Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2017 11:21:59 -0500 From: Bill Subject: DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR SUMMER Chapter 11 DYLAN'S SUMMER FOLLOWING HIS COLLEGE JUNIOR YEAR Chapter 11 by Donny Mumford Danny and Hayden are upstairs in the kitchen getting cold sodas while I'm still down here in the basement where it feels like a hundred-degrees with that damn space heater still pouring out heat. It's been a crazy naked hour or so. We've been docking cocks and milking nuts dry... ha ha. Yeah, juvenile behavior perhaps, but sexy too. After the docking fun, the three of us were messing around under a comforter on the chaise lounge for quite a while enjoying the feel of our sweaty naked young bodies, but now it's time to get into the sucking and fucking aspects of our three-way sex-a-thon. I'm ready for some more guilt-free buddy-sex that Rob himself basically suggested Danny and I partake of while he's recuperating. Rob never mentioned Hayden, that's true, but I haven't been part of a three-way like forever so when Danny suggested it, well here we are. Hayden can be annoying with all his girlie/girlfriend references but I'm trying to get used to that and, crazy as it sounds, I find there's something attractively intriguing about him. Once again though, that 'something' about him still eludes me; I'm not sure what it is and I may never know. That happens to me sometimes. Those two are now on their way downstairs chugging cold sodas and then Danny mutters, "It's freezing up there." Of course, it's not freezing upstairs, but compared to the heat down here the seventy-one-degree temperature in the kitchen feels like it's freezing. Hayden says, "We should do another group hug, don't ya think?" Danny finishes his soda and sets the bottle on the bottom step, saying, "Let's do this," and he holds his arms out again so Hayden and I can get in close against him. We get our arms around each another to rub our bodies and dicks together. Both guys have a faintly pleasant guys' scent about them even with all the sweating we're doing. Their bodies are so different though. Danny's hard well-developed body with his uncut six-plus-inch cock is quite a contrast to Hayden's small-boned slim body with his ten-inch cock; at least ten-inches. I think they're both sexy, but in different ways. We hug and squirm together taking turns sucking lips and rubbing our hands all over one another. It gives me chills which are welcome considering the heat level in this basement. Our bodies shine with clean sweat; it's as if we rubbed oil on ourselves the way body-builders do when competing. Our hair is soaking-wet, sticking to our scalps. Surprisingly I'm used to this sauna by now and agree with Danny that it is kind of weirdly sexy sweating like this. I like being naked to start with and rubbing my naked body against the slippery bodies of a couple of hot young guys gets me hard. We're all panting a little as we break apart and then Hayden asks Danny, "Do you remember how we tied Robert's arms when we were kids?" Danny puts his forearms together, his hands cupping each elbow, mumbling, "Like this, against his chest, right?" Hayden nods, "That's what I thought too," and then to me, "Put your arms like Daniel has his." I do that and he uses two lavender-colored shoelaces from his retro high-top sneakers to wrap around my arms and then knot both laces off, asking, "Is that too tight?" I nod, "Yeah, it is too tight." Hayden pats my cheek, mumbling, "Good! Deal with it, sweetheart." That makes my dick buzz as the beginning of another submissive trance slides over me making me I gulp and then mutter, "Okay." Danny says, "If you're ready, Dylan, I want you to bend forward and spread your legs. I'll re-lubricate your asshole and Hayden's gonna put his cock in your mouth. You need to give it a good sucking and licking and we wanna hear lots of slurping sounds." I bend at the waist and spread my legs. Danny kicks each leg another foot apart and Hayden puts his hand behind my head, saying, "You need to bend down more than that," pulling my head down level with his cock and now I'm feeling very unsteady on my feet because Danny has my legs spread too wide and with my arms tied across my chest I feel like I'm going to topple over on my face. Hayden cups under my chin, saying, "Don't worry, I got ya." It deepens my submissiveness that I'm depending on Hayden to keep me from falling, especially when Danny finally begins fucking me and slamming against my ass. Well, supposedly this is how Rob preferred getting fucked during their three-way sex act when they were young teens. As far as I know Rob's never mentioned feeling submissive though, so I don't mention it either. My submissive trances are partially a self-imposed state-of-mind that allows me to believe I'm being dominated and there's nothing I can do about it. The reality of it is that with friends there's always something I can do about it although I choose not to. I prefer the build-up in my mind that Danny and Hayden are acting very dominantly and I'm completely under their control, which gives me a gooey-sexy submissive feeling all over. My asshole is getting filled with lube as Hayden continues cupping my chin with his right hand and, without realizing he's doing it, he's strengthening my concept that he's being dominant by using his left hand to rubs the fat head of his long cock across my lips while asking Danny, "Who do you think will blow their load first?" Danny says, "Probably me. Dylan has a fantastic ass for fucking, heh heh," and Hayden's like, "What? You've had sex with Dylan before?" Danny goes, "Only once some years ago, although I've wanted to do it again ever since that first time. Who wouldn't want to fuck him?" Hayden goes, "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it too, but why didn't you mentioned fucking him before." Danny goes, "Oh don't give me that shit. You were away at college... um, and it's not like you've never fucked at Duke." The pad of Hayden's thumb, from the hand under my chin, is now rubbing across my teeth as he says to me, "Get your mouth open and stick your tongue out," and when I do that he slides his thumb in my mouth on my tongue, pressing down, and saying, "Practice sucking on that." Closing my lips, I suck on his thumb as he tells Danny, "Well yeah, of course I have sex at college, you knew that. I told you about my roommate situation there, but when I'm home I'm your main squeeze exclusively." Hayden annoyingly, and on purpose, said that with a lisp. Danny says, "That's my good girlfriend," and Hayden giggles as he takes his thumb out of my mouth, telling me, "Get your tongue way out again." I push it out as far as I can and he slides the head of his huge cock back and forth on my tongue and then humps his hips pushing the firm head against the back of my throat causing me to make a gagging sound. He looks down at me and mutters, "Sorry," and then to Danny, "Dylan can take deep throating right?" Danny shrugs, "I suppose so." As if I'm not here, Hayden says, "There's something about Dylan that's, um, I can't exactly describe it. He's, um, extremely cooperative, don't ya think?" Danny's got his finger in my ass rubbing my prostate making me squirm and moan, although the moan is closer to a gagging sound with Hayden's cock filling my mouth. Hayden pats my head, saying, "Relax your throat muscles, Dylan. You'll do fine." Danny tells Hayden, "No need to be condescending, Hayden. Dylan's an experienced 'bottom' and I'm betting there's no way he won't be able to take a cock in his throat. Plus, like you said, from his behavior so far I'm guessing he's into submissiveness. Remember earlier how eagerly he volunteered to be the primary bottom for our three-way." Hayden goes, "Didn't you know he liked the submissive role?" Danny snaps back, "How the fuck would I know that?" Hayden squeezes my chin leaning his head down a little, asking me, "You can deep throat, can't you?" I try saying, "Not with your big cock," but it comes out garbled and he thinks I'm agreeing, so he mutters, "That's cool!" and then humps his hips pushing the head halfway into my throat with me gagging like mad, not that Hayden seems to care. He shakes my head a little, saying, "Please keep those teeth of yours covered, okay? Jesus!" and he swats my wet sweaty head kinda hard making a "Splat" sound with droplets of perspiration flying off. They both snort out a laugh and then Danny says, "You better be nice to him, Hayden; you'll be in his position later if we have the time." Hayden goes, "I am being nice. Are you about ready?" Hayden's certainly ready, his cock is really hard already but looking at it this closely makes my eyes cross. It's an impressive penis; that's one a helluva long boner coming from his skinny body. Finished lubricating my ass Danny's rubbing his already fairly stiff cock on my buttocks, mumbling, "Yeah, of course I'm ready, but what's the rush. It's so fucking sexy-hot having Dylan's body to use as we want." Hayden's like, "It's been so long since our last threesome, and it might be just my imagination, but isn't Dylan much more willing to do this than Robert ever was?" Danny mumbles, "Oh yeah, I just told you he seems to go for the submissive role, but don't you worry about Rob. Your days of doing anything sexual with him have been over for years and that ain't gonna change." Hayden says, "I fucking know that! Just saying I'm kinda getting off seeing Dylan helpless like this." Those two snap at each other constantly. It's annoying. I slurp on Hayden's boner as Danny mutters, "We're damn lucky he's willing to do this with us." iHayden thrusts his hips forward and the head of his hard cock goes completely into my throat and then it comes right back out to lay heavily on my tongue, as he says, "Holy fuck, that felt good! I'm so fucking horny to do this it's hard to just stand here." Danny smacks my ass, "SMACK!" and says to me, "Dylan, you need to be sucking Hayden's cock in between his deep-throat thrusts. We need to hear the sexy slurping sound you made a second ago." I start making a lot of wet mouth sounds sucking on Hayden's cock working up lots of saliva and Hayden goes, "Oooh fuck, that really feels good..." while Danny says, "Yeah, suck his big cock," and then he says, "Jesus, I'm getting a really hard boner just listening to him slurp on your big cock, Hayden. Now to fill him up back here," and I feel the head of Danny's cock pushing at my anus, testing the elasticity of the lips back there, as he mumbles, "I'm gonna love fucking this premium ass." Hayden says, "Hey, Daniel, today it's his pussy, not his ass," and Danny mutters, "Yeah, it sorta is, isn't it?" and he smacks my ass hard, "SMACK!" muttering, "Love me some boy-pussy." Hayden takes his hand away from my chin and puts his hands on either side of my face moving my head down a little further and again I think I'm going to fall over, but he holds me up. His hips thrusts two-inches of hard cock into my throat as he mumbles to himself, "Yeah, that's better," and two more thrusts gets half of that big boner down my throat, and he moans, "Oooooh shit, this feels good." He pulls his cock back and I almost cum and then begin sucking on his ginormice boner like mad making all kinds of slurping sounds hoping that'll keep his cock out of my throat. Danny's squeezing my butt cheeks, muttering, "Fabulous ass," and then he forces the head of his now boned-up cock past my sphincter muscle. It hurts a little but not for long. Danny's cock has a normal girth with a little above average length. Hayden's isn't normal in any way, obviously. It's more of a concern in my throat than it'll be in my ass. The above average girth I can handle in my throat because I'm used to Rob's cock, although Hayden's is two-and-a-half times as long and that's where the problem lies for deep throating. No way do I think I can take all ten inches in my throat. My thoughts are interrupted as I make a gargling sound and arch my back as Danny forces two-inches of shaft up my ass. He rubs his hands up and down my sides murmuring, "I'll take it slow, babe." Again with the 'babe' talk. My rectum settles down quickly because Danny cock, like I said, is pretty much an average size male penis that when erect it has a four-inch circumference, which is to say, four inches around the outside. Or if you prefer it has about a one-and-half-inch diameter which is the distance from one side through to the other... ouch! Danny said he'd take it slow but right away he thrusts what feels like another three-inches of hard boner up inside me pushing my body forward a little so that more of Hayden cock goes inside my throat, again with my back arching and me making odd sounds, "Grraaa, aaargg." Danny says, "C'mon, Dylan, be my girlfriend for a few minutes and take it like the cunt you are." Hayden laughs out loud and then says, "Yeah, just the kind of thing you say when you're fucking me, Daniel!" Danny says, "Only joking, Dylan. The most important thing, as far as I'm concerned, is that your pussy experiences pleasure, not pain." Hayden laughs, muttering, "Liar," and then more cock gets shoved down my throat. I gag again even as my own cock bones-up really hard, up flat against my stomach. That's what happens when I feel dominated like this. No matter if it hurts or if it's extremely uncomfortable, rough sex always gets me very sexually aroused. Hayden shakes my head a little, mumbling, "Enjoy the clock up your ass but you need to continue sucking and licking my big penis too, Dylan. See if you can get me off before Daniel blows his load. I wanna switch places with him." What both of them should realizes is I'll probably be the first one to climax. I've got this delicious submissive sense going for me which makes everything they do seem hotter and sexier than they think it is. Sex is so fucking awesome to start with, but for me feeing submissive adds to it a lot. I also like that there's a newness doing it with these two guys. Also, I'm picturing young Robby in my place with Danny and Hayden doing this to him, and another thing that makes my balls buzz extra hard is knowing I'm getting fucked by Rob's primary side-sex buddy. So in addition to my submissive frame of mind and having a boner down my throat and one up ass there are additional kinds of sexual stimuli for me that these guys aren't aware of. As I slide into a deeper submissive trance I really get into sucking and licking Hayden dick while smelling his faint scent. He goes, "Oooh man, that feels awesome!" and he swats my head again, moaning Mmmmm," and then adjust my head to hump that big cock head deeper into my throat with my face getting red while, behind me, Danny does one last thrust completely filling me up with his boner. He moans, "Oooh, mmmm, this feels good too," I feel his pubic hairs tickling my butt cheeks. He smacks my ass hard, "SMACK!" and then leans flat against by buttocks and now I don't feel his pubic hairs because they're plastered between his groin and my buttocks. Humping against my ass a few times, Danny again groans, "Oooooh, holy shit!" and Hayden says, "Let me hear some more smacks on that girl's ass," and Danny's arm flies through the air with his hand spanking my ass as, "Smack! Smack! Smack!" sounds ring out making both guys laugh and then moan quietly at the sensations pouring off their hard dicks. I'm in a very pleasant zone myself now and not paying much attention to their chuckling and moaning; my mind is thinking about their awesome cocks. The more Danny spanks my ass the harder my cock gets. Hayden pushes more of his hard cock down my throat, saying excitedly, "Omigod, this never felt this good before." I struggle a little with five or six inches of boner in my throat but Hayden holds my head where he wants it and then pulls his cock back as I gasp for air. He pats my head telling Danny, "Jeez, Dylan deep throats better than my roommate at Duke, and I thought he was the best ever!" Then he does six full ten-inch-thrusts down my throat, one right after another as Danny's moaning, "Mmm, ooh fuck," and he does a half-dozen full thrust up my ass opening my rectum and causing some more pain. With my mouth and throat full of cock I can't even cry out that my rectum hurts. And then I'm glad I didn't because the pain is fading quickly. A long drool of pre-cum slides down my hard boner even as I'm struggling with the big cock in my throat. I go to stroke my cock forgetting my arms are tied across my chest and that gives me a few seconds of claustrophobia but Danny's humping his boner back and forth in my ass recaptures my attention and then Hayden pushes all ten-inches of boner down my throat again. His belly stays against my nose, both of his hands at the back of my head as he exclaims, "Wow, Dylan, you can really take deep-throating. Work those throat muscles." He withdrawals his big boner up, up up and immediately pushes it down, down, down my throat again, adding, "I'm feeling a serious orgasm building." Danny goes, "Oh no you don't," and begins a fast, hard fucking of my ass rocking me back and forth as the sound of males fucking rings out in the basement, "Slapslapslapslap!" Hayden's in a race with Danny fucking my mouth and throat with all ten-inches matching Danny's thrusting. My nose smacks into his shaved groin with each thrust of his hips and I slip into a different dimension. Exotic pleasure from the back and front of my body has me in ecstasy and I know I'm going to cum right now, but I don't. Nerve endings in my rectum are sparkling with delicious intense pleasure while my mind is in a sexy fog of submissiveness heightening my sexual arousal. It's Hayden whose most responsible for my gooey sense of submissiveness as he has totally dominated me with that fat long boner fucking my face and throat. There's way too much going on for my mind to keep track of all the sensations of sexual pleasure I'm experiencing. My cock throbs in it's incredible tightness, now sticking straight out so hard it doesn't move even with Danny's hard pleasure-giving boner moving fast and hard bouncing me forward and creating brilliant sensations off my prostate and all around the endless number of nerve ending around my anus. I'd be doing one long moan of pleasure except my throat is full of cock. Now I'm tasting lots of Hayden's pre-cum every time he pulls his boner out of my throat and onto my tongue. I'm in a rhythm of inhaling air the two seconds my throat is clear. I never thought I'd be able to take ten-inches of deep-throating, not that I had much of a choice. Hayden had a different view on that topic. His slim hips move smoothly and quickly like a dancer to a fast club song and Hayden's hips keeping time with the music driving his long fat boner down and back in my throat. He needed to force it down my throat the first minute or so but by now he's schooled me on accepting his hard organ and I've submissively relaxed all the muscles in my throat accepting his dominance. Small Hayden is having his way with me. My body pulsates with pleasure, my eyes are closed against the stinging sweat dripping off my forehead and my jaws aches in this wide open position with my tongue covering my bottom teeth. I feel fantastically dominated in my ass and throat to a degree I can't ever remember experiencing before this. Only those who can relate to either the dominant roles of Danny's and Hayden's or my submissive role can appreciate how all three of us are enormously aroused. I hear Danny and Hayden moaning and breathing heavily, probably getting ready to climax. I've felt like I was gonna do that for the last two minutes but even with a steady flow of pre-cum my climax never quite reaches the tipping point. My body sparkles and shivers with vibrations from my toes to the wet hair on my head. It's a rare state where I positively know I'm going to climax right this second except I don't and it goes on second after second after second. Eminent orgasm that seemingly is never going to happen. It's almost torture except it's sheer pleasure and it's now the only thing in my world. Danny's grunting and desperately humping against my buttocks and then he goes, "Aaah, ooooh, ooooh!" as I feel a sharp stream of cum hit inside my bowels which ignites my climax and BOOM! it explodes. That fraction of a second when Danny's cum hit inside me my hips humped on their own and a surprising amount of cum shoots out from my granite-hard boner as an enormous fire-storm of sensation have my body stiff while my eyes snap open at the top of their sockets watching the streak of cum go up and then arc over to come down with Hayden leaning to the side just enough so it splashes on the floor three feet behind him. By humping my hips, I moved my cock so it pointed upwards and the sizzling sensation of all that cum shooting out the sensitive head of my boner almost made me pass out with pleasure. My cum-shot distracted Hayden enough for me to wrestle my head, the one on my shoulders, away from his hands and his boner comes out of my throat making me gag like I'm going to hurl and then I'm gasping for air as a million sensations circle wildly around my cock with tremendous sizzling pleasure in my ass as another squirt of cum shoots out from my cock right at Hayden, as he's complaining, "I was almost there." My cum shot hits his belly as he tries getting his sloppy boner back in my mouth but I move my head away just as Danny's pulling his cock out of my ass and then there's cum running down the back of my legs as I try remembering where the fuck I am. Danny's gasping and bent over as Hayden strokes his long cock and I tighten my stomach muscles getting more drools of cum running out of my softening dick that I can't touch because my arms are tied. Gasping in lungfuls of oxygen until I'm finally able to exclaim, "Oh fuck, that was stupendous... the pleasure was overload-times-ten. Most of it was just blowing in the, um, heat waves down here. I couldn't keep track of all the awesome sensations I was feeling" Taking more deep breaths I straighten-up, my arms dripping with sweat against my chest and running down my stomach. It's hard to catch my breath in this heat as the afterglow of orgasm buzzes around my belly and rectum. Hayden gets behind me and roughly pushes at the back of my head, saying, "Get back down, Dylan, it's phase two." I'm dizzy and still gulping in oxygen as Danny gets in front of me pulling my head down. Still in a fairly strong submissive frame of mind I don't object even though in my brain I want to ask for a time-out. I didn't know they meant they're going to switch places ten-seconds after the first orgasms! Hayden thrust his cock head in past my sphincter as I lift up groaning, "Ooooh, fuuuuck," but Danny pulls my head down again. Hayden's cock is not quite as fat as Rob's so in the back of my mind I know I can handle it. Plus Danny opened my ass up while fucking me. My rectum should adjust to Hayden's boner fairly quickly. Hayden's cock never lost a bit of its hardness moving from my throat to my asshole. Taking a long exhale, Danny says, "Okay, wow. That fuck was fantastic, but would you please open your mouth, Dylan?" I'm still concentrating on the abrupt entry of Hayden's cock so I open my mouth without thinking about it. As I frown, looking at Danny's cum-covered cock with KY jelly shining underneath the cum, he pushes it in my mouth on my tongue and uses both hands to tightly wipe my head with sweat pouring off to run down to my ears and face, but I don't care; I'm thinking how I've got Danny's sloppy cock to suck and I'm waiting for the other nine inches of Hayden cock to go up my ass. The dominance keeps coming and I feel like whimpering at the depth of my sexually-arousing submissive trance. Hayden gets a hold on my hips and begins pushing his large boner up my ass. It's helped along not only by the lube but also by Danny's cum that's still drooling out of my ass. Hayden mutters, "Sloppy seconds," as his boner slides in Danny's cum going up, up, up, up, up, up my ass as I'm sucking on Danny's cock, mostly thinking about the pain in my ass and wondering: 'How much more of Hayden's boner can there be?' It's like he's breaking new ground in my rectum as he gasps a little himself, mumbling, "I think I'm gonna cum," but his boner keeps on chugging along up, up, up until it gets scary thinking his big long boner might poke right through my bowels or maybe even touch the head of Danny's cock in my throat. I try to wiggle my ass but I can't move it at all because it's held steady by that long hard cock. The attempt to wiggle my ass gets a hard stinging smack from Hayden, "SMACK!" on my right butt cheek making my eyes blink, bringing me back to reality a little. Hayden yells, "Keep your pussy steady, girl." It's totally the strangest but totally the most wonderful feeling being filled up in back and front with big cocks. Parts of my rectum will be meeting a boner head for the first time when Hayden's smooth hairless groin is against my buttock. Finally, the trip of a lifetime is over as Hayden is now finally tight against my buttocks. I murmur, mostly to myself, "Ooooh, omigod, that's really something," and it doesn't sound anything like it did in my mind because of Danny's cock on my tongue. Danny yells, "Dylan!" which startles me and I begin sucking his cock again. My attention had, understandably, been totally on my ass. It feels freaky but incredibly good with my prostate going a little nuts buzzing along with all the regular fabulous sensations coming off my anus. And my cock is getting hard again... could I have a third climax in this threesome? Huh, Danny's cock is getting very hard again too. He deserves some attention so I do my best to lick and suck off the odd taste of lubricant mixed with cum. After swallowing all that slime, he now has a really nice cock to suck on which I'm happy to do until Hayden begins pulling his big boner back out which re-activates a hundred-million nerve endings in my rectum all at once and I simply freeze. The incredible sensations make me hold my breath and concentrate on that spectacular moving ten-inch boner as ten-inches of rectum nerve ending are spiking at the same time. Going in it was inch-by-inch activation of nerve ends but coming back out, at least initially, all ten-inches of the nerve ending inside me go off at once and my shoulders shake like crazy. Hayden laughs and then smacks my ass again, "Smack!" Dominant Hayden! Danny goes, "Yoo-hoo, remember me, Dylan?" and my mind snaps back to the cock in my mouth. I grin around his cock and start sucking it again. He has a hold on my shoulders so I don't feel I'll fall on my face, plus I don't need to lean down as far for Danny's cock. Mostly though I'm still concentrating on Hayden cock which feels so unique I don't know how to describe it. My body shimmers as I tighten the muscles in my buttocks with Hayden saying, "That's a good girl. Tighten-up that pussy!" That encouragement is followed by another hard smack on my ass, "SMACK!". Hayden's penis gives maximum sexual pleasure. He retracts his boner and my shoulders shudder again and when he immediately thrust it all the way up my ass a long moan comes from my throat with me shaking with pleasure. It takes a deliciously long time to pull all of it back, back, back and then that long fat hog of a penis is going up, up, up again and another strange sounding moan comes from my throat as I freeze once more to enjoy the feeling in my ass. Danny taps my head, asking, "Did you fall asleep on me, babe." My body shakes all over at how awesome everything feels and I grunt and go back to sucking on Danny's nice cock as he pokes the back of my throat with it, preparing to dive. My pecker is very hard for the third time in the last hour or so and I'd love to stroke it but can't with my arms tied. If I could stroke it I know I'd get a third orgasm; maybe only a phantom one but they can feel fantastic too. I'm back to concentrating on the inch, by inch, by inch, by inch of Hayden's rock-hard looooong cock steadily going up inside my body. Hayden's doing a lot of heavy breathing with some low moaning thrown in so I'm afraid he's gonna climax too soon. After a few steady trips back and forth in my ass, he gets into it for real and the, "Slap, slap slap," sounds bounce off the walls of the basement again. I stop sucking Danny's cock for good to make little, "Aah!" exclamations at every thrust up my ass. "Aah! Aah! Aah!" I'm in ecstasy from the otherworldly sizzling and itching and vibrating going on inside my rectum. His fast thrusting doesn't last a full minute though as Hayden was on the verge of climaxing when deep-throating me. My cock is hard but not close to climaxing as Hayden lies against me humping my butt cheeks and filling me up with his Duke-educated jism that's hot and creamy and there's lots of it. Creamy hot cum bubbles and overflows my bowels. Hayden goes, "Ooooh, fuuuuck... oooh, ooh! What a great pussy on this girl!" More humping and I suppose more cum shooting out of his boner. He gasps, "Your pussy tightened on my cock, Dylan, and I swear it tried to hold my cock up there... Goddamn!" and he pulls out with me going, "Mmmmm, ooooh," with my shoulders shaking like crazy. Hayden laughs and then says, "I don't think anyone's ever appreciated my fucking as much as you, Dylan." Danny pulls his cock out of my mouth, mumbling, "Yes, Dylan liked your fucking so much he'd just stop sucking my dick. He was in a trance or something." I'm having trouble catching my breath but manage to say, "No, um, I mean, it was good. Jeez, longest dick everrrrr." Hayden's taking deep breaths and then mumbles, "Well, you liked it, I could tell." I've got both their semen drooling out of my ass with me sighing and then mumbling, "Please, someone... untie my fucking arms?" Hayden reaches over and pulls on two end of the shoelaces and the knots comes loose. I go, "Did you learn that knot in the Boy Scouts?" He goes, "No, you silly boy, although I did try to join the Girl Scouts. The bitches said my cock was too big and it'd show when I wore the uniform skirt." We all laugh and then I'm like, "I need a shower before doing anything else. No, first I need a bottle of water and then the shower." Hayden goes, "Sure, we can shower together. That's an over-sized shower stall in there," pointing at the bathroom door. My arms are numb of course, hanging useless at my sides, not that anyone but me seems to care. And then I think of a fourteen-year-old Robby with his young arms in the same condition. Damn, I wish I could have been there! Hayden lifts my numb left arm to look at my wristwatch, exclaiming, "Hell, It's only three-thirty! After the shower, we should be able to sneak in another round of fucking with me replacing Dylan," and he looks over at Danny asking, "Don't ya think, Daniel?" Danny's over at the heater, finally turning that fucking thing off. He turns around, saying, "Get us some bottled water, babe, and we'll talk about it." Both Hayden and I take a step towards the stairs until I realize that Danny obviously meant Hayden should get the water. I veer off toward the bathroom, muttering, "I gotta take another piss." Danny calling me 'babe' a number of times had me fooled for a second there. Embarrassing to think I'd run errands for him. I go in the bathroom but can't piss so I wash my face with cold water and then do like Danny did earlier and pour handfuls of cold water over my head. Jeez, I'm still feeling a submissive buzzing in my brain and it's damn nice. Nothing like that awesome submissive sense I got from both those guys fucking me while I sucked them both off. Well actually I didn't suck either of them 'off', but I sucked both their peckers. Danny comes in the bathroom and pours cold water on his head, asking me, "What do you think, Dylan? How was it?" I go, "I thought it was very sexy and hot, Danny. Wow, you don't know what you're missing though." He's like, "Whaddaya mean?" and I go, "You don't know what you're missing not taking Hayden's hard cock up your ass." He goes, "Was it so good you had to freeze a couple of times?" Hmmm, yes it was, but I shrug, "It was very good but I don't want to give Hayden a big head, ya know?" We share the hand towel as Danny goes, "Oh fuck, look! You've got cum all over your ass and down your legs." He grabs a t-shirt-rag off the side of the bathtub and wipes down my ass and legs, saying, "I know I shot a good load up your ass, it was an especially impressive load considering the early nut-milking we did." Walking out of the bathroom, he says, "And, by the way, Hayden doesn't have a big head, not at all. He doesn't hear many compliments from me and most guys can't take his big cock. I mean it's me who's always fucking him and then he tells me how hot it was and all that. I get the compliments." Hayden comes down with three bottles of water, saying, "I'm sorry these aren't cold. There weren't any cold bottles in the refrigerator." I mumble, "That's okay, thanks," as he hands me a bottle. Glancing at Hayden I'm thinking: damn, it's not just that big cock of his, there's something else about him I'm finding attractive. That shouldn't surprise me though! Fuck, I'm always attracted to unusual guys. I get infatuated with them for a while, usually without ever discovering why. I think back to how hot I thought Ray was, for example, and then one day I'm like, 'What the fuck was I thinking?' And I can't see any common denominators for the strange guys I gravitate to like Willie, Ryan Wilcox, John Smith and a dozen others who are attractive sexually but I thought there was more to them than that. Well that's obviously what they all have in common; they fuck really good, but I mean it's always something more than that. I convince myself it's far more than that until I realize all of a sudden, like I said... what the fuck was I thinking? We all guzzle half our bottle of water and then I say, "Hayden, I haven't giving you your due, dude. That was a very special fuck you laid on my ass and the more I think about it the more awesome I think it was!" Jesus, he beams and shrugs, murmuring, "Thanks a lot for telling me that, Dylan. I'm just sorry I climaxed so fast." I go, "No, it was great!" Danny gives me a little smile and then says, "Let's take that shower now." We're all in the shower stall and it's definitely big enough for two, but for three it's a tight fit. We start with cold water, all of us bumping together as we turn around under the large shower head, but soon it's too cold so Hayden turn it to warm water as we soap each other up and wash one another using our hands as washcloths. The label on this old bottle of bath gel claims it's for both the body and hair so we shampoo our hair too. Danny takes the elastic out of Hayden long curly ponytail and then shampoos it for him. Somehow shampooing hair as long as Hayden's doesn't seem sexy to me. Shampooing a guy's short hair though; now that's sexy! Hayden says, "This is the first threesome shower I've ever participated in. Um, unless you consider dormitory showers when you're with others guys." I chuckle and ask, "How many comments have you gotten about your magnificent penis in those communal showers?" and as I ask that I'm glancing at his long penis flopping around like a fat whip between his skinny legs. He goes, "So many I'm sick of hearing them. It's not like I had anything to do with growing it this big. That's basically my answer to everyone and eventually guys in the dorm get used to seeing it." Getting out of the shower Hayden turns off the water as Danny and I are looking at him. He goes, "What?" and I tell him there are no towels in this bathroom except the one hand towel we've been using after washing up. Danny gives Hayden a 'look' and Hayden goes, "Well fuck, nobody in my family showers down here! And why the fuck didn't one of you notice there were no towels? Huh?" I go, "No one's blaming you, Hayden, but can you please get a couple of towels?" He says, "Help me scrape some water off my body so I don't track it all over the house." Danny and I wipe our hand over his smallish body as he's wringing out his hair. "That's good," he says, and up the stairs he goes. Danny says, "Thanks for complimenting my little boyfriend." I nod and give a little grin and Danny says, "Wow, today's been really awesome! You ready for some more?" I shrug, "I guess." I'm still running over in my mind the quick fuck up my ass Hayden did. That definitely didn't last long enough but was totally memorable just the same, and then my dick twitches when I think about him doing a longer version. But Danny fucks good too, so I can't lose with this buddy-sex crew. Hayden's back with only one towel, saying, "We'll need to share this one but it's blanket size. Mom has a big wash load to do with lots of towels in it... and I left two clean towels for them to use." We share the towel as Danny grumbles, "What household only has four or five towels, for chisssakes?" Hayden goes, "We have plenty of towels but they're in the wash. I just fucking told you that." These guys bicker about everything. Still very damp I'm getting dressed as a cellphone pings. We all look for our phone, but it's Danny's and he answers, "Hello?" He listens and then asks, "Why don't you want to call Triple A, Mom?" He's listening again as Hayden and I watch him make a 'face', and say, "Oh, alright! I'll be right there." He looks at us, "Mom's car won't start and she's at the Framingham Mall. I need to go rescue her." He looks at me and says, "And then take her to a hairdresser appointment, sorry, Dylan." Hayden says, "Well I don't have a car," and Danny yells, "No shit! I didn't say you did." and then to me, "Sorry that you'll need to ride with me to get Mom and then go to the hairdresser appointment and whatever else she needs to do." Oh fuck! And he adds, "Then somehow we'll need to get her car started too." Oh fuck, but what can I say though? If I whine, 'Can't you drop me off?' I'd feel like a shit because obviously if my condo wasn't so far out of his way Danny would drop me off first. He's got to get his Mom to her hairdresser appointment on time. I go, "No problem, that's okay, Danny." I finish getting dressed thinking I'll have to spend a couple of awkward hours with Danny and his mother, who I don't even know. Hayden goes, "Wait a second! I'll call Terrence and see if I can borrow his car." My hopes get up as he hits a quick dial on his cellphone. Hayden's one of those guys who turns his back on whoever he's with when he talks on the phone, as if we can't still hear him. He goes, "Terrence! You my dawg, dude! Hey, I need to borrow that piece of shit car of yours." Sweet talker! He listens, laughs his contagious laugh that Danny and I grin at, and then he says, "Well, Terrence, you go fill it with gas and then lend it to me," and more laughter before. "Thanks, man, I just might give you a big kiss on your hot lips to say thanks, so be prepared for that. I'll be over in a couple of minute." He turns around smiling, "No sweat. We gotta put some gas in his car though." We all walk upstairs with me asking, "Is, um, Terrence gay?" Hayden squeezes my arm, saying, "I wish. No, he's a member in good standing of the straight-boys' club." At the door we exchange hugs and a quick kiss on the lips with Danny, and then with the door open and Danny on his way out, he asks me, "Are we still gonna see Rob tonight?" I nod, "I'd like to if you can pick me up again. I still don't have wheels." He goes, "About eight-thirty, would that be okay?" I nod, "That'll be awesome, Danny, thanks." He leaves and Hayden says, "Give me a minute, Dylan, I need to do something upstairs." Yeah, whatever. I'm thinking, Oh man, yes! I get a ride home and I don't need to make awkward small-talk with Mrs. Monday like, "Why'd you get divorced Mrs. M?' Ha ha, nah, I wouldn't say that. After that sex, I'm feeling really good about everything. My ass is a tiny bit sore but I think it's probably the part of my rectum that isn't used to being fucked. Hayden's back in ten-minutes with his hair combed and brushed, hanging loose to his shoulders. It's what I call a middle-age woman's hairdo. All the hairs just hanging down at the same length. Absolutely no style although Hayden's hair is curly and full-bodied... so, good for him I guess. Walking out of the house, he asks, "Um, would you have dinner with me tonight, Dylan?" I go, "Why, are you on your own tonight?" He says, "For dinner I am. My parents work at the shop until ten on Saturdays so I often eat with one of my girl friends, but I'd rather eat with you." I say, "Sure, okay. Coincidentally I expect my brother will be missing for dinner tonight too. He went to the Red Sox game and he probably won't make it home until late tonight what with the bar-hopping they'll surely do after the game." This guy Terrence's house is only a block over from Hayden's. I don't go inside with Hayden though. I smoke a cigarette and avoid any unnecessary introductions. This way Hayden's in and out in less than two minutes holding up the keys. The car is a ten-year-old Volkswagen Jetta, but it's in pretty good shape. Hayden drives to a gas station and self-serves ten-bucks worth of gas in the car, which isn't filling the tank but is more gas then we'll use. Back in the car, he asks, "Do you wanna get a beer someplace? It's only four o'clock." I shrug, "Sure," and he drives to a bar called simply, Mac's Bar. It's a smallish place and Hayden tells me as we walk in, "This place is close to my house and I like their pinball machine." I go, "Pinball machine? I didn't know they made those anymore." Inside there's no tables, just a 'U' shaped bar with about a dozen men in groups of two's and three's around the bar, some of whom are loud-mouths but they don't seem dangerous. The bartender's a fat guy about thirty-years-old with acne scars from his youth. He's friendly though as Hayden says, "How ya doing, Mac?" Mac says, "Good, and you?" Hayden goes, "Excellent. Could we have two drafts of Bud?" Mac says, "Maybe. Could I see some ID first? I mean, I've seen you in here before, pal, but I gotta check again." We show him our ID and he says, "Thanks, boys," and pours our beers which Hayden pays for while pushing my ten-dollar bill away. I can't help but notice Hayden has dialed-down his gay act quite a bit in here. He goes, "Come on over to the pinball machine." I follow him to the other side of the bar and holy shit it's really is a pinball machine. A high-tech-looking pinball machine. It takes four quarter; a dollar per game! Hayden apparently stocked-up on quarters when he went upstairs to comb his hair. He sticks four quarters in and punches a ball into play as lights and whistles go off with him banging away at the flippers. The ball moves so fast it's an accomplishment to get the flipper hitting the ball, but he's good at it. As he plays he tells me, "One Saturday afternoon I was in here by myself getting free game after free game." Not this time though. He plays three games without winning a free game and then puts four quarters in for me, saying, "You wanna try it, honey?" Hmmm, he snuck in that 'honey' from habit, I suppose. I play but the game is over much faster with me operating the flippers. Sitting at the bar now I buy us a round as Hayden asks, "Anyplace special you want to have dinner?" I shrug, mumbling, "Not really," and he starts to say something but I interrupt, saying, "Sorry for interrupting but I don't want to forget to ask you something." He goes, "No problem, girlfriend, what's the question?" I go, "Actually there's two questions. The first one is this: what can I do to stop you from referring to me as 'girl' or 'girlfriend' or 'honey'?" Yeah, and I was just thinking he'd dialed that shit down a couple of notches. He chuckles, "Hey, if you're confident about your masculinity what difference does it matter if an ultra-gay-guy calls you 'girlfriend'? You know you're not. What's the other question?" I mutter, "I guess there's nothing I can do to get you to stop that." He nods, "Probably not but I'll try to knock it off because I like you so much." I mutter, "Thanks, I like you too." He asks, "The other question?" I'm like, "Oh yeah, who is Greg Peters?" Hayden's eyes open wide as he says, "Oh yeah. I mentioned him today, didn't I?" I nod and he shrugs, "Greg's nobody. Just some guy Danny lets blow him from time to time. Robert too if he's around. Greg pays fifty-dollars to good-looking young guys who will let him sucked them off to orgasm. That's all I know about him." I ask, "Does this Peters guy know about your dick?" He nods, "Yeah, he says it's too big." I go, "Huh. What's the guy like?" Hayden grins, "See, this is good. Some girl talk about our men's side-sex." I give him a frowning 'look' and he giggles, "Oops, I did it again. Sorry." I want to ask him to stop using proper names too, but what the fuck good would it do? He can't help himself. I go, "Is this Greg guy fat or goofy or what?" Hayden says, "Let's have a shot," and I reluctantly says, "Sure," because I want to see what he knows. He waves his hand at the bartender, but not in a gay way, saying, "Mac, two shots of VO, please," and as the bartender's pouring the two shots, Hayden says, "My treat," and he puts a twenty-dollar bill on the bar. "Here ya go, boys," says Mac as he's putting two overflowing shot glasses of VO whiskey in front of us. He takes the twenty-dollar bill to make change. We pick up our shots and Hayden says, "To our awesome threesome," and, with me glancing around to see if anyone heard that, we both flash down the shots. My mouth waters like it does just before I throw-up but it settles down pretty fast as I chug some beer. Hayden wipes his mouth, asking, "Another one?" I shake my head, "No thanks, I'm not a big fan of doing shots. What's this Greg Peters guy like?" Hayden does a move with his head getting the long hair off his cheek, and says, "I met him twice. He's older, like maybe thirty or even a year or two older than that. Big fucker with a full beard and a Marine-type buzz cut, which looks like shit with the beard." I ask, "Is he hot or, ya know, why's Danny interested in him?" Hayden shrugs, "Greg's okay looking and he seem nice enough... a gentle giant type. You'd never suspect he's gay. Um, mostly the guys are interested in the fifty-bucks. I got the impression the guy's rich from his clothes and the Mercedes he drives. A stock broker or something. That's all I know." Huh! That's weird, and kind of disappointing, but good too. Hayden touches my arm, saying, "Forget about Peters. You and me are too hot to worry about random shit like Greg Peters. Daniel and Robert are our guys and no one else's." I ask, "Are you and Danny, um, ya know... in love?" He shakes his head, "Not really but we love each other." Oh, so he knows the difference between friendship love and being in love. Good for him. He goes, "We've talked about it but we're not there yet," and then he holds onto the back of my neck leaning his head close to mine, whispering, "I think Daniel is in love with Robert, but Robert is head over heels in love with you." I go, "And it doesn't bother you that maybe Danny is in love with Rob?" He goes, "Sure, it bothers me, but what can I do about it? I guess I am in love with him but I can't make him love me, can I?" I shake my head, feeling bad for him as I mumble, "No, I guess not." We finish our second beers and then Hayden buys us a third, putting his hand over the money in front of me, saying, "Let me get this." The beers are like eight-ounces, not twelve-or-sixteen-ounces like most bars. Hayden puts his hand on my shoulder again, grinning and saying, "I'm curious. Don't get goofy on me. I'm just curious. Um, what could you do with my hair that you'd think would make it look better, while still keeping it a long-hair-style and not like you guys with your short preppy haircuts. What's a good but longish hairstyle for guys?" I say, "You could at least get a layered haircut that's textured." He looks confused so, holding my finger up, like, 'Hold on a second', I bring up Google on my iPhone and go to 'layered haircuts' showing Hayden examples. He looks at a couple and points at one, "Can you do that hairstyle on me?" I shrug, "Sure, but why don't you go to a professional hair stylist and show him a picture of the haircut you want." He says, "No, you do it for me. I've never been to a hair stylist, or regular barber for that matter. That person might make fun of my hair." I go, "Don't be ridiculous," and he points to another model with a haircut that I'd probably have chosen for him myself. I say, "Yeah, I like that, but you have curl in your hair and the model in the picture doesn't. Scroll through to a curly-haired model." He does that as I look at the side of his face thinking he's cute and the haircut he picked out would look good on him. Hayden chooses another picture that's basically the same one he chose the first time, and I say, "Okay, let's go to my place and I'll cut it for you." He hugs around my waist saying, "I'm so nervous," and I say, "Don't do it then." He goes, "No, I want to do it," and he chugs the rest of his beer. He's a pretty good drinker. I chug some of mine but leave a quarter of it, saying, "Okay, let's go." We both leave a tip and walk out. Hayden drives us the twenty minutes to my place talking about his hair. I ask him why he chose one of the shorter haircuts displayed. It still is an over the collar and over the ears haircut, but just barely. Now his hair is laying down on his shoulders. He goes, "I thought I'd work my way to maybe someday feeling okay about a short haircut; one that's off my ears completely like most of my peers. Peer pressure, ya know?" and he smiles over at me. I go, "Uh huh, I know about that too." He says, "My Mom never took me for haircuts when I was a little kid so I just kept wearing long hair. I even-off the ends myself every once in a while." I tell him about some of the bizarrely short haircuts I've had over the last four years or so and he goes, "You're so good looking any haircut looks good on you." I look at him smirking, "I'm almost as good looking as Danny, huh?" He laughs, "That's only from my viewpoint. If there was an impartial panel grading you and Daniel... my poor Daniel would come in a distant second to you." I go, "Aw, thanks, Hayden," and he looks over grinning, "Don't tell him I said that, okay?" At my place, we go downstairs and I invite him to sit on the barbering stool. He grins murmuring, "Classy." I tell him it's only recently I acquired a barber's cape for my clients, and add, "Um, be prepared, Hayden, they'll be a lot of your hair accumulating at your lap. Don't panic though, I know what I'm doing." He holds out his hand and his fingers are trembling as he murmurs, "Steady as a heart surgeon," and he laughs, adding, "No, I want to do this." This haircut will be all comb and scissors. No clippers and not even trimming clippers outlining around his ears. I take my time combing-up big batches of hair and then cutting off ten inches from high on the sides and back of his head, still leaving three inches of hair on his head; that's how long his hair was. I can't describe a layer haircut but I know how to cut it because I've watched tutorials, plus I've always had a natural instinct for haircutting. Don't know why, I just have it. I cut Hayden's hair layered with a part on the side instead of in the middle because, well just because I felt like it. The hair still covers his ears but only to the earlobes so now his earrings show. In the back I at first left it long enough to be over the collar of a shirt, but then cut it back to just meet the top of a shirt collar. I need to guesstimate that because Hayden has a t-shirt on. When I'm satisfied it looks really good., I say, "Okay, I'm done." There's a pile of long hair in his lap. He picks up a huge batch, just looking at it. I go, "Can you believe that was on your head? Your hair looks totally different now. It looks like the picture," and pass him the round hand-held mirror. He gawks at himself and slowly a little grin comes to his lips as he murmurs, "Holy shit..." and then, "Omigod I look so fucking cool, but I've lost my girlie-look. I look like a guy." I'm slowly shaking my head chuckling because he finds a way to bring 'girl' into whatever he says, and then I ask him, "Is that a bad thing?" He looks at me, "I don't know yet. Will I still look good in a dress?" I laugh, muttering, "Probably." Taking the cape off him, he stands still holding the mirror looking at himself. I bring him in the half-bath and show him how to look at his head, front to back, using the hand-held mirror in conjunction with the mirror over the sink. He goes, "It looks so professional, Dylan," and he shakes his head back and forth. The hair flops around but goes right back in place. He gives me the mirror and, as we walk out of the half-bath, he says, "I almost chose the style with bangs," and a picture of Billy from New York City flashes through my brain. I go, "I'm glad you decided on the one you did! Ready for dinner?" Hayden says, "Yeah, how about the Olive Garden? I mean if you like Italian." That's where we go. We get seated right away which isn't surprising since it's not even six o'clock yet. The waitress takes our drink orders after checking our licenses. We both order Italian Margaritas and have a second one with our shared starter of Fried Mozzarella sticks. For dinner, I have Grilled Chicken Parmigiana and Hayden has Chicken Alfredo. Then there's salad and rolls of course. We share our dinner and the way Hayden does that is offer me forkfuls of Chicken Alfredo from his fork, so I do the same for him sharing my dinner. I like that he's not a germaphobe. During dinner, he tells me about himself and how initially he was bullied unmercifully in prep school because of his developing gay mannerisms that would sometimes appear, and then of course there was his very long hair. It wasn't long before he started fighting anyone who made fun of him. He goes, "I lost almost every fight, Dylan, but I kept at it and finally made friends with some of the straight guys." I ask, "Were there other gay's?" He nods, "Sure, I usually ate lunch with another gay kid and some girls, and after the first-half of freshman year I had friends who accepted me for the way I am." The more he talked the more I liked him. Danny's been with Hayden, mostly summers and holidays, for almost six years now and that doesn't surprise me. Once you get past all the girl references Hayden's a good guy; he's generous, funny, and self-deprecating. We have Irish coffees and share Lemon Cream Cake for dessert, again sharing the same fork. In this case because it's the only fork that came with the cake. After dinner, I feel a little buzzed from the drinks today starting with Danny's and my three beers before going to Hayden's house, a beer we had there, and then the shot and beers at the bar, and now the restaurant drinks. Walking out I'm proud of Hayden for getting this haircut so I get my arm around the back of his neck to hug him against me, saying, "You look so hot with your new haircut." He puts his arm around my waist, saying, "Thanks, Dylan. You're nice to give me compliments like you do." I swear I'd like to kiss him on the mouth, but I don't. Hayden says, "It's only a little after seven and you're not visiting Robert's sick bed until eight-thirty, so whaddaya wanna do now?" I shrug, "I've had enough to drink. I mean if I wasn't going to see Rob I'd be fine tying a load on with you, but I don't want to be drunk over there." He starts the car, saying, "I gotta get Terence's car back to him anyway. Would you hang out with me at my place? Daniel can pick you up there." Hmmm, is Hayden thinking what I'm thinking? Would he go back on his statement of strictly being exclusively Danny's main squeeze? Let's see. I go, "Sure, we'll hang out at your place." He stops at a convenience store near his house, and says, "I'll only be a minute," and he goes in the store. The longer he's with me the less swishy-gay-acting I'm noticing. Danny told me he kind of likes Hayden's swishy act so Hayden probably lays it on thicker for Danny. I guess Hayden does whatever he wants in that regard, but I like him better for doing it less. Well, I guess he's okay the other way too. And another thing I've been noticing is the way Hayden is deliberate about everything he does. He's like John Smith in that regard. Nothing is rushed and the way he talks gets me feeling sort of hypnotized at times. I've felt that a couple of times; once at the bar and once during dinner. It's when Hayden's talking for a minute or longer and me just listening that I can feel slightly hypnotized. Yeah well, I'm positive he has no idea he has that effect on me, but he does. Occasionally a teacher or professor at college will talk in a way I can't put into words, but there's something about the way they speak that I feel a strange hypnotized dreaminess state-of-mind coming over me. Not sexual necessarily, but in a trance of some kind. It's very enjoyable... and maybe a little sexual. This is something I've noticed all my life and it has nothing to do with being fond of the person or even knowing them. Something about the way rare people speak just have that effect on me. Carrying a six-pack of Sam Adams beer Hayden gets in the driver seat passing me the six pack to hold, saying, "This is for Terence. He likes Sam Adams beer so as a 'thank you' I got him a six-pack." I go, "Classy thing to do, Hayden." He grins at me, "You just gave me another compliment. You're so fucking nice!" See, the way he said that leaves me feeling oddly spacey. At Terence's I get out with Hayden but don't go in with him. He comes out in five-minutes giving me another cute grin, and asking, "Do you mind?" as he takes my cigarette and inhales a couple of drags before passing it back to me. See, the way he did that had a hypnotic effect on me too, and don't ask me why because I don't fucking know why. We walk the block to his house sharing the cigarette as I go, "Let me ask you something. Is that birth mark on your cheek real or did you put it there with something like an eyebrow pencil?" He takes my hand and rubs my finger on the mark, saying, "It's from Mother Nature." It feels flush with his cheek. He says, "I didn't put that on my face but I do have some subtle make-up on." Really? Huh, I've been looking at him on and off for hours now and never could be quite sure, but since he brought it up, I ask, "Eye make-up?" and he goes, "Yes, there's some of that and some on my eyelashes." I go, "I sort of thought maybe some eye liner but never thought there was anything artificial about your eyelashes." Going inside his house, he says, "Come upstairs with me and I'll show you how I do it in my bedroom." I like the sound of 'bedroom' but not the sound of 'make-up'. I say, "I do not want make-up on my face, Hayden. Although, ha ha, my first boyfriend, when I was like seventeen, would make-up my face some times and he even plucked my eyebrows once. I was so infatuated by him I let him do it." He goes, "You had a boyfriend before Robert?" I go, "Yeah, more or less, although this boy, Willie, was very rich and while he claimed he loved me I think he thought of me more as his favorite prized possession rather than a boy he was in love with." He says, "I wouldn't be surprised if you'd had a hundred boyfriends, Dylan. You're not only beautiful but you're fun to be with and an extremely nice person too." I mutter, "Trying to catch up on compliments I see," and he laughs hugging me around the waist. Inside his house, he says, "I can hardly fucking wait until my parents see this haircut! Omigod they'll be so fucking happy." I say, "I thought you said your mother kept you in long hair as a kid and that's how you got in the habit." He goes, "C'mon upstairs," and as I follow him up, he goes, "Yes, but that was back then. The last five or six years they've both complained about my long hair." I go, "Glad to help." In his ordinary looking bedroom, he says, "You sit here and I'll add to your beauty." I sit, but say, "No, Hayden, I don't want make-up. It looks fine on you but I don't want it for myself." Completely ignoring that he pulls a chair over next to the desk chair I sat in, and says, "Let me get a close look at you," and he turns on a bright lamp. His fingers trace along my eyebrows and then with a finger on my eyebrow and one under my eye he opens my eyelids wide, murmuring, "You have great eyelashes for a guy and beautiful blue eyes. Any girl would take your eyes and eyebrows for her own in an instant if she could. Jesus, and I've never seen anyone with the perfect facial features you have." I'm feeling that hypnotic trance I mentioned earlier, and anyway I don't like to talk about how I look, so I don't say anything. If I said, 'thank you' it would seem conceited or something. His face is four inches from mine and I see how wonderfully smooth his olive-tinted skin is, as well as his beard stubble that's just growing out looking too soft to be whiskers. He has very nice facial features himself and they all go together very well. His nose is especially cute. Pulling his head back, he stands up and gets a case that he brings over. Sitting down again, he says, "This is the only make-up I use myself. When I'm over Darleen's sometimes her and Ruby make my face up totally and I look pretty." Sensing more of that hypnotizing trance, I murmur, "I'm sure you do." His left hand is on my forehead pushing my hair back as he outlines my right eye with a pencil eye liner. The tip of his pink tongue just peeks between his hot lips as he concentrates. He rubs lightly with the pad of his thumb and then works on my left eye as I feel dazed, but in a really good way. I'm looking back into his big brown shiny eyes, now noticing the faint eye liner he did for his eyes. His eyelashes still look natural even this close up. Hayden's moist warm breath drifts softly off my face. Done with the eyeliner, he says, "I don't know how much eyebrow plucking that Willie boy did for you, but you only need a very little... mostly for your left eyebrow. Your eyebrows are almost perfect," and then he looks me in the eyes, saying, "Perfect, like you are." I gaze back at him in my pleasant trance and he smiles, asking, "Are you in a trance or something?" I barely shake my head, "No, um, a trance you said?" He squeezes my nose, saying, "Yes, a trance. That's what it looks like," and then he comes brazenly out with tweezers and shows them to me, saying, "Stay in your trance," and then he laughs as I grin. Getting serious, Hayden puts his left hand on my forehead again pinching some of my bangs between his fingers, mumbling, "I'm just holding your head steady," and he pulls on my hair to get my head back an inch or so. I feel my dick tightening up as I let Hayden pluck five or six eyebrow hairs. "There that's perfect!" he exclaims. Then he goes, "Just for a joke," and he gets lipstick, saying, "This is how Ruby does my lips," and, in a daze, I let his slowly and carefully put lipstick on me. His nose is three inches from mine and when I lower my head towards his Hayden's eyes come up from looking at my lips to look into my eyes. Hesitating for a second and then our lips come together. I wanted to kiss him so badly although I'm not sure why. Maybe because he's him and I have a mixture of feeling for him; I feel a little sorry for him in some mysterious way and I feel a strong attraction to him in another mysterious way... and then we've been drinking and, oh fuck, I don't really know why I wanted to kiss him so badly. It's a slow sort of dreamy kiss with my lipstick smearing onto his lips. Then, with our lips parted we look at each other for two seconds and I put my hand behind his head, my fingers in his hair, and we do another kiss and this time it's a kiss that Hayden takes over. He has Ryan's kissing technique and it gets me aroused enough that my dick gets very hard again. Hayden has a fistful of my short hair now as he finishes that second kiss. He jerks on my hair and, seeing me looking more or less captivated by this series of events, he jerks on my hair again. His lips are parted and wet as he pulls my head to his using the fistful of hair he's holding. Our noses bump, he looks at me for a second and then murmurs, "Thanks, Dylan," and does a slow, kinda long version of his magical kiss while his other hand slowly rubs between my legs stroking the head of my hard cock until I gasp, just about to cum. He slides his lips off mine and licks across them, and then whispers in my ear with his lips touching, "Yes, I'll fuck you, Dylan, I know you want me to. We can get naked and have sex in my bed if you'd like." I stare at him in my stupid trance. Still pulling on my hair a little, he smiles his sweet smile and all I can do is nod my head a little. He kisses my cheek letting go of my hair, saying, "Look," and he turns my head to look in his mirror over the bureau. I mutter, "Oh fuck, my lipstick is smeared," and we both chuckle again, which helps me get out of the trance I was in. Hayden goes, "C'mon in the bathroom and I'll wash off that make-up. I think you were right, Dylan, you don't need any changes to your face." I go, "How about the five eyebrow hairs you plucked?" He goes, "Well, yeah, they needed to go," and we laugh again as Hayden smacks my ass and says, "This is really a big surprise to me." I nod my head, muttering, "Me too..." to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com ====================================================== 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. The books are usually around 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. 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