Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2017 20:48:52 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR SUMMER Chapter 2

DYLAN'S  SUMMER AFTER HIS COLLEGE JUNIOR YEAR

Chapter  2

by  Donny Mumford


Chub  parks the Jeep at the curb below our condos. The digital clock on the
 dashboard reads 6:11 which technically is nighttime although the sun's
still  shining on this Friday in the middle of May. I always feel especially
good  about my life when doing something with Chubby and tonight there's  even
a further reason for being in good spirits: I'm finished with the  drudgery
of long college classes requiring boring memorization of  things I don't
really need to know and then the exams to prove I at  least knew it for the
exam.  Yep, that's in my past. Well it's in my future  too but not for four
awesome months, so I'm not going to think about  it until then.

Going  up the steps to our condos, Chub pats my shoulder and says, "Really
good  idea you had there, bro! Lunch at the Beef and Ale House hit the
spot."  Nodding my head at my smiling, always happy, brother, I'm like, "Yeah,
Chub, those roast beef sandwiches never disappoint but it was awfully late
for a lunch." He's like, "Ha ha, you're right. Twenty-four hours  ago, we had
a meal with the Moms that we called dinner."  Outside my condo we do a
quick hug, "See ya, bro," and Chubby continues up  another set of steps to his
condo. Inside I look around at the familiar  surroundings. First full day
away from Merrimack and I'm still getting used  to being home. The breakfast
Rob brought with him from Dunkin'  Donuts this morning is why I never thought
about lunch until late  this afternoon. This morning was a special morning
too. After breakfast Rob and I had hot sex. Well,  before that Rob did the
haircut for me, which is always enjoyable for me, so  yeah, this first full
day of summer break has been pretty fuckin' good so  far.

I check-out  my reflection in the mirror over the sofa. Huh, using a finger
I push the little  pompadour in front to the side. Nodding to myself  I'm
quite pleased with how my hair looks even though it's  basically just a
generic preppy haircut you see on guys all over the place.  So what though,
Robby's getting to be a pretty good  barber. Chubby commented favorably about
this haircut and so did  Tris... and of course my Mom. Yeah but Mom doesn't
really count because any  haircut I've ever had in my life, and that includes
some extreme ones from  Ryan, she said looked perfect on me. Indiscriminate
approval from your Mom  is always appreciated although I don't suppose all
Moms are  one-hundred-percent supportive. I'm just glad mine is.

Well,  what's next? Oh yes, a date with Rob tonight. Hmmm, I don't recall
him  mentioning when he'll be picking me up for our movie date. We're seeing
the  new James Bond flick that's out just today. Going over to the kitchen
bar I  double-check the date and time on the advanced-seating tickets I
printed-out yesterday. And it's a good thing I got the tickets yesterday too.
During the ride from the Beef and Ale House I went online to see  if Chub
could get tickets for the nine o'clock show and it's sold out.  Not that Chubby
cares all that much. He said he'll catch the midnight show.  He's going
with some high school friends. Guy friends, not  a girlfriend for once.

I text  Rob to ask when he'll be over and he texts right back that he'll
pick  me up around seven-thirty; he just got home from work. Huh, seven-thirty
is a  bit early for a nine o'clock show, but we'll think of something to
do... heh  heh. With the 1975's first CD playing loudly from my cellphone I
take  a long hot shower. The CD is over just as I'm getting out of the shower
stall.  My body's bright pink from all that hot water. I think I'm water
logged...  I know I'm uber clean.

After  drying I look in the mirror over the sink and comb my hair in the
preppy-nerdy way again which is to say with a part on the side and  a little
pompadour in front. So, where's my pocket protector? Ha  ha, that's what
Pony said when I gave him a haircut like this. I  already kinda miss my little
buddy, Daryl, but why the hell do I call him  my little buddy when he's the
same size as me?  Still looking  in the mirror I'm like, wait a fucking
second here... hmmm, Robby said he  liked my hair combed in my old favorite
style from a couple  of years ago. Short hair combed down on top and flipped up
in front. I can  sort of replicate that with this haircut. I comb my hair
like that and  since my hair is still kinda wet it stays in place. Cute! Ha
ha, Rob  said it makes me look like a teenager which isn't necessarily a bad
thing.  Bartenders will think otherwise of course. Okay, I'll go with this
hairdo  tonight because Rob likes it. Hmmm, I'll probably need a dab of  hair
gel. Yeah, when my hair dries the gel will keep the front  hairs sticking-up
slightly. On the shelf over the toilet  there's a number of different hair
products I've tried over the years.  Moving things around I come up with a
bottle of AXE Styling Creme. This was  kind of expensive if I'm remembering
correctly. Getting some of it on my  fingers I rub it through my hair and
then re-comb it with the front flipped  up; not straight up, just sort of up
and... Ta da!

Hmmm,  if I'm going with this so-called teenage 'look' I should probably
shave.  I'm rethinking this pathetic mustache of mine, not at all sure  it's
cool-looking as it's presently constituted. For that matter neither  are my
sparse chin whiskers. My beard needs to come in a lot better than this
before I can rock the, 'I don't give a fuck three-day beard look'.  Presently it
looks comical more than cool. Spreading Gillette Foamy shaving  cream on my
face I shave my entire 'potential' beard area even  although there's very
little beard growth over ninety-five percent of it.  Washing off shaving cream
remnants leaves my face looking really,  um, fresh. I pat on some light
after shave balm; the kind that doesn't  sting. Well okay then!

Still  naked in from of the sink gawking at myself in the mirror I  realize
something  doesn't look right with the hairdo. It's that fucking part on
the left side  of my head. Yeah but I'll need the part for when I comb my hair
over to the  side for the ultra-preppy, goody-two-shoes, nerdy look. What'd
Tris say?  Something about I'm always clean-cut looking. Well I'm certainly
 that now except the part looks funny with my hair combed like  this.

Fuck  it. Leaving my hair drying on its own I  look through my clothes and
realize I don't have any clean casual clothes. Duh,  I was gonna do a couple
of wash loads today. We drove home yesterday  and the only other thing I
wanted to accomplish that entire day was doing  my wash and I didn't do it.
Damn, too late now, so I look in my closet. Oh  yeah, I've got these dressy
khakis I bought to wear when working for Rob last  year. I wore the khakis
with a blue blazer, which is obviously out of the  question when going to the
movies. The khakis aren't too overly dressy  though, except for the
pressed-in crease. I take the khakis off the  hanger and then pull a white
dress-shirt off another hanger. This is  way too dressed-up for the movies but
whaddaya gonna do? I put on the  khakis and a black t-shirt and then the white
dress-shirt over the  t-shirt. If I wear my light-weight gray hoodie over the
shirt, it'll  dress-down this outfit. Sneakers will help  do that too.

Shit,  it's seven-twenty already! Hard to believe I fucked around in the
bathroom  for a friggin' hour. Looking out the kitchen window I see the Jeep
parked down  at the curb, but no pickup. Then I get the idea of pulling the
shirttails out  and unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt. That helps
to make for a  sloppier more casual look. Not bad, and when I get right down
to it what  difference does it make any-fuckin'-way? Well I do prefer to
look good for  Rob and, hell, I like looking good for strangers too. I'm kinda
vain like  that.

My  cellphone pings. It's a text from Robby saying he's at the curb and to
come on  down. What? I go over and look out the window and yep, there he is.
There's an  hour-and-a-half before the movie though. I text back telling
him to come up and  we'll kill some time in the condo. Three-minutes later the
front doorbell rings.  I open the door and there's Rob with an exaggerated
big-eyed-expression on  his face, saying, "What the fuck, babe? You're all
dressed-up!" I go, "I know. I  don't have any clean casual/scruffy clothes,"
and then Robby points at my  head, and goes, "Awww, you're wearing your hair
the way I like it." I'm  smirking, "Just for you, Rob." He takes his jacket
off, frowning and saying,  "There's something wrong though."

Rob's  wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt and skinny jeans with a rip in the
knee. I  go, "What's wrong?" and he says, "With your hair I mean." I'm like,
"Oh that.  The part on the side screws-up this hairdo but I'll need the part
when I comb my  hair the other way." He says, "Well you look fucking
adorable. Hey, did you  shave too?" I go, "How can you tell?" he chuckles, "I smell
the after  shave balm  you used. Personally, I prefer the way you smell
naturally. Truth is I  couldn't help but notice your silly little mustache is
missing in  action." I Go, "It is silly, isn't it?" He goes, "No, it's cute
actually,  but your hair. Um, it looked different somehow this morning when I
combed  it like that." I shrug, "I already told you, it's the part. I'll
comb it over  instead."

Rob  shrugs and changes the subject, "Do you have the tickets? Remember
what  happened the last time you printed tickets in advance?" I nod, "Yeah,
thanks for reminding me. I left them in the apartment and we had to pay  twice
to see the movie." We both walk over to the kitchen bar. Rob picks  the
tickets up and hands them to me. I put the print-outs in my pocket as  Rob puts
his arm across my shoulders for a hug, "Wasn't it fun this  morning,
Dylan?" I go, "Fuck yeah! Thanks again for breakfast." He slides  his arm off my
shoulder and steps in front of me putting both arms around me for  another
hug, chest to chest this time as he's murmuring, "I love you, and you  know
what?" I'm like, "No, what?" He says, "You were right about us not needing
time-tables for our relationship. I feel we're more perfect together just
letting things happen when they will." I hug him back, saying, "Oooh, you're so
 nice to admit I'm right... for once." He laughs, "For once, my ass." I go,
 "And you were right about me taking the job with Dickers & Son." He's
smiling in my face, "Ooh, you're so nice to admit I'm finally right  about
something too." We both smirk with Rob mumbling, "We're  getting sickeningly
sweet again," and I go, "Yeah we are but we're in love  and alone so it's okay
to be sickeningly-sweet with one  another."

We let  go of each other with Rob saying, "We must make a  pact not to act
this way in a crowd because someone  with diabetes could be overwhelmed by
our dangerous sweetness level." I go,  "Yes, we can only be like that when
it's just the two of us." Rob snorts out a  laugh, saying, "I feel faint. It
must be my sugar level. Do you have a  beer?" I nod, muttering, "Good idea,"
and he gets us  two Buds from the refrigerator, saying, "Mom never had beer
in the house before  I turned twenty-one. She doesn't drink beer so when I
wanted one I'd  get them from Chub's refrigerator and leave an IOU. I still
need to  pay back the IOUs." Rob shakes his head slowly, mumbling, "You're
one of a kind,  babe." I tap his bottle with mine, "Yeah, I'm a wild one
alright."

We  drink our beers sitting at the kitchen bar with him looking at me
again. I  finally go, "What is it now?" He shrugs and chuckles, "Oh nothing," as
he reaches over and rubs the hairs along the part, mumbling, "That part is
freaking me out, that's all. You should decide that this will be your
summer hair style and I'll permanently get rid of the part for you. It's, I
don't know, goofily lopsided or something and, um, I also think the hair in
front is too long to flip up. It droops." I'm trying to see my reflection off
the side of the toaster without much luck. Rob gets off the stool, saying,
"You  know what? Maybe you should comb it to the side and go with the hairdo
the way I  cut it." I get off the stool and walk over to look at myself in
the mirror  over the sofa for the tenth time today, and then say, "No! You
like this hairdo  and so do I. I'll keep it this way." Frowning, I try
patting down the hairs at  the crown where Robby cut it too short.

He  comes over and puts a hand on my shoulder, "Yeah, that's exactly what I
 said ten seconds ago! Keep this hairdo for the summer." I nod and snort
out a  laugh, asking, "Do you think I spend too much time talking about and
fucking  around with my hair?" Rob goes, "Absolutely, definitely! You're hair
obsessive." I go, "Well, what should we do about it? Which hairdo?" He
mumbles,  "Fuck, that's easy. It'll only take me less than a minute to cut the
hair on the part-side the same length as the other side. Then,  no more
part." I mutter, "Yeah, eliminate the annoying fucking part." Rob  nods and
asks, "Do you have scissors up here?" I go, "Yeah, I think I do.  But wait, I
need to be positive this is the hairdo I want to go with all  summer." Looking
at myself in the mirror for the eleventh time today, I nod my  head, "Oh
hell yeah, I'll go with this," than, "Um, but what do you  think, Rob?" He
shrugs, "Jesus, I already told you two times what I  think!  Make up your mind.
It's only a freaking haircut, not life or  death." I mutter, "It's
important that I have a good self-image. Ya  know, confidence-wise."

Rob  chugs some beer and then sits on the sofa, mumbling, "Let me know when
you've  made your momentous decision." I frown, "Don't be a prick, Rob, I
already  decided." He goes, "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to snap at you
but I had sort of a hard time getting back into a working frame of  mind at
the office this afternoon. I mean after you and I had such a  fun hot time
this morning and then I had to go to work I was feeling  jealous of you having
the whole day off." I've got my comb out  again re-combing my hair one more
time in the preppy style, just  to be sure. Huh, not bad. And then I comb
it back to the flip-up-the-front  style, mumbling, "I'm sorry work stressed
you out, Robby. Your father's a  major prick for making you go to work your
first full day of  summer break." He goes, "Mostly I'm pissed-off I need to
share my office  now. I had that office to myself until today. It was set-up
the way I  liked it. Then, without any prior notice in comes another desk.
Two  numb-nuts from supply pushing this big-ass desk in my office on  a dolly
and I'm like... get that fucking thing out of here. But  no, this other
guy, Max Renoldie, moved in. He's a real estate guy and  he's always on the
fucking phone." I ask, "Does this guy, Max-whoever,  wear a tie and sport
jacket?" Rob goes, "Of course. Everyone on the second  floor does, um, except for
the women." I nod, not really caring; just  checking.

Rob  goes on in kind of a whiny voice, "He's always talking on a fucking
land-line phone. Talking on the phone constantly in this day and age!  Jesus,
everybody else in the world is texting or emailing everything  and I've got
to listen to this blow-hard bellowing into the phone  or guffawing like a
laughing hyena." I'm adjusting my hair in front,  patting it down. Fuck, that
doesn't work. Rob's right the bangs are too  long to be sticking up. I
mutter, "What was that about a hyena,  Robby?" He makes a face, "You weren't
even listening!" I go, "Sorry. Um,  you don't like sharing your office, right?"
He goes, "Oh, never  mind."

One  final run of the comb up my bangs getting the hairs to stay up and
then patting  them down again with my fingers, and I'm like, "Okay, fuck it,
Rob. I'm  trusting you that this flipped up the front hairdo isn't too
youthful-looking for me at my advanced age of  twenty-one-and-three-quarters." Rob
blows out an exhale puffing his cheeks  out, and then gets off the sofa to
stand beside me looking at my reflection in  the mirror. He shrugs, saying,
"What's too youthful about  it? Christ, both sportscasters on NESN's six
o'clock show have variations  of this hairdo, and they're in their
middle-thirties! Gary-whats-his-name and  that other guy. Do you know who I mean?" I
nod, "Yeah the two nerdy guys,  but if I keep this style the part needs to go
and you're also right that  the front's a little too long. It looks like I
got an electric  shock or something." Rob's like, "Omigod, don't tell me
you've finally  made a decision?" I mutter, "I already told you that, and like I
also said before... there's no need for you to be a prick about it,"  and
he's like, "Let's go  in your bathroom and find a pair of scissors and a
comb."

As we  walk down the hall, I say, "I really am sorry you had a bad day at
work, Robby."  He shrugs, "Me too, but to be honest I'm kinda pissed at
myself for  whining to you about it. Anyway, I'm glad you've finally decided to
go with  my initial haircut suggestion." I say, "Well you mentioned it  this
morning but it was me who fucked around seeing what my hair  looked like if
I combed it this way." He goes, "Whatever," and I'm like,  "Ya know, whether
you believe it or not I'm actually starting to  appreciate your barbering
skills and your opinions about hair  styles. Mostly though, the actual reason
I was fucking around with  it is because earlier today you said I looked
like  a teenager with this hairdo." We both chuckle about that, and  then Rob
says, "Oh God, the things you admit to! Okay, you'll be  my Peter Pan
boyfriend, my seventeen-year-old underage sex toy." I go, "Oh  goody. You can be
my sugar-daddy and buy me lots of stuff." He says, "Ha, that's  a good one.
I'm cheap, remember?" I mutter, "A cheap sugar-daddy? Dude, that  really
blows."

Actually,  I do like this short style for the summer and obviously, it does
 not make me look like a teenager. I find a pair of barber  scissors in the
bathroom. I use barber scissors for whatever I need  scissors for. They're
really sharp unlike the clunky scissors you  usually see for sale at Stop &
Shop, for example. I hand the scissors to  Rob and he picks up a comb,
saying, "Ya better take off your shirt,  babe." I go, "Oh duh, yeah I better." I
take my shirt off and wad it in a ball,  saying, "If it's a little wrinkled
it won't look so dressy," and Rob goes, "Hey,  don't do that! You looked
real nice all dressed-up. Damn." As I'm pulling the  t-shirt over my head Rob
puts down the scissors and comb to take the  dress-shirt and try smoothing it
out with his hands. I go, "I felt too  dressed-up wearing a white
button-up-the-front dress shirt with a buttoned-down  collar." He  goes, "You looked
good! There's no law that says you can't look nice." I make a  'face',
shrugging and tossing the t-shirt onto the closed toilet seat  lid. I liked that
he thought I looked nice though.

He  hangs the dress-shirt on the hook at the back of the bathroom door and
says,  "Step over under the light, Dylan," and when I do he combs hair from
below  the part upwards and begins cutting as he moves the comb up to the
part.  Very professional way of haircutting that tapers the length of hairs
from  shorter to slightly longer. I'm impressed. He cuts off  a quarter-inch
of hair and the cut-hairs drift down to my shoulder and then  Rob goes over
the same area taking another quarter-of-an-inch of hair off. After  combing
down through the hair from the top, he then combs all the  hair forward,
mumbling, "I'm trying to blend the hairs to eliminate the part.  Um, did you put
something in your hair?" I go, "Well yeah, a little hair  gel to keep it in
place." He says, "Oh, so that's what's fucking-up  the works here. Put your
head over the sink and I'll wash the gunk out of  your hair so the part
blends in." I go, "I didn't fucking use that much gel,  just a little to train
the bangs to stick up." Rob goes, "Well now it needs  to be washed out."

I lean  over the sink, muttering, "Nothing in this world is ever simple."
Rob holds  the back of my neck keeping my head down near the sink's faucet
and cups  handfuls of water to put on my hair and then he sort of scrubs my
wet hair,  muttering, "Maybe I'll need to use a little gel on the bangs but
only  after we eliminate this part. It feels like it's glued in." After
scrubbing the gel from my hair Rob gets me standing up with water running down
my back and chest as I go, "Goddammit! I'm getting wet!" Rob's like, "Well
where the fuck's a towel? There's no towel on the rack." I mutter, "Oh  yeah,
I put the towels in with my clothes to be washed," and, just  like that,
this doesn't seem like a great idea at all! Annoyed with  the cold water
running down my back and chest, I point to the linen closet,  "Get a towel from
the closet." Rob gets a clean hand towel and rub my hair  which partially
dries it. Then he wipes down my back and chest, chuckling and  saying, "The
hair clippings are sticking to you. Fuck, we didn't plan this out  very well,
did we?" What's with the... we? This is Rob's  show.

I'm  rolling my eyes, annoyed that this has turned into a dog and pony act.
Rob's  roughly wiping my shoulders, saying, "I don't suppose you have a
hairdryer up here, do you?" I shake my head, "No, it's downstairs." He's like,
 "Oh fuck, I can't get the hair clippings off you." Then he stops rubbing
with  the hand-towel, and goes, " Okay, let's calm down and regroup. We'll
start over and do this right. C'mon, we'll go downstairs and get the barber
stuff out." I go, "I never put it away." As we go downstairs, he's like, "No
 offense, but what the hell did you do all day? You didn't do your laundry,
you  didn't clean up after your haircut and I'll bet the half-bath is still
a mess."  I grumpily snap back at him, "I did stuff!" He chuckles, "Yeah,
like reading and  dozing-off on the sofa." I go, "Yes, daddy, but I did take
a shower all by  myself and washed behind my ears." He ruffles my damp hair,
saying, "Naughty  boy, goofing-off all day while daddy was working." I go,
"We're getting  sickening again!"

In the  basement Rob's like, "Is the hairdryer still in the bathroom?" I
nod and we go  in there. Rob turns on the hairdryer and quickly dries my hair.
When my hair is  dry as a desert he points the hairdryer at my back and
shoulders,  saying, "When I dry them the hair clippings fly off your awesome
body." The hot  air feels good, and he's right about the hair clippings flying
off me. I see  them landing here and there in the half-bath which means
I'll need to spend  half-an-hour cleaning in here tomorrow, or whenever. Rob
rubs his hands  over my shoulders, back, and chest helping to get the last of
the  short hair clippings that he spread around on me with the damp  towel
three minutes ago. The palm of his hands feels good and give me  some nice
shivers. Turning off the dryer, he mumbles, "I think we're  back in control of
the situation, babe." I mutter, "Good," and we go back to the  basement.

Rob picks  the barber's cape up off the stool where I left it this morning,
and says,  "As it turns out it's convenient you didn't clean-up down here.
Have a seat,  Dylan." I sit on the stool and as Rob starts to fasten the
cape around me,  I go, "Just even off the sides after eliminating the part,
Rob. Don't make  a fucking federal case out of this." He rubs my hair with both
hands doing a  sort of scalp massage, saying, "I cut your hair this morning
for the  preppy-nerdy style, babe. For this other style, I'll need to cut
almost all the  hairs on your head a little shorter. If I'm gonna do it, I'm
gonna do  it right." I go, "You know what. Just stop! Forget it! At least
for now. It's  too much fucking trouble and, like you said, it's just a
fucking haircut. I'll  go with the nerdy style for now. I like nerds."

Rob  stops fitting the cape around my neck and doesn't say anything. After
a  couple of seconds, I turn my head to look at him and he stares back at me
 looking disgusted. I go, "Sorry I had you go to all this bother, but I'm
not  feeling it now." He nods his head, saying quietly, "That's so like you,
Dylan.  Putting things off till later." I whine, "It's was stupid of me to
start this in  the first place." He rubs his chin, thinking, and then
finishes clipping the  cape around my neck, saying, " Nope, we've started something
and we're  gonna finish it. Anyway I already cut the part out and now the
hairs on that  side of your head are shorter than the other side." I go,
"Balls! You just  like cutting my hair. That the main reason for continuing with
this, isn't it?"  He ignores that as he rearranges the barber tools on top
of the  dryer.

After a  few seconds, I go, "Am I right, Rob?" He snorts out a laughs and
combs through my hair, then says, "I was hoping I could ignore that remark,
but  sure, I like cutting your hair. It's fun and about the only chance I
have  of being totally in charge of the situation." I go, "What a crock of
doody that  is!" He chuckles again and then goes, "Me having fun is not the
main reason  for you sitting there with the barber cape around you. You're the
expert so  you tell me if I'm right that for the flipped-up bangs haircut
the hair behind the bangs needs to be shorter than the bangs." He's got me
there so I mutter, "Yeah, you're right, but that doesn't necessarily mean
the hair on the sides and back needs to be shorter." He puts his finger under
my  chin raising and turning my head a little so I'm looking right at him.
Rob's  eyebrows are raised so I smirk, mumbling, "Well maybe a tad shorter."
He goes,  "You know it's basically an entirely different haircut." I shrug
and don't  complain because he's right and anyway I like when Rob's fussing
over me.  It's partially a sexual thing but it also makes me feel good that
he likes  doing it too, and we have gone to some trouble getting this far. I
say, "You're  right as usual. Go ahead, I trust you."

Rob's  putting a guide on the clippers looking at me smugly, so to break
his balls  a little, I go, "Wait! You're not going to use the clippers to even
out the  sides, are you? Not when you started with the scissors over comb
method which as  you know has a tampering effect." He frowns, not sure of
himself now. I go,  "Every barber knows that a fuller-look on the sides is what
makes the  different between a regular middle school haircut of this style
and one  for older guys. You know, like those nerds on TV." He makes a
'face',  asking, "Who the fuck thinks that? And anyway, where'd you get the
notion  this style is for middle school boys?" Huh, actually, now that I think
about  it, I got that notion from Pony. I mutter, "Everybody knows that," and
Rob  laughs, "You're priceless, Dylan. For one thing, not one guy out of ten
would  even notice the difference... or give a shit if he did notice.
You're a  haircutting expert or a, um, hair style connoisseur while most guys
don't spend  ten minutes a month thinking about hair." I mutter, "That's just
so wrong  in so many ways, Rob." He goes, "Name one." Since I can't think of
one, I say,  "Just don't cut it too short. That's all I'm saying." He grins,
"You're so full  of it," and he ruffles my clean dry hair as I try not to
grin, but  I grin anyway. Fuck, it's only a haircut.

Rob  says, "Leave it to me, Dylan. I'm your barber," and he turns the
clippers on,  adding, "This is awesome! I get to give you two haircuts the same
day!" I grin  again because I kinda like it too, then mumble, "Just don't cut
it too  fucking short." Rob goes, "How many fucking times are you going to
tell me  that? I'm doing it the way I saw the instructor do it on YouTube...
 period. I think those experts know a little something about how it should
be  done... maybe better than you." I mutter, "I very much doubt that," and
Robby  pushes on the back of my head. I drop my head and he runs the
clippers up the  back and over the crown a little. Oh boy, I get to have my haircut
fetish  buzzing twice in the same day.

Rob  happily spends ten minutes doing what he originally said would take
less  than one minute to do. To his credit the finished haircut looks okay.
It's  short but not as short as I did Pony's haircut, for example. Looking at
the  haircut in the hand-held mirror I estimate the length is halfway
between what I  wish it was, and the shortness I cut Pony's in this style. In
other words,  another real-life compromise.

Rob  takes the cape off me, saying, "Whether you think so or not this is a
perfect  flip-up-the-bangs haircut." I'm rubbing my fingers up the back of
my head  feeling a little scalped. Mostly the hair is a quarter-inch length
up the back  and sides, then he tapered the hair to a half-inch. Then the
very top hairs  Rob left long enough to easily lie flat when combed forward
with the  inch-and-a-quarter length bangs combed up. He added a little AXE
Styling  Creme to keep the short bangs up. I did get another boner in my pants
as Robby  was cutting my hair, so that's a bonus. Looking in the mirror
again, I say,  "It's pretty good, Rob." He gives me an exasperated 'look' so I
grin,  adding, "I mean you did a really good job. It's very professionally
cut,  but just a little shorter than I wanted... that's my only  criticism."

Still  drinking our bottles of beer, we go upstairs where  I walk over to
the sofa for a longer view from the big mirror there. Rob  stands behind me
with a hand on my shoulder as I look at myself in the  sofa mirror for the
twelfth time today. After chugging some beer, he says,  "A little too short,
you say? That's easy to correct. Next time I'll go up  one size on the
clipper guards." I go, "Yep, then it'll be perfect." He smiles,  asking, "Do you
really think it looks professional, Dylan?" I shrug, "Yes! I  couldn't do it
much better myself, and most of the hack barbers in this  town couldn't do
as good." He kisses the side of my neck, and  murmurs, "Thanks, Dylan."
Everybody likes compliments and in this case Rob  deserves a partial one. He's
like me, and maybe most barbers in that given the  choice between cutting hair
a little shorter or leaving it longer, we go the  shorter route.

Rob's  brushes a few imaginary hair clippings off my shoulders, ones that
could have snuck under the barber cape as he's asking me, "What time is it,
babe? Maybe we have time for a little messing around before the movie."
Looking  at my watch, I go, "Nah, we'll have to wait until after the movie for
that. It's  almost eight-thirty." He hugs me from behind, the beer bottle
feeling cold  against my belly as Rob nestles the side of his face against
mine, murmuring,  "It's so much fun being with and doing things with you. And I
love being  your barber." I go, "Yeah, that's pretty fucking obvious, but I
like you  being my barber too." He goes, "There, that wasn't too hard to
say, was it." I  mutter, "I'm not sure about two haircuts a day though." He
chuckles, "Why not?  You always tell me you like me fussing over you." I turn
around to face him,  saying, "Actually I do," and we kiss and then make-out
for a minute or  so.

The  ringing of Rob's cellphone interrupts us just in time or we'd be
fucking each other in another ten seconds. That's just the way we are.  We'd
probably miss the first part of the movie. I can always tell when  Rob's
sexually aroused because he gets circles of rosy red, one on each  cheekbone. He
takes a deep breath as he steps back grinning at me while pulling  his phone
from his pocket. Looking at the caller ID, he mumbles, "Oh it's  nobody,"
and he hits 'end'." I go, "Who was calling you?" He shakes his head, "A
telephone solicitor, that's all." Huh, more likely one of his side-sex  buddies.

Back in  the bathroom I put on my t-shirt and then the dress-shirt leaving
the three top  buttons undone and the tails of the shirt hanging out. In the
living  room, I put my hoodie sweatshirt over everything as Rob puts his
jacket on  grinning and saying, "Thanks for going along with my idea for  your
haircut. It makes me feel good." Again I try being somber about it,
wanting to be grumpy because it's shorter than I wanted, but I grin anyway,
saying, "You're welcome." Outside, going down the steps to where he parked the
pickup, he's like, "I know what's best for you. I see you all the time and
you only see yourself about, oh about an hour a day looking at yourself in
the  mirror." I laugh out loud, "Not an hour!  It's not more than
forty-five-minutes a day that I admire myself." He goes, "Who  could blame you?"

I'm  goofily thinking I can't wait for Pony to see me with this haircut.
He'll  immediately want me to cut his hair like this again; that's how he
rocks.  I'll probably have him down for a weekend in a couple of weeks. It'd  be
this weekend if it was up to Daryl. Rob drives us to the  Framingham movie
complex managing not to talk about my haircut for two  minutes of the ride.
Basically, he wants me to convince him it's the best  haircut I've ever
gotten, which it isn't... although it's okay. Ya know, it  reminds me of the way
guys who 'top' during sex are always hinting  around for compliments that
they are the best top of my life. Because I  love him, I finally say, "Okay,
you win, Rob. I fucking really, really like  this perfectly cut haircut!" He
mutters, "Oh good! It's how I'll do it next time  too then." Oh balls!

There's  at least a million cars parked at the mall near the movie complex,
which is  located smack dab in the middle of this huge mall. Apparently,
everybody in  Framingham is here tonight. We need to park way at the top of
the parking  lot and while walking back to the theater Rob says, "Let's both
remember the  pickup is in 'X' row on the yellow side." I mutter, "X row,
yellow side." He  goes, "Heh heh, we both remember that now but the trick will
be one of  us remembering it after the movie." The closer we get I'm
thinking there's a guy near the theater who looks a lot like Danny  Monday. He's
with some guy I've never seen before standing together looking  in the window
of Starbucks next to the movie entrance. I go, "Is that Danny?"  and Rob's
like, "Where?" I point him out, asking, "Did you know he was going to  be
here?" Rob shakes his head, muttering, "Not a clue. I haven't heard from
Danny since the end of junior year."

I sort  of believe that because it hasn't even been two full days since we
left  campus. Danny of course lives around here somewhere. I mutter, "That's
Danny  alright. Who's he with?" Rob goes, "Oh fuck! That's Hayden. I'll be
damned. I  knew Danny was still seeing him but I haven't seen them together
for a long  time." I go, "Who's Hayden?" Rob shrugs, "Nobody you'd like." I
ask,  "Um, is Danny getting along any better at home?" Rob nods, "Yeah, now
that his  father finally moved out of the house. As soon as the divorce
settlement was  signed his old man was gone; he's ancient history as far as
Danny and his  Mom are concerned." I ask, "Why did his father stay in the house
all that time  they were going through a divorce?" Rob shrugs, "I don't
know. Something about  the divorce attorney advising his father to stay in the
house until the  settlement. I think she gets some child support as long as
Danny's a college  student though." What an awkward situation that must have
been for all  three of them!

We walk  up to Danny and his friend, as Rob goes, "Yo, Danny, long time
no-see."  Danny looks surprised but pleased to see us, or rather to see Robby.
They do a  normal one-arm-hug greeting and then Rob does it with the other
guy,  saying, "Jesus, look who it is. How'd you do at Duke this year,
Hayden?"  Hayden mumbles, "Same ole, same ole, Robert." Danny says to me, "Dylan,
meet my  main squeeze, Hayden Parks." Hayden and I nod at each other doing
little hand  flips.  Danny's main squeeze?

Hayden  is a couple of inches shorter than the rest of us and he's
definitely gay. Even  if Danny hadn't introduced the guy as his main squeeze I'd
have been pretty sure  Hayden was gay. I guess it's his body language and the
way he has the  stereotypical limp-wrists I've heard about, but rarely see.
No lisping or  anything like that though. He has a big bunch of long curly
brown hair on his  head and I think his eyebrows have been plucked a bit. Not
that there's anything  wrong with that, as they always say.

Rob  asks me for the ticket printouts and then compares our seats with
Danny's. They're on the other side of the movie theater. Neither Hayden nor  I
have anything to say as Rob and Danny relive last  baseball season that just
ended two weeks ago. They're agonizing over how  close the Merrimack team
came to making the playoffs. I'm on one side of Rob and  Danny and the silent
Hayden is on the other side. There are crowds of  people standing or
milling around us, but mostly I'm watching two  biggish goof-balls who are jogging
right towards us. I'm startled when the  two goofs grab Danny and Rob from
behind, yelling, "Let's get the band  back together!" There's some hubbub as
the four of them do hugs and talk  all at once, with smiles all around.
Hayden and I are sort of looking  like... what the fuck? Then it becomes
apparent these two goofs were on  Framingham High School's baseball team the same
years as Danny and  Rob.

I get  introduced by Rob as, "My good friend and college roommate, Dylan
Newman,"  and Hayden doesn't get introduced at all because Danny's yucking it
up with the  overweight goof who's name I've already forgotten. After
observing the four  baseball players talking excitedly, mentioning things I have
no clue  about, Hayden walks around the group and taps my arm, saying,
"C'mon,  walk over there with me so I can have a smoke. There's no smoking within
twenty-five feet of the stores." I look where he's pointing and see a rest
area  with a couple of benches about twenty feet from where we're standing,
so I go,  "Yeah, okay," and we walk over. Hayden sits on one of the benches
and takes  a pack of Salem Light 100's out of his jacket pocket. I'm still
standing  not feeling comfortable sitting next to him because the benches
aren't very big  and the other bench is like ten feet across from Hayden's.

Hayden holds  up his pack of cigarettes offering  me one and I hold up my
red pack of Marlboro's and  he nods his head taking a fancy-looking little
lighter out of his jacket pocket  to light his cigarette. As I light my
cigarette I'm sort of frowning a little,  glancing at Hayden. He smokes like a
woman. His left arm is across his  flat stomach with the elbow of his other arm
resting on the hand of  the stomach arm. Holding the long cigarette between
the tips of the  first two fingers of his limp-wrested hand, he drags
deeply and then  exhales turning his head away slightly.

He's  very slim; skinny almost with narrow shoulders and hips. He's petite
I guess you  could say. Hayden's wearing very-tight and very white skinny
jeans  along with a black corduroy jacket over a pale- purple t-shirt, the
hood of his  jacket hanging behind his head. On his little feet are lavender
low-cut retro Converse sneakers with pale-blue laces. He's also blatantly
staring directly at me without blinking. I glance at him fleetingly a few
times  and then ask, "What? Do I have a booger on my nose or something?" He does
a  cute sounding little laugh as he reaches up to squeeze my arm, saying,
"I'm so  sorry for staring but I've heard your name spoken in glowing terms
for so long  it's like I'm meeting a celebrity or a rock star."
Incredulously, I'm like,  "Oh, jeezsus, really?" He pulls on my arm so, unless I want to
get in  an arm  wrestle competition with him, I sit down next to him. The
bench is so small our  sides are touching.

To say  something, I go, "Um, have you know Danny a long time?" He  purses
his  lips like he needs to think about that, and then says, "Darling, Daniel
and  I have been going  out without any stoppage since tenth grade." I'm
shocked, mumbling, "You went to  Framingham High?"  I'm shocked because I
positively have never seen this  guy before in my life and I was at Framingham
High for four years. Hayden makes  some kind of dramatic facial expression,
saying, "Framingham High?" He  said that like I asked if he went to Alcatraz.
Then he goes, "No,  sweetheart, Daniel and I are the same age but I went to
St. John's Prep. I know  him because I grew-up two houses from his." I nod,
"Oh, neighbors, huh?" He  blinks his longish eyelashes at me a few times
and says, "Yes,  and we finally got to know one another when we were like
fourteen." I  nod and he goes, "Ha ha, I mean really got to know each other. It
was at a neighborhood block party and my bum is still recovering." I
mutter, "TMI, Hayden." He does a dramatic movement somehow, then  mumbles,
"Sorry! I thought it was just us girls, so gossip was allowed." I  frown,
muttering, "Girls? Whaddaya mean?" He motions with the limp hand  that's holding the
cigarette at the guys who are talking and laughing about  old times. He
goes, "Our men are over there and we know that our place is  over here. They're
our men and we're their honey-bun girls but we're not to  interrupt them
when they're being macho with their straight  friends, who may or may not know
they're gay." I blurt out a laugh, "I hope  to fuck you're joking! Jesus,
that's a good one!"

Hayden  grins, and it's a cute grin. There are little spaces between his
front small  very white teeth, and he has cute dimples too. He says, "It's
what Daniel  says to me sometimes. You know when he's fucking the be-jesus
outta me  he'll stop and ask, "You my good girl, Hayden? Daniel's adorable,
don't ya  think?" I go, "Yeah, he's adorable. So, you think of yourself as a
girl?" He  moves his hand like he's waving that thought away, saying, "Don't be
stupid you  cute boy you. I'm a full-blooded, well- endowed guy. I'll  bet
my dick is longer than yours. It's longer than Daniels," and then he  leans
over to whisper in my ear, "And as you know better than anyone, it's  a lot
longer than Robert's." How the fuck does he know that?

You  know what? I'm totally unprepared for Hayden. I go, "Um, I've never
had a conversation quite like this before, so forgive me, but you know
Robert, er, Rob, too?" He says, "Almost as long as I've known my man, Daniel." I
ask, "Why do you insist on using their proper first names? Nobody does
that."  and he goes, "I like to call them that. It's my thing. I call you Dylan,
don't  I?" I shrug, but there really isn't a nickname for Dylan, or Hayden
either for that matter, so...

Hey,  but maybe this is my chance to find out some things about Rob and
Danny. I go, "Well, between us girls, are our, um, men into each other, do ya
think?" He bends over laughing so hard veins on his forehead stand out. He
holds  onto my arm straightening up, then hiccups before saying, "Um, I
guess you  could say that. Yes, they're into each other." I'm like, "How do you
know?"  He has the hiccups for real now. I guess from laughing so hard and
then stopping  abruptly. He's holding his hand up, like, 'Wait a second,'
while he holds  his breath until his face is bright red. He's fascinating and I
can't stop  staring at him now.

Hayden  has nice facial features with an olive complexion to go with his
dark  curly hair. His skin is flawless with one of those moles that some
people  call beauty marks on his right cheekbone. A real one or artificial one, I
 can't tell. Obviously, he's recently shaved but I can see  that his beard
is more fully developed than even Danny's, and  certainly more so than Rob's
or mine. Hayden is a sexy girly/guy; I gotta  give him that. I think he has
some subtle eyeliner on too. Looking at him this  closely though I may have
been wrong about the plucked eyebrows although  his are narrow and
perfectly shaped. If he does pluck his eyebrows it's so well  done I can't really
tell for sure.

With  his hiccups under control Hayden places his hand, with all his
fingers spread wide, on his chest near his throat saying, "Omigod, that was  so
funny, Dylan. You have a very dry sense of humor." He thought I was kidding?
Dropping his cigarette and stepping on the butt. The so-called butt was
almost  half a cigarette. While lighting another one he asks me seriously,
"Does  Robert ever let you 'top'?" and before I can answer he goes on, "Daniel
forbids  me doing it but then I don't want to do it anyway. Not with Daniel,
it  just wouldn't be right." I'm getting mesmerized by this strange
creature.  He grins, "Well, does he let you top?" I go, "Um, yeah, of course. I
'top'  whenever I feel like it." He smirks,  muttering, "Liar," and then, "I
hear you're a lot like me in some ways." I  snort a chuckle, mumbling, "Oh
yeah, how's that?" He shrugs his little shoulders  and goes, "For one thing,
when it really counts we both let our men be in  charge." I sort of shrug, not
feeling it's worth the trouble to debate that  misconception. It'd be too
confusing so I let the subject drop.

He  says, "And for another thing we both know our guys screw around a  lot.
Whenever Daniel says he'll be busy I know he's fucking someone else,  but
like you, I know it's only play-sex. Our men love us best so we don't  get
overly jealous about their extra curricular screwing."  Wow, just how much
does Rob tell Danny about him and me, and then how much does  Danny tell
Hayden? Apparently a lot in both cases.

I'm  very curious about something and ask, "How come you and I are just
meeting now?  I mean, you seem to know about me but I've never heard a thing
about you in  my life, um, before the last ten minutes." He puts his head way
back and takes a  drag off his cigarette. Exhaling smoke almost straight up
in the air, he  then looks at me from the corner of his eyes. I'm waiting as
he sits up  straight and then pats my shoulder, saying, "Why we haven't met
 is a bit of a touchy subject and I really shouldn't talk about it. It's
not my  place. Ask Robert about that, okay, honey?" I must have an odd
expression on my  face because Hayden looks concerned and leans over to put his arm
across my  shoulders, and in a sympathetic manner, he goes, "It's
absolutely  nothing bad about you, Dylan. It's for reasons I don't agree with. I feel
 I can tell you that much, sweetheart." I go, "Can you give me another
hint?" and he grins, "Take me out to lunch and get me drunk. Maybe I'll tell
you  then." I'm aghast, so don't know what to say.

Rob  calls over, "Ya wanna get our seats now, Dylan?" I go, "When I finish
my smoke,"  and he nods. Looking back at Hayden, I ask, "Seriously, tell me
something  about why we haven't met after all this time?" He shakes his
head,  "Please, darling, I can't say." Doing an exasperated exhale I go, "Well,
what  do you do when, um, your man's busy fucking other guys?" He goes,
"Have  fun, that's what I do." I nod, "Doing what, if you don't mind me asking?"
He  says, "I don't mind. I hook-up with my girl-friends and we  do
something that usually includes alcohol beverages," and he laughs his  good-natured
laugh. I'm frowning again. "You have girlfriends?" He touches my  arm, "Not
like you mean, sweetie. I have friends who are girls. When I'm with  them I
almost feel like a girl myself. Have you ever felt like that?" I go, "Um,
no, I can't say I ever have." He says, "Perhaps you have an identity
problem,"  and I mumble, "One of us does, that's almost certain." Ignoring that,
Hayden leans close to me again and says, his lips almost touching  my ear,
"You don't know what you're missing. Feeling girlie sometimes is so  freeing.
Just letting yourself go and be yourself completely." Moving my  head away
from his a little, I say, "Hayden, honest to God, my word of  honor, I'm
always completely myself at all times." He acts prissy,  "Well aren't you the
macho one though. As for me, sometimes I let my  friend Elaine put make-up on
me and I even try on her dresses... and  it so much fun. Elaine and I are the
same size... six." I mutter,  "Jesus."

He  holds onto my arm, saying, "Don't worry; I'm not mad at you. It's okay
to be all  big-time tough-guy with me, but I know you're different with
Robert." I'm so  sure I give a shit if he's mad at me. I go, "How am I different
when I'm  with Rob?" and he says, "You're like me, I already told you that.
Robert  accommodates you and spoils you but when push comes to  shove you
acquiesce to him like I do with Daniel. It's only right; they're the  guys."
I subtly pull my arm away from his grip, saying, "So are we, Hayden.  We're
guys too." He pats my shoulder, "Of course we are, but our men do the  men's
stuff and we the girlie parts. During sex I mean... so how do you  explain
that?" I smile, "I'm going to assume you're pulling my chain, and that's
okay. What I'd be very interested in though, is what Danny's, er, Daniel's,
told you about his and Rob's relationship." Hayden pats my shoulder again,
saying, "I already told you, take me out to lunch and get me drunk. I'll tell
 you everything. We'll have a girls' afternoon, just you and me. Or better
yet,  I'll invite my girl-friends because  they know everything I do. We all
tell each other everything." Hmmm, I go, "You  don't wear a dress during
these lunches, do you?" Hayden laughs like mad again.  Then gasping, he says,
"Don't make me get the fucking hiccups again! You  and your dry sense of
humor. You're adorable too, and almost as good looking as  Daniel. Believe it
or not you're the first person I've ever been able to  tell that to." Huh?

So I  still don't know if Hayden wears a dress to lunch or not. Danny calls
over,  "Let's go, Hayden," and Hayden waves daintily at him and, as he's
standing up,  he takes my cellphone out of my jacket pocket. His thumbs move
so fast  on the keys they're a blur. He says, "I entered my cellphone number
and  memorized yours." I go, "How the fuck did you get past my password?" He
looks at  me kinda cutely, saying, "I'm tricky. I saw the slight budge in
your pocket and  stole your cellphone." I'm like, "Yeah, but how'd you know
my password?" He does  the limp hand flip, "Don't be silly," and puts my
phone back where he got it,  then says, "We better get a move on. Daniel doesn't
put up with me keeping him  waiting."

As we  walk over to the four guys, I ask "How often do you Rob and Danny do
things  together?" He shrugs, "We used to do things together back in high
school  but not so much since then." Huh, and then he goes, "Oh, darling, I
just got a great idea. When our guys are, um, busy together maybe you and I
could get naughtily together too. I don't get a chance to 'top' very often.
I've  still got it though and I could give your cute ass," and he gooses
me, "a  trip around the world and back." I go, "Uh huh," but that's all I get
to say  because I'm three steps from Rob now. As the two goof-balls leave,
Rob smiles, "Ready to get our seats, babe?" I nod, "Yeah, sure, Robert." He
chuckles, "Robert? You've obviously been influenced by  Hayden!"

Rob and  I go inside and buy popcorn and sodas. After the tickets are scann
ed by an  usher we walk to the proper theater. Hmmm, what would be the best
way  of approaching Rob about the conversation I just had with Hayden?  Or
maybe I shouldn't bring it up at all. I can probably find out a lot more
from Hayden if I don't say anything to Rob. If  I bring up some points of
interest from what Hayden said maybe  Rob would have Danny tell Hayden to keep
his trap shut. Not that I've found  out much anyway. Mostly innuendoes and
''take me to  lunch' is what I've got from Hayden. Well no, there are
definitely  a couple of other things too. The thing I need to consider though  is
what an odd person Hayden is, so maybe he's mixed up about  what he thinks
Danny's told him. Rob goes, "This is our theater, Dylan." I  was walking right
by it and I'm like, "Oh yeah," and we walk up the  ramp.

Yeah,  things Danny's told Hayden could get twisted in Hayden's
suspect-brain; twisted  into the way Hayden sees the world. Or maybe Rob tells Danny
every detail of his  and my relationship, which I find almost impossible to
believe. As we look for  our seats, I ask, in an off-hand manner, "What do you
tell Danny about you  and me?" Rob shrugs, "Fuck, I don't know. Not a lot.
He's not  really interested all that much in the first place. Why? What did
Hayden tell you?" I go, "Um, basically not much. He wants to go out to
lunch with me." Rob shakes his head, "Oh fuck, really?" I shrug and Rob  says,
"Anyway what is there to tell Danny about us? He doesn't want to  hear me
telling him again how awesome you are and how you are the  only one for me and
nothing will ever change my mind about that." I mutter,  "Awww, thanks,
Robby. That was really sweet." He goes, "Well, it's all  true." I need to think
about this. Would I actually even have the  balls to go to lunch with
Hayden? You know what, I just might... dress or  no dress.

At our  seats, I take the end one and Rob takes the second from the end
sitting next to  a very fat older man who's nosily getting a cellophane wrapper
off a piece of  candy. Ha! That's why I want an end seat; an end seat with
someone I know next  to me separating me from strangers. Rob leans over and
asks me, "Would you  mind if we had a couple of beers with Danny and Hayden
after the movie?" I go,  "No. Whatever you wanna do, Rob." He says,
"Thanks," and the previews begin. I  have a hard time concentrating on them because
mostly I'm trying to make sense  of this Hayden character. First, I need to
admit there is something refreshing  about him. He seems to be happy being
who he is and he doesn't appear to  be self-conscious about  things he says;
things that most of us would be self-conscious about.  Or maybe I'm looking
at it the wrong way. It took me a while to appreciate John  Smith's very
gay-acting friends in Worcester, but once I got used to them I  thought they
were okay.

Also,  Hayden is a sexy little thing. The way he moves is sexy for sure,
but he  also has a sexy look about him. Hot lips! Way too many long curly
hairs on his head for me, but then I have a thing about short  hair that the
majority of guys do not have. I realized a long time ago most guys  don't
spend much time thinking about their hair, as Robby mentioned. Some  guys do
care of course, but most do not. And then some of the guys who  do care about
their hair like long woman-style hairdos, like Hayden's, so  there's a wide
gap of opinions about that and no accounting for some guy's sense  of style.
Jeez though, I can just imagine Hayden's little body naked  with his tight
butt cheeks spreading as my boner goes up his ass. Ha ha, except  he
envisions my butt cheeks spreading for his boner, which he claims is longer  than
Danny's. Huh, Danny's penis is almost identical to mine so... hmmm.  Oh, I did
learn something. Hayden knows Rob's got a four inch penis,  or at least he
inferred it wasn't as long as Danny's. I forget how he phrased it  exactly.

Glancing  up I see the movie has started and there are a number of guys
with  machine guns having  a gun battle with  Bond. The bad guys are dropping
like flies but they don't seem to have very good  aim when shooting at James.
Nothing new there. Hmmm, mostly I need to  determine what the truth is
between Rob's position, which is he tells Danny  almost nothing about us, and
Hayden's claim that Danny tells him all about Rob  and me. The truth lies
somewhere in the middle as it usually does. Oh  fuck, I can see Hayden in a
sleeveless sun-dress, heh heh, with subtle  make-up on his cute little face.
With his curly long hair and slim body,  he'd be quite the hot chick. Yeah, a
hot chick without tits.

It's  pointless to try deciphering exactly what Hayden's said, so I try
getting  into the movie. Movies are a place where the real world and any
problems you  might be having with it can be forgotten for two hours. That's what
happens to  me for the rest of the movie. As we're walking out Rob says,
"Have you ever  noticed that the bad guys routinely kill everyone they can, but
they don't  kill Bond when they have the chance. No, they tie him up and
put him  in some impossible situation where death is eminent that of course
Bond  miraculously escapes from." I go, "What was that you said, Rob?" He
laughs,  "Nothing, it was nothing." I grin at him as we bump together on
purpose.

Outside  we see Danny and Hayden sitting on the bench I was on before the
movie. They're  talking with another guy who leaves as we walk over. Danny
says, "Bond wins  again, huh?" Rob goes, "Shocker. Where do you wanna grab a
couple of beers?"  Hayden's smirking cutely at me and wiggling his forefinger
like, come here. Stepping around Danny and Rob, I'm like, "Wassup, Hayden?"
He leans close,  whispering, "At the bar I'll need to sit next to Daniel so
you ask Robert  if he'll let you sit next to me so we can talk." I go,
"You're a real piece of  work, ya know that? I don't need to ask Rob if I can
sit next to you. I can sit  wherever the fuck I want." He goes, "Ooooh, you're
hot-looking when you're  angry." I snort a laugh, "Jesus! I'm not angry.
Why would I be angry?" He nods  his head, "Oh good. At the bar see if you can
get permission to sit next to me."  I go, "Um, I just fucking told you...
oh, never mind. I'll sit next to  you and help get you drunk so you'll tell me
something... anything," and he does  his hysterical laughing again, as he
gasps, "You and your droll humor." Both  Danny and Rob hear Hayden's insane
laughter and look at us. I shrug and wave my  hand like it's nothing and then
hear Rob tell Danny, "Dylan's a funny  fucker sometimes." Oh man!

We stop  at a bar called simply, 'McFarlins Tap'. As Rob parks, he says,
"This is where  Danny says he's had some beers from time to time. Him and
Hayden were here this  afternoon. It's supposedly an okay place without unruly
characters."  We walk inside and it's obvious we'll have no problem getting
four seats  together at the bar. It a long curving bar with only about half
the  bar stools occupied. No pool table as far as I can see. I guess it's a
sports  bar because there are half a dozen flat screen TVs at different
places on the  walls showing various sporting events in progress. There's lots of
tables too  and they're also about half occupied. It's a bit noisy but
that's good. I  tell Rob, "I'm sitting with Hayden to try and find out secrets
about you and  Danny." He smiles, "Go ahead, good luck except we don't have
any secrets."  I feel so much better now that Rob openly admits, not in so
many  words, but acknowledges that I know he and Danny are side-sex-buddies.
It's  better this way. Why pretend? Sitting next to Hayden gets him all
squirmy and, looking at me he conspiratorially whispers, "Wow, you pulled it
off. I could never get away with doing something like that." I go, "Once again
 I'll assume you're pulling my chain because the possibility of you being
serious  is disturbing." He laughs, "You say things in a funny way." I
mutter, "Even when  I'm not trying to apparently."

Danny,  who's next to Hayden with Robby on his other side, says, "It's your
round,  Hayden. I got the last one." One of the bartenders is dumping
cardboard  coasters in front of each of us, saying, "I gotta ask you boys for
ID." Danny  says, "Me and him," pointing at Hayden with his thumb, "we were
just in here a couple of hours ago and you personally carded us then."  The
bartender, a plump guy with a red face and a big nose is looking  at Rob's
license. Offhandedly he tells Danny, "A lot of people  were in here a couple of
hours ago, son." I have my driver's license out  and he checks it as Danny
and Hayden pull their wallets out with Danny's  doing a noisy exasperated
exhale in the process. The bartender appears  unaffected by it.

Hayden  puts a twenty-dollar bill on  the bar and, to keep it simple, we
all order drafts of Miller Lite. I look  at Hayden and go, "Clear something up
for me. You said something about having a  bigger dick than Rob's. How do
you know that?" He drinks three big swallows of  beer and wipes his mouth
before putting his hand on my wrist, saying, "I said my  dick was longer, not
bigger. Robert has a fat cock." I go, "Okay, how do you  know that?" He
smiles, "Dear boy, how do you think I know that?" I go,  "Okay, you saw it, but
when? Did you see it while he was taking a piss, or some  other way?" He
says, "Yeah, I saw it while he was pissing, and at his house when  we'd go over
for a swim and change in the pool house and other ways too.  Why do you want
to know?" See that right there... he tells me things,  but not really.
Nothing definitive. It's all gobbledygook in  the end.

Danny  leans towards us, asking, "Why the fuck are you two talking about
Rob's dick?"  Hayden says, "Because it's worth talking about, nosey." Danny
chuckles and  pats the back of Hayden's head and then tells Rob what Hayden
said about  his dick. Robby leans in front of Danny to say, "Thanks for
noticing, Hayden. At least somebody appreciates quality." Hayden says,  "It's the
quantity that amazes." Fuck, it's hard to believe these three are  so
friggin' familiar with each other and yet I never knew Hayden  existed. Lowering
my voice, I ask Hayden again, "C'mon, how come I've never  met you before
this? I mean you three guys are thick as thieves?" He pats  my shoulder, and
yeah, he's a very touchy-feely guy, as he says,  "Ask Rob. I already told you
that it's not my place to say."

Okay,  to change the subject, because I'm obviously not finding out what I
want to  know from him, I say something frivolous, "Hey, what's with all the
 curly hair, Hayden?" He opens his eyes wide, saying, "Oh yeah! I wanted to
tell  you that you are gonna get me fucked-up, hair-wise." I'm frowning
again, "What  the fuck does that mean?" He rubs his hand up the back of my
head, saying, "This  is what I mean. Robert does your haircuts short like this,"
and he rubs the top  of my head now as I'm moving my head away from him,
asking, "What's that  got to do with you?" He lowers his voice, although it's
loud in here  again so there's no need to whisper. There was a big lull in
the volume of  conversation when Danny overheard us talking about Rob's dick.
Hayden goes,  "Your man tells Daniel how much fun it is giving you haircuts
so now my man  is talking about him doing the same for me." He points at me
grinning, "That's  causing me problems, honey." I shrug, "Too bad for you.
Best thing that could  happen is you get rid of the middle-aged lady's
hairdo." Hayden laughs  repeating, "Middle-aged lady's hairdo. You're so funny,
Dylan."

Either  Danny or Rob bought another round because the bartender is setting
new glasses  of beer in front of Hayden and me. I gulp down the remainder of
my first beer  and say, "First of all it's not Rob who dictates how long or
short my hair  is, it's moi." He goes, "What's 'moi' mean?" I go, "It's me,
myself, I'm the one  who decides." He laughs again, but not hard enough to
get the hiccups this  time, then says, "You are so cutely naive,
sweetheart." Shaking my head,  I'm like, "And why would you say that?" He takes three
large swallows of beer  again, consuming half the twelve-ounce glass of beer,
then burps, chuckles  at his burp, and says, "Tell me, didn't you have very
long hair some months  back?" How does he know this shit?

Stalling  to think, I drink some beer and then says, "Yeah I did, for the
first time in my  life, so what?" He shrugs, "Daniel said you were arguing
with Robert  about cutting it too short with thinning shears. The way Daniel
described it reminded me a reality show on TV. That's the answer to your,
'so what?'." Shaking my head again, I say, "It was mostly mutual, or at worst
a  compromise. And why am I justifying anything to you anyhow?" He pats my
back,  "You're angry again. It's nothing to be ashamed about. You have
beautiful hair  by the way. Holy shit, it's almost identical to Robert's hair now
that I  see you both together." I calmly say, "All I'm saying is this: if I
wanted  a longer hair style, I'd have one." He nods, "Okay, if you think
that, then  good for you." I yell, "I don't think it, I know it!" Danny and
Rob both  look over at us and I go, "It's nothing," and Danny chuckles,
saying, "If  you two can't get along we'll have to separate you." I make a face
like,  'Yeah, like that's something that'll happen'.

Calming  myself down I'm giving-up trying to learn anything from Hayden.
Actually  I've already got a couple of things to have a heart to heart  talk
with Robby about. We'll see where that discussion takes us. Hayden's silent
too so I hope me yelling at him didn't scare him. He's an okay,  albeit
strange little dude. I bump his arm with the back of my  hand, saying, "Does
Danny know you wear dresses with your girl friends?"  His perfectly shaped
eyebrows go up as he covers my mouth with his fingers,  going, "Shhhhh." Talking
his hand away he goes, "That's just between us girls,  Dylan. Gossipy girl
talk." I lean my head near his, saying between clenched  teeth, "I'm...
not... one... of... your... girls!" I didn't yell that, just said  it
emphatically. He nods, "I know that! It's just a future of  speech, honey. The thing
is Daniel would have a shit fit if he knew I  wore a dress. He's a very
straight gay boy, like Robert and apparently you  too. You're all missing some
fun by letting your gender-issues get in the  way." I've got nothing more to
say to that nonsense.

We  drink some beer and then Hayden taps my hand and  grins while asking,
"Does Robert still like being tied up during sex?"  I'm like, "What? Tying
who up?" He goes, "It's just that I hear Daniel and  Robert used to have
this..." and Rob says, "Let's shoot some darts guys." I'm  like, "Darts? Um,
Hayden what about...?" and Danny there, saying to  Hayden, "Let's go, babe. You
and me are partners." Danny calls Hayden  'babe'? That's what Rob calls me
all the time. Following the three of them,  I'm carrying my half-finished
beer. my head spinning a little  bit.

This  bar doesn't have a pool table but Danny gets us to go around to the
side where  there are three professional-looking dart boards on the wall
about ten feet  apart. The dart board on this end isn't being used. Good, a
relief  from being frustrated talking with Hayden. We play darks and drink beers
for a  while. It's Rob and me against Danny and Hayden with the losers
buying the next  round. We do that until almost one o'clock when we call it a
night. Outside we're all doing half drunken one-arm hugs with pats on the
back  and quick kisses and I discover that Hayden smells good too.

Opening  the driver's door of his car, Danny says to Rob, "Well Dylan and
Hayden finally met." I see an opening, and ask, "Why haven't we met before?"
 Danny shrugs, "I don't know. We all sort of have a lot in common though."
He's got his arm around Hayden with Hayden beaming goofily. Robby  looks at
me and then Hayden, saying, "Well you've met now, and you got  along okay
with minimum screaming so maybe we can double date  sometime." His heart
wasn't in that as he adds, "I mean, if you all  want to." We all say some
version of, 'Yeah, sure', pretty much all at  once. Then we get in separate cars
and drive away.

Robby's  driving of course. He says, "That was okay, wasn't it, babe?" I
go, "Yeah, Rob.  And we should do stuff with them." He's like, "Really? You
sure?" I look at him,  "Um, yeah, why not?" He shrugs, "Okay, if you really
want to, but that fucking  Hayden, um... didn't he get on your nerves?
Obviously I'm fond of Danny, and you  like him too, right?" I nod, "Yeah, I like
Danny," and Rob adds, "But Hayden!  Frankly I thought you'd hate him." Huh,
this puts a whole different  light on things. Maybe I haven't met Hayden
before because Rob doesn't like  him and apparently thought I'd hate him too.
Yeah but they have a  long history together that goes back six-fucking-years.
They must have done  lots of things together in the past. Oh man, I don't
know what to  think. I'm too messed-up to think any more about it tonight
though. Anyway, I want to have some awesome sex with Rob so I'm not screwing
that up by making a stink about some of the things Hayden said. I'll get Rob's
 side of things eventually, but not tonight.

Robby  murmurs, "Can I stay the night with you, Dylan?" I say, "Of course!
I was  hoping you'd want to but I'm actually a little surprised you  aren't
going in the office tomorrow." He glances over at me, "Not this Saturday
but I suppose I'll need to do that occasionally. Anyway, I told Mom I might
not be home tonight." I go, "Awesome," and he asks, "Um, how about your Mom?"
I  go, "I assume she'll be coming home tonight, I haven't heard to  the
contrary anyhow.  She'll be late like usual and sleep late tomorrow morning."
Rob asks,  "Are you sure she won't mind me staying over?" I say, "Yes, I'm
sure  she won't mind! Jeez, Rob, she knows what's up with us. My Mom thinks
you're awesome. She loves you." As we drive onto my street, Rob mumbles,
"I'd be happy to settle for... she likes me." I go, "Yeah, that  too."

He  parks on the street below the condos because Mom parks the station
wagon in the  garage. Turning off the engine Rob reaches behind the seat and
comes up with a  small overnight bag. Grinning at me, he says, "I'm mister
optimistic.  I was pretty sure you'd let me stay with you tonight so I packed a
few things."  I go, "Oh! So, you figured the odds that I'd say 'yes' were
better  than fifty/fifty, huh?" He cups behind my head pulling it over and,
with  me stretching my seatbelt, we kiss on the lips and then Rob looks me  in
the eyes murmuring, "More like a hundred/hundred you'd say  yes."

I  really don't want to believe any of the odd stuff Hayden alluded to
about Rob and Danny. There's some things though that I can't explain away  like
the fact he used the term 'in-charge'; a concept I  repeatedly urged Rob to
do more of until I changed my mind recently. Rob  had to have discussed
this with Danny who passed it on to Hayden. And then  Hayden mentioned specific
details about haircuts including the one  when I had longish hair for a few
months... and he used the term  thinning shears. The 'in-charge' reference
could have been from  almost any time in our relationship, but not the
references to my long hair.  That had to be recent which would seem to indicate
the flow of information  from Rob to Danny to Hayden is ongoing. Other odd
things too, like  maybe Rob getting tied up during sex and, oh fuck... I'm
already  forgetting some of the other things Hayden talked about. For now
though, tonight  specifically, I'm kinda into Rob and intend enjoying sex with
him. Everything  else can wait.

I take  his overnight bag from him, "I'll carry this for you, boyfriend."
Rob smiles and  puts his arm around my waist hugging me against his side as
we walk up the steps  to the condo. This has been one helluva day for me, and
I mean starting with  breakfast this morning, compliments of Robby. Oh, and
of course my  late-lunch/early-dinner with Chubby and then the movie plus
meeting Hayden  after all these years and now Rob sleeping with me tonight in
my  little twin bed. I've got half a stiffy in my pants just thinking about
that. No  matter what turns out to be true or bull-shit from what Hayden
said, the fact is  I'm too far into loving Rob for it to matter much.

Inside  the front door there's no lights on so condo is black as night. I
mumble, "Mom  and I need to replace the bulb for the night-light." Rob's arm
slides up my back  and around the back of my neck. He pulls my face against
his and we kiss with  our lips only and then slide the side of our faces
together and hug  tightly. His body is very special to me and very familiar.
For me it's like  coming home when we hug. I murmur, "I love you, Robby." He
moves his head  and gives me a ten-second wet kiss on the side of my
forehead. Getting  tighter against him pushes Rob back against the front door. He
murmurs, "I'm  always thinking there's no way I could love you more, Dylan,
and then I find  I do love you more with each new day." I rub the side of my
face  against his, murmuring, "Don't ever stop." His hands squeeze my  butt
cheeks while pulling my crotch tightly against his. He quietly says, "And
thanks for putting-up with that odd boy, Hayden, tonight." I'm basically lying
 against him, saying, "Aw, Hayden's not so bad." Rob's fingers rub up my
back and  then up the back of my head in my short bristly hair as he quietly
mumbles, "So  you mentioned. For some strange reason, Danny's loved that
little twerp for as long as I can remember."

I don't  want to talk about those two now so I don't respond to that.
Instead I rub  my fingers in Rob's hair and grin in the dark, saying, "I still
like my  haircut." We both snicker at that obvious change of subject. I reach
to the  left of Rob shoulder feeling for the light switch. Finding it, I
turn on  the overhead light and we let go of each other. Blinking, as our eyes
adjust to  the light, I nod my head in the direction of my bedroom. Picking
up Rob's  satchel from where I dropped it when we hugged, we slowly walk
down  the hall with Rob's arm around the back of my waist again. I say, "I'm
the  'top', tonight," and he says, "We'll arm wrestle to see who's topping
who."

Stopping  just outside my bedroom door I turn to face him and shock myself
by  asking, "Do I 'top' as good as Danny?" Without missing a beat, Rob goes,
 "As far as I'm concerned, you're much, much better, Dylan. There's no
fucking comparison actually. I swear to God, baby, casual recreational
side-sex with anyone but you is merely a couple of minutes feeling  good and then a
half-ass orgasm and then... nothing. But sex with you is  something I think
about all the time. Then we do it together and I think  about that all the
time until the next time. The thrilling expectation  of sex with you is
always with me and then it happens and my world shines.  Please believe me I've
never said any words to you that are more truthful  than the ones I just
said. It would break my heart if you didn't believe me." Oh  fuck! I never
expected such a heartfelt response. A tear rolls down my cheek.  That was so
beautiful and sincere I get emotional, mumbling, "Thank you for  telling me
that," He quietly says, "I thought you already knew it, Dylan." I  nod, "Yeah,
I did, um, but it was good hearing it from you again." We hug and  sway side
to side a little. Then to get past this awkward moment, I ask, "Shall  we
have one last beer tonight, Rob?" He says, "If you'd like one, but I'd rather
 make love."

I  shrug, "I didn't really want another beer either." Rob's arm drops from
my waist  as we go into the bedroom. I flick the light switch and the lamp
on the  bed-side table turns on. Continuing into the bathroom I hit that
light switch  too and we take a piss side by side. Rob asks, "What nonsense was
Hayden feeding you tonight?" I'm like, "Ah, let's not talk about him now.
Tomorrow I'll tell you whatever I can remember. I kind of liked him  okay
though." Rob goes, "Man, that surprises the hell out of me! Jesus, I  didn't
think you'd like his girlie affectations and goofy laugh at all." Having  had
success with my dangerous question of 'who fucks better, me or Danny?' I
try  this: "Um, have you ever thought of being tied-up during sex?" He laughs,
"Oh  shit. Yeah, when I was a kid I thought it was uber hot." I go, "But
not since  you were a kid?" He shakes his head 'no' at the same time he's
shaking the head  of his fat dick getting that last drops of piss off. He goes,
"No, not since my  hot stupid youthful teen years. Why... do you want to tie
me up?" I go, "Maybe  some other time, but not tonight." He chuckles as we
both put our dicks  away for the moment. We'll be getting them out again
real soon.

We wash  up side by side at the sink and then brush our teeth. This time
Rob has his  own electric toothbrush but he forgot to bring toothpaste and
uses  mine. In the bedroom with only the weak forty-watt bedside lamp
illuminating the room we get naked and fall into each other's arms.  Hugging,
kissing and grinding our bodies together causes quiet moans of desire  from us
both. Those sounds of arousal just happen on their own. We have  almost
identical bodies, size-wise, with Rob's being more athletic and muscular.  Not that
mine is the least bit wimpy. In fact, it's pretty hot even if I  do say so
myself. Our hands rub over each other's hot  bodies grabbing ass cheeks as
our mouths suck together and our lips kiss and our  tongues lick until saliva
is smeared around both our mouths and chins and we're  inhaling each other
exhales getting too much carbon dioxide in our systems and  feeling a little
dizzy. Gasping-in lungfuls of  oxygen we just hug for a minute breathing
deeply over each  other's shoulder;  our hearts pounding against each other's
chest.

He  smells so sexy and feels so sexy my cock is hard as a broom handle and
throbbing. It's tightly up against my stomach and dripping  clear pre-cum.
I take a deep breath and then surprise Rob by flipping him  around and then
kneeing his ass getting him to fall forward onto the bed  with me on his
back. He goes, "Oooh!" We're both perspiring a little  because Mom likes it
warm and has the thermostat at seventy-four  degrees when it's not even cold
outside. Rob chuckles, "I would have  fallen on the bed if you asked me to,
babe." I squirm on top of him as his knees  hit the floor and his stomach goes
gets flat on the bed. I've got his  arms pinned out on the mattress as I
rustle around until I'm sitting on his ass  with a leg on either side of him.
I go, "I'm giving you a hard,  rough fucking  as a tutorial of how I want
you to fuck me next time." He nods his head, "Should  I take notes?" Lying on
his back now, still pinning his arm out, I hump my wet  cock head against
his buttocks searching for his asshole. My boner is lengthwise  in his ass
crack but I can't get the head inside because it's flat against me.  Rob says,
"Mercy, I call for mercy lubricant?" I go, "Okay, but don't you dare  move,"
and I lean over to the night stand and take the lube from the drawer,  then
sit on his lower back.

Rob  says, "My ass is wet. Did you pee on me?" I go, "No, but I might do
that later. The wetness is from my awesome pre-cum straight from  my balls."
Rob chuckles and says, "It doesn't come from your balls, babe,  although you
have an excellent set of balls. Pre-cum comes from the Cowper's  glands in
your dick." I move my leg over Rob's ass and get turned around sitting  on
the small of his back facing away from his head pushing lubricant up his
ass. I'm like, "How in the hell did you know that?" He says, "I used this
thing called Google to satisfy my curiosity about pre-cum. Google, as you  know,
is the word for a very large number. Anyway, my query about pre-cum was
one of the 40,000 queries per second that Google processes." My finger is up
to  the second joint inside his rectum rubbing his prostate gland. I say,
"Are you  shitting me? 40,000 questions a second?" He starts squirming, "Yes,
ooh, um, ya  gotta stop rubbing that! Oh, uummmmm, I'm gonna cum, Dylan!"
Snickering, I  pull my finger our and then lift my leg over him again facing
forward. Sliding up his back, I mumble, "Ain't this some hot sexy fun,  Rob?"
Sitting just behind his neck now, I lean my head way down to look  into his
eyes, and ask, "Would you be so kind as to suck my cock for me?  It's
already hard and drooling a substance from my dick's Cow-whatever-you-said
gland." He laughs and goes, "Well get the fuck off me so I can flip over on  my
back."

I get  off his back and when he flops over I sit on his chest with my
crotch  almost touching his chin. Reaching behind me I stroke his semi-hard cock
until  Rob's scrunching up his face and his cock's so hard it's sticking
straight up.  Letting go of Rob's boner I pull my boner away from my stomach
and push the  wet head between his lips. Robby lifts his head and sucks on two
inches of my  boner until I go up on my knees a little so more of my cock
can slide into his  mouth. He does a nice job of sucking and licking my boner
and that gets me  squirming and quietly grunting as sensations sizzle off
my cock. Both my hands  are on his forehead, my fingers in his hair as my
hips hump gently sliding my  boner on his tongue until I feel I might cum. When
I sit back my cock  pulls from his mouth and his pink tongue flicks across
his lips and  then he says, "I can't take your boner in my throat in this
position,  baby." I nod, "I know, but I almost cam anyway" and then I take a
deep  breath, before saying, "I've gotta feel my cock inside you  right now!"

I get  off him again, saying, "Slide up on the bed, Robby, but stay on your
back. I  want to look at your face while I'm fucking you. You're very good
looking, you  know." He murmurs, "Thank you," as he uses his heels to push
himself to the  middle of the small bed lengthwise. I rustle around getting
between  his legs. Robby pulls my pillow from under the bedspread and adjust
it  under his head so his head is up a little and he's looking at me. He
murmurs,  "You've got the best looking boner,  Dylan." I go, "I know," and lift
his right leg out to the side by the ankle  and then shimmy in closer to
his ass with my knees spread. With his  left leg held up by me and his other
leg leaning to the side some we're  smirking at each other and then I ask,
"Ready?" Using my free hand, I  guide my hard cock to his asshole and then
hump it in. Immediately my  head goes back as I do a quiet moan at how good it
feels. Even after all  the goofing around we did I'm still extremely
aroused. Robby telling  me I'm the best top ever and, in doing so, admitting he's
felt a lot of 'top's'  cocks up his ass is strangely sexy to think about.

Still  holding his leg up by the ankle, my hips move forward pushing my
cock another  three inches up his ass and I watch Robby's face scrunch up again
as a  quiet groan, "Ow," slips out from his mouth. His eyes are closed, his
lips  tightly closed so I assume he's waiting for the pain of entry to
fade. I wait until I see his face relax before humping hard, thrusting  the
rest of my boner inside him. I'm tight against his ass fully impaling  him. My
cock's feeling delirious pleasure sensations being squeezed tightly  by
Rob's rectum from head to root. Now I close my eyes for a second and moan,
"Ummmm, oooh, feels soooo good," as I hump against his ass a few times,  each
hump moving my boner a tiny bit in his ass. Rob groans at each hump,  "Ooooh,
oooh, ooooh." After another ten seconds wait my hips start moving at a
steady speed and I watch my boner disappear up his ass and  then reappear a
half-second later and then disappearing again. Still  holding Rob's leg up and
to the side I watch my boner doing it's disappearing  and reappearing act
over and over with huge waves of pleasure soaring off  my hard and sensitive
penis. Ooooh  the fucking pleasure is overwhelming and I pick up the speed of
thrusting  without consciously thinking to do so.

Rob's  squirming on the bed doing heavy breathing with his eyes still
closed. I force  mine open to watch him experience the sexual pleasure of being
fucked up the  ass. This isn't the rough hard sex I promised him because I
want the  pleasure to last longer than it does for a fast hard fucking.
Sexual pleasure pours off my hard cock in amounts that overload the  pleasure
center in my brain but I can't stop. I keep the faster thrusting  as steady as
I can. My grip on his ankle moves his leg slightly as my  body moves along
with my hips movements. Rob's squirming on the bedspread,  his hands down
against my buttocks as if he's pulling and pushing my cock in and  out of his
rectum; his hands though are merely along for the  ride.

It's a  nice long ride too and then my organs indicate a reluctance  to
hold off much longer as the urge to climax begins growing in strength,
building and building until I whimper at its insistence  to have its way  with me.
Orgasms move at their own chosen speed; sometime they roar up on me and
almost catch me by surprise and then there are times like this where they
accommodate me and hover on the verge of exploding for one or two delicious
minutes keeping me in a state of incredible arousal and anticipation of  an
impending climax that'll be off the  fucking charts.

Robby's  body gets stiff now as his orgasm has taken control of his mind
and body.  Nothing stops a climax and Rob's like, "Ah, ahh, ahhhh, Dylan,
aaahhhhh!"  with him humping and cum flying from the open piss slit of his fat
cock  head. Creamy milk-colored cum shoots straight up in the air but when he
 humped his hips forward it caused the flying string of cum to curve
towards me and as it's coming down I watch it splats at the top of my  boner and
get driven inside Rob's ass as my hips move forward. Another shot of  cum
from Rob as I go, "Eeeetiiii," and hump hard against his buttock shooting a
screaming line of cum into his bowels. His second load of cum hit my
shoulder. I  hump against him again and shoot more cum up his ass with my eyes now
tightly  closed and fireworks going off in my groin. Incredible sensations
making me  shake and shudder for a few seconds and then everything... s l o w
s....d o w  n... until I sigh at the memory of pure pleasure and then feel
very  weak for a few seconds. Opening my eyes, I see Robby looking at me and
smiling slightly. I nod at him and smile back. Rob murmurs, "That was
awesome,  Dylan."

Pulling  my cock from his ass, almost in a daze, I lie next to Rob and give
his ruby  red sexy lips a kiss and then snuggle tightly against him so I
can share  the pillow. Comfortable and sexually satisfied as I am right now
produces an  unexpected contented sigh from me. After savoring our sex for a
couple of  minutes and letting my fast beating hearts simmer down, I  breathe
deeply and  then quietly ask, "So there's no deep dark secret why I haven't
met this  Hayden guy. No special reason except you don't especially care
for him  yourself and thought I wouldn't either?" Rob traces his finger down
my  nose, "No Dylan, what other reason could there be?" I go, "I don't know
but  you've known him for so long, I thought...." He puts his finger on my
lips  going, "Shhhh, baby, we can talk about it later if you want but I've
only seen Hayden like maybe twice in the last two years." I shrug,  "You
almost never see him? I mean after all the years..." and the  finger goes to my
lips again, , "No, when I see Danny why the hell would either of  us want
Hayden hanging around?" I nod, "Yeah, that makes sense, I  guess."
Robby  goes on his side and hugs me with one arm. "Dylan, I've no secrets
from you. None that are relevant now anyway. You're who I care about a
hundred more times than anyone else, including Danny, or anyone else I may have
spent five minutes with. Okay?" I nod and then make an embarrassing gulping
 sound while swallowing. Fuck! I don't really care anyway.  Being with Rob
naked in bed like this is what I care about. I move up a little  to get even
with Rob's head and in the process, smear some cum that drooled  out of
Robby's ass on my leg. I go, "We'll need to wash this bedspread in the
morning." He chuckles quietly and then says, "We should take a shower  ourselves,
but I'm too fucking tired. How about you?" I say, "Let's  get under the
covers," and that's what we do.
Before  falling asleep my last thought is, 'Holy shit, what an incredible
first day  of summer break!'

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

donnymumford@outlook.com

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