Date: Mon, 1 Sep 2014 00:47:07 -0400 From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 100 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 100 by Donny Mumford What a miserable way to end my summer vacation with the so-called common cold. That damn Ray probably gave me his cold although I'd hate to think he did it on purpose. He said he was sneezing because of allergies and I chose to believe him. It's like this... Ray didn't have a sore throat and I have one, so why wouldn't he have a sore throat if it's his cold I caught? Maybe I caught the cold from someone else, but to hell with it now because what difference does it really make? The only good part about catching this cold is I'm loving the attention and care everyone's been showing me. It really makes me feel good in that regard. It's awesome to be loved and I don't care how corny that sounds because it's true. I read somewhere that each year in America there are one billion cases of the common cold so obviously there are many people catching a cold more then once a year. I'm one of the one billion now I guess, which doesn't make me all that unique in that regard. On the other hand, I'll betcha none of the other one billion cases has a better support system than I'm experiencing. Not too many people have a mom, brother, and boyfriend as wonderful as mine. That part makes me feel unique and very fortunate. This is the second day of my ordeal and Chubby has already gotten me juice, tea, and Tylenol this morning, then mom fixed me a chicken soup lunch, and Robby's coming to see me after work. The guys at work text me funny stuff and say they miss me, and while that's nice I'm bored beyond words. It's hard to believe it's only Wednesday because yesterday and today dragged by minute by minute until it seems like a week of boredom rather then a day and a half. Oh man, I hope Robby lets me go to work tomor row. Just laying here in bed as the hours are slowly dragging by is agonizing. With nothing else to do I spend some time trying to determining if I feel better or not, but it's hard to tell. I don't know if my sore throat is less sore than it was yesterday or the same. It's still sore, I know that much. Chubby took my temperature this morning and it was almost normal so that's encouraging. I'm also trying to decide if I need to reschedule Manny's and Bean's haircuts again. Also I need to either break off my date with Sonny tomorrow night, or maybe go on one more date with him before leaving for college? I really want to have one last taste of that little hot shit's dominance. God, he gets me hot. The only trouble is I'm suppose to be turning down side sex and so far I haven't been able to do any of that. Of course, when considering my weakened condition it's understandable I haven't been successful yet. I mean, it's a challenge turning down side-sex when I'm healthy, never mind when I'm sick. Woe is me. Ya know what, I'll probably see Sonny one more time and then make a fresh start turning down side-sex at college. Yeah, that's a logical conclusion that makes the most sense and I'm sure any clear-headed individual would agree. Robby told me he missed a business meeting last night while taking care of me and I know that was a sacrifice for him because he never misses a meeting. There's a meeting tonight too and for his sake I want him to go. I'd love to see him, but I feel guilty that he's missing his dad's meetings. Ya gotta wonder what all those meetings are about anyway? Hmmm, I'm also extremely horny on top of everything else. My last sex, not counting Robby jerking me off last night after my bath, was way back to Monday morning. Seth was awesome then, and thinking about him fucking me gets me pulling on my dick a little. Yeah, I'm horny alright. Tomorrow morning it'll be three days without getting laid. That can't be healthy. My dick could start atrophying or something. Robby said he'd be over after work, but I'm not expecting him to relieve my horniness. I'd love it if he did, but he wouldn't have sex with me yesterday and I'm assuming he won't tonight either. I guess he's worried about catching my cold. Plus, like I mentioned, I want him to go to that meeting because I know he wants to be there. He's extremely responsible. Maybe Seth can come over. No, he said Monday night was his only free night this week. Jesus, the stuff I need to deal with. Sonny's suppose to be coming over tomorrow night and now I'm definitely leaning towards going on that date with him. Running my fingers through my hair it's obvious I don't have enough hair for him to give me a haircut like he wants to. He'll just have to skip that part. I need a real dominant sex night before college and Sonny's the one who can pull that off. Hope I'm feeling better by tomorrow night, that's a concern. Wait a minute... I'll let Bean's come over for his rescheduled haircut tonight. He'll probably want a blow job like last time and that'll carry me over until my date with Sonny. Oh yeah, and Bean said something about sticking it up my rear end too, and with a condom no less. Hmmm, I believe that's what he texted me anyway. Let me check. I scroll back on my iPhone and reread his text. Yeah, I was right. Well I guess that's the most I can hope for because Manny's sure as shit isn't going to fuck me. Checking my wristwatch I see that Robby should still be on his lunch break so I text him. In the text I lie that I'm feeling much better and say I think he should go to his meeting, Chubby can get me dinner. Robby texts me right back saying his meeting isn't until seven o'clock so he can still check-up on how I'm doing right after work, and also get my dinner. Ah, that's sweet! I'd like to see him, of course. Maybe he'll be as horny as me. Unable to sleep anymore, I lay here in bed thinking about sexy stuff, but I'm desperate for something constructive to do that will help pass the time. Finally I decide to text Ryan and see what he has to say for himself. My text: 'Hey, Ryan, what's up? Will you be at Merrimack this weekend? I think Robby and I are going up there on Sunday to check out our apartment. I look forward to seeing you. Dylan' I'm thinking, being honest with myself, I still have a little bit of the hot's for him so maybe he has some heat left for me too. Staring at my cell phone, willing Ryan to text me back, but nothing. Still bored, I text Cory, 'Hi Cory! I'll be back at college next week. Looking forward to seeing you. Hope all is well. Dylan' He doesn't text back either. Texting isn't working out too good for me so I try giving Willie a cell phone call. He answers on the second ring, saying, "Dylan, missing me, are you?" I say, "Sure, Willie, how's it going at Cornell?" He goes, "Good, I'm totally registered and just need to get two more books and then I think I'm ready to go. My roommate, Teddy, is awesome! I've got a crush on him already." Teddy bear, huh? Fuck, hearing Willie say that makes me a little jealous. I go, "Um, did you forget about me already?" Willie goes, "Of course not, but ya got a little competition now. Ted is hot! You might need to concern yourself about him. My first weekend at home won't be until the first weekend in October and I'm expecting you to spend that whole weekend with me at my house. You'll get all my attention then, baby, all nine inches of it. My goal that weekend is to have you walking bowlegged with your ass sticking out like last time. How's that sound?" Damn, my dick's getting hard. I go, "Oh, um, it's sounds sexy to be honest with you." He says, "Well, promise me you'll spend the whole weekend with me and I promise you I'll be home that weekend for you. Do you promise?" My pecker is now a throbbing wooden dowel. I gulp, and say, "Um, I'm not sure if I'll have off that weekend." He says, "Yeah? I think you'll arrange it so you do. We hit it off and reconnected last week and you were into me quite a bit. Be honest, no one fuck's you as good as me. I don't expect you to admit that to me, but you know in your heart it's true. You calling me like this doesn't surprise me is what I'm saying. You called me last time too, but I'm not gloating, I'm really not. I've changed and you like the changes so we'll be together that weekend and I'll fuck you until you've had enough sex for once. Okay?" I never cease to be amazed at how much confidence Willie has, especially coming back from the condition I found him in on the boardwalk a month ago. Great recuperative powers in that kid and he showed that ability in Key West too. And he's right, he has changed. In a good way and without losing all his arrogance and still maintaining a hot form of dominance. I like to think I helped him see the light in both cases. He says, "Tell me you'll be with me that weekend. I need to know now, Dylan, so I can set us up for a good couple of days." Groping myself, I mutter, "Okay, I promise." He says, "That's my boy. You won't be disappointed, baby." Then he tells me more about his roommate and how Ted fucked him the very first night in their dorm room. "He's a dominant bastard, let me tell ya. It took him only a half hour to have me eating out of his hand, literally. He'd put an M & M in his hand and have me, on my hands and knees, lick it off and eat it, and I don't even like M & Ms. I ate a whole bag like that. Will you do that for me? Eat M & Ms off my hand?" I'm massaging my cock yearning for a little dominant sex. I mutter, "If you want me to, Willie. You know I think you're hot." He says, "Yeah, I know you do. I'll do stuff with you that Ted makes me do. For example, I rimmed him for forty-five minutes straight this morning and I had two orgasms while doing it too. You'll be doing that for me and then you'll see for yourself. It's ultimate submission and right up your alley." I go, "I don't know," and he says, "Sure you do. I gotta go, Dylan. Call be any time, babe. I'm always gonna be here for you, you know that. Bye, for now. Love ya!" I end the call wondering, 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' He got me a little hot and bothered, that's all. Eat M & Ms out of his hand? What the fuck? I probably won't even see him when he's home, promise or no promise. I mean, I'll call him and explain why I can't make it, not just break a promise without an explanation. That'd be rude. When Cory texts back, 'Can't wait to see you, Dylan. My hair's grown back after that haircut you gave me on your way back from New York City so I need a haircut and maybe we can do the other thing too. I've been kinda thinking about it.' After reading his text I call him and go, "Oh sure, Cory, I'd like to give you a haircut and, um, the other thing. Don't forget the party at Rob's house the Saturday after next too. Do you need a ride?" He says, "I can probably get my mom's car for the night. She's going out with a guy who always drives." I'm like, "Well, I'll be living around the corner from you, so to speak, so I can give you a ride if you need one." I'm actually thinking that getting fucked in a car by shy Cory would be so friggin' hot. Robby will be at his house helping prepare for the party so, ya know. Hmm, yeah, but Chubby will need a ride too. Oh fuck, details! I say, "Talk to you next week, Cory. I'll call you when I'm settled in." He doesn't want to end the call so he talks about working at Stop & Shop and then I tell him I've already gotten confirmation through the mail that I've been hired for part time work starting in October. Cory filled out my application for me, I didn't need to do anything. Finally we do say goodbye and it seems like he definitely wants to fuck me again. That's the only thing I can think he meant when he texted, 'a haircut and the other stuff too.' Huh! Oops, here come another text signal. Bean's texting me asking how I'm doing with my cold and I text back telling him I'm fine as far as giving him a haircut tonight. Also I tell him he should come over at six-thirty, but no earlier. Last text from him reads, 'And I'm going to stick my weenie up your rear end too, so don't fret. I keep my promises'. Hmmm, somehow I don't think this is what Robby had in mind when he asked me to start working on cutting down side-sex. I'm like soliciting for it more than cutting it out. I don't mean too, but ya know I'm bored and horny. Damn! I drink one of the Snapple drinks Robby brought over last night and then check my email and surf the net for awhile until I feel tired. Back in bed I'm wondering how I can get Robby to screw me when he comes over tonight, I'd really like that and I'm pretty sure that's the boost I need to get over this nasty cold. Then Ryan finally texts me back. It's short and not so sweet, 'Dylan, I'm sorry but I've lost interest in being a dominant sex partner for you. I've been submissive all summer to a really hot guy and I wanna continue that with Rob. I got a boner just typing Rob's name. Ryan.' Well fuck you, Ryan! I don't text back to that bullshit and I don't text him about anything else either. Yeah, but him turning down my olive branch cold like that, well, that has me desiring him more. He was so hot, we were so hot together. How can he just turn that off and forget about it? He's going to be sucking up to Robby like crazy, but I'll bet he can't resist the temptation of getting dominant with me again. No one can just turn it on and off like snapping your fingers. That little four-eyed nerd has a surprise in store for him. I'll suck up to him a little and he'll melt like soft serve ice cream on the beach in Wildwood. That cute little guy with the big cock can let all his experience from him being submissive to some dominant dink loose on me... it gets me squirming in my bed just thinking about it. Oh fuck, if he wants to go back to using the ping pong paddle on my ass again I'll go along with him on that. It'll be worth it just for the sexy way he makes-up to me afterwards. Jesus, I regress way back to age ten or something when he spanks me hard and then cuddles with me, me sitting on his little lap as Ryan's wiping my tears and getting me to blow my nose in his handkerchief. That's a dreamy submissive state like I don't think anyone but Ryan can create in me. Maybe he's doing this rejection on purpose to make me humble myself to him. It'd be in character with him being the dominant sex partner to my submissive one. Wonder if I should text him that I understand what he's doing? Nah, I'll act it out with him in person instead. That'll be more effective. God, that sounds sexy as hell! Another little thought occurs to me: I may not be turning guys down for side-sex, but they're turning me down. Wait a minute... I wonder if guys turning me down counts? John and Billy from New York didn't even take the time to text me and now Ryan says he isn't interested, so that should count for something during Robby's Friday meetings. Yeah it should, but somehow I don't think that's actually caught the spirit of what Robby intends for me to work on. Well, that's what I'll be working on in the near future so, ya know, it's all good. The interminable afternoon is finally over with nothing actually being resolved. Chubby comes in first and kisses my forehead while hugging me. I lean into him looking for more hugs, but he's a whirlwind of activity as usual. He has to wash work clothes, get stuff for his lunch tomorrow, take his mom's cell phone to her at the restaurant. She forgot it this afternoon, leaving it charging on the kitchen table. After doing all that Chubby needs to grab something for dinner and then close out his work for the summer with MJ's father. He asks, "What can I get you, Dylan?" I say, "You could stay and talk to me awhile, Chubby. I'm lonely." He says, "I can't, bro, two more days of my part time work and then you and me have a lot of stuff to do getting ready for our college apartment and our sophomore year. I'm feeling frazzled to be honest, and kinda on edge." I mutter, "Yeah, I understand. Okay, I'm pretty sure I'll be at work tomorrow so we can make some plans at lunch." He hugs me, mumbling, "Thanks for understanding, Dylan. I love ya, bro, but I gotta run." He's off, and then a little while later I'm checking my watch seeing it's quarter to six already. Where's Robby? I feel sweaty and hungry. Hey, maybe that's a good sign, the hungry part. Robby finally comes in all smiles, holding up cheese steaks. "I stopped for cheese steaks and the coffee ice cream you like, Dylan. How are you feeling?" I say, "Oh, much better!" although that's more a projection of how I expect I'll feel tomorrow. He says, "I wish I could insist you stay in bed again tomorrow, but we could use you at work, so if you feel you can handle it and you're not still infectious, come to work Thursday and just do as much as you can." He sits on the edge of the mattress hugging me and kissing my head. I ask, "When do you think we can kiss on the lips, Robby, I miss that." He says, "I'll Google that because I don't know. Maybe it'll say how long a person stay contagious with a cold. It's something I need to find out." Sitting at my computer now, looking back at me, Robby mutters, "Don't take this the wrong way, Dylan, it doesn't bother me, but just FYI you have a little body odor going for you. Sweating and laying under the covers all day and night, ya know. I should have put some underarm deodorant on you yesterday after your bath." I stare at him with my mouth hanging open, then go, "What? That's so embarrassing!" He says, "Sorry, nothing about you bothers me, but if someone else drops by, you know?" Oh my God, me and Ray, we can have a BO contest. Robby punches up Google on my computer, saying, "Eat your cheese stake, Dylan! There's a cherry/Coke in that big plastic cup too. After you eat I'll give you another bath, a quick one this time." This is too much, the shit that happens to me I wouldn't wish on a dog. I wonder why I didn't notice my BO? Robby's reading on the computer, then says, "It varies, normally a person with a cold is contagious between the second and forth day, so whichever cold virus you have is apparently still transferable. You're the most contagious right now, although it can change from individual to individual. It says sometimes symptoms don't show up until the fifth day." He turns to look at me biting on his bottom lip. Then he shrugs, "I'm sorry, Dylan, but your summer career is over at this point. I can't take a chance other guys will catch your cold so no more work for you. I'll get one or two of the temporary back-ups in to work tomorrow and Friday. You stay in bed, okay?" I'm staring at him with a frown on my face, so he adds, "Dammit, you know I miss you on the job, but it's not fair to the other guys to expose them to your cold. I'm sorry but that's my final decision." He takes out his cell phone and scrolls down his contact list as I'm fuming. That Goddamn Ray! I know it was him that gave me this cold, I mean Sonny says Ray's sick in bed, so case closed! Ray sticking his tongue in my mouth, he gave it to me alright. Maybe he didn't know he had the cold for real, but that doesn't change the fact I caught it. Now I can't go to work and I'll miss a week's pay, plus boring myself to death here in bed. I'm not going to argue with Robby about it though because he's head of the household, even though we don't actually have a household. Fuck!. As I eat my sub I hear Robby rounding up not two, but three part-time summer guys. These are guys that they used during each crew's vacation week. Resigned to my fate, I'm chowing down on my cheese steak, blowing my nose every now and then, and slurping down the fountain soda... cherry/Coke, yum! I'm also kinda proud Robby feels he needs three of those guys to replace me. After eating, my throat doesn't seem as sore, but I'm getting more mucus then ever, so that's gross. Robby's done with the phone so he sits in my desk chair unwrapping his cheese steak, saying, "I hired three older guys because in the weeks to come they'll be replacing some of us guys who are going off to college. Did you like the sub?" I nod my head, "Yeah, it's delicious, thank you, Robby. You're the best fiancé ever!" He says, "Thanks, and also thanks for not bitching about not being able to come to work this week. I like seeing that you accepted my decision without arguing. Actually I love that! We're doing good... you're doing good. And I guess I won't need to have a meeting with you about turning down side sex this week since you're in bed sick with a cold and all." I say, "No, of course not, but why do I need to stay in bed the whole time?" He swallows a mouthful of his sub, shrugs, "It says bed rest is advised, but not five days for a cold I wouldn't think. Just don't get overly tired, use your head and get enough sleep so you'll be in good shape for the weekend." I nod my head as I finish my sub and then burp. We both chuckle at the burp. I wonder how old we'll be when burps and farts aren't funny anymore? Robby comes over and kisses my forehead, mumbling, "I'm proud of you, Dylan. I'm gonna run the bath water now, I don't have a lot of time before the meeting at seven." Everyone is in a rush, but me. I'm rubbing the greasy spot on my forehead where Robby's lips kissed me, then smell the back of my hand. It's hard smelling through all the glop in my nasal passages. Damn, it hits me that I won't see Seth and the other guys this week, and there's a nice end of summer barbecue Friday after work that I'll miss too. Damn that Ray." As the bath water's running Robby's all business going through my bureau drawer and coming up with my last pair of clean pajamas, saying, "Come in the bathroom now, Dylan." I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom without any dizziness this time. Robby mutters, "Just stand there a second." He test the water, then turns it off. Looking at me he feels my forehead, then puts a thermometer under my tongue and takes my PJ's off. Grinning, he fondles my cock and balls, then nodding at my cock, he says, "I'll do that for you again tomorrow maybe, gotta hurry tonight." His hand on my cock got it a little firm and it's leaning off to the side. Robby puts toothpaste on my toothbrush, pulls me over to the sink with a hold on my forearm, and reads the thermometer. "Good," he mutters and then brushes my teeth as I stand bending over the sink naked. As he brushes he chuckles massaging my ass, then gives it a hard, "Slap!". "Good boy, Dylan, rinse out and get in the tub. We'll do this quick, okay?" He chuckles again with another, "Slap!" on my ass. "Use mouthwash first," and another, "Slap!" with Robby saying, "I know you like me being a little dominant with you, so a little spanking should do it." It seems like everybody knows I like them to be dominant during sexy times, and I didn't mean everybody per se! Oh, forget it. My cock is a semi-boner so the sexy guys have it right, I do like a little, um, handling by guys I have sex with. It's encouraging that when it's just Robby and me some day he'll be able to supply that touch of dominance. Robby's grinning and looking at my semi-boner, then he mumbles, "You're really something, Dylan. I'm so lucky you're mine," and he takes hold of my cock and leads me over to the tub chuckling again, "Get in now, baby," and another, "Slap!" that this time it makes me mutter, "Ow!" as I get in the bathtub as fast as I can. The water stings my already stinging ass, but Robby knows what he's doing by now and I'm in a submissive frame of mind enjoying the dreaminess of being handled. He has no trouble bobbing my head under water for the shampoo and moving my limbs where he wants them while washing docile me. I'm sinking further into submission as he confidently and roughly baths me. No talking, which only adds to the sexy atmosphere. Oh, it's almost like having sex and my cock maintains it semi-boner status right up to the point I'm standing and Robby's washing my ass and privates. A "Slap!" on my wet butt cheek as Robby says, "All done but rinsing, so stay standing." He pulls the stopper of the tub and uses the hose with the shower head to rinse me off. He takes my hand then, muttering, "Step out now, Dylan." I do and he dries me with a clean fluffy towel and now my scalp and skin tingle nicely. When dry I hug Robby, murmuring, "I love you so much, Robby." He hugs back, "I know you do, Dylan, and you know how desperately I love you too, but I gotta run now." Lifting each arm he rubs deodorant on my armpits, then says, "Come on, let's get you into your clean PJ's." He more or less does that for me and then takes my hand and walks me back to the bed. I get in and he pulls the covers up to my chin smiling at me. "I love taking care of you and I'm going to do that all your life. You'll see." A long kiss on my forehead and, "I'll text you later, or call you if it's not too late." I thank him and he's off. Wow, that was fun. Almost like sex, but not sex. It just basically got me hornier. I'm not expecting much of a thrill from Bean, but maybe it'll be better than a jerk off which is all I've had for basically three days now. Laying in bed I'm thinking about the sweet nursing treatment from Robby and loving his competent confident manner with everything. This bodes well for the long haul, but in the short haul I still have a way to go with the side sex issues. Like I decided earlier, my weakened condition and horniness makes it stupid for me to try doing anything about reducing side-sex until next week at college, at the earliest. Ryan doesn't count as side-sex in that regard because he's my twin boyfriend of Robby's. It's important to be realistic, and beginning to cut down on my side-sex at college seems a realistic goal. College doesn't actually begin officially until next Tuesday so, ya know, that's when I'll make a concerted effort about using some restraint with side-sex. Maybe not even start the first week though, ya know because I'll be getting acclimated to college life again. Good, it feels good to have that settled in my mind. I'll begin the second week at college. A very mature decision even if I do say so myself. Then I hear the doorbell and, oh shit that's right, it's either Manny or Bean. I go out in my pajamas and answer the door. It's pretty Manny. Funny, I never considered him pretty when I first met him, but I've realized his attractiveness as the summer progressed. He has pretty skin, but then I've always thought light tan skin my favorite complexion for guys, next to Robby's. My brother has light tan skin so maybe that influenced my thinking. Manny has a beautiful smile too with ridiculously white teeth. His teeth are kinda small and that gives him a very youthful appearance. I initiate the posse greeting. Manny participates in it, muttering, "Don't give me your flu, Dylan." I go, "No worries, Manny. How are you?" He says, "Kinda excited about my senior year at high school actually." I say, "Yeah, I remember being excited too. Go on downstairs and I'll put some clothes on." After putting on a t-shirt and shorts, I step into sandals and go downstairs. Manny's playing with the clippers. He has them turned on and he's holding them up, grinning, and saying, "I'd like to give you a haircut if you ever let your hair grow out." I go, "Yeah, it seems everyone wants to do that, Manny. Come on in the little bathroom and I'll shampoo your hair." He turns off the clippers, "Oh good, you're still doing that. I didn't like it at first, but now I do." I ask, "Why's that?" and he says, "I was being a prude I guess... a guy shampooing my hair seemed odd, but what the fuck, it feels good having my hair shampooed and I totally trust you now." He sits in the chair, as I go, "What? You mean you didn't trust me before?" He says, "You're a sexual individual, Dylan, like no one I've met before actually. It's understandable that anyone with even a little curiosity could succumb to your charm and good looks, and well, your sexiness too. You're a very sexy boy... ha ha. Maybe I was worried I might be one of those succumbing, heh heh, so it's not that I didn't trust you as much as I wondered if I could trust myself. Actually I think I'm experiencing a touch of tripsolagnia, in any case no offense to you intended at all." I mutter, "Um, no offense taken, Manny, but... um, what's that trips-whatever you mentioned?" He goes, "You know, I get a tad sexually aroused when you shampoo my hair." Never heard that one before. I turn on the water, then tip his chair back against the sink, adding, "I guess I'll take everything you've said as a compliment, sort of." If Manny knew how horny I am, hee hee, maybe he should worry, but no, I'd never try seducing anyone... that's not in me. Although as I said, I might make an exception to that and tempt Ryan a little because of our history together. It'd also be awesome sometime to be able to truthfully tell Robby I turned down side sex with Ryan. I shampoo Manny's hair and then hear the front door open. I hope it's Bean and not a chainsaw mass murderer. Bean comes thundering down the steps and comes right in the little half bath to squeeze the back of my neck, asking, "Where's my posse greeting?" Manny says, "Assume I did it with you, okay? Anyway, the posse is over, Bean." I turn around and hold up my soapy hands. Bean says, "Never mind," and then he sits on the toilet, adding, "You told us to just come in the front door, Dylan, so I hope you don't mind." I go, "Not at all, Bean, mi casa, su casa." He mutters, "What the fuck?" He's staring at Manny, then asks, "What the fuck nationality are you anyway, Manny? Tina says you're American." Manny rolls his eyes at me, and says to Bean, "Yes, I'm an American with parents from Spanish speaking countries. Hispanics and Latino Americans are an ethnolinquistic group of citizens of the United States. I was born here to my mother who's Dominican and my farther who is a naturalized citizen from Puerto Rico. Naming ethnicity is perceived differently over the years so it's hard to say what everyone would consider me. I'm American with Hispanic parents. Hispanic American, if you like. How about you?" Bean's frowning, "Huh? What was all that? Oh, I'm pure American as far as I know." Manny says, "Well, miscegenation has been taking place since ancient history creating mixed races through sex. So no one is probably pure anything." Bean's like, "Whaddaya mean miscege-whayever you said?" Manny goes, "Oh, the etymology of the word is tied up with political conflict during America's civil war and kind of not important for purposes of this discourse." Bean asks, "Is discourse anything like intercourse?" and laughs. Manny mutters, "You're an idiot, Bean, but I love ya anyway." Bean wants to know, "If that word isn't important, why'd you say it?" and Manny goes, "You're right, Bean, I'm sorry I mentioned it." I ask, "Your mom's from the Dominican Republic, huh? Does she know David Ortiz?" Manny laughs, "Um, no, I don't believe she does personally since she left there before he was born." Rinsing out the shampoo I dry Manny's hair with a towel, asking, "What kind of haircut do you want, Manny?" He says, "Something conservative." I get the hairdryer, mumbling, "Just a trim then," and he says, "I don't really know, I want to look cool, but look like a serious student too. Fuck, I don't know." I mumble, "We'll figure something out," and turn on the noisy hairdryer. Manny has nice hair, most of the posse boys have nice hair. Manny's is dark brown hair, not black. Two kids working in Stop & Shop have truly black hair, Manny's isn't like that. He has very straight hair though, and actually it's kind of amazing the different textures of hair on humans. I think Asians have the straightest, blackest hair I've seen. I study hair, ya know... guys' hair. We adjourn to the finished basement and Manny sits on the stool. I comb through his hair, saying, "There's not a hellava lot of choices for a hair style, Manny. That's because Ray insisted you guys all get burr haircuts last time and it's still quite short. I'll just neaten it up by trimming around the sides and do some of that at the hairline in back. Let it grow some more and in three weeks or so we might be able to come up with a style for you." He asks, "Like Devon's?" and I go, "Exactly, it's preppy and there's worse things to be than preppy." He shrugs, "You're the man, whatever you think." His haircut takes ten minutes, but only because I dragged it out. Bean's uninterested in haircutting so he watches TV laying on the chaise lounge. When I'm done I pass the handheld mirror to Manny. He checks it out, then says, "Generic, but neat looking." I resist squeezing the back of his neck or hugging him, which I'd like to do, but don't. I ask him, "Do you want to see how it looks spiked up on top with some gel?" Manny says, "No thanks, I like it like this for now, but that damn Ray with his burr haircuts, ya know?" I nod, muttering, "Yeah," while resisting the latest urge I have to grope myself thinking of how hot Ray fucked me last week. Bean asks, "Um, Manny, you aren't hanging around while I get my haircut are you?" And the way he said it makes Manny frown and look at Bean, then he says, "I wasn't going to, but you seem like you're trying to get rid of me." Bean goes, "What the fuck? I just asked, that's all." Manny says, as he's putting his shirt on, "I've got shit to do, Bean, so I can't hold your hand during your haircut today." Bean's frowning now, then muttering, "That'll be the day I let you hold my hand," and Manny grabs Bean's hand with Bean trying to pull it away, muttering, "Queer," then looking at me with a startled expression on his face like he said something wrong. I give him a smirk remembering I'm dealing with kids who just turned eighteen. It makes me feel mature. Manny does the posse goodbye with me even though he'd said the posse boys are over, and Bean says, "How 'bout me?" so Manny does a limper version of the hug I got. Manny winks at me, and says, "I'm weakening," and we laugh. He says his goodbyes and skips up the steps as I wonder if he was kidding about weakening, and if weakening was referring to me and sex. He's a pretty boy, but I don't need anymore temptations in my life. Bean looks at me making a face, like... 'Ah, it's just you and me now', but he doesn't say anything. I ask, "Shampoo?" and he says, "Does a bear shit in the grass?" I mutter, "I believe that goes, does a bear shit in the woods." As we walk in the half bath he mumbles, "There's grass in the woods," and he sits down, saying, "The whole salon treatment if you don't mind, my good man." I wonder what kind of grades Bean gets in school, but I'm not gonna insult him by asking. He's a good kid without a mean bone in his body, although he's definitely not the sharpest knife in the drawer. He remains totally relaxed during the shampoo, but I'm not getting any sexual vibes from him. I'm pretty sure Manny wasn't putting out any vibes on purpose, but I found him, um, desirable under the proper circumstances. By that I mean if he was openly hot to trot with me, so to speak. Still, I hold to my earlier conclusion I do not need any more complications in my life, especially with me having to think about turning down sex. As I've decided, I won't begin my quest until next Tuesday at the earliest, and it may be a week or so later than that. On the other hand, Bean's not exciting me sexually so he might be a perfect candidate to turn down. As if he's reading my mind, he asks, "Aren't you gonna ask me if I'll let you blow me?" I'm rinsing his hair running my fingers through it. Bean does not have a perfectly shaped head like a lot of the boys do. His head's shaped a little like a football, kinda like Willie's long head. Willie's a much more attractive person though, it somehow works for him. Still, I like shampooing and cutting young guys' hair so it's a pleasant experience. To Bean's question, I say, "Why, no, I'm not going to ask you to let me do that, mister Bean. I believe you're going with a young lady named, Tina." Surprising the hell out of me Bean puts his arm around my waist and pulls me in front of him. The water from the hose almost hits him in the chest, but I manage to aim it over his shoulder at the sink. Looking at him, I'm like, "What the fuck, Bean?" He opens his legs and pulls me against him, saying, "You want to suck my dick, don't cha?" The expression on his face and the way he said that makes me think he'd be hurt if I say 'no'. I mutter, "Oh, I just mean I need to finishing your shampoo," and he says, "Okay, I mean afterwards. You'd wanna suck my cock then, wouldn't you? I'm gonna let you, no problem. You're a good guy." Gee, I don't remember Bean being so sincere. I mutter, "We'll talk about it." He gives me a tight squeeze against him, then lets go, mumbling, "Sure." I'm a little taken aback because I was under the impression this gay stuff was merely a crazy lark of Bean's. Maybe motivated mostly because Ray came out as bisexual to his posse boys. I was thinking maybe Bean's emulating Ray, who he seems to look up to. I don't know what to think now, but it could be that Bean has an interest in gay sex that's much more than a lark. Gee, he looked so lost for a few seconds there. He's real formal and polite now thanking and complimenting me on the shampoo and looking forward to his haircut. He says, "I put myself in your hands, Dylan. Whatever haircut you feel looks best on me that's what I want. You know style much better than I do. Okay?" I say, "I'd rather you chose your haircut yourself," and he says, "Okay, like yours." I blow dry his hair thinking about that. I basically gave a fade haircut to someone recently, was it Ray? I ask, "Did I give Ray a haircut like mine?" Bean says, "I don't know, I haven't seen him in a week or so. I wanna get it because you have that haircut, not Ray." I say, "I not sure I can do it properly, Bean. I need practice." He says, "Practice on me," and I'm like, "I don't want to think of you starting your senior year with a fucked-up haircut." He shrugs, "I don't give a shit about stuff like that. Everyone I know thinks of me as a free spirit, a little kooky, but likable." Well, I couldn't have described him any better myself, but I don't want one of the haircuts I do to represent me poorly. I take pride in being better than professional barbers, so I'm hesitating. When I shrug, Bean says, "Give it a try, I'm asking you to. I'll take responsibility if it's fucked up." I go, "Okay, dude, I'll do my best," and now I really want to give it my best because he has confidence in me. Maybe there's more to Bean than a kooky, but likable kid. It still doesn't change the fact that I'm simply not turned-on by him sexually. He's nice enough, but not sexy or especially good looking. He's about my height, although even slimmer than me. Very average looking face with regular brown eyes and below average brown hair, meaning it lacks body, isn't dense, and he has a widow's peak hairline. No individual personal scent, either good or bad that I can detect. What can I say? Sexual desire is a mysterious thing anyway. Before Bean came over tonight I was horny and getting hornier doing Manny's haircut. I still am very horny, but now I think I'd rather save my horniness for Sonny tomorrow night. He's the real deal as far as sexy and hot go, where as blowing Bean last time was less of a sexual thrill than a hot jerk off, although it wasn't unpleasant. He has a long, nice-looking penis that expands as it gets hard. I've got to assume he's had zero experience with anal fucking though, which can lead to some awkward moments, and like I said, now I'd rather wait for Sonny who I know can get me off like a rocket's boom! There's nothing awkward about anything that confident sex fiend, Sonny, does. He's an expert at sub/dom sex from watching his sex videos hour after hour. His form of dominance during sex borders on a masters/slave kind of dominance except he's very likable while he's doing it. It's a rare combination I would think, and when you add to that he's a skinny little orange-haired kid who just turned eighteen, and was a virgin before he fucked me, and that combination of factors gets even rarer. There's the possibility he's full of shit and has been dominating gay's boys' asses since he was thirteen or so, but that's unlikely. Running a comb through Bean's hair I'm trying to get an idea of how far to take the bare clippers on the sides and back. Frankly, I'm getting a little excited about doing this haircut. It's not a haircut that one guy out of fifty would want, but still it'd be good for me to know how to do a good fade haircut. Hell, the version of a fade I cut for Ray didn't look good to me, but he liked it. First, using the number two blade on the Oster professional barber's clippers, I run the clippers up the sides of his head almost all the way to the top, and then up to the crown in back. Most of his brown hair is sliding off my hand to the floor leaving very little around the sides and back of his head. Holy shit, it's so short I get nervous that maybe I won't be able to pull this off. It looks weird now because there's one and a half inch hairs on top and almost none on the sides and back. Seeing the one-eight inch hairs left on the sides and back of Bean's head it's like there's only a shadow of hair compared to the top hairs. One-eight inch isn't much. Changing to the number one blade I begin cutting some of the one-inch hairs almost to the scalp. Starting at the sideburns I cut the hairs to basically bare scalp three-quarters of the way up the sides and back of Bean's head. Flicking the clippers up at the end of the cut helps blend the two lengths. Only trimmer clippers takes the hair to the scalp, but it looks to the naked eye that the number one blade already did that. That's why I now use the trimmer clippers to out line around his ears making the number one blade's one-sixteenth inch hairs look like there's some hair left. Some Marines, and other lovers of extreme haircut, have the trimmer clippers used all the way up the sides. That's not a look I approve of though. Additional minor clipper work eliminates all of the line between the two cuts altogether and now I relax. That was the hardest part. It's a matter of buzzing the top and then blending it in with the eight inch hairs. As I'm putting a three-eight inch guide on the clippers I look at Bean sitting there docilely for me, trusting me, and I feel some affection for him so I rub the hair on top of his head a little roughly, asking, "How ya doing, Bean?" His eyes meet mine as he feels the hairs on the sides of his head, grinning, then says, "Good, I'm doing good. It's sexy getting my hair cut this short." I ask, "Sexy?" and he says, "Don't tell anybody, but it's giving me a boner. Feels good." A boner? Another haircut fetish guy? I ask, "Do you always get boners when you get a haircut?" He mutters, "Not until you started cutting my hair short at the beginning of the summer. Oh my God, and when Ray ordered us to get the short burrs I was nervous. I thought I might have an accident in my pants during the haircut, which is why I acted pissed off. I was acting pissed off at Ray, not at you. It'd be embarrassing if you'd noticed the wet spot at my lap." I say, "I never looked at your lap." It's cool when the little boy in all us guys peeks out and shows itself. That the impression I got when Bean was sort of confessing his sexual accident, which must have shocked him. So that's why he chose this haircut, he wanted to feel that sensation again. Can't say I blame him. Still seeming like a little kid, he sheepishly says, "That the reason I let you blow me that time. I was sexually turned on, but I tried to macho my way through it. I, um, hope you'll do it for me again. Neither of us will tell anyone, it's our secrets, right?" Well, this puts a different slant on things. Bean's dropped the pretense he's doing me a favor and it's become me doing him one. I say, "Sure, Bean, it'll be between you and me, but we can't do it every time you get a haircut." He shrugs and looks away, asking real low, "Why not?" I say, "Because I'm in a committed relationship, well that is, I want to be in a committed relationship. I need to cut down on buddy sex." He asks, "What's that?" and I go, "Sex with a buddy for the sexy fun of it without commitment and without meaning anything more than the momentary sex fun." He goes, "Oh, that's what it's called." I'm pretty sure he doesn't get it. Hell, I'm starting to wonder if I get it myself. Buzzing the hairs on the top of his head down to three-eight inch gets my dick moving so Bean's not the only one who feels something sexual about this. I then meticulously blend the top in with the one-eighth inch hairs and I'm really excited about how well I did. It looks like mine which was done by a professional who does it everyday. Last thing to do is use the trimmer clippers like a razor again to outline across the front of his hairline and down the sides. I bring the sideburns to a point like that Key West barber did with mine. I needed to shave off some of Bean's widow's peak hairs to make it look right. It looks good now, but it'll look weird when those hairs grow back in a little, so I tell Bean, "This haircut needs to be redone every ten days or two weeks at least." He says, "Okay, will you do it for me?" I mumble, "If I'm back from college I will, but I'm not sure how often I'll be home on weekends. If I'm not here you can go to the same barber who cut my hair." He looks at me incredulously, "Pay for a haircut?" like it's unheard of. It makes me laugh and I rub his bristly head, "Yeah, that's pretty drastic alright. I'll do my best to accommodate you. Do you think you could drive up to Merrimack if I can't get home?" he looks surprised, "Could I? You mean you wouldn't mind?" I shrug, "Why would I mind?" I think he's stuck in his little boy frame of mind, as he goes, "Gee, that'd be cool!" I brush the hair clippings off Bean's thin shoulders as he's saying, "Ask me now, Dylan," so, what the hell, I ask, "Can I blow you, Bean?" I'm blowing my nose as he says, "Well, okay, sure. I liked getting that haircut as you'll see when I drop my shorts." He pulls his pants down and his dick's already fairly hard." I have a slight headache coming on as I mutter, "Do you have a haircut fetish, Bean?" and he says, "Not until you began cutting my hair. That's our secret too, right?" I mumble, "Sure, everything between us is our secret," and he gets his hands on my shoulders pressing down, saying, "On your knees, that's the only way I let Tina blow me." Suppressing a grin, I go, "Oh, does she nag you to let her blow you?" He licks his lips looking down at me on my knees, muttering, "That's private, you should know better than to pry into someone's sex life." Holding out his dick, he asks, "Look good to you, does it?" and I say, "Seriously, Bean, don't push it too far or I won't accommodate you." He nods his head, "Okay, Dylan, sorry. It's half the fun pretending you want to blow me." Taking his penis from his fingers, I go, "Oh, a game, huh?" He says, "Sorta, yeah." Stroking his cock a few times, I look at his hairy bush, then look at his chest and the sparse chest hairs between his flat pecs, still not feeling a sexual attraction to him. Well, except his cock is a good one for sucking. It's long and on the thin side and, hmmm, he does have large nuts too. I start by licking from his nuts up the shaft of his cock all around and then lick his nuts and find myself getting into it. That's not surprising considering I'm horny. Bean's already grunting and rubbing my head. When I take his cock into my warm wet mouth he starts moving his feet a little, like he can't stand still. I suck the head and he moans, "Ummmmm, yeaaaah." Stroking the shaft using my thumb and two fingers, while sucking the head, gets Bean squeezing my shoulders as his cock grows in my mouth, and he goes, "Aaaaah, oooh, shiiit." Grinning around his boner now I take it in my throat and Bean goes up on his toes making a long hissing sound through his teeth. Sliding his cock out of my throat and sucking four inches of the shaft causes a big bubble of precum that I slurp off the head, and then wipe the head of his cock with my tongue. Up on his toes again with another long hissing sound from Bean, and more precum drools out the pee slit so I play with his gaping pee slit using the tip of my tongue and Bean steps back pulling his boner from my mouth. "Oooh, fuck," from Bean. Then "Umm, mmm, ooh yeah, wow." His cock is boned-up hard hanging down a little, and very stiff. It shines and glistens in the lights with his precum and my saliva. Bean get his hands under my armpits and helps me stand up, then he pulls my shorts down and gawks at my cock. It's fairly boner-up too, which I didn't notice until now. He holds it in his hand, looking at me, "Did you get a hard-on from sucking my cock?" I go, "I don't know how else I'd get it, Bean, so yeah. Why?" He shrugs, muttering, "I don't know. I didn't know it was sexy blowing someone, that wasn't my experi, um, never mind." He's reaching down going through his pockets, as I ask, "Have you ever tried it yourself?" His eyes snap to mind for a second, then he asks, "Why'd ya ask that?" Okay, so he's blown someone. I blow my nose again, then ask, "Do I know him, the guy you blew?" He drops the condom, muttering, "You and you're personal questions. I, um, don't recall ever blowing anyone, um, recently. Ah, I mean, ever. You don't hear me asking you a lot of personal questions about sex, do you?" I chuckle, "Only all the fucking time, Bean. It's okay, don't tell me." He's frowning trying to get the condom packet open. Glancing at me, he hands it to me, saying, "You open it, okay? Yeah, a couple of years ago I blew Manny. He asked me to and we did a few other things. Kid stuff, ya know?" I rip the condom packet where indicated and hand him the packet back, thinking, 'Manny? Hmmm, maybe that would be something I can sneak in before I begin in earnest to cut down on side sex. I sorta got the hot's for that cute Hispanic brainiac. Manny, huh!' Bean's got the condom, muttering, "Thanks, Dylan, I'm a little nervous about this, you know." He rolls the condom onto his boner puffing his cheeks out and then exhaling, saying, "Feels good and tight," as he strokes his cock and then looks at the lubricant on his hand making a face. The condom only cover the lower sixty percent of his boner. I can't help but chuckle at him getting lube all over his hand, so I ask, "Do you use condoms a lot, Bean?" Trying to gain some dignity, he goes, "Only when I fuck somebody, whaddaya think?" That makes me chuckle too. Bean's unsure of himself acting like a little kid pretending to be a big kid. He says, "Well, turn around or something. Um, how do you like taking a cock up your rear end? You know, on your hands and knees or what?" I say, "How did you take it?" He says, "On my stomach, ah, if I ever did it with a buddy, I mean. That's how, ya know, I saw it done on some video." I turn around and bend over with my hands on my knees. Looking back, I ask, "Is this okay?" He says, "I guess," and steps up to me spreading my butt cheeks with both hands and peering at my asshole, mumbling, "It looks awfully small. You, um, have a really nice ass, Dylan. Real clean looking and pink without a hair on your ass anywhere." Chuckling again, I decide I'm having fun, no matter my runny nose, headache, or whatever. "Here goes," he says, and pushes the head of his condom-covered cock against the lips of my asshole and they spread in the lubricant, but he's not in yet. I hear deep breathing from Bean, so looking back I see him staring at his cock partially in my ass while he sucks on his lips, then he mumbles, "This is fucking hot, Jesus!" and humps his hips pushing his cock past my sphincter muscle and up my ass three inches. "Ooooh," from me as Bean rubs my back, cooing, "Feel good, Dylan, huh?" Well, yeah, it does, but I don't answer for fear of embarrassing myself with a long moan of pleasure. It feels really good and my cock bones-up tightly. Gripping my hips with both hands he pushes his boner up my ass until his pubic hairs are flat against my butt cheeks. Bean goes, "Oh my God, mmmm, oooh, fuck yeah." He withdraws it and slides it tightly back up as his fingers dig into the skin at my hips. Two more trial trips up my ass and then he starts fucking me hard and fast, grunting and moaning as if he doesn't care if he embarrasses himself or not. It's, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," as Bean grunts out, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, aaah, ooh, aaah," and ,"Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap." Two minutes of him pounding his long pole up my ass and I go down on all fours holding my breath trying not to have a premature ejaculations. He's hunched over me plowing my ass with his seven inch hard cock that's swollen kinda fat by now. My eyes close as my head goes back and I moan in pleasure, "Oooh, oooh, ooh, ooh, ummm, mmm, oh that feels good, Bean." "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," with Bean grunting, "Fuck that ass, fuck that ass, fuck that ass." His humps get harder and each one now rocks me forward on my hands and knees until my head goes down on the back of my hands and I push my ass up towards him. "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," then he stops with his cock way up my ass, gets an arm around my throat pulling back, as he's muttering, "Get up, Dylan, I wanna try it with you standing. Fuck, this is awesome." I get up because I don't want him to stop. His arms go around my stomach and the back of my head drops to his shoulder as I docilely lay against his chest and he starts up, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," his incredibly hard long cock firing up my ass with my anus in constant motion being sucked in a little as his cock drives up my ass and pulls outward as he withdraws that pleasure pole of his. "Slap, slap, slap, slap." I'm squirming in his arms moaning with the back of my head moving on his shoulder as I wreath in pleasure and my prostate sings out sexual pleasure as the walls of my rectum expands and contract with the movement of his fast moving long boner. My bone-hard cock sticks straight out from my body as my orgasm overwhelms me and my back arches away from Bean's chest and I squeal about as embarrassingly as humanly possible. My hips thrust out and cum flows from my cock in a straight line splashing against the washing machine near the wall. Then two more squeals as two more good strings of cum exit my cock's head leaving it vibrating and sizzling with pleasure and through it all is the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," of Bean's crotch against my buttocks. "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," as Bean grunts and moans pounding his cock up my ass. Three or four more minutes and then he falls against me holding his crotch against my ass making desperate sound, and I suppose he's filling his condom with cum. "Ooooh," from Bean, "Ummm, ooh, ooh, ooh," as he humps against me and then deep breathing and I now feel our perspiration between my back and his chest and stomach. Still holding me around the stomach, his swollen cock is filling my rectum. Bean's heart pounds against me and I shudder again as tantalizing sensations buzz inside me. Another body shudder as I think, 'Guess Bean isn't feeling like a little kid now'. One last deep breath and without saying anything he begins fucking me again. He does it holding me against his torso for maybe five more minutes, so this kid's got some stamina. I'm not about to complain because it feels awesome. I like the long trips up my ass and his steady thrust without the force he used a little while ago. Just as my cock's beginning to firm up again he stops, and moans, "Oh man, that was fabulous," and pulls his cock out slowly as I hold my breath hoping not to moan again with pleasure. He leaves my ass gaping open and slippery with lubricant, but no spunk. I'd have liked to feel his big load going inside me. All around my asshole feels wet with the gel. Bean sits back on the barber stool breathing hard. Then he wipes his nose with the back of his hand, lets out another long exhale, and asks, "How was that, did I fuck you good?" I nod my head while blowing my nose again, then mutter, "Yeah, for someone who's never done it before you were pretty damn good." He nods his head in the direction of my cum trail that's leading to the washing machine and drooling down the front of it, as he says, "Pretty good my ass. Looks like you got off better than pretty good." I shrug as I pull on my dick, mumbling, "I was horny. I haven't had sex in awhile." He goes, "Yeah, neither have I. Hey, we should help each other out. Manny says I'm at the age where my sexual drive is the highest it's ever gonna be and you're only two years removed from that." I wonder if Manny looking to fuck Bean again, as I say, "Sexual drives tend to vary from guy to guy, Bean. Anyway I'm getting into a committed relationship, sort of, so I can't really do it with you." Then I add, "I can't do it all that often, I mean." Gee, I wonder if that qualifies as turning down side-sex? Bean says, "Well, hell, I don't mean all the time either. Just once in awhile. I'm not gay ya know." I say, "If you say so, Bean. You're the only one who can know that for sure." He pulls off his condom and there's a golf ball size of his spunk at the bottom. He goes to throw it in the trash and I'm like, "Hey, hey! Not in there, in the toilet. Jeez!" He mutters, "Sorry," and walks to the half bath with his cock flopping between his legs. Hellava cock on that kid. I hear the toilet flush as I'm using tissues again, this time to clean my ass of lubricant, then pull up my shorts. Okay, that turned out really well. Way better than I expected and I'm feeling good again. When Bean comes out his pants are up and he's running the fingers of both hands over his head. Grinning, he says, "I like this short haircut. It's cool!" I guess the sex talk is over with and Bean's on to other topics. Ha ha, he's awesome. He says, "Well, it's been real, Dylan. Thanks for the haircut and I'll get back to you in ten days or so. I can drive up to Merrimack. What is it, about an hour's drive?" I go, "Yep, but text me before you drive up. I might be busy." We're walking up the steps with Bean pulling his shirt over his head as he says, "Of course I'll text you first. I'm not going to just drive up without checking with you." I'm thinking it's odd he isn't more interested in the sex we just had. I thought it was kind of a big deal. Fucking kids, ya know? to be continued... Donny Mumford _thinat20@yahoo.com_ (mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com) I have two books published that are available on Amazon that perhaps you would like to order and read.(Actually one book and one short story. Read the short story first). There about 'Oliver' whom you are probably aware of from Nifty. You can easily find them by searching for 'Donny Mumford' at the Amazon web site. And I would appreciate it if you would provide a comment at the site for the stories as well. Thanks. Donny Mumford Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expense of maintaining this story site. Thank you.