Date: Thu, 4 Jul 2013 05:07:08 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: NIFTY DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 20 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 20 by Donny Mumford I'm staring at Ray Ellis' extra short burr haircut, a haircut that he thinks is just right. I think it's too short, but if he likes it, that's what's important. When he first got to my place he claimed he's changed his persona into one showing maturity. He was motivated to do this alleged maturing after having an insightful moment following our conversation at the mall recently, and I don't especially recall what we even talked about. It was just Ray's usual chattering about me being his boyfriend I suppose. In any case, now he claims he's not begging me for sex although he wants me to be his boyfriend. To be honest about it, I never felt he begged me to have sex with him, and he's not begging me for sex now either. It's more like he telling me we're going to do it. Robby and Ryan are having their night of sex with each other tonight, and last night Robby and I had ours. The night before that Robby was out with Travis, and I assume Travis fucked him. So on this Monday night I'm wondering if I want to do it with Ray, and if I decide to, why would I? Is my reason simply to spite Robby and Ryan because of jealousy, or is it because I want Ray as my side-sex partner? I'm only allowed one choice for a fuck buddy according to the rules of our threesome, so I'm conflicted, as I'm not sure if Ray's my best choice. The thought of Lee fucking me is intriguing, although that's an iffy proposition because I'm not sure if he's teasing me or if he's serious about doing it. Ray breaks into my musings, saying, "Like I told you already, I'm not going to beg you, Dylan. I'm pretty sure you want to make-out with me and suck my big cock, and I'm almost positive you're dying to have me fuck that hot ass of yours again. If you can't admit it by saying it out loud, just raise your arms and I'll take your tee-shirt off for you, and we'll get it on. I need you to be completely naked before having sex with you, that's just the way I roll. If you don't tell me you're interested in having sex with me, and you don't raise your arms either, I'm leaving." He's right, I want to, but I'm getting pissed-off that my submissive fetish rules my brain so frequently, and therefore I manage to say, "Sorry you feel so strongly about everything needing to be exactly the way you want it, Ray. That's the way you roll, but it isn't the way I roll." He says, "Okay then, I'll just tell you thanks for the haircut then, and be on my way." He hesitates, then asks, "Um, can I still come for haircuts, or are you mad at me?" I go, "I'm not mad at you; you flatter me actually. Any time you want a haircut, just give me a call." He says, "You're a good guy so I'm gonna give you a kiss to say thanks, and it's a kiss without obligation of any kind on your part." He hasn't put his shirt on after the haircut so when his arms go around my neck the faint BO scent of his underarms invades my nostrils as his lips meet mine for a nice kiss, then his tongue is in my mouth and he drops one arm to begin massaging my crotch. His whiskers feel soft on my face, but not as soft as they look, and his bare torso feels very sexy with my arms around his wide shoulders. He moves his face as he's kissing me and I was right, his whiskers are very sexy and masculine, particularly against my smooth face. My tongue rubs Ray's as my cock grows hard in my pants and now Ray's able to stroke it with a fistful of my shorts and underwear going along for the ride. As his arm moves, his sexy scent accompanies the hint of BO getting me lightheaded and sexually stimulated. He finally lets go of my cock leaving it poking out the front of my lap, and then breaks off the kiss with our mouths making a wet sucking sound as they part. He says, "You're so hot it should be against the law. I'll see you in three weeks or so for another haircut. Thanks again, I really like this haircut." Turning around he picks up his shirt and puts it on with me standing in the same spot transfixed by his sexiness, and his coolness about everything, too. I can see he's trying to change. He grins at me as his Polo shirt goes over his head. "See ya later, Dylan," and without thinking about it I put my arms in the air. Ray stares at me for a few seconds, then mumbles, "Thanks, Dylan, I want to do it too, but my rules still stand. Okay?" I can't find my voice so I do Ryan's fast head nod and Ray chuckles, muttering, "This is awesome," walking over to me he pulls my tee-shirt over my head. He's not quite as tall as me, but it's close. Pulling my shorts down, then my underwear, he's saying, "Step out of those," while he strokes my cock with a strong, tight fist... a moan slips out of me, "Mmmmm," as I gulp and try catching my breath. I know it's my fucking fetish controlling me again but I'm enjoying the sensations of it just the same. Ray's staring at my cock, then he looks at me, and says, "You've got the perfect looking cock. It's put together just right and your nuts in their sack are cool looking, too. The shaved pubes just adds to your package and the whole thing is awesome. Letting go of my cock, it flops up tight against my belly, as Ray steps back a bit. He shakes his head slowly, muttering, "Damn, what a nice physique, and your guns are hot. How much lifting do you do?" I shrug, managing to mumble, "I've never touched a weight in my life." He goes, "I lift weights three times a week, but my friggin' arms, chest, and abs don't look like yours. It's not fair, ya know?" I shrug again, losing some of the heat Ray built up in me a minute ago, and therefore my cock loses some of it's stiffness. He says, "Your sneakers and socks need to come off too. As I said, I like my boy or girl sex partners completely naked before I fuck them. It's because I appreciate the human anatomy of both sexes and I like to admire them. I gotta admit, yours is hard to beat." Feeling less aroused, I ask, "How many girls have you fucked?" He says, "Three. One of them only once and the other two multiple times." I believe him because there was no hesitation and he sounds believable. As I'm untying my sneakers, I ask, "How 'bout boys?" He says, "Just you and my fuck buddy in middle school. Then one time last year with a kid I met at the gym I lift weights at, but he was older. I leaned how to fuck so good by watching porn and practicing on Terry, mostly. He's pretending to be straight now so we don't have much to say to each other nowadays. As it turns out fucking's the only thing we had in common." Pulling my socks off and now I'm totally naked standing in front of Ray. I've never been shy about being naked, in fact, I like being naked and would join a nudist colony if they had one for only teenage boys. Since Ray's so accommodating with his answers, I ask, "Tell me the truth, how many times did that Terry kid, or anyone else, fuck you?" He laughs, "Are you serious? I'm the man whenever I'm having sex. You, Terry, the other two, plus my girlfriends obviously, are the girls during sex. That's the way I roll." It sounds arrogant of him and rude too, but the way he said it makes me grin. There's no pretentiousness implied, just stating the fact of the matter. A person who wasn't comfortable with his own sexuality would probably take offense to Ray's remarks, but it doesn't bother me. I'm gay, but there's nothing girlie about me and I know it. Ray gazes at my body while walking around me with a serious expression on his face. It amuses me for some reason. Behind me he grabs a fistful of each buttocks, muttering, "Nice and firm like I remember, you've got the whole 'A' plus package alright. You're hard to forget, Dylan, once I had you I kept thinking about you, but don't think I'm throwing myself at you. I'm not, it's just an honest statement and now after all this time I'm finally making you my boyfriend, so that's really cool. I'm two years younger than you and normally a girlfriend is the one that's younger, not that I think of you totally like my girlfriend, even though you'll fulfill that role. No, I know you're a boy, and I know I'm satisfying my bisexual side, while at the same time satisfying your gay nature. I'm glad you're not girlie actually. I'm always telling my brother he needs to be more like you, not more like his fairy boyfriend, Jay." Ray's always been talkative and he's just as 'out there' as he's ever been, but I like him for some odd reason. He's so fucking unique, it's almost beyond belief. He's gonna be crushed if he finds out Ryan's fucking me too, but I can't imagine how he'd find out. He keeps holding a fistful of my right buttocks, but lets go of the other one and slips his finger in past my sphincter, muttering, "You're not getting fucked very often, are you? Not with a tunnel this tight." I go, "If you say so, Ray," and he lets go of my buttocks to pat my shoulder saying, "Don't worry, I'll loosen you up with my big cock." His finger goes further up my ass, feeling good, as he asks, "You're not getting it enough to satisfy you either, are ya?" I go, "That feels good, Ray. Rub right there," and he does, asking, "Your prostate, right?" I go, "Yep, the magic button." Ray says, "Bend over and I'll give you a good workout." I grab my knees grinning at how silly this has become, and he rubs my prostate gland until I feel myself getting ready to blow my load, and urgently say, "No, Ray, you'll make me cum." He asks, "So? What's wrong with that?" I mutter, "I'd rather you fucked my cum out of me." He pulls his finger out, saying, "I knew you wanted it bad. I'll be right back, just stay where you are if you don't mind." Leaving me stroking my cock a few times, he goes into the powder room and I hear the faucet turn on and Ray washing his finger. When he comes out smelling his finger, insuring that he'd cleaned it enough, I ask, "Do you always use a condom, Ray?" He says, "Yeah, except I didn't have one the first time I did you so you're the exception. Actually I'm glad your fuck buddy is Rob because I can't imagine him being very prolific with gay sex. I feel it's safe going bareback up your ass." Satisfied he's cleaned his finger properly, he goes, "Get on your knees now and suck me a nice hard boner." Just enough authority in that order to get my cock buzzing, but Ray said it without a touch of arrogance. Basically it's just Ray's normal personality coming through, which is why so many guys I know don't like him. Chubby leads that group, by the way. As I've said numerous times, I get a kick out of Ray and his distorted view of the world, and I never get the feeling he's primarily just thinking about himself, like another sex partner of mine who also has a distorted view of the world. Willie seems almost angry with his distorted view, like he's getting even for perceived indignities the world's done to him. It's hard to commiserate with his views though because he's lived a privileged life of riches. I still like him, although I know now I was never in love with him. No, even though Ray's misled about a lot of things, he's not mean spirited in the least. I've seen his sweet side at times although he works at keeping that side of him hidden, probably because he thinks it screws up his manliness in sexual circumstances. I get on my knees and fondle his cock and balls a little bit while he's adjusting the position of his feet, getting comfortable. Finally he gets a little impatient that I haven't started yet, so he puts a hand at the back of my head and pulls my head to his crotch, my face squishes against his privates with the longish pubic hairs tickling my forehead. He says, "I remember that you like smelling my cock and balls. Am I right?" When I say, "Yeah, you smell good," his pubes get in my mouth. He goes, "Start by licking everything. The feel of a tongue lapping my cock and nuts is awesome. Long licks, get your tongue way out. I'll sort of guide you through the things I like so when I want you to suck me off, and that'll be two or three times a week, you'll know how to do it right." He's by far the most talkative sex buddy I've ever had. His crotch doesn't stink at all, it smells sexy good. I lick from the head of his cock up the shaft and right up into his pubic hairs. He goes, "Good, just like that, but you'll need to pick my cock up and lick the underside too." I do that and then slurp at the head of his cock until Ray corrects me, "No, not yet, Dylan. I need you to lick my nuts, and get under my scrotum too. I don't expect you to rim my asshole this soon in our new relationship, but I'll expect that later as we get used to each other, and after you're learned how to do cock sucking properly." I grin to myself and then lift his nuts and lick from just before his smelly asshole, dragging my tongue up the underside of his scrotum. Ray's another boy, like Dodger, who doesn't wipe himself thoroughly after taking a dump. My cock's got a mind of it's own, of course, and it's attaining the tightness level that Ray had it at earlier. I cover his big balls with saliva and then take turns getting one, then the other in my mouth with Ray's approval, "Good, I didn't even need to tell you. You'll always include that before sucking my cock, Dylan. Don't worry, you're doing good," and he rubs my head affectionately making me grin again. I lick his pubic hairs flat to his stomach, then look up at him, asking, "Now can I suck your cock?" He goes, "Yep, just remember what I had you do this time so I don't need to tell you next time. Being my boyfriend means you need to satisfy your man, and I can see you're gonna be awesome at that already. I'm glad I gave you a second chance." Trying not to smile, I say, "Thanks for being patient with me, Ray," and he says, "I know you're being a wise guy with that comment, but I don't mind as long as you suck me off good." His cock's firm already, and I like sucking cock as long as it belongs to a cute kid around my own age. Ray's not cute per se, but he's nice looking, handsome even. Nice facial features, but on the macho side and his whiskers go a long way towards fortifying his macho image. Gay macho guys, or bi macho guys, aren't as rare as you might think. They're the minority for sure, but they're out there. Maybe Lee will fall into that category with time. Ray interrupts my sucking and licking of his cock, saying, "Tell me when you taste my precum. You're cock sucking's got my nuts in an uproar and it feels like I'm getting ready to blow my load down your throat, which I'll be doing when I don't have time to give you a good fuck, but that's not the case this evening." I'm telling you, this kid is chatty as hell. Damn, I'm enjoying this and it's got my own cock as hard as Ray's. Mine's dripping precum already, but I haven't noticed any from Ray yet, although he's grunting now and squeezing the back of my neck a little too hard, "Ummmmm, oh man you suck cock good," Ray grunts out, then, "Stop! I'm gonna climax. Didn't ya taste precum? Open your mouth." I put my head back and open my mouth wide. He wipes my tongue with his finger, muttering, "Your tongue's covered with precum. See?" and he holds his finger out. Yeah, it looks like precum alright. I mumble, "I didn't taste it, Ray." He looks skeptical, saying, "You didn't want to stop sucking me off, isn't that right?" I go, "No, that's not right. I didn't taste the damn precum!" and I'm a little pissed off because I don't like being called a liar even though I've been known to tell a few little white lies now and again. Ray backs off, "Okay, I believe you. Sorry for doubting you. I didn't know you were so sensitive. I'll try to watch that in the future 'cause I can't be hurting my boyfriend's feelings; that's not what we're looking for. Hey, do you think, now that we're boyfriends, we should be a little more affectionate? I want to do this boyfriend thing up right for you because I'm super-psyched you've agreed to it finally." I say, "Yeah, we like each other so we can be affectionate to a degree, but it's not like we're in love or anything." He goes, "You don't need to be in love to have a boyfriend, ya know. As long as you think the guy's hot and you like him, that's enough to qualify. I'm surprised with your looks and personality you don't have more success attracting gay boys. I know I've been kinda hot for you ever since Elliot introduced us. Unfortunately I was off the deep end in those days, playing the bad ass and all, but now I've matured and finally won you over. Right?" I say, "Yep, definitely." He says, "Ya know, I'm not totally a one-way street either, I actually sucked a boy's cock once. I didn't like it, but I wanted to be fair." Actually, I think he sucked my cock once now that he mentions it, but to tell the truth I can't say for sure. I'd rather suck cock than get sucked off anyway, although that's pretty damn good too. Ray goes, "Let's do some affectionate kissing now that you've got the private parts licking and the cock sucking down pat; you're obviously a quick study. Just remember, when you're giving me my next blow job, you're to lick everything well first, and then you get to suck my cock. Okay, does that make sense to you?" I can't help it, a big grin comes on my face because he's so sincere with all this shit, almost to a naive degree. It's sweet somehow, but I need to use my trusty fake cough to cover up a snicker. Then I go, "Yep, I got it, Ray. I'll remember." He narrows his eyes asking, "Are you making fun of me again?" I shake my head 'no' maintaining a straight face. Then I mumble, "Hell no, Ray. Lets do the affectionate stuff." He says, "I'm really not sure what to do here. You're the only boy I've ever kissed. I never thought I'd kiss a boy, but you're sorta a special case so I made an exception for you." I go, "You make-out with girls, right?" He says, "Of course," and I go, "It's the same for boyfriends." Ray's incredulous, "Do the same thing with you I do with my girlfriends?" I nod, "Yeah, same thing although I'm not especially experienced with making out as far as girls go, so I'm not real sure what you do with them." He looks at me a few seconds, then asks, "You've made out with girls, haven't you?" I go, "No, actually I haven't. Like you said, I'm gay, not bisexual like you." Ray makes one of his patented bizarre comments, although he's totally sincere, "Ya know, you don't need to be embarrassed telling me that, Dylan. You can't help it if you're not as good as me. Being bisexual doubles my dating possibilities of course, but it doesn't make you inferior to me. Don't start feeling that way. You're fine." I need to use my phony cough again, and he says, "I told you before, you need to cut down on the cigarettes. You cough too much." I mutter, "Yeah, I'm sorry," and he goes, "That's okay, but get your ass over here and I'll try showing my boyfriend some affection. By the way, do you feel that me being the male in our relationship is intimidating to you? I don't want to intimidate you, not if you're going to be a good boyfriend for me. I need a boy who knows he's doing the female role, but also remembers that he's a boy. If I want a girl I'll go for the real thing." I'm into a coughing fit now with Ray patting my back too hard, saying, "You need to get in that little bathroom over there and compose yourself, Dylan. Wash your face and try being a little cool." Taking a big breath to cover up my laugh, Ray asks, "Is it that I'm going to be affectionate with you, like I am with a girl, that has you flustered? Don't worry about it if it is. We're just starting out being boyfriends and I might seem intimidating at first, but you'll eventually feel relaxed around me. You haven't had a boyfriend as, um, I hate using this term, but I'm pretty macho for a gay boy like yourself to get used to. Don't let it throw you, Dylan, I really like you and I'll walk you through everything. Believe me, I understand if you're nervous, but you're doing fine. You'll be a good boyfriend, just be yourself; I always am." I've got tears running down my cheeks trying to keep the phony coughs covering my laughing. I must look like an idiot, but he's so fucking funny, and yet so sexy at the same time. He's obviously a good kid although wildly misguided. Oh my God, I have cramps in my stomach. This is fun, but I gotta get myself together. I manage to say, "I'll do what you say and go in the bathroom to get myself under control, but I am seriously interested in your style of affection, Ray." He looks at me with a frown on his face, probably thinking I'm making fun of him again. I'm not really, but I'm in one of those giggling frames of mind where I can't stop laughing and, of course, covering it up with fake coughs. I manage not to blurt out a laugh and then when I'm in the bathroom I don't feel like laughing at all. That's weird. Washing my face, I calm down. I have nice feelings about Ray. He's certainly being himself - his old self - but I like him. I gotta get it together and enjoy this fun sexual experience. He's a good kid, who most people just don't appreciate, apparently. Sure he's unusual, but sweet in his own way. Like Ryan, Ray doesn't have a mean bone in his body. He's misguided, but not mean-spirited. Taking a deep breath, I get myself under control and leave the bathroom, saying, "I'm sorry, Ray, but I'm good now. It's the coughing fits, ya know? You're right about me smoking too much." He says, "It's okay, Dylan, I'll help you break that unfortunate habit. You're my boyfriend now and even though I'm younger than you, I'll look out for you. I helped my last girlfriend stop smoking even though I broke-up with her eventually. I'm not putting up with a girl going steady with another boy, no fucking way. I dropped her like a hot potato." I do a fake cough, then say, "Don't you think we're talking too much? Shouldn't you be showing me how to be affectionate, or something?" He says, "Don't fret, I'm going to do that, but you're the only boy I'd ever done it with so I'm playing this by ear. Come on over here, lets lay on that chaise lounge." I ask, trying to be funny, "Do you want me to turn the TV on?" He says, "When I make out, nobody wants to watch no fucking television. I don't want to be bossy, but you need to realize as my boyfriend you just do what your man says. I'm old fashioned like that. A word to the wise: Not doing things my way is the reason I dumped my last girlfriend." Another phony cough from me, as I walk to the chaise lounge, totally naked. I'm thinking, 'Ray dropped his last girlfriend because she didn't do what he said, plus she's going steady with another boy'... haha. Ray's in a class by himself. He's awesome in a very strange but unique way. He comes over and we lay down together. Ray gets me wrapped up in his arms, and then without another word he goes into his make-out mode, and I quickly discover he's in a class by himself at making out, too. Okay, he doesn't have Ryan's unbelievable way of kissing, but when Ray's in his make-out mode he's totally committed to it. I wish he still had his shirt off, but I can still detect his faint BO smell. Ray's extremely sexy as he goes about caressing my body while kissing in an experienced manner and I can see how he'd be attractive to some girls; he's becoming more attractive to me as well. Not in Robby and Ryan's class, but only a few steps below where sexiness is concerned. This kid is fabulous at making out and I find myself doing my low moans of sexual pleasure, "Mmmmmm, ooooh," and he's really into it with excellent sexy lips and that unusual sexy scent with the BO adding to his allure, well, for me anyway. His hands aren't hurried as he rubs and squeezes parts of my body, frequently giving my package and nipples a nice working over. He squeezes my nuts, but not hard enough to cause serious pain, just hard enough to remind me who's the macho man here. My boner's hard and getting stretched as Ray reaches between my legs and rubs my cock. He takes a deep breath with our faces cheek to cheek now. Gasping for breath, he says in my ear, "Holy shit, you're as hot as a girl." Not really a compliment as far as I'm concerned, but Ray meant it as one. It's very enjoyable making out and having my body excellently fondled by Ray and I'm tingling all over with my cock now stretched almost painfully. If Ray were naked I might have blown my load all over him by now. As it is I'm leaking precum on his clothes which he now notices, "Jesus Christ, Dylan, you're precum's all over me. It's good I'm able to turn you on like this, but you're making a mess of my clothes." He pulls off his Polo shirt and unbuttons his shorts pulling them down over his sneakers, muttering, "This doesn't happen with girls. Okay, lesson learned by me." I'm almost panting and as he pulls his underwear off, his firm cock bounces free of Ray's jockey shorts. I'm staring at his boner and realize I'm letting out a quiet whimper from desire to feel that big dick up my ass. He chuckles, muttering, "You're like a girl I was going out with last year; she's got as turned on as you are." Ray's got me hotter than I realized until just now. It helps that he's basically a new experience for me and this time with him isn't at all like our two previous buddy-sex times together. I guess that's because I wasn't Ray's boyfriend then. He does a dominant move now by lifting under my chin with his fingers, saying, "I'm not blaming you for fucking-up my clothes, Dylan. Making out with you like this is new for me. From now on we'll both get naked... don't think I'm pissed-off at you. Okay?" I mumble, "Sure, Ray," and gulp because I'm feeling that old familiar submissiveness towards him now. And, I know intuitively that Ray doesn't know anything about sub/dom play. He just does these things naturally, not thinking there's anything unusual about his actions; he's often wrong but never in doubt. He's actually trying to be very accommodating to me in his mixed-up brain. Taking a deep breath as he wraps me in his arms, his BO is much more noticeable now, and his regular body scent mixing with the hint of BO has me inhaling and drooling more precum, this time on his bare belly. He giggles, "Damn, you really get sexually stimulated by me, don't ya?" I mutter, "Yeah, I guess I do, Ray. You're hot alright." He goes, "I've heard that before, and thanks for the compliment." Then his body squirms against my naked one with him kissing my lips and running his tongue over mine. I'm hugging around his shoulders again and trying to concentrate on the sexiness of his whiskers, but there are so many delightfully sexy sensations buzzing around my body it's hard to concentrate on just one. Ray breaks the kiss, saying, "Damn, your body feels good, Dylan, I really like this. Your hard cock feels good too, you're a sexy fucker ain't ya?" I'm gasping for air so just nod my head like Ryan does. Ray chuckles at that, saying, "Just seeing how hot I'm getting you, is turning me on too. This boyfriend thing is going to be better than I expected, and I don't mind admitting that, because I'm not the kind of kid that thinks he knows it all. You'll probably be showing me stuff almost as much as I'll be showing you stuff that's sexy." His speeches in between making-out, or when I was sucking his cock earlier, allows me to catch my breath and tamp down the need to fire my orgasm all over the place. I rub my nose on his shoulder as he moves his arms and the sexual pheromones he's putting out along with his boyish BO forces another low moan of pleasure from my throat, "Mmmmmm, aaah," as Ray says, "Let yourself enjoy the pleasure of being with a real man, Dylan. I'm gonna be the best boyfriend you ever had. Don't ya think so?" How he can make these statements and still ask his questions right in the middle of this hot make-out indicates to me that he isn't experiencing the level of heat from me that I'm experiencing. That's both surprising and disappointing. I guess I'm used to boys getting hot when having a sexy interlude with me. Of course most boys I've been with are gay, not bisexual. Ray has a very nice way of rubbing and squeezing different parts of my body, especially my chest and I'm thinking he does that because he's used to feeling-up girl's tits. Whatever his reasons, all the touching and squeezing is causing random shivers here and there on my body. He sucks on my tongue at the same time he's doing the rubbing and squeezing and it's got my body vibrating and sending signals to the pleasure parts of my brain that results in keeping my cock hard and my balls loading-up with sperm. I'm convinced now that he is bisexual, and I also know for sure is that he really knows how to make-out. I've definitely underestimated this kid. His surprisingly tight body is nice to hold onto and the weight lifting he's done has put muscle on his rather slim frame; slim frame with wide shoulders. There's some hair on his chest between his pecs and a light trail going from his belly button to his pubic patch. It's all turning me on, and I speculate again that the relative newness of sex with Ray is partially responsible for the heightened sexiness I'm experiencing. He's really come a long way during the three years I've known him, although I haven't really known him very well during that time. It appears I'm going to get to know him a lot better in the weeks to come. Taking a break from making out, Ray breathes deeply, and then mutters, "Whoa, it's a shock to me how much your body turns me on." After another deep breath, he adds, "And like I said before, it's especially hot seeing how receptive you are to me. I'm obviously a major turn-on for you, aren't I?" Before I can answer, he adds, "I've never made-out to this degree with you or any boy, so I really didn't know what to expect. You're into my making out, aren't you?" He wants reassurances I'm getting off on him. I wait a second before answering him to see if he's done talking, and find he isn't. He says, "Don't feel self-conscious about being overwhelmed by a kid two years younger than you, and don't worry that I'll go around bragging about how hot I get you. That's not happening because I don't kiss and tell. Are you surprised I can turn you on so much?" His face is close to mine and his breath's in my face; it's very fresh, very pleasant. Everything is clean and fresh about Ray except his asshole and his tendency for BO, and that's just one more oddity about Ray. He's waiting, so I say, "You're right, I didn't think I'd get this turned-on. And yes, you're very sexy and very good at pleasuring your sex partner. I'm seriously impressed, Ray, and the fact you're two years younger then me doesn't bother me at all." He says, "No offense intended, Dylan, but a simply yes or no answer would have sufficed. We're involved in a sexual situation here and if you go into a long monologue every time I ask you a question, it sorta messes up the mood. Like I said, no offense intended... just saying. I'm the man here, and I'll be asking you questions from time to time, but I expect concise answers. I hope I don't sound too much like 'that guy', but we might as well understand each other right from the start. Do you agree?" I'm sucking on my lips to keep from laughing or at least smiling, but at the same time his audacity is dominant enough to get me squirming against his body. I manage to do Ryan's fast head nod again, and Ray nods his head too, muttering, "Good, we understand each other. You're gonna do good as my boyfriend, I was right about that. You ready to get fucked?" I still don't trust my voice, it might betray the humor I see in Ray, or my submissiveness and he doesn't need any encouragement it that regard. He's sexy as hell to me, but his unintentional humor is hard not to laugh at, while at the same time his unintentional dominant manner can't be ignored either. I manage the fast head nod up and down, so Ray says, "You're excited, I can see that. You're doing good so far, but let's see if you can take my big cock as well as you did last time. I intend to show you that you've finally got a boyfriend who's capable of taking care of your gay sexual needs." Lying on my back now with Ray lying next to me with his arm around my neck and his face close to mine, he looks at me for a second, gives me a kiss, then says, "Don't get pissed-off, but for purposes of full disclosure, I need to inform you I'm going out with a girl I met on the job last week. She thinks I'm hot so you'll probably need to share me with her. I can handle both of you, so neither of you will feel neglected. Just want to be up front with you. I'm the guy in our relationship and guys like me might have two or three boys or girls going at the same time. You shouldn't have a problem with that since Dickers is your boyfriend, too. I already told you that was alright, but no one else for you. You understand that don't you." Oh man, I cover my mouth and do another phony cough and then manage to go, "Uh huh," and Ray smiles, "You're jealous aren't you? I can tell." He rubs my shoulder, murmuring, "Don't be jealous, I won't ignore you." After a bit, he explains, "I'm going to fuck you the way I liked fucking Terry. Flop over on your stomach." I do that, laying the side of my forehead on my crossed forearms, looking back at Ray. He grabs both my buttocks and squeezes them, then pulls them apart, "Good, no hair around your ass. I didn't remember if there was any the last time I fucked you. Nice ass, by the way." He asks, "Do you have a little pillow you could lay on? You know, under your stomach? It'll get your ass up for me?" He can never leave it at just that, of course. Before I can answer, he's saying, "I can fuck you this way, but Terry said it felt better when his ass was up a little. This is an example of how I take care of my girls whether they're boy/girls or girl/girls, not that I think you're a girl, so don't feel bad. Ya got a pillow?" I grin, 'cause he's so dead serious about everything, then I say, "Yep, I'll get it." He goes, "No, that's my job. Where is it?" I tell him to check the closet. He nimbly hops of the couch and finds a regular pillow in the closet and brings it over to me. "Lift up, Dylan," and when I do he puts the pillow under my crotch. My dick is only semi-hard now because Ray's conversation tends to reduce the sexual heat I'm feeling. He roughly spreads my buttocks again, stretching my anus, "Nice rosebud asshole, Dylan." I'm past ready to feel his cock up my ass now, but say nothing because it might get him talking again. For the second time this afternoon one of his fingers goes in my ass, "Still tight, but I'll loosen it up. I'm going to fuck you just like I fuck the chicks. It helps me keep my boner hard thinking of your asshole as a girl's pussy. It's been awhile and I'm out of practice, but I'll get back in the saddle fucking a boy's ass. You were the last boy I fucked 'cause I had to dump Terry over a year ago." His cock's head is at my anus, "No lubricated condom to help entry, so you'll just need to take it," and he forces it inside me. The head of his cock is just inside my sphincter muscle and it's immediately obvious his cock is fatter than Ryan's. From sucking Ray's dick I know it's not as long as Ryan's, but definitely fatter. The two previous times Ray fucked me it felt real good, real fast. More talking from Ray, "I'm considerate with my girls so I'll be giving your pussy time to accommodate my big cock. Bite your lips 'cause it'll ruin it for both of us if you start screaming." I'm going to scream if he doesn't shut up. Ray slowly forces his cock up my rectum while he does noisy breathing through his nose, then mumbles, "Man this feels good. I forgot the difference between a girl's pussy and a boy's pussy. It's good to be back up a boy's tunnel again. Damn, this feels awesome all over my boner at the same time; with a girl, most of the sensations come from her pubic bone." He stretches both my buttocks apart, stretching my anus sideways. His cock's not especially painful because my ass has been seasoned to accept cocks, but my stretched anus is killing me. I go, "My anus, Ray... stop stretching it. He goes, "Shhhhh," and I now feel his pubic hair tickling my butt cheeks, then his crotch is tight against those cheeks and he mercifully lets go of both of them and massages my shoulders instead. Ray lets a quiet pleasure sound out, "Aaaaaah, yeaaaah," and be begins withdrawing his cock slowly. It's fat, but already feels good so I tighten the muscles in my rectum and Ray groans, "Oooooh." He takes some quick breaths and asks, "You getting a sexual thrill yet, Dylan?" and my shoulders shudder as I moan and close my eyes because it does feel great. It's sexy having a different cock fucking me, and Ray's BO mixed with his normal body scent is in my head making my eyes blink as my ass spasms. He grunts, "You're loving it, ain't ya?" I nod my head and try not to moan again. I don't want Ray to hear the embarrassing sighs of pleasure Ryan's used to hearing when he fucks me. If Ray hears them he'll accuse me of being girlie. Ray's got a grip on both my hips now as he's pushing his boner back up my ass tightly, but when he withdraws, he pulls it totally out of my asshole, muttering, "Dammit," and pushes it back in a little faster. Leaning against me partially, he moves his hands to either side of my chest, breathlessly saying, "I'd forgotten how hot it is to fuck another boy. I'm real glad we're gonna be boyfriends, Dylan, because I'm really into this and doing you bareback is off the charts hot, dude. Terry's ass can't compare to yours. Here we go," and he starts fucking me steadily, but after only two minutes he begins thrusting faster. I bury my face in the chaise lounge cushion moaning with pleasure as quietly as I can. Ray's expressing his pleasure with various grunts, each drive up my ass with his very fat and pretty long cock ends with him slamming his crotch into my buttocks creating distinct skin against skin sounds that fill the room. He is giving me an excellent straightforward fuck and I'm soon squirming under him, moaning exactly like I do with Ryan. My whole body is alive with tantalizing sexual sensations. Ray's BO and personal scent are all I smell, and his cock driving tightly up my ass is all I know. Sweat begins dropping from Ray's face to splatter on my back and it's sweaty between my ass and his crotch during his relentless rush to orgasm. He changes his hip thrusts, driving his hard as steel boner in a more upward manner that has me moaning from the incredible sensations emanating from my rectum and prostate gland. "Ooooooh, gawwwwd, un, un, oooh," my climax is building to a powerful stage as I begin humping up off the pillow to meet his incoming cock and now Ray lets out a long, "Mmmmmmmm, oooh, ooh," and as his cum gushes up my ass, I do a long, "Eeeee, aaahhhh," and blow my load on the pillow, my body flopping upward with Ray hammering his cock in my ass. He's back to grunting as another stream of cum flies from my balls and my body flops around on the chaise lounge. Ray drops onto me, his sweaty chest sliding on my back as he does little hard humps in my ass and then shuts it down, breathing fast. His heart's beating against my chest like a hummingbird's. My cock is still sending out pleasure signals along with my cock-filled rectum. Not for long though, because Ray pulls out, muttering, "What an excellent fuck." I'm expecting some macho slaps on my ass, but he just stands up, to say, "That should hold you over for a few days. How'd you like my fucking, Dylan? Was it as good as you remembered?" I'm dizzy actually, and still out of breath with sexy sensations buzzing around. I'd kinda like Ray to do a little hugging while I come down off my orgasm high, so I say, "Yeah, you're awesome at fucking, Ray. How 'bout a little hugging afterwards though; we're boyfriends, right?" He walks toward the powder room saying, "Yeah we are, but I don't do any hugging after fucking girls so I'm certainly not going to do any after fucking you. Get serious," and he's inside the bathroom. Someone else said when the fuck is over, it's over. Was it Chubby? These straight and bi guys are about as romantic as a blow-up toy. It was a good sexual experience, but not really up there with Ryan's and Robby's. Jeez, I may have chosen the wrong side-sex partner. I mean, the laughs are good and the fuck was good, but there wasn't much of a thrill now that I think of it. Of course, any climax, especially while being fucked, is a thrill, but I'm talking about a special thrill. The make-out was hot, but all Ray's talking kinda negated a lot of the sexiness. To be honest, I thought it would be hotter with Ray. Love his whiskers though, hmmm. Okay, maybe next time he won't need to be so talkative. He comes out drying his cock on a hand towel, saying, "I washed my dick with soap and water because it was up your poop chute without a condom." I get up, feeling my ass, with nothing to say to that. Ray's cum is drooling down to my thigh, and my crotch is dripping with my cum from the pillow. Ray says, "Can I have a soda or something," as he pulls on his underwear. I mumble, "Sure, is a Coke okay?" Ray, pulls his shorts up, "Yep, that'll be great. You need to take a quick shower and then I'll treat you to dinner. Where would you like to go?" I shrug as I'm gathering up my clothes from where Ray randomly dropped them when he undressed me. "How 'bout McDonald's?" He says, "You got it; this was an awesome start for us boyfriends, wouldn't you say?" He's fully dressed looking happy and maybe a little smug. I say, "Yes, it was, Ray," and Ray says, "Ya happy I'm finally your boyfriend?" Naked, with my clothes on my arm, I put my other arm around Ray's neck smiling at him, "Yep, I am," but I'm not really so sure that I am. Maybe I'll give it another week and see how it goes. Going up the steps Ray's saying, "I knew you loved the way I fuck you from my past experiences with you, limited as they were, but I'm feeling more now from you. It's like, you're gay and I can see now from your reaction to me that I'm the kind of man you've been looking for, and that's not really a surprise to me, but don't get ahead of yourself, okay? It's just your first night as my boyfriend and I need more than just one night to see how I feel about us. No promises, but you're off to a damn good start." I grin, muttering, "I'll try my best, Ray." We're upstairs now and I'm still bare ass naked as I get Ray a Coke from the refrigerator and hand it to him. "Thanks, Dylan," as he twists off the cap and takes a drink, and then says, "You know how to treat your boyfriend right and it makes me feel special. Frankly, it surprised me that you jumped at my offer so quickly." I say, "I didn't jump at anything, Ray. I thought about it after the kiss you gave me and decided I'll give it a try." He shrugs, "I thought you'd be harder to convince, that's all. I had you built-up in my mind as this almost unattainable prize, and that's the kind of challenge that gets my juices flowing. Now that I got ya where I want ya, I'm beginning to wonder if you actually are more special than anyone else. I'm not saying your not special in your own way because you are, but now I'm thinking maybe it's you who actually won the prize. I'm not bragging, but I'm probably the hottest guy you've been with." He's getting less funny the longer he talks. I say, "I'm gonna take that shower now, Ray, but you're not the hottest guy I've ever been with." As I'm walking away, he says, "Dammit, I forgot how sensitive you are. I didn't mean to insult you." In the shower, I'm running things over in my head thinking I'll keep this experience to myself and pretend I still haven't decided on my side-sex guy. Now, I'm looking at Lee as the next candidate. It's going outside the rules of the threesome that I agreed to, but I'll only do it this one time. Somehow, while we're eating dinner, I'll explain to Ray it's not really working. That's if I can get a word in edgewise. He's not a bad kid, but he's gone off the tracks a little and getting a big head. Ryan, and certainly Robby, are much less trouble. Ray's a handful and he talks too much; he talks too much nonsense as well. Getting dressed after drying off, now I'm sorta feeling bad for Ray because so many guys misunderstand him. Maybe one more time with him and I'll forget about Lee; I don't even know if Lee's really interested in me anyway. Wearing shorts, a tee-shirt, and sandals I come out and find Ray admiring himself in the mirror. He sees me and says, "Damn good haircut, Dylan. Would you consider giving a couple of my buds haircuts?" I mutter, "Probably not, Ray, I'm pretty busy with work and whatnot." He goes, "Just asking. Okay, let's get something to eat, I feel great." He heads towards the door and for a chuckle, I say, "Aren't you going to hold my hand?" He laughs out loud, then says, "You're the gay boy, Dylan, not me. Hold your hand, my ass. Forget that gay stuff when your with me except when I'm fucking you or you're sucking my cock. Fer chrissakes, I gave in on the making-out and that's cool, but that's as far as I'll go with the gay stuff." I go, "I was fuckin' kidding, Ray," and he mutters, "No you weren't." We go down the steps silently, and at the bottom he says, "Look, we've just started going out together so help me out here. We're in the feeling-out phase of our relationship. You compromise and I'll compromise and we'll find a happy medium, okay?" He gives my shoulder a quick squeeze, "I like you, Dylan, don't worry. Who knows, maybe you'll convince me to hold your hand at some point, but don't try to rush things," and he holds my hand for a second, adding, "See, I'm already trying to please." He give me a smile and holds my hand for another second, saying with a grin, "I did it a second time too, now let's get in the car." Inside the car I press the point, not because I really want him to hold hands, but just to see what he'll say, see if I can decipher how his brain works. I say, "You hold hands with your girlfriends, don't you?" He goes, "Sometimes, but they're really girls. You just do the girl's part during sex, there's a big difference. Grow some tits and maybe I'll hold your hand." I'm back to thinking this is a bad arrangement and it has nothing to do with holding hands. The rest of the ride is Ray giving me half-compliments. Some sound like he's looking down his nose that a guy would accept the female role during sex, and some sound like he admires me for doing it. By the time we get to McDonald's, I couldn't tell you what his conclusion is, and he probably couldn't either. Inside, we're standing in line when a kid shouts over to Ray from a table with two other kids, "Ray, eat with us, ya hound dog." I look over and see three kids about Ray's age and all of them have longish scraggily hair; they're typically dressed wearing baggy shorts and tee-shirts. At first glance, none of the boys appears particularly cute or particularly unattractive, they're average looking kids. Ray says to me, "Go on over there and introduce yourself, I'll get you some dinner and bring it over. They're some of my troops who are good kids, just a little immature." I hesitate, so he says, "Go ahead, don't be shy. You'll be hangin' with us now that your my boyfriend." This is awkward, but I'm not going to stand here and argue because people in line are listening and gawking at us. I walk over and a blonde kid says, "You're Ray's boyfriend, aren't you?" That takes me totally by surprise. I stammer, "Wha? Um, did, ah, he tell you that?" He says, "Yeah, sit down and let us ask you a few questions. I'm Mark, by the way, Mark Cranston." I sit down and Mark leans over the table holding out his fist so I bump it with mine and the kid next to me, says, "I'm Devon, what's your name?" I mumble, "Dylan, nice to meet ya," and we bump fist. The third kid is tall and skinny, he says, "How ya doing, Dylan? Did Ray, you know, do you up your rear end tonight?" I mumble, "What are you talking about? What, did he do you up your rear end?" He laughs, "Hahaha, hell no, I'm not gay. Um, not that there's anything wrong with that, ya know? I'm not dissing you, dude." I ask, "What's Ray been telling you guys?" Mark goes, "He told us he's rolling with the bisexual thing for awhile; switch hitting by fucking his girls and his, you know... gay guys too. And he said you're a college kid, so we're impressed with Ray, ya know, doing a college kid. Walt Timmons is bisexual too, it's not unheard of ya know." No, but Walt Timmons, as far as I'm concerned, is somebody that I've never heard of before. My friends think Ray's a dink, but his buddies think he's 'the man'. I'm feeling uncomfortable with these eighteen year old kids grilling me. Looking over to see what Ray's doing, I see he's getting our drinks. Devon says with a giggle, "Ya looking for your boyfriend, Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, I wondered... I mean, no I'm not looking for anyone." The really skinny kid asks, "What's it feel like?" I ask, "What's what feel like?" and he says, "You know, taking Ray's big salami up your ass. Doesn't that hurt?" I say, "No, it doesn't... well, it can, but not always. Um, how do you know Ray did that, or, um, why do you think he did that, I mean?" Skinny says, "Because Ray's the man, he's the coolest. Good at basketball too. He's got a gay brother you know, which he says is the reason he's walking on the other side of the tracks to see what it's like." Ray puts the tray down, asking, "What the fuck you telling my boyfriend, Stringbean?" Stringbean says, "Nothing Ray, just that you da man," and they bump fists with Ray muttering, "Ya got that right." He sits down and passes me a cheeseburger, fries, and a lemon/lime drink. I never drink anything like Seven-Up because it sucks. Ray says, "This is my new boyfriend, guys. You straight boys don't know how hot it is to get your boners up another boy's ass." He cups my chin pulling my head up, saying, "Ain't he cute?" and Devon, who's kinda cute himself up close, says, "Yeah, he's cuter than that last dog you were fucking. What was her name?" Ray goes, "Oh, you mean Alice. Yeah, she was a dog, but how 'bout the jugs on her? Anyway, she wasn't my last girlfriend, I just dumped my last one, which opened things up for Dylan here, and he rushed right in to fill the void." Mark's got a mouthful of burger, saying, "She could have the biggest jugs ever and I still wouldn't pork her," food particles flying from his mouth. Ray and his troop of three laughs, with Ray saying, "You've never fucked anyone in your life, Mark." Oh brother, was I ever this immature? I take a bite, kinda hungry myself, and my eyes get big, as I ask, "What's this shit, Ray?" He goes, "What, your filet-o-fish? I got the same thing, and like I did with my last girlfriend, I'm gonna see that you eat healthy." Stringbean cackles, saying, "Healthy my ass. That thing's got three hundred and fifty calories and it's full of fat. Read the sign, filet-o-fish has fifteen percent protein. Ya gotta wonder what the other eighty-five percent of that skunky thing is, bet it's more than fifty percent fat." Ray's indignant, "You numbnuts, there's cheese and tartar sauce on this thing, both healthy foods, plus the fish." I say, "I don't care about the calories, this is mushy and greasy and leaves a nasty fishy aftertaste." They discuss the merits of filet-o-fish as compared to a Big Mac as I pass my sandwich to Ray. Eating my fries while these friends exchange insults, I recall Ray saying he wouldn't be going around bragging about fucking me. What a liar. Well actually he didn't do it after he fucked me; he told his buds before he did it. Guess he was pretty confident I'd come through for him. Well, that's what I get for hooking up with an eighteen year old eccentric. Dammit! I need to make better choices. It's not that I particularly care that these kids know I'm gay; I mean, I am out of the closet, but it's just not right to relate to your friends details about the sex you've just had. I've never done that. Not classy at all, that's what it is. Ray eats my filet-o-fish saying, "Okay, I should have asked you what you wanted, Dylan. Tell me and I'll get it for ya." Devon says, "You must be making good bucks, Ray, to buy your girlfriend, um, I mean your boyfriends and girlfriends dinner after you have your way with them." There's general giggling from the trio, as Ray goes, "Oh yeah, the money's good, but let me tell you about this chick I'm going out with Friday night. She works with me and sorta came on to me." Stringbean says, "That's why I call you hound dog, dude." Then the four of them go into a ten minute discussion about girls, discussing which is better, a hot ass or big tits. I've heard lots of conversation by straight guys like this one, and I used to chime in with bullshit about what I look for in a girl, but that's before I came 'out', so I don't bother faking it with these guys. Then Mark asks, "What's with that fucked-up haircut ya got, Ray. It's worse than your last one." Devon says, "I gotta second that analysis, boss," but Stringbean says, "It looks cool, Ray. Don't listen to these assholes." Ray says, "I've heard it all before and I'll tell ya the same thing I told you the last time. This is a cool hair style; it's what my teammates mostly rock, so I'll rock it too. And fuck you, but not you, Stringbean." Steingbean must be the suck-up in the group. Stringbean asks, "How do you think I'd look with that haircut, Ray?" Mark mutters, "Does the word 'dork' ring a bell with you, Bean?" Ray says, "Up yours, Mark!" then to Bean, "You'd look almost as cool as me, Stringbean. Maybe I can get my boyfriend to give you a haircut like mine. Would you, Dylan?" Mark and Devon, who dumped on the haircut go, "Ooops, hee hee, my bad, Dylan, I didn't know you were Ray's butcher, um, I mean, barber. It's a well done haircut, just not my style." Ray says, "You don't got style, Mark," then to me, "Will you give my bud a haircut?" I look at Stringbean who has light-brown wavy, long hair. Might be fun to cut that down to a burr. I ask him, "You want a haircut like hound dog has, I mean Ray has?" I pick up other guys mannerisms and jargon too easily. Stringbean says, "Well, I'm thinking about it. What do you think, Ray?" Ray's finished his seven hundred calories of filet-o-fish and says, "Go for it, Bean. You'll be my wing man, dude." Bean looks at me, "Would you, Dylan?" I guess he wants to be Ray's wing man. I shrug, "Sure, why not." Ray says, "It's settled then, after I get Dylan his sandwich, we'll take care of it. Right, Dylan?" I say, "A double cheeseburger and a Coke. Then you got yourself a deal." Mark says, "You're nuts, Bean! Get your wing man to drive you home; Devon and me are outta here. See ya later Ray, you too I guess, Dylan." They get up as Ray and Stringbean mutter, "See ya later." Mark stands behind me and rubs his hand across my head pulling it back, saying, "Kiss me goodbye, Dylan." Ray goes, "Goddamn you, Mark," and he jumps up with Mark saying, "Sorry, Ray, I'm kidding, that's all. I didn't mean nothing by it." "Keep your hands off him, all of you," then to me, "I'll get that sandwich for ya now," and Bean reminds him, "And a Coke." When Ray's gone, Bean asks, "Do you really think I'll look okay with that short haircut you and your boyfriend have?" There's always a kid like Bean in any group of friends, he just accepts he's the nerd in the group and is just happy to be part of it in any capacity. I go, "If you like the way me and Ray look with this haircut, then you'll like the way you will look with it. That's all I can tell you." He looks worried, so I add, "Change your mind if you want, Bean, that's allowed." Ray's back handing me my burger and Coke, telling Stringbean, "Waffle boy just came in with his girlfriend, he says you told him about me trying the bisexual thing. You're not supposed to be spreading that around; it's for us guys to know and it's nobody else's business." Bean looks properly chastised, mumbling, "Sorry, Ray, I thought you included Waffle in our group." Ray goes, "Well, I don't, numbnuts." Bean frowns and looks down at the table mumbling, "Sorry, I already said I was sorry." Ray's slurping the last of his soda through a straw making that annoying sound. Then he says, "Oh, it's okay, Bean. Sorry I yelled at you," and he reaching across the table with his soda cup, asking, "Ya want some, Bean?" Bean takes it and sucks on the straw making the same annoying sound Ray made. I roll my eyes; what a crew. Ray asks, "If ya still want the haircut, Bean, I'll get my boyfriend to do it for you." Bean's like, "I'm not sure, what do you think, Ray?" Ray goes, "I already told you it's cool, what more do you want me to say?" Bean sucks on the ice again through the straw, then mumbles, "Yeah, I'll do it." Ray says to me, "Finish up, Dylan, I want you to give my homie a haircut like mine." I puff my cheeks out blowing air out, then say, "Sure, Ray." He pats my back muttering, "Thanks," then asking, "What do you think of my troop?" I go, "Like you said, Ray, they're cool guys." He goes, "Yeah, and now you're one of my troop, too." My fetish loves it and overrides my common sense telling me, 'This is one of the craziest ideas you've ever had!' We dump our trash and go outside. I could really use a cigarette right about now, except Ray would be a pain in the ass about it, so it's not worth the hassle. Bean says, "I got the shotgun seat," and Ray says, "You called it first, Bean," then to me, "You get in the back, Dylan. Whoever calls it first gets the shotgun seat." I shrug thinking, 'Did my friends ever do that?' Then conclude that we did. Jesus, there's a lot of difference between being eighteen and twenty, which I'll be in a month. At my condo Bean says, "Nice place, Dylan," and we go on down to the finished basement with me staring at Bean's head of hair. This is going to be fun, and why not get another fuck from Ray afterwards too, make the best of the night. Ray says, "Take off your shirt, Stringbean, and sit on the stool." As he's doing that I get the clippers out, plus my barber scissors out. Bean's hair is almost to his shoulders so I cut the bulk of it off with scissors. The clippers would cut right through it, but it'll be fun cutting it twice: once with scissors and once with the clippers. Making the most of the situation is a good way to roll. Bean's skinny and tall and hiz shoulders slump as he sits on the stool. After plugging in the clippers, I pick up the scissors and comb. First I comb Bean's hair, and nice hair it is too. It's clean like Bean; he smells like Old Spice underarm deodorant. I then comb his bangs down so that they cover his face down to his chin. The scissors make a 'scrunch' sound as I cut near his hairline and nine inches of light brown hair falls in Bean's lap. "Scrunch" goes the scissors further over on his forehead and another big pile of hair lands in his lap. He absently picks up a handful, muttering, "Jesus...." I comb up a long pile of hair on the side and "scrunch", cut a big swath of hair the length of the scissor blades. "Scrunch" after "Scrunch" after "Scrunch," until his all his hair is cut to about two and a half inches. This is the most hair I've ever cut off anyone and it's fun! Ray's not even paying attention, he's reading an old copy of Sports Illustrated and Bean's been quiet, looking like a sheared lamb after all its wool's been cut off. I'm on a roll, so I turn on the clippers and take the two and a half inch hair on the back of his head down to a quarter-inch. I can see now that Bean, while he had a lot of long hair, doesn't have particularly dense hair because his scalp shows with the quarter inch hair. Too late now. Running the clippers up the back and sides of his head, time after time, gets the soft hairs falling in a cascade continuously from the clippers over my hand, and onto Bean's slumped shoulders before sliding to the floor. Not a sound from Bean. In deference to Bean's less than dense hair, I use the clippers over comb to cut the burr haircut on the top to a little over a half inch. Ray's is half that length. I can still see Bean's scalp, but it's not too noticeable. After blending everything and using the trimmers to outline around his ears and taper the hairs at the back of his head a little, I put the trimmers down and use both hands to vigorously massage his burr haircut getting lots of little clippings to fall on his shoulders, as some fly off to attach themselves to my shirt. After I'm done, Bean turns to me smiling, saying, "That felt good. My scalps tingly all over," so I grin at him and do it again. Ray looks up, asking, "Why didn't you give me a scalp massage?" I walk over and do it for Ray, who grins, muttering, "Cool." Bean's feeling his hair, saying, "It feels cool! I never had short hair before in my life. I like how it feels." Ray's rubbing his own head, saying, "Yeah, and it's zero trouble to take care of. Let me do that head massage, Bean." He walks over and really rubs Bean's scalp. "ooooh, that feels good," Bean coos. We sweep up the hair and dump it in the trash. I'm pleasantly surprised Stringbean is so enamored with his haircut because he went from one extreme to another; it's an amazing transformation that served him well in the looks department. With his old Jesus hairdo, parted in the middle, the same long length all around his head, and long hairs constantly drifting in his face he had the appearance of a starving homeless person. Now he looks like an all American starving teenager; that boy needs to put on some weight. Ray says, "Keep me company when I drive Bean home, Dylan," sounding like an order, but it's just Ray's manner and not meant to be offensive. If I said I was staying in for the night, that would be that. Ray's not particularly the dominant type although he is the leader of the pack when it comes to his posse. He's got unwarranted confidence, and apparent leadership ability, so long as he's not dealing with 'A' personality types. I say unwarranted confidence because he's considered a clown by many kids I know, but he refuses to believe it, so good for him. I go along for the ride hoping Ray has the same thing in mind I have, which is an encore of our earlier sex. I'm used to that with Ryan and Robby, and with Willie before that. It's something I enjoy the hell out of so why not go for it? Bean has lots of hair clippings on his shoulders and chest so I rub them off enjoying the feel of his skin. When I've got most of them off, he mutters, "Thanks, Dylan," and I give the back of his neck a squeeze because he's a good kid. He smiles at me and squeezes the back of my neck chuckling and I give a thought to having sex with a kid as skinny as Bean. It would be different, but at McDonald's, he jumped on the 'I'm not gay' theme that had a ring of truth to it. Hell, most kids aren't gay. Ray asks, "We ready to go?" Bean says, "Yeah, I can't wait to show my dad my new haircut, he's gonna love it!" We trudge upstairs and outside, then down the cement steps to the car below. Bean says to me, "My call for shotgun holds over for the night, so you have the backseat again." I shrug because who gives a shit? During the ride to Bean's house, him and Ray talk about stuff I'm not involved in, situations they're familiar with. Then at a red light Ray turns to me, saying, "Sorry you're kinda excluded from the conversation, Dylan, but you'll be one of my posse now so you'll have stuff to talk about too after awhile." Then he asks if I'll be at his basketball game on Wednesday night. Well, Rob and Ryan will be at baseball practice, so I say, "I'd like to go, Ray, but my brother will probably be using our car." Bean says, "I'll pick you up, Dylan, I can use my mom's car." Ray goes, "It's settled then. I'm working tomorrow night so I'll see you both Wednesday night and, um, I'll give you a ride home afterwards, Dylan, and you can service your boyfriend." That gets me blushing and Bean snickering, then he punches Ray's shoulder, muttering, "The hound dog." Bean and I exchange text addresses, then Ray and I do the same as we're parked outside Bean's house in a nice middle-class neighborhood. After exchanging fist bumps and saying goodbye, I get into Bean's shotgun seat. Ray says, "I need to get us some dessert to top off our date." I go, "I know something that would top it off better than ice cream." Ray laughs, then says, "It's funny the way things turn around. I used to beg you for sex and now you're begging me." I snap, "I'm not begging you for anything. It's just a suggestion." He says, "Well, I'll tell ya...." to be continued... Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty so they can keep this basically a free site. Thank you.