Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2013 05:24:15 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: Chapter 42 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO (edited 7/8/13) resent 7/21/13 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 42 by Donny Mumford Well, there goes Seth diving off in his beat-up Toyota. We had a nice time at the mall and a nicer time in my bedroom afterwards, so he left happy. I feel really good about that because he's such a good guy and he deserves some happiness in his life. Seth's also very cute so it's a little surprising he's had zero success with boyfriends. He claims he's never had a boyfriend, and he's never found an age appropriate partner for buddy sex either. Not that it's necessarily easy to accomplish either of those things as a teenager. Especially since he wasn't 'out' during his limited high school days and then when he did come 'out' at the beginning of his junior year it resulted in him leaving home. He felt he had to because his heartless parents were vehemently opposed to his so-called 'choice' to be gay. Being gay isn't a 'choice' of course, but some people still have their heads up their ass about that. There was no financial support from his mother and father so Seth worked to support himself. The long and the short of it is... in his new life style there weren't any teen boys, gay or otherwise. He worked full time to survive, lived in a run down apartment, and when he wasn't working he was studying to pass his high school equivalency test. Not much fun or leisure time available to Seth. Hell, the truth is, even if there were teens in his every day life the chances of hooking up with one of them would have been slim at best. Consider the odds against it: supposedly only one in ten boys are gay to start with, and then a high percentage of gay boys of high school age are in the closet, so connecting with one is very problematic under ideal circumstances. On the other hand, I've been extremely lucky in that regard. In my junior year a senior named Carl Denton, a very unattractive kid, basically forced me to realize the magical nature of gay sex. It was a revelation to me, and then I found a bigger revelation called 'love', but that came much later. Through Carl I met another gay boy, Willie, and he showed me a better way to enjoy sex, which is doing it with someone I actually liked. Two very lucky occurrences for me, but the real luck came when I finally talked to a boy I'd lusted after for two years, but up till then was too shy to approach. I'm referring to Robby, of course. I came up with the idea to ask him to write for the school paper and that's how we met. The biggest miracle of all was Robby also being gay, which is another example of the lucky streak I was on at the time. More luck followed when Robby became smitten with me as much as I was with him. Being gay, one thing led to another and gay boys gravitated towards one another and I discovered the wonders of sexual variety. The point is, it took a number of incredibly lucky circumstances for me to experience the gay sex life I've enjoyed the past few years. During that same exact period of time not a single lucky thing came Seth's way. It's ironic that Seth took the brave step to come 'out' only to find that there was no one to experience his gayness with. His unfortunate attempts to have protected sex with older strangers was a dismal failure, and a heartbreaking story on it's own. So here we are, Seth and me, two nineteen year old gay boys, one with unbelievably good luck and one without so much as a sniff of good luck where gay sex is concerned, until now. Life is unfair sometimes. I've been doing my evening bathroom necessities while thinking those thoughts. Then, shaking my head to get sad thoughts out, I put on the new 'One Direction' CD hoping to get in a more positive frame of mind. While listening to the CD I make Chubby's and my lunch by mixing diced chicken breasts, celery, cut-up sweet pickles, and mayonnaise. More mayonnaise on slices of rye bread before heaping on the chicken salad. Two sandwiches each for Chubby and me. Cape Cod potato chips, sixteen ounce bottles of Coke, and big chocolate chip cookies completes our lunch for tomorrow. The sandwiches and cookies get wrapped in saran wrap, then the sandwiches and sodas go in the refrigerator. Now it's time for bed. Sleep comes easily when I'm sexually satisfied and I awaken refreshed in the morning. But then I think of the day ahead and thoughts of training the obnoxious new guy, Jerry, brings me down a little. Oh well, I'm determined to ignore his absurdness and just concentrate on getting through the work day. I need to have a positive mental outlook to accomplish my goal, which is to help Robby solidify his crew. Me exposing the bizarre behavior Jerry shows me wouldn't be helping Robby at all. Anyway, Jerry's only unbearable when it's just the two of us. He gets along with the others, actually sucking up to Robby and Lee, and flattering Chubby by claiming that he is hysterically funny. Chubby's funny alright, but Jerry overdoes the laughter for just about any tiny quip Chubby makes. What a phony jackass is Jerry Cranston! I think his true personality is the one he shows me. He hasn't really warmed up to Seth yet either, but that's probably because Seth snapped at him yesterday morning about where to sit in the back of the truck. Jerry didn't like being told off, but other than that he ignores Seth. Jerry's a bully, and he's a bully who can probably back it up because he's big and tough. Fuck him though, I'll outsmart him by pretending I think his outrageous comments are meant to be funny. They're not of course, he's serious, but I'll respond as if he's joking around. It's something for me to try anyway. First order of business this morning is bathroom related, including me spending some time cleaning my backside because some of Seth's spunk has dried there. It can get a little itchy working outdoors in the heat of July with dried spunk on my ass, but it's a small price to pay considering the thrill of sex. Satisfied I've eliminated that minor problem I wash my hands really well, brush my teeth and get dressed. Then, in the kitchen I find Chubby; he's making coffee in our Keurig machine. Seeing Chubby brightens every morning for me. We do our morning quick hug, and I give his cheek the usual kiss. Chubby says, "I know you won the cheek-kissing battle, but that's because I've gotten use to your kiss every morning. Don't ever change, bro." I say, "Hmmm, maybe I'll move on up to kissing you on your lips each morning and we'll see how long it takes you to get used to that." He laughs, saying, "Show me some mercy here, Dylan. I gotta maintain my stud image for my girlfriends." I'm like, "Heterosexual men kiss on the lips in many European countries, ya know." Chubby goes, "Well then, when we move to one of those countries that's what we'll do. What's for lunch?" I tell him and Chubby goes, "Yum! You should make our lunch everyday." I go, "Ha!" and he asks, "What do you hear from our little buddy, Ryan?" I tell him the latest news as we share a cigarette on the balcony drinking our coffees, and then I grab our lunch and we're off to work. What's that thing Robby says? Something like, 'Rise early in the morn and labor till the work is done'. It's something like that, but I think it rhymes when he says it. On the way to work, with Chubby driving, he says, "I'm gonna keep an eye on Jerry as he's working with you today. Hopefully whatever shit he's been pulling on you isn't repeated today. It's really puzzling that he's an okay guy most of the time, but an asshole with you. I can't figure it out, but naturally I believe you." I say, "Well yeah, it's totally strange he gets along with everyone but me. He's neutral with Seth, basically ignoring him, which is what I'm hoping for after he's done training. Being ignored by Jerry is one of my goals." Chubby drives into the parking lot, and says, "Speaking of the devil, there's Jerry talking with Chuck Tanner." Jerry's already wearing the work uniform and now he's probably brown-nosing with the boss's boss. I go, "My immediate goal is to survive my dealings with him, and then hopefully he'll be on the crew the rest of the summer doing a good job. Of course, I'm only hoping that for Robby's sake. If Robby didn't have the turnover problem, I'd personally try getting Jerry's ass fired." We get out of the Jeep with Chubby's asking, "Have you ever talked to Chuck Tanner?" I go, "Nope, I wouldn't know what to talk to him about. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know my name." I put our lunch in the cooler, and then head for the locker room. Inside I get a sweet smile and a big hello from Seth. I bump fist with him, saying, "Good morning, hotshot," and then I greet Lee. Chubby says, "Billy Lee, good to see ya, dude." Lee's upbeat, "Jeffrey, my man, are we gonna do our question and answer thingie at lunch today?" Chubby goes, "Okay, sure thing, if you want. I'll get my brain working and see what I come up with." Lee asks all of us, "Has anybody got a recommendation for a CD? I need to update my iPhone tunes." As I'm pulling my tee-shirt over my head, I say, "Yeah, last night I was listening to the latest 'One Direction' CD. You know, that hot boy band from the UK." Chubby says, "Jesus, their hair alone makes them rock stars." I say, "Yeah, and cuteness-wise they make all other boy bands look like grotesque hunchbacks." Lee laughs, "I'm more interested in how they sing." I mutter, "Just saying," and Chubby goes, "Their second CD rivals the best of 'Backstreet Boys' or 'N Sync', but only when the music's pumped-up. Especially on cuts like, 'Kiss You' and 'Back for You'. When the cuts aren't pumped-up, like on their ballads, a certain amount of douchiness creeps in. So it's a mixed bag." Lee's changed into his work clothes now. On his way out, he says, "I'll sample a few cuts on iTunes. Thanks for the suggestion, Dylan." Chubby says to me and Seth, "It's almost unheard of for a CD to have all good cuts anyway. Like, 'Walk The Moon's' latest CD. I bought their CD last week because of their hit, 'Anna Sun' and it turns out to be the only good cut on the whole damn CD. They're probably gonna be one hit wonders." I go, "Yeah, but that's a hell of a hit. Love that song! But I have a couple of older 'Killer' CDs that contain all rockin' cuts. I like every one of them." The three of us go outside and join the rest of our crew and chat about rock music while we're waiting for Robby's supervisor's meeting to end. I glance up and see Jerry giving me a cold stare, making me avert my eyes. Damn, what's he got against me anyway?" Fuck it! I walk over to him, and ask, "What's your problem with me, Jerry. Have I done something to offend you?" Like yesterday he flicks his finger, snapping it against my nose. I go, "Ow! Dammit." Jerry smirks, saying, "Yeah, you offend me by just being you. Stuck-up, skinny pretty boys offend me. You think you're special because of your looks when the truth is you've got girlie looks, which fits I suppose since you're a fag." I shake my head, "Ha, very funny, Jerry. Um, but would you rather work with someone else? I'm sure Robby wouldn't mind." He makes a face while mimicking me, saying, "I'm sure Robby wouldn't mind," then he adds, "Why don't you give up the facade and wear a dress like you'd probably prefer." There's no sense talking to him, it just gets worse. Sticking with my decision to assume he's just goofing around with me, I chuckle, "Maybe I'll see if Dickers Landscaping has a skirt uniform." One more time, I ask, "Be honest though, would you prefer working with someone else?" He flicks my nose again, saying, "Nope. Rob assigned me to you, and I'm sticking with that. It's you who needs to do your job, like you so pompously told me you do." One more nose flick, but I move my head back and his finger only gets the tip of my nose. Still stings though. I smile like he mildly amusing, muttering, "Okay then, it's you and me," then turn my back on him to walk away and he gets a solid finger flick on the back of my head. Chubby's not watching Jerry like he said he was going to, so he didn't see this exchange. He's saying something to Lee that has them both laughing. My face is red from humiliation as is my nose and the back of my head stings, but Jerry doesn't see me getting red in the face. If I complain about him it might end up badly for Robby, plus it's kind of a pussy move, saying, 'Jerry flicked my nose, boo hoo.' No, he's got the upper hand for now, but I'll follow the plan I made last night and not take anything he says seriously. I'm going to pretend he's a funny dude with some wild notions... God, I hate him. Robby comes out of his meeting and walks around patting guys on the back, bumping fists, and wishing everyone a good morning. Then he says to all of us as a group, "I need to work at the office until lunch time, so Lee will be in charge. We have small properties to deal with today, but there's a lot of them, so lets get started." Lee passes out assignments for the morning. Jerry and I will be weed whacking all morning, so we head for the garage to get weed whackers, same as yesterday. Jerry's walking right behind me and he does that childish thing we did in middle school where you swings your foot sideways hitting one of your victim's feet into his other foot. When Jerry does it to me the same thing happens that happened to middle school kids... I stumble, then fall down and slide a little on the blacktop. My hands get brush burns on the palms, with me yelling, "Fuck!" Everyone turns around as Jerry helps me up, asking, "What happened, buddy?" He's brushing off my shoulders as if there's something there, which there isn't. I'm embarrassed, so pretend I didn't get hurt. Chubby asks, "You okay, bro?" as he gives Jerry a cold stare. Jerry's defensive, "Don't look at me, Jeff, I didn't do anything." I mutter, "I'm fine. I must have stumbled over my own feet." Damn, the palms of both hands sting. Lee says, "Let's go guys," as he drifts back to me, saying, "You've hurt yourself, Dylan? There's blood on your hand." I look down at my hand, mumbling, "I'm okay, Lee." He says, "There's a first aid kit in the locker room. It's in the first drawer of the cabinet against the side wall. You need to wash your hands and put some disinfectant on the cuts." Then to Jerry, "You get the weed whackers and Dylan will meet you at the truck." Jerry enthusiastically says, "Sure thing, Lee," then to me, "You take care of those boo boos, Dylan. I'll get the equipment." I roll my eyes, but say nothing. This is similar to what happened the first year I worked here; that year it was the freak Joel who was pure evil towards me. He never pretended to be normal, where in Jerry's case I think he's merely your basic bully. The main thing Joel and Jerry have in common is a deep dislike for me, although I'm getting the feeling they both have it in the back of their minds to fuck me. And that's both in the literal sense of the word and in the general sense as well. I may be giving myself too much credit, but my instincts tell me that's what's Jerry is thinking. If I'm right about that, could it be they disliked me so much because they know I'd throw-up in my mouth at the thought of having sex with them. They might sense that, and maybe it's why Jerry thinks I'm stuck-up. Very curious behavior in any case. I'm not as afraid of Jerry as I was of Joel. He terrorized my life for awhile until Robby almost killed him. He could have killed him too, sabotaging the ride-on mower like he did. Yeah, that's another reason not to tell Robby about Jerry's bullying. Robby escaped the Joel incident without getting caught, but who's to say he'd get away with a similar thing if he pulled something on Jerry. Inside the locker room I find the first aid kit and take it to the lavatory where I wash my hands, and that stings worse than the fall, and so does the disinfectant when I spray it on. God damn that prick, Jerry! Back at the truck I find Jerry securing the weed whackers. He looks up and says, "Yo clumsy, did ya put a band aid on your boo boo?" I mutter, "Nah, just some disinfectant." He hops down off the truck and uses his index finger to swipe upwards under my nose and up past my forehead knocking my hat off. "Oops," he goes, "You dropped your hat. Jeez, you need to get yourself under control, Dill. You're a mess this morning." My strategy isn't working so far, but it's early so I'll try it a little longer. I pick up my hat, saying, "You're in a jolly mood this morning, Jerry," then I think to myself, 'Jolly? When the fuck did you ever use the word jolly?' It's just that he has me so flustered. He mimics me, saying '"Jolly," with a lisp, then puts his arm across my shoulders and jostles me, saying, "I'm just kidding around with you, Dill. I like you and I'm just messin' with you." He jostles me some more, and puts his face close to mine, adding, "I'm not serious about those nasty things I told ya." He has a sexy scent, which surprises the hell out of me. The guys in our crew are at the truck now with the ride-on mower and the rest of the equipment, so Jerry takes his arm from my shoulders, saying, "I'll look out for you, little buddy, you're having a tough morning." Chubby gives Jerry a stare, as he asks me, "How are your hands?" I shrug, "They're okay, Chubby." He lights a cigarette motioning with his head for me to wander away from the truck with him. When we're near our Jeep he passes me the cigarette, I take a drag as he's asking, "Did Jerry trip you?" I go, "Yeah, but I'm trying a new strategy with him. Lets give it a chance and maybe he'll get tired of baiting me." Chubby takes the cigarette and after inhaling, he says, "Fuck that. I'll be watching and if I see him doing another thing to you we're going to have it out right there." I say, "Don't do that, Chubby. It'll make Robby look bad in Chuck's eyes, and he's already looking for a way to blame Robby for something. A fight in his crew would be just the something he's looking for." I take the cigarette, as Lee calls over, "Lets go guys. Jeffrey, you ride with me." We walk over as I'm whispering, "I can handle this, bro. If I can't, you and me will handle it outside of work so Robby's not involved." He mutters, "Okay, Dylan, we'll try it your way." I get up on the bed of the truck and sit with Seth. Jerry gets up right behind me and squeezes in between Seth and me, saying, "I'm not sitting by myself over there," then he squeezes my thigh with a powerful grip, saying, "I'm sure you won't mind, Dill." Seth says, "I mind." Jerry sounds contrite, "Don't be like that, Seth. We got off on the wrong foot yesterday, but lets be friends." He holds his hand out to shake hands with Seth and Seth slaps it with his hand in sort of a high five, saying, "Yeah, okay." Seth doesn't know Jerry's bullying me. As we wait for Lee to start the truck Jerry continues to be very friendly with Seth, making casual small-talk with him. Then the truck starts up and conversation stops. Jerry's leans against me and because I'm up against the tailgate I have no place to go. He yells, "Tight quarters, huh, guys?" When the truck hits a bump Jerry takes the opportunity to bounce against me so that the sides of our faces rub together. His dark red whiskers are very scratchy, but I notice his scent again. His whiskers are more scratchy than Seth's, and Ryan's feel soft by comparison. Jerry's being obnoxious so I don't think his whiskers are sexy like Seth's and Ryan's. I look at Jerry after our faces rubbed together and he stares back defiantly. He smiles and almost looks handsome, then he puts his index finger in his mouth imitating sucking it like it's a blow job. The hell with handsome, he's just disgusting! I don't think he's merely mocking me for being gay either. I again think he's either bisexual or gay, which supports my earlier evaluation that he's basically interested in me sexually. Good luck with that, ya sicko. Jerry's acting like mister helpful at the first job site, passing down everyone's piece of equipment with a cheerful comment for each guy. He's actually kinda funny with Chubby who can't help but chuckle. This is the best behavior I've seen from Jerry so far, but it's apparently what Chubby experiences when riding on the other side of the truck with him. Jerry brings down both weed whackers, handing me one smiling, and saying, "You're a good sport, Dill," and he hugs around my shoulders with his left arm again, almost picking me off the ground. With his face close to mine, he goes, "You know, I'm serious when I say I'm just messing around with you, don'cha?" I force a grin, mumbling, "Yeah, Jerry, I know." Rubbing a hand down my back, giving me chills and making my shoulders do a little shudder, he grins at that, and says, "Yeah, the guys I hang with bust each other's balls all the time, but we're buddies, ya know." I go, "Sure, my friends do that sometimes too." He says, "There ya go, and you usually bust on the guys you like the most. Huh?" He squeezes behind my neck and it's damn awkward. I go, "Heh heh, yeah I know what ya mean." We're walking to the driveway, with him saying the unexpected, "You should let your hair grow. You'd be a real knockout with that two tone blond hair of yours." He runs his hand up the back of my head knocking my hat off my head again, going, "Oops, ya dropped your hat again," now he's rubbing my head, "Soft hair," he murmurs. Picking up my hat, I stupidly say, "Seth's got the really soft hair." He goes, "Oh? Um, how would you know that?" I tell him, "Oh, um, I give haircuts to my friends, ya know?" He goes, "You don't say. No, I didn't know that. Hmmm, that's interesting and I need a haircut. How 'bout it?" I go. "Oh, ah, are we friends?" He says, "You bet we are." Okay, I'm in a bind here, but what can I do except say, "Okay, Jerry, I'll give you a haircut." He's like, "That's cool," and he pats my back, then says, "Lets get working. You start on the other side of the driveway, I'll weed whack this side. We'll have a contest to see who gets done first." He starts before I even get to the other side. I'm weed whacking at my normal speed, not really trying to beat him. Mostly I'm thinking how this just might work out after all. Maybe my plan worked. I take his bullying as just goofing around, and even though I hate the thought of giving him a haircut, if it calms the waters it's worth it. Huh, even if I was trying to beat him doing my side of the driveway I couldn't win. He's strong and the weed whackers like a feather to him, but I need to give my arms a rest every now and then. He finishes his side first, then helps me finish mine. Chuckling, he's like, "Hey, who's the trainee here? Ha ha," and another shoulder hug pulling me into him. "We're a good team, Dill." I mumbles, "Yeah, thanks for helping do my half of the driveway." Then he brings up a touchy subject again. Looking serious, he says, "You've got a submissive nature. It shows, and I like that. It takes guts to be yourself and some guys fight it, but you embrace it, don't you?" I shrug, muttering, "I'm not always submissive," which just stupidly confirms I'm aware I've a submissive nature at times. Dammit, he caught me off guard. He says, "Yeah, that's smart. Be submissive just when it counts the most, right, Dill?" I mutter, "I guess." He's got an intimidating way about him and I think I prefer when he's bullying me rather than this strange more intimate version of him. No, that's not right, this is better. He tells me, "You start doing the edging around the shrubs and I'll start doing the edging for the yard. When you finish with the shrubs I want you to start on the other side of the yard and we'll meet at some spot." I nod my head and start weed whacking around shrubbery. Okay, so he wants to be the boss. I don't care, not if it means he acts a little more civilized towards me. Ten minutes later we meet, having finished all the weed whacking for this property. The leaf blowers almost caught up with us, and when they finish the yard is done. Jerry hands me his weed whacker, saying, "Run this over to the truck for me." Taking it from him, he smiles and nods his head toward the truck, then he walks over to say something to Chubby. Fifteen seconds later Jerry and Chubby are both laughing. Apparently Jerry's mended fences with my brother. Jerry again sits between Seth and me during the ride to the next job, he's being especially cordial to Seth as he casually has his arm across my shoulders. For some reasons his behavior makes me think of how a con artist might act. Since I don't know any con artists it's only a guess on my part. Still, this is a better version of Jerry then the bullying one, and I have hope it leads to him being an asset to the crew, especially for Robby's sake. The next job goes like the first with Jerry telling me what to do. He's giving me grins now rather than sneers, and I don't care if he's being sincere or being phony. It's not my first choice, which would be him ignoring me, but it's better then earlier. The second property takes only fifteen minutes and when we're done Jerry hands me his weed whacker. I carry both weed whackers back to the truck as Jerry exchanges pleasantries with Seth, who's carry a leaf blower. We do a third lawn before breaking for coffees. It's a hot day so we leave our hats in the truck walking into Dunkin' Donuts. Jerry walks beside me with his hand on the back of my neck. It's better than being tripped. Inside he gives the back of my neck a little squeeze and then we get in line with the others. We find a table where all five of us can sit together and everyone's in a good mood, jabbering away. I couldn't imagine us doing this with Derek still in the group, so Jerry isn't quite as bad as him. Chubby and I talk about the week that we will have off work at the end of July. Jerry tells us a funny incident he had at the Cape last year when he and his girlfriend went for the weekend, without having reservations. They couldn't find a vacancy anywhere, it poured rain the whole time, they ran out of gas and one thing after another kept going wrong. They weren't even speaking to each other after sleeping in the car. A disaster of a weekend, but he tells it in a funny way being quite self deprecating too, laughing at himself for bad choices he made during the weekend. I'm even laughing along with him and the others. See, my plan worked... sort of. Apparently he's going to act civilized to me if I'm willing to overlook his bullying by pretending to not take it seriously, along with allowing Jerry to be the boss, and letting him sort of maul me a bit along the way. Not minor things, but it's only for today and tomorrow and it's getting him into the group more so he'll hopefully stay on the job. Stay on the job, that is, without being too much of a pain in my ass. I gotta help my boyfriend, Robby, out. I love him and I think he's handling the supervisor's job for our crew perfectly. He's the boss and we all respect that, but he's supervising in a friendly way which doesn't offend anyone. Hell, I love him so I'd say that, but I've heard the other guys express the same thing too. And, Jerry's the brown nose type so Robby won't have any problem with him like he had with Derek. It's going to work. After break Jerry and me are weed whacking away. We'll do this until lunch then we'll be on leaf blowers and bagging the cut grass assignment. We'll be doing that for the rest of the day. We finish the lawn with Jerry automatically handing me his weed whacker to carry to the truck and stow away for him. He walks along side me telling me about his girlfriend. When I've secured the equipment we wait for the grass cutters to finish, as Jerry's telling me, "Yeah, my girlfriend's cute, I got a picture of her right here," and he pulls it from his wallet to show me. There's Jerry with his arm around a buxom blond. I frown because it looks like she's a little overweight. Jerry says, "She's pregnant in this picture and we we're thinking she should abort because we're nineteen, going to college, and you know... it'd be nuts to try taking care of a baby too. Abortion the sensible thing to do, but at the same time it's hard." He seems a little broken-up about it and abruptly puts the picture back in his wallet, saying, "We did it last week though, and we're acting a little odd with each other since then. I took her to the clinic and it was a bitch, for her much more than me obviously." Could it be he's actually got regular human feeling along with being a bully? He probably doesn't consider himself a bully in the first place, although he is one whether he knows it or not. I mumble, "Gee, Jerry, I don't know what to say, but I think you did the right thing considering the circumstances," and think how close my mom came to abort me. He looks at me and shrugs, "It's done now, but we feel guilty about it." The ride-on mower, driven by Lee, comes over to the truck followed by Chubby and Lee with the leaf blowers. Jerry says to me, "Um, don't tell anybody, okay? I feel funny about it and I don't know why I told you except I guess I figured you'd be sympathetic." I guess he means because I'm gay. People have the craziest ideas about gays. You can't generalize about any group of people. Anyway, where's this leave my theory that Jerry's gay or bisexual? He could still be bisexual I guess, but it throws off my thinking a little now that I know he impregnated his girlfriend. He must be fucking her regularly. Hmmm, I don't know what to think. But wait a minute, Ray's fucking his girlfriend and me too, so why couldn't Jerry be a double-dipper like Ray. The important thing is that progress is being made in the way Jerry treats me, so that's good because it eliminates the possibility of real conflict. Riding to the next job he's got his arm across my shoulders again almost pulling me against him like an embrace. Maybe he's the touchy-feely type. I've know some people who are like that, always needing to touch you when talking to you. The rest of the morning goes without any bullying, but Jerry's replaced bullying with something I can only describe as affection. Any time we're walking, Jerry has his hand loosely on the back of my neck, or he does those shoulder hugs of his. Occasionally he knocks my hat off chuckling while rubbing my hair. It's weird, but he does seem more likable then before. The crew has lunch in the same park we ate at last week. We're all at a picnic table eating lunch with Chubby and Lee doing their humorous question and answer routine. How they think up the questions is amazing to me, but the really amazing thing is the quick answers from the other guy. Lee says, "My girlfriend ran a red light and it was picked-up by one of those cameras. The car's registered in my name so I got the four hundred dollar ticket in the mail. The only way I can get out of this is by identifying her in court. The problem is she already has points against her driving record, so she'd be fucked. Do I take one for the team, or what?" Chubby says, "Oh my, Billy Lee, she's put you in an awkward position alright, but at the same time you don't want to rat out the one person on this earth who hopefully is gonna give you a blow job once in awhile. Even if she says she won't hold it against you for ratting on her, I fucking guarantee it'll come back and whack you in the balls at some point. Me? I'd hire a lawyer and hope for the best." Lee goes, "Yeah, I guess that's what I'll do. Um, Jeffrey, maybe you can help me with this. A local bar I've heard about started serving 'smoking cocktails' made with liquid nitrogen. I hear the dry ice looks cool, but is this shit safe to drink?" Chubby answers, "Unless you want to cryogenically freeze your intestines, then, no, it ain't safe. I'm not saying the stuff can't be used safely by professionals, but unless your bartender wears a white coat and has a Ph. D. in chemistry, I recommend you stick with beer." We applaud that answer. They do four or five more, getting more bizarre with each one and we get in a laughing frame of mind and it's a good lunch break. Robby doesn't join us by the time Lee calls our lunch break over and we dump our trash and walk to the truck still chuckling at the answers Chubby and Lee came up with. After lunch Jerry and I work the leaf blowers, blowing grass clippings and dirt off sidewalks and driveways. The mower sends clipping on the hard surfaces and the weed whackers sends dirt and clipping all over the place. This property is at the end of a block with a long sidewalk around two sides of the yard, plus a winding driveway so we need to hustle to keep up with the mowers and weed whackers. We make it though just as the other guys are finishing up. Jerry throws up his arms in victory and then gives me a hug, saying, "Well okay, partner, we made it." All I can think about is he's hugging me against his hairy chest. I saw it yesterday when he was changing, a dense forest of red body hair. On the truck again, before Lee starts it up, Jerry asks Seth, "Did you know Dylan gives haircuts?" Seth says, "Yeah, he gave me this one," and he takes his hat off showing his flattop that's already trained to stand up straight. Jerry's like, "Wow, that's a good flattop. Dylan's giving me a haircut too," and he turns to me, saying, "But not a flattop." I shrug and actually smile at Jerry because he almost sounded excited about it, and he's acting more like a nineteen year old today too, although he still looks older. He gets his arm around my neck pulling my head over, asking, "How about today? Can you give me a haircut today? And how much do you charge?" I struggle away from his grasp, with Seth staring at us, a frown on his face. I go, "I don't charge anything, Jerry, the haircuts are free. Today after work is fine. You can follow me and my brother home." He says, "No, you'll ride with me. It's a pain in the ass caravanning because I always get stuck at a red light and the lead car may not be able to pull over right away." I mumble, "Okay, I'll ride with you." He gives me a grin and another head rub knocking my hat off for about the tenth time today. At the next job site we see Robby waiting for us, Chuck must have dropped him off. We all say hello with Robby explaining it took him longer to fill out the work forms for all of us than he expected. I don't have a clue what work forms he's talking about... not that I particularly care. Robby asks Jerry how's it going today, as Seth mutters to me, "Jerry's monopolizing your time in the truck and we don't get to mess around." I go, "Yeah, but with only one mower on the truck today we couldn't do much messing around anyway." He asks, "Can we get together Wednesday after work?" I grimace, "Um, I'd like to Seth but I gotta do something tomorrow. How about Thursday?" He says, "If I get everything done for my online classes. It's midterms for me because I started five weeks ago. They have a revolving schedule. Next week will be a lighter workload." Jerry calls over, "Lets get moving, Dylan." Seth asks, "You're giving him a haircut, how'd that come up?" I say, "I screwed-up and mentioned I give my friends haircuts and he asked if he qualifies. What could I say? I want to keep peace and harmony in the crew." He goes, "Yeah, I see what you mean." I walk over to Jerry, and he says, "I just gave a glowing review of you to Rob about how good you are at training me." I mumble, "Thanks, Jerry," and he does the jostling of me with an arm across my shoulders, as he says, "We're partners ain't we?" I mumble, "You bet, Jerry." This isn't ideal, but it'll do for now. After tomorrow we won't be together all day on the job, and how often will he need a haircut. Maybe one more time this summer and then I'm back at Merrimack and he's God only knows where. At his college I suppose. Now that Robby's with us the work goes faster with one more worker. Usually Robby works right along with the crew unlike the supervisor the first year I worked for Dickers Landscaping. Last summer I worked at Stop and Shop, not with Robby. Now that Robby back, Lee's sitting in the shot gun seat, so Chubby's in the back of the truck and Jerry's sitting with him. They're laughing at something as Seth whispers to me, "This is more like it. Sitting next to you is much better than sitting next to Jerry." I mutter, "I'll say, he was mauling me; he had his paws all over me." Seth laughs and says, "Well I can't blame him for that," as he hugs my shoulders. "Much nicer," I say looking into Seth's pretty eyes. The rest of the day goes by quickly and I've even gotten used to being fondled by Jerry as we're walking to and from the truck, and I'm thinking he's not a bad dude after all. Not someone I want as a close friend, but he's okay as a coworker. We had to work out a few things between us to get them the way Jerry feels comfortable. I'm flexible so it's no big deal to me. Just before getting on the truck after the last lawn of the day I tell Chubby about me riding home with Jerry to give him a haircut. Chubby says, "Wow, you're a real team player, Dylan. Taking one for the team by appeasing Jerry. Actually, I'm glad your plan worked out. I wasn't looking forward to us getting our asses kicked by him." He squeezes my hand, smiles, and we get on the truck. After changing into our street clothes back at the locker room, Chubby gathers his and my uniforms together to take home with him because it's his turn to wash them, and make our lunch too. He grumbles, "Not fair to have to do both." I go, "Ah, you poor baby. I'll have to do both sometimes too," and then Jerry says, "Ready, Dylan?" Chubby whispers, "Good luck with his haircut. If he doesn't like it he'll probably tie you in a knot." I smirk at Chubby, saying, "Who wouldn't like my haircutting?" I join Jerry and we walk to his car, a late model Volkswagen which seems a small car for such a big guy. Six foot, three inches with wide shoulders and a big body over all. Not fat, but big boned. When we're in the car, he says, "This is my girlfriends car. Mine's getting fixed, the fucking clutch needs to be replaced." Oh, that explains that. While driving, Jerry talks about college and how it's was easier in his freshman year than he expected. He's going to Tuffs which is known more for brainiac's then Merrimack College. At least that's what I've heard. I'm honest about my college efforts telling Jerry that my boyfriend is the driving force behind my study habits, and of course I'm thinking back on our threesome study groups that got me my highest grades. Jerry says, "I understand, guys like you are all about having fun and those of us who are more serious need guys like you in our lives to lighten things up." What's he mean, 'Guys like me'? Does he mean because I'm gay I like to have more fun, or is he referring to my submissive nature? I don't know, but does it really matter what he means anyway. I'm very pleased how today turned out. Like I said, it wasn't perfect by a long shot, but it was much better then yesterday. I'm giving him directions to my condo and we're soon there with Jerry parking at the curb below the condos. We walk up the steps and Jerry's very light on his feet for such a big person. Inside the house Jerry says, "Nice little place. Do you and your brother and mother and father bump into each other a lot?" Kind of a rude thing to say, although he didn't say it in a rude way. I go, "It's just me and my mom. Chubby lives in the condo above us with his mom. Our father died when he was seventeen, or it was eighteen I guess." He looks at me, "You mean, um, well it's none of my business. Do you have a bathroom in your bedroom?" I go, "Yes, it's through that door there." I assume he needs to pee or something. He says, "Well, come on then," and I ask, "Why?" He says, "To shampoo my hair, of course. I've never had a haircut without the hair stylist shampooing my hair first. They tell me it's the only way to insure the hairs all relax into their proper length." I say, "I've never heard of that and I've never shampooed anyone's hair before a haircut." He gets his arm around my neck, saying, "There's a first time for everything, buddy, let's go," and he sort of drags me with him into my bedroom. His left arm is around my neck, and with his right arm he picks up my desk chair on the way through my bedroom. In the bathroom he places the chair about ten inches in front of the sink, with the chair facing away from the sink. What the fuck.... I go, "Wait, Jerry, I, um, ya know, I don't give shampoos. Um, I just never have." He laughs, "It's not rocket science, Dill. Just shampoo my hair like you shampoo your own hair." He pulls a hand towel off the rack and folds it, then places it at the top of the chair's back. He sits in the chair with the back of his neck resting on the towel and then tilts the chair back so the front legs are off the floor. Jesus, I hope the chair doesn't break, Jerry's gotta be over two hundred pounds. Jerry's facing away from the sink, his head over the sink. He goes, "Be vigorous, if you don't mind. The shampoo is the best part of a haircut experience." I go, "Experience? It's just a haircut. Um, okay, I guess I'll shampoo your hair. This is a first," as I'm thinking of Robby shampooing my hair that time I put gel in it. It was quite a pleasant experience now that I think about it. When the water's warm I pour handfuls of it onto Jerry's hair turning his hair even a darker shade of red. You know, I might like to do this for certain guys, but Jerry unfortunately isn't one of them. When his hair is soaking wet I pour on shampoo and work it in with both hands. He's got ridiculously thick hair and lots of it. It's about seven inches long on top and almost covers his ears on the sides. I ask, "What kind of haircut do you want, Jerry?" He goes, "I've been thinking about that. Working outdoors for the rest of the summer I'm thinking it should be short, and something that I don't need to fuss with, but not so short it sticks up. Your the hair stylist I'll leave the decision up to you." Oh great, I'm going to be tied into a pretzel if I get it wrong. Then as my fingers are massaging his head and shampooing his hair, I think, 'Oh no, I don't have a barber's cape. He'll be shirtless with his hairy body making me ill. The chest hair Ray and a few posse guys have is sexy, but not all that red hair on Jerry's body. No way that's sexy." I say, "Oh, I just remembered something, I don't have a barber's cape. Do you mind if I use a towel or something to wrap around your shoulders?" He says, "Hair will still get on my shirt. I'll take my shirt off, but it's inexcusable you don't have a proper cape." In my head I think, 'Fuck you and the cape,' but he's been civil to me for most of the day so I let it slide." I find I'm sorta getting into this shampoo deal. All these creamy shampoo suds, and now his thick hair isn't looking so bad to me, plus it's got great texture. It's sort of soothing running my fingers through the slippery shampoo moving his mass of hair here and there with my fingers rubbing his scalp. Jerry's apparently enjoying it too. His body's relaxed, his eyes are closed, and there's a slight smile on his lips. I concentrate on the scalp massage and after a minute or so he murmurs, "You're doing a great job, Dill. I sorta thought you would. My hair stylist is gay too. Since I'm bisexual he gives me special shampoo treatment much like you're doing." He slipped in that bisexual comment so easily, as if I already knew he was. Well I did suspect it and I asked him if he was when he got me exasperated yesterday, but he avoided the question. I hesitantly say, "Oh, I didn't know you were bi, Jerry." He quietly says, "I don't tell a lot of people and you're not to either, but yeah I have a guy I hook up with once or twice a month when the urge hits, but mostly I'm straight." I go, "Oh, uh huh," but feel a little worried about him telling me. Does he expect something from me? Jesus! I'm nervous now. Thinking about that, I begin cupping water in my hands to begin the rinsing process, but Jerry emphatically goes, "NO! More shampooing." Then he adds, "Please, if you don't mind. I'm really enjoying this, you have talented fingers." So I add more shampoo and get into it again. The shampoo goes on for fifteen minutes and I think I can see the beginnings of a boner in Jerry's shorts. I could be wrong, but that's what it appears to be. And then I realize my dick is pretty firm too and, yeah, shampooing a guy's hair is kinda erotic, but someone besides Jerry would be better. Still, I almost have a boner. It kind of pisses me off because I don't find him sexy at all. Finally I'm losing interest, and ask, "Can I stop now, Jerry, my fingers are tired?" and get mad at myself for asking. I should just stop when I want to. He says, "Just two more minutes, Dill, then rinse and blow dry." I roll my eyes, blow dry, what's he think this is, a fancy salon? Okay, I know Jerry's bossing me around, and I'm accepting it because it's for a good cause, and not just for Robby's sake either, I need Jerry to lighten-up on me too. Even though I'm flexible, I still have a limit to what I can take. If Jerry continued acting towards me the way he did yesterday and first thing this morning, work would be hell for me. I'd eventually snap and nothing good would come from that. This is not a small matter where Robby and I are concerned, but it is a small matter to me if Jerry needs to be bossy. It's ironic how I usually like bossy when my boyfriends are involved, but this isn't the case with Jerry. It's not a sexual turn-on thing with Jerry, more a survival thing. I go about three minutes longer, just to be sure, then begin rinsing the shampoo out of Jerry's hair using cups of water. I have plastic cups for rinsing toothpaste out after brushing, although I usually just cup water in my hand for that. He's got a lot of hair and a lot of shampoo in it, so the cups of water work better. It's takes many cups, but his hair is finally rinsed very well. I towel dry it and then he sits forward with all four legs of the chair on the floor. I comb through his hair to get out tangles, then get the hair dryer from the cabinet under the sink and plug it in. I haven't used a hair dryer for a couple of years because, starting with Willie, my boyfriends keep my hair very short. It's funny, but they all have that in common, with Willie being the worst one. Wicked short haircuts on my head when Willie was in charge. I miss him, but it's best not to stir that pot again. His pride won't allow him to call me after I rejected his offer to get together last time he called. The only way we'll be getting together again is if I call him and I'm resistant to that idea, and hope I can remain resistant. He was getting way too dominant with me and after Ryan taught me that lesson I see that I'm susceptible to being way too submissive. I brush Jerry's hair as I blow it dry with the noisy hair dryer. Finally it's crackling with electricity and totally dry. He has pretty nice hair clean like this, but dark red isn't a color I particularly like. Light red hair is an awesome, but a rather rare color for hair. I say, "All done, Jerry," and he murmurs, "That was delightful, Dill. Thank you. Where do you do the haircuts?" I go, "In the finished basement." He's like, "Lead the way," and that's what I do. I'll clean-up the bathroom later. In the basement I point out the stool he'll sit on, but when he tries it out he's too tall. I'd have to reach way up cutting his air. He says, "Go upstairs and get the desk chair." It's a little grating the way he said that, so to show a some independence I get a kitchen chair instead. He takes his shirt off and all that red body hair is kinda blinding at first. He has hair on his shoulders and part way down his back. Not that it's all that rare I suppose. You see it on the Wildwood beach all the time. I block it from my mind and get out the barber tools. Jerry asks, "Where's your spray bottle?" I shrug, "What do you mean?" He says, "You can't cut hair dry," and I go, "Why not?" It's his turn to shrug, "I don't know, the hair stylist always wets my hair first, that's all I know." I go, "It's not necessary," and I run a comb through his hair, asking, "Can you give me a hint how short you'd like it?" He says, "I don't know, short but not so short it sticks up. I want it to lay flat." I say, "Well the sides will be short, and away from your ears." He says, "Whatever, Dill, you're the hair stylist." I mutter, "I'm a barber." As I turn on the clippers, he says, "This will be a new experience. It's rare the stylist uses clippers, usually just in the back a little." I go, "Uh huh," and run the clippers, with a five/eight inch guide, part way up the side of his head and a great deal of red hair fall off my fingers and onto his shoulders getting caught in his body hair. After five swipes of the clippers, he mumbles, "I wish you had a barber's cape." Yeah, and this is the first haircut I've given that I wish I had one too. Finished going around his head with the clippers, it'll be all scissor work from here on. I could use the clippers, but I don't get a chance to do a lot of scissor cutting. I have professional barber's scissors and they're extremely sharp. With Jerry's thick hair I'll probably get a chance to use thinning shears too. This is turning out to be kinda fun, even though it's Jerry. Starting with the long hair above the clipper cut, I comb up hair and slice it off easily with the scissors, then a little higher up and so forth tapering the hair on the side and back of his head. It's looking good, but scissor cutting takes longer so this is one of the longer haircuts I've given in quite some time. There's a lot of cut hairs on Jerry's shoulder and torso. He notices it too, saying, "I hope you have a plan for getting these hairs off me, Dill. You do have a plan, don't you?" The answer to that is, 'No,' but I get an idea and comb through the hairs on his shoulder using a fine-tooth comb and almost all the loose hairs fall to the floor, but I still need to put my fingers in his body hair to get the rest of the cut hairs, ugh. I brush his shoulder and the cut hairs come free, so I have a plan after all. I say, "Feel your shoulder," he does, muttering, "Good, boy, Dill, you're a very clever fellow." I say, "Thanks," and he asks, "Do you have a hand held mirror I can use to see how it's coming along?" I pass the mirror to him and he appraises the side I've finished. He reaches up and runs his fingers through it, then through the hairs in the back, saying, "This is cool looking, Dill. Feels sexy too, but how about going a little shorter. My girlfriend's been nagging me to get a short haircut and it looks like you're the guy who can do that. It's very well cut." Jeez, he can be a regular guy at times. I mutter, "Thanks," and go over the side again cutting about an additional half inch off with Jerry watching in the mirror. He says, "You make it look so easy. That's perfect." I didn't expect him to be so complimentary. I expected the opposite. Apparently I'm not going to get tied in a knot after all. I recut the back and then match the length on the other side of his head. Lots and lots of dark red hair everywhere. It looks so much better short and it doesn't look as dark as it did when it was long. I comb the bangs forward and the hair comes down past his nose. I cut across the hairs, halfway up his forehead, and a ton of hair falls on his lap. He leaves it there. Then I comb the newly cut bangs up and back, cutting off another inch and a half and work towards the back of his head cutting off tons of red hair. Damn, I get a kick out of cutting long hair to short and my dick is sorta firm, feeling really good. Jerry says, "Not to be picky, Dill, but again I'd like it shorter, but on top this time." I say, "It's only about an inch and a half now, Jerry. If I go much shorter it might stick up on the crown back here," and I cup the crown of his head, adding, "And I'll need to take the sides shorter or they'll be longer than the hairs on top. He goes, "Okay, do it, but just the hairs on the crown sticking up, that sounds like a sexy look too." He turns his head to look at me, saying enthusiastically, "I'm really enjoying this. Thanks, Dill." Another thank you, which is another surprise, but I'm very pleased to discover he can be polite. I say, "I'll use the clippers again to keep it even at a shorter length." He shrugs, "You're the stylist," and I mutter, "Barber," as I put on a guide on the clippers and run it around the sides and back. Then a shorter guide to cut the lower part of the sides and back, blending in with the slightly longer hairs above. This hair cut has gone on for over a half hour now, and counting. Using clipper over comb technique I cut the hairs on top down to about and inch, getting shorter going from front to back and the hairs at the crown end up being just long enough to lay down. He's still watching his reflection in the mirror. He says, "I kinda would like to see the hairs sticking up back there. My girlfriend will squeal when she sees it." So I accommodate his wishes and cut the hairs shorter so they are too short to lay flat. He says, "Perfect," and I'm finally almost done. Using the trimmers to outline around his ears, and then taper at the hairline in back, I go, "Ta da, all done, Jerry," as I ruffle through his hair with both hands getting all the cut clipping off his head. He says, "You're not quite done, you need to get all these clippings off of me, and don't you have one of those massage machine to massage my shoulders?" Not knowing what he's talking about, I go, "I don't have a machine, but I can massage your shoulders." He says, "Okay, I always get a shoulder massage to relax me before the haircut, but you do it afterwards apparently, so we'll do it your way." I'm combing through the hair on his shoulders, then brushing through the shoulder hairs with my hands. I might as well get use to touching his body hair since I'll be massaging his shoulders. Taking a deep breath I start in running the comb through the hair on his back, and then his chest. Very weird, I must say. It takes a couple of minutes, but I'm use to the feel of his body hair by now. It's not creeping me out as much as I thought it would. He mutters, "Now my lap." Taking another deep breath, I begin combing his lap to get off the hair. I can't tell if he still has a boner, although I have a partial one myself. He stands up and we both wipe at his lap, with him laughing, "You're giving me a hard on, Dill. You gay guys are awesome. Ha ha." So he does have a partial boner too and it feels big. Ya know, to me there's something sexy about giving haircuts and that's turned-out to be true even though it's Jerry. A little surprising. All the hairs are off his lap and his body so he sits down again and I massage his big shoulders, ignoring his shoulder hair, and the back of his neck, then his scalp. It's not turning me off like I expected it would. That's a bit curious. It goes on for five minutes, then Jerry says, "You got me all tingly, Dill. Come around here in front of me now." I do that wondering what's up. Still sitting, Jerry puts a hand on each of my shoulders and gently pulls me close to him, in between his knees, looks me in the eyes, and says, "I was a little rough on you a few times yesterday and this morning, and you stood up to it real well, meaning you took it without complaining to anyone. I liked that and it's emboldened me to make a proposition to you. First a true confession. You're maybe the sexiest looking male I've ever laid eyes on, and for some reason I let that fact piss me off. Maybe it's because you were sexually arousing to me without even trying, and I consider myself mostly heterosexual. It shook me up how attracted to you I was from the start. Usually the bisexual thing has been nothing more than a side hobby, but you brought it to the forefront and it made me mad at myself. Being a jerk, I took it out on you and I apologize for that. Now here's my proposition. To relieve this sort of infatuation I have for you and allow me to get myself back to acting normal with you, I'm hoping you'll agree to have sex with me today. Just once and I'll get it out of my system. I know myself well, and can guarantee this will solve my problem and allow for you and me to be friends. Not only won't I pick on you anymore, nobody else will either or they'll need to deal with me." I thinking, Oh goody, my own body guard. Jerry says, "I swear it would be only this one time, just this once right now, and you've got my word of honor I'll never pester you for sex again or be anything but cordial to you. I just gotta have the thrill of fucking that awesome ass of yours. What do you say? I know it bizarre, but I'm asking you please. I've got a condom in my wallet, although I had no idea I might be using it with you. Can I Dill? It's up to you, because I won't force you to do it." I'm looking back at him astounded, astounded mostly that I'm thinking about giving this serious consideration. Jerry's being totally up front about it and asking in a nice way. Then there'd be no more tripping or nose flicking, instead a smiling good guy, and he'll probably stay on the job. He's watching me watch him. He squeezes my shoulders a little, opening his eyes wide, like, 'What do you say?' I say, "Um, I'd feel kinda cheap doing that, Jerry. Ya know?" He nods his head, "Yeah, I thought of that and all I got to counter that thought with is this: I don't think you'd be cheap or slutty at all. I'd think you'd be a damn good guy doing a friend a huge favor. I got this thing about you and I know myself, one time is all I'll need to scratch the itch, so to speak." Huh, I use that itch metaphor for having my fetish satisfied sometimes, and I say, 'So to speak' too. We've got something in common. Plus, he's come up with a good rationalization for me to do it, and a reason I wouldn't be cheap doing it. Yeah, help out a friend. Hmmm, doing the haircut was fairly sexy and I'm raved-up from that. I've been trying to make a friend out of him, or a coworker anyway. Okay, I'm gonna do it although I'm not sure how turned-on I'll get. That's not the point though; it's how turned-on Jerry is about doing it. I guess it's flattering too... if it's not smooth talking bull shit, that is. I say, "Since you put it that way, Jerry, I gotta say, yeah. I'll do it as a favor for you." He's excited, "Thanks, "Dill, you're awesome!" He stands up, and goes, "Okay, let me push my luck. One kiss, please, I gotta kiss your sexy lips once in my life. I won't take advantage of it, just one kiss." Well, if I'm gonna let him fuck me, I guess I can throw in a kiss." I nod my head and he lifts my chin so I'm looking up towards his face. He leans down and kisses me and sort of sucks on my lips. He has puffy lips himself that feel amazingly sexy on mine. His big hand goes behind my head holding my head gently, and from habit I open my mouth a little and his tongue goes in my mouth. It's a nice tongue, neither mushy nor too hard. It's obvious he knows how to kiss and must do a lot of it, so it's pretty much an expert kiss. I have my eyes closed feeling his scratchy whiskers around my lips and all over my chin, plus some on my cheeks. God, it's becoming sexy and my hands go to his waist as he sucks on my tongue and I feel my cock getting hard. My hands go around his neck, seemingly on their own as I concentrate on not moaning. He's moving his head, lips, and tongue with his whiskers seemingly everywhere and it's very sexually arousing to me. I've already mentioned Jerry has an unexpected hot sexy scent about him, and everything about this kiss is such a winning combination, a moan comes from my throat, "Mmmmmm." My body's against his hairy chest with my hips humping his thigh. He does one last suck on my tongue and pulls away with his lips making a wet smacking sound as the let go of mine. I grope my crotch, staring at him, kinda shocked at myself He goes, "Oh my God, Rob is such a lucky kid. That was amazing, Dylan." Oh, it's Dylan now. He shakes his head, mumble, "God, you're sexy. Okay, I got the kiss checked off my list and what a hot kiss! Where should we do, you know, the rest? Is doggy style okay?" I'm still a little breathless from the kiss and my cock's throbbing. I'm seeing Jerry much differently then before. I came to like shampooing his hair, the haircut was down right sexy fun, even getting the clippings out of his body hair was sexy in the end, and now that amazing kiss. Plus he looks so much better with short hair, it's like an unbelievable change in him. Biting my lip, I go, "We can have sex down here if you want, and doggy style is one of my favorites." He's being very nice too, which helps everything along except he might try being a tiny bit more bossiness, although I can't very well suggest it. Jerry's saying, "Jesus, what a sex pot you are! Okay, do you always have sex naked?" He notices I'm getting undressed. I'm used to getting undressed for Ray and absently began taking my clothes off. What I was thinking about mostly is my boner and hoping it will go down. I go, "Oh, um, I don't mind being naked," and Jerry's like, "Neither do I, Dill," as he takes off his shorts. His shirts already off, although from a distance it might appear he's wearing a red sweater. I drop my jockey shorts and Jerry stares, then asks, "Did you get that hard on from my kiss?" I blush, mumbling, "Yeah, I get boners easily." He hugs me to him and sorta breaks his word by kissing me again. I can't help it, my bare hairless chest is encased in his furry chest hair and my arms go around his neck again and this time my tongue goes into his mouth. Jerry really gets into the kiss and we both do a quiet, Mmm,mmm." He's the one who breaks the kiss this time too. He goes, "Jesus, you're freakin' nuclear hot." My face blushes because of the way I went at the kiss. I mutter, "Um, I just want to keep my part of the bargain." He chuckles putting a hand on each of my shoulders and sort of pushing me back a little. I guess I was clinging to him. He says, "I don't usually kiss with my sex partner. Heh heh, the truth is we've never kissed. I just felt differently about you, but you're a guy so a long make-out isn't something I'm interested in." I must have had a startled look on my face because he quickly adds, "Not that it wasn't, um, sexy and awesome sharing a kiss with you." Then to change the subject I suppose, he backs up and looks at my body. saying, "That's a good looking dick you got there, and I like that you shave your pubic hair. That's so cool. You've got a lot of balls doing that, Dill. Most guys would be self conscious without pubic hair." Then he takes his hands from my shoulders and pulls his pants off, and I gulp. His cock has a mushroom head like Ray's. It's only the second one I've ever seem. Jerry's is a little bigger around and slightly longer than Ray's. Jerry says, "I'm hung pretty good, not that I had anything to do with it. Hope my cock doesn't scare you." He's being so nice and I'm not sure now if the bully personality, or this nice one, is Jerry's predominant personality. He's shaking his head slowly, muttering, "Man, you have almost a perfect body. It's like a Greek statue, except with a bigger organ. Gay lads must be falling all over themselves trying to get your attention." I mumble, "Not really." He's stroking himself, then asks, "Can you help me get this thing hard. To be honest with you I get a little nervous with gay sex. I'm more comfortable with regular sex, but doing it with a guy once or sometimes twice a month is awfully good too. I just feel out of my element a little bit when I'm doing it." I bend over to pick up the clothes I dropped on the floor, and Jerry goes, "Oh my God, there's that perfect ass of yours. God! It's so much hotter, um, when it's bare as in naked." He does seem a little flustered. Ya know, I think he's being straight with me about all this. Anyway, I'm a little nervous myself. You know, because of his cock's girth, but I'm also strangely anxious to experience it. As of eight o'clock this morning I wouldn't have believed in a million years I'd be giving Jerry a shampoo and haircut, never mind kissing him or having sex with him. What a shocker! He says he needs help getting a boner so I naturally go down on my knees and take his cock from him and stroke it. What a hunk of meat this thing is. Jerry mumbles, "Damn, I never expected this much help." I put the mushroom head of his cock in my warm mouth and lick it like an all-day sucker. It gets hard pretty fast as Jerry makes a hissing sound between his teeth, then mutters, "Holy shit, you're awesome." The mushroom head on his cock fills my mouth pretty much, so there's no way I can get it in my throat. All I can manage to do is stroke the shaft and suck the head. I do that and feel it growing fatter and longer in my fist. Holy shit is right. This will be the biggest cock that's ever been up my ass. It'll condition my rectum nicely for Ray's smaller version tomorrow night. Can I believe myself? I find I'm really looking forward to Ray letting me back in the posse, and then him fucking me after the basketball game. He's really captured my imagination somehow. It probably has something to do with me missing sex with Ryan, and Ray's bossy in just the right dosage too. That satisfies my submissive side. Okay, Jerry's cock is really hard and large now. It's too big and heavy to stick straight out like mine does. Jerry steps back after drooling precum in my mouth. A string of it breaks off as his cock pulls from my mouth and the string wets my chin. Nice taste to his precum. He's breathing deeply, grinning and mumbling, "I think I'm in over my head with you, Dill. Never had a sex partner into sex as you are. Damn, you're smoking hot." I'm not sure why he thinks I'm smoking hot... I'm just doing the normal stuff involved with having buddy sex. Is Jerry my buddy though? I guess after today he will be, but this is one and done as far as sex with him goes. He's opening a condom packet, saying, "I'm excited now, Dylan, would you get on your hands and knees?" I do that, thinking, 'He called me Dylan again. Guess I'm winning him over'. Jerry comes over as I look back at that big boner of his. I say, "How about giving my ass a couple of smacks to loosen it up." He chuckles, then asks, "You're not serious, right?" I go, "Yeah, just a couple of smacks." He shrugs, and wallops the hell out of my left butt cheeks and I slide forward on the rug irritating the brush burns on the palms of my hands. The butt cheek quivers and stings as the other one gets a smack that echoes in my ears, as I yell, "Ow, oh man!" The stinging seems to get worse, as he mumbles, "Sorry, but I'm just doing what you asked me to do. Want a couple more? I go, "No, no that's enough!" He says, "Your ass is bright red. Is it okay to start?" I nod my head and he lines up his cock as I stare back at his hairy legs. The mushroom head is pushing against my anus just spreading the lips slightly. There's plenty of lubricant on the condom though, and that's helping spread the lips wider. He says, "Tight, Dill," pushing harder. I look to the front now, hanging my head between my arms as my anus stretches some more. Now it feels like he's going to split the lips of my ass, as he mutters, "Almost in, I'm going slow." Okay, it's officially painful now, and then it's inside my ass, feeling like a telephone pole. Jerry groans, "Oh, dude, this is beyond belief." He's gripping my hips as he continues pushing the telephone pole up my ass and it hurts, but I love how full my rectum is. It's hard to explain, but to me this is the best feeling in the world. Oh, it's so fucking full back there! Jerry goes, "This is fantastic. It's like your ass is hugging and pulsating on my boner." Well, my rectum's pulsating alright and that delicious pain/pleasure sensation has my head shaking and my shoulders shuddering already, so God only knows what will happen when I climax. He's still going up my ass with my anus stretched deliciously and my rectum scrambling to accommodate this telephone pole of a boner. His thick pubic patch finally covers my buttocks and his hairy legs tickle the outside of my thighs. Jerry grunts, then mutters, "I'm loving this. What an ass on you, Dill... it's just phenomenal. Trouble is I feel like climaxing already. Never experienced anything quite like this before. Jake can't compare with you." I suppose Jake is his buddy sex partner. The pain is fleeing quickly from my talented and experienced rectum, and the pleasure sensors are intensifying their signals to the sexual pleasure center in my brain giving me a sexy squirmy feeling all over my body and I let out a moan, "Ooooh, god, mmmm." The sensations fill my head just as quickly as the pain left and again my shoulders shudder and I do another quiet moan, "Ooooh, mmmm." He asks, "Feel good, Dill?" I'm sucking on my lips nodding my head, and as he begins withdrawing I let out a long, "Mmmmm, oooh, Jerry it feels so good now." The mushroom head distends the lips of my anus, pulling them backwards more than I'd have thought possible, and then he's pushing it back up my ass as my whole body shakes with me biting my lip and whimpering because it feels so good. He says, "I got you now," and he starts a steady fucking with his hairy crotch and legs adding something different to the experience and I'm already pushing back into his thrusts. Jerry rubs the palm of one hand down my back giving me chills and goose bumps. His other hand massages my left butt cheek and I'm into one long moan of intense sexual pleasure with my boner sticking out from my body so hard and tight it's just this side of aching. Precum drools from my cock as my body rocks from his harder thrusts, that keep getting quicker and quicker as Jerry gasps and groans. His hands cup my shoulders now as he pulls me forcefully into each hard thrust. He's really strong and big and I feel so skinny and small and hairless with his huge cock plowing my ass and his large hairy body dominating me. It's like I'm this little thing completely under Jerry's control and a deep submissive trance descends on me intensifying the incredible sensations in my rectum and anus. My cock quivers from the tightness, barely moving as he forcefully pulls me back into his hairy crotch, his big boner electrifying my rectum and has it screaming with pleasure of all kinds. My prostate is like a church bell gonging with so much sexual pleasure I can almost hear it. My head's back as I make the most embarrassing sounds of sexual pleasure ever, "Aaaaah, mmmm, Jerrrrry, ooh, ooh, umm, ohh," feeling like a little kid compared to Jerry and his telephone pole of a cock. Jerry's mostly making loud grunting sounds now. It's on me now, the volcano of pleasure intensifies to an unbelievable level as my back arches and I squeal loudly like a girl with a mouse on her foot. Lots of creamy cum pours from my cock, splashing on the floor and splattering my thighs. Then it's like I pass-out as four more shots of spunk fires from my cock and all I see for a few seconds of exquisite sexual pleasure is blackness as I try absorbing all the sensations of orgasm. Jerry goes, "Ooooh! Fuck!" and lays on my back doing little humps, filling the condom, as my vision become technicolor again. My arms give out with the weight of Jerry on my back and I flatten on the floor, laying in my own cum. That seems to happen to me frequently. The brute lays on me humping his hips and awesome sensations still sparkle in my ass as I groan and my body shakes. I'm feeling small and helpless but incredibly well taken care of as the awesome aftershock sensations zoom around my body before slowly calming down. I go, "Ooooh," quietly. Then he's done. Jerry mutters in my ear, "Christ! I saw fucking stars when I climaxed. Holy shit, that was everything I thought it would be and much more." He pulls his cock out making a sloppy pop sound when he forced the mushroom head past my sphincter muscle. My ass is wet with lubricant, but empty of spunk. Unusual situation for me. I'm weak, my ass wide open, still quivering and vibrating. Jerry gets a hand under each of my armpits and drags me up. I'm shaky on my feet and standing bowlegged again with my ass pushed out; I'm off balanced and stumble against Jerry. Ray's not the only one who can fuck me into this bowlegged stance. Willie's done it a few times too. Jerry's body hair is very soft as he puts his arms around me; they're hairy too. It feels safe and comfortable in Jerry's arms, and then I realize I'm still in my submissive trance and of course Jerry has no idea about that. I stand still in his arms a second trying to gather my thoughts, then take a deep breath, thinking again, 'Jerry smells good,' and then force myself to back up away from him. In a submissive mood I could make a complete ass of myself if I'm not careful. Jerry says, "You're one in ten million, Dylan. I've never run into anyone like you before. You made it seem like I was the dream of your life come true, and you're participation in sex is extraordinary. I sincerely thank you for allowing me to fulfill this fantasy I had about you." I'm not sure what he means by all that, but it's helps to get my brain back to planet earth. After a dominating fuck like that, dominating because of his size and huge cock mostly. It's like if he had sternly said 'suck my cock' and then slapped my ass again I'd be gobbling his huge cock until he told me to stop. Fortunately he isn't aware it was a dominating fuck and that I sometimes get in these submissive trances. He thought it was just me willingly participating in our sexual act. I mutter, "It was quite an experience alright, Jerry. You fuck really good." He asks, "Is there a bathroom down here?" as he pulls off his condom and holds it at his side. I point to the door for the half bath staring at the large bubble of spunk at the nipple of the condom. It's bigger than a ping pong ball. This past hour or so is maybe the most surprising, unexpected period of time in my life. Jerry flushes the toilet and I hear the facet of the sink go on so I assume he's washing his cock. Slowly getting dressed I blush thinking how embarrassed I am about all my moans and squeals. Not too cool to say the least. Jerry comes out and smiles at me, then gets dressed, saying, "Damn, I checked out my haircut again and really like it. Thanks, man. I appreciate everything you did for me this afternoon. It was truly an awesome time and you got a bud in me from here on out. I keep my word, so don't worry about me nagging you to do this again, although I would like another haircut from you, if you're willing. You know, in a month or so." Huh, no mention of my embarrassing moans and squeals. I appreciate that. I'm thinking how I wouldn't mind doing the whole thing again when he comes for his next haircut, but don't say that. Instead I go, "Sure thing, Jerry." Dressed, Jerry pats my back, saying, "You're a special person, Dylan, thanks again." I walk upstairs with him and he gives me a grin, asking, "This is between you and me, right? I don't mean the haircut, but the rest. I'd be embarrassed if it got out." I go, "Mum's the word, Jerry. No one will hear about it from me." He give my shoulder a pat and he's gone. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Thank you