Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2014 05:33:17 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 48 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 48 by Donny Mumford It was an awesome date with Robby tonight. He left for home twenty minutes ago and now I'm in bed laying on the same sheets we had sex on. As a matter of fact, we had sex twice tonight... a two bagger with Robby, and what could be nicer than that! I shot a load of spunk up Robby's ass and a couple of hours later he shot his load up mine. Nice symmetry there. I fall asleep with a smile on my face, and when I wakeup in the morning the first person I think of is Robby. Then I realize it's Saturday, which means it's Travis Pickles' night with my boyfriend. Hmmmm, to be fair... it's also Ray Ellis' night with Robby's boyfriend. Groping my cock I'm thinking about that for a second, and then remember this is a haircut day. Mark will be coming over first around nine o'clock. I need to redo his haircut because the haircut I gave him Thursday afternoon wasn't short enough to suit the posse's leader, Ray. Then Jameson's next, followed by Devon, Ray and Manny, and finally Dawg. Oh yeah, and Sonny's going to be picking me up on his motorbike later this afternoon. He's due to show up around one o'clock and I'm pretty sure a dominant fuck is in my future sometime shortly after that. Jeez, now I grope myself thinking about Sonny. There's a lot of appealing aspects to him, ones that I never expected. Ever since Ryan moved, it's like my submissive fetish has been lonely, and then Thursday night Sonny took care of that. Once a week having sex with Ray, who's sort of dominant although not in a sub/dom way, isn't fully satisfying my fetish. Ray's nothing like Sonny, who's sexually-dominant style is gleaned from imitating some of the things he's watches online, like the slave/master sites. Sonny's attractive and he's a hottie too, but there's very little, if any, affection involved in our sex. We've only experimented with sex that one night though, so who knows for sure, but my best guess is that Sonny and I aren't destined be in an affectionate relationship. Basically, we're using each other for our own sexual needs; not that we don't like each other okay, because we do. It's not like we're real boyfriends even though Sonny claims he's my third boyfriend, it's more like a buddy relationship, with sex the main focus. Buddy sex is what it is. Yeah, all that is true enough, but I need to think about first things first, and that's the posse boys' haircuts. It's quarter to nine so I'll need to hustle through my bathroom routine, which is what I do. After getting dressed I grab a quick k-cup of Keurig coffee and take it out to the front steps for a cigarette while I wait for Mark. It's another beautiful day in the middle of July, which means we're halfway through our summer break already. Time never stands still. As I'm stepping on my cigarette butt and kicking it off the step into the shrubbery, Mark drives up and parks at the curb below. I wait for him at the top of the steps where we exchange the posse greeting. Then Mark says, "I'm sorry you need to do my haircut again, Dylan, I should have known Ray would notice I didn't get the posse haircut he wants us to have." As we go inside, I ask, "Was Ray mad you didn't get the short burr haircut?" Mark shrugs, mumbling, "Not really, he simply asked me why I didn't want to be one of the boys. What was left unsaid was what would happen if I told him I decided to be an individual. I didn't want to find out what would happen, so what I told him, 'Oh, sure I wanna be one of the boys', and here I am." Hmmm, Sonny said Ray doesn't boss the posse boys around, so I ask Mark about that as we're going down the steps to the finished basement, "Um, Mark, does Ray boss you guys around a lot?" He goes, "No, not really, but it's implied that if we don't want to go along with the group there'll be consequences, so it's almost like bossing us around I guess. For the most part though, incidents like that are rare. We're all on a level playing field most of the time. It's like Ray's the captain of our team more than anything else. All teams have a captain or two. This haircut thing happens to be Ray's latest brain storm for a way to emphasize a team concept. If you weren't such a good barber and hadn't given Ray his burr haircut a month ago he'd never have thought it'd be cool we all rock the same haircut. He'll lose interest in this after awhile, like he did the year we all wore the same jacket, for example. The jacket thing petered-out, and currently there's the posse hat we all wear to games, it's like a subtle uniform that separates us from the rest. We've been a posse for a long time" It takes me less then three minutes to cut Mark's hair on the top of his head to about a half inch in length. The sides and back are fine like they are. I brush the clippings off his shoulder, saying, "Before your next haircut, you get a shampoo." He chuckles, mumbling, "You're spoiling us, Dylan. Hey, how about when you go back to college, will you still give us free haircuts?" I go, "Sure, on the weekends. I get home every couple of weeks." He goes, "Ray might want to see his boyfriend more often then that... just saying." I shrug, "We'll work something out I'm sure." Mark leaves and Jameson comes early. He's not sexually hot to me at all, but I like him. He's quiet, and I notice he's uncomfortable having me shampoo his hair, so I do an abbreviated version and I'm blowing his hair dry less then four minutes after starting. When his hair is dry, I say, "That's done, Jameson," and he's like, "It's a little creepy, Dylan, but thanks." I give him a haircut without delay and he's on his way fifteen minutes after he arrived. As we're walking upstairs, Jameson says, "You're a really good guy doing these haircuts for free, Dylan, I really appreciate it. Next time I won't be so uptight, it just that it's a very different, ah, experience for me. I'm used to a lady barber at SuperCuts giving me a twenty dollar haircut without a shampoo." I say, "Well, I'm happy to do it, Jameson. They give cookie-cutter haircuts at Supercuts, and unfortunately it's the same for most barbershops in town, especially because older lady barbers seemed to have infiltrated barbershops over the years." He's like, "I don't know what a cookie-cutter haircut is, but I like your haircuts. You're a good barber, man, really." We do the goodbye routine and next on the list is Devon. I'm gonna spring a boner doing his hair, I just know it. Devon shows up early too. He's parking a late model Volkswagen at the curb below just as Jameson is getting near his car. They greet each other and Devon runs his fingers through Jameson's new burr haircut with a big smile on his face. Laughing about something, the two friends say goodbye and then Devon comes up the steps grinning at me. After our posse greeting Devon and I go downstairs with my balls buzzing. Somehow I've managed to get a crush on this straight boy. Damn, he looks cute this morning. I see some of his brother's facial features in Devon's face, but there are differences between his and Sonny's faces too. Devon's real friendly this morning, saying, "This is so nice of you, Dylan. Free haircuts rock, and I'm especially looking forward to my shampoo. It'll be the first one I've ever had done by a gay boy." I say, "I only hope I can control myself, Devon. You definitely qualify as 'cute' to us gay lads." He chuckles, mumbling, "Um, thanks, I think," and then, "I hope you're not planning on giving me a haircut like my brother's. Ray says that's too short and I couldn't agree more. As it is, the burr haircut I'm getting this morning will be the shortest haircut I've ever had." For his last haircut I cut his five inch long hair down to an inch and a half on top, short on the sides and back of his head, then flipped the bangs up in front. He looked cute with that haircut and he said that was the shortest haircut he's ever had. I'm pleasantly surprised none of the guys are blaming me for their short haircuts because it wasn't my idea. Ray's behind this, not me. To Devon's question about me cutting his hair as short as Sonny's, I go, "Nah, just a regular burr is short enough as it is. I don't know why Sonny wanted it so short." Of course Sonny didn't want it cut that short. I got sexually stimulated cutting his orange hair and just kept on cutting, and I still don't know how or why that happened. I tell Devon to take his shirt off so it doesn't get wet, and when he does I put my hand on his bare shoulder and steer him into the half bath. He seems unconcerned that I'm touching him, but it makes my dick move in my pants. Why do I have this crush on him? It's weird how that happened. His scent is similar to Sonny's, meaning it's sexy, and his skin feels like his younger brother's too, which is awesome. It's the same pale creamy color and also very smooth and blemish free. Devon has a slim body although not as slim as Sonny's. Looking at Devon's hair, which is sort of a dirty blond color, almost light brown, and nothing like Sonny's orange-red hair, I'm thinking he's hot, and I'm not sure why I think that. The chair's in front of the sink from when Jameson used it. Devon sits in it facing away from the sink grinning at me. Tilting the chair back brings the front legs off the floor as the back of the chair rests against the front of the sink. I comb through Devon's fairly short hair for a while, which has nothing to do with the shampoo, I just feel like doing it. Then my hands go in his hair and just as I thought, it's silky like Sonny's. I run my fingers through his hair, rubbing his scalp and sure enough I get a boner, like I knew I would. Devon glances at me and gives me a little grin of encouragement, so I massage his scalp a little more. "Damn, that feels good," he mutters, closing his eyes. Okay, Devon likes being touched, surprisingly not everyone does. I do though, so I fantasize Devon massaging my scalp and giving me a haircut, although I don't expect that to ever happen. The water's running warm now so I use the little hose with the spray attachment to soak his hair, and then the shampoo goes on and I workup a good lather by running my fingers through his soapy hair. My boner is poking out the lap of my shorts, but I'm standing mostly behind Devon so he can't see it. Anyway he has his eyes closed. Staring at his face as I'm massaging the shampoo through his hair, I get this urge to kiss his pretty lips, but I have just enough common sense not to do that. His lips form a perfect bow, really cute. Devon has the same amount of facial hair Sonny has, which is absolutely none. I still think smooth faces are sexy even though I like Seth and Ray's whiskers. It's frustrating that Devon couldn't at least be bisexual. His girlfriend should know though, and she told me Devon doesn't have a gay bone in his body. I sure do, lots of them, including the one in my pants. I can't drag this shampoo out any longer without it becoming suspiciously gay so I start rinsing his hair. After making sure to get every shampoo bubble out, I use the palm of my hand to flatten the hairs on his nicely shaped head. I'm dragging my hand from the front to the back pulling excess water out. Each time I do it my hand begins on his forehead. No complaints from Devon so I do it a couple of more times as I'm remembering the two of us doing the posse goodbye hug at the DairyQueen Wednesday night. That time the sides of our faces touched for a second or two during the hug part, which is normally a no-no, but Devon didn't even comment about it, just grinned at me. I'm probably making too much out of that. Pulling the chair forward onto all four legs, I then roughly towel dry his hair, then brush his hair as I'm blow drying it. I do that longer then I need to, but finally stop when his hair is crackling with static. Then I comb it again, saying, "That's the end of this part of the salon treatment, Devon." He hasn't said a word since we started. He goes, "Wow, I loved that! Can I come over every night for a shampoo?" I chuckle, mumbling, "Sure, Devon, any time, dude. You've got great hair to work with, by the way." My boner retreated some after I adjusted it sideways in my shorts before blow drying his hair, so it's not real noticeable now. We walk back into the finished basement where Devon sits on the barber stool. I stand behind him massaging his shoulders and the back of his neck enjoying the feel of him. He doesn't object to the touching at all, so I chuckle, then ask, "Any chance you're bi, Devon?" He laughs, then says, "Well, if I am, I'd be afraid to admit it to you because you'd talk me into dropping my shorts in about three minutes and you'd be hard to resist too. Hell, Sonny has a crush on you as big as a house, and you're Ray's cute boyfriend. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't appreciate one of us posse boys cutting in on his territory." Is he saying there's a chance he's bi? It would fit, and I say that because Devon has a gay biological brother, and that means the chances of him being gay are double the norm, according to some study. Was it the Kinsey report? I'm not sure. Still combing his awesome hair, I ask, "How come you think Sonny's faking being bisexual if you know he has a crush on me, or a crush on any boy for that matter?" Devon says, "Between you and me, I do think he's bi and maybe gay, but I rejected it initially because I didn't want to encourage him to be sexually active, which is hypocritical of me because I was sexually active at his age. I love that kid though and worry about him hooking up with some older guy who will take advantage of him." Well, I'm hardly taking advantage of Sonny, it's more like the other way around. Figuring I've been on the subject of gay orientation long enough, I start Devon's haircut. Like Sonny, Devon's hair is great to cut. He's got a full head of hair with lots of body. The haircut turns out really well and looks sexy on Devon. It's not as short as Ray likes it, but there's probably not enough difference that Ray will notice. Rubbing Devon's shoulders to brush off hair clipping, I say, "That's just about it for your salon treatment, Devon. I just need to use the trimmers outlining around your ears and then we're done." He says, "A very pleasurable experience. I wish we could do the whole thing all over again right now." My cell phone rings and it's Manny who tells me Ray will be delayed and that Dawg's taking his place. Ray will apparently be over a little later although he's not sure when that will be. Manny hesitates, then says, "Um, Ray said that you're to wait right there for him, don't go anywhere. I'm just repeating what he said, don't get mad at me." I ask, "Why would I be mad at you, Manny?" He goes, "I don't know. It sounded awfully strict the way Ray told you what to do, that's all. Guess he's sterner with you being his boyfriend than he is with us regular posse guys. Huh, Dylan?" I say, "Not really, Manny. Anyway, when you get here come right in, don't ring the bell. I'm downstairs finishing Devon's haircut." Manny's right although I didn't want to admit it to him. Ray is much bossier with me than he is with the other guys. Initially I thought everyone was being bossed around by Ray the way he's bossy to me, but that doesn't appear to be the case. Using the trimmer clippers I outline around Devon's ears, and wipe little tiny clipping off his shoulders. Then squeezing the back of his neck, I go, "I wish you were on our team, Devon, you'd make an awesome gay boy." He laughs, "Don't hold back, Dylan, tell me what you really think. Haha. I'm taking that as a compliment, by the way, and the second I find out I'm bisexual I'm calling you first thing." I say, "I'll be sure to have my cell phone with me at all times." He puts his shirt back on just as Manny come down the steps. It's posse hugs all around, with the sides of Devon and my faces rubbing together like we did at the DairyQueen, and I can't for the life of me figure out if Devon or I initiated it. I'd be suspected as the one, of course, except I don't think I did it. This is very intriguing, and interesting as hell. Of course, it could be Devon's having a little fun teasing the gay boy, like Lee did at work for the first month or so, but maybe it's something else too. Devon pats my back, and says, "Awesome job, Dylan! Manny you're in for a treat, bro." He leaves with me glancing at his ass. Manny asks, "Are you still doing the shampoos, Dylan?" I look over at Manny, "Huh? Oh, yeah, the shampoo first and I'll give your head a good massage too." Going into the bathroom, he says, "Yeah, I heard about it and it sounds cool. I washed my hair in the shower so you wouldn't be shampooing dirty hair." For some reason that strikes me as funny, but he was so sincere I hold back the laugh and do one of my patented fake coughs, hiding my grin with my hand. He says, "God bless you," as if it was a sneeze. Come on, man, my fake cough doesn't sound like a sneeze. I've been perfecting it for years. The shampoo and haircut are done just like I did for Devon except with less touching and no cheek rub when we say goodbye. As he runs his fingers through his half inch hair, Manny mutters, "I'll be glad when Ray gets off this short haircut kick because I look bad with short hair and my mom hates it." I say, "Yeah? Well, when school starts up I'm sure Ray will change his mind and I'll be able to give you any kind of haircut you want." He's like, "Yeah, thanks anyway, Dylan, I know it's not your fault, and I appreciate not spending twenty bucks every month for a haircut." Then he adds, "I look goofy with my hair this short," as he peers at himself in the mirror. I say, "I'm gonna have to disagree with you, Manny, you look cool with this haircut." He looks at me, "Really?" I go, "Really!" and he's like, "Well, I guess you should know, you're gay." That doesn't make a lot of sense, but I smile and walk upstairs with him just as Dawg rings the doorbell. Again it's the posse greeting with all three of us participating by either saying 'hello' or 'goodbye', and then Dawg and me are on our way downstairs. I tell, Dawg, "You don't need to ring the bell. Just come in when you're scheduled for a haircut." He enthusiastically says, "Gee, thanks!" like I've just given him a set of keys to the house. As usual Dawg's quiet the entire twenty minutes he's here and then he says thanks and we do the posse routine for the hundredth time, which can wear you out after a while. On the other hand, giving these boys a hug is kinda fun. It's funny but they all do the same thing... if I give a tight hug, so do they, and the same for a cursory hug. I couldn't tell if Dawg liked the shampoo or not, but he told me three times he really is enjoying short hair. Now all I gotta do is wait for Ray. I smoke a cigarette on the front step and then figure I'd better brush my teeth and gargle. Ray hates the smell of cigarettes, and hates kissing after I've had a cigarette. I only made that mistake once when I had one cigarette an hour before Ray picked me up, so I don't know how he could still detect the smell of it. After brushing and gargling, I change my t-shirt and then decide to take off the clean one I just put on and wet my hair, then rub it vigorously with a towel, hopefully getting any cigarette smell out. I can't smell it, but a nonsmoker might. Then I suck on a Luden's cherry cough drop that tastes suspiciously like plain cherry candy. Still no Ray, but the UPS truck is here and the man hands me a box in plain brown paper. It's arrived early at a little before eleven. Mom's still not up fortunately; she must have had a late night. I carry the box into my bedroom to open it, and whoa, it's a big one alright. A big hard dildo with a nice set of balls, everything in pink. I should have ordered the black one, that baby looked even more formidable than this one. It appears longer than an eight inch boner, and it's kinda fat too. I give a thought to trying it out to get a taste of what I'm in for, but the doorbell chimes. Stashing the dildo between my mattress and box springs, I answer the door. Ray says, Hi, Dylan, sorry to keep you waiting. My dad told me to cut the grass, and I hadn't expected that because I thought it was Elliot's turn, but I was wrong." Then he grips my chin, saying, "Damn, you look cute today," and he pulls my face to his and gives me a kiss. That was unexpected. I put my arm around his neck, "The kiss was a nice surprise, Ray." He puts an arm around my waist, saying, "I know how to treat my girlfriends, Dylan." I say, "Boyfriend," and he's like, "You know what I meant. Um, I don't have a lot of time this morning because Elliot needs the car to take Jay over to pick his car up at the garage." I ask, "Oh, is Jay's car getting repaired?" Ray says, "I don't know, come on, lets get started." He's not interested in Jay's car so he didn't ask. That's the way Ray is, while almost anyone else would have been curious and asked. It's the normal thing you'd do, but Ray's unique. He says, "I want a nice shampoo and haircut with all the trimmings and rimmings that go with it." With his arm around my waist, he leads me to the steps, and then down we go, with me asking, "Rimmings?" He say, "Yeah, I told you Wednesday night I'm gonna give you more chances to show me how much you're into pleasing your man. I expect a good ass rimming whenever we're alone. Where's your mom, by the way?" I say, "In her bedroom, she never comes downstairs. Well, except when she parks in the garage." I open the door to the garage and find it's empty. I say, "And she did not park in here last night, so we're good." Then I ask, "Anything you have in mind after I rim your ass?" He says, "Yep, you get to suck my cock until I give you the gift of a mouthful of spunk." I go, "How about me, what else do I get?" We're in the half bath, where Ray says, "You get a good fucking later tonight, that's what else. And I'm really anxious to do that. I'm loving fucking your tight pussy, Dylan." I say, "Ass," and he chuckles, muttering, "Sensitive this morning, are we? Your man gets to name your ass and I'm calling it pussy from now on." Has he been communicating with Willie, I wonder? Ha ha. Ray sits down and I do a long shampoo and a really good scalp massage for my man. As I'm doing it I get squirmier and squirmier because his BO scent does that to me, plus I think his two day whisker growth is very sexy. Just enough whiskers to look sexy but also retain his youthfulness. Halfway through the shampoo I find myself hugging him around his neck again, rubbing my cheek against his whiskers with a hard boner in my pants. He chuckles, "You're really into me, aren't you. Maryanne could take some lessons from you on how to make her man feel important and appreciated." I kiss his whiskery cheek near his jaw bone and then mumble, "You're right, Ray, I'm really into you because you're sexy hot and you've got a sexy scent about you that makes my dick hard." He goes, "Thanks, you're extremely gay and that's fine, it's working for me, but lets finish the shampoo. You've sucked-up to me enough for now." I complete his shampoo with a boner in my pants the whole time and when his short hair is dry, he says, "Lock that door, baby," as he's pulling down his shorts. I stare at his big mushroom headed cock as it swings heavily between his legs. He leans down and and grabs the edge of the sink with both hands, sticking his ass up and out. Then, looking back at me, he asks, "Why haven't you taken your clothes off yet? Get those clothes off and give your man a good ass rimming." Then he shakes his head, muttering, "You can be dense sometimes, but at the same time you are so fucking cute. I think you get cuter every time I see you." I mutter, "Thanks, Ray. But do I gotta get undressed?" He says, "Of course you do," so I do that and kneel down behind him naked, then spread his hairy butt cheeks and lick from behind his balls, over his asshole, and up to the top of his ass crack. He goes, "Damn, that's hot, Dylan, you're the best." Well, I like compliments so I really do a good rimming with a number of laps up his crack going over his asshole each time. Licking the back of his nuts gets me into a mini submissive trance. I'm licking and kissing both buttocks, hugging his thighs now with an arm around each one. His butt cheeks have closed on my nose as I'm kissing right on his anus. The lips of his anus start contracting and opening as Ray's quietly grunting and then moaning while pushing his ass up more so I have full access. By now my cock is a wicked hard boner and since I'm hoping Ray won't be able to resist fucking me, I don't stroke my boner for fear of an early ejaculation. When I get my tongue up his ass I notice a little acrid shit taste, but only for a minute, then it fades. Sucking on his asshole, while doing a baby fuck with my tongue, gets Ray wiggling his ass, moving it all around as he moans, and then says, "Stop! I'm gonna cum." So I stop and look up at Ray as he takes a big breath, then mutters, "That is such a hot turn-on, it's reason enough to keep you as my boyfriend, for sure. Especially because it's you, my old mocker, who's not mocking me anymore, are ya? Now you're too busy sucking up to me and kissing, licking, and sucking my asshole." Oh no, he's back on that old business of me mocking him in the past, but he drops the subject and turns around to lift my head with his hand under my chin, asking, "Are you anxious to suck my cock now?" I see that his huge cock is very hard as I nod my head up and down real fast like Ryan used to do. He pinches my cheek too hard, then ays, "Go ahead, Dylan, you've earned the right to suck your man's cock," again with the implied notion that our positions, relating to one another, have completely reversed in the past six weeks. It's very different now, it started with Ray nagging me to be his boyfriend and that's changed to the present with me submissively doing what Ray tells me to do. My cock tightens up some more, but I'm simply not going to worry about petty shit like our reversals of fortunes, I'm more into concentrating on sucking that big mushroom headed boner of his. Taking it in my mouth and sucking the shaft with my lips while licking all around the head with my busy tongue gets my balls buzzing with activity. In less then a minute precum is drooling out the quivering lips of his pee slit. Ray grunts and groans as he goes from one foot to the other while squeezing my shoulders tightly. I try to get the head in my throat, but it's too swollen and I can't do it this time. Ray groans, "Oh, fuck! Um, un, un!," and cum pours from his cock filling my mouth. And as I'm trying to swallow the first load of thick creamy cum Ray humps his hips and more cum pours out of his cock. Cum's drooling out both sides of my mouth, and as I try to breath, cum gets sucked into my sinuses even as drools of cum are still coming from Ray's large nuts. Backing off his cock completely, a fairly big shot of cum splashes from his cock and lands next to my nose as I'm coughing and gagging, spraying cum on Ray's cock and balls. He's like, "Jesus Christ, cover your mouth when you cough. Tears are running down my face with Ray laughing now, "Your man supplied you with plenty of spunk to enjoy this time. I gotta please my gay boyfriend. Holy shit, this is too funny," and he runs the palm of his hand around my face smearing his cum to my forehead. I'm still gasping for air and blowing out my nose hard causing strings of his thick sticky cum to fly from my nose; the strings stay attached to my nose and drop down around my mouth. Grabbing some toilet paper I blow my nose as hard as I can and get most of the cum out, but it's all I can taste and smell. Ray rubs his cumy hand in my hair, saying, "I see you took my advise and didn't get a haircut like Sonny's. The only trouble is, the haircut you got is too long on top. Go back to the barbers and get it cut down to a half inch." I'm not paying attention to him as I blow my nose again. Then I stand up blinking my eyes and rubbing cum off my mouth and chin. Ray says, "That was a classic, Dylan. Oh my God, you've got cum all over your face, hahaha." Taking a big breath, I say, "I almost strangled with all that thick cum clogging my throat and blocking my nose." He says, "Oh, stop it! You can never get enough of it. Now get both of us cleaned-up and do my haircut. I don't have a lot of time," and he smacks my ass, "Slap!" I jump, and he slaps it again, "Slap!" saying, "Get to it!" My boner went soft as I was choking to death, but those smack and his tone of voice firmed it up again. I stroke my cock and grab a hand towel from the towel rack to wet it with the spray attachment on the hose attached to the spigot, saying, "Okay, okay." Wiping down Ray's crotch where I sprayed cum on him, I'm still coughing. When his crotch is clean I take his hand and wipe that clean, then wash my face and my hair, and dry us both with the other hand towel. Ray says, "Good job," with another smack on my ass, "Get dressed now. Hurry up!" We get dressed and go over to the barber stool with Ray still chuckling, "I've never seen cum come out of anyone's nose before. That was priceless." I'm still sniffing my nose with little remnants of cum going down my throat. I'm pretty sure that his cum came out of my nose at least once before, he just didn't see it. Then, without talking, a little pissed off and a little humiliated, I start Ray's haircut. As I'm cutting his hair I'm thinking about the smacks on my ass as I stare at Ray, who's cockily sitting here, his BO swirling around in my nose and mind; it gives me that squirmy submissive feeling again. It's soothing and sexy so I stop cutting and put my arm around Ray's neck kissing him near his mouth, on his whiskers, mumbling, "My man's so sexy." He chuckles, then I pathetically whine, "Please fuck me, Ray. I'm really hot for you after rimming you and sucking your cock." He pulls his head away, muttering, "Don't kiss my lips. Your tongue's been up my ass. Finish the haircut, Dylan, I gotta get home. I already told ya I'm gonna fuck you on our date tonight." To retain some dignity, I force myself to let go of him and finish his haircut, but I pout while doing it. Pouting is wasted on Ray though. It gets positive results with Robby and Chubby, but none with Ray. He's a hard ass, which unfortunately makes me even hornier for him. As I'm brushing the hair clippings off his shoulders, Ray's saying, "Don't forget, you rim my ass tonight before anything else sexual happens. And bring mouthwash with you so you can wash your mouth out after rimming me. I gotta tell you, your rimming is the hottest fucking thing ever. One of these days I'll have you rim my ass until I climax. Damn, that sounds hot, doesn't it?" He gets up and checks himself in the mirror. "Excellent haircut, baby, you're good," and he pinches my cheek, smiling, "Give your man a big smile and a kiss on my cheek." I shrug and smile because he's so sure of himself, and so sure I've got the hots for him, and so sure he has me totally under his thumb. Yeah, and he's more right than wrong about all of it. What the hell, I do what I'm told, but man am I horny! Ray leaves telling me not to walk out with him because he's gotta run. He's late and I've noticed before Ray's conscientious about being on time. I watch him run down the steps and over to his car, then I clean-up the barbershop and the half bath. It's almost twelve o'clock and I haven't eaten anything this morning, so lunch is in order. I fix lunch groping myself every now and then, feeling horny as hell. I have a cheeseburger on the grille for lunch and with it a root beer float with a big gob of vanilla ice cream. Naturally when I plopped the ball of ice cream in the root beer it foamed-up and drooled down the sides of the glass. I would have called Chubby to have lunch with me except I know he's working his part time job today. All I can think of while eating is how sexy Ray is and how he's the only boyfriend I've ever had who turns down my requests to be fucked. It's because he's bisexual I suppose, so he's not as hot all the time to fuck as gay boys usually are. In that regard Ray's not too good for my ego. It also makes me want him to fuck me even more, which is counterproductive to me, but works very well for Ray. Hmmm, I've got to do something about that. But for now I need to wait until tonight for my one fuck of the day... woop de do! Maybe I should call Seth, and then I remember Sonny's picking me up at one o'clock, how'd I forget that? Now I'm excited! Being with Ray made me forget about Sonny. If Ray hadn't cum so quickly I would have had an orgasm of my own and I wouldn't be so desperately horny. He was too stimulated from the rimming though and that's why he shot his load so quickly. Yeah, he stopped the rimming because he was just about to climax, but it's left me hornier then I've been for awhile. Oh well, I got Sonny to depend on now and he won't disappoint I'll bet. It's funny how reluctant I was last night to get involved with Sonny; he had to almost beg me for sex yesterday afternoon, and now he's totally in charge and I'm anxious to have him fuck me. That's one of the fastest three-hundred-sixty degree turn arounds I've ever been involved in. It is the fastest, not one of the fastest. Man, my friggin' sex drives controls my brain, but it's so fucking pleasurable I have no desire to change. I'm like the fat lady who's addicted to chocolate; she doesn't want to be fat, but she loves chocolate so much she hasn't the willpower to stop eating it. Mom comes out of her bedroom and cheerily says, "Hi, Dylan," and kisses my cheek, adding, "You are so handsome! What have you been up to?" I talk with mom as she makes herself a k-cup of coffee. Of course I can't tell her everything I've been up to, but I can tell her about the haircuts for the posse boys. She naturally thinks it's awesome I treat my friends to free haircuts. I tell her about work last week, leaving out the bad-parts with Jerry at the beginning of the week, and the part where Jerry fucked me. I also don't mention Seth and me messing around in the back of the truck everyday between jobs. She tells me about her night. The waitresses had a going away party for one of the waitresses who's just about to deliver her baby, and how the party went on very late. As she's telling me about it, I make scrambles eggs for her and she says they're the best scrambled eggs she's ever eaten and it goes on like that for a half hour. I hear ten times more than I care to know about the so-called funny things that happened at work last week, but I chuckle along with her as I'm giving her shoulders a massage, which she claims is the best massage she's ever had. I love her to death, but the truth is, as a nineteen year old gay boy I'm really not all that interested in adult activities. I'm interested in my mom being healthy and happy, which she certainly seems to be. She has friends at work and loyal customers at the restaurant she works at who come regularly to sit at her station. She has boyfriends, and I can only assume lovers too, and she has maybe the most important thing of all, a best friend in Chubby's mom, Tris. So those are the things I'm interested in and they all seem to be effectively in place. Finally I'm saved by the bell as mom's cell phone rings. She has never mastered the technique of completing a telephone conversation in less then a half hour, so I wave at her and go into my bathroom to clean up for Sonny. Washing my face and hands again, and brushing my teeth and combing my hair. Then I say out loud, "Uh oh!" because I just remembered the haircut problem. I cut Sonny's hair way too short and he got pissed and told me mine better be as short as his. Yeah, but hopefully the dildo I bought will get his mind off that silliness. I'm sure he'd much rather have that big thing to play with up my ass rather then worrying about my hair. I change my t-shirt again, putting on a sleeveless one this time to show off my tattoo and my guns. Checking myself out in the mirror I think I look pretty good with my earring hoops and all. I'm envisioning myself with a flattop haircut to go with everything else; it'll be cool. Damn, I like the healthy tan look too. That's the trouble with winter... we all look pasty from lack of sun from about November to April or May. My cell phone rings and it's Sonny. I say, "Hello, Sonny. Whassup?" He goes, "Hiya, boyfriend. I love finally having a boyfriend and you're a good one to have too, and I say that for any number of reasons, not the least of which is you're submissive to me during sex. Bring the dildo and get your hot ass down here. I'm at the curb." Man, my balls really buzz because Ray got me all hot and bothered and horny earlier, and now dominant Sonny's waiting for me. This Sonny thing is working out really well. Putting the dildo in the smaller of my two backpacks, I walk out of my bedroom wearing the backpack, grinning and waving at my mom as I head for the front door. She blows me a kiss and mouths, 'I love you'. I blow her a kiss, and then I'm gone, locking the door behind me. Sonny's down below sitting on his motorbike with my Red Sox hat on his head, looking way cool. Yeah, this is working out. When I get down to him we don't kiss, but do the posse greeting instead, then he says, "Turn around, let me take a peek at the dildo you got me." When I've turned around he unzips the backpack and takes a look, muttering, "That's a monster! It's awesome, Dylan. Good job, oh man!" He zips up the backpack chuckling, and mumbling, "I've never seen one in real life before, this is gonna be so much fun. Maybe I'll get you to spunk with that thing up your ass, and then fuck you myself after that. I can't wait, let's get on the bike and get going." He mounts his bike and I get on behind him hugging his slender body. He says, "I can't get over last night, Dylan. You got so submissively hot it was the biggest turn-on of my life by a long, long way. This is better than I ever imagined it would be." He fires up the motorbike, adding, "The first time I laid eyes on you, knowing already that you're gay I told myself I'd have you, but never thought it would be this easy or this great. I had no idea you were submissive back then, of course." Smelling his awesome boyish scent, I say in his ear, "Yesterday afternoon you began by being so sweet pouring your heart out to me about how the constant yearning to experience gay sex was killing you, so I had to give in." He says, "And I took charge from there. You didn't want last night to be the only time we did it together any more than I did. Now hold on because here we go." We roar away from the curb with me smiling... I just knew that dildo would be all Sonny would be interested in. He drives us to his house, which I've been to before, but not with Sonny. After parking the bike we get off, with Sonny's saying, "No one will be home for hours so we can relax and really enjoy ourselves. I can't thank you enough for taking pity on me last night and letting me fulfill a dream of a lifetime. Today should be even better because now, right from the start, you know your role. I can get off on being the dominant sex partner at the same time you're getting off being the submissive one. Man, that's sweet!" I say, "It's been a while since I've been able to satisfy my submissive fetish because my dominant sex partner moved away." he asks, "Who was that?" I go, "Oh, no need for names, Sonny." He asks, "Does Ray know about this other sex partner of yours?" I mumble, "No, and don't you tell him." We're inside his house now, Sonny says, "I won't tell Ray anything, but I want you to answer a few questions." As we're walking, I ask, "What are they?" and he goes, "For one, what's Ray like during sex?" I chuckle, "Let's just say he's pretty much in charge, but not necessarily as a specifically dominant sex partner, it's more just his normal uber confident personality than anything else. What you see with Ray is pretty much what you get. I think he's sexy." As we're going upstairs, Sonny asks, "Does he make you get naked first, like I do?" I go, "Yeah, he does," and Sonny goes, "That's being dominant right there." Going into Sonny's bedroom I see an unmade bed and clothes thrown around on the floor, I say, "He's dominant without knowing it. He just thinks that's how a boyfriend should be with his girlfriend. Ray doesn't see much difference between me and his girlfriend except I take it in the back door rather than the front one." Sonny chuckles, then asks, "Does he call your ass, pussy." I go, "Recently he started doing that, yeah." Sonny's like, "Not me, it's your ass I'm interested in fucking, not some girl's pussy. Get your clothes off." He takes his hat off as I drop my backpack on the floor and start getting undressed. He's got another question, "What's Ray do when your naked and he's still got his clothes on?" Stepping out of my underwear and stroking my pecker a few times, I say, "He likes to check my body out because I'm the only boy he gets to do that with. His only other male sex partner wasn't submissive like I am. They were more or less equal in that regard. I don't really know much about him though, Ray's close mouth about a lot of things." Sonny says, "Yeah, he is, but I don't want you to be. Answer questions I ask you because I'm dominant and you as the submissive need to do what I say." My dick tightens up as I mutter, "I know." Sonny takes the dildo out of the backpack and studies it. Then he looks up and sees me standing here naked so he puts the dildo on his desk, and says, "Stand straight with your legs together and I'll hogtie you." He takes strips of rope from one of the desk's drawers... this is where I begin my submissiveness. It's not me thinking, 'Be submissive', it happens on its own. Sonny ties my ankles together, and then my knees. He says, "Hop over and sit your ass down in my desk chair." I manage to do that, feeling my cock tightening up a little more, and it's a very good feeling. Sonny has a way about him that's pretty amazing considering he's had almost no experience doing this, other than watching videos. Half the time he acts almost bored, like he's been doing this many times a day for years as some sort of fantasy occupation, and by now the job's lost it's novelty and become just something that needs to be done for a paycheck. Maybe he's imitating the attitude of someone in the videos he watches. Sonny puts my forearm on the arm of his desk chair and ties my wrist to the chair's arm, then another tie near my elbow. I say, "This is different, Sonny. How can we have sex like this?" He's tying my other arm as he mumbles, "We can't have sex like this other than you sucking my cock, which you'll do in a little while." Lastly he ties my legs to something under the chair. Stepping back to appraise his handiwork, he asks, "Can you move much? Try." Okay, I try, but then just shrug my shoulders, and grinning, I go, "You've tied me up good, Sonny, and it's made my dick feel tight." He grins back at me, "Damn, your submissiveness fascinates me! I just don't get it, but I'm real glad there's submissive gays like you who embrace their role." He goes through his top desk drawer and takes out scissors, muttering, "I know these babies are sharp." I ask, "Are you going to have to cut the ropes when you free me?" He's walking to his bureau, saying over his shoulder, "No, I tied slip knots that come undone easily for me, but the knots will tighten if you try freeing yourself." He picks up a comb, saying, "The scissors are for your haircut. I'm going to cut it as short as mine like you promised you'd have the barber do. You didn't keep your promise though, and I'm really disappointed in you because I thought your word was good. Anyway, my word is good; I said I'd cut your hair myself if you didn't get it cut before today, and that's what I'm going to do." I'm like, "This is no fucking joking matter, Sonny. If you cut one hair on my head we're never doing this sub/dom thing again and I swear to God I mean it." He laughs, "You swear to God? Are you a religious person? I didn't picture you being religious for some reason." He combs back through my hair with me moving my head out of the way. Sonny gives me a look you might give to a mischievous toddler, then patiently explains, , "If you move your head all over the place it'll just make it worse." I say, "Goddammit, Sonny, I'm not kidding. I will kick the shit out of you and tell your brother you fucked me and I'll never see you or the posse boys again." He says, "That's a colossal empty threat, the biggest one I've ever fucking heard. You're not going to do anything of the sort. An hour after your haircut you'll be whimpering with submissive sexual pleasure and kissing my ass, and you know it. Now give me some instructions on how to cut hair and I'll try to cut it as evenly as I can." My balls freeze because the reality of my situation is obvious with me tied in the chair like this. Sucking on my lips, my face gets red like from the fires of hell, I conclude that he's right... all I can do is try to teach him how to cut hair. I yell, "Fuck!" and Sonny laughs a real laugh, then goes, "Holy shit, I never saw anyone blush as red as you. Did you just realize it's going to happen and it got you totally frustrated?" Calming down, I try reasoning with him, "Sonny, I bought the dildo and thought that would make-up for not getting my hair cut like yours. My number one boyfriend wants me to have a flattop like he has and I'll really get in trouble if I don't do that. Please, Sonny, give me a break. I'll buy more sex toys for you to use too. Think of the fun we can have with those babies." He say, "You'll be buying them anyway." Then he gets his face close to mine, and asks, "Are you going to give me a haircutting lesson or should I just wing it." I say, "Pleeeeze, Sonny," he grins, saying, "No!" What the fuck can I do? I spend the next ten minutes explaining the basics of haircut with Sonny holding the comb and scissors in the air demonstrating the techniques I'm explaining to him. I go, "Yes, that's right, but please, please, please don't try cutting my hair, it's much more difficult to pull off than it sounds. I swear to God I'll go to the barbers, you can take me and have him duplicate your haircut on my head. Yes, that's the answer. We have our sub/dom sex and then go to the barbershop. Please." He simply says, "No, you had your chance. The next time you tell me you're going to do something, I'll bet you do it. Now hold your head still." I take a big breath, resigned to my fate. How bad can it be? I mean, I've had bad haircuts from both Ryan and Robby and I didn't bitch about it. Well, not much anyway. Chubby can cut hair pretty good, we've cut each other's hair for years. He'll be able to even out the rough spots and I'll make up a lie to tell Robby. I get myself into these jams because I'm trying to juggle the wishes of three boyfriends. No one will feel sorry for me if they knew I was doing that. They'd say I'm getting what I deserve, and I guess they're right. Sonny combs threw my hair a couple of time from front to back, muttering, "Pretty hair you got here, boyfriend." 'Boyfriend' doesn't sound nearly as good coming out of his mouth as it does coming from Robby. He says, "Okay, here we go. Keep your head steady. He runs the comb up my bangs a little, holds the comb steady, and carefully closes the scissors and there's a "Scrunch" sound as the scissors cut through my hair with lot of hairs tumble down my chest. I know right away, from just looking at the clipped hairs, that he cut too much off. I say, "You cut it too short, didn't ya?" He frowns, feels how long his hair is, looks in the mirror, then at me, and says, "Yeah, I did, sorry, but you cut too much off my head and you're suppose to know what your doing." I figure maybe I can talk him into changing his mind now, and then I'll have Chubby do what he can with it later. I say, "Aren't you satisfied by now? You've fucked-up my hair for any kind of normal haircut." He looks at his first cut of my bangs, then covers his mouth and starts laughing, muttering, "I didn't mean to cut that much off," but he laughs for a bit longer. Then goes, "Okay, I'm composed now. Sorry, Dylan, but you fucked up my hair, so ya know." I say, "Okay, and now you've fucked up my hair, lets call it even and have some fun. We're even, okay?" He goes, "No, I'm doing the whole thing. Stay still," and he moves the comb in my hair and closes the scissors and a lot more hair drifts down my naked chest and belly to collect near my cock and the top of my thighs. He says, "That's pretty damn even with the first," and he cuts some more, then says, "Oops, that's not even at all. Oh well, I guess it's going to be even shorter than the first cut. You emphasized the importance of keeping it even, so I'm simply following your instructions." and then all I hear for awhile is the, "Scrunch!" sound of scissors cutting through dry hair. He goes over some spots cutting off more hair then he cut during his, 'Oops cut'. By now I'm in some kind of hypnotic-type trance. My hair was fairly short to begin with, but nonetheless there are a hell of a lot of cut hair on my chest, stomach, and lap so I can't imagine what my head looks like now. He goes behind me and cuts some more. Neither of us says anything. I hold my head steady trying to figure out why I'm feeling dreamy and lazy and comfortable and, yes, sexually aroused. Standing behind me, Sonny methodically begins at the bangs again, recutting them and continues all across the top of my head from front to back, and it's, "Scrunch!" "Scrunch!" "Scrunch!" for quite awhile. Shorts hair clippings constantly rain down on me as I sink further into my dreamy trance without a care in the world. He spends a lot time at the crown of my head cutting and recutting a number of times, then the comb is at the hairline on my back of my neck and the scrunch sound is followed by lots of dry hair sliding down my bare back, and that really gets my cock stirring. I thought he was just going to cut the hair short on top of my head. He moves the comb up a little from the first cut in back, another scrunch, and another spray of dry hair drifts down my back. This goes on for much too long... scrunch after scrunch with lots and lots of hair drifting down my back. Robby cut the sides and back of my head yesterday so where the fuck are all the cut hairs coming from? My cock is so hard now it's tight against my belly and I'm so deep into a submissive trance I can barely keep my eyes open. Sonny cuts hairs from the back of my head for at least ten minutes, going over the same area three or four times. Then he's at my left side tilting my head to the right a little, murmuring, "Hold your head like that," and then he presses the comb against my scalp just above my ear and, "Scrunch!" followed by lots of hairs falling onto my shoulder. He cuts at this side of my head longer then he did at the back of my head. My cock throbs and I go even deeper into a submissive trance. I haven't given a shit about my hair for some time now, the methodical way Sonny's butchering my hair has proven to be very successful in putting me deep into a submissive trance that feels so wonderful I can't begin to describe it. Like I'm dreamily floating in air while highly sexually aroused and loving everything about it. Finally done the left side of my head, he ruffles whatever hair I have left on my head roughly with the palm of his hand, then walks in front of me to get to the right side of my head. He gently put pressure at the right side with his finger and I lean my head a little to the left now. Sonny murmurs, "Thank you," and then , "Scrunch!," as he starts cutting hair from that side of my head. The way he murmured, 'Thank you,' was so confidently said, like he was talking to a little boy. It's like he's not the least bit surprised I'm cooperating so docilely. There are no yelling threats or cursing him coming from me. Instead a docile cooperation. Finally he's done the right side of my head and he spends some time inspecting his haircutting all around my head, snipping a little here and a little there. Then he goes over the entire top of my head again and I hope this haircut never ends. Finally he's satisfied and he puts the scissors and comb on the desk and uses both hands to rub all over my head roughly again with many short clippings drifting down all around me. He quietly says, "It's very, very short obviously, much shorter than mine, but very evenly cut. I like it actually. You might consider having me be your barber after you see the haircut I've given you. You know, it can be like, after you give me a haircut, I'll give you one, tit for tat. What do you think? How do you like it?" as he holds a mirror in front of me. I gaze at the mirror knowing in my mind I simply must experience this again no matter what it looks like. A very short haircut done entirely with comb and scissors, no clippers, is impossible to get even. He shouts, "Look at it!" startling me and I blink my eyes a few times, then focus on my reflection from the mirror. My hair might be quarter of an inch long on top, at the most, with maybe one-eighth inch hair on the sides, and I suppose the back of my head too, but he's right, it's as evenly cut as it would be with a guide on clippers. It's incredible he was able to do this haircut with scissors. Unbelievably even, and cool looking because Sonny didn't blend the one-eight length on the sides into the quarter inch long hair on top. It's like I have a very thin pancake on top of my head, but it's created a surprisingly distinctive look. He asks again, "How do you like it?" In my deep submissive trance it's difficult to speak, but I concentrate and manage to mutter, "It's amazing, Sonny." He goes, "Yeah, I think so too," and I mumble, "You must have cut hair before." He says, "Nope, this is my first time and it was a lot of fun." He reaches over and strokes my boner a few time, "Looks like you enjoyed it as much as I did. More, actually, 'cause I didn't get a boner. You'll need to help me out with that." Sonny just takes it for granted that I'm accepting this extremely short haircut without complaint. He's not surprised in the least as he begins taking off his clothes, asking, "So, I'll do your next haircut, right? I know you want to do this all over again, I just hope I can do it as evenly next time. Or, maybe I'll do something different next time. I don't know what that'll be, but you'll just take it, won't you?" I say, "Yes," and he asks, "Why is that?" I think for a second, and quietly say, "Um, because it was so, um, unbelievably sexy when you just did whatever you wanted with me tied and unable to do anything about it." He goes, "Oh boy, it keeps getting better and better with us. Doesn't it?" I nod my head as my mind clears enough for me to worry about Robby's reaction, not only to this haircut, but when I let Sonny do my next one too. I'll need to be really imaginative to come up with a believable little white lie to tell Robby, and Ray too for that matter. Sonny's undressed now and he gets a knee on the seat of the desk chair I'm tied to, a knee on either side of my thighs. He up straight on his knees holding his large cock out, "Suck this baby good, Dylan. I want a boner when I start fucking you with that dildo. When you cum, that's when the dildo comes out of your ass and my cock goes up your ass. I'm going to try to fuck a second orgasm out of you. I like a challenge." He holds his cock at the base as I slurp on the head greedily and soon saliva's rolling down my chin. I'm covered in hair clippings, but neither Sonny nor me cares much about that now. Like Ray, Sonny talks too much during sex. He says, "One time I jerked off three times in only an hour and a half, and had spunk each time. I was watching and re-watching a dominant sex video where this older guy had two cute eighteen year olds boys on separate leashes. You know, the cute boys had dog collars on. They were on hands and knees like dogs too. Oh my God, they fucked each other doggy style while their owner fucked them one by one, changing from one asshole to the other, and back and fourth he went for fifteen awesome minutes, and then the doggies sucked his cock all covered with the older guys cum. I shot one load after another right here at my desk looking at my PC. It was so hot, but you're even hotter than that. Real life is way better than videos, and I plan on recreating some of the videos with you. Cool, huh?" I grunt around his hardening cock, "Un huh," and go back to sucking his cock and inhaling his scent, which is boyishly sexy with a faint scent of skin that needs washing. My cock throbs as I slip back into a sweet trance with Sonny babbling happily away. He doesn't have that sternness that Ryan can produce, but Sonny does everything in such a matter of fact manner, like it's the most natural thing in the world, and that naively dominant assumption of his is what brings on my submissiveness. It takes a while being submissive sexily before a submissive feeling gets carried over into matters that aren't sexually oriented. I don't expect that to happen with Sonny like it did with Ryan. It's truly an awesome sensation for me though, so I wouldn't mind if Sonny's able to pull it off. It's like my whole body's involved in the sex provided by my sexy dominant partner. Sonny's unknowingly has stumbled into a very good form of dominance that works wonders with me. Him having the balls to do this haircut of mine is a perfect example of that. I'd never have the balls to purposely do that to anyone. Sonny has balls like Willie's. When his boner's very hard, but not yet drooling precum, he gets off the chair and unties my arms, then reties my wrists in front. He releases my tied legs from the rope that tied them to the chair, and says, "Get on your hands and knees the best way you can." Well, even though my legs are tied together at the ankles and below the knees, I can bend my knees, so I do that and rest on the floor using my knees and my forearms in front. He says, "I don't have that jelly stuff you had at your place, so I'm using plain old vaseline. It's messy, especially when it sort of melts with your body's heat, but it'll do okay. You wouldn't want me to shove this big dildo up your ass dry, would you?" In a submissive frame of mind, I say, "If you wanted too, but I'd rather have the dildo lubed." He's wearing a cheap disposable rubber glove on his right hand lubing the dildo with Vaseline, looking at my ass. He says, "I've got the strongest urge to smack your ass like they do in slave/master videos. He stops lubing the dildo and smacks my ass, "Whack!" with the gloved hand leaving a vaseline handprint on my right buttock. "How'd you like that, Dylan?" I mutter, "It was good, Sonny," and "Whack!" "Whack!" "Whack!" "Whack!" leaving my left butt cheek on fire, stinging, and quivering, "That's for your flip answer. We're suppose to be in dominant and submissive roles and you're not suppose to be flip with me or you'll ruin everything. It fucks up the atmosphere we're trying to create during our sex. Do you understand?" My cock stayed hard while I sucked Sonny's cock and now a drip of precum drops to the carpet as I whine, "I'm sorry." He goes, "Oh, yeah, that's it, Dylan, you need to be real submissive to me. Okay, that was good the way you said that." The fact is I wasn't being flip when I said the ass smack was 'good', I liked it, but you don't argue with your dominant sex partner if you're smart. He pushes the dildo at my asshole and twist it spreading Vaseline on my anus, then a firm push forces it's past my sphincter muscle spreading the lips of my asshole painfully wide with me grunting, "Oh, ow!" Sonny giggles, then pushes it in an inch or so more and I'm aching back there now as I grovel on the floor moving my ass and groaning in pain. Like he does everything else, Sonny methodically and steadily forces the huge dildo up my ass with me crying out, "Stop, it's too big!" Sonny says, "You're playing the role perfectly, Dylan," as he pushes it in the rest of it's eight inch length with the fake balls finally tight against the back of my balls pushing my scrotum forward. It's very painful without any pleasure sensations working their way past the pain, no pleasure sensations at all. Sonny mutters, "I've got the hardest boner I think I've ever had," as he walks around in front of me and and gets down on his knees, then lifts my head with his fingers under my chin, and says, "The dildo should feel good when your rectum relaxes more. Suck my cock to get your mind off the pain." My jaws are tightly closed as I grind my teeth against the pain. Sonny's like, "Open your mouth!" I do, and as he's stretching my neck holding my head up, he slides his boner in my mouth on my tongue, saying, "This is the hottest thing I've ever done." I get into sucking the head of his boner, with Sonny rubbing my hair stubble, mumbling, "I can hardly believe what a good job I did giving you this haircut. Oh sure, I didn't intend for it to be nearly this short, heh, heh, that wasn't planned, but it's kinda cool looking. Don't ya think?" There's precum drooling out of Sonny's cock now, and the pain's become manageable, so I mutter, "Uh huh," around the head of his cock. He goes, "You're remarkable, Dylan, what a lucky day it was for me that first night I sat on your lap going to Ray's basketball game. I knew I'd have you eventually, but never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be this good, no fucking way." After a couple of minutes Sonny pulls his cock from my mouth, saying, "I'm starting to get that orgasm feeling in my stomach," as a string of precum breaks from the pee slit of his cock and drifts down to wetly streak against my chin, he asks, "Does it feel okay in your ass yet, Dylan?" and I realize the hurt is gone and just an incredible full feeling in my rectum remains, maybe the fullest feeling I've ever experienced. I mumble, "It feels fine now, Sonny." He give the back of my thigh a loud, stinging, "Smack!" using the hand with the rubber glove, making me grunt. Sonny grabs the dildo's balls and begins pulling it back out and the sensations explode in my rectum. I go, "Mmmmm, oooh, ooh, Sonny, mmmm." He laughs, "I'm jealous, Dylan, you're getting all the hot sexy pleasure." He pulls it back until the fat head is distending the lips of my anus, then he shoves it back up my ass with the dildo's hard balls smacking the back of my nuts with me moaning in sexual pleasure and seeing dots in front of my eyes as I hop off the floor, then push back on the dildo, moaning, "Aaaah, ash, oooh yeaaah, oooh." Retracting and pushing it right back up my ass creates one long, "Ooooooh, aaaah, mmmm," from me, as my boner lifts off my stomach to stick straight out, parallel to my belly with me hovering over it moaning with sexual arousal. This goes on for a couple of minutes with Sonny chuckling at my increasingly submissive moans as a million pleasure sensations from my rectum and prostate sizzle from my rectum to my boner and hard nuts, then spread out all around my stomach. Sonny continues manipulating the dildo back and forth in my ass and I'm in a highly and constant state of extreme sexual arousal with my climax quickly building to a crescendo. My forehead's on the floor now and sweat breaks out all over me. I've pushed my ass up in the air and I'm supporting myself on my toes with Sonny driving the dildo downward now. My ass lips are constantly quivering and then my back arches and my embarrassingly high-pitched squeal echoes in my ears as a rush of cum flies from my cock in a tight fast moving stream hitting me under my chin, splashing cum spray on my chest. I collapse on the floor my whole body shaking as three more shots of cum have me delirious with sexual pleasure and my toes curl as my shoulders shudder uncontrollably. This climax started building when I rimmed Ray, and it built-up a lot more from the dominant forced haircut, and then the dildo in my rectum expanding the walls of my rectum a great deal, barely able to take the dildo. All of these actions where done by a dominant sex partner and the combined sexual stimulation was enormous. I lay weakly on the floor moaning quietly as pleasure sensations continue sizzling around my ass and groin area. Sonny says, "I almost had an orgasm watching you have yours. Now it's my turn." to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty as they need your help to cover expenses. Thank you so much!