Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2013 06:38:00 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 6 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 6 by Donny Mumford We're on the job Wednesday, having a morning break at a Dunkin' Donuts. Ryan and I are sitting on the ground leaning against the side of the building eating our donuts and drinking iced coffees. Robby comes over holding a hot coffee and as Ryan and I look up at him, he bends down, to quietly say, "You two are sitting too close together." Ryan hops over about six inches, saying, "Oh, Rob, I like sitting close to Dylan." Robby says, "I know you do and it's fine, but not on the job. Don't pout, Ryan, it's okay. Just not on the job." Ryan mutters, "Okay, Rob." Robby smiles, then says to me, "It's a go tonight for Vinnie and Dodger's haircuts," which reminds me Ryan and Robby will be together tonight. I go, "I got nothing else to do, so fine." He grins, asking, "You had something to do last night, didn't ya?" I say, "Don't treat me like a little kid, Rob." Robby rubs my shoulder, saying, "Sorry, I didn't mean to treat either of you like little kids, but you gotta agree that snuggling on the job isn't a real good idea." I go, "You're right. Are you and Ryan going anywhere special tonight?" He says, "Probably the same place you and I went last night. Hey, I gotta tell ya, Dodger's excited about the, um, haircut and, of course, Vinnie is too. Where my brother goes, Vinnie's not far away." I say, "Dodger gets excited about his haircut because of his fetish." Robby stands up and lights a cigarette, "Yeah, that's crazy... that haircut fetish thing." Blowing out smoke, he asks, "When do you want me to pick you up, Ryan?" Ryan asks, "Is seven okay?" Robby responds, "Seven it is. Dylan, you still good with cutting the boys hair at the pool house? My parents will be at dinner with our neighbors, the Whites." I go, "Sure, we can all smoke in the pool house and we can't in my basement, so it's better there." Robby puffs his cigarette, and absently mutters, "Dodger promised my parents to quit smoking in the Army." I go, "Ha! Good luck with that. The Army's where guys learn to smoke." Robby's like, "Yeah, fat chance of him quitting there. Or at college too." Finished his coffee, Robby compliments us, "Nice work on that first property. I'm going to see how the other guys are doing. Love you two, watch the cuddling on the job though, okay?" I go, "You got it, Rob," and he chuckles, probably because I'm calling him 'Rob' instead of Robby. When I'm with Ryan I can't call him 'Robby' for some reason. I look over at Ryan, "We got busted," and he goes, "I don't care, and scoots right back over against me. Without thinking I put my arm around him. Robby turn arounds to wave at us and Ryan hops back away from me six inches which strikes me as funny and I get the giggles. When Ryan and me are together we're like little kids sometimes; we're the kids and Robby's the adult. It's kinda fun actually. Robby's being a nice adult too, not overbearing at all. I say, "I love our daddy," and Ryan gets the giggles, muttering, "Daddy Rob," as he hops over right up against me again. I say, "Maybe our daddy needs to be sterner with his twins," and we both start doing that stupid thing of laughing at something that's not really funny, but when the laughing lets up one of us will say, "Stern daddy," and it gets us going with the dumb laughing again. Then we hear Robby calling out to his crew, "Lets go guys, break's over," so we get up together and finish the last of our iced coffees, then climb up onto the truck bed and sit in our spot with Ryan almost in my lap. He says, "Ya wanna see if you can give me a boner again?" I go, "Sure," and he takes my hand and puts it on his dick, which feels big even through his cargo shorts. Not a bad job working for Dickers Landscaping... it's fun and we get paid for it. The fun ends when Robby assigns me the walk-behind monster-mower for the entire back yard. William will do the pruning and tree limb removal because that requires an experienced guy. The walk-behind mower kills my biceps with each turn, but I'm keeping the cut-line pretty straight except when a friggin squirrel runs right in front of the mower and I jerk the mower away from the squirrel. Running over the squirrel would be messy. I need to redo two swipes of the lawn to correct the lines; fuckin' squirrel. Half the attraction of having a landscape company cut your lawn is we do it like they do it in baseball parks, cutting the grass in wide diagonal straight lines that look cool. You go diagonally down the yard leaving the uncut grass leaning forward, and when you come up with a cut next to that one it pushes the cut grass the other way so it looks like two shades of green. It's professional, which is why Robby's big on keeping the cut-lines straight, and therein lies the stressful part for me. I'd rather be using the leaf blower or a weed whacker. Derek's right, weed whaking kills your biceps too, but you don't need to think too much while you're doing it. We've one more job and then it's lunch break. During lunch Robby's eating with the other supervisors, Derek and William are sitting on the tailgate of the truck eating their lunch, while Chubby, Ryan, and I are sitting on a brick wall eating ours. Ryan sits right next to me after we get our lunch from the cooler. Chubby's egg salad sandwiches are delicious and we chat while eating two each, with Ryan mostly listening. I ask him, "What'd ya make for your lunch?" He goes, "Peanut butter and jelly, but the jelly soaked through the bread and it's soggy." He throws it back into his lunch bag. I give him the last half of my second egg salad sandwich, asking, "Did ya bring anything else?" As I'm munching on potato chips, he goes, "Nah, I was late this morning," so I share my potato chips. I say, "I'll stop at the market after work and get stuff for tomorrow's lunch and make lunch for all three of us to help you with your first lunch for the three of us and I'm making roast beef sandwiches for tomorrow. He leans against me, saying, "Thanks, Dylan, you rock," and Chubby goes, "You two are are so sweet together it's lucky I'm not a diabetic." Ryan asks, "Why's that, Chubby?" He chuckles, and I inform Chubby, "Ryan and me are two of the boyfriends in our threesome of boyfriends. Our mutual boyfriend, Robby, asked me to look out for Ryan until he gets his feet under him. This is his first job ever." Ryan puts his arm around me and squeezes, saying, "Dylan's doing a great job of it, too." Chubby eats a potato chip, then mutters, "Oh, that explains it then. Nothing unusual at all about your threesome." Ryan asks, "Really? I thought it was unusual." Chubby goes, "I was being facetious; obviously you three have the oddest arrangement I've ever heard of. I never thought it had a prayer of working, but it seems to be, and so I'm happy for all three of you." We finish drinking our Cokes while eating cupcakes; Ryan and me taking turns with bites from mine, then we all lick icing from our fingers going, "Yum!" As we drive to Wednesday's first afternoon job in the back of the truck, I explain to Ryan that after work I'll be giving haircuts to Dodger and Vinnie, but tomorrow after dinner I'll bring the stuff to make lunch for the three of us. Tomorrow's Thursday, our sleep over night. He nods his head, but not his fast nod because he's disappointed I can't come with him right after work tomorrow. Squeezing the back of his neck and looking him in the eyes, I tell him, "I'm sorry, Ryan." He stares back for a couple of seconds and then, as we bounce in the bed of the truck when Robby hits a bump in the road, we do a ridiculously long kiss, again groping our packages when we finish. Ryan puts his head on my shoulder for a bit and I get my arm around him. As Robby's parking the truck Ryan lifts his head and whispers in my ear, "You're so cool, Dylan," then his tongue goes in my ear. We smile at each other as I mumble, "You too." I help unload the truck with my finger trying to clean my ear of Ryan's spit, then Robby assigns me to the big walk-behind mower again. It's a rather difficult afternoon, but eventually we're done with our last job of the day, and Robby's parking the truck in the lot. After changing in the locker room, I bump fist with Chubby, asking, "Pizza okay with you for dinner?" He goes, "Absolutely, see ya later." Ryan, Robby, and me walk down to Robby's pick up so Robby and I can give Ryan goodbye kisses with me saying, "See ya later, Ryan," and Robby saying, "I need to run some errands for dad anyway; see you at around seven o'clock, Ryan." Ryan waves and walks to his car as Robby asks, "Ready to go, boyfriend?" I give him a hug, saying, "Yep, but I can't wait for my next night with you. Oh yeah, we need to pick up my barber stuff before you drop me off at your house. Hey, do you wanna have pizza with me and Chubby?" Robby's like, "Tomorrow's your sleep-over, wow, you guys are lucky." I go, 'Yeah, you and me need to wait for a weekend trip to sleep together; a sleep-over for us would be too obvious." He goes, "You got that right, but there's always our sophomore year." As we're driving to my place, I ask, "Should we ask Ryan to be our roommate in the fall?" He goes, "Hmmm, wouldn't that be awkward for Chubby?" I rub my face with the palm of my hand, going, "Jeez, I don't know about that, I'd need to feel him out. It might be awkward for him if you, me, and Ryan take turns sleeping together. Talk about obvious!" Robby says, "Yeah, the odd man out of our threesome would sleep in Chubby's room, but if somehow that's okay with Chubby, it works for me." I go, "Or we could get a three bedroom apartment so Chubby always has his own room." Robby goes, "That's an interesting possibility. Ryan chipping in with a quarter of the rent would help the financial situation too, and be a selling point where Chubby's concerned." I go, "Absolutely, Chubby told me he wants to handle his money better next semester." Robby goes, "I think you might have come up with the perfect solution, a three bedroom apartment, but do they have three bedroom apartments?" I go, "We'll find out if one's available before mentioning it to either Ryan or Chubby." Robby reaches over to give me a pat on my shoulder, saying, "My boyfriend's smart and cute!" Ah ha, another compliment; love those compliments. We're turning onto my street when I remember Connor. "I gotta call Connor; wouldn't it be funny if he has something he just has to do Saturday night and can't come to his own going away party?" Robby mutters, "That would really suck." Taking out my iPhone, I think for a minute, then recall his number and key it in. Connor answers, "Dylan! You didn't forget me. How ya doing?" I go, "I'm good, Connor. Why don't you ever call me?" He says, "Um, I don't want to bother you, and if I call you might think I have another problem that you end up helping me with. It's like, I can just imagine the look on your face if you see it's me on your caller ID. You'd be like, 'Oh no, not more problems from Connor.' Ya know? Plus you're popular and you're probably busy anyway." I say, "Connor, Connor, Connor, you don't know me very well I guess because none of what you just said is true. I think of you as one of my best friends and would love to see your name on my caller ID. Come to think of it, I don't think you've ever called me, not even once." He goes, "I don't like to bother people." I mumble, "Okay, but it wouldn't be a bother. How was your day with Robby's brother, Dodger?" Connor says, "We haven't had a day together yet, but I'm really psyched about him going in the Army with me on the buddy system, totally psyched!" I'm confused, "Didn't he call you?" "Yeah, he did, but my mom was, um, under the weather the day he wanted to get together and I needed to take care of her. I'm going to meet him tomorrow so we can get to know each other better. I've met him before ya know, and he's so, um, outrageous... in a good way, ya know? I really like him." I'm like, "Yeah, I like him too. Hey, we're having a surprise going away party Saturday night. Well, it's not a surprise now that I've told you about it, but you need to be there 'cause it's for you too." He says, "Oh, I don't want to butt into Dodger's going away party, I'd feel funny." I go, "It's your going away party, ya nut. We didn't even know Dodger was joining the Army when we started planning it, it was for you from the start." He asks, "Really? You guys were planning a party for me?" "Yep, because you're awesome, everybody loves you, and we're going to miss you so we wanted an appropriate goodbye, until we meet again, ya know, after you're basic training. We'll probable have a welcome home party for ya too because you're important to us." He's speechless or something because I hear nothing, except, was that a sob? "Connor, you still there?" He goes, "Yeah, I don't know what to say. That's so, um, so nice of you, Dylan. No wonder I love you, you're like the best thing that's ever happened to me." That's another compliment I can add to my list. I go, "You're right, I am awesome, but listen; how 'bout I pick you up at three o'clock Saturday and you can keep me company while I drive to North Andover to get Cory Dunlevy. He's coming to the party too." Connor goes, "What? I talked with Cory earlier today and he didn't say anything about that." I chuckle, mumbling, "Duh, that's because it was supposed to be a surprise, but we changed it now that Dodger's going in the Army too. Cory's spending the night with me and you should too. We'll have a sleep-over after the party; we'll make s'mores, play hide and seek, get those glo lights, and sing, kum ba yah." He goes, "Huh?" So I say, "Okay, forget the kum ba yah and s'mores. How 'bout it, can you be ready at three o'clock Saturday and spend the night with me after the party?" Another quiet sniffle, then, "I'm really touched, Dylan. I mean, I can't believe how nice this is. Of course I'll be ready and you're off the charts nice to pick up Cory and let us stay with you after the party. I'm overwhelmed to tell you the truth." I go, "Awesome! Hey, how ya been?" We talk about his first week of summer vacation. He's worked at the restaurant each night and basically takes care of his mother during the day. Drunk and drugged-up is no way to go through life, but apparently that's what's up with his mother. She's in a detox center at the moment and will still be there when Connor heads off for basic training. He'll need to take a bus to the hospital if he wants to say goodbye to her before he leaves. It's painful listening to Connor describe his daily life, but he never complains about it. Yeah, the Army will seem like a vacation to Connor after what he's been through. It's a blessing his mother's in detox because Connor can at least have a life for a few days free of her. That's a terrible thing to say, but it's the truth. Of course, Connor would never say that. Guess he's just used to it by now. He won't go into details, but it sounds like he has to clean up her vomit and worse when she's out of her mind with the drugs and alcohol. I go, "Um, Connor, let's look ahead and think about Saturday. I'm sorry for your mother, but you need a life, too. He goes, "Oh, it's not all bad, Dylan. Like she was okay last Sunday and made us a spaghetti dinner." Whoop di doo! I don't comment though, and Connor says, "Oh, I heard a joke at the restaurant last night. Do you wanna hear it?" Oh yeah, anything except more sad tales from poor, sweet Connor about his mother. I go, "Absolutely, what is it?" He says: "Two medical students observe an older man walking down the street stiff-legged, with his legs spread wide apart. One of the students thinks it' Peltry syndrome and the other says it's Zovitzki syndrome. They're interested who's right so they catch up to the man, and introduce themselves as medical students, and the first one tells the old fellow that walking stiff- legged with legs spread is symptomatic of Peltry syndrome. The old guy says he's wrong. The other med student says he knew it wasn't Peltry, it's Zovitzki syndrome. The man tells him he's wrong too. The medical students look confused, so the old guy he tells them not to feel bad because he was wrong too. He thought it was just gas." I go, "That's gross! Poop in your pants is gross. Round up a couple of jokes for Saturday though, I'll get you at three o'clock. Bring a toothbrush." Connor hesitates, then asks, "Um, ah, what should I wear, Dylan? To the party, I mean." I go, "Wear whatever you want. It's casual, or you can wear whatever you want from my clothes." He says, "I love you, ya know." I say, "Right back at ya, Connor." He mumbles, "You know what I mean. Are we gonna get a chance to, you know?" I say, "Yep, depend on it." Connor thanks me a few more times and we click off. I tell Robby about it and he just shakes his head slowly, muttering, "What some guys need to go through. We're so lucky, Dylan, and we take it for granted our parents are so good to us." I say, "Yeah, you're right. Every time I talk to Connor I end up feeling sad, like I want to cry, but good too because he seems so happy we're talking." Robby pulls to the curb below my condo, saying, "We do what we can, Dylan, and you especially have been excellent at being Connor's friend. Think of the positives." We get out and walk up the steps as I try to concentrate on the positives; him getting away from his pathetic home life is a positive, fer sure. I just hope the detox center can help his mother. Changing the subject, I tell Robby the joke, and he goes, "Ewww, crapping in your pants," and the face he makes gets me chuckling. He has a naturally funny way about him. In my condo, after getting my barber stuff, I clean up while Robby drinks a root beer from my refrigerator. He washed his face and hands while I was getting the clippers and now he's watching me do the same in my bathroom. When I dry off he puts his arm around my neck and we do a long luscious lovers' kiss that leaves me dizzy and there's a root beer taste in my mouth, and I've got another boner in my pants. Panting, I ask, "How the hell are we managing to pull off this threesome, Robby?" He says, "The three of us care about each other so much that we swallow our jealousy and wait our turns. I could just eat you, you're so cute." We kiss again, then walk to his pickup telling each other how special each of us is. At his house, Robby drops me off and goes off on his errands, then he'll pick up Ryan. I go to the pool house, but it's empty. Ringing the bell brings Vinnie to the door, he's goes, "Hi, Dylan. Can you get Dodger to change his mind about joining the Army?" I give him a hug, muttering, "Wish I could, Vinnie. How you been?" He goes, "I've been embarrassing myself, crying like a baby about Dodger going in the Army. I love Dodger." I say, "He loves you too, Vinnie, and he'll love you while he's in the Army, too. Just think of your reunion when Dodger gets a leave or vacation, or whatever it's called. Where is he anyway?" "In the bathroom doing number two, he won't let me watch." I ask, "Why would you want to watch?" He shrugs, "I don't know, he lets me watch him pee." I go, "Huh," rolling my eyes. "What kinda haircut do you want today, Vinnie?" He thinks about it, then mumbles, "I don't know, Dodger hasn't told me what I want yet. Hey, will you still give me haircuts even though Dodger's in the Army?" I go, "Sure, if you can get over to my place," and he's like, "No, problem thanks. Should I call you?" I go, "That'd be best, Vinnie, that way you'll know if I'm home." Out comes Dodger, without his usual bluster. "Hey, Dylan, whassup?" I go, "How ya doing, Dodger?" He asks me, "Do you think I made a mistake joining the Army?" I lie because it's too late now to change it, "No, not if it's what you want to do it. It's your life. I'm sure you have your reasons." He goes, "Well, thank you, Dylan! You're the first person who hasn't called me an idiot. It's wearing me out and fucking with my mind." Checking my watch, I go, "Um, can we get going with the haircuts? We can talk while I'm cutting your hair." Dodger goes. "Oh no, not when you're cutting my hair. I like to concentrate on my awesome fetish. It's so fucking sexy." He's more like his old self now that we're talking about haircuts. We walk out to the pool house as Vinnie asks Dodger, "What kind of haircut do I want, Dodger?" Dodger says, "Hmmm, I don't know. What's a hot style. Dylan?" I go, "We're been leaning towards burr haircuts recently. They're shorter on the sides and back than buzz cuts, but about the same on the top. Overall it's shorter than a buzz cut though, and I gave Chubby an extra short burr for his last haircut and that's what Robby, Ryan and I are getting on Saturday." Dodger says, "That's what I want then; we'll have the same haircuts for my going away party." I ask, "Is that what you want, Vinnie?" He ask Dodger, "Do I, Dodger?" Dodger goes, "Yep." Inside the pool house Dodger lights a cigarette; Vinnie seeing that, fumbles his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and he lights up, too. I go, "Don't smoke while I'm cutting your hair." Dodger goes, "Okay, but you still gotta set up your barbershop." I ask, "Where's an electric socket?" Dodger shrugs, "I don't know," and I go, "Hey, I'm doing you guys a favor here. Help me out, will ya?" Dodger goes, "Uh-uh, you're wrong about that, we're doing you the favor. Vinnie and I are gonna fuck you so good you'll remember me until I get home on leave after basic training. We're gonna give you a fuck you'll remember us by, right Vinnie?" Vinnie goes, "Right, Dodger," and I go, "Don't do me any favors, I've got two hot boyfriends who keep me plenty happy, now where the hell is an electric socket?" Dodger says, "Find him a socket, Vinnie." Dodger comes over to me and gets his arm around my neck pulling my head over so our faces are two inches apart. He says, "I'm going in the Army, Dylan. I could get killed, so don't be mean to me, okay? We're special friends, you and me. When Robby dumps you for Ryan, I'm here for you. Think of me as your safety net 'cause I won't let you fall. Plus, you know you've had a thing for me since the day we first met around the pool and you asked to wear my speedo bathing suit. Of course I let you use it. When I took it off I saw you drooling looking at my cock, the same cock that's fucked you numerous times. So, don't be snippy with me, okay? You know I love you." I ask, "Are you under a doctor's care, maybe six or eight psychiatrists, something like that?" He pats my cheek, saying, "Has anyone ever told you you're very cute?" I go, "No, I haven't heard that before," and Dodger says, "Well, you are," and he kisses my lips. "Your lips are almost as sexy as your ass; we're going to make a very cute couple after Robby dumps you, but first I gotta get this Army thing out of the way." I ask, "Do you know what 'delusional' means?" He laughs and says, "No, I don't believe I do. Do you know, Vinnie?" Vinnie says, "I don't think so. Does it have something to do with food?" Dodger laughs again and squeezes my arm, saying, "You're so cool, Dylan. There's an electric socket behind that chair." Vinnie says, "Here's one too." There's a table near Vinnie's socket so I plug the clippers in there and lay them on the table. "We need a barber's chair, Dodger," and he goes, "I got just the chair, Dylan," and it's perfect too. It's a bar stool with arms, and it swivels. Not that I need a chair that swivels, but it's cool. Dodger carries it near the table where the clippers are, and I say, "We need a good light now." Vinnie says, "How about that one, Dylan?" He's pointing to a light on the other side of the room. It's a floor lamp that's curves up and over from its stand. I can adjust it as needed and it has a hundred watt bulb. I go, "Way to go, Vinnie. That's perfect." He says, "I'll get it for you. I'm excited because I think I caught Dodger's haircut fetish and the thought of a short burr haircut makes my balls buzz." Dodger and I laugh at his enthusiasm, then I say, "Maybe your fetish actually is contagious, Dodger! I've been getting a buzzing in my nuts giving short haircuts recently." He goes, "Ya can't catch it from somebody, you two just want to emulate me." I go, "Oooh, 'emulate', that's a mighty big word." Dodger says, "That reminds me of a joke. 'This guy comes home to his trailer after work to greet his common law wife and she tells him she's thinking about leaving him because someone told her she's been living with a pedophile. The man says, 'pedophile?' Honey, that's a mighty big word for a twelve year old'". I go, "That's disgusting," and Vinnie says, "No, the man's right, that is a big word for a twelve year old. I wouldn't have known what it means when I was that age." Dodger and I exchange smirks 'cause ya gotta love Vinnie. He takes everything at face value. Dodger says to me, "And he's on the honor roll in high school every semester. Ain't ya, Vinnie?" as Dodger gives him a hug and a kiss. Vinnie says, "Yep, but there's nothing wrong with that," and I go, "Enough of this intellectual discourse, who's first?" Dodger says, "Vinnie's first because I want to see what this short burr haircut looks like." Vinnie, standing near me, pulls his shirt over his head and his clean scent drifts by me. He takes two or three showers a day. Vinnie hops right up on the improvised barber's chair and I run a comb through his clean dark brown hair, asking, "What's the final decision, Vinnie?" He goes, "What Dodger said." I run my fingers through his hair now. Nice head of hair. It's grown over the top of his ears and is about an inch and a half on top. "How long's it been since I cut your hair last, Vinnie?" He asks, "How long, Dodger?" Dodger lights another cigarette, mumbling, "Too long. I don't know, six or seven weeks," as he pulls a chair over to watch. I go, "Give me a drag, Dodger," and he holds his cigarette up and I inhale without taking it from him. Dodger says, "Vinnie and I are going to smoke while fucking you, because it's sexy. Ain't it, Vinnie?" Vinnie goes, "Uh huh," as I attach a quarter-inch guide to the clippers, then touch the back of Vinnie's head and he leans his head forward so far his chin touches his bare chest. Cooperative kid and very likable. I squeeze the back of his neck and and run my fingers through his hair; a very soft, full head of hair on this kid. Vinnie peeks back at me, and says, "That feels good, Dylan," so I do it again. Vinnie has an olive complexion, but a different shade than my brother. I run the clippers all the way up the back and over the crown a little. For Dodger and Vinnie I'm not going to use the half-inch guide for the hair on top, then use the clippers over comb technique. That way I can blend the different lengths together from the start. It's always a little startling to see the amount of hair that's clipped off as it drifts over the clippers to fall onto Vinnie's shoulders and then slide to the floor. That's especially true when reducing the hair to a quarter-inch, which is very short, shorter than it sounds actually. By the third run up the back of his head I feel my balls buzzing and Dodger's groping himself, muttering, "Jesus, that's short." Vinnie looks scalped in back as compared to the longish other hairs on his head, but they'll get their's soon enough. Done the back I do the same for the sides going up to the top of his head on both sides. As I'm cutting the sides, Vinnie's looking at the cut hairs that drifted off his shoulder to his lap, and mutters, "Damn, that's a lot of hair," then his fingers feels the quarter inch hair on the back of his head. "Man, my hair's never been this short before!" Dodger says, "It's fucking sexy, Vinnie. My hair will be even shorter than that when I'm in basic training. I'll probably cum in my fatigues right in the barber chair and I can't wait for that. Hope they make us get it cut every week too; that what I read." I ask, "Is that why you joined the Army, Dodger?" He goes, "No, but it's one of the benefits." Done the sides and back with the quarter-inch guide, I put the eighth-inch guide on like I did with Chubby's haircut, then taper from his sideburns halfway up his head on the sides and back, as Dodger mutters, "Awesome haircut, Dylan. It looks easy to do, but I bet it's not." I go, "You'll see evidence of that fact from the haircut I'm getting Saturday from the inexperienced, Ryan." Dodger goes, "Heh heh, can't wait. You'll still be cool though, Dylan. Bad haircut or not." I say, "Jeez, it'll be a close call, Dodger." I use the trimmers to outline around Vinnie's ears making the sixteenth of an inch hairs look longer. Then I comb up the hair from front to back on top, just above the quarter-inch hair on the sides and run the clippers down the comb cutting the hair slightly longer than a quarter-inch. Moving towards the middle of his head I comb up the longer hairs, that appear much longer than an inch and a half compared to the cut hairs, and cut them a little long than the first cut and so on until I reach the middle of his head, and I do the same thing from the other side. Longest hair on Vinnie's head is now a half-inch in front tapper back to the quarter of an inch at the crown. A very tight haircut reminding me of the one Willie and I got at that barber shop near a military base near Sea Isle City. I need to adjust the length subtly here and there so it's a gradual taper everywhere eliminating any hint of shingles from one length to the next. I'm expecting mucho shingles on my head by the time Ryan's done with it. Robby will probably try correcting Ryan's mistakes, which will only make it worse, but I'm committed to the threesome; a bad haircut is a small price to pay for our awesome threesome. I couldn't hurt Ryan's or Robby's feelings, no way. When I say, "All done, Vinnie," he does the same thing Chubby did, he feels all over his bristly head. "Oh my God, this is so short, Dodger," Vinnie whines. Dodger's like, "Never mind that, Vinnie, look at the boner I got in my pants. What an awesome thing to watch! I can't wait, Dylan, I'm next. I want my haircut to look just like Vinnie's." Vinnie goes over to the mirror on the wall and says, "I'm scalped this time. This is too short, Dylan!" He can't stop feeling it with his fingers. I say, "It's a short burr, like Dodger wanted. Talk to him, I'm just the barber cutting it the way people tell me they want it." Dodger has his shirt off already, and as he's sitting in the chair, he says, "You'll get used to it, Vinnie. You look tough, dude." I ask, "Same for you, Dodger?" He says, "Yeah, I already told ya that," and I mumble, "Just wanna make sure." I do the same haircut for Dodger's brown hair, but need to stop four times because Dodger frantically says each time, "Stop, I'm going to cum in my pants!" The first time he said it, I ask, "That's the idea, isn't it?" He goes, "Normally, but Vinnie and me need to fuck you after our haircuts so I want a full supply of spunk." I go, "Oh." When Dodger's haircut is done Vinnie feels better about his haircut. Vinnie reaches up feeling Dodger's burr as Dodger's running his fingers over Vinnie's. "This is the best, Dylan! How come you never mentioned this burr haircut before?" I go, "I don't know, Dodger, it just came up somehow when your brother was cutting my hair." Dodger mutters, "I wouldn't let Robby near my hair, not with clippers or scissors. That boy's awesome, but he can't cut hair for shit." I say, "He's getting better, he really is." Done feeling each other's bristly hair, Dodger comes over, looks me in the eyes, and says, "Good haircuts, now you get your reward." I go, "Oh goody." Dodger yells, "Vinnie, where are you?" Vinnie's lighting a cigarette staring at his burr haircut from his reflection in the mirror. "I'm right here, Dodger," and Dodger's like, "Come over here and help me undress Dylan." Then to me, "This is my goodbye fuck for you, Dylan. I nagged Robby to make him let me do it; he didn't want to, for some crazy reason about you giving up sex on the side. To that I say, Ha!" Vinnie comes over with a cigarette between his lips; the eye over the cigarette is squinted closed to avoid the drifting smoke. He unsnaps my cargo shorts, pulls down the zipper and pull the shorts down to my ankles, and says around his cigarette, "Lift your foot," real sternly,probably imitating how Dodger orders him to do the same thing, for the same reason. I obey, and he wrestles my shorts over my sneaker, ordering, "Other foot now,"and I lift that foot as Dodger says, "Arms in the air." I do that and Dodger pulls my T-shirt over my head while Vinnie's pulling down my jockey shorts, ordering, "Lift your foot," then "The other one," and now I'm naked. With smoke pouring from his nose, Vinnie get my cock in his fist, and asks Dodger, "Where do we want him, Dodger?" Dodger throws my T-shirt in the small pile of my jockey and cargo shorts, saying, "Take him over to the ping pong table again, and get him bent over, hands on the table, and then you suck his cock." Vinnie pulls me by my dick, like Ryan does, and leads me to where his hero told him to take me. Dodger says, "Pretend you're our prisoner, okay Dylan?" I go, "Don't push it, Dodger." He says seriously, "I'm not pushing it! Robby said Vinnie and I could pretend you're our prisoner and you need to do everything we say." I mutter, "Liar," and Dodger laughs, saying, "He said something like that; I can't remember the exact words, can you, Vinnie?" He says, "Um, I don't remember," and Dodger laughs again, saying to me, "See?" as if that verifies his bullshit story. Over at the ping pong table, still holding my cock in his fist, Vinnie reaches around and 'slap!' goes his hand on my ass, "Bend over and grab the table, prisoner!" Damn if my balls don't get buzzing again! It was slightly arousing cutting their hair very short, but not enough to get a boner. If those two haircuts didn't do it for me, it looks like I'm not going to be lucky enough to embrace that fetish. I got a boner cutting Chubby's hair in a short burr, but that's probably because it was Chubby. My submissive fetish is still available though, so I'll see if these two get me going like Ryan can. I say, "Shouldn't you tie your prisoner's hands?" Dodger's like, "That's the spirit! Damn, you're a good sport, Dylan. You're the best." He doesn't know about my fetish, nobody except Robby, Ryan, and Willie knows about it, and I'm not even sure Robby realizes it's a fetish. Dodger takes some velcro strips used to keep a garden hose rolled up and he pulls my wrist together and tightly fastens them with the velcro strip. He uses another one pulling my elbows together so my arms are secured together from elbows to wrists. "Let's see you get out of that," Vinnie says. Damn, I didn't expect this, it's not very comfortable. Dodger lights a cigarette smirking at me. Then he says, "Vinnie's right, you're pretty much fucked being naked without the use of your arms. What can you do? Vinnie and I could go in the house and play video games and you'd have no choice but to wait here for us. Ya wanna play video games, Vinnie?" Dodger blows a long stream of exhaled cigarette smoke in my face as Vinnie goes, "Sure, what game do you wanna play, Dodger?" I say, "You skin heads are all alike," and Dodger laughs, comes over to me and puts his arm around my neck, inhales from his cigarette and kisses me. It was unexpected and my lips are parted so he exhales the cigarette smoke into my mouth. I gasp, inhaling it and blowing it out my nose, muttering, "Sexy, Dodger," and he does it again. Vinnie goes, "Do it to me, Dodger," so he does. They do a long kiss with smoke coming out both their noses. Dodger's grown to be a little bit taller than Robby and me, but Vinnie hasn't. He's on his tiptoes with his face back as Dodger hovers over him; they do another nicotine kiss with cigarette smoke leaving their noses and puffs of smoke escaping from both their lips. Hot! Those two are hot. Vinnie goes, "I'll do it with Dylan now," as he lights his own cigarette walking over to me. He takes a drag and imitates his idol by exhaling it in my face, then he gets my balls in his fist, saying, "Bend down prisoner and kiss me back or I'll squeeze your nuts." He will too, so I do as I'm told and Vinnie gives me a very good french kiss exhaling a huge amount of smoke into my mouth. I do a big inhale hoping to avoid getting my balls smashed. Then he does it again and he's a very good kisser; not in Ryan's class, but who is? When they get tired of this, Dodger says, "Suck our prisoner a boner, Vinnie. I wanna see him walking around with a boner." Vinnie says, "Up on the table prisoner," I look questionably at him, and he says, "You heard me," as Dodger chuckles, muttering, "That's my boyfriend," and Vinnie gets my balls again, so I go, "Okay, okay," but it's not real easy with my arms tied like this. I finally face away from the table and jump up on it, pulling my legs up and then lay on my back. Vinnie leans over and licks at my cock and balls, then gets my dick in his fingers and puts it in his mouth as Dodger's running his hands over my body, saying, "Nice bod, dude. You always had a nice body. Love the shaved pubes." I mutter, "Thanks, Dodger," but most of my attention's focused on my cock and Vinnie's talented mouth. Dodger runs his fingers through my hair saying, "Hmmm, maybe I'll get you started on your burr haircut." I give him a 'don't you dare,' look. Vinnie takes my firm cock out of his mouth and takes a drag off his cigarette, saying, "That's a brilliant idea, Dodger," then, still exhaling smoke he puts my cock back in his mouth, smoke all around it. I go, "That's going too far, if you or Vinnie ever want another haircut from me, do not cut mine." Luckily there's no electric socket here or Dodger just might have done it, knowing him. Nothing fazes him. He goes, "Oh, okay I won't start your burr haircut then," and he runs his hand over his bristly haircut smirking cutely at me. Sometimes I think Robby's cuter than Dodger, and other times it's the other way around. Dodger cradles my head with his arm and does a couple more nicotine kisses and then puts his cigarette butt out in an empty Coke can. I've got a hard boner now and when Vinnie pulls it out of his mouth a precum string is attached to his lip. He wipes his mouth with the back out his hand, takes a drag, then puts his cigarette butt out too. "There's your boner, Dodger, and it's a beauty." Dodger unzips his fly, takes his cock out, and says, "Now me, Vinnie," and Vinnie goes down on his knees and gobbles Dodger's cock into his mouth going, "Mmmmm, hmmmm, mmm," as Dodger rubs his shorn head smiling at me, asking, "Ain't my boyfriend a killer cocksucker?" I ask, "Can I get off of this table?" Dodger says, "No, just stay put." This is cool, just enough dominance from Vinnie and Dodger, although I don't believe either of them thinks they're being dominant per se. Dodger's always had an overconfident personality to balance Robby's basically shy one, and Vinnie's just copying Dodger. Plus, watching Vinnie go at sucking his idol's cock, while Dodger nonchalantly lights another cigarette, is uber hot. I say, "You smoke too much, Dodger," and he blows smoke in my direction, saying, "Only with sex, other than that I don't even smoke as much as Robby." I got nothing to say to that except, "Oh." When Dodger has a raging four inch boner sticking straight out and dripping, he says, "Grab your knees, Vinnie." Vinnie pulls his pants down and bends over, sticking his ass in the air with his hands on his knees and his head looking back at Dodger, saying, "Give me a drag, Dodger." Dodger holds his cigarette to Vinnie's lips and Vinnie inhales. Then, as Dodger takes a drag he casually pushes his boner past Vinnie's sphincter muscle and both he and Vinnie exhale smoke, Vinnie with a long, "Ooooooh yeaaaaah, Dodger, fuck me." Dodger looks over at me grinning, then asks, "Isn't Vinnie the best?" I go, "For you, yeah." Taking a big drag off his cigarette, leaving it between his lips, Dodger grabs Vinnie's hips and pulls him backwards onto his cock until Vinnie's buttocks is tight against Dodger's groin. Dodger inhales smoke, blowing it out his nose, asking, "How's it feel, Vinnie?" Just watching those two keeps me boned up. Vinnie has a great ass and Dodger's got the swimmer's body; they're fucking volcanically hot together. Why Dodger's giving this up, I can't friggin' imagine. Vinnie wants another drag off Dodger's cigarette, so Dodger pulls his hard cock out with precum stringing from Vinnie's ass to Dodger's cock, then he gives Vinnie's ass a mighty smack, "Smack!" muttering, "Love your hole, Vinnie." He walks around, gives Vinnie a drag, and says, "Suck my cock." With smoke coming out of his mouth, Vinnie again gobbles Dodger's cock, and this time the head's in his throat because I can see the bulge. Vinnie works his throat muscles, his lips and cheeks sucking on Dodger's cock and ya gotta belive his tongue is lapping that boner to beat the band. Dodger pulls his cock from Vinnie's mouth, takes a drag of his cigarette, bends down and gives Vinnie another smoke involved kiss with Vinnie's saliva dripping off Dodger's incredibly hard boner. Dodger rubs Vinnie's recently shorn head and says, "I love ya, Vinnie, but you can stand up for now." He looks at me, and says, "Get your ass off that ping pong table, prisoner, 'cause it's your turn to feel my fat stubby cock up your ass." I've got no problem with that, I love getting fucked, in a sexual sense only, of course. Throwing my legs over the side of the ping pong table, I say, "Show me no mercy, Dodger, but I gotta be outta here by six-thirty." Vinnie lights a cigarette, and yells, "You'll get outta here when we say so, prisoner," then, "Right, Dodger?" Dodger laughs and says, "No, no quite quite, Vinnie. Dylan can leave whenever he wants to; we're just pretending he's our prisoner for some sexy fun. If Dylan needs to leave at six-thirty, that's when we let him go." Vinnie goes, "Oh yeah, you can go at six-thirty, Dylan, no problem. I'm sorry I yelled." All I can think is, 'Honor roll, he's on the honor roll?', but I say, "No problem, Vinnie, you're awesome." He says, "You too, prisoner." Dodger laughs and hugs Vinnie, saying, "I'm gonna miss you the most Vinnie, even more than my brother and Dylan." They kiss, Vinnie docile in Dodger's arms. Hopping off the table, my arms tethered together in front of me, I say, "Somebody give me a cigarette." Dodger breaks off his kiss with Vinnie and, stroking his boner, puts a cigarette between my lips and lights it. I mumble, "Thanks, dude," as I notice Vinnie's boner; it's apparently a result of Dodger fucking him for less then a minute. Vinnie's got it bad for Dodger, just like I have it bad for both Robby and Ryan. Even though my arms are tied together, from my elbows to my wrists, I can still reach up and take my cigarette out after taking a drag on it, which is what I do standing here naked while the other two are still partly dressed. As if he just read my mind, Dodger says, "Vinnie, take your pants all the way off and have Dylan suck your cock, then stick your boner up his ass." Vinnie goes, "Okay, Dodger," and grabs my nuts again, saying, "You heard him, prisoner, suck my cock!" I bend down, knowing Vinnie won't hesitate to crunch my nuts. I nudge his big cock, which is a slightly smaller version of Ryan's, nudging it enough to get my lips on it and then suck the head into my mouth. He smells clean; that's it for scent though, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. Dodger walks up behind Vinnie and passes him a lit cigarette, the one Dodger has smoked halfway down. Vinnie sucks on the cigarette blowing a lot of smoke around by face as I suck on his cock. Dodger walks up behind me and roughly stoves his boner up my ass, hugging me around my waist, as I go, "Umpth, oooh," and he pumps my ass fast while I suck Vinnie's cock with him exhaling drags off his cigarette. My cock is soon as hard as a short flag pole. "Ahhhhh," comes out of me as sensations grow, my balls churn cum. Dodger's cock feels good in my ass; the same for Vinnie's cock in my mouth and it gets my shoulders shuddering with sexual stimulation all around my groin. Dodger pulls his cock out of me, smacks my ass hard twice, 'SLAP! SLAP!' as I groan, totally aroused. He knows from past experience that I get hotter and hotter the rougher he is with me. One more 'SLAP!' and he lights another cigarette muttering, "Gay sex and cigarettes, what could be better?" Vinnie takes his cock out of my mouth and lets it go. It's dripping wet, hard up against my belly. He takes a drag off his cigarette, then puts it out, and bends down licking my balls like a puppy licks it's master's face, real fast licks, as I moan hoping he'll hum on my nuts. Dodger's got another smoke going, he smirks at me, gets behind Vinnie, cigarette bobbing between his lips, as he says, "I need another feel of your ass, Vinnie," and jams his cock back up Vinnie's ass with Vinnie sputtering, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," his teeth scraping my scrotum. Smoke from Vinnie's cigarette drifts up around my face and I'm basically one happy prisoner. A minute of pumping Vinnie's ass and Dodger pulls out, his cock shiny with precum. He takes the cigarette from his lips, going, "Hee hee, almost had an orgasm in my homie's ass." Then he smacks Vinnie's buttocks hard five times and I hear a weak, "Ow, ow, ow," from Vinnie. Dodger says, "Take your smacked ass and fuck Dylan, we'll do a train. Vinnie straightens up rubbing his ass and walks behind me to shove his big shlong up my ass and I go up on my toes. Dodger holds his cigarette's soggy wet filter to my lips. I inhale, my shoulders shuddering again as Vinnie plows my ass with his big cock. What is it with small-statured boys having big dicks? That's not a complaint though, as Vinnie's fucking me good and I bend at the waist to increase the awesome sensations of each thrust of Vinnie's fat cock. He's grunting with the effort as Dodger gets behind him, a fresh cigarette in his mouth, and drives his boner up Vinnie's rectum. Vinnie goes, "Oooooh!, as he bends forward his chin scraping against my back with each thrust of his cock to and fro in my butthole. Now Vinnie's doing his thrusts in time with Dodger's thrusts and it's like a two foot long cock fucking me with clouds of cigarette smoke falling from the sky; we're all grunting and moaning at the sexual thrill of it all, and that plus the 'slap, slap, slap' of skin against skin is all we hear for four or five minutes until Vinnie squeals, does a violent hump into me and fills me up with creamy teen cum. I feel a second of extra warmth in my ass and the slippery feel of his spunk, and it gets me bucking my hips whimpering from the exotic sexual sensations of orgasm as cum streams from my cock a good three feet before falling to the floor. A thousand black dots fill my vision as another four spurts of cum fly out about two feet before dropping to the tile floor to join their brothers. Vinnie's laying on my back now, his arms hugging me with his cock immobile in my rectum as Dodger sucks on his smoke and continues humping Vinnie's asshole. Vinnie and me are rocking unsteadily back and forth as Dodger hammers his cock up Vinnie's ass grunting with each thrust. Then, "Ohhh fuccccck!" from Dodger as he empties his nuts of spunk, filling Vinnie's bowels and I can hear the wet sound of the follow up thrusts with Dodger doing my wimpy sounds as his orgasm abates. Dodger's in charge, so he pulls his cock from Vinnie's ass, takes a deep breath and then lights a cigarette, mumbling, "That was an awesome climax." Then, "Stay inside Dylan, Vinnie." Dodger's on his fifth or sixth cigarette and, while smoking it, he tells me, "Suck Vinnie's butt juices off my cock, Dylan." I open my mouth, and he says, "Tongue way out, if you don't mind," and I stick my tongue out as far as I can so Dodger can lay his boner on it and slide it all the way back, forcing the head down my throat. I gag for a few seconds, then close my lips to suck and lick his cock for maybe three minutes; it never loses its hardness. Blowing smoke down around my face he pulls his cock out of my mouth, and says, "Okay, Vinnie, get your cock out of his ass and come around here to get it cleaned up." Vinnie pulls out of my ass, and a lot of cooling cum drools down the inside of both my legs. Dodger says, "Tongue out," and now I'm in a pretty good sexually submissive trance, one that neither of them is aware of. I get my tongue way out so Vinnie can do exactly what his idol did; he slides his messy cock along my tongue slowly until it hits the back of my throat, then down my throat it goes with Vinnie cupping behind my head with both hands to hold my head in place. I'm gagging like mad for a bit, but then settle down to suck and lick his cock. It's down my throat a good two and a half inches, his pubic hair surrounding my nose and mouth. I hear Vinnie inhaling the first drag of his latest cigarette, compliments of Dodger, no doubt, and then his exhaled smoke surrounds my face. When I'm sure I'm going to faint from lack of oxygen, Vinnie slides his cock out of my throat and I take a huge breath, then another, staying bent over until Dodger says, "You can stand up, prisoner." Standing, I'm dizzy, but glancing down I see I still have a decent boner going for me. Dodger's on his hands and knees wiping my cum off the floor. Vinnie asks, "How'd ya like me fucking a orgasm outta you, Dylan?" I mumble, "You fuck good, Vinnie, but I already knew that." He takes a drag off his cigarette rubbing his very short burr haircut, saying, "I'm getting used to this haircut; it makes me look tough," repeating what Dodger said twenty minutes ago. Dodger chuckles, as I say, "Yeah, it does, Vinnie. Are you going to ask for the same haircut next time?" He asks Dodger, "Am I, Dodger?" Dodger laughs again, saying, "How the fuck should I know? I'll be in the friggin' Army." Vinnie goes, "Oh. Well, I don't know yet, Dylan. I'll tell ya later." I chuckle, out of my trance now. Finished his cum clean-up, Dodger lights me a cigarette, saying, "It's five minutes of six so we got time for a second round. Take those velcro strips off Dylan, Vinnie." That's what Vinnie does as we're all losing our boners. Dodger sticks his cock back in his pants, saying, "You got a hot body, Vinnie." Neither of them put their shirt back on after their haircuts. I'm rubbing one arm and then the other get the circulation back, looking at Vinnie's hot body. He's about Ryan's size, but with a more muscular build. Dodger and me have bodies similar to Robby, although the brothers have more athletic builds. The three of us are basically the same size, but they both have more definition to their bodies. Of course Dodger's still got his shorts on, but I've seen him naked many times. We drink Cokes talking about our three-way sex and laughing at each other's squeals at climax. About six twenty we each suck a cock to get new boners; then, doing it doggy style, I fuck Vinnie as Dodger's fucking me and it feels awesome having my cock in Vinnie's ass and Dodger's up my ass. After five minutes or so, we switch and I'm fucking Dodger, for only the second or third time in my life, and Vinnie's fucking me. We switch two more times with Dodger calling out, "Switch!" It's extra hot knowing the cocks have been up different asses just before going up mine. We're still doing it doggy style when I blow my load in Dodger's hot ass. Then Vinnie does his squeal and fills me up again. Dodger hasn't climaxed a second time yet so he comes around to mount me and fucks me in Vinnie's cum and remnants of his own cum from his first orgasm. He really humps my ass and finally deposits another load up my ass with me using my will power, such as it is, not to embarrass myself by moaning and groaning like I want to do. I love being fucked by cute boys. After drilling my ass for a minute or so following his orgasm he pulls out, smacks my ass, and mutters, "You and Vinnie have primo asses." I lay down on the floor mumbling, "Mercy, show your prisoner some mercy." Vinnie laughs and lays on me pushing his cock inside me again, saying, "Here's your mercy, prisoner." I roll over which pulls Vinnie's cock out and leaves my ass gaping open. Getting Vinnie in my arms, he squirms on my body... nice. It's almost six-thirty but Dodger undresses completely and we all use the pool house's double shower together. As usual, Vinnie and Dodger shampoo and wash my body. We do it faster then last last time because I'm short on time. Rinsing off, then I dry myself while they wash each other giggling like little kids. Little kids who fuck awesomely. When we're all dried and dressed, Dodger drives me home with Vinnie between us and it's been quite a hot last time for the three of us. Robby and Ryan are adamant that after Dodger and Robby, I'm to keep my sex in-house. I'll miss it, but Robby and Ryan do a hell of a job keeping me sexually happy and I don't want to mess that up. Dodger gives me a quick-as-a-wink kiss on the lips like he and Robby do all the time. Vinnie and I hug with me sneaking in a kiss on his cheek and then I'm out of Dodger's pickup waving goodbye. Those two are something. I'll see them both Saturday night. This has been a damn good Wednesday, also known as Hump Day to some. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Details at the site. Thank you.