Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2013 05:42:36 -0700 (PDT) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO chapter 9 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 9 by Donny Mumford I'm still laying on my bed. Ryan left a little while ago, but not before he gave my ass an awesome dominant fuck. It's Friday night and that means no work tomorrow so I hope Chubby get's finished his part-time gig with Mary Jo's father and we can hang out together. That'd be great. Robby and Ryan are together tonight; it's Ryan's turn with our boyfriend. And sure, there are pangs of jealousy wiggling around my brain, but that can't be helped. What's more worrisome though is the way I slipped into submission so quickly and completely with Ryan earlier tonight; it was like switching a light on. It's got to be our constant fucking that's causing me to do that. It's just like with Willie in Key West. That trip with Willie, he got off to a horrendous start, and then he turned everything around and was pouring on the dominance the last few days. I think it was some kind of turning point for me, somehow he activated an extremely submissive side of my personality for a certain type of boy. Then along comes submissive Ryan, who's actually a natural dom, and he's picks up where Willie left off. Wouldn't it be something if those two know each other and conspired a plan for Ryan to keep my submissive fetish going until Willie gets around to me again? Haha, that might be the most absurdly outlandish scenario I've ever come up with! The coincidence of Ryan winning Robby over to get to me is impossible to plan. Of course, Ryan's only named one of his prior dominant partners so maybe Willie was the other. Oh my God, get a fucking grip, Dylan! That's a billion to one shot. Damn, I wish Chubby would text me so we can make plans for tonight. And just now my cell signals a text as I finish that last thought. Pulling my iPhone out of my pocket I see it's a text from Chubby... magic or telepathy? He texts, 'Dylan, don't wait dinner for me. MJ has her hooks in me again. Love ya, bro. Chubby.' Well I'll be dammed. We get a night free when we can be together and she screws it up. Life isn't fair! Now what'll I do? I don't have wheels naturally, and if I did who could I meet up with? I mean, who could I hang out with without tempting fate? My willpower is notoriously weak and almost everyone I know is gay or bi. I need to make some straight friends who I can't seduce, or more to the point, who won't seduce me. I've got straight friends at Merrimack, but most of them are geographically undesirable and the ones who aren't don't really interest me. Okay, on my to do list: make uber straight friends for emergencies like tonight. Who stays home on a Friday night! Hmmm, should I take a chance and make a couple of calls or not? No, I'll use my brain instead of my dick and stay in tonight. Between Dodger and Vinnie, and Robby and Ryan, I've had more sex this week than's probably legal, and so I'm not horny anyway. Hell, Ryan fucked me twenty minutes ago. In the kitchen I make mac and cheese from scratch while listening to a 'Killers' CD. I'm singing along with Brandon Flowers making me think of Matthew Flowers. I wonder what he's doing tonight? Nope, I'm not going to find out. While my dinner bakes in the oven I do a wash load, then smoke a cigarette thinking how that goddamned Mary Jo ruined my night. The mac and cheese is delicious and then I put the clothes in the dryer and think about my two boyfriends and what they're doing right now. It's surprising Ryan can be so submissive to Robby and so dominant to me. Willie's like that too now I guess. I could take a chance and call him. See what's up with him, but he's probably with his dominant boyfriend, what's-his-name. No, I'm not doing that; it's only been ten days since our bizarre date at the rundown motel, too soon for a Willie encounter. He introduced me to that BDSM stuff so I had some experience with it when Ryan sorta did it on me too. No way those two could know each other though. Plus, I told Ryan about Willie and there wasn't a flicker of recognition in Ryan's eyes. They don't know each other, it's just another coincidence of life. Some suspicious people don't believe in coincidences, but I'm not suspicious so I do believe in them. Changing the sheets on my bed, then having a cigarette on the balcony, I think about me and Robby. We've been together a long time and even though we've had some ups and downs, mostly we've had ups and lately it's continued to get better and better between us. Anyway, I've been the one who's responsible for most of the downs, not Robby. He'd have been happy continuing like we started, with me being the top. I tried to get him to be someone he's not, and now he's adapted some of the traits I was hoping for, so it's all good, except now there's Ryan. Don't know how that's going to work out, but it's all good for now, like I said.The three of us have been lucky so far. After folding the clothes from the dryer I watch the rest of the Red Sox game; they lose again to the lowly Twins. After my shower and brushing my teeth, I'm in bed before eleven o'clock... alone. Saturday morning I sleep until nine, and boy do I feel great when I wake up! Rested and ready for anything. Tonight is the going-away party for Connor and Dodger, but there's not a hell of a lot for me to do in that regard. I'll text Robby to see if he needs help with anything, but mostly I just need to pick up Conner, then drive to North Andover and get Cory. That'll be after Cory's shift at Stop and Shop. Thinking about the reason for the party tonight a sadness comes over me; I'm realizing I won't see Dodger or Connor for at least ten weeks when they'll get leave after basic training. After that, who knows when we'll meet again? I've got to keep remembering that this is what they want; they both chose to join the Army, it's not about me. Mom's still sleeping so I make myself a scramble egg and five slices of bacon. Eating my breakfast while drinking a cup of coffee, I text Robby, 'Whassup, boyfriend?' He texts right back, 'I'll pick you up in fifteen minutes.' That was all he texted so I quickly get dressed and then write a note to mom, 'I had a great first week at work, mom. Hope you're world is bright. Tonight's the going-away party I told you about. I'll have two friends sleeping over tonight... Connor and Cory Dunlevy, who you'll meet at brunch on Sunday. Love you! Dylan.' I think about coming 'out' to mom and how that now might give her the wrong idea about guys sleeping over, so I need to clear the air about that; we'll have a talk. Then I'm outside smoking, waiting for Robby so I can find out whassup. Halfway finished my cigarette I see Robby's pickup coming around the corner and I start down the steps. He hops out, yelling, "Wait for me there, Dylan," so I do, wondering what this is all about. He comes up the steps smiling and comes right over to kiss my lips, mumbling, "Good morning." I say the same, then ask, "What's happening?" He says, "Nothing much, but I'm hoping Chubby's awake so he can help us set up for the party." I go, "Oh yeah, I was wondering if I could help. I'll text him." We sit on the top step as I text Chubby, 'Ya up yet, bro?' Thirty seconds later Chubby bops out the front door and comes down the steps, saying, "Ah, two of the three boyfriends. How ya doing this morning?" in a really good mood. I go, "Oh no, not last night too," he goes, "Yep, MJ can't get enough of me lately; probably afraid I'll dump her again and I might too. I met this hot chick when I was buying cigarettes at the convenience store. After I laid a little of my personality and bullshit on her, before you know it she's writing her email address on a napkin and sticking it in my front pocket. Denise is her name." I go, "You sure it's not Dennis?" He goes, "I'm pretty sure, unless Dennis has tits. Hey, I'm just trying to keep up with my gay friends in the sex department." I mutter, "Oh my gawd, there's no comparison. Your crude hetro sex can't compare with our pure loving sex." He laughs and we do a quick hug. Robby says, "Yo Chubby, wassup? Can you help us set-up for the party? I need to rent folding chairs and tables to set-up in the back yard. The catering people are already setting up charcoal pits." Chubby says, "Sure, lets go, where the hell's Dodger?" As we go down the steps, Robby says, "He's with Vinnie at Vinnie's place. We want to surprise him at how nice we're making this going-away party. Connor's gonna be blown away too." For two hours we go from the rental place to the Dickers' back yard with tables and chairs. I didn't think there was much to do, but I've been working my ass off for almost hours now, although I'm not complaining; the results are worth it. We've checked the weather and there's zero chance of rain today and tonight. Chubby texted Travis, the rich kid from Merrimack who throws all the parties at college, to invite him and to haggle over the price for a bottle of vodka; good stuff, not rot gut. That's what we'll spike our drinks with. It's insane that eighteen year old boys and girls can die in a war for our country, but they can't legally buy adult beverages even though for every other thing eighteen year old kids are considered adults; voting, driving, contracts, the law etc.. Well, we get booze anyway, just saying. By eleven-thirty we pretty much have done everything we can think of to do. Mr. Dickers, and two guys who work for him ay Dickers Landscaping, spent the morning building a platform for the band out of three-quarter inch plywood. It's only a foot off the ground, but it's twelve feet deep by sixteen feet in length along the side of the pool house. Plenty of room for the four guys in the band, two of whom sing.The band consist of guys in their twenties who do this for a living, and they're highly recommended by a friend of Mary Jo's, but we'll see. There's always CDs if the band sucks. Mrs Dickers did an awesome job, assisted by some landscape people from work, with potted plants and shrubs around the perimeter of their big yard, and of course the pool will be in play. The woman spread table clothes of camouflage fabric on the tables with candles in the center. There are clusters of red, white, and blue balloons here and there and a large sheet cake with, 'Our hearts are with you, Dodger and Connor, for a speedy and safe return!' The lettering is in red and blue decorating icing on a white iced chocolate cake. The place looks awesome and we're proud of the results. There are two large drums of sodas on ice; convenient as receptacles for our vodka. The vodka is for Chubby, Robby, Ryan, and me. Connor too if he wants any, but Dodger will surely take care of Vinnie and his drinks. We've done all we can do for now and the three of us head to Sal's Pizza for lunch. Robby's a little bit down because Dodger's leaving, he mumbles, "It's a bittersweet goodbye; bitter for me because he's going in the Army and sweet because he's so happy about it. I don't understand it really. I've asked him, but he gives me the same routine as before, saying he needs to get out from under my shadow and be his own person, plus he hates high school." I say, "It's tough on you, Robby, fer sure. You two are close like my brother and me." Robby's driving; he takes a deep breath, muttering, "Dodger can't, or won't, explain why he feels he's under my shadow; that's what troubles me." Chubby goes, "I'll try to feel him out at the party after he's had a couple of drinks." Robby's like, "Thanks, Chubby, I'd love to know what he means by that. We've been so close all our lives." I'm wondering if it's related to both brothers being gay, although I don't know how that would negatively affect Dodger. I'm not bringing it up either, it might sound stupid and I don't know what I mean by it anyway. Inside the pizza shop we run into Elliot and Jay. They get up and give me the one arm hung and hand shake. It's not a hug so much as it's a chest bump. Chubby and Robby don't know Elliot and Jay that well, but they acknowledge each other with murmured, "Yo, sup?" and I ask Jay and Elliot if they want to come to the party tonight. They don't know Dodger or Connor at all, plus they've already made plans, but I asked to be polite. Chubby and Robby order our pizza and sit in a booth while it's being prepared; I chat with a couple old friends. Elliot was the boy who trained me when I first started working at Stop & Shop and I eventually eased him into gay sex for his boyfriend, Jay. Elliot's a pretty boy, while his brother Ray is more along the lines of sexy hot, in a funny cute way. Elliot's shy, maybe shier than Connor. No, make that, definitely shier than Connor. Jay's outgoing and a tad on the swisher side, but not offensively. He's just proud to be gay and tries a little too hard to prove it, but basically he's a good guy and a good match for Elliot. Jay tells me a few funny incidents involving how shy Elliot still is, but he tells the stories in a loving way; he's in love with Elliot maybe a little more than Elliot's in love with him. It happens sometimes. They're pretty much done their Greek salads, so I tell them it's good to see them and then join Robby and Chubby who are talking about; what else, our two Army recruits. Robby's really baffled by Dodger's decision and Chubby's trying to rationalize the situation, which nobody can do better. A few minutes later I wave goodbye to Jay and Elliot, staring at Elliot's pale red hair and wishing I could give him one of my affectionate haircuts. That's not going to happen though because Jay's a bit of a hairstylist himself and he cuts Elliot's hair. Hmmm. My roaming side is still with me I guess, or maybe I've got haircutting on my mind because our threesome's getting our hair cut today and Ryan's giving me mine. Then, in a better mood, Robby wants to practice telling us a joke, with Chubby saying, "No, no, Robby, I was kidding about the joke thing. Just busting your balls a little, ya know?" Robby says, "No, it's a good idea. I think it's important my crew doesn't think I'm too stiff. See how ya like this joke: 'A guy's elderly grandfather passed away from a heart attack and the grandson wants to comfort his grandmother. She says, 'Your granddad passed away when we were having sex.' Horrified, the grandson asks if his grandparents were aware of the dangers of having sex being they're both ninety-five years old, and the grandmother pats his hand, and says, 'He knew the dangers so he did it slow in time with the church bell ringing; he'd push his penis in on the ding of the bell and pull back on the dong... it felt real good too. That's the way we've had sex for years. It was slow and safe'. Then she wipes at a tear mumbling, 'And if that damned ice cream truck hadn't come along, he'd still be alive today.'" Chubby and I exchange glances and Robby asks, seriously, "No good? I shouldn't use that one?" I go, "Well, if we use our imagination and picture the slow fucking, in time with the slow church bell tolling, and then visualize the old timer trying to keep up his humping with the fast time of the ice cream man ringing his bell, it's worth a chuckle, but we gotta do all the work visualizing it. You need jokes that make us blurt out a laugh involuntarily because the punch line's so funny or unexpected. When we need to visualize it; well, it just isn't the same." Robby nods like he agrees, as Chubby laughs, "Can't you just see the desperate look on the old guys face pumping his dick in and out to beat the band," and Robby says, "It sounds a little cruel the way you describe it, Chubby." Chubby gets the giggles going, "Ring a ding, ding, ding, ring a ding, ding ding," and all three of us get silly. It's dumb, but Robby at least has something else to think about except Dodger for a few minutes. After we finish the pizza, Robby drops Chubby off at his condos. Robby and I drive over to pick up Ryan. I'm nervous about Ryan cutting my hair and say, "Um, Rob, maybe it's not a good idea to have Ryan give me a haircut. He's never done it before, ya know?" Robby chuckles, then glances at me and says, "I never cut hair before cutting your hair, and I do a damn good job of it now; it's not that hard." Well, what can I say? If I tell him honestly that he sucks at it and the only half decent, not good, but barely half decent haircut he ever gave me was the last one, it would hurt his feelings. So I bypass that and try this: "I'd really rather have you do it, Rob. Would you?" My haircut will still suck if Robby does it, but it's gotta be a better alternative than Ryan doing it. Robby says, "Sure, I'll give you the haircut; I like to give you haircuts, but it's really between you and Ryan. You tell him you don't want him doing it and you'll hurt his feelings." I go, "Yeah, it probably will, but I think it's best, and thanks, Rob." At Ryan's house he doesn't hear the horn again and I go up his long front walk to ring the bell. I'm half expected Ryan will pull me inside and fuck me in the foyer again, and I'm half hoping he does too. Not this time though. His mother answers the door and says, "You must be Dylan; I've heard so much about you it's nice to finally meet you. Mr Wilcocks says you're the nicest boy. Rob is too, of course, but come inside and I'll get Ryan." I mumble, "Nice to meet you," and step inside. Ryan comes storming down the steps, saying, "Hi, Dylan! Sorry I wasn't ready." He gives his mom a kiss, saying, "Bye mommy, we're getting haircuts today." She says, "That's nice. Your father likes your short haircuts, but I wish it wasn't so short. You have beautiful hair." He goes, "Oh, we're getting even shorter haircuts today; it's the style nowadays. I'm doing Dylan's haircut myself." He sounds so proud. Then he asks, "Aren't I Dylan?" He's beaming, as I mutter, "Heh, heh, yeah, you are." His mom says, "Well, your hairstyle is up to you boys I guess, but I liked the long hair on boys in the seventies." She smiles and Ryan goes, "See ya later, mommy," and we're out the front door. With me thinking, 'Mommy?' When the heavy front door closes Ryan gives me a 'hello' kiss on my lips, and says, "I'm excited, Dylan, this will be fun. Do you think Rob will go for a three-way afterwards?" I mutters, "I don't know, Ryan," and we start down the front walk toward the pickup. Ryan puts his arm around my waist, mutters, "Oops," and settles for his arm across my shoulders. I go, "Ya know, Ryan, I've been thinking; maybe this time you watch me give Robby his haircut and then watch him cut my hair and then next time you cut mine. You know, just to give you some experience before you try it." He laughs, then says, "No, I'm giving you the haircut. I'm the dom, remember?" I make a face, then say, "Oh yeah, you're the dom." He ignores my lack of enthusiasm and says, "I'll decide matters like this; that's what you and I both agreed on." Hmmm, sometimes it sucks, my submissive fetish, I mean." I guess I need to take the bad with the good, so I mumble, "You're right, Ryan." He takes his arm off my shoulders and runs his fingers through my hair, saying, "Yep, and you won't be critical of my first time because you promised you wouldn't, so I'm not worried about it. It's going to be fun." Yeah, for one of us, but I leave it at that. Sometimes I find myself in a no win situation and I always try to make the best of it. In the pickup, with Ryan in the middle, Robby and Ryan kiss 'hello' and we're off. Ryan's holding my hand between our thighs and squeezing my hand every now and then as he looks at me grinning happily. What the fuck, he's worth putting up with a shitty haircut; there's always hats. My mom left me an email, but I didn't get to read until we were at the pizza shop. She told me she'll be out with Tris all afternoon shopping. They'll go to work after that, right from the mall, so we'll see each other tomorrow morning at brunch. In other words... nobody's going to be home except Robby, Ryan, and me. Robby parks the pickup behind my condo and we go inside through the garage door which leads to the finished basement. Inside, Robby says, "Dylan, you cut my hair first, then I'll do Ryan's, and then he'll do yours. This way Ryan can watch how it should be done before he tries cutting your hair. After that we'll do our pubes, which I can't wait to do because it's so cool being pube-less." Ryan and me say, "Okay, Rob," and he smiles getting us both around the neck for a hug and a kiss on each of our foreheads, mumbling, "This is so awesome. You twins rock!" I have to grin because two of our threesome are so upbeat it's crazy. I don't want to ruin their good moods, so I mutter, "You rock too, Rob. Hey, do you guys want a Snapple?" They both do so I go upstairs while Robby gets the barber equipment out. Getting three Snapples from the refrigerator, I double check to be sure mom left, then carry the drinks downstairs. Robby's got his shirt off, sitting on the barber stool already. Ryan's standing right next to him, almost touching Robby. He says, "I'm going to watch you two giving haircuts very carefully, Dylan, so I'll be able to give you a good haircut." As if watching one good barber and one not so good barber giving a haircut is all the experience one needs to be able to do it correctly. Oh brother! But he's smiling so hard and seemed so conscientious when he said that I haven't the heart to bring reality into this situation. Instead, I say, "That's a good plan, Ryan," and we hug. I can't resist giving him a kiss because sometimes he's so naively innocent it's adorable. Take the good with the bad is what I tell myself. I try one last time, as I comb through Robby's blond hair, I say, "How about we do flattops or buzz cuts this time?" Ryan says to me, "You're getting a burr," and Robby says sternly, "We all are. Lets get started, Dylan." Resigned, I mumble, "Okay, Rob," and turn on the clippers. There's a quarter inch guide on it, so I say to Ryan, "Watch carefully,' and then explain each thing I do as I'm run the clippers all the way up the back of Robby's head, and then just over the crown leaving behind quarter inch blond hairs in the wake of the clippers. Ryan mutters, "Jesus, that's short." Dodger and Chubby have brown hair and quarter inch long hair looks very short, but with blond hair the quarter inch hair is almost invisible. It blends with the pale scalp looking like no hair. It looks even shorter when contrasted by the one inch hairs that haven't been cut yet. By the time I've reduced all the hairs on the back and sides of Robby's head to a quarter inch, Ryan's looking doubtful about him getting the same haircut. I say, "You have brown hair, Ryan, so it won't look this short on you." He mumbles, "Um, Rob, is it okay with you if, um, I try the flattop that Dylan's talking about? My mom will freak out if I have a haircut this short; she likes my long hair, and..." Robby says, "No, you're getting this same haircut." He says it just like that, and Ryan whines, "I might get in trouble!" Robby snaps, "I've got a lot on my mind with my brother going in the fuckin' Army, Ryan. We all agreed to this any number of times so don't start your nagging now." Ryan reverts to his submissive side, mumbling, "Yes, Rob, but...." and his sentence trails off without him saying more. I say, "It's not done yet anyway, Ryan," as I change guides on the clippers putting on the eighth of an inch guide. "This guide is used to taper up from the sideburns, halfway up on the sides and back." I do it expertly, tapering the clippers up at the finish so the area between the quarter inch and eighth inch hairs blends together. Ryan says, "That doesn't look hard to do and it hardly looks any shorter." I go, "Uh huh," making a face, like, 'You'll see how easy it is when you try it'. When I've blended the two lengths all the way around Robby's head, I then use the trimmers to out line around his ears and down behind them to the end of the hairline in back. The trimmer clippers are like a razor and the outline they leave behind makes the eighth of an inch hairs look longer, although they're not. Ryan says, "That looks okay, I feel a little better now." There are a surprising amount of blond hairs on Robby's shoulders and lap, not to mention the floor. And his hair wasn't especially long to start with. I go, "Watch this carefully, Ryan," as I take off the guide, comb up Robby's inch and a half long hairs on top and run the clipper along the comb blending in the quarter inch hairs at the crown of Robby's head to about a half inch length at his bangs. The cut hairs tumble off to slide to Robby's shoulders, with some dropping to his lap. Ryan and Robby both mutter, at the same time, "Holy shit," as if they rehearsed saying it. They're referring to the amount of hair I cut off. I try to remember where the fuck I got this idea for short burr haircuts in the first place. Dodger and Chubby like this haircut, but I'm not sure I do; not now anyway. Not when Ryan's going to be let loose on my hair. I do the clippers over comb technique all over the top of Robby's head and then it's just a matter of minor touching up to make sure it's all blended together. It's very professionally done and better than most barbers could do, but it's wicked short. "All done, Rob," and he does the same thing Dodger, Vinnie, and Chubby did; he rubs the palm of his hand over the blond bristly stubble. The haircut looks even shorter with blond hair. I'm brushing cut hairs off Robby shoulders with my hands as he's doing the same in his lap, muttering, "I can't wait to see what this looks like." He goes in the half bath to look in the mirror as Ryan puffs out his cheeks, blowing air out in a resigned manner, while pulling his tee-shirt over his head. Robby comes back saying, "You did an excellent job with my haircut, Dylan. It's so short though it'll take some getting used to, but I had a thought: with all us guys, including Chubby and Dodger having these wicked short haircuts it's like we're supporting the guys going in the Army. It's like one of those events where people get their head shaved to support someone who's having chemotherapy as a cancer treatment. You know, we have sorta the haircuts they give Army recruits at basic training." I go, "Yeah, I like that idea, Rob. Their haircuts are shorter than this though." Ryan says, "That's what I'm telling mom; we're supporting our troops." All of us cheer-up with that thought, like we're doing it to support Connor and Dodger. Nothing like a good 'cause' to make ya feel righteous. Robby says, "Maybe Connor will want the same haircut too." Yeah, I'll bet he does. Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all. Rationalizing stuff always helps; kinda like fooling yourself. Ryan's sitting on the barber stool looking worried as Robby starts cutting his hair, asking my advise as he does it. He runs into trouble with the blending between the eighth inch and quarter inch hairs, but I'm able to correct the damage and he tries again, never quite getting it, so there are some shingles between the two lengths here and there on Ryan's head, ones I can't correct without taking the eighth inch length all the way up the back and that would make it worse. Then, trying the clippers over comb on the top, Robby makes the second run of the clippers shorter than the first, which means he needs to make the first cut shorter to match the second. Why is this so hard for him? The best I can do to save it is make the hairs at Ryan's bangs closer to a quarter inch than the half inch that they should be. It's even shorter than Robby's, but Ryan's brown hair helps. When Robby's done, the haircut looks like a typical home-haircut; unprofessional with the shingles on one side and across the back, plus it's ridiculously too short on top. Robby's biting his lip, then he burst out with a laugh, muttering, "Sorry, Ryan, it's a tad too short, but it's the first burr haircut I've ever done." Then he turns away, laughing silently as Ryan feels it saying, "I'm fucking bald!" He run in the half bath, then yells, "Shit!" I'm chuckling myself now. When Ryan comes out of the powder room he's red faced, yelling, "This haircut sucks! I'm not getting this all summer." Robby and I burst out laughing because it's hard not to laugh when you're trying not too. Ryan starts chuckling too, muttering to Robby, "Butcher!" Then we're all laughing. Ryan says, "Where's my hat?" Then to me, "What are you laughing at? You're next. Get your ass on that stool," but he's grinning. I say, "Fuck this; I'm going to Supercuts for my haircuts. Even the lady barbers aren't this bad." Ryan spots one of my baseball caps laying on the recliner and puts it on, saying, "I'm keeping this hat. It'll be on my head even when I'm sleeping." I take my shirt of, still chuckling. Then my chuckling stops when I sit on the stool and reality sets in. Oh well, it can't be much worse than Ryan's. Robby and Ryan get serious as Ryan says, "I'm going to try doing better with your haircut, Dylan. Mine was Robby's first time giving this, what's it called?" I mutter, "It's a short burr haircut," and Ryan squeezes my bare shoulder, saying, "Yeah, burr haircut." You know what? That's Ryan for ya; he will try hard to give me a better haircut than he got. He's a good kid that way. He starts by using the quarter inch guide and my hairs come tumbling down on my shoulders and lap; lots of it. Like the last time, when Robby let him try cutting my hair, Ryan goes too fast with the clippers. Robby's watching, then says, "No, Ryan, stop. You're taking the clippers too high. Just to the top of the sides; not over to the top." Ryan says, "Can you show me, Rob? I want to do a good job for Dylan." Robby says, "Well, I'm sure you do, but now you'll have to follow that cut all the way around his head." Ryan asks, "Oh, do you want me to make the quarter inch guide cut over the top all around?" Robby says, "Yeah, or it'll be uneven, but no further than that cut you just did. Now redo the first three to match the last one." Ryan says, "The clippers slipped," then he runs the quarter inch cut, flat against my head, around my head at the edge, saying, "This way it'll be even. I'll run the clippers up to here on the rest on this line for the sides and back," as my hair tumbles off my head. Robby says, "That's one way to do it so it's even, I guess, although it's kinda unconventional." I roll my eyes, but they don't notice. Finished cutting my hair on the sides and back, and a little on top, with the quarter inch guide on the clippers, Ryan puts on the eighth inch guide as I rub a few of my hairs that fell in my lap between my thumb and forefinger. Like Robby, I have nice hair, not that I've had much of it on my head the last couple of years. Both Ryan and Robby get a laughing fit going when Ryan tries to taper one length of hair on the side of my head into slightly longer hair. Laughter by my barber during my haircut is not what I'm looking for. He ends up running the clippers around my head, the clippers flat against my head above my ear, starting with one side and going continuously along the side and around the back and continuing along the other side, with Robby laughing so hard his face is dark red. Ryan mutters, "That's how I did the other guide, but these damn clippers won't give me a break." Robby gets his laughing barely under control and says, trying to sound serious, "Um, there will be and edge all the way around your head, Dylan, but it's better than uneven shingles. At least it's an even shingle now." I mutter, "Oh, a eighth inch of hair the width of the clippers encircling my head, yeah that sounds swell. Whatever." Ryan's angry, "I'm doing my best, Dylan, so enough with the sarcasm," and he has that authoritative tone to his voice that he can use when he wants to. My dick twitches, as I mumble, "Sorry, Ryan." They get laughing again when Ryan's using the trimmers to outline around my ears, but I don't even ask them what's so fucking funny because I'm getting irritated myself now. Yeah, but I was laughing my nuts off at Ryan's haircut and he was a good sport about it, although he's still got my baseball cap on. The clippers over comb technique is apparently a total disaster. Robby's going, "No, no Ryan. Keep it even on top." Ryan combs up more of my hair on top and starts running the clippers along the comb and I feel the comb touch my scalp near the end. Ryan mutters, "Shit." Also not what I'm looking for from my barber. Robby says, "All you can do now, Ryan, is put the quarter in guide on the clippers and run them over the top of Dylan's head," then to me, "I guess you're getting the buzz cut after all, although a shorter one then you wanted. Ryan says, "The damn clippers weighed down the comb, this is impossible!" Robby says, "Sorry about this, Dylan, but it's Ryan's first time doing a haircut and it didn't work out." Ryan complains, "It's not my fault the clippers are too heavy for the comb." Robby snaps back at him, "You're suppose to hold the comb level!" I yell, "Stop it! It's okay, Ryan, do the buzz cut, I don't mind." Robby's like, "You don't mind a quarter inch buzz cut, fine. Do it Ryan." I'm thinking, 'Yeah, a quarter inch buzz cut with a strip around my head of eight inch hair below the buzz cut. That should look good. I'll be so fucking cool.' When Ryan's done the quarter inch buzz cut on top, Robby mutters, "Fuck, it's still choppy on top." He asks me, "What can we do now, Dylan, there still some uneven spots on top that Ryan cut shorter than a quarter inch?" Ryan whines, "The clippers pushed the comb down, I already told you that; it's not my fault." What the fuck! I'm exasperated now. I snap, "Let me look at it in the mirror." The mirror in the powder room reveals the damage. There are spots on top of my head almost to the scalp and there's a ridge all around the sides and back between the eighth of an inch hairs and the quarter inch one. It's like an extremely short mushroom haircut; which is a style popular for awhile in the early nineties, but no where near this short of course. I walk back out and see guilty looks on Ryan's and Robby's faces. Ryan says, "I'm really sorry, Dylan, I thought it was easier than it is." Because they both seem so concerned now, and they've stopped the laughing, I decide taking the high road. "That's okay, use the eight inch guide so at least it's all the same length; the sides and back too. I had an extremely short haircut before and it grew back." Robby feels a spot on top near the crown, and says, "I hate to tell ya, Dylan, but this spot here," and he rubs it with his finger, "is shorter than a eight of an inch; it almost to your scalp. We can make it all a sixteenth of an inch. At least it'd be even all over." I'm uber pissed off, but shrug, asking, "What do you guys think? Would that look better than an eight inch with a bald patch?" Ryan does his too fast head nod, saying, "Oh yeah. That will eliminate all the low spots and it'll grow in evenly. You can join me as a twenty-four hour a day hat wearer." In spite of myself, I grin, "You two are my barbers, you decide." Ryan asks Robby, "Should I?" Robby goes, "It up to you, he's your customer... so to speak." Ryan's made up his mind; he sternly says, "Get over here, Dylan, and sit your ass down again. I'll take care of this. Yeah, this will be cool. I've seen guys on line with a basically shaved head." Robby takes a deep breath, with a little shake of his head, and says, "I gotta take a leak," and he goes into the half bath as Ryan's changing guides on the clippers to the sixteenth of an inch guide. He's looking me in the eyes as he clicks the clippers on, then stands behind me and cups under my chin with his free hand pulling my head back. Starting at my hairline, without hesitating, he runs the almost bare clippers over my head a few times, then giggles, and says, "This is shorter than a basic training haircuts I'll bet. I like the look of this and I'm getting aroused 'cause it's sort of a dominate thing shaving my sub's head" I make a face and he says in my ear, using his whispery voice, "You'll look so cool wearing my dog collar with this haircut; like you're my slave. I've seen pictures on BDSM sites where the doms cut their subs hair like this. Damn, I'm getting a boner thinking about it. Can't wait for Monday or Tuesday when it's just you and me again." I grope myself feeling submissive all of a sudden. Standing behind me, still cupping under my chin with his left hand, pulling my head back further, Ryan's bearing down with the clippers as he redoes the initial run of the clippers getting all the hairs on my head evenly sheared off a sixteenth of an inch length. I'm in a submissive state of mind, my cock's hard, as I whine, "Kiss me, Ryan," and he strains my head back further, leans over me, and gives me his signature kiss with the clippers buzzing away, held away from us. I get totally boned up now, moaning as he says in my ear, whispering, "Your my submissive boyfriend fer sure now. Ain't ya?" I want to nod my head real fast agreeing with him as I slip into a my little boy trance, mumbling, "Yes, Ryan." It's amazing; as soon as he acted dominant I slid right into submission and my cock's now buzzing along with the clippers as this dreamy mood descends on me, feeling awesome. Robby comes out of the bathroom and Ryan squeezes the back of my neck, saying in my ear, "You're done, little boy" and another squeeze at the back of my neck sending chills down my back and goose bumps raise on my arms as I lean back into Ryan's skinny body and he puts his arm around my shoulder for a hug knowing I'm in my submissive trance. Robby's unaware of me being in this frame of mind, of course, as he says, "You're the best sport, Dylan," and he rubs my sandpaper hair. This is pretty much like the haircut Willie made me get in Key West, but shorter. Well, with Ryan as my dom, it's basically Key West all over again anyway and I survived that okay. I'm referring to both my submissiveness and my haircut. Ryan says in his normal voice, "Dylan's awesome, Rob, and we're an awesome threesome thanks to you." Robby goes, "Nah, it's thanks to Dylan, actually. Okay, lets clean up the hair and then shave our pubes." I'm half out of my trance as we sweep up the hairs, but I still don't feel like talking as Ryan sneaks knowing glances, eye to eye. Ryan gives me one more look, then asks Robby, "Rob, can we do some kind of three-way after our pubes get shaved? Pleeeeze!" Robby goes, "Do you want to, Dylan?" I do Ryan's fast head nod in the affirmative and that clears my head a little more, so I say, "Yeah, I do, and I know Ryan's off limits to me, so you don't need to worry about that." Ryan says, "That's right, Dylan, Rob is the only one who fucks me, right, Rob?" Robby says, "Yep, Dylan knows," and those two hug, then a quick kiss. It doesn't phase me for some reason, but it sure don't look like those two have lost any heat for each other. Ryan's told me he loves me more than Rob, and he loves having sex with me more than with Rob too, but maybe that's only when Ryan and I are together; when Robby's in attendance it looks like he's still number one with Ryan. Robby asks, "You're sure no one's home, Dylan?" I go, "Yep, I checked," and Robby takes charge, saying, "Okay, you two drop your shorts." Ryan and I get out of our shorts, and now we're naked; we took our shirts off for the haircuts. Robby says, "Dylan, step over here on the tile." I do that and Robby turns on the trimmer chippers, muttering, "Spread your legs," then, "Ryan, you get over here too. I'll do you two together; you twins should be done at the same time, and he grins at Ryan." Ryan comes over and stands too close to me. Robby says, "Spread your legs like your twin's doing." When Ryan does that, Robby holds my cock and balls to one side and cuts off the one inch pubic hairs on the other side. Letting my cock and balls swing down, he steps to Ryan and moves his big dick and large sac of nuts to the side and the trimmers remove half of Ryan's pubic hair. Mine were shaved a few weeks ago so Ryan's pubic hairs are twice as long as mine and when Robby runs the trimmers through them a shower of fine dark, curly hair drifts to the floor. Robby concentrating as he cuts off the pubic hairs on the other side of Ryan's lower belly. He's pulling Ryan's cock out straight to get stray hairs at the base and I see it stiffen up. Ryan lets air out between his lips with a hissing sound. Robby's finishes Ryan's pubes by getting some hairs on his nuts, then he lets go of Ryan's cock and it stiffly list to the side. Then it's my turn again and as Ryan and I stare into each other's eyes, Robby takes care of the rest of my pubes, then says, "You two go in the powder room and soak down the stubble, then rub on shaving cream and I'll shave you both. Dylan, Ryan needs shaving cream on his ass; I'll shave his bubble butt too. You'll be shaved twins when I'm done with you, clean as babies, and we'll do this once a week from now on. Haircuts every two weeks. Do you want to keep the shaved head look, Dylan?" Ryan goes, "Say yes, Dylan," but I'm out of my trance and can say, "No, I don't want to have a shaved head all summer." Robby goes, "Okay, we'll see how much it grows out in two weeks." Robby's feeling in charge now and between him and Ryan my balls are a buzzing; love the authoritative posture these two have at times. They're both getting better and better at it, and it's fun for me and my fetish. In the powder room I get the shaving cream and disposable razor from under the sink. Ryan and I wet down each other's groin area and I wet his buttocks and especially around his anus, then we apply the shaving cream on each other rubbing it in and stroking each others cocks. Robby comes in as we're both stoking the other's cock with creamy shaving cream; we both have partial boners by now. Robby doesn't want his twins playing with each other's dick, and says, "Stop that; save it for later. He turns on the faucet and shaves me first, rinsing the razor after each scraping removal of pubic stubble. When he's done with my shaving, I'm rubbing all around the area and it feels smooth down there. Robby does Ryan pubic area, then has him bend over and spread his butt cheeks so Robby can shave the hairs around his anus. Then he shaves both of Ryan's buttocks. Ryan and I wash each other's private areas with a washcloth, then Robby says, "Ryan you do mine now," then to me, "You can do it next time, but I promised Ryan he could do it before I knew you'd want to join us." I shrug, looking at Robby's haircut; it looks kinda cool and I'd like to have a haircut like that, but it's not in the cards for me. Ryan's got my hat on still so I don't see the butcher job Robby did on him; it looks fine below the hat because it's all a sixteenth of an inch. It's further up his head that the damage occurred. When done the pubes shaving, Robby asks, "Should we use lube for our three-way sex orgy?" and he smiles saying that, adding, "I've never been in a three-way before." Looking at Ryan's juicy cock, I mumble, "Um, we could suck each others dicks and use saliva for lube." Robby goes, "Okay, since it's your idea you suck my cock first, then Ryan's." I get on my knees and pick up his cock in my fingers to stroke it, then lip it into my mouth to suck and lick it. Ryan's staring intently, then says, "I've never seen this in real life; someone sucking cock, I mean." Robby asks, "You've never been in a three-way either?" Ryan goes, "Oh no, I've been in three-ways, but with two dominant types so I did all the cock sucking." Robby looks concerned for what Ryan was put through in the past. He hugs Ryan around the neck, muttering, "That kind of rough treatment is over for you now, Ryan. You're with Dylan and me; we're civilized." My eyes are at the top of their sockets watching those two. Ryan puts both arms around Robby and snuggles against him, his eyes shining with adoration for Robby. It makes me jealous as hell; jealous Ryan's not looking at me that way. Robby takes Ryan's hat off and rubs Ryan short hair, saying, "I did a pretty good job cutting your hair, Ryan, you don't need to wear a hat." I see the high shingles on the sides where Robby didn't fade in the quarter inch hairs with the slightly longer hairs on top, and the lower shingles where the eighth of a inch guide stops at the quarter inch hairs. It makes me grin around Robby cock: pretty good job, my ass. My cock is boning up right along with Robby's as I suck his stubby prick. As the sensations build for Robby, he grunts, "Un, un! Ah, ah, that feels good, Dylan," as I'm watching them watch me. Ryan licks his lips, lets go of Robby and gropes himself. Taking Robby's boner out of my mouth and stroking mine, I discover it's almost as hard as Robby's. He strokes his boner grunting quietly, then mutters, "Now suck Ryan's cock." I'd be offended except I love sucking cute boy's cocks, so I walk on my knees to Ryan. Anyway, I knew Robby wasn't going to suck Ryan's cock because Ryan told me Robby never sucks his cock. He doesn't suck mine much anymore either, now that I think about it. Putting all of Ryan's cock in my mouth, bending the still pliable member to accomplish that, and it's a real mouthful. I back my head off it slowly with my lips tightly around the shaft straightening it out until just the head's in my mouth, then I suck and lick the fat head and a moan of pleasure slips out of my throat. Ryan chuckles and rubs my head, saying, "Your hair feels like rough sandpaper, boyfriend. Lick my balls now." Just enough authority in that to get me into a submissive frame of mind again, as I do what I'm told. Robby goes, "Suck my balls after Ryan's," but he doesn't quite have the tone of authority in his voice that Ryan can do when he wants to. Ryan's probably copied the toned used on him when he had to service his doms. As I suck and hum on one of Ryan's nuts at a time, his cock bones-up hard. He takes his hard cock in his fingers and moves it around my face leaving wetness wherever it goes. The wetness is my spit and maybe some pre cum from Ryan's cock. Robby says, "My turn, Dylan," but I continue sucking Ryan's balls until Ryan says, "Do our boyfriend's balls now." Obeying him, I walk sideways on my knees and get both Robby's balls in my mouth to suck and lick, loving every second of it. Both of their crotches smell like shaving cream. Robby and Ryan giggle at me sucking their nuts and stroking my boner. They're next to each other with an arm around each other's waist, looking at me and mumbling to each other, "This is awesome, ain't it?" My cock's at least as hard as the other two, and nobody's had it in their mouth although I sure would like to feel Ryan's awesome cock sucking on my dick again. Robby's rubbing my sandpaper hair absently, asking Ryan, "What should we do now?" Ryan says, "Lets have my twin gets on all fours, and I'll fuck him while you get behind me and fuck me; it's called a train. At least that's what they called it when I saw it done in a video." Robby goes, "Oh gawd, that sounds hot!" Robby tells me, "You got us hard, Dylan, great job. Ya wanna do it the way Ryan described?" I'm feeling very submissive now, so I say, "Yes, Rob," and get on my hands and knees, then turn around getting my ass up for Ryan, the way I always do it for him. He smacks my ass three times hard, "Smack! Smack ! Smack!" Robby laughs muttering, "Jesus," as Ryan mounts me by gripping my hips and pushing in a couple inches of his boner, and I can't help it, I moan, "Ahhhh, oooh, ooh," as Ryan's asking, "Feel good, Dylan? I'll go in slow until you open up back here for my big cock, okay?" I groan, "Ooooh, it feels good, Ryan," blushing because I'm acting like a pussy in front of Robby. Ryan's seen me act worse than this any number of times, so it's nothing new to him. Can I help it if I love getting fucked? Is it a crime or something? Jeez, it just feels good. Ryan shoves in three more inches of his hard fat boner and a sharp pain has me grunting. Ryan mutters, "It'll be fine, Dylan, gut it out," and in fifteen seconds it is fine. Then the remaining inches of his cock are shoved up my ass and Ryan's smooth crotch is leaning against my buttocks, his balls bang into the back of my scrotum, and I moan again, feeling totally filled up back there, "Ahhhh, ohhh yeaaah, Ryan." Ryan asks Rob, "Does he enjoy it like this for you too?" Robby goes, "Yeah, pretty much. That's why it's so much fun fucking him; he gets so much pleasure out of it and that allows me to enjoy my part better. If I was hurting him I couldn't enjoy it myself." Nothing from Ryan about that because he dishes out some pain along with the pleasure. Ryan withdraws his seven inches of fat hard cock, then slides it all the way in again as I'm biting my lip to keep my moan of pleasure to a reasonable level, but I still let out a long sigh, "Ooooh, mmmmmm." Ryan slaps my ass, then casually pumps my rectum three time with long steady thrusts. Robby says, "Okay, you got your twin opened up good. Damn that's hot to see the way you fuck him; your long boner disappearing up inside him and Dylan moaning with pleasure. I'm jealous of your big cock, Ryan." Another smack on my ass from Ryan as he says, "Keep your ass up," and another loud, "SMACK!!" I yelp and raise my ass as much as I can and Ryan humps his cock up my ass fast a half dozen times with me doing one long, "Aaaaaahhhh, oooooh." With every thrust his hard nuts smack into my scrotum causing pain. Robby goes, "Wow, you really give Dylan a rough fuck, don't ya?" Ryan says, "Yep, and he loves it too. Don't ya, twin?" Pathetically, I whimper, "Yes, Ryan," and both of them laugh. Then Robby says, "Okay, now I'll do you, Ryan." I take a hand off the floor and stroke my throbbing boner. "Smack! Smack! Smack!" on my ass, "No!" from Ryan, and Robby laughs out loud again. Then asks, incredulously, "Is that how you fuck him all the time, Ryan? You're a real tiger," and it brings back memories of when Ryan would recite every step of his fuck on my ass; that was in the early days of our threesome when Robby was putting me in my place. We've since decided to stop describing sex on the side, but now he's witnessing it first hand. Who's idea was it for this three-way anyhow? It doesn't seem like a good idea to me now With Ryan's big cock fully impaling me, I hear him grunt and look back seeing Robby with his lips tight together pushing his fat cock up Ryan's ass. It's hot to see in real life, fer sure. I've seen it only twice before and both times it was Dodger fucking Vinnie. This is hotter though because I'm in love with both Robby and Ryan. Seeing my boyfriends fucking should make me jealous, but it doesn't. It's hot, like I said, plus I'm a participant. Ryan tentatively tries matching Robby's thrust with his own and quickly gets a rhythm going with Robby and now he's plowing my ass as Robby plows his. It's awesome with all three of us quietly moaning in pleasure with my climax growing and growing until there's tingling all around my sore nuts and my hard cock is vibrating while drooling pre cum. I start humping back at Ryan's thrusts, going, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," with each drive up my ass of his perfect boner. The skin against skin sound announces anal intercourse and adds to my arousal. Sensations in my belly now and I'm moving to and fro as Ryan slams his cock up my ass matching Robby's thrust which are getting faster as his orgasm builds. Licking my lips moaning constantly now, making more like whimpering sounds of desire then anything else. Ryan smacks my ass as he dominantly fucks me hard. I'm seeing spots in front of my eyes from the need to climax and then Ryan's laying on my back doing fast little humps, making my ,"Oh!" sounds with each jab and then his cock blows a long stream of cum inside me as he goes, "Aaaaaaaah," and frantically fucks me digging his fingers into my sides pulling me back into his thrusts. Ryan's cum's drooling down the back of my legs as Robby, grunts, "Ah, ah, ah," slams into Ryan and I'm assuming he unloaded his nuts full of cum up Ryan's ass. Ryan's making gibberish sounds now; getting fucked while you're fucking someone at the same time can do that to you. Then with an embarrassing, "Eeeeee," cum shoots from my cock straight up my stomach and chest, then another spurt and another as I writhe with pleasure at the sizzling sensations in my rectum, balls, and cock. Then electric shocks spread out all over me getting me to do my familiar shoulder shudder. Ryan's laying on my back hugging me around the chest kissing the back of my neck. Robby pulls out of Ryan's ass first, sputtering, "Jesus, that was hot. Wow!" Ryan hugs me tightly, but won't pull out, so I slide down to lay flat on the floor. Ryan giggles, saying, "I'm staying inside your ass, Dylan." It feels good, so I say, "Fuck me some more. I'm laying in my cum with Ryan's cum running down the back of my legs. Robby says, "Hey, you two!" Then, "Okay, three can play this game," and he straddles Ryan and me, sticks his cock up Ryan's ass and lays on him. I'm being squashed, so I complain, "I can't breathe," and they both giggle. Robby and Ryan hop up a couple of inches and drop back on me doing a tiny fuck. Then Robby gets off Ryan, his cock making a sucking sound when it pulls out of Ryan's cum saturated rectum. Same for when Ryan pulls his long cock out of me, but I'm clutching my rectum muscles as he withdraws, so the sucking sound is louder. Robby laughs, saying, "You made a louder sound because you got that long prick." Ryan goes, "Dylan was trying to hold my prick inside him. He has strong muscles in his ass." I get up on all fours slowly and feel a cock go up my ass. Looking behind me I see it's Robby and he fucks me good for about three minutes with me stroking my cock hoping for another orgasm, but nothing develops. Finally Robby smacks my ass, then pulls his cock out and slaps my ass again, saying, "That was fucking wild!" I'm thinking, 'You should see Dodger, Vinnie, and me go at it; that's wild, this was hot, but not wild,' but I keep that thought to myself. When I stand up Robby gets an arm around Ryan's and my necks, saying, "You guys were right, three-ways are something we should do more of. It's, what... what to call it?" I say, "It's recreational fun fucking," as I feel my sandpaper head, thinking, 'It was almost this short in Key West,' making myself feel better about my nearly shaved head. As a matter of fact, a boy in the Stop and Shop in North Andover routinely gets his hair cut this short and it looks kinda cool on him, but my blond hair doesn't stand out like that kid's dark brown hair does. With this haircut I should have it outlined around my entire hairline, but neither Ryan nor Robby has the skill to do that. On the other hand, I have the skill and I'll do an outline with the trimmers before the party. It makes it appear distinctive. Robby asks, "Can we take showers, Dylan?" I go, "Sure, grab your clothes and we'll go in my bathroom. Ryan gets excited, "Can I shower with you, Rob?" That does make me jealous. Robby asks me, "Is that okay with you?" I go, "Sure, why not. I'll use my mom's bathroom." They get their clothes and go up the steps with Robby's arm around Ryan's neck and Ryan's arm around Robby's waist as they whisper and giggle together. Oh well, maybe I haven't moved up to number one with Ryan after all. Yeah, and maybe I slipped to number two with Robby too. Fuck it! I just want to be a part of the threesome and I don't care if I'm number one or two; two is as low as I can go, it's as low as any of us can go. I take a shower in mom's bathroom, then skip down the hall to my bedroom for some clean underwear. I can hear those to laughing and giggling together in the shower and I need to fight off a rage of jealousy again. It's humbling to be put in my place although I should be getting used to it by now. Sure I'd like to be both of their favorite boyfriend, but you can't make someone like you best; they do or they don't. I'll need to be a better boyfriend to both of them if I expect to be liked the best. Slipping on an old pair of basketball shorts and tee-shirt, I pull on a pair of socks and step into my sneakers. Robby and Ryan are still frolicking around in the shower so I gram a handheld mirror and go back to the basement. Plugging in the trimmers and looking into the mirror over the sink in the powder room I edge along the front of my hairline and carefully outline around my ears, correcting the jagged edge Ryan did there earlier. Then, with my back to the mirror, I use the handheld mirror to see the back of my head and carefully edge across the back and up to my ears on the sides. There, it looks like a professional haircut now, for someone who prefers having almost no hair on their head, that is. That's not my preference, but I'm stuck with it and it's not shocking to me like it should because Willie had me looking almost like this in Key West. So many of the things Willie put me through have turned out beneficial to me one way or the other. He did those things to be beneficial to him, of course; the fact that they've been useful to me is of no concern to him because he mostly only cares about his own pleasure and getting his own way. Nevertheless, it's benefited me in my relationship with both my boyfriends. Putting the trimmers away and rubbing around the edging of my hair with a wet washcloth to get off any stray snippets of hair from the trimmers, I look at myself in the mirror closely and see a cute tough boy, who's about seventeen years old. I'll settle for that, and fuck wearing a hat. You need self-confidence to wear this hair style; it says, 'fuck you' if you don't like my haircut. Going out on the balcony for a cigarette, I think about our threesome and our three-way sex of a little while ago. My role was basically the same as Ryan's when he serviced two dominant type boys, but I liked it so what's the problem? Well, I can see one: Rob and Ryan could lose any respect for me if I allow them to treat me like the inferior member of our threesome. It's sort of how I thought about Ryan in the early going. My submissive fetish kind of relegates me to that status, if I let it. Hmmm, I've got to see what I can do about that because I most certainly don't feel inferior, or superior, to anyone. Maybe I need to be a little standoffish like Robby was to me when he purposely put me in my place by spending most of his time with Ryan early on in our threesome. He wasn't fair at all, but it worked on me and it got me in line, so to speak. Where the hell are they anyway. Flicking my cigarette butt off the front of my tee-shirt, cursing, then kicking it off the balcony, I go inside and down the hall. My bedroom door is closed. Hmmm, strange. Putting my ear against the door I hear the telltale skin on skin sound along with Ryan's moaning and Robby's grunting. Wonder what they could be doing? That's insulting to me, plain and simple, and a perfect example of what I was just thinking about on the balcony. I should bust in on them and throw them both out. Instead I yell in through the door, "That's really a classy thing to do, you two," adding sarcastically, "boyfriends," then stomp away from the door and pout on the balcony feeling sorry for myself with tears in my eyes. Fuck them, I can have three boyfriends other than them by this afternoon if I wanted to. Hell, I can call Willie and he'll be over here in twenty minutes standing on the balcony next to me by the time those two are finished fucking. Robby comes sheepishly out first. "We got carried away, Dylan. That damn Ryan got me hot and I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again." I mumble, "Swell, that's what you said the last time you did this. Fucking Ryan at his friends house while I was shooting pool with his friend." Robby comes over and puts his arm across my shoulders hugging me against him, "I feel like such a weak creep for doing that, Dylan, honest I do. It's you I love with all my heart. Ryan and I were just messing around and things got out of hand. Please forgive me." I make a face as Ryan cautiously walk over saying, "Forgive me too, Dylan, pleeeze. It was my fault so be mad at me, not Rob. He feels terrible and he stopped as soon as you yelled at us. I'm really, really sorry," as he rubs my arm. Robby quietly says, "You're the one who holds us together, Dylan. Nothing would work if not for you. You're the most important piece of our threesome, it'd all fall apart without you holding us together. Please say you forgive us." Well, this is a little more like it. I mutter, "I'm just the doormat of this threesome, wipe your feet on me all you want. What can I do about it; I love you both so wipe away, I'll take it." Ryan says, "Your nobodies doormat, Dylan, your the nicest, coolest boy I've ever met and I love you as much as Robby does, probably more actually." Robby gives a Ryan a look, and Ryan says to him, "Well, I do, I can't help it, but I love you too, Rob." Robby raises his eyebrows, pursing his lips, but says nothing. Take that, Rob! Taking advantage of the situation, I mutter, "You two need to grovel some more." Robby goes, "Everything I said is the truth, Dylan. Neither Ryan nor me takes you for granted and like Ryan said, you'll never be anyone's doormat, far from it. I sincerely apologize for our crude rude behavior doing that in your bedroom, with you here too. It's inexcusable, but please forgive us." I glance at Ryan, who looks like he's at a funeral. He's got tears in his eyes as he continues rubbing the palm of his hand on my arm, muttering, "I feel just the way Rob does; he said it better than me, but I'm so sorry. I feel like such a shit and you're the last person on the planet who I'd want to make feel bad." Another look from Robby at Ryan. Ha ha! You deserve it, Rob. Still they seem sincere and I like that they think I'm the most important one in our threesome, so I mumble, "Okay, I forgive you," and Ryan wraps his arms around me, knocking Robby as he does it. Ryan's burr haircut tickles against the underside of my chin, the side of his face against my chest. I wrap my arms around his skinny, but tight body for a hug, mumbling, "Ya don't need to get carried away, twin." Robby kisses the side of my face, then hugs both Ryan and me. They're damn good at apologizing and I feel better about me and the three of us now. Finally I say, "It's time for me to pick-up Connor and Cory, so we need to breakup this delightful make-up." Robby lets go of me, then Ryan, as he mumbles, "I love you, Dylan. You're the best." Robby goes, "Yeah, Dylan, you're the best of us. I feel bad about that thing in your bedroom, I swear to God I do." I nod my head, muttering, "I believe you, Robby. Lets never mention it again. I'm far from perfect myself so I've got no right to be high and mighty. My feelings were hurt mostly, ya know. And you know how I can pout." He smiles, "You, pout? I never noticed that." We exchange smiles. What can I do, like I said, I love both of them. You can't turn love on and off; not for long you can't. I held out pretty good. We all do a sweet goodbye kiss and they take off. I look at my almost hairless head, then shrug. The outlining helped a lot; I'll survive. I grab my Jeep keys, and I'm on my way to pick up Connor and Cory. Chubby's getting a ride to Mary Jo's house, and then to the party, from one of the guys who went to the baseball game with him earlier in the week; they're double dating. I'll bet you ten bucks that Chubby's straight friends aren't as cute or as much fun as his gay friends. At the party us gay boys will be outnumbered at least ten to one, which doesn't take into consideration the gay boys who are pretending to be straight, but that's another story all together. I'll get Connor and Cory and bring them back here so I can change into my cool party outfit. That's not to say I don't look kinda cool now, but it grunge cool. Of course Connor didn't want me to meet him at his apartment, because it's dangerous at times, but I'm no wimp so I insisted. Connor has a hard time saying no to me. On the ride over to his place I realize I'm over the feeling that Ryan and Robby don't respect me and I'm liking our threesome again. Now I've got to come up with a plan for giving Connor his goodbye and good luck fuck, but Cory's presents makes that problematic in the short term, so it might not happen until Sunday sometime. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax free donation to nonprofit Nifty. Any amount will be appreciated by the. Details at the site. Thank you.