Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 11:04:52 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 98 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 98 by Donny Mumford After dinner Chubby takes off for his part time job leaving Seth and me alone in this quiet condo. Huh, Seth seemed relaxed all through dinner, but now he's tense and apparently unsure of himself. Maybe it's because he's anticipating some intimacy between us either during or after his haircut, or ma ybe he's concerned there won't be any. It's hard to tell, but because of Robby's lectures last night I wasn't planning on initiating anything sexy with Seth. Unfortunately it appears he's depending on me to do just that. I need to rethink things and use a little compassion here for Seth. My initial plan was a nod to Robby's lecture obviously, plus my best intentions, but now it seems unfair to Seth. He doesn't know about Robby's and my new agreement and he has a crazy crush on me, but at the same time he's obviously too unsure of himself to do anything about it. When we're at work in the back of the truck he's comfortable copying some of the flirting and intimate behavior I've done with him in the past, but alone with me in my house he doesn't know how to proceed. Who am I kidding anyway, I know in my heart I'm not going to disappoint him. Seth's come to depends on me to lead us in an intimate direction. He isn't aware I don't like being the leader, but for him I need to be just that. Okay, I'm resigned to the fact this isn't going to be one of the times I can tell Robby I resisted side-sex. On the plus side, Robby doesn't want me mentioning names, and he told me that eliminating side-sex will be tough going at first and he's not expecting miracles. I interpret all that to mean he knows I'm going to have side-sex so that takes the pressure off, for sure. It means, in some vague timeframe if I put the effort into resisting side-sex, I'll eventually succeed like he claims he has. So, ya know, I'm just basically following a path he's predicted. So what the fuck, I'll go for it. I get a fistful of Seth's hair at the back of his head pulling his head back so he's looking up at my face, and he immediately grabs my wrist for balance, his back arching. Seth's eyes are big and shiny as I stare into them... then I kiss him on his lips. Grinning at him after the kiss, I ask, "Hey, how'd your hair get this long?" and then shake his head a little, pulling his hair as I do it. He does a quiet moan with his eyes fluttering, now holding onto my hips for support. I've got his back bending backward with the handful of his hair in my fist, but he doesn't struggle at all. Wetting his lips he's real serious as he quietly explains what I already know, "I've been working nights and haven't been able to come over here for a haircut in like six weeks, or maybe longer." It surprises me it's been that long, but yeah I guess I've only giving him two haircuts all summer and the first one was near the beginning of the summer. The second one a week or ten days after the first, and that was it. It's strange for me to act dominant, but it isn't an unpleasant feeling at all. Yanking on his hair a little gets a quiet moan from Seth, so he's apparently sexually turned on by this rare show of dominance on my part. Very interesting, and kinda cool. Yanking on the fistful of his hair again, getting into my role, I'm looking into his eyes kind of enjoying playing the tough bad-ass part. Acting like I mean it, I say, "Since you've avoided getting a haircut for weeks, I'm going to need to charge you double for this haircut because it'll be twice the work, if ya know what I mean." He grins at me, "Oh, two times nothing, huh? That's expensive." I mutter, "Yeah, well that's the way I roll." With his voice so low I can hardly hear him, he asks, "Will you kiss me again, Dylan?" I tug on the fistful of his hair and look into his eyes again, hesitating for a second. Seth stares back at me with his lips parted taking fast little breaths. Wow, he's a good looking kid! I lick my lips then press them against his and his arms go around my neck with his crotch plastered against mine. I'm still pulling his hair so his head is back as my tongue slides into his mouth. Seth makes another whiny submissive sound while humping his hips ever so slightly. We suck lips and lick tongues with Seth holding our faces tightly together with his arms around the back of my neck. He's bent over backward so I'm bending forward over him really feeling dominant. It's kind of extra sexy being a little rough and dominant with him and he seems to enjoy it too. Apparently we both like our sex partner to be a dominant and rough with us. It's giving me a hard-on to be honest about it, and then I feel his hard cock pressing against my leg. Another submissive whine from Seth as we continue licking tongues and kissing lips. Yeah, I can see the attraction of being dominant during sexual activities, although I still prefer being the submissive one myself. After another tug on his hair and yet another low whine of submission from Seth, I let go of his hair and rub his back with both hands as we straighten up. Rubbing the hairs up at the back of his head, enjoying the feel of his hair in my fingers, we continue making-out. The kiss last a minute or so before Seth takes his arm from around my neck, pulls away gasping with both his hands going to his crotch. His face is bright red as I'm struggling not to laugh, but it is funny how easily aroused he gets. Seth gasps again, catches his breath, then mutters, "I almost did it, I almost messed my pants. Oh God, you turn me on, Dylan." Patting his shoulder and smiling at him, I ask, "You okay?" He nods his head, then grins and mumbles, "I'm so fucking pathetic." I go, "Don't say that, you're not pathetic in any way. You're admirable, Seth. How many guys could support themselves from age seventeen while completing high school and then taking college courses online?" He says, "I bet you could," and I do laugh at that. "I don't think so, Seth, but thanks. Come on, I'll shampoo your hair now instead of pulling it." He says, "I liked you pulling my hair, it gave me a boner when you were being rough with me." Nodding my head, not sure what to say to that, we head for the cellar door. Seth's walking real close to me like Ryan used to do with Robby, and all of a sudden it hits me. Seth reacts to me like Ryan initially reacted to Robby, and now I can see how Robby would be flattered and become attracted to Ryan the way I am with Seth. It's human nature. Hmmm, I need to try putting myself in Robby's shoes before jumping to conclusions and being critical of him, not just with the Ryan thing but as a general rule. They'll be times I'm sure when Robby will decide something, make some decision for us, that I may not be crazy about, but instead of pouting I need to think about it from his viewpoint. Seth says, "Anyway, I've only completed one and a half semesters of my college freshman year. I'd be further along except for my part time jobs, but I need the money. It might take me six or seven years to graduate at this rate." I'm like, "Jesus, ya just started a couple of months ago, you're making awesome progress." He goes, "No, I told you about me taking online course a couple of months ago, but I've been doing it for six months. Getting the money to pay for it was a concern I used to have, but with the raise I'll be getting and my part time jobs I now have the money, although I don't have much free time for studying." I go, "It's a catch 22 situation." On the steps, he goes, "I know what you mean by that, but why does it mean what it means?" I'm like, "I have no idea." He bumps against me on the steps, asking, "Should I take off my shirt now?" I go, "Yep." When we're in the half bath Seth sits on the chair and I tilt it back until it's resting on the rim of the sink, then put a hand towel under his neck for comfort. Seth looks at me grinning, "I love having my hair shampooed by you." I push his head roughly, pretending to be dominant, saying, "Keep your head still while I massage your scalp." He holds his head still as he gropes himself. I like when cute guys docilely sit in this chair or the barber's stool and allow me to play with their hair, shampoo, or cut it. At times like these I'm the dominant one for awhile. Seth's another kid with a perfectly shaped head and an excellent hairline to go with his beautiful and dense light blond hair. His hair is fine with a lot of body and some wave to it. Blonds have the most hair follicles of any hair color at approximately a hundred and forty thousands on the average blond's head. Males have more hairs on their head than females, and redheads have the fewest hairs of any hair color. They have about ninety thousand individual hairs. Another thing I read about human hair is that hair grows faster in hot weather. That's one of the factors for Seth's hair being as long as it is, that and the fact he hasn't had a haircut for six weeks or so. After massaging his scalp all over, I massage his shoulders looking at his pink torso. It looks like he's lost most of that baby fat around his waist. I ask him, "Have you been losing weight?" He says, "A little, remember I told you I'm doing sit ups every day? Tightening up my body, trying to make it hot." I mumble, "You're doing a hellava job. You look damn good." He turns his head to look at me, and tells me, "You've got the hottest body I've ever seen." I mutter, "Yeah, everybody says that." Seth chuckles and I go, "Time for your shampoo, but in honor of your hot body I need to do this first," and, holding his head steady, I give the side of his forehead a long wet kiss enjoying his sparse whiskers that tickle my hand. Seth gropes himself again. Damn, this kid smells good. His hair smells good too. Not a shampoo scent, just a naturally clean-hair scent. There's actually no reason to shampoo his hair because it's already clean, but I like doing it and Seth likes me doing it. I gotta please my cliental even if I am a little rough with them at times. After thoroughly wetting his hair, I pour on shampoo and work up a good lather running my fingers through it and then using both hands to rub the hair from both sides of his head toward the middle, and it's so full of suds it sticks up. I ask, jokingly, "How about a Mohawk haircut this time." He says, "If you want to, go ahead. I put myself in your hands." I go, "I'm kidding, Seth," and he says, "Remember that faux hawk haircut I had when I first started working with you guys?" I go, "Oh, yeah, I remember cutting your hair when it was like that. You paid fifty dollars for that faux thing." He says, "Yeah, fifty dollars I didn't have, but my pride prevented me from admitting that to the hair stylist. He was a guy I knew from high school, from when I was going to high school. I thought he was giving me a free haircut, but no, he'd mislead me. When he was done cutting that silly haircut he told me it's fifty bucks, and then acted like he was giving me a discount. I learned my lesson and never went back to that salon." My cell phone rings in my pocket. Shit! I wipe the shampoo suds off my hands and answer the call. It's Ray, who says, "Hi there, Dylan. How ya doing? Are you home?" I go, "I'm doing good, Ray. Yeah, I'm home, why?" He says, "Can I come over for a haircut tonight?" Hmmm, this could be my chance to turn someone down for side sex. I go, "I'm doing a haircut for a friend of mine right now. Ah, how about you show up in an hour?" He says, "I'll be there, thanks." Seth hears that and sort of slumps in the chair. I pat his shoulder, saying, "We're still hanging out together later, Seth. I'll give this guy a haircut while you're fucking around on my computer or watching TV. Then when I'm done with Ray's haircut you and me will do something together, okay?" He says, "Oh yeah, that sounds good. Thanks." Hmmm, I'm hoping Ray tries coming on to me tonight, like he did when he was here for his last haircut. I'll turn him down again and then be able to report to Robby I turned down an opportunity for side sex. Hot shit! After rinsing the suds out of Seth hair, I dry his hair with a towel being rougher than I need to be. Yeah, it is sexy when someone accepts whatever treatment you're putting out. I know that I not only accept it when it's connected to sexual activities, but embrace it and get turned on by it. This is cool seeing how the other half lives though. I've rarely experienced this, but there have been a couple of rare times I've tried being sort of dominant. Seth's perfect for the submissive role except it seems he's going to be topping me during sex later, so that doesn't fit the picture. I'd be inclined to fuck him except it hurts his tender rectum having a dick up there, and I don't want to cause him pain. Well, I guess I don't really have the heart of a dominant sex partner. Done with the towel, I begin brushing his hair and blow drying it. His hair shines when it's dry. He looks up and back at me grinning, "That was an extremely pleasurable experience, Dylan, especially when you're firm with me." I say, "Yeah, really? It was pleasurable for me too." I can't resist hugging around his neck with my left arm, the sides of our faces together. His short curly whiskers tickle my cheek as I slide my other hand across his chin feeling his whiskers there, and mutter, "You're awfully sexy, Seth," then kiss the side of his mouth. He turns his head and our lips press together. Seth's lips are nice to kiss and we're soon rubbing our noses together as he gets an arm around the back of my neck. My free hand leaves his chin and rubs his sparse chest hairs again, such as they are, and then his nipples. He goes, "Mmmmm, oooh." Pinching his right nipple gets a moan out of him as my eyes glance down and see the lap of his pants tenting up, his boner acting as the tent pole. A minute into the kiss Seth again breaks the kiss gasping and humping his hips as he sits in the chair. He groans, "I'm so horny for you Dylan, it's like I'm in pain." Running my fingers through his luxurious hair I kiss the side of his face again, murmuring, "I'm a little horny myself, you sexy thing. Do you wanna do it now, right here?" He excitedly nods his head biting his bottom lip. Standing up, he asks, "Should I pull down your pants, Dylan?" I mutter, "I'll get 'em, and you pull down your own." I see a small wet spot at the top of the teepee. He sees me look at it, and says, "It's only precum, but I almost shot off in my pants for the third time in the last twenty minutes, and each time it was from kissing you." I nod my head feeling aroused, and then pull my pants down and pull off my t-shirt. Skin against skin is the way to go. Seth's average size cock is boned up pretty good, and it's a damn nice looking cock too. I drop the dominant routine and slip into a role I'm much more familiar with. Bending over I take his cock in my mouth to suck on the head and swirl my tongue around it. A long drool of precum covers my tongue as Seth moan, "Aaaaah, aaah ooh." I can feel his cock becoming hard as steel in my mouth as he pushes gently at my head, going, "Ooh, ooh, no, Dylan," and another long slurp of precum is sucked out of his quivering steel boner. He's trembling as I take his cock out of my mouth. I would have liked sucking an orgasm out of his nuts, but Seth wants to fuck me so I relent for his sake. As determined as I thought I was not to initiate any sexy stuff with Seth, I felt compelled to do just that, so now what difference does it make how many other times I do it with him tonight. Plus, I'm hoping Ray's gonna give me the opportunity to turn him down for side-sex. So far this hasn't been a very promising start to my quest for eliminating side sex, but I'm thinking next week it'll be easier to avoid this sort of thing when I'm at college. I might as well wait until next week to try in earnest. That's the prudent thing to do. You know, give myself a week to get used to the idea and in the meantime I'll take the opportunity that might present itself with Ray. I'll turn him down and, without mentioning names, I'll be able to honestly tell Robby at our meeting on Friday I was successful at turning down sex.Then, when I turn Ray down I'll be freed up the rest of this week to delve into other side-sex, should it present itself. Having my cake and eating it too, so to speak. Seth's boner is so hard it's sticking straight out from his body. The head is swollen and wet with my saliva and his precum. He's looking at me like he doesn't know what to do next. My cock is quite firm too, listing off to the left as I stroke it a few times. He asks, "Should I, you know...?" I turn around, move the chair to the side, and lean against the sink with my hands on the rim and my ass sticking up. I look back at him, and mutter, "Yes, you should," and he bites on his bottom lip again, staring at my ass, and then gets right behind me, murmuring, "I feel like I'm going to cum as soon as I put my dick inside you." Haha, this boy is hornier than me, but I used to get as horny as Seth in the early days of being fucked by fat Carl. It was a brand new world for me then as it is basically for Seth now, and like him I couldn't get enough of it. Carl was aware of how much I wanted it so he'd purposely make me wait until I was kinda begging him to fuck me. I'd get so horny I'd become very submissive and walk all the way to his house to ring his doorbell. He'd be nasty, "What the fuck do you want?" and from then on he'd treat me like shit, then later when I'd begged him enough he'd fuck me so hard and so long I'd make the long walk home bowlegged, but not horny anymore. All the way home I'd hate him promising myself I'd never do it again, but a couple of days later I was ringing his doorbell again. Then I met Willie and everything changed. Seth guides his hard cock to my asshole. His boner's drooling like crazy and I feel precum dripping off his cock and running down my ass crack, sliding to the back of my balls. Now I want to feel his hard cock inside me, probably as badly as Seth wants it inside me. He asks, "Ready, Dylan?" I look back, "Yes, Seth, push it in hard." My anus lips spread deliciously and then Seth grabs my hips and humps his boner a good five inches up my ass. I go up on my toes blowing air out between my lips making a hissing sound. Then settle back onto my feet as the hurt fades quickly. He's got another half inch or so of cock that still needs to be pushed in. He does that slowly while making a whining sound, then murmuring, "Feels so incredibly good. I think I'm going to cum." I mumble, "Relax and wait a few seconds." His body shudders as he goes, "Ooooh, mmmm, ooh," and then leans against my back putting his arms around my stomach and hugging me against his chest, pressing his groin tightly to my buttocks. He stays like this a few seconds with the side of his face against mine and his sexy whiskers rubbing my cheek. He murmurs, "Feels so good and you smell so good it's like unbelievable." I nod my head suppressing my own moan of pleasure. I manage to grunt, then encourage him, "Yeah, it does feel pretty awesome, Seth." He withdraws his ridiculously hard boner without taking his chest off my back, moving his hips only, and then drives it tightly back up my ass blowing out his breath noisily with a fine spray of saliva against my cheek. I feel his heart pounding fast against my back as he starts fucking me steadily and the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sound of his crotch against my ass seem louder than normal in this little half bath. He moans constantly and gets a bit erratic with his thrusting. It's doing the trick though, and my cock tightens up further until it's flat against my belly. I tighten my sphincter getting a long, "Ooooooh," from Seth. Within a minute I can feel my orgasm begin to percolate in my balls. Seth goes, "Aaaah!" slamming against me, doing little humps of pressure against my ass as he's overflowing my rectum with cum, grunting, "Ooh, aah, aah, ooooh, mmmm, fuck, ooh," and just like that he's done, laying limply against me. Shit! I was just getting started. He pulls his cock out and plops down on the toilet seat lid breathing hard, muttering, "Oh man, that felt so fucking good. Thank you, Dylan! Oh fuck...." I turn around with my boner quivering and see his cock go limp. Well fuck, I won't even need to count this as side-sex. It lasted less then two minutes. It's more like coming attractions, but now I'm as horny as Seth was. We switched places in that regard. He looks up at me grinning, and innocently asked, "Was it good for you, Dylan?" I mumble, "Oh yeah, very sexy. Um, I'm thinking we might have a two bagger night. A double feature so to speak." He says, "Oh, no way could I do it again right now." I pat him on the shoulder, "I don't mean now, stud, maybe later though, huh?" He shrugs, then reminisces some more about his latest orgasm, "That was an awesome climax I had, wow, it was like I was peeing cum up your rear end," and his shoulders shudder again from just thinking about it. Good to know I'm not the only one with the shoulder shudder. Seth's using toilet paper to carefully clean his cock, while telling me, "You've got like a magical ass, Dylan. I can't even put into words how good that felt, and boy did I ever need it. Whew, what a relief. I feel great now. You're the best friend I've ever had." Well, at least he didn't go into his 'I love you' routine. And then he does just that, he looks at me, "I love you, Dylan! I love you like I never thought it was even possible to love someone." I give a rye grin, "Thanks, Seth. Um, lets get dressed and I'll do your haircut, okay?" He nods his head, asking, "Do you ever think you could love me?" After wiping my ass, I pull on my underwear with toilet paper under my asshole to absorb the drippings, doing a fake cough, then saying, "I already do love you, Seth, but just not romantically like you mean. I love Robby like that, but you'll find someone who will be in romantic love with you. You're only twenty, you've got your whole life ahead of you." He says, "I've joined gaydating.com, but so far I haven't been able to pull the trigger and make a date. Just chat with a few guys, but it's a start." I encourage him as we get dressed, "Yes, it is. Good for you. If you were attending a college you'd meet a lot of guys, some of whom would be gay, but you don't have that opportunity to meet guys your own age so a gay dating site might be just the thing. Plus, you can see first hand you're not the only one, they're lots of young gay guy looking to hook up with someone." He shrugs, "I've never had the balls to try it before, but it's nice chatting with other gay guys. Everyone's picture is posted on the site too, so you get an idea of who you're chatting with." I'm horny as hell now, but feeling good for Seth. He's gonna win somebody's heart for sure, especially being as cute and sweet a guy as he is. He sits on the barber stool, and I say, "You know, there are some guys out there you want to stay away from, older predators and such." He grins, "I know, Dylan, I'm not that naive. You treat me like I'm your little brother, but I can take care of myself." I shrug and say, "Good, I knew you could, but I have a spot in my heart for you and I'm just sharing my experience. Now, how do you want me to cut your hair?" He chuckles, and mutters, "Whichever haircut takes the longest." My fingers go through his beautiful hair as I think what would look best on him. The hair around his ears cover the top third of each ear, which is not cool. Damn, I'm so horny! It's hard to think. My rectum is still tingling from the two minutes of stimulation Seth's cock provided, which is like an itch that needs scratching. Oh well, it'll have to wait a couple of hours I guess. I ask, "How about a preppy look with a part on the side?" He says, "You've got me liking shorter hair now, Dylan. I never had real short hair before you cut mine short and now I like it that way." I ask, "Do you want it so short it's sticking up, or just long enough to lay flat on your perfectly shaped head?" He grins at that, then puts his hand on the top back part of his head, "How about sticking up like a burr haircut back here, but laying flat the rest of the way to the front with bangs I can comb over a bit?" I say, "Okay, I got it, but I'll make it more stylish by doing the sides and back extra short so the spiky hairs at the crown and longer hairs at the front part of your head look longer by comparison." He's like, "I'm game, sounds hot." First I use the half inch guide on the clipper running it all the way up the sides. Seth soft light blond hair falls across my hands in clumps and soon covers the tile floor on three sides of the stool. It's fun cutting young guy's hair short, especially hair like Seth's. When the sides and back are cut to a half inch length, the hair on top looks extra shaggy and dense. Using the clippers over the crown of his head gets a lot more hair drifting to the floor. It affects me sexually and I grope my dick while wondering again if I'm getting Dodger's haircut fetish. Looking at the contrast of the burr part of his haircut and the much longer hairs right next to it I have the urge to run the clippers through more of the long hairs. Giving in to the urge I take the burr part of the haircut almost halfway to the front of his head by running the half inch guide twice more over the top of his head watching the hair fall free leaving bristles in it path. My dick tightens up a lot. Cutting his hair shorter than he asked for is sexually arousing to me, but I'm not sure if it's the haircutting or the fact Seth only fucked me long enough to get me really horny. I feel the burr cut bristly hairs while wetting my lips, then say, "I think I cut the burr part too near the front on top of your head, Seth." He feels up there, then says, "That's okay, Dylan, you do it the way you want. I'll like any haircut you give me." Giving Seth another kiss on his forehead while smelling his nice scent, he mutters, "Thanks, Dylan, I love you." Hmmm, I decide to go really short with the cut on the sides and back of his head. Attaching an eighth inch guide I run the clippers halfway up the sides and back and then use a clippers over comb technique to taper the eighth inch hair into the half inch hairs. Ha! It looks cool. Then, lower on the sides and back, I use bare clippers in a rocking up-and-back motion until that length blends with the eighth inch hairs. Then I use the trimmer clippers outlining around his ears. Groping myself, I say, "Feel the sides and back, Seth, it's really a short cut." He uses his finger tips running up the sides and back of his head, saying, "Some places feels like sandpaper." I pass him the handheld mirror and he checks himself out. "Wow! That looks cool! I saw this kind of haircut on some of the gay guys on the web site. You're going to cut the hair on top shorter, right?" I go, "Yeah, of course, but I wanted to see what you thought of the sides. I think it looks cool too." He chuckles, "Yeah, it's like your last haircut." I'm like, "Yeah, a little I guess, but your's won't be nearly as short on top." Apparently I can do the fade haircut. I didn't realize that's what I was doing at first. Using scissors and comb I cut the hairs on top, slicing through big chunks of his hair that fall against my hand and then down to his shoulder and on down to the floor. I'm tapering the longer hair length into the burr cut hair. Each cut is a bit longer as I cut towards the front of his head. At the bangs the hair's been tapered to a little over an inch long. I say, "Hold on a second, Seth," and go into the half bath for hair gel. I use it to spike up the hairs on top randomly. Check that out, Seth," He looks, "Cool, I'm taking my picture and replacing the one I have on that gay date site. This is a cool spiked style for special occasions, like going on a date, and the rest of the time I'll go without the spikes." "Good plan," I got carried away cutting it much shorter than I should have, but I'm very relieved it turned out so well. Not wanting to stop, I spend five minutes adjusting his haircut the tinniest bit until I'm totally satisfied with it. I feel all over his head with both hands and almost get a boner. I'm gonna compare notes with Dodger about his haircut fetish to see if I've caught it myself. I wouldn't mind if I have because it's sexy as hell. Brushing hair clippings off Seth's shoulder, I tell him, "I got a little carries away cutting you hair a lot shorter than I planned to, but I'm glad it turned out so good." He says, "I love it. You're the best barber ever." He stands ups and brushes his lap as I look at the floor seeing a surprising amount of pretty blond hair there. The doorbell rings and I frown, 'Who the fuck?' and then remember Ray. I go, "Oh, that's probably the guy who wants a haircut. I'll do it for him and then you and me can hang out together. Maybe check out the mall." Seth says, "Yeah, I'm for that." He puts his shirt on as we're going up the steps. I open the door, and Ray says, "Hi, Dylan, good to see you," then he sneezes twice, covering his mouth with his bicep, and adds, "Thanks for letting me come over." I introduce Ray and Seth to each other, then ask Seth, "Do you want to watch TV or go on the computer?" he grins, "The computer, but first would you take my picture? Here's my smart phone." Ray says, "Jeez, I like the haircut you did for your friend, Dylan. Can you do the same for me?" I take Seth picture, muttering, "Let me take a look, Ray." Running my fingers through his hair, I say, "I can do a version of it for you, Ray, but Seth's hair was longer than yours so yours will be a shorter version of Seth's." He says, "Well, how about you get to it then," in his normal bossy manner. Seth's looking at the picture I just took of him, he blushes and says, "Would you mind taking another picture, Dylan? I look like I'm smiling my ass off in the first one, like some goof." He smiles pleasantly this time and I take his picture again. He looks at it, muttering, "Yeah, I'll use this one." Ray asks, "What are you using it for?" I say, "His college ID. Come on downstairs, Ray," and to Seth, "I'll see you in a little while." He goes, "No hurry, I'll be chatting on line." Nodding and smiling at Seth, I start downstairs as Ray's telling me, "You'll be happy to know I dumped my boyfriend. He couldn't compare with you so I might give you another chance." I say, "Oh, really? That's funny, Elliot told me your boyfriend dumped you, and that you're not even sure you're bisexual anymore." He takes his shirt off as we go down the steps, and then sneezes again holding his shirt in front like it's a handkerchief. I ask, "Ya got a cold?" and he's like, "It's allergies, I think," as he stares at the house plant my mom keeps in the basement. Ray's sexy BO scent takes me by surprise as it wafts up in my face. I'd forgotten about that sexy BO of his until just now. I look at Ray's face and see the whiskers that are more prevalent on Ray than Seth. Ray also has more chest hair. I fight back the weird urge to reach over and touch it. Ray might be a bit odd, but he's still sexy. Dammit, and I'm horny after that teaser-sex with Seth, and giving him that uber short haircut got me turned-on too. I adjust my junk as Ray's looking over at me, sniffing, then says, "My brother doesn't know what he's talking about if he told you that kid dumped me." Actually it was Jay who told me, but Elliot didn't contradict him. I mutter, "Whatever you say, Ray." We're in the basement where Ray takes hold of my bicep, pulling me over to the stool. He sits on the barber stool, pulling me against him. He's strong, and I like, "What the fuck, Ray?" He goes, "I'll show you if I'm still bisexual or not. We'll use your little bathroom there and you'll have no doubt one way or the other afterwards." I stare at him staring at me, then mumble, "You're here for a haircut, Ray, so let me get started." He says, "Don't be like that, Dylan. Okay, I agree you have every right to be hurt, I admit that, but I'm telling you I'm sorry, I shouldn't have dumped you. I made a mistake, you hurt my pride and I got rash and made a mistake. I'm not perfect like some of you guys seem to think I am." Oh brother!! I nod my head, mumbling, "Yeah, no problem, Ray, lets do the haircut." He lets go of my arm, "Sure, Dylan, but it's rude of you not to accept my apology." I say, "I accept it, I already told you there's no problem." Ray gets up, muttering, "I gotta blow my nose. Fucking allergies," as he stares at the house plant again. He never had a allergy attack before when he was down here. He goes in the half bath and I hear him blowing his nose. He's probably got a summer cold or the flu. Ray comes out and sits on the stool, putting his arm around my waist giving me a hug, "To show you I'm sorry for dumping you, I'm gonna give you a kiss to make up to you. A kiss for old times sake, how about it?" His scent is getting to me, and so is his arrogant confident manner, so I put my hand on his chest hairs, rubbing my fingers in them, and lean in for a quick peck on his lips for old time sake. He puts his hand behind my head, mumbling, "Get your cute face over here and give your man a kiss. You know you want to, baby." He holds my head between both his hands as he gives me a wet kiss on the lips, then sticks his tongue in my mouth. He's a strong kid holding me in place even though he's sitting. His whiskers rub my face as his scent fills my head and my cock firms up. Ray's hot kiss is sexy. Ironically, it was actually me who talked him into kissing in the first place. He's really good at it too. I've always appreciated the way he uses his tongue. When we first started going out he didn't kiss guys, but I changed his mind about that. I now find myself chest to chest with him as he roughly moves me in between his legs and presses his crotch against mine. Still holding my head, he breaks the kiss and rubs his nose against mine, muttering, "You're getting all hot and bothered, ain't ya?" I struggle a little, but his lips go back on mine as he gets his knees behind my legs holding me against him. I feel his mushroom headed cock, hard and long against my groin. One of his hands goes between my legs to grip my boner, as he mutter, "I see you got a boner from me kissing you so there's no sense pretending I don't turn you on. By the way, you gave your cock and balls to me, do you remember doing that?" then, holding onto my boner he takes his other arm and puts it around the back of my neck and kisses me, again sliding his tongue into my mouth and I realize I'm kissing him back. He moves his head back a little and licks up my chin and across my lips, then up the front of my nose. I moan, "Mmmmm, oooh." His mouth closes on mine again as our faces move against one another, his scent and his whiskers have me forgetting where I am. Ray finally breaks the kiss, and with his forehead against mine, he says, "Remember me now?" I gulp, "No Ray, who are you? I mean of course I remember you, but..." and I push him away. "You got your kiss for old time sake, now what kind of haircut do you want?" He says, "When did you get so bitchy, Dylan? One of your best features is you've always been such a nice guy. What's up with this personality change?" I'm mostly pissed at myself for getting aroused by Ray, so I say, "Sorry, I don't know, I guess I didn't expect you'd come on to me like that." He asks, "Like what? You're the one who got me into making out with guys. Remember?" I nod my head, "Yeah, okay. How about the haircut?" He says, "I already told ya. Like the other kid's, what's his name, Steve." I go, "It's Seth, yeah, okay, I'll do my best, but it's very short on the sides, ya know?" He says, "I saw the kid's haircut, just do what I told you. Don't you remember anything I taught you?" Taking a deep breath, I let that slide because I don't need a discussion or lecture from him. After buzzing hairs on the sides and back of his head to a half inch, I then use the eighth inch guide up the sides about half way. Right away I see Ray's hair, when this wicked short, doesn't look as good as Seth's. Different hair texture and when Ray's hair is this short, really close to his scalp, too much scalp shows. It's too late to do anything about it now, but he's gonna be pissed. He sneezes again and asks for some Kleenex. As I go over to grab a box off the coffee table in front of the chaise lounge, he says, "And put that fucking plant in the garage!" What an asshole! I drag the plant through the door leading to the garage and then wait for him to finish blowing his nose. Delightful! Looking at the almost bare scalp on the side of his head, I've got no choice but to continue what I've already started. I go ahead and do everything the same way I cut Seth's hair, including cutting the top hairs to burr length on the top and back part of his head. It's weird but I don't get the sexy sensations cutting Ray's hair that I got cutting Seth's. Who can figure out fetishes? Using the bare clippers on the sideburns and above the ears a little, plus an inch up from the hairline at the back of his neck leaves it looking like what's known as whitewall sides. It reminds me of hick's I've seen in history books with their hair shaved on the sides and back. It was in pictures of hillbillies during prohibition when they're making moonshine whiskey. The hairs on top of Ray's head doesn't turn out any better than the sides and back. It looks like a burr haircut with whitewall sides and one inch bangs. Even though it's all blended perfectly, dark hair like Rays looks like shit with whitewall sides. Too much of a contrast. I shrug and pass him the handheld mirror expecting he'll hate it, but he loves it. Style has never been one of Ray's strong suits. I say, "I'm glad you like it Ray," as I brush hairs off his wide muscular shoulders. He's sexy, I gotta admit that much.. Ray gets my wrist, pulling me around in front of him, saying, "You're one talented guy. Why'd I ever dump you, I wonder?" I go, "It was for the best, Ray, we grew apart." He says, "We had some damn hot sex along the way though," and both his hands go behind my neck pulling my face down to his like he did earlier. I don't put up much of a struggle because I'm horny as hell and not just from that half ass fuck Seth laid on me, it's also Ray's scent and sexy body that's arousing me too. We kiss again with Ray really getting into it and I guess I am too. My arms are around his neck and I'm leaning into him with my cock getting really hard. Ray's hands squeeze my butt cheeks, then he presses a finger at my anus. Just that much pressure make me squirm against him and moan, "Mmmm, ooh." He licks my face again, then pushes me back a step as he gets off the stool grabbing a fistful of my hard cock and balls, and with his face against mine, he says, "Lets stop fucking around here and go into that little bathroom of yours so I can give you the hard fucking you so desperately want." I'm feeling a trance coming on because Ray's got a certain something about him that gets me pretty hot the same way I'd got earlier in the summer. He's without a clue of course, but in my aroused horny state he's hard to turn down. I manage to shake my head 'no' at the last second. Not unexpectedly, he changes his tone of voice to more of a conciliatory one, saying, "Please, Dylan, we had some hot times, didn't we? I've been thinking about you and I realize it's you that I needed more than you needed me. You taught me a lesson, you put me in my place, not the other way around like I fooled myself into believing. Okay, you brought me down off my high horse and I'm asking you to do me this favor. Please, I won't nag you again, I promise. Just this one last time so we can part as friends and leave the door open to do it again in the future." He doesn't realize, as usual, that he just made a convoluted contradictory statement there. He said, 'This will be the last time so we can leave the door open to do it more'... huh? He continues, "I've never had sex as hot as I had with you and I doubt you've had much hotter than mine. So, come on." I want it so badly, it's like a drug, but I don't want him to know that. I say, "Oh alright, but just one more time, and then that's it. No leaving the door open to do it again. I'm only doing it because you admitted you were wrong and you're being nice about it." He says, "Okay, baby, I understand." I say, "And don't call be baby, I'm not your baby." He nods his head letting go of my cock, and walks me with his arm around my waist to the half bath as he tells me how much he appreciates this. I'm acting like I don't really want to get fucked, rolling my eyes at him in a mocking way. Of course, I'd be much more convincing about it if my cock wasn't poking out the lap of my pants a full six inches as we walk, and I probably shouldn't be leaning against him like I'm doing. In the bathroom Ray sneezes again, then roughly pulls my shorts and underpants down over my hips without unbuttoning the shorts. He leans me against the sink, facing the mirror, "Stay there," he orders putting his forearm across my back holding me against the sink. My cock throbs as he pulls down his fly and fishes out his almost nine inch monster cock with the big swollen mushroom head. I look back at it and stifle a gasp. How'd I forget how big that thing was. It's engorged with seminal fluid almost to a grotesque degree. Without any extra foreplay Ray slaps the back of my head, then pushes my head roughly as he lines up the fat mushroom head to my asshole. That fat head feels really hard when he leans against me and the lips of my anus begin spreading, spreading, spreading, with me groaning now, "Oooh, ooh, ooh," and then, "Ow, oh, ow, Ray, fuck!" He smacks the side of my right butt cheek, "SLAP!' as my asshole keeps spreading, spreading and then the head's past my sphincter muscle with me in pain bending over the sink. Ray gets his arms around my waist and lean his head next to mine, "I got you now, don't I, ya smart ass?" and in an exaggerated way he adds, "Baby?" All I can do is groan at the pain in my stretched anus. His hard cock, incredibly starts moving into my tight rectum with me struggling and groaning. Ray's got a tight hold on me, and he's stronger than me so I'm basically powerless. With his lips at my ear again, he says, "I had you nice and stretched out this summer and now your pussy's shrunk again, but I'll take care of that for you, baby. You agreed to this fuck and you're gonna get it too." He's sure changed his tune from a minute ago, taunting me now by calling me 'baby' when I just told him not to. He's still pushing that huge cock up my ass, pressing me against the sink squashing my nuts. My cock's lost it's hardness and it's now hanging down resting on the porcelain rim of the sink. Ray asks, "How's it feel being fucked by a man? Huh? Now you're remembering what it's like, ain't ya?" He cups under my chin pulling my head roughly back and holding the back of my head to his shoulder with his whiskery chin against my cheek. His BO scent is all I smell as my rectum goes into overdrive trying to accommodate his large boner and that freakishly hard mushroom head. His pubic hairs are tickling my butt cheeks and then one last push and they're tight against me with the head of his cock feeling like it's near my throat. Ray's hairy chest is plastered to my back as he's stretching my neck with my head pulled back. In the middle of my other discomforts of squashed balls and stretched neck, my rectum has settled down and feels marvelously filled-up by Ray's large boner. It's like no other cock I've known can fill my ass this way. He turns his head toward my face, saying, "Turn your head," and I mutter, "No, just fuck me." He smacks the side of my thigh, "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" and says, "Turn you head so we can kiss, come on! You're enjoying this so cut the bull shit, lets make it as hot as we can." He's pulling my chin towards him, so I turn my head and he stretches his neck so his lips can reach mine. His tongue goes in my mouth as my ass begins sending out pleasurable sensations, pulsating sexual pleasure, and I find myself kissing back while moaning in my throat. My cock firms up again as Ray's tongue gets me moaning more, "Mmmm, oooh," and then without knowing I was going to do it I relax against Ray and moan out his name, "Mmmm, Ray, oooh, yeaaah." He sucks on my tongue for a few seconds then pulls his lips off mine, his saliva sliding down my chin. "Feeling good now, Dylan, isn't it? Call out my name again," as he presses his crotch tightly against my ass and then moves his hips, and my back arches as I moan, "Aaaah, ooh, Ray, ooh, ooh." He does a little chuckle, then says, "That's all I wanted to do. First put you in your place and then make you feel good giving you a good fucking, a fuck like I'll bet you haven't had since the last time I fucked you. Miss this, didn't ya?" He begins withdrawing his boner and I shudder, moaning, "Aaaaah, oooh, it feels good.... oooh, yeaaah." he kisses then licks the back of my neck with his tongue doing fast licks like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk, then he drives his cock back up my ass... it feels like it's a foot long. I give up all pretenses that this doesn't feel fabulous as I squirm against Ray's body and rub my cheek against the whiskers on his chin, my arms reaching back to feel his taut buttocks wishing he had his pants down so I could feel the hairs on his ass. I'm moaning freely and constantly now, my cock as hard as Ray's. The sexual pleasure overwhelms my senses and makes me stupidly hump my ass back at Ray's thrusting, moaning his name like he told me to do, "Mmmm, ooh Ray, mmmm, aah aah, aah." To his credit he's not gloating as much now, he's won this time so he murmurs niceties, like, "If feels just as good for me, Dylan, your ass is a magic carpet ride. You smell good too, just like I remember." Then a big sneeze followed by another one. He wipes his nose on the shoulder of my t-shirt, then says, "I'm gonna do you good, but if you want more you gotta get back to being my boyfriend again. You know you want to." I resist answering him because I'm afraid I'd agree with him. He says, "I want you to lean over the sink now so I can really fuck you, fuck you hard the way you like it. Do what I said." His earlier dominance has won me over, I mutter, "Okay, Ray, like this?" as I lean over pulling my ass up a little more. He smacks my ass, "SLAP!" muttering, "Stay like that and let your man give you a good fucking." Then it's the familiar, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sound of Ray fucking me a new asshole. Constant moans of pleasure with my shoulders shuddering, my toes curling and pins and needles spiking all over me. It's like my skin is moving. My cock is pointing up as far and as hard as it can get. Ray reaches over and uses his hand pressing hard at the back of my head getting my forehead against the back rim of the sink, "Keep your fucking head down. I like this submissive position I've got you in. You now know damn well where you and I stand, don'cha?" And, more fucking with the "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds echoing off the tile walls along with Ray's grunts as he drives his cock hard up my ass moving my body with each thrust so the top of my head hits the tile wall behind the sink each time. He's let up a little of the pressure of pushing me against the sink so at least my balls aren't getting crushed now. They're heavy and bloated with cum ready to explode creating a universe full of sexual pleasure like a supernova. Ray presses the back of my head down again, bending it down until my face is near the bottom of the basin. He says, "Stay in the submissive position I want you in. This will be the way I will fuck you when I take you back. I was too fucking lenient with you last time." I'm doubled over the sink with Ray's trusting his long fat cock up my ass harder and faster with each delicious hump. The lips of my anus, stretched to the max, sizzle with pleasure bordering on pain and it's an awesome ride. I don't even know what he's babbling about. He's always talked to much during sex and I don't even listen anymore. It's been more then five steady minutes of hearing the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds along with Ray's grunts and my moans of sexual pleasure and I'm in sexual ecstasy, then Ray grunts, "I'm gonna cum," as he yanks me upright with his hand under my chin. My head goes back hard against his shoulder again as he drives his cock up my ass fast, "SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP," and my orgasm has reached the tipping point. I let out a squeal that Ray cuts off with his hand over my mouth as my cock pumps a long stream of cum up in a arch that comes down on the mirror and drools down to the sink. A big load of cum followed by three strings of spunk that shoot out quickly. I'm shaking like a leaf from extreme sensations seemingly all over my body. Ray grunts, pushes me against the sink again and lays on me without much pressure and humps against my buttocks with his hips, but without moving his cock. His head goes back as he moans, flooding my inside with his creamy semen. It feels like he's coating my tonsils with cum his cock is so long. He rubs his face back and forth at the back of my head making strangling moaning sounds as he comes down off the high of climax, a high that is about the highest high you can experience. It's a fast moving high and while intense it's fleeting and in less then a minute were both calming down. Ray straightens up, helping me do the same. He kisses the side of my face from behind, asking, "I hope I wasn't too rough with you, just trying to do it the way you like it. Was I dominant enough for you?" I'm weak and only nod my head at him. He asks, "Friends again, Dylan? I hope I didn't let you down, hope I was able to give you a good fucking, which is all I wanted to do. Make you feel good." He slides his cock back and forth in my sloppy opened-up ass a few times making my shoulders shudder again. It feels fantastic I gotta admit that to myself, but not necessarily admit it to Ray. After a half dozen trips up my loose, cum-filled rectum, Ray pulls his long organ out of my ass leaving it gaping open back there. I feel cool air going up my ass and after Ray's hot cock it feels like a winter's breeze by comparison. Ray gives my ass a parting, "SLAP!" that rings in my ears and stings. I want to be royally pissed off at him, but that was a spectacular fuck. He gets a hand on each of my solders and turns me around to give me a hug, repeating his question, "Friends again, Dylan?" I shrug, muttering, "We were never enemies, Ray. If you're asking did I enjoy the sex, the answer's yes and no. You know how to fuck, there's no question about that, but you can still act like an asshole, calling me 'baby' sarcastically and acting like a bully, plus all that other shit you were saying, most of which I didn't hear." He makes a face, then says, "Okay, you're right. I was gloating there a little bit for a second, but mostly I was being dominant the way you like it. Dominant and rough. That's why I was giving you all the tough talk. I got you all hot and bothered, you gotta admit that," and he shrugs, "You're a very sexual guy and you couldn't keep yourself from loving that fuck. I apologize if I acted like an asshole. It's not how I want to act, but sometimes I do, I know. You're right." He turns me around again so I'm facing the sink, and he tells me, "Lean against the sink again like I showed ya," pushing the back of my head. " Get your head down submissively like I told you a few minutes ago, and I'll clean you up some." I'm like limp, so I do what I'm told and he gets toilet paper and cleans drooling cum off my ass. Then he wets a washcloth right next to my face, as he mutters, "Just stay down like that until I'm through," and he wipes my ass down, saying, "You need someone like me to satisfy your submissiveness, Dylan. Who better than me, ya know? Don't let pride deprive you of what you deeply desire. I'm your man and you know it." Drying my ass, he adds, "You've still got the best ass I've ever seen on a guy or girl, and I'm not inferring you're at all like a girl." Pulling up my shorts, he pats my back, "All cleaned up back there, Dylan. I don't suppose you'd agree to sucking my cock clean." I say, "You're correct, I won't agree to do that," and I walk out of the half bath as Ray mutters, "Two dates with you and you'd be sucking my sloppy cock and licking my asshole again. That's all it would take me, two dates." He pulls some toilet paper from the roll and begins cleaning his sloppy cock of cum and random ass matter, still muttering, but I can't hear him. I'm in the basement groping myself and thinking about the fuck Ray laid on me. God that was hot!. As I'm sweeping up Ray's and Seth's hair from the floor, Ray comes out and kneels down to hold the dustpan for me to sweep the mixture of dark brown and light blond cut hairs into it. He walks over and dumps the hair in the trash. My ass isn't sore, but it would be if Ray fucked me again in an hour or two, which ain't going to happen. I tell him, "I've got to help Seth with something, Ray, so I'll need to say goodnight to you. I'm glad you like your haircut." He smiles, "Sure, Dylan, um, can I come to you for my next haircut, or are you still pissed at me?" I say, "Haircut, yes... sex, no. We got a deal?" He says, "We'll see about the sex part. You call the shots if you'd like to, but you did agree to have sex with me this time before we did it tonight, right?" I shrug, "Sort of. Yeah, I did. You fuck good." He says, "All you need to do is snap your fingers and I'm there for you. Why don't you give me a call. We really need to get back together. Think back over the summer and remember how you had the hot's for me and remember how submissive I got you to be tonight, you'll crave it again. It'll be that way again, give be a call," and he pats my cheek, nodding his head like it's settled. This is a far cry from dumping me. I mumble, "Fine, see ya, Ray." He starts up the steps, then says, "Oh yeah, Bean asked me to tell you he'll be over for his haircut tomorrow about five, okay?" I mumble, "I'll text him," and Ray sneezes, curses and waves at me, then disappears up the steps. I hear the front door close, without banging it shut, and that's that. I hope he doesn't hold his breath waiting for my call. Looking around, thinking I've forgotten something, then I remember the mirror in the bathroom and go in to clean my cum off it, then sigh. I'm pissed at myself for giving in to Ray, but at the same time I feel really good. That was a hot sexual experience, one of the hottest with him. My cum poured out of my cock, Jesus! Ray's finally picked up on the sub/dom thing and he does it great too. Damn. Then Seth comes down the steps, telling me, "I came close to asking a guy out on a date. It was online just a few minutes ago." I say, "Good progress, Seth." I wash my face and hands calming down after that hot sex. It really hit the spot, but I missed a chance to turn him down. The hell with that for now, we're gonna see who's at the mall. Seth drives us there in his junker of a car telling me about this guy he almost made a date with. "He's no where near as good looking as you, Dylan, but then who is? His name is Prince and he has long hair, but it's neat and he's nice looking, just not real cute. Oh, and he has kind of a big nose, but not a real big. He was home schooled almost like me except his mother home schooled him." I ask, "What's his first name?" Seth says, "I guess it's Prince, unless that's a nickname. He's twenty years old and about my size and he likes sports and dancing. I can't dance, but I like sports. He works at construction." He tells me more, but I'm thinking how disappointed Robby would be in me if he saw me calling out Ray's name when Ray was fucking me. Man, that was a good fuck though. You get a whole different sensation from large cocks. Ray's right of course, I liked his dominant manner. Not that I'd admit that to him. Maybe after his next haircut I'll relent, but that depends on how much progress I've made toward turning down other side sex. If I'm not going to turn down his I need to decide on someone else to turn down. Man, I still can't get over that BO scent of Ray's, it's the most uniquely sexy scent ever. Tonight it bordered on real BO though so it wasn't as sexy as it can be at times when it's not real ripe. Still, I have no interest in getting back together with Ray, big cock or not. He's like a chameleon in that he can switch his manner from 'asshole' to 'nice' instantly. He's kind of a con artist I guess, now that I think about it. Jesus, Robby is so much hotter and nicer than Ray it's pathetic. Maybe I should feel sorry for Ray, but I don't. "Do you think I should overlook that about Prince?" Seth asks me as he pulls into the mall parking lot. I have no idea what he'd been saying, so I mutter, "Um, what do you mean exactly?" He goes, "The part about him getting arrested last year." Shit, I didn't hear him tell me about that, but I go, "No, I wouldn't overlook that, Seth." He parks, saying, "He's a church going kid and he said that was the only time he's ever gotten in trouble with the police." I go, "You'll know what to do better than me, Seth. You've been talking to him directly." We get out and see a guy I went to high school with. He yells over, "Yo, Newman." He's with a girl. I wave, "Sup, dude?" He comes over and, without introducing his girlfriend, he says, "The rumor is that you and Dickers are boyfriends. Is that true?" I say, "Yeah, we're gay, why?" He shrugs, "Jeez, you're pretty caviler about it." I say, "Why wouldn't I be, Tanner?" He goes, "Hell, heh heh, I don't know. Say hi to your boyfriend for me." I mutter, "Probably not." Seth chuckles. "That was rude of him," and I go, "Did you see the bow-wow he's hooked up with?" Seth says, "I was looking at him, he's kinda cute." I'm like, "Yeah, he is. All the cute guys aren't on our team unfortunately." Inside we stroll around checking out the guys and commenting on their sexiness or lack there of, which is more the case usually. At the food court we run into Bean and brainiac, Manny. Manny's the pretty Hispanic kid with brilliantly white teeth, smooth tan skin, big black eyes, and a really cute smile. Bean jumps up to do the posse greeting with me, as I'm muttering, "Oh, we're still doing this, huh?" Then Manny gives me a nice hug, saying, "Dylan, I've missed ya, bro. Where ya been hiding?" I squeeze the back of his neck, mumbling, "Hi, Manny I've been around." Then I introduce Seth and we sit down. Bean tells Seth, "At this table, Seth, I got my two homeboys, one's the best looking guy in Framingham, and that would be Dylan of course, and the other's the smartest boy in Framingham, Manny Ruez." Seth smiles, "Gee, that's cool. Is Bean your last name?" Bean goes, "It's short for string-bean, that's what the guys nicknamed me when I was a skinny kid, tall and skinny." Manny says, "You're still tall and skinny." Bean frowns, "I am not, what the fuck ya talking about. I've grown up?" Seth says, "We never actually grow up so much as we just learn how to act in public." Manny says, "That's a paraprosdokian." We all look at him. Bean asks, "Did you just make that up?" Manny says, "No, another example is, 'I used to be indecisive, but now I'm not so sure about that'. They're called paraprosdokians." Bean says, "What are called para-whatever you said?" Manny looks at the three of us apparently surprised no one can back him up on this. He says, "It's a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is unexpected or surprising." We look baffled, so he says, as if this will clear it up, "The words create a form of syllepsis. You know, it can be used for humorous or dramatic effect." I go, "Oh, yeah," and Bean says, "Now I get it." Manny waves his hand at us. Bean asks, "Why do you clutter your mine with useless information like that?" Manny says, "I don't even know how I know that, now that you mention it. I must have read it someplace." We get drinks and then rehash our success at winning softball games this summer. My throat tickles and I wonder again if Ray had a cold or if it was allergies, like he said. Bean asks, "Can I get a haircut tomorrow, Dylan?" and Manny says, "Me too." I go, "Yeah, but come over at five because I have something to do after dinner. We get up to walk around the mall with Seth asking Manny about that fucked up word he used earlier. Bean whispers to me, "I'm going to let you blow me again, so do Manny's haircut first and when he leaves you can suck my cock, okay?" I say, "No, that's okay, Bean. You don't need to do that, I'm good." He says, "No really, it's alright, I don't mind and I feel I owe ya for the free haircut. I'll tell you what I'll do. You can blow me, you blow me better than my girlfriend, I'll tell ya that much, and I'll even stick my long hard cock up your ass too. With a condom of course, I don't want any shit on my dick." I say, "Oh, does Tina blow you?" He says, "That's rude, asking a personal question like that. I'm surprised at you, Dylan." I say, "My bad, Bean," and can't help but laugh. Then I mutter, "We'll see tomorrow night, Bean. If you're still willing to let me blow you, we'll see, okay?" He says, "Sure, I like you, I won't let you down by changing my mind. I'll bring the condom so don't worry about it." I laugh again as Bean frowns, probably wondering what's funny. The posse boys run into other kids they know so Seth and I say goodbye and keep on walking. I say, "I just got an ideas, Seth. How about spending the night with me?" He says, "Really, sleep with you?" I say, "Yeah, it'll be cool. I won't see you a whole lot during the college months so we'll have a nice long date tonight." He goes, "I'd love to, Dylan, thanks," and he pats my back, saying, "You're the best." I tell him, "I need to do Chubby's and my lunch for work tomorrow so how about us stopping at a sub shop and we'll get Italian subs for tomorrow's lunch?" He says, "They'll be all soggy by the time we eat them, from the oil." I go, "No they won't. I'll order the subs without oil and bring a small bottle of olive oil with me and we'll put it on the subs before we eat them." he goes, "Manny's not the only brainiac in Framingham." I go, "He is as far as I know." Seth drives us to an Italian sub shop downtown, one I've never been in. We get out and Seth says, "I live around the corner from here." It's a tough looking neighborhood with kids wearing wife beater undershirts and low hanging baggy shorts looking like bad asses hanging out on the sidewalk in groups smoking. Seth doesn't pay any attention to them, but I glance at this one tough-looking cute kid who steps towards me, asking, "What the fuck are you looking at, Mary Jane?" Seth takes hold of my bicep pulling me along, quietly saying, "Don't disturb the dogs, they bite." We go inside the shop where there's a man and a woman behind the counter, both giving us suspicious looks. The man says, "No loitering over sodas, and no smoking in here." Seth sounds like a different person when he snaps back at the man, "Jesus, Albert, how long ago was it you dropped out of charm school? We want some subs to go and we don't need any of your shit." The woman walks down to the other end of the counter. She looks like she's in her seventies with white puffy grandmother hair and a round, leathery face lined by age and the sun. She's overweight with sagging skin hanging off both upper arms and she's wearing a dress with small flowers on it like a little girl might wear. The man might have been her son, about forty-five, a large man, more fat than muscle, with a football shaped head, sloping shoulders and he's short to go with being stocky. He's mostly bald, but his ears are hairy. He has a diminutive chin, tiny lips, and deep-set, dime-size eyes that glistened with fluid. He looks like a maniac actually, or a mass murderer. He asks, "What kinda sub's you want?" Seth says, "Three Italian and hold the oil, but the works otherwise." The man pulls on latex gloves and starts slicing some nice looking Italian sub rolls, asking, "Hot cherry peppers?" Seth goes, "Yeah, the works, but no oil." Thank God the guy put gloves on, everything behind the counter looks clean and fresh except him and his mother. The meats are refrigerated and the lettuce and onion looks crisp. The tomato is ripe and he slices the salami and some other Italian cold cuts, and provolone cheese to order. Looks like a delicious sub about ten inches long and really stuffed with all the fixings. The man rolls the individual subs in butcher paper and puts them in a bag. "What else?" he asks, "That's it for now," Seth mutters. Albert says, "Give me twenty-two forty and we'll call it even." I flip a twenty on the counter and Seth puts a five next to the twenty and then waits for change. On the way out he gives me the change saying, "I owe you another five bucks," and passes it to me. I take it so I don't insult him, but I'd just as soon treat him to the sub. We walk by the tough guys, all about sixteen years old, but I don't glance at them this time and they pay us no mind. In the car, I ask, "How can you deal with life on these streets?" He says, "You need to be as big a prick as the next guy or they'll eat you for lunch." I'd have an ulcer dealing with this macho shit every day. On the way to my place Seth tells me he eats in that sub shop often, but the guy, Albert, was focused on me because I was new to the neighborhood. I ask about the old lady and he tells me she works the register when it gets busy around lunch and dinner time. The place has a big pizza business too. He says, "Good pizzas too and the place is clean even if Albert and his mother aren't." I mutter, "I was relieved when he put on the gloves." By the time we get back to the condo there's no doubt about it, I've got the beginnings of a sore throat. That damn Ray has a cold or some kind of flu, not allergies. I take some Tylenol and test my sore throat theory by smoking a cigarette on the balcony drinking Cokes with Seth. He's all excited about the sleep over, "This is the first one in my life, if you can believe that." I tell him I'm coming down with something and I hope I haven't giving it to him. He blows smoke out, and says, "You won't, I had a flu shot. They were giving them at the free clinic so I got one." I'm feeling better by the time we're getting ready for bed. In the bathroom Seth asks, "Is it appropriate behavior for the guest at a sleep over to have sex with the host?" I say, "It's common courtesy to boff the host at a successful sleep over, yeah." to be continued... Donny Mumford _thinat20@yahoo.com_ (mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com) Just a little heads up. I have two books published that are available on Amazon that perhaps you would like to order and read.(Actually one book and one short story. Read the short story first). There about 'Oliver' whom you are probably aware of from Nifty. You can easily find them by searching for 'Donny Mumford' at the Amazon web site. 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