DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 28
by Donny Mumford
It's cozy in Robby's pickup as he drives us home for the weekend. Warm and cozy inside while outside it's getting cold. I'd guess it's around fifty degrees and there's a misty rain falling. Just enough rain to require windshield wipers, but not enough to prevent them from stuttering across the glass. Robby keeps turning them off and then back on again when it gets difficult to see. "Fuck! Guess I need new wipers," Robby grumbles. Neither of us is talkative, mostly we're listening to the, 'One Direction's CD; the one with their hit, 'Story Of My Life' on it. After listening for a while, I go, "These guys don't get enough credit. They've got really good singing voices." Robby nods his head but doesn't say anything. When we're finally approaching my condo, he mumbles, "Sorry for being so boringly quiet, Dylan, but I've been thinking about tomorrow's meeting and I don't know what I'm suppose to do or say, if anything. I hate going into something unprepared, but ya know, I'm clueless here." Well, I don't know either, but for something to say, I go, "Um, you're just suppose to observe, aren't you? Isn't that what you told me?" He parks the pickup at the curb below my condo, "Yeah, I guess, Dylan, but I'd like to contribute something, a suggestion, or anything really. I hate being a bump on a log. You know, I'll bet all the managers see me as this spoiled son of the owner. It's awkward, but I don't want to ask dad what to do because I don't want to look stupid." I shrug, "That's stupid right there, Rob, no offense. I mean, why not casually ask what he wants from you. How the fuck else could you be expected to know?" He makes a face, shrugging, then leans over with a forced grin and gives me a kiss 'goodbye', then mumbles "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'll ask if he wants me to open my trap or just listen. Oh, and I'll text you about tonight after I see what Dodger's got planned. I'm hoping to spend time with him before he goes back. He's leaving Sunday." Nodding my head, I get out of the truck, saying, "Yeah, text me. See ya, Rob. Oh, and say 'hi' to Dodger for me, and if you see him, Connor too." He nods his head, "Sure, babe," and he pulls away from the curb.
As I watch him drive away I'm thinking how that's so typical of Robby, worrying that he's not prepared. Up the steps I go, carrying my satchel, happy to be home for the weekend. I won't see mom until tomorrow morning and then it'll be a surprise for her because I didn't tell her I was coming home. Inside the quiet, neat condo, everything in it's place as I look around grinning. How many years have we lived here? Hmmm, twelve I think. Then I picture the apartment we shared with Tris and Chubby while the moms were saving their tips to buy these condos. It took them like seven or eight years of skimping and depriving themselves of just about everything to accumulate enough for down payments on these two condos, and the condos were bargain priced back then too. They're worth more than double now. Of course the moms will be paying the mortgage for many years before they own them. Our condo is directly below theirs. As I recall, there were no available side by side condos left or they would have taken those.
Walking around slowly I'm looking at the pictures my mom had framed and now displays them all over the place. Mostly they're pictures of me. Ahhh, my preschool graduation picture with Chubby and me goofing around mugging for the camera, and next to that one is my kindergarten graduation picture with me frowning, although I can't remember why. Odd they had graduation from preschool and kindergarten. And here's my middle school graduation picture with me trying to look cool, and lastly my high school graduation picture with me in a cap and gown. There's other pictures of me doing different stuff and lots of pictures of Chubby and me together, and some with all four of us at Disney World that one year when the moms asked strangers to take a picture of our family using Tris' camera. Most of the pictures though are ones showing us on vacation in Wildwood, mostly on the beach. Damn, I can't believe I was ever as young as I was in some of these pictures. In a few years there's gonna be a college graduation picture to add to all the rest, and then one of Robby and me getting married. Maybe someone will take that picture while we're standing in front of a judge with Dodger and Chubby as best men. That'll be a cool picture, but jeez, I can already sense how awkward the wedding pictures might be to pose for. We need to do the wedding extremely low key! I gotta mention that to Robby. Anyway, by then mom will have a synopsis of my whole life in pictures. Jesus! Huh, I should have done something to get an award so I could be standing in one of the pictures holding a trophy. If I had it to do all over again I wonder what I'd do differently?
Oh well, it's five-thirty already which means it's time to take a shower. Although I have no idea what I'll be doing tonight, whatever it is it'll be done better if I feel clean and refreshed. Taking a long time in the shower I listen to the entire 'One Republic' CD; the one with 'Counting Stars' on it. Then, in my bedroom while getting dressed I switch to a CD by Eminem. It's his 'Monster Smash' CD. Eminem, the so-called king of hip hop is good to listen to for a change, but not too often. Don't know who gave him the title of king of pop, so maybe he gave it to himself. The CD's still blasting away as I'm standing in the living room, dressed and ready for just about anything. Then I figure something's missing. Yeah, I need a Friday night beer or two. I go out the front door and skip up the steps to Chubby's and Tris' condo. Letting myself in using the spare key in the mailbox, I 'borrow' two beers from their refrigerator. After leaving my IOU note, I carry the beers down to my place. The rain has stopped, but it's still cold. Pulling on a hoodie sweatshirt over my long sleeved tee-shirt, I go out to the balcony for a smoke. First I need to wipe off a wet chair, then I sit on it with my feet up on the chaise lounge looking out at the parking lot I think about the time at the Merrimack apartment I stumbled through the woods high on various drugs that time. Happily I'm done with that shit though and I mean for ever. Listening to the music, drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette, I grin thinking... that's right, I'm cool... ha ha. I'm also thinking that the first two weeks of our sophomore year were pretty good ones everything considered. We've gotten off to a damn good start. Yeah, except I miss having Connor with us at college this year. I wonder how my boy Connor's doing? I send him a text, 'How's it going, Connor? Having fun on leave?' Nothing back from him so maybe he and Sean are bonding, or something more intimate. What a great kid, both of them actually. Connor and Sean make a cute couple and it'd be great if it works out for them.
Then, after spending some time analyzing my success at reducing side-sex to the barest of minimums, I remember thinking earlier that I've been overdoing that particular endeavor. Yeah definitely, but what should I do about that? Hmmm, without thinking too much about it I text Sonny and ask him if he's coming for a haircut tomorrow. That's a start because with Sonny you never know what to expect, but it's a pretty good bet it'll end up with somebody getting fucked... ha ha, and I'm pretty sure I know who that somebody will be. Amazingly Sonny texts right back, which surprises the shit out of me because he's not usually a quick replier and sometimes he ignores texts altogether. We all do that from time to time when we're not in the mood to respond to something. Ya know, we explain later, 'Oh, dude, my cellphone was off'. To my question if he's coming here Saturday, Sonny says in his text, 'NO, I'm not! You're coming over here tonight, Dylan. Bring your barber stuff and be here at eight. That's when everyone will have left the house and we'll have the place to ourselves.' The fuckin' nerve of that cute little hot shit! I don't reply to that and instead consider texting Willie. It should be safe to do that since he probably isn't home from Cornell this weekend. He told me he doesn't get home from college as often as he'd like. Yeah, but what if he is home? He'd come right over to pick me up and start taking charge immediately. 'Taking charge', yeah that's Willie unless he's fucked-up again being some dominant asshole's lap dog, the poor confused bastard. Nah, he's over that. He'd be his usual bossy, take-charge self if I call him. Huh, maybe that's why the first two dudes I thought of were Sonny and Willie. They're confident take-charge guys. But no, I thought of Connor too and he doesn't take charge of anything. Plus, I don't know yet what Robby's doing tonight. Hee hee, it's tempting to text Willie though, but I won't. At least not until I find out what Robby's plans are.
While I'm contemplating that, Robby calls me on his cellphone, "Hi, Dylan, What'cha' doing?" I tell him, "I was just thinking about you. Mental telepathy, huh?" Robby goes, "I'm always thinking about you." I'm like, "That's cool. To be specific, in addition to thinking about you I'm smoking and drinking on the balcony waiting for your call." He hesitates a second, "Um, oh yeah, about tonight. Um, but here's the thing: this is the last chance I get to spend time with Dodger before he goes back to the fucking Army. He'll be going to Fort Sam Houston, Texas where he starts his medic training, whatever that entails. Anyway, Dodger and I haven't been alone together even once during the two weeks he's been on leave." I say, "No problem, Rob, you guys hang out together tonight! I totally understand." He goes, "Thanks, um, but Dodger asked for you to hang-out with us, and..." I jump right in, "Sure! I'd love to!" He goes, "Oh, ah, well I lied and told him you were busy tonight. You know, because I wanted it to be just him and me. I'm worried something's come between us. Maybe it's just the Army, and I hope that's all it is." I do a beer burp, then go, "Sure, Rob, like I said, no problem. You and Dodger need a night together. I'll see you tomorrow night." Robby mumbles, "Yeah, thanks." A little silence and I'm about to say something when Robby adds, "Ya know, when I lied and told Dodger you were busy tonight he acted like he was backing out on me. He mumbled something about, 'Oh shit, I almost forgot I'm suppose to help Vinnie with something,' or some bullshit like that. It made me feel really bad that he didn't want to hang out with just me." Oh fuck, that sucks! I hesitate a second, then mumble, "Oh, Robby, maybe..." and Robby cuts me off, "No, we're still going to dinner together. I guess he noticed my feelings were hurt so he said he'd help Vinnie tomorrow, but I still have the distinct impression he's not real thrilled it'll be just him and me." That's wicked sad because those two were so close for so long. To say something, I ask, "Um, where ya going to dinner?" I can almost see Robby shrugging as he mumbles, "I don't know, maybe Ken's Steak House." I try sounding enthusiastic, "Perfect spot, Rob! That's where Chubby and me have our brothers-only dinners together too." Nothing from him, so I add, "Robby, don't read too much into Dodger's body language. He wants to go out with you, I'm sure of it." He's like, "Thanks, baby, I hope you're right. I'll tell you about it tomorrow night, okay?" We say 'goodbye' and now I'm feeling really bad for both Dodger and Robby. Things change, people change, and the result can be hurtful sometimes. Dodger's this wild-child free spirit and Robby isn't, and he never has been. That wasn't a problem when Dodger was younger and idolized his big brother, but now that Dodger's bigger than his big brother he's developed his own ideas about things and that's put their relationship in uncharted territory. God, I feel sorry for both of them, especially Robby. Damn, I hate seeing him hurt. I'm not blaming Dodger though 'cause he's got his own life to live, and he's also struggling with being a closeted gay teenager. The worst part is Dodger feels he can never come 'out' because his parents couldn't handle both brothers being gay. It's just so fucking sad.
Chugging beer I try getting my mind off that. Then try applying the big brother dilemma to Chubby and me, but there's never been a big brother thing with us. Well, except Chubby joking around that I'm the big brother because I'm two days older. We were like twins rather than big-brother/little-brother, and closer than twins in many ways. As a matter of fact I wish Chubby had come home with me this weekend. Taking a deep breath, I step on my cigarette butt and carry my beer can inside to look at the pictures of me and Chubby again. Jeez, there's my favorite one on the bookshelf. We're around nine years old standing together on Wildwood's beach. We're both wearing Speedo bathing suits with our bare, skinny arms over each other's shoulders, the side of our heads together, and smiling like crazy. Fuck, what I'd give for those days again. Damn, my eyes tear-up so I wipe them with the heel of my hand. Damn! Oh well, so much for a trip down memory lane. I shake my head to clear my mind, then wonder what there is in the house for dinner? Probably slim pickings, and wait a minute, I don't have wheels! I'm stranded here. Looking in the refrigerator for two seconds is all it takes to know it's a lost cause dinner-wise. Mom doesn't cook and there's nothing in the refrigerator but some fruit, orange juice, and light cream for her coffee. Huh, there's also half a breakfast Danish roll on the counter. Yummie! That's quite a dinner. Well, I could text Willie and if he's home we'd probably have a gourmet dinner at his mansion tonight, cooked by their chef. The problem with that is Willie would insist I spend the night with him. That'd be alright except the posse boys expect haircuts tomorrow, and it's near impossible saying 'goodbye' to Willie. He doesn't take 'no' for an answer without an energetic argument and he has more energy than just about anybody. It's not like I exactly promised the posse boys haircuts, but I think they're expecting me to come through for them. I'd like to see them too. What to do? Then my cellphone beeps and I look at it. Another text from Sonny. 'Dude, you ignored my last text, WTF is up with that? And don't try pulling that 'my cellphone was off' bullshit. You coming tonight or not? Oh, and I miss you something terrible in case you care. You're not only my favorite boyfriend, you're my idol too!' That Sonny! Ha ha, I text back, 'Dude, my cell phone was off!' chuckling while I typed that, I'm barely done typing when my cellphone rings in my hand, startling me. Oh, it's Sonny. "Hi Sonny, wassup?"
Sonny says, "Why must you hurt my feelings when you know how highly I think of you. Have you forgotten us posse boys? Was it just a tease that you pretended to like us because we were basically bowing at your feet all summer?
What on earth's wrong with you anyway?" I say, "Shut the fuck up, Sonny. Can you pick me up on your motorbike so we can have dinner out some place?" Silence. I go, "Sonny? You there?" He comes back on, "Oh, what were you saying, Dylan? I took another call while you were talking. It was from, Devon. Do you remember him? He's my brother." I go, "Don't be a twat, of course I remember him." Whoa, do I ever. Hot, hot, hot Devon, and he's bisexual too. We've had a few interesting experiences back when I was a little more open about having side-sex every now and then. Sonny goes, "Twat? You called me a 'Twat'? I'm reporting you to the PC police." Heh heh, I go, "Cut the shit, Sonny! What about my offer to treat you to dinner?" He's like, "Oh, so now it's 'treating' me to dinner. That's a whole different thing. Wait a second while I check my schedule." Meaning he's got to ask his mother if it's okay.
I'm drinking my beer and shivering out here on the balcony waiting for Sonny to come back on his cellphone. Maybe sitting out here wasn't the smartest
idea I've ever had. It's a good two minutes before Sonny is back on his cellphone, asking, "Where we eating? That'll be a factor if I can make it or not. If it's McDonalds or someplace like that, I'm busy and can't make it."
Rolling my eyes, I'm like, "Okay, Sonny, you're officially a pain in the ass. Forget the whole fucking thing. If you can come over for a haircut tomorrow that's fine. If not I'll catch you some other time. I'm calling your brother and some of the other ex-posse boys now. See you around." He goes, "Wait! Um, I meant to say I'd love to have dinner with you at any fast food joint in town, Dylan. I was just kidding you there for a second. I'm actually playing with myself right now just thinking about seeing you. Did I ever mention to you that you're my idol. Devon used to be, but when I met you it was like, oh my God, you're the sexiest, coolest dude ever, so I switched idols just like that." I'm shaking my head as he continues his rant, "Going out with you means, of course, I gotta take a shower and pick out cool clothes for our date. Don't worry, I won't forget to bring some rope and you get that dildo out from wherever you hid it. The one I ordered you to buy last summer. Let's see, what else should I bring?" I'm still shaking my head, grinning, but at the same time my dick just did a pushup in my shorts. I go, "Sonny, forget the fucking rope and forget any crazy idea you have about cutting my hair too. Me and my brother are growing a ponytail and I've got a long way to go with that. Text me when you're leaving your house and I'll meet you at the curb." He says, "Stick the ponytail idea up your ass, Dylan, and just as a FYI, we both need to wear helmets on the motorbike now. I got too many fucking tickets for riding without a helmet so I've learned my lesson. I've turned over a new leaf. Safety first! Tell me, are you getting all excited about seeing me?" I mumble, "Text me when you leave your house," and end the call. I'd like to say I'm not excited about seeing him, that I'm more mature now in that regard, but it'd be a lie. Sonny's got my number and he knows how to push all the right buttons. Still, even though he knows how to push my buttons, whenever I push back at him, he's like a chameleon and he changes his tune to accommodate me, and then he, of course, presses right on with his original agenda as if nothing ever happened. Willie has always done that quite effectively too. They pretend to give in to what I want, then forge right ahead with their own plans for me. There must be a handbook on sale, 'How to sexually dominate Dylan Newman'. In all fairness I should be receiving royalties from the sale of that book.
Okay, my short range plan is to smoke a second cigarette while I finish this beer, and then go inside because it's too cold out here. Ten minutes later I'm checking myself out in the mirror that's on the wall over the sofa, running my fingers through my hair. My hair's grown back very unevenly thanks to Ryan's fucked-up barbering skills, but now at least it's like an inch and a half long. I'm not growing a ponytail obviously, and I kinda get a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach thinking about letting Ryan try cutting my hair one more time. That's a crazy idea, but a very submissive one. Robby can cut hair better than Ryan, but not a hell of a lot better, so ya know. On the other hand, Sonny's given me some of the sexiest haircuts I've ever gotten. Especially that first time when he tied me to his desk chair. Totally unexpected, but before it was over, and it went on for quite awhile, my cock almost split open from being so hard and swollen. I was affected like that a couple of times when Willie took me for haircuts too. Especially that time Willie and the barber discussed how to cut my hair with me sitting in the barber chair having absolutely no say in the matter. I'm surprised the barber didn't put me in one of those kiddie seats. It wouldn't have mattered to me because I was in one of those dreamy trances partially brought on because the barber treated me like I was six years old, while Willie gave him instructions about how short to cut my hair. It was a combination, domination performance by Willie and that old fuck of a barber. Huh, my reaction to that haircut experience might be what Dodger goes through every time he gets a haircut in the Army. I'd like to hear him tell about the GI haircuts he gets every week. He doesn't hardly ever talk about his haircut fetish though, so he probably wouldn't share his reaction to the weekly basic training haircuts either. Maybe I should get a job as a barber on some basic training facility somewhere. That'd be fun, except it'd probably get boring as hell pretty quickly from doing the same haircut time after time, day after day. Yeah, fuck that!
It's seven o'clock before Sonny texts me, 'I'm leaving now. Be at the curb with the dildo! Your admirer, Sonny.' Oh brother, what a dreamer! I'm looking in the mirror again feeling for whiskers this time, but I can't feel any. Then I figurer Sonny and me might make-out some tonight, so I'd better brush my teeth. I do that and then gargle with mouthwash. Okay, what else? Well it'll be chilly riding on the motorbike, but even so I'm not putting on a coat. I'd rather be looking cool, than feeling warm. Taking a few twenty dollar bills from my money stash in a shoebox hidden in my closet, not hidden from mom but from possible burglars, I walk out of the condo. After making sure the door's locked, I take my time walking down the steps looking at the sky. If it rains again we're gonna be fucked riding in the rain on a motorbike. Standing at the curb smelling first the back of my hand, then the back of my wrist, I can't decide which scent I like better. Funny that they're a little different being they're right next to each other... huh! Then I get pissed at myself and Dougie Hamilton for this goofy habit of smelling my wrist. Okay, here comes Sonny roaring up on his motorbike. Damn, that thing's got cool throaty-sounding mufflers. Sonny's flashing that cute grin of his while somehow combining it with a hot-shit smirk. He puts the kickstand down and looks at me as I stand here staring at him with my squirmy dick moving around in my pants. It would be a revelation to me if I could understand exactly why some guys get me hot and others don't. Sure it has something to do with their looks and body and hair, but there isn't a specific common denominator between them all that I can put my finger on. It's something intangible each guy has, or maybe a whole shit load of things I process in my unconscious mind. I'd love to get a peek into my unconscious reservoir of things that are influencing so much of what makes me, me.
Sonny gets off his bike, takes off his helmet, and swaggers over to me, saying, "You're frozen with joy at seeing me, aren't you? Come on, do the posse boy's greeting with me. The one I taught you how to do." Rolling my eyes, we do the posse boy greeting with me mumbling, "The posse boys have disbanded in case you've forgotten, ya nut. And you did not teach me this, or anything else." Keeping his arm around me, he mutters, "Shut up, you! I did too teach you. I trained you on a lot of things and you loved all of them. You're my 'boy', ain't cha?" and he kisses my lips. His scent immediately invades my head as I kiss back. Sonny grabs my package, "Ah ha, my kiss gave you a semi-stiffy, huh?" Damn, is this kid cute! His narrow pale red eyebrows, his big blue eyes that seem to shimmer, cute fucking nose with a sparse smattering of pale freckles across the bridge, and those lips with his light complexion... dynamite! If he had some cute whiskers on his chin and upper lip I might run away with him. I ask a non-sequateur, "You get sunburn often, do ya?" I was thinking about his pale skin tone. Sonny says, "What the fuck? Um, yeah, I gotta be careful with that, why?" Shrugging, I go, "Just wondered." He pinches my cheek, mumbling, "I gotta say you're looking as adorable as ever, even with that awful haircut. Was that an initiation thingie for some fraternity?" I mumble, "No, um, your arm is still around me, Sonny, and people are watching." He shrugs, "Like I give a shit?" but he drops his arm, saying, "Last week I told my parents I'm gay. Ballsy of me, huh?" and he grabs my arm, pulling me to the motorbike. He puts his helmet on and gets on the bike then kicks the kickstand up. Sonny's got a foot on the road on either side of the bike, his arms stretched out with his hands on the handlebars, looking so fucking cool. He stares at me a second, then asks, "What are you waiting for, Dylan, get the fuck on. Your helmet hanging off the seat." I was sorta in a trance for a second there. Putting the helmet on standing next to him. Sonny reaches over and snaps the strap under my chin, saying, "You'll be happy to know I washed your helmet inside and out. A lot of different guys have worn it and the fucking thing was starting to smell funky inside. I don't care if it's funky for them, but not for you 'cause you're my fucking boyfriend, right?" I'm muttering, "Dreamer," then move the helmet trying to get it comfortably on my head, mumbling, "Could you find a bigger one? This is huge! I feel like an astronaut, fer chrissakes." He taps my helmet with his knuckles, saying, "Stop your bitching. What restaurant we going to?" I get on the bike and wrap my arms around his slim tight waist, "How about 'Thank God it Friday' at the Framingham Mall?" He says, "Hang on," and he does a wheelie peeling out. Jesus!
The wet roads cause a fine spray of water to dampen our pants from the knees down. Icky! Sonny drive too fast, but he's seemingly in complete control of the bike as we pass cars with me hugging him tightly. Feels good, but what I used to like best about riding on his motorbike was putting the side of my head next to his and smelling his unique boyish scent as we ride. The helmets prevent that pleasure as they bump off one another whenever we go over rough patches in the road. Somehow we arrive safely at the restaurant with Sonny coming in for a screeching stop in a handicap parking space right next to the front door. Before getting off the motorbike I tell him he's in a handicap spot. He goes, "Yeah, I know. It's conveniently close to the door, and there are,"as he counts the empty handicap parking spots, "Eight open spots for the handicapped. If nine handicap drivers happen to arrive at the same time I'll come out and move my bike." I go, "Or a cop might drift by and give you a hundred dollar ticket." He takes his helmet off and his head of light orange/red hair sticks up all over. Pointing to his head, he goes, "See, I've needed a haircut for a couple of weeks, but my loyalty is to you." As I'm gladly pulling my helmet off, I mumble, "Your loyalty is to me, plus you save twenty bucks." He says, "Well yeah, there's that too." He locks the bike and the helmets together somehow, then gooses my ass, "Dylan, I'm gonna tell you something that I don't want you repeating to anyone. I'm crazy about you and if you ask me nicely I might fuck you tonight. What do you think about that?" We're walking inside as I say, "Dream on, youngster," and we're immediately in a crowd of people who are waiting for tables. Friday night at Fridays... dumb choice. Sonny's frowning, muttering, "This blows," and I say, "I'll go up and ask that girl at the reception desk how long the wait will be. Maybe we'll try some place else." Sonny looks where I'm looking and his eyes light up. He goes, "Holy shit, I know her." I ask, "You mean the girl at the reception station?" He nods his head, "Yeah, watch this," and he squirms his way through people who were here before us, creating some disturbance as he does it.
Two minutes later, with some tall guys blocking my view, I hear, "McCarty, able for two." I look around a few seconds before realizing 'McCarty' is Devon's and Sonny's last name. Awesome! Making my way to the front, I'm muttering, "Excuse me, excuse me, sorry, excuse me," and then I'm in front of the reception girl, who's about my age, standing with Sonny. She's holding two menus as I hear grumbling from the unwashed masses behind me. Sonny goes, "Here he is," meaning me, and he motions with his hand I should follow them. We get a table near a window no less, with the girl saying, "Enjoy, Sonny. Say hi to your brother, mom, and dad for me." Sitting down I'm looking at Sonny with a questioning expression. He goes, "That's my cousin, Beth Ann. I didn't know she worked here." I go, "Maybe she can get us a couple of beers," but Sonny says, "I can't stand the taste of beer or the smell of it on your breath. No beer for you." Our waitress comes over while I'm looking around hoping for a waiter, not a waitress. You know, a cute male waiter, but no luck. We both order Cokes and for dinner we both order the All American stacked burger. Friday's All American stacked burgers consist of two burger patties in a good bun with cheddar cheese, onion, pepper bacon, tomato, and thousand island dressing. Plus, fries. The large fountain style Cokes comes right away and as we wait for the burgers, with my mouth watering thinking about them, I'm half listening to Sonny telling me about his so-called other boyfriend, who he claims he's fucking two or three times a week. I don't know whether I believe him or not, but it's fun looking at his animated cute face as he tells me about it. I can't get a word in edgewise, which is fine with me. After an inexcusable amount of time the burgers arrive. I can barely open my mouth wide enough to get a bite of everything together. These babies are delicious! Even Sonny shuts up to eat his. I keep glancing at him as we eat. Every time he catches me looking at him he grins showing off his dimples, pink gums, and ridiculously white teeth. I've got half a boner in my pants the whole time I'm eating.
When we're finished our meal there isn't a french fry or morsel of burger anywhere on our plates. "Awesome burger, Dylan, thank you for treating me." I go, "No problem, Sonny. Thank you for getting us seated so fast." An average looking busboy cleans away our dishes. He's nothing special except he's got sexy sparse, soft looking curly whiskers and a so-called beauty mark on the left cheek of his olive complexion face. That's all good, but his facial features are letting him down big time. Shame really. Our waitress returns and we both order the restaurant's 'Brownie Obsession' for dessert. It's a thick brownie covered in chocolate fudge sauce topped with a big scoop of vanilla bean ice cream, with a Carmel sauce over the ice cream along with pecans. Sonny asks the waitress, "No sprinkles?" She laughs, and says, "Um, no sprinkles, sorry." Sonny grins cutely at her and her face blushes as she goes to place our order. I ask, "Do you swing both ways?" and Sonny goes, "Fuck no, but I like to flirt." When it arrives neither one of us can finish the dessert although we both try. I'm feeling slightly dizzy from the sugar rush as I'm paying the bill. I could really go for a big glass of water right about now.
Outside Sonny bums a cigarette off me and we lean against a wall in a little alcove for protection from the windy conditions. At least it hasn't started raining again. Sonny takes a drag off his smoke, saying, "Marlboros are now ten dollars a pack most places, so I've cut down on smoking which is just what the do-gooders had in mind when they added all those taxes to the price. Why don't they mind their own fucking business." I go, "That is their business, Sonny. They like deciding what we should do and how we should do it. We're too stupid to know ourselves what we want, so they instruct us dopes about how we should think. If the word 'cunt' slips out during a conversation you're looking over your shoulder for 'big brother', and I'm not talking about Devon... not that kind of big brother." He says, "Which kind, then?" and I say, "I don't know, 'big brother' is from some book written fifty years ago or something." He drags on his cigarette and talks as the smoke's coming out of his cute nose and mouth, "We'll go to your place for my haircut, and then we'll go to my house where I'll tie you in a chair and do the whole dominant routine on you. That's our plan, but first I've got a 'stop' to make. A friend of mine owes me twenty bucks." I go, "Whoa, whoa, Sonny. Once again you've slip into delusional mode. I told you I'm growing a fucking ponytail so forget my haircut, and what's the guy owe you money for?" He says, "I let him use my motorbike last weekend for an afternoon date. He said there's this piece of tail he's trying to impress, but the kid's actually got a crush on me. We agreed on the twenty dollars rental fee." Good, I was afraid it had something to do with weed. "And secondly, Dylan, you're a hot ticket and as cute as a barrel of puppies, but you are not growing a fucking ponytail, you lie so bad, dude!"
I've got nothing to say to that, so we step on our cigarette butts and walk to his motorbike. Sonny unlocks the chain and we put our helmets on. He swings his leg over the seat and gets on the bike, then I get on behind him and get as comfortable as one can get on a motorbike. In this case with my crotch right against Sonny's ass and my arms around his taut little body. He turns his head a little, asking, "Ready?" I go, "Yep," and we leave with another wheelie. As we're riding wildly down the road to wherever his friend lives, my body is constantly bumping against Sonny's and that's given me a delightfully hard boner. There's no way Sonny doesn't feel it against his butt. It's nearly impossible to carry on any kind of a conversation because traffic is noisy, but Sonny turns his head a little and shouts what sounds like, "That's not the only boner I'm gonna give you tonight." We're flying down route 9 toward Weston, where Willie lives. I'm totally enjoying the feel of Sonny's body and my boner's feeling awfully good too. This motorbike is a cool ride, but much better in the summer wearing only a sleeveless tee-shirt and shorts. Bodily contact is more intimate and noticeable the less clothing you have on. I wouldn't want to ride behind someone that didn't have a hot young body, but conveniently Sonny fills that requirement perfectly.
It's a fifteen minute ride before he turns off route 9 onto a road leading to in Wellesley, not Weston. He goes slower now that we're passing the downtown shopping area, and then into a heavily populated suburban area. Two streets over and Sonny pulls into a driveway and stops. "You get off first, Dylan," so I give him one last squeeze and slide off the back of the bike. Sonny gets off and says, "Come on, I want to show you off to Shirley." Huh, a girl. That doesn't sound right from what Sonny said earlier. We're at the door, Sonny rings the doorbell and a few seconds later it opens and I'm staring at this cute little guy with a head of curly hair, really curly with ringlets all over his head. The kid's got a small group of scraggily whiskers under his chin and on his top lip. He says, "I don't got the twenty, Sonny. Tomorrow I get paid." Sonny takes a deep breath, "Look, Shirley," and the kid interrupts, "Don't call me that! I'll kick your ass. It's Walter or Walt. Who's that with you?" We're on the front stoop with Walter's just inside the front door, two feet from us. He doesn't invite us in though. Sonny says, "This here is my number one boyfriend, Dylan," and Shirley/Walter says, "I thought that dweeb, Giggles, was your boyfriend." Sonny goes, "Don't call him Giggles, his name's Alan, and he's not a dweeb." Shirley asks, "Ya wanna come in?" and Sonny says, "Yeah, ya got any weed, Shirley?" as I follow him inside. Shirley says, "Nah, me and Dawg smoked the rest of it after school today. I'm still a little fuck-up to be honest about it. You should'a been there. That bitch Rayanda gave Homer a blow job." We're going down to the basement of this middle class house and it turns out to be a finished basement with a big flat screen TV on one wall.
Shirley says, "Look at this, Sonny," and he picks up a CD video, saying, "This is hot. Black guys fucking some skinny Oriental cunt." Sonny looks disgusted, "Don't put that trash in front of me, Shirley. It's disgusting!" The
kid says, "Oh, so you fucking Giggles isn't disgusting, is that it?" Sonny
laughs as he plops down on a well worn couch. "That's right, it isn't disgusting. I've been telling you, Shirley, give it a try with me, dude. I'll wear a condom." Shirley looks at me, "Does he fuck you too?" and Sonny says,
"What do you think? Of course I do, he's my number one boyfriend!" The kid looks at me again, "Does he, you know, do you? I forget your name. What grade are you in anyway?" When I just stare at him, he turns to Sonny, asking, "You fucking under aged guys now?" as if I'm seventeen. Sonny laughs at that, but doesn't dispute it, then he asks me, "Can I bum another smoke, Dylan?" I give him one and Shirley says, "Not in here, ya asshole, no smoking in the house!" Sonny lights up and while exhaling a long stream of smoke, he says, "I'll tell what I'll do, Shirley. Join in a three-way with me and Dylan and I'll forget the twenty bucks you owe me. Whaddaya say?" Shirley frowns, "Um, maybe, but what would I have to do? You're pretty hot... for a guy, I mean, and I'm curious too." Sonny chuckles, "You're curious and bisexual, Shirley, as well as a virgin. Nothing wrong with that, and you know you've had the hots for me all last year." Shirley says, "I'm not a fucking virgin, I told you that before." Sonny blows a smoke ring at him, then says, "With me, that's what I mean." I'm just sitting here feeling like I've slipped into a episode of an X-rated cartoon, or maybe the twilight zone. Shirley says, "No, I can't do a three-way. He'd be watching," and he glances at me, then back to Sonny, "Just you and me sometime, but if it hurts, you stop immediately."
He walks to a small refrigerator, asking, "You guys want a Coke?" We both say, "No thanks," but holy shit, I just noticed Walt has a great ass. He's about Vinnie's height with a thicker torso than Vinnie. Great ass though. Sonny sees me looking at Shirley's ass, grinning at me and nodding his head a little like he agrees, then he asks Shirley, "Ya want a free haircut, Shirley? Get rid of the Shirley Temple look and you'll be hotter than you already are." Shirley looks surprised, asking, "You think I'm hot, Sonny?" Sonny goes, "I'm just trying to make you feel good about yourself. Get a pair of scissors and Dylan will give you a haircut." Oh brother! I roll my eyes at Sonny and he chuckles, smirking back at me. Shirley's sitting on the little refrigerator drinking a Coke. He asks me, "You can cut hair?" I shrug, but don't feel like joining this bizarre conversation. Sonny answers for me, "Yep, he's my barber." Shirley looks like he's thinking about it, which I'm guessing isn't easy for him. He finally says, "Okay," and I shake my head, "Some other time, Walter. Okay?" He nods his head, "Yeah, sure, I'll come over with Sonny sometime when he gets a haircut. They're free, right?" I nod my head again and look at Sonny, who stands up pointing at Walter/Shirley, saying, "Twenty buck tomorrow or let me fuck your hot ass, okay?" Shirley's nodding his head, then he does a big carbonated burp, and asks, "It won't hurt, right?" We're walking upstairs with Sonny saying, "Nah, it never hurts. That's just a urban myth." At the door Sonny and Shirley do a one arm hug with Shirley muttering, "Tomorrow's the big day, Sonny. Finally." Sonny goes, "Yeah, yeah. Oh, I'm out of condoms so you buy a pack tomorrow before I come over. Anybody gonna be home?" Shirley says, "Yeah, I'll pick up some condoms. They'll probably be someone home though, but they never come in my room. You can do it in there." Sonny says, "Good deal, see you tomorrow."
Walking back to the motorbike, I'm asking, "Was it necessary to drag me through that, Sonny?" He says, "Yes, because if you weren't with me he'd never
have agreed to let me fuck him, and I've been wanting to do his ass all summer." We're putting our helmets on as I ask, "Is he in any of your classes?" Sonny goes, "Nah, I'm in the advanced classes and Shirley is in the dumb ones. Hot ass though, don't ya think?" I say, "Yeah, but other than that he doesn't do a thing for me." We get on the bike, and Sonny's like, "You don't think he's cute?" I go, "Yeah, I guess, but he's like, I don't know, too innocent and sorta childish." Sonny goes, "Huh. What's wrong with that?"I go, "Different strokes for different folks." He nods his head, saying, "Hang on, Dylan," and I wrap my arms around him as he lays some rubber in their driveway with another wheelie. That visit was weird and I kinda feel bad for Walter except how do I know if Sonny fucking him isn't maybe Shirley's fantasy come true. It didn't take much persuading by Sonny to get the kid to agree, and he's buying the condoms so maybe I shouldn't feel bad for him. I yell to Sonny, "Is this the first time for him?" He turns his head, yelling, "First time for me and Shirley, but he's done it with two other guys I know." Oh fuck, guess I don't need to waste my sad feelings for him. On the other hand, if he likes it, good for him.
Back at my condo we get off the bike and as Sonny's locking it, he asks, "Do you want me to hold your hand when we're going up to your condo?" I say, "NO! Why would you ask that?" he say, "Oh, because Ray said he held your hand when you were his boyfriend and you guys were going places." I mutter, "What the fuck? Ray's talking about that?" Sonny goes, "Yeah, he's telling anyone who'll listen." He shrugs, "Ray doesn't have the pull with the posse boys he used to. Everyone is doing their own thing pretty much." I go, "That thing I had with Ray was a huge mistake on my part, Sonny. I was on the rebound from someone." We're going up the steps, "Who were you on the rebound from?" "None of your business, Sonny, and anyway you don't know him." As I'm unlocking the front door, he asks, "How many guys have fucked you anyway? Seems like a lot." We're walking inside, and I tell him, "Not a lot! Where'd you hear that? It's just with a couple of guys I liked, and certainly not what you'd call a lot." He asks, "How many exactly?" Taking a deep breath I say, "Four, okay?" and rack up little white lie 3091. Going downstairs he says, "I've only had sex with two guys. No girls, of course. Shirley will make it three guys. Not bad for an eighteen year old, eh? I mutter, "Yeah, great, you beat me by a mile when I was eighteen" and he says, "Hard to find gay guys though, ya know?" Not wanting to continue this discussion, I say, "Into the half bath, Sonny, and yeah, gay guys are hard to find." I drag a straight back chair into the half bath with us and face it away from the sink. "Take your sweatshirt off, Sonny." He does that and then sits down and I run my fingers through his orange/red hair. Sonny says, "No talking,
okay, Dylan. I love this part, the shampooing and massaging. It's so friggin' sexy." Massaging his scalp with the fingers of both hands I see Sonny's
shoulders shudder and little goosebumps pop up on his arms. He's like me in that we both love being touched. Some guys are the opposite.
After the scalp massage I comb through his hair from front to back. It's grown over the tops of his ears and curled some at the hairline along the back of his neck. The hairs on top are over two inches long while the hairs on the sides and back of his head is a little shorter, but not much. Nice head of hair to work with in other words, and he's got nice hair any way you look at it. I used to think he had funny looking clown hair, but now I like the orange tint to the red. Very few people have red hair, ya know. Less than four percent of the world's population have naturally red hair. Sonny's body is pretty much hairless though, except of course the small amount of pale red hairs under his arms and his pubic hairs that are more orange than red. His skin is creamy white without a blemish anywhere. Nice to look at, but enough admiring his body, I gotta get this shampoo under way. Using the little hose with the spay attachment on one end, the other end around the sink's spigot, I get the water the proper temperature and then wet his hair
thoroughly. Next I add shampoo, working up a good thick lather by running my fingers through the hair, and against Sonny's scalp. He has a nicely shaped head and lots of fine hairs closely packed together. As I run my fingers through the warm creamy lather and silky hair, I'm looking at his face. Sonny's got his eyes closed and he's very relaxed. His shoulders are slumped, his hands lightly clasped in his lap, his ankle's crossed and a serene expression on his face. He's actually pretty in a boyish way. More so than his brother, Devon, who's all boy, but cute too. I don't mean there's anything girlie about Sonny, far from it, he's just pretty, there's no way around it. Luckily he has that nice looking long pale cock and big nuts instead of the other equipment, but if he had the other set of equipment then most guys would agree that he's pretty. That's how it works for the majority of guys. They can't admit other guys are good looking, never mind pretty.
With cute guys I drag-out the shampooing and ogling as long as I dare, and Sonny certainly qualifies for the full treatment and maybe a little more. He actually made a quiet 'boo' sound when I start rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, which made me smile. Ha ha, yeah, with his eyes still closed he did one of his little grins as he quietly booed me for beginning the rinse. Ya know, there's something about Sonny tonight, something different about how I feel about him. Not something bad, just different vibes between us than normal. I don't know, but I'm thinking maybe my lack of side-sex is playing games with my libido. With the shampoo completely rinsed out I work conditioner into his hair now. That's the little extra 'something' I mentioned. The conditioner is creamy and allows me to play with his orange/red hair some more, forming peaks of hair likes waves in the ocean and then dragging all the hairs up to the center of his head like a long Mohawk. Eventually the conditioner needs to be rinsed out and I get 'booed' by Sonny again along with his cute grin. I have the strongest urge to kiss his sexy lips as he grins, but resist the urge.
When all the conditioner has been rinsed out I dry his hair with a fluffy towel getting out the bulk of the moisture, then finish drying it by using a brush and hairdryer. Sonny's dry hair really shines now, but I continue brushing it for an extra minute. When I put the hairdryer down, he mutters, his eyes still closed, "Don't forget the shoulder massage, Dylan." He sounds sleepy, so maybe he gets in a kind of trance the way I do at times. I like touching him so I do some more scalp massaging working my fingers down the back of his head to massage the back of his neck. Without a word, Sonny leans forward, his forearms on his thighs, and I massage his skinny shoulders and rub tightly down his spine. I can clearly see many of his twenty-four vertebra, and feel all of them. Each one is like a little rounded bumps dividing his back in half. Like his brother, Sonny's blessed with pretty, pale creamy skin that's tight and feels sexy to the touch. I grip and massage his biceps and then gently put my hand under his chin pulling his head up so I can see his face, and then I give in to my urges and kiss him on the lips lightly. I didn't even know I was going to do that, it sort of happened on it's own. He kisses back keeping his eyes closed so I do another kiss, sloppier this time with more feeling. His sexy lips like candy, and then with his head going all the way back against the chair again, I hold his face between my hands and push my tongue into his hot wet mouth. We lick tongues and suck lips as I drop a hand down to rub his chest and nipples. Lifting my lips off his makes a wet smacking sound and I need to stifle a moan of arousal with my cock tightening up nicely. Letting out my breath silently I glance down and see the lap of his pants poking up and up and up as his cock gets harder and harder. A quiet moan from Sonny, his body is totally docile except for the steel boner between his legs. I've now got a achingly hard, roaring boner too as my lips go back to his, covering them again and he hugs around the back of my neck with both arms pulling our faces tightly together, "Oooooh, mmm," from the aroused Sonny, and then deep kisses on his candy lips, lips like sugar.
Lifting my leg over his lap I sit on his thighs facing him, our lips never parting. The intensity of the moment increases as we get into a very sexy make-out. Sloppy wet kisses and sounds of sucking and moaning while our mixed saliva drools down our chins and our boners poke each other from inside our pants as our hands explore each other's body. Two minutes or so of hot and heavy making-out, our faces moving against one another, our noses bending from side to side as we hump our hips, both of us doing dry-dock fucking. Sonny finally moans, "Fuck me, Dylan. I want you to fuck me right now." What? Oh God, my boner's so tight and it's stuck sideways in my jockey shorts pulsing and aching and dripping. I slide off his lap letting go of him to adjust my cock. Sonny barely opens his eyes looking at me moaning, his eyelids heavy with him apparently deeply aroused. Still sitting he's struggling to get his pants down without unbuttoning them or pulling his zipper down. He succeeds in getting them past his slim hips and down around his ankles. His orange pubic hairs seem to glow all around his long creamy-colored penis that's now hard and drooling precum. What a completely unexpected turn of events this is as Sonny staggers up, kisses my lips, then turns away from me leaning over the chair and supporting himself with his hands on the rim of the sink. His ass is pushed up and back at me. Wow, what a great pale bubble butt ass. I stare at it as Sonny grunts, "Come on, Dylan, don't tease me. Fuck me." This is a first from Sonny and it's so unexpected I'm just standing here paralyzed for a couple of seconds staring at his asshole. Shaking my head to clear my mind a little, I get my pants down and immediately press the head of my dripping boner against his hairless pink rosebud asshole. Everything about his ass looks so clean and fresh, almost likes it's brand new and has never been used for anything. What a strange night this has been.
Both my hands massage his cute butt cheeks as I press the wet head of my cock against his anus a little harder, then more pressure, and even a little more and the lips of his ass part so my hard cock can slides tightly inside him. His sphincter muscle chokes around the neck below the head of my cock and my other head goes back as I do a quiet moan, "Mmmmm, aaaah." Sonny's more vocal, with, "Aaaah, oooh, yeaaah, ooh, fuccck yeaaah," as he tightens the muscles in his buttocks. Oh fuck, that feels good. I'm holding my breath now with a buzzing sensation from the head of my cock. It's like there's a small electric current sparking around it and from it. My hands grip Sonny's hips as I exhale a long held breath, and then hump my hips forward and, oh my God, I gotta hold my breath again as my penis sends out pleasure sensation that overwhelm my senses. Sonny looks back, his face red, his lips parted and his eyes now opened wide with a look of desperate anticipation on his cute face. We stare into each other's eyes for a second like we can't
believe this is happening, then he murmurs, "Feels so good, Dylan." Nodding my head in kind of a fog, I suck on my lips slowly pushing the rest of my cock up his primo rectum. A primo rectum that's embracing my boner like a welcome stranger, one that's spreading the walls of his rectum and tantalizing it's anus lips. Sonny's rectum is so fucking tight yet smooth as it seems to be hugging my cock. I watch stupefied as my cock disappears completely up Sonny's ass and my groin is now against his perfect butt cheeks. I lean against him as my shoulders shudder and my hands go to his shoulders to massage them with Sonny now looking forward again, his head hanging between his arms as he moans, "Ooooh, god, oooh, yeaaah. Ahhh, nice fucking cock, Dylan, really nice." I reach over, every move seemingly in slow motion, and get my hand on his forehead pulling his head back and to the side. Sonny's expression is one of surrender like anything I do is okay with him. There's definitely a feeling of dominance in the back of my mind and it's a peculiar yet very sexy feeling indeed. Leaning my head down to his lips, we suck lips as his back arches and he pushes his ass back against my groin. I almost climax right then with his scent swarming all over my brain. Our lips slide apart leaving saliva smears on both our cheeks.
My arms go around his waist, my chest on his back, and my face at the back of his head as I move my hips back and we both suck air in between our teeth, 'Ssssss," and then my cock travels back up his ass with my shoulders shuddering again as tantalizing sizzling sensations are firing from my penis like nothing I remember feeling before. I kiss and lick at the back of his neck, inhaling his awesome sexy boyish scent, reveling in Sonny's docile body language. It's like he's saying his body belongs to me, willingly. Shaking my head a little to clear my mind, natural instincts take over and I start fucking him fast. I can't help myself, I gotta do it fast, "Slap,slap,slap,slap,slap," and Sonny's head comes back as he makes a long hissing sound with his body jerking around. Looking over his shoulder at the mirror in front of him I see his long hard boner straight out from his body so tight it's hardly moving while my thrust up his ass have the rest of him bumping forward with each thrust, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," my boner's an incredible reservoir of sexual pleasure extending to my balls and all around my groin area sparking with sexual signals constantly. I imagine I'm feeling my hard cock passing past his prostate gland as Sonny rolls his head moaning and pushing back at my hard thrusts. It gets so intensely hot and pleasurable I'm soon wildly and desperately hammering my boner in his rectum almost like I'm angry. It's like I can't control myself as the need to climax over takes any other concerns my brain might have. His ass and my cock are in charge of both our brains now with Sonny wreathing and moaning and squeezing his ass muscles. I'm slamming my cock inside him jostling him against the back of the chair now but he never stops grunting and moaning, his body so loose it's as if his body's without a single muscle. My face is scrunched up at the overload of sexual sensation as I make whining sounds needing to cum in the most desperate way I've ever felt, and then, "Aaaah," from Sonny as his back arches again and his body stiffens like one huge muscle, and his hips spasm forward. A long stream of cum flies out the slit in the head of his cock really fast, splattering against the mirror with Sonny shaking and still humping his hips back at my thrusting. Then an unbelievable rush of sensations all around my cock and balls, almost painful as I see red and slam against him tight. I'm trying to hump him even though our bodies are plastered together. Oh my God, the feeling, the incomparable sensations in my cock with cum rolling up out of it overwhelms me and I just shake with pleasure. Then again, and another smaller sensation like the first before I'm wildly thrusting my cock up his ass again, my cum splattering on his butt checks as my cock draws some creamy spunk out with each withdrawal. "Splat, splat, splat, splat," as I slam my body into his, my hard cock ripping into his
ass, my teeth clenched as I grunt with each thrust.
Less then a minute of that and the sensations start withdrawing and then they're evaporating even quicker as I blink my eyes, my head shaking a little, on it's own this time. Orgasmic sensations swirl around my groin and inside the top of my thighs then fade away leaving me limply laying against Sonny as our chests heaves, our breaths coming out noisily and then everything's calmer. My heart though is still beating like a drum, as I am laying limply against Sonny's back for a bit, and then lift up off him and step back pulling my now semi-boner from his ass. I plop down on the toilet behind me watching my cum drool out of Sonny's asshole, his now red butt cheeks staring back at me. My body slamming against his buttocks turned the creamy-colored buttocks to a fading red tint. I watch it turn to pink quickly, and then finally back to creamy again. Pretty ass on that kid. One last deep breath from Sonny and he straightens-up looking back at me, mumbling, "Is that the total shampoo package?" I go, "Un huh," than mutter, "That's the whole deal. I got nothing else." He chuckles and sits down in the chair facing me. "Dylan, did you have an idea we were going to do that?" I'm shaking my head 'no', then say, "Not a clue, Sonny, it was totally unexpected, but awesome at the same time. Your ass is like a baby's, brand new. Or that's how it looks anyway. Do you shit out of that thing?" He goes, "Yeah, I do, but I wipe really well," and he laughs, smirking at me. "You know, Dylan, now you owe me big time. Your dick was the first one my rectum ever knew." "Really, Sonny, I broke your cherry?" "You could say that, assuming guys have cherries. It might just be girls." I smile, shrugging, "Ya got me there, I don't know too much about girls' privates."
Puffing my cheeks out while doing another big exhale I'm feeling damn good. I stand up and grab a washcloth. Wetting it I'm wiping my now flaccid dick. Sonny watches, saying, "I've told you this before, Dylan, but that's a nice looking dick you got there. Never thought it'd be up my ass though. Well, that's not totally true because I've been wondering how it'd feel to take a dick up into my rectum. Who better than you to try it with." Pulling my pants up, I say, "Standup so I can clean your ass." He does and I wipe his ass, mumbling, "So it wasn't totally unexpected then?" He goes, "Oh yeah, it was unexpected. I had no thought of you fucking me tonight at all, but that sexy shampooing and then you kissing me like that, dude, that was hot! And, ya know, I've always told you how sexy I think you are. That wasn't bullshit, I meant it! So, I got turned-on like you can't believe." I smack his
ass, then dry it with the towel I dried his hair with. "Yeah, I can believe it, Sonny. I get turned-on myself occasionally." He pulls his pants up as I'm wiping down the chair where cum leaked out of his ass. I go, "Ready for your haircut?" He says, "Jesus, lets have a smoke first. Let me recover a little. That was a serious rush like, kapoom!" He puts his sweatshirt back on and we go upstairs Sonny's repeating, "Ka-fucking-boom! That's what that was."
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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