Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 30

by Donny Mumford

A little after ten o'clock Friday night I'm riding behind Sonny on his motorbike. We've just left Treadwells where we hooked up with some of the posse boys, and now we're going to Sonny's place. Supposedly there's no one home which is why we're going there. Hugging tightly around Sonny's waist I'm wishing we weren't wearing these stupid helmets 'cause I'd like to admire Sonny's new 'Short Sides and Disconnected Top' haircut. Ha ha, I gotta admit that's a weird name for a hair style! Earlier Sonny and I had dinner out and then I did the haircut he wanted. Oh yeah, can't forget this: Sonny and I engaged in some sex together too. That often happens when he's around. Sonny's a hot little fucker, but this time I 'topped'. That was a first. It was right after his shampoo. Later on Dawg and Manny came over for haircuts as well. Busy night. Now it's three or four hours after that sex and Sonny's in one of his sexually dominant frames of mind. It looks like we're going to be playing a sub/dom sex game, Sonny and me. Obviously it'll be Sonny in charge and he started in on his cute bossiness act back at Treadwell's parking lot when he grinningly started giving me orders. He's a natural with that shit and I'm in the perfect frame of mind to embrace the sexual heat that being submissive generates for me. Damn, it's been a while now since we've fucked around with sub/dom sex and I'm more than ready to try it again. My brain is usually attuned and receptive to being sexually submissive anyway, although I've found it's best done in random doses of short durations, and of course with the right sex partner. Being sexually submissive, or dominant for that matter, is a totally inexplicable concept to most people, and now that I think about it, it's inexplicable to me too. I don't know why I react to dominant sex the way I do, it just is what it is. There's elements of BDSM involved, but we only go in for the mild stuff. We're not wacko with it like a small minority of serious BDSM participants can be. Most everything in life is relative of course, so some people undoubtedly think we're wacko for engaging in any amount of BDSM. Fuck 'em.

We ride right up to his garage doors to park the bike. Sonny turns his head, our helmets clunking together, "Slide off the back of the bike, Dylan." I do that and he kicks the kickstand down then swings his leg over and gets off. We take off our helmets with Sonny telling me, "I'm gonna leave the bike here 'cause I'll need to give you a ride home later. Give me your hand." I love his bossiness, and his current serious demeanor, so I hold out my hand, he takes it in his and leads me to the front door. Inside, still holding my hand, he tells me, "You hurt my feelings tonight by telling the guys you're not my boyfriend. I have a major crush on you and it'd be nice if you at least pretended you had some feelings for me too. You always held Ray's hand when you were his boyfriend and I want you to do it with me when we're on our dates together too. Pretend if you have to, okay?" That's a load of crap about Ray and me holding hand all the time, although Sonny seems completely sincere about us doing it. Hmmm, I'm not sure if he's acting or not. You know, acting is part of our sub/dom sex game. I hope it's acting because if he's sincere for real I'm gonna feel bad for him. I can't be his boyfriend in any sense of the word, but it would ruin the mood if I try explaining that to him now, so I merely say, "Okay, Sonny. Sorry I hurt your feelings." He goes up on his toes and kisses me on the lips, muttering, "Bad boy," and then he pulls on my hand and we go upstairs and into his bedroom with him telling me, "I got excited when you texted me this afternoon. I've missed you and I hope you missed me too. Did you miss me?" I nod my head because in a way I have missed him, but mostly I've missed this sub/dom shit that he does so well. He's a cute, basically sweet kid, which makes his dominant act that much better. Definitely better then say, Willie. Willie had the dominant part down pat too, but he never had the underlying sweet personality part. He was more sneaky and manipulative than anything else. Still, I had some hot times with him. Then with Ryan in our hot days together the sub/dom stuff was awesome, but the fire seems to have gone out between us. Don't know how that happens, but it seems to have done just that. So, Sonny's my only sex partner now for sub/dom stuff. It makes it hotter knowing he's dominating me with him being two years younger and smaller that me. Heh heh, I'll bet that further befuddles those not inclined to this sort of sex play.

Sonny rustles around in his bureau drawer coming up with a ping pong paddle; the same one he's used before. He shows me it's been altered, saying, "See all the little holes I drilled in this thing?" I'm like, "Yeah, why'd you do that?" He says, "It reduces the wind resistance when I'm swinging it and there's less of an air cushion when it connects with your ass. Also a suction is created dragging little bits of your ass into the holes when I pull it away quickly and that'll hurt a hellava lot more than a flat paddle without holes." Frowning, I look at the paddle, then at Sonny, so he asks, "What? You wanna be spanked, don't you?" Hmmm, surprisingly I find that concept kinda sexy. It's been awhile since my last real spanking and even though it seems kinda creepy to say I want to be spanked, I do. Not sure about those holes though so I don't want to say anything now one way or the other. Best to just shrug, and mutter, "That'll be up to you, won't it?" He goes, "Yep, and I'll tell you right now you're gonna get spanked. For now though I want you to undress while I watch, and do it slowly keeping your mouth shut." Sonny's brazenness gets me sensing the beginnings of a sexually submissive mood, and like I said, he knows how to do the dominant part pretty fuckin' good. Basically he learned it from watching untold hours of BDSM videos, but he has some natural instincts for it too. I'm guessing that none of the dominant 'masters' he's watched on those videos are one-tenth as considerate or sweet as he is. The thing with Sonny, he takes things only to the edge and never goes over the edge with his dominance. If he took it too far I wouldn't play this sex game with him at all. I start to pull my sweatshirt over my head, but he says, "NO! Start with your sneakers and socks." He's just making the point that he's in charge, so I kick off one sneaker and then the other, and bend down to pull my socks off. I half expected to get my ass paddled when I bent over and the fact that I didn't builds up the nervous anticipation of when that's gonna happen. I feel my dick tightening up a little. "Now get your jeans off," so I take them off and Sonny cups my junk in his hand squeezing my nuts through my jockey shorts. He's caught both my nuts in his fist and now he stares at me defiantly. I mutter, "Ow," and he goes, "Shhh, no talking and definitely no whining." With his hand still firmly grasping my balls and part of my cock, he goes, "Get your shirt off now." He's talking quietly in his whispery voice, but he's stern about it as well.

After I pull my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor he leans into me, his nose level with my shoulder. He's looking me in the eyes with his nose pressed against my shoulder inhaling in an exaggerated way. I'm not sure what's up with that, and then he tells me, "There, I smelled you like you were talking about earlier tonight. You know, that thing about some guys having a special sexy scent." He does it again; then, lifting up on his toes a little, and presses his nose to my cheek and then says, "Goddamn, you do smell good. I never noticed that before. Guess I took it for granted." I stare at his recently cut orange/red hair and rub my hand up the sandpaper hairs at the back of his head. Sonny's body is leaning fully against me now, the side of his forehead next to my chin, and he stays like this for a minute or so. My cock gets harder and harder in his hand and I can't help but do a quiet, "Mmm," and move my hand up and over the crown of his head into the long hair on top, holding his head against me. I have a fistful of his silky hair as my other arm goes around his back to hug him to me. Sonny's still got that fistful of my privates in his left hand and the paddle in his right. He's real still and I know I'm gonna feel that fucking paddle on my ass any second now. I love the feel of his small taut body so I hug him even tighter and put my cheek on the top of his head enjoying the way he smells. The longer he goes without doing something the surer I am he's going to spank me, and like I said, the anticipation of that makes me nervous. I'm hugging him, and now I'm thinking he might give me a break with the paddling after all. I sort of think the idea of getting spanked is a sexy concept, but at the same time the reality of the actual pain isn't too cool. A squeeze on my nuts and then, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," on my left butt cheek with the paddle smacking my ass and me yelping, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! No Sonny, Ow!" up on my toes still hugging him against me. Fuck that hurt! My butt cheek is stinging and burning, my heart pounding. Holy fuck that hurts! Then, "SMACK!" "SMACK!" "SMACK!" more deliberately this time as I'm dancing on my toes with my eyes watering. "Oh, ow, ow, Sonny, no." He quietly says, "Let go of me. I spanked you with your underpants on so the suction wouldn't pull little parts of your skin in the holes. Next time I'll do it with you bare assed." I take my arm from his back and let go of his hair, my butt's stinging and burning hot. Oh fuck, I'm really hoping I don't get paddled again. Sonny steps back letting go of my balls, mumbling, "Sorry that hurt you, but ya know..." and he shrugs, then says, "You needed that, and maybe a second go round too, but for now take your underwear off, spread your legs, and clasp your hands behind your back." I'm thinking how it'll feel being paddled bare ass and now I'm nervously ready to obey whatever he says. He's got my full undivided attention.

Completely naked I'm staring at him and smelling the back of my wrist. My semi-boner leans sideways even as my butt cheek continues stinging like a hundred bee stings. How the fuck I a got semi hard-on from that spanking is a mystery to me. Sonny taps the paddle lightly against his thigh, saying, "I just told you to clasps your hands behind your back, so why are you smelling your arm?" I mutter, "Sorry, Sonny," and quickly do as I'm told standing straight staring at Sonny and waiting for orders. Amazingly I'm feeling good even with my burning ass. Mostly I'm anticipating some kind of dreamy trance to be drifting over me any minute now. Plus, I like being naked in front of my little dominant sex partner. Sonny asks, "How'd you like that little spanking? Just a taste of what you'll get if you don't pay attention and do what you're told." I mutter, "It stung bad, Sonny," almost saying 'sir' instead of 'Sonny'. Jeez, my dick tightens up a little more. He shrugs, then taps my balls lightly with the paddle, mumbling, "How'd you like me to paddle your balls, huh?" I shake my head, 'no', and he says, "Do what you're told then. Just stand like that," and he goes to the bureau drawer again coming back with the leather strips he used to tie my hands together last time. He smirks at me, then burst out with a chuckle, grinning and asking, "Isn't this fun?" The little sadist, heh heh. I go, "Un huh," and he ties my wrists together behind me. Back to the drawer he goes, this time to dig out an ankle restraint. It's a foot long bar with ties on each end that he ties around both my ankles. Stepping back, he says, "I got you now, Dylan, and there's nothing you can do about it. If I wanted to I could paddle you until you're crying and begging me to stop. Nobody would hear your screams. You're at my mercy, ain't cha?" I nod my head giving him my full attention. He gets hold of my ears and pulls my head down to his level kissing me on the lips before pushing his tongue into my mouth. Holding my head by my ears he sucks on my tongue and licks across my lips, then more kisses with Sonny purposely drooling his saliva in my mouth and down my chin until some of it's dripping off my chin to the floor. He reaches down with one hand and strokes my now hard cock. More sloppy kisses before he licks up the front of my nose, then says, "Open your mouth." He pulls my head down further and then with my mouth open wide he drools a long string of his saliva in my mouth. "Taste good, Dylan?" I swallow it feeling the trance really taking hold. His tongue's in my mouth again sliding around, as I go, "Oooh,' and feel my cock get harder still. Sonny's scent has grown to become my second favorite in the world.

Sonny takes a deep breath, then grabs my hard cock and pulls me over to his desk, saying, "Sit the fuck down." I sit and concentrate on the trance sensation that's building in my brain. It's getting dreamy and the more dominant Sonny gets the deeper into my submissive frame of mind I go. It feels really good already as I takes a deep breath, then look down and there's Sonny tying my ankle restraints to the legs of his desk chair. He goes behind me and unties my wrists, then lifts one of my arms to the arm of the chair, tying it securely. My other arm is secured to the other arm of the chair. I'm feeling good now though, so I don't even care if he cuts my hair or not.

Mostly I don't want to lose the way I'm feeling. It's like being under the

influence of drugs, you just can't help yourself, whatever he wants to do is fine because it feels so good. He gets a longer leather strip and methodically ties it around my chest and secures it to the back of the chair. Standing in front of me, he goes, "There, all tied up... nice and secure. Um, did I hear you say earlier tonight there's no way you're going to allow me to cut your hair? I believe you said it about ten times, but it appears you were wrong about that, doesn't it?" Another big grin from Sonny, and he adds, "I guess I should ask your permission though." I just blink my eyes staring at his cute face and then there's that cute smirk from Sonny again as he sits on my lap face to face, a leg on either side of me. He puts his arms around my neck leaning his face to me rubbing his nose against mine, then a long wet kiss that leaves me panting. His wet lips drag across my cheek so he can whisper in my ear, wetting it, "You want me to cut your hair, don't you, Dylan? Tell me you do." A little submissive moan escapes my throat as I nod my head. I don't even want to speak. He jumps up, "Good! Then that's what I'll do. You're so awesomely cooperative tonight I might not need to spank you too much more. Heh heh, then he laughs, muttering, "I'm having so much fun..."

The scissors and comb were right there on top of his desk, and if I looked over there when we came into his bedroom I'd see them, but I didn't look there and now I don't care. He stands beside me, still fully dressed, combing through my hair, saying, "Wow, you've got awesome hair," and then he combs up my bangs that have finally had a chance to grow out to an inch and a half, and I can actually comb them. "Scrunch," go the scissors and a one inch long spray of my two tone blond hairs drift down my face and lands here and there on my chest. "There, the first cut of many. I love cutting your hair, Dylan, especially when you're helpless like this. Maybe I'll try duplicating the haircut you gave me using just the scissors and comb. Do you think I can do that?" My eyelids feel heavy. Maybe I'm tired or maybe I'm hypnotized, I don't really know or care which one it is. It's so relaxing and dreamy and nice. He begins cutting my hair, and like the last couple of times he's cut my hair, Sonny does it deliberately and it's becomes hypnotizing. There begins the non-stop, deliberate, "Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch," sounds as the sharp scissors cut through my dry hair and the constant flow of hair clippings raining down on my face, shoulders, chest, and back. "Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch," for ten or twelve minutes and he's just cutting hairs on the top of my head. After awhile he says, "I'm not really duplicating the haircut you gave me, Dylan, I'm free wheeling it, not sure what it'll be when it's done." I could give a fuck, as I get the sensation that we're both drifting lightly in the air.

Then he starts on the side of my head, "Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch," and it goes on for a seemingly long time with my head lolling to the side. "Hold your head still, please," so I try. My eyes are closed, my cock is throbbing, and my whole world consist of darkness and my cock, plus the repetitive and constant, "Scrunch," sounds and the spray of hair clipping drifting down on my naked body. He says in a conversational manner, "Ya know what, I was just thinking I'd order you to shave my orange pubic hairs, but how could I explain that taking showers after gym class, ya know?" What's he saying? His voice is coming from far off as he continues cutting my hair. It taking forever, but it's such a pleasant experience I don't care if he never stops. He recuts over the same area two or three times humming and murmuring things I don't really pay attention to. It's like, in this frame of mind, I don't even care if I get another paddling. Finally Sonny's satisfied and he rubs my head with both hands, then rubs hair clipping off my shoulders, then his hands rub down my chest and back. "Okay, Dylan, another awesomely short haircut for you. I think it sets the tone for your submissiveness to me. You know, when I give you really short haircuts whether you want one or not. Ha ha, oh man, you'll never have hair long enough to rock the haircut I have. Of course you had super short haircuts before I started cutting your hair. Why's that?" It because first Willie and then Ryan wanted my hair short to show me who's boss, but I don't say anything to Sonny about that. I'm not sure I could talk if I wanted to, and I don't want to anyway, so that works out just fine. I can only hope Sonny isn't expecting me to answer him.

Holding a mirror in front of me, he says, "Open your big blue eyes, Dylan," so I do and look at my haircut. Sonny basically did a very even buzz cut with scissors, which is impossible to do, but there it is. "How do you like it?" For some reason I grin at him. Maybe because he looks so cute or maybe because I can't believe his audacity. He goes, "Ah ha, you approve! And look at that boner of yours. That's a beauty although it is a good inch shorter than my dick when it's boned-up. Maybe more than an inch now that I look at it. Ya know what I'm gonna do?" and he walks away. Lots of my clipped hairs lay around my cock and balls so I look at them until Sonny returns with two more leather strips. He bends down and ties a leather strip tightly around the base of my cock. Then a tight tie at the top of my scrotum as I squirm against the leather ties that are holding me captive in the chair. He says, "Yeah, I know it probably feels like I tied them too tight. I did that on purpose, but in a little while you won't notice. At least that's what they say." Then he kneels down and sucks on my boner getting me struggling in the chair, going, "Ooh, ooh, ooh," bringing me out of my trance a little. "Aaah, aah, Sonny, ooh, mmmm." I'd be cumming right now if I could, but

the ties around my nuts and cock prevent it. He continues sucking and licking my cock until the sensations become overwhelming and I'm rocking in the chair so much it tips over to the side. Sonny grabs it, standing up. He sets me back on all four legs leaving my throbbing boner dripping with his saliva. He goes, "Okay, okay, too much stimulation, huh?" then a big grin and he rubs my head and massages my shoulders with me still feeling like I'm having an orgasm, my shoulders shuddering under his hands.

He stands back, saying, "Damn, this is so hot. Didn't you ever try dominating anyone like I'm doing to you? You gotta try it, but not with me. Okay, time to get you out of that chair," and he unties the leather strip around my chest, as wells as the ties around both my arms and feet. "Stand up, Dylan," so I stand with my legs still attached to the leg restraint bar. "Come on over here," he says, meaning his bed. I can only take short steps of course and it takes about a dozen of then to reach Sonny. He brings my hands together in front and ties them. "Lean over on the bed, arms stretched out, your chest flat on the bed, and keep that cute ass of yours up for me." Oh no, not another spanking. He cheerily says, "I've got my own dildo because you refuse to find yours, which I prefer using." He holds up a big black shiny dildo, like it's been used recently. Sonny confirms that, "Yep, this big black beauty was last used on Giggles earlier this week. Sorry I didn't get a chance to wash it." Oh wow, that big dildo was lying right here on the bed. & I guess Sonny expected we'd be doing this when he left the house tonight. It's a big fat black dildo with an exaggerated curve to it and a set of big fake balls to prevent it from going up my ass too far and getting lost up there. Safety first, ya know. Sonny's mumbling, "I got some complimentary lubricant when I purchases this baby on line." He holds it up again, saying, "He's a big one, ain't he? I used it on myself too, heh heh. Whoa, it's big." He rubs a cloth covered in lube up and down the dildo, then he smacks my ass, "SLAP!" saying, "Where's my paddle? I'll use it if you don't keep your ass up!" I'm pushing it up as high as I can while still maintaining the position on the bed he told me to get in. I'm straining to get my ass up where he wants it. He mutters, "Yeah, hold it right there," and the lubricated fat head of the dildo pushes against my asshole spreading the lips a little, as he's saying, "I'll go slow but I want you to take it all up your ass, all nine inches of it," and he forces the head inside me past my sphincter muscle roughly stretching my asshole painfully. I'm moving on the bed groaning. He goes, "Easy, boy, there's a lot more coming." I groan, "Ahhhh, that's tight, Sonny" as a lot of my trance drifts away. He mutters, "Don't make me gag you, Dylan. It's hot seeing you with a ball gag in your mouth, but uncomfortable for you. I'll do it in a second though if you're going to whine at every inch I push this big black cock up your ass."

He's considerate and waits for my anus to stop aching before, "Here we go," and another good inch or so of the fat dildo is twisted up my ass. Sonny murmurs, "Weird, but I'm getting the hardest boner from doing this," and he pushes it another inch or so inside me as I struggle on the bed holding my breath and keeping my ass at the proper level. Sweat drips in my eyes as I tell myself it's going to feel fantastic once I'm stretched out, but right now my cock's gone soft and I'm out of that dreamy trance completely. It really hurts inside, like something's broke in there. Sonny twists the dildo, mumbling, "I'm getting undressed now. This is fucking hot! Just stay like that!" I look back as he takes his clothes off. Then I see most of that big black dildo sticking out of my ass. He grins, "Cool, huh?" He comes over to me, his own seven inch big cock hard, but too heavy to stick straight out. He's smirking as he lays his bare chest on my back, his boner pressed between his thigh and my left butt cheek. Sonny licks and kisses the side of my face, then says, "As your dominant sex partner I've gotta be hard on you, Dylan, because we don't get the chance to do this very often and it should

be memorable enough that we both remember it. Don't be mad at me, I'm doing this for both of us. Okay?" I let out the breath I was holding, but it still hurts back there and with Sonny's laying on my back he's leaning partially into the dildo pushing it to the side a little. He's oblivious to that as he lightly massage my shoulders and then his fingers go through my short hair. He asks me something, but it doesn't register above the pain I'm feeling in my ass. He repeats himself, "I'm serious, you gotta tell me it's alright, Dylan. If you don't I won't feel right doing everything I have in mind." Not sure what he's referring to, I mutter, "Yeah, it'll feel good soon." He's up off me, grinning again, "That's my submissive boy! I got your okay to do whatever I want." He grabs the fake balls of the dildo and pushes the big dildo head further up my ass. I've never felt as filled up back there as I do now. Sonny says, "Almost halfway." Halfway? Holy shit that thing's big. Sonny twists it and retracts it a few inches, then pushes it back to where it was, and then another inch or so further than before. "Ooooh, Sonny," as my back arches and I squirm on his bed, "Oooh, fuck, Sonny." He goes, "Yeah, you're getting the curve part now so the head's pushing up on your rectum wall. Feel good, does it?" and another inch goes in as I lift off the bed, then flop back down on it. Sonny's like, "Only two more inches to go, about two inches," then he holds his fingers apart, saying, "This much. Is that about two inches?" I nod my head, and then just like that, my ass begins feeling good inside. My shoulders shudder on their own and a quiet moan slips out of me, "Mmmm, ooh, yeaaah," and then an excited, "It's feeling good now, Sonny." He laughs, "Of course it does, that's awesome! And look at my boner." I glance back and see him stroking his seven-plus inch cock

that's hard, but not swollen like it gets when he's fucking me. That organ of his is long and it can get really fat especially just before he climaxes. And again my involuntary shoulder shudder.

"Here's the last of this bad boy, Dylan," and the last two inches get shoved in, "Aggggg, oooh, that fuckin' hurts. Fuck!" "Shhh, or I'll get the ball

gag out, and I haven't cleaned that fucker since I used it on Giggles." I don't have any idea what he just said as I'm blowing out quick burst of air waiting for the ache in my ass to subside, and for it to feel good again. Sonny twist it and I flop up off the bed again, but it didn't hurt so much as it felt good. I'm so proud of my rectum. Another twist and I go, "Mmmmm, Sonny, do that again." He does and I bite the sheet to keep from squealing. Sonny's playing with it pushing it and twisting it as sensations sizzle in my rectum. My anus is still too stretched to join the party at the moment, but my prostate is buzzing with pleasure. I'm squirming on the bed as Sonny begins pulling it out and pushing it back in. He pulls it almost all the way out and it takes awhile because he's doing it slow. Then back up my ass as I grovel on the bed moving my ass around, moaning, "Oooh, fuck, ooooh, aaah, aaah, Sonny, aaah." He's chuckling, muttering, "Goddammit, you're gonna make me cum. I'll shoot my load all over your back." The dildo's pulled back again with incredible sensations bursting in my rectum. Tons of nerve endings are pouring pleasure signals to my brain as I move around on the bed unable to process how awesome it feels inside my ass. My anus is beginning a crazy sizzling vibration thing that feels good too. "Do it faster, Sonny. Fuck me with that monstrous black dildo faster. Mmmmmm, oooh," as I push my ass back at his penetrations. He leans against the back of my legs and

I feel the head of his boner wetting my leg with precum. Everything feels awesome now, as Sonny's pumping that fucker back and forth twisting it as he does it, and I just know I'm gonna cum. My climax is on me now, and it's about fucking time because I really need to let loose. My hips thrusts forward and, "Ooh ooh ooh," but noting happens except my balls start aching as I thrash around on the bed sweaty and hot and needing to climax. Another minute of dildo manipulation by Sonny and my body gets stiff as I squeal, trashing around until a weak thin stream of cum forces it's way past the ties on my balls and the base of my cock. Watery cum drools out the head of my throbbing boner with orgasm sensations exploding around my groin. It's a pathetic orgasm though, and not fulfilling my anticipation of it at all.

Unconcerned about my orgasm problems, Sonny pulls the dildo all the way out, mumbling, "I'm gonna cum if I do this another friggin' minute." He drops the dildo on the floor and pushes his cock up my ass laying on my back and begins fucking me hard and fast hopping up off me and then driving his cock up inside me. Thirty seconds of that and I hear his grunt and feel the splash of his cum hitting against my rectum wall, warm and squishy and creamy. Then more cum fills my ass as Sonny moans and groans thrusting his cock in my ass wildly before finally laying limply on me breathing deeply, his moist breath on the back of my neck. He takes one last deep breath and gets up pulling his cock from my ass. "Whoa, Dylan, that was a rush, dude. Holy shit," and another deep breath from him. He sits on the bed next to me now, breathlessly saying, "Okay, wow, that was awesome! What I want you to do now is get down on your knees and suck my cock. It's a mess." I slide off the bed onto my knees and with my hands tied and hanging against my swollen cock, I tongue his cock head into my mouth and begin sucking it. Inch by inch I suck his whole cock into my mouth taking a few inches into my throat as Sonny blows puffs of air out squirming on the bed while running his fingers through my short hair. "Oh, Dylan, you suck cock so much better than Giggles. I want you to show him the right way to do it. We'll have a sort of three-way with me dominating both of you. Part of that will be you sucking his cock so he can see how it's done properly. Okay?" I'm backing my head off his cock gagging a little as it slides tightly out of my throat and then flops down against the side of the mattress slimy with spit. Sonny goes, "You okay with my three-way plan?" I slipped back into a dreamy state of mind while sucking his cock and didn't hear his three-way plan, but I say, "Yeah, sure, Sonny," because it's the easiest thing to do. Sonny says, "He's got a nice cock on him too. It's almost exactly like yours." That's nice although I don't know who he's referring to.

Sonny rubs my shoulders and pats my head like you do for your favorite puppy, me still on my knees between his legs. He grins as he's lifting my face up with a finger under my chin, "Now I'm going to let you rim me." Getting off the bed, he goes, "Get yourself turned around, Dylan." I do that as he leans over with his hands on his knees, looking back at me, saying, "A nice long deep rimming. I want you to kiss, lick, and rim my ass and asshole until you can raise another boner on me. I don't care how long it takes, it's something I've always wanted to have my submissive boy do. I've seen it done right after the 'master's cum and it took quite a while on the video, but it got me all hot and bothered watching it. Now we'll see how you do. If you can't do it, I'll need to paddle your bare ass. That's what happens in the videos, so ya know." Sonny doesn't know rimming is one of my favorite submissive things to do. That and body licking like I do for Robby once in awhile. It gets me as turned on as it does him. I quietly say, "Yes, Sonny," because it's half the fun, acting submissive and humble, like I know my place, as well as being submissive.

First thing I do is kiss both his butt cheeks and then do long licks from the top of his thighs up and over his plump bubble butt cheeks, one butt cheek at a time. As I'm doing the slow long licks I feel myself sinking deeper into the awesome world of submission. My throbbing cock gets very hard and because of the tie around the base it's turned dark red and heavy, my nuts are like heavy golf balls weighing down my scrotum so they hangs lower than normal. I afraid to touch either my cock or my scrotum, but these are minor concerns compared to this sensation I'm feeling. It's all got me sensing I'm right on the brink of an orgasm. The feeling won't go away and it's hard not to moan in desperate sexual pleasure from the increasing need to climax. I'm doing quiet long moaning with each long lick up Sonny's buttocks. There are no hairs on his buttocks but when I licked both completely and I spread them I see some pale hairs around his asshole that I do a long lick over flattening them to his skin. Sonny's clean back here this time which is a nice surprise. My nose is tightly in his ass crack now as I lick his anus a dozen times with Sonny moving his ass making frequent,"Ahh," sounds. He keeps clenching the muscles in his buttocks and moving his feet. My hands spreading his ass cheeks are wet with the saliva I licked there and they slip letting his ass crack close on my nose when I don't concentrate. His anus is filled with my spit so I do a number of laps from behind his scrotum, up it the back of it pushing his balls forward, then over his anus and up his ass crack. Each long lick makes me moan feeling sure I'm going to climax, but I don't. It's a kind of deeply pleasurable torture. An oxymoron that happens to be accurate. "Mmmm, oooh," from me, more wheezy sounds from Sonny as deeper into my submissive state of mind I go. So dreamy, safe and comfortable to just lick my dominant sex partner's asshole. My eyes are lightly

closed, my head stretched back, a hand on each of his butt cheeks spreading them with my tongue up his ass now as far as I can get it. After holding it inside him a few seconds I slowly pull it out and push it in right back up again doing it quickly, then again and again. Precum squeezes past the constrains around my cock and balls feeling like an orgasm that get me shaking and moaning.

Five, six minutes or maybe longer of tongue fucking Sonny's asshole before he staggers away still bent over stroking his cock. His face is contorted when he turns around and pushes his semi boned-up cock in my mouth. It's fairly hard already as I suck it and licks it for two or three minutes, saliva all around my mouth and dripping off my chin. Sonny's moaning and groaning rubbing my head, shoulders, and back with me having one orgasm after another without ejaculating even once. Exquisite torture. Then Sonny thrust his crotch in my face humping his cock in my mouth and throat until he shoots a small squirt of cum in my mouth, followed by a slightly larger stream. He keeps humping my face until the taste of his cum is just a memory. Finally he staggers back against the bed chuckling and stroking himself for a minute or so. I sit back on my ankles staring at my swollen red cock that's wet with drools of precum. Sonny lays back on the bed, mumbling, "Guess I don't get to paddle you again. Damn, I was sorta looking forward to that." I almost say, 'Yes, master,' but catch myself. That would have been embarrassing. He says, "Come lay with me, Dylan." My eyes are bleary, my head's lulling to the side as I revel in this peaceful state of mind complicated by my pulsating boner and aching balls. How do I feel, good but frustrated? Huh? Yeah, it's weird and wonderful and frustrating. "Dylan, come lay with me. I'll untie your privates." What was that? I look over opening my eyes surprised to find I'm in Sonny's bedroom. Oh yeah, that's right, heh heh. It's almost like that laced marijuana high I had that time. Who needs drugs! I get up and my cock barely moves as it sticks straight out, six inches of red swollen meat with a purple head, stiff and as tight as a boner can get.

With my ankles still in the restraints it takes six little step to cover the short distance to the bed where Sonny's laying. As I stand next to the bed, he goes up on an elbow and starts fucking around with the leather strips at the base of my cock, then the one at the top of my scrotum, but he's not having success getting either one off. "These fucking strips are sunk into your skin, Dylan," he mutters, and then sits up and tries again with me muttering, "Ow, that hurts." Getting off the bed, he says, "You lay on the bed," so I flop down staring at him thinking how cute he looks, and fuck... how about that unusual haircut he has. He's bent over me pulling at the leather strips as I reach up and run my fingers through his hair remembering how much fun it was to give him this haircut. Then I'm like, "Ow! Goddammit," as he digs his fingernails into my skin, but then he has the strip off from around my scrotum. "Mmmmm," from me, then "OW!" again as his fingernails dig into the skin around the base of my cock. "Sorry, Dylan. I should have taken these off earlier. I will next time for sure." Then the second strip comes off and immediately cum drools out my cock, "Ooooh, aaaah, Sonny, oooh, ooh." A long drool slowly comes out thick and creamy. I never had this happen to me before. My dreamy trance drifts away entirely as I'm biting my bottom lip grimacing from the odd orgasm I'm having. "Oh, fuck, Sonny, that sucked." He goes, "Stop your bitching and whining. We're experimenting. Obviously I left the ties on too long. So now I know." Then defensively, like it's somehow my fault, he goes, "Just saying, but this didn't happen with Giggles and the strips tied off his cock and balls almost this long." I mutter, "Bullshit." He shrugs, "Maybe not quite this long, but you were rimming me and sucking me off so much better than that little pecker can do it, you know how it is, I couldn't stop." Then he chuckles, "Fuck! I had two off-the-fuckin'-charts orgasms, let me tell ya. So, ya know, it's been damn successful sub/dom sex in that regard." The selfish bastard.

I'm laying here looking at my now flaccid penis in a pool of thick cum as the color slowly returns to normal. "That was by far the worse orgasm I ever

had, Sonny." He grins, "I'm sorry about that, but you're the submissive partner so the main thing is you gave you're dominant partner awesome sex." I'm kinda liking my recent response to him, so I say it again, "Bullshit." He's grinning, "Alright, I was selfish. Don't be mad, Dylan, we're learning what works and what doesn't. I'm going to fuck you in a little while and it'll be the mother of all fuck's too. It'll have to be to get me to another orgasm." Remembering young Charles' coughing-curses, I do a cough of, "Eff you," which makes me laugh. Sonny grins, looking confused, asking, "What's that?" so I cough, "Up yours," and laugh again. Sonny lays next to me smiling, "That's the spirit, let bygones be bygones," and I cough, "Eat me." Funny little routine Charles came up with there. Sonny asks, "What's with the coughing?" and I'm like, "Fuck the coughing! I just had the worst orgasm of my life." He makes a face, "Oh, we're back to that again," and he wrestles me under his body, laying on top of me, his face two inches above mine. He's grinning mischievously again, "You didn't tell me how great this haircut I gave you is." He rubs my hair, "It's cool, isn't it?" I say, "I've still got little hairs stuck all over me. Some are itchy in my ass crack." He tweaks my nose, "My ass crack is all sticky with your spit, and I've got little clippings of your hair all over me too. Did you get any in your mouth?" I say, "Nah, just some orange pubic hairs, but I'm used to that."

We talk about how awesome Sonny's climaxes were as he lays on top of me. I do about ten fake coughs cursing him out and he's caught onto it by now and

does some of them himself. Sonny keeps trying to get me to say he gave me a great haircut and I keep telling him I didn't want a haircut. What I was hoping, but don't tell Sonny, is for Ryan to give me another haircut, which is a touch of masochism right there. Now that's not going to happen. Finally I give in and tell Sonny this much, "You give among the sexiest haircuts I've ever gotten, so I gotta admit that much, Sonny." He grins, then coughs, "Balls." We wrestle around on his bed until I get him in a headlock, my legs around his, and Sonny's pretty much incapacitated. He mutters, "Okay, I give," and I go, "What? You give? Are you back in grade school?" He grins and I kiss his lips because I can. He says, "You've got a humongous crush on me, don't ya?" I tighten the hold around his neck, mumbling, "Oh, you're alright I guess, but you suck at being a dom." He goes, "No I don't! You lie." I grin, and cough, "Asshole." We're sweaty with cum, spit, and hair clipping stuck in the sweat, so I say, "How about we take a shower." That's what we do, washing each other and shampooing and doing some kissing. He has the hottest small body. It reminds me of Ryan's although Ryan's a lot stronger than Sonny. Even so, soapy and slippery, Sonny's body is pretty fucking hot. After the long shower we get something to drink in his kitchen, both of us with a towel around our waist.

Much later in his bedroom Sonny pulls my towel off and we make out and then he fuck's me doggie style for maybe fifteen or twenty luscious minutes. I have a really awesome orgasm when I climax at about the eight minute mark, but Sonny goes quite awhile longer before having his third climax of the evening. Excellent side-sex at last, but with me only getting into a mildly dreamy submissive trance during this last go-round. Being fucked doggie style was my idea because it seems the most submissive way to get fucked. It made me partially forget about the less successful parts of the evening, but I'm walking a little bowlegged afterwards. My ass is sore during the ride home and I'm glad to get off the bike at my place. Standing next to Sonny on his motorbike, taking my helmet off, Sonny says, "You really should get home every weekend, Dylan. You know you love the way I fuck you so why pretend it's just casual side-sex. Is anyone doing you better than me?" Actually, other than Robby, at this time in my life of cutting side-sex down to almost nothing, he's right. I don't admit that though, "Sonny, you totally bungled the dominant part of our sex by leaving my cock and balls tied too long, and now that last fuck left me walking bowlegged." He says, "Well, how do you think my dick feels. It's sore, that's how, but I wanted to give you a damn good climax and I did. You squealed like crazy, shaking and making a spectacle of yourself." I cough, "Bullshit." and we both chuckle. A quick kiss goodbye and Sonny takes his sore dick and roars off leaving some rubber in the street. Checking my watch while painfully going up the steps, I see it's almost one o'clock. Hope my ass heals by tomorrow night for my man, Robby.

Saturday morning most of the hurt in my rectum has faded. I lay in bed checking my text messages and see one from Ray and another from Bean. Both about haircuts. Ray's text came in at eight o'clock this morning. Right! I'm gonna be up at eight on a Saturday morning. Then Chubby and I text back and forth a few times, both of us lying about our Friday nights. Then Robby texts me that he's on break after the first two hours of the meeting. He ends with, 'Boring meeting! looking forward to tonight. Love Rob' Huh, he signed off with 'Rob'. Then I think, 'Two hours? What the fuck time is it anyway?" Checking my watch it's ten after ten. Huh! So where's Ray and the Nebraska farm boy, Gary Eisenhower? I get dressed thinking I'll surprise mom when she wakes up, but her bedroom door is open. No way she got up and left already. I try remembering if her bedroom door was closed last night when I came in, but can't remember if I even noticed it. Hmmm, did she stay out all night? If so, with whom? Hmmm, again. I have a coffee and a cigarette thinking about that, but don't wanna think about it too hard. Instead I text Ray just to get it over with. He's pissed-off I didn't get back to him sooner, but he's coming right over with Gary. Balls! Texting Bean I tell him and Jameson to come around noon for their haircuts. I usually like giving haircuts, but this morning I could do without 'em quite easily. I said I would though, so I'll keep my word.

I'm reading the Globe's sports page sitting on the sofa when I hear someone rattling the front doorknob, then there's the doorbell. Huh, I wander over and open the front door. Ray says, "You told us to just come in when we're getting haircuts." I shrug and Ray comes in giving me a kiss on my lips with me moving my head back. He goes, "You never used to move your head away, Dylan," and then to Gary, Ray goes, "He was begging me to take him on dates and fuck him last summer, Gary." I cough, "Bullshit," and make myself laugh again. "What?" goes Ray. I'm like, "Nothing, "Hi Gary. Come on downstairs guys." When we're all downstairs, I'm getting the clippers out as Ray tells Gary, "Take off your shirt and get your ass on that stool." Then to me, "We both shampooed our hair this morning so you don't need to do that. Like I told you last night, I want a tight crewcut for Gary." Gary sits on the stool, saying, "Please, Ray, not a fuckin' crewcut." Ray puts his hand on the back of Gary's neck, quietly saying, "We agreed to this, Gary. I insist my boy starts with a crew cut. Hell, I made all the posse boys, including Dylan here, get crew cuts last summer, so it's not just you. Okay?" and he pats Gary's cheek. I'm like, "Fuck that, tell me what kind of haircut you want, Gary. The hell with Ray." Gary's a stocky guy with loose, soft pecs and a small roll of fat around his waist. Average looking with bristly blond whiskers and straw colored hair almost the same texture as straw. Except for being overweight he can't be held responsible for the rest of his appearance, and for all I know he's a sweetheart of a guy. I'd add, what the fuck's he doing with Ray except Ray had me under his finger for a few weeks last summer too, and how that happened I'll never fucking know. Worse mistake, boyfriend-wise, of my life.

Gary looks pleadingly at Ray, but Ray just points a finger at him looking stern. Gary's shoulders slip as he mumbles, "I guess I'll have a crew cut, Dylan." Ray says, "What kind of crew cut, Gary," and Gary glares at Ray, then mutters, "Tight." Fine with me, I'll probably never see Gary again, and giving guy's tight crew cuts is fun. I'm putting an eighth inch guide on the clippers for the lower half of the sides and back of Gary's head, as Ray's asking, "You get your haircut this morning, Dylan? That why you were so late getting back to me." I say, "Something like that," and run the clippers through Gary's thick course hair around his sideburns and above his ears. The clippers cut through the hair as easily as if it were Sonny's silky hair. Man, the next fifteen minutes I work those clippers overtime giving this kid a really tight short crewcut. The longest hairs left on his head is less than a quarter inch. He looks like a marine recruit when I'm done cutting

his hair. Lots and lots of straw colored hair on the floor. He acts embarrassed as he gawks at himself in the mirror. "Fuck, Ray, I feel like such a geek with this haircut. Goddamn, I'm gonna get mocked at work." Ray's brushing off the stool, saying, "I like that look on you, Gary, that's what you should be happy about. Fuck the guys at work."

Then, as Ray's rubbing the bristly hairs on Gary's head, chuckling, he says, "Damn nice job, Dylan. Exactly what I wanted my boyfriend to get. I'll bring him back the next time you're home to keep it crisp and this short." Gary says, "You said just once, Ray." Ray mumbles, "I changed my mind. You'll have this tight crewcut until I get tired of it." Gary's pouting, "But why, Ray?" Ray smirks at me, then says to Gary, "Because the bristly hairs feels good against my thighs when you sucking my cock and against my ass cheeks when you're rimming me." Gary's face gets dark red. I go, "Jesus, Ray, you're such an asshole!" He sits on the stool chuckling, and says, "You did those things when I told ya to, didn't ya?" Now I'm blushing at the memory. Ray says, "Come here, Gary." Gary goes to Ray frowning and pouting, and Ray gives him a hug, "I'll make up for embarrassing you by giving you what you need a little later. Okay?" Gary just shakes his head looking down at the floor. Ray's like, "Boyfriends, Jesus! Okay, mister barber, just a trim to neaten me up, Dylan." I guess Gary puts up with Ray's shit because he can't get enough of Ray's mushroom headed cock. Oh man, I hate being one of Ray's ex-boyfriends. Ray's obviously totally dominating Gary too, but I can't disparage the kid for that considering my pathetic behavior with Ray last summer. I came to my senses pretty quickly, but for a while there I'd do just

about anything to get Ray to fuck me. Embarrassing doesn't begin to describe how I feel when I think back to those days. He's got the BO scent going for him this morning too, more so than last night and after all I've said negatively about Ray his scent still seems sexy to me. The thought of having sex with him however, is completely unappealing. Actually it's even worse than unappealing, it revolting.

Ray's haircut doesn't take long and during it I tell him I can't play in the touch football game tomorrow because my ride back to Merrimack is leaving around lunchtime. This is another little white lie of course, but fuck him. He says, "I'll give you a ride back to college after the game, and maybe I'll give you another kind of ride too." Gary head looks over, frowning at Ray. I go, "You'll make me ill with that kinda talk, Ray. Anyway, just so you know, I won't be playing in the touch football game tomorrow, but thanks for the offer." Finishing up his haircut, I pat his shoulder getting a last whiff of his sexy scent, then Ray and a sullen Gary are on their way. I sweep up the hair and then wash up before making some scrambled eggs and thinking about last night with Sonny. Hey, the soreness in my rectum and especially my anus is just about gone. Finished the OJ and scrambled eggs, I lay on the sofa thinking about Robby and what I'm going to say to him tonight. I think I'll start by getting him to agree they'll be no talk of a baby until at least one year after we're married. After college I want to get a job and experience what it's like to be a working stiff earning money. That premise I'm going to gently insist on, and my other concerns can be put on hold. I might also mention the topic of changing my name to his. I don't think I want to do that. I'll just get him used to the idea I might not do it for starters. That'll be enough for Saturday night. I'm not going to be a hard ass about it and if all I get is his willingness to consider those two things I'll be satisfied for now. I'll reinforce the concept as time goes on because I'm not going to be a stay at home dad right out of college. That's not happening.

Then the doorbell rings and it's Bean and Jameson of course. They both do the posse boys' greeting with me. I kinda like it myself, and come to think of it, Ray didn't do it with me. Good! As we go downstairs I find out the guys drove over in separate cars. Jameson got here first, but waited for Bean before ringing the bell. He doesn't feel as comfortable with me as Bean, who is very comfortable with me. I like Bean for some reason and have from the first time I met him. Bean says, "Jameson will go first. He has to get the car home by one o'clock. He's gotta go with his parents to visit his grandmother." I'm like, "TMI, Bean, but okay, come in the half bath Jameson." He walks with me blushing a little, saying, "I still can't get used to you shampooing my hair, Dylan." I ask, "Why do you say that, dude?" He goes, "I don't know, I guess because you're a gay guy, ya know?" I say, "You're safe with me, Jameson." He's kind of stiff throughout the shampoo which I do quickly. I could eliminate it all together except I like doing it. He wants a free haircut, he can put up with the way I want to do it. He's on the barber stool now with me combing through his shiny clean hair, asking, "How do you want it cut, Jameson?" He's got light brown hair with a widow's peak and some receding at both temples. Too bad for him, but he very well might experience a seriously receding hairline at an early age. Some unfortunate guys have early pattern baldness. Good thing he's nice looking anyway. Not cute, just nice looking. He says, "Buzz cut, Dylan. I'm on the football team and we've all agreed as a united force we'll have buzz cuts during football season."

It takes less then ten minutes to do his buzz cut. It doesn't look especially good on him because of the widow's peak, but that's just my opinion. After he's brushed-off and he has his shirt back on, he says, "Thanks," and does the posse goodbye hug and pat on the back with me and Bean. Then he's gone. Bean takes off his shirt asking, "Do you wanna blow me before or after, Dylan?" I look at him expecting a big grin or a chuckle, but he's apparently dead serious. He sees me looking at him, and goes, "What? Do you want me to do the other thing too? I can if you'd want me to. I liked it that other time we did it. Liked it a lot actually. It don't make me gay though 'cause I'm doing the, you know, the fucking." Surprising myself I don't cough a, "Eff that," at him, but instead say, "Lets think about that while I'm shampooing your hair." He goes, "Sure, Dylan," and we go into the half bath. Bean's got a tee-shirt on that has this on the front: 'Mom, if I said I'll do it, I will. No need to remind me about it every 6 weeks!'

He takes the tee-shirt off and sits down running his fingers through his hair, saying, "Do the shampoo slow, okay, Dylan. It's really a cool, soothing feeling getting shampooed and I think it's, um, sexy too. Especially because you're gay and you're probably getting turned-on doing it. Ya know, because I'm a guy." For some strange reason Bean isn't annoying me, as a matter of fact he seems kinda hot to me today. It's probably because of my reduced side-sex lately. He's clueless of course, but somehow he's developed a little sexiness in his cluelessness. Maybe Ray's scent has left me feeling a tad horny, which might seem odd after last night sexual activities with Sonny. The thing is though Sonny kinda screwed most of the things up. I finally had a pretty good climax during that last fuck, but my sore rectum took some of the thrill away. Man, but it's so weird I should be feeling horny with Bean seeming kinda sexy to me. That's a definite first. Running my fingers through his hair, I mumble, "You're giving yourself an awful lot of credit, don't ya think?" He looks at me, his eyes wide, "Whaddaya mean, Dylan?" I mumble, "Thinking I get turned on shampooing your hair." I never noticed his pretty eyes before. Various shades of brown, but really bright. He asked, "Well don'cha?" I chuckle, "Yeah, I guess a little bit, Bean... ha ha," and I tousle his hair again staring at his face. He has interesting facial features, but not what I'd ever call cute. They're unique more than anything, and kinda maybe a little sexy. I rub his chin, "Growing some whiskers I see." He goes, "Yeah, dude, I'm leaving my childhood behind. Haven't you started growing facial hair yet? Lot of us senior guys at school are rocking this look." I begin wetting his hair, "Huh, is that right, Bean?" which doesn't answer his question. His hair, like Sonny's, has grown over the top of his ears and it's about three inches long on top. Brown hair with a fairly straight hairline across his forehead. Average hair, which isn't to disparage it at all.

Bean's very skinny chest has some chest hairs between his pecs, and there's a happy trail from his belly button going into his pants. His whiskers, chest hair, and happy trail are a darker brown than the hair on his head and they're kinda kinky. I'd like to feel them, but I don't. Man, he's got skinny arms too and his neck looks too long, so why the fuck am I getting the sense he's kinda sexy? Is it because he's so blatant about wanting me to blow him and offering to fuck me? It's gotta be something, but I can't pin-down anything specific. Nice lips, although Bean kissing another guy is about as likely as me flying around the room. I ask, "How's your girlfriend, Bean?" I'm rubbing shampoo into his hair, his eyes go to the side looking at mine, "I don't have any particular girlfriend at the moment, Dylan. I'm eyeing this babe in biology class with big knockers who I might ask out." I nod my head puzzled by this attraction I'm feeling for this tall drink of water. What could it be? Is it I'm losing confidence in attracting cute gay guys, so I'm resorting to un-cute straight guys? I'm pretty fucking sure Bean's

more straight than anything else. He's got a curiosity about me being gay, but I think it's mostly because I was supposedly Ray's gay boyfriend. Bean's always been a Ray suck-up so perhaps he wants to emulate him, thinking if Ray does it, it must be a cool thing to do. Or maybe I'm totally off base.

Massaging the suds through his hair my fingertips massage his scalp, and after a minute or so Bean goes, "Dude, that feels so fucking good. I'm coming over for the full treatment every weekend you're back home, man. This rocks." I shrug, but I liked the compliment, certainly more than Jameson acting like I'm doing something obscene by shampooing his hair. I'm not gonna do the shampoo for Jameson anymore. Fuck that. My mind wanders to me and my lack of side-sex lately. I'm loving Robby, but I loved him when I was having some occasional side sex too. I'm thinking back over the days when side-sex was the happening thing. How about Wildwood last summer. Holy shit I hit the fucking jackpot that vacation. Jeez, the good old days, ya know. Bean murmurs, "You're really into shampooing my hair, huh?" At first I'm thinking, what the fuck does he mean by that? Then I realize I've been doing it for way longer than necessary. I go, "Oh, my minds on something else, Bean. Time got away from me. I'll rinse you off now." He says, "Don't stop on my account. Um, I've sprung a bit of a chub in my pants here. Don't take that the wrong way though, but since it's here, ya wanna go ahead and suck me off now." Fuck, I would like to do that, but I'm not going to. Don't want to slip back into my old habits and disappoint Robby. I start rinsing the soap out of his hair, muttering, "No, that's alright, Bean. Maybe some other time." He goes, "Um, you'd be doing me a favor actually. dude, I'm one horny teen and also horny for that other thing we did last time, ya know? Dude, I dreamed about that a number of times. You never told anybody about it so it's our secret. Why not do it again. If you want to I mean." I say, "Nah, you're straight, Bean, I don't want to corrupt your morals or anything." He's rubbing his crotch, "You wouldn't corrupt a fuckin' thing, Dylan. If you don't want to do it for your own pleasure, do it for me. We've always been buddies, haven't we. I've always stuck-up for you, helped get you into the posse boys and all." What the fuck's he talking about with that 'stuck-up-for-me' crap? I stick-up for myself.

I'm towel drying his hair, saying, "Yeah, you've been great, Bean, but just 'cause I'm gay don't meant I want to suck off every guy I know." He sits up, "Yeah, I respect that. The thing is I'm asking you as a friend to do me a favor. I wouldn't bother you with this, but you've done it before so, ya know I figured." I don't say anything so Bean goes, "Please! Okay, I said please." I go, "It's not a matter of saying please, Bean. I don't think it's right." He's like, "Well, why the fuck not? I would really appreciate if you'd suck my dick, and the other thing too. Dude, that was the best motherfuckin' climax I ever had and I mean when I fucked your rear end. Seriously, Dylan, I won't tell anybody. It'll be between you and me, dude." "Stop calling me dude." He goes, "Sorry, but how 'bout..." And I turn the hairdryer on drowning him out. Damn, I remember that long skinny cock of his too. His dick's just like him, long and skinny and it would feel real good up my ass, and without stretching anything in there. Plus, last night didn't work out all that good so I sorta owe myself a side-sex, and amazingly Bean seems desirable to me for some unknown fucking reason. I finish drying and brushing his hair. He points at his lap, "Look at that boner I got in my pants, dude. It kinda scares me that I sprung that beauty while you were shampooing my hair. Do you think that means anything?" I grab a fistful of his clean hair trying to think what to do, and then I think, what's the big deal, and say, "Okay, I'll do it or you, Bean. Take your pants down." He goes, "Really," and I say, "Really." He lifts his ass off the chair and pulls his pants down past his hips without even unbuttoning them. His thin long cock is a boner alright, listing to the left... not hard enough yet to stick straight up.

Bean's looking at me, then he gets hold of his boner with two fingers and a thumb holding it up, then looks back at me again expectantly. "Whaddaya think, Dylan?" He's got a lot of pubic hair to go with the strip of chest hairs between his pecs and his happy trail that meets his pubic patch. I think to myself, 'I really should go back to my wild alley-catting days. I'm missing all the fun'. To tease Bean though, I say, "I can't do it, Bean. Um, I just can't." "Why not, you said you would. Dude, um, I mean, Dylan. Help a fellow posse boy out." I ask, "Ya got a condom, right?" His eyes open wide, "A condom? Wha..." I interrupt, "You don't have a condom?" He shakes his head, "Un uh." You're going to fuck me bareback?" Ha ha, like it's the most outrageous thing I've ever heard of. I'm being such a prick. He goes, "Yeah, is that what it's called, 'bareback'? Yeah, like last time." I go, "What? You didn't have a condom on the other time?" Again with the, "Un uh," from Bean, then," I'll buy some for next time though." "Oh, so you're an optimist too, huh?" He shrugs, "If you want me to be, sure." I say, "You'll have to kiss me first, ya know." Bean strokes his cock absently, muttering, "Oh, um, on the lips?" I go, "Of course, don't you wanna do that?" He shakes his head, "Un uh, noooo! No kissing guys." I chuckle, then lean over and kiss his hot lips and his head snaps back against the chair. He goes, "Ow," as his head bounces off the wooden back of the chair. He's rubbing his head and his lips. I ask, "Was that so bad?" He goes, "Yeah, it was, but I guess it felt just like kissing a girl." I say, "Yeah, lips are lips, ya know." he goes, "We kissed so now it's your turn." He's got me there I guess.

Looking him in the eyes a second, then I lean over and push his fingers away from his dick. He'd gone back to stroking himself after rubbing my kiss off his lips. I hold his cock in my fist. It's plenty long enough for a fist, or maybe two. Licking the head gets Bean lifting his ass off the seat and supporting himself with his back against the chair and his feet on the floor. He goes, "Aaaaah, ooh," then I suck the head into my warm wet mouth and up off the seat he goes again. Nice tight head on his dick. After sucking it for a few seconds I feel it getting harder in my fist. The tip of my tongue plays around in the slit giving me a slight urine taste for just a second. He's up off the seat again and running his fingers through my short hair, groaning, "Mmmmm. Oooh, fuck, ooh, ooh," his body as stiff as his cock. Then he sits back down until I suck in two inches of the shaft and he's stiff as a board again, up off the seat spraying precum at the back of my throat. My tongue works around the shaft as his cock gets harder and when I push my head forward the head of his boner pops past my gag reflex area and into my throat. A spurt of cum shoots out coating my tonsils so I back the head out of my throat and suck on it plus about an inch of the shaft for thirty straight seconds. He's back stiff as a board again making gargling noises in his throat as I feel his cock throbbing and then it explodes with a lot of cum. Bean's bouncing on the chair humping his hips poking the head of his cock against the inside of by cheek, the top of my mouth, and then it slides on my tongue all the time spurting creamy teen cum that taste surprisingly good. It's all that candy Bean's always eating I guess. Sweet.

He's finished his orgasm sitting limply in the chair moaning. I take his cock out of my mouth and let it drop against his bare thigh. His face is bright red as he continues doing little humps with his hips. He picks up his dick and strokes the softening organ as I go, "You didn't last very long." He defensively says, "I told ya I was horny, and I haven't jerked off since Wednesday. The guys thought you'd be home this weekend for haircuts and, ya know, I thought, ya know." I pat him on the shoulder, "I understand. Pull your pants up." He does, saying, "That was unbelievable, Dylan. I got a blow job last week from that slut, Mary Deabers You know, behind the bleachers at school. She blew three of us and she said my cock was her favorite. She don't know shit about blowing a guy's cock though, not compared to you." I go, "What a compliment, Bean," the sarcasm going way over his head. He mutters, "You're welcome." I say, "Lets do your haircut." He gets put back together and we walk to the stool in the basement with him saying, "I can still do you after the haircut. I recover really fast." I give him a doubtful 'look' and he goes, "No, really! I'm not kidding. Oh man, ya gotta let me. Whaddaya say?" I go, "We'll see. What kind of haircut do you want?" He goes, "I don't know. What do you think I should get?" Fuck, I hate it when they can't make up their minds. Exhaling exasperatedly, my cheeks puffing out, I go, "I don't know either,"and he says, "You cut it like you think it'll look cool." I give a quick thought to the 'short side with disconnected top' but reject that as too extreme.

Turning the clippers on, a hand on his shoulder, I say. "Give me a clue, Bean. Something short or maybe a trim like Ray got?" I'm hoping he'll go for the trim because it's easy, plus his idol got that, but Bean says, "Something short," so what the hell, that's what I give him. It's the haircut that's short on the sides and top but long enough to comb down on the front portion of the top. The crown was cut burr length meaning it sticks straight up. His bangs I cut to his hairline in a blunt cut without tapering. Trimmers outline around his ears, and then I pass him the handheld mirror. "Cool, Dylan! Yeah, that's good. You did this haircut for a couple of the posse boys before you left for college." Oh yeah, I guess I did at that. I pat his bare shoulder, mumbling, "Glad you like it," and then brush hair clippings off. He stands and brushes off his lap, saying, "I like that doggie style fucking, Dylan. Could you get totally naked this time though?" Hmmm, I do want him to fuck me. A quickie first one of the day. Then I think of my mom again and how she could pop in here at any minute from wherever she slept last night. I gotta stop being unfair about that too. She's an adult and can sleep with some guy if she wants too. It's just I've never had it so obviously in my face before. Distracted, I mumble, "Yeah, sure, Bean, um, but in my bedroom in case someone should pop in on us." He goes, "Oh shit, yeah, in your bedroom."

Going up the steps, he says, "Thanks for doing this with me, Dylan. Do you think I might be leaning towards, you know, being bisexual?" Wondering about my mom again, I look at him, "What was that, Bean?" He asks me again and I tell him, "Only you can answer that question, Bean. This might be a clue though: what do you usually think about when you jerk off?" His face turns red, "I don't know, um, girls?" He said it like a question. I look at him thinking, 'He doesn't think of me when he whacks off I hope'. I'm not going to embarrass him by asking, and he wouldn't tell me anyway. I rub his hair, "You're fine, Bean. Lots of straight guys get curious enough to try a little buddy sex." He goes, "Yeah! That's exactly what I thought too." Locking the door after we're inside my bedroom, Bean says, "You get undressed now." I'm not feeling that, so I go, "Nah, we don't need to do that. I'll pull my pants down, but are you gonna be able to get your dick up?" He's nodding his head, "Uh huh, no problem." I shrug and pull my pants down to my knees. He stares at my cock, then mutters, "I forgot you shaved your pubes. That looks hot, um, I mean cool." I hold my palms out with a questioning expression, like, 'You gonna do it or what?" and he goes, "Oh, right," and pulls his zipper down and unbuttons his pants pulling both his pants and underpants down. He's already half hard. From thinking about fucking me? Hmmm.

I turn around and bend over with my hands on my knees. I'm definitely looking forward to feeling his long skinny dick up my ass. First sex of the day, ya know. Bean rubs his cock up my ass crack breathing noisily. He does it a few times, then rubs the head on my butt cheek before pushing the head against my asshole. I glance back and see he's totally focused on my ass, his face flush with a look of concentration as he's sliding his tongue around his lips. The head of his cock goes in and I stifle a moan of pleasure. This will be a fuck without any initial hurt due to the minimal girth of his cock. It feels real good to me. I look back at him, still trying to discover why I feel this strange attraction for him. It's still alluding me. A big exhale from Bean as he mutters, "Whoa, this is the best fucking feeling ever,"and he pushes half that long cock of his up inside me. I try not to, but a quiet, "Ooooh," from me as my back arches a little. God that feels good. My cock is getting hard now and that feels good too. Bean's only now gripping my hips, then steadily the last four inches of his now hard cock slides

tightly, but pleasantly up my ass and he's like, "Aaaah, oooh, god!" and I feel his whole body shudder. His moan partially covers my, "Mmmmmm, ooh, ooh," but not entirely as Bean asks, "Feels good, don't it. I kinda remember how much you like it the other time, no offense intended." His pubic hairs are tickling my buttocks and then he leans fully against my ass and I don't feel them now. I sure feel that long cock up my ass though. I have to concentrate that I don't moan in pleasure too much. It'll confuse Bean into thinking I got the hot's fort him or something. Bean reaches over and cups my shoulders with both his hands, then he moans quietly and begins fucking me a new asshole. His hips keep a perfect fast hard piston action going and his eight inches of skinny boner flies back and forth in my ass feeling fantastic.

I try to act like it's nothing special, but he's fucking awesomely and I get into a constant low murmur of sexual pleasure. My prostate is being sensitized just right and the lips of my anus are tightly caressing his fast moving long shaft. I sucked Bean off a half hour ago so he's probably gonna go awhile before climaxing. My orgasm however is building fast and I'm already humping my ass into his fast thrusting hips getting into that desperate territory where I'm right on the verge of climax. All the signals are going off at the same time getting me into a whiny, "Oh, oh, oh oh,"and I even say his name, "Oh, um, um,. Bean, oh, oh," and my back arches as cum fires from my hard boner. A long stream that sizzles against the lips of my pee hole with my cock quivering and me humping wildly, moaning as another good shot of cum pours out leaving me shaking and weak feeling. Scintillating sensations of orgasm twirl around my ass and groin, my shoulders shuddering again under Bean's hands and then sensations fade and I hear Bean's grunts and moans. Looking back I see his eyes are closed and his skinny body is totally into each hip thrusts the way a dancer gets his whole body involved. I'm not sure he even witnessed my rather embarrassing display of losing control at that great orgasm he fucked out of me, oh man that was nice. I stare at him, still trying to decide what I find sexy about him. Bean fuck's me continuously for another four or five minutes and every minute of it feels good. Then he gets a look on his face like he startled. He gasps, then leans against me going, "Oooh, oooh," humping his groin against my buttocks, his boner way up inside me pumping cum into my bowels. I didn't feel the hit, just the creaminess and a moment of extra warmth, then the sloppy pumping, wild and awkward for a bit before he slows down, waits motionless as he breaths deeply, then pulls his nightstick-like dick out of my ass, and steps back, going, "Oh fuck, that was better than last time. Oh my God," and he's smiling, "Awesome, Dylan. Wow!"

He strokes his cock, then looks at his hand and laughs at the cum on his hand, "Fuck, I'm such a dork! But, dude, that was great, wasn't it? What'd you think, Dylan?" I grin, "It was pretty good, Bean. You fuck really good, dude." Bean beams, and looks down mumbling, "Thanks." We go into my bathroom to clean up a little. "Do you think we could do it again in like an hour, Dylan?" Jesus, I'd love to, but I go, "No, sorry, Bean, I gotta get ready to go out." He's like, "Oh, you're going out tonight. Yeah, it's Saturday night. Um, you think you and me could ever go out some night? You know, um, together." I say, "Like on a date?" He goes, "Noooo, not a date, dude. Just you and me hooking up and going someplace like the movies or bowling, and then you know, do this... what we just did... a couple of times in the car or something. I'd pick you up if you don't got wheels and even pay for the movie. In the car we could, you know, maybe get it on a couple or three times if you want. I recover like magic, so quick, ya know. You said you liked it, right? And, dude, you got pretty excited shooting off a couple of minutes ago. That got me hot, dude. Ya know, seeing you shooting juice because I fucked you. Hot!" Heh heh, I go, "Yeah, hot. No date though, huh?" He shakes his head, "I'm not like you gay guys, sorry but I don't think dudes should go on dates together. I'd feel funny, sorry, no offense." I'm pulling my pants up, my ass feeling fine. I feel fine. A simple straight forward fuck with a long skinny cock was just what I needed. That damn Bean is okay. I look at him, then run my fingers through his hair, holding on to some of it. "No kissing though, I guess." He's shaking his head with his eyes at the top of their sockets like he's looking at my hand grabbing his hair.

Bean eyes drop down to look at me now, and he goes, "Maybe, okay, I say maybe if you really have to kiss me, but I can't kiss you back. That's going too far." I nod my head, like what he said makes perfect sense. Having fun with this, I say "You mean like this," and I pull his head over using my fistful of his hair and kiss his lips getting a little sloppy about it and sucking on his lips a little too. He does have very sexy lips. His hands hold onto my waist as he goes, "Ummmm," and then I step back. "Like that would be alright though? Right, Bean?" He's puffing his cheeks out now blowing out a long exhale of air nodding his head, "Yeah, I didn't kiss back, so you can do that if you want. No problem. Whoa, I gotta catch my fucking breath. What kinda cologne are you wearing, dude? It's sexy." I'm like, "Cologne? I'm not wearing cologne." Bean frowns at that as he adjusts his crotch junk. I ruffle his hair again, saying, "Yep, we can do that hanging out together

thing. I don't see any reason we couldn't." He gives a big smile, "Okay, yeah, alright. And the stuff we did here too, right?" I'm like, "Most definitely." He nods his head trying not to grin, mumbling, "Well, okay then. Yeah."

Now he is grinning, pointing at me, "I didn't think you'd go along with it, dude. I was kinda nervous even suggesting it. Okay, next time you're home, would that be alright? We hang out together then. Where would you wanna go?" I say, "Shit, I'd leave that up to you, Bean. After all you're taking me out." He frowns, "This isn't a date, Dylan. I told ya that. I don't date guys. We'd be hanging out together, that's all." I go, "And doing what we did this afternoon, right?" "Oh yeah, definitely a couple times if you want, even like three times." I go, "And you'd pick me up and pay for wherever we go, like the movies or to get a burger, right?" He goes, "Yeah, I can do that, whatever you want." I can't tease him anymore, he's so dense. I've gotta break out in a big smile though with a chuckle, and he's like, "What?" as he smiles too. I'm thinking, 'He's gotta be putting me on as much as I'm putting him on'. I pat his back, then squeeze the back of his neck, "You're

alright, Bean," and he gives me the most awkward hug I've ever received, saying, "You're alright too, Dylan. Will you tell me when you're going to be home next?" I go, Yeah, um, I don't know when that'll be right now, but I'll shoot you a text." He grins, taking a big breath, "Alright then, you'll shoot me a text," and he stands here shifting his weight like he doesn't know what he's supposed to do now. I put my arm across his shoulder, saying, "Come on, I'll walk you out." Guess he's not putting me on even a little bit. Going up the steps, he says, "I kissed back a little." I go, "No problem, bro, whatever. It's our secret." At the front door he says, "Um, lets see if I got this right. Next time you're home you'll shoot me a text and you and me will hang out, am I right?" I go, "Bingo, Bean, that's it exactly, assuming my boyfriend is busy that night. Don't forget him." Bean says, "Yeah, I know, it's Rob. It's Rob right?" I nod my head, and Bean says, "You and me are just gonna hangout. Boyfriends don't come into it, Dylan. No offense, but just so you know, I'm not gonna be your boyfriend." I say, "Yeah, I know you're not." A pat his back, still grinning, "It's been fun. It really has, Bean." He smiles, "Thanks, you rock, Dylan," and he finally leaves. That was fun, and I do like him. Now if I could only figure out what it is that's different about Bean that I never noticed before, I'd definitely like to know what it is. I kinda got a little thing for him and I don't know why. He's a harmless naive kid without significant brain power, but there's something, but goddammit, what is it?

to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com (mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com)

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