Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 48

by Donny Mumford

Ryan has permission from fuckwad Marty to hang out with me after our weight lifting, so that's good although 'needing permission' is not good. Plus, Ryan's agreed he needs a new roommate, and this time I believe he means it, so that's very good. Robby's feeling better after his food poisoning so that's also very good. He's off playing a flag football game with his baseball teammates and I'm happy he's healthy again. Chubby's with John Beverly at a poker game in someone's dorm room, and that's not good because he's a bad poker player. That leaves Ryan and me who are standing in the apartment alone for the first time in three days, although to me it seems longer then that. We're acting a little awkward with each other and that's dumb, but I think it's because Marty is the elephant in the room and neither of us is sure how to deal with that. You know, should we talk about it now, or later, or what?

There are times when I'm with Ryan, like earlier today, that I sense a submissiveness hovering somewhere in my brain. That's a little odd because he's

the one who's fucked up and needing help and therefore not dominant at all. So I'm wondering if it's my subconscious mind that has me sort of thinking Ryan's a dominant figure when he's obviously not being dominant. Maybe I'm subconsciously remembering our past sub/dom sex play, especially last spring when he was playing the dominant role very effectively. Or maybe I'm wishing for sub/dom sex play with him and have somehow convinced myself I feel submissive to Ryan. It's be nice if I understood these submissive feelings especially now that Ryan, ironically, is being very submissive to Marty most of the time. It's not that I mind submissive feelings because they often increase sexual pleasure for me, but I would like to understand the whole dynamic better. I keep coming back to the theory that this subconscious submissiveness to Ryan that I feel at times is a hangover from the many earlier experiences he and I had together. It's not the first time I've mysteriously felt submissive to someone for no good reason. It's happens with Willie too. Whenever I'm with Willie, no matter how rarely I see him now, I seem to automatically fall into a submissive role for him. I assume it's because of Willie's and my long history together, just like I'm assuming it's because of Ryan's and my history together. Can't think of any other explanation for the submissive way I get to feeling when I'm with either of them.

Anyway, Ryan and I are alone in the apartment and it's, like I said, a little awkward although there's no good reason it should be. For something to say, I compliment him on the new leather necklace he's wearing telling him I

have a leather bracelet very similar to his necklace. He says, "Yeah, I've seen your bracelet and it's cool. This necklace though is Marty's. He says it symbolic of me wearing the dog collar I must wear in the dorm." I forgot about that, so I mumble "Um, you still need to wear that, huh?" He says, "The minute I walk in the room I need to put it on and buckle it tightly. If I don't get it tight enough to suit him, he really tightens it until I can hardly breath." I mutter, "That's a little sick," and he says, "Yeah, it's sick, but I'm conditioned to accept it now. Hell, most nights he puts a fat butt-plug in my ass too. Ties my balls and cock up on occasion as well. My cock was purple one morning when I woke up. Marty laughed at it and flicked it with his finger, then he made me suck his cock. He wouldn't take the string off the base of my cock until Rex had a chance to see it. The sick stories I could tell. Ya know I suck his cock every morning, right? When that big sausage of his is as hard as wood he takes out my butt plug and his boner slides right up inside me nice as you please. He fuck's and spanks me hard, at the same time too, and the climaxes I have are unbelievable. So those big orgasms are mostly why I put up with his other shit. Until recently that is, now the physical abuse and the way Rex and Marty get their rocks off humiliating me has taken the pleasure out of it for me." Huh, most of the stuff he mentioned, minus the black eyes, swollen lip, and broken finger, I've experienced once in awhile myself. But that's like saying, 'Aside from that, how'd you like the play, Mrs. Lincoln?' The physical pain and sadistic behavior by Marty are completely out of bounds, and not anything like I've experienced, or want to experience. Plus I'm not even including the unspecified humiliation Ryan mentioned.

He says, "But no more talk about Marty's sadistic behavior for now, okay? I've agreed with you guys that I need to get away from his influence and now

it's up to me to broach the subject with him and stop being a pussy about it. For now though, you and me should take advantage of this time we have together." I'm like, "Yeah, I'm good with that. Whaddaya want to do?" He shrugs, then grins, "I'll do whatever you want, but what I'm really hoping is you'll let me fuck you. And I'd love to give you the haircut we talked about because that's a major rush for me." He doesn't realize I've been sensing bouts of submissiveness towards him. I felt it right away when we were intimate in his Mini earlier, and the thought of him giving me a haircut gives me a significant submissive sensation. It's not like I'm sensing submissiveness constantly, but it does pop up randomly when I'm with Ryan. Presently my dick's jittery hearing him talk about giving me a haircut. I've been anticipating it feeling all squirmy in my belly and groin. I actually don't know how to describe it, but I'm beginning to think Sonny or Ryan cutting my hair creates a haircut fetish in me. Probably that's an offshoot of my submissive nature. It's something like this: I have no confidence either of them will do a good job cutting my hair, but I let them do it anyway because I'm sexually attracted to them and sitting still for them while they fuck-up my hair is a submissive thing to do. So I guess our first order of business this afternoon is going to be Ryan giving me a haircut even though the chance of him giving me a good haircut is far less than fifty percent. Granted, both Sonny and Ryan have surprised me at times and the haircut turns out better than I expected, but I can't depend on that.

Ryan says, "Okay, so how about getting the barber stuff now." I nod my head and adjust my junk then get the toiletry kit with the barber tools and lay

out the clippers on the kitchen bar, then plug them in. Regular clippers and the trimmer one. I move the barber stool away from the kitchen bar a little bit, and then take off my shirt looking at Ryan for more instructions. He says, "I just thought of something, Dylan. How about if I shampoo your hair before the haircut. You know, like you do for me." I take a deep breath, then say, "Sure, that'd be nice." He smiles, "Okay, would you get the bathroom set up for that 'cause I'm more than happy to return the favor. Hell, I'm glad to have the chance to do something for you since you're always doing something nice for me." That's about as far from acting dominant as he could be, yet as we walk through my bedroom I'm feeling a familiar sense of submissiveness to him. It's quite strange, but enjoyable just the same. I start pulling the straight back chair towards the bathroom, and he says, "Let me do that for you, Dylan." He carries the chair to the front of the sink as I hook the short hose with the spray head to the faucet, then get the water the proper temperature, and lastly get out the shampoo. Ryan asks, "How about a hand towel for behind your neck?" I get that and fold it. Ryan smiles, asking, "Why so serious, Dylan?" I say, "You know why," and he goes, "Aaah, really? You're kidding! Don't tell me you're feeling a submissive sensation come over you." My dick tightens as I murmur, "Uh huh." He says, "Well I'm happy for you because I know you like it. And I know first hand how awesome that feeling can be, but what the fuck... I'm not doing anything dominant." I shrug, and he says, "Whatever. Sit here and put yourself in my hands. I'll do my best to help you enjoy that submissive feeling of yours. It is kinda ironic when you think about it though, ya know because the submissive sensation you're feeling is exactly what got me in too deeply with Marty, and now somehow I'm giving that submissive pleasure sensation to you." I sit, saying, "It's not the same thing, Ryan, I know you're not like him. You'll look out for my well being."

He adjust the towel on the rim of the sink and tips the chair back. I get comfortable, and as he runs his fingers through my hair, he asks me, "Yeah, but how do you know I won't take you too far into submission the way Marty did to me? Especially considering you may even have a stronger urge for being submissive than I do, so it wouldn't be hard to take you as far as I felt like taking you." I mumble, "I trust you, that's all." He puts his finger under my chin lifting my head up as he leans down close to my face, saying in a whispery voice, "Maybe you trust me too much," and I get chills as I squirm in the seat with my cock firming up, making a bulge in the lap of my khaki cargo pants. He sees it, drops his hand down and squeezes my cock, asking, "Who does this belong to for the next hour or so?" It gets caught in my throat when I try to say, 'You, Ryan." He asks again, "Who?" and this time I can croak out, "You, Ryan." He moves his hand down a little further and squeezes my balls as I do more squirming in the seat, then he lets go and gives the side of my forehead a long wet kiss. He hugs my head, saying, "Wow, I love doing this with you, and you smell unbelievably good too. I'm so lucky I met you." I mumble, "Me too," and he goes, "Okay now, I hope you enjoy yourself 'cause I'm absolutely thrilled to be with you. Anyone would be," and he gives me another kiss, this one on my lips. My cock again is so hard it aches. Ryan is looking at my lap, saying, "That looks uncomfortable," and he leans over me to unbuttons my cargo pants and pull down the zipper. I grunt and adjust my boner off to the side. It pushes out my boxer shorts quite a bit now, but up against the soft cotton instead of the stiff khaki cargo pants it feels fine.

I know from experience Ryan can do a very good dominant act. Unzipping my fly is an example of a subtle dominant move by him. Dominant because it's not something you'd normally ever do to someone. He did it confident that I'd accept that he can do pretty much whatever he wants and that I'll enjoy the oddly attractive submissive sensation I feel because of it. I don't want to dwell on the knowledge he's acting though. It's more fun savoring my submission to him by believing he actually is dominant to little ole me. It's especially effective when I get deeply into a submissive trance convinced he's seriously dominant about being in charge and taking care of me. That's when the sensation gets arousing to a delicious degree. As I sit here waiting for whatever he has in mind, Ryan kisses my lips again, and pushing his glasses up his cute nose with his forefinger, he gives me a sexy smirk, and seemingly reading my mind, murmurs, "You can't be sure I'm acting though, can you? Especially because of what I've been through the last two months. Maybe I'll take out on you a little of what I've been enduring from Marty. I can share some of what Marty does to me by doing it with you. There's nothing you could do about it, right? How'd you like that?" I reach down and adjust my crotch, mumbling, "I don't know. Maybe I would like it, Ryan." He puts his hand on my forehead pulling my head back so my neck's resting on the hand towel again, "Relax, Dylan, and take my word for it, you don't want me doing to you what my roommate does to me, and now I don't want him doing it to me either. Not anymore I don't. You won't believe me probably, but Marty would have you acting like his pet goldfish in a week." I frown at that, muttering, "No he wouldn't because I wouldn't let him." Ryan's wetting my hair, "Lets not talk about that anymore, please. It's you and me tonight, Dylan, and there's no two people as good as you and me together." This isn't the time to argue that point, so I let it slide.

Ryan does the shampoo like he cuts hair, which is to say he does it too quickly. Fast moving hands, keeping his broken finger and the one it's wrapped

with, up and away from my wet, shampoo-sudsy hair. We're quiet as he continues doing everything too fast, but he does it for quite awhile and I find myself, like most everyone I've shampooed, relaxed and docile with my eyes lightly closed while hoping this will go on for a long time. It's awesome being fussed over by Ryan. I like the feel of his fingers tips on my scalp and the way his slender tight body leans against my shoulder at times. Ryan shampooing my hair is pretty much the opposite of him being dominant, but it's sensuous so my cock stays firm, although far from hard. It feels very good actually and when Ryan leans over to smile in my face I can smell him above the shampoo's fragrance. I don't want to speak because it might disrupt the nice place I'm in, but I do wish he'd kiss me again. Finally he quietly says, "Guess I can't drag this out any longer, Dylan, but I loved doing this shampoo for you, I really did," and then he does lean down, and with his arm wet against the back of my neck, he kisses me on the lips. Ryan's lips are so fucking sexy and then out of nowhere I see a picture in my head of Morgan's lips, chin, and the dark peach fuzz hairs on his upper lip. That's it! Morgan has lips like Ryan. That's what I saw in him. Ryan doesn't have peach fuzz on his upper lip though, he has sparse soft very curly whiskers above his top lip, and on the bottom of his chin too. He hasn't shaved since the last time I saw him and his light curly beard is so sexy. I feel it on my upper lip and under my nose as he's kissing me and hugging behind my neck. I do a quiet unexpected moan of arousal, "Oooh, mmm, Ryan," so quietly I don't know if I moaned in my head or if it was audibly.

Ryan's lips leave mine and he presses them lightly to my ear, whispering, "You're the only guy I've ever know in my entire life who's acted submissive to me, and who gets sexually aroused by me. I never knew I could be dominant or sexy to anyone until I met you. You can't possibly know what a rush it is seeing you submissive to me. I'll never forget the first time I realized you weren't faking it, but actually were submissive to me and aroused by me. Um, you are submissive and sexually aroused by me, aren't you Dylan?" I nod my head, and murmur, "Yes, of course, Ryan, and it's been that way for most of the time I've known you. You've got the most unique combination of personality traits, looks, body, scent, and just the general way you go about things. You often hypnotizes me deliciously without you even being aware of it. I can't explain it exactly, but no, I've never faked anything with you." He straightens up and begins rinsing the shampoo from my hair, saying only a quiet, "Thank you, Dylan." After rinsing my hair thoroughly he dries it with a towel, then uses a hair dryer, brushing my hair back from my forehead so when he's finished the dry hairs on top of my head are standing straight up. Turning off the noisy hair dryer he runs his fingers through my clean hair, mumbling, "It's almost an inch long now. Your hair grows as fast as mine." I take a deep breath tightening the muscles in my groin and stomach enjoying the sensations in my semi-hard cock.

Ryan pats my shoulder, "Come on, you, we're going into the bedroom now." I follow him resisting the urge to hug his slim body against mine. In the bedroom he opens a bureau drawer, saying, "Take your pants off, boxer shorts too." I do that wondering what he's up to. He turns around holding a pair of

jockey underwear briefs. "I want you wearing only this tight jockey underwear while I give you the haircut. It'll help you with your submissiveness by realizing you've only got underpants on and I'm fully dressed. Maybe help you feel like a little boy, ya know? Kick your sneakers off too, but leave your socks on. Underwear and socks only." He comes over as I'm standing here naked taking off my sneakers. Ryan pulls the underwear over my head like a hat, puts a hand on my shoulder and cups my cock and balls in his other hand, squeezing a little bit, saying, "Marty's inadvertently soured me of the notion that being submissive to him is pleasurable. I no longer think it is, but I don't know if he's turned me off to submissiveness in general or just where he's concerned. I know this much though, without hurting you, but while still being dominant to you, that this is sexually pleasurable for me in the extreme, but confusing as hell too." He does a little laugh, adding, "You know, confusing because it so contradictory that I'm very submissive to most, but dominant with you. It's crazy, but I want you to know I love doing this with you ten times more than doing anything with him. Now put your underpants on, go sit on the barber stool, and don't say anything unless I tell you too." He gives my bare ass a hard, "SLAP!" as I'm taking the underpants off my head, then another, "SLAP" as I'm stepping into them.

Underpants on, I hustle into the living room and sit on the stool with a boner tenting my underpants noticeably. Ryan turns on the clippers, looks at several size guides, then clicks a guide on the clippers and turns the clippers off. Picking up a comb he combs through the hair on top of my head, then on one side of my head appearing to contemplate something. He studies my hair, combing up some more of it. Then, standing behind me he gets a hand on my forehead pulling my head back against his chest, and holding it there, he says, "I know we talked about letting your hair grow out so you can have a buzz cut like mine, but since I probably won't have a buzz cut, not with Marty's running my life, I've decided to give you a burr haircut." The fingers of his other hand ruffle though the hair on top of my head, "I'll do it a half inch on top, but with very short sides. Okay, I know I've had a lot of trouble in the past blending the different lengths, but I'll never learn to do it if I don't practice it." He cups under my chin now, pulling my head up so he can lean over a little and look in my eyes, asking, "Do you have any objections to this?" I gulp because I have a lot of objections, but can't voice them due to me feeling very submissive at his ballsiness deciding on a burr haircut, which is shorter than a buzz cut. He lets go of my head pushing it forward roughly, mumbling, "I'll take that as a 'yes' that you have no objections, so don't act all pissed-off if the haircut gets fucked up." A buzzing starts in my belly and spreads all over my groin as my cock tightens up further. I can barely swallow and then I hear the sound of the clippers.

Holding the clippers out to the side he combs through the hairs on top of my head a couple of times, the clippers buzzing in my ears and my dick tightening up further. Then he runs the chippers too fast over my scalp and lots

of clean dry hairs clippings shower down on my shoulders, back, and lap. I moan to myself as precum drools from my hard cock wetting the front of my underpants. My body's stiff as Ryan haphazardly continues quickly running the clippers all around my head, pressing them against my scalp creating a layer of three-eight inch hair clippings on my shoulders and lap, some sticking to the precum on my jockey shorts. He runs the clippers over my head three times pushing my head in whichever angle he wants it in and holding it there until he's finished running the clippers through that section of my hair. Finally, with me gawking at the amount of cut hairs all around me, he turns the clippers off, saying, "Okay, that's done. I've given you basically a half inch buzz cut, Dylan. There's some uneven parts, but I'm cutting that down much shorter anyway. I probably should stop now that it looks decent, use the trimmers to outline around your ears and the nap of your neck, and leave it at that. I probably should, but I'm not going to do that. I'm turning this into a burr haircut, ha ha, as best I can anyway. It'll probably turn out to be an embarrassing disaster for both of us, but the next haircut I give you will be a better burr that this one is most likely going to be, and the one after that better still. At some point I'll likely be able to do it almost as good as you." He's got me thinking, now is the time for me to say, 'No', but I can't fucking make myself say it. My brain's indicating strongly to me that I'm in a deeply submissive frame of mind and Ryan's my main man so all I'm able to do is sit here and let my main man do whatever he wants to do with my fucking hair. You know, it's like Ryan lets Marty do whatever he wants to do to him. How to explain the emotions of scariness I'm feeling in this situation and the incredibly sexual sensations I'm feeling simultaneously. The bottom line is that Ryan doing this haircut is irresistible and I can't object because I think it's worth a shitty haircut to feel these submissive sensations. That's what I'm thinking now although I know I'll be pissed-off at myself tomorrow and for three weeks after that wearing a hat wherever I go. Robby will just shake his head chuckling at my fucked-up haircut. He likes giving me haircuts, and he's gotten okay at it, but he's not fanatical about it, and he knows I can't help myself. The jealousy days of old have morphed into resignation that some things aren't changing anytime soon.

Then Ryan's in front of me, seriously saying, "No, really, Dylan, is this alright with you? I don't need to try doing a burr. I'd like to try, but I just don't feel right about it because I'll probably screw it up." By Ryan saying that most of the submissiveness I was sensing fades away and my body relaxes, but I already miss feeling submissive. I've mixed emotions now, so looking at Ryan, I sputter, "Um, I don't know, Ryan. Ah, lets see, hmmm?" He ruffles my hair on top, grinning, "Yeah, I know it probably felt awesomely submissive to you for allowing me to do something you don't want. It's okay, I'll leave it a buzz cut. It looks good on you and maybe you, your roommates, and me can think of a way to get me free of the out-of-control Marty. Then we'll both have buzz cuts the way Rob wants. We'll be twin boyfriends again for real. Those were the best days of my life, especially you and me together." I take a deep breath knowing I'm going to do something stupid, but I want to feel that submissive sensation again and, what the fuck, if Ryan doesn't finish the haircut, Sonny will. Sucking on my lips, working up the stupid courage, I say, "No, you should do what you said. You're who's definitely in charge here." He puts a hand on both my shoulders, "You're obviously right about that. I was just testing your submissive loyalty to me without any intention of doing what you want. You were getting the burr haircut whether you said it was okay or not. Now stop slumping and sit up straight." See, I know what Ryan said is total bullshit. I know very well that he's just back to playing the sub/dom game. I know that, but I decide I'll believe he's serious in that I have no say in the matter. I'm telling myself he had every intention of doing whatever haircut on me he feels like doing. Pretending I believe that, allows submissiveness to slowly slide into my mind again. When I see him put a very short guard on the clippers my cock goes back to full alert and gets very hard again. I need to stifle a moan of arousal because it feels so good, maybe it's like the 'high' some people get from drugs.&

He turns on the clippers and gets behind me putting his left hand on top of my head and pushing it forward until my chin's against my chest. I'm totally in it now, fer sure. Ryan pushes the clippers against the nap of my neck and then up the back of my head about halfway and the familiar sound of hundreds of hair being clipped fills my head. Too quickly he runs the clippers a little further over and up the back of my head doing it again and again until the hair at the back of my head is cut down short enough to satisfy him. Then he pushes my head to the right and quickly does the left side, then the right side and the clippers turn off. As Ryan changes the guide on the clippers, he says, "That was an eight inch guide leaving very short hair in it's wake I'm afraid. Now I'll go up the rest of the sides and back with a quarter inch guide, which is very short too." I think I'm going to cum in my underpants so I hold my breath waiting for it to pass. Ryan rubs the back of his forefinger up the eight inch hairs around my ear, mumbling, "Wicked short. Just the way I want it for your haircut." The clippers are running in his right hand as he did that, now he looks at my crotch and sees how aroused I am. Without saying anything he reaches down with his left hand and uses his thumb and two fingers to pull the waistband of my jockey shorts down under my nuts and fastens it there. My boner sticks out straight and surprisingly the urge to climax subsides some. He leaves my jockey shorts like that and pushes my head to the right, then quickly begins running the clippers from the eight inch ridge of hairs up to the half inch hairs on top of my head. My head's roughly pushed forward then and he rapidly cuts the rest of the hairs on the back of my head, then the right side of my head. The clippers turn off and Ryan examines the results. I've been feeling really loose, like it's hard keeping my head up, so his hand on top of my head easily moves it here and there as he looks at his handiwork, muttering, "It looks like shit now, but if I can blend the different lengths I'm thinking... nah, I can't pull this off."

I'd love to give him some pointers on how he could 'pull it off', but he doesn't ask for any pointers and I probably couldn't talk anyway. Actually I'm feeling like Ryan's little brother getting a home haircut from my big brother. I respect and look up to him having faith he can do anything. He's like my hero and it's so dreamy having someone look out for me and take care of me like this. My much older brother knows what the best haircut for his little brother is. My eyelids feel heavy and I have a strong urge to stroke my cock that's begun throbbing, except my big brother might not want me doing that. Ryan's mumbling, I assume to himself, "Maybe I'll try using a comb and scissors to blend the lengths together." He gets a comb and scissors, then opens and closes the blades of the scissors a few times to get the feel of then. Then he combs hair on the side of my head and, "Scrunch" go the scissors cutting through the hairs. More hair clippings drift down to join the others on my shoulder. It's 'Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch," for a couple of minutes before he stops, and mutters, "No, this is just making shingles on the side of your head. I should have done it the other way." He pushes my head roughly, seemingly frustrated, like it's my fault he screwed-up. I cringe not wanting to disappoint my big brother. Putting down the scissors he takes the guard off the clippers, turns them on, and uses the comb to comb up hairs, then run the clippers along the comb. This continues unabated for a good five minutes with many little hair clipping constantly drifting off my head. The clippers turn off again and Ryan checks around my head, then turns on the clippers again and cuts more hair off my head. He does it steadily for another couple of minutes, now going partially up and over on top of my head where my skull begins to curve. I'm drifting in air floating around the room wondering how my big brother can drift with me and still cut my hair. I hear myself doing quiet moans, now very deeply into my trance-like state of mind and feeling absolutely wonderful. My cock buzzes constantly along with the buzzing clippers until I've totally lost track of time or where I am.

Then I don't hear the clippers anymore. My head lulls around and I'm staring at all the hair clippings on my precum- saturated jockey shorts. Lots and lots of short blond hair clippings all around me and on me. Then I hear the higher sound of the trimmer clippers and Ryan's pulling my ear away from my head outlining around my ear, then he walks around and does the same thing with my other ear. He smells sexy and his fingers feel sexy and I feel sexy. Now he has the comb against the nap of my neck at the hairline cutting some hairs there. He may have said something during this time but I was concentrating on the hypnotic sound of the clippers and didn't hear his words, if he in fact said any. Now it silent in here except for the subtle sound of Ryan's hand brushing hairs off my shoulders. I guess my much older and much bigger big brother has finished my haircut. He's using a hand towel now to brush off random hair clipping from my shoulders, back, chest, and stomach. I hear him say, "Off the stool, Dylan." Did he say, 'Little Dylan?' He pushes the back of my head so I stand on millions of hair clipping. Ryan comes around to stand in front of me rubbing both his hand over the burr haircut he gave me. I can't read his expression and then, both his hands drop to my shoulders and he presses down. I drop to my knees slowly and watch him unbuttons his pants and unzips his fly, then pulls his pants and underpants below his cock and balls. His eight inch long cock looks kind of firm already. My eyes drop a little to look at his oversized balls. With his hand on my burr head he pulls my head to his crotch and my face get tight against him, my nose buried in his pubic hairs. I gasp, tighten my stomach muscles and almost cum. A strong Ryan scent invades my head as he rubs my face around his groin, then pushes my head back and feeds me his firm cock. I suck on the head moaning around it outwardly now, "Ooooh, mmmm, ooh, mmmm," my tongue's going wild, circling his cock head as I take hold of the shaft and push more of his cock in my mouth sucking and licking his delicious male organ.

I suck and lick his cock with both my hands going up his stomach pushing his sweatshirt up. Two minutes of this with my eyes open staring at his tight

belly and glancing down at his big balls. It always seems incongruous for his slight body to have this ginormous cock and balls attached to it. My own cock is, and has been, sticking straight out from my body with me completely in love with everything my big brother does or has me do. "Mmmm, oooh, so good," I murmur, as my hand drops down and my fist goes around the shaft of his hardening boner. I twist my fist around it and then stroke the shaft of this long cock that's now become a steel-hard boner. He grunts and pushes his hips out as a long drool of precum hits my tongue. I savor the taste of the watery substance before swallowing it. Ryan grunts again and pushes my forehead as he steps back, groaning, "Aaaah, ooh, whoa." Deep breathing as I look up seeing my big brother is actually small, his chest heaving, his head back. He takes some deep breaths with his saliva drenched boner in his hand, and says, "Get on all four, Dylan," and my eyes blink rapidly on their own as the world drifts back into my consciousness. I mutter, "Ryan? Wha....?" He grins, "You're the most awesome person ever, Dylan. Oh my God you turn me on like nothing else." Glancing around I'm realizing where I am and that allows reality to creep into my dream world. I cough and look up at Ryan again. He looks so cool standing there with his boner sticking out, shiny with my saliva, and his cute grin as he pushes his glasses up his nose. His tiny beard is the hottest thing I've ever seen. I suck on my lips feeling so good. Instead of getting on my hands and knees though, much of my submissiveness having drifted away, I standup slowly and rest my arms on his shoulders, murmuring, "I feel good, Ryan," and lean into him with our lips coming together.

Ryan kisses better than anyone. His lips and those sparse whiskers of his rubbing against my face and his body tight against mine is so sexy. Our boners are pointing up next to each other between our bellies. Ryan's rubbing my back and up the back of my head and all of a sudden I think, "My haircut?" My lips make a wet slurping sound leaving his and I lean my forehead against his, asking, "How'd my haircut turn out, Ryan?" His lips form a big smile as he quietly asks, "How do you think it turned out? I didn't know what I was doing, you know that, but you asked me to do it, so I did, but..." and he hugs around the back of my neck and kisses me again. Our tongues lap together and then he licks up the front of my nose four times. I grunt and my body tightens with my cock throbbing as a long drool of precum wets both our bellies. He grins again, "I loved cutting your hair almost as much as I love fucking you," and he turns me around, the muscles bulging in his bicep. He grabs his cock and presses the wet head against my asshole. I go to bend forward, but he says, "No, just keep your knees bent like you're doing. Don't bend over." I didn't even realize I was bending my knees, but I need to because I'm taller than him so I guess I did it unconsciously from some preprogrammed part of my brain.

The lips of my anus spread as Ryan murmurs, "I want to fuck you slowly and make it last. I dream about this, Dylan. Swear to God, I dream about fucking you. And I don't mean just daydreams, but actual dreams. Dreams that sometimes cause nocturnal emissions. That means I have an orgasm in my sleep." I say, "I know what it means, ya nut," realizing my submissiveness is pretty much kaput and that's disappointing, but I don't need to feel submissive to enjoy getting fucked. Still, remnants of that dreamy submissive trance float around in my consciousness. I loved feeling like Ryan's

little brother. That was really cool and oh so sexually arousing. His arms around my waist, my hands gripping his forearm up from his wrists, which overlap. Half his cock's head is inside me and slight pressure from his hips pushes it in past my sphincter muscle with me shaking in his arms a little. He tightens his arms around me, his forehead against the back of my neck as he slowly pushes his cock up my ass. I'm trying to relax but that thing is big, and I soon grunt, "Ow, ooh." He quietly says, "I'll wait a bit, Dylan, but you smell so sexy it's... I don't know what." I'm not listening as I blow out puffs of air waiting for the soreness to fade, and when it does, I murmur, "Go ahead, big brother," and smile to myself. He pushes what feels like three inches of hard cock up my ass as he gasps, and murmurs, "Feels so fucking good," and then a grunt as he pushes a couple more inches in that hurt, but I don't say anything, just bite my lip and hold my breath. More hard cock presses up my ass and I'm now holding Ryan's arms so tightly my knuckles are white and then I feel his pubic hairs on my buttocks, and then I don't as he presses his groin tightly against my ass. He gasps, and moans, "Mmmm, so tight, mmm, ooh, gawd, this feels good."

He moves his forehead back and forth on my shoulder, murmuring, "I love you, Dylan. Oh fuck do I ever love you. Ooh man, this is so good." I'm so filled up back there it feels like I need to shit, but that fades away as sensations of pleasure take over and my rectum hugs Ryan's fat hard long cock as my stretched anus sizzles with delightful sensations making my shoulders shudder. He pulls back his cock, almost out of my ass, hesitates and then steadily pushes it back up my ass and I go, "Ooooh, god, mmm, ooh, ooh, yeah, Ryan, fuck me." His hips begin moving and thrusting that big expanding boner of his and I'm groveling in his arms, my head back, the side of my face moving against the side of his and it's incredible. I'm the only person he's ever fucked and yet he fuck's so good it's like really unbelievable. Of course his large equipment has something to do with that too. With our faces sliding together his scent is strong and his arms feel strong too and the sensations in my rectum increase with every thrusts of his big cock up my ass. A few minutes of pure bliss before Ryan begins making little high whiny sounds and I can only hope he's not going to climax this soon. My rectum feels so fucking good, his hard cock tightly stimulating the lips of my anus, and sliding over my prostate gland almost constantly as the eight inches of hard cock travels back and forth inside me. Ryan and I are both breathing hard and moaning, with him continuing his whining sounding and moans of arousal to go along with my constant, "Um, umn, um, ooh, um, ooh fuck, Ryan it feels so good, oooh." He's fucking much faster now, and I guess so much for the slow drawn-out fuck he mentioned. When the strong climax urge takes over your brain, like it obviously has with Ryan, instincts take over. I'm up on my toes now as my own orgasm is on me hot and heavy now. I'm desperately pushing back at his thrusting. One of his arms comes up around the front of my neck, like Tracy fuck's me, and Ryan pulls my head back wildly thrusting his cock up my ass. Thirty seconds later I squeal, struggling mightily in Ryan strong arms, my back arching as my vision goes white as I squeal with cum soaring out of my cock shooting straight out four or five feet to splatter on the front of the desk. It was a long stream of cum that built-up in my balls all through the dominant haircut.

As I struggle to catch my breath, four short shots of cum follow the long one making me do a high squeaking sound as each one tantalizes the head of my quivering cock. The sensations in my rectum and all around my groin area and belly have me shaking and Ryan's attempt to hold me still pulls us over and we flop on the floor, his boner coming out of my ass as a long steam of cum shoots from Ryan's cock and streaks up my back and the back of my head. He's up on his knees as quick as a cat, humping his cock back up my ass and pumps spunk from his nuts inside me. I don't feel it hit but the slipperiness is obvious. His cock slides smoothly back and forth now. I'm laying on my stomach holding my ass up for Ryan as he does a half dozen more thrusts, then lays in his own cum on my back. We lay on my bedroom floor, half on and half off the throw rug beside my bed. I'm taking deep breaths still savoring all the aspects of my climax. A final shudder though and the last of the sensations of orgasm fade away. It leaves me smiling though because that felt so fucking good. It was destined to be a relative quick fuck because we both were aroused by Ryan dominantly giving me the haircut he decided for me. I'm guessing about Ryan's arousal of course, but mine was high and I think he was turned on too. Then my haircut is on my mind again. Not the

arousal part, the reality part. I reach up and feel it for the first time. Yeah it feels bristly short, but I can't remember the last haircut I got that didn't feel bristly short. Ya can't tell the evenness of it by feeling it though. Then I feel the back of my head near my neck and it's like sandpaper so we might have a problem. Well I knew it'd probably be a problem, but now I'm talking major problem here.

Ryan gets up on his knees, pulling his cock from my ass. He rubs my head, saying, "I saw you feeling your haircut. Do you wanna see it?" I say, "Maybe I better not. I'd rather think about the awesome sexy way I felt when you were cutting it, and then this fantastic orgasm you expertly fucked out of me. Let me savor those things before I look in the mirror." He giggles as he wipes his hand up my back smearing his cum up and over my shoulder. "Icky," he mutters, and then sits on the floor Indian style, saying, "I did a really good burr haircut for you, Dylan, and I think you look hot with it too." I hesitantly ask, "Really? You're not breaking my balls?" He shakes his head, "Nope, it's a good haircut. Maybe not as good as you cut hair, but I'll bet it's as good as the average Joe-blow barber can do. At least as far as a burr haircut goes. That's the only one I studied. That and the buzz cut, which is simple." I'm like, "Studied? Where the fuck did you study doing a burr haircut?" I jump up and look in the mirror. Huh, he gave me a short burr haircut with short, well tapered sides. It almost exactly the haircuts Ray ordered us posse boys to get last summer. Ray wanted his posse boys wearing short, tight burr haircuts and that's exactly how Ryan cut mine. Of course he couldn't know that because Ryan was in Georgia at the time. Going into the living room I grab the hand held mirror to check out the back of my head and, huh again, I couldn't have done any better myself. What the fuck? Ryan comes out of the bedroom with his pants buttoned up. He's grinning, "Surprised, aren't you? There are only a couple thousand 'how-to' haircut videos online. When Marty had me ankle-cuffed to the desk chair and he was out doing who-knows-what with Rex, I'd do my homework and then study 'how-to' videos about home haircuts. I just watched the burr haircut ones mostly 'cause I was hoping to surprise you sometime." He's beaming as I hug him, "You're awesome, Ryan," and I kiss him a few times on his face feeling good because now I know that much of the time Ryan was in his dorm room he was thinking about me. That's sweet, ya know?

Well, I'm still naked of course and I've got my back pretty much smeared all over with Ryan's cum, plus it's drooling out my ass, so I say, "I gotta shower, Ryan. You wanna take one together and maybe you'll want to fuck me again?" He's rubbing my head staring at his handiwork, "You're pretty blasé about this cool professionally done burr haircut I did for you, Dylan." I go, "Well hell, Ryan I'd have been shocked if you didn't do a good job. Your

haircutting prowess is exceeded only by your awesome fucking, dude. You're my big brother and my hero." He says, "Yeah, I'll bet. Hey, why don't you put some clothes on and we'll have a smoke on the balcony. Ya got any beer?" I shake my head, "Nah, no beer, but I thought you weren't allowed to smoke." He says, "I'm not supposed to have sex with anybody either, but with you all bets are off. What that asshole doesn't know won't hurt me." In my bedroom I pull on my khaki cargo pants and look for a dirty sweatshirt, finding one of Robby's and pulling it on over my head. Why smear Ryan's cum from my back on a clean shirt? While stepping into my sneakers I'm watching Ryan standing at the bedroom door watching me. We grin at each other, and he says, "We're really something, ain't we?" I smile, "Yep, we are, and walk over to him putting my arm across his shoulders for a shoulder hug. Ryan seems to meld into me and I kiss the side of his head, mumbling, "You smell good too." We get our coats and on the balcony I give him a cigarette and we light them, then I give Ryan a smoking hot kiss, blowing my exhaled cigarette smoke in his mouth and watch it come out his nose. We do that a couple of times grinning like nuts, then he asks, "What'd you mean when you called me your big brother and hero?"

I blow exhaled smoke at him, smirking. He bats it away, "No, really, what'd you mean by that? You seemed serious." So I explain how I got so submissive to him I thought I was his little brother getting a home haircut from my hero, my big brother, Ryan." He nods his head, not laughingly mocking me for such a bizarre scenarios like most guys not into, or knowledgeable about,

sub/dom sex would do. As two submissive natured guys we both understand the sometimes strange tricks our minds play on us in our willingness to be submissive to someone. For me it's mostly during sex, or when I'm anticipation sex, or just after sex that I feel the tantalizing submissive sensations. For someone who allows themselves to get too deeply into it with the wrong dominant sex partner, Like Ryan's done a few times, it can lead to a very unpleasant situation. Then there are the slave/master group who are way out of my league, and while I don't judge them, that's not for me. Marty is basically a sadistic bully prick rather than a 'master' to Ryan. He didn't chain Ryan up in a dungeon and whip him, but he does treat Ryan much worse than is expected in most casual sub/dom relationship, that I'm familiar with anyhow. You add humiliation and excessive pain to the equation and any attraction for it is lost on me. Ryan goes in for much more of that than I'd ever consider, but he's reached his limit now and wants out. I ask him a question that's been on my mind, "Ryan, um, do you feel for some reason you deserve to be punished?" He goes, "Whaddaya mean?" I shrug, realizing it could be a touchy subject, so I hedge a little, "I don't know, but you've gotten yourself in similar situations, similar to the one with Marty, I'm guessing it's been at least three other times and I wonder if you know why you allow that to happen. Maybe there's some reason you think you deserve it."

He isn't forthcoming about that, so I ask, "How'd it happen the first time. Ya know, before I met you." He flicks his cigarette butt into the parking lot and it bounces off a car. He goes, "Oops!" and I'm still looking at him, so he adds, "I don't know how to answer your question, but it's one I've asked myself about ten thousand times. I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind." Huh. I smile, "I don't mind," and flick my cigarette butt off Ryan's leg, which is amazing because I was aiming in the opposite direction. He chuckles, "Ya don't have to get pissed off I don't want to discuss my embarrassing willingness to be treated like a lowlife." I go, "That cigaret te flick was a rare miss-flick by me." He grins, "Rare, huh?" Then he says, "I can't answer your question, Dylan, because I don't know myself. I do know that next to my parents you're the only person in the world who makes me feel special. Robby always treats me good, but you treat me good and make me feel special too." I mumble the obvious, "You are special." He just gives me a wry smile because I don't think he thinks he's special, which makes me sad. He lifts my wrist to look at my watch, "It's only five-thirty, Dylan, we've got the whole night ahead of us." I give him a hug, "Lucky us. I'm gonna get us some beer so we can get a little drunk together. Hey, you have any weed left?" He shakes his head, "Nah, Marty and Rex smoked it all." "You didn't get to smoke your own stash?" He says, "Well a couple of times early on they made me smoke six joints in a row until I didn't even know my own name. One of those times he took me to that mixer in a dog collar and leash. We were all high as hell. Then they decided they were wasting it on me so he'd handcuff me to something and then get high with Rex. They'd usually make out when they got high, then make me blow them both, and they'd take turns fucking me." I do not want to hear anymore of that, so I go, "Yeah, we need to get drunk. Come on, lets see what's up at Tracy's."

I've got cum dried on my back, ass, and the back of my legs, but nobody except Ryan knows that so we clean up what we can. Ryan wipes my ass and the back of my head where some of the cum reached and I say, "I'll get the rest in a shower later on. After I wipe up the cum from the front of my desk and on the floor in front of it, we hit the parking lot. At Ryan's Mini, I say, "Please let me drive, Ryan." I want to add that he lets Marty drive all over the place in the Mini. Fuckwad and Rex actually, while Ryan handcuffed in the dorm room I guess. I don't say that though because I don't want to rub it in, and Ryan probably had no say in the matter anyway. Ryan hesitates, then says, "Yeah, sure, Dylan, you drive." It's not a long drive, but I could tell there were a few times Ryan wanted to tell me to go slower or not to be so close to the car in front of us, but he didn't say anything. Parked at Tracy's, Ryan grins at me rubbing my head, saying, "This haircut looks so cool on you," obviously looking for more compliments. I accommodate him telling him it's as good a burr haircut as I've ever had. Considering I've only had a couple of the 'burr' variety it isn't much of a compliment, but he eats it up making me feel good. I give him a hug and a kiss on top of his head and we go up the steps to the speakeasy.

I get a nice greeting from the regular bouncer who collects money and checked for college IDs at the door. Then he asks Ryan for his college ID, but I

say to the bouncer, who's name I can never remember, "He's with me," and the bouncer shrugs and extends his arm, like: 'come on in'. I buy Ryan a beer telling him, we'll have one here and then I'll buy a couple of six packs to go. Ryan and me are walking to my usual spot on the railing when I see Tracy laughing with some guys and girls I don't know. He doesn't see me though. We run into Felix Jonnas, Ryan's friend from last year who we discovered has just transferred to BC. Felix introduces his girlfriend and we continue over to the railing with Ryan and Felix reminiscing. Tracy catches my eye, then he wiggles his forefinger indicating: 'Come here'. Oh fuck, I've got Ryan's cum dried on my ass.

to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com

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