Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 56

by Donny Mumford

Tuesday got off to a rocky start for me with everybody yelling at me for no good reason, but things got much better in the afternoon. Robby and Danny are at baseball practice while Ryan and me had ourselves a hot sexy time in the apartment. It seemed special somehow, maybe because I told Ryan I'm in love with him. That's not something he or I took lightly and it's too recent for me to consider the implications regarding how it effects Robby and me. I assume it won't have much of an effect at all, if any. Robby and I have had side-sex partners for our entire three year love affair, so now we have side-sex partners we love. He said he loved both Danny and me just last night. Maybe that has something to do with me admitting to myself I love Ryan. It probably did, but so what? Experience with Willie indicates to me that love can fade as it did with me for him. Maybe my love with Ryan will fade in time too, but it's been the opposite with Robby. My love for him gets stronger, not weaker, and for that reason I believe he and I will eventually fulfill our plans for the future. When that will be I don't know, but I can't imagine a life without him in it and I don't expect that to change. In the meantime we'll see if Robby's right that this can be proof that he and I are meant for each other when everything is said and done. In the meantime we'll see if having side-sex partners we love changes anything meaningful between Robby and me. I don't expect it will.

Ryan and me are in the shower together shampooing each other's hair and washing each other giving special attention to our asses and the equipment between our legs. Then, while rinsing off under the strong flow of water, we hug together enjoying the feel of another guy's body against our bodies. The hot water heater in this apartment's may very well be too small, but the water pressure is excellent. Ryan gives me a loving kiss that last almost a minute and leaves me breathlessly hanging on his tight smaller body. I'm clinging to him for some reason, the side of my face against the side of his. as he rubs my back quietly asking, "Have a rough morning, did you?" I go, "Yeah, but this afternoon with you made up for that." He murmurs, "This is probably the best afternoon of my life thanks to you," I go, "Uh huh," and he's like, "Come on, lets get out now." We turn off the shower and do just that. While drying ourselves we have our own private thoughts. I'm realizing I've been acting with Ryan in some ways like I've acted with Robby at times. I've been feeling the same sort of buzzing at my lower belly and all around my groin that I get when I'm especially hot for Robby. It's a sexual sensation with love and affection, in this case for Ryan, but I've felt similarly with Robby. When I even look at Ryan my dick buzzes and I want to hug

and kiss him and suck his cock or rim his ass, anything to please him. It's really a disturbing sensation of loss of control, but it feels good too.

I glance at him and see Ryan staring at me. Then he grins, saying, "Damn, you have the hottest body, Dylan. You always have had a hot body, but the lifting has really highlighted muscle definition taking it up a couple of notches. With your pubes shaved your just about hairless and that's hot to me. I don't like body hair, generally speaking, and ironically every single dominant asshole I've ever bowed down to had a lot of body hair. God, what a fool I've been. Oh well, you helped me break that habit, Dylan, you really did." I say, "You've told me that before, Ryan. It was when you saw how submissive I got to Marty, wasn't it." He's like, "Yeah, of course it was. I was horrified to think I was like that and much worse than that. To see you submissive to him was like a real smack in the face." He's towel drying his hair and since mine is shorter it dried quickly so I'm just standing here naked watching Ryan. I like watching the way he does stuff. For something to say, I ask, "You could get me even more submissive to you than Marty got me, couldn't you?" He shrugs, "Yes, but I'm never going to." I'm like, "Yeah, but I was just thinking how much I loved that feeling of being super submissive to you. You know, a year or so ago when you got me feeling like I was a little kid that you were taking care of. Remember?" He says, "Of course I remember, but I'd need to beat on your ass and then treat you like a little boy and humiliate you to bring out that level of submission and I won't do that. No way. I wasn't in love with you then so I could do it even though I was extremely fond of you as a friend and side-sex buddy, which is your term, by the way."

We go into the bedroom where Ryan asks if he can borrow some of my clean clothes. I try handing him some of my favorite stuffs, but he refuses to borrow my cool clothes and instead chooses an old sweatshirt of mine and an even older pair of sweatpants, the kind with elastic around the ankles. We go out on the balcony for a smoke on this nice spring day. Ryan take a drag, saying, "We oughta give these things up, don't ya think?" and I'm like, "Yeah, I'm going to give up cigarettes when I graduate. I think college is the time to smoke cigarettes and drink too much and enjoy being young. Have a lot of sex too. I'll get serious after college." He chuckles, "Oh, so you're going to stop smoking just like that and then turn on seriousness, huh? I hope you stop smoking but don't get serious because you're sweeter as a free spirit." I chuckle. "I'm a free spirit, huh? I'm curious, and please be honest with me, do you think I'm immature?" He grins, "Duh, yeah, of course you are, but you pull it off awesomely. I wouldn't change a thing about you even if I could." I say, "That's a nice thing to say, Ryan, thanks." He shrugs, "Yeah but, um, well there is something you'll need to stop doing though. I mean if we're going to be romantic lovers rather than just side-sex buddies." Knowing damn well what he's going to say, I ask, "What's that?" He gives me a 'look', "Come on, Dylan, you know very well what I'm talking about. You need to cut out your frivolous side-sex. No more of that, okay?" Frivolous side-sex, huh? I guess he means one and done experiences. Damn they're fun though. Still, I give a partial okay to that, "Okay, I'll try for you, Ryan, but for the record I have far less of that than you and Robby seem to think I have." He gives me a rye grin, mumbling, "Everything's relative. What I think is a lot you may thing is a pittance." I ask, "Pittance? Doesn't that refer to a small amount of money, like someone's job pay only a pittance?" He says, "Whatever, it's small."

Moving on from the dicey subject of side-sex, I ask, "I've been wondering, since you gave up being submissive during sex a couple of months ago, don't you miss it? I mean your entire sex life, other than with me, has been as a submissive bottom." He shrugs, "Yeah, you'd think I would miss it, but I don't. I've tried to understand that and decided being a submissive bottom became a ingrained habit of mine rather than something enjoyable like it was in the beginning." I've got another question for him, "Why did you think you deserved being treated badly back then? I've never felt I deserved being treated badly even though I get my rocks off being submissive at times. Times I choose to be submissive. You, on the other hand, accepted excessive abuse and humiliation for long periods of time." He flicks his cigarette butt way up in the air and we both watch it come almost straight down, just missing the railing to fall to the ground below. I go, "Cool!" He grins, "Yeah, that's me alright, cool. No, I never once in my life thought I was cool. Kids wouldn't let me think that. I was small and wore glasses so at an early age I was labeled a geeky nerd and I couldn't shake that even when I made the starting baseball team as an undersized ninth grader. Then I was that geeky four eyed goon fag of a baseball player. And at home my parents treated me like I was the most awesome kid ever born. Plus, I realized I was gay early on and my early sex partners were older, so I did the blow jobs which led to me being the bottom and that turned into me becoming submissive because I felt inferior to the tops who I sucked off and who fucked me. The more I took, the more they dished out. When I had submissive gay sex with some guys I felt like I had a friend. I didn't want to lose them so I accepted whatever they dished out, and like I said it developed into a ingrained habit to be like that. It wasn't me thinking I was a bad boy and deserved being treated badly. None of them were friends obviously, they exploited and took advantage of me even as they mocked and humiliated me. It all seems inexplicable to me now, but that's how it went back then. It was always something I could fall back on if I felt lonely and friendless. Kids can be very cruel and really do a number on other kids' head at an early age." I'm like, "Jesus, they called you a fag. Did everyone in high school know you were gay?" He shakes his head, "No, of course not, but a few did and it just became accepted to call me a fag even though almost everyone who called me that didn't actually think I was gay. They didn't think I was anything. Anyway, I only connected with someone when I'd be their submissive bottom, which is what I thought I was. And then, like I said, I think it because habit forming. A habit I've finally broken."I go, "Your life story is enough to make be cry, Ryan. I'm so sorry you had to live through that. I had no idea it was that bad." He shrugs, "I stayed home where it was safe much of the time, but when I got lonely I looked for someone to treat me like a submissive fuck toy."

Well that wasn't uplifting at all. I give Ryan a hug, and he adds, "Then I met Rob by jokingly around with him all the time saying I'd blow him whenever he wants me to. I basically was reverting back to what got me attention in the past. And he's so attractive I had this enormous crush on him too. I knew you were his best friend, but I didn't think you guys were gay. You didn't fit the mold at all. I found out you were gay when Rob began screwing me and he told me not to get too attached to him because you were his boyfriend who he loved with a passion. So then I was jealous of you and was positive you were a stuck-up snob. I also thought you were even cuter than Rob, which I could hardly believe. I was absolutely blown away when I first saw you two together, before I knew you were gay. I was like, how the hell can someone be better looking and cuter that Rob. He was the cutest guy I'd ever seen up till then." I go, "I'm not better looking than, Rob. Maybe my brother is, but not me." He waves his hand at me, "Get outta here with that bullshit. They're both good looking and cute, but you're in a whole other league than anyone I've ever seen." I'm grinning asking, "What the cutest part of me?" Ryan laughs, then, "I've been pumping your tires enough today. You've receive your quota of compliments already. Get your cute ass inside and get the barber stuff out. You've stalled long enough." I go, "I'm not stalling, I like you giving me haircuts." He mumbles, "Lets see if you like this new haircut you're getting."

We go inside and I get the toiletry kit I keep the clippers and barber stuff in. As I'm laying the clippers, guides, scissors, mirror, and comb on the kitchen bar, I ask, "What do you mean 'new haircut'? You asked Robby if you should give me 'that' haircut. What kind of haircut is that?" He's pulling the stool over near the end of the tile floor of the small kitchen area, saying, "Yeah, on the phone when I called him from the airport I asked what he thought of me not using a guide for the sides and back of your head. He said go for it so that's what I doing today. I like the idea of a military style haircut on you." I'm like, "Oh you do, do ya? Do I have any say in this matter or should I buy camouflage cargo pants and shirt and dress like a soldier?" He laughs, "That'd be extra sexy hot dressed as a soldier, especially with the haircut you're going to get." I take my shirt off and sit on the stool, asking, "How long do I need to have these ridiculously short haircuts of yours?" He goes, "Until I'm positive your submissive side is satisfied enough by me that you're no longer a danger to yourself getting hooked up with some out of control sadistic dominant asshole like I've had to deal with." I go, "I've told you a hundred times I know when to quit that shit. Hell, I've hardly had any sub/dom sex for months." He asks, "What do you call what you did with Marty?" I go, "A little oral sex, that's all it basically was." He says, "It was much worse than a little oral sex. Anyway you're getting the haircut I chose for you, Right?" I shrug, "Yeah, why not. It's not like something new for me. It's been going on starting with this kid Willie Worthington almost four years ago now." He says, "Good, then there's no problem." I go, "Ha ha, what you don't know is I get my rocks off from you giving me these haircuts. I'm not complaining so much as I'm curious about how long you have in mind giving me these burr haircuts, that all." He combs through my hair. It's grown to almost an inch, whoop-dee-fuckin'-do. Ryan mumbles, "Lets just say you'll get these haircuts as long as I feel like doing them, and leave it at that. This is your haircut from now on." I go, "Okay," and them tell him, "Robby is copying you, you know. He told me to give Danny the same haircut I get." Ryan's eyebrows go up, "Really? Danny's coming over tonight for a haircut, right?" I go, "Oh no, don't you dare take him away from me, Ryan. I wanna do his haircut." He says, "By now I don't think you can do this haircut as good as I can. Danny should have the best, don't ya think?" I'm like, "Please, Ryan," and he's like, "Okay this time, but we'll alternate after tonight." Biting my bottom lip, I fight off a pout realizing that if Ryan insisted I'd give in to him and let him do Danny's burr haircut. Ryan has the perfect amount of dominant behavior, much of which I don't even notice anymore. Sort of like Robby's bossiness. I like it.

Ryan turns on the clippers without a guide on the blade and they make that 'barber's clippers' sound that gets my dick buzzing. It didn't use to affect me like this, but I've definitely slipped into a for real haircut fetish some time over the past couple of years. The clippers' alone will leave a sandpaper-feeling hair in it's wake. There's a slimmer head for the clippers that would leave the scalp feeling smooth, but even then the trimmers could take the hair down even shorter, like a razor. The trimmer clippers will leave a noticeable outline even though the hair fells like rough sandpaper. As he always does, Ryan puts his left hand on top of my head and pushes my head over as far as it'll go, my ear almost touching my shoulder, and he holds it there. I wouldn't move my head anyway, but he doesn't take any chances. Head movement when using the clippers can leave a shingle cut in the hair. Ryan runs the clippers most of the way up the side of my head and the one inch hairs fall away bringing on the first tingling of a submissive trance. I love it. As Ryan continues unhesitatingly along the side of my head I feel more and more submissive just sitting here allowing him to do what he wants even though I know I won't like it when he's done. That doesn't register now though. What registers now is the confidently way he's cutting my hair without any concern about what I want. That's the dominant part. Further adding to my submissive sense is I'm afraid he's doing it too fast, but that only adds to the submissive way I feel as my cock gets hard making me want more... cut it shorter if you want. The fact the last three haircut have been as good as I or anyone could do doesn't enter my mind. It's sexier thinking it could be a disaster of a haircut. That's what was so hot about the way Sonny gave me haircuts. I not only didn't want him doing it, I didn't think he even could, but he did it anyway. Very short haircuts leave very little room for error.

Done the right side of my head he steps around behind me and with his left hand on top of my head he pushes my head forward until my chin hits my chest. I'm resisting the urge to feel the almost bare scalp on the side he just finished. Instead I'm smelling the back of my hand concentrating on the vibration I feel on my cock as a very submissive sense now slides over me as

Ryan holds the clippers against the back of my neck and then runs them almost to the crown. I can picture in my head the bare scalp next to the one inch long hairs and it makes me squirm while suppressing a submissive moan. This is hot knowing I'm not going to like my finished haircut. Ryan says, "No squirming!" A quiet, "Mmmm," slips out of me as he keeps moving those clippers, cutting most of the hair off my head. I feel him rub the barbered area with the palm of his hand, murmuring to himself, "Yeah, this is what I had in mind." Then my head is pushed to the right and he starts in on the remaining side. I strain my eyes to see the one inch cut hairs covering my shoulder and my cock tightens up further and then throbs like I'm going to cum. I move my ass on the stool a little and Ryan pushes on my head, "Stop moving, Dylan!" I know I'm gonna cum, and then when he runs the clippers up from my sideburn and the hairs drift past my view, I grunt humping my hips a little and cum in my pants. The clippers are going up the side of my head again as my groin muscles tighten squeezing out another spurt of cum and I feel it get wet in my lap. I enjoy the buzzing around my groin area for a few seconds and then I calm down and I stop squirming as a submissive feeling flicker and then fade away completely. Small orgasm, but I got a real nice feeling from it. Oh wow, fucking fetishes rock. Of course now I'm stuck with a shitty haircut.

Ryan finishes up the left side and turns the clippers off and uses his hands to wipe the hairs of my shoulder. Then he runs the palm of his hand up the back of my head, saying, "This is the Marine haircut I saw on a guy in Georgia. A couple of guys actually, but only one was blond and cute reminding me of you. I thought, Dylan would look hot with that haircut. And you will too after I blend the sides and cut the top short." Completely out of my delicious submissive trance now, I ask, "How short?" He says, "They'll be a part at the middle top where it'll be a quarter inch, but the rest will be shorter." I go, "And I have no say in the matter, right?" He goers, "Nope, none at all, my sweet submissive boyfriend." I tell him, "You made me cum in my pants, ya know." He goes, "Get out of here, I did not." I brush hairs off my lap and point to my khakis near the zipper where the cum soaked through. He goes, "Oh, fuck, that's so cool." and hugs around the back of my neck kissing the side of my forehead, "That'S incredible, you didn't touch yourself, right?" I'm like, "No, I didn't need to, and I felt yummily submissive through most of the haircut too." He says, "Yummily? What the fuck kind of word is that?" I go, "It's a word, or it should be." The rest of the haircut Ryan uses the clippers over comb method rounding the burr-look on top. When he's done he uses the trimmers outlining around and behind my ear, proclaiming, "It's exactly like the Marine's haircut, exactly!" He's proud of himself holding the handheld mirror in front of me so I can see. It's way too short and doesn't look cool to me at all. I say, "I hate it," and he says, "Get used to it, that's you for the foreseeable future." That gets my wet dick's attention too.

Sitting on the stool I'm feeling my head of sandpaper-hair on the sides and back and the stiff bristly hairs on top. I whine,"It's too fucking short, Ryan," He says, "No, it's perfect and I love it! Now, get off the stool and help me sweep up your hair." That makes me feel submissive too, so it's not all bad, and I did cum in my pants, but fuck, I feel geeky. I say, "Yes, bossy," and hop off the stool. He smiles, "You can act pissed if you want to, but I know you loved the process if not the result." I go, "Perfectly put," thinking, 'Well it's wear a hat day from now on for me'. As I'm holding the dustpan for Ryan to sweep the hair in to, I say, "You know of course, you'll never get to see my haircut 'cause I'm wearing a hat every waking minute." He laughs, "No you won't, Dylan, you'll forget it one day and then there won't be a need for a hat. Everyone will have see my awesome handiwork." I go, "I hope you don't think anyone else in the world would tolerate this haircut." He says, "Oh you mean except a hundred thousand marines who have the same haircut? And, as a matter of fact, I've seen almost shaved sides like I gave you on models in magazines too. It's the latest trendy style"

So have I actually, but the hair on top was much longer than mine. I don't

really feel like arguing right about it now though because I'm sorta basking in the memory of how I felt while Ryan was cutting my hair way too short. That's so cooly dominant of him right there. He right too about the haircut reminding me of my place. Every time I look at myself, Ryan will be the first thing on my mind. I had a little orgasm too, but I know thinking about getting this haircut will give me a couple hundred daydreaming boners the next three weeks, and by then I'll be looking forward to haircut day again. I say, "Your some kind of sorcerer, Ryan. Manipulating my mind with your secret mind control." He laughs, "You look cool, and you enjoyed it. That's the bottom line." I mutter, "No I didn't," but I did. Ha ha!

Done cleaning up, I leave the barber stuff our for Danny's haircut and then I laugh out loud. Ryan asks, "What?" and I say, "I just though of Danny's and how he's gonna shit his pants when he sees this haircut 'cause Rob told him to get one just like mine. Oh fuck, that's going to be awesome." I can't help I'm staring at myself in the mirror over the sofa, just like guys do after I give them a short haircut, Now I know how they feel. Scalped is the right word for it, like Tracy said. Ah yes, Tracy. He's not frivolous side-sex, so obviously Ryan couldn't mean him. Not that I'm mentioning Tracy and me screwing to anyone. I wonder if Tracy will now want me to duplicate on him Ryan's latest version of a burr haircut? Not likely. Ryan stands next to me as I study myself in the mirror trying to convince myself it was worth it, and having a hard time doing that after the fact. Ryan's rubbing my head, "I like the feel of that," and I go, "That's what Robby says. You dominant types always insist that your submissive bottoms have these absurdly short haircuts. Why is that?" Ryan goes, "Robby's not dominant, get real!" and I go, "He is to Danny, and me too in subtle ways. You'd be surprised." Ryan goes, "Well yeah, I remember Rob trying to be dominant with me last year. It was like child's play, but maybe he's better at it now. Lord knows

I've learned from some really dominant assholes." I'm like, "Huh, does the

asshole part have anything to do with a short haircut?" He laughs and rubs my head again, "No, it doesn't. Hey, you look good, Dylan." I grab him and pull him down on the sofa with me.

We wrestle halfheartedly for a minute, then he grinningly say. "Two hours aren't up yet so don't get any ideas of some sexual activity, my dick's still sore." I'm like, "Well, are your lips sore too?" He pushes me back so I'm laying length-wise on the sofa with my feet dangling off the other end. Ryan has a hand on either side of me looking down at me with his head above mine, "You really have a thing for me, don'cha?" I say, "A tiny little crush maybe. You know what you need to do, I mean now that we're lovers?" He asks, "What?" I say, "You need a term of endearment for me. Something to show your submissive boyfriend you love him." He goes, "Oooh, it gives me chills when you say your my boyfriend, and mean 'boyfriend' and lover." I go, "How about a cute term of endearment for me? Robby calls me babe or baby. I like that." Ryan's goes, "He took the good ones already," and leans down for a wet kiss on the lips, then I pull him on top of me and hug him, saying, "I love to hug your tight hot body!" We kiss for awhile, something I never get tired of doing, especially with the world's greatest kisser. Plus, I love love love how Ryan smells. We kiss and hug until we hear a key in the door. Sitting up we're straightening our clothes looking at the door.

Robby and Danny come in and Robby comes right over to rub my head, "Whoa! Nice job, Ryan!" Danny's gawking at me looking like he's in shock. I'm grinning like a fool, asking, "How do you like your twin boyfriend's haircut?" He screams, "Oh no! I'm not getting a haircut like that." Robby rolls his eyes at Ryan, like they're just a couple of doms having trouble with one of their submissive bottoms. Danny's going on, "Forget about that haircut. No fucking way! Dylan says he'll give me the haircut I want. Didn't ya, Dylan? I go, "Yep, Danny, I did and I mean it too." He says, "Why would you let Ryan cut your hair that short?" I shrug, "He wanted to do it and I couldn't say no to him." Robby calmly says, "That's your haircut, Danny. I want my twin boyfriends rocking the same haircut." Ryan and I exchanged glances, when Robby said 'twin boyfriends'. Ryan made a funny face at me and I almost laughed. He's thinking back to when he and I were Robby's twin boyfriends, as I named us. I didn't put my shirt back on after the scalp job and I'm fiddling with my nip ring giving myself a stiff nipple that feels good. Ryan pushes my hand away, saying. "Get your shirt on, I need a cigarette after the masterpiece of a haircut I gave you." Robby says, "Good idea. I can go for a cigarette myself." They all go out on the balcony and I go to my bedroom to change out of my wet underwear and khakis. As I join every one on the balcony I see Danny's still determined not to get the haircut. Robby's saying, "Yes, you're getting that haircut." I light up a cigarette, asking Danny, "How baseball practice go today?" He ignores that and says, "You're fucking me, Dylan, letting Ryan give you that haircut." I go, "What? You don't like looking like a Marine? Where's your patriotic spirit?" He chuckles, "Fuck that. No way I'm I going around with a haircut like that." I tease him, "Huh, next time Ryan says he's giving me a Mohawk. Would you like that better?" He laughs, "On you maybe." He's cute.

Robby pays no attention to our bantering, saying, "You should have seen Danny crushing the ball today at practice. Four home runs in a row during batting practice." Now this is a subject Danny is interested in. They talk about what happened during practice as I steal glances at Danny's head of hair thinking how much fun I'm going to have duplicating my haircut on his head. I think it'll look better on him than me. Robby's apparently forgotten about the hangover from last night as he says, "We don't have classes tomorrow so we should have a little party tonight." Danny says, "After last night you want to do it again?" I do believe Robby's alluding to a boozy four-way sex-a-thon, or maybe I'm projecting again. Robby says, "Not throw-up drunk like certain parties got last night, but a friendly beer party with some drinking games." I ask, "Who's gonna provide the beer?" Robby says, "Text Harry Black. He's usually going to Salem for low cost cases of beer." I do that as Danny and Robby argue about Danny's potential haircut. Ryan's standing

next to me looking at my iPhone as I text Harry. He says, "Why don't you use your thumbs? It's quicker." I go, "I never tried that and I'm not going to now." He mutters, "The way you're doing that with one finger is just dumb." I look at him giving him a smirk, quietly saying, "You're cute. Did you know that?" He grins, "Only to you, darling." I say, "That's a horrible term of endearment for me." He says, "Yeah, it didn't feel right saying it. I'm using Robby's, babe." I laugh, "You can't say it right."

Then the whirlwind of my brother, Chubby, hit's the balcony. "Holy shit, bro, another new hairdo. You look so fucking tough with that military haircut. That's what I want all summer working for the man." Robby says, "So you're gonna be on my crew again this year, Jeff?" Chubby goes, "Absolutely, Robby, assuming I can't get something better." Robby laughs, "That's very reassuring." Chubby goes, "Well, working with my sexy brother has it's own reward of course, but if another employer offers me a deal I can't turn down, well ya know, money talks." Last summer I had two jobs, but I envision one job that pays the equal of the two." Robby asks, "Well have you been looking for a summer job? You know everyone who returns from last summer gets a raise in hourly wage of a dollar and hour or forty dollars more a week." Chubby goes, "Oh, no I haven't been looking for another job, I was hoping someone would offer me one out of the blue." I laugh, "Yeah, that could happen, Chub." He says, "I spent some time recently mending some fences with MJ quite successfully and her dad wants me to work for him this summer again, probably because all his agents begged to have be doing their expense accounts again, but I haven't exactly said yes yet. We'll see." I tell him we're thinking about getting a couple cases of beer and Chubby says, "An excellent original concept. Count me in. Who's getting the beer?" My cellphone beeps and I go, "Hold that thought. Harry's text says, "Whaddaya need?" so I sa y, "Harry Black's supplying the beer and the guys do a mock cheer. Next year we get our own beer.

We pool our money and I text Harry back that we want two cases of Rolling Rock. Now somebody needs to drive over and give Harry the money and probably go with him. I say, Chub and me will make our dinner so one of you guys needs to take care of Harry. You probably should buy him a six pack or something too." Robby's the only other guy who knows Harry so him and Danny take off in Robby's pickup. Cubby, Ryan, and me talk on the balcony for awhile smoking and lying and then we go inside to make our dinner. Chubby says, "When'd ya learn how to cut hair, Ryan? It looks professional." Ryan says, "Hey, thanks, Chubby. Dylan taught me mostly and practicing on him I got pretty good. You don't think it's too short?" I say, "I do," and Chubby says, "Aw, my brother would look awesome with his head shaved or hair down to his shoulders." He squeezes my cheeks from both sides saying, "He so cute he looks awesome with any kind of haircut." I pull my head away, as Chubby tells Ryan, "I used to give Dylan haircuts. Buzz cuts only though. How many years did we do that for each other, bro?" I think for a second, "We started when we were ten or eleven and I still give you haircuts, but when I met Willie he sort of took over my haircut responsibilities somewhere along the line. I forget exactly when." That gets Chubby and me telling Ryan stories of Chubby and me growing up together. He listens to how tight Chubby and I were as younger kids, we still are tight, but back then it was him and me period. I can't help but think of the horrible things Ryan's told me about his younger years and it makes me sad. The poor kid.

By the time the guys get back with the beers it's almost six O;clock and I've made the rice dish and a salad. The pot of water's heating on the stove for the corn on the cob Chubby and Ryan shucked, so Chubby will grille the chicken breast and we're ready for dinner. First everyone grabs a bottle of beer. Danny and Robby are still arguing about Danny's haircut when I say, "Anyway, I can't give him a haircut tonight with all you guys drinking beer and gawking at us." Robby says, "We'll put everything in your toiletry kit and take it to Ryan's dorm." I go, "And then Freddie will be gawking at us." Chubby asks, "Who's Freddie," and Ryan mutters, "My roommate, but Tuesday nights he's taking a night course from seven to nine." Robby goes, "It's settled then," and they argue what the haircut will be and finally compromise on a regular burr haircut without the military white walls, which is what clippers on the sides is called. Okay, I still get to give him the burr haircut and I know damn well Danny will bulk at Ryan giving him a haircut so I'll get to do all Danny's haircuts. I look at Danny and he shrugs, mumbling, "Robby wants me to do it and I couldn't say no." I go, "See?"

There's lots of joking around as we eat mostly because there's five of us and the table's only big enough for four but Chubby insists we all eat together so it's like we sitting on each other lap and Chubby keeps eating off Ryan's plate saying, "Oops, I thought it was my plate," that's how crowded it is. Of course Chubby's doing it on purpose and we're soon all doing it. Very mature behavior, but whaddaya gonna do? Fucking college students, ya know?

When everything has been eaten and the kitchen cleaned up, Ryan gives me the key to his apartment telling me not to steal anything and then grinning and rubbing my head, asking, "Are you liking your new haircut yet?" I go, "Not yet, no." He says, "Keep working on it, you can convince yourself you like it. It might take a half a dozen haircuts, but you'll get there." I mutter, "Balls," and leave with Danny to give him a haircut he'll be just as unhappy about as I am with mine. With me though, I get the benefit of at least enjoying it during the haircut. Fuck, this time I enjoyed it so much I had a climax in my pants. I take the Jeep and on the ride to campus, Danny says, "This sucks! How come Rob insists on us having these ridiculous haircuts?" I say, "It's a control thing. You're submissive during sex," and he interrupts, "Only with Rob. I've had other boyfriends I had sex with without me acting submissive." I go, "Well why are you like that with Rob, then." He goes, "Oh, I don't know. I had a crush on him and when we started messing around together I didn't want him to lose interest in me so I did what he wanted and now I kinda like it. Not the haircut shit though." I say, "You know Ryan and me are having sex, right? Well my story is kind of like yours in that we started off with me being the bottom and one thing led to another and now I'm submissive to him. I really like being submissive to him though and Rob to a lesser extent."

I park in a fairly good spot since guys who live on campus tend to drive off campus when they get the chance. I got one of their parking spots. Carrying the toiletry bag walking towards Ryan's dormitory, I point it out, saying,"It's that dormitory. Ryan's on the second floor." Danny asks, "Does Robby do spanking and stuff to dominate you when he's fucking you?" I shake my head, "No, we do lover's sex which is sexy and sweet both before, during, and after." He's like, "Yeah, that's what he told me." We're going up the steps as Danny's saying, "He said he'd do lovers sex with me when the time's right, whatever the fuck that means." I shrug, mumbling, "I don't know," then, "Here we are," and use the key to let us in. The place is just as messy as it was last night. No shampoo for Danny because there's no sink in here. Also no stool so Danny's head will be below mine and I'll need to stoop down a little. Well, nothing's perfect. I tell him, "Take your shirt off so hair doesn't get on it." He does that saying, "Remember, this is suppose to be like your last haircut, not this fucked up one." I say, "You trying to hurt my feelings or what?" He goes, "No, I like you, but Ryan cut your hair way too short. And I don't want mine as short on top either. Jesus Christ I can't fucking believe I'm doing this." Danny doesn't seem nearly as submissive as he was with Robby last night. Maybe I won't be able to steal him from Robby in two days this summer after all.

As I'm getting the barber equipment out and looking for an electric outlet to use, I thinking that Danny's acting pretty much like he did when I first met him. He's nice but not some wimp and he's not submissive. Guess that's for Robby only. He goes, "Robby told you, right?" I ask, Told me what?" He goes, "He didn't say anything about you and me fucking?" I go, "Um, no, I didn't get that memo. Are you shitting me?" He says, "No, I thought you wanted to. At dinner last night and then in the dorm you were sort of coming on to me, weren't you." I go, "No more than you were coming on to me. We were flirting a little, and why didn't we go to your dorm room for this haircut?" He says, "My goofy roommates always there." I've got things set up so I say, "Sit in this chair, Danny," so he does, asking, "I'd like to fuck you, Dylan, I told you that last night." I go, "I thought you were kidding around, fer chissakes." He says, "No, I wanna be tight with you. We're both Robby's boyfriends and we'll be doing three-ways where you'll be fucking me and me you and Robby will do both of us. I thought we'd break the ice just you and me." I'm like, "And Rob knows about this?" He's emphatic, "Yes, Dylan, seriously! Lets get to be good friends. We're going to be working together all summer and we share the same boyfriend." I ask, "Does that bother you?" And he shrugs, "Not really. Mostly because there's nothing I can do about it, and lets face it, I wouldn't give you up if you were my boyfriend so I don't blame Rob for not giving you up. I'm just happy to be on the team and I'll thank you again for not complaining that I am." I say, "Okay, ya sexy thing, but after your haircut." He goes, "Alright then!"

The the clippers go on and, oh man, I'm having fun watching Danny's hair fall away from these bad boy clippers. I put a quarter inch guard on the clippers like I did for Travis. It's still real short but about three times longer than the hair on the sides and back of my head, and I guess that makes all the difference in the world to Danny. It's not as sexy cutting his hair as I was hoping for because he won't stop talking. He tells me all the things he likes about Robby and much more about the baseball team than I need to know, plus he says he's fucking me bareback like Rob does him which was the first unprotected sex he's ever had and now he loves it. He's versatile according to him and since Rob won't let Danny fuck him Danny thinks it's be a good idea for team spirit if I be his bottom when we get the chance. He tells me other things that leads me to believe me being his bottom means I'm submissive to him and he's dominant which is sounding more and more familiar. That's the arrangement Ryan and me had too. He was submissive to Robby and dominant to me. Frankly I find nothing to dislike about Danny's plans especially since Ryan kinda frowns on me have frivolous sex which I interpret to be one night stands. If need be this summer I've got a built in fuck buddy in Danny, who by the way is kinda hot. And like he says we'll be doing three-ways so lets get to know each other intimately.

I'm finishing up his burr haircut and it's turned out maybe a tad shorter than he was thinking of, but it'll please Rob which is the whole point of doing this. I outline around his ears as he's feeling his hair with the palm of his hand and bitching, "You did it too short, Dylan!" I say, "Tell it to Rob, not me. I was following orders." He searches around the room for a mirror, and when he can't find one he asks me where the lavatory is and he heads for that while I try cleaning up the cut hairs without a hell of a lot of luck. They need a vacuum cleaner in here anyway. Danny comes back looking pissed off, "It sucks! This haircut sucks!" I say, "Define sucks," and he says, "I don't mean your haircutting, that looks good. I mean the burr haircut style or lack of style is more like it." I say, "Join the club. Do you think I'm in love with my haircut? We do this because our boyfriend asked us to." I'm referring to Ryan, but of course he thinks I mean Rob. He relaxes a little and rubs my head, "At least we're in this together. That helps." And now we're looking at each other, not sure how to proceed, then Danny gets an idea. "I need you to suck my cock since we're not kissing boyfriends yet." I go, "We kissed last night," and he goes, "I'll let you kiss me after I fuck you," and just like that he took the dominant role. Sometimes I wish I could resist being submissive but not this time. Danny's an interesting kid and he's sexy looking and brash, but nice with his brashness to me. He unzips and pulls out his cock, saying, "Drop your pants," and I do as he murmurs, "Good. We're gonna be a hot duo, but don't be talking about this. Robby told me to go ahead and fuck you, if you were okay with it, but he don't want to hear about it." That sounds familiar. I say, "And don't you blab about it either. Ryan will be pissed off if he finds out." He nods his head, Mumbling, "Word of honor. It's between you and me and I'm fucking excited about this. We're gonna be good sex buddies. That is, if you can handle my cock. Some guys can't."

His big cock is out through his fly and of course I saw it last night. It is a big one though, maybe a half inch shorter than Ryan's. They're very close in length and circumference. My pants are down as we stand here. He says, "Well, aren't ya gonna get on your knees. That's the only way I let someone suck my cock." His attitude is tightening up the more he sees I'll go along with his orders. It's cool seeing it develop. I drop to my knees and take his big dick in my fingers licking as close to the root as I can get. Up against the zipper basically, but there still three quarter of an inch of the shaft inside his pants. After licking it all over the head it goes in my mouth and I suck it and lap it and that big piece of meat starts getting hard, than harder and hardest in one minute. Danny's calm about it only gasping a couple of times and moving his feet in place. Taking it in my throat once was enough to tell me not to do that again. I don't need a tonsillectomy. So I guess Danny's is fatter when it's boned-up than Ryan's because I can deep throat him. Huh! That's interesting. He backs up pulling his cock from my mouth, saying, "Wow, that some good cock sucking right there. Damn, you got a magic mouth and tongue on you. Whoa, I'll be having you suck my cock every chance we get. Shit, that was hot." As he's saying that he's going through either Ryan's or Travis' toiletry bags. I ask, "What the fuck ya looking for?" He says, "Something to use for lube. I want you to enjoy this and lube helps get my big boy up your butt hole."

He comes up with some kind of hand lotion. It's a brand I never heard of so I'm guessing it's Freddy's. As he spreads the lotion on his boner he says, "Get on your hands and knees. That's the only way I fuck with my fuck boy in the doggie position." He's feeling the dominance now. Hot shit. When he's behind me he spreads lotion on my asshole and then a slippery finger goes in my ass moving around in there spreading lubricant as he tells me,"I had this one fuck boy in tenth grade that I'd finger fuck first, milking his nuts, ya know? If I didn't milk him first he'd have a premature ejaculation which ruined it for me. I'd do this on his prostate," as he rubs around mine until I'm squirming on all four sating, "That's enough, Danny, I'm gonna cum." He goes, "Yeah, you are, I'm milking you first too. I don't know how fast you climax so I'm not taking any chances. I need fifteen minutes at least." I try walking away on my hands and knees, but he sits on my back facing my ass and his finger goes right back in and rubs my prostate again as he says, "I'll do this the first three or four times I fuck you so you get used to it in case you're an early ejaculator." Which I am pretty much. I say, "You're assuming a lot here, Danny. Get the fuck off my back." He's like, "Just a second, please, Dylan. I want you to enjoy a nice long ride." It's on me now as I sway start my moans, "Ooh, oooh, mmm, Danny, dammit," he says, "We're almost there," and he continues that constant smooth rubbing with the pad of his finger in the slippery lotion. I go, "Aaaah,ahhh," and three squirts of cum shoot out lazily plopping on the floor under me.

He get's off my back, "Okay, thanks for going along with that, Dylan. You're a good sport," and his cock is immediately at my hole. He goes, "Umpth," and the head's in almost splitting my anus. "Tell me if I'm hurting you, Dylan. I'll go in slow until your ass loosens up some. Nice bubble butt ass by the way. Do you shave your ass? There's no butt hairs." He's very talkative, first through his haircut and now during his milking my balls and fucking me. It's funny, but I find him interestingly original and it's kinda fun watching him do his thing. He's pushing his cock in slowly and it still is sore in my rectum. but not enough to scream about. I've been fucked enough to know what to expect. With big cocks like Ryan's and Danny's there some hurt inside, but it fades fairly quickly, in my ass anyway. He says, "Wow, you're doing great, Dylan, and you asshole feels real good on my cock. Dude, I hope you'll go along with me and make this a regular thing." I'm not answering him hoping he gets the tint to shut the fuck up.

When he's got me fully impaled and leans against me leaving his cock inside me, I count backwards from one hundred and the pain fades away in the forties. I let out a sigh, and Danny's like, 'Feels damn good, doesn't it. I had this fuck boy in my senior year, he was a catcher on our team and a catcher during sex too, if you know what I mean. Anyway, he was on the heavy side bordering on being fat actually. His puffy ass was awesome to fuck and he blew me good too." I guess Danny was probably the heart throb of his class being so cute and on the baseball team and all. I'd like to ask him if he went out with girls too, but I'll wait and ask him later. He says, "Okay fuck boy, here we go," and he pulls his boner back and pushes it back in at medium speed and maintains this steady fucking at medium speed for a long time. Since I just climaxed In don't get aroused immediately but after five of six minutes the sensations are building and I start sucking my lips and breathing a little noisily. Danny's been making an' Umm," sound every single time he drives that monster cock up my ass. I says, "A little faster, Danny," and he goes, "I was hoping you'd ask me to do that. I didn't want to hurt you." I'm feeling itchy and starting to get that awesome squirmy feeling

although no trace of a submissive sense coming on. Feels real good though. Lot to be said for big cocks.

Danny goes from medium speed to fast like stepping on the gas pedal. Wow, "Slap slap slap slap," for five more minutes and I'm moving all around with Danny holding onto my hips keeping me within range for fucking. He's grunting now and saying things like, "Fuck this feels good, awesome pussy, along with moans now galore. I'm his fuck boy with a pussy for an ass. Haven't heard the pussy remark for quite awhile. I kinda like it when I'm getting fucked. Call my ass a pussy if you want, but ya better fuck good too. And Danny's fucking good. I'd probably have cum five minutes ago if he hadn't milked my nuts dry. A climax is building now though and it feels really good as I squirm on my hands and knees as much as I can with Danny's hands holding me pretty much in place. His huge boner is a big fat piston ramming up my ass fat and tight. My prostate gotta be wondering what the fucks going on and my anus lips are sorta numb by now, but it's a really good fuck and certainly one I'll remember. There's all kinds of stuff going on in my rectum that's become like one constant sensation of sexual pleasure and my head's back as I grimace needing to cum. My moaning seems to be arousing Danny as he's fucking faster and harder now and then I squeal and try humping my hips as three tiny spurts of cum shoot out sending my cock into a frenzy. It felt like a big climax and my groin muscles tighten for another cum blast which amounts to some watery substance drooling out and then a big blast of wetness in my ass and then another as Danny breathes loudly, does two more thrust up my ass and he's done, and he pulls his cock out. Just like that.

My asshole is gaping open with cum running out of it. Danny's still breathing loudly, then he says, "Big orgasm, dude. That was good." It was a strange fuck, but I enjoyed it except now, for one of the rare times after being fucked up the ass, I've gotta get to a toilet or I'm going to embarrass myself big time. I try for cool, saying, "Good fuck, Danny. I'm going to clean up a little." He drops down in the chair he was in for his haircut. He goes, "I'm pooped," and I think, 'Good choice of a word'. Standing up, then getting my handkerchief from the back pocket of my pants to put in my jockey shorts hoping it absorbs the cum and it doesn't leak through my fucking khakis. My ass is a little sore as I walk down the corridor to the lavatory. Inside one of the stalls is occupied and two guys are pissing at the urinals. Nobody says anything to anybody. I go in the furthest stall and close the door. Sitting on the toilet Danny's cum is drooling out pinging in the water and then a doody comes out. Danny fucked a doody out of me. I'm wiped and out of the stall in two minutes feeling better. After washing my hands I almost skip back to the dorm room. Today started shitty but I've been getting fucked almost hourly. I'm catching up fast after starting my sex life late. I'm not sure I'm all that crazy about the balls-milking part of Danny's fucking method, but it doesn't suck either. It was kinda hot. Yeah, Danny and me are gonna get along fine. Just before going in the room I realize something new. It's this: I hope nobody else wants to fuck me tonight.

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

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