DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 60
by Donny Mumford
After lunch with our moms I drive Chubby and me to Robby's house. As I'm turning the Jeep onto the Dickers' driveway I spot Vinnie's getting out of a Ford Focus. Hearing our car he turns around frowning at us, like 'what the fuck are you two doing here?' Ha ha, fucking Vinnie! If I didn't know better I'd think he didn't like me, except he acts the same way with most people. I assume it's because he has little confidence socially. I get out of the Jeep smiling at him, giving him a cheerful greeting, "How ya doing, Vinnie? Good to see ya, buddy!" He give me a little grin now, then mumbles, "Well if it isn't my favorite chirotonsor." I go, "If you say so, Vinnie!" I give him a hug and he kisses me quickly on the lips. Chubby's getting out the other side of the Jeep and didn't see Vinnie kiss me. Vinnie wouldn't have done it otherwise, but damn, I never know what to expect from this little hot shit with the big dick. Chubby comes around to bump fists with Vinnie, "Hiya doing, Vinnie?" then, "Um, what'd you called my brother?" Vinnie says, "He's my chirotonsor, my barber." Chubby grins, "Showing off your bizarre vocabulary skills again, huh Vinnie?" Vinnie grins, "Yeah, I do that sometimes when I'm nervous." Chubby's like, "Nervous? What the fuck ya nervous about?" Vinnie shrugs, looking serious like he's thinking about it, then says, "Um, I don't know?" Chubby ruffles Vinnie's long hair chuckling. We hear laughter coming from the pool house so I put my arm across Vinnie's shoulders and as we walk down the driveway towards the laughter, I say, "Okay, you came up with that word for barber because you're getting a haircut today, right? Is that what you're nervous about?" He says, "No, that word came to mind because you two have very short haircuts, and I told you already I don't know what I'm nervous about." Fuckin' Vinnie! I go, "Do you like our haircuts?" He says, "Yeah, they're cool, but I want a haircut like Dodger has." I'm like, "Oh, so what kind of haircut does he have?" and Vinnie says, "I don't know, I haven't seen him yet." Chubby opens the door to the pool house and I see that Dodger has a short preppy haircut now, not the recruit haircut he had the last time I saw him.
Dodger points at me giving me a big smile looking very hot and cute. He gives Vinnie a hug, ruffling his hair like Chubby did. Then Chubby gets a hug from Dodger as the other guys say 'hi' to Vinnie. Finally Dodger gives me a hug as he whispers in my ear, "Dude, you look awesome. I'm gonna have to fuck you during Vinnie's haircut. I won't be able to help myself. Oh shit, Vinnie's probably going to fuck you too." I laugh 'cause he's the same Dodger except taller. He smiles that sexy smile again, then gooses my ass. There's not too much I can say to him about his remark about fucking me because neither Vinnie nor Dodger are out of the closet yet, and I don't 'out' people. I mean, Robby, Connor, and I know Vinnie and Dodger are gay, but that's about it. Chubby probably suspects that those two are gay, but he doesn't 'out' people either, so it's another 'don't ask, don't tell' situations for those two. I'd forgotten Dodger's a half inch taller than me now, until we hugged that is. He's half a head taller than Vinnie and I can remember when they were the same size. I still tend to think of Dodger as being a young kid Vinnie's size, but Dodger had that growth spurt a year and a half ago and he's no longer that little wise ass kid. Well, he's still a wise ass, just not little.
And then there's Connor standing behind everyone with a shy grin on his lips. When I look at him he gives me a little wave with his fingers. Ha ha, I go over and hug him with a kiss on his cheek, saying, "Man, I've missed you, Connor." He hugs me tightly with recently acquired strength. I can barely hear him when he says in my ear, "Just so ya know, I'm still in love with you," then he forces a laugh blushing a dark red. Connor has the same generic preppy haircut as Dodger, so unfortunately I won't get to give either one of them a haircut. Connor's body is even nicer to hug now than it was before. He's filled out nicely in the Army. Where there used to be some softness around his waist is now hard flesh and muscle. Connor's my size with dark brown hair, blue eyes and he still has a pale complexion even though he's been in hot, sunny Texas for six months. And then there's his cute boyish facial features and all together he's an extremely good looking young man. His faint sexy five o'clock shadow is something new. That's a relatively new development, and a good one too. Chubby hugs Connor, saying, "Nice to see ya, soldier boy," then steps back, saying, "Jesus, dude, you've bulked up." Connor says, "Yeah, the Army's basic training got me in pretty good shape and then Dodger and me have also been working out and running three nights a week. That's what's mostly responsible for me filling out and adding some muscle," and he blushes again mumbling the last part of that sentence so quietly we could hardly hear him. He seems self conscious now, like he's called attention to himself and that's not something he likes to do. He's the nicest, sweetest guy I know, and admirable too for the way he's handled tons of adversity in his life. No father and a drugie for a mother living in a
rundown apartment mostly on welfare. He overcame it all and he did it with a grin or a smile and without a complaint ever heard leaving his lips. Dodger puts his arm across Connor's shoulders, saying, "That's right, civilians... my buddy, Connor, has been working out with me and now we're a couple of bad ass tough dudes ya don't want to fuck with." A grinning Robby has been staring proudly at Dodger. Brotherly love is so special and I'm happy to see that these two brothers have apparently reconciled completely.
Everyone talks at once again, catching up each other's lives. After a minute or so of that Chubby goes, "Will you guys shut the fuck up a minute and let me tell you what's up for next week." He explains what we're doing for spring break with everyone appearing to be on board with everything, including the side trip to Disney World. Okay then, there's no arguments about anything regarding my brother's spring break plans. Then we start quizzing the Army boys again about what they've been up to. They're both still at Fort Sam Houston where they've graduated from medic training at the head of their class, so now they're on assignment as assistant instructors. After that they don't know where they'll be assigned for the rest of their two year enlistment, maybe it'll be in a war zone. We learn they'll get promoted to PFC, private first class, at the latest, when they've served one year active duty. Maybe sooner, but presently they're an E 2 pay grade which earns them about $1,700 per month before deductions. That's way more than any of us expected. I ask, "And as a PFC you'll get a raise in pay, right?" Dodger smirks at Conner, muttering, "GOFO," and they chuckle. I'm like, "What's GOFO,' and Dodger says, "Grasp of the fucking obvious." Connor says, "Don't fang, Dylan, Dodger!" and I'm like, "Now what the fuck does that mean?" Dodger laughs, "We're just fuckin' with you, Dylan. Fang means to rebut or disparage someone, but we love ya, dude."
Dodger goes on to recite some funny Army stories involving obviously embellished crazy shit that they've seen the past eight months. He tells us that the age old trick guys in the motor pool play on 'oxygen thief's' still works. They send the newbie off to supply for a left handed monkey wrench, which is of course a non-existent tool. Dodger has a comical way of explaining stuff like that with many curse words thrown in. He explains that an 'oxygen thief' is a useless recruit who talks too much without knowing what he's talking about. We hear that the 'Charlie foxtrot' shit still occurs in the Army daily. For some reason 'Charlie foxtrot' means a 'cluster fuck'. Gofaster, is one word meaning sneakers. The kind you wear on your feet, and 'fruit salad' or 'salad bar' is when someone has many medals and ribbons on display when wearing their dress uniform. They tell us they don't like 'nut to butt' formations, which means facing front close to the soldier in front of you. A 'zoomie' is anyone who operates a flying vehicle, and there are any number of others Army slang words that Connor and Dodger use while talking, words that us civilians don't understand. It's sorta like Vinnie spouting off rarely-used obscure words that hardly anybody's ever heard of. Vinnie and the other brainiac we know, Manny from the posse boys, should have a conversation with Dodger and Connor sometime. They use big words and the Army guys use Army slang and they'd all be totally in the dark about what the other's are talking about.
We have a good time listening to them though, and there's lots of laughing. I can tell Connor and Dodger are enjoying spouting off these Army slang words and bullshit tales of Army life, but after awhile we've all got stuff to do. Robby's on his way to the business offices to get brought up to date on the new project for his father's company, and also to see how the new office construction is coming along. Connor needs a bathing suit and some shorts for our Fort Lauderdale trip, so Chubby's volunteered to driving him to the mall where he'll buy a few things for himself too. That leaves Dodger, Vinnie, and me on our way to my condo in Dodger's pickup so I can give Vinnie a preppy haircut like the Army boys have. Vinnie's only had one haircut since last September when Dodger was on leave after basic training. That was before my Christmas break when his chirotonsor, that would be me, gave him a short haircut. That's almost five months ago so consequently Vinnie presently has unruly three inch long hairs all over his head. It's all the same length because it was all the same short length after his last haircut. The three inch long mop of hair is not a good look for Vinnie and Dodger's been giving him some grief about it during the ride to my place. When Vinnie frowns like his feelings are hurt, Dodger hugs and kisses him at a red light, and all is forgiven. Those two are sweet together.
Mom's already left for work so I tell Dodger to park in back. I don't feel like walking up all those steps in front, and we won't be blocking in mom's
Volvo because she took it to work. We get out at our garage and go in through the garage door with Dodger lighting a cigarette. I'm like, "Dodger! No smoking in the house!" He laughs, "Don't you remember we smoked in here last time I was home. All ya gotta do is get that fucking fan out again." Oh yeah, I remember that three-way with the three of us smoking up a storm. I'm all in on that so I get the big fan from storage and prop the door to the garage open a little. The fan will suck the cigarette smoke out to the garage where it'll drift out the open garage door. While I'm doing that, I'm grumbling, "What a pain in the ass you are, Dodger." He says, "Don't be mean, Dylan," and he gets a hand behind my head and a grip on my chin with his other hand, saying, "You don't mean that. You and me have a special relationship that goes back as long as you and I have known each other, right?" Dodger has the most unique personality of anyone I know and he's got as much confidence as Chubby. But, at the same time Dodger can also appear vulnerable like now. He does it in a way that makes me want to please him so his feelings don't get hurt. Plus he can also be very sincere; that is, when he's not being an overly confident wise-ass. It's like I never know what to make of him. Which one is the real Dodger? Not that it matters though because I've always been extremely fond of him, and it doesn't hurt that's he's as good looking as his brother and he's always had a crush on me. He contends I have the crush on him of course, but there's something else in play here too. It's that Robby and Dodger have become extremely competitive with each other, so I may just be something for Dodger to be competitive with Robby about.
According to Robby, when I met Dodger the competitiveness between the brothers was just heating up. Before that it was more a hero worship by Dodger towards his older brother. Robby was the hot looking star baseball player, and while quite shy, he was still well know in high school. As they got older Dodger's hero worship morphed into a competition with Robby. They were having sex together back then with Robby always the 'top', so Dodger made it his business to 'top' me. Our early fucks were in their pool and always initiated by Dodger in a dominant, but sweet manner. It was sexually hot being dominated by this younger, smaller kid and I couldn't resist him even though I put up a false resistance initially. Not that it did any good because Dodger always had his way in the end. I met Robby the same day I met Dodger so I didn't feel I was cheating on him when I eventually had sex with his brother. Anyway, I'm not sure I could have done anything about those early pool fucks even if I wanted to. I say that because Dodger's always been a strong kid, but mostly because we were in the pool and he swims like a fuckin' dolphin. Ever since the early pool fucks there's been infrequent, but hot sexy relationship between me and Dodger. He took it up a notch a year or so ago by including his boyfriend, Vinnie, in three-ways with us. Around the time of the three-ways with Vinnie and me Dodger decided he likes to smoke during sex. He also has a full blown haircut fetish so that has something to do with the three-ways usually occurring in conjunction with one or both of them getting short haircut from me. We've always had kind of a complicated relationship, but it's been sexually hotter than the hubs of hell at the same time.
As I'm setting up the fan, Vinnie bossily says, "Open the door another six inches, Dylan." I grin at that because Vinnie imitates whatever Dodger does
and Dodger's naturally bossy, but in a way that never offends. The rare times Vinnie gets a haircut from me without Dodger he still mimics what Dodger does, which is to say he fucks me during the haircut. Of course it's because Dodger puts him up to it ahead of time, and I only pretend to object because that little guy can really fuck good! And, oh man, does that little guy have a big dick too! Anyway, I play along with Vinnie's order and open the door a little more, asking him, "Is this okay, Vinnie?" That's too direct a question for Vinnie so he frowns, mumbling, "Ask, Dodger." Dodger and I exchange grins, then Dodger tells me, "Get the fuckin' barber stuff out, Dylan, and lets get on with this." I'm like, "What's the rush?" and he goes, "I'm getting a boner just thinking about my boyfriend getting most of his hair cut off. Hey, can I do some of his haircut, Dylan?" I shrug, "If it's alright with Vinnie, sure." Vinnie whines, "Oh no, Dodger, let Dylan do it. You don't know how to cut hair." Dodger goes, "Dylan will tell me what to do. Get your shirt off, Vinnie, and stop fucking around." Then Dodger sweetly asks, "Ya got a beer for us, Dylan?" I pull the basement stool over to the tile area near the washer/dryer, and pat the seat for Vinnie to sit down, saying, "I'll check on the availability of beer," and head up the steps. I know mom won't have any so I keep going out the front door and up to Tris and Chubby's condo.
Letting myself in with the hidden emergency key in the mailbox, I check their refrigerator and of course there's beers. Tris is the bartender for our families and mom's the transportation provider. It's her Volvo station wagon and she buys the gas for their transportation wherever they need to go. They do everything together anyway, including getting married apparently, and over the years they've worked out a good arrangement for doing things evenly, cost wise. Taking three bottles of Miller beer from the refrigerator, I leave my hundredth IOU for the beers and take them back to my basement, locking doors behind me as I go. The boys pop the tops off the beer as I search through the stuff I brought with me from college. I'm looking for the barber stuff. When Chubby and me came in here earlier I dropped all my stuff in a pile. The washing machine has finished it's cycle for my clothes, so after finding the toiletry kit with the clippers, I put the clothes from the washing machine in the dryer and fill the washing machine with Chubby's stuff. As I'm doing that Dodger's telling me, "This is 5.0 beer, which we can't get in the PX, but Connor and I can drink all the 3.2 beer we want. There's no age requirement at the PX. It's almost the same as light beer and you can get just as drunk on it as regular beer if you're persistent." Sitting on the stool, Vinnie asks, "How often do you get drunk, Dodger?" Dodger gets a fistful of Vinnie's hair, puts his forehead against Vinnie's, saying, "That's too personal a question, Vinnie" and they kiss for a minute or so. Personal question my ass, but those two are hot together. After about a minute, Dodger slides his lips to Vinnie's ear, saying, "We get a little drunk about once a week, that's all, and you smell good!" He squeezes the back of Vinnie's neck as Vinnie's hunching his shoulders while groping his crotch.
I plug in the clippers and put a half inch guide on the big clippers, asking, "Are you sure you want the same haircut Dodger has, Vinnie?" He nods his
head so I hand Dodger the clippers, "Okay then, use this on the side of his head, but only up to here," and I touch about halfway up the side of Vinnie's head, adding, "Then pull the clippers away like this," as I demonstrate an upward rolling motion at the end of the cut. "You try it, Dodger." With his cigarette clamped between his teeth, Dodger takes the clippers and tries doing what I showed him, but of course he fucks it up because it's harder to do than it looks. Instead of Dodger lifting out of the cut where I told him to he goes further up the side. I give him a 'look' and he mumbles, "Oh fuck it. You do it." Vinnie's like, "Did you mess it up, Dodger?" as he feels where Dodger cut his hair. Dodger asks me, "Where can I put my cigarette out?" then to Vinnie, "Don't pee your pants, Dylan will fix it." Dodger looks pissed-off because he screwed up this simple bit of barbering. Like Robby, Dodger wants to do everything well. Then he realizes he snapped at Vinnie and hugs around the back of Vinnie's neck, saying, "It'll be fine, don't worry." I hand him an empty Coke can from the trash that he can use for an ashtray, asking him, "What'd ya do with the ashes as you smoked your cigarette?" Dodger looks around, "Um, I think they just fell off on the floor." I give him another 'look' and he goes, "Well you didn't give me an ashtray, did ya?" Then, pulling at his junk, he says, "Jeez, I didn't get any kind of a buzz on my dick when I cut Vinnie's hair a minute ago. But now looking at the cut hair, I'm feeling a touch of my haircut fetish. Weird, huh?" I tell him, "Yeah, I guess, but I've been getting a boner giving some guys haircuts lately myself, and I always get one when I'm getting a haircut. It's obvious I caught the haircut fetish from you." He's like, "You don't catch a fetish! What the fuck ya talking about?" I mutter, "I did too," then I go, "Give me a cigarette."
As I light the cigarette Dodger lights another one, mumbling, "Yeah, I'm actually getting a hard-on looking at the cut I made in his hair." I'm like, "You just told us that," as I pick up the clippers smirking at him. He goes, "I'm gonna fuck you until you're doing your squeal," and I'm like, "Do tell." With my cigarette between my teeth, I work the clippers around Vinnie's head cutting the three inch hairs on the sides and back to half an inch, and oh fuck, lots of hair is falling off the clippers. No one talks, just smokes with Dodger very attentive to the haircutting. When I'm done the half inch section of the haircut, Vinnie asks for a cigarette. I look at the fan and see the smoke being drawn to the fan and out to the garage, so okay. Vinnie lights a cigarette and now for the rest of the haircut. It will be done with clippers and comb, or scissors and comb. Done my cigarette, I drop it in the soda can as Vinnie asks Dodger, "Should I fuck Dylan yet?". Dodger goes, "I've got a boner in my pants you wouldn't believe, so whaddaya you think I'm gonna say? Anyway, you remember what I told you. You're the brainiac who never forgets anything." Vinnie mutters, "I was just checking!" It's their show so I go about my business of combing up the long hair on the side of Vinnie's head, then running the clippers along the comb tapering from the half inch hair leaving a little longer hair as I work up the sides of his head. Unfortunately Dodger took the clippers up too far with the first half inch cut so I had to follow that line to keep it even. This means Vinnie's hair is not going to be the same length as Dodgers, it'll be shorter, but it'll be the same general idea. Done one side, I move behind Vinnie and that's when Dodger pulls my pants down. I start to say some thing, but before I can say anything he pulls my underpants down and reaches between my legs to get a fistful of my nuts. It was like one motion done so quickly it took me totally by surprise. I go, "Ooh! Ow!" as Dodger squeezes my balls, and says, "Get your dick out, Vinnie." Vinnie hops off the stool, feeling the side of his head, "It feels like your haircut Dodger. Does it look the same?" I'm like, "Goddammit, Dodger, don't squeeze my nuts!" He says, "It's only an affectionate squeeze, Dylan. You know I love you." Vinnie looks at Dodger with a questioning expression, so he adds, "Not like I love you, Vinnie, don't be stupid."
Vinnie says, "Get Dylan on his knees, Dodger. He needs to blow me to get my dick hard enough to fuck him." Dodger pulls down on my nuts and I sink to my knees looking forward to sucking that big cock of Vinnie's. He's got his cock out through the zipper of his pants waving it around. I reach up and undo his jeans pulling them and his underpants halfway down his legs. Vinnie has to let go of his dick as I did that, and he goes, "Hey!" Ha ha, fucking Vinnie. No way can a kid Vinnie's size have a dick this big! Except there it is hanging almost down to where I pulled his pant to. His nut sack looks heavy with those large nuts bulging from inside his scrotum, the larger one hanging lower than the slightly smaller one. They both seem to pulsate a little. Huh! Vinnie picks up his heavy meat again and rubs it around my face before pushing it against my lips, saying, "Tongue out please, Dylan." Dodger's laughs and then mutters, "You're too much, Vinnie," as he rubs my head, saying, "I meant to tell you, Dylan, ya got a hot haircut yourself." I nod my head trying to say 'thanks' as Vinnie slides his big dick into my mouth on my tongue. Strong crotch odor so I back my head up, asking, "When was your last shower, Vin?" He's holding his limp dick in his fingers again, mumbling, "Um, yesterday, why?" I go, "No reason, just curious," and his cock's on my tongue again as I feel my dick tightening up. When the large helmet head of his cock, plus an inch or so of the shaft is in my mouth I pull my tongue in and close my lips to begin sucking and licking on his giant penis head. It's very large, but not as big as I'd remembered. Funny how that works.
The musky scent coming off his crotch is pungent, sort of like a combination of a dirty sock and the way wet dirt smells. It's a male smell, sort of a boyish teenager scent. It's sexy because it's the way I assume an eighteen
year old boy's crotch should smell. I mean, with this much cock and balls encased in an eighteen year old boy's tight jockey shorts all day it's just
naturally going to smell like that down here between his skinny legs. His scent is no problem as far as I'm concerned, quite the opposite actually, but then that's just me. I inhale his musky scent as I suck his cock and the combination gets my cock boning up harder. It takes less then two minutes to get about six inches of his now fairly hard cock in my mouth and throat, with Vinnie going, "Ah, ah, ah," and sort of dancing in place moving his feet. Then Dodger says, "Okay, okay, my turn, Vinnie." Vinnie pulls his cock out too fast, gagging me for a second. The big rim under the swollen head passing the gag area in my throat made me gag. Vinnie laughs and moves his firm wet cock around my face until Dodger says, "Stop that, Vinnie! What the fucks wrong with you?" and then there's Dodger's fat four inch dick in my face. It's already fairly hard from Dodger watching Vinnie's haircut. I pick his cock up with my fingers and gobble most of it into my mouth sucking and licking it with the head just past the gag reflex area of my throat. Working on the head with my throat muscles and licking and sucking the shaft with my lips and tongue gets Dodger grunting and rubbing my head. He's got a damn nice tasting cock too. Dodger's cock swells as he goes, "Ooooh, fuuuuck, mmm, aah, aah." This feels very familiar to me because both Dickers brothers have the exact same penises. They smell almost the same too. Their crotch scent is sexily boyish too, but in a different way than Vinnie's. Dodger's scent is missing most of the musky smell of Vinnie's, but both scents are more than fine in my mind. Dodger pushes my head away after two minutes or so, muttering, "Jesus, dude, I'm gonna cum in your mouth any second now."
Sitting back on my heels I gaze at the two very different penises, both stiff although not nearly as hard as they can get. Vinnie asks Dodger, "Um, should I have Dylan get on all fours?" Dodger says, "Ya can ask him to do that, yeah," and I get on my hands and knees without being asked, and Vinnie goes, "Oh, he just did it on his own, Dodger," and I have the same thought I've had every single time I've been with Vinnie. It's this: How the fuck can he be so damn 'book smart' and so clueless about everything else? Dodger says, "This'll be is just a taste of fucking, okay guys? Dylan's still got to finish the haircut." Then he adds, "What the hell, I'll open his rectum up a little for you Vinnie," and he walks behind me, then pushes the fat head of his cock against my asshole, then a little harder and finally a small hump of his hips and the head pops inside me. I grunt, "Ooh ow," and get a smack on my ass, "SMACK!" and a chuckle from Dodger, then a mumbled, "Gee, I love doing that," and another, "SMACK!" with Vinnie giggling as I sense a hint of submissiveness, but it quickly fades out. Dodger's like, "It's been a long time since I've had my miniature penis up your ass, Dylan, but it feels just like I remember. Your ass never disappoints!" Vinnie mumbles, "When is it my turn?" with Dodger yelling, "Jesus Christ, Vinnie, I barely have the head of my dick in. Give me a minute, will ya? Jeez!"
I look back and Dodger winks at me, "A trip down memory lane, huh Dylan? I miss doing this with you," and he pushes him crotch forward and the fat head of his cock swells some as it steadily spreads my rectum until Dodger's pubic hairs flatten against my buttock. I go, "Unmph, ooh, fuck that hurt." Dodger leans over me rubbing his hands tightly up my back, then squeezing my shoulders, as he tells Vinnie, "This is how you comfort your sex buddy. Take his mind off the pain in his ass until his ass adjust to having a fat hard cock up there. Let him know he's important and appreciated." Vinnie goes, "How come you don't do that for me?" Dodger's like, "What? I don't do this for you?" Vinnie shakes his head, "No, not all the time." Dodger mutters, "You're delusional, Vinnie boy," as he pulls his cock back slowly which gets nerve endings in my ass to sparkle and come alive, as I go, "Aaah, feeling good now," and Vinnie mumbles, "Dylan's callipygean, I'll give him that. How 'bout me, Dodger?" Dodger laughs, then says, "Yes, you're calli-yippee-a-whatever you said too." Vinnie's like, "Thanks, you too." I chuckle, and then swoon, "Mmmm," as Dodger drives his cock back up my ass, then, "Aaaaah," from me as he pulls it back and he starts fucking with, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds ringing in my ears. A minute of bliss as I squirm moaning, and then Dodger pulls his hard boner completely out, sighing, "Oooh, fuck, that felt good. Go ahead, Vinnie." Vinnie smacks my butt cheek with the head of his cock, then a couple of times on my anus before pushing the head against my asshole and humping it inside. My shoulders do a little shudder even though his cock isn't much fatter than Dodger's. As Vinnie plows it up my ass though it's immediately apparent how much longer it is. Longer than Ryan's too. My head's back stretching my neck and my back's arches as I take that big boner inside me. I'm making a hissing sound absorbing the hurt inside, but loving it too. Vinnie keeps pushing that big boner up, up, up my ass until he's laying against my buttocks like Dodger did. He goes, "Wow,
that's tight," and then, "SLAP! SLAP!SLAP!" with his hand real fast leaving my left butt cheek stinging.
Dodger's laughing again at his protégé. He's over at the dryer now picking up the clippers and turning them on. Vinnie, screams, "Don't you dare, Dodger." Dodger laughs, "You'd let me if I really wanted to give you a haircut,
wouldn't you?" Vinnie goes, "I guess, but don't ask." I'm squirming and pushing back against Vinnie, really enjoying being this filled up back there now that my rectum has stretched. Feels good! Dodger turns off the clippers and lights two cigarettes. He bends down and puts one between my lips then passes the other one to Vinnie and lights one for himself. We all drag on the cigarettes and exhale a cloud of smoke. Dodger's behind Vinnie now with Vinnie straining his head around to see what Dodger's up to. Dodger laughs, saying, "Don't worry, boyfriend, I'm not going to ask if I can give you a haircut. Not today anyway." Vinnie mutters, "Good," then looks forward as he's withdrawing his boner. It's takes awhile to pull it all back and the sensations in my ass get my shoulders doing a spastic shudder as I moan, "Mmmm, Vinnie, feels good." When he's got about seven inches of boner pulled out and I'm sucking on my cigarette concentrating on how awesome his cock feels, he stops and grunts, "Umm, ooh, Dodger!" Looking back I see a grinning Dodger with a cigarette between his teeth, apparently pushing his boner up Vinnie's ass. Vinnie pushes his cock back up my ass and leans against me again as I hear, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," from Dodger smacking into Vinnie's
ass cheeks. Oh fuck, that gets my cock really tightening up now. It's hard and throbbing deliciously. I just wish I could watch Dodger fucking Vinnie's cute ass. A minute later Dodger pulls his boner out of Vinnie, murmuring, "Mmmm, damn, you got a good ass for fucking, boyfriend." Vinnie murmurs, "Thanks, Dodger." A loud, "SLAP!" on Vinnie's ass by Dodger gets Vinnie yelping, then he starts a steady fucking of my ass and I'm moaning continually and squirming under him. In two minutes my climax is right there, but Vinnie pulls out, mumbling, "Good warm up, huh, Dodger?"
I'm breathing deeply feeling frustration because it felt like a big orgasm was ready to launch. Dodger's like, "Come on, Vinnie, back up on the stool so Dylan can finish your haircut and I can enjoy my fetish." I get up making myself act as blasé as those two. I'm pulling my pants up with my anus vibrating and causing another little shoulder shudder. Vinnie gets his pants up too as I'm thinking. 'The hell with the haircut. What I really wanna do is get Vinnie to finish the fuck he started'. Clearing my throat, then doing two fake coughs, I'm like, "Okay, where was I?" The rest of Vinnie's haircut is all clippers over comb and then some scissor and comb blending everything neatly. Then, after using the trimmer clippers to outline around and behind Vinnie's ears his haircut's done. Fuck, now he looks about fourteen years old with his preppy part on the left side of his head, and the hair on top combed over to the side away from the part. I even put some hair tonic in his hair to further the image and comb a little pompadour in front. When I finish, he looks in the mirror, muttering, "I look like a nerd," and Dodger says, "No you don't, ya look like a private first class Army medic." Vinnie smirks, "That's what you look like, I look like a nerdy geek. Why'd you use the hair tonic, Dylan?" I go, "Because that's what nerdy geek's do, they put hair tonic in their hair to keep it neatly in place." He shakes his head, grinning, and says, "Well, I hate to admit it but I like this nerdy geek look. It fits my brainiac status at school. Now I need a pocket protector and some eyeglasses." Dodger and I are laughing, then Vinnie's like, "Hey Dylan, Manny will definitely want this look too." I laugh, "I haven't seen Manny for like two months," and Vinnie goes, "Yeah, that's what he said, and he looks just like I did with his big mop of hair. He'll want this awesome nerdy geek look, I just know he will." Dodger yells, "It's not a fucking nerdy geek look or I wouldn't have it!" Vinnie and I smirk at each other muttering, "Geek," under our breath. See, when Vinnie feels comfortable in a situation he loosens up and can be kinda funny on purpose.
We all light fresh cigarettes and Dodger says, "Lets get naked to have a proper three-way sex-a-thon." I shrug as Vinnie asks me, "Are you sure there's no chance your mom would come back to the house?" I go, "It's one in a million, and anyway we're down here." Dodger says, "Yeah, exactly where she'd walk through to get upstairs. That's if the one in a million chances happens today and she parked behind my pickup." I go, "Yeah, I hear ya. My room is safer," and we trudge upstairs with Vinnie carrying the fan that I'll face out my bedroom window. I leave the barber stuff on the dryer and Vinnie cut hairs on the tile floor to deal with later. On the way upstairs we all chugalug the rest of our beer, that's warm by now, so I asks, "You guys want another beer?" Dodger says, "Nah, but we need ashtrays." I tell them to get the fan situated, then I go to the kitchen. In the cabinet under the sink is where mom and Tris hide the plastic ashtrays for when they sneak cigarettes on the balcony of our condo. There are ashtrays hidden in Tris' cabinet in her condo too.
Back in my bedroom with the door locked, I lay the three ashtrays here and there then turn the fan on 'high'. It's noisily blowing hard out the open window as we undress. I'm like, "Wow, Dodger! Nice bod, dude." He's got great muscle definition on his very tight body. Upper pecs look hard as does his midsection with a mini six-pack developing. His arms look hot too especially his bicep muscles. I'm like, "Your hot, Dodger." he's always had a swimmers sleek body and he still does, but with more muscle definition now. He's slim too and even without any chest hair he's still got one of the hottest bodies I've seen in the flesh. Vinnie says, "Stop staring at Dodger, Dylan! He's mine." I have to laughs, "Was I staring?" and Dodger's saying, "Whaddaya talking about, you both have hot bodies too," which makes me glance at Vinnie, but all I look at with a naked Vinnie is his huge penis and big balls. I ask, "Isn't it uncomfortable lugging that much cock and balls around, Vinnie?" he says, "It gets heavy sometimes, so when I'm tired I get someone to carry my dick for me." I laugh out loud, enjoying the unexpected humor from Vinnie. He often gives some deadpan clueless response to dumb questions like mine, but like I said, he's relaxing and feeling comfortable finally. As Dodger lights Marlboros, then passes them around, I check out Vinnie's body for a minute and he's got a small but solid looking frame and nice muscle definition in proportion to his size. He also has some new chest hairs that he's presently rubbing his fingers through. Skinny legs with hair on the calves, and over all not too bad of a body, but that cock and balls hanging between his legs requires him to stand with his legs spread slightly. Actually it's kinda freakish when I see Vinnie totally naked like this, and I remember thinking the same thing the last time I saw him naked.
Dodger exhales a long plume of smoke, then asks me, "Are you done staring at our naked bodies yet, Dylan?" With smoke coming out of my nose and mouth, I go, "Fuck you! I wasn't staring so much as I was just waiting for you to take charge like you always do." He says, "Okay, we need a hug first." We hold our hands with the cigarette away for a one arm hug. Oh my god, when our bodies come together it gives me shivers. Dodger's tight body and smooth skin feels awesome as I hug him tightly with my free arm, and he says, "You too, Vinnie, this is a group hug." Vinnie exhales in our direction, then it's sexy hot having three naked young gay guys hugging? Damn, I like that. We take turns doing deep kisses spreading each other's saliva around and then doing smoky kisses as we rub each other with the palms of our hands leaning into one another. So sexy for me I spring a boner with Dodger laughing. Smoke drifts out of his mouth as he's saying, "Dylan, you get a hard-on faster than anyone I've ever known or heard of." I mutter, "So what, boners feel good." Vinnie blows exhaled smoke in our faces grinning. As we bat at the smoke, he asks, "Is it okay if I suck your cock, Dodger?" Dodger grins at me taking a drag, then he goes, "What do you think, Vinnie?" and he messes up Vinnie's preppy hairdo with Vinnie complaining, "Don't Dodger! Dylan had it combed in the perfect nerdy geeky way." Dodger mumbles, "Geeky, my ass," as Vinnie drops to his knees, stubs out his cigarette in one of the ashtrays; then, with his cigarette butt smoldering he begins making a lot of slurping wet mouth sounds sucking Dodger's cock. I'd like another taste of Vinnie's cock, but in the meantime I take a last drag off my cigarette and walk over to put it out in the ashtray on my desk. Back to watching Vinnie suck off Dodger my cock gets harder as he gobbles up Dodger's meat. Damn, that boy can suck some cock. Dodger's leaning against me groaning and joking about how good it feels as he hands me what's left of his cigarette. I take a last drag off his saliva filled filter, then put it out next to mine. As Vinnie continues sucking Dodger's cock Dodger and I get into a frantic make out with lots of tongue. We're both aroused at Vinnie's cock sucking so it's a hot make-out for maybe two minutes leaving my boner tight up against my belly, already drooling precum.
Then I go, "Aaah," as Vinnie pulls my boner away from my stomach and sucks off the precum. Looking down I see Dodger's cock sticking straight out from his body which happens often with shorter erect penises. My six inch penis
has to get extremely hard before it sticks straight out from my body, but it's happened many times just the same. A penis like Vinnie's when extremely erect will stick out front but sag from it's own weight. Dodger's been leaning on me while Vinnie sucked his cock, and now he's leaning against me staring at Vinnie sucking mine. He lets go of me to light three new cigarettes, passing one to me, then he walks behind Vinnie. With two cigarettes between his teeth, Dodger grabs Vinnie's hips and lifts his ass. This makes Vinnie drop his hands to the floor so he's on all fours, and my cock slides out of his mouth because his head's too low now. Dodger leans over and gives Vinnie one of the cigarettes. It's between Vinnie's lips when Dodger gives Vinnie's ass a hard spanking, "Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!" with Vinnie hanging his head groaning as a puff of smoke comes out with each groan. He's a trooper though and keeps his ass up for the spanking. The last smack gets Vinnie screaming, "Dodger! Stop it!" causing him to spit his cigarette out. Picking it up he glares at Dodger who's chuckling and smirking at me as he pokes Vinnie's ass with the head of his boner a few times. Vinnie's taking a drag off his smoke, groaning, "Ummm," and Dodger pushes his boner all the way up Vinnie's ass with Vinnie's head coming up as he groans with smoke coming out of his nose like a cartoon bull. "Aggggg, uummm," from Vinnie, but God that was hot! Watching Dodger's cock disappear up Vinnie's ass gets my sensitized cock twitching, then another long drool of precum slides slowly drown the shaft. Inhaling off the cigarette between my lips, I grab my boner in my fist and stroke it a few times grimacing because I almost
blow my load. Okay, no more touching.
Sauntering behind Dodger, who's knees are bent as he's humping Vinnie, I bite on the cigarette filter, then plug the head of my boner in Dodger's ass,
"Oooooh!" He stops fucking Vinnie making an, "Ahh!" sound, smoke coming out with his groan. What the fuck, it's like he's never had a cock up his ass before. With cigarette smoke drifting all around us I push my boner in slowly as Dodger arches his back, his head up with his cigarette clamped between his teeth pointing up and Dodger groaning at each inch of boner I shove up his ass, "Ooooh, aaah, aaaah, ooh fuuucccck." I grab his shoulders and pull him back onto the rest of my boner until his butt cheeks are tight against me. He pulls Vinnie back with him and two puff of smoke come from Dodger's mouth with his groans. He stubs the cigarette out in the floor ashtray, while Vinnie, still on his hands and knees, is straining his neck looking back at us with a inch long cigarette butt between his lips. Dodger's fire hydrant of a cock is still plugged tightly up Vinnie's ass. Vinnie tells me, "Dodger stopped fucking me." I laugh out loud because I'm looking right at those two and can plainly see what's happening, or not happening.
As Dodger grunts, "Fuckin' tight, Dylan," Vinnie puts out his cigarette and I give Dodger's left butt cheek a, "Smack!" Then say, "How's it feel, Dodger?" He laughs a short laugh looking back at me, mumbling, "Pretty fuckin' good actually." Withdrawing my boner and driving it right back up his ass, his back arches like before with his head back and Dodger moaning, "Mmmm, oooh, jeeeesus." Then with Dodger leaning on Vinnie's back, holding onto his shoulders, I start plowing Dodger's ass fast and hard. All any of us hears now is my grunting as sensation on the head of my cock intensify mightily, and Dodger's constant moaning, plus the fast, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds of my crotch smacking into Dodger's butt cheeks as I fuck my boner back and forth in his ass. It goes on for four or five minutes with me sweating and breathing deeply until Dodger humps against Vinnie's stationary ass cheeks moaning with his body stiff. He makes high whiny noises humping Vinnie without withdrawing his boner at all, just humping against Vinnie's buttocks obviously pumping cum up Vinnie's ass. Vinnie, sounding shocked, tells me, "Dodger just climaxed in my ass without moving his dick!"
My orgasm is on me now so all I can do by way of response to Vinnie is slam my swollen boner up Dodgers ass one last time and then do what Dodger was doing to Vinnie. I'm squealing and humping Dodger's buttocks without actually moving my groin away from him as cum stream from my cock into Dodger's bowel, then again, and twice more. I lay against him with my heart thumping and my breathing raspy as after affects of my awesome climax buzz around my groin making my body shudder. Then a dozen thrusts into Dodger's cum-filled rectum, me smiling and feeling ten feet tall. There is definitely something special about topping! There's no denying it's a dominant act. I pull my boner out and watch my white creamy sperm boys drooling out of Dodger's gaping asshole. Cool! So sexy and hot too! I go, "Nice ass, Army boy," and slap his ass splattering spunk on his buttocks and the back of his legs. Dodger laughs, then says, "I'm gonna fuck you back, Dylan, but first would you light a cigarette for me?" I light one and hand it to him. He takes a drag, then says, "You'll get yours, but right now I've got to get my boyfriend off." With my cum continuing to run out of his asshole Dodger gets into a hot fast fuck of Vinnie as he's inhaling and exhaling cigarette smoke in time with his trusting until his head's almost obscured with cigarette smoke. It's takes a good five minutes of Vinnie moaning and calling out Dodger's name before Vinnie lifts up off his hands, lets out a long breath humping his hips shooting cum a good five feet to the side. His cock was really hard but hanging to the side when it exploded. Dodger gets his arm around the front of Vinnie's neck and drives his cock up his ass hard again as Vinnie does another hip hump gasping for air and shooting a few shorter spurts of cum here and there. I stare at the sheer volume of spunk from Vinnie's nuts wishing his cock was up my ass when it went off.
I'm holding the ashtray for Dodger to drop his latest cigarette on while looking at the floor seeing creamy cum glistening and shining in a number of places and it's all on the hardwood floor, not on the throw rugs. There's some more moaning before they join me standing up. Dodger goes, "You get fucked next, Dylan." I go, "What, you're acting like you've been violated or something. You think you're too good to take it up the ass?" Vinnie, mumbles, "Oh Dodger, Dylan just a cacoethes to fuck you, that's all. He couldn't resist", Dodger and me exchange glances not comprehending what Vinnie just said, then Dodger says, "Oh, explains it, Vin," then to me, "No, I'm not too good to take it up the ass. I've only had my brother's dick up my ass a couple hundred times." I shrug, "Okay, so I forgot that. How'd ya like my dick?" He goes, "It felt quite nice actually, although Vinnie's got a couple of inches on you." He's taking it pretty well, but I know he wasn't expecting me to fuck him and he likes to be in charge of our three-ways. Then he says, "It's just that I'm suppose to orchestrate our three-ways." I mumble, "Shit changes, Dodger. I'm the oldest so I should do the orchestrating, as you call it." Vinnie says, "No one needs to orchestrate it. Whatever feels right, do it." I go, "Wisdom from the mouths of babes. That's even a better idea, Vinnie." Dodger gets his arm around Vinnie's neck to kiss his cheek, than ask, "Okay, what's a cacoethes or whatever it is you said Dylan had?" Vinnie says, "Jeez, it means like an insatiable urge. Something like that, although that may be a secondary meaning." I hold up my hand, "And we don't want to know more, thank you so much, mister brainiac." Vinnie says, "Mostly I'm smart in mathematics, like Manny. We're the two smartest students Mr. Palkmer has in any of his calculus classes." Dodger says, "That's swell, Vinnie, except I don't even know what the fuck calculus is, but that's neither here nor there. Dylan, can we get that other beer now, do ya think?"
I'm pulling on my pants as Dodger and Vinnie wipe their cum-smeared asses. Getting a towel out of the hamper, I wet it and then drag it around with my foot wherever cum landed. Done that, I'm like, "I'll grab us some beers, guys," and I go back up to Tris' condo for three more Miller beers and the 101st IOU note gets tacked onto the one I wrote earlier. We drink the beers on the balcony although it's still cool outside. No one wants a cigarette because we smoked too many the last twenty minutes. We discuss, what else, the three-way sex-a-thon that Dodger claims doesn't qualify as a 'thon' if we don't do seconds. No one has any problem with that. Dodger keeps messing up Vinnie preppy haircut that Vinnie keeps combing and he even asks to borrow more hair tonic. Vinnie can be very entertaining without realizing it. We get the munchies and check the pantry finding a unopened bag of Bachman Original pretzels. They're the salty ones so we take the bag to my bedroom and eat pretzels while surfing songs we like on Youtube. I play five versions of 'Chocolate' by the English indie rock band '1975'. Three of the videos are acoustic soles by the lead singer, Matthew Healy. Too cool!!
I look at my watch and Vinnie asks, "Why do you wear a watch, Dylan? Just look at your cellphone." I'm like, "What's easier, Vinnie, doing this?" and I glance at my watch, "Or this," and I fumble my cellphone out and push the
button, then put my cellphone back in my pocket. He says, "Looking at your
cellphone," and I mutter, "Moron," as Dodger says, "I got a joke for ya." We look at him and he goes, "This guy's got a new girlfriend. A Thai girl who tells him that, 'No, it shouldn't be a problem. A tiny little penis is simply not a problem in a loving relationship'. The guy shrugs, thinking, 'Yeah, I guess not, but still I wish she didn't have one'." All three of us howl with laughter as I'm thinking that's a gutsy joke to be telling considering Dodger's four inch cock. No, that's not fair because four inches is not a tiny penis. Two inches and smaller is a tiny penis. Yeah, but for a girl? I'm not sure what the average size is for girls with a penis. Wonder how many girls have both and if it's possible, handling things delicately, if the girl could get herself pregnant? Dodger asks, "Anybody ready yet to screw again?"
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donny mumford@outlook.com
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