Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 7

by Donny Mumford

Robby's just left to play in the baseball team's pick up game. No coaches involved, just the players. So, Ryan and I are alone in the apartment now, and he's acting frisky... he wants me to ask him nicely to fuck my ass. I smirk at him and he smirks back with the tip of his pink tongue peeking out. His tongue looks delicious, and what the hell, I gotta admit he's as sexy as anyone I've ever met, and at times he's the sexiest. To me he is anyway. Reaching over I run my fingers through his little goatee and he grabs my wrist, asking, "What do you need to say, Dylan?" I hesitate before giving in, and then say, "Okay, please fuck me, Ryan." He grins nodding his head, then says, "Good boy, now you can get undressed. No, wait, heh heh, undress on the balcony, that'll be better." I look at him, "Really?" He goes, "Yep, and don't trip over the weights that are on the floor out there. From now on we'll be doing things my way or not at all." That's bossy alright, but to be cantankerous and to test his resolve, I mutter, "Okay, then it's gonna be not at all. I'm not getting undressed out there in broad daylight. So I guess I'll mess around with the weighs instead, at least until you come to your senses." I've got to get this idea out of his head I'm gonna be submissive to him when Rob's not around. We played at that last year, but this is this year and I'm committed to Robby. I'm submissive only to Robby. Well, except during sex because I like that. I pick up the two dumbbells that have two five pound weight for a grand total of sixteen pounds on each, and do some curls smirking at Ryan. He gets the big bar and puts on eighty pounds which means, when the bar weight is included, it equals ninety-two pounds. Without struggling he does five curls with it, his biceps bulging, and then he lifts the bar above his head five time before lightly putting the barbell on the floor, mumbling, "I could do a lot more reps if I wanted to." I go, "Let me try that." Ryan chuckles, "You can't lift that much." I stagger picking it up. What the fuck? He did it easily, but I can't even do one curl or one lift. Almost dropping it, I put the weights down frowning at Ryan. He says, "After lots of lifting you'll eventually be able to lift it. I'll help you with the weight lifting when Rob's ready to do it." I shrug, mumbling, "Okay, I guess I need help."

We don't say anything for a few seconds, then he asks, "You're not going to do what I want?" I shake my head 'no', and he's like, "Well, I guess I'll walk back to the dorm then and see what Marty's up too." "Who's Marty?" and he says, "I told you already, he's my roommate." Fuck! I ask Ryan, "Is he,

um, gay?" Ryan shrugs, "He claims he is, but you couldn't prove it by me."

Biting my bottom lip I'm determined to call his bluff about me getting undressed on the balcony. Ryan waves, "See ya, Dylan," as he heads for the door, then stops, and says, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot, Rob invited me to dinner here again tonight so I'll se ya then." I mutter, "Yeah, see ya," and watch him leave. He'll have to cross the parking lot and the wooded area behind our condo to get to route 114 so I go out on the balcony and watch for him. He doesn't use the apartment's building's back door, but goes out the front one for some reason. Thirty seconds later he's around the side of the building walking under my balcony towards the parking lot and the trees beyond it without looking back. That prick! What's his problem? I call down to him, "What's wrong?" Ryan turns and waves, then turns around again to continue walking. I watch him for a few seconds realizing, now that I'm at college, he might be the only side-sex I have left, then yell, "Okay, you win, I'll do it." He stops, turns around and slowly walks back to stand under the balcony looking up, smugly asking, "You'll do what?" I frown, "You know," and he yells up, "Do you mean you'll get naked on the balcony?" I look around and don't see anyone, so I nod my head, then mutter, "Yeah," and he disappears under the balcony where he buzzes the back door of our apartment building and I hit the buzzer letting him in. Sometimes the front door is open, but you always need to enter the code or buzz for someone to let you in at the back door.

I leave the balcony and go inside to wait for him. Shortly he's up the steps and inside the apartment. He looks at me, then asks, "What are you doing in here? Get out there on the balcony and start taking your clothes off." I

ask, "Why are you being like this, Ryan? You weren't like this before." He

comes over to stand right in front of me. He's about six inches shorter than me so I look down into his eyes, and he goes, "You like it like this, don't you? You want me to be dominant, so to answer your question, I'm being like this for you." I say, "Oh, we'll don't be, okay? I like the other you." Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he says, "Go ahead, Dylan, do what you said you would... get undressed on the balcony." I mutter, "This is crazy," and look at him with a puss on my face. He reaches behind me and smacks my ass. I grin at him, mumbling, "Come on, Ryan, be nice." He nods his head, "I'm being nice the way you like me to be nice, now get undressed on the balcony." I ask, "Why?" and he's like, "Because I said so." He's smiling and saying all this nicely enough, so I shrug, "Oh, okay, I guess I said I would, so..." and slide the screen door over to the side and while stepping out on the balcony pull my t-shirt over my head. He says, "In the middle of the balcony, Dylan." Taking a step backwards, I look around then drop my shorts. He goes, "Now your underpants," so fuck it, I drop those too and it's weird being naked outside. Guess I wouldn't make it as a nudist.

"Take your sneakers and socks off now." What a pain in the ass. I do that looking down the row of balconies and see some people further down to my left just coming out on their balcony. They're not looking this way though, thank God. When my sneakers and socks are off, Ryan says, "Let me see your dick. Hold it out." Taking big breaths then blowing it out with my cheeks puffing out, I stretch my dick. He says, "Stroke it a couple of times, show me

what you got." I look to my left again, then stroke it a few times feeling

that submissive trance hovering near by. He says, "I'm just getting you in the mood to be submissive the way you like." He waits a few seconds, then wiggles his index finger for me to come in. He's being a bully and a prick, that's what he's doing. I hop through the door grinning self-consciously and blushing, feeling stupid. Ryan says, "Huh, I didn't think you'd do it." I says, "Do you enjoy being a prick?" He shakes his head, 'no'. Shrugging, I mutter, "I tried calling your bluff, but you wouldn't bluff." He grins, "I was going to forget the whole idea if you let me get too far away without calling me back." I'm sucking my lips staring at him. I got to admit, there's something about him, or maybe many things about him that I can't fucking resist. He asks, "Are you mad at me?" I mutter, "Yes, I am. You shouldn't treat me this way." He goes, "I'm sorry, I was just messing around with you by being a dominant asshole 'cause you told me you like that." I think there's more to it than that, but I don't know what exactly.

Ryan says, "Try lifting the bar bell again." Shaking my head, "Ninety-two pounds is too heavy for me," so he takes off some weights, and says, "Try it now... it's a mere sixty-five pounds ." I can barely do two curls, and then only two lifts before my muscles turn to jelly. He's like, "Are you putting me on? You can't lift more than that?" I say, "I don't think so." Smiling, he mutters, "That's pathetic," and I ask, "How much did you lift when you started with weights at the beginning of the summer?" He goes, "Fifty pounds," and laughs, "Less than you, but you'll be surprised how fast you can improve the amount of weight and repetitions." He picks up the sixty-five pounds easily and lifts it over his head twelve times without straining. I mumble, "You're giving me a hard on, mister bulging biceps." He puts the weighs down and wiggles his finger at me again, so I go over, asking, "What?" and he says, "Here's what," and gets his arm around the back of my neck pulling my head down so he can kiss my lips wetly and then, with a saliva saturated tongue, he licks from my chin up and over my lips, and then keeps going up the front of my nose. He looks into my eyes, then does it again. That hovering trance sensation drifts down around my brain as my cock gets hard for real this time. I love when Ryan or Robby do that licking thing, it's so sexy. My arms go around Ryan and squeeze his hard little body tightly against my naked body, loving the feel and smell of him. We kiss and suck on each others lips, then his tongue goes in my mouth. His glasses fog up as both his hands drop down to squeeze my butt cheeks and pull my groin against his as he humps gently into me. Saliva begins drooling down my chin and I'm moaning in a deep sexual arousal. Oh my God, Ryan can turn me on sexually so quickly and easily. His saliva smells clean and fresh as I suck on his mouth moaning quietly. About three minutes of this and then Ryan licks across my cheek leaving a wet trail to my ear, "Take out my cock." Stifling a moan, I fumble at the zipper on his shorts, pull it down and urgently push my fingers inside the fly of his boxer shorts and pull out his semi-hard cock. Mine's a steel rod. Ryan grips behind my head bringing my head down, down, down to his crotch and I slurp his big cock into my mouth with his crotch odor strong and oh so sexy as it swims around in my head.

Slurping and licking his cock until it's hard, he then grabs the back of my head and pulls it towards his crotch as he humps his hips forcing his hard long cock past my gag reflect area into my throat. I feel my neck bulge out near my adam's apple. There's a vomit/gagging sensation running through my brain because his cock's so big, but I consciously relax and it thankfully passes. Ryan pushes more shaft in, leaving it there for a few seconds as tears are swelling in my eyes, then he pulls his sloppy cock from my throat, muttering, "Turn around now, baby, and I'll give you what you need." The tears weren't from pain, I don't know what they're from. In a deep trance now, I turn around and Ryan's arms encircle my waist, pulling me back against him. His arms feel so strong when he puts downward pressure on me and his sloppy cock slides up my back a little as I lower my ass. He steps back a bit and then his hard cock's head pushes against my anus, the lips spread and he humps it in past my sphincter. A groan from me, "Ooooh, gawd," and my shoulders do a little shudder. He waits a few seconds then pushes his big hard cock slowly, considerately slow up my ass, giving my rectum time to adjust to the size of his boner. When his groin is tight against my buttocks, he whispers, "Does it feel good, baby? I hope it feels as good to you as it does to me. I love, love, love your ass." My head is back against his shoulder, I murmur, "Awesome, Ryan, it feels awesome." He sucks on the hickey Robby recently gave me as I gasp with my hard cock quivering in it's tightness. With Ryan's fat cock way up my ass, twitching now, I hear him slurping on the hickey and he continues doing it until it's stinging and burning. Moving my shoulder to pull the hickey away from his mouth, and, "Smack! Smack!" from Ryan on my bare ass... two stinging slaps on my ass, with him saying, "NO! Move your shoulder back, boy!" When he spanked me his dick pulled out four or five inches. I keep my shoulder steady now so he can go back to sucking on the hickey while he slowly pushes his cock back inside me, way up my ass. I feel his pubic hairs tickling my buttocks, and then he's tightly against me again. He continues sucking the hickey until, out of nowhere I feel a deep dreamy sensation descending over my mind like pouring cold, thick maple syrup over pancakes. It oozes over my brain relaxing me and there's no more resisting his hickey sucking and licking, or anything else he has in mind. Another quiet moan slips from my throat as I lay back docilely against him. His mouth comes off my hickey and he murmurs, "That's my good boy."

When Ryan finally pulls his mouth away from my neck for good, the air feels cool on the wet hickey making it sting even more. Ryan roughly pushes at the back of my head, almost a slap, as he mutters, "Get down, bend over," and I bend over obediently, my hands on my knees. My eyelids are droopy and that floating feeling comes over me, the one that sometimes happens when someone is very dominant like Ryan's been the last twenty minutes or so. No one can do it for me like he can, he's the best. He's hasn't been very nice, only fairly nice about everything, but there's this awesome dreamy and sexy trance to consider as well. 'His way or no way,' registers in my brain and locks down. My cock likes everything about Ryan's behavior as it points straight up from my groin, very hard against my belly leaking precum that drips to the carpet. With me bent over, my ass tipping up a bit at just the right level and angle, I anticipate being fucked very well when he's ready. Ryan mutters, "Keep your ass right there," and he pulls his cock completely out, with me moaning, "Ooooh, ummm, noooo." He steps to the side and swings his arm way back spanking my ass a half dozen times hard, "Smack! Smack! Smack!" then, "Smack! Smack! Smack!" My butt cheeks sting and feel hot as his cock again slides tightly back up my ass. I groan with my ass muscles tightening. When his cock is back up my ass and he's tight against me, he grips my hips with both hands and begins a hard fast fucking that has me in ecstasy right from the start. His long fat cock traveling way up my ass, then pulling way back only to immediately make the trip way back into my bowels again, and it happens very fast, over and over. The hard fat head of his cock plows into my rectum, a seemingly long trip back up my ass with the fat head spreading the walls of my bowels as it goes. Each penetration send electric buzzes of sexual pleasure to my brain as I lick my lips absorbing the sexy sensations that are blinking all over me like little sparks. The sexual sensations in my rectum begin sizzling constantly, my prostate and anus sending out unbelievable vibrations that are alive with sexual pleasure. My head moves around in the air as I moan, "Aaaah, aaah, oooh, mmm, Ryan, fuck me." The slapping sound of his body smacking against my stinging butt cheeks rings in my ears like slaps. Ryan's strong arms are pulling me back into each of his hard thrusts. His hands tightly grip my hips pull me back two or three inches as he thrust his cock up my ass and then pushes me forward a little as he pulls his cock back, followed immediately by another pull into his next hard thrust. No resistance of any kind from me, my body is loose, letting Ryan handle me the way he chooses. Again I sense the strength in his arms and a picture of him lifting the weights with his biceps bulging forms in my head as I moan and stay docile for my dominant sex partner. My climax comes on me fast. As quickly as three or four minutes after he began driving his cock inside me. I'm wreathing with sexual pleasure, then squeal as loudly as I ever have, my whole body shaking as I arch my back, gagging on my squeal as cum's shooting from my hard cock, my mind blank except for the overwhelming pleasure of orgasm. The spray of the first stream of cum wets my stomach and chest as the sperm-filled spunk passes by my face, just under my chin, on it's way to land just short of the sliding door to the balcony. Then, "Ooooh, oooh," as more cum pumps out of my throbbing cock. My body shakes some more with all kinds of sensations whirling around and I savor them even as Ryan continues hammering his monster boner inside me.

Sensations from my orgasm fade slowly with my shoulders again shuddering and then the sexy sensations of my big orgasm fade away leaving only their awesome memories behind. But my rectum is still a bastion of sexual pleasure sensations as Ryan smoothly and forcefully fuck's me until he grunts, "Aaah! Oh Fuck!" and a river of cum saturates my bowels. Then Ryan pours more creamy cum up my ass and it's very wet inside, even though some of it is already running out and sliding down my butt cheeks. Ryan's thrusts now make a slushy sound for thirty seconds more and then he pulls out entirely, steps back and breathing hard, and then he smacks my ass, "SLAP!" Slapping my wet ass stings extra bad like a bumble bee sting and I yelp. The lips of my ass are gapping open as more of Ryan's cum drools out. He mutters, "Holy shit, that was awesome," then, "Get around here, Dylan, and suck me off." Still in a deep submissive trance I turn around and drop to my knees to gobble his cock into my mouth sucking and licking, then take it out and lick from his nuts up the shaft getting the parts of the shaft that didn't fit in my mouth. "Hands and knees," he says, and when I turn around on my hands and knees he slides his cock back up my ass and fuck's me until my boner comes back up. I drop my forehead to the back of my hands on the floor with Ryan continuing to drive his cock in hard and fast, grunting with the effort. This goes on for ten minutes or so, "Slap,slap,slap,slap!" with me moaning the whole time. And then I have another climax, a mini climax that gets me shaking like a leaf. He groans loudly, his body's doing the shaking now as he lays on my ass with his chest on my back and he then has his own mini climax, his boner twitching inside me as it spurts out his load. His body shudders twice more on my back which causes his glasses to fall off his face, landing next to my forehead.

Ryan moan quietly, then slowly straightens up and pulls his cock from my ass, gives my ass another hard slap, "Smack!" He says, "You're totally awesome! How 'bout passing me my glasses." Still feeling quite submissive and lazy, I pick up his glasses and hold them out to my hot dom and he puts them on, then helps me up. I'm feeling weirdly dizzy, like maybe taking a nap is in order. With his arm around my waist we walk into my bedroom, cum running down the back of my legs. Through the bedroom into the bathroom where Ryan run a bath with me standing here in a bit of a daze. Ryan's hugging and kissing me lightly on the lips and when the water's three-quarters of the way up the sides of the tub, he gets me in the tub, murmuring, "I'm going to bath you, just sit there and don't do or say anything until I tell you to. You being submissive after the sex like this is exactly what I'm talking about. You're doing great. Just like the old days, huh?" I still feel dreamy and do what I'm told because it's been pretty damn good this far. Actually, him bathing me does nothing to lessen the feeling of Ryan being pleasantly and sexily completely in charge. Inhaling his sexy scent, I rub my cheek against his when he's leaning down washing my lower extremities. He washes me slowly without talking and then pulls the plug, closes the shower curtain, and turns the shower on to rinse me off. After a two minute shower, he turns the water off and helps me out of the tub, then dries me. He guides my naked self to my bed and we lay on it with Ryan's arms around me. This is so pleasantly nice and relaxing. After a minute or so of silence, he quietly says, "Yesterday you asked me to do some of the dominant shit, as you put it, that I used to do with you before I moved, and that's what I've been trying to do this afternoon."

So that's it. I mumble, "Oh, I wondered what got into you." He says, "I won't do it anymore if you don't want me to. I'm just trying to work it out so

we can recreate the past a little. Those were hot sexy fun days, but after

last summer when I wasn't the slightest bit dominant ever, now it's a bit if a struggle for me. Out of practice I guess." Hmmm, now that I think about it, I'm not at all sure this is what I want because Robby and me are more

committed now then we were then. We've taken it up to a new level getting engaged. I mumble, "I don't know, Ryan, it's just, um, I don't know..." We lay here without talking for a while longer, Ryan rubbing the palms of his hands over my skin, then he gets up and retrieves my clothes off the balcony floor. He brings them in and holds them out to me. I ask, "What, should I get dressed now, Ryan?" He looks at me funny, then says, "If you want to. It's not up to me. You need to be submissive to me after sex when Rob's not around, but I'd never carry it so far that you need to ask me if you can get dressed. Get real!" Oh yeah, what the fuck am I thinking? I get dressed with Ryan looking at me funny again, and after a minute, he says, "You know, you better make damn sure you never meet someone like Mack, my dom this summer, because he'd have you acting like his trained monkey in no time. That's basically what he wanted me to be, but fortunately I had to come back here to college or else he'd probably have finished the job. He's similar to those cult guys, the crazy leaders who get blind devotion from certain types of people. With you, it'd take Mack two weeks, tops." I mutter, "Don't say that, Ryan, I'm nobody's trained anything. And anyway, I was only kidding you a minute ago about getting dressed. Trying to make a point. During sex you being dominant's fine, but it's over when the sex is over." He mutters, "It didn't seem that way. We need to talk about this some more, but not now."

We walk out to the balcony and light cigarettes as I'm thinking, when everything's said and done, that was really hot sex. Hmmm, now that I know he was acting dominant for my benefit, and he was doing it fairly nicely too, I decide I want more of that part of it, so I go, "Um, now that I've had a little time to think about it, um, yeah, I did like your dominance during our

sex, Ryan. After the sex, not so much." He shrugs, "I wasn't being dominant after the sex. It's just the sub/dom game with us, not real life. For others, like Mack, it's not a game, it is their real life." I nod my head, and he looks at me, then goes, "So, you want me to continue this act next time too, right?" I say, "Surprise me. I think that's what made it hot. I wasn't expecting it." My cell phone rings and without even looking at the caller ID, I go, "Hello," and hear, "Hey, dude, it's Jarod. We still on for five or five-thirty?" I think fast and remembering he asked for a haircut when we were outside the Rogers Center. That seems like days ago now. I go, "Um, just a second, Jarod," and hold my cell phone against my chest, asking Ryan. "Would it be alright? Oh, that's not what I mean... I mean, do you mind if I give a guy a haircut this afternoon? It's not like I'm trying to get rid of you now that our sex is over. Um, it's just that I promised this guy... He'd be coming over in about twenty minutes, or I could tell him to make it later." Ryan says, "Hell, Dylan, if you promised him, go for it, but it is a little bit like slam, bam, than you ma'am." I mutter, "Oh yeah, but I promised the guy. Thanks for understanding," and I tell Jarod, "Sure, Jarod. I'll see you shortly." I click off, then say to Ryan, "What I meant was, um, how are you getting back to the dorm? Not that there's any reason you need to leave now if you don't want to. You'll be eating with us tonight anyway, so maybe you just stay here." He says, "Maybe I'll grab a ride back with your friend after his haircuts so I can get cleaned up before dinner." I nod my head really fast like Ryan used to do for Robby. He grins at me shaking his head slowly, then he asks, "What was it Rob said the other day about our haircuts, your's and mine? I'd like to lose this ponytail. The damn thing is, um, it makes me think of Mack to be honest about it. He's the last person I want to think about." I mumble, "Rob said next week some time," and Ryan asks, "How about you cut just the ponytail off, just the ponytail part." I shrug, "Better not, unless you wanna text Rob and see if it's okay. If it's okay with him, I'd like to do it." He texts Rob and Robby calls him back instead of texting. Ryan talks to him about something that has to do with the baseball game, then he asks about the ponytail. He listens to Rob, then says, "Okay, Rob, I understand. See you at dinner." Ending the call, he shakes his head, "He said no. To quote him, 'You twins get haircuts when I say so and it'll be the same day I get one, we're a threesome,' unquote."

I shrug, it's all the same to me. Then, as we wait for Jarod, I tell Ryan about how I know Jarod and about the fight we had last fall and how we've become sort of friends since then. He says, "Yeah, I remember you and Rob talking about that fight. You get in a lot of fight for a sixty pound weakling, don't ya?" He's grinning so I go, "Why you little..." and we wrestle around on the deck giggling. The wrestling play clearly brings home to me how much stronger Ryan's gotten from lifting weights. He easily handles me and I

can tell he's easing up, not wanting to embarrass me. When he finally feels like it, he quickly and easily incapacitates me. I'm basically tied-up in a knot in his arms and legs which brings on flashes of that terrible claustrophobia sensation I get at times, so I mutter, "I give, I give, you win." He squeezes me one last time with my cock moving in my shorts and then he lets me go. He's grinning again, saying, "I don't want to have to spank you, but wrestling with your dom isn't usually the smartest thing you could do." He's joking, but I say, "Spanking's okay, if you feel like it before we do it, you know, like this afternoon." Ryan looks exasperated, saying, "What's this? You want to go back to your dog collar days again? You're too susceptible to anyone dominant, Dylan, I worry about you." I say, "Not to any dominant person. Just ones I like." Then I tell him about my New York city trip and how I left before John could parade me around almost naked on the end of a leash. I'm trying to show him I know when to quit. He's aghast at another aspect of it though, so he goes, "Jesus Christ! Are you shitting me, you drove home from New York city without sleeping for twenty-four hours?" I say, "It was more like thirty-six hours actually," and he just shakes his head, muttering, "Reckless and, um, stupid, Dylan." He squeezes my shoulder, saying, "If you had stayed with that asshole overnight though, you might have found yourself so submissively deep into it you'd never get out." I say, "I appreciate you worrying about me, but I can handle myself. You're the one who needs to worry about yourself in that regard. Only someone I trust can puts a dog collar on me. Plus, like I said, you look out for me." He shakes his head again, muttering, "There will be someone, Dylan, who isn't looking out for you. I'm worried you'll run into him one day." I go, "Don't be dramatic, please," and then tell him about Willie and how easily I saved him from that pervert that was dominating him. I say, "He was deep into it, but he quickly came to realize it wasn't what he wanted. It's not a permanent condition, ya know." He goes, "Yeah, but what if you didn't stumble into him on the Wildwood boardwalk? What would his future look like then?" Hmmm, and again I think, 'Maybe I better give Willie a call and make sure he's still okay'.

Before I can respond to Ryan's last point, the doorbell rings. Good thing too because he had me there with his last observation. That's Willie though, not me. What would Willie's future be if I hadn't intervened? I can't be sure, obviously. We both come in off the balcony and I answer the door. Jarod and I bump fists, then I say, "You guys have met, I believe," and they bump fist with Ryan muttering, "Hey, Jarod." then to me, "Okay if I fuck around on your computer, Dylan?" I go, "Sure," and he mutters, "Later, Jarod," and Ryan disappears in my bedroom. I tell Jarod, "I'm gonna shampoo your hair first." He looks at me oddly, then goes, "You mentioned that, are you saying my hair's dirty?" I glance at his hair, "It's a little greasy, you said so yourself. It cuts better after a shampoo, that's basically why I do the shampoo. High-end salons always shampoo first." He asks, "Can I trust you?" I go, "Thrust me about what?" "That you'll keep your hands off my ass and dick for one thing, no offense intended, but you're the one who told me you're gay." I chuckle, "Yeah, you can trust me not to touch your, um, private parts, but I've got to touch some of you to do this... your head, neck, shoulders, like that." He says, "Touch away there." I hesitate, "Um, don't take this the wrong way, Jarod, but I'm the one who's doing the favor here. Not the other way around, just so we understand each other, you know, no offense intended." He says, "Yeah, I appreciate the free haircut. I wasn't implying I'm doing you a favor, it's just that I was a little nervous you might think, you know, that I had more than a haircut in mind, which couldn't be further from the truth." I shrug, "No problem, we're good, lets go into my bathroom." I've already got the bedroom straight-back chair in the bathroom facing away from the sink. In the bathroom, I tell him, "You need to take your shirt off, Jarod." He asks, "Why's that?" I say, "So it doesn't get wet while I shampoo your hair, and I don't have a barber's cape." He looks at me quizzically, so I add, "You don't want hair all over your shirt, do you?" He takes a deep breath, then says, "Okay," and unbuttons his shirt, takes it off, and hands it to me. I hang it over the towel rack, muttering, "Have a seat."

Jarod's got a lot of dark wavy brown hair on his head, parted in the middle and I'm guessing some of the hairs are at least eight inches long. This could be a lot of fun depending on what kind of haircut he wants. Tipping the chair back against the sink, I ask, "What kind of haircut do you want after the shampoo?" He says, "This same style, parted in the middle, but a lot shorter." I ask, "Like two inches long on top, or what?" He says, "A little shorter than that if you think it'll look okay, maybe an inch or an inch and a half." I say, "It'll look good, Jarod." He says, "I don't want to need another haircut until after the first of the year, but I've let it go way too long this time. It's not cool." To say something positive, I mutter, "You've got great hair." I run my fingers through his hair from front to back, my finger tips sliding against his scalp. He shudders a little, like he got the shivers, but doesn't say anything. His hair smells okay, like dry hair should, although everyone's hair doesn't always smell particularly good to me. Not that it stinks, it's like body scents, some guys I perceive as having sexy scents and others just don't hit me that way. Speaking of bodies, now that his shirt's off I see Jarod's torso is fairly average looking with some dark hair on his chest and a thin happy trail of hairs going from below his bellybutton to disappear under the waistband of his jeans, and I assume meeting up with his pubic hair. After thoroughly wetting his hair, I start massaging in the shampoo and he does what most guys do, he closes his eyes and relaxes enjoying someone giving him a shampoo and massaging his scalp. Not since he was a very young kid and his mother shampooed his hair has he probably had anyone else do it for him. I sort of expected him to be tense like some of the posse boys were at first, but that's not the case.

Without dragging the shampoo out unnecessarily, I still manage to give his scalp a really good massage while moving his hair around in the shampoo suds. After rinsing his hair thoroughly using the hose with the spray nozzle, I vigorously dry his hair with a towel, then finishing drying it using the hair dryer while brushing it. His hair shines now as I comb through it, telling him, "That's it, Jarod," and pat his shoulder giving it a little squeeze. He stands up, saying, "That was cool, Dylan! You sure know what you're doing and, heh heh, I got the shivers, pleasant ones, three or four times. Hope I'm not changing sides here, heh heh." I smile, "Wouldn't that be something? Come on out to the kitchen for your haircut. Passing Ryan I rub his head, then pull on his ponytail. He gives me his sexy grin with his smallish white teeth and pink gums showing and I have the urge to stop and get him to stick his tongue in my mouth, but of course I don't do it. We walk through the living room to the tiled kitchen area where I pull a stool over from the kitchen bar and pat it. Jarod sits down and I take out the box with the haircutting tools and plug in the clippers, saying, "If you want the longest hairs on top to be only an inch and a half long, that means the hairs around your ears on the sides can be only a half inch at most, and no longer or it would look odd." He says, "Hey, you're the expert, I'm putting myself in your hands. If you fuck it up it's my own fault for being too cheap and lazy to go to the barbers." I mumble, "You've got a better chance of getting a fucked-up haircut from them than me, trust me." He shrugs, "I'm hoping that's the case."

With a half inch attachment on the clippers I run them against his head from the sideburn halfway up the side of his head and a great deal of dark hairs fall over my hand to land on his shoulder and then most of it drifts to the floor. The majority of people doing home haircuts use those cheap friction clippers they buy in drug stores for twenty bucks. Those clippers always get tangled up in long hair, but not my clippers. I bought this Oster Classic 76 barber clipper online, second hand. It's a professional barber's clippers that cuts through the thickest hair with ease. Good thing too because Jarod has tons of long hair on his head. I go all around his head running

the clippers half way up leaving half inch hairs behind the clippers path. The long hairs above hang down covering the half inch hairs, that's how long his hair is. Taking the guide off the clippers I comb up these long hair and slice them off just above the half inch hairs. When I do that all around the sides and back of his head, the half inch hairs are now visible but looking out of place with the long hair above. Actually it's the long hairs above that are out of place. The rest of the haircut I do with comb and scissors, using very sharp professional barber scissors that I also brought second hand online. I comb up the hair and hold the batch between my index and middle fingers and then slice through just above my fingers. Jarod never says a word as lots and lots of his hair tumbles down on his shoulders, back, and lap. It takes ten or twelve minutes to do the scissor work and then another five minutes of blending the different lengths. It ends up being an inch and a quarter for the longest hairs on top, mostly because I like cutting hair short, but it looks really good and he should be happy with the result.

Last thing I need to do is use the trimming clippers to closely out line around his ears and taper the neckline a little. Then I rub my hands on his head dislodging any loose hair clipping. Next I comb a straight part going down the middle of his head combing the other hair to one side or the other.

It's already trained to lay this way, so no problem. Passing him the handheld mirror, Jarod examines his haircut, then goes, "Wow, what a difference. I feel like I've been scalped, but it looks very professional and neat." He gets up as I'm wiping hair clippings off his shoulders and he wipes the hairs off his lap, saying, "I'm gonna check the back." He goes over to the wall mirror, turns his back to it and peers at the reflection in the handheld mirror. "Jesus, this is a really good haircut, Dylan! You weren't bull shitting about being good at cutting hair. Thanks, man, this is perfect." Then he grins at me, "That shampoo rocked too, dude, maybe I won't wait until after the first of the year for another haircut after all. Would that be alright?" I say, "Sure, Jarod," as I sweep up a really big pile of his hair. That was a blast, I enjoyed doing that haircut. Jarod isn't particularly sexy to me, so no boner or anything like that, but I still enjoyed it. He asks, "Hey, would you give my roommate a haircut too? He needs a haircut badly." I go, "Um, I'd rather invite guys myself... guys I know. I don't do this for money and I'm afraid too many guys would want free haircuts. Guys I don't know." He says, "Yeah, I see your point. I'll introduce you to him and you decide, alright?" I nod my head, "Uh huh, I guess."

Ryan comes in and says to Jarod, "Yo, a new look, bro. Looks good on you. I can't wait to get rid of this fucking ponytail." Jarod's brushing hairs off his lap again, as he mutters, "Why don't you then?" and Ryan says, "Yeah,

I'm going to. Can I bum a ride back to the campus with you, Jarod?" Jarod looks at his watch, "Dude, I can't. I'm meeting this chick at Bertucci's five minutes ago. Sorry, man." I say, "You might as well just stay here, Ryan. You'd be coming back for dinner in an hour or so anyway." Ryan nods his head and Jarod bumps fists with me, saying, "Really, Dylan, thanks man, this is just what I wanted. See ya around campus, I owe you, Dylan." He goes out and I say to Ryan, "That was fun. Did you see the pile of hair I just dumped in the trash?" He goes, "Yeah, and I can't wait until I can give you a haircut. I like doing that. Hee hee, you're at my mercy sitting still for me as I cut your hair any way I want. It's sexy alright, you being at my mercy and all." He's a hottie so I walk up to him and rub my nose against his nose, murmuring, "You're sexy, Ryan, really sexy." He backs away, "Jeez, we just fucked twice an hour ago, Dylan." I mumble, "Actually it wasn't even an hour, heh heh, but come on you sexy redhead. How often are we going to have a chance to do it?" Basically I wanna see if he still has the hot's for me because I'm not sure he wouldn't have kept walking if I hadn't called him back. On the other hand, if he was up for it I'd give it another go. I think it's because Ryan's like a new experience all over again and, man, no body does it like him. Reaching out I run my fingers through his little pale brown goatee, wishing it was red like his hair. He says again, "We did it twice already!" I mutter, "I know, but you said last Sunday you were going to fuck me three or four times a day." He takes another step back, saying, "Not now! Anyway, come in your bedroom. I wanna show you the score I reached for that computer game. It's the highest I've ever gotten." I follow him in my bedroom and he sits on my desk chair tapping away at the keys. To be a playful brat, I get my arms around his neck from behind him and slide the side of my face against his, feeling the end of his little mustache against the side of my upper lip and it gives me sexy shivers. We're both looking at my computer screen as he brings up his score, and I go, "Get the fuck outta here. You didn't score that high, not by doing it the right way. You cheated, I've tried that game ten times and never cracked ninety thousand." He says, "My score's right in front of you."

We screw around on the computer for twenty minutes or so and Ryan never gets close to matching his first score. Finally he takes a deep breath, then stands up. "Okay, Dylan, this is boring. You want me to fuck you again, so if you can suck my big cock into a boner I'll give you another quick hard fucking and that'll be the last one today." I mutter, "That's okay, I was pretty much jerking your chain earlier, seeing what you'd say. We did it twice already, fer chrissakes." He says, "See, you're too inconsistent! You want me to turn on the dominant shit when it pleases you. I can't do that anymore. I'm out of practice, which is why you need to be a little submissive to me after sex. Not in some dumb extreme way, just enough that I notice it so I don't need to go from zero to sixty in a second. Like when I say we're having sex, you don't argue about it. Is that too much to ask?" Yeah, it is actually, but I play the game and go, "Ooh, you just gave me a boner being bossy like that," and drop to my knees to unzip his jeans." He says, "You can't make fun of it, Dylan, by goofing around. You gotta take it seriously or I'll feel like an idiot." What the fuck, I go, "Okay," and pull down the zipper knowing I'm going to hate myself afterward for going along with him. It's just that Ryan's so unexpectedly sexy to me because, well, I don't know why actually. I know it's slightly insane but I can't seem to help myself at the moment. It'll probably wear off when the newness of seeing each other again wears off. It's simple, a week from now neither of us will be as horny because the novelty of it won't be there. Pulling his cock out I see it's crusted with his own dried cum and whatever matter may have been in my colon when he was fucking me. The thing is I clean myself very well back there and do it regularly so there's never a lot of fetal matter in the lower extremities of my colon. If a person's constipated you probably should avoid anal sex with him. I can't ever remember being constipated so that's not a concern.

I enjoy sucking cock for reasons unknown, other than it seem a submissive sexual act, which I like. Licking and sucking his cock I'm not noticing any especially foul tasting matter. It always gives me a hard on sucking a cute guy's cock, and with Ryan it's true too. I know from our history together Ryan and I are basically cut from the same cloth as far as our appetite for having sex with each other. We simply need to agree it's buddy sex of a sub/dom nature and when the sex is over so is everything else except we're still friends, buddies, like that. There's something about each other that gets both of us a little crazy with sexual arousal. I guess endorphins are involved in a big way, but other hidden things too. It's really rare that two people happen to have almost the perfect combination of indefinable attributes that are irresistible to the other sexually, but that's pretty much what's up with us. Meeting someone that's your a perfect sexual match must be one in a million because so many factors have to click perfectly for both parties, so it's rare like I said. Robby and I are like that to some degree, but Ryan and me are too. That's great for hot sex, but it doesn't necessarily lead to true love like it did for Robby and me. I love sex with Ryan whereas I love Robby because he's who he is. I love him as a person and his sex too, so there's no beating that combination, but for side sex there's no beating Ryan. He's number one as far as side-sex for me goes, but we've gotta get this submissive thing after sex resolved. Before it was fine, I didn't care one way or the other, but now I'm devoted to Robby and he's the only one I want bossing me around.

Ryan roughly forces his cock in my throat again with my nose buried in his pubic hairs. When he pulls his cock from my throat it's very hard and dripping with saliva. I gotta admit his crotch smell makes me dizzy with desire. I whine quietly feeling I wanna try something else, so I look up, asking, "Can I rim you too?" He nods his head, muttering, "Yeah, okay, but don't make me cum, I wanna fuck you again now that you got me all horny." I got him all horny? It was his idea we do it again so he must have gotten horny on his own, unless playing a computer game gets him horny, but why split hairs? I pull his pants down and walk behind him on my knees to spread his butt cheeks. He's a clean guy too, conscientious about cleanliness. He's had a lot of sex this summer with his dominant boyfriend fucking him plus his dom's friends as well. Ryan wouldn't want to piss them off with an unclean ass, so it seems now he has the good habit of cleaning himself very well. He has some hairs on his ass and around his anus, but not a lot. I lick them flat noticing his ass actually smells good, like his overall bodily scent. It's not as sexy as his crotch though, and gratefully there's absolutely no shit smell at all. I'd be shocked if there was any. Keeping his butt cheeks spread, a hand on each one, I lick up his ass crack a few times with Ryan squirming and grunting and flexing the muscles in his ass, or maybe the muscles are twitching on their on. Then I suck on his asshole until the lips of his anus are quivering and loose. My tongue works it's way inside, then out, then in again each timer getting a little further in until Ryan groans and steps away, stroking his cock. He pushes at the back of my head, muttering, "Get on your hands and knees this time, boy." Mimicking his dom, I imagine... whatever. I drop down on my hands as he's roughly pulling my pants down off my ass. He mounts me right away making a groaning sound as his cock head probes inside past my sphincter muscle and plows up my ass faster then either of the first two times we did it today. He can do it faster because he's got my rectum opened up and it never had time to settle all the way back to normal... it's flexible. What can I say. I've got myself a well seasoned rectum.

With his knees bent, Ryan cups my shoulders with his hands and fuck's me fast in rabbit or doggie-style fashion. Right off the bat it takes me by surprised how good it feels even a third time and I'm soon moaning as I'm swaying on my hands and knees as he slams into me hard and fast creating rapid, slap slap slap, sounds to go with both our moans of arousal. It goes on for about as long as our second fuck today, ten minutes of so before he moans loudly, his head back, pressing his groin against my ass making humping movements against my buttocks pumping cum into my bowels for the third time this afternoon. That's the tipping point for me and three short lines of cum

fly from my cock with me screeching at the incredible sensations all around my groin, ass, cock, and balls. An awesome buzzing that has me flopping around on the floor under Ryan as he goes back to groaning and thrusting his cock in and out of my ass with me prone on the rug getting cum on my stomach where I just shot it from my cock. Ryan finally has to lays on top of me still humping his hips fucking me. Then he gasps and stops completely. We lay like this for a couple of minutes breathing deeply until he lifts off pulling his now flaccid cock from my ass. As he slowly does that I'm making that hissing sound by sucking air in through closed lips while the almost eight inches of penis exits my rectum leaving the lips quivering and gapping open. My shoulders shudder one last time as Ryan stand and mumbles, "Get up, Dylan. We don't know when Chubby or Rob's might burst in on us." He grabs my arm and helps me to my feet. Iin the bathroom we clean up again as Ryan's muttering, "We're getting out of control again, Dylan. You need to stop

nagging me for sex!" What the fuck's he talking about. I say, "Ryan, it was your idea. I told you I was busting your chops earlier." He says, "Bullshit, you nagged me first." Oh balls, that's a good one coming from someone who wrote the book on nagging. I frown, saying, "You want it just as much as I do, who the fuck you kidding? It's new for us again after we've been separated three months. It'll calm down on it's own in a week or two, but this last time was your idea, for the record." We never used to argue like this. He wipes my ass and the back of my legs with a washcloth, mumbling, "I hope you're right about our sexual heat wearing off to some degree, but I know damn well we've got bizarre hot's for each other and it's way more than anything remotely approaching normalcy. And this last time was both our ideas!" I mumble, "It's normal for us, Ryan," and he smacks my ass, "You know I can't stand when you whine, Dylan." I mutter, "I wasn't whining, I was mumbling," and he dries my ass, then pulls my pants up, "I'm sorry then, I shouldn't have smacked you, but you're not acting appropriately submissive to me after sex, and if you don't shape up I'm cutting you off completely until you learn how to treat your dom. I mean it!" I frown at that as I'm wiping my stomach and cock, but refrain from arguing because it's like going around in a circle with him. Then he says, "Um, you've got some cum stains on the back of your pants. Guess it drooled out, so you might want to change." I turn around and give him a hug, nestling my face where his neck and shoulder meet, saying, "Lets forget the arguing and just be friends and fuck buddies. Keep it simple." He hugs back, then rubs my back, murmuring, "We'd fine, baby, if you'd just get your act together and kiss my ass a little. I'm not asking for much. Like I've been telling you, being dominant doesn't come naturally to me, but I want to do it for you. Help me out here a little." I stick with my plan not to continue this, um, discussion/argument, whatever the fuck it is.

After the hug, he says, "Come on, change your pants." I take his hand muttering, "You're supposed to hold my hand." He goes, "Oh man! There you go again, making fun of everything." but he holds my hand as we walk back into the bedroom with me chuckling because he's frustrated. I get some clean jeans and put them on as my cell phone rings. It's Chubby, he asks, "Bro, did you get the case of beer yet?" I ask, "Where are you?" and he tells me, "In our parking lot. If we're going to pick up the beer I won't come up. You come down." Taking a deep breath, I tell him, "I haven't heard from knuckle headed, Harry, yet. I'll call him and get right back to you." Harry's laughing when he answers his cell phone, but I don't know what about. He goes, "Hi ya doing, Dylan. I got your beer for you, but I guess I forgot to tell you." I ask, "What were you laughing at?" He goes, "Oh, yeah. Heh heh, I pissed in Scott's can of beer and you wouldn't believe the face he just made taking a sip." I go, "Well don't piss in my beer, I'll be right over." He mutters, "Dude," and ends the call. I text Chubby, "Be right down," then tell Ryan what's up. We both run down the steps and I notice my rectum is sore, which isn't all that shocking. Chubby's parked in a handicapped spot right next to the back door of our building. I get in the Jeep's passenger seat, muttering, "Convenient parking spot, bro," and as Ryan gets in the backseat, Chubby says, "Yeah, there's always a handicap spot available, I'd be a fool not to use it." I go, "Uh huh. Harry's got our thirty pack of Bud so we need to get that and then we need to hit Stop & Shop. Get some stuff for dinner."

At Harry and Scott's dorm room we find the two of them playing a childish card game called 'war'. The loser drinks. We roll our eyes, thank Harry for the beer, and Chubby carries it to the Jeep. In Stop & Shop Cory comes over and we do a routine fist bump and hug. I ask, "Ya coming for dinner tonight, Cory?" He goes, "Absolutely. By the way, my mom loves my haircut, Dylan." I mutter, "Good, how 'bout you, do you still like it?" He goes, "Are you kidding? It rocks!" I nod my head, muttering, "Glad to hear that, so we'll see you tonight. Oh, and we just picked up a thirty pack of Bud to celebrate our last day before the grind of classes starts tomorrow." He goes, "I feel for ya, hitting the books and all that shit, but I'm doing it so why not you?" A parting fist bump and I catch up with Chubby and Ryan at the meat counter. Chubby says, "We're thinking chicken wings done a couple of ways. Barbecue, Buffalo wings, and plain grilled. Whaddaya think?" I go, "It works for me, but we always do chicken." He says, "It's cheap and look at this, the bargain big packs of wings are ninety-nine cents a pound." We get three big packs with Ryan saying, "That's a shit load of wings." Next we buy the ingredients for making mac and cheese from scratch. That'll take care of a starch for dinner, instead of potatoes, and we buy a bag of frozen French dinner rolls we'll bake in the over. Then lastly for the always necessary vegetable dish, we'll cheat and make a mixed salad, as usual. Ryan holds up a box of Brussels sprouts, asking, "How 'bout these for a change? They're good." Chubby frowns, then seriously asks Ryan, "Are you out of your fucking mind? Put that shit down." I mumble, "Gag me with a fucking spoon. Brussels sprouts, my ass."

At the register a bored high school-age girl rings up our items and a retiree bags them, then he says, "Have a good one." I nod my head, disgusted at the part time situation in Stop & Shop this year. In the Jeep, Ryan asks, "Can I invite my roommate? I'd like to know what you guy's think of him." Chubby says, "Sure, Ryan, invite him," and I go, "Yeah, I'd like to meet him. He's the tall dude, isn't he?" Ryan nods his head, "Yeah, he is. I'm trying to decide if I like him or not." Back at the apartment Robby's on the balcony with one of his teammates from the baseball team. I wonder if it's the

guy Robby said he, um, reconnected with earlier in the week. He said they haven't 'done' anything yet, but they probably will. Hmmm, has that status maybe changed by now? Should be an interesting little dinner party... and we're gonna need more beer, fer sure.

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

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