DYLAN'S VACATION BACK HOME
Chapter 2
by Donny Mumford
After sleeping during the entire flight I'm now standing here in Logan airport gazing out a huge window at the Boston skyline. It's less than an hour's taxi ride to Framingham. Two and a half hours to fly eleven hundred miles and then another hour to travel the last thirty miles to home sweet home. Mom and Tris won't be leaving for work until four o'clock so I'll see them first. It'll be cool walking into our condo and seeing the look on mom's face. I probably should have told everyone I'd be home twelve hours earlier then expected, but surprising them will be fun. Of course Robby and Chubby are at work, so I won't see then until five-thirty or so. Sighing contentedly, I head for the 'down' escalator that leads to baggage claim. In my head I'm picturing the guys at Lockheed-Martin on morning break. I kinda miss them all and Ryan especially, but at the same time I'm very excited and looking forward to the second half of my summer. I'll have a couple of weeks loafing around, then a week in Wildwood before working for Robby the last month before my junior year at Merrimack College. Yipes! Time flies....
I take my time getting to baggage claim, and then locating the carousel for the Marietta flight joining my fellow passengers staring at the motionless carousel waiting for the luggage to begin dropping down the chute. A horn sounds, the carousel starts rotating and some luggage drops down and goes round and round. On the other side of the circling carousel I spot the two girls who complimented me as we were getting off the plane. They're both hugging and kissing average looking young men who have buzz haircuts. I wonder if they're in the Armed Forces? That makes me think fondly of my Army friends, Connor and Dodger. My duffle bag is finally coming around towards me. I pluck it off the rotating carousel and look for my satchel. It shows up two minutes later and, with it over my shoulder, I drag the duffle bag outside and get in the line for a taxi. The line moves along and my taxi soon pulls up with the trunk open, so I dump my luggage in and close the lid. Getting in the back seat, I tell the driver, "I'm going to Framingham. Um, if you know where the Framingham train station is, I'll direct you from there." A man with a swarthy complexion wearing a turban turns to me and with a heavy accent he asks something in a surely manner. Something about why didn't I take the train. I think that's what he said. I go, "Huh, train?" and he says something about boondocks and a fare back, or something. He's not happy, I can tell that much. Frowning, I mumble, "Boondocks?" and he waves his hand at me, turns around and snaps down the arm of the machine that racks up the fare, cursing under his breath. What'd I do?
He drives crazily in and out of traffic blowing his horn and yelling something in a foreign language. This is his chosen job, isn't it? What's he upset about? When he pays the toll at the Sumner tunnel the fare machine jumps $3.50. I watch the fare increasing, the numbers clicking by at a dizzying rate as I'm trying to figure out what the cab driver's problem is. Finally clearing the city proper we're on route 93 north going sixty-five miles an hour and the fare machine is really rolling now. The taxi driver's steering with one hand, his iPhone in his other. He's yelling at someone about getting him a fare back into town from the suburbs. It's all making for a very uncomfortable ride. This guy needs to attend some anger management classes and he might consider a charm school while he's at it. He's tense and I think he's shouting expletives in his foreign tongue at me now because he makes eye contact in the rear view mirror from time to time. I stare out the side window to avoid his dark eyes. If a person doesn't want to be a taxi driver they should consider doing something else.
We finally leave the Mass Pike with the numbers on the toll machine rolling by like a slot machine gone berserk. The driver's saying something to me again, turning his head towards me now instead of looking where he's going. He might be asking a question, but I can't understand him. I try to decipher his question, but it's hopeless. Here's a fucking idea: perhaps speaking the native tongue of a country should be a required skill if your job involves interacting with the natives. I'm telling him to turn here, turn at the
gas station, and so forth, but he keeps yelling expletives at me and blowing his horn at drivers for no reason. He apparently is not a fan of suburban drivers.
I'm sweating bullets by the time he pulls over to the curb down from my condo. The fare is $89.45 if I can believe that shit. I'm pretty much intimidated by this asshole so I wimp-out and give him a twenty dollar tip, then get my luggage out of the trunk. I get no 'thank you' from him as he pulls away with tires screeching leaving me looking after him wondering what the fuck I did wrong. Oh well, maybe he's just having a bad day. Smiling now, I trudge up the steps imagining the look of surprise on my mom's face when I pop in and say, 'Hi Mom!'. Heh heh, actually I'm not too crazy about surprises when I'm the one being surprised, but I like giving a surprise. It feels so good to be here. I'm remembering the ten thousand times I climbed these same steps next to Chubby when we were growing up and inseparable. Standing in front of mom's condo I look around, then turn completely around observing everything and try to think how long it's been since I've been home. I didn't go home the weekend we left for Marietta so that's one weekend, then almost a week driving to Georgia, then six weeks with Ryan. So it's been almost two months. Hell, the previous longest time I've been away from home is a week, and that's for our vacations in Wildwood when I was with my family, so that doesn't even count.
Ha! Then I have a thought: Josh thought he was cleverly buying out a month of my contract, but I only signed-up for nine weeks, not ten like the other guys. The tenth week fell the week of our Wildwood vacation so Josh basically bought out two weeks of my contract for seven days severance pay. Some manager he is! Plus, I wasn't going back to Marietta after this weekend anyway, so he could have saved his severance pay. With checks totaling $3079.00 in my pocket, along with almost a hundred dollars in cash left after paying the ransom to the taxi driver, I'm still bucks up and flush with Benjamins. I did okay for myself so far this summer. And I still have four more paychecks coming when working on Robby's landscaping crew. Sweet!
Turning around again I fish my house key out of my pocket and quietly unlock the door, then tip toe inside. Standing just inside the front door I listen, but don't hear anything. Mom's bedroom door is open, so she's up and about. Then I notice how warm it is in here. Fuck, there's nobody home! Mom turns the thermostat up when she's at work to save electricity, which makes sense. Dropping my duffel bag and satchel on the sofa I look at the thermostat. The digital read-out says seventy-nine degrees! I turn it down to seventy-two and immediately hear a rush of air as the air conditioner comes on. It's after eleven o'clock, which is about the normal time mom gets up. Taking out my cell phone I call her figuring she's with Tris in the condo above ours. This kinda ruins the surprise though. Grinning again waiting to hear her voice, but no, I get dumped to voice mail. Fuck! I leave a message that I'm home and then assume there's probably a simple explanation for mom not being home, like her and Tris are covering for someone's lunch shift. They don't normally get to work until four-fifteen to prepare for the early dinner crowd. That begins at five o'clock for the low-tipping seniors' s pecial-priced dinners. Huh! Just my luck they'd be at work the day I come home early. I guess the surprise is on me.
Slowly wandering around the living room and kitchen I'm touching all the familiar things I've lived with all my life, then stop to look at the framed photographs mom's put on display around the condo. They're mostly photos of me and Chubby at various ages. There's one of her and her fiancé, Rider. That's his last name by the way. His actual name is Thomas Rider, but everyone's calls him, 'Rider'. He's a nice guy and so is his twin brother who's engaged to Chubby's mom, Tris. My mom and Chubby's mom have been best friends since they were toddlers. Oh God, there's the picture of Chubby and me with our graduation shit on. We had to buy those flimsy robes and funny square hats for the graduation ceremony. Huh, there's a picture of Chubby and me when we were about ten or eleven, both with buzz cuts and smiling like our lives depended on it. Wow, Chubby's so fucking cute! We're both wearing khakis and polo shirts so I guess we were going out to dinner with the moms, or something like that. Ha ha, look how close we're standing to each other. I was still the same size as Chubby at that age, and then about thirteen I began growing taller and we both hated that. Fucking kids!
Taking a deep breath, I grab my stuff and carry it to my room. Flopping on my bed I almost shed a tear I'm so happy to be here. Damn, I'm too emotional. Hugging my pillow I get an idea. Getting off my bed, I walk outside and up to Chubby's and Tris' condo. Retrieving their hidden key from the mailbox I let myself in and go to Chubby's bedroom and break out laughing. What a shit hole! He never cleans his room. Wading through dirty clothes and towels on the floor, I flop on his unmade bed and hug his pillow. Ah yes, Chubby's scent. It's so nice I get tears in my eyes one more time. Yelling at myself, "Stop that!' I have to admit Chubby's pillow smells good, my favorite scent of all time. I wish I hadn't given him a haircut three weekends ago because I'd like to have that to look forward to. Laying on his bed, smelling his pillow, I think about Chubby. That makes me think to check their refrigerator. Hopping up I go into the kitchen and yes, beers. It's almost noon so I grab a bottle of Rolling Rock. Taking a swig of beer, then carrying it to their balcony to drink while I have a cigarette. Wish there was some way I could get over to the Dicker's complex and be in the locker room when the boys come in after work.
Finished the beer I'm staring at the parking lot thinking I should get some lunch. Locking up Chubby's condo I go down to mine and clean up a little. I'll walk the two miles to the J &J sub shop and get either a cheesesteak or an Italian sub. It sucks not having wheels. Looking at myself in the mirror and rubbing my bristly eighth inch hair in front of my head I'm thinking about Ryan giving me this haircut less than twenty-four hours ago. Damn, just thinking about it makes my dick move in my shorts. It was sexy for my fetish of course, but now I've got to live with this haircut. Robby's going to be disappointed in me for not insisting Ryan desist from cutting my hair. I just couldn't do it though, and anyway Robby will forget all about it when he hears I'm not going anywhere after this weekend. I'm staying here. Sighing, taking one last look at my hair, I shrug and put Ryan's Merrimack baseball cap on and walk outside wearing the cool sunglasses Willie bought be a couple of years ago. These babies cost two hundred bucks although I can hardly tell them apart from the thirty-nine dollar knock-offs Robby has. Still, these are a little cooler looking.
Outside it's like eighty-five degrees, which would be considered a pleasant day in Marietta. Down the steps I go and walk on the sidewalk next to the noisy highway with smelly exhaust fumes dancing in the air. I'm wearing the brim of Ryan's baseball cap in the back to be a little extra cool. Huh, I hope Ryan's right when he called me a cute bad-ass. Ha ha! Smelling the back of my wrist I admit to myself I miss him. We were inseparable 24/7 until the last couple of weeks and even then we were together most of the time. It got so I didn't need to do much thinking because Ryan was in-charge. I just waited for him to tell me what we're doing next. Same for when I was at work: just do what I normally do until Ryan said to do something else. There's something relaxing about a suspension of responsibility, but there's something lazy about it too. I don't know what to think actually, but then that was a very unique situation I put myself in. I mean I was Ryan's guest basically, and I worked directly for him, so I was pretty much dependent on him. Here at home I'll work for Robby, but I'm not his guest so I'll need to think for myself a lot more. Still, Ryan and I grew a lot closer this summer even as we grew apart at the end when he finally found a for-real boyfriend. Our relationship has changed now. I'm not exactly sure how it's changed, but it'll be different.
After walking four long blocks next to the highway I turn right and pass the grammar school. The one Chubby and I went to, then another eight blocks I pass the little strip mall where Robby and I parked the pickup a few times to have sex at night. There's the Subway shop in the middle of the stores, but I don't want to eat there. I mean, their sandwiches are okay but their rolls are too soft. More like hot dog rolls than sub rolls. It's another half mile to J & J's but I'm enjoying the walk down memory lane in my own home town. Laughing at myself, realizing I'm acting as if I've been away for years instead of two months. What's it like for Dodger when he gets leave from the Army after being away from home for nine months? For Connor though, his neighborhood is probably someplace he'd like to forget rather than feel nostalgic about. His quiet courageousness living and dealing with the surroundings he grew-up in impresses the hell out of me. Whenever I start feeling sorry for myself about something I think of Connor and then my piddling
problem seems insignificant compared to the ones he dealt with every day. And he did it smiling without complaining about anything. I get chills thinking about him and how he was so brave overcoming adversities I can't even imagine. I'm so happy he's in a better place now and doing so well. God Bless Dodger for having Connor's back too. Goddamn, how I miss those two boys!
I can see the sub shop, so now I'm thinking about the walk back. Huh, maybe Subway for lunch was a smarter way to go. It's twice the distance to J & J's. Entering the air-conditioned sub shop feels like walking into a meat locker compared to walking here in the heat of summer. I'm sweating 'profusely', as they say. I hear, "Dylan!" and look over at Sonny in all his orange-haired glory. He's sitting in one of the booths. What the fuck, I was just thinking about him yesterday before Ryan gave me my last Marietta haircut. Ha, it doesn't look like Sonny's had a haircut since the last one I gave him. He's sitting with his motorbike buddy, who's name I forget. Not a bad looking stocky kid wearing sunglasses inside. He's had a recent close-cropped
haircut reminiscent of the ones Sonny used to give me. Sonny waves his hand at me, yelling, "What the fuck ya gawking at? Get your ass over here, Dylan!" I look around but no one seems to notice the profanity. Sonny's still the cute bossy little fucker I remember. I haven't seen him since before last Christmas. Wow, he's cuter than ever. I wonder if his brother, Devon, is cuter too. That'd be something to see!
Smelling the back of my hand and grinning I walk over to their booth. Sonny gets up for a two arm hug and a kiss. He's grown, but he's still an inch shorter than me. Something new on baby-faced Sonny. There are wispy pale soft-looking orange whiskers growing along his jaw and some on his top lip. He
goes, "You know my bud, Jesse, right?" I nod at Jesse as he flips the back of his hand at me, mumbling, "Wha 'sup?" We don't actually know each other. Jesse has the very short dark hair I mentioned, and overall he looks like a tough guy, but he's not unattractive. Sonny's the opposite being very pale complected with the light orange hair looking like a cute choir boy. Looks can be deceiving of course. Sonny tells me, "Sit down next to me," and I'm like, "I need to order something to eat." He goes, "Sit the fuck down. You can have half of my Italian sub." I sit next to him and pull his big plastic cup of soda over to suck some ice cold Pepsi through his straw as he squeezes the back of my neck, asking, "How was Florida?" I grin at him, saying, "How the fuck should I know, Sonny, I was in Georgia. What have you been up to this summer?" He tells me he's working with Jesse at Jesse's father's garage doing oil changes and working on 'bikes', meaning motorbikes and motorcycles. I ask, "Is that what you wanna be, a grease monkey?" He goes, "Yeah maybe, when I graduated I'm not going to be like everyone else. I'm refusing to go to college, and we're not positive yet, but Jesse and me might join the Marines, huh Jesse?" Jesse shrugs, "If you want to, Sonny, I don't give a fuck one way or the other."
As I'm eating half of Sonny's sub he a nonstop chatter box, mostly talking about motorbikes and auto mechanics in general. Whatever, it's all gobbledegook to me. Jesse says nothing unless Sonny asks, "Right, Jesse?" and Jesse says, "Fuckin' A, Sonny." I like looking at Sonny as he talks. He's always excited and animated about everything. "How's your brother doing?" He goes, "Devon?" and I go, "Ya got any other brothers besides Devon?" He says, "Like I told ya, everybody's going to college and so is Devon. He's going to UMASS Amherst in the fall. For now he's working part-time at Kohl's wearing that silly bibs they make their employees wear." "Yeah? Is he still going with Annie Smith?" Sonny nods his head, "Oh yeah, they're in love." Devon's always interested me, and we had a little something going on there for a short time when I was doing the posse boys' haircuts. Oh well, life moves along with or without me.
We're done eating Sonny's lunch, so I say, "I'll buy us an Italian sub, Sonny, and give you half." He goes, "Yeah, okay, but I gotta drop Jesse off at the shop now. Wait for me to get back before you order it." He gets up so I do too and step out of the booth so he can get out. He mumbles, "I'll be like ten minutes, Dylan. Get yourself a soda or something." He pats my back, adding, "Don't fucking go anywhere, I'll be right back and ya gotta do me a favor." I roll my eyes, as he bossily says, "Lets go Jesse." Jesse walks by me saying, "Nice to see ya," leaving a whiff of BO in his wake. Both of them have black fingernails of grease and dirt. Ugh! Well, they are mechanics, or they're working towards being mechanics anyway. I agree with Sonny, not everyone needs to go to college. Learn a trade and make good money.
They're out the door so I sit down sucking on Sonny's Pepsi again, grinning to myself at how Sonny's bossier than ever. He's got Jesse under his thumb, obviously. I'm facing the door and spot another ex-posse boy coming in holding hands with Ray's ex-girlfriend, Maryanne. It's Jameson Doyle, one of the boys I never did get to know very well. He's a big guy wearing glasses, and there's no way to forget those beautiful green eyes of his. They're looking even bigger than they actually are behind his glasses. Sexy pouty lips on that big boy, but other than that he isn't what I consider good looking. Quiet preppy-looking kid. I've given him a few haircuts, but it's Maryanne who spots me. They're waiting to order as she glances over and yells, "Dylan!" coming over to my booth. Jameson looks over, smiles and waves at me but stays in line. I stand up and do a little awkward hug with Maryanne, asking, "How ya doing?" She's always been nice to me. She goes, "I'm doing great now that Jameson saved me from that asshole, Ray. I can't remember the last time I saw him." I mumble, "Oh, um, ya broke up with him huh." She pats my cheek, saying, "You're as adorable as ever, I see. Um, you're not still Ray's boyfriend are you?" I shake my head, "Nah, I've been out of town all summer. Anyway, he dumped me before the end of last summer." Jameson comes over and we do the one arm posse boy greeting. He has a take-out order so after some small talk they leave.
Gee, it's really nice seeing them. I wonder if Ray's changed at all. Jesus, last summer seems like so long ago. Maryanne was Ray's girlfriend at the same time I was his so-called boyfriend. He took both of us to his parents Fourth of July cookout. Jesus, talk about awkward embarrassment! Not Ray of course, I mean me. Ray paraded us around with an arm around Maryanne's and my waist. How stupid was that? It was right after Ryan's father got transferred back down south and I was missing the sub/dom sex with Ryan, so I lost my mind and turned to Ray, who took care of that. He had more dominance and nonsense than even I needed. It was so fucking creepy, and to think that was only a year ago. Gee, I've only been home a few hours and the first three guys I bump into are guys I met through Ray. Last summer was the 'summer of Ray' actually. What the fuck was I thinking?
Sonny's back and he comes over knocking Ryan's hat off my head, then rubbing my head, "Good, you're still here. Hey, cool fade haircut!" That's a surprise, so I mutter, "Thanks," as I put my hat back on. He sits across from me leaning forward, his elbows on the table, "Did you see my main man, Jesse's, haircut. I did that for him yesterday. Cool, huh?" I shrug, "You're an amazing barber, Sonny." He goes, "Yeah I know, I'm a natural. That what you said. Hey, I still love you, by the way. We still boyfriends?" I chuckle, "We were never boyfriends, Sonny." He goes, "What the fuck? We had a lot of hot sex together." I snort, "Three or four times, Sonny. That would be a lot of times to get run over by a bus maybe, but it's not a lot of hot sex." He chuckles, "Fuck a whole bunch of buses, we had hot sex. Remember when I'd make you real submissive to me. Oh gawd, I almost creamed my pants before fucking you. Oh, ya know what I want you to do this afternoon? I want you to rim my ass until I shoot off." I never pay much attention to what Sonny says, but I like staring at his face when he talks. He has the creamiest pale complexion; it's like Connor's. I ask, "How do you keep from getting sunburned?" He burps, then goes, "How the fuck do ya think? I wear sun-block. Now, how about that ass rimming I was talking about?" I laugh, "Not happening, Sonny." He laughs too, and says, "Party pooper. Okay, I'll just give your ass a good fucking. You probably haven't had a good hard fuck since the last time I fucked you." I shrug, "Well, I hate to tell ya, but that's not happening either, although you've got yourself an awesome cock. What is it, about seven inches long, or did it grow?" He goes, "You can ask Jesse about that, heh heh." Shaking my head and grinning, I get up to order a large Pepsi and a large Italian sub.
Waiting for the sub I sip on the Pepsi the kid gave me right away. I'm watching Sonny talking on his cellphone. Good looking slim, nineteen year old kid. Wait, I don't think he's nineteen yet. Soon though. He's an all American gay boy without a single gay affectation in anything he does or says. Jesse's a lucky kid, but Sonny seems so much younger now, more so than I noticed last summer. We did have some hot sub/dom sex together though, wow! Carrying the sub and soda to the table, Sonny grabs the plastic cup to suck on the straw, then says, "That was Ray on the phone. I called him to tell him you're back." I shout, "What?" Then, speaking quieter because people look over, I go, "I don't want to see him. He's not coming here is he?" Sonny goes, "Hey! Ray's cool. We have a little something going on. He does me every once in awhile. Man, you remember the head on his big cock, don'cha?" I go, "He's not coming here, is he?" Sonny reaches over and takes half the sub, mumbling, "Nah, he says for you to call him." Relaxing a little, I go, "Hope he holds his breath waiting for my call." Sonny laughs, "Oh fuck, you're still pissed because he dumped you?" I swallow some of the sub, mumbling, "He beat me to the dumping about one minute before I was gonna dump him." Sonny grins, "Oh, sure."
He tells me he sees Bean once a week or so and they always talk about me. I go, "Talk about me, how?" Sonny shrugs, "In a good way. All the guys liked you better than Ray. Remember we wanted you to take over when Ray got carried away on a power trip." I nod my head, and he adds, "Yeah, and all the guys thought you were a super barber too." I go, "Oh, okay then, that's nice of you guys." Finished our lunch we go outside and Sonny passes me a Marlboro, asking, "Can I follow you to your condo for a haircut?" I take a drag, saying, "I walked here. No wheels." I'd really like to give him a haircut. All that orange hair would be fun to cut, but then he'll want to have sex and I'd rather not get involved with side-sex the first couple of hours I'm home. I'm saving it for Robby. On the other hand, I had very little luck with side-sex the last two weeks, so it's a mixed bag kind of thing. He goes, "No wheels, no problem, you'll ride over with me on my bike. And wait'll you hear what kind of haircut I want. I'm so sick of this long hair I almost told Jesse to cut it and he's never cut hair in his life." I'm like, "Why the fuck didn't you just go to the barbers?" He goes, "You know damn well I don't like barbers!" I'm not even going to ask him why. I roll my eyes, muttering. "Oh, yeah, that's right." I haven't a clue why he doesn't like barbers.
Yeah, but how the fuck am I going to get out of him giving me a ride home? I can't think of a plausible excuse not to accept his ride, and he's a really good kid. I ask, "So where's your motorbike?" He nods his head down the street and I see it parked in the next block, as he mumbles, "Closest spot to park. It's busy around here." There are stores on both sides of the street for blocks, and this isn't even downtown Framingham. This area right here is a city compared to quaint, albeit expensive, Marietta. I liked that little town though. I pat Sonny's shoulder, "Let's go, hot shot." Then, as we
walk towards his bike, I ask, "Did I give you your last haircut?" He goes, "Yep, like almost a year ago." He unlocks the chain that was securing his bike to a parking meter, as I mutter, "The meter's expired. Didn't you put any money in it?" He grins, "Ah gee, I forgot." Putting his helmet on, I go, "Good to see you're finally wearing a helmet," and he says, "Jesse got me in the habit of wearing it, and it's a cool looking helmet, so ya know."
Sonny straddles his bad-ass bike, his feet on the ground balancing it. Smiling at me, he goes, "Hop on behind me and hold on tight." Getting on behind him I slide forward on the seat we share, saying, "I always hold on to you, Sonny," and wrap my arms around his thin waist giving it a hug. It's weird that my first ride in my hometown is on a motorbike. It brings to mind Ryan's and my motorbike dates the last two Sundays I was with him. Sonny says, "It's awesome seeing you again, Dylan, I missed you, Dude." The mufflers roar and off we go. It takes three minutes to travel the two mile route it took me a half hour or so to walk. His motorbike's idling on the street below my condo, as he asks, "This is your place right?" I say, "Yeah, but not here, drive around back," and we roar off again making a left turn at the end of the block. Twenty yard up he makes another left onto the service road behind the row of condos, two of which Chubby and I live in. He pulls up to my garage and we get off the motorbike, I punch in the code that activates the garage door and we go into the finished basement through the garage. Inside Sonny says, "Man, this place brings back some great memories. Ya gonna do the shampoo, Dylan?" I go, "For you, sure," then, "Wait here and I'll
get the barber stuff out of my duffle bag. I haven't unpacked yet."
Going up the stairs I'm thinking positive thoughts. What the hell, how cool is it to be back in my hometown only a couple of hours and already things are popping. Different vibes for me here than in Marietta, that's for sure. Going through my duffle bag I find the barbering toiletry kit, then get shampoo from my bath room. Bringing the stuff down to the basement Sonny calls from the half bath, "I'm in here." He's got the chair facing away from the sink, his shirt off, and he's sitting in the chair. I smile, "You remembered, huh?" Sonny goes, "Yeah. Ya know, in a lot of ways last summer was the best ever for me. You made everything, um, like new and fun. Interesting, ya know?" I nod, "Yeah, it was a fun time except I don't know how I got tangled up with Ray, no offense to him intended. It was weird, that's all." I'll say it was weird, the worst decision of my life! Sonny says, "Ray would probably take you back if you sort of begged. I haven seen him recently, but when I do I'll tell him you want another chance." I give him a dead eye expression, then say through clenched teeth, "Don't even fucking joke about doing that. I'm serious!" He blurts out a laugh.
With my back to Sonny I'm taking a piss in the toilet before turning on the water for his shampoo. Sonny says, "Ray calls me when he wants me to come over." I ignore the Ray talk, but Sonny goes on anyway. "Ray's been going with Artis Ramerous for the past month or so. Artis is a Puerto Rican guy a couple years older than Ray. It's funny too because those two started out by hating each other and kicking the shit outta one another in a fight. Manny Ruez was there and he told me it was the bloodiest fight he'd ever seen." Zippering my fly, I flush the toilet with visions of Ray getting his ass kicked in my head. Turning around I ask, "Who won?" and with a shrug, Sonny says, "There wasn't a real winner, they just stopped fighting. Next thing ya know Ray's holding hands with Artis taking him to the movies. It was like a week after the fight. Manny said both guys still had black eyes and cut lips that were just starting to heal. Oh, Artis had some stitches over his eyebrow too. I guess Ray won because Artis looked the worst." I go, "Jesus! What was the fight about?" He shrugs, "I don't know and neither does Manny." Fucking idiots; Ray and Artis, not Sonny and Manny.
I'm hooking the short hose with the spray nozzle to the spigot. Turning on the water to warm it up, I ask, "How's Manny doing?" Sonny goes, "Good, he got accepted at MIT, ya know." I go, "No, I didn't know that. You didn't graduate yet, right? You've got that sorta fucked-up age thing where you're in between grades." he says, "I'm a senior this year, but my age is not fucked up. I was born ten months after Devon." I comb through his long hair that totally covers his ears and it's past the neck of his T-shirt in back. Too much orange! His bangs are cut very evenly though, keeping the hair out of his eyes. They just cover his eyebrows... actually it's a really stupid look. It's like one of the three stooges, but I forget which one. Sonny never did care about his hair all that much. Moving the spray nozzle over his head while rubbing my fingers through his hair until every single hair is soaking wet, and then I squeeze some shampoo on his head, asking, "Who cuts your bangs?" He goes, "Elliot's fairy boyfriend. He cuts hair in a lady's salon." I go, "Yeah, I keep forgetting Elliot's Ray's brother. They're so different." Sonny goes, "Elliot's become real faggy-acting. Ray smacks the back of Elliot's head telling him to stop acting like a girl. He loves Elliot though, he just want's him to be a straight-acting-gay like Ray and me. Ray's the macho man." Oh brother... no more Ray talk, please!!!! Sonny's eyes close, he relaxes and mercifully stops talking. Some of the ex-posses guys would get tense when I was shampooing their hair. It made them uncomfortable. Straight boys, ya know? Not Sonny though. He'll probably want a massage too. I'm a little disappointed that his hair's dirty, he used to be really clean. He'd have some boyish BO once in awhile, but not often and it was kind of a sexy BO smell.
Sonny has the aforementioned cream-colored pale complexion, and I mean all over his entire body it's the same as his face. Huh, I'd like to suck on his two pale-pink nipples. Nice mostly hairless body on this kid, although he does have that sparse beginnings of an orange beard I noticed immediately. There's some hair on his calves too. He's hot, orange hair or not. People with this pale clear skin always looks clean, even when they're not. The few orange underarm hairs peeking out from his arm pit contrast with his pale skin making them look a sparkling bright orange color There's some body odor coming off Sonny today, but it's weak like he'd just finished playing basketball in the hot sun or something. It's a boyish scent, a nice BO. Running my fingers through his hair in the creamy shampoo for two minutes, then I rinse real well and shampoo his hair again to get it really clean. Neither of us talks so the only sound in the half bath is the subtle sound of the water running. When the water's turned off it's an even subtler sound of my fingers squishing through the suds in his long hair.
After rinsing a second time, I get a towel and roughly dry his hair, then use the hairdryer. Finally his hair is very dry and will cut crisply and evenly. There some static electricity when I run a comb through it. Now that it's clean it's an even brighter shade of orange. I say, "I should be wearing sunglasses cutting hair this bright." He gets up chuckling and mumbling, "Fuck you too," then he stands and hugs me around my waist, the side of his face against mine, "I don't want to be critical, but you did the shampoo too fast, Dylan. I wanted it to last longer." I break his hug and start rinsing out the sink, mumbling, "Tough shit." He laughs, "I missed you too, and you are still my boyfriend!" He laughs again and goes into the finished basement. I hear him dragging the stool across the tiled section of the floor. He calls in to me, "And you still need to do the massage." I used to drag out the shampoos, then do the shoulder and head massage because I was into it more last summer. It's like all the boys were new and it was fun getting to know them and see how they'd each reacted to my intimate contact. Some were into it, and some weren't.
Walking into the basement, I go, "Next time you see Bean tell him to shoot me a text if he wants a haircut." I'd like that. There's something about Bean that I'm attracted to. God knows it's not his brain. Maybe it's his cluelessness or his willingness to try just about anything. During sex though, like Sonny, Bean will only do what he calls the 'man' part. He seemed to like it quite a bit too. Sonny says, "I'll probably see Bean on Monday, but it's not like we hang out together now that the posse split up. Bean's still Ray's flunky though. He hangs around Ray more than I do." Well that's disturbing! I ask, "Bean's around Ray every day?" He goes, "Nah, Bean's got a summer job with a carpet guy. According to Bean he sees Ray two or three times a week. At nights, ya know?" Combing through his hair again, I mumble, "That posse boy shit was kind of odd, don'cha think?" Sonny looks up at me, "Odd? No, I kinda miss Ray running us posse boys. It was fun being with the older guys waiting to find out what Ray felt like doing next. Huh, wait! Actually I thought it was all total bull shit until Ray let you in the posse. Then it got super interesting." I act shocked, "Ray let me in the posse? That's just so fucking wrong, Sonny." He shrugs, "No it's not. Ray let you be a junior posse boy just like me." Oh my god, that's even more disturbing! I guess Ray did let me in the posse. Balls!
As I'm getting the clippers, guides, and scissors out, I say, "Last I knew you were sort of rebelling against Ray, weren't you?" He says, "Yeah, but that was before he took me under his wing last winter. He's smart ya know. He says he likes that I emulate him, and he also likes that I have a hot ass too. Oh man though, I took some tough love from Ray last winter, let me tell ya. That's what Ray called it, tough love. He was between boyfriend at the time, although he had this scraggy girlfriend. He said he'd use me to balance out his karma. Ray was working hard at getting my asshole used to his cock. Stretched the hell out of it. He eventually succeeded and now, ha ha, I'm like you were last summer. When Ray calls I come running." I go, "Me go running to Ray? That is such bullshit! I never went running to him for anything, ever!" He shrugs, and I say, "Sonny, I've heard enough about Ray Reeves today, enough to last me two years. Okay? Give it a fuckin' rest!" I'm thinking of having an IQ contest between Sonny and Bean. One of them might come up with a Guinness world record low score.
He looks up at me with a smirk, snickering, "Dylan, you are an uber cool dude, but I saw how Ray dominated you last summer. You did what you were told, so I figure I should too." This is getting so fucking boring. I roll my eyes, and ask through clenched teeth, "How do you want your fucking hair cut?" He says, "Don't get mad, Dylan. I love you best." I go, "Will you grow-up! You haven't a fucking clue what being in love means. Now, how do you want your hair cut?" He goes, "Sorry. Jeez! Now I'm afraid to tell you." I smile, "Don't be afraid, little boy. I'll be nice." He goes, "You're creeping me out!" I massage his shoulders for a minute, then run my fingers through his hair. Nice hair except for the color. Finally I say, "I'm waiting, Sonny,"and he says, "Please don't jump down my throat when I tell you the haircut I want, alright?" I take a deep breath, and calmly ask, "What's it gonna be?" He rubs his chin and say, like he expects me to explode, "Um, would you cut it exactly like Ray made us get those high and tight burr cuts last summer. I'm going to see if he remembers." I yell, "What the fuck is it between you and Ray? I though Jesse was your boyfriend." He goes, "He is, but you've been fucked by Ray. Do I need to say more?"
This is very bizarre and totally disturbing, especially coming from cute little Sonny. Well, not little, but cute. The last I knew, by the end of last summer, Ray was sort of out of the picture. Nobody was dissing him or anything, they just weren't hanging with him all that much. The guys went their separate ways, especially Sonny. When I hear his choice of haircut and the stupid reason for it. I'm like, "Sonny, don't get involved with Ray. Anyway, you only do the male part of sex, and now you tell me Ray's fucking you." He shrugs, "I hate when you seemed disappointed in me, Dylan. You had yo ur turn with Ray, ya know. Okay, actually he was only stretching my asshole to take his cock for like two weeks in January." I go, "I don't care what Ray was doing in January. Do you really want that tight burr haircut?" He goes, "Yep, that's what I want." I go, "I won't do it. Sorry." He goes, "Please! I'm going to a cook-out tomorrow night at Ray's. I haven't seen the bastard for months and I want to impress him." I shake my head, "I'm not doing that haircut on you, and I'm sick to death hearing about Ray!" He pouts, giving me frowns, then asks, "What haircut will you do?" I tell him, "If you absolutely insist, I'll do a regular burr haircut for you, but I'd much rather give you like a longish flattop or even like a five-eight inch buzz." He slumps on the stool and I grin to myself picturing me saying to Sonny what Ryan says to me, 'Sit the fuck up-straight! Don't slump... how many times do I gotta tell you that'. Sonny mumbles, "Okay, a regular burr then."
Well let me tell you, I get this wicked stiff dick giving Sonny his haircut. Reducing eight inch long hair to as short as a quarter inch and no longer than three-quarter inch on top is a major fucking rush for anyone with a haircut fetish. It's not as intense as getting my own hair cut, but the next best thing. As piles of orange hair falls off the back of my hand onto Sonny's shoulders and lap, he tells me, "When Ray fucks me we're like too macho guys fucking. Not like with you when we make you all sissy submissive and all. We talk about it all the time." Sonny can barely keep a straight face
telling me this bullshit. I know he's just blowing smoke up my ass because he's always made me promise to keep our sex between him and me only. I go, "You're not being your sweet self, Sonny, plus you're telling one lie after another. Ray's obviously been a bad influence on you." He laughs, and goes, "No, he isn't. It's just that we try deciding who made you more submissive, me or Ray. He had to admit I came pretty close to him when it comes to dominating your ass." I calmly say, "Bullshit alert!" and he laughs again, saying, "Actually, you're my cool boyfriend, Dylan, not Ray."
As I finish off the top hairs at about three-quarters of an inch, I ask, "What are you going to tell Ray about me tomorrow at the cook-out?" He says, 'I'll have to see how submissive you get for me this afternoon." I go, "Not only am I not being submissive to you, I'm not having sex with you?" He changes from being arrogant immediately, "Aw c'mon, Dylan, I'm just breaking your balls. We don't talk about you. Ray's not like that. He forbids talking behind anybody's back, not just yours." That sounds like one of Ray's ten commandments. He has an unusual moral sense of what's right and wrong, mostly benefiting himself. He pictures himself as honorable, and in a distorted way he is a little bit, but he's also out of his fucking mind a little bit too. And his brother Elliot is the sweetest guy you'd ever want to meet. Total opposites and they don't look anything alike, but then Ray told me why that is. They've got different biological fathers although Elliot doesn't
know it. The father they live with is Ray's father. He wouldn't say who Elliot's father is.
I use the trimmers outlining around Sonny's ears smiling because with short hair like this his ears stick out much more noticeably. Nicely shaped, smallish ears, but they stick out. It's a cute boyish look actually. I rub his head with both hand, then brush back though the hairs on top. They're short enough to stick up on their own. Sonny looks two years younger then he did fifteen minutes ago. He looks at himself in the mirror, murmuring, "Coool," then looks at me asking, "Can you do it a little shorter, pleeeeease." Sighing, I say, "Sit down." This is the opposite of my situation with Ryan. I'm asking him please don't make my haircut so short and Sonny's 'please make it shorter'. My haircut fetish got roaring cutting off all that long clean hair, and now it gets roaring again because there's something extra arousing about cutting an already short haircut shorter. I do what Ryan does for his specialty haircuts and use the bare clippers on the sides and back of Sonny's head, but unlike Ryan I stop before I get to where his head begins
curving. Then with an eight inch guide I take the clippers over the curve, and blend it with the shorter cut on the sides. Using the quarter inch guide for the clipper I take the clippers over the crown of his head and, like Ryan does, a little towards the front. It's so ironic that this haircut, at Sonny's begging request, is very much like the haircut Ryan gave me yesterday. There's only about an eight of an inch difference between Sonny's haircut and mine. Damn ironic!
Finishing the top by blending the different lengths the result is a tight burr haircut just like Sonny asked for. Now he's happy. I rub his crisp stubble and can't tell the different from the feel of his haircut and mine. He feels the side of my head with his fingers, and asks, "Why didn't you do that for me?" He's referring to the fade part where Ryan used trimmer clippers to shave the hair to the scalp halfway up the sides and back. I go, "I don't think I can blend hairs that short." He goes, "Please try, pleaaase, Dylan." He sits down again and I do my best to duplicate Ryan's technique. No
problem shaving halfway up the sides and back, but the blending of zero length hair to eight inch hair is like micro surgery. My best efforts leave a noticeable shingle line around his head where the trimmer clippers took the hair to the scalp. He doesn't care, "That's awesome, Dylan! Perfect!" What does he know. It wasn't twenty four hours ago that I said I'd never give anyone a haircut as short as mine. Never say never! That'll be another motto of mine.
Sonny helps me get all his hair up off the floor. At first we pick up handfuls of it and put in the trash. Then use a dustpan and brush for the rest. I keep staring at Sonny's head hardly believing he went from a shaggy dog look to a cute fifteen year old marine look. Doing all that haircutting left
me feeling randy as hell, and Sonny's looking sexier by the minute. Then there's his seven inch cock to consider. So, if he asks it'll be difficult saying no. I'm putting the barber tools in the toiletry kit, saying, "You're gonna scare the shit out of your parents or everyone who sees you with that haircut. That's the biggest change in appearance I can remember seeing in anyone." He goes, "Nah, I've been threatening to shave my head for six months now, so this will be considered a good compromise." He runs his fingers over his head, adding, "This is a hundred times better. This haircut is bad ass gangsta shit." I laugh, saying, "In your case it's more a scalped choir boy look."
He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, asking in a little boy's voice, "Will you do me a big, big favor, Dylan?" I can't imagine what that might be. I go, "What's the favor?" and he says, "Come to the mall with me and help me pick out a cool earring. I want to get my ear pierced today to go with my new look." Ha ha, hanging an earring off his ear will emphasize how far his ears stick out. It'll be like hanging one Christmas ornament on the end of Fraser Fir branch. I can't tell him his ears stick out though, so I ask, "Why do you want an earring?" He goes, "Duh! Because everyone cool has at least one. I could be ultra cool and get two, like you." I'm like, "Ah, sorry but I don't feel like going to the mall. I just got home and I gotta unpack and all that shit." He hugs me, "Please, Dylan. You're my idol." I go, "I thought Ray was," and he smirks, "I made most of that shit up, but he did fuck me once at the New Year Eve party and then he stretched my asshole for a week or so, like I told you. We were both drunk New Years, but it broke the ice kinda. I hardly ever see him although I do want him to fuck me again at least one more time." I go, "Lying to me like that! I'm disappointed in you!" and he laughs, "You didn't believe me anyway, so it wasn't lying."
I get him in a headlock which he wiggles out of and we end up face to face, he grins at me with his hot lips and those white teeth of his with the little space between the front one. I'm a goner. My hands rubs up the back of his head as we suck on each other's lips, then do a wet sloppy kiss that goes on for twenty seconds. Breathlessly, Sonny asks, "Do ya wanna do it, Dylan? I sure do." I nod trying for blasé, saying, "Okay, I guess. Yeah why not. You're a cute little hottie." He kisses my lips, a real juicy one, then
says, "We're almost the same size, but I am cute and I am a hottie, just not little." He unzips his fly and pulls our his dick. Wiggling it, he grins, "C'mon, Dylan, for old time sake." Imitating Tim, I bend over and take Sonny's flaccid cock from his fingers. It's a really nice looking cock. A pale
creamy-color with a nice pale-pink helmet head the same color as his nipples. The orange pubic hairs peeking out of his fly looks flamboyantly citrusy bright. With my nose close to his fly I feel heat coming from his crotch to go along with a musty odor, one that's not unpleasant. Licking the head, then sucking it into my mouth and twirling my tongue around it, I suck some shaft in too. There's probably no chance on his own Sonny will do any deep throating like Ryan does. Ryan's got me liking the hell out of his deep throating. He sort of spoiled me with that because being deep throated by someone is almost as submissive as rimming someone's ass, so maybe I'll help Sonny with that and& teach him something.
He's rubbing my head quietly grunting as I suck and lick his cock in my warm wet mouth with my active tongue constantly moving. I'm sinking slowly to my knees to get in position to take his cock in my throat. His cock's firming up nicely so I suck in another two inches of shaft and now the head of his cock is poking the gag reflex area at the back of my throat making me stifle the urge to gag. My cock bones-up hard in my pants as I grope my package, then push my head forward until the head of his cock slides tightly past the gagging point and into the top of my throat. Sonny goes up on his toes groaning and grabbing my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin. My head moves forward until my forehead touches the waistband of his cargo shorts and his boner is almost three inches down my throat. I move my head back and his cock comes up some, then pushing my head forward again and Sonny makes a breathy moan, "Ahhh, ooh," humping his hips and he cums in my throat. His hips start pumping his cock back and forth in two or three inch spastic thrusts. He's the one making a gagging sound now as he pulls back until the head of his cock slides out of my throat onto my tongue. Sonny groans and humps again shooting out the spunk left in his nuts. A tasty spurt of teenage semen, then his cock pulls from my mouth entirely. I'm squishing his cum around in my mouth. It taste sweet like, um, like I don't know what. Sweet and a little salty.
Sonny's stroking his cock, his eyes closed with his head back, moaning, "Ooooh, fuck, ummm, oh, man, oooh." Taking a deep breath he opens his eyes, grinning, "Jesus-H-Christ, what a climax! Fuccck!" I'm standing now with a tent in my pants and a little out of breath myself. A three minute blow job was all it took to get Sonny shooting a nice load into my throat and mouth. He laughs, still pulling his pud, "Wow, that was new, Dylan! Fuck, that was weird. I don't think I've ever spunked that fast before. I was horny, dude! Welcome home, Dylan. Whoa!" I say, "You always did have a damn nice dick,
Sonny. Tasty cum too." He's got this big smile on his face, asking, "Can you do that for me every morning? Get my day off on a high note. Better yet,
will you marry me?" He's laughing, still holding his now soft dick in his fist walking in a small circle. Kids!
He finally puts his dick away and we go out through the garage and get on his motorbike. Sonny's gonna get his ear pierced at the mall. I've got a case of blue balls, but it was fun seeing Sonny's enthusiastic reaction to deep throating. Now I can't wait to see what that earring at the end of Sonny's ear is gonna looks like. Damn, I enjoyed sucking him off though. I've always liked Sonny. I still remember the first time I met him. He sat on my lap in the car on our way to watch Ray play in the summer basketball league. Sonny was a sexy little hottie back then as a seventeen year old, and he still is as an eighteen year old. Near the end of last summer he turned eighteen two months after Devon turned nineteen. That's a little weird. I'm hugging his hot slim body riding behind him on his motorbike going way too fast. Then, after parking at the mall Sonny's affectionately hugging me and putting his arm around the back of my neck. We walk from the parking lot into the mall like that. He never stops talking about the way he deep throated me even though it's more like I deep throated myself using his cock. Sonny's natural instincts took over then and his hips began humping, basically on their own. By instigating it myself it lost a lot of submissiveness in the translation. Still, it was hot.
At a jewelry kiosk a girl wearing black make-up and about a dozen piercings in her face and ears asks if she can help us. Sonny tells her what he wants and I can tell she likes Sonny. She has slim rings pierced through her eyebrow, nostril, and lower lip, then numerous studs pierced through each ear. Her name tag says, 'Bug' and she's treating Sonny like he's her little brother. She explains that hallow needles do a much better job of piercing than a piercing guns, which are breeding grounds for infection. She gives him detailed cleaning and maintenance instructions for after the piercing. Sonny's all ears. Ha ha, bad pun! When Bug's about to push the needle through to the cork on the other side of Sonny's earlobe, his face gets all scrunched up with his eyes closed. He's squeezing one of my hands with both of h is as Bug soothingly says, "Just a pinch, Sonny." When the hallow needle goes through his ear lobe Sonny lets out a yelp, but that's about it. He chooses a stainless steel hoop earring exactly like the ones I'm wearing today. We walk away with a modest size hoop earring hanging out there from his earlobe and me trying not to grin. Sonny's proud of himself, unaware his ears stick out, or maybe he knows but doesn't care. His innocent naiveté makes me want to hug him. He's talking about how it was nothing getting his ear pierced, repeating to me what Bug said, "It was like a little pinch, didn't hurt hardly at all, Dylan." He a fun kid to be with.
At the food court we get Cokes and sit at a table drinking the sodas as Sonny asks me three separate times how his earring looks, and every time I tell him, "Cool, Sonny. It's a damn cool earring." The third tine he asks, I go, "It's cool. You've got good ears for an earring. Maybe you need to get the other one pierced." He goes, "Um, oh, yeah... not today though." Walking to his motorbike, he asks, "How long do ya think my ear's gonna hurt like this?" I go, "Well it takes at least four weeks to heal, maybe as long as six weeks. The tenderness will ease up in a couple of days, but don't fucking sleep on it."
During the motorbike ride back to my place I watch Sonny's earring blowing in the wind. Sonny's reflection in the rearview mirror on the handle bars show him grimacing in a little pain. It's three-thirty when we pull up to the garage door of the condo. I swing my leg over the back wheel getting off, saying, "It's been fun, Sonny. Take care of that ear, keep it clean." He's looking at his smart phone, saying, "It's only three-thirty, Dylan, can't I come in. We still haven't, you know, done it." I shrug, "Really?" and he goes, "Yeah please. My dick's still twitchy from deep throating you." I rub his head realizing why Ryan was always rubbing my head. There's something about looking at the wicked short haircut you've just given your bud. It's like, 'Did I really just do that?' It's creepy to say, but there's a sense of dominance associated with giving someone a haircut that short. Ryan definitely felt it in my case. Whatever, I like rubbing Sonny's super short hair and he doesn't seem to mind. I have an inkling of how Ryan feels after giving me my haircuts.
Sonny's still sitting on his bike looking at me expectantly, so I say, "Okay, come on in, Sonny." Walking in through the garage, I ask, "Don't you have work today?" I ask him that because he said he worked for Jesse's father and he had to drop Jesse off at work. He goes, "Yeah, I work part time at the Dairy Queen at night." Inside the basement, "Oh, and you work for Jesse's dad too, right?" He goes, "Nah, it's more Jesse teaching me about mechanical shit. I don't get paid. He knows a lot about repairing motors." Pulling his chain, I go, "You wanna play a game on Xbox? I got the 360." He thinks I'm serious as he's shaking his head, "Xbox? I thought we could mess around like we used to, ya know?" Giving him the haircut and then sucking his dick has me hornier than a guy should be, so I'm like, "Okay, lets drop our drawers. I was just fuckin' with you." His shorts are down before I can unbutton mine. He's got a big dick and a big grin on his face. Pulling my shorts down to my knees, they drop around my ankles on their own. I'm shaking my head chuckling, "We're just a couple of animals in heat." Sonny laughs, "I'm always horny. Jesse's not as horny as me, plus he says he's still not sure he likes getting it up the ass. He buys these extra lubed condoms and complains it hurts going in anyway. Maybe my dick's too big." I'm like, "Why don't you let him top you?" and Sonny's like, "You know the answer to that, Dylan. I'm like Ray, I do the boy part and you and Jesse do the girl part." Shaking my head, "You really need to stop hanging around Ray. You'll turn into a Neanderthal like him." Sonny goes, "What's that?" as he rubs his dick against mine. Feels good.
With a sneaky grin on his face, Sonny puts his hands on my shoulders turning me around, saying, "You don't need to do anything from here on out. Let me take it from here." If I weren't so oversexed I'd object to being referred to as the one doing 'the girl's part', but the fact is I need to get fucked and Sonny's an attractive sexy horny naive kid who has a natural way of doing dominant sex. Kind of an ideal side-sex partner for me. He rubs his cock up and down my ass crack, asking, "How's that feel? Does it feel good?"
Ray's influence on Sonny royally pisses me off. Like what Sonny's doing right now. Ray always acted as if he's doing you the ultimate favor by fucking you. "Oooou, Dylan, my cock's getting hard and you must be getting hot and bothered and really anxious for it. It won't be long now, just be patient for another minute." I go, "Sonny, shut the fuck up! If you do one more thing that reminds me of Ray you'll be riding your bike home with that boner you're playing with." He chuckles, "I'm not acting like Ray," and the head punches in past my sphincter unexpectedly. My back arches as I grunt, "Oh! Ahhh." He gets his right arm around the front of my neck pulling my head back beside his, the back of my neck on his shoulder, "Feel good, Dylan?" as his cock forces it's way a couple of inches up my ass. I go, "Aaahhh, ooh." I can feel it getting harder and fatter inside me. Another two inches slide tightly up my ass as Sonny grunts, "Umpth, tight. Nice..." Jesus, I don't remember him being this big.
His boner makes steady progress going up my ass with perspiration breaking out on Sonny's face as he turns his head getting the side of my mouth with a wet kiss and then a lick. He grunts, "Almost there. Feel good?" His orange pubic hairs are against my buttocks, then he's tightly against my ass. He humps against my buttocks moving his boner slightly, pulls it back a couple of inches and humping it right back in hard. I go, "Aahh." Three more two inch humps, each one harder then the one before it as he gasps in my ear, "You've always liked it hard, huh, Dylan? I'll take good care of you," and a longer withdrawal of his hard cock, then a hard thrust back in. He bends backwards pushes out his hips until I'm up on my toes feeling properly dominated. God, this feels good. My cock's a hard rock tube up against my belly, achingly stretched. Sonny's boner almost feels like Ryan's. He moves his hips foreword and I drop back onto my feet gasping and thinking that Jesse's a fool if he doesn't like this. Sonny makes a hissing sound withdrawing that big boner of his until the swollen head is pulling back the lips of my asshole. I hold my breath waiting for it to drive up my ass again. Sonny roughly pulls my head back tighter against his shoulder, he waits two seconds and then, "Slap!' it goes in so fast the first note of males fucking rings out in the basement.
Sonny grinds his hips grunting, and then it's, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds ringing in my ears as he fucks my ass hard and fast, just the way I like it. He has my head pulled so far back on his shoulder I'm almost looking at the ceiling. His 'Sonny scent' is very sexy and his great boner has my prostate smoldering hot with sexual sensations. My anus sizzles and my body starts shuddering as exquisite twitching starts up on my hard cock. That gets my boner moving away from my body tightening to an impossible degree. Sonny's stopped talking in favor of moaning, "Oooh," with each fast hard rhythmic thrust up my ass that continues for two, three, four minutes until my rectum is all I can think about. The sexual pleasure has me dreamy, my eyes closed and my body limp absorbing the most intense pleasure I know of. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds with Sonny's scent in my head, his moist breath on the side of my face as he grunts with each hard fast thrust up my ass. My orgasm is coming on me fast now and I'm squirming in Sonny's grasp humping my hips, then my body's stiffens, then there's my involuntary embarrassing squeal as pinpoints of light go off in my head and a stream of cum shoots in an arc from my cock causing an extra hard body shudder. Another stream of creamy cum shoots out with me moaning, "Ah, ah, ah." It all happens so fast, like two seconds from the time my body stiffens to the last shots of spunk. Two incredible seconds of otherworldly intense pleasure. Sizzling sensations linger from the last cum shot. Sonny shudders too, humps a few more erratic thrusts in my ass, and his cock pulls out with the wet head sliding across my right butt cheek. I'm stroking my boner shooting three more little spurts of creamy cum. Gasping and bending over with my hands on my knees as indescribable, almost painful sensation of climax spreads quickly, like a flash of light, from my rectum to my groin and up my belly and then fades away leaving me in a pleasant daze. Sonny grabs my hips and bumps his cock head desperately near my asshole then he hits it just right and shoves his cock back up my ass to pound away as I gasp, gulping in oxygen feeling spent, but really good.
My body jostles around like a rag doll with Sonny partially holding me up as he continues pounding his boner back and forth in my ass. He's groaning now, his crotch flat against my buttocks humping. I feel his climax explode inside me as there's a split second of extra warmth and then it's wet and sloppy. He does another hump and I suppose more of his jism fires into my bowels before he's just leaning against me breathing noisily.The entire sex act couldn't have taken more than four or five minutes, but it seemed even faster than that. Fucking out the first orgasm of the day never lasts long enough. Damn that was hot though. Sonny's does a few lazy trips back and forth in my sloppy rectum and then backs up pulling his cock out of my ass leaving it wide open back there with the cooler air in the room filing the void left by his hot cock. I straighten up marveling again at the magic of orgasms. This was a really good one, and with only a touch of the sub/dom effect to help it along. Maybe it was the newness of Sonny's cock and scent. It's been at least ten months since his cock was last inside me. Nice fuck from the kid. Taking a deep breath, I go, "Hot fuck, Sonny. Felt good, dude." His chest is expanding for another deep breath as he grins, saying, "First fuck for me in over three weeks." Oh, I guess Jesse is a reluctant sex buddy. I ask, "Nothing from your idol, Ray?" He's shaking his head, grinning again, mumbling, "I may have exaggerated my relationship with Ray just a bit. Ha ha, it's been like over five months since Ray fucked me last. And he is not my fucking idol. I told you I was just breaking your balls because you used to be his boyfriend."
Wiping my ass with a paper towel, I mutter, "Stop reminding me of that." He strokes his cock, then looks at his hand, grins and says, "Ouu, yucky." As I'm pulling up my shorts Sonny goes in the half bath to wash his hands and maybe his dick. He's all smiles with his cargo shorts up when he comes out, saying, "Damn it's good having you back in town. Today was an awesome day
for me, Dylan. Life is weird sometimes. Like, if Jesse hadn't wanted a J&J's sub I never would have run into you today. You wouldn't have called me, would you?" I go, "I don't know, maybe if I got desperate enough." He chuckles, mumbling, "Fuck you too." We walk outside and smoke a cigarette with Sonny sitting on his bike and being very appreciative of the haircut and everything else we did the last couple of hours. He can be a brat and a ball buster but underneath that he's a sweet kid. As I step on my cigarette butt, I ask, "You really going to Ray's for a cook-out tomorrow night?" He says, "Yeah, that part's true. I only lied about ninety percent of the time when I spoke about your ex-boyfriend." I go, "Goddammit, Sonny, I told you not to remind me of that!" He laughs, and I ask, "Does the ten percent truthful part of what you said include getting this haircut to suck up to Ray?" He goes, "Yeah, I want him to fuck me 'cause he's the only one I know who's gay and macho enough that I'll let fuck me. Except for the random occasional times I can talk Jesse into it, I'm not getting any sex at all. Today was a ginormous relief in that regard."
He finally takes off after asking me to come to the Dairy Queen tonight and he'll give me a free cone. As he's just about to make the turn onto the street, he yells, "I'll try talking Ray into inviting you to his cook-out tomorrow night." I yell after him, "Don't you dare mention me or we won't do this again." I hear him laughing as he goes around the bend and out of sight. Huh, not a bad couple of hours with Sonny. One thing's for sure... I'm not in Marietta anymore.
to be continues... Donny Mumford thinat29@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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