Jimmy & Donny

Written in January of 2006

The Fetish Screw & the Early times Too

Part 2...The Fetish Screw

Well, Part 2 at least begins on a happy note because Jimmy and me had discovered the fantastic pleasures of intercourse and we were on that long journey, one that we're still on, discovering the one perfect position for fucking. A very stimulating discovery is the sit-on-Jimmy's-lap-with-his-boner-up-my-hole position. The SOJLWHBUMH position as we call it for short. With Jimmy's boner up my hole I reach behind me and push up with a hand on each of Jimmy's hips so I can assist with his humping in and out of me. Jimmy jerks-off my boner in synchronized time with his humping so to me it feels like Jimmy's boner is way up inside of me connected to the bottom of my boner and it makes one long boner's worth of ecstasy for me. Jimmy is not doing too bad either.

With this level of stimulation there is simply no telling what I'll squeal out when I shoot off. Cum all over the place, I'll tell you that much. In any case, we floated along the rest of our senior year in our personal sea of sex. I graduated high school without benefit of Jimmy telling me he loved me and on the rare occasion that I'd take a chance and tell him that I loved him he'd say "It's not love Donny, it's lust!"....

I knew he was wrong about my feelings of love toward him, but I was beginning to think he would remain "in lust" with me and that would have to be enough. I decided it was... I dreamed about the beginning of college and about actually living with Jimmy in that great little apartment. Boy oh boy, did that thought give me many boners over the summer. As it turned out it's a good thing I had those daydreams for boners because Jimmy and I saw very little of each other. And, zero opportunity for sex. He had a summer job with his father's company for a few weeks and then he and his little brother spent three weeks with his grandparents in AZ and a two week vacation with his whole family in Avalon, NJ where they rented a house on the beach.

I was invited for that two weeks at the beach, but sadly Scott said "no". I'd be away at college soon and he wanted me home with the family this summer. What an asshole he is, but don't get me started!! I was wicked disappointed, but afraid to show a pout about it or it was down to the basement for me. I was just so anxious to get away from Scott and my home environment in general that it made time crawl.

My best straight bud JB and me had some fun times, but he worked full time in his dad's garage so my days were mostly kind of lonely. Just water skiing with Tyler and some of the guys once in a while, then a painful two weeks with Scott's dads' family in New Hampshire of all places. I say painful because I was picked on by the cousins, not painful because of a Scott spanking. It was painfully boring too!!

Finally it was a few days before heading off to college. I had already loaded all my stuff in the apartment, our lease was year round on a year to year basis because it was cheaper that way. JB had driven me to the apartment with all my stuff in his pick-up truck a week ago and I would have moved in then except that Scott said I couldn't move in until the day before registration. So I waited it out.... and disaster struck two days before I was to leave home for the first time in my life. I'd be away from Scott and all the rest of them....it was a new life with Jimmy. Happiness instead of anxiety. Smiles instead of gloom and doom. But I had to pay the price first.

I was on our back steps bull shitting with Tyler and two other buds, bragging about the apartment I'd be living in and how cool it would be to be on my own. How great it would be to get away from this nut house and how I didn't plan on busting my ass to get good grades, just squeak by because I wanted to have some fucking fun for once. I was lying some too about how it looked like we were going to have our own car and on and on.. and it was about time something good happened for me after almost being kept under house arrest here for 13 years... .

It was kinda fun acting like a big deal, but then I looked up at Tyler and he had this strange expression on his face, he was looking over my shoulder. I got that freaky feeling of a cold streak running up my back and up the back of my head. I was afraid to turn around, but I did and there was Scott staring at me nodding his head up and down as if to say to himself, "just what I expected out of this ungrateful bastard".

Tyler told me later that Scott was there for most of my rant and Tyler had been afraid to say anything to me. Scott scared everybody in those days.

Scott told the guys, in a exaggeratedly calm voice, that they should take off now because he needed to have a little talk with me. They hopped up and were gone in a flash. My heart was pounding and I started to say something but Scott said "Do not say one fucking word to me until I tell you to... just get your ass in the basement and wait for me down there." I couldn't remember the last time he came home from work early. I found out later he'd come home early to go over all my stuff for college to make sure I had everything I needed. He has always been big on 'lists' and he had a check list of things he wanted to go over with me to be sure everything was accounted for and so forth.

Obviously it's a disturbing and frightening thing to have to await physical punishment that you know is inevitable; Scott has never said "I'm going to give you a second chance this time." Never. It's even worse, at eighteen years old, to have to stand in your basement with your pants around your ankles, bare-assed with cock and balls swinging in the breeze waiting for your 25 year old half brother to give you a spanking. Very, very uncool.

This time he made me wait a while and I hoped it was because he wanted to get his anger under control. Eventually I heard the cellar door squeak open and he slowly came down the stairs and said nothing... I knew to say nothing too. He grips around my shoulder with his left arm and pulls me sideways against him pinning one of my arms to my side and my other arm to his chest and begins smacking my ass until I'm acting like an 8 year old.....crying and begging and trying to walk away from the spanking. Many times over the last 6 or 7 years I'll lose control of my bladder and pee out a long stream of piss. He always says "You better not get any of that on me." and I twist away to be sure not to pee on him and this exposes new territory for his big, callused hand to spank. The pee stream of course winds down and eventually falls across my shorts and boxers that are bunched around my feet. This time was no different.

When Scott's rage has been satisfied he stops and I hug him and say how sorry I am for whatever it is that I did. I'd say anything because I'm so happy he's done with the spanking. He tries to calm me down and it takes a while but I do calm down and stop sobbing. Then he'll tell me to wash my face in the utility sink, wash my peed-on clothes, clean-up the pee on floor and, when everything has been done, come up stairs and explain to him why I said what I'd said to my friends. Why I disparaged Scott and my whole family after all they have done for me including paying for college and for my own apartment and so on.

Scott goes upstairs and I wash the tears and snot off my face and then get my clothes, as well as other dirty clothes from the hamper, and start a washer load. Washing dirty clothes is one of my normal chores anyway, so I'm well versed on how to do it. Next I get out the sponge mop and Lysol and clean the floor where I peed. I have to wring out the mop a number of times at the utility tub before it's clean enough. If Scott came down sometime and detected a urine smell it would be big trouble for me.

I've gone through these steps many times. The wash cycle has another 20 minutes or so to run. I have tears still dripping on my face while I'm doing these things because the pain is hard and heavy on me. My next familiar move is to crawl into an old sleeping bag and lay on my stomach to mentally lick my wounds. I have plenty of time to lick them because I have to wait for the wash cycle and then the dryer cycle after that. The pain is hot on my ass and the back of my legs. There are painful popping spots that keep shooting pain into my body. My eyes keep tearing and I hate that I'm like an eight year old, but that about how old I feel.

The pain aside, I think my self image is what's really hurting me the most. I feel VERY sorry for myself. I alternate between hating Scott with a furious rage to acknowledging that he's a victim too. It's Scott's father who turned Scott into a spanking-crazed animal.... he'd done the same sorts of things to Scott. Maybe Scott's father's father did the same to him, who knows. My mother gets my bitter anger and hate because she never wanted me and never acted like a mother to me. Can you imagine a mother turning the care of her six year old boy over to an unbalanced twelve year old?? Many thoughts have gone through my head laying on my stomach in that sleeping bag.......none of them were happy thoughts.

In truth, I kind of felt that I did deserve to be punished for the things I'd said. Hell, I knew the family actually had spent extra money to pay for half the rent on the apartment and had given in to this more expensive college, instead of the 'State College" they initially wanted me to go to. They went the extra mile just so I could be with Jimmy. Scott thought that Jimmy might keep me on top of my studies. Basically keep me in college with his tutoring. As it turns out, in the early months, he was right about that too.

So I was wrong and deserved to be punished but it's just that, as always with Scott, the punishment was much too severe. It's simply wrong to be spanking an 18 year old. And these spankings were really more like 'beatings'. Scott has a terrible temper and he is very big and strong. Plus, as he spanks me he gets madder and madder. Hell, he never wanted the job of raising me in the first place. Way back when he was 12 years old he didn't want to baby-sit a six year old. He got spanked if I screwed up so he made sure he maintained complete control over me and he did it the same way his father maintained control over him...FEAR! Fear of being spanked and following through with that spanking. No mercy. It has just become an accepted practice over the years. Starting when Scott was a twelve year old ....if he got frustrated or punished himself, he took it out on me and eventually he felt guilty about doing that and the guilt made him madder and he took that out on me too.

When the dryer cycle was done I folded the clothes and gingerly pulled on my boxers and shorts. My ass was very painful and would be for up to 48 hours or so, but even at that it seemed to heal much faster than you'd think it would. The sore ass made me walk funny and since I felt like I was 'nobody' anyway what difference did it make how I walked.... just one more humiliation when I had to go out in public shortly after being spanked. After the pain faded away my ass and the back of my legs still looked ugly... black & blue & yellowish green colors for days. The first 24 hours... sitting down was not something I wanted to do. But, as part of the punishment, I always had to sit down for each meal and I better not make any painful faces or theatrical groans to acknowledge the spanking in any way. Believe me I've been spanked on top of a spanked bottom and it's definitely something I try to avoid. After thirteen years I know Scott's rules and I follow them....except when my concentration wanders for a second and I don't follow them.

After cleaning the basement floor and washing my pee soaked clothes I go upstairs and humbly ask Scott if I can speak with him. He'll usually keep me waiting and then he'll say, "OK, what have you got to tell me?" I apologize in a most sincere manner and tell him it will never happen again and that I'm so sorry I made him have to discipline me and I don't know why after all these years I can't just be part of the family and try to do things the right way like everyone else is trying to do and I'm ashamed of myself for disrespecting the family and particularly Scott who has given up so much to try to raise me the right way and on and on and on...I have a lot of ways to ask forgiveness...I've memorized them over the years. Scott seems to like them all as he's never said "This is the same crap you told me last time." Maybe he's not even listening. I know I'm not.

Then comes his lecture, the pontificating, the know it all superior attitude and I better have the right look on my face...a look that says, "this is interesting and important information for me to hear and thank you so much Scott for imparting this vital news to little, stupid me." Some of my pre-teen years smart-ass looks during this lecture period would get my face slapped as I stood before Scott, my hands clasped behind my back. This happened frequently until I learned how to look respectful. It took longer then you'd think it would. Kids are stubborn. I still get my faced slapped once in a while if my attention drifts from eye contact with Scott to thinking about the pain I'm in, for example.

A weird thing is that from years of experience I know there won't be any questions after the lecture so I don't have to actually listen to his words anymore than either of us appears to have listened to mine earlier. I've never been the slightest bit curious about what he says. Then it's finally over and we have to hug and say we love each other and he says he's sorry he had to spank me and I say I'm sorry I made it necessary for him to spank me. He'll ruffle my hair and send me up to my room or on to do some errant or chore. It's a well rehearsed play on both our parts.

After pretending we love each other he ruffled my hair as usual, but this time he said, "First thing in the morning you're to go down to Leo's, I'm not sending you off to college with this unruly head of hair. Wait for Leo, not little Leo...he doesn't know the way

I want your hair cut." I said "Sure thing, Scott." And under my breath I said "shit shit shit shit!!!!" I'd gone all summer letting my buzz cut grow in because I wanted to get my hair cut in the College Campus Barbershop so I'd have a cool college look. I was very naive back then.

This had been the first summer Scott relented about the every-three-week haircut routine. I thought since I was going to college he was finally going to let me decide about my haircuts. I would have made it to the college campus barbershop except for this unfortunate mis-speaking incident. Now it was down to Leo-the-hack barber for the little boys' regular haircut to start college with. Why oh why did I spout off to the guys like I did?

Nothing to be done about it now. As sore as my ass was I sat in the barber chair the next morning as if I felt fine. I did have to tell Little Leo I was waiting for his father. His father treats me like I'm a nine year old just like he's been doing for years. "Hop up here Donny and we'll have you looking sharp in no time." I smile because I don't want him saying to Scott that I was surly or rude or anything. Really, just don't mention me. Same shitty short old fashion type haircut (from the 'fifties' maybe? I really don't know!) It was as far from 'cool' as it could get...but I did cum like a spigot when that old prick quickly ran the clippers up the back of my head and up the sides of my head and all that hair I'd saved all summer fell in my lap.

So that god damn haircut fetish at least afforded me some enjoyment that day! A boner and shooting a long load of cum feels so good. But after the good feeling, reality sets in and I feel like a piece of shit. I'm 19 years old in two weeks and a fucking dip shit barber with a 70 IQ gives me a haircut appropriate for an 8 year old; "Hop up here Donny". Feeling helpless and pathetic is a very big downer...... which can grow worse if you let it.

After the haircut Scott and I were civil to each other pretending everything was great, but I was feeling very low. It did not help at all that Scott said I looked much better and that he was sure I wanted to make a good first impression in college. As if an embarrassingly dorky haircut is the way you make a good first impression at college. I smiled at him thinking "are you out of your fucking mind or are you just stupid?" But I didn't say what I was thinking. I said something like, "Thanks Scott, yeah I do want to start off on the right foot. This is an exciting time for me, but scary too in some ways." And Scott said something about I shouldn't be nervous because I could always depend on him, he's only a phone call away. Sure think, Scott...if I'm in trouble he's probably the last person on earth I'd want to find out about it, but I just smiled again and looked grateful.

The next day was my day to leave for college. Scott would already be off to work so the night before he hugged me goodbye and kissed the top of my head and said he'd miss me a lot. He said we'd been through so many trials and tribulations together that he felt very close to me and he hoped he'd done me some good up to this point. He told me that I should try real hard not to let him down (a threat?). Then he gave me a handful of money on top of the planned-for start up money which was already in my bank account on campus .. it was around $300 and he said it was emergency money. I thought maybe it was guilty conscientious money, but whatever it was.... it was nice to have. We said goodbye. In the morning my mother and I had an awkward hug and kiss on the cheek and then I heard JB blow his horn for me. A little smile came on my face, I'm finally going away to college.....and driven there in style too. JB had his dad's brand new BMW.

During the ride JB kept up a running monologue about his girl friend and his sexploits with her. Much, much more than I needed to know about him 'eating her out'. JB thought he was really being 'hot' telling me this, but it was making me gag and throw-up in my mouth just thinking about it...YUCK!!! I tried to tell him a few dirty jokes that he usually likes and he laughed a little, but then out of nowhere he ask me what was wrong with me. I seriously didn't know what he meant. He said he can tell when something is upsetting me and that I was acting very down-in-the-dumps about something.

Well, I certainly wasn't going to tell him about the spanking and humiliation haircut . I was wearing a baseball cap but not for JB's benefit as he'd seen my shitty haircuts for years. I told him I was a little nervous about my new responsibilities..... keeping up an apartment and the college courses and the part time job at BK and all of it. "You know JB, everything is new. And I'll miss you too." He said bullshit... that I hadn't seen him that much in the last year or so because I was spending all my time with that homo Jimmy. And I said that he, JB, spent all his time with which ever girl would put "out" for him, so he hadn't been around for me very often either. He ignored that and claimed I was acting depressed this morning when I should be higher than a kite can fly (oh me, oh my) because I was getting away from home and all that goes with that..

And then I realized JB was right. Something was wrong!

I could feel myself falling into one of my depressed moods, into depression and of course it was caused by the recent brutal spanking and loss of self esteem and me feeling powerless and me being such a weakling.

JB had picked up on it before I did. I kept bluffing him that it was just all the unknown stuff ahead of me at college, but he knew it was something else. Even though he knew, he dropped the subject and we stayed in a 'pretend' up-beat mode. When he dropped me off he asked if I needed money and I showed him the fistful Scott had given me. JB said "You know, Donny, I'm going to worry about you until I can see you in a happy fucking frame of mind." I tried to act in a happy frame of mind and he said "You can't act for shit! I'll call you in a day or two. Get fucking happy somehow by then." And he pulled away without our one arm hug we always do and the little kiss I sneak on his neck. Shit!

There in a strange place all alone I felt that heavy dark blanket settle slowly over me. If you never sink into depression thank your God for that! It is overwhelmingly negative. I'd called Jimmy's house yesterday and today and got the answering machine. He was away doing some other goddamn family thing...Jesus, they never give it a rest. Their togetherness is too much sometimes. So, I didn't know when to expect him.

I took the few things I'd brought with me this morning up to our apartment, but once there I couldn't get the key to work. I ended up kicking the door in frustration like a little kid and sitting down on the hallway floor and crying. I was in a depression and that was that. When I was all cried out I stood up and tried the door again and this time I did the dead bolt too (DUH!) and the door swung open. I locked the door from the inside and went to bed with all my clothes on. It was almost 11am. I don't know how long it took me to actually fall asleep.

When I woke up the alarm clock read 4:15 in the afternoon and no Jimmy so I stared at the wall and thought about absolutely nothing. The next time I noticed anything it was dark outside and I had to pee which I managed to do the proper way, in the toilet. I got a coke and sat in the dark drinking it for a long time. Still no Jimmy so I went back to bed, after taking my clothes off this time, and to do something new and interesting I stared at the ceiling instead of the wall. I couldn't and didn't want to focus on anything...just stay blank. The last time-check I remember was three something in the morning. The sun shining through the bedroom window woke me up at 8:12am. I was very hungry and although I wasn't 'chipper' I was out of my deep depressed state. After a shower I went to dunkin donuts for two breakfast sandwiches and two OJs. OK, I thought...I can function. This is good. Now where the fuck is Jimmy??

He was at the apartment wondering where I was. That's where the fuck Jimmy was. We hugged and did a brotherly kiss. It had been sometime since we'd seen each other last and we were shy with the reunion. I asked how he was and he looked at me with a strange look on his face for a few seconds and cupped his hand behind my head to pull me to him and we kissed like boyfriends kiss. This got me a boner so things were looking up some. Jimmy said he just wanted to see me smile and he knew if kissing didn't do it I wasn't Donny at all, but an impostor. I'd thought I had been smiling all along so maybe I wasn't as fully recovered as I thought.

In any case, we got our paper work together and went to the various designated buildings at the college to register and get our books. Lines everywhere. Jimmy and me could stay in the same lines to accomplish most of what we needed to do so that helped my outlook a lot, being with him. The process took over four hours of lines before we were done. Jimmy had under estimated how much his books would cost and I was so happy I had money on hand to lend him ....from Scott's emergency money.

We went food shopping and continued telling each other about our summer experiences. Jimmy seemed in a fabulous mood. Most kids are thrilled to be moving out of the 'nest' to go to college and Jimmy was no exception. I was no exception either, but I had my depression hangover which would have been much worse except that I was with him. We were getting comfortable with each other again and we did a lot of grabbing behind the neck, slapping backs or lightly punching arms..stuff we could do in public, but still be touching each other. On the way back to the apartment we agreed to get each other 'off' real quick and save the big "nice to see you again" fuck for later.

I had a boner all the way home and it felt good. We began a gentle make-out which slowly grew in intensity until I came like a geyser in my pants. Jimmy was smiling like crazy as I "ohhh'd" and "ahhh'd" through my climax. "Good to see some things never change" Jimmy said and a little later I gave him a blow job that lasted maybe five or six minutes...the shortest time on record for a Jimmy climax.....so he really was horny. Boy, that stuff felt great! Things were on the upswing.

We'd bought steaks and baked potatoes and iceberg lettuce and Ken's Russian dressing. We had no booze. While the potatoes baked we got our stuff organized and joked about which twin bed did I want (we only use one for both of us) and which drawers in the bureau would be for who (our clothes just got mixed together and we wore whatever was on top no matter who's it was) and we generally just had fun goofing around.

After dinner Jimmy said in an off-hand, joking manner, "Christ Donny, why'd you go to Leo's for that haircut? He sucks! You and me were suppose to go the the College Campus Barbershop together. Remember?" I looked at him and blinked my stinging eyes as he continued, "Look, I haven't had a haircut in two months. I've been saving it." I looked at him a second longer trying to form something in my head that I could say in a joking way too, but instead I thought about the spanking and the humiliation of it all and, out of nowhere I started crying like a fucking little kid.

Jimmy has seen a few of my crying jags even though I tried as hard as possible to fight the urge when I was with him because I didn't think a crying jag would endear me to him. There are few things that are more embarrassing or humiliating that an 18 year old boy can do then crying in front of his friends. Jimmy's never really seen one of my depression moods in full bloom. Occasionally he's seen the fallout from one or another of my depression bouts, like I was having now. He came over and put his arm around my shoulder and asked what was wrong. I just shook my head a bit, but he made me sit down on the big sofa and he sat next to me and said "Tell me!".

In our relationship, especially in the early going, Jimmy's the teacher and I'm the student...he's the parent and I'm the child. It's just the way it evolved right from the start and we both like our roles. So, he wanted me to tell him and I did. I told him about the last couple of days starting with me bragging to Tyler and the guys..and all the way through to me eating at Dunkin Donuts just before meeting up with him this morning.....all the details, just like they are spelled out in the above paragraphs. He didn't interrupt; just listened till I was all talked out. It took about twenty minutes or so just stating details without any other commentary.

When I was done I looked at Jimmy expectantly, I'd been looking down at my feet throughout the recitation. He ask me if there was anything more and I said there wasn't. Off the top of his head Jimmy came up with a plan to counter-act my depression fall outs, not the depression itself, but the sad after-effects. We still use this exact exercise. He asked me to name something good in my life and I said that he was the best thing in my life. I had to give him reasons and examples of why he was the best thing in my life. Then he asked if there is any other good thing in my life and I said JB. Why is he so good in your life?? What's another good thing in my life and I said we're together at college in our own apartment and Jimmy asked me to state another good thing and another and another...on and on.

After a while some of them were silly; for example, I'd say "Well I'm cuter than a puppy" and Jimmy would say "what else?" Other little things like "chocolate is a good thing and I can eat that anytime I want". This goes on for different amounts of time, that first night it lasted about twenty minutes. When I started goofing-off with stuff like "I'm lucky to have a little bit bigger cock than you have, Jimmy". We know I'm really out of my sickness, my depressed state of mind. Thinking of these wonderful things in my life, over and above the bad things, makes it much harder to stay depressed. Of course, I know it's more the fact that I have someone who cares about me as much as Jimmy does that helps even more than listing the positive aspects of my life.

He finally said "All better?" and I said that I couldn't believe it, but I felt good. Jimmy said, "About the shitty haircut, Donny. Fuck, you're the master barber, right? You think of a solution". All of a sudden it was so obvious ...I said "Well yeah, sure. If the hair on the top is cut short like the short hair all around the sides and back it will blend in and just be a short hair cut. Not a goofy-looking boy's regular. Short hair is all the style at our college and it was at our old high school too for that matter, but it had to be a cool short style." Jimmy said "There you go bird brain why didn't you figure this out earlier?" I said "Duh, figure what out?"

I had the barber equipment here which I dug out of a box and then I showed Jimmy what to do. He couldn't screw it up because it's just a matter of putting a comb attachment on the clippers and running it through my hair. I was giving the instructions to Jimmy which isn't a submissive thing and maybe that's why I didn't get 'really' turned on from Jimmy cutting my hair like I thought I would. The whole thing took three minutes at the most. What I ended up with was a real short haircut, but one that wouldn't cause anyone to give a second look. There are probably 50 kids with the same type haircut at our college.

I was feeling up and a little randy because haircutting makes my dick tingly even if I don't get a full blown boner. I said "Thanks Jimmy, you saved the day again." He could see my mood getting bright and he wanted to keep it going so he said "Well, we got the barber stuff out and you still have never given me a haircut so how about it?" OK, I got the the #1 boner now, after hearing that...So I just shook my head yes and gestured to the kitchen stool that I'd sat on for Jimmy's barbering efforts. A nice grin from Jimmy because he was real glad we were back in happy ville!! This is our first night in our apartment.

I ask how he wanted it cut and he said "Exactly like your's Donny". That made me gulp and my boner was real hard now. I'd never seen Jimmy with hair anywhere near as short as mine. He really never showed any interest in hair style. Jimmy has always just gone along with whatever style was popular at the time. Obviously he was giving me support, which he does all the time, and he does it so well too. Be that as it may, I didn't leave him much of a chance to change his mind.

Without further ado I told him to take off his shirt and I started running the clippers with the one half inch comb attached up the side of his head. Jimmy has fabulous light brown hair with tons of body and a very slight wave to it. It looked good a half inch long too. He has a great shaped head and that is important for a haircut to look good. He's never had real long hair; well, at least since we've been sex fiends together. But because he went all summer without a haircut it looked like the longest hair on top of his head was about four inches long and being able to cut it real short is a rush for someone like me with a haircut fetish. Awesome.

I really don't know how I kept from blowing a load in my pants. It was a tremendous turn on for me. The thrill for me was starting from one side of his head and shearing off hair all the way across his head and watching the pile of hair cascade off his shoulder and down to settle in a heap on his lap; then immediately running the clipper through the next patch of long, shiny hair and almost magically it was just 1/2 inch bristles. Guys with a haircut fetish will know the incredible rush and those that don't, I imagine, will find it wicked boring and difficult to even believe.

It was just a lark from Jimmy's view point. "Jesus Christ look at all my hair! Damn!" He looked up at me at a break in the action and asked "Did you shoot off yet?" I told him "not yet" as he picked up a pile from his lap and let it slip through his fingers.

Of course, I'd told Jimmy about my haircut fetish months ago and he said I'd have to give him a haircut some time. I'd never taken him up on that because we had the wonderful sex together and that satisfied me better than a haircut could. The idea of combining the two didn't register until now, at Jimmy's suggestion..

I thought I was going to cum in my pants early on, but then I mellowed out and just enjoyed some pre cum drips and the vibrating boner. The haircut didn't take very long and wishing it could have lasted longer I, never the less, was shortly using the trimmer to outline around his ears and then it was done. My dick felt ready to explode, but I knew it wasn't spontaneously going to go off. Great feeling though to be right on the edge for 10 minutes or so. Cutting Jimmy's hair really turned me on big time!! WHAT A RUSH!!! Jimmy got a kick out of seeing me so 'hot' that my face was flushed.

He made a big fuss looking in the mirror about how much he loved his new look and I wondered how I could be so lucky to be with him. He was rubbing his head feeling the short bristles and looking even younger than normal. I looked in the same mirror to see if I looked younger too. I did look wicked young, we smiled at each other's reflection in the mirror. That was a ton of fun, but not just because of my fetish, it was so much fun because we'd done it together .......

A little later Jimmy asked "Would you mind dropping your boxers Donny so I can see how badly you're hurt?"

When I got them down Jimmy was disturbed seeing the bruises on my backside and thighs. I was pretty sure one of his concerns was wondering if he was going to be able to fuck me tonight. " That looks horrible! Does it hurt much?" I explained it really didn't hurt at all now, but it would look bruised for a week longer, at least. He squeezed my ass cheek a little to see if I was being honest about it not hurting. It really doesn't hurt at all I told him, it just felt normal now..... but he could feel free to keep squeezing my ass as long as he wanted. He looked at me a second and than pulled me into him and kissed the side of my face and held it for a while and said he missed me. I knew he wanted to say how bad he felt about what I have to go through sometimes with Scott,

but we just don't talk about that. I said I missed him too and I knew that everything is going to be fine for me now that he's here...

My pants were stilI down and because of the hug and kiss from Jimmy I had one of those semi-boners and Jimmy took hold of it and stroked it into a full five and a half inch pole-hard boner. It didn't take many strokes either. He increased the speed and tightness of his stroking and I cried out, "Jesus Christ, Jimmy, don't or I'll cum quick." "I don't think so cause I'm going to milk your balls, Donny, and then you'll last longer later on." He grabbed my nuts in one hand and squeezed lightly as he quickly stroked my boner with his other hand. When I was sure I'd shoot my load Jimmy would tighten his grip on my nuts and I saw a few stars. We'd discovered a long time ago that I got turned-on some with light nut crunching. Using that technique I could hardly believe how long he kept me on the edge of cuming. I was at the point of blowing spit sprays out between my teeth just ready to shoot off when he'd squeeze my nuts again and we'd start all over, but did it ever feel good.

He'd get me to the point where my balls had that wonderful pleasure/ache from Jimmy's squeezing and pulling on them...not cruelly, just teasing with that little "AH" at the end. I couldn't say anything after awhile, but I was making a lot of sounds and blowing saliva around like I mentioned earlier. I was also enjoying rubbing through Jimmy's short hair as he knelt in front of me busily tantalizing my boner and nuts. Jimmy bringing me to the edge of climaxing time after time and right after the haircutting turn-on... OMG, it had me hypnotized and in a dreamy state of mind ...moaning and dizzy, but in ecstasy too....

It couldn't last forever and when the cum started up it came on me real fast and I squealed out eeeeeeeeeee! and a burst of watery cum sprayed out of my cock followed by a long stream of creamy cum which lazily landed across Jimmy's bare shoulder and chest.

He kept milking my balls dry and I'm "ahhhh ohhhh ahhhhhh Oh Fuck!! Ahhh!!" I finally said "Please stop it's too sensitive." Jimmy let go and stood up and we hugged and kissed with Jimmy's bonner pointing up between us in his pants and my soft, tender cock hanging down between my naked thighs. My face was so flushed and if I had my wish I'd be in Jimmy's arms laying on our bed coming down slowly from the high I was on. But Jimmy had other ideas....

Jimmy wanted to try out that big old fashioned bathtub in our bathroom. Before that we crammed into the tiny shower together to wash off all the little hair clippings. The big old tub belonged to another era. This apartment was part of some rich peoples townhouse maybe 75 years ago or so. Each townhouse has been turned into four apartments so some of the apartments have the original bathroom and fixtures and some have new ones. Our unit had the original bathroom which is too big compared to how small our bedroom is, but nothing's perfect. The tiny shower was installed where a linen closet used to be. The big old tub took a lot of water and when we climbed in some water sloshed on the floor. Jimmy threw a towel down to sop it up...

I'd quickly gotten over my dreamy state and was in a fabulous mood now. Jimmy was sitting between my legs, leaning back against my chest with my lips against the back of his head. Boy do I love smelling his 'Jimmy' smell. He was telling me about the place they had at the Jersey shore and about this ultra cute younger kid that Jimmy spent a lot of time looking at on the beach every day. He never even talked to this kid, just looked. He said if I'd have been there I'd have found some way to be holding the kids hand in about an hour (the 'kid' was about 14 Jimmy thought). We made up a fantasy 3-way with that boy as #3 and this caused Jimmy, as we went along with that fantasy, to get a nice hard-on. My dick felt good, but wasn't ready for 'hard' quite yet. Jimmy and me were all about getting to that space we shared together at the end of high school. We'd been apart for over two months now.

After a half hour or so of talking and enjoying the water and enjoying feeling Jimmy's body again I said "Ya know Jimmy I'm more than 'in lust' with you, like you say I am..... I love you. I'm in love with you."

He said "Yeah, I know and I love you too." Unexpected comment from him, to say the least....but, I'm no moron, I knew there was no need to push him any further along this line. I was pretty much speechless anyhow, so saying something wasn't really an option. I also knew that Jimmy saying he loved me had a lot to do with him feeling very sorry for me because of the abuse I'd taken from Scott. It's just like Jimmy to do something wicked nice for me to help me get over a bad thing. I was glad he wasn't facing me though because I don't know if his eyes could put the "I love you" comment over convincingly. I just said "Thanks Jimmy. You know how much that means to me".

With the palm of my hand I'd been rubbing Jimmy's head from the front all the way across the top, slowly, for quite sometime when he finally adjusted the position of his head a little to lay on my shoulder so that the sides of our faces were touching. This led shortly to some kissing and my boner came back to the semi-hard stage. I couldn't stop looking at Jimmy's short haircut and I started to get that funny feeling in and around my stomach. Like a small electric buzzing and my dick felt tingly again. Jimmy's cock was very hard and I was rubbing on it from time to time while I rubbed his hair. When the water began to cool he said.."Pull the plug Donny. I just got an urge."

As we were getting out of the tub Jimmy put his hand on my chest so I'd sit on the edge of the tub and he bent down to put my dick in his mouth and sucked on me till I was very hard again. He licked all around my pubes and nuts. I got to rub more through his buzzed hair and I started to feel my balls come back into action although I wasn't quite ready to cum yet. Two or three minutes later Jimmy stood up and said "yum yum!"

We dried each other real well and made sure our crotch area was especially dry by doing them twice. Jimmy grabbed the lube and just inside our bedroom he put a little pressure on my bum hole and his finger went in up to the second knuckle. The thick wood door between our bedroom and the bathroom has a heavy-duty towel rack on both sides of it. When Jimmy's finger went in me I just reached over and grabbed the towel rack on the bedroom side for some balance. He was working the finger around and got it all the way up in me so I half turned away from Jimmy and held the towel rack with both hands, bending down to do it. Jimmy and I are the same height so my hole was level with his boner. Another finger was pushed in and I had to take in a deep breath and hold it. Jimmy appeared to be in a fast track frame of mind...can't say I blame him since the blow job I'd given him was now almost three hours old, as in...three hours ago.

"What do you think, Donny?" Jimmy asked after a bit more fingering and I said for him to do it. He positioned his boner and he pushed in and kept pushing in till he was all the way to the end of the line, his nuts bounced off my ass. He'd put a lot of lube in me and I could feel it squeezing out around his cock and slowly sliding down my ass cheeks. His cock really hurt my hole but not as much as it use to. Plus, I knew what reward was awaiting me for tolerating the ache...Jimmy said " Jesus Christ! This is unbelievably tight and fabulous...Oh God damn!!"

He didn't wait for me to push back like usual, but did two humps out and in which really hurt me. I knew he was very randy by now so I grunted and took it. After a longer time than I'd remembered being necessary the ache was softening some and so I did a tentative hump of my own and it felt pretty good. Jimmy grabbed my hips and fucked in and out of me quite a few times and my dick was twitching and bouncing against my stomach as I was holding onto the towel rack for dear life.

Jimmy switched to slow pumping for a long time and I could hear his quick short breaths....then he put both his hands flat on the top of my ass just below my hips and, going up on his toes, he put most of his weight on me and he pumped in and out of my hole like that 10 or 12 times. Back on his feet he grabbed both my shoulders and pulled me back into him as he humped me another 12 times or so...."Oh fuck this feels sooooo good" ...he said to himself. Then to me.. "I feel like I'm going to cum so I'm pulling out. How about getting on the bed laying your back..."

That empty feeling with my hole gaping open isn't one I like, but I took a second to get my own breathing under control then went over and laid on our bed with my ass hanging over the edge a little. Jimmy was leaning on one arm against the wall looking at me with a grin on his face, dimples and all. He said "Fun?" and I said "Ohhhh Yeah!" He waited two minutes or so and I was looking at his haircut again thinking I just gave him that haircut and I felt more shivers around my cock and groin in general. It all felt totally yummy!! The haircut was the last thing on Jimmy's mind. He walked over and I put my legs around his waist as he entered me again with a long sigh...I hooked my ankles together behind his back and squeezed Jimmy into me as much as I could. Getting fucked felt even better laying on my back.

Jimmy fucked me for a couple minutes while we looked in each other eyes and then he bent down and I put my arms around his neck kissing and licking until my face felt very hot and my vision shimmered from looked at him so close up. Jimmy face was perspiring and I licked at that...."auh auh auh auh auh" was the sound Jimmy made with each half hump in and out of me as we kissed and licked each other. I was beginning to feel cum working up my boner again and it was a fabulous feeling....

Jimmy pulled away from me a little, his face was very flushed and his eyes weren't focused on mine like they'd been earlier. He pushed me backwards onto the bed so he could climb up too. On his knees he pushed my legs down so my knees were on either side of my chest. This pulled my bum hole up in the air. Jimmy entered me and began fucking me straight down on my hole...pile driving until he squeaked out a sound and came to a stop. My cock was pointing at my face, hard on my stomach and I was just going to shoot off again except Jimmy stopped. Looking at me through slits in his eye lids he grinned with the dimples and said something I barely heard. I think it was, " How'd we last 2 mouths without doing this?"

He did some long strokes in and out and then he pulled his cock out again and holding his hard cock in his fist he repeatedly pushed just the swollen head of his rock hard cock in and outs of my tight ring... each penetration made Jimmy go "AH! AH! AH! AH ! I started bucking on the bed and making whimpering sounds.... Jimmy's eyes were closed tight. He did a few long strokes and rasped out that he couldn't hold back much longer, but he wanted to shoot his load in me doggy style.

Later he told me he'd fantasized all summer about fucking me in all our favorite positions during our very first fuck in our apartment. Me sitting on his lap with his cock up my hole and him stroking me off was not in the picture though because in that position neither one of us could possible stop to change positions...we both can't stop till we climax, which doesn't take long.

I struggled up on all fours and told him I was going to jerk off because the urge was on me something terrible. Jimmy said no, that he always got me off doing me doggy style. Without further ado, standing up on the bed, he bent his knees a bit and pushed his hot, dripping five and a half inch boner all the way in me. Then long leisurely strokes, taking deep wheezing breaths with each penetration, he lay down on my back with his arms wrapped tightly around me and humped three quarter length strokes as fast as he could... I went AHHHHHHHHHHHHH and shot two little patches of cum followed by some drooling drops.. he was right on my prostate gland so yeah, I got off all right, just like he said I would..felt fantastic too!!

It was more cum than I expected after Jimmy's earlier milking.

After I climaxed Jimmy pulled his body up, moved his legs beside mine so he was right on top of me, almost riding me, grabbed my hips and fucked me with fast full strokes..he began OHH OHH OHH and he was almost out of control as he pulled out a little too much and with a long OHHH FUUUUUUCK he first sprayed my ass cheeks with the watery stuff and then shot a long creamy string of cum up to the back of my head....grunting and rustling around he got his boner back in me and making a great deal of noise "ohhh" and "ahh ahh ahh" he shot the rest of his load inside me. He was hurting me by holding my hips too tight. When the shots were all fired he pulled me against his groin as tight as he could and rotated his hips to try for more friction... then humping me as his dick began to lose it's hard-on. "Holy Christ! Let's lay on the bed Donny" Jimmy's voice was weak and there was a lot of perspiration on his face now. I felt as weak as Jimmy sounded but at the same time I felt totally FANTASTIC.

We lay on our sides with his stomach against my back, Jimmy's cock was just firm enough for him to push it back inside me. That felt good too. Jimmy laying up against my back felt his own cum oozing down from my back onto his stomach and chest.. I told him I thought this was the wildest I'd ever seen him. He was raging horny and had given me the fuck of my life . Jimmy said that he really had felt extra horny and he got that way because the haircutting had gotten me so hot and bothered. It was contagious!

He also said that it was some kind of a chain reaction and everything combined had gotten him hotter than the sun. I said "Yeah, that plus the fact you haven't had any sex for almost 10 weeks." "Well, yeah that too".

Jimmy mumbled as he licked my neck some and we were still coming down a little, but breathing OK now. "You taste good and you smell just as good as you taste." He told me. I said "Hey, aren't those my lines, Jimmy?" "Yeah, but I wanted to beat you to them because I love the way you taste and the way you smell too?" I had that thought about the aliens again...Hmmmm Is this 'my' Jimmy?? I told him he is sounding more and more like me... which is a good thing. Then I added "There's a chance we can make a go of this room mate thing." And Jimmy said in between licks "Fucking A !" Whatever than means....

We were done with sex that first night, but we had baptized that place pretty good and in the process Jimmy managed to turn my depression into ecstasy. He's a clever boy....

Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com