Dylans Freshman Year

DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

Chapter 27

by Donny Mumford

Our nap after that magical sex wasn't long, about a half hour. Willie wakes upfirst; he gently shakes my shoulder until I wake uptoo. He's upbeat as all get out, he says, "Let's get dinner, then stroll down Duval Street again. It's so awesome here, isn't it? Just you and me." I yawn, then murmur, "Yeah, it great, but let's not go to that dance club again. I don't want to run into Marco and Dean." He says, "Don't worry your pretty head about where we go or don't go, leave that up to Willie." That third person stuff is cool coming from him; it makes me smile. Willie's already out of bed putting on the same panties he wore earlier today. I roll over and put my face in his pillow to inhale his aroma and I'll be damned if it doesn't get my dick to move. Reaching a hand to my ass, because it feels funny back there, I rub my fingers across my right buttocks; it's still damp with Willie's cum, and that makes me smile too. I'm use to that by now, and I like it; but I sure hope I don't get a rash 'cause I don't want to need to explain that to Robby. Ah, Robby! I'm excited to see him too, and I say that even though Willie's been spectacular for me; he's just what I needed and I didn't even know it until he asserted himself. Willie makes me feel good one way or another, all the time. It's strange, but playing the submissive role to this degree, the way I've been doing the past couple of days, accepting the reprimands and even the spankings from Willie, somehow heightens the erotic sensations when he fucks me. He learned a lot from that dick-head, Larry, but Larry never had the sweet under-tones to it all that Willie has. Still, Robby's voice is in my head too, and I picture his ultra-cuteface. I'm ready to face the music with him about my misbehavior with Willie, and when that's over we can get back to our regular life together. Willie's been awesome, but so is Robby. I'm so lucky like that. If only I can work out something so I'm able to keep both of them. Then, remembering the promise I made to myself, I correct that last thought to: "I hopeI'm able tokeep both of them untilthe end of the summer". To be honest about it though, I'm not as keen on that 'end of summer' commitment as I was when I first made the promise to myself. It's Willie's frequent fucking that has me rethinking things, I guess. God, I hate the thought of not having dates, sleep overs, and that sort of thing with Willie... and the trips to these fancy places too. Hmmm, it's definitely on my mind.

Willie's holding up my pair of panties, saying, "Let's go, get dressed." I jump out of bed and do just that, the thought of cleaning my cum-covered ass never enters my mind. I learn fast. As I dress I'm staring at Willie; who's a happy camper, smiling and whistling to himself. Damn, just looking at him gets my anus muscles contracting; he's really done a number on me, not that I'm complaining 'cause he has me in a constant state of sexual arousal. I feel nicely sexually satisfied, but at the same time I wouldn't argue if he wanted to do me again right now. It's been that kind of thing for three days now, not two. Anyway, like Willie said, we'll test our sexual limitations this summer; should be a blast! I put on the same clothes I wore this morning, which reminds me of the haircut I got earlier today. My hand goes up rubbing the short stubble on my head. It feels weird, but that's just because it's new. In time it'll seem perfectly normal. Willie will make sure I keep it like this, so I'll need to tell Robby a little white lie about me being the one who likes this kind of hair style, and not mention Willie at all. The lie I told Robby about me losing a bet was genius; that keeps Willie's name mostly out of it. I lost the bet, supposedly to Willie, so it's not that Willie ordered me to wear this hair style. Hmmm, yeah, that should work. I wonder how many lies I'll need to tell Willie after I'm with Robby for a while. It'll be a challenge keeping everything straight in my head, but it's worth the trouble if it means I get to keep both boyfriends. I'm in love with the way Willie is so dominant, it gave me chills a minute ago when he said for me to "notto worry my pretty head about anything". Meaning he'll make all the decisions for us. That'shot! Even though I say that, I still know in my heart it's Robby who I want to spend my life with, and I know that even as I'm embracing Willie's kind of dominant love right now. I'm in love, to varying degrees, with them both. Which means, for a while, I need to immerse myself in both of them. Okay, I feel like a turd thinking that, I know it's unfair to them both, but I need to experiment with this double life for a while longer, I just do. It'll work out the right way, I just know it will... somehow.

When we're ready to head out for the restaurant I hold out my hand for Willie to take it; he nods his head approvingly. Offwe go, hand in hand; feels good holding hands with my man, haha. This is fun. I don't give the handholding a negative thought now, I like it. Willie does something new, like holding my hand in public, until I get used to it, then we move on to something else. It's like he's training me to be the way he thinks I need to be. It gives be a stiff dick knowing he's doing that 'cause I love that dominant shit! He wants steak tonight so that's what he orders for both of us. Steak, medium rare, with baked potato and asparagus, which I'm not going to eat, although I don't bother to tell Willie that. First, French onion soup instead of an appetizer. We don't talk much while devouring our soup; it's delicious. Then the main course arrives. Willie looks at his steak, frowning, and says to the waitress, "Wait just a second, please." He cuts the steak on his plate, and says, "I thought so. This ismedium, not medium rare." The waitress makes a face, probably thinking, "This kid's a real ball buster," but she waits until Willie reaches over to cut my steak. He lets out an exasperated breath, then goes, "Kindly takes these plates away and have the chef cook two medium raresteaks for us. And, please don't reuse these same vegetables because they'll be cold by the time the steaks are cooked. I want everything fresh. Thank you." While this is going on, I'm staring at a plant on the other side of the restaurant, thinking, "AWKWARD!" The waitress taps her toe staring at Willie, then abruptly picks up our plates and stalks away. Within an instant,the entire incident is totally off Willie's radar. He says, as if nothing weird just happened, "I'm thinking we need a second pair of earrings to change off to. I love the earrings you chose, but what do you think about a second pair?" I'm still flustered at that uncomfortable situation with the waitress, but Willie's forgotten it already. How does he do that? I go, "Um, yeah, sure. That'd be nice, Willie. Thank you in advance." He goes, "Oh, and I need to get you something really nice too. You know, so you'll remember our trip here. Something a teeny bit on the expensive side. What should it be?" I go, "A car would be nice," and he laughs good heartedly. "Maybe not that expensive this time. What else?" I go, "I don't know, the earrings will always remind me of Key West." Then I add quickly, "And you too, Willie, of course." He goes, "We'll look for something tonight. It'll be fun. I love buying you things."

Willie telling me that he likes buying me stuff brings to mind that first FedExletter from his father advising Willie that he's lost the use of his AmExcard; lost everything actually. But that's apparently ancient history to Willie, as well; like the suicide attempt, which hemaybe doesn't believe ever happened. He's like that, except when it comes to me. He remembers everything we've ever done together, especially the times I acted like a brat, or was hurtful to him in some way. Now he's mentioning some of those instances and it's embarrassing for me hearing about them again. I counter with some of the things he's done to me that weren't so nice, like that time he punished me for getting my ear pierced, which is especially hypocritical now that we've got both our ears pierced. So it's a two-waystreet, except Willie waves his free hand at me when I recite anything he did wrong, as if those times don't count, or I deserved whatever it was he did. His other hand, by the way, is holding my hand on the table top like last night. When the waitress left, he'd wiggled his finger at me and right away I knew to get my hand over to his. Because he's the dominant boy in our relationship, Willie's hand is comfortably right in front of him, while I need to stretch my arm across the table to reach it. It's unpleasant leaning forward in my seat like this, but Willie's probably just making another point. I know my place pretty much now; little inconveniences like this are unimportant when compared to the big picture. It's fun being submissive like this; takes all the pressure off me. I just go along with Willie's program without much of a care in the world. The lips of my anus clench as I realize how deeply I've fallen under Willie's dominant spell. It's like a fantasy for a submissive boy like me, but I suppose only someone with a submissive inclination can appreciate that fact. I guess this really is my fetish, a submissive fetish... haha. It's sexually awesome to be able to wallow in my fetish like this, although I'm probably not going to be able to enjoy it back in the "real world". Here in Key West, with the perfect dominant partner, I intend to enjoyit to the max. And the sex! Oh my God, the sex is beyond hot. Still, I'm glad when the dinners come out 'cause Willie stops bringing up negative times, which actually is more like Willie lecturing me on my behavior than anything else... plus, when the dinners are served, Willie lets go of my hand and I can sit back in my chair for awhile.

Releasing my hand, Willie askspolitely for the waitress to stay again while he inspects both of our steaks. Naturally both steaks are the opposite of medium this time, they're very rare. The chef will show Willie who's boss, I guess. I hold my breath, staring hard at that same plant across the room, waiting for Willie to send these plates back too. Even Willie's ballsiness apparently has a limit though. He says, "These are rare, not medium rare, but we're hungry so we'll eat them, thank you." She has a smirk on her face, enjoying that she and the chef won the battle of wits with these twosnotty teens. Before she's very far away from the table, Willie says to me in a voice loud enough for her to hear, but not too loud to be obvious, "My father stays here a lot and has become friends with the general manager, I'll have him drop a line about this shoddy treatment we've received from our waitress and the chef." I go, "Huh?" The waitress stops and looks back at Willie with a scowl on her face, probably wondering what planet this kid is from. As for Willie, he's already put this entire affair behind him and he's enjoying his rare steak. I try a piece of rare steak and like it, maybe I'll order my meat rarefrom now on. Yum! The vegetables are good too. Love the butter and sour cream on the baked potato, and the asparagus are covered in a yellow sauce that's yummy too. The asparagus are almost crunchy, not gray and mushy and stringy like they were the last time I had them. I don't eat all of the asparagus, but the two I eat are okay because of the sauce. I use a piece of roll to dip the rest of the sauce off the asparagus. Willie sees me doing it and chuckles, then tells me it's hollandaise sauce. I'm good with that.

A busboy, a totally not cute one, clears the table when we're finished eating, then the same waitress comes back with an overly obsequious manner, which I interpret as sarcasm; but Willie seems pleased as he places our dessert order. When she leaves, he nods his head in her direction, saying, "Guess she's learned her place. Probably worried about losing her job." Willie interpreted her behavior as realizing her 'place',not sarcasm. Hmmm, that's interesting. Willie sees things as he wishes them to be, even when the evidence logically points to the contrary. I wonder what I should make out of that, I mean as far as he and I are concerned? But Willie's off on another tangent now, so I better pay attention. He's talking about the visits he'll be making to Merrimack College. He's excited about his plans to visit with me at least once a week. He adds, "But even better than that will be you staying with me weekends until the summer. During the summer we can be together almost all the time. There's a trip I need to make to Cornell for a few days, and I'll need to visit with the grandparents for a week, but most of the time I can be with you." I nod my head, hypnotized by his confidence. He doesn't ask my opinion, just tells me how it's going to be. He says, "You'll be able to manage without me for those couple of trips I need to make, won't you?" Willie chuckles while he asks that, as if poor me will pine away for him when he's not with me. Damn, I suppose this is as good a time as any to broach the subject of Robby. I start out really nervous, "Oh, about that Merrimack thing, um, ah, that is... oh man, I'm nervous about this Willie" He says, "Start from the beginning, baby," and reaches over to pat my hand... I regress in age as my dick moves in my pants. I go, "Okay, Willie. Um, I was talking to my boyfr, er, my 'other' boyfriend; you know, Robby Dickers?" Willie's looking at me with a funny expression on his face, then mumbles, "Yeah, I think I met him once. What about him?" I go, "Yeah, well, um, he and I have been tight for a long, long time and I just can't, no matter how much I'd like to, I can't be all yours... you know, I can't be... um, exclusively yours, or something, because... ah, um, Robby and I have been together a long time..." He says, "What's that? What can't you be?" I go, "Totally split-up with him. I can't because I don't want to hurt him. We've been..." Willie interrupts, "Yeah, you've been friends a long time, you said that already," and there's sternness in his voice big time, which should get me a little bit pissed-off, I guess, but it doesn't. I go, "Yes Willie, that's right, and it's why I can't just drop him. I love him too." Willie's face gets red, but the dessert is being served so he holds off until the waitress leaves. She says something to Willie, but neither Willie nor I are listening to her. Just as well, it was probably something sarcastic again. My heart's beating fast, Willie's face is red, and neither of us is saying anything.

After ten seconds Willie says, "Eat your pie," and puts a forkful of his in his mouth. I eat some key limepie too, thinking, "At least I got my feelings about Robby out in the open". After a minute or so, Willie's calmer, he asks, "So what exactly are you saying, Dylan?" I go, "Oh man, Willie, I'm pretty sure I've fallen back in love with you, but I still love Robby a lot,too. Love doesn't just turn off if a person falls in love with another." He says, "No, I guess it doesn't, but who do you love more, me or him?" I say, "You, Willie," and he nods, muttering, "Well that's the correct answer, at least." He eats more pie. Then he says, "This is the same damn thing that happened before. Is he the same one?" I go, "Uh huh," and Willie goes, "I'll be dammed. Okay, we worked it out then so we'll work it out again. See, I'm reasonable." Then he gestures with his fork at me, "We'll work it out as long as you continue to behave like you've done the last three days or so. You do that and I'll keep you, and even share you until you can get it straight in your head who you really need for a boyfriend. I think you know who that is already, but I guess it hasn't totally sunk inyet." Wow, this is going better than it did with Robby. I eagerly agree, "Oh yeah, I'll be the same as I've been the last couple of days, I like the way we've been, Willie," and to please him, I add, "I like being your boy." I can see he likes this as he nods his head with a sly grin on his lips. Then he says, "Okay, this Robby inconvenience will only delay our fully committed relationship. You'll make the right choice; I mean you came back to me pretty fast once we spent some time together, didn't you?" I excitedly say, "I sure did, Willie. I'd forgotten how awesome you are." I'm pumping his tires a little, but it's mostly because I'm so relieved he's accepted the idea that Robby's my boyfriend too. He says to me, seemingly very pleased with himself, "I could tell how nervous you were telling me this, but you don't need to be. You can come to me with whatever's on your mind, and we'll work something out most of the time. Occasionally I'll need to just say 'NO' to you, but usually I can compromise. You already know that. You werenervous, weren't you?" I say, "Very, but you've made me happy. You and me can still be boyfriends!" He scratches his cheek, thinking maybe, then says, "Ah, don't make a habit of extra-curricularactivities with other boys though. This Robby character and me are it, right?" I go, "Absolutely!" but what I mean is, he and Robby are absolutely my only boyfriends. I need a little wiggle room for buddy sex too. I mean, it's Willie who's got me so cranked-up about getting fucked; he did it to me.

We finish up. Willie's not in the good mood he was in before dinner, but he seems to be okay with things. Leaving the restaurant, his arm goes around my neck pulling my head over so he can kiss me on the cheek; my arm goes around his waist. What a load off my mind, bringing up Robby like I did. No way did I expect it would be this easy; I'll go into a little more details with Willie when we're on the plane. Finalize stuff, stuff likethe fact I won't be able to stay with him every single weekend, and that it would be rude to Robby if Willie came up to visit me every week. Hell, it's only a few weeks to the end of the semester, it's not like months or something. As for the summer, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I'm not proud of myself for telling half-liesand hedging on everything, and not being completely truthful with either Robby or Willie; not proud of myself at all, but I'm going to try to do better in the future. Be a better person. If only my sex drive will help me out here a little, lighten-up on me a little when I'm out from under Willie's dominant control. God, I'm only nineteen and it's so hard, at this age, to resist temptation from either one of them; no, it's more than hard, at the moment it's impossible. But I will get better, goddammit! I will set some goals and I will meet them. I'm committed to making the end of the summer my decision date. I need to be strong, be more mature, and I will be. At least I hope I can do what I say, for once. Then, in my head, I go into a lament about why did I come on this trip with Willie in the first place? It's been an awesome couple of days, and I am having a blast with this submissive stuff, but it's complicated my life significantly. Why did I go knowing what I know now, which is that I'm ridiculously helpless around Willie?I'd forgotten how it is with him. Why the hell couldn't I have left it that way, and just continue to not know what I'm missing? It's Willie, he forced himself on me and I helped him get the upper hand from the beginning of the trip by being so understanding about all his troubles. Oh fuck that! That's just a rationalization; be true to yourself, Dylan! You've never lied to yourself before, not knowingly. Admit you wanted to come on this trip with Willie, and that this mess is all your fault because you gave in to your submission fantasy. You knew how addictive Willie can be, yet you wanted an adventure, and now you've got yourself a fuckin' melodramatic one. It's true, I own this mess because I was instrumental in making it happen. Now I'm helplessly under Willie's spell because I'm weak when it comes to hot attractive dominant boys. I'll make the best of it in the short term, what else can I do? Then, at the end of the summer, I'll see what shakes out. I mean, does it make any sense being miserable now? Should I be a martyr by giving up Robby, or Willie? "No that's stupid," I tell myself, "gutit out and enjoy yourself."Somehow, thisfeels kind of like I've made a decision. After all, both Robby and Willie still want me to be their boyfriend, so how right would it be to drop one of them?But really, is this another Dylan's dilemma? My ass it is, I was new to gay sex back when I had this dilemma the first time; this time it's more of a fuck-up by enjoying this submissive fantasy of mine. Okay, it's settled, I'm going to try to work though this the best way I can for the three of us. Good to know I can still make some decisions myself without Willie's guidance.

We're walking and I'm wondering what Willie's silence means; is he working himself up, or calming himself down? I know to keep my mouth shut until Willie decides if he's pissed-off, or if he's going to get over it and enjoy our last night in Key West. Willie letsgo of me and lights cigarettes,handing me one, then he blows a few smoke rings and we start walking again but without holding hands, or touching at all. I keep looking over at him, but he's just looking straight ahead. Well, he's got us walking towards Duval Street anyway, so I take that as a good sign. When our cigarettes are smoked, Willie drops his butt in the gutter and I do the same. He looks at me, and says, "Why so quiet, Dylan?" I meekly reply, "Just waiting for you to say something, Willie. I didn't want to interrupt your thoughts." He says, "I like that, Dylan, get over next to me, baby," and when I do his arm goes around my neck, and I relax. This feels comfortable to me now. I put my arm around his waist again, smiling at him. "You're the cutest thing, Dylan," and he kisses my cheek, as I mumble, "Thanks, Willie." Okay, it looks like it's going to be fine. He says, "You know, you gave me ownership of your cock and balls earlier, do you remember?" I remember agreeing to that, but I assume it was just figuratively speaking. I say, "Yes, Willie, but it was, you know..." and I can't think of a good way to explain myself. Willie cuts me off anyhow, saying, "I was just wondering what equipment you're planning on using with your friend, whats-his-name. You can't use your dick 'cause I own it." I'm frowning, what the...? Then I realize he's just goofing around, so I say, "I don't know what to use. What do you suggest?" He shrugs, and goes, "Well, I'm going to be nice and let you use your dick for peeing, but if you want to use it for anything else you'll need to call me and ask if you can borrow it." I say, "Well, thanks, that's generous of you." He chuckles, then says, "Ya know what?" I ask, "What?" and he says, "You probably don't know it, but your boyfriend doesn't have a chance with you. You're already mine, you just don't fully realize it yet. I'll give you some time to come to your senses. How's that?" I say, "That'sfair, Willie. I'm a slow learner though." He's getting back to his upbeat demeanor, "You'll see that I'm right again." Hugging my neck extra tight, he adds, "We're going to have the best life together ever! You don't even know how happy you're going to be." He's very confident, and convincing too. It makes me search my brain to see if he's right, and he just might be. Except when I'm with him, I can't think straight!

We wanderdown Duval Street, all the way to the harbor. It's a long walk and we do it slowly. Then Willie remembers that he wants to buy us another set of earrings, "And that special present for you too, Dylan." I say, "The earrings are wonderful gifts, Willie. Those, plus my new hair style will remind me of you and our wonderful trip to Key West. My favorite trip of all time." He says, "Thanks, Dylan. Oh, and don't forget I want you wearing girliepanties too; that'll be another reminder of me. And I'll be reminding you in person too, of course." I let that slide for now and walk, holding Willie's hand, to the earring shop. Willie takes a long time looking at earrings, and finally decides none of these are good enough. The small gold hoop earrings I picked out are the most expensive this shop has to offer. Willie asks the sales clerk if he would recommend another shop that's "higher end", which makes me feel awkward again. Willie just comes out with whatever's on his mind no matter that it might hurt someone's feelings. The clerk is aware Willie bought the two sets of gold earrings yesterday so I guess that's why he doesn't take offense. He directs us to a jewelry shop three blocks away, and that's where we go. Same thing: Willie's arm around my neck and my arm around his waist, which is probably the way Willie will always want us to walk together. It's fine for Key West, but might be a problem for me when we're on the Merrimack campus. He says, "Do you see all the glances we're getting as we walk? That's because everyone is admiring my boyfriend's awesome good looks." I haven't noticed that to be honest; sometimes Willie sees what he wants to see. No harm in that I suppose. At the jewelry shop it's quickly obvious that Willie won't have any trouble spending a lot of money in here. He takes forever picking out what he wants. He has the clerk pull many items from the display case before settling on white gold, round cut, prong diamond onyx earrings, at four hundred dollars a pair. The square of black onyx is encased in 10k white gold and surrounded by .45 ct of diamonds. They're awesome except I can't imagine wearing them. Too much bling for me. The little gold hoops are as fancy as I need, but I'm not going to ruin Willie's excitement by telling him that.

The clerk is quite pleased with the sale, and asks, "Can I show you something else, sir?" Willie says to me, "I really like this shop, and to the clerk, he says, "Yes, I'd like to look at your wrist watch collection." The clerk leads us to another display case. Willie tells me, "This is going to be your special present, baby." I've given up trying to talk Willie out of anything so I just smile at him, exclaiming, "I'm excited, Willie." I'm wearing the sports watch he bought for me last year and it's plenty special, except I did say I would just wear it on this trip. Picking out the right watch takes a long time too. He keeps asking me to choose one of the watches, but every time I pick one he decides he doesn't like it for one reason or another. After what seems like "forever", he settles on a Zodiac 'Super Sea World' with a round face. "I love the name, don't you, baby?" I go, "Yeah, it's cool, Super Sea World... heh heh." I have no idea what it even means, but the watch is cool looking fer sure. "Excellent choice, sir. You have a good taste," says the clerk. Willie looks smug, as the clerk explains, "This watch has a matte-finish stainless steel body encasing a cleanly styled watch designed with a rotating bezel." I'm thinking, "What?" The clerk goes on, "It has luminous markers and a high water-resistance that's suitable for scuba diving. The smooth rubber strap provides a breathable finish." Rubber? I thought it was leather; it looks like leather. Willie goes, "Wow, you can swim in this watch, Dylan," and I go, "Holy Cow." My eyes are still glazed over from the clerk's description of the watch; very little of what he said made sense to me, but I understand about the swimming part, although why would someone want to wear a watch in the swimming pool? The price tag attached to the watch reads, $795. "This is perfect," says Willie, "Do you have another one. The clerk checks his computer, then says, "You're in luck, we've got one more in the back." Willie goes, "I'll take both." He's beaming almost as much as the clerk, who obviously works on commission. As we wait, I go into my "thank you" routine, with Willie eating it all up. He hugs me, saying, "I love to do things for you, Dylan. I love you beyond words." It's touching, it really is and I kiss him saying, "You're one of a kind, Willie, I love you too. Thank you." And I do love him, but not like I love Robby. And, of course, Willie isn't buying this stuff with his money; it's not his yet, anyway. I guess it will be his someday though.

It takes the clerk a long time to put the watch into itsfancy box, and the same for the earrings. Expensive stuff always has a fancy, cool box for the buyer to carry it home in. The wooden box probably cost more than the watch I was wearing before switching to this sport watch. I really do like this new watch Willie's chosen; it's the matte finish plus there's a gray and black trim with tangerine colored numbers around the clock's face and on the handsthat looks so cool. The earrings are cool too, but like I said, I'd feel wicked self-consciouswearing them anywhere, and the guys would rag on me unmercifully,too. But I can tell everybody I bought the watch, they'll have no idea how much it cost. If I didn't see the price tag I'd never think it cost that much either. Outside, Willie hands me the bag of goodies, saying, "Carry this for me, will ya, baby?" I take it and Willie tells me that all this shopping has made him hungry for another dessert, maybe another piece of key lime pie. We begin looking for a restaurant with outside seating and when we find one Willie likes, he treats his sweet tooth to another slice of key lime pie, plus a cup of cappuccino. I stick with a cup of decaf coffee. After two bites of pie, Willie says, "This pie is off," whatever that means. He eats the whole thing anyway, so it couldn't have been that bad. Willie burps, complaining, "Damn, that was bad!" I ask, "Why'd ya eat it then?" He goes, "Because I kept thinking it should be good; I love key lime pie." I go, "Me too, but I'm not hungry, that was a great dinner we had tonight, after the, you know... the screw-up with our first steaks." Willie ignores that, and throws a twenty dollar bill on the table, mumbling, "Let's get outta here. I don't feel good." I light a cigarette, asking, "Want a cigarette, Willie?" He shakes his head, saying, "God, no! And I don't want to smell one either. Put that fucking thing out!" I flick my whole cigarette towards the curb, but it goes sideways off Willie's arm. "Jesus Christ!" he mutters, but that's the extent of it. His face is very pale. What the hell?

We start walking side by side, without holding hands. After two blocks Willie flags down a cab, and we ride back in silence. "Pay the guy, Dylan?" Willie mumbles, getting out of the cab at the Reach Resort. As I'm paying the cabbie, Willie says, "I gotta go to the bathroom," and he trots off towards the front door. Maybe it's food poisoning, probably from the pie. Some kind of dairy thing, I'll bet. In our suite there's no sign of Willie so I go back out into the hall, and here comes Willie, white as a ghost. He mutters, "I couldn't make it to our room, so I used the lobby's bathroom. I have diarrhea." I say, "I'm so sorry, Willie." Still muttering, he says, "That fuckin' pie. I'm going to sue the bastards. My stomach is cramping and I feel hot." I put the palm of my hand on his forehead and he does seem to have a fever. I say, "Get in bed, Willie; I'll call the desk and see if they can recommend a doctor." The man at the desk gives me a number for a nurse practitioner. I call her and get her answering service, so I leave a message describing Willie's illness and the Reach Resort's phone number, which I'm sure she already has, plus our suite number. While I'm doing that Willie getsin bed with only his panties on. I quietly tell him what I did, and he says, "I'm going to throw-up," as he's getting out of bed. He runs to the bathroom and vomits in the toilet. This trip has come full circle; he was drunk and throwing up onour first night in Key West, and now he's sick and throwing up onour last night. Swell!

I go into the bathroom and flush the toilet. Willie's sitting on the floor moaning. Wetting a clean washcloth,I wipe his mouth and chin, then help him back to bed. He's really sick. "Can I get you anything?" I ask, and he says, "Tylenol." Not being sure if that's the right thing to give him, I ask, "You sure?" He says, "No, maybe not; we'll wait for the nurse." I stay with him for a few minutes, then mumble, "I'll be on the balcony; I'll leave the door open. Just call me if you need me." It's unnerving not knowing what I should be doing to help him. It's also frustrating. Well, at least we did have three and a half awesome days here. That's fifty percent of our stay. What a whirlwind week it's been. I try getting my glow back by thinking about the awesome parts of our trip, but with Willie throwing upand crapping diarrhea, it's not happening for me right now. I'm on my second cigarette when I feel drops of rain, then a downpour. Of course it'll rain, just like it did our first night here. For the second time this trip, I think, "This is 'Groundhog Day' all over again!"Coming in out of the rain I hear Willie say, "Help me to the toilet, Dylan; I gotta go again." This is fun... not!I walk him to the bathroom and pull down his panties, gawking at his fantastic cock for a second, imagining it up my ass, then get Willie onto the toilet just as the phone rings. It's the nurse. I tell her again what's up, including the key lime pie and cappuccino. She says, "Most likely staphylococcus aureus. It'll last a day or two." I go, "That's what I thought it might be," without a clue as to what she said. Anyway, she's coming over; the charge for the visit will be added to our resort bill. If this thing Willie has is going to last one to two days it's going be a no-fun ride home on the plane.

After getting Willie back to bed, I wash my hands while looking at myself in the mirror. I'm fine with my new haircut by now, and my earrings look so cool. Nice tan too. I give myself my best smile, liking the reflection I see of myself. Not that I'm stuck on myself, it's just that I'm happy with how I look. And, after all, I do have two boyfriends, so they must be happy with how I look,too. That's something that I got going,me. Now, if only Willie wasn't sick we could be testing the limits of our sex drives. Ha ha. I tell myself to get real and then head back to the bedroom to check on Willie. He's still scarily pale and when I feel his forehead it's now quite hot. He mumbles, "I feel terrible, Dylan. Will you lay beside me?" I get on the bed and put my arm across his chest, waiting for the nurse. She takes her sweet old time getting here, and in the meantime I need to help Willie to the bathroom twice; once for each disgusting thing. This sucks! It sucks more for Willie of course, but it sucks for me too. Then there's a knock at the door. The nurse isn't a woman. He's a young man who introduces himself as "Nurse Ned Nielsen." Alliteration alert! I go, "Oh, hi, I'm Dylan Newman and my sick boyfriend is Willie Worthington. I thought I spoke to a woman on the phone." He says, "You did, that's my associate." He walks over to Willie, while telling me, "He needs lots of liquids, but not with a lot of sugar. Watered-down Gatorade is good, for example." He talks with Willie quietly, while taking his temperature. This guy could easily be a male model. Very handsome in a macho way, not my type although he's isn't a lot older than me; maybe five years or so. He's shorter than me, but with a nice build. I watch Willie scrutinizing his nurse as the guy talks to him, and it makes me smile. Sick as Willie is, he still recognizes a good looking guy.

Willie's temperature is an even 100 degrees. The nurse asks me to get a glass of water and when I do Willie takes a couple of Tylenol for the fever, so now I'll know what to take if I ever get food poisoning. The nurse gives Willie something to slow up the diarrhea and tells him to drink plenty of clear liquids, but not to eat any solid food until he's completely done with vomiting and the other thing. "It'll most likely last one day, or into the second day at most. If it goes on longer than that, get yourself to the hospital." Well, the good looking nurse didn't do much more than I could have done, except give us peace of mind that Willie's distress won't last long. He leaves and I help Willie slowly drink a full glass of water. By the time I'm undressed for bed, he needs to go to the bathroom again, but no vomiting this time so that's probably a good sign. Willie's not talking, just moaning and bitching. I'm good with that. In bed I hug him, wishing he weren't sick so we could mess around. He falls asleep eventually and I apparently did too because Willie's shaking me awake at two o'clock in the morning; he needs to go to the bathroom again. Fun! Luckily for both of us he doesn't need to go again until seven o'clock in the morning, and he's able to managethat himself. He's still weak and ill-looking though. No piss and vinegar from my man now, and I miss that already. My anus is itching to be fucked, but no way is Willie gonna be able to help me with that. Damn! Well, I might as well get used to it because I probably won't see Willie again for at least a week. Our plane is taking off at eleven so I need to get us moving pretty soon; just need a little more sleep. I call the desk for a nine o'clock wake-up and then hug Willie as we both get ready to go back to sleep. He mumbles, "Thanks, Dylan, this feels nice."

The phone's trilling wakes me. I pick-up the phone next to our bed, and say, "Thanks for the wake-up call", but it's not a person. Just an artificial machine voice, "You're wake-up call, Mr. Worthington." The room's in Willie's name obviously. We get up and both use the toilet, then step into the shower for a quick clean-up. Willie's very little help, but we make it through. I help dry him, then he sits naked on the toilet seat, with the lid closed for once, and I blow-dry his flattop, brushing the hairs back. It looks good when I'm finished. He mumbles, "Thanks, Dylan," then takes a big breath like he's exhausted, and weakly says, "Pick out a couple pairs of my used panties for us to wear home." I do that and help him into his, then step into the pair Willie wore two days ago. Wearing Willie's underwear gives me a semi-boner; damn, I wish Willie could give me a quickie. Guess it's finally not the number one thing on his mind.

Dressed, I pack both our bags because Willie says he's too sick to do much of anything, and he's still not even dressed. When he's finally ready, we go down to the desk to check out. Willie gives them his American Express credit card and then just signs for whatever is owed on the room. He doesn't even look at the bill, just crumbles it up and shoves it in a pocket of his suitcase. The man at the desk is ordering us a cab; it'll be twenty minutes, so I ask Willie, "Can you eat anything?" He shakes his head 'no', weakly saying, "I need something to drink though,". I suggest, "How about an iced tea?" Willie shakes his head "yes" and I add, "Not too much sugar though, the nurse said to go easy on sugar until you're recovered." A shrug from Willie, so I lead him outside to the snack bar and order an iced tea for the sick lad and a vanilla milkshake and a hotdog for myself. A strange breakfast, but what the hell. Looking at the beach and ocean makes me wish Willie hadn't gotten sick and we had one more day here, or longer even. My anus chinches again just thinking of us two horny boys yesterday; well, the last few days actually. Oh man, but what are ya gonna do? I'm really looking forward to Robby now. Yeah, that's the ticket, think about tonight.

After Willie drinks his tea and I eat my odd breakfast, I grab our luggage and hump it out to the front of the resort. I want a cigarette, but last night Willie said he didn't want to smell the smoke, so I pass on that urge. Two minutes later our cab arrives and we get to the airport without anything weird happening. I was afraid all the bad stuff we ran into coming down here would begin happening again. Willie goes in the restroom as soon as we're inside the airport. He's out in three minutes, mumbling, "Not much, just some watery diarrhea,"which is too much information for me, but I mutter, "That's good, Willie." We go through security without a hitch and check in at the airline. I want to be sure our seats are what we think they are, and then check our bags so I don't need to hassle with them and Willie. The lady at the desk confirms our seats. Excellent! It's just as if we're regular travelers, no annoying surprises. We have two first class seats, right next to each other. Willie nods his head when I inform him of this, and then plops himself down on the nearest seat to wait. Man, this is so unlike the Willie I knew twenty-four hours ago. After a few seconds, he goes, "Um, Dylan, I forgot to arrange a ride from the airport. Could you get someone to pick us up?" I go, "Yeah, I guess. I'll go over the other side to that empty area and make some calls. It's noisy here." "Whatever," is his low reply, so I take my cell phone out, wondering who to call. Can't call Robby or Chubby because they don't like Willie, and I don't need that complication. Hmmm, I know a couple of guys from college who live in Natick, which is one town over from where I live, and Willie's place is on the way from the airport to my place. Yeah, except I don't know what Willie might say... he'll probably call be "baby" or "sweetheart", or god forbid, his "boyfriend". Robby and I aren't 'out' to a lot of guys at college yet, and Robby would be pissed if the word spread. Robby and I are usually together, so our classmates might add one and one. Hmmm? Well, Dodger's usually available and he knows the score; I'll ask him.

Dodger answers right away, "Dylan! You've seen the light, haven't you? You're going to drop Robby, and I'm there for ya, dude. Between the two of us we'll let him down easy, and then you and I can take a little ride in my pickup and I'll take care of you like Robby never could." I say, "Put down the crack pipe, and listen to me. Robby takes care of me awesomely, dude, and anyway I just spent a week with my old boyfriend who tried his best to substitute for Robby, and while failing miserably, he did pretty good. So I must decline your kind invitation; decline most of it, anyway. Just the ride in your pickup is the part I need; the ride part only. We're flying back from Key West, but our ride crapped outfrom the airport to home, so would you meet us?" Dodger's like, "Well, what's in it for me?" I say, "I'll give you twenty bucks." He says, "Swell, you're going to cover some of the cost of the gas and tolls. That's big of you, but what else ya got?" I say, "How 'bout a big hug?" He goes, "And?" I say, "You really don't have the "friendship" concept down, do ya? Friends help out their friends. You should be glad I called you, fer chrissakes." He says, "Well, friend, I need a haircut, so you can do that for me, as a friend." Oh god, me alone with Dodger has not worked out too good in the past, but I need the ride. "Okay, sure. When you want the haircut, just call me." He goes, "You're getting closer." I moan, "Oh, please, not today, Dodger! I'm just getting back from spring break; I've got a lot of things to do." He says, "Yeah, and one of those things is cutting my hair today. So, give me the fuckin' flight information and I'll be there. See, isn't this easy?" He's got that infectious, cute way of talking; like everything makes him chuckle. Talk about upbeat, Dodger's always happy and upbeat, and he's got boundless energy too. I try one more thing, "Why don't you bring your boyfriend, with you." I figure I'd have a better chance of escaping with my ass intactif Vinnie's with him. Too late I remember the three-way with those two the last time it was just the three of us. Dodger goes, "Oh, I see, you want Vinnie and me to do you up right again. Is that it?" I go, "That would be a loud, 'NO!' Just the opposite." Dodger goes, "We'll Vinnie's not available this afternoon anyway, so I'll see you soon, by my lonesome, heh heh; you hot shit." Then I think, "Okay, I forgot that mom won't have left for work by the time I get home. I won't actually be taking much of a chance giving Dodger a haircut now that I think about it because the last text I sent mom giving her my flight information; she texted me back indicating she won't leave for work until I get home. I'll surprise Dodger with that news when we get to my condo. I haven't seen mom very much since going away to college and we're both looking forward to saying "hello" again. There is not gonna be any fucking in the basement with mom upstairs, I can assure you of that... haha. Dodger's gonna be pissed. Hope mom likes my two earrings and my new haircut. I'm just a little self conscious about that, especially the haircut. No worries though, she'll tell me I look great; she always says that no matter what.

I give Dodger the flight information, chuckling to myself. He's such an original, he always makes me laugh. Ya gotta love the kid. He's almost two years younger than me in age, but that's about all he's younger than me in. Hanging up, I see Willie still moping by himself, and decide I'll leave him in his misery; what else can I do for him? I wander to one of the over-priced gift shops and spot a cool baseball cap with "KEY WEST" embroidered on the front. I need a present for Robby, so I buy the hat for twenty-five dollars. I've hardly spent any of the money I brought with me, so I can afford it. Instead of carryingthe hat, I have the salesclerk cut off the price tag and put the thing on. Then I hear our flight being announced and as first class passengers we'll be boarding first. I guess they do it this way to make all the coach customers feel inferior. I like it because we get to watch the parade of unfortunates troop past us towards their lowly seats in back, as we sip our complimentary beverages. Well, I've never flown first class, but that's the way Willie described it to me. Walking back to Willie, I ask, "How ya feeling, Willie?" and he groans, "Not good. Was that our plane they announced?" "Yeah, it is. Let's board." He sees my hat, and weakly says, "Cool hat, I wish you bought one for me," sounding pathetic. Damn, I should have thought to buy him one too; especially after all he's paid for on this trip. I say, "No problem, I'll run back and get one for you too," and he goes, "Yeah? Thanks, Dylan." It takes only a couple of minutes and I get back just in time, as Willie and I are the last of the first class passengers to board. Willie puts the hat on, giving me a weak grin, and as the lady scans our tickets, I look at Willie closely, thinking, "Poor Willie, he isn't looking too healthy." He's very pale and beat-up looking. The body can be so cruel when it's treated badly, like with food poisoning or drinking too much booze; the body gets itsrevenge. Glad I feel so good, and I look good too; or do I feel this way about myself because Willie's been complimenting me so much? Christ, I don't know if I'm coming or going after being so well fucked the last three days or so. Never experienced anything like that before; almost continuous fucking, and now it's like I need it. I can't wait until Robby takes over. Willie really did a number on me and I loved it, and then he has to get sick with food poisoning and ruin our last day. Oh well, Robby will probably do me up good, and I need that right now. It's crazy to be so sexually turned-on... and it's awesome too! As I look at Willie again, I gotta admit that while it's over for now with him and me, for the time being anyway, I'm kind of anxious about having a sexy time with him again real soon. That thought makes me grab my dick, as the urge to be fucked comes over me. Chuckling, I tell myself, "Willie really won you over this time. Maybe he can come up to Merrimack next week." Then I think, "That's so stupid of you, Dylan! Robby's your main boyfriend! Yeah, it's a different feeling when Robby does it, he fucks me really good too, and I'll bet he's really going to go at it tonight. Ha ha, that'll be great! I can hardly wait.

Sixteen of us are boardingthe first class seats;Willie and me are last in line. When everyone's seated, the cabin attendant gets all of us drinks. I'm looking around for a good looking boy to gawk at, but mostly I see people my mom's age. Willie's sitting in the window seat and I'm on the aisle; first class has only two seats per row on our side of the plane. I've got a good seat, it's the perfect spot to give a glance at everyone passing by. I'm hoping to see a hot boy in my age range that I can fantasize about during the flight; fantasizing that he's giving my pussy a hard fucking. Jesus, that's hot! Willie's done a hell of a job on me. I remember the ball crunching he did when he caught me looking at those cute boys yesterday in the ocean so I need to be careful he doesn't catch me gawking at the first cute teenager who walks past us. The people keep coming and coming, but nothing of interest. They must be packed in like sardines back there. Only with Willie do I get a chance to sit in first class seating of course. But geez, how can there be this many people on a plane without a gem to ogle over? Then my mind drifts to Dodger; I wonder what he'll think of me getting both my ears pierced, and my uber-short haircut? As I mentioned about ten times, I'm a little self-conscious about those things now that I'm going back to the 'real world'. And then I remember that Dodger has a wicked haircut fetish. He's going to want this same haircut himself, which makes me laugh out loud 'cause that little ball of trouble is so predictable when it comes to haircutting. I just know he'll want this haircut... hahaha. Willie mumbles, "What are you laughing at, Dylan?" I say, "Didn't you see the outfit on that older guy when he went by?" He goes, "No, I was dozing. Give me a hug, Dylan, I really feel bad." I hug him the best I can sitting next to him, them kiss his cheek, and say, "I'm so sorry you're sick, Willie. Um. I love you." He quietly mutters, "I know you love me and I knew you'd feel that way before the end of our trip; I knew it before our trip even began." That puzzles me, and me hugging and kissing Willie just now has attracted attention from some of the passengers, but I don't even care. I would never have done that before, but I didn't give a thought to being openly affectionate in front of these strangers, just did it... more of Willie's influence on me. Then I ask, "How'd ya know I'd fall in love with you again?" He says, "I'll tell you later, I can't talk much now 'cause I'm friggin' sick, remember?" and he's managed to get some sternness in his voice. My dick buzzes at that sound, then I spend some time reminiscing about our sex together. My dick gets hard and I squirm in the seat adjusting myself. Willie opens his eyes, and says, "You need to listen to me for a minute... I've been thinking about this for the last couple of minutes. I'll tell you what I've been thinking, and then no more talking; just get me home." I go, "Sure thing. What is it you want to tell me?" Using a authoritative voice, he says, "I'll call you when I'm better and tell you what we're going to do from here on out. I don't want you pestering me though; just wait for my call. And, remember yourpromise to be like you've been the last few days; that's the Dylan that Willie want as his boyfriend." Then he lifts his head off the seat and looks at me, asking, "You want to be my good boy, right?" I know he means I need to stay as submissive to him as I've been for three days now, but what else is involved in being his good boy? I'm not at all sure, but I say, "Yeah sure, I remember." Then as if he read my mind, he lays his head back down, muttering, "You've got a lot to learn about being a good boy for me, don't ya? Andy fell short, but I feelsure that you'llunderstand what I expect from my boyfriend. Anyway, we'll get into more details later, just wait for my call; for now, I'm too fuckin' sick to go into it." Then he mumbles, seemingly to himself, "I had you exactly where I wanted you, and then I get this goddamm food poisoning. No matter, we've made good progress." He closes his eyes for a minute, and I try to figure out what he's talking about. Then he picks his head up again, and says, "I love you, don't forget that. And of course I only want what's best for you. I'm positive I know what that is, and I think you do too. Please order me a bottle of water when that guy comes by again." He's always polite, even when being stern with me. I almost hold his hand, but don't. The thought to hold his hand has me grinning to myself, as I realize, "Damn, he's got me well trained. He's something!" and for some reason I don't think that's a bad thing, because I'm learning what he expects, the little things, making everything go smoother.

I'm not sure what all this means, but I feel pretty good about our trip anyway. Willie doesn't want to talk at the moment, so we'll sort it all out later. I'll get clarification about things when we go on our next date; avoid the spankings, ya know? Haha! It's been a hell of a ride though... all that sex! Then I think, "Hey, maybe I should be pissed-off at what he's inferring with that 'be his good boy' stuff."Of course, the sound of that gives me that little boy feeling again; it's so weird, but still it has me taking a deep breath and sneaking a squeeze on my cock. He said he has me where he wants me? I don't like the sound of that, and I'm not sure at all what he means either, but it sure sounds dominant. Oh hell, it's been fun living this fantasy to the fullest, although nobody has anybody 'where they want them', like he just said. He's maybe overestimating how far I'm willing to take our role playing. I mean, it's fun in spurts, but I've got a whole other life that's awesome too. Willie and I are just a cool gay couple; the coolest in Key West according to him. Sure, that's fine for Key West where it was fun to accommodate my submissive fetish, but not necessarily back in the real world. I've been very submissive to him, but he made it sound so ominous a minute ago. Oh fuck it, he's probably a little delirious with that food poisoning thing. Glad I didn't try that key lime pie. It's been an awesome three days and that's what I'll think about for awhile. Obviously things will be different now, certainly different then they were in Key West. Key West is one thing, and being on some future adventure with him can be just as good, but back home it's a return to the normal life for both of us. I'm not going to worry anymore about this because Willie sees things the way he wants things to be even though that's not always reality. The trip's over and I'm thinking ahead now; the first thing on the agenda is for Dodger and me to get Willie home. ThenI'm going to have some fun with Dodger's haircut fetish; probably the silliest fetish I've ever heard of,by the way. That is unless the honor for silliest fetish goes to me for my submissive one... hee hee. I just know Dodger's gonna want the same kind of short hair style Willie made me get. That's my prediction, and then Robby will probably want it too and it'll spread from there. Now that I think about it Willie started that whole flattop fad when he and me went to that barbershop near an Army post during our trip to Sea Isle city a couple of years ago. What a disaster that haircut was! I should have remembered that last night at dinner when he was reciting my screw-ups. Of course, the flattop fashion flourished for a while; first Robby wanted a flattop too, and it became our hair style of choice for a year or so. Willie, the trend setter.

Before the plane takes off, the cabin attendant comes by collecting empty cups and I ask for Willie's water even though he's asleep again. Probably that's best all the way around. I busy myself reading the airline's magazine chuckling at the over-priced things they have for sale. Half way home,Willie wakes up and is a little more cheerful than earlier. He drinks his water, then slides by me to use the plane's tiny rest room. "Not much came out, " he tells me when he gets back. I mumble, "Guess you're over the worst of it." He squeezes my cheek as he slides past me to his seat, saying, "You're so cute! I've got the cutest boyfriend ever." I smile, happy he's not so gruff now. The flight is uneventful, but we experience a bumpy landing. Then we're safely on the ground at Logan airport. As we're unbuckling our seat belts, Willie asks, "Who did you get to meet us?" I go, "Um, it's Dodger Dickers; he has a pickup, but the front seat is a wide bench-type seat so there's plenty of room for three." Willie didn't recognize the last name, so that's good. Maybe he'd be pissed that my boyfriend's brother is picking us up. Best not to mention it. I checked our bags at the Key West airport so we need to go down to the luggage pick-up and that's where I find Dodger. Oh my God, I forgot how hot he is. During the past year Dodger's grown slightly taller than Robby, and Robby's a half inch taller than me. I remember the day I first met Dodger; he was Chubby's height then. Guess I can't call him Robby's "little" brother anymore.

Dodger gives me a big hello and a bigger smile; then a hug. He's such a good kid. Of course he looks just like Robby, except he has light brown hair and bright brown eyes, instead of blond and blue for Robby. They're both beautiful if you ask me. I see Willie's eyes open wide when he gets a look at Dodger. These two met a long time ago at the movies, but neither of them remembers. I introduce them to each other, thinking, "I wish Willie wasn't so beat-up looking from being sick". You know, show Willie off a little. Dodger doesn't pay Willie much attention, although Willie keeps staring at him with half a grin on his lips. "Forget about it, Willie!"is what I'm thinking in my head. I feel protective of Dodger 'cause he's just a big kid. Willie interrupts what Dodger's excitedly telling me, to ask, "Are you old enough to drive?" I think he's trying to get in the conversation, or be funny. Dodger says, in a made-up little boy's voice, "I'm getting my learner's permit next month and then I'll be a big boy and get my license." Willie frowns, looking annoyed, then mutters, "That thing about you being old enough to drive was a joke, kid," then to me, "There's my bag coming around on the conveyer thing." I go over and get it, with Dodger by my side, whispering, "Is he an invalid, Dylan?" I say, "Nah, he's got food poisoning and he's wicked sick." He goes, "Oh okay, I thought maybe he's just an asshole, guess being sick explains part of it." He's wrestling Willie's bag out of my hand, saying. "I'll get it for you, Dylan." The 'KEY WEST' hat I bought for Robby comes off my head in the struggle and Dodger's spellbound and speechless looking at my haircut. Then he goes, "That's fuckin' awesome, dude. Dylan, you are too cool for school! I want that haircut," and he's groping himself which gets me laughing. He's get's sexually aroused by short haircuts, if you can believe that! Oh my God, it's funny. I say, "Okay, okay... cool it! I can do the same one for you, although I can't use a straight razor. The trimmers do basically the same job a razor does anyway, so it's all good." He's like, "Ooooh, am I glad you called me to get you at the airport; this rocks!" Then, there's my bag slowly coming towards us; I grab it and Dodger takes it too, giving me a killer smile that makes me want to kiss him. He's so cute. I can't wait to see his cute brother too!

Putting my hat back on, we walk over to Willie and I say, "We're all set, Willie", and then I ask Dodger, "Where'd ya park the pickup?" He says, "Oh, I got a good spot. Follow me, " and out he goes rolling our luggage behind him. Dodger parked his pickup right across the street, in a handicap parking spot. He says, "You can always find a parking spot in the handicapped area," and he says it like it's the most normal thing in the world. After stowing our luggage behind the front seat, Dodger says, "Okay, boys, let's get going." Willie give me a look, like: "Is this kid for real?" I smile at Willie, saying cheerfully, "Convenient, huh?" Willie mutters, "I guess," then, "You sit in the middle, Dylan... that kid scares me." He's kidding of course; I mean the part about Dodger scaring him, not about me sitting in the middle. If he's not driving, Willie always wants the shotgun seat. I climb in, followed by Willie, and off we go. It was quite a convenient parking spot, actually. Heh heh, only Dodger has the balls for that, but I've noticed myself that there's always empty handicap spots everywhere I go; guess they overestimatedthe need. Not that I'm against handicap parking, 'cause I'm not at all... I never park in them. Willie's quiet on the ride to his house, with me giving Dodger directions. Dodger's telling me the local news in between taking directions... he's always into everyone's business. He tells me that Robby's at Merrimack for baseball reasons, and Chubby's there for Sam reasons. Chubby had a fight with his local girlfriend, Mary Jo, but he's back on okay terms with Samantha, although that's petering-out quickly. End of this semester is the end of Samantha, according to what Dodger tells me; how he knows this is anybody's guess. I hope he's right 'cause I don't like her. Chubby claims the only reason I don't like her is because she doesn't like me, but that's bull doody. She's a stuck-up snob, is what she is. And not that great looking either; not nearly good enough for Chubby.

Dodger tells me the latest about Vinnie without actually divulging that he's his boyfriend and that's because Willie's with us. Dodger says Robby's been texting Connor and he's good, no problems. Connor's made arrangements for going into the Army right after the semester's over, so he won't be back to Merrimack with us for the fall semester. That makes me sad. He needs the college fundingthe Army will provide, but two years is a long time. There's more gossip about Robby's baseball teammates, that doesn't interest me, except when the name Ryan Wilcock comes up. "Wait, what was that, Dodger?" He goes, "About Ryan?" I go, "Yeah, he's the baseball team's equipment flunky, or some job like that, right? What's Robby doing with him?" Dodger says, "Oh, he called to ask Robby for a ride today, that's all. They were texting back and forth all during spring break at the Grand Canyon. He's a good friend of Robby's from the baseball team. Do you know him?" I'm getting that jealous feeling again, and I can feel the flush heating-up my face. Willie's apparently not paying attention, which is a good thing because he knows Robby's my boyfriend. I just assume Willie's not paying attention because he hasn't questioned anything Dodger's commented on so far. I want to keep it that way too, so to Dodger, I mumble, "No, I don't actually know Ryan. I was thinking of someone else from college." Dodger begins relating funny tales from the Grand Canyon then, which gets him and me laughing. Willie's still oblivious, apparently.

At Willie's house, I say to Dodger, "Let me get this sick boy inside, then we can go on to my place." Willie's getting out of the pickup, mumbling, "Thanks for the ride, kid, I appreciate it," then to me, "Would you get my bag, Dylan? I'm beat... can't wait to get in bed." I grab his bag and follow him into his mansion; that's what it looks like to me... a friggin' mansion. Willie asks, "Was that little shit your other boyfriend's brother?" So I guess he was listening after all. I mutter, "Um, ah, yeah, didn't I mention his last name?" Willie says, "Yeah, you did, but I didn't connect the dots until chatterbox there mentioned someone named Robby; I'm sick, not stupid." I shrug, then ask meekly, "Is there a problem, Willie?" I don't want us to part angry, so I squeeze the back of his neck and kiss him on the lips quickly. He says, "I guess not, Dylan, I'm just beat. I'll call you tomorrow or whenever." Then he lifts my chin so I'm looking him in the eyes; he does this when he wants to make a point he thinks is important. He says, "Just remember what I said about you being Willie's good boy!" The words, and the way he says them gets me sorta in that trance-like state where my cock quivers and I feel like a little kid. It's more than the way he said it, it's me standing there in front of him with him holding my chin between his thumb and index finger; like you might do to a ten year old. And, me being meek too, that adds to the trance. I mutter, "I will be, Willie; you'll see," and he nods, then returns my kiss, saying, "No one can pleasure you like me, or love you like me. Right?" I quietly say, "Right," and at that moment I almost believe it... with the qualifier being, no one can dominantly pleasure me likeWillie can. On the way back to the pickup I'm mad at myself, wondering, "Howdoes he make me feel like that; it's hypnotism, or something."Yeah, I know he explained why I feel this way at times, but it's gotta be more that just me liking the submissive feeling sexually. The feeling in my balls is a good one though, so I figure it's a wash,it makes my dick feel good even though I know I acted like a wimp. Does Willie actually want me acting like a wimp? I can't believe that's true. Then another thought brightens my outlook, "Inhis weakened condition, he forgot to give me the girlie panties to wear!"I'll probably get blamed for not reminding him, but for now I don't need to wear them.

When I'm back inside the pickup, Dodger says, "Do ya think sunshine-Willie is gonna make it? Geez, what a bore." I mumble, "Oh, Willie's cool, he's just sick. We had an awesome time in Key West." Dodger asks, "Was he really fucking you, like you inferred on the phone?" I go, "Get real! Of course not!" Dodger drops it and asks, "Ya got a cigarette for me, Dylan?" I light two and hand one to him, still wondering what Willie totally means by "be Willie's good boy" and what'd he mean when he said on the plane that he'd tell me the rest when he's feeling better. He only means when we're alone together he likes me submissive, right? I like that too, at times, but the way he says it makes it seem like he means more. I guess I overdid the submissive part once or twice in Key West, but it was fun at the time. We'll get back to normal now that we're home. With smoke drifting out of his cute nose and mouth, Dodger says, "Didn't you mention something about twenty dollars?" I pull a twenty from my pocket, saying, "You still don't get the concept of helping out a buddy, do ya?" He goes, "Not when twenty dollars is involved." Then he wants to talk about the haircut I'm going to give him. He wants me to tell him all about the one I just got in Key West; every detail. He takes off my hat, puts it on his head. "That's your brother's hat, dude, don't fuck it up. I bought it for him at the Key West airport." But he doesn't care, he wants to hear about my haircut, so I oblige him, exaggerating the whole thing and Dodger's soon groping himself... hahaha. It's good to have something on my mind besides Willie for a change. Steering with his left hand, he gropes his crotch with his right, then reaches over to rub the short hair on my head, saying, "This is getting me off, Dylan. My haircut fetish is roaring now; it's out of control, and I love it!" I laugh because, oh God, that's so weirdly funny! And then I think about my submissive fetish going totally out of control in Key West. Hmmmm?

We arrive at my condo safely with me expecting my mom to be there, but inside, the first thing I see is a note from mom on the counter: "Dylan, honey, Tris has an abscessed molar and I've taken the poor girl to the dentist for a root canal, then I'll need to drive straight to the restaurant. Our reunion will have to wait until Saturday morning, unless you're still up when I get home tonight. Love ya so much, Mom."Damn! Foiled again. Now I'm in deep doodybeing alone with Dodger. I give him a Coke, and while he drinks it I go into my bedroom and change out of Willie's clothes, including changing out of his panties. I use a wet washcloth to wash this morning's dried cum off my ass, then, grabbing the first things I see, I put on jockey underwear, loose sweat pants, and a t-shirt. Then wash my face and hands. In the kitchen I check the refrigerator and pull out a Coke for myself and some freshly sliced smoked turkey to make Dodger and me sandwiches. We eat as Dodger tells me how much fun his haircut fetish is, especially since I became his barber. He thinks it's so cool to have a fetish. Cool yeah, but he also tells me he gets a scary nervous feeling in his stomach knowing he'll be getting his haircut in a little while. I ask, "Does it make you feel like a little boy too? And do you have that feeling in your stomach now?" and he goes, "Oh yeah, big time... and that little boy thing, yeah, that too, but I never thought of it that way before. You're uber-smart, Dylan. How'd you know that?" I go, "Something I read on Google when I was goofing on the computer, wasting time." He says, "I feel all those things, but I wouldn't change a thing. It's an awesome, but temporary feeling, and you're awesome too." He's being serious for once, but I make fun of it to keep things from straying to the serious side. I go, "Ahhh, that's sweet! Kiss me," and he does a quick kiss on my lips leaving behind some mayonnaise from his sandwich. He says, "You asked for it, dude". I've been involved in some very intimate haircuts, usually with Robby and me, but also with Dodger on occasion too, and once with Connor. As I've mentioned many times, giving and getting a haircut can be intimate, although mostly they're not; but if the barber and the person getting the haircut are so inclined it can get hot and steamy. That's what I'm worried about with Dodger's haircut; basically, I want to be sure it doesn't get out of hand because his brother is my boyfriend and I've been screwing around with Willie so much I don't need another thing on my conscience. Meaning I do not need screwing around with Dodger on my conscience,too. Still, that damn Willie has gotten me in a state of easy and almost constant sexual arousal, so I'll need to control myself. Surely I can control myself until I'm with Robby; then I'll let myself go. but I can still feel Dodger's kiss on my lips.

Down to the finished basement we go, Dodger being very quiet, and for him that'shighly unusual. I know he's relishing in his fetish feelings. It hard to believe getting a haircut can be sexually stimulating, but I've seen Dodger get that way when I've cut his hair before; he really gets turned on. Occasionally during the haircut he'll jerk off, and being the pervert that I am, I like watching him do it. Robby and Dodger have those barely four inch cocks, but they're fat with big heads, and big balls so they spurt lots of spunk. Thinking about that has me grabbing my dick as I get the barber tools from the closet. Dodger knows to bring a stool over to the tile section of the basement... getting hair clippings off the carpet area is a pain in the ass. I look over my shoulder, asking, "Do you want a cape this time?" He never wants one, and that's what he tells me this time too. "Nah, I'll take off my shirt so I can feel the clipped hairs sliding off my shoulders." Oh man! I don't say anything, but his fetish is strange! As I'm putting the clippers and attachments on a TV table near where Dodger's put the stool, he pulls his Polo shirt over his head and sits down. I stare for a second remembering what an awesome body he has. It's identical to his brother's and he smells pretty much the same,too. Except, that is, when Dodger's got a touch of BO. Robby doesn't have BO, but Dodger has never been a slave to the good-hygiene concept. Vinnie, Dodger's boyfriend, said one time that "Dodger, he don't wipe himself too good." He knows that first-hand from rimming Dodger, I assume. Vinnie's madly in love with Dodger, which I think is cool.

So, I plug in the clippers and trimmers, then stand behind Dodger and wrap my arm around his neck, my cheek against his, to ask, "What'll it be for you today, you adorable thing?" which is probably not what I should have done if I want to stay safe. He reaches up with both hands to hold our heads together, saying, "First, stay like this for a half hour, then I want whatever your haircut is called." I kiss his cheek, then pull away and say the same thing the barber in Key West said to Willie, "It's a buzz cut with a razored hairline detail. Do ya want one-eighth, one-quarter, half inch, or five-eighthsinch buzz cut?" He goes, "What do you got?" and I almost say, "Willie told the barber one-eighth" but change it simply to, "It's the shortest one. I thought that would be the coolest." Dodger says, "Me too, except don't do that little part thingie on top like you have." He's right, I don't like that either and when Willie takes me for a haircut next time,I'm telling the barber "No part thingie," haha. I'll keep that to myself though, until I'm in the barber chair. I attach the very thin eighth-inch guide to the clippers. "Here goes, Dodger, last chance." He takes a deep breath massaging his dick through his jeans, then says, "Do it, dude." Standing at his side, I run the clippers up the side of his head three times, then hand him a mirror, asking, "You sure? Take a look. I can do the sides that short, but leave the top longer." He takes the mirror with his free hand and stops playing with himself with the other hand to feel the stubble with his fingers. "It's awesome, Dylan, I want it all." He's already short of breath. By the time I've got the top of his head shaved down to an eight of an inch he's red in the face, panting. He mutters, "Oh man, this is hot." Then he unbuttons his jeans and pulls down his zipper; the front of his boxer shorts pokes out, it's gotta be the full four inches of his boner. He fumbles with the slit and gets his boner out to take it between his thumb and his index andmiddle fingers and begins running the uncircumcised skin on and off the head of his cock. Whoa!

He's done this before and knows I don't mind... we're all gay; him, his brother, and me. I watch that for a second, then start at the back of his head cutting the hairs there. Dodger's had me give him a half-inch buzz ever since I've known him, but this is much shorter. His hair had grown out to almost an inch so there's a lot of sliced-off hair falling on and off his shoulders, half of it at my feet in back of him, and a lot in his lap too. Dodger gasps, "Please, Dylan, you're so cool... please suck it for just a little bit. Pleasssssseeee!" That's no problem normally, I'm a little turned on myself, but I really shouldn't. Well, what the hell, it's not that big a deal. I'll suck it, but just for a second or two. Gotta maintain control of myself though. I'm the adult here, so ta speak. Turning off the clippers and putting them down, I pretend to be annoyed. "God, you're a pain in the ass, Dodger. Don't tell Robby, but I'll help you out a little here." He groans, "Dylan you're the coolest boy I've ever known." I mutter, "Sure, sure I am." Then I get in front of him and lean over to take his cock inside my mouth. The first thing I notice is a little crotch odor from his sweaty groin, but even that doesn't smell so bad on a Dickers boy. When I have his full boner in my mouth, my nose isinto his pubes which he's let grow out, andthe head of his cock is just past the gag reflexpart of my throat. The smell'snot terrific, but his cock tastesso good I can ignore the odor. Dodger's cock is just like Robby's and I suck away telling myself I'm just getting ready for Robby.

Dodger pushing on my shoulders, saying, "Get down on your knees, Dylan... come on, do it right." I can't help myself, I get on my knees, keeping his cock in my mouth and suck away. Dodgers muttering, "That's the way to do it," as he's running his fingers over my short hair moaning every few seconds. When I taste precum I force myself to pull off his cock. Dodger hugs my head to his crotch, begging, "Please let me stick it in you... I promise not to cum inside you. Just for a minute... only one minute." As he's saying that, he gets a hand under each of my arms and pulls up, so I get up, licking my lips. Dodger reaches behind me and begins fingering my asshole through my nylon sweatpants; his boner's poking my dick, which somehow has boned-up. I can't help putting my arms around his head 'cause he feels so good. Hair clippingsstick to my arms and fall off his lap onto my sweatpants. Gulping down some spit, I say, "No, Dodger, be good for once," but he's got his hand inside the elastic waistband of my sweatpants now, and his bare hand is squeezing my buttocks, then it's at my anus that he'spoking his fingertip in and out of my hole. I can push away anytime I want to, and Dodger knows this, but we both know I won't. He also knows he's going to get what he wants because he always does, and I have no fucking will power anyway. "What's the harm," I tell myself. It's just a warm-up for Robby. I say to Dodger, "If you promise not to tell Robby, you can stick it in for one minute, and one minute only." He knows he has me now, and says, "I won't tell Robby anything; you think I'm crazy?" He pulls his hand out of my pants, and while I still have my arms wrapped around his head, he pulls my sweatpants and underwear down to my knees. Then he stands upas he's pulling his pants down, and says, "Turn around, dude, and I'll make you feel real good." Oh dammit! I want it, who am I kidding?And, what's wrong with a little buddy sex? That can be the best kind; no obligations, just get off... and then laugh about it later.

Letting go of Dodger's head, I turn around and he pushes the back of my head, saying, "Bend over and let me do you the right way." I bend at the waist, my hands on my knees, resisting the urge to tell him to hurry-up, and then notice I'm fully boned-up already. So what, it feels good. It's Willie's fault anyway. Dodger's taking his time. He spits on a finger and wipes it on my asshole, saying, "You're the best, Dylan. You and Vinnie are the best; and Robby too, but he always does me. You and Vinnie let me do you guys." More spit, this one a drool right from his mouth onto my buttocks. He wipes that big gob of spit over to my hole and pushes his finger all the way in, saying, "I just want to make you feel good, Dylan, because you're so awesome." A second finger goes in as I lift up on my toes a bit, grunting. Dodger's saying, "You have a better ass than Vinnie; yours is really primo. Perfect even, I love both of your plump, firm buttocks," and with two fingers he slowly finger fucks my ass, the palm of his other hand is massaging my right buttocks. It feels too good to complain about, as I chew on my bottom lip trying not to moan at how good it's starting to feel back there. He takes his hand off my buttocks and reaches under my legs to squeeze my balls. Not so hard it's painful, but hard enough to be slightly uncomfortable. Then the fingers come out of my hole and, still gripping my balls to hold me in place, he forces his boner up my ass and it's wicked tight. I've gotten use to Willie's thinner cock and this is hurting a little. I know it won't hurt for long, not after the way Willie's toughened upmy pussy, and it does feel good almost instantly. Dodger is leaning into me getting his cock the full four inches up my ass. We both know he's not stopping after a minute, and that he's going all the way to climax and fill me up with his spunk. And now that's what I want too; Willie fucked me into this condition because he wants me needing him, I guess. He probably wants to get me to a stage of horniness where I'm asking him for more and more. But that's something to think about another time 'cause right now I'm hot and bothered with the way Dodger's fucking me. He's taken total charge of my balls, pulling them back towards him until I grunt in pain. He quietly says, "I know you want it a little rough, Dylan, and I want to make you feel good, I really do," as he hammers his hard four-incher up my ass. All I can do is take little, fast, puffing breaths loving the feeling in my ass. Dodger slowly humps in and out of my ass three times and I'm so happy there's a cock up my ass I reach for my cock and stroke it into a harder boner, then I let it bob in front of me as Dodger pulls back on my balls and fucks my ass humming contentedly to himself. He reaches down with the hand that was on my hip, and pulls a cigarette from his Marlboro pack, then his Biclighter, and lights up. He smoked when he fucked me last time too. His exhaled smoke drifts over my back to surround my head. "How's it feeling?" he asks, as more exhaled smoke surrounds me. He's doing a steady rhythm of humps up my ass, and it feels great. I can only push back with each penetration, mumbling, "It feels good, Dodger." More smoke surrounds me and I cough, inhaling the second-hand smoke. Dodger's taking his time enjoying the fuck, and the cigarette too, I suppose. I gasp from the sensations in my rectum, then mutter, "You're not supposed to smoke in the house." He chuckles, then asks, "You want me to stop fucking you so I can put it out?" He's got me there and I shake my head no, but can't make myself say the word even though that's the last thing in the world I want. Precum oozes from my pee slit and now I can't help but moan in pleasure, which gets another chuckle from Dodger. It's so cool him smoking and fucking me at the same time; it's nuts! I'm still pushing back at his casual thrusts, desperate to feel it all. He chuckles again at my backward thrusts, knowing how much I enjoy boy-on-boy sex. Giving my balls a tight squeeze, he says, "God, you're the coolest, Dylan!" Then I hear him exhaling a long lungful of smoke, and a lot of it ends up around my head.

A few more humps in and out and it's feeling so good another moan slips out from my throat, seemingly on itsown, "Ahhh, oooh, ahh..." Dodger asks, "Feels good, don't it?" I go, "Ahhh," as he humps me faster. "Hold this butt for me, Dylan, and I'll really make you feel good." I reach back, while looking over my shoulder, and take what's left of his cigarette, then take a big drag off it. The filter'sfull of Dodger's spit. He says, "Here we go," and begins fucking me faster and faster, as he grunts out, "Oh yeah, your asshole is feeling real good now, doesn't it?" and I stupidly answer, "Oh yeah." That encourages him and he lets go of my balls to grab my hips with both hands, he knows I'm not going anywhere, and begins the fastest rabbit fuck I've ever had. His cock is a blur flying to and fro up my asshole with me making grunting sounds as my cock and balls swing around from the constant pounding of my ass and the rocking of my body. Dodger's a strong kid and he's holding onto me tightly, his crotch slamming into my buttocks so fast I can hardly believe it. I don't last too long before yelling, "Eeeeeee," as cum flies from the swollen head of my cock in a long tantalizing stream that lands a yard from me on the tile floor near the washer/dryer. Three more good cum spurts follow and then Dodger lets loose inside me and his spunk immediately begins drooling out and splashes between my ass and his groin, "Splat, splat, splat." Dodger's breathing hard when he says, "Here. I got something for ya, Dylan," and pulls out to of me and turns me around. His glistening cock looks hard as a wooden dowel, the head swollen as big as I've ever seen it. "Go down on me, Dylan. Remember, like our three-way?" He looks so innocent and his cock looks so delicious, I suck it into my mouth, going down on my knees again. Dodger rubs my head with both hands, muttering, "Awesome, you're awesome..." Then he says, "Okay, that's good, you can get up," when I do, he immediately turns me around again, and up my ass goes his clean boner, dripping with my saliva. I'm biting my lip to keep from squealing embarrassingly. Short cock, yes; but fat, and Dodger knows how to use it too. With his arms around my chest he holds me against him and, now that he's fucked me into submission, he's fucking me in a more regular manner; not like a fucking rabbit humping out of control. This controlled fuck goes on for at least ten minutes and has me totally boned-upagain, pulling on my dick with each thrust Dodger makes up my ass. I don't come near another climax, but it feels wonderful the whole time. Finally Dodger humps against me hard and holds it there doing little thrusts of his hips. He's making deep grunting noises as he's obviously having his second orgasm. I can't be sure though because he's poured so much spunk up my ass the first time, I can't tell the difference.

He leaves his cock in me, still holding me against his chest with both his arms around my stomach as he breathes deeply, and then a long contented sigh from him as he lets go of me and backs his cock out of my ass.... "Ahhhhh, ohhhh," I moan, wanting it back inside me. He asks, "You want a little more, Dylan?" And without waiting for an answer his arm goes around my neck, almost choking me, pulling my back against his chest. His hard cocks slides back up my ass again, going in easy with the help of all Dodger's slippery cum. He pulls my head beside his face and kisses my ear while fucking me some more. I can't do anything except concentrate on the awesome feeling in my ass. I'm almost there at my second climax when he finally has had it, and he says, "Sorry, Dylan, that's all I got for you today. Was it good for you?" This time when he slides his cock out of me I concentrate on not making pleasure sounds. Instead I answer him, with, "You're learning, Dodger, but you still have a ways to go to match your brother." He laughs, then says, "Yeah, right! You couldn't get enough of my cock. But you helped me out with my haircut, so I just returned the favor to you, with a little extra-curricularfucking. I can tell how much you like it... I wanted to impress you too." It felt pretty much like a Robby fuck, but very different than a Willie fuck, although almost just asgood if you ask me. I mean, Dodgerr says sweet things when he's fucking me, but there's natural dominance in the way he does it. Wish Robby had a little more of that. Ya got it, or ya don't, I guess. Dodger goes, "That was great! Thank you, Dylan. You're the best sport! What a good guy you are. You know how much I like you... you're just the best to let me do that. I consider it a big favor." I go, "Well, it didn't suck, but I think it was longer than the minute you mentioned. And, if I'm not mistaken, you spunked inside me twice, which you promised you wouldn't do." He smiles, saying, "Alright, you caught me. It was a little bit longer than a minute, but how do you know I shot off inside you? How can you tell?" His cum is running down my thighs. I go, "Just a guess." Then we do a short hug, just two buddies. Dodger's mumbling his "thanks" once more, then telling me for about the one-thousandthtime,"Dylan, you're the coolest kid I've ever known." He probably tells everyone he fucks the same thing. I've known Dodger over three years and this is only the forth time he's fucked me so that's pretty good considering he's always willing, and always trying and it's not easy for me to resist him. I knew he was gay before I knew Robby was gay, and I didn't know they knew each other were gay; not until last summer. And, I didn't know those two had been having sex together untillast year,too. There's something so friggin' hot about brothers having sex together; also known as incest. It's hot to me anyway.

Dodger gets a wet hand towel and washes the back of my legs, then dries them so I can pull up my pants. Then I resume his eighth-inch buzz cut. Wow, I'm feeling really relaxed now, the sexual buzz has been eliminated by Dodger. As I'm feeling relief from my sexual yearning I go over Dodgers entire head with the clippers again, making sure to get any hairs the clipper missed the first time, plus it's fun cutting my buddy'shair. Dodger's fetish has been satisfied in a big way with this haircut, and the fetish got him ultra-horny, which he relievedby fucking me so he's relaxed and satisfied now,too. When I'm done with the big clippers, Dodger's feeling his hair with his fingers, mumbling, "I love this haircut, dude!" I smile at the fact it's such a high for him, and then realize again how calm I am now; not horny like Willie left me. In retrospect, Dodger doing me is the best thing that could have happened. Now I'll be able to act normally with Robby tonight. But to finish Dodger's haircut properly, I need to concentrate using the trimming clippers to outline his hairline. I don't try anything fancy, but it still looks damn good when I'm done. Actually this hair style looks better on Dodger than me. That's because my light blond hair this short is hardly noticeable. With Dodger's brown hair it's more prominent even though just as short as mine. Dodger's looking at his reflection in the handheld mirror, murmuring, "This is so fuckin' cool looking. I love it!" I didn't have that same initial reaction when I first looked at my new wicked short buzz cut, but now I agree with Dodger; we look cool!

Dodger does most of the clean-up while I put the barber stuff away. He's not a lazy kid. We go upstairs and talk for awhile, mostly about our buddy sex this afternoon with Dodger looking for compliments about his fucking technique, and me pretending he needs a lot of work in that area, although obviously he's very capable. When Dodger's gotta leave to hook-up with Vinnie, I thank him again for picking Willie and me up at Logan and he thanks me for the haircut and we hug with a quick-as-a-wink kiss on the lips, like he and Robby are always doing. Very affectionate boys. When he's gone I worry about myself for a few minutes. Worry that I sorta made an ass of myself with Willie by being too submissive. I probably gave off the wrong signals, but I was just so much into the submissive role. I mean, it was just Willie and me in Key West. It was fun being "his boy" and Willie was "my man" heh heh. Yeah, but that seems kinda creepy now; I shouldn't have been so wimpy. I'm sure Willie knows it was an over-the-top performance by me, and that'that was then and this is now'. Of course, he didn't seem like he was interested in anything between us changing here at home; that's why he was constantly reminding me to not change. It's funny how much clearer everything seems to me now that I'm back here. Willie has to see the same thing too, doesn't he?. Oh screw it. It's Robby who I'm anxious to be with now, and Dodger's buddy sex reminds me how good Robby is at fucking too. Actually, Dodger might be better at it than Robby, but it's Robby I love and it's him that I want to do it with. Oh well, we'll see; I gotta start getting cleaned up and stop all the musing. I don't even know when Robby's going to be back from Merrimack. That makes me think of Ryan Wilcox again. What was Robby texting him about all during spring break? Also, I don't know how that sneak Ryan spells his last name; I keep changing in my mind between "Wilcox" and "Wilcocks. It's the latter spelling, I'll bet... get your own boyfriend, Wilcocks! And why wasn't Robby texting me instead of Ryan? And did anything happen between Robby and that baseball player, Neil Bender? Damn! There's always something to wonder about.

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