Dylan's Georgia Vacation

DYLAN'S GEORGIA VACATION

Chapter 15

by Donny Mumford

Ryan and I are on our way to try-out for the town's summer league baseball team. He's driving while I'm dealing with mixed emotions. It was embarrassing that Ryan kept his arm around the back of my neck while we talked with his parents in the kitchen. He's suppose to be shielding me from awkward and embarrassing situations, not creating them. On the other hand, when we went outside he was so emotional about his parents seemingly being proud of him it made me feel good. His reaction to his parents approval was really sweet and I'm happy about that, but it's kinda weird at the same time. I guess in a way it's both heartwarming and heartbreaking. I mean, what did they do or say over the years that led him to believe he was such a loser? And they made a bit of a big deal out of Ryan snapping at our golf coach, who was rude to me. Maybe the strangest aspect of this little family drama is how much they seem to enjoy Ryan acting as the alpha male in our gay partially-pretend relationship. Good for Ryan I guess, but how any of this reflects on his parent's character, I couldn't say.

Oh, what the hell, I'll give his parents props for sort of supporting their gay son and for being nice to his submissive boyfriend... ha ha. I make light of it, but I've totally played the submissive role whenever his parents are around, so of course they have no reason to doubt that Ryan's in charge. Anyway I agreed that he should be in-charge before we left college, and that's obviously having positive results. Considering that, I guess I don't really have much to bitch about. Damn, the things I do to help a friend though, and I can't get over how ballsy Ryan's becoming. Of course, the ballsier he gets, the hotter I think he is... heh heh. I'm probably not taking this as seriously as I could, and probably should. It's all kinda kooky though.

In any case Ryan's on cloud nine while I'm on a lower cloud. He appears quite pleased with things as he drives, so taking the chance of bursting his bubble, I say, "Albert, why do you feel it's necessary to embarrass me in front of your parents? You promised you'd keep me out of awkward situations." He glances over at me as he's accelerating to the breakneck speed of twenty-five miles an hour, "Whaddaya mean? You're not embarrassed we're gay, are you?" Clever trick question. I go, "No, but I've told you before it's not necessary to flaunt our gayness in front of your parents. You're creating awkward and embarrassing moments for me." He shrugs, "I love you and they need to accept that fact. I'm sorry if it makes you feel awkward. Me flaunting our gayness, as you call it, is to get my parents used to the idea. I want to reach a point as quickly as possible where none of us gives a thought about me having my arm around you showing my affection. That's the whole idea." I mumble, "Yeah, I can see you're point," and he grins, saying, "Don't freak out, but pretty soon we'll be kissing in front of them too. We're lovers and we're going to act like it. It won't be too long before we won't need to sneak around having sex." I go, "Oh, you intend on fucking me in front of them?" He laughs, "Don't be stupid! Of course not, but they'll probably know what we're doing and finally just accept me for who I am."

It's hard to argue with his premise, but he is overdoing it. Ryan says, "My parents are already pretending to accept I'm gay, like when they discussed that fact with their friends at the country club. Hell, reading between the lines, mother was just about bragging on her gay son's beautiful boyfriend. The next step for them is to actually believe it's a for-real and a forever thing. I'm gay and proud of it, and here in Marietta you're my boyfriend and I'm proud of that too." I mutter, "Submissive boyfriend you mean." He says, "Oh stop it! Stop it right now! You like me being dominant, so don't pretend you don't. And sit up! You're sloughing." I sit up straight, getting pissed at myself for doing it. A minute of silence and then Ryan reaches over rubbing my head, saying, "Give me a smile, Danny. Don't pout. I'm taking good care of you... it's all good, babe." Damn, he gives me that squirmy submissive feeling in my balls when he gets like this. Mister confident, and I let that 'lovers' remark of his slide because why get into semantics again?

Trying to fight off the submissive balloon that's expanding in me, I try a bit a assertiveness, "It's all good for you, Albert, but we've talked about that bossiness thing of yours before. I've asked you nicely not to be bossy with me when we're alone. I'm mostly just putting on a submissive act for purposes of improving your self image, but that only applies when we're around others. Not when it's just the two of us like now when you told me to sit up straight." He grins and rubs my head again, muttering, "You sat up straight though, didn't you?" I've got nothing to say to that, and then he asks, "Did we, or did we not agree that I'll be in charge this summer?" Frowning, I refuse to respond to that too, mostly because he's right and anyway we've discussed it eight thousand times already. He mutters, "Nothing to say? I rest my case." We don't talk again until we get to the high school baseball diamond. This town of mostly wealthy households has spared no expense for their high school sports. There's an elaborate football stadium behind this awesome baseball area. I go, "Wow, sweet setup!" Ryan parks and gives me a history lesson, "High school and college sports are a much bigger deal in the south than the northeast. It's even more prevalent in southern states other than Georgia. That's because Georgia has major league teams in all the major sports where most southern states, except Florida, do not. Still, Marietta takes pride in their high school sports programs. Friday nights in the fall there are big turnouts for the high school football games."

We get out of the car and walk towards the activity behind the batting cage. I'm trying to find holes in Ryan's logic and all I can come up with is him going back on his word about seeing that I'm not in embarrassing situations. Other than that he's successfully impressing his parents, and I have to say he's impressing me too. I admire the new confidence I see building in him, although it's almost at times getting to the point of arrogance. I look at him and feel that tingling of sexual arousal in my dick that I often get when looking at him. That's nothing new as I've always felt that with Ryan, but it's building stronger and most of the time I revel in it. I guess I'd have to say Ryan's really coming into his own this summer, and I know damn well I've helped him with that. Theo Sawyer yells, "Over here, Albert, and um, both of you." He doesn't remember my name. We walk to him and he does the one arm hug with Ryan while patting his back, saying "Thanks for coming," then he bumps fists with me, saying, "How ya doing, dude." I smile and he goes, "Both of you need to put on one of these numbered bibs," and he hands each of us one, explaining, "The coaches will be evaluating all of us during the tryouts. Look at all the guys here Mark and I rounded up." There's a big burly kid handing out numbered bibs too, so I assume that's Mark. He's wearing a wife-beater t-shirt and that dude is one hairy mothafucka. And yeah, it's a good turn out of about thirty-five guys. Theo adds, "The summer league allows only eighteen players per team so half of these boys are gonna be disappointed," and his eyes drift past me. He says, "You two are my guys so sign-in on this sheet with your name, bib number, and cellphone number." As we're doing that, he adds, "I've recruited you guys and ten others for the tryout while Mark over there has recruited twenty-some guys. Heh heh, guys are hesitant to say 'no' to Mark. He's a fuckin' animal."

We're standing around as other guys sign-in with Mark, and then two more with Theo, as he's telling Ryan, "I checked you out online, dude. You know, at your prep school, and you had a good senior year, huh?" Ryan goes, "Yeah, my best year. I hit 335 and didn't have an error in center field." Theo says, "Yep, and you had ten assists throwing out runners from center field. You're a cinch to be our center fielder." Huh, I wonder why he couldn't make the Merrimack team if he's that good. Theo says, "The kid who played center fielder for our high school last year is away for the summer. He's vacationing someplace with his family." Then a guy with a bullhorn-voice yells, "Everybody have a seat in the stands!" His deep loud voice makes my eardrums

vibrate. Ryan pats my shoulder, "Lets go, babe." Trying to shake this squirmy feeling I have for Ryan, I sarcastically mutter, "Yes, daddy," and follow him to the bleachers where we sit in the first row. Thankfully Ryan didn't hold my hand on the way over here. Even though I'm feeling significant sexual heat for him, I'm still a little pissed-off at being embarrassed this morning and therefore I'm a bit snippy with him.

Four middle aged men are standing in front of the thirty-some boys in the bleachers. The man with the bull-horn voice introduces the other three men as the outfield coach, the infield coach, and pitching coach. He's the manager in-charge of everything. His name is Pedro Gonzales, "Call me 'skip', boys. Today we'll evaluate position players for fielding and hitting while coach Neidamyer will be working with the pitchers. Okay, which of you guys are here trying-out for spots on the pitching staff? Raise your hands." Seven guys raise their hands and are instructed to go with coach Neidamyer. When they leave, Skip says, "Outfielders?" and eight guys raise their hand including me because I might as well stick with Ryan since he's the only person I know, and because I like the squirmy feeling I get being around him. Secret staircase, secrets squirmy feeling in my balls.. ha ha. We go off with coach Jones, a black man who smiles a lot. I hear the manager, Skip, telling the infielders to go with coach Owens, and so we begin. I'm nervous because most of these guys are good enough to have made their high school baseball team. I wasn't good enough so I'm at a disadvantage before we even start. I'd hate to be one of the dorks not making the team, which is just one more potentially embarrassing situation for me. After saying that, I have this strong sense Ryan will make sure I'm on the team one way or another. That's the kind of faith or trust I have in him after only one week living with him. He's going to be looking out for me even if it means I get embarrassed once in awhile.

Ryan, me, and six other guys follow our coach to the outfield grass where he tells us how things are going to work. "Boys, the first forty-five minutes I'll be hitting fly balls and line drives to left field, right, and center. You'll take turns fielding the balls and then let me see what kinda arm y'all got. Throw the ball back in like someone's tagging up at third." We all nod our heads, then he asks, "So who's trying out for center field?" Ryan and a younger kid with a million freckles raise their hand, then trot out to center field. That leaves six of us, and coach says, "You three take turns fielding balls in right field," then he points to me and two African American boys, "You three take left field. Lets hustle boys." I jog out saying to one of the guys, "I'm Danny," and the guys bumps fists, mumbling, "Yo,

everyone calls me Toast." The other guy is ahead of us and not apparently interested in making friends. The coach hits a high fly ball to center field and, wow, the ball jumped off the metal bat making a distinctive sound. Freckles casually catches it with one hand and guns it back towards the coach. Pretty good arm on that kid. Then a ball to right field goes over the heads of the three boys out there and two of them chase it while the third guy just stands there as coach makes some notes on his clipboard. One of the kids throws the ball back in but it lands well short of the foul line where the coach is standing. The coach stops and jots something else on his clipboard. Then a long fly ball to left field, directly at Toast. He catches it one-handed and throws it back in, but his throw doesn't reach the coach either.

This goes on in the hot sun for quite awhile, and I'm the only guy here without a fuckin' hat. I glare at Ryan hoping for eye contact so I can point to my head that's getting sunburned, but he's concentrating on flies balls coming his way. During sandlot games I've only played the outfield a couple of times because I was always one of the better infielders. I catch two fly balls and heave the ball towards the coach with a lot on it. Then Toast lines up to catch a fly but he misjudges it and it goes over his head. He yells, "Fuck," and chases it down. Our grumpy left fielder, the one without a name, flubs a line drive that gets past him, but he doesn't bother chasing it. My best catch is a sinking line drive that I charge catching it an inch off the grass with the coach yelling, "Good catch, thirteen!" I'm thinking, 'How about jotting that down on your clipboard!!!' That's my bib number, lucky thirteen. It's fun, but each of us gets only five or six chances to catch a ball. I'm six for six, Toast is five for six and no-name is four for five because he didn't hustle after the ball like Toast and I did. I watched Ryan when balls were going to centerfield and he caught them all easily and his throws to the infield were on a rope with plenty behind them. He's good! Then the coach yells to us, "Come on in, the infielders are going to take batting practice." When we're around the coach, he says, "We'll see how you outfielders do playing infield positions." He sends what I think might be the three weakest outfielders, including no name, back to play right field, center, and left. The rest of us play the infield. Coach says, "Catch the pop-ups and field the grounders as if you're in a game, throwing them back to me hard." We do that for a half hour and then the coach calls us in again.

It's our turn in the batting cage with the coach pitching batting practice. Three of the infielders jog to the outfield to catch or run down the balls we hits. The others take their regular positions in the infield. We'll all get six swings and we're instructed to only swing at strikes. The eight of us gather round the coach with Ryan squeezing the back of my neck, saying, "Nice job out there, Danny," and damn, I hate myself, but that made me feel good. Forgetting I'm mad at him, I grin, "You too, Albert," and I get that fuckin' squirmy feeling in my balls again. I rest my forearm on Ryan's shoulder glancing at the side of his face. He looks so sure of himself, but maybe that's because we're playing baseball and he's good at it. Thinking he's looking especially sexy, I lean against Ryan's side as we stand together watching the three right-fielders bat. He give me a grin and I grin back, then he puts his arm around the back of my waist and gives me a hug. I sort of side step away so I'm not standing here with Ryan's arm around my waist. He grins at me and puts his arm across my shoulders. Good compromise.

Two of the right-fielders hit mostly fly balls, and as the third batter gets in the batter's box Ryan rubs up the back of my head, whispering to me, "Are we friends again, or are you still mad at me?" I grin, quietly saying, "I've got no choice, I gotta be friends with you 'cause you're the only person I know." We're not standing close enough to anyone for them to hear us. Ryan squeezes my shoulder now, murmuring, "I can see in your eyes you think of me more than a friend. Your eyes tell a lot and they're telling me you're beginning to look up to me like maybe you're even admiring me. Could that be?" He's so serious, I gulp, "Um, yeah, I guess I am looking up to you because I depend on you here." There's buzzing in my balls, as he says, "It's more than that I think." I shrug, "Yeah, I guess so, Albert. Um, I don't know, I guess you're a better leader than I expected, um, and I guess I'm enjoying being here with you... a lot." He murmurs, "Thanks, Danny, thanks for telling me that. I'm appreciative that you're recognizing me as the guy

in-charge here. I'm interested in knowing if I'm fulfilling my commitment of providing all the dominance you need. I think I see you telling me subtly that I am." I'm not sure what to say, so he adds, "I want you to know I'm really trying to do the right thing for you. It means a lot to me that I can do something that helpful where you're concerned. I love you, Dylan, and I hope you'll admit sometime this summer that you love me too." I gulp getting words caught in my throat, "Ah, I," then three fake coughs, before squeaking out, "I think you're awesome, Albert." He nods and smiles, then goes back to watching the batting practice. Fuck, I meant to say 'you're doing an awesome job', but it came out he's awesome. Well that's almost the same thing. I was sort of tongue-tied for a second not expecting anything so serious from him. And anyway, when the hell did he get so insightful and, um, so cool? Jeff drifts over and Ryan whispers something to him. Jeff smiles a big smile and bumps into Ryan's other side.

I try concentrating on the pitching for when it's my turn in the batting cage. I'm nervous because the coach is firing the pitches over the plate faster than I'm used to seeing playing sandlot ball. Center fielders bat next so Ryan pats Jeff's and me on the shoulder and walks over to the cage with Freckles. Freckles is first and he hits a hard line drive and then a long ball over the fence and then a couple sharply hit line drives down the right field line that would easily be doubles in a game. After each batter the coach jots something on his clipboard. He yells at Freckles, "Nice hitting, nine," which is the number on Freckles' bib. Ryan's next and the first two pitches he hammers over the fence with easy-looking swings. The next four get nailed as line drives using the whole field and he gets a shout-out from the coach. Freckles hits good but Ryan hits better, and Freckles has a weaker arm. Yep, Ryan's going to be the center fielder but Freckles is good too

so he'll probably be a backup outfielder on the bench. That mean only one other outfield back-up spot remains.

The no-name black kid bats first for us left fielders and he swings and misses at the first pitch. That's only the third or fourth swing-and-miss I've seen this afternoon. The coach is laying them straight over the plate, but fast. No-name has two feeble grounders and then two slow pop-ups to the shortstop. I wonder why he's even trying out, and then I'm wondering where he's going as I watch him walk to the parking lot. Huh, now I feel really bad for him. Well, there's only two left fielders now, and it's my turn at bat. Fuck, I'm nervous as I glance at Ryan who nods his head encouragingly. I watch the first pitch go by and the coach yells, "That was a strike, thirteen." Next pitch I hit a nice line drive, then a grounder between shortstop and second. I hit line drives for the next three that would all probably be hits in a game. Yippee! I feel good walking back to Ryan who's grinning which makes me grin too. I put my arm across his shoulders, hugging him, saying, "Those fuckers are coming in fast, huh, Albert?" He chuckles, "No, that's not fast. They're about sixty miles an hour. Wait'll the real pitchers start pitching batting practice." Oh balls!

There's a break and we gather around coolers filled with, as the coach said, 'Pop' and bottled water. Pop means sodas. Ryan and I grab cans of Coke and sit in the shade of the school drinking our pop. I ask, "Ya think it's okay to smoke?" Ryan shakes his head, "No, don't do that," so I don't. He tells me that after break we'll be batting with live pitching from the seven guys trying out as pitchers. Then after that he doesn't know what we'll be doing. Theo joins us patting Ryan on his baseball cap, saying, "Dude, that's a rifle of an arm ya got there. I was watching from first base and you're good!" Ryan goes, "Thanks. So you're trying out for first base?" and Theo goes, "Yeah, I'm the only one trying out for first base. No one else will challenge me because I hit a fucking ton. I hit five of those lollypop pitches from coach way the fuck over the fence. My sixth hit almost took Torey's

head off at third base... heh heh. Love me some baseball." Then he tells us, "The black kid, the one wearing the number two bib, has a nasty curve ball so don't swing at it because he can't get it over the plate, and you couldn't hit it even if he did get it over the plate. Take the pitch."

When live batting practice starts four of us outfielders play the infield positions like we did with coach pitching batting practice. The other three take the outfield positions while the infielders hit. I'm at second base watching the pitcher and he's slinging the ball in much faster than coach, and consequently the batters are not doing nearly as well as they did earlier. Then I glance over and see one of the right fielders now playing third base. I got a glimpse of him before and now that I'm closer, oh my god, is that guy cute! He's very fair, with pale red hair sticking out from under his hat. Choir boy looks similar to Brad's boyfriend, Timmy, but this kid is taller. He's my height, slim and agile as he fields balls at third. He's good so I gotta wonder why he didn't try out for the infield in the first place. A ball wheezes by my head as I'm staring at the third baseman. I heard the damn ball going by my ear. Ryan, who's at shortstop, yells, "Wake up, Danny!" Oh shit, I see the coach mark something on his clipboard. One of the coaches is acting as an umpire calling balls and strikes so each batter gets a hit or an out, then it's the next guy's turn. All the batter runs around the bases after they hit, busting their asses running because one of the coaches has a stopwatch timing them. I figure it'll take at least a half hour for all these infielders to get their 'at bats'.

I'm hoping nobody else hits a ball to me, and of course the very next ball hit is a hard grounder to my left and instinctively I go to my left and field the ball, then throw the kid out at first. He continues around the bases anyway to be timed. A coach yells, "Good play, thirteen!" Oh, hot shit, I'm on my toes now. I get quite a few more balls hit to me and I field them okay, but two balls I should have gotten get by me and are fielded somehow by Ryan from his shortstop position. Coach yells, "Good hustle at shortstop, twenty!" I don't know how Ryan got to those two balls, and he's not even an infielder. He covered for me. The black pitcher that Theo warned us about is taking his turn pitching and holy shit, I couldn't hit him. I'm amazed how some of the guys are connecting with the kid's fast ball that seems to run in on the hitter. These guys are out of my league. Then I summarize what I've seen so far and conclude pitchers and more than half the batters are impressing me, the others aren't much better than me as far as I can tell. When the infielders all have three 'at bats', it's our turn. There are only seven outfielders now because no-name walked out. I'm again calculating how many outfielders the coaches will keep. There's three outfield positions, plus one back-up outfielder, who will probably be left-handed Freckles, so I only need to beat out two of the other three guys. I'm shooting for the position of back-up right-handed bat off the bench because I easily see three outfielders, including Ryan, who are better than me, and they'll be the starters.

Theo calls Ryan over as I take a seat in the dugout. This is kinda cool. Then my eyes are on the third baseman again. There's something about him that has my almost non-existing 'gaydar' on alert. He jogs over to the dugout looking cuter and sexier the closer he gets. Big grin on his face as he says to no one in particular, "Man, can that guy pitch! No fair, he's got a full boat scholarship to Rice University." I ask, "What's his name?" and the third baseman looks right at me, then sits next to me patting my shoulder, saying, "Drake's his last name and he goes by the nickname, 'Speed'. I played with him last year right here at Marietta high." Then he holds his hand out, "Hi, I'm Chubby Bell, nice to meet ya." I go, "Danny Newman, and likewise. Um, that's my brother's nickname, Chubby." He grins, "Probably for the same reason too." I go, "Yeah, he's far from chubby." He goes, "My first name is Jeffrey actually, but most everybody calls me Chubby." I go, "Get the fuck outta here, that's my brother's real first name too," and he nudges against me, grinning and saying, "Get the fuck outta here with that bull crap." I go, "No really," and Ryan comes over, so I ask, "Albert, what my brother's first name?" He shrugs, "Um, Jeffrey, but you call him Chubby." Jeffrey Bell hugs around my shoulders, saying, "No shit? That's awesome," and he introduces himself to Ryan who says, "Jesus, that name coincidence thing is weird."

Jeff/Chubby is very friendly. He asks, "How come ya don't wear a hat, Danny?" Ryan looks at me raising his eyebrows. Oh fuck, I know what I'm suppose to say, so I mumble, "Ah, um, oh my boyfriend's a prick and wouldn't let me wear one today." Ryan chuckles and Chubby frowns, "Boyfriend? Um, why won't he let you wear a hat?" Ryan says, "Yeah, why is that, Danny?" I frown looking away, mumbling again, "Because he, um, wants everyone to see the haircut he gave me." Chubby's like, "No shit, I don't blame him. That's a cool haircut." Ryan says, "Thank you, Jeff! I've been trying to tell Danny that." Jeff's looks at me, then at Ryan, "Oh, it's you two? You're boyfriends?" I nod my head, then Ryan puts his hand on top of my head, saying, "So Jeff, you like Danny's haircut?" Jeff says, as if it's obvious, "Yeah, it's cool," and takes his hat off showing an unruly head of pale red hair in no particular hairstyle, asking, "How much do you charge. I'd like a haircut like that." Ryan and I both are like flabbergasted, with me muttering, "Really?" and he goes, "Yeah, why not? I think it's a really cool haircut, really extreme and that's me, extreme." That really shocks me. Ryan's just as taken aback as me, as he hesitantly says, "If you're serious you can follow us home after practice. No charge, I'll give you my specialty haircut for free,"

then Ryan smirks at me. Chubby says, "Thanks, man. Yeah, that'd be great," and Skip calls out, "Okay, boys, time for some more live batting practice."

As we all leave the dugout I'm thinking this has got to be a huge put-on, except there's no way Ryan could have arranged it. He doesn't talk to anyone, well not till I got here anyway. Chubby/Jeff, says to me, "You're in left field, huh?" I go, "Yeah," then I ask, "You serious about liking this haircut? You gotta be putting Albert and me on, right?" He acts a little offended, "I'm not putting you on! Why the fuck would I do that?" then realizing he came on a little strong, he pleasantly asks, "Why would you think I'm bull shitting you? Um, don't you like the haircut?" I shrug, "I guess in a way I do, but in a way I don't. Anyway, you should have asked me to give you a haircut 'cause I'm really good at it. Albert can only do this one haircut. He learned it online." Ryan's swinging some bats choosing one he likes. He comes over saying, "Daniel, are you trying to steal my only other customer away from me." Chubby laughs, "Don't fight over me guys. I'll stick with Albert because he's the expert with that haircut on your head, Danny, and that's the one I want." Ryan puts his arms across Chubby's shoulders, smirking and saying, "Good choice," and we walk to the line that's forming at the batting cage. Theo calls Ryan over again as I'm again looking at Jeff, finding this almost impossible to believe, "Um, sorry, Chubby, but this is so weird, but um, did you come over to me in the dugout because of my haircut? I just can't believe..." He laughs, "Yeah, I liked that you have the balls not to wear a hat with hair that short, but also there's something about you I can't exactly put my finger on that intrigued me." I'm nodding my head, but I can't think of anything to say. This is basically beyond belief and incomprehensible.

Standing with Chubby/Jeffrey, neither of us talking, he finally breaks the ice saying, "We're lucky the Rice University pitcher had his turn already, huh? This pitcher doesn't look as fast." I go, "I guess," and he grins at me putting his hat on my head, saying, "I'm gonna get you in trouble with your boyfriend," and I pull the hat down on my forehead, saying, "Nah, he's a good guy. Didn't it surprise you we're gay?" He goes, "Of course it surprised the shit outta me. Two reasons: one, you don't seem gay, and two, nobody comes right out and says they're gay. So it was double the surprise." I go, "Well, we come out and say it. Um, I gotta call you Jeff, okay? It freaks me out calling you Chubby." He takes his hat back, saying, "That's okay, Jeffrey's my name. Um, do you mind if I feel your hair. It looks so cool." I shake my head, "Go ahead," and he runs his fingers on my head from my forehead back, "That feels so sexy." I kinda make a face, and he goes, "No, it looks cool, really! You should like this haircut, it highlights your face. Ya know, um, you're the best looking person I've ever seen in my life. That's another reason I walked to your spot in the dugout." I go, "Oh, thanks, um, you too." He laughs, "Wanna be boyfriends?" and he laughs bumping my shoulder with his.

Thinking about all this again, the only think that makes sense is Jeff's gotta be breaking our balls, mocking my haircut and just putting us on. All the laughing he does hints strongly that he's a ball-breaking put-on artist. In a bit of a grouchy manner I say, "I've already got a boyfriend," two actually but why go into that with him? He says, "I know, I'm just kidding you, Danny. Um, your boyfriend, Albert, he seems, I don't know, kinda strict with you. Is he?" I say, "Yeah, sort of, but the reason for that is a complicated story." Jeff nods, mumbling, "You're lucky, you know that?" I'm like, "Whaddaya mean?" He says, "I'm another boy who doesn't seem gay, but I am. You're the first person who knows that because unlike you and Albert I've never admitted it to anyone." I say, "Ya just did," and he says, "Yeah, because you boys admitted it first." Looking real serious now, my turn putting him on, I go, "Oh dude, we were just bull-shitting you. I'm sorry if we gave you the wrong impression, but we're not gay. It's just a thing we tell guys for shits and giggles. My father's in the military and he makes me get this haircut. Albert doesn't cut hair!" Jeff blushes a very bright red with his eyes watering, as he stammers, "Oh fuck... I'm, ah..." He cute so I squeeze his shoulder, "Nah, that was bullshit, the first wasn't." He nervously laughs, wiping at his eyes with the heel of both hands, mumbling, "You prick, I almost peed my pants." I say, "A guy at work says that all the time. I should introduce you two." Now he laughs, still red in the face, "Goddammit, Danny, I never know when you're fucking kidding." Ryan comes back, and I say, "Guess what?" He goes, "What?" and I tell him Jeff's gay. He doesn't believe it at first, but Jeff tells him for real that he is, then adds, "And I admire how you're strict with Danny. That gives me a hard dick just thinking about you being strict with me too." Now I think he's gotta be a big fat liar, but he seems so sincere. This is way too fuckin' much!

Ryan and Jeff get into a discussion about their high school baseball teams and I feel a little jealous. It seems these dumb hicks in Georgia are giving Ryan the attention I'm used to getting back home myself. It's like Ryan's 'the man', the hot stud and I'm his faithful sidekick or something, faithful submissive boyfriend. Plus, I can't add anything to their discussion because I wasn't on a baseball team. Then we're next in the batting cage, Ryan waves a finger at me, saying, "Go on, get in there, you bat first, Daniel." It takes uber amounts of will power not to pout. Fortunately my will power is world renowned. I give him a 'look' and he says, "Do what you're told," and now I'd look stupid trying to argue about batting first. Ryan's showing off for Jeff ordering me to bat first. Fuck him! Taking a deep breath I pick-up a metal bat and get in the batters box, purposely not looking back at Ryan and Jeff. First pitch is a fast ball that almost hits me in the fucking head and I flop backwards on the ground. The coach says, "Good reflexes, thirteen." I get up brushing myself off and glare at the pitcher who couldn't care less. He winds-up and zooms another fast ball that I swing at defensively and by some miracle I hit it way the fuck out there." The coach calling balls and strikes, says, "Ya got the fat of the bat on that one, thirteen. Good eye/hand coordination," and he jots something on his clipboard. The next pitch I assume is his change up because it comes in slow and I take a mighty swing and twist myself in a ball missing everything. Coach mumble, "Curve ball, thirteen. Watch for that one." Another curve ball that I slice over the second baseman's head. I hit two hard grounders and the coach says, "Not bad. Next!" My heart's pounding as I walk out of the batters box and Jeff walks by me, saying, "Nice hitting, Danny." Nice luck is more like it.

Ryan hugs my shoulders, "You did great!" I nod, feeling a little less pissed-off at him, but I still say, "Yeah, not bad, but you embarrassed me again. This time in front of Jeff." Ryan shakes his head slowly like he's disgusted, "You get embarrassed too easily, Danny, and about every fucking little thing too. Fer chrissakes, am I in-charge or not?" I get that feeling in my balls again so I don't say anything as we watch Jeff hit two balls off the fence in center field. Then a swing and a miss, then two line drives and he's done. Ryan says to me, "Can you please calm down. You've been snipping at me since we left the house. Come on, Danny, lighten-up." I shrug, feeling childish, "Yeah, okay," and he goes, "How 'bout Jeff being gay, huh? Can

you believe this shit? And he loves your haircut too." I go, "I'm not sure if he's putting us on or what. It's too bizarre of a coincidence." Ryan goes, "I don't know but he seems sincere about it. How 'bout him saying he wishes he had someone like me to be strict with him... ha ha, does that rock or what!" We both chuckle with me doing mostly a phony chuckle staring at Ryan's uber blue eyes with the tinted contact lenses. He's getting sexier and sexier. Jeff comes over to us high-fiving, and we tell him, "Awesome hitting, dude." The tryout winds-down and we're back sitting in the bleachers while the coaches confer and compare their clipboard notes. If I don't make the team, as a bench player at least, what the fuck am I going to do when Ryan's at practice or playing in games three days a week? I've gotta depend on him getting me on the team somehow because I can't come watch him like some nerd. Then Skipper says, "Listen up. We're finding it hard cutting some of you boys, but we gotta do it. The rules say maximum of eighteen players. If your number's not called don't take that as an indication you're not good because you're all good. It's just that it comes down in some cases that there's someone who performed just a little better today... and that's all we coaches have to go on. A one day try-out."

He starts calling out numbers in numeric order so my suspense is over quickly. He calls out, "Okay, numbers 4, 9, 13..." and that's all I need to hear. Then I think, 'Did he say these are the numbers of the players being cut?' but Ryan and Jeff are patting my back, so I'm in. After eighteen numbers are called, Skipper tells us, "Hook-up right now with captain Theo or Mark, whichever one recruited you. The rest of you boys, thank you for coming out. You're all winners." We're getting up with Jeff saying, "We're all winner except some of us are a little bigger winner than others." Ryan says, "You two go over and check-in with Theo. I gotta take a piss," and just like that Ryan's included Jeff as his boy number two. I hope Jeff's number two... ha ha, maybe I'm number two. Jeff and I walk over to Mark with Jeff saying, "Danny, do you mind that, um, I'm kinda hooking up with you and Albert? I have friends here, but no gay friends and it's a treat to be with you two." I'm like, "No, not at all, Jeff. Are you, I don't know, um, actively gay?" He says, "If you mean have I had sex with another boy, no I haven't." Oh man, this is so unexpected and so unbelievable. Ryan thought he was the only gay guy in Georgia and in one week's time I uncover four more, not counting Ryan and me. One of Sammy's brothers tells me he's gay, gay Brad who has fucked me twice with both of us wearing neckties, then there's gay Timmy, another choir boy, plus this choir boy here, Chubby/Jeff, who seems to have the hots for Ryan. Yeah well, I knew I couldn't be the only guy in the world who thinks Ryan's sexy hot. Looks like I've finally ran into another guy who agrees with me. And it's funny how when it's Brad, Timmy, me, and Ryan it's Brad who's obviously in charge. He just assumed the leadership role and now with Ryan, me, and Jeff it's Ryan's who's obviously our leader. I'm gonna need a score card if we meet any more gay boys. It's been like a chain reaction since I met Bradford.

Ryan comes over and gets between Jeff and me putting an arm around the back of our necks, asking, "What do we need to do now?" I go, "I don't know. We're waiting for Mark to sign in the other guys he recruited." There are five guys before us and when it's our turn,Theo says, "Hey, Albert, dude!" and they slap hands. Then Theo looks at me, "Huh, I'll be dammed, ya made it! Awesome!" He tells us, "I recruited twelve guys and eight of you made the team. Some I didn't expect." Fuck you, Theo! He says to Jeff, "Hey Chubby, wassup? Dude, you didn't even need to try-out, and neither did I, or a couple of other boys, but to be fair, ya know, we participated with the recruits." We all sign a form releasing everybody in the world from responsibility if we get injured or beaned by a high fast ball and wind-up a vegetable. Then we give our measurements for uniforms. We need to provide our own footwear and gloves. If we want we can use our own bat and that's about it, except there's practice tomorrow after church. Walking towards the parking lot, Jeff asks, "You gonna do my haircut this afternoon, Albert?" He says, "Yeah, I'll do you both. It'll be early for Danny, but this way I'll get you both on the same schedule. Then it'll be every Saturday afternoon from now on." Ryan glances over at me pointing his index finger, saying, "Not a word from you." He knows I was going to complain about getting another haircut this soon, but what does it really matter if I had a haircut Monday? Plus, I get to wear a baseball cap at practice from now on, and I won't any longer be the only one with this absurd haircut. Misery loves company.

Jeff follows Ryan's Mini in a newish Volkswagen convertible. He's probably from another wealthy Marietta family. At the house Ryan sends me off to get the barber stuff that just a couple of hours ago he told me to take down to the cellar. That was after I gave Sam's brother's their haircuts this morning. When I get back with the barber toiletry kit Ryan's instructing Jeff about anal intercourse. "... probably hurt the first few times. Be sure to use plenty of lubricant. KY jelly's awesome and you can order it online." He looks up, nodding at me when I walk into the garage, saying to Jeff, "I used lots of lube while stretching Danny's rectum and anus to match my big cock, but now I do him bareback, don't I Daniel?" He seems so confidently in-charge talking to his newest convert, or should I say disciple. Okay, I'm a little jealous of Jeff, but I still get that familiar squirmy feeling in my groin admiring Ryan's leadership. All I can do is murmur, "Yes, Albert." He goes, "Set up everything for me the way I like it, okay, babe?" and he goes back to talking about gay sex with Jeff who's hanging on every word. As I put the last of the barber stuff on the long narrow table that shouldn't even be in a garage, I hear Jeff say, "I've never seen blue eyes like your's, Albert." Ryan chuckles and tells him about his tinted contact lenses. At least he's honest about it.

Ryan says, "Take off your shirt, Jeff, and hop up on that stool. And no talking while I'm doing your haircut, I need to concentrate." Jeff nods his head and quickly does what he's told, pulling his shirt off and hopping up on the stool while running his fingers through his hair. Maybe saying goodbye to it. My mind drifts back to the early threesome days of Robby, Ryan, and me. Ryan and me being Robby's twin boyfriends. Now I guess I'm going to be twin boyfriend with Jeff for Ryan. That thought almost gives me a boner. This time I'm going to try avoiding the jealousy I had competing with Ryan for Robby's attention. What goes around comes around I guess, but it comes around differently in my case. I still can't wrap my head around the fact Jeff wants this haircut of mine. It's like I'm in the twilight zone. This is so weird and the way Ryan doesn't give it a second thought about giving Jeff the haircut baffles me too. I mean Jeff left home with a lot of nice light red hair on his head and he's going home scalped. Neither Jeff nor Ryan seem to give a shit about that. It could cause Jeff trouble at home. I worry about stuff like that. I'd be asking for reassurances that Jeff's positive this bizarre haircut won't cause any kind of problem for him.

I'm leaning up against the fourth garage bay wall with my arms crossed looking at Ryan's combing through Jeff's hair the way he's seen me do before giving a haircut. I can't help but ask, "Um, Jeff, are you sure about this? I mean, what will your folks think when you come home almost bald?" Ryan gives me a dirty 'look' and says, "Shut up, Daniel! Can you please do that for me." I don't look at him but I feel a submissive bubble pop in my balls. Jeff says, "I texted both my parents, Daniel. It's summer and the shorter the hair the better." I shrug, not daring to say anything, then glance up at Ryan and see he's looking sternly at me, so I look away. He probably thinks I'm just trying to ruin his fun. He likes giving these dominant haircuts and I guess he gets his rocks off seeing us docilely sit there while he just about shaves our heads. This Jeff thing is sorta blowing my mind, and I give a thought that Ryan could have hired him. Oh fuck! that's so stupid of me! This has got to be the biggest coincidence I've ever seen... period and end of sentence. I mean, Jeff being gay and liking this haircut, and then saying I'm lucky because I have a strict gay partner. Oh sure, stuff like this happens every fucking day.

A couple of hours ago I was wondering how Ryan got so ballsy so quickly, and now this... he's got himself another 'submissive boy' and he's already got Jeff eating out of his hand. It's like Ryan's the coolest thing since the Internet. Like I said, I'd be very hesitant to give a guy a haircut like Ryan's going to do unless I'd asked if the guy was sure about six times. It's so radical! Ryan just goes ahead and does it without a second thought. Trying again to, I don't know, give Jeff a chance to change his mind, I ask, "How old are you, Jeff?" Ryan slaps the back of Jeff's head, saying, "Sit up straight, Jeff!" Then to me, "You, shut up!" Oh fuck, my balls tightened up at that. Ryan's really got this bossy-dominant thing down pat. Jeff's sitting up straight in an exaggerated manner as he tells me, "I turned nineteen almost two weeks ago, why do you ask?" I shrug, "Just wondered," then ask, "Albert, how come you don't tell Jeff to shut up?" He takes a big breath, than slowly says, "I apologize for that, Danny, I'm sorry. Now please be quiet while I'm cutting Jeffrey's hair," and he turns the clippers on. My haircut fetish is soon in full bloom watching Ryan cut Jeff's hair exactly like he does mine. He pushes Jeff's head roughly over to the side and holds it there with his left hand as he runs the clippers all the way up Jeff's head with tons of pale red hair falling to the floor. Then over and over and over again, going over the same place two and three times bearing down with the clippers to cut the hair as short as possible. That's a totally dominant haircut right there. I need to turn away or I'll cum in my pants. If I was doing that haircut I would have cum in my pants already. Neither Ryan or Jeff have even a touch of my fetish so they aren't affected. Jeff doesn't say a word, like instructed, and when I take a chance and sneak a look back at them, Ryan's running the bare clippers across the crown of Jeff's head just like he does with me. So much light red hair is on the garage floor I need to look away again. I feel weak as my groin buzzes and my boner pushes out the front of my shorts leaking precum. This fetish feels good, but it's humiliating too.

Next time I glance over Ryan's already finished outlining around Jeff's ears with the trimmer clippers and he's using both hands now to vigorously rub Jeff's mostly bald head getting snippets of hair flying off. Done that, he gives Jeff's head a rude push, saying, "You're all done, boy," and if anything Jeff looks balder than I feel when Ryan's done with me. Jeff gets up looking embarrassed, blushing and feeling his head with both hands, mumbling, "Fuck, I feel scalped. I don't know, but it seems much shorter than your's, Danny." Huh, nothing like a little reality slipping into the situation, huh Jeff? Anyway, that's how I always feel when Ryan's finished with me, like I'm scalped. What else can you say? It's close to a shaved head and like Jeff, I feel embarrassed too. Ryan likes, "And it'll be that way every week, Jeff." Jeff looks scared. It's one thing to say the haircut looks cool on me, but another to experience it first hand. Ryan says, "Lets go, get over here, Danny! I'll shape you up too." I walk over pulling off my shirt and then sit meekly on the stool. I feel meek, I feel submissive, and what's more... I like it. I feel my head too while Ryan's using a tiny little brush cleaning the clippers. My hair feels fuzzy on top. Ryan glances at me and sees I'm staring at him, so he asks, "Feeling submissive?" I nod my head and he mumbles, "You'll probably feel it a lot more by the time I'm done with your haircut."

Ryan's satisfied the clippers are clean as he snaps at me, "And sit the fuck up straight! What is it lately with you and slouching? Do you ever see me slough?" I mumble meekly, "No, Albert." I sit up straight pushing my boner to the side so it isn't as obvious? Jeff's still rubbing his hair with one hand and looking at his reflection in the handheld mirror that he's holding in his other hand. He sort of whines, "Albert, this definitely is shorter than it looked on Danny." Ryan says, "That because his hair has grown out just enough to lose the crisp look that your haircut has, but his will look the same when I done with him." Jeff looks doubtful and Ryan adds, "Plus your hair isn't as dense as Danny's so you're seeing more of your scalp than shows on Danny's head. That's actually the major factor why you think your haircut is shorter. It's not. Anyway, get used to it because that's the look I like on you boys, the just-cut crisp look and it's why I insist on weekly haircuts for both of you." I see Ryan's lips twitch, and then be inexplicably bends over laughing out-loud for real, probably realizing that he sounds like a jackass. Or maybe he's loving this expanded role for him, one that he can hardly believe... twice as many submissive boys to boss around. Taking a deep breath, Ryan controls his laughter as Jeff and I stare at him dumbfounded. He says, "Oh man, everything just struck me as kinda funny, that's all boys." Then he chuckles again and mumbles, "Oh man, get it together." Jeff frowns, and Ryan says, "It's a long story, Jeff... ha ha ha, this is all kinda unexpected, but you two are awesome and I really mean that." He's loving his new found power I guess.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't love Ryan's confidence too, but I also hate it. I'm conflicted and then when my two fetishes gang up on me I'm helpless. Separately they're strong, but when they're combined like when Ryan dominantly gives me this haircut it's both intensely sexual as well as borderline humiliating. It's like my submissive and haircut fetishes go wild. And it's not that Ryan's trying to humiliate me, it's all in my head. Ryan wastes no time as he pushes my head over and runs the clippers all the way up the side. I feel like I'm going to cum in my pants right from the start. My haircut fetish was blazing while watching Ryan dominantly do the haircut on Jeff. So I was right on the verge of blowing my load anyway, and when Ryan does the back of my head taking the bare clippers over onto the top, I do a

gasping moan, hump my hips and a long stream of cum shoots off in my pants. My boner buzzes and quivers. Ryan stops, waiting for me to finish my orgasm as he explains to Jeff about my haircut fetish. Jeff's staring with his mouth open. Most of what Ryan's explaining to Jeff is just unintelligible murmuring sounds in my ears as I hump again moaning with sexual pleasure and shooting more cum in my pants, and then I'm weak, my body's more docile than ever and my mind a fog or sexual sensations.

I hardly realize Ryan's continuing the haircut, roughly pushing my head this way and that. I'm aware when the bare clippers are going over the crown of my head again, but that's all I'm aware of. When he's done, and telling me, "You're done, boy," I'm deeply into a submissive trance. Jeff's looking scared again as he stares at me, hardly believing his eyes. Guess he's never seen anyone totally dominated into a trance like Ryan can do to me at times. Ryan squeezes the back of my neck, saying, "Clean up in here, Danny, I'm gonna show Jeff around. And after cleaning all the hairs off the floor, change your fucking pants." I murmur, "Sure, okay, Albert." He says, "Good boy," and then rubs Jeff's head grinning at him, asking, "How's that feel, Jeffrey?" Jeff's leaning into Ryan forgetting about me as he says, "It feel extremely short. I'm gonna send a selfie to my parents so they don't faint when they see me." and Ryan says, "You do that. Didn't you tell me you're an 'extreme' guy? This haircut's perfect for you." Huh, I could never be that blasé. I'd be worried about Jeff's parent's reaction if I gave him that haircut. Jeff can't stop feeling the sandpaper feel of his head as he follows Ryan to the door. While rubbing his head again, I hear Jeff say, "That's one of the oddest things I've ever seen. Danny's, um, trance or whatever it was, and him spontaneously shooting off in his pants without touching his cock. Did you see the big wet cum stain? Jesus!" Ryan goes, "It's nothing new. He's a sensually awesome boy, that Danny Newman." Jeff says, "I guess it's because you have the sexiest way of handling him firmly, but with love too. I wouldn't mind at all if you..." If you 'something' I don't hear, and then Ryan says something but they're outside so I didn't hear that either.

As I sweep up the hair, which consists almost entirely of Jeff's long pale red hairs mixed in my tiny blond hair clippings barely an eight of an inch long. While sweeping, my submissive trance quickly fizzles out and now I feel scalped again. Yeah I do feel scalped, but Ryan might be right about me getting used to the haircut because I care less about it now then I did even five days ago. Many people have seen my haircut by now so it's like yesterday's news by now. Even my friends back home, most of them have seen me with Ryan's haircut. He was giving me these haircuts a month before we left Merrimack breaking me in to what I could expect this summer. Yeah, it's not that big a deal anymore, but try telling that to my haircut fetish. Today it was flaring hotly while I watched Jeff lose all his pretty hair. Oh well, I'm feeling normal again. Done cleaning everything up, I take the toiletry kit back down to the basement where Ryan gave me my last haircut. I'm also trying to feel myself out to determine whether I'm glad or not that Jeff's in the picture now. I think it might be a good thing, but then again.

On the third floor I take off my cum saturated underwear and shorts, wipe all around my cock, and balls and put clean clothes on. Then I run into Mrs. W. in the kitchen on my way back out. "Oh, Daniel! You startled me. I didn't know you were in the house." I'm like, "Sorry, Mrs. Wilcox. Albert just gave me and a friend haircuts, and he told me to take the barber stuff to the basement." She goes, "Albert has you running in circles, Daniel. You don't need to do all his errands you know." I say, "Yes, ma'am," and she goes, "You two are so funny with those haircuts." Looking at my head, she mumbles, "God, it's a short haircut." I say, "Yes, ma'am," and she asks, "Who's the friend? Did Albert give him this same haircut?" I say, "Yes ma'am, he did. The friend is Jeff Bell," and she goes, "Oh, Margie's son. That's very interesting. Oh my, wait'll Margie see Jeffrey with Albert's haircut." I say, "Um, Jeff said he was going to send his mother a selfie," and she asks, "What in the world is that?" I tell her and she says, "Oh Lord, what'll she think? Tell me something, Daniel, do you boys do whatever Albert tells you?" I go, "Mostly, yes ma'am, we do." I'd like to ask why she thinks it's interesting that Jeff Bell's the friend, but I don't. She's busy putting groceries away in the pantry, saying over her shoulder, "Tell Albert to invite Jeffrey for dinner with us tonight. He's such a nice agreeable boy, isn't he?" Her facial expression and the way she said that is curious. Then she adds, "Albert should have made friends with Jeffrey before this. I mean considering you three have so much in common and all?" Another mysterious comment that I just nod at because I don't know how to respond to It. The obvious inference is Mrs. W. suspected Jeff of being gay and now she feels she's confirmed it. Maybe Jeff's parents expressed concerns along those lines to Mr. and Mrs. W. at the country club.

I don't know how to break-off our conversation without seeming rude, and then she helps me out, "Go on, Daniel, tell Albert what I said about dinner. Also you boys should be thinking about getting ready for dinner in an hour or so." Grateful for an exit line, I say, "Yes, ma'am," and out the door I go checking my watch. It's only twenty minutes after five. Lighting a cigarette I walk around the garage and see Jeff and Ryan sitting on the bench in the gazebo talking. I walk up and Ryan grins, "Get your ass over here, Danny," and when I do he says, "Bring your head down." I lean over knowing what he's going to do. Chuckling he rubs both Jeff's and my head, saying, "This is awesome. My two boys with identical specialty haircuts by me... oh fuck, this is so cool!" I straighten-up thinking Ryan's going over the deep end here.

He looks at me patting the bench next to him, saying, "Sit on the other side of me, Daniel." I sit and Ryan puts his arms behind Jeff's and my necks, he laughs a little laugh at some private joke, then asks me, "Do you think having twin boyfriends is giving me a big head, Danny?" I go, "Um, yeah, obviously it is," and he laughs again, "Yeah, I think you're right, I'm getting giddy at my recent good fortune." I shrug and glance over at Jeff who shrugs back, then grins. He's a happy kid always laughing or smiling. Ryan goes, "Seriously, I going to mellow out a little, but can you believe we're into the twin boyfriend situation again?" Slowly shaking my head, I say, "It is hard to believe, but I was thinking that exact same thought when sweeping the garage." Jeff asks, "What's that, the twin boyfriend thing?" Ryan explains what happened early in our freshman year with Rob. Jeff's like, "You

two were competing for this guy, Rob's, attention, huh?" Ryan says, "Hardly a competition. I didn't have a prayer against Dyl, um, Danny. The competition didn't last long." Jeff goes, "You boys have been so lucky. You've had

boyfriends like forever and I've never had a single one." Ryan's hand comes off Jeff's shoulder to rub the back of his closely barbered head, saying, "You've got a boyfriend now," and Jeff' chuckles, "Oh, just like that I'm your boyfriend? What about Danny?" Ryan looks at me sort of chuckling, saying, "You and Danny are my submissive twin boyfriends." I smirk at Ryan, and mutter, "Oh fuck, here we go again." Ryan laughs and Jeff smiles, not knowing what's so funny.

I go, "I almost forgot Albert, your mother wants you to invite Jeff for dinner tonight." He goes, "Really?" and I shrug, "That's what she said. She know's Jeff's mother." Jeff says, "I didn't know that," and I look at Jeff, "Um, let me ask you something, Jeff. No offense, but are you sure your parents don't know you're gay?" He says, "Yeah, I'm sure, how could they know?" Ryan says, "My parents didn't know. They were shocked, but um, why would you ask Jeff that?" I go, "Don't know for sure, but I think I picked-up some innuendo or something from your mother when I told her Jeff was with us, and you gave him a haircut too. She said something about the three of us having a lot in common." Ryan looks at Jeff, "Could your parents have picked up some vibes from you and wondered if you're gay." Jeff says, "Like me never having a girlfriend, you mean?" I go, "That, or maybe something you said,

or better yet maybe they accidentally saw what you were viewing on your laptop." He blushes bright red again, "Holy shit, yeah, I never thought of that. I sometimes leave my laptop on and they might have seen some gay porn on it, but they've never said anything to me." I go, "It's a ticklish subject for some." Ryan mumbles, "Whatever, we're just guessing. Do ya wanna stay for dinner?" Jeff says, "Yeah, but first I'm taking that selfie I mentioned and sending it to my parents so they'll know how I look with your speciality haircut." He seems proud of it now. It didn't take him long to get used to it.

Looking at Jeff as he's holding his iPhone away, taking his selfie, I'm thinking his head definitely looks worse than mine. Ryan cut both our hair the exact same shortness, but he's right when he told Jeff his hair isn't dense and therefore his scalp is visible on the top of his head too. Obviously all around the sides and back of our heads the hair is so short our scalp's in plain sight, but his is on top too, and mine isn't. How the fuck could he like that look?! Weird, but it's apparently no big deal to him. Maybe I make a big fuss over this haircut because my fetish fucks-up my thinking. It's almost like I feel guilty enjoying it so much that I decide to hate it. I'm basically the only one who's made a fuss about it. Sure, guys have commented and said this haircut sucks, like Sam's brother, Major, but that's it. A comment one time and they forget about it. Jeff sure doesn't seem self conscious about his haircut. He can't fuckin' wait to send a picture of himself to his parents. Looking at Ryan, he seems as happy and relaxed as I've ever seen him as he laughs looking at the selfie Jeff took and emailed home. Then Jeff shows me and I go, "Dude, you look bad-ass." Not!

Jeff gets a text right back and he laughs, "My mom says, 'OMG!'," and he shows us. The full text was, 'OMG! You're a good looking young man, Jeffrey.' And he is. I look at him trying to test if I'm jealous that he's somehow already become my twin boyfriend, and I don't think I am... not yet anyway. He'd be hard to dislike. I mean I might have quick moments of jealousy, but nothing significant. Jeff texts back about staying for dinner and his mother tell him it's okay and he should say 'Hi' to Albert's mother for her. Ryan puts his arms around both of us again and gives us a squeeze, then says to me, "Jeff and I were talking about guys making-out and he thinks that's too girlie." Jeff says, "Definitely! Doing the male role of fucking your buddy up the ass is macho and then letting him blow you is borderline okay too, but anything more than that is queer and I'm no queer." I go, "Ha! You've got a lot to learn, my friend. Don't you know what it means to be submissive? Albert called us his submissive twin boyfriends. You don't do the fucking unless your dominant partner wants you too." Ryan says, "Yeah, Jeff, listen to Danny. Nobody knows 'submissive' better than him," and he chuckles, grinning at me. Maybe I know a lot about it, but no one experienced it more than Ryan. He sees me giving him a 'look' and knows what I'm thinking. He mumbles to me, "Please, lets not go into that just yet. Let me enjoy my fifteen minutes of fame." He'd be humiliated if Jeff, or anyone for that matter, knew his past experiences being a super-submissive.

Jeff's almost laying on Ryan, seemingly very comfortable having Ryan's arm around him. He goes, "Fuck, yeah, I see what you mean about being submissive, but I'd rather be dominant and be on top doing the fucking." Ryan says, "Both the submissive and the dominant partner are equally important. Ya can't have one without the other. And being submissive now doesn't mean you won't be dominant later." I say, "Anyway, Jeff, most gay guys are basically neither. Maybe it'll turn out you're neither, but you'll never find out is you're never sexually active. And I'm not suggesting you be sexually active. Only you know when it's the right time for that." Ryan goes, "I don't know, Daniel, I think there's a little bit of sub/dom in almost every relationship... straight, bi, or gay." I shrug, "You might be right, but right now Jeff is far from dominant. I think we can agree on that." Looking at Jeff, Ryan says, "Yeah, until further notice, Jeff/Chubby you're my submissive boy and when you're ready, I fuck my submissive boys up their ass, don't I Danny?" I go, "Yep," and Jeff asks me, "Do you like it?" and I go, "Yep," and Ryan says, "You will too, Jeff, when you're ready. Maybe after dinner," and he laughs again. I've never seen him laugh this much. Jeff mumbles, "Okay, I'm your submissive boyfriend, but I'm changing my mind. You can't take my cherry today because I'm not ready to go that far." Ryan goes, "It's your decision for sure, Jeff. You can stay a virgin forever if you want."

We drop that subject, but I'd love to see Ryan plowing Jeff's cute ass, and I wouldn't mind plowing it myself. Today might lead to nothing more than the haircut, or it might lead to something hot and sexy. If it does it'll be because of Ryan, not me. Jeff's obviously impressed with him, and has a crush on him already. I don't get why I'm not attracting anyone here in the south. No, that's not right because of Brad, who's sexier and hotter than this pussy Jeff. Ha ha, that wasn't very nice. Ryan's saying something, then he goes, "Earth to Danny," and I go, "What?" He says, "I was telling you to lend Jeff a pair of your khakis and a dress shirt when we're getting ready for dinner. He's your height and all." I go, "Sure, Albert, no problem." We get up and walk around to the garage with both Jeff and I feeling our shorn heads, then grinning at each other when we notice we're doing the same thing. He goes, "It feels good, doesn't it?" I go, "Yeah, I guess it does at

that, Jeff." He says, "You look good with that haircut, how about me?" I say, "You look sexy good," and he laughs, then says, "Hot damn, I'm glad I met you boys. I feel liberated and free to be myself. Like I'm not alone anymore, ya know? I have friends, but it's different in a good way to be with gay friends." I nod, then rub his head and he laughs rubbing mine. He's really cute with a nice laugh and an awesome smile. We're just a couple of silly submissive boys walking behind dominant Ryan. What bullshit that is, but I gotta admit it's kinda fun. Ya know, I guess I should feel liberated too. I'm isolated here in Georgia and free to act as goofily submissive as I want. No one's gonna know back home. I'm Daniel when I'm here and it's like a 'Get out of jail free' card. I can act as submissive as I want, doing stuff I wouldn't think of doing if Rob and Chubby were around to see it. I've had flings with dog collars and butt plugs in my wilder days, so I don't need to go that route again, but I could if I wanted to. Here it's like, what do I care what these people think about the stranger Daniel Newman? I'm never going to see anyone from here again after July.

In the garage Ryan pulls the tarp off his motorbike. Jeff's like, "Cool, it's almost like mine," and now they have something else in common. They talk motorbike talk for awhile and then Ryan says, "Danny, I'm gonna give Jeff a ride on my bad-ass motorbike. We won't be long," and he hands Jeff 'my' helmet. They gets on the motorbike with Jeff getting on behind him and wrapping his arms around Ryan who revs the engine and then takes off in a jack rabbit start leaving rubber in the garage. I hear Jeff squealing as Ryan does that sharp turn at the curve of the driveway with the bike almost laying over on it's side. Huh. Lighting a cigarette I walk back to the gazebo to smoke it. I'm wondering if Ryan remembers that we're suppose to meet Brad and Timmy tonight. Checking my cell phone for Brad's address, then getting direction to his house, I happily discover it's less than two miles from here. In the gazebo I forget all about being 'liberated' turning my attention to my real life as 'Dylan Newman'. I'm smoking while reading texts and emails from the boys back home, and the two in Texas.

I get immersed in their lives, smiling at what they text, seeing all their cute faces in my head. Everyone tells me they're doing good and they miss me. Chubby sent me a long email listing twenty-five things he misses about me the most. He says this is the first twenty-five of a thousand he'll be sending me. Oh god, he's awesome! He's already broken-up with one girlfriend because of the different size tits she has. He says it throws him off his 'game when he feels them and he thinks he's with two different girls at the same time. The dream, the one he claims he had about this girl, left him with two dicks, one shorter than the other. He blames that as the reason he had to break-up with her. He says he charmed a pretty Japanese girl who was selling perfume samples in Macy's and he's taking her out tonight to see if she's 'easy'. Oh brother! I never know how much is bull shit and how much is true but I smile the whole time I'm reading his email. He signed it, 'Love, Chubby', which made my eyes feel funny because I know that's not bull shit. Then Robby's email is full of details about work and the meetings he attends for the big project that's still almost a year away. After that he tells me about Danny Monday and how Danny wants to quit but he's staying on until Robby gets a replacement. No more details about that curious development. After the detailed stuff Robby gets into the 'love' stuff and he's so sweet and sincere it makes me cry with my heart full of love for this uniquely wonderful boy who I've known now for over three loving years. We're bound together almost as tightly as Chubby and me. I reread both emails and then go to Dodgers and it makes me laugh out loud reading about his unusual view of the world. He hints at sex between him and Connor, but mostly about him and one of the cooks who he says always dips his dick in the soup before serving it. There are emails from Connor who writes exactly like the sweet unassuming person he is in life, and Seth who's always reminds me of Connor. Then texts from Sonny and Cory and even ones from Bean and Dawg who wants to know when I can give them a haircut... ha ha, like I'm in the vicinity. The next thing I know forty-five minutes has passed and I haven't answered any of the emails. I haven't even read all the texts, but where the fuck are Ryan and Jeff? Did they have an accident? Putting my cellphone away I walk back around to the garage, but no motorbike, so what the fuck? Now I'm worried.

Not knowing what else to do with myself, I go back to the gazebo to wait and less then five minutes later I hear the rumble of the motorbike's exhaust pipes. I'm back at the garage just as Jeff comes roaring up with Ryan behind him, hugging him. They get off the bike all smiles and doing high-fives. "Awesome way you handled this bike, Jeff," then to me, "Sorry we were gone so long, we lost track of the time, Daniel." I go, "It's six-fifteen so shouldn't we start getting ready for dinner?" Ryan puts the motorbike in the garage and covers it with the tarp, saying, "Yeah, let Jeff shower in your room, Danny. He'll be putting on your clothes and all. I'll meet you guys in my room no later that five-minutes-of-seven." In the kitchen Ryan says 'hello' to his mother and then kisses her on the cheek, startling her, but she seems pleased by the show of affection. Then she says, "It's so nice you can dine with us tonight, Jeffrey," and he goes, "Thank you, my mother says 'Hi'." Mrs. W. goes, "Oh, how nice. We play golf together you know, a wonderful woman, your mother." Jeff says, "Yes, ma'am," and Mrs. W. looks at Jeff's head shaking her's slowly, asking, "Why do you boys let Albert give you those haircuts?" Jeff and I look at each other a second, then he says, "Daniel and I like the way Albert cuts our hair. Don't we, Daniel?" I go, "Yes, and he likes to do it too, so we're good with it." She looks at Ryan, grinning, "So now you have two boys trying to please you, Albert. Well, I'm glad for all of you, now please scat and get cleaned-up for dinner." We all mumble, "Yes ma'am," and we're on our way upstairs with me saying, "Are we pumping your tires enough for you, Albert?" He goes, "You're doing good, thank you... heh heh, keep it up." At the second floor, Ryan says, "You boys heard what I said. See you in thirty-five minutes," and we both say, "Yes, Albert," and then Jeff and I chuckle at what dweebs we are to let him boss us around like that. Going up to the third floor Jeff says, "Ryan says I'm his number two boy," and he laughs, adding, "I'm gonna win the number one spot from you." I go, "Oh balls, it's deja vu all over again," and he laughs, mumbling, "Yeah, you're not gonna be any competition, not like Jeff said about you with that other guy." I ask, "You mean, Rob?" and Jeff goes, "Yeah, whoever he is." Jeff's one of those guys who you quickly feel you've know for much longer than just meeting him a few hours ago.

In my bedroom I ask, "Do you wanna shower first?" He says, "Why not take a shower together. You're not shy about being naked are you?" I shrug, "Not that I've noticed, in fact I like being naked." Again I'm thinking, 'This kid is one surprise after another!' We get naked and he goes, "Holy shit you shave your pubes and you have a nip ring. You're one cool dude, ain't cha?" I go, "Nice of you to notice," as I check out his equipment. An average five inch dick and normal size nuts. His orange pubic hairs remind me so much of Sonny. Huh, yeah Sonny, and I used to think he gave me short haircuts. I actually miss that little ball-buster. Jeff says, "Hey, would you shave my pubes for me?" I laugh thinking he's kidding, but looking at him I see he's not, so I'm like, "Sure, I guess," and we go into the bathroom. There's another surprise right there! Sitting on the toilet seat lid with naked Jeff in front of me, I use scissors first carefully closing the blades against his skin creating a shower of curly orange pubic hairs drifting to the floor. Holding his cock in my left hand I close the scissor blades again and again and again cutting off most of his pubic hairs. Then, stroking his cock a few times, I mumble, "I'll get the rest with my safety razor in the shower." He mumbles, "Thanks, I really appreciate you doing this for me. I feel gay for real now and I liked you holding my dick. That felt good." Standing up, I go, "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, and by the way, you smell good." He laughs leaning over to smell my shoulder. Laughing again, he says, "You do too. I can't tell you how cool this is." I mumble, "Yeah, it's pretty cool," and he asks, "Don't ya think Albert's the sexiest guy ever?" I say, "He's sexy alright," but I don't say I know a much sexier guy. Why complicate things. I'm like, "You seem awfully comfortable with all this considering you've never had sex." He says, "No, I've never had sex, but I had a buddy at school last year and we'd mess around together naked all the time, jerking each other off and stuff." I chuckle, "You don't consider that sex, huh?"

After using a dry hand towel to gather up his pubic hairs on the floor, we get most of them in the toilet and flush it. Round and round go the bright orange hairs until, oops, they're all gone. I say, "Your pubes will grow back in a little while and probably be itchy for a few days." When the water's the right temperature we get in the shower stall and both of us turn around under the flow of water getting wet all over. Taking the can of shaving cream from the ledge and shaking it, I move Jeff away from the direct spay and lather his groin area. His torso is hairless but he has very hairy legs that look sexy. Now all the hairs are soaked flat against his legs of course, but when dry the curly pale red hairs made his thin legs sexy, mostly on his calves. It's funny, but hairy legs don't seem to go with the rest of him; for instance, his hairless chest and baby face with not even a hint of peach fuzz yet. At least I've got some peach fuzz finally, which I shave hoping to encourage a little something in the way of a skimpy beard. Kneeling down with the shower spray hitting mostly on me I carefully shave Jeff's pubic area moving his cock here and there in my fist, keeping it out of harms way. It's kind of a cute penis, one I'd like to see boned-up. Naturally I'd also like to suck him off, but I won't unless he says it's okay. For now though I've shaved him as clean as a new born babe. He'd probably let me shave his legs too except I like his hairy legs so I don't mention it.

Done with the shaving I rub my fingers all around his cock and under his balls feeling nothing but smooth skin. "Feel it, Jeff," and he does with me still holding his cock to the side noticing the beginnings of a woody. "Ya ever been sucked off?" He shakes his head, so I go, "Would you like to see what it's like?" I stroke his cock a few more times getting it firmer. He grunts moving his feet, then says, "Yes, I'd like to see what it's like." I'm still on my knees so I put the head of his firm cock in my mouth, water pinging off the top of my almost bald head. His dick firms up hard in thirty seconds as Jeff's making all kinds of groaning and moaning sounds. He's got a hand on each of my shoulders holding on like he'd collapse without the support. He's kinda bent over like he's trying to keep his cock away from my

mouth, his head's down close to mine, but he can't stand still as I suck and lick his five inch cock that's gotta be sending off some awesome pleasure signals to his brain. Wow, his dick really gets hard, so I adjust my head's position and take Jeff's boner in my throat, just the head and maybe a half-inch of the shaft. He squawks putting both hand behind my head pulling my face against his smoothly shaved groin and belly, then starts humping against my face moving his boner in my throat. When his body gets tight and he's leaning against my face making a desperate long moaning sound I know he's having his orgasm. It's shooting straight down my throat so I can't taste it. Seems like a lot going down my throat though. He's done in fifteen seconds pulling his now flaccid penis from my mouth and sitting on the floor with his legs pulled back and his arms hugging his legs against his chest, his back arching against the tile wall. He's shaking and gasping for air. Probably held his breath the entire ninety seconds it took me to suck him off.

As he sits there I shampoo the stubble of hair left on his head, then tell him to keep his eyes and mouth closed and I use the handheld shower head to rinse the shampoo. After doing the same for my head, and without him saying a word since climaxing, I go, "We don't have a lot of time, but would you like to feel my cock up your ass, maybe just the head so you'll get an idea what it's like?" He's shaking his head, still clutching his arms around the front of his knees. If I rolled him over so his forehead is on the shower floor and he stays in a ball like this, he'd be in the same position I was in when Ryan fucked me recently in bed, except my face was in a pillow. Jeff sits there not talking, sort of rocking back and forth slightly as I shower. When I've rinsed off I help him stand and bath him. I give a thought to sticking a soapy finger up his ass but don't because that would be taking advantage of him. Rinsing him off Jeff finally mumbles, "Sorry I've been such a dork, but that was intense." We step out of the shower stall and I hand him a towel. While drying, I say, "You acted like most guys when getting their first good blow job. It's startling the intensity of your orgasm, right?" He nods, "Yeah, it was something I've never felt before." We look at each other as we finish drying, then he goes, "Um, I would like to feel the head of your dick in my ass. Just the head!" I'm like, "Yeah, okay." and reach in the cabinet under the sink for my KY jelly, then tell him, "Take hold of my cock and stroke a boner on me." He takes my cock in his hand, saying, "I've done this more than a few times with Troy."

He's so cute and innocent. I'm rubbing his head thinking back to the haircuts Ryan gave both of us and the way he just did it without concern for what we want. Can't blame him I guess. Jeff asked for it and I don't have a choice, but still he showed no mercy. It's when he's running the bare clippers on top at the crown of my head that gets to me the most. It's so dominant of him. That's a statement move right there, and it leaves no doubt who's in-charge. I'd never be able to do that because I'd feel too much compassion for the guy and wouldn't want to mess up his hair that badly, and I don't get-off like Ryan does from being dominant. That's one reason he's the boss and I'm not. He does it the way he wants even knowing I for one don't want a haircut like this. If he just didn't do that one thing of using bare clippers on the top-back part of our heads the haircut would be a well-cut very short buzz cut, but he wants it 'his' specialty haircut. I'll bet there isn't another nineteen year old in the whole fucking state of Georgia who would 'like' this haircut, other than Jeff. Now Ryan's emboldened further, not that he wasn't pretty embolden anyway. I'm looking at the expression of concentration on Jeff's face as he strokes my cock, staring at it. He finally mutters, "Damn nice penis." I'm getting hard from the stroking, but also from my thoughts about Ryan's confident demeanor of late. I go, "Whoa, that's good. See the bubble of precum," and he goes, "Yeah, I kinda got you aroused, huh?" I push his hand away, "You could say that, yeah," and put some jelly on the head of my cock, asking, "You sure about this, Jeff?" He nods, "I'm getting excited about it actually."

When my cock's good and slippery, I says, "Turn around and I'll put some of this lubricant on you asshole." He looks apprehensive but turns around and I wipe some lube right on his rosebud anus. Jeff's body jerk as the tip of my finger goes in. Reassuring him, I mumble, "It's only my finger. I want to get you lubed up really good." I can't help think that maybe if I play this right Jeff will be the fifth or sixth cherry I've broken. My finger goes in some more as his sphincter muscle closes tightly on it. It's going to feel fantastic when that tight sphincter closes on my dick. Then, oops! I ask, "Um, when was the last time you took a crap?" He says, "This morning and as soon as your finger went in my ass I felt like I had to 'go' again right now." I say, "Well do it then," and he goes, "Not with you watching." I shrug and walk out of the bathroom stroking my hard cock feeling kinda horny about getting my dick inside him. I hear him grunting and groaning so he must be straining that stool I felt in his ass. Looking at my finger I make a face. Gonna need to wash that finger before dinner, then Ryan calls up the secret staircase. "You guys almost ready?" Oh fuck! Right away I start wiping the jelly off my dick using a sock I wore today. When Jeff comes out of the bathroom, he says, "I cleaned my ass really good." I've got my underwear on. "We've run out of time, but how about we ask Albert if there's something we can work out after dinner?" He says, "Okay, but if he's going to be there I'd like him to be the first one who puts a dick in my ass, no offense." There goes my fifth or sixth broken cheery. I say, "Of course, no offense taken Jeff, whatever you decide, but his cock is much bigger than mine, just saying it's huge..."

We choose which of my clothes he'll wear with him picking out my favorite dress shirt. The blue one that fits my body perfectly. It fits his body perfectly too, as he asks, "Um, exactly how big is Albert's cock?" I say, "BIG," and his eyes get big, "Really?" When dressed he looks good except for his sneakers, but I only have the loafers I'm wearing. But wait, I get him my pair of Sperry top-siders which are almost like loafers and better than sneakers, especially when considering the Wilcox dinner dress code. We're standing next to each other looking at ourselves in the big mirror over the dresser. Jeff goes, "Damn, we look good, dude. You're a little better looking than me, but we could easily be brothers or maybe twins." Huh, the kid's a dreamer! Yeah, but we are the same size, both have light complexion's with identical haircuts that are so short it's hard to tell if our hair is blond or strawberry blond. And like I said, he's cute, so I say, "How about a brotherly kiss," and he snorts, then goes, "You really want to do that?" I say, "Yeah, I do, you're cute enough to eat." Taking a deep breath and letting it out noisily, he closes his eyes leaning his head towards me, saying, "Go ahead then." My hand goes behind his head as I lean over and my lips close on his to suck lightly as my tongue works it way against his teeth and he opens his mouth a little with my tongue sliding on his tongue. Jeff pulls his head away laughing and saying, "No fair, you used your tongue." I'm laughing too, but hear Ryan coming up the steps so I go, "Time for dinner twin," and Ryan comes in, "What the fuck have you two been up to?" I say, "Not much except I shaved Jeff's pubes and blew him." With a chuckle, Ryan goes, "No penetration?" I say, "Jeff is saving that for you." Ryan puts his arm around our new sex toy as we start down the steps with Ryan asking Jeff, "You want to try it after dinner?" Jeff's like, "With you, yeah, Albert." I'm coming down the steps behind them, saying, "Albert, don't forget we have that party thing with Brad." He looks back, "We'll bring Jeff with us." Oh boy.

to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat2o@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com

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