OLIVER'S ADVENTURES
Chapter 19 (Alexander II)
by Donny Mumford
A 'Counting Crows' CD is playing, the tag line, 'I'm alright, I just can't get home tonight', is cool. The music's blasting from my Mini Cooper's eight speakers, the convertible's top's up because it's a cold, windy day in late November, and as I sing along, there's a smile on my face; this is the first of of a ten day Thanksgiving vacation. A break from college and a nice change of pace. I've got the Mini cruising down the highway at seventy miles an hour. My parents are under the impression I'm leaving tomorrow, driving directly to their place. Well, they got the second part right, I will be at their place tomorrow afternoon, but I'm leaving the University heading for a little secret sleep-over at Alexander North's condo tonight. Mom and Dad would be hurt to think I'd use a day of vacation to spend with Alexander rather than with them, so I won't mention it to them. I'm kind of anxious to see Alexander and this time, surprisingly, it's not because I'm horny. I've been fucking Joey on a regular basis for the last week or so and I've also enjoyed a few sexy encounters with hot Randy Rider so I'm not especially horny. With Randy and me it's been strictly oral sex, although he's mentioned tying me me up and giving me the fucking of my life. Yipes! With Joey, it's been exclusively me fucking him. He doesn't wants to fuck me until all his casts are removed so he can get his arms involved in the action. Frankly, I'm looking forward to that.
I've had the strongest urge to suck Joey's cock from day one, and I did a little of that before we got into fucking for the first time together. Joey's said something about taking over our roommate sex as soon his arm strength is close to normal. I'm hoping he isn't kidding me about that because I'd love to discover a fully healed Joey with a secret dominant personality. He's got the baby face and he's younger than me, but when healthy he'll be stronger than me and a dominant Joey would really be something. Actually it wouldn't surprise me if he is dominant; he's an athlete and most athletes are aggressive, or at least not passive. My sex life has never been as good as it's been lately and the future looks even brighter. It seems luck has done a hundred and eighty degree turn around for me in the last nine months. So, while I'm not especially horny, I want to spend some time with bossy Alexander anyway because I like the take-charge sex he laid on me the last time we were together. He opened my eyes to a new Alexander and I want to try that new version again doing everything the way Alexander wants it done as his submissive sex partner. He's a tall, good looking, well built twenty year old and he has a very sexy way about him. Alexander's approach to sex seems to follow the same general sexual guidelines that Randy Rider prefers. I already mentioned that Randy wants to tie me up and fuck me and I'm not real sure what to make of that although I think he's serious and I'd be lying if I said it didn't interest me some. Made a promise to myself months ago to be willing to try new stuff and be extra adventurous while I'm young. "Tying me up and fucking me like I've never been fucked before," is just the sort of thing Alexander might say too. Randy and Alexander are two peas in a pod as far as taking charge of sexual situation goes. I'm guessing they both pretty much insist on being in that role when sex is involved with anyone, not just me.
I like Alexander, but not as much as I use to because he's changed from the sweet boy I knew in Wildwood to an overly confident guy who's a bit stuck on himself. At the same time I've also gotta admit that the wicked hot sex he puts on me can make me overlook a lot of deficits in the general area of his personality. For the record, I'm also well aware that he messes around with every boy who will let him get away with it, I know that, and Alexander knows that I know that, so we have no illusions about each other. Sex buddies, that's us. See, I can be a realist at times and I'm aware Alexander considers me one of his 'boys' too. That doesn't matter to me, it's a hot sexy fun thing being one of his boys and I'm anxious to see what he has up his sleeve for me this trip. An excursion into the uncharted waters of Alexander North's Delaware adventures; kind of like a thrill ride on the Wildwood boardwalk. It can be scary, but deep down I know I'm safe with him. This sort of thing isn't for everyone, but it is for me. The drive to Delaware goes as expected and I'm pulling up to his place now. Alexander's outside his barbershop leaning up against the door smoking a cigarette. Parking at the curb down from the shop, I'm right on time at a little after six o'clock. There's a chunky, nice looking guy next to Alexander drinking a YooHoo. Has to be, Anthony, the hairstylist and assistant manager who I saw briefly the last time I was here. Neither of the two see me park so I get out of my car and, trying to surprise them, quietly sauntered up the brick sidewalk of this upscale strip mall without calling out to them. Alexander's telling Anthony something I can't hear, but the way Anthony paying attention he's probably one of Alexander's 'boys' too.
Using a high pitched, dorky voice, I screech, "Excuse me Mr Rich People, I'm looking for the Alexander North Hair Salon, appointments-only. Can you help me find this expensive clip joint?" Watching the side of his face I see Alexander's initial pissed-off frown like, 'Who's this asshole?', but then he looks over and see me. Huge smile, which appears sincere, and I get a big hug, but no kiss when I get to him. He's telling Anthony, "This is who we're waiting for, my friend, Oliver Nickerson. He's always had this delusion that he's funny." Anthony gives me a weak smile and a limp hand which I try to shake, but it slips out of my grasp. Alexander and I precede to tell each other how great we're doing in our respective lives and then we make a bit of small talk about the sports scene, and then this from Alexander, "Well Oliver, to be honest with ya, that new haircut of your's sucks. Why didn't ya wait till you got down here, ya dummy!" He chuckles as he and Anthony ridicule the efforts of the Campus Barbershop barber, and by extension me. I endure this with an appropriate chastised expression on my face. Then Alexander turns his attention back to me and says, "I wanted Anthony here to style your hair to fit in with this evening's festivities, but your hair's already too short for that." After I pretend to be concerned for a second, then I say, "So sorry, but you never mentioned a word of this to me, and anyway the barber just evened out the top. Your last haircut was so short this is how long it grew in since then." Alexander's incredulous that I'd say I didn't know about the party, and he replies in a manner you might use with a slow witted child, "You and I are going to the costume party at the club as Batman and Robin. I'm pretty sure I mentioned that to you about ten times, right?" Anthony says, "Everyone in the contest is going as Batman and Robin." I ask, "Which one am I going as?" In a dismissive way they both chuckle at that question. He did mentioned the contest to me, but nothing about my hair style which is what I was referring to, but I let it go.
Resigning himself back to the current situation with my hair, Alexander shrugs and says to Anthony, "Oh well, neaten it up like a fifties haircut style, use a temporary black dye and somehow get it to lay over in front with a little part. You know, like that old time TV Robin's hair. What the fuck, nowadays that might even pass as a butch look for my boy wonder here". Anthony shakes his head a little as if to indicate, "What a pain in the ass this is." Alexander says to me, "I'd do it myself Oliver, but I've got to get some money from the ATM and then pick-up the twins from the riding academy. And, by the way, I did not tell Nathan and Noah you'd be here so don't slip-up in an email and mention it, okay?. If they knew you were here, well just don't slip up with that." As Alexander zips up his coat getting ready to leave, Anthony mumbles, "I'll see you tomorrow about nine thirty, and you better be here or I'll come upstairs and get you." Alexander spits out, "I love you too, Anthony." Then he gives me my orders, "Oliver, when Anthony's done with your hair just go upstairs to my condo and wait for me there. And you know, make yourself comfortable or whatever, I'll be along in a little while." He starts walking away and I cry out in a whiny voice, "But Alexander, I don't need a haircut or black dye or whatever." He chuckles, mumbling, "Don't be silly. Just do what Anthony tells you." Anthony says to me, "Let get moving, I've got a life too, ya know. I'm usually home by now." Oh what the fuck, going into the main part of the barbershop I get up in barber chair Anthony is pointing at. Without saying another word he put a cape on me and starts cutting my hair without actually cutting much off; it doesn't take long. The buzzing noise of the clippers and snipping sound of scissors along with the subtle pressure of Anthony's body leaning against me, without us speaking, creates the usual hypnotic mood for me. Anthony's a nice looking kid around twenty-one years old. He's about my height, but heavier than me; not fat, stocky. I'd noticed the last time that he has a great ass and following him into the barbershop a little while ago, I thought that same thing: nice ass! He's Italian and look like it, swarthy and handsome. Not boyish looking, more a grown-up Italian look. Joey's boyishly Italian. Thoughts of Joey keep working their way into my head lately.
When Anthony's done cutting he cranks down the back of the barber chair so I'm laying back with my head over the sink so he can dye my hair black. He tells me it'll wash out with two or three shampoos. Finished with that, he cranks the chair up, blow dries my hair, then puts stiff gel on the front hairs to get them to lay down, and razors in a one inch part on the left side to complete this look of the old TV Robin, whoever he is; I've never seen the show. When Anthony's satisfied with his work he spins the chair around so I'm facing the mirrored wall, and he asks, "What do ya think?" I gawked in the mirror at my reflection and my first thought is, 'Wonder what Joey will think about it?' To Anthony I mumble, "It's too black to look like real hair," and Anthony goes, "Yeah it is, but that's what the boss wanted, so that's what he gets." Apparently Alexander thinks artificially pitch black hair is a butch look for a gay boy. It's actually more of an Emo look if you ask me. Anthony snaps the cape off me and pats the back of my head indicating I should get up. I slide out of that big barber chair as Anthony rings up $32.00 on the new, old-time-looking cash register. He says, "You're a friend of Alexander's so half price for the haircut and dye". He looks at me expectantly and I gulp before saying, "Ah, I don't think Alexander wants to charge me. That is, he didn't charge me last time or anything." Anthony wrinkles his forehead and purses his lips making a face like, 'Duh,' then says, "That's Alexander's choice, pal, when I do hair I get paid. This isn't my fucking hobby." What the hell, I fumble around in my pocket for a twenty, a ten, and a five. Anthony put the bills in the cash register drawer, takes out three ones and puts them in his pocket, muttering, "Thanks, big spender," as he locks the cash register, then begins closing up the shop.
A thirty-two dollar haircut and I've got to tip him too? Fuck that! Anthony tells me to get the broom out of the closet and when I hand it to him he sweeps up my hair and then briskly hands the broom back to me nodding his head in the direction of the closet. Putting it away, I'm thinking, "Hey, I'm the fucking client here, not the janitor", but I keep that thought to myself as I realize Anthony's asking me something, "Ya wanta mess around for a few minutes?" I go, "Huh? What?" Without replying to that, he walks over and grabs my crotch with his right hand and my right buttock with his left. Squeezing some, he mumbles, "You heard me." I grunt as his fingers located my dick and he begins rubbing it through my jeans. He smells like the masculine scented gel he'd just put in my hair. When he speaks his breath is cool on my face; it has a neutral smell and I notice he's got small, very white teeth. As he quickly gets a nice rhythm going stroking my cock I start gasping, moving from one foot to the other, then squeak out, "Anthony! What I mean, um, no I don't. I mean, yeah I heard you, but I don't wanna mess around." He asks, "You sure of that?" and his left hand goes inside the back of my pants, his bare hand on my ass. Jesus, that's always a turn-on for me. I love feeling the palm of some guy's hand rubbing my bare ass. Our faces are almost touching and I can see the outline of his five o'clock shadow . Anthony would have a full bread if he didn't shave every day. Even this close his skin is flawless, except for those whiskers. Myself, I rarely need to shave; just a little touch up on my upper lip and chin about twice a week. I've been conscientious about doing it recently because I want to have a smooth face for Joey who has no whiskers yet, just some fuzz. Anthony and me are almost cheek to cheek anyway so I let my cheek touch against his and I can feel his whiskers, they're just slightly scratchy at this point, but it's very sexy rubbing against that mature face. The thought of Anthony's real scratchy beard first thing in the morning rubbing against my smooth face, if I ever spent the night with him and we started making-out first thing after waking-up, would be boner time for me. Pulling my face away from his, I'm wondering why I was thinking about that kind of thing with him?
Anthony doesn't appear to notice my face briefly touching his; he's very casual and self assured and has other things on his mind at the moment. His fingers are near my hole massaging my buttock as he mutters, "I'll let you suck my cock, but unfortunately I don't have the time to fuck you right now 'cause I'm expected somewhere in about fifteen minutes" Both my hands are on the wrist of the hand stroking my cock, which is getting hard and feeling real good. Anthony has that mysterious something that's turning me on and his stroking of my boner has me almost to the point of no return, getting close to cuming. Most likely the combination of that ridiculous passing fantasy of sleeping with a scratchy faced Anthony, and the reality of him stroking my cock is what's got me ready to fire off my spunk. He says, "Alexander told me you were a hot little sex machine and I can see he's right about that. I love this little pecker of yours." I manage to mutter, "Stop Anthony, Alexander wouldn't like you doing this." Anthony informs me that Alexander told him that whatever happens between Anthony and me is up to Anthony and me, so I manage one last time, "Well I don't want to, Anthony! So quit it!" He stops for a second, then pulls his hand out of my pants in the back, then lets go of my boner in the front, and spits out, "Okay you little count, fuck you then." I take a step back, my face real hot. Not being able to think of something to say, I do three fake coughs into my fist instead, and then sort of look out the window as if something out there is soooo interesting. Almost immediately Anthony's face relaxes and he drops the hard-ass routine entirely and offers, "Oh, forget it, Oliver, it's just that you're wicked cute and sexy, that's all. I thought I detected something there when I was cutting your hair, you leaning into me made me think ya might want a little taste of my big cock. Well, whenever you do want a real man to show you some moves, I'm here for ya, hottie." He pats my cheek like I'm a little kid, says, "Ciao," and is out the door. It locks automatically behind him.
Watched him walk away through the window, I'm groping my boner. He turns at the corner and is gone; what a great ass. Great ass yeah, but I'm here to get sexy with Alexander and I don't need another complication in my life right now anyway. On the other hand, what if I'd wandered into this barbershop nine months ago; wonder what would have happened then if Anthony grabbed my nice little pecker, to quote him. I grope my crotch some more. Am I a hot little sex machine, or whatever it was Anthony said about that. Man, I almost deposited a nice cum load in my drawers back there. Relax! Turning off the barbershop lights, I go up the back stairs to Alexander's luxury condo. Like I said the first time I was here, this place is cool and expensive looking, but Christian's condo is probably ten times more expensive. This is a damn hot place though. Putting on a Frey CD, I get a coke out of Alexander's huge refrigerator and have a cigarette coming down off that little sexy interlude with Anthony. As the smoke drifts up I watch it rise and see my reflection in Alexander's large mirror over the bar. How different I look with this dyed black hair. The color and the silly style looks totally fake, but apparently Alexander wants this affect. Joey has black hair, but his looks totally real; it's so curly when cut short like it is now. I wish I could run my fingers through Joey's soft, curly black hair this very second. Actually it's dark brown, not black. Thinking of squeezing Joey in my arms makes me shudder and that's weird. Thinking about Joey is a nice way to pass the time though, so I do some more of it. Joey seems so young when compared to Anthony. They both have that beautiful olive-complexion, great skin tone, smooth and creamy. Love rubbing Joey's skin any place on his body. Maybe the back of his neck is the sweetest, softest spot though. When I fucked him last night I rubbed my nose at the back of his neck as I lay on his back and oh my God he smelled good. Just thinking about that causes another boner. Laughing at myself because, I miss him already and it's only been what, eight hours? I'm a walking boner basically. Half way through my second cigarette Alexander come in with all kinds of energy swirling around him.
"Where's my favorite, cutest boyfriend?" He grabs hold of me to hug and this time, within ten seconds, he has his tongue in my mouth and his hand down the back of my pants. Anthony's hand was down there recently and then I have a passing thought about what might have happened if Anthony kissed me like Alexander's doing. Seeing cigarette smoke, I talk around Alexander's tongue, "Um, wait Alexander, I have a cigarette burning". He says nothing, just takes the cigarette from my fingers and flicks it ten feet over to land it in the sink. My mind is on only Alexander after that as he goes to work sucking my neck and without hesitating, pushing his finger right up my hole like always, except it happens so fast this time. This boy is so hot and I've always liked the way he fingers my hole. He knows exactly where my prostate button is and he begins rubbing that, plus the sucking on my neck gets me quickly into my trance state; the one that feels so good, an almost sleepy, dreamy sensation. Alexander sucks on my neck and fingers my hole for a few minutes with me I'm limp in his arms; limp all over except for that pulsating cock of mine that's wet at the head and pointing straight up. After about ten minutes of that cum leaks from my cock, then spurting into my pants as I hump my hips and groan, then hump and moan some more. Alexander snorts out a chuckle, but continues sucking until a high, red hickey had formed on my neck, just like last time. Back then Alexander told me he considers the high hickey his trade mark; his boys always get a hickey before anything else. As I told ya, he thinks of me as one of his 'boys'. Alexander has always known how to get me to blow a load in my pants. The after-glow of climaxing makes me feel weak, but Alexander's strong arms easily hold me up. After a little more sucking he straightens me up and he eyes his hickey work, exclaiming, "Yes! That's a beauty, Oliver. You have the best skin for hickeys, you really do. Now, was I dreaming or did you cum in you pants a few minutes ago?" I grin, nodding my head, and he's like, "Yes? Ah ha! What a surprise. You never change, do you, Oliver?" He gets a little laugh from that.
I'm still out of breath and when Alexander lets go of me I sit down on the leather foot stool that I've been bumping into from the second Alexander took me in his arms . Sitting here, catching my breath I feel the high tender bump on my neck with my finger and I'm shocked. I exclaimed, "Shit, Alexander, I've got to see my parents tomorrow. This hickey is enormous." He rubs my hair while ignoring my hickey comment, and says, "Anthony can be a real pain in the ass, but he's a hell of a hair stylist". I mutter, "What?" and then mope a little bit trying to think what I should do about this hickey before going home and facing the folks. Alexander pulls me up by my hands, "Come on Oliver, don't be a dead beat, let's get a drink. I'm so happy to see you I can't even begin to tell you. Oh my God, I love that face of yours," and he kisses my face in a number of different places real fast like my old Aunt use to do back when I was seven years old. Finished, Alexander pulls away and I see his boner tenting the front of his pants. My Aunt didn't have one of those. "You taste so good, look at that fucking boner you gave me dude, look at it," and he laughs. Alexander has more energy than any one I know except maybe Frankie. Stumbling over to the kitchen bar area with him, I watch Alexander make us both a screwdriver; vodka and orange juice. Screwdrivers are good because you can't taste the booze, but as far as Alexander's concerned it's purely a coincidence that I like the drink; he wanted one so he just assumes I'd want one too. What the hell, he looks so hot and handsome, who cares what we drink. Something different about him though, and then it's obvious: his hair's conservative looking this time. Combed over with a part on the side just like he'd instructed Anthony to do mine. I guess Batman in the old TV series had his hair like that. Every time I see Alexander his hair style's different. Actually he has very unusual hair, it's straight but nappy too. Very thick, but very soft. Very dark brown, but very shiny. He has something else special too, that delicious light tan flawless skin tone; his mother's white as can be and his father's half African American and half a mixed bag with some Pacific Rim in there too. Alexander's facial features are European and he's one totally good looking dude. Beautiful teeth are part of his beautiful smile and he really knows how to ring all my bells. I love his looks and I find myself staring at him a lot. Sometime he'll feel me staring at him and look me in the eyes with this knowing, cocky smirk on his face. He's obviously use to guys and girls, staring at him.
Draining his first drink quickly and making himself another one, he's telling me about the costume party at the club tonight. "There's a five hundred dollar prize for the best Batman and Robin combo, so of course I thought of you being my Robin immediately. Anthony was pissed at me because he thought I'd make him my Robin. Ha! Fat chance, I lied and told him I wanted him for Robin, but the costume was too small for him. Well, actually it is, but I hadn't bought it yet when I told him that." He laughs and comes over to hug me around the neck with his strong right arm pulling my head over for a kiss on my forehead, then he's telling me how he doesn't care about the five hundred dollar prize, it's all about the bragging rights. He's very competitive, and always likes to be the best. Always full of compliments too, telling me how fabulous I am and then he says, "Come on downstairs to my back-room barbershop Oliver, I need to shave your legs and pubes." I go, "What," then, "Are you kidding?" He goes, "Of course I'm not kidding. Shit, did ya ever see Robin the-boy-wonder with pubes and hairy legs?" I'm following him down the steps saying, "In the first place I don't have hairy legs, and in the second place I've never seen Robin's pubes, not in comic books or movies or anywhere else, so I really couldn't comment on that." Alexander chuckles, as usual. Inside the back room barbershop he tells me to drop my drawers. I start to argue, but my undies are full of the cooled-off cum from my recent climax and a wet cum spot had soaked through the front of my jeans anyway, so I step out of them. Alexander's getting out a cordless electric trimmer, then he looks over at me and sees my cum-matted pubes. "Oh yeah, let's wash them first. Step over near the sink, Oliver." The sink is a replica of a big, hundred year old large porcelain barber's sink. He tells me to face him and when I do he picked me up under my arms and sits me on the back shelf of the sink, my legs on either side of it with my dick and nuts over the open sink area. He hadn't even grunted when he picked me up; it's like I weigh ten pounds instead of a hundred and twenty. I need to grab hold of the shelf under the mirrored wall behind me to steady myself. I ask, "What the fuck are you...?" Alexander says, "Scoot back a little and you'll feel more comfortable." He's all business now. Wiggling back on the shelf a little bit I do feel more stable, but not comfortable.
Leaning slightly back against the mirror is the most secure position I can get myself in, but with my legs spread wide open on either side of that big sink it isn't exactly a position I'd choose on my own. I say, "Okay, you're doing it to me again Alexander, I never know what to expect out of you." He chuckles and tells me I shouldn't try to fool him, he knows I love every minute of it. Testing the water with his fingers and then spraying my lower belly and crotch with warm water, he begins. My dripping wet pubes are shampooed with lots of rubbing all around my belly, pubes, nuts and under my nuts near my bum hole. The whole time I'm thinking this must be how it feels to be Joey when I'm doing the same things for him. Another nice, warm shiver runs through me. The shampoo is rinsed off using a small shower-head at the end of a hose. Then Alexander uses a hair dryer to dry everything. When dry, using the cordless hair trimmer, he cuts off every pubic hair down there, the fluffy hairs float to the bottom of the sink waiting to be rinsed down the drain. The buzzing sound and the vibrations from the clippers causes my cock to firm up. It goes soft again when he re-wets my belly and crotch, this second soaking preparing for the lathering on of shaving cream. The slippery creamy shaving cream is worked into the stubble left by the trimmers. Alexander uses both hands massaging all around my lower belly to down underneath my nuts and then lightly massages shampoo on my nuts too. My cock goes back up to hard again so Alexander strokes my hard cock with his thick shaving cream lathered hand while looking right in my eyes, a sly look on his handsome face. I go, "Ooooooh, feels good." Mostly Alexander is in his quiet mood, concentrating on the job at hand. He uses a safety razor to shave me just like I use on Joey. Last night I'd shaved Joey again, more because he asked me to than he needed it. That fetish of his is getting stronger on him. I think about him climaxing last night with my very first razor scrape through the shaving cream. Big long spurt of creamy cum shot out of his semi-hard cock; I caught some on my fingers and licked it into my mouth; not too much taste although nice just the same.
I don't have a fetish about shaved-pubes, but it's still real sexy having a handsome boy shave your private parts. It's pleasurable having Alexander do it and I think I'm going to get Joey to do it for me in the future too; that is, when his arms are somewhat back to normal. Alexander takes his time and when he's shaved all the area he can reach he lathered me up again and shaved against the grain. Rinsing me off and drying me with a fluffy towel this time. I feel as hairless as a new born baby. It's kinda odd having air on my shaved pubic area, feels new. Alexander rubs the tip of his fingers all over the shaved area and I let out a long moan of pleasure, one I hadn't expected. By now I'm sort of comfortable sitting on the contoured porcelain area just behind the sink proper, leaning back against the mirror. I almost feel like purring and to further add to my contented frame of mind, Alexander cups my hairless balls in his hand, leans down and licks them a number of times as I lift my ass off the sink momentarily. He looks up and gives me a sweet, sexy smile. I thought we must be done, but Alexander fiddles around with something on either side of the sink and then up comes two smooth plastic extensions, one for each of my legs. Alexander lifts my legs and pulls me forward a little so that the part of my leg just under my knee can rest on top of those plastic things with my legs, below my knees, hanging down in front. Both knees are higher up then my head and my ass is partially off the porcelain part of the sink so that my asshole is now over the open part of the sink. This isn't a comfortable position at all and I snap out, "God damnit Alexander, this is an awkward position and I feel I'm about to fall off this friging sink!" He mutters, "You won't," and then goes about his business. He wets down, lathers, then shaves my buttocks starting from behind my hole shaving out to my thigh, then back and all around my ass cheeks, including special attention for my hole. There aren't any hairs there to start with, I don't think there are anyway. I do a long, deep exhale to demonstrate my displeasure. Alexander's quietly humming to himself unconcerned about my displeasure and the humming's frustrating too because no matter how hard I try, I can't place the tune and I know it. He stops humming when he finishes with the little extra shaving on my ass. Right after that I hear the sound of him snapping on the cordless trimmer again. He begins a steady run of the trimmer up my right leg from the top of my foot, up to my knees and then all over my thighs. There are very light, thin short hairs on my legs that are almost invisible, but apparently they're more abundant than I'd thought because a dust storm of fine hairs flies up around the head of the electric trimmer. The head of the trimmer is only an inch and a half wide so Alexander has to run it up my leg quite a few times and it's fascinating watching those fine hairs fly off my leg and blow around Alexander's hand. Over and over he guides the trimmer up my leg, and then the same thing for my left leg.
Not surprisingly I feel a twitch in my dick, the buzzing sound and the vibration and the nerve of Alexander to do this, all combine so that I soon have a semi hard-on. By the time he's done both legs the semi-hard cock has become a bone hard one, and even though I'd had the earlier climax, I'm grunting from the need to stroke it. In my position that's not possible though because I'm using both hands to hold onto the sides of that big old-fashioned sink. Alexander runs the trimmer all over each leg for only three minutes or so and when the second leg's done he gets wet towels and soaks my right leg, then lathers it up from my toes to my groin. The shaving on the first leg takes five or six minutes and then the same for my other leg. By the time he's done I'm wishing it could go on longer. Being fussed over and touched and washed and shaved and all that gets to be a relaxing and extremely sensual experience. It's also interesting because I can now relate some to how it must feel to be Joey when I'm fussing over his naked body. I never shave his legs of course, but all the touching, washing, hand-jobs and such,it's no wonder Joey's got a crush on me. Then I think how unfair that 'crush' comment is; Joey thinks he's in love with me. That's a bit more than a crush. I know I love him too, but it's that old chestnut am I in love with him, or just love him in a brotherly way? That's the question and I don't think I know the answer to
it. Through everything, beginning with Alexander sitting me up here on the sink, he's only uttered two words. The entire process lasts about thirty-five minutes, maybe a little longer. It's of course hypnotic for me, as this sort of thing always is. I'm glad to see Alexander's not done yet. He squeezes some lotion in his hands and massaged it into my feet, legs, crotch, dick and balls...ohhh, it's so soothing and it smells nice too, not girlie; more a masculine scent. Then some of the lotion for my buttocks and then up my hole with some too.
I'm aroused again. The creamy lotion in my hole has me envisioning Alexander fingering me till I'm shooting spunk all over the place, like happens with Joey when I finger fuck him. Ya know, there are many areas in the rectum that are sensitive in a sexy way, and all Alexander's touching and fussing over me is sexy too. And, that's especially true when I look up and see the person doing all the touching and fussing, this hot and handsome twenty year old boy. Leave it to Alexander to come up with something I totally wasn't expecting. He has me squirming again with that tingly feeling at the head of my cock has my attention Then he just stops and takes my legs off the restraints and helps me sit back up against the mirror again. I can still feel the air around my shaved anus and again I fall into one of my trance like state as Alexander takes something tapered out of a box and rubs it with KY jelly, but what the hell is it? With KY jelly on his thumbs he reaches under me and works both thumbs up into my hole, his head's close to me and his aroma fills my senses. I squirm, and then complain, but he continues just the same. Stretching my hole by working his thumbs up inside a little further until soon it begins feeling good. Out come the thumbs and he works his long middle finger up my hole until the entire finger goes in easily all the way to his knuckles. Making hissing sounds I'm blowing air out through clenched teeth, but not because it's hurting; just the opposite, it feels awesome. My boner bobs to the left and then the right, whichever direction the side of Alexander's hand bounces it. Just when I'm about to start humping my hips with that feeling of an orgasm coming on, he's apparently done with the fingering portion of whatever it is he's doing. Looking over again I see a the flesh colored tapered stopper of some sort; no, is that a dildo, probably made of latex or silicone. He's got it dripping with jelly as he casually leans over and pushes it in my asshole and it hurts being so far up inside me. So much for my trance like state, and so much for my on coming orgasm. I screech out, "What the hell are you doing now, Alexander? That dildo hurts! " Sliding around on the sink, bouncing around with a dildo up my ass, Alexander wraps his arms around me and pulls me away from the mirror so that I'm leaning forward against him. "It's okay Oliver, it's a butt plug, not a dildo. You know, so you'll stay opened up and later it won't hurt at all when I fuck you. You do want me to fuck you, don't you, boy?"
His voice can be so smooth and hypnotic when he chooses and the feel of his body and his smell, it combines to enable me to relax and calm down. I put myself in his hands, but a butt plug? He rubs my back and sides whispering how much I mean to him and how I'm his cutest boyfriend, and that kind of works for me. In short order the pain in my hole is a barely dull throb as Alexander asks, "How's it feel now, Oliver?" Mumbling to him that it's okay now, he rubs my shoulders saying, "Don't be mad at me, but I've got to finish pushing the plug in just a tiny bit more. You jerked around so much I didn't get it in all the way." I blurt out, "No, don't, um, wait a second at least, let my ass relax a little first." More gentle rubbing on my back, as he goes, "Shhhh, it will only sting for a minute, I promise," and he reaches under me again and pushes the plug all the way in and actually it feels better that way. I need to be more trusting of Alexander, he knows so much more about all this stuff than me and he knows how to pleasure my body too. I'll learn things from him I can use on my boyfriends sometime in the future. It's an indescribably delicious sense to put myself in Alexander's hands and ride the thrill he's planned for me. The plug producing an odd sensation inside me that's not unpleasant. With the fat end of the plug past my sphincter muscle completely it's fully inside me with my anus partially closing over it. Feeling down there I discovered there's a thin wide round piece that stays outside my anus preventing the plug from disappearing inside me. The butt plug's really snug, but now oddly comfortable. Alexander tells me that all the Robins need have butt plugs to qualify for a prize. Then he asks , "Didn't ya ever hear of butt plugs before?" I guess I did now that I think about it, but never thought I'd experience one, and that's what I tell him. "A new adventure for you, Oliver, right?" Alexander can put a spin on things making it seems he's just done me a big favor when he's basically doing exactly what he wants. Still, it is a new experience.
Alexander picks me up off the sink by my arm pits again, and as soon as he lifts me off the sink I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He walks around like that for a few minutes pretending it's nothing, telling me how light I am. It gives him a boner though and I feel it against my buttocks. Then I ask him why he didn't screwed me before he put the plug in and Alexander stops in mid stride and mutters, "Good question. Dammit!" It isn't a huge deal to me because he got me off less than an hour ago and I know, I'll be getting fucked before I leave Delaware. I'm feeling amazingly good now, but when I drop down off Alexander's waist and stand up on my own two feet the plug become very noticeable. It doesn't really hurt me as long as I walk a bit bowlegged and it also rubs my prostate with each step so my dick gets firm right away. "Jesus, Alexander, this butt plug feels good, but I'll be walking around with a hard-on all night." Still pissed he didn't think to fuck me before putting in the plug, he mutters, "Lucky you, dude!" Doing my bowlegged walk up the stairs following Alexander, he's saying, "Your skinny body looks so sexy all shaved like that. I'm so turned on by you it's ridiculous." Upstairs again Alexander tells me he loves everything about my shaved body because it's so new looking. He caresses all over me using both hands saying he can't detect a single hair or prickly area. "I'll tell you, Oliver, if you lived closer I'd keep you shaved like this all the time. I can do it if you're willing to drive up here once a week; I'd love if you would." I go, "Man, I can't get away every weekend, Alexander. Wish I could though," and I put my arm around his neck for a kiss. I get attached to Alexander when he sort of takes over and does whatever he wants with me. It's almost always wicked sexy and I like being one of his boys. I still have my shirt on, but that's all I have on as my pant, socks, and sneakers are still downstairs. Alexander knows he didn't need to shave my chest, no need at all. Satisfied my torso's hairless, he goes to the bar and fixes himself another drink, then burst out laughing, saying, "What a dip shit I am, Oliver, I wanted to get inside that tight ass of yours so badly and then without thinking, I stick your plug in."
He looks at me like he's waiting for something, and I know what that something is, so I gave him my best blank stare. He finally has to say it, "I don't suppose you'd go through that again, would you? I'll pull the plug out now for a quickie? It wouldn't be nearly as bad getting the plug back in this second time." He tentatively looks over at me and I make a face like, 'No fucking way,' and Alexander mumbles, "I didn't think so." He'd stop doing anything I really put my foot down about, and I'm trusting him more and more. I might protest something, but he'll continue until he knows I'm serious about not wanting him doing something doing and then he stops. Like I said, I trust him by now. We stand at the little bar and drink our drinks and smoke our cigarettes and talk about Wildwood and our first time together. I feel very close to Alexander, looking at his face as he talks and I want to believe everything he says. The boy has a magnetic personality, people want to be with him. He lights another cigarette and then gets an idea, " Hey Oliver, you've never sucked me off, and I've done you any number of times. Fair is fair little buddy, right?" Hell, I like sucking young cocks, so I say, "Sure, Alexander, I'd like to suck your cock," and with a huge grin on his face he drops his drawers right there. Down on my knees I go because I'm use to doing it that way for Randy. My butt plug pumps into my prostate and I grimace at the sexy feeling in my rectum, then contract my buttocks muscles and need to stifle a moan of pleasure. That damn plug is hot. Alexander smiles as he watches me experience the butt plug for the first time, then with me on my knees, he rubs his fingers through my dyed hair, saying, "Well Oliver, you're impressing me by getting on your knees." I want to impress him too; actually I'm always trying to impress somebody. Giving Alexander my entire Randy Rider blow job routine starting with a general lapping from his belly button to his hole where I find some sparse hairs, but nothing too gross. Licking the hairs flat against his ass cheek, I rim his hole with big wet laps and soon I'm getting my tongue inside him a little and Alexander is the one squirming and quietly moaning now. It gives me a thrill to see the pleasure I can give him. Same for Joey, but with Randy I'm the one getting more pleasure than him.
The plug is constantly erotic because every time I move it massages my rectum in a sensitive spot and when I move another way it massages another sensitive spot. Whoever thought of this knows what they're doing; with a butt plug boners just gets harder and harder with every move. Alexander's rubbing my head and moaning pretty much from the start and it's as if one of us, or even both of us, has been aroused for the better part of an hour now. It started with our earlier make-out and the hickey and my orgasm, then the body shave and all that followed right up to the butt plug and me rimming Alexander, and I haven't even gotten to sucking his hot cock. The rimming seems to take Alexander by surprise; for once he's the surprised one. He's a very clean fellow so there isn't any unpleasant stuff like with Randy, who isn't always a very clean fellow. After awhile Alexander groans, "Suck my cock, Oliver, I'm afraid I'm going to cum and I really want to shoot off in your mouth." He's pretty much breathless by now and I'm proud of myself for being able to rim him this good; it's the experience curve again. Licking up and down his boner where there's already a lot of pre cum to swallow before I can take him fully inside my mouth. I'm enjoying myself sucking on his nice looking boner, and for two or three minutes of him puffing out fast breaths, with quiet grunts of pleasure, I pushed my head forward until the swollen head of his cock pops past my gag reflex area into my throat. Alexander let's out a squeak, not expecting that either. Moaning he puts pressure on the back of my head and slowly his long boner, inch by inch, goes into my throat bulging my neck. My nose finally buries in his thick bush with his cock way down my throat. Definitely the longest cock yet for me. After just a few seconds I feel myself getting ready to gag so I pull off that boner slowly and when the head of his cock is back in my mouth I sucked on it and lap at it like it's the best tasting all day sucker ever. When the head begins expanding I rub it against the inside of my smooth cheek for a bit and then against the ridges on the roof of my mouth and just as I'm about to push it back down my throat again Alexander bucks his hips letting out a long, "Ahhhhhhh," and a fat splash of cum fills my mouth. Swallowing real fast, just in time for a hard steam following the initial splash of creamy spunk spurt, and then a smaller hard stream after that, and it's a lot of spunk!.
Alexander's making long breathy whizzing noises by now and his entire body seems to be in motion even though he doesn't move away from my mouth more than an inch. He also never stops rubbing my shoulders and the back of my neck. His cum fills up my mouth and drools out at the corners, running down my chin and then on down to my neck. His cum's very tasty, the tastiest cum I think I've ever swallowed, including my own. Can't think of any that's sweeter and the same for his slightly salty pre cum. Very nice. Listening to a lot of heavy breathing and a few chuckles from Alexander, as tries getting his voice back, then he exclaims, "Holy shit! Where'd ya learn to do that? Awesome, Oliver, really, awesome". He slowly pulls his dick from my mouth and strokes it three or four times before putting it away, as I stroke my own cock. "Great blow job, wow!" Alexander's truly surprised at my cock sucking expertise and I again feel proud for pleasing him; it's a good feeling and I'm trying not to smile, but I do anyway. Still on my knees I glance up at him and he smiles down at me making me feel real tight, real close with him. He uses his finger as a squeegee scraping cum off my neck and feeding it to me; I lick his finger each time he put it in my mouth. I'm having a fun sexy time with him and adding to that, when I casually sit back on my ankles the butt plug once again presses up against my prostate tightly, oooh so nice. I need to stroke my boner which gets watery cum up from my shaved balls drooling out my gaping pee slit. Jesus, that felt good as I stroke myself a few more times. The butt plug keeps me in an almost constant state of arousal; it's a fun new toy. Alexander gained so much experience in gay sex the last six months, it's a blast learning new things with him. He finishes cleaning the cum off my neck and chin, smirking down at me and I can't keep the little grin off my face. The pain of the plug going in me is a distant memory, now it's fabulous and I wiggle my ass rubbing the plug around a little bit inside my rectum, ooooh, damn, that feels good. Telling Alexander it's feeling good gets a smile from him, and a murmured, "I knew it would, Oliver." Reaching down, he takes both my hands helping me up, asking, "You think I'd do anything to hurt you? I've had a plug in my ass so I know it feels good for a couple hours." He hugs around my neck again and kisses me with a lot of feeling, mumbling, "I adore you, Oliver. Your slim body and your cute face give me so much joy." I know he likes me; maybe I'm even his favorite boyfriend and we kiss a bit. Then he uses a wet paper towel to go over the cum area on my chin and neck, saying in a goofy voice, "All cum residue accounted for".
You know, all this is reminding me of why I liked him so much originally. Fact is, everything combined has me very aroused as I cling to Alexander, hugging him and humping my boner up against his hip, then breathing hard I hump some more. It's like a shock to discover I'm so aroused. Alexander quietly says, "Take it easy, Oliver, slow down a little. I know you want it and I'll be fucking you later on tonight, but not now." He laugh a little at my horniness for him, then teases me by squeezing my ass which moves the plug around and I groan out, almost feeling I'll have an orgasm, but not quite. It has me panting with desire as he squeezes again and the plug moves as with me going up on my toes this time, my arms around Alexander's neck, the side of my face against his. He quietly says, "If you do good in this contest tonight, I'll give you a real hot fuck right after. I promise, but you need to wait until I say it's time. Okay, Oliver?" I feel so young compared to Alexander's recently acquired sophistication in gay sexual matter, I go, "Yes, Alexander, I'll do good in the contest." He's rubbing the palms of his hands over my back and down near my ass. "You'll work with me on this, right?" I gulp out, "Oh, yeah. Whatever you want, Alexander." My face is red and sweaty by now and I lean my head away from his body, still clinging to him, staring at him and realizing how desperately I want that dick I just sucked to be up inside me. Biting my lip I mutter, "Um, you know Alexander, it'd be fine with me if you want to pull the plug out for a quickie, or even a rough fuck. I don't mind that you'll need to put it back in afterward. Will you do that for me?" He shakes his head laughing, telling me we don't have time for that now. If I'd said okay a half hour ago when he first asked, but not now. "And anyway, Oliver, you just sucked my nuts totally dry so I can't really get up a good hard boner for another hour or so. Jeez, what do ya think I am, anyway?" I stand properly chastised. When will I learn just to go along with him when he suggests things? He's the one who knows what he's doing. Dropping my arms, disappointed, I go, "I know, I should have followed your lead earlier."
Alexander pats my cheek, then he drags a couple of shopping bags out of a closet, getting a case of the giggles, saying, "Wait till you see these costumes, Oliver." Oh yeah, I forgot about our costumes. He says, "We're short of time now, we need to get to the club before eight o'clock." I'm panting again moving my butt cheeks to feel the plug as I stroked my cock a few more times, saying, "Okay, Alexander, sure." I pull on my pud all the way into his bedroom. "Pull your T shirt off, Oliver" and when I do he says, "Oh, I forgot. Come in the bathroom a second". I'm totally naked now as I do what he says. In the bathroom Alexander gets a safety razor out and tells me to lift up my arms. when I do and he puts a little dab of shaving cream under each arm and shaves there too, saying "How'd I forget your underarms? What else did I forget"? He looks at my face real close and does a quick couple of dry razor swipes on my upper lip, and a swipe down under each of my sideburns. "I don't see a fucking thing there Oliver, but what the hell. Huh?" He proclaims me totally void of hair now as he again rubbing all around my body with both hands, resulting in my six inch boner, so hard now it's sticking straight out of my bare, smooth belly above two hard, buzzing nuts hanging in a hairless sack right under it. Hugging around his neck again with both arms, I'm so hot for him it's insane, and I beg him to fuck me. Pulling his head down for a long spit swapping kiss and all during the kiss I can't stop humping up against his crotch. When he brakes off the kiss there's a big wet spot from my dripping boner on the front of his pants. He says sternly, "We don't have time for that!" Then he gets laughing again; it amuses him how horny he can get me, I guess. Him, and the butt plug he's stuck up my ass. When we're walking out of the bathroom he pulls on the butt plug ring and the sensation on my prostate causes dribbles of watery cum to drool out of my boner again and it feels so good I go, "Ohhhh Ohh Ohhh, Alexander," in an embarrassingly high pitched way, as I stroke my boner trying to get more cum out, but without much success..
Seeing me completely naked and completely unconcerned about being naked, and seeing me constantly playing with myself in front of him, gets Alexander into another laughing fit. He laughs a lot, but I can't join in because all I can think about is a good old fashioned climax and I don't seem to be able to stop stroking my dick and squeezing my nuts either. Oh my God, Alexander's so red in the face from laughing at me and now he can't catch his breath either. Watching him alternate laughing and hiccuping finally is enough to get me to join in; it's contagious seeing him laugh so hard and reminds me of us two back in Wildwood, way back when we were both much younger. We end up leaning against each other like nine year olds in a giggling fit until Alexander glances at his watch and goes, "Oh man, Oliver, it's getting late. You've got to stop playing with yourself or you'll get me laughing again.You look so serious pulling on your dick, it's a riot." We run out of laughing gas and he gets down to business, "Oliver, I'll help ya out real fast so we can get on with what we need to do. Come over here and sit on my bed." I like the way he confidently takes charge and I get serious too and walk right over to do what he said. When I sit down I jump immediately right back up. It hurts deep inside me to sit on the plug. Alexander said, "Oops. I forgot, here sit on this." He pick up a rubber ring that look like a large life saver candy, about eighteen inches across. He explains it's a ring people with hemorrhoids use so they don't sit on their hemmies, and seeing the look on my face when he says that, gets him laughing again while I stare at him, incredulously, "Are you serious. I've got to carry this around all night to sit on. Is that what I gotta do?" His face is bright red again because the laughing once again prevents him from breathing; he just nods his head 'yes'. We aren't drunk, but the drinks we've had help to make not so funny things seem as if they are. It's nice seeing Alexander act like the boy I first knew in Wildwood. I go, "Better idea! You wear this around your neck and when I want to sit down I'll know where it is." We laughs again, then he mumbles, "I'm exhausted from laughing." Alexander says, "I know you need to climax, Oliver. Sit on the ring," which I do. My boner's still bobbing out in front of me. Alexander gets on his knees and sucks on my boner for maybe four minutes and I have the big climax I need so badly. When it flies out from my cock the squeal I make is humiliating, but I don't care. I lurched so hard with my hips the ring I'm sitting on slides off the bed and I end up on the floor stroking my boner and draining my nuts dry. My whole body shuddered at climax. Not a great deal of spunk came out; it just felt like a lot coming out. After getting my breath back I do feel much better.
Alexander helps me up, asking, "All better, baby?" Nodding my head affirmatively, I get on my feet and he says, "We're a team and we helped each other out," then he hugs me with both arms and kisses the side of my face, like I'm the most desirable boy in the world. My cock's almost limp after Alexander's blow job, but my plug, from just walking around gets it back up to semi-stiff quickly. Alexander's pulling some things out of shopping bags, saying, "We gotta get our shit together now, Oliver." He gets undressed and then pulls on a gray body-stocking that has a big black bat pictured in an oval yellow area across his chest. I don't know what else to call that thing except a body-stocking. I zipper him up in the back. It's a stretchy fabric that outlines and highlights his package in an excellent way, making it look huge. He has that long penis plus big nuts and that combo makes a great bulge at his crotch. I think again about having his long cock up inside me and the idea gets me blowing out a long exhale and licking my lips. The plug pushes up against my prostate button just then and I go, "Ahh, whoa! Jeez, oh yeah!" He ignores that, saying, "Put this on Oliver." He's holding out a pair of dark green silky jockey shorts, as in underwear jockey shorts, except there's a Velcro flap in front and back. Those flaps will exposed my dick and nuts in front and my buttocks in back when open, like they are at the moment. I say, "You have seriously got to be totally kidding this time. First off, this thing wouldn't fit a nine year old and secondly I'm not wearing it." Alexander says, "Fasten the flaps up, and put it on right now. You want another screwdriver?" As I pull on the tiny green jockey shorts I go, "Yeah, better make it a double". The material of this skimpy little costume is silky and cool feeling against my shaved skin. My whole body feels so different after Alexander shaved me. Especially my totally hairless legs. When the air hits them it makes me want to rub my hands up and down my legs. The material in my costume is not only silky, but also a tough waterproof fabric that contracts my ass crack, exaggerating the bubble butt look, while putting pressure on my butt plug at the same time. When I pull the panties tightly in place I go up on my toes again, holding my breath waiting for the latest cum urge to subside.
To say that it doesn't feel good would be a lie, and I need to let my breath out slowly and adjust my nuts in this tight, tight jockey-silky thing. Whee, I glance at myself in the mirror and my ass looks real hot, but this is weird even by Alexander's standards. He comes in with the drinks and goes, "Oh fuck, let me look at you. Perfect ass! Oh my God Oliver, I didn't think it was possible you could look hotter, but that shaved body and that round ass of yours. Absolutely fantastic!!" Then he adds, "Put the top on now, we gotta hurry, dude." He put on a yellow utility belt with a number of pouches around his waist and then he pulls on black boots that reached almost to his knees. Staring at his crotch I see that he has a flap opening at his crotch too; I can just make out the seam of the Velcro flap.The top part of my costume is red with a sliver of green where short sleeves would be. Actually it's a red, skin tight, sleeveless, T shirt made of silk. The tee hugs my torso, but extends only to just above my belly button. There's a black circle over my left tit with a yellow letter "R" and I have a yellow silk belt to hang around my hips. Wonder how much this thing cost? There's also a short yellow cape that hangs over my back, but doesn't even reach my ass. For my feet there are little green silk slippers and to hide my identity a narrow black eye mask that's just slightly wider than my eyes. I can't help but wonder, 'How the fuck am I suppose to fight crime in this outfit?' The black cape Alexander puts on hangs almost to the floor. When he tries on his black leather head piece with the bat ears sticking up on top, Ta Da! He's Batman. He mutters, "Jesus, I feel like an asshole in this outfit. I need one for the road." His roadie is yet another screwdriver; this one he mixes in a plastic cup so he can drink it while he drives, what could be safer?. Taking a sip, he makes a face and pours more vodka in the drink, then takes another swallow staring at me, then says, "You're not "butch" enough." I massaged my groin, mumbling, "Say what?" After another sip of his drink, he instructs me, "Come over here, Oliver. We need to do something outrageous to give you that bad-boy butch look", and at the dressing table he picks up a black lipstick pencil. Oh great, I needed to wear black lipstick to the last affair at his club. Holding my face steady with a too-tight, left handed grip on my chin, he applies the black lipstick giving me exaggerated black lipstick bow shaped lips. Not satisfied yet, the last thing he does is grab a shot glass off the bar and, holding it over my big red hickey, he outlines a perfect black circle around it. "I don't want anyone to miss this beauty," he mutters to himself. Then he puts the lipstick pencil in one of the pouches on his utility belt. Handy to have a utility belt. I drink some of his roadie screwdriver, purposely leaving black lipstick on the rim of the cup.
Then from Alexander, it's a cheerful, "Let's go, we're late," as if it's me who held us up. We hustle down to the garage, my cape fluttering out behind me, with the hemorrhoid ring in my hand; it bumps off my bare thigh as we stomp down the steps. Alexander's new BMW convertible sits shining in the glow of the overhead light. I ask, "Where's the bat mobile?" Alexander says, "In the shop for a tuneup," then slams his car door getting his cape caught in it, and we hear a quiet tearing sound after which many, many curse words are shouted by Alexander, with me trying very hard not to laugh. Biting my lip and doing my fake cough we pull out of the bat cave with Alexander stepping down hard on the gas to get that fucking bat mobile replacement tearing up the highway.
to be continued... chapter 20 (Alexander IV) by Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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