Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 50

by Donny Mumford

After being dominated for about an hour by Marty, formerly known as fuckwad, I now feel that name more aptly applies to me. I was full of bluster and arrogance about confronting Marty, confident he was your basic bully/loser,

but I was wrong about the 'loser' part. During that hour Marty, Ryan, and

I had together there was a reversal of fortunes, or reversal of perceived identities, or reversal of some fucking thing. Not Marty though, he came out of that hour intact and totally in charge, just like he was after Ryan's and my first visit with him tonight, only way more now. I went in his dorm cocky and came out submissive with my tail between my legs knowing my place. Marty saw to that and I have begrudging admiration for him now, so I guess I'm the fuckwad, not him. He's the most confident and dominant person I've ever met, and I was basically a submissive pussy around him. He backs up the dominance with a lot of muscle and a no-nonsense approach. Our roles have been acknowledged now and agreed upon. He basically handed me my smacked ass and I basically kissed his un-smacked one. That's very disturbing, but believe it or not I'm more concerned about another thing: I think Ryan's lost a lot of respect for me, and that hurts. He used to look up to me, but after I turtled so badly to Marty, Ryan's now probably thinking I'm not worthy of being looked up to. He's been taking Marty's dominance and harsh treatment for three months. I caved to Marty's dominance during both my visits tonight, proving who's the man and who's the obedient boy. That would be me, in the obedient boy role. Marty's the man and even I must admit that. Ryan came out of our second encounter pissed off and determined that after tomorrow I will never experience Marty's dominance again. I later find out it wasn't even necessary I participate with Marty and Ryan, but not knowing that, and hoping to get Ryan out of Marty's dorm I promised that I would be submissive to him, along with Ryan, on Friday for twenty-four hours.

That's not good and, like I said, turned out to be unnecessary but we shook hands on it, so fuck it, I'll do it. I've got a lot more respect for Ryan now too so it seems he and I have exchanged roles as well. Now I look up to him like he used to do to me. He indicated I should probably consider acting as his boy for awhile, which means doing what I'm told. Naturally that made my dick feel good, but not my brain. Ryan's convinced I need his help to avoid falling under Marty's spell. Ryan's no longer Marty's roommate so he now sees himself able to wean himself of his submissive urges. Maybe I was so receptive to Marty's dominant act because I'd almost completely eliminated sub/dom sex from my sex life, but was craving it subconsciously. Whatever the reason I very easily succumbed to Marty's extremely dominant manner and it's shocking to me considering I couldn't stand him tonight. As disappointed in myself as I am, I'm cautiously looking forward to tomorrow with Marty. Which is a major reason why Ryan said he'll look out for me the best he can tomorrow and after tomorrow I need to stay away from Marty. He says he'll supply me with enough safe sub/dom sex that I won't need the likes of Marty and his ilk. I'm not at all sure it's necessary for Ryan to worry about me following the mistakes he's made, but it's sweet of him to be concerned. Obviously he's been the misguided one, repeatedly making the same mistake, but Ryan's convinced that's over. We'll see.

Anyway, Ryan and I have just had an intense sexual experience in his Mini. As humiliated as Marty made us both feel, we both got sexually aroused from the way he completely dominated us. It's unfortunately our nature to be turned on by such things. We were so turned-on we couldn't even wait to get to the apartment before fucking. Now we're walking to the apartment from the parking lot with Ryan's hand on my shoulder as he's telling me, "Remember me telling you early this year that I didn't want to do the real sub/dom sex with you anymore because I hate hurting you physically. Well, I just witnessed Marty use only his superior strength to get you under control with a minimal amount of physical punishment. He spanked your bare ass, but you like that. Anyway, I'll be an acting dom for you, especially after we get this bullshit finished with Marty tomorrow. You'll need to start doing what I tell you though, and you might as well start right now. I hate saying, 'I told you so,' but in this case it's to emphasize a major point. If you'd listened to me when I told you not to come with me to see Marty in the first place, then all of this could have been avoided. Now you might be thinking it's kinda appealing to experience Marty's sub/dom sex for a day. It's most important though that you not commit to anything with him after Saturday. You might want to, but don't do it!" I shrug and Ryan grabs my arm stopping us both, "Are you listening to me? Shake off the submissive mood you're in and pay attention to me, goddammit!" I blink my eyes, "I'm listening, Ryan,

but I don't know how it'll work, you know, me bring your 'boy' when Rob's suppose to be in charge." He says, "We're not announcing you're my boy to anyone. We'll play the game until I see you're back to your old self and then we'll go on with our buddy-sex lives like we've been doing for almost a year and a half, but without me being under Marty's thumb, and certainly without you being under his thumb." I nod my head although I'm still confused about why this is necessary. Initially I was a little shook up as we walked out of Marty's dorm, but now it doesn't seem as awful as I thought it was right after. It's well meaning of Ryan's though, so I don't reject his idea out of hand, although it's a bit over the top. Ryan gives me a tight hug, then a kiss on my cheek, saying, "Just trust me on this, Dylan, please! I know what I'm doing and it has nothing to do with you and Rob. It really doesn't! It's about keeping you from Marty's clutches, which by the way would eventually break you and Rob up for sure." I mumble, "Okay, Ryan, I trust you, but I've got to sort out in my head what happened back there. At times it's like that's the scariest thing I've ever been involved in, and yet that boner I had tells me otherwise. Now that I've calmed down I need to clearly think about it."

Ryan starts us walking again, rubbing my back, quietly saying, "I know Marty's dominance was both shocking and kind of exciting to you, Dylan, but you

don't want much of it or you'll find yourself accepting more and more things you never thought you would. Don't start taking it lightly is what I'm saying. For now we'll eat the dinner you made us and you can talk about what happened as much, or as little, as you want. But you've got to let me take things over, and that means trusting me." I shrug, "Yeah, sure, you've had ten times more experience with this kind of thing than me, so ya know..." He goes, "It's a lot more than ten times more than you, Dylan, and I'm only now finally figuring out a few things myself. You actually inadvertently helped me do that. Seeing you helplessly being manipulated by Marty was like a fucking epiphany for me and made me realize I don't ever want that for myself again, and certainly not for you. It's very different witnessing it happening to someone I care a lot about, very different than going through it myself." Adjusting Ryan's backpack, the one I'm carrying for him, I look at him as we go up the steps, with me quietly stating the obvious, "Yeah, Ryan, but you were just as submissive to him in the end as I was." He says, "No I wasn't, I came out of my submissive frame of mind watching in horror the way you acted towards him. I know it's the way I've been with him many times so I'm not being critical of you. It's just that I hated watching what he had you doing, but I had to keep up the facade of submissiveness or Marty would be alerted that something's up. Didn't you hear my sarcastic tone there near the end, or the 'looks' I was giving you?" I go, "Oh yeah, I do but I was thinking, 'Is he crazy?'. Ryan's like, "Marty can't imagine I'd be sarcastic to him so he's not looking for it." I go, "He hesitated one or two times thinking about it." Ryan pats my back, "Yeah, and you jumped right in distracting him." I nod, "Un huh," and he says, "We'll both play that role tomorrow and then you're totally done with him. He'll think we're both his boys, of course, but I'll see to it that you're not one of them and soon I won't be either." In the apartment Ryan goes over to turn off the oven and take the casserole out, telling me, "Put my backpack on the sofa, Dylan, then come out to the balcony and we'll have a cigarette before eating." Ummm, that bossiness made my dick twitch. Guess I've still got a little of that submissive thing going for me.

On the balcony I light two Marlboros and hand Ryan one. We take a drag, and with smoke coming out of his mouth, he says, "It's important you tell me the moods you're feeling so I can gauge what's fueling the submissive state that comes over you, okay?" I nod while exhaling, then chuckle, "Well, heh heh, coincidentally a minute ago I felt it a little twinge of submissiveness from the way you told me what we're going to do kinda bossy-like... that made my dick twitch," and then I blush, embarrassed to admit that. He says, "Good, that's the kind of thing I need to know, but it's also good because you need to feel submissive to me. That's if I'm going to provide enough sub/dom stuff to keep you, um, balanced I guess, right?" I grin, then chuckle again, "Yeah, but it feels weird admitting to you that a simple declarative sentence can get my dick to twitch." He squeezes the back of my neck giving me chills, so I lean against him, as he says, "It's awkward for me too, but after tomorrow we want to prevent you ever feeling the need to be submissive to Marty. I know why that happened to you tonight by the way. It's a result of you cutting out sub/dom sex in your life, almost cold turkey, and that never has worked in my experience. I've been there too many times not to realize the attraction for doing submissive shit again, especially when you haven't experienced it for awhile. In the past I've gotten back into it with the first asshole who came along, and never with good results. No more of that though, not after tomorrow. No one after fuckwad Marty, as you refer to him." I say, "No offense, Ryan, but you don't have a very good track record along those lines." He goes, "You're right, so I'll need to prove to you I'm done with the extreme dominant sex, and you need to let me prove it before judging me." Unconvinced, I make a popping sound with my lips as I look at him. With a grin he makes the same sound with his lips. Well, I don't want to hurt his feelings so I grin too and go along with him for now, "Okay, boss, ya got yourself a deal. You better know what you're doing though because you saw how confident I was going in to see Marty, and that didn't end well at all." He says, "Yep, but for now we're gonna eat our dinner," and with another pat on my shoulder we go inside. I'm smiling to myself because when he told me what we're going to do I felt another twitch of my dick. I grin telling Ryan, "That gave my dick another twitch." He chuckles, "Good."

We eat the casserole along with a salad and French rolls. The pork falls off the bones as tender as butter, almost. It's delicious, so I say, "Maybe cooking the pork and beans casserole three hours is better then two hours. I've already learned something from you, boss." He laughs, "You'll always be the chef, Dylan, not me." After eating and cleaning up the kitchen, we drink beers and talk about tomorrow. Ryan tells me that tomorrow Marty will almost certainly not be as overbearing to me as he was tonight. After a night like we just had he claims Marty tends to ease off the next time. It's part of his manipulation of his subs, or 'boys' as he calls them. Ryan adds, "But, there'll be a lot of dominant reinforcement, especially for you." I ask, "Can you tell me what's likely to happen?" He shrugs, "Hate to tell you this, but you'll almost certainly get an enema." I mutter, "Oh shit," and grin, but Ryan isn't joking, "This is serious, Dylan. You need to pay attention to what I'm saying." I frown, mumbling, "I know that. What else do you think he'll do?" He ticks off things on his finger, "First off, get naked immediately and don't say anything! Put your dog collar on and get on your hands and knees and go to the corner like you did tonight. You'll be spanked, but try not to yelp out like you did earlier and don't look at him or Rex, if he's there. Do not even glance at them. When they get around to it they'll handcuff us somehow, maybe to each other. They usually go out for dinner or whatever and leave us tied up or handcuffed. Since they'll be two of us he'll probably use the ball gags on us so we can't talk to each other. What happens after that has a lot to do with how well you handle everything up till then. Important factors: don't speak, do everything you're told immediately, don't look at them, and act as docilely submissive as you can because that gets them feeling superior and maybe aroused enough to fuck us which is a good thing compared to other activities they're fond of, like humiliating you for the hell of it."

It's not so different from what I've experienced before, minus the humiliation, and I mostly liked it in the past. Always for relatively short periods of time though. Ryan's real concern is I'll get crazy and beg Marty to let me come again with him, but I'm not worried about that at all. I like the idea of Ryan being a little bossy so I'll go along with his plans to see what happens. He says, "After seeing you with Marty I'm anxious to get myself out from under his control, but I won't try doing it almost overnight. I'll do it over a period of weeks by going longer intervals between visits with him. And you're not to join me on those visits even once! You've had limited exposure with this level of dominance and you obviously can't handle it." I ask, "What if he insists on seeing you and me together again?" Ryan squeezes my shoulder, "Dylan, he can't insist you do anything, that's not part of our deal. As for him wanting to see me more often than I intend, I'll put him off. No longer being his roommate I don't see what he can do about it except complain." Well, it sounds shaky to me, but I'll try it Ryan's way because I probably shouldn't get involved with Marty. I agree with Ryan about that, and about not telling anyone, especially Robby we're doing the sub/dom sex. But how will it work with Ryan being my boss along with Robby?" I ask, "Yeah, but how can I do what you tell me to do if Rob tells me to do something else?" He says, "You do what I tell you and we'll figure out how to handle any situations that come up individually with Rob. He's hardly dominant at all anyway. You know that better than me." I'm like, "Yeah, he too sweet, and he and I are into true love so he doesn't pay much attention to sub/dom stuff, and he never has." Ryan says, "That won't change, Dylan. With all Rob's extra curricular activities in sports though, you and me will have lots of time together to work on this. Especially now that I'm not Marty's roommate and I can come and go as I please." That makes sense and I like being with Ryan when I can't be with Robby, so it's all good. I look at him and he's obviously sincerely concerned for my welfare, which is wicked sweet too. I've also been experiencing a strange new feeling about Ryan. I felt it earlier today too. It's a very nice feeling though, nothing bad about it. He makes me feel squirmy good.

Two beers later we realize we've begun rehashing things we've already talked about. He says, "Come on, Dylan, we'll take our shower now." As we're getting undressed he laughs, "At least this Marty shit has finally got me to shut up about how I gave you a really good haircut." I laughs too, "Yeah, but Marty said my haircut went out of style in the fifties." He goes, "Fuck him," then he looks at me like he's surprised, "It felt good saying that. Fuck you, Marty! That's our motto, Dylan... 'Fuck you, Marty'." I go, "It works for me now, but it didn't earlier tonight" and he's like, "Yeah, don't say it to him again until I tell you it's okay. That'll be when I'm sure you're out of danger from being sucked into his trap." I go, "You mean when your dominance has satisfied my urge for sub/dom stuff with anyone but you, right?" He nods, "Exactly, Dylan. You may make light of it, but that's my goal." We're naked in my bedroom and I look at Ryan who grins, then says, "Good!!" I go, "What's good," and he says, "You're waiting for me to tell you what we're going to do next." Fuck, I didn't even realize that, but my dick twitches just the same. He says, "Get the stuff ready for our shower," and he follows me into the bathroom. I get clean towels and washcloths, but Ryan says, "When I'm done with it, you'll use the same washcloth I used. It's a little trick to remind you you're submissive to me," so I shrug and put a washcloth back on the shelf. I like the idea of using his washcloth. He asks, "Is the water the right temperature?" It is, so we get in and without being told I shampoo Ryan's hair, asking, "Are you going to have the same haircut as your twin now, Ryan, meaning me?" I add, "You know, now that you're not Marty's roommate and can do what you want?" He says, "Good question, I hadn't thought about that. Huh." The water rinses the shampoo out of Ryan's hair as I rub through his hair with my fingers. His hair's almost four inches long on top. It's been almost three months since I last got to give him a haircut. Marty had Ryan get a trim once at Supercuts and his hair is squared off in back at the neck to prove it. Farmer's haircut.

His hair's rinsed now so Ryan tells me, "You shampoo your head while I wash myself." As we're doing that he says, "Okay, here's the deal regarding haircuts. You'll give me a trim either Saturday or Sunday and I'll continue letting my hair grow longer, like Rob's doing, but I'll be giving you frequent haircuts that are at least as short as this one I just gave you. The burr

haircut I gave you this time marks our new beginning together so I want to keep it that way. It'll help you remember what we're trying to achieve. I sort of hinted that in the Mini. With me deciding on your haircuts it'll remind you you're submissive to my wishes. Somehow short hair helps submissive guys remember they have a dom, and they therefore know their place." He's right about that. From Willie on to other boyfriends, that's been the case with me. After Willie, Robby insisted I have short hair last spring and when I got submissive to Ryan he did the same thing. Sonny and others in between have done the same thing as well. And those guys in Key West too. The ones Willie and I ran into and Willie emulated the dom guy and told a barber to almost shave my head that time. At times I've fallen into very deep submissive trances getting my haircut really short, and I consider that a good thing. Actually, many so-called 'boys' have completely shaved bodies from their masters. Thinking about all that gives me a stiff dick and especially because I've got this newfound haircut fetish about Ryan cutting my hair. Sonny too for that matter, but I'll need to change my ways with him I guess.

Done bathing himself, Ryan hands me the washcloth and I use it to wash my body. Ryan rinses off and he's dried himself by the time I'm done the shower. Getting out of the tub I realize we didn't mess around sexually at all. Very disappointing! As I'm getting dressed, I ask, "Hey, boss, how come no messin' around in the shower?" He says, "Yeah, I thought about it, but I need to be unpredictable to keep your attention focused on me and build-up your anticipation. Anyway, ha ha, you hottie, we fucked in the Mini two hours

ago. When's Rob coming home?" I go, "He's out with his teammates, probably

drinking now. I'll text him if you want me to." "Yeah, shoot him a text to tell him I'm sleeping here tonight. Make sure it's okay, and maybe for a couple of nights after this one too." I go, "Sure thing, Ryan. Rob's gonna be really glad you're switching roommates, and Chubby too." He smiles, "Really?" I go, "Yeah, really, we all care about you." He nods, "That's nice, thanks for telling me. So they won't mind me bunking here?" I wave my hand at him, "Don't be silly. We're all your friends." I text Robby telling him briefly about Ryan and a minute later he calls. He is indeed happy and after I fill him in on our discussion with Marty, leaving out basically everything except that Marty's not going to object to Ryan changing roommates, he talks to Ryan congratulating him.

I get back on the phone watching Ryan smiling, so I guess Robby pumped him up for making the big move out of Marty's dorm. Robby says, "Nice, huh babe?" I say, "Yeah, Ryan's putting all that behind him, but now we got a guest

on the couch until I can get in touch with a guy I know who doesn't have a

roommate." Robby says, "For Ryan's first night as a temporary roommate he can sleep in our bed. I'm getting a little hammered here and it don't look like it's going to end any time soon. I'll crash on the couch when I stagger in late." I go, "Seriously? You don't mind?" He goes, "Baby, if I don't know you and me are destined to be lovers for life by now, I never will. Make him feel wanted, Dylan. You and me are good with each other's side sex, especially if I know it's with your twin. I'm over that jealousy crap where you two are concerned. I think you guys are awesome. Um, did you do the work for tomorrows classes?" I ask, "Did you?" He laughs, "Yes, I did. Me and Danny hammered it out before joining the guys drinking." I'll bet they hammered something. I say, "I'll tell Ryan and we'll do it now." Robby says, "I love you, Dylan. See you in the morning." He just about told me him and Danny are fucking like minks and that it's okay for me to do likewise. Hope I'm not projecting too much with that interpretation. Robby's attitude lately has been truly awesome. It makes everything more relaxed and we're totally comfortable with each other. I might even ask Robby if he'd like a three-way with me, him, and Danny to show I'm good with him and Danny getting it on.

After I say goodbye to Robby, I look over at Ryan and give him a big smile, "Rob said you should sleep in our bed on your first day as our temporary roommate." He goes, "Get out of here, he did not!" I nod, "Un huh, he did so," and Ryan comes over and we hug each other, then kiss. Ryan breaks the kiss with our arms still around each other and grins at me. He rubs his hands over the top of my head, saying, "I have the best 'boy' anybody ever had," and he kisses me again. I hug him tightly, then say seriously, "I'm on board with you being the boss, Ryan, and I'll do what you say. By Saturday afternoon we should know a lot more about the need for everything, right? Maybe you won't even need to do the dominant stuff with me when you see how unaffected I am this time with Marty." He nods, "Yeah maybe, but I think I know already how you'll be. You'll be enthralled by Marty and maybe Rex too. I won't be though, and that's because I know what pricks they are. After all, I've agreed that you guys are right and I need to separate myself from those two. Then seeing you with them my resolve got stronger. We're too good for the likes of them, especially you!" We hug tightly again, but I'm wondering if we're both being too optimistic. It feels so good hugging with Ryan though I forget about Marty as my dick gets hard. Ryan feels it pressing just above his groin and lets go of me, "Not now, Dylan. Our sex will be completely up to me from now on." I go, "I know! Anyway Rob says we should do tomorrows assignment for Friday's classes now." He says, "Balls! He's right though. Get my backpack and we'll use your desk in the bedroom." I'm grinning to myself because I love Ryan and the way he's conscientiously taking the lead for us... it's fun. This is the unexpected treat to come out of that

awkward encounter with Marty... for me anyway. I grab his backpack and follow him into the bedroom.

"Where should I put this, Ryan?" He motions to drop it on the bed. I do that, asking, "What side of the bed do you want to sleep on?" He laughs, "You're so much fun, Dylan. We'll sleep in the middle okay?" I skip over to him and get my arm around his neck, "You know what I want to do with you, Ryan, to prove you're my leader?" He shakes his head, "I'm afraid to ask," and I go, "I'm going lick your feet and rim your ass and suck your cock and any other place you want me to lick and suck." He really grins at that, "Oh, jeez, well okay. No one has ever done that for me." Then he gets serious again, "Don't turn this into a sex-a-thon, Dylan. That's not what this is all about. I need to be dominant so you won't need to search it out in other places and it's a temporary fix only. You'll then need to work at controlling that urge just like I will. We'll support each other." I try looking serious, then hug him again nuzzling my face on the side of his neck partially under his chin. He smells good as my fingers run through his hair and we end up on the bed making-out with boners in our pants. He smells crazy good and his body turns me on like wild fire spreads... sometimes out of control. We're wrestling around on the bed until Ryan's strength simply overpowers me and he on top. He stops, saying, "NO! No, Dylan, we're doing the study work now." I grin, then do a fake pout, and he says, "Fer chrissakes, act your age! Stop it." Now I'm frowning for real, "Okay, okay. I'll do it." We separate and get off the bed. He says, "Take out the workbook first," and I do that. He says, "Get mine out of my backpack!" What a fuckin' killjoy! I get his workbook and he pulls the other chair over and sits in it looking at me. I sit down, mumbling, "Sorry, Ryan." We work for an hour before I get up, saying, "I'm gonna get a beer before we start the last assignment." He goes, "No you're not, sit down!" I look at him, then sit down determined not to pout like a fucking baby, but pouting's fun. Chubby always gives in to me when I pout and so does Robby. I like being a spoiled brat occasionally. Ha ha, it is childish as hell though. We spend another half hour on the last assignment, then Ryan says, "Okay, I'm sick of doing this. Put everything away, I'm getting a beer."

He's right about me needing to grow up, but it's with him I've acted the most immature. He used to join in with the immature behavior before, just for

the fun of it. Huh. Okay, I said I'd try things his way and I will. I can be boringly mature if I need to be. I'm still thinking Ryan might be making a mountain out of a mole hill though, assuming mole hills are small. As I put our texts and papers away I think of Marty earlier tonight and get a shiver, but what kind of shiver? Oh, why lie to myself. It was a shiver of sexual arousal. Fuck! Damn, my cock! It's getting hard again. Dylan Newman, the human boner. In the living room Ryan hands me a beer and pats the sofa next to him. I sit-down but not right against him like I usually do. Then I confess to him about the shiver of sexual pleasure I got a minute ago thinking about Marty's dominance. He says, "Yeah, thanks for being honest. When that happens think about me and how I love you and want to help you with that." I nod, wondering if it actually might be a mountain of trouble I could have with Marty. That's what Ryan thinks could develop. That thought both is scintillating and scary so I move close to Ryan, saying, "It just scared me thinking about how pathetic I was with Marty." He mumbles, "Good, it should. I could hardly stand to watch you with him, and I've been through it with five different dominant asshole's myself and should know better. I really think I've finally had the motivation to put a stop to me doing that shit again." I ask, "What exactly is your motivation?" He says, "You."

My cellphone goes off in my pocket and I jump. Ryan chuckles, "On edge, are we?" and gives me a hug. It's Chubby, saying, "Hey, bro, how ya doing?" I'm like, "I'm okay, Chub, you still playing cards?" He says, "Yep, and I might stay at John Beverly's tonight. I'm not sure, but we might be totally hammered. Shots of Tequila this time." I go, "You drink too much," and he says, "Yes, mommy. I just didn't want you to worry." I go, "I always worry about you." He slurs, "Love you so much, bro!" and ends the call without saying goodbye. Huh! I tell Ryan what Chubby said, and he goes, "Has he stayed out overnight before?" I go, "It's rare," and Ryan says, "You know him a million times better than me, but he seems a very resourceful guy. I wouldn't worry about him." I look at him smirking, and after a minute, he asks, "What?" and I go, "I'm waiting for orders." He grins, "Put the Thursday Night Football game on and we'll chill out watching that." I go, "Copy that, boss," and get the game on and the TV then sit close to Ryan. He smiles at me as I pick up his arm and drape it across my shoulders, then snuggle into his side.

We watch the game like that drinking our beers. Ryan starts running his fingers up the back of my head as I smell the back of my hand looking at him looking at the TV. He's really cute in a different way than say, Robby or Chubby, but still really cute. Pretty eyes and his curly beard, although sparse, is sexy to me. I reach over and push his glasses up his cute nose, then run the back of my finger against his curly chin whiskers that grow only at the bottom of his chin. He has a pretty complexion too, very pale and flawless and he's got the sexiest lips ever. He turns to grin at me, "I love the way you love me, Dylan. You're the only one to ever do that except my dear parents who think I'm awesome. If only they knew how far away from awesome I really am." I say, "I won't tell them." He goes, "Hey, you think I'm awesome, don't you?" I nod, "Yeah, I do," and lay my head in his lap, mumbling, "Keep rubbing my hair, Ryan." He keeps doing it, mumbling, "I'm the one giving the orders around here, but I can't get enough of this short haircut I gave you. It's a silly little thing that makes me feel so good inside." I'm adjusting my position now, laying on my back with my feet over the sofa's arm and the back of my head in his lap. He starts rubbing my head from my forehead back, just lightly with his fingers. Of course I'm springing another boner and it feels nice too. I know part of my head is on his big cock and balls so ya know, really sexy and I get to look at him instead of a boring one-sided football game from the other conference. If it's not the Patriots or at least teams from our conference playing, I don't care about it.

Ryan looks down at me, saying, "You can't drink your beer laying like that." and I say, "I'd rather look at you than drink beer or watch this game." He takes a deep breath, mumbling, "I'm going to take such good care of you, Dylan, and I don't mind if it means doing things I don't want to do." Sweet! He leans down and kisses my lips. Our lips make a wet smacking sound when they part. I ask, "How'd you do that? Are you a contortionist?" He chuckles, "I almost cracked my spine bending over that much, but your kiss was worth it." I turn towards him so my face is against his stomach and wrap my arms around him to hug tightly. He smells good and his tight compact body feels good. His cock is hard now, poking the side of my neck and I'm hoping he puts it to good use, but he gets us both sitting up, saying, "Not now, Dylan," and I go, Why not?" He mutters, "Because I said so, that's why not." I hop up grabbing his empty beer bottle and take it along with my half full warm one to the kitchen. Grabbing two cold ones from the refrigerator and handing one to Ryan, I start to say, 'I'm going out on the balcony for a smoke', but I stop, and instead say, "Is it okay if I have a cigarette on the balcony?" He goes, "Of course! I'll join you."

Adjusting my receding boner I follow him to collect our coats from where we dropped them on a chair, then out to the balcony. I light two cigarettes and pass him one. He mutters, "Cold," and I nod fighting off another childish pout. He gets an arm around me, saying, "We'll keep each other warm." I can't resist hugging him, then asking, "Can we do the hot cigarette kiss?" and he leans in with his candy lips to exhale smoke into my mouth from the drag he took off his cigarette. I exhale it through my nose grinning as we kiss. I don't know why that makes me grin, but it does. We smoke and hug in silence for awhile with me staring at Ryan who appears to be deep in thought. "What are you thinking about, Ryan?" He looks at me, "Oh, nothing. Well, that's not true. I was just thinking how lucky I am to have met you and how much you mean to me." I go, "Oh, that's so nice, Ryan. I feel the same way about you." He's serious when he says, "Don't misinterpret what I need to do for the next month or two. I mean, where you and me are concerned, Dylan. I, um, deprive myself more than deprive you of some things we normally do together, but you need to look at me as a dominant figure in your life if you're going to avoid the Marty pitfall. I didn't avoid it and paid a price and will still pay a price for awhile, although less and less. Don't mess around and think you're immune to getting hooked on his act because you're not. You're an amateur and he's a professional predator, which I didn't pick up on while emailing him last summer, or the first month here for that matter." I don't fucking want to talk about this shit anymore so I just nod, and say, "I'll do what you say, okay?" I might have sounded a little annoyed when I said 'okay' the way I did. Anyway he just shrugs and drops the topic.

We go inside and I guess Ryan did pick up on my annoyed tone of voice because he says, "Turn off the TV. We're going to bed." Damn! He's just trying to help me in his own way, or he thinks he is anyway, Going to bed in a bad mood isn't good. I smile, "Sure, Ryan. Um, I hope you didn't think I was, ah, grumpy out there. Did you?" He takes my hand, saying, "Come on, grumpy, bedtime." We go down the hall hand in hand and all of a sudden I get that more and more familiar sexy squirmy feeling low in my belly. The one I've been noticing and it has to do with Ryan. I don't feel comfortable stopping Ryan to hug and kiss him like I'd have done before we visited the evil Marty. Ryan's made it plain that he'll decide when we do anything sexy, which just makes me want it all the more. If I get the chance I'm going to be as devoted a sex buddy as he's ever imagined. Hopefully he'll want more of that. It's a plan with delicious possibilities because I'm really horny for him. Not that this is the first time I could say that because I get like crazy for him sometimes. I just think he's so cool and sexy. He's always turned me on for reasons I know about, as well as ones I'm probably not consciously aware of. Damn, I'm hot for him and his body. My friggin' boner is poking out my pants so I put my hand in my pocket and work it sideways. Ryan, in a deadpan voice, asks, "Another boner?" and I whine, "Yes, because I'm so horny for you, Ryan." He says, "We got fucked together a couple of hours ago." I go, "I know, but you've fucked me four times in a night more than once."

He doesn't respond to that so I get undressed and, standing naked with half of a boner listing to the side, I ask, "Um, can we sleep together naked tonight?" He says, "No, put something on." I put on the boxer shorts I just took off. Ryan's wearing his too... he doesn't have many clothes here. I say, "You can wear my clothes tomorrow, Ryan," and he says, "Your pants are too long. I brought some clothes for tomorrow's classes." Huh! I watch him because his body is hot. Good definition from lifting weights for months now, but no body hair to speak of. On his body that's perfect if you ask me. We pee, wash or hands and face, and brush our teeth. In the bedroom I wait for him to get in bed before I turn out the light and get under the covers. We're both laying on our stomachs and after a minute I slide over so my side's touching his. He makes and exasperated snort, then sighs and I slide my arm over his back and snuggle against him. He doesn't move so I get in a little tighter and inhale the scent coming off his mostly naked body. My body does a little shudder and we lay together silently for a few minutes until I murmur, "Please, Ryan," and he quietly says, "Oh fuck! Okay, but I beg you not to do this after tomorrow when we're done with the asshole. It's hard enough resisting you without you saying , 'Please, Ryan,' like I'm some heartless, cold person. He rustles around and I do too so we're facing each other, "I love you, Dylan, and would be the happiest person who ever lived if I could have you for myself forever. That isn't happening, I know that, so I'm intent on keeping you safe from Marty instead. Hoping we can be sex-buddy partners and friends for a couple of more years at least. That's my goal. Okay?" I'm like, "Sure, but I'm being submissive to you, Ryan. Aren't I?" He tries to keep a straight face, but can't, chuckling he goes, "Yeah, when you feel like it, or now when you want me to fuck you. I'm immensely flattered, really I am, but you need to feel submissive to me, generally speaking, so you don't go out looking for it. Maybe looking for it consciously or subconsciously. We'll wean Marty out of our lives completely and go on like we used to." I go, "Okay." He chuckles again and hugs me against his bare chest with his curly beard against my face. Nice!

After a couple of Ryan's special deep kisses, with both of us a little breathless, I say, "I'd like to take my boner with me and go down to the foot of the bed to show you how submissive I feel towards you, boss. I want to worship your body." He says, "That's hard to say 'no' to, Dylan." I mutter, "Good, I glad you finally agree." He chuckles again, then says, "Pull the cover down." Before doing that I first stick my head under the covers to get a whiff of his concentrated scent captured under here, and oh man is that a sexy body scent coming off Ryan, and me too I guess! Wow! Going down the bed while smelling the back of my wrist and pulling the covers with me, I hop off the end and get on my knees to grip his ankles and drag him down so his feet are at the end of the mattress. His feet smell good too, as Chubby would concur I'm sure. Size seven I'm guessing. I wear nine-and-a-half myself. Pressing my nose to the sole of his foot I inhale, as Ryan says, "You nut, Dylan, don't smell my feet, they stink," but he doesn't pull his foot away. I mumble, "They stink good, Ryan." After licking up the sole I suck on his toes moving my tongue between each one. Next to rimming, this to me is the most submissive thing you can do, and it makes me grunt, "Mmm, fuck, that's hot," and pull my pud a little. I lick his foot and then the other one with Ryan wiggling his toes in my mouth. Leaving his feet covered in saliva, I crawl up on the bed and run my hand from his ankle to his knee and back. Really nice calf so I lick up it, and then over his knee with my eyes at the top of their socket watching Ryan watching me. I can see the tip of his pink tongue just visible between his lips and then it disappears and he sucks on those hot lips of his with a little grin. Damn, he's cute.

More licking, up his thigh now, and then under the leg of his boxer short's leg until I can't push the material up any further. Pulling his boxers down to his knees I lick around his groin, then look up. "Would you like me to

shave your pubic hairs?" He says, "Um, yeah, but don't stop what you're doing now. Tomorrow or sometime like that." I nod and lick all around his pubic hairs and do it until they're plastered to his body, then get between his legs, looking at him, saying, "You have a wonderful natural body scent, Ryan, and your skin tastes good too." He goes, "Uh huh, go ahead, do more," so I pull his boxers off the rest of the way and moving his heavy cock to the side, begin licking his oversized gonads. There's a few random hairs on his scrotum which I lick flat and then suck on his nuts through the scrotum skin as Ryan's drawing in air between his teeth making a long, "Ssssh," sound as he lifts his ass off the sheet. Long laps up his special penis and all around it holding it up with my fingers and licking it like crazy. Then the head is in my mouth and I'm licking it like a lollypop and sucking on an inch of the shaft with my lips. After bobbing my head on his cock a half dozen times, Ryan's other head goes back as he's letting out a long moan, "Aaaaah, oooh, fuccck." A little harder bob of my head downward and his cock's head goes past my throat's gag reflex area, and then lowering my head slowly I take his entire eight-plus inches in my throat and mouth. My nose is pressed to his belly as he wreaths on the bed rubbing my head with both hands. When I slowly back off his cock it's as hard as wood. I moan, and hump my hips as a long drool of precum slides from my boner and has me blinking fast and shaking my head. I'm so sexually aroused I hardly know where I am, but I sure as shit know who I'm with because his special sexy scent is in my head. I look at his hard cock a second while taking a deep breath, and go down on it again all the way unit my lips are surrounded by his pubic hairs.

Our bodies are both stiff as our cocks. Ryan's back arches as he moans and I back off his boner with a string of precum extending across my tongue. When the head slips off my tongue there's a string of spit and precum attached it. The string breaks and swings down to stick down and under my chin. Ryan's eyes are closed as he moans quietly rubbing around his groin but I'll bet he doesn't dare touch his boner or it would shoot off for sure. Taking another deep breath I clench my groin muscles teasing my boner as my shoulders shudder on their own. Nice. On my hands and knees I reach over and run my fingers through Ryan's longish hair and then lean in and we do a sweet lovers-like kiss that almost makes me climax. Breaking the kiss we look into each others eyes for a few seconds, then I drop my eyes and mumble, "Would you lift your knees, Ryan?" He pulls his feet back towards his ass and his knees go up. My cock feels so good I gasp, and Ryan rubs my cheek with his finger tips. I look at him again and try to read his eyes seeing in them what can only be love, and I almost cum again.

Gasping, then holding my breath for fifteen seconds or so I get between Ryan's feet, that are close to his ass with his knees up in the air. Pushing back on his knees raising his ass slightly. Looking at his asshole and plump

butt cheeks I think, 'Huh, a sexy ass and it would be a pretty rosebud asshole except a few random hairs around his anus detracts from perfection. I take care of those for Robby when I shave his pubic stubble and I'll do the same for Ryan. His near perfect rosebud asshole is pink and very clean. I saw him wash it extra in the shower and wondered for a second if he expected that I'd rim him tonight, and for the first time I feel a for-real submissive shiver enter my body and I love the sensation. I glance at Ryan's eyes and he's looking at me intently, biting his bottom lip... he almost looks afraid, or no, it's that he can't believe I'm seriously into him this much. Um, neither can I, but I am because he's so awesome. I lick up his short ass crack and then leave my tongue on his asshole holding my breath again because I think I'm going to cum. Waiting a few seconds, quietly moaning, my eyes closed, I'm trying to figure out what's happening to me. It's not the first time I've wondered that today. Something new is happening.

After a minute I open my eyes and continue rimming Ryan's ass until I hear from outer space, "No, Dylan. You'll make me cum and I want to give you my cum in your beautiful, perfect ass." In a bit of a dreamy daze my head comes up and there's Ryan puffing out his cheeks, his eyes seeming to shine; then, giving me a little grin, he murmurs, "I loved that, but look at my cock." I glance at his swollen cock, the head looks like a dark red plum, then looking back at Ryan's face, I quietly ask a stupid question, "Where are your glasses?" He turns his head to the night stand where he put his glasses, and I mutter, "Oh," walking on my hands and knees again, straddling his tight body, and when my face is over his he puts his hands behind my neck and slowly pulls my head down to his with me staring at his perfect bow-shaped puffy lips until my lips are on his. My eyes close and we kiss a wonderful kiss with my boner against my stomach, hard and leaking. Lowering my ass while reaching around behind me to guide his big, swollen, hard, wet-headed cock to my anxious asshole, and then sitting on it I'm amazed something that big can fit in my ass. He's shorter than me so my neck strains down enabling our lips to stay together as a little pressure on the head of his boner spreads the lips of my anus, and the head goes halfway inside me. We both grunt, "Umm," and I sit down a tiny bit more and the head pushes past my sphincter muscle and we're docked together now. My top lip drags across his curly soft mustache as both my lips wet now drag across his cheek in a line until our faces are side by side. Ryan hugs around the back of my neck with both arms and I gasp thinking again I'm going to cum.

His sexy boy-scent whirls around in my mind with me slowly lowering my ass onto his big boner. The large wet head of his cock traveling up my rectum creates a combination of pain and pleasure that has me holding my breath with each inch of penetration until I'm sitting on his pubic hairs, then flattening them as my buttocks rest firmly on his groin and thighs. "Ooooh," from me as my shoulders shudder again. I lift my head and kiss his forehead, my nose in his clean soft hair. A big inhale by me gets my toes curling as Ryan's personal scent again fills my head. I quietly murmur, "Mmmmm, so nice, Ryan, so totally nice," and his arms tighten around the back of my neck pulling my head down further with my cheek sliding against his and Ryan saying so quietly I can barely make it out, "I love you like life itself," and as I slowly lift my ass his cock sets off an avalanche of sexual pleasure inside me and another thought drifts past my brain, 'Are Ryan and me in love?'. The head of his boned-up cock's finally withdraws enough to pull outward the lips of my asshole sending ten million tickles of pleasure to my brain and all other thoughts leave my head so my brain can concentrate on the message of intense, unbelievable sexual pleasure. Another long moan ,leaves my throat, "Mmmmmm," as I'm again sitting back down on that fat, long, hard beautiful penis of his. Then up again and down with both of our heads shuddering next to each other as we moan a duet of sexual pleasure that increases as the pain fades into oblivion leaving only pleasure and the subtle sound of my butt cheeks hitting his groin and legs, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds join our moans of pleasure, my pleasure coming mostly from inside my rectum and his from the head and shaft of his cock, "Oooh, ooh, ooh, ooh," as I maintain a steady rhythm now... up and down, up and down, up and down until my whole world is centered in my rectum and boner. My belly hits his each time I go down on his cock as his arm hold tightly around the back of my neck and the sides of our faces slide together getting sweaty... and nothing could feel this good.

My boner hits Ryan's stomach every time I drop my ass leaving precum in a little puddle at the bottom of his breast bone. I turn my head and press my lips to the side of his forehead, keeping them there, my nose pressed on top of his head with our magic carpet ride picking up speed to go along with the quickly accelerating sensations of impending climax. Indescribable pleasure sensation bombard my brain in the most glorious way with desperation in both our moans of pleasure now. Two climaxes are soaring high and taking us both to new heights of pleasure, unimaginable to all living things on this world except us. It's a frantic thirty seconds at the end, and then a mushroom cloud of sexual pleasure and a squeal from me as my back arches and my head comes up a little, my hips hump and it's like a delicious bomb going off in my balls as cum fires up through my achingly hard boner shooting cum that splashes under Ryan's chin. His arms holding me behind my neck tightens as I squeal again thrusting my hips with another stream of cum splattering between us. It's an explosion of sexual pleasure with me whimpering shooting little spurts of cum and then going limp as Ryan body gets stiff, he struggles on the bed under me, lifts me up a little with a violent hump against my ass and cum shoots from his cock off the walls of my rectum, "Umm, ooh, ooh," from Ryan still stiff and humping against me again with his narrow hip and more cum splatters inside my sloppy ass as Ryan goes limp now with me on top of him still impaled by his long cock.

We breath deeply, our hearts beating, thump, thump, thump against one another's chest. Two hearts beating together. Ryan's head goes back and mine comes down so our lips can meet for a luscious kiss with our tongues sliding together and Ryan almost lifting me to turn us on our side and then me on my

back with him on top of me now, his cock still up my ass. Our kissing gets

frenzied with Ryan's hands on my head rubbing my burr haircut as our faces move and our noses bump together side to side. His hips start up now as his boner comes back hard moving in my slippery ass and feeling oh so wonderfully fucking good. He humps his big cock in my ass for a couple of minutes and I feel another orgasm beginning when Ryan flops over next to me pulling his sloppy cock from my ass. I go up on my side and then lay halfway on his sticky cheek, sticky with my cum. His arms go around my back to hug my body to his as we kiss again, then lay still with the sides of our faces touching. Quiet breathing now as sensations from our sex together buzzes one last time before fading out completely leaving me blissfully contented and feeling on top of the world, all horrors of earlier today forgotten for the moment. I rub my nose against the side of Ryan's head and then give his cheek a long wet kiss as he hugs the air out of me, then we're two happy puppies snuggling together, neither of us speaking.

His body just feels so good, I just love being like this. Ryan begins absently running his fingers in my short hair again, then turns his head to look

at me, quietly saying, "Times like this make everything else in my life, all the nasty things I've put myself through, seem like nothing. Dylan, you actually shouldn't even exist, not in my life anyway. You're one of the lucky special people with your exceptional looks and your kind, sweet personality and perfect body, hair, eyes and every fuckin' thing about you is perfection. I don't deserve someone as exceptionally perfect as you. I often think I'm dreaming when you return my affection, and not just during sex with you, which is the singular highlight of my life, but your friendship and kindness to me is a dream come true. When I'm with you it's like I'm one of the special people too, beautiful and clever, tall and sexy. One of the 'in-crowd' that I've observed from afar all my life. I feel important and worthwhile when I'm with you and I'll have these memories all my life no matter if I go back to being just nerdy Ryan Wilcocks again." I grin, mumbling, "A little dramatic perhaps, but I can't disagree with anything you've said." We laugh as we hug and wrestle around on the bed a little. Then, still hugging each other, I say, "You are one of the beautiful people you spoke of, Ryan. If I am, then you certainly are one too, but I've never been in the in-crowd or been different than you. If you're nerdy I love nerds. Ha ha, actually I'm quite fond of nerds always considering myself a little nerdy." He shakes his head, grinning, "You're delusional if you think you're a nerd. Us nerds wouldn't allow someone as cute and awesome as you in our Science and Engineering Society. You know, your mom's an obtuse triangle, that sort of deduction, or the Dungeons and Dragons club. No way! We wouldn't let someone as cool as you in that club with us. You're hanging with the jocks and running for class office. You'd probably be president of your class and king of the prom with a cheerleader chick as your queen. She wouldn't think of looking at, never mind talking to a nerd like me." I'm laughing, then ruffle the hair on his head, saying, "Neither of us is any of those things. Anyway I'm not smart enough to be in that Science and Engineering club." He goes, "Oh fuck, I'd let you join."

Ryan stretches and then says, "Well, all I know is you've got a nerd who loves you and is going to dominate your ass with some sub/dom sex so you don't have a single submissive urge to look for it yourself. I'm gonna look out for your well being as if you were my lover, my true lover." I snuggle into his side with my arm across his chest, saying, "I hate to inform you, but this wasn't sub/dom sex, boss." He goes, "I know. I could be your true-love lover easily if you weren't already in true love with Rob." I say, "Oh yeah, Ryan, you and I would easily be together the rest of our lives with you dominating the living shit out of me." He chuckles, "How romantic. Dominating the living shit out of you. Very romantic concept." I kiss his lips, "You know I love you, Ryan, I've told you that fifty times." He nods his head, "I'll happily accept an kind of love from you, Dylan, be it friendship or whatever, but you know I mean a love like you and Rob have." I mutter, "I know, Ryan," and we do a long kiss with no tongue, just a warm luscious kiss with both of us rubbing each other's body. It's so nice.

I don't think either one of us expected to go to sleep, but we lay together quietly contented and that's what happens... we fall asleep. It's a peaceful sleep without a care, and then when I wake up and glance at the still sleeping Ryan thoughts of reality bombard me. It's Ryan, not Robby, in bed with me. Oh yeah, I hope Robby's okay on the couch. And is Chubby safe? He was drunk when I talked to him on my cellphone last night. I hope John Beverly's looking out for him, my treasure of a brother. Today's Friday and we have a couple of classes. Am I prepared? Ah yes, Robby reminded Ryan and me to do the work for class and we did it, but there's something else. What is it? Oh fuck! Today's the day with Marty. I know I'm stupid about this, but I can't help thinking it might be sexually hot to experience his sub/dom, slave/master, whatever the fuck sex is with him. I don't even like him, which breaks my rule of having buddy-sex only with someone I like and/or find attractive. Still, I have a tingling in my nuts thinking about it. Ryan's warned me it's folly to take Marty lightly and I believe him, but still I have that sexy tingle. Looking at Ryan next to me and that strange new something makes me feel funny. I lightly run my fingers through his hair wishing he's let me give him a real haircut and not just trim up his long hair. Maybe he's actually going to grow a ponytail like Robby. Yes, Robby. I love him so much, but am I having those feelings for Ryan now too? And if so how did that happen? And what am I going to do about it?

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

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