Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 11

by Donny Mumford

It's Thursday evening. Me and my roommates, Robby and Chubby, have just had a nice relaxing time together drinking a few beers and eating a casual hamburger dinner. I love these guys. I'm so lucky to be living with them while

going through my college life. What can I say, they just mean so much to me and being with them adds to my college experience tremendously. Whether we know it or not, we're all forging memories that we'll probably remember forever, I know I will. It's especially emotional for me having my brother close by like this because he's the world to me. Just a glance at Chubby can bring back so many memories of the joys we shared in our young lives together. It's emotional for me like I said, really wonderfully emotional and comforting being with him. And then there's the romantic love of my life, Robby, who's my other roommate, my real roommate because we share the same bedroom. He's so perfect for me and even though I'm not worthy of him, we both fall in love a little more each day. Right now Robby and I are in our boxer shorts purposely bumping against one another in the bathroom as we get ready for bed. We're washing up and taking care of bathroom business in general. Tomorrow is the first regular day of our sophomore year at Merrimack. The orientations have been endured and the professors have met us, their students, and we've met them, so it's finally time to get down to work. I wouldn't admit this to the guys, but I'm kinda excited about getting started.

Robby's brushing his teeth grinning at me in the mirror as I gargle with mouthwash. I can't help but grin back at him which allows some mouthwash to slip out of my mouth and run down my chin making Robby bark out a laugh splattering dots of toothpaste on the mirror. We finish up in the bathroom and get in bed with the lights off snuggling together. There's an outside light in the parking lot that dimly shines through the windows lighting our bedroom like a night light. Robby has his arm behind my neck as we lay on our backs, our sides touching from shoulders to feet. Our heads are turned looking at each other in the very dim light, grinning at one another again. "I'm so happy, Dylan, this is the start of our life together. It won't be official for maybe two years, but in my mind right now is the beginning of everything for us. We went through our dating years, and then last year living together at college was a dry run, and a feeling-out period for us as well. And now we're engaged to be married and this is the real thing, it's really happening, my dream has become reality." I roll up on my side leaning against Robby, looking down at him, murmuring, "It's become my dream and my reality too, Robby. You're so much better than me at planning things and organizing a path for us to the future. It makes all the sense in the world that I follow your lead and embrace each step we've taken since that first kiss together. You're my leader and my true lover. Um, I don't want to get corny here, but thank you for showing me what true love is. As I've said before, I used to confuse true love with false love or love of the moment, but you've taught me true love and now I know the difference." He reaches up to rub the palm of his hand on my cheek, staring into my eyes, "You're so beautiful, Dylan, so cute and handsome and good looking all wrapped up in one. You take my breath away sometimes, but don't be so hard on yourself, you had as much to do with our love as I did, maybe more. You've been my motivation from the first day I saw you in middle school. I became determined and motivated to have us become lovers and more. I began by fantasizing about you from that day I first saw you until that first kiss you mentioned. After that I planned for us to be together forever, but it was you who started us on our journey. I was too shy to approach you. You were always with Chubby in those days too, so the opportunities were few to somehow speak to you. Then in our junior year a miracle happened and out of the blue you spoke to me. I thought I'd pee my pants when I heard your voice saying my name, but it was the thrill of my life up to that point. You've given me many other thrills since then of course, but that was my first. It's a day I'll never, ever forget." I nod my head, mumbling, "You telling me that just now gave me goose bumps, but I was shy then too, and I still don't know how I had the guts to approach a uber cute popular jock like you."

I lay on Robby a little more, kinda sideways, loving the feel of his taut body against mine. He smiles at me, or was it a smirk. Then we kiss sweetly as I run my fingers through his hair. I love his awesome blond hair. We rub noses together with our foreheads touching, then he runs his fingers through my butchered haircut, muttering, "I can't get this thought out of my mind. Do you think there's a chance Ryan did this to your hair on purpose? Ruined your haircut for spite, or for some other nefarious reason? I mean..." I interrupt him by shaking my head 'no', and saying, "No, I really don't think so, don't blame him. He isn't very good at cutting hair. He never claimed he was, actually. Some people just don't have a knack for it." Robby mutters, "I don't have much of an aptitude for it either, but you taught me how to do it okay, so I'm at least passable at haircutting. I loved cutting your hair, ya know, but for purposes of threesome harmony, I let Ryan do it." I'm like, "You're a good leader, Robby" and he says, "Yeah? You think? Thanks, but Ryan's not giving you anymore haircuts. I'm really upset about this, and even though Chubby did his best to correct the haircut, it still looks pretty bad. I'll do it for you it in the future." I mutter, "Good, but for now, the hell with it. Lets put it behind us and I'll just wear a hat for a couple of weeks." He puts his arm around the back of my neck pulling my head down for another boner-inducing kiss. I gasp quietly and look into Robby's big blue eyes again as a feeling comes over me that I should tell him, or confess to him, about Ryan and me. I go, "Robby, um, you tell me if this is too much information, but I feel compelled to tell you what's happening between us twins." Robby says, "What do you mean? Does it have anything to do with the haircut he gave you?" I say, "No, I don't think so, or maybe a little bit, but it would probably have been subconscious on Ryan's part,

if at all. I really don't think he started out with the intention of fucking it up so badly. No, I think it's more that Ryan was generally upset and not concentrating on what he was doing." "What was he upset about?" "Oh, he wanting his and my relationship to be the same as it was before he moved away, but things have changed since then, you and me are now engaged for one thing, and nothing can ever be the exact same as it was before anyway. This disappointed Ryan and upset him."

I hesitate to see if Robby will object to me sharing what's going on with Ryan and me. I mean, Ryan is a member of the threesome so we should be able to discuss him as long as it's not for purposes of sabotaging him. Robby says, "Um, I don't want the three of us to get in the habit of running to each other with a petty complains about what the other one might or might not have done. We're suppose to be bonding as a tight knit threesome that looks out for each other." I go, "This isn't a complaint, Robby. It's a change in Ryan's and my relationship that might upset the balance we've had as a threesome in the past." He asks, "What balance?" and I tell me, "The side-sex balance. You've had a kind of dominant side-sex relationship with him, and he's had the same with me. It made for good side-sex in the past. And, I'm not ignoring that you and me have awesome lover's sex ourselves, it's just that our sex together isn't going to change whatever happens between Ryan and me, or the threesome in general." Then I blush a little, muttering, "You're well aware I like to be submissive during sex, right? I guess I should be embarrassed to admit that, but I've told you about it for years so, ya know. It's a weird fetish thing I guess, but there it is... it's something that's a part of me. Anyway, Ryan fed into my submissive desires with his dominant side, but something has put a money wrench in the works." He shrugs, "First of all, nothing about you is weird, Dylan. What's the monkey wrench?" I go, "The monkey wrench is that Ryan being dominant with me during our side-sex doesn't float anymore." Robby shrugs, "Why not?" I go, "It's simple and complex at the same time. He insists on being the boss of me when you're not with us, and I don't want that now. I won't have it even though that's the way we played it in the past. That's the simple part of the monkey

wrench. The reasons behind Ryan's and my feelings is the complex part. First of all, now that we're engaged I only want to have you as my boss and no one else." I look at him as he appears amused by that comment.

He finally chuckles, then says, "Sorry, Dylan. It's just that I'm not your boss. You're so cute with that nonsense, but I know the score." I go, "Humor me, Robby," and he grins, muttering, "Absolutely." I go, "Anyway, I won't agree to let Ryan be the boss of me, and he says he can't be dominant in his and my side-sex unless I am submissive to him." Robby's like, "Why's that?" and I go, "He claims it's takes an effort on his part to be dominant. His basic nature is a submissive one, like me. In order for him to be dominant he claims I need to be submissive to him after sex, before sex, and during sex because that way he doesn't need to gear up from zero to total dominance during the rare times we have sex. No, that's not true. It's not rare times, we've at times had sex often, and I'm sorry about that." Robby shrugs, muttering, "That's in the past, baby, forget about it." I says, "Anyway, Ryan doesn't understand why I won't be submissive to him, and I don't understand, or believe, his contention he can't be dominant just during sex. He's done it in the past whenever he wanted to. Also, he's picked up some bitterness over the summer from the horrible treatment he got from the Georgia crowd and now he lacks some of the basic sweetness that his personality used to have. So that's another factor in my contention I don't want to accommodate his submissive requirement." Robby goes, "Yeah, a problem, but is it a big problem?" Without getting into that for the moment, I mumble, "Um, ya know, I feel like I'm squealing on him, or whining, or something. I'm not doing that, really. That's not my intention. I just wanted to tell you there might be trouble for the continuation of the threesome. The other unexpected thing is Ryan now wants me to 'top' him, and, um, we did that in his dorm room." Robby holds his hand up, "No descriptions of side-sex, please. It's bad enough that you and I know we're both doing it on the side." I mumble, "I wasn't describing it, and anyway that's not the point. But you asked

me a minute ago if I thought all this is a big problem, and I don't see it that way unless you'd like to continue the threesome. Then, yeah, it's could be a problem."

Robby, nods his head, and I go, "I'm only saying, the way it's going, Ryan will have you and me 'topping' him and he might, um, choose one over the other making one of us, ah, redundant I guess you could say. From Ryan's viewpoint, I mean. That's what I meant when I said this change could and probably will throw the balance of the threesome off. It could upset the apple cart and I thought you should be aware of it." He asks, "Apple cart?" I go, "Another inane expression, but you know what I mean." He thinks about that, then shrugs, "Would it bother you if he chose one of us over the other?" I think about that, then go, "Actually, no, it wouldn't bother me. I obviously prefer the submissive side during sex, on the other hand I found it interesting and strangely enjoyable topping someone again. Huh, funny I should say that, but no it wouldn't bother me if Ryan chose you to be his top. Actually, if it were to come to a choice, I hope it'd be you he chooses. But then, why have the threesome at all?" Robby says, "Either way is fine with me, I mean, as far as who Ryan wants as his sex partner. As for the threesome, I've explained the potential benefits of that before, and I mean benefits other than side-sex within our threesome. We don't have to have the threesome though, of course we don't. As for you enjoying the 'topping' experience, any time you want to be the 'top' for us it's fine with me, and your welcome to do it too, Dylan. That's how we began our sexual adventure together, if you remember." I say, "Yeah, but here's another aspect of the Ryan situation. He told me he's hoping to connect with either his roommate, Marty, or Marty's friend, Rex, for sex. These are the guys he emailed with last summer. Ryan would be submissive to one of them, or maybe both... I don't really know. So he could be off the reservation entirely whatever we decide." Robby goes, "Huh! That's unexpected, but you know, so what? Good luck to him. I had some vague hope that the threesome would further cement you and me, like it did initially." I mumble, "You mean cement me to you, but that's not the important thing, Robby. The important thing is you don't need the threesome to make me love you more because you do a perfect job of that all

by yourself." He blushes while smiling, "Thanks, Dylan, that's sweet. You're right too, I agree the threesome isn't needed for that purpose now, and I hope you don't think me devious for hoping for that result when I started the threesome last spring." I say, "Oh, not at all, Robby. It worked didn't it? It helped me see what a special boy I had for a boyfriend."

We're quiet for a minute thinking about all this. I'm thinking I made the right decision telling Robby and I don't feel I did it for any reason except to be sure Robby isn't blind sided by anything that might happen. Basically I want all three of us to be happy, and that's in or out of the threesome. Preferably outside of it, but if Robby still wants the threesome, which I'm not sure he does now, I'll support him fully. The only thing I'm sure about is that Robby and I agreed we aren't all that concerned if Ryan chooses one of us over the other. I was frankly worried Robby's feelings might be hurt if Ryan preferred me. Heh heh, the paddling I might be able to give Ryan compared to Robby's modest dominance would likely have Ryan choosing me. The last thing I want is Robby's feeling hurt. Luckily, now I don't think Robby would care." After a minute or so, Robby's saying, "Thinking back on things, I gotta admit it's fun pretending to be the boss of the threesome, and I know it's helped me in my supervisory position at work during the summer. My dad wanted me to supervise the crew and he'll assign me positions like that from now on until eventually a management position will come my way." I go, "Oh yeah, you'll be an awesome manager." Robby grins, "Thanks, Dylan. Ya know, it was definitely good experience when I had to lead our threesome through the early troubled waters last year. I learned a lot about being in charge with that." Well, to be a little more accurate... I led us through the troubled waters with subtle suggestions to Robby, but no need to split hairs here by mentioning minor facts.

Robby takes a deep breath, then adds, "But, getting experience for being a supervisor is no reason to continue the threesome. It needs to work for the

three of us or it's basically shit." I say, "Plus you already are a great supervisor Robby, and what's this about pretending to be a leader? You're not pretending to be the boss, you are the boss." He grins, "Okay, if you say so, boss." I go, "Ha, don't think for one second I want to be anybody's boss because nothing could be further from the truth." He shrugs his shoulders as he lays here in bed, looking up at me. Then he mutters, "Maybe that's the best kind of leader of all, Dylan, one who doesn't 'get off' on being the leader." I say, "You don't 'get off' on it," and he says, "Yeah, I do a little bit. I really do." I go, "Well, that's perfect then. You're our leader and you like being the leader. Perfect!" He says, "Ha ha, you're wonderful. You make me feel so good about myself. You know what, I need to have sex with you right now, Dylan. Every single thing about you is making me love you more and more until I'm nearly out of my mind with desire for you, it all just me incredibly sexually aroused." I'm like, "Oh, but I have a wicked headache tonight, I'm really sorry," and then a chuckles burst out of me looking at Robby's startled expression. I grin muttering, "Just kidding, boss." He grins back at me as he gets his arm around the back of my neck, mumbling, "You're such an adorable brat." He pulls my head down to his for a wet kiss, then his tongue is in my mouth and I lay fully on his hot chest now and an awesomely sexy, squirmy feeling spreads over me making my body shudder as my mind becomes overwhelmed with feelings of love and joy at the idea of sharing a sexual experience with my hot boyfriend, Robby.

The feel of Robby's body and his familiar sexy scent has for sometime now acted like an aphrodisiac to me, and the way our lips fit so well and feel so sexy together, and the taste of his mouth with his sexy pink tongue, plus knowing how much he loves me... it all hits me in a staggering and overwhelming wonderfully loving and erotic way. I want to give him my whole being, body and soul. I feel inadequate to show him how much I love him, and how grateful I am to him. I mean grateful for the way he willingly overlooks my

faults while trying sweetly to help me through them. He says neither of us are ready to be in a monogamist relationship and he claims that we both still need to sow some wild oats, but I know if I was mature enough to stop the side-sex, if I had enough self control to do it, he'd stop on a dime and never give side-sex another thought the rest of his life. His kindness and love for me clouds his common sense at times. He relates so deeply with me that he's convinced himself he too needs the side-sex as much as I do. The truth is he doesn't need it at all because for him I'm all he needs and I feel so fucking selfish, so self centered that I'm not feeling that Robby is all I need sexually. Who the fuck do I think I am that Robby isn't enough for me? And that's not to say I don't have a depth of love for him above anything I've ever felt before, because I do feel that love for him with all my heart. He's so much better a person than me and I'm unworthy of him, but I'm keeping him anyway demonstrating further how selfish I am.

My brother, Chubby, also spoils me. Him with his unconditional brotherly love, and even though I return the same to him in spades it's different than with my true lover Robby. With my brother I'm totally unselfish. There's no

declarations of true lover's love involved between us so I'm not letting Chubby down like I am Robby. Our love, Chubby's and mine, is unique and as deep as the ocean, and much, much purer. In Robby's case I profusely proclaim true lover's love for him yet I still need side-sex to satisfy the sexual appetite that consumes me. My only salvation might be that I now can admit this as fact to myself, which is the first step towards doing something about it. One needs to first admit he has a problem before he can do anything to correct that problem. I'm not fooling myself that tomorrow I'll change over night, and ironically Robby's love allows that I don't need to change over night. He'll wait for me until I'm ready to give up my side-sex if it takes until hell freezes over, so it's up to me to curb it myself. I'll try my best to do that, and then I'll try harder, and if I can't do it myself I'll humble myself and ask for my brother's help, and if that's not enough I'll admit to myself I need professional help. I joked to Chubby recently that he's oversexed and that there are people trained to help oversexed people understand that the sexual need they have is a substitute for something else. When I told him that, I was in actuality telling that to myself. Not intentionally at the time, but I realize that now. A love like Robby has for me forces me to confront who I am and what I'm doing, and I must admit I have a problem, or if I didn't admit that to myself, I'd be a conniving piece of shit. A manipulative self absorbed shit, and I'm not going to let myself become that in the end. I admit my problem of being nearly at a dangerous level of being oversexed. And what happened while in Wildwood this year is a perfect example of that. I'm going to do something about it though, I'm committed to do something about it for my lover, Robby. He deserves no less, and in fact he deserves much more. Maybe more than I'm capable of giving, and that scares me to death..

Robby's kisses me passionately while his hands gently rub my shoulders and the back of my head filling me with a loved feeling that's so intense it's almost surreal. There's making-out, and then there's making-out like Robby and me are doing it, and this is way different because it's not just about sexual arousal between two people. Oh, it's about that too, plus devotion and a total giving of yourself to the one you love deeply with all your heart, the one and only person you'd die for with a smile on your lips. The person you adore above anything else on earth or in the stars... this person is your universe, the one big love of your life. Robby gives me this feeling and I give a lot of it back to him, as much as I can, but I need to raise to his level of devotion because he deserves it and because I want to do it so badly it hurts, but I'm not there yet. So, in that regard, it's not light yet, but it's getting there. It's getting there because Robby's showing me the way. Now Robby abruptly stops kissing me. He has a concerned look on his face, as he anxiously asks me, "What's wrong, Dylan? Why are you crying?" I sob now, just realizing this second that I am indeed crying a blubbery cry that I can't stop. I'm sobbing and feeling like such an idiot! I gulp, then manage to say, "You're my hero Robby, I'll be worthy of you as fast as I can." He hugs me and rocks me gently side to side not saying anything except, "Shhh, it's all right. Don't cry Dylan." It's so nice being gently rocked and held in the arms of someone who loves you and will take care of you. Tears still run down my face, but no blubbering now, as Robby quietly says, "Dylan, please tell me what this is all about. Why are you crying?" I'm getting myself under control finally.

Taking a deep breath and with my face against his shoulder, in between my hiccups I tell him the things I've been thinking about the two of us just before my crying jag, and how I'm failing him. He rubs my back gently caressing me while listening intently to what I'm saying, like he always does no matter what I say to him. I'm telling him my every thought on the matter sparing myself no mercy. When I finally run out of words, he gives the side of my forehead a long kiss, then he murmurs, "That's beautiful, just like you're beautiful, Dylan. You're not self absorbed or selfish at all. You're a wonderful giving friend to many, and I'm most certainly not disappointed in anything about you. I know you're a very emotional person and you telling me all these things just makes me love you more. I'll wait beyond whenever it is, till hell freezing over, for you, Dylan, and longer then that if I need to. Hell, I'll consider myself the luckiest guy in the world the day we become exclusively a real life couple. You said you're following my lead and that's a wonderful thing for me to hear because if you keep doing that, you'll discover sooner than you think that you'll be ready to settle down to a married life with me. I'm patient, I really am. Please don't be so hard on yourself either. You know, I have some of the faults you claim for yourself. I still enjoy a little side-sex myself. Please just follow the plan I laid out. The one I told you about when I finally worked up the courage to ask you to marry you. When you said yes so enthusiastically, well I'll tell you a secret... that night I realized we're way ahead of my plan. Not that I have a formal plan, just the loose one of winning you over which has been my life's goal for years. Ha ha, it's embarrassing to admit, but it's true. I know there are so many gay guys around our age out there that would worship at your alter in a second, but you've chosen me and nothing in my life makes me as happy as that. Nothing comes close to the ecstasy I feel about that."

We lay together with Robby's comforting arms around me making be feel loved, safe, and taken care of as we talk quietly about our mutual love and our journey together. There really isn't anything quite like being deeply in love. Robby glosses over so many of my missteps and the hurt I must have caused him as he reassures me that my side-sex doesn't concern him too much. It used to, he admits, but the past six months he's seen a big growth in my capacity to return his love until now he's positive we're destined to be together forever. He doesn't see any competition in that regard, and so he says, "Sow the wild oats as long as you must, Dylan, but keep your eye on the prize, our mutual goal of living together happily ever after." I mummer, "It is definitely a mutual goal, Robby, I swear on my brother's honor that you're my goal. I get scared thinking of living without you in my life, without you as my true lover. No one could ever come close to you in my eyes." And then, almost like we'd agreed together that we've said enough, our heads simultaneously move towards one another and our lips meet softly as a quiet moan of deep love for him drifts out of my throat. We kiss passionately, but not wildly as we caress each other's bodies with our arms hugging and our hands moving lightly over each other's bare skin. Our cocks grow hard and begin dripping precum in our boxer shorts and quiet moans of arousal drift about us. It's lover's sex like we've never had before, slow and dreamy and all encompassing. No other thoughts except thoughts of Robby enter my brain. It's him and me alone drifting among the suns of the known universe in our own private galaxy.

Our making-out goes on for a long time as we writhes against one another moaning with desire until finally Robby pulls his lips from mine and licks my

face, his pink tongue doing little fast licks, then he stops and sucks on his tongue as we stare deeply into each other's blue eyes. Robby murmurs, "Love doesn't describe my feelings for you, Dylan, it's deeper than love, although I don't know if a word's been invented for it yet," and he slowly slides me from laying on his chest, onto my stomach. He does it as if my body's fragile and he's afraid I'll break. On my stomach I look up at him and he smiles while his fingers ruffle my imitation faux hawk haircut. We stare transfixed at each other like neither of us can believe the other is here. The palm of his hand drags slowing down the back of my head, then the back of my neck, and then all the way down my back to land on my left butt cheek as we continue staring into each other's eyes. My lips are parted and I'm in a light hypnotic trance, a Robby induced lover's trance with the world somewhere else. It's just Robby and me now. He squeezes my butt cheek, then pulls down my boxer shorts, and takes his shorts off completely. His hard fat boner bounces tightly dripping drops of precum on me, but he pays it no mind. Naked, he slowly moves over top of me, his hands supporting himself with a hand on either side of my shoulders. Then, like he's beginning a push up, he lowers his body down, and with my head to the side we kiss, me using the side of my lips that his lips can reach. His boner pokes my butt cheeks here and there a few times leaving wet spots before connecting perfectly with my anus. Still staring at each other, the lips of my asshole obediently spread, and he holds his boner's head half inside me for a second. The anticipation in me creates a low squeaking noise in my throat that surprises me and my eyes dart around wondering where that sound came from.

Robby looks so serious as he moves his head to the side like he wants to get a better look at me. He smiles, mouths, 'I'll love you forever," and the head of his boner breaks past my sphincter. I shudder and moan, "Mmmmm, oooh, Robby," as his cock moves deeper inside my ass. My shoulders shudder again and such a deep feeling of luscious love spreads all over me, it's so unexpectedly intense it causes tears again to spring to my eyes. I take a deep breath as his shaved groin lays heavily on my buttocks, his fat cock inside me docking us together. I moan again, "Mmmmm, mmmm." Robby moves his hips and his boner tantalizes the sensitive lips of my asshole. It get's my prostate vibrating and I grit my teeth to keep from squealing from the sexual pleasure flowing inside me. Robby lifts up in his push-up move, and then down again with the sensations increasing. Up and down with me doing a low whine of deep sexual pleasure until he pulls his cock from my ass entirely and he gets behind me now between my legs. My buttocks quiver and my anus lips suck at the air as my shoulders again shudder and a quiet arousal moan comes from somewhere deep inside me. Robby gets a hand on each of my hips and lifts my ass off the mattress a little, and I hold it up there as he slides his hard fat cock back up my ass tightly. I whimper again with sexual arousal. My boner drags out behind me, the head leaking precum on the sheet. Robby rubs my back murmuring something soothing that I can't make out, and then he begins slow penetrations again. Almost gentle ones without the normal applause of bodies slapping together forcefully, the sounds that normally differentiates hot male fucking from the other kind. This is a new dreamy kind of slow anal intercourse done by the only two guys who exist in our universe.

It becomes almost slow torture as sensations of orgasm build, but stay just below climax level. I begin squirming on the bed in earnest now overwhelmed with sexual pleasure, moaning constantly, and my moans of sexual pleasure are joined by Robby's as he fuck's my ass lovingly. His boner continuing it slow penetrations and withdrawals, oh so wonderful is male intercourse. Looking back at him I see he's sucked his lips in as his head's slowly moving side to side with his eyes closed. Perhaps to better absorb the sensations on his cock. Robby's moans come with his mouth closed and it sound to me like the moans of intense sexual pleasure, the same sexual pleasure I'm feeling. He manages to keep his thrusting at a steady slow rhythm for quite a while and as juices build up I can hear his cock making quiet almost slurping sounds as it's sliding tightly but smoothly back and forth in my rectum, plus both our quiet moans of deep sexual pleasure are the only sounds in our world. Other than these subtle sounds it's so quiet that it seems to roar in my ears. Robby gasps then and increases the quickness of his penetrations a little as sexual sensations, like firecrackers, pop in my rectum. It's like scratching a wildly itchy itch. Especially my prostate, it pulsates and hums pleasure sensations, and for a five minute period I concentrate on the fat engorged head of Robby's boner passing and pressing my incredibly sensitive prostate gland on the way in, and then on the way back up and each stimulation of that incredibly sanitize gland, I go, "Aaah," a short "Aaah" and like I said, I do it for five minutes.

Five luscious minutes of concentration on that magical sensation that's so incredibly hot it's off the fucking chart. Then all the other sensations I've been feeling along with the awesome prostate ones seem to explode in my brain at the same instant demanding that they all be noticed and appreciated. From then on I'm a mess, groveling on the bed shoving my ass into Robby's thrusts moaning loudly, out of control and not caring that I am. It feels so good, so hot, so loving. Robby starts fucking faster and faster making his own whining noises of desire now and probably, like me, his orgasm is fast approaching and nothing feels as good as that. Now we're into it, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," along with "Ump, ump, ump, ump," from Robby with each penetration, his face scrunching up as the sexual sensations build to almost unbearable levels of pleasure. Sexual pleasure that has never been measured, but any fool knows nothing approaches climax for sheer unimaginable supernovas of pleasure. "Slap, slap, slap, slap, and, "Ump, ump, ump," until I'm gasping, "Robby, Robby," as my back arches and I cry, "Ahhh, oooh," and hump my hips violently as a burning sensation in my pee slit indicates creamy sperm-filled semen is flying from the head of my quivering cock with a force that's splashing the load from my nuts underneath me. Robby does one of my squeals and lays on me doing desperate humping against my buttocks as his creamy load of cum pumps into my bowels feeling warm and wet and slippery and perfect. His sweaty body moves on me as Robby's licking and kissing the side of my face while he continues humping against me. My cum pools under my belly, unable to travel far with me now laying flat on my stomach. Another contraction of the muscles in my groin sends more cum that shoots weakly out and everything looks red to me for a good three seconds. The enormous amount of sexual sensations that bombarded my senses has me quivering under Robby. He hugs my shoulders as he again begins thrusting his boner in my now cum saturated ass as fast "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds fill my ears.

Maybe thirty seconds of that, then he lays limply on me as I savor the lingering aftereffects of my climax and then they fade, fade away too and there's an eerie silence before awareness of the world around me drifts back into my reality. I love Robby's body, but it's sweaty between his chest and my

back, and he's heavy giving me that strange feeling of not being able to move. A hint of that evil claustrophobia fear skitters into my brain so I slide out from under Robby and hug him. He murmurs, "I feel so weak, baby. Never had a climax that strong before. Scared me a little for a second there." He does a big sigh, then murmurs some more, still with his eyes closed, "Greatest fucking feeling I've ever had." Opening his eyes then, he smiles at me,"You might say, I'm slightly infatuated with you." He chuckles, "That sex was my favorite of all time. It was like you and me were the only people who ever lived for a few minutes there. Crazy, huh?" I go, "No, not at all, Robby, I thought the same thing. My climax burned my dick in a sexy way when you fucked my climax out of me. The cum came out so fast and with such force, it was surreal, but fantastic at the same moment in time and I loved it! So sexily hot and full of love, it all just came out so fast. You're my favorite sex partner, by the way, or at least one of them." He laughs because he knows me so well... he's aware I'm a little self-conscious now about getting so maudlin earlier, and then my flood of tears. Oh my God, I'm embarrassed! He grins, "I'm one of your favorites, huh? That's good to know. It fits right in with my master plan." I go, "You said you didn't have a master plan," and he goes, "I lied. It's a hundred page manifesto with secret pictures of you that I've taken over the years without you knowing it." I say, "Well if they're secret pictures of course I wouldn't know." Robby smirks, "Okay, I lied again, there's no manifesto or secret pictures. I promise never to lie again, oops, that's another lie right there." I hug him, "You nut," and kiss the side of his head. Robby says, "Lets hop in the shower

and wash each other." I say, "How about a bath together instead, then the shower to rinse off." And that's what we do, a long lazy bath rubbing against each other and smiles galore as we feel pretty fucking good about ourselves.Then rinsing off and hugging under the shower for five minutes. Later in bed before we go to sleep in each others arms, Robby quietly says, "The things you told me tonight about how you feel about the two of us and what we mean to one another. Those thoughts of yours were some very touching sentiments to hear, Dylan. I'm really flattered you feel that way about us and our lover's relationship. I don't think you know how much it meant to me that you shared those thoughts with me. I love you so much, more and more every day." I start to say something, but Robby puts his finger to my lips, and says, "I love you and I know you love me. Lets get to sleep now." I nod my head and lay back sharing his pillow. Closing my eyes I'm thinking, 'See, right there! That's an example of my lover being the head of the household. And I listened to him too, and did what I was told. Damn, that makes me feel good'. I go to sleep happy and contented with a smile on my lips and Robby's special scent in my head.

The next morning, Friday morning, Robby and I wake up almost at the same time. We lean our heads over for a good morning kiss and a muttered, "G'morning." We're not morning people especially, most people aren't. We get ready for class mostly without talking except an occasional, "Are these your socks or mine, Dylan," and I mutter, "They're Chubby's, I think. It doesn't matter." Then a couple minutes later, I ask, "What's the weather gonna be today. I don't know whether to wear a sweatshirt or what?" Robby shrugs, "I don't know, baby." I chose a long sleeve lightweight pull over. Fuck it. We go out to the kitchen and don't see Chubby. "What time's Chubby first class, Dylan?" I go, "Same as ours I think." Robby nods towards Chubby's bedroom door with a questioning expression on his face. I mutter, "Yeah, I'll check." I open his bedroom door and see he's out of bed sitting at his desk typing into his computer. "It's eight-thirty, Chub." He says, "I know, bro, but thanks for checking up on me. I'll be right out. Make me a coffee, okay?" Robby made me a cup of coffee along with one for himself. You gotta love the Keurig coffee making machine and those K-cups. Invented just in time for us... heh heh. I make Chubby's coffee and join Robby on the balcony for a smoke. As I light a cigarette, Robby asks, "Nervous, Dylan?" I shrug, "I don't know, anxious to get in the grove more than nervous, ya know?" He holds up his iPhone, "I already got a text from your twin." I go, "Oh, what'd he say?" and Robby reads out loud, "Hi boss, I'm ready to begin working for that 'B' GPA you talked about, and with the help of the threesome I know we all can do it. No fucking around this year, Rob, we're gonna follow your lead." I mutter, "What a world class brown-noser, huh?" Robby makes a face, "Maybe he's sincere. Let's see what happens if we say nothing, and see what he's got in mind. Not that we're ganging up on him, but we owe him a chance to work through what he wants to do. Don't you agree?" I shrug, "Sure. I have no idea how it's gonna go, do you." He mutters, "Nope, but it's not something I'm real concerned about. I'm concerned about you, and making sure you're happy." I go, "I'm happy, Robby, but last night, um, I over did it, the over the top maudlin stuff. Sorry." He steps over to give the back of my neck a squeeze, saying, "No, not at all. It was sincere and very sweet. I mean it, Dylan, your words made me feel really good, like we're on the right path and moving forward faster than I had hoped. You were awesomely honest. Not everyone can express their deepest feelings like you can, and you often do it too. I admire that. I wish I was more like you." I nod my head, mumbling, "Thanks," still feeling a little geeky for coming out with all that stuff.

Chubby comes out and takes my cigarette from my fingers, saying, "I was just online a minute ago checking out the latest scuttlebutt about our campus police. Gotta be prepared and up to date on what's up with those asshole's. There's some good shit online about that, good advise." Robby asks, "Like what?" Chubby looks so cute as he talks with exhaled smoke coming out his mouth and nose. He looks so young. Do I look that young? He says, "First of all the obvious... they are our enemies. They're not here to help you in any way. If you get caught breaking one of the sixteen million rules, they will do their best to get your ass on probation or even kicked out of school. That's what they live for." I go, "It's the same story as with the 'protect & serve' local police. They don't protect shit and they never serve anyone other than their police brotherhood. The best they can do is maybe catch someone after that person fucked you up somehow, and the emphasis needs to be on the word maybe." Chubby says, "Yeah, but with these guys if you get caught drinking beer or something you need to switch your brain into a new mode. Become like a professional actor who's completely convinced that you did not break any fuckin' rule. Sometimes this means telling a completely outlandish bald faced lie. The second you start cooperating with your enemy they have a huge advantage." Robby's chuckling, "Um, can you give us an example, Chub?" He shrugs, "Let's say your walking around campus with a can of

beer in your hand. A campus police guy pulls over and accuses you of drinking on campus. You say, 'No, sir, I wasn't just drinking a beer!' Then as he frowns looking at the can of beer in your hand, you shout, 'I didn't TOUCH my smoke detector! It was like that when I got here.' Now you've got him forgetting why he stopped you, so you follow that up with, 'I did not stick a pipe in my pants! That's ridiculous! Please stop unduly harassing me, I have to study." We're all chuckling, with Chubby smirking, muttering, "Like that. The police guy will be confused and wonder why he stopped you. They're not MENSA candidates ya know."

We enjoy more advice like that from Chubby and then the three of us, a backpack on our backs with the books we'll need, skip down the steps with a smile on our faces and chuckling as we look forward what comes next. Chubby's always good for a grin or a laugh. He's beautifully off the hook, you could say. Before we part, with Robby and me taking the pickup and Chubby the Jeep, he has one more bit of advise. He goes, "Remember guys, college has been around forever. In fact, 'college' is Latin for, 'Mom, everyone gets a 'C' in that course." I laugh out loud and Chubby gives a wave and he's off. Where does he come up with this stuff? Robby drives us to the campus and during the short ride he tells me what a wonderful time he had with me in bed last night, "Dylan, it was like a dream last night, it was so perfect. I love when you get serious and open up your inner feelings. I feel privilege to be the one you tell these things too. I just wanna thank you, and I'll leave it at that." I look at him, "Thanks, Robby, I meant what I said, every word," and then I try remembering everything I said and can't. I'm sure it was the truth though, and Robby will remember the good parts, that's the important thing. Then, as he's parking, I ask, "Robby, are you going to have our meeting tomorrow? The one you said you and I will have every Friday." He turns off the pickup, and looks at me, "We don't have to call it a meeting, we'll just talk to each other about the previous week and make sure we both are on the same pages with everything. Okay? You okay with that?" I nod my head, "Sure. I think it's a good idea."

Walking up to our first class we see that Ryan's already there. He sees us, and walks over with a cute smile on his face like everything's cool. "Good morning, guys, how ya doing this morning?" Robby and Ryan do a one arm hug with Robby saying, "Good, how 'bout you, Ryan?" Then Ryan and I do the same with Ryan ending it by looking into my eyes giving me a mysterious 'look'. The tall friend of Ryan's roommate walks up, asking Ryan, "Would you introduce me to your friends, Ryan, I'm in this class too and I don't know anyone in it." Ryan acts jittery as he introduces Rex Louis to us and us to him. Rex seems like a regular guy and up close he has a macho look about him, but his demeanor is low-key friendly and quite normal. Actually, if he wasn't so tall and macho I'd say he's a little shy. He has very pretty eyes, a green and aqua combination that shine. He looks intelligent, but macho, shy and intelligent... usually don't go together. He's wearing slim pale-tan thin corduroys and a Merrimack sweatshirt. He has a backpack that he's carrying over one shoulder, sneakers on his feet... nothing unusual here. Except

for his height he'd be Joe average. Well, except for his eyes and the smattering of hot-looking whiskers along his jaw and on his upper lip. Curly, soft looking whiskers. Brown hair with a nice conservative fairly short haircut, no part and flicked up in front a little... it's like a purposely disheveled hair style. It's cool actually. Huh! He's nothing like I expected because Ryan said he was a gay dominant type. I wouldn't think he was either from just meeting him. Rex says, "Did you guys know that the first notes were taken thousands of years ago my Moses on stone tablet? Yeah, and at one point he asked God, 'Will this be on the exam?" We all look at him and then Ryan blurts out a laugh and then the rest of us do too. Rex smiles. The way he said that we thought he was serious initially until it registered what he said. As we're going inside the lecture hall, Ryan leans against me, saying, "Rex is a funny dude with that deadpan humor, huh?" I go, "Yeah, it took me by surprise." Robby says, "You sit here, Ryan," and he sits next to him and as usual I sit in the third seat in. We're sitting in the second row from the lectern. A second later, Rex, who followed us down to the front of the room, asks, "Can I sit with you guys?" Robby stands, muttering, "Of course, Rex," then to Ryan, "Let Rex by, Ryan," and Rex settles in next to me looking over at me, smiling sexily. He nods his head a little, like confirming something to himself, and then looks forward as the professor comes out and introduces himself again. Class starts and after fifteen minutes Robby taps my arm and then taps my tablet on the desk in front of me. I look at him and he whispers, "Take notes, Dylan," and the sophomore year begins for real.

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

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I have had two books published that are available on Amazon that maybe you would like to order and read. Actually one book and one short story. The short story is titled "Concealed Agony - Gay Romance" (and I didn't pick that title.) Read this short story first. And the book is named "Oliver's Wildwood Vacation" They are both about 'Oliver'. You can easily find them by searching for 'Donny Mumford' at the Amazon web site.

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