DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 13
by Donny Mumford
That was awesome spontaneous sex with Robby. It happened right after our weight lifting program and it was initiated by the head of our household himself, and of course endorsed with an enthusiastic stamp of approval by me. Spontaneous sex, or any kind of sex, doesn't work well unless both parties think it's a damn good idea. Sometimes with beginners one or the other of them needs to talk the other into it. They both must be willing partners before doing it in order for it to be a fulfilling experience for both. I love spontaneous sex, and this time especially because of something that happened a little bit earlier. Like I said, we completed our weight lifting program, but during the lifting Ryan yelled at me. He felt I wasn't lifting to my potential and he was mean-spirited and bitchy with his criticism. That made Robby really mad, so he yelled at Ryan bringing him to tears. It was a tense situation that ended oddly. We finished and then Ryan left, seemingly on shaky good terms with Robby and me. I assume that because he turned down our offered ride back to Merrimack's campus. He said he wanted to walk so he could think some unnamed things out. Robby and I are at a loss as to what exactly he was referring to... it could be any number of things. Anyway, after he left like that having sex never entered my mind. I was concerned about Ryan because he hasn't been nearly the person he was before his Georgia experiences. Robby and I skirted the Ryan issue and instead talked generally about our first week at college. Then, unexpectedly, Robby mischievously told me to come over and sit on his lap. We were still on the balcony at the time and naturally with me on his lap we began making out. One thing led to another and it ended with sex in our bedroom. The odd circumstances of earlier during the weight lifting, and the unexpectedness of this sex with Robby somehow combined to make it especially hot for me. Now we're laying on our bed, cooling down after the heat of sex, and we're acting a little silly.
When Robby and I have lover's sex we're like love birds afterwards hugging each other and whispering words of love, but after fun, recreationally sex we're not usually like that. It's a different atmosphere and we first breath in the sexiness, absorbing the sexy heat, then relax and goof around a little appreciating what we have in one another. Maybe we even feel cocky that we have something together that no other guys we know have. We're very happy, of course, and I guess pleased with ourselves too. It's a really nice feeling and not something I have any intention of ever giving up. At times like this it seems incongruous that we mess around with other recreational sex in the form of side-sex, but we do it anyway. Hopefully we'll do less of it this year then we did last year, and then even less the next year until we don't want or need it at all. That's our mutual goal and we both feel that day is coming, although it's not going to be tomorrow. It's only been a week that we've shared this bed in our sophomore year of college, but I can tell already it feels different than last year. Robby and I are more committed to each other now and therefore our mutual sex is better than ever. Because of that the side-sex we do seems less inviting than it did before. There's still temptation, but it's less of an irresistible urge in me than it used to be. I'm not fooling myself that I won't give in to the urge, but I can feel myself getting a little closer to the time that I'll be able to resist it. I expect there will be a day when I can grin and shrug at the urge, wondering why I ever gave into it. Even in deeply committed relationships I'd imagine one still has temptations, but it's being able to recognize you're tempted but refuse to act on it... that's the sign of a mature and committed relationship, at least that's how I see it.
Robby's cell phone is ringing in the pocket of his jeans. His jeans are laying in a heap on the floor somewhere. He reluctantly gets off the bed to retrieve his cell phone and then answers it. After a short conversation he ends the call, and says to me, "That was Chip Arnold, the baseball team's co-captain. Um, I'm sorry, but there's a get together for all infielders at his apartment after this afternoon's meeting. Chip's says it'll help everyone get acquainted or reacquainted and we'll have some beers and pizza too. It's kinda mandatory for starting position players to attend so I've gotta go although I'd rather stay here with you." He walks into the bathroom, saying over his shoulder, "Maybe you and Ryan can hang out together, or you and your brother." I get off the bed and follow him into the bathroom so I can clean up too, especially my ass. I say, "Nah, I'm not doing that because Ryan's acting strange, and anyway he's going to the movies with his roommate tonight, and Chubby's working. Dougie Hamilton is coming over for a haircut so maybe I'll hang out with him afterwards. Or I could stop in at Tracy's and see what's happening there. Don't worry about me, Robby, I'll be fine." I grin to myself because Robby's trying to act blasé about the baseball beer and pizza party, but I know he gets excited about anything to do with the baseball team. He loves that teammate stuff, he's not fooling me. Hell, that's no problem, I want him to enjoy himself. He's a little flustered like he gets when he's excited, as he mutters, "Oh hell, maybe I'd better take a quick shower instead of just cleaning up, um... what do you think?" I smile as I turn the shower on for him. The water needs to warm up, so I say, "A shower is a good idea, Robby." With a hand on both my shoulders, he looks into my eyes, asking, "You're sure you're okay with me going to this beer and pizza thing?" I have to smile because more and more he has these moments
when he treats me like his kid instead of his lover. He likes taking care of me and I like it too. I say, "Don't be silly, Robby, I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself." He nods his head, muttering, "Yeah, of course. Ha ha, I don't know what I was thinking. It's just, I don't know, I don't want you to think the team's more important to me than you because nothing's more important than you." I mutter, "I know that, take your shower, boyfriend." He grins at me, steps into the tub, and pulls the shower curtain. I finish cleaning up, grinning to myself, feeling good that Robby said that thing about nothing's more important than me. Anyone would feel good hearing that.
Grabbing a beer in the kitchen, I slip a Counting Crows CD in the player, and wander out on the balcony to drink my pony bottle of beer and smoke a cigarette. Plopping down in one of the two outdoor armchairs and swigging some beer, I'm feeling Robby and I are in a very good place for this period of our lives. Sure we still have side-sex and don't begrudge it for each other, well not all that much. We get a little jealous when we know about it, but we're still a hell of a lot closer to a committed relationship with each other than ever before. Certainly closer than anyone else we know, and closer than most twenty year olds in general. How many twenty year old guys, or guys and girls, have been going together for over three years? Very few I'd imagine, but that's our story and I'm proud of it. A lot of the credit for our longevity goes to Robby's, but some is mine too. No brag, but Robby and me are unique. My cell phone rings and it's Dougie who wants to know if it would be alright to come at six o'clock rather than five? And will I give Jamie a haircut too? Hmmm, I don't want too many guys getting haircuts because if I don't watch out that's all I'll have time for. Jamie is a pretty cute lad, so sure, I tell him 'okay' on both counts. It's four-forty right now so I'm expecting Chubby to be bopping in any minute and maybe we can have dinner together before he leaves for his eight hour shift at McDonalds. Wow, flipping burgers for eight hours straight! Chubby's always been a hard worker. Nothing lazy about my brother.
Robby come out five minutes later, "I'm taking off now, Dylan, give me a kiss goodbye," and he leans over my shoulder so we can kiss on the lips. He smells clean and sexy. "I love you, Robby," and he rubs my hair, saying, "Right back at you, boyfriend. Gotta run," and he's gone. I reach down and retrieve my hat off the balcony floor, the one Robby knocked off earlier when we were making-out. The Counting Crows are working their way through that awesome cut, 'Mr. Jones', when Chubby sticks his head out the balcony's sliding door to say, "Hi, brother! Ya wanna share a pizza with me?" I hop up and give Chubby a hug and a quick kiss on his lips, "I missed you, Chub, wha'cha been up to?" He opens the lid of the large pizza box, saying, "Well, bro, like you, I had classes this morning. Then, as you know, I lunched at Five Guys, awesome burgers I must say, and then an afternoon class. After that John Beverly and I hooked up with Judy Rinker and her friend, Mary Butler, in the quad for some flirting and general goofing around, including a little grab ass." I purposely act obtuse, "You and John Beverly were doing some grab ass together?" He laughs, "No, ya nut, we did it with the girls. College student's shit, you know. And, it looks like John and Mary are hitting it off too. I know Judy and I are. She's so easy to talk to and she thinks I'm funny." I take another slice of pizza, muttering, "Oh yeah? Well, you are funny, bro. Um, I thought Mary had a long time boyfriend." Chubby bites into his second slice of pizza, chews it, then says, "Yeah, she does, but the guy's not here." I chew, nodding my head, then go, "Oh, yeah, there's that."Chubby tells me, "Mary was telling us how instant messaging has allowed for unbelievable advances in the world of gossiping and flirting." I ask, "How so?" and Chubby explains, "All you need to do is copy and paste juicy tidbits of information to your friends and acquaintances. Plus, instant messaging makes stalking a cinch! Just add whoever is your latest infatuation to your buddy list and keep an eye on their away messages. You can track each and every movement they make without the hassle of rummaging through a bunch of their garbage." I grab another slice of pizza, mumbling, "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but it sounds good, whatever it means." Chubby goes, "Oh yeah, I'm with you. I don't know what it means either, I'm just repeating what that wild girl, Butler, said. She's a hoot."
Chubby always make me laugh. I say, "So, you listen to Mary's ramblings and pretend you follow what she's saying?" He goes, "Of course, I gotta seem like I'm up on this shit. Like she told us, flirting has increased five hundred percent since the inception of instant messaging. Interesting stuff like that. College would-be Casanovas simply need a screen-name and a catchy joke, and their as good as laid. Just like that." I ask, "Mary Butler is telling you all this?" He goes, "Yeah, she's an endless supply of material I can reuse to seem cool." I go, "You're already too cool for school, bro, fuck Mary Butler." He says, "That's exactly what John has in mind." I go, "There's way too much courting involved with you straight dudes. Gays don't need all that bullshit before getting it on." He finishes his third slice of pizza, saying, "I hope you're not one of those loose gay guys, Dylan. That would worry me, bro." I raise my eyebrows, "Look who's talking, Mr. Horn job himself." He says, "Seriously, Dylan, we all know there's danger lurking still, and it's still called AIDS. That abomination hasn't gone away." I look at him, "Thanks for your concern, Chubby, but there's no need to worry." He nods his head, "Sure, if you say so, but what would I do without you, ya know?" I go, "Why so morbid, Chub?" He shrugs, "I don't know. Sorry, but I love you so much, that's all. I don't tell you that often enough and..." He shrugs again, not being able to finish his thought. I ask, "Did you hear of someone that's contracted AIDS?" He says, "No, nothing like that. It's just came up in my Modern Society course, my afternoon course today. That's all, sorry I brought it up." So am I, but hearing Chubby say he loves me is always a special treat. We know we love each other, but he's right that we don't tell each other enough. I mumble, "I love you too, Chubby, probably more than you know. Us always, brothers forever." He says, "Yep, you and me against the world as always." I go, "You and me, and Robby. Hey, do you think you might want to live with Robby and me when we're married?" He looks at me like I'm nuts, then his expression softens and he murmurs, "Ya never know, Dylan. We'll see, or maybe I'll just live close by." Huh, I guess it is silly of me, but it could work... and it could work even if Chubby gets married too. We're not like everyone else. Chubby probably thinks I'm naive suggesting that, but I'm sure it could work.
I suggest a beer with our pizza, but Chubby says no because he doesn't want to have beer breath the first day of work. He goes, "Beer breath the second day, no problem. After all we're college students, but everyone knows beer breath the first day on the job signals to your employer a certain lack of commitment." We finish the pizza laughing at Chubby's rants about his college professors, who couldn't possibly be as eccentric as he describes them. He's so full of energy and fun I love being with him, and when he leaves for work after a hug goodbye I sit on the balcony fantasying that Chubby and me somehow could go back ten years together and live those years all over again. It's like the words to my mom's Bob Dylan song that goes, 'I'd give ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat, if our lives again could be like that'. Funny that I remember a Bob Dylan song because I never play a Dylan CD, and as a matter of fact, I don't even own one. My mom named me after him so maybe I'll buy one of his CDs. Hmmm, I probably won't, on second thought. Checking my watch I see it's almost six o'clock so I wander through the apartment and go outside to the front stoop for a cigarette and to wait for Dougie and Jamie. Giving those two kids haircuts will be fun. I like doing it, but I'd never make being a barber my profession. That's because I'd have to give haircuts to anybody who walked into the barbershop, and I want to pick and choose who I give haircuts to.
Halfway done my cigarette a red, four door Ford Focus pulls up to the curb below. Dougie Hamilton gets out the driver's side while Jamie does the same from the passenger side. Dougie looks up at me and waves, then the two of them start up the steps. Dougie's pressing the back of his wrist to his nose. I remember meeting him in Stop & Shop that first time when he told me he was shy. He didn't seem shy when I met him outside his dorm three or four days ago, and not when I saw him earlier today either. Actually, let me reconsider that. He was depressed that first day because of his roommate situation, being bullied and all that. Then today all he did was call out to me, so maybe he is shy. We'll see how he is today. There's no question about Jamie's, he's no shrinking violet... there's no 'shy' in that kid. Watching those two comes up the steps it again hits me how slim Dougie is. I remember seeing his skinny legs sticking out of his shorts last summer. Nice legs though with short, dark, fairly straight hairs on his calves that I wouldn't mind running my fingers through. His arms and hands are thin too, although I can only see his hands now because he's wearing long cargo pants and a long-sleeve pullover without a collar. Jamie's not as slim, he's got a solid body that looks tight, with a flat stomach. I can tell because his silk-like t-shirt hangs loosely straight down from his chest. He might be built pretty good. He's not big, neither of them reach five foot, eight inches, but that's a nice size for guys. When Dougie reaches me he stops smelling his wrist and unconsciously run his fingers through his hair, probably thinking about his upcoming haircut. We slap hands, and I mumble, "Dude, wassup?" Dougie does seem shy now, as he says, "I'm, ah, I guess nervous about the haircut, Dylan. Kinda worried how you're gonna do it," and Jamie says, "Me too." I flick my cigarette butt, missing Jamie's head by an inch. He goes, "Hey!" and I say, "Sorry, Jamie, it slipped. Um, what the hell, guys, you're under no obligation to get a haircut from me. It won't hurt my feelings if you don't want to, really."
They look at each other, then Jamie says, "No, we want to do it. We're nervous, but you're so sexy we gotta experience it. At least once anyhow." Dougie's blushing a dark red, or maybe it just looks dark because he's so pale. The thing is, why do guys act like they're doing me a favor by letting me give them free haircuts? It's me who's doing the fucking favor. Jarod was sort of the same way. I contemplate that while smelling the back of my hand for a second, then dropping it down to my side when I realize I'm doing it, I go, "You think I'm sexy, huh?" Jamie, goes, "Yeah, duh! The sexiest kid at Merrimack and beyond." He slaps a low five with Dougie, and they lean against one another briefly. I ask, "Are you two guys gay?" and Jamie says, "No gayer than you are, we're exactly as gay, or not as gay as you." I laugh, "What the hell does that mean?" Dougie says, "We're gay if you are and we're not gay if you're not." I laugh again, "Come on in," and they traipse in after me with Dougie yelping. I assume Jamie goosed him again like I saw him do on campus today. I say, "Forget the gay thing. Before I give you guys haircuts I need to shampoo both your heads. Really clean hair allows for more precise haircutting." They look at each other, then at me with Jamie muttering, "Okay, we're game." I guess Jamie's in charge. If so I'm kinda jealous of Dougie 'cause how cool would it be to have baby-faced Jamie bossing me around. Holy shit! There's also the little matter of Jamie's whiskers which are curly and soft looking. A thin line of light brown whiskers beginning at his sideburns and extending along his jawbone and across the lower part of his chin, then up to his other sideburn. He hasn't done anything to them, they just grew that way. He also has maybe the wispiest and cutest mustache I've ever seen on anyone. Beginning baby whiskers for young Jamie, with more to come I'd imagine. Right now though they're sexy looking, for sure. I glance at Dougie and see some dark fuzz on his upper lip, but not much else. The two of them are looking around the apartment by moving only their eyes, standing where they are, just inside the front door. Jamie finally mutters, "This is so cool. Can I ask how much it cost per month?" I go, "It's twenty-one hundred a month. You guys thinking of an apartment next year?" Jamie says, "We can't afford it, but we can do anything we want to do in our dorm room, can't we Dougie?" Dougie blushes again bumping his shoulder against Jamie's, mumbling, "Un huh, hypothetically." Okay, these two are a couple of hot, cute gay lads, but they seem very young to me. Was I like this last year? I don't think so. They're making me feel like I'm mature, and that's not easy to do.
"Let's walk down this hall to my bathroom guys. Who's gonna go first?" Jamie says, "Dougie is, he's my guinea pig." Dougie looks at Jamie shaking his head 'no', but Jamie says, "Yes, you're first, Dougie. We settled this earlier and now you need to do what Dylan tells you. I'll watch, heh heh." Dougie is very cute, and he's also has sexy written all over him, and it's not like he's trying to be sexy. It's his big, dark green eyes with slightly droopy eyelids and dark curving eyelashes and narrow black eyebrows. His defined cheek bones give him a sexy look too, and that birthmark on one cheekbone that I noticed earlier in the week. That little dot really adds to his sexiness. That's my opinion obviously. Plus those puffy red lips, and I like slim bodies which Dougie could be a model for... you know, my ideal slim bodied boy. Hmmm, on second thought, he might even be too slim. Still, to me
Dougie's sexy, but maybe he wouldn't be to another gay guy. Very pale white complexion with the dark hair... it's an attractive and unusual combination to compliment his cute facial features. He's exotic looking, that's what it is... exotic and sexy. I explain, "In the bathroom, Dougie, you'll need to take your shirt off and sit in the straight back chair facing away from the sink. I tilt the chair back and then your perfectly shaped head will be over the sink so I can shampoo your hair. Okay?" Dougie asks, "Do I have a perfectly shaped head?" I tell him, "Yes, you do." Jamie asks, "How about my head, is it perfectly shaped too?" I look at his head, feeling the back of it, then say , "No, but it's a nice shape, one I'd be happy to have." He says, "Okay, lets switch." In the bathroom they look around, and Jamie asks, "Where do I sit?" I go, "On the toilet seat lid." Dougie asks, "Do I have to take my shirt off? I'd really rather not." and I explain why he'd want to, so it doesn't get wet around the neck in back during his shampoo, and so itchy hairs don't get all over his shirt when I give him a haircut. He goes, "Oh man, I hate taking my shirt off." Jamie says, "Take your fucking shirt off, Hamilton," and Dougie pulls it over his head with a frown on his face. Totally hairless torso and now I can see he's skinny, not slim. His ribs show just like Cory's. That's why he doesn't like taking his shirt off I suppose. Okay, he's skinny, that's a flaw I'm willing to overlook.
Dougie sits in the chair with his hands folded in his lap and his shoulders slumped. He looks at me out of the corner of his eyes, making me grin. I go, "Jesus, Dougie, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to make you feel good with a nice shampoo and scalp massage." He says, "Um, don't you mind shampooing guys' hair? I wouldn't want to do it." I say, "I like doing it for some guys, not all guys. Guys around my age who are cute, but I'd feel weird doing it for older men. Now relax and try to enjoy yourself." Jamie says, "Oh, so you are gay, huh?" I mutter, "Yeah, it's not a fucking secret, Jamie." Then I go into my routine explaining about upscale hair salons that always shampoo before cutting hair for both men and women, which both guys seemed to like hearing about as they mug for each other... kinda cute, but I know I wasn't as youthfully playful as these two way back when I was eighteen or nineteen. In an odd way knowing that fact makes me feel good. Tipping his chair back against the sink I run the water to get it warm, and while I'm waiting for that my fingers comb through Dougie's hair. It's full and soft at the same time, but it smells a little like it needs a shampoo. I don't mean it's especially offensive, it just has a pronounced hair smell to it. At least it's not greasy. Without mentioning anything about that, I ask, "After the shampoo what kind of haircut do you want, Dougie?" Jamie says, "We want you to cut it the way you think it looks good." I glance at Jamie and he makes a face at me, one that makes me laugh. He's kind of a hot shit. I ask, "Is that your choice, Dougie, what your roommate said?" He goes, "Uh huh, we want to see what you think is cool." I'm wearing my Merrimack hat and I give a thought to taking it off to see if they want the haircut I have... hee hee. I don't though because they seem serious about this. I go, "That puts a lot of pressure on me you know." Jamie mutters, "No worries, Dylan, any haircut you give us will be alright with us as long we both have the same one. We, um, Dougie and me, we have this awesome hero worship crush on you, so you can do no wrong in our eyes." I ask Dougie, "Is he bullshitting me?" and he goes, "Nope,"and blushes a really red blush. His face gets so hot his eyes have tears in them. Jamie says, "We're gonna start a fan club for you." I emphatically go, "Please do not do that!" and I stare at Jamie who looks away grinning.
I don't appreciate these youngsters making fun of me, if that's what they're doing. If it's not what they're doing, how fucking awkward for me. Which situation is worse? The water's a nice temperature so I use the spray hose to wet Dougie's hair and then pour on some nice smelling shampoo, and massage it into his hair. His hair has grown out over the tops of his ears and it's obvious he hasn't had a haircut since the first time I saw him in Stop & Shop. He now has kind of a shaggy head of hair when before it looked neat. Well, it was neat, but odd with those long hairs to his chin on both sides of his face. I don't know what style I'm going to cut his hair, but anything will be an improvement. I hate when guys can't decide how they want their hair cut themselves, and ask me to decide. It's been happening too often lately. As my fingers move through Dougie's hair in the shampoo, Jamie's watching me intently. After a minute he says, "I can't fucking wait till it's my turn." I grin at him, and he says, "You know, Dylan, when you and Dougie walked into the housing office that day I thought, oh my God, are these guys hot! Then you sat next to me and I almost peed my pants, ha ha, or worse, if you know what I mean." I mutter, "I don't want to know what you mean." As I'm massaging Dougie's scalp I glance down at his face and see his eyes are closed and he looks relaxed. During the scalp massage his shoulders shudder like mine do, and that makes me smile. Rinsing my hand and drying it, I squeeze Dougie's thin shoulder, asking, "You doing alright?" He grunts, "Uh huh," as Jamie's giggling, then he mutters, "He's doing better than alright, heh heh." Dougie's eyes snap open, as he yells, "Mc Farland, don't you dare say a word." I guess 'Mc Farland' is Jamie's last name. Jamie smirks and moves around on the toilet seat with his hand in his pocket. Playing pocket ball? Can I believe this shit? Jamie's nodding his head toward Dougie while looking at me, so I'm curious and look down to discover Dougie's sprung some wood in his pants. Holy shit, these two aren't just gay, they're horny gays. I start talking to myself in my head, 'You will not have sex with these kids!!!' And I mean it too. I'm on a fucking crusade!
Ignoring Dougie's boner, I start rinsing his hair as Jamie continues giggling with Dougie blushing again, hissing, "Jamie, stop it!" I dry his hair, first with a towel, and then finish drying it with a brush and hairdryer, asking, "How'd you ever decide to let these two strands of hair grow to your chin on either side of your face. What's up with that, Dougie?" He says, "I
wanted to be different then, but now I don't. Now I want to fit in only to the degree that I'm the perfect wallflower so no one even notices me." Jamie says, "Impossible, Dougie, you're too cute not to be noticed." Dougie says, "You can be cute and a wallflower too. Didn't you see that movie, 'Perks Of Being A Wallflower'?" Jamie says, "Of course I saw it. That's a totally fucking lame movie. That kid was the most popular wallflower I ever knew. Actually he wasn't a wallflower at all." I ask, "What the fuck's a wallflower, exactly?" Jamie says, "It's a person who doesn't participate in anything, you know, because they're shy or unpopular, but Dougie's got me as his roommate so he can forget the wallflower shit." I go, "All done Dougie, switch places with mister personality here." Dougie stands up, looks at me blushing again, then leans his head over and kisses my cheek. He freezes for a second as I grin at him with a questioning expression on my face. He stutters, "Him, he, jam, I mean, Jamie dared me to do that." I put my arm across his shoulders, quietly saying, "It's okay, Dougie, thanks for the kiss." Then to Jamie, "Get you smart ass in the chair, it's your turn." Jamie sits down chuckling, "I never thought you'd have the balls, dude, way to go Dougie!" Dougie sits on the toilet seat lid running his fingers through his clean hair, grinning and blushing like mad. He mutters, "You owe me ten bucks, Jamie," then he smells the back of his wrists, still grinning, but now he's groping his crotch too. That kid is a bundle of nervous sexual energy.
Jamie's got a mop of wavy light brown hair. I ask him, "What kind of haircut did you get the last time you got one?" He says, "A buzz cut. It was last March or April, before Easter. My father made me get a haircut for Easter.
He wanted me to look respectable for my grandparents, who were coming for Easter dinner." Dougie mumbles, "That right there, Jamie, that's a perfect example of too much information," and Jamie laughs, "Ya think?" These two seem perfect for each other. Actually they remind me of Ray's brother, Elliot, and his boyfriend, Jay. Elliot's shy like Dougie, and Jamie's the outgoing brash type, like Jay. I think I like Jamie better than Jay though, and that's because Jamie's basically a sweet kid where Jay's just bossy. Jamie felt bad for me in the housing office. He and Dougie had hooked up as roommates and Jamie thought I was the odd man out, so he felt bad for me. I explained I was a sophomore living in an apartment, but he had been sweetly concerned about me before I told him the facts of the matter. I'm happy for these two gay boys. It's heartwarming they found each other and get along so well. A lot of young gays tend to be argumentative with their boyfriends, concerned with petty jealousies and they usually don't last long as boyfriends. These two might make it all the way through the year and maybe beyond. Once in a rare while something works out in a good way. I say, "You got a buzz haircut six or seven months ago and that's it? Why didn't you get another one, say after three months?" "Because I was showing my independence... that's what my mom told my dad. The real reason is, I don't feel comfortable with short hair, but basically I don't know why I didn't get another regular haircut. I wasn't trying to prove anything, I just didn't feel like it, I guess. If you weren't so hot and sexy, Dylan, I probably wouldn't get my hair cut now." I say, "Jesus! Would you two stop breaking my balls about me being sexy?" Dougie says, "Un uh, we won't 'cause it's true. I told Jamie about running into you at the grocery store and how cool you were with that bogus shit about knowing my brother. I got the hardest boner in my pants when you smelled the back of my wrist. If you had done it one more time I'd have made a mess in my pants." Jamie says, "Yeah, that sounded hot. He wants to fuck you, Dylan, and I want to watch." Dougie goes, "Goddamn you, Mc Farland, I'm going to kill you!" Ignoring Dougie's outburst, I sarcastically say to Jamie, "Don't hold back, just come right out and say whatever's on your mind." Dougie mutters, "Um, he just did, Dylan, that's the problem." Jamie's got the giggles now, and that gets Dougie giggling too. Jesus, kids!
Can I believe this shit? Oh well, I'm wetting Jamie's hair, saying, "Well, forget about me being sexy, both of you! Don't you know I have a boyfriend? I'm living with him right here in this apartment." They look out the bathroom door at the bed, and Jamie says, "The stories that bed could tell," making Dougie laugh. I'm acting like I'm above all their nonsense, but I'm actually enjoying these two and their fascination with gay sex. That does not mean I'm gonna have sex with them because I'm not. I mumble, "How about your own bed? Could it tell stories?" Dougie says, "Maybe, but not about Jamie and me. He's a virgin," and Jamie goes, "Goddammit, Hamilton, that was a secret! I told that to only you, and in confidence!" I'm thinking, what the fuck? If one of them was a virgin I'd have thought it was Dougie Hamilton. I say nothing to that though, but now Jamie's blushing because he's a virgin. Best to let it slide, but Jamie did say earlier he wanted to watch Dougie and me fuck. He didn't say anything about participating. They're both silently stewing now as I shampoo Jamie's hair. I can just see these two talking late into the night that first night in the dorm room. They were probably feeling real grown up, out on their own, away from the control of their parents, and telling each other things they've never told another living soul. Cute and innocently naive. Glancing at Dougie every once in awhile, and hmmm, as near as I can tell his boner never goes down. An oversexed lad after my own heart? Looks that way, for sure. Who'd ever imagine shy Dougie being a 'top'? I wonder how many times he's fucked another guy?
We're finally in the kitchen for their haircuts, both guys with shiny clean hair. It's not exactly in the kitchen though, it's on the living room side
of the kitchen bar where there's a tile floor. The rest of the living room has wall to wall carpeting. Anyway, Dougie and Jamie are two cutie's, but I can't get over how fucking young looking they are. I ask, "How old are you guys?" Jamie says, "We'll both be nineteen on September thirtieth. How's that for a coincidence?" Dougie, who's sitting on the barber stool looking apprehensive, says, "We're gonna ask our moms what time we were born to see who's older." I mutter, "Jeez, that's bizarre! You were born on the same day? Really?" Dougie goes, "Uh huh, how you gonna cut my hair?" then he adds, "I'm nervous again." Getting frustrated, I go, "Jesus, I can cut it any fucking way you want, if you'll just tell me what it is you want!" Jamie says, "Please don't get pissed, Dylan. You decide on our haircuts, that's what he and I agreed on." I go, "How long did you two talk about this?" He says, "It's pretty much all we talked about, right, Dougie?" I mutter, "You must have had a boring week then," and Jamie says, "Nope, we stalked you mostly. Did you see us?" I go, "No, I only saw you two together today when we spoke, and I don't believe a word of your bullshit." I'm combing through Dougie's hair, thinking what haircut would look especially good on him. Finally I ask, "Can you tell me if you want a longer styler or shorter one? At least tell me that much." Dougie mutters, "Shorter," at the same time Jamie's saying, "Longer." This makes them mug faces at each other and laugh. I again think how nice it is they like each other, but how the fuck can they be nineteen and act like fourteen year olds. I ask, "You guys have brothers or sisters?" Jamie says, "No, we're both only children. Another weird coincidence." I mutter, "That's cool," thinking that them being the only child in their families partly accounts for their immaturity. Not so in Chubby's and my case because we basically raised ourselves where these two were probably pampered and spoiled. I say, "Okay, I'll give Dougie a short haircut and you, Jamie, a longer version." Jamie goes, "I'm not busting you balls, I swear I'm not, but we both want the same haircut." Dougie grins, mumbling, "We're twins, don't ya get it?" and Jamie adds, "We're gonna dress alike too." I mutter, "How mature of you both," as I comb up the eight or nine inch long hair framing the left side of Dougie's face and cut through it leaving and inch of hair behind. The eight inch long group of hairs lands in his lap, as I say, "There, I'm committed to a short haircut for you, Dougie." When the long hairs landed in his lap, Dougie gasped, then he muttered, "Good." Looking at Jamie, I say, "If you want the same haircut as he's getting your's will be just as short." Jamie mutters, "Balls."
Using a comb and scissors I cut lots and lots of very dark brown hair from Dougie's head. The cut hairs cover his shoulders and lap completely by the time I'm finished my initial cut. He sat rigidly, sighing every now and then during the haircut. Jamie muttered, "Holy shit," occasionally as I was cutting off long clumps of Dougie's hair. It's fun for me and at the ten minutes mark Dougie's head is left with one inch long hair all over it. The hair on the sides, back, and top of his head are all one inch long. Without an explanation or discussion, I just go ahead and get the clippers out. A quarter inch guide is attached, then I use the clippers to cut the sides and back a quarter inch length halfway up and then taper the hairs above the quarter inch hairs to blend smoothly. He has dense hair and it looks very nice laying flat on top and crisp on the sides and back. After outlining around his ears for the finishing touch, I pass him the handheld mirror, and tell him, "We can leave your bangs an inch long like they are now, or you can flip them up, or I can cut them shorter." He looks at his haircut, then says, "It looks pretty much like it does whenever I got it cut before, well it's shorter all over and I don't have the long hairs down the side of my face, so it's different too. What I meant was it looks just like a barber cut it. This is good, Dylan, thank you." Huh, I was hoping for more of an endorsement than that because this haircut is better than most barbers could do, but Dougie's luke-warm endorsement will have to satisfy me. I ask, "What about the bangs?" He looks at the mirror some more as he's blowing out his cheeks and letting the air out slowly. Then, looking at me, he says, "I don't know, whadda you think?" Fuck! We're right back to this again. Controlling my frustration, and without saying anything, I put some gel on his bangs, comb them up and do a little cutting that blends the lengths, then give him back the mirror. He says, "Cool! I love it!" That's more like it, I like hearing that. All done now, I start brushing the hairs off his shoulders, then squeeze the back of his cute skinny neck. He giggles, muttering, "Swell, I have goose bumps on my arm now, and now there's no way can I stand up." Jamie mumbles, "Oh man, he's got another boner. This kid's a walking boner." I give Dougie's shoulder a hug, mumbling, "You're awesome," as he blushes for the tenth time in the last forty-five minutes.
He finally stands up brushing his lap, tent-pole-lap and all. Looks like a tall tent pole too. When he gets the cut hairs off his lap he adjust his boner to the side the way I do it, and mumbles to Jamie, "Boners feel good, dude." Like I said, he's a kid after my own heart. Wouldn't it be something getting fucked by him. Now I'm adjusting my own crotch, saying, "You're turn, Jamie." He sits down and I ask, "Same haircut?" He shrugs, "Oh God, yeah, I guess." So there's no second guessing about it on his part, I comb up his long bangs and, 'Crunch' goes the scissors sending a pile of wavy light brown hair to his lap. He goes, "Oh God!" Then says nothing else for the next ten minutes as tons of his hair lands on the floor, his lap, and his shoulders. Damn, this is awesome fun! When his haircut's done, I'm thinking that Dougie's haircut looks cool and perfect for him, but Jamie's haircut looks even better. They have exactly the same haircut, but Jamie's got the better hair. This haircut also makes them look even younger then they looked before. When I've totally finished by outlining around Jamie's ears with the trimmers and pass him the mirror, he yells, "Fuck, who's that I'm looking at? Oh sweet mother of God, this is the second shortest haircut I've ever had." Dougie says, "It looks great, Jamie, what the fuck ya talking about?" Jamie rubs under his nose with his index finger still staring at his reflection in the mirror, then he runs his fingers through the one inch hairs on top, muttering, "This feels cool. Yeah, I think I like it." I go, "That's fortunate because the only changes I can make would be to cut it shorter." He says, "You know what? Maybe we'll get a shorter haircuts next time. It'll prove I have a set of nuts on me. Prove it to myself I mean. After that fucking buzz cut for last Easter, I'd never have had the guts to get this short of a haircut on my own." I'm curious, "Why not?" He shrugs again, "I don't know. I actually think it's cool looking on some guys." Dougie mutters, "Short haircuts aren't the only thing you're afraid of," and Jamie says, "Hamilton, don't you dare say another word!"
They both help me clean up the cut hair and then I put the barber stuff away. Damn, I enjoyed that, plus I like both these guys. They seem more immature than even the posse boys at times, and more mature at other times. I guess you can't generalize. Everyone's had different influences growing up that effect the way they mature, as well as, other personality traits. These two seem like pretty normal teens, except for them being gay. That can't be considered normal because nine out of ten guys are suppose to be straight, so that's gotta be considered normal I guess. Hate to admit that, but it seems indisputable. On the plus side, who wants to be normal or average like everyone else? Not me. We all grab a pony bottle of Rolling Rock beer from the refrigerator and go out on the balcony. It's kinda chilly, which isn't unusual at a little after seven o'clock on a September night in New England. I light a cigarette and offer the pack to the guys. Dougie takes one, but Jamie says, "Thanks, but I don't smoke." They're both feeling the short hair at the back of their heads as we talk about college life in general. Dougie stops playing with his short hair and goes back to smelling the back of his wrist, as Jamie asks, "Um, do you belong to any of the gay clubs Merrimack claims there are on campus?" I tell him I've never been to one and he says, "How do you meet other gay guys than?" I tell him, "I'm not trying to meet other gay guys, although I have met a few. Why do you want to meet them?" He shrugs, "I don't know, I thought that's what I'm suppose to do." I say, "You've already met two and you know of another one, my boyfriend. Doesn't Dougie interest you?" and now it's Jamie's turn to blush. Dougie says, "He's a virgin who's afraid to try anything sexy." Jamie yells, "Shut up, Dougie," and then he says to me, "I'm not a virgin, Dylan," and Dougie says, "You are as far as being gay goes." I can't believe how boldly shy Dougie is calling out his roommate. Jamie says, "I'm not a virgin because I screwed a girl graduation night. We were both drunk, sort of, and it was awful. I hated it. Guess it was my last ditch effort to prove I was straight and it proved the opposite. Even kissing her was terrible." Oh shit, I don't want to get involved in this discussion.
Jamie's pouting now, stealing sideways glances at Dougie. I guess he has a crush on him. I'm curious how much experience Dougie's had with gay sex, but I'm not going there. I'll just have to remain curious. Then, as if reading my mind, Jamie says, "Dougie thinks he's hot shit because he and his fuck buddy screwed all through their senior year." Dougie goes, "Jamie! That's private information." Jamie snickers, "Not now it ain't. You told Dylan I was a virgin, so..." Dougie goes, "You are. You're a gay virgin," and Jamie says to me, "He wants to screw me." I go, "Whoa! You two were getting along so well. What happened?" Jamie puts his arm around Dougie's neck and hugs him, mumbling, "We're buds, right Dougie?" Dougie says, "Kiss me if we're such good gay buds," and Jamie kisses him on the lips. Dougie says, "I dare you to do it again," and this time when he kisses Dougie I can tell Jamie's tongue is in Dougie's mouth. Dougie moves to face Jamie without their mouths coming apart and with both their arms around each other. They're really go at it, and soon they're humping their cocks together and moaning quietly. It's pretty hot to watch although I feel like a voyeur. Yeah, except I should probably be in some secret spot watching unbeknownst to them in order to qualify as a voyeur. It seems longer, but their kissing only last about ninety seconds. When they part, gasping for air and holding their crotches, both of them have sprouted hard boners that are poking out the lap of their pants. There's a wet spot at Dougie's lap from precum, or maybe he had an orgasm.
They're both blushing as I look away, pretending I'm not interested in their make-out. I hear a snicker and when I glance back I see they're at it again. Well, okay, good for them as I grab my crotch and squeeze my firm cock.
Damn! Feeling uncomfortable, I do a fake cough, light another cigarette and look out over the balcony railing. Down below, over where the trees start beyond the parking lot, I see a guy and girl making out against a big tree and wonder if it's the same couple I saw making out earlier in the week. The boys behind me are wrestling around making sexy moaning and grunting sounds, and when I glance back they're on the chaise lounge, Dougie on top of Jamie. Jesus guys, get a fucking room. What am I saying? They have a room already. This is going past the awkward stage into embarrassing so I drop my cigarette over the railing and try slipping from
the balcony into the living room. Jamie gasps and mutters, "Don't go in, Dylan." What, am I the fucking chaperone? I say, "I'm getting another beer. Um, would you like to use my bedroom? Or get another beer, or whatever...?" Dougie, still laying on Jamie, says, "What we'd really like is for the three of us to use your bedroom." He licks his lips then, and looks down, blushing again. I say, "Look, I'm really sorry guys, and I'm flattered too, but my boyfriend and, um, you know. You're both molten hot though, it's not that. It's that my boyfriend...." and I fade out realizing I already said that.
They both stare at me looking so cute and inviting and I really, really would like to feel Dougie's cock up my ass, but I ask, "Another beer, guys?" Dougie pats Jamie's cheek, then sits up, "Dylan, that was the most progress I've made with my indecisive roommate so far this week." Jamie says, "I've made out with a guy before, and a guy blew me once too, so I'm not really a virgin with gay stuff either." Dougie grins at him, "Good, we're finally getting somewhere," then to me, he says, "The only thing I can think of, Dylan, is that the difference here... well, it's you. Because you're sort of the adult overseeing things, that makes Jamie feel it's alright. Am I right, Jamie?" Jamie shrugs, "I don't know, but maybe." I laugh out loud, then say, "Adult? Ha ha, that's a first for me guys. How the fuck old do you think I am anyway?" They look at each other for a second, then Jamie says, "Twenty? You'd have to be twenty or almost twenty to be a sophomore." I'm still standing half in the living room with one foot still on the balcony. I ask, "And twenty years old is what you two cute nitwits think is an adult?" Jamie says, "No! We mean experience-wise. You don't even look like you're nineteen, never mind twenty, we're talking about your experience with gay sex, that's all." Well, thank God for that! I'm not ready for adulthood yet. I ask for the third time, "Another beer, guys?" Jamie says, "You mean you're going to hang with us tonight? We can stay awhile?" I go, "Sure, why not? What the fuck ya talking about?" They both get up and walk into the living room with me and I hear Dougie yelp again, then chuckle and say, "Jamie, you goose good anyway." Jamie says, "How'd I do making-out with you, Dougie boy?" "Awesome, you were awesome, Jamie."
I get us all another pony bottle and snap off the caps. Jamie says, "Hey, guys, I got a joke. This guy was standing in a bar when a little Chinese guy
comes in and stands right next to the guy, as he starts drinking a beer. The guy looks at the Chinese guy for a minute, then asks him if he knows any of the martial arts stuff like Kung-Fu or Ju-Jitsu. The Chines guy says, 'No, why the fruck you ask me dat? Is it coz I Chinese?' The other guy says, 'No, it's because you're drinking my fucking beer, ya little prick!'" We get a good chuckle out of that on our way back out on the balcony where Dougie bums another cigarette off me, saying, "I didn't give up cigarettes, I gave up buying them." Jamie chuckles and asks how much cigarettes cost? We talk about that and how ya gotta be a fool to buy cigarettes in this state. "New Hampshire is where to buy booze and cigarettes. Saves you almost forty percent." Dougie isn't acting as shy as he was before, I guess he now feels more comfortable so he's dropped his shyness, plus the couple of beers he's had helps with that too. Dougie asks, "Jamie, what's it gonna take for you to have sex with me? I got a crush on you, dude. You're fucking hot!" Jamie's like, "Oh yeah? Nobody ever told me I was hot before. Um, if Dylan sort of referees, I might try something with you tonight. You're hot yourself. Making out with you again got me horny" I go, "Whoa, don't get me involved in this, boys." Jamie says, "A certain person would really like to get you involved. Dougie wants to fuck you in the worst way, Dylan," and before I can say anything, Dougie yells, "Mc Farland! I told you to stop telling him that. Come on, dude, you promised not to say anything." I go, "And now you've said it twice, Jamie." He grins, "I know, but I like to see Dougie riled up, plus if he fucked you I could learn from it and know what to expect." I go, "That's a crock of shit! You've watched gay videos online, and don't lie by saying you haven't." He goes, "Yeah, but that's a video, this is real life." I'm shaking my head, "You're delusional if you think I'm gonna participate in a live educational fuck."
I light my third cigarette of the evening wondering why I invited these guys to have another beer. Jeez, I could be over Tracy's talking with other 'adults' like myself. Jamie goes, "Um, okay, you won't do it, but would you referee a little first time sex between us two," pointing at himself and Dougie. I go, "Absolutely not. That's insane!" Dougie says, "Well, you are my mentor," and I think of fat Carl Denton calling himself my mentor, and what that's led to. Oh fuck. I ask, "What exactly do you have in mind?" Dougie says, "He wants me to fuck him and I got a damn good condom in my pants pocket." Jamie says, "It's you who wants to fuck me. And you brought a condom with you? Did you plan this?" Dougie says, "I always have a condom with me." I go, "I sure as shit hope you weren't thinking you'd use it on me." He mutters, "No, I didn't think for a second I would, but I'd love to. You're my idol, you're a rock star to me." Jamie says, "To me too," and I go, "I don't believe a word of this little play you're putting out there for my benefit." Dougie frowns, and mumbles, "We're not putting out anything. It's honestly how we feel, and you don't need to dump on us about it, Dylan. Didn't you ever have a crush on anyone?" Are they actually serious with all this shit? If so, they're more naive than I thought.
Dougie goes, "Please, mentor, I'm so horny and so is Jamie," and Jamie says, "Horny, yes, but nervous as a cat too." I say, "I already told ya, you can use my bed," thinking I'll change the sheets so Robby doesn't find out, but maybe he'd think it was cute. Wait a second. He'd probably be very impressed I didn't give into all this flattery I'm hearing. Yeah, but on the other hand, we're not running a sex clinic here. It's our apartment, fer chrissakes. Dougie interrupts my thoughts, muttering, "I already told you we have a room, we need you, not a room. Do you wanna do a threesome? Have you every done one?" I go, "That'd be 'no' to your first question, and none of your business to the second one." They giggle, "Bet you've done a lot of threesomes, huh?" I say, "No, I haven't. You're both legal age and willing, so if you want to screw in here go ahead and do it, just don't get me involved." Jamie says, "You've got to be involved. That way I'll know Dougie's doing it right, and, um, if I don't like it you can pull this wild thing here off me," as he nods to Dougie, who says, "I'll stop the second you tell me to, but you're gonna love it." Jamie's like, "Then why won't you let me do it to you?" That's a good question, so I look at Dougie, who shrugs, and says, "Just because." Jamie mutters, "Well that clears up everything." This is getting a little tedious, so I'm like, "Okay, I'll sit here. Go ahead and screw each other." Dougie claps his hands and Jamie gulps noisily, then mutters, "Oh shit, first a short haircut and now this." Dougie says, "Yeah, a night to remember, dude. Awesome!" then he adds, "This could be the beginning of something big, something that last a long time, Jamie." Jamie gulps again and unconsciously rubs his ass.
Dougie starts taking his pants down, and I go, "No, no! Don't get naked. You take out your dick and Jamie drops his pants just below his ass. I'm not having two naked freshman in my living room. It's too, um, perverted. Of me, I mean, not you two. This is just so you can break the ice and after that, if it works out for you guys, then you can do it in your dorm room naked or any way you want." Jamie frowns, muttering, "Getting naked would be the best part for me," and Dougie says, "Don't argue, we can get naked in our room like Dylan says. Just pull your pants down past your ass a little. Right, Dylan?" I mutter, "Yeah, right." Jamie asks, "Can we take our shirts off at least?" Oh fuck, why did I ask them if they wanted another beer? Okay, get a grip, Dylan! Help these two kids out. They aren't doing anything wrong and they both want to do it. Just don't watch. I nod, "Yeah, take your shirts off if you want, just get this over with." They both do that quickly, then Dougie pulls Jamie's pants down to his knees and takes hold of Jamie's five inch cock, asking, "You fucked a girl with this noodle?" Jamie blushes, "It's average size, and let go of it!" Dougie drops Jamie's cock and unzips his fly, then pulls out a semi-firm seven inch beauty of a cock. I stare at it for a second then look away. Damn nice cock on that kid, and now I get the squirmy feeling in my rectum and around my groin. Fuck!
Putting his hand behind Jamie's head, Dougie says, "We begin with some foreplay, Jamie. A little making-out and grinding our dicks together." Jamie takes a deep breath, muttering, "I can't catch my fucking breath. Wait a second will ya." He take's a few deep breaths and then they start making-out again. They're both good at it too. They're sloppy with it so there's lots of wet sounds and lips smacking, saliva running down both their chins. Deep kisses as they rub each others bare back, their fingers in the hairs at the back of each other's head. It's kinda hot with lots of tongue action. Tongues licking together and then Dougie's sucking on Jamie's neck doing a hickey as Jamie moans with his eyelids heavy. These guys are hot for each other and that's so cool for them. I'm happy for them, but my poor boner's feeling lonely and aching at the same time. They're both humping their groins together gently as their boners grow and get very hard. Dougie's cock is bone hard sticking straight out from his body when he backs away to stroke it, leaving a partial hickey on Jamie's neck. They're paying no attention to me now, so I adjust my boner sideways in my pants. Fuck, this is hot! I've seen Dodger fuck Vinnie and Robby fuck Ryan, but somehow this is hotter because it's Jamie's first time. How often does one get a chance to see that. Okay, I've got to check myself to make sure I'm not perv'ing on these two. I force myself to look away so I don't end up with a guilty conscience.
When I glance back Jamie looks like he's in a trance as Dougie strokes Jamie's cock and rubs the hairs on the back of his head again, quietly murmuring sweet words like, "You're so hot, Jamie. Thank you for doing this, We'll be so good together. Um, are you ready for my cock now?" There's a quiet gasping sound that I realize came from me so I look away again, once more adjusting my junk. I should leave the room, that's what I should do. Instead I take a quick look back and see Jamie bent over now, his hands on his knees and Dougie's rubbing his cock lightly up and down Jamie's ass crack, purring, "This will be so awesome, Jamie. I'll go very slow so I don't hurt you," and then Jamie gasps and takes his boner in his fist to stroke it a few times which gets precum drooling out and dropping to the tile floor as he moans in his throat, "Oooooh, mmm,' then he mutters, "Dougie, fuck me." Damn, this is so fucking hot I grope my cock stifling a moan of my own. I'm fucking oversexed, there's no question about that. Jesus, I need to get real! Dougie's rolling on a condom quietly telling Jamie what he's doing, then the head of his boner is at Jamie's asshole, as he murmurs, "Relax, Jamie, just relax and enjoy the feeling of a hard cock up your ass at last." Jamie nods his head, saying, "Do it," sounding very sexually aroused, anxious for it now. I half expect to hear a scream from Jamie when Dougie leans forward and the head of his cock slides in past Jamie's sphincter, but I hear a moan instead. "Oooh, God, that feels good," from Jamie as he lifts a little, moaning and stroking his boner, "Mmmmm, oooh." For the first time, I look at Jamie's ass and there's a little hair on it, but it's got a real nice bubble butt shape. He's got himself an awesome pink, firm, shapely ass that I'd
like to fuck. His torso has hair on his pecs, but not a lot, and he's got really nice definition in his bicep muscles. Hot body on this kid.
Dougie's pale complexion is quite red now as he puffs out his cheeks and exhales a lot of air from his lungs. He rubs the palms of his hands up and down Jamie's back as his cock move inside Jamie's ass another inch, then more rubbing and another inch goes in with Jamie's head moving around as he moans, "Oooooh, God, this feels good." Slowly another inch or so goes up Jamie's rectum with Dougie breathing deeply, his chest expanding noticeably. Then a hump of his hips with both boys groaning, "Aaaaaah, oooh, fuck that's good," and another inch of boner disappears up Jamie's ass as he lifts again still stroking his cock and I see his buttock muscles clenching, as he gasps, "More, Dougie, give me more." He's deeply aroused and loving Dougie's hard cock inside him. Pretty unusual for a first timer. He's a natural bottom, the lucky bastard. That other lucky fuck, Dougie's, gonna have himself a very hot and sexy freshman year. I guess I can say the same for Jamie too. Wonder if they'll even go to classes or just fuck morning, noon, and night. Dougie's got a hold of Jamie's hips now, his cock totally up Jamie's ass as he leans over Jamie's back putting his arms around his stomach and holding Jamie's buttocks tightly against his groin. Damn that must feel good! I'm jealous of Jamie. They stay like that for half a minute with Jamie again bent over with his hands on his knees.
Apparently satisfied Jamie's rectum has adjusted to his boner, Dougie keeps his arm around Jamie's stomach holding him in place and moves only his hips to pull his cock back, almost out, then back up Jamie's ass. Three more of the slow penetrations and then he starts fairly fast fucking, and, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds fill the kitchen. Jamie's soon writhing under Dougie chest as Dougie lays on Jamie's back. The side of Dougie's face is intimately against his fuck buddy's shoulder as Dougie's youthful hips keep up a steady fucking, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," with me staring, my mouth slightly open. Both guys are groaning quietly as Dougie picks up the pace, and faster "Slap,slap,slap, slap," sounds join their moans of sexual pleasure, the "slap" ringing out each time Dougie's groin smacks against Jamie's butt cheeks. I expected fast climaxes from both of them, but it's goes on for maybe five minutes and they're still going at it. My boner aches in my pants, throbbing and dripping precum. Oh my God, I'm so fucking horny. Five minutes of steady fucking in the same spot I gave them haircuts seemingly hours ago. They're both whining now, whining and thrusting about as their orgasms build, and then a loud, "Mmmmm, ooh, ooh, Aaaah!" from Jamie as his hips buck and a stream of cum shoots from his cock. Holy shit! It flew six feet in the air, then another nice stream follows the first as his face turns dark red and he holds his breath. Dougie is trying to hold onto the thrashing body of Jamie, Dougie's biceps tightening as he continues holding Jamie's back against his chest. Dougie's hips are still thrusting his long boner way in and almost all the way out, and then right back up Jamie's ass, "Slap, slap, slap." Jamie's moaning quietly, limp in Dougie's arms now. It's a continuing, steady, "Slap, slap, slap," until Dougie's body gets stiff as his cock. Holding his crotch tight against Jamie's buttocks, he makes desperate whining sounds, humping against Jamie's buttocks. Then Dougie makes a long airy, "Eeeeee" sound as he pumps cum into the condom. I mean, what else would he be doing. His body shakes as he gasps and then humps his cock a half dozen more times before pulling his still hard cock out of Jamie's quivering ass that's now shiny with the condom's lube that melted from body heat and friction.
Undocked, Jamie sits down on the tile floor, then lays back, moaning. His cock's only semi-hard now as he plays with it, his eyes closed. Dougie backs
away, catches a glimpse of me sitting here on the bar stool and looks surprised that I'm here. I wave my fingers at him, like, 'Hi, how ya doing?' He grins, backing away and taking the condom off. There a golf ball size round of cum at the end of the condom. Dougie's face is flush as he nods his head at me, and from the floor, Jamie mutters, "That sucked," and they both laugh at that, knowing it didn't suck at all. Okay, once they started fucking I never looked away, so what's that make me? Actually, it was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. I mean witnessing them fuck for the first time. If I helped Jamie work up the courage to do what he's probably been fantasizing about for five or six years, I should feel good about that. It should be smooth sailing for those two from now on. Then I think about that cute kid in Key West who asked me to introduce him to gay anal intercourse and how grateful he was afterward. Yeah, how many eighteen years old gay guys have I helped with their first gay sex? There's been a few and I'm glad I could help them. Not that it wasn't pleasurable for me too. This time being the exception because all I got from these experience is blue balls. Sex should not be a taboo subject though, not if the partners are willing participants. Dougie puts his dick back in his pants and zips up, saying, "Let me help you up, Jamie." Still holding the condom, he uses his other hand to give Jamie a hand up. Then Dougie pulls Jamie's pants up and pats his ass, asking, "Well, what'd ya think?" Jamie mumbles, "What the fuck do ya think? It was just as awesome as you said it'd be." Dougie goes, "Ya wanna do it again?" and I go, "No, no, boys. Not here." They laugh and bump fist, muttering, "That was alright, roomie." I say, "Dump that condom in the toilet and flush it, Dougie."
That's what he does and then we clean up Jamie's cum off the tile floor, and after that celebrate their success by drinking the last three pony bottles. We're out on the balcony of course, with Dougie and I smoking. There's a lot of happy chatter from the two fuck buddies. As for me I'm content just listening to them. I'm glad it's over with too, relieved it went so well, but I gotta admit it was something unique to see. And of course I'm so horny now I might need to call 911 for an ambulance. When the roommates are done congratulating each other, and done telling each other how great they are, as if no one has ever been fucked before, I say, "You guys are lucky. It doesn't always work out so perfectly for first timers. Are you sure you've never been screwed before, Jamie?" He goes, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure, unless someone drugged me and fucked me without me knowing it." I deadpan, "That probably didn't happen." Dougie says, "You're a natural bottom, Jamie," and Jamie says, "You might be too. We're gonna find out." Dougie's eyes move around, and I chuckle, mumbling, "You scared to try bottoming, Dougie? And after the way you mocked Jamie too. Now he's done it, and he's going to see who's the chicken.' Dougie goes, "I'm a top, dude, and tops don't bottom." Jamie says, "Bull shit, you need to be versatile." They argue back and forth with me rolling my eyes. Okay, so it isn't going to be smooth sailing for them after all.
They take off when the beers are gone leaving me by myself in the apartment desperately horny, but proud of myself for resisting. Then I wonder if it's worth it. Resisting I mean. Robby and Danny Monday might be fucking in Robby's pickup right now for all I know. I'll probably never get to feel Dougie's awesome cock up my ass now that he's got his steady fuck buddy. How convenient to have a roommate to fuck with. Robby and I should know, but huh,
maybe I'm overdoing this abstinence thing. I'll need to think some more about it, but for now I'm gonna take a shower and get some early sleep. Tomorrow night is Connor's and Dodger's welcome home cookout. I wonder what that'll be like.
to be continued.... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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