DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 22
by Donny Mumford
Robby and I are out here on our North Andover apartment's balcony shivering. New England nights in the middle of September tend to be chilly and this Sunday night is no exception. Wearing only our bathrobes Robby and I ventured out here to share a last beer of the night and smoke a cigarette. Finished both those things, we're now staring into each other's eyes and I can almost see the sexual heat between us. It's like blue electric sparks in the dark. Robby smiles at me, murmuring, "You and me are kinda doing alright, huh?" I nod my head feeling like a little kid and I don't know why except Robby seems to crackle with confidence and sexual heat lately, so maybe that's it. He's so fucking good looking too, and that little grin on his lips makes my dick move. I find myself in sort of a dreamy trance, or dreamy something. My hands slowly move to either side of his face and my fingers tips lightly rub up his cheeks feeling the beginnings of Robby's facial hair below his sideburns. He smiles, murmuring, "Yeah, guess I need a shave, huh?" He takes my right hand in his and moves my finger tips along his upper lip as he quietly says, "Here too I guess." I nod my head gulping noisily trying to swallow. I can barely get the word, "Sexy," out. He chuckles, asking quietly, "Are whiskers sexy?" I nod my head one time and lean into him. You either feel sexual heat for someone or you don't, and I'm seriously feeling it for Robby. It's happened slowly over time, but when sexual heat's percolated to the exact degree for igniting there's no mistaking it. In some ways it seems like it happened almost overnight, but I know it's been building over time. It's like the slow transformation from darkness to brilliant light in a clear dawn sky... a sunrise. At first only the very upper edge of the sun appears as a dark orange shimmering arc in the dull morning sky. The world slowly brightens as the arc grows, moving gracefully across the sky like it owns it. Then ever so slowly it shows itself and turns from orange to a dark yellow sphere when it burst into full view sending out radiant sun beams creating light and color... and heat. For uncountable reasons, one building on another, Robby's sunrise in my world has created this sexual heat and love that I'm feeling for him at this moment. It's almost scary, but deliciously scary and exciting like nothing else I've experienced so far. That's what it's like to fall in love, a love like I feel for Robby now like the brilliance that is sunrise on a beautiful cloudless morning on earth.
Robby puts his arms around me and sways me side to side slowly, asking quietly, "What are you thinking, Dylan?" Rubbing the side of my face against his, I murmur in his ear, "I love you and want you. You're like the sun... creating light and color and heat in my life." He chuckles softly, "Have you been reading poetry?" His hand rubs up the back of my head as he gently kisses the side of my face, then whispers, "Ahhh, I see you're finally mine, aren't you, Dylan? Finally in love with me the way I've been in love with you since forever." I murmur, "I guess," and he chuckles, repeating what I said, "You guess, huh? You're funny." I hug him tightly, feeling like I'm going to cry and I don't know why. Maybe because I'm afraid something will ruin this, this um, this perfection we've found together. Nothing is perfect though, so how can this be perfect. Is it just for a moment in time that I finally get to feel this way about Robby and then lose it somehow? I just don't know, but I'm savoring it now and for as long as it lasts. I hope it's forever, but I don't know because it's new to me. Robby puts his hand lightly on my forehead moving my head back gently so we're face to face. Our noses touch as he murmurs, "You ready to go again, baby?" Oh man, he's been so sexily hot to me lately I'm all gooey inside, head over heals in love with him. I've been absolutely loving the way Robby's taken charge of things recently, showing tons of confidence and being the head of our household even before we have a household. Rubbing my nose against his, I quietly say, "I'm always ready to go again with you, Rob." He grins, mumbling, "Well okay then, get your ass inside and I'll fuck you." I can't help but grin at the bossiness of that, and he grins back, asking, "Should we have sweet lovers sex or should I fuck you fast, long, and hard the way you like it?" My dick gets harder as I cling to him, "Everything, Rob, I want it all." He smiles, "Hey! Look at me." My eyes go to his and he says, "I told you to call me 'Robby'. You've called me that from the first day I met you. Everyone called me 'Rob' until then, but I'll be Robby to you." See what I mean about his in-charge confidence? I love when he's like this. It's as if I've always wanted subconsciously to have someone be in charge and take care of me. Chubby and I have been taking care of ourselves almost our whole lives and now I'd like some beautiful boy I can love and share sexual heat with to take over... and take care of me. Who better than Robby? He quietly repeats himself, "Call me 'Robby', okay?" I look down feeling this awesome submissive sensation move over my brain like a warm wind, as I mumble, "Sorry, Robby." Robby's not in the same deeply romantic mood I find myself in, so he lets go of me, saying, "That's my boy!" Then, grinning, he smacks my ass, mumbling, "Inside you go, baby."
Inside he undoes the cloth belt to my bathrobe and slides his hands in against my naked sides and around my back, pulling me to him. "You've got it bad for me now, huh?" I nod, tilting my head a little looking into his big blue eyes, asking, "Before you fuck me am I getting a spanking for being naughty?" He grins, "Do you want one?" I say, "Uh huh, but please don't tie me up first." He goes, "Maybe I will," and he pulls my bathrobe's cloth belt through the loops, then loops it around the back of my neck pulling my head close to his again, saying, "Maybe I'll use this cloth belt to tie you up so it won't leave marks on your wrists." I put my lips against his, mumbling, "You're too strong for me, so you could probably do whatever you want." He licks around my lips and up the front of my nose, muttering, "I probably could, couldn't I?" Sucking on my lips to taste his saliva, I put my arms around him, "I love you, Rob, more and more every day." He's grinning and leaning his face squashed against mine, whispering, "I know you do, baby, 'cause I'm your man, right?" My lips open and our teeth slide together, then our mouths open and our tongues touch. Robby drops the ends of the bathrobe belt and runs his hand over my bare back humping his hard cock against me with my boner up between us rubbing both our bellies. He humps against me a few more times which opens the front of his bathrobe and our hairless groins meet with his nuts bouncing off mine. Our faces smear together, our lips wet with our combined saliva. I drop my arms from around his back and slide my hand inside his bathrobe and grab a bare butt cheek in each hand. He drops his hands to grab my ass too and we pull each other together tightly and grind our hips as our lips kiss and our tongues lick. Our noses are plastered on each other's cheek, side by side. The scent of his skin sneaks into my brain and the feel of his bare body against mine has me moaning quietly, my eyes are closed and my head's swimming with sexual arousal. Beautiful, almost perfect moments like this just happen. You can't plan for them. They happen or they don't.
Our passionate kissing and hugging reaches new heights sending untold numbers of sexual pleasure signals to my brain until I feel dizzily aroused to an almost insane degree. Our faces are side by side now as we both gasp taking deep breaths, our chest heaving and our hearts thundering against our ribs and against each other's chest. Lots of deep breathing, then Robby sputters out, "Jesus, um, I felt faint there for a second." We weren't breathing for over a minute as we made-out groping each other's body. One last big inhale from Robby and he lets go of me and takes my hand, murmuring, "Come on, babe, you said something about worshiping my body." I take a quick step to catch up with him, mumbling, "Yeah, I remember mentioning something like that." In the bedroom, still holding my hand, Robby closes the door and clicks the lock in the knob. Turning to me, he kisses my lips, "You're like the most special gift in my life, Dylan. You give me confidence and love and you honor me by wanting me to lead us into forever together. I yearned for
the day I'd totally believed that you really felt that way, and today I believe it completely. Funny how now I'm kind of afraid because what if I can't pull it off and I disappoint you?" I say, "You won't disappoint, Robby. Why would I think that when you've never disappointed me in the three-plus years I've known you?" He slips my bathrobe off my shoulders and it falls to the floor behind me, then he shrugs his bathrobe off so it falls on the floor behind him. "Yeah, I have. I've disappointed you before, Dylan, let you down and disappointed myself for doing it, but you just refuse to see my faults." I go, "Nobody's perfect, Rob," and he says, "You are."
So sweet a sentiment it brings tears to my eyes as our lips meet again for a passionate lover's kiss that's soft, long and wet. We're both standing here naked making-out and feeling the other's body pressing against our own as our hands roam around caressing here and there. Our cocks have been hard and dripping for awhile now... and oh it feels so good. Breaking the kiss I lick down his chin and neck, then down his chest to suck his nipples until they're both standing out pink and hard. He does a deep inhale and lets it out slowly, his hands on my shoulders as I slide my hands down his sides licking past his chest to his stomach, then suck his belly button. My tongue swirls around his 'innie' button and then my tongue licks a line down to the top of his boner. It's very hard pointing up at me and there's a big precum bubble at his pee slit that's just about to roll off the head and slide down the shaft. The tip of my pink tongue laps the bubble off the head of his cock and then I suck on the side of the head. Robby moans with his head back as his pink boner goes in my mouth so I can tongue it and suck on it. After a few seconds he goes, "Ouuuuu," going up on his toes while his fingers ruffle the short hairs on my head. I'm moving my head forward until the head of his cock breaks past the gag reflex area in my throat, my nose pressed to his belly, and my chin against his scrotum. When I massage the head of his fat hard cock by moving my throat muscles. Robby goes flatfooted for a second, then back up on his toes again making a hissing sound drawing air in past his teeth. A long precum stream drools down my throat bringing on a need to cough, so I quickly back all the way off his cock and cough a few times hard. I guess some of the precum juice went into my windpipe. Bent over I'm trying to cough it out with Robby patting my back. Does that help? I don't know, but I'm glad he's trying. One last cough and I'm blinking my eyes as Robby gets a hand under each of my armpits and straightens me up hugging me against him whispering in my ear, "I love you so much, Dylan," and a long kiss on the side of my forehead, but mostly I need to cough again, so muttering, "Sorry," I look away and cough again.
The need to cough passes and I drop to my knees with Robby murmuring, "Oh boy." I lick his balls and then lift them up to lick behind them close to his ass hole. With his hard cock and nut-filled scrotum held to the side of my face I bend my neck back and lick over his very clean asshole. "Aaaah," from Robby. Licking his anus five or six times fast, then pressing my tongue against it I feel precum drooling down my boner. Robby's clean sexy scent is very prevalent here. Nice that we took that shower earlier. Working my tongue up his ass, I'm rubbing up and down his hairless thighs that are tight and muscular. Robby has nice definition in his legs... nice legs for a male athlete. The Dickers boys have both been blessed with almost perfect bodies to go with their extreme good looks and awesome hair, but they both have four inch dicks. That's where the 'almost' perfect comes in. Another inch or two added to their dicks and we got perfection. Even so they're freaks of nature in only the best ways possible brought about by an unimaginable combination of genes from average looking parents. My tongue is now a third of the way in his asshole which proves to be too much simulation for Robby because another long drool of precum rolls off the head of his cock to slide down my cheek with Robby stepping back, moaning, "Ummm, oooh, oooh. I'm gonna cum." Then he repeats himself, "Almost blew my wad, baby. Holy shit that's a super turn on."
His chest is heaving as I look up at him. I'm sitting back on my legs thinking, 'God what a body on my boyfriend, and man is he sexy cute'. He's licking his lips holding his cock up against his belly, mumbling, "Shit, that felt good." After a few seconds I stand up and he gets my face between his hands and kisses me a long wet kiss on my lips with my arms going around his back. We kiss and suck lips for awhile and I'd happily do it awhile longer, but Robby murmurs, "I've got to fuck you now, baby. I can't wait any longer. You've been turning me on for the last half hour and I'm getting blue balls, so we need to have sex. And I'm sorry, but unfortunately I think it'll be a quickie because I feel ready to shoot cum up your ass right now." And he hugs and kisses me again, then reaches behind me and smacks my ass hard. I stand here for a bit, muttering, "Ow," but then it gets to really stinging and my hands go behind me to fend off the spanking. Robby's into it though, "No, Dylan, you like being spanked before I fuck you, so take you're spanking." I mutter, "I'm not a fucking mosaicist fer chrissakes, ow!" He blurts out a laugh, then goes, "Sorry, but this is fun, and kinda funny. Now stand there, dammit." I'm leaning against him liking this, but pretending to be pissed off. I mutter, "You're turning into some kind of dominant madman, Rob." He goes, "No I'm not. This is what you like. It's that stupid sub/dom stuff you're always talking about. Now turn around and bend over, and keep your hands on your knees!" I mutter, "It's not stupid," as I do what I'm told. Jeez, even though Robby can barely keep a straight face and he's chuckling about the spanking, my cock is still getting hard as steel. Robby, my new dominant sex partner, fiancé, and lover. A three bagger! He wails away for four more hard, loud smacks on my ass, but can't do more. He goes, "I'll build up my tolerance for doing more in future spankings." I shout, "Your tolerance? My ass is on fire!" He grins, "That's the idea, isn't it?" I fake a pout, talking baby talk, "Now you need to make be feel much more better." He hugs me mumbling, "This is so stupid." I go, "That's not making me feel better, Rob."
Robby says, "I liked our loving stuff better." I say, "Yeah, I guess I do too." He says, "See, I'm right again," and I'm like, "Yep, you're in charge." He goes, "That's right, and I say we're getting in bed so I can make love to you the way it should be done." He puts his lips on my ear, and says quietly and sincerely, "No kidding around, I love the way you love me, Dylan, and I've never been more serious about anything in my life. Your recent demonstration of true love is better than I ever dreamed it would be." I murmur, "Thanks, Robby, I love the way you love me too, and don't forget the part about how obedient to you I am." He grins, then chuckles a little, mutters, "You nut," and we do another lover's kiss with the silliness forgotten. After our kiss he rubs his hand across my chest, plays with my nip ring a second, then takes my hand, and says, "Let's pick up our bathrobes so Chubby does 't think we had a sex orgy in here." We pick those up and walk hand in hand to the bedroom, me a little behind Robby so I can look at him as we
walk. Yep, I still got the hot's for the head of our household. This is just right. I'm grinning to myself, feeling really good about both of us. Maybe I won't change a fucking thing about Robby's plans for marriage. I can see why Dodger might think I'm being foolish about certain aspects of Robby's plans, but he doesn't know his brother like he used to. Not like I do. Robby hands me his robe, mumbling, "Hang these up, baby," and my dick tightens up again. That's perfect, right there the way he offhandedly told me to hang up his robe. I love this shit. I mumble, "Sure, Rob," then think, 'Dammit, I meant to say 'Robby'. Shit!' He didn't seem to notice as he gets in bed grinning at me, then he gets right back out of bed, saying, "First we'll brush our teeth and get ready for bed. That way we'll just stay in bed and go to sleep in each other's arms after we make love. Come here, baby." I hurriedly hang up the second bathrobe, then go over to Robby. He puts his arm around my waist, looking at me, "Isn't this great, Dylan? You and me like this. It's almost like we're married now." I kiss him, "It's awesome, Robby!" Putting emphasis on the 'Robby'. He nods his head grinning.
I take a piss while Robby's brushing his teeth. Okay, so he's a little innocent and naive about stuff at times, but I love him that way. I'm so happy I feel almost goofy, but I don't care. We finish up in the bathroom washing and whatnot, then I ask, "Can we get in bed now, Robby?" He says, "Of course, you nut. Lets go, oh, first get the light." I do that and then climb in bed for some sex. Robby gets his arms around me and hugs me real tight, then kisses me. "You just lay here and let me show you some love, Dylan, okay? You're my treasure ya know. So many guys would give anything to be in my place." I go, "In my place too, Rob." He runs his fingers up my forehead and back through my short hair, mumbling, "That damn Ryan, he really fucked-up your haircut, didn't he?" I shrug and Robby goes up on his elbow looking down at me, his face above mine, "Dylan, speaking of Ryan, what'd we decide about him?" Hmmm, I quietly say, "I think you decided it's okay for you and me to have buddy sex with him if he asks us, but none of us is suppose to tell the other about it." He coos, "Good, boy. I just wanted to see if we're both clear about that," and he kisses me on the lips. Then, still up on
an elbow above me, he runs his fingers through my hair again, saying, "I want you to tell me what things about my plans for us, the ones before and after we're married, you're having second thoughts about." I swallow, "Right now?" He says, "Yeah, baby, right now," and I go, "Um, I, ah, don't want to change anything, Rob." He says, "Robby, not Rob. Are you sure you aren't having second thoughts. You said you were." A deep submissive sensation invades my brain and I can hardly breath it feels so good. I murmur, "I'm sure, Robby," and he smiles, "That's my boy," as my arms go around his neck to pull his face down to mine. We do a long lover's kiss with Robby's chest against mine until I wince and move my face to the side, mumbling, "I'm gonna cum, Robby."
Back up on his elbow looking down at me, he smiles, "Oh god, I love you, Dylan." I resist the urge to stroke my cock, forcing myself to calm down by taking a couple of deep breaths. Then quietly say, "This has been so awesome tonight, Robby. I feel so dreamy and contended." He murmurs, "All I want to do is make you happy, Dylan. When you're happy I'm happy." I mumble, "I don't shine if you don't shine." He gives me a big beautiful smile, then we get into another hot make-out with him mostly on top of me as we thrash around on the bed. It's obvious Robby's much stronger than me, which is just like it ought to be. Finally Robby slides his lips across my cheek until our faces are side by side. We both breath deeply for a minute, then Robby lifts his head and licks my lips, then up the front of my nose, then all over my face. When my face is damp with his saliva he slides down my body and gets between my legs. "Pull your legs back, baby," so I lift my legs and wrap an arm around each one pulling the front of my thighs against my stomach. He moves my hard cock and my balls to the side, murmuring, "Spread 'em a little more," I do that. "Hold it right there." I'm gasping with anticipation, my heart thumping as a whiny sound of arousal squeaks out of my throat. He looks up at the sound, then says, "That's my boy," and presses the head of his hard fat cock against my asshole spreading the lips, then a little more. He lets go of my cock and balls and his hands rub up the back of my thighs. Half the head of his cock is inside me as he stares at me, quietly asking, "Who do you love, baby?" I gasp, "You, Robby. More than anything in the world." He nods his head, makes a whiny sound of his own and pushes the head of his cock past my sphincter ring as we both go, "Ooooh, aaah, aaah."
Robby leans over me, a hand on either side of me. His face above mine staring me in the eyes as he ever so slowly pushes his fat boner up my ass. "Mmmmm," from Robby as I move my head side to side on the pillow, murmuring, "It feels so good, Robby." His face turns a little red and his lips are tight together as he presses his groin against my buttocks tightly, fully impaling me with his fat hard organ. The sensations coming from my rectum are fantastic. I gasp, "Kiss me, Robby." He lowers his head and we kiss sweetly, then sexily with a lot of tongue involved. My rectum adjusts to the fat welcome intrusion and Robby lifts up above me again while moving his hips back pulling his boner out until just the helmet head of his cock is pulling the lips of my asshole out a little, then the fat head begins the journey back up my ass as a shot of precum, almost like a mini orgasm, shoots onto my belly from my quivering boner. Robby grunts, "Aaah, ooh fuck, this feels good," and he starts a steady fucking, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and I'm overcome with sizzling sexual sensations in my rectum as my prostate radiates sexual pleasure too intense to absorb all at once. My body's a pleasure dome, my rectum a tunnel of love, and I'm moaning from the wonderful indescribably delicious sexual sensations Robby's hard cock is creating inside me. The, "Slap slap, slap," flesh against flesh sounds of Robby slamming into my ass echo in my ears even as my own moans, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh," accompany the slapping sounds. Robby's eyes are tightly closed as he adds his, "Mmm, mmm, mmm," moans with each drive up my ass. Please let this go on forever, but all too soon Robby's tight against my ass desperately humping and pumping cum in long spurts up inside me. The first stream hits my rectum wall and I squeal arching my back and humping against Robby's groin as cum spurts from my cock and then a stream of cum shoots out reaching my neck as bright lights explode behind my eyes. My squeal was too loud, but I have no control over that and I can't remember a more intense orgasm. My shoulders are shuddering uncontrollably on the mattress as I tighten my stomach muscles to squeeze out three more squirts of cum that land around my belly button, then I'm limp as a rag savoring twirling sensations around my cock and balls and inside my ass. My anus tingles and I shudder again as Robby falls forward. I drop my legs to the mattress and hug him, kissing around his head and inhaling his scent.
His cock is still inside me as Robby moans, moving his sweaty face on mine and then he does a few more spastic humps, his cock moving in my ass sending out more sensations that make my whole body shudder this time, and then we're both still, but breathing hard. We're like this until our breathing is normal, then Robby murmurs, "Oh shit, that was so hot," and he rolls off me pulling his cock from my ass and his cum runs out and down my ass to the sheets with me going, "Ooooh, ooh, oh my God, Robby, that was the best ever." He's on his stomach next to me putting his arm across my chest for a hug. He takes another deep breath, mumbling, "You're so special, Dylan. Oh man, I'm weak, but your right, that was the best ever." I flop over on my stomach and get my face next to his, "I love you so much, Robby." He nods his head moving it on the pillow, quietly saying, "Whoa, baby, I love you more." Then he turns his head to get our noses touching again. He look me in the eyes grinning, and asking, "Did you hear me, Dylan? I said I love you more than you love me." I laugh a little laugh, then mumble, "No, I love you the
most." He lifts up and reaches over to smack the side of my ass, "Hey, who's the boss here?" I go, "Oh, you are, sir," and he says, "That's right, and I say I love you more." I go, "Yes, sir!" He chuckles as we wrestle around until we're on our sides, face to face, with our arms over each other's side. He grins, "I got cum on my hand when I smacked your ass." I go, "Serves you right." He goes, "Can you believe we've got our whole lives ahead of us to have nights like this?" I say, "Yeah, but how about the nights when you come home from the office really late with me and the baby wondering what you've been up to?" He says, "I'll always call when I'll be late for dinner," and I say, "Yeah, but me and the baby will wonder if you're out messing around with the new mailroom boy you just hired." He goes, "Well yeah, you'll be jealous thinking those thoughts, but I'll make love to you when I get home and you'll forgive me 'cause you'll be in ecstasy again." I go, "Oh, yeah. Okay." We chuckle, hug, and kiss. I ask, "Am I suppose to go to sleep with all this cum on me?" He says, "Yes, you are. It's on me too." I plaster my body against his spreading more cum on both of us as I hug him, "I love you, Robby." He goes, "I heard that a lot tonight. Good, I finally got you, don't I?" He said it kiddingly, but I'm serious when I say, "Yes, you do for sure, Robby." He mutters, "Good boy. Now lets get to sleep. No more talking."
That's what we do, but in each other's arms. I never even hear Chubby come home as I fall asleep quickly with a smile on my lips deeply in love with my man, Rob. In the morning it's hard getting up. I roll up on my side and put my arm over Robby's back and kiss the side of his face, then rub my face against his. Robby groans, "Is it time to get up already?" I'm like, "Pretty soon, boyfriend," and he rustles around to his back, mumbling, "I woke up with a woody." I go, "Well, put it some place it can do some good." He grins, pushing me over on my stomach and getting between my legs. His cock pushes up my ass as I raise my ass off the mattress looking at him. He lays on my back with his hard cock up my ass and kisses the back of my head, then he lifts up, a hand on either side of me and it's, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," all over again until I'm wreathing under him moaning and experiencing sexual pleasure that never gets old. Nothing feels better than this. It's a nice long sexual experience this morning, longer than last night because we had no foreplay to get us all worked-up and ready to climax before we even fuck. When I climax this morning it's like worlds colliding again and I need to make my squeal into the pillow because Chubby might be up. Robby pulls his cock out grinning at me as he shimmy's up the mattress saying, "Suck your man's cock." Playful sex is good too. The worse sex I ever had was awesome. I suck his twice-used cock for awhile with Robby running his fingers through my hair massaging my scalp. He finally says, "We need to stop now, but we gotta have a time when we stay in bed all day having sex." I mumble, "Let's cut class today." He goes, "Nope, get up, baby, one of us needs to be responsible." I mutter, "Well that someone ain't gonna be me." We get up to shower and all the other things one does in the bathroom that needs doing. Dressed we kiss and then go out to face the day.
Chubby's on the balcony with a cup of coffee reading the paper and smoking. Robby and I join him, I say, "Hi bro," and kiss him good morning. Chubby smiles, saying, "No kiss good morning from you, Robby?" Robby grins and goes to kiss Chubby who turns his head mumbling, "Jesus, dude, I'm kidding."I say, "Do you realize, Chub, that you could read the paper from your iPhone, iPad, or laptop?" He says, "I like the paper, I'm old fashion." Then he goes, "You just listed all Apple stuff, which is the flavor of the month this year at Merrimack. I heard a girl tell another one, 'So and so only has four gigs of RAM', like she should be embarrassed about it. Computer snobs." Robby goes, "Yeah, and God help the student who shows up with a Dell," I go, "I'll say, then you're really socially fucked." We chuckle at the snobbery, but at the same time we all have Apple everything. Chubby says, "You two look awful pleased with yourselves. What have you been up to?" Robby says, "Oh, we were cramming for today's classes," and Chubby mumbles, "Uh huh, I'll bet." We talk nonsense until we can just barely get to our first class on time. What fun is it if you don't have to hurry? We're dumb like that. We grab our backpacks and run down the steps. Chubby drives the Jeep and we go in Robby's pickup because Chubby's and our classes are on either end of the campus.
Walking up to our first period's lecture hall of the day I see Ryan waiting for us outside. He calls over, "I didn't think you two would make it." He gives us a welcoming smile when we reach him, then I get a one arm hug from Ryan, then Robby gets a better hug and Ryan may have kissed him quickly on the side of his face too, but I'm not sure. Ryan walks close to Robby as we hustle inside. None of the pout from Ryan he showed last Friday night when he refused a ride home and walked instead. We sit in our usual spots: Ryan in the first seat, then Robby, and lastly me. Robby wants Ryan and I separated because we messed around talking the first day of class when we sat next to each other. I forgot until just now that Robby's not only in charge of him and me, but also the threesome. Of course I'm not sure what's left of the threesome, so we'll just have to wait and see about that. During class I daydream about Robby and me last night and how wonderful the night was, and this morning too. All day really, but especially the night. I've still got this squirmy, gooey feeling inside for Robby and I don't dare look at him or I might sit in his lap. I love this feeling although I'm not sure exactly what ignited it. Maybe the way he stood up to the cops. That's the only thing I can think it might be. Not that I care, I'm just glad to be in this frame of mind. Halfway through class Robby lean close to my ear, and says, "Take notes, Dylan!"and he said it sternly. Instead of it pissing me off, I get a stiffy in my pants as I whisper, "I will, sorry, Rob." Then get mad at myself for not calling him, Robby'. It's some sort of mental block I'm having ever since I thought Robby was too cool, too in-charge to be called Robby, and now it's stuck in my head.
I take a lot of notes the second half of class surprised to discover the subject matter is actually interesting. After class, following Robby up the steps of the lecture hall I get almost like a pain of yearning for him. I want him to hug me or give me a kiss or something. I love the way he walks and I love looking at his hot ass. I stare at it as we walk out of the building. He and Ryan are talking about something and then they both laugh and a wave of jealousy comes over me. I take a few fast steps to get next to Robby, asking, "What's so funny." Robby says, "Your twin," but doesn't explain further. Ryan's looking over at me grinning, but I don't grin back. Instead I pretend my nose is itchy and wipe it with the back of my hand and then walk while smelling the back of my wrist. My emotions are messed up a little because I'm feeling all this sexual heat for Robby and he appears oblivious. Now that I think about it I was much more romantically inclined than Robby last night. It's the mood I was in and Robby was into it a little too, but he was more into fun sex with his spanking and chuckling and all that 'get your ass inside' stuff. He doesn't talk that way when he's serious, only when he's joking or mocking the sub/dom stuff.
Finished the first class today, we all sit on a wall near the quad and light cigarettes. I ask Ryan, "How was your weekend?" He shrugs, "Okay, I guess. My roommate, Marty, and I are getting along much better than I expected. We hung out with Rex Louis some too." I go, "Did you guys, um, get to mess around a little?" He says, "Yeah, a little," and Robby says, "No kiss and tell, Ryan." Ryan was going to tell me more, but he says, "Okay, Rob." Huh, I'll ask him later. If Ryan can get something going with Marty and Rex maybe he can have a threesome with them. I don't want to be mean about it, but I'm thinking it'd be better for him, ya know? Robby takes a drag from his cigarette and with smoke coming from his nose and mouth, says, "This afternoon is a weightlifting day," and I say, "Oh yeah, and Chubby's changed his mind. He wants to lift with us." Robby goes, "Sweet," then his arm goes around Ryan's neck as he says, "You'll need to adjust our lifting chart." Ryan pushes his little glasses up his little nose, saying, "Sure, Rob. Am I still in charge of our lifting?" Robby goes, "Yeah, why wouldn't you be?" Now I'm staring at Ryan thinking he looks cuter than he did last week. I ask, "Ryan, how come you walked off last Friday? Were you upset about something?" He shrugs, "No, um, I just felt like walking. I like to walk." Then he's excited, "Hey, my car will be here today or tomorrow. Mom hired someone to drive it all the way from home to here. The train was too slow or something and mom knows how much I love me some Mini Cooper." I mumble, "Oh, sweet," and Robby chuckles, "Spoiled much, Ryan?" He grins, "I'm spoiled rotten, Rob, yeah. Heh heh, and I love it."
So, Ryan says he likes to walk and then gets all excited about his Mini convertible coming. What's he going to do, take it for a walk? He was pouting about something last Friday afternoon and I'm curious why. We get off the wall with Robby saying, "Come on, we still have almost an hour before next class. Let's get a cup of coffee or something." Ryan and I mumble, "Okay," and we head for the quad, but Danny Monday comes jogging up through the milling students who are all going in different directions. Out of breath, he says, "Rob, wait up." We stop and then Robby smiles, asking, "Monday, wassup?" and he walks towards Danny. I look at Danny, who's kinda hot, remembering him propositioning me last week. One of the many times my well-know self-control kicked in and I politely turned him down. He's got a lot of hair on his head though and I'd kinda like to give him a haircut, if nothing else. Ryan and I are waiting for Robby and now I feel awkward not knowing where I stand with Ryan. I glance at him and watch him staring at Robby. Robby and Danny are talking at the same time and laughing about who knows what. For something to say, I go, "You're looking awfully cute this morning, Ryan." He looks at me now, mumbling, "Thanks, you too." Hmmm, I ask, "Are we still friends, or what?" He frowns, "Don't start teasing me again, Dylan." I go, "Teasing you? What the fuck ya talking about?" He goes, "Oh, never mind, forget it. Yeah, we're friends." Well of all the fucking stuck-up nerve! Still, I've always had a thing for his tight little body. He's a strong little
bastard too. I reach over and squeeze the back of his neck trying to lighten the mood, asking, "How much are you going to lift today, mighty mouse?" He shrugs away from my hand, "Stop it, Dylan." I could be childish and take offense, but instead I say, "My hair's growing back." He looks at my hair, nodding his head, saying, "That's bulletin board material right there. Dylan Newman's hair is growing back." I'm pissed, "Why are you being such a bitch, Ryan?" He mutters, "Sorry, my weekend wasn't all that great."
I'd like to know more about Ryan's not so hot weekend, but Danny and Robby join us. Danny bumps fists with Ryan and me, then he runs his hand over my head, mumbling, "Did ya ever consider wearing a hat, Newman?"and he chuckles and gives me a grin so I'll know he's kidding. Ryan gives Danny a dirty look, then Robby and Danny walk in front with Ryan and me behind them. I guess we're still going to the quad. I'm persistent, so I give it another try with Ryan, asking, "You gonna give me a ride in your Mini convertible?" He goes, "Sure. You drove it last summer didn't you, remember?" I go, "Oh yeah, that's a hot set of wheels alright." We walk a few steps and someone walking in the other direction shoulders me on purpose, muttering to me, "Watch where you're going!" I turn around yelling, "You still in high school, asshole?" Then say to Ryan, "Immature shit like that pisses me off." He nods his head, mumbling, "Yeah, he's an asshole alright," then he asks quietly, "What happened to us, Dylan? I, um, you know, I kinda loved you there for awhile. Of course everybody loves you so why not me?" I smile at him, "Thanks, Ryan, but not everybody loves me. Not even close!" He gives me a grin for the first time this morning, and says, "Hey, are you trying to suck back into my good graces?" He's trying to be funny, I think. " Yep, that's exactly what I'm doing, Ryan. You saw right through me." He grins leaning into me, "Well, okay, I give in," and in a whisper, he says, "You wanna fuck me again, don't ya?" Keeping it light, I go, "You've seen through me again. You're amazing!" Then Robby looks back and says, "Would you guys mind if I go with Danny? We want to talk to the coach about something." He's looking at me when he asked. Oh right, I'll just bet he wants to talk with the coach. My ass! I smell the back of my wrist for a few seconds feeling sexual heat for Robby, and jealousy that he's gonna do something with Danny, but admitting to myself at the same time that I'm still sharing him with side-sex, that he claims is very rare. I go, "Sure, um, no problem. We'll hook up with you in our advertising class, right, Ryan?" He goes, "Yeah, sure," and Robby goes, "See you guy there. Wait for me outside, okay," and off they go.
Ryan and I watch them walking away for a few seconds, then Ryan says, "Let's go, Dylan," and he starts off in the opposite direction of the quad. I look at him quizzically and he says, "Come on!" I catch up with him, asking, "Where you going?" He says, "Back to my dorm room, I'm gonna fuck you the way you like it to get you and me back together." I stop, "Oh no, Ryan. Sorry, but Robby and me, um, we're cutting back on this sort of thing. You know we're engaged and..." He gets an arm around my waist pulling me, "Bullshit to that. You guys still have an open relationship. What do you think Robby and Danny are going to be doing for the next forty-five minutes?" I walk a few steps with Ryan, kind of liking his approach, and his tight little body. Reaching over I push his glasses up his nose. I couldn't help myself. He
grins at me, saying, "Yeah, I know, I'm cute. Let's go, and no more of that crazy nonsense of you topping. You're a bottom, Dylan, and the best one ever too." I say, "No way, squirt, I'm fucking you if any fucking is going to happen." At the same time my mind visualizes Ryan's long cock. Sure, it looks ludicrous hanging between his skinny legs, but still that's an awesome organ on this kid. Even so my head is still filled with Robby and memories of last night and this morning, and he's who I have on my mind mostly. I stop again, "I can't do it, Ryan. Not this morning anyway. I want to because I'd really like us to be like we were, but I can't right now." He says, "Okay, but lets at least talk in my dorm room about it so if you change your mind we'll be in the right place, ya know?" He's grinning, "Come on, please. I'll let you rim my ass and suck my cock before I fuck you." I sarcastically go, "Oh, how thrilling, and I'm doing the fucking," and I hear someone calling my name.
"Dylan, wait up!" We both turn around and here comes Tom, the preppy stoner from the welcome home party Saturday night. He pushes a couple of guys out of his way giving them a smile and a muttered, "Sorry," getting dirty looks in return. He comes right up to me with a big smile and gives me a hug which I didn't expect so it's a little awkward. "What are you doing here, Tom? Oh, this is my friend, Ryan Wilcocks. Ryan, meet, Tom. What's your last name, Tom?" He and Ryan bump fists as Tom says, "Love," and I'm like, "Really? Love is your last name?" He grins giving me that look he has where he wrinkles his forehead and opens his eyes wide like he's surprised, or shocked, or he just said something unexpected. He says, "Yep, I'm afraid it is. Embarrassing, but true." Ryan ask, "You any relation to Davis Love the third?" Tom ask, "Who's that?" and Ryan says, "An old professional golfer." Tom gives Ryan the unusual facial expression, saying, "We're not related as far as I know. I don't follow golf." Ryan tells him something about professional golf as I look at Tom Love. Huh, he looks the same as I remember from Saturday night. It's a bit surprising I remember the details because I had so much to drink and I smoked those crack laced joints on top of the booze. Tom is good looking without being cute. At least to me he's not. He's sexy though, and I say that even with his square frame as opposed to my preferred slim guys' bodies. Glancing at Ryan's body thinking, 'Now that's more to my taste'. Tom's chunky but not fat at all, about a inch or so shorter than me with light-brown hair cut neatly and spiked on top. It's a cool hair style on him. He's dressed preppy like he was Saturday night, but then there's the four studs in each ear, which isn't preppy. I don't see or remember tattoos, but I could be forgetting considering what I drank and smoked that night. I'm trying to sense if I have any sexual heat for him and as far as I can tell I don't. The sex we had I remember as being very hot, but there's the boilermakers and pot to consider. That had a effect on me for sure, so in reality I just don't know exactly how hot the sex between us was.
When Ryan's done with whatever he was saying, I ask again, "What brings you to our little campus, Tom?" He says, "I told you Saturday night I'd meet you here today. Guess I was suppose to call first but I need to hit two colleges in Boston so I stopped here first." Oh yeah, he did say he was coming, but he did say he'd call first and I planned on discouraging him from coming. Maybe he anticipated that. I'm nodding my head that I remember he was coming, as he looks around saying, "Cute campus. I like suburban campuses better than intercity ones." I mumble, "Yeah, well..." and it's awkward again. Ryan feels the awkwardness too, I can tell, but Tom's as relaxed as can be. Someone pats me on the back and I turn around. It's Judy Rinker and her best friend Mary Butler. I go, "Hi girls," and Judy says, "Hi yourself, cutie. What class is your brother in?" I go, "I think it's the entrepreneurship one. It's a three hour thing once a week." She say, "Shit! I gotta talk to him. Tell him to call me when you see him. I texted him like ten fucking times already." I shrug, mumbling, "Sure, Judy," and they hurry off. Tom asks, "Jeff's girlfriend?" I'm like, "Yeah, one of 'em." The three of us are walking sort of aimlessly as Ryan asks, "Do you go to school, Tom?" Tom's like, "No, not presently. I traveled in Europe last year after graduating high school and I'm applying to a few universities for next fall. Right now I'm mostly just dealing drugs." Jesus Christ! I say, "Don't be shy, Tom, say whatever's on your mind." Ryan pushes his little glasses up his little cute nose, asking, "Whaddaya holding?" Tom says, "You name it and I can get it, dude." I go, "Ryan! Whaddaya doing?" He goes, "I smoked pot all summer and did a little coke with Mack, not that I had a choice. Nothing wrong with a
joint every now and then." He asks Tom, "What's an eighth-pound cost?" Tom goes, "Fifty-seven grams? I'll let you have it for sixty bucks. If you want hashish it's eighty bucks, but that shit packs a bigger bang for your buck." Ryan asks, "Ya got any dusted cannabis?" Tom says, "Yeah, I got some 'dirties'. Dylan and me were smoking those Saturday night." Ryan goes, "Crack laced pot?" Tom's like, "Yeah, little dude, I got some that I did up like Marlboros. A guy from the plant sends me the empty cigarettes and I pack some crack laced primo weed in those babies. Nice smoke! Sweet!" Ryan looks at me, "You were smoking crack laced pot?" I shrug, "I took a couple drags from Tom's, whaddaya talking about?"
Tom and Ryan share some pot experiences they've had and I notice we're apparently headed over to Tom's black Toyota pickup. It's as good as any other place to kill some time. We all lean against the pickup as they talk. All Ryan's experience with pot and cocaine took place last summer with that pervert Mack and maybe that accounts for his changed personality this semester. Sometimes he's like his old self and other times he seems moody and defensive. A car pulls into the parking lot not far from where we're standing and Harry Black gets out with his roommate Travis Hunter. I walk over and we slap hands and bullshit for a little bit. They want to get a soda before class so they walk off and I go back to Tom and Ryan who are in agreement about something. Tom says, "Ryan wants a taste of a 'dirty' so I'm gonna light one up and we'll share it. It's on me, no cost." I go, "Not here," and Ryan says, "Don't be a pussy, Dylan. Guys smoke grass on campus all the time." I frown at him, "Don't call me a pussy." Tom's lighting up what looks like a Marlboro cigarette that he took from a Marlboro box of twenty. He drags on it and holds the smoke in his lungs a bit, then exhales passing the joint to Ryan, "Take a toak, Ryan, see what you think." Ryan does it like Tom and passes the joint to me. Fucking peer pressure gets you every time. Ryan let out the smoke mumbling, "Good shit, Tom," as I take a little inhale and it hits me immediately. It's a really good feeling. That's why they called it getting high I guess. We pass it around and smoke it down to the filter. Tom says, "A dead roach," as he steps on it. Ryan, in a much brighter mood, ruffles through my hair, asking, "How ya feeling, Dylan?" and I go, "Pretty fucking good, but why are you fucking with my awesome hair?" Both of us get the giggles as Tom says, "I told you to wear a hat," and in between giggling I point at Ryan, saying, "That the muppet who gave have me this fuckin' haircut." Now Tom runs his fingers through my hair as we all laugh. "Don't come near me with scissors, dude," Tom says to Ryan. Ryan asks, "Ya got another one of those Marlboros, Tom?" Tom says, "Yeah, of course I do," and we share another one.
Done that one, Tom asks, "Don't you guys have class?" I go, "Shit yeah, in twenty minutes or so," and he says, "How about if I do some things in Boston I need to do, and then meet you guys this afternoon?" I go, "Oh, I don't know, Tom, we got stuff planned after classes." Ryan says, "We can hook up with you about four o'clock, Tom. I'll get some cash and grab a sixty dollar load from you. You got papers?" I go, "Ryan! We're lifting after class." He says, "Yeah, I know, but we'll be done that around three o'clock or so. Hey, my dorm room's empty all day. Marty and Rex are in Boston and they'll be there till late tonight. They don't have Monday classes. We can use my dorm room to smoke some of these awesome Marlboros." Tom says, "I gotta charge you guys for the next ones. Okay, it's settled, I'll meet you right here at four and we'll adjourn to your dorm room. I got a proposal for you two as well. See you then, Dylan... Ryan." I mutter, "We're lifting and Robby, I don't know..." Ryan says, "See you at four, Tom. I'll bring my pussy friend here with me." Tom's already in his pickup. He backs out of his parking
space, waves, and heads for route 114. "What'd ya do that for, Ryan? And stop calling me a pussy!!" "Do what? I want to buy some grass. Fuck, you think I'm the only student at Merrimack with grass? I'm probably one of the few who don't have any. Come on, lets get to class." Actually I do feel pretty fucking good after smoking those joints and I kinda like the way Ryan's making the decisions here. I glance at him and he grins running his fingers through my hair again, "Nice haircut, man," he says, rubbing it in. Making a face at him, I go, "You suck as a barber, you bastard barber you," and that gets us both laughing our nuts off again. Without planning on doing it, I get my arm around the back of Ryan's neck and pull him into my body. His arm goes around my waist as he looks up at me. He's so damn cute I kiss his lips. He kisses back, mumbling, "That's more like it mister stuck up." I say, "I'm not stuck up. You accused me of that when we first met and you were wrong then too."
He's looking me in the eyes, "We can't make out in the middle of the goddamn campus, ya pussy. Come over here for a minute," and I walk with him, my arm still around his neck and his arm around my waist, the side of our backpacks bumping together as we walk. It seems we're hugging as we walk very close to one another. In an alcove between two building Ryan gets his hand behind my head to pull it down to his level and we kiss with Ryan's tongue going in my mouth. He taste good and his scent and the feel of his tight little body brings sexy memories swarming back into my brain. We go at it hot and heavy for a couple of minutes with Ryan massaging my cock until I'm gasping for air, feeling very aroused. I'm clinging his body against mine, the sides of our faces together as we both gasp for air. Ryan rubs my head roughly, saying into my ear, "I could make you cum in your pants if I wanted to," and I mumble, "Don't do that, okay?" He says, "I could if I wanted to and you couldn't do anything about it. Then you'd be in class with a big cum stain on the lap of your tan khakis." My hands rub all over his back and up the back of his head feeling his soft hair. With my short hair in his fist Ryan roughly pulls my head forward and we do another long wet sloppy kiss. Ryan's tongue does magical things in my mouth. He's always been the best pure make-out I've ever encountered. My cock has become a tent pole in my pants and I feel the precum wetting the head. "Don't, Ryan, please." He pulls my hair again moving my face away from his, saying, "I won't because you asked me nicely not to, but I could have made you cum in your pants in another minute."
We break apart breathing deeply, as I mutter, "I know you could have. Thanks for stopping." Pushing his fogged-up eyeglasses up his little nose, he says, "We're going to have sex again, so get used to the idea" I nod my head, "Sure, why not? Like you said, Rob and I have a partially open relationship especially in our threesome." He goes, "We're twins again too, right?" I go, "Sure," and he grabs some short hair on the back of my head again and pulls it hard, "Say it, Dylan!" I go, "OW! Yes, we're twin boyfriends again. We always were. Whaddaya talking about? And stop pulling my fucking hair." He goes, "Nice haircut," and that damn pot gets both of us laughing some more. Pot can make most people see humor in anything. Ryan pulls my hair again and we chuckle, as he calls me, "Pussy," and that sounds funny too. He says, "Come on or we'll be late for class." I've still got a boner as I'm staring at Ryan. I say, "Don't be so bossy," and he leans against me, chest to chest, the top of his head level with my nose, he says in that whispery voice he uses sometimes, "You love it when I get bossy with you, you pussy," and he's kinda right, plus he smells good too, good and sexy. I give him a hug, muttering, "You're the pussy." We chuckle, then walk out of the alcove and head for our next class. I feel good and I guess I'll do a little more pot with Tom and Ryan this afternoon unless Robby wants to do something else. He'll probably drift over to see what his baseball teammates are up to before dinner.
As we walk, I ask, "What was sucky about your weekend, Ryan?" He goes, "Oh, I don't know. It's like when Marty and Rex are together they make me feel like a third wheel. When it's just Marty and me in the dorm he's cool, he's nice." "You two getting any?" He says, "He fucked me a new asshole on Sunday, but afterwards he was kind of a prick towards me. So, ya know, over all it wasn't too great the last two days. I don't feel like they really like me." I say, "You're too sensitive," and he laughs, "You're the one who's too sensitive, Dylan, ya pussy," and he gooses my ass. He's a hottie alright and really cute, but it's his body that excites me somehow, and the way he smells and especially the way he makes-out. Yeah, and he's being sexily bossy and a little dominant this morning and that always gets to me. Especially being dominated somewhat by someone smaller than me, like Ryan. It's so fucking cool and he's really done that dominant shit awesomely in the past too. Hell, he regressed me back in age to a nine year old once. That was hot! And then there's that big cock of his and he fuck's hard and hot too. Well, Robby said it's okay to have side-sex with Ryan as long as it's Ryan who
proposes it, and I don't talk about it, so ya know. As we walk side by side to class, I say, "Don't say anything to Rob about us fucking, okay Ryan." He goes, "I haven't fucked you yet, and why can't I say anything to him about it. When I do fuck you, I mean." I say, "Or I fuck you, ya pussy." We chuckle, still under the influence of the weed. Then Ryan says, "Christ, Rob used to have me tell all about how I dominantly fucked you. He insisted on a minute by minute description and you'd get all red in the face and embarrassed. Hell, I used to feel really bad about it, but Rob's the boss." I'm like, "You reveled in it, Ryan, always sucking up to Rob. Anyway Rob's and my agreement is we don't kiss and tell. It's personal and we don't discuss side sex even when it's with you." He asks, "Does that mean Rob is going to be doing it with me?" I say, "I don't fucking know, Ryan. That's between you two, and if you do it I don't want to know about it."
Lot of kids are sitting outside the lecture hall, on the steps of the building or the benches along the outside of the windows. There are ten different classrooms or lecture halls in this one building and these guys must be waiting for one of the same late morning classes like we are. It's funny how almost every kid is on his cell phone talking on it or reading it, maybe playing a game on it. There are some guys and girls talking to each other, but most of them are concentrating on their cellphone in some way or another. Wonder what people did before cellphone's? Ryan and I stand, leaning against our backpacks that are up against a huge directional sign that has a red dot indicating, 'You are here' and then identifying every building on campus so the freshman can find their way around. Ryan says, "Light a cigarette for me, Dylan," and I go, "Hey, I'm not your slave, ya know," as I take my cigarettes out and light two, passing one to him. He says, "I'll be giving you your next haircut, you know." I go, "Right after hell freezes over, you butcher." He laughs, "You're cutting mine though, right?" I say, "I don't know, Ryan, what if Rob wants to do it?" Then I see Robby walking up the path alone. Huh, he looks mighty happy too. I exhale some smoke feeling a little dizzy after the cannabis and crack and now a real Marlboro. I mumble, "Here comes, Rob. Don't say anything about Tom and the pot." Ryan looks where I'm looking and then jogs down to meet Robby. He sort of jumps when he's next to Robby with a big smile on his face and pointing to me standing here. Maybe I should have run down too. Ryan passes the cigarette I gave him to Robby and takes Robby's backpack to carry over his shoulder with Robby laughing and rubbing Ryan head. That fucking Ryan is a world class brown-noser. He better not have said anything about the grass.
I walk towards them with a big smile and Robby smiles back, saying, "Your twin's at it again. Brown-nosing like only he can." I smell the back of my wrist, shrugging. I'm not real good at brown nosing. We go up the steps with Robby chattering on about some bullshit story he and Danny supposedly proposed to their coach. Something about scheduling unofficial pickup games before the weather turns too cold. The thing is he's providing too much information and detail, the way you tend to do when your lying. Also his shirt isn't tucked in like it was earlier. Inside we sit in our appointed spots, but before class starts Robby turns around to talk with another of his teammates. Ryan slides by Robby and sits on the other side of me. I say, "You're such a brown-noser, Ryan, as well as a pussy." We both snicker like little kids, then he grins, "Yeah, I know, I'm a pussy brow-noser." More giggling, then he says, "I wonder if Tom has any hashish?" I go, "What's that?" He says, "Marty had it a couple of times. It's much stronger than marijuana. They make it by eliminating plant material somehow and collecting something called trichomes from the flower tops of female cannabis plants." I ask, "How do you know all this shit?" Before he can answer Robby leans over and says, "Get back in your seat, twin." Ryan grins and does what he's told. Robby gives me a sweet smile patting my thigh as the professor calls roll. He said last week he's only calling role the first month to get to know who's who. When he stops calling roll he's gonna be surprised how small his class gets.
After five minutes Robby taps my notebook which breaks into my daydreaming about him and me last night. I start taking notes, but this professor has a sing-song voice and it's boring as hell so there's more doodling than notes in my notebook by the end of class. And the pot high completely wore off the first half of the class leaving me feeling gloomy. After surviving the class we eat lunch in the cafe that's off the quad. Most student who live on campus eat lunch in the dining hall. All three of us chose what's available, meaning prepackaged sandwiches, potato chips, and sodas. When we sit down at a table for four to eat we're joined by Chad Bundy, one of Robby's side-sex partners last year, I think. Robby stands and they do they one arm hug with hard pats on the back, real friendly like. Chad's with his new roommate for this year, a cute freckled faced kid with red hair, named Pat O'Brien. Everyone gets introduced and then Chad and Robby talk about things from last year. I'm feeling better after drinking some soda so Ryan and I try making conversation with Pat, but to everything we say, Pat goes, "Okay, so you're gay." It gets annoying and even though we are gay he doesn't know that, and what we said wouldn't indicate a person's gay anyway. It's just Pat's joke I guess. After awhile I go, "That's annoying, Pat," and he goes, "Okay, Dylan, I'll stop doing it. I'm just kidding you guys, you know?" I say, "Yeah, I know." Then Pat has a new routine. Everything Ryan or I says, Pat, with the grin says, "That's what you think, huh," as if we're wrong about whatever we say. After awhile we all start laughing and say either, "Okay, so your gay," or "That's what you think, huh," anytime anyone says anything including Robby and Chad. After a while Chad asks, "How the fuck old are you guys anyway?" As we're throwing away our trash, Pat says to me, "Another thing I like to do is follow someone around a few steps behind them spraying everything they touch with Lysol." I say, "Dude, I do that all the fucking time." He says, "I wish I had a glass eye so when talking with someone who doesn't know about the glass eye I could tap it with the point of my pencil like I'm thinking." I go, "My uncle does the same thing." He laughs, "We gotta get together for some fun, Dylan." I grin at him wondering what exactly it is he means by 'some fun'.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo. com
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