Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 23

by Donny Mumford

The problem with me smoking so-called 'dirties', which are crack-laced marijuana joints, is that after the high wears off it leaves me a little down and almost depressed. It helped some eating lunch, but then the last class of the day is a real struggle. Finally done classes for the day we're now strolling across campus to the parking lot. Robby says to Ryan, "Are you planning on walking home again after we do our weight lifting?" He's just joking with Ryan, I think. Ryan says, "Not if Dylan doesn't tease me and hurt my feelings again." I go, "What the fuck you talking about? You were mocking me that I was lifting puny weights." Ryan laughs, "You pussy, I'm teasing you about teasing me." Robby chuckles, saying, "No fighting between twins." Ryan calling me 'pussy' doesn't seem as funny as it did when we were under the influence of that banned substance this morning. When we're almost to the pickup Ryan all of a sudden darts ahead, shouting, "I got the middle!" I mutter, "Oh, goodie for you." I wanted the shotgun seat anyway, and what numbnut yells out 'I got the middle'?" Okay, I know it's because he wants to sit next to Robby, but I sleep with Rob every night and that's slightly better than sitting next to him for a three minute ride back to our apartment. Duh! During the short ride to the apartment Ryan gives Robby some brown-nosing compliments, but that only makes Robby chuckle because Ryan's brown-nosing has become a parody of itself by now.

Then Chubby texts my cellphone saying he's waiting for us at the apartment. Well okay! It's awesome he's actually going to lift with us. Yeah, but damn, I'm gonna be embarrassed when he sees the weight I'm working out with. No worries, my brother would never make fun of me. Robby gets a choice parking spot of course and while we're walking to the apartment he tells us, "After lifting I'll need to go right over to the baseball complex. Me and the other starters on the team are working out a schedule for pick-up games. It's forbidden by NCAA rules for these games to be coached practices, so it'll be just us teammates with no coaches, although they might happen to be in the stands watching, heh heh. There are ways around the rules." I go, "Boooo," because I want Robby to hang out with me after lifting. He shrugs, muttering, "Sorry" as Ryan gooses me and when I look at him frowning, he mimes smoking and mouths the word, 'Pot'. I make a face, not sure I should go with him after we're done the weight lifting, while at the same time I guess I don't have much choice now that I know Robby won't be around. Still, that pot smoking isn't something I want to get involved in on a regular basis. I shrug at Ryan and he gives me a funny look while poking his finger through a circle made with his thumb and forefinger of his other hand. Miming fucking, in other words. I can't help but grin at that as I reach over and push his little glasses up his cute little nose. He nods his head whispering, "I know, you think I'm cute, don't ya?" He is cute, but mostly I'm thinking about Robby and his damn baseball team! If he was gonna be around after lifting I wouldn't be tempted by Ryan like I am. Still, I can't help but put my arm around the back of Ryan's neck and hug his tight little body against mine. He reaches between my legs and squeezes my nuts hard. A loud "OW!" from me makes Robby look back at us. He goes, "You twins are at it again I see. Actually I'm happy you're getting along. Be friends!" I think to myself, 'Okay Robby, if you say so'. Then I get that squirmy feeling for Robby again so I let go of Ryan and skip up next to Robby. At the door I say, "Give me a kiss, Rob," and he grins, then gives me a lip smacking kiss. Jeez, he's hot! I rub my nose and grope myself, "Come on, guys, we've got weights to

lift," Robby says, and we go upstairs and into our apartment, following our leader.

Chubby's already got the weights out. Ryan says, "Whoa, Jeff, I'm in charge of our weight lifting program. You're getting ahead of yourself." Huh, that's ballsy of Ryan! I look at him feeling my dick tighten up. Ryan smirks at me while Chubby's looking a bit startled, then he grins, asking, "What's up, boss? What should I be doing?" Ryan picks up the clipboard with the schedule, saying, "Sit down over here with me and we'll start a log for you." Now it's Chubby who smirks at me, giving me a look, like 'Is Ryan's for real?'. I shrug, grinning at him, and Chubby, always a team player, sits next to Ryan mugging at me by pretending to be super interested in Ryan's clipboard. It's kinda funny. Robby asks, "Who wants a Coke or a bottle of water?" We all choose the water and I go with Robby into the kitchen to get them. He quietly says, "Thanks for giving Ryan another chance, Dylan. We gotta make our threesome work because it has more positive benefits than negative ones. Oh, and please don't be upset about me playing baseball after we lift. I'm gonna be spending time over there for the next four to six weeks, or until the weather get too cold for baseball." I'm thinking, 'I hope we get an early snow storm'. Robby goes on, "After that there won't be a lot of baseball activity. Well, not until February sometime." I'm not sure what he meant about me giving Ryan another chance, but I know how much he loves his baseball, so I'm supportive, "No problem, Rob. Um, I'm looking forward to getting in bed with you tonight." He grins and squeezes my shoulder, "Me too, baby," and we kiss on the lips. I feel good. As a matter of fact I wish my hot boyfriend would go to bed with me right now. Then a thought passes through my head that my boyfriend and Danny Monday will probably screwed this morning. That puts a little damper on my mood, but I'll shake it off.

We pass the bottles of water around and start our lifting session by doing exercises led by Ryan. It's just some stretching and stuff like that. Then Ryan tries different weights to determine the weight Chubby should begin with. I half expect some wisecracks from Chub about Ryan's bossiness, but nothing materializes. My little brother winds-up with the same weight Robby and Ryan are using. I'm the weakling here, but determined to get better. We take turns doing repetitions with the same weights we used last time. No teasing from Chubby about my puny weight lifting as we all take the lifting seriously. That is except for routine ball-busting, which makes it more fun. All in all it is fun and I feel invigorated afterwards. I already feel stronger too, but Ryan won't let me increase the weights yet. Instead he marks me down for three additional repetitions for each series of lifting exercises when we do it again on Wednesday. Initially it was going to be lifting every third day, but Ryan's changed it to every other day. That's cool with everyone. We pat each other on the back congratulating ourselves, then Ryan tells Chubby he needs to put the weights away. Again I'm impressed with his ballsiness. Chubby does most of the work putting the weights under Robby's and my bed, but I help him and get a disapproving stare from Ryan. I ask him, "What?" but he just waves his hand at me, and mutters, "Nothing."

We all exchange insults about our lifting technique as we wash up in the bathroom and then Robby asks if I want a ride to the campus, Ryan too of course. Since we've got over an hour before we're suppose to hook-up with Tom we tell Robby we're hanging around here for awhile because Ryan's car might come today. Robby takes off and Chubby joins Ryan and me for a Coke and cigarette on the balcony. Neither Ryan nor I mention anything about Tom or the

grass we smoked earlier. Chubby says, "I ran into Josh McDonalds this morning. You know, Connor's roommate last year. He's still an asshole by the way. He asked how Connor was doing and I go to tell him that I saw Connor Saturday, but someone Josh knows calls him and he says to me, "Later, dude," and he walks away. I was in the middle of a fucking sentence. Asshole!" We talk about a few fucked-up things Josh did last year and then Chubby get's a call from his buddy, John Beverly. "Hey, Bev, how they hanging'?" He walks inside to talk to John. Chubby's considerate like that. We both hate when someone talks on their cell phone in the middle of a group. Walk a few steps away... it's not rocket science. Jeez!

I ask Ryan, "How will you know if your Mini arrives?" He goes, "The guy driving it up from Georgia has my number, he'll text and ask directions to wherever I am." I go, "Huh. That's cool," and Ryan gives me a 'look', then says, "You're dying for me to fuck you all over my dorm room, aren't you?" I go, "Ha! That's a good one, pussy. Me and Robby are in love, dude. He fuck's me all over our bedroom. I don't know nothing about your dorm room." He says, "I fucked you there last year." I say, "Your dorm room this year I mean," and he mumbles, "We already fucked in there if you remember. I'm referring to me fucking you regularly in my dorm all during our entire sophomore year." I mutter, "Get serious," and then say, "Tell me the truth, Ryan, what happened last Friday afternoon that caused you to walk home?" He shrugs, "I don't know, I'm getting paranoid I guess. I told you about how I think my roommate, Marty, and his friend Rex Louis don't like me, right?" I go, "Un huh," and he says, "Last Friday I was getting the same feeling from you and Rob. I didn't think you guys liked me and my feelings were hurt." I ask, "Is that why you were crying?" He snaps, "I wasn't crying! And anyway Rob yelled at me." Yeah, he was crying, but why embarrass him about it by rubbing it in. I go over and rub his back instead, "We like you, Ryan," and he says, "I can tell Rob was happy to see me this morning, but I didn't know if you were." I say, "Didn't you see my smile?" He nods, pushing his glasses up, "Yeah, but I guess I was afraid that, I don't know, it's just that you and Rob were like the first guys I was ever in a clique with. I've been mostly a loner growing up, and then all that degradation I put myself through with those dominant sadistic sex partners before coming to Merrimack. I had low self esteem, I guess. Then you and Rob treated me like a friend, especially Rob at first, but then you were awesome after we got to know each other. I was hoping for that again and then I sorta fucked it up a little by being defensive last week. You know about me backsliding with Mack last summer too." I go, "Yeah, that wasn't good, Ryan." He shrugs, "I also have low self worth I guess because sometimes I feel I deserve to be treated like shit." Hmmm, this sucks. I go, "It sounds like you're dangerously close to feeling sorry for yourself. There's no need for that because you have so much going for you." He looks surprised, asking, "What do I have going for me?" I go, "Lets start with you being spoiled rotten at home and your parents buying you a new Mini Cooper convertible." He grins, "Yeah, that's great, but I was talking about friends I don't have, and I was hoping you'd join in and have a pity party for me." I mumble, "Nope, you're not only spoiled but you're cute too, and you have a great little tight body, a good personality, and you're usually very likable, plus... have I mentioned your folks are rich. I can't feel sorry for you, dude." He says, "Thanks, but you're the only person who ever called me cute." I grin at him, again pushing his glasses up his nose with my forefinger, saying, "Well you are cute even if others are too blind to see it," and I kiss his lips with a fast one.

Ryan eyes are big behind his little glasses as he says, "Okay, you can fuck me. I'll be your bottom boy if you want." We laugh as he grins at me. Damn, I have the strongest urge to hug and kiss him, but Chubby's just inside the sliding glass door so I just smile at Ryan, then say, "When Chubby's ready to leave lets ask him to give us a ride to Merrimack so we can meet Tom." Fuck! I'm shocked I said that because I was sort of hoping Ryan and I could hang out here and do a little messing' around. You know, even things up with what Robby and Danny probably are doing together this morning. Plus Ryan needs a pick me up, so ya know. Also I was hoping to avoid smoking pot again this afternoon, but then I go and say I'm going with him. He's excited about the pot though, he goes, "Oh, my pussy friend is going to come with me to get high. I thought you'd chicken out." I go, "Stop calling me pussy, you pussy," and Chubby comes out, asking, "You guys need a ride somewhere?" I go, "No thanks, Chub, I have a Jeep to get around in." Chubby laughs, "Um, yes you do, but can I borrow it this afternoon?" I'm like, "Sure," and we all go downstairs and get in the Jeep. Chubby ask, "You guys going to the campus?" I mumble, "Yep," but I'm not feeling especially good about it. I'm getting a bit of a guilty conscience I guess because of the pot. Then I ask, "What are we doing for dinner tonight?" Chubby goes, "I don't think I'll be back in time for dinner. For a change I'm gonna get hammered with my old bud, John Beverly." As Chubby drives I text Robby about dinner and he text back that he'll probably skip dinner tonight too. His teammates are talking about ordering pizzas. I say to Ryan, "It's just you and me for dinner tonight, pussy." He smirks at me, "Hey, that's my nickname for you," and I go, "Oh, I didn't know that, pussy." Chubby chuckles, then says, "There's a character on the Sopranos called pussy." I knew that, but we mean pussy like a girl's pussy. Chubby drops us off near Ryan's dormitory and we wave goodbye, then go up to check out his room. On the way up the steps, Ryan says, "We fucked in my dorm room last week, like I said." I go, "So?" He goes, "So, I relieved your sexual tension in my other dorm room last year and, like I said a little while ago, I'm going to do the same in this dorm room... about a million times." "Yeah, well this is a new year though and situations change." He mutters, "I'm unchanging them, pussy." To get off that topic, I ask, "Do we really want to do more pot this afternoon?" He says, emphatically, "Yes, we do." I guess Ryan's got his confidence back and that ain't necessarily a bad thing considering Robby's gonna be unavailable most afternoons the next month or so.

Inside his dorm room Ryan giggles, then jumps against me playfully and I fall backward onto his bed, one leg on the bed and one leg off. He's on top of me, a knee on either side of my chest holding my wrists against the mattress with a hand on each one. He leans down and gives me one of his incredible kisses with lots of tongue and saliva. My cock gets so hard I moan, "Mmmm, fuck, you're a hottie, Ryan." He looks down at me smirking, and I try surprising him by flipping him off me but he struggles to stay on top and wins. Now I'm laying on his bed full length with both feet on the bed. Ryan's still sitting on me and holding my arms out with a hand on both my wrists. He grins mischievously as he's shimmies up my chest until his crotch is touching my chin. Then, leaning up on his knees a little, his crotch is now on my lips. He's still grinning as he asks, "You like when I dominate your ass, don'cha?" I mutter, "Sometimes," and he goes, "Remember when I was dominating you so badly at the beginning of the last summer you were wearing my dog collar to work?" I say, "Of course I remember. It was very sexy and hot, but I'm over that childish shit now that I'm engaged to Rob." He lets go of my wrists and sits back on my chest, "Why do you keep throwing that in my face, Dylan? Do you have any idea how jealous that makes me?" Huh, as a matter of fact I didn't have any idea. I mumble, "I didn't think you still had a crush on me." He says, "Well I do. My heart was broken when you stopped texting and emailing me." I say, "You stopped texting me first," and he says, "I stopped because you stopped. That's when I started sucking up to Mack, which got me all fucked-up." I go, "Oh, so now that's my fault? And anyway you told me you'd met him before you stopped texting." He goes, "Oh balls, what came first the chicken or the egg?" I say, "I don't know," and he laughs and leans down to give me another of his famous kisses as he wiggles around until he's laying on top of me. I can't help but hug and kiss him back until I feel an orgasm building in my nuts so I move my face to the side, gasping, "You'll make me cum. Stop, Ryan." He sits up grinning, "I love that I can make you cum from just kissing you," and I go, "You were wiggling your cute ass on my pecker too."

Ryan grabs my wrists again and pushes my arms back over my head, flat on the mattress. He says, "It's so cool being stronger than you. It's all the weight lifting I did last summer. We did lifting every day and when I couldn't do the weights and repetitions Mack wanted me to do he'd smack my face a couple of times really hard. Maybe I should use that training technique with you." I go, "Good luck with that. I'd hit you over the head with the weights." He says, "Let me tie you up, okay?" I say, "No! No tying me up, you pussy." Ryan gets off me, "Okay, but I want to fuck you like I used to." Sitting up on his bed I swing my legs over the side, saying, "Yeah, they were some hot times alright, and I sorta want you to do that again too, except I'm cutting back on side sex." He goes, "Dylan, we're in a threesome so you can have sex with me." Damn, it's tempting, but Robby's in my head and I want another night with him like last night so I'm saving myself for that. Last night was awesome! To change the subject again, I go, "We better meet Tom or you'll miss the chance to buy marijuana." Ryan brightens, "Yeah, I didn't realize it was getting late." As he gets off me, he's like, "Lets go, I've had a yearning for some grass all last week so this morning was awesome. Ya know, that fucking Mack was good for one thing anyway. He always had dope on him." Jesus, I don't want to get involved in that kind of regular pot smoking, but that's Ryan's agenda, not mine."

We straighten our clothes that got disheveled from wrestling on the bed, then down we go to hook up with Tom. I'd like to smoke another joint I guess,

but I'd never do it regularly. Now it's a novelty, but daily use means you're addicted. No danger of that for me because how often will I see Tom? Rarely at most. Yeah, but Ryan will now have a pot supply. Well, he'll have to smoke it with Marty, because I won't smoke it with him. Tom's not here yet so we light cigarettes. Ryan exhales smoke forming smoke rings, three of them, then he says, "Isn't it nice being friends again, you and me?" I say, "Well yeah, but it's not like we were ever enemies. You just lost interest in me sexually." He says, "I did not! You stopped texting so I pretended I didn't care." I'm not going through that nonsense again, so I ask, "Do you miss your ponytail?" He goes, "Oh, I didn't tell you. Mack called me Sunday and ordered me home next weekend. He said he missed my pussy, which is what he calls my ass." I'm like, "Willie used to call my ass that too," and Ryan says, "On you, your ass is a pussy." I look at him frowning and he laughs, claiming, "I'm fucking kidding, Dylan." We smoke our Marlboros blowing our exhales in each other's face like dummies, then I ask, "Well, are you going home next weekend like Mack told you to?" He runs his hand up the short hair at the back of his head, mumbling, "Not unless I can grow a ponytail in five days."

I have the strongest urge to hug and kiss him, but instead I squeeze behind his neck real hard making him hunch his shoulders and squirm away from my hand ending up chest to chest with me. His free hand goes behind my head to pull my face down to his and we do a long wet kiss with lots of tongue. I'm holding my cigarette away from us and hugging him with my other arm. His body is so cool being small like it is, but really tight like a stiff wire. And his way of kissing is amazing, plus his scent is special too. He's almost climbing on me as I'm leaning up against a lamp post sucking on his hot mouth. My cock becomes a steel spike and his is pressed against my thigh. It's so hot I know I'm going to cum in my pants. But no because we hear from the other side of the parking lot, "Fucking fags!" we break apart, both red in the face. We're looking around as we grope our boners through our pants. I feel precum all around my groin. Two guys are walking off the parking lot away from us. We look at each other and Ryan says, "Fuck them! Hey, remember how hot we were last year when I first started fucking you? You were insanely hot for me like nobody else ever was, it was like crazy, dude. Oh my God, that time when Robby was waiting in the pickup outside my parent's place and you barely got inside the front door before you were falling all over me groping my body and kissing me and wanting me to fuck you so badly, and fuck you hard too. You couldn't get enough of me. Oh God, that foyer fuck was the hottest ever. I was fucking you like a wild animal with you whining and begging for more." I go, "I was not whining and begging for more! Your memory has slightly altered the facts of the matter." He mumbles, "That's how I remember it," and I go, "I was faking the sexual heat for your benefit to improve your self confidence." He grins, "Bull shit, but weren't those the best times, Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, they were pretty hot alright... heh heh, you wild animal you."

Ryan says, "Lets make-out some more so I can make you cum in your pants. I can tell you're still super hot for my body." I start to say something when we hear a car horn. Turning around I see Tom Love's black Toyota pickup coming across the parking lot. Right away Ryan's got his hand in his pocket pulling out money, mumbling, "I hope I have enough. I was going to get more cash from my desk in the dorm, but was too busy making you feel good to remember." I go, "Ha! Making me feel good, that's rich, you pussy." We both chuckle 'cause we're beating this 'pussy' routine to death. Then I say, "I thought we were smoking the joints in your dorm room. Dude, you can get the money then." He goes, "Oh yeah, that's right," then he asks, "Are you buying any?" I go, "No, absolutely not. And I need to tell you that Tom will try to get us selling the dope on campus. I'm not doing it under any circumstances and I don't think you should either." He goes, "Sell it? No way! I don't need the money or the headaches." Tom's walking over grinning, "Hey, you two. I didn't know if you'd show. How ya doing?" Ryan goes, "Wass'up, Tom," and I say, "We're good, how 'bout you?" He's like, "I couldn't be better. Shall we light up here or in Ryan's dorm?" Ryan says, "Whatever you want," and Tom says, "Okay, the dorm room, but first you need to pay for these 'dirties'," and he hands us six crack laced joints each, saying, "I'm letting you guys have them at cost, which is two bucks apiece." We look at the joints as Tom says, "Lets go guys, twelve bucks from each of you." Hmmm, six joints that look exactly like Marlboros. What the fuck, they're worth two bucks each. I give him twelve dollars, asking, "How much do you usually charge?" He goes, "Five to ten dollars a joint, it depends. A lot of you college weenies buy only two or three." Ryan says, "I wanna buy that sixty dollar package too." Tom tells him, "Cool, I'll get it from the truck." He walks back to his pickup and Ryan says, "I might get more of these 'dirties' if he'll let them go for two dollars a pop."

I'm putting the 'dirties' in my Marlboro box noticing there's only three regular cigarettes left. Next to a real Marlboro you can tell the difference,

but just smoking the 'dirty ones' they look enough like a real Marlboro that it can easily pass for one, except for the distinct smell obviously. Tom calls over to us, "Come on over here!" We look at each other, exchange shrugs, and then walk over, "What?" I ask, and he says, "I've decided we'll have ourselves a little party. Here Ryan," and he hands Ryan a twelve pack of Corona beer, muttering, "No limes, unfortunately," and then puts a bag on top of the beer Ryan's holding, saying, "There's your sixty dollar bag of grass." He pulls out another bag that obviously holds a bottle of liquor and gives it to me. I look inside and it's see a 750 ml bottle of Old Granddad bourbon. Shit! Ryan asks, "Can I get some more of the dirty Marlboros at two bucks each?" Tom thinks about it, then goes, "Okay, this time only, but after today they're five bucks each for you guys. I won't charge you ten because your my newest clients. How many do you want?" Ryan asks, "How many do you have?" Tom laughs, "If you resale these I'll be pissed. Do not resale them! Okay, I've got twenty more made up." Ryan jumps in, "I'll take all twenty," and Tom laughs, "Okay, I'm gonna give you my cellphone number and you can place future orders over the phone, but for my regular prices. When I make my Boston run I'll stop off here to deliver and collect. Deal?" Ryan, goes, "Awesome!" So Tom gets the rest of the crack laced joints out of the pickup and off we go to Ryan's dorm. One things for sure, even with the beer and bourbon I am not getting drunk and ruining tonight in bed with Rob! Moderation is my theme for this afternoon. In the old days my willpower was suspect, but not anymore so I'll simply apply a little of it to this situation and turn down excessive drinking. A little drinking is no problem, but getting drunk today is out of the fucking question. Party-pooper or not, I simply won't do it. Ya know, it wasn't easy turning hot little Ryan down for sex, but I did. The more I do it the easier it gets. Well, turning down side-sex is never easy, but a little less hard the more I do it. That's a better way of describing it.

We walk over to the dorm with Tom draping an arm over Ryan's and my shoulders telling us about this cool dude he's dealing with at Boston College. "This guy is on the football team, a real hot shit. Funny fucker too. I sell to him and he resells for a profit to the football guys, and then who the fuck knows if those guys resell some of it to cover their cost. Let me tell you...." but I stop listening. I'm worried about Ryan buying all this pot. He's paying $52 for the dirties, twenty six of them, and $60 for the eighth of an ounce of grass. That's a lot of pot. I'm gonna make it my business to see he doesn't turn into a stoner like Tom and his friends. In Ryan's dorm room Tom says, "First things first. Ryan, pay up." Ryan digs the money out of his desk. I'm watching and see he's got a nice surplus of cash left in there. Tom's eyes light up so I guess he thinks he's got another sucker hooked on his drugs. I'll see that doesn't happen. Putting the money in his pocket, Tom says, "Okay, good deal. Dylan, go get some ice from the ice machine," then to Ryan, "You got any cups?" Ryan shakes his head, then goes, "Oh yeah, we got little plastic ones for rinsing out after brushing our teeth." Tom says, "Go get 'em," then to me, "Get some snacks or something to eat from the vending machine too." I go, "What the fuck! That's stuffs over in the quad." Tom grins, shrugging, "So, go to the quad." Balls, but I trudge outside and walk across the parking lot thinking I should keep on going across route 114 and all the way back to the apartment, but I can't abandon Ryan. Fuck, how'd this happen so fast. It's booze, food, and pot all over again just like last Saturday night. Then I tell myself that I'm in college and allowed, even expected, to do stupid things occasionally. That's how college memories are made. I'll loosen up a little, but promise myself one joint

only, and I'm not getting drunk! Not tonight anyway because I want to continue this awesome thing Rob and me have going for us lately. We've reached a new level of sexual heat and I want to keep it going.

At the quad I change a twenty dollar bill into ones to use in the vending machines, then look for the one with snacks. As I'm getting potato chips, pretzels with little packets of artificial cheese, and those orange cheese curls, then peanuts, I hear, "Having a party?" Turning around I see the smiling faces of Jamie McFarland and Dougie Hamilton. I go, "Ah, the happy roommate freshman. How you boys doing?" Jamie says, "Thanks to you we're doing great. We've already become best buds." I go, "Dude, you guys hooking-up was pure luck, but I'm psyched it's turned out so well for you." Dougie goes, "You've still got that fucked-up haircut I see," and I go, "Heh, heh, yeah, a friend who thought he could cut hair did me a, um, favor and gave me this free haircut." He goes, "I'm glad you're better than your friend when you gave us our free haircuts. We really like 'em, don't we, Jamie?" Jamie goes, "Yep, they rock and so do you, Dylan. Ready for a three way with your fan club?" I run my fingers through his short dense brown hair, saying, "I'm afraid you boys are too hot for the likes of me. I couldn't keep up with you." Dougie laughs, then says, "What a crock of shit that is! Come on, see how us freshman can fuck." I'm pulling the snacks I just bought from the bottom of the vending machine, mumbling, "I already saw how you two fuck and you're too advanced for me. Anyway I'm busy tonight. Maybe we can try a three-way the next time you need a haircut." Jamie says, "You got yourself a deal," and Dougie says, "Yeah, but Jamie and me will probably shoot our spunk all over the place from just kissing you." I say, "You'll give me a big head if you're not careful. I gotta get some ice now, guys. I'll see you later, okay?" They both say, "Boo hoo, we wanna come with you." This is awkward!

I know they're mostly pulling my chain, but I can't bring them back with me and I don't want to be stuck up about it either. I go, "Seriously guys, tonight's between me and my boyfriend." Dougie goes, "Oh, no problem then, but we're gonna hunt you down one of these days. We got a crush on you. Don't we Jamie?" He goes, "Do we ever." I mumble, "You flatter me. See you later, guys. Enjoy yourselves."

Mercifully they see another freshman and go over to shoot the shit with him. It's cool feeling like an experienced college guy around those freshman. Oh, here's a plastic bag in the trash that maybe I can use. I check it out and since I don't see anything mess on it I put the snack packages in the bag and look for something to carry ice in. Ah ha, there's bagged ice along with a crushed ice machine. I buy a five pound bag of ice and head back to Ryan's dorm. Inside I find Tom and Ryan already sharing a joint. Tom asks, "Where ya been? We thought you got lost." I go, "Just talking to some guys. Here's the shit you wanted." He says, "Shit we all wanted, not just me. Put it on the desk." Huh, he's bossy tonight. I don't remember that from Saturday night, but I was whacked that night with too much booze and pot. Dumping everything on the desk, I say, "You both owe me four dollars." Tom exhales marijuana smoke and hands me a ten dollar bill, muttering, "My treat." Well, okay then. I take one of the last drags off their joint, that's become a roach by now and Ryan puts some tunes on his iPod player. It's the CD from 'The 1975' and out pours their hit, "Chocolate". Cool song, I love that group! Tom open three beers and pours three shots of bourbon in the little plastic cups. "Down the hatch boys. Party like ya mean it," and he shoots the booze into his mouth and swallows it, then goes, "Ahhh, that's a nice burn." Ryan and I just look at our shots as we sip on some beer. Tom looks at us, "Well?" Ryan frowns, then drinks his shot making a face gagging and grabbing his beer bottle. Tom goes, "That's the way to do it, Ryan!" Ryan makes another face, then looks at me smirking, and says, "Lets go, pussy." Fucking peer pressure again! Okay just this one shot and I gulp down the bourbon and pretend it's no big deal as my mouth fills with some kind of liquid, saliva I guess, which usually accumulates like this just before I throw up so I gulp down some beer with Ryan patting me on the back, saying, "Lets play cards." Tom goes, "A drinking game, sweet! Yeah, lets do it." Ryan lights another joint though, so we don't do anything except pass the joint around until it's done. That's my first and last one today. Wow, it packs a punch and the three of us lull our heads and quietly absorb the high. Tom goes, "Fuck that's wicked sweet shit," as he pours us all another shot. Oh balls, one more and that is definitely the last one. Ryan and I drink our shots in three little swallows, then I'm like, "Gross! No more bourbon for me."

I'm still swallowing the saliva build up and desperately trying not to hurl, Tom says, "It's your turn to light one of your, um, Marlboros, Dylan. Ryan did the last two," and Ryan hiccups then mutters, "Last three." Tom and I look at him and we all burst into laughter for no reason at all. Still giggling, I figure what the fuck, I said I'd have one joint and so far I've had a third of one. So I take out my box of Marlboro and pick out one of the ones Tom filled with crack-laced pot. I can see the crystals of crack in the tobacco... it's kinda cool. I light it as Ryan gets a deck of cards from his desk. Tom pulls Ryan's roommate's desk chair over to Ryan's bed and Ryan uses his desk chair, so I sit on the bed since there's no more chairs except the upholstered one, which is too low for the bed. The bed is our card table. Ryan tells us the rules for his card game, "We'll play blackjack with no dealer advantage. You know, it's basically twenty-one. Rotate the deal after each hand. If you bust as the dealer you chug some beer, if no one busts, low hand drinks. If low hand is tied, then both drink. Anyone gets true blackjack, which in this game is a black jack and black ace, the other two drink a shot." I ask, "What? Where'd this game come from? I'm not drinking any more shots." Ryan says, "It's what I played with the derelicts all last summer." Tom says, "What the fuck are the rules again?" We stop talking and pass the joint I just lit around until it's down to the filter. Done that Ryan lights another one so this will make a whole one for me. The third joint right after the second hits me hard. I lay back on the bed and revel in the peaceful depth of being high. "Ohhh," from Ryan, and he lays next to me gently running his fingers through my hair. None of us says anything for quite awhile as Ryan continues laying against me playing with my hair. Me personally, I'm feeling strangely calm and oh so good. It's dreamily quiet too. Then Ryan burst out laughing, saying, "Your hair not only looks fucked-up, it even feels fucked-up, Dylan." I get to laughing so hard I can't catch my breath. This goes on for a couple of minutes until we notice that Tom looks like he's asleep. Ryan sits up, giggling, and pours a couple of shots of bourbon in Tom's beer. I think I'm going to piss my pants I'm laughing so hard.

We watch Tom sleep, if that's what he's doing, until Ryan says too loudly, "I gotta take a shit," and he's got this really serious expression on his face. It's like the funniest thing I ever saw. I'm rolling around the bed laughing. Ryan's chuckling, but he says, "I'm not shitting you, I gotta shit." That's it, I'm going to laugh myself to death, but after Ryan leaves the room I try remembering what was so funny. He's gone for quite awhile so I look out the door and see the lavatory is at the end of the corridor. I stare stupidly at some guys messing around in the corridor for a couple of minutes, then say to no one in particular, "That's the major fucking problem living in a dorm. No bathroom except a shared one at the end of the fucking corridor." Two guys turn around and look at me. One of them, a real cute kid about my size with light brown hair asks in an English accent, "Who are you bloody talking to?" and behind me Tom asks, "What?" I close the door muttering, "Ryan's taking a shit." I'm wondering if that kid from England is the same one I heard talking way behind me in line at the book store on registration day. Tom wipes his face with both hands, mumbling, "Hope he washes his hands." I giggle, and without thinking open another beer. Chugging some I realize I'm getting drunk and I'm already high from the joints, but the thing about being in this condition is I don't give a fuck. This is the crazy college shit I'm suppose to be doing. No one is hurt and it's fun. Tom takes a swallow of his beer, the one Ryan poured two or three shots of bourbon in. He gasps, shakes his head, then says, "I don't remember putting booze in my beer. Did we all do that?" I go, "Of course." Then I sit in Ryan chair saying seriously to Tom, "You really need me to give you a shampoo and a haircut, Tommy. You've got nice hair." He looks at me frowning, then, totally off the subject, he says, "I've been smoking this shit all day. I sold a hell of a lot of dope today to a hell of a lot of dopes." He laughs, then

swallows half the booze laced beer, burps, and says, "I made like eight hundred bucks today." I continue the trend of non-scitqueturs, saying, "Ryan was suppose to have his Mini delivered today. That's a sweet car right there, the Mini Cooper. It's a convertible and I drove it a couple of times. Ryan drives like a little old lady, but don't tell him I said so." Tom mumbles, "That prick, Benny, charged me more for the last shit he sent me. Said it was inflation or some such shit." I say, "I gotta take a piss." I open the door and run right into Ryan, which gets us chuckling. Ryan asks, "What have you guys been up to?" I say, "Nothing, just having a good conversation, that's about all. Did you wash your hands?" He holds a hand up to my nose a nd I smell the soap, muttering, "He washed his hands," and Tom mumbles, "Who cares?" Huh.

As I'm walking down the corridor towards the lavatory I see the English kid go in a dorm room. Wonder if it's his? Hmmm, he's kinda hot. Now I can't recall Tom's and my conversation at all, but I'm under the impression it was deep. In the lavatory there's this guy who looks like he's thirty years old. I'm like, "You go to Merrimack? Dude, you look like your thirty years old." He zips up his fly, looks at me, then says, "Drink much, do ya?" and leaves. Hmmm, after my piss I wash my hand for like three minutes and then dry my hands with paper towel after paper towel until they're really dry. Looking in the mirror then I try doing something with my hair, but nothing works. Then, trying to clear my head I splash water on my face for a good five minutes and then dry my hands and face for a couple of minutes more while trying to decide if I'm losing my drug high. I stagger back to the room, but go in the wrong one. When I open the door a tubby kid, not the English kid, says, "What the fuck ya doing in here? Did Wayne put you up to this?" I slink out, muttering, "Who the fuck's Wayne?" Closing the door behind me, I go in the next door burping and chuckling to myself. Okay, I found Ryan's room. Tom and Ryan are ripping open bags of snacks scoffing them down noisily. Tom asks me, "What's the fucking ice for?" I shrug, "I forget." Looking at my watch I'm shocked to see it almost six o'clock. We've been in here almost two hours? I grab a bag of barbecue potato chips and eat the whole thing in a minute. Burping again, I mutter, "Wish I had an antacid thingie." Finishing my beer, I pop the cap on another one and drink some down. I plop down on the bed as Tom and Ryan are giggling and fighting over a bag of honey roasted peanuts. We were going to do something and I'm trying to think what it was. Tom says, "We need more snack food. Where's the quad? I'll go get some." I mutter, "Take a right out the front door of this building and go straight through the parking lot. Bring back some Peter Paul Mound bars." He says, "Nooo, fuck that!" and leaves. Then I can't remember if I told him to take a left or a right out the door of the dormitory. It's a left, but I think I said right. That gets me laughing with Ryan asking, "What? What's so funny?" I tell him and we roll around the bed laughing our asses off. Then stop and make-out for a couple of minutes.

After a few minutes of making-out like wild things, Ryan stops and asks, "Did you take my beer, you pussy?" and he gooses me. He gets off the bed muttering, "I love you, Dylan," then gets another beer and comes over to sit next to me again on the bed, asking, "Who's turn to light a joint?" I go, "Yours," and put my arm around the back of his neck and I pull his head over to mine. "You smell good, Ryan." He puts his beer on the floor and pushes me back so I'm laying on my back on the bed with my feet still on the floor. Ryan's sort of laying on me with his face an inch above mine. "I love you, Dylan." I make a face, then yell, "Your legs is crushing my fucking nuts!" He moves his leg out from between mine, muttering, "You're such a pussy." I chuckle and we wrestle on the bed until Ryan has one of my arm pushed up behind my back. "OW! Fuck that hurts, Ryan!" He giggles, "Say you're a pussy," and I mutter, "You're a pussy," and he goes, "No, say I'm a pussy." I grin, saying, "Ryan's a pussy," and we both laugh until our mouths are together again for a really, really hot kiss as Ryan gropes inside my pants and jerks on my bare hard cock. He lifts his head, asking, "Did you piss your pants?" I go, "No! That's precum." He gets my arm behind my back again, pushing up. I can't believe how strong he's gotten. It's really hurts, as he tells me, "Say it the fucking right way," and I mutter, "Fucking hurts, you prick. Okay, okay, I'm a pussy, now let go of my arm." He does and we snuggle together and kiss a little until I say, "I've had a boner for fifteen minutes now," he grabs between my legs as Tom comes in with about ten candy bars, saying, "All the fucking doors look the same in this fucking dormitory. Who's Wayne?"

Ryan and I get up to see what Tom's got for us. I go, "No Mounds bar?" He shakes his head, "None in the machine," and he eats a whole Baby Ruth bar in

three bites. Ryan mutters, "Pig," and eats a Butter Finger bar in three bites laughing and blowing crispy peanut butter taffy or whatever the fuck's in a Butter Finger all over the floor." We all laugh and then Ryan says, "It's your turn, Dylan." I'm pretty sure it's his turn, but I look in my Marlboro box and see I only have two 'dirties' left. Obviously I've forgotten a couple other joints we smoked. I ask, "Did we smoke seven joints already?" Tom says, "Eight, light one up."I do and we say nothing while we pass it around and smoke it down to the filter. We share three more of Ryan's joints not talking, just inhaling and passing the joints silently, our eyes half closed and our heads lulling back. It's a really strange, alien feeling. When no one lights another joint I lay back on the bed closing my eyes and sort of float, feeling weirdly fantastic. I don't know how long I've been laying here, but when I open my eyes Ryan and Tom are making out. I stare at them frowning until I say, "What the fuck? I thought we were playing cards." They break off the kiss and Tom drags the palm of his hand down Ryan's face three times dragging Ryan's bottom lip down each time. I just stare, not thinking there's anything unusual about that. Tom gets up and pours us all a shot that we drink right down. Ryan and I burp at the same times getting us all laughing again. Tom says, "Okay Ryan, deal the fucking cards, and Dylan, you light another joint, bro." I go, "Don't be so bossy, Tom. Hey, this is my last one," but I light it anyway. Tom gives me a cute smirk as he reaches over to ruffle my hair, "Sorry 'bout that, Dylan. I'm just trying to get this party off the ground." I say, "We're so off the fucking ground already it's amazing we're still alive." After we smoke the joint we eat the remaining candy bars taking a bite from one and holding to someone else's mouth for them to take a bite. We wash the candy bars down by drinking beer. Done that, we're all looking around, all of us totally out of it. Ryan eventually finds the cards and tells us the rules again. We play cards for awhile getting the rules mixed up, so no one drinks. When we've finally agreed on the rules I lose three hands in a row meaning, chugging beer three times in a row, which takes care of my bottle of beer. I open another one as Ryan snickers at my bad luck. Then he says, "I'm sorry for snickering, pussy," and he gives me a really cute look as I push his glasses up his little nose, muttering, "I'll be sure to snicker when you're luck changes." He goes, "I'm sure you will, pussy." Tom laughs, "You too are obviously pussies, so ya both got the right nickname." Tom's got this prickie edge to him tonight, one I didn't notice at all Saturday night. Hearing that comment of Tom's, Ryan and I act our age and both give him the finger.

We play this drinking card game for forty-five minutes using up most of the beer before someone gets the blackjack necessary to cause shots of bourbon. Naturally it's Tom who's dealt the blackjack hand, and he was dealing too. I ask, "Did you cut that deck, Ryan?" Tom chuckles as he pours two shots. Both Ryan and I pick up our little plastic cups and throw the bourbon down our throats and then grab our beer bottles. "Oh fuck!" groan Ryan, "That blows!" I can't say anything because I'm too busy swallowing saliva and trying not to throw up. I ask, "Who's turn to light a 'dirty'?" and Ryan says, "Yours," and I go, "I'm fucking out. When's it Tom's turn? Fuck!" He says, "I gave you free everything Saturday night and this morning, Dylan," slushing his 'S's when he talks. He adds, "Plus I bought the beer and bourbon." I mutter, "Yeah, yeah, who's deal is it?" I'm drunk and I promised myself I wasn't going to get drunk." Ryan lights a joint, takes a drag and passes it to me. We stop playing while we smoke it. I take a deep drag and hold the smoke in my lungs feeling that awesome rush as my head goes back and my eyes close, "Mmmmm, that's nice." and I take another drag before Tom takes the joint from my fingers. Oh man, this feels so good. Maybe it's not the wallop of sexual climax, but second to that for sheer pleasure. When we've smoked the twelfth or thirteenth joint of the night, I shuffle the cards, Tom cuts the deck and I deal. Ryan gets the second blackjack the very next hand.

Laughing his balls off, Ryan pours two shots. Tom throws his down as I mumble, "Balls," hesitate and then swallow the bourbon and chug beer. Not as bad this time, but my head's really swimming. Ryan says, "Lets play strip poker." Tom and I look at him, both of us squinting like we can't believe our ears. Ryan says, "It's another drinking game that we played last summer a couple times a week. The first two guys who lose all their clothes, and are therefore, um, completely naked, get fucked up the ass by the third guy, and I mean fucked hard." Tom looks at Ryan, yelling, "Of all the fucking balls! Are you saying I'm gay?" Even though they were making out earlier Ryan's apparently forgotten and he acts as if he doesn't know Tom is gay. He thinks he's made a big mistake and his face turns dark red as he's going, "No, no, I'm fucking kidding! I'm not gay either." Tom and I laugh falling against each other. We laugh way more than this situation warrants, but pot does that to most guys. I wind up with the giggles as Tom tell Ryan he's gay too. Ryan says, "You pussy," and all three of us laugh our nuts off.

The game is three card 'guts' or three card kill, as some call it. In this case there's no betting and the three cards are dealt face up so 'guts' doesn't actually come into play. Only high card, pairs, and three of a kind count. We play three card kill, smoke joints, get into laughing fits and take

off pieces of clothing until, surprisingly, we're all three down to our underpants and socks. "We almost have the first loser, so lets do a shot," says Ryan. I go, "What the fuck's the matter with you? We're already blitzed!" Tom looks drunker and more zoned-out than Ryan and me, but that's probably because he's been smoking pot all day while selling his dope to dopes like us. We're don't drink shots this time and thank God for that. It's my deal, and Ryan gets a pair of fours, Tom an Ace high, and I get a ten high. Making a face, I take a sock off. Tom deals and I lose again so off comes the other sock leaving me naked except for my jockey underpants. Ryan deals and Tom loses, then I deal and lose again. "Take it off and lets see your dick," slurs Ryan. Fuck it, I've never been shy about being naked, plus I'm high and very hammered. I stand up, pull my underpants off and hold my dick out, saying, "You've both seen this little Dylan before." Ryan's eyes open wide. Oops, he doesn't know about me and Tom fucking last Saturday, so I add, "This one or one like it anyway." Ryan gives Tom a look, but he's oblivious. Tom loses the next hand between those two. He takes off his sock and it's beginning to look like Ryan's going to be fucking Tom and me. In my state of mind I don't care who it is, I wanna get fucked. Pot enhances the sex drive in some and lowers it in others. In my case, if I'm honest about it, it'd be hard to imagine enhancing my already over the top sex drive, but I'm feeling mighty horny, so maybe. Cards are fickle things and instead of Tom losing one more hand Ryan loses three in a row. He looks stunned, but Tom's reinvigorated now. He stands up yelling, "Yes! My virgin ass remains untouched!" Well, I give him props because he apparently was going to follow through if he lost and get it up the ass for apparently the first time ever. Ryan and me can hardly claim that.

I can't keep the grin off my face that Ryan, who was looking so smug, is now in the same situation as me. I mumble, "Don't be a pussy and pout, Ryan." He says, "Shots all the way around," and Tom says, "Bullshit! I'm not smoking or drinking anything else." I'm greatly relieved to hear that. Ryan goes, "Pussy," and Tom just shrugs, then says, "Which one of you is going to suck a boner on my big cock?" I yell, "No fucking body said anything about anybody sucking any cocks." Ryan goes, "Yeah, we'll have to cut the deck for that. This guy's gonna need a boner. Low card sucks someone's cock." There's a general discussion among us drunk and high guys about that. Mostly about what if Tom loses? We decide if Tom loses the first round of cutting the deck he'll suck either my cock or Ryan's. It'll be his choice and Ryan and I will cut again to see who sucks Tom off. If Ryan or I lose the first cut, that person sucks a boner on Tom. All three of us gay guys grope ourselves, Ryan and me naked, and Tom groping himself through his boxer shorts. We all take our time cutting the deck. I go first and feel the sides of the cards with my forefinger and thumb finally cutting about ten cards down and I get an Ace. I'm hooting and hollering until the guys next door start pounding on the wall between the dorm rooms. We all make faces at each other, but tone it down. Ryan goes over and locks the door, muttering, "What the fuck's wrong with us? That door should have been locked from the minute we walked in here."

It's Tom's turn to cut the deck. He cuts a ten of diamonds. Ryan's nodding his head like he's got a good chance to win, but there are more cards below a ten than above it. He cuts a two of spades as Tom and I laugh. I'm giggling, lighting a regular Marlboro and getting ready to watch Ryan give Tom a

blow job. The room's already thick with smoke that floats in the air and it's hot in here. I'm plenty warm even though I'm naked. I smoke my cigarette smirking at Ryan who's definitely pouting. Tough shit! With my cigarette between my teeth I stand up and rub Ryan's shoulders acting like I'm his 'corner man' in a boxing match. "Give it all ya got, kid. He's got a big one but you can handle it." Tom's dropped his boxers and he's holding his cock out grinning, and Ryan muttering, "It's not as big as mine, neither of you pussies have a cock that compares to this baby." He holds his out stretching it. Tom mumbles, "Holy shit, Ryan, that's a beauty. Thank God you didn't win, dude. That monster would split me in half," and Ryan says, "You can ask Dylan about that. Okay, um, I guess I'll..." and he drops to his knees taking Tom's dick from Tom's fingers, mumbling, "Let me take care of that organ of yours, Tom. I did this three or four times a day, every day, last summer." Tom frowns, asking, "Really? Jesus!" then to me, "Is he kidding?" I shrug, "I don't know. How the fuck would I know." Tom says, "How about a Marlboro, Dylan," so I light my next to last one off my cigarette and give it to Tom. Ryan looks up so I put my cigarette between his lips so he can take a drag. He exhales the smoke taking the head of Tom's cock in his mouth and sucks on it while lightly squeezing Tom's nuts. "Not too hard or I'll snap your skinny neck," Tom mutters, and I go, "Let the boy work, Tom." Ryan's one drag off my cigarette saturated the filter with his spit. I happen to like his spit so I suck it off as he sucks cock.

Ryan's making slurping sounds sloppily sucking on the head of Tom's cock with Tom scrunching his face, groaning quietly and running his fingers through Ryan's hair as his sensitive gland is being awesomely stimulated. The head of a penis is very sensitive and I imagine Ryan's warm wet mouth, his lips and tongue, and the sucking sensation has Tom's cock sending powerful sexual sensations to the pleasure zone in his brain. Ryan's like me in that he's groping himself while sucking cock, finding it very arousing to suck a guy's dick. I encourage Ryan, "Take it in your throat, ya pussy." Ryan grins around Tom's cock, then grunts out a laugh because the word 'pussy' has become so funny to us today. I rub Ryan's shoulder, being supportive, my head close to his observing closely his cock sucking technique. It's sexy/hot as I grope my own stiffening pecker, saying, "A littler advice, Ryan... use your hand to stroke the shaft, and twist your hand as you do it." Ryan grunts out a chuckle, pulls his mouth off Tom's semi-hard cock laughing. Then he yells, "Shut up, you pussy, and let me bone this big cock up. I've sucked more cocks than you've ever even seen." I mutter, "Well, don't take all day about it, I'd like to feel that bone up my ass some time tonight." Tom moans, "Oooh, fuck, put it back in your mouth." Ryan's holding Tom's slimy cock between his fingers still giggling, then asking me, "Are you as fucked-up as I am? I'm high as a kite." I go, "Oh yeah, me too. Ain't it awesome?" He makes a face nodding his head, and then goes backs to sucking on Tom's cock. Tom's complaining, "You're slowing him up, Dylan," and I go, "Oh fuck this," and push Ryan aside, muttering, "I'll take over and get this show moving." Ryan has saliva all around his mouth and it's drooling down his chin, he mumbles, "Okay, ya pussy, go ahead." First we kiss and lap tongues with Tom yelling, "My cock!" One last lick across Ryan's lips and I slide Tom's cock into my mouth on my tongue. Slurping Ryan's saliva off Tom's semi-hard cock gives me a raging boner. Well actually I was getting a boner watching him such cock, but now my boner's so tight it's poking straight out making Ryan and Tom chuckle. I get his cock head in my throat and Tom stops chuckling to go up on his toes as his cock tightly slides down my throat until my nose is in his pubic hairs. Tom's pulling my hair, moaning, "Jesus Christ, mmmm, ooh, Dylan, fuck, dude." A long drool of precum slides down my throat making me wish I could have tasted it. My eyes are watering as I work on his now rock-hard cock by flexing my throat muscles. Ten seconds of that and Tom pushes my head away. He hops a few times in place, his wickedly hard boner bouncing very little due to it's tightness. Mine wouldn't bounce either, but I'm not hoping. I'm gasping for oxygen and stroking my boner. Standing beside me now, Ryan cups his hand under my chin pulling my head up. He asks, "How should we do this?" Thinking back to when me and Willie would kneel at the side of fat Carl's bed, I walk over to the side of Ryan's bed on my hands and knees, telling him, "Get like this, Ryan, and push your ass up so Tom can mount it." Ryan giggles, then says, "Hey, lets light cigarettes." I go, "Not the dirty ones, fuck that!"

Tom's rolling a condom on his boner, mumbling, "You two pussies are gonna get fucked good." Okay, it's a condom tonight, guess he doesn't trust Ryan's

ass. Ryan's still standing as he lights two more cigarettes, then he puts a metal ashtray on the bed in front of where I'm kneeling. He passes one of the smoking cigarettes to me, then kneels down next to me, our sides touching and his arm going around the back of my neck. I say, "Lay your chest on the bed like this and stand up with your knees bent and your ass/pussy up in the air." I show him and he copies me exactly. His naked little tight body looking hot and feeling sexy against me. We hold our cigarettes to our mouth, take a drag then take the cigarettes from our mouths holding them to the side as our mouths come together for another sloppy, smoky kiss. Smoke escaping around our lips and drifts out our noses. Ryan's always been a hottie. Tom goes, "Jesus, that's sexy. Make-out some more." It's dreamy being both drunk and high and making out naked with Ryan while waiting to get fucked. We're simply three twenty year old naked gay kids all drunk, high, and aroused by each other. I'll regret this tomorrow, but at the moment it feels so fucking cool to be part of this threesome. Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm telling myself, 'You dumb fuck!' but that thought's overwhelmed by the moment and all I want to do is exchange spit with Ryan and feel his tongue against mine and inhale his scent while enjoying the feel of his body. More drags off our cigarettes and more deep kisses until I don't even know who I am. It comes back to me when I feel Tom's hands gripping my hips. He grunts as he humps the head of his cock in past my sphincter, and I go, "Oooh," into Ryan's mouth. The condom's nicely lubricated, but I still need to stop kissing and sucking Ryan's mouth to concentrate as Tom steadily pushes his cock up my ass, "Aaaaah," from me as my back arches and I clamp my teeth together. Ryan tightens his arm around my neck pulling me against him tighter while he looks back, moaning, "Oooh, that looks hot. Fuck him, Tom, fuck that pussy!"

Tom waits a few seconds with me impaled on his seven inches of hard, condom encased cock. While he lets my rectum adjusts to his big cock he reaches over to ruffle Ryan's hair, asking, "You always get fucked wearing glasses?" I moan, "Oooh, this feels good." Ryan pushes his glasses up his nose, muttering, "Yeah, why?" Tom chuckles and mumbles, "Four-eyed pussy", and then begins fucking me. He's slamming his body against me hard, each thrust pushing my chest forward on the mattress, "Slap, slap, slap, slap." He grunts with each hard slam up my ass, asking, "How's that feel, pussy?" and "Slap, slap, slap, slap." I can't answer because Ryan's sucking on my mouth again and I'm limp with my ass sizzling and my cock drooling precum. We break the kiss off, take drags off our cigarettes with me exhaling the smoke in little puffs of smoke as I go, "Ooh," with each hard drive up my ass. The sensations are getting sharper so I lift my ass a little more moaning with sexual pleasure. Ryan grunts out, "Do me, Tom. Fuck me." Tom lets go of my hips and pulls his boner out of my ass leaving me groveling on the mattress, my chest moving back and forth for a few seconds even though Tom's now mounting Ryan. I hear, "Arrrr, oooh," from Ryan and then, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," as I spastically drag on my cigarette blowing exhaled smoke toward Ryan. He's holding his cigarette out and it's jiggling in his fingers as his body jolts with each thrust up his ass. Tom's moaning quietly, "Mmmm, this pussy is awesome." The recent growing sensation of orgasm I was feeling now drifts away with my asshole still vibrating, but missing the stimulation. It seems to me Tom's been fucking Ryan a lot longer than he did me when he finally pulls our of Ryan's ass, Ryan moaning, "Noooo," and then that awesome feeling of a big hard cock sliding tightly up my ass gets my shoulders shuddering as I drop my cigarette butt in the bouncing ashtray on the mattress.

"Slap, slap, slap," with me groveling and moaning, my chest sliding on the mattress again as Tom's pounding his boner up my ass. My orgasm builds and builds with my balls getting hard. It feels extra good each time the head of my boner collides with the side of the mattress, wet now with precum. It hits the wet mattress each time Tom slams against my ass. Oh fuck, this feels good, and then Tom moan, "Aaaah, oooh fuck," and leans down on my back making desperate humps against my buttocks, pumping cum into the condom. He's shaking for a half minute before resuming wild long thrusts. Maybe ten of them before groaning and stopping all together. My balls where almost ready to explode when he lifts up and pulls his cock out of my ass, mumbling, "You fuck him now, Ryan, I blew my load in this condom." Ryan's standing behind me in a flash, his bare boner poking my butt cheek before, "Aaaaaah," from both of us as his huge cock plows up my ass getting my shoulders shuddering on the mattress again. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds again fill the room along with Ryan's grunts. Hard to believe but my ass feels even better than it did when Tom was fucking me. I'm soon humping back into Ryan's thrust, groaning, my eyes so tightly closed there's streams of light seemingly coming from the sun. My rectum is alive with awesome sexual stimulation and then those sexual sensations reach the tipping point and I buck my hips and squeal as cum streams from my quivering cock to splash off the side of the mattress, then three more squirts of cum as stars explode behind my eyes. Ryan gasps, lays on me, and forcefully pumps cum up my ass. The first hard stream hits inside me all warm and juicy as Ryan gets his arm around the front of my neck pulling my head back roughly as he's driving his huge cock back and forth in my ass, completely out of control. Cum still drools from my cock with Ryan and me sweaty together both shaking and then with a moan, "Mmmmm," we both collapse back on the mattress next to where Tom's sitting. He's carefully pulling his condom filled with spunk off his softening cock.

My chest and face are pressed into the mattress with Ryan's scent coming off both him and the bedspread. He lays against me, both of us on our knees now, just our chests and faces laying on the bed. Ryan slowly pulls his arm away from my throat and then slowly stands up pulling his cock out of my ass. Cum rolls down my buttocks and accumulates at the back of my nuts as I do one last quiet moan, "Mmmm, oooh, ummm." We're all breathing deeply until Tom says, "Well, that was hot." He smacks my ass, mumbling, "Both of your pussy asses rock, but Dylan's ass was trying to grip my cock and hold it in. Never felt that before." I slowly get to my feet with cum rolling down the back of my leg. It gets smeared on Ryan's bed when I sit down next to Tom. Ryan sits next to me, leans over and say in my ear, "Told ya I'd fuck you in this dorm room," and I go, "You said you'd fuck me all over this dorm room, and ya didn't." He says, "Next time," then he asks, "Time? What the fuck time is it anyway?" I look at my watch, "Quarter to ten," and my eyes open wide. "Quarter to ten? How the fuck can that be?" Ryan gets up and starts picking up trash from his desk and the floor, saying, "My roommate will be back any second now. Get dressed! Marty will be really pissed."

He didn't need to tell me twice. We're all sorting through the clothes on the floor looking for what we were wearing when we came in here. This simple

task isn't simple because we're high and drunk, but we finally manage to get dressed. Ryan mutters, "I think I got your underwear on, Dylan," and Tom says, "I know I've got mine on," so I guess I'm wearing Ryan's and that makes me grope myself for a second, then giggle, which gets all of us giggling like ten year old girls. Embarrassing! To our credit we all help pick up the trash that's all over the place, cramming it in the bag I brought the snacks in. I give a thought to mentioning my cum on the side of Ryan's mattress and the smears of cum on his bedspread, but forget to tell him somehow. The room reeks of two kinds of smoke, snack food, and booze. Ryan gives Tom and me a kiss goodbye, in between giggling, and Tom and I stagger out to the hall with Ryan asking, "Why the fuck did I get dressed? I'm going to bed." We look at him and Tom asks, "What?" I say, "Good time tonight, Ryan, good party. I'll see you tomorrow if I live." Tom and I go the wrong way in the corridor and wind-up in the lavatory. Since we're here we both take a piss before retracing our steps and finding the building's front door. In Tom's pickup, I ask, "Are you in any condition to drive home?" and he says, "Fuck no! I'm checking into that Bates motel I passed trying to find your college this morning." I know which one he means, it's the one Willie and I stayed at the night Willie redecorated the entire room. I tell Tom, "Ask for the mystery room," but he just shakes his head and starts the pickup. He turns the wrong way on route 114 heading east and I don't notice it for a minute, and then I'm like, "Where the fuck ya going?"

He laughs, makes an illegal u-turn and drives west on route 114 until he pulls over and drops me off at the side of the road down from the apartment complex, saying, "I'll get lost in there if I pull in the entrance. It looks too complicated." I go, "Thanks a lot, ya pussy. Now I've got to walk through the fucking woods in the dark." He says, "Yeah, it is dark. See ya, pussy," and we both chuckle. He makes another illegal u-turn and heads east on route 114 again as I yell, "The motel will be on your right." He blows the horn as he drives off. I stand here a minute thinking how smart it is of him not to try driving home tonight, and then think I should have invited him to sleep on our sofa. Oh well, this whole night was a bad idea. Turning around I look at the woods between me and the parking lot, then shrug and take out my Marlboro box. There's one cigarette left. Hoping it's a real Marlboro and not a joint I light it and start walking. It's maybe two hundred yards to the back door of my apartment building. As I walk I try determining if I'm smoking a joint or a regular cigarette, but can't tell. I'm fucked-up. Then I think, "Robby?!" Oh shit, I'm fucked!

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

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