DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 24
by Donny Mumford
It's pitch black as I'm stumbling through the woods toward my apartment building, stoned and drunk and unsuccessfully trying to bat branches away from
my face. Tom Love dropped me off at the side of the road below The Royal Crest apartments a couple of minutes ago. He's in the same condition as me, so consequently he felt he'd get lost in the apartment complex if he drove in the front gate, and he probably would have. We left Ryan's dorm room in a bit of disrepair stinking of booze, pot, and cheap snacks. Crumbs on the floor and a smoky haze drifting around the room like the fog of London or the smog of LA, take your choice. I'm glad I don't need to sleep there. Tom's gonna get a room at the Bates motel wannabe five miles down route 114. Even in his stoned condition it's unlikely he'll get lost as it's a straight drive down 114 and there's a big-ass sign for the motel on his right. I probably should have invited him to stay the night on our sofa except that would have created unneeded questions and complications. I've got all of those I can handle as it is. For one thing, Robby's going to be pissed-off when I walk in the apartment buzzed on pot and booze, but there ain't nothing I can do about that now. Truth is, at the moment I feel pretty fuckin' awesome, except for being in this forest. The booze got me drunk and the pot's mellowed me out, and between Ryan and Tom I've been pretty well fucked too, and I mean that in a good way.
Dammit! I just tripped on some vines or something and fell on my face in this fucking forest. Jesus! These woods don't look this evil from our balcony. What'd my hand land in? I smell the wet gooey stuff on my right hand and it might be some kind of animal shit. Oh goodie! I wipe as much of it off as I can on the bark of a tree, then look around. Are there animals in here? This sucks! Staggering ten steps more and the undergrowth seems to thins out. Now all I need to do is avoid walking into a tree and I'm good. Okay, there's the parking lot and a minute later I'm safely on blacktop looking up to see the moon is covered by clouds. No wonder it was so dark in there. Where the hell am I? This isn't our parking lot. Walking up through the parked cars I realize it's one parking lot over from ours. In other words where I usually end up parking since I can never find an open spot in our lot. Fucking stupid to not have enough parking spots.
Another three minutes and I'm keying in the code for the back door to our building, then up the stairs and over one apartment and I'm home. Now this stupid key won't work. Goddammit! Oh, wait a second... this is the spare key to the Jeep. Using the right key I let myself into a quiet, dark apartment. Are Robby and Chubby in bed already? I check my watch again and see it's a little after ten o'clock. Without turning on any lights I go down the hall on tiptoes and look in my bedroom. Hot shit, nobody's home. Back out to the living room, I turn on a couple of lights snickering to myself. Heh heh, I can get away with this. Back to the bedroom, turning on the light as if to say, 'I'm home, where the fuck's everyone else?'. Then into the bathroom to strip off my clothes. I smell my shirt and it smells like pot so I bury it under a lot of dirty clothes in the hamper, turn on the shower and while the water comes up to temperature I think to brush my teeth and gargle with mouthwash. Okay, I'm still high, and drunk as a skunk, but I'm the only one who knows it. That thought gives me the giggles which I can't shake. I'm giggling like a fool during my shower which goes on much longer than I planned. This becomes obvious when the hot water is turning luke warm. What the fuck? Why am I sitting in the bathtub? When did I sit down? I start giggling again as I turn the water off, dry myself and walk naked to check my watch on the bureau. It's after eleven! Holy shit, a one hour shower. Well, I'm clean anyway, now where the fuck are Robby and Chubby? If I was real smart and on top of my game I'd get in bed right now, but I'm neither of those things at the moment so I put on pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt, step into slippers I hardly ever wear, and pad out to the kitchen to see if we have any beer in the refrigerator. Fuck! We drank it all. Getting a pack of cigarettes from the kitchen cabinet I go out on the balcony to smoke, but come right back in to put a CD in the player and then go out again and light a cigarette as 'The 1975' do their hit, 'Chocolate'.
I'm leaning against the balcony railing studying the woods behind the parking lot as I smoke. Hmmm, where'd I come out of that jungle? The trees look innocent enough from here but now I know there's all kinds of undergrowth that I can't see from the balcony. Wait a fuckin' minute, Ryan never mentioned any trouble walking through the woods to the road last Friday, and I've walked through the woods a number of times last year without any problems. Just my luck that idiot dropped me off at the worst spot possible. Then I get a little worried because I can't remember his name. Who the fuck drove me from the campus to the woods, and why didn't that dick drive onto the parking lot? Lets see: I know I was with Ryan and he had pot, but from whom did he get it? Shit! I feel fucked-up all of a sudden and sit down on the chaise lounge, then get right up and run as best I can to the bathroom. Just making it, I throw my guts up in the toilet. And then do it again leaving me so weak now I can hardly stand or keep my eyes open. Sitting on the bathroom floor, leaning against the toilet, I'm waiting to be sure I don't need to throw up more. Then I get myself up and brush my teeth again, gargle, and then realize I'm really thirsty. Staggering into the kitchen I gulp down a bottle of water hearing a car door slam. Oh, I left the sliding door to the balcony open. And there's my barely smoked cigarette on the floor. Kicking that off the balcony, I'm looking down and see Robby walking unsteadily towards the back door. That pricks been drinking with his teammates, one of whom is Danny Monday. The fuckin' nerve! I'm dizzy now thinking maybe the pot's wearing off. Inside the apartment again, I slide the balcony door shut and hurry down the hall, bouncing off the wall once, and then into the bedroom to pull off my sweatshirt and crawl in bed, then get right up to turn off the light while cursing myself for not doing that when I came in... ya dumb shit. Back in bed I fake being asleep thinking I should have left a note for Robby asking him where he's been till this late hour? Ha! That would have been a hot shit move on my part. Too late now.
My fake sleeping apparently worked wonderfully because I don't remember anything else until just now. What the fuck? It's seven-thirty in the morning and I still feel a little drunk. Robby's sleeping peacefully next to me. Glancing out the window I see it's raining. That's just great! As I'm getting
out of bed a giant needle sticks me in the head. What a fucking hangover I have! Balls, I'm never doing pot again and I'm never drinking bourbon again either! Plus, I need to piss worse than I've ever needed to do anything before in my life. As I stagger to the bathroom I look at my sleeping boyfriend and, wow, he looks so cute and innocent. As I'm pissing like a friggin' horse I test my brain to see if I'm stressed or depressed now that the drug's worn off. Huh, I can't tell because my hangover's so sucky. Brushing my teeth I try remembering what class we have today and for a second I convince myself it's Wednesday and we have no classes at all, but that doesn't work. It's fucking Tuesday, but there is some good news: Our first class isn't until one o'clock. Realizing this fact I feel such relief my eyes tear up as I stagger to the kitchen for Tylenol and a big glass of orange juice. Well actually I don't use a glass, I drink the juice from the container, but if I did use a glass it'd be a big one. Back in bed I snuggle under the covers swearing my joint-smoking days are behind me and then drift off back to sleep wondering if I can back up that last thought about swearing off pot.
Next thing I know Robby's gently shaking my shoulder, asking, "You awake, Dylan?" I open my eyes a little and my head pounds a few times, but less than it did earlier. I manage a smile, "Hi, boyfriend," and he leans over to kiss me, then he mumbles, with his hand over his mouth, "Hope my morning breath wasn't too offensive." I shake my head and the pounding starts up again, then ask, "How'd your night go?" He defensively says, "I sent you a text. The guys wanted to celebrate our plans for pickup games. We've even got games scheduled with two other colleges. Strictly on an informal basis with no coaches and our own umpires." I pretend I got his text, saying, "Well, I'm glad it was a good time and everything worked out like you wanted." He goes, "Well, I wasn't real happy it went on so late last night, but I knew we didn't have a morning class today." I nod my head like I totally understand and that gets the drum beating in my head. He looks at me for a second, then asks, "Are you a mad at me?" Ah ha, a chance for me to be magnanimous. I show an expression of surprise, "Mad at you? Why on earth would I be mad at you?" He shrugs, "I don't know. You said you couldn't wait for us to go to bed and then I don't show up until after you're asleep." I say, "Yeah, dammit. I was telling myself to stay awake, but I must have dozed off. I feel great now though," as the drum pounds boom, boom, boom in my forehead now. "A good night's sleep, ya know." He nods his head grinning, "Ya wanna fool around. I didn't drink all that much last night." Ha, why was he staggering in the parking lot then? I say, "Sure," and Robby says, 'Let's brush our teeth first, and I've got to take a wicked piss too." Thank God I remembered to flush the toilet after hurling up my guts last night. Was that last night?
We both get up and as we walk to the bathroom Robby puts his arm around my waist looking at me. I glance at him and he asks, "Something disagree with your stomach last night?" Oh fuck! I go, "Um, yeah, that's right I got sick. It might be a stomach flu." He hugs me, "You poor baby, and I wasn't here to take care of you. I noticed some spray around the rim of the toilet which looked suspiciously like someone barfed in there." I go, "Yeah, it was me. It would have been nice if you were here to make me feel better. I'm glad you had a good time though, that's the important thing." He gives me a frown, so hmmm, that might be overdoing it, Dylan. Robby pisses while I brush my teeth feeling guilty for lying to Robby. I get back in bed while he brushes his teeth and gargles. When he gets in bed smiling at me, I say real fast, "I lied to you, Rob. I was drunk last night and threw-up. Ryan and I smoked pot and drank too much. I never even checked my cellphone so I didn't see your text." My face is hot and red as I avert my eyes, then glance over at Robby, who's looking confused. He asks, "Why didn't you just say so? I was out drinking too. Neither one of us planned to do that, but sometimes shit happens. We're in college and that's what we do at times. It's no crime." I mumble, "I don't know why I didn't say that right off. Felt guilty I guess." He rubs my shoulder, grinning, "Hey, baby, neither of us is without faults," and it occurs to me I'm not the only one here who's got a bit of a guilty conscience. This alley cat boyfriend of mind was probably shagging Danny again last night. I'd bet on that. Robby says, "We've both agreed that for the time being anyway we have lives away from one another, ones that aren't all that important to us. When we're married and dedicated to each other we'll still have a small part of our lives separate. Not sexually of course, we'll be monogamist, but I mean socially. Small insignificant parts of our lives, not the important parts at all." Okay, that's too much information from Robby, strongly suggesting a guilty conscience. He gets his arm around me and hugs me kissing the side of my face, "Lets get sexy, baby." Boom, boom, boom goes my head again, but what's a bass drum in my head when sex is on the table?
Robby's lightly massaging my dick as he grins at me, murmuring, "I was thinking about you last night and remembering our night together the night before. It was awesome the way you were showing me love, making me feel important. I love when you refer to me as the head of our household in such a serious way too. That makes me feel ridiculously good." I grin back, ignoring the Congo drum that's replaced the bass drum pounding in my head, mumbling, "The head of our household is apparently intent on giving me a boner," and Robby grins leaning down for a sweet lovers kiss that finishes off his boner building on me. My arms go around his neck as I roll on top of him and we make-out, our heads moving a little, rubbing our noses together as out lips kiss and our tongues slide against one another. "Mmmm," from me, as I gently hump my boner against Robby's groin. Robby hasn't shaved his new whiskers since the other night and the feel of those sparse, slightly stiff hairs almost makes me cum in my PJ's. The drum in my head recedes as Robby's distinctly sexy scent takes over control of my brain and an intense love for him follows which in turn pushes his sexy scent to the side. More deep kissing as I'm squirming on top of his taut body and soon Robby's cock is as hard as mine. It's sexual perfection that I'm capable of turning him on as much as he turns me on. His hands rub over my head, his fingers in my hair on top and up the back of my head. We both are quietly moaning with sexual heat and desire. Robby's elevated sexual heat is now a fixture in my heart and head. I absolutely love that it's there turning me on to him sexually like never before. The thoughts of Robby's ever growing confidence and take-charge demeanor gives me this deep feeling of everlasting love and dependence on him. I get chills from contemplating a life with this almost perfect young man, a boy in many ways, but one I want to be with forever. The way he smells, and feels, and taste is programmed into my brain now, hardwired there and nothing could make me happier. He's my thrilling lover now without a doubt, and no one else can come close to him.
We take a rest from making out and just lay here together catching our breath while continuing to caress each other's body, our hands rubbing lightly over our tight young bodies, or our arms hugging the other, hardly believing how fantastic it feels to do either. It's deliciously wonderful to be doing this with someone I'm in true love with and one who I know loves me at least as much as I love him. I lift my head and stare into his big blue eyes. I can clearly see his macho whiskers on his upper lip and under his sideburns and can't even imagine how hot he'll be a year from now. That thought makes me shudder with sexual excitement. Lowering my head slowly until my lips feel his, we get into another sweet lovers make-out until both out pajama bottoms are wet in front with precum. Robby reaches down with both hands and pulls my pajama bottoms down past my ass, murmuring, "Roll over on your back, baby, I need to feel my cock inside your perfect ass." As I do that I kick my pajama bottoms off and lay naked on my back, pulling my legs up as Robby rustles around dropping his pajama bottoms and getting between my legs. "Pull them back further, okay?" He takes his top off and I stare at his chest and hard stomach, oh so sexy and tight. His cock is a hard bone sticking out from his shaved groin. I'm already in a lover's trance staring at my beautiful boyfriend, lover, and fiancé. Robby's sitting back on his ankles stroking that hard, fat, dripping four-inch cock. Going up on his knees slightly, he guides the head of his boner to my asshole and we both gasp when he humps his hips and pushes the head of his boner inside me. Robby's head goes back as he closes his eyes going, "Ooooh, mmmm, ooh God that feels
good."
He leans forward with a hand on either side of my chest, lowering his head until his face is a foot above mine. My arms go around his neck bringing his head down the rest of the way to mine. I rub my face against his whisker stubble, murmuring, "You're so sexy hot, Rob. My man's hot and he fuck's me
good." Robby kisses my lips as he's slowly pushing his cock up my ass spreading the lips of my asshole while the head spreads the walls of my rectum, and it's oh so tightly pressed against my prostate my shoulders shudder, as I moan, "Oooh Rob, oooh, it feels so good." One final hump of his groin against my buttocks and Robby nestles the side of his face against mine and we're tightly together. We're docked together like a space shuttle docks with the space station miles above earth, which is where I feel we are now, Robby and me. He moans, "Ummmm, you smell so sexy, Dylan. How's it feel, baby?" I grunt quietly, "Oh my God, it feels unbelievable, Rob. Fuck me hard," and the familiar, "Slap, slap, slap, slap,' sounds ensue as I squirm under him tightly holding his head down so the sides of our faces rub together. Moving only his athletic hips he steadily humps his cock up my ass over and over, each thrust feeling better than the one before it. Oh God, this feels good! Robby's got this new way of humping his hips that feel different and improved, and it's got me groveling on the bed, our faces getting sweaty together. The steady stimulation of my sensitive anus with all it's nerve endings and then there's my sphincter muscles seemingly having a trillion nerve ending of their own, although that might be due to the proximity of my super sensitive prostate. Whatever, it's feeling like the best thing in the world to me. Robby's fat cock is hitting every sensitive nerve ending it comes in contact with. His fat cock actually does that better than a longer, slimmer erect penis. To me Robby's is my favorite cock now because of it's heft and familiarity, but mostly because it belongs to my true love.
I can tell I'm not going to last very long before climaxing. Robby simply turns me on so much just being his sexy self. I was wildly aroused before his cock even entered my rectum. I wish it would last longer because there's no pleasure on earth for me like the sexual pleasure I have during anal sex with Robby. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," with Robby grunting now and picking up the speed of his cock's penetrations. I can feel his cock grow even fatter and harder as he's desperately slamming it up my ass now, making little whiny sounds of sexual arousal. His orgasm is obviously building and now mine is on me hot and heavy. I arch my back squealing as cum shoots from my cock in a tight stream hitting Robby's chest as he leans over me. My arms hug his neck even tighter as more squirts of cum shoot from my incredibly tight boner even as Robby gasps and shoots a lot of creamy warm cum into my bowels. We're both thrashing around on the bed moaning, then Robby's boner pulls out of my ass shooting cum on my butt cheeks. He lifts up and fumbles his cock back up my ass. I go, "Aaaah,"as it slides tightly back up my hugely sensitized rectum with both our bodies shuddering. Another dozen thrust up my ass, each one a little slower than the last until Robby falls on me, his cock pulling out of me again. We're both gasping in air for half a minute and then things settle down and I let out a long exhale, relaxing with Robby on top of me. I'm hugging him and doing little kisses on the side of his head feeling really good and really well fucked. I'd like to bite Robby's ear, or bite something on him. I ask quietly, "Can I suck your cock, Rob?" He nods his head, then mumbles, "Not too hard, baby. It's really sensitive." I squirm out from under him as Robby lays limply on his stomach. Sliding down the mattress I push him up on his side with Robby chuckling and me sucking his sloppy cock into my mouth and licking on it for a minute or so. I simple wanted another sexual contact of some kind with him.
I'm going to rim his ass to show him how submissive to him I can be, but Robby says, "Okay, that's enough, baby, come on up here." I slide back up and he puts his arm around me, "You can't imagine how long I've been dreaming about you finally loving me like this." I say, "I was going to rim your asshole, Rob." He grins, "That's okay, Dylan, another time. Ya know, at times during the last three years I thought you never would love me this much, but I never stopped trying to win your love and now I finally have it." I suck on my lips trying to taste his spunk, then smirk, asking, "Are you disappointed?" He laughs, then hugs me again tighter and kisses my face about ten times, "Not hardly, Dylan. There's nothing about you that disappoints me. It's more like I can hardly believe the way you love me. It's more than I ever hoped for." I go, "Yep, I love you and I'm devoted to you too. You're my man for better or for worse." He laughs, "I'm your man, huh? Every time you say that I get chills." He rocks me gently back and forth as I lay here on him in his arms, then he kisses me a long kiss on the side of my forehead, murmuring, "And you smell good too, like a baby." He's trying to lighten things up a little to keep us from slipping into maudlin, I guess. I go along with it, saying, "Ya know, Rob, as my man you've got a shit load of responsibilities. You need to make sure I'm happy and buy me presents and stuff, and surprise me once in awhile too with a trip to Key West or something. Maybe surprise me with a new mini convertible so I can get around town with the baby in style. Lots of clothes too. There's a lot that goes with being someone's man, and of course there's frequent sex, like at least two, three times a day." He's grinning, "I know, I know a shit load of stuff I need
to do and guess what... it'll be the most fun I've ever had doing all that for you and more." I go, "Oh, and a pool table too." He laughs, "Sure a pool table, of course."
I wiggle out of his arms, hop off the bed and scrimmage through one of my drawers in the bureau. I look back at him grinning as he lays in bed with his hands behind his head, his elbows sticking out. I should lick his armpits to show him how submissive to him I am. Maybe I'll remember to do that next time. Oh good, I find the engagement ring and hop back in bed showing it to him. "Do you think I should wear it? I'd like to." He laughs, then says, "Absolutely not! That ring is symbolic only, but I must say I'm glad you at least knew where it was." I go, "Of course I know where it is, it's my engagement ring, fer chrissakes. How much did it cost anyway?" I hold it up i n the light and it sparkles. Robby laughs, "A person doesn't ask how much a gift cost, that's impolite" I say, "Yeah, but I just did ask you. How much was it?" He shakes his head chuckling, then says, "Eight hundred dollars. It's only a third of a carat. The saleslady looked at me like I'm a cheapskate when I chose this one, heh heh. I told her, 'He'll like it, it's only a symbol we're engaged'. Ha ha, her eyes got wide when I said 'he'll' instead of 'she'll'... dumb bitch. " I go, "Jesus! Eight hundred dollars, that's way more than I thought. You had a lot of balls saying that to her, but that's my man!" He laughs again, then says, "Fuck her, I'm proud that you're my fiancé. I bought it with the bonus money I got at the end of the summer." Us workers got a bonus too, but not nearly that much. I say, "You got a big bonus because you were a supervisor, right?" He shrugs, "Yeah, I guess. The other supervisors got more than I did." I go, "That's not fair!" Robby goes, "Yeah, it was more than fair. Come on, take a shower with me," and that's what we do.
Afterwards, as we're getting dressed Robby gets a cellphone call. He answers it saying, "Hey, hi brother, wassup?" He listens as I look at him wondering what this call means. Robby goes, "Awesome, yeah, sure! We have a one o'clock class but we can have an early lunch with you guys. How about Connor?" He listens, "Okay, bro, see you at Fuddruckers." He tells me, "Dodger and Vinnie are gonna have lunch with us, and then they'll check out the campus and of course I'm sure Dodger will see what trouble he can get into. Vinnie going along with whatever Dodger does. Those two are cute together, don't ya think?" I go, "Yeah, cute. Lets cut the afternoon class, Rob, and see Dodger in action. It's been awhile." and he's like, "No, Dylan, we gotta improve our GPA this year." Fuck! I'd love to cut this two hour lecture. As I'm pulling khaki's on, I ask, "What about Connor?" Robby says, "He's helping Seth at work. It's inventory time and Connor is always looking to make a buck so my dad hired him to help Seth. He's paying Connor under the table from petty cash." Huh. I'd like to have seen Connor too. I miss giving him haircuts... and whatever. By the time we're dressed, then have a cup of coffee and a cigarette on the balcony, it's time to meet the boys for lunch.
Outside the rain has stopped. Robby asks, "You wanna drive my pickup, Dylan?" I go, "Sure," and I drive us to Fuddruckers. The pickup truck is a lot higher off the road than our Jeep and it's kinda fun for a change being up above the cars. It's a different perspective and I sorta understand why some guys like pickups. For me though, if you don't need a pickup for your job, drive a car. Especially women who I see driving pickups all the time. Penis envy I guess. I park next to Dodger's hand-me-down pickup and see him and Vinnie looking cool leaning up against the building smoking. Big grin from Dodger when he sees us. We walk over and he gives Robby the quick as a wink kiss on the lips hello, which I'm happy to see. Guess they're back to their brotherly loving ways, except I would think Robby would have mentioned that. I get a nice hug and squeeze from Dodger as Vinnie slaps hands with Robby and then me. He says to me, "How my favorite barber doing, Dylan, nice to see ya, dude." I give him a hug, "You too, Vinnie, then run my fingers through his short hair, asking, "Do you miss all that hair you had before I cut it off?" He goes, "Nope. I was going to have you cut my hair like my boyfriend's but he won't let me." I go, "Huh, well it's pretty short as it is, Vinnie." He looks cute and I get a kick out of the way he imitates everything Dodger does. For his part, Dodger appears oblivious to all of it. He'll give Vinnie an affectionate hug across his shoulders or around the back of his neck from time to time and it's, um, well, it's sweet.
Inside Fuddruckers we stand in the always present line, even now before noon, waiting to place our orders. Vinnie's telling Dodger something about a book he's reading. I hear him says, "Yeah, important genes usually exist in multiple copies, and that's in case one iteration gets damaged." Robby and I exchange shrugs and smirks as Dodger mumbles, "Sure, Vinnie, whatever the fuck you said." We change the subject to the Patriots football team, who are off to a weird start this year. Vinnie says, "All I know is Belichick is entrusted with plenipotentiary duties in Foxboro both as a general manager and head coach, but he might want to consider depending less on his coaching abilities, which are significant, and more on picking talented players." I go, "I think I agree with you, Vinnie. Belichick's an awesome head coach, but not an awesome general manager when it comes to picking in the draft." Vinnie, mutters, "Yeah, I just said that," and then it's Robby's turn to order. As it turns out we all order the same thing: cheeseburger and fries with sodas. Then we gets our drinks at the soda service area and grab a table to wait for the buzzer they gave us to go off indicating our food is ready. Nothing like cooked-to-order burgers.
While we're waiting I tell a joke. It's one I read online. "A guy sticks his head in the doorway of a barbershop, asking, 'How long before I can get a
haircut?' The barber looks at those waiting for a haircut, and says, "Hour and a half, I'm afraid," and the guy nods his head, muttering, 'Good,' and he's gone. This happens frequently during the next couple of weeks, but the guy never actually returns for a haircut. Finally when the guy sticks his head in to ask how long, the barber tells him an hour and the guy leaves. The barber says to Joe, who's waiting for a haircut, "I'll give you a free haircut if you follow that guy and see where he goes. This is getting weird." Joe does that and comes back two minutes later. The barber asks, "Where'd he go?" Joe laughs a bit, then says, "He went up the back stairs to your place." Robby and Dodger chuckle as Vinnie asks, "Is he robbing the barber's house?" I go, "Duh, he's porking the guy's wife." Vinnie frowns. He's book smart, but not too bright otherwise. Odd!
Dodger says, "I've got a joke too," and he goes, "On a lady's 50 th birthday she decides to get a face lift. It cost $5,000 but when the bandages come off she's thrilled with the results and can't wait to ask a stranger how old she looks. Buying a newspaper she asks the clerk at the news stand how old he thinks she is and the guy says she looks about 32. The narcissistic 50 year old woman is thrilled to tell the clerk, 'Actually I'm 50 years old'. The clerk mutters, 'No shit,' and now the 50 year old wants to hear others tell her she looks young. At McDonalds she asks the woman in front of her in line, 'Excuse me, but would you tell me how old you'd guess I am?' The woman in front of her, shrugs saying, 'You look around 28 years old,' the older woman is thrilled to say, "Nope, I'm 50 years old.' The woman in front of her mutters, 'Whoop-de-fucking-do for you'. It's so awesome to look much younger than 50 years old and she loves having her age guessed far below her actual age. After lunch she can't resist, while waiting for a bus, asking the old man standing with her, 'Sir, how old would you guess I am?' He squints, then says, 'My eyesight blows, but if I could feel your bare tits I could tell your age exactly'. This pisses the 50 year old lady off, but then she gets real curious to see if the old pervert could actually guess right, so she gives in and says, "Okay sir, go ahead and feel me up.' The old fart gets both his hands under her bra and squeezes and fondles her tits until the bus comes. After getting on the bus and paying the bus driver, they're walking down the aisle as the woman says, "Well, old timer, how old am I?' He says, "You're 50 years old.' The woman's shocked, 'How'd you know that, I look much younger?' He sits down, muttering, "I was behind you in line at McDonalds.'
That gets some loud yuck's as our buzzer goes off indicating our order is ready. We collect our food and in between wolfing it down, I ask, "What are you and Vinnie going to check out on campus, Dodger?" He says, "Oh, I've been here before. Vinnie's interested though. He's thinking about applying here for next year." This surprises me because Vinnie's gonna get scholarship offers from prestigious universities because of his grades and GPA. He's a brainiac in book learning, like I said, but his common sense is for shit. A really good kid though. I ask, "Aren't you receiving scholarship offers, Vinnie?" He says, "Oh yeah, I get 'em and my parents are real pleased about that. Free education and all. They want me to go to Stanford, MIT, Harvard, like that, but I wanna be a stand-up comedian and I figured I'd get more material here at Merrimack." Robby and I exchange frowns, then Robby asks, "Are you shitting on our college, Vinnie?" He looks perplexed, "Hell no, I just complimented it." Dodger mumbles, "It's best not to take too much of what Vinnie says literally." Vinnie goes, "Or I might join the Army. I'd also like to be a waiter in a good restaurant, so I got some career decisions to make." We let that go assuming his parents will set him straight. It's best if we keep our conversation to nonsense, shit's, and giggles. Dodger says, "Look at that freak with the shaved head, he's two tables over." We all gawk at the guy who's shaved head is covered with tattoos. His face has many tattoos too, plus it's pierced in ten or twelve places with gaudy metal rings and bars, his arms are tattoo sleeves, and the words, 'Unhappy' are tattooed on the front of his neck." I go, "Hideous," and Dodger says, "Didn't
you notice, he's wearing braces." Robby says, "Yeah, so what?" Dodger asks, "Do you think he looked in the mirror one day and thought, 'Ya know, I'd be really hot if I just got my teeth straightened'? This strikes us as so funny. The guys way past looking hot with the fucked up tattoos and piercing's, and who would even notice his teeth. We all get to laughing until the big tattooed ape looks over and stares at us. No sense in getting in a hassle with someone who's obviously deranged.
After lunch we convoy, one pickup behind the other, to Merrimack's campus and park near our lecture hall. Robby and I get our backpacks on and say goodbye to Dodger and his shadow, Vinnie. They head over to the quad and we go in the opposite direction. Robby says, "Take notes during class, Dylan. We're going to have a study period, you, me, and your twin on Friday before we head home. You're okay with coming home with me this weekend, right?" I go, "Absolutely, boss," and Robby mutters, "Good." Ryan's waiting for us on the steps of the lecture hall. He gives Robby a one arm hug while making eye contact with me, like... 'Does Robby know?' I say, "Hi, twin, did you get sick last night like I did?" We do a quick hug, "No, Dylan, I wasn't sick. What happened?" I shrug, "I guess I drank too many beers at your place, and that pot wasn't too cool." He glances at Robby, who's waving to someone, then Robby mumbles, "I'll be right back," and he walks over to talk with Danny Monday. I tell Ryan, "I told Rob we were drinking beers and smoking a little pot. No problem, but don't bring it up again, and definitely don't mention Tom. Okay?" He nods his head, then asks, "You wanna get high this afternoon?" I'm like, "No fuckin' way, dude! I'm finished with that shit. Man, I threw my guts up last night." He says, "We overdid it last night, no doubt about that, but a couple of joints won't hurt you. And anyway I promised you I was going to fuck you all over my dorm room, and I like to keep my promises." He grins at me shyly, "You liked it last night, right?" I mutter, "I can hardly remember last night. Fuck, I couldn't remember Tom's name after he dropped me off." Ryan rubs my shoulder, "Ah, come on, Dylan," and I go, "Maybe I'll share a joint with you, but no combining drinking with the dope." He nods his head real fast like he does and that makes me grin because he's cute. I look around, then push his glasses up his nose and kiss him on the lips real fast. We both look around and luckily there's still no one
looking our way.
Robby waves at us, "Come on, guys." and we follow him up the steps. Ryan says, "I like this class," and I shrug, mumbling, "I gotta takes a lot of notes. We're having Rob's study group Friday and I want to have all the answers to his questions." Ryan gooses me, mumbling, "Who's the brown-noser now?" Inside the building we're walking down the steps towards the front of the lecture hall. On the way I bump fists with Dougie and Jamie getting cute grins from both of them. A couple of cute hottie's. This class is available for freshman and sophomores. Then Judy Rinker stops me, asking, "Why doesn't your brother call me?" I'm like, "I don't know. Why don't you call him?" and she's like, "I've sent him texts."I go, "I'll tell him to call, alright?" She says, 'You better," and as I catch up with Robby and Ryan I'm wondering, "How'd I get in the middle of Chubby's sex life?" We sit in our Robby-assigned seats, Ryan first, then Robby, with me on his right. Robby's looking so cool I squeeze the back of his neck just to touch him. He turns to me, saying, "Pay attention to the professor." Oh boy, there's that confident bossiness again. To increase the thrill, I say, "Yes, Rob." Ha ha, this is so much fun.
The first half of this two hour class goes by quicker than I expected because I was taking notes all through it. We have a break after fifty minutes so we go outside for a smoke. Robby says, "Why don't you guys come and watch the baseball game this afternoon," and Ryan goes, "Sure, I'd like that. How 'bout you, Dylan?" I'm like, "Absolutely. What time do you start, Rob?" He says, "It's a three-thirty start so we can get at least four or five innings in before it gets too dark to play. We can't use the outdoor lights because it's only a practice game, mostly for fun." I'm sort of bumping into Robby as he talks, cause I'm feeling sexily squishy inside with the hot's for him. It's like so cool to have the hot's for him all the time now. My dick's all squirmy in my pants thinking we'll be in bed together in about eight or nine hours. If it wasn't for this damn baseball game it'd be only an hour or so before we could have a 'nooner' back at the apartment. Unfortunately this class isn't over until three and that leaves only a half hour before the game. Then I glance at Ryan thinking maybe we can sneak a quickie in during the game somehow. Robby and Ryan are laughing about something I didn't hear because I'm trying to think of a way Ryan could give me a quick fuck, maybe when we go for some snacks during the game.
I hear Robby ask, "Why so quiet, Dylan?" I go, "Huh? Oh, I was thinking about this class. Did you notice me taking all those notes, Rob?" Ryan mumbles, "Brown-noser," and Robby laughs as I give a playful slap to the back of Ryan's head. He grabs my hand and squeezes it hard, showing off his new found strength, and I go, "Ow! Goddammit!" Robby says, "You twins are at it again. Act your age!" Ryan lets go of my hand, mumbling, "I was just kidding around." We head in for the second half of the class as I'm thinking that Robby's recent surge in sexy heat has me hornier than ever. Oh well, nothing's perfect, but do I ever have it bad for him now, and it's like I'm always horny. Hustling to catch up with Robby I walk closely by his side, saying, "It's Ryan who's acting like a brat, Rob." He looks at me with a grin, "Um, didn't I tell you to call me 'Robby', like you used to?" I shrug, "You're too cool and sexy-hot to be a 'Robby', Rob." He chuckles, "Okay, whatever you say, baby." I put my arm across his shoulders and whisper, "How about we get sexy right after your game, you know, before dinner?" He grins, "You got it, babe. That's if your brother's not home." I go, "We can get sexy in your pickup like we used to." He grins again, "Okay, sure." Damn, he's hot! He adds, "But for now, Dylan, lets concentrate on the second half of this class." I nod my head real fast like Ryan does and then get pissed-off at myself. I told myself I wouldn't throw myself at Robby because he might start taking me for granted. Walking down to our seats and backpacks, Robby stop to talk with a teammate. Ryan and I sit down and I ask him, "Has Rob, you know, did you and him do it?" Ryan says, "None of your business, brown-noser," but he's grinning so I assume they got laid sometime, but when did they have the opportunity? I mumble, "Don't try putting that brown-noser tag on
me, Ryan. We both know you're the king of brown-noser's where Rob's concerned." Robby joins us and Ryan moves out of his seat.
I've got half a boner in my pants through most of the second hour of this lecture and it feels good, but like I mentioned I'm horny again. Maybe that pot has increased my sex drive after all, which is something I wouldn't have believed possible. Naturally I've Goggled 'oversexed' and of course they've got medical terms like hypersexuality or hyper-sexual disorder. Sexual addiction for guys is called 'satyriasis', and then the familiar, 'nymphomaniac' for females. It could be my overactive libido or sex drive is caused by a build-up of too many chemicals like guys sometimes get at puberty, you know too much testosterone. It's like I'm in a perpetual puberty or something. I don't consider it a problem of course, I was just curious so I checked Google and discover it's not just me that's oversexed. I think that's what Tiger Woods was treated for after it came out he was fucking like thirty different woman. I'm small time compared to that, so like I said it no real problem overall. I'm kinda glad I have it actually, ha ha. Consider the poor bastards who have the opposite problem. That's the real concern, not what I have. Robby whispers, "Notes, Dylan!" Oh yeah, and I start taking notes feverishly.
After class as we're walking down to the baseball complex when we run into Dodger and Vinnie smoking and talking to a couple of freshman-looking guys.
Robby calls to Dodger who looks over, bumps fists with the guys, and comes
sauntering over with Vinnie following. Dodger says, "I was asking those guys where I can score some pot." Robby mutters, "Ask Dylan," and I point to Ryan, saying, "He has some, not me. Ask Ryan." Robby tells Dodger, "Okay, there's your answer to the pot question. You know I don't smoke it, and Dylan didn't used to either. Why'd you start now, Dylan?" Fucking Dodger! I confessed to Robby that I was smoking it last night and he was willing to let it slide and now he's curious about it and giving me the third degree. I shrug, "I'm in college, what the fuck. That's the time in life you try stuff, be a little reckless." Dodger goes, "Yeah, what's the big deal? Smoking pot's better than drinking booze and getting drunk." Robby shakes his head, muttering, "Whatever. I'm not your mother, but you can get in more trouble with the cops getting caught smoking pot than drinking beer underage. Just saying..." Dodger walks over to Ryan, "Have I ever told you, Ryan, you're a hot looking dude?" Ryan mumbles, "That would be 'no' since you've never before talked to me." Vinnie mutters to me, "He's not a hot looking dude." I squeeze the back of Vinnie's neck, asking, "Jealous?" He goes, "Yeah, I am. I'm a hotter looking dude then that guy." Robby goes, "Lets get going, guys." I walk with Robby as Dodger tries conning Ryan into sharing some of his pot, with Vinnie watching closely. Robby says, "I wish you wouldn't smoke that shit, babe, it's habit forming." I go, "Not from smoking it once or twice it isn't and anyway it made me sick so I'm off it." Robby goes, "Good, I'm glad to hear that."
Dodger catches up with us, asking, "Can we get in the gymnasium or whatever it's called here?" I say, "Your brother's a big deal jock, of course he can get you in." Robby's like, "Yeah, sure, Dodger, but it's actually the indoor track and field and tennis facility. We can't stay long, I've got a practice game to play." I ask Dodger, "Did you get any pot from Ryan?" He says, "Nah, that dweeb won't sell me any. Says he promised his supplier no reselling." Robby's like, "Way to go Ryan!" and Dodger goes, "Tell him to sell me some, Robby. He'll listen to you." Robby's like, "Nope, it's none of my business." I ask Dodger, "Why do you want to see the track and field facility?" He goes, "I don't, Vinnie does." I'm not taking this any further, I don't want to know why Vinnie wants to see it. We walk over and find the doors are open. We hear tennis balls being hit back and forth. "There ya go, Dodger, looks like the tennis team is having practice. Act like you two belong and no one will be the wiser. Don't steal anything though, and when you're done come down to the baseball field and watch us play." Dodger shrugs, "I don't know, maybe." We leave them as Robby tells Ryan, "I'm glad you didn't sell my brother pot." That gets Ryan grinning, then smirking at me like he just scored some brownie points with Robby. Damn pain in my ass, but still he can be so cute at times. It's settled, I'm gonna get me a quickie from my twin during the game. I won't need to ask him twice, except now that I think about it, Robby's and my side-sex isn't supposed to be initiated by us. Hmmm, well I can get Ryan to suggest it. That shouldn't be hard, he's as horny as me... that cute satyriasis. Ha ha.
Robby leaves us at the bleachers and goes into the locker room to change into cleats and the baseball top of his uniform, and get his glove too I guess. I purposely bump against Ryan, saying, "Hi hottie," and he goes, "Hi yourself," and while smirking cutely he gooses me. This will be a piece of cake, but where can we do it? I'm looking around as Ryan squeezes the back of my neck, then runs his fingers through my hair, asking, "You gonna let me give you your next haircut, like I want you to?" I say, "I just might because you're sexy." He says, "You want it again, don't ya?" I look surprised, "No, is that what you're thinking?" He grins, "Yes, it's exactly what I'm thinking except Marty's in my dorm room sleeping." I shrug, "So, that's out," and he's like, "It's great we're back being fuck buddies again. Remember back in the day when you were asking me to fuck you all the time, nagging me to do it, and I'd do you three or four times a day?" My dick tightens-up as I say, "I never asked you for it." He says, "Yeah, you did, and now it's like I'm thinking I'll give you a quick fuck in that locker room over there. You know, when the games going on and everyone is out here." I go, "Think again, mister overconfident." He squeezes my nose, "You want it, who are you kidding." I go, "Well, I don't want us in a funk with each other again, so if you insist I guess it'll be okay." He says, "I insist," and then Rex Louis calls him, "Yo, Ryan, get over here a second." Ryan says, "Huh, he's never talked to me without Marty being with us. He probably heard about the pot I have." I ask, "What'd Marty say about the condition of the room last night?" Ryan laughs, "He was pissed, what do you think? But, like I said, he's been fucking me so we smoked a few joints together from the bag I bought from Tom, then Marty fucked me wildly and that smoothed things over." I'm incredulous, "In your condition last night, you smoked more pot and then got fucked?" He giggles, "Yeah, it was hot too, but we're not supposed to kiss and tell about side-sex, remember?" I go, "You're a satyriasis, you know that." He goes, "I probably am although I have no fucking idea what that is. I gotta see what Rex wants. Be right back."
In a couple of minutes he's back, telling me, "Damn! I'll have to take a rain check on this afternoon, Dylan. Rex wants me and him to get Marty up and
I'm trying to get tight with these guys so I gotta go." I go, "What? You're leaving me to go off with him?" Ryan says, "I'm really sorry, but I'd like to have more than just two friends at college and I room with Marty so, ya know." Dammit! I mutter, "Yeah, sure, go ahead." He says, "Thanks for understanding, Dylan. Maybe we can get together later. I know you want me to fuck you." I shrug, "I don't know, maybe," and he trots off. Being oversexed ain't always great. I sit in the bleachers watching the baseball team come out and start throwing the ball around. Maybe Dougie and his roommate, Jamie, might wander by. The game starts and as usual I enjoy watching Robby. I root for him too, and to me any baseball game is fun to watch. Then I see the cute English lad that's in Ryan dormitory. I saw him there last night, two doors down from Ryan's room. Wow, he really is cute too. He's by himself sitting at the top of the bleachers. It's a long shot, but I'm gonna see what he's like to talk to and see if my poorly functioning gaydar picks up any vibes from him. I gotta be casual about this though. Fuck, I still feel a little shy meeting someone for the first time. Not like I used to be, of course, and I'm not always shy. Sometimes I'm damn forward and wise-ass about it, but this kid sort of is intimidating somehow. Maybe it's his cool accent. Hmmm, this could be very interesting.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat29@yahoo.com
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