DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 27
By Donny Mumford
Yesterday was a good day and it would probably be considered a good day by most college students, or non-college student my age, for that matter. Lots of laughs to go with some moderate drinking, some sports spectating, and of course some hot sex thrown in for good measure. Who wouldn't like a day such as that. Laying here next to Robby this bright Wednesday morning I'm smiling because we have no classes today. Plus, there's the little matter of Robby saying last night that he and I are going to stay in bed this morning and have sex, sex, sex! Sex until we're satisfied we've had enough; a worthy goal and one well worth our time. Also, no hangover this morning so that's one more reason to smile, although this is definitely too early to wake up. I need to take this opportunity to sleep-in. Checking my watch I see it's the time I normally would get-up... seven o'clock, in other words. The clock in my brain is responsible for this unfortunate early awakening so the
right thing to do is let Robby sleep and go back to sleep myself. Yeah, that way we'll be well rested for our expected sex play to come. In that regard, my usual musings about being oversexed doesn't seem a valid concern, not when Robby's a willing participant. I guess I'm thinking that way because he's always been more mature and serious, certainly more so than me, and that's true for just about everything I can think of. He's more focused on what his goals are too, so if he feels our sex life isn't out of the ordinary why should I? Glancing at him laying here next to me my heart goes pitter-patter at how cute and sexy he is. He's got a really hot body and I love that boyish voice of his, but best of all is his new-found confidence that gets my dick feeling all squirmy in my pants most of the time. Not that I have pants on now since we went to bed naked last night. Moving my leg over to Robby's, then sliding my whole body against his I'm enjoying the way he feels and smells. It's a faint sexy clean natural scent that always registers in my brain as very, very special. His body is tight with a nicely defined physique. My fingers lightly ruffle through his blond hair, so full and soft and clean. I shampooed it for him when we took a shower together last night, which for me is a sexy thing to do. Others might think shampooing another guy's hair repugnant. Too bad for them.
Taking a deep breath, I'm feeling good about things in general, that is until I remember something disturbing from last night. It's when Chubby casually mentioned that I've lost some of my playfulness, some of the fun of everyday life he used to see from me, and I care deeply what he thinks about me. He's inferring, I suppose, that Robby has too much influence on my general outlook. I know Chubby feels the way Dodger does about Robby and me getting engaged. They think it's goofy, but like Robby says, he and I aren't like everyone else. Chubby hinted that I'm making some bad choices where Robby's concerned, which is more of a significant concern for me than Dodger's evaluation of Robby's and my relationship. And that's true even though in many ways Dodger's mirrors my brother's. They used different words but it comes down to the same thing. They're both disapproving of the influence they claim Robby has over me. I can't see anything wrong with it myself though. I'm apparently not seeing what they're seeing and I'm infinitely closer to the situation than they are, so who's more qualified to make that judgement? Still, there's a niggling thing in the back of my brain I can't get my mind around that's bothering me a little. Something that's not right about Robby and me. It's frustrating that I can't bring it into focus. Oh fuck it! I overanalyze and second guess myself about everything. That's where Robby's so good. He decides something and just moves ahead with it without looking back. As odd a thought as it is, I even considered the possibility that there might be jealousy involved in both Dodger's and my brother's criticism. Dodger almost admitted that was part of it with him, which is flattering although misguided. It has always been shit's and giggles with Dodger and me... nothing romantic in the least. Then there's Chubby who maybe feels Robby's become more important in my life than him, which is never gonna happen. Maybe Robby can someday be equally as important, but no one will ever be more important than Jeffrey Romaro to me. Impossible for anyone to match the
years and years of experiences we've had together, especially when for so long it was Chubby and me against the world.
Turning over, away from Robby, I'm realizing it's a turn-on looking at him, which isn't helping me fall back to sleep. But instead of going back to sleep, I now wonder about Ryan. It's good that he's making friends although I'm worried his marijuana usage may turn into a problem. A problem that could escalate. That damn Tom Love showed up at the worst possible time the other day. I learned my lesson that night with him and Ryan. I'm now off that weed shit for good, whereas Ryan's continuing to use it in his effort to make friends. It's a concern as I still have real feelings for that cute little guy. He and I have a bit of a history together too, albeit not a long one. Until fairly recently I'd never experienced super sexual heat for anyone like I felt for Ryan for a month or two there when we were insanely hot for each other. Oh my God that was some hot sex. The thing is, our sexual heat was without real romantic love, or any serious kind of love at all, except love of the sex of course. I had basically the same situation with Willie for a time too. With both Willie and Ryan it was a higher than normal level of buddy-sex, but when ya get right down to it it's still buddy sex. A hot, hot version of buddy-sex that's not likely to ever be duplicated with either of them again. Now with Robby, the sexual heat between us is comparable to that I felt with Ryan, but with real love on top of the heat. A combination that can't be beat. I'm beginning to wonder about the possibility I'm getting over the need for a truly dominant sex partner too. Of course I say
that without having experienced a truly dominant sex partner for some time now, so... I don't know for sure.
And that makes me think of Sonny, which gets me pulling my pud for a bit because he's one hot little dominant fucker. The fact he's younger and smaller than me just adds to his dominant attractiveness as far as I'm concerned. Wow, I've never seen anyone pull off dominant sex like he does it. He does it with that constant cute grin on his face too, his unique devilish grin. Plus he goes about everything with absolute certitude, positive he knows what's going to happen next. Sonny processes a confidence you don't see every day and certainly not in someone who's just recently turned eighteen. Damn, I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about it. Maybe I'll see Sonny on Saturday. Yeah, Sonny and a few other posse boys have been texting me about getting free haircuts. I enjoy most of the boys quite a bit and I guess we sort of bonded over the summer. It's fun giving them haircuts too, so why not do it if I've got the time. Yeah, and then there's my new interesting friend, Freddie from London town. He's interesting alright, sexy and very cool as well. There's something about him that intrigues me. That fuckin' accent of his is cool too. And, holy shit, what a great head of hair on that kid. Hmmm, I think he might be gay too, although I'm not sure. Yeah, he very well may have been sending me feelers with his remark about jerking me off, and also him calling cigarettes 'fags'. There were a few other things like that he dropped into our conversation that I can't remember right now. He was also very forthright about not having a girlfriend. Straight guys usually lie about that not wanting to admit they either don't have one, or sometimes they'll say they just broke-up with one.
On the other hand, maybe it was more Freddie's general demeanor that makes me think it's better than a fifty/fifty chance he's got some gay leanings. It'll be fun to find out, and I will find out. I mean, since my side-sex has almost totally evaporated what with me turning it down so frequently it frees me up now to explore Freddie's sexual orientation without guilt. Reducing side-sex is basically part of my commitment of working toward a monogamist relationship with Robby, but I've been grossly overdoing it now that I think about it. Ya know what, more and more I'm thinking it's too early in the game for that level of commitment. It really is! I've got more wild fucking oats to sow and Robby probably does too. Why torture ourselves? Yeah, we're getting ahead of ourselves big time considering we've barely left our teen years. So ya know, I'm conflicted and why shouldn't I be? I mean, since when don't I listen to Chubby and he contends something's amiss in my life. He knows me better than anyone and he says some of the fire and lust for life in me has gone out. It's gotta be the result of me eliminating side-sex too soon. Chubby and me really need a heart to heart talk anyway about a number of things, not the least of which is me reinforcing how special he is in my life. I also need to get more insight into how he thinks I'm messin' myself up. Maybe a little foot action to reconnect to our old days and old times is in order too. Past adventures with Chubby still represent most of the best times of my life.
I manage to fall back to sleep somewhere along the way and now when I wake up it's quarter after eight and Robby's not in bed. Looking at the bathroom I see the door's closed. Robby always closes the bathroom door and, heh heh, Chubby never does. Ha ha, that ballsy brother of mine. Yes, I've definitely got to get him to check my feet. Make sure they're okay and I also like watching the lap of his pants poke out as he springs a boner. That fucking foot fetish of his is something weird alright. Fuck, all fetishes are weird, that is if you don't have the fetish yourself. If you do have a fetish of some kind it can be fun as long as the fetish isn't running your life. Hey, wait a minute! My infatuation with being dominated during sex is a fetish of sorts. If it's not I don't know what else it could be. Anyway, the point for me to consider is the possibility it is in fact influencing my life too significantly. Hmmm, this could be the root of why Chubby thinks Robby's too influential in my life. I've never before had a serious relationship with someone I take orders from, not for more than a day or two. Then it's like 'drop dead please' and get lost until the next time I want to mess around sexually with sub/dom stuff. That's the way it was with Willie, Ray, Sonny, Junior when I was at the shore, and others. Short periods of sub/dom play. A temporary sexual high and then back to normal day to day life. Now though it's more constant with Robby, day after day. That's through no fault of his I should add because it's been me who's been trying to get him to be in-charge like, um, forever. Huh! Something to think about. Robby's in-charge demeanor perhaps has encouraged me to eliminate side-sex too drastically and too soon. In other words I'm overdoing it. Overdoing something is certainly not new for me. It's good to be able to see and admit one's mistakes the way I can. Now, what to do about it? Hmmm...
Robby breaks into my musings when he comes out of the bathroom smiling at me, naked as the day he was born, saying, "Get up sleepy head and lets get some coffee and a smoke." I go, "Aren't you forgetting something? I believe you said we'd have sex all morning?" He goes, "Oh yeah, that's right, I did," and he takes three giant steps and jumps in bed on top of me. "Ow, you hit my nuts with your knee." He's giggling, ruffling my hair and laying on me, then a kiss or two before I say, "Time out, I need to take a piss." I'm also naked as the day I was born walking into the bathroom looking back at Robby, who's smirking at me. This is going to be fun. I take my piss, wash my face and hands and brush my teeth. Robby's dried cum from last night is on the back of my legs and butt cheeks so I wet a washcloth and clean that too. I'm still drying my ass as I walk back into the bedroom, saying, "You know what? You're right, lets just have a coffee and a cigarette." He goes, "Oh no you don't. Get that cute ass of yours over here!" Ha! Just wanted to see if he's really up for this. Silly question because Robby's as oversexed as me, er, I don't mean oversexed, I mean just as sexually interested and active as me. That works out well for both of us when we're together, although not always as well when we're not.
This time I jump on top of him purposely trying to land on his balls for payback, but I miss. We wrestle around getting lots of skin to skin contact. Wrestling is a damn good activity in that regard. Huh, I should have gone out for the wrestling team way back as a freshman in high school. Yeah, except I didn't realize I was gay back then, being late to the party ya might say, and then fat Carl changed all that. Robby gets on top of me again and we end-up kissing sloppily until we're both dragging our hard boners against each other's body leaving streaks of precum here and there. It gets very hot and sexy leading up to a hard fucking with Robby bouncing off my back. No talking, but lots of moaning for a delightful ten minutes or so before every nerve ending in my body screams at me with delicious intensity and my boner fires a long stream of cum on the sheet, and while my whole body is still shuddering from my big climax Robby fills me up to overflowing with his creamy spunk. A little sweaty, we cling to each other rubbing our bodies together until we're exhausted, then just lay next to each other with our hands caressing each other. Deep breaths until finally I say, "You really know how to make me feel good, Rob. God, I love our sex together." He rolls up on his side, supported by his elbow next to me as I lay on my back looking into his big blue eyes. From above me he's grinning at me, then he says, "Ya know, those words you said a minute ago are music to my ears, Dylan, but, um, didn't I always make you feel good when we had sex together?" I shrug, "Yeah, sure, but like with everything else, practice makes perfect." He grins at me, murmuring, "I gotta get a taste of your dick," and he leans down to suck on my cock licking off remnants of my cum. It gets me hard again and I'm soon squirming on the bed and playing with his hair.
Chuckling about something with my cock still in his mouth, Robby then slides his mouth off it, lays on me and kisses my lips, then says, "You're very sexy, do you know that? It's like I'm helpless around you." I shrug again, "So? You're sexy too." Robby shakes his head, "No, not like you, baby! Your sexiness is way up there higher than anyone else's. You even look sexy without trying. And I mean all the time. Your eyes and those lips of yours, sexy with a capitol 'S', and your ass!" I've heard that from others, but when I'm staring at myself in the mirror I can't see what they see. I'm cute I admit, but the so-called sexy 'look' alludes me. As far as I'm concerned I look like most guys in that regard. It's one of the mysteries of life: who perceives who as sexy, and why. It's different for different people, but gay guys often think I'm sexy for some reason, so far be it from me to complain about it. Robby and I lay together touching and talking about ourselves which eventually leads to Robby's favorite subject: the two of us married with children. He reiterates the part where he has a good job with his dad's firm and I stay home with the baby. I can't help but think his reiterating this concept so often is maybe to reinforce it in my mind. It's one of the things I want to talk to him about when we go out to dinner Saturday night. We're going to our favorite restaurant where our favorite waiter serves us cocktails. Cocktails loosen the tongue and reduce inhibitions so I'll be able to better articulate my concerns about some of Robby's vision. For now though, I don't want to put a damper on this morning's festivities so I play along with him. "You know, Rob, I've been wanting to have a serious discussion with you about the need for you to buy us a pool table. I haven't mentioned this much up till now, but it's vital we get one because I need an activity to prevent me from becoming bored senseless sitting around the house all day with the baby. And ya know, taking care of a baby requires like a total of like forty-five minutes to an hour a day at the most. They sleep all the time and I'm not big on watching TV, especially not the shit that's on during the day. Jesus, dude, give me a break with that!"
Robby thinks about this awhile as I stare at him wondering what's the fucking problem about getting a pool table. Finally he says, "We'll see, Dylan, but money might be a little tight at first, especially if I'm buying us that bargain priced brand new condo. Most newly weds do not move right into their own home like I plan for us. And anyway, it's not just the baby you need to take care of, there's cleaning the house and shopping for food and taking the baby to the pediatrician. Ya know, there's more to being a stay at home, um, dad, then just feeding the baby and changing diapers. I was thinking we should go old-school with the diapers too, and use cloth for the kid. They'll be softer and way less expensive. So, there's another thing you'll need to do, ya know, wash the diapers." I'm staring at him thinking he'll probably break out laughing any second now, but he doesn't. Instead he says, "And preparing our meals and, oh yeah, I'll probably want to have the guys who work for me over for dinner with their girlfriends or spouses... maybe on a monthly basis. That's how you form a close knit group and get everyone bonding together, so you'll need to be planning that sort of thing too. Oh, and taking my suits to the cleaners and picking them up, stuff like that. You can save us some money washing an ironing my shirts yourself. Oh, and also when little Robby's a toddler, you'll plan 'play dates' with other moms and their toddlers. Lots of stuff, Dylan, you won't have time to get bored." He running his fingers through my hair telling me all this while I'm staring back at him with an incredulous expression on my face. I'm speechless actually.
After a bit, with me not saying anything, he asks, "What? Something wrong?" Well where the fuck do I start? I'm shaking my head slowly side to side wanting to say, 'Are you out of your fucking mind?' but instead all I can come up with is, "When did we decide the baby would be named after you?" He shrugs, "I just assumed he'd be named after his dad," and then he adds real fast, "I'm not saying you're his mom. Um, yeah, we're both dads, you're one hundred percent correct there and I see your point. Damn, I guess I always thought of him as a little 'Robby' though. You know, when I'm planning things. I mean his name would be 'Robert' of course, like mine, but we'd call him Robby like you used to call me." Well this simply sucks! It's all so fucked-up I can't pick out one thing to dispute, until I finally say, "Cleaning? how about a fucking cleaning lady? Did you ever think of that?" He says seriously, "It's just until I get promoted that we'd need to be tight with a dollar, and I'll help with the cleaning. You know, um, a little bit on weekends maybe... um, once in awhile." Being sarcastic, I go, "Weekends? Won't you be off golfing or something?" He goes, "Hmmm, you're right, I should probably take up golf. Good point, baby. See what I mean about both of us talking about everything and bouncing ideas off one another? I never thought about golf, but lots of business gets done on a golf course, you're right on with that. We'll work together on our plans as time goes by. It's still at least two years off, so we have lots of time." Oh brother, that's the first thing he's said that makes any fucking sense at all. I'm like, "We have a lot to talk about, you're so fucking right about that. Lets do some of that talking Saturday night. For now though lets talk about something else, anything else."
Robby's grinning at me, "I know what's going on here. You're just now realizing there's more to being a stay at home dad than you thought, right? Am I
right?" I go, "There's more scenarios for stay at home dad's than just yours, Robert." He laughs, "Robert, huh? No, seriously, we can talk about anything you want. Is it washing the diapers that bothers you?" I go, "Washing two or three diapers a day isn't the real sticking point, Robert. I'll get rubber gloves and be done with that in two fucking minutes. It's everything else and I can't understand why you are unable to see the value of buying a pool table. You want your wife to be happy don't you." He's like, "Oh, that's another thing, I don't really want to call you my wife." I mutter, "Sarcasm, Robert, it was sarcastic." He nods his head, but ignores that, "I know it's done within some gay couples, calling one the husband and the other the wife, but I'd rather we think of another title for you. Just because you'll be effectively acting the part of my wife doesn't mean we need to use that designation. We can if you want, I'm just saying I'd rather not as of now. Maybe two years from now we'll think differently about it." I'm giving him a blank stare, until he finally says, "Okay, you can call yourself my wife if you want. Jesus, don't make a big deal out of it." Now I'm unconsciously smelling the back of my hand until I unexpectedly burst out laughing. Robby is so fucking clueless, it's actually hysterically funny when ya get right down to it. I can't stop laughing and he's like, "What? Tell me, what is it?" as he chuckles along with me, not knowing why. Oh man, I'm laughing my ass off at his absurd vision of our married life. Through my laughing I manage to say, "Golfing." and laugh some more. It's all so stupid. Finally I calm down and mumble, "We've got a lot to discuss, Robert," and I start laughing again.
Oh boy, that's too much, but now Robby's looking concerned, "Are you making fun of me, Dylan?" I shake my head, "No, Rob, it's just some of the things you're envisioning aren't going to happen, that's all. Not even close! Ya know, we're too serious about everything, you and me. We need to lighten-up
about all these plans. We were nineteen year old teens a few weeks ago, so we're basically kids. The important part of your vision is we get married in two to three years. That's set in stone, um, just about. Everything else is up for negotiation and we've got tons of time to finalize how we're going to go about our married life. It may not look any-fucking-thing like you envision it and that's mostly because two to three years is a long time and things change. Unknown, unimaginable things pop up and change stuff. That's all I'm saying." He goes, "I know that, but for now, as of now, what do you want to change about my plans for us? Is it the diapers?" I go, "No, I already told you it'll take two minutes to wash two diapers, or I'll throw them in the fucking washing machine, fer chrisakes. That's nothing. It's a lot of... no, lets hold off until Saturday night when we'll take one or two topic, at the most, and analyze the shit out of just those two things. Then another time we'll discuss two more things and do that over and over for the next three years until we get it right." Robby goes, "Is that a veiled reference to the diapers?" I start laughing again and he starts tickling me and laughing along with me. Okay, I know Robby is innocently naive about a lot of things, but it's kinda cute actually. We'll get straightened out with all his 'visions' over time. Oh man! Take his suits to the cleaners... Ha ha, rightttt! Oh God, he's funny with that shit.
We goof around wrestling and kissing, me breaking out with giggles every time I think of Robby's details for married life. What a dreamer, but a cute lovable dreamer. He says, "I'm not sure what's so funny this morning, but I've got a surprise for you. In honor of the fact you like the sub/dom sex nonsense so much I'm going to humor you by tying you up before fucking you. How do you like that?" I mutter, "Oh no, not that!" He grins at me as he's taking the pillow case off my pillow and then ties my hands with it, saying, "Be careful what you wish for, boyfriend." Heh heh, I could pull my hands out of this clumsy pillow case tie without hardly trying, but I want to let him have his fun. Actually, he's doing this for my benefit I assume, so that's another reason not to ruin it for him. His pillowcase he uses to tie my ankles together. He smacks my ass, saying, "Get on your hands and knees, slave!" Oh no, he's been watching BDSM porn, maybe the same ones Sonny watches. It takes all my well-known significant willpower not to laugh out loud again as I get on my hands and knees. "Smack, smack, smack," on my ass with Robby chuckling. "There, you've been punished you bad boy, now suck my cock," and he walks around in front of me on his knees instead of ordering me to turn around the way it should be done. Whatever he wants... ha ha. He goes up on his knees holding out his cock so I can suck it into my mouth which I'm happy to do, and so what if it was up my ass earlier this morning. Sucking and licking that fat penis of his turns it into a hard wooden saliva dripping dowel in two minutes with Robby grunting and moaning, squirming around on the bed so much he almost pulls his cock out of my mouth. When he does pull it out, making a quiet moan, "Mmmm," his boner is sticking straight out from his groin. "Tight," he mutters, and then walks on his knees again, getting behind me this time. His hard cock pokes my asshole as Robby's rubbing the palms of his hand tightly up my back and then, "Ooh!" in goes his cock with Robby grunting. The lips of my anus are immediately sensitized and now it's me squirming on the mattress. "Smack!" on my ass, "Stay still, slave!" I try not to move around as he slowly pushing his cock up my ass.
Oh God, that feels good. The sensations in my rectum cause my back to arch and my shoulders to shudder on their own. He grips my hips leaning against my buttocks, then swivels his hips getting a moan from me, "Ooooh, Rob, um, um," and off we go again, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds in my ears as he drives his cock up my ass, not frantically because we just recently fucked.
a tantalizing ten or twelve minutes of quiets murmurs and the steady "Slap, slap, slap," sound of his body smacking into mine. His moving boner, back and forth inside me, sensitizes the lips of my asshole and that wonderfully
sensitive prostate that's now pulsing sexual pleasure signals to my brain. My entire rectum, along with my cock and balls, participate in creating that uniquely deliciously sexy feeling of anal sex. His hard fat cock riding back and forth past my anus and over my prostate has me murmuring, 'Mmm, feels good," as this wonderful sex act continues until it reaches that point when extreme sexual arousal kicks in and impending climax reaches the tipping point. Now it's only a matter of how many more penetrations until the inevitable supernova of sexual pleasure explodes in my brain. Impossible to describe the intensity of a quickly approaching climax and I'm desperately squirming on the bed and pushing my ass back against his thrusts while whining with anticipation. Fantastic sensations continue building around my anus and prostate, as I blubber, "Ooh, ooh, ummm," moving my head and sucking on my lips. Continuous stimulation of nerve endings increasing relentlessly until they're at insane levels of sexual pleasure with me continuing to push my ass up at his quicker thrusts, desperate now to experience yet another orgasm this morning. My head's back and my body's tingling all over with nerve endings alive and sparkling as his cock slides tightly and relentlessly inside my rectum. Nothing can prevent the mind-blowing orgasm that's approaching like a runaway freight train. Robby too is apparently sensing his orgasm coming on hot and heavy as he lays his chest on my back, his arms around my chest, his hips flying back and forth driving that penis piston, murmuring in my ear, "So tight, feels too good to be real," another thrust and,
"Aaaah, ooh," and then, "Ummmm, I'm gonna cum, Dylan, oooh, aaah," and faster thrust now with his knees hopping off the bed and me going, "Aaaaah, oooh, Robby!" We climax at almost the same time. Muscles tighten and my hips thrust forward for each of the three short streams of cum that sizzle up from my balls and out my hard cock to splat on the sheets. They fire out rapidly creating way more sensations than I expected from this second sexual act today. I'm holding my breath as two more spurts of cum shoot from my cock leaving it quivering and me gasping for breath. I didn't even feel Robby's cum shooting into my bowel but I sure noticed the slipperiness inside my rectum and the extra warmth for a second there. Now his boner's sliding easily back and forth past my gripping anus that's still spastic with sizzling sensations making me moan and squirm under his body. He reaches forward with both hands pulling back on my wrists and I go down flat on the mattress, my tied hands now under me uncomfortably, and my tied legs flat on the bed behind me. Robby fuck's me for another two minutes laying fully on me, his body hopping up off me, his cock driving back up my ass as he comes back down on my back, his hot breath on the side of my face and his quiet moans of sexual pleasure buzzing in my ears . Then he stops and breaths nosily, his sweaty face against the side of my head. His cock's still up my ass and the 'filled-up' sensation in my rectum causes my shoulders to shudder one last time as my toes curl. We lay like this for a few minutes before Robby, with a hand on either side of my chest does a pushup pulling his cock from my ass and then he flops on the bed laying on his stomach next to me.
It takes me two seconds to pull my feet out of the tied pillowcase and less to free my hands. We're both on our stomachs with the side of our faces flat on the mattress looking at one another, he grins, asking quietly, "How was that, slave?" Actually it may have been the worst sub/dom experience of my life, but I absolutely loved every second of it because it was with the naive albeit adorable love of my life. I smile at him, "Fantastic! That's how it was, master." He gets analytical, "You know, with your legs tied together it tightened your ass bringing more of your buttocks into the fuck. It really felt good. You've got the hottest ass on earth anyway, and it's nice knowing it belongs to me, mostly. There are occasional exceptions to that due to our advanced and mature open minded outlook about side sex being important in the sowing of our wild oats. Right, slave?" I'm nodding my head grinning at him. He gets so excited about anything that involves 'us'. It's a fun thing to witness and it's contagious too. Makes me feel great. There isn't a thing that's phony about Robby. He has some fucked-up ideas about our married life, but there's nothing phony about them. Anyway I've got plenty of time to guide him to a little closer touch with reality and a little further away from fantasy. Then, totally unexpectedly Robby begins corny singing his country song to me, the one he memorized for our reunion after our spring break. It's corny sure, but Robby couldn't be any more serious when he sings, "I live in a rundown place, there's not much view but there's lots of space, in my heart, the heart that you own," and he makes two or three syllables out of the word 'own' somehow. Plus he's singing with that southern country music drawl like Dwight Yoakam sings it. Robby listened to Dwight's song on Youtube many, many times when he was on vacation in Arizona to memorize it for me. He's of the opinion it's a touching love song of dedication to someone the singer is crazily in love with, but can't quite win over to be his true love. As corny as that may be, it's equally as sweet because it's so sincere on Robby's part. I grin at him as he sings the whole song with so much feeling it makes my eyes water. Like I said, so fucking corny, but so sweet it's irresistible. We kiss after the song, then I mumble, "Thank you, Robby, that was beautiful. You have the nicest pure singing voice." He says, "Ooooh, you called me, 'Robby'." More kisses and then we lay together for a long time planning our day and talking about going home Friday night, and his meeting on Saturday, and he wants to know what I'll do during the day while he's at his business meeting. I tell him I'll probably be giving the posse boys haircuts and we talk about those guys and the softball games we played with the boys last summer. Then we talk about our jobs last summer and about our many other memories together, many of which were probably brought to mind by Robby singing that song.
At about noon time, for a switch I fuck Robby's cute ass and it goes really good for both of us with me thinking, as I always do the rare times I 'top', that I gotta do more of this. It's a whole new perspective with startling and awesome sensations. Our climaxes aren't big being it's our third ones of the morning, but they feel big just the same. Afterward we're laying in bed sweaty as hell when Robby asks, "Do you feel sexually satisfied yet?" I go, "No, do you?" and we both laugh because we couldn't do it again now for love nor money, or anything else. In twelve hours or less we screwed four times and while we might pretend we want to do it more often, and there are those that do for sure, this is just right for us and maybe a little bit too much. "Guess we're not oversexed," I mumble to Robby. He says, "Not compared to some, although we'd be considered oversexed by many. That's a guess, boyfriend." I go, "Sounds about right to me, Robert," and we take another shower together, a long one this time.
After drying and dressing we realize we're starved. While Robby's looking in the refrigerator for something to eat, Ryan calls me, "Dylan, I finally got my Mini Cooper! Wanna go for a ride?" I ask, "Where are you," "I'm at the front entrance of your apartment building, come on down." I go, 'We're hungry," and he's like, "Well, duh, we'll do lunch." I tell Robby and he says, "Awesome, there's nothing in the refrigerator I feel like having for lunch anyway." Down the steps we go, but instead of going out the back way, we go out the front door and there's Ryan looking cute in that hot convertible. It's too chilly for it, but he has the top down. When I give him a startled expression, he yells, "Don't be a pussy. I've got the heater blaring." then an enthusiastic, Hi, Rob!" making me wonder if he's high. Robby and I make a fuss over the car, not that we didn't see it last summer and make a fuss over it then too. Both of us are eyeing the passenger seat because the back seat in this Mini is almost nonexistent it's so small. Ryan settles that by saying, "Dylan, you're in the back, and our leader rides shotgun. Let's go guys." Very authoritative, something that still gets my dick's attention except on this particular morning when Robby and I have fucked three times, I remain calm. It's a relief that Ryan shows no signs he's been doing drugs, none I can tell. No smell of marijuana on him at all and I checked that out when we did our one-arm hug hello. In the back seat I need to sit sideways because there's no room for my legs sitting the normal way facing the front. Ryan still drives like a little old lady, the slowest driver on the road . He and Robby talk and laugh about things I can't hear because of the wind noise and sounds from the road. I also don't feel the heat that's apparently warming them quite nicely in front because I see Robby reach over and lower the heater gauge. Fuck! The breeze is significant sitting back here and that's true even though he's only going thirty-five miles an hour. Also I feel the breeze of every car passing us, and every car does pass Ryan's overly cautious driving. I see old women with white hair passing us and giving Ryan dirty looks, some drivers give him the finger as they whizz past us. He's oblivious to it all.
Other than the uncomfortable ride to a sub shop in Andover, and why we couldn't have gone to a closer one in North Andover I have no idea, we have a nice time at lunch. It feels like the old days of our threesome when things were going good between all of us. The days in the past when Robby had Ryan and me under his thumb with the two of us trying to out brown-nose each other to get Robby's attention. In fact we talked and laughed about a lot of our stupidness back in our early days as a threesome last spring. It now seems like we had a much better time than I remember it actually being when we were going through all the necessary adjustments. Ryan and Robby are reminiscing about the times Robby made Ryan recreate the night before when Ryan dominated me sexually. As awkward for me as it was to hear that shit again, I still spring a boner thinking back on it. It's a long drawn-out lunch because we're all relaxed and enjoying each other. While walking the two blocks back to the Mini, Ryan and me are on either side of Robby, him with an arm around both of us. Probably not something the good people of Andover see that often. Ryan and I are leaning into Robby looking across him exchanging smirks, basically making fun of ourselves. Childish as hell, but everything is fun today so we go with it. Chubby has two classes Wednesdays, but he's still going to meet us at the apartment for the weight lifting scheduled for today, according to Ryan's chart.
We kill some time back at the apartment waiting for Chubby playing computer games with Ryan beating both Robby and me easily. Then Chubby brings his bud, John Beverly, with him as a guest weight lifter. Ryan sits down with John and includes him on the chart. As it turns out John's in my weakling weight category, lifting the same weight as me. It's Robby's turn to get the weights out and everything goes real well with the lifting. I'm really into it because I think I'm stronger after each time we lift. Afterwards, while I'm helping Robby put the weights away in our bedroom, he says, "Um, I promised to spend some time with Ryan after the lifting." I'm a little shocked hearing that because Robby's already had sex with me three times today, but I also feel admiration for Robby that he can handle more sex today. That's assuming he's going to screw Ryan. If so it bodes well for me in the future. I didn't realize he had this much stamina. Amazingly I'm not feeling especially jealous, probably because of all our reminiscing during our long lunch and let's face it, I'm sexually satisfied at the moment. I say, "Yeah, Rob, fair is fair," and after we all drink cokes, smoke cigarettes and bullshit each other for awhile I go off with Chubby and John bowling. We're going to the regular lanes as opposed to candlepin lanes. Chubby says the big bowling balls will seem light after the lifting we just did, but I can't say I notice that myself. It turns out John's the bowling champ. We want a contest anyway so it's Chubby's and my score against John's. Two against one produces one game won apiece for each of our so-called team, and then in the third game John goes nuts scoring over 200 to our combined 183: my score of 83 and Chubby's even 100. All three scores were the highest of the day for each of us.
Chubby drops John off at his dorm and we come back to the apartment. I don't know where Ryan and Robby went, that's anybody's guess. I'd like to spend
the night hanging with Chubby but he's double dating with John tonight. They're taking Judy and her girlfriend, where else, bowling. Guess it was a tune-up this afternoon for their bowling date. Chubby and I share a pizza for dinner and then by myself I watch a late season Red Sox game. They're in the hunt for a wild card spot in the playoffs, but they lose this game, so that sucks. Don't know what time Robby got to bed because I was sleeping and didn't hear him come in. Robby's very amorous in the morning however, and eventually he fuck's me hard and fast. The major thing in my head during this awesome fuck is thinking that the last place Robby's cock was before our sex this morning is up Ryan's ass. For some reason that turns me on something crazy like, and as a consequence I have a monstrous orgasm jerking around squealing and bucking on the bed. It was an off the charts orgasm. Robby goes, "Damn, that was hot, Dylan! Seeing you so turned-on like that ups the heat for me like, wow! Awesome, boyfriend!" Neither of us mentions Robby's date with Ryan. Ryan doesn't mention it either, but he's bright eyed and bushy tailed when we see him a little later at Merrimack. Thursday has started out really well, and all day Ryan's acting extra sweet to me so it's all good. Classes go okay Thursday, routinely. The rest of the day and night is fine too. Robby and me spend some time working on a paper that's due tomorrow, then watch a classic movie on HBO, "The Silence Of The Lambs". Awesome flick! We have a really nice lover's sexy time and then get to sleep before eleven. Friday, I find out that Thursday night Ryan hung with Marty and Rex, but I don't know what they did. I just hope it wasn't all about the weed Ryan has. Although there was no real need for it, while thinking about Robby's and my Thursday night sex, I felt it was almost like make-up sex after a disagreement. There was no disagreement though so maybe Robby was extra amorous to me because he was feeling bad about him and Ryan last night. Guilty conscience anyone? Not me!
Another normal day at Merrimack on Friday. We're two full weeks into the semester now and a routine has set-in, which is good and bad. Good because everything is familiar. We know where the classes are being held, what time we need to leave the apartment to be on time for class, what materials we need for each class, what to expect when we get there, and it's basically peace of mind. The bad aspect of all that is the unfortunate fact that routine can get boring. What happens at college in between the educational part is the time to combat boredom. So far no problem with that, it's been fun. After last class I go on a little trip alone to buy the "Nair' Robby and I are going to use instead of a razor for our pubes. It turns out an awkward experience. It hadn't occurred to me until I got to the drugstore that a guy basically has no normal reason for Nair. Like the old joke of a teen buying his first condom, I bought a number of things I didn't really need at Rite Aid to go along with the Nair. Standing in line to get checked-out I nervously smell the back of my hand, then my heart starts pounding when the register girl begins ringing my stuff up. Naturally there's a gaggle of college age girls behind me in line all talking at once. When the clerk picks up the Nair to scan, I mutter, "For my girlfriend," which the girls behind me hears because at that very second they miraculously stopped talking all at once. There's giggling behind me as the register clerk gives me a 'look' while holding the Nair up. My face is on fire as I watch her lips twitch like she wants to laugh. Then she makes a sucking sound with her lips as she scans the Nair. There's a roaring in my ears, a roar of silence and I don't dare look anywhere except over the clerks shoulder at nothing. Then through the giggles I hear mumbles and snickers from the college girls behind me. Words and snatches of phrases, "Bet it's not for his girlfriend," and "His legs maybe?" or, "Cute," and "Heh heh, you're so bad Deb." Out of the drugstore I take a big breath mumbling, "Cunt's!" Then noticed the middle aged lady walking past me going into the drugstore. She looks right at me, saying, "Disgusting!" I make a face while blushing again, then jog to the Jeep and lay some rubber on my way out of the parking lot. Fuck!
Other than that Friday was pretty good even though Robby conducts our first study group of the semester. Ryan and me resort to the childish playfulness of exchanging 'looks' behind the acting-professor, Robby's back, trying to make each other laugh at an inappropriate time. Robby's unaware what we're doing, except to say, "Come on, guys, we've only got a little more to go." Then he goes on and on for another hour. Afterward, like with the weight lifting, I feel good. In this case because the class work seems simple and makes sense now that we've weeded out the unimportant drivel, or meaningless ramblings of the professors. I'm actually hoping for a couple of pop quizzes Monday so I can ace them. Chubby's staying on campus this weekend, but Robby and I are not. We get together what we're bringing home as Ryan hovers around for reasons unknown. Finally he says, "Well, I guess I'll head back to campus and see what's up there." We all exchange hugs and kisses, saying, "See ya, Sunday afternoon," and he's off. Robby says, "I think Ryan wanted us to invite him to spend the weekend with us. He was hinting around about that, um, the other night." He means on their date. I shrug, "The next weekend we're going home, one you don't have an all day meeting, maybe we'll invite him to join us, but you and me have plans for this weekend." He says, "Yes, we do. It's going to be fun tomorrow night eating out, just you and me." I hope it turns out that way, but there's at least one or two things I want to discuss with him at dinner that he might be disappointed hearing from me. So, well see...
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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