DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 35
by Donny Mumford
Chubby, Ryan, John Beverly, his roommate Christopher, and me are in our apartment watching a football game on TV. This is the four-thirty game between
the Jets and the Broncos with the Broncos up three touchdowns near the end of the third quarter. The score's Jets 6, Broncos 27. Ha ha, we're not Jets fans so we like that score. Earlier we watched the Pats barely beat the Ravens. We're all on our sixth beer of the afternoon, and thanks to Christopher we've got two more apiece in the refrigerator if we want them. Two large pizzas, a family size bag of potato chips, a pint of onion dip, and forty-eight assorted chicken wings have all be consumed. Even though we've had six beers each we drank them over a five hour period of time so the first couple of beers have already been processed and cleaned out of our systems. I think. Anyway, we're good. I'm sitting on the couch that Ryan's laying on, his head in my lap. Christopher glances over at Ryan and me every now and then with a puzzled expression on his face. He doesn't know we're gay, but I'm thinking he's starting to get the picture. Ha ha, it's kind of funny. John Beverly knows we're gay, but he apparently didn't mention it to his roommate. To add to Christopher's confusion I'm rubbing my fingers through Ryan's new buzz cut hair smirking at Christopher when he glances over at us. Naturally he averts his eyes a fraction of a second after our eyes meet. He is not a cutie by a long shot, but seems to be a good guy other than that.
By now I'm not paying very much attention to the game on TV, or to the constant banter from the guys. Instead I'm contemplating my sexual situation of late. Even though I've more or less reactivated my alley-catting ways, the results I've just concluded are under whelming. I got laid once yesterday via a quickie with Tracy, who fuck's good, but it was over fast. Then once today with Ryan. That was awesome, but very quick also. And that's it. Maybe all the cutting back on side-sex I've been doing like forever has reduced my previous ferocious appetite for it. I mean, I feel okay and I'm not crawling the walls with horniness or anything like that. Sure, I'd love for this little dynamo with his head on my lap to give me another dominant fuck right about now, but that's unlikely to happen. On the plus side, Robby's on his way here right now, and as soon as we can get rid of our guests tonight he and I will retire for some lovers sex which I'm very much looking forward to. So I got that going for me at least, although it's not side-sex.
Ryan's been messin' around grinning and purposely doing little bumps and movements with his head on my dick and he's managed to get it hard. I'm staring at his scraggily little beard and his eyeglasses and his buzzed hair and hot muscular little body. So yeah, now I'm beginning to feel some horniness creeping into my brain. Leaning down I kiss Ryan's lips, then lick across them as he grins, murmuring, "You got the hot's for me, don'cha?" I nod my head humping my boner against the back of his head. Chubby says to no one in particular, "I'm gonna have a smoke, this game is basically over. No way the jets come back." Ryan and I get up off the couch and join him on the balcony. The three of us light cigarettes with Chubby's chuckling, then saying, "You two are really freaking out Chrisy," which is what Chubby calls Christopher. Chubby adds, "He's never seen two gays guys goofing around with each other I guess." I mumble, "Yeah, but he missed me giving Ryan a kiss. That might have blown his mind." We chuckle about that as Ryan smirks at me while running his tongue around his lips. Fuck he's sexy! Then Ryan tells Chubby about the accident. Chubby goes, "That's something we've avoided so far. I hadn't thought about it until now, but Dylan and me have been driving since we were sixteen and never had an accident or a traffic ticket." I go, "Yeah, well that's because we rock, bro. No offense Ryan." He says, "You're the one who told me to go through that four-way stop sign." I shrug, "The asshole ran into you. It's a pain in the ass but it wasn't your fault. Shit happens."
Just as we're finishing our cigarettes I see Robby coming in through the front door looking so cute, so handsome with a big smile on his face. His eyes drift around until they're looking right into mine. I unconsciously move a tiny bit away from Ryan smiling back at Robby. Seeing him my mind is immediately flooded with the awesome history we've had together, and then the thought that this past couple of months have been a little rocky for us. Even so, feelings of love fill my heart, but we do need to talk about a few things. Robby seemed amenable about that too, or at least he was when I talked to him earlier today on the phone. I also feel a little guilty letting myself get so wrapped up in Ryan. Yeah, but there's no real reason for me to feel that way. Robby's the one who earlier today said he was glad Ryan and I were getting close again. He knows that includes sex between Ryan and me, although the truth is Ryan and I have had less of it than Robby probably thinks. Ryan says to me, "Ya better go say 'hi' to your boyfriend." He said it in a nice way, not sarcastic or spiteful, and I gotta admire that. Yeah, but then his main boyfriend is Marty, so Ryan's just being maturely fair about my main boyfriend being Robby. I admire his understanding of that dynamic while at the same time I wish he'd shown a little regret I'm going to Robby now. I have to assume Marty and Ryan might be tighter than I thought they were. Realizing that possibility it's sort of a slap in the face. I mean I kinda like the image of Ryan lusting after me. You know, him dumping any other guy to be with me. Guess that's not the fact of the matter anymore though. Anyway, it's always been confusing having this 'love the one you're with' philosophy. It's not like I've ever loved the ones I'm with equally, and sex does tend to fuck with my brain. It's both a curse and a blessing that I enjoy sex so much.
Inside the apartment Robby's bumping fist with and being introduced to Christopher. Then when I come inside Robby gets his arm around my neck and runs
his fingers through my short buzz cut, saying, "Hi, boyfriend," and kisses me on the lips as Christopher's eyes get big as saucers. He doesn't know what the fuck to think now. Ha ha, like I said, it's kinda funny. Ryan's behind me and when Robby lets go of me, he and Robby do a quick kiss too. More saucer-eyes from Christopher although he doesn't say anything. Instead he looks at John Beverly with this sort of wild confused expression on his face. John pats his shoulder, "What, Christopher?" Then he laughs, saying, "They're gay, what can I tell ya," and he laughs again at Christopher's expression. I think John Beverly gets a kick out of us gay guys. Maybe it's like we're a novelty to him, or something. Robby wants a cigarette now so he, Ryan, and me go out on the balcony again to smoke. I don't really feel like another cigarette but I light one so Robby's not smoking alone. He lights up, then grins at Ryan and me, asking, "Have fun this weekend?" Ryan says, "Yeah, we did, Rob, but probably less fun than you think we had in the, um, bedroom department." Robby says, "It's none of my business anyway. Did you get your car taken care of?" We talk about that and then Robby tells us generally what he's been up to yesterday and today, which doesn't sound like all that much. The party he and Danny Monday went to was okay, but it was one of those deals that never really got off the ground. Just a beer drinking bullshit session basically. Yeah, but I know Robby hanging with his baseball
teammates is fun for him under almost any circumstances, so I'm sure he enjoyed himself. Teammates get to be like brothers and, in at least one case on this team, lovers too. I have nothing against Danny Monday except he propositioned me early in the semester and that seemed a sneaky thing to do behind Robby's back. I turned him down even though he's kinda cute and hot in a macho way. I've never mentioned this to Robby because it'd probably hurt his feelings that Danny did that. Nothing happened so why stir up hard feelings.
After our smokes the three of us go back inside and sit on the sofa talking about what we need to do for tomorrow's classes. For a joke, I squeal on Ryan, "Rob, he hasn't studied for the quiz yet," and Ryan goes, "Dylan! What the fuck?" I'm chuckling and shrugging as Robby goes, "Lets do it now, Ryan." Ryan gives me a dirty look before grinning and rubbing my head as those two go into Robby's and my bedroom to study together. Fuck! That backfired on me. Chubby says to the rest of us, "Oh fuck, guys, I just gotta get to sleep. I'm dragging! Sorry to be a party pooper." John Beverly, mumbles, "No problem, Jeff, it's after ten and I'm wiped out too." We all standup and bump fists saying goodbye, and the roommates leave for their dorm. Chubby and I do a quick hug and then he's off to bed. That leaves me out here all by my lonesome. If I go in the bedroom it'll seem like I'm checking up on Ryan and Robby. Balls! Why do things like this always happen to me? Although I don't feel like doing it, I start picking up empty bottles and chicken bones left behind on paper plates. It got a little messy in here after nine hours of drinking beers and eating finger food. Guys are sloppy by nature and I'm no exception at times, but right now I need something to do so I'm cleaning. Then I run the vacuum because I can be a bit of a neat-freak at times too. When I've cleaned up the room I get one of the last three beers from the refrigerator and try watching the end of the game. I'm not interested in who wins between the teams playing though, so twenty minutes later I can't resist strolling into the bedroom real casual like. They're laying on our bed with Robby asking quiz questions to Ryan, who looks up, "Hey, Dylan,"
and Robby says, "Dylan, how 'bout seeing if you know this material as well as you think you do." I ask, "Do you know it, Rob?" He says, "Yep, I had plenty of time to study it today. Nothing much else to do. Do you want to take turns asking each other the quiz questions?" That's what we do and Robby actually does know the material and I know it pretty well too. By eleven o'clock we all know it cold. "Awesome!" declares Robby, "I'll give you a ride back to campus, Ryan. Do you want to come along, Dylan?" I don't actually, so I say, "Nah, I'm gonna take a shower so I won't need to take one tomorrow morning."
Ryan and I hug and kiss goodbye, "See ya in the morning, Dylan." I nod as Robby squeezes the back of my neck giving me a peck on the cheek, "See you in ten minutes or so," and they're gone. Huh, they'll probably sneak in a quick fuck in the pickup, or maybe not because Robby and me need to have lovers sex after being separated for two days. During the shower I picture Robby fucking Ryan in our pickup. I call it our pickup because it's the first place Robby and I had sex together and we've had it in his pickup so often since then, it's sorta our place. I don't know how many other guys have fucked in there with Robby and I don't want to know. Maybe I'll casually ask Ryan tomorrow what they did tonight after driving back to the campus. You know, just because I'm curious, not because I'm jealous. Well, maybe a little jealous. Fuck, I should have gone with them. I'm in bed looking at my watch. Ten minutes my ass. More like twenty minutes and Robby's still not back. Then the front door opens and I turn over on my side determined not to act like a cunt about this. Robby turns out the light in the kitchen and living room then comes into the bedroom, saying, "Ah, can't wait to sleep with you again, Dylan. It gets habit forming, ya know? I didn't sleep very good at
home because I missed your awesome body next to mine." I flop around laying on my back with my hands behind my head, asking, "Do you wanna have some welcome home sex tonight?" He grins, "Whaddaya you think? Of course I do." I mumble, "I didn't know if you and Ryan, ya know." He sits on the edge of the bed looking down at me and then rubbing through my hair again, "Are you asking if we did?" I shrug, "It's up to you, Rob." He leans down for a kiss on the lips, "It was just a warm up for you, baby. We are still a threesome, right?" I nod, "Un huh," and surprisingly the thought of Robby's cock recently being up Ryan's ass excites me. I mean, because soon it'll be up mine. I reach up getting my fingers around his neck pulling his head down for a long wet sloppy kiss. Then I quietly say, "I want to worship your body tonight, Robby." He goes, "Awww, you called me Robby. I like that."
He stands up pulling his sweatshirt over his head, telling me, "I like the buzz cuts you twins have. You both look sexy and tough with that short buzzed hair, especially because you two twin boyfriends both got 'em at the same time. That's the way we used to do it." I ask, "Do you want me to give you one, Rob?" He says, "No, but I like it on you two. I hope you both keep your heads buzzed all year." Robby's been telling me he only wants a trim for his haircuts the last two months now, and his hair is fairly long with some curl to it. It feels sexy grabbing a fistful of his hair while we make-out or fuck. He drops his jeans and walks into the bathroom, saying, "I'll just wash up and brush my teeth, Dylan." I get out of bed and go in the bathroom with him hoping he doesn't wash his cock. He grins at me in the mirror as he washes his face and hands, then brushes his teeth. I like looking at him. He has a hot ass and nice sexy legs. The weight lifting has given his body extra nice definition. Mine too, but Robby's, Chubby's, and Ryan's bodies show it more so than mine. Don't know why except they're lifting heavier weights than me. During the past two months we've had a couple of other guys lifting with us, but they drop out after a few weeks, so right now it's just the four of us. We're into a routine and I was thinking maybe I'll start jogging with Ryan too, except Marty jogs with Ryan and he kinda intimidates me.
We go back in the bedroom and Robby pulls down my underpants. I step out of them and watch him take his off. I can tell by the look of his cock he's recently had sex; there's cum remnants still on it. Robby notices that too, asking, "Should I wash my dick for you, Dylan?" I shake my head, "Nah, whatever my twin left on your dick is good enough for me." Robby puts his hands behind my neck, "You don't mind that he and I just did a quickie?" I go, "No, not especially. Like you said, we're a threesome and I like that we are. I was daydreaming earlier today that it would be perfect if you, Chubby, Ryan, and me could live together forever." He grins, "Jesus! The things that come out of your mouth. Wow, but you're cute," and a long kiss with Robby leaning against me until we fall backwards onto the bed together. Making out with Robby is different than with Ryan, or anyone else. That's because I love Robby romantically and I don't love anyone else like that and never have. It's impossible to describe the difference, although I believe anyone would recognize it once they find someone to love romantically. It also helps that I not only love him, but I like Robby very, very much. Everything he says and does, especially in recent months, isn't always what I'd prefer he do and say, but a lot of it is. We disagree on some matters that need to be addressed, but mostly we both know each other pretty well by now and I feel confident we can adjust around those bothersome things that need addressing. We're both still a little too fixated on sex, and we like variety although we've both been trying to curb it, and again this time that didn't really work for us. That doesn't mean it isn't going to work the next time we try eliminating side-sex, or the time after that. I'm pretty sure I know it'll be just Robby and me eventually, and I think he's sure of that too. For now we're gonna stop trying to force a square peg into a round hole. We've both decided, more or less at the same time, to back off and let-up on the rush to eliminate recreational buddy sex. We'll put the concept of being exclusive lovers on hold. Someday, lets say we only have one side sex partner, lets say it's Ryan for both of us... well, that'd be one step away from being monogamous. As it is we're a few steps away from that now and we've admitted that fact to each other, more of less.
Except for Chubby and mom, Ryan's the closet in my heart to Robby. However, in the seriousness of a romantic relationship he's far behind Robby, and others are even further behind than that. Maybe the reason for that is no one in my life to date has ever showed me they love me romantically anywhere close to the way Robby has. Chubby shows the deepest love for me, strictly for me being who I am as his brother and closest friend, but that's way different than romantic love. Brotherly love is what he has for me, and I have for him. It's a deep love unlike any other. I mean, we've shared a million memories growing up together. Memories and dreams without ever a negative action or word for each other. There's a poem by an unknown author that Chubby copied onto a birthday card he gave me on my fifteenth birthday. That card can still make be get misty eyed when I read it, which I do every now and then. It goes like this: 'I sought my soul, but my soul I could not find. I sought my God, but my God eluded me. Then I sought my brother and I found all three.' Powerful love from my brother, but it's not romantic love which I think is the one type love most of us yearn for and need. Of course, I love my mom, but that's another story altogether and obviously has absolutely nothing to do with romantic love. It's a mother's/son's love, which while being special, is a love in a category all it's own. At least that's the way I perceive these things, which when you get right down to it is all that matters to me. How others perceive the loves in their life is up to them. It's impossible to say which is the most important love for me because I need all of them, plus the love of friends.
Thoughts like these don't pass through my mind when I'm rubbing Robby's body and making-out with him, but my knowledge about love is in my brain all the same. Robby has always claimed he loves me more than I love him and it might be so, but how can it be measured? I love him and he knows it in the same way I know he loves me. We love each other differently that we love anyone else. It's just something we now know for sure because it's been established as fact. There was a time when I wasn't as sure of this as Robby, and a time he wasn't as sure of this as me, but that time has passed. We know it now, and we have for awhile. It would have to be something extraordinarily bizarre and unfortunate for Robby and me to split-up, and I simply don't believe anything like that is going to happen. I say that even though I'm fully aware there's a surprise waiting to happen around ever corner of our lives. One of those 'surprises' perhaps being significant enough to break-up our love affair, however I feel that's as unlikely to occur as some beings from another world visiting earth. Both have infinitesimal possibility of happening perhaps, so we can't be one hundred percent positive it won't happen. We can however be as close to one hundred percent positive as it's possible to be.
Robby breaks his kiss and there's a wet sexy smacking sound as our lips part. He kisses my face here and there, then murmurs, "We're quite a pair, you
and me. I feel in my heart we both want to be true to only one another, but neither of us has been able to make that happen yet. We'll do it some day
though, don'cha think?" I say, "My thoughts exactly, Robby, and the time might be closer than we think. For right now though, you took the words right out of my mouth. We haven't been able to do it yet, and it's time again to give it a rest." He grins, "Really? That's what you thought too?" I go, "Yes, seriously, it's what I was thinking a little while ago. The truth of the matter is we're both still thinking too much with our dicks." He says, "Hey, I hope we always will, but someday it'll be just your dick and my dick thinking about each other. Huh?" I go, "Yep. You wanna guess when that'll be?" He shakes his head, "No, I'm not gonna guess again. I'm obviously no good at predicting that since I've been wrong about it a few times already. What's this, like the third or fourth time I thought we were there, and we weren't?" I shrug, "I don't know. Who keeps count, I just know I love you," and I kiss him, then say again, "I wanna worship your body tonight." He grins, hugging me and wrestling me onto my stomach, saying, "It's getting late and I wanna fuck you. Worship my body tomorrow, okay?" He's laying partially on my back with the side of his face against mine. "You smell so good, Dylan. No one else smells as delicious as you," and he rubs the side of his face against mine giving me chills feeling the little beard growth he has. I say, "You might think you need a shave, but I don't want you to shave. You're whiskers are sexy, just like you." When I'm with Robby I always think of the same question to ask myself: Why do I ever want to have sex with anyone else? And then when I'm not with him I find I do want to do it with someone else. Not just anyone though, they have to seem special somehow. There has to be a sexual attraction, not just another guy's cock; just having a penis is not enough, not even close to enough. He needs to be sexy, as perceived by me. I don't care if others think he's sexy or not. It's what I think, and of course it matters what the perspective buddy-sex partner thinks about me too. A mutual sexual attraction is necessary.
We roll up on our sides facing each other, grinning at one another and happy to be us. We do little kisses on the lips rubbing our noses together, then licking tongues. Awww, that's so sexy. Robby keeps running his fingers through my buzz cut hair. "I love this feel, Dylan, it's so boyish and sexy." I run my fingers through his longer hair that's maybe grown out now to five inches. It's like soft thickly packed strands of blond silk. My fingers in his hair, I'm saying, "I like the feel of your hair too, Robby. It's so hot and sexy. Hair is sexy don't ya think?" He says, "Your's is," and we get into a hot make-out with saliva dripping, lips sucking, noses rubbing, and tongues sliding against one another. Our bodies slide together constantly too, and it all gives me a incredibly hard boner that drools precum onto Robby's cock and balls. We're the same height making everything work perfectly. Robby makes love with the intensity he gives to everything else he has a passion for. He leaves no doubt in my mind that there's no one else in the world he'd rather be doing this with than me. His little cooing sounds, his constantly moving body rubbing against mine, our feet intertwined, his hands caressing my body and head even as his lips kiss and suck on mine and his tongue's always moving and tasting as much of me as he can. There's a quiet desperation coming from him as he tries absorbing me into him completely so we'd be one loving romantically sexual person twenty-four hours a day. His love making has me feeling deeply desired and so specially loved I get shivers of pleasure and goosebumps all over me. His scent and taste and feel, the sound of his loving boyish voice in my ear with his lips touching, and then his sexy pink tongue licking me. It's so captivatingly sexual it gets to be just barely this side of too much stimulation, but it's not too much, it's just right. I find myself moaning constantly with sexual pleasure and sensations of love. I want to return every wonderful feeling he shows me back to him. My body's hot all over and yearns to feel his cock in my ass as we continue kissing and licking, and rubbing ourselves against one another.
We've flopped all over the bed together in our loving embraces and kisses and licks and at times when we're making-out, like this time, Robby takes me to a point of extreme sexual arousal like nothing else I've ever experienced with anyone but him. I can hardly breath as I make whining sounds of desire and grope him while murmuring his name. My lips dragging across his chest wanting desperately to suck his cock or rim his ass, but Robby's strong arms keep me against him until I'm struggling and moaning and on the verge of having an orgasm. He brings me right to the tipping point of an orgasm explosion. Robby's experienced with me though, so he knows when he needs to fuck me or I'll just let my climax boil over. Now I'm at that point tonight as he holds my face between his hands for a last deep kiss, then a quiet murmur, "On your stomach, baby," and I roll over gasping. My cock's so hard it throbs with my precum wetting my stomach. I push my ass up wanting to be fucked by Robby so badly I have tears in my eyes. He often smacks my ass before entering it because he knows that turns me a little more. It's part of the dominant thing he scoffs at, but lately it seems to get him excited too. He's even stronger than Ryan and when Robby spanks my ass I know it. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" "Keep your ass up, babe." I didn't realize subconsciously I was dropping and moving it away from the slaps, but the smacks really sting. I push it up again knowing it'll get spanked some more, and now Robby does some deliberate stinging slaps, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" the sound of each smack is loud and unmistakably an ass being spanked. Another half dozen smacks leaves both my butt cheeks quiveringly, stinging, red, and hot, Robby pushes his fat steel cock against the lips of my asshole spreading them wide with only half the head of his boner inside me. He adjusts his position on the bed and then rubs my back, murmuring "I love you so much, Dylan." A hump of his hips and the rest of his cock's head gets pushed past my sphincter. I moan, "Aaaaah, oooh, it's tight, Rob." He leans over me rubbing my shoulders, "Shhh," it'll be awesome, baby."
His cock feels extra fat tonight... nice! And then this thought drifts into my head: 'Robby's extra fat cock's been up my twin's ass less than an hour
ago'. That'll make it even sexier when it's going up my ass, but why? Maybe because it makes Robby appear more dominant and therefore me more submissive. Oh, it's uber hot whatever the reason. Another inch of his cock goes inside me as my body's shuddering and I'm feeling sexier than I've felt for awhile now. I'm pushing my ass up even further demonstrating my submission to him. Robby groans and gasps, then humps his hips forward pushing two more inches of fat hard penis up my ass. I moan, "Aaaaah, Robbeeee, ooh, mmmmm, feels good." Precum plops out of my cock, almost like an orgasm, and then the last inch or so of cock goes in and Robby's tight against my buttocks grinding his hips making a, "Shssssssss," sound exhaling a held breath. My hands are on the side of my face as I lay on my stomach, my ass held up off the mattress filled with my lover's engorged penis. We're connected together in the most awesome manner possible. My rectum sizzles and seems to be in motion and I think nothing could possibly feel this good. My stretched anus hugs Robby's fat cock coming alive with brilliant sensations that increase as he withdraws his boner. Oh God, another shudder as shivers fly around my body, and then he pushes that fat hard boner of his right back up my ass with me shaking and blowing out air. One more slow withdrawal and then back in as my shoulders shudder like they always do, a completely involuntary response to the fireworks of sexual sensations going off in my rectum. Impossible to describe, but incredible to experience.
Robby leans over me to kiss the back of my neck, his chest on my back, his cock up my ass, his legs outside mine keeping mine together to tighten my asshole, and then he moves his hips steadily and my favorite sound is heard; the sound of anal intercourse, "Slap, slap, slap, slap." His belly slaps against my ass repeatedly, driving his hard cock back and forth inside my sensitized rectum. He's fucking my ass steadily blowing out air with each penetration, "Woos, woos, woos," from Robby, 'Slap, slap, slap," from his belly slapping against my ass, and my, "Mmm, mmm, mmm," moans for five or six delicious minutes of sexual pleasure that has me moving my face back and forth on the pillow slobbering spit from my moans of pleasure. Each thrust of his cock up my ass sets off another scintillating series of vibrations and sensations from untold numbers of nerve endings both in my anus and prostate, plus seemingly from the wall of my stretched rectum too. Awesome sensations each time the fat wet head of his cock drives up inside me. My entire rectum seems to be sending pleasure signals the full length of his boner. Maybe I just imagine that, but all I know is it feels fantastically sexy and unimaginably perfect. It's like the best feeling in the world. I lay relaxed and comfortable and very sexually aroused under my lover, who's hard cock continues moving back and forth in my ass steadily, steadily, continuously as it constantly stimulates every pleasure spot it reaches. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh," and whiny, "Mmm, mmm, mmm," from me, my body jolting forward on the bed with each hard thrust. Anal fucking, what could possibly be better?!
The relentless stimulations of all those nerve endings builds and builds until I'm moaning constantly in deep sexual pleasure, and then the added sensation of impending orgasm invades my consciousness; the only thing in the world that feels better than being fucked. The eventual climax from this sexual act, the awesome gushing of seminal fluids from my balls up the hard six inches of my boner and out the over sensitized head through the gaping pee slit... aaah, positively the greatest feeling there is in our human lives. And it's even at a higher level of extreme sexual pleasure when two lovers bring on the climax like we're doing right now. It starts with a long build-up of arousal through an intense make-out with deep sexual kissing and fondling of each other's body. Then the inhaling of sexually stimulating pheromones, and love for each other leads logically and inevitably to anal intercourse between two gay lovers, and then to what I'm about to experience now... orgasmic climax. Onward comes my building climax with me groveling under Robby, humping my ass up against the now wild thrusting of his thick boner as he feels his own orgasm coming on him quickly too. He can't help but increase the speed and intensity of his humping. Robby's moaning desperately unable to maintain a steady thrusting now as the desperate need to climax overtakes his mind. We're both moaning and groaning, thrashing against each other, his cock pumping back and forth in my rectum causing an overwhelming accumulation of sexual sensations and signals that begin bombarding the part of my brain that controls such matters. My body gets stiff as a board, I hold my breath arching my back, then hump my hips spastically and finally, with lightning and thunder going off in my head and me squealing into the pillow, cum streaks out of my throbbing boner splattering onto the mattress under me, then another body-shuddering stream of cum flies out my quivering rock-hard penis. I empty my balls of spunk and then immediately feel my insides fill-up with the warm creaminess, all slippery and awesome, with Robby's cum. Robby's flopping on me moaning as another spurt of cum joins it's brothers to swim around in my rectum and then just lay there until it can drool out my ass or be absorbed by my body.
I'm still shaking trying the impossible task of memorizing the fantastic fleeting sensations of climax. A final buzzing around my ass and cock, then I'm limp again and moaning quietly. Robby's laying on me as limp as me. His heart pounds against my back with the usual deep breathing before we settle down. I'm still enjoying the memory of that orgasm while missing the slapping sounds of our bodies colliding. It's just the filled-up feeling inside me now, compliments of Robby's cock even as it looses some of it thickness. Robby quietly goes, "Ooooh, that was intense, Dylan. Oh fuck, mmmm, felt so good." All I can do is nod my head against the pillow, murmuring, "Mmmm, the best feeling ever." I take another deep breath smiling to myself. I think I'm mostly happy because I know that even though I've had hot sexual encounters with someone other than Robby, times with him are still my favorite. That's nice to know in a very objective sense instead of something I need to convince myself about. I've recognized this to be true during the last six months or so and that's even with the 'problems' that developed between us. They're overcome because of the love we have between us. It's almost a palpable thing, our love, and it elevates this already spectacular sexual human experience.
Robby rolls off me, his cock pulling from my ass making a sucking sound when it comes free, almost like my anus didn't want to let it go. He lays on his back sighing. I'm still on my stomach, scooting over to be right up against him. He pulls the covers over us, then rustles me around until I'm on my back too, his arm under my neck. Another sigh from Robby and a murmured, "That was really nice, Dylan. I've topped a few guys over the years, but you're the best by a wide, wide margin." I say, "I was just thinking that you're the best too. Swear to God I was." He chuckles, "Yeah, well, ha, I hope ya mean it." I look at the side of his cute face as he quietly says, "Oh man, I've been in love and infatuated with you for so long now it's like I wouldn't know what to do, what to think about, without you. I'd be hollow inside and lost. I don't know, but isn't funny, as in weird, that we love each other and have this awesome sex together, but we still can't get over the hump on the side sex stuff." I say, "We're young, Rob, and we both know we're gonna be together eventually anyway, so ya know..." He goes up on his side supporting himself on his elbow looking down at me. "I believe that too with all my heart. It'll be you and me eventually. It took a while to convince my doubting-Thomas self that you felt that way too, but lately I've been convinced of it. I'm more comfortable about things in general knowing it's real... someday it'll be just you and me. And your right, we just recently left our teen years, so we're young and what's my hurry? I was an jackass pushing things like I did. And then with the engagement thing and all my dumb rules for you. Stupid! Of course you were too sweet to object." I go, "I liked the idea at first too, really! You were da man!" He chuckles, "Thanks, but what were we thinking? I mean, a three year engagement with both of us still hooked on side-sex. It's comical when you think about it, or maybe it's pathetic, I don't know."
His head's turned toward me and I can't stop staring into his big blue eyes, so bright they shine. Beautiful shades of blue and now with his longer two-toned blond hair his eyes seem to shine even more. It's like his hair compliments his blue eyes beautifully. Reaching up I rub my fingers in his sparse beard wondering when I'll get some of my own. He goes, "We're immature too, and frankly you even more so than me. That's no criticism, by the way. Actually I was probably overcompensating for my immaturity by acting a lot older than I am. Jeez, Dodger and I had the longest talk about you this weekend on the phone. He loves you, ya know." I smile noncommittally because what can I say to that? I love Dodger like a friend, but I've never felt romantic with him even once in my life. That's odd too because Dodger's always been extraordinarily confident and he has a knack for dominant sex. Two things I always wanted in Robby. Actually Robby has a bit of bossiness in him now, and his confidence is way up compared to even a year ago. His sex is
more dominant lately too, and I assume that's because he's become comfortable and confident about his role as the 'top' when we have sex. There's been noticeable changes in him the last six or seven months, and not all of then have been positive, but some are positive from my point of view.
He smiles at me, asking, "What do you have to say about us, babe, you and me?" I shrug, "When I think about it, it's like I've been trying to change you for three years now, and you've tried just about every approach with me. Lots of missteps perhaps, but still here we are in love for real, real romantic love. So whatever we've done, be it right or wrong, it's turning out pretty fucking good for both of us. That's what I think." He grins mischievously, "That's exactly what I was just thinking a minute ago." He's grinning because that's the kind of remark I usually say to some statement of his. I go, "It's true too." He nods his head, "Yeah, it is true, but it's also true I've been an asshole lately. That talk you and I had at Dino's two months ago started me thinking. I rejected your opinion at first because I'm stubborn, but then I began to think maybe you're right. Maybe it is too early for this marriage stuff, and then Chubby talked with me about it, and Dodger too during his leave last September. With time I've come to agree that you three because you all made more sense than I did. It took some soul searching for me to finally come around to that conclusion. Like I said, I'm stubborn and I guess I was hurt a little too. It all percolated in my head though and then the telephone conversation with Dodger this weekend. That's
when it all came together and made total sense to me. I need to simply be myself and you need to be yourself, and we both need to stop trying to change ourselves to please each other. Just be our true selves. If that's not good enough, it's not good enough, but I'm pretty fucking sure it'll be plenty good enough."
He casually runs his fingers through my short hair again, "You look sexy all the time, but for some crazy reason this latest buzz cut of yours is making you seem even sexier. That's weird obviously. I mean weird because we've had many buzz cuts over the years and I never associated them with sexy one way or the other. Isn't it baffling some of the things that seem sexy to us? Different things seeming sexy to different people." I go, "Yeah, that's some mysterious shit, Rob. It's always been mysterious to me anyway. Why do I think some guys are sexier than others? It's not all about their looks either, and something inanimate can seem sexy too, like guys' hair. It can be very sexy to Dodger, and me too to a lesser degree. The way I see it, the more things that seem sexy to me the better." He laughs, "Can't argue with that. Ya know, I'm fairly sure I'm having more sex than most twenty year olds guys, gay or straight, and I like side-sex like you. I'm guessing though, just guessing mind you, that you have even more frequency, sex wise than me and you probably like side-sex even more than I do too. No criticism of you intended, Dylan. I'm not gonna be as concerned about that as I've let myself be in the past. I'm also forgetting about all that engagement nonsense I came up with a few months back. That was my ill advised attempt to lock you up for my consumption only. It's too soon for that and just plain stupid!" I shrug, "It wasn't stupid, just too soon. Like I said though, I didn't feel it was too soon that night you proposed. So we we're both dumb." He says, "Yeah, but you realize the engagement, along with all my embarrassing plans for you, was too soon and basically stupid way before I did." I mutter, "I don't like that word, 'stupid' associated with us. The important thing is we both agree now that it's too early to be engaged, so I'm giving the ring back. When the time is right though, that's the symbolic ring I want back. That very one. And, if you're so inclined, you might think about buying me a very expensive guy's engagement ring that I could actually wear." He laughs, "It has to be expensive, huh?" I go, "Sure, so we both can casually brag about it."
He lays back down on his back, "I feel so much more relaxed after having this talk, Dylan. Don't know why I put so much pressure on myself, and on you. You're still liking our threesome though... you, me, and Ryan, right?" I go, "Very much. More than last spring actually. We're all much more mature now," and he chuckles, "What age would you say we've matured to by now? Sixteen, seventeen?" I go, "No, don't be silly. At least nineteen for me and you're around seventeen and a half or maybe even eighteen." He goes, "Reverse those numbers for you and me and I think it's just about right. Why are we immature anyway? Are Chubby or Dodger immature?" I go, "Nah, I don't think they are. I don't know why I am, but fuck, I don't care if I'm immature. I told you before I'm a proponent of the Peter Pan syndrome of never growing up. With that in mind, you'll need to get really fucking mature to take care of me." He gets me around the neck, "Yeah, I'll baby you, okay?" I go, "Fuck that, and while we're discussing things, after we're married there's no way in hell I'm staying home nursing a baby. Not for a couple of years anyway. I wanna work and be fat with cash and get me a hot convertible like Tracy has. Fuck the Mini." Robby wants to know what kind of car Tracy has and I tell him. He goes, "No way, you're getting a BMW! Too expensive. I'll probably buy you a little electric car so you to run around town doing my errands. And you will too stay home with the twins and the dog." We goof around making fun of the plans we agreed to three months ago. Things change, ya know.
It's getting late but Robby fuck's me again anyway, very slowly this time. Afterwards we're clutching each other with Robby mumbling, "You've turned me into a sex maniac for you. I'm like helpless, needing to fuck you and it's like sex, sex, sex all the time when I'm around you." I go, "Ah, at last I've found the perfect lover." We go to sleep in each other's arms. When I wake up in the morning Robby's not in bed, he's taking a shower. When he's dried off we get dressed grinning goofily at each other and later in the kitchen, Chubby mumbles, "What's gotten into you love birds. You're making me slightly nauseous." I go, "You're just jealous, bro," and he's like, "What if I am?" After coffee and a cigarette we take separate rides to Merrimack, Chubby in our Jeep and Robby and me in the pickup. Our first classes are on opposite ends of the campus from Chubby's. Ah, another week at college begins. I hope this week has less drama.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com (mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com)
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