Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 36

by Donny Mumford

We're awake and ready to face another Friday in our Sophomore year. All we need to do is make it through today's classes and then we're good to go for

Friday night partying followed by two days without classes known as the 'weekend'. That's unless someone was dumb enough to sign up for a Saturday class in which case they're either helplessly out of it or a masochist. The first snow storm of the winter dropped a couple inches of snow on us last night, which isn't a good sign since winter hasn't even begun yet. This is only the first week of December and I don't think winter officially begins until the twentieth or twentieth-first of the month. New England winters are usually pretty sweet for those who like skiing, which I don't care for personally. Actually, for the majority of New Englanders winters here are basically one huge pain in the ass. Be that as it may, my roommates and me are staying here on campus this weekend and attending the frat party a certain Greek-letters fraternity has been promoting all week. They've rented the Knights of Columbus hall in North Andover with an open invitation to Merrimack students. It's a private affair so under age drinking will be overlooked and all a student needs to do is show a Merrimack ID and fork over twenty-five dollars and they're in. The fraternity claims it's a fund raiser, but they don't mention what the fund raiser is for, not that we care. It's probably a benefit for themselves so the fraternity can then have a private party of their own paid for by profits from students not in the fraternity. Basically a college 'mixer' where college students of both sexes mingle with hopes of getting laid before the night's over. There'll be a live band and all the draft beer you can drink. Nothing special, just a little something different for a Saturday night.

This week Robby and I have been functioning very nicely under our new guidelines; the ones agreed upon last Sunday night during our heart to heart discussion. It was a heart to heart talk about us. Like we've done from time to time in the past, we agreed to change a few things in our relationship. We've dropped the idea of being engaged for one thing. As they say, we 'broke the engagement'. That's the way it's referred to among hetero couples and it's conveniently considered inappropriate to divulge the specific reasons for a broken engagement, although friends and relatives should be advised the engagement is kaputt. Only two people other than Robby and me knew about our engagement in the first place, and Robby's already told Dodger the engagement's off. So, when I tell Chubby that'll be that. Robby and I are going back to being each other's number-one boyfriends instead of fiancés. At this point in our lives being 'boyfriends' is a much more realistic relationship. We're classifying the engagement as an unsuccessful test run of things to come. Along with breaking the engagement we've also scrapped all those plans of Robby's for when we're married. We've agreed it's way too premature for detailed plans of that nature. Robby had been applying some of those 'plans' to our every day lives, and that was putting a strain on our relationship. I was beginning to resent Robby's control of inappropriate aspects of my life. So, we both agree it was a case of too much too soon. Robby feels he was dumb, dumb, dumb to even think about that stuff at this point in our lives. And yeah, it was dumb, but initially I liked the idea for awhile there myself. Not that long of 'awhile' though, but that's all old news now because we've moved on. We're flexible like that.

Some things haven't changed though. Robby's still the leader of our threesome, we still have study groups together, our weight lifting program's the same too, and Robby, Ryan, and me go to classes together, and we're generally getting along quite well. This week though, Ryan hasn't done the weight lifting or study groups with us for a variety of suspect reasons. He and I continue to defer to Robby about small matters like when we do assigned papers, workbooks, or studying for tests. It's actually helpful that Robby nags me about certain college related matters because I have a tendency to put things off to the last minute. Having sex within our threesome, or outside of it for that matter is theoretically fine. So it's back to the wild wild west of side-sex and we can choose to share information's about the side-sex or not, whatever we feel like. This a more relaxed, normal college experience between three friends... with the possibility of gay sex thrown in for good measure. Robby and I don't talk about getting married anymore, although we often talk about ourselves in general. It's all cool. All that being said, Ryan and I haven't had any side-sex since the quickie last Sunday night at the apartment. The same for Ryan and Robby as far as I know. Plus, I also haven't had any other side-sex this week. I guess you could say the wild wild west of side sex is just a concept thus far. Not because I turned side-sex down, but because the opportunity simply didn't present itself. I didn't even go home this Wednesday to get laid by Bean like I've been doing the past two months. I didn't have the urge to do that this week. Getting on a solid footing with Robby seems to have magically reduced Bean's sexiness in my mind. I've heard nothing from Bean about missing our Wednesday sex, so I guess he can take it or leave it. I'm starting to think Bean's sexiness was only a passing affectation of mine, some kind of trick my brain was playing on me. All in all a disappointing side-sex week. On the other hand, Robby and I have sex every day and usually twice a day. Our lovers sex has been deliciously hot too, so it's just the side sex I'm missing. This week's been fairly uneventful in most other ways though. Well, except for Monday when Ryan came to first class with a black eye and a split lip. The poor lad walked into the edge of the open closet door in his dorm room. He was going to the lavatory for a piss in the middle of the night when his face connected in an unfortunate way with the side of the door. I assume that was kind of eventful for him.

Now that I think about it, Ryan's been kinda moody all week. I've given him the high sign a couple of times thinking we could do a quickie. Ya know, times when Robby was preoccupied with baseball activities, but Ryan mysteriously wasn't in the mood for it and his reasons sounded suspiciously like bullshit to me. Nevertheless he's still a sexual hottie as far as I'm concerned, although I'd like to see him be a little more interested in having sex with me... ha ha. Plus he hasn't shaved all week which makes him seem even sexier. Actually I'm kinda hooked on the whole Ryan package and the more he seems blasé about us having sex the more I want it. God, he's so cute and sexy I stare at him when we're lifting, wishing he'd take his shirt off. There's obviously something bothering him though. I know he's upset he doesn't have his car, and then there's his black eye which turned yellow after a couple of days, and I can tell his cut lip still hurts him. So, ya know, he's uncomfortable and kinda cranky. Or maybe he's not getting along all that well with his roommate, fuckwad Marty. I'm only guessing of course, 'cause who the fuck knows, and Ryan's not saying anything. He did mention to me that Marty hates the buzz haircut I gave him, and Ryan's now claiming this is the last buzz cut he's getting the rest of sophomore year. Robby was like, "Oh, come on, Ryan, you twins look hot with the same buzz cuts." Ryan just frowned at that and wouldn't even make eye contact. Kinda weird! Maybe he's having a more serious problem than just some temporary disagreement with his fuckwad roommate. Yeah, one can hope, but the fact is he spends an awful lot of free time with him so a disagreement between them doesn't add up. Plain and simple I'm jealous of Marty, and I can't for the life of me see what he's got that I don't have. Well, he's giving Ryan that dominant sex he's so fond of, so that's a big factor I forgot to consider. That's the major factor probably. And whoa, speaking of the roommate, the few times I've run into Marty this week he sure doesn't seem to like me. I don't like him either, but earlier this week I offered him a free haircut anyway. I was hoping Ryan would appreciate my goodwill gesture. But, oh shit, fuckwad Marty told me, scornfully, 'No thanks, I do not rock a fucked-up home haircut, dude! I go to professional hair stylist." Rude motherfucker! Ryan was standing right there too and didn't stick-up for my haircutting ability. He just looked away like he was embarrassed, or maybe he wished I wouldn't talk to the fuckwad at all. Well, he doesn't need to worry about that now 'cause I have no intention of trying to be friendly with that asshole ever again.

The Monday morning quiz earlier this week, the one we studied for last Sunday night, produced grades of 94 for both Robby and me, but Ryan got a 72. Puzzling, so Robby and I were like, "Dude, you knew that material! What happened?" He said his split lip and eye ached, so his mind wasn't on the test.

Sounds like more bullshit to me. I took the opportunity, when Robby was talking with a teammate, to ask Ryan directly if there was anything wrong. He just shook his head and mumbled, "Nothing's wrong. My face hurts, that's all." Then I asked Ryan if fuckwad Marty found out about us fucking and Ryan got pissed-off at me for always referring to Marty as fuckwad. He did not say if fuckwad knew about our quick sexy fuck though, so I just don't know. Later, thinking about Ryan's black eye and split lip, I asked Robby if he thought Ryan's roommate maybe had a fight with Ryan? I didn't mention the possible fight maybe happened because Ryan told Marty about us having sex. Robby shrugged, saying, "I don't know, why don't you ask him, babe. If they did have a fight it was one-sided because Marty didn't have a scratch on him when I saw him this morning in the quad." That was Monday and later that day I came right out and asked Ryan if he had a fight with his roommate, being careful not to refer to Marty as fuckwad. Ryan told me, "Don't be an ass! Why the fuck would we fight?" Me thinks he protests too much, and with a little too much vitriol towards me too I might add. Okay, I can take a hint, I'm not mentioning Marty to Ryan again, like forever. Fuck that. So Robby and me are getting along beautifully, but something's up with Ryan. It's always something, isn't it?

And oh yeah, Chubby, Robby, and I had a little party at the apartment last Tuesday night. Chubby has a late class on Wednesdays while Robby and I have

no classes at all, so Tuesday's a good night to tie on a beer load. Beer loads are kind of an obligation to do regularly anyway, what with us being college students and all. Robby invited three or four teammates, including Danny Monday. Chubby invited John Beverly and two other guys I never got to meet, and a lot of the guys brought dates including Chubby. The center of activity was a quarter keg of beer from Tracy's speakeasy. The keg plus some pizzas was basically all we offered, although a few of the guys had pints of liquor 'cause they claimed liquor's quicker. I invited Tracy who brought a girl other than Sandra. Because of that, obviously he and I didn't have our follow-up 'date' like I anticipated we might. It was a typical beer party with music and everyone joking and bullshitting about our year at Merrimack so far. Lots of laughs with about twenty guys and girls crowded into our apartment and some weed smoking taking place out on the balcony. No Ryan though, and he told me he was coming. I even told him to bring his roommate, without mentioning fuckwad Marty's name. Ryan hasn't eaten dinner with us once this week and it's the first week he hasn't all year, so that's further indication that something's up with my twin. The only conclusion I can come up with is Marty's laid down some tough rules for Ryan, and Ryan's doing what he's told. Ironic that Robby dropped the controlling-boss routine with me and Marty picked it up with Ryan. I'm just guessing that's the case because, like I said, Ryan won't talk about it. There's not a fucking thing I can do about it either.

On another front, like I said, I've reactivated my alley-catting ways, but this week has produced exactly nothing in the way of side-sex so far. However, that could change soon because Dougie Hamilton and his hot gay roommate, Jamie Mc Farland, asked me for free haircuts this Saturday, which is tomorrow. Conveniently, in the afternoon both Chubby and Robby will be out of the apartment, so I scheduled the boys' haircuts for one o'clock. That'll be an ideal opportunity for me to see if the roommates still want to do that three-way they've been hinting about for the past two months. I'm horny for side-sex because sexual variety is missing in my life. Sure, Robby's been a hot sexy sex partner all week, but I'm still missing a little side-sex. It's that simple. Funny that I don't even need nearly the frequency of side-sex I've had in the past, but now I'm getting none, and that's not cutting it. For one thing I wanna see if side-sex still holds the allure for me it has in the past, and I'm kinda thinking it will, heh heh.

Classes on Friday turn out to be uneventful too, except before our last class Ryan actually goofed around with me a little by goosing my ass for the first time this week. I looked at him, grinning, "Your eye's looking better,

Ryan. How's your lip feel?" He says, "It's good, I usually heal quickly." I point at him, "Okay, but you need to stop walking around in your room in the dark." He chuckles, asking, "You gonna be around this weekend?" I say, "Yeah, we're going to that frat party at the Knights Of Columbus. Aren't you going?" He shrugs, "Um, I don't know yet. I'd like to, but... ya know, I'm not sure." Smelling the back of my hand I'm looking at him, kind of concerned. "Is everything okay, Ryan? You know, with him, the roommate." He looks away, then back at me, reaching up to rub my head, and avoiding that question he has one for me instead, asking, "You still like the haircut I gave you?" I go, "Yep, it rocks!" He leaves his hand on my head, mumbling, "I miss you, Dylan." I smile, "Well, we see each other every day, but I know what you mean." He nods, "Yeah, but ya know...." I want to give him a hug so badly, except my attempts at affection with him this week haven't been well received. He's been shrugging away from hugs, and the same for when I try putting my arm across his shoulders like friends do. He's more receptive today though, so I'm hoping he'll open up a little and tell me what's wrong. Then Robby calls over to us, breaking the mood, "Come on you two! Class is starting."

It's our last class of the week and naturally we're sitting in our regular seats with Robby in the middle. I'm leaning forward resting the side of my head on my hand, my elbow on the desk, looking past Robby at Ryan. He's got

the cutest profile sitting there concentrating on what the professor's saying. He must sense me staring though because his eyes glance over in my direction and I grin at him with him trying not to, but he grins back anyway and even blushes a little. The class drags on for seemingly two days or so and then the professor's holding up a stack of papers, saying, "Okay, have a nice weekend. On your way out you need to take one of these outlines sheets and complete them for next week's class." It's a pain-in-the-ass log jam at the door with everyone being handed an outline sheet. There's more of this fuckin' homework type shit in college than I ever had in high school. You'd think these numbnut professors would get tired of marking papers.

We make our way outside with Robby saying, "I've gotta stop down at the baseball office for a few minutes, Dylan. I'll meet you at the pickup," then to Ryan, "How 'bout hanging-out with Dylan and me tonight, Ryan. We'll do barbecue or something for dinner. Whaddaya say?" Ryan goes, "Um, I'll check with Marty to see if we have plans for tonight. If we don't, can he come too, Rob?" He knows better than to ask me. Robby shrugs, "Sure, why not. Hope we see you tonight. I gotta run." We watch Robby jog away in the snow, then

it's strangely a little awkward as Ryan and I stand here together. For something to do I light a cigarette and offer Ryan one. He looks around, then takes one, mumbling, "Thanks." I'm holding my Bic lighter over to light his cigarette, asking, "What, you're not allowed to smoke now?" Meaning basically Marty won't let him. Ryan takes a deep drag and holds it in his lungs a couple of seconds before exhaling, like he didn't want to let the smoke go, then he shrugs, mumbling, "So what? There's lots of things I'm not allowed to do. Not that I want to talk about it." We're walking slowly in the general direction of the parking lot, which is away from the general direction of Ryan's dorm.

I'm kicking at the snow underfoot wondering what I should say about Ryan's last comment. Marty won't allow him do a lot of things? What the fuck's that all about? I'm a little pissed off about that too, so I abruptly stop and

grab Ryan's arm stopping him too. "Ryan, you and I are tight, dude. We've had incredibly wonderful times together and I'm not going to just let you drift away from me because of, um, your roommate. It sounds like he's getting to be the same as all the other dominant asshole's you've hooked-up with in the past?" He makes a face at me, like, 'Don't be stupid,' and says, "It's really none of your business, Dylan, but no, he's not like those other cretins. Okay? You satisfied now?" I say, "No, it's not okay and I'm far from satisfied. I care about you! This whole fuckin' week you've been moody and grumpy, two things you never used to be. What's making you that way? And don't say it's because you don't have your car. I couldn't get you to leave the campus even once this week." He drags on his cigarette, looking at the ground. I get my arm around his neck, and try lightening the mood, saying jokingly, "You'll tell me what's bothering you or I'll beat it out of you." Again I can see he's trying not to grin, but he does anyway as he leans against me, mumbling, "You couldn't beat anything out of me, Dylan, I'm much stronger than you, and you fucking know it." I pull his head over and kiss him on the side of his forehead, then let him go because his sexy scent got my dick moving in my pants. Springing a boner as a result of that tiny amount of physical contact would be way embarrassing.

I say, "Okay, yeah, you're stronger, but I'm bigger and that evens things out." He goes, "No it doesn't, but I'd never fight with you anyway because I

lov... um, like you too much. I told you before, you're the best friend I've ever had." I go, "Thanks, and you know how special I think you are too. So why have you been stuck on the campus all week? Why didn't you hang out with Rob and me at all?" He looks at the ground, then tries to make it sound like it's all kinda silly, a no big deal kind of thing, saying, "Duh, I'm grounded this week, that's why. Marty said I had to stay on campus this week. You know how it goes with the sub/dom stuff, Dylan, it's a game, kinda." What the fuck do I say to that? Marty grounded him! Really? We smoke and begin slowly walking again. For something to say that doesn't have to do with the creepy grounding, I ask, "Were you serious about not letting me give you a buzz cut for your next haircut. You can do mine." He shrugs, "I'd love to do yours, but even though I want to it doesn't look like I'm going to be able to get another buzz cut myself. I'm trying to negotiate with Marty about the kind of haircut I'm allowed to get next time." Hmm, fuckwad apparently is a Willie Worthington disciple. I ask, "That's pretty fucking weird, Ryan. So, um, how's the negotiating going?" Ryan shrugs, muttering, "Not good. He says I'll be coming to the barbers with him when my hair grows out. Eventually I'll probably have a preppy haircut like Marty's. Like the one you gave me before I decided to get a buzz." Oh yeah, no doubt about it, fuckwad has definitely read Willie Worthington's 'Ways To Be Dominant' instructional guide.

After pausing to let that sink in, I'm like, "Well, that simply sucks!" He looks at me smiling and smirking, "Guess what, Marty says you're jealous of

him." I go, "The fucking nerve of that asswipe! He's right though, I am jealous because you know damn well I've got a major fucking crush on you." Ryan blows out a long exhale of cigarette smoke, saying, "I know you do and it's fucking killing me I can't exercise the major fucking crush I have for you right back at you." I ask, "Is he the reason you've been avoiding even a hint of intimacy with me?" He goes, "Yeah, but like I said, you know how the sub/dom stuff works, Dylan. By now I'm kind of like brainwashed or something. He's awesomely dominant during sex though, and it's like I feel I'm indebted to him or something." I mumble, "Yeah Ryan, sub/dom sex is cool, but you need a life away from the sex too." He goes, "Marty's doing a lot more dominant sex than I ever did with you, and it gets addictive. As a matter of fact you'd absolutely love it. Unfortunately he doesn't like you even a little bit, so he won't do a three-way with you and me. I'm not allowed to utter your name around Marty." I go, "Are you kidding me? Wait a minute, you asked him to have a three-way with us two? Fuck that! I wouldn't do it with him under any circumstances. Fuckin' fuckwad!" He chuckles, "Yeah, you would. If Marty spent ten minutes with you he wouldn't need to ask you because you'd be asking him to please do it with you." I'm outraged, "You're brainwashed alright! He doesn't interest me at all! I wouldn't want to even touch him. He's repellant to me." Ryan shrugs, "That's what you say now, but it'd be hot, Dylan! If I can talk Marty into it, oh man." I make a face, shaking my head, muttering, "No way." Ryan grins, his face close to mine, "Please, but you need to suck up to him a little? Just imagine, you and me, side by side, being Marty's submissive boys. That'd be the ultimate hot sub/dom sex. Like I said though, you probably gotta humble yourself to Marty before he'll accept you." I say sarcastically, "Oh I'm so fucking sure I'll humble myself to him. Hey, any dog collars show up in your life yet?" He goes, "As a matter of fact, yeah. Just this past Monday he strapped one around my neck real tight and from now on the minute I walk in the dorm room I'm supposed to put it on first thing, just as tight. And I need to do it even if he's not there. It's a well used dog collar with sweat stains and the leather's rough against my skin. So far he hasn't made me wear it outside, but I know that's coming too." I'm so pissed at myself! Listening to Ryan talking about that is giving me a hard-on.

I suppose it'd be wicked hypocritical of me to mock Ryan for being so submissive to Marty because I've done that submissive shit myself, and Ryan knows it because he was one of the dom's I was submissive to. I've also done it

with Willie and some others. Even though it got me turned-on thinking about a three-way with Ryan and me being submissive boys to Marty, the other stuff about Ryan being totally controlled by that fuckwad sounds stupid when I hear him talking about it. I basically hate the thought of fuckwad running Ryan's life. I ask, "You're saying, you're never going to, you know, do it with me again? Is that the bottom line." He says, "I'm afraid I'll screw-up with Marty if I do it with you! One more time with you could totally fuck-up my relationship with him." Frowning, I'm staring at him like I can't believe my ears. He says, "Don't look at me like that, Dylan. It's been like really hot with him, especially lately." I don't want to ask this, but I can't stop myself. "Is it hotter than some of those times you and I have had unbelievably hot sex together?" He goes, "Um, it's so different, Dylan, it's impossible to compare the two. You know, I'm like you, Dylan, I love being submissive during sex. You should understand that. It's like a drug you get addicted to"

We're at Robby's pickup truck leaning against it with me adjusting my junk after getting that partial hard-on. Ryan makes it sound hot talking about him and me being Marty's submissive boys together. No way am I gonna suck up to fuckwad Marty though. If he asked me nicely I might do it for one afternoon to make Ryan happy, but that'd be it. Finished our cigarettes we drop them in the snow at the same time, and step on them. While the concept of him and me being submissive together got my dick's attention, the other stuff he's told me makes him sounds pathetic. What the fuck's wrong with him? I go, "You gotta stand the fuck up for yourself, Ryan, fer chrissakes! Grounded? That's childish bullshit." He doesn't say anything, his head hangs like a puppy who's been yelled at, then a quietly muttered, "You did it." I go, "With you, who I know cares for me. You hardly know Marty and he could be another sicko luring you in until you're his submissive poodle, groomed the way your master wants." Then another thought occurs to me, I rub his shoulder, "You doing a lot of real drugs, Ryan? A lot of weed with fuckwad? " and I can't stop myself from adding, "Is that how you get through all this shit with the fuckwad?" He's making a snowball that he throws at me when I said that thing about the fuckwad. I bat it away as he says, "Please don't call him that. He treats me good most of the time. He's not like those losers in Georgia. As for the weed, I'm not smoking as much as I'd like because Marty only allows me to share two joints with him a night. And that's only after he's finished dominating me and he's satisfied I've shown the proper amount of submissiveness to him." I think that's probably a good idea to curtail the pot smoking, but I say, "Fuck him, it's your marijuana isn't it? You should be able to smoke as much as you want." Ryan shrugs, but doesn't say anything. I'm like, "So Ryan, what else do you need to do for, um, your roommate?" He goes, "It's personal, Dylan. Saying out loud what he makes me do would creep me out, like it embarrasses me. But, ya know, while I'm doing the stuff it seems incredibly sexy and hot, hot, hot. Then sure, afterwards I feel a little humiliated." I go, "Right there! That's the fucking warning sign that he's gone too far. If you're humiliated afterwards, then fuckwad has crossed the line!" Ryan takes a deep breath, muttering, "You might be right, but he's been increasing the things I need to do for him gradually for, how long now, what's it been... almost three months so far?"

I'm thinking about what I can do to get Ryan to come to his senses. Fuckwad Marty is obviously why Ryan hasn't dared to have sex with me or even act a little affectionate since last Sunday. After the first few weeks of the semester Ryan and I have had sex together a total of... once. One time in two

months. Oh yeah, and I remember Ryan telling me last week that he's not allowed to have sex with anyone other than fuckwad, then later that same day, last Sunday, we did have sex together. I ask him, "What was different last Sunday? We had that uber hot buddy sex, you and me! We really were into each other, weren't we? So how come you decided to fuck me after two months of nothing?" He goes, "You think it's been easy not doing it with you? I lasted that long using every ounce of self discipline I could come up with, but my resistance gave out last Sunday. Now it's just a wonderful memory for me, Dylan, one I think about all the time." I mumble, "Lets make some more memories, what the fuck?" He looks at me, "I can't, but you don't understand something. First off, the very fact you have a crush on me is astonishing to me. I'm nothing special and you're way better than special. Your crush on me is like the most flattering thing that's ever happened to me in my whole life. So please understand how I feel about you, but I can't give up Marty. That's how much into his dominant ways I've become. Too deep maybe, like you said, but it is what it is." I go, "Goddammit! I told you before, you don't need to give him up like you claim, not because you do side-sex with me. Just don't tell the asshole we did it! It's that simple. Keep your mouth shut and how the fuck will he know?" Ryan makes a face, mumbling, "He has his ways of finding stuff out. You don't know him. He's smart and he really knows what he's doing as my master." I go, "Master? You mean you're into that slave/master bullshit?" Ryan looks around, "Keep your voice down, Dylan. No, not that. I should have said 'dom', not master. But it's like I fantasize about him and me being in a slave/master thing sometimes. He'd have no problem pulling that off let me tell ya." He sounds delusional or sick in the head saying stuff like that." I say, "You warned me about getting too submissive to you last spring, but you're not following your own advise with that pervert." He shakes his head, "He's not a pervert, and I know what I'm doing, Dylan. You didn't know what you were doing so I warned you to be careful." Smelling the back of my wrist I'm looking at Ryan and thinking about maybe running Marty over a few times with Robby's pickup. I hate the thought of Ryan being that prick's submissive servant-boy. Feeling helpless, I mumble, "Ya know, I really have this 'thing' for you big time, Ryan. It's not some passing fancy like you thought it was before. And Marty's not nearly good enough for you, not even close to being good enough."

I glance to my left and see Robby walking towards us so Ryan and I stop talking about his situation. Robby joins us, and squeezes the back of both our

necks affectionately, cheerfully asking, "Ready to go, guys?" Ryan says, "I'm not sure, Rob. I'll see what Marty's got going for tonight and text you or Dylan. I can walk over if, um, you know he doesn't have anything planned for us." He means if he's allowed to have dinner with us. Robby gives him a peck on the lips, saying, "Hope you can make it. See ya later." I go to give Ryan a hug and a kiss, but he turns his head so I only get him on the cheek, as he's murmuring, "You're too tempting, Dylan, I'm sorry." Robby's already in the driver's seat so I pat Ryan's shoulder, "Hope we see you tonight, twin," and he nods his head not looking at me as I walk around and get in the passenger seat. Ryan's standing there watching us and I'll bet he wishes he could just get in here with us. I feel bad for him, but at the same time it pisses me off he has to ask fuckwad's permission to do anything. God, that's so fucking stupid! I'll remember this whenever I get the urge to be as submissive as Ryan's being. Submissiveness is only intended for short periods, and only while having sex. Robby and me have always been able to work things out satisfactorily between us, but I don't see that happening with the fuckwad and Ryan. Too bad, but Ryan's got to step up and insist on some changes like I did or he's lost. Robby asks, "Everything okay with you and your twin?" I wish I never coined that 'twin' phrase even though I use it myself too much. I go, "Yeah, sort of, but his roommate has Ryan eating out of his hand. Ryan has to ask permission to do anything, and he was 'grounded' this week, if you can believe that." Robby goes, "Get the fuck outta here, grounded! Is he back in middle school or something, Jesus." I go, "It's that sub/dom stuff and it's going on with those two around the clock. Dumb!" Robby glances over at me, then mumbles, "Huh, that's the first time I've heard you call it dumb. Progress at last." I go, "That shit is for occasional sex games and certainly not for twenty-four hours a day." Robby shrugs, changing the subject, asking, "Is Chub gonna be home for dinner tonight?" I'm like, "I'll text him and find out."

Chubby texts back that he's at the apartment right now and he'll be there for dinner. After dinner he wants us to check out Tracy's speakeasy. Hmmm, not a bad idea. I read the text to Robby as he's parking the pickup right next to the back door of our building. How can he be so lucky all the time with these parking spots?! As we're getting out, he says, "Tracy's tonight, huh? We're going to that frat thing tomorrow night, but fuck we haven't had a beer since Tuesday night so, yeah, count me in." It's only four-thirty in

the afternoon so we've got some free time before dinner. Going up to our second floor apartment, Robby says, "Danny's probably gonna be at Tracy's tonight. He said something about that when I was in the baseball office." I shrug, "Just remember you're with me, okay?" He goes, "Oh come on! Don't you know after three years you're who I want to be with? Always my first choice with no one even close as a second choice." I smirk, "Just a subtle reminder, that's all." He laughs, mumbling, "Subtle as a sledgehammer." Inside we find Chubby talking on his cell phone. I hear him saying something beginning with 'Jude' so I'm thinking it's probably Judy Rinker, the girl who tried to pick me up the first day at Merrimack. Chubby looks up giving us a smile and a wave, then laughs at something she says. He goes, "Jude, that not even legal in most states." I get a text from Ryan, 'If the invitation is still open, I can come over tonight. Marty can't make it though.' A big smile breaks out on my face, and I'm excited, but force myself to be casual when I say, "Rob, it looks like Ryan's jailor is letting him out tonight. The fuckwad can't make it though. How disappointing." Robby says, "What do you have against Marty? He's alright." I go, "No he's not. He's fucking with Ryan's head and he insulted me when out of the goodness of my heart I offered him a free haircut. God knows he could use one."

Robby takes a deep breath and I know he wants to say I'm jealous of Marty because of Ryan, but he keeps it to himself. He just says, "Do you wanna give Ryan a ride over here, or would you rather I do it?" I shrug, "Either way is okay with me," and Chubby says, "Let Robby do it, Dylan, you need to give me a haircut." So that's settled. I text Ryan that Robby's on his way and he should be on the front steps of his dorm. Robby leaves and Chubby takes his shirt off, pulls a stool away from the kitchen bar, and sits on it, incongruously asking, "Did you happen to read that Cato Institute report about how welfare benefits pay way more than minimum wage. That's happening in about two-thirds of the our fifty states?" I'm getting the barber stuff out, mumbling, "Well, gee Chub, no, I missed that Cato Institute report." He goes, "Ya gotta keep informed, bro. In Hawaii welfare benefits equal $29.13 per hour. Ya know, if the recipient worked a regular eight hour days five days a week. They don't of course, because why the fuck would work when they can get $29.13 per hour for sitting on their ass doing nothing or playing a round of golf, swimming in the ocean, or hula dancing, or whatever the fuck they do in Hawaii." Plugging in the clippers, I say, "That can't be right, Chub. Is this some kind of joke?" He says, "It's a joke alright, a sick joke that happens to be true. Of course I don't especially give a shit since I don't pay taxes in Hawaii." I say, "You don't pay taxes anywhere." He mumbles, "Well yeah, but I will in a couple of years. Welfare people in Hawaii get the equivalent of $60,590 a year for not working." I go, "How about here in Taxachusetts?" He says, "Hawaii is the worst, or best depending if you're on welfare or not, then next it's DC, and guess, which state is third worst, depending if you work or not?" I say, "Well, since you're highlighting the third on the list of fifty states, I gotta assume it's here in our lovely state of Massachusetts." He goes, "Bingo! It is Massachusetts where you'll get a mere $50,820 a year on welfare." I go, "Fuck that cheapo welfare, I'll move to Hawaii when I go on welfare. Do you think welfare would buy me a plane ticket from here to Hawaii? I mean if I'm actually on welfare." He goes, "Probably a first class seat." I'm like, "Well, I'm not on welfare yet, so what type of haircut would you like?"

He runs his fingers through his hair, "Yeah, good question, Dylan. Hmmm, something I don't need to fuss with, but that still looks cool. So it should be short, but not a summer-length buzz cut like I see you and your little twin are rockin' again." I go, "I know just the hairstyle for you, leave it to me. First a shampoo though." Chubby mostly goes along with anything I wanna do, so he follows me into the bathroom. After shampooing his hair and rinsing it, and then drying it with first a towel and later a brush and a hair dryer, we go back to the living room and he gets on the stool again, saying, "That's a classy addition to the awesome haircutting experience you provide, bro. I'm thinking of having you give me baths and showers too. Whaddaya think about that?" I go, "Don't tempt me." He chuckles as I start cutting his hair with a number two guard on the clippers. I've been giving my brother haircuts for eleven or twelve years now. It's always been fun in the past and it still is. He has nice brown hair to go with his brown eyes and smooth pale tan complexion like our dad had. Like me, Chubby doesn't have any beard showing yet either. We're a couple of baby faces.

I always take my time cutting his hair, drawing out the experience. He never complains because I think he enjoys it as much as I do. I give him a fairly short haircut, but not short enough that it sticks up on top. Just long enough to lay down on top with one-inch bangs he can comb to the side or leave on his forehead. The bangs are cut so they're feathered, not blunt ended. Looks neat, easy to care for, and kinda casually cool. I pass him the handheld mirror and he looks, then says, "A masterpiece of haircutting. You're the Michelangelo of haircuts, Dylan." I mutter, "And it only cost you a kiss too." He gets up, "A fuckin' bargain, bro," and kisses me on the lips. I ask, "No tip?" He laughs again kissing me real fast, mumbling, "Thanks, Dylan.' I go, "A pleasure, I'm sure. See you next time."

Ryan and Robby come in as I'm cleaning up hair clippings. Chubby's in his bathroom taking a shower. Ryan smiles, "I got a get-out-of-jail-free card tonight, Dylan." I go, "Yeah, good to have you join us again, Ryan. Did Marty

have something to do tonight?" Ryan goes, "Him and Rex are going into Boston. Glad I didn't have to go." I let it slide, but what's he mean, 'glad I didn't have to go'? Like Marty's his boss, his parent, his ruler? Actually I guess he's all three to Ryan by now. Grow a pair, Ryan! I keep my mouth shut though. Robby says to me, "Since you have the barber stuff out, how 'bout a trim. Just neaten it up around my ears and neck, okay?" I go, "My pleasure, boss." Off comes his shirt and it takes less then five minutes to make his hair neat to the degree five inches long hair can be neat. When I'm done I'm silently cursing myself for forgetting the shampoo. Robby gets up, "Thank, Dylan," and he gives me a really nice kiss with some of his delicious pink tongue involved in it. I take a deep breath, asking him, "Is it time for bed yet?" He laughs, "That makes me feel good, Dylan. It's not time yet, babe, but it's getting there." Ryan's busy pretending to look at the Rolling Stone magazine he picked up from the coffee table, but I saw him glance up during Robby's hot kiss.

A cell phone rings and it turns out to be Robby's. He's on the phone talking to his dad about business so Ryan and I go into my bedroom and play a game on my computer. We're in a contest to see how many creatures from outer space we can kill. I have a shitty score because most of the time I'm glancing over at Ryan's face with his scraggily little beard growth, and looking at the cool way the computer screen reflects off the lenses of his eyeglasses. The game's over and I pat his shoulder, "You won." We sit here a few seconds not talking so I do a fake cough, then mumble, "I'm thinking about taking a shower and putting on a change of clothes since we're going to the speakeasy later." Ryan says, "Oh, I didn't know we were going there. Um, I didn't mention that to Marty." I make myself keep my mouth shut, but I'd like to scream at him that this is no fucking way to live your supposedly freewheeling college days. He looks at me, "What's wrong, Dylan?" I go, "Oh nothing, nothing at all," and he asks, "Can I take a shower after you and then borrow some clothes?" Wetting my lips, I say, "How 'bout we take a shower together. You'll be safe with me, Ryan." He stares at me with his mouth open a little, then he mumbles, "Do you think I should text Marty and tell him where I'll be after dinner?" I say, "NO!"

Robby comes into the bedroom then, interrupting our little discussion. He goes, "Dylan, buddy, I gotta take a ride over to Danny's for a few minutes, and no, not for that. His car needs a jump, the battery's dead. Keep me company, what do ya say?" I mumble, "I thought you were talking with your dad." He's like, "Yeah, I was, and then Danny called. He's not going to Tracy's tonight, by the way. He's making a trip back home for some reason. His mother called him about something his younger brother needs." I say, "I was gonna take a shower, Rob." He looks like he wants to say something like, 'Take it later,' except he's eliminating a lot of his bossiness, so instead he says, "Oh, okay, babe. How 'bout you, Ryan. Keep me company?" Ryan mumbles, "I better not, Rob. My roommate might get the wrong idea if he sees me riding off with you." Robby's shaking his head, "That's, um, fucking nuts, Ryan. The three of us outta talk about, um, if you're alright. We care about you." For some reason Ryan blushes, saying, "I'm fine, I'm doing good. You two don't need to worry about me, really. I mean I appreciate that you care, but everything is cool. I'm good." Robby shrugs, "Yeah? Okay, I'll see you guys later. Oh, can you hit Stop & Shop, Dylan. Get some ribs for the grille? We'll use the gas grille and so what if there's snow on the balcony." I go, "Sure, Robby. I can whip up some quickie potato salad too. We'll pretend it's summer." Robby grins, "See ya later."

Ryan and me are quietly alone again, me smelling the back of my hand wanting to suggest again that we take a shower together. Fuck it though, I already suggested it and he ignored it. Finally I abruptly say, "Of course you can shower here, ya nut. Choose any of my clothes you want. Right now I'm going to microwave some potatoes so they have time to chill off in the refrigerator for the potato salad I'll make later. After we take showers I'll drive to Stop & Shop and buy the baby back ribs. You can hide here in the apartment to be sure your fuckwad dom roommate doesn't see you alone in the car with me." Ryan jumps up, yelling, "Oh, fuck you! I'm sick of you putting me and Marty down. I'll walk back to the fucking campus," and he starts to walk off with tears in his eyes. I grab his arm. "Okay, I apologize. I'm sorry, Ryan. It's just that I miss you and I think you're fucking up what could be an awesome year of college." He sucks on his lips, then looks me in the eyes as one tear rolls down his cheek, and says, "I'm sorry too. It's very upsetting to me that you're being so critical of what I do." I wipe his tear off with the pad of my thumb, "I'm sorry, " and he goes, "Um, I'd love to take a shower with you if you still want to. It'll be fun to do that again after so long." Hot shit! We walk into the kitchen with my arm around his neck and him leaning against my side, his arm around my waist. We reminisce about other times we've showered together as I'm cooking four Yukon Gold potatoes in the microwave. After four minutes I open the microwave door and the potatoes are hissing and spitting little sprays of moisture. Sliding a small paring knife into one to see if it's tender, and it's good so the cooked spuds go into the refrigerator to cool.

Ryan says, "I like to watch you cook." I grin as he adds, "Or watch you do anything actually. I watched you give Rob his haircut. Everything you do you make look easy." Smiling at him I'm running my fingers slowly through his buzz cut, the very one Marty hates. We're looking into each other eye's as our faces slowly come together for a tentative kiss on the lips. Ryan's hand goes behind my head and he brings my faces against his tightly now. He does one of the kisses he saves just for me and he does it very dreamily and sexily slow. I wrap his tight little body in my arms and hug him against me with his sexy scent making me dizzy with desire. Our mouths suck together, we take turns sucking on each other bottom lip, and then we're into deep sloppy kissing as both of us spring hard boners. We're moaning into each other's mouth with Ryan walking us, doing little side steps, toward my bedroom while we continue kissing. My hands rub up the back of his head, over the top, and then reverse the direction dragging my hands down his back to cup his hot ass cheeks. They're tight and plump, each the size of half of a honeydew melon. Squeezing them both a few times, almost lifting him off his feet while humping my hard boner gently against his. Ryan's hand stays behind my head, his other one gropes my ass with our mouths, lips, and tongue constantly moving and sucking together, basically exchanging saliva with one another. Our combined saliva drools off both our chins and when we're just inside the bedroom Ryan kicks the door closed and pulls my pants down past my slim hips, meeting a little resistance getting them past my bubble butt. He grips my cock stroking it and then gives my nuts a squeeze making me go up on my toes grunting. I hold my breath afraid I'm gonna cum right now. My body's stiff as Ryan squeezes my nuts again. Not so hard I want to scream, but hard enough to bring on a delicious submissive curtain that seems to drift down over me. I moan, "Oooh Ryan, umm, don't." He puts his lips on my ear, "Sorry, but I want to bring you pleasure and a contrast of pain to enhance the pleasure," and another harder squeeze with me laying against him,

clutching him. He whispers, "I want you to float in the air with sexual pleasure as I dominate you sexually."

I'm breathing deeply hugging Ryan, and now limp, I'm fully laying against him, my pants around my knees. Ryan pushes me toward the bed so I take little steps in that direction as he pulls his pants down. I glance at his eight inch heavy cock sticking almost straight out from his groin poking me as we slowly make our way to the bed. Wow, that cock of his is hard. Knowing he got aroused from us kissing and hugging gives me a twinge in my sore nuts, almost like I'm going to cum. His large long cock droops slightly due to it's weight, but it's almost straight out from his body. I look at mine as I reach the bed and I'm almost embarrassed. That's a man-sized cock on Ryan. He grabs my face between both his hands and kisses me hard, our teeth scraping together. He ends the kiss dragging his tongue down my chin, then back up so he can push a big gob of his spit between my lips and another one clogs the front of my nostrils. Ryan's breathing deeply, his face very red, his eyeglasses foggy. He rubs his arm over his foggy glasses and then off they come to be dropped on my desk. Ryan turns me around pushing my head down on the bed, my face on the bedspread. This is much the same way he fucked me last Sunday except Ryan leaned me over the sink that time. He's awesomely dominant without especially trying to be. Ryan's in a very aroused state doing with me what's become natural for him. Natural for him when he's the one doing the fucking, that is. He's only done it with me, so the way he's done it in the past has become the norm in his subconscious mind. Or in his conscious mind for all I know. It's so fucking hot though.

He's leaning over me, one hand pushing my face against the bedspread as the other one lines-up his hard cock with my asshole. He pushes the head of his cock against my asshole spreading the lips as I grit my teeth. Ryan's making breathy "Ooh," sounds, breathing deeply, but instead of pushing his cock past my sphincter, he pull the half of a head out, followed by four hard smacks on my ass, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" the sound reverberating in my ears leaving my right butt cheek quivering and stinging. Taking his hand off the back of my head, he breathlessly says, "Stay just like that." I'm hoping he hasn't changed his mind as I turn my face so my left cheek is on the bed and I can watch him go in the bathroom. To take a piss... now? Reaching back I massage my stinging ass, then pull my hand away when Ryan comes back into the bedroom stoking his boner, leaving it shiny with Vaseline. Ah, considerate lubricant. "I'm extra big tonight, Dylan, and I don't want it to hurt too much when I enter you." I nod my head as I'm rubbing my boner on the edge of the bed. Precum wets my groin but it feels good on my cock. "The hand he used spreading the lubricant on his boner is now pushing the side of my face down on the bed tightly, the Vaseline smearing in my hair, his hand sliding a little. Ryan's looking at my ass, lining his boner's head with my asshole again, and this time it's steady pressure from his hips pushing the head in past my sphincter muscle, stretching the lips painfully, and then pushing, pushing, pushing his cock up my ass constantly spreading the walls of my rectum until he's leaning against my buttocks. Ryan lets out his held breath with a long sigh, "Ooooooh..." and he lays his chest on my back doing little humps against my ass, the side of his forehead against my chin. As my rectum throbs with pain desperately trying to adjust to the rather fast fat invasion, I inhale Ryan's scent from his hair and the top of his head. It makes my shoulders shudder as my rectum calms down and the hurt fades away.

Ryan keeps up the little humps against my buttocks barely moving his boner inside me. His hands rub up and down the sides of my ribs just this side of tickling me. He licks on my back, long licks that give me chills and shivers. Then, straightening up he pulls his cock back out, back, back as I moan in pleasure, "Mmmmm, oooh, Ryan, ooh, ahh, aahh." The ridge at the bottom of his cock's head is hard like the rubber in a car's tire and it's pulled the lips of my anus backwards as Ryan breathes noisily and then drives that huge organ back up my ass and the sensations inside me have me shaking on the bed and moaning embarrassingly, like it's my first time being fucked. I've been yearning for this all week and it's not disappointing me one bit. He's let go of my head leaving the warmed Vaseline drooling down the side of my forehead slightly. Ryan grips my hips, spreading a little Vaseline on me there, and pulls back his engorged cock again until the lips of my anus are again stretched backwards. Then, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds fill my world as I grovel on the bed with deep sexual pleasure, thinking about nothing except the screaming pleasure sensations in my ass. My anus and prostate are simultaneously sizzling with pleasure signals overwhelming my senses in the most deliciously way imaginable. Ryan increases his thrusting while continuing his noisy, breathy, moans, "Uum, uum, umm, umm," first sucking in air and then it comes out his nose making a different more desperate noise. Sounds of intense arousal, and desire, and sexual pleasure wrapped up together.

The constant smooth very tight ride up my ass and back by his ever fattening cock, as hard as a cock can get, has me writhing on the bed with intense pleasure inside my rectum. Ryan's squeezing and gripping my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh as his cock pounds inside me. My orgasm comes on too fast again. His scent, his tight body slamming against my buttocks, his huge hard organ spreading the walls of my rectum sliding against the lips of my anus and against my prostate, all eight inches of that hard fat boner,

repeatedly back and forth in my ass has me on the verge of climax in only two minute or so. I try holding off a climax with all my might because it feels so fucking good, it's truly indescribable. He lays on my back again pushing my head into the bedspread with both his hands, his hips rhythmically driving his boner back and forth with me now spastically trying to hump back into his thrusting and then a universe of brightness in my head as my back arches and I try humping my hips as my climax's exploding. "Ooooh, aasaah, fuck!" I squeal loudly making a total ass of myself. My squealing was a high pitched squeal with cum gushing out of my cock traveling the inch between my cock and the side of the bed basically splashing back covering my cock and drooling down to my balls, then more cum as I grovel under Ryan. I'm too stimulated now to make a real sound except a long noisy whizzing exhale of air. Then I'm numb with too many nerve endings going off like firecrackers, my shoulders shuddering, my eyes blinking on their own, and my toes curling up tightly. Limp now I feel like there aren't any bones or muscles in my body even as Ryan's body stiffens, and he goes, "Ahhhh, ooh, aaah." His groin tight against my ass with him still humping against me. A long breathy exhale from Ryan, his legs stiff out behind his stiff body as he shoots a long stream of cum into my bowels and now it's him who's shaking. Another hump against me pouring more cum up my ass even as his creamy spunk from the first ejaculation is drooling towards my asshole. Then another nice stream of the creamy substance joins the first two loads. More humps as his body loosens up, then he does some long thrusts his whole boner driving in and

out, almost pulling all the way out and then back up my ass again. Cum is dragged out with withdrawals and it makes the short trip drooling to the back of my scrotum.

A few last thrusts and then we're both spent, but this wonderful feeling is still all over my body making me shudder again even as I feel Ryan shuddering too laying on my back. Deep breathing and fast heartbeats soon return to normal as Ryan rubs his hands over my head and shoulders, then kisses my shoulder. We don't say anything. Me because I'm still savoring this awesome feeling of contentment remembering the recent enormous supernova of sexual pleasure. Ryan's quiet for probably the same reason. Maybe a minute later a deep breath by Ryan as he gets off me standing up behind me, his cock pulling out. He mutters, "Fuck," and pushes the semi-hard head back in my wide open ass and fuck's my ass for a couple more minutes before pulling his cock out for good and sitting on the edge of the bed beside me. He puts an arm across my back giving me a hug, then quietly says, "I gotta ask you to suck my cock now, Dylan," and he falls over on his back, shimmying over on the bed until his ass is just on the top of the mattress, his feet don't quite tough the floor, his semi-soft cock laying across the top of his right thigh. I use my elbows to crawl over the foot or so to him, getting my head's above his cock and balls. I imagine I can feel heat coming from then... maybe I do. My eyes go to Ryan's and he quietly says, "Go ahead, Dylan, suck it off. Clean little Ryan and then give my balls a once over, and then my asshole too while your at it." I stare at him and he reaches down to rub my head, saying, "You want dominant sex, so show me you're submissive to me. If I lose Marty I don't want to have to wonder who you're going to for a taste of sub/dom sex. You'll get it from me, now go ahead and do what you're told."

I almost moan as a submissiveness covers my brain like a thick warm blanket. Nodding my head once, my eyelids heavy I pick up his cock and suck four inches of it into my mouth. Ryan quietly says, "All of it, boy," and my cock

tightens up again. My own cum is sticky as it cools all around my groin. Feeding his cock into my mouth, the head going past the gag reflect area, making me gag for a few seconds and my stomach heave a couple of times. I relax consciously and take the rest of his cock in my throat. My nose is flat against his belly surrounded by his pubic hairs that tickle either side of my nose. Moving my throat muscles and at the same time sucking his cock's shaft, I slowly back my head off his cock sucking on each inch as it comes up out of my throat. Ryan doing quiet grunting sounds making subtle body movements as he rubs my head. Finally just the head of his cock is in my mouth with me sucking and tonguing it, and then it pops out past my lips. I stare at it, shining with saliva, looking pink and fairly hard again. My eyes dart to Ryan's and he does a little head nod towards his nuts so I begin licking all over his scrotum as he pulls his legs up until his heels are on the edge of the mattress and his asshole is a little up off the bed. I drop to my knees on the floor, one of his feet on either side of my head, and I deliberately lick up his ass crack plastering the hairs there against his skin. Two more licks up his ass crack before I spread his butt cheeks with my hands and suck on his asshole doing little fast licks at the same time. By now I'm so deeply into a submissive trance I've forgotten who's asshole I'm rimming. This is such a submissive act to begin with, and I like doing it, so I start getting my tongue inside him, and moan, "Mmmmm," breathing through my nose with his scent flooding my senses. I let his butt cheeks close on my both sides of my mouth and nose while I'm hugging around his ankles sucking away on his anus, my tongue darting in and out of it until half my tongue makes it inside. My cock's a steel pipe again so I drop my right hand

down and begin stroking myself fast. Ryan goes, "Okay, okay, that's good, Dylan," as he's moving away from my head getting further over on the bed. The movement pulled my tongue out of his asshole making a sucking sound.

My eyes are closed and my head lulls around. I feel so awesome and then Ryan's standing on the floor next to me with me still on my knees and partially laying against the side of the mattress. With his arms around me he pulls me up and onto the bed. Jesus, he's strong. He gets on the bed with me and wraps his arms around me, hugging me while kissing the side of my face and rocking us gently. I think I'm just about ready to fall asleep when he says, "That was amazing, Dylan. First the fuck and then you with your talented mouth. Oh man, I can't remember being so turned-on being your "top". Loved every second of it. Was it good for you?" I guess I have to speak, Yeah, of course it was, Ryan, it was powerfully sexual and altogether fantastic, so yeah, it was good for me. You do a dominant fuck better than anybody." As I'm speaking my dreamy submissive trance pretty much dissolves into thin air and the world becomes crystal clear. I realize, for example, my pants are below my knees and Ryan's pulled his up. Huh. I go, "You pulled your pants up, but left mine down." He laughs, "You want me to pull yours up? I'll be glad to." Shrugging I go, "I'm kinda enjoying your attention, Ryan. How come you tease me all week getting me all horny and yet ignoring me and not allowing any intimate behavior between us, and then, bam, you give me an awesome fuck with heavy overtones of dominant behavior until you have me eating out of your hand." He says, "Was that a question?" I go, "Uh huh," and he says, "Because I'm weak and I can't resist you. Now I'm in deep trouble with Marty because he'll get me in a submissive frame of mind where I can't lie and then he'll know."

Hmmm, do I care about that? Not really. I'm like, "Sorry, Ryan, but he's being totally unfair to you. Doesn't he understand the concept of buddy-sex. You can be his main boy-toy, but what's he care what you do when he's off maybe fucking Rex, or getting fucked by Rex?" Ryan goes, "You think I was being dominant during sex with you, but that was the mildest possible dominance. I wouldn't think of inflicting...no, never mind. I don't want to intentionally inflict pain on you, that's the bottom line. A butt squeeze and a spanking are about as far as I'd go with you. You perceive it as dominant because you want to. As you know, you're the only person I ever 'top'. Before you the thought to be someone's 'top' never entered my mind. That's until that first lunch we had together, and there you were, the most desirable boy I'd ever seen. Plus the signs in your behavior screamed you wanted someone to fuck you hard. That gave me the courage to do something I'd never thought of doing before... ask you if I could fuck you. You know the rest. When I'm not with you I'm totally my naturally submissive self, and Marty does the dominant stuff without nearly as much of the bad stuff others have done to me." I ask, "Like what?" and he goes, "I already told you earlier I don't want to say because it's embarrassing. Embarrassing to say because it would seem to you like very unpleasant and fairly humiliating behavior by me." Huh, I can't imagine it's more embarrassing than being tied up with strips of leather around my cock and balls, but since Ryan, Sonny, and Willie have done that to me at times, and Ryan says he's only using mild dominance, what he's talking about must be worse. I say, "Can you give me one example?" Ryan sighs, "Oh fuck, how about repeated enemas until I'm totally cleaned out before Marty fuck's me?" I go, "Before EVERY time he fuck's you?" Ryan says, "Yeah, but I'm not talking about this any more. Let's take that shower together that you talked about a half hour ago...

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

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