DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 37
by Donny Mumford
Ryan and I have just had quick, but awesome sex, and now we're going to take a shower together. After that we'll probably shop for tonight's dinner. Chubby and Rob will join us for a Friday night barbecue of baby back ribs on the grille. This week had been uneventful until Ryan and I had our hot sexual encounter, so now the week's not uneventful anymore. Ryan was somewhat dominant with me and I've been kinda yearning for that, so it really got me off super hot. A half hour ago Robby took off to give Danny Monday a jump. And no, not that kind of jump. Danny's car battery's dead so Robby's going to try jumping it with his pickup's battery using jumper cables. Chubby was taking a shower when Ryan and I came in here, but now I'm not hearing anything in the apartment so he's either gone out or he's taking a nap. Earlier we didn't get undressed for sex; Ryan just pulled his and my pants down in the heat of the moment, which is why we're undressing now, staring at each other. As of earlier today sex between us seemed unlikely. Ryan insisted he'd get in trouble with Marty if he had side-sex with anyone and especially me. He doesn't want to lose the sub/dom thing those two are involved in and ironically I was telling him earlier how he was being a wimp putting up with Marty's dominant crap. I say 'ironic' because I've been in positions similar to Ryan's myself at times; however, some of Marty's rules are too extreme as far as I'm concerned. Things like grounding Ryan for a week, requiring him to ask permission before he does anything, and forbidding Ryan to smoke except a shared joint or two after Ryan satisfies Marty that he's sufficiently submissive to him. Other stuff too that just sounded so lame hearing Ryan describe it all. If I'm honest though, it's the 'Marty' part I object to more than Ryan's submissiveness to him.
When we're both naked Ryan holds out his hand and I take it. He pulls me roughly against him, saying, "When we're in sexual situations together a natural dominant attitude takes over my brain. Do you know why that is?" I shake my head, and he says, "Because that's the foundation of our relationship right from our first sex together and by now it comes naturally to me. It's weird because, as I told you earlier, someone as average as me has no business having a boyfriend as special as you, never mind being dominant with you. As weird as it might be, that's just the way it is. Right from our first lunch together you gave me signals, knowingly or not, that you wanted to have submissive sex with me and I jumped at the chance. Some ups and downs along the way, but it's consistently been your nature that's formed our relationship. For my part I'm faking being dominant, but I can do it pretty good with you." I'm like, "No, you're wrong, I wasn't giving you signals! The sex happened at that first lunch because I wanted to please Robby. If you remember he was hellbent on me being friends with his other twin boyfriend. And anyway, how the hell would I know you've topped anyone dominantly before or not. It was simply a buddy-sex gesture on my part?" He's like, "I told you back then I've never 'topped' anyone before in my life, but you still sent out submissive signals and agreed to let me 'top'. But never mind that because, whatever the reasons, this is the way it's apparently going to be between us. I'm dominant during sex and you're submissive. It's really no big deal, but now I want you to get your ass in the shower. You're going to bath me from head to toe, boy!" Then he can't help grinning and chuckling, which ruins the cool dominant mood he'd created. I put my arm around his neck giving a squeeze and then kissing his lips which leads to another hot make-out as we're standing near the bathroom door, naked.
What an incredibly sexy make-out this kid is too. Our faces smear together as we kiss with me rubbing through his buzz cut hair and him rubbing my back and squeezing my ass. While kissing, sucking, and licking we're spreading
spit on each other until our faces slide together easily in it. It's enough to take my breath away and it does. I pull my head away gasping for air, then I go right back to doing the same thing. Finally, with my dick hard, Ryan does what he's done before, grabbing my boner in his fist and yanking me forward using my cock as a leash. "Let's go boy before I need to spank your ass red. Get in here." I need to take fast little steps keeping up with him. He lets go of my boner inside the bathroom and smacks my ass hard, saying, "Get the water running, get a wash cloth and a couple of towels," and another, "SMACK" getting a yelp out of me. My cock's poking straight out in front of me as I hustle around getting what we need. Then, "SMACK!" "Get in there, boy!" I get in the tub under the water spray with Ryan following me. He turns around under the cascading water, wetting himself all over. Ryan adjust the flow with a little more hot water and then looks at me expectantly as he's holding out his arms. I guess he was serious about me bathing him so I grab the shampoo and start with that, working up a nice lather rubbing my fingers through his short hair. As I do it I get closer and closer to him until our wet bodies are touching and he wraps his arms around me hugging me against him, our boners sticking up between us. Ryan's shorter than me so my boner sticks up higher than his even though it's a good two inches shorter. We sway under the water while the shampoo washes out of his hair, some of the soapy suds running off my shoulders and the back of my neck as I lay my forehead on his slim shoulder.
We're clinging to each other for a couple of minutes even after Ryan's hair is free of shampoo, then he lets go of me and I get the washcloth. Wetting
it and filling it with bath gel I run my hand down his face closing his eyes before washing his face and ears and neck, taking my time doing it. He lifts his face under the shower flow and rinses off the suds as I continue washing him, first lifting his right arm and scrubbing it up and down and then under his armpit and then do the same for his left arm. I spend a long time on his torso using my hand after he's all soapy, rubbing the palm of my hand across his chest and over his nipples, then generally following the outline of his tight physique. My hand travels down to his stomach and under his balls, cupping them before sliding my hand up his stomach and chest again. My cock throbs in it's tightness causing a quiet murmured, "Mmmm," from me. Such nice hard muscle definition on Ryan's small frame. Neither of us has said a word since I started shampooing his hair. Now, standing in front of him, face to face, I reach around him washing his back as we kiss. Washing both his butt cheeks, my hand sliding over the round mounds slippery with bath gel. The washcloth is dragged up his ass crack and over his asshole wiping away my dried saliva from earlier. Ryan's rubbing my back with the side of our faces together as I use the pad of a fingers to rub back and forth on his anus and then push my finger up his ass. Ryan stiffen and I hear a, "Umm," from him, but he stands still while I rub over his prostate, then push my finger all the way up his ass as far as it'll reach. More rubbing on his prostate as he squirms against me until he gently pushes me away, grunting quietly again. Staring into his eyes, I go down on my knees taking the bottle of bath gel with me. Pouring a generous amount on his groin, then I work it around with my hands. My fist sliding up his hard cock while my
other hand lightly massages his balls, then under his scrotum and over to his asshole with my finger going inside him again. Taking his cock, rinsed of soap, into my mouth I suck on it as I massage his prostate. Ryan bends over me grunting at the stimulation, his hands on my shoulders, enjoying his way through another prostate exam. When it gets to be too much stimulation he reaches down to push me away, his cock sliding out of my mouth and my finger pulling out of his asshole. He mutters, "I'll cum, Dylan, stop."
I spend a lot of time with the palms of my hands covered in slippery bath gel washing his nicely shaped legs. First the right and then the left my hands encircling each legs moving from his ankle all the way up to the top of his thigh to his ass crack. Then, with Ryan leaning up against the side of the shower's tiled wall, he lifts a foot so I take it and suck on his toes before washing his foot, then the same with the other foot. Standing up I say in his ear with my lips touching and water pouring down over us, "Should I start all over again, master?" He grins, murmuring, "You're awesome, Dylan," and he rubs his hand over my head, mumbling, "I have a better idea though." He turns me around and pushes his cock against my asshole. I need to bend my knees, lowering my ass so Ryan can tightly slide his boner all the way up my ass. It's still opened up back there from his earlier fuck, plus some lube remained in my rectum so his boner moves up my rectum easily and it's a very pleasant trip for the most part. Ryan pushes the back of my head so I bend over and grab my knees. He grabs my hips and fuck's me hard for eight or nine minutes without stopping, grunting with every thrust up my ass. Nearing climax for both of us Ryan gets wilder, humping his stone-hard cock faster and faster inside me. He's now pounding into me so hard the top of my head bounces against the shower's wall with each thrust. I've been moaning from the start as the sensational sparking of my rectum's nerve ending has it alive with tantalizing sensations. We both last longer than earlier, but when my orgasm reaches the tipping point it comes on me fast and hard. I moan and hump forward as three short shots of spunk fly from my cock and then disappear in the avalanche of water pouring down on us. Ryan's climax happens thirty seconds later. He humps into me so hard, and then leans against me, and I almost slip in the tub. I would have fallen on my ass if Ryan hadn't grabbed me and held me up. He moans as he's pressing his groin against my ass doing little tight humps as his seed shoots inside my bowels with Ryan moaning in between his hard, gasping breaths.
With me standing again we lean together catching our breath and waiting for our hearts to stop hammering in our chest, then he says, "My turn to bath you." He uses the same washcloth doing almost exactly the same washing technique I did for him, except he massages my prostate so long a watery substance spurts out of my cock as my hips thrusts with each little spurt of spunk. It has my shoulders shaking and my feet moving in the slippery tub. He laughs at my reaction and then finishes by washing my legs and feet with me laying up against the wall slightly dizzy, stroking my cock. By now the water from the hot water tank isn't very hot so we reluctantly get out and dry ourselves. "I don't think I've ever felt this clean before, Dylan. That was awesome!" It's so good seeing him upbeat again, but when he's choosing which clothes of mine he'll wear his mood quickly turns back to one of moody worry. Holding the shirt he picked out, he looks over at me, "Dylan, I think I better put my own clothes back on and go to my dorm and put on my dog collar like I'm suppose to. I'm in enough trouble as it is from having sex with you, and going out drinking at Tracy's will just make it worse." I go, "Ryan, what the hell are you talking about. We've been through this ten times already. Don't tell him anything. As far as he's concerned you came over here, had a few beers and some barbecue, and that's it. He doesn't need to know anything else."
Still holding my shirt, he sits on the edge of my bed wearing only a pair of my underpants, mumbling, "He'll find out. Fuck! I had to promise him I wouldn't so much as share a kiss with you before he'd let me come over here tonight. I promised him because I wanted to spend some time with you and Rob. I should have known better. Being alone with you is too tempting." I quietly say, "It sounds like you're blaming me, or maybe yourself. There's nothing we did that's wrong, Ryan, it's fuckwad, um, Marty's wrong thinking that's wrong, not us. We're two gay friends doing a little buddy sex." He mumbles, "It seemed like more than a little buddy sex to me, Dylan, but that's not the point. I promised I wouldn't do anything and I didn't keep my word. When I was promising him I knew in the back of my head I'd probably wind-up in bed with you, so it's basically a lie I told him right to his face. He's gonna be so pissed-off at me." Smelling the back of my wrist I'm trying to think what to say that'll help the situation, but only come up with, "Ryan, get over yourself. This is bullshit! Do you even like him? I mean, he's being a totally unrealistic prick and it's bordering on mental cruelty. He's playing fucking mind-games with you. What you really need to do is talk to a Merrimack housing person and get your dorm changed." Hmmm, maybe all that wasn't as helpful as I was hoping for. He's shaking his head slowly, then he looks at me, mumbling, "No, it's not bullshit, I like his hard sex. I guess I'm going to try to lie my way out of this, but he'll get the truth out of me. I'm going back to the dorm right now and be there with my dog collar on waiting for when he gets back. That's what I'm gonna do." How the fuck can something so awesome turn to shit in two minutes? I blow a lot of air out, puffing out my cheeks, disgusted but defeated. "Sorry you feel that
way, Ryan. I'll give you a ride back," then I mutter, "That is, if the Jeep's here."
Getting dressed real fast I walk out of the bedroom and down the short hall to peek into Chubby's bedroom. He's sleeping on top of his bed naked. What
a bashful boy he is.. ha ha, sleeping naked on top of the covers. Okay, he's recharging his batteries so he'll be flying high tonight, late night too, probably. Getting my keys to the Jeep I look over and see Ryan waiting at the front door impatiently. He's pissing me off! Goddammit. I try to keep my voice calm, "Ryan, buddy, this is crazy behavior. I mean, are you sure Marty's worth it? Have you thought about everything you're missing by staying in your dorm and not leaving the campus? He'll have you staying in the dorm room all year and it'll make for a shitty sophomore year, dude. Please, think about it some more. I'll drive you back to the campus, but really think about if you're doing the right thing." He nods his head, still impatient, "Yeah, yeah, I will. Um, can we go now?" I'm like, "Yeah, sure, I'm not the one holding you prisoner." He snaps back at me, "Neither is Marty. It's my choice!" I say nothing until we're in the Jeep driving out of the parking lot, when I quietly say, "Please don't say anything to him, Ryan, okay? Why be a martyr!" He nods his head muttering, "I'm sure gonna try not to tell him, but it won't work." I say, "See, you're defeated already. Think positively! Spend the time in the dorm thinking about if you really want to make Marty your entire college experience, and when you're not thinking about that think about how you are not going to say a fucking word about you and me having sex. Not for my benefit because I don't give a shit what he thinks. I'd like to throw our sex in his face, but for your benefit don't say anything so you don't get grounded till Easter."
Driving onto the campus, Ryan quietly says, "Thanks, for everything, Dylan. I'll think about what you said and I'm not blaming you for anything, really." I park and look over at Ryan, who's glancing all around before he leans
over and kisses me, murmuring, "I love you,' and he gets right out and jogs to his dorm. I watch him go up the steps and inside before pulling away. I feel terrible for him, but he's being so wimpy with Marty. I might ask Robby's and Chubby's opinion about this thing that's going on with Ryan and Marty. Not just because I've got a thing for Ryan, or I'm jealous of Marty, but because something's not right here. I can feel it. Well, there's not a fucking thing I can do about that tonight, so I drive to Stop & Shop. Inside I casually walk down the row of registers glancing at all at the housewives, high school girls, and retired men working the registers or bagging, and then there are two young guys bagging for the last two registers. Only two young guys out of the twelve registers! Fucking outrageous! One of them's a kinda cute blond kid, but he's probably only seventeen, or maybe sixteen. Fuck it, the glory days at Stop & Shop with cute guys galore is a thing of the past, so I might as well resign myself to that. I'll try shopping at Market Basket although it's wicked inconvenient and out of the way.
At the meat counter the prepackage baby back ribs don't look all that appealing so I get a butcher's attention and tell him what I want. He goes, "Kid, there's baby back ribs in the pork section. Pick out one of those." I go,
"Um, perhaps I could speak with an actual butcher, if you don't mind." He huffs away and after five minutes I assume he did mind because he doesn't return, so I go back and rethink things. Ah ha, a second look and I find a package that's alright. I'm flexible, but it would have been fun seeing Chubby handle this exact scenario. Hee hee, he'd somehow be back there with the butchers, his winning smile on his face spouting out all his hot-shit small talk. Before he's through he'd get a freshly butchered rack of baby back ribs and some pats on his back from the butchers. Lucky for the butchers Chubby's in bed taking a nap. I get some stuff for a salad and celery for the potato salad and then stand in the register line with the too-young, but cute blond bag boy. I'm allowed to look, but not touch. You know though, this blondie is cute now but my eyes tells me he'll be one of those guys who outgrows his cuteness quickly. Some guys you see in high school and you think, cute! Then you see them two years later and it's like, what the fuck happened to you? A shame really.
Back at the condo I park the Jeep in our parking lot. That's rare for me as I usually need to park in the next building's larger lot. Most everyone's home at this hour so it's understandable the spot I get is way the fuck in the back of the lot. Inside I find Chubby still napping and Robby apparently still jumping Danny's battery. I unwrap the baby back ribs and put them in a shallow baking pan with some apple juice and brown sugar. Then cover the pan tightly with aluminum foil to precook in a 300 degree oven for an hour or an hour and a half. We'll finish them on the grille. Then after cutting them into individual ribs, serve them with Chubby's homemade barbecue sauce. The sugar in the sauce will burn if you put the barbecue concoction on before grilling. Next I put the boy band, 'One Directions', latest CD in the CD player. Get that going and then take the potatoes out of the refrigerator. They're cold now so I peel the skin that comes of easily, leaving the rest of the skin on because the potatoes were washed and the skin has good flavor. As I'm cutting up the potatoes Chubby comes out of his bedroom yawning, wearing only boxer shorts. He says, "Hiya, Dylan! You're looking especially cool this evening." I say, "You too, bro. I see modesty got the best of you and you decided to put on underwear after your nap." He's like, "Ah, my brother peeked in at me napping in the raw." I go, "Uh huh," and he wants to know what we're having for dinner and where Ryan got to. I tell him the dinner is barbecued baby back ribs, potato salad, and a green salad. I lie about Ryan, saying he got a text, "Something about a mixup with his tuition payment." Chubby goes, "His folks are rich so that won't be a problem." Then Robby comes in, explaining, "It took forever because I had to take Danny to Pep Boys for a new battery. The old one wouldn't take a charge. Is that ribs I'm smelling?" I go, "Yep," and Robby leans over for a kiss and a pat on my ass. "Where's Ryan?" I shrug, telling him the same lie I told Chubby.
Robby's like, "That's really odd. A text from the college office at five-thirty on a Friday night." I say, "Yeah, it is odd and it's also a lie." As I'm cutting up celery, shallots, parsley, and kosher pickles for the potato salad I tell them the truth about what Ryan's dealing with. All about Ryan's roommate, their sub/dom sex, and the unfortunate consequences of their relationship so far. Both Chubby and Robby sit at the kitchen bar not interrupting as I tell them about it in some detail, mentioning in passing that Ryan's and my buddy-sex got him in trouble with his, um, boyfriend last week. I guess that's what Marty has become, Ryan's boyfriend. I tell them about Ryan being grounded and everything else Ryan told me, plus what I speculate. When I'm done Chubby's frowning, mumbling, "You gay boys get into some weird shit." Robby says, "Not all of us, Chub." Then to me, "Is that what you think happened? I mean with Ryan's black eye and split lip Monday morning. It happened because Marty beat him up." I say, "I don't know for sure. Ryan claims it wasn't that, but ya know... it could be what happened. Anyway he got cold feet being here and just went back to his dorm to wait for Marty." Robby says, "That Marty pisses me off. Should we do something, Dylan?" I go, "Fuck if I know. That's why I'm telling you guys, I wanna find out what you think." Chubby says, "It's a bit of a hairball because on the one hand it's voluntary behavior, although stupid, on Ryan's part. On the other hand I'd like to kick Marty's ass up and down and all around the campus. I like our little buddy, Ryan." Robby says, "Ditto for me, but it is a dilemma." I say, "Lets see what we find out either tomorrow night at the mixer or Monday morning. That's if we don't hear from, or see Ryan sooner." Robby says, "It doesn't sound to me like the chances of him being at the mixer are very good."
We think about that as I add a teaspoon of brown mustard to a third of a cup of mayonnaise and mix it well before using it as the potato salad dressing. Then while Chubby's getting dressed, Robby and I put on coats to go out on the balcony for a cigarette. We light up as I'm muttering, "Getting cold," and Robby says, "Yeah it's that time of year. Um, I'm wondering why you'd have buddy sex with Ryan if you thought he'd get in trouble for it?" I shrug, "Like Chubby said inside, the choices are Ryan's. I guess I encouraged
him some, but it was Ryan who initiated our quick, and I do mean quick, buddy-sex." No need to mention the shower fuck to Robby although Ryan initiated that too. That's unless the rather sexy bath I gave him could be misconstrued as enticing him to do the shower sex. I get blamed for everything else so I might as well be blamed for that too. Robby goes, "Yeah, Ryan should be allowed to decide who he wants to have sex with. I'm not throwing this in your face for spite, babe, but that sub/dom crap isn't normal behavior to start with and you see where it's gotten Ryan." I say, defensively, "Well, don't tell that to the millions who participate in it. Ya might hurt their feelings telling them they're abnormal." He squeezes my shoulder, "I didn't mean you're abnormal, I mean it's, um, I don't know what I mean. It's something that's more likely to lead to unhappy endings, maybe. It can be trouble, that's all I'm saying." I'm like, "Well, I have to say it's my opinion the majority of people show submissive/dominant behavior in one form or another. It occurs in many ways, on playgrounds, in college with some professors, in marriages, the work place, and in the bedroom. They mostly don't think of it as sub/dom behavior, although I feel it qualifies if only loosely, in many more cases than just sexual ones. Of course there's extremes that even I'd call abnormal." Then I think to myself, 'Yeah, anything more than I'm willing to do is abnormal. It's like the driver who thinks anyone driving faster than him is a dangerous maniac and anyone driving slower is a moron. Convenient thinking!'
Chubby joins us, lighting a cigarette. "What'd we decide?" Robby says, "Dylan still thinks we should see if anything else develops. Ya know, see if Ryan's beat up again, or if he's, I don't know, kept captive in his dorm room or something." Chubby shrugs like, 'Yeah okay, that's all we can do at this point,' and Robby adds, "Personally I don't actually know much about this shit myself, me being a 'dorky straight' gay guy." I go, "Was that a dig at me, Rob?" He goes, "No! I'm probably considered a nerd for not getting into any of the kinky stuff. Lots of guys like some kink in their sex, I guess." Chubby says, "I do. You don't need to be gay to go for some kinky shit once in awhile." Robby chuckles, "Oh sure, Chub. What's your kinky sex?" Chubby goes, "I like feet for one thing, but then doesn't everyone?" Robby goes, "No, feet smell funny," and Chubby's smirking, "Don't get me started, Robby. You'll have me ripping your sneakers off." I don't know whether Robby thinks Chubby's serious or not, but I know he is." We've decide to wait and see if there's a reason for further concern for Ryan's well being. For now we're on to lighter topics, such as breaking each other's balls about something one of us is wearing or something stupid one of us did at Merrimack. Then Chubby's saying, "Ya know professors, being academics, attach great importance to abstraction. That may be because they've listened long to the music of the spheres, and reasons of the mind as deeply pedestrian as ours are obviously not able to understand what they perceive."
I look at him funny like, "Are you under the influence of a banned substance by any chance?" He laughs, "See! Right there is an example of how college is fucking up my mind. Spouting off shit like that is bound to get frowns from guys, but chicks immediately think, 'genius'. They don't know what it means anymore than I do, but they don't know I don't know." Robby says, "Seriously, what's that shit mean?" Chubby shrugs, "Oh, I'm not sure I can remember. Something about intertwined relationship between the structure of music and the physical world. Something to do with mystical or spiritual qualities transmitted through composed sound." I go, "Well, you cleared that the fuck up for me. Now my question to you is: how am I going to get these last four minutes of my life back?" Chubby blows smoke at me, "I love you, Dylan," and we exchange smirks bumping against one another. Robby says, "I for one am enlightened by your discourse, Chub. Are you gonna use that gobbledygook on some chick at the mixer tomorrow night?" Chubby goes, "If I can remember it, yeah." Robby says, "Oh, by the way Dylan, do me a favor. Danny asked if you'd give him a haircut. Just a trim like mine. All the starters on the baseball team are gonna have retro long hair like from the eighties or seventies, whenever that was the style. You know, sorta the way the Red Sox that year they won the world series all had beards. We'll have that goofy
long hair like was popular before we were born. It's a bonding thing, but Danny hates paying twenty buck for just a trim, ya know, He's gotta watch every penny." I go, "Sure, Rob." Then Chubby goes on about me being the best barber this side of the Mississippi river and I want to know who the fuck is the guy better than me on the other side of the Mississippi, and Chubby say, "A guy named Burt, I think," and I go, "Oh, him, well yeah."
Later Chubby grills the precooked and tenderized ribs, then cuts the ribs off the rack and lathers on his barbecue sauce that's sweet, but quite tangy, as in spicy. There's some heat in that barbecue sauce. While Chubby's doing that, Robby makes a salad and I cut a loaf of French bread and then get the potato salad out on the table. We sit down to eat with a hot and fast rock 'n roll group, 'Walk The Moon' on the CD player. When the song gets to the part where they sing, "We rattled this town, we rattled this scene!" we yell the lyrics along with them. Finishing up my heaping plate of food, I'm thinking how Ryan's missing a delicious meal and I feel bad for him. I'm also thinking of him sitting in his dorm room hungry and wearing a dog collar tightly around his neck, waiting patiently for his fuckwad roommate. Ryan's probably sitting there alone and scared that the fuckwad will find out his boy-toy was naughty tonight. Balls! There's a message for me in all this somewhere. Of course Ryan's been down the road he's currently on before with different sadist he was sexually submissive too in the past, and it seems he's managed to find another one of their ilk. A lot of perverted dominant sex partners before and after his short interlude with Robby and me. What he's doing is abnormal, Robby's right. I give myself a pass because I stop short of accepting the cruelly absurd behavior Marty, and Ryan's other dominant partners apparently feel is just dandy. There's no 'TAKING IT TOO FAR' for them, and maybe not for Ryan either. Then I remember Willie in Wildwood and the bad shape he was in. That shit can get nasty. But what to do about Ryan? And should I do anything since he told me a couple of times it's none of my business. Isn't it my business a little though, him being my friend and fuck-buddy, who I care a lot about?
We clean up the kitchen after pretty much eating everything in sight. Then we screw around while watching a college basketball game before making a side trip to Treadwells for ice cream. Not one posse boy at Treadwells tonight and I'm not sure if I'm glad or disappointed. After Treadwells we get to Tracy's about ten o'clock ready to do some drinking. Friday nights are usually crowded on the deck and tonight's no exception. What is an exception is the music. As we're going up the steps we hear country music and we're all like, what the fuck?! Same tall guy at the top of the steps checking everyone in. Ya gotta be a college student, but age isn't a problem at Tracy's speakeasy. The tall guy, who's name I can never remember, says, "Hi guys, it a five dollar admission tonight." I go, "You're shitty me," and he chuckles, "I shit you not. It's country line-dancing night and we gotta pay the DJs. Tracy hired a guy and girl who teach the line dancing as well as DJ'ing." I look at my brother and Robby, "Can you believe this shit?" The tall guy says, "Dylan, there's been a big sign right there," and he points to the sign next to him, adding, "It's been right here for two weeks advertising tonight as country night. Tracy's gotta please all demographics. Look at the crowd!" Yeah, I guess I've seen the sign before but never thought to read it. Glancing at the people on the deck I see there's guys and girls wearing cowboy hats, cowboy shirts, and cowboy boots and most everyone is doing some kind of dance where you don't have a partner. Or maybe it's that everyone's each other's partner. That's another way to look at it. Chubby reaches past me with a twenty dollar bill telling me, "I got this bro." I shrug, then we all buy ten bucks worth of tokens.
It looks and sounds a little dorky, but maybe it'll be fun too. I'm flexible and the country music that's playing has a good dance beat as opposed to some slow lament about losing a girl or drinking beer or crashing your pickup truck. Ya know, like much of country music. We get beers and watch the dancing from the railing spot we usually go to. Almost done our beers the music stops and a woman in her late twenties, nice body and kinda cute stands next to a slightly older guy. The guy's got maybe the biggest nose I've ever seen on a human. He has a microphone announcing, "Time for some new steps. This dance goes with songs like, 'All Summer Long', by Kid Rock or maybe 'Boys 'round Here' by Blake Shelton." The music starts and the guy and girl demonstrate some dance moves. Then dancers in the crowd try the new dance steps a few times and the guy, who's also the DJ starts the CD, and everyone starts doing the line dance. Chubby makes a face, saying, "What the fuck?" We chuckle and go for another beer, but I have a feeling after a couple of beers we'll be right out there with the other dancers. There's lots of laughing and guys yelling smart ass comment about dancers who are doing the wrong dance steps. Back at our spot against the railing again, with fresh beers, Robby says, "Danny told me this joke; A dad wants to buy his little girl a Barbie doll for her birthday so he's asking the sales lady how much the different dolls cost. The lady tells him, 'Workout Barbie' cost $19.95 and so do 'Shopping Barbie', 'Beach Barbie' and she's telling him about many other Barbie's that cost a little more. The man's rolling his eyes and then spots a Barbie that cost $265.00 and asks why it cost so much. She says, 'That Divorce Barbie. It comes with Ken's Car, Ken's House, Ken's Boat, Ken's Computer, one of Ken's friends, and Ken's balls on a keychain." I get the divorce theme with 'Divorce Barbie' ripping Ken off for everything he's got, but I don't want to laugh until Robby said, Ken's doll balls on a key chain. Heh heh, that strikes me funny. The Ken doll lost his balls in the divorce. That 'Divorce Barbie' turns out to be a real bitch!
Tracy's has space heaters around the deck so it's not all that cold up here. By our third beer we're trying the line dancing, at first mocking it, but by the forth beer we're all into it and having fun insulting each other's missteps. I'm also trying accidentally on purpose to bump into the cute guy's ass in the line right in front of me and Chubby hitting on the same guy's girlfriend. Robby's trying to concentrate on doing the dance steps correctly of course, being that he's conscientious about anything he does. The majority of dancers have a beer in their hand, us included. It's fun and after awhile we're sweating and surging with the crowd dancing. We dance to something called, 'Downtown' by Lady Antebellum, whoever she is, and 'Pirate Flag' by Kenny Chesney, who I've heard of, plus, 'Boot Scootin' Boogie' by Brooks and Dunn. I gotta admit some country music rocks pretty good. Some of the steps have people bumping into each other from turning the wrong way and it results in us getting separated. I take a break looking for Chubby or Robby in the crowd, then go over and get another beer. I'm at our railing spot smoking when Tracy comes over and grabs hold of my bicep nodding his head toward the apartment. Holy shit, I'd forgotten about Tracy. We work our way to the back door and go inside. Tracy says, "I've been looking for you, Dylan," and he's leading me to the so-called spare bedroom that looks more like a supply room.
He closes the door and the country music is just a faint background sound now. Tracy mumbles, "I've been thinking about you, Dylan. How's it going?" and as he asks that his hand massages my junk giving it a couple of squeezes. "You said you like it rough, right?" I'm a little caught off guard, mumbling, "Where's your new girlfriend?" He chuckles, "Not here, why?" I go, "Oh," and Tracy puts his hand behind my head pulling it over to his and kisses me with his soft beard on my face real sexy and hot. So much for small talk. His other hand is on my ass pulling my crotch against his. His tongue's in my mouth and his lips make wet smacking sounds kissing my lips, one lip at a time, sucking on them as he's grinding his hardening cock into mine. My hands are on the back of his head grabbing his stubby ponytail and pulling on it a little, which seems sexy too. Humping, humping, wet sloppy kissing and slurping at my mouth and sucking my tongue as I'm leaning against him feeling his cock get hard along with mine. Two, three minutes, no longer then that until Tracy pulls my pants down, his hand gripping my boner and stroking it. Than a gasp from both of us as his mouth leaves mine and he breathlessly says, "Get around and push that ass of yours up, hands on your knees, please." He pulls his zipper down as I turn around and bend over pushing my ass up. I hear the condom wrapper rip open. Looking back I see the condom being rolled expertly onto Tracy's boner; it's shiny with lubricant. Nice!
I'm feeling hot, aroused, and impressed at the intensity and quick manner Tracy's got me hot for him. This is one very sexy and experienced dude although he always seems to be in a hurry. He's got the lubed head of his boner spreading the lips of my asshole already, and naturally he humps it right in past my sphincter. No grass growing under Tracy's feet. Grabbing my hips he pushes his swollen, hard penis slowly up my ass with me gritting my teeth at the pain I expect from the slippery steady trip his cock is moving up my rectum. His good sized cock's spreading the walls of my rectum as it plows onward. Without the lubricant this would be hell for a few minutes, but it slides smoothly albeit tightly all the way up with only a twinge or two of pain. Tracy gasps again, mumbling, "Fuckin' feels good," and a final hump gets his groin tight against my butt cheeks. The lube that's been squeezed off the condom by my tight anus warms and drools down and around to the back of my scrotum. Tracy swivels his hips while rubbing the palms of his hands tightly against my back from my ass up to my shoulders smearing some of the lube from his fingers. He squeezes my shoulders giving me shivers as I squirm, savoring the sense of being so filled up back there. He cups my shoulders now, moans quietly with a breathy exhale, and pulls his cock back. Ryan's two fuck's earlier this evening prepared my rectum for adjusting nicely, and Tracy's second steady but slow trip up my ass feels neutral and then it begins feeling good and I stifle a moan of my own. I'm finally getting back to some normal frequency with side sex and my ass is responding very well after the extended layoff. Fuck, this feels good!
Tracy mumbles, "I got ya now, don't I, Dylan?" And he sure does as he begins a half dozen lazy long trips back and forth in my rectum causing me to shudder and moan at the scintillating sensations his cock is causing as it's constantly rubbing tightly against my prostate, stretching my rectum, and teasing my anus with that big cock that's constantly moving back and forth in my ass, "Mmmm, ooh, ooh, yeah, mmm." Another squeeze simultaneously on both my shoulders and then some fast hard penetrations, "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!" Sucking in air with my back arching and me holding my ass up higher, he continues the fast thrusting, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and I go, "Ooooh, fuccck, ooh, ooh, Tracy, umm, umm," breathing through my nose noisily and fast, moaning as I try tightening my ass muscles. Tracy feels it get tighter and his head goes back as he groans, "Ooh, fuck, this is hot!" I can feel his bone-hard cock's head swelling and getting larger and harder as he drives it continuously up my ass, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and my orgasm's on me already. Noooo! Then Tracy humps against me making a keening sound doing tight desperate humps against my buttock as he shakes and I assume climaxes into his condom. Then I squeal and hump forward with a million flash bulbs go off in my head and the incredible sensations of orgasm get my body shuddering as cum's shooting out fast, four steaks of cum splashing against a box containing plastic cups. Done his climax, Tracy's breathing loudly as he recklessly drives his cock inside me for another thirty seconds while all the fantastic sensation fire from untold numbers of nerve endings in my rectum. Tracy pulls his cock out and staggers back against the door. I'm still making little whiny noises concentrating on the fading remnants of my orgasm. My ass is wide open again, the lips of my anus flickering in the air and then quivering after the enormous stimulation they've just experienced. Tracy's mumbling, "Holy shit that was hot. Fuck, Dylan, your ass is better than any pussy I've tried. Damn, dude, this was better than the first time too." I'm still bent over, my hands on top of the box of plastic cups that I ejaculated on, taking deep breaths.
Tracy mutters, "Why the fuck not," to himself, I assume, and his big cock, still pretty firm, slides back up my ass and we do it all over again for longer then before although neither of us has a second climax. No orgasm, but it still gets my rectum, prostate, and happy anus sizzling with sexual sensations again. When he pulls his cock out of me the second time he gives my ass a hard loud slap, SLAP!" "Wow, that's a prize winning ass, Dylan," and he strips off the condom and drops in a trash can for anyone who comes in here to see. Tracy apparently doesn't care. He's wiping the condom lubricant off my butt cheeks. It accumulated there when the tight lips of my asshole dragged excess lube off the condom. Tracy's using what looks like the same rag he used last time. Another hard, "SLAP!" and he says, "Pull up your pants, Dylan. We've been in here over five minutes." Yeah, he fuck's fast with minimal, but effective, foreplay and no after-play. I've got my pants up and we're walking through the apartment, Tracy's arm across my shoulders, "Dude, that was awesome. My new girlfriend, Delilah, isn't much as far as a piece of ass for fucking goes. You put her to shame." I sing, "Hey there, Delilah, what's it like in New York city... I'm a thousand miles away but girl you look so pretty, yes you do... Time Square can't shine as bright as you." He laughs squeezing my shoulders, "That's good, dude. You sing good," and I go, "You should hear my boyfriend sing." He looks at me, "I'd rather hear you sing. When was that song out?" I shrug, "I don't know, 2007, something like that."
At the back door, Tracy tells me, "Slide back into the crowd real casual like, okay. You rock, Dylan. One of these days I gotta take you to bed and fuck you all night." He kinda ushers me out the door, but Tracy stays inside. Huh, that's an abrupt lad right there. I'd fuck with him all night anytime though. He's a sexy motherfucker, that one. Jeez, my ass feels good. I feel good. My first stop is at the bar for another beer. Things are finally turning around for me. Now if only I can get Ryan straightened out, and away from Marty, it'll be an awesome rest of my sophomore year. Hey, I might even learn something during the class room part of this college year too.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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