Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 39

by Donny Mumford

Inside their dorm room, Jamie has a half-smoked cigarette between his lips. Smoking in the dorm? I reach over and pluck it from his lips, startling him. After a drag off the butt, and while the smoke's drifting from my mouth. I put the butt out on the sole of my sneaker and drop it behind me in the hall. I grin at them waiting for a reaction, but they just shrug and grin back at me like two eager pups. Huh, they both look younger than their age. They're the same height about two inches shorter than me, and they're cute, but with very different looks. Dougie's borderline skinny with a very pale complexion made more noticeable contrasting with his extremely dark brown hair that's almost black. He has green eyes with sleepy eyelids and puffy red lips. The first time I saw him in Stop & Shop back home I thought he looked like a boy Dracula, but a sexy cute boy Dracula. Jamie has a bigger body, but without him being stocky at all. Actually he's got a hot body to go with lots of wavy light brown hair, brown eyes and a cooly shaped beard of short curly soft-looking light-brown sparse whiskers. I could see him modeling in a Abercrombie & Fitch magazine advertisement someday, but not today because he's wearing eye makeup and false eyelashes. Oh, and it looks like he's used an eyebrow pencil to make a beauty mark on his cheek. It's a duplicate of the one Dougie's had on his cheek from birth. We've said our 'hellos' and Jamie's just asked me, "Should we get naked now, Dylan?" I go, "Ha! You wish. No, come here a second, Jamie." He comes over right in front of me, a little too close actually. He's batting his false eyelashes at me until I pull them off one at a time, saying, "You're too cute to be fucking up your appearance with this shit." I take my handkerchief out and wipe his eyes smearing the eye makeup and telling him, "Personally I like guys who look like guys, not guys made up like girls. Don't you?" As I'm wiping his beauty mark off his cheek he stands still, his face up, whining, "Dougie put this makeup on me." I glance at Dougie, who's smirking and smelling the back of his wrist looking at me. He shrugs and grins, "He does whatever I tell him. I thought it'd shock you." I say, "Don't be a prick to your boyfriend, that's not cool." The eye makeup brings back a memory of long ago when Willie plucked my eyebrows and put some eye makeup on me too. The ballsiness of it put me in a submissive mood, so I of course let him do it enjoying my cock boning-up tighter and tighter at the time, but when he went too far with it I made him stop. Huh, those were my innocent days so long ago.

"Why don'cha go wash your face, Jamie," and as he goes over to the sink, Dougie's saying, "It was just something fun to do. I put lipstick on him too,

but he washed it off when I came out to meet you." Jamie yells over, "And for the record, I do not do whatever you tell me, Dougie. That's total bullshit!" As he's saying that he's drying his face with Kleenex. I roll my eyes, kids! Then I go, "I thought you two were in love," and Dougie says, "We are in love, aren't we Jamie?" Jamie's using more Kleenex, shaking his head, "I don't know. Maybe puppy love, at the most. I think it's more like we got a crush on each other, but whatever it is, it's way cool." Done drying his face, Jamie comes back over to stand at attention in front of me again, h is head back a little, grinning and cutely, asking, "Do I look okay now, Dylan?" I ask, "Are you two sure you're nineteen?" They both giggle, and Dougie says, "Yes, we're quite sure. And looks who's talking, you look younger than we do." I go, "No I don't, and anyway looks and maturity are two very different things. You two are awesome though, I'm just breaking your balls about the maturity thing, and no... we're not getting naked right now, Jamie. You're both getting your hair shampooed and then a haircut, so take off your shirts." They're doing that with Jamie saying, "Don't cut my hair too short this time, okay?" I'm taking off my long sleeve shirt, then my tee-shirt. I don't want hair clippings on either shirt because I'm wearing both to the mixer tonight. When we've all taken our shirts off, I run my fingers through Jamie's hair, asking, "When's the last time you shampooed this hair?" He shrugs looking at Dougie, "When was it, Dougie?" Dougie says, "Um, I think we took a shower sometime last week. It was that midnight shower, so we'd be along in there." Jamie says, "Yeah, that's right," then to me, "He wanted to fuck me in the shower. Can you imagine that? I said no fucking way, what if somebody comes in for a piss or something?"

Now that their shirts are off I notice both of them have a stale scent about them, but their deodorant is keeping BO in check. Yeah, they smell stale,

but boyishly sexy too. Looking around their dorm room, I see a lot of dishevelment and then spot a straight back chair with clothes piled on it. I put the clothes on one of the beds, then carry the chair over facing away from the sink. "Who's first?" Jamie sits in the chair, saying, "We flipped a coin and I get to go first." Dougie's lighting a cigarette now, so I ask,"How many cigarettes do you guys smoke a day?" Jamie says, "More than a pack. We took your advise and bought a couple of cartons in Salem, New Hampshire. They're almost half priced there compared with here." I mutter, "Yeah, but if you really want to take my advise, don't smoke!" Dougie grins, inhaling, and then blows a smoke ring towards me. From my satchel I take the short hose with the spray attachment and hook it to the spigot, then get the water the right temperature and wet Jamie's hair while combing it from front to back. Looking down at his face and inhaling his scent I get this huge urge to kiss him, but resist because I'm suppose to be the experienced one here and not some horny sex novice who can't control himself. It's just that Jamie looks so hot with those little chest hair between his tight pecs and all. Glancing over at Dougie, I see he's staring at me, I go, "What?" and he asks me, "Are you getting horny for my boyfriend? I saw the way you looked at him." I blush a little, mumbling, "Get fucking real! I was deciding what haircut would look good on him, that's all." Dougie comes over smirking at me, then leans down to lock lips with Jamie, who's hand goes behind Dougie's head holding their faces together. Dougie rubs over both of Jamie's nipples, his fingers drifting through the little bit of chest hair. There's lots

of wet mouth sounds and then Dougie licks Jamie's face and now both boys have a tent pole in their laps. I go, "Jesus Christ, will you let me do this!" Dougie holds his cigarette to Jamie's lips, saying to me, "I'm just agreeing with that look you gave him, Dylan, this boy is sexy hot." Jamie exhales the smoke, saying, "Light one for me, Dougie"

I shampoo Jamie's hair in a haze of cigarette smoke. After rinsing out the shampoo suds I lather his hair up again with the shampoo I brought with me.

His hair needs a double shampoo, and anyway I like messin' with his hair. Dougie's hovering around watching my every move. He holds his cigarette between his teeth with him talking around it, "Can I do that for awhile, Dylan?" Jamie says, "No, Dougie! You don't know what you're doing." Laughing, Dougie says, "Like I've never shampooed my own hair. Can I, Dylan?" I shrug and reluctantly say, "Yeah, why not, have at it." After rinsing off my hands, we switch places and he works his fingers through Jamie's hair, mumbling, "This is cool. Your hair feels different than doing my own." Oh brother! I light a cigarette myself now because Jamie's right, if you can't fight them, join them. He told me he started smoking because Dougie was always smoking up the dorm room. It's like when I'm not drinking booze and someone else is, to me their breath stinks. I take one swallow of beer or whatever they're drinking and, ta da, I can't smell anything on their breath. Weird!

Dougie's trying to convince Jamie to get a buzz cut like mine. He says, "Come on, Jamie, we'll be the three buzz- cut musketeers." Jamie says, "I'd look like a dork with a buzz cut." Dougie's like, "How do you know, you've never had one! Oh, and Dylan said we both have good shaped head's. Remember? It was during the last haircut he gave us. Didn't ya, Dylan?" I'm like, "Did I? That was three months ago, I can't remember." He goes, "Well I remember you said that, and our head shape sure as shit hasn't changed in three months." Jamie says, "Rub my head like Dylan does. Massage my scalp." Dougie goes, "Ick, you've got dandruff on your scalp," and Jamie says, "Bullshit! I've never had dandruff in my life." Fucking kids, ya know?

They goof around as I lie back on one of their beds smoking and thinking about Robby, wondering if any of the other guys that went to Boston with him are gay or bi, other than Danny I mean. Wouldn't that be something. Maybe I oughta consider a three-way with Danny and Robby like Danny suggested. Two jocks fucking me hard with their hard bodies bumping against me. That'd be hot, but Ryan's got a hard body too and he was a jock in high school. Yeah, but that fucking Marty! If he cuts me out of side sex with Ryan there's gonna be some shit hitting the fan. Jamie says, "Dylan, the shampoos getting cold and Dougie won't rinse it out." Dougie goes, "Not until you agree to get a buzz cut with me. You said you might when we got our last haircuts." Jamie's like, "I did not. You talked me into the short haircut like yours, but it wasn't anything like a buzz cut." Dougie says, "How about if I...." and he whispers something in Jamie's ear. Jamie goes, "Oh, um okay, but you better not fucking back out, Dougie. I'm not kidding! Swear you'll do it."

Dougie says, "I swear. Why not, I wanna do it." I get off the bed as Dougie starts rinsing the shampoo out of Jamie's hair. Jamie tells me, "Okay, Dylan, I'm going along with Dougie. I'll get a buzz cut, but does it need to be as short as yours." I'm like, "Oh, you don't like mine, huh?" He quickly says, "Um, not that it doesn't look cool on you, because it does. That's one of the reasons I'm willing to try it." I go, "Well you're right about my buzz cut anyway. A normal one is like a half inch, mind's too short. So you think my buzz cut looks good on me, huh? Okay, so what's the other reason you're now agreeing to a buzz cut?" They both start chuckling, then Jamie asks Dougie, "Can I tell him, Dougie?" He's like, "Go ahead, I don't care," and Jamie says, "He's gonna rim my ass and get his tongue up inside my rectum licking off the shit residue there." Dougie says, "There better not be any shit residue in there. You're suppose to clean your ass first, and anyway I'll probably shoot some water up there to clean that shit out just to be sure." Huh, an enema. I'd like to see that.

I casually mention, "Well, I think rimming is hot although it's not something most people do. Not that it's real rare either, and not just with gays. The anus of both sexes is packed full of sensitive nerve endings. Are either of you submissive or dominant during sex?" "Whaddaya mean?" I go, "During your sex acts, who's the dominant partner in charge? You know, who controls the other?" They go, "I dunno, both of us?" I say, "Yeah, that's cool too." Huh, I would have thought Jamie was the dominant one because Dougie's shy at times, but then it was Dougie who topped Jamie during the only sex I know of between them, so I just don't know. A 'bottom' can be the dominant sex partner too of course, but it's usually the 'top' in my limited experience. Or, like Jamie and Dougie claim, neither is dominant which might seem the case to them, but there's always one who has a little more sway than the other, not that needs to be an important factor. I ask for a towel as I'm plugging in the hair dryer. The roommates exchange 'looks', then Dougie says, "We don't have a clean towel. That's why Jamie was drying his face with tissues. Um, tomorrow's our laundry day, or some day soon anyway." I look around their messy dorm room and see a towel under one of their desks. Picking it up I smell it and it smells okay, plus it's dry. Snapping it to get some random matter off the towel, then I use it to dry Jamie's hair, asking, "So, you've decided on buzz cuts." They shrug, "Yeah, we wanna see how we look with a buzz cut, don't we Jamie?" he says, "No, but I want you kissing and licking my asshole so I'll reluctantly get the buzz cut." Turning on the hairdryer I comb through his partially dried hair until it's thoroughly dry. Then Jamie gets up and I moves the chair away from the sink, then pat the seat. He makes a face, grinning a little, then sits back down.

Now for the real fun. It fun for me running clippers over a cute guy's head of long hair and seeing tons of hair reduced to a half inch in a few minutes. It's somehow seems sexy to me. Sometimes my dick gets stiff doing it, or even from getting my own hair cut. Like when I'm sitting docilely letting Sonny cut my hair really short or the times I sat submissively in the barber's chair while Willie told some old barber how he wanted my hair cut ridiculously short. Those are very submissive acts on my part. The reverse seems to be true when I'm shearing a boy's head though. Then it's a dominant sensation, and for me, like I said, it's also borderline sexual. I think I picked-up the sexual vibe of haircutting from Dodger just like I picked-up smelling the back of my hand or wrist from Dougie. That happens to me sometimes and that's probably because of my sexually submissive nature. You know, I'm influenced more easily by cute guys. Primarily I'm submissive, but on the other hand, like Ryan, I can get excited being dominant too. Times I 'top' during sex or when I'm cutting a guys hair really short. That said, it's rare that I'm a 'top', and even when I do I can't be nearly as dominant as versatile Ryan. I kinda admire that in him. Combing through Dougie's four to five inches of hair to get out any tangles, I'm looking at his face and he seems really nervous about this. Putting the comb down I lay my hands on his shoulders, and say, "Jamie, listen to me. I don't want to do this buzz cut if you don't want it. Don't let Dougie talk you into something you'll be miserable with." Dougie says, "He wants it! Don'cha, Jamie?" Jamie's hesitating, then he picks up my handheld mirror off the little table next to the sink and looks at his hair. I've combed it all forward now and now his bangs cover half his eyes.

Dougie comes over and pushes the palm of his hand up Jamie's forehead pulling the bangs back flat on his head. "It'll look sort of like this and show off your cute face, roomie." Then he kisses Jamie's lips, saying, "Please! I'll rim your ass afterwards, I promise." Jamie grins dropping his head, muttering, "Cut it all off, Dylan. I want to see what I look like." I ask, "You're sure? Last chance," and Dougie says, "He already said he wanted it, twice actually," which makes me glance at him. He goes, "What? What's wrong with me wanting to try a buzz cut for the first time, and wanting my boyfriend to get a buzz too so I won't be the only one?" I shrug, muttering, "Nothing, if Jamie's okay with it," and put the half inch attachment on the clippers. Combing his bangs up I run the clippers down the middle of his head. There's no changing his mind after that. Oh my God the pile of wavy light brown hair that falls off the back of his head and down his back to the floor is almost surreal. It's hard to fathom how many hairs are on a human head. Both Jamie and Dougie feel the half inch strip of hair with their fingers. Jamie's looking at it with the handheld mirror he's still holding. "Holy shit!" he exclaims. "Oh my god, I'm fucked now." I push they're fingers away and run the clipper over his head next to the half inch cut and the same avalanche of hair slides to the floor. I'm using an Oster 76 professional

clipper and it plows through hair like a sharp knife through butter. The clippers are second hand, bought on Ebay, but they work like new. In less then five minutes almost all of Jamie's pretty hair is on the floor around him, or on his shoulders and lap. Big bunches of light brown hair, and now I'm going over his head a second time hearing the sound of the clippers snipping off minuscule hair endings making the buzz cut perfectly even, crisp, and tight. The guys haven't said anything since the first cut down the middle of his head. Jamie hasn't even felt it after that first time. His shoulders are slumped as he holds onto the mirror that's hanging between his legs. Most barbers use the trimming clippers to square off the hairs at the nap of the neck, but I taper them a little for a neater look. Then I outline around his ears. He looks even younger than before with this buzz cut and I need to fight off the urge again to hug and kiss him.

I take a deep breath, then say, "All done, Jamie," and I can't resist rubbing his head. He has a bit of a widow's peak that's a little more pronounced now than I remember from three months ago, but other than that this buzz cut is a good look for him. His hair is dense enough that his scalp doesn't show and he does have a nicely shaped head, which is important for a buzz cut to look good. Jamie makes a face lifting the mirror and looking at himself, his other hand is feeling back through his crisp buzz cut. He mutters, "Dork, that's what I look like, I knew it!" and Dougie says, "NO! You look sexy, Jamie!" Jamie tries not to grin, but he does a grin anyway, mumbling, "Anyway it looks better than I thought it would." Looking up at me, he says, "Thanks, Dylan. Maybe I'll get used to it in time." I mutter, "Another ringing endorsement." I'm brushing the cut hairs from his shoulders as Jamie stands up brushing hairs off his lap. Then I give the back of his neck a squeeze pulling him against me for a hug, asks, "Friends still?" He shrugs, "Sure, and you're still our idol too." Grinning at him I give him a kiss on the side of his forehead, muttering, "You look good with any haircut, Jamie."

Dougie's brushing hair off the chair as I'm dragging it back to lean against the rim of the sink. Jamie's still staring at himself in the mirror rubbing his head, mumbling, "Feels weird." Dougie sits down saying, "Will ya go slow, Dylan? I like it when you shampoo my hair." I nod that I'll do his shampoo slow because it's what he wants and I like doing it. It takes about ten minutes to give Dougie a long double shampoo as Jamie watches us and smokes, occasionally holding the lipped filter of his cigarette to my lips for a drag. Nobody says anything so perhaps it's a sexy experience for them too. I know it is for me. During the shampooing of Dougie hair I decide I enjoy the slightly more pronounced BO on him. It goes with the slightly stale scent from lack of bathing and combines in my head as a sexy scent. It's not like's Ray's BO scent, no one's like Ray's, but it's male and boyish and not unpleasant to my olfactory glands. I kind of like it. I didn't notice BO so much on Jamie so maybe he's more conscientious with deodorant usage. After dragging the shampooing out as long as I can, even doing a conditioner treatment, I finally need to dry his hair roughly with that same towel and then finish drying it with the noisy hair dryer. He actually has a beautiful head of hair when it's this clean and conditioned. It shines and it's almost a shame to buzz it all off, but that's what he wants so I'm more than happy to oblige.

I tell him the shampoo's finally done and Dougie stands up and moves the chair for me while saying what I basically was thinking before beginning Jamie's buzz cut, "Now for the really good part, Dylan." Dougie smokes through the entire haircut as the clippers shear through Dougie's hair easily and globs of dark hair fall to the floor or his shoulders and lap. The feel of five inches of silky hairs by the thousand sliding off the back of my hand to land on the floor is so awesome. I get a nice semi-boner doing Dougie's buzz cut, especially when I'm going back over his head pressing the clippers firmly against his scalp creating that sound of little bits of additional hair being clipped off and making the buzz cut just that tiny bit shorter. Dougie's buzz looks tighter than Jamie's because his hair's so dark and contrasts with his pale complexion. It's the exact same length as Jamie's, it just looks shorter somehow. Jamie exhales a lung full of smoke, saying, "Wow, you're is extra short, Dougie," as he feels Dougie's bristly hair. On the plus side Dougie's hairline is straight across his forehead, which is the ideal hairline assuming it doesn't start receding prematurely.

As I'm putting the barber stuff back in the toiletry kid, Jamie asks, "Do the three buzz-cut musketeers get undressed now?" I say, "First we have a beer to celebrate your new haircuts." I get three beers out of the satchel and open them. We all light cigarettes. I sit on the desk chair and the other two sit on the edge of a bed talking about their haircuts and their freshman year experience thus far. Mostly they talk about themselves and the sex they have together, which is frequent. They've both 'topped' although Dougie does it much more often than Jamie, who claims he prefers feeling a hard cock up his ass. He claims it's so much better than he even fantasized it'd be and he'll even suggest Dougie do him again at times. Dougie says, "He can't get enough of my seven inch snake." Jamie hunches his shoulders, saying, "Oooh, the thought of it makes me shudder." A boy after my own heart. I tell them I'm pretty much like Jamie, and Dougie says, "Hell, I'll service you both. This isn't my first rodeo ya know. I fucked a kid all through my senior year and he liked it as much as my boyfriend, Jamie, does." They've both been into themselves so much it doesn't seem to me they've been doing much of anything with other freshman. I suggest they try making some friends. Friends made in college can be friends for life. They need to get out a little and mingle more. I tell them about Tracy's speakeasy, a good gathering place to meet other freshman. They've already heard about the speakeasy, but so far they've been hesitant to go. I tell them, like a big shot, "Oh guys, I'm on Tracy's A list. I'll take you over and introduce you to the bouncer and Tracy himself." That's if I ever remember the bouncer's name. Jamie asks, "What the A list?" and I go, "Um, it's a list, ya know. Well, I'm not exactly sure what it is myself. I just found out I was on it, but it implies special treatment I would think."

Pony bottles are only seven ounces of beer so we finish them pretty quickly. I wanna save the last three for afterwards to sort of ratchet down the emotion level when we're done the sexy three-way. Done our beers, Jamie asks again, "Do we get undressed now? I go, "Yep, but control yourselves when you see me naked. I don't want you two attacking me, tying me up, and taking turns fucking me," which is exactly what I would want them to do, but I'm pretty sure that ain't gonna happen. Dougie goes, "Euuu, that sounds hot." We took our shirts off earlier, they dropped theirs on the floor where they stood near the door. I folded both my tee-shirt and long sleeve shirt neatly and placed them on a shelf in their closet for safe keeping. Now we all step out of our sneakers and pull our socks off, sticking a sock in each sneaker, then I line up the sneakers in the closet. My skinny jeans come off and I fold them too and put them with my shirts. I'm wearing these clothes to the mixer later tonight so I don't want them wrinkled. We all pull off our underwear, and then the three jockey shorts gets tossed near the door in a heap. I say, "After our sex we'll close our eyes and chose a pair of underpants to wear. If you get your own, too bad." They both look at each other grinning at that as they both unconsciously play with themselves. Dougie's also smelling the back of his wrist making me do the same as I look at him noticing his whole body's as pale-complected as his face. He's very slim, but his stomach is flat and overall his body's kinda skinny-hot somehow. His skinny legs have fine dark hairs on the calves and I'd like to rub my hand up through those little hairs. He's got the short dark hairs on his forearms too and very dark pubic hair, but no other hair on his body except his buzzed head, cool narrow black eyebrows, and a tiny patches of underarm hair.

Jamie has the more normal hairy calves. They're covered with light brown curly hairs, but very little hair on his forearms. He's got that strip of sparse curly hair between his pecs and regular curly pubic hairs that's a little darker than the other hair on his body. He also has a sprinkling of hair on his really hot-looking pink ass. I don't see hair on Dougie's buttocks, but he may have some around his asshole. If not, he's a rare one like me. Jamie's the sexiest of the two as far as I'm concerned because of his skimpy beard and the muscle definition in his torso, arms, and legs. "Have you ever lifted weights, Jamie? Or worked-out on one of those muscle building apparatuses?" He shakes his head, and Dougie says, "Hot bod on that kid, huh Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, he's hot, but so are you, Dougie." They both blush and, damn, they're cute together. Like I said, they're both playing with their junk with Jamie's cock being on the small side of normal at maybe a tad under five inches, where Dougie's on the other side of normal with a penis at least seven inches long. Mine's in the middle at six inches, just about the perfect size for me.

"What should we do now, Dylan?" I go, "Why ask me? Whaddaya wanta do?" Jamie goes, "Well, you're our sex guru, so we thought...." I go, "Guru, huh? As far as I know there's no right or wrong way to have a sexy three-way. Ya just need three people who wanna do it together, like us. So if you're asking me what I'd like, I'd like to see you two recreate that make-out you had in the chaise lounge on the balcony that time. That was hot." Jamie says, "Yeah, I'm up for that," and he puts a hand behind Dougie's neck pulling their faces together and I see his tongue coming out as their lips meet. They both close there eyes and hump gently against each other's privates as they kiss with their arms around each other's neck in quite a sexy embrace. Neither of the boys seems the least bit self-conscious about being naked, which is a little odd. I mean, they're used to each other I imagine, but I'm here too. I discouraged then from getting naked last September and they've never seen me naked until now. Not that they seemed especially impressed by my awesome body.

Hmmm, maybe I'm a bit of a pervert, but seeing these two young cute guys making our like this is a turn on for me. I can watch a movie where male/female lovers make out, or even simulate sex, and it's like a big fat yawn! Two young males making out though, well that's so fucking sexy. These two do a lot of low moaning as the fondle each other while making-out, and there's lots of wet mouth noises too. Lot of saliva being swapped as well, very much like when I make out. After maybe a minute and a half they move their heads apart, flushed in the face, their slightly stiff cocks listing to the side as they gasp for breath. Then Dougie says, "Ya want a little taste of my hot boyfriend, Dylan? Tell me how hot you think he is." I mumble, "Yeah okay, sure. I'll give you my guru opinion," and I get Jamie's face between my hands and lick up from the bottom of his chin where his beard grows, through both the boy's combined drooled saliva, dragging my tongue over the hairless part of chin, and then suck on his lips before pushing my tongue in his mouth. He's stiffens for a second and then melds into me hugging around my waist holding my crotch against his as he kisses back, moving his tongue against mine. Holy fuck, he is hot. His scent, stale as it may be and with just a touch of BO, gets in my head and I want to eat him up with a spoon.

My dick is apparently much more sensitive to this sort of thing then either Jamie's or Dougie's because I immediately spring a hard boner. It's pressed between our bellies so Jamie definitely has gotta be aware of it. He keeps up the gentle dry docking against it as I'm rubbing my hand over his buzzed head and moving my face against his, me getting wickedly turned-on by his soft sexy whiskers. I hear an aroused quiet moan slips out, and I'm not even sure if it came from him or me. Our bodies are moving against one another as we kiss and suck each others mouths and it's simply sexy as hell. I'd go on longer with the make-out except Jamie slides his lips off mine and with the sides of our faces together he's gasping, taking deep breaths next to my ear. Dougie comes over and acts like a referee at a boxing match separating us with a hand on each of our chest pushing us apart as he laughs, "What the fuck, Dylan! Are you trying to steal my boyfriend?" We step apart with Jamie looking at me grinning. Ah ha, now he's got a nice hard five inch boner and it's sticking straight up too. His hand goes to it and he strokes it, saying, "Dylan's a hot make-out, Dougie." Dougie mutters, "Ya don't say," and goes at it with Jamie again sucking his mouth and rubbing tongues, then sloppy kisses for another minute while I give my nice feeling boner a couple of strokes. No precum yet but my cock feels good and my nuts are on alert. I can sense some activity down there already.

Feeling frisky, I get on my knees and squirm between them as they make-out. I want a taste of young cock. So, taking first Dougie's long slightly hard cock in my fingers, I stroke it a few times before putting it in my mouth. Mmmm, nice. I'm sucking and licking the head only. Jesus, the taste of his cock and their combined body scents gets in my head, and now precum drools out of my hard cock and my shoulders do a little shudder of arousal. Their sexy stale scent is something extra I hadn't expected, not until they took their shirts off earlier. I hadn't especially thought much about it since then, until now getting between them, and WOW! Both their stomachs are touching my head... Jamie's belly against the back of my head and my forehead against Dougie's. When I've sucked and licked his cock's head until it's hard and pulsating, I take some of the shaft in my mouth and run my tongue along it while sucking on it. Dougie's feet begin to shuffle and ten seconds later he pushes Jamie away, arching his back like he's gonna spunk. His cock's still in my mouth when he grabs my shoulders and humps his hips pushing his cock past the gag reflex area and into my throat. I work my stomach muscle for just a few seconds before he goes, "Aaaaaah," jumping backwards pulling his cock from my throat and mouth, yelling, "Holy shit, Dylan, I almost blew my load down your throat! What was that?" Sitting back on my ankles, I mumble, "Some deep throating, why?" Jamie says, "My turn, Dylan." I'm like, "Well, get around here in front of me then." He slides in front of me holding his cock out with his fingers, arching his back pushing his crotch towards my face. I grab the shaft of his hard pecker sucking and licking it while he's making all kinds of grunting sounds. Bobbing my head, inching up on the five inches of shaft little by little until the head pushes into my throat. Jamie can't take the stimulation even two seconds before he jumps back, yelping, "Holy shit, that's awesome!" His boner's sticking proudly five inches straight out from him, it's so hard it looks like a pink wooden carving of the perfect boner. You know, not pretentiously long, just the right width, and a beauty of a helmet head with a bubble of precum balance at his pee slit. Then it rolls down the shaft of his boner to settle on his nuts. Cool!

Dougie's taking deep breaths while ripping open a condom packet, saying, "Go ahead, Jamie, you get on down there with Dylan. Hands and knees, both of you." That's hot, but I try for cooI shrugging and rolling my eyes at Jamie. I'm smirking at him, like, 'What the hell?' He gets down telling me, "You're gonna love Dougie's cock. Oooh, it feels so good in my ass!" I nod my head and look up, saying to Dougie, "You don't need that condom, ya know." He asks, "Why not?" and I'm like, "Simple. You used a condom with the kid in high school, right?" He nods his head looking at me, and I add, "Jamie here had never done it until you took his cherry, and I have natural immunity to sexually transmitted deceases, so why the condom? Feel flesh on flesh, dude." He goes, "Oh gawd, that's an awesome idea," and I say, "Yeah, but for all other occasions, ones that aren't with Jamie or me, a condom is a vital accessory for anal sex. You may not have a natural immunity like me." He goes, "Un huh," as he puts his fist around the condom and tightly pulls the

condom through his clenched fist dragging off the lubricant, then he spread it on his drooping hard boner, dropping the condom in with all the other debris on the floor. His cock shines with lube and I'm really anxious to feel it up my ass. I'm still on my hands and knees, so I push my ass up, saying, "Let me feel your beauty of a boner in my ass, Dougie." He grins as he gets behind me, saying to Jamie, "Ya see how Dylan pushes his ass up, that's what I've been telling you to do." Jamie frowns as Dougie puts a hand on my hip. It's the hand he extracted the lube off the condom with and it slips a little spreading lube on my side. Fuck! With his other hand he lifts his cock and guides it to my asshole and humps it in with both of us going, "Mmmm, aaah!" Both his hands are gripping my hips now and he's pushing his boned-up cock steadily up my ass with firecrackers going off inside me. I yell, "Not so fucking fast, Dougie. Fuck!" I look back at him, "That hurts! Let my ass adjust, will ya?" He mumbles, "This is how I do it with Jamie," and I look at Jamie, saying, "And it hurts like hell, right?" He shakes his head, "Um, no, not really. It feels awesome. I like him ramming it all the way up inside me. The first time he did it like that I shot my load right then and there."

I'm staring at Jamie, "You're shitting me." He shakes his head, "Nope, I'm serious." I go, "Well, I have a normal rectum, Dougie, so push the last foot of that boner up my ass slowly." He laughs, "You wish it was a foot," but he pushes in slowly now, and hot damn it does feel mighty good with me needing to stifle a long moan of sexual pleasure. Don't want to give Dougie the idea his cock is something special, although it's a good one alright. When he's leaning against my buttocks, fully impaling me, he rubs both hands up my back spreading more lube from his slippery lube hand. How the fuck am I gonna clean that off before the mixer? I don't complain though because it's too late anyway, plus my rectum feels really good and I'm concentrating on that. Dougie leans over to the side reaching for one of his cigarettes laying on his desk. In the process of doing that he pulls about three inches of his boner out of my ass. After lighting the cigarette he takes a deep drag and exhales the smoke in my direction. The smoke encircles my head as he straightens up and pushes the three inches of boner back up my ass. I go, "Oooh, mmm, that's nice, Dougie. Nice boner, dude." He mutters, "Thanks," leaning down to me, pulling the same three inches of boner pulls out of my ass again, he's holding the cigarette down to me for a drag. Turning my head to the side I take a big drag off it while tightening my ass muscles. My shoulders shudder as sizzling sensations off my prostate have me holding my breath before exhaling the smoke. Dougie straightens up and leans against my buttocks with the exposed three inches of his boner going back into my ass and I go, "Mmmm, oh fuck, mmm. Keep doing that." He asks, "Feeling okay now, Dylan, huh?" I nod my head stifling another moan. Jamie says, "Light a cigarette for me, Dougie." He passes his half smoked cigarette to me, "Ya wanna finish this, Dylan?" I take it as he leans over withdrawing the three inches of boner again. The other four inches of bone still inside me is pulling my rectum wall in the direction he's leaning. I grunt, "Oooh, jesus!" Dougie chuckles as he lights two cigarettes humping the three inches of boner back up my ass and giving my shoulders another reason to shudder. Really feels good, then it gets better as he leans the other way to pass one of the cigarettes to Jamie. That move stretches my rectum in the other direction and precum drool down the shaft of my cock along with my shoulders spastic shudder. Dougie's apparent lack of concern about the effect his movements have on my ass are interpreted by my brain as him being dominant and that gets me licking around my lips trying not to moan again, but it's fucking hot.

With his cock pleasantly way up my ass, him leaning against my buttocks, we all take a couple of drags off our cigarettes and now there's a haze of cigarette smoke around all three of us. Jamie asks, "Why don'cha get on with fucking Dylan so I can have my turn?" Dougie chuckles, saying to me, "He's anxious for it. I told you Jamie can't get enough of my cock." I mutter, "Yeah? Can't say I blame him," and he snorts, "Dude, I gotta fuck Jamie four or five times a day and he still isn't satisfied." Jamie yells, "That's a lie, Hamilton! It's not just me, you nag me to let you fuck me most of the time." Dougie blows out a lot of smoke chuckling again, then grinds his hips moving his boner inside my rectum and my back arches as I exhale smoke moaning, "Mmmm, Dougie, that's, mmmm, ooh, ooh, fuck." He's unaware, or he just doesn't care that his boner's teasing my rectum enticingly with his every movement. Still talking to Jamie, he goes, "I do not nag you, Jamie. I suggest we do it and right away you're ripping your pants off playing with yourself." I'm aroused and sexually turned on, so I shout, "Can we put off the cat fight until later? Please!" Holding my cigarette butt back towards Dougie, he takes it and leans over to his desk dropping the butt in an ashtray

with his cock sliding out of my ass and then back in as he stands straight

again, asking me, "Are you anxious too? Heh heh." I mutter, "You could say that, yeah." With his cigarette between his teeth he grabs my hips again and withdraws his cock while I do a long, "Ssssssshh," sound and then it's ," Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds in my ears with Dougie's fingers digging into my side pulling me back into his hard fast thrusting. Awesome familiar sensations buzz sexually in my rectum. My anus sizzles with pleasure and I'm groveling a little under Dougie's hard trusting. His pounding against my ass builds up incredible sensations of pleasure and my head hangs between my arms absorbing them with me constantly groaning as quietly as I can. I'm desperately trying to be cool with this, except it feels so good I need to moan and soon I hear myself going, "Mmm, oooh, ooh, aaah, aah, Oh Dougie, ooh, fuck yeah," and just when he's really gotten into an grove and I sense my orgasm right around the corner, he pulls his boner out leaving my ass opened-up and quivering with mind boggling sensations spreading out from my rectum. My whole body shudders at the abrupt stop of stimulation. I look over and Dougie's mounting Jamie, who like Dougie, has a smoldering cigarette between his teeth, smoke coming out of his nose and mouth at the same time. He's looking back at Dougie while exaggeratedly pushing his ass up. Dougie chuckles, "Be patient you cute fucking thing." What he really should do now is slap Jamie's ass a few times hard, except I guess they're not into that. Fucking shame really.

Dougie's mumbling, "It feels a little different without the condom, Jamie, but maybe not as much as I expected. Tell me if you notice much of a difference," and he pushes his boner the rest of the way up Jamie's ass in like one fucking second. I cringe at the thought. And holy shit, I've never seen anyone arch their back as much as Jamie does, his head back, his neck's stretched, and a little vein in his forehead pulses, as he moans, "Aaaaaah, mmmmm, that's awesome, Dougie. Fuck me!" The way his back is arched it's like he's a contortionist or ballet dancer or something. Dougie's hammering away right from the start. "Slapslapslapslap." A grunt from Dougie with every thrust of his hips as he's driving his seven-plus inches of wood up Jamie's ass fast and hard. Cigarette smoke coming from both of them like a couple of locomotive's. Both boys' faces are bright red and both of them are noisy fucker's too. They loudly moan and curse and smoke with their cigarettes clamped between their teeth, inhaling and exhaling with each moan and groan of sexual pleasure. These two are smokin' hot together and it looks like they've been getting plenty of practice doing this too. Jamie's body sways forward with each hump up his ass and Dougie pulls him back with each withdrawal, "Slapslapslapslap," for two minutes straight, fast and hard. Then Dougie abruptly pulls his long boner out of Jamie. They're both gasping for air. Dougie's boner is now sticking almost straight out from his groin, all seven plus inches of hard cock. It's shiny with lubricant and there's also a spattering of anal matter from Jamie's ass. Dougie puts out both their cigarette butts and light two new ones, passing one to Jamie. Both of their cocks are so tight they barely moves when their bodies move. Dougie takes a drag and while he exhales, he asks me, "Ya want another cigarette, Dylan?" I mutter, "Nah, there's so much second hand smoke floating in the air who needs a cigarette." He chuckles, then both boys exhale long streams of smoke in my direction. I'm waving my hand at the smoke for all the good it does me. Dougie holds his cigarette between his teeth again, drags on the cigarette exhaling through his nose while he gets a good tight grips on both my hips. He doesn't even need to hold his boner in his fingers to guide it to my asshole. It's so tight it barely moves as he leans in and the head spreads the lips of my anus again. My boner tightens-up some more and drools precum as I realize that sloppy cock was just up Jamie's ass and now it's going up mine with part of Jamie's ass on it. A moan of sexual arousal slips from me, "Mmmm," as Dougie plugs the head of his cock past my sphincter, asking, "Do I still need to do it slow?" My shoulders do their shudder as I gasp, then say, "Nope, give me all you got, stud."

Where'd I ever get the idea he was shy? He pushes his cock up inside me the same way he did in Jamie's ass, and I'm filled up back there almost instantly. Not for long though because he spastically pulls it right back out past my sphincter muscle. Muttering curses, he humps it right back in sending chills and shivers around my body. He starts fucking me as hard and fast as he did Jamie. "Slapslapslapslapslapslap," my body constantly squirming under the pounding Dougie's doing to my ass. First off, how can he last this long fucking both of us? An secondly I'm gonna seem like a newbie because my climax is building towards climax at supersonic speed. It's coming on me like a runaway freight train and I'm holding my breath making little, "Ah, ah, ah," sounds. That's all I can manage what with the sensations of climax shouting to my brain. My brain tries dealing with that, plus a million sexually sensitive nerve ending screaming at it along with this thought in my head: Jamie's ass matter is now inside me! My orgasm's right at the tipping point, my eyes tightly closed watching the fireworks exploding in my head as Dougie breaths out loudly, leans against me and goes, "Umpth," and a squirt of cum hits my bowels setting me off. My back arches, muscles clench, and then a hard stream of cum pumps from my nuts, my whole body shaking. I need to drop down onto my forearms, my face laying on my arms with me clenching my body's muscles pumping more cum out of my cock. This second stream of cum hits me under my chin as Dougie grunts pulling his cock out of my ass with a string of cum attached to the head of his throbbing cock. A whining-sounding gasp from Dougie as a streak of his cum shoots up my back before he can move over and plug his boner back up Jamie's ass. Now he's humping him wildly, jostling Jamie so hard he pushes him flat on the floor, Dougie hoping up off him continuing to fuck his ass. Jamie yells, "Fuccccck!"as his hard boner gets pushed to the side, the gaping pee slit looking right at me and when he climaxes he shoots a stream of cum just under my dripping boner. That flying stream of Jamie's cum must have traveled four feet before landing on the floor. The next stream of his orgasm splashes against my side as he moans, going limp. There's a spastic shudder from him and once again his body get's stiff as the last spurt of cum plops a few inches from the head of his softening cock. Now he's limp once more, moaning quietly laying spread eagle on the floor without moving. We're all breathing loudly as Jamie's cum drools down my side with my own cum dripping off my chin onto my arms and Dougie's cum cools on my back and drools out of my ass. I'm a mess of cum and lubricant.

No more movement from any of us, just the three of us breathing deeply and savoring the fleeting after

effects of our orgasms. The boys' combined scents is swimming around in my head all funky and stale, but boyishly sexy just the same. Glancing at those two I'm wishing they were laying on top of me. Dougie's eyes are closed as he runs his fingers over Jamie's crisp buzzed hair, his nose against the back of Jamie's neck. Dougie's spunk, quite a lot of it, has drooled out of Jamie's ass and run down his left butt cheek, but he seems obvious to it. He has a little smile on his face, a contented lad after being fucked well. I kinda envy Jamie because these sexual experiences are pretty much new experiences for him, and it's wondrous to realize how awesomely fantastic gay sex actually is after fantasizing about it for four or five years like he probably did. I obviously still love sex as much or more than anyone, but the early discoveries can't be duplicated for intensity. Hell, I was so enchanted by it I even begged fat Carl for it and he's repulsive to me now. Back then though he was my god giving sexual pleasures that I previously was never imagined possible. Jamie and Dougie have begun squirming together and chuckling about something. Ah, young love.

I groan getting to my feet, then says, "How 'bout helping me wipe this cum off me." Jamie says, "I can't get up. Dougie's laying on me." Dougie groans, then gets up, pushing off Jamie's body, asking, "How'd you like my fucking, Dylan?" I go, "It was very hot stuff, Dougie, very hot indeed, dude." We're walking through the cut hairs that lay on the floor on our way to the sink. The hairs stick to our feet, but the grunge boy doesn't even notice as he says, "Well, Jamie and I have been asking you to do a three-way with us for the past two months. So now ya know what you missed." I shrug, mumbling, "Yeah? I thought you were just kidding around." I'm trying to brush off the combination of dark brown and light brown hairs stuck to both my feet. The truth is, I ignored their suggestion of a three-way back then because I was working on reducing side-sex at the time. No need to go into all that with Dougie though. The used washcloth I put on the rim of the sink earlier is still here. It was put there to soften the area at the back of the guys' necks during the shampoos. I wet it and wipe my chest, neck, and chin. Handing it to Dougie, I'm mumbling, "See if you can gets Jamie's cum off my side and the spray that hit my back, plus that shot of your cum you streaked up my spine." He laughs taking the washcloth, saying, "I was trying to hold it in to shoot up my boyfriends ass. Just that one squirt got on you. Oh yeah, I shot some in your ass too, but most of it went up Jamie's ass." Jamie's sitting up feeling his butt cheek, "Ewwww, fuck! Your spunk's all over my ass, Dougie." Dougie mutters, "So what's new about that, ya hot shit?"

Done wiping randomly at the cum on me, Dougie wipes his cock with the washcloth as Jamie walks over saying, "Wipe my ass, Dougie." That skunky-smelling washcloth is getting quite a workout. I dry myself with the towel from the dirty laundry bag. The one I dried the guy's hair with, then glance at their heads. They look so different from how they did an hour ago. Buzz cuts look better when they've grown for a week or so and the hair follicles get rounded out a little at the ends. Now they look a bit severe and bristly. Still, I think they look cool and I rub both their heads at the same time. They stop wiping with the washcloth, dropping it on the floor, and rub their own heads making faces at each other. Jamie says to Dougie, "You're an asshole, you know that?" "Whaddaya mean?" and Jamie's like, "For making me get this buzz cut. I look like a dork." Dougie's like, "Nooo, not a dork. Um, okay, a little bit like a dork... heh heh." Jamie goes, "Oh yeah? Guess what this buzz cut reminds me of. Your tongue up my ass, that's what. Get to it." Dougie says, "Yeah, I know, I know. I wanna do that, but let me recover

a little first. Christ, I just fucked big loads out of both of you guys. I need to catch my breath." Then to me, he says, "You think I could be one of those domain guys?" I frown at him, "What, domain? Oh, you mean dominant? Yeah, you probably could. You should do some research on Google and see if it appeals to you two." Jamie asks, "Can you show us?" I go, "No, sorry. I'm not especially dominant. I mostly like being submissive during sex. That's what rocks my boat."

Jamie says, "I think I'll dominate your ass, Dougie," and Dougie goes, "Go ahead and try." l'm slowly shaking my head, mumbling, "Will you two stop bickering. Come on, lets have that other beer now." Grabbing a beer from my satchel and opening it, Dougie reaches out first, so I give it to him. He asks, "Didn't we have Rolling Rock when you gave us haircuts last time?" I say, "Maybe, I don't remember." I give Jamie a beer and open mine as we drift over to the beds. I sit in the desk chair again and they sit on the side of one of their beds. We all light cigarettes, then Jamie says, "I'm hooked on smoking now, thanks to the bad influence of my roommate." Dougie says, "Yeah, but it's smoking hot to smoke cigarettes while fucking, ain't it, roomie?" Jamie says, "Yeah, it is," and I say, "I don't get why it makes the sex hotter, although I know other guys who smoke while having sex, so you're not the only guys who do it." We smoke and drink our pony bottles of beer talking about sex in general with those two describing some of the hot sexy straight guys in their classes that they perv on. Then Dougie asks me how to rim because he wants to do it right. Jamie wants to know too, and of course they bring up the 'shit factor'. "Doesn't it taste like shit?" I go, "You really don't wanna rim a dirty ass. If the guy's not clean, just forget about it." Jamie asks, "Have you ever rimmed a guy with crud on his asshole?" I think about Dodger's poor wiping habits and then lie, "Absolutely not!" Actually that is my new policy. Rule number 181 in my submissive handbook goes: 'The ass needs to be clean before rimming, or forget it!' True, that wasn't my policy back a year or so ago, but it is now. I go, "For me to rim somebody I gotta really like him too, along with him being considerate enough to clean himself inside, as well as out. You can only get your tongue in there a little anyway. You know, considering your tongue's not very firm. That means the guy only needs to clean inside his ass an inch or so. He needs to get a washcloth or something up his ass when he showers. An inch is probably more than's necessary, but it's a good rule to follow.

Finished our beers Dougie wants to clean Jamie's ass before rimming him, and he wants me to help. I ask, "Ya got another washcloth besides the cum-soaked one?" Jamie goes through their laundry bag coming up with a thin previously used washcloth." I say, "That's good. You can push that up his hole using your finger, Dougie." Jamie rinses it out at the sink, then squeezes out most of the soapy water, saying, "That's from the dried soap in the washcloth mostly." I can only imagine what else was dried in that rag. I tell Jamie to bend over and spread his butt cheeks. He does and Dougie and I lean over for a look. I'm highlighting points of interest, "That's your cum around his anus, Dougie, and there's some lube that scraped off your cock. You'll probably want to clean that off too." He nods his head, mumbling, "Damn,

that looks tight, don't it?" I'm like, "Yeah, it's a tight rose bud, but that baby can open wide enough to fit your fist in it if it's stimulated properly." He goes, "A fist? Ya gotta be shittin' me." I shrug, "That's what I hear, but I've never done it." Dougie rubs at Jamie's anus with the washcloth as Jamie's giggling, saying, "You're doing such a good job of cleaning my ass I'm gonna let you wipe it from now on after I shit." Dougie chuckles too, muttering, "Don't hold your breath waiting for me to do that, but you got yourself fucking cute ass here, McFarland," and he pushes the washcloth inside Jamie's asshole using his index finger. It doesn't go in easily as Jamie's ass muscles tighten around the finger, and I go, "Push it in further and twirl it around. Then pull it out and see what you got." He does that and then we look at the washcloth. Dougie's frowning looking closely, then he looks at me, saying, "There's some brown shit remnants, but not much," and I go, "You wipe your ass good, Jamie." Dougie uses another part of the washcloth and does it again twisting the thing around in Jamie's ass. He pulls it out and we look again, "That's pretty clean, Dougie. You'll maybe notice a bit of an acrid taste on your tongue, but it won't last."

Jamie's looking back at us, "Can I let go of my butt cheeks now?" I say, "Just a second." Winking at Dougie, I push my finger in Jamie's asshole, then a little further, and he's like, "Hey, what's that?" I'm feeling around in there until I hit his prostate and then start rubbing it with Jamie's ass closing on my finger tightly. His ass is wiggling with Jamie going, "Aaaah, aaah, aah, mmmm. Oh, what the fuck ya doing back there?" then he stumbles away with my finger pulling out making a subtle,"plop," sound. I'm laughing, "That's your prostate, Jamie." He goes, "I knew that," as he lights another cigarette, adding, "I felt like I was gonna cum." Dougie says, "Let me have a drag," and while exhaling the smoke, he says, "Bend over again, Jamie, and stand still, will ya?" He rubs around Jamie's anus with his finger, mumbling, "If I'm going to be licking this thing I want to get to know it." His finger slides around Jamie's asshole and then he pushes his finger up his ass pretty far and rubs his prostate like I did. Dougie's got an arm around Jamie's waist holding him as he rubs, rubs, rubs. Jamie's struggling and laughing in between moans, "Mmm, oooh, ooh that feels good." His cock tightens up and then, "Ummm," his hips buck and a splat of watery cum spurts out and then a lazy drool of the same substance. No struggling now. Jamie's moaning like he just had a full blown orgasm. Dougie and me grin, watching Jamie coming down off his faux orgasm. Dougie mumbles, "That's fuckin' cool, huh." Jamie's still bent over as he pulls on his pecker a little. He stands-up and points at Dougie, "I'm doing that to you, Hamilton, since you think it's so cool." These boys argue with each other a lot, but I'm thinking they're having themselves a damn good time, although it doesn't seem like to me it has anything to do with love. It's roommate buddy sex, which if you can't have love is probably the next best thing because your fuck buddy is always available right there in your dorm room with you.

The large amount of cut hairs on the floor continue sticking on all of us as we were messin' with Jamie's ass. We take some time trying to get the hairs off our bodies, but just spread them around more than anything. I go, "Fuck! How the hell am I'm going to the mixer after this!" Jamie says, "You can take a shower before you leave. There probably won't be anyone showering in the afternoon." I go, "I don't care if someone's in there, but you don't have a clean towel to dry with after the shower." Jamie goes back in their bulging laundry bag coming up with a wrinkled towel that's still a little damp. He goes, "This is the one we used last week, I think." I ask, "Both of you?" They nod their heads. Taking the towel from Jamie, I smell it and a slightly moldy smell to it, but it's not too bad. I go, "Okay, thanks, Jamie," and I drape it over the back of the desk chair hoping it'll dry. It's

warm in here with that space heater pouring out heat, but awfully hazy with cigarette smoke, and the boys are lighting up again. Jesus Christ! I wave at the smoke, asking, "Do you smoke this much all the time?" They shake their heads, "No, just while fucking mostly." That's probably nearly all the time anyway, but I leave it at that.

We try sliding the cut hair in a pile so we don't keep stepping on them, but they don't have a brush so we're using two of their dirty tee-shirts from the laundry bag and a lot of the hair is sticking to the tee-shirts. "Do you guys live in this mess all the time?" Jamie says, "It's not that messy in here except for our hair." I glance around and see shit all over the place. Both beds are in shambles, the covers and sheets all bunched-up. I go, "Oh, yeah," rolling my eyes. Robby and I aren't fanatical about neatness in our room, but it looks pristine compared to this room. Dougie picks up handfuls of hair and dumps them in a waste basket that's already pretty much overflowing as it is. Pizza boxes, soda cans, empty cigarette boxes, butts, and ashes. Jesus!

Finally Jamie wants his ass rimmed and Dougie doesn't argue because he actually wants to do it. As for me, I want to watch. I've never seem rimming done in person except for me doing it and mostly I only see the guy's butt and ass crack. Dougie pushes the back of Jamie head roughly, saying, "Bend over and spread 'em." Jamie bend over looking at me, asking, "Do I need to spread my butt cheeks, Dylan?" I shrug, "They can be spread, sure, but it isn't necessary," then to Dougie, "Why don't you tenderize his ass a little bit first." "How do I do that?" I go, "Spank his ass hard, it loosens the ass muscles some." Not that I believe that shit, but I'd like to see a little touch of dominance this afternoon. Jamie mutters, "Not too hard," and I say, "Ya gotta wale away to do any good," grinning to myself. You're so bad, Dylan... hee hee. Dougie's grinning too as he ,"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" on Jamie's ass and Jamie screams, "You prick, I'm doing that to you next time!" Dougie can't stop giggling and staring at Jamie's quivering, red, left butt cheek. He says, "Spread 'em, Jamie, or you'll get some more!" That's the spirit!

Jamie's looking back at Dougie, "You better get that tongue of yours way up my ass, Hamilton, not just licking the outside." Hmmm, maybe two potential dominant sex dudes here in the making. I can see myself a month from now being abused by both these cute innocent lads. Dougie's bending over looking at Jamie's anus again, so I say, "Ya gotta get down on your knees to do it right, and you're the one who's suppose to spread his butt cheeks, not him. That's if you want them spread, and like I said, it's not imperative they're spread anyway. Jamie lets go of his ass and puts his hands on his thighs as Dougie gets down on his knees behind him and tentatively spreads the butt cheeks leaning in sniffing. I hear a snicker from Jamie as he squeezes out a fart, then another longer one follows. Dougie goes, "Ewww," and jumps up spanking Jamie's ass, "SMACK !" but Jamie jumps away. Dougie chases him, and 'SMACK!" "OW!" SMACK" "OW" both guys giggling before naked Dougie wraps up naked Jamie in his arms lifting him off the ground. Jamie continues giggling as another fart pops out of his ass. "You little prick," from Dougie, but Jamie's stronger and breaks free getting Dougie in a headlock reaching back and spanking Dougie's bare ass. I can't help but laugh as I lay back on a bed with gnarled sheets, I think it Jamie's bed. The pillow smells a

little like him anyway

They settle down and Dougie's on his knees again, kneeling behind a bent over Jamie. Dougie's spreading the buttocks and tentatively licking Jamie's ass crack, then he looks at me, "So far it's not very sexy, Dylan." I say, "Get right in there and do some serious licking, fer crissakes. Push your tongue against his ass like you mean it." He does an exaggerated long lap up the ass crack, right over the anus with Dougie's tongue way out. I grab my dick and give it a couple of strokes. Those two are hot together! Reminds me a little of Dodger and Vinnie. Dougie does the exaggerated lap again real slow, and then licks just the asshole a few times. I mumble, "Suck on it, make love to it, push your tongue at his asshole and get inside." To his credit he really does get into it making all kinds of sloppy mouth sounds with Jamie going, "Aah, aah, yeah, Dougie like that, ooh, fuck!" Half the time it looks like Jamie's going to step away, but he doesn't. Dougie licks and sucks on Jamie's asshole for three or four minutes, so I finally get off the bed to get a closer look. His tongue's going inside a half inch or so as

his lips suck around Jamie's anus lips. Jamie never stop moaning an groaning, the muscles in his buttocks contracting and loosening, contracting and loosening. I peer over Dougie shoulder and see him stroking his boner. Bending down and looking between Jamie's legs I see his boner bobbing up and down while he moans. I'm getting a boner myself, but then with a groan Jamie finally does steps away and Dougie's tongue makes a sucking sound as it's pulled out of Jamie's asshole. Still bent over Jamie grunts, "I think I'm gonna cum again."

Dougie looks up at me, so I pat his shoulder, "Awesome rimming, Dougie! Well done." Then Jamie straightens up biting his bottom lip as precum drips from his cock. He grunts, then says, "I've got a pair of hard blue balls. Let me get off in your ass, Dylan. okay? Please." Sure thing, I'd like to feel hot-bodied Jamie's cock up my ass. Compare the two, ya know. I shrug, "Sure, Jamie," and he comes over imitating Dougie by pushing the back of my head roughly, saying, "Bend over," which I do, trying not to chuckle. Jamie goes, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" on my ass, mumbling, "Just tenderizing it a little like you told Dougie to do." Quietly I go, "Ow," and laugh, mumbling, "Touché." Jamie's cock hits my anus and he pushes on it making a "Hissing," sound by sucking air in past his teeth as the head of his cock spreads the lips of my ass. He humps his hips and the head breaks through past the sphincter muscle as we both go, "Aaaah." Remembering me complaining to Dougie about going too fast, Jamie goes in slow. I tell him, "Shove it in there, Jamie. Dougie's got me opened up and you've tenderized it so anything goes at

this point." He pulls on my hips and thrust forward and his groin goes, "Slap," against my buttocks as he five inch boner flies up my rectum. He grinds his hips around while almost laying on my ass and I can't suppress a moan, "Mmmmmm. ooooh, feel good, Jamie," and it does too. Nice undersized cock on that kid. Not too fat so no pain at all, just a hot feeling in my rectum which is responding as usual with sizzling sensations that make my shoulders do their shudder. One of these times I'm going to consciously try not to have them shudder.

Taking a deep breath, Jamie begins ramming his boner inside me and his cock's hitting all the right notes too. His boner's got my rectum and anus singing in harmony a song of nice sexual pleasures. The kind of pleasure I can savor without it overwhelming my senses. All kinds of different cocks fuck differently and all generate sexually arousing results, none of them unpleasant, with the worst of them being pretty fucking good. As the sounds of his body slamming into my buttocks, skin against skin, rings in my ears, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," I'm letting out bursts of airy breaths with each luscious penetration trying to keep my moans of pleasure to myself. Jamie fuck's me fast and hard until I feel his body stiffens and him moan, "Aaaah, ooh, ooh." Looking back I see Dougie behind Jamie mounting him. There's another cigarette in his mouth, smoke coming out his nose. Jamie goes, "Oooh, god, Dougie. Feels good. Hey, let me have a drag off that cigarette" The three of us are connected cock to asshole with my cock hard and feeling left out. Jamie passes the cigarette to me and I suck a drag through the spit-saturated filter and pass it back. If it was weed we're smoking, how hot would that be?

With cigarette smoke encircling our heads the boys get in a rhythm driving their cocks up the ass in front of them at the same time and it's so sexy. Jamie and I are doing the most moaning now with Jamie winning the moaning contest because he's fucking me and being fucked himself. Jamie gets his arms around my waist and holds me tightly in place as he drives his boner in my ass, his hips flying. It goes on until I feel sweat between Jamie's belly and my ass cheek as the , "Slap, slap, slap," sounds are more pronounced now due to the wetness. I go off first arching my back and squealing embarrassingly with cum spurting from my cock in fast strings, one, two, three shots as I grovel against Jamie's strong hold around my waist. With my orgasm spiraling down Jamie picks up the speed of his thrusting and I get a little delirious, moaning and whining at the constant stimulation while my now flaccid cock flops around between my legs until Jamie tries matching my squeal, slamming into me so hard I fall forward and the three of us land on the throw rug with Jamie pumping against my ass, his body already tight against me. I didn't feel his first big shot of cum but I sure feel the squishiness in my rectum as he does little two inch humps in my ass gasping, then going limp on me. We're all laying in a heap so I guess Dougie blasted his orgasm up Jamie's ass about the same time Jamie shot his up my ass. We're all doing the normal heavy breathing until our breathing finally return to normal. Dougie roll off the pile first, then Jamie, pulling his five inch limp noodle out of my ass as he rolls off me. I feel grungy now with more cum drooling out of my ass and my sweaty buttocks splattered with random cut hairs sticking to it.

Sitting up I'm rubbing my face, looking around. Wow, good afternoon of sex even though not an idea location. Taking another deep breath I look over at the two freshman. Their heads together talking quietly. Then Dougie lifts his head, and says, "Jamie and I agree you're just as sexy as you look. We gotta do this again, right?" I grin, "It'd be hard to turn down 'cause you guys are just as yummy and sexy as you look too." They sit up and I check my watch. It's almost five o'clock. I say, "Lets take a shower and I'll buy you numbnut's some dinner." They look at each other, than shrug, with Jamie saying, "We gotta take a shower sometime, Dougie, it might as well be with our idol." I mumble, "Enough with that 'idol' shit. You guys are as hot or hotter than me. Maybe you should be my rock stars." Dougie stands, "No, you have much to teach us," and I chuckle, saying, "Yes, but you learn quickly, grasshopper." Then asks, "What's that mean anyway?" Jamie says, "It's that old movie. What the fuck's the name of it with the Chinese guy and his Kung Fu lessons to some kid?" I shrug, "How 'bout that shower?" We close our

eyes and chose a pair of underpants to wear. I get Jamie's and Dougie gets mine, which means Jamie's wearing Dougie's. I say, "Well, that worked out swell except I wish Dougie cleaned your ass, Jamie, before you wore these underpants." He says, "I've worn them all week too. They're my cleanest pair." Oh God!

We bring their bath gel, plus the used towel Jamie found in their laundry bag that's now dry at least. Jamie peek outs the door, muttering, "No one's in the corridor," so we scurry on down to the lavatory in our jockey shorts. Inside a guy is pissing and another guy's shaving. No one's in the communal showers though. There are six shower heads and we take off our underwear, making sure to put them in a dry spot 'cause well need to put them back on after the shower, and then turn on three shower head and get under the spray. Passing the bath/shampoo gel back and forth we wash ourselves with our hands, opting not to use the available overused washcloths. When were rinsing off a guy comes in naked and turns on a shower head, asking, "Jesus, is that you McFarland, and Hamilton? What the fucked you guys do to your hair, dudes?" The guy glances at me and realizes he doesn't know me, so he looks back at the guys. Jamie says, "What the fuck's it look like we did with our hair, Troy. We got buzz cuts obviously." Troy asks, "Why?" and Dougie says, "Because we felt like it. You got a problem with that?" Troy shrugs, "No, not really. It just took me by surprise. I might get one myself." I keep my mouth shut because while 'Troy' is kind of a cool name, this particular

Troy is not. He's overweight and not cute at all, plus he has a small dick and too much hair on his chest, belly, legs, and arms. Some body hair is sexy, but too much is not.

The arrival of Troy cuts my shower short, and that's too bad too because I was enjoying looking at the naked wet bodies of my two companions with the buzz cuts. On the other hand, I wanted to use our laundry bag towel first. I grab it and start drying myself, but Jamie and Dougie didn't just fall off a turnip truck and they're right behind me grabbing for the towel. Troy says, "You can use my towel. It's clean and I have another one in there on the sink for when I shave." Dougie mumbles, "Thanks, Troy," and grabs Troy's big fluffy towel walking away from Jamie and me, saying, "Suckers," and laughing. We share the used towel and then I leave it with Jamie and go after the big fluffy one. Dougie's back is to me as he's drying his ass, so I rip it from him and dry my nuts and back before he pulls it back. I'm fairly dry when I pull Dougie's underpants back on, and as we're walking back to the room, Jamie says, "That wasn't so bad, Dougie. So, why don't we want to take showers in there? Who cares if someone sees us." I go, "Nobody cares, Jamie." He bumps my shoulder, asking, "Did you see Troy's tiny weenier, hee hee, makes mine look like a python."

In the dorm room again Dougie says to me, "Jamie's the one who didn't want to take communal showers, not me. He thought his dick was small and afraid someone would mock him. It is kinda little, but so are other guy's dicks. You're is okay though, Dylan." I give him a 'look', but I have nothing I wanna say to that. Walking around the room with only my sneakers and underwear on I'm letting the rest of my body air dry. We argue where to eat supper. They want me to eat in the dinning hall with them, but I'm thinking I'll get embarrassed if someone notices I don't have a meal ticket. I do not need that, so we decide to eat at Bertuccie's. That restaurant is basically right across the street from the chapel at the far end of the campus so theoretically we could walk. Having the Jeep however, we don't need to resort to that extreme measure. We'll drive there like civilized people. We get dressed with me trying to talk the boys into coming to the mixer tonight. They're not sure because they don't know what it entails and like all of us they're afraid to make asses of ourselves doing something for the first time. I was at two mixers last year and they're nothing special. The dorm parties are wilder, actually out of control at times. The mixers, especially being held by a fraternity at the Knight's Of Columbus, will have some Knights around protecting their shit. Dorm parties there's no one protecting anything. It's a free for all. The objective of college students at all parties is usually to get drunk and find somebody to fuck.

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

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