Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 4

by Donny Mumford

Today turned out to be a good day. It started out badly waiting in lines to register for our courses and then getting our textbooks, but things turned around and got really good after that. This afternoon Robby and me had wonderful lover's sex that had me in ecstasy. At the moment Robby, Ryan, and I

have just gotten back to the apartment after partying at Tracy's. Chubby's

somewhere on a date with Judy, the girl who came on to me yesterday, and so the bottom line is we have the apartment to ourselves for a couple of hours. We intend on having a hot little three-way sex-a-thon and surprisingly it was Robby's idea. He said this will be a good bonding move getting our threesome off on the right foot this year. We only had one three-way all last year and now we're doing a three-way the first day of our sophomore year.

Robby's the top dominant member of our threesome with Ryan being the second dominant one, that is when it's just him and me. I'm always the submissive one during sex which is exactly the way I like it, and the emphasis where Ryan's is concerned is 'during sex'. I'm not gonna be submissive to Ryan after sex even if it's just him and me doing something together without Rob. It wouldn't be right because I'm dedicated to Robby, he's my boss and no one else gets to be that. I'll need to explain this to Ryan soon, but it's only Monday and there hasn't been the right time for a conversation about that yet. As for now, all three of us had five or six cups of beer at Tracy's, which is enough to lower our inhibitions a little, but not enough to get us seriously drunk. We're all in good moods in my bedroom with Ryan and me expecting Robby to get things started.

I'm excited about a three-way because Robby's one of the three. I grin at Ryan, running my fingers through his scraggily little goatee again. Damn, that looks cool on him! Robby gets an arm around the back of Ryan's neck, and

then my neck, hugging us against himself on either side, saying, "Okay, are you twins ready to get naked?" We both do the fast head nods like a couple of nerds, making all three of us laugh. Robby says, "Well go ahead, you nuts, do it then," and we get undressed and stand naked next to each other with me feeling a little uncomfortable and Ryan blushing and appearing to be self conscious himself because three-ways aren't something that the three of us have done except one time. I can't help but gawk at Ryan's huge penis hanging down between his legs, reaching halfway down his thigh. Big nuts too, Jesus! Anyway, none of us are used to three-ways, like I said, and not just with the three of us. Rob and I at least, hardly have ever participate in three-ways, but I'm not sure about Ryan. Personally I've participated in only four or five my whole life. Robby's still dressed as he looks at us grinning, "Nice bods on you guys," and he rubs his hands over Ryan's chest, muttering, "It's obvious you were lifting weights this summer." Ryan goes, "Yeah, a lot of weight lifting, curls, whatever. Those asshole's I was hanging out with in Georgia are body builders." Robby goes, "Ya look good, Ryan. Damn, maybe I should do a little more lifting." He glances at me, saying, "Dylan here is lucky because he has natural muscle definition even without working out." I mutter, "You've got the hot body, Rob, not me. Hell, it's better than mine, and so is Ryan's. I'm the one who should do some lifting."

He thinks about that for a second, then says, "Okay, maybe we'll get some weights and lift together. Yeah, we'll definitely do that." Ryan and I nod our heads, and Robby says, "I should get undressed too I guess. I'm not actually sure how this three-way should begin, but I'm pretty much turned-on from just looking at you two standing there naked. There's nothing sexier than a taut and tuned young male body, and you twins both have that for sure. Okay, how about this, um, maybe it's weird, but I'd kinda like, um, to see how you guys make out, ha ha. Is that okay? I mean, do you think that's appropriate as a start to our three-way?" Ryan says, "If it's not, it should be, and anyway you're the boss, Rob." I don't know about Ryan, but I'm gonna feel really awkward making out with Ryan in front of Robby. Naturally I don't say that, instead I'll let Ryan take the lead and I'll follow it. Something about this scenario we're playing out is fucking with my head. I feel funny with a weird sensation in my stomach. Ryan stares at me confidently so I stare back at him adjusting my junk, and looking forward to feeling his soft whiskers against my face, then Ryan deliberately cups my balls and lifts them like he's examining them. God, he's sexy. Pulling on my scrotum a little he's looking me in the eyes again sort of challenging me, but to what? I bite on my bottom lip nervously and smell the back of my hand as this strange sensation drifts in making me think of all the past times Ryan has been so sweetly dominant and the many delicious submissive moods he's created for me in the past. I almost feel like we're floating already and then Ryan gets my full attention squeezing my nuts a little, and my eyes go back to his. He puts his other hand behind my neck pulling my head slowly down to his level as I gulp and marvel at this strange feeling I'm having. Ryan's confidence gets me hot as he rubs my nose with his little nose, fogging-up his glasses. He's still staring into my eyes with that penetrating hypnotic way he has and it's kinda dreamily spooky. He gives my balls a tight squeeze now making me wince and lean into him, and then his lips cover mine and he kisses me pushing his tongue past my teeth. My arms go around his neck seemingly on their own as we suck each other's lips and move our tongues together. Another hard squeeze on my nuts and I groan leaning fully against Ryan now, feeling myself slip totally under his control. My cock firms up as a moan slips past my lips, "Mmmm," and now I'm limp against him feeling a strong sense of submissiveness completely overtake my brain. Ryan's always been the most amazing make-out artist and I hug him tightly moving my face against his with his sexy little whiskers and his sexy scent giving me a harder hard-on. It's so strange. Where are we anyhow?

After a minute or so of Ryan doing deep sexual kissing and sucking on my mouth he pulls his lips off mine squeezing my balls again, nodding down at his cock this time. I know what he wants and I feel so awesomely submissive to him... he's so incredibly dominant yet he's little and cute and very youthful looking. He pushes his eyeglasses up his little pug nose with his middle finger, sternly looking at me almost like he dares me not to do what he wants. He wants me to suck his cock, of course, so I bend over slowly, he lets go of my balls sliding his hand up my stomach, chest, and across my face. I take his cock in my mouth and he murmurs, "Mmmmm, yeah, Dylan, that's real nice, good boy, suck my cock." I slurp on his cock getting it fairly hard with my cock so hard the skin's about to split. As far as I'm concerned Ryan and I are alone in some weird dimension of time and space where only sex matters. It takes all my concentration to hold back a whine of submission. Slurp, slurp, slurp on his heavy cock, then he cups under my chin bringing my head up to his level again. My lips are immediately all over his cute pouting lips with me hungrily kissing him and moving my tongue in his mouth as my cock somehow bones-up even harder. Ryan dominantly takes ownership of my nuts again squeezing them with me inhaling his scent and sloppily kissing him and rubbing my body against his. He can get me hotter than anyone, and I don't know if the reason for that is a patterned behavior from when he dominated me like no one else in the early days of our relationship or whether it's just some unknown quality about him that hits all the right buttons for me. Maybe he wants me to see that I too could fall under the spell of those perverted doms he dealt with in Georgia, or maybe he's just showing off for Rob. Our make-out goes on for a minute or two more with my hands roaming around his back and up the back of his neck to his ponytail with me moaning in deep sexual arousal wanting to absorb him into me. I can hardly get enough of Ryan at the moment as I'm drifting into a deeper daze. Then, abruptly, Ryan breaks the kiss, lets go of my balls, and steps back looking at, looking at who? Oh, it's Rob. Is Ryan looking for his approval? I'm panting and staring at Ryan until I hear Robby murmurs, "Jesus, that was unbelievably hot. What the fuck? Wow!" Glancing at Robby now I'm breathing deeply, blinking my eyes, just now remembering it's Rob who told Ryan and me to make out together and he was watching us do it. What the fuck happened to my brain? This is weird. I've got a red face plus a hard boner up against my belly and it's already wet with precum at the head. Wow, I gotta agree with Robby's assessment though, that was really hot and sexy! Doing a fake cough I try regaining a little composure, feeling disoriented. Did I drink more at Tracy's than I thought?

Ryan's giving the back of my neck little squeezes, kind of reminding me who's the dom between the two of us. I've no doubt about that during sex, so I

lean against him. He glances at me with a little grin on his lips and I take a deep breath, forcing myself not to look at him until I can catch my breath. I think Ryan's hoping for more reaction from Robby who seems truly amazed at how hot Ryan can get when he acts dominant, and I'm amazed at my reaction to him tonight too. I mean with Robby here, and with Ryan it was mostly just a four or five minute make-out with brief cock sucking, nothing elaborate or drawn out. Robby nods his head at something, maybe something he was thinking, and then he drops his shorts and underwear. Stepping out of them, he takes off his shirt and strokes his semi-hard cock absently, saying, "I can't get over how incredibly sexy you two are together. Ryan, you tapped into Dylan's submissive side way better than I ever could. I'm taking lessons from you." I should probably say something, but I'm still enjoying the leftover laziness of my submissive trance. Damn, that's a peculiar but marvelous sensation. Ryan says, "It's just that I've been in Dylan submissive position so many times in the past I can't count them all, so I remember the times someone did something that really got my attention, but in a good way. It's strange, but guys with a natural submissive bend, like me and Dylan, get the most sexual pleasure from being handled dominantly. There are many bad ways to be dominant of course, and I've experienced that bad behavior from others way more than I care to remember, but there's also good ways to be dominant."

I'm out of my trance by now, but feeling a little shaky because that was intense. Robby says, "Ryan, come here, let me try that with you. Dude, that was really unusual." Ryan gives the back of my neck a final squeeze, his eyes drift over sideways in their sockets glancing at me, and I glance down rubbing my dick and taking another deep breath as a hint of submissiveness reappeared in my head. He grins at me and I look away from his eyes as he steps over to Rob who then replicates with Ryan pretty much what Ryan did with

me. Even though it's not a very good rendition of what Ryan did, it's still good enough that three minutes later Ryan's sucking Rob's cock. Rob lifts

Ryan's head for another sloppy kiss and then Ryan docilely stands in front of Robby with a hard cock and a red face breathing deeply looking at Rob like he's the most awesome guy in the world. I'm not sure if it's an act by Ryan, or if it's real, but the big surprise to me is that I don't feel particularly jealous of either Ryan or Robby. Robby didn't appear to be the least bit jealous of Ryan or me either. It's probably because Robby and I know we'll be lovers for life sooner or later, and Ryan's just happy to be in the threesome. Last year everyone was jealous of the others, but not this year. Not so far anyway.

Staring at Ryan, who's standing docilely in front of him, Robby rubs across his lips with the back of his hand, muttering, "This is so fucking sexy and awesomely cool. It's amazing, actually." Robby looks at me, mumbling, "Maybe I'm finally understanding that sub/dom sex play you've been telling me about for three years, Dylan." Then he grinning and wiggling his finger that I should go over to him. I do that and he does the same things to me he did with Ryan. He's trying to do what Ryan did anyway, except Robby simply doesn't have the dominant nature or past experience to pull off the dominant stuff convincingly. I love him so much though I still get sexually aroused by him. He does the ball squeezing all wrong for one thing and it doesn't have nearly the same effect on me Ryan had. Still, I think Robby's incredibly sexy in his own right so my cock stays hard and it gets even harder when I take Robby's boner in my mouth and slurp off Ryan's saliva. Robby finishes with a really good sloppy kiss and then goes, "Whew, Jesus, that's sexy, Dylan. We gotta do more of this." Nah, we don't. Robby's at his best being himself, but Ryan on the other hand, yeah, he and I definitely need to explore this further when it's just the two of us. Robby's aroused as he strokes his cock with his shoulders shuddering. He goes, "Whoa, I'm aroused, guys. You two are so fucking hot!" Ryan and I exchanges grins without him having the same affect on me now, probably because he just finished being in the submissive role. Robby says, "Well, we all have boners so, Ryan, how about mounting Dylan. I guess I need to see that too, see how you guys do it. I'll probably learn something from that as well." Then he looks at me, "Is that okay, Dylan?" I nod my head real fast.

Ryan says, "Jeez, after all this sexy stimulation and foreplay I'm afraid I'll cum in thirty second, but here goes." He smacks my ass hard, saying, "Hands on your knees, please." I bend over as Ryan grips my hips, his cock head immediately at my asshole. Another loud, "SMACK!" on my ass and he pushes the head of his cock past my sphincter muscle getting a quiet groan out of me. Ryan's cock is fat and long making my cock seem small by comparison and Robby's smaller still. Robby gropes himself and I don't blame him, it's sexy watching two guys fuck, although personally I hardly ever see two other guys doing it in person. Ryan's considerately pushing his cock up my ass slowly, mumbling, "Tell me if I'm going too quickly, Dylan." I nod my head glancing up at Robby who's big blue eyes are open wide. He's wetting his lips watching Ryan, probably fascinated that Ryan's huge cock is disappearing up my ass. I'm holding my breath against the pain and then Ryan's all the way inside me and leaning against my ass. He lets out a long exhale, muttering, "Ooooooh, God, this feels good." Ryan waits a few seconds then pulls his long boner back out until the wide ridges of the helmet head gets caught at my sphincter ring distending the lips of my asshole. He waits another few seconds before driving it back up my ass, a little faster this time. He thrusts like that slowly two more times, doing everything deliberately, letting my rectum expand, and only then does he begins fucking me steadily. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," as our bodies smack against one another. I'm moaning quietly at the awesome sensations in my ass until Robby says, "Pull out, Ryan, let me get in there." Ryan reluctantly mutters, "Oh, okay, Rob," and withdraws his cock all the way leaving my anus quivering and my shoulders shuddering as I concentrate on not making an ass of myself moaning too loudly. I need to act like I've been there and done that a time or two before. Robby gives my ass a hard slap, "SMACK!" and pushes his boner up my ass. Amazingly it feels as fat as Ryan's, and even though I know it's only about half as long it still feels awesome. Robby humps his boner in my ass a half dozen times and pulls out, saying for the tenth time in ten minutes, "Holy shit, this is hot!" He looks at Ryan with a big grin on his face, then says, "You bend over too, Ryan. Get right next to Dylan, sides touching." My mind's eye forms a picture of me and Willie on our knees leaning our chests on Carl's bed while he and his sicko cousin take turns fucking us and spanking our asses. That seems like another lifetime ago, although it was one of the hottest sexual experiences I've ever had. Sex is so fucking perfect it can be done in many different ways and still be hot. Being dominated during

sex is the hottest for me of course.

Ryan and I are right next to each other, both leaning over with our hands on our knees. I hear Ryan grunt when Robby mounts him and forces his cock all the way up his ass. Ryan mutters, "Ow," and Robby goes, "Sorry if I did that too quickly, Ryan, but you guys have got me super turned-on." Ryan, murmurs, "No, it feel good, Rob." I looked back when Robby was sticking his cock up Ryan's ass and saw the whole thing, my mouth hanging open like a goof. It's impossible not to stare at that. Robby's cock went up, up, and up Ryan's ass until no more cock. Glancing up at Rob again, I mutter, "Fuck 'em

hard, Rob." Ryan turns his head to look at me, then he whispers, "Kiss me,

Dylan." His arm comes over the back of my neck pulling my face to his and, as we hear the "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of Robby's groin smacking into Ryan's buttocks, our mouths suck together with Ryan's tongue sliding around in my mouth. Ryan moans as we do our version of a French kiss, our shoulders bumping together with us swaying forward a little every time Robby slams his cock inside Ryan. My cock tightens-up further as Ryan and I do a duet of moans in deep sexual arousal.The "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds continue with Ryan going, "Mmmmm," taking his lips from mine, grunting, "Fuck me, Rob, fuck me hard." Precum drools down the shaft of my boner as I hear the slurping sound of Robby's boner pulling out of Ryan's ass, then I go, "Oooh," as Robby's sloppy cock goes up my ass and Ryan's arm goes around my neck again pulling my face tightly against his. "Slap, slap, slap," noises join long moan of sexual pleasure from Rob this time, "Aaaaah, oooh yeah." Two minutes of sucking Ryan's mouth with Robby fucking my ass and I'm on the verge of climaxing. He pulls his boner out just as my orgasm is about to violently leave my balls and then Ryan lurches forward as Robby shoves his cock up Ryan's ass again. Faster, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds now. We're not making-out now because Ryan's head is back as he grunts getting ready to blow his load, stroking his boner in a blur and then, Aaaah, oooooh," from Ryan with a long stream of cum exploding from his cock in a arch that just misses his chin and lands on the bed. Another desperate moan from Ryan as that first long cum shot is followed by four spurts of creamy spunk dropping to the floor before reaching the bed. Cum drools down Ryan's fist as his body shakes and shudders with Robby continuing to plow Ryan's ass, apparently too near climax to pull out until, "Oooh, oooh," and Robby unloads his creamy cum up Ryan's ass, some of it drooling out his asshole as Robby leans on Ryan's back humping against him. "Oooh, fuck," mutters Robby, "Oooh, God, that was hot." Some heavy breathing from Robby and then Ryan goes, "Mmmmm, nooo," when Robby's pulling his cock out of him. Two seconds later I feel Robby's wet even sloppier than before boner is going up my ass again. He groans, "Oooh, God," followed by two minute of, "Slap, slap, slap," until my back arches and I squeal embarrassingly with cum pumping from my cock shooting almost straight down onto the throw rug. "Ooooh," as more cum pumps out my throbbing boner leaving the head quivering and the slit gaping open. Robby pulls his cock out, walks backwards three steps and plops down in the desk chair stroking his cock and moaning quietly. Ryan presses his hand on the back of my head keeping me bent over. He steps behind me and his long fat boner goes up my ass. With him laying on my back, his arms holding me around my stomach, he moves his hips fucking me fast and hard, "Slap, slap, slap," for a minute or so before he pulls out with a hard "SMACK!" on my ass and then Ryan staggers over, Robby's cum drooling out his ass, until he sits his cum dripping ass on the bed. I straighten-up feeling dizzy with an overload of sexual arousal swimming around my brain. The after effects of my orgasm sizzles and then quickly fizzles away.

Standing upright I puff out my cheeks exhaling a deep breath as Ryan and I look to Robby for further instructions. He's grinning shaking his head slowly, then he says, "That was fantastic! You guys are great. Okay, lets throw some clothes on, clean up the cum, and have a cigarette. I'm spent for the moment." We nod our heads and grin back at Rob, then get dressed as Ryan and I make faces at one another, like, 'How 'bout that three-way. Hot stuff,

huh?" I'm still confused why I got so deeply submissive to Ryan in that short time we made out together with Ryan dominating the shit out of me. On the balcony Robby lights a cigarette, and says, "Dylan, grab a beer for each of us, okay?" I go, "Sure, Rob," and go inside to get three cans of Bud from the refrigerator. When I come out I see Robby hugging Ryan around the neck, saying, "Great to have you back with us, Ryan. I think this is gonna work out much better than last spring, don't you?" Ryan leans against Robby hugging around his waist with one arm, mumbling, "Sure thing, Rob. Plus, this is so much better than my summer experiences you wouldn't believe, you and Dylan are life savers for me." Robby gives him a kiss on the side of his forehead, muttering, "Just so you remember it's just buddy sex where you're concerned, Ryan. That's no put down, but Dylan and I are in love for life, right, Dylan? I hand them each a can of beer realizing I'm not jealous now that Robby said that. I go, "No truer words were ever spoken, boss." I probably should be jealous of both of them for different reasons, but I'm not feeling it. Maybe that's because I know in our three-way sex situation they're both into me too, it's equal in that regard, and Robby just said the most important part. It's buddy sex with Ryan, nothing more or less. I mean,

of course, Robby and I are in love, and that's a whole other thing and it has little to do with this sex play. Also, during the three-way Rob's in charge with Ryan and me being pretty much equal so there's no reason for me to be jealous. How mature is that?! Ha ha, I surprise myself occasionally. Ryan says, "Thanks, you guys, you can't imagine how awesome this is to me after what I went through the past couple of months." Then he gives us both a sweet smile. I rub his goatee and he chuckles, saying, "Sexy, huh?" I go, "Yep! I think so." Damn, I'm glad we're all getting along, and right from the start too. I say, "Rob, how about cutting Ryan's hair tonight so we're all pretty much the same? I'd like to see you cutting his ponytail off." He says, "Nah, not tonight. I'll get it next week sometime." Ryan reaches back and tugs on his ponytail, muttering, "Whenever you say, Rob." Robby nods at that, then says, "Maybe I'm crazy, but I'd like to have sex with you two again right now out here on the balcony. Do we dare?" Ryan and I look startled, then Robby laughs, "Jeez, you didn't think I was serious did you?"

We smoke and drink our beers telling each other our thoughts about our three-way experience and mention others we've had with different guys. The only other three-way I was involved with this whole year was the earlier one with Robby and Ryan. No sense in mentioning past history concerning the three-ways Dodger, Vinnie, and me have had. I was part of that once or twice, but Robby did it with the same two guys at least once too. I happened to accidentally witness it, so I know he did it with them. Damn, that shocked me at the time, but it was hot too. That was a couple of years ago which is probably why Robby didn't mention it. As far as Willie, me, Carl and Carl's cousin go, that doesn't qualify as a three-way on a couple of levels. For one thing it wasn't mutual as much as it was simply those two fucking and spanking Willie and me. Another thing is it'd be a four-way, not a three-way, and as far as I know nobody's mentioned anything about a four-way. I'll keep that experience to myself. There's such a thing as 'too much information'. Of the three of us, Ryan's had the most experience with three-ways, not all pleasant memories according to him, except for the ones we've had together. He tells us a little about them, concluding with this, "Last spring with you guys, and tonight, are the only three-ways I've ever been in that I really loved. The rest I would have done without if I had a choice, which I didn't." Robby and I nod our heads agreeing with Ryan and feeling bad for him too. Together we hug him and give him a kiss, muttering, "That's over with now, better days ahead." He says, "Yeah, as long as I stay hooked-up with you guys, I'm okay. That's why I sorta was nagging you, Rob. About reinstating our threesome, I mean." I feel bad for Ryan and I think I'm beginning to understand why he was sucking in with Robby emailing and texting him this summer about restarting our threesome. He thought I'd forgotten about him for one thing, and that made Robby the important part of a potential threesome. He knew Robby and I would be together with or without the threesome so he turned to Robby for fear of being left out altogether. The important thing is it's worked out fine and here we are having sexy fun. Maybe the best thing about this new threesome is that Ryan and I discovered we still having the hot's for each other. It's almost the way we used to be between us. Robby and I having the hot's for each other is a given. Another good aspect of our threesome is the way Robby's much more comfortable being the boss now, so that's a big factor in our success as well. Most threesomes I wouldn't imagine could pull this off the way we can, but successful threesomes aren't unheard of either, and that's true even among heterosexuals. It's not common, of course, but not unheard of. I checked it out on Google.

We goof around on the balcony smoking and drinking until Robby tells Ryan and me to make-out again. I'm feeling much more comfortable about things by now and have no problem accommodating Robby's order. I'm kind of anxious to see if Ryan has the same affect on me he had earlier. He doesn't though, although it's hot. This time Ryan doesn't grab my balls, just uses his unparalleled kissing and tongue technique while pushing a finger at my asshole and massaging my buttocks. That get me squirming in his arms moaning with renewed sexual arousal, but without the submissive trance. Maybe that was a weird onetime only experience and it'll never happen again quite like it happened tonight. Robby joins in and it's now a three-way kissing and ass goosing orgy until we're all panting with Robby gasping, "Inside, lets get our clothes off." We all try getting though the sliding glass door at the same time which gets us caught-up in the opening, laughing. I mutter, "What, we're the three stooges now?" Then Chubby comes through the front door asking, "What's so funny?" The three of us exchange glances, like, 'Three minutes from now we'd have been naked when he came in.' I tell Chubby about the three stooges act we just had trying to come in off the balcony at the same time. He asks, "Why were you all in such a hurry?" Ryan and I exchange 'Oops' glances and Robby says, "To get another beer, why else?" Chubby says, "That explains it, say no more. I'll join you.' We all walk towards the refrigerator with Chubby saying, "What a first date I just had. I'd tell you boys about it, but I don't kiss and tell... wink, wink." I say, "Good for you Chubby." He opens the refrigerator, mumbling, "We're going through this case of beer like we're, well, like we're college students. Way to go guys." Grabbing a can I say, "My turn to buy a case of beer tomorrow. Speaking of Tracy's we were over there earlier tonight, Chub." He says, "So was I. Judy and I stopped in for a couple of brews, but we didn't see you guys." Robby asks, "What time did you get there? We left around eleven." Chubby pops the top on his can, mumbling, "I don't know, a little later than that I guess. That's where I'm coming from. Well, first I dropped off Judy and then I came right here."

On the balcony again Chubby says to me, "Judy's friend, Mary, is a funny broad, let me tell ya." I go, "I gathered that when I met her. Potty mouth though." He nods, chuckling, "Jesus, yeah, it's funny as hell hearing her spout those 'F' bombs every other word, and her boyfriend's a good guy too. I'll see how this bimbo Johnny introduced me to last night works out tomorrow, but Judy's a definite keeper." Then we all talk about today's activities at Merrimack going over stories we told each other earlier with Chubby proclaiming, "A successful first day of our Sophomore year, and here's to many more," holding out his beer. We touch cans and chug some beer. We're all a little drunk by now, Robby, Ryan, and me more so than Chubby. To prove it we all have another beer laughing and ragging on each other, then since there's only four beers left we figure it's our responsibility to drink those too. That's the trouble with getting drunk, your already shaky judgement is impaired further by the alcohol. It's college though and that's what you do in college assuming you don't take the educational part too seriously. When the beer's gone Ryan says he'll walk back to the dorm to save us the need to drive him, but Robby and I protest, "You getting squashed by a car on route 114 isn't what we're looking for, Ryan." Robby drives and I go along sitting in the middle. It's a extra careful ride to the campus with Robby driving overly cautious like you do when you've had too much to drink, but not so much you're out of your mind. At Ryan's dorm we give him exaggerated kisses goodnight and on the way back to our apartment, Robby says, "I'm horny again, Dylan. That making out on the balcony got me going again and then Chubby comes in and we stop cold turkey. That's brutal when you're all horned-up. Are you ready for some sexy messing around in bed before we go to sleep?" I grin at him, "What do you think, Rob?" Man, this has been a sexy couple of days and here's to many more.

Robby naturally finds a parking spot close to the door to our apartment building again. Where the fuck are these spots when I'm driving? Inside we see Chubby's bedroom door is closed and the light is off so we're quiet going through the apartment. The layout of our apartment is: the front door opens into the living room with the kitchen on the left. Chubby's got the smaller of the two bedrooms to the right of the living room, than his bathroom, and then our bedroom and our bathroom to the right of that. So, Chubby's bathroom is between our two bedroom adsorbing most of the sounds coming from our room, and all the sounds coming from our bathroom. Convenient layout considering my squeals during sex. We clean up in our bathroom with Robby helping me clean the dried cum off my ass and the back of my legs. He says, "No shower tonight, Dylan, we'll take showers in the morning." I go, "Okay," liking the natural way he has about giving orders lately. I keep thinking that our earlier threesome helped him feel comfortable being in charge, and then him being a supervisor all summer solidified his confidence to be in-charge. When we first started going out together as boyfriends he was much shyer than he is now and he had one-tenth the self-confidence he now has. We piss out some beer, wash our face and hands, then brush our teeth. Wearing boxer shorts we get in bed and Robby wraps me in his arms, murmuring, "I'm so happy, Dylan. Everything is finally coming together for us and you're being awesome about everything too." I say, "The turning point for me, Robby, was your proposal. I can't tell you how much I loved that. I wish we could experience that night all over again." He kisses me, then says, "And I was so nervous about doing that too. I was worried you'd laugh in my face." I go, "No way! It was, um, touching, really."

We do a long lovers kiss, then he murmurs, "I love you so much I feel stupid sometimes." I go, "Hey, I could take that the wrong way, ya know?" He chuckles, "Well, don't because it was meant in the best way." I say, "Has anyone ever asked you about our rings, the proposal rings?" He holds up his hand with the ring on it, saying, "This is a match to the friendship ring I gave you on your birthday. Your engagement ring is a diamond, it's meant symbolically as an engagement ring, I never expect you to wear it although it's a man's diamond ring. " I shrug, "Oh, that's right. Where'd I put that ring? I love being engaged to you so maybe I will wear the diamond ring some time." He traces around my lips with the pad of his finger, muttering, "You have the sexiest lips I've ever seen, and I can barely see them now, but your eyes are sexy too. You know what, I have the sexiest looking boyfriend," and he rubs my body, adding, "With the sexiest body ever." I like hearing compliment, then I remember to say, "You too, Robby." He chuckles because I'm always returning his awesome compliments that way, so I add, "Next time I'll go first and compliment you. Then you can say: You too, baby." He chuckles again, "I like complimenting you and I mean every word of it too." I say, "We're drunk," and he says, "So what? Um, would you suck my cock?" I start scrambling under the covers with him rubbing my head. Fishing his cock out through the opening in front of his boxers, I suck it into my mouth, all of it goes in until my nose is pressed against his shaved groin. His pecker's long enough that when it gets hard an inch or so of it is past my gag reflex area into my throat. It's gets hard after two minutes of licking and sucking on it. A nice fat mouthful of my boyfriend's hard penis, and he smells good too. Backing off it a little I suck on the swollen head and get precum drools as Robby does a quiet moan. "Come on up now, baby," so I pull off his boner dragging my tongue along it as I'm pulling my mouth off it, then my head pops out from under the covers and our mouths come together. I sprung a boner sucking his cock so we're both plenty hard already. I'm soon

gasping for oxygen so we break the kiss and Robby rolls me over on my stomach. I push my ass up and Robby pulls my boxer shorts down below my asshole.

Exhaling a long breath he pushes his cock's head against my asshole and slowly spreads the lips of my anus as I bite the pillow loving the feel of a cock in my ass. There's nothing that feels as good as that. He pushes his hard fat boner slowly up my ass with me whining with impatient anticipation. With his hard cock fully impaling me he lays on my back kissing the back of my head, quietly asking, "Feel good, baby?" I nod my head squeaking out, "Always, Robby, always with you. You're very special." He chuckles, then mutters, "You too, baby," and he pulls his cock back. He gets an arm on either side of me raising his chest off my back, and, moving only his hips fast, he starts fucking me hard with grunts from him every thrust. Oh God it feels good and I start thrusting my ass up at his thrusts and we keep it up for maybe five minutes before Robby lays on me again humping against me as I feel his cum pour into my bowels. I squeal lifting up as cum shoots from my cock, my body sizzling with awesome sensation. Then another two spurts of cum feeling as good as the first one with me muffling my squeals by pushing my face in Robby's pillow. He lifts up again and pile-drives my ass another two minutes with me squirming under him drooling on his pillow as sensations twirl around my ass and groin. He pulls his cock out and flops down on his stomach next to me with his arm across my back hugging me against his side. Both our bodies seem to vibrate together for a few seconds and then everything quiets down. Robby kisses the side of my face so I turn my face towards him and we kiss on the lips. "I love you, Dylan, we're going to have a fairytale life together when we're married." I nod my head, "It's a fairytale life for me now, Robby."

Another kiss and he mumbles, "Let's get to sleep now, it's late." I nestle in against him and share his pillow. We're quiet for a minute, then he quietly mutters, "I'm laying in some of your spunk." I chuckle and shortly after that we go to sleep. We like laying in each other spunk. We sleep straight through the night and I don't wake up until nine-thirty the next morning. I need to take a wicked piss from the beers I drank last night so I get right up. In the bathroom Robby's in the shower. After my piss I brush my teeth then get in the shower with him. We hug and kiss good morning. He was ready to get out when I got in, but he stays to shampoo my hair and wash me. I love being bathed. We get out of the shower with our bodies nice and clean, as Robby says, "I've got a little hangover this morning. How about you?" I shrug, "Yeah, a little one. I'll take some Tylenol. What time is our first orientation meeting?" We're getting dressed now, as Robby tells me, "Eleven o'clock and then another one at two o'clock. That's it for the day. Text your twin and make sure he's up." I do that and Ryan texts back that he'll see us at the first orientation and asks if we'll wait outside when we get there so he can hook up with us. Chubby's still sleeping when we make our coffee and take Tylenol for our minor hangovers. We try smoking a cigarette on the balcony with our coffees, but both of us dump our cigarette over the railing after two drags. "Cigarettes don't help hangovers much," mumbles Robby. We're quietly drinking our coffee until Robby grins, "How about our three-way last night, Dylan?" I go, "It was awesome, that's all, just awesome. You were really good leading the way." He says, "That reminds me of something, um, you know that me and Ryan will have one night a week for sex just the two of us. So I'm thinking it should be on a Tuesday or a Wednesday, the middle of the week to break it up. The rest of the time it's just you and me, but to be a little fairer to Ryan maybe we should have some three-ways, say every couple of weeks or so. That'll be in addition to my one night with him so he doesn't feel left out. You guys figure out your own sex schedule, probably mostly 'nooners' I'd imagine. What do you think?" I go, "I like the three-ways, brings us all closer together." Robby goes, "I was hoping it would, this is so much better than the first time we tried the threesome." I go, "Yeah, it is and you're the reason for that. You're a good leader." He mumbles, "Thanks, Dylan."

Wearing only boxer shorts Chubby staggers out to the balcony joining us, asking, "Who's got a smoke?" Robby holds out his box of Marlboro and Chubby slips one out muttering, "Thanks, Robby. Anybody know when the orientation meeting is?" I tell him, "Eleven o'clock," and he nods his head, "I'm gonna skip it. Those things are mostly for freshman and anyway they aren't mandatory." I shrug, "I'll see if they got anything new to say. If they do, I'll tell you." He says, "Thanks, bro. I'm gonna chill out around here and rest up for my date tonight. Thursday the shit hits the fan full throttle and if it's anything like last year the professors will break our balls in the early going weeding out the slackers." I say, "I sure hope to hell they don't 'cause I'd miss you something terrible." He chuckles, "When I need to I can turn it on, I do. I'm no slacker." I smirk at him thinking how cool he is. Robby says, "Lets go over to the campus now, Dylan, and see if anyone's around." Chubby's like, "What, am I chopped liver? I'm around." Robby goes, "I don't want my boyfriend hanging around a slacker." Chubby laughs, "I'm glad some of your responsible behavior is rubbing off on my brother, maybe some will rub off him to me, boss." I give Chubby a hug and a quick as a flash kiss on his lips, muttering, "Love you, bro," and follow Robby inside. He gets the keys to his pickup truck, saying, "We'll get a breakfast sandwich at McDonalds first," And that's what we do using the drive-thru window to save time. We eat the sandwiches sitting on a bench on campus enjoying the weather. It's still summer-like but with more moderate temperatures than we experienced in August.

Finishing my sandwich I'm crumbling the wrapper into a ball as a good looking guy walks by whistling. You don't see that very often, someone whistling I mean. He's got a t-shirt on that reads in big letter: I FOUND JESUS!! and in small letters underneath that it reads: 'he was behind the couch'. That strikes me funny and I point it out to Robby, who says, "So that's where he's been." We meet Ryan outside the Rogers Center where Broadway type plays and rock concerts are held. There are many other students milling around so we don't kiss hello, just do a fast hug and then go inside with Ryan saying the same thing Chubby said, "You know it's not mandatory we attend the orientation. It's basically for freshman." Rob says, "We're going just in case there's something new." Ryan smirks at me and makes a face at Robby behind his back like a little kid. He's looking cute and mischievous this morning as we walk down the aisle to get seats near the front. That's Robby for ya, I like to sit in the back. We sit down as I goose Ryan and we get to giggling. Robby says, "Change seats with me Ryan, I can't have you two sitting together goofing off through the orientation." Ryan frowns as he changes seats. Then he makes another face at me and I stifle my giggling. I hate when I get to giggling about something stupid, and then can't stop. By the time the advisors and professors take the stage the seats are full of students with a lot standing in back.

A woman explains that here at Merrimack they believe in doing well, while doing good. Oh brother! That's catchy. She says they develop leaders with a social conscience, individuals who are driven to make a difference in their community, the workplace, and in their personal lives. They strive to carry out the Augustinian values of social justice, scholarship, and, blah, blah, blah. I lean over to Robby and whisper, "Have we learned anything new yet?" He goes, "Shhhh." I stop listening and instead glance around to see if anyone looks interesting, as in a cute guy or two. The woman drones on, and when I again pay attention she's saying, "You get out of Merrimack what you put into it. Here at Merrimack we strive... and I stop listening again spotting Dougie Hamilton over at the very side of the auditorium, sitting with Jamie, his new roommate. They're both taking notes. Jesus, freshman! A man with a whistle on a chain around his neck is speaking now, obviously a coach of a Merrimack team. I didn't hear which one. He tells us, "We're big on community spirit and spirit for our sports teams. There's twenty-five sports teams and sixty clubs so you all can find.... and I stop listening again. Looking at Dougie is more interesting. I can't wait to cut his hair, but I'm not sure what style I'll do on him. Jamie's cute too so he can get a free haircut if he wants one. I wonder if those two are gay? Robby interrupts my thoughts, whispering, "There, that's something we didn't know." I look at him nodding my head ,mumbling, "Yeah, you're right again, Rob," although I didn't hear whatever it was he's referring to. Another woman gets up now and I hear, "Fraternities, sororities, performing arts, and big name music groups. Off campus... and I stop listening and instead dig at a fingernail that somehow I got dirt under. I hate dirty fingernails, disgusting. Another speaker talks about the college's motto, housing on and off campus and something else that I fadeout on. The next speaker I tune into discusses academics and student life. What to expect, blah, blah, blah.... I look at my watch and the second hand actually appears to tick a tick backwards. What the fuck? After what seems like eight hours of torture we're instructed that this afternoon we'll join students and professors in various locations depending on our major. Ours is Business Administration basically. They have fancy names for it, but that's what it is. Then, here and now, there's a question and answer session that has me ready to scream. The questions are mostly individual specific, not general information. That person needs to talk with the student advisor one on one and not keep a thousand kids captive here. When I'm ready to hit the next kid with a question over the head, Robby says, "Okay, lets get out of here." Ryan and I scramble up and we join a lot of other students walking out.

Outside I ask, "What new things did we learn?" Robby says, "You tell him, Ryan," and Ryan's face starts turning red as he mutters, "Um, ah, something about being sophomores and reconnecting with college I think she said, and, um, rebuild relationships or something. Oh yeah, the lady with the slinky dress gave us a framework for something, what the hell she say it was?" I'm trying to hold back my laughter, biting my lip and then Robby blurts out a laugh and we all start laughing. He goes, "Okay, you two were right. It was a total waste of time, but how would we know that if we didn't go?" I say, "Fuck that. Where are we going for lunch?" We decide to take a little trip down route 114 to Peabody where there's a Five Guys burger joint, supposedly the best burger ever. Chubby and I have been wanting to try one, but there's no franchise near Framingham. There's one in Peabody though which is about eight or ten miles east on route 144 from North Andover. Chubby's gonna be pissed he missed this. Then, oh my God, route 114 becomes a huge pain in the ass as we get into Peabody. Retail on both sides of route 114 for a three mile stretch and a traffic light every hundred yards. All this retail causes the heavy traffic, of course, and when we finally get near the North Shore Mall it's worse than ever. We see the Five Guys restaurant and it's naturally on route 114 west and we're driving east, so at this ridiculous six-way intersection we wait through three traffic light changes before we can make a left turn onto route 114 west. Five Guys is right at this busy intersection. Robby says, "Remind me never to think about coming here during the Christmas shopping period. If the traffic's this sucky at twelve-thirty on a Tuesday in September just imagine how horrible it'll be then with everyone trying to get to the mall." I mutter, "No, I don't want to think about that." When Robby finally gets us around and headed in the right direction he pulls into the parking lot, unfortunately going in the 'exit only' driveway. "Fuck 'em," mumbles Robby. Ryan says, "I changed my mind, lets go to the BurgerKing in North Andover." I snicker as Robby's head snaps around

looking at Ryan, then a guy blows his horn at Robby and the three of us give him the finger with Robby, red in the face screaming, "ASSHOLE!" out the

window at the guy. The car drives around us on his way out.

I can't stop giggling and Ryan catches the giggles from me. We can't stop as Robby's yelling, "I'm never fucking driving down here again. You drive next time, Dylan, and see how fucking funny it is." He finds a parking spot as my giggling calms down, and then Ryan whispers, "Asshole," to me and I start up again. Robby gets out slamming the pickup door. Ryan and I get out meekly, afraid to look at each other for fear we'll start giggling again. Inside it's crowded and we wait in line to place our orders. I've read it's best to keep it simple and order the original burger and fries. Those original burgers are the reason Five Guys is famous and all the variations they've added since then can't beat the original. Also, get regular french fries, not the Cajun ones. We all get the two pattie burger, small fries, and small soda. It's pricier than McDonalds or BurgerKing so it better be worth it. We grab a table with our drinks while we wait for the burgers and fries that are cooked to order. The hamburgers aren't frozen, they're made with high quality ground beef grilled to order and the french fries aren't frozen either. Here you can have as many and as much condiments on your food as you want, no extra charge. There's are free bowls of peanuts in their shell on each table so we crack some open and eat them waiting for our order number to be called. Robby says, "Sorry I lost my cool, guys, but that traffic sucked. I don't think I've ever been in worse traffic. Look out there, what a fucked-up intersection, eight lanes across with five connecting feeder roads, it's insane." I say, "No problem, Robby, hope the burgers live up to expectation. How 'bout the fucking nerve of that guy blowing his horn just because you were coming in the exit lane. Fuckin' idiot." Robby chuckles, muttering, "Fuck him, and the kids he had in the car with him." Ryan says, "And his wife too," and we eat peanuts carrying that theme on to include fuck his neighbors and the people he works with.

Our number gets called and Robby says, "Your turn Ryan, get that for us." Ryan goes over to the window and a smiling guy about our age says something while handing the bag of food to Ryan. Man, that guy's cute. Ryan comes over and Robby digs in the bag passing out the just grilled burgers and french fries cooked in pure peanut oil right out of the fryer. I ask Ryan, "What's the guy say to you?" He shrugs, "He's real friendly, all the help in here are friendly. Not the retards they got working in the fast food joints." I say, "You better be careful or the political correct people will have you going to sensitivity training, 'retard' isn't said any more. What'd the guy say to you, he's hot?" Ryan says, "Oh, he asked if we retards wanted ketchup?" We chuckle, then he goes, "No, he just said enjoy you burgers. He is hot though." Robby's chewing his first mouthful of a Five Guys burger. He swallows, "Oh dudes, this is awesome!" We all bite into the burgers and it's so much better than precooked fast food burgers, and these burgers look good too. Not like McDonalds where it looks like it's been in somebody's back pocket all day before it's given to you. The fries are delicious too although they're the fat cut fries. I still think the skinny fast food fries are better. These are good though. With a mouthful of burger Robby says, "I'm ordering another one," I say, "Order one for me too." Robby looks at Ryan and he goes, "I'm good, Rob. I'm getting full, but this is delicious." As Robby's ordering another burger for him and me, Ryan says, "You drive next time, Dylan, we gotta come back here." I make a face, "Look at that fucking traffic out there! Oh the hell with it, I'll drive next time." He goes, "Try going in the entrance so you don't get someone blowing their horn at you." I deadpan, "Asshole," and we start giggling again. Then I ask him, "When you getting your Mimi Cooper?" He says, "I already called my mom telling her to put that baby on the train or a truck or something, dude. I don't know what method they'll use." He's spoiled rotten, but I can't wait to get in that cool convertible.

Robby comes back muttering, "The hamburg's are awesome, but this place is too crowded, ya gotta wait for everything, and that fucking traffic!" I say, "So you're not a fan of this Five Guys?" He says, "I'd eat lunch here everyday if it were closer, hey, look at that guy who just walked in, and his buddy's cute too." Dougie Hamilton waves at me from the line he's waiting in, "Yo, Dylan, are you following me around?" Jamie says, "Hi, Dylan," and I just wave at them, then look at Robby who's staring at me. I go, "What?" and he says, "Is there a single cute guy in this state you don't know?" I chuckle, "I met him in Stop & Shop back home. He's a silly freshman." Ryan asks, "What's with that hairdo of his?" I swallow the last of my burger, and begin shoving french fries in, muttering, "I'm taking care of Dougie's hair problem for him." Robby asks, "You met him at Stop & Shop and just like that you've already got him coming over for a haircut?" I go "Well, yeah. What's wrong with that? Dougie's roommate probably will come with him too, and Jarod's gonna call for a haircut as well. Cory too and a kid, Shawn, I met last year when I was working in Stop & Shop." He asks, " Jarod? The kid we had the fight with last year?" I go, "Yep, we became friends." Robby shakes his head, "You're amazing," and our number is called so I go up and get our second burgers. As we're finishing, Robby says, "Well, you're driving, Dylan, but we gotta come back, traffic or not." We all agree and outside I smell my shirt, "Oh shit, there's a problem, Houston." Ryan asks, "What?" and I go, "Our clothes smell like fried grease." Yep, the delicious smell in there when we're eating lingers on the clothes big time and it's not too pleasant after we're full. Robby says, "I don't care, we'll throw these in the wash, we're coming again."

The drive back is much easier than the drive here. On the way Robby's hitting six or seven green lights in a row because the traffic is moving. Going east on 114 it's stop and go, mostly because of the bottleneck at the intersection Five guys is located at. As we're approaching the campus, Ryan says, "I don't have that slightly sick queasy feeling I get eating fast food sometimes. It taste good while I'm eating it, but afterward I feel a little sick, not with Five Guy burgers though." I ask Robby, "Do we have to go to the afternoon orientation?" He says, "No, we're not going, we'd stink out the place. I wanna change clothes." "It's still worth it, even with stinky clothes, Rob, the burgers are worth it." He goes, "Yeah, but have they ever heard of exhaust fans? You know, over the grease fryers." Ryan wants to get dropped off at his dorm to change clothes and go to the bathroom, then him and his roommate want to rearrange the furniture in their room. I ask, "How's your roommate this year?" He says, "I'm not sure yet, he seems alright so far." Roommates can be a problem. Robby drops Ryan off and we head for our apartment. I ask, "Whaddaya wanna do this afternoon, Robby?" He shrug, "Maybe take a nap, we haven't gotten much sleep since we got here." Hmmm, a nap, huh. Maybe I'll take one with him.

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

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