Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 41

by Donny Mumford

I'm in bed next to Robby on this Saturday night following a very eventful day for me. As I expected Robby crashes as soon as we get in bed. He falls right off to sleep, but in a good mood and it makes me happy when he's happy. I don't shine if he don't shine, and all that sort of thing. I'm staring at him feeling lucky to have such a sexy and good-looking boyfriend. We'll both have hangovers in the morning unfortunately, that's the price that must be paid for overdoing the beer consumption tonight. I guess it's worth it though considering the good time everyone had. Everyone except Ryan that is. What Marty did to Ryan was both sexually scintillating to a submissive person like myself, and disgusting at the same time. My dick got aroused at the dominance of Marty and the submissiveness of Ryan, while my brain mostly felt sympathy for Ryan and hatred for that fuckwad roommate of his. Obviously something needs be done about the way Marty is controlling Ryan's life. I mean, the situation won't get better on it's own and in fact it's pretty much guaranteed to get more perverted. And that's especially true if Marty sees he can get away with parading Ryan around in public on a leash wearing pajamas. If he feels free to treat Ryan like that in public, what might he be doing to him behind closed doors? Maybe doing things to Ryan I can't even imagine. Ryan's already told me Marty gives him an enema before fucking him, so what other nefarious things is this Marty Gilmore person capable of doing? I don't expect to see Ryan tomorrow at all, but Monday morning before first class I'm going to begin deprogramming him to free him of yet another hideous dominant sex partner... free Ryan from his latest mistake. He

looked so helplessly pathetic last night. Not that I've figure out how I'm going to remedy the situation yet, and then I fall asleep before gaining enlightenment in that regard.

Next thing I know I'm checking my wristwatch and it's already eleven o'clock Sunday morning. Robby's still sleeping and I've got the expected headachy hangover, although I've had worse ones than this. Sticking to beer last night was smart of me. Finishing off the night with shots of whiskey is not smart, but one of the problems with drinking alcoholic beverages is the more you drink the stupider you get and doing something like drinking shots of whiskey seems like a good idea. Anyway, last night I didn't do shots, so good for me although that's mostly attributable to my inability to get my mitts on any. The bartenders were strict about not selling hard liquor to underage college students and thank God for that. Before the mixer the three-way sex-a-thon with Dougie and Jamie was sexy hot and very enjoyable... so was the hot fuck with Tracy late last night. Unfortunately seeing Ryan on a leash was not enjoyable and that's the last impression I had of yesterday when I fell asleep. I probably dreamt about it too although luckily I can't remember my dreams now. The dream has to be happening in my head when I wake up in order for me to remember it and that didn't happen.

I fall back to sleep and now Robby's awake and asking me something. I'm like, "Um, what's that, Rob?" He says, "Look," so I open my eyes and see he's holding out three Tylenol tablets and a big glass of orange juice. Muttering, "Thanks," I sit up and take the Tylenol drinking half the OJ with the pills. "How do you feel, Dylan?" He's grinning so I ask, "How do you feel?" and he says, "Not too bad. Do you want some breakfast? Chubby's cooking in the kitchen." I nod my head, "Yeah, that sounds good," and I slide out of bed thinking, 'Piss! I need to take a piss immediately!' After taking care of all my bathroom necessities and putting on a long sleeved tee-shirt and sweat pants, I stagger out of the bedroom to join my brother and my boyfriend for a big breakfast. Not much conversation, but after eating I'm feeling partially okay. The three of us nurse varying degrees of hangovers all day, never leaving the apartment. We loaf around dozing off or talking quietly, laughing at some of the things that happened last night. We've got the PATS game on TV and watch as they beat the New York Jets again, which is always a good thing. It's not until we're eating a spaghetti dinner around seven o'clock Sunday night that I feel well enough to bring up the subject of Ryan. Neither Robby nor Chubby saw Ryan in his embarrassing condition last night. If they'd seen him they would have mentioned it by now. Surprisingly most of the five hundred people at the mixer didn't see Ryan's doggy act. I describe the bizarre scene as were eating and the looks of astonishment on my roommates faces is almost comical. They can't believe behavior like that can happen among normal guys like us. Sure, they're aware that kind of bizarre behavior exist somewhere with fucked-up people, but theoretically not with people Robby and Chubby would ever come in contact with, or so they thought. I've never confided in either of them the details of my more bizarre personal experiences. The shocker for them is that it happened last night at the mixer by guys they personally know, consequently at first they think I'm bullshitting them or at least grossly exaggerating the situation. Then when they do believe me, rage is their immediate emotion. Robby yelling, "We're going over there right now and kick the livin' shit out of that bastard, Marty."

That's the first reaction, and then one of incredulousness takes the place of rage. How could Ryan, or anyone, allow themselves willingly to be a part of something as fucked-up as that? Chubby's like, "What the fuck is wrong with him? Is he sick? Or what exactly is his problem?" That sort of thinking, and finally some rational thought. What's the best way to deal with this? A way that won't fuck-up Ryan while we're fucking up Marty. Going to college authorities, like the dean or the campus police, would get Ryan in as much trouble as Marty. Punching out Marty, while a delicious idea, doesn't solve the problem because Marty and Ryan are roommates. If we beat up Marty, what's to prevent him from retaliating by doing worse to Ryan. Then we beat Marty up harder and he retaliates on Ryan harder, and so forth. A no win situation. We need to get Ryan to change roommates and get away from Marty's control before pounding on Marty's ass. And another big concern is we assume there's gotta be cellphone pictures of Ryan on a leash. I'd have to imagine pictures were taken last night by numerous people. Pictures that are probably already uploaded to various places on the Internet. Chubby goes, "Wait a minute! That must be what the president of the fraternity, or whatever he's called, was talking about. Ryan's picture. Didn't you hear the announcement?" I shake my head, 'no' and Robby says, "What time was this announcement made?" Chubby goes, "I don't know. Um, it was some time after midnight. This asshole pin head took the DJ's mike and told everyone not to mention the fraternity or Merrimack college with any pictures posted on the Internet. Then he gave a bunch of reason how everybody could get in trouble and blab blab blab. I wasn't paying much attention, but he must have been at least partially referring to Ryan's picture." Robby goes, "We left before twelve, so I didn't hear the announcement. Hey, I though it was over at twelve." Chubby goes, "Nah, they kept it going till one o'clock."

I say, "Okay, but do you really think no one will mention Merrimack? How about people like Robby and me who left early and didn't hear the announcement? That could be a big problem. Anyway, I still somehow need to convince Ryan to break off his relationship with that sick prick, Marty. Plus get Ryan to change dorm rooms. I know a good candidate for Ryan to room with. After that's accomplished we'll extract revenge on Marty, but we'll need to do it without Marty knowing who's kicking the shit out of him. Maybe a pillow case over his head before the aforementioned ass whipping." Robby says, "He'll be pretty sure it's us anyway, he knows Ryan's our friend." Chubby says, "Yeah, but being pretty sure and proving it are two totally separate things. If we do it silently and without telling him why he's getting the shit kicked out of him, then he won't be able to use voice recognition when he goes crying to the campus police." Robby's nodding, then goes, "The hardest part will be convincing Ryan to end his relationship with the sadist. Do you think you can do that, Dylan?" I shrug, "Won't know until I talk to him. We all might need to talk to him, but there's still the problem of the pictures being posted on line mentioning the college?"

We all think about that for a minute. Chubby's like, "That might fuck-up both of them. Get 'em thrown out of college maybe. Merrimack won't likely be too happy about being made to look like a college where this kind of thing goes on. No college would." I say, "Maybe they'll accept the bullshit story it was a hazing or initiation for a fraternity and give them a slap on the wrist." Robby goes, "No way! Hazing on sports teams and frat initiations are banned. They still go on, but it only becomes a problem for those involved if the college authorities know about it. Behind closed doors without anyone complaining is one thing, but blaring it all over the Internet with pictures throws it in their faces. What asshole's those two were! Didn't Marty think about the consequences?" Chubby says, "Let's check the Internet right now." All of us go on line and we find pictures alright, but it appears Marty did think about the consequences because there's no mention of Merrimack anywhere. The pictures could have been taken at any college in the country, or for that matter it doesn't even need to be a college mixer." It could be a gag that a couple of guys staged just for the pictures. It could be anything. Robby looks up from his laptop, asking, "Do you suppose Marty and those other asshole's emphasized that fact to all the students that saw them? You said it was confined to that one corner of the room, right, Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, but they had to walk though the whole crowded room to get there and then walk back out. They couldn't have warned everyone not to mention Merrimack." Chubby goes, "How else can you explain none of the picture's caption include where the picture was taken? And how about these pictures of Ryan? Do you even recognize him? He wearing those ridiculously big sunglasses and his face is contorted because his head's at an unnatural angle from that big fuck of a collar pushing his head up awkwardly. Shit, he looks very uncomfortable, not to mention pathetic. Don'cha think? It'd actually be kinda funny if it wasn't someone I like." Chubby's staring at his laptop, then he mumbles, 'What the fuck is the collar and leash suppose to mean anyway?"

I'm not going to try explaining sub/dom behavior or BDSM shit now. I go, "Who cares, the important thing is there's luckily no mention of Merrimack. That surprises the shit out of me, but there it is. I know it's Ryan in these pictures because I saw him there in person, but I probably wouldn't know it was him if I was just surfing Facebook, so how the hell will anyone else recognize him from this picture?" Chubby closes his laptop, mumbling, "And only partial pictures of his roommate too. It had to be they asked everybody not to include him, Marty whats-his-name, in the pictures." I say, "It's Gilmore. Marty Gilmore." Robby closes his laptop, "You're right, Dylan, it's a miracle not one student disregarded the warning about Merrimack. You'd think they'd be a couple of asshole's that would want to see these guys get in trouble. Freaky fucking luck, that's what it was." Chubby goes, "Okay, now it'll depend on whether Ryan will listen to reason before we can get involved. You're up first with that, Dylan. There's nothing we can do today though. And I can't believe I missed what was going on." I shrug, "There were five hundred people there and Ryan's doggy act lasted a half hour at most." We're all shaking our heads at the stupidity, but like Chubby said, we can't do anything about it today. Me and my roommates stay in the apartment Sunday night too. More loafing around watching, now watching the first half of the Sunday Night NFL game and occasionally kicking around an idea about what to so about Ryan's situation. When all is said and done it comes down to first getting Ryan to agree to terminate his relationship with Gilmore.

We all go to bed early, but Robby and I don't get to sleep until almost midnight. We find ourselves sliding into an especially wonderful lovers sexual

encounter. It all started normally enough, then seemed to grow and grow beginning with a long period of foreplay as a buildup to the sexual act. Our foreplay developed intensity quickly which allowed me to put the Ryan mess out of my mind completely. Then it was all about Robby and me. On certain random occasions, totally unexpectedly, we both feel not only love for each other, but a 'need' for each other. Need, and then the love and sex to fulfill the need. Also feelings of mutual appreciation for one another knowing unequivocally we can always depend on the other for friendship, love, and sex. It's rather mysterious occasions like this that our foreplay and our sex seemingly reaches a higher level of consciousness as if some form of cosmic energy is advancing us many levels above the norm until it's as if we've formed our own private universe. Perhaps there's an energetic force pushing us to new levels of awareness too and we merely ride the tsunami wave of love, sex, and need forcing all other thoughts and concerns from our minds. We arrive at our private naked universe with only us on our minds. It's our private space where we hug and kiss and fuck tossing and turning on our universe that's strangely very much like a bed. Our bodies never separate and many words of love are whispered along with many sweet kisses and deep lovers kisses... candy kisses with our lips like sugar that are stuck together for long periods of time. Our eyes closed for our kisses and then they're wide open in the night as we moan, squirming together and writhing against each other's naked body dragging precum on one another while sucking tongues and licking here and there and everywhere. We both moan quietly while licking and sucking each other's cocks in a sixty-nine position for awhile, then face to face kissing while rubbing our fingers in each other hair, grunting and moaning with intense sexual heat.

Then finally, "Aaaaaah," from me as Robby pushes his cock up my ass giving me goosebumps and shivers of pleasure. "Shhh," from Robby, as he withdrawals his hard boner and then slides it right back up my ass again whispering words of endearment, then again and again. I squirm on the bed with unbelievable sexual sensations swarming over me, moaning, "Ooooh, Rob, oooh," and then the subtle sounds of two young male lovers having sex together echoes in our ears along with our quiets moans of sexual pleasure "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds just barely heard as Robby's fucking me slowly, his engorged cock sliding tightly up my ass, me laying on my back holding my legs back and spread wide so my lover has full access to my body, a body that belongs to him tonight. After a few minutes of the luscious slow fucking, unexpectedly Robby humps his hips hard, driving that fat cock hard fast up my ass and a, "SLAP!" sound rings out in the room startling me. I'm looking at him through the ambient light of the night seeing his eyes are wide as he keeps his groin plastered to my butt cheeks as he's grinning down at me. He leans down and with his lips on my ear, quietly asks, "Who do you love above all others, Dylan?" I gasp, my breath catching in my throat before I can say, "Robert Dickers is who I love above all others." He licks my ear and draws his tongue across my cheek until our lips suck together and his tongue goes in my mouth and his hips slowly begin moving back and forth, deliciously fucking my ass once more. My arms are around the back of Robby's neck hugging his face to mine and we exchange saliva and do deep kisses with my rectum seemingly crawling with sexual pleasure. It sexily seems to go on for eternity... eight, nine, ten, then fifteen minutes of bliss. There's a point in time however when reality announces itself and I gasp, my eyes opening wide as enormous feeling of orgasm take control of my brain, "Oooh, oooh, Robby, fuck me, fuck me." as I squirm under him. He lifts his chest off mine, goes up on his knees, grabs hold of my hips, and humps his sex bone rhythmically, steadily, faster, and harder with each thrust, "SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP" until I squeal, Robby's hand covering my mouth, and cum spurting from my impossibly hard cock, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt. Muffled squeal, squeal, squeal, squeal at this unusual orgasm. Hot sexual sensations have me humping up off the mattress against Robby's thrusting and then his body gets stiff, a gasping whine from his lips, "Ohh, aaah, mmmm," his body shaking as he shoots creamy semen inside me, then another hard hump against my ass and a, "Oooh," from Robby as he's pouring more of his copious seed into my bowels. Then, with a quiet moan, his body relaxes and he slowly lays on me, chest to

chest. I drop my legs flat on the bed, a leg on either side of him while hugging his quivering body and kissing the side of his face as my shoulders shudder with the last spasms of orgasm skittering away into the night, the energy absorbed back into the cosmos.

We lay together breathing deeply, both sweaty and tightly against one another, my hand lazily rubbing up his back and up his neck into his longish silky blond hair. Grabbing a fistful of hair I lift his head and kiss his lips, murmuring, "I love you Rob, more than I even realized." He moans, "Thank you for saying that, and you know my love for you is absolute and forever." I nod my head and rock him gently in my arms, a little to the left and then the right, left then right, his soft cock still up my ass giving me that nice filled rectum sensation with his member pressed against my prostate. Five minutes of this and then Robby slides off me dragging his sloppy cock out of my ass and across my butt cheek leaving a wet trail in it's wake. He snuggles in tight to me whispering his question again, "Who do you love most, Dylan? Tell me again." I trace my finger tip along his narrow eyebrows staring into his eyes as they stare into mine, "It's still you, Robert Dickers, and it always will be." He snuggles against me tighter, murmuring, "I love hearing you say that, Dylan. Thanks for accommodating my insecurity." I murmur, "I'll always accommodate you, Robert." He laughs at that, then says, "I know that you haven't a doubt in the world who I love twice as much as anyone I've ever known, right?" I go, "Who would that be, Robert" and he chuckles again, then kisses the side of my face, mumbling, "Robert, my ass." We get into a silly game of whispering back and forth the reasons we love each other, making up goofy reasons the longer we whisper making us laugh. We're acting like two little kids, but compliments are always appreciating and later we get into another long luxurious make-out as we again squirm against one another panting and moaning quietly. I could do this forever with him. All I smell or taste or feel or hear or see is Robby... and that's perfection in my world. We kiss and rub our hands over each other for a long time, finally ending with another fuck that's faster, longer, and more desperate. Our climaxes happen almost simultaneously and we're gasping and grabbing at each other, both dealing with the delicious problem of overloaded sensory neurons that overwhelmed both out central nervous system as they attempt handling the supernovas of sexual sensations known as climax with our bodies shuddering together. We're both quiet after that, and with smiles on our lips drift off to a peaceful sleep in each other's arms. Yes, bliss.

Monday morning the alarm clock brings a groan from Robby and me. I take a deep breath immediately remembering and savoring our love making last night. Robby looks at me, "Do we have time, baby? I woke up with a boner that I'd like to put to good use." I grin nodding my head. He kisses my lips and rolls me onto my stomach, then, "Oooh," as his fat boner slides tightly up my ass. A grunt from Robby before fast, furious thrusting sounds, "Slapslapslapslapslap,"ring in my ears competing with sounds of my moans and Robby's grunts. Two, three minutes and my back arches as I feel a stab inside me of Robby first shot of cum against the walls of my rectum and cum gushes out from my hard cock under me wetting my stomach as I lay here shivering with sexual pleasure. Robby's thrusting slowly now, my rectum slippery with his cum and then he lays on me, the side of his face next to mine. With his lips on my ear, he says, "Nice way to start the week, baby." Then another minute of humping his cock up my ass before he roll off of me sighing. "Oh wow! I love doing that, Dylan. It went too quickly this morning though," and his hand go's, "SLAP" on my bare ass, "Time to get up!" I yelp, then grab him and hug and kiss him, "I love you, Rob." He chuckles, "Yeah, it appears so, baby. Come on let's shower together."

In the shower we shampoo each others hair, Robby's long hair so full and silky and my short spiky hair with Robby mumbling, "I love you with this buzz cut, Dylan. I don't know why, but I do. You and your twin," and it all comes back to me... Ryan's mess. Nodding my head, I say, "I don't know if you've got twin boyfriends anymore, Rob." He says, "I have faith in you, Dylan. You'll talk some sense into his head and we'll get Marty out of the picture somehow. It might take some time, but we'll do it." We kiss and fondle each others body and then wash each other. While drying ourselves, I say, "Robby, your love making last night and this morning was perfection. I loved it." He grins, "I'm doing all I can to keep us content so neither of us has to wander off the reservation too far, too often." Smelling the back of my hand, I say, "This may sound like me rationalizing again, but when I wander off the reservation it just underscores how much better it is with you than anyone else." He smiles, "Hey, we're moving in the right direction then, wouldn't you say?" I go, "Uh huh, fer sure, boss."

Dressed and ready for the day I carry my backpack into the living room as Chubby's doing the same. He gives me that special smile that's only for me, we kiss on the lip, and say, "G'morning, bro." Coffees for all of us and then a morning cigarette freezing our asses off on the balcony while rehashing the Ryan situation. Chubby says, "I checked online this morning and no new postings. It's, mums the word for all dozen or so pictures I found." We're all amazed again that not one person mentions the college or specifically where the pictures were taken. Down the steps we go and we're off in separate cars to begin a new week of our Sophomore year. During the short ride to campus I start feeling nervous about confronting Ryan. Then I'm worried he won't even show up this morning, and if he does what kind of fucked-up condition will he be in? Nerve racking. While parking the pickup, Robby asks, "Do you have a plan for approaching the topic with Ryan?" I say, "Not really. I'm going to see how he is first. If he even shows up. He must be humiliated to tears so I don't want to come on too strong at first. Fuck, he's likely to tell me to mind my own business anyway." We walk towards our first class, "He won't do that, Dylan, he adores you." I go, "Not really. He's been moody all year. Sometimes he's in great spirits and the next day he's down in the dumps again." Robby says, "It's his roommate. You were right about him. He fooled me though." I say, "His roommate, plus last summer which was a miserable one for Ryan. He brings these trouble on himself of course, that's the real problem."

As we walk towards our first class I see Ryan sitting on the steps of the lecture hall. He looks okay from here. When we get closer he sees us and waves with a big grin on his face. He's looking happy. Then he pick up his backpack and comes to meet us. He gives Robby a quick hug, then me, saying, "Hiya, twin. You're looking cute as ever." I gulp, "Hi Ryan, Um, how ya doing?" It's cold enough that we see our breath. Fucking New England winters. He puts his arm around my arm as we walk, saying, "I feel good. Did you see my pictures on Facebook? Ha ha, wild, huh? I'd be a celebrity except no one recognizes me." Robby's frowning, "Celebrity? You're glad pictures of you, looking like you did last night, are online?" We're going up the steps as he says, "Well, it's kinda embarrassing, sure, but I don't remember a thing about it. I was so fucking stoned. That wise ass roommate of mine got me so

fucking high I didn't know shit. Ha ha." Robby and I exchange glances as we go down to our seats in front. I hate being in the front of classes, but Robby insists. I always go in the row first, then Robby and then Ryan sits on Robby's left. Before I go to my seat, I quietly ask Ryan, "Aren't you worried word will get out, I mean to the dean or something. You could get thrown out of college." He goes, "Get outta here! Don't get all dramatic on me, Dylan. It was some college hijinks. Happens all the time." A big grin from him, "I just wish I was aware of what the fuck was going on, ya know. Ha ha." Robby says, "Ya better sit down, Dylan, our lovely professor's waiting for us to be seated." I stare at Ryan, and he goes, "What?" Shaking my head I go to my seat and sit, thinking, 'What the fuck?'

Ryan's reaction to his public display of humiliation is so unexpected it's, it's, I don't know what it is. I'm racking my brain trying to understand. Okay, it's a definite plus he doesn't appear hurt, as in beat up. I take that to mean maybe fuckwad doesn't know about Ryan and me fucking. I was feeling bad figuring I was partially responsible for Ryan being in that situation Saturday night. I'd feel really bad if I was responsible for Ryan being mocked and led around on a leash looking like a zombie. I thought it was fuckwad's punishment for Ryan fucking me. Now I don't think it was. So it's a plus he wasn't hurt, but the negative part is Ryan thinking his humiliation is something cool, something he basically bragged about... 'Dylan, did you see my picture all over Facebook?' Jesus! He's not that clueless, so there's gotta be something else at work here and the fuckwad's behind it. Hmmm, or am I just jealous? No, not just jealous, although I am jealous that Ryan's so deeply involved with his roommate. There's more to it though. Robby

and Chubby saw it the same way I did, the only way to see it is Ryan was made to be the fool, the court jester. Marty put Ryan into a position to be mocked and Ryan should be humiliated, not proud of it. So what's next... a naked Ryan with a dildo up his ass being lead around on a leash in the winter weather, perhaps. Robby taps my notebook and I go, "Huh? Oh, yeah, Rob," and start paying attention to the professor and taking notes. Glancing over at Ryan I see him diligently taking notes too, seemingly without a care in the world.

After our final class today Robby's going to be studying film with a couple teammates. He told me he and the starting infielders are going to be looking at videos of themselves batting so they can critique each other. He'll do that before lifting. Right now he's at the baseball office between our morning classes selecting the videos. Ryan and I are having a smoke on the steps shivering. He says, "I gotta start wearing a heavier coat." I'm trying to think of a way to casually get back on the topic of Saturday night and the reason Marty did that to Ryan. Sneaking up on the topic, I ask, "Um, are you lifting with us this afternoon?" He goes, "Yeah, of course." I shrug, "Oh good, I didn't know if you'd be allowed." He says, "Oh, you mean because I was grounded last week?" I nod, "Uh huh. So, um, you're not in trouble because, you know, you and me did it together Friday?" He says, "Nope, it never came up, but Dylan, oh fuck, dude, did Marty ever dominate my ass Friday night. It's a good thing I didn't go to Tracy's with you. Marty got back early and, heh heh, he was one horny dominant motherfucker Friday night. Whee! He gave my ass a couple of hard, and I mean hard fuck's. I couldn't sit down most of Saturday what with him spanking my ass and then fucking it." I make a face, like, 'That's disgusting' and Ryan says, "Don't give me that look, you'd have loved it." I say, "Fuck no! I wouldn't do anything with him. I don't know how you can stand that ass..." He says, "Don't say it, Dylan! I'm tired of you insulting him. Marty and I are really tight. He's wicked hard on me, but he knows how to treat me right too. All day Saturday he was really sweet and last night he took me out to dinner." I nod, "Huh. When'd you start in on the weed?" He goes, "Oh fuck, that was wild. Yeah, we started smoking pot back at Rex's dorm right after dinner. Holy shit, I must have had five joints in a row. Marty kept calling me a pussy, afraid to get high, so I smoked one after the other." This sucks! I go, "Oh, so you smoked five joints in a row to prove you were stupid instead of a pussy? Is that it?" He frowns at me, "What's with you today, Dylan? Don't judge me, especially when you've done the same as me yourself. It was cool and hot. I got fucked hard after the mixer too. You're just jealous." I mutter, "Go fuck

yourself. I'd never do what you did in public!" He says, "Yeah, well I was

stoned." Fuck him. Marty can do whatever he wants to him and Ryan will say it was fabulous. He's a lost cause.

I step on my cigarette butt not saying anything. Then Ryan, probably feels he over reacted, fakes being excited, saying, "Hey, Dylan, our leader's gonna be doing the film study before we lift weights. How about if you and me have a sexy time together? You want to, I'd really like to. Pleaaaase," and he's grinning, then he rubs my head, adding, "You know I can really nag when I need to." He's saying everything sweetly, trying to make up. He bumps against me still grinning, then gooses me and my dick moves in my pants. I go, "Oh, um, I thought you'd want to have Marty spank you after lifting, or whatever he does to you. Maybe give you an enema or something." He frowns again, getting serious, "Dylan, don't be like that. I'm sorry I snapped at you a minute ago. You know I love you, not Marty. He's my sex-buddy for sub/dom relief, that's all. And, well, he's my roommate too, so it's like convenient, ya know. Aren't you happy for me?" Before I can answer Robby joins us, "Hey, do you twins wanna get a hot chocolate or something in the quad?" Ryan says, "Yeah, Rob, hot chocolate sounds good. I'm freezing." Can I believe this shit? I'm not doing a very good job of deprogramming Ryan. He's deprogramming me into believing everything's swell between him and the fuckwad, and that him and me are still 'swell' too.

We all get hot chocolates from the machine. Hot water and powdered imitation chocolate mix. It taste a little bit like the real thing except it's watery and it has a weird aftertaste. But, hey, what the fuck do I expect for a

dollar? When we're sitting at a table Robby says, "Ryan, you seem awfully blasé about being led around like a dog Saturday night. It wasn't a pretty picture, dude, and could have been a big problem if the college was mentioned with any of those postings." He goes, "Tell me about it, but Marty took care of that by telling everyone around us not to mention Merrimack." I go, "If just one person ignored that and mentioned Merrimack you and your asshol.., um, your roommate would have been tossed out of college." He's nodding his head, "Yeah, and Marty was scared shitless about that when he sobered up. He apologized for putting me in danger like that. It won't happen again, he gave me his word on that. It was ballsy as hell though, wasn't it." I make a face at Ryan and Robby asks, "What the fuck's wrong with you, Ryan? Ballsy? It was about the stupidest thing I can think of. What am I saying, it was the stupidest thing I've ever seen. Christ, I could never even think of something like that. It was sick actually. Who the fuck does something like that?" Ryan looks at me, like he expects me to stick up for him. I look down so Ryan looks back at Robby, and calmly tells him, "Rob, it's like BDSM shit. You know, the master/slave stuff some people are into. Marty and I play at it like a sex game, but mildly, not doing hurtful stuff." Robby says, "You think that was mild? Are you out of your fucking mind?" Ryan's pouting now, mumbling, "You don't understand. Okay, I get that. Lets talk about something else."

We drink our imitation hot chocolate in silence. Some threesome, huh? There's very little said between us until after the second class when Robby asks, "What should we do for lunch? Ya wanna get something in the quad?" I mumble, "I don't care," and Ryan just shrugs. Robby takes a deep breath, then says, "Okay, lets clear the air. Ryan, I'm sorry if I insulted you. I care about you, that's all. It's your life though, so it's not my place to butt into it, and I'm sorry I did." Ryan shrugs again, then mumbles, "That's alright, I'm fine. We're good, but I think I'll go to my room and skip lunch if it's okay with you guys." He wasn't being sarcastic when he said, 'if it's okay with you guys.' so that's good. He seems hurt that Robby and I are so disapproving of his act Saturday night. As he walks away with his head down I feel a little hypocritical for criticizing him so harshly, especially when I myself have done similar stuff. Of course I didn't do it in public which I think is a big difference, but still I was a little too critical. I say, "No, Ryan, wait! Don't go to your room. I'm sorry too. Have lunch with us, please." He turns around and I see his eyes are wet, so I go, "Come here and give your twin a hug." He tries not to smile, but half a smile breaks out as he shrugs and wanders back to give me a one arm hug, muttering, "I'm sorry for disappointing you two."

So, it's a little awkward for awhile, but by the time we're done our lunch at McDonalds everything has pretty much blown over, although I still believe he needs to get away from Marty. I'll try a different approach though because Ryan has feelings too, and I hurt those feelings. Since he knows I like being submissive during sex he thought I'd understand, even if Robby didn't, and I let him down. Coming out of McDonalds I put my arm across his shoulders and give him a hug. He looks up at me grinning and leans into me, asking, "We friends and lovers again?" I nod my head, look around, then kiss his cheek near his lips. Jesus, catching his scent close up like that my cock tightens and I need to pull at my jeans allowing my cock to rest sideways in my pants. Robby's walking around to the driver's side of the pickup as he's unlocking the doors. Ryan reaches up to open the door looking at me, saying, "You know I love you, Dylan. You're the best friend I've ever had so please don't abandon me. And really, um, if you think I need help, then help me," and he stares knowingly into my eyes. Now what the fuck am I suppose to make of that?

One more class today, Monday's the only day we have three classes. It's always good to get today over with because it's pretty much down hill from here. College is equal parts study and classes where in high school it's mos tly classes, a lot more of them then at college. As college students we're suppose to take on much more of the responsibility for learning ourselves. Less hours in classrooms, which is awesome, but that necessitates us putting in more hours studying on our own and that's where mister conscientious, Robby, comes into play. After last class he says, "How about we dedicate three hours Wednesday morning to getting ourselves up to date with assignments and study material? This semester's finals are only ten days away. We'll need to do our study group the next two Friday afternoons and Wednesday mornings. A few baseball players will be joining our study group Friday afternoons and lets make the most of the time. Okay, guys?" Ryan and I nod, rolling our eyes at each other, muttering, "Okay," but we're not thrilled about it. For one thing we don't have a class on Wednesdays and now half the day will be taken up by college related work, and Friday afternoon/nights are for

winding down, and normally it's a party night. The positive in all this is we've got three weeks off coming up right after finals. It's our winter break, formerly known in the old, more accurate times, as Christmas break.

Last class is kind of interesting and between note taking and the professors interesting presentation the time seems to fly by and then, just like that, we're done for the day. Walking out of the building Robby asks, "We're scheduled for lifting this afternoon, right Ryan?" He goes, "Yep, but I need to be somewhere at four-thirty so I'm hoping we can lift within the hour." Robby looks at his watch, saying, "Yeah, I'll stop in at the baseball complex to view some videos and meet you guys back at the apartment within the hour. You've got your Mini back, right?" Ryan goes, "Yeah, I picked it up Saturday afternoon, but it'll have to go back to the shop. They screwed up the hood latch and it flew up on Marty when he was driving the Mini on route 93. We've got it tied down so I can drive it at least." What? He lets fuckwad drive his Mini? I ask, "It must have scared the shit out of you when the hood came up, huh?" Ryan shakes his head, "I wasn't there. Marty took Rex into Boston in the Mini. The dopes had the top down too, heh heh. But Jesus! I had to listen to him yelling at me so loud I thought my cell phone would break... ha ha. So, yeah, it scared the shit out of him alright." What the fuck? He let Marty drive into Boston with that asshole Rex? Christ, I'm lucky if I get to drive it at all, and always with Ryan doing backseat driving in my ear the whole time!

Robby says, "Here, Dylan, take my backpack to the apartment. I'll see you guy's around three o'clock or so. We'll do our forty-five minutes of lifting and Ryan can make his four-thirty appointment. See ya," and off he goes, jogging away. That reminds me, "Um, Ryan, I was thinking of going with you jogging in the mornings. Get in good shape and all that. What time do you jog?" He makes a face, "Oh, that might be a problem. Um, Marty and Rex jog with me. The three of us jog three mornings a week at six o'clock sharp, six until seven. We do six miles so it's a pretty fast clip." I'm not happy about jogging with fuckwad and Rex, but I need to spend more time with Ryan if

I'm going to talk some sense into him. I go, "No, that's alright, I can try keeping up." We're walking towards Ryan's dorm now and I assume to where his Mini Cooper's parked. Ryan says, "Gee, oh man, this is so fucking awkward! I'm, ah, I'm really sorry, Dylan, but Marty wouldn't like you jogging with us." He looks at me, "Please don't get mad, but he hates you. He says you dis'ed him." I'm like, "WHAT? I didn't dis him." Ryan goes, "That's what he said. Oh and according to Marty, and I vehemently disagreed with him, he claims your're a bad influence on me and that you're jealous of him. We had an argument about that, a big argument." I'm flustered, "Ryan, I saw Marty last Friday and he was cordial to me. It didn't seem like he hates me." He goes, "Oh my God! Yeah, Friday afternoon right? He came into the dorm bullshit pissed-off. He said you're stalking me and, um, why were you sneaking around our dorm anyway?" Now I'm really pissed-off! I yell, "What a crock of shit that is. I was not sneaking around your fucking dorm! I was worried about you and I wanted to see if you were alright. Before I could knock he came out and told me you were tied up with something." Ryan laughs, "Yeah, I was. I was tied up naked with my own Velcro strips. The ones I've used on you. I was tied up every place you can think of too. It was hot! I'm telling you, Dylan, you need to suck up to Marty so we can all hang out together. We'll be Marty's submissive boys together. It'd be so sexy, and with you there it'd be perfect." I go, "I'll start sucking in with him right after I'm elected president of the U S of A." He goes, "Oh, you'd love it. Marty's a much better dom than I am to you." I ask, "So, do you do whatever he says, is that it? And if I don't suck up to him you can't be friends with me?" Ryan's like, "I'm friends with you. He doesn't tell me who I can be friends with. I'm still going to class with you, and doing lifting with you, and study groups with you... aren't I?"

We're standing at the steps to his dorm now. I ask, "That's all you're going to do with me. Can't we just hang out together when we feel like it?" He goes, "I'm working on that, Dylan." I make a 'face' and he goes, "No, really I am. I want to hang out with you, and Marty's giving me a little more leeway lately too. He just likes it when I'm with him. He says he likes to look at me, and I know, it's stupid." I mumble, "I'll say it is. Hey, didn't those retard asshole's from last summer drag you along with them wherever they went so you were handy when they felt like abusing you? What's the difference between them and your roommate?" He frowns, "I know it seems kinda like that, but Marty's nice to me too and they never were. But I have been missing you. And I'm, um, glad you miss me too." I squeeze the back of his neck, then pull him against me and get right to the point, saying, "Couldn't

you drop him, Ryan? For me? Please." He asks, "Do you love me?" I go, "You know I love you, ya nut. We've got a lot of history together, you and me. How about it?" He bites his bottom lip, then mutters, "Oh man! I hate, hate, hate saying 'no' to you, and I always have hated it." I'm like, "Then don't say 'no'." I'm smelling the back of my hand frowning at him because I can tell he's choosing fuckwad over me. Ryan reaches up pulling my hand away, saying, "Why are you always doing that?" and he pulls my hand over and rubs his nose against the back of it. He gives my hand a squeeze, then lets go of it grinning, "Oh, that's why you do it. You smell good." I say, "Let me smell the back of your hand." Ryan laughs, "No, that's too weird, plus I don't smell as good as you." I say, "To me you do." He's like, "You're not making this easy for me, are you?" I say, "Forget it. Just come on, lets get to the apartment and you can fuck me fast and hard. Whatever you like. Tie me up or spank me, whatever you want." He says, "Don't get mad, but first I gotta run upstairs and check in. Then I'll be right back, okay?" Without waiting to find out if it's 'okay' he dashes up the steps and goes inside the building. Through the glass front door I can see him running up the stairs inside now too. He's gotta check in with fuckwad... don't be late, Ryan, you might get grounded again. Oh brother!

This truly blows. I'm second fiddle to his roommate now, and in days gone by Ryan used to fawn all over me. It wouldn't be so hard to understand if Marty were cute or sexy in any way, but he isn't. He's an oaf, a dull looking oaf, and a bully. That's right up Ryan's alley apparently. I wonder why Ryan feels he needs to be punished though? Yeah, that's what his obsessive attraction to dominant types who abuse him has got to be about. Punishing himself, but for what? What's he need to be punished for? And for me the real ball buster is this unfortunate fact: the more I can't have Ryan, the more I want him. I drop Robby's backpack and light a cigarette telling myself, 'Wear gloves from now on, ya moron! It's cold out here.' I smoke half the cigarette telling myself to remember to ask Ryan why he didn't answer my texts last Friday, then remember he was all 'tied up'. I'm muttering to myself about how Ryan's 'checking-in' with his fuckwad master is taking quite awhile. Then someone rubs their hand over my head and gooses me at the same time. I whip around and see a laughing Travis, who asks, "What are you doing here, Dylan?" I'm in a pissed-off mood to begin with and now this pain in the ass. I give him a hard 'look', saying, "You're gonna need to stop goosing my ass, Travis, or we're not going to be friends." He grins cutely, saying, "I'm sorry, but you got a great ass there." I come right out and ask, "Are you gay, Travis? Coming on to me maybe?" and he laughs again, "Nooo, I'm not gay. What, did you get your hopes up?" I'm like, "Please! Don't make me barf."

He mumbles, "Jeez, I'm just kidding with you, Dylan." He's annoying me and I know part of it's me being grumpy because of Ryan. I go, "Well, whaddaya want? Why'd ya stop?" That was a little abrasive of me, but you can't embarrass or insult Travis apparently because he grins, saying, "Oh yeah. Well, I saw you at Tracy's Saturday with your cute little freshman friends, who you say you gave haircuts to, so I need a haircut and I thought I'd offer the job to you. How much do you charge?" I say, "What, you want a buzz cut?" He goes, "God forbid! No way! And no offense, buzz cuts are for kids." I shake my head, "Oh yeah, then why do so many colleges and professional athletes have buzz cuts?" He shrugs, "I didn't know they did. Don't follow sports myself. Too time consuming and it never interested me. So, what do you charge for a regular haircut like I have now?" I go, "I don't charge anything, Travis, but it just so happens I'm not taking on any new clients at this time." He laughs like that's the funniest thing he's ever heard. Then he goes, "You are so fucking cool, Dylan," and then gets serious, "Hey, I didn't see you at the mixer, what happened?" I'm like, "I was there, but so were five hundred other students." He goes, "Did you see the kid on a leash?" I'm shaking my head, mumbling, "No. A kid on a leash? Who's that?" He says, "I don't know. I didn't see him either, but I saw some pictures on Facebook. Good thing no one mentioned Merrimack or the shit would have hit the fan, huh?" I shrug, asking, "What'd the kid look like, could ya tell who it was from the picture?" He shakes his head, "Nah, his face was all screwed up from this big ass dog collar he had on, plus big sunglasses. It was pretty funny in a sicko way." Then he chuckles, "He had a buzz cut though, so maybe you're right and they are more popular than I thought."

Now Ryan comes skipping down the steps. Travis points at him, "One of your clients I assume." I'm like, "Whaddaya mean?" Ryan's standing next to us looking at Travis as Travis puts his hand on Ryan's head, saying, "Another buzz cut. Did you give it to him?" I nod, "Um, yeah very intuitive of you, but we gotta get going." Ryan says, "Who's this, Dylan?" I introduce them quickly trying to distract Travis from looking too closely at Ryan. I put an arm on Travis's shoulder, sort of turning him. He goes, "Oh, we're buddies again?" and I go, "Of course! I was busting your chops, that's all. I'd be glad to give you any kind of free haircut you want, Travis. I was only teasing you earlier. You and I go back to Framingham High fer chrissakes. Just send me a text some time and we'll work out a time." He's like, "Hey, yeah? Thanks, Dylan. I'll do that. Nice seeing you again, but I've got a class in ten minutes so I gotta run." He glances at Ryan, mumbling, "Nice to meet ya, Rory," and he's off. I say to Ryan, "Ready to go, Rory?" He grins, "Guess what? I don't need to be back at four-thirty now." He's grinning and I notice something that looks suspiciously like cum at the corner of his lips. I'm staring at it, as he asks, "Ya wanna hang out with me after we lift?" I go, "Huh?" then my arm goes across his thin shoulders and I hug him against me, "Yeah, I'd love to hang out with you," as I push his little eyeglasses up his little cute nose. He goes, "Thanks," meaning me pushing his eyeglasses up his little cute nose, although he doesn't think he has a cute little nose.

He wipes the substance off his lips, looking at me with a twinkle in his eyes like old times. Then he grabs my ass in his fist, and asks, "Do you really want me to get dominant with you? Dominate your ass?" I say, "If you want to, sure." Letting go of my butt cheek, he's like, "I'd really rather not because I hate hurting you." I go, "Whatever, Ryan, but what I want more than anything is to convince you to discontinue this relationship you have with Marty. It's my opinion you're letting him abuse you and you've had a history of doing that with others, as you know far better than me." He's probably being sarcastic when he asks, "Oh, are you going to save me from Marty like you saved that friend from his dominant 'master' in Wildwood that time?" I'm quite serious, saying, "Yeah, I am."

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

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