Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 42

by Donny Mumford

Ryan and me are outside his dormitory after our last class Monday. He's done his mandatory 'check in' with his roommate and from the telltale cum signs at the corners of Ryan's lips it appears sucking Marty's cock was part of the so-called 'check in' process. Now that he has the okay from Marty to lift weights with us guys, Ryan asks me if he and I might sneak in a little sexy time before the lifting this afternoon. Of course I'd like that, but I have an even more important matter on my mind at the moment. I tell him, "To be honest with you, what's mostly on my mind is your unhealthy relationship with Marty. I'm worried about you. You're letting him abuse you like others have done in the past and I'm suggesting ya might want to pump the breaks on that kind of relationship. Serious submissive relationships have never worked out for you in the past, so why do you expect it will this time?" Ryan looks at me rubbing across his mouth with the back of his hand. After a pause, he mumbles, "Oh, are you going to save me from Marty like you saved your friend from his dominant 'master' in Wildwood that time?" I'll interpret that as sarcasm, but I answer directly, "Yeah, I am. That's exactly what I'm going to do." He grins at me, "You're serious, aren't you? That's sweet, Dylan, really. How many times have I told you you're the best friend I've ever had? A hundred times maybe? Well you are and I love you, but Marty's not being especially abusive, at least not in ways I can't handle. Yes, Saturday night was reckless behavior and he's the first one to admit that. We smoked too much weed, pure and simple." Ryan's in denial so my eyes are gazing up at the sky, slowly shaking my head, clearly exasperated at his whistling past the graveyard rationalization. He pats my shoulder, quietly saying, "I'm fine, seriously. Come on, Dylan, I'll drive us to the apartment. We can get the weights out so we're ready to start when Rob gets back from watching himself on videos." We start walking as he adds, "Personally I think he's got an almost perfect swing as it is, but I guess he wants it to be even better."

I'm walking beside him without commenting on anything he says because I'm pissed off and afraid I'll say something hurtful. Words can hurt and they're

hard to take back. It's obvious to me Ryan can't see that he's going right down the path he's traveled a number of times before. He's going to let the fuckwad do the same things other dominant asshole's have done to him. They start off with some mild BDSM shit, and then the minute Ryan's used to that level, they take it up a notch, and this process is repeated again and again until Ryan's become the 'master's' sex slave, or pet poodle, or whatever. The fact is Ryan's ignoring the handwriting on the wall and it's frustrating beyond belief. Complicating matters is the jealousy factor. My criticism of the situation between those two is scuffed at as me being jealous of Ryan's interest in his roommate. Yeah, I am jealous, but that's not the point. Me being jealous, or not being jealous, doesn't change the fact Ryan's heading for yet another crash landing. I don't think he's stupid, but he is when it comes to being submissive to a dominant partner, and it's not just during sex, he's submissive to a fault. Submissive during sex and all the times in between the sex as well.

When we're inside his Mini, Ryan quietly asks, "Are you giving me the silent treatment, Dylan? Listen, I hate that I've disappointed you, but I can't change my nature. I'm addicted to dominant gay guys who treat me roughly and humiliate me at times. It gets me sexually turned-on, I readily admit it." Looking straight ahead, I mutter, "Humiliate you like that asswipe did Saturday night, is that what you mean?" and he says, "No, not like that because that could have gotten us thrown out of college. Our behavior shouldn't hurt others or ourselves. You taught me that, and Saturday night we could have hurt ourselves. It was foolish and irresponsible behavior. And I should admit that earlier today with you and Rob I was pretending Saturday night was no big deal, but that was a lie. It was a very big deal and when I saw those pictures of myself online I cried, hating on myself. And you know what my first thought was? My very first thought was: 'What will Dylan think of me?' Honest to God that was my first thought. Not what would mom and dad think if they saw those pictures, not that they will, but what you'd think." I take a deep breath, then look at him, asking, "If that's true why won't you listen to me and try making some changes in your life?" He starts the Mini's engine, mumbling, "It's not that I wouldn't like to, but it's not that easy to do." I go, "I'll help you," he mutters, "You would if you could, but I don't think you can. I don't think anybody can." I'm like, "I know someone who can help you." He looks at me, "Who?" and I point at him, "You, that's who." He goes, "Ha!" and drives us off campus onto route 114 west. What Ryan actually needs is about ten psychiatrists working with him around the clock for a couple of years to find out why he thinks he needs to be punished. That seems to be want he wants... to be punished. If he feels he deserves being abused I say, balls to that! It's less than a mile drive before he pulls into the Royal Crest Estates. That's a huge misnomer by the way, the pretentious Estates part of the name I mean; the complex is all apartments with zero estates.

Ryan parks near the back door of my apartment building with me glancing around. I'm astonished at all the available parking spots this afternoon. Of course none of them will be available the next time I'm the driver looking for a parking spot. It's mysterious how that works but I'm resigned to it by now. I've got buzzard's luck when it comes to parking spots. We're walking towards the back door, with me asking, "Do you even like your roommate?" He shrugs, "Um, ha ha, I guess I don't. I tried to, but right from the start it was awkward with Marty. I told you about it the first week we were back at college, but then about the third day he grabbed my ponytail, pulled my head back hard, and told me to suck his cock. It was a slippery slope from then on and I slid down it willingly. Now I wish I hadn't, but it was probably inevitable anyway." I punch in the code to the lock, the back door clicks open, and inside we go. Walking up the steps Ryan's telling me, "As you know, Marty and I were emailing during the summer, both looking for roommates. We both knew the other was gay and I knew before agreeing to be his roommate he was mostly the dominant type, and he knew me to be the opposite. It seemed a good roommate match at the time, although I'm not so sure now." Unlocking the apartment's front door, I ask, "Why didn't he room with that turd, Rex. They went to high school together, didn't they?" Inside I drop Robby's and my backpacks on the sofa. Ryan drops his, saying, "Yeah, they did, but they're both dominant and they were looking for gay submissive guys to be their roommates. Rex's roommate didn't work out so they changed roommates the first week. Now his roommate's not even gay, never mind submissive, so Rex spends a lot of time in our room." I ask, "Three-ways, huh?" and Ryan mumbles, "I'd rather not talk about that. I'm sorry, but it's personal and it'd only piss you off more if I tell you about it." Well, that tells me all I need to know. Ryan's obviously the submissive sex toy for both Marty and Rex. They probably take turns fucking him and humiliating him. I suppose he's twice as happy. Now I'm being sarcastic, but I keep my sarcasm to myself.

We don't take off our coats because we're going right out on the balcony for cigarettes. Ryan has to bum one off me because he has none of his own; his 'master' doesn't allowed Ryan to smoke cigarettes or have them on his person. Smoking in silence for a couple of minutes I realize I'm sort of tired of this whole Ryan/Marty drama, so I think of something else. In the meantime Ryan exhales a lot of smoke mixed with his frozen breath on this cold December day, and quietly says something I don't pick up on, "Okay, Dylan, you're probably right. I should try breaking off with Marty, but where would I go? It's too late for the housing office to be switching roommates." I'm smelling the back of my hand grinning to myself about this stupid habit I picked up from Dougie Hamilton. And why should I worry about Ryan so much when I've got some hot side-sex buddies named Dougie and Jamie, plus Tracy now too. That's basically enough side-sex to skimp by on. One thing's for damn sure though, it's smokin' hot sex in the freshman's dorm room. And I mean literally smoking hot considering all the cigarettes they smoke during sex and that industrial strength space heater pouring out heat. Plus, Tracy's hot fast fuck's are sexy and hot too. Doing it hot and heavy like that is different and, like I said, it's uber hot! Ryan says, "Dylan!" I look over, and he says, "Did you hear what I said? I said I should probably think about maybe trying to break it off with Marty." I mumble, "You should probably try to think about maybe breaking it off? That's not a very definitive statement." he goes, "Well, how can I be definitive when I won't have a place to sleep if I walk out on Marty?"

I'm looking at him still trying to get my head around this concession in Ryan's thinking. It's certainly not a very strong statement of fact, but it's a start anyway. He repeats himself, "I'd need another place to stay if I do that. Could I move in here?" I look startled, "What? Move in here? Um, you mean sleep on the couch?" He shrugs, "I don't know, probably not. Oh fuck, any move out of my dorm will get Marty royally pissed off at me and I don't know what he'd do. He has a bad temper." I ask, "Are you afraid of him?" He nods his head, "Yeah, kinda, by now I am." Putting my arm across his shoulders I give him a hug and he drops his cigarette butt on the balcony floor and steps on it; then, glancing at me from the corner of his eyes he steps around in front of me for a tight two-arms hug. I drop my butt too and hug him back. The top of his head is just below my eyes. His forehead against my nose and he's smelling awesome. His personal scent is ridiculously arousing to me. It's grown on me over the months and has been known to give me a boner at times, like right now. His scent plus the feel of his small very tight body and his scraggily beard against my cheek makes him seem very sexy to me. Actually it's surprising I still get so easily aroused by him after the ups and downs our relationship has endured this year. One of his eyeglasses feel cold against my cheek as my hand rubs up his back and into his buzz cut hair on the back of his head, I'm thinking he's such a nice little bundle to hug. I feel a wet teardrop on my face, hmmm? Ryan's always been

very emotional. I kiss his forehead, and as we stand here saying nothing I'm trying to think what to do or say next. Something encouraging.

Then I remember Freddie Holmes. How'd I forget him? Idiot! I say, "Oh, Ryan, I've got the perfect roommate for you to move in with. Don't know why it didn't occur to me instantly. That'll be no problem in that regard and, um, well I'm proud of you for finally considering getting away from that assho..., um, roommate of yours." He lets go of me wiping his eyes with the palms of his hands, mumbling, I probably don't have the balls to break off with Marty anyway. Who am I kidding?" I say, "You need motivation of some kind." We go inside and take our coats off, "What kind of motivation, Dylan? And oh man, I can't believe I'm even thinking about this." I'm like, "No, it's good you're thinking about doing something before it gets worse." He shrugs, "Sure, when I'm with you it seems possible that I might be able to break up with him, but when he's with me I know I won't have the balls to do it. That's a fact even if I kinda agree with you that I probably should end it." Well, this is a start even though he's still using the words 'maybe' and 'probably' way too often. Hmmm, but how to proceed? I go, "You needs motivation, huh. Well, is there something that you want badly enough that if you could have that special something you'd have the willpower, the fortitude to make a break from him?" He plops down in an armchair taking a deep breath, then mumbling, "Whaddaya mean?" I say, "Something you want that would make it worthwhile putting up with his tantrum when you tell him it's over." He shrugs, "I can't think of anything, unless..." I'm like, "Yes, unless what?" He shakes his head, "Never mind, that wouldn't... no, never mind. I can't think of anything, Dylan." I'm like, "You just did. What was it?" He's pushing his little eyeglasses up his cute nose, which he does even if his glasses haven't slid down his nose. It's become this cute little idiosyncrasy of his and makes me want to kiss him right on his sexy lips and tell him everything's going to be alright. It's not going to be alright though, not unless he changes the direction he's going in with Marty. Then as he looks straight ahead, he says real fast, "If you'd join me being my twin submissive boy for Marty one time, it'd be worth putting up with Marty bullshit when I tell him it's over. That's my favorite fantasy, you and me together being dominated by the same dominant person. Sharing the experience with you would elevated for me to new levels of sexiness. After that I'd tell him, with you there, it's over between him and me. It might lead to a physical fight, but with the two of us he wouldn't have a chance." Huh! Talk about an unexpected slap in the face. He sees I'm speechless, "It's just a fantasy I have, and you insisted I tell you, Dylan."

I am actually speechless for the moment, then I mutter, "Surely you jest," and still not looking at me, he mumbles, "I know, it's a terrible idea but you wanted to hear it. You helping me break away from him by doing that with Marty would be motivation enough for me to actually breakup with him for good. It's all I can think of." I say, "Think harder." He looks at me now,

"I don't seriously expect you to do it. I've mentioned this same insane fantasy to you two or three times before." I say, "Yeah you did, and I assumed it was a random fantasy, which it'll remain. I'm willing to do a lot of things for you, Ryan, but not that. Sorry." He goes, "I know and it's okay, I wouldn't expect you to do it, and even if you lost your mind and agreed to do it, Marty probably wouldn't do it anyway. He has an irrational dislike for you." I go, "I'm crushed hearing that." He goes, "Yeah well, he got pissed-off at me when I told him I loved you and that you're by far the best friend and nicest person I've ever known." I mutter, "Can't see why that would piss him off," and Ryan blurts out a laugh, mumbling, "Maybe he's overly sensitive." We both chuckle, then Ryan asks, "Anyway, now I'm at least thinking about putting an end to this thing with Marty, so maybe you will save me after all, Dylan. Um, but for now though, do we have time for quick sex?" I look at my watch, "I don't think so. Um, I'm not sure when Chubby will be coming through the front door." He goes, "You could text him. We know Rob won't be here for another twenty minutes at the earliest." Nodding my head I text Chubby and he text back that he's in class with a half hour to go, then he'll be coming straight here. I knew that already, jeez. I know his schedule, but I'm not thinking straight at the moment. And the size of the balls on Chubby! My ultra cool brother texts me in the middle of class... ha ha. Love that boy.

When I tell Ryan that Chubby won't be here for thirty-five minutes at the earliest he gets a big smile on his face, saying, "Okay then, do you wanna do it with me?" I take a deep breath, nodding my head, "You know I do, Ryan. I've never made a secret of the fact I've got the hot's for you, and I've had this thing for you almost from our first lunch together." He looks like he's going to tear up again. He sucks on his lips nodding his head, then goes, "You can't imagine how good that makes me feel, Dylan. Thank you for telling me that." I nod at him, mumbling, "Yeah, no problem," and then we're hugging again rubbing our faces together, his glasses going cockeyed. He takes them off and holds them behind him as out lips come together for one of Ryan's incomparable and indescribable hot sexy kisses. As we kiss he's kneading my butt cheeks with his free hand while humping gently against my package. A minute of this raises a hard boner in my pants that's painfully pushed it's way through the opening of my boxer shorts and the head is rubbing against the zipper of my jeans. I need to move my hips back and reach down to push my hand inside my jeans moving my boner to the side. Ryan's lips slide off mine, and with his lips against my cheek, he says, "Take it out." Said with that little touch of authority that excites me. I unzip my fly and my boner pops out. Ryan takes it in his fist like a six inch leash and pulls me towards my bedroom, saying, "Take your sweatshirt off." Taking fast tiny steps to keep up with him, I pull my sweatshirt over my head and drop it on my bedroom floor. Ryan lets go of my throbbing boner, closes and locks the door, and then unbuttoning his shirt, telling me,"The tee-shirt comes off too." Wetting my lips, I pull my tee-shirt over my head and drop it on

my sweatshirt.

"Pull your pants down," and as I do that, Ryan's pulling his down. Our bare chests and groins come together with our arms around each other and our mouths sucking and licking and kissing. His scent is swarming around in my brain as we suck lips and slide our tongues together. He's the world champion

make-out, the best I've experienced and I've made-out with a lot of guys around my age. I'm soon doing low moans of arousal as our bare chests and groins squirm together and our hands rub each other's backs, buttocks, and the back of our heads. The feel of his lips and what he does with them is so sexy I get wild with desire. I don't know what it is exactly, but it's so sexually arousing when he sucks my top lip between both his lips that it causes a drool of precum to ooze from my cock. I feel his long cock boning up tightly against my belly right next to my boner. It feels like a skin-coated wooden rod that's against me, pressed between us as we suck mouths. A precum wetness on my belly now, this time from Ryan's cock. The head of his boner is above the head of mine. Yeah, even though Ryan's shorter than me his cock extends up slightly further than mine and that plus his short scraggily beard against my hairless face creates a submissiveness in me as we continue our foreplay. It's such an awesome sensation. I grovel against his naked torso while moaning into his mouth with my eyes closed and Ryan's scent is all I can smell. His hands grip my butt cheeks and then a finger rubs over my anus before pushes in as I groan and go up on my toes, leaning into his hard little body. His finger goes in further and then another finger and they both rub my prostate. My lips slide across his cheek, through his whiskers and my head drops down, my forehead resting on his shoulder while delicious sensations of being dominated swarm around in my mind making my cock tighten up harder. In it's tightness my cock leans forward against Ryan's stomach as he continues his relentless fucking of my ass with two fingers. His fingers going in and out four or five times sliding over my prostate and then rubbing it for fifteen seconds or so as more precum drools from my cock, first wetting Ryan's belly before running down the shaft of my boner to pool on my scrotum. The side of my forehead is against the side of his chin, his soft baby whiskers tickling so sexily while I moan quietly squirming against his body.

Ryan gasps, pulls his fingers from my ass and turns me around, pushing roughly at the back of my head, muttering, "Bend the fuck over." I do and my hard boner pokes straight out from my body dripping precum. My hands rest on

my thighs, my ass held up for mounting, my knees bent slightly so my ass and Ryan's boner are at the same height. The wet head of that eight inch boner with the sweet head touches my anus making me moan and my shoulders shudder. He pushes the head in past my sphincter as my back arches and I go, "Mmmm, aaah, aah, yeaaah, Ryan." Slapping my ass a few times hard, he then wraps his arms around my belly and slowly pulls me back onto his long boner, the side of his face against my back and his buzz cut hairs on top of his head tickling the back of my neck. He's touching as much of my body as he can, the front of his legs pressing against the back of mine. He seems incredibly sexy to me. Ryan murmurs, "Nobody smells as good as you, Dylan." Sucking on my lips I'm dealing with the hurt in my rectum as that big cock of his spreads my rectum's walls as it travels up my ass, but it feels good too so the pain and pleasure are pretty much a wash. It takes awhile to slowly push eight inches of hard cock up my ass, and that last inch is really something as it's hits areas inside me rarely approached by other cocks or anything else going up there. Finally his groin is flat against my ass and his last hump against me pokes the head of his cock way up my ass and I lift up on my toes again leaning forward, "Aaaaah, Ryaaan, ooooh." On my toes with me leaning forward, only Ryan's arms around my waist are keeping me from falling on my face. I settle back down flatfooted as my rectum accepts Ryan's large member and the hurt fades away. With his body flat against me he humps against my buttocks a couple more times and a short stream of precum drools out of my cock almost like I'm pissing, and the joint sensations from my cock and rectum get my back arching again and me moaning, "Arrrr, oooh."

With his arms hugging tightly around my waist, low down near the root of my raging boner, Ryan begins moving his hips backward pulling his long cock out of my ass setting off sizzling sensations from a million nerve endings. Then a moments hesitation with the lips of my asshole pulled back a bit. His hesitation has me anxiously anticipating the feel of his large hard penis going back up my ass, and then he does it and that big boner tightly goes right back in steadily giving me shivers all over, my body shaking slightly. He tightens his hold around my waist with Ryan making noisy breathing sounds. Undoubtedly sensations from his cock are increasing and Ryan's as turned-on as I am, and then he starts fucking me hard and fast. It's an all out sprint to climax turning me into a moaning fool. I'm moaning more than usual because of the deep sexual pleasure only a big long cock can provide. It's different than smaller cocks, and add to that my affection for Ryan and his hot tight little body, his scent and his sexy facial hair, and it has me quickly dizzy with overwhelming sexual sensations exploding deliciously from millions of overactive nerve endings that I'd be happy to deal with for a very long time. Ryan's body slaps up against mine fast and hard continuously with me literally limp in his arms, his hot breath on my back and his grunts in my ears. Constant stimulation of my anus and prostate from that fast moving huge organ of Ryan's has me vibrating and shaking with intense sexual pleasure. The crescendo of climax builds way too quickly as I'm whimpering from the sexual delights I'm feeling. My cock's pointing straight down, my nuts at the top of my scrotum, orgasm just around the corner and then Ryan makes a desperate whining sound humping against my buttocks and I feel his first stream of spunk splatter against the walls of my rectum as he's shaking and gasping and raggedy exhaling, then another hump against me hugging me so tightly around the waist I can hardly breathe with more cum pouring up inside me. The delicious sloppy cum feeling inside me immediately brings on my orgasm. I try to squeal but only a wheezy sound comes out as I hump my hips arching my back, and with a red sun bursting behind my eyes cum streams out of my sizzling cock. The fast moving steam of spunk shoots straight down to splash against the floor with my body's stiff as my boner. Then another stream of fast moving cum shoots from my hard penis and it's like I can't see for a second or two. Gasping for breath my muscles contract again shooting out three small additional spurts of cum. My sizzling cock's head has me struggling in Ryan's arms and then with another gasp from me I'm limp and feeling so weak I can hardly stand. Sucking in oxygen while feeling orgasm sensations draining away only now do I realize Ryan's again driving his cock inside me, and while it feels really good, I have an urge to lie down for a minute. The surge of sensations was enormous and required a lot of energy and I'm weak now.

Ryan slows his thrusting, his arms dropping away from my stomach. Slowly we both straighten up as he pulls out his cock and it's, "Mmmm, aah, mmm," from both of us. "Holy shit, Dylan. It hasn't been very long since we did it together, last Friday night, right? But wow, it's like I've been missing your ass for months and then that climax came on me like a bat outta hell. Big fucking climax!" I turn around and sort of lean against him, my forehead on his shoulder again, "That was hot, Ryan," and I put my arm's around the back of his neck and hug him to me, then lift my head and kiss his face in a few places feeling very attracted to him and his harmless dominant fucking technique, "I've still got the hot's for you, Ryan. Damn, you turn me on and fuck good." I rub my hand through his hair, then kiss him again." He says, "Ya wanna lay on your bed a minute, I'm weak," then, "Wait a second, let me wipe your ass first. Where's some tissues?" I hand him a box and he grabs a fistful of tissues and wipes up the cum drooling out of my ass, then wipes cum off my butt cheeks. Throwing those tissues in the waste can, he holds another batch at my asshole and guides me over to the bed and we lay down on the unmade bed. Ryan's arm is under the back of my neck as we lay side by side on our backs, the tissues under my ass absorbing drooling cum. It's probably due to our sexual history together that Ryan is always in the dominant top position and me the submissive bottom. We both just naturally adopts our roles when the urge for intercourse overtakes our minds. I know he doesn't think he's being dominant, certainly not in any way that Marty is to him, but Ryan's in charge of our sex nonetheless. He's no longer dominant in a tie-me-up and spank me kind of way, he just controls our sex and gives the few necessary orders. And that's just during sex, but for anything else we do together neither of us is in charge. It's just two buds determining what we feel like doing mutually. No sub/dom involvement at all. That's a totally opposite situation from how it is with Ryan's with Marty. Fuckwad tells Ryan what they're going to do and Ryan does it without question. He even needs to have fuckwad's permission to do anything on his own, like hang out with me for example. Ryan and my relationship is nothing like the one he and Marty have... not a single thing about it is the same.

Were breathing heavily for thirty seconds or so, then he says, "We're so perfect together, Dylan, don't you think?"I say, "Oh, absolutely, Ryan. We're

perfect together except when we're fighting and arguing like cats and dogs, or when your master won't let you play with me." He laughs, "Yeah, except for then, but I was referring to our sex together." I nod my head, "Yep, there isn't much wrong with that." I turn my head to look at him, "Actually for me there isn't a single thing that isn't perfect about our sex together. It's rapturous ya might say." Ryan chuckles, "No I probably wouldn't say that 'cause I'm not sure what it means." I lean my head over to his and bite his ear, murmuring, "In this case it's another word for exceedingly good and sexually hot, and do I ever I have the hot's for you, and I mean all the time. I don't mind admitting I get green with envy thinking about what that, um, roommate of yours is doing with your body. I don't even want him looking at you. You are way too good for the likes of him." Ryan pulls his arm from behind my neck and goes up on his side, leaning on his elbow grinning down at me. "I love hearing you tell me how cute and sexy and hot I am, and how much you love my tight body and scraggily whiskers, and the way you say you have the hot's for me. You're so generous with your compliments it makes me feel special. A feeling I rarely get to experience except with you." I say, "And don't forget your lips, you also have the best lips for making out, probably on the whole fuckin' planet." Them I reach up and run my fingers through his buzz cut, "And the coolest hair too, plus your glasses are cute and they go perfectly with your cute little nose, and don't forget that baby mustache on your upper lip, it's also sexy as hell." He pats my cheek, "You're so awesome to me, but you're the cute one among us, Dylan, and we both know it. Still, I like listening to you lie to me. I love it in fact." I go, "I'm not lying, I meant every word I said. That's how I feel about you, and I don't care if others don't feel that way. It's their loss." He leans his head down and does a sweet kiss on my lips," then asks, "If it weren't for a certain boyfriend of yours, um, hypothetically do you think you and I might find ourselves as true lovers and it'd be us getting married some day?"

Huh, I never gave that possibility any more than a passing thought, and that was back when Robby was being unfair during our early threesome days. I've admitted to myself that Ryan's the only other boy I've ever loved, Robby being the number one romantic love of my life. The love I feel for Chubby is another story all together, and in a class all by himself. Looking at Ryan, I say, "Yeah, Ryan, if that's a serious question, the answer is a serious yes. If I didn't know Rob, you and me could be true lovers and we could eventually get married. I can envision that easily. Except for Rob I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be in true romantic love with other than you. As it is, I love you now anyway, but it's not the romantic love I feel for Rob." He nods his head, looking serious, "That'd be like a dream come true for me. You and me together. I'd lose my need to be a submissive dishrag for dominant asshole's altogether. Like the sex we just had, I wasn't dominant to you except to the degree I need to take charge, and only because you want me to do that, right?" I go, "Yep, absolutely. During all these months we've been together we've become totally comfortable with each other during sex, and for the record you make me feel awesome during sex." He lays back down, saying, "This is how we'd be as true romantic lovers too. I'd always make you happy, and quite often too. I'd make you feel good every time we had sex and together we'd make each other happy the rest of the time. God, that'd be wonderful. I can dream it might come true some day although, I swear, I don't wish anything bad happening between you and Rob. You guys make an absolutely gorgeous and sexy couple."

We look at each other smirking, for the moment quite pleased with ourselves and each other. Maybe this is how I can get Ryan to commit to freeing himself of the fuckwad. I'll make him want me more than whatever Marty can give

him even with his dominant shit. It's too soon to give him an ultimatum though, but I'll keep building up his self esteem until he doesn't feel he needs to be abused. Hmmm, what I'm about to ask him might break the pleasantly peaceful and happy mood Ryan and I are in, but I gotta push the issue. Get him thinking about it, so I ask him, "Ryan, do you think maybe you gravitate towards these dominant asshole who abuse and humiliate you because you think you deserve bad treatment or some kind of punishment?" He shrugs his skinny shoulders, "I don't know why I do it. It started back a couple of years ago when I was lonesome and horny for sex, but without any confidence in myself to do anything about it. I got labeled a dork in middle school, of course. Being small and wearing glasses made me easy to pick on and that 'dork' moniker stayed with me all through high school. Once you're considered a loser by the 'in' crowd it's almost impossible to be seen as anything else. Even on the baseball team I got zero respect. It's a horrible feeling, but I never told my parents because they were always worried about me to begin with. I think my dad was a dork as a kid too. He's kinda dorking now too I guess, but I love him." To keep him talking, I go, "Uh huh. You're not a dork and you never were. What else happened back then?" So he goes on, "Well, there was this other so-called nerd who was sort of friends with me. We did some stuff together and then one day a cool kid showed me some attention and before I knew what was happening I was sucking his cock, and then his friends' cocks too. They claimed to be straight, but if they were why'd two of them start fucking me regularly? They started just smacking the back of my head while they did it and the abuse escalated from there. Afraid they'd stop paying attention to me and asking me to go drinking beers with them, we drank quart bottles of beer in one of their cars, I'd put up with just about any abuse they threw my way. I was the brunt of their practical jokes and they's smack my face at the drop of a hat. As expected, when I took it they got rougher and rougher with me until it just seems natural for me to hurt all the time. And here I am today still doing it." I nod my head thinking how pathetic that is, but I don't tell him that. Instead I say, "Yeah, well you don't have that excuse anymore Ryan. You have friends who don't smack you, some of us loving friends, so why put up with being abused now?" He says, "I don't know why, Dylan. Why do you think I do it?"

Good fuckin' question. I ask, "Is it, like I said, that you feel you deserve being treated badly? Maybe because you allowed yourself to be abused in the past and now you're ashamed of it and feel you should be punished for past behavior. That's a self perpetuating line of thought right there, if it's how you feel." He goes, "I've wondered about that, Dylan. Wondered about what you just said and I don't have an answer." I'm like, "Huh. Why don't you seek some advise from a professional?" He's like, "You mean a psychiatrist?" I nod my head, "Yeah, why not?" He goes, "Oh sure, tell my rents I'm fucked-up in the head. No, I don't think so. They think I'm normal and I wouldn't hurt them or disappoint them for anything. They treat me like they're proud of me and I don't want them to know I'm nothing to be proud of." Catch twenty-two right there. He won't ask his parents for help because he wants them to be proud of him while he's not doing things they can be proud of and he doesn't want to admit it which he'd need to do to get professional help. I say, "The only way you'll feel good about yourself is by breaking old habits and stopping things you're not proud of. If you can do that it'll be something you can be proud of." Ryan goes, "That sounded a bit confusing. Anyway, I thought I was on the right track for doing just that with Rob and you, and then my dad gets promoted and we moved to Georgia. It didn't take me long to realize you and Rob were my security blanket, and without you two I drifted right back into my horny lonesome ways with familiar results." I don't know what to say to that, and before I can think of anything, he looks at me and quietly says, "Is it alright if we don't talk about this anymore now? Please." I nod my head, "Sure, Ryan, but you've got a friend in me, and you and me will get you out of this situation with Marty." He mumbles, "Okay, but not now. I want to enjoy being with you and the other regular guys, doing our lifting and just being with normal guys." Trying for a light remark, I pretend to be offended, "Normal? We're way better than normal!" and I ruffle his buzz cut hair. He does half a grin nodding his head, mumbling, "You're all pretty special if you ask me, especially you, Dylan."

We get dressed as I try to get him in a more positive frame of mind. "Ryan, do you think we can sneak in another sexy adventure later? I'd love to do that with you." He gives me another half a grin, "Yeah, I sure hope we can," then shaking his head, he goes, "You make me feel so good, Dylan. Thanks, man, really." I stop what I'm doing and slide his glasses up his little nose, then give him a sweet kiss on the lips. "You make me feel just as good, so thank you!" I get a full grin from him now, plus a little blushing on his cute face. He jokingly mumbles, "Yeah, I almost forgot, you've got the hot's for me." I go, "That's right, I do," then as I'm pulling my sweatshirt on, I say, "I've been wanting to ask you something." He says, "What is it?" and I'm like, "When the fuck am I gonna be able to add some weight to the bar? I'm still lifting the weight I started at." He takes his job as weight lifting instructor seriously. "Not yet, Dylan. I made a note in the lifting log that I'll try adding ten pounds to your lifting after the first of the year." I'm like, "That sucks! You guys have increased your weights twice already." He goes, "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you still struggle with the last few repetitions using your beginner's weight. No offense, but I don't think you're willing to put the extra effort in lifting that the rest of us do... that second and third effort. On the plus side, you do twice the repetitions that you started with, so that's progress." I put my arm across his shoulders, "Look, I have some pull with the weight lifting instructor, right?" He chuckles, "Um, yeah, a little," and I go, "Let me add at least five pounds a side to the bar so I don't get discouraged and begin thinking I'm the 'before' picture in the weight lifting magazines." He says, "Okay, but you've never looked like the 'before' picture in any magazine. You have a hot body. You're just not very strong, that's all," and he laughs, mumbling, "Sorry, but you're not." Okay, he's wrong about that, but he's back joking around and being a little bit in charge.

We put our coats on and have another cigarette on the balcony. He's smirking at me, looking upbeat and cute so I say, "Come over here, lets do a smokin' kiss." I inhale and put my lips on his, kissing him and exhaling the smoke into his mouth at the same time. The smoke from my drag drifts out his nose as our tongues slide together. "That's smokin' hot alright," Ryan says, and does it to me and we get into another make-out, holding our cigarettes away from us. Ryan's kisses bring on another boner in my pants as I'm gasping holding onto him, the side of our face sliding together as we gasp for breath doing the one arm hugs. He's facing the sliding glass door and I'm looking out on the parking lot seeing Chubby getting out of our Jeep. "My brother's coming." Ryan says, "Hold me for another minute, okay?" I kiss his lips again, "Can't wait to do it again with you, Ryan." His eyes well up as he murmurs, "Me too." A kiss on his cheek, running my fingers through his hair, then we part, take a last drag and flick our butts over the railing. Mine hits the front of the railing and bounces off Ryan's ass as he turns to go inside. I go, "Oops," and he laughs as I go to kick it off the floor, missing it. "Spaz," he mumbles, chuckling. My second kick sends the butt on it's way and we go inside. I feel good about making progress with Ryan and I'm thinking for the first time, 'this might happen'. He'll eventually move in with Freddie, then Robby, Chubby, and me will show Marty what we think about him showering abuse on our friend.

Chubby comes charging into the apartment all smiles with a whirlwind of energy all around him. He throws his backpack on the sofa with ours, as he's saying, "Ah, two of my favorite boys, give me a hug, Dylan!" We hug and he gives me a wet kiss on my cheeks, then goes, "Get over here, Ryan," and does the same to him, then puts his arm across Ryan's shoulders, saying, "We need to have a heart to heart talk my friend. These outrageous rumors of you on a leash are upsetting to me and my homies. So ya know, me and my brother might need to kick the shit out of a certain person's roommate. What do you think about that, huh?" Ryan says, "Thanks for caring, Chubby, but Dylan and I are working on a solution that hopefully will avoid violence." Chubby mutters, "There's gonna be a little violence on your roommates ass sooner or later, buddy," then he looks at me, "Ah ha, Dylan, you got started looking out for our friend already I see. I knew you would." I say, "Yeah, like Ryan said, we're working on it, although I can't say I agree with him about avoiding the violence part of the solution." Chubby's still holding onto Ryan, as he says to him, "Did I tell you about this guy in the bar that's on top of the Prudential building, you know the one that slowly rotates. The guy who was pounding beer after beer down his throat?" Ryan shakes his head, "Um, I don't think you told me, Chub. When was this?" Chubby says, "Recently. Anyway, this guy's drunk on beer and he walks outdoors to the veranda and stupidly jumps off the roof. How many floors in the Pru anyway?" Ryan says, "He jumped off the roof?" Chubby's like, "He did. Then five minutes later he gets off the elevator and starts throwing down beers again. The guy has six or eight more beers, then says, 'Fuck it,'and jumps off the roof again. Five minutes later he's getting off the elevator. A drunk guy at the bar asks him how he does that, and the drunk explains how air bubbles from lots of beers form in your body so you basically float down to the ground. It's the gravity thing, but ya gotta chug the beers to form the bubbles. The other guy guzzles beer after beer and then jumps off the roof and lands in the street below. He went, SPLAT, like dropping a watermelon off the roof." And then I beat Chubby to the punch line, "And the bartender says, 'You're a real asshole when you're drunk, Superman."

We get a good laugh although I've heard the joke before. It's good seeing Ryan laughing. Chubby says to Ryan, "Be glad you don't have a big brother stepping on your punch lines all the time." and Ryan goes, "Yeah, I was wondering how you two can be brothers and be the same age?" Chubby ruffles Ryan's buzzed hair, saying, "You're wrong there, little buddy, we're not the same age. He's two days older." Ryan goes, "Yeah, but..." and I say, "We're brothers from different mothers. Half brothers, but I told you that before." He nods his head, "So, you have the same father and you were born two days apart, right? Um, that would mean, um..." Chubby goes, "Yep, it's like a parallelogram," I laugh, "Do you even know what a parallelogram is, bro?" He goes, "Of course I do," and then to Ryan, he says, "Another way of thinking

about it is to say it was a miracle, but you probably already guessed that." Ryan's looking from me to Chubby, then he says, "Uh huh, lets get the weight's out. I don't want to know anymore about anything." As we go into my bedroom Chubby's saying, "I don't know what's confusing you, Ryan, it happens every fucking day or so. Didn't ya ever hear of twins?" Ryan laughs, "Oh, yeah, that explains it. Twins from different mothers." Chubby picks up the bar for the weights, lifting it a few times, muttering, "It could happen." He drops the bar, saying, "Get this. Me and John Beverly ran into this beaver at the quad after first class. This bitch has maroon hair, shaved on one side. Real slutty and right up John Beverly's alley so he sits down with her, but she said she's into girls. I told her it's probably for the best." I laughed out loud, but I'll bet he's telling the truth. He goes, "Not many chicks are too icky for John Beverly, but she was borderline."

We get the weights out and then set the bar with the proper weights for Chubby to do a set first. Halfway though his set Robby comes in carrying a case of beer. "Hey, guys, whassup? I bought this case from Harry Black and I'm pretty sure he was sober, if you can believe that." I go over to Robby as he puts the case on the table and gives me a kiss. Ryan's right behind me for his kiss. The three of us load the Rolling Rock bottles in the refrigerator. These are the regular twelve ounce bottles, not the ponies. Chubby drops the weight, done his first set. Ryan says, "Chubby didn't want to warm up first," and Chubby's like, "Hey, you're the dude in charge, why didn't you say something?" We do our warm up and then take turns doing sets of various weightlifting exercises. Ryan putting an extra ten pounds on my bar giving me a little grin, then announcing, "Dylan's been promoted." I don't care if I drop a nut doing it, I'm going to complete every repetitions. I do it sweating like mad and a little shaky from the extra weight, getting a pat on the back and a squeeze at the back of my neck from Ryan. When we've all completed our sets it's my turn to put the weights away. Chubby helps me and when we're done lugging everything back to the bedroom we see Robby and Ryan with their coats on having a beer and a cigarette on the balcony. It looks like Robby's giving Ryan a pep talk out there. The roommates are doing what we can to bolster Ryan after his stoned-on-weed night of humiliation. I'm hoping it'll help that Ryan see he's got friends and that there's no need for him to submit to Marty's abuse. If Marty was doing mild dominant sex, and Ryan was getting his rocks off with that, I wouldn't put my two cents in. I'd still be jealous but wouldn't feel it was any of my business. That isn't the case though. Ryan can't help himself and that's when a friend intercedes. The progress in that endeavor to help him today has far exceeded my expectations. Ryan said two important things. One, he doesn't even like Marty the fuckwad, and two, he wants to stop doing it with fuckwad, but so far he hasn't the motivation to make the move. He's afraid of what Marty will do so he's rationalizing that he can handle the abuse. So, that's not good, but it's at least good to get the idea that splitting with Marty as a possibility is in Ryan's head.

Done the weightlifting and after a beer and a smoke, Robby wants us to do the homework assignments from today's classes now. That's a bit of a pain in the ass. I prefer leaving homework until the last second, but since there isn't that much we need to do tonight, fuck it, I do it. And it's always a good feeling having that behind me instead of in front of me, but without Robby's urging me I'd still leave it until later. Chubby didn't feel the inclination to do the same, but instead drank beers and talked on his cellphone the entire hour we were doing our assignments. Us threesome guys are in the same classes so we have the same assignments, some of which we split in thirds and it takes one-third the time to complete. Afterwards I hesitantly ask Ryan, "Can you stay for dinner?" He bites his bottom lip thinking about that, then says, "Yes, of course I can. Thanks for asking." He looks nervous though. It's too stupid for words that he needs his roommate's permission to have dinner with someone. It's insane. I hope he doesn't get in trouble with fuckwad, but if he does it'll be one more nail in Marty's coffin. Even for Ryan there must be a point where enough turns into too much and he rebels. You'd think so, except if Marty breaks him down into being too submissive to rebel, then Ryan will except anything and he might be lost. That's Marty's objective of course and my objective is to prevent it from reaching that point, and like I said: today was a good start to that end.

The four of us decide on Chile tonight. Chubby takes Ryan as his wing man to buy the fixings, which are many in Chubby's and my Chile recipe developed over years of experimenting. There are only fifty million different Chile recipes and ours is just one of them. Chubby's so cool taking Ryan with him making Ryan feel he belongs. As for Robby and me we start out sitting on the couch, Robby's arm around the back of my neck. We're casually reminiscing about our sexual escapades last night and this morning when somehow we end up laying on the couch involved in a sexy make-out with me realizing Ryan isn't the only one who knows how to make-out sexy and hot. Robby's so much more aggressive and confident with his make-out technique than he used to be, and we both wind-up with hard boners by the time Ryan and Chubby bop into the apartment each carrying a plastic bag of groceries. Robby goes, "Oops," as we sit up. Chubby yells, "Get a room," and Ryan just stares for a second and then Chubby calls him, "Come on helper, unload the groceries, we gotta get started with dinner."

Everyone participated in the chili preparation. There's lots of dicing for our chili recipe. Two part diced onion to one part diced carrots and one part diced celery for the mierepoix. It gets simmering in a pot with some olive oil. To that we add green peppers diced along with diced chili peppers and jalapeño peppers. Most of the heat in chili peppers is in the white core and ribs so you need to decide how much of that to add to the pot. When the vegetables are lightly browned add crushed garlic and cook through, then remove everything and save it. More olive oil to the pot and add the meat. Four thick slices of smoked bacon cut into small pieces, equal parts hamburg and ground pork, plus a half portion of ground Italian sausage meat. Brown the meat separating it into very small pieces. Tedious job that's usually assigned to Robby because he's conscientious about getting the meat broken down into small, equal size pieces so you get a mixture on your spoon when eating it. We salt and pepper each ingredient as we go along. When the meats broken down and browned, return the vegetables to the pot and add a big can of crushed plum tomatoes, a smaller can of fire roasted dice tomatoes, two cups of low sodium chicken stock, a can of red kidney beans, and a small can of tomato paste. Mix everything together very well and add spices. Cumin, chili powder, garlic powder, smoked paprika, and sugar. We sometimes add dark chocolate too, although tonight we don't have any so I added another tablespoon or so of sugar. Stir it all again and bring to a boil, then simmer for an hour or longer, tasting and adjusting seasonings as it simmers, melding the flavors together. Chubby and I have the same taste in mind for our chili, but Robby and Ryan have different ideas about how hot, as in spicy, it should be. So, consequently there's some dispute over how much additional chili powder should be added. Compromise is needed and the spiciness is finally begrudgingly agreed upon. We'll serve the chili with shredded cheddar cheese on top of each bowl, and an iceberg and tomato salad on the side with blue cheese dressing, and lastly Chubby got a nice loaf of Italian bread with butter optional.

While the chili simmers we drink beers, watch Sports Center on ESPN, take two smoke breaks and all the while talking about a lot of things without mentioning Ryan and Marty even once. We eat at eight o'clock with the TV on watching the pre-game show for Monday night football. The four of us eat the entire big pot of chili which is too bad because it's even better reheated the next day. Then the pain in the ass of cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, but everyone chips in with appropriate amounts of bitching about the mess caused when making chili. Later, still drinking beers, Robby's on his cell phone walking around the apartment talking to his father about their new business project, the one that's still a year and a half away. Chubby's on his cellphone laughing and talking to his various girlfriends as well as commiserating with his wing man, John Beverly. Ryan and I are on the couch watching the game in silence. I'm pretty sure he's worrying about the trouble he's in for not checking with Marty about his long absence. He told me Marty never calls him. Ryan's suppose to call Marty and let him know what he's doing and with whom is he doing it. I'll find out what happens tomorrow at ten o'clock before our first class Tuesday morning.

We're not talking about that or anything else at the moment. Ryan's sitting back on the couch and I'm next to him lazily running my fingers though his hair, back and forth slowly. Even though it's a buzz cut it's still soft, not bristly now about ten days after getting it cut. Halfway through the second quarter of the game he lays his head in my lap and falls asleep. I stare at his face, still playing with his hair while springing a hard boner. My lap's become an extra firm pillow for him but he's sound asleep. We're all about half drunk, the case of beer almost gone, and I find myself dozing off at half time. Robby's off his cellphone dozing off in the armchair. Then his eyes open and he stands up, mumbling, "Lets get to bed, Dylan," then, "Oh shit. What are we gonna do about Ryan tonight?" I shrug, "Um, wake him up and send him home I guess." He says, "Maybe we can make up a bed for him on the couch for the night." I go, "Oh, his fucking roommate might get pissed at him," and Robby goes, "Get serious, ha ha, that asshole isn't Ryan's mother." He sees my expression, "What? He is his mother?" I go, "No, but Ryan sort of needs permission to, um, do stuff, or anything I think." Chubby hears me, and says, "What bullshit! Let him sleep here." I shake Ryan's shoulder, he wakes up and see the three of us looking at him so he sits up, asking, "What?" Chubby says, "Bunk here tonight, Ryan. You're tired and half drunk. We'll make a bed on the sofa or you can sleep with me if you're not afraid I'll attack you."

Ryan's rubbing his face, mumbling, "Thanks, but I better be getting get back to the dorm. What time is it anyway?" I tell him it's almost ten and he jumps up, "I'm pretty much fucked," as he takes out his cell phone and checks for messages. I ask, "Any messages?" He goes, "Three, but not from you know who. I gotta get going." Chubby shrugs, "The offer still stands, little buddy. Don't take any shit from what's-his-name either." Ryan looks at me, exhales and looks around for his backpack, saying, "Thanks for the dinner, it was awesome guys." He looks at me again, "Walk down with me, Dylan?" I go, "Sure," and we get our coats on. Ryan give a quick hugs to Robby and Chubby, muttering his thanks again, and I walk downstairs with him. He says, "Oh boy, I'm in for it now." I grab hold of his coat stopping us just inside the back door. "Ryan, you're a twenty year old sophomore in college. These are supposed to be the best most carefree fun days of our lives. You shouldn't ever be afraid of having some dinner and beers, watching a football game with some friends. Don't you see how fucked that is?" He nods his head, "Yeah, I see it's fucked up alright, but it's the spot I put myself in and frankly I'm scared what he'll do to me." I go, "Goddammit, I'll go in with you and we'll confront that asshole right now." Now Ryan's shaking his head, "No, that would make it worse. Don't worry, Dylan," and he leans over to give me a kiss on the lips before finishing his sentence, "I'll be fine, really." Putting my hand inside his unbuttoned coat on his heart I feel it beating fast. He's afraid and that's just not right. I quietly say, "This is wrong, Ryan. You need to change roommates and I already told you I have a new roommate for you." He goes, "Yeah, okay, but not now. I'll be fine. Thanks for caring about me, Dylan, I love you," and another kiss on my lips. We hug quickly then he breaks away and is out the door running to his car. I watch his Mini drive away until his taillights disappear around the corner.

Walking slowly up the steps I'm thinking again that if Marty beats him up, or grounds him, or whatever fucked-up thing he does to him, that's one step closer to reaching Ryan's breaking point. Still, I feel bad he's scared and probably scared for good reason. The fact he brought this mostly on himself is beside the point. Fuckwad is taken advantage of Ryan's weakness for dominant asshole's like himself. It's inexcusable, inappropriate, and unforgivable behavior on Marty's part clear and simple. I'll probably have a shitty night's sleep worrying about Ryan. Tomorrow I'll see the fallout, and if Marty's smart he'll take it slow and easy on Ryan, which is the move that would be most affective in keeping Ryan under his thumb. I'm betting Marty's not smart though. I'm betting he's gonna go through the roof and do something stupid that will take Ryan one step closer to seeing the light.

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

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