Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 51

by Donny Mumford

I'm laying in bed alongside a sleeping Ryan as I contemplate how weird yesterday turned out to be. Strange happenings for sure, like Marty shocking me

with his confident and forceful dominance. Ryan tried telling me how Marty is, but I had to experience it myself before believing it. Then perhaps the strangest thing about yesterday is a new sense that somehow I maybe have fallen in love with Ryan, with emphasis on the word 'maybe'. It would be a wildly unexpected development because I've never been more in love with Robby than I am now. Our lovers sex together, Robby's and mine, has been the best ever so why would I fall in love with Ryan too? I could be mistaken of course, but as I look at him sleeping beside me I get this mushy feeling that I can't explain. In any case I'm keeping this possible development to myself while I try figuring out what the fuck's going on in my head. Putting that subject aside for now I want to check on Robby and make sure he's alright. Last night he was in a poker game with Danny Monday and apparently a lot of booze was available. Robby consumed so much of it that he told me on the phone to let Ryan have his spot in bed last night, which is why Ryan's in bed with me and not Robby. It was suppose to be a welcoming gesture for Ryan's first night as our temporary roommate. That's an indication of how smashed Robby was, and also how sweet he is. It's only six-thirty in the morning but I went to sleep earlier than usual last night so I'm rested and feeling good. A quick look at Ryan sleeping has me thinking he appears so young and innocent. None of us are innocent by now though, and the sex Ryan and I had last night can be added to our loss of innocence. Hell, I basically lost my innocence a long time ago anyway. Huh, I wonder if I have any left in me. There surely should be some.

Padding out to the hallway as quietly as I can, I see Chubby's door is closed. Good, he made it home last night. A few more steps and I'm in the living room and there's Robby sleeping on the couch looking so cute and handsome it takes my breath away. His two-tone blond wavy hair is so beautiful I'll bet any girl in the world would love to have it. Well, tough shit, they can't have it because it's my boyfriend's. I'd have hair just like Robby's if my sex-buddies and lovers would let my hair grow, but that ship's sailed long ago and I'm fine with it. Robby can sleep off part of his hangover for another four hours if he wants to. Our first class today is mercifully not until eleven o'clock. Quietly walking back to Chubby's room I slowly open the door and look in half expecting to see some girl laying next to him. Nope, heh heh, a big grin spreads across my lips. Chubby only, still fully dressed with his sneakers on, sleeping sideways on top of the covers. That's so like my brother. Okay, both my fabulous roommates made it home last night safely, although they 'er both gonna have wicked hangovers waiting for them when they wake up, and I don't. I could torture them if I wanted by being real cheerful and talkative, but I won't do that because I love them both so much it's enough to blow my mind. I can't resist walking over and looking at Chubby close-up. He looks so cute, and here's some good news for me: the last haircut I gave him has grown out and now it's raggedly over the tops of his ears, which means soon I get to give him another haircut. Love cutting his brown hair and having that short intimate time with just him and me. And yeah, giving haircuts can be a sort of an intimate time between two guys if the barber knows what he doing in that regard, and mostly I do. Not with everyone though, god forbid, but for some special guys, yum! Of course I love every single thing about Chubby anyway, and sometimes in a weak moment I even wish he wasn't my brother so he could be my lover. As things are I wouldn't care if it's incest, but he would 'cause he's a better person than me.

As I'm brushing my teeth I'm remembering the shower Ryan and I had last night. The one without any sexy messin' around by us. That was a first as far as I can remember. Then we did get a little sexy and messy afterwards with our last sexual encounter of the day, which was uber good! Sure, we cleaned up a little after that but I still feel like another shower to start this brand new day. For some reason I have this crazy idea in my head I should check with Ryan before taking a shower. That's insane of course so I go back

into the bathroom, closing the door quietly, and get the shower running. During the shower I try figuring out why in the world I'd give a thought to asking Ryan if it's okay for me to take a shower. It's illogical and stupid, except it probably has something to due with him feeling he should be in charge. In charge to the degree I don't get tempted by Marty's form of dominance when I have a return engagement with him. That might sound crazy, but last night seemed intriguing in hindsight, although it wasn't when it was actually happening. In short I still think Ryan's over reacting to the situation. I mean there's no way I'd be taken in by a bully prick like Marty. There's always the possibility Ryan's jealous, but on second thought that's too stupid for words. No, I think he's sincerely concerned about me although I still think Ryan's making a mountain out of a molehill. We have an agreement for Ryan changing roommates without a whole lot of shit from Marty, but it requires Ryan and me spending twenty-four hours being Marty's 'boys' or 'slaves' or whatever the fuck he calls us. I'm probably too inexperienced with overbearing dominance like Marty's to think this way, but for a day being dominated like that seems interesting, that's all I'm saying. Like that trip to New York City, it's just dangerous enough to be adventurous. It's sort of like years ago with me contemplating riding the double-shot in Wildwood when I was a young kid. Something I challenged myself to do.

Anyway, I'll have a much better feel for things after the twenty-four hours of slavery, ha ha. One day of acting submissive is an interesting experience, but obviously there's no way I'd want to put up with all the shit Marty handed out to Ryan for three months straight. That's totally out of the fucking question and I don't know why Ryan held out so long before agreeing he needs to get out of the arrangement. I'm wondering if it could have had something to do with us guys repeatedly telling Ryan he should move out of Marty's room, and Ryan stubbornly trying to prove he was right in his choice of a roommate. It's not easy for any of us to admit we're wrong, but sometimes you just gotta. Finally the cold-bloodedness of Marty breaking Ryan's finger on purpose was too much for even Ryan. Well yeah, that would certainly do it for me too. In any case I'm approaching this Marty thing just like my New York trip; meaning, anytime during the twenty-four hours I feel things are heading out of control I'm out of there and forget about the fucking handshake I had with Marty. There's limits to what I'll tolerate from over the line behavior, which is when I check out and send in the calvary if necessary. I'm not expecting that and I didn't feel the calvary was necessary in New York either. Me leaving was enough of a message to John that he overdid it with me. Ryan's concerned I'll be infatuated with the submissiveness Marty brings out in me, but his concern is misguided because it isn't going to happen. It is sweet of Ryan though to be so concerned for my well being. Robby and Ryan are both basically sweet guys.

Out of the shower I dry off and walk into the bedroom naked while thinking maybe I should have stayed in bed to see if Ryan wants a little morning sex. I sure could go for that, and he used to love fucking first thing in the morning. Hmmm, decisions, decisions. Oh what the fuck I'll get back in bed. Ta da, I fall asleep again too. When I wake up this time I see Ryan's awake and staring at me. I grin, asking, "What?" and he says, "Nothing, I was just pinching myself to be sure I'm not dreaming about sleeping with someone as cute as you." I reach over to tussle his hair, mumbling, "Imagine how I feel!" He chuckles, "I could take that a couple of different ways," and I'm like, "It was meant in a good way." He kisses me with his lips only, saying, "Hey, I smell toothpaste." I tell him about brushing my teeth and taking a shower, then embellish it with, "I wanted to be clean and have fresh breath in case you wanted to fuck me again." He goes, "You're awesome, but no more fucking for now. I'm taking a shower too." Huh, that sucks! I get dressed and check on Chubby again. He hasn't moved so I'm guessing he's skipping class today. I wonder if Robby has the same idea. These boys need to learn to control their alcohol intake. Well yeah, but that's one of the main reasons for going away to college in the first place: learning how to drink without getting a hangover every day. In the living room I see Robby's also still sleeping soundlessly. That doesn't surprise be though, I don't believe I've ever heard so much as a single snoring sound from him. Guess he's got good sinuses or whatever it is that prevents snoring. Hope I have whatever it is too. I pour some OJ and then make coffee feeling pretty good. Then I remember Robby's driving to Framingham today and staying all weekend. Damn, I'll miss him! It's his father's birthday and then some sort of business meeting about a new developmental project that's still a year away. Fucking businesses and their ubiquitous meetings.

Actually it works out that Robby's busy this weekend because tonight I'll be busy with Ryan doing sub/dom sex with Marty. Plus, as I said, I've got this new minor concern thinking I may have fallen in love with Ryan. Hmm, I need to sort that out. The thing is I don't know how to explain my new feelings for him, unless it's love, and obviously I was being sarcastic calling it a 'minor' concern. It's a mountain's worth of concern and could complicate my life like never before. I mean, I know I thought maybe I loved Ryan at the beginning of last summer too, but this is a different feeling than that one. He moved to Georgia and I was sad to see him go, but I wasn't broken hearted or anything. That would seem to indicate I wasn't in love with him, and maybe this time I'm not in love either. Love, like life, is apparently a tricky fucking thing. I thought I learned what love is from Robby and I did, but Ryan's not Robby so maybe it's a very different thing depending who you fall in love with. If I am in fact in love with him I don't have a clue what to do about it. Ha, especially if the feelings not reciprocated by Ryan. That'd be doubly awkward. Like I said, life can be confusing. Out on the balcony I'm shivering in the cold while smoking a cigarette and drinking coffee thinking of last night out here with Ryan. It seemed almost romantic until I kind of snapped at him because I was tired of hearing about the nonsensical danger of me becoming a Marty disciple. Ryan and I made up easily though, so I just don't know what it all means.

Through the sliding glass door I see Robby flopping over on the couch. I flick the cigarette butt brilliantly into the parking lot. Naturally, no one was here to see it. Inside I kneel next to Robby, "Bad hangover, Rob?" He groans, opening his eyes, "The worst! I was such an asshole thinking I could keep up with the guys doing shots." I nod, "Shots, huh? Yeah, I can't take them either. Why don't you get in our bed, it'll be more comfortable." Taking a deep breath, he says, "Good idea." I go, "I'll bring you OJ and Tylenol." Robby staggers up as I'm thinking that Danny Monday might be a bad influence on my Robby. This is the second time he's been all fucked up from booze in the past few days. As I'm pouring the OJ into a glass I run over in my head the condition of the sheets on our bed. Hmmm, Ryan and I had that sex last night in bed, but I don't believe there's a noticeable amount of cum on the sheets. I shot my load on Ryan's chest and stomach basically, which makes me grin 'cause it was kinda messy. Kinda funny too, and his spunk went up my ass, so we should be good, sheets-wise anyway. I take the Tylenol and OJ into the bedroom and find Ryan getting dressed and Robby taking a piss in the bathroom. Ryan says, "Rob's in bad shape," I nod my head, "Yeah, I suggested he get in bed. The couch isn't the best place to sleep off a hangover." Ryan says, "I feel bad that I slept in here last night and Rob had to sleep on the couch." I pretend I'm serious, saying, "Well yeah, but you've always been a selfish bastard, so..." and shrug. He goes, "Hey!" and I chuckle. Robby comes out and plops on the edge of the bed to drink his OJ along with three Tylenol. Ryan and I stupidly watch him do that. He glances over and tries to grin, then puts the glass down and gets under the covers.

I go over next to him, quietly saying, "You should skip classes today, Robby. I mean you haven't missed a class all year, so ya know." He mumbles, "You're probably right, babe. Yeah, I'll stay in bed for a few more hours and then drive home. Oh, something else. Don't be mad, but under the influence of adult beverages last night, which I can't handle, I promised to be the assistant coach on the practice basketball squad." That pisses me off because he's got the baseball team's activities taking up a lot of his free time as it is, and now this. On the other hand, he used the foolproof college students excuse: 'Oh, I was so fucked up I didn't know what I was doing'. That forgives all misdeeds and transgressions. It's an unspoken rule. I take pity on him though because he's feeling like shit, so I say, "Oh, that's cool, Rob. Um, hope I still get to see you once in awhile." He goes, "Don't be like that Dylan. It's only two hours a day. Sometimes early morning and sometimes in the evening so we'll see just as much of each other as before." That's a crock, but I'm not going to argue about it now. Huh, I can't help but wonder if a certain Danny Monday will also be an assistant coach. The thing is though, Robby loves being involved in sports, so I say, truthfully, "That's okay, Robby. I like it when you're happy. I don't shine if you don't shine." He smiles, "Thanks, Dylan. Give me a kiss. I won't see you until Sunday." We kiss an amazingly sweet kiss and I smile at him, then kiss him again and hug him feeling weepy for some reason. Jesus! What was that emotion all about? Rubbing my fingers in his hair, I say goodbye and back out of the room with both of us waving our hands at each other like a couple of nerds. Ha, I love that boy!

Glancing in Chubby's bedroom on the way by I see he hasn't moved. Well, his chest is moving up and down slightly so he's breathing at least. Then in the kitchen I set Ryan up with OJ and coffee, asking, "Would you like breakfast?" He shakes his head, "No thanks. Um, Robby's skipping class, huh?" I nod, "Yeah, it's just you and me, Ryan. Hope we can manage without our leader," and chuckle. He says, "You still got a leader," and I go, "Oh yeah, that reminds me. Let me tell you what I almost did," and I tell him how I almost asked his permission to take a shower. He laughs, "No, I'm not that in charge! Feel free to take a piss anytime you want too." I consider asking him if he thinks we're in love, but fortunately at the last second I manage to avoid that brain fart. We finish up in the kitchen and head for the campus early. As Ryan slowly drives us there I think about yesterday again, and how I was driving Ryan's mini everywhere we went, that is until I had the melt down at Marty's. After that I meekly handed the keys back to Ryan. I figured he was going to insist on them anyway after my pathetic showing with Marty. That's called 'knowing your place', and at that time I knew mine. It sucks, but it's my character flaw to act submissive when encountering dominate, confident personalities. I say 'flaw' although I usually get sexual arousal in situations like that. Ya know, it's not like one day I said to myself, 'Hey, I'll be submissive to dominant guys when sex is involved. Great idea!' No, that didn't happen, it's just the way I am presently. Maybe as I get older I'll outgrow it. I'll never be a dominant type myself, of course, because it too often borders on being a bully. Yep, Marty definitely is that, but I don't think Willie was, and he was dominant. Gee, I miss him. In a way I hope I don't outgrow my submissive fetish, but in another way I wish I could control it better.

It's cold this morning, which isn't surprising since it December, fifteenth. Luckily I remembered my hat and gloves for once. On campus we're walking from the car, with Ryan asking, "You thinking about this afternoon and the twenty-four hours that follows?" I shrug, "Now and then, why?" He says, "Because I've been thinking about it and I really wish it was just me doing it, that's all. I'm thinking you should take a pass on it and let me handle it alone." I'm like, "No, that'll just screw everything up, Ryan. We got a deal that after this afternoon you're free of him. Then it'll be up to you, not him, when and if you want to see him again. You're done being his roommate, so lets finish it now and forget it ever happened." We sit on the steps outside the lecture hall, with Ryan saying, "Okay, if you insist on going with me at least remember all the pointers I gave you last night for dealing with Marty, and if you forget anything, do what I do." I'm like, "Frankly I'm sick of talking about this. We beat this dead horse enough yesterday to last a lifetime." He smirks at me, "That doesn't sound like a submissive response to your boss, who's in charge." I smirk back, "That's because I didn't feel like being submissive at the moment, boss. You're too little and cute to be my boss anyway." He says, "Oh yeah, who beat you in wrestling on the bed yesterday?" I go, "That would be you, boss." We chuckle 'cause we're feeling good for now. In the lecture hall Ryan asks, "Should we be wild and crazy guys and not sit up front today?" I shake my head, "No, I'd feel funny, like I'm dissing Rob or something. I'm sitting in my regular seat." He comes down with me, saying, "Oh, should we leave the seat between us open pretending Rob's sitting there?" I go, "I don't know, you're the boss. You tell me." When you're not the boss you don't need to make any decisions you don't want to. Convenient, huh?

We sit next to each other and for the most part do everything the way we do it with Robby including taking notes, having hot chocolate at the quad, and lunch at a fast food joint. At lunch I ask, "Okay, we're doing the sub/dom stuff with Marty right after second class, but when do we eat dinner?" He says, "They'll give us something, probably in a doggie dish." I say, "No seriously, what will we do about dinner." He says, "I just told you, Dylan." I'm like, "That's sick," and he shrugs. I don't believe him. The last class ends and I drop the false bravado and exchange 'looks' with Ryan as we run up the lecture hall steps. We only have five minutes to get to the dorm room and Ryan's emphatic that we don't want to be late and get off on the wrong foot. We're running up the steps to Ryan's old dorm now, when I ask, out of breath, "Do you knock or just go in?" He says, "I used to just go in, but I'll knock this time and then go in." That's what he does and we find Rex and Marty sitting at the desk laughing and cursing while playing a computer game. They don't even look at us. I put my backpack next to Ryan's feeling like I have a lump in my throat. This is so stupid! Ryan's taking off his clothes so I do too, then when we're naked he hands me a dog collar and puts one on himself, then tightens mine two notches and now I can hardly swallow. He nods his head that I need to leave it like that. We get down on our hands and knees and go to the corners we were in last night. My corner is four feet from the desk Rex and Marty are at. Getting my head up, the wait begins. After a half hour it becomes an agony holding this position.

I pass the time listening to those two argue about the computer game, and who's cheating who, and who's winning, and blah, blah, blah. They're loud and seemingly sincerely having a good time. Part of the time I'm thinking of something Marty will try to do that could be the last straw for me, the one that brakes the camel's back, so to speak. The one thing that makes me just say 'fuck it, I'm not doing that' and then either fight my way out or call 911 or some fucking thing. If it's something I absolutely don't want to do, I'm not doing it. It's hard to come up with bizarre scenarios though. How do I know what a sick bastard like Marty might think of? After at least forty-five minutes, my neck and knees are aching, as Marty finally says, "I win, sucker. You owe me ten bucks, but now lets have some fun with the naked slave boys conveniently at our disposal," and they scrap their chair away from the desk. One of them attaches a leash to my collar and yanks on it. I stiffly follow feeling very submissive so don't dare look to see who's leading me by the leash. Ryan told me never to look at them, so my aching head's close to the floor now. I hear Marty say, "This one first." I can tell he's at the other side of the room so it's Rex who has my leash. Rex pulls back on the leash, saying, "Up on your knees, slave," and I do that and see Ryan's up on his knees too. Rex blurts out a laugh, "Oh fuck, this is so funny. Enemas for our naked slaves." He laughs again, "This always cracks me up," then he pulls on my leash, " Get your head up straight, pussy?" My cock firms up as I get upright as straight as I can. His face close to mine, he asks, "Feel good, does it? I see you're growing a stiffy there." I don't know if I'm supposed to say anything or not, but my cock's firming up more

and beginning to feel good. Marty clarifies if I should answer Rex or not,

mumbling, "Fag boy knows not to speak unless I tell him to. Get the shit bucket, Rex." Rex drops the leash and goes out of my line of sight, so I watch Marty attach an old fashioned enema bottle with a hook to the top of the closet door as he's mumbling, "This'll give it a nice hard flow coming down from there." He looks at me, explaining, "This is a two quart bottle of water with a little soap mixed in to clean your asses out so they're good for fucking." Dropping my eyes to the floor I almost moan with my cock approaching the hard stage.

I've had a enema once or twice in my life as a child and as I recall it feels kinda good being all cleaned out, but it can give you stomach cramps too. Ryan eyes are looking down so I do too, but I want to see what I'm in for so I look up under my eyelids and see Rex put a bucket behind Ryan. He calls to me, "Newest slave fag, you'll be emptying that bucket when we're through with it. I'll tell you when, ya stuck-up pussy." I'm not stuck up and I'm not a pussy, ya fucking idiot! That's what I'm thinking, but don't say it out loud. There's a tube coming from the enema bottle that tapers at the end. Marty's got a tissue with lubricant he's spreading on the tapered end of the tube, as he says to Ryan, "On your feet and hunch over the bucket." Then swats the back of Ryan's head, saying ,"Move faster!" Ryan's does what he's told and then Marty pushes the tube up Ryan's asshole. It seems to go quite a way up there with Ryan grimacing silently. My cock is fairly hard now listing to the left as I again stifle a moan. It's sick, but Ryan and I are acting so submissive it's arousing me. Rex twist a little knob on the clear tube and I see the water flowing down fast. Huh, there's something new... I notice Rex is slightly feminine in some of his arm and head movements. I hadn't noticed that before right now, not that I've ever paid much attention to him until this afternoon. He giggles as some of the water that's gone into Ryan's bowels squeezes back out his ass and pings in the bucket. The bottle's soon half empty so that's a quart already and Ryan's beginning to grimace more and quietly groan. Probably because his stomach's cramping. It's sickly fascinating watching this and I'm kind of mesmerized by it. Marty turns off the flow before the bottle's empty, muttering, "We'll show this one mercy." He hits the back of Ryan's head again, saying, "Hold it in!"

From the look on Ryan's red, scrunched-up face it's taking a lot of effort

holding all that fluid inside his bowels. There's sweat running down his face and dripping off his chin. My boner's hard and up against my stomach as Marty taps Rex's shoulder, pointing at my boner. They both laugh and Rex comes over to poke my boner with a paddle I didn't even notice he was holding until now. I give a thought to leaving right now except that'd be abandoning Ryan. These two perverts are going to need some payback for this, and that's for sure. We'll wait a couple of months so they aren't thinking about us and then BAMB! Something to show then what we think about them.

Finally Marty pulls the hose out of Ryan's ass with Rex giggling like a girl again. There's a noticeable splash of brown water in the bucket as it gushes out of Ryan's ass. Disgusting! I see the flow as I look between Ryan's legs. Rex and Marty are watching from behind mugging and holding their noses and laughing making crude comments. I smell it over here and it ain't pleasant. Water drools out of Ryan's ass for a couple of minutes before they sit him down against the wall on a Pampers. That's what it looks like anyway. Rex fills the enema bottle with bottled water and adds some green Palmolive dish soap, the kind used in the kitchen. Marty says, "Extra soap for the big shot", so Rex gives the plastic bottle another squeeze and the green detergent floats in a squiggly line in the water. Then to me, he says, "Get your ass over here?" I drop to my hands and walk over past Ryan, who's sitting on the floor limp, his legs out in front of him. I don't recall the enemas I've had leaving me limp like Ryan appears to be. "Get up and squat over the bucket," so I do that with my cock tightening up even more threatening to move away from my belly to stick straight out like it did for Marty last night. I'm hugely embarrassed about this whole mess, my face is on fire, red and hot. Marty's been holding the tube ever since he pulled it from Ryan's ass. He pushes it up my ass and the thought of it just being up Ryan's ass makes my dick move and I tighten my groin muscles thinking I'm going to cum. Oh no! If I spunk like this I'll die of embarrassment. When the soapy water starts pouring into my bowels all thoughts of me having an orgasm leave my head as my cock goes limp and is soon hanging listlessly between my legs. The cramps start after a minute and they keep getting worse. Maybe Ryan felt them too, but he gutted his way through it. I'm groaning like mad because it's painful. My groans get then both laughing so hard they're holding onto each other to keep from falling over. Gawd, this is humiliating! Plus, each minute is like an hour of cramps, but they won't stop the flow even though I yell, "You gotta stop it! It's doing something bad inside me!" I'm not supposed to talk, but fuck that! My yells just get them laughing harder. Beware the sadists who secretly roam among us...

As the water's still flowing up my ass I'm trying to shit right past the tube and I hear some water hitting Ryan's water in the bucket, but the cramping gets worse as more water pours inside me. My whole body's sweating and then finally they pull the tube out and relief brings tears to me eyes. Lots of stuff rushes out of my ass and keeps coming and coming and coming. Then I hear Marty ask, and he sounds pissed-off, "What the fuck? How much soap did you put in the water, you asshole?" Rex whines, "You said extra," and Marty's like, "There's soap bubbles coming out his ass. Oh fuck it! Put fresh water in the bottle, we gotta rinse out his bowels. Jesus Christ, Rex! Ya dumb shit!" I'm so fucking weak, plus I don't feel at all nice and cleaned out like I remember. This blows! The hose goes up my ass again, but only a quart of plain water goes in and then one of them pulls the tube out right away. My legs are cramping now too from squatting over the bucket like this. Marty says, "Still some bubbles. Do it again." Oh fuck! One more time and then Marty helps me over to sit next to Ryan on my own Pamper. Ryan's eyes are closed and his body looks tense. Marty says, "Okay, that was a mistake. Our bad, sorry, Dylan." That shocks me almost as much as the enema, but thank god he said that. Maybe he's not the monster I was beginning to think he is.

Rex hands Marty two handcuffs and he handcuffs Ryan's and my ankles together, then our wrists, my right wrist to Ryan's left wrist. Rex's is giggling as he swing a ball gag near my face and then the hard ball part of the gag bounces off my lips, as he's saying, "Oh, I'm so sorry." There's more silly

giggling, then goes, "Open up, pussy." I open my mouth wide wondering who had this thing in their mouth last. The ball goes in gagging me and Rex ties it tightly behind my head. Glancing over I see Ryan already has his gag in his mouth. He's still got his eyes closed for some reason. Marty pats my head, "Be back in an hour or so, and then we can get started training you. Ryan will help. First order of business is a spanking that will knock out any of the cockiness you got left in ya. You'll be my super submissive slave boy after that. You'll be looking up to me adoringly with your cock as hard as steel. Heh heh, and then have I got some things planned for you to reinforce your submissiveness to me, and Rexy boy here too. Heh heh, you're in the shit now, Newman." I don't look at him, so he says, "Yeah, you're getting the picture now, ain't ya? Let's go, Rex," I'm not supposed to look at them, but I look up and watch them leave. Marty's arm is across Rex's shoulder. Huh, how 'bout Rex being a bit 'girlie'. I look at Ryan and try to say something past the gag, but it comes out garbled and unintelligible so I stop. Nudging Ryan he opens his eyes and looks at me, then shakes his head in apparent disgusts. At me? Maybe at our situation, or at the perverts, surely not at me. I look at him with a questioning expression, but he shakes his head again, meaning I assume we can't communicate like this. He's right so I go back to thinking about the lousy way my insides feel. Maybe the worst is over. Yeah, except we still have that spanking that Marty says will be the mother of all spankings, so maybe the worst isn't over. After that what is there? What else can they do and what was Marty alluding to? They're going to fuck us for certain, so good, do it. Oh fuck, the smell of that bucket of shitty water is gross!

After more than an hour, with me feeling my boner gets stiff again, I hear the doorknob rattling and in they come arguing about something. Rex roughly

takes my ball gag out, almost pulling my front teeth out with it, and then takes off the handcuffs, saying, "Put on your pants and empty that bucket in the lavatory, pussy boy." Marty's spraying room deodorizer around. I go to pull on my underwear, but Rex swats my head, "Pants only, and wash out the bucket when your through." I pick up the five gallon plastic bucket of shitty water and leave the room wearing only my pants going down the corridor barefoot and bare chested. The few guys in the corridor grouse about the smell, explaining there's a new invention called the toilet I might want to try next time. One guy says to the other, "Who the fuck is he anyway?" I ignore them because they're the least of my worries and I hope to never be in this dormitory again after this. Emptying the bucket in a toilet, figuring I can't wash it out in the sink, I stick it under one of a shower heads, which thankfully are all vacant. I need to wash it out three times before it stops stinking. Back in the room Marty sprays the bucket with Lysol disinfectant while Rex hooks me up with handcuffs and ball gag again next to Ryan, who doesn't look at anything but the floor. Then Rex and Marty sit down at the desk and work on homework assignments. Huh, conscientious students. I'm openly looking at them by now and hating on them, but they pay no more attention to me than they do the chairs or the beds. They start arguing again, something about tomorrow night. It's more like arguing in fun rather than they're about to fight. Marty has shown very little of the vitriol he had last night, and in fact he did the right thing cleaning the soap from my bowels which have settled down by now. He apologized for Rex's mistake too, which was unexpected. I guess Ryan's right that after a night like last night, when Marty was like a raving maniac, tonight he changes his approach to keep me off guard. It's like he expects me to think he's not a bad guy after all. Yeah, except he threatened me with the worst spanking of my life and then hinted at other nefarious things he has planned for me. Ryan warned me not to fall into the trap of thinking Marty's compassionate because it's just part of Marty's manipulation to keep me, or any of his 'boys', thinking it's worth putting up with anything because of the submissive/dominant sex that follows. I trust Ryan, not Marty, so I'm not falling for Marty's act. It's getting close to the time I may leave because it isn't real sexy or exciting at all.

They get around to Ryan and me finally, with Rex asking, "How you two turds doing?" as he takes out the ball gags from both our mouths, then the handcuffs. Marty says, "Spanking time, boys." Ryan stands and leans over with his hands on his thighs, so I do too. Rex asks, "Can we use the paddle tonight, Marty?" Marty goes, "Yeah, lets paddle their asses red, especially this one," and he swats my head. My eyes meet Ryan's, but his expression is blank so I don't know what to think. The paddle of course is a ping pong paddle, the paddle of choice for this kind of thing. I can't imagine it hurts much worse than Marty's meaty hand, but then when I feel the first, "SMACK!" I know differently. It's much worse. I yelp out at the first one, then remember not to do that. Neither of the perverts say anything though so I yelp out at the second, "SMACK!" too. Rex gets a bad case of the giggles as "SMACK!" the third paddle hits my ass. Marty laughs too then, and says, "Fuck, Rex, you're making me laugh, stop it!" Then, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" and I'm howling moving away from him as they howl with laughter. Rex goes, "Give me a turn, Marty, can you hold the faggot." I'm still stupidly leaning over at the waist as I try walking away from them, but Marty gets my head in a reverse headlock holding me in place and Rex's swings that paddle from way back, and it's, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" Tears are running down my face as I struggle against Marty, screaming and cursing. Rex goes, "I'm gonna get the back of his pink thighs now, and Ryan yells, "NO! That's enough! Paddle me instead, you sick fuck's!" The giggling and laughing stops as Marty turns red in the face and smacks Ryan across the face so hard Ryan silently falls over sideways. Marty's screaming, "You don't talk to me like that!" I don't know how exactly it happens, but I've got my arm around Marty's throat from behind pulling him backwards with all my might making a growling sound that's scary. Marty struggles but loses his balance with my full weight trying to drag him over backward. Gravity wins and he hits the floor hard as I back away and watch his head bounce off the hardwood. Then I'm on top of him for a couple of seconds throwing punches until he gets on his feet lifting me and throwing me on the floor. I land on my side and slide as I hear Rex scream. Then a blur as Ryan leaps on Marty from behind like a cheetah or something. Jesus! He's gouging at Marty's eyes until Marty throws him off his back and luckily Ryan lands against the mattress on the closest bed. Rex is bleeding holding his face for reasons unknown.

I go low tackling Marty around his calves, and pulling back and up hard makes him fall forward cracking his forehead on the edge of the desk. He sits on the floor holding his head, yelling, "Stop! Stop! You crazy asshole's." Ryan's up again holding an empty bottle of Coke by the neck. Someone was gonna feel that on top of their head. Maybe Marty saw it and that's why he yelled, Stop! Ryan, without looking at me, says, "Dylan, get dressed." He's staring hard at Marty, pointing at me, saying, "You don't treat him like that, fuckwad! You'll never do that shit to him again, and giggle about it, you sick bastard..." as he raises the bottle like he's going to hit Marty over the head with it. I shout, "No, Ryan!" He glances at me, then says to Marty, "You touch him again and I'll kill you. You and me are through permanently, and I should have said that two months ago. I don't care if I get expelled, I don't care if I go to jail, but if you touch either one of us again I'll come up behind you one day when you least expect it and stab you right through to your black heart. You might be sitting in class or in the dining hall when the light goes out on you permanently." Marty's waving his hand, saying, "You crazy motherfucker, all you had to do is say, 'No!' Ya dumb fag." Ryan throws the bottle at him, but Marty dodges it and it clangs off the desk without breaking. Rex is sitting in the corner holding a bunch of tissues to his nose. I hate him, but I'm still glad it's only a bloody nose. Ryan's getting dressed, muttering, "I must have been out of my mind to tolerate your insane bullshit, Marty." Marty's standing up, saying, "If you think there's some way you're not going to get your ass kicked for this, you're delusional. Both you fairies are dead fags walking." That pisses me off, I yell, "Just shut the fuck up, will ya? Jesus, what an enormous asshole you are! What's your plan, Marty? Keep retaliating back and forth maybe, until we get thrown out of college or someone gets killed. For what? Huh? For

what?" Rex's voice is high as he screams, "Why'd you come if you didn't want to play the game?" Ryan points at Rex, saying, "You, shut the fuck up." Then to Marty, "It was one thing for you to do stuff to me, break my finger and everything else, but when I watch you do it to my friend the insanity of this whole scene turned my stomach. You're a sick perverted fuck." Marty says, "You're the sick one for liking to be humiliated and punished." Ryan pulls his sweatshirt over his head, saying, "Yeah, I was, but now I'm cured and you're still a sick perverted fuck."

I'm dressed, not sure what to do now. Marty's got a big lump on his forehead. He says, "Okay, you don't want to play anymore, fine. Get your shit and get outta here." Ryan's getting two big green trash bags out of a drawer, "I'm getting my shit alright and we'll get outta here when I'm goddamn good and ready to get outta here." Rex says, "Marty? Um, are we gonna let them get away with this?" Marty yells at him, "For all the help you were, ya flamer, whaddaya suggest?" Rex goes, "I don't know, but they're making an ass out of us." He goes, "You are an ass, Rex," then to Ryan, "Look, we can still save some of the night. How about we dispense with the paddling and we'll just fuck both of you?" Ryan mutters, "Fuck yourselves, not us," as he's stuffing his clothes into a trash bag," Marty sits down in the desk chair, saying, "You know we'll still need to pay you both back for this, don'cha?" Ryan's got one trash bag full and he's starting on the second one, mumbling, "You can try," and Marty chuckles, "Try? Ha, what are you gonna do about it?" Ryan looks hard at him for a second, then coldly says, "I already told you what I'll do, and I swear to God I'll do it too. I'll stab you right through the heart." I say, "Come on, Marty, don't prove further how big an asshole you are, we talked about this shit last night. You beat us up and we get some friends and beat you up and you do the same and we do the same. Do you sense there's anything pointless and stupid about that?" He shrugs, "Yeah, but we can't let this go, now can we?" I go, "Yeah, ya can! Consider all the shit you've done to Ryan. That the advance payback you already got. Consider it even or we'll all be bigger losers than we are already, including you!" He says, "Oh yeah, I forgot you were on the debating team," and I go, "Fuck a whole bunch of debating teams, I'm trying to make sense of the situation from your point of view." Rex says, "That sounds fair to me, Marty," and Marty laughs, "You're quite the ally, Rex." Then to me, he goes, "Yeah, okay. I'm so sick of you two I could vomit." I shrug, pointing at the bucket, "Go ahead and vomit."

Ryan's standing next to Marty collecting his stuff from the desk and throwing it in with his clothes. Marty says, "You're gonna miss this, ya know." Ryan doesn't say anything. I'm just standing here not at all sure what just happened. Rex, still sitting on the floor with his head back trying to stop his nose from bleeding, says nasally, "If you broke my nose, Wilcocks, I'm gonna be so mad." I laugh at that because it's so lame and Marty snickers too, repeating, "So mad," then he says, "You're a real tiger, Rex." He gets up, saying to me, "I'm friggin' shocked that you had the balls, Newman. I pegged you for a bigger pussy than Ryan there." I shrug again. If something works for you stick with it. Shrugs are noncommittal and easy to do. Ryan says, "Dylan, can you take the other bag," as he puts on his backpack. I put my backpack on and pick up the bag. Marty asks me, "How's your ass feel?" I say, "Extremely sore." He chuckles, "Good," and we leave just like that, without closing the door. That'll show 'em. I guess this is a case of a bully pushing hard enough to get Ryan and me to push back harder. It worked for us this time because Ryan and I thru caution to the wind, but unlike the popular contention that when you push back, a bully will turtle, it hardly ever works. We went insane for a minute or two and Marty wasn't prepared for that, so that's the trick, go insane.

We're humping the bags to Ryan's Mini, and for something to say, I mumble, "What the fuck ya got in here, Ryan? It weights a ton!" Ryan looks at me, very pale in the face, then he bends over and throws up. Adrenaline I guess. Standing next to him I rub his back as he hurls again. Good thing we haven't eaten dinner yet. The watery vomit spreads near his trash bag of clothing so I move it away, asking, "You okay now?" and he hurls again without much coming out. I get a bag over each shoulder and stagger the last five yards to the car, drop them there and go back to see about Ryan. He's still leaning over, mumbling, "I think I broke my hand." I nod, "Oh, how'd ya do that?" He straightens up, "Rex hit it with his face." I go, "Ouch, that's gotta sting." He chuckles and we go to the Mini and stuff one bag in the back seat and the other in the small trunk, but we can close it, so fuck it we leave it open. We get in and I gingerly sit down. My buttocks is still on fire. If Rex had started whacking on the back of my tights I'd be fucked for three or four days. Ryan drives us to the apartment at breakneck speed, hitting twenty-five miles an hour at times. I mutter, "Whoa, cowboy," and he chuckles, then says, "That didn't go off tonight as planned, did it?" I say, "Not exactly, but why couldn't you have snapped out before they beat the shit out of my ass?" He says, "I was waiting until they were tired out," and I go, "Oh yeah, good thinking." Actually thinking back on it, it was all a little anticlimactic.

My ass is really stinging for real though, but other than that I don't think anything else hurts from my tumble to the floor. It was very fortuitous that Marty's head collided with the desk like that. It took all the fight out of him. Nothing like a little luck. He didn't get one good punch in which is a good thing because one punch might have been all he needed to change the ending completely around. I mumble, "We were lucky," and as Ryan's parking at the back door, he says, "Yeah, I know." Then, "Lets dump my shit here and you watch it while I park." I mutter, "Roger that, boss," and that's what we do. I light a cigarette waiting for Ryan to walk back from the parking spot. I'm not thinking about anything particular because I don't know what to think. It all happened so fast and was so unexpected I'm not sure of anything. I'm not sure it's over either, but if I had to guess I'd say it is. Marty's not stupid. Tonight was just another example of something happening I totally didn't expect. Ryan walks up and takes my cigarette for a drag. He plops down on the step and I light another cigarette and sit gingerly in front of him on one of the bags of clothes. We smoke silently until done the cigarettes. Ryan flicks his butt casually into the night and I step on mine not wanting to press my luck. I had a great flick earlier tonight and I don't want to break the streak of good flicks at 'one'. We lug the bags up to the apartment and go inside where I flop down on Robby pillow that's still on the sofa. The sofa's still made up as a bed. Then I pull the pillow out from under me and hold it to my face and I can still smell Robby on it. Nice.

Ryan uses the bathroom, then sits beside me, asking, "What do you wanna do now? It's only a little after six-thirty so we got the whole night ahead of

us." I say, "My buttocks are really painful, what's that stuff you used to spay on them after you gave me a hard spanking?" He says, "Oh, back in the bad old days of me experimenting being dominant, huh? I could never do that to you now, but yeah, what did I use to deaden the pain then? I forget. Shall we go to the drugstore and see what they have?" I nod, "Yeah, I'm pretty uncomfortable. That fuck, Rex, really did a number on me." Ryan mumbles, "Yeah, I know. That's when I snapped out and got a little crazy. I've never done that before and it felt good." I hug around the back of his neck pulling his head over to kiss him on the side of his forehead, a long kiss. Then I quietly say, "Thanks for that, Ryan." He nods his head, but doesn't say anything, so I say, "I had it planned that I'd refuse to go along with them when something got out of hand. That didn't work out though because Marty had me in that headlock holding me there for Rex to whack away at my ass with that evil paddle." He nods his head again, quietly saying, "It was awful, Dylan, and I got you into that mess." I kiss the side of his forehead again, letting go of him, "No, you didn't, Ryan, I got myself involved trying to be a hero for you when it turns out you were my hero." He says, "Lets try to get you something to relieve the pain in your ass." We both chuckle, with me saying, "It's not so much 'in' my ass as it's the exterior of my ass." He grins, muttering, "You and your insistence on details of your awesome ass."

I'm standing here now staring at him with this funny feeling inside me again. Ryan looks back at me grinning, 'What?" I say, "Nothing, I just like you, that's all. I like looking at your little self." He chuckles, "I'm only a couple inches shorter than you and fifteen pounds lighter. You're not so big yourself. One might even say you're skinny." I go, "Bullshit! I'm slim, not skinny." We haven't even taken our coats off so we go to the car and Ryan drives us to the Rite Aid drugstore that's only a mile west, down route 114. Inside Ryan walks right to the pharmacist, who recommends a tube of So-Perfect which contains, he says, five percent Lidocaine. That's the strongest dosage allowed for over the counter sales. I buy a tube and we go back to the apartment and take off our coats. Ryan says, "Pull your pants down and lay on the couch. I'll spread this stuff on your butt cheeks." As I'm undoing my pant's button, I mutter, "Sounds like fun." He grins, "For me, yeah." When my ass is uncovered and I'm laying on the couch, Ryan says, "Wow, there's some blisters forming. They look like blisters anyway." He gently spreads the smooth lotion all over both butt cheeks and down on the top of my thighs a little too. I'm hugging Robby's pillow inhaling his scent and hoping the burning on my ass stops, but it doesn't right away. Ryan says, "It says here, it works within a half hour, then you'll feel relief." I shrug, muttering, "Hope so." Ryan says, "You have the cutest ass any guy ever had." I'm like, "Yeah, I know, everyone tells me that," and he laughs as he goes in the kitchen to wash his hands.

Ryan looks in the refrigerator, saying, "There are four beers left. Ya want one?" I say, "Yeah, lets get drunk and celebrate our triumph over the dominant bad guys." He brings me a beer asking, "Do you really think they're defeated? They're probably plotting revenge right now." It's hard drinking from a bottle laying on my stomach, so I stand up with my pants at my knees and take a swallow of beer, then say, "Nah, I think it's over. They have nowhere to go from here. We'll leave them alone and they'll leave us alone." As he's pulling my pants up, he's like, "I hope so, but that seems too simple. Too easy. Let's have a cigarette." We put our coats back on, and take our beers to the balcony where I light two Marlboros and give one to Ryan." Tapping the heads of our beer bottles together we drink, then take a drag off our cigarettes. Ryan starts to say something, but my cell phone goes off in my pocket. Fishing it out I see it's Robby calling. After saying hello he asks me what I'm doing and I tell him the truth, "I'm on the balcony with Ryan smoking a cigarette and drinking a Coors beer." He tells me he's at his house sitting with his dad. They're both waiting for the lady of the household to finish putting on her makeup. Then they're going to Ken's Steakhouse for dinner to celebrate his dad's birthday. I wonder how old he is, but don't ask. What if this call had come through and I was still at Marty's going through who knows what? Would Marty have answered and told Robby what I was doing just to be a bigger prick than he already is? Didn't think of that or I wouldn't have had my cellphone with me. I maybe dodged a bullet there. We talk about routine stuff and then I hand the phone to Ryan and he talks with Robby until Robby has to go.

Ryan ends the call and hands me the phone, saying, "He really loves you, huh?" I nod my head, "As much as I love him," and Ryan sort of looks down rubbing the back of his hand across his lips. Fuck! I didn't need to add that! I could have made a joke of it, like saying, 'What's not to love?' or 'Yeah, everybody loves me' or something stupid like that. I look at him wondering if I should tell him about these new strange feelings I've been having. Nobody's ever loved him, so I say, "Um, Ryan, I think I might be in love with you too. It's like I feel differently about you lately." He looks at me frowning, "What? You say you might be in love with me? Are you just saying that to make me feel better?" I shrug, "I've been feeling funny when I'm with you, or when I think about you." "You think about me?" I'm like, "Of course I do, we're awesome friends you and me." He mumbles, "It's nice you love me as a friend. I don't think anyone else ever has. Um, but you said..." and I go, "Yeah, maybe I love you in another way too." He asks, "Like romantically, maybe?" I shrug, "I don't know, but I'm starting to think so, yeah." He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly and starts tapping his foot, mumbling, "Huh, um, in case you care I've been in love with you like forever, but you already knew that, didn't you?" I go, "Oh, no, no I didn't know that. How could I." He pushes his eyeglasses up his nose, mumbling, "Maybe because I've told you about fifty times." I nod, "Oh, I thought you meant like a friend." He shakes his head, "Yeah, that too. I love you more than anybody else in the world actually," and he does a nervous laugh taking a drag off his cigarette. I don't know what to say, so I blurt out, "My ass is feeling much better. Thanks for putting that stuff on for me." He grins, "Well, I kinda like your ass. It's only the cutest ass anyone ever had." I go, "Ha! Thanks, um, what are you doing Christmas break?"

We make small talk about that, then I go, "Watch this, Ryan." With a vision of my last successful cigarette flick firmly in my head, I flick this butt like I did the last time, but unfortunately it goes down off the beer bottle I'm holding next to my leg, off the bottle and it almost rolls off the deck. Ryan laughs, saying, "You spazz," and then flicks his butt, on purpose, off the chaise lounge that's covered for winter on the deck. The butt bounces up in the air and land back down on the covering. I knock it off before it burns a hole in the plastic, saying, "You spazz," and at least we're grinning as we walk inside where it's warm. Ryan says, "Lets celebrate. I want to treat you to dinner at Burtons," and I think of Tracy saying he'd take me to Burtons tonight as part of our 'date', but then the Marty thing came up so I never texted Tracy. Now I'm going to dinner with Ryan. He gets a big weekly allowance from home so I'm gonna let him treat me. I go, "Nice thought, Ryan, thanks!" Then I wonder if he's celebrating breaking off with Marty, or if he's celebrating I might be in love with him? Huh. Ryan says, "Come on you, we're taking a shower together and washing all of Marty and Rex off us." Well Tracy was going to bath me in his big tub, so I ask, "How about you give me a bath?" and he says, "How about I don't, we're taking a shower." As we walk down the hall I say, "You know you don't need to continue being in charge. There's no danger I'm captivated by Marty's dominance. We sorta got lucky and kicked the dominance out of him, so ta speak." Ryan grins at me, "I know that, but you still need someone to say 'no' to you once in awhile." I go, "Hey! People say 'no' to me, but you can be in charge if you want to, I like that." He mutters, "I know," as we go into the bedroom and get undressed.

Naked now, Ryan puts his arm around me, saying, "Let me feel your naked body," and we meld into each other arms with the sides of our faces together. My fingers are in his longish hair at the back of his head as we hug and sway slightly. His scent and the feel of his body is so wonderful. I hug tightly, and with my lips on his ear, I whisper, "You know what I'd really like to do?" He asks, "What's that, Dylan," and I say, "I want to give you a real haircut, not just a trim. I love cutting your hair." My fingers run up the back of his head and over the top ruffling his hair. I can see it falling away from the clippers. Ryan says, "Um, no, I don't want you to do that." I go, "Ryan! Come on! You look better with shorter hair." He says, "I don't care, you're not doing it," and he lets go of me and takes my hand giving it a yank, "We're taking a shower!" I look at him while groping my dick. In the bathroom he turns on the shower flow as we stand outside the tub, and I say, "I gotta take a wicked shit," and we both get hysterical, laughing and holding onto each other. The laughing ends with us passionately kissing and groping each other's body. The bathroom steams up and so do we. I'm just about gagging from sexual arousal. Our lips slide off onto each other's faces and there's saliva all around our mouths from me hungrily sucking his lips and licking his chin and rubbing my cheek against his curly little beard that grows here and there sparsely on his cute face. I'm moaning with desire for him until he gets my wrists and pulls my arms down, saying, "Calm down, Dylan. Where's the lube?" Panting, I look into his eyes that are partially hidden behind the fog on his glasses. I ask, "How do you manage not to lose your glasses when I'm attacking you like that?" He grins and gives my lips a quick kiss, "Lube, Dylan." I mutter, "My bedroom," and go to get it.

When I get back Ryan's still standing there with steam filling the bathroom, he holds his hand out, I put the tube in his hand staring at his huge penis. It always amazes me how thick it is. The length of course is amazing, but it's fat too as he strokes lube on his cock explaining, "Fucking in the shower can be problematic without lube. It can be done of course, but it's better like this. You sure your buttocks aren't too sore." I nod, "I'm sure, Ryan." He says, "I'll get you started," and he gets on his knees and takes my cock in his fingers holding it out so he can draw his tongue from the bottom near my balls up the shaft. He does it a number of times getting me to go up on my toes. Ryan grins, then the head goes in his mouth and he sucks it while twirling his tongue all around it. My hands are on his head, my fingers going through his hair with me grunting, "Umth umth, oooh, ooh, Ryan." A minute is all it takes him to get my cock boner-hard. When he lets it slip from his mouth it flattens against my stomach pointing straight up. He says, "How about shaving my pubic hairs, Dylan?" I grunt and go to stroke myself, but Ryan holds my hand, "Please, let me take care of that for you. It gives me pleasure to give you pleasure." I suck on my lips nodding my head, then look around. Picking up scissors I go down on my knees, and holding his slightly firm heavy cock to the side, I close the scissors on a batch of pubic hair and lots of curly hairs drift to the floor. I close the scissors again and again. It takes ten or twelve to get most of the hairs cut from his groin. I'll use a razor for the rest.

Looking up at him I see him smiling, then mumbling, "This is so cool, Dylan. Okay, lets get in the shower now." I collect the shaving cream and razor from the shelf near the tub and Ryan takes hold of my wrist leading me into the tub past the shower curtain. We get under the water that's nice and warm. Shaking the shaving cream can, then getting some on my hand, I move Ryan so the water flow hits his back, and spread the shaving cream around his lower belly and groin area. Robby and I did this for each other earlier this week. Being very careful I move his lube-coated cock to safety as I shave Ryan clean as a newborn baby down here. This little submissive activity gets my dick even tighter making me suck my lips again and moan quietly to myself. When I've meticulously accounted for every hair, included the random ones on his balls, I ask, "Would you turn around for me, Ryan? You've got a few hairs around your asshole." He asks, "Do they bother you when you rim me?" I shake my head 'no' and he says, "Lets leave them then. It'd be scratchy when they grow out." I shrug, "Sure," and stand up to put the razor on the ledge.

Ryan grins at me feeling his shaved pubic area with his fingers, "Thank, Dylan. It feels good." Still grinning he wraps me in his arms and kisses me like only he can with his lips and tongue doing amazing things as he's rubbing both his hands up my back and the back of my head. It feels so good I lean into him and kiss back for all I'm worth. My hips start doing little humps against him as sexual arousal reaches new heights in my head, my hands are all over him, and now his boner is felt between our bellies, reaches a couple inches higher than mine. Breaking the kiss and gripping my shoulders he turns me around roughly, his arms going around me, hands clasped on my belly button to hug me against his body, his cock against the top of my leg and my right butt cheek. I hunch down slightly and feel his hand against my ass as he guides his cock to my asshole and pushes the head in past my sphincter, and then he slides it slowly, steadily, and tightly up my ass with my head going back and a long quiet moan coming from me, "Aaaaah, ooooh, yeaaaah." It's extremely tight and feels like the head travels a long way before he's flat against me. There a hurt inside my rectum but not for long. Water's bouncing off both our heads and it's all extremely pleasurable. Ryan's humping lightly against my ass without withdrawing his boner and the filled-up sensation I have inside me seems so perfectly right, like it should feel this way all the time. Ryan's sucking and licking my neck, probably making a hickey which I haven't had for awhile, so that's good too. His fingers fiddle with my oversensitive nipple, the one with the nip ring making me squirm in his arms. My hands are on his back and squeezes the tight butt cheeks and it's just the sexiest thing ever.

It's maybe two minutes before he takes his mouth away from my neck near my right shoulder, where's he's made a nice feeling hickey. Satisfied with that, he pulls his boner back and it's feeling fatter than it was going in, and then it goes right back up my ass as my body shudders with sexual pleasure. I love this so fucking much I can't begin to describe it. He begins fucking me under the shower to a chorus of my moans of pleasure as my cock gets harder and moves away from my belly to stick straight out, the height of my sexual arousal. My body's loose in his arms as he provides immensely satisfying sensation inside me. My prostate and anus never stop sending pleasure to my brain and my dick's throbbing and feeling oh so good. The water mostly muffles his wet crotch slapping against my ass, his chest stays tightly against my back, the side of his forehead against my ear, his nose pressed to my back, as he moves only his hips driving that fantastic boner up my ass repeatedly, "Splash, splash, splash," and "Ahh, ahh, ahh." An almost overwhelming amount of pleasure that has me making one long moan until my orgasm has built to overflowing and I whine at the thought of the volcano about to erupt from my nuts in a rapturously intense five seconds when the world stops turning for a bit and there's nothing left except the brilliance of climax blinding my reality. Before it hits I hear Ryan moan and press against me, followed almost instantly with a burst of warmth and wetness inside my rectum as my back arches and I yell with cum streaming from my hard cock straight out through the rain to splatter against the shower curtain. Then twice more shorter shots of spunk leave my body via my hard cock with me shuddering and trying to catch my breath. A boom of sensations all around my pelvic area as I shake and sputter. Too much stimulation to notice it all, leaving me insanely alert for a second and then the after effects sizzle around and begin to fade, and all too quickly it's over. Ryan's saying something but I can't hear him as I try climbing down from the high I was on with my heart beating and me breathing deeply, desperately trying to remember how it felt, but it can't be replicated in the mind.

"Dylan!" I'm like, "What?" and I turn to look at him almost surprised to see Ryan. All evidence to the contrary I thought it was Robby for a second. "Ryan, why are you yelling?" He goes, "You got a little, I don't know, out of control a little. Your body was shuddering and you screamed. I though I was hurting your butt cheeks." I go, "I did not scream. My butt cheeks are find. That was a powerful orgasm though so I may have done an excited squeal like I always do, that's all." He grins, squeezing the back of my neck, "No, it was a scream. The first scream I've ever fucked out of you." I say, "The first loud squeal you mean." Then Ryan says, "I've got to take a wild shit," and even though he's just repeating what I said ten minutes ago we both laugh our asses off. After those enemas we may not shit again until next Wednesday. We bath each other goofing around and playing with each other's private parts and when squeaky clean we kiss under the shower until the water turns luke warm and we turn it off and get out bitching about the small hot water heater in this apartment. We dry ourselves and then I finish drying Ryan hair with the hair dryer, saying afterwards, "Can't I give you a real haircut, Ryan? Your hair's too long to be cool." He says, "No, you can't." I go, "I'll pout!" and he says, "Go ahead." It's no good pouting if he doesn't care so I bag that idea and Ryan picks clothes out to wear to dinner. I give him a pair of Chubby's khaki's because mine are too long. Going down the steps to the parking lot bundled in our coats, Ryan says, "Dylan, I don't think I thanked you for today. I couldn't have got out from Marty's control without you. If I act stupid at times it's because I love you so much I don't know what to do sometimes. I don't know how to express it. I'm just learning how to show my love because you're the first person I've ever loved like this." I go, "Well, that's sweet, Ryan, and it makes me feel awesome, but I know how you could show me your love." He asks, "How," I say, "Let me cut that fucking hair of yours. It's too long for your size." He laughs, then says, "No!"

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

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