DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 55
by Donny Mumford
Danny, Robby, and me have finished off a lot of the vodka and had ourselves a pretty hot sexy time of it too. We only had underwear, socks, and sneakers on when we started our silly kissing contest, which led to oral sex on Robby's dick and then some time after that, either while Robby was fucking big loads out of Danny and me, or afterwards, we all took off the jockey shorts and made another drink. Who knows who's cup we were drinking this last unnecessary screwdriver from and none of us care anyway. We're hammered. I'm looking at Robby as he's telling Danny and me he can't decide who's ass is better for fucking, mine or Danny's. That would normally make me jealous because Robby's always said I have the best ass for fucking ever! Instead of being hurt though, I'm thinking he's the 'man' and Danny and me are the boys in this three-way. Undoubtedly the vodka has a lot to do with my state of mind, but so does the way Robby has been casually in charge of this evenings activities. Finally Robby asks, "Whaddaya wanna do now?" Danny's looking white as a ghost when he says, "I think I'm gonna throw-up," and I know he's not joking from the way he said it. Robby goes, "Get something on quickly guys and we'll skip down to the lavatory in case Danny's actually gonna
hurl." Half of Robby's words are slurred, but we understand what he said.
I pull on my khakis without bothering with underpants as Danny puts on my jockey shorts and his sweatshirt. Robby's got both his boxer shorts and his jeans on. Dressed like that we hurry down the corridor to the lavatory in bare feet. Danny's burping with every step he takes and inside the lavatory, with some guy in one of the stalls taking a shit, Danny hurls in the toilet one down from the occupied stall. Robby rubs Danny's back comforting him as I watch just outside the stall. Danny heaves again and then spits a number of times before standing up straight, muttering, "I think I'm done," and then he bends over and throws up again. Robby looks at me and all I can think of doing is shrug, so I do that as Danny's spitting again. Spitting after throwing up is certainly understandable because as we all know vomit doesn't taste good. He's done now and Robby leads him to the sink where we use wet paper towels to clean Danny up as he leans swaying against the sink. Robby and I exchange 'looks' as Danny, with his eyes closed, takes deep breaths. The stall door opens and a decent looking guy comes out, saying, "Been there, done that." I nod at him and give a weak smile as the guy washes his hands, then mumbles, "Good luck," and leaves.
Robby says, "Dylan, get Danny's toothbrush and toothpaste, um, mouthwash too if he has any." I jog back to Danny's room and look around until I find either his or Freddie's toiletry kit and bring the whole thing back with me to the lavatory. Robby brushes Danny's teeth for him, then cups water in his hand for Danny to slurp up and rinse out with. As Danny gargles with mouthwash I'm thinking how funny it is that even though I'm drunk too, when Danny hurled and I'm helping clean him up, I don't feel all that drunk. I'm fooling myself, of course... it's merely an allusion because Danny seems much worse off than me, but I know in my brain I'm quite drunk. I can tell Robby's acting as if he's fairly sober too helping Danny, but that premise goes kaput when Robby bumps into the molding around the door as we're leaving... ha ha. Back in Danny's dorm room we get the sweatshirt off him and get him to bed. He mutters, "Thanks," closes his eyes and goes to sleep just like that. Well, okay, mission accomplished. Robby ruffles Danny hair, and says to me "Lets collect the stuff we brought with us and toss it." Cups and orange juice bottles we put in the bag the ice came in and then finish getting dressed. I take off my khakis and put on Danny's underwear, since he's wearing mine, then my khakis again and my shirt and jacket. Robby and me take one more look around, then turn off the light and out we go.
As we're basically staggering down the steps, Robby says, "Poor Danny, I guess he can't handle the hard stuff." An ironic statement considering that Robby's usually the one who get the drunkest the fastest. Danny's hurling could have been caused by other factors than the vodka, although the vodka was the catalyst. Outside I take in deep breaths of cool spring air that actually is bordering on 'cold' air. Spring in New England can be cold and we've even had big snow storms in April, although that's rare. We light cigarettes with Robby saying, "It's a fucking good thing we can't smoke inside because drinking makes me want a cigarette and the cigarette makes me want to have another drink. One big vicious circle." I go, "Huh," because I don't feel like talking. As I matter of fact, if I didn't know better I'd say I might hurl myself. I'm swallowing repeatedly to stave off the horrible experience of throwing up. Robby mutters, "Where the fuck's the pickup?" I shrug and then bend over and throw up. It's ghastly! Robby's rubbing my back now, just like he did for Danny. It's comforting that he cares about my distress. Mine is a one timer, just the one big disgusting hurl. Straightening up and wiping my mouth with my handkerchief, I can't believe it's been me and Danny who hurled and not Robby. What I would give for a piece of gum right about now! Robby asks, "You okay now, babe?" I nod, "Yeah, but I still don't feel all that great. Robby puts his arm around my waist and we continue the search for the pickup.
Out of nowhere I remember, "Rob, it's in the upper lot. We parked near the quad." He asks, "You sure?" See, he's hammered too. I knew it! Yeah, but he didn't throw up. Two out of three is enough. Then, when we're on the upper lot Robby gives further evidence of his fucked up condition when he activates his key thingie at the wrong pickup. It's the same color as Robby's pickup, but it's not his. I see the taillights blink on Robby's pickup in the next row of cars. I pull on his arm, mumbling, "Wrong car, Rob." He looks up, "Oh yeah." We get into the right pickup and Robby drives like you drive when you know you're drunk, which is to say very cautiously and too slowly. Cops look for that as well as speeders. He does pretty well driving us the short distance to our place, except for missing the exits at Merrimack and going over the curb, and then doing the same thing at the entrance to our apartment complex. We bump over the curb and I look at Robby as he says, "None of these entrances have proper signage." I mumble, "Signage," as he drives around to our parking lot and parks in a perfectly legitimate parking spot ten feet from the back door. Of all the fuckin' luck! For once I'm happy about it though because considering our condition we'd probably get lost trying to find our way back from the next parking lot over.
At the back door it only take Robby three tries to punch in the correct four digit code. On the third try the green light blinks and in we go. Robby chuckles and mumbles, "Yeah, at least we picked the right building." We stumble up the stairs as I realize I need to take the biggest piss of my life, and never mind that fifteen minutes ago I was in a lavatory with ten urinals. I can't get the key to work at our apartment's door. Robby says, "Let me try," and I step back looking at the key to the Jeep that I'm holding. Fuck! We go inside and both go right for the bathroom first thing. Pissing together side by side we mostly hit the inside of the toilet, then I say, "Tylenol," and we bump into each other trying to get out of the bathroom door. Robby, mumbles, "Nice," sarcastically, like it's all my fault. We each take three Tylenol using bottled water to wash them down. Yawning, I plop down on the couch to rest and Robby sits next me. He puts his arm across my shoulders, asking, "What time is it?" Checking my wristwatch, I go, "What the fuck? It's only ten-thirty." He says, "Yeah? I thought it'd be one o'clock in the morning or something. We drank that vodka too quickly, that's the problem." I snuggle against him thinking he's awesome. "Rob, you said we were gonna have sex all night." He nods his head, but ignores that and says instead, "You've been awesome tonight, baby. Thanks for understanding that Danny's real special to me." I hug him, asking, "I'm more special though, right?" I hate being so needy, but I'm used to Robby treating me special and loving me more than life itself. That's what he's told me many times... he loves me more than life itself. This time he says, "You're both very special. Lets lay here a second." Not much of an endorsement.
We nestle together on the couch, our feet hanging over the arm at the other end with me feeling a little frightened that Robby seems to be leaning towards Danny. Sure, I see now that Danny's very submissive to Robby and all that, but Robby and I go way back and we've got a lot of history together. Maybe Robby's remembering some of the not so good parts of our history rather than all the excellent parts. I need him to think I'm the very special love of his life. Someone who will take care of me and adore and love me so much he never even looks at another guy. That's the way he used to feel about me, but now that prick Danny is sneaking into Robby's heart by brown-nosing and pretending to be the perfect boyfriend for Rob. I'm going to make Robby feel the way about me he used to. I'll be doting on him as much as Danny and suck up to Robby and carry his backpack and be the most attentive boyfriend during our study groups and never tease him again. And what's so bad about staying home while Robby's the head of the household. I'll take care of the baby too. I know what I'll do, I'll ask Robby exactly how he wants me to be and not argue about it. No arguing from me, I'll just say, 'Yes, Rob,' and do it. And then, but wait... listening to Robby's even breathing it occurs to me in my befuddled drunken brain that he's fallen asleep. Oh yeah, maybe I should leave him on this couch so he'll have a horrible night's
sleep and wakeup with a stiff neck. What the fuck's he mean we're both special? The fucking nerve! Okay, maybe I'm not thinking clearly tonight because, um, why... oh fuck it.
Then, somehow it's much later and as I try turning over I almost fall off the... the what? It's not our bed. Ambient light from the moon is just enough for me to see we're in the living room. Fuck! I fell asleep and had that terrible dream about needing to be taken care of and Robby loving Danny more than he loves me. Goddamn vodka! Stick to beer, Dylan, ya dumb shit. Oh god, I need to pee again. I lift Robby's arm off me and get up feeling dizzy. Then stumble my way to the bathroom bumping off a wall 'cause I'm half asleep, but make it to the bathroom. After a nice long piss I wash my hands and brush my teeth, rinse out and do it all over again, then gargle twice. Dropping my clothes on the floor I take a shower almost falling asleep with the water running. Oh man, that felt good. After partially drying myself and walking naked to the kitchen, I take three more Tylenol while drinking a pint of orange juice before remembering the screwdrivers last night and gag. Fuck orange juice! Looking at Robby, I'm not sure if I'm mad at him or if I want to suck his dick and tell him he's always going to be 'my man'. I decide I'll decide later and gently wake him up. He doesn't know where he is as I guide him to the bedroom with his eyes mostly closed. I suppose the light in the bedroom hurts his eyes after being asleep in the dark. Holding him steady, I drop his pants and sit him on the bed. As I'm unbuttoning his shirt, he clearly says, "Dylan, don't forget the ironing board."I mumble, "Sure, Rob," and get him under the covers, then climb in bed naked after him.
I decide I love him so I hug him while inhaling his familiar scent, mmm. Then without thinking I take the elastic from his ponytail and run my fingers through his longish hair. Man, I'd love to give Robby haircuts like I used to. Hell, I remember our first summer together he used to do whatever I did, including having his hair cut like mine. Willie did that too way back before I even knew Robby. That's way back when Willie and I first started going out together on dates. He was really something back then alright. Especially when compared to my only other sex buddy, fat Carl. Yeah, Willie seemed like a dream come true compared to fat Carl. I knew who Robby was back then, of course, but I didn't 'know' him. It wasn't long after I met him that I was wondering who I loved, Robby or Willie. Robby was my eventual choice and after three years I still love him and he loves me, I'm sure of that. The thing is though, now I think I love Robby the way he used to love me and now he loves me the way I used to love him. I'm chasing him now instead of the other way around, in other words. Ryan was my competition last year for Robby's number one attention and now it's Danny. Ryan chose me over Robby eventually, but will Danny do the same? Unlikely, and will Robby's increasing attraction to Danny continue to grow when they're living together? Will that bond Danny to Robby, and Robby to Danny? That's a dangerous possibility and one that worries me. It's strange the way I want somebody to love me and when they do completely I take them for granted. Robby told me point blank I take him for granted. Or maybe I just always want something to worry about.
That must have been my last thought before falling back to sleep because the sun's in my eyes waking me and the last thought I remember is the one with me wondering if I always need something to worry about. I wonder if I should worry about that? Huh. Looking at my watch I have a moment of fear because it's quarter to eleven and we have a class at eleven. Robby's still sleeping off our drunk from last night. Then I remember my drunken ramblings last night on the couch, or was that a dream? And the other shit I was musing about before I fell back to sleep after taking a shower. That wasn't a dream, but it was still alcohol related nonsense. Robby still loves me way more than Danny and we're still going to do all the things we've planned to do together. That's the fact of the matter, but to be sure I'm going to stop taking Robby for granted. Actually I don't think I am taking him for granted so my job is to convinced Robby of that. Okay, so I'll treat the Danny situation as a real threat and because it is I'll pretend Robby's and my plans aren't a sure thing even though I know in my heart they are. Just to be sure though I'll be even more attentive to Robby's needs and do less messing around teasing him. Be a more serious person, like Robby. After all I do love him and sincerely feel he deserves me to be the best boyfriend for him I can be. That's all I can do, be the best I can be.
Remembering Ryan, I get up and pad into the bathroom to get my cellphone from the clothes on the bathroom floor. So he doesn't worry about us, I text Ryan that we'll be missing today's class. Then pick up my clothes, and after taking everything out of my pant's pockets, the dirty clothes get thrown in the overflowing hamper. Back in the bedroom, looking at Robby still sleeping, I smile because he looks funny with his longish hair framing his head on the pillow. He's as pretty as any girl I've ever seen. I thought of that because his hair is more like a girl's than a boy's. In a ponytail it doesn't make him look like a girl, but loose like this it does. Naturally I've got a hangover headache, but all the Tylenol I took last night has helped a lot. I can manage this level of headache. Gently shaking Robby, thinking how glad I am we'll miss today's class, he opens his eyes for a second, then closes them again, asking, "Time to get up already?" I go, "We overslept, Rob. It's almost eleven." He sits up, then holds his head, saying, "What the fuck? My head!" Then, "Shit, we're missing the first half of the lecture." First half? I ask, "You want to make the second session?" He looks at me, "Of course. Did you shower?" I shrug, "Yeah, why?" and he goes, "Good! I'll take one real fast and we'll get our asses over there." I text Ryan again, saying, 'Our conscientious boss man says we'll be there for the second half of class'. There's a twenty minute break between the first and second session so we've got plenty of time to get there before it starts. Ryan text back asking if we're okay and I type one word in reply: 'Hangover!' He texts back: 'LOL'
I'm dressed and putting on my sneakers when Robby comes out of the bathroom drying himself. "Dammit, Dylan, couldn't you just one time think to set the alarm? Do I need to do everything? How about you work with me a little for once. Try taking responsibility once in awhile. If I don't do it, it doesn't get done. No study groups, no getting you up in time for class, no whatever the fuck... it doesn't get done unless I make it get done and I'm sick of doing everything." I'm staring at him wondering, who the fuck is this? My first inclination is to say, 'go fuck yourself'. I mean he's suppose to be in charge! Yeah, but I'm committed to not taking him for granted anymore, so instead of 'go fuck yourself', I say, "You're right, Rob, I'm sorry. I'll do better starting now." He makes a 'face', then says, "Oh, jeez. I'm sorry, babe. Didn't mean to jump down your throat like that. It's this fuckin' hangover and I'm frustrated that I let us get so drunk when we have class the next day. Didn't mean to take it out on you." Still, he must have been thinking the things he said or why would he say those things? Anyway I say, "No, it's my fault too, Rob, you're right. I need to act my age and take some responsibility instead of just assuming it's your job." He says, "Sure, okay, whatever. Hand me some underwear." I pass him boxer short and then
hand him the rest of the clothes one item at a time. I can be Robby's valet, or man servant, or whatever they're called. Oh goodie, Robby says we have time for coffee in take-our cups. With plastic cups of coffee in one hand we grab our backpacks and hurry down the steps.
During the ride over, I say, "Last night was fun, Rob. I really like your other boyfriend, Danny." He tries smiling, and finally mumbles, "I'm glad you do, Dylan. He likes you too. Um, don't forget the haircuts today for you two, and that's something you can take responsibility for yourself. Don't wait for me to tell you when you need a haircut, just stay on a three week schedule. Don't go longer than three weeks between haircuts and you remind Danny too so I won't need to. It'll be one less thing I need to think about. I kinda really am liking my twin boyfriends getting along and wearing that burr haircut though. I'm glad Ryan cuts your hair that way. Yeah, and I'll like it even more if I live through this fucking hangover." I go, "Sure, Rob, whatever you say," and he glances at me, saying, "Put a note about haircuts in your cellphone so you don't forget... you and Danny get haircuts every three weeks." I nod my head and type those instructions in the 'notes' section of my iPhone. Now all I need to do is remember to look at the notes. As we're parking, he says, "I gotta find out what time baseball practice is this afternoon, so you go on and I'll meet you in class. I know we don't have a game." I nod my head thinking I'll get Ryan to give me my haircut while Robby and Danny are at practice. That way it'll be done when Robby gets home. "Um, Rob, are you still asking Danny over for dinner tonight?" Robby's taking off his backpack, saying, "Yeah, and you might as well tell Ryan to stay for dinner after we do the free weight lifting program because we still need to do our study group." I'm thinking, 'balls!' but go, "Sure thing, boss," and he adds, "You and Ryan will need to shop for tonight's dinner too. Is Chubby going to be home for dinner?" I say, "I'll text him right now." This is what I meant about being more attentive. Normally I would have said something like, 'How should I know,' and leave it at that. Now I take action and get right on it. Yeah, except Chubby doesn't text back. Hope I remember to try later.
Robby says, "Oh, good, there's George. I'll ask him about practice. See you in class, Dylan," then he says, "Take care of this for me, will ya?" and hands me his backpack. I take it and he jogs over to three guys who look like jocks and I continue to the lecture hall wondering who George is. Never heard him refer to a George before. There are kids milling around outside the door of the lecture hall and some sitting on the steps. Some are smoking and they're all on break between sessions. We've got ten minutes before the second half of class. I'm anxious to see Ryan and hoping he'll build up my ego a little after the hit it's taken last night and then again this morning. Robby never used to criticize me or yell at me like he's been doing recently. Then I stop in my tracks seeing Ryan by himself smoking. I didn't recognize him at first because he has a new preppy looking haircut. His ponytail is gone and he didn't even let me have the fun of giving him the haircut. I actually get tears in my eyes I'm so shocked and disappointed. Why would Ryan do this to me? I'm not having a good day at all! Ryan's hair is a regular length with a straight part on the side and it's all combed neatly over to the side in a nerdy manner. It's Danny Monday's preppy haircut all over again. I actually feel embarrassed that Ryan would do this to me. He who claims he loves me. It's like a slap in the face. Oh man, I'm having a really bad day!
Slinging a strap of Robby's backpack over my shoulder I trudge toward Ryan because what else can I do? When he looks up and sees me coming he gets a puss on his face instead of a smile, but then I can't force a smile on my face either. I'm four feet from him when he looks around and sees no one can hear him. Then, like he's angry, he says, "I'm not in the mood for taking any shit from you about this haircut, Dylan. So save it! My dad asked me to get a regular haircut and I did it for him. We had family visiting us over the Easter weekend and my dad wanted me to look good so he could brag about me. Dad's a dork, but I love him and was glad to do something for him after all mom and dad have done for me. So save your bullshit about the haircut." I listen with a neutral expression on my face, wondering what planet he's from and what he did with my Ryan? Controlling my anger, I simply say, "Ryan, I'm glad to see you. I missed you a lot and I was going to say you look sexy and extra cute with your new preppy haircut." Now he smiles, then says, "Can we start over?" I nod my head and take four steps back, then walk up to him again and this time he hugs and kisses me, saying in my ear, "I love you." and I repeat what I told him I was gonna say, "Ryan, I'm so glad to see you. I've really missed you and you look so sexy and cute with your new preppy haircut too." He grins hugging me and swaying us a bit, then whispers in my ear, "Do you love me?" I look him in the eyes, and say, "Yes, I've fallen in love with you," and then blush because I had no idea I was going to say that.
He frowns, "Really? Because I won't have you making fun of me about that. It would hurt me too much, Dylan." I'm getting yelled at a lot today and I haven't done a fucking thing wrong. My feelings are taking a beating here and as much as I hate getting like this my face is hot and red and there are tears in my eyes again. I say, "Don't yell at me, Ryan. Yes, I love you. Why would I make fun of that?" He looks contrite, "Sorry. You're always joking about stuff or teasing and I thought that's what you were doing. I'm sorry," and he puts his arm across my shoulders giving my shoulders a hug. I don't know, but I was feeling kind of like a little boy earlier with Robby yelling at me, and now I'm feeling that way with Ryan. What the fuck's wrong with me? I'm glad Robby comes over to give Ryan a hug because I was at a lost what to say. Robby's like, "New hairdo, Ryan. It's like Danny's. You're not planning on moving in on my other boyfriend too are you?" He said that in an obviously joking manner, adding, "Just kidding, dude," and Ryan takes it as kidding. I guess that's because Ryan can take Robby at his word, but not me because sometimes I mess around and tease. That must be it, and okay I'm pouting a little bit, but my two favorite boyfriends both yelled at me and basically dissed me, disrespected me like I'm some kind of clown who's not to be taken seriously.
We go inside with Ryan explaining to Robby the same reason he gave up the ponytail that he told me. Robby's saying, "Now that you gave up your ponytail, Ryan, I'm feeling funny with mine. You abandoned me." They laugh and Ryan says, "I sacrificed for my folks," and Robby says, "No better reason than that." I guess Ryan's family is tight like the Dickers family. My family is tight too but we don't ask each other to do things they don't want to do like have a family reunion every other fucking month or cut our ponytail off if we had one. I'm not talking to these two for the rest of the day and maybe they'll stop yelling at me. My note taking in class is like I'm taking dictation. It's to keep my mind off my boyfriends who both seem more than a little disappointed in me. It's like I can't do anything right, or the way they want me to do whatever. Their way I guess is the right way and mine the wrong way. Poor dumb me.
After class we're having a cigarette walking to the pickup to go out for lunch, as Robby says, "I've got to drive back here after lunch for baseball practice anyway, so we can all go in the pickup." Ryan asks, "What'd you guys do to get your hangovers?" and Robby fills him on our dinner at Burtons and about Danny working on 'his' crew this summer so we celebrated that fact by drinking a bottle of vodka." He closing with, "Of course, the children both threw-up, but ya know..." saying it jokingly and squeezing the back of my neck. I shrug his hand off me as we stop at the pickup. Robby unlocks the doors with his key thingie and Ryan walks around to the passenger side with me. Not wanting to sit between these two because they might start yelling at me in stereo, so I say, "Would you please get in the middle, Ryan." He says, "No, you're sitting in the middle," and he grabs my arm pulling me towards the passenger door. Though all my perceived put downs by Robby and Ryan, him telling me forcefully that I need to sit in the middle comes across as dominant and I can't help but tighten my groin muscles as my dick quivers. Shit! I look at him and he grins, saying, "I'm kidding you, what's wrong?" but I still get in the middle with Ryan getting in beside me trying to mess around squeezing my thigh and asking again, "What's wrong, Dylan?" Shaking my head like nothings wrong. Anyway I'm finally getting a little fucking attention so I keep up my pout even though I hate myself for being so childish.
Robby starts the pickup and drives towards McDonalds with Ryan and him exchanging their Easter break experiences. Ryan tell him his plane was delayed last night coming back here and he didn't get to Logan until almost midnight and blah, blah, blah. Inside McDonalds, after we get our food, we sit with Ears Henderson and his shadow, Scott Tinsdale. They keep the conversation going describing the double date they finally managed to have. It's their first date at Merrimack, not just this year, but including their freshman year too. It's a very funny, self deprecating description of a double date with every conceivable thing going wrong and everyone's laughing. I even manage to smile. After lunch, walking to the pickup my silent treatment's finally working as both Ryan and Robby try to find out what's troubling me and they're being so sincere about it. I'm trying to remember specifically what I pissed off about the most too. Oh yeah, everyone yelling at me, that's it. I can't give that pussy reason though. Instead, inside the pickup, I say, "It's nothing, guys. I'm wicked hungover and barely able to go through the motions today." Ryan hugs my shoulders, and as we park, Robby says, "See if you can cheer up our boyfriend, Ryan, I've got practice." Outside the pickup Robby says, "Okay, guys I'll see ya in about two hours. We doing the lifting today. Ryan?" Ryan says, "Lets skip today's workout considering our boyfriend's condition." Robby like, "Good deal, but we've still got the study group and you need to give Dylan a good tight haircut." Ryan goes, "Oh yeah, like we discussed on the phone?" Robby goes, "Yeah, and can you stay for dinner?" Ryan's like, "Always, dude, thanks." Robby laughs, "Good, but you and Dylan need to shop for the food too. We have nothing in the refrigerator." Ryan's got his arm draped around the back of my neck, "No problem, Rob, we'll do the shopping," and he hugs me against him, saying, "Me and my talkative boyfriend here will make a trip to Stop and Shop."
Robby waves at us and jogs away. Now I'm alone with Ryan and I desperately want him to love me and show me that he does. I lean into him hoping to make-up for being so quiet. Okay, to make up for pouting to be more precise, and I know Ryan hates pouting. Bumping his side again, Ryan grins, saying, "Come on, mister happy, my Mini's parked down on the next lot." As we walk I keep bumping into his side, telling him, "Don't call me mister happy. I'll bet you wouldn't be especially happy either if me and Robby were yelling at you all morning." He chuckles, "I wouldn't do anything to warrant getting yelled at." I go, "Neither did I." He stops and faces me, "Okay, this is my official and sincere apology for yelling at you. I'm very sorry, but I was self-conscious about my preppy haircut and I knew you'd be upset I let someone else cut my hair." I look at his hair, saying, "I can see why you'd be self-conscious." he goes, "Hey!" and I say, "No, I was kidding. What I meant to say is, apology accepted and thank you. Also, I do love you." We start walking again, with Ryan asking, "Are you serious about that?" I say, "Yep, I just realized it for real this morning. I'm in love with two people at the same time and you're both quite different." He asks, "Who's the other
guy?" and we laugh as we come up to his Mini. Ryan gently pushes me against the Mini with him standing right in front of me. "Dylan, this is a fantastic development for me. Thank you." I nod my head as I look back at him keeping a serious expression on my face so he knows I not kidding around.
He stares at me and I unconsciously smell the back of my hand until Ryan reaches up and takes my hand away, holding on to it. "You need to tell Robby that you're in love with me, ya know. It's only fair." Nodding my head, I say, "Okay." He nods at me now, then says, "Good. Now get your cute ass in the car and we'll go to Stop & Shop." I feel funny and then grab hold of him and hug him to me tightly without saying anything. Just for two seconds and then I let go and walk around to the passenger side. In the car Ryan and me exchange nervous grins, still not saying anything, and he drives to Stop & Shop without either of us talking. I'm continuing to wonder what's happening to me, although I do feel like I'm in love with Ryan. That shouldn't be news to me though because I've been thinking I might be in love for a month or so, but somehow in my head it's like 'official' now. I'm officially in love with him and it's one of those things that when I'm with Robby I'm positive I love him more than Ryan, and the reverse when I'm with Ryan. Right now I'd like to crawl all over Ryan kissing, hugging, licking, and sucking his cock and ass, lips and mouth until he fucked me really hard and my climax almost blows my boner off. My dick's hard thinking about that and I need to concentrate so as not to do a quiet moan of sexual arousal, or maybe cum in my pants. I get the sexual hots for Ryan that can be so intense I can barely control myself. He knows I'm hot for him, but he isn't aware how hot the sexual heat I feel for him at times can be. And of course I don't understand it, but what's new about that?
As Ryan's parking at Stop & Shop, he says, "You're being quiet again, Dylan. That's not like you. You always have a lot to say." I go, "Not really, I don't talk that much. Right now I was thinking how I'd like to be in bed with you and suck your cock and rim your ass until you decided it's time to fuck me hard." He smiles, "You sexy thing. Be careful, I haven't had sex in almost five days and for guys like you and me that's way too long, huh?" I nod, "So are we gonna do it this afternoon?" He looks concerned, "Yeah, sure we are, don't we always. Hey, tell me what's wrong. You're not at all like yourself." I shrug, "I don't know, Ryan. Just what I said I guess. And I want to be sure you still love me like you used to, that's all. I don't think Robby does." He goes, "Oh, is this a sort of rebound thing. Robby doesn't love you enough so you turn to good old reliable Ryan." I'd forgotten that Ryan can't imagine anyone loving him romantically, so he's looking for the 'but' in my confession of love for him. He thinks there's some ulterior motive for me telling him I love him." I say, "No, Ryan, it's not like that. I've been thinking I've fallen in love with you for weeks, but just this morning it became clear to me that I had fallen in love with you for real. It has nothing to do with Robby." After saying that I'm not at all sure that's true. It does have something to do with Robby, and with Danny, and me too. I see now that it wouldn't be far fetched to imagine Robby easily finding someone he loves more than me. Someone more compatible with his responsible ways and who he has more in common with... like another baseball player. I can see that now from the way he is with Danny. I need to think about it some more though. Ryan says, "Okay, I believe you, but just to be safe I'm telling myself this is a rehearsal for you being in love with me. We'll see how it goes before considering it written in stone. Okay?" I go, "Whatever you say, Ryan," and he laughs, "You're being so strange today."
Inside I see a cute guy right away, but he doesn't work here and he's going out the door with another guy that looks sort of like him, but younger. Probably his brother. Resisting the urge to turn around and watch him walk away, because that's a no-no, I grab a basket and ask Ryan, "What should be get?" He laughs, "I'm the driver, you're the chef." I go, "Okay," and we shop getting chicken breasts, rice, mushrooms, a red onion, and corn on the cob from Florida. It's not as good as local corn, but we won't have that until July. Ryan insists on paying for the groceries and then we're outta there without me seeing another guy around my age, or any age for that matter, of interest to me. It's a short ride down route 114 to the apartment. During the ride I tell Ryan I'll slice the mushroom and sauté them with chopped onion and dump the rice, when it's cooked, into the pan with the mushrooms and onion, add soy sauce and make a version of refried rice. Maybe add some Red Hot sauce. Chicken breast on the grill, the corn on the cob we'll husk and boil for five minutes and serve with butter and some salt. He goes, "You're cooking when we're married too," and I know he's kidding, but I don't contradict him because I need a backup plan, and I could do a hellava lot worse than marrying Ryan.
Inside the apartment I put everything in the refrigerator as Ryan hands each item to me. Teamwork. Then I lean against him and hug him while kissing his neck and loving how he smells. Ryan puts the side of his forefinger under my chin lifting my face and gives me one of his wonderfully sexy kisses like no one else can match. We make-out bumping against the small kitchen table, my hands in the hair at the back of his head and his arms around my back holding me tightly against him. His scraggily curly beard feels very sexy and manly and I'm soon sporting an aching boner and loving making-out with Ryan. Very sexually aroused, I whisper in his ear, "Fuck me, Ryan," and lick his ear, then drag my tongue along his jaw where some whiskers are growing and then his tongue is in my mouth again. His tongue is perfect. It's fairly firm, very pink, and very actively sexy. So is Ryan and I move my body against his as I make a whiny sound of desire.
Ryan licks up the front of my nose twice, then murmurs, "I want to fuck you in bed." He takes my hand and walks me back to my bedroom, puts his glasses on the bureau, pulls his shirt over his head, and says, "Get undressed." I do that quickly and when I pull off my underwear my boner slaps up against my belly drooling precum. Ryan's standing here naked grinning at me, then he gets by wet cock in his fist, saying, "Come with me," and like he's done before, he uses my cock as a leash and leads me to the bed where he pulls the covers down to the bottom of the mattress. When he lets go of my boner it go up against my stomach again and I sigh feeling a submissiveness beginning to form in my brain. I stare at Ryan's large cock that's only semi-hard at the moment, but still looking massive compared to his smallish body. Ryan's arm goes around my waist and he pulls both of us on the bed with him on top of me. We make out squirming our naked bodies together until I almost climax. I say, "Let me suck your cock, Ryan." He goes, "If you did that I'd cum in a minute, Dylan. I'm so horny! I really want to cum inside your ass," and he sits up on his knees looking down at me, saying, "Turn over on your stomach. I want to fuck you that way, but it'll be a quick one. We'll do it slow later." I flop over and he says, "Get that ass of yours up!" I push my ass up and he smacks my ass deliberately, and hard, "SMACK... SNACK... SMACK... SMACK...SMACK!" and I yelp out, "That really stings, Ryan," and I get, "SMACKSMACKSMACK" real fast as a beautiful submissive sort of cloud settles on me and takes hold. I sigh again keeping my ass up off the bed for Ryan to spank or fuck.
I haven't felt so dreamily submissive for awhile now and it's so nice, such a welcome calming feeling. No worries now because Ryan will take care of everything as my red ass stings and burns, but feels good at the same time. Ryan murmurs, "Good, Dylan. Did you know you are so very special, especially to me." He lean over me with a hand on either side of my chest, in a pushup position. Lowering his head he gently kisses the side of my cheek, then murmurs in my ear, "Be with me always, Dylan, I'll make the most perfect love with you. You and me might be an unlikely pair, but I think we were born to be with each other." Another kiss, and an instruction, "Keep your ass up for me, okay?" and he goes back up on his knees, his feet behind him. He strokes his cock a few times, then spreads my legs a little as I shiver with delicious anticipation. Looking back I see he staring at me with a nice little smile on his lips as he takes his cock in his smallish fist and pulls it down to touch my asshole. Still holding it in his fist he leans forward and spreads the lips of my asshole a little, then a little more and then, "Aaaah, ooh," as it slides tightly past my sphincter. I moan and squirm a little dropping my ass, and "SMACK! SMACK!" "Ow, ooh, mmm, oh Ryan." "Keep it up, Dylan." His fat cock spreads the walls of my rectum slowly as I feel totally dominated by Ryan's demeanor, him spanking me, and his huge cock. I
moan, "Oooh, Ryan, mmm, yeaaah."
My eyes close without me realizing it, so I open them and look back to see five inches of hard boner still outside my ass. Ryan let go of his cock when the head was inside me, and he holds my hips. Leaning forward slightly, staring at me, his cock goes further up my ass. I smile as my shoulders do a little shudder and he grins back, mouthing, "I love you," and it makes me feel really good. He looks so fucking cute with his preppy haircut, a haircut I wish I could have cut for him. Then I close my eyes and fantasize Ryan dominantly having sex with me forever. When I'm having sex with Ryan, or sometimes just hanging out with him, I easily fall into a submissive postu re. It's like with Willie and me when we went out together for so long. This submissive feeling is why I stayed with Willie for two solid years and then on and off after that. He'd ingrained in my brain that he's dominant over me and I loved being submissive to him. Now it like that with Ryan only better because Ryan does love me and with Willie it was more like I was his favorite pet or a treasured possession. Ryan was dominant with me from early on, and he was extremely dominant in our early days of having sex together... and still dominant after the sex at times. It's a mutual experience that requires both parties to be happy with their role. It started about a year ago now, and it continued in one form or another until he moved to Georgia. Then again last fall and now when I'm with Ryan I slip into my submissive role easily, like tonight. Just a spanking and I remember my place, or my brain does. It makes my dick feel so good and somewhere low in my stomach too. It's a sexy squirmy feeling just above my balls making me feel all gooey and good. It's the best feeling ever and Ryan can get me there so easily. And he knows it.
Even in a dreamy submissive state of mind when I'm idolizing Ryan I'm still aware my rectum hurts from being stretched with his big fat cock going up my ass. Ryan continues to lean further forward impaling me with his extra large and extremely hard organ that actually gains in size as he gets more and more aroused, but the hurt can't compare with the pleasurable aspects. Not when Ryan's fucking me dominantly, not even close, and whenever he fucks me now it's sub/dom sex even when it feels like lovers sex. That's just the way it is with us and we both know it. I moan, "Ummmm," with pleasure, but a little because of the pain too. Moaning is an involuntary process mostly because of the sexual pleasure he's giving me, like a precious gift. Sure, Ryan feels sexual pleasure too, but somehow I know that with Ryan his number one objective is making me happy and making me feel sexually satisfied. I know that with Ryan even more than with Robby and nobody else is even in the discussion. Side-sex with buddies is more like every man for himself. I'd like to be hugging Ryan's tight body to mine and have his tongue in my mouth and his lips on mine as his cock goes up my ass. Can't do that in this position though, not with me laying on my stomach. Having sex with Ryan, no matter that I wish I was on my back, I'd never think of saying, 'No, do it this way or that way'. We both know that during sex he's one hundred percent in charge and that I'm to follow and do what I'm told. That's the sexy submissive part. My favorite times with Ryan are the times he got so dominant I'd feel like his little boy, or maybe a little boy he's taking care of. That's the dreamiest most sexually arousing sex ever, but he needs to be very hard on me and he won't do it now. Not since in he fell in love with me months ago. Maybe as a favor he'll do it again for me sometime.
Now Ryan's belly is flat against my buttocks, his big balls hanging against the back of my scrotum. I've kept my ass off the bed a full six inches, which requires some effort. He said I'm to keep my ass up for him and that's what a submissive bottoms like me enjoys doing... pleasing our dominant sex partners and doing what we're told. A shiver of pleasure surges through me just thinking that thought. Ryan leaves his big cock filling me up to the max as my rectum tries desperately to adjust and accommodate it's friendly, very sexy visitor. Ryan does the pushup thing again leaning his head to mine and my eyes strain to the side of their sockets looking up to see him. His lips on my ear, he murmurs a caring question, "Are you doing okay, Dylan?" I nod my head sliding it on the pillow and watch him grin. "You love this don't you?" I grin and do the sliding head nod again. He whispers, "So do I," with his lips brushing my ear and I get another delicious shiver. He adds, "The next best sex I've ever had with someone else I didn't enjoy one-hundredth as much as I enjoy sex with you." It's an indescribably incredibly pleasurable sensation being so totally filled up in my rectum with my anus stretch unbelievably. It's so awesomely sexy and intimate and Ryan knows
just the right combination of dominance and loving reverence for me.
He gets up on his knees again, quietly saying, "I had to wait a couple of minutes because I almost had an orgasm going up your ass. I'm good to go now though." He grabs my hips again and then his hips start moving slowly withdrawing his cock and that big head on the end with the expanded neck sets off ten thousand sensation in my ass and I shudder with pleasure. Then he drives it in a little faster and smoother as I hear a noisy inhale and then a long noisier exhale from Ryan just before the sounds, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," of males fucking fill my ears and I start my squirming and moaning while trying to recognize every scintillating vibration from untold nerve endings in my ass and balls and cock. Those pleasure sensations spread to my belly and the upper inside area of my thighs. "Aaaah, Ryaaan, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooh," and "Slap, slap, slap, slap," with me now rubbing my face back and forth on the pillow drooling saliva as I moan with pleasure and my whole body tingles. Ryan's body slaps into my ass as his long fat cock drills it's way up my ass and just as quickly pulls back and then slides very tightly but smoothly back all the way up my ass. A long ride of immense pleasure and I'm bouncing on the bed a little now unable to even tell one fabulous sensation from another. They've all come together in one glorious sexual extravaganza that ends after only three minutes of total sexual bliss like I can't begin to describe. A last hump up my ass as Ryan lays on me humping against my buttocks blowing out a loud raspy breath as a gush of cum saturates my insides and I squeal with cum streaming from my cock straight down pooling right under my sizzling boner. Then another grunt and moan from Ryan, who's now almost limply humping against my ass as he lays on my back. I can't keep my ass off the bed any longer so I drop it and my crotch meets the big cum wet spot under me. We lay here doing the deep breathing necessary after the explosions of energy required for orgasms and the trip before orgasm. Blissful energy of the best kind possible. Nothing in the world can match it.
Ryan moans, "Mmmm, ooh, man," then he quietly says, "That one was mostly for me. Sorry, but I needed that so badly, oh my god, I got to do it with you, Dylan, my favorite person on this planet and most likely my favorite person in the freakin' cosmos." He chuckles, "Damn, that was something. You're the most awesome person and you have the most awesome ass and the cutest face." He stops to laugh at himself, then says, "It's all true, but please try to forget I was dorky enough to say all that. Jesus, I'm pathetic, ha ha, It's your fault, Dylan. Telling me you're in love with me, and me being totally horny for almost five days now, thinking about you most of those five days." Okay, this is more like it. Heh heh, I'm spoiled, I know I know, but who doesn't like being appreciated? Surely it's not just me. Ryan slides off me to lay beside me, pulling his cock out of my ass sort of sideways making my shoulder shudder again, and a low, "Mmmm," from me. It felt good. Ryan gets his arm under me and pulls me onto my side facing him. He hugs me and kisses my face a few times, then without talking we snuggle together until he says, "Get the covers, Dylan." I slide down grabbing the covers and pulling them up with me, covering both of us. We move around getting comfortable, me in Ryan's arms feeling safe and looked after and taken care of. I loved that he told me to get the covers even though he's the one who dragged then to the foot of the bed. Ryan does the 'in charge' stuff as good as Robby... maybe better. They both only do it when they think of it, or when they feel like it. That's okay too. Come to think of it, I believe Robby does it now without realizing he's doing it. It's just become natural. I like that too.
Snuggling in Ryan's arms and having nicer thought of Robby is so nice. I don't know what I was thinking earlier. I'm fine and so are Ryan and Robby. Danny too, we're all fine. It was that fucking vodka last night that got me thinking crazy thoughts. Yeah, but I think I was also unnerved seeing Danny and Robby being lovey/dovey. I'll get used to it, and while those two are lovey/dovey Ryan and I can be that way too. Maybe that's how it should be anyway. Ryan and me and Robby and Danny. Ryan shows me more love than Robby. At least lately he has. Then the thought of losing Robby scares me again, like it actually might happen. No, I know it won't, but I snuggle in with Ryan more anyway because he makes me feel safe and loved and taken care of. Did I mention that before? Ryan murmurs, "You make me feel so good, Dylan. No one else has ever made me feel this good." I grin, "That's the idea, ya nut. I want you to love me like people dream of being loved." He rubs my head, "I do! I do love you that way, but you're still getting that tight burr haircut today just the same." I ask, "Why?" He chuckles, "Because you said Robby told you to tell me to do it, but mostly because it's working. I've got you to say you're in love with me. It's a trial run sure, but what a big break through." I turn my head so I'm looking him in the eyes, asking, "What's the haircut got to do with that?" He says, "It's part of my plan to remind you of your place. Your my submissive lover boy and I'm your dominant
lover man." I grin, "You'll be happy to know I like the sound of that, but
there's lots of responsibility that goes with that on your part, and maybe it'll never be permanent." He says, "I can dream, can't I?" Jesus, I'm saying things to Ryan that I've said to Robby. The thing is I mean it, I did like the sound of submissive lover boy and dominant lover man. Yeah, that's what I've been talking about forever.
We lay here hugging and doing some kissing and laughing, silly listing the things we like about each other until Ryan says, "Give it up, Dylan, I could go on listing things about you that are awesome long after you've run out of making things up you like about me." I put my finger on his nose, "Did I mention your cute nose?" He says, "Yeah, a half dozen times. You need to repeat yourself to come up with awesome things about me." I kiss him and he takes over the kiss and gets me squirming in his arms rubbing my body against his, and then gasping, "Fuck me again, Ryan, please." He does and it's a long lazy fuck face to face with my legs up and back towards my head, my legs bending at the knees, Ryan on his knees hunched down with his legs spread. We're kissing and licking each other's face and lips almost all the way through our sex with me floating above the bed in submissive sexual pleasure so intense I forget where I am, but not who's there in the air floating and fucking with me. We cum at almost the same time about twenty minutes after his cock slid tightly up my ass again. We lay hugging for awhile after our climaxes until Ryan says, "Here's what we're gonna do. We're going to get out of bed now, change the sheets, then take a shower together. Do not ask me to fuck you in the shower though. My dick is almost raw from fucking your perfect ass twice in an hour. It might take as long as two hours to recover. How's your bum?" I grin, my arms around his neck pulling his forehead to mine, I go, "How the fuck do you think it feels? It's as sore as your dick, and I've never felt finer. I feel awesome sexually satisfied too, thanks to you, and I'll probably feel that way for up to two hours." He laughs, then I say, "In case I haven't told you, you smell good. Your skin smells good." He smiles, "Damn, what a nice thing to tell someone."
As we're changing the bed, I go, "I still didn't get a chance to suck your big cock." He says, "You're just trying to get out of your haircut." I go, "No way. You cutting my hair is like a fetish to me. I almost cum in my pants." He laughs, "You're so full of it." I go, "It's true. It's one of the two fetishes I have." He goes, "The things you admit to. Now I'll be thinking about that every time I'm giving you a haircut." I shrug, "Just being honest." In a matter of fact way, he says, "Ya know, Dylan, if we're gonna be real lover boyfriends there certain things I kinda insist on." I say, "I won't have any problem with any of them, Ryan. Do you want me to tell Robby I'm in love with you tonight?" He goes, "Jesus, no! When it's just the two of you, and you feel the mood is right, then tell him. Let me know when you tell him and I'll have a man to man talk with Robby and see what he has to say. We all want to stay friends and we definitely don't want to flaunt us being in love at Robby. You know, if you guys have an argument sometime don't bring me into it." I say, "What if the argument's about you." He chuckles, mumbling, "Still don't bring me into it." I laugh, then mutter, "Yes, boss." He adds, "It'll be two separate love affairs." I go, "He loves Danny Monday." Ryan stops putting a clean pillowcase on one of the pillows, "What? He told you that?" I go, "Yeah, last night when we were drinking he said we're both special and he loves us both." Ryan frowns thinking about that. Then he says, "Get my glasses for me Dylan, will ya." I pick them up off the bureau and take them to him, then slide them on him, sliding them up his cute little nose. He smiles, then says, "Okay then, it's three separate love affairs. Assuming Rob knew what he was saying last night considering the vodka intake, him loving Danny too might make things easier for us. If he loves Danny, why can't you be in love with me?" I say, "No reason, but I'm in love with you whether Robby's in love with Danny or not." He looks at me a few seconds, then like he's amazed he says, "You really mean it, don't you?" I go, "Yeah, I do," and he says, "Wow. Um, oh never mind, lets take that shower now."
to be continued Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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