DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 57
By Donny Mumford
This has turned out to be one hellava good day for me, especially in the sex department. Danny Monday and me are just now leaving Ryan's dorm after an interestingly hot sexual experience. We're on our way to rejoin the guys at the apartment for some beers and laughs while playing drinking games. You know, get a little drunk for no other reason than we feel like it. As a college student that's the only reason you need for excessive drinking. Anyway, before our sex act together I gave Danny the burr haircut Robby wants him to have, which of course Danny hates. Then, in the interest of building a nice relationship us twin boyfriends did the fucking I alluded to. Danny slipped easily into the dominant role and me into the submissive one. I didn't actually achieve a deep submissive sense this time, but I have a feeling I might during future sexual encounters. I see potential in Danny that he just might to interestingly dominant. I'm guessing we'll be fucking regularly since Robby doesn't object and both Danny and I are quite satisfied with our first fuck together. As an unexpected extra step before anal sex Danny insisted on milking the balls of his fuck boy, and I was his so-called 'fuck boy'. I, of course, had no idea he was going to finger fuck me until I had an orgasm. Anyway, I can see myself becoming quite submissive during future 'milking' experiences and I say that because Danny's strong enough to overpower me and force the milking on me if necessary. That won't be necessary, but it's fun having the thought in the back of my mind that he could force the milking if he needed to. Heh heh, it gives be a boner fantasying about that. Yes, this could be a very interesting last six or seven weeks of my sophomore year and then through the summer. Welcome aboard, Danny!
But enough about Danny for now. A more important development earlier today was me telling Ryan I'm in love with him. He was sweetly flattered but more determined than ever to continue his program of being dominant with me when necessary. He says he needs to be dominant so I don't go searching for sub/dom sex with others. I've tried telling him I've never searched for it in my life, it just pops up. I'll go along with his program though because it's a sexy harmless fun time. The truth is, Ryan's only bossy with me the way Robby is, which is to say they're not very dominant at all. For me it's like a game of bosses, ha ha, and both my bosses I happen to be in love with so that's cool. For me, like I said, my games of bosses is both fun and harmless at the same time. Fun in that it keeps my dick buzzing and feeling good and harmless because both Robby and Ryan know if I really don't want to do something I won't do it no matter if they're bossy or not. This stupid haircut Ryan gave me had sexy submissive reasons for me going along with it. Like Danny, I bitched about my haircut being too short and severe, but unlike Danny the memory of Ryan dominantly cutting my hair this way will provide day-dreaming boners for me whenever I choose to think back on the experience, plus there's that spontaneous climax I had in my pants. Yeah, there are reasons to go along with the short haircut. As a matter of fact, it probably won't be long before I'll be looking forward to my next haircut three weeks from now. In short, things are going awesomely for me and I've no real complaints. I do hate to think of another summer without Ryan around, but that's six weeks away so no sense obsessing about it now. Oh, and the craziest thought entered my brain a little while ago. I'm pretty sure it's the first time in my life I've ever hoped that nobody else would want to fuck me today. Ha ha, yeah, that's a new one for me, but I've been fucked a number of times today already and while I loved each and every one of those sexy encounters I'm basically sexually satisfied to the degree that enough is enough already.
On the ride back to the apartment, Danny says, "I feel like a weirdo having everyone see me with this haircut. It's embarrassing." I'm like, "Fer chrissakes, it's a freakin' haircut, Danny, you're not maimed. Your hair will grow back like it always does," "Yeah, but Rob says this is my haircut for the summer, not just now." I go, "You big baby, we'll both get used to them, but I gotta agree with you that it helps that I'm not the only one walking around with this scalped-job of a haircut. And what are you whining about, mine's worst than yours." He says, "Yeah, but I still feel geeky. Hey, you know what, us being twin boyfriends and having the same haircut and all, I'll bet you fall head over heels for me this summer. I hope you do 'cause you're the coolest, best looking fuck boy I ever had." I sarcastically ask, "How'd ya like my pussy?" He's like, "Oh, do you call your ass that too?" I'm like, "No! You called it that," and he punches my arm playfully, "Sensitive about that, are ya? Don't be, I only call an ass a pussy when I'm fucking one of my fuck boys and I hope you're gonna be one because you've got a hot ass for fucking." I shake my head chuckling at him, "You can call my ass anything you want, Danny boy, I'm not sensitive about shit like that anymore. I used to be when I was younger, but I'm done with stressing about petty things like that." He says, "I only say that stuff when I'm fucking you. I like talking like 'the man', ya know 'cause I'm doing the fucking." I mutter, "Whatever," as I search for a parking spot.
I give up looking for a spot in our lot and park in the next lot over wondering why there's always open spaces in that lot. We walk back with Danny glancing at me, grinning. Huh, he's something all right. Nice find, Robby! Danny rubs my head outside the back door, saying, "You didn't get the kiss I promised you, Dylan. I like to give my fuck boys a kiss to let them know I'm pleased with the sex." I'm incredulous, "Are you fucking serious? Don't do me any favors, Danny, keep your kiss." That's what I said, but the naive arrogance of him thinking I need a kiss of approval from him gets my dick moving in my pants. Danny's going to be fun. He goes, "No, I promised you a kiss and you're going to get one." As I'm keying in the code to open the back door Danny's looking around to see if anyone's in sight. Then, before I can go inside, he gets a grip on my chin and gives me a wet kiss. Then, with me staring at him, he grins at me while he works up a lot of spit in his mouth and sticks out his tongue. Oh, how sexy is that! I stick out my tongue and he scrapes the saliva off his tongue with his top teeth onto my tongue. Holy shit, what a sexy hotshot thing to do! I put my arms around his neck and we do a fifteen second kiss with his tongue in my mouth. Damn, that was hot! I take a deep breath as he rubs my head again, saying, "There's your kiss for being a damn good fuck boy, plus I added a little extra treat by way of an extra sloppy kiss." He's a trip and a half, but I swear my dick firms up. I thought it was sexy and hot, but I give him a look like I'm thinking he may be unbalanced. He goes, "What?" like he can't imagine I wouldn't like his spit in my mouth. Obviously I didn't mind it at all but it's best to keep him guessing. For one thing he's far from submissive like I thought he'd be. Instead he's the opposite, filled with self confidence and a take charge attitude. It's hard to believe he's the same guy I saw last night with Robby. Not that I'm complaining.
When we walk into the apartment the first guy I see is John Beverly, Chubby's bud. He joins the group making a huge fuss over Danny's burr haircut. Everyone, of course, has to rub his severely barbered head. I went though that awkward situation earlier. Once the guys run out of smart ass remarks our haircuts will just become part of the landscape attracting little attention. Right now though Danny's looking at me, blushing a dark red, mumbling, "This blows!" Robby gives him a hug and kiss with John Beverly saying to Chubby, "These gay guys are so demonstrative, Jeff, it's enough to make a straight guy feel left out." Chubby says, "Oh, don't feel left out, my brother will give you a kiss." Grinning I pretend to do it and to my surprise John Beverly moves his head towards me instead of away like I expected. We do a quick kiss on the lips with Chubby asking him, "Feel better?" John Beverly says, "Oh yeah, definitely, much better." Straight boys are secretly jealous of us gay boys. Danny gets a couple of beer for us, and I ask the guys, "What's the game?" For the next three hours we play every drinking game we can think of, as well as a card game. We play blackjack where the first guy who gets black jack, instead of winning, has to drink. All the drinking games have one communal cup that everyone uses. The guy who lost the last game determines how much beer is poured in the cup for the next game's loser to chugalug. It might be the same guy who loses the next game too so there's some strategy about how much to pour in the cup. Also everyone has their own bottle of beer they drink at their own pace. The drinking games are just a vehicle for laughs as we mock the losers and there's general conversation mostly of a ball busting nature. Lots of laughing and yelling so it's remarkable a neighbor hasn't complained about the noise. Every half hour or so we all go on the balcony so the guys who smoke can do that. We also call down various vaguely veiled insults to students walking by. We leave those who appear too old to be a Merrimack student alone.
Near the end of the night we're tired of the drinking games and everyone's sitting around bullshitting and laughing. In the bedroom Ryan and I are on my computer reading the funny definitions for words in the Urban Dictionary. I'm sitting at the desk half drunk with Ryan standing next to me, his hand on my shoulder. When he's leaning down closer to look at what's on the computer screen and his hand moves to the back of my neck, he does a little affectionate squeeze on my neck that gives me this sexy chill. Reaching up I grab his hand and hold it looking up at him, saying, "I wish I could sleep with you tonight, Ryan." He goes, "Shhh, we don't want to flaunt our relationship in Rob's face. He loves you, Dylan. I'd hate to think I caused a riff between you two." Still holding his hand I lay the side of my head against his stomach and his other arm goes around my neck to hug my head against him. Then he leans down and whispers in my ear, "I love that you love me, Dylan. I could cry with happiness, but lets not rock the boat. The four of us have been getting along so well it'd be a shame to fuck that up. Okay?" I nod my head, "I don't want to fuck anything up, Ryan. I liked sleeping with you Friday and Saturday night and would like to sleep with you tonight too, that's all. I know I'm sleeping with Rob and I love him too. I guess I just wanted you to know I like sleeping with you." He rubs my head for the fiftieth time today, and changes the subject, asking, "Do you like your haircut yet?" I know he thinks I was getting too maudlin, maybe because of the
beer, and he doesn't want to encourage that. I go, "Ya know what, Ryan, I think I'm starting to like it, yeah." He laughs quietly, mumbling, "Liar," then he gives me a kiss on the lips and I hug him tightly while inhaling his scent and getting half a stiffy. After the kiss he pats my back, "Come on, get up. We need to join the group." I follow him back to the living room feeling a strong sense that I'm in love with him. It's so much different than just feeling sexual heat for him like it used to be. I mean, I still feel sexual heat for him big time, but also have a loving feeling now too and the two together make for a much better feeling.
Around midnight everyone takes off except Robby and me. Ryan in his Mini, and Chubby giving John Beverly a ride to his dorm. Robby and I say goodnight to the guys with Chubby giving me a hug and a quick little kiss goodnight, and then John Beverly, being his usual hot shit self, does the same. Beer may have had something to do with that. Walking down the hall Robby holds my hand, saying, "There goes another day of our sophomore year, baby. Fun huh?" I nod, smiling at him. He's so good looking it takes my breath away sometimes. While Robby takes a piss I change out of my khakis and jockey shorts, putting the handkerchief I had in my underpants under some other dirty clothes on the chair. Then put on clean boxer shorts and join Robby in the bathroom. He's brushing his teeth, saying, "Good bunch of guys, huh?" I say, "Yeah, they are. Rob, um, do you mind if I take a dump while you brush your teeth?" He laughs out loud, then says, "The things that come out of you mouth? Amazing, but yes, I mind. Could you wait one minute?" I get my arms around his chest leaning against his back looking in the mirror with our heads together. He looks up and grins with a mouthful of toothpaste, as I say, "I think you're better looking that me, Rob. Don't you?" He blurts out a laugh spitting spots of toothpaste on the mirror, then says, "No, I don't. Nobody's better looking than you, Dylan, nobody." I go, "You probably think I was fishing for a compliment, but I wasn't. I told someone you were better looking than me and they disagreed so I wanted your opinion." He rinses out, then says, "Nothing you say surprises me anymore, babe, but you do say more bizarre things than anyone I've ever known. Your brain has no filter." I let go of him, mumbling, "No reason to hurt my fucking feelings, dude," and he goes, "I wasn't, Dylan, I think the way your mind works is adorable. I wasn't being critical at all." I go, "Huh!" He says, "The bathroom's all yours." I didn't really need to take a dump, I was stalling until Robby was done in here so I can wipe my ass with a washcloth in case some of Danny's cum dried back there. Ya know, in case Robby wants to get amorous tonight. I know a few hours ago I stupidly said I hope nobody else wants to fuck me tonight, but now I can't imagine what I was thinking when I thought that. It makes no sense at all. A minor brain fart.
Taking my boxer shorts off I clean my ass really well, clean enough that you could eat off it, then take a nice long beer piss and put my boxer shorts back on. After washing my face and hands, then staring at my new haircut in the mirror for a whole minute, I shrug 'cause whaddaya gonna do, then brush my teeth. After gargling with mouthwash for a fresh kissable breath I'm ready for my number one boyfriend. Robby's in bed looking at me when I come out of the bathroom. I smile at him, asking, "Should I turn out the light?" He chuckles, "Um, yeah, there's an idea. Maybe we can sleep better in the dark." I turn the light out, mumbling, "Hey! Sometimes you want to read before going to sleep." I get in bed next to him as Robby says, "Oh yeah, that time ten weeks ago when I wanted to finish a reading assignment for class. I remember now." I laugh, "Yeah, that was a stupid question, but I like taking orders from you." He wraps me in his arms, muttering, "Yeah I noticed that, um, you like taking orders when you feel like it." I say, "I'm glad I didn't get hammered tonight, two nights in a row makes for a killer hangover the second morning." Robby says, "Forgive me for doing this," and he rubs all around my head, adding, "I just love this haircut Ryan gave you. Did you know he asked if it would be alright with me to do the whitewall sides?" I go, "Yeah, he told me. It's okay, Rob, I'll get used to it." He says, "I know you don't like it, but it makes me happy you and Danny have the same haircut. In case you haven't noticed I'm really into you two being my twin boyfriends. It makes me feel in charge the way you're always saying I should be. Ya gotta admit I was 'in charge' making you two get those haircuts. How 'bout that?" I go, "Actually that's the best part of it, you taking charge of the situation. And Ryan being the barber, that's the other part I like. So yeah, I like doing what you want, Rob, you should know that by now." He laughs as I'm thinking that the haircut was Ryan's idea, not Robby's, but there's no harm letting Robby think it was his. He asks, "I'm wondering, is everything a game to you, Dylan?" I'm like, "Not everything, but some things are, yeah. I like having fun and you should have more fun yourself."
We're laying side by side with Robby's arm behind my head, his hand casually rubbing over my head feeling the bristly hairs there. He asks, "What's not a game to you?" I go, "Being in love with you for one thing. That's the most serious thing in my life, that and my love for my brother." He asks, "Did you play any games with Danny when you were in Ryan's apartment earlier tonight?" I'm like, "You could say that, yeah. Do you want to hear about it?" He's like, "Um, that would be, no thank you. You two are bonding though, right?" I tell him, "Yeah, we are. I like him and he likes me, but he's different when he's not with you. I don't mean anything negative, he's just different." Robby pulls his arm away from my head and goes up on his side holding himself there on his elbow. He looks down on me and I see the moonlight through the window outlining his form, but I can't seen the features of his face very well. He says, "Yeah, well did you know Danny was the captain of the baseball team in high school, and the senior class president of his class. He's was 'the big man on campus' in high school so he's a confident
kid mostly, although he does tend to act less confident with me. I guess there can only be one alpha dog. But I was thinking about something else I wanted to mention. Um, well last night when I was drunk I blurted out I love Danny and you. It might have seemed I was saying I love you equally, but you know that's not true, don't you?" I nod, "Yes, I know you love me best." He's like, "It's not only that I love you best, Dylan, it's that I love you like I never thought it was possible to love anyone. I love you with a burning passion, and as I've told you before, all this side sex and side love and whatever we're doing, I'm going along with only because I intend waiting for you until hell freezes over, or I get hit by a bus, or a meteorite wipes us all out, or whatever catastrophic thing happens that prevents me from waiting for you. I'm waiting until you tell me you've had enough sexual variety, and you've had your last crush on whoever, and you want to settle down and let me take care of you for the rest of our lives. I just, ya know, want to make that clear one more time so you know where I'm coming from." I wait a second as we look at each other, then I say, "So you're saying you love me more than Danny, right?" He laughs and rubs my head and we wrestle a little bit, mostly just to feel our bodies rubbing together.
Then Robby gets his arms around me as we lay face to face, and I say, "Thank you for saying you'll wait for me, Robby, that was the sweetest thing anybody's ever said to me. Even though you've said so many loving sweet things to me it's hard to remember them all, this was the sweetest. You're a lovable sweet romantic, and that's only one of a thousands reasons I love you, but I need to tell you something." He asks, "Is it about Ryan and you?" Feeling uncomfortable saying this, but knowing Robby deserve the truth, I go, "Uh huh. It's that I love him, um, that is, I've fallen in love with him... that kind of love." Then I add quickly, "Nothing like the way I love you though, I don't mean that. It's just I feel like I'm in love with Ryan too, like you said you feel about Danny. Every time you and me are together though I remember all over again how much I love you." He kinda shrugs, "I know
you love me, baby. And well, Ryan's been in love with you from that first lunch I insisted you two have together. It nice for him that you love him too. We can love both of them even after we're married, although they'll both probably find their own lovers to marry by then. Have you told Ryan yet?" I go, "Just today, I told him earlier today." Robby grins, "I can imagine how happy he was, and is," and I go, "Yes, of course, but his big concern is it doesn't get thrown in your face that I love him. He thinks the world of you and credits you for saving him and showing him how to live a real life." Robby says, "And, of course he's grateful I introduced him to you." I've got nothing to say to that, so I put my arm around the back of Robby's neck murmuring, "Kiss me, Robby."
Robby and I do a lovers romantic kiss, slow and long while caressing each other's almost naked body and rubbing our noses together. By now we know exactly what pleases the other and it's like a choreographed passionate make-out, unhurried while in both our beating hearts we feel deep emotions of true love. How could I even consider dropping the 'true' part of our true love? Whatever we do when we're apart, it never infringes on our love for each other when we're together. It's crystal clear when I'm with Robby that he is the love of my life, a love of a lifetime, and one with a fire that will never go out. Robby holds me in his arms and ever so slightly sways me like we're dancing as he licks my lips and rubs the side of his face against the side of mine ever so gently and lovingly. I inhale his wonderful personal scent and moan quietly as my cock gets stiff and throbs feeling so fine. Sensitive nerve ending all over me tingle making me moan Robby's name as I shudder from the sheer thrill of being loved in such a special way by him. When Robby's making love to me it's an exquisite form of love that I feel deeply. It's as if by mental telepathy he's sending signals to my heart and mind telling me that no one is as desirable as me, and there's no one who's ever lived or who's living now that he'd rather be with than me. It's a powerful feeling of love that brings tears to my eyes on special love-making nights like tonight where our stars are aligned just right and there nothing on my mind but Robby and me. It's beautifully dreamy and magical and elevated way up from any kind of floating dreamy sensations my submissive fetish can create. As enticing as submissive trances can be, true love at it's best is the ultimate aphrodisiac. Robby's and my exchange of love for each other on nights like this soars above anything attained from sub/dom sex and I don't know why I forget that at times. This feeling of love makes my whole body shiver with delight and amazement at the depth and warmth of true love.
We gently kiss and caress one another, our hard cocks poking out our boxer shorts and bumping together as we squirm against each other. Bare skin against skin and lips against lips. so sexy like a dream, and then Robby rolls me up on my side, murmuring so quietly I just barely hear him. "I can't hold off any longer, baby, I need to be inside you. Believe me when I say I love you so much more than I can express in words." His hard cock poking through the fly of his jockey shorts pokes my butt cheek leaving a wet precum spot there for a second before Robby pulls the back of my shorts down, and with a sigh pushes the head of his cock inside me spreading the lips of my asshole and nestling in it's familiar comfortably spot just past my sphincter. I moan, "Ooh, Robby, mmm." His arm is over my side with his hand gently rubbing my nip ring nipple as he kisses the back of my neck, the side of my neck, and then licks my ear, moaning, "You're so delicious, baby, and you smell sweet and sexy and I can never get enough of you." His hard cock then
starts it's journey up my ass as I shiver with sexual pleasure moving my head back for more contact with Robby's. My arm reaches over his waist so I can squeeze his tight ass-cheek, then slide my hand under the waistband of his boxer shorts and feel his bare pink ass. It's such ecstasy to be involved in a sexual act with Robby. It's always like coming home to the warm friendly welcoming smiles of a loving and supportive family. My rectum begins humming for joy as Robby's hard member makes it's way further inside me and I can't help but moan as contentedly as an infant who's sucking his mother teat... that's how intimate a feeling it is for me being with Robby tonight.
When Robby's tight against my ass he humps against me moving his boner a tiny bit as I tighten the muscles in my buttocks squeezing his fat cock. He murmurs, "Feel good, Dylan?" I nod my head, "Mmm, yeah, Robby, always." He pulls his boner back almost all the way out with me holding my breath, afraid his boner's going to pop out of my ass, but it doesn't. It slides tightly back up inside me as I sigh, "Ahhhh, mmmm, Robby," and he begins fucking me steadily with only muffled sounds as he collides with my ass. His cock is out through the fly of his shorts and the boxer's material muffles the sounds of male fucking. Nothing muffles the pleasure though. The nerve endings in my anus, and prostate especially, begin sizzling and I start squirming in sexual pleasure that builds with each thrust of his hard fat cock inside my ass. My cock is as hard as Robby's and throbbing from that indescribable pleasure sensation of having a cock plowing my rectum. I wrap my fist around my boner, squeezing it and intensifying the sensations. With my eyes closed I picture in my head Robby's face as he's driving his boner up my ass. I also see his fat cock going in and out, in and out with that determined look on Robby's face I've seen a thousand times. I see him with his lips closed making the ,"Mmm," sound I hear with each penetration and now as my orgasm builds he's going, "Aah, aah, aah, ooh, ooh, ooh," humping faster and faster with me delirious with sexual sensations as my quickly approaching climax takes over control of my brain. My body stiffen, my muscles tighten, and my eyes pop open, as I groan, "Ahhh, fuccck...." My hips jerk forward and a steam of cum flies out my hard quivering cock with me shaking and Robby holding my body tightly. Another jerk of my hips and a strangling sound from my throat and three squirts of cum shoot out and the buzzing around my groin gets my shoulder shuddering as Robby gasps, his body going stiff, and then a warmth and wetness fills my bowels making my shoulders shudder again. Robby does a few abrupt thrust, makes a noisy sound like he tried to scream but just air came out as he shoots more cum into my rectum. A half dozen thrust in my extremely slipper ass and then Robby lays against me breathing hard. My balls couldn't come up with a lot of spunk this time because they've been overworked today, but the climax was great just the same.
We're doing the normal deep breathing for a minute or so, then Robby backs off pulling his cock from my ass, and with the arm he has over my side, he pulls me towards him and I lay on my back. He lays his chest on mine and kisses my lips, murmuring, "That was a beautiful experience, Dylan, truly beautiful. I could feel your love for me and it almost made me cry for joy. " I says, "Me too, Robby, and you're right, it was beautiful. Everything you said and did was beautiful and I love you that much more because of it. You make be feel so special, you really do." He grins and kisses my lips again, "You were already special before I met you, Dylan, it's hard to improve on perfection." That's hyperbole, but I'll pretend he really feels that way. We snuggle together as his cum drools from my ass. I don't want to infringe on this extra loving mood tonight by getting up to clean my cum saturated ass. Instead I pull the elastic off Robby's ponytail like I did this morning so I can run my fingers through his hair, quietly asking, "When can I give you a haircut again, Robby? I miss doing that." He murmurs, "Pretty soon, baby, lets get to sleep now." He falls asleep with his chest partially on mine and the side of his head on my shoulder. I think about Robby and me tonight and how special our lovers sex was. It's obvious lovers sex. Robby's is the best lovers sex I could ever hope to have, and I don't ever want to lose it. I'm a realist though and must admit that sex with Ryan, while very different, is very special to me too. Then dropping down a few levels, I also enjoy the short intense sex with Tracy and in the recent past getting fucked by others was quite nice too, including the sex with Danny in Ryan's dorm. It's all good for different reasons, but lovers sex with Robby can't be beat. Sleep is nice too.
Wednesday mornings when I wake up there's usually a smile on my face and today's no exception. The smile is there partly because we have no classes on Wednesdays, but I'm also smiling remembering yesterday. It began badly for me but got better and better and better, ending with lovers sex with Robby as sweet and wonderful as any we've ever had. I feel especially good about that because, even though I told Robby I was in love with Ryan too, that little fact didn't affect lovers sex between Robby and me one bit. It might have made our sex more loving than the normally awesome experience it always is. I give Robby a lot of credit for realizing whatever's between Ryan and me doesn't affect Robby and me. He's still sleeping and looking as cute and handsome as ever. He said the nicest things to me last night reaffirming that his love will last as long as it takes for me to get over sowing my wild oats, no matter how long that is. I kinda like the inferred length of that period of time and it's kinda reassuring especially considering the newest development of me being in love with Ryan too. Robby also inferred he's only doing the side-sex himself to basically have something to do while he's waiting for me to give up mine. That may be a bit disingenuous because it infers he doesn't enjoy his side sex all that much which is a distortion of the truth. We're more alike in the sex department than Robby likes to admit to himself, especially where sexual variety is concerned. I'll admit that Robby doesn't initiate his side sex so much as it's a result of guys getting a crush on him and pursuing their desire for him. I can't blame them for lusting after Robby like they do because I lusted after him too before I met him. He's extremely attractive and sexy in kind of an innocent way. Without tooting my own horn, the same scenario applies to me. I no more initiate the interest another guy have for me than Robby does. I don't repel these attractive gay lads either, but I don't initiate sex with them unless their intentions are obvious. And then there's the instructional first fucks where I'm happy to help boys experience their first anal intercourse. Somebody's gotta do it and who better than me?
Robby's eyes open and he smiles at me the smile that says he's happy to see me. That always makes me feel good. He says, "Good morning, Dylan, my cute boyfriend and love of my life." Ah, so romantic, until he adds, "I gotta take a the mother of all pisses." I blurt out a laugh, "How charming," and he leans over for a kiss before we both get out of bed and in the bathroom piss standing next to each other crossing our streams without once hitting the rim of the toilet. We wash up and brush our teeth, then Robby says, "I'm feeling tired again. Shall we get back in bed?" I nod my head and grin at him. We pull off our underwear and hop back in bed and immediately start a morning make-out that leads to boners that leads to the hot hard recreational sex act known as fucking. It's like this: I'm sitting on Robby's naked body leaning over and making out sloppily with saliva all around our mouths, my hands playing in Rob's longish hair that's loose from the elastic. Then, with my knees on either side of his chest he takes hold of my dick and sucks it into his mouth. We look into each others eyes, me grinning at him and him grinning around my cock.
Robby's sucking the head making me grunt and squirm as he reaches down to get his boner in position; then, his other hand takes my boner in his fingers, pulling it out of his mouth, to suggest, "You might want to slide back a little." I do that pulling my wet bobbing boner with me until I feel the wet head of his boner poking my butt cheek. We negotiate a docking of his hard cock's head with my asshole and I push back a little feeling his cock tightly slide inside me causing me to go, "Ooh!" then a breathless, "Mmmm, feels good." I lay the side of my face on Robby's chest and he wraps his arms around my back humping his talented hips towards my ass plugging his boner further inside me this time, and I go, "Mmm, ooh!" He pulls it back a little and then humps it back in all the way, and he does it again and again getting us both moaning at the pleasure sensations a hard cock in an asshole often creates.. Then he begins doing it fast and really hard which takes a lot of energy so he's mostly grunting along with me moaning in sexual pleasure. In a few minutes I feel an orgasm coming on and lift off his chest, then sit all the way down on his boner with my head going back as I moan, Ooooh, god," because it's feels so good. "Ride it, babe," from Robby and I began bouncing up and down on his hard boner until he lifts his hip and shoots a lot of cum up my ass at which time I squeal and shoot a long stream of cum hitting Robby's chin and splattering all over the place. Another lesser squeal follows as more cum shoot out of my wickedly hard cock right at Robby's face again, but he holds the palms of both hands towards me and my cum shots splatters against his left hand. I'm gasping for air and laughing at Robby as he looks at his cum-dripping hands and then feels his cum-dripping chin. So funny.
After taking another shower together and getting dressed we make coffees and then Chubby comes out of his bedroom, saying, "I'm fucking late again. How you two doing?" We go, "Good, real good. No classes today for us." He mutters, "Ya lucky fuckers," gives me a kiss, takes my coffee out of my hand, pats Robby on the back and he's off with my mug of coffee. I grin and make another cup thinking, 'I love me some Chubby'. Robby and I go out on the balcony for a cigarette as we drink our coffees and listen to sports talk radio hearing lots of bitching from the callers about the poor start the Red Sox are having. Flicking his butt off the balcony, Robby says, "I've got three to four hours of baseball practice today, Dylan. The manager wants us looking at a lot of video today before we do fielding and batting practice." They only have three games left to their a mediocre baseball season. They're 13 and 13 after twenty-six games. No chance for the playoffs, but they're competitive and want to end the season on a winning note by winning their last three games. Before his baseball activities Robby's scheduled a morning study group and I see Ryan slowly and cautiously drive onto the parking lot. He parks and walk towards the back door wearing his backpack. To me he looks very cute with his neat preppy haircut that some barber in Georgia cut for him. That still pisses me off! Calling down to him, "Where do you think you're going, kid?" He looks around, then up at me. He grins giving me the finger and I go inside to buzz him in. Meeting him in the hall outside the door to our apartment, I say, "I need a kiss good morning," and he puts his hand on the side of my face, goes up on his toes and kisses me, then says, "Good morning, boyfriend." I suck on my lips, then kiss him again, saying, "I told Rob last night." He says, "Okay, let me talk to him alone. Here, take my backpack." Love that touch of bossiness. While they're talking I neaten up the bedroom and get Robby's and my study guides out, then hear a buzz from the back door. Ah, Danny's here. Jogging back to the living room I buzz Danny in glancing at the balcony seeing Robby and Ryan talking civilly. They look fine.
A minute later Danny knocks on the door and when I open it he gives me a quick kiss on the lips, mumbling, "Hi, Dylan, you cute fucker you. Did you dream about me last night?" and he rubs my head, saying, "I'm wearing a hat," which I knock off while rubbing his head. I go, "We're in this haircut hell together, twin." The guys come in from the balcony both looking good, no problems. Robby and Danny do a kiss like Danny gave me, and after we all get another coffee, Robby says, "Dylan, bring our study material in here. We don't need the computer so we'll work around the kitchen table," which is what we do for the next hour and twenty minutes before we're mercifully finished. Everyone gets their stuff back in their backpacks and after talking about having dinner together tonight, Danny and Rob leave for their baseball practice. Ryan says, "Rob and me are good. I'm pretty sure he doesn't see me as serious competition anyway, so he was magnanimous about us being in love saying he's okay with it. He even said he's happy for me. Fuck, Rob's almost as nice as you are, Dylan, and that's saying something." I shrug, "Robby and I have matured to the point where we don't get especially jealous. We're happy for each other, like Rob said he was for you." Okay, now we're like... what should we do today? We decide a trip to the mall is in order because we've got money burning a hole in our pockets. As we get ready to leave I put on the posse boys' hat, and Ryan says "No hat, Dylan! Get used to
rocking that haircut. You might as well because you're gonna have it as long as I'm giving you haircuts." I look at him pleadingly, and he says again, "No hat," so I take it off and sail it back into my bedroom, muttering, "Yes, boss."
At the mall I goof around pretending I want to buy a hat, trying a half dozen of them on asking Ryan how I look. Ryan chuckles shaking his head. Walking towards the food court for lunch I've got my arm across his shoulders, telling him, "Ya know, I get a boner from you bossing me around," he laughs, "Good, glad to hear it." I'm like, "Can we mess around back at the apartment later?" He gets a big smile on his face, saying, "I gotta pinch myself every time I'm with you, making sure I'm not dreaming. Knowing you're in love with me is so fucking awesome I can't begin to tell you how awesome." I go, "Just imagine how I feel." He says, "I don't know what that even means, but we'll figure out something for later. It'll be in my dorm though because ya never know when Jeff or Rob will be popping into your apartment and my roommate Freddie has a heavy class schedule on Wednesdays." We're in line at D'angelo's planning on getting Italian subs when I ask Ryan, "Ya got any of the sub/dom paraphernalia in your dorm? Maybe you could tie me up or something, spank my ass maybe." He says, "You're insatiable about sex which is just one reason I love you so much." As we're eating our lunch we're hysterically laughing at an enormous couple carrying trays of food enough for four or five people. The woman is wearing tight stretchy clothes that shows off every roll of fat and the man has on a ginormous robe-type outfit draped around him. Ryan says, "Guess they're hungry," which strikes me as so funny and then we tell each other made up dialogue those two might be saying in between shoving food down their throats. When we stop laughing, Ryan says, "Ya know, I feel bad making fun of them. Maybe it's glandular." I hold back a laugh at that, sputtering out, "Don't say another fucking word or you'll get me laughing again. I feel bad for them too." He smirks and goes to say something, but I'm like, "Don't! Not one word."
After lunch we both buy some cool slim jeans and tight fitting T-shirts that will show off our awesomely slim bodies. Walking to the car I say, "I feel cool just carrying these clothes in a the bag." He goes, "That's because you are cool, Dylan," and I go, "Hey, what happened to those words of endearment you're supposed to refer to me as? You know, like, um, honey, No, that sounds too gay," and we both laugh. Oh balls! We're acting very immature again. At the car I'm like, "Let me drive, Ryan. We'll put the top down." He says, "No, I'm not going to give you everything you want and spoil you anymore than Rob already has." I go, "Spoil me? Are you out of your fucking mind? Okay, fine, I'll pout then," and he goes, "If you do then no sexy time for you this afternoon." I say, "Okay I won't pout, let me fucking drive this Mini Cooper!" He goes, "Oh alright, ya bratty kid, but keep it at the speed limit." We smirk at each other as I mumble, "We're so mature. We should loosen up a little." In the driver's seat I put the top down and then drive reasonable close to the speed limit with Ryan giving me helpful tips on driving all the way back to campus. Still, I love driving that car!
In his dorm we're laying on his bed with our shirts off making out and I get one of my patented boners. Ryan rubs my head asking for the tenth time, "Do you like your new haircut yet? You've had it for almost twenty-four hours which is plenty of time to get used to it." I laugh, "I'm never gonna like it, Ryan, but I'm glad I have it because it's sexy remembering you giving me this haircut." He goes, "That's not a contradictory proclamation at all, no matter what anybody says." And we take a break from making out, laying side by side talking about a lot of things. I mention Danny's going to be on the landscaping crew this summer, and Ryan says "Yeah, you already told me, which reminds me of something I wanted to talk to you about." I'm like, What?" and he says, "I've been giving this a lot of thought and during spring vacation I'm going to tell mom and dad I'm gay." I turn my head to look at him, "Congratulations, Ryan, seriously," and I do think that's great, but don't see what it has to do with me.
Ryan's like, "Yeah, I really want to get it over with," and I go, "Well I felt better after telling my mom although I strongly suspect she already knew." He says, "I don't have a doubt in the world my parents will be very supportive, but here's the real reason I bring it up. My dad's a big deal management guy working for Lockheed Martin Aerospace and he'll be heading up a big new design program that needs to be completed this summer so he needs temporary help. He offered me a job of supervising four or five part timers working in the supply area where lots of new stuff will be coming in for the project, plus normal supplies they use all the time. I wasn't sure I wanted the responsibility, but if you'd work for me and live with me like Danny's doing with Rob, I'd take the job in a heartbeat. Since I'll be 'out' to my parents we can sleep together. We'd be together the bigger part of this summer." At first I'm really excited about thinking of sleeping with Ryan every night, and then I realized I wouldn't see Robby, Chubby, or the moms at all and my excitement drops quite a bit. I go, "Oh, I'd love to spend the summer with you except I'd feel awkward living with you, and I wouldn't get to see Rob or my mom or my brother." He says, "I won't see Rob this summer either." I'm like, "You're not in love with him, I am." He's quiet for a little bit, then he murmurs, "You live with Rob and your brother more than eight months a year, why couldn't you live with me less than half that amount of time?" I shrug, "I'm sorry but I've never been separated from Chubby for more than a week and the same for Robby the last three years. I just couldn't do it." He says, "Fuck! Wait, the project is scheduled for ten weeks, not the whole summer. You'd get to spend the rest of the time home with Rob, Jeff and your mom. It's only ten weeks, Dylan. Please. It'd be awesome and they're paying eighteen dollars an hour. Maybe you could fly home on weekends." I go, "That'd take my week's pay. I'd be working for nothing."
We talked about every way we can think of to make it be financially feasible, Ryan even offering to pay for my plane tickets home on weekends. That's really generous and sweet, but I can't accept his generosity. There's just no way it would work if I want to see the people I'll be missing during those ten weeks. I say, "Plus Rob's counting on me being on his crew this summer." Ryan says, "You said you're in love with me, but you won't budge an inch to be with me for ten lousy weeks." I say, "I hope they wouldn't be lousy if I spent the ten weeks with you." He says, "Of course they wouldn't be lousy, I was inferring it's a small amount of time." I go up on my elbow looking down at Ryan, saying, "I'd love to do it, honest I would, Ryan, and I do love you. Let me talk to Robby about it, okay?" He says, "Really, you will?" I go, "I'll talk to him but I can't promise anything. Look, I want to do it, okay?" He's like, "Oh yeah, do you want me to talk to him too?" I lean down and kiss him, "No, cutie, let me see what his reaction is first. If I do it will you let me give you a haircut? I'm still jealous you let some hick Georgia barber cut off your ponytail." He goes, "Yeah, sure, anything you want, Dylan." I chuckle, "Now who's spoiling me?" He goes, "Fuck spoiling, I'll have you under my finger for ten weeks." We're both joking a little, but I want to do this and I'm going to try to make it happen. Then I think how it might be awkward living with his parents so I ask, "Um, but will your folks be okay with it?" He gets his arm around the back of my neck pulling my head down, so I lay on his chest as he hugs and kisses me, then says, "My parents will be thrilled I have a friend, a boyfriend actually, and especially because it's you." I remember Robby telling Danny his parents will be thrilled to have him and Danny staying with them for the summer. Oh fuck, how do I know, maybe Ryan's parents will be thrilled, but I'm pretty sure Robby won't be.
to be continue..... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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