DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 58
by Donny Mumford
TWO WEEKS LATER: Last day before spring break.
Robby, Ryan, and I are making a spectacle of ourselves outside the quad. We're high-fiving, laughing, and hugging because we're done midterms and we think we did great in all four of them. Ryan's excited, "I think I may have got my first 'A' at Merrimack, I'm turning into a fuckin' genius." Robby says, "Come on you two, lets go over to the Berry Building and see how Danny did on his last midterm." We're lighting cigarettes grinning and acting cocky as we walk through the campus observing other students, some with smiles and others looking glum, cursing and muttering that their professor's an asshole. Huh, maybe if they tried studying a little more, miraculously their professor wouldn't seem like such an asshole. The Berry Building is one of the original buildings on campus. It dates back to when the college was established in 1947. It's been renovated inside twice since then, but the outside looks like what it is, an old stone building. The architecture is cool actually. As we wait for Danny to emerge we spent most of the twenty minutes patting ourselves on the back and giving Robby props for forcing the study groups down our throats. When Danny comes skipping down the steps with a smug look on his face, much like our smug looks when we swaggered out of our last midterm, he says, "I aced it," and we're muttering things like, "A piece of cake" or "That may be the easiest midterm I've ever taken," making sure other students who don't look so smug hear us. We get 'looks' that could kill from some, and it's hard not giggling with joy at accomplishing basically what we go to college for: to pass exams. Yeah, the stuff we need to memorize is pretty much useless information, so the object becomes passing the tests, not necessarily learning anything. Of course that's not true for specific majors where you actually need to learn stuff, but we all have general business administration majors consisting of highfaluting course titles for mostly common sense subjects and some physiological mumbo jumbo about dealing with people and then management techniques. Whatever, we passed with flying colors. The three of us slap hands with each other and then hug
Danny congratulating him, and then we're off to lunch at Fuddruckers.
The last two weeks have been good to me, including some hot side-sex and continued lovers sex with Robby. Ryan's been mostly ignoring sub/dom sex. We've also been doing what amounts to mostly lovers sex. The week before this one I teased him saying guess I need to go looking for some sub/dom sex elsewhere. He made a 'face' like, 'get real!', then grinned, saying, "Oh yeah?" and led me to his dorm room where he tied me up, spanked the hell out of me and then fucking me hard and fast. I don't know who he thinks he's kidding claiming he hates being rough with dominant sex. I mean, he has the biggest climaxes doing dominant sex on my ass. It's really hot, although we don't do it enough if you ask me. Ryan's 'the man' though and he calls the sex shots. The most recent time for sub/dom sex was when I talked him into it this past Monday. Robby and Danny were playing an away game, so when the cats away, ya know? In Ryan's dorm room again we're both giggling as he tied me into pretty much of a ball. Then I got a wicked case of claustrophobia, which put a screaming halt to my giggling. I begged him to untie me, but he wouldn't saying I asked for it so suck it up and deal with it. By the time we were through I was so submissive it took an hour for me to come out of it. I climaxed twice in a half hour, once from dildo play and then Ryan rolled me forward so I was resting on the top of my head and my toes with my ass up in the air and he fucked me a new asshole. Both my climaxes were huge, but I shot my orgasms on my chest and stomach, that's how tied up I was. Ryan finally put me under a cold shower to bring me out of it and now he says he isn't going to do the sub/dom sex anymore. Riiiight, he'll give in after awhile.
Robby's and my sex lately has been even more spectacular than normal, which is remarkable considering in the last two weeks I've told him I was in love with Ryan and that I was spending the better part of the summer in Georgia. Miraculously, after some initial grousing, it hasn't noticeably lessened or damaged Robby's and my relationship. It's not that big a deal that I'm in love with Ryan because I'm more in love with Robby. Plus, what the fuck,
Robby loves Danny. The other thing though, the one about Georgia was a little more complicated. Before I said anything to Robby I had a long talk with Chubby explaining I was seriously considering spending ten weeks with Ryan in Georgia working for him at his father's Lockheed Martin Aerospace facility. His fathers a big cheese there and he needs temporary help this summer for a brand new project he's in charge of. After discussing possible pros and cons of a move like that, Chubby reluctantly endorsed my plans claiming it'll be good for me to be on my own for once. I'll be with Ryan, but he's the only person I'll know in Georgia and Chubby says it'll probably help me grow up a little. I think he means without him there for me to lean on whenever some problem develops in my life. We were both almost crying before our talk was over because we've never been apart for more than a week, and then only maybe twice. We ended up hugging each other like we'd never see each other again. Later Chubby and me got drunk drinking beer as we talked until midnight reminiscing about all the scrapes and semi-dangerous situations we helped each other through, and it was one of the most special times we've had together in quite awhile. Our love for each other was worn on our sleeves that day. I went home with Chubby the following weekend to tell the moms about Georgia, which was another emotional day. Mom said now she knew how the Dickers felt when Dodger joined the Army. I had to laugh at that, "What? Dodger's gone for two years and maybe he'll be fighting in the war, how can you compare that to me being in Georgia with my friend for ten weeks ?" She said it was almost the same thing as far as she's concerned. Then Saturday night Chubby and me had one of our special dinners at Ken's Steak house and we're like closer than ever now.
After the weekend home with Chubby I hesitantly broached the subject with Robby. Finally it was just him and me in the apartment and I prefaced it by saying what I have to tell him is selfish of me, and I know it is, but even so I want to experience something new. I begged him not to think it has anything to do with our love affair, because it doesn't. I confirmed that I loved him now more than I ever have. He was like, "What are you talking about, Dylan?" Then with his jaw dropping I told him about Georgia. He was speechless because this was so unexpected. He stammered trying to grasp what I was proposing, and finally he asked me if I was sure this is what I wanted to do? We talked for awhile and he'd seem resigned to the idea and then fifteen minutes later he'd get mad at me for not keeping my word to work with him this summer. He claimed I'm abandoning him, my brother and mother and blah, blah, blah. We went back and forth for an hour with Robby emphatically suggesting that I'm doing this just to get back at him for having Danny's staying at his house all summer. I had to admit if Danny wasn't going to be living with Robby I probably wouldn't have the balls to suggest I live with Ryan for part of the summer. The fact remains that Danny will be living with Robby though, so that sort of was the thing that eventually gave Robby pause. He couldn't make a case for me not living with Ryan if Danny was living with him. Then he started saying he was seeing my point of view. Before that there were times during our 'discussion' I almost gave up the idea, and then I'd get determined all over again that this is what I want to do. It's new, something I've never done before so I kept trying to get Robby to understand. He finally asked me to give him a day to think about replacing me on the crew and that was that. We'd reached a compromise tentatively that I'd work at least the last six weeks of the summer, meaning all of August and the first two weeks of September. Merrimack's semester ends early in the middle of May so I'll work for Ryan two weeks in May, four weeks in June, and the first three weeks of July. That's nine weeks, not ten, but the last week in July is our family's Wildwood vacation and I'm not missing that. Ryan will just need to be satisfied with the nine weeks. Robby could hire someone to replace me, but then he'd needs to train the new guy and Robby has his heart set on a fully trained crew, except for Danny, from day one avoiding the problems last summer of hiring and firing crew members. I don't blame him for being concerned about his crew, but I need to think about what I want too.
The next day Robby asked me to come out on the balcony, just the two of us. I lit a cigarette because I was nervous. I wanted to do the Georgia thing, but I didn't want Robby to be mad at me. Plus I have a conscience and I did feel I was letting him down by not keeping my full commitment to work for him again this summer. On the balcony he started out by saying he is going to miss me, so that confirmed right away he'd giving in and I was going on my adventure. I managed not to cheer or anything. I kept a serious expression on my face wondering how he worked it out. I didn't find out right away though because Robby went into this long philosophical assertion that, like our side-sex partners that we love, a ten week separation for us might be a further test of our relationship as we continue working towards a monogamist one. I nodded my head as if I agreed with him, although I don't necessarily think we need any further proof or testing of our true love. I don't need it anyway, but it wasn't the time to get sidetracked so I kept my opinion of that matter to myself. After a rather lengthy description of how much he'll miss me and how much he loves me, he explained that he worked out his crew situation with his dad. Seth and his boss over the winter have all the equipment working like new, and Seth has put together an entirely new system for handling supplies both for ordering them and distributing them. The long and short of it is, during the beginning of the summer his boss doesn't really needed Seth except for a few hours a day. The second half of the season is a different story though because the equipment we'll start breaking down from the daily heavy use, and requiring repairs again, so Seth's needed full time then. So, Seth will fill in for me until August and then go back to working full time with maintenance and supply, and I'll take his place on Robby's crew. I'll be working nine weeks for Ryan in Georgia at eighteen dollars an hour, and then I agreed to one last compromise: I promised to come home at least one weekend during my time in Georgia. Actually that's an excellent idea and to hell with the cost. I'm excited, but all that is still five weeks away.
After our balcony talk Robby and I hugged and kissed. I mumbled an apology for putting him through all this and told him I'm gonna miss him at least as much as he'll miss me. Then we were kinda formal with each other for awhile, but in a couple of days we were back acting the way we did before I brought the Georgia thing up. As I said earlier, at no time did this Georgia thing affect negatively on Robby's and my lovers sex together. Unbeknownst to Ryan, and maybe Robby, I was also having some fun with sexy side-sex these past couple of weeks. I say 'maybe unbeknownst to Robby' because he knows my history all too well and I wouldn't be surprised if he suspected me of having a couple of side-sex adventures outside of Ryan. Robby doesn't want
to know anything specific about anything to do with that, so that's kinda convenient. It's an 'ignorance is bliss', sort of thing as far as Robby's concerned. Ryan wouldn't be so understanding so I spare him the anguish by not telling him about it. My extra side-sex involved a couple of those fast hard fucks with Tracy, who I really like, and I mean both the fast hard fucks and Tracy. I still haven't gotten that bath he promised me though, or had the sleep over we've talked about from time to time. I also haven't had that dinner at his uncle's restaurant in Boston that his father invited me to. So there's pending things I may or may not get to do with Tracy. Then there were two very satisfying side-sex sessions with Danny during the past week or so. I think Danny's more upset I'll be away for ten weeks than Robby. Danny already feels very comfortable fucking me his way. I stupidly forgot about his milking my balls move the second time we had sex, but the third time, which happened two days ago, I got undressed and went right down on my hands and knees. He smacked my ass, saying, 'Good job, fuck boy'. Ha ha, God it was sexy though. That friggin' finger fucking he does in his matter of fact manner gets me so hot. To Danny it's like the most normal thing in the world, like everybody does it before fucking... ha ha. Anyway, that third time I got very submissive during the milking. He did it so tantalizingly slowly I was almost floating in submissiveness to him before cum shot up from my nuts. It was sexually awesome! Danny noticed my submissiveness of course, and he took full advantage of it by having me submissively sucking his cock and balls, then he said something like, 'Okay, fuck boy, that was nice and I'm going to let you kiss my ass and then get your tongue in my asshole too'. Reminded me of Ray a little bit, only Danny's much cuter and much nicer. Danny got me more submissive than Ryan does most of the time. Danny told me while rubbing my head, with a serious expression on his face, 'You're coming along so well as my fuck boy, next time you get to suck my cock before and after I fuck you." I haven't done that for awhile.
Anyway, after sex with Danny he always acts so nice. He's the nicest most grateful side-sex buddy I've had in awhile. Well, Tracy is too. Tracy's little brother came out of his coma the first day Tracy visited him in the hospital and Tracy was back at Merrimack by the end of the week. I thought it was touching how concerned he was for his brother. So, both Tracy and Danny are ideal sex buddies with the right attitudes, more than willing to say 'thanks for the sex'. Okay, Tracy's tends to flatters me too much. Plus he's always trying to buy me stuff which I keep rebuffing. I'm afraid he's thinking we might have a future together. I really like him, but I wish he'd see it for what it is... buddy sex. I'm not sure what to do or say to him about it without hurting his feelings, which is the last thing I want to do. Maybe this summer's break is coming at a good time and he can cool his feelings for me. Tracy will probably be on the hunt for his next sex buddy the week he's home, and he won't have any trouble finding a hot girl or boy to replace me anytime he wants one. He's really good looking, a sincerely nice guy, and sexy as hell. If I wasn't in love with two guys already I could see myself getting serious about Tracy. Not Danny though, although he's an excellent fuck buddy. Some guys aren't the right type for me to fall in love with. Obviously Robby feels differently about Danny, which is the mystery of love. But yeah, Danny is an almost perfect side-sex buddy for me, with his sort of innocent dominance that sometimes is kinda funny, but mostly it's pretty hot.
When we're alone now, just Ryan and me, we have a tendency to get giddy at the thought of being together this summer, and then I'll feel bad remembering I won't see my brother, mom, or Robby for most of that Georgia time. Trying to pump me up about Georgia, Ryan's described how nice his mom and dad are, and how spacious their house is, and the good aspects of the job we'll be doing, although it doesn't seem to me he knows very much about what the job entails. He likes to add to his description of the job, every ten minutes or so for levity, that he'll be my boss and I'm not to forget it, and he says he's going to be a strict boss too. He's joking about being strict, but not about him being my boss. I tell him that's nothing new, that he's one of my bosses already, which he scoffs at. Then when I'm with Robby I know I'm going to be homesick for him. Maybe Chubby's right that I need to mature, and maybe this nine weeks away from most of the things and people I'm most comfortable with will help me do that. I mean, I'll be dealing with new everything except Ryan. And what if he acts totally different when he's in familiar surroundings and with his mom and dad? I've been thinking about the negative possibilities of this move, but I'm committed to it even if it turns out to be a big mistake. I don't think it will, but that remains to be seen. For now I should be thinking about our spring break that basically started when we finished taken the last midterm.
Anyway, like I said, we've done awesomely with the midterms and so we're in really good moods having lunch at Fuddruckers and congratulating other students we see who are in our classes. Most of those guys also feel they did very good with the midterms. That pisses me off because I want to hear someone moaning about how hard the exams were so I'd feel even better about doing really good with them. Whatever, we're definitely in good spirits, Robby
and me especially because we're going on spring break with Chubby, Dodger and Connor. Both Danny and Ryan are spending spring break with their families. Danny's family is going to Disney World, mostly for Danny's younger brothers, but at twenty years old Danny isn't too old to appreciate Disney World. In fact I hear there are rides that his younger brothers probably aren't tall enough to get on. All I know about Disney World I've learned from listening to others guys who've been there, because we've never been. After lunch Danny and Robby go to baseball practice and on the way Robby drops Ryan and me off at Ryan's dorm.
Watching Robby drive away I have a twitch in my pants knowing I'm going to miss him this summer. Lighting a cigarette, I'm like, "Whaddaya feel like doing now, Ryan?" He says, "Hmmm, lets see. I'm not going to be with you for ten days, so what do you imagine I want to do?" I grin, saying, "Me too... I won't see you for ten days either. Should we go to my apartment?" Ryan says, "No, Freddie flew out of Logan for New York and his rents right after his last midterm this morning. We'll use my dorm room because I know no one will bop in on us and I've got to print out my boarding pass and email my dad about when my flight gets in and all that." As we're walking to his dormitory, I ask, "Are you nervous about coming 'out' to your parents?" He says, "Just a little. It's hard saying the words to your parents, 'I'm gay', but I'm determined to do it. Hell, I have to do it if our plans for the summer are going to work. I mean, how much fun would it be if they planted you in one of the spare bedrooms?" I say, "Maybe I should stay in a spare bedroom. We could still have times together in one of our bedrooms." Ryan reaches over and takes my cigarette from between my fingers, then takes a drag looking me in the eyes. Passing the cigarette back to me, he exhales smoke, saying, "Fuck that, you're sleeping with me. I'm telling mom and dad I'm gay and that you and I love each other, and that's it." I put my arm across his shoulders to give him a hug, "Okay, boss. That's a gutsy move on your part, but I'll back you up when I'm there, if I'm there." He opens the door to his dormitory and I flick my cigarette butt. It slips and goes off Ryan's backpack. Huh! We start up the steps in his dormitory, as he asks me, "What do you mean 'if you're there'?" I say, "I'm all for it, my mom, brother, and Robby are okay with it, but you don't have a final okay from your folks yet. There are things that aren't predictable, so something we're not considering could screw up our plans." He says, "I guarantee it'll be totally cool with mom and dad. I know them well enough to know what they'll say, and it'll be all supportive stuff and they'll be embracing you."
Inside his room he sits at his computer with me standing next to him staring at him. I'm more attracted to his appearance now than I've ever been, and I've almost always thought Ryan was uniquely cute with small facial features and his little eyeglasses, and this year he's added the coolest beard. It's still sparse, but that's part of why it's so cool looking. Curly light brown soft whiskers on his upper lip, some at the tip of his pink chin and below his sideburns a little bit too. For my benefit he's been using a beard trimmer to keep his sparse beard about a half inch long. He may have gotten the idea for that from me telling him a hundred times I think he'd look extra sexy with a few days beard growth. Tracy's beard is similar to Ryan's, although he has more bread than Ryan. Robby's beard is in it's infancy, just beginning to be noticeable. His is a pale blond beard and he has to be in the right light before it's noticeable at all. Danny has a regular fully developed beard, but he shaves all the time. One time I made out with him when he hadn't shaved for a day and his beard was scratchy and so sexy it was enough to get me blowing a load in my pants just from making out and feeling his beard on my face. As for mine and Chubby's beards, forget about it.
As Ryan types on his computer I get my fingers in his hair messing up his preppy look, and then without planning to do it, I lean down and put my nose and lips on his forehead at the hairline and gave him a long kiss hugging his head. He stops what he's doing, saying, "Dylan! I'm gotta get this done, please!" I kiss him again fast, saying, "I love you and sometimes that means I can't help but kiss you, plus I love how you smell. It's sweet and sexy and clean and totally you." He goes, "Yeah, yeah, I'm flattered, baby, but I gotta do this." We both freeze at that, then I say, "You called me, 'baby'." He goes, "Yeah, I did, but I wasn't thinking I'd say that, it just came out. Did it sound okay?" I go, "Oh yeah! It sounds perfect." He chuckles, "You're making me as nutty as you are," and he types some more, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he's grinning, saying, "Baby, baby, baby," putting different emphasis each time he says, 'baby'." I'm back to playing with his hair, asking, "When can I give you a haircut?" and he says, "When I get back after Easter break. You'll need one then too, if not sooner." His airplane boarding pass is printing out while he's emailing the flight information to his dad. I ask, "I guess you'll be giving me the same haircut, huh?" He mumbles, "Yeah, of course," then he hit's send and looks up at me, "Bring your barber clipper to Georgia with you. I'll be giving you the same haircut there too." I go, "Oh fuck that, Ryan! That's carrying things too far. What will your rents think? I'll be embarrassed if I have to meet new people at work with this Marine haircut." He stands up and holds my face between his hands, grinning, "They'll think you're the most adorable boy they've ever seen, just like I do." He rubs my hair, mumbling, "Your hair's all fuzzy... that cool bristly feeling's gone. I might even give you a haircut before you leave tomorrow morning." Then he kisses my lips standing on his toes.
After the kiss, I say, "My next haircut isn't happening before spring break, no way, Ryan. It's suppose to be a haircut every three weeks and it's only been two." He goes, "Okay, I'll do it when you get back, don't get pissie about it. Lets lay on the bed together." I dive on his bed and he gets on the normal way shaking him head, asking, "You sure you're twenty?" He's laying on his back as I go up on my elbow looking down at him, saying, "You're getting more like Rob everyday. I'm in a fucking playful mood and I like to have fun, mister grumpy." I'm rubbing the pad of my index finger along his curly soft mustache on his upper lip. He grins, asking, "Me being more like Rob, is that a bad thing? Is that what you're saying?" I go, "No, it's not a bad thing, but I like you acting like you," and I lean down kissing his lips, then with my face close to his, I murmur, "I like looking at you and touching you too." Then I lean down with my nose on his forehead again, murmuring, "Mmmm, and you smell good. I love you, Ryan" and I kiss him and sort of lay on his chest snuggling around to fit against him, the side of my face against his. He hugs me, then turns his head to kiss my cheek. We lay like that a little bit with Ryan rubbing my head... nice and relaxing, feeling in love.
After a few minutes, Ryan quietly says, "Dylan, can I talk to you about something?" I nod my head and try to snuggle against him tighter. His body is so cool and so hot, plus I'm inhaling the sexy scent on his neck. In a louder voice, he says, "Sit up, please." What the fuck is it now? I lift up and
look at his concerned face, and now I'm concerned, asking, "What is it?" He shrugs, "I, um, want to tell you how precious it is that you love me so much. I've never felt this good about myself ever in my life and it's because of you. I'm finally believing that you honestly are in love with me and it scares me." I'm confused, "Scares you? Why the fuck would it scare you?" He says, "Well, I'm letting myself depend on you loving me, letting that fact sink into my mind as a given and it makes me happier than I've ever hoped to be, but I'm scared of what will happen to my psyche when you all of a sudden decide you love another and in a nice way say you don't love me anymore. You know how you change your mind about, well about everything." I'm like, "What are you fucking talking about? No one just turns love on and off. Christ, I've been in love with the same boy for over three years, does that sound like a guy who all of a sudden changes his mind about love?" He licks his lips, "Um, I guess not, but you can't possibly know how important it's become to me knowing you love me." I'm smelling the back of my hand trying to think what I should say. I don't want to make promises I can't keep, but the fact remains that I do love him. Hmmm?
As I smell the back of my hand we look into each others eyes, then Ryan reaches up and gently pulls my hand away holding it, saying, "I guess I'm being paranoid or just plain stupid, but nobody other than my parents even pretended to love me and now you actually have fallen in love with me and I don't know how to act I guess." I quietly say, "I hope you act like you always
do. Keep on top of me about things, make me get whatever haircut you want me to have, be a little bossy 'cause I love that, and don't forget to love me back. In other words, don't change because I love you the way you are." He hugs around the back of my neck pulling my head down and right away I feel his tears on the side of my cheek. Jeez, what's happening? He hugs me for a minute or so with me limply laying against him, then he lifts my head and kisses my lips, saying, "It'll kill me when you leave me whether it's next month, next year, or whenever, but what can I do except love every second of you loving me as long as it lasts." Fuck! I mumble, "Don't talk like that, Ryan."
I lay on my back next to him, looking at the ceiling, then finally say, "Okay, I just thought of something you can do for me to cement our love, Ryan," and he turns his head toward me, asking, "Sure, anything, Dylan, what is it." I turn my head to look at him, saying with fake sincerity, "Don't ever say that again, that thing about it'll kill you if I don't love you anymore. Don't even say it when you don't really mean it." He nods his head, "Okay, I won't say that again. Is there anything else?" I go, "Um, yeah, teach me how to kiss like you do." Ryan says, "I could teach you my secret, but then I'd have to kill you." I go, "There's that word again, the 'k' word. I
just asked you not to say that word. What the fuck's wrong with you?" He says, "Okay, kill me if I say it again." I'm like, "Well, obviously you're a slow learner. Some kind of learning disability perhaps. To be safe, don't say any fucking word that even sounds like it begin's with a 'K'." He nods his head asking, "Does the word cunt start with a 'K'?" I say, "I think so, but we'll make an exception for that word because I know your British roommate's always calling somebody a cunt." He laughs, "You're a nut, ya know that? Freddie speaks a different English than we do," and I'm like, "Oh, but they invented English so maybe they're right and we're wrong." He goes, "Really? Freddie says 'twat' a lot too, and 'bollocks' for something that really sucks or he's pissed off about, then he says, 'dogs bollocks' at something that's cool or good. Does that sound like proper English to you?" I'm chuckling, "Oh, what else does he say?" Ryan goes, "Well, 'pissed' meaning drunk, and then next time he'll say 'bladdered' for drunk. I can't keep up with him. Then something is 'cheeky' at times and he was 'swotting' for the midterms, and he thinks Harry Black is a 'wanker'. And oh yeah, Freddie says fuck in almost every sentence." I'm like, "Huh, it doesn't seem like our favorite Brit is fully committed to America's politically correct revolution." Ryan says, "I think you're right, and get this, he told me the French are worse using a different word for everything!" I'm smiling and laughing, "Yeah, I've heard that," as I get my fingers in his hair again pushing his bangs off his forehead, saying, "See, you look good with a buzz cut, it highlights your cute face. This preppy haircut distracts people's attention from your face." He goes, "I like my preppy haircut, don't you?" I lower my face to his, my lips on his, as I mumble, "I love everything about you, including your preppy haircut that you cruelly didn't let me cut for you." Our lips do a surprisingly romantic lovers kiss, especially considering we've been totally goofing around just before the kiss. I started the goofing to get Ryan off his maudlin, negative thinking that one day I'd just say, 'Oh, by the way, Ryan, I don't love you anymore'. The bad part is people actually do come to that conclusion about someone they used to love every day. I hope I don't ever feel that way about Robby or Ryan.
Our kiss last two minutes or so with me laying on Ryan's tight smaller body. As we make-out we squirm together, our lips kissing and our tongues sl iding against one another sexily as our noses rub together. Ryan's glasses get pushed up on his forehead so I take my hand away from his hair to lift his glasses off and put then on the night stand next to the bed. Then Ryan moves his lips off mine, gasping and inhaling deeply, the sides of our faces sliding together again. After a deep inhale, Ryan murmurs in my ear, "Nobody
loves you like I do, Dylan, my feelings for you go beyond love to whatever is more intense than love." It's very touching, but I don't want him to change and start treating me differently. I say, "I love you too, but just stay the way you are. Don't change, Ryan, seriously. Be my bossy lover and don't let me get away with anything." He says, "I promise, but don't get mad when I need to insist on something you don't like." I say, "Deal! Now can we move on to something else, like, um, oh I don't know. Oh yeah, how about you fucking me? Yeah, that's it." Ryan says, "You got it, boyfriend," and he rolls me off him onto my stomach. Ryan, quick as a cat, pops up and sits on my ass reaching under me unbuttoning my pants, then pulling the zipper down. Backing off my ass, he sits on my legs pulling my pants and underwear halfway down my thighs and smacks my ass, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" I look back as Ryan pulls his zipper down and fishes out his fairly hard cock. He drags it across my asshole then up my ass crack a few times, then strokes it twisting his fist as he does it.
Finished stroking his fairly hard cock now, he goes up on his knees, slaps my ass, "SMACK!" and says, "Get your ass up," which I do and he pushes the head of his cock in past my sphincter, murmuring, "This'll hurt a little," and leans forward pushing his big cock up my ass and I grit my teeth at the pain inside my offended rectum. Three inches go in as Ryan breaths noisily
through his nose, then pulls his cock all the way out. Another "SMACK!" on my buttocks and his cock's head disappears inside me again, but this time it's leaking precum and it goes a little easier although it still hurts. It feels like about five inches of hard fat cock penetrates me with my face on Ryan's pillow and his scent there helps keeps me from yelling out loud about the hurt inside. Ryan pulls his hard boner out all the way again and strokes it, moaning, "Aaaah, oooh, mmm," then in it goes with more precum, lots of precum and all eight-plus inches go in with me muttering a quiet, "Ow," this time. He lays on my back pushing his cock a tiny bit further inside me. Rubbing my head he murmurs, "Sorry, baby. It'll feel better in a minute or so." I love the feel of his body on mine and his big cock filling my ass. My rectum's a real trooper and stretches like it should as the hurt fades and the pleasure sensations overpower the hurt and begin singing praises of Ryan's great penis for fucking.
When my rectum is throbbing with sexual pleasure, Ryan lifts up on his spread knees, grabs my hips lifting my ass a little more and begins pulling his boner back setting off signals from my prostate and the lips of my asshole so awesome I moan into his pillow and my body shudders. Pushing his boner back up my ass and then pulling it back immediately he's off to the races thrusting his big organ back and forth in my ass with me making random sounds of pleasure, moaning, "Aaah, aah, aah, mmm, ooh, umm, umm, ooh," with each penetration. Ryan's mumbling, "Yea, yea, yea," along with my moans as we both get entirely captivated by the homosexual deep pleasure provided from anal sex. I've slobbered a big wet spot on his pillow by the time his relentless pleasure providing boner brings on my approaching climax and I'm squirming on the bed trying to push my ass back at his thrust until there's nothing at all in my life except the incredible feeling of his hard boner in my rectum. Three, four minutes more and then I'm squealing and pushing up off the bed as cum flies from my cock in a stream that's cut off when I flop back down on the bed. My cock sizzles under me still shooting out more spunk as Ryan drops down on my back, makes a strangling noise, and my rectum is filled with a warm creamy substance. He humps against my ass again and more creamy wetness inside me pushes back the first part of his orgasm and some slides past his boner somehow to drool down to the back of my shimmering nuts.
I'm weak as after effects of my climax sizzle around my groin and then fade out. Ryan's still laying on me moaning quietly while moving only his hips thrusting his boner lazily in my sloppy ass for another ten trusts or maybe it's a few more than that, then he leaves his cock inside my ass, along with most of his cooling cum, and sighs taking a deep breath. The enormous sensation of climax left me limply laying here feeling spent, but wonderful at the same time. There's no way to know if my climaxes give me more pleasure than other people's experience when they climax, but I can't imagine anyone's feeling better than mine. We lay like this for a couple of minutes, and they Ryan asks, "You okay, Dylan?" I nod my head mumbling, "Never better, Ryan, that was awesome." He does a pushup with a hand on the mattress on either side of me, then falls over on his back pulling his long penis from my ass. I go, "Mmm, ooh," and he takes a deep breath, then says, "Hard to beat that feeling of climax. Jesus!" I go, "Uh huh, I was just wondering myself if everyone gets the type of immense thrill that climaxing brings out on me. Oh, and you fuck spectacularly, boss, the absolutely perfect fuck."
He sighs again, murmuring, "I have fantasies of you and me stranded on a desert island, one that conveniently an abandoned ship crashed on as well. Ya know, so they'd be plenty to eat and drink, but nothing much to do except swim in the ocean or lay in a hammock together and hug, make-out, and fuck." I smile, "I've had that fantasy too," and then I wish I hadn't said that because he's going to ask who I'm on the island with in my fantasy. He doesn't though, instead he mumbles, "I don't want to know who's there with you in your fantasy." He looks at me, the side of my face on his wet pillow facing him, and he says, "It's always you with me in my fantasy. Do you want to take a boat trip with me sometime?" I grin, "Yeah, I do." Ryan shimmies over to me while rolling over on his stomach and puts his arm across my back to give me a hug, saying, "I love loving you, Dylan, and I love love love you loving me." A kiss on the side of my cheek, as I grin, saying, "You're awesome to love, Ryan." He snuggles in tightly next to me and we lay peacefully like this for awhile with my pants still down and his cock still out through his fly, the perfect scenario for an encore.
I'm pretty sure we both drifted off for a little nap. I know I did because I felt so good, so relaxed and happy. When I woke up Ryan was staring at me so I smile at him and he murmurs, "You're beautiful, did you know that? Cute and good looking, but beautiful too." I just smile at him and we begin making-out slowly and that leads to a slow fuck with us both on our sides and Ryan's arm over me lightly rubbing my nip ring nipple and me cooing pleasure sounds. It goes on for maybe fifteen minutes before we both get still, our bodies stiff, then climax together. Ryan pulls out and I roll over to partially lay on him chest to chest as we do slow kisses for awhile rubbing each other's head. Finally we stop and I lift my head as Ryan says, "Did you notice I like rubbing your head? It's that haircut you insist on." I grin, "Yeah, I insist on it because I know gay guys can't resist me with this haircut." Ryan says, "Come on, we're going to your apartment and I'm giving you a fresh haircut for your trip."
Shaking my head, admitting to myself I'm giving in to Ryan from now on about my haircut. What the hell, it's cool Ryan wants his way instead of letting me have mine. I get away with this kind of thing with Robby, so maybe it's time someone said, 'no' to me. I mutter, "Okay, Ryan, you're the boss." He slides off the bed putting his dick away and zipping up, saying, "That's right, baby, I am the boss. Pull your pants up and come on." I get up and pull up my pants up, saying, "My cum is all over me and your bed. Plus your cum is all over my ass." He looks at his watch, "We've got time for a shower at your place. Rob's practice has at least another hour to go, and as far as your cum on my bed... no problem, dude." I ask, "What about my brother?" and Ryan asks, "What about Jeff, he won't mind if we take a shower, will he?" As I'm putting on my backpack, I say, "We're taking separate showers if Chubby's home." Ryan shrugs, "Sure, okay, lets go." Chubby's not home though so we undress with Ryan laughing, "After the shower I'm gonna need to borrow more of your clothes." Getting in the tub under the shower, I'm like, "No problem, that's if we can find any clean clothes." It's a quick shampoo and body wash with minimal grab ass because we've just fucked twice and even we can feel sexually satisfied for awhile.
Resigned to getting another haircut, and why not... Ryan won't give in. That's right, I might as well get used to it because obviously Ryan doesn't give in to me like Robby does. Hmm, I kinda like that for a change. It's a nice change that gives me a touch of submissiveness towards Ryan, which is exactly his objective. We find clean clothes and get dressed. No sense me putting a shirt on until after the haircut, so with a bare torso I get the barber clippers out for Ryan. When everything's laid out on the kitchen bar and plugged in, I say, "It's all set up, Ryan," and I docilely sit on the barber stool. Ryan comes over and runs his fingers through my short hair, then pats my shoulder, "Ready for another of my special haircuts just for you?" I say, "Yes, no more complaints from me." He squeezes the back of my neck, mumbling, "Thanks, baby." It gives my dick a twitch that Ryan won the haircut situation. He picks up the clippers, turns then on and this time there's no discussion about the haircut. Ryan's won and I just sit docilely while he runs the clippers tightly against my scalp, doing it too quickly, but the sound of the clippers running throughout the haircut with snippets of my blond hair falling on my shoulders and lap continually puts me into a very pleasant submissive frame of mind with my dick tightening up and buzzing sexually.
Ryan goes over the same areas twice getting the hairs short, even, and the subtle different lengths blended. It's sexy the way he abruptly pushes my head to the side and forward before running the clippers quickly up the sides and back of my head. My haircut fetish being firmly in place, along with Ryan's dominant way of giving me this haircut, almost gets me regressing in
age again. It's inexplicable, but this is almost as sexually stimulating to me as having sex. Neither Robby nor Chubby ever made me feel this way when cutting my hair, although Sonny came close. It's so dreamy with the sound of the clippers hypnotizing me and the buzzing all around my groin awesomely tantalizing. Ryan pretty much duplicates the very short white-sidewall burr haircut he gave me last time except for cutting the hairs at the crown of my head shorter and even telling me he was doing it. "I ran the clippers too far up the back of your head this time, Dylan, so I'll be cutting the hairs at the crown very short to blend in with the rest." No apology for his mistake, just cut my hair even shorter. I try to say, "Okay, Ryan," but I can't form the words because I feel an orgasm coming on. I had two orgasms already when we fucked less than an hour ago and now this. Amazing!. Ryan lays the comb flat on my head and runs the clippers along the comb. I groan, jerk my hips out and cum in my pants again. Ryan stops cutting and chuckles, asking, "Did you have a little accident in your pants again, baby?" I nod my head savoring the sensations of another orgasm. Sexy fetish!
"You're awesome, Dylan. God, I love doing things with you. I'll bet it won't be long though before the novelty of me giving you these very short haircuts wears off, and you'll probably stop cumming in your pants. Huh?" His prediction of me accepting the fact this will be my haircut from now on has already happened, but I hope that doesn't mean I won't get sexually excited about it in the future like he just speculated. Oh man, that small orgasm I just had felt so good. Finished, Ryan's rubbing my head with both hands, saying, "Two weeks is the proper interval for your haircuts, not three." I had the orgasm, of course, but I didn't realize the extent of my submissiveness until I hear myself meekly say, "Okay, Ryan, every two weeks." He chuckles, "Ah, my submissive boyfriend who I love more every day. I gotta pinch
myself again to be sure I'm not dreaming. At times like this I almost believe my deserted island fantasy might actually come true too. Ha ha, not really." One last head rub, then he says, "All done, Dylan, you clean up while I check my emails." He sits on the sofa staring at me in between checking his iPhone. Ryan's doing a hell of a job of creating these delicious submissive trances in me, and often without even needing sub/dom sex to do it. Well, this was kind of a one-sided sexual situation we just had. He isn't aroused sexually, but I sure was. I put everything away and then cuddle on the couch with him still feeing submissive. Ryan says, "This is working out really well, don't ya think, Dylan?" I murmur, "Absolutely, Ryan. It feels good," and I lay the side of my head on his shoulder. He puts his arm around me, quietly saying, "I never dreamed I could be this happy." My submissiveness fades away leaving me feeling peaceful and contented, although the small shots of cum in my pants has cooled and doesn't feel too good. The thought of complaining about my haircut is the furthest thing from my mine. Finally Ryan says, "How 'bout you change your underwear and we'll shop for tonight's dinner. We should do something special to celebrate spring break, and the fact we kicked ass with those midterms." I quietly say, "Lobster, Ryan. That what we should get." He nods his head, "Great idea," and we get up as I sigh, feeling really good. Smiling at Ryan, he asks, "What?" I go, "I don't know. It's just cool being with you. I like the way you do things and you make me feel soooo fucking good." My dick gets a little stiff again as he rubs my head, mumbling, "Thanks for saying that, I'm really glad and I love being with you too, that's for damn sure."
Going down the steps to the parking lot, Ryan says, "You drive, baby, and I'll text the guys that we're having lobsters for dinner." Hot shit, I get to drive again and this time Ryan doesn't do any backseat driving. The fish market is in a strip mall with six other stores, including Butcher Boy's food market. The strip mall is down route 125 about five miles, so less than a ten minute drive, and when I park, Ryan says, "Six for dinner. John Beverly is joining us again tonight. He's cool, don'cha think?" I go, "Yeah, he is. He kissed me twice when he was drunk last night. Hot lips on that straight boy." We go to Butcher Boy first and pick out romaine lettuce and tomato's for a salad. Then a dozen corn on the cob again, plus Yukon gold potatoes and a half dozen eggs so I can make a potato salad. I'll microwave the potatoes to get them started cooking and then boil then along with the eggs for ten to twelve minutes. Cool the eggs and potatoes in the refrigerator. When I'm ready to make the potato salad I'll get someone to peel the hard boiled eggs while I peel the potatoes. Then roughly dice them, add sweet onion finely diced, diced celery and then mix it up. My dressing is a tablespoon of wine vinegar, spicy mustard and mayonnaise beaten together. Sometimes I add some diced red pepper and other time some diced dill pickle, but not this time because I don't know if Danny and John Beverly would like those extra ingredients. Chubby, Robby, Ryan and me do, but we all like the potato
salad without the extra stuff too.
While shopping I'm aware no one is giving my haircut a second look and that's probably because very short haircuts are popular around here nowadays, and they seem to be getting more popular. Not as short as mine usually, but some actually are shorter, so I'm going to decide I'm good with Ryan's haircut. The important thing is it looks professionally done. Home haircuts by amateurs can be spotted by me immediately. Next store to Butcher Boys is the fish store. I tell Ryan, "Lobsters are a lot cheaper at Market Basket, but they only have one pound to a pound and a quarter chicken lobsters. Ryan orders six two-pound lobsters which come to $120.00. He doesn't blink, just
pays with a credit card. I paid for the inexpensive potatoes, eggs, salad fixing, and corn on the cob, but that came to less than $7.00 so I try giving Ryan money to help pay for the lobsters, but he won't hear of it. "My treat for you guys. I'm at your apartment a lot, drinking your beer and eating your food. It's my treat tonight. I don't argue with him, but I probably should because he treated last night too. It's like I'm getting used to not arguing with him. It's been ten weeks since that cluster fuck at Marty's after which Ryan made a project out of little dominant acts and a little sub/don sex to supposedly satisfy my submissive fetish. I thought it was all silly and unnecessary but I've been enjoying it lately and I fell in love with my little bossy boyfriend here, so I guess his project wasn't as silly as I thought it would be and I have no complaints at all.
I have the cooked potatoes and eggs chilling in the refrigerator as Ryan and I share our last beer from the refrigerator. We pass it back and forth on the balcony while smoking. He says, "John Beverly's bringing a case of beer and I think he said whiskey too." I go, "Oh fuck no! Not shots again." It's a jovial group when everyone arrives and yes, shots again, but no one even mentions my haircut except Robby, who said to Ryan, as Robby rubbed my head, "Nice job, Ryan." and that was it. As I fix the potato salad a couple of guys husks the corn, while Chubby get a big pot of water boiling for the
lobsters and then makes the salad. Lobsters easily get too dried out and tough cooking them on the grill, and these big boys wouldn't all fit on the grill anyway. What Chubby doesn't do is over-boil the lobsters because they get tough if you do that. Between the butter on the corn, and dipping the lobster in melted butter, we all have shiny chins by the time we're finished eating. And yeah, everyone gets a little drunk what with Chubby coming up with a million things to toast. It's an awesome last night before spring break and everyone's appropriately appreciative of Ryan buying the lobsters, but I bet none of them know how much they cost him. He wouldn't say obviously. Ryan and I have a sweet goodbye in the parking lot standing next to his Mini Cooper. We're exchanging kisses and words of love and I'm feeling especially close to him. It's like I don't want to stop hugging him, but he finally says, "I better go, Dylan. Don't want Rob getting mad at me for monopolizing you." I kiss him one last time and watch him go as I light a cigarette wondering how it can be that I love two young men like I do. Huh. Back
upstairs Robby and Danny are starting their goodbyes as Chubby and John Beverly are on the balcony arguing and then laughing about something. Robby says, "Hey, baby," and I look over. He says, "I'm gonna give Danny a ride back to campus, do you wanna come?" I say, "No, you guys need to say your goodbyes. I'll miss you Danny," and he comes over so we can do a quick kiss as he rubs my head, but says nothing about my latest haircut. My haircut is just part of the landscape, like I knew it'd get to be.
Tomorrow morning we drive home to Framingham where Dodger and Connor are waiting for us at Robby's. I'm very excited to see the soldier boys again.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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