DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 6
by Donny Mumford
Cory drops me off at my place, then I watch him drive out of sight as I light a cigarette. It would have been inconsiderate of me to light up around Cory because he has that lung condition caused by Cystic Fibrous. I thought about a cigarette a half dozen times tonight so maybe quitting after graduation will be harder than I thought, but it's not something I need to think about now. Going up the steps slowly, giving myself the time to smoke the damn thing, I make up a fantasy about me and our cute waiter tonight, Stephen, at the Ninety-Nine restaurant. Lets see, hmmm. How about if he turns out to be gay as May, a normally sweet gay lad who morphs into an extremely dominant individual during sex. Maybe I run into him at the mall and he remembers me because he served Cory and me beers without asking for ID. It could be, he thought I was cute so being gay himself, he's real friendly as he's feeling me out to see if I'm gay too, and maybe we hit it off. Under the guise of playing his new computer game he's just bought at the mall, we go to his place. We go into his bedroom where he makes me get naked somehow, then ties my hands together. Nothing I haven't experienced before, but then I get intrigued when he ties my hands to the doorknob. Why'd he do that? Surprise, surprise he spanks the shit out of me with a ping pong paddle, giggling while he doing it. He's calling me nasty names making the whistling sound because of his chipped tooth. A ruthless little fucker. When I'm bawling my eyes out like a six year old who fell off his bike and skinned his knees, Stephen frees me from the doorknob and makes me get on my hands and knees, then fuck's me hard all around the bedroom controlling where I go with a leash around my neck as he barks out directions. "Over to the bed, pussy, now to my desk, faggot, move it,"the whole time he's yelling at me he's fucking me a new asshole and this kid's got a cock on him you can't believe. A nine inch fat beauty that's gotta weight two pounds when hard. Jesus! I scramble wherever I'm told, afraid of being paddled again. Naturally I get sexually excited beyond belief as his huge fat boner plows back and forth in my ass and I'm shooting cum all over the place with one orgasm after another. My balls don't stop pumping cum out of my throbbing cock the entire time. Then he yanks on my leash pulling my hands off the floor as Stephen fills me up with his hot creamy teen spunk. I suck his big cock afterwards and then rim his ass, with my tongue so far up he ass his rectum muscles capture it and hold it there for awhile with him giggling like a madman and smacking my red ass. When he springs another boner he fuck's me again, for half an hour this time and then spanks me with a slipper as I scurry around on my hands and knees licking up the cum I shot all over his wall to wall carpet. Ha ha, that crazy fucker, Stephen, who knew? In actuality he'd probably throw-up even hearing this fantasy, or maybe get in the fetal position sucking his thumb asking for his mommy. He's probably got a cute little bubbly
girlfriend who's a cheerleader with a ponytail and bangs, red cheeked and so innocent butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, whatever the fuck that means. Goofy fantasy, fer sure.
After accidentally flicking my cigarette butt off the front door, I kick it off the stoop and go inside forgetting about Stephen and that absurd fantasy. Instead I give some thought to Cory's reaction to everything tonight. It doesn't take much for him to have a really good time. It makes me feel good that I could do that for him, bring a little joy into his life. Also, it
partially makes up for this day without so much as one orgasm by me. No sexual climax today or tonight, which couldn't be a healthy thing. I guess I better get used to days without a climax if I'm giving up side sex for Robby. Ryan doesn't count as side sex because he's in the threesome. Sure, Robby and me will be sleeping together and most nights we're sure to have some sex, but the one or maybe two nights a week he's fucking Ryan I can't expect he'll still be horny enough to do me after Ryan. Then I remember Robby said something about me and Ryan doing sex in the afternoon so he's okay with that apparently. Yeah, and 'nooners' are fun and sexy so I've got that going for me. Silly Ryan says he'd like to fuck me four or five times a day which is fine, but come on... that's not realistic. I mean the time constraints alone make that impossible. Hmmm, I wonder what those two are doing right now? Probably best not to dwell on that thought. Another thing I need to think about is straightening out Ryan on the submissiveness he expects from me after sex. That ain't gonna happen because I save that for Robby and only Robby. Ryan isn't in any position to press the point because he's hot to trot where I'm concerned, so I hold the cards in that situation. Enough about that though, I gotta think about something enjoyable, not a potentially tense situation with Ryan.
As I get a Coke from the refrigerator I chuckle to myself thinking about how quickly and ferociously Cory climaxed tonight filling my rectum to overflowing. Not that I'm making fun of him because that's the way I was when fat Carl taught me about anal intercourse during my innocent days. I had many a quick climax getting fucked by him. My fondness for having a hard cock up my ass was apparent pretty much right from the first time he fucked me, and he fucked me hard too. That broke me in to hard sex, rough fucking and it's served me well the past three-plus years. Of course it wasn't cool that I became obsessed with that obnoxious fat fuck, begging him to fuck me again and again until he fucked me into walking bowlegged during my long walk from his house to mine. He'd never give me a ride home, the asshole. He fucked me two or three times and then tell me to get out when he'd had enough to satisfy himself. Red assed from the spankings and walking bowlegged I'd slink out the door, but I was a very willing sex partner to Carl so I guess I can't blame him for my stupidity. He took advantage of me obviously and I finally got it through my thick skull he was a miserable prick and I stopped seeing him. Willie adopting me as his boyfriend helped break me of the fat Carl habit. Willie had many good points, but some bad ones too. Nothing's perfect. You know what, I'm sick of thinking about sex. Putting a Counting Crows CD in the player I go out on the balcony figuring I'll think about the music rather than sex, but everything on the balcony is wet from the rain storm. Fuck!
Going back inside I get a towel from the hamper and dry an area so I can sit down and enjoy the music. That's better. I sit down and light another cigarette, wishing I had a beer. The Counting Crows write songs with a story to them, words that make sense and sometime's they are emotional. Many of today's bands yell the same catch phrase thirty times and call that a song. It's funny how my favorite bands when I was in middle school are still my favorites to this day. Oh there are some good new groups, the band 'Fun', for
example, but there doesn't seem to be as many good bands as there used to be. I mean groups like The Frey, The Killers, Counting Crows and others are still the ones I listen to the most. There's a lot of one hit wonders nowadays. Then there's the people from the sixties and seventies who still favor the groups from their era. The Beatles and Rolling Stones are among their favorites, yipes! Rolling Stone magazine some years ago picked the greatest rock 'n roll band of all times. With a name like Rolling Stone Magazine no one was surprised they picked the Rolling Stones as the greatest rock 'n roll band of all time. What bullshit! And what's with the fascination people seemed to have with rolling stones back then. My mom likes the unlistenable Bob Dylan who had a hit song, 'Like A rolling Stone', I think that's the title. What's a rolling stone anyway? I mean, stones don't roll. Maybe a rock or a boulder might roll down a hill, but that'd be rolling boulders, not rolling stones. Jesus, I'm giving myself a headache.
As the Counting Crows work their way through the awesome cut, 'Round Here' I give some thought to tomorrow. Lets see, we're scheduled to attend the second orientation, and that's all we have for tomorrow. That'll be the orientation where professors and students in the different majors meet separately. It'd would have to be more worthwhile than today's general orientation. What a monumental waste of time that was. Actually I hope Robby lets us blow this second orientation off entirely. Anything that will be covered at the orientation is already described on Merrimack's web site. All ya gotta do is read the damn stuff. Plus, all those boring questions about individual's problems! Spare me, please. Then I hear Chubby singing along with the CD so I turn around as he's bounding out onto the balcony. "Dylan, my favorite person ever!', he yells, then, "How ya doing, bro?" I'm like, "Good, Chub, why so exuberant?" He says, "I had a good night, that's why. The bimbo I have. a date with tonight adores me already. It usually takes me two dates to be adored, but she picked up on my adorableness quicker than most. Hell, she practically ripped the pants off my person. Aggressive girl." I ask, "Does the bimbo have a name?" He goes, "Ya know what, her name is the one thing I don't like about her. Her name is about the only thing I don't like actually, other than her name she's near perfect. Perfect for what she is, if you get my drift." I say, "Whatddaya mean?" He says, "She's like a sexual relief person. I don't know if that's an official designation, but you know, anytime I'm horny I'll give her a call and bingo the horns get clipped just like that." I mutter, "You're dangerously oversexed, Chubby, but don't worry, there are doctors that treat that sort of thing." He laughs at that, and I ask, "What's wrong with her name? Why don't you like it?" He goes, "It's Dolorous, fer chrissakes." I go, "Uh huh, and what's wrong with that?" He goes, "Dylan, it rhymes with clitoris, that's the problem." I mumble, "I don't get the problem," and he says, "I could easily slip up and call her clitoris, which she probably wouldn't like. When I've been drinking, for example." I mutter, "Oh yeah, I'm so sure that will happen," and he says, "It could, so I've given her a nickname." I ask, "Which is?" and he says, "What else, I'm calling her 'Babs' and she loves it. She went around the party telling every one her name is now Babs. She even called her mother and told her. Babs may have been a bit drunk." I go, "That's weird behavior," and Chubby shrugs, "Yeah, it was a little weird, I thought that myself because she didn't know hardly anybody at the party, so they didn't know her name to start with. Neither did I, and it was a tad awkward." I'm rolling my eyes, as Chubby's saying, "But what a rack on this chick!" I go, "Yeah, ya told me that yesterday."
He's probably picturing Clitoris's rack in his head right now. He chuckles about something, then asks, "So, what'd my brother do tonight?" I'm like, "Just hanging out. Hey, Cory and I got served beers at the Ninety-Nine, that was different. I gave him a haircut too. The Ninety-Nine isn't a very impressive place other than the beers." Chubby goes, "Yeah, I've eaten there a couple of times and you're right, it's not impressive, but it is cheap." I add, "And I got served beer there." He goes, "You and Cory got served? That's a little hard to believe, bro." I go, "Nope, there was this young waiter who was probably smitten by me so he just caved in and got us beers like I told him." Chubby mutters, "Bullshit alert," and Robby joins us, glancing at me a little sheepishly. Ah ha, a guilty conscience perhaps. I wonder what he did to give himself a guilty conscience? Of course I'd bite my tongue off before I'd ask him. I ask, "Robby, my cute boyfriend, how ya doing?" He leans down and gives me a little kiss with Chubby yelling, "Rent a fucking room," and someone below us yells, "Watch your language!" All of us ignore that as Robby says, "We already got a fucking room," and Chubby grins, "I hope ya got a lock on the door because I just might bust in and take pictures of you two it in an awkward position, which I'll then post on Merrimack's chat page." I say, "Don't even joke about that." Chubby goes, "God! You know me a little better than that, Dylan." I go, "I was kidding!" Then say to Robby, "Our roommate scored again tonight, he's two for two." Chubby's beaming, then mumbles, "It nothing any respectable college student couldn't do with one hand tied behind his back." I go, "Unless the college student is named Ears Henderson or Scott Tinsdale." We talk nonsense and smoke cigarettes for an hour or so, wishing we had beers, then we all head off for bed.
In Robby's and my bedroom it's slightly awkward as we're getting undressed, both of us well aware he just screwed Ryan once or twice. As I'm pulling my shirt over my head I try defusing the situation by brightly saying, "I hope you had a good time tonight, Robby. I'm looking forward to having you all to myself tomorrow night when it's my turn." He smiles at me, seemingly more relaxed after hearing that, and says, "Thank's, Dylan, that's nice of you. You twins make me feel important. I'm also looking forward to tomorrow when you and I can give this bed another workout. Whaddaya say?" I bump my forehead against his and hold it there, mumbling, "I say, damn good idea," and we kiss. Then Robby stares at the nip ring, saying, "Oh, I thought you threw that away." I go, "Um, Ryan had a nip ring in each nipple and he gave me one so we'd be more identical as your twin boyfriends." He says, "In a weird way that's kinda sweet of you two. I'm so proud of the way you've been handling everything, Dylan. It might be presumptuous of me to say I'm proud of you, but I'm fucking proud of you," and he hugs me, adding, "This'll work out good this time. You two cooperating so well, and you both make me feel so special. I don't know what to say except thank you." I nod my head, mumbling, "You are special, Robby." We grin at each other, then finish getting undressed down to our underwear. After doing our bathroom routine we get in bed. Robby says, "Good night, baby," and I mutter, "G' night." We're quiet for a minute, then I quietly say, "I'm wondering, Robby, do you call Ryan baby?" He says, "The only person I've ever called baby, or ever will, is you." I nod my head in the dark, snuggle in against him, he puts his arm over me and we go to sleep.
In the morning I wake up before Robby and take this opportunity to stare at him and admire how young and innocent he looks, especially when sleeping. He and his brother are awesomely good looking and uniquely cute in a very boyish way. I don't believe either of them has ever had a blemish during their adolescent years. Chubby and I were fairly blemish free during those annoying pimple years, but we had a few from time to time. Pimples or not, how
the hell do any of us survive our teens years? Holy shit, there's so many changes occurring in out bodies and minds during those years. To me, however, those years were wonderful and that's mostly because Chubby and I were inseparable. Few teens can say that they always had a faithful best friend to be with them as they faced the challenges of growing up. My life would have much different without Chubby by my side, getting my back and loving me no matter what. Thank God I didn't ever have to concern myself about him not being there for me, and me for him. We're very lucky like that. And now in addition to Chubby there's Robby to be by my side the rest of the long journey of life. Well, it's not that long actually now that I think about it. All the more reason to make the most of it while I can. I remember a factoid of Chubby's that claims the ocean quahog can live to be four hundred years old, and that's a definite mistake of our creator, if there is such a thing as a creator. Everything began somehow of course. No sense pondering that thought. I prefer to look at Robby because it gives me a loving warm feeling all over my body and mind. It's the kind of feeling one can only get when they're in true love with an awesome person and know that love is returned in full. It's a beautiful thing.
Hmmm, what's this? The sunlight is hitting Robby just right and I can see blond peach fuzz on Robby's upper lip. It seems all the guys are growing whiskers or starting to, all but me and Chubby. Huh! It's gotta be our dad's genes. He was Hispanic and baby faced, but then he died before he was eighteen so we don't know what he would have looked like at our age. Be that as it may, Robby's starting to grow some whiskers, and he'll be even sexier with them! Oh my God, he's gonna be even sexier than he is now and I won't be able to keep my hands off him. He's just about perfect now and yet he's going to be even more perfect, cuter and sexier. Wow, I've got this squirmy sensation all around my groin and it feels so good. My fingers ruffle through his hair. Huh, I can't think of any time since I first met him that his hair has been this long. Not that it's long, just longer than it's been in years. It's maybe two inches long on the top of his head and it's very pretty. He only wanted a trim for his last two haircuts and I gotta admit it looks good with his preppy part on the side. Actually we both have awesome two tone blond hair but my various sex partners have this thing about cutting my hair uber short, for reasons unknown. Not that I mind it that much because I've experienced some sexy times getting my hair cut. Both Robby's and my hair get bleached in the sun of summer until it's a lighter shade of pale, like that old song says. We're lucky in that regard even if I do say so myself and what a weird coincidence that we have the same hair. Weird coincidence doesn't do it justice actually... it's bizarre. I think Robby and me was meant to be. Our destiny from birth, or maybe not.
I trace around his lips lightly with the pad of my finger and what sexy lips he has too. His beautiful pale complexion tanned beautifully this summer and, yep, I get to be his boyfriend. It brings tears to my eyes to think he's my fiancé too. With his awesome looks and hot sexy body it's no wonder other gay guys take notice and yearn for someone like Robby. Too bad too because he's mine, so don't let me catch you sniffing around him. Hell, I was one of them sniffing around him even before we met. Slowly pulling the covers back I gaze at his chest and stomach checking for body hair, but no, he has none. Still, what a hot athletic body! My hand lightly rubs over his chest and he opens his eyes. Big blue eyes stare back at me as a grin forms on his sexy lips. I lean in for a kiss, and to taste his candy lips. Robby's arm goes around the back of my neck and we have a long lover's kiss. So sweet are his candy lips, lips like sugar. Our lips mesh together and his tongue goes into my mouth tasting like last night's mouthwash, minty and sweet like candy. "Mmmm," moans Robby, "Nice way to start the day, Dylan. You get better looking every day too," and he flops me on my back and gets partially on top of me, chest to chest with his fingers in my hair as we do another sweet kiss. My dick firms up as I moan quietly and inhale his awesome natural aroma. Robby licks my lips, then murmurs, "I get a hard on just looking at you, baby. You're my treasure, a treasure so many want, but they can't have you because you're mine. Aren't you mine?" I nod my head, then mutter, "Forever, Robby." He gets his whole body on me now and our hard cocks bump each other as Robby gives me a long wet kiss and then lifts his head grinning down at me, as I murmur, "Candy lips, lips like sugar." He says, "Sing the song, baby," and I go, "They're the only words to the song I know."
In his clear cool singing voice, he sings the song, "Oh now I see... this is the way love's suppose to be, so don't ever leave me. Be like a kid in a candy store... always coming back for more. Candy kisses, lips like sugar. Candy kisses, lips like sugar." He's so beautiful with his head just above mine and his perfect body on top of me with our hard cocks together. I'm mesmerized and then he kisses me again and looks at me seemingly so happy it makes my eyes tear up. I murmur, "I love hearing you sing, Robby. You're really good." He smirks at me, and says, "I could really go for some lips like sugar on my dick," as he pulls his boxer shorts down and scrambles up to sit on my stomach. Then, his firm bare ass shimmies up my chest until his hard cock is against my lips. Opening my mouth, Robby feeds his cock to me and I slurp on the head with my tongue twirling around it and I almost shoot off right then and there. I gasp inhaling the scent of his groin and the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth, it makes me moan with sexual desire. Robby's got a very pretty cock and it's a good size for sucking because now that he's leaning over my head, the whole thing fits in my mouth with the head poking into my throat. Robby's sucking on his lips, moaning, "Oooh, umm, umm, ooh," as his cocky gets so hard it doesn't seem real. I work my throat muscles on the head as I'm licking the shaft. He eases up and the head comes out of my throat just as a long drool of precum coats my tongue and Robby grunts, "Mmm, aaah, ooh." He squirms on me, but doesn't pull his cock out of my mouth. I'm swallowing more precum, then sucking on his rock hard boner and he goes, "Um, Jesus, ooh." Then a longer moan as his face scrunches up, "Ooooh, aaaaaah!" as cum explodes in my mouth, a lot of it too. Some of it runs out both sides of my mouth and drool's down to my chin. I'm swallowing as fast as I can, really gulping it down fast. Another three spurts of cum from Robby's while he's holding my head with both hands, his body jerking as he squirms on my chest. Another shot of Robby's cum makes me groan and then I buck my hips and shoot a stream onto his back, and then another long stream of cum from my cock goes up in the air and comes down with a plop on my boxer shorts. I'm moving on the bed under Robby as he's wreathing in sexual pleasure on top of me, a knee on either side of my head. Breathing deeply I go back to sucking his softening cock until he falls off me to the side to lay on his back, pulling on his dick from my mouth, and muttering, "That was spectacular, Dylan, absolutely spectacular," then, "Heh heh, your cum is drooling down my back." Turning on his side, looking at me, he rubs my chest murmuring, "I love you so much it hurts my heart."
Feeling as good as a person can feel I snuggle against him and we stare at each other, then kiss. Robby says, "Baby, it's only eight o'clock. Lets try to get a little more sleep." He hugs me and rocks me slowly in his arms... life is good. Robby says, "We'll get a little more rest and the next time we wake up I'll have some lover's sex for you. I wanna show you how much you mean to me." I nod my head, one last kiss and we both close our eyes. As I lay here in Robby's strong arms, smelling his sexy scent, the thought slips through my brain that the last place Robby's cock was located before it went into my mouth, was up Ryan's ass. I grope my cock as a little moan of arousal makes me shudder. Before I drift off to sleep again, I take a second to feel good about taking care of my man's sexual needs. I love the way Robby took for granted I'd suck his cock, and now for the first time ever I really feel someone is 'my man', my head of the household and, Jesus, that gets me hot! And I'll betcha Ryan couldn't have pleasured Robby the way I did. The other thing is, Robby wouldn't have had the confidence, even a couple of months ago, to expect me to just suck him off and then go back to sleep. Sure, I had a climax too, but that's incidental. Robby wanted me to suck him off and felt he deserved it, and he did deserve it. I like the direction our relationship is going. Yeah, Robby's my man. Jeez, that makes me feel good!
We catchup on missing too much sleep the past two days by sleeping until eleven o'clock. When I wake up this time Robby's looking into my eyes looking oh so sexy. We grin at each other and I smack my lips trying to get a taste of his cum from earlier this morning. I roll on top of Robby and lick his lips, muttering, "Lips like candy," which begins a long luscious make-out with me squirming on top of him thinking about the earlier oral sex we had together. Robby's become excellent at kissing and now he grabs my ass, a hand on each of my butt cheeks squeezing a handful as our make-out gets sexier. Quickly I get very hot as Robby keeps up the deep, tongue-involved kissing and slurping on my mouth until I'm whining with sexual desire for him. Yesterday was without an orgasm for me, and then this morning the spontaneous climax I had while sucking Robby's cock, it just makes me want more. Robby's lips and tongue and this bodily contact with me squirming on his dreamy tight body, our cock dancing together with Robby's scent filling my head, has me crazy with desire. My boxer shorts are still wet from my earlier orgasm and now precum adds to the wetness as I moan and kiss back with Robby's
boner pressed against my wet underpants. I moan, "Oh Robby," and he rolls me off of him, and up on my side with him behind me. "Get your pants down, Dylan." I drag them down to my knees," as Robby holds me up on my side with an arm over me, his hand spread on my chest. I feel the wet head of his cock press against my asshole as Robby now groans with desire. He humps his hips and his cock quickly spreads the lips of my ass and punches in past my sphincter. Robby kisses the back of my head murmuring, "I love you," as he drives his cock up my ass until his chest is tight to my back and his crotch is tight to my ass. I go, "Mmmmm, ooh, Robby, fuck me... mmmm." He hugs me to him grinding his hips and tantalizing my prostate, getting me to moan,
"Oooh, that feels so good."
After a minute he slowly pulls his boner back with me making the same 'Hisss'ing,' sound that Cory made yesterday pushing his cock up my ass. Robby pushes his cock back in, then pulls it back and pushes it back in again and leaves it there this time. His groin is tight against my ass again with my rectum swollen and filled up by his fat cock that's so hard it's like wood. I shudder, feeling blissfully wonderful. Having sex with my true love is the best sex there is and I'm experiencing the most exquisite sensation imaginable as they're vibrating from my rectum. My cock is so hard it's sticking straight out from me and barely moving. With his swollen cock impaling me, Robby begins sucking on a spot close to the remains of Ryan's hickey. Robby never said anything about that hickey, but he obviously noticed it and is now leaving one of his own. His scent is fantastically sexy to me as I tighten my ass muscles loving being filled up back there by Robby's cock. It seems to grow as he sucks on my neck and I feel a little submissiveness slide into my head as I lay here on my side docilely, my rectum full of hard cock, and my neck being sucked until it stings and burns. And I love it! I move my head a little groaning when the hickey gets to stinging extra bad and Robby takes his mouth away to murmur, "You taste good, Dylan, and if we could somehow bottle the way you smell we'd make a fortune." His hand has been on my chest, but now he slides it up to take my chin and pull my head towards him so he can kiss the side of my mouth. He mutters, "Lips like candy," and moves his hips back dragging his cock out of my ass until only half the head is inside me. My shoulders shudder as he drive it back up my ass with the fat head of his boner pushing out the walls of my rectum and my anus lips sucking on the shaft of his cock. I moan, "Ooooh, uuummm, ooh," as he pulls it back again and then right back up my ass it goes, fatter than it was a few seconds ago. Robby's breathing noisily, then he murmurs, "Ooh, this feels so good, baby. Your ass is special," and he thrust his cock back and forth a half dozen times as we both go, "Aaaaah."
Robby pushes me over on my stomach with his cock pulling out of my ass entirely making a slurping sound as it breaks free of my sphincter. He gets between my legs, slaps my ass a few times, "Smack! Smack! Smack!' then pushes his cock in again and begins fucking me faster than before with me holding my ass up for him, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," for a few minutes with me moaning constantly. He falls on my back and moves just his hips, driving his boner inside my rectum. He's quietly moaning in sexual pleasure as his moist breath dampens the hairs at the back of my head. His boner moves steadily back and forth in my ass and the awesome sensations inside me meld together in a lusciously sexy way. My entire rectum is sizzling with sexual stimulation and my cock, so hard under me it's almost scary, leaks precum as my climax builds. It's impossible to savor all the exquisite sensations I'm experiencing as I'm squirming and moaning under Robby. My moans of sexual pleasure and Robby's heavy breathing and grunting are all I hear for the next five minutes. With each drive of his cock up my ass I do a quiet, "Ooh, umm, ooh," as I try moving a little to create friction on my impossible hard boner beneath me. It feels so good I'm bumping my ass back into Robby's thrusts. "Uuuum, ooh, Robby," I moan as his never stopping hips continue sliding his boner tightly in my ass with me moving around on the mattress feeling my climax arriving and looking for the relief it will bring, while at the same time wishing this could go on forever.
My prostate sizzles and the lips of my asshole are tight against his constantly moving cock with almost unbearable sensations zipping outwards, and then my orgasm is here. I squeal into the pillow, humping my body up off the mattress with cum streaming from my nuts and out the head of my throbbing cock. Its creating a hundred thousand watts of pleasure from uncountable nerve endings, all screaming to be noticed at the same time. More shots of cum pumps out wetting my stomach and leaving me shaking with sexual pleasure. It's a feeling that can't be explained and then the buzzing thrill of it all subsides leaving me feeling weak, but wonderful. I moan contentedly as Robby continues his quest for climax, his cock continuing to drive up my ass with Robby making desperate whining sounds. I feel the head of his cock swell and then twitch and pulsate as he groans and shakes, humping against my buttocks and pumping cum inside me. There's the wetness and warmth sensation in my rectum to go along with Robby's moans of sexual pleasure as he pours more cum into my bowels and then collapses on my back unmoving. The last of my pleasure sensations fizzle out but leaving a glow all over me, a dreamy glow of contentment. It's like I'm purring as I quietly go, "Mmmm, so nice." Robby rubs his nose against the hairs at the back of my head, murmuring, "It's different with you, Dylan. So much better than the rest, I swear to God it's the best. You're the best." He pulls his cock out and it wetly drags across my left butt cheek as Robby lays next to me sighing, "Oh man, baby, just thinks we've got months of this ahead of us. Whoa, what an awesome thought that is. I agree, "Fantastic, Robby. That was so good I can hardly believe it." I flop over on my back and Robby puts an arm across me giving me a hug. Silence for a minute, then I mumble, "Lets skip the orientation this afternoon, Robby, okay?" He takes a big breath, then mutters, "It's tempting, but I'm curious to see if they have something new to tell us. We might learn something so we'll go. I promise if it's too boring we'll leave." Shit, but I mumble, "Okay, Robby, you're the boss."
He says, "Boss, my ass," and we start wrestling in bed rubbing our bodies together spreading the cum I shot on the sheets and Robby's cum drooling out of my ass all over us. Messy! As usual Robby's stronger than me and he finally says, "Shower time, and then we need a mug of coffee and a smoke. Lets go." We take a shower together shampooing each others hair and washing each other. It's nice showering with someone, they can reach a spot on your back you can't reach yourself. After drying ourselves we walk naked into the bedroom with Robby saying, "I wish I had your dick, Dylan. I'd be able to screw you better." I go, "What are you talking about? Are you kidding? I love the way you fuck me. Absolutely love it! No one does it as good, and I mean that sincerely." He pulls on some underwear, saying, "Thanks, even though I don't know whether to believe you or not." Then he asks, "Um, Dylan, did you think it selfish of me to make you suck me off when we first woke up? I had this wicked desire to have you suck my cock, but now I'm thinking it was unfair of me and I kinda feel bad I didn't reciprocate, ya know?" I say, "Listen, Robby, you're the head of our household and are therefore entitled to things like that. You're the main man, Robby, and anyway I had a climax from sucking your cock. It was so awesome acting submissive to you. I love that shit. Man, the way you are so confident lately is giving me many a hard on, let me tell you. You're awesome and I'm proud to be your boyfriend and secret fiancé. I look up to you." He's pulling a Polo shirt over his head, asking, "Really? You're not breaking my balls?" I say, "No, I really sincerely mean it. I want to please you and I love sucking your cock. Any time you get the urge, just tell me to do it. You'll get no argument from me." He stares at me, "You're serious?" I mutter, "Dead serious," and he says, "Wow, that makes me feel wonderful. You don't mind when I get a little bossy?" I shake my head, "No, it's your job, you're the fucking head of the household. I respect that, Robby." Robby comes over and hugs me, murmuring, "You're too good to be real, thank you for reassuring me I'm doing okay. I can't tell you how good it makes me feel to have your approval, Dylan. You're my idol, ya know." I go, "Don't ya just love our mutual admiration society?" He goes, "Yeah, I do. Lets get that coffee now."
Chubby's already out on the balcony when we go into the kitchen. He's listening to the Counting Crows CD I had on last night. There's apparently something happening on the ground below our balcony because Chubby's at the railing watching whatever it is intently. After making our coffees we join Chubby and I ask, "What's up, Chub? Whatcha looking at?" He turns around and gives me his 'glad to see you, Dylan' smile, and says, "Just some nerds trying to toss around a Frisbee. I haven't seen one of them catch the damn thing yet. Spastics!" I give him a kiss and he says, "Good morning you two. These toads down there are defying the law of averages. You'd think they'd accidentally catch it one time. What an uncoordinated group, it's embarrassing. Look at them." We look over the railing and see three average looking guys and a girl throwing a Frisbee at each other and laughing every time it isn't caught. Robby says, "Ah, they're just some bored kids trying to make friends. It's easier to make friends living in the dorms than the apartment where the majority of residents aren't college age." We sit down as Chubby says, "Did you guys know that the red dot on a 7-up bottle is a tribute to the guy who invented that soft drink?" I go, "No, I didn't, but I do know not to drink that shit, it's sickly sweet." Chubby ignores that and tells Robby, "The guy who invented 7-up was an albino and the red dot represents one of his eyes." Robby mumbles, "That's disturbing news." Chubby shrugs as we all light a cigarette. I sip my hot coffee and Chubby says, "Yeah, I guess it is a tad sick, but so is the fact that most lipsticks contain fish scales." Robby and I exchange glances as Chubby chuckles, "Just a few random obscure facts that I'm too lazy to verify whether they're accurate or not. Also, this one: Donald Duck comics were banned in Finland because Donald doesn't wear underwear or pants. His ass and dick, if he has a dick, are hanging out there and no Finlander wants to see that shit." I mutter, "You told us that one before, Chub." He goes, "These factoids are gold when making conversation with a blind date, just saying..." I go, "Uh huh," as my cell phone chirps indicating a text message.
Looking at it, I see it's from Ryan. He wants to know what we're doing today so I show it to Robby, and he asks, "What do you guys want to do about lunch?" I shrug, then mumble, "How 'bout Italian subs?" Robby says, "Yeah, but I'm thinking cheese steak, how about you, Chubby?" Chubby says, "Yep, sound good to me," so Robby texts back to Ryan on my cell phone telling him our plans, and saying we'll pick him up. Flicking my cigarette butt off Chubby leg and from there off the balcony, I say, "There are sub shops in downtown North Andover. It's like a five minute ride from here." Robby says to me, "Yeah, okay, but first text Tracy and see if he's in. You need to score a case of beer today." I mutter, "Sure thing, boss," and text him getting a text right back. I read it and tell the guys, "He says he's got four cases of Amstel light he'll let us have for $45 a case." Chubby mutters, "That's highway robbery. Tell him we're taking our business elsewhere." Meanwhile Tracy is adding to his text claiming he paid $39.95 for each case himself. I tell the guys and Robby's like, "Fuck that! Lets hunt down Harry Black. He's got that awesome ID and he doesn't charge a markup."
We finish our coffees, then get in the Jeep and Chubby drives onto the campus. Parking we walk to the quad where kids gather during their free time and there's Harry with his roommate, Travis, playing an online game using their smart phones. Harry's wearing a t-shirt that has on the front: 'FCUK YOU, YOU DYSLEXIC CNUT'. Classy, that's Harry. Travis looks over at us, and says, "Hi, Dylan, how ya doing?" as he's getting up to come over to me to give me a hug with his crotch bumping into mine. I go, "Wassup, Travis?" He says, "Harry's hung over again," and I go, "That's a surprise." Chubby goes, "Yo, Harry, can you hook us up with a case of beer, dude?" Harry asks, "Who's buying?" and I go, "Me, why?" He gets up holding his head, mumbling, "This fucking hangover's a bitch. Well, Dylan, dude, it's like this. The only place to buy booze is in New Hampshire, Salem to be exact. Massachusetts taxes are for shit so it's stupid to buy cigarettes or booze in this state." I go, "Yeah, so what? Everybody knows that." He belches and coughs, then holds out his hand, muttering, "Give me twenty-five bucks and the next time I'm in Salem I'll get you a thirty pack of Bud." Robby says, "When you going to Salem?" Harry makes a face, gags, then says, "I thought I was gonna hurl there for a second or two. Um, I've gotta go sometime today. Travis and me need to reload ourselves." Then to me, he goes, "Let me have your fucking text number and I'll text you when I got the case. Is Bud okay?" I say, "Anything domestic, but not light beer." He swallows noisily, blinking his eyes real fast, then points at me and says, "Got it, dude,"then he looks around, asking, "Anybody have a antacid thingie I can have?" Travis hands him a roll of something, then Travis says to me, "If you need any help drinking the beer give me a call," and he rubs my head looking into my eyes. Okay, he's coming on to me again and he's not suppose to even be gay. That's what he says anyway. Harry chews whatever it is Travis gave him, then points at me, "Give me the fucking twenty-five bucks or no beer." I give him the money, saying, "Text me, okay," then give him my number and he types it into his phone, muttering, "Yeah, yeah."
As we're walking to Ryan's dorm, Chubby says, "How can Travis live with Harry? Harry's always either throwing up or just about to." Robby mumbles, "Gross." Then we run into Chubby's date from Monday night, Judy Rinker, who originally asked me out on a date. She's with her best friend, Mary Butler, and another girl. Chubby and Judy step away whispering about something, then Judy laughs uproariously at whatever it was Chubby said. We look over and for a second, then Mary introduces the heavy set girl as Kathy Monahand. We shake hands and I introduce Robby. Kathy's not very attractive, but she's very friendly. She begins making eyes at Robby, who take a subtle step away from her blushing a little. I stifle a chuckle because Robby's not real smooth around girls. Many girls have undoubtedly made a play for my cute boyfriend as he was growing up, so now he's afraid of them, sorta. I used to be like that too, but the posse boys' girlfriends partially helped me overcome that by being friendly to me and helping me realize there's nothing to be uncomfortable about, they're just people. The truth is I feel a little sad for girls like Kathy, who aren't attractive and a little overweight, but there are unattractive guys too. In most cases unattractive people want boyfriends and girlfriends too, but they often have a harder time finding them. If they'd just be realistic and settle for someone like themselves it'd work out better for them, but they want good looking boyfriends or girlfriends, someone hot and sexy or cute and cuddly. They're often disappointed though and that's why I feel sad for them. None of us has much to do about how we look... all any of us can do is try to make the best of what we got handed to us. You see the Goth crowd fucking up their appearance, and others who pierce their face or tattoo their neck. I don't feel particularly sorry for them 'cause that shit is self inflicted. Anyway, we're chatting boringly about the nice weather we're having and about Merrimack until Chubby and Judy join us and Chubby takes over the conversation getting us grinning and chuckling. Then we excuse ourselves and continue on our way to get Ryan. We find him sitting on the front steps with a tall kid who I don't get a good look at because he pats Ryan's shoulder, turns around and goes up the steps and into the dorm.
I yell over to Ryan and he stands up giving us a grin and a wave before walking to meet us. We bump fist with him as I ask, "Was that your roommate?" Ryan mumbles, "Yeah," and Robby asks, "Is he an alright guy?" and Ryan shrugs, "It's hard to tell. Marty's not easy to get to know." We head for the Jeep talking about the stupid orientation meeting later today. Chubby says, "I'm not going to that one either," and I look at Robby, but he shakes his head, and mumbles to me, "You're going." I hate that we're going, but Robby's bossiness gets me pulling at my crotch. He's so awesome with that confident bossiness lately. We eventually have lunch at a sub shop called Martineelie's that's on Main street in North Andover. As we're eating very mediocre subs, Ryan says, "Get this, guys. I was surfing online and see this on Yahoo. StubHub is offering court-side seats for the Miami Heat/Los Angeles Lakers basketball game on January 21 st for $1,100, 002. Two fucking seats for one game cost over a million dollars. They suggest you split the cost with a friend." I go, "Get the fuck outta here! That's beyond ludicrous and totally unbelievable." Ryan says, "That's what it said on Yahoo," and he goes to his smart phone and brings up the notice. There it is right before our eyes. Chubby says, "Holy shit! Look at that. That's too stupid to even talk about." Ryan shrugs, "Just saying it's there," and Robby changes the subject by mentioning that we need to buy a set of barbells for lifting. I ask, "Where will we go to buy weights anyway?" Ryan goes on his smart phone again and comes up with Olympic Sports at the Loop in Methuen. He says, "On sale for $79.99 we can get a hundred twenty-four pound set." Robby asks Chubby, "You want to get in on this too?" Chubby asks, "Lift weights you mean?" and Robby says, "Yeah." Chubby's like, "Hmmm, how should I put this, um, no!" I say, "You're sure?" He goes, "Very sure. Lifting weights is too much like work. I wanna get paid to lift heavy things, and anyway I've got an awesome physique already." I go, "Uh huh."
After lunch Chubby drops Ryan, Robby, and me off at Robby's pickup so we can go to the orientation meeting. Ryan and I roll our eyes at each other because we really don't want to go to the damn thing. Rob insists though and he's the boss so we go. Outside the Rogers Center, Robby check to see what building the Business major orientation meeting is in, while I say hello again to Jarod. We bump fists lightly as I ask, "You going to the orientation meeting?" He goes, "Hell, no. I'm on my way to my dorm after lunch. Hey, today would be a good day for that free haircut. I was talking to this chick in the dining hall and she said my 'mountain man' look is different. I'm like what the fuck ya talking about and she tells it's this scraggily hair of mine." I go, "She liked it," and he goes, "Mountain man isn't the 'look' I'm shooting for, so how about it? I'm accepting you offer for a free haircut." I go, Huh, don't do me no favors, Jarod," and he goes, "No, I didn't mean it like that. I appreciate it, believe me." So I tell him to meet me at my place around five o'clock and give him directions. He punches my arm lightly, saying, "Hope this doesn't end up in another fight, Dylan. I don't want to get my ass kicked again." I go, "Fight? Why would you say that?" He grins, "If you fuck up my hair, ya know." I shrug, "You don't need to worry about that," and I run my fingers through his long hair. He pulls his head away, "I need to wash it," and I go, "That's part of the deal, I shampoo it." He says, "I keep forgetting you're gay. Hey, maybe I'll let you blow me." I shake my head, "How exciting, Jarod, what a thrill for me," He grins at me, and says, "I'll see you around five, and thanks."
I watch him walk away, then glance over at Ryan who's looking at me. He asks, "Who's that?" and I say, "Just a kid who wants a haircut." He grips behind my neck, quietly saying, "We still need to have a little meeting, you and I." I go, "Why's that?" and he says, "I want to run over a few things I expect you to do as my sub. Like last year." I go, "Oh, I'm sorta not gonna be able to do all that submissive stuff with you, except during sex, I mean. Now that I'm engaged to Rob, I can only be submissive to him." Ryan frowns, "That doesn't sound like something Rob would care about." I go, "He didn't say anything about it. It's my idea because he's kinda like, I don't know, my hero or something. I really look up to him." Ryan laughs, "You're nuts. Breaking my balls again," and he gives me a hug, saying, "We'll talk, really. I'm serious." So am I , but why argue about it now? Robby says, "Come on guys, we'll be late."
We get to the right building, one I've never been in before, and go inside to sit up close to the front. As near the front as Robby can get with three empty seats together. Oh man, this is a drag. After fifteen minutes Robby comes to his senses. He leans close to me and whispers, "You twins were right, this sucks the big one. It's a waste of time. We'll go buy those weighs now. Tell your twin." Robby's wearing out the 'twin' references, but you know what... I don't care because he's enjoying himself being 'the man'. That's cool. I mutter, "Yes, Robby," and lean over to Ryan who has his eyes closed pretending to quietly snore. I go, "Nap time's over, hot stuff, Rob's seen the light. We're eighty-sixing this place. Let's go." On the way out, Ryan asks, "Where are we going?" and I tell him. He goes, "Good, we're really going to have a weight lifting program. Cool. I can show off for Rob." I mutter, "Brown-nosier,"and he says, "Sixty pound weakling." In the pickup Ryan elbows me out of the way so he can get in first and sit next to Rob. We have a little friendly tussle and Robby says, "Knock it off you two!" and I get a little twitch in my dick. Ryan scampers in first grinning at me. Damn, he's cute. I get in and take his hand. He smirks at me, but holds my hand. Robby shakes his head, mumbling, "We're sophomores in college, not high school. Act your age," so Ryan lets go of my hand, whining, "It was Dylan, not me, Rob." Robby shrugs and starts the pickup. I say, "The Loops only ten minutes from here," and Ryan says, "Rob knows that." Robby says, "The weights are only about twenty-five dollars each, which is the cost of one case of beer. This will be money well spent, guys. Good idea Ryan."
Inside Olympic Sports we peruse the fitness section checking out treadmills, elliptical trainers, and a rowing machine. Ryan and Robby are basically playing on these things, so who's acting childish now. A salesperson comes over and asks, "Which one of these are you interested in?" He's a youngish guy built like a brick shithouse, and I don't know why that means what it does. This guy has muscles on top of muscles, but he hasn't quite taken it to the grotesque stage yet. His biceps are definitely challenging the material's strength his t-shirt is made from. I check for his name, but he's not wearing a name tag. Ryan looks at Robby, as no-name-tag adds, "Or are you guys just fucking around on the equipment without any intention of buying it?" He said that friendly-like, but Ryan and Robby sheepishly get off the equipment, and Robby says, "Um, actually we're just interested in the starter weight lifting set." The kid asks, "The free weights?" and Ryan says, "Free? It said online they cost $79.99 plus tax." Robby says, "Don't mind him, I know what you mean." We walk over to the weights and the guy sells us a boxed set of weights and lifts it to a dolly, then rings the sale up on the computer/register. We pool our money and pay, as the guy says, "It includes a couple of dumbbells, a long bar and various heavy duty vinyl weighs. Two twenty pound weighs, four ten pounders, and four five pounders." Robby says, "That's not a hundred and twenty pounds or whatever was advertised." The guy says, "The bar weighs twelve pounds and the dumbbells six pounds each for a total of a hundred twenty-four pounds."
He pushes the dolly to the parking lot where he and Ryan lift the box onto the bed of the pickup. "Thanks guys, nice doing business with you. Next time I see you ya better have bulked up some." Inside the cab of the pickup, with Ryan weaseling his way in the middle again, I say to him, "I prefer the shotgun seat, Ryan, so feel free to always sit in the middle. That's fine by me. Anyway, you're small so the middle's just right for you." I'm joking around, but Ryan doesn't take it that way and he gives me a dirty look. I say, "Robby we should have gone to the Olympic Sports in Salem and saved the sales tax." Robby goes, "It was $4.80 sales tax. For chrissakes, I'd burn more than that in gas getting there and back." I go, 'Why's everyone jumping down my throat at everything I say?" Robby says, "I didn't mean to do that, Dylan, honest. I didn't really think I did jump down your throat." Ryan says, "You didn't, Rob, Dylan's just too sensitive." I shut my mouth because I seldom get myself in trouble doing that. During the ride to the apartment Ryan reads from the instruction booklet that the guy gave us. He says, "This says it's important to focus on lifting properly before worrying about how much weight we can lift." Robby asks, "Are there pictures or drawing demonstrating the proper way to lift?" Ryan goes, "Yeah, lots of them. Goofy looking guy though. Okay, here it says we're not supposed to jerk or bounce the weighs. I know that from asshole Mack showing me and yelling if I did it wrong." I ask, "Did ya get your face slapped too when you did it wrong?" He says, "Please don't remind me.
At the apartment Robby asks, "Can you guys get the box upstairs to our place?" Ryan says, "No problem, Rob." Then Ryan says to me. "You hop up on there on the truck bed and slide the box halfway off. I'll take an end and you hop down and take the other end." Man, he's bossier than Rob, but I do what he says to avoid more bickering. We carry the box with the weights from the pickup to the back door as Robby's reading the instruction booklet. I'm about to drop a nut from my scrotum because this fucker is heavy! Ryan doesn't appear to be struggling with it at all. Inside the door I look at the steps, and mumble, "I gotta put this fucking thing down for a minute." Robby puts the booklet in his back pocket, and says, "Here, let me take it, Dylan," and he takes my end . Him and Ryan go up the steps without a problem. I open the apartment door for them feeling shitty that I couldn't carry it all the way. Inside, Ryan opens the box, and he's not even sweating. I've got sweat running down the inside of my t-shirt and my hearts still beating fast from the effort. Fuck, I need to get in shape. I look like I'm in shape, but I guess I'm not. Ryan lays the weighs out and Robby says, "Bring some of them out to the balcony and we'll play around with them a little. Just about forty pounds, Ryan. I'll get the long bar and, Dylan, you get the dumbbells." I hope I can handle two six pound dumbbells.
On the balcony Robby's reading the instructions again, so I light a cigarette and mug with Ryan trying to tell if he's in a good mood or still being testy with me. He looks back at me smirking and I rub his hair looking into his eyes. He sticks the tip of his pink tongue out and licks all around his sexy lips while staring back. That gives me a squirmy feeling, thinking his tongue looks deliciously sexy. Blowing exhaled smoke toward Ryan, he reaches over and takes the cigarette from my fingers and drags on it. When he passes it back to me with the filters dripping with his saliva. I suck on it as my dick tightens up. Ryan pushes his little eyeglasses up his nose, as Robby says, "Okay, I got the gist of it. Dylan, please get me a pen and something to write on. We're supposed to keep a chart." I get a pen and tablet of paper from our desk and bring them to Robby. He mutters, "Thanks," and sits down to make a chart for us. He looks up, then says, "You two do something for ten or fifteen minutes while I do this chart." I ask. "Do you want a Coke, Rob?" He says, "Yeah, thanks," and I flick my cigarette butt into an empty chair. Ryan laughs picking it up and then flicking it way over the railing. Giving him a look, I go inside with Ryan right behind me.
Inside the sliding glass door he reaches between my legs from behind and gets a fist full of my privates, saying, 'Hold it right there." I look back and he gives my nuts a tight squeeze, saying, "I told you to hold it right here." Keeping hold of a fistful of my balls he leans his chest on my back, asking, "You wanna get fucked later this afternoon?" I'd like to say 'no', but instead I nod my head. He goes, "Say it," and I go, "Yeah, sure I'd like to mess around later." He goes, "Two things: you need to say please, and we need to have a meeting so I can lay down the ground rules." Oh fuck, he's back on this shit again." I mutter, "Okay," just so he lets go of my nuts. Ryan's changed. He has a mean streak that he didn't use to have, or at least I didn't notice it. He lets go of me and in the kitchen, trying to get things more playful, I say, "Show me that pink tongue of yours again, Ryan." He puts his arm around the back of my neck pilling my head down to his and sticks his pink tongue out. I lick it and then suck on it enjoying the taste of his saliva and the aroma coming off his body. A little whine of desire surprisingly pops out of me. Ryan shakes his head a little smirking, then mutters, "You are ridiculously hot for me. You need to learn some self control, Dylan." Still holding my head down, he begins his delicious way of kissing. It's impossible not to kiss back and my arms just naturally go around his tight body. With his free hand he again reaches down and grabs my crotch, squeezing with my dick growing hard in his hand. He breaks off the kiss, and mutters, "I can get you hard so easily. You better be careful or I'll have you under my little finger again in no time flat. You know I can do it too." I mumble, "That was then, Ryan, it's different now." He goes, "Huh, maybe you think so but I know differently. Would you like me to make you cum in your pants right now?" I shake my head 'no' feeling my face blush because I guess he could do it pretty easily. He's sexy hot to me, so I lean into him with my arms still around him giving him a hug, The side of my face is against the side of his, as he whispers, "You need to show me more submission, Dylan, or we won't have the hot sex we used to. Don't fight me on this, okay? We have the potential of being really good together again, but you must follow-up on the things I tell you." His arm is still around the back of my neck and he tightens his hold repeating, "Okay?" I mutter, "Okay, Ryan," but I don't mean it.
He lets go of me, and says, "Get us all a Coke now." Damn, my boner's so hard, which pisses me off because he can see I'm hard. It's just that him being dominant is hard for me to resist, but I'm committed to Robby, not Ryan. I get the Cokes and he nods at me, saying, "Open them," so I do that, then we go outside and join Robby. I hand him a Coke, and he says, "Thank you, Dylan," he takes a few swallows of Coke, before saying, "They recommend we take a day off from lifting after we lift, but I made the chart showing a two day rest after we lift. We'll change it when we feel it's the right time. I don't want to walk around with sore muscles all the time. It might not be good for baseball activities to get too muscle bound." Then his cell phone rings and he looks at it, then says, "It's Gene from the team," and answers it. He talks for a minute, then says, "I'm gonna play a pickup game with some of the guys. Do you twins want to come? Maybe you can get in the game." I look at Ryan, and he says, "I'll pass, Rob," them he looks at me asking, "How 'bout you, Dylan?" I say, "I'd like that, but I'm waiting to hear from Harry about the beer." He goes, "Okay, guys, I'll see you later." He goes into the apartment, then sticks his head back out, saying, "Dylan, will you shop for dinner fixings for tonight?" I say, "Sure. Okay if I invite Cory to dinner?" Robby's like, "Absolutely, see you guys." I look at Ryan and he checks to see if Robby's out of listening range. He gives me a sexy look, then says, "Remember, ya gotta say, please if you want me to fuck you."
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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