DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 72
by Donny Mumford
Sensing Connor getting emotional I keep our 'goodnight' wishes short and sweet. He goes into his room and I walk down the hallway to my room thinking that an overly emotional end to this night is not what either of us needs, not after the wonderful time we had together. And then, for the second night in a row I walk into an empty hotel room. The boys are apparently still partying. I guess Chubby got his wish for a memorable last night in Fort Lauderdale after all. Those guys are going to be hurting tomorrow morning though, and hurting while facing a long drive back to North Andover. As often happens, after the first couple of beers common sense leaves the building and having fun for the here and now rules college students' brains. That's what probably happened with the guys. Connor and I won't have a hangover so we can drive the first couple of hundred miles heading home while the others sleep it off in the car. First order of business for me right now is to take the mother of all pisses. I've had to take a piss for the last two hours. Fucking beer!
In the bathroom, peeing into the toilet it's, "Awww yeah... relief". After that I drop my clothes on the floor smiling when I take off Connor's jockey shorts. A souvenir of a very unusual and unexpected evening with that sweet and sexy friend of mine. He thinks he's in love with me and truth be told I could easily fall for him too. Fall in love with him I mean and never look back, except for the minor detail of me already being in love with Robby and Ryan. Plus there's the other minor detail of Connor's commitment to the Army for another year and a half. He's stationed currently in Fort Sam Houston, Texas, and that is definitely geographically incompatible! Well that phrase is actually geographically 'undesirable' except there's nothing undesirable about Connor. Some gay lad out there will eventually discover Connor and have himself an excellent gay lover. It better be somebody worthy of Connor or he's gonna find himself in a shit storm of trouble. I'd see to that, that's if Dodger hadn't straightened the guy out already. Dodger's really stepped up as a close friend of Connor and made his Army experience manageable and maybe even fun at times. I've always been a fan of Dodger anyhow, and now even more so because of the way he's befriended Connor.
Getting out of the shower squeaky clean and sexually satisfied for the moment, compliments of Connor, I'm drying myself thinking about our awesome sex tonight. I don't think I've ever had sex with anyone that was more unexpected. I don't mean us having sex was unexpected... the unexpected part is the way Connor took charge tonight. The two or three times he and I had buddy sex in the past was totally different from tonight's sex, so much so it boggles my mind. Now that I rethink it, I guess I'd have to admit the first sex I had with fat Carl was even more unexpected than tonight with Connor. Connor's a close second though and that's mainly because he acted sort of dominant during our sex and I never expected that from Connor. Back in the day he was anything but dominant. He was actually the king of premature ejaculation. My hat's off to Dodger for being an awesome sex mentor. Connor tonight was so different from what I expected, so I gotta laugh, but it was sexy hot too! I'd have buddy sex with him any time he wanted. And yeah, like I said, I could easily fall in love with him, but oh man would that ever complicate my life!
Then I think about how wonderful Robby is, and how much I'm looking forward to sleeping with him tonight. He's been especially sexy hot the last couple of times himself. Last night in the shower and this afternoon when Chubby was showering Robby was extra dominant, for him anyway. I get in bed wondering when the boys will be getting in and then the next thing I know Chubby's yelling, "Come on, bro, get your ass out of bed. We gotta get rolling." I'm like, "Huh, wha... What time is it?" He says, "It's eight o'clock. We wanna get an early start, bro." Oh fuck. I crawl out of bed asking, "What time did you guys get in last night?" He says, "Around two. I've got most of your stuff packed in your satchel. If you'll get your toiletry stuff together we can hit the road." I pull on some shorts and go in the bathroom for a quick piss, wash my face and hands, and brush my teeth with Chubby poking his head in the door, saying, "We're waiting on you, brother." I nod my head and throw everything in my toiletry kit and walk through the empty bedroom. Chubby's already loaded my stuff in the SUV and on the steps I see Connor's waiting for me. We smile knowingly at each other and he puts his arm across my shoulders for a hug, then he leans in for a kiss. "Best night of my life, Dylan." I grin nodding my head, "It was a beauty alright, Connor, you were awesome my friend." We hurry down the steps to the SUV that's idling at the back door. This fast getaway is almost like we're making a break for it without paying the bill. I ask, "Did we check out?" Dodger says, "They slipped the bill under the door last night. It's all covered by Jeff's debit card so we owe him our share."
I guess I'm elected to drive first because the other guys are already in the second and third seats and Connor's in the shotgun seat. Fine with me and I'm like, "I'll drive for a couple of hours and then find a joint to have breakfast." Everyone says, "Let's go," and that's what I do. There's lot of chatter in the car for the first hour with everyone except Connor and me exchanging stories of what happened to them last night. Vinnie's being Vinnie telling us he met a girl he danced with that was flibbertigibbet. None of us ask what that means. There's plenty of laughs and it occurs to me these guys are still a little drunk. They got less than six hours sleep after drinking beers for more than five hours. Better them than me. The second hour it all catches up with the late-night boys and there's mostly silence as they're all in the process of falling asleep nursing their hangovers that were bound to appear. Chubby passes Tylenol around along with a bottle of water and everybody except Connor and I taking some. We grin at each other because we don't have a hangover. Soon all four guys in the back are sleeping and I'm driving silently with Connor and me exchanging grins every now and then. He looks good enough to eat this morning and I relive in my head the two times he fucked me last night. Those memories get my dick stiffening-up a little with me glancing over at him again.
There aren't many cars on the highway so I'm making good time, but I find myself still looking over at Connor too often, admiring his cute profile. He's so good looking as he stares straight ahead. To get his attention I push my short bangs up the way he wanted them last night and go, "How's this, Connor?" He looks over at me grinning, murmuring, "A little hair tonic and you can train your bangs to stick up in front on their own. That's the way I'd insist you wear your hair if you were my boyfriend." Jesus, that makes my dick move! I'm staring at him until he makes a 'V' with his index and middle fingers, points at his eyes, and then at the windshield. Oh, he wants me to keep my eyes on the road. It's like he and I have exchanged places in our relationship. Now he's looking out for me like he's my big brother, which is more or less the way I've always treated him until last night. Dodger acting the dominant role during buddy sex with Connor has rubbed off, and Connor's adopted Dodger's role. He was imitating Dodger last night, fer sure. He goes, "Eyes on the road, Dylan," and I nod my head real fast like Ryan used to do to me. Ryan used to try pleasing me by doing that fast head nod when I'd tell him something. That changed when Ryan and I exchanged our relationship places too. Now he's more the dominant type and I do the fast head nodding to him. And when Connor told me to keep my eyes on the road I felt a delicious tingle of submissiveness just like when Ryan tells me to do something. It's like Connor chastised me for not paying attention to my driving. Damn, I've loved when Ryan does that, and now Connor's doing it too. It's awesome! And Connor seems to be getting more confident by the minute too. At least with me he is, and that makes me feel good for him because he needs more confidence. It's like I no longer need to worry about him so much. With Dodger's help Connor's doing just fine. Thinking about last night again, I know there's no way I'm not gonna get together with Connor at least one more time before his leave is up. I really want to look over at him
again, but I don't. That makes me smile to myself... don't want Connor correcting me again. Ha ha, this is so fucking hot!
Finally I see an advertisement for a Pancake House ten miles up the road so when I get to that exit I take it. The Pancake House is four miles down a two lane road, which is false advertising because the billboard advertisement said, 'Easy On, Easy off'. My ass! Parking in the half-full parking lot, I say, "Breakfast for anyone who wants it." Everyone yawns and stretches, then we all get out. It's important to start the day with a good breakfast, although we rarely do that at college. Inside the Pancake House we get seated in a big booth and a waitress is immediately at our table with menus and glasses of water. The water is a big hit with the party boys. I'm like,
"Thirsty are we?" and smirk at Connor who chuckles. Chubby says, "What the
fuck did you two do last night. You guys are smirking like the cat that ate the canary." I go, "And what exactly does that mean, dear brother?" He goes, "I didn't see much of you after the first hour or so at the parking lot
party." To be accurate he didn't see me at all after an hour or so last night. I go, "Don't be ridiculous. We drank beer and danced the night away, just like you guys." He shakes his head muttering, "Liar, my brother lies," but other than that there's not a lot of conversation as the boys deal with their hangovers... heh heh. Connor's not normally a big talker anyway, with or without a hangover, so there's very little conversation other than the four late night party boys grumbling about their hangovers. Breakfast is very good except none of us like the grits that they insist on including on everyone's plate. After breakfast Connor takes over the driving and I'm in the shotgun seat doing a lot of Connor watching and getting a boner in the process. Man he looks sexy to me now.
It's not uncommon that I find myself getting very infatuated with a guy I've had good sex with and right now I've got the hots for Connor. As he drives I fantasize about him and me spending a weekend together in bed with him gaining confidence with each fuck he lays on my ass. It takes a great deal of my magnificent will power not to rub my boner until I cum in my pants. The notion that I'm oversexed occurs to me for the thousandth time, but as usual I dismiss it as unimportant even though it's obviously a fact. Then I fantasize Connor giving me a haircut and putting gel in my hair to train it in the hair style he wants me to have. Oh man that's doubly sexy... a combination of my haircut fetish and my current wicked crush on Connor. Fantasizing is an awesome pastime and I can really get into it almost to the point of a spontaneous orgasm. That'd be a bit embarrassing though so I try thinking about something else for awhile. I doze off and wake up when Connor pulls over to the side of the road. They all get out to piss out the cups of coffee they had for breakfast. I probably should join them but I'm too lazy to get out. Connor motions for me to put my side window down and when I do, he says, "You better take a piss, Dylan. Dodger's taking over the driving and he says he's not stopping during his two hour shift." I go, "Okay, you're right," and get out whispering to him, "We've got to get together this week?" He says, "I'll text you, okay? I'd love to see you again before I go back." I go, "For sure, Connor. I'll see to it somehow." He nods, than chuckles, "Can I hold your dick when you're peeing?" I grin watching him blush. I'm glad he still blushes even with his newfound confidence.
Dodger drives for over three hours and then a yawning Vinnie takes over. An hour later we start seeing signs for South Of The Border, but it's still too far away to have lunch there. Vinnie gets off route 95 north when he sees a sign for McDonalds. We eat lunch there with a little more animation from the late night boys than they showed at breakfast. They've been sleeping for most of the six hours we've been in the car. We decide we're making better time than the ride down and that's because right from the start we've been matching the speed of the other drivers on I-95, which is to say close to eighty miles an hour. After driving that speed I understand Vinnie's frustration now that he has to drive thirty mile an hour behind a old couple driving a beat-up pickup on this no-passing two-lane highway back to route 95 after lunch. Vinnie takes the correct ramp heading north with Dodger reminding us of the hour we lost coming down when Vinnie went the wrong way on I-95. Vinnie goes, "Dodger! Be nice!"
We take turns driving into the night with everyone driving at least two hour shifts. Connor zoomed past the exit for Disney World early in our trip and Chubby zoomed past the exit for 'South Of The Border' hours ago. No one so much as mentioned stopping at either place. Putting this drive behind us is what we're all about now. Getting back to Merrimack safely is priority number one. Us college guys are thinking about final exams while Vinnie's looking forward to graduating high school and the Army boys have nothing much on their minds except another week of their leave still ahead of them. During this long drive there's none of the enthusiastic talking and joking around we experienced during the ride to Fort Lauderdale, but there's no bitching about driving either. Everyone's a little grumpy but we all keep it in check which is one more reason I like these guys so much. We enter Massachusetts in the dark at four-thirty in the morning. Everyone's been sleeping on and off but a cheer goes up when I drive us across the state line. I cut the speed to seventy not wanting a speeding ticket this close to our destination. We only had pizza for dinner so when I see a service area on the Mass Pike I pull in for gas and to get something for breakfast. Our second breakfast during the drive back to campus.
Inside, we find McDonalds is one of the few places open this early so we settle for breakfast sandwiches and coffee. Then we begin the last leg of our journey and arrive in North Andover as the sun's just starting to come up on this Sunday morning. There was some talk of Dodger, Vinnie, and Connor catching some sleep in our apartment, but in the end Dodger wants to get home. After hugs all around they get in his pickup and Robby, Chubby, and I wave goodbye. I watch Connor watching me as they pull out of our apartment's parking lot. The three of us stand here a few seconds like we don't know what to do next, then carry our stuff in the back door of our apartment building. Going up the steps Chubby asks, "Well, was that a successful spring break or what?" Robby and I go, "Good spring break," and that's about the end of our conversation. After using the bathroom the three of us get in bed. Sleeping in the car isn't real sleep because you wake up every time the car slows down or there's a change of drivers and then it takes a while to doze off again. That's not restful sleep like sleeping in your bed. Robby and I hug, do a few kisses and then, in each other's arms, we let sleep overtake us. Before drifting off I'm thinking how much I'll miss sleeping with Robby this summer. Sleeping with him at college is something I too often take for granted, but I love sleeping with him and I'll miss it. What the hell, I wouldn't be sleeping with him this summer no matter if I'm in Georgia or Framingham. I don't think Danny will be sleeping with him either. Maybe I'll get to sleep with Ryan though. I like sleeping with another guy and Ryan says us sleeping together is in his plans, but maybe his parents have a difference of opinion about that.
Some time later Robby's gently shaking me, asking, "Are you awake, Dylan?" Without opening my eyes, I mumble, "I am now," and he says, "Guess what I woke up with," and he takes my hand under the covers and moves it so my fingers touch his hard boner. I ask, "What are you planning on doing with that fat thing?" He leans down and kisses my lips, then with his lips brushing mine, he says, "If you'd be a good boyfriend and pull your underwear down, then roll up on your side I'll show you what I'm thinking of doing with it." I grin as I'm pushing my boxer shorts down to my knees and go up on my side, pulling my knees up. The head of Robby's boner pokes at my asshole and then slowly spreads the lips, then a little more spreading before it slides very tightly inside me and I moan, "Mmmm, Rob, nice..." He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly and his exhale ruffles the hair on the back of my head a little. His arm comes over my side and his fingers play with my latest nip ring making me shudder and moan, "That's real sensitive, Robby. I mean sensitive in a good way." He's making a breathy sound now as he pushes his cock up my ass with me holding my breath because his extra fat cock this morning is hurting a little as it's spreading my rectum walls going in further and further. When his crotch is tight against my buttocks I let out my held-breath along with a quiet grunt. Robby goes "Tight, huh?" "Uh huh, Rob, but it feels good." He humps against my buttocks a few time to show me who's in charge here, then moves his arm across my chest to take hold of my chin pulling my face to the side so he can almost reach my lips. He kisses me wetly on the side of my mouth while doing more humps against my butt cheeks.
Letting go of my chin his hand comes down between my legs to get his fist around my semi-hard cock and he strokes it for a minute very slowly until it's hard as a bone and I'm moaning with my shoulders shuddering like they tend to do when I'm sexually aroused. Robby pulls his boner out of my ass and pulls me over on my back. His head comes over and he goes down on my cock, sucking and licking it while lightly squeezing my nuts. He takes my saliva ladened cock from his mouth and strokes it again. When precum drools over his knuckles he rolls me onto my stomach and gets between my legs. His cock goes up my ass tightly again, but it's doesn't hurt this time. With a hand next to my shoulders and his legs stretched out behind him in a push-up position he begins fucking my ass slowly. Every four or five drives up my ass he drops his head to kiss and lick the side of my face or put his tongue in my ear. It's very sexy and my cock is a steel pipe under me drooling precum. Then its the steady, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds as he gets into the main event and I start my squirming. Sexy sensations are sparking in my rectum while my anus quivers with pleasure as it grips the constantly moving shaft of his hard cock. Steady fucking, but not wild or particularly fast and it goes on for a delicious five or six minutes before my orgasm announces it's presence and my balls get hard and heavy in their sac. I begin going, "Umm, umm, umm, ooh Rob, feels so good." I can feel my climax building and building until I'm making desperate whines, "Oh, oh, oh, oh,"and then I lift my hips and arch my back squealing as cum pumps out of my nuts and up the shaft of my boner, then streams out the super sensitized head of my cock. My face is buried in the pillow muffling my next squeal as more cum pumps out under me and then my body shudders from the tantalizing sensation buzzing around my groin and ass.
I collapse on the bed spreading my own cum on my stomach as Robby pulls his boner out and rustles up the bed next to me. He lifts my head and pushes his sloppy boner in my mouth. I suck and lick it as Robby makes loud breathing noises humping his hips slowly. He gets a knee on either side of me and holds my head humping his cock and fucking my throat until his head goes back with him moaning while cum pours into my mouth. A gasping sound from Robby with another good shot of cum blasting the back of my throat and then I'm sucking on the head getting drools of his spunk. I swallow a mouthful of cum and suck on the head of his cock some more until he pulls it out mumbling, "Too sensitive now, babe." I gasps breathing deeply as he gets me in his arms hugging me, laying full length on my body. I'm fairly limp running my fingers in his ponytail and then pulling the elastic off to run my fingers through his pretty two-tone blond hair. We hug and snuggle without talking for quite awhile. Finally Robby quietly murmurs, "That was so fucking hot, Dylan. Oh my god, you're awesome." I mutter, "You too, Rob," and he rubs my head smiling at me, asking, "Do you have any plans for today, baby?" I shake my head, asking, "How 'bout you?" He goes, "Oh, I guess I'll join the guys on the team for a volunteer practice the infield coach wants us to have. That's at two o'clock. You wanna watch?" I nod my head, ,"Yeah, okay," then I think of Ryan, but don't mention him. Maybe he'll be at practice picking up equipment or something. I'm kinda anxious to find out how it went when he told his parents he's gay and in love with me. I'm excited about the thought of going to Georgia with Ryan,and yet I'm also nervous. I'm nervous that it won't work out and I'm nervous that it will work out. The problem is if I don't go to Georgia it could be awkward not working for Robby. Seth's taking my place until he's needed again in supply and maintenance and there's no way I'd deprive him of that money. He needs it much more than I do. I guess I'd try getting work at Stop & Shop if Georgia doesn't work out.
We get out of bed with Robby saying, "How 'bout changing the linens on the bed, while I take a shower." We both have cum smeared on our stomachs so I need a shower too. I'm pulling my boxer shorts up, saying "Yes sir, boss. I'll change the bedding and then take a shower after you." I like taking orders from Robby and he's become very relaxed about giving them too, but I don't care because he's my man. After I change the sheets I peek out our bedroom door and see Chubby's door is open so he's already gone someplace. He's probably with John Beverly and they're probably hooking up with their girlfriends. What the hell, I'm kinda anxious to tool up with my boyfriend to o. In this case I mean, Ryan, my other boyfriend. I get a Coke from the refrigerator feeling good about Robby's and my sex just now. Good to know Robby's hasn't gotten bored with me. Can't let that happen because I'm very much in love with him even though I've recently falling in love with Ryan too. Damn, I just got a shiver thinking about how dominant Ryan can be at times. Dominant but in a loving tender way giving me pleasure even as he's getting pleasure from me. He's also the only person I know who says 'no' to me. I can wiggle my way into getting what I want with Chubby and Robby. That's when I really want something, but when Ryan say 'no' about something he means it. I think that's good for me and I respect him for it. We're actually much better suited for each other than Robby and me, but when love's involved it trumps everything and I love Robby too much to leave him, even for Ryan. Robby would have to dump me because I'm never dumping him, and why am I even thinking about this shit? Dumb!
Robby's out of the shower shouting to me from the bedroom. I'm in the kitchen sitting at the kitchen bar when he goes, "What should we do about dinner tonight, babe?" I go, "Is that your way of telling me to shop for groceries?" He laughs, "Well, since you're volunteering how about we have Chubby's take on baby back ribs and that awesome potato salad you make?" I ask, "Company for dinner tonight?" He says, "Would it be okay with you if I ask Danny for dinner?" I say, "You realize of course we've just asked each other about twenty questions. Sure, Danny's welcome. I'll text Chubby to bring John Beverly and I'll ask Ryan too." Robby's quiet for a second, then he goes, "Yeah, sure," and comes out of the bedroom dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt, both showing the baseball team's logo. The baseball teams' cap is on his head too, as Robby says, "You better get a case of beer too. You're the only one who can get it without ordering it ahead of time." That makes me think of hot and sexy Tracy. I go, "Yeah, I'll take care of everything, but I probably should skip baseball practice with you if I need to shop and prepare stuff for dinner. If you see Ryan before I do, ask him to dinner." Robby's gets his baseball glove and after a kiss on my lips, he says, "Will do, and thanks for taking care of dinner, Dylan, see you later." He's gone and I text Chubby about dinner and then text Ryan. Chubby texts back saying it's an awesome idea, so he is with John Beverly. No text from Ryan yet.
Out on the balcony I watch Robby walk to his pickup. Man he looks cool and oh so sexy. What a boy! He doesn't look up though, just drives away with me too late realizing the obvious... I don't have a car. Robby just drove off in the pickup and Chubby's in the Jeep so how the fuck am I going to go food and beer shopping? I light a cigarette and sit on one of the outdoor chairs to smoke it while I finish my Coke. Huh, guess I'll need to walk to campus and borrow Robby's pickup. It would have been helpful if either Robby or I realized I'm without a vehicle before he drove off. I could have gone with him and then used the pickup for my errands. Oh well it's only a ten minute walk if I cut through the trees catty-corner and come out to route 114 opposite the college. Hate trying to cross that four lane highway though, but it's Sunday so traffic should be lighter than during the week. Done my
cigarette I practice flicking the butt and send that fucker way out over the railing. Nice! Of course nobody saw it but me. Life is weird like that sometimes. After a shower I put on my coolest sleeveless t-shirt and my best skinny-leg cargo pants, then my bling. Okay, I guess I'm dressing up a little for Ryan. I'm proud of the way I can comb my bangs over to the side a little too. Finally they're long enough to do something with them. My hair still sticks up at the crown of my head though and that's because Ryan cuts it super short there, but some of the top hair lays down with a little help from hair gel. Staring at my hair for a few seconds I reinforce my conviction to let my hair grow out. Not to a ponytail probably, but long enough so I can comb all of it. Okay, I'm looking good. I put my cool Oakley sunglasses on and walk outside using the front door, then walk across the parking lot to the trees. Fuckin' bugs in the trees aren't too cool, but I come out of the trees across from the college okay, then get across the first two lanes to the medial strip without any problem. I have to wait there for a long string of cars to whiz by in the next two lanes and then I can saunter across to the edge of the campus. Naturally the baseball complex is about as far away from where I am as it's possible to be and still be part of the campus. Bitch, bitch, bitch, that's me... ha ha.
I'm working up a sweat in the nice seventy degree weather and as I approach the baseball diamond I see the some of the infielders fielding grounders and hear the cool sound of aluminum bats hitting hard balls. My cell phone beeps and when I look at it I see a text from Ryan: 'Dylan, anxious to see you. Where are you?' Well of all the luck. If I'd stayed in the apartment ten more minutes I wouldn't have needed to walk here. I text back where I am and he texts back he's in his dorm room and he'll be right down to pick me up. Well okay, but now I'm nervous about what Ryan has to tell me, and I have this funny feeling in my stomach, or is it my groin? Gee, I wonder what his parents' reaction was to the news their only son is gay and in love with another guy? That plus this funny feeling about seeing Ryan again has me
jittery. He's been so awesome the last couple of months, but right now I'm
like, I don't know, a little intimidated by him, and for no good reason. It's just that lately I get aroused by almost everything he does and says. I've had this same 'thing' for him pretty much starting shortly after that first lunch we had together. He fucked me that first time and things escalated from there. Then we went through that period where when we'd see each other we kinda lost our minds and had to fuck immediately. I was so submissive to him for a while there too... it was kinda nuts actually. He showed me some of the dominant stuff guys did to him and he soon had me like eating out of his hand. It cooled off between us last summer and didn't really heat up again until fairly recently. Now I get all squirmy around him again. I'm not saying I don't like it, just that I feel a little nervous after not seeing him for ten days. I wonder if he'll be different somehow and I don't want him to be different.
Three minutes after our last text I see Ryan's cool Mini Cooper convertible with the top down drive into the parking lot next to the baseball diamond. Ryan's at the wheel looking serious. I'm standing just outside the gate to the ball field leaning against it with an uneasy feeling watching Ryan park. He gets out of his car looking round and when he sees me his face lights up with a big smile making me smile. I want to run to him but use my will power to walk towards him instead. He stands next to his car waiting for me. When I'm close, he says, "Why the serious expression? Aren't you happy to see me?" All of a sudden I take after Connor and feel weirdly shy. Maybe I'm worried about what Ryan has to tell me. Then, what the fuck? I notice he got another haircut when he was home. I go, "Goddammit, Ryan, I like to give you haircuts and every time you go home you get one. And that's even shorter than the last one." He goes, "I knew I'd get a lot of shit from you about the haircut, but like I told you last time I do it to please my dad. He likes his son to have short hair and considering what I had to tell him I got my hair cut at the airport to please dad. He was full of compliments about it too, so I got off on the right foot with him." I'm standing a few feet from him, mumbling, "It looks very preppy, Ryan, but what about last summer when you had a ponytail." He says, "Yeah and my dad was pissed at me all summer, but that was a very bad summer all the way around and I didn't give a shit about much of anything. I missed you and thought you were dumping me because you didn't text me or anything." I go, "I did so text you."
We stand here looking at each other for a few seconds, then he says, "Will you get over here and give me a kiss hello and stop yelling at me." I mumble, "I wasn't yelling." I take the last three steps to him and he wraps his arms around me kissing me on the mouth, murmuring, "I missed you, Dylan. Don't be mad at me about the stupid haircut," I mumble, "I'm not mad, but you know I like cutting your hair. I don't know why you didn't ask me before you went home. I like doing it for you." He says sternly, "Fer chrissakes we've covered that topic. Stop pouting. You know I hate when you pout... it's very immature of you, you know." I shrug and pout some more. Pouting feels good because you're feeling sorry for yourself when nobody else is. I go, "Um, sorry for pouting, I missed you too," and he tries to brighten things up by grinning, asking, "Hey, how was your trip to Fort Lauderdale? Was it everything you thought it would be?" I go, "It was okay," and talk about that for awhile until Ryan says, "It sounds like a cool place, but come on lets watch the players practice for a while," and he pulls on my hand getting us walking toward the gate, then lets go of my hand. I'm glancing at him wondering why I have such a crush on him and how'd I fall in love with him? He's very cute but smallish and a few inches shorter than me. On the other hand he's stronger than me and he smells sexy and I want him to hug me and kiss me and fuck me hard . My dick's firm in my pants and I need to adjust it sideways so it isn't poking out the lap of my pants. Ryan sees me do it and grins but doesn't embarrass me by mentioning it.
He leads us through the gate and up to the top of the bleachers from where we watch the guys taking batting practice and fielding grounders. Other guys are in the outfield showing-off catching fly balls behind their backs. I'm curious about what happened when Ryan told his parents he's gay. I'm also curious why he hasn't said anything about it yet, but afraid of what he'll say so I don't bring it up. Finally Ryan breaks the silence saying, "You're looking awfully cute today, Dylan," and he runs his fingers up the back of my head adding, "Speaking of haircuts, it looks like I need to give you another one of my special short haircuts. Your hair grows really fast." I say, "Oh, I was meaning to tell you, Ryan. Um, I'm letting my hair grow out. It's been two years since it was long enough to lay flat, and basically I haven't been able to comb my hair like forever it seems. Now I can do it a little in front. See?" He laughs, "Well, I hate to tell you but you're not gonna be able to comb it after I give you a haircut this time either. I told you you're going to have the same very short haircut all summer, or at least the part of the summer you're working for me." I go, "No I'm not," then I realize he said I'd be working for him. I go, "Um, how'd it go when you told your parents." Ryan's like, "That I'm gay?" I nod my head and he goes, "Well, to be honest, it didn't go nearly as well as I thought it would, but before telling you about that I want to settle this haircut thing right now. Do not give me a problem about your haircut, okay? We've talked about this and we both agreed you're going to go along with certain things I want even though you don't want those certain things. Your haircut is one of those things, right? You agreed you need me to be the take-charge guy between us and the haircut is a reminder of that. And anyway you look awesome with short hair. You know that."
I'm pissed but I also have a boner in my pants from him putting his foot down about that. I don't say anything because I don't want us arguing right now, but I'm putting my foot down about it too. Just not now because I wanna hear about his parents reaction to Ryan 'coming out'. He asks, "Am I right, Dylan?" I shrug, mumbling, "Basically, sort of. Now what'd your parents say?" He goes, "They thought I was pulling their chain at first when I said I was gay, and both of them laughed. Then when they realized I was serious they went through that routine about me being too young to decide something like that. I told them I've known I was gay since puberty. They got pissed and mom ran into their bedroom crying." I say, "Jesus! Really?" It's Ryan's turn to shrug, then say, "Yeah, but I wouldn't drop the subject and after a few days they came around and said they love me gay or straight, but was I sure I'm gay. Ha ha, yeah I was sure. Anyway, by last Thursday they acknowledged that I should know if I'm gay or not and they were telling me about the dangers of AIDS. Jesus, do they think I'm that uninformed? Then dad wanted to know was I sexually active." Oh, this is the good part so I'm like, "Uh huh, and then what happened?" He squeezes the back of my neck giving me chills. Smiling he says, "That's when you came into the discussion, boyfriend. I told then I was in love with you and you loved me. You do love me, don't you?" I mumble, "Yes, I love you," and he hugs my shoulders and kisses my cheek. I hate myself for doing this, but I look around to see if anyone saw him do that. There's only a dozen guys and a few girls scattered around the bleachers, all below us. Nobody is looking at us except maybe Robby, although I don't see him on the diamond now. He may be waiting to take batting practice.
I look at Ryan, "What'd they say about me?" He goes, "They wanted to know all about you and I told them how awesome you are. I also mentioned they're gonna love you and that you're the best looking, cutest guy at Merrimack, or anywhere else for that matter." I go, "Yeah, honesty's the best policy," and we both laugh at that. "I showed them your picture, Dylan, and they were like, 'He's your boyfriend?' like they couldn't believe scrawny me could have a boyfriend like you." I mumble, "I'm lucky to have you as a boyfriend and that's what I'll tell them, if I'm gonna live with you that is." He's like, "Oh you're living with us alright and sleeping in my bed with me too. I went through all that and they finally came around the last couple of days and okayed everything. Mom said she's getting all new linens and pillows for our bed, plus dad's having my room painted and new carpet put in." He's laughing as I'm gawking at him like he's full of it. He says, "I'm serious! It's what they said and they're excited about you staying with us now. You gotta remember I had hardly any friends growing up. Just those dominant sadist treating me like dirt and now I've got a friend and lover. They're happy for me and maybe a little relieved I'm finally happy. All I know is I've got the best looking boyfriend ever who loves me and now my parents see me in a whole new light. By the end of the week they were acting completely different from when I first told them I was gay." I'm like, "I'm nervous and excited at the same time, Ryan. I've never stayed at anyone's house for more than one night, and it was very rare for me to even do that." He says, "I'll make sure you're comfortable and relaxed staying with us." Huh, I can't help wondering what Ryan's parent's reaction would have been if he showed them a picture of some overweight goof instead of me. I gotta wonder if they'd have the same enthusiastic response, but I don't mention that to Ryan.
Ryan's grinning triumphantly about his victory with his parents, then says, "Still, I was taken aback by the rents initial reaction to me being gay. I thought they'd be supportive right from the start, so that surprised me although by the end of the week they were just as supportive as I expected." I ask, "And you definitely said I'd be sleeping with you?" He goes, "Yes, I just told you that." I'm like, "There's no way they misinterpreted what you were saying, right?" He laughs, "Stop worrying. Everything is perfect. You and me are driving from here to my home on the last day of the semester." Oh no, I wanted to spend a couple days with my mom at home before leaving for Georgia. I tell him that, and he says, "Sorry, Dylan, I want you keeping me company during the ride home." I frown and he goes, "Hey, no pouting. You'll be working for me, Dylan, and driving home with me is my second bossy order for you." I suck on my lips not liking that I won't get to go home first. Hmmm, I ask, "Can't I fly down and get there the same time it'll take you to drive?" He says, "I guess you could except you're not going to. You're riding with me." I'm like, "Okay I guess, um, you said that's your second order. What's your first?" He goes, "Your haircut," and I go, "No dammit, I don't want a fucking haircut." He laughs, "Well, you can't always get what you want, sometimes you get what you need." I go, "Thanks for that advice, Mick," but don't argue more about it now. When he says it's time for my haircut he's going to find out how determined I am about my fucking hair growing out. I'm not gonna be treated like a ten year old!
We watch the baseball players practice for awhile without talking and I let driving down to Georgia sink in. I'll call and explain the situation to mom. And oh yeah I've got an idea, I'll go home one of the weekends before the end of the semester to see mom and Tris. Yeah, that'll work, but Ryan's haircut idea won't work." I say, "You're the boss, Ryan, so I'll do what you say and drive home with you. It'll be fun in the Mini." He smiles, "Yeah, it'll be a fun trip alright. We won't drive straight though. We'll stay overnight at some motel." I nod, "Cool, but um, how about giving me some slack on the haircut thing, okay? Let's compromise." He's pissed, "We've been over this ten times starting with the first extra short haircut I gave you. You're going to get the same haircut every ten days or so and that's final. Please don't fuck-up our plans. We should be excited about us living and sleeping together instead of bickering about something you've agreed to weeks ago." Smelling the back of my wrists I'm looking at Ryan. I know I should have waited before bringing this up again! Still, I have this gooey good submissive sensation sliding over my brain. Mmmm, nice. Ryan can do the dominant thing awesomely so what can I do except I murmur, "Sorry Ryan, you're right. No more bitching from me about the haircut situation." I can't fucking win an argument with him. He goes, "Thanks, Dylan, and I'm sorry for yelling at you." He rubs my back, asking, "Friends?" I'm resigned to admitting he's right. I agreed to this some time ago. I mumble, 'Friends and lovers, Ryan. I'm good with everything now, really. You're the boss." What the fuck, I've had short hair for over two years now, so what another couple of months?
I'm really feeling the hots for him now that he's put me in my place. I slide over a little bit to sit closer to Ryan, grinning at him and trying to make up. I say, "Ryan, um, I'm okay now. I wanna do it your way." He grins back, "Thanks, babe, I knew you'd see things my way eventually. How about we spend a little time in my dorm room now? Freddie won't be back until tomorrow morning." Oh man, I get that squirmy feeling in my groin right away. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly I feel my heart beating a little faster as I look at Ryan thinking about him fucking me hard. He's something alright, kinda special. I mumble, "Okay, sure, Ryan, that'd be great." He stands up grinning, "You're acting funny again, Dylan. I don't know if you're being serious. Ya know, we don't have to go to my dorm if you don't feel like it." I gulp, then say, "I want to, Ryan, I'm being serious. I've got the hots for you something terrible and I think you're well aware of that." He smiles, "Yeah, I'm aware of that and nothing in the world could possibly make me happier than knowing that's how you feel about me. It's how I feel about you too. I think you know that you and me are meant for each other. We're perfect together and I'm expecting you'll come to realize what that means by the end of the summer." I nod my head wondering if he might be right about that. I've thought we're perfect for each other myself, except Robby still comes first in my heart. Yeah, but what if Ryan changes my mind about that this summer? As we walk down the bleachers I run my fingers though his preppy haircut, murmuring, "That's a good haircut, Ryan. I couldn't have done better. You look really good with that preppy haircut." He says, "Thanks, Dylan. That's nice of you to tell me that. From now on you'll be my barber, okay? No more barbershop haircuts for me." I mumble, "Thanks," and he says, "I should have thought of getting a haircut from you before I left for the airport." He seems so sexy hot to me and I don't care about his size or any of that. He's like irresistible and I actually like that he stood by his guns about my haircut. He's consistently the 'man' and that's cool. I need to respect that about him.
At the car he asks, "Would you like to drive the Mini around a little?" I nod my head, "Thanks, yeah I would." He hands me the keys and he gets in the shotgun seat. He's making-up to me just like I was doing to him. We're alike alright, neither of us wants the other mad at them. I look at Ryan and he rubs my head, "We're good, right babe?" I nod, "Definitely, Ryan. I didn't mean to make such a fuss back there. My bad." He mumbles, "It's okay," and I drive off campus, asking, "Can you have dinner at our apartment tonight?" He goes, "Awesome, yeah, I'd love that," and I ask, "Is it alright if I drive your Mini to Tracy's so I can get a case of beer." He goes, "Sure, I'll chip in for the beer," and he takes his wallet out and hands me thirty dollars. I go, "Jesus, the case probably won't cost much more than that," and he says, "I wanna treat for the beer. I'm getting a free dinner, right?" He's generous, but not frivolous with his money like Willie is. Willie spends his father's inherited money like it grows on trees. Huh, well this is probably Ryan's father's thirty dollars too, but Ryan's working this summer so it'll be his money after that. It's so neat driving this car. People can't help but stare at the car and I feel cool driving it. I'll probably get to drive it halfway to Georgia too. Fuck, I gotta admit Ryan's got the situation totally under control. I just hope he's not exaggerating about his parents being all in with me living there and sleeping with their only son under their roof. I'd feel awkward doing that with Robby at my house or his house, especially his house.
At Tracy's the bar's not open yet, but the guy who collects the money at the door, and who sometimes bar tends, remembers me. He's putting beers in a big barrel of ice when I knock. He goes, "Ah, Dylan! How was your spring break?" and I tell him a little about it. Then he asks, "You looking for Tracy? He's not back yet." I go, "Oh, okay, but can I get a case of beer anyway?" He laughs, "Tracy says whatever you want, pal. We've got lots of Coors." When I ask how much for a case of Coors he tells me it's thirty bucks a case to me, forty-five for anyone else. Feeling special, I carry the case down and it just fits in the small back seat of the Mini. Then I drive us to my apartment to put the beer in the refrigerator. Ryan waits in the car and when I get back, I go, "We also need to do grocery shopping for dinner tonight." Ryan says, "Later, first I need to give you a hard fucking so you'll remember one of the reasons you love me." I mutter, "Oh yeah, I'm up for that although I already know I love you." He says, "You make me feel so good about myself, Dylan. You're very special and I thank God every night for you in my life." Whoa, that's heavy! Not knowing what to say to that, I just smile and drive out of the parking lot. My anticipation is building as I drive us back to Ryan's dorm. He only told me to slow down three times today. I park and we get out with Ryan leaning me against the car, my ass against the driver's door. He says, "I've been dreaming about our reunion for ten days, Dylan. You're in my head and heart, baby. I'm so fucking excited about this summer with you I can barely stand waiting the three weeks." I'm like, "Me too," and he goes, "Um, will you sleep with me tonight, Freddie's not gonna be there tonight." I push his little glasses up his little nose, saying, "I'd like to, Ryan, but Rob would be pissed and I don't want to hurt his feelings. I love you and I can't wait for the summer too, but it'd be wrong to sleep with you tonight." He nods his head, "I understand, it would be a bad move I guess, but I yearn for you. You'll be all mine this summer though. And absolutely no side-sex for you in Georgia, right?" I go, "Right, Ryan."
He gives me one of his patented kisses that brings on a hard boner between my legs and makes me moan and cling to him with my face next to his feeling his scraggily little beard that looks so cool on him. It's very curly and soft. My arms are around his neck as I rub my cheek against his. We break apart and this time I don't bother looking around to see if anyone is gawking at us. I don't care if they are. I feel really good being with Ryan again. As we walk side by side to his dormitory I'm realizing that I didn't put up much of a fight about the haircut, especially considering how positive I was about letting my hair grow out. That's until Ryan said, 'no'. That's the way it is between us and I like it although I wish he'd said, it was 'okay'. At his room he opens the door and gives my ass a hard smack, saying, "In you go and get your clothes off so I can see your hot naked body again." I get undressed as Ryan watches and then he laughs seeing my boner sticking out. He hugs me with one arm and strokes my boner with his other hand, murmuring, "You turn me on like nothing I've ever experienced before in my life. I used to think I got turned-on being submissive. Ha! That can't compare with how turned-on I get being dominant to your submissiveness, Dylan. It's not even fucking close."
He lets go of my cock when he has it so hard it's sticking straight out and so hard it hardly bounces at all when I move. I gasp feeling good as Ryan rubs his hands over my body and with us kissing he grabs and squeezes both my butt cheeks getting another moan out of me. He breaks off a kiss sliding his tongue across my cheek to whisper in my ear, "What do you think I want you to do now?"
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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