Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 8

by Donny Mumford

Tonight we're having a little dinner/ beer party at our apartment. We've all registered for our sophomore year, we've bought the books we need for our courses, and attended the orientation meeting... sort of. Now we're ready to begin classes tomorrow, but before that we're having a small guys-only party to celebrate the last night before the shit hits the fan. The menu: grilled chicken wings served three ways, plain grilled ones which are good right off the grill, barbecued chicken wings with our own sweet and spicy barbecue sauce, and Buffalo style wings with either the hot or hotter sauce. We'll also have Chubby's homemade mac and cheese, French rolls, and a mixed salad. We scored a thirty pack of Bud cans from Harry Black, some of the cans are in the refrigerator and some on ice in a cooler on the balcony. The CD player's rocking some of our favorite tunes, which at the moment is a Killers' CD. Chubby, Robby, me, Ryan, Cory, a teammate from Robby's baseball team, plus Ryan's roommate are all out on the balcony drinking beers and some of us are smoking cigarettes. No pot, not that we have a rule banning it, it's just that no one has any. That works for me real well because I don't care for it myself. Some of the guys we hung out with last year will be pissed we didn't tell them about our little get together, but we don't have the room that Tracy has for a larger groups than this, and if we told one guy everyone would know. So we're calling this an ad hoc low key affair. That's if 'ad hoc' means 'spur of the moment'.

Robby introduces me to his teammate, Danny Monday. We bump fist and I mutter, "Cool name." He grins, "Thanks, even though I didn't have a lot of say in the matter." He's kinda cute in a 'jock' sort of way. Danny's my height with big powerful looking arms and wide shoulders, and probably a big cock. I'm guessing about that last part. The way some athletes do, he stands a little pigeon toed but that's kinda boyishly cute of him if you ask me. Buzzed cut dark blond hair, brown eyes, and a nice tan complexion with a couple days worth of blond whiskers. He's wearing a white pullover Polo golf shirt and pale tan khaki's with Sperry top-siders on his feet, no socks. This kid screams, 'PREPPY!'. Really nice white teeth and a great grin and smile with dimples that he shows off frequently. There's a wholesome innocence about him and I could probably become attracted to him, although I won't let myself do that if he's Robby's side-sex buddy. I'll use my famous willpower to resist, but those arms and legs wrapped around me with his hard cock up my ass, wow! I say to Danny, casual like, "Did Rob happen to mention I'm an awesome barber? I'd be glad to do free haircuts for any friend of Rob's." He looks at Robby, grinning, "Free haircuts? You keeping that a secret, Rob? Keeping the free haircuts to yourself? Huh?" Robby shrugs, "It didn't occur to me, Danny, but yeah, Dylan's an awesome barber." Danny puts his arm across my shoulders and gives them a squeeze, saying, "Thanks, Dylan, you got yourself another customer." I lean into him a little, just a little, saying, "Anytime, dude." It's hard to decide if he's gay or not, but there's definitely a chance that he is. He's Robby's type and he reminds me of that baseball guy we ran into last summer at Ken's Steakhouse. I forget his name, but he was an ex-sex partner of Robby's, although I'm not sure if the 'ex' still applies. They could have hooked up later that week.

I'm also interested in Ryan's roommate, Marty, so when I get the chance I slide over to say hi to those two. Marty's a good looking quiet kid about six feet, two or three inches tall. One of those guys with conventional good looks, but who I don't feel qualifies as cute, just nice looking. He's on the slim side, but no where near skinny, with a good build on him. Dark hair cut in a real preppy style with almost no bangs. I've been doing a shorter version of Marty's haircut for some of the guys thinking I was original with that style, but evidently it's not original. Ryan introduces us, and I ask a typical question you might ask someone you don't know, "Where ya from, Marty?" He goes, "Indiana, why do you want to know?" Well, fuck you! I'm just making conversation, but I don't say that. I go, "Just wondered. Um, I don't remember seeing you around campus last year," and he shrugs, "That's because I wasn't around here last year." Ryan says, "Marty's secretive, ain't ya, Marty." Marty says, "No, not especially, I just don't abide getting the third degree." Ryan smiles, "Abide? Ya don't hear that word used a lot around here. Maybe never, ha ha." Ryan's obviously working at getting Marty to loosen the fuck up. Marty just frowns annoyingly at Ryan, and I go, "You're up near the great lakes, huh?" He nods his head, but that's all. Well, the Indianapolis Colts NFL team is probably who Marty roots for, so I ask, "Were you pissed-off when the Colts traded Peyton Manning to the Broncos?" He says, "No, I didn't care. I don't follow sports." Jesus! Ryan and I then talk about who's a better quarterback Tom Brady or Peyton Manning without an opinion from non football-watching Marty. As soon as I can do it without being rude, I drift back over again to Chubby, Cory, Robby, and Danny. Chubby has a joke. It goes like this:

"This dude's in a fancy restaurant alone when he sees a very attractive lady at a table by herself. He tells his waiter to send a bottle of Merlot over to the hot lady's table, compliments of him. The waiter does this and she

says something to the waiter, glancing over at the guy. She writes a note and the waiter delivers it. The note says... 'For me to accept this bottle of Merlot you need to have a Mercedes in your garage, a million dollars in the bank, and seven inches in your pants'. Well, the guy shrugs and writes his note for her. It says... 'In my several garages I have a Ferrari Maranello, BMW Z8, a Mercedes CL600, and a Porsche Turbo. I have beautiful homes in Aspen and Miami, and a 10,000 acre ranch in Texas. There's over $75,000,000 in various bank accounts of mine around the world. But, not even for a beautiful woman like you, would I cut two inches off my cock."

The guys yuck it up a little at the corny joke with Danny laughing the hardest, and I go, "That's mildly humorous, Chub, but you know who'd really laugh their ass off at that joke?" Chubby says, "Anyone with a sense of humor?" I go, "Yeah, plus Marty, Ryan's roommate. He's a laugh riot." Chubby drifts over and I nudge Cory, "Get a load of this." We watch Chubby telling Ryan and Marty the joke. At the punch line Ryan gets the giggles holding his crotch laughing, while Marty doesn't crack a smile. He looks at Chubby like he has two heads, which gets me laughing as Chubby glances over at me. That kinda shit strikes me funny. Chubby's trying not to grin at my practical joke on him, but a smile begins on his lips anyway as he flashes me the finger behind his back, and now he's stuck talking to Marty. All I hear from Marty is, "Why do you wanna know?" and I chuckle again. Oh man! Robby says, "You're awful, Dylan." I lean into him and he gives me a quick kiss on the lips. He never used to have the confidence to do that in front of people, but now he doesn't give it a thought, and right in front of Danny too. Hmmm, that bodes well. I mean, if I was interested in Danny it might bode well. Actually, it's bodes well for Robby... that's what I really meant. Robby asks me, "Should we start cooking something?" I say, "Chubby's got a mac and cheese casserole in the oven along with the French rolls, the salad's made and staying cool in the refrigerator. I'll get started grilling the chicken wings as soon as I finish my cigarette, so we're on top of it, boss. The wings are best when grilled slowly so the skin gets crisp." Robby mutters, "You're totally awesome, ya know that?" I say to Danny, nodding at what Robby just said, "That's what everybody says about me," and he laughs, then stares at me grinning with a 'look' in his eyes. I grin back just to be polite.

I get the wings on the grill, and every few minutes turn them over. Most of the guys are now playing liars poker with one dollar bills, and making a lot of noise doing it. Ryan's roommate, Marty, isn't in the liars poker game

of course. What a shocker that is! He's leaning up against the railing looking bored. For a smallish group like this it's awkward having a loner at the party, someone who won't participate in a good time. It's like he's too good for this. He's above guys just getting together to drink beer, eat, and laugh at shit... this is beneath him, I guess. God only knows what Marty might think is a good time. Everyone's had at least two beers and most are on their third. Robby's already called Tracy to score an over-priced case of Amstel light beer that someone will pick up after we eat. All the guys except Marty chipped-in for the case because they seem to be in a beer drinking frame of mind tonight, not that that's unusual for college students. Ryan goes in to take a piss and when passing by me he gives my ass a goose. I turn to look at him and he gives me a sexy look while rubbing his goatee the way guys with facial hair seem to do a lot. They sort of play with it. Ryan's making my dick move in my pants again. Damn! We fucked thee times today and I'm still a little horny for him, but newness will probably wear off in a week or so I expect. You know, when the uniqueness of seeing him again fades. Still, it's a bit disturbing to realize the degree of hot's I have for that little body and cute face of his. I can't even begin to articulate why he seems so incredibly sexy to me. It's basically every single thing about him, I guess... plus, knowing that Robby's fucking him makes Ryan seem even sexier and more attractive. I'm making a concerted effort not to be obvious about being overly hot for Ryan. I'd rather he doesn't catch on to how infatuated with him I am because we're disagreeing on something.

The 'something' we're disagreeing on is basically Ryan insisting I be submissive to him after sex. He claims he needs this because he's out of practice being dominant. He says if I'm acting submissive, it's like he has a head start being dominant for our next time sex. I think it's more than that though, although I'm not sure what the 'more' is. My position is that Robby and I are more committed to each other than ever and I should only let him be bossy to me when sex isn't involved. This is my idea, not Robby's. So there's a conflict there between Ryan and me. He likes it the way it was before he moved away and I feel things have changed so it can't be the way it was. It seldom can be the same because it's impossible to duplicate exactly the set of circumstances a second time. It'd be a much better situation if the desire and sexual arousal between us is more equal, mutual and without special stipulations. I'm talking about buddy sex pure and simple, that's all. Ryan might want it to be more, but it can't be more than buddy sex for me. So here we are in a bit of a quandary. I'm determined to wait until he brings up us having sex the next time. He doesn't need to say 'please' like I had to with him, but he'll need to suggest it. Even if Ryan suggest we have sex in some vague way it'll be better than me asking him to fuck me because then he'd have the upper hand. This would be easier for me to do if I had other outlets for side-sex, but here at college so far I don't have other options. Not yet I don't. It might mean Ryan and I go a couple of weeks without doing it, if neither of us gives in. We'll just see who has more willpower, and he's up against a determined person now that I've made up my mind.

Robby drops out of the liars poker game and comes over to the grill putting his arm around my waist for a hug. He asks, "How ya doing, boyfriend?" and he gives me a kiss on my cheek. I've got a big smile for Robby as I lean into him again, mumbling, "Doing good, especially with you giving me a kiss and a hug. I love you, Robby." Another squeeze, and he asks, "How are you and Ryan getting along? Any awkward moments getting reacquainted? It seemed you guys got along pretty well during the threesome.' I go, "Uh huh," and he's like, "I was hoping by starting off with a threesome it would break the ice between you two." I go, "We're alright. You were right though, Rob, reviving our threesome might turn out to be a good idea. Especially this year when we know exactly what's what, where we all stand with each other and that sort of thing, and right from the start too. You make it work, fer sure, and it helps, like I said, that we're all on board, especially with the sex situation." I'm not going to worry Robby with Ryan's and my, um, disagreement. Another thing, I'm interested to see if Ryan goes whining to Robby about it. Robby seems stuck on the topic of Ryan and me getting along, so maybe Ryan already went whining to him. He goes, "Yeah, I was kinda worried you and Ryan would be like oil and water, although it's been okay between you two, has it?" I shrug, "Sure, yeah, it's okay. I think he's sexier now, as a matter of fact. You know, that goatee, mustache, and all his muscles. Ha ha, he's cool." Robby mutters, "Yeah, he's a good kid. He and I picked up where we left off pretty easily too." Then he adds, like it's kinda funny, "I checked out a couple of kinky sites online to get some ideas for dominant sex and Ryan seems to like it. He said he was missing it a little, meaning being dominated during sex. And that's even though he seems to loathe that Mack guy, the one back in Georgia." I turn the chicken wings again and realize I'm feeling a little jealous of both Rob and Ryan. I mumble, "We probably don't want to discuss this too much. Um, that's what you said, right? About the side-sex." He pats by shoulder, "Yep, good for you. I just wanted to be sure you're involved because if you're not happy, then we're not doing it. I'm relieved to hear you think it's a good idea too." Well, I said it might turn out to be a good idea, but I'll let that slide because Robby seems so pleased with everything. He pats my shoulder, "Ya know, I wasn't sure if it'd work or not... for you, I mean. I care about you above everything else so you need to be open with me. If something doesn't seem right to you, just say so and whatever it is, it's outta here." I mutter, "I will, Rob, I promise." He rubs my head now, chuckling, as he's muttering, "Rob, ha ha," because normally I call him 'Robby'. I like all the touching of my person Robby's been doing lately too. Real nice.

Chubby's walking by, asking, "Will you give me a hand setting the food up like a buffet and getting the plates and utensils out, Robby? The chicken looks perfect, Dylan. Bring it in and we'll put the sauces out." He means the

Buffalo and barbecue sauces for the wings so the guys can put as much or as little sauce on their wings as they want. I say, "Yes, boss," and pile the wings on a platter making a small hill of them. I bring them inside and put the platter on the kitchen bar along with tongs that the guys can use picking up the hot wings, although I expect most of them will use their fingers. Robby got the plates, knives and forks out, and now he sets the salad and a basket of rolls down next to the platter of wings as Chubby's doing the same with the mac and cheese casserole. I pull Robby aside a little, and ask, "Um, Robby, I was wondering about that guy, Danny. Is he, you know, the one you got reacquainted with?" Robby hesitates, then goes, "We, ah, should keep our sex on the side to ourselves, right? Like you just said a minute ago. Me asking generally about you and Ryan is okay because we're all in our threesome, but guys who aren't in the threesome, mums the word. I won't ask you and, you know, you won't ask me." I say, "Yeah, but we're trying to cut down on our side sex, so I just wondered..." Robby goes, "Right, lets keep our side-sex to a bare minimum when we can, and then slowly wean ourselves of it entirely during the next year. That's the best way, not cold turkey. Don't you agree?" I nod my head, "Sure, but there's a certain amount of jealousy that I can't seem to shake." He squeezes my shoulder, "That's a good thing, Dylan! I have it too. It'll help us overcome this side-sex devil that's in us, and eventually it'll be just you and me." I go, "Side-sex devil? Well, gradual weaning sounds right, Robby," emphasizing I called him 'Robby'. He grins, "Dylan, you get cuter every day! You're irresistible!" I make a face, like... 'it's nothing really'. All the guys come in off the balcony and grab plastic plates. They're good plastic plates, not flimsy paper ones, but still disposable. Hope the green police don't get wind of this.

Four guys sit around the kitchen table to eat while laughing and breaking each others balls, and I get stuck outside at the little round table with Marty and Cory. That's what I get for letting our guests serve themselves first. I don't blame Ryan for taking a break from his roommate, and Cory's a sweet kid, but Marty is a dull bump on a log. Keeping a conversation going isn't easy because Cory still has that shy factor with strangers, and Marty certainly qualifies as not only a stranger, but a strange stranger at that. Cory finally tells me about something unusual that happened today at Stop & Shop and we keep that theme going for a bit while we listen to the boisterous laughter coming from the guys in the kitchen. Mostly it's Chubby keeping the conversation appropriately bizarre in there. I could sure use him out here. If anybody can, he'd loosen up Marty, although he didn't do too well along those lines with his joke. Heh heh, I'm still chuckling over the expression on Chubby's face when he realized I set him up. Finally, to get Marty to say something, I ask him how the food is and he says, "It's okay, good mac and cheese anyway." Well fuck you! Instead of saying that I tell him it's Chubby's recipe, "Well, actually it's both of our recipe, one we've perfected over years of trying to make the perfect mac and cheese. We've been cooking since we were eight years old." Marty has nothing to say to that and I'm not even sure he was listening to me. I at least expected he'd ask why we started cooking at eight years old. Cory knows why we had to cook for ourselves because I told him awhile ago that our moms are always working at the restaurant during dinner time, and they have been since Chubby and I were born. Cory talks a little about the last haircut I gave him and that gets another frown from Marty, and a muttered, "Home haircut? Jesus!" then a disapproving shake of his head. That fucker is making me uncomfortable and ruining my appetite. Chubby and I can go long periods of time without saying anything, and be comfortable with it. Robby and me too, to a lesser degree. Not so with others though, so I blather on about whatever comes to mind, sports, movies, music, Merrimack... nothing interest Marty, although he does get another big platter of this 'okay' food. He's very nice looking and has a good build and good hair, but no personality at all.

Mercifully everyone is finally full, including Marty, so we're all mingling together in the kitchen getting rid of our plastic plates and disposable silverware, and grabbing beers, everyone doing it at the same time. Marty says to Ryan, "I'm gonna take off now so I can call home before it gets too late. Can you get a ride back to the dorm?" Ryan looks at me, and I say, "What?" then realize what was said, and go, "Oh, sure, we'll get you back to the dorm, Ryan." Marty says to me, "Thank you for the food and beer. I appreciate it," and I smile bumping fist with him, mumbling, "Nice to meet ya." Marty goes over to thank Chubby and Robby too, so he's got some manners at least. I glance at Ryan and he raises his eyebrows giving me a sexy look as

he pushes his glasses up his little nose. I swear to God my dick tightens up and I need to take a deep breath. Dammit! There's just something so sexily attractive about him I want to grope myself, but I resist. Then I find myself rubbing the soft hairs of Ryan's red ponytail as my dick's firming up more. He stares into my eyes and I bite my bottom lip to keep from gasping, then he says, "Don't get any sexy ideas in your head, Dylan, I told you earlier, that was the last time we're doing it today. We'll get caught if we keep doing it all the time." I nod my head muttering, "I know, I didn't suggest anything. It's just, um... oh nothing." Chubby says to everyone, "I've volunteered to get the case of beer, who's gonna be my wing man?" To get away from the temptation of Ryan, I say, "Me, Chubby," and he goes, "Okay, bro! Lets rock 'n roll."

I lean close, and say to Ryan, "See ya in ten minutes or so," he rubs under his nose with his index finger like a little kid, then pushes his glasses up his little nose again. Fuck, that's cute! He sniffs, shrugs, then mumbles, "Okay, maybe when you get back we can make out a little or something, you know if you want to. I can do that much for you." Hot shit, he gave in and asked me first. That's what it amounted too, not that I'm taking him up on it. Ha! he couldn't resist. Trying for casual cool, I go, "Yeah, maybe, see ya." I follow Chubby down the steps feeling good, so I jump off the bottom step onto Chubby back and wrap my legs around him. He walks forward a couple of steps as I kiss his cheek. He goes, "This is very mature of you, Dylan." I drop down and put my arm across his shoulders, "Yeah, it is isn't it. How you doing?" He chuckles, "Other than a sprained back, I'm good. How many beers have you had?" I go, "Not many, I just felt like hugging my brother and giving his a kiss." He says, "Oh, anytime, Dylan, your hugs and kisses are always welcome here." I go, "I'm glad you finally see the value of those important brotherly signs of affection. Ya know, men kiss in certain European countries, and they do it routinely. Plus, remember The Sopranos on HBO? Those mob guys are always kissing each other on the cheek." He goes, "I can't argue with that, bro. You always have been ahead of the trends. Is this a trend for American men now? Guys kissing." I go, "If I have anything to say about it, it is." He laughs as we get in the Jeep.

During the short ride to Tracy's we compare notes about our feelings regarding the two guys we met tonight, Marty and Danny. Our conclusions are similar. Danny's a good regular guy, but there's something majorly wrong with Marty. I go, "Connor had a loser of a roommate last year. I guess it's Ryan's

turn now." Chubby says, "Not just them, there's a lot of that going around. You hear guys bitching about their roommates all the time and it's even worse for girls. Oh man, girls are rarely happy with their roommate." I mutter, "Not our problem. They want the full campus experience living in dorms and eating in the dining hall, let 'em have it. Fuck that." As he's parking at Tracy's place, he goes, "Well, lets face it, most college students don't know two other guys to share an apartment with like we do, so they've got no other choice except a dorm and there's a roommate in every dorm room. In an apartment situation you've gotta really get along and trust each other. There a lease involved, and legal shit to consider." We go up Tracy's back steps and find a ruckus of some kind going on. A couple of guys pushing each other and two girls screeching at both the guys. We don't recognize any of them so we skirt the fuss and slip inside where a drunk Harry Black is

explaining to another drunk kid, this one wearing thick eyeglasses, how to tie a square knot. He's got a twisted paper towel that he's using as a rope. It's hard to make out his words because of the slurring from Harry's as he talks. He looks up blankly at Chubby for a second, then says, "Ho lo, Bert." Chubby nods and smiles, "How they hanging, Harry?" Harry goes, "In the room there, he's with Spictsel." He must have thought Chubby asked where's Tracy?" As we go by the square-knot boys, Chubby ask me, "Who the fuck's Spictsel?" I shrug and we find Tracy making out on a couch with a girl. Chubby and I exchange smirks and Chubby clears his throat. Glancing over at us, Tracy nods his head slightly, then holds out his hand, muttering, "Forty-five bucks, if you don't mind. How you boys doing?" Chubby gives him the money and Tracy says, "The case of Amstel is in the bottom of the refrigerator," and he goes back to making out. Then he stops and says to the girl, "Oh yeah, let me introduce you to the brothers with different last names, Jeff Romaro and Dylan Newman." She gives a little wave of her hand as Tracy nods at the girl, and says, "My girlfriend, Sheryl Wensal." We go, "Hi, Sheryl," and she waves again as they resume making out. Unless Tracy lost a hand recently, he has one of his hands hidden in Sheryl's top.

Walking into the kitchen, Chubby mutters, "Now we know who Spictsel is." Two of the shelves in the refrigerator have been removed so a case of beer fits in the bottom. Tracy always uses half kegs for his beer party's, but he sells cases of beer because there's more profit selling cases than kegs. Next year we can buy our own beer directly from Market Basket in Salem, New Hampshire, but till then we're at the mercy of guys like Tracy and Harry. I'm humping the case across the back deck when a guy puts his hand on my chest, and says, "Where the fuck do you think you're going with that case of beer? Freshman need to share their beer, bud." I go, "Don't call me bud, pal." Chubby says, with a big grin, "The only beer you're gonna get from this case, pal, is a bottle broken on top of your pumpkin size head," and he grins some more at the guy. The guy goes to say something, but John Beverly, Chubby's friend who I've met maybe twice, takes hold of the kid's arm, saying. "Yo Mike, these guys are my friends, what the fuck ya doing, dude?" The 'Mike' guy, mutters, "Fucking freshman won't share their shit, Johnny, a couple of asshole's." John laughs, "You're the asshole, Mike, as usual. And you really don't want to fuck with these two. They're two crazy brothers from Framingham and they take their beer seriously, and they're not freshman either, ya dumb fuck." Mike shrugs, "Okay, if you say so. You da man, Johnny," and he slinks away. Chubby and John bump fist, "How ya doing, Jeff?" Chubby goes, "Good, John. Um, thanks for having our back, but that drunk was no problem for us." John chuckles, "I was getting his back, not yours, Jeff. Saving him from getting his ass kicked again, which seems to happen every couple of weeks. I went to high school with that dick. He's a loser, but he's a guy from my school, so ya know, he's my loser." I mumble, "This fucking case of beer isn't getting any lighter," and John pats my back, "Good to see ya, Dylan. Take care of your brother, okay?" Chubby and John bump fist again and we go on down the steps.

In the Jeep Chubby tells me, "I told John about some of our skirmishes with would be bullies we got into while we were growing up, so now he's got this mistaken idea we're some bad asses from the wrong side of the tracks." I go, "Un huh, but what's with that asshole, Mike? There's never trouble at Tracy's." He says, "John will let it slip to Tracy, and he'll ban Mike from future beer parties. Tracy worries the cops will get some complaints and shut him down so trouble makers like Mike, who can't hold their booze, get excluded from the speak easy. Fights are a sure way to have the cops take notice." He starts the Jeep and I ask, "Speak easy?" Chubby chuckles, "That's how Tracy refers to his place. His parents are rich, ya know." I go, "Yeah, I knew that, but Tracy still wants to make money on the beer re-sales." Chubby mutters, "Yeah, he wants to be rich too I guess." Back at our apartment we hear a cheer from the guys as we walk in with the beer, and five bottles of Amstel light are scoffed up immediately. Chubby and I put the rest in the refrigerator. We use the shelves in our refrigerator.

Ryan comes over and nudges me with his elbow, "I've decided to give in to your request, so let's drift off and find some spot where we can mess around in private." I laugh, "Are you shitting me? I didn't request anything." He's a little drunk, he mutters, "Don't forget you need to ask me for it and use the magic word, 'please' when you ask me." I don't know, but it seems Ryan's not only a little drunk, but he's getting too big for his britches too. That's another corny saying of unknown origin... too big for his britches. There's aren't a lot of things I'd like to do more than mess around sexily with this molten hot guy, Ryan, but I do have my pride, so I say, "Nah, no thanks, Ryan. Earlier you said that we've had enough sexy messin' around for one day so I'm gonna go with that." He says, "Oh, come on! You want my dick up your ass again and I've got the urge to do it too so you best take advantage of it while you can." I smile at him, "I know you're playing the dominant card, Ryan, and I appreciate that, but I think you're taking me for granted. No sense in me lying and pretending I don't have the hot's for you because you know I do, but I'm attempting to control my impulses. A little earlier tonight I forgot to use my often-missing willpower, but I've recovered it now. So, like I just said, no thanks, but thanks for the offer. I guess I just wanted to see if you'd ask me, and you have... that's about it, bud." He changes his tune completely, "Okay, I'm sorry, Dylan. I thought you wanted me to be 'the man'." I grin at him and rub his head, "You are the man, Ryan, and I'm hot for you like always, but like I said, my willpower tells me to wait for tonight in bed with my true love, Rob, um, Robby." Now it's a whine from Ryan, "That wasn't fair, Dylan. You sleep with him every night, but you don't need to throw it in my face. And anyway, I can't keep up with what you want from me. Come on, forget about saying please. You don't need to ask me, I'm asking you. Rob's only gonna spend one night with me a week and we already had our night. You know how horny you make me and I can nag too if I need to, I'm a good nagger." Hugging around his shoulders, I go, "Yeah, I know you're a world class nagger, but it's not working tonight, that's all." Glancing around and seeing no one is watching us, I kiss his lips, muttering, "Hot lips! Come on out to the balcony and keep that heat going, you sexy boy you. There's always tomorrow." He scrunches his face, "Please, Dylan. Just a quick one... we'll do it standing up in your bedroom. Please." Chuckling, I say, "You're making it hard for me, but I promised Rob I'm going to cut back on side sex. You're very much aware that he

and I are engaged, right?" I'm laying it on a little thick, but a little while ago he was doing that too.

I sort of drag him outside to the balcony and Robby says, "There you two are," and he comes over. We start talking about tomorrow and the beginning of our college routine. Robby says, "Ryan, you're in both classes with us tomorrow so we'll either wait for you outside the lecture hall or you wait for

us so we can sit together. Tomorrow's Thursday so there's only two days of

classes this week, but we should still think about the threesome getting together for study group... get a routine started. It makes sense to do the study groups here at the apartment, don't ya think?" Oh man, I'm not ready for this aspect of college life yet. All the paying attention in class, note taking, and doing the studying and writing papers and whatever the fuck else. After a summer free of all that ya need to slide into it gradually. I go, "Rob, it's the first day. We don't need a study group. That's for studying for midterms and stuff like that." He goes, "Okay, we'll play it by ear, but... no, okay for now. Lets see what our professors assign us for homework and then decide." I shrug and he reminds Ryan and me what books we'll need tomorrow and the location of the class. I mutter, "Yes, mother," and he squeezes the back of my neck grinning, and saying, "I gotta motivate my twin boyfriends about the serious part of college, ya got the other parts down pat." Ryan's not saying anything, so Robby asks him, "Why so quiet, Ryan?" Ryan shrugs, then mutters, "We need to have a meeting, Rob... the three of us." Robby asks, "What about?" and Ryan whines, "It's not fair you only spend one night with me," as he leans against Robby, his arm going around Robby's waist. Ryan whines some more, "I forgot how good it is with you, Rob,

and I need that, especially now that I'm away from those other guys. I don't like them, but I was never horny." Robby laughs, "You're always horny, Ryan. And don't hang on me when we're in a group like this." Robby gives me a looks, nodding his head at Ryan, "What are we gonna do about Ryan's horniness, Dylan?" I shrug, "I don't know, Rob, you're the boss. Maybe it's just that he's had too much to drink." Ryan snaps at me, "I not drunk!"

Fuck, I should have accepted Ryan's offer and had a quickie in the bedroom. Yeah, but I really wanna be able to tell Robby I turned down side-sex when he has his meeting with me. The one he said we'd have every Fridays. I'm also gonna ask him if he turned down any side sex himself. That didn't come up before, but it's only fair. Now Ryan's trying to weasel his way into another night with Robby. Disgusted with Ryan's act at the moment, I say, "Well, I need another beer. How 'about you guys?" Robby says, "In a minute, Dylan. Um, it's up to you to decide if I should have two nights a week with Ryan? You know, until we get settled down into a routine." I go, "Oh no, you decide, not me. You're the threesome's boss." Ryan quickly adds, "See, Rob, Dylan doesn't mind." I snap back, "That's not what I said, Ryan." Robby goes, "That's enough, you two. Okay, you guys apparently aren't all that sexually interested in each other." He's talking low, glancing around to make sure no one is listening to us. No one is, so he goes on, "So I guess I gotta do extra duty here. Ha ha, not that I mind one bit, so it'll be two nights with you Ryan. Okay, Dylan?" I say, "What are you talking about? Ryan and I are sexually interested in each other, you're wrong about that. And anyway, Ryan's already agreed that one night with you is enough. We had an iron clad agreement." Ryan goes, "Well, I made a mistake. Anyway it used to be every other night if you remember. Last semester, I mean." I go, "It's only the third day and we're already arguing. Robby, you and I are engaged, remember?" He blows out a lot of air, then says, "Ryan, Dylan's really the one in charge here. You know it and I know it. So I gotta say 'no'. I'm sorry." I say, "That's bullshit, Rob, don't put it on me. You're the boss!" Glancing around again, he says, "Keep your voice down." Chubby's got the other guys laughing about something, so Robby adds, "If I'm the boss then it'll be two night with Ryan just to see if it works out." Ryan says, "Every other night would be fairer," and I stomp off to get a beer. Fuck, if I'd just said 'okay' to Ryan earlier and had another quick fuck with him this never would have come up. That little toad is doing this to spite me. I see where turning down side sex hasn't worked out too good for me.

Robby follows me inside and grabs my arm, to calmly say, "It's only until Ryan gets used to not having sex twenty times a day. Please, Dylan, lets give the threesome a chance." I say, "I'm trying to remember why it is exactly

we even decided to have another go at this threesome. You could have side sex with Ryan without the threesome." He says, "So could you, but we're in the same classes and as a threesome we'd care extra about each other, and we'll be there to get each other's backs if we need help with anything to do with the courses. Also it gives all of us focus. It keeps most of our side sex among us, which I'm hoping will help you and me wean ourselves of outside random side-sex sometime this coming year. And, what the hell, I'm having fun pretending to be in charge. But the bottom line is, you know the drill, all you need to say is you don't want to do it and we won't." Hmmm, I don't want to bite off my nose to spite my face here. I need some time to think about this. I mumble, "At least it's you and me tonight, right?" Robby smiles, "You make me so happy asking that, and of course it's you and me tonight. It's you and me in bed every night and I thank God for that." Softening up, I mumble,"Oh okay, I'll trust you to make the right choices, Robby. What else can I do, I love you." He looks behind us, then holds my face between his hands, murmuring, "You're so special, just saying I love you doesn't express my true feelings for you adequately," and he gives me a soft lover's kiss with my arms hugging him. The side of our faces come together as we both hug, then another quick kiss on the lips, and Robby says, "Thanks, Dylan. How about getting the three of us a beer now, and try to be nice to your twin." I nod my head kinda liking the way Robby stood his ground while at the same time making me feel good with his words of love. There really isn't anything that can compare to being in love, and being loved back. Ryan doesn't have that so I guess I can give in a little bit. On the other side of the coin, Robby's purpose for the threesome is to make me appreciate him more and in that regard I think he's again being successful. Now Ryan has two nights a week and he has me fighting against that because I want it to be me and Robby every night. Now I have five nights and I'm damn well gonna make those the best I can for Robby so it doesn't get down to four. I'm not implying Robby's manipulating things, just that it's working out for him.

I take the cap off of three bottles of beer and hand Robby one, then we go back out on the balcony with me carrying my beer and one for Ryan. Handing Ryan a beer, I mutter, "Sorry I was being confrontational, Ryan. I guess you win. Um, I guess you do deserve more time with our leader." Ryan looks victorious, then smiles at Robby, saying, "Thanks, Rob, I knew you'd be fair.

I'm sorry for causing trouble between you two, but like Dylan says, you're our leader so I turned to you with what was troubling me." Robby rolls his eyes, saying, "Oh brother, 'our leader'. Please turn down the drama a little, Ryan." We tap our bottles together and chug some beer. Robby says, "This is the last beer tonight guys, and then, Dylan, you drive your twin home and be nice to each other." We both mutter, "Okay, Rob." Chubby joins us, asking, "What were you nitwits arguing about?" I say, "Sex, what else," and he goes, "No, really, what was it?" so I go, "Robby wants to have a study group Friday after two days of classes." Robby goes, "No, I agreed with you, it isn't necessary after two days," and Ryan says, "Oh, I thought you were still considering having the study group, Rob." Chubby laughs, "Glad to see your so-called threesome's moving smoothly along, all on the same page too." Then to Robby, Chubby asks, "Did your teammate, Danny, tell you the joke about the old lady driving twenty-two miles an hour?" Robby shakes his head 'no', and Chubby says, "This cop sees a car driving twenty-two miles and hour on a highway with a speed limit of sixty-five miles an hour. Cars are so close to rear-ending the slow moving car so a highway patrolman turns on his flashing lights and pulls the slow car over. It's a car full of white haired little old ladies. He checks the drivers license and registration, then tells granny she can't drive this slow on this major highway. She tells him she's driving the exact speed limit as she always does. The cop frowns and then realizes the problem. He tells her that she's driving on route 22, that's not the speed limit. The other old ladies mumble and complain. When the cop ask what the problem is, a granny in the back seat tell him they just finished driving forty miles on route 99 before this." We groan and chuckle with Chubby mumbling, "You gotta love the Q-tips."

Danny Monday comes over to say goodnight, "And thanks for that awesome food, guys. Hope I get asked to come again sometime, it was fun." We all mutter it was nice meeting him and he's welcome any time. He asks, "How do I get out of this confusing complex?" so I say, "Come over to the railing, Danny. I'll show you the quickest way out." We walk over together and I point out the lighted exit, "To get to that road, drive around to the back, right below where we're standing, and drive through the parking lot we're looking at. It's a short cut to the exit." He says, "Oh, thanks man, that's easy enough. When I drove in I was going in circles around all the buildings looking for yours. Um, did Rob say anything about him and me?" I shrug, "You're both on the baseball team, that's all." He nods his head, "Um, you guys are gay, huh?" I go, "I am, yeah. Rob can speak for himself." He goes, "He already has, um, do you think you'd be interested in a three-way sometime?" I hesitantly ask, "With who?" and he goes, "You, me, and Rob of course." I'm like, "Does Rob know about this?" He says, "No! Well, I sorta asked him and he said 'no' so I thought maybe if you asked him he might change his mind." Hmmm, it looks like I can have two turn-downs in one night. I go, "I won't do that, Danny, sorry. And that's no reflection on you, dude, you're hot. I didn't know you' were gay though." He says, "Keep that to yourself, okay? Some of the gay students at Merrimack know I'm gay, but no one else. No one on the team knows, that's for sure. Rob and I are in the closet as far as

the team goes." Yeah, but I can't help but wonder what Robby and Danny are up to away from the team, not that I'm gonna pry. Danny asks, "Any chance you and I might get it on sometime, just the two of us?" I say, "I don't know, Danny. Probably not, but who knows what the future holds for any of us." He says, "I hope it holds me getting drafted by some major league team." Nice way to change the subject, so I say, "That's be cool, Danny." We walk over to Robby, Chubby, and Ryan. Danny goes, "Well, thanks again, guys. It's been awesome." We mutter our goodbyes as Cory comes outside, saying with a grin, "I had to drain the worm again. Beer goes right through me."

We sit down to finish our beers and talk about what we expect tomorrow on the first day of our sophomore year. I feel bad because Cory's left out of the conversation, so I give his arm a squeeze, asking, "How you doing with the night college courses?" He shrugs, "It's a drag, but I'm determined to motor through it." Finished his beer, Cory says goodnight giving me an awkward hug and bumping knuckles with the other guys. Chubby stands up and stretches, then mutter, "Guess I better take a shower and get my ass to bed." More knuckle bumps and Chubby goes in too. Robby says, "Aha, the three musketeers outlast everyone." We tap our bottles together and finish off the beer. As we're going inside, Robby says, "I'll get my shower out of the way while you're driving Ryan to his dorm, Dylan. That way the bathroom will be all yours when you get back." I say, "Don't you dare fall asleep." Ryan looks down, but doesn't say anything. I shouldn't have said anything because now I feel bad for Ryan. What if I was the one going back to the dorm while Ryan and Robby shared a bed. I wouldn't feel too good about that, so I see Ryan's point of view. It helps to put yourself in the other guy's shoes once in awhile. Robby and Ryan hug and give each other a kiss goodnight and then Ryan and me go down the steps and out the back exit to the parking lot. He says, "I acted like a jackass earlier tonight, Dylan. You turned me down when I thought you'd jump at the chance for a three bagger today, so that really thru me off my game." I say, "We already had a three bagger. The first time we fucked today you came back for seconds and we both had two climaxes." Inside the Jeep, he asks, "Are you really as hot for me as you say?" I shrug, starting the car, "You turn me on, Ryan. Yeah, I think you're sexy. There's definitely some kind of sexual energy between us too, and while I don't understand it, it's there alright. Right now I'd kinda like to have you fuck me hard, but I'm using my powerful willpower to resist." He laughs, "You have about as much willpower as me when it comes to sex." I pull out onto route 114 and go east for about a half mile and then turn onto Merrimack's campus. Ryan's dorm is on the second level below the highway.

Parking in front of his dormitory, I ask, "What floor are you on?" He says, "The second floor. We could drive up to the big parking lot and I promise to give you a fast hard fucking, and a hard spanking too, if you want one. Whatever you want." I say, "I wanna give you a kiss goodnight and then go back to the apartment to take a shower." He looks out his side window, mumbling, "Do you and Rob do it every night?" I say, "Ya know, you're awesome, Ryan, but how many times Robby and I have sex is between him and me. Don't do this to yourself." He screws-up his lips and rolls his eyes, then mutters, "Yeah, you're right. I'm jealous of you both." I ask, "Is Rob being dominant enough to suit you?" Looking at me, he goes, "I could say that it's between him and me, but the answer is 'no' he's not real dominant. Oh, he tries, but he's too nice. I don't have that hang up when I'm dominant with you." I go, "What are you talking about, you're pretty nice too." He mumbles, "I know, I lied, but I'd really like to have sex with you right now!" Taking a deep breath, I say, "Give me a kiss goodnight and get your ass to bed." I squeeze the back of his neck and he folds in against me putting his head on my shoulder and quietly murmurs, "I love you, Dylan. I'm in love with you actually. That's what it is. I have a boner in my pants right now just being with you." He smells so good I put my nose on top of his redhead going,

"Hmmmm, you smell good." He nestles in against me with his arms around me so I give him a hug, murmuring, "I love your little tight body, Ryan, you sexy boy you."

His face lifts up and our lips come together with Ryan demonstrating once again that nobody can kiss like him. His tongues all around the inside of my mouth as I inhale his scent rubbing my nose against his. He says, "Please,

Dylan, just a fast fuck." I grunt, "No, Ryan, I'd like to, you know that, but I'm not gonna give in to my urges." He goes, "My cock is so hard, would you suck me off at least?" I blow out my breath, muttering, "Okay, as a compromise." He takes it out and the moonlight shines off the precum that's drooled down the long shaft. The head throbs as a bubble of precum forms at the slit. Wow, it's big, and I thought he turns me on easily. I guess I do the same for him, maybe more than the other way around. I go down on his awesome cock and it gets stuck at the entrance to my throat so I back my head off a little and suck precum out of the head while stroking his foreskin up and down the metal pipe that's become the shaft of his boner. He squirms moving his legs and ass on the seat, grunting and moaning as he runs his fingers through my hair. The scent from his nuts is crazy good, so sexy my cock gets really hard, really fast. Swallowing precum I hear Ryan grunting, "Ummm, oooh, suck my cock, boy, suck my cock. Lick it, lick my balls." I take his cock out and it wetly slides around my forehead as I lick his big nuts, then suck on one of them before running my tongue up the shaft of his boner and taking the pulsating head in my mouth again. Back to stroking his cock and slurping on it, and oh my God I love sucking a cute guy's big cock. He moans, "Aaaah, oooh fuck," and humps his hips as cum gushes into my mouth. I stroke and suck out more cum, swallowing as fast as I can. It's a nice orgasm, but his forth today so he's had much bigger ones than this one. Now Ryan's calm leaning back on the seat moaning quietly as I lick his cock getting the cum cleaned off, then lick off some cum that drooled down to his balls. He's massaging my shoulders going, "Mmmmm, so nice, Dylan. Thank you, that was very considerate of you."

I sit up wiping my mouth, then asking, "Any cum on my face, Ryan?" He reaches over and rubs my chin with the pad of his thumb, muttering, "Just your chin. I got it," then the palm of his hand runs down from my lips to my chin

for good measure. "No cum-tell secrets now," he mutters. I say, "Our sex, whatever it is, stays between us, Ryan." He nods his head, "Sure, Dylan, I don't tell Rob about it. Do you think I'm crazy?" I go, "A little, yeah." He leans against me, mumbling, "I'm crazy for you, but that's about all the crazy that's in me." I hug him, kiss his lips, and say, "Goodnight." He puts his now limp cock away and zips up, saying, "Okay, I can take a hint. I begged you for sex tonight, so it's your turn to beg me tomorrow. I need to feel wanted too, and tonight did not creates a warm feeling in me in that regard." I say, "I told you how hot I am for you, you sexy boy. It's just that when you said no to me initially I decided to take my willpower out for a test drive. How'd I do?" He says, "I wore you down, but in the end I did have to settle for getting sucked off. That's a point for me though." I go, "And a point for me for holding out and not going all the way." He kisses me, chuckling, then he mutters, "Maybe we're both a little crazy. Goodnight." I wave as he gets out, then watch him go inside. Putting the Jeep in gear, I'm thinking, 'Jesus, am I horny now. Robby's probably gonna have his way with me tonight... heh heh'. I'm adjusting my junk as I pull out onto route 114 west to drive the half mile back to our apartment. Ryan's scent still in my head, and his cum taste good too. Damn, I'm horny after that blow job for Ryan. Wonder if I could ever get off from just sucking a cute guy's cock. I'd like to try it sometime, maybe when Rob calls another threesome three-way. Then I'd have two cute guy's cock to suck. Heh heh, maybe I am oversexed.

to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com

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