DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 80
(Conclusion )
by Donny Mumford
One of the best things about Sunday mornings is lazily laying in bed, which is what I'm doing right now. It's a little after eleven o'clock as I lay here thinking about last night. I'm trying to understand what made our sex in the pickup so special, which isn't a simple task considering I can't even
articulate why it was so special. And it wasn't just me, Robby felt it was
special too. Could it be as simple as the two of us feeling nostalgia for our history in the pickup? Over the past three-plus years we've had awesome sexual encounters in that truck, especially when we first began having sex together... our puppy-love beginnings as it were. Now that pickup's being traded in for a new one, so maybe last night's deeply felt lovers sex was sort of our goodbye to the pickup and to the memories we made in that truck. Nah, that's not right because we still have the memories whether we have the pickup or not. So, maybe our special sexual experience had something to do with us knowing we're going to be separated for most of the summer, so during the remaining time we have together we tried making it extra memorable. Also, I'm thinking back to a couple of rare eerie occasions when everything between us was nearly perfect, and it was like all the stars and planets in the galaxy were aligned just right, and as a result we had amazing sex together... maybe last night was simply one of those rare occasions.
I don't know, but I've gotta believe all those things are part of the explanation, but there's more to it than that. It's like those factors plus every single thing we've ever done together from the second we met, including big breakthrough like when we first began giving each other massages in the locker room as a substitute for any kind of real intimacy, then our first kiss, plus every tiny detail of everything else we've ever done together since then. Our brains have been accumulating and banking all the data of every single bit of input from every single thing we did or said to each other until finally the sum of all those parts reached a tipping point in our brains and locked us together in love forever. I could almost hear the last combination tumbler 'click' into place when we'd finally qualified to be in a true love relationship forever. You know, like in: 'They lived happily ever after'.
I call it true love for lack of a better term. We've prematurely talked about 'true love' for more then a year now, but I feel we only reached that plateau last night. Lovers must earn the true love status and there's no short cuts. People who say they fell in love at first sight can just as easily fall out of love at second sight, but lovers like us would need to reverse all the positive lovers' vibes we've accumulated over the years before we could fall out of love. It's not something one can turn on or off, and I've also been kicking around the idea that being separated this summer will create an even stronger bond between Robby and me. It's like this: as the days we're apart continue adding up, so will the degree we miss each other and we'll experience the distinct emotion of missing each other as an intense longing. Now it's just a vague concept of, 'I'm really going to miss you'. Missing someone is one of the strongest expressions of the human spirit and it hurts, but at the same time it's a pure emotion and when Robby and I actually experience it we'll end up appreciating and loving each other more than ever. That's my latest theory anyway.
So yes, I'm now convinced we're going to do all the things Robby said we'd do when we got temporarily engaged some month's back. Realistically I'd guess we're not getting married until we graduate, and that's two years from now. That seems like a long time and occasionally it's like I can't wait to begin that journey, but there's a lot of living to be done between now and then and I don't want to wish that time away. And no, I'm not talking about cramming as much side-sex into the next two years as humanly possible. Side-sex, as well as Robby's and my sex together represents a relatively tiny part of our lives when compared to the big picture. There's only a few minutes out of the day that we're involved in the act of pure sex. They're pr ecious minutes for sure, awesome indescribable minutes of ecstasy, but still they only account for five, ten, fifteen minutes out of the 1,440 minutes in each and every day. Those other minutes deserve to be used fruitfully and happily too. That's what I meant when I say there's a lot of living to be done between now and then. Sex isn't the only enjoyable thing about life, not by a long shot. Some of us think it's the best thing about life, but there are a multitude of other pleasures too, like family, brotherly love, friendship, laughing, books, music, sports... the list of pleasurable aspects of life goes on and on.
Anyway, after all my blah, blah, blah speculating is done, the bottom line is I feel more in love with Robby and more sure of our future together than ever before. And while that's all well and good, right now I need to use some of today's minutes-without-sex to get myself ready to prepare Sunday's brunch. I'll start by getting out of bed and doing my bathroom routine, including a shower. Twenty minutes later I'm clean, dressed, and feeling good as I walk into an empty living room. Mom's bedroom door is still closed but I hear her shower running, which means she'll be ready in about an hour. Plenty of time to shop for groceries. Grabbing the extra set of key's for the moms' Volvo I'm skipping down the steps to the parking lot when my cell phone chirps. It's Robby! We exchange some soppy words of love, then both burst out laughing. I'm like, "Wow, we're going way over the top to maudlin with our mushy words of love, huh? We need to get a grip." He agrees, then tells me his father canceled their last meeting this morning, and Robby adds, "So we can head back anytime you want, boyfriend." I talk him into joining us for brunch at noon and we'll leave after that. Ya know, just hearing his voice gave me a squirmy loving feeling and I can't help but smile to myself thinking that love and happiness are a couple of awesomely cool emotions. On the way to Stop and Shop I try thinking of a better human emotion than love, but can't come up with a single thing.
At Stop & Shop I buy what I need for a potato omelet with sour cream and chives. There are eggs in that recipe but I'll do some scrambled eggs too. Also sides dishes like bacon, corn muffins, a fresh fruit dish, coffee, and orange juice. When I get back to the apartment with the groceries I put the omelet together and get it in the oven. Next the corn muffins ingredients are mixed and I'm just about to put the muffin tray in the oven when mom comes out of her bedroom looking good. She's as bright-eyed and cheery as ever, kinda petite at a few inches shorter than me and slim like me. Mom's a pretty little thing and kinda sexy too if you're into older woman. She sits at the kitchen bar drinking coffee and watching me cut up fresh fruit while telling me about the wonderful time she had with her fiancé, Bud, after work. That's his nickname... Tris' twin's nickname is, Rider. Both are really good guys. Anyway, while listening to mom I'm picking up on the fact that after the four of them had some cocktails together at the bar, the couples split up to have separate dates. Hmmm, I'm thinking that likely means carnal knowledge was involved. Then when Tris comes in, her and mom exchange grins, giggles, and knowing 'looks', which confirms my suspicion. I suppose they all have certain needs too, but I can't help wondering how old you need to be before you stop having sex? Well, the moms are thirty-seven or thirty-eight and the twin's are like twenty-nine so that's probably not old enough to be 'too old' for sex. Picturing your mom getting laid is not a cool soothing thing to think about, so I'm going to stop thinking about it right now.
The doorbell chimes and when I open the door there's Robby looking so sexy and cute I get a shiver down my spine. We do a nice kiss 'hello' and then the moms give Robby a greeting like maybe they haven't seen him for weeks instead of last night at dinner. It makes me grin seeing Robby blush and stammer his 'hellos' to the moms. Then he helps me finish getting the brunch on
the table and his help adds only about five or six minutes to my preparation time. It's a cheerful brunch with the moms being even more effervescent than usual for reasons I don't want to think about. After a successful brunch Robby and I say our goodbyes at around quarter to three. During the drive back to college we discuss the reasons we were so enamored by our pickup truck love-making last night. He says he was thinking about it too and he'd come up with a couple of the same things I considered, but in the end he likes my combination-lock-down theory, so we're sticking with that until we think of something better. Actually the more we analyze that theory the more we're a little leery and hung-up on the 'true love' in conjunction with side-sex component. It's not the first time we've had to admit 'true love' and side-sex don't seem to be compatible, so we agree the 'true love' conclusion needs an asterisk next to it for now, and we'll reevaluate the situation as soon as we again experience that special feeling we felt last night. Robby says, "I think you're closing in on something with your theory, Dylan, but it still needs some work." I laugh, "You're not helping much," and he goes, "I'm assigning the task of explaining our love affair to you and your analytical brain. As for me, I'm content to just revel in the fact we're in love." I mutter, "I've gotta do all the analysis for both of us, is that it?" He grins, shaking his head slowly because he doesn't need it analyzed...
it just is what it is. That's Robby's conviction, and he just might have something there.
As we approach the Royal Crest Apartments I get a nervous feeling in my stomach thinking about Ryan. I guess I'm wondering if this new revelation of Robby's and my official true-love status, with an asterisk, will effect how I feel about Ryan. Plus I want to know why it is that the closer we get to summer break the more apprehensive Ryan seems to get about it. Robby parks at the apartment rental office before going to our apartment. My ever-conscientious boyfriend wants to check in at the rental office to be sure we know what we need to do at the end of this year's lease. I go into the office with him and watch him put on his no-nonsense businessman persona. It soon becomes obvious to me he's wasted that persona on the slovenly dressed clerk in the office. The guy takes five minutes finding the records for our unit on the computer. Then he goes through a pile of forms on his messy desk before finally mumbling, "Ah yes, here it is. Oh man, you have no idea! There are simply too many people checking out at the same time for me to keep up with all of them. It's all you Merrimack students!" Yeah, like it's our fault, so I'm thinking, 'Yeah, pal, tell your lament to somebody who gives a shit'. He's a twenty-something year old guy who reminds me of a less attractive Norman Bates. When his back is turned to us, this Norman puts his finger in his nose. Unfortunately I'm off to the side so I see him pick his nose. That's a bit disturbing and now I have zero interest in touching the form he finally lays on the counter, saying, "It's all been taken care of by this guy," and he taps the form leaving a booger fingerprint. Robby and I exchange 'looks' of astonishment as Norman tries wiping it away, but just smears it. We both lean back away from the form as the guys say, "Um, a Jeffrey Romero handled what you guys needed to do about end of lease paper work. Any time this month you can just drop off the keys in the slot right there on the door," pointing with his booger finger. Robby mutters, "Thanks," and on the way out, he says, "I guess it's all good, but the lease was in my name so I don't think that guy knows what he's doing." I go, "Whatever. Right next to the booger fingerprint the form's stamped, 'Finalized', so fuck it."
We carry our stuff up the steps to our apartment and inside we find Chubby laying on the sofa talking on his cellphone. When he sees us he says to whoever he's talking to, "I gotta go,"and he jumps up giving Robby a quick hug, saying, "Hey, if it isn't Merrimack's MVP second baseman," and then I get a two-arm hug and a kiss, "Dylan! I missed you, bro." I rub his head, mumbling, "Me too, Chub," and Robby asks Chubby, "When did you deal with the end of lease shit?" Chubby goes, "Yesterday. You did the hard part last fall and I thought I'd take care of the easy part. We're all set to just walk away with whatever we brought with us last fall. That dork in the office is such a loser though. Do you know the miscreant I'm referring to?" I go, "Yeah, we just came from there. He has a certain Norman Bates flair about him."
Chubby laughs, "Yeah, now that you mention it, that's who he reminded me of too." I tell Chubby about the booger and he goes, "Oh fuck, that's gross. Ya know what's worse though." I mutter, "I don't wanna know what's worse." Chubby says, "No seriously, I read online a professor at some university published a paper claiming eating your boogers might be good for you." I yell, "Stop it!" and he laughs, "This guy's a biochemist and he claims boogers may help introduce pathogens to your immune system resulting in the build-up of natural defenses." Robby looks at me, asking, "Can't you control him at all?" and we all have to laugh at the booger humor. It's like 'fart humor', while it's disgusting, ya can't help but laugh. Laughingly Chubby's insisting he's only reporting the latest scientific news. When we've put our stuff away, the three of us drive to Merrimack's campus to see what's up there. It's a nice days so we walk around smacking hands or bumping fist with students we know and occasionally stopping to shoot the shit with the more interesting acquaintances. In the quad we get Cokes and hear about an end-of-semester mixer at one of the frat houses, but for the moment we're not interested.
While drinking our Cokes of course we're all on our cell phones. I text Ryan and he text back that he stayed at Felix Jonnas' place last night and he's still there. Robby sees my text, and mumbles, "Tell him we're doing a review for tomorrows exam. Seven o'clock tonight." I text that and Ryan says he'll see us then. On our way out of the quad Chubby grabs John Beverly's arm as he's walking by, saying, "Yo, we need to discuss that little matter about the girls." We all exchange, "Whassup?" with John Beverly and then Chubby says to Robby and me, "I'll check you guys out later and, um, I'll get a ride back to the apartment with somebody and you probably shouldn't count on me for dinner." Then he squeezes my hand, saying, "See ya later, bro." Those two go back into the quad talking about whatever they're up to. A little later Robby and I are smoking cigarettes sitting on the steps when Danny Monday shows up and does the one arm hug and pat on the chest with both of us, then Robby tells him about tonight's review session. I've watched these two interact for a couple of months now and if I didn't know they were gay I'd never give a thought that they were. Robby and Danny talk about the team's break-up dinner, and then the awards dinner two nights later. Two separate affairs and then there are private team parties thrown by a couple of the captains. I say, "You guys are gonna be partying all week." Danny mumbles, "Yeah, but I'll be doing very little drinking. I mean, we gotta go to the team's functions but this also happens to be the most important week of the year with final exams." Robby shrugs, "Yeah it is kind of a dumb week for all these dinners and parties, but like you said, we have to attend the team stuff. It's fucked-up because the season started so late this year. The baseball schedule usually begins and ends three weeks earlier." We wander around discussing why baseball season was delayed this year, and at the same time we're sort of saying goodbye to the campus until next year. Later the three of us have dinner at Fuddruckers with Danny and Robby on one side of the table and me on the other side. I'm looking at them thinking how cool it is they have identical haircuts, compliments of me. They see me smirking and Danny asks, "What?" and I go, "Oh nothing, just looking at your's and Rob's identical flat tops." Danny shrugs, "I don't even think about it anymore. But yeah, this haircut's cool, don't you think, Rob?" Robby goes, "Yeah I do," and raises his glass of Coke, saying, "A toast to the world's best barber." They tap glasses as I'm shaking my head, mumbling, "Oh please..."
After dinner, back at the apartment complex we see Ryan waiting for us. We all go inside the back door where the three of us give Ryan a quick kiss 'hello', as we're in the habit of doing. Then in the hall upstairs, Danny says, "I didn't get a chance to do this on campus," and he gives me and Robby a kiss. It might be my imagination but it seemed to me that Danny put a little extra into my kiss. I look at him with a questioning expression, so he says, "What, the kiss? Sorry if I put too much umpth in it." He puts his arm across my shoulders hugging me against his side and looks at me as he's saying, "But you and me are tight, right? I mean, we're almost like brothers now that we have the same boyfriend." That makes zero sense, but he seems uber friendly and sincere while saying it, so I smile and mumble, "Yeah, I guess so, bro." Then I glance over and see Ryan glaring at me. Inside our apartment Robby's getting out the review material so I go over to Ryan and nudge him, quietly asking, "Are you mad at me, or something?" He shakes his head, "No, I'm not mad. It's just that this is our last full week before the summer break and I've got a lot on my mind. There are things I want to tell you, but not now." I raise my eyebrows giving him a 'look' and he chuckles, "It's nothing really bad, Dylan, don't worry, and anyway you know damn well I'm gonna take good care of you this summer. It's just that we ought to get started this week. Get a head start." I shrug, "Get a head start on what?" He goes, "I already told you, not now! I'll tell ya later when we're alone." Jeez, Ryan's a little testy tonight.
Robby calls us over and we do a half hour review for tomorrows final and when it's over we're giving each other high fives because we know this shit cold. Danny talks Robby into checking out the mixer we heard about at the quad. They say they're only going to have a beer or two. Naturally they try talking Ryan and me into going with them, but I just don't feel like it. First of all I don't especially like the taste of beer. I usually don't drink one beer unless I'm going to drink many more after the first one to get a little high. There are exceptions to that of course, like peer pressure, but tonight's not one of the exceptions. They leave and now Ryan and I are alone. I look at him while shrugging; like, what are we gonna do now? He grins, then holds my face between his hands and gives me one of his special kisses which gets my penis hard. Ryan sees the pup tent in my lap and pats my boner, then holds his hand on it a second, saying, "Glad I still turn you on," then he gives my hard dick a squeeze, mumbling, "Lets have a cigarette." I gulp nodding my head too fast like a dork, then follow him out on the balcony. The way he blatantly acted like he can do anything he wants with my pecker got me feeling a tad submissive, and I guess he can do anything he wants with my pecker so I get another touch of submissiveness. I bump against him with desire in my eyes and he gives me a hug, mumbling, "Not right now, baby." We light cigarettes as Ryan goes, "Okay, um, what I meant by getting a head start, um, it has to do mostly with me being in-charge. Ah, lets see. Well, like I told you awhile back my parents weren't exactly thrilled when I told them I'm gay. As you also know I worked it out with them okay, but they're still less than thrilled about it. Anyway, I'm thinking by me being in charge of us it'll help not only you, but me too. It'll demonstrate to my dad that being gay doesn't mean I'm girlie or wishy-washy or a pushover." I huff, "Well, I've no intention of being any of those things either,
plus I told you already, Ryan, I don't need any help avoiding some dominant asshole." I don't add, 'Like you did'.
Ryan holds his hand up, "Okay, okay... you don't think you do, but it won't hurt to be a little submissive to me, will it? I mean, you're already the 'sub' part of our sub/dom sex, right?" I go, "Sure, and that's fine to a degree, but my goal this summer is to gain a little maturity. Like I told you, me being away from home and dealing with a whole new set of circumstances will likely help me with the maturity thing." He nods, "Fine, but you agreed that I'll be in-charge, so we're still on the same page. You get more mature, which ain't a bad idea by the way, and I show my father I can be decisive and authoritarian too. Anyway, both mom and dad said if you're going to be spending time with our family it'll be my responsibility to make sure you fit in seamlessly." I go, "You mean making sure I don't steal the silver wear or take a piss on the front lawn?" He shakes his head, "No, of course not, don't be a smart ass. It means I need to be the one who sees you get to church with us and generally, you know, fit in like I do. I told them it'll be like having two of me." I have to laugh which makes Ryan blush. I guess he blushed because what he said was kinda insulting to me and, well, it was stupid. He whines, "Goddammit, Dylan, it sounds creepier than it is. I shouldn't even have brought it up... I'm sorry. Of course you know how to act, probably better than me. They'll be saying they want two of you rather than two of me." I give him a hug, "Guess what you're doing, Ryan? It's what I do all the time, you're over thinking this." He looks confused and embarrassed, so I feel sorry for him. "It'll be find, Ryan. I like that you'll be in-charge, dude, so lighten up and don't worry about it." He goes, "Really?" and I'm like, "Yeah, really." He nods his head, "You're right, it'll be okay. I still think it wouldn't do any harm getting in the right frame of mind this week though. See how we do with me in-charge." I say, "Whatever, but there's not much for you to be in charge of." He rubs my head, "The haircut was a good start, don'cha think?" I go, "Well, if you mean did it put me in my place so to speak, yeah it did." He smiles, "You're awesome, Dylan." We hold our cigarettes out to the side while we have a hot kiss getting my pecker's attention again. Okay, it's good to know I've still got the hots for him, especially considering he'll be the only person I know for ten weeks this summer
Finishing our cigarettes, I ask, "Okay, mister boss-in-charge, what are we gonna do now?" He says, "You're gonna get in your bedroom and strip naked, that's what you're gonna do," and he smacks my ass, adding, "Now!" and I go, "Oooh, yeah, that's cool, mister boss man." As we're walking down the hall, I'm thinking, 'Yeah, definitely an asterisk is needed for my theory of the true love designation'. In my bedroom I get undressed while Ryan's taking a piss. Standing at the foot of the bed naked I watch him come out of the bathroom drying his hands, then he hands me the towel, "Take care of this for me, okay?" I suppress a grin feeling a tingling on my dick. Ryan's doing his dominant part pretty good and while it doesn't get me hot and sexy the same way Robby does, it gets me aroused in a different way. I walk over and toss the towel into the bathroom and when I turn around Ryan's got his big dick hanging out of his fly. He smiles wiggling his finger for me to come over to him. So now I'm standing naked in front of Ryan definitely in the mood for some sub/dom sex. Actually, while last night's fresh in my mind I'm anxious to compare our sub/dom sex with sex in the pickup last night with Robby. Research, ya know. Ryan rubs my head with both hands, then drags his hands down the sides of my head and across my shoulders, then down the outside of my arms. His hands feel good on my body as I stare at his face. The overhead ceiling light shines off his little round, out-of-style glasses. His short, soft-looking curly sparse whiskers look sexy although there are no whiskers on his pink cheeks yet, just along his jaw a little, some at the bottom of his chin, and a wispy mustache. As far as I'm concerned his beginning-beard is cute and sexy.
Ryan's hands squeeze my bare butt cheeks as he mutters, "Gee, your body is beautiful, Dylan. I never get tired of looking at it. The weight lifting has improved your already hot bod'." I go, "Look who's talking, you're body's awesome, Ryan." He shrugs, "Thanks, but I wish I was bigger, ya know. You're two or three inches taller than me with wider shoulders and bigger, um, bigger everything. I'm jealous." I smirk, "Not bigger everything, Ryan," and he grins, "Yeah, at least I got that going for me," and he picks up his limp dick and stretches it out, asking, "Ya wanna suck on this little dick of mine?" I do the too fast head nod, pissed-off at myself as I'm doing it. That's a habit I'm going to break! I feel like such a dork when I do that but it seems to happen on it's own. It's become an involuntary response like my shoulders shuddering when I'm sexually aroused, or me smelling the back of my hand and wrist. With the tip of his finger he flips my nip ring up, telling me, "I'm getting one of these this summer, and a little tattoo." I mumble, "You wild and crazy guy you. Nip rings hurt like a motherfucker, just so ya know." With a grin on his lips, he puts his hands on my shoulders pressing down slightly, so I drop to my knees picking up his dick, then unbutton his pants, opening up the zipper area so I can pull his balls out through his boxer short's fly. Ryan rubs my head, probably to remind me of my fucked-up haircut, and that does give me more of a submissive feeling. This is so very different from Robby's and my sex last night, but there's definitely a place for this kind of sub/dom sex too. Not the doggie collar version anymore, but this more subtle version that still gets me hot.
Licking his balls I notice a very clean Ryan-scent making me think he took a shower at Felix's before meeting us for the review earlier. Mmmm, nice scent and a nice set of big balls inside Ryan's pinkish scrotum sack. It's mostly hairless which is kinda nice too. As I cover his nuts with a thin coating of saliva Ryan's moving the head of his cock around my face. A nice dominant touch except there's a drip of urine left over from his piss and that's smearing around my face and it's getting a bit annoying so I take his cock from his fingers and suck on the head. Yeah, a quick taste of piss, as he goes, "Aaaah, uuum." I'm sucking his cock into my mouth inch by inch with it firming up fairly fast. Ryan rubs my head again, saying, "Your mouth feels good on my dick, babe, but listen up there's something new. I'm making it routine that whenever you suck my cock you take it in your throat every time and occasionally I'll cum in your mouth before fucking you. That way I can fuck you longer after just having an orgasm, fuck you longer the way we both like it." My eyes go up to his as the head of his cock bumps the gag reflex area of my throat. He looks down at me nodding his head, "Yes, like I said, in your throat." I managed to accomplish that with Ryan only once or twice in the early days when we had such heat for each other it was almost frightening. I still have the hots for him, although I still can't pinpoint exactly why, and it's not the hots like in days gone by, so I don't know if I can take this monster cock of his in my throat now. At the moment my mouth is so full talking this through with him isn't an option.
By now both out cocks are fairly hard. Sucking a cute guy's cock has always given me a boner. In fact, when I was being introduced to gay sex by the un-cute fat Carl, I'd get a boner sucking his cock too. Like I said, he wasn't cute at all, but I was just coming into my submissiveness and he knew how to exploit it. Now I wouldn't even consider sucking his cock, the hell with that, and the very thought of him is repugnant. Not so with Ryan's cock though, so when he puts a hand on both sides of my head, the palms of his hands on my ears and his fingers partially around the back of my head, I figure I'll give it a try 'cause it doesn't look like I've got a choice anyway. Ryan humps his hips pushing the head right on the gag area and I'm gagging and struggling with sweat breaking out on my forehead. I can feel my face getting red as Ryan murmurs, "Easy, Dylan," and he pulls my head forward so the fat head of his cock slides very tightly into my throat bulging my throat out just under my chin. "You're doing good, baby," and he leans towards my face while pulling my head towards him. His cock is forced down my throat as tears roll down my cheeks with me gagging and trying to pull my head back. Ryan's biceps bulge and he's simply too strong for me. Slowly my face moves towards his boxer shorts as his hard cock goes down my throat. Constantly gagging I stare at the approaching pubic hairs sticking out through the slit of his underwear. My Adam's apple stretches my neck out with the skin tight and then my nose is inside the opening of his boxer shorts surrounded by his pubic hairs.
I can't breath and even though I feel like I'm going to hurl from gagging there's no place for vomit to go, not with his giant tree trunk blocking my throat. He begins pulling my head off his boner inch by inch and then finally the head of his cock is on my tongue with air rushing into my lungs. Huge inhale from me as his cock's slides out of my mouth. It's an extremely hard boner shiny with saliva, I'm gasping for breath, saliva rolling down my chin. Ryan's still holding my head with both hands as he says, "Pick my cock up and put it on your tongue." In a bit of a trance, I hesitantly do that as I'm still gasping for oxygen, he says, "Once more," and he does it all over again with my stress and discomfort level exactly like it was the first time. I survive the second throat fucking, again gasping for air and now feeling dizzy, but I look down and see my cock is so hard it's sticking straight out, six inches of super hard penis and I realize I'm in a deep submissive trance by now, totally dominated and liking the feeling. I've got heavy eyelids and a dreaminess I haven't experienced for awhile. It feels so good and all the unpleasantness is forgotten. In a submissive fog, I gaze up at him as he holds his hard boner in his fist with a long drool of watery precum hanging precariously off the head. He nods toward it and in a dream-like trance I move my head over to his cock and slurp off the precum.
Ryan murmurs, "Good boy," and pulls on the back of my neck so I fall forward towards him on my hands and knees, thinking, 'doggy style fuck'. He pulls a tube of lubricant from his pocket and hands it too me saying something but his voice seemingly comes from so far away I can't hear him. I submissively nod my head anyway. Squeezing lube on my fingers I fist his boner twisting my fist up and down the shaft spreading the lube, and then a big blob on the head of his cock. Lastly I spread a blob on my asshole and poke a finger inside. Ryan twirls his finger and I walk on my hands and knees in a half circle so my ass is now facing him. He grabs my hips and presses the head of his cock against my asshole forcing it in, and I go, "Aaaarr, ooh," arching my back, but it feels good too and the lube helped a lot. My anus is stretched almost to it's limit though, so I'm squirming on my hands and knees groaning until, "SMACK!" rings out and my left butt cheeks stings. I settle down, and for the next minute or so experience a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure until I can't tell the difference as his large cock tightly is forced up my ass until Ryan's laying against my buttock rubbing my shoulders, murmuring, "Wow, this feels so good, Dylan. Oh man, that deep throating got me so fucking hot." I can hear him now so I've lost the intense submissiveness I had from the deep throating. It's becoming more and more obvious to me that my submissive trances don't last as long as they used to and I kinda miss my old ones. I'd hate to think I'll lose the trances all together some time in the future.
He lets my rectum adjust and by now we both know my well trained rectum won't take very long getting used to his big boner. As my rectum begins accommodating this latest intrusion the pain fades and is slowly replaced with pleasure. What a brilliant move on nature's part to make the prostate and anus the grand canyons of nerve endings. Uncountable nerve endings crammed full of pleasure sensations waiting to be properly stimulated, and a cock like Ryan's is an amazing stimulator. He notices my body relax as the pain leaves and he rubs my back, murmuring, "Good boy," then pulls his long cock back as I shudder from the fabulous vibrations off my prostate and the almost itchy feeling all around the lips of my asshole. The lube's slipperiness causes Ryan to miscalculate his withdrawal and the head of his boner slips completely out of my distended asshole. "SMACK!" rings out as my butt cheek quivers and stings, "Work with me here a little, Dylan, tighten your sphincter muscle when I'm backing out, "SMACK!", "Okay, babe?" I go, "Absolutely, my fault," and the head of his boner barges in past my sphincter again. This time Ryan pushes his hard boner all the way in until the metal zipper of his fly is pressed tightly against my buttocks, and I groan as the pain returns, then quickly fades. With his cock fully impaling me, Ryan leans down and reaches under to stroke my boner. Three strokes pulling the foreskin back tight, and then moving it forward as he's again withdrawing his cock and then immediately slides it tightly back up my ass. Precum drool out of my cock as I moan, "Ooooh, mmm, ooh Ryan, yeaaah." A half dozen additional tight strokes on my boner, the side of his fist hitting my nuts as he pulls it back. I'm moving my body, swaying with the sensations coming off my cock and rectum, "Ooooh, umm, umm, Ryaaaan, feels sooo good." He begins stroking my boner tightly while fucking my ass. "Oh, aah, Ryan, aah, aah." Letting go of my iron-hard boner, he grips my hips and start a hard fast fucking of my ass that has me immediately groaning and moaning and slipping back into submission. Then a hand comes off my hip and he smacks my ass, "SMACK! SMACK!" and my butt cheek's on fire. Another "SMACK!" with his large boner moving in and back, in and back, "SMACK!" and my back arching with so many pleasure sensations exploding in my rectum I don't even think of complaining about the smacks on my red stinging ass.
Ryan's humping his cock up my ass so hard I move forward a little with each thrusts and soon I'm walking unsteadily on all fours with him continuing to fuck my ass and smack it. I'm like, "Oooh," "SMACK!" "Ow, ooh, ooh," "SMACK!" "Ooh, umm, mmm, yes, Ryan, fuck me", "SMACK!" "Aaaah, oooh," with me continuing awkwardly to walk slowly on my hands and knees. My boner hardly moves it's so hard and tight with little sprays of precum after every smack on my ass. Inside my hard nuts I can sense my orgasm really getting close to blowing spunk up and out my granite-hard cock. Ryan puts both his hands on my forehead pulling my head back to stop me from moving forward. Stationary now he humps his cock up my ass, gasping himself now. He's pulls my head back so hard I find myself lifting up off my hands so Ryan's boner is driving straight up my ass now as his hips move steadily pushing his boner authoritatively back and forth in my electrified rectum. My cock points straight out from me so hard it's quivering with the pee slit gapingly opening, then closing... it's ready to fire off. The sensations are like one ginormous tease of my impending climax and then my body jerks and gets stiff as I squeal with cum shooting straight out, a long string of creamy spunk that has me trembling with anticipation of another tantalizing shot of cum. Ryan gasps, humping against my buttocks while ejaculating his cum, saturating my bowels with creamy semen and I feel his whole body against mine shuddering, my body stiff as a board as more streaks of cum fly from my cock. Ryan's hugging my head against his chest still humping against me shooting his load inside me. I see dots of light as I go limp with orgasmic remnants sizzling and whirling around my groin and my cock's head buzzing like a vibrator. Ryan lays limply against me, only loosely hugging my head now. I drop back down on my hands as my legs slowly slide back until I'm laying flat on the throw rug feeling weak but wonderful. It's the way I always feel after being fucked really well.
With Ryan's cock still up my ass he lays on me completely still, his heart beating fast against my back. Then I hear his deep sigh as he's gets on his knees withdrawing his long, quickly softening cock. Standing he holds a hand down to me, so I take his hand and pull myself up. Without either of us saying anything Ryan gets his arm around the back of my waist and walks me into the bathroom. His cum runs down the back of my legs as we get in the shower and he turns on the water. It's wicked cold at first so we cling to each other shivering until the water heats up. Then, still without talking, we wash each other. The last bit of washing I do is on his dick, and then he spends extra time cleaning my ass and the back of my legs. I'm trying to decide if I'm still in a submissive mood, and conclude, yeah, I am a little bit. That's to be expected after being fucked dominantly the way Ryan just did. It's so different from the sex with Robby last night, but with both of then I had big satisfying climaxes. I'd rather not choose, but if I had to it would be Robby's sex over Ryan's. I love Robby so deeply our sex just seems more meaningful, but Ryan and me have feelings for each other too, so with him it's a step above regular buddy sex, and a step or two below Robby's and my sex. I think I'll keep this evaluation to myself though because who rates sex acts except me, but fuck it, sex is my hobby. Would I turn down sex with either of them? Not likely at this point, but time has a way of clarifying things, so I'll see how it goes over time.
Ryan finally says something as he turns off the water, "Jeez, Dylan, I gotta tell you, the realization I'm going to have sex like this with you all summer is like a fantasy come true for me." We're out of the shower stall when he hugs his wet naked body to mine, murmuring, "This summer is going to be soooo awesome, isn't it?" I say, "Uh huh, you fuck okay," and he does a playful smack on my ass, "Okay? Just okay? That hurts my feelings." I mumble, "I don't want to give you a big head, Ryan. If I told you how hot your fucking is you might start easing off and I want you striving to be even hotter and sexier." He lets go of me, "Okay, you agree I fuck you hot and sexy. Good, I feel better now," and he passes me a clean towel from the pile on the shelf. Without thinking, I start drying him and he goes, "Yes! My submissive boyfriend knows his place." I chuckle throwing the towel at him, "Dry yourself," as I take another towel and now we're drying ourselves with Ryan grinning, then asking, "Did you think I expected you to dry me?" I go, "No, I was being nice until you dropped that submissive bomb on me." He whines, "That's the whole idea," and I go, "That's your whole idea, mine is to be more mature and drying you isn't a step in that direction." As we walk into the bedroom, he goes, "We'll work it out so we're both happy."
We get dressed, grab a Snapple from the refrigerator and go out on the balcony for a cigarette. I take a drag, and as the smoke drifts out of my mouth, I go, "Let me ask you something. Um, why are you getting more uptight the closer we get to the summer break?" He frowns, "I'm not uptight, it's just that, um, I want to be sure you know some things about what's expected of me, you know, what my folks expect of me when I'm home and, well, one of those things will be making sure, more of less, you do what I do. My parents take parenting seriously. They're, um, serious people and it's sort of a 'yes sir,' 'yes ma'am' kind of thing when we're interacting with them. But there's not a lot of interacting, so it's not a big deal." I blow exhaled smoke his way, saying, "You led me to believe your parents doted on you and spoiled you. You said they think you can do no wrong and I was sorta looking forward to that appraisal of me too." He shrugs, "They mostly spoil me monetarily buying me stuff like my car, but I can't imagine they'd buy you anything. And it's not like dad and me go to ballgames together or anything like that. He's the parent and I'm the kid, we're not like buddies." Teasing him a little about the serious parenting comment, I ask, "Did they come to your baseball games to watch you play in high school? You were a starter, right?" He nods his head, mumbling, "I started some games, but my size was a handicap and I wasn't nearly as strong as I am now after all the weight lifting I've been doing." I ask, "Yeah, but how about your parents, did they show up at games to watch you play?" He shakes his head, "No, they're too busy to do that. My dad didn't get to be head of that big facility in Georgia watching me play baseball. He works long hours and my mom's involved in organizing charity stuff, and I don't know what else she does. Um, she organizes stuff for the wives of the managers working for my dad too, like theater nights and lunches and stuff like that. Another thing is, um, we're not what you'd call a demonstratively, overly affection family." Good, I don't want his mother pawing me or getting some awkward hug from his old man.
Flicking my cigarette butt off my chest, then kicking at it, I ask, "Okay, what's the worst I can expect from your parents?" He says, "There isn't any 'worst', Dylan. They're my parents, a little more serious than most, but they're not monsters, they're serious parents, but why focus on them? Some nights we'll eat dinner with them and on Sunday it's an hour at church. Mostly we'll be on the job, or on our own." I nod, still in a teasing mood, "Uh huh, but a few days ago you said something about farm chores. What's that all about?" He's getting irritated, "You said the word 'chores' reminded you of a farm, not me. I didn't say anything about a farm! Our house is about as far from a farm as you can get. The chores I already told you about. Take the trash out, cut the grass once a week, keep our room neat, normal shit like that." I ask, "So we're sleeping together, right?" He goes, "I'm hopeful of that, yes." I'm like, "Ah ha, you're hopeful, huh? That's not the answer you gave me last week. You said it was all set." He mutters, "They're thinking about it. I'm going to nag for it, you can be sure of that." I go, "Uh huh, what kind of punishment do your folks give you when you're a naughty boy?" He says, "They've never laid a hand on me. It's like, go to your room, or no computer this weekend and bull shit like that. They're basically normal, Dylan. Well, except for the 'yes, sir' nonsense. Both mom and dad were born and raised in the south. Getting promoted back to the south was both their dreams."
Nothing sounds too bad, except I get the feeling he's not telling me everything. Oh well, if he's painted an accurate picture of what I can expect, it's just 'bad' enough that it'll be a challenge putting up with it. A different environment is what I need if I going to have a true test of putting my big boy pants on and dealing with it. Deal with it like a young adult instead of an immature smart ass kid which is sometimes how I act. This is all about self improvement! I'm not doing this to have a fun time, although getting fucked regularly like Ryan did a little while ago isn't something I'd turn my nose up at either. I like sleeping with a guy I like too, but if I turns out we can't sleep together I haven't lost anything because I wouldn't be sleeping with anyone this summer in Framingham either. And, what the hell, Ryan can be in-charge all he wants because he's my only ally for most of the summer.
Ryan's been frowning a little as I'm thinking my thoughts, but now he comes over and puts his arm around my waist hugging me, "It'll be much better than you think, babe. The stuff we've been talking about is the bad stuff, and how bad is it? It's nothing really, just good manners and I'll be your guide. I'm making it my priority to see that you don't feel uncomfortable and that nothing embarrassing ever happens. That's the in-charge part. I'll fill you in before any situation arises so you'll know as much as I do." He's
seems so sincere I bite my bottom lip to keep from grinning at his seriousness. I've been mostly teasing him about all this crap. Then, to continue teasing, I say, "Are you under the impression I have bad manners?" Shaking his head, "No, of course not. I'm saying be yourself. Oh fuck, it's me that's making a mountain out of a molehill. We'll play it by ear," and with that Robby comes in the apartment smiling, and joins us on the balcony.
He gives us both a kiss with booze on his breath, asking, "What are you two talking about so seriously?" Ryan says, "Nothing, just a little about this summer." Robby goes, "This summer, huh?" and squeezes the back of Ryan's neck so hard Ryan's hunching his shoulders, "Ooow, what the fuck, Rob?" Robby goes, "Oh nothing, just that you better make my boyfriend happy down there and I don't mean screwing him around the clock. I mean when I talk to Dylan he better sound happy or I'll come down there, maybe I'll bring Jeff, and we'll take Dylan home. That's after we rearrange your teeth." I go, "Robby!" and Ryan wiggles out of Robby's grip, shouting, "What the fuck's wrong with you, Rob? Dylan can leave anytime he wants to leave. You won't need to rearrange anything." Robby grins, "Fine, I'm just saying..." I try to lighten things up by putting my arms around Robby, saying, "You're my hero," then to Ryan, "You heard him, Ryan, Rob's my man and he'll kick your ass if you're not nice to me." Ryan says, "Oh brother, it's getting deep in here, and time for me to leave." He has those wet eyes he gets sometimes when his feelings get hurt. Robby mutters, "What, was it something I said?" slurring the word 'something' into 'slumping'. I grab Ryan's arm, telling Robby, "Be nice! Ryan's our friend. You need to apologize to him. That was not cool." Robby shrugs, "Jesus, I'm just trying to kid around here. Ya take everything so seriously," sounding like, 'sheshaly'. I give him a look, and he chuckles, saying to Ryan, "Best if you remember what I said." Then, abruptly he hugs Ryan, "I'm sorry, Ryan. Blame it on the booze. We did four shots and beers, then just beers. I can't drink for shit, you know that." Ryan's frowning and pouting now, not unlike I've been known to do myself.
Ryan stays another awkward ten minutes and then takes off when Chubby comes bouncing in. I walk Ryan to the door while Chubby gets Robby laughing describing some nonsense he got involved in tonight. I go, "Wait a second, Ryan, you know Rob can't drink. He even knows it." Ryan goes, "He seemed serious. He was serious! The booze let his true feelings come out. He hates that you'll be with me for a part of the summer. He's jealous." I go, "Shhh, we still need to get through this week working as a team, doing the reviews and all. Look, can't you forget it ever happened? Rob will be fine in the morning and he probably won't even remember it. And it was kind of nothing anyway." He kisses me quickly, saying, "Yeah, I know my fucking feelings get hurt too easily. I love you, Dylan. We'll have fun this summer together, you'll see." After another quick kiss he's out the door. I feel bad I teased him so much. That boy's feelings get hurt even easier than mine.
I go back out on the balcony where Chubby says, "Rob's right, bro, if there's the slightest problem in Georgia we'll be there in a flash." I shrug, "Thanks, but what kinda trouble could there be?" Robby says, "This fucking mess is all my fault anyway. I took pity on Danny's situation and over did it." Chubby asks, "How's that, Rob?" and Robby explains about Danny's parents filing for divorce, but neither of them will leave the house because that's considered deserting the home. It's all about the money in their divorce settlement. It'd be a very uncomfortable environment for Danny with his parents co-habituating without talking to each other, which is why the parents
agreed Danny should get an apartment until it's settled at home. I say, "It's not all your fault at all, Rob. You maybe started the ball rolling and I got jealous about Danny living with you, and that's when I agreed to work for Ryan. But I really do think it'll be good for me to get away and grow-up some, although naturally I'd rather take the easy way out if it was possible, which now it isn't." Robby goes, "Yeah, Seth has your spot on the grass cutting crew until August, and you're too deep into the Georgia thing to back out of it at this late hour in any case." We talk some more about it with Chubby saying, "I agreed the experience might be beneficial to you, Dylan, but mostly I agreed because I thought it's what you wanted, and I like you getting what you want. I can't even make myself think about you not being by my side at work, and not hooking up with you outside of work. Knowing your not sleeping in the condo under mine, um, it's just going to be hard, bro." We hug tightly swaying, then Robby makes it a three way hug and we all get a little emotional. No boo-hooing, but some tears. Those two have been drinking so they have an excuse for their tears, but what about me, what's my excuse?
The next week is a blur, although Robby and I have awesome lovers sex just about every day. The exception being when he got smashed at the baseball team's awards dinner. Ryan and I have sub/dom sex every day at least once too, and a couple of times twice. The sex was super fine all week in all instances. Other than our reviews and taking finals together, Robby was pretty much tied up with baseball related parties or some kind of activities. We usually have the aforementioned lovers sex in bed before sleep. After Monday's final exam we're all high-fiving each other because we know we did really well, even thinking an 'A' is a possibility. There's a little tension between Robby and Ryan, but it nothing major.
Danny, Robby, Ryan, and me do our review for the other two exams, and after taking the tests we're positive we did really well in one, and okay in the other. On Tuesday Ryan, his roommate Freddie, and I spent the day in Boston, mostly in the MFA. Freddie's interested in art so we toured the Boston Museum Of Fine Arts. A laborious task for me, especially because Freddie provided a narrative for most of the works of art. He knows an amazing amount about the subject, but I thought my brain would come out my ears by the time we left. Our other free day was Thursday and we slept late and then got involved in a softball game with Ryan showing off some good moves around third base, and getting three hits. I was impressed. There was beer drinking at Tracy's where I got to say goodbye to a lot of guys, but I didn't get that last fuck from Tracy because Ryan was like gum on my shoe. Yeah, but like Tracy told me, there's always next fall.
At the end of the week it was suppose to be my weekend with Chubby, but Robby wanted to spend it with me too, so we were the three musketeers Saturday and Sunday for the most past. Chubby and I had some time together after drinking too much the Saturday night the three of us had dinner at our Italian restaurant. Robby went home and then in Chubby's disheveled bedroom, he and I got overly emotional about not seeing each other for weeks. Lots of hugging, kissing and reminiscing before we both fell asleep on top of his bed in our clothes. It was a somber brunch the next morning with me trying to overcome a massive hangover and act cheerful at the same time. Then when Robby showed up to drive me back to Merrimack for our final exam tomorrow, the moms, Chubby, and me get into another hugging, kissing, and crying huddle that Robby joined in on making me feel loved, but feeling like a shit too for causing all this fuss. Robby and I finally break away and begin our drive back to college, the last time we'd do it as sophomores. I'm totally wiped-out emotionally and every other way so I slept most of the drive to North Andover. The apartment looked bare because Chubby had already taken all our electronic stuff home in the Jeep Friday night, so there wasn't much to do. I took a nap and then four of us, Danny, Ryan, Robby, and me had a goodbye-to-sophomore-year dinner Sunday night. No drinking involved at all, and thank God for that. We did an abbreviated review for out final final exam tomorrow and Robby and I were in bed before nine o'clock. We woke up early Monday morning with Robby and I almost duplicating the pick-up fuck of a week ago and then we lay together naked for an hour afterwards.
Finally Robby murmurs, "I've cried all my tears, Dylan, I've got no more, but I'll just say this. Not to make you feel bad, but life the next ten weeks for me will be hollow without you. I'll go through the motions as best I can, but there'll be a calendar in my head crossing off each day until we're together again, and then we're never going to be apart this long ever again." Well I've got a tear left and it rolls down my cheek when I quietly ask, "Will you sing the country song to me, Robby? Our country song." I love his voice anyway, but his singing voice is so pure, and that's true even with the corny country twang he adds to it like Dwight Yoakum has when he sings his song. Our heads share a pillow facing each other as he sings, "I pay rent on a run down place," making two syllables out of the last word of most lines, "There ain't no view but there's lots of space, in my heart... the heart that you own. I pay the rent right on time, pay every single dime, for my heart, the heart that you own..." He sings every verse and we end up tearing-up again. It's so sweet because he's so sweet. Then with tears running down our faces, belying Robby's claim of no more tears, we sing the song together and get to laughing when I screw up the words. Unable to delay getting up any longer we get up and shower together, then meet Danny and Ryan for the last official act of sophomore year. The final final. We meet on the steps afterwards, Ryan coming out last, and the three of us stand here like we don't know what to do next.
Robby finally gets it together, and says, "This is it, boys. Okay, Danny, get your shit together and I'll pick you up in an hour. Dylan's already got his shit together, so Ryan you can pick him up whenever you're ready. Group hug," and the four of us hug, our faces rubbing together. Four gay guys hugging before going home with the wrong partners. After the hug there's some sniffles and averted eyes as I walk off with Robby, and the other two split up for their different dorms. Robby and I are quiet as we have a last smoke on the balcony, then I help him load his stuff into the pickup. We do a final hug with words of love for each other. Finally, he puts his hand on my cheek, murmuring, "Do not forget how much I love you, Dylan," then he gets in his pickup and I watch his pickup drive away with Robby wiping his eyes. I think I really am cried out by now as I watch the pickup, the one I'll never see again disappear because he and Danny will soon be driving a brand new one. Going up the stairs slowly and then walking aimlessly around the apartment, which I'll also never see again either because we're assigned a different unit every year. Sitting on the sofa unconsciously smelling the back of my wrist, I hear the door bell and there's Ryan with half a grin, saying, "I guess this is it for real, Dylan." He looks around, asking, "Hey, I told you to have the barber things out." I mumble, "Sorry, I forgot," and go get the toiletry kit with all the barber stuff.
As I'm laying it out on the kitchen bar, he says, "Me first. See if you can replicate that preppy haircut I came back from spring break with. My dad really liked that haircut I got at Joe's barbershop in town." Neither of us are in the mood for the shampoo part, so Ryan takes his shirt off and I give him a short tapered haircut with a part on the left side and a little goofy pompadour the way he wants it in front. Switching places Ryan does the same ridiculously short haircut for me he did last time including using the bare clippers at the top crown part of my head. He shows me a little pity by not extending the bare clippers past the crown like he did last time. Standing up and brushing hair clippings off my arms I feel scalped and embarrassed because of it, but Ryan's right about one thing, I definitely feel put in my place and submissive. He says, "Clean up in here, then load your stuff in the back seat of the Mini." As I'm doing that he smokes a cigarette on the balcony, his hands looking a little jittery. I double check the apartment to make sure I have everything, then join him on the balcony, "I'm ready to go, Ryan." He steps on his cigarette butt, then says, "Sit down right there, Dylan. No, not the chaise lounge, in the chair right in front of me that I pointed at." I shrug and sit there looking at him. He says, "I've got some other rules you need to hear, and that you'll need to follow." Frowning at him, feeling I'm at his mercy my fingers rub over my scalped, sandpaper-feeling hair, he begins telling me the rules I'll need to follow...
The end of 'Dylan's Sophomore Year'
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