DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 9
by Donny Mumford
After dropping Ryan off at his dorm I'm driving back to the apartment thinking that I don't need to worry about my willpower anymore. Not where side sex is concerned anyway. I've got that conquered as I've proven tonight. The
willpower I've shown in turning down side-sex was pretty damn impressive even if I do say so myself. Ryan was basically begging me to let him fuck me in the Jeep, and then he nagged for it two or three more times after that, but no way, I didn't give in! I turned him down flat, but I wasn't cruel about it. And, to show pity on him so he wouldn't feel too bad about being rejected, I sucked him off. Obviously that doesn't count as full blown side sex. Earlier I also turned him down for sex at the apartment. And I turned down Danny Monday too. Danny is Robby's gay friend who's on the baseball team. I turned him down cold, twice. Once when he wanted me to ask Robby to participate in a three-way with us two, which I said no to. Then he asked if just he and I could have a date something and I basically said no to that too. Hmmm, that's about a half dozen times I've turned down side-sex in one evening. No willpower, my ass! It did help somewhat that this afternoon Ryan and I fucked three times, so I wasn't especially horny. The fact remains that I don't need to be horny to get aroused by Ryan. That little guy has 'something', and I don't know what it is, but at times he's like the sexiest guy on the planet to me. He can sometimes make my dick move by just looking at him.
What is it about Ryan that's arousing me right now? And I mean right now just thinking about him? Maybe I'm thinking about his sexy scent. That's funny because I didn't even notice his scent way back when Robby first introduced Ryan to me, but now it gets in my head and that squirmy feeling slides all over me. I should have had a clue that something was happening between Ryan and me when I let him fuck me that time. I'm referring to the first time Rob made Ryan and me have lunch together. He wanted us to get to know each other better and we sure did that. The lunch was the first time I was ever alone with Ryan in my life, and he fucked me. He was dominant about it too. That's an attraction right there, fer sure. Even though he's smaller than me, Ryan can fuck dominantly like no one else I've ever met, even Willie. Hmmm, yeah, I need to call Willie. I wanna make sure he didn't back slide and reunite with that pig I saved him from in Wildwood. But as fast as Ryan goes, it's his looks that get to be too. I imagine some misguided gay guys could think Ryan's goofy looking, but I think he's really cute with his light red hair, little eyeglasses, pug nose, and his pale, clear complexion. He's got a good tan now, but when that fades his complexion is very light. And now I gotta deal with his sexy goatee and mustache too! Oh my God, they're so sexy looking on his youthful face. Pretty eyes too, and his ears stick out a little, which is very boyish. I've always liked hugging his little body and now it's hotter then ever because of all the weight lifting he's been doing. His body's hard and sexier now than it's ever been, and that penis of his! Holy shit! And it doesn't hurt that he's infatuated with me. The way he feels about me is an ego boost fer sure.
Pulling into our apartments parking lot, I'm like... wait a fucking minute. Don't tell me there's no parking spots left again. Who the fuck took the spot I pulled out of ten minutes ago? A fucking motorbike! I'll be god-dammed, and it's got twenty chains all over it too. Who'd want to steal that piece of shit? I'm so pissed-off a bike is taking a whole parking spot. I drive down every row and this is ridiculous! There has to be a spot, but there isn't. Goddammit, this defies the law of averages, or it defies something. Giving up, I drive to the next lot and find a spot about as far away from my apartment building's backdoor as it's possible to be and still be in the next parking lot. It'll take me ten minutes to jog back. Hee hee, Chubby's gonna be bullshit tomorrow morning. Well, it's more like a two minutes walk back, but I feel like knocking the motorbike over, or pissing on the seat, or maybe putting something through the spokes so when he goes to ride it... but nah, I use my now famous willpower and do none of those childish things. Instead I scream out loud, "FUCK!!!" relieving some of my frustration, then skip up the back stairs thinking about Robby lying in bed waiting for me, and now I'm getting that horny feeling again. Blowing Ryan stoked me for some sex with my boyfriend.
In the bedroom, Robby mutters, "That was fast,"and I try figuring out if he's serious or being sarcastic. How long was I gone anyway? I mumble, "Ryan and me talked things out." He asks, "Everything okay then?" I say, "Yeah, we're good, Rob. Um, I'll take my shower now." I step into the bathroom, then stick my head back out, and say, "Don't you dare go to sleep." He chuckles, then mutters, "Don't worry about that." During my shower I no longer get squirmy thinking about Ryan, now I'm squirmy thinking about Robby. Hmmm, there's a clue there someplace. A clue as to why I get aroused by certain guys until I get aroused by another, and then the first arousal seems inexplicable. I see movement on the other side of the shower curtain. Robby mumbles, "Just taking a piss," and I say, "Get in the shower with me, Robby." He laughs, "You're incorrigible, baby." Oooh, I like when he calls me that. Hurrying though my shower, then drying off and brushing my teeth, I walk into
the bedroom naked, and Robby says, "What a body! Just turn off the light and get in bed with me." Flicking off the overhead light, I crawl into bed and find that Robby's naked too. He hugs me and says, "Mmmm, I love the feel of you, Dylan." I go, "You too, Robby. Um, how's Ryan feel to you now that he's got all those muscles?" He says, "Not as good as you, not nearly as good," and we kiss with Robby's scent filling my head overriding remnants of Ryan's sexy scent. Now I can't imagine anyone smelling as perfectly sexy as Robby. No one does now that I think about it. Familiarity has something to do with that I assume, but Robby does smell deliciously sexy. His tongue licks mine as I slide on top of him feeling as much of his body against mine as I can. Then our cocks rub together, "Mmmmm." When Robby moves his mouth off mine the sides of our faces come together and Robby murmurs in my ear, "This is perfect, Dylan. Sleeping with you is something I look forward to doing the rest my life." I go, "How about when I'm real old and wrinkled?" "We're never getting old, Dylan, didn't you know that? Forever young, baby."
That sounds good if a tad overly optimistic, but I like the sound of it. I squirm on top of him as we make-out some more. Making-out is awesome and I love doing it. My dick does too and it always responds the same way... it gets as hard as a poker and feels oh so good. I whisper, "I love you so much, Robby," and he says, "They are my favorite words from you, Dylan. I love you like life itself. All of you. I love your voice, the way your skin smells," and he puts his nose where my neck and shoulder meet and inhales nosily, then he goes, "Mmmmm, you smell good, and I love your face and the way you taste." He sucks on my lips and tongue; then, taking a deep breath, he goes,"There isn't a single thing about you I don't love with a passion." I murmur, "Me too, Robby,"and we kiss a deep lover's kiss that makes my heart swell with love for Robby and no one else. When we're gasping for air, "I ask, "Can I suck your penis, Robby?" He gasps, then sputters, "Yeah, I'd love that. Oh my god, you get me so hot. Nobody does that like you." He takes a couple of deep breaths as I slide down his body and lay the side of my head on his crotch moving his hard cock so it's laying flat on his belly under my cheek. Nothing smells as sexy as Robby's crotch. Lifting my head I lick all around his cock and balls loving the smooth shaved feel of soft skin, then up the shaft of his hard cock. "Mmmm," so hot! Sucking in the fat, wet head of his boner I tongue it and slurp on it until a long drool of precum coats my tongue and Robby moans, "Oooooh, my god, that feels good," as he squirms on the mattress. More slurping and licking draws out more precum and then Robby's hand pushes my head away, with him grunting, "Gonna cum."
One last lick up his four inch hard fat boner, then I shimmy up his body dragging my boner against him, leaving a trail of precum from his groin to his bellybutton. Going up on my knees I reach back, grab his boner, and guide it to my quivering anus. Sitting on it slightly, "Mmmmm, oooh," as the lips spread and my shoulders do their little shudder. Nothing feels as good as this. Sitting down a little more forces the head of his cock inside me with Robby moaning and squirming under me. His hands grip my hips as sizzling
sensations encircle my asshole and twirl and buzz around my groin. My cock
tightens up further, it now snug against my belly. Precum drools out of my
cock as I shudder, then sit down some more. Oh so tightly the fat head of his cock presses against my prostate and I go, "Mmmmm, ooooh," and sit down a little more. Robby moans, rubbing the palms of his hands on my stomach and chest before he takes my cock in his fist and strokes the foreskin up and down the shaft with my whole body shuddering. Robby humps his hips and his groin smacks my ass, "Smack!" I lean forward and Robby wraps his arms around me. He begins fucking me moving his hips and now subtle, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds fill the room as sexy sensations explode in my rectum and my anus twitches as it's gripping the shaft of his hard cock. Moans and grunts from Robby as he does his thrusts up my ass with my whole body tingling in sexual pleasure. "Slap, slap, slap," steadily as I lean my head down so the sides of our faces slide together with the movement of Robby's humping hips. My chest is tight against his with sweat forming between us and nothing in the universe could possibly feel better than this. It's like we're one organism, a single organism dedicated to sexual pleasure. Moans of exquisite sexual pleasure and steady, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds make-up our total existence and there's nothing else but it. "Aaaaaah," from Robby with a desperate last hump of his cock up my ass, and holding his groin against my buttocks his balls pump sperm-laden cum into my bowels all wet and warm. Then more cum as Robby shakes under me holding my body against his with his arms tightly around my back.
His body relaxes for a second and then, letting out his held breath, he starts thrusting his cock in my slippery ass again as cum drools out around his still hard cock. "Slap, slap, slap," and my body gets stiff as a board and my orgasm overwhelms my senses. My body trembles with my hips humping on their own as spunk flies from my cock and a wave of awesome sensations spread from my cock and ass outward to the roots of my hair and the tips of my toes. I'm shaking and shuddering as more cum shoots out my wickedly hard cock wetting between our stomachs. "Mmmm, oooh," I moan as another round of shudders leaves me weak, but invigorated at the same time. Then I'm limp on Robby and the after affects of climax swirl around my groin causes a limp shudder and then the exquisite feeling of contentment and joy. What a sensational thing it is to climax with the person you love. Lover's sex has something so special about it. A shared, deeply-sexual experience with your lover is like nothing else known to mankind. We, of all creatures on earth have the mental capacity to appreciate how truly wonderful and unique a sexual experience with the one you love is. It's just better than any other sex, period. Robby murmurs, "That was perfect, Dylan, just perfect. Oooh, God, I love you! Having sex with you takes my breath away and makes my heart go pitter patter with happiness." After a deep breath, I murmur, "I love you so much, Robby. This is going to be a fabulous year in bed with you. I get confused and jealous when you have sex with anyone else, but then feeling your
love when we do it together makes all other concerns seem stupid and unimportant. We're best when it's you and me."
We talked quietly, always touching. Our intimate conversations is only about us as we lay together, our stomachs sticky with my cum as Robby's cum drools out of my ass. We're messy, but happy that we're still in bed after having sex together. What a wonderful feeling to be able to stay together after sex. We talk about doing it again, but tiredness overtakes both of us and tomorrow's the first day of classes for our sophomore year so, ya know, we
fall asleep. I have a dream about not being able to find the lecture hall for my first class. I begin to think I'm at the wrong college too. In the dream I see Robby, but he goes around a corner and I can't find him. Then I hear, "Dylan, it's time to get up. We'll be late." I'm like, "Huh? Where..." and open my eyes to see naked Robby standing beside our bed. He takes my hand and, grinning at me, pulls me half off the mattress. "Come on," he says, "We need to take a quick shower together. We seem to have dried matter of some sort on our stomachs." I groan, then chuckle getting out of bed, muttering, "I'm naked, don't look," as I cover my private parts with my hands crossed over my cock and balls. He laughs, "You nut, come on..." In the shower we wash quickly and then hug and kiss under the water flow until we have hard boners. Robby turns me around and pushes his wet boner, aided by slippery precum, up my ass. It feels so good I moan quietly, "Ooooh, uuuummm, Robby, it feels good." With his arms around me he humps his boner in my ass fast and he's soon grunting with the effort as water splashes over us and around us. Oh god, it's awesome with all the wonderful familiar sensations sparking in my rectum as my cock getting harder and harder until it's sticking straight out quivering and throbbing with pleasure. It's a fast moving orgasm this morning, unexpected sex is sometimes the hottest kind and I'm squirming with pleasure in Robby's arms as his cock moves back and forth in my ass. Such incredible sensations from the steady thrusting with Robby's strong arms holding my back against his chest as his hips drive his boned-up cock inside me. A loud groan and a violent thrust from me with my arching back pushing Robby's back into an arch as well and then, "Eeeeee," as cum streams from my cock. Robby's moaning as he's filling my bowels with creamy cum, teeming with his sperm that swim around in my ass until they discover they're in the wrong place and give up the egg hunt. It's a dazzling burst of sexual pleasure during the brief orgasmic explosion of pleasure and then the beauty of it all as it slowly fades away leaving me feeling so wonderfully good.
A half dozen thrust in my cum filled rectum and then Robby pulls his cock out, hugs and kisses me on the cheek. "Oh man," he mutters, "Fucking with you is an awesome way to start the day." I go, "The best way imaginable, Robby. We should start every day like this." We're re-washing various parts of our body as Robby asks, "Won't it get boring doing it every day?" I go, "I don't believe so, but we can try it for say six months and see." Robby laughs and we joke about this as we get dressed and then join Chubby on the balcony for coffee and a cigarette. We're all wearing new clothes we recently bought because it's a habit to wear new stuff on the first day, a habit carried over from eliminatory school, then through middle and high school. Of course we buy clothes that don't look new. I tell Chubby where the Jeep is parked and he grins, shaking his head because it's a running gag from last year than I can never find a good parking spot. I claim it's merely a coincidence. And while we joke, we're actually a bit nervous about seeing what the sophomore year has in store for us. If you don't have a few butterflies in your stomach you aren't taking this serious enough.
We finish our coffees with no one interested in eating anything, but we agree to meet for lunch at Fuddruckers. Today will be a feeling out process between the students and professors. Today we'll get an idea of what kind of professors we have this semester. We've got the books we'll need in our backpacks, so we go down to the parking lot and bump fists wishing each other good luck, then split up. Chubby takes the Jeep to his first class which is on the other side of the campus from Robby's and my first class. In the pickup, Robby asks, "Ready?" I go, "As I'll ever be," and off we go. Ryan, Robby, and I have four courses this semester and we'll go to all four today, but the classes will be only introductory today and shorter than they'll be starting tomorrow. Each of the courses is worth between two and five credits to go towards the fifteen we should have each semester. Beginning with a regular schedule tomorrow we won't be going to every course every day. The classes are between fifty minutes and three hours depending on the course and frequency of classes, so keeping track of what's up each day is a chore until it becomes routine after a week or two. Some courses meet once a week and others three times a week. We've set up our schedule so we have no courses at all on Wednesdays. Last year I had no courses on Friday which was ideal, but it didn't work out this year. We can expect about two hours homework most days with a lot more studying time necessary for midterms and finals.
So much depends on what the professors are like for our courses. They can make it miserable or almost enjoyable and for the most part it's luck of the draw. Not all luck though because we went to ratemyprofessor.com to see how past students rated the professors for easiness, clarity, helpfulness and
how much fun their class was. Also it rates them on how 'hot' or 'not' they are. The problem is differences of opinions, but there's the consensus grade that's helpful. Most professors act really tough at the outset, like stating draconian rules. For instance, half a grade penalty for every day a paper is late. Underneath though most professors are mostly softies. Ask them nicely while offering a plausible excuse and often you can get a day or two extension for an assignment. This we discovered during our freshman year.
Robby and I park at Merrimack and walk to the lecture hall for our first class of the year. It's the 'Physics for Poets' course that we elected because we don't want to take a real science course. Approaching the lecture hall there's a sort of nervous electricity I detect from the milling students who jabber at each other in hopes their nervousness doesn't show. After all we're sophomores, not freshman. I spot Ryan talking to a tall guy I don't know. He doesn't see me and as I get closer I see the tall kid pat Ryan's cheek like Ryan's a little kid, then he pushes Ryan's glasses up his nose with Ryan standing still letting this happen. The guy says something and Ryan does his fast head bob agreeing with whatever the guy just said. The guy gooses Ryan and then walks off as Ryan stares after him. Robby stops to talk to a teammate, but I continue to Ryan. I've never seen the tall kid before and his interaction with Ryan's strikes me as peculiar. I go, "Yo, Ryan," and he turns around and blushes. His head swivels back to where the tall kid walked off to, and then back to me real fast. I point in the direction the tall guy walked, asking, "Who's that?" He goes, "Oh, um, he's a friend of my roommate, Marty. Nice guy named Rex Louis."I go, "He goosed you, what's up with that?" "He's just messin' around. He's gay like us." I ask, "How'd you meet him?" He shrugs, "Why all the questions, Dylan. Heh, heh, when we get right down to it, I'm the dom and you're the sub, right? Some overlaps from sex is normal, ya know," and he shrugs again. I mutters, "I just wondered, don't get all paranoid on me." He says, "I met him online during the summer trying to connect with a few gay students with similar interests to mine. It's no biggie." This is a little odd, but Robby interrupts before I can ask anything else.
Robby and Ryan do a one arm hug as Robby asks, "Ready to get this show off the ground, Ryan?" Ryan says, "I'm a little nervous to be honest about it. I wanna get off to a good start this year, Rob, and I know you'll help me do that." Robby says, "Yeah, well, um, lets go inside and see who or what we have for a professor." As we go up the steps, Ryan asks Robby, "Why did we take this Physics for Poets course? I forget our reasoning and the course sounds weird." Robby pulls on Ryan's ponytail, saying, "It's supposed to be easy and it beats a heavy duty science course, wouldn't you say?" Ryan says, "I'm following your lead, Rob, you're the boss." Oh brother! Inside Robby leads us to near the front of the lecture hall, which is where he likes to sit. I prefer sitting as far back as I can get, but I'm not sitting by myself so I follow those two. Robby motions for Ryan to sit on the end of the row, he sits next to him and I squeeze in past them to sit on Robby's other side. It's noisy with a lot of chatter from the large group of students also wanting to avoid a real science class. After all, we don't want to be scientists, we're business majors. Most of what I learned last year has slipped out of my brain so it apparently wasn't all that important and I'm sure whatever I learn in this class will be mostly gone after the final. The important part is getting a degree and proving you can get one. In specialty fields the students need to retain everything their taught I imagine, but generally speaking mostly a college business degree demonstrates to potential employers you're capable of learning and following through. In this case all the way to graduation.
Most of this introductory lecture I spend wondering about that tall kid Ryan was intently listening to, and then thinking about what I want for lunch.
This professor's the controversial type that free-thinking college environments seem to breed in great numbers. He tells us he'll often be leaving the pure academic material for more 'gasp-inducing' material, whatever the fuck that means. The professor laughs, and says, "The closed-minded of you will undoubtedly go running to the dean's office complaining. Don't bother though because I've been doing this for twenty years now." He goes on, but I stop listening. He's the type of eccentric professor who chooses to dress outside the lines. Hideously mismatched sweaters, black-rimmed glasses, jeans from his Woodstock years, and any clothing made of hemp. It's funny actually. This middle aged man has an impish grin every time he says something inappropriate. This course is gonna be a breeze so I don't need to pay attention anymore to the introduction, I get it already, professor... you're very pleased with yourself.
We have forty-five minutes before our next class so we go to the quad for coffees. Chubby's there with his bud, John Beverly. They've just come from their first class. Everybody says, "Wassup?" and Chubby says, "We've got a real character for a professor." John says, "Understatement alert! This professor is more than a character, he's totally off the fucking hook. His clothes are disheveled, he's got bloodshot eyes, with an unshaven mad look like he'd like to reach out and strangle somebody. Jesus!" Chubby says, "We're gonna get a transfer if we can. That professor is apparently pissed off at somebody or something and it's like he's gonna give some payback to his students. Fuck him." John says, "Oh yeah, there ain't gonna be any banter or back talking to this dude," then John laughs, and adds, "Even Jeff kept his mouth shut." Chubby goes, "I'm not crazy, dude. That professor's got a hair up his ass about something." We describe our professor and those two exchange looks and John mumbles, "Sounds like what we're looking for, Jeff." Chubby asks me, "What the hell is physics for poets anyway?" I shrug and Robby says, "It's a way of looking at the universe and the world around us with minimal math, or something like that." Chubby's like, "That doesn't pin it down all that much, but it sounds vague enough that it's something I'd consider. Lots of room for nonsense discussion and off the wall speculation in papers and exams, and I'm pretty good at that." John goes, "Ya think?"
Chubby and John start hitting on a couple of chicks at the next table so I say to Ryan and Robby, "Let's grab a cigarette outside before next class." We dump our paper cups in the trash barrel next to us, grab our backpacks, and head outside. The weather's a little cool, but today's a good example of October's bright blue weather. When we all have a smoke going, Ryan asks Robby, "Can you give me a haircut this afternoon, Rob? This ponytail is driving me crazy?" Robby grins and pulls on Ryan's ponytail, saying, "Dylan says you look cute with this thing," and Ryan grins back at Robby, asking, "What do you think, Rob?" I roll my eyes as they banter back and forth because Ryan's pulling the same brown-nosing shit he did at the beginning of last
Spring's threesome. It's deja vu all over again. Robby's susceptible to it too. I go, "Don't start brown nosing with my boyfriend again, Ryan. That's so not cool." Robby takes an exasperated breath, muttering, "If you two are gonna be bickering all the time, fuck the threesome." Ryan shrugs, "Actually, it's Dylan who has a problem. I'm very happy being in the threesome." Robby looks at me, and I guess I'm jealous, saying, "He brown-noses, what can I tell ya. We don't really need a formal threesome ya know. We've done that already and it was fine for what it was, but that was then and this is now." Ryan says, "You're just jealous because Rob's not giving you his undivided attention all the time, Dylan. He's spoiled you and you've come to take it for granted." Robby's making a face, looking away slowly shaking his head. Surprised I'm acting like this because I don't want to screw-up Ryan's and my sex together, but still I say to Ryan, poking my finger in his chest, "Yeah, Rob spoils me, not you, so you do a lot of brown-nosing to get his attention." Ryan's uncharacteristically pissed-off as his face gets red as he says, "You're extremely cool, Dylan, but if you poke me with that finger again I'm going to break it off and stick it up your ass." Now Robby's off. He waves his hand at us and mutters, "Fuck this. You two have a fight or do whatever you're going to do. I'm walking over to the next lecture hall or room, or whatever the fuck it is."
He walks away and Ryan asks, "Happy now, Dylan?" I just stare at him, then ask, "Are you by any chance on a medication of some kind? What the fuck's with this multiple personality shit you're showing?" he says, "Okay, I'm being irrational, but you make me crazy and I say stupid stuff sometimes. I'm sorry, I apologize." I go, "Well, the words were right, but not the tone of voice." He looks down, "Dammit, Dylan, I'm sincerely sorry. I had a horrible summer and they scrambled my brain. I'm trying to adapt to regular life again, but I take turns being jealous of first you and then Rob. You two don't even know how special it is to have what you two have with each other. I've never come close to a relationship like the one you guys have." I stupidly keep up the defensive posture, "Well, whatever the fuck, don't suck up to my boyfriend, that's all I'm saying." Ryan steps on his cigarette butt, and mumbles, "Anyway, maybe I've got something started with Rex. Maybe I won't need to annoy you any longer. He likes me." Oops, how did this argument start anyway? I say, "Um, ah, I like you too, Ryan, a lot. I'm not trying to get rid of you. Are you kidding? You know how hot I am for your sexy self." Now he's defensive, saying, "Not last night you weren't. What's up with that, huh? I'm the dom, you don't say no to your dom!" How did this escalate so quickly. I bite my bottom lip, then do a fake cough and say, "Lets not fight, okay? Come on, lets get going or will be late for class." Hmmm, he's got a date with the tall kid, Rex. Huh! I didn't see that coming. Trying to make-up, I squeeze the back of Ryan's neck, and nicely say again, "Lets not fight, Ryan. We've got something special going on together, sexually speaking I mean. And we really like each other too. We're tense the first day of classes, that's all." He says, "You are a huge sexual turn-on for me, no doubt about that. I admit that, but then you say 'no' to me like I can turn on and off my desire for you like shutting off the lights. You think you're, um, special I guess, and it's like you're throwing me a crumb once in a while." I say, "That's such bullshit. You fucked me three times yesterday. I'd say that's more than a crumb." He goes, "Yeah, and I loved it, but I managed to go without you all summer and survived. Anyway, being the dominant sex partner only really works when I'm actually the dominant one, but it's been plain to me for quite sometime that nobody dominates you unless you want them to and that doesn't work for me. I thought it might be different this time, but it's the same as it was last spring. I knew I wasn't good enough for you, but I fooled myself into believing you were different." I shake my head, "You don't know me at all if you think that about me. I've never thought I was more special than you."
As we're approaching our next class location, I add, "It's impossible to recreate what we had last year, which is what you seem to want. That was then, but don't cut off your nose to spike your face now, Ryan. We're good together in bed and you know it." He says, "It's awesome, but my first love for sex is the same as yours, being the submissive partner. And I don't mean to shit heads like I ran into last summer, but to guys that are dominant like I am to you. Considerate, but stern. That's what I'm looking for. So far,
Rob's been good, but he's not a natural Dom, and I think Rex is. At least that's what he tells me. I'd rather have that, if it works out like I hope it will, rather than you being partially submissive to me when you feel like it. That makes it all role playing. There needs to be sincerity to your submissiveness."This isn't gonna work. I say, "You're a little bit nuts, ya know that?" But I said that while smiling, not in a mean way. Pushing his glasses up his little nose, Ryan shrugs, saying, "Be that as it may, are you
willing to be submissive to me in a sincere manner?" I ask, "Well, what do you mean by that?" He goes, "Like when we met today and you were giving me the third degree about Rex. You're the sub, you don't question me, I question you. What I do when I'm not with you is none of your business. You place is to please your dom, in this case me, or it isn't a sub/dom relationship. It's phony." I frown at him, "Get real, Ryan, we're friends, fer chrissakes." He says, "And we'll still be friends even if you won't be my sub." I say, "What the hell's that mean?" He goes, "Pretending to have a sub/dom relationship with you just frustrates me sexually. I don't wanna do it. It's like you're a big tease and that's too stressful for me right now in my life, especially after all I've been through last summer. Still, even after saying that I'll give you a chance to reconsider. If you'll in all seriousness commit to being a for real submissive to me I promise not to overdo it. It'll be good for both of us. Balance me out for once and bring you down a peg or two which you need. Okay?" Taking a deep breath, I go, "No, it's not okay. I don't like the way you're acting and I don't agree with what you're saying." He mutters, "Okay, fuck you then." Well, we managed to fuck that up royally. I never thought he'd be that firm. I can't and I won't give in and kiss his little ass.
We find Robby talking to a girl. He's blushing and my face is red too because Ryan really pissed me off, and I think he just dumped me. If so, I'm really gonna miss the sex we had together. How did this happen so fast? Was he
thinking about this all last summer? Robby looks over and sees us. He looks relieved, "Oh, Dylan, Ryan, this is Beth Timberlake. We went to high school with her, remember, Dylan?" I go, "Hi, Beth, you going to Merrimack?" I don't even vaguely remember her. She says, "Hi, cutie. Are you going with anybody? Rob says he is, so how 'bout you?" I glance at Robby who gives me a slight no' shake of his head, meaning I assume I'm not to tell her we're boyfriends. I say, "Yeah, Beth, I'm going with same person for three years now." She smiles, glances at Ryan, then dismisses that idea, and says, "Actually I'm going to community college, not Merrimack so you guys and me would be geographically undesirable anyway. I'm just up for the day visiting my cousin." Robby says, "Beth is John Beverly's cousin. I don't know where John got to. He was here a minute ago." Awkward. I go, "Oh," and she says, "I'm teasing you guys about trying to pick you up. I've got a boyfriend, but I like to flirt. I could do a lot fucking worse than either of you two, that's for sure." Why do girls drop the F-bomb so much, and what the fuck is she babbling about anyway? I'm not in a good mood. She says, "Oh, there's Johnny now. Nice seeing you guys again and good luck on the baseball team this year, Rob. See ya, Dylan." Then, patting Ryan's shoulder, "You too, dude," and she skips over to where John's talking with some guys. Robby says, "That was not fun. Let's go inside, guys, so we can sit up front." Ryan doesn't look at me, but gets ahead of me so he can walk beside Robby, then he looks back at me and smirks. I'm gonna kick his ass. That's if I still can.
This is our Ethics and Professions course. Half the size of the first one. I'm stewing about Ryan dumping me so easily... I can't fucking believe it. Looking over at him, he glances at me without expression, then looks back at the professor, who's saying, "Make sure your papers have a direction and that each point furthers your point of view. I have a lot of students and require a lot of papers so I can only spend six minutes on each one. If you're rambling on without making a point by the six minute mark your grade will be very low." I check out again wondering if I should apologize to Ryan and agree to his terms. I mean our sex is so special together. Jesus, did I fuck this up, or what. On the other hand it seemed like Ryan was waiting for an opening to get me to commit to being submissive to him in more ways than just sex. Huh, he's right about one thing, those asshole's last summer scrambled his brains. Glancing up at the professor I hear, "And another thing, don't have a grandma die around midterms, paper due dates, or finals. That doesn't fly with me." Oh, fuck you! The class only lasts a half hour, but he gives us an assignment the first fucking day. Well, we won't meet with him again until Monday so there's the weekend to get it done.
Outside we're not talking until Robby asks Ryan and me, "Is something wrong?" Ryan makes a face, like... 'what could be wrong'? Then says, "Whaddaya mean, Rob? Except for getting homework in that stupid introductory class, nothing's wrong as far as I'm concerned." Robby says, "Okay, good. This afternoon lets do our first weight lifting. I'm looking forward to that. Good idea by you, Ryan." Ryan asks, "How about a haircut for me, Rob, please." Robby pulls on Ryan's ponytail again, saying, "I kinda of like this thing, Rye." Rye? What the fuck? We're walking towards the Jeep. It's only eleven o'clock so too early for lunch. I ask, "What are we doing now, Rob?" He says, "We'll lift weights and after the afternoon classes I'm gonna give your twin a haircut," and he hugs Ryan's shoulder, adding, "I forgot what a nagger this kid can be. I gotta keep my troops happy." Oh brother! Yeah, but I'm actually looking forward to the weight lifting.
Ryan is very chatty during the ride to the apartment and he includes me in the chattiness. He's acting like nothing happened between us. Well nothing did happen I guess, just that he may have dumped me. If he did I don't know whether to tell Robby about it or not because he's having fun being the boss of us as a threesome and I don't want to ruin his fun by being petty. It's obvious, no matter what he says, that he likes the concept of him having 'twin boyfriends', and he really likes that phrase too. I coined that phrase, sarcastically, at the beginning of last spring, but by now it's become a common reference for Ryan and me. Robby probably thinks he came up with that by now. Could it be Ryan's just going to chalk our argument up to letting off steam and we'll go on like nothing happened. It seems that way. He gooses my ass when we're getting out of the pickup back at the apartment. I look at him and he grins at me, then squeezes the back of my neck, murmuring, "You are so fucking cute." I guess I forgive him, so I goofily nod my head real fast the way he does it, and say, "So are you, Ryan." Hearing that he makes a face, mumbling, "Hardly, Dylan, get serious." Going up the steps Robby says, "You've had the experience with weights, Ryan, so you'll be in charge of the weight lifting." I go, "You've lifted in connection with baseball, Rob." He says, "Yeah, but I want to see what those asshole's had Ryan doing with the weights last summer. Maybe I can learn something."
In the apartment Ryan says, "Lets take our shirts off so we don't get them sweaty." We all pull our shirts off and Robby and I look to Ryan, who says, "Dylan, you get the weight out while Rob and I begin filling out the chart he made-up when we bought the weights." I lug the weighs into the living room where Ryan and Robby are sitting next to each other on the sofa writing
on Robby's weight lifting chart. Ryan looks up, and says, "Out on the deck, Dylan. Oh, and set the big bar up with only fifty pounds to start. That what I'm starting you on." I say, "I can lift more than that," and Ryan looks at Rob, saying, "Rob, would you.." Robby says, "Just do what he says, okay, Dylan? You're supposed to start low and build up to heavier weights. It says right here starting out with too much weight is the worse thing you can do." Humph! I hump the weights out on the balcony muttering under my breath, "I suppose we'll be lifting out here when it's snowing too." Then I look at the beautiful blue sky and realize it's close to seventy degrees. It warmed up a lot from earlier this morning. Robby and Ryan come out chuckling about something, then Ryan says, "We're starting with exercises first. It'll loosen our muscles and tendons." We do jumping jacks together, all three of us. Then running in place fast for thirty seconds intervals, rest a minute then do it again. I have to wonder if he knows what he's doing, but I do what they do. Ryan says, "This gets the heart pumping." We repeat the running in place for about five minutes and my heart is pumping now. I don't get enough exercise, so this can't hurt.
Done with the exercises, we take a break. "Shake it out," Ryan says, and shakes his arms and then his legs. I feel stupid doing it, but Robby does it so I do it too. Done with that, Ryan says to me, "I'm going to demonstrate the way I want you to do it, Dylan. Watch closely," and he lifts the bar to
his chest, saying, "Lift it to your chest, don't jerk it up, and then lift it steadily above your head with full arms extended, like this." He lifts the fifty pounds without any effort at all and then, looking at me, he smoothly lifts it ten times. Not out of breath at all, he puts the weights on the floor, saying, "Now you do it." I lift the weight to my chest and Ryan says, "No, put it down." He comes over to me and moves my legs wider apart, and with his hand on my shoulder looking me in the eyes, he spreads my hands on the bar, "No wider than this, Dylan. Okay? Now try it again and do it correctly."
I thought I did it perfectly, but Ryan makes two more adjustments while offering words of encouragement and adding, "If I can get you in the habit of doing it the right way you'll progress faster." I try doing it exactly like he showed me and he finally mumbles, "Okay, that'll have to do I guess. Finish up with the ten repetitions now." I can do seven, but start straining. Ryan says, "Don't strain at this point, Dylan. You'll be very sore tomorrow. Put it down." He looks at Robby, and says, "Just seven reps for him at fifty pounds." I think Robby's holding back a grin as he records what I did on the chart. Ryan tells me, "Put seventy-five pounds on the bar. That's what Rob and I will start off with until our muscles get used to the lifting and repetitions. We'll go up to the hundred pound level by maybe week two." Then, he says, "Now you, boss." Robby positions his feet and then his hands on the bar. He lifts it to his chest and Ryan mutters, "Perfect." Robby has no problem doing the ten repetitions showing really nice muscle definition as he lifts. His muscle seems to tighten-up with each lift of the weights, and after ten repetitions he sets the bar down easily, smiles at Ryan, and takes a deep breath, mumbling, "Feels good." . Ryan nods his head, and tells him, "Give yourself ten reps at seventy-five, Rob," and the way he said that makes my dick moves in my pants. Ryan's so comfortable bossing us around with this weight lifting program. I stare at him as he easily lifts the weights and does ten smooth repetitions even easier than Robby. His muscles bulge sexily as I stare at him feeling squirmy all over my body. As he's putting the weights down he winks at me, grinning. I adjust my junk as Ryan moves on to curl lifting, showing me how to do that. We take turns lifting weights for forty-five minutes with both Robby's and Ryan's body looking so sexy and hot. Oh man! Finally Robby asks, "How much more are we going to do today, Ryan?" Ryan shrugs, "Yeah, we should keep it short in the early going. This has been a good first day so we'll stop now while we're ahead." He looks at me, motioning to the weights, saying "Dylan, put the weights away." Robby says, "Let get bottles of water, that's a really nice workout, Ryan."
Robby and Ryan lean against the kitchen bar drinking water and discussing their experiences lifting in the past. I know Robby lifted weights as part of his baseball practice so I wasn't surprised he lifted easily, but I'm surprised Ryan's able to do it so effortlessly. He obviously did a lot of it during the summer. Both their bodies looked hot when they were lifting. Hell, they look hot now that they're just standing there. Why I have to do the gofer work getting the weights out and putting then away under our bed hasn't been explained. Ryan just told me to do it so I did because I didn't want to complain. We've already had the earlier disagreement and, you know, I guess I'm hoping Ryan just forgets about that. Complaining about me being the gofer might make it worse between us. When the weights are all under our bed, Robby hands me a bottle of water as Ryan says, "We're going to take turns getting the weights out and putting them away. Saturday it'll be my turn. You guys okay with that?" Robby says, "You're in charge of our weight lifting program, Ryan, so whatever you say, dude," and he squeezes Ryan shoulder. I sneak a glance at Ryan and he gives me a smile, then says, "You did good for a first timer, Dylan. Better than I did my first time I'll tell you that." I mumble, "Thanks, Ryan," and look at him again. He shows me a friendly facial expression and then rub my head, adding, "You'll probably be lifting at Rob and my level within a month."Blushing a little and feeling like a little kid, I mumble, "I don't know, but I hope so, Ryan." Robby says, "Lets wash up now and then meet Chubby at Fuddruckers."
We crowd around the bathroom sink washing up using washcloths and getting each others backs. We were all sweating, not just me. Sharing the same towel we dry off and get our shirts back on. As we're going down the stairs Ryan quietly asks me, "Friends again?" I say, "Sure, Ryan," not knowing exactly what he means by that, but hoping it means we're forgetting about earlier today, and everything is back to the way it was between us." At Fuddruckers we find Chubby and John Beverly already at a table eating. When we've got our food we join them. Chubby asks, "Where have you guys been?" Ryan bites into his cheeseburger and talks with his mouth full, "Lifting weights. You should join us, Jeff." Chubby mutters, "No thanks, that's a little too close to, umm, work. It sounds like work to me." I say, "It felt real good to me," and Chubby asks, "How much did you lift?" I say, I'm starting with fifty pounds, but that's what the book says. You know, start with a weight you can easily handle." Chubby goes, "Fifty pounds? Fuck that , bro. Jeez, I'd wanna get paid for lifting fifty pounds." John tells us in his junior year of high school he lifted for awhile but got bored doing it alone so he quit. Chubby asks, "Anybody know who invented scissors?" Ryan chuckles, mumbling, "I love your factoids, Jeff." I guess brown-nosing comes naturally to Ryan, he'll brown-nose anybody. I go, "Okay, who invented scissors?" Chubby goes, "Leonardo da Vinci, of course. And did you know it took him ten years to paint Mona Lisa's lips?" Robby mutters, "Bullshit alert." Chubby laughs, "Check it out, dude. Do you misinformed people have any idea of what two words in the English language that can't be rhymed." John slurps on his milkshake, then says, "One of them is the word 'orange'." Chubby looks surprised, "How'd you know that, Beverly?" John shrugs, "Everybody knows that and I just remembered the other word... it's 'silver'. I can see Robby trying to think of a word that rhymes with either of those words. I know it's useless because Chubby's never been proven wrong about his factoids.
After lunch we're back on campus for our two afternoon classes. One of our professors in the afternoon is a PhD in something. We name him 'the sage' because he stood in front of seventy-five students and spouted out multi-layered saying's with the most serene and enlightened facial expressions imaginable. Not that we understood a word of it. His doctorate program obviously consisted of him sitting around for several years formulating deep and utterly confounding theories and phrases that only he understands. Students do not question in the sage's class; they merely bask in the sage's glory. After class Ryan asks, "What was that all about?" I shrug as Robby mutters, "Fuck if I know." Our last professor was lifeless so we nicknamed him the flat liner. His gray pallor, lifeless eyes,and sloth like movements suggests that the anatomy department accidentally left one of their cadavers at the front of the lecture hall. Oh my God, staying awake was a challenge. Then we discover he's only doing the introductory class. We'll meet our real professor tomorrow.
"It would have been a long semester if the flat liner was our regular professor guys," Robby tells us. Then he pulls on Ryan's ponytail, saying, "Lets get rid of this now." As we're getting in the Jeep I quietly ask Ryan, "Are we getting together later, Ryan?" He looks surprised, then says, "We need
to talk some more, but not now." I go, "Yeah, okay," and sit close to him hoping he holds my hand like he used to do in the back of the truck when he
was working on the grass cutting crew at the beginning of the summer. He doesn't though.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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