Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2012 09:23:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR   Chapter 44  by Donny Mumford

			   DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

				Chapter  44

			     by Donny Mumford


Robby grins when I tell him I have tissues in my jockey shorts absorbing
his other boyfriend's cum. He goes, "It didn't take you long, Dylan." I'm
like, "Hey, it was his idea, not mine. He said he ran it by you and you're
okay with it." He shrugs, "Yeah, Ryan's a world class nagger, but I also
feel bad I'm neglecting you so; if we can keep our sexual interest in our
little group, wouldn't that be a good thing?" He's back to asking approval
from me that we're involved in this weird sex triangle , although I don't
think he knows he's doing it. I go, "Hmmm, we'll see." Keep a little
mystery in it so he doesn't think I automatically go along with everything
he wants, plus I can't promise to keep it in the triangle. It's Robby's
who's insisting on this odd twin boyfriend crap. I say, "Actually Ryan
proposing that shocked me because it's the last thing I expected, but
you're right about him, he's a good guy". Then I tell him how embarrassed
Ryan was asking me to do the sex. We laugh, then I'm like, "Once I got to
know him, and it didn't take long, he's likable. That's an eye-opener for
me alright, you can't judge a book by it's cover and all that. I was sure
Ryan was a turd, but he's not at all." Robby's nodding his head in
agreement, and I'm glad he's happy, and I enjoyed the buddy sex, but I'm a
little worried too. Now that I got to know him a little bit, I can see how
Ryan could grow on Robby, and like Ryan said... he ain't gonna ever do
anything to piss Robby off. I'm not sure I can make the same claim, and
that's where my major concern comes in. I don't want to lose Robby, and I
don't want to even share him, but I can envision a scenario where Robby
drifts more and more towards Ryan's side because Ryan's exclusively
dedicated to one person, and that one person is named Rob. All through our
first review class, I'm trying to imagine my life without Robby being the
centerpiece, and it's not computing, although I may have nothing to say
about it. Dammit, I much preferred it when Robby kept his occasional
boyfriend on the side to himself. The real problem is that Ryan's different
than the other couple of side interests that Robby's had. And, like he said
to me, he mostly had them because I had Willie, and the rare other
sex-on-the-side, and he wanted to be like me. Now he wants to be like
himself, which is better than being like me and I mean for him, but not for
me. Hmmm? What to do? Is it wrong to want your cake and eat it too? I
suppose most would say it is, but it's a goal to strive for, I would think.

Of course, I'm not paying attention in class which is irresponsible of me,
but glancing over at Robby I can see he's being responsible enough for both
of us, dutifully taking down notes of all the important stuff. I'll need to
review those notes over the weekend, which will suck, needing to waste time
on that. Then I remember Ryan saying he's going home for the weekend
too. That should be interesting because he lives in Natick which is one
town over from where Robby and I live. And I thought I'd have Robby all to
myself this weekend. And the weekend isn't getting off to a great start
either because I need to do a short shift at Stop & Shop this afternoon and
then a regular shift Saturday morning, and Saturday mornings are busy as
all get out at the store.  Robby will wait to drive for me tomorrow so we
can go home together, but what's he going to be doing during my shift? I
can see this two boyfriend thing, while curiously interesting, is gonna be
a pain in my ass... no pun intended. I say that because I'll always be
wondering what Robby's up to when we're not together, which is probably
what he always wondered about me when I'm out of sight. Gee, I could have
been more considerate of Robby and now it might be too late. Reality
sucks. I've got to try for some positive thinking here because I'm getting
worked up and upset, and I don't want that to turn into me being pissed-off
because that's not the way to win Robby back. Okay, here's a very positive
thought: it'll be just Robby and me after my Stop & Shop short shift this
afternoon, and he wants a haircut, too. So there are two things right there
that brighten my outlook, and I can stretch that to three positive things
by counting our lovers' fuck later when we're ready for bed. I'll think
about those three things, and worry about tomorrow when it gets
here. That's the ticket, live in the moment. Surprisingly there are people
who don't do that.  They're always thinking about what's already happened,
or worrying about the future. Dumb!

I pay attention to the last part of the class and then afterwards, Robby
asks, "What time do you get off work this afternoon?" I tell him, "I
switched with a kid, and got the two-hour shift so I'm off at four-thirty,
but I'm also working tomorrow morning." Robby grins, "We've got some time
this afternoon and tonight too, so that's what I'm looking forward to. I'm
wicked excited about that because I've really, really missed you," which
brings a question to my mind. I ask, "Um, don't take this the wrong way,
but why did you put me off all week if you missed me so much? Ryan would've
understood if you'd spend one afternoon with me. I mean, you were with him
three afternoons and evenings in a row." Robby blushes a little and says,
"I know it was unfair of me, and I didn't like doing it. It's just that
this is a new arrangement we find ourselves in now and I guess I wanted the
reality of that to sink in with you and so I did something like hard
love. I'm just feeling my way along though, not really sure if this will
work out or if I find I need to drop Ryan; dropping you is so far out of
the question for me it doesn't even register. Anyway, right or wrong, I
wanted to be sure you knew how serious I am about trying this for awhile so
I'm not misleading you, but I was missing you the whole time just the same,
and that's the honest to God truth. At the end of the summer, if Ryan and I
even last that long, you and I will make decisions about us. It's your
plan, Dylan, I just stole your original plan to see what life on the wild
side is like, you already know what it's like." He's being sincerely
serious, but the thought that he purposely ignored me sexually since Monday
certainly hits home. Knowing how much he loves me he didn't have an easy
time doing that and in a way I get some satisfaction out of knowing that,
but in another way I almost feel sorry for Robby. He's struggling with
wanting to eat his cake and have it too, so I ain't the only one. And
another thing: he didn't say it, but it's implied that he wanted to show me
what it'd be like without him as my boyfriend too, and it wasn't a pleasant
place for me to be, and I realize now that I need Robby. He's more
important to me than I ever realized before; I see that now, but have I
seen it too late? I gulp, then mutter, "It hasn't been very good at all
without you, Robby, and that's the honest to God truth, too." He says,
"That's how I felt when you were away too." Another lesson learned by me,
although it's not really accurate. I go, "But Robby, we're always together,
I haven't been away except that one time."

We're in the parking lot now, lighting cigarettes, while walking towards
the pickup. He takes a drag, saying, "I don't mean away like Key West, I
know that's rare. I mean away like when we're doing different things, like
you working at Stop & Shop or me being occupied with the baseball
team. Those are the times you'll find a way to hook-up with other cute
boys. I know you attract them and I don't blame the other boys, I blame you
for having no will power. I've become suspicious of everyone these last few
months, even Connor. It wouldn't surprise me if you and he got it on, or
Elliot, or his brother even. Hell, my own brother fell for you and you two
fucked when you and me were going together as boyfriends. My own brother,
and you didn't tell me about it, Dodger did." I go, "Your brother attacked
me. I didn't go after him. He's dangerous." Robby laughs, "Yeah, he is. And
I haven't even mentioned your other main boyfriend that you were head over
heels about for two years." I contradict him, "You've been my main
boyfriend! Willie was the one on the side. I don't love him!" Robby goes,
"Not now, but you did for the longest time. And I wasn't your number one
boyfriend until you dumped Willie about nine months ago." "I never actually
loved him, Robby. I was in love with his dominant sex, that's all." Robby
blows smoke out, saying, "I'm not being critical, Dylan, or trying to start
an argument. You've been talking about dominant sex, like Willie's I guess,
and hinting that I should be more like that for a long time now. Anyway,
I've only mentioned a few examples of your extracurricular sex, just the
tip of the iceberg probably." Jeez, how'd he know about Ray and Elliot?
He's just guessing. I go, "You sound mad at me again." He shakes his head,
"No, I'm not mad at you. I'm trying to explain myself, explain why I've
taken Ryan as a boyfriend. And, I didn't go looking for him either. I've
never gone looking for anyone except you." I point at Robby, saying, "I
went looking for you. If I hadn't, we probably never would have gotten
together." He shrugs, "Oh, yeah you did approach me about writing a column
for the school paper. That's true, I forgot, but in my head I was going
after you that whole junior year. I was constantly craving for you." He
said he's trying to explain himself to me, but I think he's trying to
explain himself to himself as well.

We're at the pickup, I go, "This isn't getting us off to a very good start,
Robby." He goes, "I'm sorry, Dylan, but I have this guilty fuckin'
conscience for ignoring you this week and I'm trying to justify it to
myself by speaking my reasons out loud." AH HA! I knew that, but I didn't
want to rub it in. Robby, in almost a whine says, "I love you so much, but
what am I going to do about Ryan? I feel as though I love him too, in a way
that's way different than my feelings for you and I've been wrestling with
it in my mind: do I actually love him or have I talked myself into thinking
I do because you run around so much?" Man, he's so honest about things. If
our roles were reversed, I'd have kept that doubt about loving Ryan to
myself. I mean he's got me jumping through hoops for him as it is. Then he
goes and admits that he has some doubts about Ryan. I say, "Aw Robby, if
you think you're in love, you are. It's that simply. Anyway, you're too
nice to dump him now, it'd break his heart. Let's ride this out for awhile,
I can take it." He takes a deep breath, looks around to see if anyone's
about, then gets my face between his hands and we do a lover's kiss that
gets things moving in the right direction. The problem is, I'm so hot for
Robby I get him in a dead grip hugging and kissing him like a madman. Robby
finally breaks the kiss, takes another deep breath, then says, "God, I love
the new you, Dylan. Ever since spring break you've been making me feel
awesome. And after I told you about Ryan you've gotten even better." I'm
thinking, 'The new me, what's he mean by that?' I say, "Yeah, you've never
been hotter to me, Robby, but it's mostly the new you, not new me." "New
both of us," he says, and then steps on his cigarette butt, going, "You
taste and smell so good to me, Dylan. We gotta get you to Stop & Shop now,
but I'm gonna taste you some more later this afternoon." "Don't ya want the
haircut too, Robby?" He says, "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, tasting
you during one of your intimate haircuts, then we'll be taking the heat up
further." Damn, alright! I step on my cigarette, then get in the passenger
seat, thinking, 'I like the sound of this', and all negative thoughts take
a backseat to the present because of the positive aspects of the near
future at the apartment. It's a short ride to Stop & Shop, and I can't help
staring at Robby and rubbing his hair or squeezing the back of his neck
along the way. He glances over smiling, looking delicious. Getting out the
pickup at Stop & Shop, Robby says, "I'll be here at four-thirty, Dylan, and
we'll have another reunion, okay?" Good to hear him ask 'Okay?' at the end
of his sentences again. It used to bug me, but now I like it. Things change
ya know. I say, "I wish we could start it right now, but I need this job
next year too, so I'll see you in two hours. Love you, Robby." He goes, "Me
too, see ya."

My heart is full and I'm encouraged now that somehow things will work
out. I especially liked when Robby said something about if he and Ryan are
even still together in September, which is when Robby and I are going to
reevaluate our relationship, decide if we make it a steady one with nothing
on the side, or whatever. I'd take that right now if I could. This entire
unfortunate development has opened my eyes to how important Robby is to
me. Rudy calls out, "Donny, you're early today. Good for you, you're on
register two. No break for a two hour shift, so you'll stick there until
four-thirty. Good to see ya. Nice haircut too, by the way." He's moving
fast as usual, I go, "Thanks, Rudy!" He's the best boss I've had during my
time at either Stop & Shop I've worked at.  My boss for my summer job will
be even better than Rudy though. It'll be fun working for Robby. Well, more
good news, Shaun Sullivan is bagging at register two. I walk up behind him
and ruffle my fingers through his short, soft and fuzzy hair, that's
supposed to be a flattop. "How ya doing today Shaun?" He goes, "Good,
Dylan. When can you give me that free haircut?" I'm logging-in at the
register, replacing a nice looking girl part-timer named Dee. She asks,
"You give haircuts, Dylan?" I go, "Oh yeah, since I was about eleven or
twelve. To my friends, ya know". She goes, "That seems like a cool thing to
do, and they're free?" I go, "Un huh," as the computer recognizes my code
and opens the register drawer. She's already logged-out, and now she
complains, "I gotta stock shelves after my break. I'd like to wring Rudy's
neck for putting us girls in the stock room." I go, "Yeah, it don't seem
fair you girls should have to do what us boys have been doing for years." I
keep a straight face. She says, "That sounded a wee bit sarcastic, and I'd
never expect that from a cutie like you." I go, "Pretend Shaun said it,"
and Shaun goes, "Actually, I wouldn't have been so nice about it if I said
it, Dee. Why the hell shouldn't girls stock shelves?" She rolls her eyes,
exclaiming, "Testosterone alert!" Shaun says, "Girls have testosterone
too," and as Dee walks away, she gives her last volley, "Yeah, but boys
have eight times as much as girls, with the possible exception of you,
Sully. You probably have about as much as I do in those little gonads of
yours." Shaun blushes, muttering, "I hate that bitch..." Trying not to
laugh, I turn on the light above my register and a lady immediately butts
in front of a man carry a basket. Her carriage almost runs him down. She
says to the man, "Oh, I'm so sorry," but she's ahead of him in line just
the same. Have you ever noticed that ladies are quite aggressive in
supermarkets? They're real pushy and then after butting ahead of someone,
they apologize, as if that makes it alright. I ask, "How are you today?"
like we're supposed to, and then ring her overflowing carriage of groceries
up as Shaun bags them and puts them in her carriage. I say, "That's
one-hundred and fifty-six dollars, and seven cents." She fishes in her
handbag and finally finds the seven cents, then decides to use a credit
card. It takes longer for her to pay than it took for me to ring her up.

As she's about to leave, Shaun says what baggers are supposed to say, "Have
a good one," and without replying she's on her way. Shaun gives me a look
like, 'what a pain in the ass she was', and then I ring up the man she
butted in front of. It's a half hour before we're without a customer. Other
registers are busy too, but there's usually an open one and for the moment
it's ours that's open. I ask, Shaun, "What's the deal between you and Dee?
She always seemed nice enough to me." He shrugs, "Ah, I don't know, we
never hit it off. To tell you the truth, I don't get along with girls all
that well," and then another shrug. "Don'tcha got a girlfriend at school?"
He goes, "Nope, never had one actually. I'm gay, but I hope you'll still do
the free haircut." I go, "Sure I will, do you have a boyfriend then?" He's
like, "I broke up with the only boyfriend I've ever had about two months
ago. Hey, you're awfully cool about this. I haven't told a lot of people
I'm gay, mostly guys like you who don't know any of the kids I know, but
the ones I've mentioned it too usually make a big fuss over it, like they
never met a gay boy before." I say, Oh, I'm gay too, that's why I didn't
make a fuss. I don't think there's anything to make a fuss about. It's not
like you or I said to ourselves, just for the hell of it, 'Hey, I think
I'll be gay'. We're born that way." He goes, "You're so right, but a lot of
people don't see it that way." I go, "In this day and age? Come on, most
everyone feels it's no big deal." Then we have customers for another twenty
minutes before another lull. I take a couple of steps to my left and talk
with Shaun at the end of the belt where he stands when bagging the
groceries. It's not terribly busy Friday afternoons and only half the
registers are in use... like I said, we all get lull periods. Shaun asks,
"If you don't have a boyfriend, maybe you and me could see a movie together
or something." I go, "You're too young for me Shaun, but that's the only
reason I don't take you up on that offer. Next fall when you're eighteen,
let's see what's up then. And yeah, I got a boyfriend but he and I agreed
we're not going steady at the moment. We're boyfriends, but not
exclusively, if you know what I mean." He asks, "So you can hit on other
guys if the right one comes along?" I go, "That's it exactly. I can't
predict what our circumstances will be next fall, but you'll turn eighteen
and I'll turn twenty, so if the right circumstances happen, then you'd
definitely qualify as 'the right guy' for me to hit on 'cause I think
you're kinda hot and kinda cute. Whaddaya think of that?" He goes, "Jeez,
count me in, but I'm turning eighteen way before next fall, I'll be
eighteen..." but customers are bothering us again so he can't finish his
sentence. We go back to work and it's steady the rest of our shift so we
don't get a chance to talk until we're dropping off our aprons and signing
out in the office. Going down the steps with Shaun, done for the day, I go,
"Let me ask you something that I'm curious about. Last week when we first
talked about haircuts, I ran my fingers through your hair to see what the
texture was and you pulled your head away from me like you were annoyed. In
my experience a gay boy would lean towards me." He laughs, "It's funny you
ask me that because I think you're sexy, and I asked myself the same
thing. I was pissed that I didn't take the chance to see if you're
interested. Okay, I'm a tad shy." I go, "We're all shy to one degree or
another. Do you know if any of the other part-timers are gay?" I'm thinking
of Matthew Flowers of course. Shaun says, "You mean other than that butch
girl, Ann, in dairy?" I go, "Yeah, everyone knows about her. I mean guys,
not girls." He says, "I can't help you there. I thought I was the only gay
out of twenty-some part-time boys, that's until you told me you're gay
too. Makes me feel better knowing there's another gay on the job." We're
outside now. I go, "Yeah, me too, Shaun. There's my ride though, so I gotta
go." Robby's smiling at me as Shaun says, "Holy shit! Is that your
boyfriend?" I go, "That's my boyfriend alright. Ain't I lucky?" He goes,
"Oh my God, you two make a gorgeous couple. I'll bet you two turn some
heads." I say, "Ya think so? Humph, thanks for that. See ya Shaun."

Getting in the pickup, Robby says, "He's cute, but what is he, fifteen? Can
boys that young work at Stop & Shop?" I go, "He's seventeen, almost
eighteen. That's Shaun Sullivan, he's cute and gay, but seventeen. And no,
fifteen year olds can't work there, but I think sixteen is okay." As I say
that, Shaun gets in a car driven by, I'm assuming, his mother. The woman
looks almost too young to be his mother, but youthful appearance is
probably a lucky gene passed on to Shaun by her. Don't know who passed on
the gay gene, but I'm glad to have Shaun on our team. I ask, "How's the
shoulder, Robby?" He pulls the pickup away from the curb, cheerfully
stating, "It's good to go, Dylan. We're good to go too, and I'm excited
about that prospect."  I mutter, "Ooou, I'm glad to hear that." Robby
grins, saying, "Ryan's great, but there's only one Dylan." He had to drop
Ryan's name in the conversation, of course, but aside from that everything
else he said bodes well for me. Maybe I'm worried about losing Robby for no
reason. I ask, still needing reassurances, "Um, you still love me as much
as ever, Robby?" He looks over at me with another grin, "Yep! My love for
you hasn't diminished a bit, in fact it's grown. My feelings for Ryan don't
detract from my feelings for you at all. It's just another layer of
experience for me. Like you said, it's a good thing to experiment some. You
know, for when I'm with you as your lover, say five or ten years from now,
I don't need to wonder what might have been. I'll know I've got the best
boyfriend out of all I've ever met." I go, "Yeah, but just until the fall,
right Robby?" He's like, "Absolutely! You and me will have a serious powwow
just before beginning our sophomore year. We'll work up a plan of attack
going forward. You and I are a given, but the side issues will be resolved
one way or the other." Hmmm, that sounds like Robby may want some wiggle
room as far as that deadline goes, but I'm good with that, and especially
because he said that thing about him and I being together is 'a
given'. That puts my mind at ease. Okay! This is gonna be alright after
all.

Robby's in a really good mood, and why shouldn't he be, he's got his twin
boyfriends just where he wants them. I didn't know how much I needed Robby
until I realized I might lose him. I'll need to focus on Robby more than in
the past, but at the same time, him having another boyfriend sorta opens
things up for me in the short term. Until the end of the summer
anyway. Robby and I can feel comfortable about the experimenting he
mentioned, so that means my conscience gets a rest, which it can use. I'm
feeling good too, not as much as Robby maybe, but I'm feeling good. And I
even like Ryan, although I'd like him more if he weren't in love with my
boyfriend. Robby says, "I'm thinking of a burr haircut this time,
Dylan. You fixed up the couple of little mistakes I made with Ryan's
haircut and it looks real good. Whaddaya you think?" Well, I'm not thrilled
about Robby wanting the same haircut Ryan has, but I gotta think
differently than I used to, especially where Robby's concerned. No pouting
or bitchin' about small matters. I've been taught not to do that by Willie,
so I'll apply that same approach to Robby. I answer him with, "You look
good with any hair style Robby, but you mentioned a while back you wanted a
buzz cut for the summer." I reach over and run my fingers through his
two-tone blond hair. It's about two inches long now, combed with a
part. Very preppy. He simply says, "I've changed my mind," and I go, "Then
a burr haircut it'll be." I can't stop myself from adding, "Just like
Ryan's." Robby glances over, asking, "What, you mind if he and I have the
same haircut?" I'm quick to say, "Honestly? Well, I would have before, but
not now, Robby. Really." He smiles, "Thanks for not giving me a hard time
about it, Dylan. You and me used to always have the same haircut when we
worked together on the lawn cutting crew. The college guys called us the
Bobbsey twins, remember?" I go, "Oh yeah, they were cool though." Robby
says, "So were we." "You got that right, Robby, and we still are.. heh
heh." Okay, tomorrow he'll probably focus on Ryan, show Ryan he's important
too, but today's my day. I'm good with that. Not really, but I can take it
if I need to. As we approach the entrance to our apartment building's main
entrance, a UPS truck pulls our of a spot next to the door. Robby mutters,
"Oh good, a decent parking spot for once." Is he kidding?! He always gets a
good parking spot. Oh brother!

Inside the apartment, I ask, "Ya wanna grab a smoke before we start,
Robby?" He nods that he does, then gets a hand behind my head to pull me to
him, mumbling, "Yeah, but first this," and our lips meet and once again I
overdo the hugging and groping 'cause I'm starving for Robby's
affection. My arms wrap around his neck and I plaster my crotch against
his. I've been so hungry for him our teeth scrape together in my
anxiousness to have my tongue fill his mouth. My nose rubs back and forth
on Robby's, saliva drooling from both our mouths, moaning sounds from our
throats. When making out with Robby I'm mentally and physically more alert
than normal. More alert to every sensation and emotion my brain's
receiving. Robby's so incredibly hot to me now, I try devouring him. This
is turning into a desperation make-out and we're both intensely into each
other. Boners come up for air as we breathe into each others mouths, then
our lips and tongues spread spit over each other's faces before meeting to
connect lips to lips once again, and the sucking, kissing, and squirming
together continues with a lot of bodily contact. Robby gets his awesome
tongue in my mouth this time as my fingers massage his skull and play with
his beautiful hair. My cock is leaking already, my boner aching as Robby's
scent fills my head. Ohhh, I'll never love, or want another boy in all my
life like I want and love Robby right now. He rubs a hand over my head
while our tongues dance, then his hands come down to my waist and he undoes
the button on my jeans, so I drop my hands to pull his sweatpants and
underwear under his balls. Feeling the wetness of Robby's precum, I moan
with desire and my boner trembles as the lips of my ass quiver. My face is
red and hot, my breathing shallow as my boner stretches and expands until
I'm afraid the skin will split. Both our faces are wet with spit, and our
cocks are dropping pearls of precum; we're both gasping for
oxygen. Wordlessly Robby pulls his head away, his eyes are so blue it's
shocking. I mumble, "Robby" as he gasps, and then turns me around roughly
and pushes his cock up my ass. The exquisite, sensuous first slide inside
my rectum is a tremendous relief and a world of pleasure at the same
time. The initial stretching of my anus, then the feel of his boner's head
and shaft, fat and hot going up and up. I press my body back against his
chest, my ass pressing against his balls as a long moan of sexual relief
drones out of me. A humiliating desperate sound of lust and desire; an
intense craving for one boy in the world, the one with his cock up my
ass. My boner throbs as a big precum drop falls to splat on the floor. His
cock is fat, hard, and hot up my ass. Robby's grunting with anxious
anticipation as he gets his arms around me just above my groin and squishes
my pelvic area back against his groin leaving his engorged penis inside me
for ten seconds or so, then with a sigh of pleasure he fucks me hard and
fast. The luscious, rhythmic humping of his cock in and out goes on and
on. My eyes tear-up as I suck on my lips and do another embarrassing, long
moan feebly uttering Robby's name. His cock pounds inside me squishing my
buttocks with each penetration sending me into a world of erotic
sensations; exactly the world I want to be in. We're both making too much
noise in our throats to be cool about this. This is a desperate
sexual-needs fuck that has me licking my lips wildly while rubbing my
nipples and I'm in a sea of ecstasy. It would me embarrassing for me to
watch myself if we were being videoed. I'm writhing against Robby with an
overwhelming sense of relief and pleasure, my shoulders shuddering and my
cock's sticking straight out from my body hard and pulsating; I don't care
about anything except the need for Robby's fuck. He pulls his boner out of
my ass and smacks my ass a few times hard, then rams his cock all the way
inside me again, and again holds me tightly against him as he swivels his
hips extracting every ounce of pleasure he can for his incredibly hard, hot
throbbing cock. Robby's breathing loudly, exhaling against the back of my
head, then he does little bites and licks on my shoulder sending chills and
shivers down my spine as I whimper in the intense pleasure my body is
absorbing. He catches his breath and fucks me again with hard drives of his
boner, grunting and moaning himself now. As my climax builds in strength,
sweat appears between Robby and me, and on my forehead dripping down to my
nose. Erotic sensations cover me from head to foot and three minutes later,
when the first spurt of cum roars up from my nuts and two thousand nerves
at the base of my scrotum come alive and my balls recess into my body, the
pleasure-tour gets even more intense. It builds and builds, tantalizing the
shaft of my boner and sending the head of my cock into a frenzy, the pee
slit opens and closes, then out comes a quick moving spurt of thick creamy
teen cum followed by a long stream that has me squealing, my head back on
Robby's shoulder moving it from left to right, bumping the side of Robby's
chin with each roll to the left. The awesomeness of the ejaculation
triggers two thousand nerves at the base of my cock and four thousand at
the head, as pleasure rolls over me. The next shorter spurt of cum is
accompanied by the same embarrassing squeal I made with the first one and I
call out Robby's name, drawing it out, "Oooh, Robbieeeee". He makes
desperate sounds of his own, humping his cock hard up my ass, groaning,
then begins making the squeaking noises he makes before he has his
orgasm. One last hard thrust up my ass, then pressing against me for all
he's worth he unloads his sperm up my ass and I feel a warmth and wetness
momentarily, then once again as more cum is pumped up from his nuts into my
rectum, then yet again before he starts fucking me wildly in his own
sperm. It drools out from my rectum as I'm stroking my boner moaning with
the wonderful aftereffects of climaxing. This time at climax, I couldn't
pinpoint a single sensation; I couldn't recognize if my toes curled or my
hair tingled or the shots of electricity on the inside of my thighs that
cause those sensations that are close to pain... nothing specific, because
it all happened at once with the first thick spurt and all the pleasure
sense in my body kept rolling over me right through all three ejaculation
streams that followed. I'm weak as a kitten now with an enormous feeling of
sexual relief thanks to my lover, my true love, Robby.

Robby leaves his cock up my ass as we snuggle together, his arms around me,
my arms behind me with a hand on each of his firm, pale pink, hairless butt
cheeks. My heads lolling on his shoulder as he gives me little kisses. Then
I strain my neck to the side and our lips meet for a sweet lover's kiss. I
can still feel my heart fluttering and Robby's beating against my
back. We're both out of breath, still no words, just affection and the
sharing of our bodies... me wishing we were naked. The last words uttered
from either of us the last ten minutes were from Robby when he said, 'Yeah,
but first this,' and the times I called out his name. After a while our
heartbeats and breathing return to normal, but my ass and his groin are
sweaty and there's cum running down the back of my ass and thighs; I'm very
happy and contented at the moment, happy about both those
situations. Finally Robby says, "I love you, Dylan. Have I mentioned that
to you?" I quietly say, "Yes you have, but not as often as I wish you
would." He's reaches down to stroke my cock, asking, "How long should I
keep my penis in your rectum?" I say, "Until it gets hard again," and he
chuckles, saying, "You know I had nooo idea I was going to do this. My
urgent desire for you took over my brain, it was a totally extemporaneous
sexual experience." I go, "Good, then it don't count. You still need to
fuck me a recreational fuck, and then a lover's fuck when we go to bed." He
says, "Oh yeah, I haven't any intentions of counting this. What shall we
call this fuck, anyway?" I go, "Well, it definitely needs a name so you
don't forget it. I think you already named it though; it'll be our
'spontaneous' fuck. It'll be for those special times when we do it without
expecting it." He mutters, "You're so delicious I think I need to add this
'spontaneous fuck' as a regular activity of ours. What do you think?" I go,
"Wooo! That's a staggeringly stunning idea!"
 He chuckles and says, "So are you, Dylan," as he pulls his cock from my
body. I go, "Ohhh, that felt so good, Robby," and he says, "Good? It felt
fantastic, the second best fuck I've had all week. Should be take a shower
now, you're all cummy." "Yeah, I wish we could do it together though, the
shower I mean." Robby says, "Wish we could too, but in our little shower it
wouldn't be too cool. I'll go first, but before that how 'bout that
cigarette you mentioned." I mumble, "Good idea," as I pull up my underwear
and jeans, then press my hand on my ass so some of the cum gets absorbed
and stops drooling down my legs. Willie got me used to wearing cum-soaked
clothes so it's no problem for me now. I'm feeling fine, really
fine. Completely happy with my world once again; that was an absolutely
perfect sexual encounter, with just the absolutely right sex partner too.

Out on the balcony, Robby and I are high on each other. We talk about our
spontaneous fuck and then I remember something he said earlier, "Hey, you
said this was the second best fuck you've had all week. What was the best?"
He says, "No, I said that wrong. This one we just had was the best of the
week, but that stand-up fuck I laid on your ass Monday was so different and
so hot it's my second best fuck of the week. You know, it was my first
attempt at being a real dominant sex partner with you. Dude, my climax came
on me so hard, I nearly fainted. You were so perfectly submissive during
the sex, it really turned me on. You know, because you acted as submissive
as Ryan does. It's routine with him, but you're the major leagues for me,
so I thought it was very special. Different than what you and me are used
to, and you were such a willing participant, it just rocked my world to see
you so into it so eagerly." I go, "We'll do it again than, I can take it."
Robby shrugs, "I've been thinking about that and I don't know if I feel
right doing that with you because of the spanking and ball-crunching, ya
know? You insisted on me doing you like I do Ryan and I thought I owed it
to you to show you what he and I came up with, but I figured it was one and
done from your point of view." I make a face at Robby like, 'Ya kidding me?
One and done?' He does it with Ryan all the time so why not me? I say, "If
you do it with Ryan, why not me?" Blowing a stream of smoke from his mouth,
he's like, "You really want it? I mean, didn't it hurt?" I go, "Well that
would be a big fat yes, but I don't want Ryan getting ahead of me." Robby
waves at me, "It's not a competition, Dylan. I don't mind if you don't like
having sex like that, I really don't. It was just the novelty of it, a
first time thing that got me stoked-up. Seeing you reacting submissive like
that, that's all." Making another face, this time like, 'it was no big
deal'. Then I casually mumble, "I just don't wanna take any chances on
losing ground," making it seem like I'm joking, but I'm dead serious. Robby
might think it doesn't matter now, but he might think differently in the
future, like 'Hey, Dylan thinks he's too good to be fucked like Ryan,' or
something like that. Robby's having none of it though, "Ryan will never be
ahead of you in my mind, or in my heart, Dylan. Are you kidding with that?
That's literally an impossibility... this is a temporary fling for me." I
flick my cigarette butt off my crotch, saying, "That's nice to hear, Robby,
and you're the boss, but once in a while why not do me like you do Ryan?"
Robby watches me pick my cigarette butt off the floor and flick it
backwards so that now it bounces off the sliding glass doors. I'm cursing
and kicking at it. He's laughing at me, so I say, "I'm fucking doing this
on purpose ya know? To get you to laugh." He hugs me, "Sure you are. And
okay, you win, after my haircut I'll do the dominant, stand-up fuck on you,
but without the dialogue 'cause I feel silly after doing that with you. I
do it for Ryan because he says it's more fun for him that way. Everybody's
different." My hand goes to my crotch as I recall the ball-crunching, but
I'm still gonna do it. I'm a little curious if it'll have the same erotic
effect on me it had the first time. Jeez, my spunk just poured out of me
Monday... I was so hot for Robby. During that fuck, when I was about ready
to climax Robby gave a last squeeze on my nuts, and they were way up the
top of my scrotum when he did it, and I shot off like never before. But,
Robby's right of course, all that spanking and ball crunching is a little
sick; different things turn on different guys. What's hot for one may seem
disgusting to others. Basically, it's just so great to have Robby to myself
today, especially because he seems to feel the same way.

We we go inside and I get the barber clippers out. Robby goes, "Dylan, lets
get the studying out of the way first. It's hanging over my head like a
dark cloud and I don't want to be thinking about it all weekend. We have
our first final exam on Monday and it's got me jumpy." Studying is the last
thing I want to do, but Ryan never argues with Robby so I'll try that
approach. "Sounds like a good idea, Robby." He fakes like he's startled,
"No argument? I can hardly believe you're agreeable. I thought I'd need to
talk you into studying." I go, "No, not at all. It'd ruin our weekend
thinking all that studying is still there to be done, we should get started
on it like you said. And, by the way, whaddaya wanna do this weekend?" He
says, "I'm not sure, but I promised Ryan we'd get together. And I hope
you'll join us hanging-out at the mall or something?" Swallowing my
attitude that Ryan's in the picture this weekend, I say, "Sure, thanks for
inviting me."  Robby's shaking his head, "I'm sorry, Dylan. I said that the
wrong way. Of course you and me are going to spend most of our time
together, but Saturday afternoon I said I'd see Ryan, and not for sexy
reasons either. The three of us will do something." Hearing that, I'm
slightly feeling better about things. To be goofy, I suggest, "Let's study
naked," which Robby laughs at, but then says, "I'll compromise," and he
pulls his sweatshirt over his head exposing his awesome torso. I do the
same and Robby goes, "What a body, Dylan, let me feel it," and we hug and
kiss for a minute. Damn! It feels so good, skin against skin. We sit
together at the desk reviewing all Robby's notes, our bare arms touching
and occasionally either Robby or me will put their arm across the other's
bare shoulders and we'll kiss a bit. It sure feels like a lot of love
coming from Robby, which shouldn't surprise me considering our history
together; I know I've got a lot of love for him now, too. We begin studying
about five o'clock and we're soon really getting into it asking each other
questions from the sample final exam in the book, and then picking out
other facts one of us thinks might be on the test. A little before seven
Robby goes, "You gonna keep me at this all night, Dylan?" I go, "I'm a
serious student as you know, Robby. Let's go until ten or eleven tonight."
He goes, "Riiiight! I'm done, dude. We got this exam partially nailed
down. It's a start anyway, but I'm looking at an 'A' for this course." I'm
thinking, 'It'd be my first 'A' if it happens. I've never studied two hours
for one test before in my life'. Maybe it will happen now that I've
followed Robby's study habits. If it does it's gonna make Chubby jealous,
heehee. "Lets do the haircut, Dylan, we can grab something to eat later."
I'm like, "That's cool, but lets do the stand-up fuck before dinner, okay?"
Robby laughs, saying, "You're pushing for it, so goddammit, you're gonna
get it. I wanna take care of my boyfriend, especially my special number one
boyfriend for life," and he hugs me and we kiss again. This is awesome, all
the lovin' stuff we've been doing this afternoon is so wonderful it almost
makes up for Robby ignoring me all week. Robby's being sincere about it
too, I know him too well for him to be faking it. I really do believe he
loves me like always, like when he sang that song to me on our reunion
night. That was so sweet! If he ever sings me another song I'll sure
appreciate it more now that I know about Ryan.

It's sexy cutting my boyfriend's hair; and extra special because we both
have our shirts off. Better for the intimate parts of my haircutting
technique. Cutting Robby's hair is sexier than cutting my other friends
hair, although that's sexy too. I like the way the boys sit docilely for me
as I'm cutting their hair. It's like they have faith in me, they trust me
and it's a good feeling. I always try really hard not to disappoint them,
even someone I don't know that well like Ray, or like Shaun who's coming
for a haircut Tuesday. I say, "Robby, remember the boy at Stop & Shop, who
you thought was fifteen? The kid you saw when you picked me up today." He
says, "Yeah, cute kid in a funny sorta way." I go, "Yeah, he's kinda got a
flat face, but you're right, he is cute. Well, he's coming over for a
haircut Monday or Tuesday, I forget exactly." Robby's like, "Really? Do I
need to be here as a lifeguard for that innocent boy?" He's joking, of
course. I go, "Funny you should mention that because he did tell me he's
gay, but I have no plans for any hanky-panky with the lad." Robby's sitting
on the stool, I have clippers in my hand, explaining, "Since you want a
burr haircut, the sides will be shorter than usual. It'll be a quarter-inch
on the sides and back, tapered longer near the top to the half-inch hairs
on top. I can do a little longer version, which is what I recommend, but
that's the length of Ryan's because you'd already cut his hair on top to a
half-inch." Robby says, "Do it just like Ryan's, okay?" Damn, that fucking
jealousy thing overtakes me again for a second, and I want to ask why he
wants the same haircut as Ryan's, but I take a deep breath and tell myself
it's not that important, and it's not; especially after the spontaneous
fuck Robby and I had earlier. I mutter, "Okay, no problem," and run the
clippers up the back of his hair cutting off lots and lots of blond hair
which falls from the clippers over my hand onto the tile floor; silky
hairs. After one run up the sides I hold the clippers away and put my arm
around Robby's neck to snuggle my face next to his, murmuring, "I love you
so much, Robby. So much I can't express it properly, but please know that I
do." He reaches up with his hands to hold onto my arm that's around his
neck, saying quietly,"I feel the same way about you, but I can only hope
you'll someday be in love with me as much as I am with you. I think you're
closer to that now than ever before, and it's wonderful. Nothing makes me
happier than your love." I give his cheek a long wet kiss, then he gets his
head turned around to the side and we do a long French kiss that raises a
boner in my pants. My nose presses against his cheek inhaling Robby's scent
and I feel so much love for him. It's magical and a little mysterious
too. I'm so infatuated with Robby it's almost scary. I'll never mistake my
feelings for Willie as love again because I know what love is now, and it's
the way I feel about Robby. Robby and me whisper to each other various
reasons we love each other until it's almost sickeningly sweet, but I love
saying and hearing these terms of endearment. I know personally that every
word I say is from my heart and I hope Robby can say the same because it
gives me faith that I'm not gonna lose him to Ryan, or anyone else.

When I resume the haircut I'm almost dizzy with happiness, while at the
same time I'm pissed at myself for being so cavalier about Robby's love in
the past. I'm pissed at myself that he felt he needed a backup boyfriend to
be safe. He might not have thought of it exactly like that, maybe it was
subconscious, but I know I didn't return to Robby nearly enough of his
words of deep love to me in the past. I took them for granted, but no
more. I gulp, then ask, "Ya want something to drink, Robby?" He says he
does so we share a Snapple as Robby sits on the stool with just that one
line of quarter-inch hair running up the back of his head. It looks wicked
short compared to the other hairs on his head. Finished with my drink, I
start in again with the haircut. By the time I've cut all around the sides
and back I have another boner in my pants. This one is only a semi-boner
presently, but it's been gaining stiffness for the past couple of
minutes. Am I getting that damn haircut fetish that Dodger has? I've always
liked cutting boy's hair, but this is my first stiffy while doing the
actual cutting. Maybe it's just because it's Robby's hair and I've realized
my deep love for him lately, like I've never felt to this extent
before. Also, this is a shorter haircut than I've ever given Robby. The
combination of those two things may have brought on my boner. I'm not
complaining about it because it always feels good getting a boner, but it
surprises me. Robby feels the hair at the back of his head, going, "Wow,
that's really short, Dylan." I say, "Same length as Ryan's," and Robby
mutters, "I should have listened to you, this is shorter than I've ever had
my hair cut." I ask, "Do you want me to go longer on top than Ryan's?" He
shrugs, going, "Fuck, I guess not. I'll go all the way," and he gives me
the sweetest grin with a shrug of his bare, athletic shoulders and I have
to hug him again with my cheek against his. I murmur, "Sorry to be so
touchy-feely Robby, but I can't help myself anymore. You're so hot to me
it's nuts." His hand reaches back to rub my head, as he says, "Oh Dylan,
there's never enough touching from you. Touch and feel me all you want and
I'd still want more." It's almost an out-of-control emotional situation
with me now. Robby's like an obsession with me, but I need to control
myself somehow or I'll look like a fool. After another long kiss on Robby's
cheek, I reluctantly go back to the haircut, yearning for that stand-up
fuck that Robby said he'd do afterwards. Getting myself together, I tell
Robby, "A burr haircut is a lot like a buzz cut except a buzz cut leaves
the hair the same length on the top, sides, and back. A burr is shorter on
the sides and back; that's why it feels so short to you." Then I put a
half-inch guide on the clippers and start at Robby's hairline above his
forehead and run the clippers across his head. Jesus! A ton of Robby's hair
falls to the floor. So much it's almost scary, but my boner says
otherwise. Just like the first line of quarter-inch hair at the back looked
wicked short compared to the longer hairs next to them, the line of
half-inch hair looks really short compared to the two-inch long hairs
remaining on the top. Not for long though, as I run the clippers over the
top of his head repeatedly until all the hairs are the same length. Then a
second run to be sure I haven't overlooked a random longer hair. Now
Robby's hair is indeed as short as his boyfriend, Ryan's. Which is just
what Robby wanted. Even though my boner is raging and feeling so good, I
still find a petty thought slipping into my mind. I'm thinking, 'Well
Robby, you wanted a haircut like your other boyfriend, and now you got
it. Wait'll you get a look at yourself!' Then I blank that jealous thought
out, and say, "It looks cool on you, Robby. Any haircut would, but the way
I needed to get used to my extreme haircut in Key West, you'll probably
need to get used to this one. Especially going from the longest I ever
remember your hair being, to the shortest." He goes, "Nah, haircut lengths
aren't all that important as long as it's cut well, and I know you did an
excellent job." I go, "Well, ya got that right," and kiss him again,
mumbling, "Thanks for saying that."

I still need to use clippers over the comb to taper the sides at the top,
from a half-inch and work my way down to a quarter-inch, which is the
length for most of the sides and back. His haircut will even look shorter
when I'm done with this. Lastly, I use the trimmers around the ears and
taper the hairs at the neck. Robby's right actually, this haircut is very
well-cut, but it is quite a short one all the same. Still, it's not as
short as the haircut I have, or the one Willie and I got a couple of
summers ago near that Army base when we stayed in Sea Isle City. Squeezing
the back of Robby's neck, then kissing his cheek for the tenth time, I say,
"All done, Robby," and run my hand over his burr haircut thinking, 'It
feels good.' Robby mutters, "Thanks," and then runs his hand all over his
head too, "Sure feels like Ryan's haircut. I'm afraid to look though." I
chuckle, saying, "It's just what you asked for," and pass him the handheld
mirror. Robby looks at his new haircut, saying, "You sure did a good job,
Dylan, but I think I'll take your advice next time." I go, "Hey, you cut my
hair shorter on Monday than this." He's like, "Oh, I'm not
complaining. It's just like you said, I'm used to longer hair these past
two months, and why'd you let me go so long between haircuts anyway? You
usually remind me." He's regretting his choice of haircut probably, and
trying to blame me somehow, but I've no intention of arguing with him like
I used to do all the time. Certainly they weren't serious arguments then;
they were differences of opinion. I say, "Yeah, sorry about that,
Robby. I'll stay on top of it from now on." Robby smiles at me, "I like the
new Dylan a lot, but I know you wanted to argue, you were thinking that
it's not your place to be my mom, telling me when I need to get a
haircut. Didn't you want to say that?" I go, "No, not at all," but I blurt
out a laugh, adding, "Actually yes, but I'm trying to stay on your good
side so Ryan doesn't steal you from me." Robby's still looking at his hair
in the mirror, and running his hand over the top. He mutters, "Well,
there's no chance of that, Dylan. Feel free to argue with me all you want
'cause no one's gonna steal me from you, ever." Robby gets off the stool,
saying, "I like the haircut, thanks for doing such a good job. Hey, maybe
next time you can cut it like you did Dodger's and then you and I can have
the same haircut again. How 'bout that?" I go, "I'm holding you to that,
Robby! Don't try backing out." He goes, "No way I'm backing out, Dylan,
it's a promise." That reminds me, "I'm gonna cut Dodger's boyfriend,
Vinnie's, hair like that this weekend, so you'll see another example of my
talented haircutting." Robby's like, "I already saw Dodger's and your's, it
is distinctive looking." Robby's brushing his shoulders with his hand and I
join in, loving the feel of him. He goes, "As soon as we clean up the hair
and stuff I'm gonna give you that infamous Ryan stand-up fuck." Ooou, I
like the sound of that, but I wish he hadn't added Ryan's name to it. I
say, "Oh man, my second time today." Robby gets the dustpan and brush from
the utility closet, saying, "And, to make up for my selfishness in ignoring
you all week, ignoring the boyfriend I love more than life itself, we're
gonna do a lover's fuck late tonight too." I say, "A trifecta! It's almost
worth the agony of not having sex with you all week, but not really." Robby
hugs me, "I'm sorry for that, Dylan, but we're good now, right?" I say,
"Good as gold, Robby," and we kiss a nice kiss of love and all's forgiven
as far as I'm concerned, for now anyway. Robby was proving a point to me I
guess, and it worked pretty well. Most importantly I no longer doubt he
loves me like he always has. I just didn't know his love was as important
to me as it is, and now I do. Can't take that kinda love for granted
anymore. Robby empties the pile of hair, that was once part of him, into
the trash and I clean the barber clippers. Then Robby says, "Get those
pants down to your knees and get ready for your spanking". Hmmm, I'm
wondering if I should have insisted on this, but I don't want little Ryan
to seem tougher than me, so....

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

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