Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2012 05:32:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR  chapter  46  by Donny Mumford

			   DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

				Chapter  46

			     by  Donny Mumford


Friday afternoon and early evening were great for Robby and me, and then we
left the apartment and things went downhill fast from there. Two fucked-up
attempts to have diner at a nice restaurant and then, when we finally
give-up on a regular restaurant and decide to just get a pizza, we ran into
Ryan and his friend, Felix. For me things deteriorated after that, but
maybe not to a disastrous level because I managed to keep my cool, and
maybe Robby's learned a lesson. What that lesson is, I'm not quite sure. It
certainly sucked for me, especially the part were Robby slipped in a quick
fuck on Ryan's flat ass. To Robby'a credit he confessed this slippage
during our awkward ride home and I managed not to blow a major gasket, but
when we get home Robby's feeling guilty and therefore acting the sad sack
role, probably feeling sorry for himself at the same time. At least that's
basically what I do whenever I get caught screwing around and being unfair
to Robby.  It's almost midnight now and I need to get some sleep because
I'll be up by eight tomorrow morning; I've got to work my Saturday shift at
Stop & Shop. We're mostly quiet puttering around in our bedroom getting
undressed and using the bathroom, with the drunk stumbling into me and
apologizing for it. I get in bed first and then Robby turns out the light a
few minutes later and climbs in after me. I mutter, "Goodnight, Robby," and
he asks, "Don't you want me to hug you, and what about a goodnight kiss?"
Oh fuck!  I'm surely not in the mood, but we both slide to the middle of
the mattress and Robby gets his arms around me, then does a nice
toothpaste-breath kiss on my lips. "I'm really, really sorry I let Ryan
talk me into that, Dylan. Today was suppose to be our day and it was great
until I messed-up. Are you terribly mad at me?" He's basically doing that
thing the lady in Stop & Shop did when she rudely used her carriage to
cut-off and butt in front of a man who was about to get in line for check
out. Now that she's at the front of the line, she exclaimed how sorry she
is. I guess in today's world you do whatever you want, and then say you're
sorry which makes it all okay. Plus, if that's that not enough in Robby's
case, he also wants me to convince him I'm not mad at him. And that, along
with him saying he's sorry, will further be proof he didn't actually do
anything all that wrong. Actually, compared to things I've done he didn't
do anything all that bad, but I can't help milking the situation just a
little. I go, "Mad at you? Why on earth would I be mad at you? I mean, we
have the kind of relationship where both of us can experiment with other
boys." He goes, "Yeah, and we have that arrangement so we'll know we made
the right choice with each other, which we already know we have, but just
in case... or, um, right?" I go, "I'm pretty sure it's something like
that". He says, "I'm so impressed you're being cool about my lack of
willpower, but I'm hating on myself for doing that. Still, today was
suppose to be just you and me so I feel really fucking guilty about
screwing it up." Now he apparently wants me to try cheering him up when
he's the one that's been a prick tonight. I mutter, "I'm real tired Robby,
is it okay if we go to sleep now?" He like, "Oh yeah, sure, I'm tired too
and to be honest my head is spinning. I can't drink!" No shit, but that's
the last thing I'm aware of until now, at eight-fifteen in the morning. Oh
goodie, I'm going to be late for work too if I don't get my ass moving. I
didn't drink last night so no hangover and so I can get my ass moving and
take a quick shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, grab Robby's keys to the
pickup, check on Robby who hasn't stirred, and I'm out the door... no
coffee, and nothing for breakfast, and I'm frazzled. Not a good way to
start the day.

Making it to work with three minutes to spare requires me running two
yellow light, but I make it. Checking-in at the office and then grabbing my
apron, and while putting it on, Rudy says, "Donny, you're looking good as
always. It must be a bitch fighting off all the college girls who throw
themselves at you." I force a laugh, mumbling, "Not really," and he goes,
"You're bagging for the first hour and forty-five minutes on register ten
with Shawn Dunlevy; he'll be working the register." I go, "Do I take my
break after that?" He's halfway down the steps when he yells back, "Of
course..." and he's gone. Fast moving guy. I hope Rudy got the the name
right for the boy I'll be working with; hopefully it'll either be Shaun
Sullivan or Cory Dunlevy, so either will work okay as far as I'm concerned.
Then I'm down the steps to the main floor and looking at the lines of
registers... surprise, it actually is Shaun working the register; Rudy got
Shaun's first name right for once; this is the second time this week Shaun
and I will be working together. Tying the apron around my waist as I walk
toward Shaun, I'm thinking maybe things will start going my way today. The
apron we wear aren't the kind a woman would wear in the kitchen, by the
way. Stop & Shop aprons are dark green and made of a soft canvas-like
material and seem masculine somehow. A loop goes over the head and the
apron reaches just below my crotch with two big pockets in front. Hard to
describe actually, but all of us part timers wear one and no one complains
about it. Catching Shaun's eye, I give a little flip of my hand in greeting
and he shoots me with his forefinger, then goes back to bagging the
groceries he's just rung up on the register. I give him a pat on the
shoulder when I get to him, "I'll take over, Shaun, how you doing today?"
He steps back to the register and accepts some money from the customer,
then gives change, saying to me, "I'm good, Dylan. You ready for a Saturday
morning at Stop & Shop?" I go, "Not really, but I guess I'd better be." I
glance up and see three carriages in our line waiting to be
checked-out. Shaun and I don't get a chance to talk at all because it's a
typically busy Saturday morning. We get relieved at quarter to eleven and I
say, "I gotta grab a donut and a coffee; I didn't have anything to eat this
morning." Shaun walks down to the take-out counter with me and he gets a
coffee too. We pay, then take our drinks and my donut outside to the
smoking bench where I discover Shaun's a coffee-slurper. He makes that
slurping sound by sucking too-hot coffee off the top of his paper cup,
saying, "Hot!" I bite my donut, muttering, "Duh!  Ya think?" Lighting a
cigarette, Shaun says, "Hey, I think there's a gay kid in my homeroom; one
I never suspected of being gay." I go, "Oh yeah?"  and he's like, "Yeah, I
glanced over his shoulder during study hall yesterday and he was reading
OUT magazine. That's a clue, isn't it?" I've never heard of the magazine,
but I say, "I'll say! Is he cute?" Shaun slurps more coffee; if he wasn't
almost adorable, the slurping would be annoying. He goes, "Nah, but he's
got great lips and a nice ass. Oh yeah, he also has dandruff." I go, "Major
turnoff there, dude," and he asks, "Ya ever cut anyone's hair with
dandruff?" I mutter, "That'd be a big fat, NO!" Shaun chuckles, "Are we
still on for Tuesday after our shift?" "For your haircut? Yeah, ya wanna
stay for some dinner afterwards?" Another slurping drink of his coffee and
a drag on his cigarette, then, "I can't stay for dinner, but can we mess
around some?" I told him the other day that he's too young for me, and I
told Robby I had no plans to do anything sexy with Shaun during the
haircut, but that was before Robby fucked Ryan last night. And of course,
there was no lovers fuck from Robby last night or this morning; another
Robby promise bites the dust. So, with that in mind, I ask, "Do ya wanna
mess around?"  He goes, "I already more or less told you I do. You know,
the other day when you said I was a little boy," and he laughs a little. I
go, "I never fuckin' said that! Yeah, I'd like to mess around with you,"
and I rub my hand in his hair. This time he exaggeratedly leans his head
over towards me. We both laugh because we talked about him pulling his head
away the first time I touched his head.

It's amazing how certain guys can easily relate to each other and quickly
become friends, and it's so difficult with others. And I don't necessarily
mean just gay friends, any two guys. Some boys you just warm up to quickly,
and that's what's apparently happening with Shaun and me. Aren't I the
lucky one though. He seemed so aloof before, but when we finally got
talking we discovered we like each other. I wonder if that's what happened
to Robby and Ryan? And why can't I get them two out of my mind? Shaun tells
me his brother's not coming with him. The younger teen wants to see how
Shaun's haircut turns out before he'll take a chance on the free haircut,
and his folks probably pay for his haircuts anyway, so 'free' isn't an
incentive to him. Shaun works and obviously pays for his haircuts himself;
of course, I'm just guessing about all this. I go, "No problem, let him go
SuperCuts for another cookie-cutter haircut". And then we get laughing
exchanging a few lewd comments, and risqué double entendre regarding our
messing around together after his haircut. Good thing his younger brother's
not going to be in attendance for that. Shaun even gives me a grab at my
junk, which got me looking around to see if anyone's watching us. Nothing
to worry about with that though, and we walk back in the supermarket with
me squeezing the back of Shaun's skinny neck. I'm psyched for Tuesday
now. If Chubby or Robby are present, however, all bets are off, and I
mentioned that to Shaun. He goes, "Here's hoping your roommates are busy
Tuesday afternoon." Actually there's a fairly good chance they will be,
especially Robby now that Ryan's openly in the picture. That thought
increases my anticipation of some sexy time with Shaun, while at the same
time it eases my conscience about inaccurately telling Robby I had no sexy
plans regarding Shaun. After break Shaun is bagging for a heavy set kid
named Rex and I'm on stock room duty. Rita assigns me to shelving many
boxes of Campbell soup cans. Easy work, but boring. That's until Matthew
Flowers comes up behind me, asking, "Have you been on your break yet,
Dylan?" I go, "Hey, Matthew, how ya doing?" Then, "Yeah, I had break
already, sorry," and he says, "Damn, I guess I'm stuck with fat
Albert. He's out there smoking now." I ask, "Do you smoke?" He says, "When
I can afford them, but it's not a regular thing with me; mostly just at
parties where other kids are smoking. I can take 'em or leave 'em, ya
know?" I mumble, "No, I don't know 'cause I'm hooked on the habit. I'm
going to quit when I graduate college." He says, "Good luck with that. Hey,
I broke up with my girlfriend." "Aww, too bad, Matthew. At least you can
get your haircut anyway you want now." He chuckles, muttering, "I'd get it
cut anyway I want with or without her approval, the bitch." I ask, "Did she
drop you?" Matthew shrugs, "More of a mutual agreement. She's horny and I
wasn't up for that so much, if you know what I mean. I just don't get
excited about doing it with her." I'm sitting on the floor putting cans of
soup on the bottom shelf, looking up at Matthew and nodding my head like
I'm sympathizing with him. I mumble, "Well, you know I'm gay, so if you
want to try that, I'll be more than happy to oblige." He shrugs again,
mumbling back at me, "That's crossed my mind ever since you told me you're
gay. It sorta hit home a little. I'm not saying I'm gay, so don't get me
wrong, but I have thought about it every once in a while." He does a
nervous laugh, and adds, "God, I can't believe I just said that to
you. I've never uttered a single word of that thought to another
soul. Jeez, it must be you." I smirk, saying in a funny way, "Guys can't
resist me, Matthew, it's not your fault." He rubs my hair, saying, "I'll
try to, how's that?" I go, "Aww, don't try too hard." He changes the
subject. "When ya gonna give me my free haircut?" Still stocking the soup
cans, I go, "Well, I'm going home for the weekend and I've got an
appointment Tuesday to give a haircut to another kid, so how 'bout
Thursday?" He says, "How 'bout Monday?" I shake my head, "I'm not working
Monday." He says, "I've got a car, I'll come over when you're out of
class. I'm working the uber early shift all next week." "Here's what we'll
do," and I give him my cell phone number telling him to call me Monday
about one o'clock and we'll make plans. He says, "Good deal. I'll do
that. I'm gonna grab a soda. See ya later, Dylan," and another head
rub. Man oh man, things are actually starting to go my way and it's about
time too. The thing is, I don't know when my day with Robby will be next
week so I need to work around that. I'm thinking it's been too long since
my last sexy adventure on the side, and that hits home especially hard to
me since Robby's getting it on with Ryan regularly, so I need me some
alley-catting around to even the playing field.

At one o'clock I drop off my apron and sign out. As I'm going down the
steps Cory Dunlevy's coming up. He's taking one step at a time, so I ask,
"What happened, Cory?" He looks up and blushes for some reason, then says,
"Oh, I twisted my ankle in gym class Wednesday. The fucker's killing me,
Dylan. Rudy says he'll put me on the register and bagging so I don't need
to move around much." I'm like, "Sorry, to hear that. Damn, I wanted to go
blowing again." He asks, "Would ya give me you're email address, maybe we
can hook up this summer some time. You don't live that far from here." I
go, "Cool," and I tell him how to contact me. He says, "Your email address
is easy enough to remember. Um, I wish we'd met earlier in the year, you're
an good guy, Dylan. It was cool the other night." I'm like, "Dude, I agree,
but there's always next semester. I'll be back at Merrimack in September
and working here again too, I hope." Cory nods his head while mysteriously
blushing again, then asks, "Ah, um, do you know Connor's email address?" I
say, "Yeah," and give it to him. He knows Connor's going in the Army ten
days after last semester, so I guess he'll email him there. And that's
awesome of him, Connor needs to know he's remembered. I pat Cory's
shoulder, saying, "Have fun today, it's busy as hell." He smirks,
"Saturdays are always a bitch, but not as bad as Sundays when the wives
send their husband and the kids shopping. The husbands don't know what
they're doing and it's a zoo." Going down stair slowly with Cory, I'm
muttering, "Jeez, too bad I never work on Sunday, that sounds like a
blast." He says, "It sucks, is what it does. See ya around, Dylan." I wave
and say the same to him, and when outside I find Shaun waiting for me. He
asks, "Any chance I can hitch a ride with you, Dylan. My mom texted me that
our car won't start. She called AAA, but it'll be a while." I put my arm
across his shoulders walking him to the pickup, saying, "Of course I'll
give you a ride. Where do you live?"  as I'm checking him out more
closely. He's got the smoothest, pale skin on his semi-flat face, and real
cute facial features. Almost a complexion like the Dickers boys, but no
blush spots at the cheekbones. And there's also Shaun's awesome soft fuzzy
hair that I like to touch. I wonder what the rest of him looks like, and if
I'll find that out Tuesday. I'm quite interested now, as he leans into me
like a gay boy should. I squeeze his shoulders, asking, in a semi-comical
way, "In your vast gay sexual experience, have you found a position you
prefer; as in 'top' or 'bottom'?"  He laughs, "My gay sexual experience is
limited to mostly oral sex with the exception of my last boyfriend, who was
also my first boyfriend; he preferred I be on the bottom." I go, "Ya don't
say..." Shaun adds, "Yep, I've been on the top, so to speak, only once in
my long life." We get in the pickup as I'm going, "Hmm, very
interesting. Did that topping experiences appeal to you?" He goes, "Before
I answer, because I want to get the answer right, which do you prefer?" I
start the pickup going, "Ah ha, you're versatile!  That's uber convenient."
He goes, "Probably I am, except I don't know exactly what you mean by
that." Backing out of the parking space, I mumble, "You like both top and
bottom, right?" He laughs, then says, "You didn't answer my question. It's
your turn to answer, so what do you prefer." I go, "Well, I've been lucky
enough, like you, to experience both and I do like one over the other." He
laughs again, saying, "And, that is...?" I laugh myself now, a little
embarrassed for some reason, but say, "Bottom, that's my preference, but
it's not etched in stone or anything. I can go either way with the right
boy." We're both covering all the bases and it seems the decision to mess
around after the haircut has been raised from just a possibility to an
accepted fact. He goes, "Oh, then I like to top best," and laughs because I
get the impression he's a little desperate for any kind of gay sexiness. I
say, "I lied, just to see what you'd say." He goes, "So did I 'cause I much
prefer to bottom." Pulling out onto route 114 I say, "I lied again," and he
goes, "I did too." So we got the nervous giggles a little bit, but I
believe we're both happy something's going to happen after his haircut. I
say, "We'll flip a coin, now where the hell do you live? Am I driving in
the right direction?" He lives in North Andover, but about eight miles from
my apartment. We drop the gay topic, having resolved that we're going to do
it, and talk about each other a little. Just surface stuff, but it helps us
get to know each other since we're apparently going to have some buddy sex
together. He's a very good kid and what I like especially is that he
doesn't mention anything negative about his gay nature. No angst about how
tough it is being a gay teen or anything like that. He's comfortable being
gay although, like me, only select people are in on that knowledge. That
group will grow year to year until everyone who knows us will know we're
gay.

After dropping Shaun off, I drive to the apartment where I find Robby still
looking guilty about his fuck of Ryan in Felix's bedroom last night. I'm in
a pretty good mood because of my conversations with Matthew and Shaun. As
I've said, gay boys gravitate to each other, and although the book's still
out on Matthew, the case is closed on Shawn. And Shaun's hotter than Ryan,
which I kinda like, but that's not to say Ryan's chopped liver because he's
pretty cool too although his habit of nagging Robby to get what he wants is
a pain in the ass. He's a manipulator, and therefore I'm not taking him
lightly. I give a cheerful, "Hiya, Robby. You look extra cute this
morning." He does half a grin, asking, "You're not mad at me anymore?" I
go, "Why, yes I am asa matter of fact, but I'm still happy to see you," and
I give him a kiss, asking, "Chubby already leave?" Robby bites his lip, not
sure if I'm still pissed or what, then he says, "Yeah, a couple hours ago.
Um, what took you so long getting home?" I tell him about Shaun's car
problem and Robby nods, saying, "Nice of you to help him out. Um, I've
never done anything like I did last night before, and I don't like myself
for doing that to you. I want you to know how bad I feel about that 'cause
I'm really sorry. I worry about myself when I lose control and do something
I know is wrong." Ah ha, the famous a guilt trip.  I say, in a serious
manner, "I know you're sorry 'cause I've been there myself a couple of
times, and I was sorry too, but it's accent history, Robby". He asks,
"Really?" I nod my head, "Yeah, let's forget about it and enjoy our
weekend." He grins, muttering, "Thanks, Dylan," and I say, "I got a text
from Vinnie while at work; he wants to know if I can give him a haircut
this afternoon. Would you mind if I skipped going to the mall with you and
Ryan?" He asks, "You'd trust me with Ryan after last night? I mean, I'm not
doing anything with him because I'm saving myself for you tonight in the
pickup, but I think it's cool you trust me. You know I can't drink! And you
should have agreed and let me be the designated driver last night." As if
that makes it okay, but I say, "You need to live with what you do, Robby,
don't look for excuses. And anyway, I've got to trust you because I'm madly
in love with you. What else can I do, and anyway we're not going steady
now. I hope we are by September though." He goes, "I know, but last night
was out of bounds; it was just wrong." I can't argue with that, so I just
go, "Un huh," and Robby asks, "You want to have a good time in the pickup
tonight?"  He's getting over his guilty conscience a little because I'm not
hammering him for his indiscretion. I go, "Whadda you think, Robby?" He
hugs me and we do a kiss on the lips, then he mutters, "I think you do want
a good time in my pickup tonight, that's what I think". God, he has the
best sexy aroma about him, it gets my dick tightening up. He's got me in
his arms and the truth is I can't resist him. Was I always like this? I try
to ask something, but gulp, then try again, "Ah, Robby... do we need to
wait for tonight?" He says, "Absolutely not. I didn't know whether you'd
want to do it with me, so I was kinda worried about suggesting it." I go,
"Worried? You're in charge, Robby; you snap your fingers and I come
running," then I can't keep myself from adding, "or Ryan comes running."
Robby says, "I'm sorry about that, Dylan, and I want to make up for
it. You're being so understanding too. Thank you for that." I ask, "How's
your hangover?" He says, "It's under control now 'cause I took one of those
pain pills from when I had my separated shoulder, but my stomachs
queazy. We go in the bedroom. And Robby asks, Can we do a one of our
recreational fucks; doggy style maybe? I say, "Yeah, I like that too."

He didn't comment when I mentioned Ryan, so I take that to mean he doesn't
think it's unusual I would say, You snap your finger and I come running, or
Ryan comes running, and that's because twin boyfriends is an established
fact by now, and Robby feels I've accepted it, and I guess I have convinced
myself that for now I will accept it... for how long, I don't know. It's
just I didn't realize how set in cement it was. It's Ryan and me as more or
less equal boyfriends for Robby, except he's fucked Ryan more times than me
this week and I'm the one he loves ten times more. Yeah, but he tried
explaining that to me and himself too. Instead of focusing on the
unfairness of that though, I cling to Robby, kissing him. He kisses back
nicely, taking my clinging for granted too I guess, like he's not surprised
by it. It's probably how Ryan's been with Robby for all these months
they've been doing it. My arms around Robby's neck, I ask quietly in his
ear, "How long have Ryan and I been twin boyfriends now, Robby?" He answers
it as a serious question from one of his devoted boyfriends, confidently
explaining, "Well, a lot longer then I let on to you initially, but since
we're all on-board with my arrangement now, I can confirm it's been since
March. Since the second week of baseball. It started before actual
practices started so it's not some frivolous thing. Don't think I didn't
given it a lot of thought before telling you about it. I wanted to make
sure I was serious about Ryan; be sure he wasn't like my other two
boyfriends on the side and easily discarded. Ryan means more to me than
those boys ever did and it's weird that I feel that way because I can't
explain it to myself; it just happened on it's own. Not what I had in mind
when I let him blow me." Well I asked, but I didn't expect such a
definitive answer, although it just verifies what I feared... Robby having
two boyfriends is not a passing fancy for him, and the way he talks makes
it clear he's hoping I'll be totally accepting of this, and I told myself I
was a minute ago, but I didn't realize I actually meant it until now. The
way I'm clinging to Robby indicates I've accepted things the way Robby
wants them to be, but only on a temporary basis. But still, it's so only
been one week, and a horrible week it was for me too, but if I accept it
this easily what might I accept in a month?  So far Ryan got the lion's
share of sex, and I got the leftovers. Robby says, "You're being so
wonderful, Dylan. I love the way you love me lately. It's like you're
finally feeling the kind of love for me that I have for you." I go, "I've
never been so hot for you, Robby, that's true, but that's not to say I
wasn't hot for you before too. And of course I love you, but I did before
too." He's peeling my arms from around his neck, saying, "Believe it or
not, all the sex I've been having with my boyfriends just makes me want
more. You'd think the opposite would be true, but it isn't in my case."
He's unbuttoning my jeans and pulling my pants down to my knees. "You can
take them off if you want, but I'm leaving mine on because I'm going to do
one of my rabbit fucks on your ass. I'm suppose to meet Ryan at the Natick
Mall at two-thirty." Balls, I take a deep breath hoping Robby doesn't
realize how insensitive that was, because if he realizes it was insensitive
and said it anyway I'd be hurt. And, as far as him wanting more sex the
more he gets, that's what happened to me in Key West, so I don't find it
hard to believe at all.

With my pants down to my thighs, I get on all fours and Robby absently
gives my ass four, loud, hard smacks without even commenting on it. Instead
he's saying, "Oh, since you and me do it this way I'm going to be
consistent and do Ryan bareback from now on too. I mean, why not since he's
a full-fledged boyfriend, but only you and Ryan get. Is that okay with you,
Dylan?" I shrug, mumbling, "sure, why not. He's never done it without a
condom." As I'm wondering who else is Robby fucking anyway, and where would
he find the time? He unzips the fly of his jeans and pulls out his cock
stroking it, then steps in front of me holding his pecker and I
automatically open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Without comment, Robby
lays his cock on my tongue and I slurp the head inside my mouth and suck
that suckers until his cock is hard from it's head to it's root. Pushing it
up against his jeans, I lap his nuts and lick up the shaft, then back to
sucking his nuts until he says, "That's enough, please, it's awesomely hard
and feeling oh so good." Then he says, "Turn around," and on all fours I do
that and Robby gives my ass two more good, hard, whacks, saying, "Get your
ass up a little, please," I do and he smacks my ass again, muttering, "It's
good right there," and pushes the head of his cock inside and pulls it
right out. "Dammit, I gotta pee again, Dylan. I'm sorry, but it's all the
beer I had last night." He goes into our bathroom and I realize I'm almost
shaking with desire for him as I lick my lips savoring the taste of his
cock and balls. Am I still experiencing hot sexually arousing-needs from
Willie's awesome fucking in Key West, or is it strictly because now I'm in
competition for Robby with Ryan, and I want him more because of that? None
of us knows what's in our subconscious mind, so I can't be sure. It's
probably a little of each, plus Robby's definitely much less deferential to
me then he used to be; he's more assertive now and that's usually a turn-on
for me and it applies to Robby, or whoever, but especially to Robby. He's
back, shaking his cock, then he rubs it around my face, smearing a random
drop of pee, and I open my mouth again to re-suck his cock into another
boner. It doesn't take much sucking as Robby rubs my newly barbered
quarter-inch hair, murmuring, "I'm pleased with how your haircut
turned-out, Dylan. I'm getting good, dude." He pulls his cock out of my
mouth, saying, "Great, job of cock sucking," then with a chuckle, he adds,
"Turn around again, Dylan. Sorry, and I know it'd be easier for me to walk
around in back of you, but I'm gonna be incorporating more of the dominant
crap I do with Ryan, with you too because I'm trying to please you. It's
cool seeing my boyfriends do what they're told too." I get my ass end
facing Robby and he really smacks my ass hard a couple more times, then he
says, "I'm in the habit of giving a lot of ass slaps to Ryan, so I'll carry
that over to you too and it'll seem like I'm more dominant. It's better if
I treat you both the same so one of you doesn't feel he's being
neglected. You want me to be dominant, right? I don't have to be wit you,
ya know." I mutter, "Yeah I like you being dominant, it's hot." But I'm
thinking, 'Oh man, something doesn't make any sense because he told me
yesterday that he doesn't enjoy doing the rough stuff with me; not like he
enjoys doing it to Ryan, and that's because Ryan wants it.' But then I
remember telling him I like the spankings okay. I gotta be careful what I
wish for. Still it is hot.

To clarify things, I go, "I want you to do exactly what you want to, Robby,
cause that's the only way to be dominant in sex." He's like, "It all
reinforces that dominant feeling in me too, Dylan. You know, like you've
talked about so long, and anyway I've given you spankings before so it's
not completely new to you. Oh my God, remember our reunion spanking?" I go,
"Uh huh," but I want to feel his cock in my ass. He rubs my smacked ass,
asking, "Do you like the new me, Dylan? You said I'm different now."
Actually I do like this version of Robby, but it gets dicey because Ryan's
my twin boyfriend and I spend too much time worried about that and being
jealous when Ryan gets more attention than me, so the answer to Robby's
question is more complicated then 'yes' or 'no', but I simply say, "Yes, I
like the new you. You've been changing for a few months actually, but it's
accelerated noticeably since you told me about Ryan being your boyfriend
too." If I tried explaining why the answer to his question is complicated,
it would sound like whining. My ass feels warm from the massaging Robby
doing on it, then another loud, "SMACK, SMACK" get my ass hopping and me
going, "Ow!" because the smacks are adding up. Robby pays no attention,
instead he says, "Yeah, I began having a different attitude a few months
ago. It started when I decided to just be myself and stop doing what I
think you want me to do. That way wasn't working, and it just so happens
Ryan loves to be submissive to me and that requires I be dominant and it's
a developing thing, and so it works out that I'm pleasing you more too,
which I care about tremendously. Surprising how well it's working out for
all three of us. You and Ryan are submissive to me because you like doing
that, and I'm getting into the whole dominant scene although I've probably
got a lot to learn. You started it a long time ago actually, so you deserve
a lot of the credit." Man, is Robby believing his own propaganda now? Or
maybe it's how he really feels. I know all about the different phases us
teens go through, this must be his dominant sex phase. Willie's, though,
seems to be more permanent than just a phase, so who knows, maybe Robby's
is going to be permanent too.

He's stroking his boner saying, "I'm hoping to get boners now from smacking
your ass, just like I get them from smacking your twin's ass... haha. No,
I'm kidding you, mostly," and he pokes the head of his boner in my ass
again, asking, "You don't mind that I'll be doing Ryan bareback from now
on, really?" I grunt at the feel of his cock head teasing my anus lips,
pulling then back slightly and then stretching then forward a bit. I go,
"Whoa, boy that feels good, Robby, and no, I don't mind. Ryan fucked me
bareback." Robby pushes his cock in two inches as I go, "Ahhh...", and he
smacks my ass hard again. He's got my right butt cheek really stinging, so
each single smack is very noticeable now. He says, "Yeah, I know he did you
bare, that's one of the reasons why I'm gonna go without a condom too. Last
night was the first time I fucked Ryan that way, and it definitely felt
better on my cock and Ryan went crazy feeling my cum in his rectum so it's
a win-win thing. But still, I'm sorry as hell that I did that." Then a few
pumps of his boner in my ass, and he adds, "God, I love seeing you on all
fours anxious for me to fuck you," another whack on my ass, as he says,
"Keep your ass up, Dylan! I don't need to tell Ryan that every two
minutes. Okay, thats better," as I push my anus up and towards Robby. I
desperate to be fucked! Robby goes, "That's better, now here we go, Dylan,"
He leans over me and grips my shoulders with both hands, then begins
pile-driving my ass, his boner flashing to and fro in my rectum. I'm
gasping already at the awesome sensations all through my ass as Robby
reaches his hand under me and strokes my cock into a rock hard boner, never
letting up with his humping hips. My head goes back as I groan, "Oh
gawd... that feels good, Robby." My cock's dripping precum already; it's
true, I need Robby more then ever it seems. I wish I could watch him
fucking me, watch his cute face as he gets ready to cum up my ass. I'm
bucking my hips as the sensations of climax increase in my cock and
balls. All the sensitive nerves located there are alive and bubbling like
water when it begins to boil, and I love it. Between closed teeth, I'm
going 'Fuck me, Robby... fuck me harder."  Then, with my mouth open, "Ah,
oh, oh, oh!" as he jams his cock in me faster, every hump pushing me wildly
on my hands and knees. Every muscle in my stomach and groin tighten as the
climax comes on me quickly, my back arches and my toes curl as cum splashes
out of my cock onto the throw rug, then again, and again and, with my eyes
closed tightly now, I let out a squeal of pleasure, my body shuddering with
shivers all around my pelvic area. Then Robby pulls out and comes around to
do what his brother does. He lifts my head by cupping under my chin, and
says, "Suck my load our of my nuts, Dylan." I'm still shaking from my
climax as I take his cock in my mouth and suck on it while licking it with
my tongue as fast as I can, sucking down his precum. In less then a minute
Robby lets out his own squeal and pulls my face into his crotch with two
hands on the back of my head, his hips bucking as he fires cum down my
throat. Moaning lowly now he lets go of my head and his cock comes out of
my throat, and spits a long splattering string of cum in my mouth. Then a
final couple of little spurts and I'm sucking on the head getting out
remnants of cum from the shaft of his cock and swallowing it. He staggers
back, chuckling, "Awesome, awesome, Dylan. You have the best ass and best
mouth of anyone, period and end of sentence. Oh man, that was quick, but
choice." He squeezes the back of my neck saying, "How 'bout a little more?
Turn around again," and I shuffle around on my hands and knees and he to
slides his still fairly stiff boner up my opened asshole and fucks me for
another two minutes. Then he pulls out, saying, "Love to fuck.  It's so I
can't get enough of it anymore". Then a laugh, saying, "Dodger's gonna have
a sore ass all summer if one of my boyfriends can't come up with a place
for me to fuck them in. Ryan says someone's always home at his house, and
Chubby will be at your place usually when we're all not working, I mean, so
maybe it's the pickup again all summer. You and your twin will cover the
seat with cum."

I'm up on my knees looking at him as he sits in the desk chair going on
about all that, and right after we just had sex too. Usually we're huggy,
lovey/dovey after sex. I stand-up and ask, "No snuggling after sex
anymore?" He gets up, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, Dylan," and he comes over to
hug me, mumbling, "I'm used to less of that with Ryan; but with you, I need
to show you tons of affection because I feel tons of affection for you."
Did he say, 'needs' to show affection? And, I don't know, but when I have
to ask for it the beauty of just doing it naturally is missing and it's
definitely not the same. Is this part of the evolution of Robby's and my
love affair? Spanking my ass and doing what amounts to buddy sex? That's
where we're headed? Damn, I shoulda kept my mouth shut about the dominant
stuff from the start and just enjoyed and appreciated Robby's love the way
he wanted to show it. Of course that's no guarantee he wouldn't have
hooked-up with Ryan anyway. After saying that I still am ready, willing,
and able to hug and kiss with Robby because I find it hard to resist him
lately. And, Robby seems sincere enough in our cuddling, even leading me to
our bed where we lay to do lots of kissing and hugging. It still isn't as
good as doing it automatically, like we always did before today, although
we both appear to be enjoying each other; it goes on for ten
minutes. Unfortunately I need to mutter, "Damn, Robby, I gotta pee now, and
do number two too." He says, "Sure, Dylan. I love you, but that's a little
too much information for me. And anyway I gotta get moving anyway." I force
a laugh, ignoring his concern he'll be late meeting Ryan and concentrate on
the 'too much information' comment. I say, "Yeah, I guess it was too much
information, but I didn't want you to think I'd break-up our make-out just
because I had to take a pee. Robby's smiling, "When nature calls, it's
usually best to respond."

Smiling back at him, I go into the bathroom and close the door before
plopping down on the toilet, thinking, 'Maybe what I need to do is stop
begging affection from Robby and back-off with my adoration of him; see if
he misses mine like I miss his. That might be risky though because he might
focus more on Ryan if I back away. Hmmm, another dicey situation'. Deciding
to see how the rest of the weekend goes before doing anything rash, I feel
I've made some sort of decision. I at least realized things aren't going my
way lately. One things for sure: There are changes taking place in our
relationship that I don't care for one bit. Changes Robby might not have
anticipated and I need to figure out what the best way to go from here
might be. Done with the bathroom necessities, I'm washing up when Robby
yells through the bathroom door, "Do you have the handout the professor
suggested we all take with us yesterday? I can't find mine and I want to
take it with me.  It's the one with tips about what to expect on our final
exam Monday." I yell back, "No, I thought you picked one up on our way out
of class, and anyway we already got a head start studying for that damn
final." As I come out of the bathroom, Robby's saying, "I know we studied
two hours, but I want to see those tips." I shrug 'cause he's the
conscientious one, not me. Grabbing his car keys, he says "Fuck it, I'll be
late, but I'm going to see if the professor left that hand-out at his
office. Do you want to wait for me here or come along?" I go, "Hell, it's
on our way, I'll come with you and then we'll head for home." He smiles and
unexpectedly says, "You get cuter every day, Dylan," and he ruffles through
my short hair, which has grown-out to almost to buzz-cut length. If Robby
hadn't given me that haircut Monday, it'd be longer than a buzz cut. It's
getting fuzzy, like Shawn's hair. Then I think about how Robby's getting
unpredictable; first he forgets our after-sex snuggling and ten minutes
later he's sweetly telling me I'm getting cuter everyday. It's a strange
time we're in right now. I'm giving Robby the benefit of the doubt, but his
thinking's a bit scrambled right now and let's face it, I helped scramble
it. We'll see, love don't just shut the door when something new is
about... wait it out.

We grab a couple of things we're taking home with us for the weekend,
including my barber equipment, then Robby drives us on campus to see if the
handout is still available. Parking the pickup, Robby's saying, "I'll run
up to the professor's office and see if he left some of the handouts on the
table that's outside his door. I loved our sex today, Dylan, and thanks
again for letting me off the hook for last night, I promise never to do
that to you again." I go, "Okay," and get out to light a cigarette, still
wondering about our relationship's changes, but glad he's still agonizing
with his guilty conscience about last night. As Robby's going into the door
to the administration building, Connor's coming out. They stop and do the
one arm hug and then talk for a minute. Then, both look in my direction as
Robby points to me standing outside his pickup, and Connor heads this
way. What a bright smile on Connor's face. I yell, "Connor, have you been
in hibernation all week studying for the finals?" He yells back "Whaddaya
think? You know me, but I'm ready for 'em." When he get's here we do a real
hug and he kisses me on the lips, then says, "Guess what, Dylan," and I go,
"What?" He says with a grin, "I still love you, and that's the first time
I've come right out and said it straight forward, drunk or sober." I go,
"Right back at ya, Connor," and hear his mumbled, "You know what I mean,
Dylan." So I mumble myself, a little uncomfortable, "I know, and I'm
flattered," as I'm thinking, 'Fuck! I wish he wasn't going in the Army. We
might make a go of it if Robby dumps me.' Connor hugs around my neck, "I
got a joke for you, Dylan." His white teeth and pink mouth looking so
inviting and clean and fresh. I rub through his hair, remembering the sexy
time we had when I cut it for him, then ask, "Ya want a cigarette?" He
says, "No thanks, I'm trying to quit before I go in the Army. Here's my
joke, but it's not too funny."

      Three woman: one's been married for twenty years, one's engaged, and
the third one's a guy's mistress. They decide at their monthly luncheon
together that they'll greet their men at the door wearing only a black bra,
stiletto heels, and a black mask over their eyes. A month later they meet
again to relate what each of their men did when he saw his woman at the
front door wearing only those black items. The engaged woman said, "Michael
goes, 'You are the woman of my dreams, I love you,'" and then we made
passionate love all night long. The mistress goes, "When Ken saw me he
started trembling and then we made passionate love all night long." The
married woman says, "When George saw me dressed like that, he said, 'What's
for dinner, Zorro?"'

I laugh in spite of myself, then say, "That's a terrible joke, but I'm
telling Chubby 'cause it's just the kind of joke he can tell his
girlfriend, if he has one left by now." Referring to the joke, Connor asks,
"What would I need to wear that'd cause you to make passionate love to me
all night?" I say, "You're getting frisky, Connor." He chuckles, and says,
"I'm a nervous wreck actually. First the finals, and then the Army." I ask,
"You gonna be home this weekend?" He says, "I don't have a ride." I smile,
saying, "Now you do. Do you want to grab something from the dorm to take
with you?" He says, "Oh, I don't want to spend the rest of the weekend with
my mother, she's been real nasty to me lately; pissed at me for abandoning
her for the Army." I say, "Probably it's not my place to say this, but she
ain't a very nice person." He looks away, mumbling, "I know, but she's my
only mother, so what can I do. I'm running away to the Army as it is." I
go, "I'm sorry, Connor. You wanna spend the rest of the weekend at my
house?" He says, "Of course I want to do that. I'd love to do that, but I'm
not going to. You've been very generous to me in too many ways, and I will
not take advantage of you. And anyway, I just stayed there the last weekend
of spring break. Thanks, Dylan, but my pride won't let me." I go, "To hell
with your pride, you'll be doing me a favor." He smiles, as usual, "You're
the nicest person I've ever met. That's one of the reasons I love you with
all my heart. Do you promise to give me a sexy adventure before I leave for
the Army; a pity one." I hug him, "Count on it Connor, but it won't have
anything to do with pity. It'll be full of loving friendship. You're so
special I can't believe the hardships you've survived through your teen
years." He goes, "I don't think of those days, Dylan. I'm making a new life
for myself and you helping me get to college was the first step. Joining
the Army's the second step, only the first and second steps of many." I
jokingly say, "I know what the last step for you is likely to be, and I'm
asking you now; when you're elected president can I have the post of social
affairs administrator for the White House? I want in on all the free trips
the president gets to go on." He laughs, "President? Riight!" Robby comes
over without the hand-out, "No luck, but like you said, Dylan, we got a
head start studying with two hours already." Connor asks, "That's all?"
Robby and I give Connor a look, then I say, "No one's as conscientious as
you, Connor." I tell Robby about me trying to talk Connor into coming home
with us, and we both put on a full-court press trying to convince him to
come with us, but Connor won't give in. So I hug him and he wanders away
leaving me with a sadness in my heart for him. I shout at Robby, "Dammit!
Life isn't fair for Connor!" He goes, "I know, it really sucks for
some. Hey, how about I give a big going away party for Connor. You know,
around the pool. It might be too cold to swim, but it's still a good place
for a party." I go, "A surprise party! He doesn't leave until the week
after the end of the semester." Robby says, "It's ten days after,
actually. He just showed me his departure date." I go, "Even better!"

Robby and I get in the pick-up, I'm still rubbing my very smacked ass, but
I'm feeling a little better now that Robby suggested a going away party for
Connor. Of course, getting Connor to come to his own party might be a
challenge, but I'll get him there somehow. During the drive home Robby
seems very much like his old self and he certainly looks like his old
self. He's just as good looking, cute, and sexy as ever. I'm aware that
he's hotter to me now then before, and I know why too. It's because he's
got another boyfriend who I'm beginning to think Robby likes better than
me. I'm assuming it's because Ryan's relatively new in Robby's life so
everything they do together seems fresher then when Robby and I do stuff. I
mean, we've been doing pretty much the same things together, sexually and
otherwise, for two and a half years now; except for the rougher stuff
Robby's including now because Ryan likes it. Robby probably is thinking his
ass-kissing boyfriend Ryan appreciates him more than I do, and that's
probably because I have other casual sex occasionally, and Ryan's dedicated
to only Robby who he treats like a king or a god. So, Robby's ego is
inflated, but why then did he give me that heartfelt reunion after my trip
to Key West? He was sneaking around with Ryan then too. Maybe it's because
he felt guilty, or maybe like me, Robby's confused as to exactly how he
feels about things anymore, and his feelings keep changing depending who
he's with at the time. Hell, he might have caught that malady from me;
that's what he's accused me of recently. Truth is, we're both probably in
over our heads, which isn't an unusual condition for nineteen year old boys
to find themselves in, gay or straight. I wonder if Chubby, for example,
knows what the fuck he wants, or how to go about getting it even if he does
know. Count me in with the confused nineteen year olds as well, 'cause I
don't know what to do next either.  Well, I know I'm cutting Vinnie's hair
in a couple hours, but what comes after that is anybody's guess. And, most
of all, what should I do about Robby and me?

During the ride I get a text from Chubby. It reads, 'I'm on for our dinner
tonight, Dylan, but I won't be ready until seven. Working for Mary Jo's
father again today.' I'm like, 'Oh fuck! I forgot about our dinner tonight;
it's to celebrate stealing money from the would be rapists'. Hmmm? As I'm
pondering that, Robby says, "Would you do me a favor and send a text to
Ryan telling him I'll be a half hour late?" He gives me Ryan's text email
address and tells me what to say, basically that he'll meet Ryan at the
Natick Mall outside 'Game Stop'. I do it and then say, "Ryan's text is
sent, Robby". Then I need to tell him about tonight, "Ah, Chubby just
reminded me we planned to eat out tonight. Um, do you want to join us?" He
goes, "Thanks, Dylan, I'd love to, but I can't. It's family night tonight,"
and he says 'family night' like it's too corny for words. "You know my
family, Dylan. Dodger and me need to tolerate mom and dad insisting we do
things as a family every now and then. I thought the Grand Canyon trip
would satisfy them, but oh no... we have to go out to dinner with them now
too." I go, "Well, you got the complete opposite situation to Connor's. You
wouldn't want to switch places with him would you?" He says, "No, of course
not, but somewhere in between would be nice." I tell him, "Chubby and me
and the moms have our version of a family activity every Sunday morning
with the brunch that Chubby and me fix." Robby mumbles, "I'd settle for
that. Hey, where you guys going to eat tonight, maybe we'll be at the same
restaurant." I don't know for sure, but I say, "Maybe Ken's Steak house,
but I'm not sure." Robby says, "I don't know where we're going either, but
I'll look for you. I'll text when we're done for sure though, because you
and me have a date in my pickup later tonight, and I don't care how late it
is either. I'm looking forward to that." I'd forgotten about Chubby, but
not the pickup fuck. I go, "Count me in, Robby. I don't care how late it is
either, I'm looking forward to that myself." And I am, fer sure. Maybe I'm
not sure where we're headed relationship-wise, but I'm living in the
present right now, and I'm including later tonight as part of the
present. In front of my condo, Robby asks, "Do we dare a kiss?" I go,
"Sure, be daring," and our heads come together for a very warm sincere
lovers kiss that leaves me breathless and grabbing my semi-hard dick, but
still confused about us. I'm still ultra hot for Robby and that kiss tells
me he's hot for me. We're both, but maybe more so Robby than me, in a
confusing place right now. It'll sort itself out. After the kiss Robby
looks me in the eyes, "Dylan, don't think I've glazed over what I rudely
did last night with Ryan. I was dead wrong and I truly apologize for
that. It's not like me and I'm mad at myself. You and me forever,
Dylan. Right?" I say, "Right, Robby... forever," and as I'm getting out of
the cab I'm thinking, 'I mean it now and so does Robby, but it feels we're
on a slippery slope too'. But I do love him, and still think he's hotter
than the hubs of hell, as the saying goes.

Inside my condo my mom and me hug and she kisses me a few times, with me
protesting a little, but not much. We talk in the kitchen while eating a
late lunch together. Chicken salad sandwiches with potato chips and a
soda. I go, "Mom, this is delicious. Did you make the chicken salad?" She
goes, "No, it's from the deli, but I spread it on the bread." I go, "It's
spread perfectly," and get a mayonnaise smeared kiss on my cheek and a
giggle from mom. After filling her in on things I can tell her about my
life, and she tells me how well it's going with her latest boyfriend, she
gets ready for work. She won't need to leave for more then two hours, but
that's how long it'll takes her to get ready. I'm smoking a cigarette on
the stoop trying to figure out the tangled web that Robby and my
relationship's become when I get a text from Dodger saying he and Vinnie
will be here at four o'clock. I text back, 'Fine, but they'll be no
three-way.' He text back, "I promise no three-way. You're so cool!' He
might think he'll pull something over on me, but there ain't going to be a
three-way. That three-way with Dodger and Vinnie was hot alright, but
Dodger is Robby's brother and that's starting to worry me for some reason;
plus, Robby didn't ask Dodger to service his boyfriend like he did last
time. Maybe there isn't any reason to worry that Dodger's Robby's brother
after all. Damn, Robby fucked me pretty good this morning, even with those
ass smacks, which maybe do heighten the thrill; it's boner poppin' stuff
fer sure! But still, if there was just either Dodger or Vinnie coming over
alone, I wouldn't mind a straight forward buddy-sex fuck with either of
them. Then, as I'm washing-up in my bathroom, Willie calls.

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

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