Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2012 05:13:24 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR Chapter 49 by Donny Mumford

			   DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR


				Chapter 49


			     by Donny Mumford



Robby's looking at me with a funny expression on his face. We're out of the
of the pickup, standing in the parking lot among the tractor trailers
behind the movie complex at the Loop, smoking. Because Robby's looking at
me kind of funny, I look back at him with a grin, and finally ask, "What?"
He goes, "Oh nothing, I was just thinking about how long and how much I've
loved you, but also how our relationship is subtly changing." I say,
"You're the reason for that, Robby, it began changing noticeably when you
introduced me to my twin boyfriend... twin boyfriend of yours." He goes,
"We just talked that out, you're not twin anything with Ryan; you coined
that phrase in fact, not me." I go, "I know, you're right. I'm good with
everything, honest I am, and I even like Ryan," and when I perceive Robby
being skeptical about that, I emphatically say, "It's the truth!" Robby's
like, "I believe you, he likes you too. Isn't it better this way?" I shrug
muttering, "It'd even be better if Ryan wasn't a boyfriend of your's, but
since he is, yeah it's better that we're all friends." Robby's annoyed now,
shaking his head spreading his arms with his palm out, like, 'What do I
gotta do?' I'm thinking, 'Ah ha! He's gonna take charge. Good' Then he
goes, "I can't fuckin' believe we just finished a long discussion about all
this. You agreed with my explanations of everything, and you also agreed
I'm in charge of our current three-way relationship, and I've told you that
you're my true love unequivocally, and that Ryan's more or less my
boyfriend on the side. We also, just five minutes ago, agreed that we'll
follow the idea you had, the one you suggested before I nuttily wanted to
try going steady with you. Going steady didn't workout of course, so that's
why I suggested your original idea of a more open type relationship, which
was your original idea, right?" I'm like, "Yeah, I think you're right, but
you're wrong that I'm complaining about anything, 'cause I'm not. You're
the boss and I'm good with that; I like it that way." Robby seems a little
frustrated as he gets his arm around my neck, asking, "And are you also
agreeing, again, that you've been a bad boy for the last two years,
screwing around like an alley cat?" Damn! It seems that just because I
misspoke a second ago by giving the impression I'm complaining about Ryan,
that now Robby's going to insist I again agree to each and every point we
talked about in the pickup. Well, that does seems a very dominant move to
me, so it's cool. He obviously wants to drill these ideas into my head once
and for all, and the sterner he talks the more I find myself slipping into
a mini submissive frame of mind. Not on purpose because I can't get in a
submissive frame of mind on my own; someone needs to put me into that
mood. Normally I'm not especially submissive, just with certain boyfriends
when they show dominance, and Robby's getting the knack of that better
lately, and that's basically because of his experiences these past few
months being overtly dominant with Ryan. That kid loves it more than even I
do apparently, and Robby feels comfortable being dominant with him and it's
drifting over to me.


I'm waiting for more questions from Robby, and as he tightens his arm
around my neck and shakes me a little, he repeats his last question, and he
sounds a little pissed-off about it too, "Weren't you a bad boy who
continued alley-catting around for the entire time we were boyfriends?" I
swallow, frowning, then mutter, "Um, well yeah, some of the time." He asks,
"And didn't you, just a few minutes ago, say you're okay with the fact I
have another boyfriend?" I shrug, and go, "We talked about it, yeah, and I
guess it's fine." "Why's it fine, Dylan?" he asks, and I take a deep breath
wanting Robby to continue like this because, even though I know it's sounds
silly, but I find him so sexy when taking charge of a situation. I
hesitantly mumble, "Um, is it because we have an open relationship, or
partly open anyway." "Yes, that's it," and there a little bit of sarcasm to
his voice when he said that. Then another reminder question from Robby,
"And, is an open relationship what you prefer, or would you prefer we go
steady, dating exclusively each other?" Doing a fake cough, and scrunching
my face at Robby as his arm tightens around my neck, I go, "Maybe the open
one, I guess." Still holding my head over towards him with his neck hold,
Robby grabs my chin between his thumb and forefinger yanking my face up to
look at him, asking, "You guess? Wasn't it your idea from the start that we
have an open relationship?" Frowning again, like I'm thinking about it, I
wait a second and then mutter, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was, now that I
think about it," then, with him looking smug, I get a little pissed-off
myself and say, "Okay, you're right! But, why are you treating me like a
little kid? And what about the two promises you broke with me last night
and this afternoon when you fucked Ryan after telling me you weren't going
to? And I just remembered a third broken promise went you did have the
lover's sex with me last night like you promised me we would. What about
those things?" " He loosens his arm on my neck and changes his tone to
conversational, saying, "I'm treating you like a little his because you act
like one when it serves your purpose! We just talked for twenty minutes
about all the things I just repeated and you agreed I'm right about all of
them in the pickup, but as soon as we get out of the pickup you mumble how
things would be better if Ryan weren't my other boyfriend." Then in a very
sincere voice, "And I apologized profusely just a little while ago about
breaking my promises to you yesterday and this afternoon. You have my word
of honor I'm going to earn back your trust. They'll be no more broken
promises by me." I feel bad about being kinda self-centered and
unreasonable. I love Robby so much, and he's of course right about all this
stuff, so I turn to him and wrap my arms around his hot body melding into
him, mumbling, "I'm sorry, Robby, but it's okay if I'm jealous of Ryan a
little bit, isn't it? I was just being jealous, not contradicting you."
Robby loosens his arm hold around my neck, and quietly goes, "Yeah it is,
and as a matter of fact, I think in this case jealousy's a good thing. And
I think Ryan's the best thing, long range, that's ever happened to you and
me. My jealousy of the boys you hooked-up with all these years made me
appreciate you more and made me try harder to please you. Your jealousy of
Ryan has made you appreciate me more too, and lately I can tell there are
times you try to please me in ways you never would before. We'll grow even
closer than we are now because of that, but if need be I'm going to keep
reminding you that you've agreed with everything we've talked about
tonight. No whining about any of the things we've agreed to, right?" I
readily say, "Right, Robby, you're keeping me in my place and fair's fair,"
at least I didn't cry this time like I did outside at Merrimack when he had
his rant. He laughs, saying, "It's hard to stay mad at you, you're so cute
and you can be so agreeable when you want to be, but can you back up your
words? That's the question." "Oh yeah, Robby, definitely... some of the
time, fer sure. My word is good." Robby laughs again, "You mean it now, I'm
sure of that, but I'll stay on top of you just the same, okay?" "Yep,
Robby, you're the boss." He kisses me, saying, "God help me, but I love you
so much it's stupid." I go, "Right, Robby, me too, um, with you too."


Okay, I think that went pretty well. We finish our cigarettes talking about
the summer that's coming up on us quickly. Mostly we talk about our pending
jobs working for 'Dickers Landscaping and Design'. Robby's just won all the
points we discussed so I guess he feels now is a good time to broach
another topic. He hints around that he'll need to assign some of the easier
tasks to Ryan for the simple reason the boy's not that big. I try insisting
Ryan's stronger than he looks, but Robby insist he needs to assign the kind
of jobs to each of us that we're best suited for so our team works as
efficiently as possible. What I gather from what Robby's saying is that
Ryan's very organized and therefore is best suited to handle a lot of the
administrative details as sort of Robby's assistant, plus he'll do light
tasks like raking and helping with bagging the grass cuttings too. We'll be
the youngest team cutting grass and Robby wants us to be the best. He's
saying everything definitively and he more or less rejects suggestions I
make, so I see he's fully into his role as boss of us 'worker bees'. It
does get my dick buzzing to witness the authoritative side of Robby
emerging so noticeably, and by the time we get back into the pickup I'm
still in that, more or less, semi submissive frame of mind even though I'm
more than a little pissed-off Ryan's going to be Robby's assistant. But I
don't say that now because our talk went so well and I was able to sneak in
some points f my own that Robby recognized as true, I remain in my
submissive mood 'cause I don't want Robby to think of me as a
complainer. And, why wouldn't I be in a submissive mood anyway with Robby
winning almost all of the earlier discussion and this last one too, plus
he's totally made it clear that he's the boss and proved it by that ballsy
statement about him giving preferential treatment to Ryan on the job. After
that there's nothing for me to feel except submissive. Not that that's a
bad thing in my mind. Just saying...


Inside the pickup Robby maintains authority in his voice, saying, "Take
everything off, Dylan, and lay across my lap for your spanking. We'll do
that just to basically stay in the tradition of the recreational sex that
I've come to like with Ryan; and you and me have done it before too so we
might as well be consistent." When he sees me frowning, he goes, "Just with
the recreational sex, our lovers sex is strictly ours. I hardly ever do
that with Ryan, just occasionally when he seems to need a little lovin', ya
know?" I take off my shirt, not wanting to hear anymore about Ryan, so I'm
keeping my mouth shut. Robby takes off his sweatpants over his sneakers,
which is kinda dumb; not that I'm going to mention it. I do it the right
way by taking my sneakers off first, and my sweatpants off after 'cause
they come off easier that way; it's common sense, fer chrissakes. Robby
says, "Your socks too, and jockey shorts, of course." When I'm completely
naked Robby scoots over on the bench seat, nodding at his lap. I stare at
his cock, the same cock that was up Ryan's ass earlier today. There's some
dried cum on some of Robby's pubic hairs, so he didn't get a chance to
showered before going out to dinner with his family. Probably couldn't
break away from Ryan soon enough. 'STOP IT!' I yell at myself in my head,
it's you and Robby now, forget Ryan. Laying across Robby's lap, with my
knees bent and my bare feet up against the driver's side window, I feel
Robby's cock nestled under mine and squirm on it, determined to focus on
Robby and nothing else. He says, "The spanking is silly, but Ryan's really
into it so we might as well do it too so I'm not showing too much
favoritism to you." I refuse to register that last mention of Ryan's
name. Robby squeezes my buttocks, mumbling, "Ryan has some random hairs on
his ass, and quite a few around his anus. You and I don't, so we're lucky
like that. He has a flat ass too; your's is perfect. Plump, but firm,
hairless and pink, not a blemish to spoil your awesome bubble butt ass." He
smacks my right buttocks a stinging blow, then another one, and says, "I
wish I could come up with a better description than 'bubble butt', except
that says it perfectly." Robby's mostly relaxed lately, he's now
comfortably and seemingly in his element with all this, although I know
it's not his true nature. But the fact he's comfortable with it makes me
wonder how many times he and Ryan have done this exact same thing. And
Robby's right, the spanking has always been silly , but I kinda like it
because lying across his lap while I'm getting spanked is pretty damn
submissive. And I don't even care that Robby does it with Ryan too. There I
go again, thinking of Ryan. Maybe I should just get used to it and stop
fighting it because, after all, it's become a fact of life... for the time
being anyway. Things change though so I don't know how long Robby can keep
his basically artificial dominant act with me going. Anyway, as of now, the
fact remains that Ryan and me are both Robby's boyfriends, and he probably
talks about me when he's with Ryan like he talks about Ryan with me, which
I hope is true and that it annoys Ryan as much as it annoys me.


Robby says, "Don't squirm when you're getting spanked," then he proceeds to
spank the shit out of my ass. Not actually, it's just a figure of
speech. When my ass is red and stinging, he says, "We'll say that this
spanking I'm giving you is because you've been a bad boy, Dylan, which we
both know you have been with all that straying you do. With Ryan I usually
can't come up with a reason for spanking him, so I just say something about
the spanking being simply because he asked me for it." I'm thinking,
'That's fine and dandy, mention Ryan all you want, I'm good with that
now'. To prove it to myself, I ask, "Does Ryan squirm when you spank him?"
Robby goes, "Some, although not as much as you do, but since your dick is
squished against mine, which has given me half a stiffy, I let you get away
with extra squirming." I go, "My ass is stinging like mad, you'd squirm
too," and he smacks my red ass two more loud slaps, then says, "This
recreational sex is a lot of fun actually, don't you think?" Refusing to
whine about my burning buttocks, I say, "So are spontaneous fucks. Remember
our last one, Robby?" He goes, "Do I ever. I was so hot for your body that
time it just came on me like wildfire." Well, I like hearing that and, ya
know, everyday isn't always sunny like May, some days the sky's are cloudy
and gray, like today. Well, not all of today fer sure. Just earlier when
Robby fucked Ryan in 'our' pickup and then a little while ago when he was
getting me to admit all my little mishaps and misconceptions. I'll wait
this thing out and enjoy the parts of it that are fun... I've got good
common sense like that.



Robby goes, "Okay, I enjoyed that," meaning giving me a spanking, and he
laughs, rubbing my hair, adding, "I enjoyed it more than you did, I'll
bet". Then he runs his fingers through my hair again, and says, "I need to
give you another haircut, Dylan, your hair is getting fuzzy already, and I
like the crisp feel of it right after you get a haircut." Gee, I wonder who
that sounds like, then can't help myself and I do whine, "You just cut it a
week or so ago," and he goes, "I know, but you cut my hair when you want
to, and so I'll be cutting your's and Ryan's when I want to. Oh, that
reminds me, is it okay if I use your clippers for Ryan's haircut. I told
him he's getting it cut again on Monday, in other words, tomorrow." Again
I'm thinking to myself, 'Who does that sound like?' Oh well, he didn't ask
me if he could use my clippers last time he cut Ryan's hair so maybe this
is a step in the right direction. I mutter, "Sure Robby, but I might need
them Monday too. A kid from Stop & Shop might be coming over for a haircut
on Monday." He says, "I'll work around your schedule, they're your
clippers. Ryan will come over whenever I say." He gives my ass another hard
slap, then with a chuckle, says again, "That was fun. Now get your smacked
ass up on the seat and I'll show you how I fucked Ryan this afternoon." I
slide off his lap to land on my knees on the floor between his legs,
bumping my feet on the steering wheel and rubbing my stinging red ass as I
do it. Then I'm whining again, "No, not like that, Robby. I don't want all
those ball crunches." He goes, "I don't want to crunch your nuts either,
that's Ryan game. I just meant you laying on your belly with me doing the
missionary fuck while laying on your awesome back." He's smiling and
rubbing my shoulders with both hands as his perfect legs, with nice
definition in them, rub against my sides. Sitting-up on my knees, I'm in
just the right position to suck his cock. He adds, "You and me hardly ever
do it the missionary way, at least that's what Ryan calls it. There's a lot
of bodily contact with that position and for a short period in time it's
like I own your whole body for the explicit purpose of giving you and me
pleasure." I smirk, repeating, "Explicit purpose? Another Ryan phrase?" He
nods his head grinning, then mutters, "I'm sorry," and then get's both his
hands behind my head pulling me towards his face as he's leaning forward;
our lips meet for a long, luscious lover's kiss. Robby kisses across my
face and then says in my ear, his wet lips touching there, "I really love
you so much, Dylan. Thank you for going along with all this for me." He
holds our faces together for a few seconds, and then gives me a long loving
kiss on the side of my face, again whispering in my ear, "It's fun for me
being you for a little while," I go, "Wha...?" and his tongue fills my ear,
squishing around before licking my face on his way back to my lips for
another long wet sloppy kiss filled with love. Breathing deeply when the
kiss is done, he whispers, "Lover's kisses for you before our recreational
fuck. Do you truly love me, Dylan?" He's put me in a sort of trance by
initiating all these wonderful kisses, and the whispery voice he's using
just adds to it. I nod my head and quietly mumble, "I love you more than I
ever have, Robby, and I need you more too because you're the hottest,
sexiest boy I've ever known." Another long kiss, then a whispered, "That's
what I needed to hear. I want so much to do what's right for us even though
it might be a tad awkward at times. Would you suck my dick for me now,
Dylan?" I go, "Uh huh," and he sort of guides my head down to his crotch
where I find his cock is firm, but not hard yet. I take the head, the one
that's been up Ryan's ass some hours ago, and suck clean the dried remnants
of Robby's cum and Ryan's ass, then work on cleaning the four inch
shaft. Robby makes quiet sounds of pleasure while rubbing my back and
shoulders and running his fingers over my short hair in a loving
manner. When I have his whole cock in my mouth, I suck and lap at it until
my spit covers my chin, drooling onto my neck, and his cock is wet and
shiny clean. Pushing it out of my mouth and stroking it I stare into
Robby's beautiful blue eyes totally captivated by him. He smiles at me and
I want to taste him some more so I lick through his pubic hair until
they're plastered to his belly and cleaned of the random residue of his
earlier fuck with my twin boyfriend. It makes me feel closer to Robby that
I'm willing to do this for him. His head is back on the seat, his eyes
closed and his lips parted; he's apparently totally enthralled by my
submissive posture and actions. Gently I pull on his thighs sliding his ass
to the edge of the seat and begin lapping up his ass crack, going over his
asshole with each long lick of my slippery tongue. Nothing about Robby's
body turns me off; I want to devour all of him. Robby puts his legs over my
shoulders, his heels near my waist, against my back. My tongue laps just
his anus now, fast licks and when it's wet enough I get my tongue inside
his ass and suck on the lips of it at the same time. A long moan of
pleasure from Robby as precum drools from his cock onto my forehead and the
short hairs at my hairline.


When Robby says, "I'll cum if you do more," I stop because I want his cum
inside my rectum, not rolling down my face. Moving his legs from my
shoulder I lift his right leg as Robby slides back on the seat, his asshole
leaving a wet trail as it slides. Slowly, almost hypnotically, I take off
his sneaker, then pull off his sock as he looks a me in a kind of daze, but
says nothing. Putting his bare foot in front of my mouth I lick it like I
do when I'm helping Chubby with his foot fetish. Robby's feet have been in
sneakers all day, but I don't care, I like how he smells all the time. It's
not a foot oder exactly, just the way feet smell when confined in footwear
all day. Licking all over the top of his foot and in between his toes and
then under his foot until every inch of that foot has spit on it. Gently
putting that foot down and looking at Robby, his eyes are glazed as he
lifts the other foot slowly, and I remove that sneaker and sock, then do
the same to his left foot that I did to the first one. Then I lick long
laps up his calf and onto his thighs all the way to his crotch, then down
the other leg, and up the first one again, my tongue sliding in the earlier
spit. When I've licked on top of his thigh to his crotch again, I take his
hard boner in my mouth and suck the precum down my throat and lap at the
head until Robby arches his back groaning and then bucks his hips and pours
cum into my mouth. It runs out the edges of my lips as he humps his hips
again, his eyes squeezed shut and a long painful sounds comes from his
throat as he wraps his legs around me clasping his ankles together. His
back arches again as I suck his cock and more cum shoots out. Then he
shudders from his shoulders to his hips, his legs tightly around my body,
and he moans again before collapsing back against the seat, his feet
dropping to the floor of the pickup. Guess I got carried away there. We
don't say anything as I take his still hard boner from my mouth, swallowing
what remains of his cum, then I rub his legs waiting for Robby to do or say
something. He finally quietly says, "That was the most erotic experience of
my life, Dylan. So submissively loving and sexy I haven't words to describe
it. Come on up next to me so I can hold your wonderful body and kiss your
beautiful face. I sit next to him and we hug each other for a few minutes;
hugs of almost desperation, then warm kisses before Robby says, "I won't
have another orgasm for hours, you drained spunk from my nuts for this
orgasm and probably the next one too, but you're so sexy to me I've still
got my boner, and I'm going to use it to fuck an orgasm out of you?" I nod
my head, still not speaking. I don't know why I'm silent, maybe I just
don't feel like breaking the spell I'm in.


I'm in a fog as Robby gets his legs up so I can swings my legs over and lay
on the seat on my stomach. He gets between my legs and then lays his whole
body on me to squirm against my back, buttocks, and legs; his boner flat
between us. We both have our legs bent so our feet are in the air, against
the window next to the steering wheel, rubbing together. Robby kisses the
side of my face and then pokes his cock in my asshole and lays flat
pressing his body against my back so his boner's a full four inches inside
my rectum, and I quietly moan at the wonderful way it feels. It was a
little painful going in, but for only maybe fifteen seconds because my ass
is well conditioned to accept hard cock visitors. Earlier I almost
spontaneously climaxed when I was submissively licking Robby's asshole,
feet, and legs... so I'm three-quarters to my orgasm already. After a
minute, Robby lifts his chest off my back and with a hand on the seat at
either side of me, he begins humping his hips and fucking my ass amazingly
effectively, hitting my prostate repeatedly. I'm already so worked-up from
the cock and ass sucking, feet and leg licking, and all the rest that I
promise myself not to ruin this wonderful sex by squealing like a girl when
my building climax erupts. Robby's fucking me faster now and the sensations
in my ass keep building and building until they spread out all around me to
my balls and groin and toes and hair follicles on top of my head, and I
begin to whimper Robby's name and when my climax becomes obvious my whole
body is writhing under Robby as I groan and moan, making the biggest ass of
myself ever, but it's so fucking hot and tantalizing I can't help it and
when it's my turn to climax, I arch my back, lifting my torso off the seat,
and squeal the way I didn't want to as waves of almost uncontrollable
shudders precede my first shot of cum that splashes on the seat under me,
joining my twin boyfriend's spunk. I buck up lifting Robby to get my fist
around my cock stroking it as a second string of cum flies out. The third
sharp shot of cum has me on my side, Robby's cock dislodged as I jerk
around spastically, done my squeal now and trying to catch my breath. I
look back at Robby with wild eyes, a red face, and perspiration on my
forehead, as he stares at me in disbelief. Then things begin receding and I
wonder what the fuck that was; what just happened? Robby almost looks
scared and I almost feel scared because I've never had such a violent
climax before.


Embarrassed, I sit up still holding my boner, mumbling, "I don't know what
happened there, Robby. It was a fantastic climax, but it's like I was out
of control." "Are you okay, Dylan? That's all I care about," as he hugs me
to him and rubs my arm. "You were yelling and it scared me a little."
Naked, we sit in Robby's pickup, his arm across my shoulders and talk about
our sexual experience of the last thirty minutes or more. The best we can
come up with is the perfect storm theory, and I believe it's probably right
on target. Our initial conversation basically put me in my place, although
that's not the way Robby put it, and started me slipping into a submissive
frame of mind, mostly because I admired the way Robby explained everything,
especially the stern reminder outside the pickup and it created the need in
me to please him; I wanted to give him a reason for, and reinforce his
contention that, he loves me way more than Ryan. Robby's so incredibly
sexually hot in my mind anyway, and that talk when we first parked and then
outside, plus my honest assessment that he's right about everything he
said, kept adding to my submissive state of mind and then, with me on my
knees in front of him, he did the lover's make-out so sweetly and with such
feeling I was overwhelmed with the idea of pleasing my boyfriend and
worried, at the same time, that maybe I don't deserve him. When he asked me
so nicely to suck his cock, in my anxiousness to please, I kept at it and
sucked everything that's Robby from his waist down, turning myself on as
much as it turned Robby on and his cum explosion in my mouth and subsequent
fuck simply took me to a place of sexual pleasure I've never been before,
and so I freaked-out a little. Maybe it was like trying a strong drug for
the first time, I don't know because I don't do drugs, but like a drug
addiction, I want to find that place again soon.  Robby's talking about his
view of our sex and the incredible climax he had in my mouth, "When you
licked my feet, Dylan, I thought I'd blow my load right then, but I
concentrated on not doing that because everything was so perfectly sexy and
new that it was thrilling and I wanted it to go on for a long, long time."
We're quite happy with one another right now and finally, for the moment,
we're done trying to figure out this new sexual experience. As Robby's
driving me home, I say, "Actually, it was new and strange to you, and me
too, but it probably wouldn't be to more experienced gay lovers. When you
think about it, I just extended the rimming to your feet and legs. And
people have foot fetishes too so, ya know." He asks, "Do ya think you'll do
it again some time? I'd really like it if you did." I go, "Sure I will, I
love every part of your body, inside and out, but for me to get the sexual
pleasure out of it that I got tonight I think it has to be another one of
our spontaneous encounters. Planning it ahead of time probably wouldn't be
nearly as good as it was tonight." He grins, looking over at me, and says,
"Let's try it anyhow, just to see." I nod my head, muttering, "Eyes on the
road, boss," and he laughs. We have a two minutes lovers kiss goodnight in
the pickup at the curb below my condo, then Robby quietly says, "What a
wonderful and productive night, Dylan. Are we straight about where we all
stand, you and me and Ryan?" I go, "Yes, Robby. And I know you'll remind me
if I forget anything." He's smiling when he says, "Yep, but most of all, I
want you to remember that you're the true love of my life and you always
will be." I mumble, "Thanks, Robby, don't you forget that or I'll remind
you of that!" Another kiss, then he says he'll call me tomorrow 'cause he
wants to go with Chubby and me when Chubby gets his other ear pierced. "I
think I'll get mine pierced too, like you, Dylan." Walking up the steps to
my condo I revel in the love Robby and me shared tonight, and I'm feeling
much better about everything now that we had our talk; or more accurately,
Robby had his talk. Tomorrow's another day though, and things seem to
change in my life kinda quickly lately, so we'll see. For now I feel
awesome!


Even though I don't get to bed until one o'clock, I'm up at nine this
morning feeling wonderful. No hangover from the drinking Chubby and I did
earlier in the evening, and no hangover from Robby's laying-down-the-law
talk either. I'm good with it all, for now at least. After a shower I dress
in clean sweatpants and a short-sleeved pullover, put on sneakers and head
upstairs to see if Chubby's up yet. Letting myself in Chubby's condo with
the key in the mailbox, I quietly close the door and listen for any
movement, but the only sound I hear is the ambient sound of the
heater. It's the first day of May, but a chill is still in the
air. Thinking I should have chosen a sweatshirt, I tip toe over to Chubby's
bedroom and open the door to peek in. There's my bro looking cute, sleeping
soundly. Should I wake him? Hmmm, it's tempting, but I give him a break and
quietly walk back outside, wait until I hear the lock on the front door
click when I close the door, then I'm quickly down the steps to my place. I
know what I'll do: I'll go to Dunkin' Donuts and get our coffees. We won't
drink them for at least two hours, but I'll reheat them in the microwave
when brunch is ready. Back inside my condo I get my set of Jeep keys, pull
on a sweatshirt and go out through the finished basement to the garage. My
mind wanders to the awesome time Robby and I had last night and, sitting in
the Jeep, I text Robby: 'Last night was fantastic, Robby. I love you! Will
call you later after brunch.' Backing the Jeep out of the garage my iPhone
beeps so I stop and check it, and it's a text from Robby: 'Can I join you
for brunch? I love you too, more than you love me! j/k' I text back, 'I'll
be right over, boyfriend!' My dick squirms just texting with him; it's the
way Willie makes my dick squirm sometimes from just seeing him or talking
with him; it's the dom/sub thing again. Nice! In less then fifteen minutes
I pull into Robby's driveway; he's outside waiting for me. He gets in with
a big smile and I lean over, "Kiss me, you sexy thing," but Robby says,
"Not here! Pull out of the driveway," and my dick squirms again at the
authority in his voice. He's still got it from last night. I mutter, "Okay,
sorry, Robby." We go down the block and around the corner, before Robby
says, "Over there, Dylan, part at the side of the convenience store." As
I'm doing that, Robby says, "I'm sorry I snapped at you a few minutes ago,
but my mom and dad are up and they could easily glance out the window." I
park alongside the building where people only park when the spaces in front
of the store are taken. The store's open, but there's hardly any traffic at
nine-thirty on a Sunday morning. Glancing at Robby now, and he's like,
"Well, come over from behind the steering wheel, silly". I grin with
anticipation as I slide over and Robby puts both his arms around my neck
and hugs the side of his face against mine, then he drags his cute nose
across my cheek going, "Mmmmm, you smell so good I wish I could bite you,"
and then he does, he lightly bites my bottom lip and right after that his
tongue is in my mouth. My eyes close as I moan in my throat and lick his
tongue as our lips kiss. We kiss like that for a couple of minutes and it's
so sexy and wonderful I don't even know where I am... just who I'm
with. When Robby's smeared both our mouths, lips, and chins with our mutual
saliva he breaks away from the kiss leaving me almost faint with desire for
him. I moan, "Fuck me, Robby, please..." He's breathing deeply groping his
crotch, then mumbles, "Not here, Dylan. Go to the middle school football
field, if no one is running their dog there we can do a 'quickie' safely. I
want to feel my dick inside you again so badly it makes me feel helpless."
My hand is shaky as I put on my seatbelt and restart the Jeep willing
myself to be calm so I can drive safely.


On the way to the football field Robby rubs my shoulder, asking, "Isn't our
love better now than ever, Dylan?" Left unsaid is, 'since I made Ryan my
other boyfriend'. All I want to think about is the fact that he's right,
our love affair is better than ever, and he's hotter to me then ever before
as well. But I'd rather not think about the reason for that, as I reply,
"You're right, Robby, whatever the reason. It's like, when I don't think I
can love you anymore, I do just that. Hope it never stops." Glancing at
him, he looks happy and maybe a little pleased with himself, and I guess he
should be too. He's instigated this ramped-up love by taking charge and
doing what he thinks is fair and right. It hurts a little that I need to
swallow Robby's open display of affection for my twin boyfriend, and
knowing he's showing favoritism towards him when it comes to working this
summer hurts too, but I'm not overly concerned now because I've almost
convinced myself that the end result is worth it. As I may have mentioned a
hundred times, nothing's perfect. There's not a soul in sight when I drive
the Jeep onto the middle school's parking lot. "Park behind the snack bar,
Dylan," so I do that, and after turning off the Jeep and quickly undoing my
seatbelt, I'm right over to Robby's side of the seat and we're right back
into a slightly out of control make-out until Robby breathlessly says,
"Pull down your pants," as he does the same. When our bare asses are on the
seat, and our boners are sticking up against our bellies, he says, "Suck it
for me, Dylan," and I lean over and go right down on it and it's so sexy
sucking his cock I feel like crying. This is so hot! He rubs my head, neck,
and shoulders; then, pressing the palms of his hands under my sweatshirt he
massages my bare back. When I taste precum, he's like, "Okay, okay... sit
on my boner now." Even though Robby slides the bench seat backs far as
it'll go, it's awkward getting in position to sit on his cock, but looking
out the windshield I steady myself holding onto the dashboard and lower my
ass.  Robby guides his hard cock to my asshole and I sit on it. His cock
stretches my anus and then slips by that and I go down on his boner two
inches, then slowly slide down the next four inches of ecstasy until I'm
sitting on his thighs. We both moan with sexual pleasure as I squirm my
buttocks on his legs and close my eyes loving the sensations in my
ass. Robby's got his hands on either side of my head turning my head
sideways so he can get his lips on mine and our tongues meet to lick
together with both of us going, "Mmmmm, mmm." Then I start riding his cock
as he's energetically humping his hips up against my ass and we're both
make silly sounds, not caring we're acting like we haven't had sex in
months. Five minutes of almost desperate fucking and then Robby cums first,
going, "Umpth, umpth, oh fuck, I'm cumming!" and his cock spurts spunk
inside me and then my ass is filled with wetness and I'm moaning stupidly,
but it feels so wonderful I want it to last forever. Then I'm grunting,
holding my mouth shut with all my might as I tighten the muscles in my
pelvic area and cum shoots straight up, then a strong thin streak follows
the first one going almost to the roof of the cab, then shorter spurts and
I'm feeling faint from the enormous amount of erotic sensations all over my
body. Shortly my head clears and I lay back against Robby stroking my
sensitive cock as he kisses the side of my neck. Climaxing with that amount
of force, and doing it because the boy you love fucked you, is the apex of
pleasure. There isn't anything above it. It's the top of the highest
mountain. "Ride my cock a little more, Dylan. That was fantastic." I gulp
and ride his cock for two minutes more continually stroking mine, and them
with Robby's strong hands on my hips assisting, I lift off and when the
head of Robby's cock pops past my anus lips, there's a wet sucking
sound. His hard cock free of my ass Robby and I both exclaim. "Oooh!" then
more of the, "Mmmm," pleasure moans.


We're a mess. Cum all over Robby's lap from his climax drooling from my
rectum and there's cum in his burr haircut where spunk from my second high
stream of cum landed there on it's way down. I've got my own cum around my
crotch and some on my shoulder where the first shot landed when it came
down. I say, "We're kinda drenched in cum, but right after we get the
coffees, we'll clean up at my place. Mom won't be up for at least another
hour." Robby goes, "After we get the coffee? We're going in the store with
cum in my hair... hahaha. You gotta be kidding!" I laugh, "Yeah, I hear ya,
we'll use the drive thru," he goes, "Good plan. Ya got tissues in here?" I
don't but give him my handkerchief which he uses to clean his lap a little,
then his hair and I put the damp handkerchief in my jockey shorts to absorb
leaking spunk from my asshole. Robby pulls up his pants as I'm doing the
same. He says, "God, that was a special unexpected treat, Dylan!" We take
turns raving about our latest spontaneous sex, as we refer to it; "That
spontaneous fuck was almost as good as the first one, Dylan." I go, "I'll
say, but that first one in our apartment is gonna be hard to beat. You're
so awesome with sex anymore, Robby... so freakin' hot! You're smoking,
dude!" "Oh my God, I love that you said that, Dylan, I don't ever remember
you being so specific. Makes me feel good, I can tell ya that." I go, "I've
always told you how much I love having sex with you, Robby." He's like,
"Not in the kind of enthusiastic way you just said it. That was a great
endorsement." I'm looking over at him, asking, "Endorsement? Have you ever
used that word before in your life?" He laughs, muttering, "Another
Ryan-isms, he says the way I fuck him is an endorsement of the way he
pleases me. It's corny, but he's always saying stuff like that. He says he
get high being submissive to me. He overdoes that stuff, but it sure
builds-up my ego, ya know?" I go, "Huh," wondering why the hell I asked
about that 'endorsement' word, because I already knew where it came from,
and it just gave Robby an opening to talk about his favorite subject of
late, little Ryan... my boyfriend twin. Oh brother! I bite my tongue, then
ask, "What kind of coffee do you want?", changing the subject if nothing
else. He says, "Oh yeah. Hmmm, how 'bout a cappuccino?" I go, "Good by me,"
as I'm pulling into the drive-thru lane. There are four cars ahead of us
and it seems each one is ordering for twenty people. Gawd! It takes fifteen
minutes before I'm picking up two large regular coffees and two medium, and
a medium cappuccino for Robby. Robby's busy looking at something out the
window while I pay for it. He's not a spendthrift.


We talk more about this summer and Robby's grass cutting crew, and there's
some good news that Robby shares with me: this year there's a fifty cent an
hour wage increase for guys who have worked at least one year for the
company. That's the good news, the bad news is Robby's now routinely
referring to Ryan as his assistant. Then, once he's established in my head
that Ryan is indeed his assistant, he refers to Ryan as simply, 'my
assistant', as in: "My assistant will supervise the crew when I'm with the
other crew supervisors reporting to our boss, Chuck Tannum, or when Chuck
gets all the lawn maintenance supervisors in for a meeting to evaluate each
week's work". Then he adds, "I'm making it clear to my crew the first day
of the summer that when I'm not present my assistant is the boss. That way
there isn't any doubt in anybody's mind who's in charge." I'm rolling my
eyes, thinking Robby's getting carried away again with the new found power
position of crew boss, but hold my tongue. I mean, how dumb is it making
someone who's got no experience on a lawn cutting crew his assistant? Give
me a break! But all I say is, "Huh," and then, to change the subject, "Do
you want to take a shower at my place, Robby?" He's like, "No thanks, I
just had one an hour ago. I'll just clean up." I go, "Yeah, me to, but I
feel your cum in my ass and I kinda like that; I hate to wash it out." He
says, "You're kidding! That's exactly what Ryan says, and he doesn't clean
it out either, just leaves as much as possible up his ass. Haha!. Ryan
tells me, "Like an hour after I fuck him, he's still clutching his anus
closed, keeping my spunk inside him. It's so cool both my boyfriends want
to keep my cum inside them, what a coincidence," and I go, "Huh." Willie
broke me in on the concept of cum in my pants, but Ryan decided that on his
own somehow. I'll bet Willie would've been thrilled if I'd decided it on my
own, instead of requiring him to train me to like it. That goddamn Ryan's a
better submissive than me, I guess. No wonder Robby can't stop talking
about him. Well, last night I told Robby I'm in agreement with everything
he said and one of those things was that the three of us, the twin
boyfriends and Robby, all see eye to eye on everything, which is why I'm
assuming Robby doesn't think he's being callus mentioning Ryan as much as
he does. Again I think, 'He probably drives Ryan crazy by mentioning me so
much too'. I hope so anyway.


Inside the condo I drop off the coffees in the kitchen, then Robby and me
go into my little bathroom to clean up. We both pull our pants down, as
Robby's saying, "You clean me up and I'll clean you, okay?" Now I like when
I hear the 'okay?' at the end of his sentence, so I go, "Good idea."
Getting the water running warm in the sink, then wetting a washcloth and
getting on my knees in front of Robby, I wipe at his pubic hairs, saying,
"I can't wait to cut your pubes, Robby." He says, "Oh... um, Ryan and I are
going to shave each other after the last final exam. I hope you'll agree to
make it a three-way. Not a three-way sex 'cause I don't want Ryan involved
in that just yet; we'll save that for later in the summer, but we can do a
three-way pubes party." It's better than nothing, so I say, "Sure, I'd like
that," but without much enthusiasm, and Robby draws out my name, "Dylaaaan!
We're a threesome now, remember?" I mutter, "I know," and begin wiping his
dick clean. When it's clean I look up to Robby, and ask, "You want me to
suck your cock a little?" He says, "Yeah, why don'cha," and I can't help
grinning at how he said that because I could tell he liked me asking to do
it instead of just sucking him off like I would have in the good old
single-boyfriend days. I start off the way I always do and by the time the
shaft of his cock is dripping with saliva he's got himself another
boner. He goes, "Stand-up Dylan and I'll fuck you for a little bit. I'm not
going to be able to work-up a climax this soon, but it'll feel good." As
I'm standing I wonder if he means it'll feel good to me, like he's giving
me a little treat, or if he means it'll feel good on his dick; I hope he
meant it'll feel good for both of us, and I don't even know why I'm
questioning that. I guess it's because this is a new relationship
arrangement and it just raises questions in my over-analytical mind, 'cause
it's so new. He turns me around slowly, asking, "Do you think we're
oversexed?" I go, "Oh, fer sure. It used to be just me, but now both of us
are." Robby pushes his boner past my sphincter muscle, asking, "Yeah, ain't
it great that we are?" I stifle a moan, murmuring, "Yeah," then, "That
feels so good, Robby," and he fucks me for five minutes with quiet moans
coming from both of us. We're as quiet as we can be because my mom's
sleeping two doors down. When Robby's fucked me long enough to get my boner
back to a pretty hard state, he pulls out, mumbling, "I'm not gonna even
get a spurt of spunk out of these drained balls of mine." Then a stinging
smack on my ass with his hand; the smack's a good one and it echoes in the
bathroom, after which he says, "I'll clean your ass for you now." Which he
does using the same washcloth I cleaned him with. When my buttocks and the
back of my thighs are clean, he says, "I won't push the washcloth up your
hole to clean it because then you wouldn't be able to feel remnants of my
cum up there if I did that. Here will you clean my dick again? There a lot
of cum still in your bowels." That statement is followed by another
stinging slap on my ass that I don't comment on, just a quiet murmured,
"Ow." Willie's explained why the dominant sex-partner smack's his
submissive's ass so often, but I'm wondering how Robby knows about
it. Probably Ryan told him. Robby says, "You're good to go, Dylan," and as
rinse out the washcloth and clean his cock again, he asks, "Hey, what are
you making for brunch?" Finished the second cleaning of his now soft penis,
I pull up my pants without doing what I want to do, which is rub my smacked
ass, and say, "Jeez, good question. Chubby and I were suppose to plan
brunch last night, but we never got around to it. Let's see what's in the
refrigerator".


Following Robby out of the bathroom I do rub my stinging, smacked ass and
that helps for some reason; maybe getting some extra blood circulating
around the cheek. Willie's smacks on my ass are pretty much like Robby's;
it's a close call, but I think Robby's got a harder ass slap going for him
then Willie. Humph, that's surprising. Robby and I peer into the
refrigerator and discover there isn't a hell of a lot of potential brunch
stuff in there, so we go up to check the refrigerator in Chubby's
condo. Using the mailbox key again I let us into Chubby and Tris' condo
with me putting my finger to my lips and making that, "Shhhh," sound as we
walk into the kitchen. Not much brunch fixings in here either so I wiggle
my finger that Robby should follow me, and lead him into Chubby's bedroom
again. Chubby's still sleeping, which surprises me because he went to bed
at eleven last night, but then again, teens can rack up some big sleeping
time if not disturbed.  However, I'm going to disturb this sleeping teen. I
lean over Chubby, who's sleeping on his side with his face in my direction,
and when I kiss his lips his eyes open immediately. He looks at me, then
Robby, and asks, "What the fuck is this, an intervention?" I make a face at
him, like, "Great serious!" So he goes, "Oh, it's a roommate's convention?"
Muttering, "Don't be ridiculous," I sit on the side go the bed and play
with his hair, adding, "It's neither, obviously... it's a wake-up call
because we need to get some fixings for brunch and it's after ten o'clock
already. And, why are you still sleeping? You were in bed at eleven last
night." He says, "You weren't suppose to tell anybody about that except the
moms. Now Robby will spread it all over the campus that a Merrimack student
went to bed at eleven o'clock on a fucking Saturday night. Won't ya,
Robby?" Robby goes, "Yep!" Chubby says, "I can't get out of bed right now
anyway, I've got a boner." I say, "We've seen boners before, get the fuck
up, we got work to do." Chubby smirks, saying, "I'm playing with it at the
moment, if you don't mind." Robby goes, "Boners while sleeping are called
nocturnal penile tumescence or NPT, did you also have a nocturnal emission
too? I'm curious because I've never had one." Chubby and I exchange looks,
like, 'What the....?, then Chubby says, "That's a mighty big term for a
freshman, Robby," and Robby laughs, going, "Oh, that's Ryan again, he knows
all about penises and stuff, and he likes to impress me with big words." I
raise my eyebrows while looking at Chubby, who asks Robby, "Is that the kid
you're messing around with making my main hommie so distraught?" I go,
"Chubby! It's alright." Robby looks at me with a questioning expression,
like, 'Where you complaining about Ryan to Chubby?' To get off this topic,
I ask Chubby, "What do you have in mind for a brunch menu this morning?" He
hops out of bed, and he does indeed have a NPT; it's sticking out his
pajama bottom's zipper slit. Chubby doesn't care, he walks to the bathroom,
staying, "I'll be with you two in five minutes and we'll decide then what
to do about brunch, now give me some privacy so I can do doodies in the
toilet". Without closing his bathroom door, Chubby pulls down his pajama
bottom and plops on the toilet, as I say to Robby, "Let's wait in the
kitchen."


In the kitchen Robby asks me the same question that his
questioning-expression asked a minute ago, "Did you go bitching to Chubby
about me having another boyfriend? We talked this all out... three or four
times, actually!" He's whispering, but the emphasis and maybe a little
anger is till obvious. I whisper, "No, of course not, but he saw me
studying alone and wondered where you were, so I mentioned you and
Ryan. It's not a secret is it?" He calms down, then whispers, "No, and I'm
sorry for accusing you. It's just, oh I don't know; I want it to go
smoothly with you, me, and Ryan, that's all." I whisper, "It is,
Robby. Ryan and I like each other. He fucked me, how much more friendly can
I be?" He laughs quietly at that, then says, "I won't let him do me of
course, and you're the only one I'll let him do it with, so he's been
nagging me to talk you into another go-round. Whaddaya say, we'll keep the
sex among the three of us." Still whispering, I go, "Yeah, I guess. It was
okay, but why can't we do a three-way if it's okay for Ryan to screw me?"
Robby chews on his lip, then goes, "Oh, it's selfish of me, but I hate the
thought of someone else fucking Ryan. I'm not ready for that yet." I ask,
"By someone, you mean me, right?" He nods his head, "Yeah, I'm sorry,
Dylan, but the thought of him being submissive to someone else like he is
with me gives me stomach cramps." There's something so wrong about Robby's
position on this, but before I can sort it out, Chubby's boisterously
saying, "Okay, you whisperers, what are you whispering about?" I go, "You,
of course. And we're fucking whispering so we don't wake Tris, ya nut." He
goes, "Oh yeah, but mom's a heavy sleeper. Let's check the refrigerator". I
say, "I already did," but he checks it anyway, and then mutters, "Hmmm, no
brunch fixing in here, to speak of." I whisper, "No shit, sherlock, I just
told you that." He smiles at me, saying, "Oh yeah, you did. Hey, you look
cute this morning, Dylan. Did Robby sleep over last night and take care of
you? Is that why you look so cute?" I go, "So many questions from you this
morning? And, no, he didn't sleep over; we hooked up this morning, but that
don't mean he didn't 'take care of me' as you put it," and when I glance at
Robby, he's blushing slightly. Probably thinking about our hooking-up in a
very sexual manner about forty-five minutes ago; that slight blush is a
touch of the old Robby sneaking through his dominant facade, and it makes
me smile, and ponder, 'Which one do I like better: old Robby or the new
version?' Then I tell myself, 'Both.'


The three of us crowd into the Jeep with me driving and Robby in the
middle. Chubby no sooner sits down when he wants to know, "What the hell
did you spill on our seat, Dylan?" Oops, some of Robby's cum drippings from
my ass, no doubt. I say, "Coffee, Chub. Robby and I already got the
coffees." He mutters, "It's sticky here," then with more enthusiasm, "Oh,
you got the coffees, good for you!" Robby's got the giggles over the cum
under Chubby. I manage somehow to keep a straight face, asking, "What's so
funny, Robby?" He falls into that giggling condition where the more you
want to stop giggling, the more impossible that becomes. Chubby's like,
"You think it's so funny, Robby, you sit in this seat on the way back, and
I'll get the giggles, okay?" Robby giggles on, nodding his head that it's
okay with him, and we make it to Stop & Shop without getting into an
accident. Inside the store Chubby and I pick out Canadian bacon, Yukon gold
potatoes, a green pepper and a sweet onion, which we plan to dice-up to add
to the hash brown potatoes we're going to make from scratch, English
muffins, and we already have eggs at home. Poached eggs on English muffin
halves, hash brown potatoes and Canadian bacon. "Is that enough do ya
think, Chubby?" He goes, "No, let's get something sweet. I'm thinking those
Pillsbury cinnamon buns will be just the thing. We'll bake them and they've
got the icing to add when the buns are hot right out of the oven. They're
easy as hell to do and they'll smell great while baking." "Awesome idea," I
say, and that's what we do. Robby's like, "Man, it all sounds
delicious. Can I have brunch with you guys every Sunday?" Chubby squeezes
the back of Robby's neck, like I do to Chubby, as he says, "Yeah giggles,
'cause you're so fuckin' cute; you and one of your boyfriends here,"
nodding his head at me, "make for great scenery while eating." Robby
jokingly asks, "Will you be my third boyfriend, Chubby?" Chubby goes, "No,
it'd hurt my bro's feelings and I love him to death, so you're out of
luck." Robby goes, "Me too, I love him to death too," and I'm liking the
drift of this conversation. To avoid the lines we check ourselves out in
one of the self check-out lanes, and then Robby all of a sudden shows great
interest in the candy display as Chubby and I are splitting the cost of the
food. On the way out I see Cory Dunlevy limping around so I stop and ask
how he's doing while Robby and Chubby continue on their way to the Jeep
with the groceries. Cory tells me, "The ankle has a high sprain, so it's
gonna take a while to heal. Don't forget to call me this summer though, we
should go bowling at least once." I go, "Fer sure, Cory. Hey, that's a good
haircut you got there. Did you do it yourself?" He's like, "Yeah, it
turned-out really good and I saved nineteen dollars. Hard doing the back
though." I say, "I'll cut your hair for free anytime, Cory." He goes,
"Thanks, Dylan. I may take you up on that some time. You're an okay kid,
I'm glad I met ya." We bump fists, something he wouldn't do when we first
met, but he's loosened up considerable since then.


The brunch is a huge success and the moms outdo themselves complimenting
how handsome Robby is and how fantastic this brunch is. Of course us three
boys eat most of it, the moms have a little of each thing and then share a
cinnamon bun taking such small nibbles from it that it might take them all
day to finish their halves. But they claimed to love the sweet roll, and
it's always fun talking with them even though they may ask a few too many
questions about what's going on in our lives. Robby's the Robby of old with
the moms and that's a damn sweet Robby too. His new pretend self also has
sweetness because that's basically what he's all about. At one point during
our brunch, while us boy are stuffing our faces with the food, my mom asks
Robby if all three of us roommates get along all the time, and Robby goes,
"Chubby and Dylan are great roommates, but I have to say, as great as it
was sharing the apartment with Chubby, Dylan's been so awesome and
supportive of me I just love him for being there all year for me, and we
had to share a bedroom too, which couldn't have gone any better". Chubby
mutters. "They had to share the bed too, the apartment came with a double
bed in each bedroom, so ya know, that could be awkward for some guys." I
give Chubby a hard look, and he goes into his imitation of my phony coughs
that gets me laughing. Tris is patting Chubby's back, while telling my mom,
"Jeffrey gets these coughing fits sometimes," my mom looks concerned,
saying, "Dylan too. They're so alike," then both my mom and Tris look
confused when us three boys laugh, we can't believe they don't realize our
coughs are fake. It's fun 'cause the moms are so wonderful, and naive at
the same time. After cleaning up the brunch dishes and pans, us boys endure
all the kissing and hugging from the moms as we're leaving for the mall, so
it's pretty much a normal Sunday morning as far as that goes.


In the Jeep Chubby insist he sit in the middle, for the first time in his
life, obviously because of the 'coffee stain' on the shotgun seat. Robby
anticipated that and has a paper towel from my place to put on the damp cum
spot, so everyone's content. Chubby jokingly says, "I might get my lip
pierced too," and Robby goes, "I'm thinking of getting my nose pierced, how
ya think that would look, Dylan?" I say, "Why don't I get both my eyebrows
and dick pieced too, my twin would probably like that." Chubby goes, "Twin?
Who the fuck's your twin, Dylan? I thought we were the identical twins,
that's what you've been telling me for years. What, we're triplets now?"
Robby goes, "Dylan's referring to my other boyfriend.That's what he calls
him, not me." Chubby says, "Dude, having two boyfriends at the same time is
sick, and slightly stupid, no offense intended, but we're teenagers so what
the fuck, anything goes I guess. Good luck to all three of you, but I'm
sorry to have to give you this newsflash... you're all in a loser
situation. Make up your mind and go for it. My bro can handle it any way it
goes, can't ya bro?" I go, "Um, well if you say so Chubby." Robby's
defensive, "It's only for a couple of months at the most, and Dylan knows
that very well because it was his idea in the first place, as I've reminded
him about a thousand times. I will always love Dylan more than anyone; I
always have and I always will. I love him a hundred times more than any
other boy on the planet; including someone as hot as your personage,
Chubby." Chubby goes, "Personage? Who the fuck says that?" I go, "Ryan,"
and Robby drags out my name, "Dylaaan!" so I say, "Sorry, Robby, but you
said it was a Ryan word." Chubby says, "You two numbnuts have your cat
fight some other time, I'm ready for some serious pain so I'm gonna get my
balls pierced in three places. Plus, I think Dylan's got a good idea, I'll
get my dick pierced too."  I go, "You're nonsensical!" Chubby's shaking his
head, muttering, "Nonsensical my ass."


Inside the mall Robby and Chubby argue about where to get they should get
their ear's pierced; their right ears of course, they both already have
their left ear pierced, and they both did that because I got my ear pieced,
although neither of them will admit it. I'm the fashion-setter, with an
assist from the Mohawk man who helped me decide on the ear piercing
fashion-statement by piercing my ear without me asking me if I wanted it
pierced. That's a minor detail though; the fact is, I got my ear pierced
first and my homies got their's pierced after they saw how cool I looked
with a pierced ear. Willie gets an assist on my other pierced ear because
he decided I'd get my other ear pierced in Key West, and now Robby and
Chubby all of a sudden get the idea in their heads to do the same. Robby
says, "I want a sterile place, not one of these fly-by-night booths down
the center of the aisle." Chubby says, "Yeah, we'll try that jewelry shop,
Kay's Jewelry." But when he asks about that at Kay's, he's informed the
jewelry shop doesn't pierce ears, so they try Long's jewelry and they don't
do it either. Robby says, "Okay, the hell with jewelry shops, let's choose
the cleanest looking booth." Chubby rolls his eyes at me, and says, "Yes,
what a great idea," then, "That goes without saying, Robby." Robby decides
on a booth with a hot looking twenty-something year old guy behind the
counter. The guy has way too many piercings himself, but Robby claims that
means the kid's experienced at piercing. Chubby wants a booth with a hot
chick, who also has way too many piercings visible on her, with Chubby
stating the experience rational of Robby's applies to her too. I'm getting
a headache from rolling my eyes so much, but they finally flip a coin and
it comes up 'hot looking twenty-something-year-old guy'. Chubby goes, "If
he fucks this up Robby, I'm gonna pierce someplace on you," and Robby gets
him in a headlock, muttering, "If you can." Yeah, we act like twelve year
olds at times.


The guy in the booth appears to be uber straight, and he appears to be
bored with his job as well. Not in love with his lot in life apparently. He
takes a deep breath when Chubby announces to the guy he's got two customers
who want their ears pierced. Letting the air out slowing the hot-looking
guy, mutters, "Oh goodie..." Chubby gives me a grin, muttering, "This
should work-out swell." The guy in the booth, who has a name tag claiming
he's 'Thor M', asks, in a monotone, "You guys got ID, you need to be
eighteen before I'm allowed to do it. Owner's rules, not mine 'cause I
don't give a shit." Now Robby and Chubby exchange glances as I hold back a
snicker observing the situation, happy not to be involved in it. Chubby
pokes his tongue in his cheek as he looks at Thor over the top of the cool
sunglasses he's wearing, then takes out his license to show the guy,
asking, "Can I get my dick pierced too?" Thor mutters, "If you want to, but
not here," then to Robby, "You got a license?" Robby shows him and Thor
says, "It's fifteen bucks unless you buy something, then it's free. Ya
gonna buy something?" This begins a painful, for me, fifteen minute
inspection of earrings by Robby and Chubby. I start boy-watching of the
passing parade wandering around the mall. There are always some teenage
boys in a mall, but for the first ten minutes they're nothing to write home
about. Then a gem walks towards me with a pretty girl by his side. That's a
bad sign, but there are some astonishingly cute boys wasting their lives on
the other team; misguided souls, ya know. This misguided soul is maybe
twenty years old, somewhere around there, and he's hot! First off he's
dressed in cool A & F stuff, so he's got some money, probably from his
folks, and he walks sexily with a slightly arrogant expression on his face,
as if to say, 'That's right, I'm cool and fuck you if you don't like it!',
and probably in his head he includes 'asshole' at the end of that. He looks
the conceited type. Sunglasses up on the top, front, part of his head, just
so everyone knows he's got Oakleys, and he's rocking the perfect slim,
tight body; all six feet of him. He's got one hand in his pocket and the
other one's holding a cigarette, an unlit cigarette just so everyone knows
he's cool enough to smoke. He's got a bit of facial hair purposely unshaven
I suspect, and a recent haircut of his light brown hair; it's very short
with a shaved-in hairline across his forehead and down to his sideburns,
which have been shaved to points. His face is stupidly cute with perfectly
proportioned features that I'm guessing he wishes were more macho looking,
although gay boys and straight girls probably cream in their jeans if he
gives them a smile, which I imagine is a rare occurrence for mister
Cool. The girl keeps glancing over at him and I can't say I blame her. I'm
looking at him while rubbing my chin, miming that I'm trying to think of
something while I do it, so if he glances at me he'll think I'm in a fog
looking at nothing in particular. He gets hotter and cuter the closer he
gets and when he's almost next to me I smell the sexy cologne he's
wearing. The girl asks him, "Johnny, how 'bout we stop at the food court?"
He says, "The food's too expensive and I'm not sure the places there are
clean enough for me eat in." As if that isn't bad enough, he has this
totally uncool, high-pitched pipsqueak of a voice that you might hear come
from a cartoon character. Jesus! Well, at least he didn't pick his nose and
eat a booger like Frehchie in Key west. Way to fuck up your image, dude.


Robby asks me, "What do you think of these, Dylan?" He's holding up a pair
of little hoop earrings that look very similar to mine. I go, "They look
familiar," and Robby goes, "Oh yeah, they are kinda the same as your's,
aren't they?" Not really, they're look-alike with mine, but mine are gold
and those are stainless steel. I go, "Yeah, they're hoops like mine so
obviously I like them, Robby. How much are they?" He goes, "The two of them
are $29.95 plus tax and the piercing is free." I shrug, "Go for it, dude,
you'll be too cool for school wearing those; they're macho looking." Robby
nods his head at the grumpy sales guy, and Thor says, "Down here. You're
not a bleeder are you?" Robby frowns, muttering, "No, of course not."
Grumpy Thor takes a minute rubbing his hands down with sanitizer, then
opens a sterile packet containing a needle, puts a thing at the back of
Robby's ear and pushes the needle through, leaving it there as Robby
winches, then Thor slides in the ear ring giving Robby a sterile gauze to
stem the slight bleeding. Robby hands the guy his debit card holding his
pierced ear with the gauze, then looks at me mouthing, "OW!" smiling his
cute smile at me before punching his security code into a little computer
thingie the grumpy guy points at. Through with the transaction, Robby comes
over, asking, "Do you really like the earrings I picked out?" He's
definitely the old Robby at the moment and I've got the strongest urge to
kiss him. Robby's basic sweetness is irresistible, but instead of kissing
him I squeeze the back of his neck, and then whisper in his ear, "I love
'em, Robby, and I love you too, a whole bunch!" He grins and Chubby says,
"Dylan, look at these and tell me what you think, okay?" I squeeze Robby's
hand, as he retires his grin. Checking-out what Chubby's picked out, I see
they're basically the same as mine and Robby's, little hoops, except
Chubby's are titanium and cost three times as much as Robby's. I go,
"Perfect, Chub, go for it," and he does, except when grumpy Thor pierces
Chubby's ear, Chubby lets out a screech that gets Robby and me laughing and
Thor frowning, muttering at Chubby, "Ya big baby," and then slipping in the
earring. I take Robby's old earring out and put the matching hoop one in
and ta da, he's almost as cool as me. Well, let's not get carried away, but
he's cool and I still want to kiss him.


As Chubby's pretending to be in pain, Robby looks at his reflection in the
mirror on the counter and smiles that he approves. Now, if they'd only
follow my lead, the lead Willie caused in the first place, and get matching
haircuts to mine then we could be the three musketeers, fer sure. Chubby's
paying cash as he mutters to Thor, "Here ya go, ya barbarian." I exchange
Chubby's old earring for the matching titanium one and we strut down to
Game Stop to check out the latest computer games. Later we're wandering
around, Chubby making us laugh with his outrageous observations of our
fellow mall walkers, when we run into one of Chubby's girlfriends, a friend
of Chubby's from high school who happens to be a girl, not a girlfriend per
se. Chubby didn't start formally dating until about ten months ago. Chubby
and the girl are catching up on their different college experiences with
Chubby tell one lie after another, so Robby and I drift away to sit on a
bench.  He's dabbing at his pierced ear, complaining, "This fucker's sore,"
I go, "It doesn't last long," and when two ladies sit down next to us,
Robby takes my bicep and sort of guides me up off the bench and over
against a pillar, then says, "Um, Dylan, I wanna tell you something that
you need to be calm about." I go, "Sure, Robby, what is it?" He dabs at his
sore ear again with the gauze, muttering low so I need to strain to hear
him, "It's, ah, that Ryan's roommate doesn't have a final tomorrow so he's
staying at his home in Methuen and, um, well, I'm spending the night with
Ryan." I give him a dead-eye blank stare and he adds, "Don't be like that,
this is the first chance Ryan and I have had to sleep together and I sleep
with you almost every night when we're at the apartment. I need to be fair
to Ryan too." I chew on my lips, going, "Okay, fine. Thanks for the
heads-up," and he lifts my face with a finger under my chin, asking, "You
okay?" I make a face like, 'Are you kidding, of course I'm fine', then say,
"Yes, I'm fine. I'll miss you, but... ah, I wanted to mention something to
you too, and this is as good a time as any. Willie's coming up Wednesday to
see Merrimack and all, and he's spending the night." Robby wraps me in his
arms as lots of people are walking by, and says, "Thank God! Lately I've
been getting the biggest guilt trip ever. Oh man, this is a relief. You
haven't been doing any catting around and I'm beginning to feel guilty for
all my stuff with Ryan, especially Friday night. I sucked doing that to
you, but we've had a sexy weekend, right?" I go, "Fer sure! So, um, you
don't mind if I spend the night with Willie?" Robby calms down some when he
says, "I wouldn't go that far, but it's part of the deal so I'm resigned to
it. Now I'll feel better about leaving you alone tonight. I'm jealous of
Willie, I admit it, but that's not a new condition for me."


Chubby's here now so we break off that discussion and we listen to him tell
us something his friend told him that he thinks is funny. When Chubby's
through with the short recitation Robby laughs and I chuckle along with
him, although I didn't really pay attention to what he said because I was
thinking of Robby's confession about how guilty he's feeling lately, and
how he's especially guilty about screwing Ryan last Friday night, which was
suppose to be Robby's and my time together. My conclusion is: I like that
he's feeling guilty 'cause I sure as shit have felt my share of that
particular emotion many times, and more importantly he must really care
about me to feel so guilty. Then we walk to the food court for ice cream
cones and while I'm standing in line behind Robby and Chubby, Travis Hunter
comes up behind me and pinches my ass, asking, "How's the hot ass-man
doing," referring back to when I ran into Travis here a couple of weeks
ago, which led to me inferring I liked girls with hot asses, and him
inviting us guys to a party at his house that same night. The very same
night Robby fucked me in the cupola. I go, "Yo, Travis, whassup?" He says,
"Well, there's no party unfortunately," and I ask, "Have your 'rents gotten
over that last party yet?" He goes, "Oh yeah, they were only pissed at my
brother and me for a week or so and then it's time to move on." He's got
his arm around my shoulders, asking, "Did ya hear Payton Sims came out of
the closet; he's gay and he's got a boyfriend at Drexel, where he's going
to college. Actually Dick Ramus outed him, but then Payton confirmed it." I
don't know who those two guys are because Travis and I hung out with
different crowds in high school, so there's no reason I should know
them. Now, because we both go to Merrimack, it seems Travis has adopted me
as his bud. I go, "No shit? I didn't hear anything about it," and Travis
sort of flicks his finger against my hear a few times with the fingers on
his arm across my shoulders. He asks, "What do you think of gays? I've got
nothing against them myself, and I texted that to Payton. I told him to be
himself, particularly in this day and age when nobody much cares if you're
gay or not. I sure don't and, as a matter of fact, I might even try a
little of bi activity myself one of these days," and he plays with my ear a
little more. It's my turn to order a cone, so to be different, I ask for a
small cone with plain chocolate ice cream. The kid behind the counter looks
startled because this place offers twenty-nine flavors of ice cream, and
everyone orders an unusual one, like peanut butter and nuts. I say to the
startled kid behind the counter, "I roll a little differently than the
ordinary ice cream lover." he mutters, "What flavor does your boyfriend
want?" and I go, "Want a cone, Travis? My treat," and he's like, "Yeah,
Dylan," then to the startled kid, "I'll have a vanilla cone," and the kid
actually grins, looking cute too, saying, "You guys are breaking my balls,
ain't cha?" Travis says, "Yes, we are," and the kid dips our ice cream and
plops it on a cone, saying, "That'll be four-fifty." I give him a five,
muttering "Keep the change." Travis had to take his arm off my shoulder
when the kid passed him the cone, and I say to Travis, "There's my homies,"
pointing at the table Chubby and Robby are sitting at eating their cones,
"Why don't ya join us." Travis licks his ice cream with a damn nice looking
tongue, then nods at the kid behind the counter, saying, "How 'bout that
dufus thinking we're boyfriends?" I take a lick of my cone and it's very
chocolatey, not the faint taste of some chocolate ice cream. I go, "Yeah,
how 'bout that," then, just to test a theory I've had about Travis being
bi, I say, "Let me have a lick of your cone," and he goes, "You can lick
mine if I can lick your's," and his eyes are sending an obvious message. He
kinda hot in a different kind of way then most cute guys, and while he's
come-on to me at Merrimack too, it's never been this blatant. I play it
straight, muttering, "Sure," and hold out my cone and Travis licks right
over the spot I just licked, while looking me right in the eyes. To tease
him, I do the same to his vanilla cone while looking him in the eyes. He
swallows, then in a chirpy voice, asks, "Did ya ever try the stuff Payton
must be doing?" I innocently ask, "Like what?" and Travis sucks on his
bottom lip, then comes right out with, "Suck your buddies dick, just to see
what it's like." I go, "Oh that, sure I've done that many times, I'm gay,
didn't you know that?" He goes, "No, I didn't, but you're one sexy
motherfucker so I thought maybe, ya know, because I never saw you with a
girl or anything like that." I go, "Most gays don't date girls although I
had a date this year; I took her to The House Of Blues. Where's your
girlfriend, by the way?" He nods his head and I look in that direction and
see his butch girlfriend with her arm around a hefty, tough-looking girl's
shoulders, their faces close together as they talk. I go, "She's looking
good today," and Travis mutters, "Bullshit. What do ya say, ya wanna mess
around with me sometime?" I go, "Sure, Travis. Not today though, I'm with
my homies, but some other time. How's that?" He smiles a really nice smile,
saying, "That's awesome, that's how that is. Thanks, Dylan, and... um,
you're really hot!" I grin, saying, "Yeah, I know 'cause I hear that all
the times." He goes, "Jeez, can I have your cell number?" I go, "Sure," and
give it to him and he gives me his. He's got a big grin on his face,
saying, "Thanks, Dylan, um, ah, no really, thank you! I'll call ya," I go,
"Okay, see ya around, Travis." He's walking towards his butch, so-called
girlfriend, looking back at me, then he calls out, "Thanks for the cone,"
and I wave my hand like, 'Forget about it, it's nothing.' Chuckling to
myself, I'm thinking, 'That was fun,' as I walk over and sit down with the
boys. Chubby asks, "What'd Travis want?" I go, "Hard to say, he's very
cryptic," and Robby goes, "So are you, what words did he use?" I go, "Hmmm,
I know 'vanilla' was one of them, and um..." Chubby laughs, saying, "Lets
get outta here, I got to study for tomorrow's final."


We walk outside smoking a cigarette on our way to the Jeep. Chubby says, "I
cannot fucking wait until this week is over!" I go, "Ditto, how 'bout you
Robby?" and he goes, "Yeah, in one way I can't wait to be dome freshman
year, but it'll mean our freshman year is over and we're never getting it
back again." Chubby goes, "Very fucking deep, Robby, you're a deep thinker,
ain't cha?" Robby goes, "I don't know, what do you think, Dylan?" I go,
"This conversation is way the fuck over my head already. When are you
heading back to Merrimack, Robby?" He says, "Right after dinner. My mom's
making me my favorite, chicken and dumplings dinner," and Chubby goes,
"Chicken and dumplings? What the hell kind of meal is that; what are you
guys pioneers or something? You gonna eat it around a camp fire?" and the
conversation unfortunately never got much above that level of discord as I
drive us to Robby's house to drop him off. Saying goodbye to him, I add,
"I'll get a ride back with Chubby, see ya later, Robby. Don't have too much
fun tonight, okay?" He goes, "I'll try not to, you either," as I'm
thinking, 'Hey, maybe Chubby will sleep with me tonight. Romeo-Robby will
be with my twin boyfriend and I need a sleeping partner. Or maybe I'll call
Travis".


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


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