Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2012 05:28:12 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR   Chapter 50  by Donny Mumford

			   DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR



				Chapter  50



			     by Donny Mumford



After dropping Robby, with his newly pierced ear, off at his
house, Chubby and I drive to our condos and put in an hour and a half study
time preparing for finals. I concentrate on Tuesday's exam because I've got
Monday's pretty much in my head by now, I'm feeling fairly good about the first
one. At the end of an hour and a half it's apparent to me I'll need at least
another hour and a half study time for Tuesday's morning exam and maybe only an
hour for the afternoon one because that's one of my elective choices, chosen
because it's easy. I'll worry later about the final two exams, one on Wednesday
and the last one on Thursday. Chubby texted me from his condo that he's started
Sunday's dinner. The moms will be home, which isn't always the case because
Sunday afternoon or evening is often their 'date' night; they work at the
restaurant the other six nights, although they usually go out Saturday after
work as well. The moms will be going out later tonight, but they'll be home for
dinner with us boys. Hard working moms, but it's why we get to live in our nice
condos and get to go on a vacation in Wildwood during the summer. Letting
myself into Chubby's and Tris' condo, I find Chubby in the kitchen making
something in a bowl that appears to be the fixings for meatballs. The moms are
sipping Manhattans and sneaking cigarettes out on the balcony. The weather's
warmed up to the high sixties today, after a chilly start this morning, so it's
very pleasant outside. The month of May in New England doesn't always produce
warm weather, but this year's May weather has been nicer than most years. I go,
"Bro, is that gonna be meatballs?" Chubby's like, "Yeah, I
wanted to get these babies mixed before you started adding all the stuff you
put in meatballs." I look over his shoulder, muttering, "Looks like
hamburger mixed with an egg and breadcrumbs." He goes, "Exactly, with
salt, pepper, and some garlic powder." I go, "Huh! No minced onions
or parmesan cheese, I see." He laughs, then yells, "Oh fuck, okay,
mince some onions," as he dumps in some grated parmesan. While I'm at it,
I mince some parsley too, and dump it into the bowl. Chubby says, "Parsley
doesn't taste like anything," and I go, "So what's the harm?" as
I reach over and dump some dried oregano in with everything else. Chubby stands
back, saying, "Why don't you make the meatballs, Emeril, I'll do the
spaghetti sauce." After I wash my hands, I mix everything together really
well, quietly saying, "Don't hurt yourself opening the jar." Chubby
chuckles, mumbling, "Ball buster." We've been using Paul Newman brand
spaghetti sauce lately. As hard as we've tried we can't make a sauce as tasty
as we can buy in a jar, and not just the Paul Newman brand, many brands are
better than our homemade sauce, which Italians call gravy, by the way. That's
what Vinnie told me anyway. Chubby puts a big pot of water on the stove just as
the moms come in to make their second of two drinks; it's always two, no matter
the size of the glass. The moms are creatures of habit. My mom leans over as
I'm forming the mixture into golf ball size meatballs, and kisses my cheek
saying, "Hi, sweetheart, you smell good," and I fake annoyance,
"Mom, I'm concentrating here. Cooking's an art and requires attention to
details." Mom goes, "Yes, dear, and baking's a science. I believe
you've mentioned that before a few times." Tris asks, "Have you boys
studied today?" Chubby's getting out the stuff for a salad, saying,
"Oh man, have we ever. Dylan and I just put in three hours of hard study
time," and his mom says, "Oh, you studied an hour and a half at the
mall, did you? I would have thought it's too noisy there for studying, but
since you got home a little over an hour and a half ago, you must have put the
other hour and a half of study in while strolling around the Natick Mall."
Chubby goes, "Yep, we were double-tasking." The moms chuckle, but
they're not really concerned because our grades have always been above average.

After making their second cocktails, the moms return to the safety
of the balcony to continue their nonstop chatter about God only knows what.
They never run out of things to talk and giggle about. Happy,
positive-thinking, hard-working moms and we love them for it. Chubby and I have
been afforded a lot of freedom while growing up, and while much of it was a
matter of necessity, we've never abused the trust our moms have in us. The
meatballs are ready for the frying pan and the salad's made. The water's
heating and there's Italian bread to slice, but since the moms require at least
forty-five minutes to drink a cocktail, Chubby and I put a hold on the
preparations and go down to my condo, then out on the balcony, the one directly
below the one the moms are on, and light up a cigarette to share. The moms
pretend we don't smoke and we pretend they don't smoke and it works out real
well for all of us. Chubby asks, "How do you really feel about Robby
having another boyfriend? I can't think you're as blasé about it as you pretended."
I go, "Robby and I are uber mature so it's no problem," and Chubby
goes, "Bullshit alert! I guess you were pretending to cry that night you
told me about it." I go, "Yes, you've seen through me, I was faking
my tears." He takes the cigarette from my fingers, raising his eyebrow in
a questioning way, and I say, "Of course I hate it, Chubby, whaddaya
think?" He says, "I feel for you, buddy. You're putting up a good
front though, I'll say that for you." I take the cigarette back,
shrugging, then add, "I'm hoping Robby gets tired of Ryan at some point,
but I don't expect it'll be soon because Ryan's a brown-noser where Robby's
concerned, but I don't blame him for that. I'm sure Ryan, in his wildest dreams
never thought someone as good looking, and hot, and sweet, and nice, as Robby
would ever be his boyfriend. Ryan's gonna do his best not to screw that up.
They've made an unfortunate connection, unfortunate for me, I mean."
Chubby asks, "Whaddaya mean, unfortunate connection?" I go,
"Well, Ryan came along at just the right time for Robby. I'm not always as
loyal to Robby as I should be and after two and a half years he's apparently
had enough of it. He still loves me like crazy, but he's inferred he feels like
my doormat at times, so I guess he wants to do something that will help him
feel better about himself. Not exactly get even with me, but maybe give me a
taste of my own medicine. The problem is, while doing that he's become attached
to the always-compliant Ryan. Ryan kisses Robby's ass something terrible and
it's helped Robby regain his self-respect and confidence where his boyfriends
are concerned. At least that's how it seems." Chubby goes, "Jeez, how
much screwing around have you been doing?" I go, "Oh, I don't know,
enough apparently, and the thing is he don't even know the half of it, so my
conscience isn't in real good shape much of the time, which is the reason I'm
not really mad at Robby. In fact, I'm more invested in him now then I've ever
been." Chubby takes the last drag off our cigarette and flicks it about
twenty feet over the railing, saying, "Guilty consciences are a pain in
the ass, aren't they?" I ask, "How would you know?" Chubby's
lighting our second cigarette to share, then he says, "Well yeah, I'm not
in love with my girlfriends, not by a long shot, but I screw around and lie to
them all the time and don't feel good about myself for doing it. I mean, I
don't love them, but they get attached to me and don't deserve some of the
stuff I pull on them." I go, "You naughty boy," and almost tell
Chubby about Robby's fascination with dominant sex lately, like spanking, but I
don't because it sounds too fuckin' weird, and I know it's Ryan who's
encouraging that behavior anyway. Well, actually, I guess I was the one who
encouraged Robby to try dominant sex before Ryan was even in the picture, so
maybe Ryan and I are twins at heart after all, God forbid!

The conversation mercifully switches to our current ride, the
Jeep, and we discuss trading it in at the end of summer for something newer,
and then we pledge how much money each of us will save for the newer car from
what we earn this summer. That's exciting, thinking about a new ride is cool.
Cars are cool, although neither Chubby nor I are fanatics about them like some
guys. Finished with our second cigarette we talk about this summer and finally
go up to Chubby's condo to finish cooking the dinner. I fry the meatballs while
Chubby dumps the spaghetti sauce in a pan to heat it and gets the pasta out to
drop in the boiling, salted water, then stirs it so the spaghetti doesn't stick
together. Dinner's ready just as the moms come in from the balcony saying it
smells good in here. It's a good comfort-food dinner with lots of chatter.
Chubby tells some absurd factoids that amaze the moms, who would never doubt
even one of them being true. I have my doubts about a couple of them tonight
because Chubby laughs halfway through reciting those particular ones. The moms
talk about their boyfriends until I tune them out and think about my boyfriend
instead. After dinner, when everything is cleaned up, Chubby and I kiss the
moms goodbye and then they get ready for their dates. They're double-dating
with the same guys they've been going out with for a while now. Hard to keep
track, but they always have boyfriends. Fortunately, no marriage talk comes up
at dinner, which Chubby's happy about because his mom is the one who mentioned
it some time ago. Chubby drives us back to our apartment at college and we both
study for another hour, then we take a walk around the apartment complex's
grounds while smoking and talking about our exams coming up. We're both in bed,
alone, by eleven o'clock. I miss Robby, but might as well get used to it
because we certainly won't be sleeping together this summer, and neither will
Ryan and Robby, so that's some consolation. I miss Robby while getting ready in
the morning because doing our bathroom stuff together and getting dressed
together is nice. It's nice being next to him while we're brushing our teeth
and bumping into each other getting dressed and all that kind of thing. Plus, I
love seeing Robby right after a shower when he looks squeaky clean and bright-eyed.
He's so astonishingly cute and handsome, just looking at him is enjoyable.
Damn, I miss that boy.

I drive Chubby and me to the building my first exam is in, then he
drives himself across campus where his exam is taking place. Naturally, as fate
would have it, the first people I see as I get out of the Jeep are Robby and
Ryan. They're standing on the steps with their heads close together grinning
about something. What the fuck, they've got a right to do that, too. Taking a
big breath, I head for them fighting down a jealous rage and when Ryan glances
up and sees me he smiles at me and waves, then Robby does the same and I feel a
little better, like I'm included too. Walking up to them I put a smile on my
face and force myself to sound happy, saying. "You two look cute together.
Are you a couple?" Ryan smiles and says, "No, we're a threesome: you,
me, and our boyfriend. How ya doing this morning, Dylan, ready for the first
final exam?" Robby reaches over to rub my shoulder, saying, "Hi,
Dylan. You look as cute as ever and ready for anything." I say, "I
hope I am," then to prove I'm on board with the threesome comment,
although I'm not, I squeeze the back of Ryan's neck, asking, "Did you take
care of our boyfriend last night?" Robby goes, "He did great, Dylan,
and it was fun sleeping together for the first time." Ryan says, "I
had a boner all night just cuddling against Robby. You're so lucky to get to do
it almost every night." I go, "Huh,' and Ryan puts his arm around my
waist for a squeeze, mumbling, "Rob says you're going to let me fuck you
again. You're such a good guy, Dylan. Can, um," and he gives a quick look
to Robby, then finishes what he was going to say, "Can I do you after
Robby gives me a haircut this afternoon? I've already got the okay from
Robby." I glance at Robby quickly myself and see him with a slight grin on
his face nodding his head that he agrees. I don't want to, but Robby gave me
that lecture yesterday about me not being a team player, and this might be a
good way to prove to Robby I'm really okay with being a good twin boyfriend for
him, so I put my arm around Ryan's skinny shoulders, saying, "If it's okay
with Robby, it's okay with me. Us twins need to stick together," and again
I have that thought of, 'Maybe I need to steal Ryan from Robby,' and
immediately chastise myself in my head, 'Be better than that dumb thought,
Dylan!' Ryan leans into me and squeezes my side, going, "Robby's so right
about you, Dylan. This is awesome! Thanks, twin," and he's looking up at
me smiling as the sun shines off his little eyeglasses and it is a cute smile.
I might as well admit to myself that he's cute, because obviously he is. Ryan
says, "I could kiss you right here, Dylan," and I say, "Well,
what are you waiting for?" Ryan goes right up on his toes and kisses my
lips, with Robby saying, "Damn, I'm lucky! It makes me feel so good seeing
you two kissing, but you better get moving, Ryan. Your final is across
campus." Ryan lifts his face to Robby, who looks quickly around, then cups
behind Ryan's head and plants a sloppy kiss on Ryan's lips. Ryan does what I'd
do after getting a kiss like that from Robby, he adjusts his crotch, then
gropes himself again, muttering, "Dylan and I are the lucky ones,
Rob," and off he runs to get to his exam on time, yelling, "See ya
later, guys." I ask, "Where's my kiss, Robby?" So he glances
around again, then gives me the same sloppy kiss, but this one has some of
Ryan's saliva still on his lips, and I grope myself from the kiss and from that
thought about Ryan's spit. Damn, that was hot!

Robby says, "You were perfect this morning, Dylan. I'm so
proud of you, and that just makes me love you more." I shrug, muttering,
"Hey, I took your lecture yesterday seriously," and Robby tussles my
short hair, saying, "I'll give you a haircut before Ryan's. Both my
boyfriends will have nice crisp haircuts". I just grin, purposely not
grimacing, and Robby adds, "It almost gives me a boner just thinking about
my two boyfriends sitting there letting me cut their hair the way I want."
Hmmm, I'm not going to argue with him about it, but it sure reminds me of
you-know-who. I'll just have to deal with the fallout when Willie sees me with
my new 'Robby haircut' on Wednesday. I go, "I'm good with that, Rob,"
and he asks, "You going to call me Rob now too? Hahaha, you two are twins,
ain't 'cha?" I mumble, "Hey, I'm not letting my twin get the upper
hand with you, Rob." He laughs some more, but I forget to call him Rob by
the time we get to our exam, and asks, "Robby, do you think we studied enough
for this exam? I thought I was on top of it until just now." He goes,
"I know what you mean, Dylan. I'm wondering that same thing, but then I'm
always nervous before an important exam, and a final exam is pretty damn
important. I'll have you twins and me together for a study group before the
next exams." Glad to know I'm not the only one who gets nervous, while
ignoring the study group idea. Our nerves were for nothing, as it turns out,
because the exam is easier than I thought it would be; probably because I
studied like Robby did for this one. He's finished before me and when I meet
him ten minutes later outside the building, we high-five each other, with me
saying, "Piece of cake!" Robby says, "That's it for Merrimack
today. We got the rest of the day to ourselves so let's get Ryan and have some
lunch." I go, "Sure, where do you want to eat?" He says, "I
told Ryan we'd pick-up a pizza for lunch. You can call it in to the Pizza
Factory when we meet Ryan. He'll probably take longer for his final because
he's not a genius like you and me," and Robby gets his arm around my neck
jostling me against him, saying, "I love you, Dylan, and Ryan's right, you
are awesome." Okay, so I handled that dicey situation just right earlier
this morning, but it's mostly an act because I'm feeling wicked jealous about
Ryan. Damn!

We need to wait twenty minutes outside the place Ryan's exam is
being held. We smoke a cigarette while we wait as Robby talks a little about
him and Ryan last night. He says he missed my sexy scent last night and that
Ryan flops around in his sleep so much Robby didn't get a real good night's
rest. I make noncommittal responses, although I'm liking what I hear about
their sleep over. They apparently studied for two hours until Ryan nagged Robby
to stop. And that's another thing that my twin and I have in common. Robby's
more conscientious about school work than either of us twins, although no one's
as conscientious as Connor when it comes to studying, so Robby's not even the
most conscientious of my friends. And when I mention Connor's study habits to
Robby, it starts us discussing the surprise party Robby's going to have for
Connor as a going away sendoff to the Army. We need to find out who of Connor's
classmates we'll invite to the party, and we reluctantly decide his roommate
will have to be included even though Connor's the only one who can stand that
stuck-up asshole. When Ryan finally shows up he's all smiles, telling us he
thinks he did pretty good on the exam. Robby now gets his arm around Ryan's
neck, like he did to me a little while ago, congratulating Ryan, then he says
to me, "Call in the pizza order now, Dylan," and I mutter,
"Okay, boss," and order a large cheese pizza without asking if Ryan
wants anything extra on his portion of it. We walk to the pickup, a twin on
either side of Robby, as Ryan asks, "Is it okay, Rob, if Dylan evens-out
any tiny mistakes you make while giving me a haircut?" He probably wants
to ask if it'd be alright for me to do his whole haircut, but that might piss
off his idol, so he doesn't dare ask. Robby mutters, "Yeah, if there are
any tiny mistakes, Ryan. I'm expecting there won't be." Robby's been
saying confident stuff like that lately, and acting very much in charge of the
three of us. Robby's actually much more 'in charge' when Ryan's involved, as
compared to when it's just Robby and me. From that I conclude, being 'the man'
is how he acts with Ryan all the time. I notice that Ryan walks too close to
Robby, and that's bugging me, and he couldn't be any more obsequious to Robby,
which would be impossible, so that's annoying too, but Ryan's still a good kid
overall. I get a chill down my back wondering if that's how I am with Willie at
times. It probably was the last few days in Key West, so I gotta watch myself with
that. Robby's whole demeanor might be turning into a self-fulfilling prophecy
as far as my past desires for Robby to be more dominant. I say that because the
more submissive Robby's twin boyfriends are, the more Robby seems to immerse
himself in the dominant role in our threesome. That's definitely what happened
with Willie and me during spring break. Willie started off slow and picked up
speed the more and more I went along with his bossy manner. In fact, this
recent pronouncement of Robby's that he's giving both his boyfriends a haircut,
one after the other, is extremely Willie-like. Not that Willie usually does the
haircutting himself, he takes me to a barber he's picked out and instructs the
barber how he wants my hair cut, so it amounts to the same thing basically, and
he has cut my hair when he feels like it. I glance at Robby's face and he's
looking very comfortable and relaxed. Why shouldn't he, he's got Ryan and me
pretty much where he wants us. As Robby was accomplishing that, he probably
didn't need to lecture Ryan nearly as much as Robby had to do with me to put me
in my place, but the end result's the same for both Ryan and me; we're doing
what Robby says, more or less. I want to be pissed-off about it, but I can't
because Robby's so fucking, smoking-hot to me now; it's driving me crazy with
desire for him. And, I've only got myself to thank for the situation I find
myself in. That makes me think of how I got myself totally messed-up with that
hairy asshole, Alan, at Stop & Shop; that was my fault, too. Well, like
Robby says, lesson learned. I don't have any idea how long this twin boyfriend
crap is going to go on, but with my feelings for Robby being as fanatical as
they are presently, I've got no choice but to ride it out. I believed Robby
when he says he's always going to love me the most, but eating crow like I'm
doing now isn't all that pleasant, and my confidence about Robby loving me the
most fades at times too. Guess I'm getting what I deserve though, so I'll keep
showing as much of a positive attitude about the current situation as I can.

Robby and Ryan have been talking while I've been doing my usual
overanalyzing of the situation, and when Robby says, "Didn't you,
Dylan?" I have no idea what he's talking about, but I don't want to admit
I wasn't listening, so I say, "That's right, Robby." Ryan goes, "That
makes me feel better about it then. I assumed it would be a little dicey, you
know, me giving you orders when Rob's not on the job." So from that, I
assume they were talking about this summer's job and Ryan being Robby's
assistant. I can't resist asking, "Do you have any experience, Ryan? I
mean in lawn cutting or working on a landscaping crew, anything like
that?" He goes, "I've never cut a lawn in my life; like I told you,
Dylan, my parents are kinda well off and they hire people to do that. This year
they're hiring Robby's company." Robby goes, "Yeah, thanks for that,
Ryan. My dad was pleased that I've added three lawns to our business, and big
lawns too." I frown asking, "Your parents have three houses,
Ryan?" He goes, "No, I canvassed the neighborhood and sold Robby's
company to a few of the neighbors who are switching landscaping companies to
Robby's. Four others said maybe, so we might have more business yet."
Robby looks proud of my twin as he squeezes the back of Ryan's neck, saying,
"My number one salesman," and that gets a big smile on Ryan's face. I
think I'm going to barf, but mumble, "Way to go, Ryan," without a lot
of enthusiasm. Nobody ever mentioned canvassing the fucking neighbors to me,
and anyway I live in a condo and the condo fee includes the cost of
landscaping. Fighting off a pout, I fix a neutral grin as we approach the
pickup. Robby says, "You're in the middle Ryan 'cause Dylan's the senior
boyfriend and he gets the window seat." Ryan mutters, "I know, I
know, no problem." Robby stops him with a hand on his arm and does to Ryan
what he and Willie do to me sometimes: he gets a finger under Ryan's chin
lifting his head, like he's a child, and asks, "Was that a little attitude
you just gave me, Ryan? You got a problem with Dylan being my number one
boyfriend?" Ryan's contrite, "Oh no, Rob. I'm good with that, I know
I'm number two." Robby says, "Okay, but I thought you sounded a
little snippy there." Ryan's like, "Uh uh, not me Rob," and he
glances at me to see if I'm gloating, which I'd like to do, but I don't. I just
smile nicely at him, saying, "Robby and I have been boyfriends for two and
a half years, Ryan. Ya know..." Robby chuckles, saying, "No
squabbling boys, get in the pickup." Now that Robby's got his troops
straightened out, we climb into the pickup in the proper order with Ryan making
a good-natured face at me, like we're two kids snickering behind our daddy's
back, and I can't help but grin back at him. He's not a bad kid, and I can see
why Robby's attracted to him, which almost makes it worse actually. It'd be
better if I could hate him, but I can't.

At the pizza shop Robby surprises me by saying, "My treat,
guys", passing me a twenty-dollar bill, adding, "You get the pizza,
Dylan, since you're on the end." The pickup's idling at the curb outside
the shop as I climb out to do what I'm told, thinking, 'Robby's on the end too,'
but I'm so stunned he's buying the damn thing I just go into the shop without
mentioning that. Looking back over my shoulder, through the pizza shop's glass
door, I half expect to see those two making-out, but all I see is them laughing
about something, which is almost as bad because naturally I think they're
laughing at me somehow. I hope they aren't because that would hurt. I need to
wait three or four minutes while the pizza finishes in the oven, and then I
take it out to the pickup and hand it to Ryan before getting in the pickup.
Then, reaching across Ryan to hand Robby his change, Ryan rubs his fingers
through my hair, asking Robby, "What kind of haircut are you going to give
Dylan today?" Robby pockets the change, mumbling, "Thanks,
Dylan," then he looks at me and says, "I'm going to just do the sides
today, Dylan. I want your hairs on top to grow in some more so we can all have
the same burr haircuts." He didn't include an 'okay' at the end of that
statement so it makes my dick move in my pants a little; you know, from the
authoritative finality of it. Feeling a slight buzz in my balls, I mutter,
"Okay, Rob," and then feel like a jackass for calling him 'Rob' and
for not arguing. It was so Willie-like, it sends another chill down my back.
Weird! I'll wait until Ryan's not around before telling Robby that I'll be
getting another one-eighth inch buzz cut Wednesday when Willie's here. That'll
go over just great, I'm so sure. During the short ride to the apartment, Ryan
jabbers on about the final exam he just finished, and to his credit he's
talking to both of us, even turning to face me as he's telling his story.
Apparently two kids got caught cheating at his exam and it is kind of humorous
the way Ryan's telling us about it. Not to the two kids involved though, I
wouldn't imagine. Robby drives into the apartment complex and around to our building
just as a guy's getting in his car next to the main door. Robby waits for the
guy to back out of the spot and then drives the pickup conveniently into the
vacant spot without thinking there's anything unusual about this primo parking
spot. If I can even park near our building I feel lucky, never mind right next
to the front door. I get out and Ryan passes the pizza box to me and I carry it
upstairs where Robby unlocks our apartment's front door and we go in just as my
cell phone goes off. Putting the pizza on the counter, I check the caller ID
and see that Matthew Flowers is calling. Hot shit! I forgot he might call what
with all the interplay between us twin boyfriends and Robby. I answer and talk
for a minute agreeing that Matthew can come over after his shift ends at five
o'clock. After giving Matthew the apartment and building numbers I click off,
telling Robby, "That was my bud from Stop & Shop, he's coming over for
a haircut at five." Robby's like, "That's cool, we'll be done way
before that." Ryan says, "Your apartment's a regular
barbershop." Robby goes, "Not really, that'll be the first time
anyone's come over for a haircut except the roommates, you, and our friend
Connor Neary." Ryan, exclaims, "Is Connor a friend of yours? He's in
one of my classes." We talk about how much we all like Connor as we're
eating the pizza at the kitchen bar sitting on the stools there, one of which
will be the barber chair after lunch.

We eat the entire pizza and then have a cigarette on the balcony,
which gets Ryan into a coughing fit trying to learn how to smoke; he perseveres
because his twin and his boyfriend smoke and he doesn't want to be the odd man
out. Robby pats his back, telling him, "Ya don't need to smoke, Ryan.
Don't do it if you don't enjoy it," but Ryan swears he loves smoking and
finishes the cigarette with Robby and me smirking at each other. After that,
Robby says, "Okay, now my boyfriends need haircuts. Dylan, you get the
clippers out and Ryan, you pull a stool over to the tile area away from the
kitchen." We both mutter, "Okay," and do what we're told, giving
me a taste of how similar it feels to when I'm doing what Willie tells me to
do. Only submissive-minded boys would enjoy this feeling I'm experiencing, but
Ryan and I both happen to like being submissive to our boyfriend, who happens
to be the same boy. Neither Ryan nor me is about to argue with Robby and make
the other twin look good. I get the barber tools and plug in the clippers and
trimmers. Robby says, "Number one boyfriend goes first, so hop up on the
stool, Dylan." I swear to God, I'm falling into my submissive mood because
not only is Robby bossy, in a pleasant way of course, but Ryan's witnessing my
submissiveness to Robby and he seems very interested in it, observing everything
with a little grin on his lips and an expression on his face as if he's
thinking something like, 'You may be the number one boyfriend, but Robby treats
you the same way he treats me.' And this submissive behavior of mine can only
bolster Robby's confidence even further. I can't believe I'm going along with
this threesome program, but I can't not go along with it either.
I'm hooked and I know it, and like I knew in Key West with Willie, I'm willing
to go further with it too, if necessary. It's like a drug to me. I pull my
sweatshirt over my head and sit docilely on the stool, feeling a little touch
of that odd little-boy feeling Willie gets me in, as Ryan's asking, "Rob,
will you show me how to cut hair?" Robby's like, "Sure, Ryan,"
and he explains about the guides that can be attached to the clippers for
various lengths of cuts. Then he goes, "This is the quarter-inch guide,
it'll leave a quarter inch of hair and the rest gets cut off." He turns
the clippers on and pushes at the back of my head with his hand so my head
leans forward, lowering my chin, then, holding my head there with his left
hand, Robby says, "I'll run the clippers up the back of his head like
this." I feel the clippers move up my head and hear the sound of hairs
being snipped off at a quarter-inch, which precedes me feeling the cut hairs
falling on the back of my neck to slide off my back. Robby's explaining,
"I run them almost all the way up the back of his head and I'll do that
all around the back and sides." It's always a little nerve-wracking for me
when Robby gives me a haircut because he doesn't have good barbering skills.
Still, I sit docilely and wait as Robby explains stuff to Ryan, who's feeling
the cut hairs at the back of my head, saying, "Cutting your boyfriend's
hair is a great idea, Robby. I love you cutting my mine." I'm thinking,
'You liar'.

Ryan brown-noses a little more, then he asks, "Can I try
it?" Robby goes, "Sure, but don't go further up the back of his head
with the clippers than I did." Temporarily waking from my trance, I
complain, "No, Robby. Just show Ryan how to do it, don't let him do it,
please." Robby simply says, "Be quiet, Dylan," and my balls
tighten up as Robby lets go of my head and I keep my mouth shut. Then Ryan puts
the palm of his hand at the back of my head and pushes it forward, and he does
it further than Robby did and with authority too. My chin is now down firm
against my chest, and held there by Ryan. Then he doesn't hesitate with the
clippers, pressing the clippers against my scalp firmly, he quickly runs them
up the back of my head in a reckless manner. Ryan goes, "Hey, this is easy,"
Robby says, "Do some more then," and Ryan goes, "Oh, I thought
you wanted me to stop where you stopped," as he runs the clippers up and
over the crown of my head with Robby yelling, "No! I meant do another run
up the back, now you've gone too far with your cut. You've cut some of the
hairs on top of his head too." Robby feels the crown of my head with his
fingers where the hairs are a quarter-inch short now. I don't complain because
I don't want Robby to tell me to be quiet again, and anyway Robby's put me in
one of those trances I get in when I'm put in my place by a dominant boyfriend;
him telling me to 'be quiet'... that's what did it. Plus, my hair will be an
eighth of an inch on Wednesday anyway, so what's the difference if he cuts it
to a quarter-inch now. Robby says, "Dammit, now we'll need to do it the
same way all around his head." Ryan's contrite, whining, "I'm sorry,
Rob, I misunderstood, that's all. Can't I do some more? It's fun cutting my
twin's hair." Ryan maintains the pressure at the back of my head, keeping
my chin against my chest, and I hear lips kiss, then Robby says, "You're
so cute when you nag, Ryan. Don't worry, it's just your first time cutting hair,
I didn't mean to jump down your throat about it." Then he adds,
"Yeah, you can do some more. You might as well finish the back, but you'll
need to take the clippers over the crown like your first cut." Keeping
pressure on my head, and my chin uncomfortably pressed into my chest, Ryan
says, "You're awesome, Rob," then he does another run up the back of my
head with the clippers. Robby goes, "Don't get upset, Ryan, this is just constructive criticism, but
you did it too fast and that second cut went further on top of his head than
even your first one." Ryan mutters, "Oh, okay, I'll do it slower, but
should I extend my first cut to match the second?" Robby can't help but
chuckle, "Heh, heh, yeah, I guess you'll have to now. No further
though!" Ryan runs the clippers hesitantly on top of my head with Robby
laughing again, going, "No, you need to stop at the point your other cut
stopped at." Ryan's dejected, "Oh, I can't do it. I'm screwing it
up," but Robby encourages him, "Don't give up so easily, Ryan. Even
both cuts off to the most distant one." Ryan does little movements of the
clippers on top of my head, the sound of hairs being clipped and the clipper's
motor are all that breaks the silence for a minute or so. I can almost see him
with the tip of his pink tongue showing between his lips as he concentrates
trying to get it right to impress his idol, Robby. Done finally, Ryan asks,
"How's that, Rob?" and Robby goes, "Great, Ryan! Okay, now
extend my cut that far too," and Ryan clips off more hairs from my head. I
sit here in an eerie trance docilely, with my dick firming up as Ryan's
extending the quarter-inch cutting of Robby's first cut, and it feels to me as
if he went even further on the top than the other runs. Then Ryan's back to his
too reckless clipper work as he finishes scalping the back of my head, and part
of the top before Robby takes over to do the same with the sides.

When that's done Robby looks at it, mumbling, "Damn, nah, I
can't save this, no offense, Ryan," and without asking if it's okay with
me, Robby starts the clippers at my forehead and runs it down the middle of my
head, explaining, "Ryan cut it too far over the crown, Dylan. I'll give
you the same cut I gave you last time, and we'll have to wait till your next
haircut to let the top hairs grow to burr length." I murmur, "Sure,
Robby, whatever you think is best," and he chuckles again, saying,
"Man, I like this new Dylan, and although I can hardly believe it, I like
the new Dylan even more than the old one." He runs the clippers over the
top of my scalp about eight times until all the hairs on my head are a quarter-inch
long, then he gives me a big kiss, mumbling, "Thanks for not complaining,
and I'm sorry I told you to be quiet a little while a go." With me
docilely smiling, because he kissed me and even apologized for being too stern
earlier. Unfortunately, now he's giving a lesson to Ryan on the trimmers. The
trimmer clippers is where Robby usually screws up the most, so I should be
nervous, but I'm wallowing in a submissive haze that encompasses Ryan now too
because of the jolting way he pushes my head forward and aggressively runs the
clippers helter-skelter on my head. Robby shows Ryan how to outline around my
left ear, demonstrating by doing it first. And lucky for me there's only two
exclaimed, "Dammit!" from Robby, indicating only two mistakes. Robby
goes, "Now you try the other ear, Ryan." Ryan takes the trimmers and
walks around to the other side of me, then pushes my head over to the side so
my ear's almost touching my shoulder. Then he begins taking swipes with the
trimmers much to too quickly and casually. After the third swipe he goes,
"Oh no! Look at this Robby. The trimmers touched his side burns when I was
trying to just get around the top of his ear." Robby comes around and
laughs, then so does Ryan. Robby goes, "Sorry, Dylan, it's not funny
really, but Ryan's accidentally taken off most of your sideburn." They're
having fun, and in my condition, a condition I'm the only one aware I'm in, I
don't care about my sideburns, so I chuckle a little too, saying, "Oh,
that's okay." Robby says to Ryan, "Ya better let me try to do
something with this," and unskilled Robby begins cutting with the
trimmers. It goes on for a couple of minutes, which is plenty of time for him
to do real damage with the trimmer clippers. Finally he hands me the handheld
mirror saying, "You better take a look and tell me if you think I should
do the other side to match this one." I look at my reflection and my
submissive haze fades immediately. Trimmers cut hairs right down to the scalp,
almost as close as a straight razor, and Robby's cut basically a bald spot
straight across the top of my ear, about and inch above it actually, right over
to the hairline at my cheek. No sideburn at all, and instead of encircling my
ear the bald spot forms half a square, on top and behind my ear. I get a little
hot, and say, "No, don't fucking touch my hair even one more second!"
Robby and Ryan together say, "I'm sorry," and Robby adds, "You
know I give you good haircuts, but it's Ryan's first time. I'm sure you weren't
very good your first time either." I go, "Yes, as a matter of fact I
was very good the first time I tried it, but that's neither here nor there. No
more cutting today on my poor fucked-up hair," and it occurs to me this is
the perfect time to say, "Now I'll need to get that eighth-inch haircut
again." Robby says, "Yeah, that's a great idea! That'll hide most of
the damage, Dylan." I stand up, going, "Jesus! This will be
embarrassing, but it is what it is. I'll survive, sorry I snapped at you
two." My trance-like glow is totally gone now, and I almost laugh out loud
when I think of Matthew Flowers coming over in a few hours for his haircut, and
what he'll say about this fucked-up haircut of mine. This is even more fucked
up than when his girlfriend cut Matthew's hair! Oh man, embarrassing because I
criticized Matthew about that haircut of his... ironic, ya know?

Robby's lost a little of his authoritarian sizzle and Ryan's being
very quiet as they both look at me with guilty expressions. Then Ryan says
again, in a small voice, "I'm really sorry, Dylan. It's my fault." I
take the high road by rubbing his hair, saying, "Now it's your turn twin,
keep your fingers crossed." He gives me a cute grin holding up his hands with
fingers crossed on both hands, muttering, "Good advice," then glances
at Robby nervously to see if he pissed him off, but Robby smiles, and holds his
hands up with his fingers crossed too. I'm checking myself out in the mirror
again imagining how a professional barber, the one Willie chooses that
supposedly specializes in short clipper cuts, will save this disaster. I can
picture a fade haircut on the sides, beginning at the hairs that have been
shaved around my right ear and gradually fading the hair a tiny bit longer as
he goes all the way up to the eighth-inch length on top. It'll be even more
severe than the Key West haircut though. Oh well, it's only hair. Ryan and
Robby are just standing there, so I ask, "Aren't you going to give Ryan a
haircut, Robby?" He goes, "Oh yeah, um, take your shirt off Ryan and
hop up on the stool," which Ryan does quickly. Both are probably happy to
be moving on from my train wreck of a haircut. I watch Robby doing the easy
part, using the quarter-inch guide on the clippers to run up the sides and back
of Ryan's head. Then the half-inch guide for the hairs on top goes okay, but he
gets in trouble trying to blend where the quarter-inch meets the half inch
hairs. He finally asks me, "Can you show me how to do this, Dylan?" Ryan
goes, "Yeah Dylan, like you helped with my last haircut," and Robby
glares at him, but doesn't say anything. I blend the lengths all the way
around, and without asking Robby's permission, use the trimmers to edge around
Ryan's ears and then taper the neckline hairs so there's a nice little fade
there too. Robby goes, "Nice, Dylan. You're good!" Ryan looks at
himself in the mirror, mumbling, "Thanks to both of you. It's a really
good haircut." Robby's a little put out, but nothing serious and, after
sweeping the clipped blond and brown hairs off the tile floor and cleaning the
clippers, we have another cigarette on the balcony. Ryan and me are still
shirtless from our haircuts, but the weather's seventy-some degrees and it
feels like summer's just around the corner. It's almost two o'clock and we talk
about what to do the rest of the afternoon. Ryan asks, "Can I do you
today, Dylan, pleeeeeze?" He nags effectively for awhile, in a half-joking
around and half-serious manner. Kinda cute the way he's self-deprecating with
it too. I'm teasing him, going, "Oh, I don't know if I should, but maybe I
will. Let me think about it," like that, until Robby regains some of his
put-on authority, and says, "Don't tease him, Dylan! Either do it or
don't," and it kind of pisses me off, but I don't show it. Instead, I say,
"Okay, Ryan. Let's do it." Then I ask Robby, "What'll you do
while Ryan's fucking me?" He says, "Well, I'm not watching, if that's
what you're inferring." I go, "I wasn't inferring anything. I merely
asked a question," Then I realize I'm getting snippy with Robby and I
hardly ever get snippy with him, and it certainly won't help my situation in
any case, so I tone it down with, "We don't need to do it now, Robby. What
would you like us to do now?" He nods his head because he likes my tone of
voice better now, and says, "Well, to stop Ryan from nagging me about it
all the time, do it now. You two have a good time and I'll run over to the quad
and double check the times and location of our two exams tomorrow." Ryan
asks, "Would you check mine too, Rob?" Robby rubs Ryan's hair, admiring the part of his
haircut he's responsible for, muttering, "Of course, Ryan," then to
both of us, he says, "This is great we're doing stuff together, and you
two are getting along so well now, too. I'll see you in an hour or so,"
then as a joke, he asks Ryan, "Will that be enough time?" Ryan
chuckles, saying, "Dylan's so hot I'll probably squirt my sperm in five
minutes, so most of the hour we'll probably be playing tiddlywinks."

Of course, when Robby leaves and it's just Ryan and me, we
exchange quick glances, and it's slightly awkward for both of us. This is a
very bizarre situation in the first place, almost unprecedented I would think.
Finally Ryan says, "Okay, take your clothes off, Dylan. Or if you'd
rather, I'll fuck you in your bedroom?" Surprising myself, I realize I
don't really want to do this at all, but I said I would so I will. It's just
that everything seems artificial. Robby's got Ryan and me acting like assholes
competing for his attention and not wanting to lose face in Robby's eyes. Well,
I guess that's not so unusual because there are situations where two guys are
interested in the same girl or boy. It's Robby's open declaration that he has
two boyfriends at the same time, that's fucked-up the works for me. The right
way to do this is you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, and maybe ya got
something on the side too, that's the way it's done. Not bringing the two
boyfriends together so one can fuck the other to help them become buddies,
buddies-with-the-same-boyfriend. That's the weird part, the artificial part.
That and the fact that Robby's not really a dominant
personality and so he needs to acts it out the best way he can. Plus,
apparently Ryan's been into some form of authoritarian sexual situations before
getting a major crush on Robby, and I guess Ryan's leaving clues as to how
Robby should go about being dominant. Lately Robby's been carrying these traits
over to his and my relationship. I look at Ryan when he asks me if I want him
to fuck me in my bedroom. He's looking back at me with longing in his eyes; I
guess because he never gets an opportunity to be the 'top'. Ryan's certainly
attractive enough, and normally I'd be kind of excited sneaking in a little buddy-sex
activity with him, but the fact that Robby knows we're doing it sort of ruins
it for me. Ryan smiles, waiting patiently for me to decide where I prefer he
fucks me, so I grin and hold up a finger, like, 'Give me a second to think
about it'. He's got a very thin, but hot enough, smallish body, and from the
last time I know he has some nice equipment between his legs, and I like
getting laid, but still it's a messed-up situation we're in. This twin
boyfriend stuff is a novelty fer sure, and Robby's certainly enjoying himself
and it's pumping up his ego at the same time, so I should be happy for him.
And, in a way I am, except the longer this situation goes on the more permanent
it seems. And what if Robby gets very comfortable having two boyfriends who are
kissing his ass like we are, and that gets him more and more comfortable with
being dominant with us, and he therefore ramps up the dominant stuff even more
during the summer. Fuck, Ryan and I will be running around with dog collars on
by the end of the summer, with Robby taking us for walks on a leash! All this
crap I'm musing about should piss me off and it does in some ways, but it's
also connected to my submissive fetish, enough so that it's got me thinking
Robby's so hot to me now I can't even conceive of breaking up with him. It
might eventually force me into agreeing to go steady with Robby for real, which
is what he ultimately wants anyway. Damn! The thought that he's actually
conceived this plan doesn't ring true to me. No, it's happenstance that just
happens to benefit Robby in every way. He can't lose as long as I have the
super-hots for him, and my ramped-up hots for him is mostly due to him having a
second boyfriend in the first place, a second boyfriend who he's openly
treating as basically an equal to me. A vicious circle I've got myself in. An
ironic set of circumstances that don't bode well for me, a conundrum fer sure.

Ryan walks over to me and lightly takes hold of my arm, saying,
"It's okay if you don't want to do it with me, Dylan. I really hope you
will though, 'cause you're almost as hot as Robby, and I've told him that too.
Still, if you don't want to do it now that's good too. But, just so ya know, I
never get a chance to do it and I loved doing it with you the other time.
You're my only outlet for me being a 'top', but that certainly isn't your fault
or your problem." I rub his newly barbered head, remembering my fucked-up
haircut then, which makes me feel where those two horrible barbers messed up
the right side of my hair, and then I say, "No, we'll do it, Ryan, I was
just thinking about stuff for a minute there, that's all. Hey, what do you think
about this two boyfriend stuff?" He saw me touch the shaved area above my
ear, and says, "I'm really sorry I screwed-up your haircut. I thought it
would be easy to cut hair, but it isn't." I mutter, "Oh, it'll grow
back. What about the two boyfriend thing?" He says, "Hell, I'd put up
with five or six boyfriends of Robby's if I could be at least one of them.
Never thought a boy as hot as Robby would have me for his boyfriend, and since
you're the one who's my twin boyfriend, that makes it even easier to take.
You're both way hotter than me." I go, "Don't put yourself down,
Ryan. You're hot too." He asks, "Really? Do ya think so,
really?" I go, "Yeah, in a way. Anyway, why wouldn't I think you're
hot?" He just mumbles, "Thanks," then, "Come on, get
undressed. I'm anxious and excited to do you again. It's the best part of
having a twin boyfriend." Obviously my sarcastic naming of us as 'twin boyfriends'
has now become a permanent part of our threesomes' lexicon. Damn! Why am I
always making things worse?! Taking a deep breath, I go to pull my sweatshirt
over my head, then realize I'm not wearing it, so I mumble, "Okay, Ryan,
where do you want to fuck me?" He chuckles, "Any place any time...
that's where." I smile, muttering, "Very flattering, Ryan. How 'bout
we go in the bedroom?" He nods his head smiling, and with Ryan looking
happy and excited, we stroll into the bedroom where I close the door and lock
it just in case someone should break in the apartment and catch me getting
fucked by this little fellow. Ryan says, with a touch of Robby's authority in
his voice, "Lets go, take everything off and we'll start like Robby always
does." I'm stepping out of my sneakers, saying, "You don't mean with
that spanking crap, do you?" He nods his head, going, "Yeah, of
course. It's how I get my boner." As I'm pulling off my socks, I'm
confused, "Robby says the spanking is your idea, and it's you who gets
spanked. Is that what you want, a spanking from me?" He goes, "I get
boned-up either way, giving or getting a spanking. In this case I'm gonna be
giving the spanking." It almost makes me laugh, but as I'm stepping out of
my sweatpants, I say, "I'm not so sure you'll be doing that," and he
goes, "Pleeeze!" So, what the fuck, to avoid his nagging, I go,
"Oh, okay but don't get carried away. How'd you get hooked on the rough
stuff anyway?" He reaches over and pulls down my jockey shorts and,
without thinking, I hold onto his shoulders and step out of them only noticing
now that I'm totally naked and Ryan's totally dressed, except that he's not
wearing his sweatshirt either. After he's tossed my underpants over to my
sweatpants, he grabs hold of my balls in his little hand and puts some pressure
on them, saying, "My first sexual experience didn't happen until I was
seventeen years old, and it was with an older guy. Jacob was three years older
and much larger than me. At first I was scared of getting fucked although, at
the same time, I knew I wanted it. He quickly picked up on my submissiveness to
him and became aggressive. He was soon fucking me hard three or four times a
day, and it got to be where I needed it. I'd nag him to fuck me and the only
way he'd give in was to smack the hell out of my ass at first. When he broke me
in to that, it just became an accepted part of the sexual thrill for me and I
fully accepted it and actually looked forward to it. I don't know how my brain
worked to get me in that frame of mind, but it did. Then he began squeezing my
nuts just to hear me scream; actually, he turned out to be a sadist of sorts,
but I was hooked on him by the time I found that out and I became even more
submissive to him and loved the pain and pleasure he put on me. It lasted for
almost a year."

I'm just standing at the end of the bed, naked, fascinated at the
similarities in Ryan's first sexual encounter and mine. Fat Carl wasn't a
sadist, but he was very rough with me. I've never told Robby about that though,
so he couldn't have told Ryan. Man, what a coincidence. Then Ryan squeezes my
nuts and I go up on my toes sucking in air through closed lips, yelling,
"Ryan!" and he calmly says, "This is part of it, Dylan. You'll
get used to it like I did and since we're both submissive, you'll come to like
it too," and he squeezes my balls again a little harder. I almost punch
him in the face, but grab his arm instead to pull his hand away from my nuts.
He holds on though, asking quietly, "Will you please go along with me,
Dylan? I won't do it very hard." I go, "No, I won't! Now let go of my
nuts or I'll punch your lights out." He looks disappointed, but lets go,
muttering, "Robby said I could do you like he does me." He's pouting.
I adjust my junk, mumbling, "I'm sure he said I need to agree with it
first. Right?" He nods his head, saying, "Yeah, you're correct. I was
hoping we'd get a thing going between us, you and me. It'd be awesome." I
sit on the bed asking, "How come you stopped seeing the first guy?"
He gets up to sit next to me, his sneakered feet six-inches above the floor,
and my bare feet. "Oh, Jacob moved to California and it was over a year
before I met Marty, who was strictly a top, but by then I was accepting that I
was a submissive bottom anyway. He wasn't as rough though and I missed it so
asked him to do the spanking and ball crunching and he got to liking it the
same way Robby's getting to like it. Robby will probably be doing more of it
with you too 'cause I've read that it gets addictive for both parties. The
thing is, after fucking your primo ass last week I've discovered I like doing
that, too. That's why I thought the twin boyfriends might be the best of all
worlds. I get fucked hard by Robby and return the favor on your
personage." I ask, "Are you a dreamer, Ryan?" He goes,
"Whaddaya mean?" I ask, "What makes you think I'd ever go along
with that?" He shrugs, "I didn't think I would at first either, but
Jacob proved me wrong and I was hoping to do the same for you. That's all.
You'd eventually thank me, ya know." I say, "That's my new name for
you, 'Dreamer twin'." He pushes his glasses up his nose, whining,
"Please don't make fun of me, Dylan. I thought you'd like it,
honest!" There's something appealing about the naive side of Ryan, and
hell, I can say the same thing about Robby, too. It's cute and makes them seem
more huggable. Connor too, for that matter. But, as for Chubby, not so much...
haha. He's not naive in the least.

I go, "Okay, Ryan, how do ya wanna do this?" He asks,
"Can I do a stand-up fuck for you?" I go, "That's a big fat,
NO!" He pushers his glasses up again, using his middle finger and it
crosses my mind that maybe he's flashing me the bird, which would be kind of a
hot-shit thing for him to do, except I don't see Ryan being a hot-shit so it
probably wasn't the bird he was doing. Frowning he says, "How 'bout doggy
style?" I go, "Yeah, why not," and Ryan goes, "At least let
me do the spanking since I can't do any of the stand-up fuck stuff." And
by that he means, he can't do ball crunching and spanking and a
rough fuck. I say, "Alright, but like I told ya, don't get fucking carried
away. And, why aren't you undressed?" He says, "Because Robby doesn't
always get undressed and I emulate him, and I won't get carried away, but it's
got to sting enough to get you squirming on my lap or what's the point?!"
I go, "Emulate? Personage?" He grins, saying, "I'm expanding my
vocabulary to impress Robby. I memorize two new words a day." He's off the
bed now walking over to my desk chair, saying, "Get over here now, and lay
across my lap and no more talking!" I'll be goddamned if that didn't get
my limp dick stirring. Jesus! I'll need all the psychiatrists in Vienna,
including Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung, analyzing my head for a year to figure
out my stupid attraction to an authoritative sex partner. Yeah, it feels good,
but even I know its nuts! But I go with it anyway, and sheepishly walk over and
lay right across his lap. He's small, so my hands and feet are on the floor on
either side of him as he adjusts his skinny thighs, capturing my balls between
them, then he reaches under me and pulls my cock up so it's between my belly
and the top of his leg. Tightening his thighs on my nuts, almost squeezing them
to the degree his hand did earlier, he maintains that pressure, saying in a
surprisingly confident manner, "If you squirm too much before I'm done
spanking, you'll get this," and he tightens his legs past the unpleasant
stage into a painful one and I screech out. Patting my ass and letting up on
the pressure some, he asks, "Do we understand each other now, Dylan?"
I want to say my infamous, 'Go fuck yourself' but I'm being captured by my
submissive fetish and it's especially strong 'cause at the moment I'm being
dominated by this pipsqueak. If I really wanted to I could get out of this in
ten seconds by twisting his ankle until he's the one squealing in pain, but I
don't want to do that, yet. I mutter, "Yeah, I hear ya, Ryan," he
goes, "Good," and whacks my ass stinging swats that stings right from
the first smack. With my balls under Ryan's control I resign myself to getting
spanked and he does a very efficient job of it, too. When my ass is red and
burning I start squirming and complaining, and get my balls crushed for my
trouble. I screech out again, but stop squirming and begin asking in a whine,
"Ryan, isn't that enough yet? It's really getting painful." He stops
and mutters, "Oh yeah, we didn't establish a 'safe word,' did we? Okay,
just ask me to please stop, that'll be our safe word." I immediately say,
"Please stop," and he gives me another two stinging smacks, going,
"That'll do it, Dylan. Now get up and sit on my lap facing me, and I'll
kiss away the pain." He releases my nuts from between his legs, and
without even thinking about it because I'm so glad the spanking's over, and my
nuts are safe again, I quickly do what he says and sit on his lap with a leg on
either side of his ass. Ryan wipes some tears, I didn't even know I had, from
my eyes with the palm of his hand, smiling at me and mumbling, "That
wasn't so bad, was it?" Only then do I come to my senses and realize I'm
doing everything he wants, and I feel stupid sitting like this on his little
lap, but he gets his arms around my neck and I lean my head unconsciously down
to his and his soft kiss feels so much better than getting my ass slapped and
my balls crunched that I let out a sigh and get into the kiss myself. As I've
mentioned before, Ryan's an excellent kisser, he kisses with an indescribable
extra something that makes me, and probably anyone else he kisses, feel that
he's showing deep affection.

After the first long smooth, very nice kiss, he rubs up the back
of my quarter-inch hair, whispering, "You kiss so nicely, Dylan, and I
find you so sexy. Do you feel my boner under you?" I hadn't noticed it
against my very smacked ass until he mentioned it just now, and I nod my head,
murmuring, "Yes," and he whispers, "I need to get it out of my
pants. Please lift up a second and I want you to take out my cock, do that for
me now." I'm definitely under some kind of spell as I partially stand-up
and pull down his zipper. Ryan sits there with a hand on my nuts again. I fish
his cock out as Ryan says in a sexy, whispery voice, "Suck it now,
Dylan," and I lean over and suck precum from the head of his boner,
swallowing it, then take the whole thing in my mouth and work on the head with
my throat muscles. Ryan squeezes my nuts and I try screaming, but can't with
his cock in my throat so I gag noisily instead. He quietly says, "That's
enough, please get back on my lap, sitting on my boner this time; sitting on it
up your ass." My eyes are glazed over as I stare into his dark eyes, and
position myself over his cock, then guide the head to my hole and I slowly sit
down on it. He's quietly explaining, "I got this hard leaking cock while
spanking you, so thank you for that." The difference between his confident,
sweet manner now, as compared to his tough, no-nonsense manner of a couple of
minutes ago captivates me, and I stare at his face as he grins pushing his
glasses up his little nose, murmuring, "Sit all the way down on it, Dylan,
Isn't this nice?" I realize I'm in my total submissive trance by now and I
don't know when that happened, but it's always a relaxing and comfortable frame
of mind, so I murmur, "Yes, it is," and as I sit all the way down on
his lap, a groan slips out of my throat. "Feel good?" he asks, still
with that whispery voice, that hypnotic voice. Without waiting for me to
respond to his question, he pulls my face to his and does a long, sexy French
kiss. Oh my God, he's maybe the best kisser I've ever run into. Very
accomplished and very into it, so I let myself enjoy it while wishing he had a
sexier scent about him. He smells very clean and almost new somehow, but not
particularly sexy. My arms are around him as he instigates all the kissing and
I'm more the recipient than a participant. When he's kissed me enough to raise
a boner on me, one I wasn't aware of until he reaches between us and adjusts it
from sideways to vertical, quietly asking, "Doesn't that feel
better?" I nod, mumbling, "Yeah, thanks, Ryan." Another long,
luscious kiss as his boner is stimulating the sensitive areas in my rectum and
I feel precum from his cock drooling out of my ass, and I hear myself moan
quietly again. He coos and rubs my shoulders, then finishes the kiss, leaving
me a little breathless. Then a quiet question I can barely hear, "Does
your ass feel better now, Dylan?" and I realize he's referring to my
smacked ass, not my rectum, and I haven't given my smacked ass a thought since
sitting on his boner. I nod my head, mumbling, "Yeah, it's fine," and
he goes, "Good, stand up now," and I do, with his cock making that
sucking sound when popping free of my anus, which tried holding his cock inside
me. Ryan strokes his cock, quietly chuckling at how my ass lips sucked on his
boner before letting it free.

I'm still in my foggy submissive frame of mind, one that's become
dreamy now, and somewhere in my brain I'm thinking, 'This kid is good, maybe I
will steal him from Robby." Ryan keeps his voice quiet as if he recognizes
my frame of mind and wants me to stay in it. He goes behind me, and asks,
"Would you bend your knees a little bit, Dylan, you're too tall for
me," so I do it, now wanting his cock inside me again. He guides the head
of his five-inch boner to my anus and his precum wets the lips, and without
hesitating he plugs the head past my sphincter muscle, and being as uninhibited
as I am now, I moan a long moan of pleasure as Ryan rubs my back, and then massages
both my buttocks cheeks reminding me of my stinging smacked ass again. The
massage stings initially, but soon my ass is pleasantly warm without any
noticeable sting left at all, and I let out a stupid sigh which gets a kiss on
my back from Ryan as he pushes the rest of his five-plus inches of rock-hard
boner slowly up my ass. It's not tight at all now because he opened me up by
having me sit on his cock; it's not tight, but it really fills me up perfectly,
feeling fantastic. Then his slow withdrawal and subsequent penetration has me
gulping with deep sexual pleasure and I moan again. I'm sure each moan is
another encouraging sign to Ryan, but I don't care about any of that now, I'm
just enjoying being fucked so nicely. I said I didn't want the stand-up fuck,
but right from the start Ryan's been in charge, and I didn't even know it until
thinking about it right now. Another withdrawal and a smoother, quicker
penetration gets another louder moan from me, "Ahhh, oooh," and a
quiet grunt of pleasure from Ryan. He reaches around, telling me, "I'm
going to crunch your nuts now, just stay as you are." I almost say,
"Yes, Ryan," but don't, just wait for him to do it. When he's got my
balls in his hand he squeezes lightly, whispering, "Tell me it's alright
to crunch your balls," and I hesitate, so he says again, "Tell me
it's alright, Dylan," and I murmur, "It's alright," and he's
really crunching down on my balls and I let out a bloodthirsty scream. He
whispers, "It'll feel better in a minute," and crunches my balls
harder and as I scream, I'm seeing stars flying towards me. Ryan lets go of my
nuts and puts his arms around my waist, pinning my arms to my sides, and begins
a steady fuck with long even strokes up my ass as my boner begins firming up
again after losing most of it's hardness from the intense pain in my balls. The
pain recedes and my thoughts go to the increasingly sexy and wonderful
sensations in my ass. The contrasts between the pain of the ball-crunching and
the awesomeness of a boner fucking my ass seems to make me concentrate harder
on the pleasure and has me licking my lips and pushing gently back at each
thrust of Ryan's very nice boner.

Ryan has a better cock for fucking than Robby actually, and this
is feeling fantastic as another moan escapes my throat. I'm totally uninhibited
about moaning with pleasure as my submissive mood deepens. Ryan's insistence
that I accept the ball squeezing has a lot to do with my submissiveness. He's
now grunting with each hard thrust up my ass, his arms tightly around me
holding me in place. The slapping of his groin against my buttocks cheeks gets
more pronounced as sweat forms there, increasing the slapping sound with each
thrust. My cock's back to full hardness as I groan again with pleasure, my
body's limp against Ryan's small chest. He takes a hand and cups my chin
pulling my head back against his narrow shoulder and holds my head there the
same firm way he pushed my
head forward against my chest when he was butchering my haircut. He asks
in that whispery voice, "Does it feel good, Dylan? Do your nuts hurt
now?" as he slams his swollen boner harder into me, jerking back on my
chin as I moan again, "Ahhh, ooh, oh, it feels wonderful..." My boner's
leaking steadily and my neck
muscles, when I accept having my head in that position, completely relax and my
whole body is docile in his arms like there's only one bone in my body;
the one leaking and pulsating against my belly. He picks up the speed of his
penetrations and his quiet grunts of pleasure are now joining mine and
accompany each drive of his very swollen wet boner up my ass, and that boner is
fucking me amazingly well as my eyes close to concentrate on being fucked into
ecstasy. Without thinking about doing it, I begin humping back harder into his
thrust going, "Ohh," with each thrust as I'm licking my lips again
and rolling my head from side to side on his thin shoulder in a world of sexual
pleasure. My cock becomes so hard it moves away from my belly and is soon
pointing straight out; a condition I don't always get to feel, and the
tightness of it adds tremendously to my overall pleasure. Now I'm saying his
name, "Ryan," every third of forth penetration, "Harder, Ryan,
faster ooh, ahh ahh...this is so hot," and then my orgasm comes roaring on
me and my toes curl as the first long stream of spunk shoots from my cock and I
jerk my hips spastically as my vision gets cloudy and I yell out an
embarrassing, "Ahhhhuuug!" There are so many awesome sensations all
around my pelvic region they're blending together into an ecstatic sense of
sexual arousal, my second hip thrust forward is so hard it almost pulls me out
of Ryan's grasp with my cock shooting out another string of cum, tantalizing
the head of my incredibly hard boner, sending me into a level of sexual
pleasure rarely achieved, seemingly for awhile too, only to be followed up by
two more good spurts of spunk and I writhing in Ryan's arms making guttural
sounds in my throat, totally immersed is sexual delights. Ryan's arms are
much stronger then they look and he's holding onto me tighter now, even a
little violently. Then a loud desperate sounding gasp from Ryan as he clutches
me to him and humps his groin against my ass, his forehead smashes against my
shoulder as he fires a lot of teenage creamy spunk up my hole, filling me up
with his sperm. That's followed by more spurts of cum and then another loud
gasp from Ryan and hard hump against me, and it's warmer and squishier up there
now. Ryan's breathing noisily as he continues stabbing his boner in his own
spunk with some of it drooling out each time he withdraws and then drives again
into my rectum. All I can do is groan and relish in the sensations cascading
around my body

Ryan's gasping as I lie against him, even more docile in his arms,
savoring all the wonderful sensations of climax and the truly special, almost
electric buzz of my rectum's sensors. His bare chest against my back feels so
good, skin against skin, and it's totally and sexually awesome, pure and
simple. Then, as my head clears I wonder about how this sexual experience could
be so different from the first time with Ryan. That first one wasn't
particularly memorable at all. Nothing special about that, but this time...
yeah, this time it was very memorable. Ryan gasps again blowing a lot of
exhaled air from his lungs on the side of my face, as he releases my body, then
he pulls his cock out of my ass and lets go of me completely, almost causing me
to fall over backwards, but he catches me, still taking deep breaths himself.
Steady on my feet again I stroke my cock blinking my eyes wildly. 'What the
hell happened here?' is the question I ask myself, as Ryan's exclaiming,
"That was spectacular, Dylan! Thank you so much! Oh man, what a climax I
had, and thanks for going along with everything. I know you didn't have to or
want to at first, but thanks 'cause it was really, really special for me."
Now that he's being grateful, my trance quickly evaporates and is replaced with
embarrassment, thinking that I made a total fool of myself being so submissive
to him. What the fuck's wrong with me anyhow? Still, I enjoyed the shit out of
that 'cause it was uber hot, while also really puzzling at the same time. Ryan
grabs some tissues from the night table and wipes his cum off my ass and the
back of my legs as my face turns red thinking how I was calling his name and
acting like a submissive weenie throughout everything. Submissive to this
little pipsqueak! Damn! But, at the same time, he was awesome. Then I remember
the hard spanking that put me in the trance, and to save some face, I go,
"You overdid the spanking, Ryan. I didn't appreciate that one goddamn
bit." He keeps wiping at my ass, mumbling, "Oh, I'm sorry, but it's
part of why the making out afterwards is so hot, and the subsequent fucking and
nut squeezes were close to perfect, I thought. And, I only crunched your nuts a
few times. I wanted to do more because I thought it would get you a better
climax, but caught myself because this was your first time. Didn't you think
the whole thing was hot?" I make a face, mumbling, "Yeah, I guess it
was pretty hot," and I know in my head I'd like to do the whole thing
again with him. Damn, it was basically the same thing Robby and I have been
doing lately, but very different too, and I don't understand why that is.
Ryan's acting so contrite now, and sweet too, so I turn around and say,
"Okay, it was pretty damn hot, you're right, let's kiss away the
difference," and he's right into one of his very accomplished and sexy
kisses, which I force myself to break away from long before I want to. I can't
have him thinking he means more to me than he does. At the same time, I can see
Robby's attraction to Ryan: he's a combination of obsequious and sweet, yet he
can play the stern card too. Maybe he doesn't play that card with Robby though,
since Robby's playing the uber stern one himself at the moment, which trumps
the plain stern one. I guess Ryan plays the ass-kissing card instead. With me
it's a different story though, and that's because I've already told Ryan I like
the submissive card, and why am I including the word 'card' in all my thoughts
right now? That's another good question.

As I pull my jockey shorts on, I remember Ryan fucked me through
the zipper of his jeans, which seems sexy, somehow. I mean, me being totally
naked and all. I was the one who pulled his cock out before I sat on it at
Ryan's instructions, and while a dominant move on Ryan's part, he now has a big
cum stain on the front of his pants from his own cum splashing out of my ass.
He was shirtless through everything of course; we never put our shirts on from
our haircuts, and the feel of his bare torso against my back added to
everything as well. Yeah, awesomely sexy. Then I remember my butchered hair and
that Matthew's coming over later. That'll be embarrassing, but kinda funny too
since Matthew had the same basic problem with his girlfriend's haircut that I
have now. When I'm dressed we go into the living room and pull on our
sweatshirts; Ryan's sweatshirt covers his crotch so the cum stain isn't a
problem for him after all. I find myself staring at him, thinking, `I need to
reevaluate this situation. There's more to Ryan than meets the eye. Plus, I
want to do it again with him, at least once more; you know, just to see if I
have the same incredible reaction the next time. This was night and day
compared to the other time we did it together.' Ryan interrupts my thoughts,
maybe he reads minds too, because he's asking, hesitantly, "Do you think
you'd ever want to do it like that again with me, Dylan?" He's very,
almost timid now, and now that he's fucked me so dominantly he's seemingly much
cuter too. Especially when he pushes his glasses up his nose, and I'd like to
experience his kissing technique some more as well. Hmmm, I can learn a few
things from him about kissing, and I thought I was pretty damn good at it until
now. I fight off these urges though, and say, "Sure, I'll do it again with
you, it was good, Ryan." He looks down, then raises just his eyes to look
into mine, asking, "Was it just good, Dylan?" and it makes me blurt
out a laugh, muttering, "Ya got me there. No, it was much better than just
good, Ryan. Where'd you learn your stuff anyway?" He goes, "From
Jacob mostly, although I didn't even like him. He did that stuff and much more
to me, and even though I didn't like him, the kissing he'd do always took away
the stinging in my ass, and I copied his kiss," and I remember Robby
saying his kisses would take away the stinging on my ass from the spanking, and
his rough fuck hid the pain in my balls from the crunching. So I guess he picked
it up from Ryan, I suspected as much. I ask, "Doesn't Robby ever let you
do your stuff on him?" He goes, "Nope, and I'm not allowed to nag him
about that one subject either and that's because he says dominant sex partners
do not get fucked by their submissive partner. I'll bet he'd say the same thing
to you," I mumble, "Yeah, he already has." Ryan goes, "See?
Anyway, I know my place with him, but you and I, us twin boyfriends, we're free
to do it all we want." That sounds somehow enticing, but I don't say
anything. Then there's a knock at the door and I check my watch. Holy shit,
over an hour's gone by already. How long did the spanking and kissing and
fucking go on? I was in a pleasant fog through most of it. I look at Ryan, who
nods at the door, saying, "That's probably our boyfriend," and he
looks so damn cute I almost kiss him. Goddamn that was an awesome fuck.....

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