Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2012 05:29:22 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR  chapter 51   by Donny Mumford

			   Dylan's Freshman Year


				Chapter  51


			     by Donny Mumford


I'm still amazed at the awesome dominating fuck Ryan just laid on my
ass. Like Robby, Ryan's got a nice way of being dominant and I think
that's because both of them are basically sweet-natured boys, as opposed to
mean-spirited or sadistic. While there is some pain involved with Ryan's style,
the main objective is mutual pleasure more than anything else. Oh, and then
there's that 'safe word' I can use as Ryan's submissive partner. I'm to use it
if I'm distressed about something, like too severe a spanking. The 'safe word'
is certainly considerate of your dominant partner.  To start with, Ryan
totally surprised me with his dominance once we got into it, and that's because
it's a totally different story when Ryan's around Robby, so it was unexpected;
Ryan's the complete opposite of dominant where Robby's concerned. He's
extremely submissive to Robby, certainly way more submissive than I am, and
that's especially true when Robby's fucking him which lately he's been doing a
lot more of with Ryan than me. I'm beginning to wonder if there's a cause and
effect connected to Ryan's extra-submissiveness, and the extra fucks he's been
getting. Hmmm? Ryan and I have both recovered from our extraordinary climaxes
when we hear a knock on the door. Ryan looks at me, and goes, "Oh, that's
probably our boyfriend," and he's excited. I grin, saying, "Should we
tell him how hot our fuck was?" Ryan smiles a big smile, going,
"Damn, I'm glad you thought it was hot, too, and sure, I can't wait to
tell him." I unlock the door, which we need to keep locked or it won't
stay closed, and Robby comes in smiling his adorable smile. Ryan runs to him and
hugs him, which is something I probably should have done except I'd feel like a
dork doing it; you know, both of us running to Daddy as he comes home from a
long day at the office. Jesus! Give me a break! I'm not that far gone yet.
Robby kisses Ryan, and then asks me, "How'd it go?" I shrug and say,
"Jeez, he's a tiger. He spanked me, smacking the hell out of my ass
actually, and then he kissed away the stinging as I sat on his lap with his
boner up my ass. And, you know how much I like making out, Rob," purposely
calling him 'Rob'. I might as well tell him about the fuck because Ryan sure as
shit will. Robby hugs Ryan around the neck, going, "That's my tiger!"
and it's a little bit much so I feel like barfing for a second there, but I
force a half a grin on my face instead, and watch Ryan basks in the praise of
his idol. Maybe I should be hanging out with Connor so he can idolize me;
everyone should have someone idolizing them. Ryan goes on to describe the fuck,
and during his retelling, some of the things he and I did during the fuck
crystallize for me; things we did that I missed in the submissive haze I was in
at the time. Hearing it described though, I recall us doing everything he's
saying. Jeez, I sound like a weenie the way Ryan's explaining it, but I guess
he's just telling it the way it was. I'm blushing again, feeling embarrassed
that Robby's hearing all this. It's the first time I've ever heard someone
describing how they fucked me, and describing in equal parts the details of the
fuck, as well as my humiliating responses to what Ryan was instructing me to do
during it. They must both think I'm a loser. I act like such an asshole once I
let myself fall into that submissive spell, and to do it under little Ryan's
direction is definitely humiliating. Neither Robby nor Ryan seem to think so
though, as Ryan's raving about me and Robby seems quite pleased with the way it
went. I don't believe I've ever seen Robby give his undivided attention to
anything like he's giving Ryan during his very descriptive recreation of
dominating me during our fuck. When Ryan's done, he finishes with, "And
then you knocked on the door, Rob." Robby rubs his fingers over Ryan's
head, saying, "That's awesome, stud," then to me, "Sounds like you had
yourself quite a fuck from my number two boyfriend here. Hope I can do as
well and you're not disappointed at my next feeble attempt to fuck you, I
mean, after my tiger here just did you so good." It's all making me feel
like the newbie in the group, the pathetic rookie who's just being
introduced to gay sex by experienced dominant types. Damn!

Ryan clings to Robby, which is probably their normal state of affairs all
the time, and neither of them seems inclined to change that just because
I'm here. So, it's been both a very good and a very bad experience for me;
the fuck was great, but the retelling of it in my presence was equally
bad. I feel shitty about it and apparently Robby notices, probably because
I'm pouting again. He frees himself from Ryan's grasp and comes over to
gently say, "Is there something wrong, Dylan? You seem upset." I put on a
fake smile, fooling no one, and say, "No, I'm good. It was great." Robby
goes on this long harangue then about what a good guy I am to go along with
my twin boyfriend's wishes,
and how nice it was of me helping my twin by letting him get a taste of being a
'top', and how much Robby appreciates it and on and on, buttering me up until
it works and I'm grinning like a fool, saying, "Come on, Robby, I enjoyed
it too. I'm not upset," then adding, "Ryan's great. You both
are." Then Ryan touches my arm, looking me in the eyes and saying
sincerely, "I appreciate it the most, Dylan. Hell, you could make it
miserable for me if you wanted to. If you pitched a bitch about me, Rob would
take your side over mine, so I really thank you, too! You know, for looking out
for your little, less-hot twin." Jesus, now I'm feeling like a dork for
pouting, and if Robby didn't routinely refer to Ryan and me as twins, or even
referring to Ryan as 'your twin,' I'd feel better about it. Same for Ryan
referring to himself as my 'less-hot twin". Wish I'd never coined that
'twin' shit. I do a fake punch on Ryan's arm, smiling, and mumbling,
"You're as hot as any of us, Ryan. Don't put yourself down, bud."
Robby appears content that I'm appeased and leads his boyfriends to the balcony
for a cigarette. Outside, Robby says, "It's a good thing I checked on our
next two exams, Dylan. There's a change of venue for our morning one. Of course
there will be a notice on the door, but this way we can go directly to the
correct lecture hall." Then we discuss plans for studying together here,
all three of us. Lately I've discovered I like studying with Robby, but alone.
Nevertheless, I act enthused about the three of us studying together. Robby
says, "You cook the dinner for us, Dylan, and show Ryan what a great chef
you are." Hmmm... I'm starting to long for the days when he'd end his
declarative sentences with 'okay?' to see if it's alright with me. Now he's in
the habit of more or less giving orders. And I say that even though him giving
me authoritative orders usually gets my dick moving in my jockey shorts.
Normally that authoritative stuff affects me that way, but not at the moment
because Ryan fucked me into a very sexually satisfied state, and even Robby
being authoritative doesn't get my submissive juices flowing. Maybe I should
let Ryan steal me from Robby, rather than the other way around. Yeah, right,
that ain't gonna happen. It's past four o'clock and Robby's going to Ryan's
dorm now to begin studying while I give Matthew a haircut. And ironically,
after Ryan's fucked me so good, I'm not even particularly excited about Matthew
Flowers coming over.

Robby and
Ryan take off for Ryan's dorm and suddenly it's quiet in here so I tune the FM
radio to 98.5 and listen to Felger & Mazz crucify the Red Sox and the
manager, Bobby Valentine. I can't argue with anything they're saying. It's
sports talk radio and the callers can't find anything but negative stuff to say,
too. The Sox suck so far this season and it don't look like that's going to
change anytime soon. Chuckling at something Mazz said on the radio, I look over
and see myself in the mirror, the one over the sofa. I'm thinking, 'Hey, I can
improve this terrible haircut a little. Not the back, but the side where most
of the damage took place. For the next ten minutes I very carefully fade the
almost shaved area into the quarter-inch hairs on the side of my head and it
turns out real good, except I can't tackle the almost-shaved area behind my
ear. That requires two mirrors and my perspective gets all messed-up looking
into two mirrors, so I leave it like it is. Now, if someone at college sees
just one side of my head, either side, they'll see a poor haircut, but not a
disaster. That's until they see both sides, then all bets are off...haha. Fuck
it, Wednesday I'll get both sides faded evenly to go with the eighth-inch hair
that'll be on top of my head. I'm sure Willie will insist on it and I've gotten
used to it anyway. I like Connor's description of my severe buzz cut... he says
it gives me a cute, bad-boy look, or something like that. Then a knock on the
door and I open it to find Matthew standing there with a little grin on his
face. He goes, "Damn, this apartment complex is confusing, glad I found
the right place." I give him a big greeting telling him I'm glad he found
the right place too, and we bump fists. Then, just like Ryan and I were when
Robby left us alone, Matthew and I go through a little awkward silence because
we actually don't know each other at all, and we're here alone in my apartment.
I'm going, "Um, ah, hey look at my cluster-fuck of a haircut," and I
turn my head from side to side. He goes, "Holy shit, has my girlfriend
been here?" I laugh and give him a brief description of what happened, not
mentioning anything about twin boyfriends; it was just two friends screwing
around because I'll be getting my hair cut wicked short again on Wednesday
anyway, so we just had some fun. Matthew says, "Yeah, speaking of wicked
short haircuts, I'm nervous about getting that haircut myself. Ya know, now
that the time for it is here. I was all for it until coming up the steps to
your apartment." I wave my hand at him, like, 'It's no big deal if
you've changed your mind' and say, "Don't worry about going
through with that extreme haircut. I can cut your hair anyway you want."
He asks, "How do you think that severe haircut would look on me
anyway?" as he's standing maybe a little too close to me. I go,
"Um," and I back-up a step pretending to brush an imaginary stray
hair clipping from the side of my face, then finish my sentence with, "I
need to tell you the same thing I tell all good-looking guys like yourself,
you'd look good in any style haircut." He moves closer to me once more,
muttering, "Thanks for that 'good-looking' remark. Um, you being gay and
all, I was wondering something." I look questioningly at him, and he
shrugs, clears his throat, and then, still muttering, says, "You might
remember that thing I mentioned to you about me wondering about sort of
bisexual stuff, um, does any of that come with the haircut?" Cautiously I
say, "No, nothing I initiate with guys I don't know very well yet. It's
just a haircut, that's all." He nods his head, then grins and blushes a little,
asking, "Um, how long does it normally take for you to get to know
somebody, you know, very well, like you said?" I'm still not
sure which way he's leaning about the messing around stuff. To be safe, I say,
"Well as far as that goes, in your case, Matthew, you'd totally be the one
who decides how well we know each other." He kind of chuckles nervously,
mumbling, "I'm not sure if I'm relieved or disappointed to hear you say
that. Actually, I'm a basket case right now, Dylan. Nothing but a bundle of
nerves because I want to try a bi-sex thing, but I'm nervous... scared about it,
too. I don't know what I want." I go, "Well, do you know if you want
a Coke or a Snapple to drink? We can have a drink on the balcony and talk about
it if you'd like." He jumps at that, "Yeah, absolutely and thanks for
saving me from making a further ass of myself."

I chuckle
while walking into the small kitchen and grabbing two Cokes from the
refrigerator, then say, "Why don't we go with this: I'll do your haircut
without anything untoward of a sexual nature happening, and we'll talk about it
some more afterwards if you want to." He goes, "Okay, but that's
totally not what I thought I wanted until I got here. I thought I wanted to try
something with a sexy guy like you. No, that's not totally true either, because
I just said 'I thought I wanted to' and that's hedging because
actually I was positive I wanted to try something sexy with
you. But that's before I actually walked in your door." Handing him the
Coke and motioning towards the balcony, we walk there with me asking, "Do
you mind if I have a cigarette while we drink our sodas?" He says,
"No, not at all. I smoke at parties sometimes although I'm not crazy about
it myself, but my girlfriend smokes so it ain't like I'm not used to it."
We swig some Coke on the balcony as Matthew comments on our cool apartment and
the nice weather we're having. Weather's always a safe topic. Finally I go,
"Sex is dicey when someone's not sure of themselves about some part of it,
and that goes for straight guys, bisexual guys, and gay guys; girls too. The
thing is, at the moment, I personally don't even feel like doing anything sexy,
and believe me if I did feel like it, you'd be high on my list, so it's not
you." He goes, "Oh, I never considered that part of the equation;
that you wouldn't want to," and he laughs, adding, "You're kind of an
important piece of the puzzle as far as that's concerned; the sexy part. I
think I've got a little thing for you actually, if you know what I mean,"
then another slight blush. Matthew's another very attractive boy struggling
with his sexuality and I'm sort of proud that a couple of boys, like Matthew, trust
me enough to confide in me, I really am. It's flattering of course, but mostly
it's because that tells me they don't think I'm a bad person. I certainly don't
think I'm a bad person either, but I've wondered if I seem like that to others
sometimes. And, there's my lack of self-confidence showing again, which I
haven't been able to shake even at my advanced age. Matthew says, "I stupidly
thought gay guys were always horny, but why should they be more or less horny
than straight guys? Right?" I shrug, "All I can be sure about is me,
and sometimes I'm not even sure about me. It sounds like a good premise
though." He asks, "Are you, I don't know, are you real intelligent?
You seem very smart." I laugh out loud at that, spitting Coke over the
railing in the process, then I go, "No, forget that! I'm average-Joe
intelligence-wise, and probably below-average-Joe otherwise." He quietly
says, "I'll bet you're not below-average anything; certainly not
looks-wise, heh heh. I told ya I got a little something going for me where
you're concerned. It's embarrassing too, I must say, but there it is." I
mumble, "Thanks, that's, um, you know, flattering." Matthew takes a
few big swallows of Coke, then chuckles, saying, "Not a single thing has
gone the way I fantasized it going before I actually met you at the door. It's
almost funny how every single thing has worked out completely the opposite of
how I thought it would." I ask, "How'd you think it would go?"
He shakes his head, "Too embarrassing to say, Dylan, for me I mean," adding
one more nervous chuckle. I don't press him, but I am curious. Anyway, done with
our Cokes, I flick my cigarette butt over the railing, but instead it goes
backwards off the balcony sliding glass doors behind me. Luckily it bounces
right in front of me so I kick it over the side. Matthew asks, "Do you
practice that?" and I say, "Of course, you think I could do it by
accident? I mean the butt flipped off the door right at my feet for an easy
kick." He makes an expression with his lips and eyes, like, 'Impressive,'
and I ask, "What kind of haircut is it gonna be, Matthew?" He says,
"I wimped out on everything else, so I might as well wimp out on the
extreme haircut too. How 'bout a regular buzz like my girlfriend was unable to
pull off?" I go, "Good idea, then you'll be able to throw a good buzz
haircut in her face without even saying anything." He laughs, "My
thinking exactly. You don't read minds too, do you?" Huh, I wondered that
same thing of Ryan a few hours ago, and then I think about that fuck he laid on
me and need to use willpower not to grope myself; that is, not until Matthew's
back is to me walking into the apartment. Then I give my dick a quick massage
praying I don't get a boner 'cause that would really confuse Matthew... haha.

Inside he
sits on the stool and is almost too tall for me, but not quite. Explaining
about the plastic cape I suggest he take off his shirt, and he does it without
hesitating. Matthew has an average build with a narrow patch of chest hair
between his pecs, which surprisingly few of my gay friends have as of yet; it
looks kinda cool. Matthew's another boy who doesn't emit a sexy natural scent;
at least none I can detect, although maybe someone else can. Ah well, the
disappointments of life are many. Giving buzz cuts is very easy for me, but I
do Matthew's meticulously, especially the trimmer work around the ears and the
slight fade at the hairline near his neck. I want him to be proud of his
haircut, and I want to show-up his shrill girlfriend, too. He has beautiful
hair that's fun to cut, and I enjoy myself even without any of the intimate
aspects of my more noteworthy haircutting efforts. He's very pleased with the
haircut when I'm done, and during the haircut he'd responded well to my
accidentally-on-purpose touching of his body: squeezing his neck and shoulders
a bit and massaging his scalp, little things like that. Actually, he leaned
into my touching, which I liked a lot. Matthew's a very likable boy. He
graduated high school last year, but chose not to go to college. A shame
really, though I don't know his family situation regarding finances and that
sort of thing, so that may be a factor in his skipping college, as well ass all
the fun associated with it. I'm not interested in prying although I'm curious
about it, too. Matthew raves about the haircut, checking himself out with a
handheld mirror looking at the reflection of the back of his head in the mirror
over the sofa as well. I assure him buzz cuts are not that hard to do, but he
goes on about it anyway thanking me a ridiculous amount of times. Then it's
awkward again for a minute, but I busy myself cleaning up the hair clipping as
he watches; he even offered to help but it's a one-person job. Finally he says,
"Damn, I need to do at least one little thing from all the things I
fantasized about doing with you. I'm such a pussy!" I go, "Sure, we
can do one little thing. You pick one." Not knowing what he fantasized
about, I'm curious about that as well; I'm a curious guy. He goes, "What
are my choices?" I go, "You know very well what gay boys do. Pick one
you fantasized about." He goes, "You called my bluff again, Dylan. I
guess I thought you'd lead me or something." I go, "How about a hot
kiss?" He raises his eyebrows, muttering, "That's not one of the
things I fantasized about. I didn't even think about doing that. Is it done a
lot with gay guys?" I go, "Yes, among the few gay guys I know anyway."
I'm thinking of Connor now, and how my kisses got him off and satisfied him for
the time being. I'm still feeling sexually satisfied myself, thanks to little
Ryan who fucks like he's much bigger, so this is pretty much strictly for
Matthew's benefit. He's thinking hard, glancing over at me every now and then.
I guess he's trying to decide if I'm good looking enough to kiss, or something
along those lines. He can't decide, or he can't pull the trigger one way or the
other, so I ask, "Do you do much making-out with girls?" He looks
down laughing, then mumbles, "When I have to." Hmmm, Matthew's a
legitimate candidate for our team it seems, but I'm not going to influence him.
Finally he blushes a brighter pink, and says, "Yes, I want to try kissing
with you." Yeah, he made a decision! Well, he's made two actually because
he also decided on how he wanted his hair cut.

I'm like,
"It's not really that big a deal, Matthew, so don't get your hopes up too
high. Um, do you want to come over here? I'm not going to attack you, but I
would like to kiss you because, as us gay boys like to say, you're cute."
Darker blush, with a muttered, "You too, Dylan, and thanks." Then he
goes, "My face is so fuckin' hot," and he checks himself in the mirror
again, adding, "I'm breaking out in a sweat. Brave, aren't I? God, I'm
such a wuss!" Chuckling for real now, I mumble, "Yeah, I noticed that
about you," and he does his nervous laugh walking over to me. I say, with
a grin, "Don't be afraid," and cup his face between both my hands and
kiss his lips with just the tip of my tongue parting them. His hands go right
to my waist as he opens his mouth just enough for me to push some of my tongue
against his. He goes, "Ooooh, fuck..." opening his mouth a little
more and most of my tongue massages his as I kiss with my lips at the same
time, and now he's kissing back. A drop of perspiration from his forehead land
on my nose and then he backs away gasping and wiping his mouth with the back of
his hand. I've been through this before with newbies, so I'm not surprised at
his reaction. He sucks on his lips a few seconds, then says, "I got a
fucking boner in my pants, Dylan," as sort of a confession. I go,
"Really? I'd have one in my pants too if we kissed much longer. That
wasn't bad for a first time kiss with another boy, Matthew, but maybe you need
to get a little more involved; it's hotter that way." He goes, "I
don't know if I could handle it getting much hotter. Fuck, that was exciting,
so awesome! Oh my God, I guess I'm gay. I can forget about bi." I say
matter of factly, "Not necessarily. You can be bi getting aroused kissing
someone of the same sex, as long as you also get aroused kissing someone of the
opposite sex. Of course, that's just my opinion, I'm no sexologist, if there
even is such a profession." He goes, "You're intelligent, I can
tell!" I'm shaking my head slightly, but don't respond to that absurd
notion. He goes, "Okay. Well, so far in my limited experience, I've never felt
anything close to what I felt kissing with you. Kissing girls, I mean, not even
close, dude! You're the hottest person I've ever kissed, period." I go,
"Thanks, and I'm not even the best kisser I know," and chuckle a
little trying to lighten things up. He's gained a little confidence, and asks,
"Can you put up with me for one more kiss, Dylan? I'll try to do better
kissing you back." I go, "Sure thing, I enjoyed it myself, Matthew,
'cause like I said, you're a hottie whether you know it or not." He
brightens, asking, "You're not just saying that?" I shake my head,
"Nope! You're a hottie." He says, "There's a guy in my
neighborhood who I kinda have a thing for too, totally in my dreams so far of
course, and he just might be gay or bi 'cause he never dates girls. You're
giving me the courage to feel him out a little. He and I have been buds for
years, but not like sexually, although maybe I wish we were." Oh goodie,
and all this time I thought Matthew had the hots for me, and instead I'm
nothing but his sex counselor. I wonder if Ray Ellis referred him to me? Ha ha.

For our
second kiss, Matthew has his hands on my waist right from the start and he's
imitating my tongue moves and in the process we're generating some drooling
saliva, which is always sexy to me. Soon, he's got me in his arms up against
him, crotch to crotch and chest to chest. Our heads are moving and it's a
fairly hot kiss for me too, but it's apparently molten hot for Matthew 'cause
he's making desperate sounds in his throat as our faces smear spit around and
his hips are humping me. I finally detect a sexy scent from his perspiration
which surprises me, but it's gonna serve him well with his bud. Our kiss only
lasts about two minutes at the most, when his hips begin humping harder,
bumping his package, which again contains a boner, against my package which
contains a semi version of his hard dick. Making a squeaky noise he breaks away
again. This time, he's groping himself and sucking on his lips with his eyes
closed tightly, his face is red and scrunched-up. The poor boy looks like he's
in intense pain; he's in intense something, fer sure. After ten seconds he
opens his eyes, grinning and pointing a finger at me, jokingly saying,
"You're fucking dangerous! I gotta watch myself around you!" Then he
giggles, and goes, "It's embarrassing!" I ask, "What? What's
embarrassing, Matthew?" knowing what he's probably referring to. He makes
a face, then blushes again, muttering, "I'm such a dork," shaking his
head, then adds, "I squirted in my fuckin' pants, that's what's
embarrassing," and his nervous laugh follows. He's a cute dude, I gotta
say that, but he seems much younger than he is and I guess in this type of situation,
he is much younger then he is. He asks, with another laugh, "Can I use
your bathroom?" I say, "Of course, it's right through my
bedroom," pointing at the door. He nods his head, laughing again, probably
at himself, and says, "I'll only be a minute, Dylan. You're awesome; I
gotta say that, dude," and he goes into my bedroom and then I hear the
bathroom door close and the quiet click of the doorknob's lock. I can't imagine
what he's going to do in there... haha. Like I said, he's cute! I put the
clippers away, then wait a bit longer than a minute before he reemerges shaking
his head again. He goes, "What an afternoon, Dylan. Totally not what I expected,
but fantastic just the same. I gotta thank you, man. This has been a great
eye-opener for me." I go, "Glad it worked out for you Matthew; your
buddy, who might be gay or bi, is in for a treat." He mutters. "I
hope so. Hey, when you leaving for summer break?" I say, "Probably
Saturday, but I live in Framingham which is only a hour's drive. In cases of
emergency I can be up here in an hour to tutor you in kissing, or
whatever." He laughs giving my neck a guy's hug, muttering, "Christ,
don't tell me your address or I might end up stalking you." We joke around
like that for a few minutes before he's got to rush home for some reason. I
wonder what? "Thanks for everything, Dylan. Love the haircut, and, um,
everything. See you at Stop & Shop. Luv ya, dude, you're a great
friend." As he's leaving, I say, "Good luck with that buddy of yours!"
Matthew goes, "He don't have a prayer now," and another laugh. Then
he's gone and I'm thinking, 'Damn, another one's flown the coop. I prime their
pump for them, and they go off to seduce the boy of their dreams leaving me
behind, the jealous teacher.' Ha! First Pedro and now Matthew... haha. Yummy
while it lasted. I gotta wonder what surprises Shaun Sullivan has in store for
me tomorrow, if any. He's already told me he's gay, that was surprise number
one right there.

After
enjoying this Matthew experience in real time, I run it through my head for a
bit and enjoy it for a second time. But I gotta plan dinner now for both my
boyfriend and my twin. Robby liked the sweet and spicy baked bean and baby-back
rib casserole we had a couple of weeks ago, so why not suck-up to him a little
and have that again tonight. It's a little pricey, but I'm in a contest with my
twin, who I now know is a fuckin' hottie with quite a heater on his little
personage, or whatever that word is that he uses. Ryan blatantly sucks-up to
Robby so I might as well give it a try, too. I'll need to borrow Robby's pickup
for a trip to Stop & Shop first, because we don't have baby back ribs on
hand. Hmm, like I said, the ribs are kind of special and expensive, but that
makes the sucking-up even more noticeable. Taking out my cell phone to text
Robby, I hear a key at the front door and Chubby comes in all excited.
"Dylan, I may have aced the final exam I took this afternoon! Swear to
God, it's definitely a long-shot possibility of course, but it'll be my first
aced final in college. I'm framing that fucker if my long-shot comes in."
I laugh saying, "Ya better ace that course, Chubby, it's your elective.
'Extrapolating the likelihood that the Plain White T's will have another hit
song as successful as 'Hey There Delilah',' I believe is the ridiculous name of
the elective." Chubby's like, "Oh, I forgot 'extrapolate' was part of
the course. Fuck! What's that mean anyway? I analyzed the meaning of the words
in the song and concluded they wouldn't have another hit." Laughing again,
I go, "I hope you're joking, but forget that, I'm glad you're here 'cause
I need the Jeep. I'm making the bean and baby-back rib dinner tonight."
Chubby's like, "Hot shit! I missed the last one. What time's dinner?"
I check my watch, then mutter, "Um, seven-thirty because that casserole
needs an hour and a half in the oven to get the ribs tender." He looks at
me funny, then says, "Turn your head," and I know he's noticed the
different lengths I
have on either side, but I play it straight. As I turn my head, I'm like,
"What?" He laughs saying, "What the fuck? It's like you have two
different haircuts, one for each side of your head." I go, "Yeah, so
what? It's the latest style." Chubby rubs my head, mumbling, "You're
a riot, Dylan. I don't even want to know what the fuck's up with that. Go get
the ribs, dude. I'm meeting the study group at eight-thirty; we're cramming all
night." I go, "Don't get too drunk," as I take the keys to the
Jeep, put a hat on, and try giving Chubby a kiss. He leans back and I get only
air. "Damn!" I exclaim, slamming the door behind me.

At Stop
& Shop I get the stuff I need without running into Shaun Sullivan, who I wanted
to see so we could confirm his haircut tomorrow. Oh well, he's working the same
shift I am on Tuesday so I'll see him then. When I'm back to the apartment's
parking lot I see a lady getting in her car, which is parked two rows from the
front door, so hot damn! I'll finally get a good parking spot. I sit idling in
the Jeep waiting for her to pull out of the spot, but after three minutes she
gets out of the car and walks back into the apartment building's main entrance.
It figures! I never get a good spot and at this time of the day everyone's home
from work or college so the next best spot I find is in the next building's
lot, a good five-minute walk back to my building. Inside I find that Chubby's
taking a shower, so I prepare everything myself, getting the casserole into the
oven by six-fifteen. Cleverly I preheated the casserole in the microwave first
so it was already bubbling slightly before it went in the oven, so it'll be
ready by seven-thirty like I told Chubby. On the balcony I smoke a cigarette,
my fifth one today, and text Robby about the dinner. He texts me right back with,
"Awesome! I love that dinner!" and that makes me smile. Finishing my
smoke, I think about Robby and my twin boyfriend, wondering if I hate this
arrangement or not, and conclude I don't hate it, but I don't particularly like
it either. Then I get to running that fuck Ryan gave me earlier today over in
my mind and concludethat while it's one of the hottest climaxes I've ever had,
I can't figure out why that's so. Maybe it's because Ryan's a pipsqueak and
he's Robby's boyfriend, but why would those two factors make the fuck such a
hot sexual experience for me? Hmmm? I have a different opinion of Ryan now
though; I know that fer sure. Is he hot now? The answer is, 'yep!' It's hard to
sort-out in my head, but there's definitely more to Ryan than meets the eye, I
mean that in a good way; I guess Robby picked-up on that early on. Yeah, except
Ryan doesn't fuck Robby. Still mystified, I try flipping my cigarette butt and
get an awesome fifteen-foot arch on the damn thing, but no one's here to
witness it, which is typical. Still, I think I got the flicking thing down
again. I used to be able to do it, and now it seems I've figured it out again.
If only I can repeat it the next time, when someone's around. Obviously, I'll
act like it's no big deal.

Chubby
comes out to join me on the balcony, he's clean and shiny wearing only jockey
shorts, asking, "Where's your Polo shorts? The tan ones." I ask,
"Why?" and he goes, "Because I want to wear them, ya nut!"
We go inside and I dig them out of a pile of clean clothes as Chubby watches.
Handing them to Chubby, he goes, "Thanks, bro," and then takes my
'House Of Blues' t-shirt too, saying, "This is cool." I shake my head
smiling as Chubby puts on my clothes, muttering, "These fuckin' shorts go
below my knees." Rolling my eyes, I head for the kitchen to make the salad
and my awesome Russian dressing from scratch, then clean off the desk in the
bedroom so me, my twin, and Robby can study here after dinner. Chubby gets the
stuff together that he'll need for his study group, complaining, "Will
this nightmare of final exams week ever end?!" Then he regales me with the
hilarious antics he and Jorge, a bud of Chubby's who's in two of Chubby's
courses, pulled during their last study group. The study group consists of four
'couples' of boyfriends and girlfriends. As I suspected, it was more like a
party than a study group and it'll undoubtedly be the same tonight. I tell
Chubby about me, Robby, and Ryan studying together tonight and he gives me a
look, saying, "I hope you know what you're doing, Dylan." Around
seven o'clock Robby and Ryan show-up all smiles, telling me they're starving
and that it smells yummy in here. Ryan gives me a mysterious look that I think
was meant to be sexy, and it kinda was. I smile back at him and give him a
little hug, then set the table as Robby outlines how he thinks we should go
about studying tonight. We'll tackle the difficult exam first and work at it
until we're sure it's in our heads, then whatever time we have left we'll study
for the elective course, which is basically a walk-over because it's so easy.
Ryan has different exams than we do, so we'll need to switch off each half
hour. It's a stupid way to study because Ryan's wasting his time on Robby's and
my exams, and we're wasting our time on his, but Robby's the boss. The dinner's
a hit again, except Chubby insisted on asking embarrassing questions about how
the threesome that Robby, Ryan and I are in works sexually. Robby plays it
straight saying that it's personal, while Ryan basically keeps his mouth shut
like a good submissive should; me too, although I do laugh at Chubby's
persistence in his questioning. Of course he asks his questions with a smile or
a smirk on his face. He concludes with, "Well, you are a very closed-mouth
bunch, I must say. About this affair, I mean. However, if I catch my homie,
Dylan, with tears in his eyes again somebody's gonna get a knuckle
sandwich." Then he taps Ryan's arm adding, with another smirk, "And
it'll probably be you because you're the only one I might be able to win a
fight with." I do an exaggerated, "Chubbbby!" so he goes,
"I'm just saying...." Everyone helps cleanup with Ryan sneaking in a
few gooses on my ass, and he also leans against me at the sink whenever he gets
the chance to do it without Robby noticing. Interesting!

Our
threesome, Robby and his twin boyfriends, gets settled at the desk with Ryan
sitting on the ottoman from the living room, and Robby and me on desk chairs
from both bedrooms. We tried it with Robby in the middle, but rearranged it to
Ryan in the middle because the ottoman takes-up less room and the other way we
all can't lean on the desktop. Robby is a no-nonsense studier so when I try for
a little humor he gives me a stern look, and says, "Cut the jokes,
Dylan!" It makes my dick move in my pants so I consider joking again, but
think better of it because Robby might decide to study with just Ryan and I
don't want to study alone. We cover a quarter of the material and then Robby
asks me practice test questions and I try coming up with correct answers. Then
I do the same for Robby. He knows all the answers, but I struggle with some so
Robby says, "You take my notes and study them some more in the kitchen,
Dylan, and I'll work with Ryan on his study guide." Ryan rubs my leg as
I'm getting up to do what I'm told, and when I glance at Ryan he gives me
another mysterious look and pats my ass as I go by him. Hmmm? Feeling like an
outcast I pout at the kitchen table going over the notes again, and then figure
I better get serious, so I concentrate for the next twenty minutes until I feel
confident I can answer the questions. Not being sure if I'm supposed to wait
until Robby's done with Ryan's studying, I hesitantly return to the bedroom and
see Robby with his arm around Ryan's skinny shoulders, both boys hunched over
the desk with Ryan reciting material from his study guide out loud. Robby says,
"Good, Ryan, let's see if reading it out loud helps you remember this stuff."
Then he looks up and gives me a killer smile, leaving his arm around Ryan, as
he says, "Have a seat, we're almost done." Ryan glances over at me
with a grin, but doesn't say anything. After Robby's satisfied Ryan's got the
material mastered he asks me more sample test questions and I get them all
correct so Robby says, "Awesome, Dylan! Let's move on to new
material," then to Ryan, "You study in the kitchen now, Ryan. This
way we're using our time more efficiently. I should have figured that out
earlier." So, I wasn't exiled to the kitchen after all. It's just a better
way to study, and I have to agree. It wouldn't work though if Robby didn't
already know ninety percent of the material before we started. In effect, it's
Ryan and me who are studying for finals, Robby's basically helping us twin
boyfriends learn the stuff Robby memorized during the semester, which seems
like a good idea now, but not so much during the semester.

Following
this format we get through fifty percent of the study guide by nine-thirty, and
I feel really prepared and that's a good feeling to have before a final exam; a
feeling I'm not all that familiar with... haha. It's mostly thanks to Robby. I
should have studied with him in high school, or at least done more studying
with him from the start of our freshman year at Merrimack. On the other hand,
Robby's grades are much better than mine, so that's puzzling.After a while Robby declares it's
time for a break so we head for the balcony to smoke a cigarette, but first
Robby's gotta take a leak, so it's just Ryan and me on the balcony. Before I
can light a cigarette, Ryan gets his hand behind my neck pulling my head down,
with me asking, "What?" but he kisses my lips instead of answering,
and then it's one of his special kisses with his tongue in my mouth. Soon a
soft moan slips from my throat. It's his lips, I think, they're awesome, plus
his unusually way of teasing my tongue with his. Those two things are what make
his kisses seem so hot to me. My arm goes around his neck and I really get into
the kiss. Ryan keeps at it until we hear the hinges on the bathroom door squeak
when Robby opens it. We have only the screen closed from the sliding balcony
door so the squeak is apparent. I've got a stiffy in my pants as Robby joins
us, saying, "This study group is rocking, dudes. I feel real good about
it. Both of you are doing great and it's a great review for me, too, from just
asking the questions. By now I feel like I could take Ryan's exam and do good
on that too," and he hugs Ryan around the neck and gives him a kiss on the
lips, probably sharing some of my saliva from Ryan's mouth. I mutter,
"Where's my kiss, Robby?" and with Ryan's saliva on his lips, Robby
kisses me just like he did Ryan and my dick gets granite hard. It's Ryan's
kiss, plus Robby's with Ryan's spit on his lips that get me boned up hard.
Robby feels my boner against his crotch so he slides his wet lips across my
face to my ear and whisper, "I love you, and I love that you sprung a
boner from my kiss,' as he's kissing my ear. My face is flush as I take a deep
breath, my hand in my pocket massaging my boner. Robby laughs, "How come
you didn't spring a boner, Ryan? I can bring one up on Dylan with a kiss."
Which gets me to thinking, 'Yeah, when it's a kiss following your other
boyfriend's unbelievable kiss,' but of course neither Ryan nor I mention the
kiss Ryan gave me. Ryan accepts a cigarette from Robby and I hold out my lit
lighter for him. He cups my hand in both of his, almost like we're holding hands,
as his eyes stare into mine while grinning around the cigarette. Damn! What's
going on? Robby's saying something about how long he thinks we'll need to study
when his cell phone beeps and, looking at it, he says, "It's my
brother," and then answers it. After a minute of talking back and forth,
Robby goes, "No, I'm not giving the phone to Dylan, we're studying for
finals." Dodger's saying something and Robby glances at Ryan saying,
"Yeah, he's here too," then, "Hey, that's none of your business!
I'm going to tell... wait a minute, Dodger," and he says to Ryan and me,
"I better finish this inside. It's rude to talk on a cell phone in a
group." We both shrug, then Robby goes inside to talk. Guess he doesn't
want us to hear him straighten Dodger out about minding his own business where
our threesome love affair is concerned.

Ryan
looks inside and when Robby goes into the kitchen he does the
hand-behind-my-neck thing again and I lean right over for another kiss. I
shouldn't, but this kid is the best kisser I'm ever encountered. Ryan and me
haven't actually spoken a word to each other since dinner, except for study
stuff, and not too much of that. Robby's been the teacher and we've been the
students, so to speak. When I'm just about to cream my pants, Ryan breaks the
kiss and does what Robby does to both Ryan and me, he licks up the front of my
nose with lots of spit on his tongue, and it's so unexpected I inhale some of
his spit and get into a little coughing fit while groping my cock and looking
startled at a grinning Ryan, who pushes his glasses up his little nose with his
middle finger again. Actually, I invented that move... not pushing the glasses
up, the licking up the front of a cute boy's nose. Robby copied it from me and he
does it better than me, somehow. Ryan does it pretty fucking good, too and his
spit is so clean and brand-new smelling it's a big turn-on to me. My coughing
under control, and my fear of creaming in my jeans passing the danger point, I
look at Ryan with a questioning expression on my face. He shrugs, then quietly
says, "Hey, I don't know, Dylan. It's just that I can't get that hot sex
we had after lunch out of my head. I can't stop thinking about you either. Guess
I got the hots for my twin... guess I got the hots for my twin big time!" He
steps up to me and, very seriously, asks, "When can we do it again,
Dylan?" I'm more than a little bit shocked at this development and can't
help thinking back to when I jokingly said to myself, 'Maybe I'll steal Ryan
away from Robby and see what he has to say about that.' I wasn't serious
though, or at least I don't think I was. Gulping, I wipe his spit off my nose
and top lip, then answer his, 'when can be do it again' question with,
"Um, I don't know." Ryan puts his hand on my arm and squeezes,
asking, "You want to, don'cha? Please say you do." I nod my head, but
before I can say anything, Robby slides the screen door open and joins us,
asking, "My twin boyfriends getting along okay? You look awfully
serious." He's smiling, in a good mood, so I say, "We're good, Robby.
Aren't we Ryan?" He says, "I hope so, but maybe we better have a kiss
to prove it." Robby laughs, going, "That's the stuff, Ryan. I know I
can depend on you to reach out. How 'bout you, Dylan?" I frown, muttering,
"Whadddaya mean, I reach out too." Ryan's being an ass now, standing
right in front of me with his lips in an exaggerated kissing position and his
eyes closed. Robby's looking at me with a bemused expression on his face so I
put my hand behind Ryan's head and kiss him for the third time in the last ten
minutes. He opens his mouth a little and we do an uber hot French kiss that
lasts long enough that Robby says, "Jesus, I'm getting a boner just
watching you two!" I break away from the kiss, with Ryan's and my lips
making a wet smacking sound when they part. Both of us wipe our mouths with the
back of our hands, and I mutter, "Damn, Robby, your other boyfriend can
really kiss." He goes, "Tell me about it. He's hot ain't he? I told
ya." Ryan says, "If I'm hot, you two must be on fuckin' fire."
We all do a nervous forced laugh and then relight our cigarettes and finish the
smokes. Done with mine first, I want to show-off my rediscovered flicking
techniques and flick that sucker right off my forehead, and now we all laugh
for real, with me saying, "I did that on purpose, ya know!" Robby
gives me a hug around the neck and we go back inside.

By eleven
o'clock, we've conquered the first course's material and now need to do a
cursory review of the elective course. Ryan only has one exam tomorrow so he
asks, "Can you give me a ride to my dorm, Rob? I'm beat!" Robby goes,
"Dylan, how about if you give Ryan a ride and I'll organize this material
so you and I can knock it off in forty-five minutes or so." Damn! I'm half
afraid to be in the pickup alone with Ryan, and half looking forward to it too.
I go, "If you say so, Robby, I can use a break." Ryan's getting his
stuff together, then Robby gives him a big kiss goodnight, murmuring,
"Love ya, Ryan," and to both of us, "No hanky-panky you two."
I'm watching them 'cause after the goodbye kiss Robby still has his arm around
Ryan's waist, so I'm wondering why. Robby sees me looking at them, and says,
"Give your twin a kiss goodbye too, Dylan. I'd like you guys getting used
to kissing hello and goodbye. We're like a little family where we all love each
other, right?" If he knew what boyfriend number-two is up to, I wonder if
Robby would rethink his insisting that Ryan and I be kissing-friends and fuck
buddies together. I gotta think he would rethink that, but it's too late now. I
stand up and kiss Ryan on the lips, then say, "Wait a second, I'm driving
him home." Robby says, "Well, give him a kiss goodbye then, I didn't
mean now. When you guys say goodbye you give a kiss to each other, that's all.
We want to be a close-knit threesome." Ryan and I nod, mumbling,
"Sure, Rob." Again, I say 'Rob' on purpose, but Robby doesn't even
comment on it now. I'm thinking, 'Damn, could this get any more complicated?'
Still, I definitely want another one of Ryan's fucks, if only to see if I've
over-evaluated how hot the last one was. Maybe it's because it was so
unexpected; unexpected in the sense Ryan totally took charge and dominated my
ass the way he wanted. I though he was a skinny wuss and I turned out to be the
wuss doing everything he said and wanted. Well, not everything, but enough to
know he's in charge. Ryan's got his backpack on and I've got the keys to the
pickup. Robby's kissed his boyfriend goodnight already, so we're ready to
leave. I ask, "Ya want anything while I'm out, Robby?" He says,
"Um, would you pick-up a pint of Haagen-Dazs on your way back? We can
share it while we study." I go, "Cool idea, what flavor?" Robby
says, "If they have that vanilla bean espresso, that'd be great." I'm
like, "You got it, boss. Be back soon," and I follow Ryan's backpack
out the front door. As soon as the front door clicks locked, Ryan's like,
"A quick kiss, that no one can see, Dylan," and the same thing: his
hand behind my head pulling my head down and I don't put up much of a fight
either 'cause Ryan's a killer kisser. Ryan backs me up against the hallway wall
and we're making-out like mad for a few minutes until Ryan, says, "Uh,
wait, I almost shot off in my pants; you're boner-popping hot, Dylan." I'm
breathing hard rubbing my own boner, asking, "What the hell's going on,
Ryan?" He takes a deep breath mumbling, "I don't know, maybe it was
our fuck after lunch. Maybe we hit on something we didn't expect, but I don't
want to mess up my thing with Robby, I'm madly in love with him." I
mutter, "Me too, so we gotta cool it."

We make
it to the pickup without breaking into another wild make-out. The damn pickup
is parked five spots over from the front door. "How's Robby always getting
such good parking spots, Ryan?" He goes, "I don't know," as he swings
his backpack off and stuffs it behind the seat. On our way, Ryan asks, "Ya
ever get fucked in this pickup, Dylan?" I go, "Only about a thousand
times, how 'bout you?" He goes, "Not a thousand times, maybe twenty
though. Does Robby do the upside/down fuck on you?" I go, "Uh huh.
Did you invent that?" He says, "I didn't, Jacob did, but I told Robby
about it and he likes it; I think because it's a very dominant position for
him. I like it 'cause I get to be very submissive. Hey, you were damn
submissive to me during our after-lunch sex and I got off on that, too. Never
thought I would because I never got the chance to be a dominant 'top' before.
Yeah, never got a chance to try it before you, I guess that's why I was
surprised that I like being dominant... with you especially. I love it now, and
you did too." And he sounds a little authoritative when he said that, the
little hot shit. I say, "I've topped a number of times and that's simply a
dominant position by its very nature, but I do get better orgasms being
submissive. This is the most dominant Robby's ever been with me, by the way.
Have you been coaching him with ideas from Jacob and that other kid who was
fucking you?" He goes, "Yeah, Robby asked for suggestions. I think he
primarily wants to impress you since you wanted him to be more dominant in sex.
At least that's what he told me. Is it true?" I go, "Sorta, but Robby
told me he doesn't discuss personal stuff about me with you." Ryan shrugs,
"He doesn't really, that's about all he's ever said. Hey, ain't it funny
we didn't want to meet for that first lunch, and now it's turned out great.
Don't ya think?" I go, "Yeah, uh huh, but it's so strange too. Being
your twin boyfriend, I mean." He goes, "We're going to be more than
that, I can just feel it. You and me make a helluva combo for sex, and I can
take us higher doing things to you that Jacob did to me. I know how hot he made
me feel and I want to do the same for you because I really like you a lot. Are
you up for that, Dylan?" Balls! I find I am 'cause I need to adjust my
junk, muttering, "Um, we'll see." At the curb outside his dorm, Ryan
hesitates, then asks, "If I pull my cock out will you suck me off? It
won't take much to get me spunking in your mouth. I get the impression you'd
like that." And I want to do that too, but I manage to say, "Get
serious!" And he goes, "Pleeeze, Dylan." My will power isn't too
great, but it'll do this time because I'm not sucking him off outside his
fuckin' dorm. I go, "I already sucked your cock this afternoon, Ryan."
He goes, "Not to climax. That's what I mean, suck me off to climax. I'll
cum big time in your mouth for you and you can swallow every drop." Like
that's a thrill for me. Well, I do love sucking cute boys' dicks and Ryan's got
a good one, but I say, "Another time, I promise. Okay, twin
boyfriend?" He says confidently, "I could talk you into it, you
know." I have to laugh, saying, "You probably could, but please
don't." He goes, "Just so ya know I could. We're gonna do another
kiss though," and to get him out of the pickup I lean over and he lays
another sexually arousing kiss on me as he rubs my cock. I start rubbing his
and it's so hot and sexy I get dizzy as precum drools from my boner. Gulping, I
manage to break away, muttering, "God, you're sexy," and he goes,
"It's you who's sexy, and you know it too. This is so awesome, Dylan. We
better not tell Robby though." I go, "Don't worry about that,"
and Ryan says, "We're going to have great sex together, Dylan, you'll see.
We're really good for each other although it's different with Robby and me,
'cause we're in love. But I'm thinking, after the way you responded to me this
afternoon, you're gonna really love what I've got in store for you, but you
need to increase your submissiveness to me. I'll show you how, don't worry. Oh,
I'm so excited! You're really special, just like Robby said. You're gonna be
acting with me like I am with Robby. Ain't ya?" I'm almost hypnotized by
his audacity, and only mumble, "Uh huh, see ya later, Ryan." He grins
and says, "I can't wait to do you again. Each time I fuck you I'll add a
surprise and you've got some unimaginable climaxes ahead of you. I really,
really want to make you as happy as I am when we do it. This is great! Now kiss
me goodbye like you were told to do." Stupidly I lean over and kiss his
lips, muttering, "Goodbye, Ryan." He goes, "Bye." I watch
him going inside wondering, what the fuck is going on here?

I get the
ice cream and Robby and I eat it from the carton as we study for the elective
course's final exam. It's hard to keep my mind on it because of my recent
strange encounters with Ryan. I want to mention it to Robby, but can't see that
working out well for any of us and it might hurt Robby the most. This will be a
real test of will power for me. Finally done studying, we get undressed and do
our bathroom stuff together. In bed Robby wraps me in his arms and we do a
lover's make-out that's so sweet and wonderful I forget all about my crazy
infatuation with Ryan. Robby has my face covered with his spit until all I can
smell is him. When he's satisfied my face is sufficiently saturated with his
saliva, he mutters, "Suck my cock for a bit now, Dylan, suck it good to
show me you love me," and under the covers I go, the smell of Robby's hot
body under the covers is intense and I grope my hardening dick. I suck his cock
until I taste precum with Robby rubbing my body the whole time, the palms of
his hands pressing against my skin and rubbing my scalp and caressing my face.
Then he lifts under my chin indicating for me to come out from under the
sheets. Robby wants to fuck me now. I'm very hot and turned-on when he presses
the head of his cock against my asshole, spreading the lips of my anus,
stretching them until the wet head of his hard boner pushes past them and we both
make, "Mmmmmm,' sounds, me with my lips tight together. I haven't had
enough sex with Robby lately and I'm concentrating on being together with him
now, savoring every second of our love-making. Robby thrusts his hips forward
driving his boner further inside me and then slowly forcing it all the way in
as he grips me around the belly and squishes my buttocks against his groin to
get his cock a tiny bit further up my ass. We're on our sides, laying in bed
and I moan with pleasure as Robby kisses the side of my face some more, and
murmurs, "I love you more every day, Dylan. You're my true love now and
forever. Promise me you'll never love another like you love me." I groan
with sexual pleasure. The feel of his body against mine, his legs over my legs,
the side of his face on mine, and his arms around me with his boner up my ass.
Robby's boyish voice and his unbelievable natural scent has always been an
aphrodisiac to me. Surely no one else perceives it the way I do or everyone
would be all over this uniquely gorgeous boy. I moan out, "I'll never love
another the way I love you, Robby, that would be impossible." He withdraws
his boner and then drives it back up my ass, then does it two more times,
making me bite my lips to keep my moans of pleasure under control. More licks
and kisses from Robby, the side of my face slick with his spit. He murmurs,
"You smell and taste like the most erotic boy on earth, no one can compare
to you, Dylan. You're my jackpot in life, my gift from Eros, the Greek God of
love." That's so sweet, but where'd he come up with that? Again a long
kiss on the side of my face and I twist my head around so he can kiss one side
of my lips, and then Robby begins fucking me steadily. The familiar sensations
in my rectum never gets old and because it's Robby's stubby, fat, hard cock
doing the fucking, with his sexy odor filling my head, I'm in a world of erotic
pleasure and each drive of his cock up my ass has me grunting with the insane
pleasure that only your lover can provide for you. There isn't anything like
lover's sex, nothing else compares. I'm soon matching his thrusts with backward
humps of my own, and the sound of skin slapping against skin, muffled by the
covers over us, become hypnotic and wonderful to hear. My cock is a steel shaft
vibrating and pulsing with amazing sensations; my rectum and prostate are
living pleasure zones and my shoulders shudder. I feel so alive and vibrant my
skin tinkles and each hair follicle on my body is sizzling. Robby's going,
"Unh!" with every drive of his cock inside me as my cock steadily
drips precum and my balls tighten into heavy hard nuggets full of sperm. Soon
they begin making their way up inside me on their way to explode, sending
creamy teen cum containing millions of living things up the shaft of my boner
to fly onto the sheets, sending me into a few moments of miraculously intense
pleasure that can't even be measured it's so enormous. Robby groans, grunts,
and then clutches my body desperately as he goes, "Aghhhhh, um,
oooh," driving his cock into me hard and holding it there as he empties
his balls of sperm, and as the first sharp stream of hot cum plows against my
bowels I whimper, then squeal as cum flies from my cock and my whole body
shakes inside. Robby grasps me as he slams his cock in me again with the same
desperate hug and pours more spunk up my ass. I gasp and shoot off again and
then grab my cock in my fist and stroke it, forcing up more drooling gobs of
sticky slippery cum in the process. It's very much like the slippery, warm cum
in my ass from Robby's orgasm as we gasp for air and both shimmy and shake with
the aftershock sensations of our enormous climaxes. Robby's heart pounds
rapidly against my back as he nestles his face at the space between my chin and
shoulder, still shaking. Deep breathing, our heart beats slowly return to
normal and then it's that sinking feeling, knowing it's over already.

Calm now,
his cock still inside me, Robby murmurs, "That was extraordinarily
awesome, Dylan... there's nobody that can bring on climaxes like I just had but
you. That's just one of a million reasons I love you like life itself." I
take another deep breath, then quietly say, "Go on, talk some more, Robby,
I like hearing your boyish voice." He says, "Yeah, and I can sing
too, but for now how 'bout you suck my dick instead," as he pulls it out
of me and I bite my lip again to stifle a moan. I'm totally opened-up back
there and Robby's cum is drooling out of me as I go under the covers again and
suck his hard cock until its clean as new. Then I lick his thighs and wet down
his pubic hair and lick under his balls as he squirms and rubs my head. Robby
lifts his knees up forming a pup tent for me under the covers and I lick and
suck under his scrotum and down his ass crack to suck on the lips of his anus
with Robby's cock getting harder as it rests on the side of my face. I suck on
his anus until I hear him moan with pleasure then get my tongue inside his
asshole feeling extremely submissive and I try getting my entire tongue in his
hole and get most of it either inside or pressed against it, feeling the lips
of his ass quiver as they suck back at my tongue. Robby's grunting now and
using both hands to pull up on my head so I reluctantly pull my tongue out of
his asshole, the lips of his anus sucking at my tongue. Coming out from under
the covers I grin, with some cum and ass matter on my lips, asking, "How's
that, Robby?" He says, "Let me suck your lips clean and then I'll
fuck you some more." We do another long lover's kiss and my heart is so full of
love for him I can't think of anything but Robby. Done our kissing, I lay on my
stomach anxious to feel his cock up my ass again. It slides in easily as Robby
lies on my back and fucks me by just moving his hips, up and down, up and down.
It feels so good we do it for almost ten minutes and then he slides his cock
out and lies next to me. We hug tightly and Robby tells me more about his love
for me and I'm floating on a cloud of love. He murmurs softly. "You're the
boy of my dreams, Dylan, and I'll never forget the first time I saw you in high
school. We went to different middle schools, but no boy there matched my dream
of the perfect boyfriend, and then in my freshman year of high school I saw you
and you fit my dream perfectly; almost too perfect for me to believe and I
almost creamed in my jeans that first time I laid eyes on you. My heart
fluttered and my dick got hard and I knew I had to have you. I stalked you for
three years, too shy to approach you. You were so gorgeous and so cute at the
same time, and you even had the same color hair as me which I thought was so
unique and so awesome I just couldn't believe it. I took it as a sign that we
were meant for each other. You were always with Chubby then, so I fantasized
you were boyfriends and I jerked off thinking of Chubby fucking you and soon I
fantasized that it was me who was fucking you. Then near the end of junior year
a miracle happened, you approached me asking if I'd write for the school paper.
I didn't think you could be any better than my fantasy of you, but you were and
are and I love you more than I have the ability to articulate. Please don't say
anything, Dylan, I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and my confessions
of love for you in my mind. I love you, Dylan, with an intensity that defies
common sense, but I do so just the same." He kisses me, and mumbles,
"Thank you for making my desperate dream come true. Good night now and
remember your promise to always love me." I mutter, "Good night,
Robby, and thank you for telling me that. My promise is true." And we go
to sleep with a wonderful feeling in my heart; nothing else enters my mind at
the moment, just Robby's love for me.

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