Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2013 14:45:53 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR Chapter 58 by Donny Mumford

			   DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

				Chapter 58

			     By Donny Mumford


We fell asleep after the dildo fuck, me naked and Willie fully clothed. My
cock and scrotum rings are tight around the base of my cock and at the top
of my scrotum, and my hands are tethered together behind me in some kind of
cuff that Willie buckled so I can't get out of it. I wake up with no idea
what time it is, and with Willie still sleeping beside me. My cock is hard
and the cock ring is digging into the flesh increasing the sensations of
having a boner, which is always nice to wake up to. Boners are one of my
favorite things and I'd be stroking mine if my hands were free. My ass
still feels wide open so maybe I haven't been sleeping long. I scrunch down
a little on the mattress to look at Willie's watch on his wrist and
discover it's one minute past midnight. Jeez, it's been almost three hours
since Willie pulled the fat, eight-inch dildo from my ass. Oh yeah, then he
fucked me too and my ass still hasn't closed completely. My hands tied
behind my back and the cock and scrotum rings go a long way towards
maintaining my current submissive frame of mind, which is why I hesitate
waking Willie. Submissive boys don't wake their dominant man unless they're
looking for another spanking, which I'm not in the mood for at this
particular time. Looking at Willie now, he appears so youthful and innocent
in his sleep, and he is youthful although not really all that
innocent. Willie's the most unique boy I know, which is partially why I'm
attracted to him, and maybe it's also why I can't love him. He's too
unique. Also I'm feeling a strong urge to see Robby, and maybe Ryan too. I
wonder if I should mention the dildo idea to little Ryan. I can just see
him nodding his head real fast agreeing to fuck me with a dildo, then
pushing his little round eyeglasses up his cute nose. Damn, Ryan's dominant
sex is pretty special, too. I find that surprising and maybe that's because
he's so little, maybe that's why his dominant sex seems so hot to me. He
said he used to get real submissive with BDSM boys in the past because they
were really dominant types, older, and much bigger than him. He's convinced
the dominant boys' size and age added to his submissiveness, but I think
him being smaller adds to my submissiveness to him when he's showing his
hidden dominant side. You know, a little runt like him bossing me
around. Damn, we gotta do that again real soon. He's got an oversized cock
considering his body type too, it's almost as big as Willie's. Ryan gives
me a damn good fuck. My cocks getting harder just thinking about
him. Weird!

I take a chance and quietly say, "Willie, Willie wake up," then a little
louder, "Willie, undo my wrists, I need to pee." His eyes open and he
smiles at me, so probably no spanking this time, then he mutters, "Hi,
beautiful." He's always giving me compliments. I ask, "Will you undo my
hands so I can pee?" He asks, in a stern manner, "Is Dylan still Willie's
good boy?" and him saying it in that forceful way sends me further into
submissiveness. I nod my head real fast like Ryan does, saying, "Yeah,
Willie, I'm still your good boy." He leans over and kisses me, then
whispers in my ear, "Willie's good boy needs to have his wrists bound so I
can fuck him like that. It's a fantasy I've had for years. Well, in my
submissive days I fantasized Larry fucking me with my hands tied behind my
back. So I've actually had a form of this fantasy even before you and me
met. So, you'll let Willie fulfill his fantasy, won't you?" He said it in
the form of a whispery question, but it sounded more like an order. I don't
really have much choice anyway being that I'm naked with my hands secured
behind me and can't very well go anywhere, so I say, "Sure I will,
Willie. But I still need to pee." He goes, "Remember Key West when I held
your dick so you could pee?" In a bit of a trance from the unbelievably
high level of his audacity, I go, "Uh huh," and he grins, saying, "That's
what we'll do now too, just like in Key West. Come on in the bathroom."
It's surprisingly awkward getting out of bed with my arms tied behind my
back, but I manage and follow Willie into the bathroom. He stands behind me
and takes my dick in his fingers to direct my hard cock down at the toilet
bowl, and I pee. It feels cool peeing with a boner, but my boner softens
some in the process. Then I stupidly watch Willie take a piss, although his
dick is soft. As he's pissing, he asks, "How do you like the feel of your
cock ring?" In a trance I go, "It's nice," and Willie goes, "Good. I'll
leave it on until tomorrow. I like seeing you with that thing on. It gives
me a special dominant feeling and I know it feels good wearing a cock ring
because I've had one myself. You know, when Devon made me wear it for
hours. He spanked me three times with a cock ring around my dick and I
never lost my boner, and that's even though he spanks harder than I do. I
liked getting spanked again because that submissive feeling is so calming,
but I don't like spanking you. Oh sure, I fulfill my dominant
responsibilities, but I don't particularly like it." Done his piss, he
says, "Down on your knees and suck your man's cock, boy." Damn! That got my
balls buzzing again 'cause he said it so authoritatively. I get on my knees
and Willie rubs the head of his cock around my face with the last drip of
pee smearing under my nose, then he orders, "Open," and I open my mouth
wide and get my tongue out as far as I can so he can slide his cock in my
mouth on my tongue. Damn it's a long cock, but I start with the head only,
sucking and licking it while thinking about how much I like sucking a cute
boy's dick. When it gets hard Willie slides it down my throat and I gag a
little, then feel it fill my throat tightly. He cups behind my head and
pulls my face against his pubes and I work my throat muscles on his
boner. When I struggle against his hand he lets my head move back and his
boner slides out of my throat. I take a deep inhale, smelling Willie's body
scent, which I really like, then his boner goes in my throat again as he
lets out a long sigh, "Aaaaaaaaahhhh...." My eyes go to the top of their
sockets looking at Willie bending his head back and moaning again,
"Ooooooohh yeaaaaah." His boner comes up again as I gasp for air and Willie
says, "Get on the bed!" I get right to my feet and do what I'm told.

He goes, "Good boy! On your belly so Willie can fuck you fast and hard." I
lay on my stomach anxious to feel his cock up my ass. My cock inside the
cock ring is hard again, squished under me, flat against my belly feeling
good. Willie gets on the bed with a knee on either side of me and pushes
his saliva coated cock head against my anus, and then spreads the lips
pushing it inside me and while it's not nearly as thick as the dildo, it
feels wonderful in my ass just the same. A real cock, attached to a cute
boy, is better than any dildo, that's my conclusion... one I've reached
with only the one dildo experience. It's what I thought was the case even
after that bizarre orgasm I had with the dildo. That orgasm was more like
peeing cum than climaxing. Willie pushes his boner in all the way and then
lays on my back with my arms pinned under him. He says in my ear, "How's
Willie's cock feel filling your pussy, baby?" I grunt, "It feels awesome,
Willie," and he chuckles saying, "It slid in easy after that big dildo
opened your pussy up. It still hasn't closed all the way. We're gonna do
that a lot; the dildo fuck followed by my cock, then wait a few hours and
I'll fuck you again without the dildo. How's that?" I'm in an agreeable
mood due to my submissive nature at the moment, so I'd probably agree to
almost anything he says. I go, "That'll be great, Willie, but I like you
fucking me even more than the dildo, and that's true even though you can't
twist your cock like you twist the dildo." He chuckles, then says, "I know
you like Willie fucking you, baby, and we're going to be doing it a lot
this summer. Next time I want to get my cock in your ass next to the dildo
too. You had your climax earlier then expected so I didn't get a chance
tonight. Actually, this summer I'm going to fuck you into being my
submissive boy every time we're together, and eventually you'll be all
mine, won't ya?" I go, "Maybe Willie, we'll see," but even as I say that I
know I'll never be Willie's boy because I want to be Ryan's... I mean
Robby's. That was a dumb mistake mixing up their names.

Willie says, "Laying on your body feels good except your hands are digging
into my stomach." So he lifts up and starts fucking me and I'm soon gasping
from the great feeling in my ass and cock. Willie's driving his eight-inch
boner in my pussy without letting up and he's soon grunting from the effort
,and moaning with pleasure between his grunts. His crotch slams into my
buttocks with each drive in my ass and the bed is bouncing and the springs
make constant squeaking noises accompanying Willie's and my moans of
pleasure. I love getting fucked and being tied up adds a lot to my
submissive mood, which increases my sexual pleasure. I feel the need to cum
quickly, but the cock ring prevents any early ejaculation from this
boy. Damn! It feels good and I begin writhing on the bed moaning and moving
my face back and forth on the sheet spreading my own saliva around my
face. Willie fucks me hot and heavy and the sensations in my ass are
fantastic. We're both making a lot of goofy sounds, reveling in our sex,
and then Willie gasps and lets out a yelp as I feel his cum spatter inside
my ass and I want to cum so badly, but can't. Not until Willie continues
fucking me after his climax. He's sliding his hard cock in and out of my
ass in his own creamy cum and finally I shudder my whole body and almost
knock Willie off me as I'm humping my hips off the mattress shooting tight
spirals of cum that manage to squeeze past both my cock and scrotum rings
giving me continuous orgasm sensations for much longer than normal. I
struggle to free my hands so I can stroke my cock, but can't so I'm moving
back and forth on the sheet massaging my boner under me while Willie is
laughing, then saying, "Whoa, a bucking bronco, hahaha." Eventually calming
down, I realize I'm cummy and sweaty. Willie fucks me a little longer, then
pulls his softening boner out and gives my ass three hard, loud smacks,
which I do a quiet "Ow' to, but not so Willie can hear me. "Come on, baby,
your man is gonna bathe you now." I lay here a second and Willie smacks my
ass again, saying, "Now, Dylan," and I slide off the bed to avoid another
ass smack. Walking to the bathroom, I try massaging my smacked ass only to
get another smack, "No rubbing your spanking away, boy!" Willie's calling
me his 'boy' and referring to himself as 'my man' more then ever, so maybe
he's trying to instill that idea in my head. It just might be working,
too. Then I wonder what happened to the non-submissive me, the one in the
club earlier tonight.

Standing in the shower getting wet, I wait for Willie to get undressed,
then he joins me and shampoos my very short hair making me think of the
latest haircut Willie got for me, which seems like a long time ago because
Willie packs a lot into our dates. After the shampoo rinses out of my hair
Willie washes my body and then uses the handheld shower head to rinse me
off. He says, "On your knees and see if you can suck another boner on me."
I get down and suck his cock as the water cascades down on me. It takes
awhile but I get a half-decent boner on him and he says, "This'll
work. Stand up so I can fuck you again." His cocks slides in easily as my
ass hasn't closed from the last fuck, and Willie fucks me for another ten
minutes raising a nice boner on me, but neither of us reaches orgasm. Felt
damn good though and when he pulls his cock out I have the urge to ask him
to fuck me longer, but manage to suppress it. It's like Willie's fucking me
into a state where I need it again, like he did in Key West. I stay in the
shower while Willie washes himself and then we get out and Willie dries
me. While he's doing that I wonder why I'm not nagging him to unbuckle my
cuff and free my hands. Guess he has me in a very submissive mood and it
started with that dildo fuck. That was something when I think back on it,
actually it makes me shudder just thinking of it. Willie asks, "Are you
experiencing that little boy thing again, baby?" And I realize I am, but it
snuck up on me which is probably why I'm going along with the cock ring and
handcuffed hands. My man knows what's best for me. I say, "Yes, Willie, I
am," and he says, "Relaxing feeling isn't it?" I go, "Uh huh," and he
smacks my ass, "You're good to go, boy. Get in bed, we need some sleep." I
scamper into the bedroom to avoid another smack on my ass and wiggle under
the covers. Willie finishes drying himself and gets under the cover, then
wraps me in his arms. A few kisses and then he sucks on the hickey he gave
me earlier, he sucks it until I'm about to scream, but finally he mutters,
"That's a beauty." A goodnight kiss follows and then, "Goodnight, Dylan. I
turned this date around, didn't I, baby?" I mumble, "You sure did, Willie,"
and I fall asleep with my hands tied behind me and my cock ring tight
around my cock. My balls never stop vibrating inside that scrotum ring.

Next thing I know the sunlight is in my eyes and I'm in bed alone. I roll
over with yet another boner and hear the toilet flush. I try to move my
arms, then remember I'm handcuffed. I'm not feeling like a little boy this
morning. Instead I remember my final exam this afternoon and I realize I
haven't studied much for it. The exam isn't until one o'clock, but I'm
going to tell Willie it's at eleven so I can study for an hour and a
half. Willie comes out of the bathroom as I ask, "Can you unbuckle my cuff,
Willie?" He smiles saying, "I like you this way, Dylan. It's like you're my
prisoner. No, it's more like I own you and I'd love to own you as just mine
all the time, twenty-four/seven. I wish you and me were together every
minute of every day and you were always so submissive to me that you stayed
in your little boy frame of mind." He sits on the side of the bed and rubs
my head, then caresses my cheek leaving the palm of his hand there, and
says, "You're the cutest boy I've ever seen; you're beautiful, like I'm
always telling you, and I love you. I'm going to make you mine; I'm
convinced of that. I'll treat you like a prince, but I'll be your
king. We'll travel the world and I'll fuck you in every country except
China 'cause they're scary there." I'm wondering if he's finally lost his
mind although the thought of being treated like a prince traveling the
world has a certain allure to it, but I'd rather do it with Robby... or
Chubby, fer sure. I'd like to be fucked in every country there is, except
China. Maybe not Iran either. I say, "Willie, I have a final exam at eleven
o'clock so I gotta get going. When's our next date?" He cups my chin and
leans over to kiss me, then says, "Come on in the bathroom and I'll brush
your teeth for you 'cause you've got morning breath." He says that without
a doubt in his head that I'll do it, and he's right. Willie can be like
hypnotic to me. I guess I admire his confidence and his audacity, things
I'll never have to the degree he has... not even close. I slide off the bed
and he gets his arm around my neck and hugs me, then kisses me with a lot
of tongue, so I guess my morning breath isn't all that bad. As he kisses me
he strokes my cock until it's hard in my cock ring and my balls come to
life after a night of vibrating while sleeping. At the end of a two-minute
make out that leaves me gasping for breath, he says, "I'm going to brush my
boyfriend's teeth for him and then I'm going to fuck him hard so he won't
forget me. Oh, and our next date will be Saturday night. I'll pick you up
at five-thirty because I've got primo seats for the Red Sox game." He's got
me back in a trance-like condition and the dog collar thing enters my mind
again. I guess we'll need to stay at hotels around the world that allow
pets in the rooms.

He's ignored my request to free my hands so they're still bound behind me
and I'm still naked, but Willie is too. He brushes my teeth with the
toothbrush he bought for me; it's a Braun toothbrush that runs on
batteries. I keep my mouth open and he brushes my teeth better than I ever
do. Then he holds a cup to my mouth and I take some water as Willie says,
"Gargle good for your man." Then mouth wash and I'm falling into a deep,
submissive mood and it feels so good, it's like everything is being taken
care of and it's dreamy and wonderful; not a care in the world. My last
final exam is now merely a distant concern, nothing to worry about. Willie
massages the back of my neck as he does the brushing and what comes after,
the rinsing and mouth wash, while saying, "That's Willie's good boy," as if
I'm doing something special. Then he wets one of the washcloths he bought
at Kohl's yesterday and washes my face, "Willie takes care of his good
boy," and by the time he's finished washing me and drying my face, I'm a
ten year old boy leaning into my nice daddy. Willie kisses me again, then
takes hold of my cock and leads me to the bed were I get on my stomach
again. He fucks me so hard I'm squealing with pleasure, and finally cum
under my stomach and lay in it as Willie's filling me up with his creamy
spunk again. I'm limp and wanting more, so I meekly ask him for it and
Willie fucks me again and I want to stay here in this dumpy room and be
taken care of and fucked by Willie until next year some time. We'll eat at
Burton's every night then come back to the room and Willie will tie my
hands behind me and fuck me three or four times a day and maybe more than
that. My body's shuddering with thrilling chills running all around me as I
lay in my spunk while Willie plows my pussy again and it's so good I'm
whimpering in pleasure. When he's had enough he spanks my ass, as he's
saying, "Remember Dylan, no one can give you sexual pleasure like me." My
ass is red and stinging as he unbuckles my hand cuff, adding, "Now I need
to get you to your final exam. We have plenty of time, but maybe you need
to study a little first, I always do, so I'll get you to your apartment by
ten. How's that, baby?" I get off the bed, but Willie's tells me, "Sit on
the edge of the bed, honey, and I'll take my boy's cock and scrotum rings
off. Ya don't want to have a boner distracting you during the exam, hee
hee, although there are worse things." I'm in a total fog because he's
fucked me and dominated me so totally I can't think straight. Through the
fog in my head I still know unequivocally that I can never love Willie and
that's a strange and confusing thought because he thinks he loves me so
much. I'll never be able to return his love and someday, maybe as early as
the end of the summer, that realization will occur to him or maybe I'll
need to tell him and it will hurt him and that's what makes me sad. Then I
think of another boy who thinks he loves me, a boy completely opposite to
Willie; I could love him except I love Robby. I'm referring to Connor, of
course, and I do love him, but not with a lover's love. I wonder how many
other boys have the problem I have of a number of boys who love me and I
also wonder why they love me. Is it because I'm loose with sex? I don't
think that's all there could be to it though, so what is it?

Willie asks, "Why so quiet, Dylan?" and it's like a wake up call. I shake
my head and then shake it again, saying, "I was in one of those trances you
can put me in, Willie. It's nice, but kinda scary too. How do you do that?"
He goes, "Ya got me, Dylan... I don't do it on purpose. Maybe because you
feel how much I love you and that gets you so happy you get in a trance
hoping I never stop loving you." I go, "No, that's not it." Then I feel my
stinging ass, and ask, "How come you spanked my ass? I didn't do anything
wrong!" He chuckles and explains, "Yeah, you didn't, but that spanking is
for the wrong things you're going to do with other boys that makes Willie
jealous. That's what that last spanking was for, and you'll remember your
man from your stinging ass and sore pussy." I give him a funny look, then
say, "You know my boyfriend is Robby, so of course we're going to do what
you consider a bad thing." He goes, "He's just one of your boyfriends, I'm
the other one. Let me get the cock rings off you." And with my dick still a
little stiff, because of the ring, it doesn't come off as easily as it went
on, but he gets it off and I stroke myself, feeling free. Willie says, "We
better hurry, I don't want to screw up your last final." Willie can be very
considerate at times like this, then other times, not so much. I have
feelings for him because we have a real history together. Actually, I hope
I always know him, just not the way he wants. I stand up and put my arms
around his neck to kiss him, and then he goes, "You loving me yet, baby?" I
mutter, "Not yet," and he says, "You did once and you will again," and I
say, "I don't know about that, Willie. I mean I'll love you as a friend and
fuck buddy, but a lover's love isn't probably in the cards." He laughs and
says, "Jesus, thanks for letting me down with a sledge hammer, but I think
I'll change your mind with time. Time is a great equalizer." I go, "I'm not
sure what that means," and he says, "You'll see. Let's get dressed and
vacate this dump. How's your back? That fucking mattress is horrible and it
gave me a backache." I kiss him again because he's being regular now and
I'm happy to be feeling more myself again too. As we're getting dressed, he
asks, "You up for that Red Sox game?" I say, "Yes, but only because you got
front row box seats. The Red Sox are sucking so far this year and Jacoby's
and Crawford's are both on the disabled list and...." He mumbles, "Yeah,
yeah, I feel the same way, but they got too much talent not to bounce back
and it's early in the season." We talk about regular stuff like sports as
we dress and by the time we load our satchels in Willie's hot car I have a
hard time believing the way things went the last twenty-four hours, and
especially the trances I was in for a lot of it. I'm very sexually
satisfied for the moment and must admit Willie's a good lover; hard, but
good. I feel good except my ass still stings from Willie's spankings, and
as Willie drives too fast down route 114, I feel like I've indeed been on
the thrill ride that I think Willie is. He never disappoints on that
score. Still, it's only small amounts of a thrill ride for this boy from
now on. Willie's got too much of something and it all has to do with sex,
not love; not for me anyway.

He drops me off at the apartment giving me a long wet kiss and professing
his love for me. I was pretty honest with him at the motor inn so I don't
feel like I need to go over that again. Instead I say, "Thank you,
Willie. You're very sweet and I had a good time although I could have done
without the Fantasy Film experience, and so many spankings." He says, "That
Fantasy Films thing was bad, but you took care of that drunk Mac pretty
effectively. Shit, I can still see that fat fuck dumped on the floor when
you turned over his wheelchair. It took me by surprise." I go, "He deserved
it with the taser he threatened us with." We kiss again as a couple of my
fellow apartment dwellers gawk at us, but I don't know them so fuck 'em. I
get out of the Porsche with my artificial leather satchel and the new
clothes Willie bought me and wave goodbye to him as he roars out of the
parking lot. He drives too fast. Willie met me at Fuddruckers less than
twenty-four hours ago, but it seems like three or four days to me now. I
noticed when we were driving over here that my ass is sore, and I mean my
smacked ass and my rectum. Willie packs a lot of spanking and fucking into
a short period of time, but I think it's that huge dildo that's to blame
for most of the soreness inside me. I had the strangest orgasms with the
cock and scrotum rings on too. Expect the unexpected with Willie. Damn, I
think there's a rash starting on my buttocks too; it's from the wet cum in
my panties for almost the entire date. I find myself walking a bit oddly
now. I forgot about the hickey Willie gave me and then sucked on
periodically keeping it shiny and red and sore as hell. And, I forgot to
text Robby about when to expect me, which I do now in the parking lot, then
light a cigarette nervously because I'm probably gonna get my ass smacked
by him for the hickey and my ass is already sore. I deserve it though, I
let myself go again like I did in Key West and looking back on it I feel
stupid and embarrassed at the way I acted. Can't even blame Willie because
I give all the wrong signals to him. Maybe it's him that's causing me to
give those wrong signals though. Hmmm? Maybe he's a bad influence on me.

I check my cell phone, but there's on return text from Robby so I smoke a
cigarette in the parking lot leaning up against the front railing. The last
thing I want to do is to walk in on Robby fucking my twin, so I'm going to
wait out here until I learn what's up with Rob, I mean Robby. Jeez, Ryan's
got me calling Robby Rob. Finished with my cigarette I walk around the
parking lot looking for the pickup. It's not in Robby's premium spots where
he normally parks, but he could have been forced to park in the next lot
over, like I usually need to do. Wish I had my study guide with me so I
could be studying instead of wasting time. Sitting on the steps I rub my
hair and, yeah, this haircut is even too short for me so it's gonna raise
some eyebrows with the moms and my homies. Willie really can fuck me up in
a short period of time when he puts his mind to it. Hmmm, how submissive do
I feel right now? It's hard to gauge when I'm by myself, I'll know better
when I see my twin and Robby. Guess I'm in a down mood after all the highs
from the sex Willie laid on my pussy. I feel funny, like I'm unsure of
myself so there is some left over submissiveness, but not the good
kind. It's kind of like a hangover, actually. Looking at my hands I see
they're a little shaky and I definitely feel nervous; a guilty conscience I
suppose. Yeah, but Robby and Ryan have been doing it too so why do I have a
guilty conscience? Probably because I stupidly overdid it
again. Jesus. How'd I let Willie keep my hands cuffed behind me for twelve
hours? And the cock ring thingie too? How does he do it? Oh, and to add to
my problems, I agreed to another date with him this Saturday. Okay, I'm
fucked; that's all there is to it. I get up and walk around the parking lot
some more and my ass is definitely chapped, it's mostly in my ass crack I
think. I've still got the same damp girlie panties on, too! Could I be more
of a fuck off?! Then a text: 'Dylan, good! You're back at a reasonable
time. I'll meet you in twenty minutes. Driving your twin to his final and
them I'll be right home. Love, Robby.' Well okay! They're not in the
apartment so I can get cleaned-up before he gets here, but why's he driving
Ryan when Ryan's got his own car?

Running up the steps and then into the apartment, there's Chubby studying
at the desk in his room. "Dylan! Where ya been? Did you and Robby rent a
motel room or something?" Well, that tells me Robby spent the night with
Ryan, which lessens my guilty conscience somewhat. I say, "Hi, Chubby! See
my new haircut?" He goes, "Jesus! That's a beauty alright. Guess you had to
get it cut like that to cover-up that kid's fucked-up attempt at cutting
your hair." I mutter, "Yeah, but he's okay. It was his first time cutting
hair. What ya been up to?" He goes, "Another stupid study group last night,
the last one of freshman year I'm happy to report. We messed around mostly
so I'm reviewing for the exam now." I go, "That's my plan too. See ya
later, bro," and I go in my bedroom and strip naked, hiding the damp
panties. That baby has been stretched out of shape by my boners prior to
the dildo play and are destined for the trash bin as soon as I can sneak
them in, camouflaged with other trash. I wash my buttocks with a washcloth
and look at them by backing up to the mirror and turning my head to see
behind me. They're dark pink and the rash is just in my ass crack, like I
thought. Putting vaseline in my crack helps a lot, but my ass has obviously
been smacked hard and often so if Robby sees it he'll definitely know;
maybe he'll take pity on me. There's no way for him to know how sore I am
inside unless I give it away by wincing when he fucks me, so I need to be
conscious of not doing that. Putting on dry clean jockey shorts helps
matters and then I get a wide Band-Aid and cover my hickey, which is
ridiculously red, shiny, big, and sore. Willie's right about one thing, I
can't help but think of him, ya know, considering the condition he's put me
in. I dress in sweatpants and T-shirt and sit at the desk to study, but
find I'm going over last night in my mind instead. Did I enjoy it? Maybe,
but I'm not enjoying it now so maybe Willie's outsmarted himself. Yeah, I'm
thinking about him, but not particularly in a good way at the moment. The
question is, will that change in the next few days? We'll see, but for now
I force myself to concentrate. What I think of instead though is how odd it
is that Willie didn't take us to breakfast and how odd it is he got me home
even before I said I needed to be here. Did he have something else to do
this morning, something with Devon perhaps? And do I care? Hmm, I don't
think I care one way or the other 'cause I'm just happy to be here. Yeah,
he had something to do, fer sure... or we would have eaten breakfast
because he likes to take me to restaurants and order for me.  Haha, what a
nut! Then I do manage to study for twenty minutes, really concentrating so
hard I don't even hear Robby come in.

Someone's arms are around my neck from behind and then I recognize Robby's
awesome scent and I twist around, stand up, and overdo the hugging and
kissing, so there's definitely submissiveness left in my head. I make a
dork out of myself showering Robby with kisses while feeling as much of him
as I can reach with both hands. He's going, "Dylan, I missed you too!" Then
kisses me a number of times and maybe he's overdoing it a little too. What
the hell, we're in love. Yeah, that, plus maybe we both have guilty
consciences from overdoing it with our sex on the side. We'll make up for
that pretty quick. When I'm with Robby I sense a mutual lovin' feeling I
don't get when I'm with anyone else. Robby manages to disengage me from his
body and with a hand on each of my shoulders he looks at me, saying, "Well,
you seem to have survived. But, oh man, your twin's gonna feel bad when he
sees how short you had to get your hair cut on the sides to cover up his
haircutting blunder." Then he rubs my head, adding, "You definitely are
going to let this hair grow in long enough that I can give you a burr
haircut like Ryan and I have. Aren't you?" I go, "Yes, Robby," and that
confirms to me that Willie's left me in a submissive frame of mind. I
snuggle in against Robby again and he wraps his arms around me, mumbling,
"I'm glad you at least are glad to see me," then a kiss on my cheek. He
feels so good against my body. Robby squeezes me hard, then says, "Okay, we
had a nice reunion, but we've only got an hour for me to help you
review. Your twin and I studied for three hours together last night while
you were alley-catting around so I've got the material nailed down pretty
well." He turns me around to sit at the desk, then says, "Oh, Chubby's
using his desk chair. How 'bout you get the ottoman." I hustle in the
living room and carry the ottoman back to sit on, realizing I've already
got a buzzing in my balls for Robby. I can't stop staring at him. Willie's
cute in a way, but Robby's the cutest boy I've ever seen, even cuter than
his brother, if you ask me. Robby reaches over and touches the bandage
covering Willie's hickey muttering, "For your sake I hope that's not as big
as it looks because tonight you're getting one from me on the other side
that'll be bigger." I drop my head, mumbling, "Yes, Robby," dreading the
thought, but I deserve some payback so I won't complain.

Robby's not quite as stern with me as he's been, so maybe my talk with him
before I left has done some good. He begins going over the material in a
serious way and the plus side of that is I'm learning this stuff; I don't
dare not concentrate on what Robby's saying. The way he was pissed-off
about Willie's hickey tells me he's jealous; I'd be worried if he
weren't. Robby mellows out during our hour study time, pleased I'm so
attentive and he even has his arm across my shoulders, like I saw him do
with Ryan, for the last fifteen minutes of study time. When Robby says,
"Man, Dylan, you absorbed this boring stuff awesomely. Way to be, dude!"
and that makes me feel really good as I lean against his awesome body and
get a kiss for my trouble. He goes, "Okay! That's the last study we need to
do for our freshman year and thank God for that! I've had it with studying
and I know you twins have had it for a while now. You're so much alike it's
amazing." I don't even mind being compared to Ryan anymore; I got over that
some time ago. He's my twin boyfriend, but I'm loved by Robby much more
than he is, so I'm good with that. Then I'm weirdly anxious to see Ryan and
I smile to myself picturing me laying across his lap getting spanked by
that diminutive boy... haha. He's smallish, but still mighty hot! Chubby
yells into the bedroom, "I'll see you numb-nuts later. I'm going to pickup
Sam, good luck with the final!" We yell back, "Same to you, numb-nuts!" and
he leaves chuckling. I get my arms around Robby's neck and rub noses with
him and then we do a long French kiss and thoughts of Willie fade from my
mind. It's Robby I want, hands down and without hesitation. It's good to
have something to compare Robby against because it confirms that he's the
love of my life, so there's another benefit from me seeing Willie. It's
still the thrill ride versus love, and love wins out every time and it's
not even close. I just wish I didn't act like such a wimpy dork when I'm
with Willie, but it is what it is.

Robby drives us on campus, saying, "Ryan says he'll meet us where I always
park so he can greet his twin back from the danger zone." That makes me
feel good 'cause I want to greet him too. I'd like to ask what Robby and
Ryan did during the last twenty-four hours, but Robby doesn't ask me what I
did so I can't very well ask him. This is the way I prefer it anyway. That
so-called open and honest relationship of Robby's isn't all it's cracked up
to be and maybe he's realizing that now. Robby always parks in a secluded
spot on campus because he doesn't want his pickup nicked by careless
college kid drivers, and because we can all do our 'hello' kisses that he's
got Ryan and me doing. Ryan's there with a big smile and a wave; damn he's
cute. Why'd I ever think he was dorky? Perception is everything, I
guess. Now I perceive him in a favorable light where initially I
didn't. I'm glad Robby insisted Ryan and me get along because Ryan's pretty
awesome. I should have known Robby wouldn't allow a dork to be my twin
boyfriend and I smile to myself because I'm the one who coined that damn
phrase in the first place. What the hell, I like it now. It sorta fits us
two, Ryan and me. Robby parks and I find I have a big smile on my face
staring at Ryan, who's staring at Robby. I think of that song that goes,
'I'm watching you watch him'. Robby gets out and Ryan comes right over to
him for a kiss 'hello', which seems a little excessive since he just saw
him two hours ago. Then Ryan comes over to me, saying, "Hi twin, I missed
you," I mumble, "Me too," and lean my head down for a kiss on the lips that
I think we hold a few seconds too long because Robby has a small frown on
his face when we break apart, and only then do I realize I had my arms
around Ryan's neck and my dick is semi-hard in my pants too. Jesus! What's
happening? I'm a little breathless as I stare at Ryan and then glance at
Robby. The frown's gone and he says, "It's okay if you two fall in love a
little, it's what I wanted. You don't need to feel uncomfortable about
it. Both my boyfriends are very attractive and extremely nice people, so
it's understandable." Ryan and me purposely stare at Robby and not at each
other for awhile because Robby's heart didn't sound like it was totally
into what he just said, but now he's smiling, asking, "How'd ya think you
did on the final, Ryan?" Ryan goes, "Awesome! Thanks to you, Rob." Robby
rubs Ryan's burr haircut saying, "That's my boyfriend! We'll see you after
our final, Ryan. You going to hang out at the quad?" Ryan goes, "Yep,
waiting for my boyfriend and my twin. Good luck to you guys, I love you!"
We both give Ryan a hug and a kiss, then he walks with us to the lab that
our exam's being held in and we say our goodies without a kiss because
there are lots of students hurrying around. Half are grinning because this
is the last exam of our freshman year, and half have worried looks because
this is the last exam of our freshman year. I love the sound of 'last
exam'!

The exam is a tough one, but I know I at least passed; my optimistic
expectation is a 'C' grade although maybe I can stretch it to 'C+' 'cause
those pluses mean it's almost a 'B-'. Love the sound of a 'B'-anything,
whenever school work from middle school to college is concerned. When we've
finished and left the room, Robby's not as confident about this exam as he
was with the others and he can't understand it. "Dammit! I had that
material down pat, but that professor put a lot of obscure stuff in the
exam that I didn't think was important to spend any time on. How 'bout you,
Dylan,?" I go, "Totally agree, Robby. Too many off-the-wall multiple choice
questions. It's like my twin said about his last exam, it could go a couple
of ways with some of those questions. Very small difference in the
choices." We commiserate with each other making the professor out to be the
asshole, and not us for not paying attention to minor parts of the course;
well, things we considered minor anyway. We walk to the quad smoking and
since that was our last final exam cigarette we're in good moods by the
time we get there... freshman year is over! Our freshman year is history
and everyone we know did okay to good. For all Robby's bluster about
shooting for 'A's' and 'B's' he'll probably end up with very similar grades
to mine. Neither of us is particularly brilliant, and neither is Ryan; we
all need to study more than the naturally smart kids do. So what, we did
it, and it's in our rearview mirror now. Hot shit!

We find Ryan talking with his friend Felix Jonnas at a table in the noisy
quad. Ryan smiles sweetly when he sees us and we bump fist with Felix
going, "Dudes!" then he says to me, "Ah, the other twin boyfriend. I gotta
admit I never thought you three could pull it off, but Robby apparently
managed it. Ryan was just telling me how well you three are getting
along. This has potential for Guinness Book of World Records, or whatever
it's called." I ask, "How come we never see you around campus, Felix?" He
goes, "For one thing I commute, so I'm only on campus for classes and I
guess we're just in different places at the same time. I'm in a couple of
classes with Ryan and we hit it off." Then he turns to Ryan and says, "That
reminds me, you gotta come up for a couple of weekends, homie. I gotta keep
our friendship going because you're the only for real gay boy I'm friends
with." Then he looks at us, and adds, "Well, I hope you two are friends
too." Robby says, "You bet, Felix, but Ryan will be working quite a few
Saturdays this summer," and as they talk about that, the whole topic of
Ryan being Robby's assistant supervisor pops into my head. I haven't
thought about it because I was fully occupied with Willie, but it's still
unresolved. And damn, I don't want to make a federal case out of it, but
it'll be a big mistake if Robby goes through with it. I'll need to talk
with him again as his friend, not just his boyfriend and lover, but it'll
have to be when we're alone. Felix asks me a question, and I go, "Sorry,
what was that?" and it was the 'How'd ya think you did on the final'
question' that we all ask each other. We talk about that for awhile, then
Felix needs to leave to pick up his girlfriend and that leaves Robby and
his two boyfriends. Us twins naturally look to Robby to tell us what we're
doing next, and he says, "We need to celebrate. Let's see if Tracy's having
another party." Ryan says, "He is, Rob, I heard him talking to some
kids. He wants them to spread the word. It's a keg party, ten bucks a
head." Robby looks at me and I shrug like 'sure' and Robby goes, "I don't
like that ten dollar charge, but what the hell." Ryan grins and mutters,
"Cheapskate," and Robby laughs squeezing Ryan's neck, saying, "Cheapskate
my ass," and it's obvious they really like each other. Hmmm.

We go outside for a cigarette and I watch Ryan smoking exactly the way
Robby does it and again I worry about Robby's falling more and more for
Ryan. They have this easy way of joking around together that Robby and I
never had; we were always more serious with each other. Ryan and Robby
remind me of how Chubby and I joke with each other. We can say stuff that
might sound insulting to an outsider, but we know each other so well it
comes off as good fun, just ball busting on each other. Like Ryan's
'cheapskate' remark could be interpreted as an insult, except they both
knew it was a joke. Oh well, Robby still loves me more, even if he seems to
like hangin' with Ryan more. How that's gonna work out long range is
anybody's guess. I wish Connor wasn't going in the Army 'cause he has
potential as a substitute boyfriend, except I'm loving Robby more than ever
and it's reaching the pathetic level of me almost being devoted to him. But
if I was exclusively his that doesn't mean he'd drop Ryan, so I don't know
what to do. They're ragging on each other and I just listen and grin. You
can't fake banter, you just can't. It's got to be natural, not forced, so
I'm not going to try doing to with Robby. I don't know what I'm going to
do, actually. That's as much as I know right at this moment, but I'm going
to think about it and see what pops into my head. At the pickup Robby
doesn't ignore me. He gets an arm around my neck to pull my face next to
his and murmur, "Jeez, I missed you, Dylan. Did you miss me?" and I overdo
it by gushing that I missed him every minute I was away which is a lie of
course because Willie demands full attention every minute I'm with
him. Still, in hindsight I missed Robby so it's not a total lie. In the
pickup, with Ryan in the middle, he sits closer to me than Robby, so that's
something. Ryan also holds my hand, then lifts both our hands to show Robby
and Robby says to me, "Last night I told your twin you liked holding hands
and he goes and does it the first chance he gets. That's how cooperative he
is." I go, "I'm cooperative too, Robby," and he says, "You're being very
cooperative now, but it took some convincing. I think you're both doing
fabulous and I can't tell you how happy that makes me. It's like so perfect
sometimes I pinch myself at how lucky I am to have such fabulous
boyfriends." That would be great to hear except it sure sounds like Ryan
and I actually are Robby's twin boyfriends, cherished exactly the same. I
like holding Ryan's little hand though, and he holds my tightly so it's not
just to please Robby, he likes holding my hand. So there!

As we leave the campus in the pickup, I ask, "How 'bout if I call Connor to
see if he'd like to party with us? Robby's fine with it. He goes "Great
idea, I'll pull over so if he wants to go we can go back and pick him up."
I let go of Ryan's hand and get my cell phone out and hit Connor's speed
dial button as Robby's saying. "You'll have to sit on Connor's lap, Ryan,
so all four of us fit in the cab." Ryan asks, "Can I sit on Dylan's lap? I
don't know Connor that well." Robby goes, "No, you're the number two
boyfriend so you sit on Connor." I click off the cell, saying, "His phone
isn't on. Probably taking his last final." "Too bad," Robby says, as Ryan
grins at me and holds my hand again while snuggling in against me while my
dick takes notice. I don't know why Robby says Ryan doesn't have a sexy
scent. Well, to be honest I didn't think he did at first either, but now I
do, I just had to get used to it or something. I reach over with my free
hand and ruffle Ryan's burr haircut and he leans into me. He does have
awful soft hair... it's nice. I manage to lean towards him as he's leaning
towards me and my nose rubs the hair on the side of his head; he smells
good and my dick bones up a little. Wow, he really does smell good to me
now. He pushes his glasses up with is middle finger and they slide up his
cute nose as he grins at me and I think of the way he kisses and need to
adjust my junk. I gulp, thinking of Ryan's dominant fuck and wonder when
he'll do it again. I'll ask him if he doesn't nag me to do it
soon. Willie's sex is fading from my mind already and I'm thinking of
backing out of our Saturday date too. Hell, how many thrill rides can I
take with him? I like being with my trio. We get to Tracy's apartment and
of course it's crowded, and everyone here is jubilant that they've survived
the freshman year. If someone flunked or didn't do well they're probably
not gonna be in a partying frame of mind, and therefore they're not
here. Everyone here seems like they're celebrating. Tracy greets all comers
at the door collecting ten dollars from each, explaining, "The ten bucks is
to cover the food we're ordering. The keg's on me." Then it's our turn at
the door and Tracy's like, "Hey, the three musketeers. How'd you dudes do
with your finals?" He knows all our names making me wonder just how many of
the freshman class he actually knows by name. That's a talent right there;
it's a talent that the part-timer's boss at Stop & Shop, Rudy, is
unfamiliar with. Then Tracy's 'three musketeers' comment strikes a
chord. How many kids know Ryan and I are twin boyfriends of Robby's? I
thought only a couple of the guys even knew we were gay. Hmmm. Not that
anyone particularly cares, but still... how'd they find out? Then I think
of Felix who maybe doesn't think there's anything wrong with mentioning
this oddity of twin boyfriends to his friends, and his friends mention it
to their friends, and so forth. I guess I don't mind 'cause nobody's
mentioned it to me.

We get plastic cups of Budweiser beer which is very cold; I think draft
beer is easier to drink anyway. I'm feeling like a party's just the right
thing. There are maybe more girls here than boys, but I think there are
more girls in the freshman class than boys so that kinda makes sense. Us
gay boys are a small minority anyway. We run into Felix, who's with his
girlfriend. She's a tiny bit chubbier than the picture indicates, but she's
very nice; kinda shy and I can sometimes relate to that. She seems very
familiar with Ryan so I guess the three of them do stuff together when
Robby and me are together. Then we run into Homer. The only thing I really
know about him is that his name's not Homer. Connor told us what is is, but
I've forgotten. He's with Ears Henderson and Scott Tinsdale. I drift over
to ask Scott, "Ya get any takers yet, Scott?" Meaning, has anyone been
willing to let him blow them, and Scott goes, "No, dammit! Have you changed
your mind yet?" and Ears rolls his eyes chuckling. I go, "Nope, sorry," and
Homer asks, "What's that, Scott?" Scott makes a face so Ears says, "Scott's
trying to find someone who'll let him blow him." Homer says, "You didn't
ask me." Scott's eyes light up, "Will ya let me?" Homer says, "No, but ya
didn't ask me and it kinda hurts my feelings." We chuckle, then I ask
Homer, "Do you know where Connor is?" He goes, "Taking a final." I nod my
head and Jarod Mellincamp grabs my arm so I walk a couple of steps away
with him, and he says, "Just wanted to tell ya to have a great gay summer,"
and he's grinning. I go, "Hey, you dissing my sexual orientation?" He goes,
"Absolutely not. I admire the way you came right out and said you were
gay. As far as I know you're the only gay boy I know and so you're
special." I go, "Damn right I am," and we talk about what we got going for
us this summer. Jarod's working for his father. I want to ask him if he
ever sees that dick Dick Veris prick, but he doesn't mention him so neither
do I. Robby almost put that guy Veris in the hospital when Veris started a
fight with me. The only fight I was in all freshman year... which is pretty
damn good. Then Chubby bursts in with Samantha, creating a ruckus and soon
there's a group of couples around him laughing and carrying on. Must be his
clique of couples who made up their study group.

I'm looking around for Robby and Ryan, but spot just Ryan. He's still
talking with his buds Felix and his girlfriend, whose name I don't
remember, so I go out on the deck and see Robby laughing with Travis, who
seems to have a 'thing' for me, while at the same time he pretends to date
that girl who looks suspiciously like a dyke, no offense intended to either
of them. The laughter is mostly because of Travis' roommate, Harry
Black. He's drunk again telling embarrassing things that happened to him in
his many drunken escapades this year. I stand next to Robby, who puts his
arm across my shoulder, and I'm soon joining in with the laughter. It might
seem we're laughing at Harry, but we're mostly laughing with him because
he's seriously funny making himself the brunt of the stories. I'm hoping
Harry is exaggerating some of them or else I don't know how he'd ever
survive the awkward situations he got himself into. On my third beer, I get
into a liars' poker game for dollar bills. The players are me, Rolly North,
Jasper Jenkins, and Scott Tinsdale, who keeps bumping into me. Nice to be
the gay boy all the seemingly straight boys want to try out their possible
bisexuality with, huh? Later there's dancing and Chubby comes over to get
me to dance with his girlfriend. "Dylan, bro, help me out and dance with
Sam, she's driving me nuts. I'll take your place in the game." I go, "Okay,
where is she?" He points her out and as I'm walking over I'm thinking how
this place is so loud and crowded I'm wondering what's going to arrive
first: the promised food, pizza and subs, or the police. I go over and ask
Sam for a dance. She says, "How much did Jeffrey pay you to dance with me?"
I go, "Twenty bucks," and she says, "Good. Let's go," and she takes my hand
and we join the dancers near the front of the deck. We dance to four fast
songs played loud from a CD player and I'm sweating a little by the time
Sam says, "You're an awesome dancer, Dylan. Would you consider being my
boyfriend? I'd drop Jeffrey in a heartbeat." I go, "Ahhh, true love," and
she laughs as we go back inside to hook up with Chubby who has a fistful of
dollar bills. He says, "Where you been, Sam? I've been looking all over for
you!" She says, "Liar," and gets her arms around Chubby's arm saying, "Your
turn to dance now," as she drags him off with Chubby rolling his eyes like
he's going to the guillotine.

The liars' poker game breaks up because everyone knows what's on all the
dollar bills by now, and as I'm going for more beer Ryan's suddenly beside
me whispering, "Can I hold your hand here, Dylan?" I chuckle, saying,
"That's probably not a great idea, Ryan." He says, "I'm really sorry about
fucking up your hair so badly, Dylan." I shrug, mumbling, "It's okay, I'm
fine with this for now, but I definitely want a burr haircut next time so I
can be like my twin." He smiles and, almost squealing, goes, "I love that
you said that Dylan! It makes me feel so good." I know Ryan's a world class
brown-noser, but he sure seemed sincere about it, so I say, "Yeah, I'm
serious about that too, hot stuff." Ryan grabs my cup, the one I'm drinking
out of, and fills it for me, then tops off his cup of beer and goes, "We
gotta get together again so I can dominate your ass. That was like the most
awesome thing I've ever been a part of. I told Rob about me climaxing
harder then I've ever done before." I take a quick look around, then say,
"Keep it down a little, tiger, okay?" He's like, "Oh yeah, sorry." He's so,
like sweet normally, it's hard to imagine how he can turn on the sexy
dominance like he does, but he's had a lot of experience being on the other
end of things so he knows how his dominant partners dominated him; I guess
he's just copying them. Damn, it's hot when he gets going, though. I ask,
"What did Rob say when you told him you climaxed harder then ever before?"
I realize I said 'Rob' instead of Robby, but it just came out that way; it
wasn't something I thought about ahead of time. Ryan looks puzzled, then he
says, "Yeah, I'm not sure he said anything, now that you mention it." I
ask, "Well, did he say anything about you and me doing it again? And by the
way, don't be so graphic when describing our sex to Robby. It's kind of
between you and me, ya know?" He goes, "Oh, I'm sorry. You told me to tell
him so I thought you wanted me to, you know, give the details." I go, "Just
an overview should be enough. What about Robby saying we should get
together again?" He frowns, then says, "No, I haven't heard that lately,
either. Wonder why?" I go, "Because you give too many details, like that
bit of info that you've never had an orgasm that big before." He says,
"Yeah, I see what you mean. Maybe Rob's getting jealous of us. Could that
be it?" I go, "It wouldn't surprise me, so downplay it." Ryan's excited,
"You mean downplay our sex so Rob won't mind if we do it together again,
because you want to, right?" I go, "Duh, ya think?!" and I have to laugh
because he's beaming. "I'm gonna try taking it up a couple of pegs to get
you even more submissive so you'll experience what I've experienced
before. It's awesome." Jeez, he's probably talking about how Willie gets me
to feeling, but after Willie I kinda hate on myself a little for the way I
acted, and so far that hasn't been the case with Ryan; well not as much
anyway. But I say, "I'll leave that up to you Ryan, you're the dominant one
so you decide how you're gonna do me, haha." Then can't resist getting my
arm around his neck for a hug that includes a kiss on his soft hair that no
one sees. He says, "I love you too, Dylan," and before I can reply, Robby
appears with an empty cup.

Robby's feeling his beers again as he hands the cup to Ryan saying, "Get me
a refill will ya please, number two." Ryan hustles to get it, spilling some
of his beer in the process. Robby and I smile at Ryan's eagerness, then
Robby says, "I've thought about the assistant supervisor thing you talked
to me about, Dylan, and I want to thank you for your perspective on it, and
of course you're right. I'm making no official announcement of Ryan being
an assistant anything." Ryan turns his head saying, "Yeah, Dylan, everyone
on our crew would have hated me. Robby explained it to me and I'm
relieved." This is great news and I'm proud of myself for speaking
up. Robby takes the beer with thanks, then says, "Ryan will do some of the
paper work for me, like timekeeping and whatnot, but I'll post the
assignments and you guys can just read the notice so Ryan doesn't need to
get involved. Will you take him under your wing for me?" I go, "Sure thing,
Robby. I give you a lot of credit for admitting, um, that your original
plan wasn't the best one possible." Robby shrugs saying, "My plan sucked
actually, but that's what friends are for, setting their friend straight
when he's off track. And like I said, I appreciate you looking out for
me. Mutiny in my first crew wouldn't look too good. Same for me being
over-bossy like you mentioned. Like you said, I was getting carried
away. The three of us are getting along great so I'm dialing that back
too. You're right again." I want to kiss him. This is great.

We stay for another hour, but don't drink too much; Robby isn't hammered,
just slightly drunk. We decide to eat out as a further celebration. Chubby
and his girl friend are going to join us, too. Then Ryan asks if he can
invite Felix and his girlfriend, so they join Robby and his two boyfriends
for a celebration dinner at Fuddruckers. Nothing fancy about Fuddruckers,
although it ain't cheap. Chubby, Felix and Robby buy dinner for their
girlfriends or boyfriends and it's a causal, but fun dinner. Ryan and me
exchange 'looks' when Robby says, "This is on me, twins." Samatha hears
that, and asks, "Twins?" So, at our table for seven I explain how Ryan and
I are Robby's boyfriends and while Robby blushes a little, Ryan and I,
sitting on either side of our boyfriend, are quite comfortable with
it. Felix and Chubby and both their girlfriends think us twins and our
boyfriend are all nuts, but the three of us are quite pleased with the
arrangement. The girl's don't seem uncomfortable about being with three gay
boys and neither do Felix or Chubby. It's nice being open about it and the
subject just passes for dinner conversation. Naturally Chubby has a half
dozen factoids that none of us guess the answer to, and none of us believes
them anyway, although I know from experience they're all probably
factual. We stretch the dinner out and a half dozen other freshman show up,
four girls and two guys, and we're all exchanging stories about things we
didn't expect at college, but needed to deal with. We make fun of some
professors who suck, and compliment others who were basically the easy
graders. Felix invites everyone back to his house for beers and about eight
guys and girls take him up on the offer, but the three of us decide not to
go. As Robby drops Ryan off at his dorm, Ryan gives Robby and me a kiss
goodnight and then we drive to our apartment and get naked before getting
into bed. Robby gets me in his arms and we do some fabulous making out,
then Robby says, "Dylan, I've never loved you as much as I do now. I
thought I couldn't love you more, but I do. The way you've accepted Ryan
could only be possible if you really love me. You're letting me enjoy being
a big shot for awhile with twin boyfriends. That's the nicest thing anyone
has ever done for me and I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and love
you from even deeper in my heart than that. You're so special and I know
other boys crave you, but I can't blame them." I say, "Thank you so much,
Robby. I love you more than I ever have before, too. You having a second
boyfriend made me realize how special you are and how much I depend and
need you. You're one for me. I don't know how long our plan to have a sort
of open relationship for the summer will last, but if you or me feels
threatened that either one of us is drifting too far we need to immediately
discuss it and reconcile what needs to be reconciled to preserve out love
for each other. And along those lines, I want to confess that Ryan and me
have a thing going on, too. We're really enjoy having sex together, so
maybe you and me need to reconcile that right now. I don't want you to
think I'm trying to steal him from you, or he's trying to steal me from
you; neither of us is trying to do that." Robby says, "Jeez, it was me who
encouraged you two to do it together in the first place. I had no idea
you'd both hit it off so well of course, but it's only fair and so it's
fine with me. I'm not getting a big head when I say that I'm not worried
that either one of you is stealing either of you from me. I'm confident now
in your love so I know you wouldn't let it happen. Like I said in the
pickup today, I've never been happier in my life and it's mostly because of
you. Ryan's a bonus, and while I don't know how it'll turn out, for now
it's nearly perfect from my point of view, at least for the summer
anyhow. It's going to be you and me forever, that's all I know. For now, my
idea of you being exclusively mine is on hold because you still have some
wild oats to... what's that saying?" I go, "Sowing wild oats? I know what
it's supposed to mean... a kid's got wild oats to sow meaning before he
settles down, but what the hell sowing wild oats is for real, I have no
idea. Something to do with farming I suppose." Robby chuckles, then says,
"Yeah, whatever it means for real, you know what I mean." I go, "Yep, we
got to sow some wild oats."

We both laugh, then Robby says, "I'm so ready for some wild sex with you,
that's what I do know." The hell with my sore ass, I'm ready for Robby's
wild sex. I go, "I'd like to start by being really submissive to you Robby,
licking your feet and working my way up your awesome body." Robby goes,
"Yum. That sounds hot, but you're still getting that hickey I promised
you." I go, "Ouch, but you're the boss," and Robby goes, "Not really, but
it's been fun pretending I am. I know the reality, but that don't mean we
can't pretend for the fun of it...."

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

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