Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2013 10:41:52 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR  Chapter 60   by Donny Mumford

			   DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

				Chapter 60

			     by Donny Mumford


This is a very troubling development. Somehow I've become infatuated with
Robby's other boyfriend, Ryan. I'm sitting here on the edge of Ryan's bed
in the middle of the night. I asked to sleep with him after he gave me the
best dominant sex ever; I think it qualifies as the best anyway, and that's
partially because I've kinda fallen for him, and because it's pretty
fucking hot sex too. Still, it's troubling because I had the most awesome
loving sex with Robby about twelve hours earlier and I've never been more
in love or in heat for him then I am now, so what am I to make of my
feelings for Ryan? Before trying to figure that out, I need to take a piss,
which is what woke me up. I'm not familiar with the dorm, but I don't want
to wake Ryan. Wait a minute, when we came into his dorm room I saw a sign
for a lavatory. That's right, it's just two doors down the hall from
here. I slowly feel my way across the dark room until my hand connects with
the door, then quietly open it and look down the hall. No one's in sight,
but I'm naked so I'll need to make this quick. Leaving Ryan's door ajar, I
scamper down the empty hall, my dick swinging between my legs, and push
open the lavatory door. It's empty too, so I quickly move to a urinal and
go, "Aaaah," as relief comes with my pee stream. It's a long pee, but a
solitary one and thank goodness for that. Scampering back to Ryan's room
and closing the door quietly behind me, I crawl back into bed trying not to
rock the mattress too much. Under the covers again, I look in Ryan's
direction, but it's pitch black so I can't see him, although his sexy scent
is all around me. Again I'm wondering what's going to become of us. Damn,
I'm hooked on his scent now, and my dick feels good from just thinking
about the way he dominated our sex earlier. I swallow and bite my lower
lip, but the urge to feel his skin and his body is strong so I inch over to
him. Lightly reaching out I feel the back of his head; he's facing away
from me, but only about two inches away now and he smells so sexy it's
crazy. I can't resist positioning my body against his and gently putting my
arm around him, then I lose it and hug him to me and he's like, "Huh, wha?
Oh, you scared me, Dylan." He rustles around so we're face to face and we
hug and then kiss, and it's a deep kiss leading to a crazy make-out in the
middle of the night. We both spring boners and get overly excited and
extremely aroused. Ryan frantically turns me over onto my stomach and
mounts me. His long cock forces it's way up my ass and we're both grunting
with desire as I hump my ass up to bang against his pubic hairs. Ryan bites
my shoulder then licks the back of my neck and I let out a long moan,
Ohhhhh...." He lifts up off my back with his arms supporting him on either
side of me and begins fucking me in a desperate frenzy, his hips hopping
off me and then landing back on my ass as his cock pounds my rectum. We're
both making sounds like we're in pain; my cock's so hard under me it's
aching as he continues to frantically fuck my ass. Two or three minutes of
ecstasy and then I let out a long moan of pleasure with cum gushing up out
of my nuts traveling at the speed of light up my stone hard cock to
saturate the sheets under me with gushing cum. It's the fastest I've shot
off in as long as I can remember. Ryan doesn't last much longer as he fills
my ass with his spunk no more then a minute later, grunting and moaning
with relief and desire as he does it. The first shot of his orgasm almost
pierces my bowels from the pressure it fired out of his cock with, then he
withdraws so fast his cock comes out of my ass and winds up under him as he
drops down on my back so his next stream of cum is captured between my back
and his stomach. Frantically he gets his boner back in my ass to pump more
cum into me and then he falls on me and lays there breathing hard with his
arms around me. I'm dizzy and confused; how did this fuck even get started?
From our wild make-out to our climaxes couldn't have taken five minutes.

Catching his breath, Ryan quietly says, "Roll over, Dylan, so we can
cuddle," which is what we do. Our arms around each other, we're doing
little kisses on the lips without talking. Then with Ryan's head on my
chest, near my shoulder, wrapped in my arms, he mumbles something I can't
hear and then falls back to sleep. His body feels so good against me and
he's smelling exotically sexy. What the fuck am I going to do about Ryan
and me? I kiss the top of his burr haircut; his hair's so soft. Rubbing my
nose lightly in it and inhaling more of his scent, I worry about
myself. I'm too much into "loving the one I'm with'', while at the same
time I know who my true love is even while I'm loving the one I'm with. But
wait, I don't always love the one I'm with at all. I don't love Willie or
any of the other boys I've had sex with. Not love in the 'I'm in love'
way. Maybe some of my sex partners I love as friends, like Dodger and
Connor, but I'm not in love with them. And that's all well and good except
I feel as though I'm in love with Ryan right now; he's the exception to the
rule. I kiss him lightly again, this time on the side of his head. I'm the
one who told Robby, 'If you think you're in love with someone, you are'. It
was when he said he wasn't sure if he was in love with Ryan, but he thought
he was. Now I am too, but how did it happen? Ryan's combination of sweet
disposition coupled with his ability to do that awesome dominant type fuck
on me is unique, and so maybe that's it. Plus, his scent and his kissing;
he kisses better than anyone I've ever kissed. They're all physical things
though, and I feel like I'm more than just in love with those things; I
feel like I'm in love with him, the person. Damn, I don't need this
complication, but there it is anyway. Oh man, this summer's gonna be
confusing 'cause Ryan's already told me he loves me and from the way he
said, I know he didn't mean he loves me as a friend, like I thought until
tonight. We had volcanically hot desire for each other fifteen minutes
ago. It reminds me of how Robby and I get at times. Okay, I'm going to
decide on only two things tonight: one, no sex with Ryan in the morning,
and dammit I mean it! And two, I'll give Ryan and me a little time to see
if it's real before deciding what to do, like discussing it with
Robby. Well, another thing we need to do right away is talk in the morning
to be sure Ryan and me are on the same page where Robby's concerned. Robby
said we're all done with the stupid discussing and even describing our sex
on the side; no more detailed recreations of Ryan's and my sex, or anyone
else's. And thank God for that. One more kiss on Ryan's sleeping head and
one more deep inhale of his scent and I fall back to sleep myself, with
half a boner captured between Ryan and me.

Next thing I know Ryan's quietly saying, "Dylan, Dylan, it's nine
o'clock. I need to pack 'cause my dad's picking me up at ten. I open my
eyes and find Ryan still in my arms, but not on top of me now. We're
hugging each other side by side. We both appear a little apprehensive until
Ryan leans over and we kiss sweetly on the lips, a lovers' kiss, but
without tongue. "Are we in love?" he asks innocently, like he's unsure of
himself. I say, "That kiss right there would indicate we are, Ryan. What
are we going to do about it?" He quietly says, "Yeah, that's the question
alright, but I don't know the answer." I go, "Let's see where it goes. Keep
it to ourselves for now 'cause who knows, it could be temporary insanity or
something." He goes, "Yeah, maybe a fleeting infatuation that will die
out." I hopefully ask, "Ya think that's it?" He mumbles, "No, but we'll do
what you said; we'll wait and see. I gotta get up now, although I wish I
didn't because I love feeling your body next to mine." I mutter, "I know
what ya mean, sexy." He goes, "I told you, Dylan, you're the sexiest boy
ever and you can see now that I can't resist you even though I still love
Robby. Maybe we can be triplet boyfriend to each other." I almost laugh
because he's so serious. I go, "No Ryan, forget that. I don't know how it
happened, but I'm pretty sure I've fallen in love with you and it's not
just the sex, although that certainly was mind blowing last night." He
asks, "You love me now?" I shrug, "Yeah, it's that indescribable something
about you, and..." My sentence ends there as we get into another almost out
of control make up. Two boners appear once again and Ryan, breathing hard,
slides down his bed on the sheet; then panting, he lifts my legs and
spreads them, then slides his cock in me again as we both go,
"Oooohhh". I'm taking little quick breaths and moaning with my eyes closed
as Ryan fucks me again with his awesome boner.  We soon sound like animals
in heat as we groan and moan in erotic pleasure. It's so crazy! His cock
still up my ass, he falls on my body between my legs and we hug, then start
a wild make out as Ryan continues moving his hips, fucking me. My legs come
around his slim body and hold him so tightly his thrust are only about five
inches long, but very forceful and I'm sure another orgasm is coming on
me. Our mouths hungrily kiss and as we suck each other's tongues, then I
lick Ryan's face and drag a saliva ladened tongue up the front of his nose,
and do it again as he gasps and inhales my spit. He returns the favor by
licking my face and dragging his tongue up the front of my nose; we rub our
faces together smearing our spit on each other. Ryan never stops humping
his boner up my ass and incredible sensations sizzle around my body as our
lips meet again and our kiss is luscious and sloppy, and he continues
fucking me and we continue making out, constant sounds of sexual desire
fill this dorm room. Ryan's smell floods my brain as we kiss and my hand
caress his smallish body. Then I reach the point of intense pleasure as my
orgasm gets ready to explode once more. My body gets stiff as I whimper
Ryan name, my legs come from around him to stiffly stretch out in front of
me. Ryan grunts, and says, "I'll fuck cum out of you, Dylan," as he goes up
on his knees and raises my stiff legs and plows my hole with seven inch
strokes, his cock is swollen and long. I'm wreathing on the mattress as my
balls move up to touch my body, heavy with cum... my boner stands straight
up, hard as bone. Two more long thrust and I do a loud squeal as my hips
thrust up and by back arches as a steam of cum flies in the air in a tight
stream, then arcs, and drops on the pillow beside my head splattering
cum-spray on my ear. Then four more quick spurts of cum fly from my gaping
pee slit as I scrunch my face trying to absorb all the electric sensations
in my cock, balls, and rectum.  Ryan squeals a squeal similar to the kind I
usually make and unloads cum up my ass grunting, moaning, and groaning,
"Oooooh, un, un, un!" sending his sperm into my bowels. He drops down on
top of me smearing cum that spurted out of my cock and landed on my chest
and we go into another out of control make out, both of us sweaty, cum
smeared, and spit covered. It goes on hot and heavy for awhile before
exhaustion overtakes us and we cuddle squirming our bodies together. I
grasp him against me and rub my nose in his burr haircut, the one I cut for
him before we fell in love, and I can't think of anything at this moment
except Ryan Wilcocks, the sexiest boy in the world.

We lay more calmly now with Ryan moving subtly on my body until he's making
contact with as much of me as possible, snuggled in my arms. I keep my face
against the top of his head. Our hearts return to normal and our breathing
quiets down and I'd like to spend a week in bed with my twin. Then Ryan's
head pops up, "Oh my God, Dylan. My dad will be here in fifteen minutes. He
hops out of bed and grabs my hand, "Come on. We'll take a quick shower." We
put on underwear, Ryan grabs two clean pairs of boxer shorts, thrown me a
towel and I follow him down the hall and into the lavatory with Ryan's cum
drooling down the back of my legs. Two other boys are in there, one in a
shower and one shaving at a sink, so I don't show my backside with the
telltale signs of gay boy sex announcing itself. They both mutter 'Good
morning', one says, "Oh, you're still here, Ryan," and the other asks,
"When ya leaving?" Ryan takes off his underwear and I do the same, he turns
on the shower, answering, "In ten minutes," then, "Come on, Dylan, we can
both use this shower. It's a five minute shower, then a quick drying
off. Neither of us needs to fuss with our hair. There's a sink in Ryan's
room so he brushes his teeth for thirty seconds, hands me his toothbrush
and I do the same. He's dressed by the time I'm rinsing toothpaste out, and
then a minute later I'm dressed too. Ryan pulls the cum saturated sheets
from his bed, wraps them in a ball, and shoves them in a duffel bag. I help
him fill the rest of the duffle bag with his clothes, then get his
personnel belongings and toiletries into two boxes, and when there's a tap
on the door, Ryan looks at me and asks, "How do I look?" and I want to say
sexy, but I say, "Normal, no cum showing," and smile. He wraps his arms
around me and we kiss as another, louder knock on the door has him breaking
the kiss. Calming himself and then opening the door to his dad who's he's a
nice looking man dressed in what looks like expensive clothes. The father
and son smile saying hello, then a hug and a kiss on Ryan's cheek from
dad. Ryan goes, "Dad this is my friend, Dylan Newman. He helped me pack."
His dad holds out his hand for a handshake, saying, "Nice to meet you,
Dylan," and I mutter, "Same here, Mr. Wilcocks." He then says to Ryan,
"Great haircut, son," and rubs Ryan's hair as Ryan says, "Dylan gave me the
haircut, dad," and his father goes on about that for a while. Then Ryan and
his dad talk about the stuff you talk with a parent about, as we finish
packing. The rug in the room is Ryan's and the pillow and about six towels
and other stuff. You accumulate a lot of stuff during the year. Ryan and I
exchange intense eye contact whenever we're sure his dad isn't looking, and
the look in our eyes says, "I want you so badly." It's like something I've
never experienced before in my life. I have no explanation for it. My
infatuation or love of Ryan is the biggest mystery in my life and I don't
have a clue how it happened, or how it happened so quickly. Or did it
happen quickly? We got along right from that first lunch Robby arranged for
us; it was a very quick, smooth transition from antagonist to friends and
we fucked the first time we were together. He told me he loved me before I
felt love for him, but I still don't get the intensity of last night and
this morning.

We load his dad's SUV and then Ryan's car. His dad pats my back, saying,
"Thank you for the help, Dylan. Very considerate of you." I mutter, "Glad
to help, nice to meet you," as Ryan's saying. "Thanks, dad, I'll see you at
home; I need to give Dylan a ride to his place." We wave goodbye and the
dad drives away. "Whew!" say Ryan. "Thanks, Dylan!" He's back to his
excitable self again and there's just something extremely likable about
him. We hug right in the parking lot as I mumble, "You're welcome, sexy,"
and I kiss the side of his head right out in the open. Damn! I gotta get
myself under control. Ryan says, "Oh man, I'm madly in love with you,
Dylan!" I let go of him, and say, "Yeah, I know what you mean. How'd it
happen? I'm totally blown away by it, but it's kinda awesome too." We walk
to his car trying to figure out what we're going to do about this
unexpected development. Ryan walks too close to me, the back of my hand
against his wrist; the way he walks with Robby. He says, "Robby and us
twins are suppose to hang out later this afternoon. I hope I can keep my
hands off you," and he chuckles happily. I go, "Seriously, Ryan, no messing
around when we're hanging out with Robby, we need to cool it and think
about things." He says, "I know, I was just kidding. Did I fuck you
alright?" He's serious with that question. I hug his shoulders, saying,
"Jesus! Are you kidding? We were like wild animals in heat, dude. You were
totally off the charts awesome! We gotta cool it though." He mutters,
"Yeah. I'm a little nervous and a little bit scared too. I love Robby too,
and don't want to hurt him." Nodding my head, I mumble, "Ditto." He drives
me to my apartment and we kiss goodbye for now, but it's not a 'goodbye'
kiss like we used to give each other; it can only be described as a lovers'
kiss 'goodbye' with lots of affection and longing in it. Ryan's the only
boy besides Robby that I've experienced a lovers' kiss with. That fact hits
me as I slowly walk up the stairs to my apartment in a daze. This is
seriously a huge problem.

Inside the apartment Chubby's packing, he looks up and smiles. "Hi
Dylan. Where'd ya sleep last night?" I tell a tiny white lie. "I got hooked
up with some guys from some of my courses and we partied so long, reveling
in our end of semester happiness, it got too late and no one wanted to
drive me home, so I slept on a couch." He goes, "Are you hung over?" I go,
"Yeah, you could say that." Chubby laughs, "Good, now you know how it
feels." I give him a hug and a kiss, then he tells me, "Don't use either
bathroom; I gave both of them the once over." I mumble, "Thanks for doing
mine, bro," and we pack, with Chubby making me laugh telling me about the
awkward buffet at Sam's last night. He had to dance with Sam's mother. I
say, Oh, it's was just like you guys were at your wedding reception," and
he goes, "God forbid!" and it went like that for a while. As we finish
packing, with me carrying the Krueg coffee maker to the Jeep, the thoughts
of that indescribable hot time with Ryan runs through my head and I need to
adjust my junk, which I do after dropping off the Krueg. It feels good
rubbing my dick thinking about Ryan. And ya know, even this boring job of
packing our stuff to take home is fun because I'm doing it with
Chubby. Damn, my life's complicated, but fun too. It's always my favorite
time when I'm doing anything with him. It's hard to put into words, but it
just feels so comforting to be with him; it seems like everything will be
alright when I'm with Chubby somehow. Rarely sexual, but always memorial
times when it's just the two of us. It's a feeling of love between us
that's so deep and sincere it just flows back and forth in unspoken
ways. Yeah, wonderful when it's just him and me; it always feels
mysteriously special in an indescribable way. We load up the Jeep while
talking again about the kind of car we'll get at the end of the summer, but
we can't come to a consensus. We want a convertible, that much we do
know. A last cigarette on the balcony and then we'll be on our way. Chubby
passes me the lit cigarette and as I'm taking a drag he sneaks in a couple
of factoids. He goes, "I asked these factoids last night at Sam's buffet
dinner and none of the numb nuts there knew the answer to a single one."
Passing the cigarette, I mumble, "This numb nuts probably won't know the
answers either." Chubby blows a couple of smoke rings, then says, "Oh come
on, everybody knows this shit. What do pearls melt in?" I go, "A furnace?"
He's like, "A furnace? Whaddaya out of your fuckin' mind? Pearls melt in
vinegar." I go, "Huh," then take the cigarette and try blowing smoke rings,
but the smoke just drifts out of my mouth in a foggy blob." Chubby goes,
"You'll surely know this one: What percentage of people using personal ads
for dating are already married?" I shrug, "I don't know, two percent?" He
looks astonished, "Two percent? Get serious, it's thirty-five percent." I
say, "Bullshit!" He starts asking me another one, but I'm like, "Mercy! I'm
begging you, no more!" Chubby's cell phone plays a tune and he answers,
"Yo, Sam, whassup?" and I block out the conversation and think some more
about Ryan and me, trying to figure out how last night, and again this
morning, came about. Well, I know how it started, it was his dominant fuck
on my ass, but what happened after that? Maybe that was it, just the
dominant fuck was enough to get us both going crazy with the hots for each
other. Yeah, except I've done it with him two other times and we didn't
loose our minds afterward. We treated it like buddy sex the first two
times, like it should be treated and not me asking to sleep with him and
get and fucked every ten minutes. His dominant fuck was what made me want
to sleep with him though, 'cause what else would it have been? Unless it
was a building urge developed over the past couple of weeks. A cumulative
effect of our short history together is what somehow lit the fuse of
passion. Well, that might explain the 'heat' between us, but how'd love
sneak into the picture? Then I remember him predicting this when I was
sitting on his lap. He'd asked me if I love him as much as Robby and I sort
of avoided answering directly and he said something like, 'You realize
you're going to love me as much, dont'cha?' Something like that. Maybe he
predicted that because his dominant partner in the past made Ryan fall
madly in love with him. That don't sound right though because Ryan's so
open and honest about everything he would have mentioned that if it
happened. There's much more to Ryan than meets the eye and I don't mean in
a devious way at all. He's a damn sweet kid.

Chubby is done his cell phone call, and asks me, "Ready to go, buddy?" I
absently mumble, "Yeah, but we need to drop off the keys at the rental
office." We do that and then we're on our way for our summer vacation,
which is a carefree feeling. Successfully completing the responsibilities
of our freshman year at college is a significant load off all our
minds. Now we're looking at three months of summer weather, and our week's
vacation in Wildwood too. What isn't carefree for me is this Ryan thing. We
really need a break from college though, and it'll be fun working with
Robby, Chubby, Dodger, and of course, Ryan. Oh boy, this is going to be
like walking a tightrope without a net. Dropping that thought I text Willie
my tiny white lie about having an abscessed tooth. He doesn't text back
immediately. So while I'm waiting for Willie's text Chubby drives down
route 93 heading for route 128. We goof on each other, smiling, and
laughing as I put my concerns about Ryan out of my mind temporarily. When
we're on route 9, ten minutes from our condos, Willie texted back: 'Well,
that tooth of your's must be killing you if you're passing up a chance for
my dominant sex, and first row seats at Fenway Park. Don't be too
disappointed though; I'll see that we get to Fenway later this summer and
I'll satisfy your horniness when I see you too. You were awesome Wednesday,
Dylan! Love ya, baby!'  Hmm, that went really well. Funny, but the allure
of Willie's dominant sex has lost it's luster now that Ryan's in the
picture. I'll see how Ryan and I handle things; see how everything shakes
out before making any decisions about anything. I'm adjusting my junk which
has tightened-up and feels damn good too and it happened when I thought of
Ryan just now. I shake my head slightly, not believing how hot I am for
him. Then, again, I force myself to stop thinking about him and our
incredible sex together and concentrate on Chubby who's laughing about
something, and when I look at him questioningly, he says, "You've been
playing with yourself for five minutes. You must ne horny 'cause your
boyfriend didn't sleep with you last night." My face flushes a little as I
again flash back to last night with Ryan, then say, "Honest to God, Chubby,
I'm not horny." His eyes get big, "Holy shit! Who'd ya do it with?" I tell
a little white lie, and say, "I didn't do it with anyone." Okay, that
wasn't a little white lie and I hate lying to Chubby, so I go, "That's a
lie, I did it last night, you're right about that." He goes, "Who was the
lucky lad? If ya don't mind me asking." I go, "Oh, but I do mind." He
laughs, muttering, "Loose gay boys, be on alert; watch out for Dylan Newman
'cause you won't be able to resist him." I go, "You resist him," Chubby
goes, "Barely, I'm hanging on with my finger nails, actually." I wish it
were true that he can barely resist me. I'll pretend he's telling the
truth... haha.

Chubby helps me carry my stuff to my condo where we find both both moms and
the hugging and kissing begins, with Chubby feigning disgust, "Jeez, we
were home just last week. We haven't been away six months!" Tris says, "Oh,
poo! We love our boys and you're both happy to see us too." She's right of
course, it's nice being loved and missed, but there's something extra in
the greeting from the moms that's above and beyond even their normal
enthusiastic greeting for Chubby and me. Plus, Chubby's right when he said
his mom seemed nervous when he talked with her earlier. My mom too. Fidgety
is maybe a better description of the moms' behavior. Uncharacteristic
fidgety body language and that's so unlike their normal relaxed, giggly
selves. Maybe one of them is getting married after all, and they're worried
how we'll take it. I ask, "What's up with you two? You're acting funny."
Both moms say at once, "Nothing's up, Dylan,' then my mom says, "We're just
happy you boys did so well at college and that you're home for the summer
and we get to see more of you." Chubby says to me, "Something's up alright,
these two are conjuring up something." Then to the moms, who we catch
exchanging nervous glances, "You two have something to tell us, don't ya?"
Tris says, "Yes, but we'll wait until our dinner tonight," and my mom adds,
mumbling, "If we don't chicken-out." I say, "Well it must be important
'cause you're giving up your 'date night'; two of them actually." My mom,
changing the subject, goes, "Let me do your wash for you, honey," and both
moms go for my duffle bag that's filled with dirty clothes, sheets, and
towels. Obviously they want to change the subject, and do some busy work. I
don't argue, as Chubby says, "Great! I'll bring my stuff down to the
laundry room too." Tris says, "Of course, it's the least we can do since
you've been doing your own wash all year." Actually we've been doing our
own wash for about ten years, but I won't rub that in. The moms mutter,
"See you boys in a little while," and I go, "Um, I'm meeting Robby and a
new friend in about an hour, but I'll be back for dinner." Chubby's like,
"Oh yeah, and I'm suppose to have a reconciliation, or attempted
reconciliation, get together with Mary Jo. She called me last night when I
was at the buffet with Samantha." I go, "That must have been awkward, heh
heh." Chubby chuckle, "You can't imagine," and Tris says, "You boys are
always busy, but we understand. Dinner's around six o'clock. I'll bring
some beers down for you boys as long as you're not driving later." Chubby
and I exchange suspicious 'looks' because it's rare our moms offer us
beers. My mom notices us glancing at each other, and goes, "Oh, you two
know us so well, but this is a homecoming dinner and we want it to be
special so a couple of beers is okay on special occasions. Not if you're
going out later though, are you?" Chubby says, "I don't have plans to go
out. Do you, Dylan?" I go, "No, we'll take the beers. We might need them to
hear you're announcement." Again the moms look at each other with
expressions of concern on their faces. What the hell?

The moms appear to be backtracking a little on whatever they had planned to
tell us, an unspoken understanding between them, like Chubby and I can do
at times. It's as if a certain 'look' conveys an unspoken signal or
message. My mom nods her head at Tris, saying to Chubby and me, "We may
have something to tell you, but mostly it's just a homecoming
dinner. Right, Tris?" "Exactly," says Tris, and they hurry out with my
dirty clothes heading for the laundry area in the basement. Hmmm? Chubby's
looking a little concerned himself, so I ask him, "Is it one of your
secrets? Is that what you think they're going to tell us?" Chubby goes, "Oh
yeah! They wouldn't be this antsy if it was relatively as simple as one of
them getting married." I go, "Getting married isn't a small thing," and he
goes, "Relative to what I think they're going to tell us it is." Jeez, what
could it be? I ask Chubby, "Well, tell me what you think it is!" He takes a
deep breath, then says, "I can't, Dylan. It ain't my secret; it belongs to
the moms." This is infuriating, but I know Chubby feels he's honor-bound,
for whatever reason, not to divulge this news. I have another question,
"How'd you discover whatever it is?" Chubby goes, "Totally by accident, but
it's huge news if it's what I think it is. I feel guilty knowing it,
actually... like I invaded my mom's privacy." He hugs me around the neck to
bring our faces together, muttering, "Don't worry, Dylan, it isn't a bad
thing." Putting my arm around him to maximize the hug, I ask, "Do you think
I should hold-up telling them I'm gay? Save it for another time maybe?"
Chubby goes, "Oh no, tell them tonight, but after they tell us what they
have to say; that's if they even go through with it tonight. It looks like
they're getting cold feet." I mutter, "Yeah, I noticed that too." He goes,
"If they do tell us, then you coming 'out' to them will be a good
diversion." I say, "I'm nervous about both things, Chub." He says, "There's
no need to be, it'll be alright. Come on, help me get my stuff out of the
jeep," and he kisses my cheek, muttering, "I love ya, bro". His voice
breaks-up a little and I worry all over again, but I don't nag him to tell
me. I trust Chubby to do the right thing.

Dropping thoughts of the moms' secret, I steel myself for telling the moms
I'm gay. I'm going to do it tonight, no matter what their news is. With
that settled I help Chubby get his stuff from the Jeep to his condo, we
then take his laundry to the basement. After that Chubby and I huddle on
his condo's balcony for a cigarette. Chubby lights a Marlboro light, takes
a drag and passes it to me, saying, "They were deep in quiet conversation
when we took my clothes down, and then they immediate stopped talking the
second we appeared. That was very obvious, but I'm not sure if they've
decided one way or the other about telling us. It's definitely what I think
it is though. I'm positive of that now." Taking back the cigarette I look
questioningly into his eyes, and he goes, "No, Dylan, I'm not giving it
away. It would be unfair to you and the moms. They'd be embarrassed that I
discovered it and never said anything to them about it. It'd be like I've
been deceitful, or something like that. And don't you even hint to the moms
that I knew about it, okay?" I go, "I won't, but I'm so fucking curious
it's maddening." He nods and I give him our cigarette. Then he changes the
subject, "You said you're hooking up with Robby this afternoon; can he pick
you up? I'd really like to hear what Mary Jo has to say and I need the Jeep
to do that." I go, "Oh yeah, he'll pick me up. So you won the argument with
Mary Jo, huh?" He drags on the cigarette, then with smoke drifting from his
mouth, "I'm thinking I outlasted her mostly, and now she's ready to admit I
was right." I ask, "What was the argument about? What were you right
about?" He laughs, shrugging his shoulders, "The crazy thing is I can't
remember, but I'm sure I was right. So that's another reason I'm curious,
'cause I'd like to find out what we argued over, haha." I go, "Jeez, you
straight people are so messed-up," as I think how messed-up I am over the
Robby/Ryan dilemma. He goes, "No we're not! We're teenagers, that's all." I
go, "Oh," and we finish our smoke silently thinking our own thoughts. I'm
not going to worry about the moms' secret and I'm not going to worry about
my secret for them. That's for later tonight; instead I'll worry about how
Ryan and I are going to act around Robby this afternoon, and I'll worry
that Ryan and me are being disloyal to our mutual boyfriend, who we both
love. Could my life get anymore confusing? Chubby says goodbye to the moms
and me, then takes off for his summit meeting with his ex-girlfriend who he
hated until she called him and indicated Chubby's right about something he
doesn't even remember; the same something that they split-up over. Nothing
unusual there. I text Robby: 'Can you pick me up?' Robby texts right back:
'I'm picking-up both of my twin boyfriends, I'll get you first 'cause
you're #1. Miss ya! Love, Robby.' That gives me a guilty conscience right
there, and I thought I was over those guilty things. Then I wander into my
bedroom thinking I need to get cleaned up a little. In the bathroom doing
that, I'm thinking about how hot Ryan is; Robby too of course.

On the front step a little later, smoking my third cigarette of the day,
Robby's pickup comes around the corner and I get a nervous guilty feeling
in the pit of my stomach. Robby's alone of course; he'll be picking-up his
other boyfriend after me... number one boyfriend first, and then number
two. A goofy thought enters my mind, 'I wonder if Robby actually thinks of
us as number one and number two? Well I guess he does since he mentioned
I'm number one on the phone a little while ago. Ryan lives the same
distance from Robby as I do, so that's not really a factor as to who gets
picked-up first.' Then I make a face at myself 'cause how vain can I be to
put emphasis on who Robby picks-up first? Well, it just shows I do care
that Robby loves me best. Robby and me are going to be together forever so
what am I worried about. As I scamper down the steps to the pickup my
emotions are high 'cause Robby's so hot and I love him; my guilty
conscience about Ryan will probably have me overdoing it with Robby, which
is exactly what happens. I go to the driver's side window and gush, "I've
been missing you Robby. Can I have a kiss?" He asks, "Right here?" as I
lean my head through the window, I say, "Right here, Robby." He smiles and
cups behind my head to give me a juicy kiss. Both my arms go around his
neck and our tongues meet for an awesome French kiss that last thirty
seconds with a few drivers in cars driving by honking their horn at us. Our
kiss breaks off while I'm groping my junk. Robby says, "Damn, I love this
new Dylan! You don't know how happy it makes me that you're so hot for me
now. I've always been hot for you, of course, and now you're finally hot
for me too. Awesome! Maybe we need to both thank Ryan because somehow with
him in the picture you and me are more in love then ever. Ain't it great?"
I nod my head up and down real fast like my twin does, saying, "Fantastic,
Robby!" He goes, "You're getting that excitable way of answering me, just
like Ryan does it. You two are so funny, it's like you are twins. I gotta
thank you for coming up with the 'twin boyfriend' thing too. It gives me a
boner thinking about my twins. Come on, get in the car and we'll pick your
twin up." I run around the pickup and get in the passenger side. As I
getting my seat belt on, Robby asks, "I know we're not doing the kiss and
tell thing anymore, but let me just asks you this: was your twin happy last
night?" I go, "Yeah, we were both happy." Robby pulls away from the curb,
saying, "Excellent. That tells me all I need to know. Now admit it, Dyan;
wasn't I right about Ryan?" I go, "One hundred percent, Robby." He smirks,
"I manage to get something right once in a while. Do ya think there's a
chance we can keep our, um, sex on the side just in our little group?" I
rub my nose, gulp, and mutter, "Yeah, there's a pretty good chance the vast
majority of it can be kept in house.  Yep, un huh." I'm nodding my head
real fast again just like you know who. "Really?" Robby asks, and I do
Ryan's head bobbing a third time without even thinking about. "Yeah,
really, but you said we aren't gonna be, ya know, be sharing our sex on the
side stuff this summer, so...." Robby's like, "Oh, I'm not fishing for
information, but you saying the vast majority of your side sex being with
my other boyfriend just makes me feel like I worked out a damn good plan
for all three of us. You two get along pretty damn good now, right?" I go,
"Oh yeah, it's pretty good alright," maybe a little too
enthusiastically. He looks at me, skeptically, "I'm not probing or grilling
you, I'm really not, but you really feel most of your alley-catting around
will be with my other boyfriend?" I say, "There's a very good chance of
that, Robby, but aren't you afraid we'll fall for each other if we're kinda
into steady sex, um, buddies' type sex?" He goes, "It's funny, Dylan, but
lately you're showing me so much, ahh, I guess I could call it devotion;
something like that. It feels to me that you're more in love with me than
ever and you've told me that too; plus, you tell me I'm really hot, so I
guess I'm kinda confident I'm doing things pretty much the right way. Oh,
and Ryan's maybe even more devoted to me, so... ya know, I'm not worried
about you twins falling in love and leaving me as the odd man out. In fact,
having twin boyfriends has resulted in you both being in love with me
more. I'd be lying if I didn't admit how awesome it makes me feel, and I'm
trying not to get a big head about it, but it's incredibly flattering. It's
built my confidence up too, and you're heart to heart talk with me did a
lot to bring me back down to earth, so it's all good. Hell, fall in love if
you twins want to; I love both of you so I'd be a hypocrite resenting you
two loving each other."

Robby has this naive aspect to him, like what he just said. He's a
wonderful boy, no doubt about that, and I'd like to hug and kiss him right
now, but he's naive too; or maybe it's an innocence quality more than
naive. I don't know, but he's very lovable and I can see why Ryan fell in
love with him. I mean, what the hell, I did too. Spending this short time
with Robby has sort of talked me in off the ledge about Ryan and me. I can
see my love for Robby's the same as it was yesterday morning, which is a
very deep love like never before, and I also see how I'm over emphasizing,
in my mind, the heat between Ryan and me. It was more like a spike in
sexiness, than anything else. We both felt it at the same time and it's
probably not a long range thing at all. In fact I'm sure it isn't . It'd be
really hard to sustain that level of heat with anyone; hell, it'd be
impossible. Still, what a hot time it was with Ryan and me when we were in
that spike of deep heat! He is cute and sexy though, I'm not backtracking
on that; it's just that I'm able to put things in perspective with a little
time, which is another sign I'm growing up and maybe maturing some
too. Robby asks, "What shall we do this afternoon, Dylan? Is the mall
alright?" I go, "Sure, the mall scene still rocks for me." He goes, "Maybe
we'll run ourselves into another party too... haha." I go, "Oh, I need to
stay in tonight for the same reason you stayed in last night; a family
commitment thing. A welcome home dinner actually, and I'm 'coming out' then
too, although I'm a little nervous about it." Robby asks seriously, "Do you
wish you weren't gay?" I go, "No way, Robby. Not when you're my boyfriend,
and you know... Ryan's a great twin boyfriend too. You were totally right
about that." Robby glances at me, but doesn't comment about Ryan, he says
instead, "I know I'm not the least bit sorry I'm gay. Last night I wimped
out from coming out though, but I won't wimp out tonight at the dinner
table." I go, "Ya better not because I'm not, and I'm telling the moms that
you're my boyfriend too. That's the whole point; you know, so we can be
open about being boyfriends. Ya haven't changed you mind, have you?" Robby
says, "No, but it sort of stuck in my throat last night, that's
all. Tonight I'm doing it. Dodger was pissed I wimped out last night, but I
told him to wait and see what it's like when it's his turn." I say, "We're
making a bigger deal out of it then we probably should, but it does involve
dealing with the unknown. We can't be positive the parents won't be
disappointed in us, or god forbid, ashamed of it. Once it comes out of our
mouths it can't be put back in." Robby goes, "I'm doing it, don't worry." I
say, "I'm not worried, Robby, I have total faith in you." He looks at me
and goes, "The really scary thing to me is how much I love you. It's
overwhelming at times!" Okay, that did it, I gotta get my infatuation with
Ryan under control. He and I will talk it out 'cause neither of us wants to
hurt Robby.

We pull up to Ryan's house and I'm like, "He lives here?" It's a big house,
although not to the extent Willie's is big. I didn't even know there was a
section like this in Natick. Extremely big houses up and down the street,
reeking of money. Ryan said his parents were well off, but I didn't expect
this. Ryan's house is an significant upscale compared to Robby's, like
Robby's place is significantly upscale as compared to Chubby's and my
little condos. Robby blows the horn and we wait. After a minute Robby blows
the horn again, but no Ryan. He asks me, "Would you mind, Dylan? Ya know,
ringing the doorbell. He could be in the kitchen in the back of his house
and didn't even hear the horn." I go, "You've been inside?" Robby looks
uncomfortable when he says, "Yeah, a number of times to, you know, do what
we don't discuss anymore." I feel a stab of jealousy, but it passes
quickly. Ryan is Robby's boyfriend on the side just like I have my various
ones, and he has as much right to them as I do. Nodding my head, I mutter,
"Oh, sure, I'll run up. Be back in a second." Out of the pickup I get a
strange feeling of... what? Anticipation? My breathing isn't normal and my
dick is moving around. Goddammit! I am not excited just because I'm going
to see Ryan; I won't let myself get that way! I don't want to encourage
further out of control heat between Ryan and me. Last night and this
morning was merely a momentary lapse of judgement between both of us. The
perfect storm thing; we were both unnaturally hot at the same time and
egged each other on without thinking clearly. Ya let your dick do the
thinking and that leads to trouble. No reason Ryan and I can't have sex on
the side; hell, Robby prefers it that way, but we don't need to be crazy
about it. And I'm really going to try sticking to just Ryan and Robby like
I inferred to Robby. I like our three way, although it certainly is unique,
fer sure. I look back at Robby in the driveway about fifty feet away. No
wonder Ryan didn't hear the horn. They got a helluva long brick walkway
leading from the road to the front door. Pushing the doorbell next to their
large front door I hear chimes, instead of a bell. The door opens
immediately and Ryan's there. He breathlessly asks, "Could you come in for
a second, Dylan?" I go, "Sure, how ya doing, sexy?" Damn, I shouldn't have
called him that. The door closes behind me and we look into each other's
eyes with our lips parted; we're almost panting. Still breathless, he asks
quietly, "Did you tell Robby about us?" In a fog, drinking Ryan in, I shake
my head 'no' slowly. Ryan licks his lips as we continue staring into each
other's eyes and there's hunger in Ryan's and a hunger for him in my
heart. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as we come together with our arms
and hands caressing each other and we get into a passionate make out that's
totally out of control. Our teeth scrape together as our tongues busily
move against one another and a heat raises in me like a volcano
erupting. In thirty seconds my cock is poking out the lap of my sweatpants,
bumping into Ryan's boner in his pants. My hands are all over his head as
he massages my back. Our faces squish together and we both lick each
other's face like crazy canines. Ryan's aroma drives me mad and I want him
to fuck me so badly I'm making pathetic sounds, whimpering sounds like I'm
in pain. He drops his hands and pulls down my pants as I do the same with
his. Ryan turns me around and fucks me quicker than rabbits fuck, matching
my desperate quiet sounds of erotic pleasure with his own. He pounds his
long cock up my ass pulling me into his thrusts with a too tight grip at my
hips. I find myself bending at the waist to feel the full thrusts of his
boner as it moves up and back in my ass. Grunting and groaning Ryan
desperately fucks me; my boner sticks straight out from my body throbbing
and stretching until I'm afraid the skin will split. In no more than three
minutes Ryan fucks a violent stream of cum from my nuts; bending over like
I am, the cum splatters against the front door spraying my chin on the way
by. Ryan gasps a long sigh of relief as his cum gushes up my ass ten
seconds later. I'm feeling a great sense of relief and pleasure with my
whole body tingling, Ryan's scent fills my head and it's overwhelming, and
causing a wave of dizziness to fly through my brain. I'm so hot for him I
feel like crying and I wish he could fucks me again right now! Making
sounds of ecstasy little Ryan plows his big dick in my cum filled ass for
another half minute, then he pulls his cock out of my ass with the lips of
my anus holding tightly around his cock, desperately trying to hold it in
me. I straighten up, still moaning, as both of us strokes our cocks. I'm
staring at his still hard cock, gasping, "Can I suck it, Ryan?" He's
gasping too, "I wish, Dylan, but come on," as he grabs my hand and leads me
into a powder room off the foyer where we grab hand towels and clean
ourselves the best we can. My rectum's filled with Ryan's cum. We're still
breathing hard doing everything fast. He puts a handful of very soft
tissues in my jockey shorts and pulls them up for me, saying, "Go back and
tell Rob I fell asleep causing this delay, but I'll be right out. Okay?" I
say, "Good plan, but your front door is drooling cum" He says, "I'll clean
it and..." and, just like that, we're back into a passionate lovers'
kiss. It breaks off and Ryan pats my back, saying, "Act cool, Dylan, " I
nod, in a fog of lust, as he adds, "I'm madly in love with you. We'll talk,
okay?" Again I have the thought that I'd like to go to bed with him and
stay there with him fucking me for a week.

Outside the house I'm in a daze, my body's still tingling from that wild
fuck, and Ryan's scent still fills my head, I can taste his saliva in my
mouth and feel his perfect tongue on mine, as his cum slushes in my ass. I
grin thinking of his fogged up little glasses on his cute nose, and his
sexy face and body are are in my head as well; that's what I'm thinking
about as I stand stupidly right outside Ryan's front door. Then, looking
up, I see Robby in the pickup and my head starts to clear. He's spreading
his hands, like, "What the fuck's the holdup?" Robby doesn't have a clue
what's happened once he got the ball rolling between Ryan and me. His twins
are in lust, and maybe love, for each other; a volcanically hot love
affair. Taking deep breaths and following Ryan's advice, I'm almost calm by
the time I get back to the pickup, except my heart is still pounding
fast. It all happened so fast just now that I haven't processed it all
yet. Trying to seem normal, I lean on the passenger window frame and say,
"He fell asleep. He's getting it together and will be right out." Robby
asks, "How late were you guys up last night. What time did ya split up?" I
go, "We split up pretty early actually," which is only a little white lie
because we did split up early, but early morning, not early in the
night. Ryan's saliva is drying stiffly on my face and I wonder if it's
noticeable. Fortunately my forehead's sweaty so I wipe the sweat from my
forehead over my face, muttering, "It's hot." Robby frowns looking at the
outside temperature gage in his truck, "It's seventy-four degrees, that's
not hot." I go, "It is when you walk a half mile to his house and back."
Robby laughs, "Yeah it's a long front walk. Did ya see much of the house?
It's pretty awesome." I go, "No, just the foyer, and I used the power room
for a minute too, but what I could see is uber nice." He goes, "You should
see Ryan's bedroom," then he grimaces, mumbling, "Sorry. I shouldn't
have..." I interrupt with, "That's okay, no problem," and we hear the front
door close and Ryan's then running down the walkway towards us. I purposely
don't look at him because I do not need another boner poking out the front
of my pants. That little guy is fucking hot! Ryan rubs my back when he
reaches the pickup. I bite my bottom lip at the feel of his hand, and
shudder as I open the door for him. He gets in the middle and kisses Robby
hello, explaining, "No one's home," meaning it's safe to kiss in front of
his house, and to give me a quick hot fuck in the foyer too. I get in just
as Ryan's giving Robby his second 'hello' kiss and then Ryan kisses me
'hello', his lips feeling wonderful. As soon as we get our seat belts
buckled Ryan's hand holds mine between our thighs, out of Robby's
sight. Robby comments on Ryan falling asleep in the middle of the day, and
Ryan says, "Everything caught up with me, Rob. Relief too, you know, that
the semester's over and I did pretty good grades-wise, and every other way
too. It's been the best year of my life, and you made it possible, Rob. I
love you," and I know he does too. Robby smiles, mumbling, "Not in front of
your twin," meaning, no mushy talk of love. I go, "That's okay, I love you
too, Rob," and Robby looks at me with a happy grin on his face, imitating
me calling him 'Rob'. I mumble, "I meant to say 'Robby', but I guess my
twin, Ryan, is rubbing off on me. Ryan squeezes my hand and I try
concentrating on being in a cold shower, but I can't resist squeezing
back. Leaning into my side, Ryan's scent's is all around me and my mind
drifts to our fast fuck inside his front door. Orgasms in three minutes;
jeez, we're like Connor now. It's just that we can't control ourselves when
we're with each other. That was so amazing and it makes me think about that
time Robby slipped up and fucked Ryan when it was my turn with Robby.  Ryan
might have had the same affect on Robby that time, the same affect that
Ryan now has on me. Yeah, except Robby's doing the fucking with those two
and it's the reverse for Ryan and me. Not that I want it any other
way. Hard to believe Ryan's always been the submissive bottom in sex, but I
totally believe that he has been, and still is with Robby. Him being the
top for us just might be why he's been so hot for me. Maybe that's the
whole reason he's hot for me, because I let him fuck me, and he's
discovered it gives him awesome orgasms. So that explains maybe why he's
hot for me, but what's my excuse? I can't begin to explain it. I am really
hot for him though, and that's all I know.

During the drive to the mall Robby asks Ryan what he's doing tonight,
explaining I need to be with my family. Ryan looks at me, "Ya can't come
out tonight, Dylan?" I explain our family dinner and also tell him about me
coming 'out' to my mom and so forth. He goes, "Wow, you're brave". Robby
says, "Dylan and I are both coming out tonight. Have you ever thought about
it?" Ryan makes a face saying, "No, I'm chicken. What are we doing tonight,
Robby?" Robby goes, "What do ya wanna do?" Ryan looks at me, then over to
Robby, "You know very well what I wanna do with you tonight, Rob," and
Robby laughs, going, "Not in front of your twin." I don't feel jealous this
time, or maybe I do but for the opposite reason; I'm maybe jealous for the
reverse reason I usually feel jealous when my boyfriend and twin have sex
together. I keep my mouth shut though, and listen to them decide what else
they're going to do in addition to 'that'. We smoke a cigarette walking
through the parking lot with a twin on either side of our boyfriend and at
one point, after we've flicked our cigarettes away, Robby gets an arm
around Ryan's and my neck pulling our heads to his, saying, "I love both of
you and I love that you've become close too. This is going to be the best
summer of my life," and he kisses the side of my face and then the side of
Ryan's. Ryan and I have an arm around Robby's waist while he's doing that
and our hands clasp each other's forearm. Just feeling his hand on me,
anywhere, is a turn on for me. Man, this is so odd! We mumble, "Love you
too, Robby," and we do too.

Inside the mall Robby buys us all hotdogs and Cokes at the Fenway stand and
us twins exchange glances because Robby doesn't throw money around like
this usually. Sitting down eating the hotdogs at a vacant table, Robby
goes, "Yum," as Ryan and I are again staring into each other's eyes. We
both mutter, "Thanks for the hotdog, Rob." I say 'Rob' too although I meant
to say 'Robby', but I seem to be adopting my twin's habit of calling him
'Rob'. I've already caught myself doing Ryan's fast head shake, and Robby's
said a number of times that I'm becoming like an identical twin of Ryan's,
for real. I'm not doing it on purpose, it's like I can't help myself. Ryan
hasn't noticed my behavior mimicking his yet, or at least he hasn't
mentioned it, and I'm going to make a concerted effort to stop doing
it. Finished out hotdogs we drink our Cokes talking about Monday, our first
day at work. Robby says, "I've got a half day's supervisor's indoctrination
meeting tomorrow." I ask, "On a Sunday?" Robby says, "Yeah, it was suppose
to be today, but dad had another commitment. Anyway, do you guys want to
hang out together while I'm at the meeting?" Ryan says, "I'll have my mom's
car. Ya wanna do something, Dylan?" I go, "Well, I have a weekly brunch
with the family on Sundays, but it's over by one o'clock." Robby goes,
"It's always an awesome brunch too. Wish I wasn't gonna be in a meeting
from twelve to four or five." Ryan says, "I'll pick you up at one
o'clock. Okay, Dylan?" I go, "Sure thing, twin," and Robby goes, "This is
so awesome! We'll be lovers and best friends at the same time. You're both
wonderful.  God, I'm lucky." Ryan and I exchange guilty looks, but quickly
look away. The heat between Ryan and me doesn't let up all day and I can't
believe Robby isn't picking-up on it, but he's so happy we're all friends
hanging out together that he's apparently concentrating on that.  We run
into guys we went to Framingham High with and compare lies about our
freshman years in the various colleges we're going to, and then have some
laughs about stunts we pulled back in high school. Then Ryan runs into guys
he went to Natick high with and he seems popular enough, and why shouldn't
he be. Then this older guy, from a group of older guys spots Ryan and
wiggles his index finger at Ryan, who says to Robby and me, "Excuse me for
a second," and he hurries over to the macho guy who wiggled his
finger. Robby and I exchange glances watching the interaction between Ryan
and macho man, who appears to be about twenty-one or twenty-two. Ryan's
body language is unmistakably submissive as macho man holds Ryan's chin
like Willie sometimes does to me, between the guy's thumb and
forefinger. The forefinger on top of Ryan's chin and the thumb under it
lifting Ryan's face to look into macho man's eyes. Robby goes, "Guess
that's one of Ryan's past dominant sex buddies. Ya wanna help me kick his
ass?" Robby's serious, so I say, "Let's wait to see if he does anything to
humiliate Ryan first. If he does I'm with you, Rob." Dammit, I said 'Rob'
again. Macho man's done with Ryan quickly though, he pats Ryan's cheek and
dismisses him. Ryan comes back to us blushing with his head down. He
mutters, "Sorry guys. That's Nathan, my last dom. He told me to call him."
Robby says, "Are you gonna call him?" Ryan says, "Absolutely not, but he'll
probably kick my ass the next time he sees me 'cause I didn't call. I don't
care though, I'm not calling him, period." Robby says, "He won't kick your
ass if Dylan and I are with ya, you can be sure of that." Ryan looks at
Robby, then me, asking, "Really?" I nod my head and Robby says, "Really."

We forget about that and goof on each other for awhile, then get ice cream
cones and later have a smoke in the parking lot leaning against Robby's
pickup, enjoying each other's company. It's been a fun afternoon. As the
day progressed Ryan and I managed to contained most of our hots for each
other and concentrated on our hots for Robby. It's five-thirty though, so I
need to get home. Robby drives me home first and I'm sure they'll make
their plans for tonight after dropping me off, but I'm not holding that
against them. It's confusing and bizarre, but it is what it is. Walking up
the steps I stop and look back at them in the pickup and Ryan blows me a
kiss, then a big wave. Okay, he'll get fucked tonight and then there's
tomorrow, when Robby's in his meeting, and Ryan will give me a hot dominant
fuck, not like the quickies he's giving me since the last dominant
one. Jesus, our last sub/dom fuck was just yesterday afternoon, and he's
fucked me fast three times since then. And then there's our first day on
Robby's grass cutting crew the day after tomorrow. But first, what do the
moms have to tell Chubby and me, and will I be able to get out that I'm gay
to them tonight? I sure hope so, and Robby better do the same too.

The End (Of Dylan's Freshman Year)

Coming soon: "Dylan's Summer Vacation II"

      Before that is the epilogue to this series for all the answers and
description of how it all turns out. It won't be posted as it's for my
loyal readers as a thank you to the guys who have encouraged me throughout
the series, but if anyone else cares to read it, tell me and I'll email a
copy to you too.

Donny Mumford   thinat20@yahoo.com

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