Date: Sun, 11 Dec 2016 01:35:40 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE Chapter  19

Chapter  19

by  Donny Mumford


Robby  and I get out of bed a little after ten o'clock Monday morning,
ready and  able to begin this third week of our junior year. We're in no  rush
this morning because our first and only class of the day  isn't until one
o'clock. We set-up our course schedule so we'd be  able to sleep late Monday
mornings when necessary. College weekend  activities often include overdoing
some form of alcoholic beverages. That's  just the way it is, but we're
feeling good because we hung around the  apartment all day Sunday watching
football on TV while imbibing nothing  stronger than soft drinks and iced tea.

Prior  to my college days, Monday morning was my least-liked day of the
week. There was an entire week of long days at school to deal  with. And I
mean all day beginning around eight o'clock in the morning and  going until
about three o'clock in the afternoon, basically fucking up the whole  day.

Higher education, on the other hand, takes a more  sensible approach by
affording a student a greater latitude  in choosing the courses, the times, and the
frequency one needs to show up  for classes. For example, we signed up for
only the one  o'clock class today, and therefore Mondays are easy days
instead of  intimidating ones. Sure, we have three classes on Tuesdays,
Wednesdays, and  Thursdays, but they're more manageable because we had an easy Monday.

Then on  Fridays we have an early class and after that the rest of the day
is  ours; it's like three day weekends every weekend. Smart!
In  addition to not worrying about it being Monday, I'm feeling good about
the excellent sexy weekend I had with Rob. I've also mended  fences with
Ryan. He and I came to an agreement on Friday. I haven't liked  the awkward
situation we found ourselves in previously so I  accommodated him on a  few
things. Frankly I'm beginning to feel it's a bit tedious  accommodating his
mood swings. My attempt at reconciling with  him started off contentious and
argumentative, but then  concessions were made, mostly by me, and we finished
up with  sub/dom sex to seal the deal. So yeah, a bit of a bumpy ride at
first, but we came to an understanding that we're okay with. I'd promised
myself I wouldn't continue to be the first one to call or text, but  relented
and agreed it's my job to call and/or text him and check in,  say 'Hi', and
maybe make plans to get together. It remains to be seen  if that's enough to
satisfy Ryan long term. I never know with him. Like I said,  it's getting a
bit tedious dealing with his revolving mood  swings.

It's a  fact that there's a hierarchy in organizations from the top  person
on down, and in our relationship the hierarchy is Ryan as number  one, and
me number two. Otherwise he's unhappy. That's just the way it is, and  I'm
okay with it. We couldn't have a relationship with any other hierarchy. Ryan
assumed the number one spot soon after we met, and that's how he sees
himself.  Actually I see him that way too because I don't give a shit about being
number  one; it's an ego thing for him. I also see Robby as number one, but
it's a much different situation  because he's accepted the leader role
although  initially reluctant. Only within the last year agreeing to be the
head  of our household. So it's like this: Ryan insists he's the boss while Rob
had to be talked into it. Very different things.

Chubby  wouldn't be happy hearing me describe my relationship with Rob and
Ryan that  way, but I'd describe Chubby's and my relationship the exact same
way.  After saying that, the word hierarchy has never been  spoken out loud
by any of us. It's an unspoken fact in almost  every relationship though,
personal or work related. With Ryan, he  insists on it while Robby
reluctantly acknowledges it with  qualifiers, and Chubby would laugh it off as
preposterous, and  yet there it is. I don't see myself as a second class citizen at
all. I know I'm at least on par with all three of them, but I defer to all
of  them for  the sake of harmony, and because I'm flexible and a good
rationalizer,  plus I know in my heart if I really wanted something from any of
those  three they'd give in to me. I do my best work behind the scenes you
might say,  whispering good advice in the ears of the number ones, and I
continue  whispering the good advice until it's finally accepted.

What  I'm baffled  by so far is why Ryan's transferring to a Georgia
university. As far as I can tell his primary reason for the transfer has
something to do with me not being more like Danny, of Marietta fame. Get serious
though, he must have a better reason than that. Something to do with  his
parents perhaps, or maybe Ryan doesn't know himself why he wants  to transfer.

That wouldn't surprise me because since returning to college I  don't think
Ryan knows what he wants. His ego, or lack  of ego, definitely is involved
to some degree. Yeah, well, there are  still quite a few weeks left in this
semester, so he's got time  to change his mind. I don't want him to go, but I
also don't want to feel  obligated to continue with the Marietta haircuts
and things of that sort.  That was basically the gist of our discussion last
Friday. Really  goofy, but then Ryan's been a bit goofy the entire three
weeks of junior  year. Have I mentioned it's getting tedious trying to appease
him? So, I'm  thinking about all this stuff while making scrambled eggs  for
breakfast. Most aspects of my life, while not perfect, are pretty  much
under control, and I'm happy.

Rob and  I eat breakfast discussing things and concluding pretty much what
I  concluded about my own feelings: not everything is perfect,  but things
are pretty much under control. We feel pretty good  about everything,
especially us. Then today unfolds very much like last  Monday. We have our class,
do assignments for the class in the library, and  then we both go to the
ballpark where I watch some of the baseball team's  practice from the bleachers,
talking with Robby's girl posse: Frankie, Beth  and Tootsie Roll. This is
the third and last week of formal fall baseball  practice. When Daryl texts
me, I join him at his dorm and change into clothes  appropriate for running.

Knowing what to expect this Monday, unlike last  Monday, I brought a change
of clothes with me in my backpack. Pony and  I do the three mile run, then
workout in the fitness center. The final part of  our daily workout we do in
the apartment. Pony sucks my cock, I spank his  ass, then fuck his smacked
ass hard. Except for having the three  classes Tuesday through Thursday, our
schedule pretty much follows Monday's  schedule. We're in a routine now
which is a good thing. So it's been mostly  a typical week with only minor
differences from last week. Tuesday was different  because I spent some time with
Ryan instead of watching baseball  practice.

On  Fridays Robby and I have different courses and his class begins an hour
before mine. Friday's class is the one I have with Ryan. After class, like
last Friday, Robby expects I'll be hanging-out with Ryan for part of  the
day. Furthermore, I assume he assumes Ryan and I will probably engage  in
some form of buddy sex. Robby's obviously not thrilled about that,  but he's
okay with it. Last Friday Rob hung out with Frankie all  afternoon, and he
might do that again since she's become a friend of his  like Danny Monday and
Golden Summers are friends of his. Rob's first  girl friend, as in  a girl
who is his friend, you might  say. Danny inadvertently told me at the frat
party  that he and Rob occasionally engaged in buddy sex, and while  I'm not
thrilled about that, the way Rob isn't thrilled about Ryan and  me, I'm okay
with it. It's our arrangement. It's worked  for Robby and me from when we
first became boyfriends. We intend having a  monogamous love affair beginning
our senior year, but that's a year from now.  Senior year we'll follow the
plans about marriage proposed by Rob  a year ago when we prematurely became
secretly engaged. The  secret lasted about a long as the engagement. We
nullified the  engagement as soon as we realized we weren't mature enough yet to
pull  it off, but we expect to be mature enough by next year. Rob's an
optimist,  you might say.

So,  like I said, the week played out without any big surprises for Rob or
me. The only exceptions being, we couldn't always complete all of the
day's assignments in the library, so we did the rest of it in the apartment
after Rob's baseball practice. The other exception didn't effect Rob.  To
pacify Ryan, I texted him and he texted back on Tuesday that  he wanted to see me
before I went to the ballpark. In compliance with  our relationship's
hierarchy, I texted back, 'Sure, Ryan, I'll be  there.'  So I showed up at his
dorm right after my last class  of the day. He pulled me inside with a grin on
his face and gave me a sexy kiss.  Then he told me he's horny for me, but
we don't have  the luxury of lots of time. We have a half hour before his
roommate, Steve's, last class ends. I'm nodding my head agreeing that  some
quick buddy sex is a good use of the time.

I take  off my back pack and after a minute or two of small talk, he asked
me  if I've given any thought to when I might want his specialty Marietta
haircut.  Well fuck that! I got pissed-off and told him we talked this out
last Friday. We  had some back and forth on the subject with Ryan being calm,
cool, and  collected, so it wasn't actually an argument. Somehow he got me to
promise  I'd get that haircut one last time before he transfers, but not
now. In the back  of my mind I figure I can promise that because I'm thinking
he'll change  his mind about the transfer anyway. You know, since things are
looking up  for our relationship. I've already sort of disregarded parts of
Chubby's advice about Ryan, but I've got like this thing for Ryan that I'm
not ready to just throw away... not yet I'm not. I mean, he's sexy hot and
even  his voice causes a buzzing in my nuts; it's almost hypnotic when he
talks in  earnest about something, like the stupid haircut which for him is
a metaphor for him being in-charge of moi. Which is why I gave my word he
can do the haircut before he leaves. He was smugly contented with  that as
the word tedious buzzed around in my brain  again.

When  that was settled to his satisfaction, he pulled my jeans and
underwear  down to my knees. I did the same to his jeans and underwear and we leaned
into each other making-out with our cocks rubbing together. His scent got
in my head and my dick boned-up quickly. Ryan reached over to stroked my
dick a  few times, then told me to get on my knees. I did that, picked up his
heavy  penis and sucked on the head for a minute or so, which is all it took
to finish off the boner that started growing during our make-out. Ryan
pulled me up off my knees with a fistful of my hair and, with a hard smack on
my  ass, he turns me around.  The slightly rough stuff established a bit of
dominance for a sub/dom  buddy fuck. So, we had our boners, our underwear
and pants were now  down around our ankles, and we're  standing like that with
my back to Ryan. He dragged the head of his  hard cock up and down my ass
crack a few times and when I felt  precum wetness I knew that big boy boner
was going to start it's trip  up my ass momentarily. We're both aroused as he
pushed at  the back of my head a couple of times so, doing my submissive
role, I meekly  asked, "Do you want me to lean over, or get on my hands and
knees." He smacked  my ass, WHACK!" and muttered, "Doggy style." I get down on
all  fours and he smacks my ass again, "WHACK! WHACK!" It hurt, but what
actually made me yelp was him humping the fat head of his  boner in past my
sphincter muscle. Jesus! It hurts like hell and I was  like, "Aaaah, shiiit!"

He smacked the side if my thigh three times, and pulled  the head out of my
ass, muttering, "Don't be a wimp, boy." His  rough talk is part of sub/dom
sex, the way he does it anyway
And  yeah, those smacks on my ass gave me a twinge of submissiveness which
allows me to concentrate on the sex. I glanced back and saw Ryan get a tube
of lube from his desk drawer. See, he's not cruel or mean; he smacks my
ass as  part of his dominant role, but he's considerate by using lubricant....

always a good idea. He should think of it more often! Even with the
lubricant there's still some pain when his big boner goes inside me. This  is
nothing like me sitting down on his fat pole last Friday and sliding all  the way
down, but  back then my submissive trance was a very deep one and the pain
was mostly ignored. With a light submissive sense like the one I was in
Tuesday, I complained to Ryan, "That hurts like a motherfucker, Ryan!"  That
got me two more slaps on the side of my ass, so I shut up after  that. Nobody
I know does dominant as good as  Ryan.

He  continued pushing his cock up my ass even after I complained, so I held
my  breath and concentrated on relaxing my ass muscles the way a good
submissive  sex partner is supposed to act. Finally, I felt him bump his  crotch
against my buttocks. It still hurts but not nearly as much  because the
lower parts of my rectum had relaxed by the time the head  had plowed it's way
eight inches up inside me. Anyway I was soon  sighing with relief when the
pain drifted away and enjoyed feeling totally  filled up to capacity back
there. What a feeling that is! Ryan leaned  against my buttocks, waiting a
minute to give me a break. When he heard  a moan of pleasure from me, "Ooh,
mmmm," he asked, "You okay, pussy boy?" I  nodded, "Uh huh." Name-calling by the
dom is part of the package. He  withdrew his boner slowly and pushed it back
in just fine, then I  shuddered a little when I felt his boner expand
inside me. I could only imagine  how good it must be feeling on his hard dick
Ryan  fucked me hard, my body rocking to and fro on my hands and knees. It
soon felt so good in my ass I moaned contentedly through the entire
six-minute fuck.  Ryan blew his load first. He was tight against my ass humping my
buttocks and  making an unusual, for him, loud, "AAAAH!" I felt the rush of
creamy wetness  flooding my bowels, then again, but by that time I was
gasping and humping  my hips, squealing at the cum that pumped out of my hard
cock. My boner was  up against my stomach and the stream of cum just missed my
chin, landing on the legs of the desk chair. I was shaking on my hands and
knees when another two good shots of cum followed the first. Then the
usual gasping for air, hearts pounding, and all those bodily  reactions that
occur when coming down off the high of climax. With a  big exhale Ryan pulled
his cock from my ass leaving it gaping open again.  He stepped around me,
saying, "Just a quick clean up, boy." He was still in  his dominant role
obviously. My minor submissive sense lingered and  then strengthened as I sucked
on his cock getting most of the cum off  of it. After that Ryan dropped the
dominant stuff and used Handi Wipes  to clean my ass. I put some tissues in
my underpants before  pulling them up tight, hoping the cum would get
absorbed, which it  did.

As  we're pulling up our pants, Ryan said, "That helped a lot. After last
Friday  I've been horny as a toad. You got my fires burning again." Something
like that,  and I remember thinking, 'Gee, does he mean he hasn't had any
other sex but  mine since leaving Marietta?'  I told him an afternoon
quickie was a great idea, to build him up a little. The truth is  though, it hurt
too much initially, and then the sex was too quick to  compensate for the
pain. My ass isn't used to a cock the size of Ryan's. In  Georgia he fucked me
a lot and my rectum got used to it, but after a ten-  week separation  it's
definitely not use to it now. Robby's cock is almost as fat as Ryan's,  but
half as long. It's Robby's cock that my rectum recognizes now and  can
quickly adjust to it. The kind of quickie type fuck we did on Tuesday  was
disappointing from my point of view, and not something I'd look forward  to
again.

With us  cleaned up and our pants back on, Ryan reminded me, "Again Friday
after  class, right, Dylan?" I nod, and he says, "I'll give you a really
dominant  experience then. Maybe we can do something before class too, but
definitely after class." I invited him to join the card game Friday night,  but
he said no thanks because there'll be too many guys there he won't know. It
was ten minutes before Steve and his friendly manner joined us
momentarily. We exchanged greetings, he dropped off his backpack, and  was gone again.

I wanted to leave too so I told Ryan about me  running three miles and
working out with a guy four or five days a  week. I invited Ryan to join us
doing that too, knowing he wouldn't, and he  didn't. A kiss goodbye and I jogged
over to Pony's dorm thinking  how Ryan's lost most of his social
interaction capabilities. I helped  him develop a social persona in Georgia, but it
obviously hasn't  carried over to college. He's only comfortable socially when
he's the big man,  the guy in charge like he is with Jeff and Timmy... and me
too, I guess. I'm  worried about Ryan because he seems to be regressing
back into his dark-mood  days, feeling inferior which I guessing is the reason
he desperately needs  to hold onto his in-charge status with me. Amateur
physiologist,  that's me.

Anyway,  other than that  Tuesday afternoon my week went almost exactly
like last week. We had the girls  over for dinner Wednesday night, and then
last night, Thursday night,  Frankie and Beth surprised us with way too much
Chinese take-out. I'm feeling a  little more relaxed around the girls now.

Mostly though it's those three  interacting: Robby, Frankie, and Beth. They're
big on goofing around and  laughing while mostly I'm just there with a
pleasant attitude, and always ready  to laugh along, even if sometimes it's a
little forced... my laughter, I  mean. Robby and I did have delicious sex every
day this week, at least  once, but usually twice and that made up a little
for me needing to share him  with the girls. Daryl and I are quickly becoming
good buddies. So, everything  considered, the first three weeks couldn't
have gone much better. There's  been some unexpected developments, but
basically it's mostly  good.

So  today, Friday morning, Robby gives me a kiss goodbye after parking at
Merrimack,  and then he's on his way to class. I have almost an hour before
class  so I saunter unhurriedly toward dormitory row. Ryan and I texted
yesterday  with him asking me to spend the free time I have before class with
him.  That's an improvement over what I did last Friday, which was walk around
chasing my tail for forty-five minutes. I feel okay about Ryan and me now,
notwithstanding Tuesday  disappointing quickie fuck. He's still tedious at
times, but compared to last  Friday my mood is a hundred percent better.

After saying that, I'm  strangely not feeling excited anticipation about the
sub/dom sex I expect  we'll do after class, and that's a little bit puzzling
to me.  Anticipating Ryan's sub/dom sex used to get me squirming with sexual
anticipation, and a lot of that just isn't there anymore.

His  roommate, Steve, answers the door as soon as I knock. We exchange
pleasantries, and inside the room I drop my backpack on Ryan's desk chair,
glancing at the barber toiletry kit still laying on his desk. I really need to
bring that with me when I leave after class. Steve tells me, "He got up
late so he's grumpy, rushing to take a shower. I'm gonna leave you to deal
with  him, Dylan, heh heh." I'm like, "No problem. Do you have a class now?" He
straightens the framed picture of his girlfriend on his desk, saying, "No,
no  classes today. I'm meeting some guys at the quad for one of  their
infamously inferior breakfast sandwiches." Walking out the  door, he goes, "Oh,
and thank you for giving those two guys haircuts.  I don't actually know
them, but I've seen them in the Quad once or  twice." Curious, I ask, "You
don't know them? Um, they mentioned your name," and  he goes, "Yeah, we
introduced ourselves. They overheard me talking to my  bud, Silas, about how you're
an awesome barber, and how you wouldn't  take any money for my haircut." I
go, "Huh, yeah but they said they knew  you. I assumed they were friends of
yours." He shrugs, "Well, I talked to them  for five minutes, but that's
about it. They're seniors and sorta looked  down their noses at Sy and me." I
go, "Well fuck me! I got punked, but it's not  your fault, Steve." He nods his
head, then shrugs, saying, "Um, about Silas. Do  you think you could...?"

Snorting out a laugh because, even with the  misunderstanding of the two
seniors conning me into free haircuts,  Steve still has the balls to manipulate
me into giving his friend a  free haircut. Thinking what a sap I am, I go,
"Yeah, sure, Steve. Have Silas  call me." He pats my back as Ryan slides past
him in the doorway wearing  only a towel around his waist, carrying his
toiletry  kit."

The  roommates bump fist in passing, then Ryan leans over and gives me a
smooch  on the lips, smiling and saying, "You always taste good!" He doesn't
seem  grumpy. He says, "Dylan, get me a pair of boxer shorts out of the top
drawer." The drawer is open, so I pick up the one on top as Ryan is neatly
draping the towel over the back of his desk chair, to dry I assume. With his
huge package swinging between his legs he pulls on the boxer shorts, then
gives  me a hug and a thirty second sexy kiss with lots of tongue. It leaves
me  sucking on my lips, tasting toothpaste, and adjusting my junk. Ryan's
combing his hair looking at a mirror that's hung on the inside  door of a
freestanding wardrobe, or armoire. Armoire is too fancy a word  for that cheap
looking imitation-wood piece of furniture. His clothes  are hung neatly
inside. Combing his bangs over to the side, he asks, "What  can I do with my
hair, Dylan? It looks so boring." I go, "It's that Super Cuts  haircut you
stupidly got instead of asking me for a haircut."  He  turns around grinning,
then puts his arms around the back of my neck, his face  close to mine,
saying, "Ahhh, you're jealous that I didn't let you give me  a haircut." I nod,
"Yeah, I am. I like giving you haircuts... and,  hey, why did you shave?" He
lets go of me leaving behind the scent of bath gel  and shampoo, saying,
"Oops, I forgot you liked the feel my beard on  your baby face, ha ha, you
nut." I mutter, "You do look younger after  you shave." He goes, "Anyway, I give
you my word of honor you'll be  the only barber I go to until I transfer."

I'm pleasantly surprised he  didn't turn this brief haircut conversation
into another tirade about giving  me the Marietta specialty haircut.

Apparently, since he got my promise  I'd go for it at least once before he leaves,
he's satisfied. It still  surprises me though. He's an unpredictable moody
fellow.

Still  fucking with his hair, he sees my reflection in the mirror as  I'm
staring at his hairy legs, and tells me, "Take your pants off. Take
everything off but your underwear and we'll mess around on my bed. I know you  like
rubbing your legs against my hairy ones.' I'm frowning at him wondering how
he comes up with the things he says, so he says, "Personally I hate  hairy
legs. Do you think I should shave mine?" I mumble, "No, your legs are
sexy." Not really feeling it, I get undressed because I'm intent  on eliminating
as many arguments with Ryan as possible. Dropping  my pants, then pulling
off my sweatshirt, I kick off my sneakers as Ryan flops  on his bed, a bed
narrower than a twin bed, but just as long.  More like a cot.

His  almost naked body is sexy hot with just the right amount of chest
hairs between  his pecs. I lie next to him and he chuckles, then drops his
pillow on my face,  rolling over on top of me. I smell him on the pillowcase
until he knocks the pillow off my face and kisses the top of my nose, then
he's very sweet saying complimentary things about me in between little  kisses
and lightly tracing the pad of his fingers over my facial features. This  is
lover's behavior and I'm uncomfortable with it coming from Ryan.  Our hot
sexy make-outs are only intended as foreplay, not lover's  make-outs. What
intrigues me about Ryan is the way he can be dominant and  rough, usually
without going too far with it, but that's got nothing to do with  this
affectionate lover's behavior he exhibiting now. I want to  experience being
submissive during sex with Ryan because it  increases my sexual arousal and
intensifies my orgasms. His affectionate  behavior this morning is never going to
bring on a submissive sense because it's  inappropriate. Yeah but, we just
recently reconnected and if I  now object to his show of affection it'll hurt
his feelings. It might  set us back to being awkward with each other again.

What to do? It's not like  his almost naked body on mine isn't sexy, because
it is, and he smells and looks  sexy to me too, so I'll go along with it for
now.

Then,  making matters worse, Ryan slides off me to lie on his back. His arm
goes behind  my neck pulling my head over to his, like Robby does. With
our foreheads  touching, he murmurs, "I hope you know how deeply in love with
you I am,  Dylan, but in case you don't, I wanted to say it straight out. I
feel  awful that I need to smack your ass so hard during my dominant sex.

What I  want to do is pamper you and adore you." Okay, that was too much. I
go, "Adore  me? Really?" He grins, "Wrong word, you're right that was creepy."

I take  this as an opportunity to try getting us on the right track. We're
not  lovers! We're sub/dom sex buddies giving each other sexual pleasure. We
can be  kissing gay friends if he needs that, but we're not lovers. I go,
"You know what  I adore about you?" He snickers, and goes, "No, what?"  I
say, "The way you can pull off being very dominant during sex  without being
offensive. You do it best." He likes hearing compliments,  especially because
I don't think he's heard many from his parents, ever.  Frankly, I'm dying to
ask him if he's adopted, except he might not know  himself.

Ryan  goes, "I used to love submissive sex myself, being the submissive
bottom, you know. I've told you about that, right?" I'm like, "Yeah,  but you
always did it with the wrong doms. That's why I'm lucky to be  able to have
safe sub/dom sex with you." He goes, "Yeah, I was unlucky. So, you  think I
do dominant really good, huh?" I go, "Yep, you do it about  as good as it
gets, Ryan." He's nodding his head, looking pleased with himself,  "Well,
we'll have an opportunity to do that after class." I'm like, "Well,  for now let
me rub my legs against yours a few times before we leave for class."  He
laughs as I rub his hairy legs with my hairless ones, then I reach  down and
rub my fingers lightly through the curly fine hairs on his calves.  He has
zero hair on his thighs, which is a good thing. I don't like hair on  guy's
thighs. That's too hairy.

Successfully  getting him off his affectionate behavior, Ryan now says,
"This is turning me on," and I'm like, "Me too." We're lying on top of the
covers with me rubbing up and down his leg with my hand. I can hardly feel the
hairs they're so fine, and soft, and curly. He has nice looking legs for a
guy.  He groans, "You're getting me really aroused now," and he pulls his
cock through the slit in front of his boxer shorts. I look up, "Um, do we
have  time for this, Ryan?" Turning on the dominance, he goes, "Just get up
here and  suck me off." Holy shit, my cock tightens right up. I'm so gay, I've
always  liked sucking on a guy's sex organ. Reaching up, I take his cock in
my  fingers, then get between his legs and suck the fat head of his
slightly firm  cock into my mouth while still rubbing my right calf up and down his
left one. So fucking sexy! After sucking the head for a little bit, I take
some shaft in my mouth to tongue and suck all around it. Soon my spit  is
drooling down my chin and I'm making slurping wet mouth sucking-sounds.

Slurping on his cock gets me very sexually aroused while, at the  same time,
I'm inhaling his scent and it all makes me moan, "Mmmm," around  his big hard
cock. My smaller one grows hard and lifts tightly  up against my belly. Wow,
feels so good!
When  fully boned-up his cock is too long and fat to get more than three
inches of it in my mouth. As my sucking and licking continue on the swollen
three inches, Ryan's making little gasping sounds and moving his ass  on the
bed, running his fingers through my hair. After maybe two  minutes, he
says, "Keep it in your mouth while I get you on your back."  He's strong and he
sort of rolls me to  the left, almost falling off the bed until Ryan grabs
the other side of the  mattress pulling us over to the middle. His cock
pulled out of my mouth with my  teeth scraping down the shaft. Ryan lifts my legs
and spanks my ass a few  times.

With my  ass stinging, he drops my legs and straddles my body, his crotch
over  my face and a knee on either side of me. Opening my mouth, his cock
slides  in on my tongue as I grip my fist around the lowest five inches of
shaft, stroking his boner and slurping on the head again. Ryan groans,  then
puts his hand on my forehead and pushes my head back as far as it'll go. He
lifts up slightly, and forces that fat cock head past my gag reflex area and
into my throat. This is nothing new as he deep throated me almost every day
in Georgia, but after all this time I'm not used to it. I'm gagging,
breathing noisily through my nose, and struggling under him. His hard  cock goes
all the way down until his pubic hairs cover my nose to  below my chin. I
can't breathe so I  struggle harder, pushing at him, but he won't lift up.

After like fifteen  or twenty seconds I panic and my whole body is struggling
mightily to  flop him off me, as he's saying sternly, "Relax boy or you'll
get another  spanking. Take all of your man's big cock in your throat." My
face is dark  red as I continue trying desperately to get him off me. Then
claustrophobia slides over me and that's a horrible feeling so I struggle all
the harder. Ryan's like, "Stop struggling!" and he yanks on  a fistful my
hair hard, then another hard pull at my hair and  just like that a deep
submissive trance slides over my brain and I  go docile, totally dominated and
into a deep submissive trance. He  rubs my head, still leaving his cock fully
down my throat, cooing, "That's my  good boy. You know who your real man is
now, don'cha, boy?"

I can  barely keep my eyes open. He humps his hips and from nowhere I feel
a climax  come roaring up on me and my buzzing nuts. I hump my hips as much
as I can  and have a big orgasm silently, squealing only in my head. Three
good  streams of creamy cum shoot from my cock going nowhere except to slush
against Ryan's leg, soaking into his boxer shorts. Three partial hip humps
and three shots of cum leaves me shuddering and even limper than I  already
was. He feels the wetness on his leg, looks shocked, and lifts up  on his
knees pulling his cock out go my throat. Air  streams inside me filling my
lungs, then another huge inhale before Ryan  lifts up and pushes his cock down
my throat again. All my throat muscles  are relaxed now and Ryan's able to
hump and thrust his boner back and  forth in my throat like he does when
he's fucking my ass. That's the  way to dominate your submissive sex partner.

You need to be  a self-centered mean prick imposing your will on a partner
with a  weaker will.

In my  trance I'm watching his face, but it's like I'm watching from a long
distance away. It's like it's somebody else's throat getting fucked and
I'm  watching, fascinated by it. When Ryan's head goes back, I expect an
orgasm is  gonna happen soon, and with one more thrust, Ryan gags, "Aaaaaah,"

shooting  a lot of spunk down my throat. Pulling his cock out of my throat, his
body  jerking around, the head of his boner lies on my tongue for the next
three squirts of cum, then his cock is out past my lips entirely,  and I'm
surprised to find I have another boner. It felt for a second or two  like I
might have a follow-up orgasm. Gasping for air I'm pulling on my  cock and
moving my tongue all around my mouth tasting his cum. Ryan's  face is still
dark red as he inhales deeply, then says, "I can't  believe how hard I just
climaxed. My dick got scarily hard and just  exploded."

Nodding  my head and letting go of my cock I'm still in a daze, not sure
what the fuck happened. It was an extreme submissive trance I was in, maybe
the  deepest yet. I don't recall experiencing anything like it before. The
ultimate  submission. Good climax though, what I remember of it anyway. Ryan's
lifting the left leg of his boxer shorts away from his skin, mumbling,
"Jesus,  that was a big load of cum you shot on me, Dylan." I glance at the
large wet  spot, take another big breath, then mutter, "Wow, yeah. That was a
scary climax  alright." He says, "The way you abruptly stopped struggling and
became  completely resigned to your fate scared the shit out of me. Then,
right  after that you climaxed, and I didn't know what the fuck was going
on." I'm  like, "Yeah, spooky," and he goes, "You know what? That's exactly the
way I  used to get with those sick fucks the summer before last. It's
almost a  survival mode, or something like that. My body and mind became like a
limp piece  of three-day old  lettuce, like I had no bones or muscles in my
body." Sitting on the edge of his  bed now, my feet on the floor, I'm like,
"How'd we even get into the oral sex?"  He goes, "I showed you my dick and
one thing led to another, and we got more and  more turned-on." I go, "You
left your boner down my throat way too fucking long!  We're not doing that
again." He goes, "Jesus, look at the time! We gotta get  moving."

We hop  off the bed and Ryan changes his cum-soaked boxer shorts for a
pair of whitey/tighty Jockey underwear, and I say, "Those jockey shorts really
shows off that big package of your." He goes, "Another compliment! What a
morning!" It wasn't necessarily a compliment. With his smaller body it looks
freakish having a cock and balls that large swinging between his legs.

And it must be uncomfortable having something that large in your  underpants
every day, all day. As we finish getting dressed, I'm like, "I  think you're
cum,  the pint you blew down my throat, has taken away my appetite, and I
didn't  even have breakfast this morning." He chuckles as we put on our
backpacks and run out the door. We get to class a couple of minutes late,  but
it's a big class, like a hundred and fifty students of all  colors, races,
religions and sexes. The professor isn't here, which has a lot to  do with the
hubbub. So, being late today is no harm, no foul. The  professors shows up
two minutes later and the lecture hall becomes quiet. When  the lecture
begins there's a rustle in the hall again as students go  through their backpacks
looking for notebook and pens, as if they're  surprised they need them. I
even take notes. I'm finally into the  college groove, into a college frame
of mind.

After  class, walking to Ryan's dorm with him next to me, I'm thinking how
cool it  is that now we start another three-day weekend. Normally I'd say a
good way  to start a three-day weekend  is some hot sub/dom sex with Ryan,
but after the deep throating it seems  anticlimactic. I suppose after that
death defying oral sex my  sexual eagerness is largely missing. We have sex
anyway, although I  never really get into a true submissive sense; mostly what
I got  into was a sore ass. Ryan wasn't especially into it either, or
maybe he fed off my lack of enthusiasm. On a scale of one to ten, last  Friday's
sex was a ten, while today's was more like a two. My eventual  climax is
good, don't get me wrong. Any climax is a pleasurable experience,  but at
times it can be unimaginably hot as well... sexual  pleasure that's off the
charts. My climax just now was  definitely on the chart, probably near the
beginning of the chart  somewhere. The oral sex we had an hour and a half earlier
took the shine  off the anal sex. Not something I'd normally expect. It's
usually the other way  around.

Another  theory I have is that last Friday was the first authentic  sub/dom
sex I've been involved in since  my time with Ryan in Georgia, and
therefore it had a uniqueness factor  after many weeks without it. That wasn't the
case after class today.  Even though it was nuclear hot sex last week, I
remember  thinking that I probably wouldn't want to experience it again for  at
least a week. That might have been an understatement; maybe a week isn't
long enough between authentic sub/dom sex with Ryan. I know one thing for
certain: the allure of sub/dom sex has dimmed in me to a noticeable  degree.

Maybe once every ten weeks is about right. That's a disturbing  thought
because in the past Ryan's sub/dom sex provided roller coaster rides  of sexual
thrills for me. The fire isn't out yet, but it's  dimming.

After  the sex Ryan and I aren't very talkative. He thinks he's coming down
with  something like a cold or the flu... whatever. I suggest he probably
should get some rest, and he agrees. So I leave after Ryan gives me a last
second goodbye kiss on the side of my mouth. It's not like there's  animosity
between us, nothing like that. There were no arguments, nothing  negative.

We were friendly, but there was almost an air of wanting to  apologize to
each other because the sex was mutually flat and halfhearted.  My best
explanation is that neither of us needs it like we used to. That  has me think, for
the first time since I heard about him transferring, that  maybe he should
transfer.  Confusing emotions perhaps as the fire  burns lower between us,
maybe getting ready to go out. That's a bit of  a rash conclusion after only
one unexceptional sub/dom sexual  experience, probably too rash.

Yeah,  it's like I'm second guessing myself again by thinking Chubby was
right in the  first place. Perhaps the best thing I can do for Ryan is leave
him to sort out  what he wants or needs, by himself. I'm seriously confused
about the  situation, but what's new about that? Anyway, here I am on campus
again, near lunchtime, without a clue what I want to do now. No wait,
obviously  I'll text Rob and ask what he's doing between now and his three
o'clock baseball practice. They didn't have Friday practice last week though, so
maybe it's off for this Friday as well.

My  text:  'Rob, what are ya doing now?' and a minute  later the texts
back, 'Frankie and I are playing XBOX in her  dorm.' Jesus, XBOX? No thanks you
very much to playing XBOX  with the girls. I text, 'I'll catch up with you
later.' Shouldn't he want  to hook up with me? I text Chub, 'What's up, Bro.

Whaddaya doing?" Chub  texts back, 'Getting ready to hit Al's Pizza for
lunch. Come with us!' Hmmm, the 'us' part could mean John Beverly, or it could
mean John  Beverly, Chubby, and a couple of other guys, or it could be John
Beverly,  Chubby and a couple of girls, in which case I'd feel like a third
wheel.

Huh!  Yeah, but if I text back asking who comprises the 'us', it'll come
off  sounding wrong somehow. Like I'm concerned that people he has lunch with
might be assholes. Lighting a cigarette, I'm like, "Hmmm, what's the right
thing  to do?" Unfortunately, I say that out loud, and two girls who were
about  to walk by me, stop. A nice looking girl with braces on her teeth,
asks,  "Are you lost?" I shake my head, mumbling, "Ha, oh no. No, I'm not lost.

Just  thinking out loud." She can't take a hint, and asks, "Do you know
someone  here at Merrimack? And, you do know you're too young to be smoking,
right?" To  the know it all, busy-body, cunt, I go, "No, I'm not too young to
smoke, and  yeah, I know someone who goes to Merrimack, me for one." They
exchange  grins and roll their eyes at each other like I'm full of shit. The
other girl,  who has acne scars on her cheeks and is wearing a much too large
sweatshirt, says, "What are you, honey, one of those brainiac fucks who
goes from eighth grade to being a college freshman?" I say, "Yes, I  am, but
you can drop the fuck part of that designation; I'm just a plain  brainiac.

Everyone says so." The first girl goes, "What a wise-mouthed prick!  You
looked like you were lost and we were just trying to help."  I shrug, saying,
"Try harder," and walk away confused about what  initiated that encounter. One
of the girls calls over her shoulder,  "Asshole!" Clever...

My  cellphone rings: it's Chubby. I go, "Hello," and he laughs, then says,
"Hello.  Have you decided if you'll have lunch with me yet?" Now it 'me'
instead of  'us', which is much preferable as far as I'm concerned. I go, "You
and me?" He  laughs again, then says, "Yes, you and me, Dylan, plus John
Beverly and Kicks."  Oh, Kicks is the guy Chub went to the track with. I say,
"I'd love to have some  pizza with you. Can you pick me up?" Chubby goes,
"Does a hobby horse have a  wooden dick? Where you at, bro?" I say, "I'll be
outside the Quad. Um, are you  picking me up now?" He goes, "Does Dolly Parton
sleep on her back?" I'm like,  "Who?" I hear laughter from a few guys in
the background, then Chubby says,  "I'll be there in five minutes, Dylan." And
he is too.

As I'm  climbing in the back seat, John Beverly pats my shoulder, "Whaasup,
Dylan?"  I go, "Hi John Beverly," and sit next to a cool looking African
American  guy with startlingly green eyes. He holds out his fist, "How ya
doing, Bro,  I'm George Kickerson, mostly know as Kicks." I bump his fist,
mumbling,  "Nice to meet ya, Kicks." Chubby turns around in the driver's seat,
looking at  us, and saying to Kicks, "My bro doesn't know who Dolly Parton is.

Ya  wanna show him?" Kicks says, "Do frogs have water-tight assholes? Of
course I  wanna show him." I chuckling at the water-tight asshole comment, as
Kicks opens  a raggedy People magazine and shows me a picture of a  short
white woman with huge white hair, a big black  so-called beauty mark near her
mouth, and ginormous tits out to here. I go,  "Oh, hi Dolly."

Chubby  drives off and it's apparent these three guys are into 'Does a bear
shit in  the woods?' alternatives phrases, which makes me think of my
kissing  pool-shooting buddy from the bar, Markie, and our version that goes:
'Does  the tin man have a sheet-metal cock?' They ask contrived question to see
if  the other guy can come up with another one. As we drive along, John
Beverly ask Chubby, "Do they serve pizza at Risarrio's," and Chubby goes,
"Are the Kennedy's gun shy? Of course Risarrio's sells pizza." We all go,
"Booo!" and Chub goes, "Okay, a little harsh. How about, Does the Pope wear a
funny hat? Does a one legged duck swim in a circle?" And it went on like that
with us laughing our balls off. When no one can think of anymore funny
retorts to questions, I tell the guys about tonight's card game. They have
dates  tonight, but Chubby says, "Get them to play poker sometime, Bro." I'm
like,  "I've heard rumors it's going to be poker tonight. Poker, then next
Friday it's  pinochle, then  maybe gin rummy the next Friday after that." Kicks
mumbles,  "Seriously, I'd like to make it for the next poker night." Chubby
and  John Beverly agree, so that'll be cool having Chubby there.

It's a  good time at lunch. The thin crusted pizza is really good too,  but
we need to cut the lunch short because Kicks has a class. I ask Chubby  to
drop me off at the apartment in case Pony wants to do our run today. I  can
change into running clothes and leave off my backpack. Chubby and  John
Beverly are going to chill out in the dorm for a couple of hours, then do a
little pre-date drinking at Tracy's.

Pony is  outside his dormitory doing some stretching exercises when I get
there after  walking from the apartment. I do some stretching, imitating him,
saying, "I  wasn't sure we'd run today. We didn't last Friday." He goes,
"Yeah, I forget why  we didn't run." I'm like, "Hey, shouldn't the run seem
easier for  me after two weeks?" He goes, "Yeah, it should, but I hate to tell
you  this...  next week we gotta trim thirty seconds off each mile.  I hope
you can handle that. Our current time is much too slow for  me." I'm like,
"Well ain't that a bitch for you. Don't let me slow you  down. Run as fasts
you want." He smirks, "Sensitive, huh?" I reach over and  get him in a
headlock, muttering, "I'll show you sensitive!" He squirms, but  can't get out of
my hold. Ha, here's someone I'm stronger than. Letting him  go, I take his
blue watch cap off his head and put it on my head. It has a  New England
Patriots logo on the front. Pony says, "You can wear it, Dylan,  I don't mind."

The cap feels good and I could cover my ears if the wind  picks up on the
track, but I'm not a hat thief like some people I know.  Taking it off, I go,
"Well that's no fun. I thought you'd try to get it back."  He won't take
it, saying, "No, really, keep it. I'll get another one. Do you  want to warm
up in the dorm before we run?" I nod, putting the watch cap  back on, and
mumbling, "Thanks, Pony. You don't have cooties, do you?" He  does his boyish
grin, "None that I know of." Jesus, he's cute. He doesn't  look like he's
twenty years old anymore than those  guys who I gave free haircuts to look
twenty-one years old. Pony looks  like he's seventeen and those guys looked like
they're  thirty-seven.

I follow  Pony inside the dormitory where there's shouting and loud
laughter. Noisy  place. His dorm room is on the first floor near the lavatory.

Inside his  room, Tom Higgins, Daryl's roommate, looks up from his laptop, "Hey,
Dylan,  you're sticking with Daryl's running program I hear." I nod, "Yeah,
with Pony bitching at me to run faster." Tom goes, "Yeah,  my roomie is  a
real terror. Hey, what card game is on for tonight?" I look at Pony,
saying,  "I heard poker. Didn't you, Daryl?" He shrugs, handing me a bag with
clothes  he'd borrowed the night he showered at my place and stayed to have
dinner.  He says, "I didn't hear anything about the card game. All I know is,
you  and I are a team." Tom say, "There's no teams in poker." Pony does an
imitation  of a spoiled brat, stamping him feet, yelling, "I won't play then!!"

Tom grins  looking at me, muttering, "He's cute, ain't he?" Not sure how
much Tom knows  about Pony and me, I take the middle ground, "Eye of the
beholder, I guess,  Tommy." He goes, "Jesus, nobody's called me Tommy since
middle school." As  we leave he yells after us, "Can I get a ride to the game
with you tonight,  Dylan?" I yell over my shoulder, "Do frogs have water-tight
assholes?" I hear  him chuckling as the door closes. After taking two steps
I stop and give the bag  of clothes back to Pony, saying, "I'm not carrying
this while we're running." He  mutters, "I'm such an ass," and takes the bag
back in the room.  Actually I'm the ass for carrying the bag out here.

We do  our run and go through our normal workout afterwards at the fitness
center, then  as he's wiping the sweat off his face with a towel, Pony asks,
"Where can  we finish our workout. You let me down last Friday and I pouted
all  weekend." I go, "You weren't pouting Friday night," and he goes, "I
was faking  having a good time." Shrugging, I'm like, "Probably at my
apartment. The last  time I talked to Rob he was at Frankie's dorm room playing
XBOX." Then checking  my wristwatch, I say, "Huh, it's almost four-thirty and
it's getting dark  already, what the fuck is that all about?" Daryl shrugs, "I
don't know,  were the clocks moved foreword for daylight savings time?" I
say,  "Maybe, anyway we can finish our workout like we normally do, assuming
Rob's not there."  Pony says, "Whatever, I need to confess  that I've been
a very bad boy and need a hard spanking from  you tonight. Just saying..." I
pretend I'm serious, asking, "How'd you like  to wear my dog collar too?" He
says, "I'd like that a lot. Young guys on the gay  sites look cool in dog
collars." Walking outside again, I ask, "Have you  given up on the bisexual
thingie already?" He makes a face, "I don't know what  the fuck I am. All I
know for sure is I like being with you... a lot!" I go, "Oh  man, that's so
nice of you to say, Pony. Right back at you,  dude!"

As we  walk towards the parking lot I blurt out a laugh, and stop. Pony's
like,  "What...?" I go, "Why are we walking to the parking lot? I don't have a
fucking car. Rob's got the pickup and my brother's got the Jeep. We'll need
to,  gasp, walk." Pony mutters, "Balls," making me smile because he picked
that up  from me. It's a tricky business crossing route 114, but we make it
to the  apartment in about ten minutes. In the kitchen I get a Coke and
offer Daryl one,  but he shakes his head, muttering, "No thanks." I'm drinking
from the can  and Pony goes, "I'll have a sip of yours though, if you don't
mind." I pass  him the can and he rubs his hand over the opening before
taking a drink. I say,  "There are more fucking germs on your dirty hand than
there are  on my lips."  He blurts out a laugh spraying me with Coke. Still
laughing,  he says, "Sorry I spit on you, Dylan, but I wiped the can purposely
to get a  rise out of you. I don't think you have germs," and he leans his
head over  and, real fast, kisses me on the lips. I rub his buzzed head, then
grab behind his neck pulling his head over and give him a real kiss that,
lo and behold, he opens his mouth for, a little anyway, then lets out  a
quiet moan, "Mmm." Sweet. We pass the can of Coke back and forth until we
finish it.

Even  though I don't need it, not after Ryan's sex this morning, we do the
usual suck  and fuck, then decide Daryl will stay for dinner and the card
game.  We take turns in the shower. I go first and, when I'm dressed in the
kitchen, Robby comes in all smiles, saying, "Hi, boyfriend," and we kiss
briefly  on the lips. "Is that the shower I hear?" I go, "Yep, it's Daryl. He's
staying  for dinner again. Are we playing poker tonight?" Robby gets a Coke,
saying,  "That's what the card-shark queen tells me. Frankie runs the
Friday night  card games apparently." I'm like, "Yeah, and in our apartment no
less. And  don't forget the girls need to help clean up afterward." He nods,
"I  already talked with them about that. They'll come over Saturday morning,
or  afternoon. Whenever I text them." I go, "Good! Whaddaya want for
dinner?" He  asks, "What do we got, baby," as he hugs me from behind, saying
quietly in my ear, "If you hadn't invited Daryl to stay, we could be screwing
this very second." I go, "Yeah well, don't drink too much tonight so you  can
perform your head of the house duties in bed."

Rob's still  holding me from behind, licking and kissing the side of my
neck and humping  his junk against my ass when Pony walks down the hall, and
goes, "Oops, my bad.  I forgot you two were fags." We grin at him, as Robby
asks, "You wanna join us?"  Pony's eyes flick over to mine, not  sure if I've
told Rob anything about us. I quickly jump in, saying, "No way Rob.  I'm not
sharing you, um, not with anyone more than I'm already sharing  you with."

He goes, "Poppy cock! I'm exclusively yours." and changes the  subject,
asking, "How many decks of regular poker cards do we have?" I say,  "None, just
pinochle cards."  He lets go of me and calls Frankie telling her about the
lack of poker  cards. Pony and I exchange looks. What I need to do is tell
him that  nobody knows about  us, so any gay sex comment from anybody towards
him is to be  taken as a joke.

We have  chicken for dinner and later the card game goes really good. Lots
of good  natured curse-filled accusations of cheating. And Pony does  know
how to play poker so no need for tutoring from me. Although  guys rotated
from table to table Pony only played in games I was  in. There were twenty guys
and girls in the apartment at one point, and  when it got loud in here we
heard banging on the wall from the apartment  next to ours. Chubby went over
and talked to the residents. It  didn't surprise me when he brought a
forty-year-old man  back with him. He's our neighbor obviously, and he's the last
to leave  saying he'll join us next Friday for gin rummy night. He's
bringing his  wife as his partner. Oh  goodie!
I  sauntered over to Chubby at one point, whispering, "Stop bringing  old
people to a college card game, dude." He laughs, but of course he  did the
perfect thing. The husband and wife living in the only apartment that  our
noise can be heard will be with us making some of the  noise. The floor below
us is for the storage units and  the laundromat. No occupants. For the first
time in my life, that  I can recall, I won at poker. I only won five hands
all night but every one  of the five I won had a big pot. I started with
forty dollars; that  being the most I was willing to lose, and was down to
twelve dollars at one  point before winning my first big pot. At night's end I
had  ninety-six dollars. Pony said he broke about even, which is poker-speak
meaning he lost between ten and twenty dollars. That's almost even, ya
know, considering what today's dollar can buy.

Then  Saturday night after dinner Chubby, John Beverly, Rob, and I went
back  to the bar with the pool tables and drank beer shooting pool  until
twelve-thirty or so. I was hoping Markie, my  pool partner of two weeks ago,
would show up, but he was  elsewhere. The next two weeks very closely followed
this past week, which  closely followed the one before that. The Friday night
card games are  popular and will likely continue all through junior year.

Instead of  shooting pool the next Saturday night we went to a party at the
local Knights  of Columbus.  One of the fraternities rented the place for the
night. We were not  alone however as there were Knights of Columbus
members either bar tending, or I suppose chaperoning us college guys and  girls to
prevent us from wrecking the place. I danced a lot, even  danced with Pony
who got in even though he's underage. Fraternities only care if  you have
the entrance fee. Toddlers would be welcomed if they could steal twenty  bucks
from mommy's purse, and then avoided being run over while getting  here on
their tricycles.

Sundays  Robby and I are considering as our day,  his and my day. We stay
in and watch the NFL games that are on from one  o'clock until midnight. We
eat snacks mostly and drink non-alcoholic  beverages. We also fuck at least
three times on Sundays. Robby's Fall  baseball practice ended a couple of
weeks ago and we haven't settled on exactly  what to do with those two and a
half hours every day after  we've done our homework. A lot of the time that
Pony and I are working out Rob  is at Frankie's dorm. I'm still texting Ryan
and we're getting along  okay except he won't join any activity involving
guys he doesn't know, and there  are almost always guys he doesn't know
involved with most of the  activities. He did go to the movies one night with
Chubby, John Beverly, me, and  Robby. I don't think Ryan said a word to Robby all
night. So dumb! No  more quick sex on Tuesdays for Ryan and me, but we do
our  sub/dom sex on Fridays after the class we have together. No mention
about his  stupid haircut for me, but there's also no special submissive trances
for  me either. Oh sure, I still get off pretty good, but there's no magic
like that  first Friday he was here at Merrimack. So I'm not sure what's up
with Ryan and  me. I guess we'll see  how that turns out, but he claims he's
still transferring after  final exams.

Twice  during the last two weeks I've tasted lipstick on Robby's lips after
he leaves Frankie's dorm when he gives me a kiss hello. So that makes
three  time it's happened now that I think about it, but I'm holding off
questioning  him hoping he'll bring it up on his own, like he did the morning after
the first frat party. Robby knows I'm running and working out every
weekday, and  he thinks it's great. I've invited him to join us, but he doesn't
seem  inclined. So I'm thinking he plans on spending a lot of that time with
Frankie. They're not boyfriend and girlfriend... yet. Consequently, she
hasn't  had her eyes scratched-out... yet. They claim to be friends, who seem
to be getting tighter by the day. It's like they think the same things are
funny, and I admit Frankie is kinda funny, and she's always happy, smiling,
and  with an impossible positive attitude. And she is so nice and
accommodating to me I could ring her neck! Beth's around a lot too, and  Tootsie joins
the girls once in a while as  well. It's Frankie though who is
every-fucking-where so much  so I'm surprised I haven't stepped on her yet. That's what
it seems like to me  anyway. Maybe Robby thinks Daryl's everywhere too, but
he's not here as  much as the girls.

So it's  another Monday morning, the third week of October, and I hear from
Robby  that Frankie's planning our Halloween party already. Costume  party
of course. I suggested that her and Rob come as Jack and Jill.  He told
Frankie and she thought it was a cute idea, but of course I  was thinking about
the part where Jill's tumbling down that fucking hill. No  hill here, so how
about the stairs? Improvise Goddammit! I'll  help...


to be  continued...


Donny  Mumford    thinat20@yahoo.com     donnymumford@outlook.com

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Hoping some readers may be interested, there are books of mine  published
and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them  for
next to nothing. The books are usually around ten dollars. They  are about a 19
year old gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life than Dylan's. And
there is  a new book, 'Mike, his Bike and Me'. Please at least check them out
by  typing my name on Amazon.com. Information about the story in the books
can  be found in some detail there. Thank you.


Donny  Mumford


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