Date: Thu, 6 Nov 2014 14:05:12 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter   11

			  DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


			       Chapter   11


			     by  Donny Mumford



It's Thursday evening. Me and my roommates, Robby and Chubby, have just
had a nice relaxing time together drinking a few beers and eating a casual
hamburger dinner. I love these guys. I'm so lucky to be living with them while
 going through my college life. What can I say, they just mean so much to
me and  being with them adds to my college experience tremendously. Whether
we know it  or not, we're all forging memories that we'll probably remember
forever, I know  I will.  It's especially emotional for me having my brother
close by like  this because he's the world to me. Just a glance at Chubby
can bring back so  many memories of the joys we shared in our young lives
together. It's emotional  for me like I said, really wonderfully emotional and
comforting being with him.  And then there's the romantic love of my life,
Robby, who's my other roommate,  my real roommate because we share the same
bedroom. He's so perfect for me and  even though I'm not worthy of him, we
both fall in love a little more each day.  Right now Robby and I are in our
boxer shorts purposely bumping against one  another in the bathroom as we get
ready for bed. We're washing up and taking  care of bathroom business in
general. Tomorrow is the first regular day of our  sophomore year at Merrimack.
The orientations have been endured and the  professors have met us, their
students, and we've met them, so it's finally time  to get down to work. I
wouldn't admit this to the guys, but I'm kinda excited  about getting started.


Robby's brushing his teeth grinning at me in the mirror as I gargle with
mouthwash. I can't help but grin back at him which allows some mouthwash to
slip  out of my mouth and run down my chin making Robby bark out a laugh
splattering  dots of toothpaste on the mirror. We finish up in the bathroom and
get in bed  with the lights off snuggling together. There's an outside light
in the parking  lot that dimly shines through the windows lighting our
bedroom like a night  light. Robby has his arm behind my neck as we lay on our
backs, our sides  touching from shoulders to feet. Our heads are turned
looking at each other in  the very dim light, grinning at one another again. "I'm
so happy, Dylan, this is  the start of our life together. It won't be
official for maybe two years, but in  my mind right now is the beginning of
everything for us. We went through our  dating years, and then last year living
together at college was a dry run, and a  feeling-out period for us as well.
And now we're engaged to be married and  this is the real thing, it's
really happening, my dream has become reality." I  roll up on my side leaning
against Robby, looking down at him, murmuring, "It's  become my dream and my
reality too, Robby. You're so much better than me at  planning things and
organizing a path for us to the future. It makes all the  sense in the world
that I follow your lead and embrace each step we've taken  since that first
kiss together. You're my leader and my true lover. Um, I don't  want to get
corny here, but thank you for showing me what true love is. As I've  said
before, I used to confuse true love with false love or love of the moment,  but
you've taught me true love and now I know the difference." He reaches up to
rub the palm of his hand on my cheek, staring into my eyes, "You're so
beautiful, Dylan, so cute and handsome and good looking all wrapped up in one.
You take my breath away sometimes, but don't be so hard on yourself, you had
as  much to do with our love as I did, maybe more. You've been my
motivation from  the first day I saw you in middle school. I became determined and
motivated to  have us become lovers and more. I began by fantasizing about you
from that day I  first saw you until that first kiss you mentioned. After
that I planned for us  to be together forever, but it was you who started us
on our journey. I was too  shy to approach you. You were always with Chubby
in those days too, so the  opportunities were few to somehow speak to you.
Then in our junior year a  miracle happened and out of the blue you spoke to
me. I thought I'd pee my pants  when I heard your voice saying my name, but
it was the thrill of my life up to  that point. You've given me many other
thrills since then of course, but that  was my first. It's a day I'll never,
ever forget." I nod my head, mumbling, "You  telling me that just now gave
me goose bumps, but I was shy then too, and I  still don't know how I had the
guts to approach a uber cute popular jock like  you."


I lay on Robby a little more, kinda sideways, loving the feel of his taut
body against mine. He smiles at me, or was it a smirk. Then we kiss sweetly
as I  run my fingers through his hair. I love his awesome blond hair. We rub
noses  together with our foreheads touching, then he runs his fingers
through my  butchered haircut, muttering, "I can't get this thought out of my
mind. Do you  think there's a chance Ryan did this to your hair on purpose?
Ruined your  haircut for spite, or for some other nefarious reason? I mean..."
I interrupt  him by shaking my head 'no', and saying, "No, I really don't
think so, don't  blame him. He isn't very good at cutting hair. He never
claimed he was,  actually. Some people just don't have a knack for it." Robby
mutters, "I don't  have much of an aptitude for it either, but you taught me
how to do it okay, so  I'm at least passable at haircutting. I loved cutting
your hair, ya know, but  for purposes of threesome harmony, I let Ryan do
it." I'm like, "You're a good  leader, Robby" and he says, "Yeah? You think?
Thanks, but Ryan's not giving you  anymore haircuts. I'm really upset about
this, and even though Chubby did his  best to correct the haircut, it still
looks pretty bad. I'll do it for you it in  the future." I mutter, "Good, but
for now, the hell with it. Lets put it behind  us and I'll just wear a hat
for a couple of weeks." He puts his arm around the  back of my neck pulling
my head down for another boner-inducing kiss. I gasp  quietly and look into
Robby's big blue eyes again as a feeling comes over me  that I should tell
him, or confess to him, about Ryan and me. I go, "Robby, um,  you tell me if
this is too much information, but I feel compelled to tell you  what's
happening between us twins." Robby says, "What do you mean? Does it have  anything
to do with the haircut he gave you?" I say, "No, I don't think so, or
maybe a little bit, but it would probably have been subconscious on Ryan's part,
 if at all. I really don't think he started out with the intention of
fucking it  up so badly.  No, I think it's more that Ryan was generally upset and
not  concentrating on what he was doing." "What was he upset about?" "Oh,
he wanting  his and my relationship to be the same as it was before he moved
away, but  things have changed since then, you and me are now engaged for
one thing, and  nothing can ever be the exact same as it was before anyway.
This disappointed  Ryan and upset him."


I hesitate to see if Robby will object to me sharing what's going on with
Ryan and me. I mean, Ryan is a member of the threesome so we should be able
to  discuss him as long as it's not for purposes of sabotaging him. Robby
says, "Um,  I don't want the three of us to get in the habit of running to
each other with a  petty complains about what the other one might or might not
have done. We're  suppose to be bonding as a tight knit threesome that looks
out for each other."  I go, "This isn't a complaint, Robby. It's a change
in Ryan's and my  relationship that might upset the balance we've had as a
threesome in the past."  He asks, "What balance?" and I tell me, "The side-sex
balance. You've had a kind  of dominant side-sex relationship with him, and
he's had the same with me. It  made for good side-sex in the past. And, I'm
not ignoring that you and me have  awesome lover's sex ourselves, it's just
that our sex together isn't going to  change whatever happens between Ryan
and me, or the threesome in general." Then  I blush a little, muttering,
"You're well aware I like to be submissive during  sex, right? I guess I should
be embarrassed to admit that, but I've told you  about it for years so, ya
know. It's a weird fetish thing I guess, but there it  is... it's something
that's a part of me. Anyway, Ryan fed into my submissive  desires with his
dominant side, but something has put a money wrench in the  works." He
shrugs, "First of all, nothing about you is weird, Dylan. What's the  monkey
wrench?" I go, "The monkey wrench is that Ryan being dominant with me  during our
side-sex doesn't float anymore." Robby shrugs, "Why not?" I go, "It's
simple and complex at the same time.  He insists on being the boss of me  when
you're not with us, and I don't want that now. I won't have it even though
that's the way we played it in the past. That's the simple part of the monkey
 wrench. The reasons behind Ryan's and my feelings is the complex part.
First of  all, now that we're engaged I only want to have you as my boss and no
one else."  I look at him as he appears amused by that comment.


He finally chuckles, then says, "Sorry, Dylan. It's  just that I'm not your
boss. You're so cute with that nonsense, but I know the  score." I go,
"Humor me, Robby," and he grins, muttering, "Absolutely." I go,  "Anyway, I
won't agree to let Ryan be the boss of me, and he says he can't be  dominant in
his and my side-sex unless I am submissive to him." Robby's like,  "Why's
that?" and I go, "He claims it's takes an effort on his part to be  dominant.
His basic nature is a submissive one, like me. In order for him to be
dominant he claims I need to be submissive to him after sex, before sex, and
during sex because that way he doesn't need to gear up from zero to total
dominance during the rare times we have sex. No, that's not true. It's not rare
times, we've at times had sex often, and  I'm sorry about that." Robby
shrugs, muttering, "That's in the past, baby,  forget about it." I says, "Anyway,
Ryan doesn't understand why I won't be  submissive to him, and I don't
understand, or believe, his contention he can't  be dominant just during sex.
He's done it in the past whenever he wanted to.  Also, he's picked up some
bitterness over the summer from the horrible  treatment he got from the Georgia
crowd and now he lacks some of the basic  sweetness that his personality
used to have. So that's another factor in my  contention I don't want to
accommodate his submissive requirement." Robby goes,  "Yeah, a problem, but is it
a big problem?" Without getting into that for the  moment, I mumble, "Um,
ya know, I feel like I'm squealing on him, or whining, or  something. I'm not
doing that, really. That's not my intention. I just wanted to  tell you
there might be trouble for the continuation of the threesome. The other
unexpected thing is Ryan now wants me to 'top' him, and, um,  we did that  in his
dorm room." Robby holds his hand up, "No descriptions of side-sex,  please.
It's bad enough that you and I know we're both doing it on the side." I
mumble, "I wasn't describing it, and anyway that's not the point. But you asked
 me a minute ago if I thought all this is a big problem, and I don't see it
that  way unless you'd like to continue the threesome. Then, yeah, it's
could be a  problem."


Robby, nods his head, and I go, "I'm only saying, the way it's going,  Ryan
will have you and me 'topping' him and he might, um, choose  one over the
other making one of us, ah, redundant I guess you could say. From  Ryan's
viewpoint, I mean. That's what I meant when I said this change could and
probably will throw the balance of the threesome off. It could upset the apple
cart and I thought you should be aware of it." He asks, "Apple cart?" I go,
"Another inane expression, but you know what I mean." He thinks about that,
then  shrugs, "Would it bother you if he chose one of us over the other?" I
think  about that, then go, "Actually, no, it wouldn't bother me. I
obviously prefer  the submissive side during sex, on the other hand I found it
interesting  and strangely enjoyable topping someone again. Huh, funny I should
say that, but  no it wouldn't bother me if Ryan chose you to be his top.
Actually, if it were  to come to a choice, I hope it'd be you he chooses. But
then, why have the  threesome at all?" Robby says, "Either way is fine with
me, I mean, as far as  who Ryan wants as his sex partner. As for the
threesome, I've explained the  potential benefits of that before, and I mean
benefits other than side-sex  within our threesome. We don't have to have the
threesome though, of course we  don't. As for you enjoying the 'topping'
experience, any time you want to be the  'top' for us it's fine with me, and your
welcome to do it too, Dylan. That's how  we began our sexual adventure
together, if you remember." I say, "Yeah, but  here's another aspect of the Ryan
situation. He told me he's hoping to connect  with either his roommate, Marty,
or Marty's friend, Rex, for sex. These are the  guys he emailed with last
summer. Ryan would be submissive to one of them, or  maybe both... I don't
really know. So he could be off the reservation entirely  whatever we decide."
Robby goes, "Huh! That's unexpected, but you know, so what?  Good luck to
him.  I had some vague hope that the threesome would further  cement you and
me, like it did initially." I mumble, "You mean cement me to you,  but
that's not the important thing, Robby. The important thing is you don't need  the
threesome to make me love you more because you do a perfect job of that all
 by yourself." He blushes while smiling, "Thanks, Dylan, that's sweet.
You're  right too, I agree the threesome isn't needed for that purpose now, and
I hope  you don't think me devious for hoping for that result when I started
the  threesome last spring." I say, "Oh, not at all, Robby. It worked
didn't it? It  helped me see what a special boy I had for a boyfriend."


We're quiet for a minute thinking about all this. I'm thinking I made the
right decision telling Robby and I don't feel I did it for any reason except
to  be sure Robby isn't blind sided by anything that might happen.
Basically I want  all three of us to be happy, and that's in or out of the
threesome. Preferably  outside of it, but if Robby still wants the threesome, which
I'm not sure he  does now, I'll support him fully. The only thing I'm sure
about is that Robby  and I agreed we aren't all that concerned if Ryan chooses
one of us over the  other. I was frankly worried Robby's feelings might be
hurt if Ryan preferred  me. Heh heh, the paddling I might be able to give
Ryan compared to Robby's  modest dominance would likely have Ryan choosing me.
The last thing I want is  Robby's feeling hurt. Luckily, now I don't think
Robby would care." After a  minute or so, Robby's saying, "Thinking back on
things, I gotta admit it's fun  pretending to be the boss of the threesome,
and I know it's helped me in my  supervisory position at work during the
summer. My dad wanted me to supervise  the crew and he'll assign me positions
like that from now on until eventually a  management position will come my
way." I go, "Oh yeah, you'll be an awesome  manager." Robby grins, "Thanks,
Dylan. Ya know, it was definitely good  experience when I had to lead our
threesome through the early troubled waters  last year. I learned a lot about
being in charge with that." Well, to be a  little more accurate... I led us
through the troubled waters with subtle  suggestions to Robby, but no need to
split hairs here by mentioning minor  facts.


Robby takes a deep breath, then adds, "But, getting experience for being  a
supervisor is no reason to continue the threesome. It needs to work for the
 three of us or it's basically shit." I say, "Plus you already are a great
supervisor Robby, and what's this about pretending to be a leader? You're
not  pretending to be the boss, you are the boss." He grins, "Okay, if you
say so,  boss." I go, "Ha, don't think for one second I want to be anybody's
boss because  nothing could be further from the truth." He shrugs his
shoulders as he lays  here in bed, looking up at me. Then he mutters, "Maybe that's
the best kind of  leader of all, Dylan, one who doesn't 'get off' on being
the leader." I say,  "You don't 'get off' on it," and he says, "Yeah, I do a
little bit. I really  do." I go, "Well, that's perfect then. You're our
leader and you like being the  leader. Perfect!" He says, "Ha ha, you're
wonderful. You make me feel so good  about myself. You know what, I need to have
sex with you right now, Dylan. Every  single thing about you is making me
love you more and more until I'm nearly out  of my mind with desire for you, it
all just me incredibly sexually aroused." I'm  like, "Oh, but I have a
wicked headache tonight, I'm really sorry," and then a  chuckles burst out of me
looking at Robby's startled expression. I grin  muttering, "Just kidding,
boss." He grins back at me as he gets his arm around  the back of my neck,
mumbling, "You're such an adorable brat." He pulls my head  down to his for a
wet kiss, then his tongue is in my mouth and I lay fully on  his hot chest
now and an awesomely sexy, squirmy feeling spreads over me making  my body
shudder as my mind becomes overwhelmed with feelings of love and joy at  the
idea of sharing a sexual experience with my hot boyfriend,  Robby.


The feel of Robby's body and his familiar sexy scent  has for sometime now
acted like an aphrodisiac to me, and the way our lips fit  so well and feel
so sexy together, and the taste of his mouth with his sexy pink  tongue,
plus knowing how much he loves me... it all hits me in a staggering and
overwhelming wonderfully loving and erotic way. I want to give him my whole
being, body and soul. I feel inadequate to show him how much I love him, and how
grateful I am to him. I mean grateful for the way he willingly overlooks my
 faults while trying sweetly to help me through them. He says neither of us
are  ready to be in a monogamist relationship and he claims that we both
still need  to sow some wild oats, but I know if I was mature enough to stop
the side-sex,  if I had enough self control to do it, he'd stop on a dime and
never give  side-sex another thought the rest of his life. His kindness and
love for me  clouds his common sense at times. He relates so deeply with me
that he's  convinced himself he too needs the side-sex as much as I do. The
truth is he  doesn't need it at all because for him I'm all he  needs and I
feel so fucking selfish, so self centered that I'm not feeling that  Robby
is all I need sexually. Who the fuck do I think I am that Robby isn't
enough for me? And that's not to say I don't have a depth of love for him above
anything I've ever felt before, because I do feel that love for him with all
my  heart. He's so much better a person than me and I'm unworthy of him,
but I'm keeping him anyway demonstrating further how selfish I  am.


My brother, Chubby, also spoils me. Him with his unconditional brotherly
love, and even though I return the same to him in spades it's different than
with my true lover Robby. With my brother I'm totally unselfish. There's no
 declarations of true lover's love involved between us so I'm not letting
Chubby  down like I am Robby. Our love, Chubby's and mine, is unique and as
deep as the  ocean, and much, much purer. In Robby's case I profusely
proclaim true lover's  love for him yet I still need side-sex to satisfy the sexual
appetite that  consumes me. My only salvation might be that I now can admit
this as fact to  myself, which is the first step towards doing something
about it. One needs to  first admit he has a problem before he can do anything
to correct that problem.  I'm not fooling myself that tomorrow I'll change
over night, and ironically  Robby's love allows that I don't need to change
over night. He'll wait for me  until I'm ready to give up my side-sex if it
takes until hell freezes over, so  it's up to me to curb it myself. I'll try
my best to do that, and then I'll try  harder, and if I can't do it myself
I'll humble myself and ask for my brother's  help, and if that's not enough
I'll admit to myself I need professional help. I  joked to Chubby recently
that he's oversexed and that there are people trained  to help oversexed
people understand that the sexual need they have is a  substitute for something
else. When I told him that, I was in actuality telling  that to myself. Not
intentionally at the time, but I realize that now. A love  like Robby has
for me forces me to confront who I am and what I'm doing, and I  must admit I
have a problem, or if  I didn't admit that to myself, I'd be a  conniving
piece of shit. A manipulative self absorbed shit, and I'm not going to  let
myself become that in the end. I admit my problem of being nearly at a
dangerous level of being oversexed. And what happened while in Wildwood  this year
is a perfect example of that. I'm going to do something about it  though,
I'm committed to do something about it for my lover, Robby. He deserves  no
less, and in fact he deserves much more. Maybe more than I'm capable of
giving, and that scares me to death..

Robby's kisses me passionately while his hands gently rub my shoulders  and
the back of my head filling me with a loved feeling that's so intense it's
almost surreal. There's making-out, and then there's making-out like Robby
and  me are doing it, and this is way different because it's not just about
sexual  arousal between two people. Oh, it's about that too, plus devotion
and a total  giving of yourself to the one you love deeply with all your
heart, the one and  only person you'd die for with a smile on your lips. The
person you adore above  anything else on earth or in the stars... this person
is your universe, the one  big love of your life. Robby gives me this feeling
and I give a lot of it back  to him, as much as I can,  but I need to raise
to his level of devotion  because he deserves it and because I want to do
it so badly it hurts, but I'm  not there yet.  So, in that regard, it's not
light yet, but it's getting  there. It's getting there because Robby's
showing me the way. Now Robby abruptly  stops kissing me. He has a concerned look
on his face, as he anxiously asks me,  "What's wrong, Dylan? Why are you
crying?" I sob now, just realizing this second  that I am indeed crying a
blubbery cry that I can't stop. I'm sobbing and  feeling like such an idiot! I
gulp, then manage to say, "You're my hero Robby,  I'll be worthy of you as
fast as I can." He hugs me and rocks me gently side to  side not saying
anything except, "Shhh, it's all right. Don't cry Dylan." It's  so nice being
gently rocked and held in the arms of someone who loves you and  will take care
of you. Tears still run down my face, but no blubbering now, as  Robby
quietly says, "Dylan, please tell me what this is all about. Why are you  crying?"
I'm getting myself under control finally.


Taking a deep breath and with my face against his shoulder, in between my
hiccups I tell him the things I've been thinking about the two of us just
before  my crying jag, and how I'm failing him. He rubs my back gently
caressing me  while listening intently to what I'm saying, like he always does no
matter what  I say to him. I'm telling him my every thought on the matter
sparing myself no  mercy. When I finally run out of words, he gives the side of
my forehead a long  kiss, then he murmurs, "That's beautiful, just like
you're beautiful, Dylan.  You're not self absorbed or selfish at all. You're a
wonderful giving friend to  many, and I'm most certainly not disappointed in
anything about you. I know  you're a very emotional person and you telling
me all these things just makes me  love you more. I'll wait beyond whenever
it is, till hell freezing over, for  you, Dylan, and longer then that if I
need to. Hell, I'll consider myself the  luckiest guy in the world the day we
become exclusively a real life couple. You  said you're following my lead
and that's a wonderful thing for me to hear  because if you keep doing that,
you'll discover sooner than you think that  you'll be ready to settle down
to a married life with me. I'm patient, I really  am. Please don't be so hard
on yourself either. You know, I have some of the  faults you claim for
yourself. I still enjoy a little side-sex myself. Please  just follow the plan I
laid out. The one I told you about when I finally worked  up the courage to
ask you to marry you. When you said yes so enthusiastically,  well I'll
tell you a secret... that night I realized we're way ahead of my plan.  Not
that I have a formal plan, just the loose one of winning you over which has
been my life's goal for years.  Ha ha, it's embarrassing to admit, but it's
true. I know there are so many gay guys around our age out there that would
worship at your alter in a second, but you've chosen me and nothing in my
life  makes me as happy as that. Nothing comes close to the ecstasy I feel
about  that."


We lay together with Robby's comforting arms around me making be feel
loved, safe, and taken care of as we talk quietly about our mutual love and our
journey together. There really isn't anything quite like being deeply in
love.  Robby glosses over so many of my missteps and the hurt I must have
caused him as  he reassures me that my side-sex doesn't concern him too much. It
used to, he  admits, but the past six months he's seen a big growth in my
capacity to return  his love until now he's positive we're destined to be
together forever. He  doesn't see any competition in that regard, and so he
says, "Sow the wild oats  as long as you must, Dylan, but keep your eye on the
prize, our mutual goal of  living together happily ever after." I mummer,
"It is definitely a mutual goal,  Robby, I swear on my brother's honor that
you're my goal. I get scared thinking  of living without you in my life,
without you as my true lover. No one could  ever come close to you in my eyes."
And then, almost like we'd agreed together  that we've said enough, our heads
simultaneously move towards one another and  our lips meet softly as a
quiet moan of deep love for him drifts out of my  throat. We kiss passionately,
but not wildly as we caress each other's bodies  with our arms hugging and
our hands moving lightly over each other's bare  skin. Our cocks grow hard
and begin dripping precum in our boxer shorts and  quiet moans of arousal
drift about us. It's lover's sex like we've never had  before, slow and dreamy
and all encompassing. No other thoughts except thoughts  of Robby enter my
brain. It's him and me alone drifting among the suns of the  known universe in
our own private galaxy.


Our making-out goes on for a long time as we writhes against one another
moaning with desire until finally Robby pulls his lips from mine and licks my
 face, his pink tongue doing little fast licks, then he stops and sucks on
his  tongue as we stare deeply into each other's blue eyes. Robby murmurs,
"Love  doesn't describe my feelings for you, Dylan, it's deeper than love,
although I  don't know if a word's been invented for it yet," and he slowly
slides me from  laying on his chest, onto my stomach. He does it as if my
body's fragile and  he's afraid I'll break. On my stomach I look up at him and
he smiles while his  fingers ruffle my imitation faux hawk haircut.  We stare
transfixed at each  other like neither of us can believe the other is here.
The palm of his hand  drags slowing down the back of my head, then the back
of my neck, and then all  the way down my back to land on my left butt
cheek as we continue staring into  each other's eyes. My lips are parted and I'm
in a light hypnotic trance, a  Robby induced lover's trance with the world
somewhere else.  It's just  Robby and me now. He squeezes my butt cheek,
then pulls down my boxer shorts,  and takes his shorts off completely. His hard
fat boner bounces tightly dripping  drops of precum on me, but he pays it
no mind. Naked, he slowly moves over top  of me, his hands supporting himself
with a hand on either side of my shoulders.  Then, like he's beginning a
push up, he lowers his body down, and with my head  to the side we kiss, me
using the side of my lips that his lips can reach. His  boner pokes my butt
cheeks here and there a few times leaving wet spots before  connecting
perfectly with my anus. Still staring at each other, the lips of my  asshole
obediently spread, and he holds his boner's head half inside me for a  second. The
anticipation in me creates a low squeaking noise in my throat that
surprises me and my eyes dart around wondering where that sound came  from.


Robby looks so serious as he moves his head to the side like he wants to
get a better look at me. He smiles, mouths, 'I'll love you forever," and the
head of his boner breaks past my sphincter. I shudder and moan, "Mmmmm,
oooh,  Robby," as his cock moves deeper inside my ass. My shoulders shudder
again and  such a deep feeling of luscious love spreads all over me, it's so
unexpectedly  intense it causes tears again to spring to my eyes. I take a
deep breath as his  shaved groin lays heavily on my buttocks, his fat cock
inside me docking us  together. I moan again, "Mmmmm, mmmm." Robby moves his
hips and his boner  tantalizes the sensitive lips of my asshole. It get's my
prostate vibrating  and I grit my teeth to keep from squealing from the sexual
pleasure  flowing inside me. Robby lifts up in his push-up move, and then
down again  with the sensations increasing. Up and down with me doing a low
whine of deep  sexual pleasure until he pulls his cock from my ass entirely
and he gets behind  me now between my legs. My buttocks quiver and my anus
lips suck at the air as  my shoulders again shudder and a quiet arousal moan
comes from somewhere deep  inside me. Robby gets a hand on each of my hips
and lifts my ass off the  mattress a little, and I hold it up there as he
slides his hard fat cock back up  my ass tightly. I whimper again with sexual
arousal. My boner drags out behind  me, the head leaking precum on the sheet.
Robby rubs my back murmuring something  soothing that I can't make out, and
then he begins slow penetrations again.  Almost gentle ones without the
normal applause of bodies slapping together  forcefully, the sounds that
normally differentiates hot male fucking from the  other kind. This is a new dreamy
kind of slow anal intercourse done by the only  two guys who exist in our
universe.


It becomes almost slow torture as sensations of orgasm build, but stay
just below climax level. I begin squirming on the bed in earnest now
overwhelmed  with sexual pleasure, moaning constantly, and my moans of sexual pleasure
are  joined by Robby's as he fuck's my ass lovingly. His boner continuing
it slow  penetrations and withdrawals, oh so wonderful is male intercourse.
Looking back  at him I see he's sucked his lips in as his head's slowly
moving side to side  with his eyes closed. Perhaps to better absorb the
sensations on his cock.  Robby's moans come with his mouth closed and it sound to me
like the moans of  intense sexual pleasure, the same sexual pleasure I'm
feeling. He manages to  keep his thrusting at a steady slow rhythm for quite a
while and as juices build  up I can hear his cock making quiet almost
slurping sounds as it's sliding  tightly but smoothly back and forth in my rectum,
plus both our quiet moans of  deep sexual pleasure are the only sounds in
our world. Other than these subtle  sounds it's so quiet that it seems to
roar in my ears. Robby gasps then and  increases the quickness of his
penetrations a little as sexual sensations, like  firecrackers, pop in my rectum.
It's like scratching a wildly itchy itch.  Especially my prostate, it pulsates
and hums pleasure sensations, and for a five  minute period I concentrate on
the fat engorged head of Robby's boner passing  and pressing my incredibly
sensitive prostate gland on the way in, and then on  the way back up and
each stimulation of that incredibly sanitize gland, I go,  "Aaah," a short
"Aaah" and like I said, I do it for five minutes.

Five luscious minutes of concentration on that magical sensation  that's so
incredibly hot it's off the fucking chart. Then all the other  sensations
I've been feeling along with the awesome prostate ones seem to  explode in my
brain at the same instant demanding that they all be noticed and
appreciated. From then on I'm a mess, groveling on the bed shoving my ass into
Robby's thrusts moaning loudly, out of control and not caring that I am. It
feels so good, so hot, so loving. Robby starts fucking faster and faster making
his own whining noises of desire now and probably, like me, his orgasm is
fast  approaching and nothing feels as good as that. Now we're into it,
"Slap, slap,  slap, slap," along with "Ump, ump, ump, ump," from Robby with each
penetration,  his face scrunching up as the sexual sensations build to
almost unbearable  levels of pleasure. Sexual pleasure that has never been
measured, but any fool  knows nothing approaches climax for sheer unimaginable
supernovas of pleasure.  "Slap, slap, slap, slap, and, "Ump, ump, ump," until
I'm gasping, "Robby,  Robby," as my back arches and I cry, "Ahhh, oooh," and
hump my hips violently as  a  burning sensation in my pee slit indicates
creamy sperm-filled semen is  flying from the head of my quivering cock with a
force that's splashing the load  from my nuts underneath me. Robby does one
of my squeals and lays on me doing  desperate humping against my buttocks as
his creamy load of cum pumps into my  bowels feeling warm and wet and
slippery and perfect. His sweaty body moves on  me as Robby's licking and kissing
the side of my face while he continues humping  against me. My cum pools
under my belly, unable to travel far with me now laying  flat on my stomach.
Another contraction of the muscles in my groin sends more  cum that shoots
weakly out and everything looks red to me for a good three  seconds. The
enormous amount of sexual sensations that bombarded my senses has  me quivering
under Robby. He hugs my shoulders as he again begins thrusting his  boner in
my now cum saturated ass as fast "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds fill  my
ears.


Maybe thirty seconds of that, then he lays limply on me as I savor the
lingering aftereffects of my climax and then they fade, fade away too and
there's an eerie silence before awareness of the world around me drifts back
into my reality. I love Robby's body, but it's sweaty between his chest and my
 back, and he's heavy giving me that strange feeling of not being able to
move. A  hint of that evil claustrophobia fear skitters into my brain so I
slide  out from under Robby and hug him. He murmurs, "I feel so weak, baby.
Never had a  climax that strong before. Scared me a little for a second
there." He does a big  sigh, then murmurs some more, still with his eyes closed,
"Greatest fucking  feeling I've ever had." Opening his eyes then, he smiles
at me,"You might say,  I'm slightly infatuated with you." He chuckles, "That
sex was my favorite of all  time. It was like you and me were the only
people who ever lived for a few  minutes there. Crazy, huh?" I go, "No, not at
all, Robby, I thought the same  thing. My climax burned my dick in a sexy way
when you fucked my climax out of  me. The cum came out so fast and with such
force, it was surreal, but fantastic  at the same moment in time and I
loved it! So sexily hot and full of love, it  all just came out so fast. You're
my favorite sex partner, by the way, or at  least one of them." He laughs
because he knows me so well... he's aware I'm a  little self-conscious now
about getting so maudlin earlier, and then my flood of  tears. Oh my God, I'm
embarrassed!  He grins, "I'm one of your favorites,  huh? That's good to
know. It fits right in with my master plan." I go, "You said  you didn't have a
master plan," and he goes, "I lied. It's a hundred page  manifesto with
secret pictures of you that I've taken over the years without you  knowing it."
I say, "Well if they're secret pictures of course I wouldn't know."  Robby
smirks, "Okay, I lied again, there's no manifesto or secret pictures. I
promise never to lie again, oops, that's another lie right there." I hug him,
"You nut," and kiss the side of his head. Robby says, "Lets hop in the shower
 and wash each other." I say, "How about a bath together instead, then the
shower  to rinse off." And that's what we do, a long lazy bath rubbing
against each  other and smiles galore as we feel pretty fucking good about
ourselves.Then  rinsing off and hugging under the shower for five minutes. Later
in bed before we go to sleep in each  others arms, Robby quietly says, "The
things you told me tonight about how you  feel about the two of us and what
we mean to one another. Those thoughts of  yours were some very touching
sentiments to hear, Dylan. I'm really flattered  you feel that way about us and
our lover's relationship. I don't think you know  how much it meant to me
that you shared those thoughts with me. I love you so  much, more and more
every day." I start to say something, but Robby puts his  finger to my lips,
and says, "I love you and I know you love me. Lets get to  sleep now." I nod
my head and lay back sharing his pillow. Closing my eyes I'm  thinking, 'See,
right there! That's an example of my lover being the head of the
household. And I listened to him too, and did what I was told. Damn, that makes  me
feel good'. I go to sleep happy and contented with a smile on my lips and
Robby's special scent in my head.

The next morning, Friday  morning, Robby and I wake up almost at the same
time. We lean our heads over for  a good morning kiss and a muttered,
"G'morning." We're not morning people  especially, most people aren't. We get ready
for class mostly without talking  except an occasional, "Are these your
socks or mine, Dylan," and I mutter,  "They're Chubby's, I think. It doesn't
matter." Then a couple minutes later, I  ask, "What's the weather gonna be
today. I don't know whether to wear a  sweatshirt or what?" Robby shrugs, "I
don't know, baby." I chose a long sleeve  lightweight pull over. Fuck it. We
go out to the kitchen and don't see Chubby.  "What time's Chubby first class,
Dylan?" I go, "Same as ours I think." Robby  nods towards Chubby's bedroom
door with a questioning expression on his face. I  mutter, "Yeah, I'll
check." I open his bedroom door and see he's out of bed  sitting at his desk
typing into his computer. "It's eight-thirty, Chub." He  says, "I know, bro, but
thanks for checking up on me. I'll be right out. Make me  a coffee, okay?"
Robby made me a cup of coffee along with one for himself. You  gotta love
the Keurig coffee making machine and those K-cups. Invented just in  time for
us... heh heh. I make Chubby's coffee and join Robby on the balcony for  a
smoke. As I light a cigarette, Robby asks, "Nervous, Dylan?" I shrug, "I
don't  know, anxious to get in the grove more than nervous, ya know?" He holds
up his  iPhone, "I already got a text from your twin." I go, "Oh, what'd he
say?" and  Robby reads out loud, "Hi boss, I'm ready to begin working for
that 'B' GPA you  talked about, and with the help of the threesome I know we
all can do it. No  fucking around this year, Rob, we're gonna follow your
lead." I mutter, "What a  world class brown-noser, huh?" Robby makes a face,
"Maybe he's sincere. Let's  see what happens if we say nothing, and see what
he's got in mind. Not that  we're ganging up on him, but we owe him a chance
to work through what he wants  to do. Don't you agree?" I shrug, "Sure. I
have no idea how it's gonna go, do  you." He mutters, "Nope, but it's not
something I'm real concerned about. I'm  concerned about you, and making sure
you're happy." I go, "I'm happy, Robby, but  last night, um, I over did it, the
over the top maudlin stuff. Sorry." He steps  over to give the back of my
neck a squeeze, saying, "No, not at all. It was  sincere and very sweet. I
mean it, Dylan, your words made me feel really good,  like we're on the right
path and moving forward faster than I had hoped. You  were awesomely honest.
Not everyone can express their deepest feelings like you  can, and you
often do it too. I admire that. I wish I was more like you." I nod  my head,
mumbling, "Thanks," still feeling a little geeky for coming out with  all that
stuff.


Chubby comes out and takes my  cigarette from my fingers, saying, "I was
just online a minute ago checking out  the latest scuttlebutt  about our
campus police. Gotta be prepared and up  to date on what's up with those
asshole's. There's some good shit online about  that, good advise." Robby asks,
"Like what?" Chubby looks so cute as he talks  with exhaled smoke coming out his
mouth and nose. He looks so young. Do I look  that young? He says, "First
of all the obvious... they are our enemies. They're  not here to help you in
any way. If you get caught breaking one of the sixteen  million rules, they
will do their best to get your ass on probation or even  kicked out of
school. That's what they live for." I go, "It's the same story as  with the
'protect & serve' local police. They don't protect shit and they  never serve
anyone other than their police brotherhood. The best they can do is  maybe
catch someone after that person fucked you up somehow, and the emphasis  needs
to be on the word maybe." Chubby says, "Yeah, but with these  guys if you get
caught drinking beer or something you need to switch your brain  into a new
mode. Become like a professional actor who's completely convinced  that you
did not break any fuckin' rule. Sometimes this means telling a  completely
outlandish bald faced lie. The second you start cooperating with your  enemy
they have a huge advantage." Robby's chuckling, "Um, can you give us an
example, Chub?" He shrugs, "Let's say your walking around campus with a can of
 beer in your hand. A campus police guy pulls over and accuses you of
drinking on  campus. You say, 'No, sir, I wasn't just drinking a beer!' Then as
he frowns  looking at the can of beer in your hand, you shout, 'I didn't
TOUCH my smoke  detector! It was like that when I got here.' Now you've got him
forgetting why  he stopped you, so you follow that up with, 'I did not stick
a pipe in my pants!  That's ridiculous! Please stop unduly harassing me, I
have to study." We're all  chuckling, with Chubby smirking, muttering, "Like
that. The police guy will be  confused and wonder why he stopped you.
They're not MENSA candidates ya  know."


We enjoy more advice like  that from Chubby and then the three of us, a
backpack on our backs with the  books we'll need, skip down the steps with a
smile on our faces and chuckling as  we look forward what comes next. Chubby's
always good for a grin or a laugh.  He's beautifully off the hook, you
could say. Before we part, with Robby and me  taking the pickup and Chubby the
Jeep, he has one more bit of advise. He goes,  "Remember guys, college has
been around forever. In fact, 'college' is Latin  for, 'Mom, everyone gets a
'C' in that course." I laugh out loud and Chubby  gives a wave and he's off.
Where does he come up with this stuff? Robby drives  us to the campus and
during the short ride he tells me what a wonderful time he  had with me in bed
last night, "Dylan, it was like a dream last night, it was so  perfect. I
love when you get serious and open up your inner feelings. I feel  privilege
to be the one you tell these things too. I just wanna thank you, and  I'll
leave it at that." I look at him, "Thanks, Robby, I meant what I said,  every
word," and then I try remembering everything I said and can't. I'm sure it
was the truth though, and Robby will remember the good parts, that's the
important thing. Then, as he's parking, I ask, "Robby, are you going to have
our  meeting tomorrow? The one you said you and I will have every Friday."
He turns  off the pickup, and looks at me, "We don't have to call it a
meeting, we'll just  talk to each other about the previous week and make sure we
both are on the same  pages with everything. Okay? You okay with that?" I nod
my head, "Sure. I think  it's a good idea."


Walking up to our first class  we see that Ryan's already there. He sees
us, and walks over with a cute smile  on his face like everything's cool.
"Good morning, guys, how ya doing this  morning?" Robby and Ryan do a one arm
hug with Robby saying, "Good, how 'bout  you, Ryan?" Then Ryan and I do the
same with Ryan ending it by looking into my  eyes giving me a mysterious
'look'. The tall friend of Ryan's roommate walks up,  asking Ryan, "Would you
introduce me to your friends, Ryan, I'm in this class  too and I don't know
anyone in it." Ryan acts jittery as he introduces Rex Louis  to us and us to
him. Rex seems like a regular guy and up close he has a macho  look about him,
but his demeanor is low-key friendly and quite normal. Actually,  if he
wasn't so tall and macho I'd say he's a little shy. He has very pretty  eyes, a
green and aqua combination that shine. He looks intelligent, but macho,
shy and intelligent... usually don't go together. He's wearing slim pale-tan
thin corduroys and a Merrimack sweatshirt. He has a backpack that he's
carrying over one shoulder, sneakers on his feet... nothing unusual here. Except
 for his height he'd be Joe average. Well, except for his eyes and the
smattering  of hot-looking whiskers along his jaw and on his upper lip. Curly,
soft looking  whiskers. Brown hair with a nice conservative fairly short
haircut, no part and  flicked up in front a little... it's like a purposely
disheveled hair style.  It's cool actually.  Huh! He's nothing like I expected
because Ryan said he  was a gay dominant type. I wouldn't think he was either
from just meeting him.  Rex says, "Did you guys know that the first notes
were taken thousands of years  ago my Moses on stone tablet? Yeah, and at one
point he asked God, 'Will this be  on the exam?" We all look at him and
then Ryan blurts out a laugh and then the  rest of us do too. Rex smiles. The
way he said that we thought he was serious  initially until it registered
what he said. As we're going inside the lecture  hall, Ryan leans against me,
saying, "Rex is a funny dude with that deadpan  humor, huh?" I go, "Yeah, it
took me by surprise." Robby says, "You sit here,  Ryan," and he sits next to
him and as usual I sit in the third seat in. We're  sitting in the second
row from the lectern. A second later, Rex, who followed us  down to the front
of the room, asks, "Can I sit with you guys?" Robby stands,  muttering, "Of
course, Rex," then to Ryan, "Let Rex by, Ryan," and Rex settles  in next to
me looking over at me, smiling sexily. He nods his head a little,  like
confirming something to himself, and then looks forward as the professor  comes
out and introduces himself again. Class starts and after fifteen minutes
Robby taps my arm and then taps my tablet on the desk in front of me. I look
at  him and he whispers, "Take notes, Dylan," and the sophomore year begins
for  real.





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


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I have had two books published that are available on  Amazon that maybe you
would like to order and read. Actually one book  and one short story. The
short story is titled "Concealed Agony - Gay  Romance" (and I didn't pick
that title.) Read this short story first. And  the book is named "Oliver's
Wildwood Vacation" They are  both about 'Oliver'.  You can easily find them by
searching for 'Donny  Mumford' at the Amazon web site.

And I would appreciate it if you would  provide a comment at the site for
the stories as  well.

Thanks.

Donny Mumford



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