Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 15:21:20 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter   24

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  24


by  Donny Mumford




It's pitch black as I'm stumbling through the woods toward my apartment
building, stoned and drunk and unsuccessfully trying to bat branches away from
 my face. Tom Love dropped me off at the side of the road below The Royal
Crest  apartments a couple of minutes ago. He's in the same condition as me,
so  consequently he felt he'd get lost in the apartment complex if he drove
in the  front gate, and he probably would have. We left Ryan's dorm room in
a bit of  disrepair stinking of booze, pot, and cheap snacks. Crumbs on the
floor and a  smoky haze drifting around the room like the fog of London or
the smog of LA,  take your choice. I'm glad I don't need to sleep there.
Tom's gonna get a room  at the Bates motel wannabe five miles down route 114.
Even in his stoned  condition it's unlikely he'll get lost as it's a straight
drive down 114 and  there's a big-ass sign for the motel on his right. I
probably should have  invited him to stay the night on our sofa except that
would have created  unneeded questions and complications. I've got all of those
I can handle as it  is. For one thing, Robby's going to be pissed-off when
I walk in the apartment  buzzed on pot and booze, but there ain't nothing I
can do about that now. Truth  is, at the moment I feel pretty fuckin'
awesome, except for being in this  forest. The booze got me drunk and the pot's
mellowed me out, and between Ryan  and Tom I've been pretty well fucked too,
and I mean that in a good  way.


Dammit! I just tripped on some vines or something and fell on my face in
this fucking forest. Jesus! These woods don't look this evil from our
balcony.  What'd my hand land in? I smell the wet gooey stuff on my right hand and
it  might be some kind of animal shit. Oh goodie! I wipe as much of it off
as I can  on the bark of a tree, then look around. Are there animals in here?
This sucks!  Staggering ten steps more and the undergrowth seems to thins
out. Now all  I need to do is avoid walking into a tree and I'm good. Okay,
there's the  parking lot and a minute later I'm safely on blacktop looking up
to see the moon  is covered by clouds. No wonder it was so dark in there.
Where the hell am I?  This isn't our parking lot. Walking up through the
parked cars I realize it's  one parking lot over from ours. In other words where
I usually end up parking  since I can never find an open spot in our lot.
Fucking stupid to not have  enough parking spots.


Another three minutes and I'm keying in the code for  the back door to our
building, then up the stairs and over one apartment and I'm  home.  Now this
stupid key won't work. Goddammit! Oh, wait a second... this  is the spare
key to the Jeep. Using the right key I let myself into a quiet,  dark
apartment. Are Robby and Chubby in bed already? I check my watch again and  see
it's a little after ten o'clock. Without turning on any lights I go down the
hall on tiptoes and look in my bedroom. Hot shit, nobody's home. Back out to
the  living room, I turn on a couple of lights snickering to myself. Heh
heh, I can  get away with this. Back to the bedroom, turning on the light as if
to say,  'I'm home, where the fuck's everyone else?'.  Then into the
bathroom to strip off my clothes. I smell my shirt and it smells  like pot so I
bury it under a lot of dirty clothes in the hamper, turn on the  shower and
while the water comes up to temperature I think to brush my teeth and  gargle
with mouthwash. Okay, I'm still high, and drunk as a skunk, but I'm the
only one who knows it. That thought gives me the giggles which I can't shake.
I'm giggling like a fool  during my shower which goes on much longer than I
planned. This becomes obvious when the hot water is turning luke warm. What
the  fuck? Why am I sitting in the bathtub? When did I sit down? I start
giggling  again as I turn the water off, dry myself and walk naked to check my
watch on  the bureau. It's after eleven! Holy shit, a one hour shower.
Well, I'm clean  anyway, now where the fuck are Robby and Chubby? If I was real
smart and on top  of my game I'd get in bed right now, but I'm neither of
those things at the  moment so I put on pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt, step
into slippers I hardly  ever wear, and pad out to the kitchen to see if we
have any beer in the  refrigerator. Fuck! We drank it all. Getting a pack of
cigarettes from the  kitchen cabinet I go out on the balcony to smoke, but
come right back in to put  a CD in the player and then go out again and light
a cigarette as 'The 1975' do  their hit, 'Chocolate'.


I'm leaning against the balcony railing studying the woods behind the
parking lot as I smoke. Hmmm, where'd I come out of that jungle? The trees look
innocent enough from here but now I know there's all kinds of undergrowth
that I  can't see from the balcony. Wait a fuckin' minute, Ryan never
mentioned any  trouble walking through the woods to the road last Friday, and I've
walked  through the woods a number of times last year without any problems.
Just my luck  that idiot dropped me off at the worst spot possible. Then I
get a little  worried because I can't remember his name. Who the fuck drove
me from the campus  to the woods, and why didn't that dick drive onto the
parking lot? Lets see: I  know I was with Ryan and he had pot, but from whom
did he get it? Shit! I feel  fucked-up all of a sudden and sit down on the
chaise lounge, then get right up  and run as best I can to the bathroom. Just
making it, I throw my guts up in the  toilet. And then do it again leaving me
so weak now I can hardly stand or keep  my eyes open. Sitting on the
bathroom floor, leaning against the toilet, I'm  waiting to be sure I don't need
to throw up more. Then I get myself up and brush  my teeth again, gargle, and
then realize I'm really thirsty. Staggering into the  kitchen I gulp down a
bottle of water hearing a car door slam. Oh, I left the  sliding door to
the balcony open. And there's my barely smoked cigarette on the  floor.
Kicking that off the balcony, I'm looking down and see Robby walking  unsteadily
towards the back door. That pricks been drinking with his teammates,  one of
whom is Danny Monday. The fuckin' nerve! I'm dizzy now thinking maybe the
pot's wearing off. Inside the apartment again, I slide the balcony door shut
and  hurry down the hall, bouncing off the wall once, and then into the
bedroom to  pull off my sweatshirt and crawl  in bed, then get right up to turn
off the  light while cursing myself for not doing that when I came in... ya
dumb shit.  Back in bed  I fake being asleep thinking I should have left a
note  for Robby asking him where he's been till this late hour? Ha! That
would have  been a hot shit move on my part. Too late now.


My fake sleeping apparently worked wonderfully because I don't remember
anything else until just now. What the fuck? It's seven-thirty in the morning
and I still feel a little drunk. Robby's sleeping peacefully next to me.
Glancing out the window I see it's raining. That's just great! As I'm getting
 out of bed a giant needle sticks me in the head. What a fucking hangover I
have!  Balls, I'm never doing pot again and I'm never drinking bourbon
again either!  Plus, I need to piss worse than I've ever needed to do anything
before in my  life. As I stagger to the bathroom I look at my sleeping
boyfriend and, wow, he  looks so cute and innocent. As I'm pissing like a friggin'
horse I test my brain  to see if I'm stressed or depressed now that the
drug's worn off. Huh, I can't  tell because my hangover's so sucky. Brushing my
teeth I try remembering what  class we have today and for a second I
convince myself it's Wednesday and we  have no classes at all, but that doesn't
work. It's fucking Tuesday, but there  is some good news: Our first class
isn't until one o'clock. Realizing this fact  I feel such relief my eyes tear up
as I stagger to the kitchen for Tylenol and a  big glass of orange juice.
Well actually I don't use a glass, I drink the juice  from the container, but
if I did use a glass it'd be a big one. Back in bed I  snuggle under the
covers swearing my joint-smoking days are behind me and then  drift off back
to sleep wondering if I can back up that last thought about  swearing off pot.


Next thing I know Robby's gently shaking my shoulder, asking, "You awake,
Dylan?" I open my eyes a little and my head pounds a few times, but less
than it  did earlier. I manage a smile, "Hi, boyfriend," and he leans over to
kiss me,  then he mumbles, with his hand over his mouth, "Hope my morning
breath wasn't  too offensive." I shake my head and the pounding starts up
again, then ask,  "How'd your night go?" He defensively says, "I sent you a text.
The guys wanted  to celebrate our plans for pickup games. We've even got
games scheduled with two  other colleges. Strictly on an informal basis with
no coaches and our own  umpires." I pretend I got his text, saying, "Well,
I'm glad it was a good time  and everything worked out like you wanted." He
goes, "Well, I wasn't real happy  it went on so late last night, but I knew we
didn't have a morning class today."  I nod my head like I totally
understand and that gets the drum beating in my  head. He looks at me for a second,
then asks, "Are you a mad at me?" Ah ha, a  chance for me to be magnanimous.
I show an expression of surprise, "Mad at you?  Why on earth would I be mad
at you?" He shrugs, "I don't know. You said you  couldn't wait for us to go
to bed and then I don't show up until after you're  asleep." I say, "Yeah,
dammit. I was telling myself to stay awake, but I must  have dozed off. I
feel great now though," as the drum pounds boom, boom, boom in  my forehead
now. "A good night's sleep, ya know." He nods his head grinning, "Ya  wanna
fool around. I didn't drink all that much last night." Ha, why was he
staggering in the parking lot then? I say, "Sure," and Robby says, 'Let's brush  our
teeth first, and I've got to take a wicked piss too." Thank God I
remembered  to flush the toilet after hurling up my guts last night. Was that last
night?


We both get up and as we walk to the bathroom Robby puts his arm around  my
waist looking at me. I glance at him and he asks, "Something disagree with
your stomach last night?" Oh fuck! I go, "Um, yeah, that's right I got
sick. It  might be a stomach flu." He hugs me, "You poor baby, and I wasn't here
to take  care of you. I noticed some spray around the rim of the toilet
which looked  suspiciously like someone barfed in there." I go, "Yeah, it was
me. It would  have been nice if you were here to make me feel better. I'm
glad you had a good  time though, that's the important thing." He gives me a
frown, so hmmm, that  might be overdoing it, Dylan. Robby pisses while I brush
my teeth feeling guilty  for lying to Robby. I get back in bed while he
brushes his teeth and gargles.  When he gets in bed smiling at me, I say real
fast, "I lied to you, Rob. I was  drunk last night and threw-up. Ryan and I
smoked pot and drank too much. I never  even checked my cellphone so I didn't
see your text." My face is hot and red as  I avert my eyes, then glance
over at Robby, who's looking confused. He asks,  "Why didn't you just say so? I
was out drinking too. Neither one of us planned  to do that, but sometimes
shit happens. We're in college and that's what we do  at times. It's no
crime." I mumble, "I don't know why I didn't say that right  off. Felt guilty I
guess." He rubs my shoulder, grinning, "Hey, baby, neither of  us is without
faults," and it occurs to me I'm not the only one here who's got a  bit of
a guilty conscience. This alley cat boyfriend of mind was probably  shagging
Danny again last night. I'd bet on that. Robby says, "We've both agreed
that for the time being anyway we have lives away from one another, ones that
aren't all that important to us. When we're married and dedicated to each
other  we'll still have a small part of our lives separate. Not sexually of
course,  we'll be monogamist, but I mean socially. Small insignificant parts
of our  lives, not the important parts at all." Okay, that's too much
information from  Robby, strongly suggesting a guilty conscience. He gets his arm
around me and  hugs me kissing the side of my face, "Lets get sexy, baby."
Boom, boom, boom  goes my head again, but what's a bass drum in my head when
sex is on the  table?


Robby's lightly massaging my dick as he grins at me, murmuring, "I was
thinking about you last night and remembering our night together the night
before. It was awesome the way you were showing me love, making me feel
important. I love when you refer to me as the head of our household in such a
serious way too. That makes me feel ridiculously good." I grin back, ignoring
the Congo drum that's replaced the bass drum pounding in my head, mumbling,
"The  head of our household is apparently intent on giving me a boner," and
Robby  grins leaning down for a sweet lovers kiss that finishes off his
boner building  on me. My arms go around his neck as I roll on top of him and we
make-out, our  heads moving a little, rubbing our noses together as out
lips kiss and our  tongues slide against one another. "Mmmm," from me, as I
gently hump my boner  against Robby's groin. Robby hasn't shaved his new
whiskers since the other  night and the feel of those sparse, slightly stiff hairs
almost makes me cum in  my PJ's. The drum in my head recedes as Robby's
distinctly sexy scent takes over  control of my brain and an intense love for
him follows which in turn pushes his  sexy scent to the side. More deep
kissing as I'm squirming on top of his taut  body and soon Robby's cock is as
hard as mine. It's sexual perfection that I'm  capable of turning him on as
much as he turns me on. His hands rub over my head,  his fingers in my hair on
top and up the back of my head. We both are quietly  moaning with sexual
heat and desire. Robby's elevated sexual heat is now a  fixture in my heart and
head. I absolutely love that it's there turning me on to  him sexually like
never before. The thoughts of Robby's ever growing confidence  and
take-charge demeanor gives me this deep feeling of everlasting love and  dependence
on him. I get chills from contemplating a life with this almost  perfect
young man, a boy in many ways, but one I want to be with forever. The  way he
smells, and feels, and taste is programmed into my brain now, hardwired
there and nothing could make me happier. He's my thrilling lover now without a
doubt, and no one else can come close to him.

We take a rest from making out and just lay here together catching our
breath while continuing to caress each other's body, our hands rubbing lightly
over our tight young bodies, or our arms hugging the other, hardly
believing how  fantastic it feels to do either. It's deliciously wonderful to be
doing this  with someone I'm in true love with and one who I know loves me at
least as much  as I love him. I lift my head and stare into his big blue
eyes. I can clearly  see his macho whiskers on his upper lip and under his
sideburns and can't even  imagine how hot he'll be a year from now. That thought
makes me shudder with  sexual excitement. Lowering my head slowly until my
lips feel his, we get into  another sweet lovers make-out until both out
pajama bottoms are wet in front  with precum. Robby reaches down with both hands
and pulls my pajama bottoms down  past my ass, murmuring, "Roll over on
your back, baby, I need to feel my cock  inside your perfect ass." As I do that
I kick my pajama bottoms off and lay  naked on my back, pulling my legs up
as Robby rustles around dropping his pajama  bottoms and getting between my
legs. "Pull them back further, okay?" He takes  his top off and I stare at
his chest and hard stomach, oh so sexy and tight. His  cock is a hard bone
sticking out from his shaved groin. I'm already in a lover's  trance staring
at my beautiful boyfriend, lover, and fiancé. Robby's sitting  back on his
ankles stroking that hard, fat, dripping four-inch cock. Going up on  his
knees slightly, he guides the head of his boner to my asshole and we both  gasp
when he humps his hips and pushes the head of his boner inside me. Robby's
head goes back as he closes his eyes going, "Ooooh, mmmm, ooh God that feels
 good."


He leans forward with a hand on either side of my chest, lowering his  head
until his face is a foot above mine. My arms go around his neck bringing
his head down the rest of the way to mine. I rub my face against his whisker
stubble, murmuring, "You're so sexy hot, Rob. My man's hot and he fuck's me
 good." Robby kisses my lips as he's slowly pushing his cock up my ass
spreading  the lips of my asshole while the head spreads the walls of my rectum,
and  it's oh so tightly pressed against my prostate my shoulders shudder,
as I  moan, "Oooh Rob, oooh, it feels so good." One final hump of his groin
against my  buttocks and Robby nestles the side of his face against mine and
we're tightly  together. We're docked together like a space shuttle docks
with the space  station miles above earth, which is where I feel we are now,
Robby and me. He  moans, "Ummmm, you smell so sexy, Dylan. How's it feel,
baby?" I grunt quietly,  "Oh my God, it feels unbelievable, Rob. Fuck me hard,"
and the familiar, "Slap,  slap, slap, slap,' sounds ensue as I squirm under
him tightly holding his head  down so the sides of our faces rub together.
Moving only his athletic hips he  steadily humps his cock up my ass over and
over, each thrust feeling better than  the one before it. Oh God, this
feels good! Robby's got this new way of humping  his hips that feel different
and improved, and it's got me groveling on the bed,  our faces getting sweaty
together. The steady stimulation of my sensitive anus  with all it's nerve
endings and then there's my sphincter muscles seemingly  having a trillion
nerve ending of their own, although that might be due to the  proximity of my
super sensitive prostate. Whatever, it's feeling like the best  thing in the
world to me. Robby's fat cock is hitting every sensitive nerve  ending it
comes in contact with. His fat cock actually does that better than a  longer,
slimmer erect penis. To me Robby's is my favorite cock now because of  it's
heft and familiarity, but mostly because it belongs to my true  love.


I can tell I'm not going to last very long before climaxing. Robby simply
turns me on so much just being his sexy self. I was wildly aroused  before
his cock even entered my rectum. I wish it would last longer because there's
no  pleasure on earth for me like the sexual pleasure I have during anal
sex with  Robby. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," with Robby grunting now and picking
up the  speed of his cock's penetrations. I can feel his cock grow even
fatter and  harder as he's desperately slamming it up my ass now, making little
whiny sounds  of sexual arousal. His orgasm is obviously building and now
mine is on me hot  and heavy. I arch my back squealing as cum shoots from my
cock in a tight stream  hitting Robby's chest as he leans over me. My arms
hug his neck even tighter as  more squirts of cum shoot from my incredibly
tight boner even as Robby gasps and  shoots a lot of creamy warm cum into my
bowels. We're both thrashing around on  the bed moaning, then Robby's boner
pulls out of my ass shooting cum on my butt  cheeks. He lifts up and fumbles
his cock back up my ass. I go, "Aaaah,"as it  slides tightly back up my
hugely sensitized rectum with both our bodies  shuddering. Another dozen thrust
up my ass, each one a little slower than the  last until Robby falls on me,
his cock pulling out of me again. We're both  gasping in air for half a
minute and then things settle down and I let out a  long exhale, relaxing with
Robby on top of me. I'm hugging him and doing little  kisses on the side of
his head feeling really good and really well fucked. I'd  like to bite
Robby's ear, or bite something on him. I ask quietly, "Can I suck  your cock,
Rob?" He nods his head, then mumbles, "Not too hard, baby. It's  really
sensitive." I squirm out from under him as Robby lays limply on his  stomach.
Sliding down the mattress I push him up on his side with Robby  chuckling and me
sucking his sloppy cock into my mouth and licking on it for a  minute or so.
I simple wanted another sexual contact of some kind with  him.


I'm going to rim his ass to show him how submissive to him I can be, but
Robby says, "Okay, that's enough, baby, come on up here." I slide back up and
he  puts his arm around me, "You can't imagine how long I've been dreaming
about you  finally loving me like this." I say, "I was going to rim your
asshole, Rob." He  grins, "That's okay, Dylan, another time. Ya know, at times
during the last  three years I thought you never would love me this much,
but I never stopped  trying to win your love and now I finally have it." I
suck on my lips trying to  taste his spunk, then smirk, asking, "Are you
disappointed?" He laughs, then  hugs me again tighter and kisses my face about ten
times, "Not hardly, Dylan.  There's nothing about you that disappoints me.
It's more like I can hardly  believe the way you love me. It's more than I
ever hoped for." I go, "Yep, I  love you and I'm devoted to you too. You're
my man for better or for worse." He  laughs, "I'm your man, huh? Every time
you say that I get chills." He rocks me  gently back and forth as I lay here
on him in his arms, then he kisses me a long  kiss on the side of my
forehead, murmuring, "And you smell good too, like a  baby." He's trying to lighten
things up a little to keep  us from slipping  into maudlin, I guess. I go
along with it, saying, "Ya know, Rob, as my man  you've got a shit load of
responsibilities. You need to make sure I'm happy and  buy me presents and
stuff, and surprise me once in awhile too with a trip to Key  West or
something. Maybe surprise me with a new mini convertible so I can get  around town
with the baby in style. Lots of clothes too. There's a lot that goes  with
being someone's man, and of course there's frequent sex, like at least two,
three times a day." He's grinning, "I know, I know a shit load of stuff I need
 to do and guess what... it'll be the most fun I've ever had doing all that
for  you and more." I go, "Oh, and a pool table too." He laughs, "Sure a
pool table,  of course."

I wiggle out of his arms, hop off the bed and scrimmage through one of my
drawers in the bureau. I look back at him grinning as he lays in bed with
his  hands behind his head, his elbows sticking out. I should lick his armpits
to  show him how submissive to him I am. Maybe I'll remember to do that
next time.  Oh good, I find the engagement ring and hop back in bed showing it
to him. "Do  you think I should wear it? I'd like to." He laughs, then says,
"Absolutely not!  That ring is symbolic only, but I must say I'm glad you
at least knew where it  was." I go, "Of course I know where it is, it's my
engagement ring, fer  chrissakes. How much did it cost anyway?" I hold it up i
n the light and it  sparkles. Robby laughs, "A person doesn't ask how much a
gift cost, that's  impolite" I say, "Yeah, but I just did ask you. How much
was it?" He shakes his  head chuckling, then says, "Eight hundred dollars.
It's only a third of a carat.  The saleslady looked at me like I'm a
cheapskate when I chose this one, heh heh.  I told her, 'He'll like it, it's only a
symbol we're engaged'. Ha ha, her eyes  got wide when I said 'he'll'
instead of 'she'll'... dumb bitch. " I go, "Jesus!  Eight hundred dollars, that's
way more than I thought. You had a lot of balls  saying that to her, but
that's my man!" He laughs again, then says, "Fuck her,  I'm proud that you're
my fiancé. I bought it with the bonus money I got at the  end of the summer."
Us workers got a bonus too, but not nearly that much. I say,  "You got a
big bonus because you were a supervisor, right?" He shrugs, "Yeah, I  guess.
The other supervisors got more than I did." I go, "That's not fair!"  Robby
goes, "Yeah, it was more than fair. Come on, take a shower with me," and
that's what we do.


Afterwards, as we're getting dressed Robby gets a cellphone call. He
answers it saying, "Hey, hi brother, wassup?" He listens as I look at him
wondering what this call means. Robby goes, "Awesome, yeah, sure! We have a one
o'clock class but we can have an early lunch with you guys. How about
Connor?"  He listens, "Okay, bro, see you at Fuddruckers." He tells me, "Dodger and
Vinnie  are gonna have lunch with us, and then they'll check out the campus
and of  course I'm sure Dodger will see what trouble he can get into.
Vinnie going along  with whatever Dodger does. Those two are cute together, don't
ya think?" I go,  "Yeah, cute. Lets cut the afternoon class, Rob, and see
Dodger in action. It's  been awhile." and he's like, "No, Dylan, we gotta
improve our GPA this year."  Fuck! I'd love to cut this two hour lecture. As
I'm pulling khaki's on, I ask,  "What about Connor?" Robby says, "He's helping
Seth at work. It's inventory time  and Connor is always looking to make a
buck so my dad hired him to help Seth.  He's paying Connor under the table
from petty cash." Huh. I'd like to have seen  Connor too. I miss giving him
haircuts... and whatever. By the time we're  dressed, then have a cup of
coffee and a cigarette on the balcony, it's time to  meet the boys for lunch.

Outside the rain has stopped. Robby asks, "You wanna drive my pickup,
Dylan?" I go, "Sure," and I drive us to Fuddruckers. The pickup truck is a lot
higher off the road than our Jeep and it's kinda fun for a change being up
above  the cars. It's a different perspective and I sorta understand why some
guys like  pickups. For me though, if you don't need a pickup for your job,
drive a car.  Especially women who I see driving pickups all the time.
Penis envy I guess. I  park next to Dodger's hand-me-down pickup and see him and
Vinnie looking cool  leaning up against the building smoking. Big grin from
Dodger when he sees us.  We walk over and he gives Robby the quick as a
wink kiss on the lips hello,  which I'm happy to see. Guess they're back to
their brotherly loving ways,  except I would think Robby would have mentioned
that. I get a nice hug and  squeeze from Dodger as Vinnie slaps hands with
Robby and then me. He says to me,  "How my favorite barber doing, Dylan, nice
to see ya, dude." I give him a hug,  "You too, Vinnie, then run my fingers
through his short hair, asking, "Do you  miss all that hair you had before I
cut it off?" He goes, "Nope. I was going to  have you cut my hair like my
boyfriend's but he won't let me." I go, "Huh, well  it's pretty short as it
is, Vinnie." He looks cute and I get a kick out of the  way he imitates
everything Dodger does. For his part, Dodger appears oblivious  to all of it.
He'll give Vinnie an affectionate hug across his shoulders or  around the back
of his neck from time to time and it's, um, well, it's  sweet.


Inside Fuddruckers we stand in the always present line, even now before
noon, waiting to place our orders. Vinnie's telling Dodger something about a
book he's reading. I hear him says, "Yeah, important genes usually exist in
multiple copies, and that's in case one iteration gets damaged." Robby and
I  exchange shrugs and smirks as Dodger mumbles, "Sure, Vinnie, whatever the
fuck  you said." We change the subject to the Patriots football team, who
are off to a  weird start this year. Vinnie says, "All I know is Belichick is
entrusted with  plenipotentiary duties in Foxboro both as a general manager
and head coach, but  he might want to consider depending less on his
coaching abilities, which are  significant, and more on picking talented players."
I go, "I think I agree with  you, Vinnie. Belichick's an awesome head
coach, but not an awesome general  manager when it comes to picking in the
draft." Vinnie, mutters, "Yeah, I just  said that," and then it's Robby's turn to
order. As it turns out we all order  the same thing: cheeseburger and fries
with sodas. Then we gets our drinks at  the soda service area and grab a
table to wait for the buzzer they gave us to go  off indicating our food is
ready. Nothing like cooked-to-order  burgers.


While we're waiting I tell a joke. It's one I read online. "A guy sticks
his head in the doorway of a barbershop, asking, 'How long before I can get a
 haircut?' The barber looks at those waiting for a haircut, and says, "Hour
and a  half, I'm afraid," and the guy nods his head, muttering, 'Good,' and
he's gone.  This happens frequently during the next couple of weeks, but
the guy never  actually returns for a haircut. Finally when the guy sticks his
head in to ask  how long, the barber tells him an hour and the guy leaves.
The barber says to  Joe, who's waiting for a haircut, "I'll give you a free
haircut if you follow  that guy and see where he goes. This is getting
weird." Joe does that and comes  back two minutes later. The barber asks,
"Where'd he go?" Joe laughs a bit, then  says, "He went up the back stairs to your
place." Robby and Dodger chuckle as  Vinnie asks, "Is he robbing the
barber's house?" I go, "Duh, he's porking the  guy's wife." Vinnie frowns. He's
book smart, but not too bright otherwise.  Odd!


Dodger says, "I've got a joke too," and he goes, "On a lady's 50 th
birthday she decides to get a face lift. It cost $5,000 but when the bandages
come off she's thrilled with the results and can't wait to ask a stranger how
old she looks. Buying a newspaper she asks the clerk at the news stand how
old  he thinks she is and the guy says she looks about 32. The narcissistic
50 year  old woman is thrilled to tell the clerk, 'Actually I'm 50 years
old'. The clerk  mutters, 'No shit,' and now the 50 year old wants to hear
others tell her she  looks young. At McDonalds she asks the woman in front of her
in line, 'Excuse  me, but would you tell me how old you'd guess I am?' The
woman in front of her,  shrugs saying, 'You look around 28 years old,' the
older woman is thrilled to  say, "Nope, I'm 50 years old.' The woman in front
of her mutters,  'Whoop-de-fucking-do for you'. It's so awesome to look
much younger than 50  years old and she loves having her age guessed far below
her actual age. After  lunch she can't resist, while waiting for a bus,
asking the old man standing  with her, 'Sir, how old would you guess I am?' He
squints, then says, 'My  eyesight blows, but if I could feel your bare tits I
could tell your age  exactly'. This pisses the 50 year old lady off, but
then she gets real curious  to see if the old pervert could actually guess
right, so she gives in and says,  "Okay sir, go ahead and feel me up.' The old
fart gets both his hands under her  bra and squeezes and fondles her tits
until the bus comes. After getting on the  bus and paying the bus driver,
they're walking down the aisle as the woman says,  "Well, old timer, how old am
I?' He says, "You're 50 years old.' The woman's  shocked, 'How'd you know
that, I look much younger?' He sits down, muttering, "I  was behind you in
line at McDonalds.'


That gets some loud yuck's as our buzzer goes off indicating our order is
ready. We collect our food and in between wolfing it down, I ask, "What are
you  and Vinnie going to check out on campus, Dodger?" He says, "Oh, I've
been here  before. Vinnie's interested though. He's thinking about applying
here for next  year." This surprises me because Vinnie's gonna get scholarship
offers from  prestigious universities because of his grades and GPA. He's a
brainiac in book  learning, like I said, but his common sense is for shit.
A really good kid  though. I ask, "Aren't you receiving scholarship offers,
Vinnie?" He says, "Oh  yeah, I get 'em and my parents are real pleased about
that. Free education and  all. They want me to go to Stanford, MIT,
Harvard, like that, but I wanna be a  stand-up comedian and I figured I'd get more
material here at Merrimack." Robby  and I exchange frowns, then Robby asks,
"Are you shitting on our college,  Vinnie?" He looks perplexed, "Hell no, I
just complimented it." Dodger mumbles,  "It's best not to take too much of
what Vinnie says literally." Vinnie goes, "Or  I might join the Army. I'd
also like to be a waiter in a good restaurant, so I  got some career decisions
to make." We let that go assuming his parents will set  him straight. It's
best if we keep our conversation to nonsense, shit's, and  giggles. Dodger
says, "Look at that freak with the shaved head, he's two tables  over." We all
gawk at the guy who's shaved head is covered with tattoos. His  face has
many tattoos too, plus it's pierced in ten or twelve places with gaudy  metal
rings and bars, his arms are tattoo sleeves, and the words, 'Unhappy' are
tattooed on the front of his neck." I go, "Hideous," and Dodger says, "Didn't
 you notice, he's wearing braces." Robby says, "Yeah, so what?" Dodger
asks, "Do  you think he looked in the mirror one day and thought, 'Ya know, I'd
be really  hot if I just got my teeth straightened'? This strikes us as so
funny. The guys  way past looking hot with the fucked up tattoos and
piercing's, and who would  even notice his teeth. We all get to laughing until the
big tattooed ape looks  over and stares at us. No sense in getting in a
hassle with someone who's  obviously deranged.


After lunch we convoy, one pickup behind the other, to Merrimack's campus
and park near our lecture hall. Robby and I get our backpacks on and say
goodbye  to Dodger and his shadow, Vinnie. They head over to the quad and we go
in the  opposite direction. Robby says, "Take notes during class, Dylan.
We're going to  have a study period, you, me, and your twin on Friday before
we head home.  You're okay with coming home with me this weekend, right?" I
go, "Absolutely,  boss," and Robby mutters, "Good." Ryan's waiting for us on
the steps of the  lecture hall. He gives Robby a one arm hug while making
eye contact with me,  like... 'Does Robby know?' I say, "Hi, twin, did you get
sick last night like I  did?" We do a quick hug, "No, Dylan, I wasn't sick.
What happened?" I shrug, "I  guess I drank too many beers at your place,
and that pot wasn't too cool." He  glances at Robby, who's waving to someone,
then Robby mumbles, "I'll be right  back," and he walks over to talk with
Danny Monday. I tell Ryan, "I told Rob we  were drinking beers and smoking a
little pot. No problem, but don't bring it up  again, and definitely don't
mention Tom. Okay?" He nods his head, then asks,  "You wanna get high this
afternoon?" I'm like, "No fuckin' way, dude! I'm  finished with that shit. Man,
I threw my guts up last night." He says, "We  overdid it last night, no
doubt about that, but a couple of joints won't hurt  you. And anyway I promised
you I was going to fuck you all over my dorm room,  and I like to keep my
promises." He grins at me shyly, "You liked it last night,  right?" I mutter,
"I can hardly remember last night. Fuck, I couldn't remember  Tom's name
after he dropped me off." Ryan rubs my shoulder, "Ah, come on,  Dylan," and I
go, "Maybe I'll share a joint with you, but no combining drinking  with the
dope." He nods his head real fast like he does and that makes me grin
because he's cute. I look around, then push his glasses up his nose and kiss him
on the lips real fast. We both look around and luckily there's still no one
 looking our way.


Robby waves at us, "Come on, guys." and we follow him up the steps. Ryan
says, "I like this class," and I shrug, mumbling, "I gotta takes a lot of
notes.  We're having Rob's study group Friday and I want to have all the
answers to his  questions." Ryan gooses me, mumbling, "Who's the brown-noser now?"
Inside the  building we're walking down the steps towards the front of the
lecture hall. On  the way I bump fists with Dougie and Jamie getting cute
grins from both of them.  A couple of cute hottie's. This class is available
for freshman and sophomores.  Then Judy Rinker stops me, asking, "Why doesn't
your brother call me?" I'm like,  "I don't know. Why don't you call him?"
and she's like, "I've sent him texts."I  go, "I'll tell him to call,
alright?" She says, 'You better," and as I catch up  with Robby and Ryan I'm
wondering, "How'd I get in the middle of Chubby's sex  life?" We sit in our
Robby-assigned seats, Ryan first, then Robby, with me on  his right. Robby's
looking so cool I squeeze the back of his neck just to touch  him. He turns to me,
saying, "Pay attention to the professor." Oh boy, there's  that confident
bossiness again. To increase the thrill, I say, "Yes, Rob." Ha  ha, this is
so much fun.


The first half of this two hour class goes by quicker than I expected
because I was taking notes all through it. We have a break after fifty minutes
so we go outside for a smoke. Robby says, "Why don't you guys come and watch
the  baseball game this afternoon," and Ryan goes, "Sure, I'd like that.
How 'bout  you, Dylan?" I'm like, "Absolutely. What time do you start, Rob?"
He says, "It's  a three-thirty start so we can get at least four or five
innings in before it  gets too dark to play. We can't use the outdoor lights
because it's only a  practice game, mostly for fun." I'm sort of bumping into
Robby as he talks,  cause I'm feeling sexily squishy inside with the hot's
for him. It's like so  cool to have the hot's for him all the time now. My
dick's all squirmy in my  pants thinking we'll be in bed together in about
eight or nine hours. If it  wasn't for this damn baseball game it'd be only an
hour or so before we could  have a 'nooner' back at the apartment.
Unfortunately this class isn't over until  three and that leaves only a half hour
before the game. Then I glance at Ryan  thinking maybe we can sneak a quickie in
during the game somehow. Robby and Ryan  are laughing about something I
didn't hear because I'm trying to think of a way  Ryan could give me a quick
fuck, maybe when we go for some snacks during the  game.


I hear Robby ask, "Why so quiet, Dylan?" I go, "Huh? Oh, I was thinking
about this class. Did you notice me taking all those notes, Rob?" Ryan
mumbles,  "Brown-noser," and Robby laughs as I give a playful slap to the back of
Ryan's  head. He grabs my hand and squeezes it hard, showing off his new
found strength,  and I go, "Ow! Goddammit!" Robby says, "You twins are at it
again. Act your  age!" Ryan lets go of my hand, mumbling, "I was just kidding
around." We head in  for the second half of the class as I'm thinking that
Robby's recent surge in  sexy heat has me hornier than ever. Oh well,
nothing's perfect, but do I ever  have it bad for him now, and it's like I'm always
horny. Hustling to catch up  with Robby I walk closely by his side, saying,
"It's Ryan who's acting like a  brat, Rob." He looks at me with a grin, "Um,
didn't I tell you to call me  'Robby', like you used to?" I shrug, "You're
too cool and sexy-hot to be a  'Robby', Rob." He chuckles, "Okay, whatever
you say, baby." I put my arm across  his shoulders and whisper, "How about we
get sexy right after your game, you  know, before dinner?" He grins, "You
got it, babe. That's if your brother's not  home." I go, "We can get sexy in
your pickup like we used to." He grins again,  "Okay, sure." Damn, he's hot!
He adds, "But for now, Dylan, lets concentrate on  the second half of this
class." I nod my head real fast like Ryan does and then  get pissed-off at
myself. I told myself I wouldn't throw myself at Robby because  he might
start taking me for granted. Walking down to our seats and backpacks,  Robby
stop to talk with a teammate. Ryan and I sit down and I ask him, "Has Rob,  you
know, did you and him do it?" Ryan says, "None of your business,
brown-noser," but he's grinning so I assume they got laid sometime, but when did
they have the opportunity? I mumble, "Don't try putting that brown-noser tag on
 me, Ryan. We both know you're the king of brown-noser's where Rob's
concerned."  Robby joins us and Ryan moves out of his seat.



I've got half a boner in my pants through most of the second hour of this
lecture and it feels good, but like I mentioned I'm horny again. Maybe that
pot  has increased my sex drive after all, which is something I wouldn't
have  believed possible. Naturally I've Goggled 'oversexed' and of course
they've got  medical terms like hypersexuality or hyper-sexual disorder. Sexual
addiction for  guys is called 'satyriasis', and then the familiar,
'nymphomaniac' for females.  It could be my overactive libido or sex drive is caused
by a build-up of too  many chemicals like guys sometimes get at puberty, you
know too much  testosterone. It's like I'm in a perpetual puberty or
something. I don't  consider it a problem of course, I was just curious so I
checked Google and  discover it's not just me that's oversexed. I think that's
what Tiger Woods was  treated for after it came out he was fucking like thirty
different woman. I'm  small time compared to that, so like I said it no real
problem overall. I'm  kinda glad I have it actually, ha ha. Consider the
poor bastards who have the  opposite problem. That's the real concern, not
what I have. Robby whispers,  "Notes, Dylan!" Oh yeah, and I start taking notes
feverishly.


After class as we're walking down to the baseball complex when we run  into
Dodger and Vinnie smoking and talking to a couple of freshman-looking guys.
 Robby calls to Dodger who looks over, bumps fists with the guys, and comes
 sauntering over with Vinnie following. Dodger says, "I was asking those
guys  where I can score some pot." Robby mutters, "Ask Dylan," and I point to
Ryan,  saying, "He has some, not me. Ask Ryan." Robby tells Dodger, "Okay,
there's your  answer to the pot question. You know I don't smoke it, and
Dylan didn't used to  either. Why'd you start now, Dylan?" Fucking Dodger! I
confessed to Robby that I  was smoking it last night and he was willing to let
it slide and now he's  curious about it and giving me the third degree. I
shrug, "I'm in college, what  the fuck. That's the time in life you try stuff,
be a little reckless." Dodger  goes, "Yeah, what's the big deal? Smoking
pot's better than drinking booze and  getting drunk." Robby shakes his head,
muttering, "Whatever. I'm not your  mother, but you can get in more trouble
with the cops getting caught smoking pot  than drinking beer underage. Just
saying..." Dodger walks over to Ryan, "Have I  ever told you, Ryan, you're a
hot looking dude?" Ryan mumbles, "That would be  'no' since you've never
before talked to me." Vinnie mutters to me, "He's not a  hot looking dude." I
squeeze the back of Vinnie's neck, asking, "Jealous?" He  goes, "Yeah, I am.
I'm a hotter looking dude then that guy." Robby goes, "Lets  get going,
guys." I walk with Robby as Dodger tries conning Ryan into sharing  some of his
pot, with Vinnie watching closely. Robby says, "I wish you wouldn't  smoke
that shit, babe, it's habit forming." I go, "Not from smoking it once or
twice it isn't and anyway it made me sick so I'm off it." Robby goes, "Good,
I'm  glad to hear that."


Dodger catches up with us, asking, "Can we get in the gymnasium or
whatever it's called here?" I say, "Your brother's a big deal jock, of course he
can get you in." Robby's like, "Yeah, sure, Dodger, but it's actually the
indoor  track and field and tennis facility. We can't stay long, I've got a
practice  game to play." I ask Dodger, "Did you get any pot from Ryan?" He
says, "Nah,  that dweeb won't sell me any. Says he promised his supplier no
reselling."  Robby's like, "Way to go Ryan!" and Dodger goes, "Tell him to sell
me some,  Robby. He'll listen to you." Robby's like, "Nope, it's none of my
business." I  ask Dodger, "Why do you want to see the track and field
facility?" He goes, "I  don't, Vinnie does." I'm not taking this any further, I
don't want to know why  Vinnie wants to see it. We walk over and find the
doors are open. We hear  tennis balls being hit back and forth. "There ya go,
Dodger, looks like the  tennis team is having practice. Act like you two
belong and no one will be the  wiser. Don't steal anything though, and when
you're done come down to the  baseball field and watch us play." Dodger shrugs,
"I don't know, maybe." We  leave them as Robby tells Ryan, "I'm glad you
didn't sell my brother pot." That  gets Ryan grinning, then smirking at me like
he just scored some brownie points  with Robby. Damn pain in my ass, but
still he can be so cute at times. It's  settled, I'm gonna get me a quickie
from my twin during the game. I won't need  to ask him twice, except now that
I think about it, Robby's and my side-sex  isn't supposed to be initiated by
us. Hmmm, well I can get Ryan to suggest it.  That shouldn't be hard, he's
as horny as me... that cute satyriasis. Ha  ha.


Robby leaves us at the bleachers and goes into  the locker room to  change
into cleats and the baseball top of his uniform, and get his glove too I
guess. I purposely bump against Ryan, saying, "Hi hottie," and he goes, "Hi
yourself," and while smirking cutely he gooses me. This will be a piece of
cake,  but where can we do it? I'm looking around as Ryan squeezes the back of
my neck,  then runs his fingers through my hair, asking, "You gonna let me
give you your  next haircut, like I want you to?" I say, "I just might
because you're sexy." He  says, "You want it again, don't ya?" I look surprised,
"No, is that what you're  thinking?" He grins, "Yes, it's exactly what I'm
thinking except Marty's in my  dorm room sleeping." I shrug, "So, that's
out," and he's like, "It's great we're  back being fuck buddies again. Remember
back in the day when you were asking me  to fuck you all the time, nagging
me to do it, and I'd do you three or four  times a day?" My dick tightens-up
as I say, "I never asked you for it." He says,  "Yeah, you did, and now it's
like I'm thinking I'll give you a quick fuck in  that locker room over
there. You know,  when the games going on and  everyone is out here." I go,
"Think again, mister overconfident." He squeezes my  nose, "You want it, who are
you kidding." I go, "Well, I don't want us in a funk  with each other
again, so if you insist I guess it'll be okay." He says, "I  insist," and then
Rex Louis calls him, "Yo, Ryan, get over here a second." Ryan  says, "Huh,
he's never talked to me without Marty being with us. He probably  heard about
the pot I have." I ask, "What'd Marty say about the condition of the  room
last night?" Ryan laughs, "He was pissed, what do you think? But, like I
said, he's been fucking me so we smoked a few joints together from the bag I
bought from Tom, then Marty fucked me wildly and that smoothed things over."
I'm  incredulous, "In your condition last night, you smoked more pot and then
got  fucked?" He giggles, "Yeah, it was hot too, but we're not supposed to
kiss and  tell about side-sex, remember?" I go, "You're a satyriasis, you
know that." He  goes, "I probably am although I have no fucking idea what that
is. I gotta see  what Rex wants. Be right back."


In a couple of minutes he's back, telling me, "Damn! I'll have to take a
rain check on this afternoon, Dylan. Rex wants me and him to get Marty up and
 I'm trying to get tight with these guys so I gotta go." I go, "What?
You're  leaving me to go off with him?" Ryan says, "I'm really sorry, but I'd
like to  have more than just two friends at college and I room with Marty so,
ya know."  Dammit! I mutter, "Yeah, sure, go ahead." He says, "Thanks for
understanding,  Dylan. Maybe we can get together later. I know you want me to
fuck you." I  shrug, "I don't know, maybe," and he trots off. Being oversexed
ain't always  great. I sit in the bleachers watching the baseball team come
out and start  throwing the ball around. Maybe Dougie and his roommate,
Jamie, might wander by.  The game starts and as usual I enjoy watching Robby. I
root for him too, and to  me any baseball game is fun to watch. Then I see
the cute English lad that's in  Ryan dormitory. I saw him there last night,
two doors down from Ryan's room.  Wow, he really is cute too. He's by
himself sitting at the top of the bleachers.  It's a long shot, but I'm gonna see
what he's like to talk to and see if my  poorly functioning gaydar picks up
any vibes from him. I gotta be casual about  this though. Fuck, I still feel
a little shy meeting someone for the first time.  Not like I used to be, of
course, and I'm not always shy. Sometimes I'm damn  forward and wise-ass
about it, but this kid sort of is intimidating somehow.  Maybe it's his cool
accent.  Hmmm, this could be very  interesting.


to be continued...    Donny Mumford    thinat29@yahoo.com



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