Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2015 12:36:50 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S  SOPHOMORE  YEAR    Chapter   27

DYLAN'S  SOPHOMORE  YEAR


Chapter   27


By  Donny Mumford




Yesterday was a good day and it would  probably be considered a good day by
most college students, or non-college  student my age, for that matter.
Lots of laughs to go with some moderate  drinking, some sports spectating, and
of course some hot sex thrown in for good  measure. Who wouldn't like a day
such as that. Laying here next to Robby this  bright Wednesday morning I'm
smiling because we have no classes today. Plus,  there's the little matter of
Robby saying last night that he and I are going to  stay in bed this
morning and have sex, sex, sex! Sex until we're satisfied we've  had enough; a
worthy goal and one well worth our time. Also, no hangover this  morning so
that's one more reason to smile, although this is definitely too  early to wake
up. I need to take this opportunity to sleep-in. Checking my watch  I see
it's the time I normally would get-up... seven o'clock, in other words.  The
clock in my brain is responsible for this unfortunate early awakening so the
 right thing to do is let Robby sleep and go back to sleep myself. Yeah,
that way  we'll be well rested for our expected sex play to come. In that
regard, my usual  musings about being oversexed doesn't seem a valid concern,
not when Robby's a  willing participant. I guess I'm thinking that way because
he's always been more  mature and serious, certainly more so than me, and
that's true for just about  everything I can think of. He's more focused on
what his goals are too, so if he  feels our sex life isn't out of the
ordinary why should I? Glancing at him  laying here next to me my heart goes
pitter-patter at how cute and sexy he is.  He's got a really hot body and I love
that boyish voice of his, but best of all  is his new-found confidence that
gets my dick feeling all squirmy in my pants  most of the time. Not that I
have pants on now since we went to bed naked last  night. Moving my leg over
to Robby's, then sliding my whole body against his I'm  enjoying the way he
feels and smells. It's a faint sexy clean natural scent that  always
registers in my brain as very, very special. His body is tight with a  nicely
defined physique. My fingers lightly ruffle through his blond hair, so  full and
soft and clean. I shampooed it for him when we took a shower together  last
night, which for me is a sexy thing to do. Others might think shampooing
another guy's hair repugnant. Too bad for them.



Taking a deep breath, I'm feeling good about things in general, that is
until I remember something disturbing from last night. It's when Chubby
casually  mentioned that I've lost some of my playfulness, some of the fun of
everyday  life he used to see from me, and I care deeply what he thinks about
me. He's  inferring, I suppose, that Robby has too much influence on my
general outlook. I  know Chubby feels the way Dodger does about Robby and me
getting engaged. They  think it's goofy, but like Robby says, he and I aren't
like everyone else.  Chubby hinted that I'm making some bad choices where
Robby's concerned, which is  more of a significant concern for me than Dodger's
evaluation of Robby's and my  relationship. And that's true even though in
many ways Dodger's mirrors my  brother's. They used different words but it
comes down to the same thing.  They're both disapproving of the influence they
claim Robby has over me. I can't  see anything wrong with it myself though.
I'm apparently not seeing what they're  seeing and I'm infinitely closer to
the situation than they are, so who's more  qualified to make that
judgement? Still, there's a niggling thing in the back of  my brain I can't get my
mind around that's bothering me a little. Something  that's not right about
Robby and me. It's frustrating that I can't bring it into  focus. Oh fuck it!
I overanalyze and second guess myself about everything.  That's where
Robby's so good. He decides something and just moves ahead with it  without
looking back. As odd a thought as it is, I even considered the  possibility that
there might be jealousy involved in both Dodger's and my  brother's
criticism. Dodger almost admitted that was part of it with him, which  is flattering
although misguided. It has always been shit's and giggles with  Dodger and
me... nothing romantic in the least. Then there's Chubby who maybe  feels
Robby's become more important in my life than him, which is never gonna
happen. Maybe Robby can someday be equally as important, but no one will ever be
more important than Jeffrey Romaro to me. Impossible for anyone to match the
 years and years of experiences we've had together, especially when for so
long  it was Chubby and me against the world.


Turning over, away from Robby, I'm realizing it's a turn-on looking at
him, which isn't helping me fall back to sleep. But instead of going back to
sleep, I now wonder about Ryan. It's good that he's making friends although
I'm  worried his marijuana usage may turn into a problem. A problem that
could  escalate. That damn Tom Love showed up at the worst possible time the
other day.  I learned my lesson that night with him and Ryan. I'm now off that
weed shit for  good, whereas Ryan's continuing to use it in his effort to
make friends. It's a  concern as I still have real feelings for that cute
little guy. He and I have a  bit of a history together too, albeit not a long
one. Until fairly recently I'd  never experienced super sexual heat for anyone
like I felt for Ryan for a month  or two there when we were insanely hot
for each other. Oh my God that was some  hot sex. The thing is, our sexual
heat was without real romantic love, or any  serious kind of love at all,
except love of the sex of course. I had basically  the same situation with Willie
for a time too. With both Willie and Ryan it was  a higher than normal
level of buddy-sex, but when ya get right down to it it's  still buddy sex. A
hot, hot version of buddy-sex that's not likely to ever be  duplicated with
either of them again. Now with Robby, the sexual heat between us  is
comparable to that I felt with Ryan, but with real love on top of the heat. A
combination that can't be beat. I'm beginning to wonder about the possibility  I'm
getting over the need for a truly dominant sex partner too. Of course I say
 that without having experienced a truly dominant sex partner for some time
now,  so... I don't know for sure.


And that makes me think of Sonny, which gets me pulling my pud for a bit
because he's one hot little dominant fucker. The fact he's younger and
smaller  than me just adds to his dominant attractiveness as far as I'm concerned.
Wow,  I've never seen anyone pull off dominant sex like he does it. He does
it with  that constant cute grin on his face too, his unique devilish grin.
Plus he goes  about everything with absolute certitude, positive he knows
what's going to  happen next. Sonny processes a confidence you don't see
every day and certainly  not in someone who's just recently turned eighteen.
Damn, I'm getting a hard-on  just thinking about it. Maybe I'll see Sonny on
Saturday. Yeah, Sonny and a few  other posse boys have been texting me about
getting free haircuts. I enjoy most  of the boys quite a bit and I guess we
sort of bonded over the summer. It's fun  giving them haircuts too, so why
not do it if I've got the time. Yeah, and then  there's my new interesting
friend, Freddie from London town. He's interesting  alright, sexy and very cool
as well. There's something about him that intrigues  me. That fuckin'
accent of his is cool too. And, holy shit, what a great head of  hair on that
kid. Hmmm, I think he might be gay too, although I'm not sure.  Yeah, he very
well may have been sending me feelers with his remark about  jerking me off,
and also him calling cigarettes 'fags'. There were a few other  things like
that he dropped into our conversation that I can't remember right  now. He
was also very forthright about not having a girlfriend. Straight guys
usually lie about that not wanting to admit they either don't have one, or
sometimes they'll say they just broke-up with one.


On the other hand, maybe it was more Freddie's general demeanor that  makes
me think it's better than a fifty/fifty chance he's got some gay leanings.
It'll be fun to find out, and I will find out. I mean, since my side-sex
has  almost totally evaporated what with me turning it down so frequently it
frees me  up now to explore Freddie's sexual orientation without guilt.
Reducing side-sex  is basically part of my commitment of working toward a
monogamist relationship  with Robby, but I've been grossly overdoing it now that I
think about it. Ya  know what, more and more I'm thinking it's too early in
the game for that level  of commitment. It really is! I've got more wild
fucking oats to sow and Robby  probably does too. Why torture ourselves? Yeah,
we're getting ahead of ourselves  big time considering we've barely left our
teen years. So ya know, I'm  conflicted and why shouldn't I be? I mean,
since when don't I listen to Chubby  and he contends something's amiss in my
life. He knows me better than anyone and  he says some of the fire and lust
for life in me has gone out. It's gotta be the  result of me eliminating
side-sex too soon. Chubby and me really need a heart to  heart talk anyway about
a number of things, not the least of which is me  reinforcing how special he
is in my life. I also need to get more insight into  how he thinks I'm
messin' myself up. Maybe a little foot action to reconnect to  our old days and
old times is in order too. Past adventures with Chubby still  represent most
of the best times of my life.


I manage to fall back to sleep somewhere  along the way and now when I wake
up it's quarter after eight and Robby's not in  bed. Looking at the
bathroom I see the door's closed. Robby always closes the  bathroom door and, heh
heh, Chubby never does. Ha ha, that ballsy brother of  mine. Yes, I've
definitely got to get him to check my feet. Make sure they're  okay and I also
like watching the lap of his pants poke out as he springs a  boner. That
fucking foot fetish of his is something weird alright. Fuck, all  fetishes are
weird, that is if you don't have the fetish yourself. If you do  have a fetish
of some kind it can be fun as long as the fetish isn't running  your life.
Hey, wait a minute! My infatuation with being dominated during sex is  a
fetish of sorts. If it's not I don't know what else it could be. Anyway, the
point for me to consider is the possibility it is in fact influencing my life
too significantly. Hmmm, this could be the root of why Chubby thinks
Robby's too  influential in my life. I've never before had a serious relationship
with  someone I take orders from, not for more than a day or two. Then it's
like 'drop  dead please' and get lost until the next time I want to mess
around sexually  with sub/dom stuff. That's the way it was with Willie, Ray,
Sonny, Junior when I  was at the shore, and others. Short periods of sub/dom
play. A temporary sexual  high and then back to normal day to day life. Now
though it's more constant with  Robby, day after day. That's through no fault
of his I should add because it's  been me who's been trying to get him to
be in-charge like, um,  forever.  Huh! Something to think about. Robby's
in-charge demeanor perhaps has encouraged  me to eliminate side-sex too
drastically and too soon. In other words I'm  overdoing it. Overdoing something is
certainly not new for me. It's good to be  able to see and admit one's
mistakes the way I can. Now, what to do about it?  Hmmm...


Robby breaks into my musings when he comes out of the  bathroom smiling at
me, naked as the day he was born, saying, "Get up sleepy  head and lets get
some coffee and a smoke." I go, "Aren't you forgetting  something? I believe
you said we'd have sex all morning?" He goes, "Oh yeah,  that's right, I
did," and he takes three giant steps and jumps in bed on top of  me. "Ow, you
hit my nuts with your knee." He's giggling, ruffling my hair and  laying on
me, then a kiss or two before I say, "Time out, I need to take a  piss." I'm
also naked as the day I was born walking into the bathroom looking  back at
Robby, who's smirking at me. This is going to be fun. I take my piss,  wash
my face and hands and brush my teeth. Robby's dried cum from last night is
on the back of my legs and butt cheeks so I wet a washcloth and clean that
too.  I'm still drying my ass as I walk back into the bedroom, saying, "You
know what?  You're right, lets just have a coffee and a cigarette." He goes,
"Oh no you  don't. Get that cute ass of yours over here!" Ha! Just wanted
to see if he's  really up for this. Silly question because Robby's as
oversexed as me, er, I  don't mean oversexed, I mean just as sexually interested
and active as me. That works out well for both of us when we're together,
although not always as well when we're not.


This time I jump on top of him purposely trying to land on his balls for
payback, but I miss. We wrestle around getting lots of skin to skin contact.
Wrestling is a damn good activity in that regard. Huh, I should have gone
out  for the wrestling team way back as a freshman in high school. Yeah,
except I  didn't realize I was gay back then, being late to the party ya might
say, and  then fat Carl changed all that. Robby gets on top of me again and
we end-up  kissing sloppily until we're both dragging our hard boners against
each other's  body leaving streaks of precum here and there. It gets very
hot and sexy leading  up to a hard fucking with Robby bouncing off my back.
No talking, but lots of  moaning for a delightful ten minutes or so before
every nerve ending in my body  screams at me with delicious intensity and my
boner fires a long stream of cum  on the sheet, and while my whole body is
still shuddering from my big climax  Robby fills me up to overflowing with his
creamy spunk. A little sweaty, we  cling to each other rubbing our bodies
together until we're exhausted, then just  lay next to each other with our
hands caressing each other. Deep breaths until  finally I say, "You really
know how to make me feel good, Rob. God, I love our  sex together." He rolls up
on his side, supported by his elbow next to me as I  lay on my back looking
into his big blue eyes. From above me he's grinning at  me, then he says,
"Ya know, those words you said a minute ago are music to my  ears, Dylan,
but, um, didn't I always make you feel good when we had sex  together?" I
shrug, "Yeah, sure, but like with everything else, practice makes  perfect." He
grins at me, murmuring, "I gotta get a taste of your dick," and he  leans
down to suck on my cock licking off remnants of my cum. It gets me hard  again
and I'm soon squirming on the bed and playing with his hair.


Chuckling about something with my cock still in his mouth, Robby then
slides his mouth off it, lays on me and kisses my lips, then says, "You're very
sexy, do you know that? It's like I'm helpless around you." I shrug again,
"So?  You're sexy too." Robby shakes his head, "No, not like you, baby! Your
sexiness  is way up there higher than anyone else's. You even look sexy
without trying.  And I mean all the time. Your eyes and those lips of yours,
sexy with a capitol  'S', and your ass!" I've heard that from others, but when
I'm staring at myself  in the mirror I can't see what they see. I'm cute I
admit, but the so-called  sexy 'look' alludes me. As far as I'm concerned I
look like most guys in that  regard. It's one of the mysteries of life: who
perceives who as sexy, and  why. It's different for different people, but
gay guys often think I'm sexy for  some reason, so far be it from me to
complain about it. Robby and I lay together  touching and talking about ourselves
which eventually leads to Robby's favorite  subject: the two of us married
with children. He reiterates the part where he  has a good job with his
dad's firm and I stay home with the baby. I can't help  but think his
reiterating this concept so often is maybe to reinforce it in my  mind. It's one of
the things I want to talk to him about when we go out to  dinner Saturday
night. We're going to our favorite restaurant where our favorite  waiter serves
us cocktails. Cocktails loosen the tongue and reduce inhibitions  so I'll be
able to better articulate my concerns about some of Robby's vision.  For
now though, I don't want to put a damper on this morning's festivities so I
play along with him. "You know, Rob, I've been wanting to have a serious
discussion with you about the need for you to buy us a pool table. I haven't
mentioned this much up till now, but it's vital we get one because I need an
activity to prevent me from becoming bored senseless sitting around the
house  all day with the baby. And ya know, taking care of a baby requires like
a total  of like forty-five minutes to an hour a day at the most. They sleep
all the time  and I'm not big on watching TV, especially not the shit
that's on during the  day. Jesus, dude, give me a break with that!"


Robby thinks about this awhile as I stare at him wondering what's the
fucking problem about getting a pool table. Finally he says, "We'll see, Dylan,
but money might be a little tight at first, especially if I'm buying us
that  bargain priced brand new condo. Most newly weds do not move right into
their own  home like I plan for us. And anyway, it's not just the baby you
need to take  care of, there's cleaning the house and shopping for food and
taking the baby to  the pediatrician. Ya know, there's more to being a stay at
home, um, dad, then  just feeding the baby and changing diapers. I was
thinking we should go  old-school with the diapers too, and use cloth for the
kid. They'll be softer  and way less expensive. So, there's another thing
you'll need to do, ya know,  wash the diapers." I'm staring at him thinking he'll
probably break out laughing  any second now, but he doesn't. Instead he
says, "And preparing our meals and,  oh yeah, I'll probably want to have the
guys who work for me over for dinner  with their girlfriends or spouses...
maybe on a monthly basis. That's how you  form a close knit group and get
everyone bonding together, so you'll need to be  planning that sort of thing too.
Oh, and taking my suits to the cleaners and  picking them up, stuff like
that. You can save us some money washing an ironing  my shirts yourself. Oh,
and also when little Robby's a toddler, you'll plan  'play dates' with other
moms and their toddlers. Lots of stuff, Dylan, you won't  have time to get
bored." He running his fingers through my hair telling me all  this while I'm
staring back at him with an incredulous expression on my face.  I'm
speechless actually.


After a bit, with me not saying anything, he asks,  "What? Something
wrong?" Well where the fuck do I start? I'm shaking my head  slowly side to side
wanting to say, 'Are you out of your fucking mind?' but  instead all I can
come up with is, "When did we decide the baby would be named  after you?" He
shrugs, "I just assumed he'd be named after his dad," and then he  adds real
fast, "I'm not saying you're his mom. Um, yeah, we're both dads,  you're one
hundred percent correct there and I see your point. Damn, I guess I  always
thought of him as a little 'Robby' though. You know, when I'm planning
things. I mean his name would be 'Robert' of course, like mine, but we'd call
him Robby like you used to call me." Well this simply sucks! It's all so
fucked-up I can't pick out one thing to dispute, until I finally say,
"Cleaning?  how about a fucking cleaning lady? Did you ever think of that?" He says
seriously, "It's just until I get promoted that we'd need to be tight with
a  dollar, and I'll help with the cleaning. You know, um, a little bit on
weekends  maybe... um, once in awhile." Being sarcastic, I go, "Weekends?
Won't you be off  golfing or something?" He goes, "Hmmm, you're right, I should
probably take up  golf. Good point, baby. See what I mean about both of us
talking about  everything and bouncing ideas off one another? I never thought
about golf, but  lots of business gets done on a golf course, you're right
on with that. We'll  work together on our plans as time goes by. It's still
at least two years off,  so we have lots of time." Oh brother, that's the
first thing he's said that  makes any fucking sense at all. I'm like, "We have
a lot to talk about, you're  so fucking right about that. Lets do some of
that talking Saturday night. For  now though lets talk about something else,
anything else."


Robby's grinning at me, "I know what's going on here. You're just now
realizing there's more to being a stay at home dad than you thought, right? Am I
 right?" I go, "There's more scenarios for stay at home dad's than just
yours,  Robert." He laughs, "Robert, huh? No, seriously, we can talk about
anything you  want. Is it washing the diapers that bothers you?" I go, "Washing
two or three  diapers a day isn't the real sticking point, Robert. I'll get
rubber gloves and  be done with that in two fucking minutes. It's everything
else and I can't  understand why you are unable to see the value of buying
a pool table. You want  your wife to be happy don't you." He's like, "Oh,
that's another thing, I don't  really want to call you my wife." I mutter,
"Sarcasm, Robert, it was sarcastic."  He nods his head, but ignores that, "I
know it's done within some gay couples,  calling one the husband and the other
the wife, but I'd rather we think of  another title for you. Just because
you'll be effectively acting the part of my  wife doesn't mean we need to use
that designation. We can if you want, I'm just  saying I'd rather not as of
now. Maybe two years from now we'll think  differently about it." I'm
giving him a blank stare, until he finally says,  "Okay, you can call yourself my
wife if you want. Jesus, don't make a big deal  out of it." Now I'm
unconsciously smelling the back of my hand until I  unexpectedly burst out
laughing. Robby is so fucking clueless, it's actually  hysterically funny when ya
get right down to it. I can't stop laughing and he's  like, "What? Tell me,
what is it?" as he chuckles along with me, not knowing  why. Oh man, I'm
laughing my ass off at his absurd vision of our married life.  Through my
laughing I manage to say, "Golfing." and laugh some more. It's all so  stupid.
Finally I calm down and mumble, "We've got a lot to discuss, Robert,"  and I
start laughing again.


Oh boy, that's too much, but now Robby's looking concerned, "Are you
making fun of me, Dylan?" I shake my head, "No, Rob, it's just some of the
things you're envisioning aren't going to happen, that's all. Not even close! Ya
know, we're too serious about everything, you and me. We need to lighten-up
 about all these plans. We were nineteen year old teens a few weeks ago, so
we're  basically kids. The important part of your vision is we get married
in two to  three years. That's set in stone, um, just about. Everything else
is up for  negotiation and we've got tons of time to finalize how we're
going to go about  our married life. It may not look any-fucking-thing like you
envision it and  that's mostly because two to three years is a long time
and things change.  Unknown, unimaginable things pop up and change stuff.
That's all I'm saying." He  goes, "I know that, but for now, as of now, what do
you want to change about my  plans for us? Is it the diapers?" I go, "No, I
already told you it'll take two  minutes to wash two diapers, or I'll throw
them in the fucking washing machine,  fer chrisakes. That's nothing. It's a
lot of... no, lets hold off until Saturday  night when we'll take one or two
topic, at the most, and analyze the shit out of  just those two things.
Then another time we'll discuss two more things and do  that over and over for
the next three years until we get it right." Robby goes,  "Is that a veiled
reference to the diapers?" I start laughing again and he  starts tickling me
and laughing along with me. Okay, I know Robby is innocently  naive about a
lot of things, but it's kinda cute actually. We'll get  straightened out
with all his 'visions' over time. Oh man! Take his suits to the  cleaners...
Ha ha, rightttt! Oh God, he's funny with that shit.


We goof around wrestling and kissing, me breaking out with giggles every
time I think of Robby's details for married life. What a dreamer, but a cute
lovable dreamer. He says, "I'm not sure what's so funny this morning, but
I've  got a surprise for you. In honor of the fact you like the sub/dom sex
nonsense  so much I'm going to humor you by tying you up before fucking you.
How do you  like that?" I mutter, "Oh no, not that!" He grins at me as he's
taking the  pillow case off my pillow and then ties my hands with it,
saying, "Be careful  what you wish for, boyfriend." Heh heh, I could pull my hands
out of this clumsy  pillow case tie without hardly trying, but I want to
let him have his fun.  Actually, he's doing this for my benefit I assume, so
that's another reason not  to ruin it for him. His pillowcase he uses to tie
my ankles together. He smacks  my ass, saying, "Get on your hands and knees,
slave!" Oh no, he's been watching  BDSM porn, maybe the same ones Sonny
watches. It takes all my well-known  significant willpower not to laugh out
loud again as I get on my hands and  knees. "Smack, smack, smack," on my ass
with Robby chuckling. "There, you've  been punished you bad boy, now suck my
cock," and he walks around in front of me  on his knees instead of ordering
me to turn around the way it should be done.  Whatever he wants... ha ha. He
goes up on his knees holding out his cock so I  can suck it into my mouth
which I'm happy to do, and so what if it was up my ass  earlier this morning.
Sucking and licking that fat penis of his turns it into a  hard wooden
saliva dripping dowel in two minutes with Robby grunting and  moaning, squirming
around on the bed so much he almost pulls his cock out of my  mouth. When he
does pull it out, making a quiet moan, "Mmmm," his boner is  sticking
straight out from his groin. "Tight," he mutters, and then walks on his  knees
again, getting behind me this time. His hard cock pokes my asshole as  Robby's
rubbing the palms of his hand tightly up my back and then, "Ooh!" in  goes
his cock with Robby grunting. The lips of my anus are immediately
sensitized and now it's me squirming on the mattress. "Smack!" on my ass, "Stay
still, slave!" I try not to move around as he slowly pushing his cock up my ass.
 Oh God, that feels good. The sensations in my rectum cause my back to arch
and  my shoulders to shudder on their own. He grips my hips leaning against
my  buttocks, then swivels his hips getting a moan from me, "Ooooh, Rob,
um, um," and off we go again, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds in my ears as he
drives  his cock up my ass, not frantically because we just recently  fucked.

a tantalizing ten or twelve minutes of quiets murmurs and the steady
"Slap, slap, slap," sound of his body smacking into mine. His moving boner, back
and forth inside me, sensitizes the lips of my asshole and that wonderfully
 sensitive prostate that's now pulsing sexual pleasure signals to my brain.
My  entire rectum, along with my cock and balls, participate in creating
that  uniquely deliciously sexy feeling of anal sex. His hard fat cock riding
back and  forth past my anus and over my prostate has me murmuring, 'Mmm,
feels good," as  this wonderful sex act continues until it reaches that point
when extreme sexual  arousal kicks in and impending climax reaches the
tipping point. Now it's only a  matter of how many more penetrations until the
inevitable supernova of sexual  pleasure explodes in my brain. Impossible to
describe the intensity of a quickly  approaching climax and I'm desperately
squirming on the bed and pushing my ass  back against his thrusts while
whining with anticipation. Fantastic sensations  continue building around my anus
and prostate, as I blubber, "Ooh, ooh, ummm,"  moving my head and sucking
on my lips. Continuous stimulation of nerve endings  increasing relentlessly
until they're at insane levels of sexual pleasure with  me continuing to
push my ass up at his quicker thrusts, desperate now to  experience yet another
orgasm this morning. My head's back and my body's  tingling all over with
nerve endings alive and sparkling as his cock slides  tightly and
relentlessly inside my rectum. Nothing can prevent the mind-blowing  orgasm that's
approaching like a runaway freight train. Robby too is apparently  sensing his
orgasm coming on hot and heavy as he lays his chest on my back, his  arms
around my chest, his hips flying back and forth driving that penis piston,
murmuring in my ear, "So tight, feels too good to be real," another thrust and,
 "Aaaah, ooh," and then, "Ummmm, I'm gonna cum, Dylan, oooh, aaah," and
faster  thrust now with his knees hopping off the bed and me going, "Aaaaah,
oooh,  Robby!" We climax at almost the same time. Muscles tighten and my hips
thrust  forward for each of the three short streams of cum that sizzle up
from my balls  and out my hard cock to splat on the sheets. They fire out
rapidly creating way  more sensations than I expected from this second sexual
act today. I'm holding  my breath as two more spurts of cum shoot from my cock
leaving it quivering and  me gasping for breath. I didn't even feel Robby's
cum shooting into my bowel but  I sure noticed the slipperiness inside my
rectum and the extra warmth for a  second there. Now his boner's sliding
easily back and forth past my gripping  anus that's still spastic with sizzling
sensations making me moan and squirm  under his body. He reaches forward
with both hands pulling back on my wrists and  I go down flat on the mattress,
my tied hands now under me uncomfortably, and my  tied legs flat on the bed
behind me. Robby fuck's me for another two minutes  laying fully on me, his
body hopping up off me, his cock driving back up my ass  as he comes back
down on my back, his hot breath on the side of my face and his  quiet moans of
sexual pleasure buzzing in my ears . Then he stops and breaths  nosily, his
sweaty face against the side of my head. His cock's still up my ass  and
the 'filled-up' sensation in my rectum causes my shoulders to shudder one
last time as my toes curl. We lay like this for a few minutes before Robby,
with  a hand on either side of my chest does a pushup pulling his cock from my
ass and  then he flops on the bed laying on his stomach next to me.


It takes me two seconds to pull my feet out of the tied pillowcase and
less to free my hands. We're both on our stomachs with the side of our faces
flat on the mattress looking at one another, he grins, asking quietly, "How
was  that, slave?" Actually it may have been the worst sub/dom experience of
my life,  but I absolutely loved every second of it because it was with the
naive albeit  adorable love of my life. I smile at him, "Fantastic! That's
how it was,  master." He gets analytical, "You know, with your legs tied
together it  tightened your ass bringing more of your buttocks into the fuck. It
really felt  good. You've got the hottest ass on earth anyway, and it's
nice knowing it  belongs to me, mostly. There are occasional exceptions to that
due to our  advanced and mature open minded outlook about side sex being
important in the  sowing of our wild oats. Right, slave?" I'm nodding my head
grinning at him. He  gets so excited about anything that involves 'us'. It's
a fun thing to witness  and it's contagious too. Makes me feel great. There
isn't a thing that's phony  about Robby. He has some fucked-up ideas about
our married life, but there's  nothing phony about them. Anyway I've got
plenty of time to guide him to a  little closer touch with reality and a little
further away from fantasy. Then,  totally unexpectedly Robby begins corny
singing his country song to me, the one  he memorized for our reunion after
our spring break. It's corny sure, but Robby  couldn't be any more serious
when he sings, "I live in a rundown place, there's  not much view but there's
lots of space, in my heart, the heart that you own,"  and he makes two or
three syllables out of the word 'own' somehow. Plus he's  singing with that
southern country music drawl like Dwight Yoakam sings it.  Robby listened to
Dwight's song on Youtube many, many times when he was on  vacation in Arizona
to memorize it for me. He's of the opinion it's a touching  love song of
dedication to someone the singer is crazily in love with, but can't  quite win
over to be his true love. As corny as that may be, it's equally as  sweet
because it's so sincere on Robby's part. I grin at him as he sings the  whole
song with so much feeling it makes my eyes water. Like I said, so fucking
corny, but so sweet it's irresistible. We kiss after the song, then I
mumble,  "Thank you, Robby, that was beautiful. You have the nicest pure singing
voice."  He says, "Ooooh, you called me, 'Robby'." More kisses and then we
lay together  for a long time planning our day and talking about going home
Friday night, and  his meeting on Saturday, and he wants to know what I'll do
during the day while  he's at his business meeting. I tell him I'll probably
be giving the posse boys  haircuts and we talk about those guys and the
softball games we played with the  boys last summer. Then we talk about our
jobs last summer and about our many  other memories together, many of which
were probably brought to mind by Robby  singing that song.


At about noon time, for a switch I fuck Robby's cute ass and it goes
really good for both of us with me thinking, as I always do the rare times I
'top', that I gotta do more of this. It's a whole new perspective with
startling  and awesome sensations. Our climaxes aren't big being it's our third ones
of the  morning, but they feel big just the same. Afterward we're laying in
bed sweaty  as hell when Robby asks, "Do you feel sexually satisfied yet?"
I go, "No, do  you?" and we both laugh because we couldn't do it again now
for love nor money,  or anything else. In twelve hours or less we screwed
four times and while we  might pretend we want to do it more often, and there
are those that do for sure,  this is just right for us and maybe a little bit
too much. "Guess we're not  oversexed," I mumble to Robby. He says, "Not
compared to some, although we'd be  considered oversexed by many. That's a
guess, boyfriend." I go, "Sounds about  right to me, Robert," and we take
another shower together, a long one this  time.


After drying and dressing we realize we're starved. While Robby's looking
in the refrigerator for something to eat, Ryan calls me, "Dylan, I finally
got  my Mini Cooper! Wanna go for a ride?" I ask, "Where are you," "I'm at
the front  entrance of your apartment building, come on down." I go, 'We're
hungry," and  he's like, "Well, duh, we'll do lunch." I tell Robby and he
says, "Awesome,  there's nothing in the refrigerator I feel like having for
lunch anyway." Down  the steps we go, but instead of going out the back way, we
go out the front door  and there's Ryan looking cute in that hot
convertible. It's too chilly for it,  but he has the top down. When I give him a
startled expression, he yells, "Don't  be a pussy. I've got the heater blaring."
then an enthusiastic, Hi, Rob!" making  me wonder if he's high. Robby and I
make a fuss over the car, not that we didn't  see it last summer and make a
fuss over it then too. Both of us are eyeing the  passenger seat because the
back seat in this Mini is almost nonexistent it's so  small. Ryan settles
that by saying, "Dylan, you're in the back, and our leader  rides shotgun.
Let's go guys." Very authoritative, something that still gets my  dick's
attention except on this particular morning when Robby and I have fucked  three
times, I remain calm. It's a relief that Ryan shows no signs he's been  doing
drugs, none I can tell. No smell of marijuana on him at all and I checked
that out when we did our one-arm hug hello. In the back seat I need to sit
sideways because there's no room for my legs sitting the normal way facing
the  front.  Ryan still drives like a little old lady, the slowest driver on
the  road . He and Robby talk and laugh about things I can't hear because of
the wind  noise and sounds from the road. I also don't feel the heat that's
apparently  warming them quite nicely in front because I see Robby reach
over and lower the  heater gauge. Fuck! The breeze is significant sitting back
here and that's true  even though he's only going thirty-five miles an hour.
Also I feel the breeze of  every car passing us, and every car does pass
Ryan's overly cautious driving. I  see old women with white hair passing us
and giving Ryan dirty looks, some  drivers give him the finger as they whizz
past us. He's oblivious to it  all.


Other than the uncomfortable ride to a sub shop in Andover, and why we
couldn't have gone to a closer one in North Andover I have no idea, we have a
nice time at lunch. It feels like the old days of our threesome when things
were  going good between all of us. The days in the past when Robby had Ryan
and me  under his thumb with the two of us trying to out brown-nose each
other to get Robby's attention. In  fact we talked and laughed about a lot of
our stupidness back in our early days  as a threesome last spring. It now
seems like we had a much better time than I  remember it actually being when
we were going through all the necessary  adjustments.  Ryan and Robby are
reminiscing about the times Robby made  Ryan recreate the night before when
Ryan dominated me sexually. As awkward for  me as it was to hear that shit
again, I still spring a boner thinking back on  it. It's a long drawn-out lunch
because we're all relaxed and enjoying each  other. While walking the two
blocks back to the Mini, Ryan and me are on either  side of Robby, him with an
arm around both of us. Probably not something the  good people of Andover
see that often. Ryan and I are leaning into Robby looking  across him
exchanging smirks, basically making fun of ourselves. Childish as  hell, but
everything is fun today so we go with it. Chubby has two classes  Wednesdays, but
he's still going to meet us at the apartment for the weight  lifting
scheduled for today, according to Ryan's chart.

We kill some time back at the apartment waiting for  Chubby playing
computer games with Ryan beating both Robby and me easily. Then  Chubby brings his
bud, John Beverly, with him as a guest weight lifter. Ryan  sits down with
John and includes him on the chart. As it turns out John's in my  weakling
weight category, lifting the same weight as me. It's Robby's turn to  get the
weights out and everything goes real well with the lifting. I'm really  into
it because I think I'm stronger after each time we lift. Afterwards, while
I'm helping Robby put the weights away in our bedroom, he says, "Um, I
promised  to spend some time with Ryan after the lifting." I'm a little shocked
hearing  that because Robby's already had sex with me three times today, but
I also feel  admiration for Robby that he can handle more sex today. That's
assuming he's  going to screw Ryan.  If so it bodes well for me in the
future. I didn't  realize he had this much stamina. Amazingly I'm not feeling
especially jealous,  probably because of all our reminiscing during our long
lunch and let's face it,  I'm sexually satisfied at the moment. I say, "Yeah,
Rob, fair is fair," and  after we all drink cokes, smoke cigarettes and
bullshit each other for awhile I  go off with Chubby and John bowling. We're
going to the regular lanes as opposed  to candlepin lanes. Chubby says the big
bowling balls will seem light after the  lifting we just did, but I can't
say I notice that myself. It turns out John's  the bowling champ. We want a
contest anyway so it's Chubby's and my score  against John's. Two against one
produces one game won apiece for each of our  so-called team, and then in
the third game John goes nuts scoring over 200 to  our combined 183: my score
of 83 and Chubby's even 100. All three scores were  the highest of the day
for each of us.


Chubby drops John off at his dorm and we come back to the apartment. I
don't know where Ryan and Robby went, that's anybody's guess. I'd like to spend
 the night hanging with Chubby but he's double dating with John tonight.
They're  taking Judy and her girlfriend, where else, bowling. Guess it was a
tune-up this  afternoon for their bowling date. Chubby and I share a pizza
for dinner and then  by myself I watch a late season Red Sox game. They're in
the hunt for a wild  card spot in the playoffs, but they lose this game, so
that sucks. Don't know  what time Robby got to bed because I was sleeping
and didn't hear him come in.  Robby's very amorous in the morning however, and
eventually he fuck's me hard  and fast. The major thing in my head during
this awesome fuck is thinking that  the last place Robby's cock was before
our sex this morning is up Ryan's ass.  For some reason that turns me on
something crazy like, and as a consequence I  have a monstrous orgasm jerking
around squealing and bucking on the bed. It was  an off the charts orgasm.
Robby goes, "Damn, that was hot, Dylan! Seeing you so  turned-on like that ups
the heat for me like, wow! Awesome, boyfriend!" Neither  of us mentions
Robby's date with Ryan. Ryan doesn't mention it either, but he's  bright eyed and
bushy tailed when we see him a little later at Merrimack.  Thursday has
started out really well, and all day Ryan's acting extra sweet to  me so it's
all good. Classes go okay Thursday, routinely. The rest of the day  and night
is fine too. Robby and me spend some time working on a paper that's  due
tomorrow, then watch a classic movie on HBO, "The Silence Of The Lambs".
Awesome flick! We have a really nice lover's sexy time and then get to sleep
before eleven. Friday, I find out that Thursday night Ryan hung with Marty
and Rex, but I don't know what they did. I just hope it wasn't all about the
weed Ryan has.  Although there was no real need for it, while thinking
about Robby's and my Thursday night sex, I felt it was almost like make-up sex
after a disagreement. There was no disagreement though so maybe Robby was
extra  amorous to me because he was feeling bad about him and Ryan last night.
Guilty  conscience anyone? Not me!


Another normal day at Merrimack on Friday. We're two full weeks into the
semester now and a routine has set-in, which is good and bad. Good because
everything is familiar. We know where the classes are being held, what time
we  need to leave the apartment to be on time for class, what materials we
need for  each class, what to expect when we get there, and it's basically
peace of mind.  The bad aspect of all that is the unfortunate fact that routine
can get boring.  What happens at college in between the educational part is
the time to combat  boredom. So far no problem with that, it's been fun.
After last class I go on a  little trip alone to buy the "Nair' Robby and I
are going to use instead of a  razor for our pubes. It turns out an awkward
experience. It hadn't occurred to  me until I got to the drugstore that a guy
basically has no normal reason for  Nair. Like the old joke of a teen buying
his first condom, I bought a number of  things I didn't really need at Rite
Aid to go along with the Nair. Standing in  line to get checked-out I
nervously smell the back of my hand, then my heart  starts pounding when the
register girl begins ringing my stuff up. Naturally  there's a gaggle of college
age girls behind me in line all talking at once.  When the clerk picks up
the Nair to scan, I mutter, "For my girlfriend," which  the girls behind me
hears because at that very second they miraculously stopped  talking all at
once. There's giggling behind me as the register clerk gives me a  'look'
while holding the Nair up. My face is on fire as I watch her lips twitch  like
she wants to laugh. Then she makes a sucking sound with her lips as she
scans the Nair. There's a roaring in my ears, a roar of silence and I don't
dare  look anywhere except over the clerks shoulder at nothing. Then through
the  giggles I hear mumbles and snickers from the college girls behind me.
Words and  snatches of phrases, "Bet it's not for his girlfriend," and "His
legs maybe?"  or, "Cute," and "Heh heh, you're so bad Deb." Out of the
drugstore I take a big  breath mumbling, "Cunt's!" Then noticed the middle aged lady
walking past me  going into the drugstore. She looks right at me, saying,
"Disgusting!" I make a  face while blushing again, then jog to the Jeep and
lay some rubber on my way  out of the parking lot. Fuck!


Other than that Friday was pretty good even though Robby conducts our
first study group of the semester. Ryan and me resort to the childish
playfulness of exchanging 'looks' behind the acting-professor, Robby's  back, trying
to make each other laugh at an  inappropriate time. Robby's unaware what
we're doing, except to say, "Come on,  guys, we've only got a little more to
go." Then he goes on and on for another  hour. Afterward, like with the weight
lifting, I feel good. In this case because  the class work seems simple and
makes sense now that we've weeded out the  unimportant drivel, or
meaningless ramblings of the professors.  I'm  actually hoping for a couple of pop
quizzes Monday so I can ace them. Chubby's  staying on campus this weekend,
but Robby and I are not. We get together what  we're bringing home as Ryan
hovers around for reasons unknown. Finally he says,  "Well, I guess I'll head
back to campus and see what's up there." We all  exchange hugs and kisses,
saying, "See ya, Sunday afternoon," and he's off.  Robby says, "I think Ryan
wanted us to invite him to spend the weekend with us.  He was hinting around
about that, um, the other night." He means on their date.  I shrug, "The
next weekend we're going home, one you don't have an all day  meeting, maybe
we'll invite him to join us, but you and me have plans for this  weekend." He
says, "Yes, we do. It's going to be fun tomorrow night eating out,  just you
and me." I hope it turns out that way, but there's at least one or two
things I want to discuss with him at dinner that he might be disappointed
hearing from me. So, well see...


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






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