Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2014 11:47:45 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR    Chapter  3

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  3


by  Donny  Mumford


Chubby isn't scheduled to  register for his courses until later this
afternoon, but he decides he'll tag  along with me when I go for my eleven o'clock
registration time. I'm gonna be  forty-five minutes late as it is and the
reason I'm late is because of Chubby.  He convinced me all the students with
a last name beginning with 'N', like  mine, have the same registration time
as me so it'd be smart to go later when  the line should be shorter. Today
we're not only registering for our courses,  but also buying the
corresponding textbooks, so this is never one of the more  fun days at college. Robby
registered earlier this morning and by now he's  probably purchased his
textbooks too and put this annoyance behind him. I  can't wait to do the same. I
drive us to Merrimack's campus and when we get  there and we're out of the
Jeep, Chubby says, "Ya know what, I'm not waiting  until my afternoon assigned
time. I'm going to hang with you in line when you  register. I'll act like
I'm a dumb shit and try to register now. Fuck waiting  around until two
o'clock when the 'R's' register. You know, I'll act stupid,  like 'Oh, I didn't
know. Nobody told me,' and stuff like that." I just give a  shrug because
he'll probably get away with it. Even though I'm forty-five  minutes late
there's still a line when we get there, but it's a much shorter  line than the
line I stood in last year. Chubby nods his head, mumbling,  "What'd I tell
ya?"


This line is shorter than last year, but  it's still gonna take some
tedious waiting time, so we get in line rolling our  eyes. Most of the students in
line have the same resigned look on their faces  we have. Everyone is kind
of glum so there's not much talking or horsing  around. Just our luck
though, we have two students in front of us who are  quite verbal. They're talking
loudly, seemingly anxious to inform those of us  around them how special
they are. Basically they're a couple of misguided,  pompous
pseudo-intellectual asshole's. You run into this type at college from  time to time. One of
the self-appointed intellectuals is a tall, very thin  girl with a big nose
and dark hair pulled back into a bun. With her is a short  guy with tiny,
round, horn-rimmed glasses and greasy hair down to his  shoulders. "Life is for
the living," she says, "I've never been one to indulge  in the past like
others." He says, in a deep voice that doesn't go with his  small, nerdy
appearance, "So you're okay that he broke-up with you," and she's  like, "Yes,
loss is the price we pay for progress, as any intelligent person  knows. Only
as we leave things behind do we move forward." Horn-rimmed glasses  digs a
finger in his ear and then frowns at whatever it is he digs out of  there. He
gawks at it then wipes it on his corduroy pants. The girl  watched him do
that with an distasteful  expression on her face. He looks up at her, and
says, "Oh, I couldn't agree  with you more! Absolutely, Beth Ann, moving into
the 'new' is what life's all  about. I'm glad you're able to be so positive,
although I'm not surprised by  that at all." She shrugs, muttering, "Life is
neutral. We can choose to make  it negative like the masses do," and she
spreads her arms indicating those  around her I assume, then she finishes with,
"Or one can chose to be positive  and forward thinking the way we are."
Chubby monotones, "That's very  insightful." She looks at him raising her
eyebrows, exclaiming, "Yes, it is  insightful, isn't it? I'm a poet and life is
my subject." He mutters, "No  shit?" Chubby turns to me and says, "A real
life Olive Oil." Yeah, ya know,  that's who she looks like... Popeye's Olive
Oil.


There are students behind  us in line now so Chubby's obviously not the
only one who feels that coming  later to register is the way to go. Hell, maybe
everyone has the same idea.  Horn-rimmed glasses asks Olive Oil, "Was your
ex-boyfriend as, um, as  philosophical as you are?" She shakes her head,
"No, he was greedy and  self-serving and boring." "Huh," says the guy as he
goes back to digging in  his ear. She stares at him with another unpleasant
expression on her face,  then adds, "And he was sexually addicted and extremely
concerned about what  others thought." Chubby says, "A bad combination for
a philosopher." They both  turn around to look at Chubby this time. He gives
them an exaggerated grin,  and says, "We're all enjoying your conversation.
Reminds me of being captive  on a bus or train when the person in front of
me is loudly talking on their  cell phone." She says, "I'm happy you're
enjoying our private conversation,  and yes, it is a bad combination of
personality traits for a philosopher to  have." Horn-rim ask, "Was the breakup
covert?" She smiles sadly and then  dramatically says, "A life of quiet
desperation, to borrow from Emerson."  Chubby says, "I believe you're borrowing from
Thoreau." She's exasperated,  "Kindly mind your own business," and Chubby
says, "That's what we're trying to  do, but you won't shut up." Horn-rim says,
"Let's get out of line and away  from this rude person." She steps out of
line, asking Chubby, "Are you drunk  already like the typical suburban
college student here." They huff off with  the unanswered question hanging in the
air... what are they doing in this  beneath-them suburban college with all
us dunces? As they walk away, a couple  of guys behind us clap and pat Chubby
on the back.


That unfortunately turns  out to be the most interesting thing that happens
during the hour we wait in  line. When it's finally my turn the admin
person appears to be just as fed-up  with this process as we are. She asks,
"Name?," so I give her my name and  Chubby adds, "And Jeffrey Romero too, if you
don't mind. I like your blouse,  by the way, the epaulettes are cool." She
glances at her shoulder, then at  Chubby, and says, "Did you say 'Romero' or
Camero?" He goes, "It's Romero,  Jeffrey Romero." She's like, "What? The
'R's' and 'S's' register this  afternoon." He looks perplexed, muttering,
"Really? No one told me. Gee, and  the coach wants all us hockey players to meet
at the rink at two o'clock this  afternoon." She takes an exasperated deep
breath, then asks, "Why is it that  you jocks expect special treatment?"
Chubby looks properly chastised, and  says, "Please, so I don't get in trouble."
She takes another  deep  breath, then get up, muttering, "You're just
holding up those behind you," but  she goes over and sorts though the computer
printouts for this afternoon  registration and comes back with the one for
last names beginning with 'R'.  Chubby says, "You're very kind. If you don't
mind me saying so, you remind me  of my sainted mother who passed away
recently." She mumbles, "Don't overdo  it," and twenty minutes later we're both
registered for the classes we want,  and with very little argument or guidance
from her. Like us, she just wants to  make it through this day. "Lets see
who's around," Chubby says, putting this  matter behind him. Butting in and
holding up the line doesn't get the pats on  the back Chubby got earlier for
harassing Olive Oil.


There's a line at the College bookstore too. Merrimack doesn't have a  huge
bookstore so it's a bit of a log jam. Those students who are on their 'A'
game have already ordered text books online and bypassed this hassle of the
bookstore experience. Those of us who weren't sure of our courses until the
 last minute are resigned to dealing with the bookstore, and of course it's
 busiest at the beginning of each semester. In the bookstore there are
textbooks for sale naturally, but also it's like a souvenir boutique selling
baseball hats, sweatshirts, and anything they can think of to slap the
college  logo on. Students coming out of the bookstore are carrying Merrimack gear
with  the big blue and gold MC logo, the hockey logo or some others.
They're  carrying textbooks too of course. Chubby strikes up a conversation with
two  girls in front of us in line as I spot Robby coming out of the store
talking  with two guys. I don't know the names of the guys he's talking to, but
I know  they're on the baseball team. I call to Robby and he comes over all
smiles,  saying, "Well that was a rush." Meaning the bookstore experience.
He adds,  "You'll know you're back at college for sure by the time you leave
the  bookstore. Jesus, what a bunch of animals!" I ask, "Where ya going
now?" He  says, "To the quad with a couple of guys from the team." I tell him,
"I'll  meet you there when I get my textbooks. How come you're just getting
your  books now? You were here early this morning." He shrugs, "The line was
long  earlier so I hung out with these guys hoping the line would be
shorter later  in the morning. Dumb! It was just like the line you're in, it's
been this way  all day. See you at the quad." I nod, smiling at him. He looks
so cute I could  lick him. Robby even has a little swagger in his walk oozing
confidence. He's  so cool.

Behind me I hear a kid speaking with a distinct British accent. Looking
back I see the kid, who's about my size with a real cute face. He's the one
with the accent. Hmmm, I'll check him out the first chance I get. Chubby
says,  "Dylan, this is Debby and her friend Beth, they think you're cute." I
blush,  mumbling, "Oh, um, thanks," and try joining their conversation although
I'd  rather be talking to the British lad. Fortunately it's almost
impossible for  me to get a word in edgewise with these two chatterbox girls. That's
fortunate  for me because I can't think of anything to say anyway. The
line's moving  fairly quickly and I'm grateful for that because the nonsense the
girls are  spouting out is boring me to tears. Chubby, me, and the two
girls split up  inside the bookstore and I go right to the help desk to wait my
turn for  directions to the textbook sections I need. The staff is helpful
and friendly,  many of them are students working here part time. As far as
I'm concerned,  working at Stop & Shop is less hectic than working here. It
takes me ten  minutes of bumping into the other students who clog the aisles
to get my  textbooks and then I check out the Merrimack gear. After looking
at a lot of  stuff I settle on a Merrimack baseball cap like the players
wear, and a gray  hoody sweatshirt with the college logo on the front. Cool guys
look so cute  wearing a hoodie with the hood up, outlining their face. Next
is the  stationary section where I pick up pens and tablets for note
taking. If I was  smart I would have got this stuff at Staples and paid less for
it, but since  I'm not smart I buy the stuff here. College bookstores are a
necessary evil so  I make the best of it by constantly looking for eye candy
in the form of cute  guys, but see very little of that. I endure another
line and then pay for all  my purchases with my debit card.


I'm outside a half hour after entering the bookstore congratulating  myself
on surviving this morning's ordeal. Today is one of the most tedious  days
of the year, and now it's behind me. Lighting a cigarette I sit on a  bench
next to the Bank Of America ATM which is outside the bookstore and wait  for
Chubby. Ten minutes later he appears without the girls. We high five each
other for having accomplished what we set out to do. Chubby says, "I'm
hungry,  where do you want to have lunch?" I tell him Robby's waiting for us at
the  quad, so we wonder over there sharing a cigarette. Robby's sitting
outside the  quad with the same two teammates he was with at the bookstore.
Everyone gets  introduced by first names only, followed by lack luster fist
bumps. A short  stocky kid nicknamed Tubs, who's one of the catchers on the team,
says to me,  "Your brother says you're taking the marketing course. I took
it last year.  Have you ever played 'bullshit bingo' in class?" I go, "I
don't think so,  how's it go?" He says, "Well, first off, the marketing course
is taught by a  pretentious professor who worked for a management consulting
firm, so this is  a good course for bullshit bingo. What you do is, before
class you and a  couple of your friends write down whatever
management-nonsense words you'd  expect to hear from a business consultant. You know, words
and phrases like  'out-of-the-box', 'synergy', 'content streamlining', 'cash
cow', and shit like  that. Then you listen to the lecture and every word or
phrase you hear that's  on your list you'll put a check mark next to it.
The first one who gets five  check marks in a row yells out, 'Bullshit bingo!'
and they win." I say, "I  probably won't do that." Two other baseball
player joins us and now the  teammates do a fast hug and pat on the back with the
new guys. As they're  doing that Chubby points at someone, and says to me,
"There's Johnny Beverly.  I gotta ask him something about that bimbo he
introduced me to last night.  Catch ya later, bro." He goes off as one of the
new guys, named Mellon, asks,  "Hey, Tubs, are you still getting those broners
you were getting last year?" I  ask, "What's a broner?" He goes, "A broner
is a boner some straight dudes  spring in their pants while messing around
with their buds. No chicks  involved." Fuck, I get those all the time. I
didn't know they were called  broners though, but of course mine probably don't
count because I'm gay. I  don't share this information with the group
although Robby and I exchange  smirks... broners, that's a good one.


A tall kid, who's the starting first baseman, asks his teammates, "Did
Nelso email any of you guys that picture of himself when he was at the coach's
baseball camp this summer?" Mellon says, "Nelso is such a selfie," which I
know means a guy who's always taking pictures of himself and emailing them
to  his friends. Usually you see the person's arms holding his cell phone
away  from him while he's taking a picture of himself. No one else received
the  picture so Robby asks the first baseman, "You and Nelso got something
going we  don't know about?" The tall kid, mutters, "Get the fuck outta here,
Rob, no  fucking way." Mellon says, "Nelso's got swag all the way too, and
it's so not  cool." I know what that word means too. Swag is a guy who wears
his pants  under his ass and his hat brim to the side. Like the guy said,
that's not  cool. The urban dictionary says 'swag is the most used word in the
fucking  universe', to quote them. I disagree, I don't think it is. I think
'fuck' is  the most used word. Anyway, this is what the urban dictionary
says about the  word 'swag': 'douche bags use the word, your kids use it,
mailmen use it, and  your fucking dog uses it. If you got swag, you generally
wear those shitty  hats side ways, with your ass hanging out like you're a
fucking goof because  your pants are half way down your white ass legs.' To
break the word down, the  urban dictionary claims, 'if you got swag it means
you're secretly gay and you  have a small penis.' It's something like that.
I'll say this much, the urban  dictionary is good for some laughs when you're
killin' time on your computer  or smart phone.


The first baseman talks about one of their teammates who's an habitual
failtroll. According to the urban dictionary that's someone who tweets out
totally unfunny and pointless shit that gets no replies. Even the simplest,
uncool trolling gets three or four replies. Mellon explains, "If you don't
know, trolling is when someone post a deliberately provocative message with
the intention of causing maximum disruption or argument." A kid called Boo,
asks the tall first baseman, "Is there a bromance brewing between you and
Nelso? You're always together, dude." A bromanse is the non-sexual love
between friends. The first baseman gives him the finger, saying, "No way, he's
a beardo." That means he's a weirdo with a beard. Robby laughs and finally
says, "Jesus, I can't take anymore of this shit, it's giving me a headache.
I'm gonna grab some lunch, and I don't care what the urban dictionary calls
 that." He and I head for his pickup. The other baseball players are
dormitory  residents so they're eligible to eat in the dining hall. Robby and I
decide to  get something at Burger King. On the way to Robby's pickup truck we
compare  notes about our registering and bookstore experiences. They're
almost  identical. Robby gets a kick out of Chubby butting in line registering
way  before he should have. He says, "Chubby can get away with that kind of
thing."  I say, "Yeah, but I couldn't," and Robby mutters, "Hell, I wouldn't
even try  it."


Speaking of Chubby, we run into him on the way to the pickup and he  joins
us. "I'm starving guys, where we going?" I tell Chubby, "We're thinking
Burger King," and he's like, "That's cool." Then he tells us he was walking
through the quad when he sees two guys playing scrabble. One of the guys says
to the guy he's playing with, "Oh man, get this word. There's some points
here  for me for sure, and it's on a double score no less." He calls out each
letter  as he puts them on the board, "O-B-L-I-Q-U-E." His playing partner
says, "No  Spanish words allowed," and he pronounces the word, "O-BLI-KAY,
that's  Spanish." Chubby laughs, telling us the other guy says, "How the fuck
did you  get in college? It's oblique. It means 'not straight forward,
indirect,  devious,' like that." The other guy goes, "Fuck you, I'm not an
English major.  What's the score for that?" "A mere 36 points, that's all." I
tell Robby about  Chubby dissing the two pretentious nerds in line while we
waited to register.  Funny shit happens at college. You encounter all kinds of
kids from the  serious to those like Harry Black who don't give a fuck about
anything. He  made his GPA to get into his sophomore year somehow though,
so I gotta  hand it to him.

At Burger King, with a straight face, Chubby orders the spaghetti  platter
special. The kid at the register blinks his eyes real fast, then says,
"This is Burger King," and Chubby says, "Oh, let me have an Italian sub then."
The kid's been around the block a few times, this isn't his first rodeo, so
he  ignores Chubby and looks past him to me, asking, "Can I help you?" I
say, "Big  Whopper with a large fries and a Coke." As the kid rings that up on
the  register, Chubby says, "Hey, what about me?" The kid ignores him again
as I  pay for my food, then Chubby says, "Okay I'll be good. I'll have a hot
dog, no  I'm only kidding, give me the same thing he got, this is my first
time in a  Burger King, so I didn't know." Sometimes Chubby isn't as funny
as he thinks  he is. On the other hand fast food employees aren't always
Mensa candidates  either. The last time I was at the drive-thru window at a
McDonalds the girl  wanted to know if it's for here or to go? So, ya know. After
lunch we hang out  at the apartment sipping on beers and generally
chilling-out. Tomorrow there  are a couple of orientation meetings that we have to
attend. While us  sophomores are doing that the junior class registers.
Wednesday we'll meet  with our professors briefly while the seniors register, and
then classes begin  for real on Thursday. So a couple of lazy days for us
before the shit hits the  fan.


Chubby's meeting his date at six o'clock so he starts getting ready for
that around five. Robby says to me, "Give your twin a call and see what he's
up to." Ryan answers his cell phone, "Dylan, what a shitty day, huh? I just
finished registering. I'm at the bookstore now." I think it's smart of Ryan
 not to mention last night because what if Robby was using my cell phone.
Ryan's caller ID would show my name, not that we did anything wrong last
night  but none of us wants to rub the other's face in the sex we have within
the  threesome. I certainly don't want to hear about whatever Ryan and Robby
do.  It's not going to be like last spring when Robby had Ryan describe
Ryan's and  my sex, basically the way Ryan fucked me dominantly. That's one of
the  mistakes we're correcting this time around. Ryan says, "I don't have my
car  yet as you know, can you guys pick me up?" I say, "I don't see why not,
let me  ask Rob." Robby says, "Ask me what?" I go, "Can we pick Ryan up at
the  bookstore in a little while?" Robby goes, "Of course we can, ya nut.
You don't  have to ask me that." I tell Ryan to call when he's done at the
bookstore.  Robby's sitting on the sofa looking sexy as hell. He confidently
says, "Come  over here, Dylan, and sit with me." Feeling frisky, I sit on his
lap facing  him like I did with Ryan last night, a leg on either side of
him. He grins at  me and I say, "When I saw you at the bookstore this afternoon
you looked so  cute I wanted to lick you." He grins, "Go ahead," so I lick
his lips, grinning  back at him. I don't know what it is exactly, but ever
since Robby proposed to  me and I accepted he's had this calm confident air
about him and I find him  totally irresistible. He puts his hand behind my
head and we have a sweet  lover's kiss. My arms go around his neck and I rub
my nose against his, then  kiss him.


Even though I'm not going to go into details about last night I feel
compelled to be forthcoming with Robby. This is an offshoot of the talks we've
had recently, the talks Robby had with me after his marriage proposal
thingie.  I clear my throat, and say, "Um, I wanna tell you something. I didn't
expect  it, but we had sex last night, Ryan and me. I need to be honest with
you,  Robby, because you deserve it. That's the respect I have for you." He
frowns,  "Sex with Ryan, really? I'm glad you're being honest about it, but no
need for  details. Um, I thought you two weren't hitting it off." I go,
"Yeah, I didn't  think Ryan was interested in me anymore, but I guess I was
wrong, or he  changed his mind. Are you mad?" He says, "I'm jealous, but I
expect to be  jealous. Actually I'm kinda used to it by now. But no, I'm not
especially mad.  Surprised maybe, but not mad. It's like I know who your true
love is, Dylan,  and it's me." I say, "Yeah, that's for sure, and when I'm
with you I can't  imagine being with anyone else, and then, you know,
something happens." He  says, "Yes, I know what you mean. Have you given any thought
to what we talked  about a couple of days ago?" I go, "Of course, and I'm
gonna try to make a  conscious effort to cut back on side sex little by
little until it's just you  that I have sex with." He smiles, "I hope you're
successful, but I'm not  perfect either. I sort of reconnected with someone on
the baseball team  yesterday. I didn't expect to, but you know how it goes."
I go, "Oh yeah?  Who'd you reconnect with?" He says, "Oh, some guy I messed
around with a  little last year. We haven't done anything yet this year, but
we probably will  eventually. I'm like you in that regard, when it's you
and me I can't imagine  why I'd do it with anyone else; then, like you said,
something happens. I was  doing good at the end of last summer and then there
he was, this kid." I ask,  "Who is it?" He says, "No, I don't want to 'out'
him. It doesn't matter who it  is anyway, just so you know that I might be
straying a little myself. I have a  ways to go too, but we've got time to
grow up in that regard. That's assuming  we can deal with the jealousy along
the way. You know, if you didn't mention  doing it with Ryan, I don't know if
I'd have been as honest with you as you  just were with me, but I'm going
to try to be honest all the time. I certainly  don't want to be a hypocrite
by pretending to be pure in that regard. I may  have misled you a few times
in the past, but no more. And, hell, I was getting  good at almost
eliminating side sex by the end of last summer, and that's the  truth! It's good to
know it can be done. But, like you, I need to be honest  with myself as well
as with you and admit I don't think I'm totally ready to  be celibate. It's
like we're both very sexual guys and I don't know exactly  why that is, it
just is." I say, "It's a drop of some chemical in our brains  maybe. A drop we
have that not everyone else has."


Huh, so there's someone on the team he's doing it with, plus Ryan. Now  I'm
jealous too, so we're even, I think. I'm gonna be watching closely to see
if I can pick out the guy on the team he's talking about. I wonder if Ryan
knows? Running my fingers through Robby's hair, I mutter, "Thanks for being
honest about it, but it makes me jealous to know you're seeing someone in
addition to Ryan." He says, "We'll get there, Dylan, and it'll be that much
more special considering the road we traveled getting there. It's two years
 before we get married, so we have time." I mumble, "Time to sow our wild
oats." He chuckles, "Yeah, our wild oats. I wonder what the hell that meant
originally?" I say, "We could Google it," and Robby says, "I'd rather do
this," and we get into a hot sexy make-out. I love rubbing my face against
his, smelling him and tasting him. It's my favorite thing to do this side of
pure sex with Robby. Licking his tongue and sucking his lips with our noses
 rubbing together and him hugging around my back holding our bodies
together.  My arms are around his neck holding our faces together and my boner is
soon  poking out the front of my boxer shorts as Robby's hard cock pokes my
leg.  We're quietly moaning, my eyes are closed and it's so special and so
sexy.  After about five minutes of our hot make-out, Robby breaks the kiss,
gasping,  then he says, "Get your pants down," just like Ryan said it last
night, with  bossy confidence, but in a nice way too. I hear Chubby turn the
shower on in  his bathroom, so we have time. I stand up and drop my drawers,
then my  underwear as Robby's pulling down his zipper getting his hard fat
cock out  into the air. Facing him I get my arms around his neck, again with
my knees on  the sofa on either side of him. Ryan at times gets me sexually
hotter than  anyone, but sex with Robby is still by far my favorite sex
because we're in  love and the sex seems much more meaningful when true love is
involved. He  gasps again while we stare into each other's eyes. Then Robby
says, "Lift your  rear end a little." I do that and he holds his boner
straight up, holding it  with his finger and thumb. With my hands on his
shoulders, steadying myself, I  lower my ass hitting the wet head of his cock with my
left butt cheek. He  slides it across my cheek to my asshole and I drop my
ass a half inch more  being impaled slightly by the heads of his cock. Robby
looks intent, nods his  head that I should drop down some more. I do that
very slowly and the lips of  my anus spread, spread, spread until the fat,
wet head of his cock pops past  my sphincter and my forehead drops to rest
against Robby's forehead with me  going, "Mmmm, oooh, Robby."


"Take some more of it, baby," so I sit down a little more and his boner
goes inside me another inch, then another and another until I'm sitting on his
 thighs moaning with my forehead now on his shoulder and my arms hugging
around  the back of his neck. He grunts, "It feels so good, Dylan, mmmm." I
mutter,  "Tight, give me a second," and he rubs my back, "Sure, take your
time." My ass  adjust quickly and I raise up on my knees as his boner slides out
tantalizing  my prostate. Then I sit back down with both of us going,
"Ahhhh, ummm." I kiss  Robby and his tongue goes in my mouth. What could be
better than Robby's cock  in my ass and his delicious tongue in my mouth.
Squirming on his lap with his  boner rubbing against my prostate I slurp on his
lips and move my tongue  against his tongue and almost have a orgasm. "Ooooh,
umm, umm," breathing  through my nose quickly and pulling my mouth away, I
murmur, "Almost lost my  load right there, I love you so much," and we kiss
and suck on each others  lips some more. Getting my urge to climax under
control, I lift up while  sucking air in noisily between my teeth because it
feels so good. My shoulders  are doing their usual shuddering as Robby swallows
loudly. This time as I sit  back down, he humps his hips up and we begin
fucking with both of us moaning  each time I go up on my knees and then sit
back down. Hugging around his neck,  the side of my face against the side of
his we get a rhythm going and keep it  up for four or five minutes. My rectum
is constantly signaling sensations  of sexual pleasure while my hard six
inch boner bobs stiffly between us,  bumping Robby's stomach each time I sit
down on his cock. Robby goes, "Oooh,  God, this feels good." He lifts my shirt
to my armpits, I raise my arms and he  pulls the shirt over my head and
drops it. Then his shirt comes over his head  as I gasp, sitting flush on his
thighs. Robby goes, "Oh, you're wearing the  nip ring again." Sitting on his
thighs, his cock up my ass, I mutter, "Um,  it's Ryan's. He had both nipples
pierced and we thought, being we're your twin  boyfriends we should both
have a nip ring." He chuckles, then mutters, "I hope  you two don't think I'm
getting one. It would be too unprofessional and dad  wouldn't go for it at
all." I can feel his cock growing fatter inside me. I  say, "Nah, we don't
expect you to get one, Rob." With both our shirt's off,  our naked torsos come
together feeling wonderful and sexy. His scent is in my  head and the
muscles of his chest against mine feels hot. I lick the side of  his face making
a pathetic whining sound of deep sexual arousals. He rubs my  shoulders
feeling Ryan's hickey, but doesn't comment on it. Damn, I wish Ryan  hadn't done
that.


We get the rhythm back with me lifting off his throbbing boner and  him
humping up as I sit down. I love this way to fuck because I almost feel  like
we're one individual fucking each other simultaneously. There is lots of
bodily contact as we slide against one another tightly while his cock is
constantly sliding tightly in my ass. It's beautiful! Our moans and groans
accompany the wet slurping sound of his cock moving in my ass and the subtle
sound of my buttocks bouncing off his thighs. Subtle because his shorts blunt
the sound. We're in our own private world of sexual pleasure and it's the
only  thing on my mind. Being fucked by Robby and participating in it equally
with  him is the highest form of sexual pleasure I know of, but it doesn't
last long  enough, that's the only thing wrong with it. I feel my orgasm
overtake my  senses and I can't help picking-up the pace which screws up the
rhythm, but it  feels way too good so I can't slow down and then a long squeal
from me as cum  pumps out of my cock between us getting all over both our
chests and stomachs.  I'm recklessly hopping up and down on his boner now as
sizzling sensations  cover my body. I moan and shoot more cum on us and then
more with me feeling  faint. Robby buries his face in my shoulder and does a
whine of his own as my  ass gets sloppy and warm with his creamy spunk
shooting inside me. His cum  drools our of my ass even as he's shooting more
against the walls of my  rectum. I'm limp on his lap now as Robby continues
humping against my ass and  then he's limp against me too. We're like this for
a minute then tightly hug  each other hard and I do some more lifting and
sitting back with cum on my  buttocks now from the cum splatters on Robby's
lap. A minute of doing that  slowly with both of us moaning quietly and then
we're both still with Robby  rubbing his hands all around my back and me
rubbing my nose against his  shoulder loving the way he smells.

Finally Robby quietly says, "We're all messy, Dylan." I mutter, "I like
getting messy with you, boss." He chuckles, "I'm not your boss now, the summer
 job is done." I go, "Yeah, but I miss you being my boss. Boss me around a
little, tell me to do something. I like that." He says, "You're really
something, Dylan. Most people don't like being bossed around." I say, "Too bad
for them, I like it when you're my boss," and I kiss him, then ask, "Do you
 want me to suck your dick?" He says, "I don't feel right asking you to do
that  after I fucked you, and anyway Chubby just turned off the shower.
He'll be  coming out soon." I say, "Okay, next time, alright?" He chuckles, "If
you want  to, it'd be cool, yeah. Lets get cleaned up before Chubby comes
out of the  bedroom." I go, "No, I'm staying just like this for an hour." He
goes, "Hey,  you want me to boss you around, but you refuse to do what I
bossed you about.  What's up with that?" He said that jokingly. I go, "Oh, yeah,
my bad," and I  slowly pull up off his cock as I suck in air past my teeth
making a, "Sizzzs"  sound. His cock flops free of my ass and I stand up, and
say, "Lead me into  our bedroom by my cock, like it's a leash." He laughs,
"Nope, I'm not doing  that. Come on," and he picks up our shirts and puts
his arm across my shoulder  giving me a hug, murmuring, "I love you more every
day." Chuckling, I go, "Oh  man, look at your shorts, there's spunk all
over your lap. You should have  taken your pants off." Inside our bedroom he
says, "I was too anxious to get  my dick up your ass to worry about messing-up
my shorts."

We get cleaned up and Robby puts on clean shorts. We're having a  cigarette
on the balcony when Chubby comes out of his bedroom all shiny clean  and
looking cute and cool in equal portions. I get jealous of Judy, his date
tonight, because she might get to be intimate with my brother. Anytime I see a
cute guy with a girl I wonder if she knows how lucky she is. Chubby steps
out  on the balcony to say, "Well I'm off to pick up Judy." I ask, "Aren't you
 nervous on first dates?" He says, "Nope, I like them. On first dates you
can  tell all kinds of fibs without fear of contradicting something you said
on an  earlier date. By the time I've gone out with someone as long as I've
been  seeing MJ, for example, I can hardly tell any lies at all." Robby
asks, "Are  you getting serious about Mary Jo yet?" Chubby shrugs, "Nah, I like
her okay,  but it's not close to love from my point of view. I'll never fall
in love." He  points at us, "You two are lucky!" We both say, "We know,"
then look at each  other grinning. Chubby says, "Oh God! That's what people in
love do, huh?  Stare goofily at each other. Maybe love isn't for me." I
say, "You love me  don'cha?" He says, "Definitely, bro. And I'm happy for you
too." I get up,  "Give me a kiss," and he kisses my lips quickly, then waves
at us, "I gotta  get going, don't do anything I wouldn't do." When he's out
the front door,  Robby murmurs, "I miss Dodger," and we talk about him until
my cell phone  rings. It's Ryan, who says, "Well, I somehow survived the
bookstore, just  barely. A fight broke out in the science textbook section.
Two guys I don't  know, but they were really swinging their fists." I go, "Did
you get  involved?" He's like, "Hell no. Can you guys pick me up?" I say,
"We'll be  right over," and tell Robby about the fight as we're locking the
front door of  our apartment. We go downstairs and out the front door of the
building to the  parking lot. Robby naturally got a parking spot in the
front row next to the  handicap parking spots. "This is where you need to park,
Dylan, not three  parking lots over." I mumble, "Tell me about it."


During the short drive to the campus we talk about the unexpected sex  we
had a little while ago. "I love spur of the moment sex, Robby. Especially
when you initiate it. It makes me feel desired, ya know?" He goes, "You're
desired plenty, baby. Maybe too much. No, not maybe, definitely too much." I
ask, "What's that mean?" He goes, "It's a compliment." I go, "Oh, thanks."
It  wasn't really a compliment though, a backhanded compliment at best, but
to me  it sounded more like a complaint. That damn hickey! I felt like he
somehow is  blaming me for other guys being attracted to me. I ask, "Do you
feel that I  look for side sex partners?" He thinks for a second, then looks at
me, saying,  "I hope not. You don't, do you?" I go, "Not intentionally, no,
hardly ever."  Robby pats my leg smiling at me, "We're fine, Dylan, I
didn't mean anything by  it." We see Ryan by the ATM machine, which is redundant
to come to think about  it. The 'M' in 'ATM' stands for machine. Huh! Ryan
jogs over to our car  grinning. I move over and he gets in putting his bag of
books in the back,  then leans past me and gives Robby a kiss on the lips.
I look at him and he  gives me a quick kiss on the lips too with his
whiskers tickling my chin. God  that's sexy! Staring at Ryan for a second I'm
feeling desire again. What is it  about him I find irresistible? And I just had
awesome sex with my true lover  too! Damn! I squeeze the back of Ryan's
skinny neck and then pull on his  ponytail playfully as Robby drives, asking,
"What do you guys feel like  doing?" Ryan goes, "Can we get dinner?" Robby
goes, "Sure, we'll go to Stop  & Shop and get something we can grill." Ryan and
I both say, "Okay," then  grin at each other and Ryan leans his side into
mine. If I didn't just have an  orgasm I know I'd be springing a boner right
now. Ryan has this sexy scent,  it's much different than Robby's ,but they're
both very sexy. To me they are  anyway.


Ryan tells us about his day which went much like Chubby's, Robby's, and
mine, except ours was minus the fist fight. I put my arm across Ryan's
shoulders and hug him against me, asking Robby, "How's it feel having your  twin
boyfriends together again, Rob?" He looks at us, "Really good, actually.  I
missed Ryan as the summer wore on. He grows on you, don't you think?" I hug
Ryan again, mumbling, "Yeah, I'd say so." Then I tell Ryan, "I told Rob
about  us messing around a little last night." Ryan leans his head over, asking,
"Are  you mad at us, Rob?" He says, "No, of course not, Ryan. Like I told
Dylan, I'm  jealous, but not mad. It's our threesome buddy-sex. Right?" We
both say, "Yep,  it's cool." Robby parks at Stop & Shop and twist around
looking at Ryan  and me, he looks for a couple seconds like he's contemplating
something, then  asks, "Are you guys up for a version of three-way sex play
later tonight?  Chubby's on a date so we have the apartment to ourselves."
Ryan and I look at  each other, he's pushing his glasses up his little nose as
I say to him, "I am  if you are," and Ryan says, "Sure, I'm definitely for
that." Robby says, "I  wasn't for three-ways last year, but we're more
relaxed with everything this  year and it just seems kinda hot to me. Good way to
start the threesome back  up." We get out of the pickup with Ryan and me
showing excited expressions on  our faces. Robby comes around the pickup and I
ask, "What version of a  three-way Rob? You said, 'A version of a
three-way." He says, "We'll I'm the  dom so I'll do it with both of you and maybe I'll
have one of you do the other  while I watch, or maybe we'll do a train." As
we're walking to the store, he  adds, "I want us to have fun with the sex
part so our friendship part grows  stronger, along with doing good with our
studies of course. I'm trying, for  the first time ever, to average a 'B' GPA
this year. My dad wants to see some  good grades from me finally." Going
through the door to Stop & Shop I say,  "We're already close to that GPA.
We're like 'C+'." He goes, "Yeah, you're  right, but I want to move up a step."
Ryan says, "We're with you, Rob, aren't  we Dylan?" I say, "Sure, a 'B'
would be awesome," but what I don't add is, as  long as it doesn't mean we need
to get fanatical about it. We wanna party a  little too, fer chrissakes.


At the meat counter Robby mumbles, "I'm kinda feeling in the mood for
steak on the grill, what do you guys say?" Ryan says, "You're the boss, Rob,
steak is always good." Robby looks at me, "Dylan?" and I point at Ryan, "What
he said." Robby goes, "You pick the steak, Dylan, you're the chef so you
should choose the groceries. We'll be your sous chefs. Just tell us what to
do." I chose a two pound New York strip steak with a lot of marbling. New
York  strip is another name for a top loin steak that I'll grill, let it rest,
then  slice it so we can all share. Robby might be able to eat a pound of
steak, but  I know Ryan and I can't. We get small bliss potatoes too, three
each. I'll  microwave them first and then put them on the grill with the
steak. They get a  little chard on the skin and become almost creamy inside.
Split them open and  eat with butter, salt and pepper. The skin on potatoes is
tasty too. Keeping  it simple, we'll finish off with a mixed salad. The bill
at checkout comes to  $21.90 which we split three ways. The cashier is a
girl that flirts with first  Robby, and then me. The bag boy is also a girl
who doesn't flirt with anyone,  and she doesn't say, 'Have a good one' either.
That's what we're taught to say  as Stop & Shop bag boys. Say it to every
customer. Oh well, I settle for  giving her a hard look, which she apparently
couldn't care less about. Bag  boys always say, 'Have a good one'. Stop &
Shop is blowing it with these  girls. I didn't noticed a single cute guys
anywhere in the store, other than  Robby and Ryan. I'd like to have seen Cory
at least, but he got off at six  o'clock and it's six thirty now. Walking
out, Ryan says, "A steak dinner for  seven bucks, ya can't beat that." I give
his ass a little goose, muttering,  "What do you care how much it costs?
Daddy's picking up the bill, right?" He  smirks, "Yep, ain't I the lucky one
though!"


Back in our apartment we open beers and I start fixing dinner. I get  Robby
to make the salad as Ryan cleans and then starts the grill. The potatoes
are almost cooked through in the microwave, then I roll the hot things around
 in some olive oil, which makes me smiling thinking about Chubby calling
that  tall girl in line with her hair in a bun, Olive Oil. Sprinkling salt on
the  potatoes I take then out to the balcony on a plate and use tongs
putting them  on the grill, telling Ryan, "We'll give these a ten minute start
before  putting the steak on. How do you like your steak cooked?" He says,
"Medium  rare," and I go, "You're in luck 'cause that's how Rob and I like it...
heh  heh, that's the way it'll be grilled." Robby comes out, "The salad's
in the  refrigerator, Dylan. Do you want the steak now?" I mutter, "Ten
minutes." We  all smoke a cigarette while drinking our beers. Ryan chugs some
beer, then  mutters, "Next year we'll all be legal drinking age," and I say,
"That's both  a good thing and a bad thing. It'll be good being legal, but
it'll mean we're  a year older. I always favored Peter Pan's philosophy myself,
the one about  never growing up. On the other hand, being twenty is a
tweener age. We're not  teenagers and we're not legal age for clubs and bars, so
twenty-one is  definitely better." Robby says, "We're gonna make the best of
being twenty  years old," and I'm like, "You're the boss." He grins at that
shaking his head  slowly like he disagrees that he's the boss.


The steak goes on the grill and I flip the potatoes, then drop the top  on
the grill to keep in the heat. It's almost five hundred degrees in there.
After four minutes I turn the steak over and three minutes later use my
instant meat thermometer to take the steak's temperature. It's 125 degrees and
I want it around 135 to 140 so I close the lid and give it another minute. A
 minute later I take it out with tongs and put it on a platter, then get
the  potatoes and turn the burners off. Setting the platter on the lid of the
grill  keeping everything hot, I let the steak rest so the juices reabsorbed
into the  meat. If I cut it now all the juices will run out onto the
platter and that's  not what we're looking for.  After we finish our cigarettes I
take the  steak platter off the lid and inside transfer the steak to a
cutting board and  slice it on a bias. It's rosy pink, juicy and perfect. Robby
puts Italian  dressing on the salad as Ryan gets the butter and we eat with a
'Walk The  Moon' CD playing in the back ground. Robby eats the most, but we
all have  plenty to fill us up. After everything is eaten and the dishes
have been put  in the washing machine, Robby says, "Lets drive over to Tracy's
and see if  anything's going on."


Robby drives his pickup with Ryan in the middle this time. Joking  around,
Ryan gets his arm across Robby's shoulders, and says, "It's great to  have a
nice boyfriend again. That animal I spent the summer with sucked!" and  he
kisses Robby's cheek. Robby says, "I'm driving Ryan!" so Ryan leans over to
me and says the same thing. He looks so cute I'd like to put my tongue in
his  mouth. I say, "You should keep your ponytail, Ryan, it's cute on you."
He  says, "Whatever Rob decides, that's what I'm gonna do." Robby says,
"We'll all  have the same haircuts," and he made it sound final. That reminds me
of Ray  insisting on that same thing with us posse boys and then the
grumbling among  the posse boys that followed. Speaking of the posse boys, I hope
they keep  coming to me for haircuts 'cause I'm kinda fond of them, most of
them anyhow.  Giving them haircuts is the only time I'm likely to see them
now that I'm back  at college.


At Tracy's there's indeed something going on. We can hear the music as
we're parking. We go up the back steps to the big deck that's behind his
apartment. There's music playing with guys and girls dancing, with the rest of
the thirty-some kids drinking, smoking and talking loudly. It's a party, what
 a surprise for Tracy to throw a party. He comes over almost immediately to
 collect ten bucks from each of us. Tracy makes money every time he throws
a  party, but it's a good deal. It's easy to drink ten dollars worth of beer
when  you consider at a bar you'll pay at least four bucks a beer and at
sporting  events or concert the beers are eight to ten dollar apiece. There's
Harry  Black, a beer in each hand, mumbling incomprehensible nonsense with a
smile on  his lips. He's a happy drunk. Tracy loses money with him... he
should charge  Harry double. Harry's wearing a t-shirt with this on the front:
'I'm not a  proctologist but I know an asshole when I see one'. A real fat
girl, who's  dancing with another heavy girl, is wearing a sweatshirt that
has on the  front, 'I BEAT ANOREXIA'. I'll say she did.


We get plastic cups of beer and wander around seeing who we know. I see
Rolly North with a couple of guys arguing about something. Rolly gives Robby
and me a nod and a wave, but we stay away because we don't need to get into
their argument. Jasper Jenkins is with his new roommate. They're against
the  railing smoking a joint. Jasper greets me like his long lost best buddy
and  introduces the three of us to his room mate, a big awkward looking dude
name,  Mike Menanski. Mike's got a lot of yellow hair, it's like straw. I
wouldn't  want to have to give him a haircut. I knew Jasper in high school but
we never  hung out together. Then, last year I got the impression he was
coming on to  me, but not being positive I pretended he wasn't. It's just as
well. Jasper  and Mike pass their joint around and we all take a tote to be
friendly, but I  don't care for weed. I don't even inhale it. I turn around
pretending I'm  holding the smoke in my lungs then blow it out, muttering,
"That's good shit."  We try talking with Jasper and Mike but they're a bit
incoherent so we drift  away as they're lighting a new joint. Ryan says in my
ear, "I wish I could  dance with you." I chuckle and mumble, "When did you
learn to dance? Anyway,  this crowd isn't ready for that I'm afraid." Robby's
talking with some of his  baseball teammates, but not the ones from this
afternoon. That's a benefit of  being on a team or joining a fraternity, you
get to know a lot of different  guys. I'm not the joining type although that's
what I thought before becoming  a posse boy for the summer. Even so, I
don't want to join a fraternity. I'm  glad to go to their parties though.


Jarod Mellincamp comes up behind me and asks, "Can I have this dance?"  We
laugh and bump fist, then do a one arm hug. He asks, "When's a good time to
get that free haircut you mentioned? I say, "Any time. Just call me when
you're free," and then I introduce Ryan to Jarod, and Jarod asks, "Are you
gay  too?" Ryan says, "Yeah, I am," and he puts his arm around my waist. Jarod
 laughs again, mumbling, "I don't know whether to believe you or not." We
talk  about what Jarod and I mostly have in common, which is our fight. Jarod
claims  I kicked his ass and before I can dispute that a girl comes over
and Jarod  says, "Oh, look who I met tonight." He asks her, "Everything okay?"
and she  says, "Yeah, what do you think? I just had a nice pee." Jarod
introduces the  average looking girl to us and she turns out to be very nice and
easy to talk  to. Her name's Diana something that I didn't catch, but she
has a nice smile  and she laughs easily too. After a few minutes they go off
to dance and we go  over to join Ears Henderson, who's with, who else, Scott
Tinsdale. They're  Pete and Repeat, where one is... so is the other, but
they're not gay. They've  got a bromance going on. Robby joins us and along
comes Harry Black and his  roommate for two years running, Travis Hunter. We
get laughing about stuff  from our freshman year and before I know it it's
eleven o'clock and I've had  six beers. Robby gives me a head nod and we drift
over towards the steps. At  the bottom of the steps we look back and see
Ryan running down the steps  behind us, saying, "Don't leave me behind, guys."
Robby and I both put our arm  around Ryan's waist as Robby says, "No way,
Ryan. You're coming with us."  We're heading back to the apartment now for
that three-way sex party. Oh boy!  Once we got the registration behind us it
turned out to be a pretty damn good  first full day of our Sophomore year,
and it's not over yet.


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



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