Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 11:01:24 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  31

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE  YEAR

Chapter   31

by  Donny Mumford


TWO MONTHS LATER:

I'm in our Jeep driving east on route  9 to connect with route 128 N
heading back to college. It's a little after one  o'clock on the Saturday
afternoon following our Thanksgiving break. As for my  roommates, Robby's staying
with his family another day and Chubby's dozing off  in the seat next to me.
He's hung over from partying every night we were home on  break. Well, it was
only three nights, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, but he's  still managed
to accumulate a massive hangover. I'm glad he's sleeping because I  need
this time to think. I've got some things I need to think about, like Robby
and me arguing the past two months for one thing. There are other things too.
Avoiding another disagreement with Robby is the reason I'm driving back
with  Chubby today instead of with Robby on Sunday. We had a disagreement about
that  already, but I'm pretty sure he'd come up with a new disagreement
during the  ride back with him. There's been some puzzling things happening in
my life these  past eight or nine weeks that I can't continue ignoring.
Certainly not  the  way I've been ignoring them up till now. They're not all bad
things. Various  things about guys and side-sex, plus Robby and me. The
question I need to answer  is: what am I going to do about these nagging
concerns, if anything.

Robby and I haven't been seeing eye to eye on everything for a while  now.
We aren't having screaming fights so much as disagreements and differences
of opinion. He's been ragging on me about a number of things, telling me,
'Shape  the hell up and act your age'. That basically sums up his point of
view. Mine is  basically, "Lighten the fuck up, Rob, we just turned twenty
years old a couple  months ago." That's my point of view. Plus he's been
annoyingly curious about  anything and everything I do with anyone other than him.
He wants to know: Where  I've been, who was I with, and what did I do, and
why did I do it? That kind of  interrogation. It's the kinda thing that gets
old pretty fuckin' fast. He tells  me when he's my husband, and those are
his words not mine, I'll be expected to  discuss these kinds of things with
him since he's the head of the household. I  wish I never coined that phrase!
I'll be expected, as his wife I suppose, to  advise him where I'm going and
with whom because married couples don't keep, or  want to keep secrets from
each other. His point being I might as well start  practicing that behavior
right about now. He doesn't raise his voice very often,  but he has at times
and he can get scary when he's really pissed-off about  something. I think
a lot of this behavior of his is actually my fault. I sorta  brought it on
myself by encouraging him to be 'in charge'. In charge of us, and  I
encouraged him to make decisions for us too. I didn't want to be bothered with  all
that, and I guess it's a case of laziness on my part and a way for me to put
 things off. Guess I favored procrastinating above making decisions myself
and so  now we've got disagreements about some of the decisions made by
Robby. This is a  classic case of me not being careful about what I wish for.
That kinda shit.

I shouldn't be surprised that Robby's being extremely conscientious  about
'being in charge'. I mean, once he sets his mind to something he's like
that about it, and in our case the 'it' is the 'take charge part' he's focused
on completely. Also he's finally become very comfortable doing that. When I
 complain that he's too controlling he throws it back in my face that I've
been  telling him to be 'the man in charge' for three years now, so what am
I  bellyaching about? Huh, yeah, he's got a point there I guess. Plus I was
warned  of this scenario developing. Yep, a couple of months ago I was
warned by both  Robby's brother and my own brother, but I thought I knew best. I
suck apparently  about knowing what's best. Now my 'wish' that's come true
isn't doing Robby or  me any favors. He doesn't recognize that fact of
course, it's me that's the  problem in Robby's mind and since he's 'in charge' he
needs to fix me. The  complicating factor, as I mentioned, is he's come to
relish his role, becoming  sterner and sterner about it. Ironic too
considering the fact he avoided taking  charge most of the time during the three-plus
years we've been  together.

The latest argument between us was Robby insisting I be part of  tomorrow's
Sunday family dinners at his house. He's dragged me to a few Sunday
dinners over the last couple of months and I found them to be stifling affairs
with questions galore being asked of me. Then during a lull in the
interrogation  Robby tells me to share with 'the family' what happened when I did such
and  such... whatever my latest mistake was. The Dickers' theory of why this
is a  helpful tool has been explained to me a number of times by his dad,
and then  later Robby reiterates everything his dad just told me, except he
changes a few  words. His dad explains the benefit of sharing misjudgments or
mistakes I've  made with 'the family', and he does it with infinite
patience as if I'm a six  years old or a slow learner. The explanation is basically
this: Admitting  mistakes to 'the family' allows 'the family' to share in
each other's lives.  Past experiences of someone in the family may also be
similar to my mistake and  therefore 'the family' can help work out the best
solution together. All very  serious business without a bunch of yuck's
thrown in. Life is serious business  to the Dickers and I guess parts of it is,
but is that all there is? Another  small detail they seem to overlook is...
I'm not a fuckin' member of 'the  family'!  Just a minor detail. Anyway I
rejected Robby's invitation to join  'the family' for this Sunday's dinner on
the grounds I just had Thanksgiving  dinner with 'the family' two fuckin'
nights ago. Robby had told me on the way  home from college last Wednesday
afternoon that he and I are starting a  tradition where we'll have Thanksgiving
dinner with both families. Christmas  dinners too. To accommodate this my
mom agreed to have our Thanksgiving dinner  at one o'clock so that the Dickers
can have their traditional seven o'clock  Thanksgiving dinner. Ignored by
Robby is the fact my family always has had our  Thanksgiving dinner in the
evening too. When I mentioned this small nugget to  Robby, he said, "Yeah,
baby, I'm sorry about that, but I'm gonna have to pull  rank on you this time".
He actually said that, and naturally the peacekeeper,  me, gave in and
asked mom to do the dinner at one o'clock. It would have been  even more awkward
if it were Tris' turn for the dinner at her place this  year.

Mom and Tris bust their ass twice a year fixing the Thanksgiving  and
Christmas dinners together, usually with Chubby and me on the sidelines  grinning
at each other and rolling our eyes at the clatter of pots and pans and
mayhem in the kitchen during their preparation of these meals. We eat out on
Easter because the moms need to recover from the two previous major dinner
preparations. Usually they invite two or three of the single waitresses from
the  restaurant the moms work at. That holds true for both Thanksgiving and
Christmas  dinners. Women who's families are out of town and therefore would
otherwise be  eating alone, I guess. Chubby and me need to entertain the
ladies while the moms  do the cooking. That's our family's tradition and
Chubby does most of the  entertaining which is fun for me to watch. Chubby's
awesome! This year Robby  joined us for the one o'clock Thanksgiving dinner at
our house along with two  waitresses as additional guests. He was perfectly
fine without a single problem,  I thought.  Well, except Robby and Chubby
have been a little cool towards  each other for a couple of months now. Not
enemies, but there's a little  resentment I sense they're feeling for one
another. It has to do with me, but  that's something else apart from this
Thanksgiving. Their feelings for each  other is one of the things I've been
ignoring and need to think about, by the  way.

As usual the moms made a mess in the kitchen working at the dinner  twice
as hard as should be necessary, but it always comes out really good in the
end. Lots of cookbook reading every year as they're making the various dishes
 and they always make much more of everything than we could possibly eat,
but  it's a good time. Lots of self deprecating humor by the moms and lots of
 chuckles to go with the favorable reviews of the food by me and my
brother. The  invited guests heap praise on the moms too of course.  It's kinda
cute and  always fun. Huh, I just remembered an Easter dinner at a restaurant a
few years  back when the moms invited a busboy from the restaurant to join
us. He was  estranged from his family for some reason. I forget why. It was
around the time  fat Carl was fucking me and generally introducing me to the
ways of gay sex.  That bus boy was the first kid I lusted over other than
Carl. Back then I'd just  realized recently I was gay and finally understood
why I was especially  interested in some boys. Thanks to fat Carl I knew
these thing by the time I met  this busboy of course, but I didn't know how to
go about seeing if the cute  busboy was also interested in me. He might have
just been a cock teaser or he  might have been making fun of me, but he
gave me a lot of attention and I was  totally smitten by him. I haven't thought
about him in like two years. Huh,  can't even remember his name now. He had
the cutest sexy grin though. Holy shit,  what was his name?

Anyway, back to this Thanksgiving dinner at my place.  After Thanksgiving a
couple of nights ago, Robby and me left my condo at around  five o'clock to
drive to his house. He was annoyed because I kept thinking up  reasons for
staying at my place longer. He wanted to leave at a certain time and  go to
his house. Wednesday, during the drive home he'd told me, "Seriously,
Dylan, we gotta be leaving your place no later than four and preferably
three-thirty." Well because of my stalling tactics we didn't leave until five
o'clock so I got a lecture during the drive to his house. The gist of the
lecture was me being selfish and unfair for staying with my family the extra  hour
or so. He also wasn't happy with my behavior, "Dylan, I love you like life
itself, but baby, do you have to get into those silly juvenile giggling
fits  with your brother? I mean, your mom and Jeff's mom were doing their best
fixing  the dinner. Frankly I thought you two were being very rude and I was
embarrassed  by your behavior. I'll say no more, but come on, babe, act
your age." He must  think my age is forty instead of twenty, and we were not in
a giggling fit.  Chubby and I were chuckling about the mom's use of every
pot, pan, and platter  from both our condos. It was good natured fun that the
moms joined in on. It's  called having fun and enjoying yourself. That's
our fucking Thanksgiving  tradition, Rob.

Anyway, during the Dickers' Thanksgiving dinner we were  all required to
standup in turn and say what we're grateful for this past year.  That was news
to me and I wasn't prepared. I thought my fucking face would burst  into
flames I was blushing so hard reciting the made-up things I'm grateful for.  I
didn't know we'd be doing this and I noticed some of 'the family', Robby
included, had thought about it in advance and written the things they were
gonna  say on three by five cards. Cheat sheets. I had flop sweat by the time
I was  through making shit up. I suppose at Christmas dinner we'll each have
to standup  and recite our favorite gifts, or maybe recite the good deeds
we've done in the  spirit of Christmas. Jesus, I better not give them any
ideas! The dinner was  good, but I think Chubby's and my mom did a better job
overall and I'm not just  saying that because they're my family. Their food
was simply better. After  dinner, while his mom and Robby's aunt cleaned up
the kitchen the men retired to  the den, but not for cigars and brandy or
whatever. Robby, his dad, his uncle,  and me watched the late NFL game. The
whole game his uncle and dad never stopped  talking about their businesses,
both seemingly trying to outdo the success of  the other. They're brothers so I
guess sibling rivalry has a long shelf life.  Robby would chime in at times
about the new plans for his and his dad's business  and a few times I
thought I was gonna scream from boredom. The football game was  lopsided too so
that wasn't even interesting. Earlier at my place before  Thanksgiving dinner
we had beers and then glasses of wine with dinner which  helps everyone's
mood. Only one glass of wine at Robby's with the dinner, and  that was it for
the booze offered to Rob and me. The adults had cocktails before  and after
dinner. I was dying for a beer and a cigarette.

I guess I'm  just bitching to myself, or venting, or whatever the fuck I'm
doing. I'm  certainly not resolving anything. Oh, and then Robby's got
another lecture for  me while driving me home that night after a couple of
excruciatingly boring  couple of hours listening to the three businessmen bullshit
each other.  He  says, "Please don't start pouting over this, Dylan. I'm
only telling you this  because I care about you. Um, well I guess there's no
way to sugarcoat this  except to come right out and say you were very rude
again! This time to my  entire family tonight. You hardly said a word and that
look on your face most of  the time was like you'd rather be anyplace but
with us for Thanksgiving. And  please, that shit thing you were thankful for!
Everyone knew you were being a  smart-ass saying you're grateful for having
awesome hair. That was just plain  mocking my families tradition.
Thanksgiving is a holiday to give thanks, serious  thanks, not for having good hair.
Plus, your hair is always cut so short one  would think you hated it instead
of being grateful for it." He saw me rolling my  eyes, so he added, "I knew
you'd pout and act like a little boy, but these  things are important
matters and need to be said. I'm sorry if you think I'm  being a ball-buster, but
I'm done overlooking your bad behavior. I just want us  to be happy and for
you to take things a little more seriously, okay?" He means  take serious
what he thinks is serious. In other words be like him. When he got  no
response from me about his latest lecture, he asked me,"Will you at least try
making up for your bad behavior tonight during the Sunday family dinner? At
least try a little bit during dinner." Oh fuck that!

That's when I told  him I wasn't going to have dinner with 'the family' on
Sunday, which went over  poorly. I made up some bullshit story about helping
Chubby with something  Saturday and then I got the silent treatment from
Robby the rest of the ride  home. At the curb below my condo Robby said, like
he was doing me a favor, "I'm  not mad at you, Dylan, give me a kiss
goodnight and we'll talk about this more  tomorrow. I love you, babe." I mumbled,
"Me too," and we kissed goodnight with  Robby holding my head next to his for
a few seconds, then giving me another  kiss, saying, "Good Thanksgiving
day, huh?" Oh brother! The next day was Friday  of course. Robby and I had a
really good time shopping on black Friday getting  some awesome bargains,
although we did not talk about me joining him for 'the  family' Sunday dinner
like he said we would. Just as well. We were shopping on  black Friday buying
Christmas gifts mostly. He was great all day, laughing and  playful like the
Robby I fell in love with. That night we ate at Ken's  Steakhouse and
afterward we had the best lovers sex we'd had in quite a while.  We did it in his
pickup for old times sake. So a lot of the holiday was good. I  guess I
need to admit it's an up and down thing with Robby. He tries to do the  right
thing and he wants me trying to do what he thinks is the right thing too.
That's what it boils down to I guess. When saying goodbye Friday night Robby
expressed how sorry he was I couldn't see my way through to hanging around
for  Sunday dinner and then drive back to college with him. In the end he
pretended  he understood when a brother needs help with something, you help
him. As it  turned out I needed to help Chubby get his stuff up the steps of
our apartment  because he was so hung over... heh heh, but that wasn't the
bullshit story of  helping my brother I made up to tell Robby, it was help
though so you know, it  isn't qualified as a little white lie.

I know in my heart Robby loves me and I think I'm still in  love too, and
we can still have awesome lovers sex from time to time, just not  as often as
we did last summer and right up until a certain weekend two months  ago.
The September weekend Robby and I  had dinner at 'our' restaurant,  Dino's
Italian Cuisine. I still think Robby's hot, and our sex hasn't suffered  too
much. It's suffered a little though because maybe it's like we're in a
routine now. Not maybe, we are in a routine and sometimes I think Robby's like,
'Oh yeah, it's time to fuck Dylan'. Like that, but maybe I'm imagining things
or  I'm being paranoid or something. Then sometimes recently he's been
making me  feel like I'm his child by the way he talks to me. When I complain,
he says, 'If  you don't want to be treated like a child, don't act like one'.
Other times  during the past two months or so we'll have these long heart
to heart talks that  basically turn into lectures by Robby on how I should
behave. I give-in a lot of  the time and agree with what he's say because I
like things to be nice. I agree  to things he says even though some of those
'things' are stupid. I mean stupid  for guys our age and actually unrealistic
and inappropriate for young college  guys. He must have read a book on how
middle age people need to act and  mistakenly thought it was about twenty
year old college students. It gets me  frustrated. And then a couple of times
he wouldn't let me go out drinking with  the guys. Ya know, just because he
didn't feel like drinking. Well hell,   it doesn't necessarily mean I need
to stay in. According to him it does though,  but he doesn't put it that way.
He says something like, Come on, baby, have a  quiet night with me. Sit
over here next to me and lets snuggle. Stuff like that.  If I insist I'm going
to Tracy's anyway he gets pissed off and maybe gives me  the silent
treatment for a day or two. That's fucking awkward since I sleep in  the same bed
with him. I end up apologizing and making up with him because the  silent
treatment is a bitch! He doesn't seem to mind it himself, but I sure do  which
he probably can tell, so he uses that to get his way. I like it when
everything is happy and there's laughing and smiling, everything's shit's and
giggles. Like that.

As I alluded to, I think I can trace the problems and  situations that have
occurred the last eight or nine weeks to that weekend in  September.
Actually it was the second weekend of this semester if I remember  correctly. The
weekend Robby had the business meeting, that's the one. After  that weekend
I started seeing things differently. So Robby had some kind of  meeting to
go to on Saturday and he wanted me with him in Framingham because  we'd
planned on going to our restaurant, Dino's Italian Cuisine, Saturday night  after
the meeting. That was the night I tried to put my foot down gently on one
or two aspects of Robby's marriage plans for us. That was something like two
 months ago so I don't remember exactly how it went down, but I basically
asked  Robby to consider not having the baby for at least a year after we got
married.  Ya know, "Just give that some consideration, Rob, I'd really
appreciate it." It  was casually suggested. I wasn't saying, 'We're not having a
baby until I say  so!'. It wasn't like that at all, but he started shaking
his head slowly like  what an idiot I am. He was getting all frustrated and
disgusted. He finally told  me, his face red, poking his finger on the table
with each word that I can't  keep changing my mind every fuckin' week.  I
needed to act more mature and  learn to keep my word about important matters
like this. He told me we already  agreed on everything at least twice so all
his plans would stand. Well, hell,  after hearing that I wasn't about to
mention the other thing I planned on  saying. The thing about me not wanting
to change my name to his when we're  married. Fuck that.

Our so-called lover's dinner turned into Robby  listing off every single
point he'd outlined about us getting married. Points  I'd supposedly already
agreed to. I wanted to ask him for a copy of the contract  I signed, but I
didn't. Then he sarcastically asked me how many of my promises  about our
marriage plans do I intend trying to back out on? I figured it's a  rhetorical
question so I just shrugged. Then he went into the tired lament about  me
basically begging him for three years to be in charge of these matters. He
told me he's taking that responsibility seriously which means at times he needs
 to pull rank on me. In other words we'll apply for the baby when he said
we  would, meaning shortly after our honeymoon, end of story! That's become
his 'go  to' phrase, 'pulling rank'. That's usually followed-up by reminding
me again,  for the millionth time, it was me who insisted he be in charge of
our lives  together. "It wasn't my idea, Dylan!" Huh, ya don't say. Hard to
argue that  point I admit, but do I need it thrown in my fuckin' face every
three  minutes?!  To answer his question about how many of his plans for
our  marriage I wanted to back out on, I should have said, 'About half of
them, maybe  a little more than half'. I didn't of course because our lovers
dinner hadn't  got off on the right foot as it was. We had sex after dinner in
the locker room  like we planned, telling each other we're sorry, and Robby
saying, "I've had a  stressful day, Dylan, sorry I snapped at you. I love
you and of course we can  certainly talk about everything in time. Nothing is
set in stone, and it is a  long way off." So that was good. I planted the
seed I want to germinate in his  mind, the one about not having a baby for at
least a year after getting married.  Robby can be reasoned with, but
sometimes it's a painful procedure. No one can  have everything they want. That's
what Robby needs to understand. I can help him  with that... heh heh.

I learned later that the meeting he had earlier that Saturday didn't go
well at all. I gotta keep in mind this was over two months ago so I hope I'm
remembering it accurately. At that meeting one of the financial backers
embarrassed Robby by asking questions Robby had no way of knowing the  answer,
and his dad didn't stick up for him. Then one of the backers  called the
Dicker's company an amateur operation which embarrassed and  pissed-off his
father. His dad took it out a little on Robby telling him later  that he,
Robby, needed to learn how to stick-up for himself in business  negotiations. As
if that wasn't bad enough, before our dinner at Dino's, Robby  and Dodger
had a heart to heart talk during a phone conversation from Fort Sam  Houston,
Texas, that ended in some name calling by both of them. The gist of the
conversation centered around Robby's plans for him and me.  Dodger is
vehemently opposes to some of them saying Robby's being unrealistic and he's
hurting and taking advantage of me. Some of that might be Dodger being jealous
of maybe losing his brother to me a little, or maybe because I'm marrying
Robby  instead of Dodger. That last possibility is irrational on Dodger's part,
but he  alluded to it in a discussion we had before he went back to his
Army  responsibilities. In the end I really don't know exactly what's behind
the  animosity between the brothers. Some of it's about me, but there's other
factors  too.

That's the background Robby was dealing with before he picked me up  for
our dinner so he wasn't in a good mood to start with. I'd obviously picked a
bad time to mention that baby thing I didn't like about his marriage plans
and  he snapped a little. I had no way of knowing about his earlier problems
that  day. At one point during that dinner Robby wanted to know if I'd
gotten Chubby  and Dodger to throw a money wrench into our marriage plans? He
accused me of  that before backing off and apologizing, saying again it's been
a bad day for  him. Actually, none of the plans for our marriage are our
plans like Robby says  all the time, they're his plans. Anyway, that dinner two
months ago set the tone  between Robby and me since then. That fucking
dinner didn't do either of us any  favors and the same can be said of the two
Thanksgiving dinners we just had.  This Sunday dinner Robby wanted me to be at
tomorrow would just have been more  of the same. We're still engaged but
the bloom is off the rose a little. That  might be an understatement and I
don't know what's going to happen, but what's  new with that? I never know
what's going to happen. Can't we all just get along?  Ha ha. Fuck that.

Jeez, a couple of other things happened that weekend  involving side-sex. I
mean the weekend two months ago, not this weekend. For one  thing, Sonny
and I got reacquainted big time. I even fucked him once. It was his  request
and it turned out pretty good even if I do say so myself. Then later we  did
the sub/dom sex together although it wasn't perfect because as I recall he
tied up my cock and balls and left them tied too long. If not that it was
some  screw-up like that. Still, Sonny got me into a number of sexy trances,
like when  he tied me to his desk chair and cut my hair after I explicitly
told him I  didn't want a haircut. Sonny does pretty much whatever he wants,
but that  confident attitude can work to my advantage getting my dick so hard
it's like  unreal. Every since that weekend, when I'm coming home I text
Sonny ahead of  time and we work around Robby's schedule for our sub/dom sex
play. He's my only  dominant partner and has been since, I guess, Ray.
Robby's dominating my life,  but not in a sex-play kind of way. Only Sonny does
that, and I've been craving  it the past two months so I've done it with him
every chance I get. And then for  reasons unknown Robby sat me down about
three weeks ago and wanted to know about  my side-sex, and what I've done to
curtail it. I admitted to having side-sex  with Sonny and admitted it's
Sonny's who cuts my hair during our sex game. Robby  was kinda disgusted and
openly mocked the very idea of sub/dom sex. He used to  try accommodating me in
that regard, but he no longer bothers to try. He tells  me, "I've let too
many things slide with you, Dylan, I'm putting my foot down on  some things and
you need to listen to me." He didn't tell me to stop seeing  Sonny though,
and I think it's because I didn't admit to any other side-sex and  since
he's engaging regularly in side-sex with at least Danny Monday he couldn't
very well try telling me I cant have the same with Sonny. Fact is, Sonny isn't
the only side-sex I'm having on a regular basis. Since that weekend the
middle  of September I mean.

An extremely curious thing developed side-sex-wise  during that one weird
weekend. It's become an infatuation of mine. I have a  sexual infatuation for
a posse boy named, Bean, aka, Theodore Tesdavery the  third. I call him
Theo sometime now and he says it's okay, but he prefers 'Bean'  because he's
used to it. Bean claims he's not gay and maybe he's not, but he  likes me to
suck his cock and he likes fucking me, a lot. Anyway, it started  when he
came over for a haircut the Saturday of that long ago weird weekend, and  I
guess because we did it once before in a weak moment when I sucked his cock,
Bean was hoping I'd do it again, and maybe I'd like him to fuck me too.
That's  the way Theo's brain works. The first time I sucked his cock was way back
 last summer. He'd been nagging me to do it for a couple of weeks and that
was  perhaps because Ray and I were unfortunately boyfriends at the time.
Bean  claimed Ray and me peaked his curiosity about gay matters. Anyway, last
summer  he kept asking me to please blow him until it became one of those
'what the  fuck' deals to me. I thought okay lets do it and get it over with.
I liked Bean,  but had not the slightest interest in him sexually.
Consequently that first time  wasn't much of anything except I discovered he has a
long rather thin cock that  feels real good up my ass because I let him fuck
me too. I thought that was the  end of that, but when he showed up for his
haircut that weekend a couple of  months ago, he wanted to know if I'd like to
suck his cock? That's the way he  put it, "Would you prefer sucking my cock
before or after my haircut?" That's  what started it.

To make a long story short I got this inexplicable  totally unexpected
feeling that there was something sexually hot about Bean that  had previously
alluded me. Yeah, I was sensing some kind of sexiness coming off  Bean. I'd
never sensed it before at all, but that Saturday there was just  something
about him. Even so I resisted his suggestion I blow him because I  didn't want
to backslide to my alley-catting days. Bean was persistent though  and he
was so damn likable about it too. He was using his fractured logic in his
persistence that we should do it again because we already did it once before.
Finally I thought, Ya know, I'm missing all the fun here. What's the big
deal  about having a little side-sex again. I got this feeling that I need to
partially return to yesteryear and do a little more of the alley-catting
type  side-sex. Which means taking advantage of selected opportunities to have
sex  when they present themselves instead of turning it down like I'd been
doing back  then. It'd been a while now that I'd been cutting side-sex to
almost nothing,  and did it pretty much in a 'cold turkey' fashion. Going from
a hundred miles an  hour down to ten miles an hour abruptly. I figured my
sexual inclinations had  been shocked by that quick turnaround and that can't
be healthy. During Bean's  shampoo I started feeling this stronger and
stronger bizarre sexual attraction  for goofball, Bean, and I couldn't figure out
why. Well no matter the 'why' of  it, I ended-up blowing him, and that
intimate endeavor increased his sexual  attractiveness to me even more, which
then led to him fucking me after his  haircut. In other words we did exactly
what Bean/Theo was hoping for. And I  really enjoyed it too! It was true
buddy sex at it's purest and without any pain  because, while his cock is close
to eight inches long, it's narrow. It's still  tight enough inside my ass to
bring on the sensations, but without stretching my  rectum which results in
sexual pleasure without any discomfort. A nice little  combination that's
hard to beat.

It's wasn't just his awesome cock though. The mysterious part was the  way
I was feeling sexual heat for him. Sexual heat for him as a person, as a guy
 person. And it was happening without me knowing specifically why I was
feeling  that way. In any case Bean liked having his cock sucked and he told me
with a  straight face that I sucked him off better than the slut twelfth
grader did  behind the bleachers. Wow, what a compliment! It got to where I
was staring at  his sexy lips and pretty eyes, things about him I never
noticed before. He has  those narrow eyebrows I like, and almost girlie curled
eyelashes, but these  things aren't enough on their own to get my dick squirmy
in my pants.  It  was him, all of him. The sound of his voice and his
cluelessness and innocence.  He's very nice too, plus he really seems to get off
fucking my ass. Anyway,  another surprise he pulled on me that day was him
hesitantly asking me if the  two of us might go out together some time. Bean
made it clear to me he doesn't  believe in dudes dating dudes, as he puts it,
so he calls it hooking up to hang  out together and, ya know, fuck a couple
of times too. It's a date if I ever  heard of one, but what's in a name.
That first Saturday last September was more  of a fun lark to me than anything
else. I assumed my attraction to him was some  temporary quirky
affectation. I had fun teasing Theo/Bean describing our hanging  out as him picking me
up and treating me to the movies and later kissing a bit,  without Bean
kissing back of course, and then him fucking my brains out. Ha ha,  it was a fun
time with him. He goes, "That's exactly what I thought we would do,  Dylan.
Not a date like you and Ray went on. You and me will do a guys' thing.
Right?" I wanted to kiss him and reassure him he's right, but instead I just
rubbed his head roughly and told him we'd do it. He was excited that I agreed
to  get together with him because he thought I'd say 'no' and just blow him
off, no  pun intended. That's pretty much what I thought I'd do too, but
it's not what  happened.

Nope, something different happened. It was later that same week  and I'm
back at Merrimack thinking about my Theo/Bean boy, surprised to find I  wanted
to have sex with him again, and soon. With him it's totally not sub/dom
sex at all, and he has no sexy scent, he's skinny as hell with a too long neck
 and he's not cute. And he's not too smart either, kinda clueless and naive
as  all get out. Thinking about these things I remember shaking my head and
laughing  at myself for feeling the hot's for Bean when he's the opposite
of anyone I've  ever felt sexual heat for. Like I said, he doesn't even
make-out and there's  basically zero foreplay, but I can't get it out of my mind
that he's sexy. That  first week after our sex together I fought the urge to
get in touch with him,  and he's never text me except for a haircut which
he just got so he won't need  another for three or four weeks. I labeled my
silly attraction to him as  misguided and due to lack of other side-sex.
Side-sex other than Sonny I mean.  Robby knows about Sonny, although he
disapproves, telling me, "Dylan, he's a  baby!  Hey, you're not taking advantage of
him are you?" Me taking  advantage of Sonny, that's a fuckin' joke. Nobody
takes advantage of Sonny. I  didn't mention Bean to Robby and I still
haven't. Anyway it's the end of the  following week in September and I still can't
get Theo/Bean off my mind, but I  use my willpower to resist the urge to see
him. I resisted my urge for three  weeks after that weird weekend, which
would be about five weeks ago now when he  text me for another haircut. I
thought I was over my unexpected attraction to  him, but I got an even stronger
attraction to him when I saw him again.

I felt I was over him, but doing his shampoo I was sensing Bean's  strange
unnamed sexiness affecting me again. It's like an invisible force taking
over my brain and I found myself staring at him as he sat in the shampoo chair
 comfortably relaxed with his eyes lightly closed and his jaw working
steadily on  some chewing gum. Normally that would annoy the hell out of me, but
Bean/Theo's  jaw muscles were hypnotizing me instead. His eyes were closed
so I took that  opportunity to lean my head down to his, almost touching him
with my nose,  trying to detect a sexy scent, but none existed on him.  I
was dragging out  the shampooing waiting for him to mention again that he'd
'let me suck his  cock', as he puts it. I even used hair conditioner after the
shampoo to drag it  out further. He loves having his hair shampooed so
there were no complaints from  him about how long I did it, but still no mention
of anybody sucking anybody's  cock. No way I was bringing it up! I'm
supposed to be the cool college sophomore  and Bean the clueless high school
senior. Nothing to do but dry his hair. When  his hair was dried, he muttered,
"Thanks, Dylan, I love the way you   shampoo my hair, dude. It's my thing,"
and he stands up and pulls his pants down  just like that. I'm staring at his
half-boned penis, totally taken by surprise.  Bean sits back down looking at
me with his pretty brown puppy dog eyes.  Apparently in Bean's mind it's a
no-brainier, his cock gets sucked after the  shampoo, which logically mean I
get my ass fucked after the haircut.

No  need to ask me if I'll suck him off, in Bean's mind that's already been
 established. I take his cock in my fingers and he puts his hand on mind,
telling  me, "Before you start, dude, this time please suck me off slower
than last  time." I would have laughed except I was noticing my dick getting
hard. I nodded  my head and went to put his cock in my mouth and he held my
head, this time with  a hand on my forehead. He says, "And, please, dude,
don't take it in your throat  this time. That makes me cum too fast, dude, ya
know, and I like a long slow  blow job." That Bean/Theo, huh? I sucked him off
super slow trying to detect his  missing scent, but even in his crotch it
was still missing. Even so I loved  sucking his cock and eventually
swallowing his jism. Sweet! He rubbed my head  saying 'thanks' when he climaxed his
big load of cum in my mouth. During the  blow job Bean was very demonstrative
about how hot it was having his cock  sucked. He was groaning and moaning
hopping up off the chair, his body in  constant motion. There's nothing phony
about him and he knows what he likes.  Then his haircut followed, which I
took a long time doing and even hugged his  head and kissed his forehead at
one point, totally smitten by him. He pulled his  head away, saying quietly,
"No, please don't, dude, it's not right for dudes to  kiss dudes." I
reminded him he let me kiss him last time and he said, "Yeah, but  only because you
said I had to let you kiss me before you'd let me fuck you." I  told him he
still had to let me kiss him, and he told me to wait until I was  done with
his haircut at least. It was hard keeping my hands off that skinny  body of
his and I wasn't entirely successful at doing that, but he likes being
massaged so I did a lot of that. All the time I was doing it I'm racking my
brain trying to decide what I find sexy about him, but couldn't come up with a
 specific thing back then, and I haven't been able to detect what it is
since  then either. It must be just him as a whole, which further baffled me at
the  time, and still does.

After the haircut, the same haircut I think he got  in September, he
tolerated me kissing his sexy lips twice, but he wouldn't kiss  back even a little
bit like he did last time. I swear to God that kid has the  sexiest lips. I
guess that's one specific thing right there about why I think  he's sexy,
and his pretty eyes have those thin eyebrows I like. He also has  almost
girlie eyelashes so his eyes are sexy too. Hard to imagine just his eyes  and
lips getting me this hot for him though. I just don't know. He fucked me in
my bedroom again asking if he could please do it doggy style. That's what he
pleaded for last time too. I find doggy style fucking the most submissive
way to  have a guy fuck me, but I'm not submissive to Bean and he's not
dominate. I told  him 'no' and he fucked me with me bending over, hands on my
knees and my pants  just below my buttocks. Bean fuck's amazingly good! His
whole body's engaged in  the endeavor and I'm hard pressed to think of anyone
who gets his rocks off  harder or with more enthusiasm than him. He loves it
and makes no bones about  it, other than proclaiming he's not doing a gay
sex act because he's doing the  'guy' part. Left unsaid is I'm doing the
girl's part. Shades of Ray's philosophy  right there and I wonder if those two
discuss them fucking guys. Bottom line is  I couldn't care less what his
rationalization process entails. Whatever, dude.  That second weekend in
September started everything and three weeks later Bean  was just as hot as he was
the first time. No, he was sexually hotter to me. The  first time we did it
last September Bean asked me if we could do it again in an  hour or so and I
declined. The weekend three weeks later I was waiting for him  to ask that
same question. I planned to keep a couple of hours after his haircut  free
for seconds and maybe thirds. A second fuck didn't come up though. Bean
fucked a huge orgasm out of me and then didn't mention a second fuck. He had his
jacket on walking to the front door, then stopped, and hesitantly said, "I
don't  suppose, um, you'd consider doing it again, dude, like after lunch.
Would you,  dude? I mean, would you like to? I can handle that, no problem."
I played it coy  hemming and hawing that I don't know, maybe. He goes, "Come
on, have lunch with  me at McDonalds and maybe you'll change your mind."
Hot shit! I wanted to kiss  him so badly, but didn't dare 'cause dudes don't
kiss dudes'.

I bought a  small cheeseburger and a small Coke because I wasn't really
hungry, but I wanted  to stay with him. Oh man, was Bean ever chatty during
lunch telling me about his  week at school, and what this kid said, and what
Bean said, and he almost  cold-cocked this dude who was rude to this chick,
the one he's thinking about  taking out. I didn't bother following it all,
just watched him talk and eat,  which he does with his mouth open making wet
chewing mouth sounds. That didn't  even bother me although normally it would
have no matter who was doing it. So  Bean's talking was like white noise to
me until I think I heard him say  something about him and Ray discussing
us..." but I didn't hear exactly what it  was, so I went, "Whoa, Theo, are you
saying you told Ray about you and me?" He  told me, "Yeah, I did because me
and Ray have you in common now." I stared at  him, that's bullshit that he'd
tell Ray... Ray of all people. I wanted to  control my temper though so I
don't fuck up our follow-up sex. He goes on to  tell me, like it was the major
point in his and Ray's conversation, "Don't get  the wrong idea, dude, I
didn't say you were my gay boyfriend like you were with  Ray. Noooo, dude,
dudes aren't boyfriends in that sense. Not unless you're gay  or bisexual like
you two. No, I just told him I'm fucking you, and he was all  ears, dude.
Really interested." No shit he was interested, you idiot. I'd been  positive
Bean was never gonna let out he was doing gay shit, except in his  warped
mind what he's doing with me isn't gay on his part. I quizzed him about  what
those two nitwits talked about exactly, and Bean thought the two most
important results of his discussion with Ray were, one, he got Ray's respect  now,
and two, Ray didn't punch Bean out for dorking his ex-boyfriend. "Let me
tell ya, dude, I was worried I'd get my ass whipped, but Ray was a man about
it  and congratulated me on having the balls to be up front with him, and
for  fucking you a couple of times when I get my haircut too. I consider that
sort of  paying you back for the free haircut. Oh, and I told him you suck
me off too."  Bean/Theo was so proud of himself, he said, "Yeah, Ray patted
me on the back  calling me 'stud'. Ya know, dude, he called me that because
I'm drilling your  gay ass. Ray said all he'd need to do was suggest it to
you and you'd jump at  the chance to have Ray fuck you again." Jesus! What a
couple of idiots! Oh fuck,  and Ray's due for a haircut soon too. Fuck, fuck!
I told Bean I was pissed-off  he'd told somebody about us and that I'm not
doing it with him anymore. I don't  want that turd, Ray, thinking he's got
something on me to mock me about. 'Bean  is fucking you, hahaha', and then
maybe he'd spread the word.

I didn't  follow through with my threat not to do it with Bean anymore
because leaving  McDonalds Bean put his arm across my shoulders and my dick
tightened up. He told  me, "Dude, get a fuckin' grip about us not doing it
anymore. We both like it too  much to quit. Everybody's screwing everybody. It's
our generation's thing."  Whatever the fuck that means. I didn't put up too
much of a fight about the  second fuck and I'm glad I didn't because it was
a long one and hotter than the  heat from two suns. He can really fuck and
without any discomfort to me at all,  just sexual pleasure. I just wish that
kid had a scent to go along with the rest  of him. Then the week after that
I found a reason Friday after classes to come  home. I knew Robby had a
baseball activity. Another pick-up game with his  teammates. He gave me some
shit about not supporting him by going to the game  and whatnot, but I had the
hot's for Bean and Sonny. It was Friday night with  Sonny at my place
because his folks were home. Oh man, we did the full sub/dom  sex play and this
time he didn't screw-up leaving the ties around my cock and  balls too long.
What an orgasm I had! Holy shit. I got the haircut again from  Sonny too. I
didn't want it because I wanted Ryan to cut it this time so I maybe  could
find out what's up with him. Sonny didn't give a shit what I wanted, he  was
so dominant and cute at the same time I found myself in a deep fucking
trance, almost receding in age like only Ryan's been able to do. Ryan's another
one I need to think about in a big way, and soon.

Anyway the next day  was Saturday of course, and in the morning Ray and
Gary were scheduled to come  over for haircuts, which I was dreading. They came
though and I gave Gary his  haircut first because he asked me to, but I was
hoping he'd stay for Ray's  haircut to avoid the awkwardness of being alone
with Ray. I gave Gary another  tight crewcut without him putting up any
fuss at all. I guess Ray's really got  him under his thumb. Unfortunately Gary
didn't stay after his haircut. He went  on an errand, although I can't
remember what it was. He did say he'd be back to  pick up Ray. To Ray's credit he
didn't make too big a deal out of Bean fucking  me. He just said, "When
you're ready to have a man fuck you, call me. Oh God,  you resorted to Bean, ha
ha, Jesus, after I dump you, you really got hard up,  huh? Ha ha, just
kidding." When Ray and I were boyfriends that six or seven week  period he'd
show me a good side of him occasionally, but basically Ray's a dyed  in the
wool prick. Still that was about it from Ray, so not too bad. Gary was  late
getting back to pick-up Ray so there was some awkward minutes where Ray  acted
the bully goosing me and dry humping me a little. That fucker's strong.
He'd get me in a headlock asking if I wanted him to fuck me real hard and real
 fast. He said he'd let me suck Gary's cock while he, Ray, was fucking me.
He  said that would help me remember the difference between getting fucked
good and  the junior league. I got half a stiffy, maybe a little more than
half, but  mostly from his scent I think. It's still a little difficult
getting that  mushroom headed cock of Ray's out of my memory banks. Then Gary came
back and  Ray bullied him a little until I managed to get them out of here.

Gary  and Ray were only gone about a minute before Bean showed up. If they
were still  here it would have been embarrassing and awkward for me. Theo d
idn't need a  haircut that day of course, he just got one last week, but
thank God he wanted  the shampoo. I was glad because as soon as he walked in,
all gangly and tall  with his goofy grin, I got a hot feeling in my groin
again. He's so fucking hot  to me now without me knowing why. He's oblivious to
it too because I didn't let  on back then, not yet. I kept it casual and
matter of fact, like he did.  Bean/Theo said hello, did the posse greeting,
that he didn't do every time we  met so it took me unawares, then he goes right
into the half bath. When he took  his shirt off that day I tried to
convince myself his small amount of chest  hair, his happy trail and wispy whiskers
were why I thought he was sexy, except  his body is skinny and his face
isn't cute so how can that be sexy? I ruffled  his dry hair when he sat down,
then massaged his shoulders some leaning down to  see about a possible scent
and noticed a touch of BO instead. I'd noticed it  before, mostly when he
moved his arms. Nothing like Ray's BO, this was normal  teenager Bo, but as I
recall it wasn't all that bad, just not especially sexy.  Well maybe it's a
little bit sexy on Bean/Theo. No one would say Bean isn't all  male; there
isn't a girlie thing about him except his long eyelashes and other  guys have
them too. I had the urge to hug him, but I didn't. Instead I began the
shampoo.

To maintain bodily contact with him I think I dragged out the shampoo
again, taking every opportunity to bump against him and touch him. I wanting to
suck his cock and have him fuck me so badly my dick hurt. And in time we
did it  all that, and then later another two bagger with Bean thanking me ten
times for  helping out a brother posse boy The favor was I sucked his cock
then letting him  fuck my ass twice, all within an hour and a half. I managed
not to gush all over  him about how sexy and hot I thought he was, and I
didn't beg him to make-out  naked with me, which is what I fantasized about
all the time back then. I  maintained some dignity and managed to act blasé
about it, although I wasn't  that successful at being blasé during my two
climaxes. I was so exuberant Bean  laughed out loud, going, "Dude, you sure like
getting fucked. My long cock fits  your ass really good, huh?" I think that
was the day I tried to get him to hang  around hoping he'd change his mind
about a make-out. God I'd love to do that  with him, BO and all. I know we
didn't make out, although he may have stayed for  a Coke and a cigarette on
the balcony. I'm not sure if that's the time we did  that or not, but I know
I never got tired of him being around back then. That's  all I remember
about that Saturday. Then Sunday morning I made brunch for the  moms, and I
think I hung around talking about the parts of college life I could  talk about
with the moms and not freak them out. Sometime in the afternoon I  drove
back to the apartment to face Robby. And of course since Sonny gave me his
infamous wickedly short haircut Robby knew I had side-sex with him. When he saw
 me his eyes went to my haircut and he just made a 'face' shaking his head
like  he was disgusted. I wanted to scream at him, 'Don't be so
sanctimonious! You're  screwing Danny regularly and frequently yourself'. He's also
screwing Ryan  occasionally where as I am not. I gotta think long and hard about
that  situations too.

Well, Chubby's still sleeping as I'm driving onto route  125 heading for
North Andover and I'm remembering how sexually satisfied I felt  when I got
back to the apartment that Sunday. Satisfied both with my sub/dom  side-sex
with Sonny and my infatuation side-sex with Bean. After Robby turned up  his
nose about me and Sonny, he was great the rest of the day. Then in the
bedroom that night Robby was fantastic working me up with an awesome make-out
that put me into a lick-my-lover's-body frame of mind and I sucked on every
part  of Robby's body from his toes to his ears and everything in between.
Maybe I  felt guilty, but I was worshipping Robby's body that night, for sure.
It was the  last time I've done that since then so maybe I should try it
tomorrow night with  Rob. Anyway, that Sunday was five weeks ago and it was
seriously sexually hot  and the lovers fuck with Robby that followed was as hot
as it's been between  Robby and me since before the weekend we ate out and
I tried proposing an  adjustment to our marriage plans. Not a word has been
spoken about that in the  two months since that night, by the way.

At college we're on a schedule  for more things than Robby's and my sex. We
have lifting every other day and  Ryan runs that with an iron hand.
Chubby's still lifting with us, which  surprises me considering Ryan loves telling
him what to do. I think Chubby likes  Ryan though, so he don't mind Ryan's
bossiness. I don't mind it either. Ryan's  the supposed expert since he
lifted all last summer with those losers in  Georgia. It's more than fine by me
that he's running the lifting show. I love  our lifting sessions and I'm
always asking Ryan to check my hand position on the  bar so he'd come over and
lean on me adjusting my hands. His scent is still an  aphrodisiac to me and
just a touch by him can get my dick jumping around in my  boxer shorts. More
of our schedule is Ryan, Robby and me having study group  together once or
twice a week depending on what Robby feels is necessary. I like  to lean over
Ryan, supposedly reading what he's pointing to in his text book,  but
really so I can smell him and touch him. I miss being close to him and  that's
like the biggest understatement ever. Our midterm grades were B's across  the
board so I need to give props to Robby for keeping the pressure on me and
Ryan in that regard. The three of us go to classes and eat lunch together
too,  so it's a threesome in that regard, but Ryan spends most of the rest of
his free  time with his roommate. I miss Ryan and me doing it.

During that week  after I worshipped Robby's body we were really getting
along well, screwing a  couple of times a day. I was doing okay Bean-wise by
using my fantasies of me  and him making out naked. That held me over until I
saw him again. Doing okay  until Wednesday that is, our day without
classes. Robby had another baseball  activity, probably fucking Danny Monday, and I
was laying in bed that morning  with a strong urge to get fucked by Bean
again. Get him to fuck me again after  only four days since the last time. It
turned into an urge that just took over  my brain until I finally text Bean
around twelve o'clock, knowing he'd be at  lunch in the school cafeteria at
that time. I said in the text I had to pickup  something at home and would
he want to hook up this afternoon. He gets out of  school at two o'clock.
This happened about a month ago. Us hooking up meant  fucking of course, and
he's well aware of that so I was surprised when he text  back that he was
suppose to do some dumb ass thing with some friends. I can't  remember now what
it was, but he couldn't make it and casually told me, "Some  other time,
dude. Maybe Saturday I'll let you suck me off and, you know the  rest, dude."
Oh man, I was so pissed at him, and then at myself for needing it  so badly.
I thought about it and then swallowed my pride and texted him back  with one
word, 'please'. That's what he'd said to me trying to get me to let him
fuck me that first weekend, so maybe it'll work the other way. He texted back,
 'Okay, as a favor to you, dude, I'll blow my friends off. You still
haven't  hooked up with me though. You know, to hang out going to the movies or
something, and you said you would.' All I probably cared about back then was
he  said, 'yes'. I got the Jeep and while driving home realized my mom
doesn't leave  for work until four, so we'd need to do it some other place and I
couldn't think  where, but I didn't mention that to Bean. We arranged where
I'd meet him on  school grounds. Grounds I know so well after going there
four years myself.

Anyway I picked up Bean, as horny as I've ever been in my life. I  remember
seeing him loping over to the Jeep with a goofy grin and it got my dick
stirring. He was usually grinning. As it turned out nobody was home at his
house  so we fucked there. He did end up fucking me twice, but I had to bring
up the  second one. Thinking back on it I was sort of nagging him for a
second fuck and  I remember Bean looking at me funny, like maybe a light went on
ion his brain.  He nodded his head smiling to himself a little, then told
me, "Okay, sure I'll  go a second time, no problem, dude. Um, but it's going
have to be doggie style  with you naked, or I won't do it. No offense, dude."
I think Ray put him up to  that. Doggie style is what he asked me to do way
back that second weekend of the  semester, and at the time I brushed it off
as being ridiculous. I think doggie  style is the most submissive way of
getting fucked, as I've said before, but I'm  not submissive to Bean and he's
not dominant. Not even when he said it'd had to  be doggie style. He said it
almost like he was apologizing about stipulating  that. I looked at him for
a few seconds and then did what he wanted, figuring  it's either Ray's
influenced or Bean's finally realized I'm not doing him the  favor so much as
he's doing me the favor. I took my clothes off, and got on all  fours. That's
the only way he'd fuck after that, me naked with Bean sometimes  merely
pulling his cock out through his fly. So that was a Wednesday about  a  month
ago now, and by then Bean had me pretty much were he wanted me,  although he
didn't take further advantage of that fact. Um, that's if he even  realized
he had me just where he wanted me, he very well may not have known.  He's not
the sharpest knife in the drawer.

The Friday after that  Wednesday I had to bullshit like crazy not to go
with Robby to watch the  Merrimack basketball game that he was going to with
some baseball teammates.  They were showing support for the basketball
teammates and Robby wanted me to  go. The thing is I'd promised Bean we'd have our
non-date that Friday night, and  we did. We saw a movie that he paid for,
saying, "Ray paid for your hotdog's at  those basketball games so I guess me
being the guy I should buy the tickets."  More of Ray's influence. How Bean
didn't see this as a 'date' is beyond me.  After the movie I directed him to
a secluded spot Robby and I have used. I knew  to get undressed so I did it
without Theo/Bean telling me to. He nodded his  head, a sweet grin on his
lips, mumbling, "Thanks, Dylan. I wish I had a body  like yours, dude." Then
Bean pulled his pants down to his thighs, put his hand  behind my head and
pulled it down to his groin, "Go slow, Dylan. Do a lot of  those little licks
on the head of my long cock too." Yeah, Ray must have  instructed Bean how
to get his hand behind my head bringing it down to his cock.  He's done it
every time since then and he keeps pressure on the back of my head  so I can't
even lift off his cock to take a big breath. I licked and then sucked  his
cock into my mouth. When I've sucked a hard boner on him he uses a handful
of my short hair to bob my head up and down on his cock at the speed he
likes.  He keeps my head bobbing up and down on his cock until he climaxes, and
he has  big climaxes. It's always spurted out the sides of my mouth, running
down my  chin and Bean always laughs his ass off about that. His first
orgasm is always  from my oral sex on his long cock.

Another thing Bean's always fascinated  by is me getting a hard boner from
sucking him off. He can't believe it and  always asks to see it. If we're in
a car he'll push me back against the seat and  marvel at my boner sticking
straight up as hard and tight as his was when he  climaxed. He's never
touches it though, not yet anyway. Theo, as I like to call  him, recovers
amazingly fast after an orgasm too. In as little as fifteen  minutes sometimes, and
then he's ready to go again. His cock may not be real  hard going in my
ass, but it tightens up really hard as he fuck's me. And second  fuck's with
him can easily go on for as long as twenty minutes. Starting back  five or six
weeks ago I was going home every weekend right up until this  Thanksgiving
weekend. Most of those trips home left a pissed-off Robby back at  the
apartment because he had college oriented stuff he wanted to do, but I  wouldn't
stay with him making up one reason after another why I couldn't stay.  And
all but one of those weeks I'd also get home on Wednesdays to fuck with
Bean. One time I was sucking his cock and he took his hand off my head for some
reason. For a change I took his cock from my mouth so I could lick his
balls  thinking I'd introduce Theo to rimming. No way. He was like, "Please,
dude,  don't do that. Just my cock, it embarrasses me to have you lick my
balls. I'm  surprised it doesn't embarrass you too, but I guess you being gay and
all,  you'll do anything to please the guy who's fucking you, huh?" Jeez,
he's finally  elevated himself to 'the guy who fucking me'. God only knows
what he'd say if I  told him I was going to lick his asshole. Bean has never
intended anything he  said to me to be mean spirited. Everything he says, he
says in a nice manner,  without being arrogant or bossy at all. Just matter
of fact statements. I'd  given up trying to kiss him by then because once he
realized I needed him, he  put a total stop to all kissing, but like I said
he does things like that very  nicely. He's always nice and polite and
respectful and grateful that I suck his  cock and let him fuck me.

So yeah that brings me up to this Thanksgiving  break during which Theo
fucked me four times in the three days we were both  available. I had sub/dom
sex with Sonny just one afternoon. Robby and I didn't  fuck once in the three
days we were home together, and now I'm on my way back to  college. I'm
almost there as a matter of fact.  I'll see Robby sometime  Sunday when we'll
surely fuck and maybe he'll want to do it twice. It's not  unheard of.
Crossing route 114, I drive the Jeep onto the apartment complex  going in the main
entrance and then I find a good parking spot for once. I'm  glad the drive
here and all my speculating and reminiscing about the last two  month's
activities is over. Yeah, but I still don't know what to do about any of  it. I
wake Chubby and he's groggy and grumpy. He mumbles, " I absolutely wants
nothing to do with alcoholic beverages and I don't even want to smell them.
Same  for cigarettes, I'm off both those disgusting vices. Wild fuckin' horses
 couldn't drag my ass out partying tonight." Yeah, yeah, I've heard that
before.  I grin at him, he's so cute. We had a heart to heart to heart talk
after that  weekend two months ago when Robby had the meeting and he and I ate
at Dino's  afterwards. I told Chubby just about everything that was said
during that night  except when it involved sex. Chubby took my side on every
single point I brought  up. A couple days after Chubby and I had our talk he
tried jokingly to get Robby  to lighten-up a little, but Robby took it as
none of Chubby's business, so some  snippy words were exchanged. Robby also
accused me of talking behind his back.  It's been a little icy between Robby
and Chubby since then. My brother was only  looking out for me like always,
and trying to help Robby at the same time.  Chubby and I always have had each
other's back and that's true without  exception. I felt even closer to
Chubby after our talk. He went so far as to  tell me to, "Break off that silly
engagement, bro. Rob thinks he owns  you".

Anyway, Chubby says he's staying in tonight, which is a first for a
Saturday night. Myself, I haven't gotten drunk even once during the past four
days of our Thanksgiving break, although I wish to hell I had gotten a little
drunk on Thanksgiving day... heh heh. Whatever, I'm feeling frisky this
afternoon. Not horny though, which is a good thing since no one on campus is
likely to offer to fuck me. We unload everything from the Jeep, then I gotta
help Chubby with some of his stuff. The poor kid's hurting with his big
hangover  hanging on still, so he lies down in his room. I put on a coat and
grab a beer.  It's my intention to smoke a cigarette or two on the balcony and
suck down a few  brews. I said there's no one here who's likely to fuck me,
although that's  technically not true. When I gave haircuts to Dougie
Hamilton and Jamie  McFarland, both cute guys, they propositioned me then and a
couple of other  times on campus too. The timing hasn't worked out for us so
far, and I've been  pretty busy driving back and forth to Framingham so Theo
can fuck me. I've been  to Stop & Shop a couple of times the past two
months looking for Shaun  Sullivan, who I had sex with last year, but he isn't
working there this year I  guess. I'll probably get a part time job after the
first of the year, but so far  I made enough money last summer that I
haven't needed to work part time. Cory  Dunlevy had a job set up for me at Stop &
Shop but I passed on it. Now he's  working at a  different store and I
hardly ever see him. He's sort of got a  boyfriend now anyway, and that makes me
happy for him although I don't get the  impression they do a lot of sex. I
could be wrong about that though beings  Cory's not real talkative. I'm still
not sure where the lad from London stands  regarding his sexual
orientation. We've hooked up a few times and hung out  smoking and drinking coffee.
Freddie's intriguing to me, and I like that accent  of his. I've been trying to
talk him into letting me give him a haircut, but  he's got a million
excuses why he can't do it this time or that time. A haircut  can be slightly
intimate if I chose to do it that way, and I could maybe find  out something
about Freddie. So far though he's only been full of double  entendres with
sexual overtones. That could be because I told him right out I'm  gay, or
because he's hinting he is too. We'll see about that in time I'm  sure.

Lighting a cigarette sitting in a deck chair on the balcony I'm  looking at
the trees beyond the parking lot remembering the night I stumbled  through
those very trees stoned and drunk. Which brings my mind around to the  real
quandary I'm having about Ryan. That night I got high with Ryan and Tom
Love. It was the last time I had any kind of sex with Ryan. I haven't seen Tom
since that night, but Ryan has. He buys weed from him, but not that crake
laced  shit. Just regular marijuana which Ryan and his roommate, Marty
Monroe, smoke  together blowing the exhales out the dorm window. Those two have
become very  tight and I notice signs of submissiveness in Ryan. He told me
he's fully  embracing the submissive role for Marty. Hell, I have sub/dom sex
with Sonny, if  I'm lucky, two or maybe three times a month. Ryan's having
it every night. At  least that's what he's alluded to cryptically a number of
times. I think him and  Marty had a couple of three-ways with that tall
friend of Marty's, Rex  what's-his-name. I think his last name's Louis. Two
first names for him and  alliteration for Marty Monroe, huh. Ryan thinks that's
so cool. Jesus, get real.  Ryan confided in me he's finally found the
dominant sex partner of his dreams  and it seems Marty's really nice to him and
over the last two months or so  they've become close friends outside the sex.
The commonly held premise is that  the sexual fires has gone out where Ryan
and I are concerned and our total lack  of sex together for over two months
now backs up that premise, although we're  friends. The fire between us is
extinguished is what Robby believes and Ryan  too, and it's what I say as
well. That's all swell and good, except it's  bullshit.  My old yearnings for
Ryan have reared their ugly heads again and  they're roaring and boiling in
my head so hot I don't know what to do anymore. I  want him so bad it hurts
to be with him knowing he won't have sex with me. I've  tried to explain to
him, without sounding like I'm begging, that I had feelings  for him at the
beginning of the semester. It's just that we got tangled up with  some
details and messed things up a little at first, but it would have smoothed  out
quickly. He says he only loves me as a friend now and that Marty's become
his sex man and he's finally happy in a sub/dom relationship that gives them
both a lot of sexual pleasure. He doesn't have sex with anybody else unless
Marty's involved.

The thing is, the more Ryan won't do it with me the  more I want him to.
It's a white sexual heat I have for that little guy that  driving me mad. I've
elevated memories of our early sex, with him being  dominant, to such high
levels in my mind, even I know I'm exaggerating. I want  him so badly I
fantasize about him and me so much those fantasies are pushing  aside the ones
of me and Bean making-out naked together. Ryan and I are around  each other
every day and I find myself staring at him and touching him every  chance I
get. Once in awhile something great will happen, like we'll ace a quiz  and
we'll hug, congratulating each other, and I'll sneak a kiss on his lips real
fast. He gives me a knowing cute smirk  shaking his finger at me, like
that's a no-no you naughty boy, but in a humorous way. Lately Ryan's sexy scent
 has been turning me on more than Robby's or Sonny's, and I desperately
want him  to dominant me in sex like nothing I've ever wanted before in my
life. It'd be  the ultimate irony if, as I suspect, Ryan moving to Georgia and
taking our  sub/dom sex with him led me to Ray. Now I wonder if him
withholding sex from me  has led me to Bean. I can't think of any other reason I've
got this mad  infatuation with my Theo/Bean boy. I've told Ryan a little
about me and  Bean/Theo, without mentioning that Bean's not attractive in a
conventional sense  and he's not dominant in any conventional way either, and
Ryan told me, "I'm  really happy for you, Dylan. Theo sounds, um, different."
The prick! Saying he's  happy for me is so fucking condescending! Ryan was
never like that before so  I'll bet that dork, Marty, is corrupting that
sweet kid's mind. Robby may be  partly responsible for me having this crazy
infatuation with Bean too. His  obsessive behavior about me has driven us apart
some and maybe subconsciously  I'm getting back at him by fixating on Bean.
It's some combination of Ryan and  Robby and me that's causing me to lose my
mind over Theo/Bean, I'm sure of it.  It seems the original threesome is
conspiring, unintentionally, to drive me  nuts. I know damn well if Ryan would
take me back and give me another chance my  interest in Bean would fade
away just like that. Snap!

It's been over two  hours of feeling sorry for myself. Shit, I'm a real
piece of work lately. While  I'm finishing my second beer, without a peep from
Chubby who's sound asleep on  his bed, my cell phone chirps that a text
message has arrived. Probably from  Robby wanting to know what I'm doing and who
am I doing it with. But no, it's  from Ryan. I stare at it, not because we
don't text. We text all the time. It's  just that I was thinking about him
and 'bam' a text from him. I knew he wasn't  going home to Georgia on this
short break and maybe Marty's still at home like  Robby. Hmmm, Ryan Wilcock,
huh? Just saying his name gets me excited. He's  undoubtedly come to his
senses and wants to suck back in with me. Is that what's  happening, Ryan? Ha,
fat chance of that. Taking a deep breath I check it  out.

to be continued...    Donny Mumford
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