Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2015 15:45:30 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  33

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  33


by  Donny Mumford




Ryan and I have been on a bit of a roller-coaster ride of emotions in his
dorm this afternoon. Mostly my emotions.  No, not a roller coaster so much
as The Wild Mouse ride on the Wildwood boardwalk: fast starts with abrupt
stops,  then you think you're going over the edge, but no you're jerked back
for another  quick drop, then up again really fast. It started with Ryan's
text and me asking  him to hang out with me. Then him innocently asking for a
haircut, which  wouldn't normally be a big deal, except it was for me.
There's been this growing  sexual heat, a secret hot desire building up inside me
for Ryan. It's been  building for almost two months now and it's gotten to
be very much like the heat  I had for him during the last semester of
freshman year. No one but me was aware  of this unexpected development until this
afternoon when I told Ryan, surprising  him quite a bit. Before I told him
though, being alone with him for the first  time in seven or eight weeks
caused some odd behavior on my part, very odd. It  finally culminated with me
breaking down and telling him I loved him and wanting  him to fuck me. Like I
said, it was very surprising news to Ryan and he actually  looked shocked
when I told him. However, in the end, this afternoon's wild ride  of emotions
was sort of anticlimactic. After an up and down couple of hours, and  a
number of false starts, we ended up in an extremely hot make-out.  Unfortunately
I climaxed in my pants before we got around to doing any sex. I  didn't
even get to suck his big cock. So, no actual sex.


Like I said, I've had this serious sexual heat for Ryan and when adding
that to the fact he happens to be the best make-out dude on the planet, the
combination got me cumming in my pants. Awesome orgasm too, but very
premature and kind of embarrassing because it's a move a sexual rookie  makes.
While we were contemplating everything, laying on his bed together, Ryan
rethought what it would mean for him to have sex with me. His dominant sex
partner, fuckwad Marty, doesn't allow Ryan to have sex with anyone but him.  He'll
dump Ryan if he screws me and fuckwad finds out about it.  Ryan's  been
happily into his sex role as submissive bottom for his roommate, so having  sex
with me became a bit of a dilemma for him. We discussed it and he finally
decided to follow my advise and blatantly lie to Marty about it. Lie by
omission, meaning Ryan and I will have sex together but he won't tell the
fuckwad. Seems an obvious solution to me, but Ryan had to be sold on the idea.
The thing is, as of now there's nothing for Ryan to lie about. Hopefully
he'll  have a reason to lie sooner rather than later. This might be construed
as me  being the evil little devil on Ryan's shoulder tempting him to go back
on his  promise to fuckwad, and I guess I am, but Ryan seems a willing
accomplice. In a  nutshell that's pretty much our current situation.


Prior to me confessing my revived sexual heat for him I gave Ryan a
conservative preppy haircut that he thought looked too 'goody-two-shoes' for him
and he finally decided on the old standby: a buzz cut. What
'goody-two-shoes'  actually means I'm not sure. Most people wear two shoes of course, but
what  turns them into 'goodie' shoes alludes me? Not that I gives much of a
shit about  that. The real question is, how did I get back in this  'Ryan'
frame of mind? The one where I think he's super hot sexually? How  did that
happen when I didn't feel this way earlier in the semester? Don't  know why,
but I've gotta wonder if it has anything to do with Robby taking his  bossy
in-charge responsibilities with me too seriously, making me subconsciously
want to revert back to my more carefree days known as my alley-catting days.
The  more I contemplate doing that, the more I can't think of a good reason
not to  take up my old ways. I guess that's basically my justification for
back-sliding... I can't see any reason not to. Robby and I are still in love
and  we're having very good sex together, but we were doing that when I was
alley-catting around too. So, ya know, I should probably have some fun
while I'm  young. Marriage is at least three years off and I feel Robby and I
are peaking  way too early in our relationship. With sports teams it's
important  that their performance peaks at the right time of the season, which  for
them is the playoffs. Robby and I are a team and we should peak with our
relationship at the playoffs too, which for us is marriage. As it is we're
peaking three fucking years too soon. So, I've identified the problem and now
I  need to find a solution.  Me doing a little alley-catting with Ryan and
maybe others as well seems a part of the solution, but not all of it. I
need to  cool down Robby's runaway bossiness somehow without jeopardizing our
long term  relationship. Some of Robby's ideas for our married life together
are okay,  although inappropriate at this point in our lives. Hmmm, I've got
to explain  that tactfully to Robby and get us back on a more realistic
track preparing for  the playoffs, so to speak. And, at the same time have some
damn good  extemporaneous buddy sex that's much more appropriate for my age
at this point  in my life than monogamy.   Luckily I've come to my senses
in that regard,  and just in time hopefully to save the marriage possibility.
Fuck, one of us had  to come to our senses and Robby didn't appear inclined
to do that being he's  having a really good time practicing his parenting
skills with me playing the  part of his child.

I'm relatively positive he won't see it my way at first, but with gentle
prodding and clever manipulation he'll eventually see the genius of my plan.
'Relatively positive' being an oxymoron of course, but that's how I feel.
Anyway  with this change I'm prepared for a bit of a rocky road in our
relationship  initially, but confident Robby and I can handle it for the simple
and obvious  reason that 'rocky road' describes our loving relationship up
till last summer  when his plans for us got too serious too soon. I was blinded
by the light of  his vision at first, but things change and now I'm seeing
things differently  beings that I'm wiser and older with more of a mature
realistic outlook than  Robby's. That may seem arrogant of me except my view
of things happens to  coincide with that of my brother, and Robby's brother
as well, so I'm not alone  in my reasoning. I added up the votes and it looks
like three to one against  Robby's 'too early' peaking plan. I have no
intention of hurting Robby with my  change of heart because I love him and want
to eventually marry him if things  can be worked out. He's got the marriage
part right, but now is not the period  in our love-life to start acting like
a married couple. A more appropriate time  would be the last few months
before actually getting married. That's when our  love affair should peak. I'm
going to give the engagement ring back to him in as  nice a way as possible,
explaining he needs to hold on to it for a more  appropriate time. We
should wait to get engaged at a time when we don't need to  keep it a secret.
Robby wanted to keep it secret because, lets face it, he knew  people would
think it's silly. So there's a right time to do it and that's when  we can
announce it to the world at the same time. You know, without fear that  anyone
we know will mock us behind our backs. There could still be a couple of
misguided losers who mock us even then, but they'll be few in number and
basically, fuck 'em. Who cares what misguided losers think? It'd be too harsh
explaining all this to Robby in these terms of course, but that's the bottom
line. I'll sugar coat it for him and feed it to him in small doses so his ego
 doesn't get bruised.


None of this have I shared with Ryan as it's personal between Robby and
me. My conclusion developed during the time Ryan and I lay on the bed together
 thinking our own thoughts while listening to a CD play through twice. Oh
yeah,  we were smoking weed too. The true test of my plan will be when I'm
out from  under the influence of pot. Sure it's a cool sensation being under
the influence  of the psychoactive and physiological drug from the cannabis
plant, aka  marijuana. I'm inexperienced with it though, so I'll need to test
my theory of  peaking too soon in our relationship when I'm sober. I'm
pretty friggin' sure my  reasoning will also hold up when I'm stone sober, which
I'm definitely not at  the moment. Ryan's marijuana is good shit and not
laced with crack, which I have  no use for ever again. Ryan breaks our silence
with, "Let me do a buzz cut for  you now, Dylan. Why wait till next week
when we can be twin boyfriends right  now?" Hmmm, I'm not sure how much the
drug is effecting my thinking, but by God  that sounds like an awesome idea.
Wait a minute, I thought we already did that.  I'm like, "Didn't we do that
earlier?" He goes, "No, you gave me a buzz cut  earlier." I rub my fingers
through his half inch buzz cut, "Oh yeah, Ryan,  that's right. Then I shout,
"It looks fucking cool on you, Ryan!" Maybe that was  a little too
enthusiastic of an endorsement because it sets us off on a laughing  jag. We're
falling against one another holding our stomachs laughing like crazy  people. Oh
fuck, I can't catch my breath. Then, when we calm down from the  laughing jag
Ryan still doesn't appear to think my endorsement of his buzz cut  was over
the top. He says, "Damn straight, my buzz cuts cool!" and start  laughing
again. Oh man, we run out of laughter, and Ryan says, "Sit your ass in  the
chair and I'll give you a buzz cut." I'm feeling dizzy from the grass and
all our laughing as I sit down. Then I'm thinking there's a reason we didn't
do  this earlier. I can't remember what the reason is though. Ryan's throwing
 clipper guards out of my toiletry kit, saying, "Plug in the clippers,
Dylan. I  gotta find the right guard. It's hard to read these things." I hop up
and plug  in the clippers, asking, "What are you looking for?" He says, "The
quarter-inch  guard, remember?" Oh yeah, I do recall that now. I'm like,
"Whoa, wait a fuckin'  minute, we decided a quarter inch buzz is too short,
remember?" Thinking I  one-upped him on remembering stuff, but he just says,
"Don't fucking worry about  that detail, it'll be cool and I really wanna do
it. Now sit the fuck down!" I'm  like, "Oh, shit, yeah okay, that makes
sense."

Ryan's holding a clipper guard up to the light trying to read the number
on it, mumbling, "That kid who cut your hair last time really screwed it up,
but  I'm gonna fix it for you." I'm thinking two things: one, Ryan talking
about  anyone screwing up a haircut is ironic considering he's the world's
champion  haircut screwer-upper. And, two, that was nicely dominant the way he
said, 'Sit  the fuck down!' with just the right touch of authority, plus a
little grin to  show everything's cool. Ryan always could pull off the
dominant stuff better  than anyone I've come in contact with. He says he doesn't
want to be dominant  with me, but he might get back into the dominant saddle
for sex at times.  Okay, now he's finally got the quarter-inch guard on
the clippers and he turns then on, saying, "Take your shirt off and sit up a
little straighter for me." I do both things and he puts his hand on top of
my  head pushing it forward until my chin hits my chest. Holding it there he
runs  the clippers up the back of my head. This is cool because I was
thinking I'd  like Ryan to give me a haircut earlier. I didn't think it'd be
possible though  due to Sonny giving me a haircut just the other day.


I hear the clippers cutting  through my hair and that sound of hairs being
cut is kinda sexy to me. I like  the sound, but not as much as Dodger I'd
guess. You know, considering his  haircut fetish and all that, but I really
like cutting guys hair and getting  mine cut too so I guess I have a mini
fetish. As always when Ryan cuts my hair  he does it too quickly with abrupt
movements, but since there's a quarter-inch  guard there isn't any way he can
fuck it up. I hope that's true anyway. Ryan's a  little on the rough side
pushing my head around as he runs the clippers  helter/skelter up the back and
sides of my head with fine hair clippings flying  all over the place. When
he's cutting the hairs on top of my head he cups under  my chin from behind
lifting my head back against his stomach and he pulls the  clipper from the
front of my head to the back. Then he goes over the top of my  head again,
this time putting extra pressure on my scalp at my hairline and I  hear a tiny
extra amount of hairs being cut. He goes over the sides and back  again
pressing the guard against my scalp tightly and then finally stands back
turning off the clippers. As he rubs my head getting clipping off, he says,
"It's wicked short, Dylan, but very even. I'll work with the trimmer clippers
now." Hearing that my dick tightens up because he gets in over his head using
 the trimmers, which basically shave the hair to the scalp. It's used to
outline  usually around the ears, but some barbers square off the hair at the
back of the  neck too.


This is where my true submissiveness comes into play. By not objecting to
him using the trimmer clippers, when I know from past experiences he fuck's
that  up royally, but I let him do it anyway... that's submissive behavior.
I have a  difficult time turning that down. The higher pitch sound of the
trimmers starts  up and a thought screams in my mind to tell him not to use
them, but I subdue  that thought and say nothing. Instead I'm enjoying my
submissive trance. He  roughly pushes my head to the side, "Don't move your
head, okay, Dylan? I gotta  be careful with these fucker's." I'm holding my
breath as he pauses for a  second, then says, "I'm not sure how to do this. Can
you give me a lesson on how  to use this trimmer thing?" I lose most of my
submissive trance immediately, but  feel relief too. "Sure, Ryan. Come over
to the mirror and I'll do outlining  again around your ears so you can see
how I do it." He mumbles, "I used to know,  but I wanna be sure, especially
after I messed up your hair the last time I cut  it. That was like two months
ago I think."  At the mirror I get my first  glimpse of my quarter-inch buzz
cut, and holy shit it's short!  Like he  said, he did it very evenly at
least, so that's a plus. I feel my head surprised  it's not as bristly as I've
had it cut before. Willie's had various barbers cut  it even shorter than
this a couple of times. Also, without bragging, I gotta say  I'm blessed with
a great shaped head and what I consider the perfect hairline.  So, like a
few other guys I know, any haircut looks more or less good on me. I  look at
myself again and try not to smile, but I gotta admit I like my  appearance.
Ryan laughs, and says, "Yeah, yeah, I saw that smile. Yeah, you're  cute and
handsome and all that, ya lucky prick." I go, "Get real, lots of guys  are
better looking, and anyway I didn't have a fucking thing to do with how I
look." He gets serious, "I cut your hair really short, Dylan, but it looks
okay,  don't ya think?" I say, "Yeah, you did a really good job, Ryan, thanks,
dude."  He shrugs, then searches for more compliments, "I didn't want to
fuck-up again  and I think I did alright, huh?" "Dude, great fucking job! I
just told ya  that."


With Ryan watching in the mirror I show him the correct position of the
trimmers when outlining and then follow my original outlining around his ears.
 He wants to see it twice, then he asks, "Shouldn't I do it along your
hairline  in front across your forehead, and in back at the neck hairline?" I
say, "That's  done by some barbers, yeah, but I don't like it for me. Mostly
it's for guys  that don't have perfect hairlines." He chuckles, "And you
have a perfect  hairline I suppose." I have to grin, "You twist everything I
say around until it  sounds like I'm bragging." He says, "Okay, just outline
around your ears," and I  nod my head. I sit down and he does the outlining
carefully. Not too fast like  he usually cuts my hair. "There, it's perfect,
Dylan," and he brushes the  clippings off my shoulders. "Thanks, Ryan, I'm
proud of you, dude." He goes, "So  I get to give you haircuts from now on,
right?" I say, "For buzz cuts  definitely." He rubs my head, "I loved doing
that." We put everything away, but  don't clean up because Ryan says, "I'll
get all our clipped hairs off the floor  later, Dylan. Our dorm's a mess
anyway," He doesn't need to tell me twice  because I'm not feeling the 'clean up'
thing at the moment. I've gotta think the  pot is still in my brain a
little.


Done the haircutting, Ryan goes, "I don't know if I told you, but Marty's
got me jogging and now I feel I need to do it every day. It's habit forming
and  makes me feel good and healthy afterwards. How about it, lets go
jogging around  the track. It'll clear our heads of the pot." I make a face, and
he adds, "Then  we'll showers and get some dinner." This idea doesn't have a
lot of appeal to  me, so I mumble, "It's kinda cold for jogging, isn't it?"
and he pats my  shoulder, "We'll warm up quickly, trust me." I reluctantly
get my sweatshirt on,  the one with a hood. Ryan gives me a pair of wool knit
gloves and out we go. He  starts jogging right away so I follow him. Once
on the track we jog side by  side. "Could you handle a faster jog, Dylan?" I
go, "No! This is fast enough,"  and he nods, grinning at me. It feels good
to like being with Ryan again. I knew  something was missing this year at
college, and It's Ryan and me being tight.  After once around the track I see
he was right, I'm warm and loose so I push the  hood off my head. After the
second trip around the track I start breathing  harder and harder wondering
how many times around the track Ryan has in mind. He  talks without apparent
effort as he jogs, "I'm the baseball team's equipment  manager as you know,
or as you call it I'm the team's flunky. Be that as it may  I've got to do
some things Monday with the baseball equipment. So it'll be later  than
usual, but we'll lift weights after I do take care of the equipment, okay?"  I
nod my head and he says excitedly, "Hey, this year I've got an assistant too.
I'll give him most of the flunky assignments. Anyway I already texted Rob
about  the delayed lifting time, so will you tell Chubby?" I go, "Uh huh,"
gasping for  breath. The third trip around the track I'm keeping up with Ryan,
but only  through pride and not wanting to look like a wuss. Another
hundred yards and I  can't fuckin' believe I'm still jogging, and he wanted a
faster pace! Bullshit  to that.


Looking at Ryan's face, he's still looks fresh and relaxed moving his  legs
smoothly. As for me, I don't know how I'm going to make it around again.
Ryan looks over, "How ya doing?" I nod my head because I can't even grunt
now.  He says, "We'll just go around this time and then one more after that,
then  we'll run up the steps of the stadium. You'll feel the pull on your calf
muscles  mostly when going up hill. It an aerobic type exercise too." I
can't even nod my  head now. I'm gasping for breath, my leg muscles are aching
and then luckily I  get a cramp. We're just starting the last lap and I pull
up limping. Ryan stops,  sounding concerned, "Got a cramp, Dylan?" I nod my
head pointing at my left leg.  He helps me over to a bench and massages my
calf, saying, "You better sit here  while I finish my lap, okay?" I nod,
trying to look disappointed I can't finish  the lap with him, while inside I'm
thinking, 'Thank God!'. Ryan runs the last  lap at twice the speed we jogged
together
and then, after a short rest leaning over and breathing hard, he runs up
and down the steps of the stadium three times. He comes over breathing hard
with  sweat dripping off his nose and chin. His glasses are fogged up as he
plops down  on the bench next to me and puts his arm across my shoulders,
"Awesome feeling,  huh? Whew, I'm winded." I'm looking at him feeling
admiration for him as I lean  against him. He feels me leaning against him, looks
over at me and gives me a  grin. Hugging around my head now, he pulls it over
and kisses the top of my  head. Two minutes later, he's like, "Come on,
Dylan, lets take a shower." I'm  looking forward to a hot shower and gratefully
we walk back instead of jogging  like I was afraid he'd want to do.


We take a shower next to each other in the communal showers. There's a  big
kid with a rather small penis taking a shower five shower heads away from
us. It's hard not to gawk at Ryan's big cock after seeing the big guy's
small  one. Nature's got a weird sense of humor.  The more I glance at Ryan's
dick  the more I want to feel that big organ up my ass. It's been too long
since I've  felt that. Actually it's been even longer between our sex acts this
sophomore  year then it was when he moved to Georgia last summer. Ryan only
has one clean  towel so we share it with him chuckling, muttering, "I
really should give a  thought to hitting the laundromat, heh heh." We walk back
to the room carrying  our clothes with the towel around Ryan's waist and me
wearing a light cotton  bathrobe he let me use. I have a pleasant squirmy
feeling in my dick walking  with him and bumping against his side as he
chatters away about how he got used  to communal showers last year, as well as the
communal lavatory in general. He  tells me about how a bunch of guys got
into a messy shaving cream fight before  the Thanksgiving break, and blah,
blah, blah, laughing and patting me on the  back. I'm feeling a little bit of a
hero worship thing for Ryan at the moment,  thinking how he's much more
involved in college life than I am. He lives in a  dorm and eats at the dinning
hall for one thing, and he's the baseball equipment  managers for the
baseball team, he's in our threesome, he's lifting with us and  jogging almost
every day with his roommate, plus he and fuckwad are doing  sub/dom sex often,
plus Ryan's in our study group and he's told me about a  number of trips to
Boston he, fuckwad, and Rex have made seeing The Blue Man  Group and getting
into some comedy clubs and meeting kids from different  colleges at Quincy
market, and all kinds of shit. He's had all that going on  while I was
busying myself building up this sexual tension and desire for him.  That was my
main activity. Aside from that, what the fuck am I doing? Not all  that much.

In his room again, I ask, "Aren't we going to, um, aren't you going to
fuck me, Ryan?" He says, "Nope, not tonight, Dylan. We're taking it one step at
 a time and maybe this time if we gradually get into it and savor it, maybe
then  it'll stick." I ask, "What'll stick?" He goes, "You and me of course.
 In  the past we acted like sex crazed maniacs gorging ourselves with each
other  sexually, and while I loved every second of it, it didn't last.
Didn't have a  long shelf life. Lets try to slide into it gradually this time. We
had a hot  make-out two hours ago and we've agreed to have a sexual
relationship, so that's  a damn good first date, wouldn't you say?" He sees my
disappointment and give me  a hug and a kiss. "I'm agreeing to take your advise,
Dylan, right? We're going  to have sex and I'm going to lie to Marty about
it, but can't we try going  slower than we did before? That's all I'm
asking." I say, "Yeah, sure, I guess,"  and realize the pot isn't affecting me at
all now. That's one thing that's  better about weed than getting drunk.
You're drunk for a long time and then  you've got a hangover like Chubby's, but
the weed 'high' doesn't last nearly as  long and there's no noticeable
hangover. Anyway, I guess we'll try it Ryan's  way, but man do I have the hot's
for him and I'm horny on top of everything  else. Even so, this situation I'm
in with Ryan right now is way better than it  was before today. Before
today there was no meaningful physical contact between  us and now we've
made-out and broken the log jam there, and we have a commitment  to have sex in the
near future. I rub my hand over my head glad he insisted on  giving me this
haircut. I look at his buzz cut as he pulls a clean sweater over  his head.
Yeah, with the buzz cut he looks extra hot. Twin boyfriends, that has  a
nice ring to it again. I'm still horny, but the future looks  promising.


Dressed, I say, "I wanna change these clothes before going out. I jogged
in these clothes and shot spunk in 'em and I like to have fresh stuff on when
I  go out." He says, "You can wear some of mine," and I'm like, "What, and
have the  pant legs ankle-high like some nerd?" He chuckles, "You're
breaking my balls  about how tall I am, but ya better be careful with that or I
might start ragging  on you about your little dick." I go, "My dick is a
perfect six inches. I should  know, I measure it regularly." Ryan chuckles, then
gooses me, asking, "Would you  like to see what it's like eating in the
dinning hall? We can use Marty's card  to get you in." I shrug, "Lets treat
ourselves to a nice meal at Burtons  instead. I feel like having a steak for
dinner." He  says, "Yeah, that  sounds good too," and my cell phone rings.
Looking at the caller ID it's Robby,  probably wanting to know what I'm doing.
"Hi, Rob! Wassup?" He goes, "Ah, not  much. Just waiting for dinner while
drinking a beer, and then I'm hooking up  with Danny. I'm meeting him in Weston
for a party that one of the guys on the  team is throwing. Mostly I'm
wishing you were here." I say, "I didn't know there  was a party tonight," and
he's like, "I didn't either until two hours ago. Danny  called to tell me about
it, but he expected me to be with you. Since you're not  here we're hooking
up. I wish you were here though, both for tonight and for the  family
Sunday dinner too." "Who's coming to dinner tomorrow?" He says, "My
grandparents, who will probably ask about you. What are you up to?" I go, "Ryan  and I
are hangin' out. We went jogging and we got reacquainted as twin  boyfriends
by giving each other buzz cuts. We also were making out a little  earlier
and I had an accident in my pants, heh heh." He laughs too, "You've been  know
to do that, and Ryan's an awesome make-out, so put two and two together.
Hey, I'm a little jealous obviously, but glad you two are warming up to each
other again." I ask, "Really?" and he says, "Yeah, really, why are you
surprised? I mean, we've got some side-sex going for us, right? And I think
it's  good for us frankly. I'm thinking my brother and Chubby were right. I'm
rushing  things. Anyway, if you don't mind, I've been thinking we need to
rethink some of  our, um, my plans." Well, this is unexpected good news.

And, ah ha, Dodger and Chubby on my behalf are getting through to Robby
finally. Jesus, talk about a coincidence though! He wants to talk about
exactly  what I was planning on talking with him. Jeez, I thought I'd need to
bring this  up very carefully and now he's one step ahead of me. Ryan's frowning
at me,  shaking his head, so I chuckle, telling Robby, "Ryan's shocked I'm
being so  honest with you about what he and I have been doing together." He
goes, "Oh,  it's probably that thing where we're not suppose to share our
side-sex affairs."  I'm like, "Actually, we didn't have sex, Rob. Anyway we're
going to Burtons for  dinner, then to Tracy's probably. You know, for a
beer or two. When do you want  to have our discussion about things?" I'm
adaptable so I've revised my plan on  the fly. I'm now going to let this be all
Robby's idea and not tell him I was  thinking along the same lines. He says,
"Lets talk soon, I want to apologize to  Chub too and I already called Dodger
and told him I appreciated him taking the  time to talk some sense into me.
We kind of reconnected too, and thank God for  that. I've been feeling I'm
out on an island all alone for awhile now. It  started with what you and I
talked about that night a couple of months ago at  Dino's. Your conversation
has been stewing in my head since then. I was an ass  the way I handled that
discussion, by the way, so I apologize to you too. You,  Dodger and Chubby
all  feel I'm out of touch with reality and to a certain  extent I've come
to see it that way too. Anyway, have fun tonight, baby. I love  you more than
ever." "Me too, Rob, thanks. Can't wait to see you." Damn! That's  so
awesome of Robby! Ryan asks, "Why the big smile, Dylan?" I say, "Robby's  going
to a party tonight with Danny Monday." He's like astonished, "And that  makes
you happy?" I say, "Well, if our leader is messin' around, why not us
twins?" He laughs, "You are a hottie! Still, what Rob's doing is his business
and what we're doing is ours. I wanna stick to our plan to ease back into our
 thing."  He grins, "And we both know you could easily seduce me if you
wanted to. I'm almost seduced now, but I'm hoping you won't do that. I want
our  relationship to last a long long time." I give him my sexiest look, and
he asks,  "Is it the cramp again? You looked like you felt a pain just now."
I go,  "Fuck that! That was my sexiest expression. Most gay guys see it and
immediately  drop their drawers." He laughs, "It needs some work, Dylan.
Come on, goofy,  let's stop at your apartment so you can change, and then get
we'll something to  eat."


As we're going down the steps I'm looking at Ryan and  realizing, while I
do have the hot's for him and I mean I've got them big time,  I'm not
springing a boner and having a heart attack about it. I'm feeling good,  relatively
calm, and I kinda liking the idea of us getting back together slowly.  The
important part of that is we're getting back together at long last. Fuckwad
Marty's a complication but it's easy to see Ryan still has lots of feeling
for  me too. I squeeze the back of his neck and he looks over grinning at
me,  mumbling, "I'm  glad you finally came to your senses and begged your way
back into my personal life." I go, "I didn't beg exactly, well maybe a
little  bit of begging was involved, but you're so sexy in my eyes and you turn
me on so  much, what else could I do but beg. I obsess over you." He goes,
"Seriously,  Dylan, all kidding aside, don't forget you promised I'd have a
chance to win you  from Rob." I go, "I'm not something that gets won, not
like some kind of prize, ya know." He  goes, "Yeah, you are, you're the booby
prize." I bump against him, "Um, how long  would you guess this courting
period will last. Before we get to have sex, I  mean." He laughs, "Shit, it's
only been a couple of hours so far." As he  unlocking the Mini, I go, "Yeah, I
know, but how long?" He says, "Oh man, I got  Marty to think of too, Dylan.
He's been so fucking cool with me I don't want to  hurt him." We get in and
he starts the car, "Ryan, you're not telling him  about us so he won't have
his fuckwad feelings hurt." He shakes his head, "And  to think my life was
so uncomplicated a few short hours ago."


As he drives cautiously onto route 114, I say, "It's been more like four
hours ago not a couple hours, and it's not my fault you're so sexy. Didn't we
 have a good time this afternoon?" He glances over, "Yeah, the best
afternoon  I've had in like two months." I say, "Ahh, that's sweet of you to say,"
and he's  like, "What can I say, I've never lost my hot's for you either.
I'm just scared  it'll be temporary again and I don't know if my heart can
take another break-up  with you." I mumble, "Now who's being dramatic?" Ryan
moves his hand over to me  and I hold it between both of mine, muttering, "It
won't be a long breaking-in  period though, right?" Holding his hand gets my
dick stiffening up, but why  should that surprise me, I'm horny as hell.
"Do you think it'll be tonight,  Ryan?" He laughs again, pulling his hand away
to grab the steering wheel because  driving one-handed is a daredevil move
for Ryan. He says, "No, not tonight. I  wanna think about us and make sure
neither of us is making a mistake." He means,  make sure he's not making a
mistake.


There's still good parking spots in our parking lot  because most students
haven't returned from Thanksgiving break yet. Tomorrow is  when most will
show up. In the apartment Chubby's managed to make it all the way  to the
couch from the bedroom. He's watching a college football game. His  tee-shirt
says on the front, 'LOADED DIAPER' "Feeling better, bro? What colleges  are
playing?" "Hi Dylan, yo Ryan. No, I'm still fucked-up, dude, and I don't  know
who's playing. I just worked up the energy to turn the TV on." I'm like,
"You poor thing," and he mumbles, "Oh man, I'm done with hard liquor
forever." I  mutter, "I've heard that before," and Chubby asks, "Would you make me
that dry  Lipton chicken soup, Dylan? I get dizzy when I stand up. Wild
horses couldn't  drag me out tonight. Oh gawd this hangover sucks the big one."
There's no known  cure for hangovers. Liquids and time are the only cure.
It's surprising so many  humans still get drunk, ain't it? I go, "Sure, Chub,
I'll make the soup if we  have any left in the pantry." Then grinning, I ask,
"Or would you rather go to  Burton's with Ryan and me for a big fat steak?"
"Oh God, no! Solid food would  have me barfing." Ryan sits down and picks
up the latest issue of Rolling Stone  magazine. I find we do have the Lipton
soup and I'm measuring four cups of water  into a pot, thinking to myself,
'I've been getting severely short haircuts, on and  off, for so long due to
Willie, then Ray, and now Sonny that Chubby doesn't even  comment on my
latest haircut from Ryan. No one else will either'. I  mumble to Chubby, "This is
a good choice, bro. It's mostly liquid which you need  for rehydration
after drinking all that booze. Did you know our bodies are about  65 percent
water?" He looks at me, "Don't torture me with factoids, Dylan,  please. I need
all my brain power to remember to breath every now and then." I'm  like,
"Me torture you with factoids? You're  the one always spouting them off." He
groans as the water starts boiling and I  add the package of soup mix. To
tease Chubby, I ask, "How about a cigarette  while this cooks, bro?" He goes,
"Oh fuck, you prick... heh heh. Even the  thought of a cigarette almost had
me hurling." I'm chuckling, "Oh yeah, sorry  about that."


I make an ice pack and wrap a soft cloth  around it. Sitting next to
Chubby, I lean over and kiss his cheek. "Here, put  this on your forehead." He
asks, "Why, what will that do?" I shrug, "Hell if I  know, but you always see
people get an ice pack when they're not feeling well."  Ryan says, "I never
saw anybody put an ice pack on their head for a hangover." I  mutter, "Well,
you have now." Next a couple of Tylenol and a glass of OJ for  Chubby. He
says, "Yeah, good idea 'cause it's been three or four hours since I  last took
Tylenol." I get that for him. Lets see, the soup only needs to boil  for
five minutes, so while it's doing that I change clothes in my bedroom. Back
in the small kitchen I'm pouring soup into a mug, then set it on the table in
 front of Chubby as Ryan continues a conversation he's having with Chubby,
"Yeah  you're right Chub, the Bible says an eye for an eye, but Gandhi says
if it's an  eye for an eye the whole world goes blind." Chubby frowns,
muttering, "Yeah, I  never thought of that." He slurps some soup, then goes,
"Bullshit! There'd be  one guy left in the world with one eye at the end. Who's
going to put that eye  out. All the fucker would need to do is hide behind a
shrub or something.  Everyone else is blind so they couldn't find him.
Gandhi's wrong, but no one had  the balls to tell him." I don't want any part of
that discussion, so to be a  brat, I ask, "You wanna join us later at
Tracy's for a shot and a beer?" He  blurts our a laugh spraying some soup on his
tee-shirt, then sputters, "Wild  horses could drag me off this couch. I told
ya that!"



Ryan's still pondering the  Gandhi quote, "Gandhi's right in the end
though, Chub. How's the last guy with  one eye going to procreate? So humanity is
over." Chubby says, "For chrissakes,  he uses his one eye to choose a good
looking chick and screws her. The human  race starts all over again." Oh
brother! Ya gotta love college kids' idea of  intellectual discourse. Ryan's
grinning because we're basically breaking  Chubby's balls which is torture for
him with his hangover. There's little mercy  given by guys our ball-breaking
age. Chubby's slurping the last of his soup,  then he holds the mug out to
me, asking, "Please sir, may I have some more?" I  take the mug, mumbling,
"Sure, Oliver," and pour another mug of chicken soup. It  has those tiny
noodle in the broth that are almost liquid themselves so they  slide down your
throat easily. Good  salty soup for a sore throat too. Ryan  goes, "Don't you
hate trying to get somebody at Verizon on the phone? It's  always, 'Please
hold on, we're experiencing heavy call volume at this time, but  your call
is very important to us'." Chubby says, "Oh yeah? If the calls so  fucking
important to them, answer the fucking phone. That pisses me off too!"  Chubby
gets pissed off thinking about that. Ryan and I grin at each other as
Chubby says, "Don't bring up shit like that when I'm suffering. It gets me so
pissed off my headache is pounding again." I get a back-up a mug of soup for
him, pat his shoulder, "Feel better, bro, I'll see you later. We're off." He
 nods his head, muttering. "Thanks, Dylan, love ya, bro." Ryan waves goodbye
 at  Chubby and we head for the parking lot with me asking, "Can I drive
the Mini,  Ryan?" He doesn't want to let me I can tell, but he reluctantly
says, "Okay, but  be careful. I've never had a fender bender in this car and
I'd like to be able  to say that after tonight too."


I drive us to the restaurant  suffering more backseat driving in this short
period of time as I'd imagine is  possible to experience. At the restaurant
I say, "Be my guest driving us to  Tracy's after dinner and I'll offer my
opinions of your driving then. I mean  since you've so kindly offered your
opinion of my driving."  We're walking  to the front door, "Dylan, that car's
my baby and you simply drive it too fast."  As we're going inside, I mumble,
"Me and every other car on the road were  driving too fast I guess. We were
moving at the same speed as everyone else." As  usual Burtons is jumping.
It's crowded, which goes to show you people have too  much spendable income
because this is the most expensive suburban restaurant I  know off. Burtons
basically charges Boston restaurant prices in hicksville.  While waiting to
get seated Ryan sees his friend from last year, Felix Jonnas, a  straight guy
who's house we shot pool at last year. That was the night Robby  fucked
Ryan while Felix was giving me a lesson in shooting pool. Not a good  night for
our threesome. Ryan and Felix go through the hug and handshake  routine,
then Felix bumps fists with me as Ryan says, "You remember Dylan, right
Felix?" He goes, "Oh yeah, I failed in my attempt to teach you to shoot pool,
Dylan. Nice to see you again." Then he introduces his girlfriend, Linda
something. I'm bad with names. She's kinda cute in a perky kind of way. As Ryan
and Felix reminisce Linda flirts with me getting me to blush. She says,
"That's  a sexy haircut, Dylan. I tried to get Felix to get some extreme haircut
but he's  too conservative. You, on the other hand, look like a cute
wild-child bad-ass.  I'll bet you're a little rough with your girlfriends, huh?" I
go, "Um, no, not  really, I'm gay," and she punches my arm playfully, "No
you're not, you lie."  Then she leans against me rubbing my head, "Oooh, your
hair's soft. Beautiful  hair." Then to Felix, "We gotta fix my roommate,
Mickie, up with Dylan. She just  broke up with that animal, Bobby." Felix
says, "What? Oh, no, Linda. Dylan's gay  and so is my bud here, Ryan." She hits
his arm like she did to me, and says,  "You boys! One lies and the other
swears to it." Fortunately we hear, "Table for  Jonnas." Everyone bumps fists
and they leave saying they'll see us at Tracy's  later.


Ryan goes, "I really like  Felix. He's the first straight guy I ever
admitted being gay to, and Felix just  shrugged like, 'so?'. Really a good guy." I
try steering the conversation to our  pending sex, but Ryan says, "People
will overhear us, Dylan. Jeez!" Ten minutes  later we get a table near a
booth where a family is sitting with two preteens  who are loud. The parents
talk among themselves ignoring the kids as the girl  and boy argue about
something. I exchange glances with Ryan and he mumbles,  "Luck of the draw.
Whaddaya gonna do?" We have a waitress tonight, not a waiter,  and when I try
ordering a dry Absolute martini, she just gives me attitude,  asking, "Ya want a
Shirley Temple, a soft drink, or water?" Huh, a no nonsense  waitress
without personality. She's got huge hips and big hair too. The cow!  Waitresses
have a prejudice against college students and I think we get a bum  rap just
because some, the minority, don't tip well. Ryan and I get Cokes and  order
an iceberg lettuce salad with blue cheese dressing and bacon bits that we
plan on sharing, plus the house steak medium rare with baked potato, butter
and  sour cream for each of us. It'll come with a vegetable that we'll
probably  ignore. For conversation I explain to Ryan why I've got the hot's for
him  pointing out the reasons he's cute, hot, and sexy. After awhile he says,
"You're  giving me a big head, Dylan. But, dude, don't stop on my account.
You do realize  though that you're the only guy on the planet who thinks I'm
as cute and sexy as  you claim, right?" I finish my half of the salad, that
we eat from the same  plate it came in.

 We could have cut it up  and eaten it from our bread dishes, but it's
sexier sharing the same dish. "I  find it hard to believe, Ryan, that I'm the
only person who sees you're amazing  qualities. And, to be honest with you,
I've got a little bit of a hero worship  thing going for you too." He laughs,
"You're also the only guy in the world who  would admit something like that,
even if it was true. Do you really think I'm  your hero?" I say, "A little
bit, yeah. Can't we do it tonight?" He says, "Oh,  so that's what's behind
all these outlandish compliments, huh?" Our main course  arrives via our
personality challenged waitress. Fortunately the steaks are  cooked perfectly
because I'd hate to have to tangle with that bitch if they  weren't.


Slicing off a bite of steak,  I say, "No, my compliments for you are
totally from my love-sick heart, Ryan. I  mean every word I say." He grins,
"You're too much, but I love hearing it. Do  you use this same line with Rob too?"
I go, "Oh, well yeah, pretty much, but I  mean it for him too." He just
smiles shaking his head, but I can see he's having  a good time. We eat in
silence for a couple of minutes, then I ask, "How about  tonight, Ryan. After
Tracy's, okay?" He goes, "Nope, sorry hound dog, we're  gonna build up
anticipation so when we do it we appreciate it more. Both of us,  instead of just
taking it for granted." Huh, he's right about the anticipation  part. Okay,
no more nagging and when he finally wants to do it I'm gonna say,  "Oh, I'm
not feeling it right now, sorry'. I probably won't say that, now that I
think about it. Guess I'm a little rusty with my side-sex as it doesn't seem to
be falling in my lap anymore. We finish dinner talking about our threesome,
both  of us praising Robby while I wonder why Ryan didn't reciprocate my
compliments  with a few for me. Have I lost 'it', whatever 'it' is that I used
to have?  Frankly I don't care for the way I'm trending side-sex-wise
lately.


After dinner we split the  check down the middle, leaving a paltry ten
percent tip. We didn't do anything  to change her mind about college kids being
lousy tippers because her service  sucked. It's a what-came-first thing: the
chicken or the egg. Bad tipping or bad  waitressing, same conundrum. Ryan
drives us to Tracy's, but I drop my plan to do  backseat driving because he's
such a lousy driver the things I could criticize  him for would be too
truthful and obvious and it might hurt his feeling. At  Tracy's there's a guy at
the top of the steps selling tokens. Don't know why  Tracy's girlfriend
isn't doing it. I vaguely know the guy, but can't think of  his name. When he
sees me, he's like, "Hey, um, dude, good to see you again," so  he apparently
doesn't remember my name either.  Then he goes, "Dylan,  right?" I go,
"Yeah," and he says, "I'm Dean, Dean Foster. We met right here  last year
playing beer bong." I go, "Oh yeah, that's right," not remembering it  even a
little bit. He says, "You're brother came in a little while ago," and he  nods
'hi' to Ryan, then asks for his college ID. So I guess this guy did  remember
my name, but I'm frowning, "My brother? Are you sure?" He hands Ryan's  ID
back to him, and says to me, "Yeah, it's Jeff, right?" This guy is good with
 names! I nod my head that "Jeff' is my brother's name and give him a ten
dollar  bill getting ten tokens in return. Chubby's here? Ryan gets ten
dollars worth of  chips too and we go to the table serving as the bar and buy a
beer each. Tonight  it's Corona beer, without the lime wedge. I say, "Lets
see who's here, Ryan,"  and I light a cigarette 'cause it's kinda a cool thing
to do. Saturday nights  are the busiest of the week at Tracy's.


We drift around saying hi to  Ears Henderson and Scott Tinsdales, who are
chatting up two girls. That's a lost  cause right there I'm afraid. Then
there's Harry Black, who's not drunk yet,  with his roommate Travis Hunter and
two guys I don't know. We talk with them a  few minutes laughing at how
outrageous Harry is, while Travis shrugs and rolls  his eyes, like whaddaya gonna
do? Most of the guys and girls here I don't know  and have never seen
before as far as I know. They're all Merrimack students  though. Unless the guy
at the top of the steps knows you, you gotta show your  Merrimack ID to get
in. No local guys and girls allowed, which Tracy claims  keeps the drunken
brawls down to a minimum. Then there's Rolly North and  Connor's friend from
last year, Homer somebody. Both of those guys have dates.  There's music
playing so some couples are dancing and then there's Chubby with  John Beverly
talking with three average looking girls. I tap Chubby on the  shoulder,
asking, "Who came up with wild horses, bro?" Chubby laughs, saying,  "Wild
horses couldn't get me out drinking tonight, but Beverly could." I bump  fist
with John Beverly, saying, "I don't know how you did it, John?" He says,
"Whaddaya talking about, Dylan? Jeff called me." Chubby chuckles, then mumbles,
"The soup and Tylenol did the trick, bro, and it's Saturday night, so ya
know."  Ryan and I finish our beers talking with these guys. The three girls
are okay  and add some funny lines about dating guys from a fraternity of
nerds, as they  tell it.

When Ryan and I go for  another beer we run into Ryan's friend, Felix, and
the girl who was with him at  Burtons, Linda something. They're buying beers
at the bar. Before I can say 'hi'  to them, Tracy takes hold of my arm,
asking, "Can you help me with something,  Dylan?" I go, "Sure, Tracy, how ya
doing? Where's your girlfriend." He says,  "I'll tell you inside. You can grab
a beer in there too, come on." I leave Ryan  talking with Felix, after
telling him, "I'll catch up with you after I see what  Tracy wants." Tracy and I
make our way through the crowded deck with a number of  guys and girls
giving Tracy a shout out, most of whom he just gives a smile, and  a, "Hey, how
ya doing?"along with a pat on the shoulder as we pass by. Then  inside, I
ask, "Whassup Trace?" He says, "Have a shot with me and then I want  you to do
me a favor." I go, "I'm happy to do you the favor, but I hate shots."  He's
already pouring them, and then he looks up, saying, "This is Dalmore single
 malt scotch, aged 27 years. It cost a hundred bucks a bottle so it's
smooth. I  got it as a Christmas gift last year and I'm just getting around to
enjoying it.  Very smooth like I said, not like the rot gut you clowns buy."
He nods at a  cooler, "Grab yourself a pony bottle of Rolling Rock for a
chaser if you need  one." I need one, so I grab a bottle and open it taking a
swallow. Tracy hands  me a shot glass of scotch, and says, "To college
buddies," and he flashes the  shot down his throat. I do the same and it's not
enjoyable, but no where near  the worst shot I've ever had. Mild for a whiskey.
I go, "Whaddaya need, Trace?"  He says, "Can we be real confidential here,
Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, of course." He  burps, then says, "I need to relieve
some built up frustration and tension. My  girlfriend and I broke up this week
after being together two years straight, and  I'm not handling it very well.
She's fallen for some dipshit waiter at Bertuccis  restaurant, a fuckin'
waiter four years older than Sandra. I don't even know  him. Never mind the
details, but I'm gonna work the other side of the street for  awhile, at least
until I get over Sandra. Another girl just ain't gonna cut it  for me at
the moment, not in my present frame of mind."


I'm like, "What?"  He  snorts at that as he pours us another shot, saying,
"Yeah, weird, huh? I was  back and forth between guys and girls all through
high school before settling on  Sandra. I'd go in the back door with her for
fun occasionally, ya know, for  memory sake when I was doing guys. Now I
need some honest to God male tail to  help get me off this 'poor me' mood I'm
in. You're gay and also the best looking  dude at Merrimack so I'm asking
you. That's the favor, whaddaya say?" Holy shit,  don't hold back, say what's
on your mind, Tracy! I down the second shot and chug  some beer with my eyes
watering. Tracy's an inch or so taller than me with a  similar build. He's
got long light-brown curly hair pulled back in a shortish  ponytail. I know
his hair's curly because where he has it cut shorter around his  ears and at
the neck line, the fine hairs there are very curly, cool, and soft
looking. He has a curly, very short beard, big brown eyes and very white teeth.
He's staring at me and grinning a cute grin, knowing he just shocked the shit
out of me. I've always though he was sexy, but I assumed he was a committed
 straight guy, and you know what happens when you assume something. I'm
like,  "Whoa, that came out of nowhere, dude. Holy shit." I smell the back of
my wrist  trying to think, as Tracy lights a cigarette, still grinning and
seemingly  pleased with himself for getting me a little  discombobulated.


He finally says, "I'll use a  condom obviously and we'll do it anyway you
want, okay? We don't want to take  too long with this 'cause it'll get
suspicious minds working overtime out there.  And this is between you and me, one
way or the other, right?" I nod my head,  "Yeah, a' course, Trace," as I
stare at his face. He's always been a hotshot,  sexy looking dude alright, so
I'm cool with it, saying, "Where do you wanna do  it?" He says, "Thanks,
Dylan. Um, not my bedroom, that's were her and me used to  do it every night, so
I guess we'll use the spare bedroom. Come on," and I  follow him deeper
into the apartment to a small room in the front that looks  more like a storage
room than a spare bedroom. Cases of beer and wine, plus a  case of VO.
There's other assorted boxes filled with unknown whatever. He says,  "Just pull
down your pants and we'll do it real informal like." He's sure  confident
enough, but not in a dominant manner. More like he's just used to  getting his
way. In a kind of stupor I pull my pants down to my knees. It's  happening
so fast it's hard to grasp. Yeah it is, but this is what I'm talking  about;
when side-sex opportunities pop up totally unexpectedly, take advantage  of
them. Ya know, assuming I'm horny and the guy's sufficiently hot. Why not?
He  glances at me, saying, "I've always wanted to do that," nodding at my
crotch,  meaning shave his pubic hair I guess. He takes his shirt off and
disappoints me  a little because his chest is hairless. Very average definition
and like I said,  on the slim side. He goes, "Take your shirt off too I
guess, I wanna feel your  body."


I do that glancing at his  equipment now that his pants are down. Average
everything down there with a  little bend in his penis that's maybe six
inches long. He cups behind my neck  and pulls my head to his, sticking his
tongue in my mouth and we make-out for  maybe two minutes. He's got a guy's scent
that's nice, and he's a good make-out,  but not in Ryan's league in that
regard. Tracy's rubbing a hand up the back of  my head, then he breaks off the
kiss, murmuring, "Goddamn, you smell good,  Dylan, and I like the feel of a
guy's haircut under my fingers again too. Maybe  I've been missing this
more than I thought," and he really sucks on my mouth  then, moving his head
with our noses rubbing together. I may have underestimated  his make-out
skills a little. My dick's a good judge of make-out talent and it's  firming up.
Another minute of making out with my hand in his ponytail reminding  me of
Ryan's at the beginning of the semester. My other hand is squeezing his
right butt cheek. Tracy's breathing deeply getting me turned-on even more. He
sucks his lips off mine making a wet sucking sound, and then starts kissing
my  neck right under my jaw, then sucking there and biting a little bit. His
face  comes up, "Do you mind, Dylan?" I'm not sure what he means, but I
shake my head  'no' I don't mind, and her goes back to nipping and sucking my
neck. Now I know  what he means... 'do I mind if he gives me a hickey?' I
haven't had one in a  while and it's going to be hard to explain if Ryan's sees
it. If Robby sees it,  I already told him Ryan and me make-out this
afternoon so he'll assume it's  Ryan's hickey. He wouldn't ask anyway.


It gets real sexy laying  against Tracy, his curly hair near his ear
tickling my neck as he works on the  hickey. I'm soon quietly moaning and more or
less hugging him with my cock fully  boned-up pressed between us. His
boner's next to mine, and then it's poking me  as he moves his head sucking and
biting my neck. He's got the hickey to the  stinging stage as I slip into a
nice sexy dreamy trance. "Ooooh, oooh," from me  as I surrender to Tracy with
the hickey stinging like mad, like he's sucked and  bitten a raw spot on my
neck. When he's done with that he reaches down in his  pants pocket, bunched
around his knees, takes out a condom and with both his  arms in back of me,
my chest to chest against him, the sides of our faces  touching, he opens
the condom package, drops the wrapping and without saying  anything turns me
around facing away from him, and he's rough about it too. I  stand here
hoping he smacks my ass a little, but he doesn't. He rolls the condom  on his
boner and gets an arm around the front of my neck holding me against him
awhile pushing the head of his condom encased cock against my asshole. His arm
around my neck pulls my head back and my chin up, his other arm around my
stomach. He humps his cock past my sphincter and lets out a long exhale. His
face is at the back of my head until he moves it and the back of my head
bumps  against his shoulder. As he slowly pushes his hard cock up my ass,
helped by the  lubricant, he pulls my chin up higher with the arm around the
front of my neck  pulling me up on my toes, our backs arching. My hands are
back gripping his  buttocks, helping me stand on my toes.


He doesn't talk or act  dominant, but he fuck's dominantly and it's got me
very aroused. I'm squirming  in his grasp which only makes him pull my head
back and up further, almost  choking off my air. I feel my face get red, but
I don't care because I haven't  been fucked this roughly in a long time and
it's a huge turn-on. His boner seems  to grow inside my ass and it's
setting off lots of sensations from the millions  of nerve endings of which
there's a lot in my anus and my super sensitive sexy  prostate too. In goes his
cock until I feel his pubic hairs tickling my  buttocks, but a final thrusts
of his hips flattens him against my ass. His  mouth's next to my ear and I
hear a quiet breathy moan from him. He pushes his  hips forward, but his
cock's already completely up my rectum feeling wonderful.  It was tight and hurt
some going in, but not much and not at all now. He stays  like this for half
a minute maybe, then takes his arm from around my neck and  roughly pushes
my head forward, so I lean over grabbing my knees. He gets a  tight hold on
my hips, squeezes them, and begins as fast and hard a fuck as I've  ever
gotten. My brain is immediately overcome with sexual sensations, my cock
sticking straight out from me so tight it barely moves as he humps his boner up
my ass hard and fast jostling me roughly. I'm moaning with sexual pleasure,
constantly feeling I'm being fucked really really good by someone who knows
what  he wants and knows how to get it. Thrilling sexual vibrations all
over me,  sensations in my rectum too many to register in my brain, with my
shoulders  constantly shuddering. Back and forth he drives his hard cock up my
ass and from  Tracy I hear only noisy breathing to go with the constant
pounding 'slapping'  sound against me thrusting his cock inside my ass.


I don't know how long I last,  but it's not very long until my climax is on
me hot and heavy.  My back  arches, I put both my hands over my mouth and
squeal, "Eeeeee," as I'm shaking  as cum's pumping out of my nuts and flying
up my boner and out in four fast  streams, one after the other. If Tracy
didn't have such a tight hold on my hips  I would have fallen forward as I
thrust my hips that way. My head hangs down  along with my arms now as my stiff
body, every muscle tensing while I had my  climax, is now limp with every
muscle relaxed. Tracy's jostling my body all the  more now since I've gone
limp, but his relentless thrusting continues just the  same. The incredible
surge of sexual sensations inside me of orgasm abate and  those sizzling
sensations of pure sexual pleasure twirl around my groin for a  few seconds and
then fade away with one last shudder from me. Now I'm moaning  quietly trying
to register the awesome feeling in my rectum; the hot buzzing of  my
prostate and so many dazzling sensations coming from my anus I want to reach  back
there and squeeze it.


Tracy's grunting now and I  feel his cock swell and pulsate as he leans
against my ass, his hard cock deep  up my ass. He breathing noisily as he get's
an arm around my chest, his other  arm around the front of my neck again,
then roughly pulls me up straight, my  back against his chest. More heavy
breathing, loud and ragged now as he pulls my  head back on his shoulder, the
side of his face against the side of my forehead.  His arm under my chin
lifting my head up further so my neck is stretched to the  limit. Holding me
complete helpless like this for a few seconds and then his  hips move back and
with a gasp from Tracy he humps hard against my buttocks  lifting me up on
my toes, our backs arching more as he humps against my butt  cheeks making a
whining desperate sound, and then, "Aaaah! ooh ooh ooh," from  him as he's
obviously filling the condom with creamy cum, and probably a lot of  it from
the way his body's shaking for five or six seconds. Then, done his  climax,
he gently sets me down, my feet flat on the floor again. After a lazy  three
or four thrusts up my ass he pulls his cock out, mumbling, "Wow. Yeah,
that was good." He pats my chest a few times, then pulls my head back again
with  the arm under my chin and kisses my cheek, "That was very helpful, Dylan.
I owe  you, dude. Man, that felt fuckin' good!" He lets go of me completely
and begins  rubbing my ass with a towel or rag that was on top of a box
next to us. Taking  another deep breath, he goes, "I'm wiping some of the lube
from the condom off  your ass. Nice ass," then, "SLAP!" as he gives my ass a
hard smack, "Thank's,  Dylan. Just what I needed. Damn, that was nice," and
he pulls my pants up. As  I'm buttoning then, still feeling high from that
rough fuck, he takes off the  condom and pulls up his pants. Carrying the
condom, he says, "Have another drink  with me, Dylan," and his arm goes around
my neck for a little  hug.


He drops the cum loaded  condom in the trash on his way by the trash bin
and I follow him back to the  kitchen where he pours us another shot of single
malt scotch. I grab my half  full pony bottle of beer and pick up my shot
glass.  Tracy taps his shot  glass to mine, saying, "Here's to helping a
friend out," and we flash down the  shot. Gad, that's not pleasant, which is the
nicest thing I can say about a shot  of liquor. I'm guzzling Rolling Rock
beer while Tracy's looking at me and wiping  across his lips with the back of
his hand. It's been only ten minutes since I  walked into his apartment and
I've had three shots of liquor, a pony bottle of  beer, and a very hot
rough fuck that was so sexy my ass is still pulsating  nicely. Everything about
the way Tracy fucked me, without asking a single  question of me, like maybe
do I make-out with guys, for example. He just did his  thing the way he
wanted and that approach is right in my wheelhouse. I really  liked it, but if
we ever did it again it probably wouldn't give me the thrill of  this one
because I'd know what to expect.


On the other hand, Tracy is  proving to be very unpredictable, so who knows
what he might feel like doing  next time. Initially he said he'd do it
anyway I wanted, but them he did it any  way he wanted. Perfect!  He adjust his
junk, asking, "What do you call a  black man flying a plane?" What? I go, "A
black dude flying a plane? I don't  know." He says, "You call him a pilot,
ya racist bastard, what else would you  call him?" He's grinning as I laugh
shaking my head. "You're hard to keep up  with, Trace." He's grinning
pouring himself another shot. He nods at my shot  glass and I shake my head 'no'
as I cover my shot glass with my hand. Tracy  flashes his shot down, then
puts the top on the bottle, saying, "Dickers is a  lucky, dude, Dylan. I might
find myself thinking about tonight and hoping you'd  honor me with seconds
sometime. Any chance you'd be agreeable?" I shrug,  "Probably, Tracy, I kinda
enjoyed the way you fuck, dude." He nods his head,  "Here, I want to give
you one of these gold tokens. It buys drinks for then rest  of the semester."
He holds it out and I shake my head, "No thanks, Trace, that's  dangerously
close to getting paid for sex and I never sell it. Sex is for  pleasure,
not money." He goes, "You're a good guy, Dylan. I'll just say thanks  then,
you did me a solid and I appreciate it. Goddamn that girl and her dufus
waiter boyfriend, but such is life." He pats my shoulder and we walk out
together. Damn that was hot sex! It never lasts long enough  though.


to be continued...    Donny Mumford     _thinat20@yahoo.com_
(mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com)





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