Date: Thu, 12 Feb 2015 13:51:05 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  36

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  36


by  Donny Mumford




We're awake and ready to face another Friday in our Sophomore year. All  we
need to do is make it through today's classes and then we're good to go for
 Friday night partying followed by two days without classes known as the
'weekend'. That's unless someone was dumb enough to sign up for a Saturday
class  in which case they're either helplessly out of it or a masochist. The
first snow  storm of the winter dropped a couple inches of snow on us last
night, which  isn't a good sign since winter hasn't even begun yet. This is
only the first  week of December and I don't think winter officially begins
until the twentieth  or twentieth-first of the month. New England winters are
usually pretty sweet  for those who like skiing, which I don't care for
personally. Actually, for the  majority of New Englanders winters here are
basically one huge pain in the ass.  Be that as it may, my roommates and me are
staying here on campus this weekend  and attending the frat party a certain
Greek-letters fraternity has been  promoting all week. They've rented the
Knights of Columbus hall in North Andover  with an open invitation to Merrimack
students. It's a private affair so under  age drinking will be overlooked
and all a student needs to do is show a  Merrimack ID and fork over
twenty-five dollars and they're in. The fraternity  claims it's a fund raiser, but
they don't mention what the fund raiser is for,  not that we care. It's
probably a benefit for themselves so the fraternity can  then have a private party
of their own paid for by profits from students not in  the fraternity.
Basically a college 'mixer' where college students of both sexes  mingle with
hopes of getting laid before the night's over. There'll  be a  live band and
all the draft beer you can drink. Nothing special, just a little  something
different for a Saturday night.


This week Robby and I have been functioning very nicely under our new
guidelines; the ones agreed upon last Sunday night during our heart to heart
discussion. It was a heart to heart talk about us. Like we've done from time
to  time in the past, we agreed to change a few things in our relationship.
We've  dropped the idea of being engaged for one thing. As they say, we
'broke the  engagement'. That's the way it's referred to among hetero couples and
it's  conveniently considered inappropriate to divulge the specific reasons
for a  broken engagement, although friends and relatives should be advised
the  engagement is kaputt. Only two people other than Robby and me knew
about our  engagement in the first place, and Robby's already told Dodger the
engagement's  off. So, when I tell Chubby that'll be that. Robby and I are
going back to being  each other's number-one boyfriends instead of fiancés. At
this point in our  lives being 'boyfriends' is a much more realistic
relationship. We're  classifying the engagement as an unsuccessful test run of
things to come. Along  with breaking the engagement we've also scrapped all
those plans of Robby's for  when we're married. We've agreed it's way too
premature for detailed plans of  that nature.  Robby had been applying some of
those 'plans' to our every  day lives, and that was putting a strain on our
relationship. I was beginning to  resent Robby's control of inappropriate
aspects of my life.  So, we both  agree it was a case of too much too soon. Robby
feels he was dumb, dumb, dumb to  even think about that stuff at this point
in our lives. And yeah, it was dumb,  but initially I liked the idea for
awhile there myself. Not that long of  'awhile' though, but that's all old
news now because we've moved on. We're  flexible like that.


Some things haven't changed though. Robby's still the leader of our
threesome, we still have study groups together, our weight lifting program's the
same too, and Robby, Ryan, and me go to classes together, and we're
generally  getting along quite well. This week though, Ryan hasn't done the weight
lifting  or study groups with us for a variety of suspect reasons. He and I
continue to  defer to Robby about small matters like when we do assigned
papers, workbooks,  or studying for tests. It's actually helpful that Robby nags
me about certain  college related matters because I have a tendency to put
things off to the last  minute. Having sex within our threesome, or outside
of it for that matter is  theoretically fine. So it's back to the wild wild
west of side-sex and we can  choose to share information's about the
side-sex or not, whatever we feel like.  This a more relaxed, normal college
experience between three friends... with the  possibility of gay sex thrown in for
good measure. Robby and I don't talk about  getting married anymore,
although we often talk about ourselves in general. It's  all cool. All that being
said, Ryan and I haven't had any side-sex since the  quickie last Sunday
night at the apartment. The same for Ryan and Robby as far  as I know. Plus, I
also haven't had any other side-sex this week. I guess you  could say the
wild wild west of side sex is just a concept thus far. Not because  I turned
side-sex down, but because the opportunity simply didn't present  itself. I
didn't even go home this Wednesday to get laid by Bean like I've been  doing
the past two months. I didn't have the urge to do that this week. Getting
on a solid footing with Robby seems to have magically reduced Bean's sexiness
in  my mind. I've heard nothing from Bean about missing our Wednesday sex,
so I  guess he can take it or leave it. I'm starting to think Bean's
sexiness was only  a passing affectation of mine, some kind of trick my brain was
playing on me.  All in all a disappointing side-sex week. On the other hand,
Robby and I have  sex every day and usually twice a day. Our lovers sex has
been deliciously hot  too, so it's just the side sex I'm missing. This
week's been fairly uneventful  in most other ways though. Well, except for Monday
when Ryan came to first class  with a black eye and a split lip. The poor
lad walked into the edge of the open  closet door in his dorm room. He was
going to the lavatory for a piss in the  middle of the night when his face
connected in an unfortunate way with the side  of the door. I assume that was
kind of eventful for him.


Now that I think about it, Ryan's been kinda moody all week. I've given
him the high sign a couple of times thinking we could do a quickie. Ya know,
times when Robby was preoccupied with baseball activities, but Ryan
mysteriously  wasn't in the mood for it and his reasons sounded suspiciously like
bullshit to  me. Nevertheless he's still a sexual hottie as far as I'm
concerned, although  I'd like to see him be a little more interested in having sex
with me... ha ha.  Plus he hasn't shaved all week which makes him seem even
sexier. Actually I'm  kinda hooked on the whole Ryan package and the more he
seems blasé about us  having sex the more I want it. God, he's so cute and
sexy I stare at him when  we're lifting, wishing he'd take his shirt off.
There's obviously something  bothering him though. I know he's upset he
doesn't have his car, and then  there's his black eye which turned yellow after a
couple of days, and I can tell  his cut lip still hurts him. So, ya know,
he's uncomfortable and kinda cranky.  Or maybe he's not getting along all that
well with his roommate, fuckwad Marty.  I'm only guessing of course, 'cause
who the fuck knows, and Ryan's not saying  anything. He did mention to me
that Marty hates the buzz haircut I gave him, and  Ryan's now claiming this
is the last buzz cut he's getting the rest of sophomore  year. Robby was
like, "Oh, come on, Ryan, you twins look hot with the same buzz  cuts." Ryan
just frowned at that and wouldn't even make eye contact. Kinda  weird!  Maybe
he's having a more serious problem than just some temporary  disagreement
with his fuckwad roommate. Yeah, one can hope, but the fact is he  spends an
awful lot of free time with him so a disagreement between them doesn't  add
up. Plain and simple I'm jealous of Marty, and I can't for the life of me  see
what he's got that I don't have. Well, he's giving Ryan that dominant sex
he's so fond of, so that's a big factor I forgot to consider. That's the
major  factor probably. And whoa, speaking of the roommate, the few times I've
run into  Marty this week he sure doesn't seem to like me. I don't like him
either, but  earlier this week I offered him a free haircut anyway. I was
hoping Ryan would  appreciate my goodwill gesture. But, oh shit, fuckwad Marty
told me, scornfully,  'No thanks, I do not rock a fucked-up home haircut,
dude! I go to professional  hair stylist." Rude motherfucker!  Ryan was
standing right there too and  didn't stick-up for my haircutting ability. He just
looked away like he was  embarrassed, or maybe he wished I wouldn't talk to
the fuckwad at all. Well, he  doesn't need to worry about that now 'cause I
have no intention of trying to be  friendly with that asshole ever again.


The Monday morning quiz earlier this week, the one we studied for last
Sunday night, produced grades of 94 for both Robby and me, but Ryan got a 72.
Puzzling, so Robby and I were like, "Dude, you knew that material! What
happened?" He said his split lip and eye ached, so his mind wasn't on the test.
 Sounds like more bullshit to me. I took the opportunity, when Robby was
talking  with a teammate, to ask Ryan directly if there was anything wrong. He
just shook  his head and mumbled, "Nothing's wrong. My face hurts, that's
all." Then I asked  Ryan if fuckwad Marty found out about us fucking and Ryan
got pissed-off at me  for always referring to Marty as fuckwad. He did not
say if fuckwad knew about  our quick sexy fuck though, so I just don't know.
Later, thinking about Ryan's  black eye and split lip, I asked Robby if he
thought Ryan's roommate maybe had a  fight with Ryan? I didn't mention the
possible fight maybe happened because Ryan  told Marty about us having sex.
Robby shrugged, saying, "I don't know, why don't  you ask him, babe. If they
did have a fight it was one-sided because Marty  didn't have a scratch on
him when I saw him this morning in the quad." That was  Monday and later that
day I came right out and asked Ryan if he had a fight with  his roommate,
being careful not to refer to Marty as fuckwad. Ryan told me,  "Don't be an
ass! Why the fuck would we fight?" Me thinks he protests too much,  and with a
little too much vitriol towards me too I might add. Okay, I can take  a
hint, I'm not mentioning Marty to Ryan again, like forever. Fuck that. So
Robby and me are getting along beautifully, but something's up with Ryan. It's
always something, isn't it?

And oh yeah, Chubby, Robby, and I had a little party at the apartment  last
Tuesday night. Chubby has a late class on Wednesdays while Robby and I have
 no classes at all, so Tuesday's a good night to tie on a beer load. Beer
loads  are kind of an obligation to do regularly anyway, what with us being
college  students and all. Robby invited three or four teammates, including
Danny Monday.  Chubby invited John Beverly and two other guys I never got to
meet, and a lot of  the guys brought dates including Chubby. The center of
activity was a quarter  keg of beer from Tracy's speakeasy. The keg plus some
pizzas was basically all  we offered, although a few of the guys had pints
of liquor 'cause they claimed  liquor's quicker. I invited Tracy who brought
a girl other than Sandra. Because  of that, obviously he and I didn't have
our follow-up 'date' like I anticipated  we might. It was a typical beer
party with music and everyone joking and  bullshitting about our year at
Merrimack so far. Lots of laughs with about  twenty guys and girls crowded into
our apartment and some weed smoking taking  place out on the balcony. No Ryan
though, and he told me he was coming. I even  told him to bring his
roommate, without mentioning fuckwad Marty's name. Ryan  hasn't eaten dinner with us
once this week and it's the first week he hasn't all  year, so that's
further indication that something's up with my twin. The only  conclusion I can
come up with is Marty's laid down some tough rules for Ryan,  and Ryan's
doing what he's told. Ironic that Robby dropped the controlling-boss  routine
with me and Marty picked it up with Ryan. I'm just guessing that's the  case
because, like I said, Ryan won't talk about it. There's not a fucking thing
I can do about it either.


On another front, like I said, I've reactivated my alley-catting ways,  but
this week has produced exactly nothing in the way of side-sex so far.
However, that could change soon because Dougie Hamilton and his hot gay
roommate, Jamie Mc Farland, asked me for free haircuts this Saturday, which is
tomorrow. Conveniently, in the afternoon both Chubby and Robby will be out of
the apartment, so I scheduled the boys' haircuts for one o'clock. That'll be
an  ideal opportunity for me to see if the roommates still want to do that
three-way  they've been hinting about for the past two months. I'm horny for
side-sex  because sexual variety is missing in my life. Sure, Robby's been
a hot sexy sex  partner all week, but I'm still missing a little side-sex.
It's that simple.  Funny that I don't even need nearly the frequency of
side-sex I've had in the  past, but now I'm getting none, and that's not cutting
it. For one thing I wanna  see if side-sex still holds the allure for me it
has in the past, and I'm kinda  thinking it will, heh heh.


Classes on Friday turn out to be uneventful too, except before our last
class Ryan actually goofed around with me a little by goosing my ass for the
first time this week. I looked at him, grinning, "Your eye's looking better,
 Ryan. How's your lip feel?" He says, "It's good, I usually heal quickly."
I  point at him, "Okay, but you need to stop walking around in your room in
the  dark." He chuckles, asking, "You gonna be around this weekend?" I say,
"Yeah,  we're going to that frat party at the Knights Of Columbus. Aren't
you going?" He  shrugs, "Um, I don't know yet. I'd like to, but... ya know,
I'm not sure."  Smelling the back of my hand I'm looking at him, kind of
concerned. "Is  everything okay, Ryan? You know, with him, the roommate." He
looks away, then  back at me, reaching up to rub my head, and avoiding that
question he has one  for me instead, asking, "You still like the haircut I gave
you?" I go, "Yep, it  rocks!" He leaves his hand on my head, mumbling, "I
miss you, Dylan." I smile,  "Well, we see each other every day, but I know
what you mean." He nods, "Yeah,  but ya know...." I want to give him a hug so
badly, except my attempts at  affection with him this week haven't been well
received. He's been shrugging  away from hugs, and the same for when I try
putting my arm across his shoulders  like friends do. He's more receptive
today though, so I'm hoping he'll open up a  little and tell me what's wrong.
Then Robby calls over to us, breaking the mood,  "Come on you two! Class is
starting."


It's our last class of the week and naturally we're sitting in our  regular
seats with Robby in the middle. I'm leaning forward resting the side of  my
head on my hand, my elbow on the desk, looking past Robby at Ryan. He's got
 the cutest profile sitting there concentrating on what the professor's
saying.  He must sense me staring though because his eyes glance over in my
direction and  I grin at him with him trying not to, but he grins back anyway
and even blushes  a little. The class drags on for seemingly two days or so
and then the  professor's holding up a stack of papers, saying, "Okay, have a
nice weekend. On  your way out you need to take one of these outlines
sheets and complete them for  next week's class." It's a pain-in-the-ass log jam
at the door with everyone  being handed an outline sheet. There's more of
this fuckin' homework type shit  in college than I ever had in high school.
You'd think these numbnut professors  would get tired of marking papers.

We make our way outside with Robby saying, "I've gotta stop down at the
baseball office for a few minutes, Dylan. I'll meet you at the pickup," then
to  Ryan, "How 'bout hanging-out with Dylan and me tonight, Ryan. We'll do
barbecue  or something for dinner. Whaddaya say?" Ryan goes, "Um, I'll check
with Marty to  see if we have plans for tonight. If we don't, can he come
too, Rob?" He knows  better than to ask me. Robby shrugs, "Sure, why not. Hope
we see you tonight. I  gotta run." We watch Robby jog away in the snow, then
 it's strangely a little awkward as Ryan and I stand here together. For
something  to do I light a cigarette and offer Ryan one. He looks around, then
takes one,  mumbling, "Thanks." I'm holding my Bic lighter over to light his
cigarette,  asking, "What, you're not allowed to smoke now?" Meaning
basically Marty won't  let him. Ryan takes a deep drag and holds it in his lungs a
couple of seconds  before exhaling, like he didn't want to let the smoke
go, then he shrugs,  mumbling, "So what? There's lots of things I'm not
allowed to do. Not that I  want to talk about it." We're walking slowly in the
general direction of the  parking lot, which is away from the general direction
of Ryan's  dorm.


I'm kicking at the snow underfoot wondering what I should say about  Ryan's
last comment. Marty won't allow him do a lot of things? What the fuck's
that all about? I'm a little pissed off about that too, so I abruptly stop and
 grab Ryan's arm stopping him too. "Ryan, you and I are tight, dude. We've
had  incredibly wonderful times together and I'm not going to just let you
drift away  from me because of, um, your roommate. It sounds like he's
getting to be the  same as all the other dominant asshole's you've hooked-up with
in the past?" He  makes a face at me, like, 'Don't be stupid,' and says,
"It's really none of your  business, Dylan, but no, he's not like those other
cretins. Okay? You satisfied  now?" I say, "No, it's not okay and I'm far
from satisfied. I care about you!  This whole fuckin' week you've been moody
and grumpy, two things you never  used to be. What's making you that way? And
don't say it's because you don't  have your car. I couldn't get you to leave
the campus even once this week." He  drags on his cigarette, looking at the
ground. I get my arm around his neck, and  try lightening the mood, saying
jokingly, "You'll tell me what's bothering you  or I'll beat it out of you."
Again I can see he's trying not to grin, but he  does anyway as he leans
against me, mumbling, "You couldn't beat anything out of  me, Dylan, I'm much
stronger than you, and you fucking know it." I pull his head  over and kiss
him on the side of his forehead, then let him go because his sexy  scent got
my dick moving in my pants. Springing a boner as a result of that tiny
amount of physical contact would be way embarrassing.


I say, "Okay, yeah, you're stronger, but I'm bigger and that evens things
out." He goes, "No it doesn't, but I'd never fight with you anyway because I
 lov... um, like you too much. I told you before, you're the best friend
I've  ever had." I go, "Thanks, and you know how special I think you are too.
So why  have you been stuck on the campus all week? Why didn't you hang out
with Rob and  me at all?" He looks at the ground, then tries to make it
sound like it's all  kinda silly, a no big deal kind of thing, saying, "Duh, I'm
grounded this  week, that's why. Marty said I had to stay on campus this
week. You know how it  goes with the sub/dom stuff, Dylan, it's a game,
kinda." What the fuck do I say  to that? Marty grounded him! Really? We smoke and
begin slowly walking again.  For something to say that doesn't have to do
with the creepy grounding, I ask,  "Were you serious about not letting me give
you a buzz cut for your next  haircut. You can do mine." He shrugs, "I'd
love to do yours, but even though I  want to it doesn't look like I'm going to
be able to get another buzz cut  myself. I'm trying to negotiate with Marty
about the kind of haircut I'm allowed  to get next time." Hmm, fuckwad
apparently is a Willie Worthington disciple. I  ask, "That's pretty fucking
weird, Ryan. So, um, how's the negotiating going?"  Ryan shrugs, muttering, "Not
good. He says I'll be coming to the barbers with  him when my hair grows
out. Eventually I'll probably have a preppy haircut like  Marty's. Like the
one you gave me before I decided to get a buzz." Oh yeah, no  doubt about it,
fuckwad has definitely read  Willie Worthington's 'Ways To  Be Dominant'
instructional guide.

After pausing to let that sink in, I'm like, "Well, that simply sucks!"  He
looks at me smiling and smirking, "Guess what, Marty says you're jealous of
 him." I go, "The fucking nerve of that asswipe! He's right though, I am
jealous  because you know damn well I've got a major fucking crush on you."
Ryan blows  out a long exhale of cigarette smoke, saying, "I know you do and
it's fucking  killing me I can't exercise the major fucking crush I have for
you right back at  you." I ask, "Is he the reason you've been avoiding even
a hint of intimacy with  me?" He goes, "Yeah, but like I said, you know how
the sub/dom stuff works,  Dylan. By now I'm kind of like brainwashed or
something. He's awesomely dominant  during sex though, and it's like I feel I'm
indebted to him or something." I  mumble, "Yeah Ryan, sub/dom sex is cool,
but you need a life away from the sex  too." He goes, "Marty's doing a lot
more dominant sex than I ever did with you,  and it gets addictive. As a
matter of fact you'd absolutely love it.  Unfortunately he doesn't like you even
a little bit, so he won't do a three-way  with you and me. I'm not allowed
to utter your name around Marty." I go, "Are  you kidding me? Wait a minute,
you asked him to have a three-way with us two?  Fuck that! I wouldn't do it
with him under any circumstances. Fuckin' fuckwad!"  He chuckles, "Yeah, you
would. If Marty spent ten minutes with you he wouldn't  need to ask you
because you'd be asking him to please do it with you." I'm  outraged, "You're
brainwashed alright! He doesn't interest me at all! I wouldn't  want to even
touch him. He's repellant to me." Ryan shrugs, "That's what you say  now,
but it'd be hot, Dylan! If I can talk Marty into it, oh man." I make a  face,
shaking my head, muttering, "No way." Ryan grins, his face close to mine,
"Please, but you need to suck up to him a little? Just imagine, you and me,
side  by side, being Marty's submissive boys. That'd be the ultimate hot
sub/dom sex.  Like I said though, you probably gotta humble yourself to Marty
before he'll  accept you." I say sarcastically, "Oh I'm so fucking sure I'll
humble myself to  him. Hey, any dog collars show up in your life yet?" He
goes, "As a matter of  fact, yeah. Just this past Monday he strapped one around
my neck real tight and  from now on the minute I walk in the dorm room I'm
supposed to put it on first  thing, just as tight. And I need to do it even
if he's not there. It's a well  used dog collar with sweat stains and the
leather's rough against my skin. So  far he hasn't made me wear it outside,
but I know that's coming too." I'm so  pissed at myself! Listening to Ryan
talking about that is giving me a  hard-on.


I suppose it'd be wicked hypocritical of me to mock Ryan for being so
submissive to Marty because I've done that submissive shit myself, and Ryan
knows it because he was one of the dom's I was submissive to. I've also done it
 with Willie and some others. Even though it got me turned-on thinking
about a  three-way with Ryan and me being submissive boys to Marty, the other
stuff about  Ryan being totally controlled by that fuckwad sounds stupid when
I hear him  talking about it. I basically hate the thought of fuckwad
running Ryan's life. I  ask, "You're saying, you're never going to, you know, do
it with me again? Is  that the bottom line." He says, "I'm afraid I'll
screw-up with Marty if I do it  with you! One more time with you could totally
fuck-up my relationship with  him." Frowning, I'm staring at him like I can't
believe my ears. He says, "Don't  look at me like that, Dylan. It's been like
really hot with him, especially  lately." I don't want to ask this, but I
can't stop myself. "Is it hotter than  some of those times you and I have had
unbelievably hot sex together?" He goes,  "Um, it's so different, Dylan,
it's impossible to compare the two. You know, I'm  like you, Dylan, I love
being submissive during sex. You should understand that.  It's like a drug you
get addicted to"

We're at Robby's pickup truck leaning against it with me adjusting my  junk
after getting that partial hard-on. Ryan makes it sound hot talking about
him and me being Marty's submissive boys together. No way am I gonna suck up
to  fuckwad Marty though. If he asked me nicely I might do it for one
afternoon to  make Ryan happy, but that'd be it. Finished our cigarettes we drop
them in the  snow at the same time, and step on them. While the concept of
him and me being  submissive together got my dick's attention, the other
stuff he's told me makes  him sounds pathetic. What the fuck's wrong with him? I
go, "You gotta stand the  fuck up for yourself, Ryan, fer chrissakes!
Grounded? That's childish bullshit."  He doesn't say anything, his head hangs
like a puppy who's been yelled at, then  a quietly muttered, "You did it." I
go, "With you, who I know cares for me. You  hardly know Marty and he could be
another sicko luring you in until you're his  submissive poodle, groomed
the way your master wants." Then another thought  occurs to me, I rub his
shoulder, "You doing a lot of real drugs, Ryan? A lot of  weed with fuckwad? "
and I can't stop myself from adding, "Is that how you get  through all this
shit with the fuckwad?" He's making a snowball that he throws  at me when I
said that thing about the fuckwad. I bat it away as he says,  "Please don't
call him that. He treats me good most of the time. He's not like  those
losers in Georgia. As for the weed, I'm not smoking as much as I'd like  because
Marty only allows me to share two joints with him a night. And that's  only
after he's finished dominating me and he's satisfied I've shown the proper
amount of submissiveness to him." I think that's probably a good idea to
curtail  the pot smoking, but I say, "Fuck him, it's your marijuana isn't it?
You should  be able to smoke as much as you want." Ryan shrugs, but doesn't
say anything.  I'm like, "So Ryan, what else do you need to do for, um, your
roommate?" He  goes, "It's personal, Dylan. Saying out loud what he makes me
do would creep me  out, like it embarrasses me. But, ya know, while I'm
doing the stuff it seems  incredibly sexy and hot, hot, hot. Then sure,
afterwards I feel a little  humiliated." I go, "Right there! That's the fucking
warning sign that he's gone  too far. If you're humiliated afterwards, then
fuckwad has crossed the line!"  Ryan takes a deep breath, muttering, "You might
be right, but he's been  increasing the things I need to do for him
gradually for, how long now, what's  it been... almost three months so far?"


I'm thinking about what I can do to get Ryan to come to his senses.
Fuckwad Marty is obviously why Ryan hasn't dared to have sex with me or even act
a little affectionate since last Sunday. After the first few weeks of the
semester Ryan and I have had sex together a total of... once. One time in two
 months. Oh yeah, and I remember Ryan telling me last week that he's not
allowed  to have sex with anyone other than fuckwad, then later that same day,
last  Sunday, we did have sex together. I ask him, "What was different last
Sunday? We  had that uber hot buddy sex, you and me!  We really were into
each other,  weren't we? So how come you decided to fuck me after two months
of nothing?" He  goes, "You think it's been easy not doing it with you? I
lasted that long using  every ounce of self discipline I could come up with,
but my resistance gave out  last Sunday. Now it's just a wonderful memory for
me, Dylan, one I think about  all the time." I mumble, "Lets make some more
memories, what the fuck?" He looks  at me, "I can't, but you don't
understand something. First off, the very fact  you have a crush on me is
astonishing to me. I'm nothing special and you're way  better than special. Your crush
on me is like the most flattering thing that's  ever happened to me in my
whole life. So please understand how I feel about you,  but I can't give up
Marty. That's how much into his dominant ways I've become.  Too deep maybe,
like you said, but it is what it is." I go, "Goddammit! I told  you before,
you don't need to give him up like you claim, not because you do  side-sex
with me. Just don't tell the asshole we did it! It's that simple. Keep  your
mouth shut and how the fuck will he know?" Ryan makes a face, mumbling, "He
has his ways of finding stuff out. You don't know him. He's smart and he
really  knows what he's doing as my master." I go, "Master? You mean you're
into that  slave/master bullshit?" Ryan looks around, "Keep your voice down,
Dylan. No, not  that. I should have said 'dom', not master. But it's like I
fantasize about him  and me being in a slave/master thing sometimes. He'd have
no problem pulling  that off let me tell ya." He sounds delusional or sick
in the head saying stuff  like that." I say, "You warned me about getting
too submissive to you last  spring, but you're not following your own advise
with that pervert." He shakes  his head, "He's not a pervert, and I know what
I'm doing, Dylan. You didn't know  what you were doing so I warned you to
be careful." Smelling the back of my  wrist I'm looking at Ryan and thinking
about maybe running Marty over a few  times with Robby's pickup. I hate the
thought of Ryan being that prick's  submissive servant-boy. Feeling
helpless, I mumble, "Ya know, I really have this  'thing' for you big time, Ryan.
It's not some passing fancy like you thought it  was before. And Marty's not
nearly good enough for you, not even close to being  good enough."


I glance to my left and see Robby walking towards us so Ryan and I stop
talking about his situation. Robby joins us, and squeezes the back of both our
 necks affectionately, cheerfully asking, "Ready to go, guys?" Ryan says,
"I'm  not sure, Rob. I'll see what Marty's got going for tonight and text you
or  Dylan. I can walk over if, um, you know he doesn't have anything
planned for  us." He means if he's allowed to have dinner with us. Robby gives him
a peck on  the lips, saying, "Hope you can make it. See ya later." I go to
give Ryan a hug  and a kiss, but he turns his head so I only get him on the
cheek, as he's  murmuring, "You're too tempting, Dylan, I'm sorry." Robby's
already in the  driver's seat so I pat Ryan's shoulder, "Hope we see you
tonight, twin," and he  nods his head not looking at me as I walk around and
get in the passenger seat.  Ryan's standing there watching us and I'll bet he
wishes he could just get  in here with us. I feel bad for him, but at the
same time it pisses me off he  has to ask fuckwad's permission to do anything.
God, that's so fucking stupid!  I'll remember this whenever I get the urge
to be as submissive as Ryan's being.  Submissiveness is only intended for
short periods, and only while having sex.  Robby and me have always been able
to work things out satisfactorily between us,  but I don't see that
happening with the fuckwad and Ryan. Too bad, but Ryan's  got to step up and insist
on some changes like I did or he's lost. Robby asks,  "Everything okay with
you and your twin?" I wish I never coined that 'twin'  phrase even though I
use it myself too much. I go, "Yeah, sort of, but his  roommate has Ryan
eating out of his hand. Ryan has to ask permission to do  anything, and he was
'grounded' this week, if you can believe that." Robby goes,  "Get the fuck
outta here, grounded! Is he back in middle school or something,  Jesus." I
go, "It's that sub/dom stuff and it's going on with those two around  the
clock. Dumb!" Robby glances over at me, then mumbles, "Huh, that's the first
time I've heard you call it dumb. Progress at last." I go, "That shit is for
occasional sex games and certainly not for twenty-four hours a day." Robby
shrugs, changing the subject, asking, "Is Chub gonna be home for dinner
tonight?" I'm like, "I'll text him and find out."

Chubby texts back that he's at the apartment right  now and he'll be there
for dinner. After dinner he wants us to check out Tracy's  speakeasy. Hmmm,
not a bad idea. I read the text to Robby as he's parking the  pickup right
next to the back door of our building. How can he be so lucky all  the time
with these parking spots?! As we're getting out, he says, "Tracy's  tonight,
huh? We're going to that frat thing tomorrow night, but fuck we haven't  had
a beer since Tuesday night so, yeah, count me in." It's only four-thirty in
 the afternoon so we've got some free time before dinner. Going up to our
second  floor apartment, Robby says, "Danny's probably gonna be at Tracy's
tonight. He  said something about that when I was in the baseball office." I
shrug, "Just  remember you're with me, okay?" He goes, "Oh come on! Don't you
know after three  years you're who I want to be with? Always my first
choice with no one even  close as a second choice." I smirk, "Just a subtle
reminder, that's all." He  laughs, mumbling, "Subtle as a sledgehammer." Inside
we find Chubby talking on  his cell phone. I hear him saying something
beginning with 'Jude' so I'm  thinking it's probably Judy Rinker, the girl who
tried to pick me up the first  day at Merrimack. Chubby looks up giving us a
smile and a wave, then laughs at  something she says. He goes, "Jude, that not
even legal in most states." I get a  text from Ryan, 'If the invitation is
still open, I can come over  tonight. Marty can't make it though.' A big
smile breaks out on my face,  and I'm excited, but force myself to be casual
when I say, "Rob, it looks like  Ryan's jailor is letting him out tonight. The
fuckwad can't make it though. How  disappointing." Robby says, "What do you
have against Marty? He's alright." I  go, "No he's not. He's fucking with
Ryan's head and he insulted me when out of  the goodness of my heart I
offered him a free haircut. God knows he could use  one."


Robby takes a deep breath and I know he wants to say I'm jealous of Marty
because of Ryan, but he keeps it to himself. He just says, "Do you wanna
give  Ryan a ride over here, or would you rather I do it?" I shrug, "Either way
is  okay with me," and Chubby says, "Let Robby do it, Dylan, you need to
give me a  haircut." So that's settled. I text Ryan that Robby's on his way
and he should  be on the front steps of his dorm. Robby leaves and Chubby
takes his shirt off,  pulls a stool away from the kitchen bar, and sits on it,
incongruously asking,  "Did you happen to read that Cato Institute report
about how welfare benefits  pay way more than minimum wage. That's happening in
about two-thirds of the our  fifty states?" I'm getting the barber stuff
out, mumbling, "Well, gee Chub, no,  I missed that Cato Institute report." He
goes, "Ya gotta keep informed, bro. In  Hawaii welfare benefits equal $29.13
per hour. Ya know, if the recipient worked  a regular eight hour days five
days a week. They don't of course, because why  the fuck would work when
they can get $29.13 per hour for sitting on their  ass doing nothing or playing
a round of golf,  swimming in the ocean, or hula dancing, or whatever the
fuck they do in Hawaii."  Plugging in the clippers, I say, "That can't be
right, Chub. Is this some kind  of joke?" He says, "It's a joke alright, a sick
joke that happens to be true. Of  course I don't especially give a shit
since I don't pay taxes in Hawaii." I say,  "You don't pay taxes anywhere." He
mumbles, "Well yeah, but I will in a couple  of years. Welfare people in
Hawaii get the equivalent of $60,590 a year for not  working." I go, "How about
here in Taxachusetts?" He says, "Hawaii is the worst,  or best depending if
you're on welfare or not, then next it's DC, and guess,  which state is
third worst, depending if you work or not?" I say, "Well, since  you're
highlighting the third on the list of fifty states, I gotta assume it's  here in
our lovely state of Massachusetts." He goes, "Bingo! It is Massachusetts
where you'll get a mere $50,820 a year on welfare." I go, "Fuck that cheapo
welfare, I'll move to Hawaii when I go on welfare. Do you think welfare would
buy me a plane ticket from here to Hawaii? I mean if I'm actually on
welfare."  He goes, "Probably a first class seat." I'm like, "Well, I'm not on
welfare yet,  so what type of haircut would you like?"


He runs his fingers through his hair, "Yeah, good question, Dylan. Hmmm,
something I don't need to fuss with, but that still looks cool. So it should
be  short, but not a summer-length buzz cut like I see you and your little
twin are  rockin' again." I go, "I know just the hairstyle for you, leave it
to me. First  a shampoo though." Chubby mostly goes along with anything I
wanna do, so he  follows me into the bathroom. After shampooing his hair and
rinsing it, and then  drying it with first a towel and later a brush and a
hair dryer, we go back to  the living room and he gets on the stool again,
saying, "That's a classy  addition to the awesome haircutting experience you
provide, bro. I'm thinking of  having you give me baths and showers too.
Whaddaya think about that?" I go,  "Don't tempt me." He chuckles as I start
cutting his hair with a number two  guard on the clippers. I've been giving my
brother haircuts for eleven or twelve  years now. It's always been fun in the
past and it still is. He has nice brown  hair to go with his brown eyes and
smooth pale tan complexion like our dad had.  Like me, Chubby doesn't have
any beard showing yet either. We're a couple of  baby faces.


I always take my time cutting his hair, drawing out the experience. He
never complains because I think he enjoys it as much as I do. I give him a
fairly short haircut, but not short enough that it sticks up on top. Just long
enough to lay down on top with one-inch bangs he can comb to the side or
leave  on his forehead. The bangs are cut so they're feathered, not blunt
ended. Looks  neat, easy to care for, and kinda casually cool. I pass him the
handheld mirror  and he looks, then says, "A masterpiece of haircutting.
You're the Michelangelo  of haircuts, Dylan." I mutter, "And it only cost you a
kiss too." He gets up, "A  fuckin' bargain, bro," and kisses me on the lips.
I ask, "No tip?" He laughs  again kissing me real fast, mumbling, "Thanks,
Dylan.' I go, "A pleasure, I'm  sure. See you next time."

Ryan and Robby come in as I'm cleaning up hair clippings. Chubby's in his
bathroom taking a shower. Ryan smiles, "I got a get-out-of-jail-free card
tonight, Dylan." I go, "Yeah, good to have you join us again, Ryan. Did Marty
 have something to do tonight?" Ryan goes, "Him and Rex are going into
Boston.  Glad I didn't have to go." I let it slide, but what's he mean, 'glad I
didn't have to go'? Like Marty's his  boss, his parent, his ruler? Actually
I guess he's all three to Ryan by now.  Grow a pair, Ryan! I keep my mouth
shut though. Robby says to me, "Since you  have the barber stuff out, how
'bout a trim. Just neaten it up around my ears  and neck, okay?" I go, "My
pleasure, boss." Off comes his shirt and it takes  less then five minutes to
make his hair neat to the degree five inches long hair  can be neat. When I'm
done I'm silently cursing myself for forgetting the  shampoo. Robby gets up,
"Thank, Dylan," and he gives me a really nice kiss with  some of his
delicious pink tongue involved in it. I take a deep breath, asking  him, "Is it
time for bed yet?" He laughs, "That makes me feel good, Dylan. It's  not time
yet, babe, but it's getting there." Ryan's busy pretending to look at  the
Rolling Stone magazine he picked up from the coffee table, but I saw him
glance up during Robby's hot kiss.


A cell phone rings and it turns out to be Robby's. He's on the phone
talking to his dad about business so Ryan and I go into my bedroom and play a
game on my computer. We're in a contest to see how many creatures from outer
space we can kill. I have a shitty score because most of the time I'm
glancing  over at Ryan's face with his scraggily little beard growth, and looking
at the  cool way the computer screen reflects off the lenses of his
eyeglasses. The  game's over and I pat his shoulder, "You won." We sit here a few
seconds not  talking so I do a fake cough, then mumble, "I'm thinking about
taking a shower  and putting on a change of clothes since we're going to the
speakeasy  later." Ryan says, "Oh, I didn't know we were going there. Um, I
didn't mention  that to Marty." I make myself keep my mouth shut, but I'd
like to scream at him  that this is no fucking way to live your supposedly
freewheeling college days.  He looks at me, "What's wrong, Dylan?" I go, "Oh
nothing, nothing at all," and  he asks, "Can I take a shower after you and then
borrow some clothes?" Wetting  my lips, I say, "How 'bout we take a shower
together. You'll be safe with me,  Ryan." He stares at me with his mouth
open a little, then he mumbles, "Do you  think I should text Marty and tell him
where I'll be after dinner?" I say,  "NO!"


Robby comes into the bedroom then, interrupting our little discussion. He
goes, "Dylan, buddy, I gotta take a ride over to Danny's for a few minutes,
and  no, not for that. His car needs a jump, the battery's dead. Keep me
company,  what do ya say?" I mumble, "I thought you were talking with your
dad." He's  like, "Yeah, I was, and then Danny called. He's not going to Tracy's
tonight, by  the way. He's making a trip back home for some reason. His
mother called him  about something his younger brother needs." I say, "I was
gonna take a shower,  Rob." He looks like he wants to say something like,
'Take it later,' except he's  eliminating a lot of his bossiness, so instead he
says, "Oh, okay, babe. How  'bout you, Ryan. Keep me company?" Ryan mumbles,
"I better not, Rob. My roommate  might get the wrong idea if he sees me
riding off with you." Robby's shaking his  head, "That's, um, fucking nuts,
Ryan. The three of us outta talk about, um, if  you're alright. We care about
you." For some reason Ryan blushes, saying, "I'm  fine, I'm doing good. You
two don't need to worry about me, really. I mean I  appreciate that you care,
but everything is cool. I'm good." Robby shrugs,  "Yeah? Okay, I'll see you
guys later. Oh, can you hit Stop & Shop, Dylan.  Get some ribs for the
grille? We'll use the gas grille and so what if there's  snow on the balcony." I
go, "Sure, Robby. I can whip up some quickie potato  salad too. We'll
pretend it's summer." Robby grins, "See ya later."


Ryan and me are quietly alone again, me smelling the back of my hand
wanting to suggest again that we take a shower together. Fuck it though, I
already suggested it and he ignored it. Finally I abruptly say, "Of course you
can shower here, ya nut. Choose any of my clothes you want. Right now I'm
going  to microwave some potatoes so they have time to chill off in the
refrigerator  for the potato salad I'll make later. After we take showers I'll
drive to Stop  & Shop and buy the baby back ribs. You can hide here in the
apartment to be  sure your fuckwad dom roommate doesn't see you alone in the car
with me." Ryan  jumps up, yelling, "Oh, fuck you! I'm sick of you putting me
and Marty down.  I'll walk back to the fucking campus," and he starts to
walk off with tears in  his eyes. I grab his arm. "Okay, I apologize. I'm
sorry, Ryan. It's just that I  miss you and I think you're fucking up what could
be an awesome year of  college." He sucks on his lips, then looks me in the
eyes as one tear rolls down  his cheek, and says, "I'm sorry too. It's very
upsetting to me that you're being  so critical of what I do." I wipe his
tear off with the pad of my thumb, "I'm  sorry, " and he goes, "Um, I'd love
to take a shower with you if you still want  to. It'll be fun to do that
again after so long." Hot shit! We walk into the  kitchen with my arm around his
neck and him leaning against my side, his arm  around my waist. We
reminisce about other times we've showered together as I'm  cooking four Yukon Gold
potatoes in the microwave. After four minutes I open the  microwave door and
the potatoes are hissing and spitting little sprays of  moisture. Sliding a
small paring knife into one to see if it's tender, and it's  good so the
cooked spuds go into the refrigerator to cool.


Ryan says, "I like to watch you cook." I grin as he adds, "Or watch you  do
anything actually. I watched you give Rob his haircut. Everything you do
you  make look easy." Smiling at him I'm running my fingers slowly through his
buzz  cut, the very one Marty hates. We're looking into each other eye's as
our faces  slowly come together for a tentative kiss on the lips. Ryan's
hand goes behind  my head and he brings my faces against his tightly now. He
does one of the  kisses he saves just for me and he does it very dreamily and
sexily slow. I wrap  his tight little body in my arms and hug him against
me with his sexy scent  making me dizzy with desire. Our mouths suck
together, we take turns sucking on  each other bottom lip, and then we're into deep
sloppy kissing as both of us  spring hard boners. We're moaning into each
other's mouth with Ryan walking us,  doing little side steps, toward my
bedroom while we continue kissing. My hands  rub up the back of his head, over the
top, and then reverse the direction  dragging my hands down his back to cup
his hot ass cheeks. They're  tight  and plump, each the size of half of a
honeydew melon. Squeezing them both a few  times, almost lifting him off his
feet while humping my hard boner gently  against his. Ryan's hand stays
behind my head, his other one gropes my ass with  our mouths, lips, and tongue
constantly moving and sucking together, basically  exchanging saliva with one
another. Our combined saliva drools off both our  chins and when we're just
inside the bedroom Ryan kicks the door closed and  pulls my pants down past
my slim hips, meeting a little resistance getting them  past my bubble
butt. He grips my cock stroking it and then gives my nuts a  squeeze making me
go up on my toes grunting. I hold my breath afraid I'm gonna  cum right now.
My body's stiff as Ryan squeezes my nuts again. Not so hard I  want to
scream, but hard enough to bring on a delicious submissive curtain that  seems to
drift down over me. I moan, "Oooh Ryan, umm, don't." He puts his lips  on
my ear, "Sorry, but I want to bring you pleasure and a contrast of pain to
enhance the pleasure," and another harder squeeze with me laying against him,
 clutching him. He whispers, "I want you to float in the air with sexual
pleasure  as I dominate you sexually."


I'm breathing deeply hugging Ryan, and now limp, I'm fully laying against
him, my pants around my knees. Ryan pushes me toward the bed so I take
little  steps in that direction as he pulls his pants down. I glance at his eight
inch  heavy cock sticking almost straight out from his groin poking me as
we slowly  make our way to the bed. Wow, that cock of his is hard. Knowing he
got aroused  from us kissing and hugging gives me a twinge in my sore nuts,
almost like I'm  going to cum. His large long cock droops slightly due to
it's weight, but it's  almost straight out from his body. I look at mine as I
reach the bed and I'm  almost embarrassed. That's a man-sized cock on Ryan.
He grabs my face between  both his hands and kisses me hard, our teeth
scraping together. He ends the kiss  dragging his tongue down my chin, then back
up so he can push a big gob of his  spit between my lips and another one
clogs the front of my nostrils. Ryan's  breathing deeply, his face very red,
his eyeglasses foggy. He rubs his arm over  his foggy glasses and then off
they come to be dropped on my desk. Ryan turns me  around pushing my head down
on the bed, my face on the bedspread. This is much  the same way he fucked
me last Sunday except Ryan leaned me over the sink that  time. He's
awesomely dominant without especially trying to be. Ryan's in a very  aroused state
doing with me what's become natural for him. Natural for him when  he's the
one doing the fucking, that is. He's only done it with me, so the way  he's
done it in the past has become the norm in his subconscious mind. Or in his
conscious mind for all I know. It's so fucking hot though.


He's leaning over me, one hand pushing my face against the bedspread as
the other one lines-up his hard cock with my asshole. He pushes the head of
his  cock against my asshole spreading the lips as I grit my teeth. Ryan's
making  breathy "Ooh," sounds, breathing deeply, but instead of pushing his
cock past my  sphincter, he pull the half of a head out, followed by four hard
smacks on my  ass, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" the sound reverberating in
my ears leaving my  right butt cheek quivering and stinging. Taking his hand
off the back of my  head, he breathlessly says, "Stay just like that." I'm
hoping he hasn't changed  his mind as I turn my face so my left cheek is on
the bed and I can watch him go  in the bathroom. To take a piss... now?
Reaching back I massage my stinging ass,  then pull my hand away when Ryan comes
back into the bedroom stoking his boner,  leaving it shiny with Vaseline.
Ah, considerate lubricant. "I'm extra big  tonight, Dylan, and I don't want
it to hurt too much when I enter you." I nod my  head as I'm rubbing my boner
on the edge of the bed. Precum wets my groin but it  feels good on my cock.
"The hand he used spreading the lubricant on his boner is  now pushing the
side of my face down on the bed tightly, the Vaseline smearing  in my hair,
his hand sliding a little. Ryan's looking at my ass, lining his  boner's
head with my asshole again, and this time it's steady pressure from his  hips
pushing the head in past my sphincter muscle, stretching the lips  painfully,
and then pushing, pushing, pushing his cock up my ass constantly  spreading
the walls of my rectum until he's leaning against my buttocks. Ryan  lets
out his held breath with a long sigh, "Ooooooh..." and he lays his chest on
my back doing little humps against my ass, the side of his forehead against
my  chin. As my rectum throbs with pain desperately trying to adjust to the
rather  fast fat invasion, I inhale Ryan's scent from his hair and the top
of his head.  It makes my shoulders shudder as my rectum calms down and the
hurt fades  away.

Ryan keeps up the little humps against my buttocks barely moving his  boner
inside me. His hands rub up and down the sides of my ribs just this side
of tickling me. He licks on my back, long licks that give me chills and
shivers.  Then, straightening up he pulls his cock back out, back, back as I moan
in  pleasure, "Mmmmm, oooh, Ryan, ooh, ahh, aahh." The ridge at the bottom
of his  cock's head is hard like the rubber in a car's tire and it's pulled
the lips of  my anus backwards as Ryan breathes noisily and then drives that
huge organ back  up my ass and the sensations inside me have me shaking on
the bed and moaning  embarrassingly, like it's my first time being fucked.
I've been yearning for  this all week and it's not disappointing me one bit.
He's let go of my head  leaving the warmed Vaseline  drooling down the side
of my forehead  slightly. Ryan grips my hips, spreading a little Vaseline on
me there, and pulls  back his engorged cock again until the lips of my anus
are again stretched  backwards. Then, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds fill
my world as I grovel on  the bed with deep sexual pleasure, thinking about
nothing except the screaming  pleasure sensations in my ass. My anus and
prostate are simultaneously sizzling  with pleasure signals overwhelming my
senses in the most deliciously way  imaginable. Ryan increases his thrusting
while continuing his noisy, breathy,  moans, "Uum, uum, umm, umm," first
sucking in air and then it comes out his nose  making a different more desperate
noise. Sounds of intense arousal, and desire,  and sexual pleasure wrapped
up together.


The constant smooth very tight ride up my ass and back by his ever
fattening cock, as hard as a cock can get, has me writhing on the bed with  intense
pleasure inside my rectum. Ryan's squeezing and gripping my hips,  digging
his fingers into my flesh as his cock pounds inside me. My orgasm comes  on
too fast again. His scent, his tight body slamming against my buttocks, his
huge hard organ spreading the walls of my rectum sliding against the lips
of my  anus and against my prostate, all eight inches of that hard fat boner,
 repeatedly back and forth in my ass has me on the verge of climax in only
two  minute or so. I try holding off a climax with all my might because it
feels so  fucking good, it's truly indescribable. He lays on my back again
pushing my head  into the bedspread with both his hands, his hips rhythmically
driving his boner  back and forth with me now spastically trying to hump
back into his thrusting  and then a universe of brightness in my head as my
back arches and I try humping  my hips as my climax's exploding. "Ooooh,
aasaah, fuck!" I squeal loudly making  a total ass of myself. My squealing was a
high pitched squeal with cum gushing  out of my cock traveling the inch
between my cock and the side of the bed  basically splashing back covering my
cock and drooling down to my balls, then  more cum as I grovel under Ryan. I'm
too stimulated now to make a real sound  except a long noisy whizzing
exhale of air. Then I'm numb with too many nerve  endings going off like
firecrackers, my shoulders shuddering, my eyes blinking  on their own, and my toes
curling up tightly. Limp now I feel like there aren't  any bones or muscles
in my body even as Ryan's body stiffens, and he goes,  "Ahhhh, ooh, aaah."
His groin tight against my ass with him still humping  against me. A long
breathy exhale from Ryan, his legs stiff out behind his stiff  body as he shoots
a long stream of cum into my bowels and now it's him who's  shaking.
Another hump against me pouring more cum up my ass even as his creamy  spunk from
the first ejaculation is drooling towards my asshole. Then another  nice
stream of the creamy substance joins the first two loads. More humps as his
body loosens up, then he does some long thrusts his whole boner driving in and
 out, almost pulling all the way out and then back up my ass again. Cum is
dragged out with withdrawals and it makes the short trip drooling to the
back of  my scrotum.


A few last thrusts and then we're both spent, but this wonderful feeling
is still all over my body making me shudder again even as I feel Ryan
shuddering  too laying on my back. Deep breathing and fast heartbeats soon return
to normal  as Ryan rubs his hands over my head and shoulders, then kisses my
shoulder. We  don't say anything. Me because I'm still savoring this awesome
feeling of  contentment remembering the recent enormous supernova of sexual
pleasure. Ryan's  quiet for probably the same reason. Maybe a minute later
a deep breath by Ryan  as he gets off me standing up behind me, his cock
pulling out. He mutters,  "Fuck," and pushes the semi-hard head back in my wide
open ass and fuck's my ass  for a couple more minutes before pulling his
cock out for good and sitting on  the edge of the bed beside me. He puts an
arm across my back giving me a hug,  then quietly says, "I gotta ask you to
suck my cock now, Dylan," and he falls  over on his back, shimmying over on
the bed until his ass is just on the top of  the mattress, his feet don't
quite tough the floor, his semi-soft cock laying  across the top of his right
thigh. I use my elbows to crawl over the foot or so  to him, getting my head's
above his cock and balls. I imagine I can feel heat  coming from then...
maybe I do. My eyes go to Ryan's and he quietly says, "Go  ahead, Dylan, suck
it off. Clean little Ryan and then give my balls a once over,  and then my
asshole too while your at it." I stare at him and he reaches down to  rub my
head, saying, "You want dominant sex, so show me you're submissive to me.
If I lose Marty I don't want to have to wonder who you're going to for a
taste  of sub/dom sex. You'll get it from me, now go ahead and do what you're
told."


I almost moan as a submissiveness covers my brain like a thick warm
blanket. Nodding my head once, my eyelids heavy I pick up his cock and suck four
inches of it into my mouth. Ryan quietly says, "All of it, boy," and my cock
 tightens up again. My own cum is sticky as it cools all around my groin.
Feeding  his cock into my mouth, the head going past the gag reflect area,
making me gag  for a few seconds and my stomach heave a couple of times. I
relax consciously  and take the rest of his cock in my throat. My nose is flat
against his belly  surrounded by his pubic hairs that tickle either side of
my nose. Moving my  throat muscles and at the same time sucking his cock's
shaft, I slowly back my  head off his cock sucking on each inch as it comes
up out of my throat. Ryan  doing quiet grunting sounds making subtle body
movements as he rubs my head.  Finally just the head of his cock is in my mouth
with me sucking and tonguing  it, and then it pops out past my lips. I
stare at it, shining with saliva,  looking pink and fairly hard again. My eyes
dart to Ryan's and he does a little  head nod towards his nuts so I begin
licking all over his scrotum as he pulls  his legs up until his heels are on
the edge of the mattress and his asshole is a  little up off the bed. I drop
to my knees on the floor, one of his feet on  either side of my head, and I
deliberately lick up his ass crack plastering the  hairs there against his
skin. Two more licks up his ass crack before I spread  his butt cheeks with my
hands and suck on his asshole doing little fast licks at  the same time. By
now I'm so deeply into a submissive trance I've forgotten  who's asshole
I'm rimming. This is such a submissive act to begin with, and I  like doing
it, so I start getting my tongue inside him, and moan, "Mmmmm,"  breathing
through my nose with his scent flooding my senses. I let his butt  cheeks close
on my both sides of my mouth and nose while I'm hugging around his  ankles
sucking away on his anus, my tongue darting in and out of it until half  my
tongue makes it inside. My cock's a steel pipe again so I drop my right hand
 down and begin stroking myself fast. Ryan goes, "Okay, okay, that's good,
Dylan," as he's moving away from my head getting further over on the bed.
The  movement pulled my tongue out of his asshole making a sucking sound.

My eyes are closed and my head lulls around. I feel so awesome and then
Ryan's standing on the floor next to me with me still on my knees and
partially  laying against the side of the mattress. With his arms around me he pulls
me up  and onto the bed. Jesus, he's strong. He gets on the bed with me and
wraps his  arms around me, hugging me while kissing the side of my face and
rocking us  gently. I think I'm just about ready to fall asleep when he
says, "That was  amazing, Dylan. First the fuck and then you with your talented
mouth. Oh man, I  can't remember being so turned-on being your "top".
Loved every second of  it. Was it good for you?" I guess I have to speak, Yeah,
of course it was, Ryan,  it was powerfully sexual and altogether fantastic,
so yeah, it was good for me.  You do a dominant fuck better than anybody."
As I'm speaking my dreamy  submissive trance pretty much dissolves into thin
air and the world becomes  crystal clear. I realize, for example, my pants
are below my knees and Ryan's  pulled his up. Huh. I go, "You pulled your
pants up, but left mine down." He  laughs, "You want me to pull yours up? I'll
be glad to." Shrugging I go, "I'm  kinda enjoying your attention, Ryan. How
come you tease me all week getting me  all horny and yet ignoring me and not
allowing any intimate behavior between us,  and then, bam, you give me an
awesome fuck with heavy overtones of dominant  behavior until you have me
eating out of your hand." He says, "Was that a  question?" I go, "Uh huh," and
he says, "Because I'm weak and I can't resist  you. Now I'm in deep trouble
with Marty because he'll get me in a submissive  frame of mind where I can't
lie and then he'll know."


Hmmm, do I care about that? Not really. I'm like, "Sorry, Ryan, but he's
being totally unfair to you. Doesn't he understand the concept of buddy-sex.
You  can be his main boy-toy, but what's he care what you do when he's off
maybe  fucking Rex, or getting fucked by Rex?" Ryan goes, "You think I was
being  dominant during sex with you, but that was the mildest possible
dominance. I  wouldn't think of inflicting...no, never mind. I don't want to
intentionally  inflict pain on you, that's the bottom line. A butt squeeze and a
spanking are  about as far as I'd go with you. You perceive it as dominant
because you want  to. As you know, you're the only person I ever 'top'. Before
you the thought to  be someone's 'top' never entered my mind. That's until
that first lunch we had  together, and there you were, the most desirable
boy I'd ever seen. Plus the  signs in your behavior screamed you wanted
someone to fuck you hard. That gave  me the courage to do something I'd never
thought of doing before...  ask  you if I could fuck you. You know the rest.
When I'm not with you I'm totally my  naturally submissive self, and Marty does
the dominant stuff without nearly as  much of the bad stuff others have
done to me." I ask, "Like what?" and he goes,  "I already told you earlier I
don't want to say because it's embarrassing.  Embarrassing to say because it
would seem to you like very unpleasant and fairly  humiliating behavior by
me." Huh, I can't imagine it's more embarrassing than  being tied up with
strips of leather around my cock and balls, but since Ryan,  Sonny, and Willie
have done that to me at times, and Ryan says he's only using  mild dominance,
what he's talking about must be worse. I say, "Can you give me  one
example?" Ryan sighs, "Oh fuck, how about repeated enemas until I'm totally
cleaned out before Marty fuck's me?" I go, "Before EVERY time he fuck's you?"
Ryan says, "Yeah, but I'm not talking about this any more. Let's take that
shower together that you talked about a half hour ago...


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





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I have had some books published and they are  available on Amazon .
Actually one book and one short story. The short  story is titled "Concealed Agony
- Gay Romance" (and I didn't pick  that title.) Read the short story first.
And the book is named  "Oliver's  Wildwood Vacation" They are both about
'Oliver'.  You can easily  find them by searching for 'Donny Mumford' at the
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