Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2015 11:39:36 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter   37

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  37


by   Donny Mumford


Ryan and I have just had quick, but awesome sex, and now we're going to
take a shower together. After that we'll probably shop for tonight's dinner.
Chubby and Rob will join us for a Friday night barbecue of baby back ribs on
the  grille. This week had been uneventful until Ryan and I had our hot
sexual  encounter, so now the week's not uneventful anymore. Ryan was somewhat
dominant  with me and I've been kinda yearning for that, so it really got me
off super  hot. A half hour ago Robby took off to give Danny Monday a jump.
And no, not  that kind of jump. Danny's car battery's dead so Robby's going
to try jumping it  with his pickup's battery using jumper cables. Chubby
was taking a shower when  Ryan and I came in here, but now I'm not hearing
anything in the apartment so  he's either gone out or he's taking a nap.
Earlier we didn't get undressed for  sex; Ryan just pulled his and my pants down
in the heat of the moment, which is  why we're undressing now, staring at
each other. As of earlier today sex between  us seemed unlikely. Ryan insisted
he'd get in trouble with Marty if he had  side-sex with anyone and
especially me.  He doesn't want to lose the  sub/dom thing those two are involved in
and ironically I was telling him earlier  how he was being a wimp putting up
with Marty's dominant crap. I say 'ironic'  because I've been in positions
similar to Ryan's myself at times; however, some  of Marty's rules are too
extreme as far as I'm concerned. Things like grounding  Ryan for a week,
requiring him to ask permission before he does anything, and  forbidding Ryan to
smoke except a shared joint or two after Ryan satisfies Marty  that he's
sufficiently submissive to him. Other stuff too that just sounded so  lame
hearing Ryan describe it all. If I'm honest though, it's the 'Marty' part I
object to more than Ryan's submissiveness to him.


When we're both naked Ryan holds out his hand and I take it. He pulls me
roughly against him, saying, "When we're in sexual situations together a
natural  dominant attitude takes over my brain. Do you know why that is?" I
shake my  head, and he says, "Because that's the foundation of our relationship
right from  our first sex together and by now it comes naturally to me. It's
weird because,  as I told you earlier, someone as average as me has no
business having a  boyfriend as special as you, never mind being dominant with
you. As weird as it  might be, that's just the way it is. Right from our
first lunch together you  gave me signals, knowingly or not, that you wanted to
have submissive sex with  me and I jumped at the chance. Some ups and downs
along the way, but it's  consistently  been your nature that's formed our
relationship. For my part  I'm faking being dominant, but I can do it pretty
good with you." I'm like, "No,  you're wrong, I wasn't giving you signals!
The sex happened at that first lunch  because I wanted to please Robby. If you
remember he was hellbent on me being  friends with his other twin
boyfriend. And anyway, how the hell would I know  you've topped anyone dominantly
before or not. It was simply a buddy-sex gesture  on my part?" He's like, "I
told you back then I've never 'topped' anyone before  in my life, but you
still sent out submissive signals and agreed to let me  'top'. But never mind
that because, whatever the reasons, this is the way it's  apparently going to
be between us. I'm dominant during sex and you're  submissive. It's really
no big deal, but now I want you to get your ass in the  shower. You're going
to bath me from head to toe, boy!" Then he can't help  grinning and
chuckling, which ruins the cool dominant mood he'd created. I put  my arm around his
neck giving a squeeze and then kissing his lips which leads to  another hot
make-out as we're standing near the bathroom door,  naked.


What an incredibly sexy make-out this kid is too. Our faces smear  together
as we kiss with me rubbing through his buzz cut hair and him rubbing my
back and squeezing my ass. While kissing, sucking, and licking we're spreading
 spit on each other until our faces slide together easily in it. It's
enough to  take my breath away and it does. I pull my head away gasping for air,
then I go  right back to doing the same thing. Finally, with my dick hard,
Ryan does what  he's done before, grabbing my boner in his fist and yanking
me forward using my  cock as a leash. "Let's go boy before I need to spank
your ass red. Get in  here." I need to take fast little steps keeping up with
him. He lets go of my  boner inside the bathroom and smacks my ass hard,
saying, "Get the water  running, get a wash cloth and a couple of towels," and
another, "SMACK" getting  a yelp out of me. My cock's poking straight out in
front of me as I hustle  around getting what we need. Then, "SMACK!" "Get
in there, boy!" I get in the  tub under the water spray with Ryan following
me. He turns around under the  cascading water, wetting himself all over.
Ryan adjust the flow with a little  more hot water and then looks at me
expectantly as he's holding out his arms. I  guess he was serious about me bathing
him so I grab the shampoo and start with  that, working up a nice lather
rubbing my fingers through his short hair. As I  do it I get closer and closer
to him until our wet bodies are touching and he  wraps his arms around me
hugging me against him, our boners sticking up between  us. Ryan's shorter
than me so my boner sticks up higher than his even though  it's a good two
inches shorter. We sway under the water while the shampoo washes  out of his
hair, some of the soapy suds running off my shoulders and the back of  my neck
as I lay my forehead on his slim shoulder.


We're clinging to each other for a couple of minutes even after Ryan's
hair is free of shampoo, then he lets go of me and I get the washcloth. Wetting
 it and filling it with bath gel I run my hand down his face closing his
eyes  before washing his face and ears and neck, taking my time doing it. He
lifts his  face under the shower flow and rinses off the suds as I continue
washing him,  first lifting his right arm and scrubbing it up and down and
then under his  armpit and then do the same for his left arm. I spend a long
time on his torso  using my hand after he's all soapy, rubbing the palm of my
hand across his chest  and over his nipples, then generally following the
outline of his tight  physique. My hand travels down to his stomach and under
his balls, cupping them  before sliding my hand up his stomach and chest
again. My cock throbs in it's  tightness causing a quiet murmured, "Mmmm,"
from me. Such nice hard muscle  definition on Ryan's small frame. Neither of us
has said a word since I started  shampooing his hair. Now, standing in
front of him, face to face, I reach around  him washing his back as we kiss.
Washing both his butt cheeks, my hand sliding  over the round mounds slippery
with bath gel. The washcloth is dragged up his  ass crack and over his
asshole wiping away my dried saliva from earlier. Ryan's  rubbing my back with the
side of our faces together as I use the pad of a  fingers to rub back and
forth on his anus and then push my finger up his ass.  Ryan stiffen and I
hear a, "Umm," from him, but he stands still while I rub over  his prostate,
then push my finger all the way up his ass as far as it'll reach.  More
rubbing on his prostate as he squirms against me until he gently pushes me  away,
grunting quietly again. Staring into his eyes, I go down on my knees  taking
the bottle of bath gel with me. Pouring a generous amount on his groin,
then I work it around with my hands. My fist sliding up his hard cock while my
 other hand lightly massages his balls, then under his scrotum and over to
his  asshole with my finger going inside him again. Taking his cock, rinsed
of soap,  into my mouth I suck on it as I massage his prostate. Ryan bends
over me  grunting at the stimulation, his hands on my shoulders, enjoying his
way through  another prostate exam. When it gets to be too much stimulation
he reaches down  to push me away, his cock sliding out of my mouth and my
finger pulling out of  his asshole. He mutters, "I'll cum, Dylan, stop."


I spend a lot of time with the palms of my hands covered in slippery bath
gel washing his nicely shaped legs. First the right and then the left my
hands  encircling each legs moving from his ankle all the way up to the top of
his  thigh to his ass crack. Then, with Ryan leaning up against the side of
the  shower's tiled wall, he lifts a foot so I take it and suck on his toes
before  washing his foot, then the same with the other foot. Standing up I
say in his  ear with my lips touching and water pouring down over us, "Should
I start all  over again, master?" He grins, murmuring, "You're awesome,
Dylan," and he rubs  his hand over my head, mumbling, "I have a better idea
though." He turns me  around and pushes his cock against my asshole. I need to
bend my knees, lowering  my ass so Ryan can tightly slide his boner all the
way up my ass. It's still  opened up back there from his earlier fuck, plus
some lube remained in my rectum  so his boner moves up my rectum easily and
it's a very pleasant trip for the  most part. Ryan pushes the back of my
head so I bend over and grab my knees. He  grabs my hips and fuck's me hard for
eight or nine minutes without stopping,  grunting with every thrust up my
ass. Nearing climax for both of us Ryan gets  wilder, humping his stone-hard
cock faster and faster inside me. He's now  pounding into me so hard the top
of my head bounces against the shower's wall  with each thrust. I've been
moaning from the start as the sensational sparking  of my rectum's nerve
ending has it alive with tantalizing sensations. We both  last longer than
earlier, but when my orgasm reaches the tipping point it comes  on me fast and
hard. I moan and hump forward as three short shots of spunk fly  from my cock
and then disappear in the avalanche of water pouring down on us.  Ryan's
climax happens thirty seconds later. He humps into me so hard, and then  leans
against me, and I almost slip in the tub. I would have fallen on my ass if
Ryan hadn't grabbed me and held me up. He moans as he's pressing his groin
against my ass doing little tight humps as his seed shoots inside my bowels
with  Ryan moaning in between his hard, gasping breaths.

With me standing again we lean together catching our breath and waiting
for our hearts to stop hammering in our chest, then he says, "My turn to bath
you." He uses the same washcloth doing almost exactly the same washing
technique  I did for him, except he massages my prostate so long a watery
substance spurts  out of my cock as my hips thrusts with each little spurt of
spunk. It has my  shoulders shaking and my feet moving in the slippery tub. He
laughs at my  reaction and then finishes by washing my legs and feet with me
laying up against  the wall slightly dizzy, stroking my cock. By now the
water from the hot water  tank isn't very hot so we reluctantly get out and dry
ourselves. "I don't think  I've ever felt this clean before, Dylan. That
was awesome!" It's so good seeing  him upbeat again, but when he's choosing
which clothes of mine he'll wear his  mood quickly turns back to one of moody
worry. Holding the shirt he picked out,  he looks over at me, "Dylan, I
think I better put my own clothes back on and go  to my dorm and put on my dog
collar like I'm suppose to. I'm in enough trouble  as it is from having sex
with you, and going out drinking at Tracy's will just  make it worse." I go,
"Ryan, what the hell are you talking about. We've been  through this ten
times already. Don't tell him anything. As far as he's  concerned you came over
here, had a few beers and some barbecue, and that's it.  He doesn't need to
know anything else."



Still holding my shirt, he sits on the edge of my bed wearing only a pair
of my underpants, mumbling, "He'll find out. Fuck!  I had to promise him I
wouldn't so much as share a kiss with you before he'd let me come over here
tonight. I promised him because I wanted to spend some time with you and
Rob. I  should have known better. Being alone with you is too tempting." I
quietly say,  "It sounds like you're blaming me, or maybe yourself. There's
nothing we did  that's wrong, Ryan, it's fuckwad, um, Marty's wrong thinking
that's wrong, not  us. We're two gay friends doing a little buddy sex." He
mumbles, "It seemed like  more than a little buddy sex to me, Dylan, but that's
not the point. I promised  I wouldn't do anything and I didn't keep my
word. When I was promising him I  knew in the back of my head I'd probably
wind-up in bed with you, so it's  basically a lie I told him right to his face.
He's gonna be so pissed-off at  me." Smelling the back of my wrist I'm trying
to think what to say that'll help  the situation, but only come up with,
"Ryan, get over yourself. This is  bullshit! Do you even like him? I mean,
he's being a totally unrealistic prick  and it's bordering on mental cruelty.
He's playing fucking mind-games with you.  What you really need to do is talk
to a Merrimack housing person and get your  dorm changed." Hmmm, maybe all
that wasn't as helpful as I was hoping for. He's  shaking his head slowly,
then he looks at me, mumbling, "No, it's not bullshit,  I like his hard sex.
I guess I'm going to try to lie my way out of this, but  he'll get the truth
out of me. I'm going back to the dorm right now and be there  with my dog
collar on waiting for when he gets back. That's what I'm gonna do."  How the
fuck can something so awesome turn to shit in two minutes? I blow a lot  of
air out, puffing out my cheeks, disgusted but defeated. "Sorry you feel that
 way, Ryan. I'll give you a ride back," then I mutter, "That is, if the
Jeep's  here."


Getting dressed real fast I walk out of the bedroom and down the short
hall to peek into Chubby's bedroom. He's sleeping on top of his bed naked. What
 a bashful boy he is.. ha ha, sleeping naked on top of the covers. Okay,
he's  recharging his batteries so he'll be flying high tonight, late night
too,  probably. Getting my keys to the Jeep I look over and see Ryan waiting at
the  front door impatiently. He's pissing me off! Goddammit. I try to keep
my voice  calm, "Ryan, buddy, this is crazy behavior. I mean, are you sure
Marty's worth  it? Have you thought about everything you're missing by
staying in your dorm and  not leaving the campus? He'll have you staying in the
dorm room all year and  it'll make for a shitty sophomore year, dude. Please,
think about it some more.  I'll drive you back to the campus, but really
think about if you're doing the  right thing." He nods his head, still
impatient, "Yeah, yeah, I will. Um, can we  go now?" I'm like, "Yeah, sure, I'm not
the one holding you prisoner." He snaps  back at me, "Neither is Marty. It's
my choice!" I say nothing until we're in the  Jeep driving out of the
parking lot, when I quietly say, "Please don't say  anything to him, Ryan, okay?
Why be a martyr!" He nods his head muttering, "I'm  sure gonna try not to
tell him, but it won't work." I say, "See, you're defeated  already. Think
positively! Spend the time in the dorm thinking about if you  really want to
make Marty your entire college experience, and when you're not  thinking about
that think about how you are not going to say a fucking word  about you and
me having sex. Not for my benefit because I don't give a shit what  he
thinks. I'd like to throw our sex in his face, but for your benefit don't say
anything so you don't get grounded till Easter."


Driving onto the campus, Ryan quietly says, "Thanks, for everything,
Dylan. I'll think about what you said and I'm not blaming you for anything,
really." I park and look over at Ryan, who's glancing all around before he leans
 over and kisses me, murmuring, "I love you,' and he gets right out and
jogs to  his dorm. I watch him go up the steps and inside before pulling away.
I feel  terrible for him, but he's being so wimpy with Marty. I might ask
Robby's and  Chubby's opinion about this thing that's going on with Ryan and
Marty. Not just  because I've got a thing for Ryan, or I'm jealous of Marty,
but because  something's not right here. I can feel it. Well, there's not a
fucking thing I  can do about that tonight, so I drive to Stop & Shop.
Inside I casually walk  down the row of registers glancing at all at the
housewives, high school girls,  and retired men working the registers or bagging,
and then there are two young  guys bagging for the last two registers. Only
two young guys out of the twelve  registers! Fucking outrageous! One of them's
a kinda cute blond kid, but he's  probably only seventeen, or maybe
sixteen. Fuck it, the glory days at Stop &  Shop with cute guys galore is a thing
of the past, so I might as well resign  myself to that. I'll try shopping at
Market Basket although it's wicked  inconvenient and out of the way.

At the meat counter the prepackage baby back ribs don't look all that
appealing so I get a butcher's attention and tell him what I want. He goes,
"Kid, there's baby back ribs in the pork section. Pick out one of those." I go,
 "Um, perhaps I could speak with an actual butcher, if you don't mind." He
huffs  away and after five minutes I assume he did mind because he doesn't
return, so I  go back and rethink things. Ah ha, a second look and I find a
package that's  alright. I'm flexible, but it would have been fun seeing
Chubby handle this  exact scenario. Hee hee, he'd somehow be back there with the
butchers, his  winning smile on his face spouting out all his hot-shit
small talk. Before he's  through he'd get a freshly butchered rack of baby back
ribs and some pats on his  back from the butchers. Lucky for the butchers
Chubby's in bed taking a nap. I  get some stuff for a salad and celery for the
potato salad and then stand in the  register line with the too-young, but
cute blond bag boy. I'm allowed to look,  but not touch. You know though,
this blondie is cute now but my eyes tells me  he'll be one of those guys who
outgrows his cuteness quickly. Some guys you see  in high school and you
think, cute! Then you see them two years later and it's  like, what the fuck
happened to you? A shame really.


Back at the condo I park the Jeep in our parking lot. That's rare for me
as I usually need to park in the next building's larger lot. Most everyone's
home at this hour so it's understandable the spot I get is way the fuck in
the  back of the lot. Inside I find Chubby still napping and Robby
apparently still  jumping Danny's battery. I unwrap the baby back ribs and put them
in a shallow  baking pan with some apple juice and brown sugar. Then cover
the pan tightly  with aluminum foil to precook in a 300 degree oven for an
hour or an hour and a  half. We'll finish them on the grille. Then after
cutting them into individual  ribs, serve them with Chubby's homemade barbecue
sauce. The sugar in the sauce  will burn if you put the barbecue concoction on
before grilling. Next I put the  boy band, 'One Directions', latest CD in
the CD player. Get that going and then  take the potatoes out of the
refrigerator. They're cold now so I peel the skin  that comes of easily, leaving the
rest of the skin on because the potatoes were  washed and the skin has good
flavor. As I'm cutting up the potatoes Chubby comes  out of his bedroom
yawning, wearing only boxer shorts. He says, "Hiya, Dylan!  You're looking
especially cool this evening." I say, "You too, bro. I see  modesty got the best
of you and you decided to put on underwear after your nap."  He's like, "Ah,
my brother peeked in at me napping in the raw." I go, "Uh huh,"  and he
wants to know what we're having for dinner and where Ryan got to. I tell  him
the dinner is barbecued baby back ribs, potato salad, and a green salad. I
lie about Ryan, saying he got a text, "Something about a mixup with his
tuition  payment." Chubby goes, "His folks are rich so that won't be a problem."
Then  Robby comes in, explaining, "It took forever because I had to take
Danny to Pep  Boys for a new battery. The old one wouldn't take a charge. Is
that ribs I'm  smelling?" I go, "Yep," and Robby leans over for a kiss and a
pat on my ass.  "Where's Ryan?" I shrug, telling him the same lie I told
Chubby.


Robby's like, "That's really odd. A text from the college office at
five-thirty on a Friday night." I say, "Yeah, it is odd and it's also a lie." As
I'm cutting up celery, shallots, parsley, and kosher pickles for the potato
salad I tell them the truth about what Ryan's dealing with. All about
Ryan's  roommate, their sub/dom sex, and the unfortunate consequences of their
relationship so far. Both Chubby and Robby sit at the kitchen bar not
interrupting as I tell them about it in some detail, mentioning in passing that
Ryan's and my buddy-sex got him in trouble with his, um, boyfriend last week.
I  guess that's what Marty has become, Ryan's boyfriend. I tell them about
Ryan  being grounded and everything else Ryan told me, plus what I
speculate. When I'm  done Chubby's frowning, mumbling, "You gay boys get into some
weird shit." Robby  says, "Not all of us, Chub." Then to me, "Is that what you
think happened? I  mean with Ryan's black eye and split lip Monday morning.
It happened because  Marty beat him up." I say, "I don't know for sure.
Ryan claims it wasn't that,  but ya know... it could be what happened. Anyway
he got cold feet being here and  just went back to his dorm to wait for
Marty." Robby says, "That Marty pisses me  off. Should we do something, Dylan?" I
go, "Fuck if I know. That's why I'm  telling you guys, I wanna find out
what you think." Chubby says, "It's a bit of  a hairball because on the one
hand it's voluntary behavior, although stupid, on  Ryan's part. On the other
hand I'd like to kick Marty's ass up and down and all  around the campus. I
like our little buddy, Ryan." Robby says, "Ditto for me,  but it is a
dilemma." I say, "Lets see what we find out either tomorrow night at  the mixer or
Monday morning. That's if we don't hear from, or see Ryan sooner."  Robby
says, "It doesn't sound to me like the chances of him being at the mixer  are
very good."


We think about that as I add a teaspoon of brown  mustard to a third of a
cup of mayonnaise and mix it well before using it as the  potato salad
dressing. Then while Chubby's getting dressed, Robby and I put on  coats to go out
on the balcony for a cigarette. We light up as I'm muttering,  "Getting
cold," and Robby says, "Yeah it's that time of year. Um, I'm wondering  why
you'd have buddy sex with Ryan if you thought he'd get in trouble for it?" I
shrug, "Like Chubby said inside, the choices are Ryan's. I guess I encouraged
 him some, but it was Ryan who initiated our quick, and I do mean quick,
buddy-sex." No need to mention the shower fuck to Robby although Ryan
initiated  that too. That's unless the rather sexy bath I gave him could be
misconstrued as  enticing him to do the shower sex. I get blamed for everything
else so I might  as well be blamed for that too. Robby goes, "Yeah, Ryan should
be allowed to  decide who he wants to have sex with. I'm not throwing this
in your face for  spite, babe, but that sub/dom crap isn't normal behavior
to start with and you  see where it's gotten Ryan." I say, defensively,
"Well, don't tell that to the  millions who participate in it. Ya might hurt
their feelings telling them  they're abnormal." He squeezes my shoulder, "I
didn't mean you're abnormal, I  mean it's, um, I don't know what I mean. It's
something that's more likely to  lead to unhappy endings, maybe. It can be
trouble, that's all I'm saying." I'm  like, "Well, I have to say it's my
opinion the majority of people show  submissive/dominant behavior in one form or
another. It occurs in many ways, on  playgrounds, in college with some
professors, in marriages, the work place, and  in the bedroom. They mostly don't
think of it as sub/dom behavior, although I  feel it qualifies if only
loosely, in many more cases than just sexual ones. Of  course there's extremes
that even I'd call abnormal." Then I think to myself, 'Yeah, anything more than
I'm willing to do is  abnormal. It's like the driver who thinks anyone
driving faster than him is a  dangerous maniac and anyone driving slower is a
moron. Convenient  thinking!'


Chubby joins us,  lighting a cigarette. "What'd we decide?" Robby says,
"Dylan still thinks we  should see if anything else develops. Ya know, see if
Ryan's beat up again, or  if he's, I don't know, kept captive in his dorm
room or something." Chubby  shrugs like, 'Yeah okay, that's all we can do at
this point,' and Robby adds,  "Personally I don't actually know much about
this shit myself, me being a 'dorky  straight' gay guy." I go, "Was that a dig
at me, Rob?" He goes, "No! I'm  probably considered a nerd for not getting
into any of the kinky stuff. Lots of  guys like some kink in their sex, I
guess." Chubby says, "I do. You don't need  to be gay to go for some kinky shit
once in awhile." Robby chuckles, "Oh sure,  Chub. What's your kinky sex?"
Chubby goes, "I like feet for one thing, but then  doesn't everyone?" Robby
goes, "No, feet smell funny," and Chubby's smirking,  "Don't get me started,
Robby. You'll have me ripping your sneakers off." I don't  know whether
Robby thinks Chubby's serious or not, but I know he is." We've  decide to wait
and see if there's a reason for further concern for Ryan's well  being. For
now we're on to lighter topics, such as breaking each other's balls  about
something one of us is wearing or something stupid one of us did at
Merrimack. Then Chubby's saying, "Ya know professors, being academics, attach  great
importance to abstraction. That may be because they've listened long to  the
music of the spheres, and reasons of the mind as deeply pedestrian as ours
are obviously not able to understand what they perceive."


I look at him  funny like, "Are you under the influence of a banned
substance by any chance?"  He laughs, "See! Right there is an example of how
college is fucking up my mind.  Spouting off shit like that is bound to get frowns
from guys, but chicks  immediately think, 'genius'. They don't know what it
means anymore than I do,  but they don't know I don't know." Robby says,
"Seriously, what's that shit  mean?" Chubby shrugs, "Oh, I'm not sure I can
remember. Something about  intertwined relationship between the structure of
music and the physical world.  Something to do with mystical or spiritual
qualities transmitted through  composed sound." I go, "Well, you cleared that
the fuck up for me. Now my  question to you is: how am I going to get these
last four minutes of my life  back?" Chubby blows smoke at me, "I love you,
Dylan," and we exchange smirks  bumping against one another. Robby says, "I
for one am enlightened by your  discourse, Chub. Are you gonna use that
gobbledygook on some chick at the mixer  tomorrow night?" Chubby goes, "If I can
remember it, yeah." Robby says, "Oh, by  the way Dylan, do me a favor. Danny
asked if you'd give him a haircut. Just a  trim like mine. All the starters
on the baseball team are gonna have retro long  hair like from the eighties
or seventies, whenever that was the style. You know,  sorta the way the Red
Sox that year they won the world series all had beards.  We'll have that
goofy
 long hair like was popular before we were born. It's a bonding  thing, but
Danny hates paying twenty buck for just a trim, ya know, He's gotta  watch
every penny." I go, "Sure, Rob." Then Chubby goes on about me being the
best barber this side of the Mississippi river and I want to know who the fuck
is the guy better than me on the other side of the Mississippi, and Chubby
say,  "A guy named Burt, I think," and I go, "Oh, him, well yeah."


Later Chubby  grills the precooked and tenderized ribs, then cuts the ribs
off the rack and  lathers on his barbecue sauce that's sweet, but quite
tangy, as in spicy.  There's some heat in that barbecue sauce. While Chubby's
doing that, Robby makes  a salad and I cut a loaf of French bread and then get
the potato salad out on  the table. We sit down to eat with a hot and fast
rock 'n roll group, 'Walk The  Moon' on the CD player. When the song gets to
the part where they sing, "We  rattled this town, we rattled this scene!"
we yell the lyrics along with them.  Finishing up my heaping plate of food,
I'm thinking how Ryan's missing a  delicious meal and I feel bad for him. I'm
also thinking of him sitting in his  dorm room hungry and wearing a dog
collar tightly around his neck, waiting  patiently for his fuckwad roommate.
Ryan's probably sitting there alone and  scared that the fuckwad will find out
his boy-toy was naughty tonight. Balls!  There's a message for me in all
this somewhere. Of course Ryan's been down the  road he's currently on before
with different sadist he was sexually submissive  too in the past, and it
seems he's managed to find another one of their ilk. A  lot of perverted
dominant sex partners before and after his short interlude with  Robby and me.
What he's doing is abnormal, Robby's right. I give myself a pass  because I
stop short of accepting the cruelly absurd behavior Marty, and Ryan's  other
dominant partners apparently feel is just dandy. There's no 'TAKING IT TOO
FAR' for them, and maybe not for Ryan either. Then I remember Willie in
Wildwood  and the bad shape he was in. That shit can get nasty. But what to do
about Ryan?  And should I do anything since he told me a couple of times it's
none of my  business. Isn't it my business a little though, him being my
friend and  fuck-buddy, who I care a lot about?


We clean up the  kitchen after pretty much eating everything in sight. Then
we screw around while  watching a college basketball game before making a
side trip to Treadwells for  ice cream. Not one posse boy at Treadwells
tonight and I'm not sure if I'm glad or  disappointed. After Treadwells we get to
Tracy's about ten o'clock ready to do  some drinking. Friday nights are
usually crowded on the deck and tonight's no  exception. What is an exception
is the music. As we're going up the steps we  hear country music and we're
all like, what the fuck?! Same tall guy at the top of the steps  checking
everyone in. Ya gotta be a college student, but age isn't a problem at  Tracy's
speakeasy. The tall guy, who's name I can never remember, says, "Hi  guys,
it a five dollar admission tonight." I go, "You're shitty me," and he
chuckles, "I shit you not. It's country line-dancing night and we gotta pay the
DJs. Tracy hired a guy and girl who teach the line dancing as well as
DJ'ing." I  look at my brother and Robby, "Can you believe this shit?" The tall guy
says,  "Dylan, there's been a big sign right there," and he points to the
sign next to  him, adding, "It's been right here for two weeks advertising
tonight as country  night. Tracy's gotta please all demographics. Look at the
crowd!" Yeah, I guess  I've seen the sign before but never thought to read
it. Glancing at the people  on the deck I see there's guys and girls wearing
cowboy hats, cowboy shirts, and  cowboy boots and most everyone is doing
some kind of dance where you don't have  a partner. Or maybe it's that
everyone's each other's partner. That's another  way to look at it. Chubby reaches
past me with a twenty dollar bill telling me,  "I got this bro." I shrug,
then we all buy ten bucks worth of  tokens.


It looks and sounds a little  dorky, but maybe it'll be fun too. I'm
flexible and the country music that's  playing has a good dance beat as opposed to
some slow lament about losing a girl  or drinking beer or crashing your
pickup truck. Ya know, like much of country  music. We get beers and watch the
dancing from the railing spot we usually go  to. Almost done our beers the
music stops and a woman in her late twenties, nice  body and kinda cute
stands next to a slightly older guy. The guy's got maybe the  biggest nose I've
ever seen on a human. He has a microphone announcing, "Time  for some new
steps. This dance goes with songs like, 'All Summer Long', by Kid  Rock or
maybe 'Boys 'round Here' by Blake Shelton." The music starts and the guy  and
girl demonstrate some dance moves. Then dancers in the crowd try the new
dance steps a few times and the guy, who's also the DJ starts the CD, and
everyone starts doing the line dance. Chubby makes a face, saying, "What the
fuck?" We chuckle and go for another beer, but I have a feeling after a couple
of beers we'll be right out there with the other dancers. There's lots of
laughing and guys yelling smart ass comment about dancers who are doing the
wrong dance steps. Back at our spot against the railing again, with fresh
beers,  Robby says, "Danny told me this joke; A dad wants to buy his little
girl a  Barbie doll for her birthday so he's asking the sales lady how much
the  different dolls cost. The lady tells him, 'Workout Barbie' cost $19.95
and so do  'Shopping Barbie', 'Beach Barbie' and she's telling him about many
other  Barbie's that cost a little more. The man's rolling his eyes and
then spots a  Barbie that cost $265.00 and asks why it cost so much. She says,
'That Divorce  Barbie. It comes with Ken's Car, Ken's House, Ken's Boat,
Ken's Computer, one of  Ken's friends, and Ken's balls on a keychain." I get
the divorce theme with  'Divorce Barbie' ripping Ken off for everything he's
got, but I don't want to  laugh until Robby said, Ken's doll balls on a key
chain. Heh heh, that strikes  me funny. The Ken doll lost his balls in the
divorce. That 'Divorce Barbie'  turns out to be a real bitch!


Tracy's has space heaters  around the deck so it's not all that cold up
here. By our third beer we're  trying the line dancing, at first mocking it,
but by the forth beer we're all  into it and having fun insulting each other's
missteps. I'm also trying  accidentally on purpose to bump into the cute
guy's ass in the line right in  front of me and Chubby hitting on the same
guy's girlfriend. Robby's trying to  concentrate on doing the dance steps
correctly of course, being that he's  conscientious about anything he does. The
majority of dancers have a beer in  their hand, us included. It's fun and
after awhile we're sweating and surging  with the crowd dancing. We dance to
something called, 'Downtown' by Lady  Antebellum, whoever she is, and 'Pirate
Flag' by Kenny Chesney, who I've heard  of, plus, 'Boot Scootin' Boogie' by
Brooks and Dunn. I gotta admit some country  music rocks pretty good. Some
of the steps have people bumping into each other  from turning the wrong way
and it results in us getting separated. I take a  break looking for Chubby
or Robby in the crowd, then go over and get another  beer. I'm at our railing
spot smoking when Tracy comes over and grabs hold of my  bicep nodding his
head toward the apartment. Holy shit, I'd forgotten about  Tracy. We work
our way to the back door and go inside. Tracy says, "I've been  looking for
you, Dylan," and he's leading me to the so-called spare bedroom that  looks
more like a supply room.


He closes the door and the  country music is just a faint background sound
now. Tracy mumbles, "I've been  thinking about you, Dylan. How's it going?"
and as he asks that his hand  massages my junk giving it a couple of
squeezes. "You said you like it rough,  right?" I'm a little caught off guard,
mumbling, "Where's your new girlfriend?"  He chuckles, "Not here, why?" I go,
"Oh," and Tracy puts his hand behind my head  pulling it over to his and
kisses me with his soft beard on my face real sexy  and hot. So much for small
talk. His other hand is on my ass pulling my crotch  against his. His tongue's
in my mouth and his lips make wet smacking sounds  kissing my lips, one lip
at a time, sucking on them as he's grinding his  hardening cock into mine.
My hands are on the back of his head grabbing his  stubby ponytail and
pulling on it a little, which seems sexy too. Humping,  humping, wet sloppy
kissing and slurping at my mouth and sucking my tongue as  I'm leaning against
him feeling his cock get hard along with mine. Two, three  minutes, no longer
then that until Tracy pulls my pants down, his hand gripping  my boner and
stroking it. Than a gasp from both of us as his mouth leaves mine  and he
breathlessly says, "Get around and push that ass of yours up, hands on  your
knees, please." He pulls his zipper down as I turn around and bend over
pushing my ass up. I hear the condom wrapper rip open. Looking back I see the
condom being rolled expertly onto Tracy's boner; it's shiny with lubricant.
Nice!


I'm feeling hot, aroused, and  impressed at the intensity and quick manner
Tracy's got me hot for him. This is  one very sexy and experienced dude
although he always seems to be in a hurry.  He's got the lubed head of his boner
spreading the lips of my asshole already,  and naturally he humps it right
in past my sphincter. No grass growing under  Tracy's feet. Grabbing my hips
he pushes his swollen, hard penis slowly up my  ass with me gritting my
teeth at the pain I expect from the slippery steady trip  his cock is moving up
my rectum. His good sized cock's spreading the walls of my  rectum as it
plows onward. Without the lubricant this would be hell for a few  minutes, but
it slides smoothly albeit tightly all the way up with only a twinge  or two
of pain. Tracy gasps again, mumbling, "Fuckin' feels good," and a final
hump gets his groin tight against my butt cheeks. The lube that's been
squeezed  off the condom by my tight anus warms and drools down and around to the
back of  my scrotum. Tracy swivels his hips while rubbing the palms of his
hands tightly  against my back from my ass up to my shoulders smearing some of
the lube from  his fingers. He squeezes my shoulders giving me shivers as I
squirm, savoring  the sense of being so filled up back there. He cups my
shoulders now, moans  quietly with a breathy exhale, and pulls his cock back.
Ryan's two fuck's  earlier this evening prepared my rectum for adjusting
nicely, and Tracy's second  steady but slow trip up my ass feels neutral and
then it begins feeling good and  I stifle a moan of my own. I'm finally
getting back to some normal frequency  with side sex and my ass is responding very
well after the extended layoff.  Fuck, this feels good!


Tracy mumbles, "I got ya now,  don't I, Dylan?" And he sure does as he
begins a half dozen lazy long trips back  and forth in my rectum causing me to
shudder and moan at the scintillating  sensations his cock is causing as it's
constantly rubbing tightly against my  prostate, stretching my rectum, and
teasing my anus with that big cock that's  constantly moving back and forth
in my ass, "Mmmm, ooh, ooh, yeah, mmm." Another  squeeze simultaneously on
both my shoulders and then some fast hard  penetrations, "Slap, slap, slap,
slap, slap!" Sucking in air with my back  arching and me holding my ass up
higher, he continues the fast thrusting, "Slap,  slap, slap, slap," and I go,
"Ooooh, fuccck, ooh, ooh, Tracy, umm, umm,"  breathing through my nose
noisily and fast, moaning as I try tightening my ass  muscles. Tracy feels it get
tighter and his head goes back as he groans, "Ooh,  fuck, this is hot!" I
can feel his bone-hard cock's head swelling and getting  larger and harder as
he drives it continuously up my ass, "Slap, slap, slap,  slap," and my
orgasm's on me already. Noooo! Then Tracy humps against me making  a keening
sound doing tight desperate humps against my buttock as he shakes and  I assume
climaxes into his condom. Then I squeal and hump forward with a million
flash bulbs go off in my head and the incredible sensations of orgasm get my
body shuddering as cum's shooting out fast, four steaks of cum splashing
against  a box containing plastic cups. Done his climax, Tracy's breathing
loudly as he  recklessly drives his cock inside me for another thirty seconds
while all the  fantastic sensation fire from untold numbers of nerve endings
in my rectum.  Tracy pulls his cock out and staggers back against the door.
I'm still making  little whiny noises concentrating on the fading remnants of
my orgasm. My ass is  wide open again, the lips of my anus flickering in
the air and then quivering  after the enormous stimulation they've just
experienced. Tracy's mumbling, "Holy  shit that was hot. Fuck, Dylan, your ass is
better than any pussy I've tried.  Damn, dude, this was better than the
first time too." I'm still bent over, my  hands on top of the box of plastic
cups that I ejaculated on, taking deep  breaths.


Tracy mutters, "Why the fuck  not," to himself, I assume, and his big cock,
still pretty firm, slides back up  my ass and we do it all over again for
longer then before although neither of us  has a second climax. No orgasm,
but it still gets my rectum, prostate, and happy  anus sizzling with sexual
sensations again. When he pulls his cock out of me the  second time he gives
my ass a hard loud slap, SLAP!" "Wow, that's a prize  winning ass, Dylan,"
and he strips off the condom and drops in a trash can for  anyone who comes in
here to see. Tracy apparently doesn't care. He's wiping the  condom
lubricant off my butt cheeks. It accumulated there when the tight lips of  my
asshole dragged excess lube off the condom. Tracy's using what looks like the
same rag he used last time. Another hard, "SLAP!" and he says, "Pull up your
pants, Dylan. We've been in here over five minutes." Yeah, he fuck's fast
with  minimal, but effective, foreplay and no after-play. I've got my pants up
and  we're walking through the apartment, Tracy's arm across my shoulders,
"Dude,  that was awesome. My new girlfriend, Delilah, isn't much as far as a
piece of  ass for fucking goes. You put her to shame." I sing, "Hey there,
Delilah, what's  it like in New York city... I'm a thousand miles away but
girl you look so  pretty, yes you do... Time Square can't shine as bright as
you." He laughs  squeezing my shoulders, "That's good, dude. You sing good,"
and I go, "You  should hear my boyfriend sing." He looks at me, "I'd rather
hear you sing. When  was that song out?" I shrug, "I don't know, 2007,
something like  that."


At the back door, Tracy tells  me, "Slide back into the crowd real casual
like, okay. You rock, Dylan. One of  these days I gotta take you to bed and
fuck you all night." He kinda ushers me  out the door, but Tracy stays
inside. Huh, that's an abrupt lad right there. I'd  fuck with him all night
anytime though. He's a sexy motherfucker, that one.  Jeez, my ass feels good. I
feel good. My first stop is at the bar for another  beer. Things are finally
turning around for me. Now if only I can get Ryan  straightened out, and away
from Marty, it'll be an awesome rest of my sophomore  year. Hey, I might
even learn something during the class room part of this  college  year too.


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





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