Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2015 11:21:09 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  39

DYLAN'S  SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  39


by  Donny Mumford




Inside their dorm room, Jamie has a half-smoked cigarette between his
lips. Smoking in the dorm? I reach over and pluck it from his lips, startling
him. After a drag off the butt, and while the smoke's drifting from my mouth.
I  put the butt out on the sole of my sneaker and drop it behind me in the
hall. I  grin at them waiting for a reaction, but they just shrug and grin
back at me  like two eager pups. Huh, they both look younger than their age.
They're the  same height about two inches shorter than me, and they're cute,
but with very  different looks. Dougie's borderline skinny with a very
pale complexion  made more noticeable contrasting with his extremely dark brown
hair that's  almost black. He has green eyes with sleepy eyelids and puffy
red lips. The  first time I saw him in Stop & Shop back home I thought he
looked like  a boy Dracula, but a sexy cute boy Dracula. Jamie has a bigger
body, but without  him being stocky at all. Actually he's got a hot body to
go with lots of wavy  light brown hair, brown eyes and a cooly shaped beard
of short curly  soft-looking light-brown sparse whiskers. I could see him
modeling in a  Abercrombie & Fitch magazine advertisement someday, but not
today because  he's wearing eye makeup and false eyelashes. Oh, and it looks
like he's used an  eyebrow pencil to make a  beauty mark on his cheek. It's a
duplicate of the  one Dougie's had on his cheek from birth. We've said our
'hellos' and Jamie's  just asked me, "Should we get naked now, Dylan?" I go,
"Ha! You wish. No, come  here a second, Jamie." He comes over right in front
of me, a little too close  actually. He's batting his false eyelashes at me
until I pull them off one at a  time, saying, "You're too cute to be fucking
up your appearance with this shit."  I take my handkerchief out and wipe
his eyes smearing the eye makeup and telling  him, "Personally I like guys who
look like guys, not guys made up like girls.  Don't you?" As I'm wiping his
beauty mark off his cheek he stands still, his  face up, whining, "Dougie
put this makeup on me." I glance at Dougie, who's  smirking and smelling the
back of his wrist looking at me. He shrugs and grins,  "He does whatever I
tell him. I thought it'd shock you." I say, "Don't be a  prick to your
boyfriend, that's not cool." The eye makeup brings back a memory  of long ago when
Willie plucked my eyebrows and put some eye makeup on me too.  The
ballsiness of it put me in a submissive mood, so I of course let him do it  enjoying
my cock boning-up tighter and tighter at the time, but when he went too
far with it I made him stop. Huh, those were my innocent days so long  ago.


"Why don'cha go wash your face, Jamie," and as he goes over to the sink,
Dougie's saying, "It was just something fun to do. I put lipstick on him too,
 but he washed it off when I came out to meet you." Jamie yells over, "And
for  the record, I do not do whatever you tell me, Dougie. That's total
bullshit!" As  he's saying that he's drying his face with Kleenex. I roll my
eyes, kids! Then I  go, "I thought you two were in love," and Dougie says, "We
are in love, aren't  we Jamie?" Jamie's using more Kleenex, shaking his
head, "I don't know. Maybe  puppy love, at the most. I think it's more like we
got a crush on each other,  but whatever it is, it's way cool." Done drying
his face, Jamie comes back over  to stand at attention in front of me again, h
is head back a little, grinning and  cutely, asking, "Do I look okay now,
Dylan?" I ask, "Are you two sure you're  nineteen?" They both giggle, and
Dougie says, "Yes, we're quite sure. And looks  who's talking, you look younger
than we do." I go, "No I don't, and anyway looks  and maturity are two very
different things. You two are awesome though, I'm just  breaking your balls
about the maturity thing, and no... we're not getting naked  right now,
Jamie. You're both getting your hair shampooed and then a haircut, so  take off
your shirts." They're doing that with Jamie saying, "Don't cut my hair  too
short this time, okay?" I'm taking off my long sleeve shirt, then my
tee-shirt. I don't want hair clippings on either shirt because I'm wearing both
to the mixer tonight. When we've all taken our shirts off, I run my fingers
through Jamie's hair, asking, "When's the last time you shampooed this
hair?" He  shrugs looking at Dougie, "When was it, Dougie?" Dougie says, "Um, I
think we  took a shower sometime last week. It was that midnight shower, so
we'd be along  in there." Jamie says, "Yeah, that's right," then to me, "He
wanted to fuck me  in the shower. Can you imagine that? I said no fucking
way, what if somebody  comes in for a piss or something?"


Now that their shirts are off I notice both of them have a stale scent
about them, but their deodorant is keeping BO in check. Yeah, they smell stale,
 but boyishly sexy too. Looking around their dorm room, I see a lot of
dishevelment and then spot a straight back chair with clothes piled on it. I
put  the clothes on one of the beds, then carry the chair over facing away
from the  sink. "Who's first?" Jamie sits in the chair, saying, "We flipped a
coin and I  get to go first." Dougie's lighting a cigarette now, so I
ask,"How many  cigarettes do you guys smoke a day?" Jamie says, "More than a pack.
We took your  advise and bought a couple of cartons in Salem, New Hampshire.
They're almost  half priced there compared with here." I mutter, "Yeah, but
if you really want  to take my advise, don't smoke!" Dougie grins,
inhaling, and then blows a smoke  ring towards me. From my satchel I take the short
hose with the spray attachment  and hook it to the spigot, then get the
water the right temperature and wet  Jamie's hair while combing it from front to
back. Looking down at his face and  inhaling his scent I get this huge urge
to kiss him, but resist because I'm  suppose to be the experienced one here
and not some horny sex novice who can't  control himself. It's just that
Jamie looks so hot with those little chest hair  between his tight pecs and
all. Glancing over at Dougie, I see he's staring at  me, I go, "What?" and he
asks me, "Are you getting horny for my boyfriend? I saw  the way you looked
at him." I blush a little, mumbling, "Get fucking real! I was  deciding what
haircut would look good on him, that's all." Dougie comes over  smirking at
me, then leans down to lock lips with Jamie, who's hand goes behind
Dougie's head holding their faces together. Dougie rubs over both of Jamie's
nipples, his fingers drifting through the little bit of chest hair. There's lots
 of wet mouth sounds and then Dougie licks Jamie's face and now both boys
have a  tent pole in their laps. I go, "Jesus Christ, will you let me do
this!" Dougie  holds his cigarette to Jamie's lips, saying to me, "I'm just
agreeing with that  look you gave him, Dylan, this boy is sexy hot." Jamie
exhales the smoke,  saying, "Light one for me, Dougie"

I shampoo Jamie's hair in a haze of cigarette smoke. After rinsing out  the
shampoo suds I lather his hair up again with the shampoo I brought with me.
 His hair needs a double shampoo, and anyway I like messin' with his hair.
Dougie's hovering around watching my every move. He holds his cigarette
between  his teeth with him talking around it, "Can I do that for awhile,
Dylan?" Jamie  says, "No, Dougie! You don't know what you're doing." Laughing,
Dougie says,  "Like I've never shampooed my own hair. Can I, Dylan?" I shrug
and reluctantly  say, "Yeah, why not, have at it." After rinsing off my
hands, we switch places  and he works his fingers through Jamie's hair, mumbling,
"This is cool. Your  hair feels different than doing my own." Oh brother! I
light a cigarette myself  now because Jamie's right, if you can't fight
them, join  them. He told me he started smoking because Dougie was always
smoking up the  dorm room. It's like when I'm not drinking booze and someone else
is, to me  their breath stinks. I take one swallow of beer or whatever
they're drinking  and, ta da, I can't smell anything on their breath.  Weird!


Dougie's trying to convince  Jamie to get a buzz cut like mine. He says,
"Come on, Jamie, we'll be the three  buzz- cut musketeers." Jamie says, "I'd
look like a dork with a buzz cut."  Dougie's like, "How do you know, you've
never had one! Oh, and Dylan said we  both have good shaped head's. Remember?
It was during the last haircut he gave  us. Didn't ya, Dylan?" I'm like,
"Did I? That was three months ago, I can't  remember." He goes, "Well I
remember you said that, and our head shape sure as  shit hasn't changed in three
months." Jamie says, "Rub my head like Dylan does.  Massage my scalp." Dougie
goes, "Ick, you've got dandruff on your scalp," and  Jamie says, "Bullshit!
I've never had dandruff in my life." Fucking kids, ya  know?


They goof around as I lie  back on one of their beds smoking and thinking
about Robby, wondering if any of  the other guys that went to Boston with him
are gay or bi, other than Danny I  mean. Wouldn't that be something. Maybe
I oughta consider a three-way with Danny  and Robby like Danny suggested.
Two jocks fucking me hard with their hard bodies  bumping against me. That'd
be hot, but Ryan's got a hard body too and he was a  jock in high school.
Yeah, but that fucking Marty! If he cuts me out of side sex  with Ryan there's
gonna be some shit hitting the fan. Jamie says, "Dylan, the  shampoos
getting cold and Dougie won't rinse it out." Dougie goes, "Not until  you agree to
get a buzz cut with me. You said you might when we got our last  haircuts."
Jamie's like, "I did not. You talked me into the short haircut like  yours,
but it wasn't anything like a buzz cut." Dougie says, "How about if  I...."
and he whispers something in Jamie's ear. Jamie goes, "Oh, um okay, but
you better not fucking back out, Dougie. I'm not kidding! Swear you'll do it."
 Dougie says, "I swear. Why not, I wanna do it." I get off the bed as
Dougie  starts rinsing the shampoo out of Jamie's hair. Jamie tells me, "Okay,
Dylan,  I'm going along with Dougie. I'll get a buzz cut, but does it need to
be as  short as yours." I'm like, "Oh, you don't like mine, huh?" He quickly
says, "Um,  not that it doesn't look cool on you, because it does. That's
one of the reasons  I'm willing to try it." I go, "Well you're right about my
buzz cut anyway. A  normal one is like a half inch, mind's too short. So
you think my buzz cut looks  good on me, huh? Okay, so what's the other reason
you're now agreeing to a buzz  cut?" They both start chuckling, then Jamie
asks Dougie, "Can I tell him,  Dougie?" He's like, "Go ahead, I don't care,"
and Jamie says, "He's gonna rim my  ass and get his tongue up inside my
rectum licking off the shit residue there."  Dougie says, "There better not be
any shit residue in there. You're suppose to  clean your ass first, and
anyway I'll probably shoot some water up there to  clean that shit out just to
be sure." Huh, an enema. I'd like to see  that.


I casually mention, "Well, I  think rimming is hot although it's not
something most people do. Not that it's  real rare either, and not just with gays.
The anus of both sexes is packed full  of sensitive nerve endings. Are
either of you submissive or dominant during  sex?" "Whaddaya mean?" I go,
"During your sex acts, who's the dominant partner  in charge? You know, who
controls the other?" They go, "I dunno, both of us?" I  say, "Yeah, that's cool
too." Huh, I would have thought Jamie was the dominant  one because Dougie's
shy at times, but then it was Dougie who topped Jamie  during the only sex I
know of between them, so I just don't know. A 'bottom' can  be the dominant
sex partner too of course, but it's usually the 'top' in my  limited
experience. Or, like Jamie and Dougie claim, neither is dominant which  might seem
the case to them, but there's always one who has a little more sway  than
the other, not that needs to be an important factor. I ask for a towel as  I'm
plugging in the hair dryer. The roommates exchange 'looks', then Dougie
says, "We don't have a clean towel. That's why Jamie was drying his face with
tissues. Um, tomorrow's our laundry day, or some day soon anyway." I look
around  their messy dorm room and see a towel under one of their desks.
Picking it up I  smell it and it smells okay, plus it's dry. Snapping it to get
some random  matter off the towel, then I use it to dry Jamie's hair, asking,
"So, you've  decided on buzz cuts." They shrug, "Yeah, we wanna see how we
look with a buzz  cut, don't we Jamie?" he says, "No, but I want you kissing
and licking my  asshole so I'll reluctantly get the buzz cut." Turning on
the hairdryer I comb  through his partially dried hair until it's thoroughly
dry. Then Jamie gets up  and I moves the chair away from the sink, then pat
the seat. He makes a face,  grinning a little, then sits back down.


Now for the real fun. It fun  for me running clippers over a cute guy's
head of long hair and seeing tons of  hair reduced to a half inch in a few
minutes. It's somehow seems sexy to me.  Sometimes my dick gets stiff doing it,
or even from getting my own hair cut.  Like when I'm sitting docilely
letting Sonny cut my hair really short or the  times I sat submissively in the
barber's chair while Willie told some old barber  how he wanted my hair cut
ridiculously short. Those are very submissive acts on  my part. The reverse
seems to be true when I'm shearing a boy's head though.  Then it's a dominant
sensation, and for me, like I said, it's also borderline  sexual. I think I
picked-up the sexual vibe of haircutting from Dodger just like  I picked-up
smelling the back of my hand or wrist from Dougie. That happens to  me
sometimes and that's probably because of my sexually submissive nature. You  know,
I'm influenced more easily by cute guys. Primarily I'm submissive, but on
the other hand, like Ryan, I can get excited being dominant too. Times I
'top'  during sex or when I'm cutting a guys hair really short. That said, it's
rare  that I'm a 'top', and even when I do I can't be nearly as dominant as
versatile  Ryan. I kinda admire that in him. Combing through Dougie's four
to five inches  of hair to get out any tangles, I'm looking at his face and
he seems really  nervous about this. Putting the comb down I lay my hands on
his shoulders, and  say, "Jamie, listen to me. I don't want to do this buzz
cut if you don't want  it. Don't let Dougie talk you into something you'll
be miserable with." Dougie  says, "He wants it! Don'cha, Jamie?" Jamie's
hesitating, then he picks up my  handheld mirror off the little table next to
the sink and looks at his hair.  I've combed it all forward now and now his
bangs cover half his  eyes.


Dougie comes over and pushes  the palm of his hand up Jamie's forehead
pulling the bangs back flat on his  head. "It'll look sort of like this and show
off your cute face, roomie." Then  he kisses Jamie's lips, saying, "Please!
I'll rim your ass afterwards, I  promise." Jamie grins dropping his head,
muttering, "Cut it all off, Dylan. I  want to see what I look like." I ask,
"You're sure? Last chance," and Dougie  says, "He already said he wanted it,
twice actually," which makes me glance at  him. He goes, "What? What's wrong
with me wanting to try a buzz cut for the  first time, and wanting my
boyfriend to get  a buzz too so I won't be the  only one?" I shrug, muttering,
"Nothing, if Jamie's okay with it," and put the  half inch attachment on the
clippers. Combing his bangs up I run the clippers  down the middle of his
head. There's no changing his mind after that. Oh my God  the pile of wavy
light brown hair that falls off the back of his head and down  his back to the
floor is almost surreal. It's hard to fathom how many hairs are  on a human
head. Both Jamie and Dougie feel the half inch strip of hair with  their
fingers. Jamie's looking at it with the handheld mirror he's still  holding.
"Holy shit!" he exclaims. "Oh my god, I'm fucked now." I push they're  fingers
away and run the clipper over his head next to the half inch cut and the
same avalanche of hair slides to the floor. I'm using an Oster 76 professional
 clipper and it plows through hair like a sharp knife through butter. The
clippers are second hand, bought on Ebay, but they work like new. In less
then  five minutes almost all of Jamie's pretty hair is on the floor around
him, or on  his shoulders and lap. Big bunches of light brown hair, and now
I'm going over  his head a second time hearing the sound of the clippers
snipping off minuscule  hair endings making the buzz cut perfectly even, crisp,
and tight. The guys  haven't said anything since the first cut down the
middle of his head. Jamie  hasn't even felt it after that first time. His
shoulders are slumped as he holds  onto the mirror that's hanging between his legs.
Most barbers use the trimming  clippers to square off the hairs at the nap
of the neck, but I taper them a  little for a neater look. Then I outline
around his ears. He looks even younger  than before with this buzz cut and I
need to fight off the urge again to hug and  kiss him.


I take a deep breath, then  say, "All done, Jamie," and I can't resist
rubbing his head. He has a bit of a  widow's peak that's a little more
pronounced now than I remember from three  months ago, but other than that this buzz
cut is a good look for him. His hair  is dense enough that his scalp doesn't
show and he does have a nicely shaped  head, which is important for a buzz
cut to look good. Jamie makes a face lifting  the mirror and looking at
himself, his other hand is feeling back through his  crisp buzz cut. He mutters,
"Dork, that's what I look like, I knew it!" and  Dougie says, "NO! You look
sexy, Jamie!" Jamie tries not to grin, but he does a  grin anyway,
mumbling, "Anyway it looks better than I thought it would." Looking  up at me, he
says, "Thanks, Dylan. Maybe I'll get used to it in time." I mutter,  "Another
ringing endorsement." I'm brushing the cut hairs from his shoulders as
Jamie stands up brushing hairs off his lap. Then I give the back of his neck a
squeeze pulling him against me for a hug, asks, "Friends still?" He shrugs,
"Sure, and you're still our idol too." Grinning at him I give him a kiss on
the  side of his forehead, muttering, "You look good with any haircut,
Jamie."


Dougie's brushing hair off the chair as I'm dragging it back to lean
against the rim of the sink. Jamie's still staring at himself in the mirror
rubbing his head, mumbling, "Feels weird." Dougie sits down saying, "Will ya go
slow, Dylan? I like it when you shampoo my hair." I nod that I'll do his
shampoo  slow because it's what he wants and I like doing it. It  takes about
ten minutes to give Dougie a long double shampoo as Jamie watches us  and
smokes, occasionally holding the lipped filter of his cigarette to my lips
for a drag. Nobody says anything so perhaps it's a sexy experience for them
too.  I know it is for me. During the shampooing of Dougie hair I decide I
enjoy the  slightly more pronounced BO on him. It goes with the slightly stale
scent from  lack of bathing and combines in my head as a sexy scent. It's
not like's Ray's  BO scent, no one's like Ray's, but it's male and boyish and
not unpleasant to my  olfactory glands. I kind of like it. I didn't notice
BO so much on Jamie so  maybe he's more conscientious with deodorant usage.
After dragging the  shampooing out as long as I can, even doing a conditioner
treatment, I finally  need to dry his hair roughly with that same towel and
then finish drying it with  the noisy hair dryer. He actually has a
beautiful head of hair when it's this  clean and conditioned. It shines and it's
almost a shame to buzz it all off, but  that's what he wants so I'm more than
happy to oblige.


I tell him the shampoo's finally done and Dougie stands up and moves the
chair for me while saying what I basically was thinking before beginning
Jamie's  buzz cut, "Now for the really good part, Dylan." Dougie smokes through
the  entire haircut as the clippers shear through Dougie's hair easily and
globs of  dark hair fall to the floor or his shoulders and lap. The feel of
five inches of  silky hairs by the thousand sliding off the back of my hand
to land on the floor  is so awesome. I get a nice semi-boner doing Dougie's
buzz cut, especially when  I'm going back over his head pressing the clippers
firmly against his scalp  creating that sound of little bits of additional
hair being clipped off and  making the buzz cut just that tiny bit shorter.
Dougie's buzz looks tighter than  Jamie's because his hair's so dark and
contrasts with his pale complexion. It's  the exact same length as Jamie's, it
just looks shorter somehow. Jamie exhales a  lung full of smoke, saying,
"Wow, you're is extra short, Dougie," as he feels  Dougie's bristly hair. On
the plus side Dougie's hairline is straight across his  forehead, which is the
ideal hairline assuming it doesn't start receding  prematurely.


As I'm putting the barber stuff back in the toiletry kid, Jamie asks, "Do
the three buzz-cut musketeers get undressed now?" I say, "First we have a
beer  to celebrate your new haircuts." I get three beers out of the satchel
and open  them. We all light cigarettes. I sit on the desk chair and the other
two sit on  the edge of a bed talking about their haircuts and their
freshman year  experience thus far. Mostly they talk about themselves and the sex
they have  together, which is frequent. They've both 'topped' although
Dougie does it much  more often than Jamie, who claims he prefers feeling a hard
cock up his ass. He  claims it's so much better than he even fantasized it'd
be and he'll even  suggest Dougie do him again at times. Dougie says, "He
can't get enough of my  seven inch snake." Jamie hunches his shoulders,
saying, "Oooh, the thought of it  makes me shudder." A boy after my own heart. I
tell them I'm pretty much like  Jamie, and Dougie says, "Hell, I'll service
you both. This isn't my first rodeo  ya know. I fucked a kid all through my
senior year and he liked it as much as my  boyfriend, Jamie, does." They've
both been into themselves so much it doesn't  seem to me they've been doing
much of anything with other freshman. I suggest  they try making some
friends. Friends made in college can be friends for life.  They need to get out a
little and mingle more. I tell them about Tracy's  speakeasy, a good
gathering place to meet other freshman. They've already heard  about the speakeasy,
but so far they've been hesitant to go. I tell them, like a  big shot, "Oh
guys, I'm on Tracy's A list. I'll take you over and introduce you  to the
bouncer and Tracy himself." That's if I ever remember the bouncer's name.
Jamie asks, "What the A list?" and I go, "Um, it's a list, ya know. Well, I'm
not exactly sure what it is myself. I just found out I was on it, but it
implies  special treatment I would think."


Pony bottles are only seven ounces of beer so we finish them pretty
quickly. I wanna save the last three for afterwards to sort of ratchet down the
emotion level when we're done the sexy three-way. Done our beers, Jamie asks
again, "Do we get undressed now? I go, "Yep, but control yourselves when
you see me naked. I don't want you two attacking me, tying me up, and taking
turns fucking me," which is exactly what I would want them to do, but I'm
pretty  sure that ain't gonna happen. Dougie goes, "Euuu, that sounds hot."
We took our  shirts off earlier, they dropped theirs on the floor where they
stood near the  door. I folded both my tee-shirt and long sleeve shirt
neatly and placed them on  a shelf in their closet for safe keeping. Now we all
step out of our sneakers  and pull our socks off, sticking a sock in each
sneaker, then I line up the  sneakers in the closet. My skinny jeans come off
and I fold them too and put  them with my shirts. I'm wearing these clothes
to the mixer later tonight so I  don't want them wrinkled. We all pull off
our underwear, and then the three  jockey shorts gets tossed near the door in
a heap. I say, "After our sex we'll  close our eyes and chose a pair of
underpants to wear. If you get your own, too  bad." They both look at each other
grinning at that as they both unconsciously  play with themselves. Dougie's
also smelling the back of his wrist making me do  the same as I look at him
noticing his whole body's as pale-complected as his  face. He's very slim,
but his stomach is flat and overall his body's kinda  skinny-hot somehow.
His skinny legs have fine dark hairs on the calves and I'd  like to rub my
hand up through those little hairs. He's got the short dark hairs  on his
forearms too and very dark pubic hair, but no other hair on his body  except his
buzzed head, cool narrow black eyebrows, and a tiny patches of  underarm
hair.


Jamie has the more normal  hairy calves. They're covered with light brown
curly hairs, but very little hair  on his forearms. He's got that strip of
sparse curly hair between his pecs and  regular curly pubic hairs that's a
little darker than the other hair on his  body. He also has a sprinkling of
hair on his really hot-looking pink ass. I  don't see hair on Dougie's
buttocks, but he may have some around his asshole. If  not, he's a rare one like me.
Jamie's the sexiest of the two as far as I'm  concerned because of his
skimpy beard and the muscle definition in his torso,  arms, and legs. "Have you
ever lifted weights, Jamie? Or worked-out on one of  those muscle building
apparatuses?" He shakes his head, and Dougie says, "Hot  bod on that kid, huh
Dylan?" I go, "Yeah, he's hot, but so are you, Dougie."  They both blush
and, damn, they're cute together. Like I said, they're both  playing with
their junk with Jamie's cock being on the small side of normal at  maybe a tad
under five inches, where Dougie's on the other side of normal with a  penis
at least seven inches long. Mine's in the middle at six inches, just about
the perfect size for me.


"What should we do now,  Dylan?" I go, "Why ask me? Whaddaya wanta do?"
Jamie goes, "Well, you're our sex  guru, so we thought...." I go, "Guru, huh?
As far as I know there's no right or  wrong way to have a sexy three-way. Ya
just need three people who wanna do it  together, like us. So if you're
asking me what I'd like, I'd like to see you two  recreate that make-out you had
in the chaise lounge on the balcony that time.  That was hot." Jamie says,
"Yeah, I'm up for that," and he puts a hand behind  Dougie's neck pulling
their faces together and I see his tongue coming out as  their lips meet. They
both close there eyes and hump gently against each other's  privates as
they kiss with their arms around each other's neck in quite a sexy  embrace.
Neither of the boys seems the least bit self-conscious about being  naked,
which is a little odd. I mean, they're used to each other I imagine, but  I'm
here too. I discouraged then from getting naked last September and they've
never seen me naked until now. Not that they seemed especially impressed by
my  awesome body.

Hmmm, maybe I'm a bit of a  pervert, but seeing these two young cute guys
making our like this is a turn on  for me. I can watch a movie where
male/female lovers make out, or even simulate  sex, and it's like a big fat yawn!
Two young males making out though, well  that's so fucking sexy. These two do
a lot of low moaning as the fondle each  other while making-out, and there's
lots of wet mouth noises too. Lot of saliva  being swapped as well, very
much like when I make out. After maybe a minute and  a half they move their
heads apart, flushed in the face, their slightly stiff  cocks listing to the
side as they gasp for breath. Then Dougie says, "Ya want a  little taste of
my hot boyfriend, Dylan? Tell me how hot you think he is." I  mumble, "Yeah
okay, sure. I'll give you my guru opinion," and I get Jamie's face  between
my hands and lick up from the bottom of his chin where his beard grows,
through both the boy's combined drooled saliva, dragging my tongue over the
hairless part of chin, and then suck on his lips before pushing my tongue in
his  mouth. He's stiffens for a second and then melds into me hugging around
my waist  holding my crotch against his as he kisses back, moving his tongue
against mine.  Holy fuck, he is hot. His scent, stale as it may be and with
just a touch of BO,  gets in my head and I want to eat him up with a spoon.


My dick is apparently much  more sensitive to this sort of thing then
either Jamie's or Dougie's because I  immediately spring a hard boner. It's
pressed between our bellies so Jamie  definitely has gotta be aware of it. He
keeps up the gentle dry docking against  it as I'm rubbing my hand over his
buzzed head and moving my face against his,  me getting wickedly turned-on by
his soft sexy whiskers. I hear an aroused quiet  moan slips out, and I'm not
even sure if it came from him or me. Our bodies are  moving against one
another as we kiss and suck each others mouths and it's  simply sexy as hell.
I'd go on longer with the make-out except Jamie slides his  lips off mine and
with the sides of our faces together he's gasping, taking deep  breaths next
to my ear. Dougie comes over and acts like a referee at a boxing  match
separating us with a hand on each of our chest pushing us apart as he  laughs,
"What the fuck, Dylan! Are you trying to steal my boyfriend?" We step  apart
with Jamie looking at me grinning. Ah ha, now he's got a nice hard five
inch boner and it's sticking straight up too. His hand goes to it and he
strokes  it, saying, "Dylan's a hot make-out, Dougie." Dougie mutters, "Ya don't
say,"  and goes at it with Jamie again sucking his mouth and rubbing
tongues, then  sloppy kisses for another minute while I give my nice feeling boner
a couple of  strokes. No precum yet but my cock feels good and my nuts are
on alert. I can  sense some activity down there already.


Feeling frisky, I get on my  knees and squirm between them as they
make-out. I want a taste of young cock.  So, taking first Dougie's long slightly
hard cock in my fingers, I stroke it a  few times before putting it in my
mouth. Mmmm, nice. I'm sucking and licking the  head only. Jesus, the taste of
his cock and their combined body scents gets in  my head, and now precum
drools out of my hard cock and my shoulders do a little  shudder of arousal.
Their sexy stale scent is something extra I hadn't expected,  not until they
took their shirts off earlier. I hadn't especially thought much  about it since
then, until now getting between them, and WOW! Both their  stomachs are
touching my head... Jamie's belly against the back of my head and  my forehead
against Dougie's. When I've sucked and licked his cock's head until  it's
hard and pulsating, I take some of the shaft in my mouth and run my tongue
along it while sucking on it. Dougie's feet begin to shuffle and ten seconds
later he pushes Jamie away, arching his back like he's gonna spunk. His
cock's  still in my mouth when he grabs my shoulders and humps his hips pushing
his cock  past the gag reflex area and into my throat. I work my stomach
muscle for just a  few seconds before he goes, "Aaaaaah," jumping backwards
pulling his cock from  my throat and mouth, yelling, "Holy shit, Dylan, I
almost blew my load down your  throat! What was that?" Sitting back on my ankles,
I mumble, "Some deep  throating, why?" Jamie says, "My turn, Dylan." I'm
like, "Well, get around here  in front of me then." He slides in front of me
holding his cock out with his  fingers, arching his back pushing his crotch
towards my face. I grab the shaft  of his hard pecker sucking and licking it
while he's making all kinds of  grunting sounds. Bobbing my head, inching up
on the five inches of shaft little  by little until the head pushes into my
throat. Jamie can't take the stimulation  even two seconds before he jumps
back, yelping, "Holy shit, that's awesome!" His  boner's sticking proudly
five inches straight out from him, it's so hard it  looks like a pink wooden
carving of the perfect boner. You know, not  pretentiously long, just the
right width, and a beauty of a helmet head with a  bubble of precum balance at
his pee slit. Then it rolls down the shaft of his  boner to settle on his
nuts. Cool!


Dougie's taking deep breaths  while ripping open a condom packet, saying,
"Go ahead, Jamie, you get on down  there with Dylan. Hands and knees, both of
you." That's hot, but I try for cooI  shrugging and rolling my eyes at
Jamie. I'm smirking at him, like, 'What the  hell?' He gets down telling me,
"You're gonna love Dougie's cock. Oooh, it feels  so good in my ass!" I nod my
head and look up, saying to Dougie, "You don't need  that condom, ya know."
He asks, "Why not?" and I'm like, "Simple. You used a  condom with the kid
in high school, right?" He nods his head looking at me, and  I add, "Jamie
here had never done it until you took his cherry, and I have  natural immunity
to sexually transmitted deceases, so why the condom? Feel flesh  on flesh,
dude." He goes, "Oh gawd, that's an awesome idea," and I say, "Yeah,  but
for all other occasions, ones that aren't with Jamie or me, a condom is a
vital accessory for anal sex. You may not have a natural immunity like me." He
goes, "Un huh," as he puts his fist around the condom and tightly pulls the
 condom through his clenched fist dragging off the lubricant, then he
spread it  on his drooping hard boner, dropping the condom in with all the other
debris on  the floor. His cock shines with lube and I'm really anxious to
feel it up my  ass. I'm still on my hands and knees, so I push my ass up,
saying, "Let me feel  your beauty of a boner in my ass, Dougie." He grins as he
gets behind me, saying  to Jamie, "Ya see how Dylan pushes his ass up,
that's what I've been telling you  to do." Jamie frowns as Dougie puts a hand on
my hip. It's the hand he extracted  the lube off the condom with and it
slips a little spreading lube on my side.  Fuck! With his other hand he lifts
his cock and guides it to my asshole and  humps it in with both of us going,
"Mmmm, aaah!" Both his hands are gripping my  hips now and he's pushing his
boned-up cock steadily up my ass with firecrackers  going off inside me. I
yell, "Not so fucking fast, Dougie. Fuck!" I look back at  him, "That hurts!
Let my ass adjust, will ya?" He mumbles, "This is how I do it  with Jamie,"
and I look at Jamie, saying, "And it hurts like hell, right?" He  shakes his
head, "Um, no, not really. It feels awesome. I like him ramming it  all the
way up inside me. The first time he did it like that I shot my load  right
then and there."


I'm staring at Jamie, "You're  shitting me." He shakes his head, "Nope, I'm
serious." I go, "Well, I have a  normal rectum, Dougie, so push the last
foot of that boner up my ass slowly." He  laughs, "You wish it was a foot,"
but he pushes in slowly now, and hot damn it  does feel mighty good with me
needing to stifle a long moan of sexual pleasure.  Don't want to give Dougie
the idea his cock is something special, although it's  a good one alright.
When he's leaning against my buttocks, fully impaling me, he  rubs both hands
up my back spreading more lube from his slippery lube hand. How  the fuck am
I gonna clean that off before the mixer? I don't complain though  because
it's too late anyway, plus my rectum feels really good and I'm  concentrating
on that. Dougie leans over to the side reaching for one of his  cigarettes
laying on his desk. In the process of doing that he pulls about three
inches of his boner out of my ass. After lighting the cigarette he takes a deep
drag and exhales the smoke in my direction. The smoke encircles my head as
he  straightens up and pushes the three inches of boner back up my ass. I go,
"Oooh,  mmm, that's nice, Dougie. Nice boner, dude." He mutters, "Thanks,"
leaning down  to me, pulling the same three inches of boner pulls out of my
ass again, he's  holding the cigarette down to me for a drag. Turning my
head to the side I take  a big drag off it while tightening my ass muscles. My
shoulders shudder as  sizzling sensations off my prostate have me holding my
breath before exhaling  the smoke. Dougie straightens up and leans against
my buttocks with the exposed  three inches of his boner going back into my
ass and I go, "Mmmm, oh fuck, mmm.  Keep doing that." He asks, "Feeling okay
now, Dylan, huh?" I nod my head  stifling another moan. Jamie says, "Light a
cigarette for me, Dougie." He passes  his half smoked cigarette to me, "Ya
wanna finish this, Dylan?" I take it as he  leans over withdrawing the three
inches of boner again. The other four inches of  bone still inside me is
pulling my rectum wall in the direction he's leaning. I  grunt, "Oooh, jesus!"
Dougie chuckles as he lights two cigarettes humping the  three inches of
boner back up my ass and giving my shoulders another reason to  shudder.
Really feels good, then it gets better as he leans the other way to  pass one of
the cigarettes to Jamie. That move stretches my rectum in the other
direction and precum drool down the shaft of my cock along with my shoulders
spastic shudder. Dougie's apparent lack of concern about the effect his
movements have on my ass are interpreted by my brain as him being dominant and  that
gets me licking around my lips trying not to moan again, but it's fucking
hot.


With his cock pleasantly way  up my ass, him leaning against my buttocks,
we all take a couple of drags off  our cigarettes and now there's a haze of
cigarette smoke around all three of us.  Jamie asks, "Why don'cha get on with
fucking Dylan so I can have my turn?"  Dougie chuckles, saying to me, "He's
anxious for it. I told you Jamie can't get  enough of my cock." I mutter,
"Yeah? Can't say I blame him," and he snorts,  "Dude, I gotta fuck Jamie four
or five times a day and he still isn't  satisfied." Jamie yells, "That's a
lie, Hamilton! It's not just me, you nag me  to let you fuck me most of the
time." Dougie blows out a lot of smoke chuckling  again, then grinds his
hips moving his boner inside my rectum and my back arches  as I exhale smoke
moaning, "Mmmm, Dougie, that's, mmmm, ooh, ooh, fuck." He's  unaware, or he
just doesn't care that his boner's teasing my rectum enticingly  with his
every movement. Still talking to Jamie, he goes, "I do not nag you,  Jamie. I
suggest we do it and right away you're ripping your pants off playing  with
yourself." I'm aroused and sexually turned on, so I shout, "Can we put off
the cat fight until later? Please!" Holding my cigarette butt back towards
Dougie, he takes it and leans over to his desk dropping the butt in an ashtray
 with his cock sliding out of my ass and then back in as he stands straight
 again, asking me, "Are you anxious too? Heh heh." I mutter, "You could say
that,  yeah." With his cigarette between his teeth he grabs my hips again
and withdraws  his cock while I do a long, "Ssssssshh," sound and then it's
," Slap, slap,  slap, slap," sounds in my ears with Dougie's fingers digging
into my side  pulling me back into his hard fast thrusting. Awesome familiar
sensations buzz  sexually in my rectum. My anus sizzles with pleasure and
I'm groveling a little  under Dougie's hard trusting. His pounding against my
ass builds up incredible  sensations of pleasure and my head hangs between
my arms absorbing them with me  constantly groaning as quietly as I can. I'm
desperately trying to be cool with  this, except it feels so good I need to
moan and soon I hear myself going, "Mmm,  oooh, ooh, aaah, aah, Oh Dougie,
ooh, fuck yeah," and just when he's really  gotten into an grove and I sense
my orgasm right around the corner, he pulls his  boner out leaving my ass
opened-up and quivering with mind boggling sensations  spreading out from my
rectum. My whole body shudders at the abrupt stop of  stimulation. I look
over and Dougie's mounting Jamie, who like Dougie, has a  smoldering cigarette
between his teeth, smoke coming out of his nose and mouth  at the same
time. He's looking back at Dougie while exaggeratedly pushing his  ass up.
Dougie chuckles, "Be patient you cute fucking thing." What he really  should do
now is slap Jamie's ass a few times hard, except I guess they're not  into
that. Fucking shame really.


Dougie's mumbling, "It feels  a little different without the condom, Jamie,
but maybe not as much as I  expected. Tell me if you notice much of a
difference," and he pushes his boner  the rest of the way up Jamie's ass in like
one fucking second. I cringe at the  thought. And holy shit, I've never seen
anyone arch their back as much as Jamie  does, his head back, his neck's
stretched, and a little vein in his forehead  pulses, as he moans, "Aaaaaah,
mmmmm, that's awesome, Dougie. Fuck me!" The way  his back is arched it's
like he's a contortionist or ballet dancer or something.  Dougie's hammering
away right from the start. "Slapslapslapslap." A grunt from  Dougie with every
thrust of his hips as he's driving his seven-plus inches of  wood up
Jamie's ass fast and hard. Cigarette smoke coming from both of them like  a couple
of locomotive's. Both boys' faces are bright red and both of them are
noisy fucker's too. They loudly moan and curse and smoke with their cigarettes
clamped between their teeth, inhaling and exhaling with each moan and groan
of  sexual pleasure. These two are smokin' hot together and it looks like
they've  been getting plenty of practice doing this too. Jamie's body sways
forward with  each hump up his ass and Dougie pulls him back with each
withdrawal,  "Slapslapslapslap," for two minutes straight, fast and hard. Then
Dougie  abruptly pulls his long boner out of Jamie. They're both gasping for
air.  Dougie's boner is now sticking almost straight out from his groin, all
seven  plus inches of hard cock. It's shiny with lubricant and there's also a
spattering of anal matter from Jamie's ass. Dougie puts out both their
cigarette  butts and light two new ones, passing one to Jamie. Both of their
cocks are so  tight they barely moves when their bodies move. Dougie takes a
drag and while he  exhales, he asks me, "Ya want another cigarette, Dylan?" I
mutter, "Nah, there's  so much second hand smoke floating in the air who
needs a cigarette." He  chuckles, then both boys exhale long streams of smoke
in my direction. I'm  waving my hand at the smoke for all the good it does
me. Dougie holds his  cigarette between his teeth again, drags on the
cigarette exhaling through his  nose while he gets a good tight grips on both my
hips. He doesn't even need to  hold his boner in his fingers to guide it to my
asshole. It's so tight it barely  moves as he leans in and the head spreads
the lips of my anus again.  My  boner tightens-up some more and drools
precum as I realize that sloppy cock was  just up Jamie's ass and now it's going
up mine with part of Jamie's ass on it. A  moan of sexual arousal slips from
me, "Mmmm," as Dougie plugs the head of his  cock past my sphincter,
asking, "Do I still need to do it slow?" My shoulders do  their shudder as I gasp,
then say, "Nope, give me all you got,  stud."


Where'd I ever get the idea  he was shy? He pushes his cock up inside me
the same way he did in Jamie's ass,  and I'm filled up back there almost
instantly. Not for long though because  he spastically pulls it right back out
past my sphincter muscle. Muttering  curses, he humps it right back in sending
chills and shivers around my body. He  starts fucking me as hard and fast
as he did Jamie. "Slapslapslapslapslapslap,"  my body constantly squirming
under the pounding Dougie's doing to my ass. First  off, how can he last this
long fucking both of us? An secondly I'm gonna seem  like a newbie because
my climax is building towards climax at supersonic speed.  It's coming on me
like a runaway freight train and I'm holding my breath making  little, "Ah,
ah, ah," sounds. That's all I can manage what with the sensations  of climax
shouting to my brain. My brain tries dealing with that, plus a million
sexually sensitive nerve ending screaming at it along with this thought in my
head: Jamie's ass matter is now inside me! My orgasm's right at the tipping
point, my eyes tightly closed watching the fireworks exploding in my head
as  Dougie breaths out loudly, leans against me and goes, "Umpth," and a
squirt of  cum hits my bowels setting me off. My back arches, muscles clench,
and then a  hard stream of cum pumps from my nuts, my whole body shaking. I
need to drop  down onto my forearms, my face laying on my arms with me
clenching my body's  muscles pumping more cum out of my cock. This second stream of
cum hits me under  my chin as Dougie grunts pulling his cock out of my ass
with a string of cum  attached to the head of his throbbing cock. A
whining-sounding gasp from Dougie  as a streak of his cum shoots up my back before
he can move over and plug his  boner back up Jamie's ass. Now he's humping
him wildly, jostling Jamie so hard  he pushes him flat on the floor, Dougie
hoping up off him continuing to fuck his  ass. Jamie yells, "Fuccccck!"as his
hard boner gets pushed to the side, the  gaping pee slit looking right at me
and when he climaxes he shoots a stream of  cum just under my dripping
boner. That flying stream of Jamie's cum must have  traveled four feet before
landing on the floor. The next stream of his orgasm  splashes against my side
as he moans, going limp. There's a spastic shudder from  him and once again
his body get's stiff as the last spurt of cum plops a few  inches from the
head of his softening cock. Now he's limp once more, moaning  quietly laying
spread eagle on the floor without moving. We're all breathing  loudly as
Jamie's cum drools down my side with my own cum dripping off my chin  onto my
arms and Dougie's cum cools on my back and drools out of my ass. I'm a  mess
of cum and lubricant.

No more movement from any of  us, just the three of us breathing deeply and
savoring the fleeting after

effects of our orgasms. The  boys' combined scents is swimming around in my
head all funky and stale, but  boyishly sexy just the same. Glancing  at
those two I'm wishing they were  laying on top of me. Dougie's eyes are closed
as he runs his fingers over  Jamie's crisp buzzed hair, his nose against
the back of Jamie's neck. Dougie's  spunk, quite a lot of it, has drooled out
of Jamie's ass and run down his left  butt cheek, but he seems obvious to
it. He has a little smile on his face, a  contented lad after being fucked
well. I kinda envy Jamie because these sexual  experiences are pretty much new
experiences for him, and it's wondrous to  realize how awesomely fantastic
gay sex actually is after fantasizing about it  for four or five years like
he probably did. I obviously still love sex as much  or more than anyone, but
the early discoveries can't be duplicated for  intensity. Hell, I was so
enchanted by it I even begged fat Carl for it and he's  repulsive to me now.
Back then though he was my god giving sexual pleasures that  I previously was
never imagined possible. Jamie and Dougie have begun squirming  together
and chuckling about something. Ah, young love.


I groan getting to my feet,  then says, "How 'bout helping me wipe this cum
off me." Jamie says, "I can't get  up. Dougie's laying on me." Dougie
groans, then gets up, pushing off Jamie's  body, asking, "How'd you like my
fucking, Dylan?" I go, "It was very hot stuff,  Dougie, very hot indeed, dude."
We're walking through the cut hairs that lay on  the floor on our way to the
sink. The hairs stick to our feet, but the grunge  boy doesn't even notice
as he says, "Well, Jamie and I have been asking you to  do a three-way with
us for the past two months. So now ya know what you missed."  I shrug,
mumbling, "Yeah? I thought you were just kidding around." I'm trying to  brush off
the combination of dark brown and light brown hairs stuck to both my  feet.
The truth is, I ignored their suggestion of a three-way back then because
I was working on reducing side-sex at the time. No need to go into all that
with  Dougie though. The used washcloth I put on the rim of the sink earlier
is still  here. It was put there to soften the area at the back of the
guys' necks during  the shampoos. I wet it and wipe my chest, neck, and chin.
Handing it to Dougie,  I'm mumbling, "See if you can gets Jamie's cum off my
side and the spray that  hit my back, plus that shot of your cum you streaked
up my spine." He laughs  taking the washcloth, saying, "I was trying to
hold it in to shoot up my  boyfriends ass. Just that one squirt got on you. Oh
yeah, I shot some in your  ass too, but most of it went up Jamie's ass."
Jamie's sitting up feeling his  butt cheek, "Ewwww, fuck! Your spunk's all over
my ass, Dougie." Dougie mutters,  "So what's new about that, ya hot shit?"


Done wiping randomly at the  cum on me, Dougie wipes his cock with the
washcloth as Jamie walks over saying,  "Wipe my ass, Dougie." That
skunky-smelling washcloth is getting quite a  workout. I dry myself with the towel from
the dirty laundry bag. The one I dried  the guy's hair with, then glance at
their heads. They look so different from how  they did an hour ago. Buzz cuts
look better when they've grown for a week or so  and the hair follicles get
rounded out a little at the ends. Now they look a bit  severe and bristly.
Still, I think they look cool and I rub both their heads at  the same time.
They stop wiping with the washcloth, dropping it on the floor,  and rub
their own heads making faces at each other. Jamie says to Dougie,  "You're an
asshole, you know that?" "Whaddaya mean?" and Jamie's like, "For  making me
get this buzz cut. I look like a dork." Dougie's like, "Nooo, not a  dork. Um,
okay, a little bit like a dork... heh heh." Jamie goes, "Oh yeah?  Guess
what this buzz cut reminds me of. Your tongue up my ass, that's what. Get  to
it." Dougie says, "Yeah, I know, I know. I wanna do that, but let me recover
 a little first. Christ, I just fucked big loads out of both of you guys. I
need  to catch my breath." Then to me, he says, "You think I could be one
of those  domain guys?" I frown at him, "What, domain? Oh, you mean dominant?
Yeah, you  probably could. You should do some research on Google and see if
it appeals to  you two." Jamie asks, "Can you show us?" I go, "No, sorry.
I'm not especially  dominant. I mostly like being submissive during sex.
That's what rocks my  boat."


Jamie says, "I think I'll  dominate your ass, Dougie," and Dougie goes, "Go
ahead and try." l'm slowly  shaking my head, mumbling, "Will you two stop
bickering. Come on, lets have that  other beer now." Grabbing a beer from my
satchel and opening it, Dougie reaches  out first, so I give it to him. He
asks, "Didn't we have Rolling Rock when you  gave us haircuts last time?" I
say, "Maybe, I don't remember." I give Jamie a  beer and open mine as we
drift over to the beds. I sit in the desk chair again  and they sit on the side
of one of their beds. We all light cigarettes, then  Jamie says, "I'm hooked
on smoking now, thanks to the bad influence of my  roommate." Dougie says,
"Yeah, but it's smoking hot to smoke cigarettes while  fucking, ain't it,
roomie?" Jamie says, "Yeah, it is," and I say, "I don't get  why it makes the
sex hotter, although I know other guys who smoke while having  sex, so
you're not the only guys who do it." We smoke and drink our pony bottles  of beer
talking about sex in general with those two describing some of the hot
sexy straight guys in their classes that they perv on. Then Dougie asks me how
to rim because he wants to do it right. Jamie wants to know too, and of
course  they bring up the 'shit factor'. "Doesn't it taste like shit?" I go,
"You really  don't wanna rim a dirty ass. If the guy's not clean, just forget
about it."  Jamie asks, "Have you ever rimmed a guy with crud on his
asshole?" I think about  Dodger's poor wiping habits and then lie, "Absolutely
not!" Actually that is my  new policy. Rule number 181 in my submissive handbook
goes: 'The ass needs to be  clean before rimming, or forget it!' True, that
wasn't my policy back a year or  so ago, but it is now. I go, "For me to
rim somebody I gotta really like him  too, along with him being considerate
enough to clean himself inside, as well as  out. You can only get your tongue
in there a little anyway. You know,  considering your tongue's not very
firm. That means the guy only needs to clean  inside his ass an inch or so. He
needs to get a washcloth or something up his  ass when he showers. An inch is
probably more than's necessary, but it's a good  rule to follow.


Finished our beers Dougie wants to clean  Jamie's ass before rimming him,
and he wants me to help. I ask, "Ya got another  washcloth besides the
cum-soaked one?" Jamie goes through their laundry bag  coming up with a thin
previously used washcloth." I say, "That's good. You can  push that up his hole
using your finger, Dougie." Jamie rinses it out at the  sink, then squeezes
out most of the soapy water, saying, "That's from the dried  soap in the
washcloth mostly." I can only imagine what else was dried in that  rag. I tell
Jamie to bend over and spread his butt cheeks. He does and Dougie  and I lean
over for a look. I'm highlighting points of interest, "That's your  cum
around his anus, Dougie, and there's some lube that scraped off your cock.
You'll probably want to clean that off too." He nods his head, mumbling, "Damn,
 that looks tight, don't it?" I'm like, "Yeah, it's a tight rose bud, but
that  baby can open wide enough to fit your fist in it if it's stimulated
properly."  He goes, "A fist? Ya gotta be shittin' me." I shrug, "That's what I
hear, but  I've never done it." Dougie rubs at Jamie's anus with the
washcloth as Jamie's giggling, saying, "You're doing such a good job of cleaning
my ass I'm gonna let you wipe it from now on after I shit." Dougie chuckles
too,  muttering, "Don't hold your breath waiting for me to do that, but you
got  yourself fucking cute ass here, McFarland," and he pushes the
washcloth inside  Jamie's asshole using his index finger. It doesn't go in easily as
Jamie's ass  muscles tighten around the finger, and I go, "Push it in
further and twirl it  around. Then pull it out and see what you got." He does
that and then we look at  the washcloth. Dougie's frowning looking closely,
then he looks at me, saying,  "There's some brown shit remnants, but not much,"
and I go, "You wipe your ass  good, Jamie." Dougie uses another part of the
washcloth and does it again  twisting the thing around in Jamie's ass. He
pulls it out and we look again,  "That's pretty clean, Dougie. You'll maybe
notice a bit of an acrid taste on  your tongue, but it won't last."





Jamie's looking back at us,  "Can I let go of my butt cheeks now?" I say,
"Just a second." Winking at Dougie,  I push my finger in Jamie's asshole,
then a little further, and he's like, "Hey,  what's that?" I'm feeling around
in there until I hit his prostate and then  start rubbing it with Jamie's ass
closing on my finger tightly. His ass is  wiggling with Jamie going,
"Aaaah, aaah, aah, mmmm. Oh, what the fuck ya doing  back there?" then he stumbles
away with my finger pulling out making a  subtle,"plop," sound. I'm
laughing, "That's your prostate, Jamie." He goes, "I  knew that," as he lights
another cigarette, adding, "I felt like I was gonna  cum." Dougie says, "Let me
have a drag," and while exhaling the smoke, he says,  "Bend over again,
Jamie, and stand still, will ya?" He rubs around Jamie's anus  with his finger,
mumbling, "If I'm going to be licking this thing I want to get  to know it."
His finger slides around Jamie's asshole and then he pushes his  finger up
his ass pretty far and rubs his prostate like I did. Dougie's got an  arm
around Jamie's waist holding him as he rubs, rubs, rubs. Jamie's struggling
and laughing in between moans, "Mmm, oooh, ooh that feels good." His cock
tightens up and then, "Ummm," his hips buck and a splat of watery cum spurts
out  and then a lazy drool of the same substance. No struggling now. Jamie's
moaning  like he just had a full blown orgasm. Dougie and me grin, watching
Jamie coming  down off his faux orgasm. Dougie mumbles, "That's fuckin'
cool, huh." Jamie's  still bent over as he  pulls on his pecker a little.  He
stands-up and  points at Dougie, "I'm doing that to you, Hamilton, since you
think it's so  cool." These boys argue with each other a lot, but I'm
thinking they're having  themselves a damn good time, although it doesn't seem like
to me it has anything  to do with love. It's roommate buddy sex, which if
you can't have love is  probably the next best thing because your fuck buddy
is always available right  there in your dorm room with you.


The large amount of cut hairs  on the floor continue sticking on all of us
as we were messin' with Jamie's ass.  We take some time trying to get the
hairs off our bodies, but just spread them  around more than anything. I go,
"Fuck! How the hell am I'm going to the mixer  after this!" Jamie says, "You
can take a shower before you leave. There probably  won't be anyone
showering in the afternoon." I go, "I don't care if someone's in  there, but you
don't have a clean towel to dry with after the shower." Jamie  goes back in
their bulging laundry bag coming up with a wrinkled towel that's  still a
little damp. He goes, "This is the one we used last week, I think." I  ask, "Both
of you?" They nod their heads. Taking the towel from Jamie, I smell  it and
a slightly moldy smell to it, but it's not too bad. I go, "Okay, thanks,
Jamie," and I drape it over the back of the desk chair hoping it'll dry. It's
 warm in here with that space heater pouring out heat, but awfully hazy
with  cigarette smoke, and the boys are lighting up again. Jesus Christ! I wave
at the  smoke, asking, "Do you smoke this much all the time?" They shake
their heads,  "No, just while fucking mostly." That's probably nearly all the
time anyway, but  I leave it at that.


We try sliding the cut hair  in a pile so we don't keep stepping on them,
but they don't have a brush so  we're using two of their dirty tee-shirts
from the laundry bag and a lot of the  hair is sticking to the tee-shirts. "Do
you guys live in this mess all the  time?" Jamie says, "It's not that messy
in here except for our hair." I glance  around and see shit all over the
place. Both beds are in shambles, the covers  and sheets all bunched-up. I go,
"Oh, yeah," rolling my eyes. Robby and I aren't  fanatical about neatness in
our room, but it looks pristine compared to this  room. Dougie picks up
handfuls of hair and dumps them in a waste basket that's  already pretty much
overflowing as it is. Pizza boxes, soda cans, empty  cigarette boxes, butts,
and ashes. Jesus!


Finally Jamie wants his ass  rimmed and Dougie doesn't argue because he
actually wants to do it. As for me, I  want to watch. I've never seem rimming
done in person except for me doing it and  mostly I only see the guy's butt
and ass crack. Dougie pushes the back of Jamie  head roughly, saying, "Bend
over and spread 'em." Jamie bend over looking at me,  asking, "Do I need to
spread my butt cheeks, Dylan?" I shrug, "They can be  spread, sure, but it
isn't necessary," then to Dougie, "Why don't you tenderize  his ass a little
bit first." "How do I do that?" I go, "Spank his ass hard, it  loosens the
ass muscles some." Not that I believe that shit, but I'd like to see  a little
touch of dominance this afternoon. Jamie mutters, "Not too hard," and I
say, "Ya gotta wale away to do any good," grinning to myself. You're so bad,
Dylan... hee hee. Dougie's grinning too as he ,"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK!" on Jamie's ass and Jamie screams, "You prick, I'm doing that to you
next  time!" Dougie can't stop giggling and staring at Jamie's quivering,
red, left  butt cheek. He says, "Spread 'em, Jamie, or you'll get some more!"
That's the  spirit!


Jamie's looking back at  Dougie, "You better get that tongue of yours way
up my ass, Hamilton, not just  licking the outside." Hmmm, maybe two
potential dominant sex dudes here in the  making. I can see myself a month from now
being abused by both these cute  innocent lads. Dougie's bending over
looking at Jamie's anus again, so I say,  "Ya gotta get down on your knees to do
it right, and you're the one who's  suppose to spread his butt cheeks, not
him. That's if you want them spread, and  like I said, it's not imperative
they're spread anyway. Jamie lets go of his ass  and puts his hands on his
thighs as Dougie gets down on his knees behind him and  tentatively spreads the
butt cheeks leaning in sniffing. I hear a snicker from  Jamie as he squeezes
out a fart, then another longer one follows. Dougie goes,  "Ewww," and
jumps up spanking Jamie's ass, "SMACK !" but Jamie jumps away.  Dougie chases
him, and 'SMACK!" "OW!" SMACK" "OW" both guys giggling before  naked Dougie
wraps up naked Jamie in his arms lifting him off the ground. Jamie  continues
giggling as another fart pops out of his ass. "You little prick," from
Dougie, but Jamie's stronger and breaks free getting Dougie in a headlock
reaching back and spanking Dougie's bare ass. I can't help but laugh as I lay
back on a bed with gnarled sheets, I think it Jamie's bed. The pillow smells a
 little like him anyway


They settle down and Dougie's  on his knees again, kneeling behind a bent
over Jamie. Dougie's spreading the  buttocks and tentatively licking Jamie's
ass crack, then he looks at me, "So far  it's not very sexy, Dylan." I say,
"Get right in there and do some serious  licking, fer crissakes. Push your
tongue against his ass like you mean it." He  does an exaggerated long lap up
the ass crack, right over the anus with Dougie's  tongue way out. I grab my
dick and give it a couple of strokes. Those two are  hot together! Reminds
me a little of Dodger and Vinnie. Dougie does the  exaggerated lap again
real slow, and then licks just the asshole a few times. I  mumble, "Suck on it,
make love to it, push your tongue at his asshole and get  inside." To his
credit he really does get into it making all kinds of sloppy  mouth sounds
with Jamie going, "Aah, aah, yeah, Dougie like that, ooh, fuck!"  Half the
time it looks like Jamie's going to step away, but he doesn't. Dougie  licks
and sucks on Jamie's asshole for three or four minutes, so I finally get  off
the bed to get a closer look. His tongue's going inside a half inch or so as
 his lips suck around Jamie's anus lips. Jamie never stop moaning an
groaning,  the muscles in his buttocks contracting and loosening, contracting and
loosening. I peer over Dougie shoulder and see him stroking his boner.
Bending  down and looking between Jamie's legs I see his boner bobbing up and
down while  he moans. I'm getting a boner myself, but then with a groan Jamie
finally does  steps away and Dougie's tongue makes a sucking sound as it's
pulled out of  Jamie's asshole. Still bent over Jamie grunts, "I think I'm
gonna cum  again."


Dougie looks up at me, so I  pat his shoulder, "Awesome rimming, Dougie!
Well done." Then Jamie straightens  up biting his bottom lip as precum drips
from his cock. He grunts, then says,  "I've got a pair of hard blue balls.
Let me get off in your ass, Dylan. okay?  Please." Sure thing, I'd like to
feel hot-bodied Jamie's cock up my ass. Compare  the two, ya know. I shrug,
"Sure, Jamie," and he comes over imitating Dougie by  pushing the back of my
head roughly, saying, "Bend over," which I do, trying not  to chuckle. Jamie
goes, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" on my ass, mumbling, "Just  tenderizing it a
little like you told Dougie to do."  Quietly I go, "Ow,"  and laugh, mumbling,
"Touché." Jamie's cock hits my anus and he pushes on it  making a "Hissing,"
sound by sucking air in past his teeth as the head of his  cock spreads the
lips of my ass. He humps his hips and the head breaks through  past the
sphincter muscle as we both go, "Aaaah." Remembering me complaining to  Dougie
about going too fast, Jamie goes in slow. I tell him, "Shove it in there,
Jamie. Dougie's got me opened up and you've tenderized it so anything goes at
 this point." He pulls on my hips and thrust forward and his groin goes,
"Slap,"  against my buttocks as he five inch boner flies up my rectum. He
grinds his hips  around while almost laying on my ass and I can't suppress a
moan, "Mmmmmm.  ooooh, feel good, Jamie," and it does too. Nice undersized cock
on that kid. Not  too fat so no pain at all, just a hot feeling in my
rectum which is responding  as usual with sizzling sensations that make my
shoulders do their shudder. One  of these times I'm going to consciously try not
to have them  shudder.


Taking a deep breath, Jamie  begins ramming his boner inside me and his
cock's hitting all the right notes  too. His boner's got my rectum and anus
singing in harmony a song of nice sexual  pleasures. The kind of pleasure I can
savor without it overwhelming my senses.  All kinds of different cocks fuck
differently and all generate sexually arousing  results, none of them
unpleasant, with the worst of them being pretty fucking  good. As the sounds of
his body slamming into my buttocks, skin against skin,  rings in my ears,
"Slap, slap, slap, slap," I'm letting out bursts of  airy  breaths  with each
luscious penetration trying to keep my moans of pleasure  to myself. Jamie
fuck's me fast and hard until I feel his body stiffens and him  moan, "Aaaah,
ooh, ooh." Looking back I see Dougie behind Jamie mounting him.  There's
another cigarette in his mouth, smoke coming out his nose. Jamie goes,  "Oooh,
god, Dougie. Feels good. Hey, let me have a drag off that cigarette" The
three of us are connected cock to asshole with my cock hard and feeling left
out. Jamie passes the cigarette to me and I suck a drag through the
spit-saturated filter and pass it back. If it was weed we're smoking, how hot
would that be?


With cigarette smoke  encircling our heads the boys get in a rhythm driving
their cocks up the ass in  front of them at the same time and it's so sexy.
Jamie and I are doing the most  moaning now with Jamie winning the moaning
contest because he's fucking me and being fucked himself. Jamie gets his
arms  around my waist and holds me tightly in place as he drives his boner in
my ass,  his hips flying. It goes on until I feel sweat between Jamie's belly
and my ass  cheek as the , "Slap, slap, slap," sounds are more pronounced
now due to the  wetness. I go off first arching my back and squealing
embarrassingly with cum  spurting from my cock in fast strings, one, two, three
shots as I grovel against  Jamie's strong hold around my waist. With my orgasm
spiraling down Jamie picks  up the speed of his thrusting and I get a little
delirious, moaning and whining  at the constant stimulation while my now
flaccid cock flops around between my  legs until Jamie tries matching my
squeal, slamming into me so hard I fall  forward and the three of us land on the
throw rug with Jamie pumping against my  ass, his body already tight against
me. I didn't feel his first big shot of cum  but I sure feel the
squishiness in my rectum as he does little two inch humps in  my ass gasping, then
going limp on me. We're all laying in a heap so I guess  Dougie blasted his
orgasm up Jamie's ass about the same time Jamie shot his up  my ass. We're all
doing the normal heavy breathing until our breathing finally  return to
normal. Dougie roll off the pile first, then Jamie, pulling his five  inch limp
noodle out of my ass as he rolls off me. I feel grungy now with more  cum
drooling out of my ass and my sweaty buttocks splattered with  random  cut
hairs sticking to it.


Sitting up I'm rubbing my  face, looking around. Wow, good afternoon of sex
even though not an idea  location. Taking another deep breath I look over
at the two freshman. Their  heads together talking quietly. Then Dougie lifts
his head, and says, "Jamie and  I agree you're just as sexy as you look. We
gotta do this again, right?" I grin,  "It'd be hard to turn down 'cause you
guys are just as yummy and sexy as you  look too." They sit up and I check
my watch. It's almost five o'clock. I say,  "Lets take a shower and I'll buy
you numbnut's some dinner." They look at each  other, than shrug, with
Jamie saying, "We gotta take a shower sometime, Dougie,  it might as well be
with our idol." I mumble, "Enough with that 'idol' shit. You  guys are as hot
or hotter than me. Maybe you should be my rock stars." Dougie  stands, "No,
you have much to teach us," and I chuckle, saying, "Yes, but you  learn
quickly, grasshopper." Then asks, "What's that mean anyway?" Jamie says,  "It's
that old movie. What the fuck's the name of it with the Chinese guy and  his
Kung Fu lessons to some kid?" I shrug, "How 'bout that shower?" We close our
 eyes and chose a pair of underpants to wear. I get Jamie's and Dougie gets
mine,  which means Jamie's wearing Dougie's. I say, "Well, that worked out
swell except  I wish Dougie cleaned your ass, Jamie, before you wore these
underpants." He  says, "I've worn them all week too. They're my cleanest
pair." Oh  God!


We bring their bath gel, plus the used  towel Jamie found in their laundry
bag that's now dry at least. Jamie peek outs  the door, muttering, "No one's
in the corridor," so we scurry on down to the  lavatory in our jockey
shorts. Inside a guy is pissing and another guy's  shaving. No one's in the
communal showers though. There are six shower heads and  we take off our
underwear, making sure to put them in a dry spot 'cause well  need to put them back
on after the shower, and then turn on three shower head  and get under the
spray. Passing the bath/shampoo gel back and  forth we wash ourselves with
our hands, opting not to use the available overused  washcloths. When were
rinsing off a guy comes in naked and turns on a shower  head, asking, "Jesus,
is that you McFarland, and Hamilton? What the fucked you  guys do to your
hair, dudes?" The guy glances at me and realizes he doesn't know  me, so he
looks back at the guys. Jamie says, "What the fuck's it look like we  did with
our hair, Troy. We got buzz cuts obviously." Troy asks, "Why?" and  Dougie
says, "Because we felt like it. You got a problem with that?" Troy  shrugs,
"No, not really. It just took me by surprise. I might get one myself." I
keep my mouth shut because while 'Troy' is kind of a cool name, this particular
 Troy is not. He's overweight and not cute at all, plus he has a small dick
and  too much hair on his chest, belly, legs, and arms. Some body hair is
sexy, but  too much is not.


The arrival of Troy cuts my  shower short, and that's too bad too because I
was enjoying looking at the naked  wet bodies of my two companions with the
buzz cuts. On the other hand, I wanted  to use our laundry bag towel first.
I grab it and start drying myself, but Jamie  and Dougie didn't just fall
off a turnip truck and they're right behind me  grabbing for the towel. Troy
says, "You can use my towel. It's clean and I have  another one in there on
the sink for when I shave." Dougie mumbles, "Thanks,  Troy," and grabs
Troy's big fluffy towel walking away from Jamie and me, saying,  "Suckers," and
laughing. We share the used towel and then I leave it with Jamie  and go
after the big fluffy one. Dougie's back is to me as he's drying his ass,  so I
rip it from him and dry my nuts and back before he pulls it back. I'm  fairly
dry when I pull Dougie's underpants back on, and as we're walking back to
the room, Jamie says, "That wasn't so bad, Dougie. So, why don't we want to
take  showers in there? Who cares if someone sees us." I go, "Nobody cares,
Jamie." He  bumps my shoulder, asking, "Did you see Troy's tiny weenier, hee
hee, makes mine  look like a python."


In the dorm room again Dougie  says to me, "Jamie's the one who didn't want
to take communal showers, not me.  He thought his dick was small and afraid
someone would mock him. It is kinda  little, but so are other guy's dicks.
You're is okay though, Dylan." I give him  a 'look', but I have nothing I
wanna say to that. Walking around the room with  only my sneakers and
underwear on I'm letting the rest of my body air dry. We  argue where to eat supper.
They want me to eat in the dinning hall with them,  but I'm thinking I'll
get embarrassed if someone notices I don't have a meal  ticket. I do not need
that, so we decide to eat at Bertuccie's. That restaurant  is basically
right across the street from the chapel at the far end of the  campus so
theoretically we could walk. Having the Jeep however, we don't need to  resort to
that extreme measure. We'll drive there like civilized people. We get
dressed with me trying to talk the boys into coming to the mixer tonight.
They're not sure because they don't know what it entails and like all of us
they're afraid to make asses of ourselves doing something for the first time. I
was at two mixers last year and they're nothing special. The dorm parties
are  wilder, actually out of control at times. The mixers, especially being
held by a  fraternity at the Knight's Of Columbus, will have some Knights
around protecting  their shit. Dorm parties there's no one protecting anything.
It's a free for  all. The objective of college students at all parties is
usually to get drunk  and find somebody to fuck.


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







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