Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2015 11:27:11 -0500
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  41

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  41


by  Donny Mumford




I'm in bed next to Robby on this Saturday night following a very eventful
day for me. As I expected Robby crashes as soon as we get in bed. He falls
right  off to sleep, but in a good mood and it makes me happy when he's
happy. I don't  shine if he don't shine, and all that sort of thing. I'm staring
at him feeling  lucky to have such a sexy and good-looking boyfriend. We'll
both have hangovers  in the morning unfortunately, that's the price that
must be paid for overdoing  the beer consumption tonight. I guess it's worth it
though considering the good  time everyone had. Everyone except Ryan that
is. What Marty did to Ryan was both  sexually scintillating to a submissive
person like myself, and disgusting at the  same time. My dick got aroused at
the dominance of Marty and the submissiveness  of Ryan, while my brain
mostly felt sympathy for Ryan and hatred for that  fuckwad roommate of his.
Obviously something needs be done about the way Marty  is controlling Ryan's
life. I mean, the situation won't get better on it's own  and in fact it's
pretty much guaranteed to get more perverted. And that's  especially true if
Marty sees he can get away with parading Ryan around in  public on a leash
wearing pajamas. If he feels free to treat Ryan like that in  public, what might
he be doing to him behind closed doors? Maybe doing things to  Ryan I can't
even imagine. Ryan's already  told me Marty gives him an enema  before
fucking him, so what other nefarious things is this Marty Gilmore person  capable
of doing? I don't expect to see Ryan tomorrow at all, but Monday morning
before first class I'm going to begin deprogramming him to free him of yet
another hideous dominant sex partner... free Ryan from his latest mistake. He
 looked so helplessly pathetic last night. Not that I've figure out how I'm
going  to remedy the situation yet, and then I fall asleep before gaining
enlightenment  in that regard.


Next thing I know I'm checking my wristwatch and it's already eleven
o'clock Sunday morning. Robby's still sleeping and I've got the expected
headachy hangover, although I've had worse ones than this. Sticking to beer last
night was smart of me. Finishing off the night with shots of whiskey is not
smart, but one of the problems with drinking alcoholic beverages is the more
you  drink the stupider you get and doing something like drinking shots of
whiskey  seems like a good idea. Anyway, last night I didn't do shots, so
good for me  although that's mostly attributable to my inability to get my
mitts on any. The  bartenders were strict about not selling hard liquor to
underage college  students and thank God for that. Before the mixer the
three-way sex-a-thon with  Dougie and Jamie was sexy hot and very enjoyable... so
was the hot fuck with  Tracy late last night. Unfortunately seeing Ryan on a
leash was not enjoyable  and that's the last impression I had of yesterday
when I fell asleep. I probably  dreamt about it too although luckily I can't
remember my dreams now. The dream  has to be happening in my head when I wake
up in order for me to remember it and  that didn't happen.


I fall back to sleep and now Robby's awake and asking me something. I'm
like, "Um, what's that, Rob?" He says, "Look," so I open my eyes and see he's
holding out three Tylenol tablets and a big glass of orange juice.
Muttering,  "Thanks," I sit up and take the Tylenol drinking half the OJ with the
pills.  "How do you feel, Dylan?" He's grinning so I ask, "How do you feel?"
and he  says, "Not too bad. Do you want some breakfast? Chubby's cooking in
the  kitchen." I nod my head, "Yeah, that sounds good," and I slide out of
bed  thinking, 'Piss! I need to take a piss immediately!' After taking care of
all my  bathroom necessities and putting on a long sleeved tee-shirt and
sweat pants, I  stagger out of the bedroom to join my brother and my boyfriend
for a big  breakfast. Not much conversation, but after eating I'm feeling
partially okay.  The three of us nurse varying degrees of hangovers all day,
never leaving the  apartment. We loaf around dozing off or talking quietly,
laughing at some of the  things that happened last night. We've got the PATS
game on TV and watch as they  beat the New York Jets again, which is always
a good thing. It's not until we're  eating a spaghetti dinner around seven
o'clock Sunday night that I feel well  enough to bring up the subject of
Ryan. Neither Robby nor Chubby saw Ryan in his  embarrassing condition last
night. If they'd seen him they would have mentioned  it by now. Surprisingly
most of the five hundred people at the mixer didn't see  Ryan's doggy act. I
describe the bizarre scene as were eating and the looks of  astonishment on
my roommates faces is almost comical. They can't believe  behavior like that
can happen among normal guys like us. Sure, they're aware  that kind of
bizarre behavior exist somewhere with fucked-up people, but  theoretically not
with people Robby and Chubby would ever come in contact with,  or so they
thought. I've never confided in either of them the details of my more  bizarre
personal experiences. The shocker for them is that it happened last  night
at the mixer by guys they personally know, consequently at first they  think
I'm bullshitting them or at least grossly exaggerating the situation. Then
when they do believe me, rage is their immediate emotion. Robby yelling,
"We're  going over there right now and kick the livin' shit out of that
bastard,  Marty."


That's the first reaction, and then one of incredulousness takes the  place
of rage. How could Ryan, or anyone, allow themselves willingly to be a
part of something as fucked-up as that? Chubby's like, "What the fuck is wrong
with him? Is he  sick? Or what exactly is his problem?" That sort of
thinking, and finally some rational thought. What's the best way to deal with
this? A way that won't fuck-up Ryan while we're fucking up Marty. Going to
college authorities, like the dean or the campus police, would get Ryan in as
much trouble as Marty. Punching out Marty, while a delicious idea, doesn't
solve  the problem because Marty and Ryan are roommates. If we beat up
Marty, what's to  prevent him from retaliating by doing worse to Ryan. Then we
beat Marty up  harder and he retaliates on Ryan harder, and so forth. A no win
situation. We  need to get Ryan to change roommates and get away from
Marty's control before  pounding on Marty's ass. And another big concern is we
assume there's gotta be  cellphone pictures of Ryan on a leash. I'd have to
imagine pictures were taken  last night by numerous people. Pictures that are
probably already uploaded to  various places on the Internet. Chubby goes,
"Wait a minute! That must be what  the president of the fraternity, or
whatever he's called, was talking about.  Ryan's picture. Didn't you hear the
announcement?" I shake my head, 'no' and  Robby says, "What time was this
announcement made?" Chubby goes, "I don't know.  Um, it was some time after
midnight. This asshole pin head took the DJ's mike  and told everyone not to
mention the fraternity or Merrimack college with any  pictures posted on the
Internet. Then he gave a bunch of reason how everybody  could get in trouble and
blab blab blab. I wasn't paying much attention, but he  must have been at
least partially referring to Ryan's picture." Robby goes, "We  left before
twelve, so I didn't hear the announcement. Hey, I though it was over  at
twelve." Chubby goes, "Nah, they kept it going till one  o'clock."


I say, "Okay, but do you really think no one will mention Merrimack? How
about people like Robby and me who left early and didn't hear the
announcement?  That could be a big problem. Anyway, I still somehow need to convince
Ryan to  break off his relationship with that sick prick, Marty. Plus get Ryan
to change  dorm rooms. I know a good candidate for Ryan to room with. After
that's  accomplished we'll extract revenge on Marty, but we'll need to do
it without  Marty knowing who's kicking the shit out of him. Maybe a pillow
case over his  head before the aforementioned ass whipping." Robby says,
"He'll be pretty sure  it's us anyway, he knows Ryan's our friend." Chubby says,
"Yeah, but being  pretty sure and proving it are two totally separate
things. If we do it silently  and without telling him why he's getting the shit
kicked out of him, then he  won't be able to use voice recognition when he
goes crying to the campus  police." Robby's nodding, then goes, "The hardest
part will be convincing Ryan  to end his relationship with the sadist. Do you
think you can do that, Dylan?" I  shrug, "Won't know until I talk to him.
We all might need to talk to him, but  there's still the problem of the
pictures being posted on line mentioning the  college?"


We all think about that for a minute. Chubby's like, "That might fuck-up
both of them. Get 'em thrown out of college maybe. Merrimack won't likely be
too  happy about being made to look like a college where this kind of thing
goes on.  No college would." I say, "Maybe they'll accept the bullshit story
it was a  hazing or initiation for a fraternity and give them a slap on the
wrist." Robby  goes, "No way! Hazing on sports teams and frat initiations
are banned. They  still go on, but it only becomes a problem for those
involved if the college authorities know about it.  Behind closed doors without
anyone complaining is one thing, but blaring it all  over the Internet with
pictures throws it in their faces. What asshole's those  two were! Didn't
Marty think about the consequences?" Chubby says, "Let's check  the Internet
right now." All of us go on line and we find pictures alright, but  it appears
Marty did think about the consequences because there's no mention of
Merrimack anywhere. The pictures could have been taken at any college in the
country, or for that matter it doesn't even need to be a college mixer." It
could be a gag that a couple of guys staged just for the pictures. It could be
anything.  Robby looks up from his laptop, asking, "Do you suppose Marty
and those other asshole's emphasized that fact to all the students that saw
them? You said it was confined to that one corner of the room, right,
Dylan?" I  go, "Yeah, but they had to walk though the whole crowded room to get
there and  then walk back out. They couldn't have warned everyone not to
mention  Merrimack." Chubby goes, "How else can you explain none of the picture's
caption  include where the picture was taken? And how about these pictures
of Ryan? Do  you even recognize him? He wearing those ridiculously big
sunglasses and his  face is contorted because his head's at an unnatural angle
from that big fuck of  a collar pushing his head up awkwardly. Shit, he looks
very uncomfortable, not  to mention pathetic. Don'cha think? It'd actually
be kinda funny if it wasn't  someone I like." Chubby's staring at his laptop,
then he mumbles, 'What the fuck  is the collar and leash suppose to mean
anyway?"


I'm not going to try explaining sub/dom behavior or BDSM shit now. I go,
"Who cares, the important thing is there's luckily no mention of Merrimack.
That  surprises the shit out of me, but there it is. I know it's Ryan in
these  pictures because I saw him there in person, but I probably wouldn't know
it was  him if I was just surfing Facebook, so how the hell will anyone else
recognize  him from this picture?" Chubby closes his laptop, mumbling, "And
only partial  pictures of his roommate too. It had to be they asked
everybody not to include  him, Marty whats-his-name, in the pictures." I say, "It's
Gilmore. Marty  Gilmore." Robby closes his laptop, "You're right, Dylan,
it's a miracle not one  student disregarded the warning about Merrimack. You'd
think they'd be a couple  of asshole's that would want to see these guys
get in trouble. Freaky fucking  luck, that's what it was." Chubby goes, "Okay,
now it'll depend on whether Ryan  will listen to reason before we can get
involved. You're up first with that,  Dylan. There's nothing we can do today
though. And I can't believe I missed what  was going on." I shrug, "There
were five hundred people there and Ryan's doggy  act lasted a half hour at
most." We're all shaking our heads at the stupidity,  but like Chubby said, we
can't do anything about it today. Me and my roommates  stay in the apartment
Sunday night too. More loafing around watching, now  watching the first
half of the Sunday Night NFL game and occasionally kicking  around an idea
about what to so about Ryan's situation. When all is said and  done it comes
down to first getting Ryan to agree to terminate his relationship  with Gilmore.

We all go to bed early, but Robby and I don't get to sleep until almost
midnight. We find ourselves sliding into an especially wonderful lovers sexual
 encounter. It all started normally enough, then seemed to grow and grow
beginning with a long period of foreplay as a buildup to the sexual act. Our
foreplay developed intensity quickly which allowed me to put the Ryan mess
out  of my mind completely. Then it was all about Robby and me. On certain
random  occasions, totally unexpectedly, we both feel not only love for each
other, but  a 'need' for each other. Need, and then the love and sex to
fulfill the need.  Also feelings of mutual appreciation for one another knowing
unequivocally we  can always depend on the other for friendship, love, and
sex. It's rather  mysterious occasions like this that our foreplay and our
sex seemingly reaches a  higher level of consciousness as if some form of
cosmic energy is advancing us  many levels above the norm until it's as if we've
formed our own private  universe. Perhaps there's an energetic force
pushing us to new levels of  awareness too and we merely ride the tsunami wave of
love, sex, and need forcing  all other thoughts and concerns from our minds.
We arrive at our private naked  universe with only us on our minds. It's
our private space where we hug and kiss  and fuck tossing and turning on our
universe that's strangely very much like a  bed. Our bodies never separate
and many words of love are whispered along with  many sweet kisses and deep
lovers kisses... candy kisses with our lips like  sugar that are stuck
together for long periods of time. Our eyes closed for our  kisses and then they're
wide open in the night as we moan, squirming together  and writhing against
each other's naked body dragging precum on one another  while sucking
tongues and licking here and there and everywhere. We both moan  quietly while
licking and sucking each other's cocks in a sixty-nine position  for awhile,
then face to face kissing while rubbing our fingers in each other  hair,
grunting and moaning with intense sexual heat.


Then finally, "Aaaaaah," from me as Robby  pushes his cock up my ass giving
me goosebumps and shivers of pleasure. "Shhh,"  from Robby, as he
withdrawals his hard boner and then slides it right back up my  ass again whispering
words of endearment, then again and again. I squirm on the  bed with
unbelievable sexual sensations swarming over me, moaning,  "Ooooh,  Rob, oooh," and
then the subtle sounds of two young male lovers having sex  together echoes
in our ears along with our quiets moans of sexual pleasure  "Slap, slap,
slap, slap," sounds just barely heard as Robby's fucking me slowly,  his
engorged cock sliding tightly up my ass, me laying on my back holding my  legs
back and spread wide so my lover has full access to my body, a body that
belongs to him tonight. After a few minutes of the luscious slow fucking,
unexpectedly Robby humps his hips hard, driving that fat cock hard fast up my
ass and a, "SLAP!" sound rings out in the room startling me. I'm looking at
him  through the ambient light of the night seeing his eyes are wide as he
keeps his  groin plastered to my butt cheeks as he's grinning down at me. He
leans down and  with his lips on my ear, quietly asks, "Who do you love above
all others,  Dylan?" I gasp, my breath catching in my throat before I can
say, "Robert  Dickers is who I love above all others." He licks my ear and
draws his tongue  across my cheek until our lips suck together and his tongue
goes in my mouth and  his hips slowly begin moving back and forth,
deliciously fucking my ass once  more. My arms are around the back of Robby's neck
hugging his face to mine and  we exchange saliva and do deep kisses with my
rectum seemingly crawling with  sexual pleasure. It sexily seems to go on for
eternity... eight, nine, ten, then  fifteen minutes of bliss. There's a point
in time however when reality announces  itself and I gasp, my eyes opening
wide as enormous feeling of orgasm take  control of my brain, "Oooh, oooh,
Robby, fuck me, fuck me." as I squirm under  him. He lifts his chest off
mine, goes up on his knees, grabs hold of my hips,  and humps his sex bone
rhythmically, steadily, faster, and harder with each  thrust, "SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP"
until I squeal, Robby's hand covering my mouth, and  cum spurting from my
impossibly hard cock, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt. Muffled  squeal, squeal,
squeal, squeal at this unusual orgasm. Hot sexual sensations  have me humping
up off the mattress against Robby's thrusting and then his body  gets stiff,
a gasping whine from his lips, "Ohh, aaah, mmmm," his body shaking  as he
shoots creamy semen inside me, then another hard hump against my ass and  a,
"Oooh," from Robby as he's pouring more of his copious seed into my bowels.
Then, with a quiet moan, his body relaxes and he slowly lays on me, chest to
 chest. I drop my legs flat on the bed, a leg on either side of him while
hugging  his quivering body and kissing the side of his face as my shoulders
shudder with  the last spasms of orgasm skittering away into the night, the
energy absorbed  back into the cosmos.



We lay together breathing deeply, both  sweaty and tightly against one
another, my hand lazily rubbing up his back and  up his neck into his longish
silky blond hair. Grabbing a fistful of hair I lift  his head and kiss his
lips, murmuring, "I love you Rob, more than I even  realized." He moans, "Thank
you for saying that, and you know my love for you is  absolute and
forever." I nod my head and rock him gently in my arms, a little to  the left and
then the right, left then right, his soft cock still up my ass  giving me that
nice filled rectum sensation with his member pressed against my  prostate.
Five minutes of this and then Robby slides off me dragging his sloppy  cock
out of my ass and across my butt cheek leaving a wet trail in it's wake. He
snuggles in tight to me whispering his question again, "Who do you love
most,  Dylan? Tell me again." I trace my finger tip along his narrow eyebrows
staring  into his eyes as they stare into mine, "It's still you, Robert
Dickers, and it  always will be." He snuggles against me tighter, murmuring, "I
love hearing you  say that, Dylan. Thanks for accommodating my insecurity." I
murmur, "I'll always  accommodate you, Robert." He laughs at that, then
says, "I know that you haven't  a doubt in the world who I love twice as much
as anyone I've ever known, right?"  I go, "Who would that be, Robert" and he
chuckles again, then kisses the side of  my face, mumbling, "Robert, my
ass." We get into a silly game of whispering back  and forth the reasons we love
each other, making up goofy reasons the longer we  whisper making us laugh.
We're acting like two little kids, but compliments are  always appreciating
and later we get into another long luxurious make-out as we  again squirm
against one another panting and moaning quietly. I could do this  forever
with him. All I smell or taste or feel or hear or see is Robby... and  that's
perfection in my world. We kiss and rub our hands over each other for a  long
time, finally ending with another fuck that's faster, longer, and more
desperate. Our climaxes happen almost simultaneously and we're gasping and
grabbing at each other, both dealing with the delicious problem of overloaded
sensory neurons that overwhelmed both out central nervous system as they
attempt  handling the supernovas of sexual sensations known as climax with our
bodies  shuddering together. We're both quiet after that, and with  smiles
on our lips drift off to a peaceful sleep in each other's arms. Yes,  bliss.

Monday morning the alarm  clock brings a groan from Robby and me. I take a
deep breath immediately  remembering and savoring our love making last
night. Robby looks at me, "Do we  have time, baby? I woke up with a boner that
I'd like to put to good use." I  grin nodding my head. He kisses my lips and
rolls me onto my stomach, then,  "Oooh," as his fat boner slides tightly up
my ass. A grunt from Robby before  fast, furious thrusting sounds,
"Slapslapslapslapslap,"ring in my ears competing  with sounds of my moans and Robby's
grunts. Two, three minutes and my back  arches as I feel a stab inside me of
Robby first shot of cum against the walls  of my rectum and cum gushes out
from my hard cock under me wetting my stomach as  I lay here shivering with
sexual pleasure. Robby's thrusting slowly now, my  rectum slippery with his
cum and then he lays on me, the side of his face next  to mine. With his
lips on my ear, he says, "Nice way to start the week, baby."  Then another
minute of humping his cock up my ass before he roll off of me  sighing. "Oh wow!
I love doing that, Dylan. It went too quickly this morning  though," and
his hand go's, "SLAP" on my bare ass, "Time to get up!" I yelp,  then grab him
and hug and kiss him, "I love you, Rob." He chuckles, "Yeah, it  appears
so, baby. Come on let's shower together."


In the shower we shampoo each  others hair, Robby's long hair so full and
silky and my short spiky hair with  Robby mumbling, "I love you with this
buzz cut, Dylan. I don't know why, but I  do. You and your twin," and it all
comes back to me... Ryan's mess. Nodding my  head, I say, "I don't know if
you've got twin boyfriends anymore, Rob." He says,  "I have faith in you,
Dylan. You'll talk some sense into his head and we'll get  Marty out of the
picture somehow. It might take some time, but we'll do it." We  kiss and fondle
each others body and then wash each other. While drying  ourselves, I say,
"Robby, your love making last night and this morning was  perfection. I loved
it." He grins, "I'm doing all I can to keep us content so  neither of us has
to wander off the reservation too far, too often." Smelling  the back of my
hand, I say, "This may sound like me rationalizing again, but  when I
wander off the reservation it just underscores how much better it is with  you
than anyone else." He smiles, "Hey, we're moving in the right direction  then,
wouldn't you say?" I go, "Uh huh, fer sure, boss."


Dressed and ready for the day I carry my  backpack into the living room as
Chubby's doing the same. He gives me that  special smile that's only for me,
we kiss on the lip, and say, "G'morning, bro."  Coffees for all of us and
then a morning cigarette freezing our asses off on the  balcony while
rehashing the Ryan situation. Chubby says, "I checked online this  morning and no
new postings. It's, mums the word for all dozen or so pictures I  found."
We're all amazed again that not one person mentions the college or
specifically where the pictures were taken. Down the steps we go and we're off  in
separate cars to begin a new week of our Sophomore year. During the short  ride
to campus I start feeling nervous about confronting Ryan. Then I'm worried
he won't even show up this morning, and if he does what kind of fucked-up
condition will he be in? Nerve racking. While parking the pickup, Robby asks,
"Do  you have a plan for approaching the topic with Ryan?" I say, "Not
really. I'm  going to see how he is first. If he even shows up. He must be
humiliated to  tears so I don't want to come on too strong at first. Fuck, he's
likely to tell  me to mind my own business anyway." We walk towards our first
class, "He won't  do that, Dylan, he adores you." I go, "Not really. He's
been moody all year.  Sometimes he's in great spirits and the next day he's
down in the dumps again."  Robby says, "It's his roommate. You were right
about him. He fooled me though."  I say, "His roommate, plus last summer which
was a miserable one for Ryan. He  brings these trouble on himself of course,
that's the real  problem."


As we walk towards our first  class I see Ryan sitting on the steps of the
lecture hall. He looks okay from  here. When we get closer he sees us and
waves with a big grin on his face. He's  looking happy. Then he pick up his
backpack and comes to meet us. He gives Robby  a quick hug, then me, saying,
"Hiya, twin. You're looking cute as ever." I gulp,  "Hi Ryan, Um, how ya
doing?" It's cold enough that we see our breath. Fucking  New England winters.
He puts his arm around my arm as we walk, saying, "I feel  good. Did you see
my pictures on Facebook? Ha ha, wild, huh? I'd be a celebrity  except no one
recognizes me." Robby's frowning, "Celebrity? You're glad pictures  of you,
looking like you did last night, are online?" We're going up the steps  as
he says, "Well, it's kinda embarrassing, sure, but I don't remember a thing
about it. I was so fucking stoned. That wise ass roommate of mine got me so
 fucking high I didn't know shit. Ha ha." Robby and I exchange glances as
we go  down to our seats in front. I hate being in the front of classes, but
Robby  insists. I always go in the row first, then Robby and then Ryan sits
on Robby's  left. Before I go to my seat, I quietly ask Ryan, "Aren't you
worried word will  get out, I mean to the dean or something. You could get
thrown out of college."  He goes, "Get outta here!  Don't get all dramatic on
me, Dylan. It was some  college hijinks. Happens all the time." A big grin
from him, "I just wish I was  aware of what the fuck was going on, ya know.
Ha ha." Robby says, "Ya  better sit down, Dylan, our lovely professor's
waiting for us to be seated." I  stare at Ryan, and he goes, "What?" Shaking my
head I go to my seat and sit,  thinking, 'What the fuck?'

Ryan's reaction to his public  display of humiliation is so unexpected
it's, it's, I don't know what it is. I'm  racking my brain trying to understand.
Okay,  it's a definite plus he  doesn't appear hurt, as in beat up. I take
that to mean maybe fuckwad doesn't  know about Ryan and me fucking. I was
feeling bad figuring I was partially  responsible for Ryan being in that
situation Saturday night. I'd feel really bad  if I was responsible for Ryan
being mocked and led around on a leash looking  like a zombie. I thought it was
fuckwad's punishment for Ryan fucking me. Now I  don't think it was. So it's
a plus he wasn't hurt, but the negative part is Ryan  thinking his
humiliation is something cool, something he basically bragged  about... 'Dylan, did
you see my picture all over Facebook?' Jesus! He's not that  clueless, so
there's gotta be something else at work here and the fuckwad's  behind it.
Hmmm, or am I just jealous? No, not just jealous, although I am jealous that
Ryan's so deeply involved with his roommate. There's more to it though. Robby
 and Chubby saw it the same way I did, the only way to see it is Ryan was
made to  be the fool, the court jester. Marty put Ryan into a position to be
mocked and  Ryan should be humiliated, not proud of it. So what's next... a
naked Ryan with  a dildo up his ass being lead around on a leash in the
winter weather, perhaps.  Robby taps my notebook and I go, "Huh? Oh, yeah, Rob,"
and start paying  attention to the professor and taking notes. Glancing
over at Ryan I see him  diligently taking notes too, seemingly without a care
in the  world.


After our final class today  Robby's going to be studying film with a
couple teammates. He told me he and the  starting infielders are going to be
looking at videos of themselves batting so  they can critique each other. He'll
do that before lifting. Right now he's at  the baseball office between our
morning classes selecting the videos. Ryan and I  are having a smoke on the
steps shivering. He says, "I gotta start wearing a  heavier coat." I'm trying
to think of a way to casually get back on the topic of  Saturday night and
the reason Marty did that to Ryan. Sneaking up on the topic,  I ask, "Um,
are you lifting with us this afternoon?" He goes, "Yeah, of course."  I shrug,
"Oh good, I didn't know if you'd be allowed." He says, "Oh, you mean
because I was grounded last week?" I nod, "Uh huh. So, um, you're not in trouble
because, you know, you and me did it together Friday?" He says, "Nope, it
never  came up, but Dylan, oh fuck, dude, did Marty ever dominate my ass
Friday night.  It's a good thing I didn't go to Tracy's with you. Marty got back
early and, heh  heh, he was one horny dominant motherfucker Friday night.
Whee! He gave my ass a  couple of hard, and I mean hard fuck's. I couldn't
sit down most of Saturday  what with him spanking my ass and then fucking it."
I make a face, like, 'That's  disgusting' and Ryan says, "Don't give me
that look, you'd have loved it." I  say, "Fuck no! I wouldn't do anything with
him. I don't know how you can stand  that ass..." He says, "Don't say it,
Dylan! I'm tired of you insulting him.  Marty and I are really tight. He's
wicked hard on me, but he knows how to treat  me right too. All day Saturday he
was really sweet and last night he took me out  to dinner." I nod, "Huh.
When'd you start in on the weed?" He goes, "Oh fuck,  that was wild. Yeah, we
started smoking pot back at Rex's dorm right after  dinner. Holy shit, I
must have had five joints in a row. Marty kept calling me a  pussy, afraid to
get high, so I smoked one after the other." This sucks! I go,  "Oh, so you
smoked five joints in a row to prove you were stupid instead of a  pussy? Is
that it?" He frowns at me, "What's with you today, Dylan? Don't judge  me,
especially when you've done the same as me yourself. It was cool and hot. I
got fucked hard after the mixer too. You're just jealous." I mutter, "Go fuck
 yourself. I'd never do what you did in public!" He says, "Yeah, well I was
 stoned." Fuck him. Marty can do whatever he wants to him and Ryan will say
it  was fabulous. He's a lost cause.


I step on my cigarette butt  not saying anything. Then Ryan, probably feels
he over reacted, fakes being  excited, saying, "Hey, Dylan, our leader's
gonna be doing the film study before  we lift weights. How about if you and me
have a sexy time together? You want to,  I'd really like to. Pleaaaase,"
and he's grinning, then he rubs my head, adding,  "You know I can really nag
when I need to." He's saying everything sweetly,  trying to make up. He bumps
against me still grinning, then gooses me and my  dick moves in my pants. I
go, "Oh, um, I thought you'd want to have Marty spank  you after lifting,
or whatever he does to you. Maybe give you an enema or  something." He frowns
again, getting serious, "Dylan, don't be like that. I'm  sorry I snapped at
you a minute ago. You know I love you, not Marty. He's my  sex-buddy for
sub/dom relief, that's all. And, well, he's my roommate too, so  it's like
convenient, ya know. Aren't you happy for me?" Before I can answer  Robby joins
us, "Hey, do you twins wanna get a hot chocolate or something in the
quad?" Ryan says, "Yeah, Rob, hot chocolate sounds good. I'm freezing." Can I
believe this shit? I'm not doing a very good job of deprogramming Ryan. He's
deprogramming me into believing everything's swell between him and the
fuckwad,  and that him and me are still 'swell' too.


We all get hot chocolates from the machine. Hot water and powdered
imitation chocolate mix. It taste a little bit like the real thing except it's
watery and it has a weird aftertaste. But, hey, what the fuck do I expect for a
 dollar? When we're sitting at a table Robby says, "Ryan, you seem awfully
blasé  about being led around like a dog Saturday night. It wasn't a pretty
picture,  dude, and could have been a big problem if the college was
mentioned with any of  those postings." He goes, "Tell me about it, but Marty took
care of that by  telling everyone around us not to mention Merrimack." I go,
"If just one person  ignored that and mentioned Merrimack you and your
asshol.., um, your roommate  would have been tossed out of college." He's
nodding his head, "Yeah, and Marty  was scared shitless about that when he sobered
up. He apologized for putting me  in danger like that. It won't happen
again, he gave me his word on that. It was  ballsy as hell though, wasn't it." I
make a face at Ryan and Robby asks, "What  the fuck's wrong with you, Ryan?
Ballsy? It was  about the stupidest thing I can think of. What am I saying,
it was the stupidest  thing I've ever seen. Christ, I could never even
think of something like that.  It was sick actually. Who the fuck does something
like that?" Ryan looks at me,  like he expects me to stick up for him. I
look down so Ryan looks back at Robby,  and calmly tells him, "Rob, it's like
BDSM shit. You know, the master/slave  stuff some people are into. Marty and
I play at it like a sex game, but mildly,  not doing hurtful stuff." Robby
says, "You think that was mild? Are you out of  your fucking mind?" Ryan's
pouting now, mumbling, "You don't understand. Okay, I  get that. Lets talk
about something else."


We drink our imitation hot  chocolate in silence. Some threesome, huh?
There's very little said between us  until after the second class when Robby
asks, "What should we do for lunch? Ya  wanna get something in the quad?" I
mumble, "I don't care," and Ryan just  shrugs. Robby takes a deep breath, then
says, "Okay, lets clear the air. Ryan,  I'm sorry if I insulted you. I care
about you, that's all. It's your life  though, so it's not my place to butt
into it, and I'm sorry I did." Ryan shrugs  again, then mumbles, "That's
alright, I'm fine. We're good, but I think I'll go  to my room and skip lunch
if it's okay with you guys." He wasn't being sarcastic  when he said, 'if
it's okay with you guys.' so that's good. He seems hurt that  Robby and I are
so disapproving of his act Saturday night. As he walks away with  his head
down I feel a little hypocritical for criticizing him so harshly,  especially
when I myself have done similar stuff. Of course I didn't do it in  public
which I think is a big difference, but still I was a little too critical.  I
say, "No, Ryan, wait! Don't go to your room. I'm sorry too. Have lunch with
us, please." He turns around and I see his eyes are wet, so I go, "Come
here and  give your twin a hug." He tries not to smile, but half a smile breaks
out as he  shrugs and wanders back to give me a one arm hug, muttering,
"I'm sorry for  disappointing you two."


So, it's a little awkward for  awhile, but by the time we're done our lunch
at McDonalds everything has pretty  much blown over, although I still
believe he needs to get away from Marty. I'll  try a different approach though
because Ryan has feelings too, and I hurt those  feelings. Since he knows I
like being submissive during sex he thought I'd  understand, even if Robby
didn't, and I let him down. Coming out of McDonalds I  put my arm across his
shoulders and give him a hug. He looks up at me grinning  and leans into me,
asking, "We friends and lovers again?" I nod my head, look  around, then kiss
his cheek near his lips. Jesus, catching his scent close up  like that my
cock tightens and I need to pull at my jeans allowing my cock to  rest
sideways in my pants. Robby's walking around to the driver's side of the  pickup
as he's unlocking the doors. Ryan reaches up to open the door looking at  me,
saying, "You know I love you, Dylan. You're the best friend I've ever had
so  please don't abandon me. And really, um, if you think I need help, then
help  me," and he stares knowingly into my eyes. Now what the fuck am I
suppose to  make of that?


One more class today,  Monday's the only day we have three classes. It's
always good to get today over  with because it's pretty much down hill from
here. College is equal parts study  and classes where in high school it's mos
tly classes, a lot more of them then at  college. As college students we're
suppose to take on much more of the  responsibility for learning ourselves.
Less hours in classrooms, which is  awesome, but that necessitates us putting
in more hours studying on our own and  that's where mister conscientious,
Robby, comes into play. After last class he  says, "How about we dedicate
three hours Wednesday morning to getting ourselves  up to date with assignments
and study material? This semester's finals are only  ten days away. We'll
need to do our study group the next two Friday afternoons  and Wednesday
mornings. A few baseball players will be joining our study group  Friday
afternoons and lets make the most of the time. Okay, guys?" Ryan and I  nod,
rolling our eyes at each other, muttering, "Okay," but we're not thrilled  about
it. For one thing we don't have a class on Wednesdays and now half the day
will be taken up by college related work, and Friday afternoon/nights are for
 winding down, and normally it's a party night. The positive in all this is
we've  got three weeks off coming up right after finals. It's our winter
break,  formerly known in the old, more accurate times, as Christmas  break.


Last class is kind of  interesting and between note taking and the
professors interesting presentation  the time seems to fly by and then, just like
that, we're done for the day.  Walking out of the building Robby asks,  "We're
scheduled for lifting this  afternoon, right Ryan?" He goes, "Yep, but I
need to be somewhere at four-thirty  so I'm hoping we can lift within the
hour." Robby looks at his watch, saying,  "Yeah, I'll stop in at the baseball
complex to view some videos and meet you  guys back at the apartment within
the hour. You've got your Mini back, right?"  Ryan goes, "Yeah, I picked it up
Saturday afternoon, but it'll have to go back  to the shop. They screwed up
the hood latch and it flew up on Marty when he was  driving the Mini on
route 93. We've got it tied down so I can drive it at  least." What? He lets
fuckwad drive his Mini? I ask, "It must have scared the  shit out of you when
the hood came up, huh?" Ryan shakes his head, "I wasn't  there. Marty took
Rex into Boston in the Mini. The dopes had the top down too,  heh heh. But
Jesus! I had to listen to him yelling at me so loud I thought my  cell phone
would break... ha ha. So, yeah, it scared the shit out of him  alright." What
the fuck? He let Marty drive into Boston with that asshole Rex?  Christ,
I'm lucky if I get to drive it at all, and always with Ryan doing  backseat
driving in my ear the whole time!


Robby says, "Here, Dylan, take my backpack  to the apartment. I'll see you
guy's around three o'clock or so. We'll do our  forty-five minutes of
lifting and Ryan can make his four-thirty appointment. See  ya," and off he goes,
jogging away. That reminds me, "Um, Ryan, I was thinking  of going with you
jogging in the mornings. Get in good shape and all that. What  time do you
jog?" He makes a face, "Oh, that might be a problem. Um, Marty and  Rex jog
with me. The three of us jog three mornings a week at six o'clock sharp,  six
until seven. We do six miles so it's a pretty fast clip." I'm not happy
about jogging with fuckwad and Rex, but I need to spend more time with Ryan if
 I'm going to talk some sense into him. I go, "No, that's alright, I can
try  keeping up." We're walking towards Ryan's dorm now and I assume to where
his  Mini Cooper's parked. Ryan says, "Gee, oh man, this is so fucking
awkward! I'm,  ah, I'm really sorry, Dylan, but Marty wouldn't like you jogging
with us." He  looks at me, "Please don't get mad, but he hates you. He says
you dis'ed him."  I'm like, "WHAT? I didn't dis him." Ryan goes, "That's what
he said. Oh and  according to Marty, and I vehemently disagreed with him,
he claims  your're a bad influence on me and that you're  jealous of him. We
had an argument about that, a big argument." I'm flustered,  "Ryan, I saw
Marty last Friday and he was cordial to me. It didn't seem like he  hates me."
He goes, "Oh my God! Yeah, Friday afternoon right? He came into the  dorm
bullshit pissed-off. He said you're stalking me and, um, why were you
sneaking around our dorm anyway?" Now I'm  really pissed-off! I yell, "What a
crock  of shit that is. I was not sneaking around your fucking dorm! I was
worried  about you and I wanted to see if you were alright. Before I could knock
he came  out and told me you were tied up with something." Ryan laughs,
"Yeah, I was. I  was tied up naked with my own Velcro strips. The ones I've used
on you. I was  tied up every place you can think of too. It was hot! I'm
telling you, Dylan,  you need to suck up to Marty so we can all hang out
together. We'll be Marty's  submissive boys together. It'd be so sexy, and with
you there it'd be perfect."  I go, "I'll start sucking in with him right
after I'm elected president of the U  S of A." He goes, "Oh, you'd love it.
Marty's a much better dom than I am to  you." I ask, "So, do you do whatever he
says, is that it? And if I don't suck up  to him you can't be friends with
me?" Ryan's like, "I'm friends with you. He  doesn't tell me who I can be
friends with. I'm still going to class with you,  and doing lifting with you,
and study groups with you... aren't  I?"


We're standing at the steps  to his dorm now. I ask, "That's all you're
going to do with me. Can't we just  hang out together when we feel like it?" He
goes, "I'm working on that, Dylan."  I make a 'face' and he goes, "No,
really I am. I want to hang out with you, and  Marty's giving me a little more
leeway lately too. He just likes it when I'm  with him. He says he likes to
look at me, and I know, it's stupid." I mumble,  "I'll say it is. Hey, didn't
those retard asshole's from last summer drag you  along with them wherever
they went so you were handy when they felt like abusing  you? What's the
difference between them and your roommate?" He frowns, "I know  it seems kinda
like that, but Marty's nice to me too and they never were. But I  have been
missing you. And I'm, um, glad you miss me too." I squeeze the back of  his
neck, then pull him against me and get right to the point, saying, "Couldn't
 you drop him, Ryan? For me? Please." He asks, "Do you love me?" I go, "You
know  I love you, ya nut. We've got a lot of history together, you and me.
How about  it?" He bites his bottom lip, then mutters, "Oh man! I hate,
hate, hate saying  'no' to you, and I always have hated it." I'm like, "Then
don't say 'no'." I'm  smelling the back of my hand frowning at him because I
can tell he's choosing  fuckwad over me. Ryan reaches up pulling my hand away,
saying, "Why are you  always doing that?" and he pulls my hand over and
rubs his nose against the back  of it. He gives my hand a squeeze, then lets go
of it grinning, "Oh, that's why  you do it. You smell good." I say, "Let me
smell the back of your hand." Ryan  laughs, "No, that's too weird, plus I
don't smell as good as you." I say, "To me  you do." He's like, "You're not
making this easy for me, are you?" I say,  "Forget it. Just come on, lets get
to the apartment and you can fuck me fast and  hard. Whatever you like. Tie
me up or spank me, whatever you want." He says,  "Don't get mad, but first
I gotta run upstairs and check in. Then I'll be right  back, okay?" Without
waiting to find out if it's 'okay' he dashes up the steps  and goes inside
the building. Through the glass front door I can see him running  up the
stairs inside now too. He's gotta check in with fuckwad... don't be late,  Ryan,
you might get grounded again. Oh brother!


This truly blows. I'm second fiddle to his roommate now, and in days gone
by Ryan used to fawn all over me. It wouldn't be so hard to understand if
Marty  were cute or sexy in any way, but he isn't. He's an oaf, a dull looking
oaf, and  a bully. That's right up Ryan's alley apparently. I wonder why
Ryan feels he  needs to be punished though? Yeah, that's what his obsessive
attraction to  dominant types who abuse him has got to be about. Punishing
himself, but for  what? What's he need to be punished for? And for me the real
ball buster is this  unfortunate fact: the more I can't have Ryan, the more
I want him. I drop  Robby's backpack and light a cigarette telling myself,
'Wear gloves from now on,  ya moron! It's cold out here.' I smoke half the
cigarette telling myself to  remember to ask Ryan why he didn't answer my
texts last Friday, then remember he  was all 'tied up'. I'm muttering to myself
about how Ryan's 'checking-in' with  his fuckwad master is taking quite
awhile. Then someone rubs their hand over my  head and gooses me at the same
time. I whip around and see a laughing Travis,  who asks, "What are you doing
here, Dylan?" I'm in a pissed-off mood to begin  with and now this pain in
the ass. I give him a hard 'look', saying, "You're  gonna need to stop goosing
my ass, Travis, or we're not going to be friends." He  grins cutely,
saying, "I'm sorry, but you got a great ass there." I come right  out and ask,
"Are you gay, Travis? Coming on to me maybe?" and he laughs again,  "Nooo, I'm
not gay. What, did you get your hopes up?" I'm like, "Please! Don't  make me
barf."



He mumbles, "Jeez, I'm just kidding with you, Dylan." He's annoying me  and
I know part of it's me being grumpy because of Ryan. I go, "Well, whaddaya
want? Why'd ya stop?" That was a little abrasive of me, but you can't
embarrass  or insult Travis apparently because he grins, saying, "Oh yeah. Well,
I saw you  at Tracy's Saturday with your cute little freshman friends, who
you say you gave  haircuts to, so I need a haircut and I thought I'd offer
the job to you. How  much do you charge?" I say, "What, you want a buzz cut?"
He goes, "God forbid!  No way! And no offense, buzz cuts are for kids." I
shake my head, "Oh yeah, then  why do so many colleges and professional
athletes have buzz cuts?" He shrugs, "I  didn't know they did. Don't follow sports
myself. Too time consuming and it  never interested me. So, what do you
charge for a regular haircut like I have  now?" I go, "I don't charge anything,
Travis, but it just so happens I'm not  taking on any new clients at this
time." He laughs like that's the funniest  thing he's ever heard. Then he
goes, "You are so fucking cool, Dylan," and then  gets serious, "Hey, I didn't
see you at the mixer, what happened?" I'm like, "I  was there, but so were
five hundred other students." He goes, "Did you see the  kid on a leash?" I'm
shaking my head, mumbling, "No. A kid on a leash? Who's  that?" He says, "I
don't know. I didn't see him either, but I saw some pictures  on Facebook.
Good thing no one mentioned Merrimack or the shit would have hit  the fan,
huh?" I shrug, asking, "What'd the kid look like, could ya tell who it  was
from the picture?" He shakes his head, "Nah, his face was all screwed up
from this big ass dog collar he had on, plus big sunglasses. It was pretty
funny  in a sicko way." Then he chuckles, "He had a buzz cut though, so maybe
you're  right and they are more popular than I thought."


Now Ryan comes skipping down the steps. Travis points at him, "One of  your
clients I assume." I'm like, "Whaddaya mean?" Ryan's standing next to us
looking at Travis as Travis puts his hand on Ryan's head, saying, "Another
buzz  cut. Did you give it to him?" I nod, "Um, yeah very intuitive of you,
but we  gotta get going." Ryan says, "Who's this, Dylan?" I introduce them
quickly  trying to distract Travis from looking too closely at Ryan. I put an
arm on  Travis's shoulder, sort of turning him. He goes, "Oh, we're buddies
again?" and  I go, "Of course! I was busting your chops, that's all. I'd be
glad to give you  any kind of free haircut you want, Travis. I was only
teasing you earlier. You  and I go back to Framingham High fer chrissakes. Just
send me a text some time  and we'll work out a time." He's like, "Hey, yeah?
Thanks, Dylan. I'll do that.  Nice seeing you again, but I've got a class in
ten minutes so I gotta run." He  glances at Ryan, mumbling, "Nice to meet
ya, Rory," and he's off. I say to Ryan,  "Ready to go, Rory?" He grins,
"Guess what? I don't need to be back at  four-thirty now." He's grinning and I
notice something that looks suspiciously  like cum at the corner of his lips.
I'm staring at it, as he asks, "Ya wanna  hang out with me after we lift?" I
go, "Huh?" then my arm goes across his thin  shoulders and I hug him
against me, "Yeah, I'd love to hang out with you," as I  push his little
eyeglasses up his little cute nose. He goes, "Thanks," meaning  me pushing his
eyeglasses up his little cute  nose, although he doesn't  think he has a cute
little nose.


He wipes the substance off his lips, looking at me with a twinkle in his
eyes like old times. Then he grabs my ass in his fist, and asks, "Do you
really want me to get dominant with  you? Dominate your ass?" I say, "If you
want to, sure." Letting go of my butt  cheek, he's like, "I'd really rather not
because I hate hurting you." I go,  "Whatever, Ryan, but what I want more
than anything is to convince you to  discontinue this relationship you have
with Marty. It's my opinion you're  letting him abuse you and you've had a
history of doing that with others, as you  know far better than me." He's
probably being sarcastic when he asks, "Oh, are  you going to save me from Marty
like you saved that friend from his dominant  'master' in Wildwood that
time?" I'm quite serious, saying, "Yeah, I  am."


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


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