Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2015 16:52:47 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR  Chapter  50

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  50


by  Donny Mumford





After being dominated for about an hour by Marty, formerly known as
fuckwad, I now feel that name more aptly applies to me. I was full of bluster  and
arrogance about confronting Marty, confident he was your basic bully/loser,
 but I was wrong about the 'loser' part.  During that hour Marty, Ryan, and
 I had together there was a reversal of fortunes, or reversal of perceived
identities, or reversal of some fucking thing. Not Marty though, he came
out of  that hour intact and totally in charge, just like he was after Ryan's
and my  first visit with him tonight, only way more now. I went in his dorm
cocky and  came out submissive with my tail between my legs knowing my
place. Marty saw to  that and I have begrudging admiration for him now, so I
guess I'm the fuckwad,  not him.  He's the most confident and dominant person
I've ever met, and I  was basically a submissive pussy around him. He backs up
the dominance with a  lot of muscle and a no-nonsense approach. Our roles
have been acknowledged now  and agreed upon. He basically handed me my
smacked ass and I basically kissed  his un-smacked one. That's very disturbing,
but believe it or not I'm more  concerned about  another thing: I think Ryan's
lost a lot of respect for  me, and that hurts. He used to look up to me,
but after I turtled so badly to  Marty, Ryan's now probably thinking I'm not
worthy of being looked up to. He's  been taking Marty's dominance and harsh
treatment for three months. I caved to  Marty's dominance during both my
visits tonight, proving who's the man and who's  the obedient boy. That would be
me, in the obedient boy role. Marty's the man  and even I must admit that.
Ryan came out of our second encounter pissed off and  determined that after
tomorrow I will never experience Marty's dominance again.  I later find out
it wasn't even necessary I participate with Marty and Ryan, but  not knowing
that, and hoping to get Ryan out of Marty's dorm I  promised that I would
be submissive to him, along with Ryan, on  Friday for twenty-four hours.


That's not good and, like I said, turned out to be unnecessary but we
shook hands on it, so fuck it, I'll do it. I've got a lot more respect for Ryan
now too so it seems he and I have exchanged roles as well. Now I look up to
him  like he used to do to me. He indicated I should probably consider
acting as his  boy for awhile, which means doing what I'm told. Naturally that
made my dick  feel good, but not my brain. Ryan's convinced I need his help
to avoid falling  under Marty's spell. Ryan's no longer Marty's roommate so
he now sees himself  able to wean himself of his submissive urges. Maybe I
was so receptive to  Marty's dominant act because I'd almost completely
eliminated sub/dom sex from  my sex life, but was craving it subconsciously.
Whatever the reason I very  easily succumbed to Marty's extremely dominant manner
and it's shocking to me  considering I couldn't stand him tonight. As
disappointed in myself as I am, I'm  cautiously looking forward to tomorrow with
Marty. Which is a major reason why  Ryan said he'll look out for me the best
he can tomorrow and after tomorrow I  need to stay away from Marty. He says
he'll supply me with enough safe sub/dom  sex that I won't need the likes
of Marty and his ilk. I'm not at all sure it's  necessary for Ryan to worry
about me following the mistakes he's made, but it's  sweet of him to be
concerned. Obviously he's been the misguided one, repeatedly  making the same
mistake, but Ryan's convinced that's over. We'll  see.


Anyway, Ryan and I have just had an intense sexual experience in his  Mini.
As humiliated as Marty made us both feel, we both got sexually aroused
from the way he completely dominated us.  It's unfortunately our nature to  be
turned on by such things. We were so turned-on we couldn't even wait to get
to the apartment before fucking. Now we're walking to the apartment from
the  parking lot with Ryan's hand on my shoulder as he's telling me, "Remember
me  telling you early this year that I didn't want to do the real sub/dom
sex with  you anymore because I hate hurting you physically. Well, I just
witnessed Marty  use only his superior strength to get you under control with a
minimal amount of  physical punishment. He spanked your bare ass, but you
like that. Anyway, I'll  be an acting dom for you, especially after we get
this bullshit finished with  Marty tomorrow. You'll need to start doing what I
tell you though, and you might  as well start right now. I hate saying, 'I
told you so,' but in this case it's  to emphasize a major point. If you'd
listened to me when I told you not to come  with me to see Marty in the first
place, then all of this could have been  avoided. Now you might be thinking
it's kinda appealing to experience Marty's  sub/dom sex for a day. It's most
important though that you not commit to anything with him after Saturday.
You might want to, but  don't do it!" I shrug and Ryan grabs my arm  stopping
us both, "Are you listening to me? Shake off the submissive mood you're  in
and pay attention to me, goddammit!" I blink my eyes, "I'm listening, Ryan,
 but I don't know how it'll work, you know, me bring your 'boy' when Rob's
suppose to be in charge." He says, "We're not announcing you're my boy to
anyone. We'll play the game until I see you're back to your old self and
then  we'll go on with our buddy-sex lives like we've been doing for almost a
year and  a half, but without me being under Marty's thumb, and certainly
without you  being under his thumb." I nod my head although I'm still confused
about why this  is necessary. Initially I was a little shook up as we walked
out of Marty's  dorm, but now it doesn't seem as awful as I thought it was
right after. It's  well meaning of Ryan's though, so I don't reject his idea
out of hand, although  it's a bit over the top. Ryan gives me a tight hug,
then a kiss on my cheek,  saying, "Just trust me on this, Dylan, please! I
know what I'm doing and it has  nothing to do with you and Rob. It really
doesn't! It's about keeping you from  Marty's clutches, which by the way would
eventually break you and Rob up for  sure." I mumble, "Okay, Ryan, I trust
you, but I've got to sort out in my head  what happened back there. At times
it's like that's the scariest thing I've ever  been involved in, and yet
that boner I had tells me otherwise. Now that I've  calmed down I need to
clearly think about it."

Ryan starts us walking again, rubbing my back, quietly saying, "I know
Marty's dominance was both shocking and kind of exciting to you, Dylan, but you
 don't want much of it or you'll find yourself accepting more and more
things you  never thought you would. Don't start taking it lightly is what I'm
saying. For  now we'll eat the dinner you made us and you can talk about what
happened as  much, or as little, as you want. But you've got to let me take
things over, and  that means trusting me." I shrug, "Yeah, sure, you've had
ten times more  experience with this kind of thing than me, so ya know..."
He goes, "It's a lot  more than ten times more than you, Dylan, and I'm only
now finally figuring out  a few things myself. You actually inadvertently
helped me do that. Seeing you  helplessly being manipulated by Marty was like
a fucking epiphany for me and  made me realize I don't ever want that for
myself again, and certainly not for  you. It's very different witnessing it
happening to someone I care a lot about,  very different than going through
it myself." Adjusting Ryan's backpack, the one  I'm carrying for him, I look
at him as we go up the steps, with me quietly  stating the obvious, "Yeah,
Ryan, but you were just as submissive to him in the  end as I was." He says,
"No I wasn't, I came out of my submissive frame of mind  watching in horror
the way you acted towards him. I know it's the way I've been  with him many
times so I'm not being critical of you. It's just that I hated  watching
what he had you doing, but I had to keep up the facade of  submissiveness or
Marty would be alerted that something's up. Didn't you hear my  sarcastic tone
there near the end, or the 'looks' I was giving you?" I go, "Oh  yeah, I do
but I was thinking, 'Is he crazy?'. Ryan's like, "Marty can't imagine  I'd
be sarcastic to him so he's not looking for it." I go, "He hesitated one or
two times thinking about it." Ryan pats my back, "Yeah, and you jumped
right in  distracting him." I nod, "Un huh," and he says, "We'll both play that
role  tomorrow and then you're totally done with him. He'll think we're both
his boys,  of course, but I'll see to it that you're not one of them and
soon I won't be  either." In the apartment Ryan goes over to turn off the oven
and take the  casserole out, telling me, "Put my backpack on the sofa,
Dylan, then come out to  the balcony and we'll have a cigarette before eating."
Ummm, that bossiness made  my dick twitch. Guess I've still got a little of
that submissive thing going for  me.


On the balcony I light two Marlboros and hand Ryan one. We take a drag,
and with smoke coming out of his mouth, he says, "It's important you tell me
the  moods you're feeling so I can gauge what's fueling the submissive state
that  comes over you, okay?" I nod while exhaling, then chuckle, "Well, heh
heh,  coincidentally a minute ago I felt it a little twinge of
submissiveness from the  way you told me what we're going to do kinda bossy-like... that
made my dick  twitch," and then I blush, embarrassed to admit that. He says,
"Good, that's the  kind of thing I need to know, but it's also good because
you need to feel  submissive to me. That's if I'm going to provide enough
sub/dom stuff to keep  you, um, balanced I guess, right?" I grin, then
chuckle again, "Yeah, but it  feels weird admitting to you that a simple
declarative sentence can get my dick  to twitch." He squeezes the back of my neck
giving me chills, so I lean against  him, as he says, "It's awkward for me too,
but after tomorrow we want to prevent  you ever feeling the need to be
submissive to Marty. I know why that happened to  you tonight by the way. It's a
result of you cutting out sub/dom sex in your  life, almost cold turkey,
and that never has worked in my experience. I've been  there too many times
not to realize the attraction for doing submissive shit  again, especially
when you haven't experienced it for awhile. In the past I've  gotten back into
it with the first asshole who came along, and never with good  results. No
more of that though, not after tomorrow. No one after fuckwad Marty,  as you
refer to him." I say, "No offense, Ryan, but you don't have a very good
track record along those lines." He goes, "You're right, so I'll need to prove
to you I'm done with the extreme dominant sex, and you need to let me prove
it  before judging me." Unconvinced, I make a popping sound with my lips as
I look  at him. With a grin he makes the same sound with his lips. Well, I
don't want to  hurt his feelings so I grin too and go along with him for
now, "Okay, boss, ya  got yourself a deal. You better know what you're doing
though because you saw  how confident I was going in to see Marty, and that
didn't end well at all." He  says, "Yep, but for now we're gonna eat our
dinner," and with another pat on my  shoulder we go inside. I'm smiling to myself
because when he told me what we're  going to do I felt another twitch of my
dick. I grin telling Ryan, "That gave my  dick another twitch." He
chuckles, "Good."


We eat the casserole along with a salad and French rolls. The pork falls
off the bones as tender as butter, almost. It's delicious, so I say, "Maybe
cooking the pork and beans casserole three hours is better then two hours.
I've  already learned something from you, boss." He laughs, "You'll always be
the  chef, Dylan, not me." After eating and cleaning up the kitchen, we
drink beers  and talk about tomorrow. Ryan tells me that tomorrow Marty will
almost certainly  not be as overbearing to me as he was tonight. After a night
like we just had he  claims Marty tends to ease off the next time. It's
part of his manipulation of  his subs, or 'boys' as he calls them. Ryan adds,
"But, there'll be a lot of  dominant reinforcement, especially for you." I
ask, "Can you tell me what's  likely to happen?" He shrugs, "Hate to tell you
this, but you'll almost  certainly get an enema." I mutter, "Oh shit," and
grin, but Ryan isn't joking,  "This is serious, Dylan. You need to pay
attention to what I'm saying." I frown,  mumbling, "I know that. What else do you
think he'll do?" He ticks off things on  his finger, "First off, get naked
immediately and don't say anything! Put your  dog collar on and get on your
hands and knees and go to the corner like you  did tonight. You'll be
spanked, but try not to yelp out like you did earlier and  don't look at him or
Rex, if he's there. Do not even glance at them. When they  get around to it
they'll handcuff us somehow, maybe to each other. They usually  go out for
dinner or whatever and leave us tied up or handcuffed. Since they'll  be two of
us he'll probably use the ball gags on us so we can't talk to each  other.
What happens after that has a lot to do with how well you handle  everything
up till then. Important factors: don't speak, do everything you're  told
immediately, don't look at them, and act as docilely submissive as you can
because that gets them feeling superior and maybe aroused enough to fuck us
which is a good thing compared to other activities they're fond of, like
humiliating you for the hell of it."


It's not so different from what I've experienced before, minus the
humiliation, and I mostly liked it in the past. Always for relatively short
periods of time though. Ryan's real concern is I'll get crazy and beg Marty to
let me come again with him, but I'm not worried about that at all. I like the
idea of Ryan being a little bossy so I'll go along with his plans to see
what  happens. He says, "After seeing you with Marty I'm anxious to get myself
out  from under his control, but I won't try doing it almost overnight.
I'll do it  over a period of weeks by going longer intervals between visits
with him. And  you're not to join me on those visits even once! You've had
limited exposure  with this level of dominance and you obviously can't handle
it." I ask, "What if  he insists on seeing you and me together again?" Ryan
squeezes my shoulder,  "Dylan, he can't insist you do anything, that's not
part of our deal. As for him  wanting to see me more often than I intend, I'll
put him off. No longer being  his roommate I don't see what he can do about
it except complain." Well, it  sounds shaky to me, but I'll try it Ryan's
way because I probably shouldn't get  involved with Marty. I agree with Ryan
about that, and about not telling anyone,  especially Robby we're doing the
sub/dom sex. But how will it work with Ryan  being my boss along with Robby?"
I ask, "Yeah, but how can I do what you tell me  to do if Rob tells me to
do something else?" He says, "You do what I tell you  and we'll figure out
how to handle any situations that come up individually with  Rob. He's hardly
dominant at all anyway. You know that better than me." I'm  like, "Yeah, he
too sweet, and he and I are into true love so he doesn't pay  much attention
to sub/dom stuff, and he never has." Ryan says, "That won't  change, Dylan.
With all Rob's extra curricular activities in sports though, you  and me
will have lots of time together to work on this. Especially now that I'm  not
Marty's roommate and I can come and go as I please." That makes sense and I
like being with Ryan when I can't be with Robby, so it's all good. I look
at him  and he's obviously sincerely concerned for my welfare, which is
wicked sweet  too.  I've also been experiencing a strange new feeling about Ryan.
I felt  it earlier today too. It's a very nice feeling though, nothing bad
about it. He  makes me feel squirmy good.

Two beers later we realize we've begun rehashing things we've already
talked about. He says, "Come on, Dylan, we'll take our shower now." As we're
getting undressed he laughs, "At least this Marty shit has finally got me to
shut up about how I gave you a really good haircut." I laughs too, "Yeah,
but  Marty said my haircut went out of style in the fifties." He goes, "Fuck
him,"  then he looks at me like he's surprised, "It felt good saying that.
Fuck you,  Marty! That's our motto, Dylan... 'Fuck you, Marty'." I go, "It
works for me  now, but it didn't earlier tonight" and he's like, "Yeah, don't
say it to him  again until I tell you it's okay. That'll be when I'm sure
you're out of danger  from being sucked into his trap." I go, "You mean when
your dominance has  satisfied my urge for sub/dom stuff with anyone but you,
right?" He nods,  "Exactly, Dylan. You may make light of it, but that's my
goal." We're naked in  my bedroom and I look at Ryan who grins, then says,
"Good!!" I go, "What's  good," and he says,  "You're waiting for me to tell you
what we're going to  do next." Fuck, I didn't even realize that, but my
dick twitches just the same.  He says, "Get the stuff ready for our shower,"
and he follows me into the  bathroom. I get clean towels and washcloths, but
Ryan says, "When I'm done with  it, you'll use the same washcloth I used.
It's a little trick to remind you  you're submissive to me," so I shrug and put
a washcloth back on the shelf. I  like the idea of using his washcloth. He
asks, "Is the water the right  temperature?" It is, so we get in and without
being told I shampoo Ryan's hair,  asking, "Are you going to have the same
haircut as your twin now, Ryan, meaning  me?" I add, "You know, now that
you're not Marty's roommate and can do what you  want?" He says, "Good
question, I hadn't thought about that. Huh." The water  rinses the shampoo out of
Ryan's hair as I rub through his hair with my fingers.  His hair's almost four
inches long on top. It's been almost three months since I  last got to give
him a haircut. Marty had Ryan get a trim once at Supercuts and  his hair is
squared off in back at the neck  to prove it. Farmer's  haircut.


His hair's rinsed now so Ryan tells me, "You shampoo your head while I
wash myself." As we're doing that he says, "Okay, here's the deal regarding
haircuts. You'll give me a trim either Saturday or Sunday and I'll continue
letting my hair grow longer, like Rob's doing, but I'll be giving you
frequent  haircuts that are at least as short as this one I just gave you. The burr
 haircut I gave you this time marks our new beginning together so I want to
keep  it that way. It'll help you remember what we're trying to achieve. I
sort of  hinted that in the Mini. With me deciding on your haircuts it'll
remind you  you're submissive to my wishes. Somehow short hair helps
submissive guys  remember they have a dom, and they therefore know their place." He's
right about  that. From Willie on to other boyfriends, that's been the case
with me. After  Willie, Robby insisted I have short hair last spring and
when I got submissive  to Ryan he did the same thing. Sonny and others in
between have done the same  thing as well. And those guys in Key West too. The
ones Willie and I ran into  and Willie emulated the dom guy and told a barber
to almost shave my head that  time. At times I've fallen into very deep
submissive trances getting my haircut  really short, and I consider that a good
thing. Actually, many so-called 'boys'  have completely shaved bodies from
their masters. Thinking about all that gives  me a stiff dick and especially
because I've got this newfound haircut fetish  about Ryan cutting my hair.
Sonny too for that matter, but I'll need to change  my ways with him I guess.























Done bathing himself, Ryan hands me the washcloth and I use it to wash my
body. Ryan rinses off and he's dried himself by the time I'm done the
shower.  Getting out of the tub I realize we didn't mess around sexually at all.
Very  disappointing!  As I'm getting dressed, I ask, "Hey, boss,  how come no
messin' around in the shower?" He says, "Yeah, I thought about it,  but I
need to be unpredictable to keep your attention focused on me and build-up
your anticipation. Anyway, ha ha, you hottie, we fucked in the Mini two hours
 ago. When's Rob coming home?" I go, "He's out with his teammates, probably
 drinking now. I'll text him if you want me to." "Yeah, shoot him a text to
tell  him I'm sleeping here tonight. Make sure it's okay, and maybe for a
couple of  nights after this one too." I go, "Sure thing, Ryan. Rob's gonna
be really glad  you're switching roommates, and Chubby too." He smiles,
"Really?" I go, "Yeah,  really, we all care about you." He nods, "That's nice,
thanks for telling me. So  they won't mind me bunking here?" I wave my hand at
him, "Don't be silly. We're  all your friends." I text Robby telling him
briefly about Ryan and a minute  later he calls. He is indeed happy and after
I fill him in on our discussion  with Marty, leaving out basically
everything except that Marty's not going to  object to Ryan changing roommates, he
talks to Ryan congratulating  him.








I get back on the phone watching Ryan smiling, so I guess Robby pumped  him
up for making the big move out of Marty's dorm. Robby says, "Nice, huh
babe?" I say, "Yeah, Ryan's putting all that behind him, but now we got a guest
 on the couch until I can get in touch with a guy I know who doesn't have a
 roommate." Robby says, "For Ryan's first night as a temporary roommate he
can  sleep in our bed. I'm getting a little hammered here and it don't look
like it's  going to end any time soon. I'll crash on the couch when I
stagger in late." I  go, "Seriously? You don't mind?" He goes, "Baby, if I don't
know you and me are  destined to be lovers for life by now, I never will.
Make him feel wanted,  Dylan. You and me are good with each other's side sex,
especially if I know it's  with your twin. I'm over that jealousy crap where
you two are concerned. I think  you guys are awesome. Um, did you do the
work for tomorrows classes?" I ask,  "Did you?" He laughs, "Yes, I did. Me and
Danny hammered it out before joining  the guys drinking." I'll bet they
hammered something. I say, "I'll tell Ryan and  we'll do it now." Robby says, "I
love you, Dylan. See you in the morning." He  just about told me him and
Danny are fucking like minks and that it's okay for  me to do likewise. Hope
I'm not projecting too much with that interpretation.  Robby's attitude
lately has been truly awesome. It makes everything more relaxed  and we're
totally comfortable with each other. I might even ask Robby if he'd  like a
three-way with me, him, and Danny to show I'm good with him and Danny  getting it
on.


After I say goodbye to Robby, I look over at Ryan and give him a big
smile, "Rob said you should sleep in our bed on your first day as our temporary
roommate." He goes, "Get out of here, he did not!" I nod, "Un huh, he did
so,"  and Ryan comes over and we hug each other, then kiss. Ryan breaks the
kiss with  our arms still around each other and grins at me. He rubs his hands
over the top  of my head, saying, "I have the best 'boy' anybody ever had,"
and he kisses me  again. I hug him tightly, then say seriously, "I'm on
board with you being the  boss, Ryan, and I'll do what you say. By Saturday
afternoon we should know a lot  more about the need for everything, right?
Maybe you won't even need to do the  dominant stuff with me when you see how
unaffected I am this time with Marty."  He nods, "Yeah maybe, but I think I
know already how you'll be. You'll be  enthralled by Marty and maybe Rex too. I
won't be though, and that's because I  know what pricks they are. After
all, I've agreed that you guys are right and I  need to separate myself from
those two. Then seeing you with them my resolve got  stronger. We're too good
for the likes of them, especially you!" We hug tightly  again, but I'm
wondering if we're both being too optimistic. It feels so good  hugging with Ryan
though I forget about Marty as my dick gets hard. Ryan feels  it pressing
just above his groin and lets go of me, "Not now, Dylan. Our sex  will be
completely up to me from now on." I go, "I know! Anyway Rob says we  should do
tomorrows assignment for Friday's classes now." He says, "Balls! He's  right
though. Get my backpack and we'll use your desk in the bedroom." I'm
grinning to myself because I love Ryan and the way he's conscientiously taking
the lead for us... it's fun. This is the unexpected treat to come out of that
 awkward encounter with Marty... for me anyway. I grab his backpack and
follow  him into the bedroom.


"Where should I put this, Ryan?" He motions to drop it on the bed. I do
that, asking, "What side of the bed do you want to sleep on?" He laughs,
"You're  so much fun, Dylan. We'll sleep in the middle okay?" I skip over to him
and get  my arm around his neck, "You know what I want to do with you, Ryan,
to prove  you're my leader?" He shakes his head, "I'm afraid to ask," and I
go, "I'm going  lick your feet and rim your ass and suck your cock and any
other place you want  me to lick and suck." He really grins at that, "Oh,
jeez, well okay. No one has  ever done that for me." Then he gets serious
again, "Don't turn this into a  sex-a-thon, Dylan. That's not what this is all
about. I need to be dominant so  you won't need to search it out in other
places and it's a temporary fix only.  You'll then need to work at controlling
that urge just like I will. We'll  support each other." I try looking
serious, then hug him again nuzzling my face  on the side of his neck partially
under his chin. He smells good as my fingers  run through his hair and we end
up on the bed making-out with boners in our  pants. He smells crazy good and
his body turns me on like wild fire spreads...  sometimes out of control.
We're wrestling around on the bed until Ryan's  strength simply overpowers me
and he on top. He stops, saying, "NO! No, Dylan,  we're doing the study
work now." I grin, then do a fake pout, and he says, "Fer  chrissakes, act your
age! Stop it." Now I'm frowning for real, "Okay, okay. I'll  do it." We
separate and get off the bed. He says, "Take out the workbook first,"  and I do
that. He says, "Get mine out of my backpack!" What a fuckin' killjoy! I
get his workbook and he pulls the other chair over and sits in it looking at
me.  I sit down, mumbling, "Sorry, Ryan." We work for an hour before I get
up,  saying, "I'm gonna get a beer before we start the last assignment." He
goes, "No  you're not, sit down!" I look at him, then sit down determined not
to pout like  a fucking baby, but pouting's fun. Chubby always gives in to
me when I pout and  so does Robby. I like being a spoiled brat occasionally.
Ha ha, it is childish  as hell though.  We spend another half hour on the
last assignment, then  Ryan says, "Okay, I'm sick of doing this. Put
everything away, I'm getting a  beer."


He's right about me needing to grow up, but it's with him I've acted the
most immature. He used to join in with the immature behavior before, just for
 the fun of it. Huh. Okay, I said I'd try things his way and I will. I can
be  boringly mature if I need to be. I'm still thinking Ryan might be making
a  mountain out of a mole hill though, assuming mole hills are small. As I
put our  texts and papers away I think of Marty earlier tonight and get a
shiver, but  what kind of shiver? Oh, why lie to myself. It was a shiver of
sexual arousal.  Fuck! Damn, my cock! It's getting hard again. Dylan Newman,
the human boner. In  the living room Ryan hands me a beer and pats the sofa
next to him. I sit-down  but not right against him like I usually do. Then I
confess to him about the  shiver of sexual pleasure I got a minute ago
thinking about Marty's dominance.  He says, "Yeah, thanks for being honest. When
that happens think about me and  how I love you and want to help you with
that." I nod, wondering if it actually  might be a mountain of trouble I could
have with Marty. That's what Ryan thinks  could develop. That thought both
is scintillating and scary so I move close to  Ryan, saying, "It just scared
me thinking about how pathetic I was with Marty."  He mumbles, "Good, it
should. I could hardly stand to watch you with him, and  I've been through it
with five different dominant asshole's myself and should  know better. I
really think I've finally had the motivation to put a stop to me  doing that
shit again." I ask, "What exactly is your motivation?" He says,  "You."

My cellphone goes off in my pocket and I jump. Ryan chuckles, "On edge,
are we?" and gives me a hug. It's Chubby, saying, "Hey, bro, how ya doing?"
I'm  like, "I'm okay, Chub, you still playing cards?" He says, "Yep, and I
might stay  at John Beverly's tonight. I'm not sure, but we might be totally
hammered. Shots  of Tequila this time." I go, "You drink too much," and he
says, "Yes, mommy. I  just didn't want you to worry." I go, "I always worry
about you." He slurs,  "Love you so much, bro!" and ends the call without
saying goodbye. Huh! I tell  Ryan what Chubby said, and he goes, "Has he stayed
out overnight before?" I go,  "It's rare," and Ryan says, "You know him a
million times better than me, but he  seems a very resourceful guy. I wouldn't
worry about him." I look at him  smirking, and after a minute, he asks,
"What?" and I go, "I'm waiting for  orders." He grins, "Put the Thursday Night
Football game on and we'll chill out  watching that." I go, "Copy that,
boss," and get the game on and the TV then sit  close to Ryan. He smiles at me as
I pick up his arm and drape it across my  shoulders, then snuggle into his
side.


We watch the game like that drinking our beers. Ryan starts running his
fingers up the back of my head as I smell the back of my hand looking at him
looking at the TV. He's really cute in a different way than say, Robby or
Chubby, but still really cute. Pretty eyes and his curly beard, although
sparse,  is sexy to me. I reach over and push his glasses up his cute nose, then
run the  back of my finger against his curly chin whiskers that grow only
at the bottom  of his chin. He has a pretty complexion too, very pale and
flawless and he's got  the sexiest lips ever. He turns to grin at me, "I love
the way you love me,  Dylan. You're the only one to ever do that except my
dear parents who think I'm  awesome. If only they knew how far away from
awesome I really am." I say, "I  won't tell them." He goes, "Hey, you think I'm
awesome, don't you?" I nod,  "Yeah, I do," and lay my head in his lap,
mumbling, "Keep rubbing my hair,  Ryan." He keeps doing it, mumbling, "I'm the one
giving the orders around here,  but I can't get enough of this short
haircut I gave you. It's a silly little  thing that makes me feel so good inside."
I'm adjusting my position now, laying  on my back with my feet over the
sofa's arm and the back of my head in his lap.  He starts rubbing my head from
my forehead back, just lightly with his fingers.  Of course I'm springing
another boner and it feels nice too. I know part of my  head is on his big
cock and balls so ya know, really sexy and I get to look at  him instead of a
boring one-sided football game from the other conference. If  it's not the
Patriots or at least teams from our conference playing, I don't  care about it.


Ryan looks down at me, saying, "You can't drink your beer laying like
that." and I say, "I'd rather look at you than drink beer or watch this game."
He takes a deep breath, mumbling, "I'm going to take such good care of you,
Dylan, and I don't mind if it means doing things I don't want to do."
Sweet! He  leans down and kisses my lips. Our lips make a wet smacking sound when
they  part. I ask, "How'd you do that? Are you a contortionist?" He
chuckles, "I  almost cracked my spine bending over that much, but your kiss was
worth it." I  turn towards him so my face is against his stomach and wrap my
arms around him  to hug tightly. He smells good and his tight compact body
feels good. His cock  is hard now, poking the side of my neck and I'm hoping he
puts it to good use,  but he gets us both sitting up, saying, "Not now,
Dylan," and I go, Why not?" He  mutters, "Because I said so, that's why not." I
hop up grabbing his empty beer  bottle and take it along with my half full
warm one to the kitchen. Grabbing two  cold ones from the refrigerator and
handing one to Ryan, I start to say, 'I'm  going out on the balcony for a
smoke', but I stop, and instead say, "Is it okay  if I have a cigarette on the
balcony?" He goes, "Of course! I'll join  you."


Adjusting my receding boner I follow him to collect our coats from where
we dropped them on a chair, then out to the balcony. I light two cigarettes
and  pass him one. He mutters, "Cold," and I nod fighting off another
childish pout.  He gets an arm around me, saying, "We'll keep each other warm." I
can't resist  hugging him, then asking, "Can we do the hot cigarette kiss?"
and he leans in  with his candy lips to exhale smoke into my mouth from the
drag he took off his  cigarette. I exhale it through my nose grinning as we
kiss. I don't know why  that makes me grin, but it does. We smoke and hug in
silence for awhile with me  staring at Ryan who appears to be deep in
thought. "What are you thinking about,  Ryan?" He looks at me, "Oh, nothing. Well,
that's not true. I was just thinking  how lucky I am to have met you and
how much you mean to me." I go, "Oh, that's  so nice, Ryan. I feel the same
way about you." He's serious when he says, "Don't  misinterpret what I need to
do for the next month or two. I mean, where you and  me are concerned,
Dylan. I, um, deprive myself more than deprive you of some  things we normally
do together, but you need to look at me as a dominant figure  in your life if
you're going to avoid the Marty pitfall. I didn't avoid it and  paid a
price and will still pay a price for awhile, although less and less.  Don't mess
around and think you're immune to getting hooked on his act because  you're
not. You're an amateur and he's a professional predator, which I didn't
pick up on while emailing him last summer, or the first month here for that
matter." I don't fucking want to talk about this shit anymore so I just nod,
and  say, "I'll do what you say, okay?" I might have sounded a little
annoyed when I  said 'okay' the way I did. Anyway he just shrugs and drops the
topic.



We go inside and I guess Ryan did pick up on my annoyed tone of voice
because he says, "Turn off the TV. We're going to bed." Damn! He's just trying
to help me in his own way, or he thinks he is anyway, Going to bed in a bad
mood  isn't good. I smile, "Sure, Ryan. Um, I hope you didn't think I was,
ah, grumpy  out there. Did you?" He takes my hand, saying, "Come on, grumpy,
bedtime." We go  down the hall hand in hand and all of a sudden I get that
more and more familiar  sexy squirmy feeling low in my belly. The one I've
been noticing and it has to  do with Ryan. I don't feel comfortable stopping
Ryan to hug and kiss him like  I'd have done before we visited the evil
Marty. Ryan's made it plain that he'll  decide when we do anything sexy, which
just makes me want it all the more. If I  get the chance I'm going to be as
devoted a sex buddy as he's ever imagined.  Hopefully he'll want more of that.
It's a plan with delicious possibilities  because I'm really horny for him.
Not that this is the first time I could say  that because I get like crazy
for him sometimes. I just think he's so cool and  sexy. He's always turned
me on for reasons I know about, as well as ones I'm  probably not consciously
aware of. Damn, I'm hot for him and his body. My  friggin' boner is poking
out my pants so I put my hand in my pocket and work it  sideways. Ryan, in a
deadpan voice, asks, "Another boner?" and I whine, "Yes,  because I'm so
horny for you, Ryan." He says, "We got fucked together a couple  of hours
ago." I go, "I know, but you've fucked me four times in a night more  than once."


He doesn't respond to that so I get undressed and, standing naked with
half of a boner listing to the side, I ask, "Um, can we sleep together naked
tonight?" He says, "No, put something on." I put on the boxer shorts I just
took  off. Ryan's wearing his too... he doesn't have many clothes here. I
say, "You  can wear my clothes tomorrow, Ryan," and he says, "Your pants are
too long. I  brought some clothes for tomorrow's classes." Huh! I watch him
because his body is hot. Good  definition from lifting weights for months now,
but no
body hair to speak of. On his  body that's perfect if you ask me. We pee,
wash or hands and face, and brush our  teeth. In the bedroom I wait for him
to get in bed before I turn out the light  and get under the covers. We're
both laying on our stomachs and after a minute I  slide over so my side's
touching his. He makes and exasperated snort, then sighs  and I slide my arm
over his back and snuggle against him. He doesn't move so I  get in a little
tighter and inhale the scent coming off his mostly naked body.  My body does a
little shudder and we lay together silently for a few minutes  until I
murmur, "Please, Ryan," and he quietly says, "Oh fuck! Okay, but I beg  you not
to do this after tomorrow when we're done with the asshole. It's hard
enough resisting you without you saying , 'Please, Ryan,' like I'm some
heartless, cold person. He rustles around and I do too so we're facing each  other,
"I love you, Dylan, and would be the happiest person who ever lived if I
could have you for myself forever. That isn't happening, I know that, so I'm
intent on keeping you safe from Marty instead. Hoping we can be sex-buddy
partners and friends for a couple of more years at least. That's my goal.
Okay?"  I'm like, "Sure, but I'm being submissive to you, Ryan. Aren't I?" He
tries to  keep a straight face, but can't, chuckling he goes, "Yeah, when you
feel like  it, or now when you want me to fuck you. I'm immensely
flattered, really I am,  but you need to feel submissive to me, generally speaking,
so you don't go out  looking for it. Maybe looking for it consciously or
subconsciously. We'll wean  Marty out of our lives completely and go on like we
used to." I go, "Okay." He  chuckles again and hugs me against his bare
chest with his curly beard against  my face. Nice!


After a couple of Ryan's special deep kisses, with both of us a little
breathless, I say, "I'd like to take my boner with me and go down to the foot
of  the bed to show you how submissive I feel towards you, boss. I want to
worship  your body." He says, "That's hard to say 'no' to, Dylan." I mutter,
"Good, I  glad you finally agree." He chuckles again, then says, "Pull the
cover down."  Before doing that I first stick my head under the covers to get
a whiff of his  concentrated scent captured under here, and oh man is that a
sexy body scent  coming off Ryan, and me too I guess! Wow! Going down the
bed while smelling the  back of my wrist and pulling the covers with me, I
hop off the end and get on my  knees to grip his ankles and drag him down so
his feet are at the end of the  mattress. His feet smell good too, as Chubby
would concur I'm sure. Size seven  I'm guessing. I wear nine-and-a-half
myself. Pressing my nose to the sole of his  foot I inhale, as Ryan says, "You
nut, Dylan, don't smell my feet, they stink,"  but he doesn't pull his foot
away. I mumble, "They stink good, Ryan." After  licking up the sole I suck on
his toes moving my tongue between each one. Next  to rimming, this to me is
the most submissive thing you can do, and it makes me  grunt, "Mmm, fuck,
that's hot," and pull my pud a little. I lick his foot and  then the other
one with Ryan wiggling his toes in my mouth. Leaving his feet  covered in
saliva, I crawl up on the bed and run my hand from his ankle to his  knee and
back. Really nice calf so I lick up it, and then over his knee with my  eyes
at the top of their socket watching Ryan watching me. I can see the tip of
his pink tongue just visible between his lips and then it disappears and he
sucks on those hot lips of his with a little grin. Damn, he's cute.


More licking, up his thigh now, and then under the leg of his boxer
short's leg until I can't push the material up any further. Pulling his boxers
down to his knees I lick around his groin, then look up. "Would you like me to
 shave your pubic hairs?" He says, "Um, yeah, but don't stop what you're
doing  now. Tomorrow or sometime like that." I nod and lick all around his
pubic hairs  and do it until they're plastered to his body, then get between
his legs,  looking at him, saying, "You have a wonderful natural body scent,
Ryan, and your  skin tastes good too." He goes, "Uh huh, go ahead, do more,"
so I pull his  boxers off the rest of the way and moving his heavy cock to
the side,  begin licking his oversized gonads. There's a few random hairs on
his  scrotum which I lick flat and then suck on his nuts through the scrotum
skin as  Ryan's drawing in air between his teeth making a long, "Ssssh,"
sound as he  lifts his ass off the sheet. Long laps up his special penis and
all around it  holding it up with my fingers and licking it like crazy. Then
the head is in my  mouth and I'm licking it like a lollypop and sucking on
an inch of the shaft  with my lips. After bobbing my head on his cock a half
dozen times, Ryan's other  head goes back as he's letting out a long moan,
"Aaaaah, oooh, fuccck." A little  harder bob of my head downward and his
cock's head goes past my throat's gag  reflex area, and then lowering my head
slowly I take his entire eight-plus  inches in my throat and mouth. My nose is
pressed to his belly as he wreaths on  the bed rubbing my head with both
hands. When I slowly back off his cock it's as  hard as wood. I moan, and hump
my hips as a long drool of precum slides from my  boner and has me blinking
fast and shaking my head. I'm so sexually aroused I  hardly know where I
am, but I sure as shit know who I'm with because his special  sexy scent is in
my head. I look at his hard cock a second while taking a deep  breath, and
go down on it again all the way unit my lips are surrounded by his  pubic
hairs.


Our bodies are both stiff as our cocks. Ryan's back arches as he moans  and
I back off his boner with a string of precum extending across my tongue.
When the head slips off my tongue there's a string of spit and precum
attached  it. The string breaks and swings down to stick down and under my chin.
Ryan's  eyes are closed as he moans quietly rubbing around his groin but I'll
bet he  doesn't dare touch his boner or it would shoot off for sure. Taking
another deep  breath I clench my groin muscles teasing my boner as my
shoulders shudder on  their own. Nice. On my hands and knees I reach over and run
my fingers through  Ryan's longish hair and then lean in and we do a sweet
lovers-like kiss that  almost makes me climax. Breaking the kiss we look into
each others eyes for a  few seconds, then I drop my eyes and mumble, "Would
you lift your knees, Ryan?"  He pulls his feet back towards his ass and his
knees go up. My cock feels so  good I gasp, and Ryan rubs my cheek with his
finger tips. I look at him again  and try to read his eyes seeing in them
what can only be love, and I almost cum  again.


Gasping, then holding my breath for fifteen seconds or so I get between
Ryan's feet, that are close to his ass with his knees up in the air. Pushing
back on his knees raising his ass slightly. Looking at his asshole and plump
 butt cheeks I think, 'Huh, a sexy ass and it would be a pretty rosebud
asshole  except a few random hairs around his anus detracts from perfection. I
take care  of those for Robby when I shave his pubic stubble and I'll do the
same for Ryan.  His near perfect rosebud asshole is pink and very clean. I
saw him wash it extra  in the shower and wondered for a second if he
expected that I'd rim him tonight,  and for the first time I feel a for-real
submissive shiver enter my body and I  love the sensation. I glance at Ryan's eyes
and he's looking at me intently,  biting his bottom lip... he almost looks
afraid, or no, it's that he can't  believe I'm seriously into him this much.
Um, neither can I, but I am because  he's so awesome. I lick up his short
ass crack and then leave my tongue on his  asshole holding my breath again
because I think I'm going to cum. Waiting a few  seconds, quietly moaning, my
eyes closed, I'm trying to figure out what's  happening to me. It's not the
first time I've wondered that today. Something new  is happening.



After a minute I open my eyes and continue rimming Ryan's ass until I  hear
from outer space, "No, Dylan. You'll make me cum and I want to give you my
cum in your beautiful, perfect ass." In a bit of a dreamy daze my head
comes up  and there's Ryan puffing out his cheeks, his eyes seeming to shine;
then, giving  me a little grin, he murmurs, "I loved that, but look at my
cock." I glance at  his swollen cock, the head looks like a dark red plum, then
looking back at  Ryan's face, I quietly ask a stupid question, "Where are
your glasses?" He turns  his head to the night stand where he put his glasses,
and I mutter, "Oh,"  walking on my hands and knees again, straddling his
tight body, and when my face  is over his he puts his hands behind my neck and
slowly pulls my head down to  his with me staring at his perfect bow-shaped
puffy lips until my lips are on  his. My eyes close and we kiss a wonderful
kiss with my boner against my  stomach, hard and leaking. Lowering my ass
while reaching around behind me to  guide his big, swollen, hard, wet-headed
cock to my anxious asshole, and then  sitting on it I'm amazed something
that big can fit in my ass. He's shorter than  me so my neck strains down
enabling our lips to stay together as a little  pressure on the head of his boner
spreads the lips of my anus, and the head goes  halfway inside me. We both
grunt, "Umm," and I sit down a tiny bit more and the  head pushes past my
sphincter muscle and we're docked together now. My top lip  drags across his
curly soft mustache as both my lips wet now drag across his  cheek in a line
until our faces are side by side. Ryan hugs around the back of  my neck with
both arms and I gasp thinking again I'm going to cum.

His sexy boy-scent whirls around in my mind with me slowly lowering my  ass
onto his big boner. The large wet head of his cock traveling up my rectum
creates a combination of pain and pleasure that has me holding my breath
with  each inch of penetration until I'm sitting on his pubic hairs, then
flattening  them as my buttocks rest firmly on his groin and thighs. "Ooooh,"
from me as my  shoulders shudder again. I lift my head and kiss his forehead,
my nose in his  clean soft hair. A big inhale by me gets my toes curling as
Ryan's personal  scent again fills my head. I quietly murmur, "Mmmmm, so
nice, Ryan, so totally  nice," and his arms tighten around the back of my neck
pulling my head down  further with my cheek sliding against his and Ryan
saying so quietly I can  barely make it out, "I love you like life itself," and
as I slowly lift my ass  his cock sets off an avalanche of sexual pleasure
inside me and another thought  drifts past my brain, 'Are Ryan and me in
love?'. The head of his boned-up  cock's finally withdraws enough to pull
outward the lips of my asshole sending  ten million tickles of pleasure to my
brain and all other thoughts leave my head  so my brain can concentrate on the
message of intense, unbelievable sexual  pleasure. Another long moan ,leaves
my throat, "Mmmmmm," as I'm again sitting  back down on that fat, long, hard
beautiful penis of his. Then up again and down  with both of our heads
shuddering next to each other as we moan a duet of sexual  pleasure that
increases as the pain fades into oblivion leaving only pleasure  and the subtle
sound of my butt cheeks hitting his groin and legs, "Slap, slap,  slap, slap,"
sounds join our moans of pleasure, my pleasure coming mostly from  inside my
rectum and his from the head and shaft of his cock, "Oooh, ooh, ooh,  ooh,"
as I maintain a steady rhythm now... up and down, up and down, up and down
until my whole world is centered in my rectum and boner. My belly hits his
each  time I go down on his cock as his arm hold tightly around the back of
my neck  and the sides of our faces slide together getting sweaty... and
nothing could  feel this good.


My boner hits Ryan's stomach every time I drop my ass leaving precum in a
little puddle at the bottom of his breast bone. I turn my head and press my
lips  to the side of his forehead, keeping them there, my nose pressed on
top of his  head with our magic carpet ride picking up speed to go along with
the quickly  accelerating sensations of impending climax. Indescribable
pleasure sensation  bombard my brain in the most glorious way with desperation
in both our moans of  pleasure now. Two climaxes are soaring high and taking
us both to new heights of  pleasure, unimaginable to all living things on
this world except us. It's a  frantic thirty seconds at the end, and then a
mushroom cloud of sexual pleasure  and a squeal from me as my back arches and
my head comes up a little, my hips  hump and it's like a delicious bomb
going off in my balls as cum fires up  through my achingly hard boner shooting
cum that splashes under Ryan's chin. His  arms holding me behind my neck
tightens as I squeal again thrusting my hips with  another stream of cum
splattering between us. It's an explosion of sexual  pleasure with me whimpering
shooting little spurts of cum and then going limp as  Ryan body gets stiff, he
struggles on the bed under me, lifts me up a little  with a violent hump
against my ass and cum shoots from his cock off the walls of  my rectum, "Umm,
ooh, ooh," from Ryan still stiff and humping against me again  with his
narrow hip and more cum splatters inside my sloppy ass as Ryan goes  limp now
with me on top of him still impaled by his long  cock.


We breath deeply, our hearts beating, thump, thump, thump against one
another's chest. Two hearts beating together. Ryan's head goes back and mine
comes down so our lips can meet for a luscious kiss with our tongues sliding
together and Ryan almost lifting me to turn us on our side and then me on my
 back with him on top of me now, his cock still up my ass. Our kissing gets
 frenzied with Ryan's hands on my head rubbing my burr haircut as our faces
move  and our noses bump together side to side. His hips start up now as
his boner  comes back hard moving in my slippery ass and feeling oh so
wonderfully fucking  good. He humps his big cock in my ass for a couple of minutes
and I feel another  orgasm beginning when Ryan flops over next to me pulling
his sloppy cock from my  ass. I go up on my side and then lay halfway on
his sticky cheek, sticky with my  cum. His arms go around my back to hug my
body to his as we kiss again, then lay  still with the sides of our faces
touching. Quiet breathing now as sensations  from our sex together buzzes one
last time before fading out completely leaving  me blissfully contented and
feeling on top of the world, all horrors of earlier  today forgotten for the
moment. I rub my nose against the side of Ryan's head  and then give his
cheek a long wet kiss as he hugs the air out of me, then we're  two happy
puppies snuggling together, neither of us speaking.


His body just feels so good, I just love being like this. Ryan begins
absently running his fingers in my short hair again, then turns his head to look
 at me, quietly saying, "Times like this make everything else in my life,
all the  nasty things I've put myself through, seem like nothing. Dylan, you
actually  shouldn't even exist, not in my life anyway. You're one of the
lucky special  people with your exceptional looks and your kind, sweet
personality and perfect  body, hair, eyes and every fuckin' thing about you is
perfection. I don't  deserve someone as exceptionally perfect as you. I often
think I'm dreaming when  you return my affection, and not just during sex with
you, which is the singular  highlight of my life, but your friendship and
kindness to me is a dream come  true. When I'm with you it's like I'm one of
the special people too, beautiful  and clever, tall and sexy. One of the
'in-crowd' that I've observed from afar  all my life. I feel important and
worthwhile when I'm with you and I'll have  these memories all my life no matter
if I go back to being just nerdy Ryan  Wilcocks again." I grin, mumbling, "A
little dramatic perhaps, but I can't  disagree with anything you've said."
We laugh as we hug and wrestle around on  the bed a little. Then, still
hugging each other, I say, "You are one of the  beautiful people you spoke of,
Ryan. If I am, then you certainly are one too,  but I've never been in the
in-crowd or been different than you. If you're nerdy  I love nerds. Ha ha,
actually I'm quite fond of nerds always considering myself  a little nerdy." He
shakes his head, grinning, "You're delusional if you think  you're a nerd.
Us nerds wouldn't allow someone as cute and awesome as you in our  Science
and Engineering Society. You know, your mom's an obtuse triangle, that  sort
of deduction, or the Dungeons and Dragons club. No way! We wouldn't let
someone as cool as you in that club with us. You're hanging with the jocks and
running for class office. You'd probably be president of your class and
king of  the prom with a cheerleader chick as your queen. She wouldn't think of
looking  at, never mind talking to a nerd like me." I'm laughing, then
ruffle the hair on  his head, saying, "Neither of us is any of those things.
Anyway I'm not smart  enough to be in that Science and Engineering club." He
goes, "Oh fuck, I'd let  you join."


Ryan stretches and then says, "Well, all I know is you've got a nerd who
loves you and is going to dominate your ass with some sub/dom sex so you
don't  have a single submissive urge to look for it yourself. I'm gonna look out
for  your well being as if you were my lover, my true lover." I snuggle
into his side  with my arm across his chest, saying, "I hate to inform you, but
this wasn't  sub/dom sex, boss." He goes, "I know. I could be your
true-love lover easily if  you weren't already in true love with Rob." I say, "Oh
yeah, Ryan, you and I  would easily be together the rest of our lives with you
dominating the living  shit out of me." He chuckles, "How romantic.
Dominating the living shit out of  you. Very romantic concept." I kiss his lips,
"You know I love you, Ryan, I've  told you that fifty times." He nods his
head, "I'll happily accept an kind of  love from you, Dylan, be it friendship or
whatever, but you know I mean a love  like you and Rob have." I mutter, "I
know, Ryan," and we do a long kiss with no  tongue, just a warm luscious
kiss with both of us rubbing each other's body.  It's so nice.


I don't think either one of us expected to go to sleep, but we lay
together quietly contented and that's what happens... we fall asleep. It's a
peaceful sleep without a care, and then when I wake up and glance at the still
sleeping Ryan thoughts of reality bombard me. It's Ryan, not Robby, in bed
with  me. Oh yeah, I hope Robby's okay on the couch. And is Chubby safe? He
was drunk  when I talked to him on my cellphone last night. I hope John
Beverly's looking  out for him, my treasure of a brother. Today's Friday and we
have a couple of  classes. Am I prepared? Ah yes, Robby reminded Ryan and me
to do the work for  class and we did it, but there's something else. What is
it? Oh fuck! Today's  the day with Marty. I know I'm stupid about this, but
I can't help thinking it  might be sexually hot to experience his sub/dom,
slave/master, whatever the fuck  sex is with him. I don't even like him,
which breaks my rule of having  buddy-sex only with someone I like and/or find
attractive. Still, I have a  tingling in my nuts thinking about it. Ryan's
warned me it's folly to take Marty  lightly and I believe him, but still I
have that sexy tingle. Looking at Ryan  next to me and that strange new
something makes me feel funny. I lightly run my  fingers through his hair wishing
he's let me give him a real haircut and not  just trim up his long hair.
Maybe he's actually going to grow a ponytail like  Robby. Yes, Robby. I love him
so much, but am I having those feelings for Ryan  now too? And if so how
did that happen? And what am I going to do about  it?


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


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