Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2015 11:41:54 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR  Chapter  51

DYLAN'S  SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  51


by  Donny Mumford




I'm laying in bed alongside a sleeping Ryan as I contemplate how weird
yesterday turned out to be. Strange happenings for sure, like Marty shocking me
 with his confident and forceful dominance. Ryan tried telling me how Marty
is,  but I had to experience it myself before believing it. Then perhaps
the  strangest thing about yesterday is a new sense that somehow I maybe have
fallen in love with Ryan, with emphasis on the word 'maybe'. It would be a
wildly unexpected development because I've never been more in love with
Robby  than I am now. Our lovers sex together, Robby's and mine, has been the
best ever  so why would I fall in love with Ryan too? I could be mistaken of
course, but as  I look at him sleeping beside me I get this mushy feeling
that I can't explain.  In any case I'm keeping this possible development to
myself while I try figuring  out what the fuck's going on in my head. Putting
that subject aside for now I  want to check on Robby and make sure he's
alright. Last night he was in a poker  game with Danny Monday and apparently a
lot of booze was available. Robby  consumed so much of it that he told me on
the phone to let Ryan have his spot in  bed last night, which is why Ryan's
in bed with me and not Robby. It was suppose  to be a welcoming gesture for
Ryan's first night as our temporary roommate.  That's an indication of how
smashed Robby was, and also  how sweet he is.  It's only six-thirty in the
morning but I went to sleep earlier than usual last  night so I'm rested and
feeling good. A quick look at Ryan sleeping has me  thinking he appears so
young and innocent. None of us are innocent by now  though, and the sex Ryan
and I had last night can be added to our loss of  innocence. Hell, I
basically lost my innocence a long time ago anyway. Huh, I  wonder if I have any
left in me. There surely should be some.

Padding out to the hallway as quietly as I can, I see Chubby's door is
closed. Good, he made it home last night. A few more steps and I'm in the
living  room and there's Robby sleeping on the couch looking so cute and handsome
it  takes my breath away. His two-tone blond wavy hair is so beautiful I'll
bet any  girl in the world would love to have it. Well, tough shit, they
can't have it  because it's my boyfriend's. I'd have hair just like Robby's if
my sex-buddies  and lovers would let my hair grow, but that ship's sailed
long ago and I'm fine  with it. Robby can sleep off part of his hangover for
another four hours if he  wants to. Our first class today is mercifully not
until eleven o'clock. Quietly  walking back to Chubby's room I slowly open
the door and look in half expecting  to see some girl laying next to him.
Nope, heh heh, a big grin spreads across my  lips. Chubby only, still fully
dressed with his sneakers on, sleeping sideways  on top of the covers. That's
so like my brother. Okay, both my fabulous  roommates made it home last night
safely,  although they 'er both gonna  have wicked hangovers waiting for
them when they wake up, and I don't. I could  torture them if I wanted by
being real cheerful and talkative, but I won't do  that because I love them both
so much it's enough to blow my mind. I can't  resist walking over and
looking at Chubby close-up. He looks so cute, and here's  some good news for me:
the last haircut I gave him has grown out and now it's  raggedly over the
tops of his ears, which means soon I get to give him another  haircut. Love
cutting his brown hair and having that short intimate time with  just him and
me. And yeah, giving haircuts can be a sort of an intimate time  between two
guys if the barber knows what he doing in that regard, and mostly I  do.
Not with everyone though, god forbid, but for some special guys, yum! Of
course I love every single thing about Chubby anyway, and sometimes in a weak
moment I even wish he wasn't my brother so he could be my lover. As things
are I  wouldn't care if it's incest, but he would 'cause he's a better person
than  me.


As I'm brushing my teeth I'm remembering the shower  Ryan and I had last
night. The one without any sexy messin' around by us. That  was a first as far
as I can remember. Then we did get a little sexy and messy  afterwards with
our last sexual encounter of the day, which was uber good! Sure,  we
cleaned up a little after that but I still feel like another shower to start  this
brand new day. For some reason I have this crazy idea in my head I should
check with Ryan before taking a shower. That's insane of course so I go back
 into the bathroom, closing the door quietly, and get the shower running.
During  the shower I try figuring out why in the world I'd give a thought to
asking Ryan  if it's okay for me to take a shower. It's illogical and
stupid, except it  probably has something to due with him feeling he should be in
charge. In charge  to the degree I don't get tempted by Marty's form of
dominance when  I have a return engagement with him. That might sound crazy, but
last night  seemed intriguing in hindsight, although it wasn't when it was
actually  happening. In short I still think Ryan's over reacting to the
situation. I mean  there's no way I'd be taken in by a bully prick like Marty.
There's always the  possibility Ryan's jealous, but on second thought that's
too  stupid for words. No, I think he's sincerely concerned about me
although I still  think Ryan's making a mountain out of a molehill. We have an
agreement for Ryan  changing roommates without a whole lot of shit from Marty,
but it requires Ryan  and me spending twenty-four hours being Marty's 'boys'
or 'slaves' or whatever  the fuck he calls us. I'm probably too
inexperienced with overbearing dominance  like Marty's to think this way, but for a day
being dominated like that seems  interesting, that's all I'm saying.  Like
that trip to New York City, it's  just dangerous enough to be adventurous.
It's sort of like years ago with me  contemplating riding the double-shot in
Wildwood when I was a young kid.  Something I challenged myself to do.


Anyway, I'll have a much better feel for things after the twenty-four
hours of slavery, ha ha. One day of acting submissive is an interesting
experience, but obviously there's no way I'd want to put up with all the shit
Marty handed out to Ryan for three months straight. That's totally out of the
fucking question and I don't know why Ryan held out so long before agreeing
he  needs to get out of the arrangement. I'm wondering if it could  have had
something to do with us guys repeatedly telling Ryan he should move out of
Marty's room, and Ryan stubbornly trying to prove he was right in his
choice of  a roommate. It's not easy for any of us to admit we're wrong, but
sometimes you  just gotta. Finally the cold-bloodedness of Marty breaking Ryan's
finger on  purpose was too much for even Ryan. Well yeah, that would
certainly do it for me  too. In any case I'm approaching this Marty thing just
like my New York trip;  meaning, anytime during the twenty-four hours I feel
things are heading out of  control I'm out of there and forget about the
fucking handshake I had with  Marty. There's limits to what I'll tolerate from
over the line behavior, which  is when I check out and send in the calvary if
necessary. I'm not expecting that  and I didn't feel the calvary was
necessary in New York either. Me leaving was  enough of a message to John that he
overdid it with me. Ryan's concerned I'll be  infatuated with the
submissiveness Marty brings out in me, but his concern is  misguided because it isn't
going to happen. It is sweet of Ryan though to be so  concerned for my well
being. Robby and Ryan are both basically sweet  guys.


Out of the shower I dry off and walk into the bedroom naked while  thinking
maybe I should have stayed in bed to see if Ryan wants a little morning
sex. I sure could go for that, and he used to love fucking first thing in the
morning. Hmmm, decisions, decisions. Oh what the fuck I'll get back in bed.
Ta  da, I fall asleep again too. When I wake up this time I see Ryan's
awake and  staring at me. I grin, asking, "What?" and he says, "Nothing, I was
just  pinching myself to be sure I'm not dreaming about sleeping with someone
as cute  as you." I reach over to tussle his hair, mumbling, "Imagine how I
feel!" He  chuckles, "I could take that a couple of different ways," and
I'm like, "It was  meant in a good way." He kisses me with his lips only,
saying, "Hey, I smell  toothpaste." I tell him about brushing my teeth and
taking a shower, then  embellish it with, "I wanted to be clean and have fresh
breath in case you  wanted to fuck me again." He goes, "You're awesome, but no
more fucking for now.  I'm taking a shower too." Huh, that sucks! I get
dressed and check on Chubby  again. He hasn't moved so I'm guessing he's
skipping class today. I wonder if  Robby has the same idea. These boys need to
learn to control their alcohol  intake. Well yeah, but that's one of the main
reasons for going away to college  in the first place: learning how to drink
without getting a hangover every day.  In the living room I see Robby's also
still sleeping soundlessly. That doesn't  surprise be though, I don't
believe I've ever heard so much as a single snoring  sound from him. Guess he's
got good sinuses or whatever it is that prevents  snoring. Hope I have
whatever it is too. I pour some OJ and then make coffee  feeling pretty good. Then
I remember Robby's driving to Framingham today and  staying all weekend.
Damn, I'll miss him! It's his father's birthday and then  some sort of
business meeting about a new developmental project that's still a  year away.
Fucking businesses and their ubiquitous meetings.


Actually it works out that Robby's busy this weekend because tonight I'll
be busy with Ryan doing sub/dom sex with Marty. Plus, as I said, I've got
this  new minor concern thinking I may have fallen in love with Ryan. Hmm, I
need to  sort that out. The thing is I don't know how to explain my new
feelings for him,  unless it's love, and obviously I was being sarcastic calling
it a 'minor'  concern. It's a mountain's worth of concern and could
complicate my life like  never before. I mean, I know I thought maybe I loved Ryan
at the beginning of  last summer too, but this is a different feeling than
that one. He moved to  Georgia and I was sad to see him go, but I wasn't
broken hearted or anything.  That would seem to indicate I wasn't in love with
him, and maybe this time I'm  not in love either. Love, like life, is
apparently a tricky fucking thing. I  thought I learned what love is from Robby and
I did, but Ryan's not Robby so  maybe it's a very different thing depending
who you fall in love with. If I am  in fact in love with him I don't have a
clue what to do about it. Ha, especially  if the feelings not reciprocated
by Ryan. That'd be doubly awkward. Like I said,  life can be confusing. Out
on the balcony I'm shivering in the cold while  smoking a cigarette and
drinking coffee thinking of last night out here with  Ryan. It seemed almost
romantic until I kind of snapped at him because I was  tired of hearing about
the nonsensical danger of me becoming a Marty disciple.  Ryan and I made up
easily though, so I just don't know what it all  means.

Through the sliding glass door I see Robby flopping over on the couch. I
flick the cigarette butt brilliantly into the parking lot. Naturally, no one
was  here to see it. Inside I kneel next to Robby, "Bad hangover, Rob?" He
groans,  opening his eyes, "The worst! I was such an asshole thinking I could
keep up  with the guys doing shots." I nod, "Shots, huh? Yeah, I can't take
them either.  Why don't you get in our bed, it'll be more comfortable."
Taking a deep breath,  he says, "Good idea." I go, "I'll bring you OJ and
Tylenol." Robby staggers up  as I'm thinking that Danny Monday might be a bad
influence on my Robby. This is  the second time he's been all fucked up from
booze in the past few days.  As I'm pouring the OJ into a glass I run over in
my head the condition of  the sheets on our bed. Hmmm, Ryan and I had that
sex last night in bed, but I  don't believe there's a noticeable amount of
cum on the sheets. I shot my load  on Ryan's chest and stomach basically,
which makes me grin 'cause it was kinda  messy. Kinda funny too, and his spunk
went up my ass, so we should be good,  sheets-wise anyway. I take the Tylenol
and OJ into the bedroom and find Ryan  getting dressed and Robby taking a
piss in the bathroom. Ryan says, "Rob's in  bad shape," I nod my head, "Yeah,
I suggested he get in bed. The couch isn't the  best place to sleep off a
hangover." Ryan says, "I feel bad that I slept in here  last night and Rob
had to sleep on the couch." I pretend I'm serious, saying,  "Well yeah, but
you've always been a selfish bastard, so..." and shrug. He goes,  "Hey!" and I
chuckle. Robby comes out and plops on the edge of the bed to drink  his OJ
along with three Tylenol. Ryan and I stupidly watch him do that. He  glances
over and tries to grin, then puts the glass down and gets under the
covers.


I go over next to him, quietly saying, "You should skip classes today,
Robby. I mean you haven't missed a class all year, so ya know." He mumbles,
"You're probably right, babe. Yeah, I'll stay in bed for a few more hours and
then drive home. Oh, something else. Don't be mad, but under the influence
of  adult beverages last night, which I can't handle, I promised to be the
assistant  coach on the practice basketball squad." That pisses me off
because he's got the  baseball team's activities taking up a lot of his free time
as it is, and now  this. On the other hand, he used the foolproof college
students excuse: 'Oh, I  was so fucked up I didn't know what I was doing'.
That forgives all misdeeds and  transgressions. It's an unspoken rule. I take
pity on him though because he's  feeling like shit, so I say, "Oh, that's
cool, Rob. Um, hope I still get to see  you once in awhile." He goes, "Don't be
like that Dylan. It's only two hours a  day. Sometimes early morning and
sometimes in the evening so we'll see just as  much of each other as before."
That's a crock, but I'm not going to argue about  it now. Huh, I can't help
but wonder if a certain Danny Monday will also be an  assistant coach. The
thing is though, Robby loves being involved in sports, so I  say, truthfully,
"That's okay, Robby. I like it when you're happy. I don't shine  if you
don't shine." He smiles, "Thanks, Dylan. Give me a kiss. I won't see you  until
Sunday." We kiss an amazingly sweet kiss and I smile at him, then kiss him
again and hug him feeling weepy for some reason. Jesus! What was that
emotion  all about? Rubbing my fingers in his hair, I say goodbye and back out of
the  room with both of us waving our hands at each other like a couple of
nerds. Ha,  I love that boy!


Glancing in Chubby's bedroom on the way by I see he  hasn't moved. Well,
his chest is moving up and down slightly so he's breathing  at least. Then in
the kitchen I set Ryan up with OJ and coffee, asking, "Would  you like
breakfast?" He shakes his head, "No thanks. Um, Robby's skipping class,  huh?" I
nod, "Yeah, it's just you and me, Ryan. Hope we can manage without our
leader," and chuckle. He says, "You still got a leader," and I go, "Oh yeah,
that reminds me. Let me tell you what I almost did," and I tell him how I
almost  asked his permission to take a shower. He laughs, "No, I'm not that in
charge! Feel free to take a piss anytime you want too." I consider  asking
him if he thinks we're in love, but fortunately at the last second I  manage
to avoid that brain fart. We finish up in the kitchen and head for the
campus early. As Ryan slowly drives us there I think about yesterday again, and
how I was driving Ryan's mini everywhere we went, that is until I had the
melt  down at Marty's. After that I meekly handed the keys back to Ryan. I
figured he  was going to insist on them anyway after my pathetic showing with
Marty. That's  called 'knowing your place', and at that time I knew mine. It
sucks, but it's my  character flaw to act submissive when encountering
dominate, confident  personalities. I say 'flaw' although I usually get sexual
arousal in situations  like that. Ya know, it's not like one day I said to
myself, 'Hey, I'll be  submissive to dominant guys when sex is involved. Great
idea!' No, that didn't  happen, it's just the way I am presently. Maybe as I
get older I'll outgrow it.  I'll never be a dominant type myself, of
course, because it too often borders on  being a bully. Yep, Marty definitely is
that, but I don't think Willie was, and  he was dominant. Gee, I miss him.
In a way I hope I don't outgrow my  submissive fetish, but in another way I
wish I could control it  better.


It's cold this morning, which isn't surprising since it December,
fifteenth. Luckily I remembered my hat and gloves for once. On campus we're  walking
from the car, with Ryan asking, "You thinking about this afternoon and  the
twenty-four hours that follows?" I shrug, "Now and then, why?" He says,
"Because I've been thinking about it and I really wish it was just me doing
it,  that's all. I'm thinking you should take a pass on it and let me handle
it  alone." I'm like, "No, that'll just screw everything up, Ryan. We got a
deal  that after this afternoon you're free of him. Then it'll be up to you,
not him,  when and if you want to see him again. You're done being his
roommate, so lets  finish it now and forget it ever happened." We sit on the
steps outside the  lecture hall, with Ryan saying, "Okay, if you insist on going
with me at least  remember all the pointers I gave you last night for
dealing with Marty, and if  you forget anything, do what I do." I'm like,
"Frankly I'm sick of talking about  this. We beat this dead horse enough yesterday
to last a lifetime." He smirks at  me, "That doesn't sound like a submissive
response to your boss, who's in  charge." I smirk back, "That's because I
didn't feel like being submissive at  the moment, boss. You're too little and
cute to be my boss anyway." He says, "Oh  yeah, who beat you in wrestling
on the bed yesterday?" I go, "That would be you,  boss." We chuckle 'cause
we're feeling good for now. In the lecture hall Ryan  asks, "Should we be wild
and crazy guys and not sit up front today?" I shake my  head, "No, I'd feel
funny, like I'm dissing Rob or something. I'm sitting in my  regular seat."
He comes down with me, saying, "Oh, should we leave the seat  between us
open pretending Rob's sitting there?" I go, "I don't know, you're the  boss.
You tell me." When you're not the boss you don't need to make any  decisions
you don't want to. Convenient, huh?


We sit next to each other and for the most part do everything the way we
do it with Robby including taking notes, having hot chocolate at the quad,
and  lunch at a fast food joint. At lunch I ask, "Okay, we're doing the
sub/dom stuff  with Marty right after second class, but when do we eat dinner?" He
says,  "They'll give us something, probably in a doggie dish." I say, "No
seriously,  what will we do about dinner." He says, "I just told you, Dylan."
I'm like,  "That's sick," and he shrugs. I don't believe him. The last
class ends and I  drop the false bravado and exchange 'looks' with Ryan as we
run up the lecture  hall steps. We only have five minutes to get to the dorm
room and Ryan's  emphatic that we don't want to be late and get off on the
wrong foot. We're  running up the steps to Ryan's old dorm now, when I ask,
out of breath, "Do you  knock or just go in?" He says, "I used to just go in,
but I'll knock this time  and then go in." That's what he does and we find
Rex and Marty sitting at the  desk laughing and cursing while playing a
computer game. They don't even look at  us. I put my backpack next to Ryan's
feeling like I have a lump in my throat.  This is so stupid!  Ryan's taking off
his clothes so I do too, then when  we're naked he hands me a dog collar and
puts one on himself, then tightens mine  two notches and now I can hardly
swallow. He nods his head that I need to leave  it like that. We get down on
our hands and knees and go to the corners we were  in last night. My corner
is four feet from the desk Rex and Marty are at.  Getting my head up, the
wait begins. After a half hour it becomes an agony  holding this position.


I pass the time listening to those two argue about the computer game, and
who's cheating who, and who's winning, and blah, blah, blah. They're loud
and  seemingly sincerely having a good time. Part of the time I'm thinking of
something Marty will try to do that could be the last straw for me, the one
that  brakes the camel's back, so to speak. The one thing that makes me
just say 'fuck  it, I'm not doing that' and then either fight my way out or
call 911 or some  fucking thing. If it's something I absolutely don't want to
do, I'm not doing  it. It's hard to come up with bizarre scenarios though.
How do I know what a  sick bastard like Marty might think of? After at least
forty-five minutes, my  neck and knees are aching, as Marty finally says, "I
win, sucker. You owe me ten  bucks, but now lets have some fun with the
naked slave boys conveniently at our  disposal," and they scrap their chair away
from the desk. One of them attaches a  leash to my collar and yanks on it.
I stiffly follow feeling very submissive so  don't dare look to see who's
leading me by the leash.  Ryan told me never  to look at them, so my aching
head's close to the floor now. I hear Marty say,  "This one first." I can tell
he's at the other side of the room so it's Rex who  has my leash. Rex pulls
back on the leash, saying, "Up on your knees, slave,"  and I do that and
see Ryan's up on his knees too. Rex blurts out a laugh, "Oh  fuck, this is so
funny. Enemas for our naked slaves." He laughs again, "This  always cracks
me up," then he pulls on my leash, " Get your head up straight,  pussy?" My
cock firms up as I get upright as straight as I can. His face close  to mine,
he asks, "Feel good, does it? I see you're growing a stiffy there." I
don't know if I'm supposed to say anything or not, but my cock's firming up more
 and beginning to feel good. Marty clarifies if I should answer Rex or not,
 mumbling, "Fag boy knows not to speak unless I tell him to. Get the shit
bucket,  Rex." Rex drops the leash and goes out of my line of sight, so I
watch Marty  attach an old fashioned enema bottle with a hook to the top of the
closet door  as he's mumbling, "This'll give it a nice hard flow coming
down from there." He  looks at me, explaining, "This is a two quart bottle of
water with a little soap  mixed in to clean your asses out so they're good
for fucking." Dropping my eyes  to the floor I almost moan with my cock
approaching the hard stage.


I've had a enema once or twice in my life as a child and as I recall it
feels kinda good being all cleaned out, but it can give you stomach cramps
too.  Ryan eyes are looking down so I do too, but I want to see what I'm in for
so I  look up under my eyelids and see Rex put a bucket behind Ryan. He
calls to me,  "Newest slave fag, you'll be emptying that bucket when we're
through with it.  I'll tell you when, ya stuck-up pussy." I'm not stuck up and
I'm not a pussy, ya  fucking idiot! That's what I'm thinking, but don't say
it out loud. There's a  tube coming from the enema bottle that tapers at the
end. Marty's got a tissue  with lubricant he's spreading on the tapered end
of the tube, as he says to  Ryan, "On your feet and hunch over the bucket."
Then swats the back of Ryan's  head, saying ,"Move faster!" Ryan's does what
he's told and then Marty pushes  the tube up Ryan's asshole. It seems to go
quite a way up there with Ryan  grimacing silently. My cock is fairly hard
now listing to the left as I again  stifle a moan. It's sick, but Ryan and I
are acting so submissive it's arousing  me. Rex twist a little knob on the
clear tube and I see the water flowing down  fast. Huh, there's something
new... I notice Rex is slightly feminine in some of  his arm and head
movements. I hadn't noticed that before right now, not that  I've ever paid much
attention to him until this afternoon. He giggles as some of  the water that's
gone into Ryan's bowels squeezes back out his ass and pings in  the bucket.
The bottle's soon half empty so that's a quart already and Ryan's  beginning
to grimace more and quietly groan. Probably because his stomach's
cramping. It's sickly fascinating watching this and I'm kind of mesmerized by  it.
Marty turns off the flow before the bottle's empty, muttering, "We'll show
this one mercy." He hits the back of Ryan's head again, saying, "Hold it in!"
 From the look on Ryan's red, scrunched-up face it's taking a lot of effort
 holding all that fluid inside his bowels. There's sweat running down his
face  and dripping off his chin. My boner's hard and up against my stomach as
Marty  taps Rex's shoulder, pointing at my boner. They both laugh and Rex
comes over to  poke my boner with a paddle I didn't even notice he was
holding until now. I  give a thought to leaving right now except that'd be
abandoning Ryan. These two  perverts are going to need some payback for this, and
that's for sure. We'll  wait a couple of months so they aren't thinking about
us and then BAMB!  Something to show then what we think about them.


Finally Marty pulls the hose out of Ryan's ass with Rex giggling like a
girl again. There's a noticeable splash of brown water in the bucket as it
gushes out of Ryan's ass. Disgusting! I see the flow as I look between Ryan's
legs. Rex and Marty are watching from behind mugging and holding their
noses and  laughing making crude comments. I smell it over here and it ain't
pleasant.  Water drools out of Ryan's ass for a couple of minutes before they
sit him down  against the wall on a Pampers. That's what it looks like
anyway. Rex fills the  enema bottle with bottled water and adds some green
Palmolive dish soap, the  kind used in the kitchen. Marty says, "Extra soap for the
big shot", so Rex  gives the plastic bottle another squeeze and the green
detergent floats in a  squiggly line in the water. Then to me, he says, "Get
your ass over here?" I  drop to my hands and walk over past Ryan, who's
sitting on the floor limp, his  legs out in front of him. I don't recall the
enemas I've had leaving me limp  like Ryan appears to be. "Get up and squat
over the bucket," so I do that with  my cock tightening up even more
threatening to move away from my belly to stick  straight out like it did for Marty
last night. I'm hugely embarrassed about this  whole mess, my face is on fire,
red and hot. Marty's been holding the tube ever  since he pulled it from
Ryan's ass. He pushes it up my ass and the thought of it  just being up Ryan's
ass makes my dick move and I tighten my groin muscles  thinking I'm going
to cum. Oh no! If I spunk like this I'll die of  embarrassment. When the
soapy water starts pouring into my bowels all thoughts  of me having an orgasm
leave my head as my cock goes limp and is soon hanging  listlessly between my
legs. The cramps start after a minute and they keep  getting worse. Maybe
Ryan felt them too, but he gutted his way through it. I'm  groaning like mad
because it's painful. My groans get then both laughing so hard  they're
holding onto each other to keep from falling over. Gawd, this is  humiliating!
Plus, each minute is like an hour of cramps, but they won't stop  the flow
even though I yell, "You gotta stop it! It's doing something bad inside  me!"
I'm not supposed to talk, but fuck that! My yells just get them laughing
harder. Beware the sadists who secretly roam among us...


As the water's still flowing up my ass I'm trying to shit right past the
tube and I hear some water hitting Ryan's water in the bucket, but the
cramping  gets worse as more water pours inside me. My whole body's sweating and
then  finally they pull the tube out and relief brings tears to me eyes. Lots
of stuff  rushes out of my ass and keeps coming and coming and coming. Then
I hear Marty  ask, and he sounds pissed-off, "What the fuck? How much soap
did you put in the  water, you asshole?" Rex whines, "You said extra," and
Marty's like, "There's  soap bubbles coming out his ass. Oh fuck it! Put
fresh water in the bottle, we  gotta rinse out his bowels. Jesus Christ, Rex! Ya
dumb shit!" I'm so fucking  weak, plus I don't feel at all nice and cleaned
out like I remember. This blows!  The hose goes up my ass again, but only a
quart of plain water goes in and then  one of them pulls the tube out right
away. My legs are cramping now too from  squatting over the bucket like
this. Marty says, "Still some bubbles. Do it  again." Oh fuck! One more time
and then Marty helps me over to sit next to Ryan  on my own Pamper. Ryan's
eyes are closed and his body looks tense. Marty says,  "Okay, that was a
mistake. Our bad, sorry, Dylan." That shocks me almost as much  as the enema, but
thank god he said that. Maybe he's not the monster I was  beginning to think
he is.


Rex hands Marty two handcuffs and he handcuffs Ryan's and my ankles
together, then our wrists, my right wrist to Ryan's left wrist. Rex's is  giggling
as he swing a ball gag near my face and then the hard ball part of the  gag
bounces off my lips, as he's saying, "Oh, I'm so sorry." There's more silly
 giggling, then goes, "Open up, pussy." I open my mouth wide wondering who
had  this thing in their mouth last. The ball goes in gagging me and Rex
ties it  tightly behind my head. Glancing over I see Ryan already has his gag
in his  mouth. He's still got his eyes closed for some reason. Marty pats my
head, "Be  back in an hour or so, and then we can get started training you.
Ryan will help.  First order of business is a spanking that will knock out
any of the cockiness  you got left in ya. You'll be my super submissive slave
boy after that. You'll  be looking up to me adoringly with your cock as
hard as steel. Heh heh, and then  have I got some things planned for you to
reinforce your submissiveness to me,  and Rexy boy here too. Heh heh, you're in
the shit now, Newman." I don't look at  him, so he says, "Yeah, you're
getting the picture now, ain't ya? Let's go,  Rex," I'm not supposed to look at
them, but I look up and watch them leave.  Marty's arm is across Rex's
shoulder. Huh, how 'bout Rex being a bit 'girlie'. I  look at Ryan and try to say
something past the gag, but it comes out garbled and  unintelligible so I
stop. Nudging Ryan he opens his eyes and looks at me, then  shakes his head
in apparent disgusts. At me? Maybe at our situation, or at the  perverts,
surely not at me. I look at him with a questioning expression, but he  shakes
his head again, meaning I assume we can't communicate like this. He's  right
so I go back to thinking about the lousy way my insides feel. Maybe the
worst is over.  Yeah, except we still have that spanking that Marty says  will
be the mother of all spankings, so maybe the worst isn't over. After that
what is there? What else can they do and what was Marty alluding to? They're
going to fuck us for certain, so good, do it. Oh fuck, the smell of that
bucket  of shitty water is gross!


After more than an hour, with me feeling my boner gets stiff again, I  hear
the doorknob rattling and in they come arguing about something. Rex roughly
 takes my ball gag out, almost pulling my front teeth out with it, and then
takes  off the handcuffs, saying, "Put on your pants and empty that bucket
in the  lavatory, pussy boy." Marty's spraying room deodorizer around. I go
to pull on  my underwear, but Rex swats my head, "Pants only, and wash out
the bucket when  your through." I pick up the five gallon plastic bucket of
shitty water and  leave the room wearing only my pants going down the
corridor barefoot and bare  chested. The few guys in the corridor grouse about the
smell, explaining there's  a new invention called the toilet I might want to
try next time. One guy says to  the other, "Who the fuck is he anyway?"  I
ignore them because they're the  least of my worries and I hope to never be
in this dormitory again after this.  Emptying the bucket in a toilet,
figuring I can't wash it out in the sink, I  stick it under one of a shower heads,
which thankfully are all vacant. I need to  wash it out three times before
it stops stinking. Back in the room Marty sprays  the bucket with Lysol
disinfectant while Rex hooks me up with handcuffs and ball  gag again next to
Ryan, who doesn't look at anything but the floor. Then Rex and  Marty sit down
at the desk and work on homework assignments. Huh, conscientious  students.
I'm openly looking at them by now and hating on them, but they pay no  more
attention to me than they do the chairs or the beds. They start arguing
again, something about tomorrow night. It's more like arguing in fun rather
than  they're about to fight. Marty has shown very little of the vitriol he
had last  night, and in fact he did the right thing cleaning the soap from my
bowels which  have settled down by now. He apologized for Rex's mistake too,
which was  unexpected. I guess Ryan's right that after a night like last
night, when Marty  was like a raving maniac, tonight he changes his approach
to keep me off guard.  It's like he expects me to think he's not a bad guy
after all. Yeah, except he  threatened me with the worst spanking of my life
and then hinted at other  nefarious things he has planned for me. Ryan warned
me not to fall into the trap  of thinking Marty's compassionate because
it's just part of Marty's manipulation  to keep me, or any of his 'boys',
thinking it's worth putting up with anything  because of the submissive/dominant
sex that follows. I trust Ryan, not Marty, so  I'm not falling for Marty's
act. It's getting close to the time I may leave  because it isn't real sexy
or exciting at all.


They get around to Ryan and me finally, with Rex asking, "How you two
turds doing?" as he takes out the ball gags from both our mouths, then the
handcuffs. Marty says, "Spanking time, boys." Ryan stands and leans over with
his hands on his thighs, so I do too. Rex asks, "Can we use the paddle
tonight,  Marty?" Marty goes, "Yeah, lets paddle their asses red, especially this
one,"  and he swats my head. My eyes meet Ryan's, but his expression is
blank so I  don't know what to think. The paddle of course is a ping pong
paddle, the paddle  of choice for this kind of thing. I can't imagine it hurts
much worse than  Marty's meaty hand, but then when I feel the first, "SMACK!" I
know differently.  It's much worse. I yelp out at the first one, then
remember not to do that.  Neither of the perverts say anything though so I yelp
out at the second,  "SMACK!" too. Rex gets a bad case of the giggles as
"SMACK!" the third paddle  hits my ass. Marty laughs too then, and says, "Fuck,
Rex, you're making me  laugh, stop it!" Then, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!"
and I'm howling moving away  from him as they howl with laughter. Rex goes,
"Give me a turn, Marty, can you  hold the faggot." I'm still stupidly leaning
over at the waist as I try walking  away from them, but Marty gets my head
in a reverse headlock holding me in place  and Rex's swings that paddle from
way back, and it's, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!  SMACK!" Tears are running down
my face as I struggle against Marty, screaming  and cursing. Rex goes, "I'm
gonna get the back of his pink thighs now, and Ryan  yells, "NO! That's
enough! Paddle me instead, you sick fuck's!" The giggling and  laughing stops as
Marty turns red in the face and smacks Ryan across the face so  hard Ryan
silently falls over sideways. Marty's screaming, "You don't talk to me  like
that!" I don't know how exactly it happens, but I've got my arm around
Marty's throat from behind pulling him backwards with all my might making a
growling sound that's scary. Marty struggles but loses his balance with my full
weight trying to drag him over backward. Gravity wins and he hits the floor
hard  as I back away and watch his head bounce off the hardwood. Then I'm
on top of  him for a couple of seconds throwing punches until he gets on his
feet lifting  me and throwing me on the floor. I land on my side and slide
as I hear Rex  scream. Then a blur as Ryan leaps on Marty from behind like a
cheetah or  something. Jesus! He's gouging at Marty's eyes until Marty
throws him off his  back and luckily Ryan lands against the mattress on the
closest bed. Rex is  bleeding holding his face for reasons unknown.


I go low tackling Marty around his calves, and pulling back and up hard
makes him fall forward cracking his forehead on the edge of the desk. He sits
on  the floor holding his head, yelling, "Stop! Stop! You crazy asshole's."
Ryan's  up again holding an empty bottle of Coke by the neck. Someone was
gonna feel  that on top of their head. Maybe Marty saw it and that's why he
yelled, Stop!  Ryan, without looking at me, says, "Dylan, get dressed." He's
staring hard at  Marty, pointing at me, saying, "You don't treat him like
that, fuckwad! You'll  never do that shit to him again, and giggle about it,
you sick bastard..." as he  raises the bottle like he's going to hit Marty
over the head with it. I shout,  "No, Ryan!" He glances at me, then says to
Marty, "You touch him again and I'll  kill you. You and me are through
permanently, and I should have said that  two months ago. I don't care if I get
expelled, I don't care if I go to jail,  but if you touch either one of us again
I'll come up behind you one day when you  least expect it and stab you
right through to your black heart. You might be  sitting in class or in the
dining hall when the light goes out on you  permanently." Marty's waving his
hand, saying, "You crazy motherfucker, all you  had to do is say, 'No!' Ya dumb
fag." Ryan throws the bottle at him, but Marty  dodges it and it clangs off
the desk without breaking. Rex is sitting in the  corner holding a bunch of
tissues to his nose. I hate him, but I'm still glad  it's only a bloody
nose. Ryan's getting dressed, muttering, "I must have been  out of my mind to
tolerate your insane bullshit, Marty." Marty's standing up,  saying, "If you
think there's some way you're not going to get your ass kicked  for this,
you're delusional. Both you fairies are dead fags walking." That  pisses me
off, I yell, "Just shut the fuck up, will ya? Jesus, what an enormous  asshole
you are! What's your plan, Marty? Keep retaliating back and forth maybe,
until we get thrown out of college or someone gets killed. For what? Huh? For
 what?" Rex's voice is high as he screams, "Why'd you come if you didn't
want to  play the game?" Ryan points at Rex, saying, "You, shut the fuck up."
Then to  Marty, "It was one thing for you to do stuff to me, break my finger
and  everything else, but when I watch you do it to my friend the insanity
of this  whole scene turned my stomach. You're a sick perverted fuck." Marty
says,  "You're the sick one for liking to be humiliated and punished." Ryan
pulls his  sweatshirt over his head, saying, "Yeah, I was, but now I'm
cured and you're  still a sick perverted fuck."


I'm dressed, not sure what to do now. Marty's got a big lump on his
forehead. He says, "Okay, you don't want to play anymore, fine. Get your shit  and
get outta here." Ryan's getting two big green trash bags out of a drawer,
"I'm getting my shit alright and we'll get outta here when I'm goddamn good
and  ready to get outta here." Rex says, "Marty? Um, are we gonna let them
get away  with this?" Marty yells at him, "For all the help you were, ya
flamer, whaddaya  suggest?" Rex goes, "I don't know, but they're  making an ass
out of us." He goes, "You are an ass, Rex," then to Ryan, "Look,  we can
still save some of the night. How about we dispense with the paddling and
we'll just fuck both of you?" Ryan mutters, "Fuck yourselves, not us," as he's
stuffing his clothes into a trash bag," Marty sits down in the desk chair,
saying, "You know we'll still need to pay you both back for this, don'cha?"
Ryan's got one trash bag full and he's starting on the second one,
mumbling,  "You can try," and Marty chuckles, "Try? Ha, what are you gonna do about
it?"  Ryan looks hard at him for a second, then coldly says, "I already told
you what  I'll do, and I swear to God I'll do it too. I'll stab you right
through the  heart." I say, "Come on, Marty, don't prove further how big an
asshole you  are, we talked about this shit last night. You beat us up and we
get some  friends and beat you up and you do the same and we do the same.
Do you sense  there's anything pointless and stupid about that?" He shrugs,
"Yeah, but we  can't let this go, now can we?" I go, "Yeah, ya can! Consider
all the shit  you've done to Ryan. That the advance payback you already got.
Consider it even  or we'll all be bigger losers than we are already,
including you!" He says, "Oh  yeah, I forgot you were on the debating team," and I
go, "Fuck a whole bunch of  debating teams, I'm trying to make sense of the
situation from your point of  view." Rex says, "That sounds fair to me,
Marty," and Marty laughs, "You're  quite the ally, Rex." Then to me, he goes,
"Yeah, okay. I'm so sick of you two I  could vomit." I shrug, pointing at the
bucket, "Go ahead and  vomit."


Ryan's standing next to Marty collecting his stuff from the desk and
throwing it in with his clothes. Marty says, "You're gonna miss this, ya know."
Ryan doesn't say anything. I'm just standing here not at all sure what just
happened. Rex, still sitting on the floor with his head back trying to stop
his  nose from bleeding, says nasally, "If you broke my nose, Wilcocks, I'm
gonna be  so mad." I laugh at that because it's so lame and Marty snickers
too, repeating,  "So mad," then he says, "You're a real tiger, Rex." He gets
up, saying to me,  "I'm friggin' shocked that you had the balls, Newman. I
pegged you for a bigger  pussy than Ryan there." I shrug again. If something
works for you stick with it.  Shrugs are noncommittal and easy to do. Ryan
says, "Dylan, can you take the  other bag," as he puts on his backpack. I
put my backpack on and pick up the  bag. Marty asks me, "How's your ass feel?"
I say, "Extremely sore." He chuckles,  "Good," and we leave just like that,
without closing the door. That'll show 'em.  I guess this is a case of a
bully pushing hard enough to get Ryan and me to push  back harder. It worked
for us this time because Ryan and I thru caution to the  wind, but unlike the
popular contention that when you push back, a bully will  turtle, it hardly
ever works. We went insane for a minute or two and Marty  wasn't prepared
for that, so that's the trick, go insane.

We're humping the bags to Ryan's Mini,  and for something to say, I
mumble, "What the fuck ya got in here, Ryan? It weights a ton!" Ryan looks at  me,
very pale in the face, then he bends over and throws up. Adrenaline I
guess.  Standing next to him I rub his back as he hurls again. Good thing we
haven't  eaten dinner yet. The watery vomit spreads near his trash bag of
clothing so I  move it away, asking, "You okay now?" and he hurls again without
much coming  out. I get a bag over each shoulder and stagger the last five
yards to the car,  drop them there and go back to see about Ryan. He's still
leaning over,  mumbling, "I think I broke my hand." I nod, "Oh, how'd ya do
that?" He  straightens up, "Rex hit it with his face." I go, "Ouch, that's
gotta sting." He  chuckles and we go to the Mini and stuff one bag in the back
seat and the other  in the small trunk, but we can close it, so fuck it we
leave it open. We get in  and I gingerly sit down.  My buttocks is still on
fire. If Rex had started  whacking on the back of my tights I'd be fucked for
three or four days. Ryan  drives us to the apartment at breakneck speed,
hitting twenty-five miles an hour  at times. I mutter, "Whoa, cowboy," and he
chuckles, then says, "That didn't go  off tonight as planned, did it?" I
say, "Not exactly, but why couldn't you have  snapped out before they beat the
shit out of my ass?" He says, "I was waiting  until they were tired out,"
and I go, "Oh yeah, good thinking." Actually  thinking back on it, it was all
a little anticlimactic.


My ass is really stinging for real though, but other than that I don't
think anything else hurts from my tumble to the floor. It was very fortuitous
that Marty's head collided with the desk like that. It took all the fight
out of  him. Nothing like a little luck. He didn't get one good punch in which
is a good  thing because one punch might have been all he needed to change
the ending  completely around. I mumble, "We were lucky," and as Ryan's
parking at the back  door, he says, "Yeah, I know." Then, "Lets dump my shit
here and you watch it  while I park." I mutter, "Roger that, boss," and that's
what we do. I light a  cigarette waiting for Ryan to walk back from the
parking spot. I'm not thinking  about anything particular because I don't know
what to think. It all happened so  fast and was so unexpected I'm not sure of
anything. I'm not sure it's over  either, but if I had to guess I'd say it
is. Marty's not stupid. Tonight was  just another example of something
happening I totally didn't expect. Ryan walks  up and takes my cigarette for a
drag. He plops down on the step and I light  another cigarette and sit
gingerly in front of him on one of the bags of  clothes. We smoke silently until
done the cigarettes. Ryan flicks his butt  casually into the night and I step
on mine not wanting to press my luck. I had a  great flick earlier tonight
and I don't want to break the streak of good flicks  at 'one'. We lug the
bags up to the apartment and go inside where I flop down on  Robby pillow
that's still on the sofa. The sofa's still made up as a bed. Then I  pull the
pillow out from under me and hold it to my face and I can still smell  Robby on
it. Nice.


Ryan uses the bathroom, then sits beside me, asking, "What do you wanna  do
now? It's only a little after six-thirty so we got the whole night ahead of
 us." I say, "My buttocks are really painful, what's that stuff you used to
spay  on them after you gave me a hard spanking?" He says, "Oh, back in the
bad old  days of me experimenting being dominant, huh? I could never do
that to you now,  but yeah, what did I use to deaden the pain then? I forget.
Shall we go to the  drugstore and see what they have?" I nod, "Yeah, I'm
pretty uncomfortable. That  fuck, Rex, really did a number on me." Ryan mumbles,
"Yeah, I know. That's when  I snapped out and got a little crazy. I've
never done that before and it felt  good." I hug around the back of his neck
pulling his head over to kiss him on  the side of his forehead, a long kiss.
Then I quietly say, "Thanks for that,  Ryan." He nods his head, but doesn't
say anything, so I say, "I had it planned  that I'd refuse to go along with
them when something got out of hand. That  didn't work out though because
Marty had me in that headlock holding me there  for Rex to whack away at my ass
with that evil paddle." He nods his head again,  quietly saying, "It was
awful, Dylan, and I got you into that mess." I kiss the  side of his forehead
again, letting go of him, "No, you didn't, Ryan, I got  myself involved
trying to be a hero for you when it turns out you were my hero."  He says, "Lets
try to get you something to relieve the pain in your ass."  We both chuckle,
with me saying, "It's not so much 'in' my ass as it's the  exterior of my
ass." He grins, muttering, "You and your insistence on details of  your
awesome ass."


I'm standing here now staring  at him with this funny feeling inside me
again. Ryan looks back at me grinning,  'What?" I say, "Nothing, I just like
you, that's all. I like looking at your  little self." He chuckles, "I'm only
a couple inches shorter than you and  fifteen pounds lighter. You're not so
big yourself. One might even say you're  skinny." I go, "Bullshit! I'm slim,
not skinny." We haven't even taken our coats  off so we go to the car and
Ryan drives us to the Rite Aid drugstore that's only  a mile west, down route
114. Inside Ryan walks right to the pharmacist, who  recommends a tube of
So-Perfect which contains, he says, five percent Lidocaine.  That's the
strongest dosage allowed for over the counter sales. I buy a tube and  we go back
to the apartment and take off our coats. Ryan says, "Pull your pants  down
and lay on the couch. I'll spread this stuff on your butt cheeks." As I'm
undoing my pant's button, I mutter, "Sounds like fun." He grins, "For me,
yeah."  When my ass is uncovered and I'm laying on the couch, Ryan says, "Wow,
there's  some blisters forming. They look like blisters anyway." He gently
spreads the  smooth lotion all over both butt cheeks and down on the top of
my thighs a  little too. I'm hugging Robby's pillow inhaling his scent and
hoping the burning  on my ass stops, but it doesn't right away. Ryan says, "It
says here, it works  within a half hour, then you'll feel relief." I shrug,
muttering, "Hope so."  Ryan says, "You have the cutest ass any guy ever
had." I'm like, "Yeah, I know,  everyone tells me that," and he laughs as he
goes in the kitchen to wash his  hands.


Ryan looks in the refrigerator, saying, "There are four beers left. Ya
want one?" I say, "Yeah, lets get drunk and celebrate our triumph over the
dominant bad guys." He brings me a beer asking, "Do you really think they're
defeated? They're probably plotting revenge right now." It's hard drinking
from  a bottle laying on my stomach, so I stand up with my pants at my knees
and take  a swallow of beer, then say, "Nah, I think it's over. They have
nowhere to go  from here. We'll leave them alone and they'll leave us alone."
As he's pulling  my pants up, he's like, "I hope so, but that seems too
simple. Too easy. Let's  have a cigarette." We put our coats back on, and take
our beers to the balcony  where I light two Marlboros and give one to Ryan."
Tapping the heads of our beer  bottles together we drink, then take a drag
off our cigarettes. Ryan starts to  say something, but my cell phone goes off
in my pocket. Fishing it out I see  it's Robby calling. After saying hello
he asks me what I'm doing and I tell him  the truth, "I'm on the balcony with
Ryan smoking a cigarette and drinking a  Coors beer." He tells me he's at
his house sitting with his dad. They're both  waiting for the lady of the
household to finish putting on her makeup. Then  they're going to Ken's
Steakhouse for dinner to celebrate his dad's birthday. I  wonder how old he is, but
don't ask. What if this call had come through and I  was still at Marty's
going through who knows what? Would Marty have answered and  told Robby what
I was doing just to be a bigger prick than he already is? Didn't  think of
that or I wouldn't have had my cellphone with me. I maybe dodged a  bullet
there. We talk about routine stuff and then I hand the phone to Ryan and  he
talks with Robby until Robby has to go.

Ryan ends the call and hands me the phone, saying, "He really loves you,
huh?" I nod my head, "As much as I love him," and Ryan sort of looks down
rubbing the back of his hand across his lips. Fuck! I didn't need to add that!
I  could have made a joke of it, like saying, 'What's not to love?' or
'Yeah,  everybody loves me' or something stupid like that. I look at him
wondering if I  should tell him about these new strange feelings I've been having.
Nobody's ever  loved him, so I say, "Um, Ryan, I think I might be in love
with you too. It's  like I feel differently about you lately." He looks at me
frowning, "What? You  say you might be in love with me? Are you just saying
that to make me feel  better?" I shrug, "I've been feeling funny when I'm
with you, or when I think  about you." "You think about me?" I'm like, "Of
course I do, we're awesome  friends you and me." He mumbles, "It's nice you
love me as a friend. I don't  think anyone else ever has. Um, but you said..."
and I go, "Yeah, maybe I love  you in another way too." He asks, "Like
romantically, maybe?" I shrug, "I don't  know, but I'm starting to think so,
yeah." He takes a deep breath and lets it  out slowly and starts tapping his
foot, mumbling, "Huh, um, in case you care  I've been in love with you like
forever, but you already knew that, didn't you?"  I go, "Oh, no, no I didn't
know that. How could I." He pushes his eyeglasses up  his nose, mumbling,
"Maybe because I've told you about fifty times." I nod, "Oh,  I thought you
meant like a friend." He shakes his head, "Yeah, that too. I love  you more than
anybody else in the world actually," and he does a nervous laugh  taking a
drag off his cigarette. I don't know what to say, so I blurt out, "My  ass
is feeling much better. Thanks for putting that stuff on for me." He grins,
"Well, I kinda like your ass. It's only the cutest ass anyone ever had." I
go,  "Ha! Thanks, um, what are you doing Christmas break?"


We make small talk about that, then I go, "Watch this, Ryan." With a
vision of my last successful cigarette flick firmly in my head, I flick this
butt like I did the last time, but unfortunately it goes down off the beer
bottle I'm holding next to my leg, off the bottle and it almost rolls off the
deck. Ryan laughs, saying, "You spazz," and then flicks his butt, on
purpose,  off the chaise lounge that's covered for winter on the deck. The butt
bounces up  in the air and land back down on the covering. I knock it off
before it burns a  hole in the plastic, saying, "You spazz," and at least we're
grinning as we walk  inside where it's warm. Ryan says, "Lets celebrate. I
want to treat you to  dinner at Burtons," and I think of Tracy saying he'd
take me to Burtons tonight  as part of our 'date', but then the Marty thing
came up so I never texted Tracy.  Now I'm going to dinner with Ryan. He gets a
big weekly allowance from home so  I'm gonna let him treat me. I go, "Nice
thought, Ryan, thanks!" Then I wonder if  he's celebrating breaking off with
Marty, or if he's celebrating I might be in  love with him? Huh. Ryan says,
"Come on you, we're taking a shower together and  washing all of Marty and
Rex off us." Well Tracy was going to bath me in his big  tub, so I ask, "How
about you give me a bath?" and he says, "How about I don't,  we're taking a
shower." As we walk down the hall I say, "You know you don't need  to
continue being in charge. There's no danger I'm captivated by Marty's  dominance.
We sorta got lucky and kicked the dominance out of him, so ta speak."  Ryan
grins at me, "I know that, but you still need someone to say 'no' to you
once in awhile." I go, "Hey! People say 'no' to me, but you can be in charge
if  you want to, I like that." He mutters, "I know," as we go into the
bedroom and  get undressed.


Naked now, Ryan puts his arm around me, saying, "Let me feel your naked
body," and we meld into each other arms with the sides of our faces together.
My  fingers are in his longish hair at the back of his head as we hug and
sway  slightly. His scent and the feel of his body is so wonderful. I hug
tightly, and  with my lips on his ear, I whisper, "You know what I'd really like
to do?" He  asks, "What's that, Dylan," and I say, "I want to give you a
real haircut, not  just a trim. I love cutting your hair." My fingers run up
the back of his head  and over the top ruffling his hair. I can see it
falling away from the clippers.  Ryan says, "Um, no, I don't want you to do that."
I go, "Ryan! Come on! You look  better with shorter hair." He says, "I
don't care, you're not doing it," and he  lets go of me and takes my hand giving
it a yank, "We're taking a shower!" I  look at him while groping my dick.
In the bathroom he turns on the shower flow  as we stand outside the tub, and
I say, "I gotta take a wicked shit," and we  both get hysterical, laughing
and holding onto each other. The laughing ends  with us passionately kissing
and groping each other's body. The bathroom steams  up and so do we. I'm
just about gagging from sexual arousal. Our lips slide off  onto each other's
faces and there's saliva all around our mouths from me  hungrily sucking his
lips and licking his chin and rubbing my cheek against his  curly little
beard that grows here and there sparsely on his cute face. I'm  moaning with
desire for him until he gets my wrists and pulls my arms down,  saying, "Calm
down, Dylan. Where's the lube?" Panting, I look into his eyes that  are
partially hidden behind the fog on his glasses. I ask, "How do you manage  not
to lose your glasses when I'm attacking you like that?" He grins and gives
my lips a quick kiss, "Lube, Dylan." I mutter, "My bedroom," and go to get
it.


When I get back Ryan's still standing there with steam filling the
bathroom, he holds his hand out, I put the tube in his hand staring at his huge
penis. It always amazes me how thick it is. The length of course is amazing,
but  it's fat too as he strokes lube on his cock explaining, "Fucking in the
shower  can be problematic without lube. It can be done of course, but it's
better like  this. You sure your buttocks aren't too sore." I nod, "I'm
sure, Ryan." He says,  "I'll get you started," and he gets on his knees and
takes my cock in his  fingers holding it out so he can draw his tongue from the
bottom near my balls  up the shaft. He does it a number of times getting me
to go up on my toes. Ryan  grins, then the head goes in his mouth and he
sucks it while twirling his tongue  all around it. My hands are on his head, my
fingers going through his hair with  me grunting, "Umth umth, oooh, ooh,
Ryan." A minute is all it takes him to get  my cock boner-hard. When he lets
it slip from his mouth it flattens against my  stomach pointing straight up.
He says, "How about shaving my pubic hairs,  Dylan?" I grunt and go to
stroke myself, but Ryan holds my hand, "Please, let me  take care of that for
you. It gives me pleasure to give you pleasure." I suck on  my lips nodding my
head, then look around. Picking up scissors I go down on my  knees, and
holding his slightly firm heavy cock to the side, I close the  scissors on a
batch of pubic hair and lots of curly hairs drift to the floor. I  close the
scissors again and again. It takes ten or twelve to get most of the  hairs cut
from his groin. I'll use a razor for the rest.


Looking up at him I see him smiling, then mumbling, "This is so cool,
Dylan. Okay, lets get in the shower now." I collect the shaving cream and razor
from the shelf near the tub and Ryan takes hold of my wrist leading me into
the  tub past the shower curtain. We get under the water that's nice and
warm.  Shaking the shaving cream can, then getting some on my hand, I move
Ryan so the  water flow hits his back, and spread the shaving cream around his
lower belly  and groin area. Robby and I did this for each other earlier
this week. Being  very careful I move his lube-coated cock to safety as I shave
Ryan clean as a  newborn baby down here. This little submissive activity
gets my dick even  tighter making me suck my lips again and moan quietly to
myself. When I've  meticulously accounted for every hair, included the random
ones on his balls, I  ask, "Would you turn around for me, Ryan? You've got a
few hairs around  your asshole." He asks, "Do they bother you when you rim
me?" I shake my  head 'no' and he says, "Lets leave them then. It'd be
scratchy when they grow  out." I shrug, "Sure," and stand up to put the razor on
the ledge.


Ryan grins at me feeling his shaved pubic area with his fingers, "Thank,
Dylan. It feels good." Still grinning he wraps me in his arms and kisses me
like  only he can with his lips and tongue doing amazing things as he's
rubbing both  his hands up my back and the back of my head. It feels so good I
lean into him  and kiss back for all I'm worth. My hips start doing little
humps against him as  sexual arousal reaches new heights in my head, my hands
are all over him, and  now his boner is felt between our bellies, reaches a
couple inches higher than  mine. Breaking the kiss and gripping my shoulders
he turns me around roughly,  his arms going around me, hands clasped on my
belly button to hug me against his  body, his cock against the top of my leg
and my right butt cheek. I hunch down slightly and feel his hand  against my
ass as he guides his cock to my asshole and pushes the head in past  my
sphincter, and then he slides it slowly, steadily, and tightly up my ass with
my head going back and a long quiet moan coming from me, "Aaaaah, ooooh,
yeaaaah." It's extremely tight and feels like the head travels a long way
before  he's flat against me. There a hurt inside my rectum but not for long.
Water's  bouncing off both our heads and it's all extremely pleasurable.
Ryan's humping  lightly against my ass without withdrawing his boner and the
filled-up sensation  I have inside me seems so perfectly right, like it should
feel this way all the  time. Ryan's sucking and licking my neck, probably
making a hickey which I  haven't had for awhile, so that's good too. His
fingers fiddle with my  oversensitive nipple, the one with the nip ring making me
squirm in his arms. My  hands are on his back and squeezes the tight butt
cheeks and it's just  the sexiest thing ever.


It's maybe two minutes before  he takes his mouth away from my neck near my
right shoulder, where's he's made a  nice feeling hickey. Satisfied with
that, he pulls his boner back and it's  feeling fatter than it was going in,
and then it goes right back up my ass as my  body shudders with sexual
pleasure. I love this so fucking much I can't begin to  describe it. He begins
fucking me under the shower to a chorus of my moans of  pleasure as my cock
gets harder and moves away from my belly to stick straight  out, the height of
my sexual arousal. My body's loose in his arms as he provides  immensely
satisfying sensation inside me. My prostate and anus never stop  sending
pleasure to my brain and my dick's throbbing and feeling oh so good. The  water
mostly muffles his wet crotch slapping against my ass, his chest stays
tightly against my back, the side of his forehead against my ear, his nose
pressed to my back, as he moves only his hips driving that fantastic boner up my
ass repeatedly, "Splash, splash, splash," and "Ahh, ahh, ahh." An almost
overwhelming amount of pleasure that has me making one long moan until my
orgasm  has built to overflowing and I whine at the thought of the volcano about
to  erupt from my nuts in a rapturously intense five seconds when the world
stops  turning for a bit and there's nothing left except the brilliance of
climax  blinding my reality. Before it hits I hear Ryan moan and press
against me,  followed almost instantly with a burst of warmth and wetness inside
my rectum as  my back arches and I yell with cum streaming from my hard cock
straight out  through the rain to splatter against the shower curtain. Then
twice more shorter  shots of spunk leave my body via my hard cock with me
shuddering and trying to  catch my breath. A boom of sensations all around my
pelvic area as I shake and  sputter. Too much stimulation to notice it all,
leaving me insanely alert for a  second and then the after effects sizzle
around and begin to fade, and all too  quickly it's over. Ryan's saying
something but I can't hear him as I try  climbing down from the high I was on
with my heart beating and me breathing  deeply, desperately trying to remember
how it felt, but it can't be replicated  in the mind.


"Dylan!" I'm like, "What?"  and I turn to look at him almost surprised to
see Ryan. All evidence to the  contrary I thought it was Robby for a second.
"Ryan, why are you yelling?" He  goes, "You got a little, I don't know, out
of control a little. Your body was  shuddering and you screamed. I though I
was hurting your butt cheeks." I go, "I  did not scream. My butt cheeks are
find. That was a powerful orgasm though so I  may have done an excited
squeal like I always do, that's all." He grins,  squeezing the back of my neck,
"No, it was a scream. The first scream I've ever  fucked out of you." I say,
"The first loud squeal you mean." Then Ryan says,  "I've got to take a wild
shit," and even though he's just repeating what I said  ten minutes ago we
both laugh our asses off. After those enemas we may not shit  again until
next Wednesday. We bath each other goofing around and playing with  each
other's private parts and when squeaky clean we kiss under the shower until  the
water turns luke warm and we turn it off and get out bitching about the
small hot water heater in this apartment. We dry ourselves and then I finish
drying Ryan hair with the hair dryer, saying afterwards, "Can't I give you a
real haircut, Ryan? Your hair's too long to be cool." He says, "No, you
can't."  I go, "I'll pout!" and he says, "Go ahead." It's no good pouting if he
doesn't  care so I bag that idea and Ryan picks clothes out to wear to
dinner. I give him  a pair of Chubby's khaki's because mine are too long. Going
down the steps to  the parking lot bundled in our coats, Ryan says, "Dylan, I
don't think I thanked  you for today. I couldn't have got out from Marty's
control without you. If I  act stupid at times it's because I love you so
much I don't know what to do  sometimes. I don't know how to express it. I'm
just learning how to show my love  because you're the first person I've ever
loved like this." I go, "Well, that's  sweet, Ryan, and it makes me feel
awesome, but I know how you could show me your  love." He asks, "How," I say,
"Let me cut that fucking hair of yours. It's too  long for your size." He
laughs, then says, "No!"


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



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