Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2015 19:26:10 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  55

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  55


by  Donny Mumford



Danny, Robby, and me  have finished off a lot of the vodka and had
ourselves a pretty hot sexy time of  it too. We only had underwear, socks, and
sneakers on when we started our silly  kissing contest, which led to oral sex on
Robby's dick and then some time after  that, either while Robby was fucking
big loads out of Danny and me, or  afterwards, we all took off the jockey
shorts and made another drink. Who knows  who's cup we were drinking this last
unnecessary screwdriver from and none of us  care anyway. We're hammered.
I'm looking at Robby as he's telling Danny and me  he can't decide who's ass
is better for fucking, mine or Danny's. That would  normally make me jealous
because Robby's always said I have the best ass for  fucking ever! Instead
of being hurt though, I'm thinking he's the 'man' and  Danny and me are the
boys in this three-way. Undoubtedly the vodka has a lot to  do with my state
of mind, but so does the way Robby has been casually in charge  of this
evenings activities. Finally Robby asks, "Whaddaya wanna do now?"  Danny's
looking white as a ghost when he says, "I think I'm gonna throw-up," and  I know
he's not joking from the way he said it. Robby goes, "Get something on
quickly guys and we'll skip down to the lavatory in case Danny's actually gonna
 hurl." Half of Robby's words are slurred, but we understand what he  said.


I pull on my  khakis without bothering with underpants as Danny puts  on my
jockey shorts and his sweatshirt. Robby's got both his boxer shorts and
his jeans on. Dressed like that we hurry down the corridor to the lavatory in
bare feet. Danny's burping with every step he takes and inside the
lavatory,  with some guy in one of the stalls taking a shit, Danny hurls in the
toilet one  down from the occupied stall. Robby rubs Danny's back comforting him
as I watch  just outside the stall. Danny heaves again and then spits a
number of times  before standing up straight, muttering, "I think I'm done,"
and then he bends  over and throws up again. Robby looks at me and all I can
think of doing is  shrug, so I do that as Danny's spitting again. Spitting
after throwing up is  certainly understandable because as we all know vomit
doesn't taste good. He's  done now and Robby leads him to the sink where we
use wet paper towels to clean  Danny up as he leans swaying against the sink.
Robby and I exchange 'looks' as  Danny, with his eyes closed, takes deep
breaths. The stall door opens and a  decent looking guy comes out, saying,
"Been there, done that." I nod at him and  give a weak smile as the guy washes
his hands, then mumbles, "Good luck," and  leaves.


Robby says, "Dylan, get  Danny's toothbrush and toothpaste, um, mouthwash
too if he has any." I jog back  to Danny's room and look around until I find
either his or Freddie's toiletry  kit and bring the whole thing back with me
to the lavatory. Robby brushes  Danny's teeth for him, then cups water in
his hand for Danny to slurp up and  rinse out with. As Danny gargles with
mouthwash I'm thinking how funny it is  that even though I'm drunk too, when
Danny hurled and I'm helping clean him up,  I don't feel all that drunk. I'm
fooling myself, of course... it's merely an  allusion because Danny seems
much worse off than me, but I know in my brain I'm  quite drunk. I can tell
Robby's acting as if he's fairly sober too helping  Danny, but that premise
goes kaput when Robby bumps into the molding around the  door as we're
leaving... ha ha. Back in Danny's dorm room we get the sweatshirt  off him and get
him to bed. He mutters, "Thanks," closes his eyes and goes to  sleep just
like that. Well, okay, mission accomplished. Robby ruffles Danny  hair, and
says to me "Lets collect the stuff we brought with us and toss it."  Cups and
orange juice bottles we put in the bag the ice came in and then finish
getting dressed. I take off my khakis and put on  Danny's underwear, since he's
wearing mine, then my khakis again and my  shirt and jacket. Robby and me
take one more look around, then turn off the  light and out we go.





As we're basically  staggering down the steps, Robby says, "Poor Danny, I
guess he can't handle the  hard stuff." An ironic statement considering that
Robby's usually the one who  get the drunkest the fastest.  Danny's hurling
could have been caused by  other factors than the vodka, although the vodka
was the catalyst. Outside I  take in deep breaths of cool spring air that
actually is bordering on 'cold'  air. Spring in New England can be cold and
we've even had big snow storms in  April, although that's rare. We light
cigarettes with Robby saying, "It's a  fucking good thing we can't smoke inside
because drinking makes me want a  cigarette and the cigarette makes me want
to have another drink. One big vicious  circle." I go, "Huh," because I don't
feel like talking. As I matter of fact, if  I didn't know better I'd say I
might hurl myself. I'm swallowing repeatedly to  stave off the horrible
experience of throwing up. Robby mutters, "Where the  fuck's the pickup?" I
shrug and then bend over and throw up. It's ghastly!  Robby's rubbing my back
now, just like he did for Danny. It's comforting that he  cares about my
distress. Mine is a one timer, just the one big disgusting hurl.  Straightening
up and wiping my mouth with my handkerchief, I can't believe it's  been me
and Danny who hurled and not Robby. What I would give for a piece of gum
right about now! Robby asks, "You okay now, babe?" I nod, "Yeah, but I still
don't feel all that great. Robby puts his arm around my waist and we continue
the search for the pickup.


Out of nowhere I  remember, "Rob, it's in the upper lot. We parked near the
quad." He asks, "You  sure?" See, he's hammered too. I knew it! Yeah, but
he didn't throw up. Two out  of three is enough. Then, when we're on the
upper lot Robby gives further  evidence of his fucked up condition when he
activates his key thingie at the  wrong pickup. It's the same color as Robby's
pickup, but it's not his. I see the  taillights blink on Robby's pickup in the
next row of cars. I pull on his arm,  mumbling, "Wrong car, Rob." He looks
up, "Oh yeah." We get into the right pickup  and Robby drives like you drive
when you know you're drunk, which is to say very  cautiously and too
slowly. Cops look for that as well as speeders. He does  pretty well driving us
the short distance to our place, except for missing the  exits at Merrimack
and going over the curb, and then doing the same thing at the  entrance to our
apartment complex. We bump over the curb and I look at Robby as  he says,
"None of these entrances have proper signage." I mumble, "Signage," as  he
drives around to our parking lot and parks in a perfectly legitimate parking
spot ten feet from the back door. Of all the fuckin' luck! For once I'm
happy  about it though because considering our condition we'd probably get lost
trying  to find our way back from the next parking lot over.


At the back door it only  take Robby three tries to punch in the correct
four digit code. On the third try  the green light blinks and in we go. Robby
chuckles and mumbles, "Yeah, at least  we picked the right building." We
stumble up the stairs as I realize I need to  take the biggest piss of my life,
and never mind that fifteen minutes ago I was  in a lavatory with ten
urinals. I can't get the key to work at our apartment's  door. Robby says, "Let
me try," and I step back looking at the key to the Jeep  that I'm holding.
Fuck! We go inside and both go right for the bathroom first  thing. Pissing
together side by side we mostly hit the inside of the toilet,  then I say,
"Tylenol," and we bump into each other trying to get out of the  bathroom door.
Robby, mumbles, "Nice," sarcastically, like it's all my fault. We  each
take three Tylenol using bottled water to wash them down. Yawning, I plop  down
on the couch to rest and Robby sits next me. He puts his arm across my
shoulders, asking, "What time is it?" Checking my wristwatch, I go, "What the
fuck? It's only ten-thirty." He says, "Yeah? I thought it'd be one o'clock
in  the morning or something. We drank that vodka too quickly, that's the
problem."  I snuggle against him thinking he's awesome. "Rob, you said we were
gonna have  sex all night." He nods his head, but ignores that and says
instead, "You've  been awesome tonight, baby. Thanks for understanding that
Danny's real  special to me." I hug him, asking, "I'm more special though,
right?" I hate  being so needy, but I'm used to Robby treating me special and
loving me more  than life itself. That's what he's told me many times... he
loves me more than  life itself. This time he says, "You're both very special.
Lets lay here a  second." Not much of an endorsement.


We nestle together on  the couch, our feet hanging over the arm at the
other end with me feeling a  little frightened that Robby seems to be leaning
towards Danny. Sure, I see now  that Danny's very submissive to Robby and all
that, but Robby and I go way back  and we've got a lot of history together.
Maybe Robby's remembering some of the  not so good parts of our history
rather than all the excellent parts. I need him  to think I'm the very special
love of his life. Someone who will take care of me  and adore and love me so
much he never even looks at another guy. That's the way  he used to feel
about me, but now that prick Danny is sneaking into Robby's  heart by
brown-nosing and pretending to be the perfect boyfriend for Rob. I'm  going to make
Robby feel the way about me he used to. I'll be doting on him as  much as
Danny and suck up to Robby and carry his backpack and be the most  attentive
boyfriend during our study groups and never tease him again. And  what's so
bad about staying home while Robby's the head of the household. I'll  take
care of the baby too. I know what I'll do, I'll ask Robby exactly how he  wants
me to be and not argue about it. No arguing from me, I'll just say, 'Yes,
Rob,' and do it. And then, but wait... listening to Robby's even breathing
it  occurs to me in my befuddled drunken brain that he's fallen asleep. Oh
yeah, maybe I should leave him on this couch so he'll have a horrible night's
 sleep and wakeup with a stiff neck.  What  the fuck's he mean we're both
special? The  fucking nerve! Okay, maybe I'm not thinking clearly tonight
because, um, why...  oh fuck it.


Then, somehow it's much  later and as I try turning over I almost fall off
the... the what? It's not our  bed. Ambient light from the moon is just
enough for me to see we're in the  living room. Fuck! I fell asleep and had that
terrible dream about needing to be  taken care of and Robby loving Danny
more than he loves me. Goddamn vodka! Stick  to beer, Dylan, ya dumb shit. Oh
god, I need to pee again. I lift Robby's arm  off me and get up feeling
dizzy. Then stumble my way to the bathroom bumping off  a wall 'cause I'm half
asleep, but make it to the bathroom. After a nice long  piss I wash my hands
and brush my teeth, rinse out and do it all over again,  then gargle twice.
Dropping my clothes on the floor I take a shower almost  falling asleep with
the water running. Oh man, that felt good. After partially  drying myself
and walking naked to the kitchen, I take three more Tylenol while  drinking a
pint of orange juice before remembering the screwdrivers last night  and
gag. Fuck orange juice! Looking at Robby, I'm not sure if I'm mad at him or
if I want to suck his dick and tell him he's always going to be 'my man'. I
decide I'll decide later and gently wake him up. He doesn't know where he is
as  I guide him to the bedroom with his eyes mostly closed. I suppose the
light in  the bedroom hurts his eyes after being asleep in the dark. Holding
him steady, I  drop his pants and sit him on the bed. As I'm unbuttoning his
shirt, he clearly  says, "Dylan, don't forget the ironing board."I mumble,
"Sure, Rob," and get him  under the covers, then climb in bed naked after
him.









I decide I love him so I  hug him while inhaling his familiar scent, mmm.
Then without thinking I take the  elastic from his ponytail and run my
fingers through his longish hair. Man, I'd  love to give Robby haircuts like I
used to. Hell, I remember our first summer  together he used to do whatever I
did, including having his hair cut like mine.  Willie did that too way back
before I even knew Robby. That's way back when  Willie and I first started
going out together on dates. He was really something  back then alright.
Especially when compared to my only other sex buddy, fat  Carl. Yeah, Willie
seemed like a dream come true compared to fat Carl. I knew  who Robby was back
then, of course, but I didn't 'know' him. It wasn't long  after I met him
that I was wondering who I loved, Robby or Willie. Robby was my  eventual
choice and after three years I still love him and he loves me, I'm sure  of that.
The thing is though, now I think I love Robby the way he used to love  me
and now he loves me the way I used to love him. I'm chasing him now instead
of the other way around, in other words. Ryan was my competition last year
for  Robby's number one attention and now it's Danny. Ryan chose me over
Robby  eventually, but will Danny do the same? Unlikely, and will Robby's
increasing  attraction to Danny continue to grow when they're living together?
Will that  bond Danny to Robby, and Robby to Danny? That's a dangerous
possibility and one  that worries me. It's strange the way I want somebody to love
me and when they  do completely I take them for granted. Robby told me point
blank I take him for  granted. Or maybe I just always want something to
worry about.


That must have been my  last thought before falling back to sleep because
the sun's in my eyes waking me  and the last thought I remember is the one
with me wondering if I always need  something to worry about. I wonder if I
should worry about that? Huh. Looking at  my watch I have a moment of fear
because it's quarter to eleven and we have a  class at eleven. Robby's still
sleeping off our drunk from last night. Then I  remember my drunken ramblings
last night on the couch, or was that a dream? And  the other shit I was
musing about before I fell back to sleep after taking a  shower. That wasn't a
dream, but it was still alcohol related nonsense. Robby  still loves me way
more than Danny and we're still going to do all the things  we've planned to
do together. That's the fact of the matter, but to be sure I'm  going to
stop taking Robby for granted. Actually I don't think I am taking him  for
granted so my job is to convinced Robby of that. Okay, so I'll treat the  Danny
situation as a real threat and because it is I'll pretend Robby's and my
plans aren't a sure thing even though I know in my heart they are. Just to be
sure though I'll be even more attentive to Robby's needs and do less
messing  around teasing him. Be a more serious person, like Robby. After all I do
love  him and sincerely feel he deserves me to be the best boyfriend for him
I can be.  That's all I can do, be the best I can be.

Remembering Ryan, I get  up and pad into the bathroom to get my cellphone
from the clothes on the  bathroom floor. So he doesn't worry about us, I text
Ryan that we'll be missing  today's class. Then pick up my clothes, and
after taking everything out of my  pant's pockets, the dirty clothes get thrown
in the overflowing hamper. Back in  the bedroom, looking at Robby still
sleeping, I smile because he looks funny  with his longish hair framing his
head on the pillow. He's as pretty as any girl  I've ever seen. I thought of
that because his hair is more like a girl's than a  boy's. In a ponytail it
doesn't make him look like a girl, but loose like this  it does. Naturally
I've got a hangover headache, but all the Tylenol I took last  night has helped
a lot. I can manage this level of headache. Gently shaking  Robby, thinking
how glad I am we'll miss today's class, he opens his eyes for a  second,
then closes them again, asking, "Time to get up already?" I go, "We
overslept, Rob. It's almost eleven." He sits up, then holds his head, saying,  "What
the fuck? My head!" Then, "Shit, we're missing the first half of the
lecture." First half? I ask, "You want to make the second session?" He looks at
me, "Of course. Did you shower?" I shrug, "Yeah, why?" and he goes, "Good!
I'll  take one real fast and we'll get our asses over there." I text Ryan
again,  saying, 'Our conscientious boss man says we'll be there for the second
half of  class'. There's a twenty minute break between the first and second
session so  we've got plenty of time to get there before it starts. Ryan text
back asking if  we're okay and I type one word in reply: 'Hangover!' He
texts back:  'LOL'


I'm dressed and putting  on my sneakers when Robby comes out of the
bathroom drying himself. "Dammit,  Dylan, couldn't you just one time think to set
the alarm? Do I need to do  everything? How about you work with me a little
for once. Try taking  responsibility once in awhile. If I don't do it, it
doesn't get done. No study  groups, no getting you up in time for class, no
whatever the fuck... it doesn't  get done unless I make it get done and I'm
sick of doing everything." I'm  staring at him wondering, who the fuck is this?
My first inclination is to say,  'go fuck yourself'. I mean he's suppose to
be in charge! Yeah, but I'm committed  to not taking him for granted
anymore, so instead of 'go fuck yourself', I say,  "You're right, Rob, I'm sorry.
I'll do better starting now." He makes a 'face',  then says, "Oh, jeez. I'm
sorry, babe. Didn't mean to jump down your throat like  that. It's this
fuckin' hangover and I'm frustrated that I let us get so drunk  when we have
class the next day. Didn't mean to take it out on you." Still, he  must have
been thinking the things he said or why would he say those things?  Anyway I
say, "No, it's my fault too, Rob, you're right. I need to act my age  and
take some responsibility instead of just assuming it's your job." He says,
"Sure, okay, whatever. Hand me some underwear." I pass him boxer short and then
 hand him the rest of the clothes one item at a time. I can be Robby's
valet, or  man servant, or whatever they're called. Oh goodie, Robby says we
have time for  coffee in take-our cups. With plastic cups of coffee in one hand
we grab our  backpacks and hurry down the steps.


During the ride over, I  say, "Last night was fun, Rob. I really like your
other boyfriend, Danny." He  tries smiling, and finally mumbles, "I'm glad
you do, Dylan. He likes you too.  Um, don't forget the haircuts today for you
two, and that's something you can  take responsibility for yourself. Don't
wait for me to tell you when you need a  haircut, just stay on a three week
schedule. Don't go longer than three weeks  between haircuts and you remind
Danny too so I won't need to. It'll be one less  thing I need to think
about. I kinda really am liking my twin boyfriends getting  along and wearing
that burr haircut though. I'm glad Ryan cuts your hair that  way. Yeah, and
I'll like it even more if I live through this fucking hangover."  I go, "Sure,
Rob, whatever you say," and he glances at me, saying, "Put a note  about
haircuts in your cellphone so you don't forget... you and Danny get  haircuts
every three weeks." I nod my head and type those instructions in the  'notes'
section of my iPhone. Now all I need to do is remember to look at the
notes. As we're parking, he says, "I gotta find out what time baseball practice
is this afternoon, so you go on and I'll meet you in class. I know we don't
have  a game." I nod my head thinking I'll get Ryan to give me my haircut
while Robby  and Danny are at practice. That way it'll be done when Robby
gets home. "Um,  Rob, are you still asking Danny over for dinner tonight?"
Robby's taking off his  backpack, saying, "Yeah, and you might as well tell Ryan
to stay for dinner  after we do the free weight lifting program because we
still need to do our  study group." I'm thinking, 'balls!' but go, "Sure
thing, boss," and he  adds, "You and Ryan will need to shop for tonight's
dinner too. Is Chubby going  to be home for dinner?" I say, "I'll text him right
now." This is what I meant  about being more attentive. Normally I would
have said something like, 'How  should I know,' and leave it at that. Now I
take action and get right on it.  Yeah, except Chubby doesn't text back. Hope I
remember to try  later.


Robby says, "Oh, good,  there's George. I'll ask him about practice. See
you in class, Dylan," then he  says, "Take care of this for me, will ya?" and
hands me his backpack. I take it  and he jogs over to three guys who look
like jocks and I continue to the lecture  hall wondering who George is. Never
heard him refer to a George before. There  are kids milling around outside
the door of the lecture hall and some sitting on  the steps. Some are smoking
and they're all on break between sessions. We've got  ten minutes before
the second half of class. I'm anxious to see Ryan and hoping  he'll build up
my ego a little after the hit it's taken last night and then  again this
morning. Robby never used to criticize me or yell at me like he's  been doing
recently. Then I stop in my tracks seeing Ryan by himself smoking. I  didn't
recognize him at first because he has a new preppy looking haircut. His
ponytail is gone and he didn't even let me have the fun of giving him the
haircut. I actually get tears in my eyes I'm so shocked and disappointed. Why
would Ryan do this to me? I'm not having a good day at all! Ryan's hair is a
regular length with a straight part on the side and it's all combed neatly
over  to the side in a nerdy manner. It's Danny Monday's preppy haircut all
over  again. I actually feel embarrassed that Ryan would do this to me. He
who claims  he loves me. It's like a slap in the face. Oh man, I'm having a
really bad  day!


Slinging a strap of  Robby's backpack over my shoulder I trudge toward Ryan
because what else can I  do? When he looks up and sees me coming he gets a
puss on his face instead of a  smile, but then I can't force a smile on my
face either. I'm four feet from him  when he looks around and sees no one can
hear him. Then, like he's angry, he  says, "I'm not in the mood for taking
any shit from you about this haircut,  Dylan. So save it! My dad asked me to
get a regular haircut and I did it for  him. We had family visiting us over
the Easter weekend and my dad wanted me to  look good so he could brag
about me. Dad's a dork, but I love him and was glad  to do something for him
after all mom and  dad have done for me. So save your bullshit about the
haircut." I listen with a  neutral expression on my face, wondering what planet
he's from and what he  did with my Ryan? Controlling my anger, I simply say,
"Ryan, I'm glad to  see you. I missed you a lot and I was going to say you
look sexy and extra cute  with your new preppy haircut." Now he smiles, then
says, "Can we start over?" I  nod my head and take four steps back, then walk
up to him again and this time he  hugs and kisses me, saying in my ear, "I
love you." and I repeat what I told him  I was gonna say, "Ryan, I'm so glad
to see you. I've really missed you and you  look so sexy and cute with your
new preppy haircut too." He grins hugging me and  swaying us a bit, then
whispers in my ear, "Do you love me?" I look him in the  eyes, and say, "Yes,
I've fallen in love with you," and then blush because I had  no idea I was
going to say that.


He frowns, "Really?  Because I won't have you making fun of me about that.
It would hurt me too much,  Dylan." I'm getting yelled at a lot today and I
haven't done a fucking thing  wrong. My feelings are taking a beating here
and as much as I hate getting like  this my face is hot and red and there are
tears in my eyes again. I say, "Don't  yell at me, Ryan. Yes, I love you.
Why would I make fun of that?" He looks  contrite, "Sorry. You're always
joking about stuff or teasing and I thought  that's what you were doing. I'm
sorry," and he puts his arm across my shoulders  giving my shoulders a hug. I
don't know, but I was feeling kind of like a little  boy earlier with Robby
yelling at me, and now I'm feeling that way with Ryan.  What the fuck's wrong
with me? I'm glad Robby comes over to give Ryan a hug  because I was at a
lost what  to say. Robby's like, "New hairdo, Ryan. It's  like Danny's.
You're not planning on moving in on my other boyfriend too are  you?" He said
that in an obviously joking manner, adding, "Just kidding, dude,"  and Ryan
takes it as kidding. I guess that's because Ryan can take Robby at his  word,
but not me because sometimes I mess around and tease. That must be it, and
okay I'm pouting a little bit, but my two favorite boyfriends both yelled at
me  and basically dissed me, disrespected me like I'm some kind of clown
who's not  to be taken seriously.

We go inside with Ryan  explaining to Robby the same reason he gave up the
ponytail that he told me. Robby's saying, "Now that you gave up  your
ponytail, Ryan, I'm feeling funny with mine. You abandoned me." They laugh  and
Ryan says, "I sacrificed for my folks," and Robby says, "No better reason
than that." I guess Ryan's family is tight like the Dickers family. My family
is  tight too but we don't ask each other to do things they don't want to do
like  have a family reunion every other fucking month or cut our ponytail
off if we  had one. I'm not talking to these two for the rest of the day and
maybe they'll  stop yelling at me. My note taking in class is like I'm taking
dictation. It's  to keep my mind off my boyfriends who both seem more than
a little disappointed  in me. It's like I can't do anything right, or the
way they want me to do  whatever. Their way I guess is the right way and mine
the wrong way. Poor dumb  me.


After class we're having  a cigarette walking to the pickup to go out for
lunch, as Robby says, "I've got  to drive back here after lunch for baseball
practice anyway, so we can all go in  the pickup." Ryan asks, "What'd you
guys do to get your hangovers?" and Robby  fills him on our dinner at Burtons
and about Danny working on 'his' crew this  summer so we celebrated that
fact by drinking a bottle of vodka." He closing  with, "Of course, the children
both threw-up, but ya know..." saying it jokingly  and squeezing the back
of my neck. I shrug his hand off me as we stop at the  pickup. Robby unlocks
the doors with his key thingie and Ryan walks around to  the passenger side
with me. Not wanting to sit between these two because they  might start
yelling at me in stereo, so I say, "Would you please get in the  middle, Ryan."
He says, "No, you're sitting in the middle," and he grabs my arm  pulling me
towards the passenger door. Though all my perceived put downs by  Robby and
Ryan, him telling me forcefully that I need to sit in the middle comes
across as dominant and I can't help but tighten my groin muscles as my dick
quivers. Shit! I look at him and he grins, saying, "I'm kidding you, what's
wrong?" but I still get in the middle with Ryan getting in beside me trying
to  mess around squeezing my thigh and asking again, "What's wrong, Dylan?"
Shaking  my head like nothings wrong. Anyway I'm finally getting a little
fucking  attention so I keep up my pout even though I hate myself for being so
childish.


Robby starts the pickup  and drives towards McDonalds with Ryan and him
exchanging their Easter break  experiences. Ryan tell him his plane was delayed
last night coming back here and  he didn't get to Logan until almost
midnight and blah, blah, blah. Inside  McDonalds, after we get our food, we sit
with Ears Henderson and his shadow,  Scott Tinsdale. They keep the
conversation going describing the double date they  finally managed to have. It's their
first date at Merrimack, not just this year,  but including their freshman
year too. It's a very funny, self deprecating  description of a double date
with every conceivable thing going wrong and  everyone's laughing. I even
manage to smile. After lunch, walking to the pickup  my silent treatment's
finally working as both Ryan and Robby try to find out  what's troubling me and
they're being so sincere about it. I'm trying to  remember specifically
what I pissed off about the most too. Oh yeah, everyone  yelling at me, that's
it. I can't give that pussy reason though. Instead, inside  the pickup, I
say, "It's nothing, guys. I'm wicked hungover and barely able to  go through
the motions today." Ryan hugs my shoulders, and as we park, Robby  says, "See
if you can cheer up our boyfriend, Ryan, I've got practice." Outside  the
pickup Robby says, "Okay, guys I'll see ya in about two hours. We doing the
lifting today. Ryan?" Ryan says, "Lets skip today's workout considering our
boyfriend's condition." Robby like, "Good deal, but we've still got the
study  group and you need to give Dylan a good tight haircut." Ryan goes, "Oh
yeah,  like we discussed on the phone?" Robby goes, "Yeah, and can you stay
for  dinner?" Ryan's like, "Always, dude, thanks." Robby laughs, "Good, but
you and  Dylan need to shop for the food too. We have nothing in the
refrigerator."  Ryan's got his arm draped around the back of my neck, "No problem,
Rob, we'll do  the shopping," and he hugs me against him, saying, "Me and my
talkative  boyfriend here will make a trip to Stop and Shop."


Robby waves at us and  jogs away. Now I'm alone with Ryan and I desperately
want him to love me and  show me that he does. I lean into him hoping to
make-up for being so quiet.  Okay, to make up for pouting to be more precise,
and I know Ryan hates  pouting. Bumping his side again, Ryan grins, saying,
"Come on, mister happy, my  Mini's parked down on the next lot." As we walk
I keep bumping into his side,  telling him, "Don't call me mister happy.
I'll bet you wouldn't be especially  happy either if me and Robby were yelling
at you all morning." He chuckles, "I  wouldn't do anything to warrant
getting yelled at." I go, "Neither did I." He  stops and faces me, "Okay, this is
my official and sincere apology for yelling  at you. I'm very sorry, but I
was self-conscious about my preppy haircut and I  knew you'd be upset I let
someone else cut my hair." I look at his hair, saying,  "I can see why you'd
be self-conscious." he goes, "Hey!" and I say, "No, I was  kidding. What I
meant to say is, apology accepted and thank you. Also, I do love  you." We
start walking again, with Ryan asking, "Are you serious about that?" I  say,
"Yep, I just realized it for real this morning. I'm in love with two people
at the same time and you're both quite different." He asks, "Who's the other
 guy?" and we laugh as we come up to his Mini. Ryan gently pushes me
against the  Mini with him standing right in front of me. "Dylan, this is a
fantastic development for me. Thank you." I nod my head as I look back at him
keeping a serious expression on my face so he knows I not kidding  around.

He stares at me and I  unconsciously smell the back of my hand until Ryan
reaches up and takes my hand  away, holding on to it. "You need to tell Robby
that you're in love with me, ya  know. It's only fair." Nodding my head, I
say, "Okay." He nods at me now, then  says, "Good. Now get your cute ass in
the car and we'll go to Stop & Shop."  I feel funny and then grab hold of
him and hug him to me tightly without saying  anything. Just for two seconds
and then I let go and walk around to the  passenger side. In the car Ryan and
me exchange nervous grins, still not saying  anything, and he drives to
Stop & Shop without either of us talking. I'm  continuing to wonder what's
happening to me, although I do feel like I'm in love  with Ryan. That shouldn't
be news to me though because I've been thinking I  might be in love for a
month or so, but somehow in my head it's like 'official'  now. I'm officially
in love with him and it's one of those things that when I'm  with Robby I'm
positive I love him more than Ryan, and the reverse when I'm with  Ryan.
Right now I'd like to crawl all over Ryan kissing, hugging, licking, and
sucking his cock and ass, lips and mouth until he fucked me really hard and my
climax almost blows my boner off. My dick's hard thinking about that and I
need  to concentrate so as not to do a quiet moan of sexual arousal, or maybe
cum in  my pants. I get the sexual hots for Ryan that can be so intense I
can barely  control myself. He knows I'm hot for him, but he isn't aware how
hot the sexual  heat I feel for him at times can be. And of course I don't
understand it, but  what's new about that?


As Ryan's parking at  Stop & Shop, he says, "You're being quiet again,
Dylan. That's not like you.  You always have a lot to say." I go, "Not really, I
don't talk that much. Right  now I was thinking how I'd like to be in bed
with you and suck your cock and rim  your ass until you decided it's time to
fuck me hard." He smiles, "You sexy  thing. Be careful, I haven't had sex in
almost five days and for guys like you  and me that's way too long, huh?" I
nod, "So are we gonna do it this afternoon?"  He looks concerned, "Yeah,
sure we are, don't we always. Hey, tell me what's  wrong. You're not at all
like yourself." I shrug, "I don't know, Ryan. Just what  I said I guess. And I
want to be sure you still love me like you used to, that's  all. I don't
think Robby does." He goes, "Oh, is this a sort of rebound thing.  Robby
doesn't love you enough so you turn to good old reliable Ryan." I'd  forgotten
that Ryan can't imagine anyone loving him romantically, so he's  looking for
the 'but' in my confession of love for him. He thinks there's some  ulterior
motive for me telling him I love him." I say, "No, Ryan, it's not like
that. I've been thinking I've fallen in love with you for weeks, but just this
morning it became clear to me that I had fallen in love with you for real.
It  has nothing to do with Robby." After saying that I'm not at all sure
that's  true. It does have something to do with Robby, and with Danny, and me
too. I see  now that it wouldn't be far fetched to imagine Robby easily
finding someone he  loves more than me. Someone more compatible with his
responsible ways and who he  has more in common with... like another baseball player.
I can see that now from  the way he is with Danny. I need to think about it
some more though. Ryan says,  "Okay, I believe you, but just to be safe I'm
telling myself this is a rehearsal  for you being in love with me. We'll
see how it goes before considering it  written in stone. Okay?" I go,
"Whatever you say, Ryan," and he laughs, "You're  being so strange today."


Inside I see a cute guy  right away, but he doesn't work here and he's
going out the door with another  guy that looks sort of like him, but younger.
Probably his brother. Resisting  the urge to turn around and watch him walk
away, because that's a no-no, I grab  a basket and ask Ryan, "What should be
get?" He laughs, "I'm the driver, you're  the chef." I go, "Okay," and we
shop getting chicken breasts, rice, mushrooms, a  red onion, and corn on the
cob from Florida. It's not as good as local corn, but  we won't have that
until July. Ryan insists on paying for the groceries and then  we're outta
there without me seeing another guy around my age, or any age for  that matter,
of interest to me. It's a short ride down route 114 to the  apartment.
During the ride I tell Ryan I'll slice the mushroom and sauté  them with chopped
onion and dump the rice, when it's cooked, into the pan  with the mushrooms
and onion, add soy sauce and make a version of refried rice.  Maybe add some
Red Hot sauce. Chicken breast on the grill, the corn on the cob  we'll husk
and boil for five minutes and serve with butter and some salt. He  goes,
"You're cooking when we're married too," and I know he's kidding, but I  don't
contradict him because I need a backup plan, and I could do a hellava lot
worse than marrying Ryan.


Inside the apartment I  put everything in the refrigerator as Ryan hands
each item to me. Teamwork. Then  I lean against him and hug him while kissing
his neck and loving how he smells.  Ryan puts the side of his forefinger
under my chin lifting my face and gives me  one of his wonderfully sexy kisses
like no one else can match. We make-out  bumping against the small kitchen
table, my hands in the hair at the back of his  head and his arms around my
back holding me tightly against him. His scraggily  curly beard feels very
sexy and manly and I'm soon sporting an aching boner and  loving making-out
with Ryan. Very sexually aroused, I whisper in his ear, "Fuck  me, Ryan," and
lick his ear, then drag my tongue along his jaw where some  whiskers are
growing and then his tongue is in my mouth again. His tongue is  perfect. It's
fairly firm, very pink, and very actively sexy. So is Ryan and I  move my
body against his as I make a whiny sound of desire.


Ryan licks up the front  of my nose twice, then murmurs, "I want to fuck
you in bed." He takes my hand  and walks me back to my bedroom, puts his
glasses on the bureau, pulls his shirt  over his head, and says, "Get undressed."
I do that quickly and when I pull off  my underwear my boner slaps up
against my belly drooling precum. Ryan's standing  here naked grinning at me,
then he gets by wet cock in his fist, saying, "Come  with me," and like he's
done before, he uses my cock as a leash and leads me to  the bed where he
pulls the covers down to the bottom of the mattress. When he  lets go of my
boner it go up against my stomach again and I sigh feeling a  submissiveness
beginning to form in my brain. I stare at Ryan's large cock  that's only
semi-hard at the moment, but still looking massive compared to his  smallish body.
Ryan's arm goes around my waist and he pulls both of  us on the bed with
him on top of me. We make out squirming our naked bodies  together until I
almost climax. I say, "Let me suck your cock, Ryan." He goes,  "If you did that
I'd cum in a minute, Dylan. I'm so horny! I really want to cum  inside your
ass," and he sits up on his knees looking down at me, saying, "Turn  over
on your stomach. I want to fuck you that way, but it'll be a quick one.
We'll do it slow later." I flop over and he says, "Get that ass of yours  up!" I
push my ass up and he smacks my ass deliberately, and hard, "SMACK...
SNACK... SMACK... SMACK...SMACK!" and I yelp out, "That really stings,  Ryan,"
and I get, "SMACKSMACKSMACK" real fast as a beautiful submissive sort of
cloud settles on me and takes hold. I sigh again keeping my ass up off the bed
for Ryan to spank or fuck.



I haven't felt so  dreamily submissive for awhile now and it's so nice,
such a welcome calming  feeling. No worries now because Ryan will take care of
everything as my red ass  stings and burns, but feels good at the same time.
Ryan murmurs, "Good, Dylan.  Did you know you are so very special,
especially to me." He lean over me with a  hand on either side of my chest, in a
pushup position. Lowering his head he  gently kisses the side of my cheek, then
murmurs in my ear, "Be with me always,  Dylan, I'll make the most perfect
love with you. You and me might be an unlikely  pair, but I think we were
born to be with each other." Another kiss, and an  instruction, "Keep your ass
up for me, okay?" and he goes back up on his knees,  his feet behind him. He
strokes his cock a few times, then spreads my legs a  little as I shiver
with delicious anticipation. Looking back I see he staring at  me with a nice
little smile on his lips as he takes his cock in his smallish  fist and
pulls it down to touch my asshole. Still holding it in his fist he  leans
forward and spreads the lips of my asshole a little, then a little more  and then,
"Aaaah, ooh," as it slides tightly past my sphincter. I moan and  squirm a
little dropping my ass, and "SMACK! SMACK!" "Ow, ooh, mmm, oh Ryan."  "Keep
it up, Dylan." His fat cock spreads the walls of my rectum slowly as I  feel
totally dominated by Ryan's demeanor, him spanking me, and his huge cock. I
 moan, "Oooh, Ryan, mmm, yeaaah."


My eyes close without me  realizing it, so I open them and look back to see
five inches of hard boner  still outside my ass. Ryan let go of his cock
when the head was inside me, and  he holds my hips. Leaning forward slightly,
staring at me, his cock goes further  up my ass. I smile as my shoulders do
a little shudder and he grins back,  mouthing, "I love you," and it makes me
feel really good. He looks so fucking  cute with his preppy haircut, a
haircut I wish I could have cut for him. Then I  close my eyes and fantasize
Ryan dominantly having sex with me forever. When I'm  having sex with Ryan, or
sometimes just hanging out with him, I easily fall into  a submissive postu
re. It's like with Willie and me when we went out together for  so long. This
submissive feeling is why I stayed with Willie for two solid years  and
then on and off after that. He'd ingrained in my brain that he's dominant  over
me and I loved being submissive to him. Now it like that with Ryan only
better because Ryan does love me and with Willie it was more like I was his
favorite pet or a treasured possession. Ryan was dominant with me from early
on,  and he was extremely dominant in our early days of having sex
together... and  still dominant after the sex at times. It's a mutual experience that
requires  both parties to be happy with their role. It started about a year
ago now, and  it continued in one form or another until he moved to
Georgia. Then again last  fall and now when I'm with Ryan I slip into my submissive
role easily, like  tonight. Just a spanking and I remember my place, or my
brain does. It makes my  dick feel so good and somewhere low in my stomach
too. It's a sexy squirmy  feeling just above my balls making me feel all
gooey and good. It's the best  feeling ever and Ryan can get me there so easily.
And he knows it.


Even in a dreamy  submissive state of mind when I'm idolizing Ryan I'm
still aware my rectum hurts  from being stretched with his big fat cock going up
my ass. Ryan continues to  lean further forward impaling me with his extra
large and extremely hard organ  that actually gains in size as he gets more
and more aroused, but the hurt can't  compare with the pleasurable aspects.
Not when Ryan's fucking me dominantly, not  even close, and whenever he
fucks me now it's sub/dom sex even when it feels  like lovers sex. That's just
the way it is with us and we both know it. I moan,  "Ummmm," with pleasure,
but a little because of the pain too. Moaning is an  involuntary process
mostly because of the sexual pleasure he's giving me,  like a precious gift.
Sure, Ryan feels sexual pleasure too, but somehow I know  that with Ryan his
number one objective is making me happy and making me feel  sexually
satisfied. I know that with Ryan even more than with Robby and nobody  else is even
in the discussion. Side-sex with buddies is more like every man for  himself.
I'd like to be hugging Ryan's tight body to mine and have his tongue in  my
mouth and his lips on mine as his cock goes up my ass. Can't do that in
this  position though, not with me laying on my stomach. Having sex with Ryan,
no  matter that I wish I was on my back, I'd never think of saying, 'No, do
it this  way or that way'. We both know that during sex he's one hundred
percent in  charge and that I'm to follow and do what I'm told. That's the sexy
submissive  part. My favorite times with Ryan are the times he got so
dominant I'd feel like  his little boy, or maybe a little boy he's taking care
of. That's the dreamiest  most sexually arousing sex ever, but he needs to be
very hard on me and he won't  do it now. Not since in he fell in love with
me months ago. Maybe as a  favor he'll do it again for me sometime.


Now Ryan's belly is flat  against my buttocks, his big balls hanging
against the back of my scrotum. I've  kept my ass off the bed a full six inches,
which requires some effort. He said  I'm to keep my ass up for him and that's
what a submissive bottoms like me  enjoys doing... pleasing our dominant
sex partners and doing what we're told. A  shiver of pleasure surges through
me just thinking that thought. Ryan leaves his  big cock filling me up to the
max as my rectum tries desperately to adjust and  accommodate it's
friendly, very sexy visitor. Ryan does the pushup thing again  leaning his head to
mine and my eyes strain to the side of their sockets looking  up to see him.
His lips on my ear, he murmurs a caring question, "Are you doing  okay,
Dylan?" I nod my head sliding it on the pillow and watch him grin. "You  love
this don't you?" I grin and do the sliding head nod again. He whispers, "So
do I," with his lips brushing my ear and I get another delicious shiver. He
adds, "The next best sex I've ever had with someone  else I didn't enjoy
one-hundredth as much as I enjoy sex with you."  It's an indescribably
incredibly pleasurable sensation being so totally filled up in my rectum with my
anus stretch unbelievably. It's so awesomely sexy and intimate and Ryan knows
 just the right combination of dominance and loving reverence for  me.


He gets up on his knees  again, quietly saying, "I had to wait a couple of
minutes because I almost had  an orgasm going up your ass. I'm good to go
now though." He grabs my hips again  and then his hips start moving slowly
withdrawing his cock and that big head on  the end with the expanded neck sets
off ten thousand sensation in my ass and I  shudder with pleasure. Then he
drives it in a little faster and smoother as I  hear a noisy inhale and then
a long noisier exhale from Ryan just before the  sounds, "Slap, slap, slap,
slap," of males fucking fill my ears and I start my  squirming and moaning
while trying to recognize every scintillating vibration  from untold nerve
endings in my ass and balls and cock. Those pleasure  sensations spread to my
belly and the upper inside area of my thighs. "Aaaah,  Ryaaan, ooh, ooh,
yeah, ooh," and "Slap, slap, slap, slap," with me now rubbing  my face back and
forth on the pillow drooling saliva as I moan with pleasure and  my whole
body tingles. Ryan's body slaps into my ass as his long fat cock drills  it's
way up my ass and just as quickly pulls back and then slides very tightly
but smoothly back all the way up my ass. A long ride of immense pleasure and
I'm  bouncing on the bed a little now unable to even tell one fabulous
sensation from  another. They've all come together in one glorious sexual
extravaganza that ends  after only three minutes of total sexual bliss like I
can't begin to describe. A  last hump up my ass as Ryan lays on me humping
against my buttocks blowing out a  loud raspy breath as a gush of cum saturates
my insides and I squeal with cum  streaming from my cock straight down
pooling right under my sizzling boner. Then  another grunt and moan from Ryan,
who's now almost limply humping against my ass  as he lays on my back. I can't
keep my ass off the bed any longer so I drop it  and my crotch meets the big
cum wet spot under me. We lay here doing the deep  breathing necessary
after the explosions of energy required for orgasms and the  trip before orgasm.
Blissful energy of the best kind possible. Nothing in the  world can match
it.


Ryan moans, "Mmmm, ooh,  man," then he quietly says, "That one was mostly
for me. Sorry, but I needed  that so badly, oh my god, I got to do it with
you, Dylan, my favorite person on  this planet and most likely my favorite
person in the freakin' cosmos." He  chuckles, "Damn, that was something. You're
the most awesome person and you have  the most awesome ass and the cutest
face." He stops to laugh at himself, then  says, "It's all true, but please
try to forget I was dorky enough to say all  that. Jesus, I'm pathetic, ha
ha, It's your fault, Dylan. Telling me you're in  love with me, and me being
totally horny for almost five days now, thinking  about you most of those
five days." Okay, this is more like it. Heh heh, I'm  spoiled, I know I know,
but who doesn't like being appreciated? Surely it's not  just me. Ryan slides
off me to lay beside me, pulling his cock out of my ass  sort of sideways
making my shoulder shudder again, and a low, "Mmmm," from me.  It felt good.
Ryan gets his arm under me and pulls me onto my side facing  him. He hugs me
and kisses my face a few times, then without talking we snuggle  together
until he says, "Get the covers, Dylan." I slide down grabbing the  covers and
pulling them up with me, covering both of us. We move around getting
comfortable, me in Ryan's arms feeling safe and looked after and taken care of.
I loved that he told me to get the covers even though he's the one who
dragged  then to the foot of the bed. Ryan does the 'in charge' stuff as good as
Robby...  maybe better. They both only do it when they think of it, or when
they feel like  it. That's okay too. Come to think of it, I believe Robby
does it now without  realizing he's doing it. It's just become natural. I like
that  too.


Snuggling in Ryan's arms  and having nicer thought of Robby is so nice. I
don't know what I was thinking  earlier. I'm fine and so are Ryan and Robby.
Danny too, we're all fine. It was  that fucking vodka last night that got me
thinking crazy thoughts. Yeah, but I  think I was also unnerved seeing
Danny and Robby being lovey/dovey. I'll get  used to it, and while those two are
lovey/dovey Ryan and I can be that way too.  Maybe that's how it should be
anyway. Ryan and me and Robby and Danny. Ryan  shows me more love than
Robby. At least lately he has. Then the thought of  losing Robby scares me again,
like it actually might happen. No, I know it  won't, but I snuggle in with
Ryan more anyway because he makes me feel safe and  loved and taken care of.
Did I mention that before? Ryan murmurs, "You make me  feel so good, Dylan.
No one else has ever made me feel this good." I grin,  "That's the idea, ya
nut. I want you to love me like people dream of being  loved." He rubs my
head, "I do! I do love you that way, but you're still getting  that tight
burr haircut today just the same." I ask, "Why?" He chuckles,  "Because you
said Robby told you to tell me to do it, but mostly because it's  working. I've
got you to say you're in love with me. It's a trial run sure, but  what a
big break through." I turn my head so I'm looking him in the eyes,  asking,
"What's the haircut got to do with that?" He says, "It's part of my plan  to
remind you of your place. Your my submissive lover boy and I'm your dominant
 lover man." I grin, "You'll be happy to know I like the sound of that, but
 there's lots of responsibility that goes with that on your part, and maybe
it'll  never be permanent." He says, "I can dream, can't I?" Jesus, I'm
saying things  to Ryan that I've said to Robby. The thing is I mean it, I did
like the sound of  submissive lover boy and dominant lover man. Yeah, that's
what I've been talking  about forever.


We lay here hugging and  doing some kissing and laughing, silly listing the
things we like about  each other until Ryan says, "Give it up, Dylan, I
could go on listing things  about you that are awesome long after you've run
out of making things up you  like about me." I put my finger on his nose, "Did
I mention your cute nose?" He  says, "Yeah, a half dozen times. You need to
repeat yourself to come up with  awesome things about me." I kiss him and
he takes over the kiss and gets me  squirming in his arms rubbing my body
against his, and then gasping, "Fuck me  again, Ryan, please." He does and it's
a long lazy fuck face to face with my  legs up and back towards my head, my
legs bending at the knees, Ryan on his  knees hunched down with his legs
spread. We're kissing and licking each other's  face and lips almost all the
way through our sex with me floating  above  the bed in submissive sexual
pleasure so intense I forget where I am, but not  who's there in the air
floating and fucking with me. We cum at almost the same  time about twenty minutes
after his cock slid tightly up my ass again. We lay  hugging for awhile
after our climaxes until Ryan says, "Here's what we're gonna do. We're going to
get out of bed  now, change the sheets, then take a shower together. Do not
ask me to fuck you  in the shower though. My dick is almost raw from
fucking your perfect ass twice  in an hour. It might take as long as two hours to
recover. How's your bum?" I  grin, my arms around his neck pulling his
forehead to mine, I go, "How the fuck  do you think it feels? It's as sore as
your  dick, and I've never felt finer. I feel awesome sexually satisfied too,
thanks  to you, and I'll probably feel that way for up to two hours." He
laughs, then I  say, "In case I haven't told you, you smell good. Your skin
smells good." He  smiles, "Damn, what a nice thing to tell someone."


As we're changing the  bed, I go, "I still didn't get a chance to suck your
big cock." He says, "You're  just trying to get out of your haircut." I go,
"No way. You cutting my hair is  like a fetish to me. I almost cum in my
pants." He laughs, "You're so full of  it." I go, "It's true. It's one of the
two fetishes I have." He goes, "The  things you admit to. Now I'll be
thinking about that every time I'm giving you a  haircut." I shrug, "Just being
honest." In a matter of fact way, he says, "Ya  know, Dylan, if we're gonna be
real lover boyfriends there certain things I  kinda insist on." I say, "I
won't have any problem with any of them, Ryan. Do  you want me to tell Robby
I'm in love with you tonight?" He goes, "Jesus, no!  When it's just the two
of you, and you feel the mood is right, then tell him.  Let me know when you
tell him and I'll have a man to man talk with Robby and see  what he has to
say. We all want to stay friends and we definitely don't want to  flaunt us
being in love at Robby. You know, if you guys have an argument  sometime
don't bring me into it." I say, "What if the argument's about you." He
chuckles, mumbling, "Still don't bring me into it." I laugh, then mutter, "Yes,
boss." He adds, "It'll be two separate love affairs." I go, "He loves Danny
Monday." Ryan stops putting a clean pillowcase on one of the pillows, "What?
He  told you that?" I go, "Yeah, last night when we were drinking he said
we're both  special and he loves us both." Ryan frowns thinking about that.
Then he says,  "Get my glasses for me Dylan, will ya." I pick them up off the
bureau and take  them to him, then slide them on him, sliding them up his
cute little nose. He  smiles, then says, "Okay then, it's three separate love
affairs. Assuming Rob  knew what he was saying last night considering the
vodka intake, him loving  Danny too might make things easier for us. If he
loves Danny, why can't you be  in love with me?" I say, "No reason, but I'm in
love with you whether Robby's in  love with Danny or not." He looks at me a
few seconds, then like he's amazed he  says, "You really mean it, don't
you?" I go, "Yeah, I do," and he says, "Wow.  Um, oh never mind, lets take that
shower now."



to be continued     Donny Mumford        thinat20@yahoo.com



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