Date: Tue, 28 Apr 2015 14:36:25 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  58

DYLAN'S  SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  58


by  Donny Mumford




TWO WEEKS LATER: Last day before spring break.




Robby, Ryan, and I are making a spectacle of ourselves outside  the quad.
We're high-fiving, laughing, and hugging because we're done midterms  and we
think we did great in all four of them. Ryan's excited, "I think I may  have
got my first 'A' at Merrimack, I'm turning into a fuckin' genius." Robby
says, "Come on you two, lets go over to the Berry Building and see how Danny
did  on his last midterm." We're lighting cigarettes grinning and acting
cocky as we  walk through the campus observing other students, some with smiles
and others  looking glum, cursing and muttering that their professor's an
asshole. Huh,  maybe if they tried studying a little more, miraculously their
professor  wouldn't seem like such an asshole. The Berry Building is one of
the original  buildings on campus. It dates back to when the college was
established in 1947.  It's been renovated inside twice since then, but the
outside looks like what it  is, an old stone building. The architecture is cool
actually. As we wait for  Danny to emerge we spent most of the twenty
minutes patting ourselves on the  back and giving Robby props for forcing the
study groups down our throats. When  Danny comes skipping down the steps with a
smug look on his face, much like our  smug looks when we swaggered out of
our last midterm, he says, "I aced it," and  we're muttering things like, "A
piece of cake" or "That may be the easiest  midterm I've ever taken," making
sure other students who don't look so smug hear  us. We get 'looks' that
could kill from some, and it's hard not giggling with  joy at accomplishing
basically what we go to college for: to pass exams. Yeah,  the stuff we need
to memorize is pretty much useless information, so the object  becomes
passing the tests, not necessarily learning anything. Of course that's  not true
for specific majors where you actually need to learn stuff, but we all  have
general business administration majors consisting of highfaluting course
titles for mostly common sense subjects and some physiological mumbo jumbo
about  dealing with people and then management techniques. Whatever, we passed
with  flying colors. The three of us slap hands with each other and then hug
 Danny congratulating him, and then we're off to lunch at  Fuddruckers.

The last two weeks have been good to me, including some hot  side-sex and
continued lovers sex with Robby. Ryan's been mostly ignoring  sub/dom sex.
We've also been doing what amounts to mostly lovers sex. The week  before this
one I teased him saying guess I need to go looking for some sub/dom  sex
elsewhere. He made a 'face' like, 'get real!', then grinned, saying, "Oh
yeah?" and led me to his dorm room where he tied me up, spanked the hell out of
me and then fucking me hard and fast. I don't know who he thinks he's
kidding  claiming he hates being rough with dominant sex. I mean, he has the
biggest  climaxes doing dominant sex on my ass. It's really hot, although we
don't do it  enough if you ask me. Ryan's 'the man' though and he calls the sex
shots. The  most recent time for sub/dom sex was when I talked him into it
this past Monday.  Robby and Danny were playing an away game, so when the
cats away, ya know? In  Ryan's dorm room again we're both giggling as he tied
me into pretty much of a  ball. Then I got a wicked case of claustrophobia,
which put a screaming halt to  my giggling. I begged him to untie me, but he
wouldn't saying I asked for it so  suck it up and deal with it. By the time
we were through I was so submissive it  took an hour for me to come out of
it. I climaxed twice in a half hour, once  from dildo play and then Ryan
rolled me forward so I was resting on the top of  my head and my toes with my
ass up in the air and he fucked me a new asshole.  Both my climaxes were
huge, but I shot my orgasms on my chest and stomach, that's how tied up I was.
Ryan  finally put me under a cold shower to bring me out of it and now he
says he  isn't going to do the sub/dom sex anymore. Riiiight, he'll give in
after  awhile.


Robby's and my sex lately has been even more spectacular than  normal,
which is remarkable considering in the last two weeks I've told him I  was in
love with Ryan and that I was spending the better part of the summer in
Georgia. Miraculously, after some initial grousing, it hasn't noticeably
lessened or damaged Robby's and my relationship. It's not that big a deal that  I'm
in love with Ryan because I'm more in love with Robby. Plus, what the fuck,
 Robby loves Danny. The other thing though, the one about Georgia was a
little  more complicated. Before I said anything to Robby I had a long talk
with Chubby  explaining I was seriously considering spending ten weeks with
Ryan in Georgia  working for him at his father's Lockheed Martin Aerospace
facility. His fathers  a big cheese there and he needs temporary help this
summer for a brand new  project he's in charge of. After discussing possible pros
and cons of a move  like that, Chubby reluctantly endorsed my plans
claiming it'll be good for me to  be on my own for once. I'll be with Ryan, but
he's the only person I'll know in  Georgia and Chubby says it'll probably help
me grow up a little. I think he  means without him there for me to lean on
whenever some problem develops in my  life. We were both almost crying before
our talk was over because we've never  been apart for more than a week, and
then only maybe twice. We ended up hugging  each other like we'd never see
each other again. Later Chubby and me got drunk  drinking beer as we talked
until midnight reminiscing about all the scrapes and  semi-dangerous
situations we helped each other through, and it was one of the  most special times
we've had together in quite awhile. Our love for each other  was worn on our
sleeves that day. I went home with Chubby the following weekend  to tell
the moms about Georgia, which was another emotional day. Mom said now  she
knew how the Dickers felt when Dodger joined the Army. I had to laugh at  that,
"What? Dodger's gone for two years and maybe he'll be fighting in the war,
how can you compare that to me being in Georgia with my friend for ten
weeks ?"  She said it was almost the same thing as far as she's concerned. Then
Saturday  night Chubby and me had one of our special dinners at Ken's Steak
house and  we're like closer than ever now.


After the weekend home with Chubby I hesitantly broached the  subject with
Robby. Finally it was just him and me in the apartment and I  prefaced it by
saying what I have to tell him is selfish of me, and I know it  is, but
even so I want to experience something new. I begged him not to think it  has
anything to do with our love affair, because it doesn't. I confirmed that I
loved him now more than I ever have. He was like, "What are you talking
about,  Dylan?" Then with his jaw dropping I told him about Georgia. He was
speechless  because this was so unexpected. He stammered trying to grasp what I
was  proposing, and finally he asked me if I was sure this is what I wanted
to do? We  talked for awhile and he'd seem resigned to the idea and then
fifteen minutes  later he'd get mad at me for not keeping my word to work with
him this summer.  He claimed I'm abandoning him, my brother and mother and
blah, blah, blah. We  went back and forth for an hour with Robby emphatically
suggesting that I'm  doing this just to get back at him for having Danny's
staying at his house all  summer. I had to admit if Danny wasn't going to be
living with Robby I  probably wouldn't have the balls to suggest I live
with Ryan for part of the  summer. The fact remains that Danny will be living
with Robby though, so  that sort of was the thing that eventually gave Robby
pause. He couldn't make a  case for me not living with Ryan if Danny was
living with him.  Then he  started saying he was seeing my point of view.
Before that there were times  during our 'discussion' I almost gave up the idea,
and then I'd get  determined all over again that this is what I want to do.
It's new, something I've never done  before so I kept trying to get Robby to
understand. He finally asked me to give  him a day to think about replacing
me on the crew and that was that. We'd  reached a compromise tentatively
that I'd work at least the last six weeks of  the summer, meaning all of
August and the first two weeks of September.  Merrimack's semester ends early in
the middle of May so I'll work for Ryan two  weeks in May, four weeks in
June, and the first three weeks of July. That's nine  weeks, not ten, but the
last week in July is our family's Wildwood vacation and  I'm not missing
that. Ryan will just need to be satisfied with the nine weeks.  Robby could hire
someone to replace me, but then he'd needs to train the new guy  and Robby
has his heart set on a fully trained crew, except for Danny, from day  one
avoiding the problems last summer of hiring and firing crew members. I don't
blame him for being concerned about his crew, but I need to think about
what I  want too.


The next day Robby  asked me to come out on the balcony, just the two of
us. I lit a  cigarette because I was nervous.  I wanted to do the  Georgia
thing, but I didn't want Robby to be mad at me. Plus  I have a conscience and I
did feel I was letting him down by not keeping my  full commitment to work
for him again this summer. On the  balcony he started out by saying he is
going to miss me, so that confirmed right  away he'd giving in and I was going
on my adventure. I managed not to cheer or  anything. I kept a serious
expression on my face wondering how he worked it out.  I didn't find out right
away though because Robby went into this long  philosophical assertion that,
like our side-sex partners that we love, a ten  week separation for us might
be a further test of our relationship as we  continue working towards a
monogamist one. I nodded my head as if I agreed with  him, although I don't
necessarily think we need any further proof or testing of  our true love. I
don't need it anyway, but it wasn't the time to get sidetracked  so I kept my
opinion of that matter to myself. After a rather lengthy  description of how
much he'll miss me and how much he loves me, he explained  that he worked
out his crew situation with his dad. Seth and his boss over the  winter have
all the equipment working like new, and Seth has put together an  entirely
new system for handling supplies both for ordering them and  distributing
them. The long and short of it is, during the beginning of the  summer his boss
doesn't really needed Seth except for a few hours a day. The  second half of
the season is a different story though because the equipment  we'll start
breaking down from the daily heavy use, and requiring repairs again,  so
Seth's needed full time then. So, Seth will fill in for me until August and
then go back to working full time with maintenance and supply, and I'll take
his  place on Robby's crew. I'll be working nine weeks for Ryan in Georgia at
eighteen dollars an hour, and then I agreed to one last compromise: I
promised  to come home at least one weekend during my time in Georgia. Actually
that's an  excellent idea and to hell with the cost. I'm excited, but all
that is still  five weeks away.


After our balcony talk Robby and I hugged and kissed. I  mumbled an apology
for putting him through all this and told him I'm gonna miss  him at least
as much as he'll miss me. Then we were kinda formal with each other  for
awhile, but in a couple of days we were back acting the way we did before I
brought the Georgia thing up. As I said earlier, at no time did this Georgia
thing affect negatively on Robby's and my lovers sex together. Unbeknownst
to Ryan,  and maybe Robby, I was also having some fun with sexy side-sex
these past couple  of weeks. I say 'maybe unbeknownst to Robby' because he knows
my history all too  well and I wouldn't be surprised if he suspected me of
having a couple of side-sex adventures outside of Ryan.  Robby doesn't want
 to know anything specific about anything to do with that, so  that's kinda
convenient. It's an 'ignorance is bliss', sort of thing as far as  Robby's
concerned. Ryan wouldn't be so understanding so I spare him the anguish  by
not telling him about it. My extra side-sex involved a  couple of those fast
hard fucks with Tracy, who I really like, and I mean both  the fast hard
fucks and Tracy. I still haven't gotten that bath he promised me  though, or
had the sleep over we've talked about from time to time. I also  haven't had
that dinner at his uncle's restaurant in Boston  that his father invited me
to. So there's pending things I  may or may not get to do with Tracy. Then
there were two very  satisfying side-sex sessions with Danny during the past
week or so. I think  Danny's more upset I'll be away for ten weeks than
Robby. Danny already feels  very comfortable fucking me his way. I stupidly
forgot about his milking my  balls move the second time we had sex, but the
third time, which happened two  days ago, I got undressed and went right down on
my hands and knees. He smacked  my ass, saying, 'Good job, fuck boy'. Ha
ha, God it was sexy though. That  friggin' finger fucking he does in his
matter of fact manner gets me so hot. To  Danny it's like the most normal thing
in the world, like everybody does it  before fucking... ha ha. Anyway, that
third time I got very submissive  during the milking. He did it so
tantalizingly slowly I was almost floating  in submissiveness to him before cum shot
up from my nuts. It was  sexually awesome! Danny noticed my submissiveness of
course, and he  took full advantage of it by having me submissively sucking
his cock and balls,  then he said something like, 'Okay, fuck boy, that was
nice and I'm going to let  you kiss my ass and then get your tongue in my
asshole too'. Reminded me of Ray  a little bit, only Danny's much cuter and
much nicer. Danny got me more  submissive than Ryan does most of the time.
Danny told me while rubbing my head,  with a serious expression on his face,
'You're coming along so well as my fuck  boy, next time you get to suck my
cock before and after I fuck you." I  haven't done that for awhile.


Anyway, after sex with Danny he always acts so nice. He's the  nicest most
grateful side-sex buddy I've had in awhile. Well, Tracy is too.  Tracy's
little brother came out of his coma the first day Tracy visited him in  the
hospital and Tracy was back at Merrimack by the end of the week. I thought  it
was touching how concerned he was for his brother. So, both Tracy and Danny
are ideal sex buddies with the right attitudes, more than willing to say
'thanks  for the sex'. Okay, Tracy's tends to flatters me too much. Plus he's
always  trying to buy me stuff which I keep rebuffing. I'm afraid he's
thinking we might  have a future together. I really like him, but I wish he'd see
it for what it  is... buddy sex. I'm not sure what to do or say to him
about it without hurting  his feelings, which is the last thing I want to do.
Maybe this summer's break is  coming at a good time and he can cool his
feelings for me. Tracy will probably  be on the hunt for his next sex buddy the
week he's home, and he won't have any  trouble finding a hot girl or boy to
replace me anytime he wants one. He's  really good looking, a sincerely nice
guy, and sexy as hell. If I wasn't in love  with two guys already I could see
myself getting serious about Tracy. Not Danny  though, although he's an
excellent fuck buddy. Some guys aren't the right type  for me to fall in love
with. Obviously Robby feels differently about Danny,  which is the mystery of
love. But yeah, Danny is an almost perfect side-sex  buddy for me, with his
sort of innocent dominance that sometimes is kinda funny,  but mostly it's
pretty hot.

When we're alone now, just Ryan and me, we have a tendency to  get giddy at
the thought of being together this summer, and then I'll feel bad
remembering I won't see my brother, mom, or Robby for most of that Georgia time.
Trying to pump me up about Georgia, Ryan's described how nice his mom and dad
are, and how spacious their house is, and the good aspects of the job we'll
be  doing, although it doesn't seem to me he knows very much about what the
job  entails. He likes to add to his description of the job, every ten
minutes or so  for levity, that he'll be my boss and I'm not to forget it, and
he says he's  going to be a strict boss too. He's joking about being strict,
but not about him  being my boss. I tell him that's nothing new, that he's
one of my bosses  already, which he scoffs at. Then when I'm with Robby I
know I'm going to be  homesick for him. Maybe Chubby's right that I need to
mature, and maybe this  nine weeks away from most of the things and people I'm
most comfortable with  will help me do that. I mean, I'll be dealing with
new everything except Ryan.  And what if he acts totally different when he's
in familiar surroundings and  with his mom and dad? I've been thinking about
the negative possibilities of  this move, but I'm committed to  it even if
it turns out to be a big  mistake. I don't think it will, but that remains to
be seen. For now I should be  thinking about our spring break that
basically started when we finished taken  the last midterm.


Anyway, like I said, we've done awesomely with the midterms  and so we're
in really good moods having lunch at Fuddruckers and congratulating  other
students we see who are in our classes. Most of those guys also feel they  did
very good with the midterms. That pisses me off because I want to hear
someone moaning about how hard the exams were so I'd feel even better about
doing really good with them. Whatever, we're definitely in good spirits, Robby
 and me especially because we're going on spring break with Chubby, Dodger
and  Connor. Both Danny and Ryan are spending spring break with their
families.  Danny's family is going to Disney World, mostly for Danny's younger
brothers,  but at twenty years old Danny isn't too old to appreciate Disney
World. In fact  I hear there are rides that his younger brothers probably
aren't tall enough to  get on. All I know about Disney World I've learned from
listening to others guys  who've been there, because we've never been. After
lunch Danny and Robby go to  baseball practice and on the way Robby drops
Ryan and me off at Ryan's  dorm.


Watching Robby drive away I have a twitch in my pants knowing  I'm going to
miss him this summer. Lighting a cigarette, I'm like, "Whaddaya  feel like
doing now, Ryan?" He says, "Hmmm, lets see. I'm not going to be with  you
for ten days, so what do you imagine I want to do?" I grin, saying, "Me
too... I won't see you for ten days either. Should we go to my apartment?" Ryan
says, "No, Freddie flew out of Logan for New York and his rents right after
his  last midterm this morning. We'll use my dorm room because I know no one
will bop  in on us and I've got to print out my boarding pass and email my
dad about when  my flight gets in and all that." As we're walking to his
dormitory, I ask, "Are  you nervous about coming 'out' to your parents?" He
says, "Just a little. It's  hard saying the words to your parents, 'I'm gay',
but I'm determined to do it.  Hell, I have to do it if our plans for the
summer are going to work. I mean, how  much fun would it be if they planted you
in one of the spare bedrooms?" I say,  "Maybe I should stay in a spare
bedroom. We could still have times together in  one of our bedrooms." Ryan
reaches over and takes my cigarette from between my  fingers, then takes a drag
looking me in the eyes. Passing the cigarette back to  me, he exhales smoke,
saying, "Fuck that, you're sleeping with me. I'm telling  mom and dad I'm gay
and that you and I love each other, and that's it." I put my  arm across
his shoulders to give him a hug, "Okay, boss. That's a gutsy move on  your
part, but I'll back you up when I'm there, if I'm there." He opens the door  to
his dormitory and I flick my cigarette  butt. It slips and goes off  Ryan's
backpack. Huh! We start up the steps in his dormitory, as he asks me,
"What do you mean 'if you're there'?" I say, "I'm all for it, my mom, brother,
and Robby are okay with it, but you don't have a final okay from your folks
yet.  There are things that aren't predictable, so something we're not
considering could screw up our plans." He says, "I guarantee it'll be totally
cool with mom and dad. I know them well enough to know what they'll say, and
it'll be all supportive stuff and they'll be embracing you."


Inside his room he sits at his computer with me standing next  to him
staring at him. I'm more attracted to his appearance now than I've ever  been,
and I've almost always thought Ryan was uniquely cute with small facial
features and his little eyeglasses, and this year he's added the coolest beard.
It's still sparse, but that's part of why it's so cool looking. Curly light
brown soft whiskers on his upper lip, some at the tip of his pink chin and
below  his sideburns a little bit too. For my benefit he's been using a
beard trimmer  to keep his sparse beard about a half inch long. He may have
gotten the idea for  that from me telling him a hundred times I think he'd look
extra sexy with a few  days beard growth. Tracy's beard is similar to
Ryan's, although he has more  bread than Ryan. Robby's beard is in it's infancy,
just beginning to be  noticeable. His is a pale blond beard and he has to be
in the right light before  it's noticeable at all. Danny has a regular fully
developed beard, but he shaves  all the time. One time I made out with him
when he hadn't shaved for a day and  his beard was scratchy and so sexy it
was enough to get me blowing a load in my  pants just from making out and
feeling his beard on my face. As for mine and  Chubby's beards, forget about it.


As Ryan types on his computer I get my fingers in his hair  messing up his
preppy look, and then without planning to do it, I lean down and  put my
nose and lips on his forehead at the hairline and gave him a long kiss  hugging
his head. He stops what he's doing, saying, "Dylan! I'm gotta get this
done, please!" I kiss him again fast, saying, "I love you and sometimes that
means I can't help but kiss you, plus I love how you smell. It's sweet and
sexy  and clean and totally you." He goes, "Yeah, yeah, I'm flattered, baby,
but I  gotta do this." We both freeze at that, then I say, "You called me,
'baby'." He goes, "Yeah, I did, but I wasn't thinking I'd say that, it just
came  out. Did it sound okay?" I go, "Oh yeah! It sounds perfect." He
chuckles,  "You're making me as nutty as you are," and he types some more, his
fingers  flying over the keyboard as he's grinning, saying, "Baby, baby, baby,"
putting  different emphasis each time he says, 'baby'." I'm back to playing
with his  hair, asking, "When can I give you a haircut?" and he says, "When
I get back  after Easter break. You'll need one then too, if not sooner."
His airplane  boarding pass is printing out while he's emailing the flight
information to his  dad. I ask, "I guess you'll be giving me the same haircut,
huh?" He mumbles,  "Yeah, of course," then he hit's send and looks up at me,
"Bring your barber  clipper to Georgia with you. I'll be giving you the
same haircut there too." I  go, "Oh fuck that, Ryan! That's carrying things too
far. What will your rents  think? I'll be embarrassed if I have to meet new
people at work with this Marine  haircut." He stands up and holds my face
between his hands, grinning, "They'll  think you're the most adorable boy
they've ever seen, just like I do." He rubs  my hair, mumbling, "Your hair's
all fuzzy... that cool bristly feeling's gone. I  might even give you a
haircut before you leave tomorrow morning." Then he kisses  my lips standing on
his toes.


After the kiss, I say, "My next haircut isn't happening before  spring
break, no way, Ryan. It's suppose to be a haircut every three weeks and  it's
only been two." He goes, "Okay, I'll do it when you get back, don't get
pissie about it. Lets lay on the bed together." I dive on his bed and he gets on
the normal way shaking him head, asking, "You sure you're twenty?" He's
laying  on his back as I go up on my elbow looking down at him, saying, "You're
getting  more like Rob everyday. I'm in a fucking playful mood and I like
to have fun,  mister grumpy." I'm rubbing the pad of my index finger along
his curly soft  mustache on his upper lip. He grins, asking, "Me being more
like Rob, is that a  bad thing? Is that what you're saying?" I go, "No, it's
not a bad thing, but I  like you acting like you," and I lean down kissing
his lips, then with my face  close to his, I murmur, "I like looking at you
and touching you too." Then I  lean down with my nose on his forehead again,
murmuring, "Mmmm, and you smell  good. I love you, Ryan" and I kiss him and
sort of lay on his chest snuggling  around to fit against him, the side of my
face against his. He hugs me, then  turns his head to kiss my cheek. We lay
like that a little bit with Ryan rubbing  my head... nice and relaxing,
feeling in love.


After a few minutes, Ryan quietly says, "Dylan, can I talk to  you about
something?" I nod my head and try to snuggle against him tighter. His  body is
so cool and so hot, plus I'm inhaling the sexy scent on his neck. In a
louder voice, he says, "Sit up, please." What the fuck is it now? I lift up and
 look at his concerned face, and now I'm concerned, asking, "What is it?"
He  shrugs, "I, um, want to tell you how precious it is that you love me so
much.  I've never felt this good about myself ever in my life and it's
because of you.  I'm finally believing that you honestly are in love with me and
it scares me."  I'm confused, "Scares you? Why the fuck would it scare you?"
He says, "Well, I'm  letting myself depend on you loving me, letting that
fact sink into my mind as a  given and it makes me happier than I've ever
hoped to be, but I'm scared of what  will happen to my psyche when you all of a
sudden decide you love another and in  a nice way say you don't love me
anymore. You know how you change your mind  about, well about everything." I'm
like, "What are you fucking talking about? No  one just turns love on and
off. Christ, I've been in love with the same boy for  over three years, does
that sound like a guy who all of a sudden changes his  mind about love?" He
licks his lips, "Um, I guess not, but you can't possibly  know how important
it's become to me knowing you love me." I'm smelling the back  of my hand
trying to think what I should say. I don't want to make promises I  can't keep,
but the fact remains that I do love him. Hmmm?

As I smell the back of my hand we look into each others eyes,  then Ryan
reaches up and gently pulls my hand away holding it, saying, "I guess  I'm
being paranoid or just plain stupid, but nobody other than my parents even
pretended to love me and now you actually have fallen in love with me and I
don't know how to act I guess." I quietly say, "I hope you act like you always
 do. Keep on top of me about things, make me get whatever haircut you want
me to  have, be a little bossy 'cause I love that, and don't forget to love
me back. In  other words, don't change because I love you the way you are."
He hugs around  the back of my neck pulling my head down and right away I
feel his tears on the  side of my cheek. Jeez, what's happening? He hugs me
for a minute or so with me  limply laying against him, then he lifts my head
and kisses my lips, saying,  "It'll kill me when you leave me whether it's
next month, next year, or  whenever, but what can I do except love every
second of you loving me as long as  it lasts." Fuck! I mumble, "Don't talk like
that, Ryan."


I lay on my back next to him, looking at the ceiling, then  finally say,
"Okay, I just thought of something you can do for me to cement our  love,
Ryan," and he turns his head toward me, asking, "Sure, anything, Dylan,  what is
it." I turn my head to look at him, saying with fake sincerity, "Don't
ever say that again, that thing about it'll kill you if I don't love you
anymore. Don't even say it when you don't really mean it." He nods his head,
"Okay, I won't say that again. Is there anything else?" I go, "Um, yeah, teach
me how to kiss like you do." Ryan says, "I could teach you my secret, but
then  I'd have to kill you." I go, "There's that word again, the  'k' word. I
 just asked you not to say that word. What the fuck's wrong with you?" He
says,  "Okay, kill me if I say it again." I'm like, "Well, obviously you're a
slow  learner. Some kind of learning disability perhaps. To be safe, don't
say any  fucking word that even sounds like it begin's with a 'K'." He nods
his head  asking, "Does the word cunt start with a 'K'?" I say, "I think so,
but we'll  make an exception for that word because I know your British
roommate's always  calling somebody a cunt." He laughs, "You're a nut, ya know
that? Freddie speaks  a different English than we do," and I'm like, "Oh, but
they invented English so  maybe they're right and we're wrong." He goes,
"Really? Freddie says 'twat' a  lot too, and 'bollocks' for something that
really sucks or he's pissed off  about, then he says, 'dogs bollocks' at
something that's cool or good. Does that  sound  like proper English to you?" I'm
chuckling, "Oh, what else does he  say?" Ryan goes, "Well, 'pissed' meaning
drunk, and then next time he'll say  'bladdered' for drunk. I can't keep up
with him. Then something is 'cheeky' at  times and he was 'swotting' for the
midterms, and he thinks Harry Black is a  'wanker'. And oh yeah, Freddie
says fuck in almost every sentence." I'm like,  "Huh, it doesn't seem like our
favorite Brit is fully committed to America's  politically correct
revolution." Ryan says, "I think you're right, and get this,  he told me the French
are worse using a different word for everything!" I'm  smiling and laughing,
"Yeah, I've heard that," as I get my fingers in his hair  again pushing his
bangs off his forehead, saying, "See, you look good with a  buzz cut, it
highlights your cute face. This preppy haircut distracts people's  attention
from your face." He goes, "I like my preppy haircut, don't you?" I  lower my
face to his, my lips on his, as I mumble, "I love everything about you,
including your preppy haircut that you cruelly didn't let me cut for you." Our
lips do a surprisingly romantic lovers kiss, especially considering we've
been  totally goofing around just before the kiss. I started the goofing to
get Ryan  off his maudlin, negative thinking that one day I'd just say, 'Oh,
by the way,  Ryan, I don't love you anymore'. The bad part is people
actually do come to that  conclusion about someone they used to love every day. I
hope I don't ever feel  that way about Robby or Ryan.


Our kiss last two minutes or so with me laying on Ryan's tight  smaller
body. As we make-out we squirm together, our lips kissing and our  tongues sl
iding against one another sexily as our noses rub together. Ryan's  glasses
get pushed up on his forehead so I take my hand away from his hair to  lift
his glasses off and put then on the night stand next to the bed. Then Ryan
moves his lips off mine, gasping and inhaling deeply, the sides of our faces
sliding together again. After a deep inhale, Ryan murmurs in my ear, "Nobody
 loves you like I do, Dylan, my feelings for you go beyond love to whatever
is  more intense than love." It's very touching, but I don't want him to
change and  start treating me differently. I say, "I love you too, but just
stay the way you  are. Don't change, Ryan, seriously. Be my bossy lover and
don't let me get away  with anything." He says, "I promise, but don't get mad
when I need to insist on  something you don't like." I say, "Deal! Now can
we move on to something else,  like, um, oh I don't know. Oh yeah, how about
you fucking me? Yeah, that's it."  Ryan says, "You got it, boyfriend," and
he rolls me off him onto my stomach.  Ryan, quick as a cat, pops up and sits
on my ass reaching under me unbuttoning  my pants, then pulling the zipper
down. Backing off my ass, he sits on my legs  pulling my pants and underwear
halfway down my thighs and smacks my ass, "SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK!" I look
back as Ryan pulls his zipper down and fishes out his  fairly hard cock. He
drags it across my asshole then up my ass crack a few  times, then strokes it
twisting his fist as he does it.


Finished stroking his fairly hard cock now, he goes up on his  knees, slaps
my ass, "SMACK!" and says, "Get your ass up," which I do and he  pushes the
head of his cock in past my sphincter, murmuring, "This'll hurt a  little,"
and leans forward pushing his big cock up my ass and I grit my teeth at
the pain inside my offended rectum. Three inches go in as Ryan breaths noisily
 through his nose, then pulls his cock all the way out. Another "SMACK!" on
my  buttocks and his cock's head disappears inside me again, but this time
it's  leaking precum and it goes a little easier although it still hurts. It
feels  like about five inches of hard fat cock penetrates me with my face
on Ryan's  pillow and his scent there helps keeps me from yelling out loud
about the hurt  inside. Ryan pulls his hard boner out all the way again and
strokes it, moaning,  "Aaaah, oooh, mmm," then in it goes with more precum,
lots of precum and all  eight-plus inches go in with me muttering a quiet,
"Ow," this time. He lays on  my back pushing his cock a tiny bit further inside
me. Rubbing my head he  murmurs, "Sorry, baby. It'll feel better in a
minute or so." I love the feel of  his body on mine and his big cock filling my
ass. My rectum's a real trooper and  stretches like it should as the hurt
fades and the pleasure sensations overpower  the hurt and begin singing praises
of Ryan's great penis for  fucking.


When my rectum is throbbing with sexual pleasure, Ryan lifts  up on his
spread knees, grabs my hips lifting my ass a little more and begins  pulling
his boner back setting off signals from my prostate and the lips of my
asshole so awesome I moan into his pillow and my body shudders. Pushing his  boner
back up my ass and then pulling it back immediately he's off to the races
thrusting his big organ back and forth in my ass with me making random
sounds of  pleasure, moaning, "Aaah, aah, aah, mmm, ooh, umm, umm, ooh," with
each  penetration. Ryan's mumbling, "Yea, yea, yea," along with my moans as we
both  get entirely captivated by the homosexual deep pleasure provided from
anal sex.  I've slobbered a big wet spot on his pillow by the time his
relentless pleasure  providing boner brings on my approaching climax and I'm
squirming on the bed  trying to push my ass back at his thrust until there's
nothing at all in my life  except the incredible feeling of his hard boner in
my rectum. Three, four  minutes more and then I'm squealing and pushing up
off the bed as cum flies from  my cock in a stream that's cut off when I flop
back down on the bed. My cock  sizzles under me still shooting out more
spunk as Ryan drops down on my back,  makes a strangling noise, and my rectum is
filled with a warm creamy substance.  He humps against my ass again and
more creamy wetness inside me pushes back the  first part of his orgasm and
some slides past his boner somehow to drool down to  the back of my shimmering
nuts.


I'm weak as after effects of my climax sizzle around my groin  and then
fade out. Ryan's still laying on me moaning quietly while moving only  his hips
thrusting his boner lazily in my sloppy ass for another ten trusts or
maybe it's a few more than that, then he leaves his cock inside my ass, along
with most of his cooling cum, and sighs taking a deep breath. The enormous
sensation of climax left me limply laying here feeling spent, but wonderful
at  the same time. There's no way to know if my climaxes give me more
pleasure than  other people's experience when they climax, but I can't imagine
anyone's feeling  better than mine. We lay like this for a couple of minutes,
and they Ryan asks,  "You okay, Dylan?" I nod my head mumbling, "Never better,
Ryan, that was  awesome." He does a pushup with a hand on the mattress on
either side of me,  then falls over on his back pulling his long penis from
my ass. I go, "Mmm,  ooh," and he takes a deep breath, then says, "Hard to
beat that feeling of  climax. Jesus!" I go, "Uh huh, I was just wondering
myself if everyone gets the  type of immense thrill that climaxing brings out on
me. Oh, and you fuck  spectacularly, boss, the absolutely perfect fuck."


He sighs again, murmuring, "I have fantasies of you and me  stranded on a
desert island, one that conveniently an abandoned ship crashed on  as well.
Ya know, so they'd be plenty to eat and drink, but nothing much to do  except
swim in the ocean or lay in a hammock together and hug, make-out, and
fuck." I smile, "I've had that fantasy too," and then I wish I hadn't said that
because he's going to ask who I'm on the island with in my fantasy. He
doesn't  though, instead he mumbles, "I don't want to know who's there with you
in your  fantasy." He looks at me, the side of my face on his wet pillow
facing him, and  he says, "It's always you with me in my fantasy. Do you want
to take a boat trip  with me sometime?" I grin, "Yeah, I do." Ryan shimmies
over to me while rolling  over on his stomach and puts his arm across my back
to give me a hug, saying, "I  love loving you, Dylan, and I love love love
you loving me." A kiss on the side  of my cheek, as I grin, saying, "You're
awesome to love, Ryan." He snuggles in  tightly next to me and we lay
peacefully like this for awhile with my pants  still down and his cock still out
through his fly, the perfect scenario for  an encore.


I'm pretty sure we both drifted off for a little nap. I know I  did because
I felt so good, so relaxed and happy. When I woke up Ryan was  staring at
me so I smile at him and he murmurs, "You're beautiful, did you know  that?
Cute and good looking, but beautiful too." I just smile at him and we  begin
making-out slowly and that leads to a slow fuck with us both on our sides
and Ryan's arm over me lightly rubbing my nip ring nipple and me cooing
pleasure  sounds. It goes on for maybe fifteen minutes before we both get still,
our  bodies stiff, then climax together. Ryan pulls out and I roll over to
partially  lay on him chest to chest as we do slow kisses for awhile rubbing
each other's  head. Finally we stop and I lift my head as Ryan says, "Did
you notice I like  rubbing your head? It's that haircut you insist on." I
grin, "Yeah, I insist on  it because I know gay guys can't resist me with this
haircut." Ryan says, "Come  on, we're going to your apartment and I'm giving
you a fresh haircut for your  trip."


Shaking my head, admitting to myself I'm giving in to Ryan  from now on
about my haircut. What the hell, it's cool Ryan wants his way  instead of
letting me have mine. I get away with this kind of thing with Robby,  so maybe
it's time someone said, 'no' to me. I mutter, "Okay, Ryan, you're the  boss."
He slides off the bed putting his dick away and zipping up, saying,  "That's
right, baby, I am the boss. Pull your pants up and  come on." I get up and
pull up my pants up, saying, "My cum is all over me and your bed. Plus your
cum is all over my  ass." He looks at his watch, "We've got time for a
shower at  your place. Rob's practice has at least another hour to go, and as far
as your  cum on my bed... no problem, dude." I ask, "What about my
brother?" and Ryan  asks, "What about Jeff, he won't mind if we take a shower, will
he?" As I'm  putting on my backpack, I say, "We're taking separate  showers
if Chubby's home." Ryan shrugs, "Sure, okay, lets go." Chubby's not home
though so we undress with Ryan laughing, "After the shower I'm gonna need to
borrow more of your clothes." Getting in the tub under the  shower, I'm
like, "No problem, that's if we can find any clean clothes." It's a  quick
shampoo and body wash with minimal grab ass because we've just fucked  twice and
even we can feel sexually satisfied for  awhile.


Resigned to getting another haircut, and why not... Ryan won't  give in.
That's right, I might as well get used to it because obviously Ryan  doesn't
give in to me like Robby does. Hmm, I kinda like that for a change. It's  a
nice change that gives me a touch of submissiveness towards Ryan, which is
exactly his objective. We find clean clothes and get dressed. No sense me
putting a shirt on until after the haircut, so with a bare torso I get the
barber clippers out for Ryan. When everything's laid out on the kitchen bar
and  plugged in, I say, "It's all set up, Ryan," and I docilely sit on the
barber  stool. Ryan comes over and runs his fingers through my short hair, then
pats my  shoulder, "Ready for another of my special haircuts just for you?"
I say, "Yes,  no more complaints from me." He squeezes the back of my neck,
mumbling, "Thanks,  baby." It gives my dick a twitch that Ryan won the
haircut situation. He picks  up the clippers, turns then on and this time
there's no discussion about the  haircut. Ryan's won and I just sit docilely while
he runs the clippers tightly  against my scalp, doing it too quickly, but
the sound of the clippers running  throughout the haircut with snippets of my
blond hair falling on my shoulders  and lap continually puts me into a very
pleasant submissive frame of mind with  my dick tightening up and buzzing
sexually.


Ryan goes over the same areas twice getting the hairs short,  even, and the
subtle different lengths blended. It's sexy the way he abruptly  pushes my
head to the side and forward before running the clippers quickly up  the
sides and back of my head. My haircut fetish being firmly in place, along  with
Ryan's dominant way of giving me this haircut, almost gets me regressing in
 age again. It's inexplicable, but this is almost as sexually stimulating
to me  as having sex. Neither Robby nor Chubby ever made me feel this way
when cutting  my hair, although Sonny came close. It's so dreamy with the sound
of the  clippers hypnotizing me and the buzzing all around my groin
awesomely  tantalizing. Ryan pretty much duplicates the very short white-sidewall
burr  haircut he gave me last time except for cutting the hairs at the crown
of my  head shorter and even telling me he was doing it. "I ran the clippers
too far up  the back of your head this time, Dylan, so I'll be cutting the
hairs at the  crown very short to blend in with the rest." No apology for
his mistake, just  cut my hair even shorter. I try to say, "Okay, Ryan," but I
can't form the words  because I feel an orgasm coming on. I had two orgasms
already when we fucked  less than an hour ago and now this. Amazing!. Ryan
lays the comb flat on my head  and runs the clippers along the comb. I
groan, jerk my hips out and cum in my  pants again. Ryan stops cutting and
chuckles, asking, "Did you have a little  accident in your pants again, baby?" I
nod my head savoring the sensations of  another orgasm. Sexy fetish!

"You're awesome, Dylan. God, I love doing things with you.  I'll bet it
won't be long though before the novelty of me giving you these very  short
haircuts wears off, and you'll probably stop cumming in your pants.  Huh?" His
prediction of me accepting the fact this will be my haircut from now  on has
already happened, but I hope that doesn't mean I won't get sexually  excited
about it in the future like he just speculated. Oh man, that small  orgasm
I just had felt so good.  Finished, Ryan's rubbing my head with both  hands,
saying, "Two weeks is the proper interval for your haircuts, not three."  I
had the orgasm, of course, but I didn't realize the extent of my
submissiveness until I hear myself meekly say, "Okay, Ryan, every two weeks." He
chuckles, "Ah, my submissive boyfriend who I love more every day. I gotta pinch
 myself again to be sure I'm not dreaming. At times like this I almost
believe my  deserted island fantasy might actually come true too. Ha ha, not
really." One  last head rub, then he says, "All done, Dylan, you clean up while
I check my  emails." He sits on the sofa staring at me in between checking
his iPhone.  Ryan's doing a hell of a job of creating these delicious
submissive  trances in me, and often without even needing sub/dom sex to do it.
Well, this  was kind of a one-sided sexual situation we just had. He isn't
aroused sexually,  but I sure was. I put everything away and then cuddle on the
couch with him  still feeing submissive. Ryan says, "This is working out
really well, don't ya  think, Dylan?" I murmur, "Absolutely, Ryan. It feels
good," and I lay the side  of my head on his shoulder. He puts his arm around
me, quietly saying, "I never  dreamed I could be this happy." My
submissiveness fades away leaving me feeling  peaceful and contented, although the
small shots of cum in my pants has cooled  and doesn't feel too good. The
thought of complaining about my haircut is the  furthest thing from my mine.
Finally Ryan says, "How 'bout you change your  underwear and we'll shop for
tonight's dinner. We should do something special to  celebrate spring break, and
the fact we kicked ass with those midterms." I  quietly say, "Lobster, Ryan.
That what we should get." He nods his head, "Great  idea," and we get up as
I sigh, feeling really good. Smiling at Ryan, he asks,  "What?" I go, "I
don't know. It's just cool being with you. I like the way you  do things and
you make me feel soooo fucking good." My dick gets a little stiff  again as
he rubs my head, mumbling, "Thanks for saying that, I'm really glad and  I
love being with you too, that's for damn sure."


Going down the steps to the parking lot, Ryan says, "You  drive, baby, and
I'll text the guys that we're having lobsters for dinner." Hot  shit, I get
to drive again and this time Ryan doesn't do any backseat driving.  The fish
market is in a strip mall with six other stores, including Butcher  Boy's
food market. The strip mall is down route 125 about five miles, so less  than
a ten minute drive, and when I park, Ryan says, "Six for dinner. John
Beverly is joining us again tonight. He's cool, don'cha think?" I go, "Yeah, he
is. He kissed me twice when he was drunk last night. Hot lips on that
straight  boy." We go to Butcher Boy first and pick out romaine lettuce and
tomato's for a  salad. Then a dozen corn on the cob again, plus Yukon gold
potatoes and a half  dozen eggs so I can make a potato salad. I'll microwave the
potatoes to get them  started cooking and then boil then along with the eggs
for ten to twelve  minutes. Cool the eggs and potatoes in the refrigerator.
When I'm ready to make  the potato salad I'll get someone to peel the hard
boiled eggs while I peel the potatoes. Then roughly dice  them, add sweet
onion finely diced, diced celery and then mix it up. My dressing  is a
tablespoon of wine vinegar, spicy mustard and mayonnaise beaten together.  Sometimes
I add some diced red pepper and other time some diced dill pickle, but  not
this time because I don't know if Danny and John Beverly would like those
extra ingredients. Chubby, Robby, Ryan and me do, but we all like the potato
 salad without the extra stuff too.


While shopping I'm aware no one is giving my haircut a second  look and
that's probably because very short haircuts are popular around here  nowadays,
and they seem to be getting more popular. Not as short as mine  usually, but
some actually are shorter, so I'm going to decide I'm good with  Ryan's
haircut. The important thing is it looks professionally done. Home  haircuts by
amateurs can be spotted by me immediately. Next store to Butcher  Boys is
the fish store. I tell Ryan, "Lobsters are a lot cheaper at Market  Basket,
but they only have one pound to a pound and a quarter chicken lobsters.  Ryan
orders six two-pound lobsters which come to $120.00. He doesn't blink, just
 pays with a credit card. I paid for the inexpensive potatoes, eggs, salad
fixing, and corn on the cob, but that came to less than $7.00 so I try
giving Ryan money to help pay for the lobsters, but he won't hear of it. "My
treat for you guys. I'm at your apartment a lot, drinking your beer and
eating  your food. It's my treat tonight. I don't argue with him, but I probably
should  because he treated last night too. It's like I'm getting used to not
arguing  with him. It's been ten weeks since that cluster fuck at Marty's
after which  Ryan made a project out of little dominant acts and a little
sub/don sex to  supposedly satisfy my submissive fetish. I thought it was all
silly and  unnecessary but I've been enjoying it lately and I fell in love
with my little  bossy boyfriend here, so I guess his project wasn't as silly
as I thought it  would be and I have no complaints at all.


I have the cooked potatoes and eggs chilling in the  refrigerator as Ryan
and I share our last beer from the refrigerator. We pass it  back and forth
on the balcony while smoking. He says, "John Beverly's bringing a  case of
beer and I think he said whiskey too." I go, "Oh fuck no! Not shots  again."
It's a jovial group when everyone arrives and yes, shots again, but no  one
even mentions my haircut except Robby, who said to Ryan, as Robby rubbed my
head, "Nice job, Ryan." and that was it. As I fix the potato salad a couple
of  guys husks the corn, while Chubby get a big pot of water boiling for the
 lobsters and then makes the salad. Lobsters easily get too dried out and
tough  cooking them on the grill, and these big boys wouldn't all fit on the
grill  anyway. What Chubby doesn't do is over-boil the lobsters because they
get tough  if you do that. Between the butter on the corn, and dipping the
lobster in  melted butter, we all have shiny chins by the time we're
finished eating. And  yeah, everyone gets a little drunk what with Chubby coming up
with a million  things to toast. It's an awesome last night before spring
break and everyone's  appropriately appreciative of Ryan buying the lobsters,
but I bet none of them  know how much they cost him. He wouldn't say
obviously. Ryan and I have a  sweet goodbye in the parking lot standing next to
his Mini Cooper. We're  exchanging kisses and words of love and I'm feeling
especially close to him.  It's like I don't want to stop hugging him, but he
finally says, "I better go,  Dylan. Don't want Rob getting mad at me for
monopolizing you." I kiss him one  last time and watch him go as I light a
cigarette wondering how it can be  that I love two young men like I do. Huh. Back
 upstairs Robby and Danny are starting their goodbyes as Chubby and John
Beverly  are on the balcony arguing and then laughing about something. Robby
says, "Hey,  baby," and I look over. He says, "I'm gonna give Danny a ride
back to campus, do  you wanna come?" I say, "No, you guys need to say your
goodbyes. I'll miss you  Danny," and he comes over so we can do a quick kiss as
he rubs my head, but says  nothing about my latest haircut. My haircut is
just part of the landscape, like  I knew it'd get to be.


Tomorrow morning we drive home to Framingham where Dodger and  Connor are
waiting for us at Robby's. I'm very excited to see the soldier boys  again.


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





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