Date: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 12:35:25 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 6

			  DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


				 Chapter 6


			    by   Donny Mumford


Cory  drops me off at my place, then I watch him drive out of sight as I
light a  cigarette. It would have been inconsiderate of me to light up around
Cory  because he has that lung condition caused by Cystic Fibrous. I thought
about a  cigarette a half dozen times tonight so maybe quitting after
graduation will  be harder than I thought, but it's not something I need to think
about now.  Going up the steps slowly, giving myself the time to smoke the
damn thing, I  make up a fantasy about me and our cute waiter tonight,
Stephen, at the  Ninety-Nine restaurant. Lets see, hmmm. How about if he turns
out to be gay as  May, a normally sweet gay lad who morphs into an extremely
dominant individual  during sex. Maybe I run into him at the mall and he
remembers me because he  served Cory and me beers without asking for ID. It
could be, he thought I was  cute so being gay himself, he's real friendly as
he's feeling me out to see if  I'm gay too, and maybe we hit it off. Under the
guise of playing his new  computer game he's just bought at the mall, we go
to his place. We go into his  bedroom where he makes me get naked somehow,
then ties my hands together.  Nothing I haven't experienced before, but then
I get intrigued when he ties my  hands to the doorknob. Why'd he do that?
Surprise, surprise he spanks the shit  out of me with a ping pong paddle,
giggling while he doing it. He's calling me  nasty names making the whistling
sound because of his chipped tooth. A  ruthless little fucker. When I'm
bawling my eyes out like a six year old who  fell off his bike and skinned his
knees, Stephen frees me from the doorknob  and makes me get on my hands and
knees, then fuck's me hard all around the  bedroom controlling where I go with
a leash around my neck as he barks out  directions. "Over to the bed, pussy,
now to my desk, faggot, move it,"the  whole time he's yelling at me he's
fucking me a new asshole and this kid's got  a cock on him you can't believe.
A nine inch fat beauty that's gotta weight  two pounds when hard. Jesus!  I
scramble wherever I'm told, afraid of  being paddled again. Naturally I get
sexually excited beyond belief as his  huge fat boner plows back and forth
in my ass and I'm shooting cum all over  the place with one orgasm after
another. My balls don't stop pumping cum out  of my throbbing cock the entire
time. Then he yanks on my leash pulling my  hands off the floor as Stephen
fills me up with his hot creamy teen spunk. I  suck his big  cock afterwards
and then rim his ass, with my tongue so far  up he ass his rectum muscles
capture it and hold it there for awhile with him  giggling like a madman and
smacking my red ass. When he springs another boner  he fuck's me again, for
half an hour this time and then spanks me with a  slipper as I scurry around on
my hands and knees licking up the cum I shot all  over his wall to wall
carpet. Ha ha, that crazy fucker, Stephen, who knew? In  actuality he'd
probably throw-up even hearing this fantasy, or maybe get in  the fetal position
sucking his thumb asking for his mommy. He's probably got a cute little bubbly
 girlfriend who's a cheerleader with a ponytail and bangs, red cheeked and
so  innocent butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, whatever the fuck that
means.  Goofy fantasy, fer sure.


After accidentally flicking my cigarette butt off the front door, I  kick
it off the stoop and go inside forgetting about Stephen and that absurd
fantasy. Instead I give some thought to Cory's reaction to everything tonight.
It doesn't take much for him to have a really good time. It makes me feel
good  that I could do that for him, bring a little joy into his life. Also, it
 partially makes up for this day without so much as one orgasm by me. No
sexual  climax today or tonight, which couldn't be a healthy thing. I guess I
better  get used to days without a climax if I'm giving up side sex for
Robby. Ryan  doesn't count as side sex because he's in the threesome. Sure,
Robby and me  will be sleeping together and most nights we're sure to have some
sex, but the  one or maybe two nights a week he's fucking Ryan I can't
expect he'll still be  horny enough to do me after Ryan. Then I remember Robby
said something about  me and Ryan doing sex in the afternoon so he's okay with
that apparently.  Yeah, and 'nooners' are fun and sexy so I've got that
going for me. Silly Ryan  says he'd like to fuck me four or five times a day
which is fine, but come  on... that's not realistic. I mean the time
constraints alone make that  impossible. Hmmm, I wonder what those two are doing
right now? Probably best  not to dwell on that thought. Another thing I need to
think about is  straightening out Ryan on the submissiveness he expects from
me after sex.  That ain't gonna happen because I save that for Robby and
only Robby. Ryan  isn't in any position to press the point because he's hot to
trot where I'm  concerned, so I hold the cards in that situation. Enough
about that though, I  gotta think about something enjoyable, not a potentially
tense situation with  Ryan.




As I get a Coke from the refrigerator I chuckle to myself thinking  about
how quickly and ferociously Cory climaxed tonight filling my rectum to
overflowing. Not that I'm making fun of him because that's the way I was when
fat Carl taught me about anal intercourse during my innocent days. I had  many
a quick climax getting fucked by him. My fondness for having a hard cock
up my ass was apparent pretty much right from the first time he fucked me,
and  he fucked me hard too. That broke me in to hard sex, rough fucking and
it's  served me well the past three-plus years. Of course it wasn't cool that
I  became obsessed with that obnoxious fat fuck, begging him to fuck me
again and  again until he fucked me into walking bowlegged during my long walk
from his  house to mine. He'd never give me a ride home, the asshole. He
fucked me two  or three times and then tell me to get out when he'd had enough
to satisfy  himself. Red assed from the spankings and walking bowlegged I'd
slink out the  door, but I was a very willing sex partner to Carl so I guess
I can't blame  him for my stupidity. He took advantage of me obviously and I
finally got it  through my thick skull he was a miserable prick and I
stopped seeing him.  Willie adopting me as his boyfriend helped break me of the
fat Carl habit.  Willie had many good points, but some bad ones too.
Nothing's perfect. You  know what, I'm sick of thinking about sex. Putting a
Counting Crows CD in the  player I go out on the balcony figuring I'll think about
the music rather than  sex, but everything on the balcony is wet from the
rain storm.  Fuck!


Going back inside I get a towel from the hamper and dry an area so I  can
sit down and enjoy the music. That's better. I sit down and light another
cigarette, wishing I had a beer. The Counting Crows write songs with a story
to them, words that make sense and sometime's they are emotional. Many of
today's bands yell the same catch phrase thirty times and call that a song.
It's funny how my favorite bands when I was in middle school are still my
favorites to this day. Oh there are some good new groups, the band 'Fun', for
 example, but there doesn't seem to be as many good bands as there used to
be.  I mean groups like The Frey, The Killers, Counting Crows and others are
still  the ones I listen to the most. There's a lot of one hit wonders
nowadays. Then  there's the people from the sixties and seventies who still
favor the groups  from their era. The Beatles and Rolling Stones are among their
favorites,  yipes! Rolling Stone magazine some years ago picked the
greatest rock 'n roll  band of all times. With a name like Rolling Stone Magazine
no one was  surprised they picked the Rolling Stones as the greatest rock 'n
roll band of  all time. What bullshit! And what's with the fascination
people seemed to have  with rolling stones back then. My mom likes the
unlistenable Bob Dylan who had  a hit song, 'Like A rolling Stone', I think that's the
title. What's a rolling  stone anyway? I mean, stones don't roll. Maybe a
rock or a boulder might roll  down a hill, but that'd be rolling boulders,
not rolling stones. Jesus, I'm  giving myself a headache.


As the Counting Crows work their way through the awesome cut, 'Round  Here'
I give some thought to tomorrow. Lets see, we're scheduled to attend the
second orientation, and that's all we have for tomorrow. That'll be the
orientation where professors and students in the different majors meet
separately. It'd would have to be more worthwhile than today's general  orientation.
What a monumental waste of time that was. Actually I hope Robby  lets us
blow this second orientation off entirely. Anything that will be  covered at
the orientation is already described on Merrimack's web site. All  ya gotta
do is read the damn stuff. Plus, all those boring questions about
individual's problems! Spare me, please. Then I hear Chubby singing along with  the CD
so I turn around as he's bounding out onto the balcony. "Dylan, my
favorite person ever!', he yells, then, "How ya doing, bro?" I'm like, "Good,
Chub, why so exuberant?" He says, "I had a good night, that's why. The bimbo I
have. a date with tonight adores me already. It usually takes me two dates
to  be adored, but she picked up on my adorableness quicker than most. Hell,
she  practically ripped the pants off my person. Aggressive girl." I ask,
"Does the  bimbo have a name?" He goes, "Ya know what, her name is the one
thing I don't  like about her. Her name is about the only thing I don't like
actually, other than  her name she's near perfect. Perfect for what she is, if
you get my drift." I  say, "Whatddaya mean?" He says, "She's like a sexual
relief person. I don't  know if that's an official designation, but you
know, anytime I'm horny I'll  give her a call and bingo the horns get clipped
just like that." I mutter,  "You're dangerously oversexed, Chubby, but don't
worry, there are doctors that  treat that sort of thing." He laughs at that,
and I ask, "What's wrong with  her name? Why don't you like it?" He goes,
"It's Dolorous, fer chrissakes." I  go, "Uh huh, and what's wrong with that?"
He goes, "Dylan, it rhymes with  clitoris, that's the problem." I mumble, "I
don't get the problem," and he  says, "I could easily slip up and call her
clitoris, which she probably  wouldn't like. When I've been drinking, for
example." I mutter, "Oh yeah, I'm  so sure that will happen," and he says, "It
could, so I've given her a  nickname." I ask, "Which is?" and he says,
"What else, I'm calling her 'Babs'  and she loves it. She went around the party
telling every one her name is now  Babs. She even called her mother and told
her. Babs may have been a bit  drunk." I go, "That's weird behavior," and
Chubby shrugs, "Yeah, it was a  little weird, I thought that myself because
she didn't know hardly anybody at  the party, so they didn't know her name to
start with. Neither did I, and it  was a tad awkward." I'm rolling my eyes,
as Chubby's saying, "But what a rack  on this chick!" I go, "Yeah, ya told
me that yesterday."


He's probably picturing Clitoris's rack in his head right now. He  chuckles
about something, then asks, "So, what'd my brother do tonight?" I'm  like,
"Just hanging out. Hey, Cory and I got served beers at the Ninety-Nine,
that was different. I gave him a haircut too. The Ninety-Nine isn't a very
impressive place other than the beers." Chubby goes, "Yeah, I've eaten there a
couple of times and you're right, it's not impressive, but it is cheap." I
add, "And I got served beer there." He goes, "You and Cory got served?
That's  a little hard to believe, bro." I go, "Nope, there was this young waiter
who  was probably smitten by me so he just caved in and got us beers like I
told  him." Chubby mutters, "Bullshit alert," and Robby joins us, glancing
at me a  little sheepishly. Ah ha, a guilty conscience perhaps. I wonder
what he did to  give himself a guilty conscience? Of course I'd bite my tongue
off before I'd  ask him. I ask, "Robby, my cute boyfriend, how ya doing?" He
leans down and  gives me a little kiss with Chubby yelling, "Rent a fucking
room," and someone  below us yells, "Watch your language!" All of us ignore
that as Robby says,  "We already got a fucking room," and Chubby grins, "I
hope ya got a lock on  the door because I just might bust in and take
pictures of you two it in an  awkward position, which I'll then post on
Merrimack's chat page." I say,  "Don't even joke about that." Chubby goes, "God! You
know me a little better  than that, Dylan." I go, "I was kidding!" Then say
to Robby, "Our roommate  scored again tonight, he's two for two." Chubby's
beaming, then mumbles, "It  nothing any respectable college student couldn't
do with one hand tied behind  his back." I go, "Unless the college student is
named Ears Henderson or Scott  Tinsdale." We talk nonsense and smoke
cigarettes for an hour or so, wishing we  had beers, then we all head off for bed.


In Robby's and my bedroom it's slightly awkward as we're getting
undressed, both of us well aware he just screwed Ryan once or twice. As I'm  pulling
my shirt over my head I try defusing the situation by brightly saying,  "I
hope you had a good time tonight, Robby. I'm looking forward to having you
all to myself tomorrow night when it's my turn." He smiles at me, seemingly
more relaxed after hearing that, and says, "Thank's, Dylan, that's nice of
you. You twins make me feel important. I'm also looking forward to tomorrow
when you and I can give this bed another workout. Whaddaya say?" I bump my
forehead against his and hold it there, mumbling, "I say, damn good idea,"
and  we kiss. Then Robby stares at the nip ring, saying, "Oh, I thought you
threw  that away." I go, "Um, Ryan had a nip ring in each nipple and he gave
me one  so we'd be more identical as your twin boyfriends." He says, "In a
weird way  that's kinda sweet of you two. I'm so proud of the way you've
been handling  everything, Dylan. It might be presumptuous of me to say I'm
proud of you, but  I'm fucking proud of you," and he hugs me, adding, "This'll
work out good this  time. You two cooperating so well, and you both make me
feel so special. I  don't know what to say except thank you." I nod my head,
mumbling, "You are  special, Robby." We grin at each other, then finish
getting undressed down to  our underwear. After doing our bathroom routine we
get in bed. Robby says,  "Good night, baby," and I mutter, "G' night." We're
quiet for a minute, then I  quietly say, "I'm wondering, Robby, do you call
Ryan baby?" He says, "The only  person I've ever called baby, or ever will,
is you." I nod my head in the  dark, snuggle in against him, he puts his arm
over me and we go to  sleep.


In the morning I wake up before Robby and take this opportunity to  stare
at him and admire how young and innocent he looks, especially when  sleeping.
He and his brother are awesomely good looking and uniquely cute in a  very
boyish way. I don't believe either of them has ever had a blemish during
their adolescent years. Chubby and I were fairly blemish free during those
annoying pimple years, but we had a few from time to time. Pimples or not, how
 the hell do any of us survive our teens years? Holy shit, there's so many
changes occurring in out bodies and minds during those years. To me,
however,  those years were wonderful and that's mostly because Chubby and I were
inseparable. Few teens can say that they always had a faithful best  friend
to be with them as they faced the challenges of growing up. My  life would
have much different without Chubby by my side, getting my back and  loving me
no matter what. Thank God I didn't ever have to concern myself about  him
not being there for me,  and me for him. We're very lucky like  that. And now
in addition to Chubby there's Robby to be by my side the rest of  the long
journey of life. Well, it's not that long actually now that I think  about
it. All the more reason to make the most of it while I can. I remember a
factoid of Chubby's that claims the ocean quahog can live to be four hundred
years old, and that's a definite mistake of our creator, if there is such a
thing as a creator. Everything began somehow of course. No sense pondering
that thought. I prefer to look at Robby because it gives me a loving warm
feeling all over my body and mind. It's the kind of feeling one can only get
when they're in true love with an awesome person and know that love is
returned in full. It's a beautiful thing.


Hmmm, what's this? The sunlight is hitting Robby just right and I can  see
blond peach fuzz on Robby's upper lip. It seems all the guys are growing
whiskers or starting to, all but me and Chubby. Huh! It's gotta be our dad's
genes. He was Hispanic and baby faced, but then he died before he was
eighteen  so we don't know what he would have looked like at our age. Be that as
it may,  Robby's starting to grow some whiskers, and he'll be even sexier
with them! Oh  my God, he's gonna be even sexier than he is now and I won't be
able to keep  my hands off him. He's just about perfect now and yet he's
going to be even  more perfect, cuter and sexier. Wow, I've got this squirmy
sensation all  around my groin and it feels so good. My fingers ruffle through
his hair. Huh,  I can't think of any time since I first met him that his
hair has been this  long. Not that it's long, just longer than it's been in
years. It's maybe two  inches long on the top of his head and it's very
pretty. He only wanted a trim  for his last two haircuts and I gotta admit it
looks good with his preppy part  on the side. Actually we both have awesome two
tone blond hair but my various  sex partners have this thing about cutting
my hair uber short, for reasons  unknown. Not that I mind it that much
because I've experienced some sexy times  getting my hair cut. Both Robby's and my
hair get bleached in the sun of  summer until it's a lighter shade of pale,
like that old song says. We're  lucky in that regard even if I do say so
myself and what a weird coincidence  that we have the same hair. Weird
coincidence doesn't do it justice  actually... it's bizarre. I think Robby and me
was meant to be. Our destiny  from birth, or maybe not.

I trace around his lips lightly with the pad of my finger and what sexy
lips he has too. His beautiful pale complexion tanned beautifully this summer
and, yep, I get to be his boyfriend. It brings tears to my eyes to think
he's  my fiancé too. With his awesome looks and hot sexy body it's no wonder
other  gay guys take notice and yearn for someone like Robby. Too bad too
because  he's mine, so don't let me catch you sniffing around him. Hell, I was
one of  them sniffing around him even before we met. Slowly pulling the
covers back I  gaze at his chest and stomach checking for body hair, but no, he
has none.  Still, what a hot athletic body! My hand lightly rubs over his
chest and he  opens his eyes. Big blue eyes stare back at me as a grin forms
on his sexy  lips. I lean in for a kiss, and to taste his candy lips. Robby's
arm goes  around the back of my neck and we have a long lover's kiss. So
sweet are his  candy lips, lips like sugar. Our lips mesh together and his
tongue goes into  my mouth tasting like last night's mouthwash, minty and sweet
like candy.  "Mmmm," moans Robby, "Nice way to start the day, Dylan. You
get better looking  every day too," and he flops me on my back and gets
partially on top of me,  chest to chest with his fingers in my hair as we do
another sweet kiss. My  dick firms up as I moan quietly and inhale his awesome
natural aroma. Robby  licks my lips, then murmurs, "I get a hard on just
looking at you, baby.  You're my treasure, a treasure so many want, but they
can't have you because  you're mine. Aren't you mine?" I nod my head, then
mutter, "Forever, Robby."  He gets his whole body on me now and our hard cocks
bump each other as Robby  gives me a long wet kiss and then lifts his head
grinning down at me, as I  murmur, "Candy lips, lips like sugar." He says,
"Sing the song, baby," and I  go, "They're the only words to the song I know."

In his clear cool singing voice, he sings the song, "Oh now I see...  this
is the way love's suppose to be, so don't ever leave me. Be like a kid in  a
candy store... always coming back for more. Candy kisses, lips like sugar.
Candy kisses, lips like sugar." He's so beautiful with his head just above
mine and his perfect body on top of me with our hard cocks together. I'm
mesmerized and then he kisses me again and looks at me seemingly so happy it
makes my eyes tear up. I murmur, "I love hearing you sing, Robby. You're
really good." He smirks at me, and says, "I could really go for some lips
like  sugar on my dick," as he pulls his boxer shorts down and scrambles up to
sit  on my stomach. Then, his firm bare ass shimmies up my chest until his
hard  cock is against my lips. Opening my mouth, Robby feeds his cock to me
and I  slurp on the head with my tongue twirling around it and I almost shoot
off  right then and there. I gasp inhaling the scent of his groin and the
taste and  feel of his cock in my mouth, it makes me moan with sexual desire.
Robby's got  a very pretty cock and it's a good size for sucking because
now that he's  leaning over my head, the whole thing fits in my mouth with the
head poking  into my throat. Robby's sucking on his lips, moaning, "Oooh,
umm, umm, ooh,"  as his cocky gets so hard it doesn't seem real. I work my
throat muscles on  the head as I'm licking the shaft. He eases up and the head
comes out of my  throat just as a long drool of precum coats my tongue and
Robby grunts, "Mmm,  aaah, ooh." He squirms on me, but doesn't pull his cock
out of my mouth. I'm  swallowing more precum, then sucking on his rock hard
boner and he goes, "Um,  Jesus, ooh." Then a longer moan as his face
scrunches up, "Ooooh, aaaaaah!" as  cum explodes in my mouth, a lot of it too.
Some of it runs out both sides of  my mouth and drool's down to my chin. I'm
swallowing as fast as I can,  really gulping it down fast. Another three
spurts of cum from Robby's  while he's holding my head with both hands, his body
jerking as he squirms on  my chest. Another shot of Robby's cum makes me
groan and then I buck my hips  and shoot a stream  onto his back, and then
another long stream of  cum from my cock goes up in the air and comes down with
a plop on my boxer  shorts. I'm moving on the bed under Robby as he's
wreathing in sexual pleasure  on top of me, a knee on either side of my head.
Breathing deeply I go back to  sucking his softening cock until he falls off me
to the side to lay on his  back, pulling on his dick from my mouth, and
muttering, "That was spectacular,  Dylan, absolutely spectacular," then, "Heh
heh, your cum is drooling down my  back." Turning on his side, looking at me,
he rubs my chest murmuring, "I love  you so much it hurts my  heart."






Feeling as good as a person  can feel I snuggle against him and we stare at
each other, then kiss. Robby  says, "Baby, it's only eight o'clock. Lets
try to get a little more sleep." He  hugs me and rocks me slowly in his
arms... life is good. Robby says, "We'll  get a little more rest and the next time
we wake up I'll have some lover's sex  for you. I wanna show you how much
you mean to me." I nod my head, one last  kiss and we both close our eyes. As
I lay here in Robby's strong arms,  smelling his sexy scent, the thought
slips through my brain that the last  place Robby's cock was located before it
went into my mouth, was up Ryan's  ass. I grope my cock as a little moan of
arousal makes me shudder. Before I  drift off to sleep again, I take a
second to feel good  about taking care  of my man's sexual needs. I love the way
Robby took for granted I'd suck his  cock, and now for the first time ever
I really feel someone is 'my man', my  head of the household and, Jesus,
that gets me hot! And I'll betcha Ryan  couldn't have pleasured Robby the way I
did. The other thing is, Robby  wouldn't have had the confidence, even a
couple of months ago, to expect me to  just suck him off and then go back to
sleep. Sure, I had a climax too,  but that's incidental. Robby wanted me to
suck him off and felt he deserved  it, and he did deserve it. I like the
direction our relationship is going.  Yeah, Robby's my man. Jeez, that makes me
feel good!


We catchup on missing too much sleep the past two days  by sleeping until
eleven o'clock. When I wake up this time Robby's looking  into my eyes
looking oh so sexy. We grin at each other and I smack my lips  trying to get a
taste of his cum from earlier this morning. I roll on top of  Robby and lick
his lips, muttering, "Lips like candy," which begins a long  luscious make-out
with me squirming on top of him thinking about the earlier  oral sex we had
together. Robby's become excellent at kissing and now he grabs  my ass, a
hand on each of my butt cheeks squeezing a handful as our make-out  gets
sexier. Quickly I get very hot as Robby keeps up the deep,  tongue-involved
kissing and slurping on my mouth until I'm whining with sexual  desire for him.
Yesterday was without an orgasm for me, and then this morning  the
spontaneous climax I had while sucking Robby's cock, it just makes me want  more.
Robby's lips and tongue and this bodily contact with me squirming on his
dreamy tight body, our cock dancing together with Robby's scent filling my  head,
has me crazy with desire. My boxer shorts are still wet from my earlier
orgasm and now precum adds to the wetness as I moan and kiss back with Robby's
 boner pressed against my wet underpants. I moan, "Oh Robby," and he rolls
me  off of him, and up on my side with him behind me. "Get your pants down,
Dylan." I drag them down to my knees," as Robby holds me up on my side with
an  arm over me, his hand spread on my chest. I feel the wet head of his
cock  press against my asshole as Robby now groans with desire. He humps his
hips  and his cock quickly spreads the lips of my ass and punches in past my
sphincter. Robby kisses the back of my head murmuring, "I love you," as he
drives his cock up my ass until his chest is tight to my back and his
crotch  is tight to my ass. I go, "Mmmmm, ooh, Robby, fuck me... mmmm." He hugs
me to  him grinding his hips and tantalizing my prostate, getting me to moan,
 "Oooh, that feels so  good."


After a minute he slowly pulls his boner back with me making the same
'Hisss'ing,' sound that Cory made yesterday pushing his cock up my ass. Robby
pushes his cock back in, then pulls it back and pushes it back in again and
leaves it there this time. His groin is tight against my ass again with my
rectum swollen and filled up by his fat cock that's so hard it's like wood.
I  shudder, feeling blissfully wonderful. Having sex with my true love is
the  best sex there is and I'm experiencing the most exquisite sensation
imaginable  as they're vibrating from my rectum. My cock is so hard it's sticking
straight  out from me and barely moving. With his swollen cock impaling me,
Robby begins  sucking on a spot close to the remains of Ryan's hickey.
Robby never said  anything about that hickey, but he obviously noticed it and is
now leaving one  of his own. His scent is fantastically sexy to me as I
tighten my ass muscles  loving being filled up back there by Robby's cock. It
seems to grow as he  sucks on my neck and I feel a little submissiveness
slide into my head as I  lay here on my side docilely, my rectum full of hard
cock, and my neck being  sucked until it stings and burns. And I love it!  I
move my head a little  groaning when the hickey gets to stinging extra bad
and Robby takes his mouth  away to murmur, "You taste good, Dylan, and if we
could somehow bottle the way  you smell we'd make a fortune." His hand has
been on my chest, but now he  slides it up to take my chin and pull my head
towards him so he can kiss the  side of my mouth. He mutters, "Lips like
candy," and moves his hips back  dragging his cock out of my ass until only half
the head is inside me. My  shoulders shudder as he drive it back up my ass
with the fat head of his boner  pushing out the walls of my rectum and my
anus lips sucking on the shaft of  his cock. I moan, "Ooooh, uuummm, ooh," as
he pulls it back again and then  right back up my ass it goes, fatter than it
was a few seconds ago. Robby's  breathing noisily, then he murmurs, "Ooh,
this feels so good, baby. Your ass  is special," and he thrust his cock back
and forth a half dozen times as we  both go, "Aaaaah."


Robby pushes me over on my stomach with his cock pulling out of my ass
entirely making a slurping sound as it breaks free of my sphincter. He gets
between my legs, slaps my ass a few times, "Smack! Smack! Smack!' then pushes
his cock in again and begins fucking me faster than before with me holding
my  ass up for him, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," for a few minutes with me
moaning  constantly. He falls on my back and moves just his hips, driving his
boner  inside my rectum. He's quietly moaning in sexual pleasure as his moist
breath dampens the hairs at the back of my head. His boner moves steadily
back and forth in my ass and the awesome sensations inside me meld together
in  a  lusciously sexy way. My entire rectum is sizzling with sexual
stimulation and my cock, so hard under me it's almost scary, leaks precum as  my
climax builds. It's impossible to savor all the exquisite sensations I'm
experiencing as I'm squirming and moaning under Robby. My moans of sexual
pleasure and Robby's heavy breathing and grunting are all I hear for the next
five minutes. With each drive of his cock up my ass I do a quiet, "Ooh, umm,
ooh," as I try moving a little to create friction on my impossible hard
boner  beneath me. It feels so good I'm bumping my ass back into Robby's
thrusts.  "Uuuum, ooh, Robby," I moan as his never stopping hips continue sliding
his  boner tightly in my ass with me moving around on the mattress feeling
my  climax arriving and looking for the relief it will bring, while at the
same  time wishing this could go on forever.

My prostate sizzles and the lips of my asshole are tight against his
constantly moving cock with almost unbearable sensations zipping outwards, and
then my orgasm is here. I squeal into the pillow, humping my body up  off the
mattress with cum streaming  from my nuts and out the head of my  throbbing
cock. Its creating a hundred thousand watts of pleasure from  uncountable
nerve endings, all screaming to be noticed at the same time. More  shots of
cum pumps out wetting my stomach and leaving me shaking with sexual
pleasure. It's a feeling that can't be explained and then the buzzing thrill  of it
all subsides leaving me feeling weak, but wonderful. I moan contentedly  as
Robby continues his quest for climax, his cock continuing to drive up my
ass with Robby making desperate whining sounds. I feel the head of his cock
swell and  then twitch and pulsate as he groans and shakes, humping against my
buttocks  and pumping cum inside me. There's the wetness and warmth
sensation in my  rectum to go along with Robby's moans of sexual pleasure as he
pours more cum  into my bowels and then collapses on my back unmoving. The last
of my pleasure  sensations fizzle out but leaving a glow all over me, a
dreamy glow of  contentment. It's like I'm purring as I quietly go, "Mmmm, so
nice." Robby  rubs his nose against the hairs at the back of my head,
murmuring, "It's  different with you, Dylan. So much better than the rest, I swear
to God it's  the best. You're the best." He pulls his cock out and it wetly
drags across my  left butt cheek as Robby lays next to me sighing, "Oh man,
baby, just thinks  we've got months of this ahead of us. Whoa, what an
awesome thought that is. I  agree, "Fantastic, Robby. That was so good I can
hardly believe it." I flop  over on my back and Robby puts an arm across me
giving me a hug. Silence for a  minute, then I mumble, "Lets skip the
orientation this afternoon, Robby,  okay?" He takes a big breath, then mutters, "It's
tempting, but I'm curious to  see if they have something new to tell us. We
might learn something so we'll  go. I promise if it's too boring we'll
leave." Shit, but I mumble, "Okay,  Robby, you're the  boss."





He says, "Boss, my ass,"  and we start wrestling in bed rubbing our bodies
together spreading the cum I  shot on the sheets and Robby's cum drooling
out of my ass all over us. Messy!  As usual Robby's stronger than me and he
finally says, "Shower time, and then  we need a mug of coffee and a smoke.
Lets go." We take a shower together  shampooing each others hair and washing
each other. It's nice showering with  someone, they can reach a spot on your
back you can't reach yourself. After  drying ourselves we walk naked into the
bedroom with Robby saying, "I wish I  had your dick, Dylan. I'd be able to
screw you better." I go, "What are you  talking about? Are you kidding? I
love the way you fuck me. Absolutely love  it! No one does it as good, and I
mean that sincerely." He pulls on some  underwear, saying, "Thanks, even
though I don't know whether to believe you or  not." Then he asks, "Um, Dylan,
did you think it selfish of me to make you  suck me off when we first woke
up? I had this wicked desire to have you suck  my cock, but now I'm thinking
it was unfair of me and I kinda feel bad I  didn't reciprocate, ya know?" I
say, "Listen, Robby, you're the head of our  household and are therefore
entitled to things like that. You're the main man,  Robby, and anyway I had a
climax from sucking your cock. It was so awesome  acting submissive to you. I
love that shit. Man, the way you are so confident  lately is giving me many
a hard on, let me tell you. You're awesome and I'm  proud to be your
boyfriend and secret fiancé. I look up to you." He's pulling  a Polo shirt over his
head, asking, "Really? You're not breaking my balls?" I  say, "No, I really
sincerely mean it. I want to please you and I love sucking  your cock. Any
time you get the urge, just tell me to do it. You'll get no  argument from
me." He stares at me, "You're serious?" I mutter, "Dead  serious," and he
says, "Wow, that makes me feel wonderful. You don't mind when  I get a little
bossy?" I shake my head, "No, it's your job, you're the fucking  head of the
household. I respect that, Robby." Robby comes over and hugs me,  murmuring,
"You're too good to be real, thank you for reassuring me I'm doing  okay. I
can't tell you how good it makes me feel to have your approval, Dylan.
You're my idol, ya know." I go, "Don't ya just love our mutual admiration
society?" He goes, "Yeah, I do. Lets get that coffee now."


Chubby's already out on the  balcony when we go into the kitchen. He's
listening to the Counting Crows CD I  had on last night. There's apparently
something happening on the ground below  our balcony because Chubby's at the
railing watching whatever it is intently.  After making our coffees we join
Chubby and I ask, "What's up, Chub? Whatcha  looking at?" He turns around and
gives me his 'glad to see you, Dylan' smile,  and says, "Just some nerds
trying to toss around a Frisbee. I haven't seen one  of them catch the damn
thing yet. Spastics!" I give him a kiss and he says,  "Good morning you two.
These toads down there are defying the law of averages.  You'd think they'd
accidentally catch it one time. What an uncoordinated  group, it's
embarrassing. Look at them." We look over the railing and see  three average looking
guys and a girl throwing a Frisbee at each other and  laughing every time it
isn't caught. Robby says, "Ah, they're just some bored  kids trying to make
friends. It's easier to make friends living in the dorms  than the apartment
where the majority of residents aren't college age." We sit  down as Chubby
says, "Did you guys know that the red dot on a 7-up bottle is a  tribute to
the guy who invented that soft drink?" I go, "No, I didn't, but I  do know
not to drink that shit, it's sickly sweet." Chubby ignores that and  tells
Robby, "The guy who invented 7-up was an albino and the red dot  represents one
of his eyes." Robby mumbles, "That's disturbing news." Chubby  shrugs as we
all light a cigarette. I sip my hot coffee and Chubby says,  "Yeah, I guess
it is a tad sick, but so is the fact that most lipsticks  contain fish
scales." Robby and I exchange glances as Chubby chuckles, "Just a  few random
obscure facts that I'm too lazy to verify whether they're accurate  or not.
Also, this one: Donald Duck comics were banned in Finland because  Donald
doesn't wear underwear or pants. His ass and dick, if he has a dick,  are
hanging out there and no Finlander wants to see that shit." I mutter, "You  told
us that one before, Chub." He goes, "These factoids are gold when making
conversation with a blind date, just saying..." I go, "Uh huh," as my cell
phone chirps indicating a text message.



Looking at it, I see it's  from Ryan.  He wants to know what we're doing
today so I show it to  Robby, and he asks, "What do you guys want to do about
lunch?" I shrug, then  mumble, "How 'bout Italian subs?" Robby says, "Yeah,
but I'm thinking cheese  steak, how about you, Chubby?" Chubby says, "Yep,
sound good to me," so Robby  texts back to Ryan on my cell phone telling him
our plans, and saying we'll  pick him up. Flicking my cigarette butt off
Chubby leg and from there off the  balcony, I say, "There are sub shops in
downtown North Andover. It's like a  five minute ride from here." Robby says to
me, "Yeah, okay, but first text  Tracy and see if he's in. You need to score
a case of beer today." I mutter,  "Sure thing, boss," and text him getting
a text right back. I read it and tell  the guys, "He says he's got four
cases of Amstel light he'll let us have for  $45 a case." Chubby mutters,
"That's highway robbery. Tell him we're taking  our business elsewhere." Meanwhile
Tracy is adding to his text claiming he  paid $39.95 for each case himself.
I tell the guys and Robby's like, "Fuck  that! Lets hunt down Harry Black.
He's got that awesome ID and he doesn't  charge a markup."


We finish our coffees, then  get in the Jeep and Chubby drives onto the
campus. Parking we walk to the quad  where kids gather during their free time
and there's Harry with his roommate,  Travis, playing an online game using
their smart phones. Harry's wearing a  t-shirt that has on the front: 'FCUK
YOU, YOU DYSLEXIC CNUT'. Classy, that's  Harry. Travis looks over at us, and
says, "Hi, Dylan, how ya doing?" as he's  getting up to come over to me to
give me a hug with his crotch bumping into  mine. I go, "Wassup, Travis?" He
says, "Harry's hung over again," and I go,  "That's a surprise." Chubby goes,
"Yo, Harry, can you hook us up with a case  of beer, dude?" Harry asks,
"Who's buying?" and I go, "Me, why?" He gets up  holding his head, mumbling,
"This fucking hangover's a bitch. Well, Dylan,  dude, it's like this. The only
place to buy booze is in New Hampshire, Salem  to be exact. Massachusetts
taxes are for shit so it's stupid to buy cigarettes  or booze in this state."
I go, "Yeah, so what? Everybody knows that." He  belches and coughs, then
holds out his hand, muttering, "Give me twenty-five  bucks and the next time
I'm in Salem I'll get you a thirty pack of Bud." Robby  says, "When you
going to Salem?" Harry makes a face, gags, then says, "I  thought I was gonna
hurl there for a second or two. Um, I've gotta go sometime  today. Travis and
me need to reload ourselves." Then to me, he goes, "Let me  have your
fucking text number and I'll text you when I got the case. Is Bud  okay?" I say,
"Anything domestic, but not light beer." He swallows noisily,  blinking his
eyes real fast, then points at me and says, "Got it, dude,"then  he looks
around, asking, "Anybody have a antacid thingie I can have?" Travis  hands him
a roll of something, then Travis says to me, "If you need any help  drinking
the beer give me a call," and he rubs my head looking into my eyes.  Okay,
he's coming on to me again and he's not suppose to even be gay. That's  what
he says anyway. Harry chews whatever it is Travis gave him, then points  at
me, "Give me the fucking twenty-five bucks or no beer." I give him the
money, saying, "Text me, okay," then give him my number and he types it into
his phone, muttering, "Yeah, yeah."


As we're walking to Ryan's  dorm, Chubby says, "How can Travis live with
Harry? Harry's always either  throwing up or just about to." Robby mumbles,
"Gross." Then we run into  Chubby's date from Monday night, Judy Rinker, who
originally asked me out on a  date. She's with her best friend, Mary Butler,
and another girl. Chubby and  Judy step away whispering about something,
then Judy laughs uproariously at  whatever it was Chubby said. We look over and
for a second, then Mary  introduces the heavy set girl as Kathy Monahand.
We shake hands and I  introduce Robby. Kathy's not very attractive, but she's
very friendly. She  begins making eyes at Robby, who take a subtle step
away from her blushing a  little. I stifle a chuckle because Robby's not real
smooth around girls. Many  girls have undoubtedly made a play for my cute
boyfriend as he was growing up,  so now he's afraid of them, sorta. I used to
be like that too, but the posse  boys' girlfriends partially helped me
overcome that by being friendly to me  and helping me realize there's nothing to
be uncomfortable about, they're just  people. The truth is I feel a little
sad for girls like Kathy, who aren't  attractive and a little overweight, but
there are unattractive guys too. In  most cases unattractive people want
boyfriends and girlfriends too, but they  often have a harder time finding
them. If they'd just be realistic and settle  for someone like themselves it'd
work out better for them, but they want good  looking boyfriends or
girlfriends, someone hot and sexy or cute and cuddly.  They're often disappointed
though and that's why I feel sad for them. None of  us has much to do about how
we look... all any of us can do is try to make the  best of what we got
handed to us. You see the Goth crowd fucking up their  appearance, and others
who pierce their face or tattoo their neck. I don't  feel particularly sorry
for them 'cause that shit is self inflicted. Anyway,  we're chatting
boringly about the nice weather we're having and about  Merrimack until Chubby and
Judy join us and Chubby takes over the conversation  getting us grinning and
chuckling. Then we excuse ourselves and continue on  our way to get Ryan.
We find him sitting on the front steps with a tall kid  who I don't get a
good look at because he pats Ryan's shoulder, turns around  and goes up the
steps and into the dorm.


I yell over to Ryan and he  stands up giving us a grin and a wave before
walking to meet us. We bump fist  with him as I ask, "Was that your roommate?"
Ryan mumbles, "Yeah," and Robby  asks, "Is he an alright guy?" and Ryan
shrugs, "It's hard to tell. Marty's not  easy to get to know." We head for the
Jeep talking about the stupid  orientation meeting later today. Chubby says,
"I'm not going to that one  either," and I look at Robby, but he shakes his
head, and mumbles to me,  "You're going." I hate that we're going, but
Robby's bossiness gets me pulling  at my crotch. He's so awesome with that
confident bossiness lately. We  eventually have lunch at a sub shop called
Martineelie's that's on Main street  in North Andover. As we're eating very
mediocre subs, Ryan says, "Get this,  guys. I was surfing online and see this on
Yahoo. StubHub is offering  court-side seats for the Miami Heat/Los Angeles
Lakers basketball game on  January 21 st for $1,100, 002. Two fucking seats
for one game cost over a  million dollars. They suggest you split the cost
with a friend." I go, "Get  the fuck outta here! That's beyond ludicrous and
totally unbelievable." Ryan  says, "That's what it said on Yahoo," and he
goes to his smart phone and  brings up the notice. There it is right before our
eyes. Chubby says, "Holy  shit! Look at that. That's too stupid to even
talk about." Ryan shrugs, "Just  saying it's there," and Robby changes the
subject by mentioning that we need  to buy a set of barbells for lifting. I ask,
"Where will we go to buy weights  anyway?" Ryan goes on his smart phone
again and comes up with Olympic Sports  at the Loop in Methuen. He says, "On
sale for $79.99 we can get a hundred  twenty-four pound set." Robby asks
Chubby, "You want to get in on this too?"  Chubby asks, "Lift weights you mean?"
and Robby says, "Yeah." Chubby's like,  "Hmmm, how should I put this, um,
no!" I say, "You're sure?" He goes, "Very  sure. Lifting weights is too much
like work. I wanna get paid to lift heavy  things, and anyway I've got an
awesome physique already." I go, "Uh  huh."

After lunch Chubby drops  Ryan, Robby, and me off at Robby's pickup so we
can go to the orientation  meeting. Ryan and I roll our eyes at each other
because we really don't want  to go to the damn thing. Rob insists though and
he's the boss so we go.  Outside the Rogers Center, Robby check to see what
building the Business major  orientation meeting is in, while I say hello
again to Jarod. We bump fists  lightly as I ask, "You going to the orientation
meeting?" He goes, "Hell, no.  I'm on my way to my dorm after lunch. Hey,
today would be a good day for that  free haircut. I was talking to this chick
in the dining hall and she said my  'mountain man' look is different. I'm
like what the fuck ya talking about and  she tells it's this scraggily hair
of mine." I go, "She liked it," and he  goes, "Mountain man isn't the 'look'
I'm shooting for, so how about it? I'm  accepting you offer for a free
haircut." I go, Huh, don't do me no favors,  Jarod," and he goes, "No, I didn't
mean it like that. I appreciate it, believe  me." So I tell him to meet me at
my place around five o'clock and give him  directions. He punches my arm
lightly, saying, "Hope this doesn't end up in  another fight, Dylan. I don't
want to get my ass kicked again." I go, "Fight?  Why would you say that?" He
grins, "If you fuck up my hair, ya know." I shrug,  "You don't need to worry
about that," and I run my fingers through his long  hair. He pulls his head
away, "I need to wash it," and I go, "That's part of  the deal, I shampoo
it." He says, "I keep forgetting you're gay. Hey, maybe  I'll let you blow
me." I shake my head, "How exciting, Jarod, what a thrill  for me," He grins
at me, and says, "I'll see you around five, and  thanks."


I watch him walk away, then  glance over at Ryan who's looking at me. He
asks, "Who's that?" and I say,  "Just a kid who wants a haircut." He grips
behind my neck, quietly saying, "We  still need to have a little meeting, you
and I." I go, "Why's that?" and he  says, "I want to run over a few things I
expect you to do as my sub. Like last  year." I go, "Oh, I'm sorta not gonna
be able to do all that submissive stuff  with you, except during sex, I
mean. Now that I'm engaged to Rob, I can only  be submissive to him." Ryan
frowns, "That doesn't sound like something Rob  would care about." I go, "He
didn't say anything about it. It's my idea  because he's kinda like, I don't
know, my hero or something. I really look up  to him." Ryan laughs, "You're
nuts. Breaking my balls again," and he gives me  a hug, saying, "We'll talk,
really. I'm serious." So am I , but why argue  about it now? Robby says,
"Come on guys, we'll be late."


We get to the right building, one I've  never been in before, and go inside
to sit up close to the front. As near  the front as Robby can get with
three empty seats together. Oh man, this is a  drag. After fifteen minutes Robby
comes to his senses. He leans close to me  and whispers, "You twins were
right, this sucks the big one. It's a waste of  time. We'll go buy those
weighs now. Tell your twin." Robby's wearing out the  'twin' references, but you
know what... I don't care because he's enjoying  himself being 'the man'.
That's cool. I mutter, "Yes, Robby," and lean over to  Ryan who has his eyes
closed pretending to quietly snore. I go, "Nap time's  over, hot stuff, Rob's
seen the light. We're eighty-sixing this place. Let's  go." On the way out,
Ryan asks, "Where are we going?" and I tell him. He goes,  "Good, we're
really going to have a weight lifting program. Cool. I can show  off for Rob."
I mutter, "Brown-nosier,"and he says, "Sixty pound weakling." In  the pickup
Ryan elbows me out of the way so he can get in first and sit next  to Rob.
We have a little friendly tussle and Robby says, "Knock it off you  two!"
and I get a little twitch in my dick. Ryan scampers in first grinning at  me.
Damn, he's cute. I get in and take his hand. He smirks at me, but holds my
hand. Robby shakes his head, mumbling, "We're sophomores in college, not
high  school. Act your age," so Ryan lets go of my hand, whining, "It was
Dylan, not  me, Rob." Robby shrugs and starts the pickup. I say, "The Loops only
ten  minutes from here," and Ryan says, "Rob knows that." Robby says, "The
weights  are only about twenty-five dollars each, which is the cost of one
case of  beer. This will be money well spent, guys. Good idea Ryan."






Inside Olympic Sports we  peruse the fitness section checking out
treadmills, elliptical trainers, and a  rowing machine. Ryan and Robby are basically
playing on these things, so who's  acting childish now. A salesperson comes
over and asks, "Which one of these  are you interested in?" He's a youngish
guy built like a brick shithouse, and  I don't know why that means what it
does. This guy has muscles on top of  muscles, but he hasn't quite taken it
to the grotesque stage yet. His  biceps are definitely challenging the
material's strength his t-shirt is made  from. I check for his name, but he's not
wearing a name tag. Ryan looks at  Robby, as no-name-tag adds, "Or are you
guys just fucking around on the  equipment without any intention of buying
it?" He said that friendly-like, but  Ryan and Robby sheepishly get off the
equipment, and Robby says, "Um, actually  we're just interested in the starter
weight lifting set." The kid asks, "The  free weights?" and Ryan says,
"Free? It said online they cost $79.99 plus  tax." Robby says, "Don't mind him,
I know what you mean." We walk over to the  weights and the guy sells us a
boxed set of weights and lifts it to a dolly,  then rings the sale up on the
computer/register. We pool our money and pay, as  the guy says, "It includes
a couple of dumbbells, a long bar and various heavy  duty vinyl weighs. Two
twenty pound weighs, four ten pounders, and four five  pounders." Robby
says, "That's not a hundred and twenty pounds or whatever was  advertised." The
guy says, "The bar weighs twelve pounds and the dumbbells six  pounds each
for a total of a hundred twenty-four pounds."


He pushes the dolly to the  parking lot where he and Ryan lift the box onto
the bed of the pickup. "Thanks  guys, nice doing business with you. Next
time I see you ya better have bulked  up some." Inside the cab of the pickup,
with Ryan weaseling his way in the  middle again, I say to him, "I prefer
the shotgun seat, Ryan, so feel free to  always sit in the middle. That's fine
by me. Anyway, you're small so the  middle's just right for you." I'm
joking around, but Ryan doesn't take it that  way and he gives me a dirty look. I
say, "Robby we should have gone to the  Olympic Sports in Salem and saved
the sales tax." Robby goes, "It was $4.80  sales tax. For chrissakes, I'd
burn more than that in gas getting there and  back." I go, 'Why's everyone
jumping down my throat at everything I say?"  Robby says, "I didn't mean to do
that, Dylan, honest. I didn't really think I  did jump down your throat."
Ryan says, "You didn't, Rob, Dylan's just too  sensitive." I shut my mouth
because I seldom get myself in trouble doing that.  During the ride to the
apartment Ryan reads from the instruction booklet that  the guy gave us. He says,
"This says it's important to focus on lifting  properly before worrying
about how much weight we can lift." Robby asks, "Are  there pictures or drawing
demonstrating the proper way to lift?" Ryan goes,  "Yeah, lots of them.
Goofy looking guy though. Okay, here it says we're not  supposed to jerk or
bounce the weighs. I know that from asshole Mack showing  me and yelling if I
did it wrong." I ask, "Did ya get your face slapped too  when you did it
wrong?" He says, "Please don't remind me.


At the apartment Robby  asks, "Can you guys get the box upstairs to our
place?" Ryan says, "No  problem, Rob." Then Ryan says to me. "You hop up on
there on the truck bed and  slide the box halfway off. I'll take an end and you
hop down and take the  other end." Man, he's bossier than Rob, but I do
what he says to avoid more  bickering. We carry the box with the weights from
the pickup to the back door  as Robby's reading the instruction booklet. I'm
about to drop a nut from my  scrotum because this fucker is heavy! Ryan
doesn't appear to be struggling  with it at all. Inside the door I look at the
steps, and mumble, "I gotta put  this fucking thing down for a minute." Robby
puts the booklet in his back  pocket, and says, "Here, let me take it,
Dylan," and he takes my end . Him and  Ryan go up the steps without a problem. I
open the apartment door for them  feeling shitty that I couldn't carry it
all the way. Inside, Ryan opens the  box, and he's not even sweating. I've
got sweat running down the inside of my  t-shirt and my hearts still beating
fast from the effort. Fuck, I need to get  in shape. I look like I'm in
shape, but I guess I'm not. Ryan lays the weighs  out and Robby says, "Bring some
of them out to the balcony and we'll play  around with them a little. Just
about forty pounds, Ryan. I'll get the long  bar and, Dylan, you get the
dumbbells." I hope I can handle two six pound  dumbbells.


On the balcony Robby's  reading the instructions again, so I light a
cigarette and mug with Ryan  trying to tell if he's in a good mood or still being
testy with me. He looks  back at me smirking and I rub his hair looking into
his eyes. He sticks the  tip of his pink tongue out and licks all around
his sexy lips while staring  back. That gives me a squirmy feeling, thinking
his tongue looks deliciously  sexy. Blowing exhaled smoke toward Ryan, he
reaches over and takes the  cigarette from my fingers and drags on it. When he
passes it back to me with  the filters dripping with his saliva. I suck on
it as my dick tightens up.  Ryan pushes his little eyeglasses up his nose, as
Robby says, "Okay, I got the  gist of it. Dylan, please get me a pen and
something to write on. We're  supposed to keep a chart." I get a pen and
tablet of paper from our desk and  bring them to Robby. He mutters, "Thanks," and
sits down to make a chart for  us. He looks up, then says, "You two do
something for ten or fifteen minutes  while I do this chart." I ask. "Do you
want a Coke, Rob?" He says, "Yeah,  thanks," and I flick my cigarette butt into
an empty chair. Ryan laughs  picking it up and then flicking it way over
the railing. Giving him a look, I  go inside with Ryan right behind me.


Inside the sliding glass  door he reaches between my legs from behind and
gets a fist full of my  privates, saying, 'Hold it right there." I look back
and he gives my nuts a  tight squeeze, saying, "I told you to hold it right
here." Keeping hold of a  fistful of my balls he leans his chest on my back,
asking, "You wanna get  fucked later this afternoon?" I'd like to say 'no',
but instead I nod my head.  He goes, "Say it," and I go, "Yeah, sure I'd
like to mess around later." He  goes, "Two things: you need to say please, and
we need to have a meeting so I  can lay down the ground rules." Oh fuck,
he's back on this shit again." I  mutter, "Okay," just so he lets go of my
nuts. Ryan's changed. He has a mean  streak that he didn't use to have, or at
least I didn't notice it. He lets go  of me and in the kitchen, trying to get
things more playful, I say, "Show me  that pink tongue of yours again,
Ryan." He puts his arm around the back of my  neck pilling my head down to his
and sticks his pink tongue out. I lick it and  then suck on it enjoying the
taste of his saliva and the aroma coming off his  body. A little whine of
desire surprisingly pops out of me. Ryan shakes his  head a little smirking,
then mutters, "You are ridiculously hot for me. You  need to learn some self
control, Dylan." Still holding my head down, he begins  his delicious way of
kissing. It's impossible not to kiss back and my arms  just naturally go
around his tight body.  With his free hand he again  reaches down and grabs my
crotch, squeezing with my dick growing hard in his  hand. He breaks off the
kiss, and mutters, "I can get you hard so easily. You  better be careful or
I'll have you under my little finger again in no time  flat. You know I can
do it too." I mumble, "That was then, Ryan, it's  different now." He goes,
"Huh, maybe you think so but I know differently.  Would you like me to make
you cum in your pants right now?" I shake my head  'no' feeling my face blush
because I guess he could do it pretty easily. He's  sexy hot to me, so I
lean into him with my arms still around him giving him a  hug, The side of my
face is against the side of his, as he whispers, "You need  to show me more
submission, Dylan, or we won't have the hot sex we used to.  Don't fight me
on this, okay? We have the potential of being really good  together again,
but you must follow-up on the things I tell you." His arm is  still around
the back of my neck and he tightens his hold repeating, "Okay?" I  mutter,
"Okay, Ryan," but I don't mean it.


He lets go of me, and says,  "Get us all a Coke now." Damn, my boner's so
hard, which pisses me off because  he can see I'm hard. It's just that him
being dominant is hard for me to  resist, but I'm committed to Robby, not
Ryan. I get the Cokes and he nods at  me, saying, "Open them," so I do that,
then we go outside and join Robby. I  hand him a Coke, and he says, "Thank you,
Dylan," he takes a few swallows of  Coke, before saying, "They recommend we
take a day off from lifting after we  lift, but I made the chart showing a
two day rest after we lift. We'll change  it when we feel it's the right
time. I don't want to walk around with sore  muscles all the time. It might not
be good for baseball activities to get too  muscle bound." Then his cell
phone rings and he looks at it, then says, "It's  Gene from the team," and
answers it. He talks for a minute, then says, "I'm  gonna play a pickup game
with some of the guys. Do you twins want to come?  Maybe you can get in the
game." I look at Ryan, and he says, "I'll pass, Rob,"  them he looks at me
asking, "How 'bout you, Dylan?" I say, "I'd like that, but  I'm waiting to hear
from Harry about the beer." He goes, "Okay, guys, I'll see  you later." He
goes into the apartment,  then sticks his head back  out, saying, "Dylan,
will you shop for dinner fixings for tonight?" I say,  "Sure. Okay if I invite
Cory to dinner?" Robby's like, "Absolutely, see you  guys." I look at Ryan
and he checks to see if Robby's out of listening range.  He gives me a sexy
look, then says, "Remember, ya gotta say, please if you  want me to fuck
you."


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


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