Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 12:15:56 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  7

			  DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


				Chapter  7


			     by  Donny Mumford



Robby's just left to play in the baseball team's  pick up game. No coaches
involved, just the players. So, Ryan and I are alone  in the apartment now,
and he's acting frisky... he wants me to ask him nicely  to fuck my ass. I
smirk at him and he smirks back with the tip of his pink  tongue peeking out.
His tongue looks delicious, and what the hell, I gotta  admit he's as sexy
as anyone I've ever met, and at times he's the sexiest. To  me he is anyway.
Reaching over I run my fingers through his little goatee and  he grabs my
wrist, asking, "What do you need to say, Dylan?" I hesitate before  giving
in, and then say, "Okay, please fuck me, Ryan." He grins nodding his  head,
then says, "Good boy, now you can get undressed. No, wait, heh heh,  undress
on the balcony, that'll be better." I look at him, "Really?" He goes,  "Yep,
and don't trip over the weights that are on the floor out there. From  now
on we'll be doing things my way or not at all." That's bossy alright, but  to
be cantankerous and to test his resolve, I mutter, "Okay, then it's gonna
be not at all. I'm not getting undressed out there in broad daylight. So I
guess I'll mess around with the weighs instead, at least until you come to
your senses." I've got to get this idea out of his head I'm gonna be
submissive to him when Rob's not around. We played at that last year, but this  is
this year and I'm committed to Robby. I'm  submissive only to Robby. Well,
except during sex because I like that. I pick  up the two dumbbells that
have two five pound weight for a grand total of  sixteen pounds on each, and do
some curls smirking at Ryan. He gets the big  bar and puts on eighty pounds
which means, when the bar weight is included, it  equals ninety-two pounds.
Without struggling he does five curls with it, his  biceps bulging, and
then he lifts the bar above his head five time before  lightly putting the
barbell on the floor, mumbling, "I could do a lot more  reps if I wanted to."  I
go, "Let me try that." Ryan chuckles, "You can't  lift that much." I
stagger picking it up. What the fuck? He did it easily, but  I can't even do one
curl or one lift. Almost dropping it, I put the weights  down frowning at
Ryan. He says, "After lots of lifting you'll eventually be  able to lift it.
I'll help you with the weight lifting when Rob's ready to do  it." I shrug,
mumbling, "Okay, I guess I need help."

We don't say anything for a few seconds, then he asks, "You're not  going
to do what I want?" I shake my head 'no', and he's like, "Well, I guess  I'll
walk back to the dorm then and see what Marty's up too." "Who's Marty?"
and he says, "I told you already, he's my roommate." Fuck! I ask Ryan, "Is he,
 um, gay?" Ryan shrugs, "He claims he is, but you couldn't prove it by me."
 Biting my bottom lip I'm determined to call his bluff about me getting
undressed on the balcony. Ryan waves, "See ya, Dylan," as he heads for the
door, then stops, and says, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot, Rob invited me to
dinner here again tonight so I'll se ya then." I mutter, "Yeah, see ya," and
watch him leave. He'll have to cross the parking lot and the wooded area
behind our condo to get to route 114 so I go out on the balcony and watch for
him. He doesn't use the apartment's building's back door, but goes out the
front one for some reason. Thirty seconds later he's around the side of the
building walking under my balcony towards the parking lot and the trees
beyond  it without looking back. That prick! What's his problem? I call down to
him,  "What's wrong?" Ryan turns and waves, then turns around again to
continue  walking. I watch him for a few seconds realizing, now that I'm at
college, he  might be the only side-sex I have left, then yell, "Okay, you win,
I'll do  it." He stops, turns around and slowly walks back to stand under the
balcony  looking up, smugly asking, "You'll do what?" I frown, "You know,"
and he yells  up, "Do you mean you'll get naked on the balcony?" I look
around and don't see  anyone, so I nod my head, then mutter, "Yeah," and he
disappears under the  balcony where he buzzes the back door of our apartment
building and I hit the  buzzer letting him in. Sometimes the front door is
open, but you always need  to enter the code or buzz for someone to let you in
at the back  door.


I leave the balcony and go inside to wait for him. Shortly he's up the
steps and inside the apartment. He looks at me, then asks, "What are you doing
in here? Get out there on the balcony and start taking your clothes off." I
 ask, "Why are you being like this, Ryan? You weren't like this before." He
 comes over to stand right in front of me. He's about six inches shorter
than  me so I look down into his eyes, and he goes, "You like it like this,
don't  you? You want me to be dominant, so to answer your question, I'm being
like  this for you." I say, "Oh, we'll don't be, okay? I like the other
you." Pushing his glasses up the  bridge of his nose, he says, "Go ahead, Dylan,
do what you said you would...  get undressed on the balcony." I mutter,
"This is crazy," and look at him with  a puss on my face. He reaches behind me
and smacks my ass. I grin at him,  mumbling, "Come on, Ryan, be nice." He
nods his head, "I'm being nice the way  you like me to be nice, now get
undressed on the balcony." I ask, "Why?" and  he's like, "Because I said so." He's
smiling and saying all this nicely  enough, so I shrug, "Oh, okay, I guess
I said I would, so..." and slide the  screen door over to the side and while
stepping out on the balcony pull my  t-shirt over my head. He says, "In the
middle of the balcony, Dylan." Taking a  step backwards, I look around then
drop my shorts. He goes, "Now your  underpants," so fuck it, I drop those
too and it's weird being naked outside.  Guess I wouldn't make it as a
nudist.


"Take your sneakers and socks off now." What a pain in the ass. I do  that
looking down the row of balconies and see some people further down to my
left just coming out on their balcony. They're not looking this way though,
thank God. When my sneakers and socks are off, Ryan says, "Let me see your
dick. Hold it out." Taking big breaths then blowing it out with my cheeks
puffing out, I stretch my dick. He says, "Stroke it a couple of times, show me
 what you got." I look to my left again, then stroke it a few times feeling
 that submissive trance hovering near by. He says, "I'm just getting you in
the  mood to be submissive the way you like." He waits a few seconds, then
wiggles  his index finger for me to come in. He's being a bully and a prick,
that's  what he's doing. I hop through the door grinning self-consciously
and  blushing, feeling stupid. Ryan says, "Huh, I didn't think you'd do it."
I  says, "Do you enjoy being a prick?" He shakes his head, 'no'.  Shrugging,
I mutter, "I tried calling your bluff, but you wouldn't  bluff." He grins,
"I was going to forget the whole idea if you let me get too  far away
without calling me back." I'm sucking my lips staring at him. I got  to admit,
there's something about him, or maybe many things about him that I  can't
fucking resist. He asks, "Are you mad at me?" I mutter, "Yes, I am. You
shouldn't treat me this way." He goes, "I'm sorry, I was just messing around  with
you by being a dominant asshole 'cause you told me you like that." I  think
there's more to it than that, but I don't know what  exactly.

Ryan says, "Try lifting the bar bell again." Shaking my head,  "Ninety-two
pounds is too heavy for me," so he takes off some weights, and  says, "Try
it now... it's a mere sixty-five pounds ." I can barely do two  curls, and
then only two lifts before my muscles turn to jelly. He's like,  "Are you
putting me on? You can't lift more than that?" I say, "I don't think  so."
Smiling, he mutters, "That's pathetic," and I ask, "How much did you lift  when
you started with weights at the beginning of  the summer?" He goes,  "Fifty
pounds," and laughs, "Less than you, but you'll be surprised how fast  you
can improve the amount of weight and repetitions." He picks up the  sixty-five
pounds easily and  lifts it over his head twelve times without  straining.
I mumble, "You're giving me a hard on, mister bulging biceps." He  puts the
weighs down and wiggles his finger at me again, so I go over, asking,
"What?" and he says, "Here's what," and gets his arm around the back of my  neck
pulling my head down so he can kiss my lips wetly and then, with a saliva
saturated tongue, he licks from my chin up and over my lips, and then keeps
going up the front of my nose. He looks into my eyes, then does it again.
That  hovering trance sensation drifts down around my brain as my cock gets
hard for  real this time. I love when Ryan or Robby do that licking thing,
it's so sexy.  My arms go around Ryan and squeeze his hard little body tightly
against my  naked body, loving the feel and smell of him. We kiss and suck
on each others  lips, then his tongue goes in my mouth. His glasses fog up as
both his hands  drop down to squeeze my butt cheeks and pull my groin
against his as he humps  gently into me. Saliva begins drooling down my chin and
I'm moaning in a  deep sexual arousal. Oh my God, Ryan can turn  me on
sexually so quickly and easily. His saliva smells clean and fresh as I  suck on
his mouth moaning quietly. About three minutes of this and then Ryan  licks
across my cheek leaving a wet trail to my ear, "Take out my cock."  Stifling
a moan, I fumble at the zipper on his shorts, pull it down and  urgently
push my fingers inside the fly of his boxer shorts and pull out his  semi-hard
cock. Mine's a steel rod. Ryan grips behind my head bringing my head  down,
down, down to his crotch and I slurp his big cock into my mouth with his
crotch odor strong and oh so sexy as it swims around in my head.


Slurping and licking his cock until it's hard, he then grabs the back  of
my head and pulls it towards his crotch as he humps his hips forcing his
hard long cock past my gag reflect area into my throat. I feel my neck bulge
out near my adam's apple. There's a vomit/gagging sensation running through
my  brain because his cock's so big, but I consciously relax and it
thankfully  passes. Ryan pushes more shaft in, leaving it there for a few seconds as
tears  are swelling in my eyes, then he pulls his sloppy cock from my
throat,  muttering, "Turn around now, baby, and I'll give you what you need." The
tears  weren't from pain, I don't know what they're from. In a deep trance
now, I  turn around and Ryan's arms encircle my waist, pulling me back
against him.  His arms feel so strong when he puts downward pressure on me and his
sloppy  cock slides up my back a little as I lower my ass. He steps back a
bit and  then his hard cock's head pushes against my anus, the lips spread
and he humps  it in past my sphincter. A groan from me, "Ooooh, gawd," and my
shoulders do a  little shudder. He waits a few seconds then pushes his big
hard cock slowly,  considerately slow up my ass, giving my rectum time to
adjust to the size of  his boner. When his groin is tight against my buttocks,
he whispers, "Does it  feel good, baby? I hope it feels as good to you as
it does to me. I love,  love, love your ass." My head is back against his
shoulder, I murmur,  "Awesome, Ryan, it feels awesome." He sucks on the hickey
Robby recently gave  me as I gasp with my hard cock quivering in it's
tightness. With  Ryan's  fat cock way up my ass, twitching now, I hear him
slurping on the hickey and  he continues doing it until it's stinging and burning.
Moving my shoulder to  pull the hickey away from his mouth, and, "Smack!
Smack!" from Ryan on my bare  ass... two stinging slaps on my ass, with him
saying, "NO! Move your shoulder  back, boy!" When he spanked me his dick pulled
out four or five inches. I keep  my shoulder steady now so he can go back
to sucking on the hickey while he  slowly pushes his cock back inside me, way
up my ass. I feel his pubic hairs  tickling my buttocks, and then he's
tightly against me again. He continues  sucking the hickey until, out of nowhere
I feel a deep dreamy sensation  descending over my mind like pouring cold,
thick maple syrup over pancakes. It  oozes over my brain relaxing me and
there's no more resisting his hickey  sucking and licking, or anything else he
has in mind. Another quiet moan slips  from my throat as I lay back docilely
against him. His mouth comes off my  hickey and he murmurs, "That's my good
boy."


When Ryan finally pulls his mouth away from my neck for good, the air
feels cool on the wet hickey making it sting even more. Ryan roughly pushes at
the back of my head, almost a slap, as he mutters, "Get down, bend over,"
and  I bend over obediently, my hands on my knees. My eyelids are droopy and
that  floating feeling comes over me, the one that sometimes happens when
someone is  very dominant like Ryan's been the last twenty minutes or so. No
one can do it  for me like he can, he's the best. He's hasn't been very nice,
only fairly  nice about everything, but there's this awesome dreamy and sexy
trance to  consider as well. 'His way or no way,' registers in my brain and
locks down.  My cock likes everything about Ryan's behavior as it points
straight up from  my groin, very hard against my belly leaking precum that
drips to the carpet.  With me bent over, my ass tipping up a bit at just the
right level and angle,  I anticipate being fucked very well when he's ready.
Ryan mutters, "Keep your  ass right there," and he pulls his cock completely
out, with me moaning,  "Ooooh, ummm, noooo." He steps to the side and swings
his arm way back  spanking my ass a half dozen times hard, "Smack! Smack!
Smack!" then, "Smack!  Smack! Smack!" My butt cheeks sting and feel hot as
his cock again slides  tightly back up my ass. I groan with my ass muscles
tightening. When his cock  is back up my ass and he's tight against me, he
grips my hips with both hands  and begins a hard fast fucking that has me in
ecstasy right from the start.  His long fat cock traveling way up my ass, then
pulling way back only to  immediately make the trip way back into my bowels
again, and it happens very  fast, over and over. The hard fat head of his
cock plows into my rectum, a  seemingly long trip back up my ass with the fat
head spreading the walls of my  bowels as it goes. Each penetration send
electric buzzes of sexual pleasure to  my brain as I lick my lips absorbing the
sexy sensations that are blinking all  over me like little sparks. The
sexual sensations in my rectum begin sizzling  constantly, my prostate and anus
sending out unbelievable vibrations that are  alive with sexual pleasure. My
head moves around in the air as I moan, "Aaaah,  aaah, oooh, mmm, Ryan,
fuck me." The slapping sound of his body smacking  against my stinging butt
cheeks rings in my ears like slaps. Ryan's strong  arms are pulling me back
into each of his hard thrusts. His hands tightly grip  my hips pull me back two
or three inches as he thrust his cock up my ass and  then pushes me forward
a little as he pulls his cock back, followed  immediately by another pull
into his next hard thrust. No resistance of  any kind from me, my body is
loose, letting Ryan handle me the way he chooses.  Again I sense the strength
in his arms and a picture of him lifting the  weights with his biceps
bulging forms in my head as I moan and stay docile for  my dominant sex partner.
My climax comes on me fast. As quickly as three or  four minutes after he
began driving his cock inside me. I'm wreathing with  sexual pleasure, then
squeal as loudly as I ever have, my whole body shaking  as I arch my back,
gagging on my squeal as cum's shooting from my hard cock,  my mind blank except
for the overwhelming pleasure of orgasm. The spray of the  first stream of
cum wets my stomach and chest as the sperm-filled spunk passes  by my face,
just under my chin, on it's way to land just short of the sliding  door to
the balcony. Then, "Ooooh, oooh," as more cum pumps out of my  throbbing cock.
My body shakes some more with all kinds of sensations whirling  around and
I savor them even as Ryan continues hammering his monster boner  inside me.

Sensations from  my orgasm fade slowly with my shoulders again shuddering
and then the sexy  sensations of my big orgasm fade away leaving only their
awesome memories  behind. But my rectum is still a bastion of sexual pleasure
sensations as Ryan  smoothly and forcefully fuck's me until he grunts,
"Aaah! Oh Fuck!" and a  river of cum saturates my bowels. Then Ryan pours more
creamy cum up my  ass and it's very wet inside, even though some of it is
already running out  and sliding down my butt cheeks. Ryan's thrusts now make a
slushy sound for  thirty seconds more and then he pulls out entirely, steps
back and breathing  hard, and then he smacks my ass, "SLAP!" Slapping my
wet ass stings extra bad  like a bumble bee sting and I yelp. The lips of my
ass are gapping open as  more of Ryan's cum drools out. He mutters, "Holy
shit, that was awesome,"  then, "Get around here, Dylan, and suck me off."
Still in a deep submissive  trance I turn around and drop to my knees to gobble
his cock into my mouth  sucking and licking, then take it out and lick from
his nuts up the shaft  getting the parts of  the shaft that didn't fit in my
mouth. "Hands and  knees," he says, and when I turn around on my hands and
knees he slides his  cock back up my ass and fuck's me until my boner comes
back up. I drop my  forehead to the back of my hands on the floor with Ryan
continuing to drive  his cock in hard and fast, grunting with the effort.
This goes on for ten  minutes or so, "Slap,slap,slap,slap!" with me moaning
the whole time. And then  I have another climax, a mini climax that gets me
shaking like a leaf. He  groans loudly, his body's doing the shaking now as he
lays on my ass with his  chest on my back and he then has his own mini
climax, his boner twitching  inside me as it spurts out his load. His body
shudders twice more on my back  which causes his glasses to fall off his face,
landing next to my  forehead.


Ryan moan quietly, then slowly straightens up and pulls his cock from  my
ass, gives my ass another hard slap, "Smack!" He says, "You're totally
awesome! How 'bout passing me my glasses." Still feeling quite submissive and
lazy, I pick up his glasses and hold them out to my hot dom and he puts them
on, then helps me up. I'm feeling weirdly dizzy, like maybe taking a nap is
in  order. With his arm around my waist we walk into my bedroom, cum running
down  the back of my legs. Through the bedroom into the bathroom where Ryan
run a  bath with me standing here in a bit of a daze. Ryan's hugging and
kissing me  lightly on the lips and when the water's three-quarters of the way
up the  sides of the tub, he gets me in the tub, murmuring, "I'm going to
bath you,  just sit there and don't do or say anything until I tell you to.
You being  submissive after the sex like this is exactly what I'm talking
about. You're  doing great. Just like the old days, huh?" I still feel dreamy
and do what I'm  told because it's been pretty damn good this far. Actually,
him bathing me  does nothing to lessen the feeling of Ryan being pleasantly
and sexily  completely in charge. Inhaling his sexy scent, I rub my cheek
against his when  he's leaning down washing my lower extremities. He washes me
slowly without  talking and then pulls the plug, closes the shower curtain,
and turns the  shower on to rinse me off. After a two minute shower, he
turns the water off  and helps me out of the tub, then dries me. He guides my
naked self to my bed  and we lay on it with Ryan's arms around me. This is so
pleasantly nice and  relaxing. After a minute or so of silence, he quietly
says, "Yesterday you  asked me to do some of the dominant shit, as you put
it, that I used to do  with you before I moved, and that's what I've been
trying to do this  afternoon."

So that's it. I mumble, "Oh, I wondered what got into you." He says, "I
won't do it anymore if you don't want me to. I'm just trying to work it out so
 we can recreate the past a little. Those were hot sexy fun days, but after
 last summer when I wasn't the slightest bit dominant ever, now it's a bit
if a  struggle for me. Out of practice I guess." Hmmm, now that I think
about it,  I'm not at all sure this is what I want because Robby and me are more
 committed now then we were then. We've taken it up to a new level getting
engaged. I mumble, "I don't know, Ryan, it's just, um, I don't know..." We
lay  here without talking for a while longer, Ryan rubbing the palms of his
hands  over my skin, then he gets up and retrieves my clothes off the
balcony floor.  He brings them in and holds them out to me. I ask, "What, should I
get dressed  now, Ryan?" He looks at me funny, then says, "If you want to.
It's not up to  me. You need to be submissive to me after sex when Rob's not
around, but I'd  never carry it so far that you need to ask me if you can
get dressed. Get  real!" Oh yeah, what the fuck am I thinking? I get dressed
with Ryan looking  at me funny again, and after a minute, he says, "You
know, you better make  damn sure you never meet someone like Mack, my dom this
summer, because he'd  have you acting like his trained monkey in no time.
That's basically what he  wanted me to be, but fortunately I had to come back
here to college or else  he'd probably have finished the job.  He's similar
to those cult guys,  the crazy leaders who get blind devotion from certain
types of people. With  you, it'd take Mack two weeks, tops." I mutter, "Don't
say that, Ryan, I'm  nobody's trained anything. And anyway, I was only
kidding you a minute ago  about getting dressed. Trying to make a point. During
sex you being dominant's  fine, but it's over when the sex is over." He
mutters, "It didn't seem that  way. We need to talk about this some more, but not
now."


We walk out to the balcony and light cigarettes as I'm thinking, when
everything's said and done, that was really hot sex. Hmmm, now that I know he
was acting dominant for my benefit, and he was doing it fairly nicely too, I
decide I want more of that part of it, so I go, "Um, now that I've had a
little time to think about it, um, yeah, I did like your dominance during our
 sex, Ryan. After the sex, not so much." He shrugs, "I wasn't being
dominant  after the sex. It's just the sub/dom game with us, not real life. For
others,  like Mack, it's not a game, it is their real life." I nod my head, and
he  looks at me, then goes, "So, you want me to continue this act next time
too,  right?" I say, "Surprise me. I think that's what made it hot. I
wasn't  expecting it." My cell phone rings and without even  looking at the
caller ID, I go, "Hello," and hear, "Hey, dude, it's Jarod. We  still on for five
or five-thirty?" I think fast and remembering he asked for a  haircut when
we were outside the Rogers Center. That seems like days ago now.  I go, "Um,
just a second, Jarod," and hold my cell phone against my chest,  asking
Ryan. "Would it be alright? Oh, that's not what I mean... I mean, do  you mind
if I give a guy a haircut this afternoon? It's not like I'm trying to  get
rid of you now that our sex is over. Um, it's just that I promised this
guy... He'd be coming over in about twenty minutes, or I could tell him to  make
it later." Ryan says, "Hell, Dylan, if you promised him, go for it, but  it
is a little bit like slam, bam, than you ma'am." I mutter, "Oh yeah, but I
promised the guy. Thanks for understanding," and I tell Jarod, "Sure,
Jarod.  I'll see you shortly." I click off, then say to Ryan, "What I meant was,
um,  how are you getting back to the dorm? Not that there's any reason you
need to  leave now if you don't want to. You'll be eating with us tonight
anyway, so  maybe you just stay here." He says, "Maybe I'll grab a ride back
with your  friend after his haircuts so I can get cleaned up before dinner." I
nod my  head really fast like Ryan used to do for Robby. He grins at me
shaking his  head slowly, then he asks, "What was it Rob said the other day
about our  haircuts, your's and mine? I'd like to lose this ponytail. The damn
thing is,  um, it makes me think of Mack to be honest about it. He's the
last person I  want to think about." I mumble, "Rob said next week some time,"
and Ryan asks,  "How about you cut just the ponytail off, just the ponytail
part." I shrug,  "Better not, unless you wanna text Rob and see if it's
okay. If it's okay with  him, I'd like to do it." He texts Rob and Robby calls
him back instead of  texting. Ryan talks to him about something that has to
do with the baseball  game, then he asks about the ponytail. He listens to
Rob, then says, "Okay,  Rob, I understand. See you at dinner." Ending the
call, he shakes his head,  "He said no. To quote him, 'You twins get haircuts
when I say so and it'll be  the same day I get one, we're a threesome,'
unquote."


I shrug, it's all the same  to me. Then, as we wait for Jarod, I tell Ryan
about how I know Jarod and  about the fight we had last fall and how we've
become sort of friends since then. He says, "Yeah, I remember you and Rob
talking about that fight. You get in a lot of fight for a sixty pound
weakling, don't ya?" He's grinning so I go, "Why you little..." and we wrestle
around on the deck giggling. The wrestling play clearly brings home to me how
much stronger Ryan's gotten from lifting weights. He easily handles me and I
 can tell he's easing up, not wanting to embarrass me. When he finally
feels  like it, he quickly and easily incapacitates me. I'm basically tied-up in
a  knot in his arms and legs which brings on flashes of that terrible
claustrophobia sensation I get at times, so I mutter, "I give, I give, you
win." He squeezes me one last time with my cock moving in my shorts and then  he
lets me go. He's grinning again, saying, "I don't want to have to spank
you, but wrestling with your dom isn't usually the smartest thing you could
do." He's joking, but I say, "Spanking's okay, if you feel like it before we
do it, you know, like this afternoon." Ryan looks exasperated, saying,
"What's  this? You want to go back to your dog collar days again? You're too
susceptible to anyone dominant, Dylan, I worry about you." I say, "Not to any
dominant person. Just ones I like." Then I tell him about my New York city
trip and how I left before John could parade me around almost naked on the
end  of a leash. I'm trying to show him I know when to quit. He's aghast at
another  aspect of it though, so he goes, "Jesus Christ! Are you shitting
me, you drove  home from New York city without sleeping for twenty-four
hours?" I say, "It  was more like thirty-six hours actually," and he just shakes
his head,  muttering, "Reckless and, um, stupid, Dylan." He squeezes my
shoulder, saying,  "If you had stayed with that asshole overnight though, you
might have found  yourself so submissively deep into it you'd never get out." I
say, "I  appreciate you worrying about me, but I can handle myself. You're
the one who  needs to worry about yourself in that regard. Only someone I
trust can puts a  dog collar on me. Plus, like I said, you look out for me."
He shakes his head  again, muttering, "There will be someone, Dylan, who
isn't looking out for  you. I'm worried you'll run into him one day." I go,
"Don't be dramatic,  please," and then tell him about Willie and how easily I
saved him from that  pervert that was dominating him. I say, "He was deep into
it, but he quickly  came to realize it wasn't what he wanted. It's not a
permanent condition, ya  know." He goes, "Yeah, but what if you didn't stumble
into him on the Wildwood  boardwalk? What would his future look like then?"
Hmmm, and again I think,  'Maybe I better give Willie a call and make sure
he's still  okay'.











Before I can respond to  Ryan's last point, the doorbell rings. Good thing
too because he had me there  with his last observation. That's Willie
though, not me. What would Willie's  future be if I hadn't intervened? I can't be
sure, obviously. We both come in  off the balcony and I answer the door.
Jarod and I bump fists, then I say,  "You guys have met, I believe," and they
bump fist with Ryan muttering, "Hey,  Jarod." then to me, "Okay if I fuck
around on your computer, Dylan?" I go,  "Sure," and he mutters, "Later, Jarod,"
and Ryan disappears in my bedroom. I  tell Jarod, "I'm gonna shampoo your
hair first." He looks at me oddly, then  goes, "You mentioned that, are you
saying my hair's dirty?" I glance at his  hair, "It's a little greasy, you
said so yourself. It cuts better after a  shampoo, that's basically why I do
the shampoo. High-end salons always shampoo  first." He asks, "Can I trust
you?" I go, "Thrust me about what?" "That you'll  keep your hands off my ass
and dick for one thing, no offense intended, but  you're the one who told me
you're gay." I chuckle, "Yeah, you can trust me not  to touch your, um,
private parts, but I've got to touch some of you to do  this... your head, neck,
shoulders, like that." He says, "Touch away there." I  hesitate, "Um, don't
take this the wrong way, Jarod, but I'm the one who's  doing the favor
here. Not the other way around, just so we understand each  other, you know, no
offense intended." He says, "Yeah, I appreciate the free  haircut. I wasn't
implying I'm doing you a favor, it's just that I was a  little nervous you
might think, you know, that I had more than a haircut in  mind, which
couldn't be further from the truth." I shrug, "No problem, we're  good, lets go
into my bathroom." I've already got the bedroom straight-back  chair in the
bathroom facing away from the sink.  In the bathroom, I tell  him, "You need to
take your shirt off, Jarod." He asks, "Why's that?" I say,  "So it doesn't
get wet while I shampoo your hair, and I don't have a barber's  cape." He
looks at me quizzically, so I add, "You don't want hair all over  your shirt,
do you?" He takes a deep breath, then says, "Okay," and unbuttons  his
shirt, takes it off, and hands it to me. I hang it over the towel rack,
muttering, "Have a seat."


Jarod's got a lot of dark  wavy brown hair on his head, parted in the
middle and I'm guessing some of the  hairs are at least  eight inches long. This
could be a lot of fun  depending on what kind of haircut he wants. Tipping
the chair back against the  sink, I ask, "What kind of haircut do you want
after the shampoo?" He says,  "This same style, parted in the middle, but a
lot shorter." I ask, "Like two  inches long on top, or what?" He says, "A
little shorter than that if you  think it'll look okay, maybe an inch or an inch
and a half." I say, "It'll  look good, Jarod." He says, "I don't want to
need another haircut until after  the first of the year, but I've let it go
way too long this time. It's not  cool." To say something positive, I mutter,
"You've got great hair." I run my  fingers through his hair from front to
back, my finger tips sliding against  his scalp. He shudders a little, like he
got the shivers, but doesn't say  anything. His hair smells okay, like dry
hair should, although everyone's hair  doesn't always smell particularly
good to me. Not that it stinks, it's like  body scents, some guys I perceive as
having sexy scents and others just don't  hit me that way. Speaking of
bodies, now that his shirt's off I see Jarod's  torso is fairly average looking
with some dark hair on his chest and a thin  happy trail of hairs going from
below his bellybutton to disappear under the  waistband of his jeans, and I
assume meeting up with his pubic hair. After  thoroughly wetting his hair,
I start massaging in the shampoo and he does what  most guys do, he closes
his eyes and relaxes enjoying someone giving him a  shampoo and massaging his
scalp. Not since he was a very young kid and his  mother shampooed his hair
has he probably had anyone else do it for him.  I sort of expected him to
be tense like some of the posse boys were at  first, but that's not the case.


Without dragging the  shampoo out unnecessarily, I still manage to give his
scalp a really good  massage while moving his hair around in the shampoo
suds. After rinsing his  hair thoroughly using the hose with the spray nozzle,
I vigorously dry his  hair with a towel, then finishing drying it using the
hair dryer while  brushing it. His hair shines now as I comb through it,
telling him, "That's  it, Jarod," and pat his shoulder giving it a little
squeeze. He stands up,  saying, "That was cool, Dylan! You sure know what you're
doing and, heh heh, I  got the shivers, pleasant ones, three or four times.
Hope I'm not changing  sides here, heh heh." I smile, "Wouldn't that be
something? Come on out to the  kitchen for your haircut. Passing Ryan I rub his
head, then pull on his  ponytail. He gives me his sexy grin with his
smallish white teeth and pink  gums showing and I have the urge to stop and get
him to stick his tongue in my  mouth, but of course I don't do it. We walk
through the living room to the  tiled kitchen area where I pull a stool over
from the kitchen bar and pat it.  Jarod sits down and I take out the box with
the haircutting tools and plug in  the clippers, saying, "If you want the
longest hairs on top to be only an inch  and a half long, that means the hairs
around your ears on the sides can be  only a half inch at most, and no
longer or it would look odd." He says, "Hey,  you're the expert, I'm putting
myself in your hands. If you fuck it up it's my  own fault for being too cheap
and lazy to go to the barbers." I mumble,  "You've got a better chance of
getting a fucked-up haircut from them than me,  trust me." He shrugs, "I'm
hoping that's the case."

With a half inch attachment on the  clippers I run them against his head
from the sideburn halfway up the side of  his head and a great deal of dark
hairs fall over my hand to land on his  shoulder and then most of it drifts to
the floor. The majority of people doing  home haircuts use those cheap
friction clippers they buy in drug stores for  twenty bucks. Those clippers
always get tangled up in long hair, but not my  clippers. I bought this Oster
Classic 76 barber clipper online, second hand.  It's a professional barber's
clippers that cuts through the thickest hair with  ease. Good thing too
because Jarod has tons of  long hair on his head. I go all around his head running
 the clippers half way  up leaving half inch hairs behind the clippers
path. The long hairs above hang  down covering the half inch hairs, that's how
long his hair is. Taking the  guide off the clippers I comb up these long
hair and slice them off just above  the half inch hairs. When I do that all
around the sides and back of his head,  the half inch hairs are now visible but
looking out of place with the long  hair above. Actually it's the long
hairs above that are out of place. The rest  of the haircut I do with comb and
scissors, using very sharp professional  barber scissors that  I also brought
second hand online. I comb up the  hair and hold the batch between my index
and middle fingers and then  slice through just above my fingers. Jarod
never says a word as lots and lots  of his hair tumbles down on his shoulders,
back, and lap. It takes ten or  twelve minutes to do the scissor work and
then another five minutes of  blending the different lengths. It ends up being
an inch and a quarter for the  longest hairs on top, mostly because I like
cutting hair short, but it looks  really good and he should be happy with
the result.


Last thing I need to do is use the trimming clippers to closely out  line
around his ears and taper the neckline a little. Then I rub my hands on  his
head dislodging any loose hair clipping. Next I comb a straight part going
down the middle of his head combing the other hair to one side or the other.
 It's already trained to lay this way, so no problem. Passing him the
handheld  mirror, Jarod examines his haircut, then goes, "Wow, what a difference.
I feel  like I've been scalped, but it looks very professional and neat."
He gets up  as I'm wiping hair clippings off his shoulders and he wipes the
hairs off his  lap, saying, "I'm gonna check the back." He goes over to the
wall mirror,  turns his back to it and peers at the reflection in the
handheld  mirror.  "Jesus, this is a really good haircut, Dylan! You weren't bull
shitting about  being good at cutting hair. Thanks, man, this is perfect."
Then he grins at  me, "That shampoo rocked too, dude, maybe I won't wait until
after the first  of the year for another haircut after all. Would that be
alright?" I say,  "Sure, Jarod," as I sweep up a really big pile of his hair.
That was a blast,  I enjoyed doing that haircut. Jarod isn't particularly
sexy to me, so no boner  or anything like that, but I still enjoyed it. He
asks, "Hey, would you give  my roommate a haircut too? He needs a haircut
badly." I go, "Um, I'd rather  invite guys myself... guys I know. I don't do
this for money and I'm afraid  too many guys would want free haircuts. Guys I
don't know." He says, "Yeah, I  see your point. I'll introduce you to him and
you decide, alright?" I nod my  head, "Uh huh, I guess."


Ryan comes in and says to Jarod, "Yo, a new look, bro. Looks good on  you.
I can't wait to get rid of this fucking ponytail." Jarod's brushing hairs
off his lap again, as he mutters, "Why don't you then?" and Ryan says, "Yeah,
 I'm going to. Can I bum a ride back to the campus with you, Jarod?" Jarod
looks at his watch, "Dude, I can't. I'm meeting this chick  at Bertucci's
five minutes ago. Sorry, man." I say, "You might as well just stay here,
Ryan.  You'd be coming back for dinner in an hour or so anyway." Ryan nods his
head  and Jarod bumps fists with me, saying, "Really, Dylan, thanks man,
this is  just what I wanted. See ya around campus, I owe you, Dylan." He goes
out and I  say to Ryan, "That was fun. Did you see the pile of hair I just
dumped in the  trash?" He goes, "Yeah, and I can't wait until I can give you a
haircut. I  like doing that. Hee hee, you're at my mercy sitting still for
me as I cut  your hair any way I want. It's sexy alright, you being at my
mercy and all."  He's a hottie so I walk up to him and rub my nose against his
nose, murmuring,  "You're sexy, Ryan, really sexy." He backs away, "Jeez,
we just fucked twice  an hour ago, Dylan." I mumble, "Actually it wasn't even
an hour, heh heh, but  come on you sexy redhead. How often are we going to
have a chance to do it?"  Basically I wanna see if he still has the hot's
for me because I'm not sure he  wouldn't have kept walking if I hadn't called
him back. On the other hand, if  he was up for it I'd give it another go. I
think it's because Ryan's like a  new experience all over again and, man, no
body does it like him. Reaching out  I run my fingers through his little
pale brown goatee, wishing it was red like  his hair. He says again, "We did
it twice already!" I mutter, "I know, but you  said last Sunday you were
going to fuck me three or four times a day." He  takes another step back,
saying, "Not now!  Anyway, come in your bedroom.  I wanna show you the score I
reached for that computer game. It's the highest  I've ever gotten." I follow
him in my bedroom and he sits on my desk chair  tapping away at the keys. To
be a playful brat, I get my arms around his neck  from behind him and slide
the side of my face against his, feeling the end of  his little mustache
against the side of my upper lip and it gives me sexy  shivers. We're both
looking at my computer screen as he brings up his score,  and I go, "Get the
fuck outta here. You didn't score that high, not by doing  it the right way.
You cheated, I've tried that game ten times and never  cracked ninety
thousand." He says, "My score's right in front of  you."


We screw around on the computer for twenty minutes or so and Ryan never
gets close to matching his first score. Finally he takes a deep breath, then
stands up. "Okay, Dylan, this is boring. You want me to fuck you again, so
if  you can suck my big cock into a boner I'll give you another quick hard
fucking  and that'll be the last one today." I mutter, "That's okay, I was
pretty much  jerking your chain earlier, seeing what you'd say. We did it twice
already,  fer chrissakes." He says, "See, you're too inconsistent! You want
me to turn  on the dominant shit when it pleases you. I can't do that
anymore. I'm out of  practice, which is why you need to be a little submissive to
me after sex. Not  in some dumb extreme way, just enough that I notice it
so I don't need to go  from zero to sixty in a second. Like when I say we're
having sex, you don't  argue about it. Is that too much to ask?" Yeah, it is
actually, but I play the  game and go, "Ooh, you just gave me a boner being
bossy like that," and drop  to my knees to unzip his jeans." He says, "You
can't make fun of it, Dylan, by  goofing around. You gotta take it seriously
or I'll feel like an idiot." What  the fuck, I go, "Okay," and pull down
the zipper knowing I'm going to hate  myself afterward for going along with
him. It's just that Ryan's so  unexpectedly sexy to me because, well, I don't
know why actually. I know it's  slightly insane but I can't seem to help
myself at the moment. It'll probably  wear off when the newness of seeing each
other again wears off.  It's  simple, a week from now neither of us will be
as horny because the novelty of  it won't be there.  Pulling his cock out I
see it's crusted with his own  dried cum and whatever matter may have been
in my colon when he was fucking  me. The thing is I clean myself very well
back there and do it regularly so  there's never a lot of fetal matter in the
lower extremities of my colon. If a  person's constipated you probably
should avoid anal sex with him. I can't ever  remember being constipated so
that's not a concern.


I enjoy sucking cock for reasons unknown, other  than it seem a submissive
sexual act, which I like. Licking and sucking his  cock I'm not noticing any
especially foul tasting matter. It always gives me a  hard on sucking a
cute guy's cock, and with Ryan it's true too. I know from  our history together
Ryan and I are basically cut from the same cloth as far  as our appetite
for having sex with each other. We simply need to agree it's  buddy sex of a
sub/dom nature and when the sex is over so is everything else  except we're
still friends, buddies, like that. There's something about each  other that
gets both of us a little crazy with sexual arousal. I guess  endorphins are
involved in a big way, but other hidden things too. It's really  rare that
two people happen to have almost the perfect combination of  indefinable
attributes that are irresistible to the other sexually, but that's  pretty much
what's up with us. Meeting someone that's your a perfect sexual  match must
be one in a million because so many factors have to click perfectly  for both
parties, so it's rare like I said.  Robby and I are like that to  some
degree, but Ryan and me are too. That's great for hot sex, but it doesn't
necessarily lead to true love like it did for Robby and me. I love sex with  Ryan
whereas I love Robby because he's who he is. I love him as a person and his
sex too, so there's  no beating that combination, but for side sex there's
no beating Ryan. He's  number one as far as side-sex for me goes, but we've
gotta get this submissive  thing after sex resolved. Before it was fine, I
didn't care one way or the  other, but now I'm devoted to Robby and he's the
only one I want bossing me  around.


Ryan roughly forces his cock in my throat again with my nose buried in  his
pubic hairs. When he pulls his cock from my throat it's very hard and
dripping with saliva. I gotta admit his crotch smell makes me dizzy with
desire. I whine quietly feeling I wanna try something else, so I look up,  asking,
"Can I rim you too?" He nods his head, muttering, "Yeah, okay, but  don't
make me cum, I wanna fuck you again now that you got me all horny." I  got
him all horny? It was his idea we do it again so he must have gotten horny  on
his own, unless playing a computer game gets him horny, but why split
hairs? I pull his pants down and walk behind him on my knees to spread  his butt
cheeks. He's a clean guy too, conscientious about cleanliness. He's  had  a
lot of sex this summer with his dominant boyfriend fucking him  plus his
dom's friends as well.  Ryan wouldn't want to piss them off with  an unclean
ass, so it seems now he has the good habit of cleaning himself very  well. He
has some hairs on his ass and around his anus, but not a lot. I lick  them
flat noticing his ass actually smells good, like his overall bodily  scent.
It's not as sexy as his crotch though, and gratefully there's  absolutely no
shit smell at all. I'd be shocked if there was any. Keeping his  butt
cheeks spread, a hand on each one, I lick up his ass crack a few times  with Ryan
squirming and grunting and flexing the muscles in his ass, or maybe  the
muscles are twitching on their on. Then I suck on his asshole until the  lips
of his anus are quivering and loose. My tongue works it's way inside,  then
out, then in again each timer getting a little further in until Ryan  groans
and steps away, stroking his cock. He pushes at the back of my head,
muttering, "Get on your hands and knees this time, boy." Mimicking his dom, I
imagine... whatever.  I drop down on my hands as he's roughly pulling my
pants down off my ass. He mounts me right away making a groaning sound as his
cock head probes inside past my sphincter muscle and plows up my ass faster
then either of the first two times we did it today. He can do it faster
because he's got my rectum opened up and it never had time to settle all the
way back to normal... it's flexible. What can I say. I've got myself a well
seasoned rectum.


With his knees bent, Ryan cups my shoulders with his hands and fuck's  me
fast in rabbit or doggie-style fashion. Right off the bat it takes me by
surprised how good it feels even a third time and I'm soon moaning as I'm
swaying on my hands and knees as he slams into me hard and fast creating  rapid,
slap slap slap, sounds to go with both our moans of arousal. It goes on
for about as long  as our second fuck today, ten minutes of so before he
moans loudly, his head back, pressing his groin against my ass making humping
movements against my buttocks pumping cum into my bowels for the third time
this afternoon. That's the tipping point for me and three short lines of cum
 fly from my cock with me screeching at the incredible sensations all
around my  groin, ass, cock, and balls. An awesome buzzing that has me flopping
around on  the floor under Ryan as he goes back to groaning and thrusting his
cock in and  out of my ass with me prone on the rug getting cum on my
stomach where I just  shot it from my cock. Ryan finally has to lays on top of me
still humping his  hips fucking me. Then he gasps and stops completely. We
lay like this for a  couple of minutes breathing deeply until he lifts off
pulling his now flaccid  cock from my ass. As he slowly does that I'm making
that hissing sound by  sucking air in through closed lips while the almost
eight inches of penis  exits my rectum leaving the lips quivering and gapping
open. My shoulders  shudder one last time as Ryan stand and mumbles, "Get
up, Dylan. We don't know  when Chubby or Rob's might burst in on us." He
grabs my arm and helps me to my  feet. Iin the bathroom we clean up again as
Ryan's muttering, "We're getting out of control again, Dylan. You need to stop
 nagging me for sex!" What the fuck's he talking about. I say, "Ryan, it
was  your idea. I told you I was busting your chops earlier." He says,
"Bullshit,  you nagged me first." Oh balls, that's a good one coming from someone
who  wrote the book on nagging.  I frown, saying, "You want it just as much
as  I do, who the fuck you kidding? It's new for us again after we've been
separated three months. It'll calm down on it's own in a week or two, but
this  last time was your idea, for the record." We never used to argue like
this. He  wipes my ass and the back of my legs with a washcloth, mumbling, "I
hope  you're right about our sexual heat wearing off to some degree, but I
know damn  well we've got bizarre hot's for each other and it's way more than
anything  remotely approaching normalcy. And this last time was both our
ideas!" I  mumble, "It's normal for us, Ryan," and he smacks my ass, "You know
I can't  stand when you whine, Dylan." I mutter, "I wasn't whining, I was
mumbling,"  and he dries my ass, then pulls my pants up, "I'm sorry then, I
shouldn't have  smacked you, but you're not acting appropriately submissive to
me after sex,  and if you don't shape up I'm cutting you off completely
until you learn how  to treat your dom. I mean it!" I frown at that as I'm
wiping my stomach and  cock, but refrain from arguing because it's like going
around in a circle with  him. Then he says, "Um, you've got some cum stains on
the back of your pants.  Guess it drooled out, so you might want to
change." I turn around and give him  a hug, nestling my face where his neck and
shoulder meet, saying, "Lets forget  the arguing and just be friends and fuck
buddies. Keep it simple." He hugs  back, then rubs my back, murmuring, "We'd
fine, baby, if you'd just get your  act together and kiss my ass a little.
I'm not asking for much. Like I've been  telling you, being dominant doesn't
come naturally to me, but I want to do it  for you. Help me out here a
little." I stick with my plan not to continue  this, um, discussion/argument,
whatever the fuck it is.


After the hug, he says,  "Come on, change your pants." I take his hand
muttering, "You're supposed to  hold my hand." He goes, "Oh man! There you go
again, making fun of  everything." but he holds my hand as we walk back into
the bedroom with me  chuckling because he's frustrated. I get some clean
jeans and put them on as  my cell phone rings. It's Chubby, he asks, "Bro, did
you get the case of beer  yet?" I ask, "Where are you?" and he tells me, "In
our parking lot. If we're  going to pick up the beer I won't come up. You
come down." Taking a deep  breath, I tell him, "I haven't heard from knuckle
headed, Harry, yet. I'll  call him and get right back to you." Harry's
laughing when he answers his cell  phone, but I don't know what about. He goes,
"Hi ya doing, Dylan. I got your  beer for you, but I guess I forgot to tell
you." I ask, "What were you  laughing at?" He goes, "Oh, yeah. Heh heh, I
pissed in Scott's can of beer and  you wouldn't believe the face he just made
taking a sip." I go, "Well don't  piss in my beer, I'll be right over." He
mutters, "Dude," and ends the call. I  text Chubby, "Be right down," then tell
Ryan what's up. We both run down the  steps and I notice my rectum is sore,
which isn't all that shocking. Chubby's  parked in a handicapped spot right
next to the back door of our building. I  get in the Jeep's passenger seat,
muttering, "Convenient parking spot, bro,"  and as Ryan gets in the
backseat, Chubby says, "Yeah, there's always a  handicap spot available, I'd be a
fool not to use it." I go, "Uh huh. Harry's  got our thirty pack of Bud so we
need to get that and then we need to hit Stop  & Shop. Get some stuff for
dinner."


At Harry and Scott's dorm room we find the two of them playing a  childish
card game called 'war'. The loser drinks. We roll our eyes, thank  Harry for
the beer, and Chubby carries it to the Jeep. In Stop & Shop Cory  comes
over and we do a routine fist bump and hug. I ask, "Ya coming for dinner
tonight, Cory?" He goes, "Absolutely. By the way, my mom loves my haircut,
Dylan." I mutter, "Good, how 'bout you, do you still like it?" He goes, "Are  you
kidding? It rocks!" I nod my head, muttering, "Glad to hear that, so we'll
see you tonight. Oh, and we just picked up a thirty pack of Bud to
celebrate  our last day before the grind of classes starts tomorrow." He goes, "I
feel  for ya, hitting the books and all that shit, but I'm doing it so why not
you?"  A parting fist bump and I catch up with Chubby and Ryan at the meat
counter.  Chubby says, "We're thinking chicken wings done a couple of ways.
Barbecue,  Buffalo wings, and plain grilled. Whaddaya think?" I go, "It
works for me, but  we always do chicken." He says, "It's cheap and look at this,
the bargain big  packs of wings are ninety-nine cents a pound." We get
three big packs with  Ryan saying, "That's a shit load of wings." Next we buy
the ingredients for  making mac and cheese from scratch. That'll take care of
a starch for dinner,  instead of potatoes, and we buy a bag of frozen French
dinner rolls we'll bake  in the over. Then lastly for the always necessary
vegetable dish, we'll cheat  and make a mixed salad, as usual. Ryan holds up
a box of Brussels sprouts,  asking, "How 'bout these for a change? They're
good." Chubby frowns, then  seriously asks Ryan, "Are you out of your
fucking mind? Put that shit down." I  mumble, "Gag me with a fucking spoon.
Brussels sprouts, my ass."


At the register a bored high school-age girl rings up our items and a
retiree bags them, then he says, "Have a good one." I nod my head, disgusted  at
the part time situation in Stop & Shop this year. In the Jeep, Ryan  asks,
"Can I invite my roommate? I'd like to know what you guy's think of  him."
Chubby says, "Sure, Ryan, invite him," and I go, "Yeah, I'd like to meet
him. He's the tall dude, isn't he?" Ryan nods his head, "Yeah, he is. I'm
trying to decide if I like him or not." Back at the apartment Robby's on the
balcony with one of his teammates from the baseball team. I wonder if it's the
 guy Robby said he, um, reconnected with earlier in the week. He said they
haven't 'done' anything yet, but they probably will. Hmmm, has that status
maybe changed by now? Should be an interesting little dinner party... and
we're gonna need more beer, fer sure.




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


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