Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 15:22:35 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  9

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  9


by  Donny Mumford




After dropping Ryan off at his dorm I'm driving back to the apartment
thinking that I don't need to worry about my willpower anymore. Not where side
sex is concerned anyway. I've got that conquered as I've proven tonight. The
 willpower I've shown in turning down side-sex was pretty damn impressive
even  if I do say so myself. Ryan was basically begging me to let him fuck me
in the  Jeep, and then he nagged for it two or three more times after that,
but no  way, I didn't give in! I turned him down flat, but I wasn't cruel
about it.  And, to show pity on him so he wouldn't feel too bad about being
rejected, I  sucked him off. Obviously that doesn't count as full blown side
sex. Earlier I  also turned him down for sex at the apartment. And I turned
down Danny Monday  too. Danny is Robby's gay friend who's on the baseball
team. I turned him down  cold, twice.  Once when he wanted me to ask Robby to
participate in  a three-way with us two, which I said no to. Then he asked
if just he and I  could have a date something and I basically said no to
that too. Hmmm, that's  about a half dozen times I've turned down side-sex in
one evening. No  willpower, my ass! It did help somewhat that this afternoon
Ryan and I fucked  three times, so I wasn't especially horny. The fact
remains that I don't need  to be horny to get aroused by Ryan. That little guy
has 'something', and I  don't know what it is, but at times he's like the
sexiest guy on the planet to  me. He can sometimes make my dick move by just
looking at him.

What is it about Ryan that's arousing me right now? And I mean right  now
just thinking about him? Maybe I'm thinking about his sexy scent.  That's
funny because I didn't even notice his scent way back when Robby  first
introduced Ryan to me, but now it gets in my head and that squirmy  feeling slides
all over me. I should have had a clue that something was  happening between
Ryan and me when I let him fuck me that time. I'm referring  to the first
time Rob made Ryan and me have lunch together. He wanted us to  get to know
each other better and we sure did that. The lunch was the first  time I was
ever alone with Ryan in my life, and he fucked me. He was dominant  about it
too. That's an attraction right there, fer sure. Even though he's  smaller
than me, Ryan can fuck dominantly like no one else I've ever met, even
Willie. Hmmm, yeah, I need to call Willie. I wanna make sure he didn't back  slide
and reunite with that pig I saved him from in Wildwood. But as fast as
Ryan goes, it's his looks that get to be too. I imagine some misguided gay
guys could think Ryan's goofy looking, but I think he's really cute with his
light red hair, little eyeglasses, pug nose, and his pale, clear complexion.
He's got a good tan now, but when that fades his complexion is very light.
And  now I gotta deal with his sexy goatee and mustache too! Oh my God,
they're so  sexy looking on his youthful face. Pretty eyes too, and his ears
stick out a  little, which is very boyish. I've always liked hugging his little
body and  now it's hotter then ever because of all the weight lifting he's
been doing.  His body's hard and sexier now than it's ever been, and that
penis of his!  Holy shit! And it doesn't hurt that he's infatuated with me.
The way he feels  about me is an ego boost fer sure.


Pulling into our apartments parking lot, I'm like... wait a fucking
minute. Don't tell me there's no parking spots left again. Who the fuck took  the
spot I pulled out of ten minutes ago? A fucking motorbike! I'll be
god-dammed, and it's got twenty chains all over it too. Who'd want to steal  that
piece of shit? I'm so pissed-off a bike is taking a whole parking spot. I
drive down every row and this is ridiculous! There has to be a spot, but there
isn't. Goddammit, this defies the law of averages, or it defies something.
Giving up, I drive to the next lot and find a spot about as far away from
my  apartment building's backdoor as it's possible to be and still be in the
next  parking lot. It'll take me ten minutes to jog back. Hee hee, Chubby's
gonna be  bullshit tomorrow morning. Well, it's more like a two minutes walk
back, but I  feel like knocking the motorbike over, or pissing on the seat,
or maybe  putting something through the spokes so when he goes to ride
it... but nah, I  use my now famous willpower and do none of those childish
things. Instead I  scream out loud, "FUCK!!!" relieving some of my frustration,
then skip up the  back stairs thinking about Robby lying in bed waiting for
me, and now I'm  getting that horny feeling again. Blowing Ryan stoked me
for some sex with my  boyfriend.


In the bedroom, Robby mutters, "That was fast,"and I try figuring out  if
he's serious or being sarcastic. How long was I gone anyway? I mumble,  "Ryan
and me talked things out." He asks, "Everything okay then?" I say,  "Yeah,
we're good, Rob. Um, I'll take my shower now." I step into the  bathroom,
then stick my head back out, and say, "Don't you dare go to sleep."  He
chuckles, then mutters, "Don't worry about that." During my shower I no  longer
get squirmy thinking about Ryan, now I'm squirmy thinking about Robby.  Hmmm,
there's a clue there someplace. A clue as to why I get aroused by  certain
guys until I get aroused by another, and then the first arousal seems
inexplicable. I see movement on the other side of the shower curtain. Robby
mumbles, "Just taking a piss," and I say, "Get in the shower with me, Robby."  He
laughs, "You're incorrigible, baby." Oooh, I like when he calls me that.
Hurrying though my shower, then drying off and brushing my teeth, I walk into
 the bedroom naked, and Robby says, "What a body! Just turn off the light
and  get in bed with me." Flicking off the overhead light, I crawl into bed
and  find that Robby's naked too. He hugs me and says, "Mmmm, I love the feel
of  you, Dylan." I go, "You too, Robby. Um, how's Ryan feel to you now that
he's  got all those muscles?" He says, "Not as good as you, not nearly as
good," and  we kiss with Robby's scent filling my head overriding remnants of
Ryan's sexy  scent. Now I can't imagine anyone smelling as perfectly sexy
as Robby. No one  does now that I think about it. Familiarity has something
to do with that I  assume, but Robby does smell deliciously sexy. His tongue
licks mine as I  slide on top of him feeling as much of his body against
mine as I can. Then  our cocks rub together, "Mmmmm." When Robby moves his
mouth off mine the sides  of our faces come together and Robby murmurs in my
ear, "This is perfect,  Dylan. Sleeping with you is something I look forward to
doing the rest my  life." I go, "How about when I'm real old and wrinkled?"
"We're never getting  old, Dylan, didn't you know that? Forever young,
baby."


That sounds good if a tad overly optimistic, but I like the sound of  it. I
squirm on top of him as we make-out some more. Making-out is awesome and  I
love doing it. My dick does too and it always responds the same way... it
gets as hard as a poker and feels oh so good. I whisper, "I love you so
much,  Robby," and he says, "They are my favorite words from you, Dylan. I love
you  like life itself. All of you. I love your voice, the way your skin
smells,"  and he puts his nose where my neck and shoulder meet and inhales
nosily, then  he goes, "Mmmmm, you smell good, and I love your face and the way
you taste."  He sucks on my lips and tongue; then, taking a deep breath, he
goes,"There  isn't a single thing about you I don't love with a passion." I
murmur, "Me  too, Robby,"and we kiss a deep lover's kiss that makes my heart
swell with  love for Robby and no one else. When we're gasping for air, "I
ask, "Can I  suck your penis, Robby?" He gasps, then sputters, "Yeah, I'd
love that. Oh my  god, you get me so hot. Nobody does that like you." He takes
a couple of deep  breaths as I slide down his body and lay the side of my
head on his crotch  moving his hard cock so it's laying flat on his belly
under my cheek. Nothing  smells as sexy as Robby's crotch. Lifting my head I
lick all around his cock  and balls loving the smooth shaved feel of soft skin,
then up the shaft of his  hard cock. "Mmmm," so hot! Sucking in the fat,
wet head of his boner I tongue  it and slurp on it until a long drool of
precum coats my tongue and Robby  moans, "Oooooh, my god, that feels good," as he
squirms on the mattress. More  slurping and licking draws out more precum
and then Robby's hand pushes my  head away, with him grunting, "Gonna cum."


One last lick up his four inch hard fat boner, then I shimmy up his  body
dragging my boner against him, leaving a trail of precum from his groin  to
his bellybutton. Going up on my knees I reach back, grab his boner, and
guide it to my quivering anus. Sitting on it slightly, "Mmmmm, oooh," as the
lips spread  and my shoulders do their little shudder. Nothing feels as  good
as this. Sitting down a little more forces the head of his cock inside me
with Robby moaning and squirming under me. His hands grip my hips as sizzling
 sensations encircle my asshole and twirl and buzz around my groin. My cock
 tightens up further, it now snug against my belly. Precum drools out of my
 cock as I shudder, then sit down some more. Oh so tightly the fat head of
his  cock presses against my prostate and I go, "Mmmmm, ooooh," and sit down
a  little more. Robby moans, rubbing the palms of his hands on my stomach
and  chest before he takes my cock in his fist and strokes the foreskin up
and down  the shaft with my whole body shuddering. Robby humps his hips and
his groin  smacks my ass, "Smack!" I lean forward and Robby wraps his arms
around me. He  begins fucking me moving his hips and now subtle, "Slap, slap,
slap, slap,"  sounds fill the room as sexy sensations explode in my rectum
and my anus  twitches as it's gripping the shaft of his hard cock. Moans and
grunts from  Robby as he does his thrusts up my ass with my whole body
tingling in sexual  pleasure. "Slap, slap, slap," steadily as I lean my head down
so the sides of  our faces slide together with the movement of Robby's
humping hips. My chest  is tight against his with sweat forming between us and
nothing in the universe  could possibly feel better than this. It's like we're
one organism, a single  organism dedicated to sexual pleasure. Moans of
exquisite sexual pleasure and  steady, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds make-up our
total existence and there's  nothing else but it. "Aaaaaah," from Robby with
a desperate last hump of his  cock up my ass, and holding his groin against
my buttocks his balls pump  sperm-laden cum into my bowels all wet and warm.
Then more cum as Robby shakes  under me holding my body against his with
his arms tightly around my  back.

His body relaxes for a second and then, letting out his held breath, he
starts thrusting his cock in my slippery ass again as cum drools out around
his still hard cock. "Slap, slap, slap," and my body gets stiff as a board
and my orgasm overwhelms my senses. My body trembles with my hips humping  on
their own as spunk flies from my cock and a wave of awesome sensations
spread from my cock and ass outward to the roots of my hair and the tips of my
toes. I'm shaking and shuddering as more cum shoots out my wickedly hard
cock  wetting between our stomachs. "Mmmm, oooh," I moan as another round of
shudders leaves me weak, but invigorated at the same time. Then I'm limp on
Robby and the after affects of climax swirl around my groin causes a limp
shudder and then the exquisite feeling of contentment and joy. What a
sensational thing it is to climax with the person you love. Lover's sex has
something so special about it. A shared, deeply-sexual experience with your
lover is like nothing else known to mankind. We, of all creatures on earth
have the mental capacity to appreciate how truly wonderful and unique a sexual
experience with the one you love is. It's just better than any other sex,
period. Robby murmurs, "That was perfect, Dylan, just perfect. Oooh, God, I
love you! Having sex with you takes my breath away and makes my heart go
pitter patter with happiness." After a deep breath, I murmur, "I love you so
much, Robby. This is going to be a fabulous year in bed with you. I get
confused and jealous when you have sex with anyone else, but then feeling your
 love when we do it together makes all other concerns seem stupid and
unimportant. We're best when it's you and me."

We talked quietly, always touching. Our intimate conversations is only
about us as we lay together, our stomachs sticky with my cum as Robby's cum
drools out of my ass. We're messy, but happy that we're still in bed after
having sex together. What a wonderful feeling to be able to stay together
after sex. We talk about doing it again, but tiredness overtakes both of us
and tomorrow's the first day of classes for our sophomore year so, ya know, we
 fall asleep. I have a dream about not being able to find the lecture hall
for  my first class. I begin to think I'm at the wrong college too. In the
dream I  see Robby, but he goes around a corner and I can't find him. Then I
hear,  "Dylan, it's time to get up. We'll be late." I'm like, "Huh?
Where..." and  open my eyes to see naked Robby standing beside our bed. He takes my
hand and,  grinning at me, pulls me half off the mattress. "Come on," he
says, "We need  to take a quick shower together. We seem to have dried matter
of some sort on  our stomachs." I groan, then chuckle getting out of bed,
muttering, "I'm  naked, don't look," as I cover my private parts with my hands
crossed over my  cock and balls. He laughs, "You nut, come on..." In the
shower we wash quickly  and then hug and kiss under the water flow until we
have hard boners. Robby  turns me around and pushes his wet boner, aided by
slippery precum, up my ass.  It feels so good I moan quietly, "Ooooh, uuuummm,
Robby, it feels good." With  his arms around me he humps his boner in my ass
fast and he's soon grunting  with the effort as water splashes over us and
around us. Oh god, it's awesome  with all the wonderful familiar sensations
sparking in my rectum as my cock  getting harder and harder until it's
sticking straight out quivering and  throbbing with pleasure. It's a fast moving
orgasm this morning, unexpected  sex is sometimes the hottest kind and I'm
squirming with pleasure in Robby's  arms as his cock moves back and forth in
my ass. Such incredible sensations  from the steady thrusting with Robby's
strong arms holding my back against his  chest as his hips drive his boned-up
cock inside me. A loud groan and a  violent thrust from me with my arching
back pushing Robby's back into an  arch as well and then, "Eeeeee," as cum
streams from my cock. Robby's moaning  as he's filling my bowels with creamy
cum, teeming with his sperm  that swim around in my ass until they discover
they're in the wrong place  and give up the egg hunt. It's a dazzling burst
of sexual pleasure during the  brief orgasmic explosion of pleasure and then
the beauty of it all as it  slowly fades away leaving me feeling so
wonderfully good.

A half dozen thrust in my cum filled rectum and then Robby pulls his  cock
out, hugs and kisses me on the cheek. "Oh man," he mutters, "Fucking with
you is an awesome way to start the day." I go, "The best way imaginable,
Robby. We should start every day like this." We're re-washing various parts of
our body as Robby asks, "Won't it get boring doing it every day?" I go, "I
don't believe so, but we can try it for say six months and see." Robby
laughs  and we joke about this as we get dressed and then join Chubby on the
balcony  for coffee and a cigarette. We're all wearing new clothes we recently
bought  because it's a habit to wear new stuff on the first day, a habit
carried over  from eliminatory school, then through middle and high school. Of
course we buy  clothes that don't look new. I tell Chubby where the Jeep is
parked and he  grins, shaking his head because it's a running gag from last
year than I can  never find a good parking spot. I claim it's merely a
coincidence. And while  we joke, we're actually a bit nervous about seeing what
the sophomore year has  in store for us. If you don't have a few butterflies
in your stomach you  aren't taking this serious enough.


We finish our coffees with no one interested in eating anything, but we
agree to meet for lunch at Fuddruckers. Today will be a feeling out process
between the students and professors. Today we'll get an idea of what kind of
professors we have this semester. We've got the books we'll need in our
backpacks, so we go down to the parking lot and bump fists wishing each other
good luck, then split up. Chubby takes the Jeep to his first class which is
on  the other side of the campus from Robby's and my first class. In the
pickup,  Robby asks, "Ready?" I go, "As I'll ever be," and off we go. Ryan,
Robby, and  I have four courses this semester and we'll go to all four today,
but the  classes will be only introductory today and shorter than they'll be
starting  tomorrow. Each of the courses is worth between two and five
credits to go  towards the fifteen we should have each semester. Beginning with a
regular  schedule tomorrow we won't be going to every course every day. The
classes are  between fifty minutes and three hours depending on the course
and frequency of  classes, so keeping track of what's up each day is a chore
until it becomes  routine after a week or two. Some courses meet once a
week and others three  times a week. We've set up our schedule so we have no
courses at all on  Wednesdays. Last year I had no courses on Friday which was
ideal, but it  didn't work out this year. We can expect about two hours
homework most days  with a lot more studying time necessary for midterms and
finals.


So much depends on what the professors are like for our courses. They  can
make it miserable or almost enjoyable and for the most part it's luck of
the draw. Not all luck though because we went to ratemyprofessor.com to see
how past students rated the professors for easiness, clarity, helpfulness and
 how much fun their class was. Also it rates them on how 'hot' or 'not'
they  are. The problem is differences of opinions, but there's the consensus
grade  that's helpful. Most professors act really tough at the outset, like
stating  draconian rules. For instance, half a grade penalty for every day a
paper is  late. Underneath though most professors are mostly softies. Ask
them nicely  while offering a plausible excuse and often you can get a day or
two extension  for an assignment. This we discovered during our freshman year.


Robby and I park at Merrimack and walk to the lecture hall for our  first
class of the year. It's the 'Physics for Poets' course that we elected
because we don't want to take a real science course. Approaching the lecture
hall there's a sort of nervous electricity I detect from the milling students
who jabber at each other in hopes their nervousness doesn't show. After all
we're sophomores, not freshman. I spot Ryan talking to a tall guy I don't
know. He doesn't see me and as I get closer I see the tall kid pat Ryan's
cheek like Ryan's a little kid, then he pushes Ryan's glasses up his nose
with  Ryan standing still letting this happen. The guy says something and Ryan
does  his fast head bob agreeing with whatever the guy just said. The guy
gooses  Ryan and then walks off as Ryan stares after him. Robby stops to talk
to a  teammate, but I continue to Ryan. I've never seen the tall kid before
and his  interaction with Ryan's strikes me as peculiar. I go, "Yo, Ryan,"
and he turns  around and blushes. His head swivels back to where the tall kid
walked off to,  and then back to me real fast. I point in the direction the
tall guy walked,  asking, "Who's that?" He goes, "Oh, um, he's a friend of
my roommate, Marty.  Nice guy named Rex Louis."I go, "He goosed you, what's
up with that?" "He's  just messin' around. He's gay like us." I ask, "How'd
you meet him?" He  shrugs, "Why all the questions, Dylan. Heh, heh, when we
get right down to it,  I'm the dom and you're the sub, right? Some overlaps
from sex is normal, ya  know," and he shrugs again. I mutters, "I just
wondered, don't get all  paranoid on me." He says, "I met him online during the
summer trying to  connect with a few gay students with similar interests to
mine. It's no  biggie." This is a little odd, but Robby interrupts before I
can ask anything  else.


Robby and Ryan do a one arm hug as Robby asks, "Ready to get this show  off
the ground, Ryan?" Ryan says, "I'm a little nervous to be honest about it.
I wanna get off to a good start this year, Rob, and I know you'll help me
do  that." Robby says, "Yeah, well, um, lets go inside and see who or what we
have  for a professor." As we go up the steps, Ryan asks Robby, "Why did we
take  this Physics for Poets course? I forget our reasoning and the course
sounds  weird." Robby pulls on Ryan's ponytail, saying, "It's supposed to be
easy and  it beats a heavy duty science course, wouldn't you say?" Ryan
says, "I'm  following your lead, Rob, you're the boss." Oh brother! Inside
Robby leads us  to near the front of the lecture hall, which is where he likes
to sit. I  prefer sitting as far back as I can get, but I'm not sitting by
myself so I  follow those two. Robby motions for Ryan to sit on the end of the
row, he sits  next to him and I squeeze in past them to sit on Robby's
other side. It's  noisy with a lot of chatter from the large group of students
also wanting to  avoid a real science class. After all, we don't want to be
scientists, we're  business majors. Most of what I learned last year has
slipped out of my brain  so it apparently wasn't all that important and I'm sure
whatever I learn in  this class will be mostly gone after the final. The
important part is getting  a degree and proving you can get one. In specialty
fields the students need to  retain everything their taught I imagine, but
generally speaking mostly a  college business degree demonstrates to
potential employers you're capable of  learning and following through. In this case
all the way to  graduation.


Most of this introductory lecture I spend wondering about that tall kid
Ryan was intently listening to, and then thinking about what I want for lunch.
 This professor's the controversial type that free-thinking college
environments seem to breed in great numbers. He tells us he'll often be  leaving
the pure academic material for more 'gasp-inducing' material, whatever  the
fuck that means. The professor laughs, and says, "The closed-minded of you
will undoubtedly go running to the dean's office complaining. Don't bother
though because I've been doing this for twenty years now." He goes on, but I
stop listening. He's the type of eccentric professor who chooses to dress
outside the lines. Hideously mismatched sweaters, black-rimmed glasses,
jeans  from his Woodstock years, and any clothing made of hemp. It's funny
actually.  This middle aged man has an impish grin every time he says something
inappropriate. This course is gonna be a breeze so I don't need to pay
attention anymore  to the introduction, I get it already, professor...  you're
very pleased with yourself.


We have forty-five minutes before our next class so we go to the quad  for
coffees. Chubby's there with his bud, John Beverly. They've just come from
their first class. Everybody says, "Wassup?" and Chubby says, "We've got a
real character for a professor." John says, "Understatement alert! This
professor is more than a character, he's totally off the fucking hook. His
clothes are disheveled, he's got bloodshot eyes, with an unshaven mad look
like he'd like to reach out and strangle somebody. Jesus!" Chubby says, "We're
gonna get a transfer if we can. That professor is apparently pissed off at
somebody or something and it's like he's gonna give some payback to his
students. Fuck him." John says, "Oh yeah, there ain't gonna be any banter or
back talking to this dude," then John laughs, and adds, "Even Jeff kept his
mouth shut." Chubby goes, "I'm not crazy, dude. That professor's got a hair
up  his ass about something." We describe our professor and those two
exchange  looks and John mumbles, "Sounds like what we're looking for, Jeff."
Chubby  asks me, "What the hell is physics for poets anyway?" I shrug and Robby
says,  "It's a way of looking at the universe and the world around us with
minimal  math, or something like that." Chubby's like, "That doesn't pin it
down all  that much, but it sounds vague enough that it's something I'd
consider. Lots  of room for nonsense discussion and off the wall speculation in
papers and  exams, and I'm pretty good at that." John goes, "Ya think?"

Chubby and John start hitting on a couple of chicks at the next table  so I
say to Ryan and Robby, "Let's grab a cigarette outside before next  class."
We dump our paper cups in the trash barrel next to us, grab our  backpacks,
and head outside. The weather's a little cool, but today's a good  example
of October's bright blue weather. When we all have a smoke going, Ryan  asks
Robby, "Can you give me a haircut this afternoon, Rob? This ponytail is
driving me crazy?" Robby grins and pulls on Ryan's ponytail, saying, "Dylan
says you look cute with this thing," and Ryan grins back at Robby, asking,
"What do you think, Rob?" I roll my eyes as they banter back and forth
because  Ryan's pulling the same brown-nosing shit he did at the beginning of last
 Spring's threesome. It's deja vu all over again. Robby's susceptible  to
it too. I go, "Don't start brown nosing with my boyfriend again, Ryan.
That's so not cool." Robby takes an exasperated breath, muttering, "If you two
are gonna be bickering all the time, fuck the threesome." Ryan shrugs,
"Actually, it's Dylan who has a problem. I'm very happy being in the  threesome."
Robby looks at me, and I guess I'm jealous, saying, "He  brown-noses, what
can I tell ya. We don't really need a formal threesome ya  know. We've done
that already and it was fine for what it was, but that was  then and this is
now." Ryan says, "You're just jealous because Rob's not  giving you his
undivided attention all the time, Dylan. He's spoiled you and  you've come to
take it for granted." Robby's making a face, looking away  slowly shaking his
head. Surprised I'm acting like this because I don't want  to screw-up
Ryan's and my sex together, but still I say to Ryan, poking my  finger in his
chest, "Yeah, Rob spoils me, not you, so you do a lot of  brown-nosing to get
his attention." Ryan's uncharacteristically pissed-off as  his face gets red
as he says, "You're extremely cool, Dylan, but if you poke  me with that
finger again I'm going to break it off and stick it up your ass."  Now Robby's
off. He waves his hand at us and mutters, "Fuck this. You two have  a fight
or do whatever you're going to do. I'm walking over to the next  lecture
hall or room, or whatever the fuck it is."

He walks away and Ryan asks, "Happy now, Dylan?" I just stare at him,  then
ask, "Are you by any chance on a medication of some kind? What the fuck's
with this multiple personality shit you're showing?" he says, "Okay, I'm
being  irrational, but you make me crazy and I say stupid stuff sometimes. I'm
sorry,  I apologize." I go, "Well, the words were right, but not the tone of
voice."  He looks down, "Dammit, Dylan, I'm sincerely sorry. I had a
horrible summer  and they scrambled my brain. I'm trying to adapt to regular life
again, but I  take turns being jealous of first you and then Rob. You two
don't even know  how special it is to have what you two have with each other.
I've never come  close to a relationship like the one you guys have." I
stupidly keep up the  defensive posture, "Well, whatever the fuck, don't suck up
to my boyfriend,  that's all I'm saying." Ryan steps on his cigarette butt,
and mumbles,  "Anyway, maybe I've got something started with Rex. Maybe I
won't need to  annoy you any longer. He likes me." Oops, how did this
argument start anyway?  I say, "Um, ah, I like you too, Ryan, a lot. I'm not trying
to get rid of you.  Are you kidding? You know how hot I am for your sexy
self." Now he's  defensive, saying, "Not last night you weren't. What's up
with that, huh? I'm  the dom, you don't say no to your dom!" How did this
escalate so quickly. I  bite my bottom lip, then do a fake cough and say, "Lets
not fight, okay? Come  on, lets get going or will be late for class." Hmmm,
he's got a date with the  tall kid, Rex. Huh! I didn't see that coming.
Trying to make-up, I squeeze the  back of Ryan's neck, and nicely say again,
"Lets not fight, Ryan. We've got  something special going on together, sexually
speaking I mean. And we really  like each other too. We're tense the first
day of classes, that's all." He  says, "You are a huge sexual turn-on for me,
no doubt about that. I admit  that, but then you say 'no' to me like I can
turn on and off my desire for you  like shutting off the lights. You think
you're, um, special I guess, and it's  like you're throwing me a crumb once
in a while." I say, "That's such  bullshit. You fucked me three times
yesterday. I'd say that's more than a  crumb." He goes, "Yeah, and I loved it, but
I managed to go without you all  summer and survived. Anyway, being the
dominant sex partner only really works  when I'm actually the dominant one, but
it's been plain to me for quite  sometime that nobody dominates you unless
you want them to and that doesn't  work for me. I thought it might be
different this time, but it's the same as  it was last spring. I knew I wasn't good
enough for you, but I fooled myself  into believing you were different." I
shake my head, "You don't know me at all  if you think that about me. I've
never thought I was more special than  you."


As we're approaching our next class location, I add, "It's impossible  to
recreate what we had last year, which is what you seem to want. That was
then, but don't cut off your nose to spike your face now, Ryan. We're good
together in bed and you know it." He says, "It's awesome, but my first love
for sex is the same as yours, being the submissive partner. And I don't mean
to shit heads like I ran into last summer, but to guys that are dominant
like  I am to you. Considerate, but stern. That's what I'm looking for. So far,
 Rob's been good, but he's not a natural Dom, and I think Rex is. At least
that's what he tells me. I'd rather have that, if it works out like I hope
it  will, rather than you being partially submissive to me when you feel
like it.  That makes it all role playing. There needs to be sincerity to your
submissiveness."This isn't gonna work. I say, "You're a little bit nuts, ya
know that?" But I said that while smiling, not in a mean way. Pushing his
glasses up his little nose, Ryan shrugs, saying, "Be that as it may, are you
 willing to be submissive to me in a sincere manner?" I ask, "Well, what do
you  mean by that?" He goes, "Like when we met today and you were giving me
the  third degree about Rex. You're the sub, you don't question me, I
question you.  What I do when I'm not with you is none of your business. You
place is to  please your dom, in this case me, or it isn't a sub/dom
relationship. It's  phony." I frown at him, "Get real, Ryan, we're friends, fer
chrissakes." He  says, "And we'll still be friends even if you won't be my sub." I
say, "What  the hell's that mean?" He goes, "Pretending to have a sub/dom
relationship  with you just frustrates me sexually. I don't wanna do it. It's
like you're a  big tease and that's too stressful for me right now in my
life, especially  after all I've been through last summer. Still, even after
saying that I'll  give you a chance to reconsider.  If you'll in all
seriousness commit to  being a for real submissive to me I promise not to overdo it.
It'll be good  for both of us. Balance me out for once and bring you down a
peg or two which  you need. Okay?" Taking a deep breath, I go, "No, it's not
okay. I don't like  the way you're acting and I don't agree with what
you're saying." He mutters,  "Okay, fuck you then." Well, we managed to fuck that
up royally. I never  thought he'd be that firm. I can't and I won't give in
and kiss his little  ass.


We find Robby talking to a girl. He's blushing and my face is red too
because Ryan really pissed me off, and I think he just dumped me. If so, I'm
really gonna miss the sex we had together. How did this happen so fast? Was he
 thinking about this all last summer? Robby looks over and sees us. He
looks  relieved, "Oh, Dylan, Ryan, this is Beth Timberlake. We went to high
school  with her, remember, Dylan?" I go, "Hi, Beth, you going to Merrimack?" I
don't  even vaguely remember her. She says, "Hi, cutie. Are you going with
anybody?  Rob says he is, so how 'bout you?" I glance at Robby who gives me a
slight no'  shake of his head, meaning I assume I'm not to tell her we're
boyfriends. I  say, "Yeah, Beth, I'm going with same person for three years
now." She smiles,  glances at Ryan, then dismisses that idea, and says,
"Actually I'm going to  community college, not Merrimack so you guys and me would
be geographically  undesirable anyway. I'm just up for the day visiting my
cousin." Robby says,  "Beth is John Beverly's cousin. I don't know where
John got to. He was here a  minute ago." Awkward. I go, "Oh," and she says,
"I'm teasing you guys about  trying to pick you up. I've got a boyfriend, but I
like to flirt. I could do a  lot fucking worse than either of you two,
that's for sure." Why do girls drop  the F-bomb so much, and what the fuck is
she babbling about anyway? I'm not in  a good mood. She says, "Oh, there's
Johnny now. Nice seeing you guys again and  good luck on the baseball team this
year, Rob. See ya, Dylan." Then, patting  Ryan's shoulder, "You too, dude,"
and she skips over to where John's talking  with some guys. Robby says,
"That was not fun. Let's go inside, guys, so we  can sit up front." Ryan
doesn't look at me, but gets ahead of me so he can  walk beside Robby, then he
looks back at me and smirks. I'm gonna kick his  ass. That's if I still can.


This is our Ethics and Professions course. Half the size of the first  one.
I'm stewing about Ryan dumping me so easily... I can't fucking believe  it.
Looking over at him, he glances at me without expression, then looks back
at the professor, who's saying, "Make sure your papers have a direction and
that each point furthers your point of view. I have a lot of students and
require a lot of papers so I can only spend six minutes on each one. If
you're  rambling on without making a point by the six minute mark your grade
will be  very low." I check out again wondering if I should apologize to Ryan
and agree  to his terms. I mean our sex is so special together. Jesus, did I
fuck this  up, or what. On the other hand it seemed like Ryan was waiting
for an opening  to get me to commit to being submissive to him in more ways
than just sex.  Huh, he's right about one thing, those asshole's last summer
scrambled his  brains. Glancing up at the professor I hear, "And another
thing, don't have a  grandma die around midterms, paper due dates, or finals.
That doesn't fly with  me." Oh, fuck you! The class only lasts a half hour,
but he gives us an  assignment the first fucking day. Well, we won't meet with
him again until  Monday so there's the weekend to get it done.


Outside we're not talking until Robby asks Ryan and me, "Is something
wrong?" Ryan makes a face, like... 'what could be wrong'? Then says, "Whaddaya
mean, Rob? Except for getting homework in that stupid introductory class,
nothing's wrong as far as I'm concerned." Robby says, "Okay, good. This
afternoon lets do our first weight lifting. I'm looking forward to that. Good
idea by you, Ryan." Ryan asks, "How about a haircut for me, Rob, please."
Robby pulls on Ryan's ponytail again, saying, "I kinda of like this thing,
Rye." Rye? What the fuck? We're walking towards the Jeep. It's only eleven
o'clock so too early for lunch. I ask, "What are we doing now, Rob?" He says,
"We'll lift weights and after the afternoon classes I'm gonna give your
twin a  haircut," and he hugs Ryan's shoulder, adding, "I forgot what a nagger
this  kid can be. I gotta keep my troops happy." Oh brother! Yeah, but I'm
actually  looking forward to the weight lifting.


Ryan is very chatty during the ride to the apartment and he includes me  in
the chattiness. He's acting like nothing  happened between us. Well
nothing did happen I guess, just that he may have dumped me. If he did I don't
know whether to tell Robby about it or not because he's having fun being the
boss of us as a threesome and I don't want to ruin his fun by being petty.
It's obvious, no matter what he says, that he likes the concept of him
having  'twin boyfriends', and he really likes that phrase too. I coined that
phrase,  sarcastically, at the beginning of last spring, but by now it's become
a  common reference for Ryan and me. Robby probably thinks he came up with
that  by now. Could it be Ryan's just going to chalk our argument up to
letting off  steam and we'll go on like nothing happened. It seems that way. He
gooses my  ass when we're getting out of the pickup back at the apartment. I
look at him  and he grins at me, then squeezes the back of my neck,
murmuring, "You are so  fucking cute." I guess I forgive him, so I goofily nod my
head real fast the  way he does it, and say, "So are you, Ryan." Hearing that
he makes a face,  mumbling, "Hardly, Dylan, get serious." Going up the
steps Robby says, "You've  had the experience with weights, Ryan, so you'll be
in charge of the weight  lifting." I go, "You've lifted in connection with
baseball, Rob." He says,  "Yeah, but I want to see what those asshole's had
Ryan doing with the weights  last summer. Maybe I can learn something."


In the apartment Ryan says, "Lets take our shirts off so we don't get  them
sweaty." We all pull our shirts off and Robby and I look to Ryan, who
says, "Dylan, you get the weight out while Rob and I begin filling out the
chart he made-up when we bought the weights." I lug the weighs into the living
room where Ryan and Robby are sitting next to each other on the sofa writing
 on Robby's weight lifting chart. Ryan looks up, and says, "Out on the
deck,  Dylan. Oh, and set the big bar up with only fifty pounds to start. That
what  I'm starting you on." I say, "I can lift more than that," and Ryan
looks at  Rob, saying, "Rob, would you.." Robby says, "Just do what he says,
okay,  Dylan? You're supposed to start low and build up to heavier weights. It
says  right here starting out with too much weight is the worse thing you
can do."  Humph! I hump the weights out on the balcony muttering under my
breath, "I  suppose we'll be lifting out here when it's snowing too." Then I
look at the  beautiful blue sky and realize it's close to seventy degrees. It
warmed up a  lot from earlier this morning. Robby and Ryan come out chuckling
about  something, then Ryan says, "We're starting with exercises first.
It'll loosen  our muscles and tendons." We do jumping jacks together, all three
of us. Then  running in place fast for thirty seconds intervals, rest a
minute then do it  again. I have to wonder if he knows what he's doing, but I
do what they do.  Ryan says, "This gets the heart pumping." We repeat the
running in place for  about five minutes and my heart is pumping now. I don't
get enough exercise,  so this can't hurt.


Done with the exercises, we take a break. "Shake it out," Ryan says,  and
shakes his arms and then his legs. I feel stupid doing it, but Robby does  it
so I do it too. Done with that, Ryan says to me, "I'm going to demonstrate
the way I want you to do it, Dylan. Watch closely," and he lifts the bar to
 his chest, saying, "Lift it to your chest, don't jerk it up, and then lift
it  steadily above your head with full arms extended, like this." He lifts
the  fifty pounds without any effort at all and then, looking at me, he
smoothly  lifts it ten times. Not out of breath at all, he puts the weights on
the  floor, saying, "Now you do it." I lift the weight to my chest and Ryan
says,  "No, put it down." He comes over to me and moves my legs wider apart,
and with  his hand on my shoulder looking me in the eyes, he spreads my
hands on the  bar, "No wider than this, Dylan. Okay? Now try it again and do it
correctly."


I thought I did it perfectly, but Ryan makes two more adjustments while
offering words of encouragement and adding, "If I can get you in the habit of
doing it the right way you'll progress faster." I try doing it exactly like
he  showed me and he finally mumbles, "Okay, that'll have to do I guess.
Finish up  with the ten repetitions now." I can do seven, but start straining.
Ryan says,  "Don't strain at this point, Dylan. You'll be very sore
tomorrow. Put it  down." He looks at Robby, and says, "Just seven reps for him at
fifty pounds."  I think Robby's holding back a grin as he records what I did
on the chart.  Ryan tells me, "Put seventy-five pounds on the bar. That's
what Rob and I will  start off with until our muscles get used to the lifting
and repetitions.  We'll go up to the hundred pound level by maybe week two."
Then, he says, "Now  you, boss." Robby positions his feet and then his
hands on the bar. He lifts  it to his chest and Ryan mutters, "Perfect." Robby
has no problem doing the  ten repetitions showing really nice muscle
definition as he lifts. His muscle  seems to tighten-up with each lift of the
weights, and after ten repetitions  he sets the bar down easily, smiles at Ryan,
and takes a deep breath,  mumbling, "Feels good." . Ryan nods his head, and
tells him, "Give yourself  ten reps at seventy-five, Rob," and the way he
said that makes my dick moves  in my pants. Ryan's so comfortable bossing us
around with this weight lifting  program. I stare at him as he easily lifts
the weights and does ten smooth  repetitions even easier than Robby. His
muscles bulge sexily as I stare at him  feeling squirmy all over my body. As he's
putting the weights down he winks at  me, grinning. I adjust my junk as
Ryan  moves on to curl lifting, showing  me how to do that. We take turns
lifting weights for forty-five minutes with  both Robby's and Ryan's body looking
so sexy and hot. Oh man! Finally Robby  asks, "How much more are we going
to do today, Ryan?" Ryan shrugs, "Yeah, we  should keep it short in the early
going. This has been a good first day so  we'll stop now while we're
ahead." He looks at me, motioning to the weights,  saying "Dylan, put the weights
away." Robby says, "Let get bottles of water,  that's a really nice workout,
Ryan."


Robby and Ryan lean against the kitchen bar drinking water and  discussing
their experiences lifting in the past. I know Robby lifted weights  as part
of his baseball practice so I wasn't surprised he lifted easily, but  I'm
surprised Ryan's able to do it so effortlessly. He obviously did a lot of  it
during the summer. Both their bodies looked hot when they were lifting.
Hell, they look hot now that they're just standing there. Why I have  to do the
gofer work getting the weights out and putting then away under  our bed
hasn't been explained. Ryan just told me to do it so I  did because I didn't
want to complain. We've already had the earlier  disagreement and, you know, I
guess I'm hoping Ryan just forgets about that.  Complaining about me being
the gofer might make it worse between us. When the  weights are all under
our bed, Robby hands me a bottle of water as Ryan says,  "We're going to take
turns getting the weights out and putting them away.  Saturday it'll be my
turn. You guys okay with that?" Robby says, "You're in  charge of our weight
lifting program, Ryan, so whatever you say, dude," and he  squeezes Ryan
shoulder. I sneak a glance at Ryan and he gives me a smile, then  says, "You
did good for a first timer, Dylan. Better than I did my first time  I'll tell
you that." I mumble, "Thanks, Ryan," and look at him again. He shows  me a
friendly facial expression and then rub my head, adding, "You'll probably  be
lifting at Rob and my level within a month."Blushing a little and feeling
like a little kid, I mumble, "I don't know, but I hope so, Ryan." Robby
says,  "Lets wash up now and then meet Chubby at Fuddruckers."


We crowd around the bathroom sink washing up using washcloths and  getting
each others backs. We were all sweating, not just me. Sharing the same
towel we dry off and get our shirts back on. As we're going down the stairs
Ryan quietly asks me, "Friends again?" I say, "Sure, Ryan," not knowing
exactly what he means by that, but hoping it means we're forgetting about  earlier
today, and everything is back to the way it was between us." At
Fuddruckers we find Chubby and John Beverly already at a table eating. When  we've got
our food we join them. Chubby asks, "Where have you guys been?" Ryan  bites
into his cheeseburger and talks with his mouth full, "Lifting weights.  You
should join us, Jeff." Chubby mutters, "No thanks, that's a little too
close to, umm, work. It sounds like work to me." I say, "It felt real good to
me," and Chubby asks, "How much did you lift?" I say, I'm starting with
fifty  pounds, but that's what the book says. You know, start with a weight you
can  easily handle." Chubby goes, "Fifty pounds? Fuck that , bro. Jeez, I'd
wanna  get paid for lifting fifty pounds." John tells us in his junior year
of high  school he lifted for awhile but got bored doing it alone so he
quit. Chubby  asks, "Anybody know who invented scissors?" Ryan chuckles,
mumbling, "I love  your factoids, Jeff." I guess brown-nosing comes naturally to
Ryan, he'll  brown-nose anybody. I go, "Okay, who invented scissors?" Chubby
goes,  "Leonardo da Vinci, of course. And did you know it took him ten years
to paint  Mona Lisa's lips?" Robby mutters, "Bullshit alert." Chubby laughs,
"Check it  out, dude. Do you misinformed people have any idea of what two
words in the  English language that can't be rhymed." John slurps on his
milkshake, then  says, "One of them is the word 'orange'." Chubby looks
surprised, "How'd you  know that, Beverly?" John shrugs, "Everybody knows that and I
just remembered  the other word... it's 'silver'. I can see Robby trying to
think of a word  that rhymes with either of those words. I know it's
useless because Chubby's  never been proven wrong about his factoids.


After lunch we're back on campus for our two afternoon classes. One of  our
professors in the afternoon is a PhD in something. We name him 'the sage'
because he stood in front of seventy-five students and spouted out
multi-layered saying's with the most serene and enlightened facial expressions
imaginable. Not that we understood a word of it. His doctorate program
obviously consisted of him sitting around for several years formulating deep  and
utterly confounding theories and phrases that only he understands.  Students
do not question in the sage's class; they merely bask in the sage's  glory.
After class Ryan asks, "What was that all about?" I shrug as Robby  mutters,
"Fuck if I know." Our last professor was lifeless so we nicknamed him  the
flat liner. His gray pallor, lifeless eyes,and sloth like movements  suggests
that the anatomy department accidentally left one of their cadavers  at the
front of the lecture hall. Oh my God, staying awake was a challenge.  Then
we discover he's only doing the introductory class. We'll meet our real
professor tomorrow.


"It would have been a long semester if the flat liner was our regular
professor guys," Robby tells us. Then he pulls on Ryan's ponytail, saying,
"Lets get rid of this now." As we're getting in the Jeep I quietly ask Ryan,
"Are we getting together later, Ryan?" He looks surprised, then says, "We need
 to talk some more, but not now." I go, "Yeah, okay," and sit close to him
hoping he holds my hand like he used to do in the back of the truck when he
 was working on the grass cutting crew at the beginning of the summer. He
doesn't though.


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


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