DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 43
by Donny Mumford
Robby's washing cum out of my newly barbered hair; barbered by Robby, and for once he did a pretty good job of it too. During our awesome sex this afternoon Robby shot off a small second climax while my face was in his crotch and my lips and tongue were busy at his asshole rimming him. At the time I was on my knees facing him with my neck stretched to the max, my nose next to his nuts and his boner pressed against my forehead, pointing up. When he spunked it went straight up and then straight down to land on the top of my quarter-inch long hair. Right now I'm holding my head over the bathroom sink as Robby shampoos what's left of my hair. He's saying, "That first fuck is one of the best fucks we've ever had together, maybe our best ever. For maybe a year and a half now I've resisted your suggestion that I be more dominant when having sex, so it's ironic that making Ryan my second boyfriend would be the step that led me to finally following your advice.
Ryan loves me dominating his ass, and now obviously you do too. It's so cool! Man, it makes me feel so special seeing my two boyfriends being so submissive to me, I really get into the spanking too. Spanking both your asses, and crunching your nuts; funny hearing you guys scream out... heh heh. I shoulda taken your word for it sooner, but it's always been hard for me to be real dominant with you because for most of our history together I've been more or less overwhelmed that you're my boyfriend. Ya know, because you're so sexy and cute. That's basically the reason why, when I've tried being dominant with you, it didn't have much punch to it, before this time, I mean." Now, as he talks, Robby's filling cups with water and pouring the water over my head rinsing out the shampoo. I still have the shivers from that fuck he's talking about, and the encore fuck when his cum landed on my head. And I'm still totally, totally hot for Robby. He's continues talking, "Dominating Ryan was a new sexual rush for me, and I got very enamored with him partly because of that. Hell, he's in love with me and I think I am with him in some way too. I don't mean 'in love' like you and me, Dylan, because ours is true love, the way lovers love. But I kinda love Ryan too in a different way, and he absolutely adores me. It's given me a confidence I didn't have before and that confidence has overlapped to the sex you and me will have together as well, so you benefit too." Robby pulled his pants up after fucking me the second time, but he didn't tell me to pull mine up, so I don't know if I should or not; consequently, as of now, they're still around my knees with my dick dangling between my legs, leaning my head over the sink. I can feel Robby's stubby cock on my buttocks through his thin sweatpants as he moves during my shampoo and rinse. When he's rinsed all the shampoo out he gives my ass a hard slap, saying, "You're good to go," then, "You can pull your pants up now. Thanks for waiting until I tell ya. Heh heh, one night I let Ryan walk around, even eat dinner, with his pants down. He knows to wait for my okay, it's just part of the stupid game, but he likes it."
As I back away from the sink, rubbing my smacked ass, I'm thinking how it's kinda shocking to me that something as unexpected as watching Robby dominantly fuck another boy could turn me on so much; turn me on to Robby, I mean. He just seems so much hotter and sexier than I've ever felt about him before, and I was in true love with him before this change in him even happened. I don't know how to explain it, maybe Robby's other boyfriend, Ryan, can explain it, as we both feel the same way about Robby apparently. Robby's definitely in charge of our asses, fer sure. It's such a monumental surprise to me, this whole change is hard to get a handle on, I never expected it. Robby's just as sweet as he ever was, but there's another level to him now. Drying my hair with a hand towel, I say, "Well Robby, I always knew you had it in you to be a dominant sex partner 'cause your a dominant leader on the baseball diamond, so why not with your boyfriend." Robby goes, "That's plural now, Dylan. It's boyfriends, you and Ryan. I'm dominating both your asses from here on out, but you certainly helped me get to this point. Maybe I'll even reconsider your request for a three-way with me and Ryan. I've hesitated on that, and it's not that I want to shut you out exactly, it's not that. It's just that Ryan and I are like clockwork with our sex now and I'd hate to screw up the works. It started slow enough between him and me. I just let him blow me at first, but almost right from the beginning he began begging me to fuck him too. He's always been totally submissive to me and his previous two dominant sex partners, but that was something new in a boyfriend for me. Ryan's submissive posture made me feel special, like I said, and one thing led to another and now the two of us are in love." Robby's running the palm of his hand over my new haircut admiring his work. I'm wondering how he can blatantly come right out and say that stuff about him loving Ryan? I gulp trying to speak, with jealously raging in me, but I manage to keep that to myself, mostly. I do mumble, "That kinda makes me jealous, Robby." He hugs my shoulders saying, "No, I didn't mean it like that. You and me are still as tight as ever, it's always hot with you and me. Really!" I shrug mumbling, "I always thought so and I hope you really mean it." He hugs me again, then says, "Come on, let's fix our dinner." I was hoping he'd reassure me more than just that! Why aren't I more pissed off? I should be. Hmmm? Maybe 'cause Ryan doesn't seem like much competition and maybe because I'm thinking that Robby's basically having a temper tantrum.Or, maybe he sincerely believes he can replicate what he interprets as dominance and he thinks being mean is how you do that. He's wrong of course; you don't need to be mean-spirited to be dominant although I suppose some are because some people basically have a mean nature. If that's Robby, he's done a helluva job hiding it for three years now. It might be as simple as Robby not knowing what the fuck he's doing. Ya know, when someone's faking something, being someone they're not, they overdo it, 'cause like I said, it doesn't come naturally to them and they go overboard faking it. Still, it was kinda hot... hee hee. Am I feeing sorry for Robby? Is that what I'm thinking? That he's making a fool out of himself? Hmmm, I love him and I should be as understanding as I can be. I mean, as I've said to Willie, "ya don't love somebody and then all of a sudden you don't". Especially if you think they're going through a phase even if it's an unpleasant one. Okay, I'll play along for a while, playing it straight, and see how far Robby takes this. I don't abandon a friend, and certainly not one I'm in love with, without giving it time to see where a bad time goes. Robby gave me the time to see the light where Willie's concerned, and I saw the light eventually, why don't I do the same. I just might squash that little turd Ryan though, squash him like a bug. Let me take the high road even though Robby obviously isn't.
After that sex I should be hungry, but I'm not. I ask, "Can we go to Burger King?" realizing I'm asking, not telling him that's what I want to do. I'm acting the way I do with Willie, but if it's good enough for Willie, why not Robby? Robby acts like Willie too, or he's working at it anyway because he says, "No, we'll eat in tonight. Check the refrigerator, see what we got." I know he doesn't realize he just did an "in-charge" thing there by telling me what we're going to do. I gulp again, trying to get used to this new reality, while at the same time loving it some too. I always claimed I wanted Robby to be a dominant boyfriend, let's see how he does it. Again I tell myself to give it time. The thing is though, this is different because Willie's always been a temporary 'date' thing, not an everyday thing like Robby is. I mutter, "Okay," and go over to see what we have in the refrigerator. "Cold cuts, and a pound of hamburg, Robby. That's all I see for a dinner-type meal." He's washing my cum off the sliding glass doors with Windex and paper towels. Willie would have told me to do that, so there's a difference in Robby's concept of dominance. Of course, he's just getting started trying to be dominant to me so maybe next time I'll be washing the sliding glass doors... riiiiight. Robby looks back at me, "Let's do cheeseburgers. There's frozen french fries in the freezer we can fry up." I again say, "Okay," and get the hamburg out to start our dinner. Robby rarely tries cooking anything no matter if he's acting his normal sweet self or this bogus imitation of dominance. He always cleans up after dinner though, so let's see if he does that tonight. Done with the cum cleaning, he comes over to sit at the kitchen bar and watch me make two quarter-pounders. He says, "Chubby will be here about seven fifteen. Shouldn't we wait for him?" I forgot all about Chubby, and I never forget about Chubby! Robby's new demeanor really has all my attention, but maybe it should. I go, "Oh yeah, of course," and set out to make a third quarter-pounder. But with a more than quarter-pound of hamburger left, I change the patties to three third-of-a-pounders. Checking my watch I see it's quarter to seven so I ask Robby, "You want to mess around some more?" and he laughs, then asks, "Really?" He's dropped his act it seems, but surely that's not his entire attempt; he's got to carry through more than that I would think. Anyway, I'm embarrassed to be so needy, but I can't help myself, so I mumble, "We can lay together on our bed and make-out a little?" He goes, "Sure! Lets do it." I grin, saying, "Well okay." I'll be damned if he doesn't put his arm around my neck like you-know-who did in Key West, and then he whispers in my ear, "You can suck my cock again too, if you want to." Then he adds, "It's so funny how you and Ryan are the same like that. I mean, you asking me to mess around some more after I've fucked you twice. Yeah, that's just the kind of thing Ryan would ask me to do too." Damn! That's not what I want to hear! Is he gonna bring Ryan's name up every two fuckin' minutes? I don't want to do everything like Ryan, the sneaky weasel. As we walk towards the bedroom, Robby says, "As a matter of fact, he likes sucking my cock more than you do, although I'm just guessing about that. How much do you like sucking me off?" Well, maybe he's going to bring Ryan's name up every minute, not every two minutes. Or maybe he's fishing for compliments, but that's nothing new, he's always done that. "That's a silly question, Robby, if you think about it, but my guess is I like it more than Ryan," feeling kinda stupid for saying it. He says, "I'm gonna get you two together for lunch or something, just the two of you. You're both my boyfriends now and I want you to bury the hatchet and be friends. It'll make everything nicer." Oh brother! So I whine, "Oh, I don't want to. He doesn't like me." Robby goes, "That's true, but he doesn't know you, and that's the only reason he doesn't like you, yet. He'll like you if you're nice to him." I shrug my shoulders, but can't think of something to counter that with because being nice to him seems out of the fucking question.
Inside the bedroom Robby plops on the bed with his arm still around my neck pulling me with him. I like this part of Robby's act. That's it! I'll take the parts I like, the parts I even encouraged him to do, and ignore the rest because, he's just going through a misguided period with that turd Ryan. He gets me in his arms, and with his face close to mine, says, "There's another thing I want to tell you, and it's this: um, well it's that I told Ryan that you and he are almost equal boyfriends." I start to protest, and almost tell him he's sounding like a fool, but I really haven't given it enough time. Robby cuts me off anyway, "No, wait. I told him you'd always be ahead of him in my heart, way ahead of him, but that you two are mostly equal. It's only fair to Ryan considering he's devoted to me, and you are too to a degree, except you have boys on the side where Ryan doesn't so that sorta equals things out in my mind. I'll never love another, all my life, like I love you, so that's a given." I go, "Oh Robby, Ryan and me aren't equals, he's a little..." but I don't say it. Robby asks, "Don't you think he cute?" I raise my eyebrows, mumbling, "I guess in a way he is, but aren't I cuter?" What, has Robby all of a sudden gone blind? No, it's the rose colored glasses thing, whatever that means. He kisses me, saying, "Yeah, you're the cutest boy I've ever seen. You win there by a landslide alright, but it's just that you have those boys on the side, as I mentioned, and that's the equalizer, ya know? Come on, you see that, don'cha?" Surprisingly I do see his point... to a point, but it's not the point Robby thinks he's making. He apparently was more jealous of my random and occasional stuff on the side and he's trying to show me what it's been like for him, so I go, "Yeah, I guess." He rocks me in his arms, kissing me, apparently content he's made his point, and I do want him so. Then he says, "This is so good, being open and honest with you about me and Ryan. I tell him straight forward honest things about us too, it's not just you. We all know where we stand now, it's so much better than sneaking around." I'm sure that was a shot at me, and I consider for a minute telling Robby I'll give up my alley-catting around, but that wouldn't necessarily mean he'd give up Ryan just like that, so I'll think about that some more. To sort of show I'm good with his new arrangement, I say, "I'm just getting used to being one of your twin boyfriends, Robby. I don't mean to argue about everything." He smiles and pinches my nose, mumbling, "You're awesome," and we make out sweetly, and even though he's told me this disturbing news, I still think he's hotter than ever. I'm not a hypocrite, certainly not to myself, fer sure. Maybe I even think he's ballsy for telling me all this; it might account for why I think he's so hot. The bottom line is: Robby's gonna go on with his fantasy that Ryan and me are pretty much equal boyfriends of his, which means I'll get exactly half as much sexy time with him as I want and maybe that'll distress Robby more than he thinks. Haha, maybe I should even keep nagging for a three-way; nagging works for Ryan the turd apparently. At least with a three-way I'd get more sexy time with Robby. It would be my turn, then a three-way, then my turn again. Robby probably wouldn't see it that way though. That wouldn't be almost equal, would it? Oh brother! Damn. I almost have another boner, which is quite a testament to how hot my feelings for Robby are after I've had two climaxes a half hour ago. After making out for a while I scoot down and get my head between Robby's legs, sucking his cock, but Chubby comes into the apartment, yelling, "Where is everybody. Oh no, don't tell me you two are doing it in your bedroom again!" Robby giggles, saying to me, "Not really, but maybe tonight we will, huh Dylan?" I didn't expect that. Jeez, I'm hoping he means a lovers' fuck, but that might be hard for Robby to pull off so soon, although Willie could do it. We get up and I walk into the living room rubbing my lips, saying, "Ya caught us at it, Chubby." He pretends he's disgusted, then wants to know who's fixing dinner and we tell him our plans. Chubby goes, "Awesome, I'll make some cole slaw. Do we have cabbage?" and the rest of the night is normal enough, even though I can't stop thinking about the dominant fuck Robby gave me earlier... is it for real, or an imitation of a for real dominant fuck? In bed we just kiss 'cause like I expected, Robby's not up for anything more. It's great he has the use of both arms though because we do a lot of hugging along with the kissing. Robby's a walking contradiction.
In the morning Robby's like Robby always is, although I admit somehow he's hotter to me. He doesn't mention anything remotely dominant, except to say, "Dylan, I take all the notes in class, so how 'bout you put my books in your backpack to even things out." I shrug and say, "Sure, that'll be better then me carrying two backpacks with your shoulder problem and all." He says, "Thanks," and squeezes my cheeks together, mumbling, "You cute thing you." We never need more than three books on any given day, so that's six books total and it hardly feels different carrying six than three. We haven't talked anymore about Robby's dominant, special way of having sex because I'm kinda waiting for Robby to bring it up, but he hasn't yet so maybe that's it. Today's Tuesday, the last Tuesday of regular classes in our freshman year. Next week is finals week. Apparently today it's to be Ryan's turn because Robby's not coming home when he's done at Merrimack for the day. He doesn't say he's going to Ryan's dorm, but where else would he go? I'll take the pickup to work after classes. Robby's attending a meeting with the baseball team and then that's it for baseball this year except for the break-up meeting. I happen to know that Ryan's roommate goes home for Tuesday night dinner. He lives in Metuchen and that's only ten miles or so from Merrimack. Tom eats at home a few night a week actually, which explains where Ryan and Robby get their fucking done, in Ryan's dorm room. I never particularly noticed Robby's absence because, up till now, apparently Robby scheduled his rendezvous with Ryan on days I'm working at Stop & Shop. They won't need to concern themselves with that now that everything is out in the open, the way Robby wants it. This is information Robby shared with me on our way to Merrimack this morning, it's part of his new honesty program. It's basically stupid, but I can't help be jealous and I think I'd almost be better off if I didn't know about it. What are ya going do, though? Anyway, other than that, nothing of significance happens during our day of classes, and the same applies for my shift at Stop & Shop. None of the interesting boys are on this shift with me, except Matthew Flowers, and we take a break together. He's so cute, tall and slim with a young boyish face, though he seems to be unaware of these fine qualities. He asks me if I thought the bare spots from his girlfriend's haircut attempt have grown enough for me to give him a haircut like mine. I tell him next week would be better, and we make plans to do the haircut then. I'm still holding out hope he's at least bi, and that I somehow discover that fact. Hmmm, I guess Robby's right about me still alley-catting around, or at least attempting to; I haven't been too successful lately. As Matthew and I are talking about his haircut I run the palm of my hand all around Matthew's head and he doesn't seem to mind at all. He gives me a shy smile as I'm doing it. I'm not sure if that means anything, but it's not discouraging, fer sure.
Tuesday night, Robby shows up around seven. Chubby's bought us pizza for dinner, like he did on our bowling night. We eat dinner together, then, after we study some, it's time for bed and Robby seems the same in bed tonight as last night. He's very affectionate, until he mutters, "Sorry, Dylan, but I couldn't do you justice tonight with any kind of sex." That's code for 'I've been fucking Ryan all afternoon and can't get a hard-on'. I know that's going to be his comment every day he has a sex-a-thon with my twin boyfriend and let him play his game. We'll see how long he can keep up this pretense, but it is a pain in the ass. I've got to stick by him though and let him get it out of his system. A little of my own medicine coming back to bite me, I guess you could say. Still, I'm excited about Wednesday night, as Chubby's working that night so we'll see if Robby tries the stand-up fuck with me again, and then a lovers' one in bed some hours later. After class on Wednesday though, Robby says he has some bad news for me. It's that he's promised Ryan he'd mess around with him again tonight. I look hurt and Robby says, "You can take the pickup, Dylan, Ryan will give me a ride. Listen, don't look so disappointed, Ryan's roommate will probably be here at the dorm the rest of the week studying for finals. It'll be you and me the rest of the week, and we need to study for finals too." Damn, I've worked myself up for another one of those special fucks of Robby's. Can it be that he really is falling for Ryan, that turd? And, why didn't he tell me earlier so I wouldn't waste my time fantasizing about it all day? I give him a mad expression and he becomes really apologetic saying he just found out about it. "Tomorrow, Dylan. Come on, you need to share me like I said before because it's our new deal. You share me like I've been sharing you." I pout, saying, "I work tomorrow and Chubby will probably be home. And anyway I never threw my other escapades in your face, did I?" "Let's hope Chubby's not here Thursdays, Dylan. Here are the keys. You need to review all these notes this afternoon anyway, we have final exams next week. Use the time for that, and you didn't blatantly throw your so-called escapes in my face, but you didn't try too hard to hide them either. I prefer to be more honest about it." I go, "I did too try to hide it," then realizing what I said, as Robby shakes his head, I add, "That's not what I meant," and to change the subject off me, I ask, "Will you be unable to do me justice tonight, too?" He says, "Yes, but not tomorrow!" and he seems a little pissed at me for asking. I don't know why he's pissed because apparently Ryan's nagging worked for him. Fuck! Robby's simply seems too hot for me lately, and maybe his dalliance with Ryan is the reason. All I know is he drives me crazy with desire, and me knowing he's fucking that twerp makes it worse. Damn, why won't Willie call? And maybe Robby can outlast me, which surprises me somewhat.
In the apartment I'm pacing, then go out on the balcony to smoke, thinking, 'I'm gonna call Willie,' but it makes me nervous contemplating that because he told me not to call him. I wonder why that is? You'd think it would be the reverse; he'd be pissed if I didn't call him. Then I think about jerking off, but put that out of my mind 'cause I don't want to be like fifteen-year old Dodger was,horny and jerking off all the time. Yeah, before he met Vinnie he was jerking off about five times a day. I guess Robby wasn't fucking him back then, or only rarely. It ain't easy having an enormous sex drive like we have, Dodger and me... and that damn Willie's partially to blame for my increased sex drive, just at the time Robby's pulling this bullshit act of his. Resigned to my fate for the present, I start studying Robby's notes in preparation for the finals next week. Chubby shows up around five, saying, "That goddamn Sam! We had another fight and I have to take her out to dinner tonight to make-up, or no nookie for me." I go, "Well, there's always me, Chubby," then feel bad because I see Chubby has a hurt look on his face, saying, "I never should have done that with you, Dylan. My bad because it gives off false signals to you. I'm never doing that again, it's not fair to you." I mutter, "Don't be fair to me then, I don't mind," and my eyes tear up. He asks, "Uh oh, what wrong?" and I pour my heart out about Robby's new deal, except I leave out the submissive/dominant stuff because Chubby wouldn't understand it, and it'd be embarrassing to try explaining it. Hell, I don't understand it myself so I couldn't explain it even if I wanted to. And I didn't even realize myself how hurt I am. Jeez! My drawn out tale of woe to Chubby basically comes down to Robby having another boyfriend, but I stretch it out to a ten minute lament making Robby seem sorta heartless, which he is actually. I'm looking for Chubby's sympathy, I guess. Chubby's rubbing my shoulders, saying, "Oh man, that's a hard pill to swallow, Dylan. I really feel for ya, bro. It's not like he dropped you for this other kid though, he still considers you his favorite, right?" I go, "That's what he says, but maybe he tells Ryan the same thing and he keeps me hanging out to dry, whatever that means." Chubby's like, "Well, we both know Robby's not like that, don't we?" I shrug, muttering, "I hope not." Chubby sorta shrugs too, going, "Jeez, I mean, ya just spent a week with that rich kid in Key West, ya know. Maybe Robby felt the same way you feel now... about you and the rich kid I mean." I hate when logic gets in the way of feeling sorry for myself. I've no defense actually, but mutter, "Yeah, I see what you mean, but still Robby's always telling me how much he loves me and all that, and then he throws this in my face. He even brazenly told me he'd be with Ryan again tonight. That's two nights in a row!" Chubby's too nice to say, 'Well you spent seven nights in a row with the rich kid,' instead he says, "Well, at least you've been in love, Dylan. I've just been in lust basically. Sometimes I don't even like my girlfriends, not all the time anyway, and that's because they can be a pain in my ass at times. Like now, for example. But that doesn't help you, does it?" I ask, "You love me, don'cha?" He says, "More than life itself, Dylan, but you know what kind of love I'm referring to." I go, "Yeah, but my love for you is the gold standard of love, although that's not really a lover's love either. I wish it was." Chubby looks surprised, "You serious?" I go, "Of course I am, I'm gay and you're the most important person in my life. Didn't I ever tell you that?" His eyes are blinking, "Um, no you didn't. I mean I know you love me like I love you, like brothers and best friends combined, but no... no, I didn't know you wished for that kind of love for me." I make a face, saying, "Well, I told you now." He shakes his head, muttering, "You break my heart sometimes, Dylan," and he hugs my shoulders with the side of his face against mine. It's a little awkward, so I say, "I didn't mean to break your heart, Jeffrey... just saying." He chuckles because I called him Jeffrey, then lets go of me and rubs my head, muttering, "Thanks, bro. Don't let the Robby thing get you down, nobody named Ryan can compare with you. Robby will come to his senses." I go, "Thanks for the hug, Chubby, and for listening to me." He hugs my head this time and kisses the side of my forehead, mumbling, "God, you're my gift in life, Dylan," then sounding choked up, he adds, "I gotta take a shower and get ready for dinner with what's-her-name." I say, "Good luck with that," and he nods patting my shoulder, then leaves. He was choked up and it was kinda sweet, but I wonder why he got choked up?
Chubby comes into my bedroom an hour later and I'm still studying. He's looking spiffy and I notice a new earring in his pierced ear. He says, "Just wanted to say goodnight to you, Dylan. I'll be late. Keep your spirits up, things will work out." I go, "Thanks. Where'd ya get the new earring?" He fingers the earring, going, "Oh, a present from Sam. Heh heh, I told her it was my birthday and she found out I lied and that's what the fight was about, so I gotta buy her dinner. Fucking dating is expensive, dude. You gay boys go Dutch, probably." I go, "Yeah, mostly. It's a cool stud ya got there though." He's like, "The thing is, I like the little hoop I had before better." I nod, thinking, 'the hoop that's identical to mine before Willie bought me these new earrings'. Chubby pats my back, "I'm on my way, Dylan". Then he stops, looks at me, and asks, "You gonna be alright? I'll stay with you if you want; you're way more important to me than Samantha is, way more important." That really makes me feel good, but I say, "Thanks, Chubby, I'm okay, you go ahead. It helped to get that stuff off my chest, so thanks again for listening to me." He smiles at me and I'm hoping for another kiss, but get a pat on my head, and a muttered, "You're awesomely special, Dylan. Robby's crazy for even looking at another boy. See ya later." I watch him go with love in my heart for him. When the apartment's front door slams shut and I hear the lock click, I decide to take a cigarette break. On the balcony smoking, I'm thinking of Connor and immediately text him, 'Connor, dude. Have dinner with me I'm all alone tonight.' He doesn't text right back so he's undoubtedly busy with something and it's probably the same thing I'm busy with, studying for finals. God, I'll be glad when this semester's over!
Around seven, I drive the pickup to Fuddruckers, but there's no one I know in the restaurant so, after walking around checking it out, I leave. No way am I eating by myself, I'm too self conscious for that. Instead I use the drive-thru window at Burger King for a double cheeseburger and fries to take back to the apartment. No fucking parking spots left for our building naturally, so I park in the next building's parking lot cursing under my breath. After eating my very average-tasting meal I go back to studying and I'm still at it when Robby comes home. He comes in rubbing my hair, saying, "This is a damn good haircut ya got here, hot stuff. How ya doing, Dylan? Studying huh?" I want to be pissed-off at him, and I am, but my dick moves in my pants anyway; oh man, I have it bad for Robby lately. Shitty timing. I go, "Hi boyfriend," and I've never once in my life ever referred to him like that before. He goes, "You bet I am," and leans around me to kiss me on the lips... lips that just recently were on Ryan's lips. Oh fuck it! I don't care and get my arm around his neck to hold him so I can kiss him back and his tongue goes in my mouth, the tongue that's recently been in Ryan's mouth, but I don't care about that either at the moment. We do a minute long kiss before Robby pulls away, asking, "Missed me, did ya?" I go, "I always miss you when you're gone, Robby." He gives me a warm smile, then kisses the side of my head, like Chubby did, murmuring, "I love you so much, Dylan," and then another kiss. I try detecting if he smells like Ryan, but all I can smell is Robby and my boner is already hard in my pants. I ask, "Do ya got anything left for me Robby?" He rolls his eyes, going, "Not tonight, Dylan. Jeez, Ryan was insatiable tonight, and I told him to get a boyfriend on the side... hahaha." Ryan sounds like me, I mean the way I was in Key West when Willie toughened my pussy and got me so aroused that five times a day wouldn't do it for me; not that we ever did it five times in a day. Embarrassing myself further, and hating for springing this boner from just a kiss, I blush and grope my boner 'cause I can't help it, which makes Robby look at my tented pants. Pointing at himself, he asks, "Just my kiss brought that on?" I nod my head as my face gets a darker shade of red. "Oh man, Dylan, I wish I could, but I don't think I could even get a hard-on tonight, not another one anyway." I'm surprised to discover I've got no pride left, so I excitedly ask, "Can I at least try giving you one, or how 'bout if I do you? I've already got the boner for it." He runs his fingers over my head admiring the haircut he gave me again, then says, "That's a sweet offer, Dylan, and I love you to death, but those days are over, for awhile anyway. Sorry, but like you've always wanted, I'm in charge now, I'm the dominant one in our relationship; in both my boyfriend's relationships actually, and I do the fucking and you do the catching." The finality in the way he said that reminds me so much of how Willie would have said it, so I drop the subject 'cause it's a loser. But, Robby saying that has put me in kinda a submissive mood; like I've always thought I wanted Robby to be able to do, and I guess I still do, but.... I drop my eyes, mumbling, "I understand, Robby. It's okay, I'll wait my turn." He looks pained as he says, "I'm really sorry to disappoint you, but you've always said this is the way you wanted me to be and I'm kinda enjoying myself too, so please don't make me feel bad. Ya know, it's not all good for me, having two boyfriends I mean, but I can't give either of you up at the moment. You remember your idea, right? The one where we explore our sexuality until the fall. I'm still totally good with that, it's only a few months." I make another pouting expression, so Robby says, "Please give me a smile, Dylan, I'm not happy if you're not happy for me, I don't shine if you don't shine." I'm still trying to get over having my own rationalization tossed back at me, but I give him a smile and we kiss again, which causes me to stupidly overdo the affectionate hugging that goes along with the kiss. I'm rubbing Robby's head, neck and shoulders. He finally is able to pull away without it being too obvious, and I realize I've made a fool of myself, and I thought Robby was the one making a fool out of himself. It's just that Robby's never seemed as sexy to me as he has of late. I'm getting obsessed with him and there ain't nothing I can do about it either. It's the unfortunate combination of Willie in Key West getting me used to being submissive to him, and fucking me so much, and Robby picking this time to spring the twin-boyfriends nonsense. Coincidence maybe, but a damn curious one.
We study together, but when I start yawning, Robby says, "Okay, lets knock it off for the night". He gets no arguments from me, and now I find I'm feeling good from just being with him, so my pouting is over for now. Guess I took him for granted so long, knowing he'd always be there kissing my ass and telling me how much he loves me. I never thought him capable of gambling it all away by branching out in this new way. In bed I snuggle next to him and he takes a big inhale, saying, "Ahhh, you smell wonderful, Dylan. That's another thing you have going for you better than Ryan. Not that he smells bad, but he just doesn't have as sexy a scent as you. I love how you smell, and I have since that first time we started the massages." We talk about the old days, making me yearn for them again. I'm comfortable in Robby's arms though, and feeling contented... for now. But then Robby ruins it, "Um, ya know tomorrow night, Thursday night? Ah, the roommate changed his mind and now tomorrow night is the last night Ryan's roommate will be eating dinner at home. He'll be studying for his finals like we all are, but at home. So, I gotta switch afternoons with you, Dylan. Um, I'll be with Ryan tomorrow afternoon too." Just like that! I'll be damned, the unfairness of it is mind boggling! I'll be damned, he is gambling on this tactic to get me to drop my screwing around once and for all. Robby's not pulling any punches, so I might as well get used to it, or tell him to go fuck himself, but I calm myself and go back to my original idea of giving it time. Still, I can't help but go, "That's so unfair! We've done it one afternoon in the last nine days and Ryan's had it twice it three days and tomorrow makes three out of four." Robby's like, "What's unfair is you counting the days I was injured, no one did it with anyone during that time except me arranging for Dodger to do it with you." He sounds irritated when I'm the one who should be irritated. I mutter, "It's still three out of four days you'll be with that little...." Robby's mad, "Little, what, Dylan? Don't be calling him names because I won't let him call you names. And I might as well put this on the table too. You and him are having lunch together to bury the hatchet once and for all." I go, "Lunch with him?" Robby takes a big breath, then more quietly, says, "Yes, and he didn't like the idea either, but he's going along with it, and I'm hoping you will too. This bickering isn't doing anybody any good. If you two could get along it'd be awesome for all three of us. There's no need to be envious of him. You're number one in my heart and always will be and I've told him that, I'm out front with that. This is a fling I'm on, but I don't want to exclude you so I decided to try being honest about it. It'll work for a while. Come on, please Dylan...." I go, "Oh alright. Where's this summit meeting to take place?" He says, "Here at our apartment. You're the host so you fix the lunch." I ask, "Why here? Doesn't he want to be seen with me in public?" Robby goes, "No, that's not it! It's was my idea so you'll feel more comfortable. Ryan wanted to meet you at the quad, but that's too busy and noisy." "What's he eat for lunch?" I ask, and Robby says, "He wants hotdogs, two Nathan hotdogs and a Coke. Simple." I'm like, "We don't have hotdogs." Robby soothingly says, "Thanks for going along with this Dylan. Buy some hotdogs on the way here after morning classes. Ryan will meet you at the pickup, I'll eat by myself in the quad. You'll have an hour and a half to become friends, and I'm hoping to hear reports from both of you that you both helped achieve that goal." I notice Robby's stopped ending all his declarative sentences with, "Okay?" to see if it's okay with me. Just one more ploy he's using, but he did call this nonsense of his a 'fling'. Still, I feel like a smacked ass, but say, "I'll be nice, Robby, but Friday afternoon it's you and me, right?" He says, "That's right and I'll do the dominant fuck first and save my lover's fuck for when we go to bed. And, you can give me a haircut then too." That brightens me up so I kiss his lips, saying, "I'll be good," goofily; I say it like a little kid would say it to his mommy, although I'm not in that little kid mode at all. Just messing around. Robby chuckles, then kisses me back, mumbling, "I can't wait for Friday afternoon. Seriously, that last sexy time we had together was so hot. The hottest!" I can't resist trying for a compliment, so I ask, "Hotter than with Ryan?" Robby goes, "Let me think," and I say, "If you need to think about it, the answer's probably..." but Robby cuts in with, "It was hotter with you, Dylan. I was trying to goof on you. You didn't used to be so sensitive." I mutter, "Yeah, I've always been sensitive." He kisses me, and then goes, "Let's get some sleep," as he tightens his arms around me and I snuggle in, mumbling, "Good idea, boss." Before I go to sleep I think, 'Ha! I sleep with him and you don't', meaning Ryan of course. And then there's this weekend, and baseball season is over so that means more of Robby for myself.
Thursday after first class, Robby and I are walking out of the room when he casually hands me his book. I put it in my backpack, thinking, 'Guess I'm carrying his books now'. Robby says, "I told Ryan to meet us in the quad between classes. You two can start getting acquainted even before your lunch tomorrow." I make a face he doesn't see, and mutter, "Oh, okay," without a whole like of enthusiasm. Robby doesn't mention my lack of enthusiasm; instead he squeezes the back of my neck affectionately, then imitates my little kid's voice from last night, "I'll be good, Robby." Then adds, "I'm holding you to that little boy promise." I give him half a grin, and as we walk I'm glancing over at him wondering how could he so quickly attain this new level of confidence? It's seems natural enough and he looks the same, but he seems to be carrying himself differently somehow. Probably the explanation's as simple as the fact that he now has his two boyfriends who are both pretty much competing for his attention. At the moment both Ryan and me are willing to go along with just about anything Robby says so that the other doesn't gain ground, and be Robby's favorite. And, for some reason, me just from thinking that gets my dick stirring in my pants. Wish I knew why I get turned on by dominant boyfriends, I'd really like to know! No sense fooling myself though, it's a turn-on for me. Robby smiles at me, asking, "Why so quiet, Dylan?" I'm more comfortable with the old Robby, and that's even though the new Robby gets me so sexy hot and aroused more than before so that's a reason right there to ride this out. It's like I can hardly keep myself from jumping on top of him and begging him for sex. It's nuts, but Robby's ballsy moves seem to be working for him, and like I said, there's the side benefit for me of a hotter-than-ever Robby. To answer Robby's question about why I'm so quiet, I mumble, "Um, I don't know, I guess I was thinking that you're so hot and sexy to me now, it makes me mad at myself for not paying more attention to you all along, so maybe, you know... maybe you wouldn't have gotten another boyfriend and I'd have you all to myself." He stops and puts his hand on my chest to stop me, then pulls me over to the side of the steps by my arm, and looks at me sternly. I look back at him, a little worried. I ask, "What's wrong, Robby?" His face gets red, then he points a finger at me, saying, "I poured my heart and soul out telling you how much I loved you for two and a half years. I just about worshiped you, and during all that time you blatantly fucked around with other boys, inadvertently flaunting it in my face." I start to say something, but he goes, "Just shut up and listen for once in your life." He's never talked to me like this before in all the time I've known him. He goes, "Twice in all the time we've been together did I have anything like a boyfriend on the side, neither lasted very long, and I only did it in the first place to copy my hero, you. What did it get me? What good did it do throwing myself at you for all those years? Yes, it finally got me your love, which I adore, but you never stopped whoring around and I don't think you ever will, but still I keep you close to my heart, the heart that you own, because I love you to the bottom of my soul. And once, once, only one time do I find a boy who feels love for me that's almost to the degree that I love you, and what do you do? You try to ruin it for me by dropping guilt trips on me every step of the way, acting like you're a poor, innocent, scorned, but faithful lover. I've overlooked that for five days now, and tried to convince you I love you without reservations but that's never been enough for you, you want that and every cute boy you run into as well, but I'm finally sick of it." He's got tears in his eyes so my eyes tear up too. "You tried to lay another guilt trip on me a minute ago and that's so unfair of you, especially after all the things I've had to take these past two and a half years of you alley-catting around. Most of which I probably don't even know about, and I want to keep it that way too because if I knew it, would surely break my heart, if I knew the extent of your sex on the side. Now get it through your head that I love this other boy in a way, too, not nearly as much as I love you, but can't you let me enjoy it for a little while? Will ya just give me a chance to work through this? I've never had someone throw themselves at my feet before like what happens to you ten times a day." I don't know what to say. I reach over muttering, "I love you, Robby. I don't mean to ruin anything for you. You can depend on me, just don't stop loving me. I'll do better, it's just.... Please don't be mad at me...." He grabs me in a hug right here on the steps, "God, I love you so much, Dylan, I'm sorry I threw that rant, but please let me experience a tiny bit of what you've been experiencing for the entire time we've been boyfriends. Just this once, so for a little while I don't feel like I'm your pathetic love-sick doormat."
We hug for just a few seconds. Robby's sniffling and so am I and we both rub our noses with the back of our hands. I get it together enough to say, "When I said that thing about wishing I hadn't screwed around so much so that you felt you needed another boyfriend, I meant it as a compliment to you, and as an apology. I didn't phrase it very well and I'm sorry for that. And thank for telling me you still love me as much as ever." He wipes his nose again, mumbling, "Come on, we're blocking the steps. You don't ever need to worry about my love for you, Dylan, 'cause it's etched in stone, it's tattooed on my fucking heart and there's nothing I can do about it. Nothing I want to do about it either. I love loving you and I have even before I knew you, which is weird I know, but it's true." I go, "Me too, Robby, all those things that you said." He actually laughs a little, mumbling, "Liar, but thanks for saying it anyway." I go, "No, I mean it." He smiles at me now, "You mean it right now, fer sure; it's the next time you see a cute sexy boy that you'll forget it for awhile." I go, "Nah, no... that's not true, I still love you all those times that I forget it too." He laughs again, "You don't even know what you just said. You can't help yourself, and I know that and I still love you with all my heart anyway. Where's what's-his-name anyway? This is your chance to be open about your cheating for once." I go, "Hey! Don't make me seem all that bad, Robby." He says, "Never mind that now, are we good? You and me?" I go, "As good as gold, Robby!" He smiles again, muttering, "I'd like to kiss your cute face right here, but I've got willpower. Anyway, are you going to try to be nice to Ryan?" "Count on me, Robby, depend on it. You straightened me out good, and I know the score now, and I'm behind you one hundred percent." He grins, "Now you are, but how 'bout ten minutes from now?" I go, "Oh, I don't know about that yet," and we both laugh a nervous laugh, as Robby puts his arm around my neck again. He never used to do that. Is there a fucking handbook on being a dominant lover, one that Willie and Robby have both read? I like it okay now, now that I understand where he's coming from, the new Robby I mean. I lean into Robby a little as we walk across campus to the quad. He forgets he told me he loved Ryan in some way last night, I guess I'll get used to that concept, although I hate it with a passion.
In the quad there's about two hundred classmates milling around eating and drinking and talking and laughing and roughhousing, and it's loud. Over in the corner, Ryan's talking with his roommate, Tom; I forget his last name. Robby and I walk over and we all exchange greetings of one sort or another. We talk about the finals coming up next week, and after a little while Tom leaves and Robby says, "Okay! Now my two boyfriends need to get to know each other. You guys talk about your lunch tomorrow, or whatever. I'm going outside for a cigarette, I'll rescue you both in about twenty minutes. Please try to get along." He's trying to make it light, trying to joke a little to break-up the tension between Ryan and me. Ryan says, "See ya, Rob," and I say, "Later, dude," and then it's just Ryan and me. He says nothing and doesn't even look at me. I entertain myself looking at his bad haircut while saying nothing, too. After an awkward two minutes, Ryan glances at me, and asks, "How come you gotta be so stuck-up all the time?" I say, "Well Ryan, that's a shock to hear. I apologize if I seem that way to you because I don't mean to be. No one's ever said that about me before." He goes, "Oh yeah, lots of guys think you're stuck-up, not just me." I go, "Okay, I didn't know that. I don't want to be that way to you though, that's the important thing." I'm thinking, 'Fuck 'em all! I'm not stuck-up. Hell, I don't even know exactly what that means'. Ryan's like, "Well, thanks for that," and I say, "How 'bout we shake hands and pretend we just met?" He rolls his eyes, asking, "How old are you anyway?" I decide to answer him as if it were a serious question, "I'm nineteen, same as you. I want to be friends, Ryan. We're both Robby's boyfriends, we're his twin boyfriends, and it would be cool if we could be friends too; you know, compare notes of our hero and stuff." He nods his head and almost smiles, "You'd do that? That might be fun. Ya know, he says I'm an equal boyfriend with you; we're equally Robby's boyfriends." I go, "I know, Robby laid the law down to me a few minutes ago, as he sees it at the moment anyway. He said he loves you in a way too, so I need to accept that, and I do." His eyes light up, "Robby told you he loves me?" I go, "Yep, fifteen minutes ago, and last night, he sorta said it then too." Ryan's hand goes under the table, probably to adjust his junk."Well, Dylan, that certainly wasn't stuck-up of you. I mean, telling me that. You jealous?" I go, "Yep, but it is what it is. Robby can have other boyfriends that he loves, sorta, but I'm not worried about how much I mean to him." Ryan's still running the thought through his mind that Robby loves him, in some way. Apparently I'm the first person Robby's told that bit of information to. Actually, Robby told me that in a definitive manner during his frustrated rant; he hedged on the 'love' part a little bit last night, but not this morning. He got frustrated with me, and I see where he's coming from now. He felt like my doormat, like I've been taking him for granted and I guess I have been. I can't argue with it because what he said to me was the truth. Ryan chuckles, saying, "Maybe we ought to start comparing notes about our mutual boyfriend. Robby's never told me he loves me. I tell him how much I love him all the time, ya know, hoping he'll say it back to me." I'm like, "He was frustrated with me this morning, mad at me actually, and wanted me to know it's for real between you two, so he definitively said 'I love Ryan, in a way'... just like that. It was when he chastised me about my past behavior. But, he'll surely tell you he loves you now that the cat's out of the bag." I keep including that part of how Robby loves Ryan, 'in a way' so he knows there's an enormous chasm between 'in a way' love and the way Robby loves me. No sense giving Ryan too much hope. Ryan smiles at the thought of hearing that from Robby, and I'm right again, a smiling teenage boy is almost always gonna look cute, and Ryan's no exception. That's the first smile I've ever seen from him. He asks, "Well, Rob loves me, how about that! Hey, how's that make you feel?" I go, "Jealous. He loves me the most though, how's that make you feel?" "The same as you," mutters Ryan. Then we get into a general conversation about our gayness history, you know, when did we know we were gay, our first gay time with another boy, and things like that. When Robby comes back to our table with a questioning look on his face, Ryan takes the lead, saying, "Don't worry Rob, we're getting along fine. Dylan says you love me." I add, "In a way," but Ryan's beaming, and just from the way he said that comment I can tell he and Robby are comfortable bantering back and forth; having fun, not just sex together. They like each other, which I didn't consider until now and that could be trouble. That's not good, the liking each other part, because one without the other in a sexual relationship is doomed to failure, a short shelf life fer sure, but that's not the situation here.
Robby jokes back to Ryan, "I must have misspoke, 'cause who could love you?" Ryan goes, "My mom and my grandmother, but other than that, just you." Robby then says, "Obviously I should have told you first, but I let it slip out to my other boyfriend 'cause I was mad at him for a minute, and I wanted him to know he's not the only one I love. I've a very different love for you though, Ryan, from the way I love Dylan, I mean." Robby playfully pushes my head, asking, "Right, Dylan?" I say to Ryan, "Don't get Robby mad, he'll yell at you like he did at me right on the steps of the Roger Center." Ryan says, "Good!" but he's smiling again, still basking in the glow of this new-found knowledge that he's loved, in a way. I wouldn't say I'm basking in that knowledge, but Robby did a damn good job of putting me in my place a while ago, and looking back on it I can see I deserved it to a degree, although he might have mentioned it to me before this drastic move. Maybe he didn't feel confident enough to do that until he ran into this kid who's making a career out of kissing his ass. "Time for next class, boyfriends," Robby tells us, then adds, "Just so you both know, I'm probably the happiest and luckiest boy in this school, maybe the world, and it's because of you two. You rock my world, both of you and I appreciate it beyond words that you both accept this unusual arrangement we got going for us." I've got nothing to say to that, but Ryan gives a sincere, "Thank you for saying that, Robby," and we get up and head to our classes. I wish I had said that. Dammit! Outside Ryan says, "I'll see you for lunch tomorrow, Dylan," real friendly-like. Robby rubs Ryan's burr haircut, smiling at him as Ryan walks away with a bounce in his step. Then to me, "How'd it go?" and I try to recreate it as accurately as possible because he'll ask Ryan the same question later. I try not to slant anything one way or the other. Robby's like, "Excellent! You guys are gonna be friends, I just know it. You hate to hear it, but you're a lot alike, which is what I find attractive about Ryan. That he's like you in many ways, I mean... and especially during sex. You two even sound alike when I screw a load of cum outta your awesome dicks." I'm getting used to hearing that thing about me and Ryan being alike, humans can get used to what they need to, I read that somewhere. And the fact of the matter is, Robby's handling this dicey situation pretty well so far, certainly better than I would. What I'd like to do right now is hang onto Robby's body and kiss him and hug him and tell him how wonderful he is, but he wouldn't like me doing it here in the middle of the campus, and I'd feel like an asshole doing it anyway. I guess Willie kinda got me used to that sort of public display, and I wonder if I miss it now. You should be able to show affection for your boyfriend any time and any place you feel like it, although that's not reality. Robby goes on talking about how much he appreciates that I'm trying to make the best of our new situation, and he apologizes again about his yelling rant at me, but I tell him he's mostly right about it although he's exaggerated my side-sex beyond belief, but I still deserved the lecture. My problem is that all this new stuff from Robby is just making me long for him all the more and he doesn't seem to realize that. He's himself, the same Robby in just about every way except he's confidently managing all our sex lives somehow and I swear, my dick gets stiff just being with him now. Thinking back over the last few days I realize that every single thing proposed by Robby eventually is what we do, including him being with Ryan three out of the last four nights. I should be pissed or pouting or something, but instead my feelings for Robby grow and grow, it's an amazing phenomenon to me. Payback's a bitch, but I'm tough enough to weather the storm, a little longer anyhow.
After the last class I put Robby's and my book in my back pack and walk out with him. He hands me the key to his pickup, asking, "What are you going to do tonight?" I tell him, "I'll see if Chubby or Connor is available to hook up with, but mostly I want to study more for the finals." Robby looks at me with loving eyes, saying, "Thank you for that, Dylan." I know he means 'thanks for not acting like poor lonely me being alone tonight 'cause Robby's abandoning me for Ryan'. I grin, saying, "You taught me kind of a lesson today, Robby. You know, trying to see things through another's eyes, seeing things from their view of it. I was being self-centered and selfish, I'm sorry about being that way in the past, but I'm gonna try harder to be better." He shakes his head slowly, murmuring, "I almost wish I'd never met Ryan 'cause I love you so much, but if I hadn't met Ryan maybe we wouldn't have ever come to understand each other as well as we seem to be doing. It's going to be me and you, Dylan, for life. Let me ride this out and, like I said earlier, live in your shoes for a bit, okay?" I nod, wanting him so badly it hurts, but I'm happy he said that thing about him and me for life. I'm a little choked up 'cause we are closer than ever. Maybe Robby was always this close to me, but I'm feeling closer than ever to him. Robby sees it in my eyes, and says, "We'll make up for lost time tomorrow night, Dylan. I promise." I've got my voice back, muttering, "I can't wait, but how are you managing to keep both your boyfriends sexually satisfied, have you become a super-stud all of a sudden?" He laughs, saying, "It seems that way, but both of you get me so cranked-up, in different ways actually, that for now it's fun getting it up for sex. I'm holding up pretty good. And like I said this morning, because of you and Ryan, I've been more contented and happy than ever before in my life, and I hope you'll always want to share my happiness with me, Dylan... always." I nod my head with half a smile on my face, wishing he was all mine again, but again tell myself, 'Ride it out with Robby, he might need my help along the way and he don't even know it.' We give each other a little wave goodbye and then he's off to be with Ryan. Damn! Ya never know what you got till it's gone. I had allof him for myself for over two years and I took it for granted, and now I see how that's worked out for me. My bad!
As it happens, Connor texted me he'll be studying for finals all week, like I thought was the case with that conscientious lad, but Chubby's available tonight. We hook up and help each other study together like we did in high school, calling out the possible test questions to each other and agreeing on the answer or looking it up. Then we fix dinner together, and afterwards go over to Tracy's where there's a before-finals party that we stay at until eleven o'clock, playing liar's poker and pool. It's a fun time being with Chubby! Chubby and I both had three beers each at Tracy's, but we smoked too many cigarettes; other than that we were sensible. Robby's already home when we get back, studying at our bedroom desk. We kibitz for a while and then Chubby turns in, after giving Robby the evil eye. Robby and I take turns showering and other bathroom stuff and then get in bed. We both scramble to the middle and Robby wraps his arms around me like always, and then a long kiss. We ask how each other's afternoon and evening went, Robby thankfully leaving out the lurid details of his sex with Ryan, although he does mention they only did it once because he's saving himself for me tomorrow; mostly he and Ryan were studying. I don't suggest that since he's only had one climax tonight, we have sex together because Robby's taking his new 'in-charge' status seriously and I'll let him decide when our next sex will be. I've decided that this is sort of cute, seeing Robby handling his new dilemma. Better him than me for once. Plus, I remember his lecture this morning and I don't want to get him so upset he feels he needs to give me another one... haha. It was a very emotional thing for both of us, but I think even more emotional for him. I fall asleep in Robby's arms thinking about tomorrow. I'll need to work a shift at Stop & Shop, but I already know Chubby won't be in till late tomorrow night because a couple of their group's girlfriends arranged a crunch-time cramming night for final exams with their boyfriends. Six or eight of them in all, and it's supposed to be a serious time, but three or four college boyfriends and girlfriends getting together sounds suspiciously like a party. Chubby can take care of himself quite well though, so I'm not worried about him doing well in the finals. I've got a great evening with Robby ahead of me, but first is my lunch date with his boyfriend... haha, that sounds like a strange deal to me, but that's what we got going for us and I'm on board 'cause in some ways it's interesting and I want to see where this train is heading. Where Robby's leading I'm gonna follow for a bit cause Robby's got my number for now, and at the moment I got the super-hots for him so bad it's sick! Which is fun; not all of it, but some of it feels like an adventure to me.
Late class on Thursdays, so we get to sleep late Friday morning, and then we're almost late for class. Another review day in both our Thursday classes and that's getting old, but we both pay attention 'cause this is where it's at; the final is a third of our grade and you don't want to fuck that up. Plus, the end of the semester is near so we're psyched about that. After our first class Robby gives me his book and the keys to his pickup. "Do some good at lunch, Dylan. I'm counting on you 'cause I'm really hoping you two can be friends. Wouldn't it be great if the three of us could hang-out together and enjoy each other's company. It'd be awesome." I'm upbeat, "Leave it to me, Robby. Everything will go fine. See ya at last class." He rubs my hair, asking, "Wasn't this the best haircut I ever gave you, Dylan?" I reassure him for the tenth time that it is, and think how cute it is that even though he's working at the fake dominance thing he can't resist seeking my approval. Asking about the haircut wasn't what he was asking. I take it as a metaphor that he's asking if this arrangement is okay. It's stupid actually, but I love Robby and care about his happiness so I'll give him as much leeway as I can. You know that old saying, "enough rope to hang himself". That's a metaphor too. Then I'm off to meet Ryan, my twin, at Robby's pickup. I know Robby told Ryan the same things he's told me about the two of us becoming friends, and he probably got the same type of response that I gave him. For a while I'm on Robby's train, like I've said. Just thinking that thought gives me a satisfying boner too... I'm pathetic with my submissive fetish, but it feels good too, the boner I mean. It's remarkable how you can perceive someone so differently in just a couple of days. That's what's happened to me after I saw Robby being dominant with Ryan, I wanted the same, and me wanting that must have turned a light on in Robby's brain telling him he should be the same with me as he is with Ryan. Maybe it was like a 'duh!' moment for Robby, and he then went ahead and laid it all out for me. Confronted me with the fact that he's got another boyfriend now and you'll - meaning me - need to deal with it. He didn't say it that blatantly, but that's what it comes down to. I whined about it for a little while, until he put me in my place yesterday morning and I looked at it from his side, and that's where we're at. Robby's holding all the cards at the moment and I don't mean that in a challenging way that it might sound like, like 'wait until I'm holding the cards!'. It's not like that. I'm going alone with this because it's making Robby happy. Having two boyfriends who both love you puts him in the driver's seat. I was in the driver's seat way back in time when Robby and Willie loved me, or thought they did. Now, even though Willie and Robby still say they love me, or think they do, I'm somehow not in the driver's seat anymore, but things have a way of turning around. So, I'll try being adaptable because I'm not only in love with Robby, but I'm also, oddly, in lust for him more than I was before. My plan is not complicated, I'm going to ride this out and see where it goes, and right now he wants me to be friends with his other boyfriend and I will do that. The whole situation is bizarrely different than anything I could imagine, and therefore bizarrely interesting too.
Meeting at the pickup, Ryan actually helps us get off to a good start, he gives a friendly, "Hi, Dylan," and holds out his fist for me to bump, which I do, saying, "I'll be your chef for today's lunch, your wish is my command." He chuckles, and asks, "Are we going to try outdoing each other to become friends?" I go, "I can only speak for myself and yes, that's what I'm all about, dude. I'll kiss your ass if necessary." He makes a face chuckling again, then says, "Yeah, that's a good way to start. How 'bout here, kiss my ass here and I'll give a good report to Robby." I bend over real quick and kiss his belt in the back, just above his sorta flat ass, and he goes, "Bingo, you get a good report." I press my luck and put my arm across his narrow shoulders, saying, "There's nothing I won't do to impress you, Ryan. My first goal is to convince you I'm not stuck-up, but that's just for starters. I've other devious ways to get you to like me." He goes, "Yeah, I can see you're devious alright, but I kinda like the way you roll. Awesomely good looking, but humble... yeah, that'll work. Maybe now I won't feel as inferior as I normally do around you." He says it jokingly, but I wonder if there's some truth in there too. I go, "Jeez Ryan, you're awfully cute yourself; we're twins dude. You and me, Robby's boys, and thrilled to be so. Right?" My arm still across his shoulder, and he hasn't tried to pull away in the least, in fact he puts his arm around my waist, looking in my face, saying again, "Damn, Dylan, I mean it, I like the way you roll, dude. Rob was right, I like you already, and like you said, we're Rob's twin boyfriends! The thought of being any kind of twin with you is kinda exciting." I go, "Are you ready for your gourmet lunch, sir?" He says, "Yes, Jeeves." I laugh a little, but who the fuck is Jeeves? Sounds like a butler's name though, so apparently Ryan's got some hot shit retorts in him too. Guess I got to admit Robby is right too, like Ryan just said, we are similar. This shouldn't surprise me all that much because why would Robby love two boys who are totally different? Except I guess I thought I did with Willie and Robby there for a while, but it's only Robby I truly love. I love Willie's sex and, come to think of it, Robby's getting a tiny bit closer to Willie's brand of sex each day; that'd be a helluva ride. And I feel surprisingly good as I say, "Well, lets go buy our hotdogs, Ryan, and I'll fix a us a lunch. How many hotdogs can you eat?" He goes, "I might be able to finish one." What the fuc....?
We drive to Stop & Shop, which is right down the road from Merrimack. Inside the store, I notice that a middle-aged woman and a few men retirees are doing the bagging and working the registers. That'll change around two-thirty or three o'clock when the high school and college kids take over. I tell Ryan, "I've worked here from the first semester on, not a bad job." He goes, "I'm lucky, my folks are kinda rich and they spoil me just a little bit with my allowance." That comment about being spoiled is kinda self-deprecating, and I like that trait, so another point in Ryan's favor; it'll be added to the one I gave him for not minding my arm across his shoulders. He follows me to the deli section, where I say, "You choose, Ryan. There's about twenty-five different hotdog packages, but not being a huge hotdog fan, except at the ballpark, I'm not familiar with most of these brands." He goes, "We don't have to have hotdogs, I just said that to Rob 'cause it was the first thing that came to mind. What would you like for lunch, Dylan?" I go, "How 'bout some ham and swiss cheese on rye?" He shrugs, muttering, "That's good by me, let's do it," and I'm like, "Hope I don't get in trouble for this." But I say it in a way that Ryan knows I'm goofing around. He says, "Oh, you're gonna get in trouble alright because I'm telling Rob you refused to buy me hotdogs and he'll take it out on your ass tonight." We make faces at each other, like we know we're kidding around. Taking a number at the deli counter, we wait our turn. When the man behind the counter finally asks, "What can I get ya?" I order a half pound of honey ham and a quarter pound of swiss cheese, "Both sliced thin, please". While the guy's slicing the cold cuts, Ryan says, "Rob tells me you reacted to that stand-up fuck of his the same way I always do." I ask, "He told you all about about him doing me that way?" Ryan laughs, and says, "Oh shit, now I'm the one who's gonna get in trouble, maybe I wasn't supposed to tell you that." I deadpan, "And I'm going to tell Robby that you mocked me too, and it hurt my feelings when you pointed at me and called me a wimp for crying out at the ball-crunching." He chuckles, "You're still gonna be in trouble for the hotdog fiasco." Geez, I kinda like him already. That damn Robby's apparently right about Ryan and me. When'd he get so brainy? Ryan goes, "Aren't those ball-crunches wicked painful though?" I say, "Tell me about it, and I guess I have you to thank for that too." Another shrug, "I thought it was a good idea at the time, they're a part of my past sexual experiences, but yeah they hurt. Of course when my climax is just on the verge of exploding and Rob squeezes my nuts, the cum flows out with force. Feels fantastic and I can't help but squeal like a girl, like you did," and he looks at me with a grin. I say, "Squeal like a girl, my ass! I squeal like a boy with an awesome climax flying out of my pecker, that what I sounded like". He mutters, " Yeah, I told Rob that's what I sound like too, but he insists it's a girl's squeal, like if a girl stepped barefoot on a mouse." Were talking low of course, our faces close together and bumping lightly together every now and then. He has nice clean breath, which is a good thing. Pretty teeth too, the perfect size for his mouth. And his mouth is various shades of pink colors and appears to be fresh and clean. He's appealing, I can see that. Plus, I like that he's always pushing his little round glasses up the bridge of his nose. Gives him a very youthful, boyish demeanor.
During the short ride to the apartment, Ryan says, "Rob called you 'the professional' when Tom was ragging on my haircut. Does that mean you taught Rob to cut hair?" I say, "Don't blame that on me! Haha. I've been cutting my friends hair for years and I'm uber good at it, too. Robby decided he wanted to cut my hair somewhere along the way, and it ain't been an easy road with haircuts for me since then, if ya know what I mean." Ryan says, "I'm telling him you said that!" and we both laugh. Then he asks, "You think you can do anything with the sides and back of my hair? I gotta go home this weekend and this haircut is kind of embarrassing." I go, "Sure thing," and reach over to feel his hair. Ryan leans his head towards me so I can feel the shorter messed-up hairs on the side of his round head; it's really soft hair. Reminds me of that kid's hair from Stop & Shop, Shaun Sullivan. He has the same soft hair, but his is kinda fuzzy where Ryan's is kinda thick and soft. Both have great heads of hair. I add, "Yeah, I can make it look like a professional haircut, better than most barbers nowadays." He goes, "Did ya ever make the mistake of going to SuperCuts with the woman barbers there?" I go, "No, but I've seen the mistakes on many a kid's head. Maybe they can cut woman's hair styles, but they're terrible barbers for guys." He says, "Hey, my mom's a barber at SuperCuts!" I blush a little, and start to backtrack, but Ryan's laughing, "Gotcha!" He says, "My mom doesn't work, she's a stay at home mom." I go, "I knew that!" In the apartment's parking lot, for once I find a decent parking spot, probably because I'm with somebody; on my own there's never a good spot. When we're out of the pickup, Ryan asks, "Can I bum a cigarette from you, Dylan? I've been learning to smoke 'cause Rob smokes, and I haven't started buying my own yet, which I know ain't too cool." I ask, "Do ya gotta do everything he does?" Ryan nods his head up and down real fast, going, "Yep 'cause he's my hero," in an exaggerated way, trying to be funny. He's a real clown. He adds, "No, not everything Rob does, but it looks cool to smoke. At the same time, if Rob didn't smoke I wouldn't either. Hey, maybe I do do everything he does." I hand him a cigarette, and after holding the lit lighter out for him and then lighting my own cigarette, I say, "We got it bad for Robby, I guess." Ryan takes a little drag and blows it right out, like Ray smoked the last time I saw him. Ryan says, "Being serious for a second, I never knew what love is until I fell for Rob. He's like a God to me. Ouuuu, I love him so much it hurts sometimes. Just being with him is a thrill for me, so thanks for sharing him with me, Dylan." I take a drag and as the smoke's coming out, I say, "It wasn't my idea, I can assure you of that. I'm jealous as hell, but what can I do... he loves you, in a way." "Yeah, it must be hard on you, not that I'm giving him up." I go, "Me neither, dude, but if there has to be a twin boyfriend, you're a pretty cool twin," and I punch his arm so that it doesn't come off too corny. And, at the same time, I realize it is good that it's Ryan, and not some obnoxious guy I can't stand. Hey, that's exactly what I thought about Ryan until I got to know him. Damn! Ryan grins, muttering, "Thanks, same to you, Dylan".
I ask Ryan how he happened to hook up with Robby in the first place. He goes, "Well, it wasn't easy. The first time I saw him I was in lust for him. I'd joke around with him sending out signals, which he never picked up on, but he also never dumped on the topic of gays when I'd insinuate something sorta gay. So it kept my hopes up. Like, I'd say to him that he's better looking than any girl I've ever seen, and so are you, Dylan, by the way. Even with a comment like that, Rob never accused me of being a fag or anything. Not even when I'd make semi-lewd comments. And one day I just came out and said if he's ever horny I'd blow him. It's the riskiest thing I've ever done in my life. My two other sex partners both came on to me. Of course, if the shit hit the fan I'd tell Robby I was joking about blowing him, get real! Ya know, that sort of thing. But still, it was risky." I ask, "What'd Robby say?" Ryan goes, "Oh, he laughed it off, but that encouraged me and it became something I'd say to him every time I saw him, and one day Rob looked me in the eyes, and said, 'I'm horny today'. One thing led to another and I got to suck his cock, it's surprisingly short, isn't it?" I go, "I'm telling!" and we chuckle. Ryan goes on, "Anyway, then I began nagging him to fuck me. Neither of us threatened to tell anyone else about me blowing him, which encouraged me to nag him to fuck me, and he finally relented, fucked me hard and we grew together after that" I take a drag, muttering, "Interesting," and he says, "Yeah, and he talks about you all the time. I never expect him to love me nearly as much as he loves you, but I can try, can't I?" I smile at him, saying, "You sneaky devil, I'm gonna have to turn up my Robby-attention meter 'cause you're quite an adversary, dude." He smiles with another muttered, "Thanks, you too," and we drop that topic with me realizing Robby was truthful about everything he's told me about Ryan, how they met and how it went from there. Damn, maybe I'm the only liar in the group. I lie by omission mostly, not a lot of outright lies... just now and then. We finish our smokes while telling each other what we like best about Robby, we're a mutual admiration society of Robby's. Inside I fix our sandwiches and serve them with a spear of dill pickle and potato chips, with a can of coke. "Fancy," says Ryan. He's a very polite eater too, he eats with his mouth closed, which I always appreciate. Like Robby said, he's a cute kid. When we're done, Ryan takes a big breath and says, "Um, I asked Rob what he thought about an idea I had. An idea I had if our lunch went really well. Anyway, it has gone really well. So, first off Rob was leery of my idea, then he thought about it and for some reason he gave in and agreed, that's if you agree too of course. Um, and...", Ryan trails off. Thenhe puts his head right on the kitchen bar, his face really goes into a deep blush. I go, "What? What is it?" He groans, "I can't ask, I thought I could, but I just can't." I'm like, "What? Me fixing your haircut? Is that it? I already said I would." He picks his head up and goes, "No, it's not that. Please forget I ever started this! I feel so stupid right now. Not because of you, Dylan. It's me, my dumb idea!" I'm shaking my head, "You got me real curious, Ryan. Come on, tell me." Another deep breath, and without looking at me, he says real fast, "Okay. It's this: As I told you I've only had two other gay sex partners. They're quite a while in the past and then I met Rob and fell head over heels for him. With the first two, and now with Rob, I've always been the bottom, never even once the top, and I thought if we get along really well, and because Rob said you like to bottom, I thought maybe my idea might go a long way towards us becoming gay friends." Then looking at me now, he finishes with, "Ya know, if you let me try it with you just once so I'm not a virgin in that way any longer, but it's a stupid idea and I'm sorry I even had it. I'm humiliated to be so hung up on that need, and Rob says he's the dominant boy in our relationship, and he certainly is, and he says he's not supposed to bottom. Please, please forget I mentioned it!" I have a good idea why Robby finally thought it might be a good idea: it's for the same reason he set me up with Dodger when Robby's shoulder prevented him from having sex... he wants me keeping it the family, so ta speak. Hmmm, let's see what happens. I grab behind Ryan's neck for a little squeeze, saying, "Jesus! That was a long way around the subject. Yeah, I'll go along with you just for the helluvit, and because I ain't getting much fro you know who, but are you thinking of the spanking part too?" He peeks up at me again, asking, "Really? You'll really let me?" I sarcastically mumble, "How can I resist?" He's grinning to beat the band now, then makes a face like he's probably going too far by asking, "Can I do it like, Robby does us?" I go, "Holy shit! Give an inch to this kid and he takes a mile! Buddy sex can be fun, no complications usually. Well, don't push it too much, but as I just mentioned, our mutual boyfriend has been favoring you with his time lately, and I ain't been getting a fair deal here. So you'll be Robby's substitute." He says, "You're awesome, Dylan! Rob's right, he's always telling me you're awesome and you are." With a smiling smirk, I go, "I already knew I was awesome, dude."
Well, this is totally unexpected, I must admit. I go, "Hey, you're sure Robby's good with this, right?" Ryan does that too fast head-nod up and down, "I asked him twice and he didn't seemed thrilled, but he said to ask you. That he'll go along with what you decide." I go, "Did you nag him?" but I say it in a comical way. He goes, "I nagged big time!" Hmmm, this isn't some kind of ploy on Robby's part, is it? I actually don't think it is. Well, let's see: Ryan's kinda small so he probably can't slap my ass like Robby does, hope not anyway. What an unexpected turn of events though. Jesus! I ask, "Shall we do the haircut fix-up first?" Ryan says, "If you don't mind." I get the clippers, saying, "Ya better take your shirt off," as I'm pulling the bar stool over and tapping the seat indicating where Ryan should sit. He pulls his shirt over his head and sits up on the stool. "This won't take long, Ryan," as I'm checking out the damage, then I tell him, "I'm going to use the quarter-inch guide on the sides and back, tapering the hair to the half-inch hairs on top; that's what a burr haircut's all about. Some guys go whitewall on the sides with burr haircuts, but I don't recommend that although it looks good on some." He goes, "You're the expert. How'd ya get into barbering?" I tell him about Chubby and me growing up and then add, "Plus, I like any opportunity to mess around with cute guys, and I did even before I realized I was gay." I already told him a brief history of that earlier, when we were exchanging our gayness histories. Running the clippers up the sides and tapering it out to a half inch at the top of his head eliminates all of Robby's shingles on the sides and back. Then a little repair work with the trimmers and the result is a very good burr haircut. I tell him, "The bathroom's through the bedroom there, go on in and use the handheld mirror to check yourself out." Ryan say, "Aww, no intimate aspects to your haircuts? Robby does intimate haircutting." I go, "Dude, I invented the intimate haircut," and get my arm around his neck, then my face and lips match his and I do a long sloppy kiss that gets Ryan pulling on his dick. When I pull away there's a slurping sound as our lips suck apart, he's an awesome kisser though, what a surprise that is. Ryan goes, "Holy shit, did you learn that from Robby?" I go, "We taught each other. Intimate enough for ya?" He goes, "One more would be perfect," so we do another with both his arms around my neck this time, and my dick wakes up because, like I said, this kid has a unique way of kissing. "Whoa," I go, "Did Robby teach you that?" mimicking Ryan, who says, "Yep, he did." I go, "Jeez, you're as horny as me," and Ryan says, "I'm always horny, ain't it awesome?" I go, "Yeah, it is, but a little frustrating at times." He goes in the bathroom and comes out after checking his haircut, muttering, "A fucking miracle, Dylan. Looks just like I envisioned when I told Robby I'd like a burr haircut." I go, "Good, but look at the time, Ryan. We only got twenty minutes before class." He says, "Okay, but can we do a short version of the stand-up fuck?" I go, "Yeah, but cut the dialog part, okay? You just want to get your peewee in my ass, right?" He's like, "That's what I want very badly to do, yes. But I don't have a peewee, I got a pretty good dick." I ask, "Isn't it great being gay?" He does the quick up and down nodding again, saying, "Oh yeah!"
Ryan's not seeming awkward or uncomfortable at all about this, as he pulls out a condom. I say, "You don't need to use it if you don't want to," and he asks, "Really? Rob always uses one, and with my other two experiences it was the same thing, always a condom." I go, "Whatever you want, but Robby never uses one with me." He mutters, "Oh, yeah. He told me that the other night." Yeah, and I heard him say it too, but I'm not mentioning that, and I already knew he doesn't have a peewee in his pants. His dick is very much like Ray's. About five inches with some heft to it; nice dick actually. He says, "No condom, even better, another first for me," and as if it's no big deal, he pulls his pants down to his thighs, going, "After you've sucked me off, I'll just go right into the fuck if it's alright with you." I go, "Cool!" In case ya didn't know, I'm a huge fan of buddy sex. Getting on my knees, I need to bend my head down to take his dick in my mouth because he's short. When I get his member covered in saliva, I work on just the head of this beauty of a penis. Very clean smelling boy and I am able detect a scent from Ryan, but it's faint, although pleasant enough. Still, Robby's right, it's not particularly sexy. While I'm happily sucking his cock Ryan does what Robby does, plays with my head rubbing my short hair, my cheeks and my shoulders. After a minute he says, "Wow, you're good, this is only the second time someone's sucked my dick; really feels wonderful. You're an awesome sport to help me out here, Dylan." I hold his firm, slippery cock between my fingers, and say, "Actually, this is fun for me. I'm not ashamed to say I love sucking a cute boy's cock, and you got yourself a good one." He says, "I should have known you'd be awesome from the way Rob talks about you." I say, "Hey, thanks and right back at you," so he quickly says, "Does Rob talk about me?" What the hell, I'll lie a little, "He's talked about you, sure. You're his boyfriend too, aren't you?" Ryan's glowing openly, and like I said, he's a likable kid, well, he's no kid, unless I am too. It doesn't take long to suck his cock into a boner. I get up, saying, "That should do very nicely," then I take a liberty and cradle his nuts in my hand. He goes, "Go ahead, squeeze them," so I do and his face scrunches up. "Damn, I'm getting to like that, like I used to," he goes with a giggle, then calmly says, "Turn around and pull your pants down. I'll see if I can do you half as good as Robby." When I do that he gets his hands under my sweat shirt and rubs my nipples until they're erect and hard; feels good. It also feels good that he's leaning against my ass with his boner pointing up, pinned against my buttocks. He's almost four inches shorter than me so I'll need to squat down a bit if I want the full five inches up my ass. With my nipples erect he steps to the side and slaps my ass a half dozen times, getting one butt cheek stinging enough that I reach back and rub it. He goes, "Wish I could really give this hot ass of your's the full treatment, but we don't want to be late for class, so here goes," and he reaches around and squeezes my nuts much harder than I squeezed his and I scream out, from surprise almost as much as from the pain. "Jesus Christ, Ryan. That hurt like hell, dude." He's giggling, muttering, "Sorry, but that's how Robby does me, so ya know, I thought.... anyway I'm sorry, I won't do it again until you're ready to cum." I go, "Damn!" as the pain fades slightly, but's still present enough that I've forgotten about my smacked ass.
He puts the head of his cock against my anus, then asks, "Can you scoot down a little?" I go, "Oh yeah, I meant to do that but my brain is just now recovering from the wicked ball crunch. Does Robby squeeze your nuts that hard?" He goes, "That's a good level for my boner," as I'm bending my knees, lowering my ass. Then he says, "Yeah, Rob squeezes my nuts that hard, but he didn't start out that hard, just worked his way up to it and it's still not as hard as my nuts have been crushed in the past." I mutter, "Well, I'm a beginner. How'd you guys get into the ball-crunching?" Ryan goes, "Oh, I asked him to do it, but I don't know where I ever got that idea." I know the answer to that because Robby told me he put the idea in Ryan's head, but I was curious what Ryan would say. He gets the head of his cock inside my ass, saying, "Oh man! This feels so fucking good!" Feels good to me too, as it's been over three days since Robby did me last time. I go, "It feels good to me too, Ryan." He's very excited, "Oh man! I can't believe I'm finally doing this! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He pushes in some more, muttering, "Damn, this is tight." I mumble, "Maybe we should have used some lubricant." He's like, "Yeah, the condoms are lubricated, but would you mind if I see what it's like to go bareback?" "Be my guest, Ryan," and he grunts, pushing his cock up my ass until I feel his pubic hairs tickling my buttocks cheeks. He pulls back and struggles a little pushing it back up, "Am I hurting you?" he wants to know. "Nah, it's good," I tell him and the third time he's pushing back inside me, he goes, "God, this feels good, no wonder Rob likes it so much!" "Going in easier, huh?" I ask. He's like, "Oh yeah," as he begins a steady fuck, blowing air between his lips noisily. Three minutes and he reaches around and squeezes my nuts again. My squeal is shrill, then, "Ryan!" He's like, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I got carried away. I'm used to Robby doing that." His fuck is feeling fine though and my dick's taken notice and is getting stiff. I squeeze my rectum muscles against his boner and he lets out a moan, then, "I ain't gonna last long, Dylan. This is so hot." He's wraps his arms around my stomach now and picks up the pace with the side of his face against my back. "Ohh," he goes, "This is the best, and you smell as good as Robby. Different, but just as sexy." I mutter, "Thanks," but I'm getting short of breath because he's doing a hell of a job for his first fuck. No extra hip movement or particularly hard thrust, but it's a nice regular fuck, that is, except for the occasional ball-crunching. Now he's got a good fast rhythm going and my cock is hard, pointing up. I'm puffing out air and grunting with each of his thrusts. I can't help but push back at his thrusts as precum appears on the head of my boner. What the hell, I start stroking myself and the stroking along with Ryan fucking me is double the pleasure, and out comes a moan of pleasure from me, "Oooh, ahhhh, oh God!" Ryan's grunting and then he gets frantic and slams himself against me, making a sound similar to the one he made when I watched Robby fuck a climax out of him. He's doing little hip thrust with his cock way up my ass, pumping his boy juice inside me as I grit my teeth and stroke my cock. Another long hard thrust up my ass with a low groan from Ryan's throat gets cum squirting from my cock, then a long stream of creamy cum gets me doing a low squeal as I concentrate on not making an ass of myself by squealing louder. My whole body shudders and the sizzling sensations from my cock spread to my stomach; my ass feels like goose bumps have popped up there. Ryan keeps fucking my ass fast in his own spunk, bumping his forehead against my back, then I feel him biting my sweatshirt moaning; maybe he's also trying not to make embarrassing sounds of pleasure. I mean, after that first squeal of his he probably got embarrassed just like I did. Another minute of Ryan fucking me, and me stroking my boner, and Ryan lets out a long exhale. One last hump up my ass, then he pulls his cock out and we're both stroking our hard organs. Breathlessly, he says, "You rock, Dylan... that was beyond belief."
Standing beside him with my arm across his shoulders, we stroke our cocks lazily, as I ask, "Was this a better climax then when Robby fucks a climax out of you?" He goes, "Um, because I know it's Robby fucking me, my climaxes seems better than this one, but this one was better than any in my past experience." I go, "Maybe you're a 'top' at heart. I get my best climaxes being fucked; I'm a true bottom, submissive too." He says, "I like being submissive myself, so maybe you can't be submissive and be a top." I shrug, then say, "Certainly not long term, but you proved a submissive bottom can fuck another boy and make him cum, dude. You just did it and it felt really good. You did a hell of a job in less than ten minutes." He says, "I was watching the clock, it was only eight minutes. Would you ever let me do this again with you? I can be more dominant, I just know it's in me." I say, "Why don't we just think about it for awhile?" And I can't help but wonder if this is going to make Robby jealous, or what. He's been unpredictable of late, so I'm curious. I go, "Lets see what our boyfriend has to say." He's like, "Oh yeah! That's what I meant. But, um, could you be a little more submissive next time? Pleeeeze." I laugh, but I think he means it, but I sarcastically say, "Oh sure, that's what I'll do... haha." Then he's real serious, "I'm never doing anything that might get Robby mad at me, of course, but buddy sex is okay as far as you and Robby, right? I mean, Robby has two boyfriends so obviously it is. Hey, did you know I'll be working with you this summer?" I confirm that, "I did know that. Welcome aboard." We go into my bathroom and wash our dicks and our hands. I wipe Ryan's cum off my ass, then wad some tissue to put in my jockey shorts before pulling up my pants. "That's a nice cock ya got there, Dylan. Would you ever want to fuck me?" I say, "Sure, maybe you and me can talk Robby into a three-way. Wouldn't that be hot?" He's doing the head nod to the affirmative, muttering, "Uber hot..." I say, "We got nine minutes to get to class, lucky we're basically right across the street." Still, we run down the steps and over to the pickup. "This was fun today, don'cha think?" I go, "Yeah, I do, plus it'll be fun seeing how Robby's going to be surprised how much we got to liking each other." As I drive out of the parking lot, Ryan's saying, "Nah, he probably expected it. That's what he told me anyway." "Yeah, he told me too," is my reply. I just make the yellow light and a minute later we're on campus. No luck with finding a close parking spot, of course, so I park in a spot without lines at the end of the line of legally parked cars, and we make it to our individual classes on time. Later, Robby gives me the biggest smile, and while rubbing my back absently, he asks, "How'd it go?" I say, "Well, I've got tissue in my underwear soaking up cum. That'll give you a clue..."
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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