DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 46
by Donny Mumford
Friday afternoon and early evening were great for Robby and me, and then we left the apartment and things went downhill fast from there. Two fucked-up attempts to have diner at a nice restaurant and then, when we finally give-up on a regular restaurant and decide to just get a pizza, we ran into Ryan and his friend, Felix. For me things deteriorated after that, but maybe not to a disastrous level because I managed to keep my cool, and maybe Robby's learned a lesson. What that lesson is, I'm not quite sure. It certainly sucked for me, especially the part were Robby slipped in a quick fuck on Ryan's flat ass. To Robby'a credit he confessed this slippage during our awkward ride home and I managed not to blow a major gasket, but when we get home Robby's feeling guilty and therefore acting the sad sack role, probably feeling sorry for himself at the same time. At least that's basically what I do whenever I get caught screwing around and being unfair to Robby. It's almost midnight now and I need to get some sleep because I'll be up by eight tomorrow morning; I've got to work my Saturday shift at Stop & Shop. We're mostly quiet puttering around in our bedroom getting undressed and using the bathroom, with the drunk stumbling into me and apologizing for it. I get in bed first and then Robby turns out the light a few minutes later and climbs in after me. I mutter, "Goodnight, Robby," and he asks, "Don't you want me to hug you, and what about a goodnight kiss?" Oh fuck! I'm surely not in the mood, but we both slide to the middle of the mattress and Robby gets his arms around me, then does a nice toothpaste-breath kiss on my lips. "I'm really, really sorry I let Ryan talk me into that, Dylan. Today was suppose to be our day and it was great until I messed-up. Are you terribly mad at me?" He's basically doing that thing the lady in Stop & Shop did when she rudely used her carriage to cut-off and butt in front of a man who was about to get in line for check out. Now that she's at the front of the line, she exclaimed how sorry she is. I guess in today's world you do whatever you want, and then say you're sorry which makes it all okay. Plus, if that's that not enough in Robby's case, he also wants me to convince him I'm not mad at him. And that, along with him saying he's sorry, will further be proof he didn't actually do anything all that wrong. Actually, compared to things I've done he didn't do anything all that bad, but I can't help milking the situation just a little. I go, "Mad at you? Why on earth would I be mad at you? I mean, we have the kind of relationship where both of us can experiment with other boys." He goes, "Yeah, and we have that arrangement so we'll know we made the right choice with each other, which we already know we have, but just in case... or, um, right?" I go, "I'm pretty sure it's something like that". He says, "I'm so impressed you're being cool about my lack of willpower, but I'm hating on myself for doing that. Still, today was suppose to be just you and me so I feel really fucking guilty about screwing it up." Now he apparently wants me to try cheering him up when he's the one that's been a prick tonight. I mutter, "I'm real tired Robby, is it okay if we go to sleep now?" He like, "Oh yeah, sure, I'm tired too and to be honest my head is spinning. I can't drink!" No shit, but that's the last thing I'm aware of until now, at eight-fifteen in the morning. Oh goodie, I'm going to be late for work too if I don't get my ass moving. I didn't drink last night so no hangover and so I can get my ass moving and take a quick shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, grab Robby's keys to the pickup, check on Robby who hasn't stirred, and I'm out the door... no coffee, and nothing for breakfast, and I'm frazzled. Not a good way to start the day.
Making it to work with three minutes to spare requires me running two yellow light, but I make it. Checking-in at the office and then grabbing my apron, and while putting it on, Rudy says, "Donny, you're looking good as always. It must be a bitch fighting off all the college girls who throw themselves at you." I force a laugh, mumbling, "Not really," and he goes, "You're bagging for the first hour and forty-five minutes on register ten with Shawn Dunlevy; he'll be working the register." I go, "Do I take my break after that?" He's halfway down the steps when he yells back, "Of course..." and he's gone. Fast moving guy. I hope Rudy got the the name right for the boy I'll be working with; hopefully it'll either be Shaun Sullivan or Cory Dunlevy, so either will work okay as far as I'm concerned. Then I'm down the steps to the main floor and looking at the lines of registers... surprise, it actually is Shaun working the register; Rudy got Shaun's first name right for once; this is the second time this week Shaun and I will be working together. Tying the apron around my waist as I walk toward Shaun, I'm thinking maybe things will start going my way today. The apron we wear aren't the kind a woman would wear in the kitchen, by the way. Stop & Shop aprons are dark green and made of a soft canvas-like material and seem masculine somehow. A loop goes over the head and the apron reaches just below my crotch with two big pockets in front. Hard to describe actually, but all of us part timers wear one and no one complains about it. Catching Shaun's eye, I give a little flip of my hand in greeting and he shoots me with his forefinger, then goes back to bagging the groceries he's just rung up on the register. I give him a pat on the shoulder when I get to him, "I'll take over, Shaun, how you doing today?" He steps back to the register and accepts some money from the customer, then gives change, saying to me, "I'm good, Dylan. You ready for a Saturday morning at Stop & Shop?" I go, "Not really, but I guess I'd better be." I glance up and see three carriages in our line waiting to be checked-out. Shaun and I don't get a chance to talk at all because it's a typically busy Saturday morning. We get relieved at quarter to eleven and I say, "I gotta grab a donut and a coffee; I didn't have anything to eat this morning." Shaun walks down to the take-out counter with me and he gets a coffee too. We pay, then take our drinks and my donut outside to the smoking bench where I discover Shaun's a coffee-slurper. He makes that slurping sound by sucking too-hot coffee off the top of his paper cup, saying, "Hot!" I bite my donut, muttering, "Duh! Ya think?" Lighting a cigarette, Shaun says, "Hey, I think there's a gay kid in my homeroom; one I never suspected of being gay." I go, "Oh yeah?" and he's like, "Yeah, I glanced over his shoulder during study hall yesterday and he was reading OUT magazine. That's a clue, isn't it?" I've never heard of the magazine, but I say, "I'll say! Is he cute?" Shaun slurps more coffee; if he wasn't almost adorable, the slurping would be annoying. He goes, "Nah, but he's got great lips and a nice ass. Oh yeah, he also has dandruff." I go, "Major turnoff there, dude," and he asks, "Ya ever cut anyone's hair with dandruff?" I mutter, "That'd be a big fat, NO!" Shaun chuckles, "Are we still on for Tuesday after our shift?" "For your haircut? Yeah, ya wanna stay for some dinner afterwards?" Another slurping drink of his coffee and a drag on his cigarette, then, "I can't stay for dinner, but can we mess around some?" I told him the other day that he's too young for me, and I told Robby I had no plans to do anything sexy with Shaun during the haircut, but that was before Robby fucked Ryan last night. And of course, there was no lovers fuck from Robby last night or this morning; another Robby promise bites the dust. So, with that in mind, I ask, "Do ya wanna mess around?" He goes, "I already more or less told you I do. You know, the other day when you said I was a little boy," and he laughs a little. I go, "I never fuckin' said that! Yeah, I'd like to mess around with you," and I rub my hand in his hair. This time he exaggeratedly leans his head over towards me. We both laugh because we talked about him pulling his head away the first time I touched his head.
It's amazing how certain guys can easily relate to each other and quickly become friends, and it's so difficult with others. And I don't necessarily mean just gay friends, any two guys. Some boys you just warm up to quickly, and that's what's apparently happening with Shaun and me. Aren't I the lucky one though. He seemed so aloof before, but when we finally got talking we discovered we like each other. I wonder if that's what happened to Robby and Ryan? And why can't I get them two out of my mind? Shaun tells me his brother's not coming with him. The younger teen wants to see how Shaun's haircut turns out before he'll take a chance on the free haircut, and his folks probably pay for his haircuts anyway, so 'free' isn't an incentive to him. Shaun works and obviously pays for his haircuts himself; of course, I'm just guessing about all this. I go, "No problem, let him go SuperCuts for another cookie-cutter haircut". And then we get laughing exchanging a few lewd comments, and risqué double entendre regarding our messing around together after his haircut. Good thing his younger brother's not going to be in attendance for that. Shaun even gives me a grab at my junk, which got me looking around to see if anyone's watching us. Nothing to worry about with that though, and we walk back in the supermarket with me squeezing the back of Shaun's skinny neck. I'm psyched for Tuesday now. If Chubby or Robby are present, however, all bets are off, and I mentioned that to Shaun. He goes, "Here's hoping your roommates are busy Tuesday afternoon." Actually there's a fairly good chance they will be, especially Robby now that Ryan's openly in the picture. That thought increases my anticipation of some sexy time with Shaun, while at the same time it eases my conscience about inaccurately telling Robby I had no sexy plans regarding Shaun. After break Shaun is bagging for a heavy set kid named Rex and I'm on stock room duty. Rita assigns me to shelving many boxes of Campbell soup cans. Easy work, but boring. That's until Matthew Flowers comes up behind me, asking, "Have you been on your break yet, Dylan?" I go, "Hey, Matthew, how ya doing?" Then, "Yeah, I had break already, sorry," and he says, "Damn, I guess I'm stuck with fat Albert. He's out there smoking now." I ask, "Do you smoke?" He says, "When I can afford them, but it's not a regular thing with me; mostly just at parties where other kids are smoking. I can take 'em or leave 'em, ya know?" I mumble, "No, I don't know 'cause I'm hooked on the habit. I'm going to quit when I graduate college." He says, "Good luck with that. Hey, I broke up with my girlfriend." "Aww, too bad, Matthew. At least you can get your haircut anyway you want now." He chuckles, muttering, "I'd get it cut anyway I want with or without her approval, the bitch." I ask, "Did she drop you?" Matthew shrugs, "More of a mutual agreement. She's horny and I wasn't up for that so much, if you know what I mean. I just don't get excited about doing it with her." I'm sitting on the floor putting cans of soup on the bottom shelf, looking up at Matthew and nodding my head like I'm sympathizing with him. I mumble, "Well, you know I'm gay, so if you want to try that, I'll be more than happy to oblige." He shrugs again, mumbling back at me, "That's crossed my mind ever since you told me you're gay. It sorta hit home a little. I'm not saying I'm gay, so don't get me wrong, but I have thought about it every once in a while." He does a nervous laugh, and adds, "God, I can't believe I just said that to you. I've never uttered a single word of that thought to another soul. Jeez, it must be you." I smirk, saying in a funny way, "Guys can't resist me, Matthew, it's not your fault." He rubs my hair, saying, "I'll try to, how's that?" I go, "Aww, don't try too hard." He changes the subject. "When ya gonna give me my free haircut?" Still stocking the soup cans, I go, "Well, I'm going home for the weekend and I've got an appointment Tuesday to give a haircut to another kid, so how 'bout Thursday?" He says, "How 'bout Monday?" I shake my head, "I'm not working Monday." He says, "I've got a car, I'll come over when you're out of class. I'm working the uber early shift all next week." "Here's what we'll do," and I give him my cell phone number telling him to call me Monday about one o'clock and we'll make plans. He says, "Good deal. I'll do that. I'm gonna grab a soda. See ya later, Dylan," and another head rub. Man oh man, things are actually starting to go my way and it's about time too. The thing is, I don't know when my day with Robby will be next week so I need to work around that. I'm thinking it's been too long since my last sexy adventure on the side, and that hits home especially hard to me since Robby's getting it on with Ryan regularly, so I need me some alley-catting around to even the playing field.
At one o'clock I drop off my apron and sign out. As I'm going down the steps Cory Dunlevy's coming up. He's taking one step at a time, so I ask, "What happened, Cory?" He looks up and blushes for some reason, then says, "Oh, I twisted my ankle in gym class Wednesday. The fucker's killing me, Dylan. Rudy says he'll put me on the register and bagging so I don't need to move around much." I'm like, "Sorry, to hear that. Damn, I wanted to go blowing again." He asks, "Would ya give me you're email address, maybe we can hook up this summer some time. You don't live that far from here." I go, "Cool," and I tell him how to contact me. He says, "Your email address is easy enough to remember. Um, I wish we'd met earlier in the year, you're an good guy, Dylan. It was cool the other night." I'm like, "Dude, I agree, but there's always next semester. I'll be back at Merrimack in September and working here again too, I hope." Cory nods his head while mysteriously blushing again, then asks, "Ah, um, do you know Connor's email address?" I say, "Yeah," and give it to him. He knows Connor's going in the Army ten days after last semester, so I guess he'll email him there. And that's awesome of him, Connor needs to know he's remembered. I pat Cory's shoulder, saying, "Have fun today, it's busy as hell." He smirks, "Saturdays are always a bitch, but not as bad as Sundays when the wives send their husband and the kids shopping. The husbands don't know what they're doing and it's a zoo." Going down stair slowly with Cory, I'm muttering, "Jeez, too bad I never work on Sunday, that sounds like a blast." He says, "It sucks, is what it does. See ya around, Dylan." I wave and say the same to him, and when outside I find Shaun waiting for me. He asks, "Any chance I can hitch a ride with you, Dylan. My mom texted me that our car won't start. She called AAA, but it'll be a while." I put my arm across his shoulders walking him to the pickup, saying, "Of course I'll give you a ride. Where do you live?" as I'm checking him out more closely. He's got the smoothest, pale skin on his semi-flat face, and real cute facial features. Almost a complexion like the Dickers boys, but no blush spots at the cheekbones. And there's also Shaun's awesome soft fuzzy hair that I like to touch. I wonder what the rest of him looks like, and if I'll find that out Tuesday. I'm quite interested now, as he leans into me like a gay boy should. I squeeze his shoulders, asking, in a semi-comical way, "In your vast gay sexual experience, have you found a position you prefer; as in 'top' or 'bottom'?" He laughs, "My gay sexual experience is limited to mostly oral sex with the exception of my last boyfriend, who was also my first boyfriend; he preferred I be on the bottom." I go, "Ya don't say..." Shaun adds, "Yep, I've been on the top, so to speak, only once in my long life." We get in the pickup as I'm going, "Hmm, very interesting. Did that topping experiences appeal to you?" He goes, "Before I answer, because I want to get the answer right, which do you prefer?" I start the pickup going, "Ah ha, you're versatile! That's uber convenient." He goes, "Probably I am, except I don't know exactly what you mean by that." Backing out of the parking space, I mumble, "You like both top and bottom, right?" He laughs, then says, "You didn't answer my question. It's your turn to answer, so what do you prefer." I go, "Well, I've been lucky enough, like you, to experience both and I do like one over the other." He laughs again, saying, "And, that is...?" I laugh myself now, a little embarrassed for some reason, but say, "Bottom, that's my preference, but it's not etched in stone or anything. I can go either way with the right boy." We're both covering all the bases and it seems the decision to mess around after the haircut has been raised from just a possibility to an accepted fact. He goes, "Oh, then I like to top best," and laughs because I get the impression he's a little desperate for any kind of gay sexiness. I say, "I lied, just to see what you'd say." He goes, "So did I 'cause I much prefer to bottom." Pulling out onto route 114 I say, "I lied again," and he goes, "I did too." So we got the nervous giggles a little bit, but I believe we're both happy something's going to happen after his haircut. I say, "We'll flip a coin, now where the hell do you live? Am I driving in the right direction?" He lives in North Andover, but about eight miles from my apartment. We drop the gay topic, having resolved that we're going to do it, and talk about each other a little. Just surface stuff, but it helps us get to know each other since we're apparently going to have some buddy sex together. He's a very good kid and what I like especially is that he doesn't mention anything negative about his gay nature. No angst about how tough it is being a gay teen or anything like that. He's comfortable being gay although, like me, only select people are in on that knowledge. That group will grow year to year until everyone who knows us will know we're gay.
After dropping Shaun off, I drive to the apartment where I find Robby still looking guilty about his fuck of Ryan in Felix's bedroom last night. I'm in a pretty good mood because of my conversations with Matthew and Shaun. As I've said, gay boys gravitate to each other, and although the book's still out on Matthew, the case is closed on Shawn. And Shaun's hotter than Ryan, which I kinda like, but that's not to say Ryan's chopped liver because he's pretty cool too although his habit of nagging Robby to get what he wants is a pain in the ass. He's a manipulator, and therefore I'm not taking him lightly. I give a cheerful, "Hiya, Robby. You look extra cute this morning." He does half a grin, asking, "You're not mad at me anymore?" I go, "Why, yes I am asa matter of fact, but I'm still happy to see you," and I give him a kiss, asking, "Chubby already leave?" Robby bites his lip, not sure if I'm still pissed or what, then he says, "Yeah, a couple hours ago. Um, what took you so long getting home?" I tell him about Shaun's car problem and Robby nods, saying, "Nice of you to help him out. Um, I've never done anything like I did last night before, and I don't like myself for doing that to you. I want you to know how bad I feel about that 'cause I'm really sorry. I worry about myself when I lose control and do something I know is wrong." Ah ha, the famous a guilt trip. I say, in a serious manner, "I know you're sorry 'cause I've been there myself a couple of times, and I was sorry too, but it's accent history, Robby". He asks, "Really?" I nod my head, "Yeah, let's forget about it and enjoy our weekend." He grins, muttering, "Thanks, Dylan," and I say, "I got a text from Vinnie while at work; he wants to know if I can give him a haircut this afternoon. Would you mind if I skipped going to the mall with you and Ryan?" He asks, "You'd trust me with Ryan after last night? I mean, I'm not doing anything with him because I'm saving myself for you tonight in the pickup, but I think it's cool you trust me. You know I can't drink! And you should have agreed and let me be the designated driver last night." As if that makes it okay, but I say, "You need to live with what you do, Robby, don't look for excuses. And anyway, I've got to trust you because I'm madly in love with you. What else can I do, and anyway we're not going steady now. I hope we are by September though." He goes, "I know, but last night was out of bounds; it was just wrong." I can't argue with that, so I just go, "Un huh," and Robby asks, "You want to have a good time in the pickup tonight?" He's getting over his guilty conscience a little because I'm not hammering him for his indiscretion. I go, "Whadda you think, Robby?" He hugs me and we do a kiss on the lips, then he mutters, "I think you do want a good time in my pickup tonight, that's what I think". God, he has the best sexy aroma about him, it gets my dick tightening up. He's got me in his arms and the truth is I can't resist him. Was I always like this? I try to ask something, but gulp, then try again, "Ah, Robby... do we need to wait for tonight?" He says, "Absolutely not. I didn't know whether you'd want to do it with me, so I was kinda worried about suggesting it." I go, "Worried? You're in charge, Robby; you snap your fingers and I come running," then I can't keep myself from adding, "or Ryan comes running." Robby says, "I'm sorry about that, Dylan, and I want to make up for it. You're being so understanding too. Thank you for that." I ask, "How's your hangover?" He says, "It's under control now 'cause I took one of those pain pills from when I had my separated shoulder, but my stomachs queazy. We go in the bedroom. And Robby asks, Can we do a one of our recreational fucks; doggy style maybe? I say, "Yeah, I like that too."
He didn't comment when I mentioned Ryan, so I take that to mean he doesn't think it's unusual I would say, You snap your finger and I come running, or Ryan comes running, and that's because twin boyfriends is an established fact by now, and Robby feels I've accepted it, and I guess I have convinced myself that for now I will accept it... for how long, I don't know. It's just I didn't realize how set in cement it was. It's Ryan and me as more or less equal boyfriends for Robby, except he's fucked Ryan more times than me this week and I'm the one he loves ten times more. Yeah, but he tried explaining that to me and himself too. Instead of focusing on the unfairness of that though, I cling to Robby, kissing him. He kisses back nicely, taking my clinging for granted too I guess, like he's not surprised by it. It's probably how Ryan's been with Robby for all these months they've been doing it. My arms around Robby's neck, I ask quietly in his ear, "How long have Ryan and I been twin boyfriends now, Robby?" He answers it as a serious question from one of his devoted boyfriends, confidently explaining, "Well, a lot longer then I let on to you initially, but since we're all on-board with my arrangement now, I can confirm it's been since March. Since the second week of baseball. It started before actual practices started so it's not some frivolous thing. Don't think I didn't given it a lot of thought before telling you about it. I wanted to make sure I was serious about Ryan; be sure he wasn't like my other two boyfriends on the side and easily discarded. Ryan means more to me than those boys ever did and it's weird that I feel that way because I can't explain it to myself; it just happened on it's own. Not what I had in mind when I let him blow me." Well I asked, but I didn't expect such a definitive answer, although it just verifies what I feared... Robby having two boyfriends is not a passing fancy for him, and the way he talks makes it clear he's hoping I'll be totally accepting of this, and I told myself I was a minute ago, but I didn't realize I actually meant it until now. The way I'm clinging to Robby indicates I've accepted things the way Robby wants them to be, but only on a temporary basis. But still, it's so only been one week, and a horrible week it was for me too, but if I accept it this easily what might I accept in a month? So far Ryan got the lion's share of sex, and I got the leftovers. Robby says, "You're being so wonderful, Dylan. I love the way you love me lately. It's like you're finally feeling the kind of love for me that I have for you." I go, "I've never been so hot for you, Robby, that's true, but that's not to say I wasn't hot for you before too. And of course I love you, but I did before too." He's peeling my arms from around his neck, saying, "Believe it or not, all the sex I've been having with my boyfriends just makes me want more. You'd think the opposite would be true, but it isn't in my case." He's unbuttoning my jeans and pulling my pants down to my knees. "You can take them off if you want, but I'm leaving mine on because I'm going to do one of my rabbit fucks on your ass. I'm suppose to meet Ryan at the Natick Mall at two-thirty." Balls, I take a deep breath hoping Robby doesn't realize how insensitive that was, because if he realizes it was insensitive and said it anyway I'd be hurt. And, as far as him wanting more sex the more he gets, that's what happened to me in Key West, so I don't find it hard to believe at all.
With my pants down to my thighs, I get on all fours and Robby absently gives my ass four, loud, hard smacks without even commenting on it. Instead he's saying, "Oh, since you and me do it this way I'm going to be consistent and do Ryan bareback from now on too. I mean, why not since he's a full-fledged boyfriend, but only you and Ryan get. Is that okay with you, Dylan?" I shrug, mumbling, "sure, why not. He's never done it without a condom." As I'm wondering who else is Robby fucking anyway, and where would he find the time? He unzips the fly of his jeans and pulls out his cock stroking it, then steps in front of me holding his pecker and I automatically open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Without comment, Robby lays his cock on my tongue and I slurp the head inside my mouth and suck that suckers until his cock is hard from it's head to it's root. Pushing it up against his jeans, I lap his nuts and lick up the shaft, then back to sucking his nuts until he says, "That's enough, please, it's awesomely hard and feeling oh so good." Then he says, "Turn around," and on all fours I do that and Robby gives my ass two more good, hard, whacks, saying, "Get your ass up a little, please," I do and he smacks my ass again, muttering, "It's good right there," and pushes the head of his cock inside and pulls it right out. "Dammit, I gotta pee again, Dylan. I'm sorry, but it's all the beer I had last night." He goes into our bathroom and I realize I'm almost shaking with desire for him as I lick my lips savoring the taste of his cock and balls. Am I still experiencing hot sexually arousing-needs from Willie's awesome fucking in Key West, or is it strictly because now I'm in competition for Robby with Ryan, and I want him more because of that? None of us knows what's in our subconscious mind, so I can't be sure. It's probably a little of each, plus Robby's definitely much less deferential to me then he used to be; he's more assertive now and that's usually a turn-on for me and it applies to Robby, or whoever, but especially to Robby. He's back, shaking his cock, then he rubs it around my face, smearing a random drop of pee, and I open my mouth again to re-suck his cock into another boner. It doesn't take much sucking as Robby rubs my newly barbered quarter-inch hair, murmuring, "I'm pleased with how your haircut turned-out, Dylan. I'm getting good, dude." He pulls his cock out of my mouth, saying, "Great, job of cock sucking," then with a chuckle, he adds, "Turn around again, Dylan. Sorry, and I know it'd be easier for me to walk around in back of you, but I'm gonna be incorporating more of the dominant crap I do with Ryan, with you too because I'm trying to please you. It's cool seeing my boyfriends do what they're told too." I get my ass end facing Robby and he really smacks my ass hard a couple more times, then he says, "I'm in the habit of giving a lot of ass slaps to Ryan, so I'll carry that over to you too and it'll seem like I'm more dominant. It's better if I treat you both the same so one of you doesn't feel he's being neglected. You want me to be dominant, right? I don't have to be wit you, ya know." I mutter, "Yeah I like you being dominant, it's hot." But I'm thinking, 'Oh man, something doesn't make any sense because he told me yesterday that he doesn't enjoy doing the rough stuff with me; not like he enjoys doing it to Ryan, and that's because Ryan wants it.' But then I remember telling him I like the spankings okay. I gotta be careful what I wish for. Still it is hot.
To clarify things, I go, "I want you to do exactly what you want to, Robby, cause that's the only way to be dominant in sex." He's like, "It all reinforces that dominant feeling in me too, Dylan. You know, like you've talked about so long, and anyway I've given you spankings before so it's not completely new to you. Oh my God, remember our reunion spanking?" I go, "Uh huh," but I want to feel his cock in my ass. He rubs my smacked ass, asking, "Do you like the new me, Dylan? You said I'm different now." Actually I do like this version of Robby, but it gets dicey because Ryan's my twin boyfriend and I spend too much time worried about that and being jealous when Ryan gets more attention than me, so the answer to Robby's question is more complicated then 'yes' or 'no', but I simply say, "Yes, I like the new you. You've been changing for a few months actually, but it's accelerated noticeably since you told me about Ryan being your boyfriend too." If I tried explaining why the answer to his question is complicated, it would sound like whining. My ass feels warm from the massaging Robby doing on it, then another loud, "SMACK, SMACK" get my ass hopping and me going, "Ow!" because the smacks are adding up. Robby pays no attention, instead he says, "Yeah, I began having a different attitude a few months ago. It started when I decided to just be myself and stop doing what I think you want me to do. That way wasn't working, and it just so happens Ryan loves to be submissive to me and that requires I be dominant and it's a developing thing, and so it works out that I'm pleasing you more too, which I care about tremendously. Surprising how well it's working out for all three of us. You and Ryan are submissive to me because you like doing that, and I'm getting into the whole dominant scene although I've probably got a lot to learn. You started it a long time ago actually, so you deserve a lot of the credit." Man, is Robby believing his own propaganda now? Or maybe it's how he really feels. I know all about the different phases us teens go through, this must be his dominant sex phase. Willie's, though, seems to be more permanent than just a phase, so who knows, maybe Robby's is going to be permanent too.
He's stroking his boner saying, "I'm hoping to get boners now from smacking your ass, just like I get them from smacking your twin's ass... haha. No, I'm kidding you, mostly," and he pokes the head of his boner in my ass again, asking, "You don't mind that I'll be doing Ryan bareback from now on, really?" I grunt at the feel of his cock head teasing my anus lips, pulling then back slightly and then stretching then forward a bit. I go, "Whoa, boy that feels good, Robby, and no, I don't mind. Ryan fucked me bareback." Robby pushes his cock in two inches as I go, "Ahhh...", and he smacks my ass hard again. He's got my right butt cheek really stinging, so each single smack is very noticeable now. He says, "Yeah, I know he did you bare, that's one of the reasons why I'm gonna go without a condom too. Last night was the first time I fucked Ryan that way, and it definitely felt better on my cock and Ryan went crazy feeling my cum in his rectum so it's a win-win thing. But still, I'm sorry as hell that I did that." Then a few pumps of his boner in my ass, and he adds, "God, I love seeing you on all fours anxious for me to fuck you," another whack on my ass, as he says, "Keep your ass up, Dylan! I don't need to tell Ryan that every two minutes. Okay, thats better," as I push my anus up and towards Robby. I desperate to be fucked! Robby goes, "That's better, now here we go, Dylan," He leans over me and grips my shoulders with both hands, then begins pile-driving my ass, his boner flashing to and fro in my rectum. I'm gasping already at the awesome sensations all through my ass as Robby reaches his hand under me and strokes my cock into a rock hard boner, never letting up with his humping hips. My head goes back as I groan, "Oh gawd... that feels good, Robby." My cock's dripping precum already; it's true, I need Robby more then ever it seems. I wish I could watch him fucking me, watch his cute face as he gets ready to cum up my ass. I'm bucking my hips as the sensations of climax increase in my cock and balls. All the sensitive nerves located there are alive and bubbling like water when it begins to boil, and I love it. Between closed teeth, I'm going 'Fuck me, Robby... fuck me harder." Then, with my mouth open, "Ah, oh, oh, oh!" as he jams his cock in me faster, every hump pushing me wildly on my hands and knees. Every muscle in my stomach and groin tighten as the climax comes on me quickly, my back arches and my toes curl as cum splashes out of my cock onto the throw rug, then again, and again and, with my eyes closed tightly now, I let out a squeal of pleasure, my body shuddering with shivers all around my pelvic area. Then Robby pulls out and comes around to do what his brother does. He lifts my head by cupping under my chin, and says, "Suck my load our of my nuts, Dylan." I'm still shaking from my climax as I take his cock in my mouth and suck on it while licking it with my tongue as fast as I can, sucking down his precum. In less then a minute Robby lets out his own squeal and pulls my face into his crotch with two hands on the back of my head, his hips bucking as he fires cum down my throat. Moaning lowly now he lets go of my head and his cock comes out of my throat, and spits a long splattering string of cum in my mouth. Then a final couple of little spurts and I'm sucking on the head getting out remnants of cum from the shaft of his cock and swallowing it. He staggers back, chuckling, "Awesome, awesome, Dylan. You have the best ass and best mouth of anyone, period and end of sentence. Oh man, that was quick, but choice." He squeezes the back of my neck saying, "How 'bout a little more? Turn around again," and I shuffle around on my hands and knees and he to slides his still fairly stiff boner up my opened asshole and fucks me for another two minutes. Then he pulls out, saying, "Love to fuck. It's so I can't get enough of it anymore". Then a laugh, saying, "Dodger's gonna have a sore ass all summer if one of my boyfriends can't come up with a place for me to fuck them in. Ryan says someone's always home at his house, and Chubby will be at your place usually when we're all not working, I mean, so maybe it's the pickup again all summer. You and your twin will cover the seat with cum."
I'm up on my knees looking at him as he sits in the desk chair going on about all that, and right after we just had sex too. Usually we're huggy, lovey/dovey after sex. I stand-up and ask, "No snuggling after sex anymore?" He gets up, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, Dylan," and he comes over to hug me, mumbling, "I'm used to less of that with Ryan; but with you, I need to show you tons of affection because I feel tons of affection for you." Did he say, 'needs' to show affection? And, I don't know, but when I have to ask for it the beauty of just doing it naturally is missing and it's definitely not the same. Is this part of the evolution of Robby's and my love affair? Spanking my ass and doing what amounts to buddy sex? That's where we're headed? Damn, I shoulda kept my mouth shut about the dominant stuff from the start and just enjoyed and appreciated Robby's love the way he wanted to show it. Of course that's no guarantee he wouldn't have hooked-up with Ryan anyway. After saying that I still am ready, willing, and able to hug and kiss with Robby because I find it hard to resist him lately. And, Robby seems sincere enough in our cuddling, even leading me to our bed where we lay to do lots of kissing and hugging. It still isn't as good as doing it automatically, like we always did before today, although we both appear to be enjoying each other; it goes on for ten minutes. Unfortunately I need to mutter, "Damn, Robby, I gotta pee now, and do number two too." He says, "Sure, Dylan. I love you, but that's a little too much information for me. And anyway I gotta get moving anyway." I force a laugh, ignoring his concern he'll be late meeting Ryan and concentrate on the 'too much information' comment. I say, "Yeah, I guess it was too much information, but I didn't want you to think I'd break-up our make-out just because I had to take a pee. Robby's smiling, "When nature calls, it's usually best to respond."
Smiling back at him, I go into the bathroom and close the door before plopping down on the toilet, thinking, 'Maybe what I need to do is stop begging affection from Robby and back-off with my adoration of him; see if he misses mine like I miss his. That might be risky though because he might focus more on Ryan if I back away. Hmmm, another dicey situation'. Deciding to see how the rest of the weekend goes before doing anything rash, I feel I've made some sort of decision. I at least realized things aren't going my way lately. One things for sure: There are changes taking place in our relationship that I don't care for one bit. Changes Robby might not have anticipated and I need to figure out what the best way to go from here might be. Done with the bathroom necessities, I'm washing up when Robby yells through the bathroom door, "Do you have the handout the professor suggested we all take with us yesterday? I can't find mine and I want to take it with me. It's the one with tips about what to expect on our final exam Monday." I yell back, "No, I thought you picked one up on our way out of class, and anyway we already got a head start studying for that damn final." As I come out of the bathroom, Robby's saying, "I know we studied two hours, but I want to see those tips." I shrug 'cause he's the conscientious one, not me. Grabbing his car keys, he says "Fuck it, I'll be late, but I'm going to see if the professor left that hand-out at his office. Do you want to wait for me here or come along?" I go, "Hell, it's on our way, I'll come with you and then we'll head for home." He smiles and unexpectedly says, "You get cuter every day, Dylan," and he ruffles through my short hair, which has grown-out to almost to buzz-cut length. If Robby hadn't given me that haircut Monday, it'd be longer than a buzz cut. It's getting fuzzy, like Shawn's hair. Then I think about how Robby's getting unpredictable; first he forgets our after-sex snuggling and ten minutes later he's sweetly telling me I'm getting cuter everyday. It's a strange time we're in right now. I'm giving Robby the benefit of the doubt, but his thinking's a bit scrambled right now and let's face it, I helped scramble it. We'll see, love don't just shut the door when something new is about... wait it out.
We grab a couple of things we're taking home with us for the weekend, including my barber equipment, then Robby drives us on campus to see if the handout is still available. Parking the pickup, Robby's saying, "I'll run up to the professor's office and see if he left some of the handouts on the table that's outside his door. I loved our sex today, Dylan, and thanks again for letting me off the hook for last night, I promise never to do that to you again." I go, "Okay," and get out to light a cigarette, still wondering about our relationship's changes, but glad he's still agonizing with his guilty conscience about last night. As Robby's going into the door to the administration building, Connor's coming out. They stop and do the one arm hug and then talk for a minute. Then, both look in my direction as Robby points to me standing outside his pickup, and Connor heads this way. What a bright smile on Connor's face. I yell, "Connor, have you been in hibernation all week studying for the finals?" He yells back "Whaddaya think? You know me, but I'm ready for 'em." When he get's here we do a real hug and he kisses me on the lips, then says, "Guess what, Dylan," and I go, "What?" He says with a grin, "I still love you, and that's the first time I've come right out and said it straight forward, drunk or sober." I go, "Right back at ya, Connor," and hear his mumbled, "You know what I mean, Dylan." So I mumble myself, a little uncomfortable, "I know, and I'm flattered," as I'm thinking, 'Fuck! I wish he wasn't going in the Army. We might make a go of it if Robby dumps me.' Connor hugs around my neck, "I got a joke for you, Dylan." His white teeth and pink mouth looking so inviting and clean and fresh. I rub through his hair, remembering the sexy time we had when I cut it for him, then ask, "Ya want a cigarette?" He says, "No thanks, I'm trying to quit before I go in the Army. Here's my joke, but it's not too funny."
Three woman: one's been married for twenty years, one's engaged, and the third one's a guy's mistress. They decide at their monthly luncheon together that they'll greet their men at the door wearing only a black bra, stiletto heels, and a black mask over their eyes. A month later they meet again to relate what each of their men did when he saw his woman at the front door wearing only those black items. The engaged woman said, "Michael goes, 'You are the woman of my dreams, I love you,'" and then we made passionate love all night long. The mistress goes, "When Ken saw me he started trembling and then we made passionate love all night long." The married woman says, "When George saw me dressed like that, he said, 'What's for dinner, Zorro?"'
I laugh in spite of myself, then say, "That's a terrible joke, but I'm telling Chubby 'cause it's just the kind of joke he can tell his girlfriend, if he has one left by now." Referring to the joke, Connor asks, "What would I need to wear that'd cause you to make passionate love to me all night?" I say, "You're getting frisky, Connor." He chuckles, and says, "I'm a nervous wreck actually. First the finals, and then the Army." I ask, "You gonna be home this weekend?" He says, "I don't have a ride." I smile, saying, "Now you do. Do you want to grab something from the dorm to take with you?" He says, "Oh, I don't want to spend the rest of the weekend with my mother, she's been real nasty to me lately; pissed at me for abandoning her for the Army." I say, "Probably it's not my place to say this, but she ain't a very nice person." He looks away, mumbling, "I know, but she's my only mother, so what can I do. I'm running away to the Army as it is." I go, "I'm sorry, Connor. You wanna spend the rest of the weekend at my house?" He says, "Of course I want to do that. I'd love to do that, but I'm not going to. You've been very generous to me in too many ways, and I will not take advantage of you. And anyway, I just stayed there the last weekend of spring break. Thanks, Dylan, but my pride won't let me." I go, "To hell with your pride, you'll be doing me a favor." He smiles, as usual, "You're the nicest person I've ever met. That's one of the reasons I love you with all my heart. Do you promise to give me a sexy adventure before I leave for the Army; a pity one." I hug him, "Count on it Connor, but it won't have anything to do with pity. It'll be full of loving friendship. You're so special I can't believe the hardships you've survived through your teen years." He goes, "I don't think of those days, Dylan. I'm making a new life for myself and you helping me get to college was the first step. Joining the Army's the second step, only the first and second steps of many." I jokingly say, "I know what the last step for you is likely to be, and I'm asking you now; when you're elected president can I have the post of social affairs administrator for the White House? I want in on all the free trips the president gets to go on." He laughs, "President? Riight!" Robby comes over without the hand-out, "No luck, but like you said, Dylan, we got a head start studying with two hours already." Connor asks, "That's all?" Robby and I give Connor a look, then I say, "No one's as conscientious as you, Connor." I tell Robby about me trying to talk Connor into coming home with us, and we both put on a full-court press trying to convince him to come with us, but Connor won't give in. So I hug him and he wanders away leaving me with a sadness in my heart for him. I shout at Robby, "Dammit! Life isn't fair for Connor!" He goes, "I know, it really sucks for some. Hey, how about I give a big going away party for Connor. You know, around the pool. It might be too cold to swim, but it's still a good place for a party." I go, "A surprise party! He doesn't leave until the week after the end of the semester." Robby says, "It's ten days after, actually. He just showed me his departure date." I go, "Even better!"
Robby and I get in the pick-up, I'm still rubbing my very smacked ass, but I'm feeling a little better now that Robby suggested a going away party for Connor. Of course, getting Connor to come to his own party might be a challenge, but I'll get him there somehow. During the drive home Robby seems very much like his old self and he certainly looks like his old self. He's just as good looking, cute, and sexy as ever. I'm aware that he's hotter to me now then before, and I know why too. It's because he's got another boyfriend who I'm beginning to think Robby likes better than me. I'm assuming it's because Ryan's relatively new in Robby's life so everything they do together seems fresher then when Robby and I do stuff. I mean, we've been doing pretty much the same things together, sexually and otherwise, for two and a half years now; except for the rougher stuff Robby's including now because Ryan likes it. Robby probably is thinking his ass-kissing boyfriend Ryan appreciates him more than I do, and that's probably because I have other casual sex occasionally, and Ryan's dedicated to only Robby who he treats like a king or a god. So, Robby's ego is inflated, but why then did he give me that heartfelt reunion after my trip to Key West? He was sneaking around with Ryan then too. Maybe it's because he felt guilty, or maybe like me, Robby's confused as to exactly how he feels about things anymore, and his feelings keep changing depending who he's with at the time. Hell, he might have caught that malady from me; that's what he's accused me of recently. Truth is, we're both probably in over our heads, which isn't an unusual condition for nineteen year old boys to find themselves in, gay or straight. I wonder if Chubby, for example, knows what the fuck he wants, or how to go about getting it even if he does know. Count me in with the confused nineteen year olds as well, 'cause I don't know what to do next either. Well, I know I'm cutting Vinnie's hair in a couple hours, but what comes after that is anybody's guess. And, most of all, what should I do about Robby and me?
During the ride I get a text from Chubby. It reads, 'I'm on for our dinner tonight, Dylan, but I won't be ready until seven. Working for Mary Jo's father again today.' I'm like, 'Oh fuck! I forgot about our dinner tonight; it's to celebrate stealing money from the would be rapists'. Hmmm? As I'm pondering that, Robby says, "Would you do me a favor and send a text to Ryan telling him I'll be a half hour late?" He gives me Ryan's text email address and tells me what to say, basically that he'll meet Ryan at the Natick Mall outside 'Game Stop'. I do it and then say, "Ryan's text is sent, Robby". Then I need to tell him about tonight, "Ah, Chubby just reminded me we planned to eat out tonight. Um, do you want to join us?" He goes, "Thanks, Dylan, I'd love to, but I can't. It's family night tonight," and he says 'family night' like it's too corny for words. "You know my family, Dylan. Dodger and me need to tolerate mom and dad insisting we do things as a family every now and then. I thought the Grand Canyon trip would satisfy them, but oh no... we have to go out to dinner with them now too." I go, "Well, you got the complete opposite situation to Connor's. You wouldn't want to switch places with him would you?" He says, "No, of course not, but somewhere in between would be nice." I tell him, "Chubby and me and the moms have our version of a family activity every Sunday morning with the brunch that Chubby and me fix." Robby mumbles, "I'd settle for that. Hey, where you guys going to eat tonight, maybe we'll be at the same restaurant." I don't know for sure, but I say, "Maybe Ken's Steak house, but I'm not sure." Robby says, "I don't know where we're going either, but I'll look for you. I'll text when we're done for sure though, because you and me have a date in my pickup later tonight, and I don't care how late it is either. I'm looking forward to that." I'd forgotten about Chubby, but not the pickup fuck. I go, "Count me in, Robby. I don't care how late it is either, I'm looking forward to that myself." And I am, fer sure. Maybe I'm not sure where we're headed relationship-wise, but I'm living in the present right now, and I'm including later tonight as part of the present. In front of my condo, Robby asks, "Do we dare a kiss?" I go, "Sure, be daring," and our heads come together for a very warm sincere lovers kiss that leaves me breathless and grabbing my semi-hard dick, but still confused about us. I'm still ultra hot for Robby and that kiss tells me he's hot for me. We're both, but maybe more so Robby than me, in a confusing place right now. It'll sort itself out. After the kiss Robby looks me in the eyes, "Dylan, don't think I've glazed over what I rudely did last night with Ryan. I was dead wrong and I truly apologize for that. It's not like me and I'm mad at myself. You and me forever, Dylan. Right?" I say, "Right, Robby... forever," and as I'm getting out of the cab I'm thinking, 'I mean it now and so does Robby, but it feels we're on a slippery slope too'. But I do love him, and still think he's hotter than the hubs of hell, as the saying goes.
Inside my condo my mom and me hug and she kisses me a few times, with me protesting a little, but not much. We talk in the kitchen while eating a late lunch together. Chicken salad sandwiches with potato chips and a soda. I go, "Mom, this is delicious. Did you make the chicken salad?" She goes, "No, it's from the deli, but I spread it on the bread." I go, "It's spread perfectly," and get a mayonnaise smeared kiss on my cheek and a giggle from mom. After filling her in on things I can tell her about my life, and she tells me how well it's going with her latest boyfriend, she gets ready for work. She won't need to leave for more then two hours, but that's how long it'll takes her to get ready. I'm smoking a cigarette on the stoop trying to figure out the tangled web that Robby and my relationship's become when I get a text from Dodger saying he and Vinnie will be here at four o'clock. I text back, 'Fine, but they'll be no three-way.' He text back, "I promise no three-way. You're so cool!' He might think he'll pull something over on me, but there ain't going to be a three-way. That three-way with Dodger and Vinnie was hot alright, but Dodger is Robby's brother and that's starting to worry me for some reason; plus, Robby didn't ask Dodger to service his boyfriend like he did last time. Maybe there isn't any reason to worry that Dodger's Robby's brother after all. Damn, Robby fucked me pretty good this morning, even with those ass smacks, which maybe do heighten the thrill; it's boner poppin' stuff fer sure! But still, if there was just either Dodger or Vinnie coming over alone, I wouldn't mind a straight forward buddy-sex fuck with either of them. Then, as I'm washing-up in my bathroom, Willie calls.
to be continued.... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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