Dylan's Freshman Year
Chapter 51
by Donny Mumford
I'm still amazed at the awesome dominating fuck Ryan just laid on my ass. Like Robby, Ryan's got a nice way of being dominant and I think that's because both of them are basically sweet-natured boys, as opposed to mean-spirited or sadistic. While there is some pain involved with Ryan's style, the main objective is mutual pleasure more than anything else. Oh, and then there's that 'safe word' I can use as Ryan's submissive partner. I'm to use it if I'm distressed about something, like too severe a spanking. The 'safe word' is certainly considerate of your dominant partner. To start with, Ryan totally surprised me with his dominance once we got into it, and that's because it's a totally different story when Ryan's around Robby, so it was unexpected; Ryan's the complete opposite of dominant where Robby's concerned. He's extremely submissive to Robby, certainly way more submissive than I am, and that's especially true when Robby's fucking him which lately he's been doing a lot more of with Ryan than me. I'm beginning to wonder if there's a cause and effect connected to Ryan's extra-submissiveness, and the extra fucks he's been getting. Hmmm? Ryan and I have both recovered from our extraordinary climaxes when we hear a knock on the door. Ryan looks at me, and goes, "Oh, that's probably our boyfriend," and he's excited. I grin, saying, "Should we tell him how hot our fuck was?" Ryan smiles a big smile, going, "Damn, I'm glad you thought it was hot, too, and sure, I can't wait to tell him." I unlock the door, which we need to keep locked or it won't stay closed, and Robby comes in smiling his adorable smile. Ryan runs to him and hugs him, which is something I probably should have done except I'd feel like a dork doing it; you know, both of us running to Daddy as he comes home from a long day at the office. Jesus! Give me a break! I'm not that far gone yet. Robby kisses Ryan, and then asks me, "How'd it go?" I shrug and say, "Jeez, he's a tiger. He spanked me, smacking the hell out of my ass actually, and then he kissed away the stinging as I sat on his lap with his boner up my ass. And, you know how much I like making out, Rob," purposely calling him 'Rob'. I might as well tell him about the fuck because Ryan sure as shit will. Robby hugs Ryan around the neck, going, "That's my tiger!" and it's a little bit much so I feel like barfing for a second there, but I force a half a grin on my face instead, and watch Ryan basks in the praise of his idol. Maybe I should be hanging out with Connor so he can idolize me; everyone should have someone idolizing them. Ryan goes on to describe the fuck, and during his retelling, some of the things he and I did during the fuck crystallize for me; things we did that I missed in the submissive haze I was in at the time. Hearing it described though, I recall us doing everything he's saying. Jeez, I sound like a weenie the way Ryan's explaining it, but I guess he's just telling it the way it was. I'm blushing again, feeling embarrassed that Robby's hearing all this. It's the first time I've ever heard someone describing how they fucked me, and describing in equal parts the details of the fuck, as well as my humiliating responses to what Ryan was instructing me to do during it. They must both think I'm a loser. I act like such an asshole once I let myself fall into that submissive spell, and to do it under little Ryan's direction is definitely humiliating. Neither Robby nor Ryan seem to think so though, as Ryan's raving about me and Robby seems quite pleased with the way it went. I don't believe I've ever seen Robby give his undivided attention to anything like he's giving Ryan during his very descriptive recreation of dominating me during our fuck. When Ryan's done, he finishes with, "And then you knocked on the door, Rob." Robby rubs his fingers over Ryan's head, saying, "That's awesome, stud," then to me, "Sounds like you had yourself quite a fuck from my number two boyfriend here. Hope I can do as well and you're not disappointed at my next feeble attempt to fuck you, I mean, after my tiger here just did you so good." It's all making me feel like the newbie in the group, the pathetic rookie who's just being introduced to gay sex by experienced dominant types. Damn!
Ryan clings to Robby, which is probably their normal state of affairs all the time, and neither of them seems inclined to change that just because I'm here. So, it's been both a very good and a very bad experience for me; the fuck was great, but the retelling of it in my presence was equally bad. I feel shitty about it and apparently Robby notices, probably because I'm pouting again. He frees himself from Ryan's grasp and comes over to gently say, "Is there something wrong, Dylan? You seem upset." I put on a fake smile, fooling no one, and say, "No, I'm good. It was great." Robby goes on this long harangue then about what a good guy I am to go along with my twin boyfriend's wishes, and how nice it was of me helping my twin by letting him get a taste of being a 'top', and how much Robby appreciates it and on and on, buttering me up until it works and I'm grinning like a fool, saying, "Come on, Robby, I enjoyed it too. I'm not upset," then adding, "Ryan's great. You both are." Then Ryan touches my arm, looking me in the eyes and saying sincerely, "I appreciate it the most, Dylan. Hell, you could make it miserable for me if you wanted to. If you pitched a bitch about me, Rob would take your side over mine, so I really thank you, too! You know, for looking out for your little, less-hot twin." Jesus, now I'm feeling like a dork for pouting, and if Robby didn't routinely refer to Ryan and me as twins, or even referring to Ryan as 'your twin,' I'd feel better about it. Same for Ryan referring to himself as my 'less-hot twin". Wish I'd never coined that 'twin' shit. I do a fake punch on Ryan's arm, smiling, and mumbling, "You're as hot as any of us, Ryan. Don't put yourself down, bud." Robby appears content that I'm appeased and leads his boyfriends to the balcony for a cigarette. Outside, Robby says, "It's a good thing I checked on our next two exams, Dylan. There's a change of venue for our morning one. Of course there will be a notice on the door, but this way we can go directly to the correct lecture hall." Then we discuss plans for studying together here, all three of us. Lately I've discovered I like studying with Robby, but alone. Nevertheless, I act enthused about the three of us studying together. Robby says, "You cook the dinner for us, Dylan, and show Ryan what a great chef you are." Hmmm... I'm starting to long for the days when he'd end his declarative sentences with 'okay?' to see if it's alright with me. Now he's in the habit of more or less giving orders. And I say that even though him giving me authoritative orders usually gets my dick moving in my jockey shorts. Normally that authoritative stuff affects me that way, but not at the moment because Ryan fucked me into a very sexually satisfied state, and even Robby being authoritative doesn't get my submissive juices flowing. Maybe I should let Ryan steal me from Robby, rather than the other way around. Yeah, right, that ain't gonna happen. It's past four o'clock and Robby's going to Ryan's dorm now to begin studying while I give Matthew a haircut. And ironically, after Ryan's fucked me so good, I'm not even particularly excited about Matthew Flowers coming over.
Robby and Ryan take off for Ryan's dorm and suddenly it's quiet in here so I tune the FM radio to 98.5 and listen to Felger & Mazz crucify the Red Sox and the manager, Bobby Valentine. I can't argue with anything they're saying. It's sports talk radio and the callers can't find anything but negative stuff to say, too. The Sox suck so far this season and it don't look like that's going to change anytime soon. Chuckling at something Mazz said on the radio, I look over and see myself in the mirror, the one over the sofa. I'm thinking, 'Hey, I can improve this terrible haircut a little. Not the back, but the side where most of the damage took place. For the next ten minutes I very carefully fade the almost shaved area into the quarter-inch hairs on the side of my head and it turns out real good, except I can't tackle the almost-shaved area behind my ear. That requires two mirrors and my perspective gets all messed-up looking into two mirrors, so I leave it like it is. Now, if someone at college sees just one side of my head, either side, they'll see a poor haircut, but not a disaster. That's until they see both sides, then all bets are off...haha. Fuck it, Wednesday I'll get both sides faded evenly to go with the eighth-inch hair that'll be on top of my head. I'm sure Willie will insist on it and I've gotten used to it anyway. I like Connor's description of my severe buzz cut... he says it gives me a cute, bad-boy look, or something like that. Then a knock on the door and I open it to find Matthew standing there with a little grin on his face. He goes, "Damn, this apartment complex is confusing, glad I found the right place." I give him a big greeting telling him I'm glad he found the right place too, and we bump fists. Then, just like Ryan and I were when Robby left us alone, Matthew and I go through a little awkward silence because we actually don't know each other at all, and we're here alone in my apartment. I'm going, "Um, ah, hey look at my cluster-fuck of a haircut," and I turn my head from side to side. He goes, "Holy shit, has my girlfriend been here?" I laugh and give him a brief description of what happened, not mentioning anything about twin boyfriends; it was just two friends screwing around because I'll be getting my hair cut wicked short again on Wednesday anyway, so we just had some fun. Matthew says, "Yeah, speaking of wicked short haircuts, I'm nervous about getting that haircut myself. Ya know, now that the time for it is here. I was all for it until coming up the steps to your apartment." I wave my hand at him, like, 'It's no big deal if you've changed your mind' and say, "Don't worry about going through with that extreme haircut. I can cut your hair anyway you want." He asks, "How do you think that severe haircut would look on me anyway?" as he's standing maybe a little too close to me. I go, "Um," and I back-up a step pretending to brush an imaginary stray hair clipping from the side of my face, then finish my sentence with, "I need to tell you the same thing I tell all good-looking guys like yourself, you'd look good in any style haircut." He moves closer to me once more, muttering, "Thanks for that 'good-looking' remark. Um, you being gay and all, I was wondering something." I look questioningly at him, and he shrugs, clears his throat, and then, still muttering, says, "You might remember that thing I mentioned to you about me wondering about sort of bisexual stuff, um, does any of that come with the haircut?" Cautiously I say, "No, nothing I initiate with guys I don't know very well yet. It's just a haircut, that's all." He nods his head, then grins and blushes a little, asking, "Um, how long does it normally take for you to get to know somebody, you know, very well, like you said?" I'm still not sure which way he's leaning about the messing around stuff. To be safe, I say, "Well as far as that goes, in your case, Matthew, you'd totally be the one who decides how well we know each other." He kind of chuckles nervously, mumbling, "I'm not sure if I'm relieved or disappointed to hear you say that. Actually, I'm a basket case right now, Dylan. Nothing but a bundle of nerves because I want to try a bi-sex thing, but I'm nervous... scared about it, too. I don't know what I want." I go, "Well, do you know if you want a Coke or a Snapple to drink? We can have a drink on the balcony and talk about it if you'd like." He jumps at that, "Yeah, absolutely and thanks for saving me from making a further ass of myself."
I chuckle while walking into the small kitchen and grabbing two Cokes from the refrigerator, then say, "Why don't we go with this: I'll do your haircut without anything untoward of a sexual nature happening, and we'll talk about it some more afterwards if you want to." He goes, "Okay, but that's totally not what I thought I wanted until I got here. I thought I wanted to try something with a sexy guy like you. No, that's not totally true either, because I just said 'I thought I wanted to' and that's hedging because actually I was positive I wanted to try something sexy with you. But that's before I actually walked in your door." Handing him the Coke and motioning towards the balcony, we walk there with me asking, "Do you mind if I have a cigarette while we drink our sodas?" He says, "No, not at all. I smoke at parties sometimes although I'm not crazy about it myself, but my girlfriend smokes so it ain't like I'm not used to it." We swig some Coke on the balcony as Matthew comments on our cool apartment and the nice weather we're having. Weather's always a safe topic. Finally I go, "Sex is dicey when someone's not sure of themselves about some part of it, and that goes for straight guys, bisexual guys, and gay guys; girls too. The thing is, at the moment, I personally don't even feel like doing anything sexy, and believe me if I did feel like it, you'd be high on my list, so it's not you." He goes, "Oh, I never considered that part of the equation; that you wouldn't want to," and he laughs, adding, "You're kind of an important piece of the puzzle as far as that's concerned; the sexy part. I think I've got a little thing for you actually, if you know what I mean," then another slight blush. Matthew's another very attractive boy struggling with his sexuality and I'm sort of proud that a couple of boys, like Matthew, trust me enough to confide in me, I really am. It's flattering of course, but mostly it's because that tells me they don't think I'm a bad person. I certainly don't think I'm a bad person either, but I've wondered if I seem like that to others sometimes. And, there's my lack of self-confidence showing again, which I haven't been able to shake even at my advanced age. Matthew says, "I stupidly thought gay guys were always horny, but why should they be more or less horny than straight guys? Right?" I shrug, "All I can be sure about is me, and sometimes I'm not even sure about me. It sounds like a good premise though." He asks, "Are you, I don't know, are you real intelligent? You seem very smart." I laugh out loud at that, spitting Coke over the railing in the process, then I go, "No, forget that! I'm average-Joe intelligence-wise, and probably below-average-Joe otherwise." He quietly says, "I'll bet you're not below-average anything; certainly not looks-wise, heh heh. I told ya I got a little something going for me where you're concerned. It's embarrassing too, I must say, but there it is." I mumble, "Thanks, that's, um, you know, flattering." Matthew takes a few big swallows of Coke, then chuckles, saying, "Not a single thing has gone the way I fantasized it going before I actually met you at the door. It's almost funny how every single thing has worked out completely the opposite of how I thought it would." I ask, "How'd you think it would go?" He shakes his head, "Too embarrassing to say, Dylan, for me I mean," adding one more nervous chuckle. I don't press him, but I am curious. Anyway, done with our Cokes, I flick my cigarette butt over the railing, but instead it goes backwards off the balcony sliding glass doors behind me. Luckily it bounces right in front of me so I kick it over the side. Matthew asks, "Do you practice that?" and I say, "Of course, you think I could do it by accident? I mean the butt flipped off the door right at my feet for an easy kick." He makes an expression with his lips and eyes, like, 'Impressive,' and I ask, "What kind of haircut is it gonna be, Matthew?" He says, "I wimped out on everything else, so I might as well wimp out on the extreme haircut too. How 'bout a regular buzz like my girlfriend was unable to pull off?" I go, "Good idea, then you'll be able to throw a good buzz haircut in her face without even saying anything." He laughs, "My thinking exactly. You don't read minds too, do you?" Huh, I wondered that same thing of Ryan a few hours ago, and then I think about that fuck he laid on me and need to use willpower not to grope myself; that is, not until Matthew's back is to me walking into the apartment. Then I give my dick a quick massage praying I don't get a boner 'cause that would really confuse Matthew... haha.
Inside he sits on the stool and is almost too tall for me, but not quite. Explaining about the plastic cape I suggest he take off his shirt, and he does it without hesitating. Matthew has an average build with a narrow patch of chest hair between his pecs, which surprisingly few of my gay friends have as of yet; it looks kinda cool. Matthew's another boy who doesn't emit a sexy natural scent; at least none I can detect, although maybe someone else can. Ah well, the disappointments of life are many. Giving buzz cuts is very easy for me, but I do Matthew's meticulously, especially the trimmer work around the ears and the slight fade at the hairline near his neck. I want him to be proud of his haircut, and I want to show-up his shrill girlfriend, too. He has beautiful hair that's fun to cut, and I enjoy myself even without any of the intimate aspects of my more noteworthy haircutting efforts. He's very pleased with the haircut when I'm done, and during the haircut he'd responded well to my accidentally-on-purpose touching of his body: squeezing his neck and shoulders a bit and massaging his scalp, little things like that. Actually, he leaned into my touching, which I liked a lot. Matthew's a very likable boy. He graduated high school last year, but chose not to go to college. A shame really, though I don't know his family situation regarding finances and that sort of thing, so that may be a factor in his skipping college, as well ass all the fun associated with it. I'm not interested in prying although I'm curious about it, too. Matthew raves about the haircut, checking himself out with a handheld mirror looking at the reflection of the back of his head in the mirror over the sofa as well. I assure him buzz cuts are not that hard to do, but he goes on about it anyway thanking me a ridiculous amount of times. Then it's awkward again for a minute, but I busy myself cleaning up the hair clipping as he watches; he even offered to help but it's a one-person job. Finally he says, "Damn, I need to do at least one little thing from all the things I fantasized about doing with you. I'm such a pussy!" I go, "Sure, we can do one little thing. You pick one." Not knowing what he fantasized about, I'm curious about that as well; I'm a curious guy. He goes, "What are my choices?" I go, "You know very well what gay boys do. Pick one you fantasized about." He goes, "You called my bluff again, Dylan. I guess I thought you'd lead me or something." I go, "How about a hot kiss?" He raises his eyebrows, muttering, "That's not one of the things I fantasized about. I didn't even think about doing that. Is it done a lot with gay guys?" I go, "Yes, among the few gay guys I know anyway." I'm thinking of Connor now, and how my kisses got him off and satisfied him for the time being. I'm still feeling sexually satisfied myself, thanks to little Ryan who fucks like he's much bigger, so this is pretty much strictly for Matthew's benefit. He's thinking hard, glancing over at me every now and then. I guess he's trying to decide if I'm good looking enough to kiss, or something along those lines. He can't decide, or he can't pull the trigger one way or the other, so I ask, "Do you do much making-out with girls?" He looks down laughing, then mumbles, "When I have to." Hmmm, Matthew's a legitimate candidate for our team it seems, but I'm not going to influence him. Finally he blushes a brighter pink, and says, "Yes, I want to try kissing with you." Yeah, he made a decision! Well, he's made two actually because he also decided on how he wanted his hair cut.
I'm like, "It's not really that big a deal, Matthew, so don't get your hopes up too high. Um, do you want to come over here? I'm not going to attack you, but I would like to kiss you because, as us gay boys like to say, you're cute." Darker blush, with a muttered, "You too, Dylan, and thanks." Then he goes, "My face is so fuckin' hot," and he checks himself in the mirror again, adding, "I'm breaking out in a sweat. Brave, aren't I? God, I'm such a wuss!" Chuckling for real now, I mumble, "Yeah, I noticed that about you," and he does his nervous laugh walking over to me. I say, with a grin, "Don't be afraid," and cup his face between both my hands and kiss his lips with just the tip of my tongue parting them. His hands go right to my waist as he opens his mouth just enough for me to push some of my tongue against his. He goes, "Ooooh, fuck..." opening his mouth a little more and most of my tongue massages his as I kiss with my lips at the same time, and now he's kissing back. A drop of perspiration from his forehead land on my nose and then he backs away gasping and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I've been through this before with newbies, so I'm not surprised at his reaction. He sucks on his lips a few seconds, then says, "I got a fucking boner in my pants, Dylan," as sort of a confession. I go, "Really? I'd have one in my pants too if we kissed much longer. That wasn't bad for a first time kiss with another boy, Matthew, but maybe you need to get a little more involved; it's hotter that way." He goes, "I don't know if I could handle it getting much hotter. Fuck, that was exciting, so awesome! Oh my God, I guess I'm gay. I can forget about bi." I say matter of factly, "Not necessarily. You can be bi getting aroused kissing someone of the same sex, as long as you also get aroused kissing someone of the opposite sex. Of course, that's just my opinion, I'm no sexologist, if there even is such a profession." He goes, "You're intelligent, I can tell!" I'm shaking my head slightly, but don't respond to that absurd notion. He goes, "Okay. Well, so far in my limited experience, I've never felt anything close to what I felt kissing with you. Kissing girls, I mean, not even close, dude! You're the hottest person I've ever kissed, period." I go, "Thanks, and I'm not even the best kisser I know," and chuckle a little trying to lighten things up. He's gained a little confidence, and asks, "Can you put up with me for one more kiss, Dylan? I'll try to do better kissing you back." I go, "Sure thing, I enjoyed it myself, Matthew, 'cause like I said, you're a hottie whether you know it or not." He brightens, asking, "You're not just saying that?" I shake my head, "Nope! You're a hottie." He says, "There's a guy in my neighborhood who I kinda have a thing for too, totally in my dreams so far of course, and he just might be gay or bi 'cause he never dates girls. You're giving me the courage to feel him out a little. He and I have been buds for years, but not like sexually, although maybe I wish we were." Oh goodie, and all this time I thought Matthew had the hots for me, and instead I'm nothing but his sex counselor. I wonder if Ray Ellis referred him to me? Ha ha.
For our second kiss, Matthew has his hands on my waist right from the start and he's imitating my tongue moves and in the process we're generating some drooling saliva, which is always sexy to me. Soon, he's got me in his arms up against him, crotch to crotch and chest to chest. Our heads are moving and it's a fairly hot kiss for me too, but it's apparently molten hot for Matthew 'cause he's making desperate sounds in his throat as our faces smear spit around and his hips are humping me. I finally detect a sexy scent from his perspiration which surprises me, but it's gonna serve him well with his bud. Our kiss only lasts about two minutes at the most, when his hips begin humping harder, bumping his package, which again contains a boner, against my package which contains a semi version of his hard dick. Making a squeaky noise he breaks away again. This time, he's groping himself and sucking on his lips with his eyes closed tightly, his face is red and scrunched-up. The poor boy looks like he's in intense pain; he's in intense something, fer sure. After ten seconds he opens his eyes, grinning and pointing a finger at me, jokingly saying, "You're fucking dangerous! I gotta watch myself around you!" Then he giggles, and goes, "It's embarrassing!" I ask, "What? What's embarrassing, Matthew?" knowing what he's probably referring to. He makes a face, then blushes again, muttering, "I'm such a dork," shaking his head, then adds, "I squirted in my fuckin' pants, that's what's embarrassing," and his nervous laugh follows. He's a cute dude, I gotta say that, but he seems much younger than he is and I guess in this type of situation, he is much younger then he is. He asks, with another laugh, "Can I use your bathroom?" I say, "Of course, it's right through my bedroom," pointing at the door. He nods his head, laughing again, probably at himself, and says, "I'll only be a minute, Dylan. You're awesome; I gotta say that, dude," and he goes into my bedroom and then I hear the bathroom door close and the quiet click of the doorknob's lock. I can't imagine what he's going to do in there... haha. Like I said, he's cute! I put the clippers away, then wait a bit longer than a minute before he reemerges shaking his head again. He goes, "What an afternoon, Dylan. Totally not what I expected, but fantastic just the same. I gotta thank you, man. This has been a great eye-opener for me." I go, "Glad it worked out for you Matthew; your buddy, who might be gay or bi, is in for a treat." He mutters. "I hope so. Hey, when you leaving for summer break?" I say, "Probably Saturday, but I live in Framingham which is only a hour's drive. In cases of emergency I can be up here in an hour to tutor you in kissing, or whatever." He laughs giving my neck a guy's hug, muttering, "Christ, don't tell me your address or I might end up stalking you." We joke around like that for a few minutes before he's got to rush home for some reason. I wonder what? "Thanks for everything, Dylan. Love the haircut, and, um, everything. See you at Stop & Shop. Luv ya, dude, you're a great friend." As he's leaving, I say, "Good luck with that buddy of yours!" Matthew goes, "He don't have a prayer now," and another laugh. Then he's gone and I'm thinking, 'Damn, another one's flown the coop. I prime their pump for them, and they go off to seduce the boy of their dreams leaving me behind, the jealous teacher.' Ha! First Pedro and now Matthew... haha. Yummy while it lasted. I gotta wonder what surprises Shaun Sullivan has in store for me tomorrow, if any. He's already told me he's gay, that was surprise number one right there.
After enjoying this Matthew experience in real time, I run it through my head for a bit and enjoy it for a second time. But I gotta plan dinner now for both my boyfriend and my twin. Robby liked the sweet and spicy baked bean and baby-back rib casserole we had a couple of weeks ago, so why not suck-up to him a little and have that again tonight. It's a little pricey, but I'm in a contest with my twin, who I now know is a fuckin' hottie with quite a heater on his little personage, or whatever that word is that he uses. Ryan blatantly sucks-up to Robby so I might as well give it a try, too. I'll need to borrow Robby's pickup for a trip to Stop & Shop first, because we don't have baby back ribs on hand. Hmm, like I said, the ribs are kind of special and expensive, but that makes the sucking-up even more noticeable. Taking out my cell phone to text Robby, I hear a key at the front door and Chubby comes in all excited. "Dylan, I may have aced the final exam I took this afternoon! Swear to God, it's definitely a long-shot possibility of course, but it'll be my first aced final in college. I'm framing that fucker if my long-shot comes in." I laugh saying, "Ya better ace that course, Chubby, it's your elective. 'Extrapolating the likelihood that the Plain White T's will have another hit song as successful as 'Hey There Delilah',' I believe is the ridiculous name of the elective." Chubby's like, "Oh, I forgot 'extrapolate' was part of the course. Fuck! What's that mean anyway? I analyzed the meaning of the words in the song and concluded they wouldn't have another hit." Laughing again, I go, "I hope you're joking, but forget that, I'm glad you're here 'cause I need the Jeep. I'm making the bean and baby-back rib dinner tonight." Chubby's like, "Hot shit! I missed the last one. What time's dinner?" I check my watch, then mutter, "Um, seven-thirty because that casserole needs an hour and a half in the oven to get the ribs tender." He looks at me funny, then says, "Turn your head," and I know he's noticed the different lengths I have on either side, but I play it straight. As I turn my head, I'm like, "What?" He laughs saying, "What the fuck? It's like you have two different haircuts, one for each side of your head." I go, "Yeah, so what? It's the latest style." Chubby rubs my head, mumbling, "You're a riot, Dylan. I don't even want to know what the fuck's up with that. Go get the ribs, dude. I'm meeting the study group at eight-thirty; we're cramming all night." I go, "Don't get too drunk," as I take the keys to the Jeep, put a hat on, and try giving Chubby a kiss. He leans back and I get only air. "Damn!" I exclaim, slamming the door behind me.
At Stop & Shop I get the stuff I need without running into Shaun Sullivan, who I wanted to see so we could confirm his haircut tomorrow. Oh well, he's working the same shift I am on Tuesday so I'll see him then. When I'm back to the apartment's parking lot I see a lady getting in her car, which is parked two rows from the front door, so hot damn! I'll finally get a good parking spot. I sit idling in the Jeep waiting for her to pull out of the spot, but after three minutes she gets out of the car and walks back into the apartment building's main entrance. It figures! I never get a good spot and at this time of the day everyone's home from work or college so the next best spot I find is in the next building's lot, a good five-minute walk back to my building. Inside I find that Chubby's taking a shower, so I prepare everything myself, getting the casserole into the oven by six-fifteen. Cleverly I preheated the casserole in the microwave first so it was already bubbling slightly before it went in the oven, so it'll be ready by seven-thirty like I told Chubby. On the balcony I smoke a cigarette, my fifth one today, and text Robby about the dinner. He texts me right back with, "Awesome! I love that dinner!" and that makes me smile. Finishing my smoke, I think about Robby and my twin boyfriend, wondering if I hate this arrangement or not, and conclude I don't hate it, but I don't particularly like it either. Then I get to running that fuck Ryan gave me earlier today over in my mind and concludethat while it's one of the hottest climaxes I've ever had, I can't figure out why that's so. Maybe it's because Ryan's a pipsqueak and he's Robby's boyfriend, but why would those two factors make the fuck such a hot sexual experience for me? Hmmm? I have a different opinion of Ryan now though; I know that fer sure. Is he hot now? The answer is, 'yep!' It's hard to sort-out in my head, but there's definitely more to Ryan than meets the eye, I mean that in a good way; I guess Robby picked-up on that early on. Yeah, except Ryan doesn't fuck Robby. Still mystified, I try flipping my cigarette butt and get an awesome fifteen-foot arch on the damn thing, but no one's here to witness it, which is typical. Still, I think I got the flicking thing down again. I used to be able to do it, and now it seems I've figured it out again. If only I can repeat it the next time, when someone's around. Obviously, I'll act like it's no big deal.
Chubby comes out to join me on the balcony, he's clean and shiny wearing only jockey shorts, asking, "Where's your Polo shorts? The tan ones." I ask, "Why?" and he goes, "Because I want to wear them, ya nut!" We go inside and I dig them out of a pile of clean clothes as Chubby watches. Handing them to Chubby, he goes, "Thanks, bro," and then takes my 'House Of Blues' t-shirt too, saying, "This is cool." I shake my head smiling as Chubby puts on my clothes, muttering, "These fuckin' shorts go below my knees." Rolling my eyes, I head for the kitchen to make the salad and my awesome Russian dressing from scratch, then clean off the desk in the bedroom so me, my twin, and Robby can study here after dinner. Chubby gets the stuff together that he'll need for his study group, complaining, "Will this nightmare of final exams week ever end?!" Then he regales me with the hilarious antics he and Jorge, a bud of Chubby's who's in two of Chubby's courses, pulled during their last study group. The study group consists of four 'couples' of boyfriends and girlfriends. As I suspected, it was more like a party than a study group and it'll undoubtedly be the same tonight. I tell Chubby about me, Robby, and Ryan studying together tonight and he gives me a look, saying, "I hope you know what you're doing, Dylan." Around seven o'clock Robby and Ryan show-up all smiles, telling me they're starving and that it smells yummy in here. Ryan gives me a mysterious look that I think was meant to be sexy, and it kinda was. I smile back at him and give him a little hug, then set the table as Robby outlines how he thinks we should go about studying tonight. We'll tackle the difficult exam first and work at it until we're sure it's in our heads, then whatever time we have left we'll study for the elective course, which is basically a walk-over because it's so easy. Ryan has different exams than we do, so we'll need to switch off each half hour. It's a stupid way to study because Ryan's wasting his time on Robby's and my exams, and we're wasting our time on his, but Robby's the boss. The dinner's a hit again, except Chubby insisted on asking embarrassing questions about how the threesome that Robby, Ryan and I are in works sexually. Robby plays it straight saying that it's personal, while Ryan basically keeps his mouth shut like a good submissive should; me too, although I do laugh at Chubby's persistence in his questioning. Of course he asks his questions with a smile or a smirk on his face. He concludes with, "Well, you are a very closed-mouth bunch, I must say. About this affair, I mean. However, if I catch my homie, Dylan, with tears in his eyes again somebody's gonna get a knuckle sandwich." Then he taps Ryan's arm adding, with another smirk, "And it'll probably be you because you're the only one I might be able to win a fight with." I do an exaggerated, "Chubbbby!" so he goes, "I'm just saying...." Everyone helps cleanup with Ryan sneaking in a few gooses on my ass, and he also leans against me at the sink whenever he gets the chance to do it without Robby noticing. Interesting!
Our threesome, Robby and his twin boyfriends, gets settled at the desk with Ryan sitting on the ottoman from the living room, and Robby and me on desk chairs from both bedrooms. We tried it with Robby in the middle, but rearranged it to Ryan in the middle because the ottoman takes-up less room and the other way we all can't lean on the desktop. Robby is a no-nonsense studier so when I try for a little humor he gives me a stern look, and says, "Cut the jokes, Dylan!" It makes my dick move in my pants so I consider joking again, but think better of it because Robby might decide to study with just Ryan and I don't want to study alone. We cover a quarter of the material and then Robby asks me practice test questions and I try coming up with correct answers. Then I do the same for Robby. He knows all the answers, but I struggle with some so Robby says, "You take my notes and study them some more in the kitchen, Dylan, and I'll work with Ryan on his study guide." Ryan rubs my leg as I'm getting up to do what I'm told, and when I glance at Ryan he gives me another mysterious look and pats my ass as I go by him. Hmmm? Feeling like an outcast I pout at the kitchen table going over the notes again, and then figure I better get serious, so I concentrate for the next twenty minutes until I feel confident I can answer the questions. Not being sure if I'm supposed to wait until Robby's done with Ryan's studying, I hesitantly return to the bedroom and see Robby with his arm around Ryan's skinny shoulders, both boys hunched over the desk with Ryan reciting material from his study guide out loud. Robby says, "Good, Ryan, let's see if reading it out loud helps you remember this stuff." Then he looks up and gives me a killer smile, leaving his arm around Ryan, as he says, "Have a seat, we're almost done." Ryan glances over at me with a grin, but doesn't say anything. After Robby's satisfied Ryan's got the material mastered he asks me more sample test questions and I get them all correct so Robby says, "Awesome, Dylan! Let's move on to new material," then to Ryan, "You study in the kitchen now, Ryan. This way we're using our time more efficiently. I should have figured that out earlier." So, I wasn't exiled to the kitchen after all. It's just a better way to study, and I have to agree. It wouldn't work though if Robby didn't already know ninety percent of the material before we started. In effect, it's Ryan and me who are studying for finals, Robby's basically helping us twin boyfriends learn the stuff Robby memorized during the semester, which seems like a good idea now, but not so much during the semester.
Following this format we get through fifty percent of the study guide by nine-thirty, and I feel really prepared and that's a good feeling to have before a final exam; a feeling I'm not all that familiar with... haha. It's mostly thanks to Robby. I should have studied with him in high school, or at least done more studying with him from the start of our freshman year at Merrimack. On the other hand, Robby's grades are much better than mine, so that's puzzling.After a while Robby declares it's time for a break so we head for the balcony to smoke a cigarette, but first Robby's gotta take a leak, so it's just Ryan and me on the balcony. Before I can light a cigarette, Ryan gets his hand behind my neck pulling my head down, with me asking, "What?" but he kisses my lips instead of answering, and then it's one of his special kisses with his tongue in my mouth. Soon a soft moan slips from my throat. It's his lips, I think, they're awesome, plus his unusually way of teasing my tongue with his. Those two things are what make his kisses seem so hot to me. My arm goes around his neck and I really get into the kiss. Ryan keeps at it until we hear the hinges on the bathroom door squeak when Robby opens it. We have only the screen closed from the sliding balcony door so the squeak is apparent. I've got a stiffy in my pants as Robby joins us, saying, "This study group is rocking, dudes. I feel real good about it. Both of you are doing great and it's a great review for me, too, from just asking the questions. By now I feel like I could take Ryan's exam and do good on that too," and he hugs Ryan around the neck and gives him a kiss on the lips, probably sharing some of my saliva from Ryan's mouth. I mutter, "Where's my kiss, Robby?" and with Ryan's saliva on his lips, Robby kisses me just like he did Ryan and my dick gets granite hard. It's Ryan's kiss, plus Robby's with Ryan's spit on his lips that get me boned up hard. Robby feels my boner against his crotch so he slides his wet lips across my face to my ear and whisper, "I love you, and I love that you sprung a boner from my kiss,' as he's kissing my ear. My face is flush as I take a deep breath, my hand in my pocket massaging my boner. Robby laughs, "How come you didn't spring a boner, Ryan? I can bring one up on Dylan with a kiss." Which gets me to thinking, 'Yeah, when it's a kiss following your other boyfriend's unbelievable kiss,' but of course neither Ryan nor I mention the kiss Ryan gave me. Ryan accepts a cigarette from Robby and I hold out my lit lighter for him. He cups my hand in both of his, almost like we're holding hands, as his eyes stare into mine while grinning around the cigarette. Damn! What's going on? Robby's saying something about how long he thinks we'll need to study when his cell phone beeps and, looking at it, he says, "It's my brother," and then answers it. After a minute of talking back and forth, Robby goes, "No, I'm not giving the phone to Dylan, we're studying for finals." Dodger's saying something and Robby glances at Ryan saying, "Yeah, he's here too," then, "Hey, that's none of your business! I'm going to tell... wait a minute, Dodger," and he says to Ryan and me, "I better finish this inside. It's rude to talk on a cell phone in a group." We both shrug, then Robby goes inside to talk. Guess he doesn't want us to hear him straighten Dodger out about minding his own business where our threesome love affair is concerned.
Ryan looks inside and when Robby goes into the kitchen he does the hand-behind-my-neck thing again and I lean right over for another kiss. I shouldn't, but this kid is the best kisser I'm ever encountered. Ryan and me haven't actually spoken a word to each other since dinner, except for study stuff, and not too much of that. Robby's been the teacher and we've been the students, so to speak. When I'm just about to cream my pants, Ryan breaks the kiss and does what Robby does to both Ryan and me, he licks up the front of my nose with lots of spit on his tongue, and it's so unexpected I inhale some of his spit and get into a little coughing fit while groping my cock and looking startled at a grinning Ryan, who pushes his glasses up his little nose with his middle finger again. Actually, I invented that move... not pushing the glasses up, the licking up the front of a cute boy's nose. Robby copied it from me and he does it better than me, somehow. Ryan does it pretty fucking good, too and his spit is so clean and brand-new smelling it's a big turn-on to me. My coughing under control, and my fear of creaming in my jeans passing the danger point, I look at Ryan with a questioning expression on my face. He shrugs, then quietly says, "Hey, I don't know, Dylan. It's just that I can't get that hot sex we had after lunch out of my head. I can't stop thinking about you either. Guess I got the hots for my twin... guess I got the hots for my twin big time!" He steps up to me and, very seriously, asks, "When can we do it again, Dylan?" I'm more than a little bit shocked at this development and can't help thinking back to when I jokingly said to myself, 'Maybe I'll steal Ryan away from Robby and see what he has to say about that.' I wasn't serious though, or at least I don't think I was. Gulping, I wipe his spit off my nose and top lip, then answer his, 'when can be do it again' question with, "Um, I don't know." Ryan puts his hand on my arm and squeezes, asking, "You want to, don'cha? Please say you do." I nod my head, but before I can say anything, Robby slides the screen door open and joins us, asking, "My twin boyfriends getting along okay? You look awfully serious." He's smiling, in a good mood, so I say, "We're good, Robby. Aren't we Ryan?" He says, "I hope so, but maybe we better have a kiss to prove it." Robby laughs, going, "That's the stuff, Ryan. I know I can depend on you to reach out. How 'bout you, Dylan?" I frown, muttering, "Whadddaya mean, I reach out too." Ryan's being an ass now, standing right in front of me with his lips in an exaggerated kissing position and his eyes closed. Robby's looking at me with a bemused expression on his face so I put my hand behind Ryan's head and kiss him for the third time in the last ten minutes. He opens his mouth a little and we do an uber hot French kiss that lasts long enough that Robby says, "Jesus, I'm getting a boner just watching you two!" I break away from the kiss, with Ryan's and my lips making a wet smacking sound when they part. Both of us wipe our mouths with the back of our hands, and I mutter, "Damn, Robby, your other boyfriend can really kiss." He goes, "Tell me about it. He's hot ain't he? I told ya." Ryan says, "If I'm hot, you two must be on fuckin' fire." We all do a nervous forced laugh and then relight our cigarettes and finish the smokes. Done with mine first, I want to show-off my rediscovered flicking techniques and flick that sucker right off my forehead, and now we all laugh for real, with me saying, "I did that on purpose, ya know!" Robby gives me a hug around the neck and we go back inside.
By eleven o'clock, we've conquered the first course's material and now need to do a cursory review of the elective course. Ryan only has one exam tomorrow so he asks, "Can you give me a ride to my dorm, Rob? I'm beat!" Robby goes, "Dylan, how about if you give Ryan a ride and I'll organize this material so you and I can knock it off in forty-five minutes or so." Damn! I'm half afraid to be in the pickup alone with Ryan, and half looking forward to it too. I go, "If you say so, Robby, I can use a break." Ryan's getting his stuff together, then Robby gives him a big kiss goodnight, murmuring, "Love ya, Ryan," and to both of us, "No hanky-panky you two." I'm watching them 'cause after the goodbye kiss Robby still has his arm around Ryan's waist, so I'm wondering why. Robby sees me looking at them, and says, "Give your twin a kiss goodbye too, Dylan. I'd like you guys getting used to kissing hello and goodbye. We're like a little family where we all love each other, right?" If he knew what boyfriend number-two is up to, I wonder if Robby would rethink his insisting that Ryan and I be kissing-friends and fuck buddies together. I gotta think he would rethink that, but it's too late now. I stand up and kiss Ryan on the lips, then say, "Wait a second, I'm driving him home." Robby says, "Well, give him a kiss goodbye then, I didn't mean now. When you guys say goodbye you give a kiss to each other, that's all. We want to be a close-knit threesome." Ryan and I nod, mumbling, "Sure, Rob." Again, I say 'Rob' on purpose, but Robby doesn't even comment on it now. I'm thinking, 'Damn, could this get any more complicated?' Still, I definitely want another one of Ryan's fucks, if only to see if I've over-evaluated how hot the last one was. Maybe it's because it was so unexpected; unexpected in the sense Ryan totally took charge and dominated my ass the way he wanted. I though he was a skinny wuss and I turned out to be the wuss doing everything he said and wanted. Well, not everything, but enough to know he's in charge. Ryan's got his backpack on and I've got the keys to the pickup. Robby's kissed his boyfriend goodnight already, so we're ready to leave. I ask, "Ya want anything while I'm out, Robby?" He says, "Um, would you pick-up a pint of Haagen-Dazs on your way back? We can share it while we study." I go, "Cool idea, what flavor?" Robby says, "If they have that vanilla bean espresso, that'd be great." I'm like, "You got it, boss. Be back soon," and I follow Ryan's backpack out the front door. As soon as the front door clicks locked, Ryan's like, "A quick kiss, that no one can see, Dylan," and the same thing: his hand behind my head pulling my head down and I don't put up much of a fight either 'cause Ryan's a killer kisser. Ryan backs me up against the hallway wall and we're making-out like mad for a few minutes until Ryan, says, "Uh, wait, I almost shot off in my pants; you're boner-popping hot, Dylan." I'm breathing hard rubbing my own boner, asking, "What the hell's going on, Ryan?" He takes a deep breath mumbling, "I don't know, maybe it was our fuck after lunch. Maybe we hit on something we didn't expect, but I don't want to mess up my thing with Robby, I'm madly in love with him." I mutter, "Me too, so we gotta cool it."
We make it to the pickup without breaking into another wild make-out. The damn pickup is parked five spots over from the front door. "How's Robby always getting such good parking spots, Ryan?" He goes, "I don't know," as he swings his backpack off and stuffs it behind the seat. On our way, Ryan asks, "Ya ever get fucked in this pickup, Dylan?" I go, "Only about a thousand times, how 'bout you?" He goes, "Not a thousand times, maybe twenty though. Does Robby do the upside/down fuck on you?" I go, "Uh huh. Did you invent that?" He says, "I didn't, Jacob did, but I told Robby about it and he likes it; I think because it's a very dominant position for him. I like it 'cause I get to be very submissive. Hey, you were damn submissive to me during our after-lunch sex and I got off on that, too. Never thought I would because I never got the chance to be a dominant 'top' before. Yeah, never got a chance to try it before you, I guess that's why I was surprised that I like being dominant... with you especially. I love it now, and you did too." And he sounds a little authoritative when he said that, the little hot shit. I say, "I've topped a number of times and that's simply a dominant position by its very nature, but I do get better orgasms being submissive. This is the most dominant Robby's ever been with me, by the way. Have you been coaching him with ideas from Jacob and that other kid who was fucking you?" He goes, "Yeah, Robby asked for suggestions. I think he primarily wants to impress you since you wanted him to be more dominant in sex. At least that's what he told me. Is it true?" I go, "Sorta, but Robby told me he doesn't discuss personal stuff about me with you." Ryan shrugs, "He doesn't really, that's about all he's ever said. Hey, ain't it funny we didn't want to meet for that first lunch, and now it's turned out great. Don't ya think?" I go, "Yeah, uh huh, but it's so strange too. Being your twin boyfriend, I mean." He goes, "We're going to be more than that, I can just feel it. You and me make a helluva combo for sex, and I can take us higher doing things to you that Jacob did to me. I know how hot he made me feel and I want to do the same for you because I really like you a lot. Are you up for that, Dylan?" Balls! I find I am 'cause I need to adjust my junk, muttering, "Um, we'll see." At the curb outside his dorm, Ryan hesitates, then asks, "If I pull my cock out will you suck me off? It won't take much to get me spunking in your mouth. I get the impression you'd like that." And I want to do that too, but I manage to say, "Get serious!" And he goes, "Pleeeze, Dylan." My will power isn't too great, but it'll do this time because I'm not sucking him off outside his fuckin' dorm. I go, "I already sucked your cock this afternoon, Ryan." He goes, "Not to climax. That's what I mean, suck me off to climax. I'll cum big time in your mouth for you and you can swallow every drop." Like that's a thrill for me. Well, I do love sucking cute boys' dicks and Ryan's got a good one, but I say, "Another time, I promise. Okay, twin boyfriend?" He says confidently, "I could talk you into it, you know." I have to laugh, saying, "You probably could, but please don't." He goes, "Just so ya know I could. We're gonna do another kiss though," and to get him out of the pickup I lean over and he lays another sexually arousing kiss on me as he rubs my cock. I start rubbing his and it's so hot and sexy I get dizzy as precum drools from my boner. Gulping, I manage to break away, muttering, "God, you're sexy," and he goes, "It's you who's sexy, and you know it too. This is so awesome, Dylan. We better not tell Robby though." I go, "Don't worry about that," and Ryan says, "We're going to have great sex together, Dylan, you'll see. We're really good for each other although it's different with Robby and me, 'cause we're in love. But I'm thinking, after the way you responded to me this afternoon, you're gonna really love what I've got in store for you, but you need to increase your submissiveness to me. I'll show you how, don't worry. Oh, I'm so excited! You're really special, just like Robby said. You're gonna be acting with me like I am with Robby. Ain't ya?" I'm almost hypnotized by his audacity, and only mumble, "Uh huh, see ya later, Ryan." He grins and says, "I can't wait to do you again. Each time I fuck you I'll add a surprise and you've got some unimaginable climaxes ahead of you. I really, really want to make you as happy as I am when we do it. This is great! Now kiss me goodbye like you were told to do." Stupidly I lean over and kiss his lips, muttering, "Goodbye, Ryan." He goes, "Bye." I watch him going inside wondering, what the fuck is going on here?
I get the ice cream and Robby and I eat it from the carton as we study for the elective course's final exam. It's hard to keep my mind on it because of my recent strange encounters with Ryan. I want to mention it to Robby, but can't see that working out well for any of us and it might hurt Robby the most. This will be a real test of will power for me. Finally done studying, we get undressed and do our bathroom stuff together. In bed Robby wraps me in his arms and we do a lover's make-out that's so sweet and wonderful I forget all about my crazy infatuation with Ryan. Robby has my face covered with his spit until all I can smell is him. When he's satisfied my face is sufficiently saturated with his saliva, he mutters, "Suck my cock for a bit now, Dylan, suck it good to show me you love me," and under the covers I go, the smell of Robby's hot body under the covers is intense and I grope my hardening dick. I suck his cock until I taste precum with Robby rubbing my body the whole time, the palms of his hands pressing against my skin and rubbing my scalp and caressing my face. Then he lifts under my chin indicating for me to come out from under the sheets. Robby wants to fuck me now. I'm very hot and turned-on when he presses the head of his cock against my asshole, spreading the lips of my anus, stretching them until the wet head of his hard boner pushes past them and we both make, "Mmmmmm,' sounds, me with my lips tight together. I haven't had enough sex with Robby lately and I'm concentrating on being together with him now, savoring every second of our love-making. Robby thrusts his hips forward driving his boner further inside me and then slowly forcing it all the way in as he grips me around the belly and squishes my buttocks against his groin to get his cock a tiny bit further up my ass. We're on our sides, laying in bed and I moan with pleasure as Robby kisses the side of my face some more, and murmurs, "I love you more every day, Dylan. You're my true love now and forever. Promise me you'll never love another like you love me." I groan with sexual pleasure. The feel of his body against mine, his legs over my legs, the side of his face on mine, and his arms around me with his boner up my ass. Robby's boyish voice and his unbelievable natural scent has always been an aphrodisiac to me. Surely no one else perceives it the way I do or everyone would be all over this uniquely gorgeous boy. I moan out, "I'll never love another the way I love you, Robby, that would be impossible." He withdraws his boner and then drives it back up my ass, then does it two more times, making me bite my lips to keep my moans of pleasure under control. More licks and kisses from Robby, the side of my face slick with his spit. He murmurs, "You smell and taste like the most erotic boy on earth, no one can compare to you, Dylan. You're my jackpot in life, my gift from Eros, the Greek God of love." That's so sweet, but where'd he come up with that? Again a long kiss on the side of my face and I twist my head around so he can kiss one side of my lips, and then Robby begins fucking me steadily. The familiar sensations in my rectum never gets old and because it's Robby's stubby, fat, hard cock doing the fucking, with his sexy odor filling my head, I'm in a world of erotic pleasure and each drive of his cock up my ass has me grunting with the insane pleasure that only your lover can provide for you. There isn't anything like lover's sex, nothing else compares. I'm soon matching his thrusts with backward humps of my own, and the sound of skin slapping against skin, muffled by the covers over us, become hypnotic and wonderful to hear. My cock is a steel shaft vibrating and pulsing with amazing sensations; my rectum and prostate are living pleasure zones and my shoulders shudder. I feel so alive and vibrant my skin tinkles and each hair follicle on my body is sizzling. Robby's going, "Unh!" with every drive of his cock inside me as my cock steadily drips precum and my balls tighten into heavy hard nuggets full of sperm. Soon they begin making their way up inside me on their way to explode, sending creamy teen cum containing millions of living things up the shaft of my boner to fly onto the sheets, sending me into a few moments of miraculously intense pleasure that can't even be measured it's so enormous. Robby groans, grunts, and then clutches my body desperately as he goes, "Aghhhhh, um, oooh," driving his cock into me hard and holding it there as he empties his balls of sperm, and as the first sharp stream of hot cum plows against my bowels I whimper, then squeal as cum flies from my cock and my whole body shakes inside. Robby grasps me as he slams his cock in me again with the same desperate hug and pours more spunk up my ass. I gasp and shoot off again and then grab my cock in my fist and stroke it, forcing up more drooling gobs of sticky slippery cum in the process. It's very much like the slippery, warm cum in my ass from Robby's orgasm as we gasp for air and both shimmy and shake with the aftershock sensations of our enormous climaxes. Robby's heart pounds rapidly against my back as he nestles his face at the space between my chin and shoulder, still shaking. Deep breathing, our heart beats slowly return to normal and then it's that sinking feeling, knowing it's over already.
Calm now, his cock still inside me, Robby murmurs, "That was extraordinarily awesome, Dylan... there's nobody that can bring on climaxes like I just had but you. That's just one of a million reasons I love you like life itself." I take another deep breath, then quietly say, "Go on, talk some more, Robby, I like hearing your boyish voice." He says, "Yeah, and I can sing too, but for now how 'bout you suck my dick instead," as he pulls it out of me and I bite my lip again to stifle a moan. I'm totally opened-up back there and Robby's cum is drooling out of me as I go under the covers again and suck his hard cock until its clean as new. Then I lick his thighs and wet down his pubic hair and lick under his balls as he squirms and rubs my head. Robby lifts his knees up forming a pup tent for me under the covers and I lick and suck under his scrotum and down his ass crack to suck on the lips of his anus with Robby's cock getting harder as it rests on the side of my face. I suck on his anus until I hear him moan with pleasure then get my tongue inside his asshole feeling extremely submissive and I try getting my entire tongue in his hole and get most of it either inside or pressed against it, feeling the lips of his ass quiver as they suck back at my tongue. Robby's grunting now and using both hands to pull up on my head so I reluctantly pull my tongue out of his asshole, the lips of his anus sucking at my tongue. Coming out from under the covers I grin, with some cum and ass matter on my lips, asking, "How's that, Robby?" He says, "Let me suck your lips clean and then I'll fuck you some more." We do another long lover's kiss and my heart is so full of love for him I can't think of anything but Robby. Done our kissing, I lay on my stomach anxious to feel his cock up my ass again. It slides in easily as Robby lies on my back and fucks me by just moving his hips, up and down, up and down. It feels so good we do it for almost ten minutes and then he slides his cock out and lies next to me. We hug tightly and Robby tells me more about his love for me and I'm floating on a cloud of love. He murmurs softly. "You're the boy of my dreams, Dylan, and I'll never forget the first time I saw you in high school. We went to different middle schools, but no boy there matched my dream of the perfect boyfriend, and then in my freshman year of high school I saw you and you fit my dream perfectly; almost too perfect for me to believe and I almost creamed in my jeans that first time I laid eyes on you. My heart fluttered and my dick got hard and I knew I had to have you. I stalked you for three years, too shy to approach you. You were so gorgeous and so cute at the same time, and you even had the same color hair as me which I thought was so unique and so awesome I just couldn't believe it. I took it as a sign that we were meant for each other. You were always with Chubby then, so I fantasized you were boyfriends and I jerked off thinking of Chubby fucking you and soon I fantasized that it was me who was fucking you. Then near the end of junior year a miracle happened, you approached me asking if I'd write for the school paper. I didn't think you could be any better than my fantasy of you, but you were and are and I love you more than I have the ability to articulate. Please don't say anything, Dylan, I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and my confessions of love for you in my mind. I love you, Dylan, with an intensity that defies common sense, but I do so just the same." He kisses me, and mumbles, "Thank you for making my desperate dream come true. Good night now and remember your promise to always love me." I mutter, "Good night, Robby, and thank you for telling me that. My promise is true." And we go to sleep with a wonderful feeling in my heart; nothing else enters my mind at the moment, just Robby's love for me.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com