Dylans Freshman Year

DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

Chapter 54

by Donny Mumford

The hot dominant sex I laid on Shaun's ass earlier today seems like a distant memory now that I'm immersed in another study group. This one started awkwardly with a reprimand from Robby because I arrived a few minutes late. That was because Chubby and I had to wait fifteen minutes for the check after dinner at the Outback Steakhouse. While it was fun spending a few hours with Chubby, that also seems like a distant memory. That's because I'm presently dealing with the boring material for tomorrow's final exam. Robby's asking first Ryan and then me exam questions, so not only do I need to hear my questions from professor Robby, but Ryan's too. All three of us are at the desk in the bedroom and we've been here, doing the question-and-answer thing for over an hour now, although it seems much longer then that... well, it seems like we've been here forever, actually. I've had it up to my eyeballs with this crap and desperately need the upcoming summer vacation, and I'm still pissed-off at Robby for reprimanding me in front of Ryan. Hopefully this summer vacation will reinvigorate my interest in going to college and dealing with the studying, the exams, and all the work after classes; in other words, all the bad things involved with college life. I also hope that by the end of the summer Robby's come to his senses about treating me like I'm his child... reprimanding me for being a few minutes late... get real! Oh, and now Robby's sending me to the kitchen to study the material on my own. Fuck it, I'm happy for the break in the monotony anyway, but unfortunately I can't shake the jealous pangs I get seeing him doting on Ryan, so that's another little problem I gotta wrestle with. You'd think I'd be pissed at Robby and, like I said, I am, but I also find he's so hot to me now that mostly I'm pissed that I need to share him with Ryan. I've got constant cravings for Robby now, and can hardly wait for my next turn with him, just Robby and me. We had great sex over the weekend but I want more of it, and I want it badly, more than I've ever wanted anything before. Of course, now I get half as much as I used to, so that's another major concern. Taking a big breath, feeling sorry for myself, I decide I'm a scorned lover. But, what the hell does that even mean? Then, I shake my head to clear it of overly dramatic nonsense like that 'scorned lover' crap and reprimands, and instead make myself concentrate on studying. God forbid I don't know the answers when Robby grills me with the same questions a second time. That would result in more reprimands from Robby I suppose, and with Ryan there witnessing me being scolded, it's a bit of a bitch. Robby chastised me for being late although he and Ryan weren't doing any studying, they were into a hot, sloppy kiss when I walked in on them. Damn, I gotta forget that and concentrate on memorizing this shit. But I can't concentrate because mostly I'm pissed-off I can't be alone with Robby and I'm a little worried about a talk I need to have with him about, specifically, the summer lawn cutting job. And another thing, I said I've been getting half the attention from Robby, but now that I think about it, it's not even half because he spends more than half his time with Ryan, and he's sleeping with him again tonight, too. So much for Ryan flipping around in his sleep keeping Robby awake like Robby complained to me after the first time they slept together. I think it's the first time, anyway. Damn, I'm frustrated! Getting my mind back to studying again, I begin mumbling the answers to the questions out loud hoping that helps me retain these boring facts. After ten minutes I find my mind's drifted back to Robby. When he told me he was sleeping with Ryan again tonight I was hesitant about reminding him that tomorrow night, Wednesday night, I'll be with Willie. But then later, I couldn't help myself, and I did mention it. I was hoping he'd switch nights so I'd get a turn tonight. Oh no, he wouldn't do that because he promised Ryan to spend the night with him, and he told me he doesn't go back on his word to either of us, which is a crock of crap because last Friday was my day with Robby and he still managed to slip a fuck in on Ryan's ass when the three of us were shooting pool at Ryan's friend's house. Robby apologized, not that his apology changed the facts of the matter and he slipped-up again Saturday afternoon by fucking Ryan in the pickup that afternoon, which he apologized for too. Sincere apologies for what that's worth! To my lament about Wednesday being my night with Willie, Robby said something like, 'Well, it would be your turn Wednesday, but you've got something you'd rather do than be with me, so....' and he'd spread his hands, like, 'what can I do?' Robby and me need to have a talk!

The hell with switching nights though! I'll get fucked plenty by Willie, let Robby fuck Ryan all he wants and maybe I'll even tell Robby about Ryan's recent infatuation with fucking me. See if Ryan seems so innocent to Robby then. No, of course I'm not going to do that because it'd be like cutting off my nose to spite my face. It would seem to Robby that I'm purposely trying to sabotage his current dream of having twin boyfriends; twins who are kissing his ass around the clock. Plus, I was as into Ryan's and my sex as much as Ryan was. Telling Robby about it is not a good idea; it'd be counterproductive and I've got to be smarter than that. Okay, I won't mention that during our talk, but I will mention the supervisory position for Ryan on the job because that will be a disaster if Robby goes through with it. Hmmm? Then Ryan taps me on the shoulder and I almost jump out of my chair. I hear the squeaky hinge of the bathroom door closing, as Ryan's saying, "Oh, sorry I startled you, Dylan, but Robby wants me to study here now and you're to go in the bedroom to be quizzed. He wants to quiz you on the material you're studying. Do ya want have a sexy kiss with me?" Rolling my eyes, I stand-up about to decline his generous offer, but Ryan immediately gets his hand between my legs grabbing my nuts. That takes me by surprise as he looks me in the eyes and then brazenly squeezes my balls, not real hard, just enough to get a squawk out of me as his hand goes behind my head, pulling it down to get his lips on mine, then his tongue goes into my mouth. Jesus! My reflex response, without thinking, is to kiss back, and it turns into a hot kiss with Ryan squeezing my balls every couple of seconds, each time a little harder. The combination of his awesome kissing technique and his dominant action of blatantly squeezing my nuts springs a hard, tight boner in my pants. Ryan feels it against his hand, and whispers, "I feel your boner, Dylan, and I know our fuck the other day turned you on as much as it turned me on. So listen, after the final exam tomorrow Robby needs to attend the break-up meeting for the baseball team," and a hard squeeze of my nuts gets me grunting in pain. I'm thinking of punching him in the face, but he says, "I'm doing this to help you, Dylan, not hurt you. Anyway, when Robby's at his meeting I'll do a repeat performance of our fuck, okay?" Before I can answer, he adds, "Meet me at my car right after the exam." Then he lets go of my balls with me groping my boner, asking, "What?" He says, "You heard me, my favorite twin," and a cute smile as he pushes his glasses up his little nose. When I frown, he goes, "Come on, Dylan, pleeeze!" The squeaky hinge on the bathroom door again means Robby's done with his piss, so I go, "We'll see," because I don't want to argue with Ryan, as it'll give Robby the wrong impression and I don't want him to think I'm being argumentative because of the talk I'm going to have with him about the summer job. Ryan nods his head with a grin, silently mouthing another long 'Pleeeze!' I take my sore nuts into the bedroom knowing I didn't spend enough time studying in the kitchen, but maybe enough sunk in my head that I can get by with that. We'll see. Robby smiles and then he kisses me too, and unknowingly sucks down some of Ryan's saliva from my mouth. Wonder if our saliva's noticeably different to Robby. He says, "We missed you at dinner tonight, and we really missed your cooking 'cause we both suck as chefs," and he laughs his easy laugh. Robby's almost always in a good, upbeat mood lately. Yeah, since he got his two boyfriends straightened-out, why wouldn't he be upbeat?! I shrug at the implied compliment about my cooking, then start to tell him about the strange happenings at Market Basket that Chubby and I witnessed earlier tonight, but he says, "We really need to use this time for study. Only two more finals and then it's party time, now's not the time for stories." I shrug again, but that's an example of how over-the-top he's getting. I take a deep breath, as Robby begins asking me test questions.

My answers to the questions consist mostly of me doing a lot of, "Umm?" and "Ahh?" and, "Would that be... um, no, I don't know that one," stuff like that as I get red in the face, embarrassed that I don't know the answers. After ten minutes Robby puts down the study guide and quietly, even sweetly, says, "Ya know, Dylan, you don't have to study with your twin and me. I'm offering my help, but if you don't want to do the work, that's okay too. You're a big boy. Would you rather study your own way? I mean, you've gotten okay grades on your own." Ignoring that, I irrationally ask, "Why won't you switch nights and sleep with me tonight, and then sleep with Ryan on Wednesday? You know damn well that Willie's coming up for the night tomorrow, and you're the one who said you were happy about that because of your guilty conscience about spending so much time with Ryan, and ignoring me. And you and Ryan did it last night and Friday night and Saturday afternoon too, which was supposed to be our time together." Robby squeezes the back of my neck affectionately, quietly saying, "I'm really ashamed of myself for the Friday night and the Saturday thing in my pickup, and the fact I can't drink isn't an acceptable excuse." Which makes me wonder why he mentioned it, but I don't say anything, as he goes on, "I'm terribly sorry for that, Dylan, really I am, and it won't happen again. But I spent most of the the weekend with you, so last night was Ryan's night, and tonight's the last night his roommate won't be in the dorm; we found that out this morning. So it's the last chance Ryan and I will have to sleep together, and he begs me and nags me, ya know? Sorta like you're doing now, begging and nagging. You and me will have Thursday and Friday night together. I'm sleeping here Wednesday night alone when you're with him, so it's not like I'll be with Ryan again." I nag Robby a little more, hating myself for having no pride left, and finally in a desperate attempt to come up with an idea that'll work, "Hey, how 'bout you and Ryan sleeping here in our bed Wednesday night." Robby firmly shakes his head, "Oh no! Chubby would get so pissed-off if I did that, and you know it too. He'd start a fight if I brought another boy into our bed when he's sleeping down the hall. That's out of the question; I'm sleeping alone, on your pillow, tomorrow night."

I'm defeated because Robby's right about Ryan sleeping here overnight. Chubby would never stand for me being disrespected like that. I take a deep breath, saying, "You win," and can't stop myself from adding, "Yep, you win again. Okay, I'll go in the kitchen, and concentrate on studying this time." Robby puts his face next to mine, his arm around my neck, the sides of our faces cheek to cheek, quietly asking, "Have you forgotten who loves you more than life itself? You know I love you way more than I could ever imagine loving Ryan, or any other boy. It's going to be me and you sleeping together the rest of our lives, and this interlude with twin boyfriends won't last more than the summer, if it even lasts that long. We've had this conversation a number of times already, Dylan. Haven't we? And, do I need to remind you again that this is your idea in the first place, right?" I go, "I remember you love me best, but don't rub it in that this is my idea because this twin stuff is not what I meant, and you know that." He says, "I know, you're right, but it's a variation of your idea and anyway, it's bringing us closer and closer together, you and me. Tough love for now maybe, but it could serve us the rest of our lives." He kisses me, then says, "Smile Dylan, I can't be happy unless you're happy too, and happy for me. I don't shine if you don't shine, you know that by now. This is temporary, this situation's only temporary, for a few months at most." I use one of the lines on him that Robby uses on me all the time, and say, "That's what you say now, but will you feel the same way weeks from now?" He goes, "Yes I will because my love for you is tattooed on my heart, it'll be there forever. Even if you dump me for someone else, I'll still love you." Lightening up a too-serious conversation, like I always do, I ask, "Oh, you'll pine for me after I dump you? How 'bout if it's me and Ryan living the high-life together, huh, how about then?" He laughs, "Yes, I'll pine for you no matter what, but I don't expect to need to do that because I'm never letting you go. Our chance meeting three years ago was fate. You are the boy of my fantasies and one way or another, I'll make you love me almost as much as I love you." Looking into his sincere eyes, I go, "It wasn't a chance meeting, you know... I planned it. But, okay, you win again 'cause I loved that you said 'you love me more than life itself', that's pretty good, and I love that you'd be pining away for me if I left you, too. And anyway, Ryan's not really my type. Now I'll go study like a good boy." He says, "Thanks for being you, Dylan, I don't want you to be anybody else." We kiss again as Ryan's standing in the doorway, "Ahem, um, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to use the bathroom." I say, "No problem, Ryan. I've been trying to get Robby to go over the material with me, but all he wants to do is make-out." Ryan laughs, saying, "I wish I had that problem, number one." I go, "Don't start coining phrases, Ryan, 'number one', my ass! Those kind of phrases come back to haunt you." And Robby, with a contented smirk, says, "You twins better stop this squabbling."

Ryan's smiling as he closes the squeaky bathroom door and I stop, look at Robby, then say, "Robby, ah, we need to talk about something else, too." He asks, "What?" then he motions to the empty chair, "Come on, sit down and tell me." I sit back down and look him in the eyes, "I've been thinking about this a lot and I gotta tell you." Robby has a serious look now as he nods his head. I suck on my lips a second, then shrug, "Well, it's this: your plan for Ryan this summer, on the job, isn't a good idea at all. And I'm just referring to the job this summer, not the twin boyfriends thing; I don't want to talk about that right now." Robby's eyes get big, "Whaddaya mean not a good idea?" I say, "Put yourself in the shoes of us lawn cutters on the crew. It's not right we'll need to try and impress Ryan, who has no experience to start with, and he's little and... um, it simply won't work. It will alienate Ryan too, no one will like him. If you want to give him jobs he can handle, fine. Even let him to the time-keeping and stuff like that, but don't formally announce to the guys the first day that Ryan's their boss; that he'll be the boss whenever you're busy with supervisors meeting or whatever. That'll go over like a lead balloon. No one's going to be happy about it, and you'll start out with a disgruntled crew from day one and then it'll get worse too, especially for poor Ryan. Supervising people's a tricky business as you know. And the dominant, run-a-tight-ship approach like you described to me yesterday is a recipe for disaster. I don't want to see you in that mess. I'm thinking of your welfare as much as anything; it'll fuck up your first supervisor's job." He goes, "You're just guessing it'll be a disaster, you don't know that. And I've given this a lot of thought." I say, "Just don't officially announce that Ryan's your assistant, that's all I'm saying. And, drop that tight-ship stuff, plus you don't even need an assistant. Assign him whatever jobs you want, but don't call him your assistant and don't tell all us guys we need to impress him. It won't work. I think this dominant success you've had with Ryan and me is going to your head a little. You're not thinking straight anymore. Reprimanding me for being late for our study group is stupid, and it's an example of you carrying things too far. You gotta rein yourself in! You said you don't want me to change, well I don't want you to change who you are either. The dominant stuff is fine within reason, but you keep taking it further, and it's not the real you. It's pissing me off. But forget that for now, it's mainly the assistant and tight-ship thing on the job that I'm concerned about for you . I'm trying to keep you from making a bad mistake on the job and letting down your dad, but mostly you'll be letting down yourself, and that's not what I want to see happen." He swallows hard, then avoiding the topic of him going overboard with the dominance in our everyday life, he mutters, "You're just jealous because I'm making Ryan my assistant and not you, but I explained that to you. I need to put guys in the jobs they're best suited for, you know, depending on their ability and, like you said, Ryan's on the small side." I wave my hand dismissively, and say, "Forget that stuff about me being jealous, I'm not! And who hires a kid who's on the small side to do a laborer's job, especially one that's never had a job?That's what grass cutting boils down to... it's manual labor. Robby, it don't matter if I'm jealous or not, Ryan as a laborer is a very bad idea to start with and making him the crew's boss is even a worse idea; it will be disastrous for you. You need to be in charge of your crew, and we're cutting lawns, we're not in the Navy so your tight-ship shit won't fly with teen boys cutting grass. You need to build rapport, not dissension with the guys; you've got to gain the respect of the guys on your crew. We gotta like our supervisor, and that's especially true when our boss is our contemporary. If you were an adult, maybe your supervisory tight-ship approach might work, but it won't work for kids your own age, it just won't. Sure everyone needs to work hard, but there's got to be some fun as well to build camaraderie among the crew. Use your winning personality to get guys wanting to do good work, set incentives; that sort of thing, not some tight ass approach. Chubby won't last a day on the job, and how about Dodger? You think he'd put up with that hard ass approach, and working for Ryan?" Robby lowers his eyes, then he says, "I'm starting to see things from your point of view, Dylan, and the other guys on the crew. But don't tell Chubby, for God's sake. Let me rethink this." I rub his back, "Robby, no matter what you think my motivation for bringing this up is, I'm mostly worried about you and how it'd be if you failed at your first supervisory position. Really!" He says, "I've always cared what you think, Dylan, and you make a lot of sense. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but you're right; especially about Dodger and Chubby. They'd end up mocking Ryan. Don't say anything to anybody... about this, I mean. I've got to rethink it, but what about that thing you said about the dominance thing going to my head?" I go, "We'll talk about that some other time, okay? Um, you're just acting like an asshole occasionally, but the job thing is more important to think about for right now." Robby's like, "Asshole? I'm..." but Ryan opens the squeaky bathroom door, and I whisper, "We'll have a heart-to-heart talk about that later, you know," and I nod my head at a smiling Ryan, who asks, "You guys whispering about me?" I go, "I was telling Robby what a great twin boyfriend you are, Ryan." He goes, "Oh sure... haha." Muttering to Ryan, "I gotta study some more 'cause I don't know the material yet," then to Robby, "Let me know when it's my turn, Robby." I purposely left it vague whether I mean my turn to answer test questions or my turn to be with Robby alone. Give him something else to ponder.

Taking the study guide from Robby, I mutter, "Twins, my ass," and we all chuckle, knowing that 'twin' has become part of our lexicon now. As I'm walking back to the kitchen, I'm thinking that talking frankly makes me feel better about things, but I don't want to get my hopes up that Robby sees the light until he actually sees it, and does something about it.This time I concentrate on memorizing the study material and when it's my turn to be grilled, I get all the questions correct. Robby doesn't mention the stuff I talked to him about. He needs to think about it, and if I know Robby, he'll do the right thing. We study some more for tomorrow's exam and later we'll spend time studying for the final, final exam of our freshman year, which will be on Thursday, and thank God for that. Thursday's exam requires additional study, but I could get a passing grade with what I've committed to memory already. During our study group we've taken two cigarette breaks, and at the first one I noticed Ryan's mastered the art of smoking cigarettes; he now smokes the identical way Robby smokes, even trying to blow smoke rings like Robby. Robby seems distracted, not his usual bossy self of late, so he's probably mulling over in his head what I said earlier. I'm positive I gave him good advice, but it's not like I'm thinking I'm a genius, it's more like what I said is obvious common sense and Robby's idea wasn't; it was stupid. His judgement is fucked up, maybe because he likes his ass being kissed by Ryan and maybe subconsciously he wanted to reward Ryan for that by giving him the assistant position. That's a indefensible concept and Robby's going to recognize that fact now that I've given him a little heads-up on what would surely happen. I mean, he'll dealing with kids his own age on his lawn cutting crew and this romanticized idea that his crew will be a tight ship... pleeeeze! Robby apparently hasn't told Ryan any of the things I said to him during our 'talk' because Ryan is doing his normal stuff with me. By that I mean that the couple of times he and I are alone for a few minutes he gets my balls in his little fist and squeezes while doing his kiss. I tolerate it because I don't want him to think anything's wrong, and because I'm interested in duplicating his kiss... haha. That's because it's a hot and sexy way to kiss and it could come in handy. The ball squeezing seems to go with the kiss in Ryan's mind so when I get a second I ask him about kissing while crunching my nuts. He tells me the Eagle Scout taught him how to use his tongue and lips, sucking while massaging the tongue of the boy he's kissing, and ball squeezing is just a part of it. I know Ryan's kissing is as hot for Robby as it is for me because I've seen those two kissing quite often now, and Robby's usually breathless after they kiss, and usually groping himself as well, but there's no ball busting going on with Robby's balls so maybe the ball crunching with me is, in Ryan's mind, him trying to get me used to it. I'd like to believe he sincerely believes if I get used to it my climaxes will be better, like he claims his are. I'm doubtful that will ever be true for me, plus I'm pretty sure I'm never going be able to duplicate Ryan's kissing technique anyway. I say that because my tongue isn't as large as Ryan's and that's an important part of it. I don't mention the obvious omission of ball crunching when Ryan kisses with Robby because it's probably the obvious explanation; Ryan's in a submissive mind set with Robby and a dominant one with me, and therefore submissive Dylan gets his balls crunched.

We're currently on our thirdand last break of the night. Robby's in the kitchen talking to his brother on his cell phone as usual; they talk with each other every night. Ryan grabs my balls, without the kiss this time, asking me, "Let me know when it gets painful, Dylan. I need to learn the pressure for a squeeze that I can use to be just this side of painful for you, and then I'll know how hard to squeeze when I'm fucking you to give you pain and pleasure at the same time, but not too much pain. The pressure will increase each time I fuck you 'cause you'll get used to it and you'll want more; you'll see I'm right about that. Isn't this awesome, by the way? I mean, we can have sex with Robby's approval, and do it as often as we want." So I was right about my guess that Ryan actually thinks he's helping me with the ball squeezing. He's tightening his grip on my nuts and I put up with it because I'd like to experience that feeling again; the one I got climaxing the last time Ryan fucked me while squeezing my nuts. Plus, if I complain about this ball squeezing it might seem wimpy to Ryan, which my pride won't allow. Robby's busy fucking Ryan most of the time anyway and I'm mostly left looking forward to my twin fucking me, and he's apparently very interested in doing that, but he thinks ball crushing needs to be a part of it. So, ya know, if it's a little before a climax like I had last time, I'll give it a shot. My hands are on his waist as he slowly squeezes my balls, and then I'm like, "Ow, ohh, no Ryan!" He tightens his grip more and I let out a muffled yelp, hoping Robby doesn't hear it from the kitchen. Ryan goes, "You can take more than that, Dylan. I'm trying to help you here, please work with me, Okay?" I mutter, "Yeah, alright," and he squeezes harder, which really hurts and I bury my face in Ryan's chest and screech out. One last squeeze and he lets go to lift my face with both his hands and then gives me one of his patented long sexy kisses that makes me forget the pain in my nuts. All my senses concentrate on my mouth and tongue, then my cock as it quickly firms up. There might be something to Ryan's ball squeezing after all. Then I hear, "Ah, my twins are kissing," from Robby, who's sliding the screen door open, done with his conversation with Dodger, still not acting like the chipper boy he's been lately. Ryan does a few last things with his tongue against mine and then breaks the kiss, saying, "Yes, Robby, my twin and I are getting to be kissing twins thanks to you." I'm wiping tears from my eyes, tears I didn't realize had dropped from my eyes with that last hard squeeze of my nuts. My nuts, by the way, are still pulsating, a condition I didn't notice during the kiss. Robby's patting my back, forcing a chuckle, then says, "See what I gotta put up with, Dylan? Well, not the balls crunching, of course. I mean, Ryan nags and then lays his patented kiss on me and I usually give in. Don't ya, Ryan?" Robby seems melancholy as he squeezes the back of Ryan's neck. Ryan of course leans into Robby for a one arm hug. Then Robby absently says, "Okay, we're a kissin' cousins bunch, and that makes me feel good, but we need to finish up the study group now, it's already eleven-thirty."

The only explanation I can think of to figure out Robby's blasé attitude about Ryan and me kissing, and even fucking, is that he's so confident now that both Ryan and me are devoted to him that he's not worried in the least that he'll lose either of us, and if it creates harmony in his threesome, all the better; in Robby's mind anyway. That's a guess of course 'cause I can't read his mind. Ryan pats my back grinning at me, like, 'See? I told you we're good to go with whatever we want to do...' Just when I think it can't get any more confusing or ridiculous in our threesome, it does just that, with the emphasis on 'ridiculous'. I look at Robby, and he gives me a grin, so maybe it'll work out; the job situation I mean. The twin boyfriend situation can wait because it's not as a big problem for me at the moment, while I'm sincerely concerned about Robby making a fool out of himself with that tight-ship shit; he can be naive at times. Chubby comes in fifteen minutes later grumbling about being sick of studying, "This nightmare will never be over," he announces to the three of us while standing at the bedroom door. We all turn to look at him, as he adds, "I'm glad you three are suffering too, I'd hate to think I'm the only one suffering through study groups." I make a face like, 'This is the worst!' and Chubby goes, "Yeah, ain't this fun?" Ryan and me yell, "Hell no! It sucks," Chubby shakes his head, maybe in disbelief at how hard college can be this time of year, or maybe he's shaking his head incredulously about our our improbable three-way love affair, or maybe it's the idea of little Ryan being our immediate supervisor on the job this summer -- or maybe it's all three things that are making him shake his head. After staring at the three of us for a few seconds, Chubby goes, "I'm taking a shower now so I can sleep later in the morning. Don't work too hard you three," and this time I know he's staring at Ryan. I don't know what Chubby's thinking although there are many things to wonder where Ryan's concerned. As Chubby leaves, everyone mumbles "Good night" and "Good luck tomorrow, Chubby." Robby takes a big breath, then checks his watch, and says, "Fifteen more minutes, and we're done." Us twins exchange looks, rolling our eyes because we both wanted to be done an hour ago.

One last review is of the most important material, stuff that's definitely going to be on the exam. Then Robby pats both his twin's backs as he's standing up, muttering, "Thank God that's over. This does suck!" Ryan and I get up then, as Robby's asking me, "Dylan, do you need a ride tomorrow or can you get a ride with Chubby?" I go, "I'll go in with Chubby, he has an eleven o'clock exam too." We're all tired, plus, we're sick and tired of the college grind, and Robby's also got job matters on his mind to mull over. Everyone gets their stuff and pack their backpack for tomorrow; Ryan's stuffing his and Robby's in his backpack because Robby wants one of us twins carrying his books for him; usually it's me. Robby's staying with Ryan tonight so he gets a few things from the bathroom he'll need for tomorrow morning, then passes Ryan the clothes he'll wear tomorrow. He asks me, "When will you study tomorrow if you're spending the night with him?" I go, "I'll find the time," and he does a long exhale puffing out his cheeks, sighing, "It's just you and me for tomorrow's study group, Ryan." Ryan appears surprised to hear that, and asks, "Who ya spending the night with, Dylan?" I go, "A friend. The kid I went to Key West with." Ryan does that opening of his eyes real wide behind his eyeglasses, a look of 'Holy shit!' as he glances at Robby. Apparently Robby hasn't told him about Willie. Then Ryan asks, "Um, Dylan, does that mean we can't hangout together when Robby's at his team break-up meeting tomorrow? You promised..." I go, "Oh yeah, I'm sorry, Ryan, I didn't think of that until just now." Robby goes, "Dylan, my baseball meeting is only two hours, surely you can meet your Key West friend then, and still keep your twin company." Ryan's nodding his head real fast at me, like he does when he's anxious to get his way. As he's pushing his glasses up, I'm thinking, 'I don't want to give Robby anymore to think about than I already have, and Ryan wants to fuck me pretty badly, so why not?' The fact is, getting fucked before I meet Willie might be a good idea. It'll be three days since Robby last fucked me, and I don't want to be too overly eager for sex with Willie. It'll get him rolling early with that dominance he gets into with sex, then carries it over after the sex. I'm determined not to fall into that pathetically over-submissive frame of mind like what occurred in Key West, although I am interested in that weird sensation of feeling like a little boy again. That's a mysterious sensation, one Ryan says his Eagle Scout induced in him quite often, so it's not just me. I go, "Okay, Robby, if you say so," and Robby gives me a smile, nodding his head as if to say, 'Good, you're still letting me be the leader," and he seems a little surprised by that. Of course, he doesn't know my motives, although I don't know his either. Perhaps Robby's demonstrating to Ryan that I too follow Robby's leadership. Whatever, this is good, getting away tomorrow afternoon and night with Willie will give Robby time to think about the things I said and maybe we can start fresh after that. Ryan's smiling and looking at Robby with admiration in his eyes, a little hero worship too, perhaps he's proud that Robby's taken his side and is looking out for him by telling me to postpone my get together with Willie and spend that time with my twin.

Anyway it's settled: Robby's twin boyfriends know their place. Robby gives me a kiss 'goodnight', almost a thank you kiss it seems, and I say that from the look in Robby's eyes. Ryan and I do our 'goodbye' kiss, without Ryan squeezing my nuts, just a quick kiss on the lips and a mumbled, "Goodnight, see you tomorrow," then a grin with Ryan's tired eyes sparkling behind his eyeglasses for a second, thinking about tomorrow I'm guessing. Can't lie to myself, I want to feel that fuck from Ryan again so maybe my eyes sparkled for a second, too. They leave and Chubby's already in bed, so that's what I'm going to do as well. Everyone is tired and sick of finals week, and we all need our sleep. I'll take my shower in the morning because I'm yawning like mad and can't wait to get to sleep, although I wish I didn't need to fall asleep alone, but it is what it is. After the routine bathroom stuff is taken care of I climb into bed, alone, and do what I always do, what I always do too much of, as a matter of fact, I analyze the latest situation I find myself in. Initially, I'm thinking this whole thing ain't gonna work, like Chubby predicted. I'm referring to the twin boyfriend thing and me acquiescing to Robby's every wish. That's getting him and Ryan everything they want, while I'm getting the leftovers. Plus, whether Robby's aware of it or not, he is favoring Ryan and I'm thinking that while this three-way relationship isn't completely dark yet, it's getting there, and I'm a little scared, scared of what comes next. It's a contradictory situation here, one in which Robby claims deep, undying love and devotion to me, and then treats Ryan like he's the one who Robby's feeling those emotions for, more than me. And even as I say that, I'm aware that in this latest situation where I'm to stay with Ryan tomorrow afternoon, I'm getting what I want too. I'm getting the dominant fuck from Ryan before I see Willie. It's a good tuneup, but I also feel a dominant fuck is a good thing because I won't be desperate for sex when I see Willie. I'm not sure what Robby's thinking about all this. I do know his activities and attention with and for Ryan have made me hungrier for Robby than before, so maybe that's what he's thinking, thinking that it's all working the way he'd hoped it would. Now, however, there's the talk I had with him about the job next week, that's something else for him to consider. It boils down to the mistake he's making with that ridiculous assistant supervisory position for Ryan, but I also dropped in that Robby's acting like an asshole at times with this dominance thing in our everyday life, too. Yeah, I think he'll see the light about the job, but I'm not sure about the rest. Robby said his tough love for me will serve us for the rest of our lives and that 'rest of our lives' part sounds good, so maybe it ain't really getting dark with us twin boyfriends quite yet. Obviously Robby's purpose is have us finally agreeing to go steady for real, which means an end to my alley-catting around. The thing is I'm not ready to stop just yet. I'm still thinking we're too young to go steady, and yet I don't want Robby to continue this open and honest three-way stuff that he's got going, either. I want him to do his alley-catting around discreetly, like it should be done, like I do it. So, to say I know how everything will turn-out would be an enormous overstatement. And my going over this in my head endlessly isn't doing me any good; what I need to do is get back in the frame of mind where I'm willingly going with the flow, for a little longer at least. It's only fair to allow Robby time too come to his senses. For one thing, after this week it won't be a matter of Robby sleeping with me or Ryan because he'll be sharing a bedroom - and probably a bed at times - with his brother, Dodger. So there's comfort in knowing he won't be with Ryan, while there's misery knowing he won't be with me either. Maybe after spending a day and night with Willie, which is always an adventure, I'll have a fresh perspective on everything. And maybe it'll make everything worse. I better try concentrating on my 'go with the flow' theory a little harder.

In the morning I'm thinking, 'Good, I obviously fell asleep pretty fast last night. I must have because my analysis of my situation ended abruptly. Did I resolve anything though? The answer must be yes, I'm going with the flow a little longer'. So that's something to concentrate on, and I did have that talk with Robby, I'm glad that's out of the way. Robby said he and I would be together both Thursday and Friday night. Then we'll all be going home and sleep in our own beds for the summer; except for those rare occasions for me where I have a drunken sleep with me... haha. Okay, things look brighter this morning. I was too tired last night to think straight. I mean, what's so bad about my life? Nothing really. I believe Robby's following a path he firmly believes will end with him and me in love, exclusively, forever. And, maybe he's right, but for the next three months, for the summer in other words, we'll probably continue this goofy relationship involving Ryan. If this afternoon sex with Ryan is as hot as it was last time, so much the better. Ryan and me fucking is basically with Robby's blessings, so no guilty conscience to worry about either. See how a good night's sleep can allow a more positive outlook! I've merely got to get my jealousy under control and enjoy the summer, I don't see why I can't do that. Go with the flow, be positive and keep a smile on my face, that's the ticket! Some things are always going to be out of my control anyway 'cause that's just the way life is. First things first: I text a lie to Willie that my test time has been changed and I won't get out until three o'clock, so I can't meet him until three-fifteen. Okay, now for a shower and get this fuckin' exam out of the way, and summer vacation will be a mere one exam away. Hot shit! This is the kind of positive outlook I need to maintain. Dressed and ready to get this exam done, I get a text back from Willie: 'Damn, another two hours I won't be able to spend with you. We'll make up for it this summer. See you soon, Willie.' I'm making a K-cup of coffee in the kitchen when Chubby pops in to join me. He's bright eyed, but a little grumpy, like we all are first thing in the morning. "Yo, Dylan, whassup?" Chubby mumbles and I go, "I can't wait to get this exam out of the way. This week sucks." He nods his head and uses the Keurig coffee maker to make a hot chocolate, muttering, "I need a sugar rush this morning. Let's grab a cigarette on the balcony."

We wander outside sipping our drinks, then I light a cigarette and pass it to Chubby. After taking a drag, he passes it back to me, saying, "I can't wrap my head around that nutty relationship you three lunatics are in. What's Robby see in that little character, Ryan?" I shrug, "I'm not sure. Who knows the reason two people connect, I sure don't. I mean, 'looks' matter obviously, and personality too, and.... I don't know." Chubby says, "Personality for sure, a good sense of humor is more or less essential too, but you put too much emphasis on a person's looks. I mean, if a person's not a gargoyle, looks should be way down your list of priorities, don't ya think?" I grin, saying, "Not for a shallow person like me, no. Looks come first, you're the one who takes out unattractive girls." He's indignant, "I do not! Name one bad looking girl I've dated." I blow smoke out, saying, "All of them 'cause they're not boys, haha." Chubby chuckles, "You're consistent, I'll give you that." I go, "And anyway, you're being hypocritical about the looks thing because you've never pointed out a bad looking girl to say, 'Hey, Dylan, get a load of her.' They're hot babes you point out, like that girl yesterday in line at Market Basket." He says, "Ya got me there, dude." Then he goes, "This three-way thing you, Robby and Ryan got going for yourselves, how's that work?" I go, "Robby takes turns, mostly. It's fine with Ryan, but not so much with me. I'm jealous." Chubby grins, "The embarrassing things you confess to me make me laugh. I'd think you'd keep that to yourself and act cool, like it don't bother you." I take a drink of coffee, then go, "Not with you, Chubby. I say whatever's on my mind with you, I act cool about stuff with everybody else." He passes me the cigarette 'cause we smoke a cigarette like pot smokers smoke a joint, passing it back and forth. He asks, "Even with Robby?" and I say, "Not always, sometimes I get into pathetic whining about it with him, but Robby says this is only a temporary situation, one that will serve him and me well in the long run." Chubby goes, "What?" and I explain, "Yeah, because now I'm experiencing a little of how it'd be without Robby in my life, and therefore I'm recognizing I need to appreciate what I've got with being Robby's boyfriend more, and love him more, and stop my alley-cat ways." "Jesus!" Chubby exclaims, "Robby sounds like an asshole with that crap. He's using that bogus logic to excuse his own alley-cat ways, using your funny term for screwing around." I take a big breath, muttering, "That thought's crossed my mind, but what can I do about it?" Chubby takes a final drag off of the cigarette and flicks it over the railing. It almost hits the top rail, but doesn't, instead it flies about fifteen feet before falling onto the parking lot. Damn! I would had ragged on his ass if he messed-up that flip. He says, "What you ought to do is call his bluff. Tell him, 'Okay, you have Ryan as your boyfriend, and I wish you both happiness and good luck, but I'm moving on to find my own boyfriend,' that's what you need to do." I make a face, then shrug, mumbling, "I don't want to do that because I'm not as sure that it'll work as you are. And I got the hots for him, bad!" Chubby drinks his hot chocolate, he has a chocolate mustache when he moves the mug away, then he wipes it away with the back of his hand, saying, "He's got the hots for you too, ya know. I see the way he looks at you. Think about it, Dylan, 'cause I want my smiling best bud-the-world-has-ever-seen back. I miss that best bud." I ask, "What do you mean? I smile." He says, "Nobody knows you like I do, and I can tell you're stressed out with this nonsense of Robby's and I'm really disappointed in him too! It's a bullshit thing to do to you. Maybe no one else notices you're unhappy, but I do and I'm going to knock somebody's teeth down their throat if I see you hurting more than you're hurting now." I say, "I hope it's not my teeth you're referring to," and Chubby hugs my shoulders, saying, "Not in a million years, Dylan. Your teeth are safe with me, but one or both of the other two better find a way to make you happy or there's going to be trouble. And another thing, I'm not working on the crew this summer if Robby doesn't wise up where you're concerned. I'm telling you again, call his fucking bluff! If it doesn't work you haven't lost much 'cause this ill-conceived three-way thing is a loser, and it was from the start!" I shrug and he hugs me again, saying, "I love ya, bro, and I can't stand you being hurt. Stand up for yourself. Call Robby's stupid bluff!"

That's all we have to say about that. Maybe Chubby's right, but what if he's wrong? I suck at poker. When we play poker for quarters, I never bring more than twenty dollars with me because I always lose (I also don't know when to quit so by taking only twenty dollars with me that's the most I can lose that night). Following Chubby suggestion is like betting all the money I have on one hand. Bluff, my ass, ya gotta have the cards to win and for now Robby's got the winning hand. We get our backpacks and Chubby drives me to Merrimack talking about, what else, his girlfriend, Samantha. He's saying, "I don't know how it happened, but it seems like I'm getting a thing for Sam again. She's acting mighty amorous lately, and not pulling that bitchy shit that Mary pain-in-my-ass Jo pulls on me all the time. Plus, Sam's a better piece of ass and she's got bigger tits too." As he goes on talking about girls I'm miming throwing up by pretending to stick my finger down my throat, which makes Chubby laugh, and adds, "You should see her twat," and I'm gagging at that and acting the fool. Chubby laughs at all my stuff, even if it's not particularly funny. He likes to laugh. Dropping me off at the quad, he drives around to the other side of this huge building to be near his exam's site. I'm walking up the steps when I hear Ryan yell, "Dylan, wait for us," and I turn around and watch Robby and Ryan approaching. Ryan always walks too close to Robby, it looks too gay if you ask me. He runs up the last three steps and kisses me on the lips, saying, "Hiya doing, twin?" I go, "There are kids walking past us, Ryan! You kissed me right in front of three girls." He says, "Bet it made them jealous of me," then Robby says, "What the fuck ya doing, Ryan? We kiss 'hello' and 'goodbye' when we're alone!" Ryan looks hurt, mumbling, "I'm sorry, but screw them, we don't know 'em. I wanted to kiss my twin, hello, that's all." Robby looks at me shaking his head, repeating what Ryan just said, mimicking him, "He wanted to kiss his twin 'hello'." Then he says in a serious manner, "See how he follows directions, Dylan?" Oh great, Robby's turned this into an object lesson for me, as I mutter, "I follow directions, too," and I kiss Robby on the lips, muttering, "Good morning, Robby," just as two of his teammates are coming up the steps. Robby sees them with his high powered peripheral vision and does a phony laugh wiping his mouth, yelling, "You asshole! Hahaha," then he exaggerates surprise seeing his teammates, "Rory, Teddy, whassup?" The taller of the two says, jokingly, "Jesus, Rob, your girlfriend's awful cute but kinda macho with those big guns she's got, and no tits? What's with that?" Robby gets me around the neck, joking, "Oh, her?" then to me, "You're not a boy are you?" I shrug out of his arm, muttering, "Stop fucking around, Rob. I was just winning a bet, ya asshole!" The teammates ask, 'How much did ya win?" I go, "Not enough to do it again, that's fer sure." They chuckle, then notice Ryan and one of them says, "Hey, it's our jock-sniffing equipment manager," and the shorter one says, "Whassup, Ryan?" He goes, "Not much, Rory." Then Robby and the teammates huddle to discuss this afternoon's baseball break-up meeting. Ryan and I lean against the railing on the other side of the wide entrance to the Quad building. I go, "Way to cause trouble, Ryan!" He says, "Hey, yeah, sorry 'bout that, but you're a quick thinker, Dylan. You totally fooled those jocks." I ask, "Why aren't you going to the breakup meeting?" He says, "It's players only, and anyway I've got something much better to do this afternoon with you, twin," as he pushes his glasses up his little nose. He's cuter than I gave him credit for at first, but like Shaun, Ryan's looks and size don't compute with the rough BDSM type sex they both like. What a coincidence to encounter both of them the same month, one gives the hard sex and the other wants it. Now, hey, that's a match, and I gotta get them together some time.Hmmm, that might be the answer I'm looking for! I was joking about it with Shaun the other day, but goddammit it's a solid idea. But how to make it work? Nah, we only got a couple more days, that's not nearly enough time! Fuck!

Robby comes over, saying, "Good recovery, Dylan, they took the kiss as a guy's joke, but you need to listen to me a little closer. We only do the kissing when we're alone! I'd just finished telling that to Ryan, and then you kiss me. Use your head!" Robby's talking sternly to me, but Ryan is the one who looks down, saying, "I'm sorry, Rob. It's was all my fault, not Dylan's, I started it." Robby squeezes behind his neck, saying to me, "You see how your twin's willing to take the blame for you?" I shrug, not about to give that dumb comment a comment. Robby looks stern now, saying to me, "Tell Ryan, thanks for sticking-up for you," and I see he's serious. Too bad he din't take my comment about him acting like an asshole occasionally to heart. Fuck it, instead of turning this into an issue, which I have no way of winning anyway, I look at Ryan, then punch his shoulder lightly, mumbling, "Thanks, twin, for sticking-up for me." Ryan doesn't smirk, but I'll bet he wanted to 'cause everything he does, Robby twists so that I'm looking like the troublemaker, while Ryan's exemplary in his behavior no matter what he does. Oh brother! We walk inside then and Ryan goes downstairs as Robby and I go upstairs. I'm not talking, so Robby pulls me over against the wall, and asks in a nice way, "You're not pouting are you?" and he turns his head doing a exaggerated stare into my eyes, trying to be funny, but he's serious too. Another no win situation for me. I can act petulant or pretend I'm fine, which is the choice I take, saying, "Hell no, Robby. Why would you ask me that? I'm trying to go over the review we had last night in my head, that's all." He smiles, "Liar, but another good recovery by you," and he gets his arm across my shoulders as we walk into the lab where we'll take the exam. The next hour and forty-five minutes go by quickly as I concentrate only on the exam, and once again I feel confident that I got a damn good score on it, thanks to the study group. I finish first this time and go outside to wait for Robby and Ryan, but Ryan's already there. He goes, "Damn, that was easy! Robby's tutoring is doing wonders for my GPA." Then he glances around to see if we're observed, and gives me a quick kiss on my lips. I mumble, "Hey, twin, how ya doing? And I'm glad you did good on the test, I think I did good on mine too," without giving the kiss a second thought. It's funny how quickly I've come to accept it as a normal thing, hello and goodbye kisses for my twin, what's wrong with that? Ryan's very comfortable with it too, so Robby gets some things right because the kiss does make Ryan and me tighter. Other things Robby does is just wrong though, and I hope it's just a case of Robby not knowing he's acting like a dictator sometimes. I'd hate to think he's doing it intentionally. Ryan bumps into to me lightly to get my attention. He's grinning, then as he pushes his glasses up his nose, excitedly asks, "You anxious for me to fuck you, Dylan?" He seems so happy about it I go, "Yeah, Ryan, whaddaya think," and do the squeeze at the back of his neck like Robby does. Ryan's like, "This is the most fun I've ever had! Robby's the perfect boyfriend, too good for me, fer sure. And you're the perfect twin too! Isn't Robby fantastic the way he handles us twins, fair as he can be and he's the one who encouraged you and me to become friends in the first place, aren'y ya glad he did, Dylan?" I shrug, muttering, "Yeah, it's great..." and he's concerned now, "Ya didn't say that like you really mean it. Don't you like me anymore?" Jeez! I smile and give him one of Robby's neck hugs, saying, "Sure I do, you're a great twin, Ryan!" Big smiles, and Robby comes outas I'm hugging Ryan's neck. He says, "Awww, my twins like each other. That's awesome!" and he pats both of us on the shoulder, adding, "I thought you two would be gone by now. I gotta go right over to the field house so you twins might as well run along too, and Dylan, don't take off until I can say goodbye to you. Wait for me." I go, "Sure thing, Robby, um, what time do you think you'll get back to the apartment?" He says, "When I get there, I'll tell you what time then. Alright? Just wait for me, and I wanna hear a full report how the twin's sex went too...haha. Go get 'em tiger," to Ryan, as I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, again thing aboutmy comment to Robby that he acts like an asshole at times. Just now, for example. Then from Robby to me, a sincere, "You're being sensational about everything, Dylan, and I can't thank you enough," and I get a neck hug with Ryan taking a deep breath, although he doesn't let it out slowly. Now that Robby's gone, Ryan takes on the dominant position, and says, "Okay, let's get moving, Dylan." Haha, damn if that didn't get my dick stirring a little. Little Ryan dominating my ass. Damn, that's hot, I gotta admit. Still, no sense in letting Ryan get too wrapped up in himself, so I go, "I'll get moving, my little twin, when I'm goddamn ready to get moving." Ryan immediately drops his voice, to say, "I didn't mean anything by that, Dylan. I'm anxious, ya know... that's all, I'm excited and anxious," and he leans into me grinning. He's cute.

I go, "Okay, I'm goddamn ready to get moving now." Ryan laughs and we walk towards his car while he's explaining something about his plans for fucking me, but I'm not listening. Instead, I'm thinking I'll need to text Willie again, and change our meeting time again till later, which he's going to get pissed about. Not a good way to get our date off the ground, but spending the next couple of hours with Ryan makes sense on a number of levels. Then I'm thinking back on this day so far, and damn, I got blamed, or sort of blamed, by Robby for two things today already, and they were both actually more Ryan's fault than mine, but in Robby's head he's got me as the troublemaker. Ryan asks, "Yo, where you going, Dylan? The car's right here." I turn around, "Oh, I didn't know what kind of car you had," and walk back to him standing beside his mother's nondescript car. We get in and I notice it still has the cool new car smell. I had said I didn't know what kind of car he has, but that's a lie because I saw him get in it that night I first saw Robby fucking Ryan. Well, the only time I saw Robby fucking Ryan, but I knew it was going on regularly behind closed doors. At the apartment complex, Ryan steers his car into the closest of many parking spots available to him, but I refuse to think about where I always need to park. We get out and Ryan says, "Come on, move it," and I laugh because he's still trying to get into the character of a dominant sex partner. In the apartment I go for a cold drink from the refrigerator, but Ryan says, "Forget the drink, and start getting those clothes off." Okay, if I play along it might help with the climax because I'd surely like to duplicate the last one I had with Ryan. And, what an excellent tune-up for Willie too. He doesn't really do rough sex, like Ryan does on me and like I copied for Shaun, but it's at least good practice, getting me ready for Wille's dominant ways... heh heh. This will be the start of my adventure in submissive-land, although I'm not repeating my last embarrassing trip there with Willie. Just get a taste to satisfy this submissive fetish I have. Wonder how I developed this fetish anyway? I had it as far back as fat Carl because that's when I first noticed it, although I didn't call it 'submissive' back then; I didn't call it anything, it just was. Back in the present, I notice that Ryan doesn't ask where I want to do 'it' this time. He says instead, "In the bedroom you go, come on move it," and he looks cute trying to be stern so I hustle into the bedroom hiding a giggle with a fake cough. If I started that damn giggling sometimes it's hard to stop. Of course, my obedient behavior is just encouraging Ryan, but I sorta want to encourage him this time. He watches me get undressed standing too close to me, like he does with Robby. He's got his arms folded and that imitation of a stern look on his face, tapping his toe impatiently. His image takes a hit though when he needs to push his glasses back up his little nose, but I keep a straight face.

When I'm standing in front of him bare-ass naked, he reaches down and grabs my balls in his little fist, like I knew he would, and squeezes, getting a squeal out of me, but not a big one. He leads me, using my scrotum as a leash, over to the desk chair, then he sits down. "Lay across my lap with your balls between my legs, but keep your dick pointed up above my legs. I don't want that snake absorbing any of the necessary thigh squeezes on your nuts. What's your safe word?" I say, "Let's make it 'safe word'," and he nods as I lay across his lap positioning my cock and balls the way he wants them. "Good," is his only response before a tight squeeze of his thighs has me seeing stars and screaming out like Shaun did. It does help to scream, so Shaun's right about that. Ryan says, "That squeeze was so you'll remember what you get for squirming. Do you understand?" I mutter, "Yeah, I got it, Ryan." I'm thinking about me strapping Shaun with my belt, so the first few smacks on my ass seem like child's play, but after four or five more my buttocks are getting warm and Ryan's doing a steady slapping-spanking. Two minutes into it, I begin to squirm, but feel I'd look like a pussy using the safe word already. Ryan gives my balls a hurting crush and when my scream dies down, an exaggerated scream at that, Ryan says simply, "No squirming allowed, you know the rules," and continues spanking me. I decide I'll count to twenty more smacks on my ass and then say 'safe word' 'cause that seems like enough to satisfy Ryan. Well, after only ten more I start groaning, then squirming on his lap again and get a mighty squeeze on my nuts that really has me screaming, screaming for real this time, followed by five extra hard slaps on the same butt cheek, which has become ridiculously hot and stingingly sore. Willie will seem like a piece of cake after dealing with Ryan, which is a side benefit I hadn't thought of. I'm determined to wait for the twentieth smack before surrendering, and I don't feel my stinging ass now as much as my pulsating balls anyway. Ryan says, "See if you can take fifteen more, you're really doing great this time. Much better than your embarrassingly babyish first time, fer sure." I bite my lip, goofily proud of the compliment and try to go the whole fifteen, but realize I'm soon blubbering, with tears running down my face, so I meekly say, "Safe word, safe word," and Ryan slaps one more time, mumbling, "Ya big baby," but stops and no more thigh squeezes on my nuts either, so I feel real relief immediately. He says, "You know what to do," I slide off his lap rubbing my smacked ass with both hands wondering why I thought this was a good idea. Standing in front of Ryan, still rubbing my red, stinging ass cheeks until he does an impatient hand motion indicating I need to sit down now. I very gently sit on Ryan's lap facing him with a leg on either side of him. He speaks quietly, "It'll be alright. Put your hands on my hips when you sit on my lap like this." I do it right away, realizing that the quiet, confident voice giving instructions to me has put me deeper into a submissive frame of mind. I apparently slipped into it when I was being spanked in this humiliating manner. My hands on his narrow hips now, he adds, "Remember to do this automatically next time." I go, "Okay," and he says, "Let me see your face, look down at me." The top of my head is maybe nine inches above the top of his because I'm taller to start with, and I'm sitting on his lap. He goes, "That's a lot of tears, Dylan. I'm actually proud of you that you could take so many slaps during your spanking," and as he wipes my tears with the palms of his hands and I again stupidly enjoy the compliment, muttering, "Thanks, Ryan." He goes, "Shhh, no talking unless I ask you a question." I'm leaning my face down towards him noticing he does have a sexy scent. My balls still ache and my ass is on fire and I'm anxious to have Ryan kiss away the hurt, which I know he's capable of doing from the last time and from experiencing his kisses during the last two study groups. An awesome, awesome kissing technique, but he's taking his time wiping away my tears.

Ryan's boner is hard as stone under my right thigh as he gently wipes away the tears he's brought on, then gets his handkerchief out of his back pocket, with difficulty because I'm on his lap. It's a used handkerchief no less, and he holds it on either side of my nose with a finger on each side, and says, "Give me a good hard blow now, Dylan." I hesitate for a second, almost regressing in age, but just go deeper into a submissive frame of mind instead, and do as I'm told. After I blow my nose real hard he doubles over his used handkerchief, and says, "Give me one more good blow and you should be all set," and again I'm right on the edge of feeling like I'm ten years old, but not quite there. I blow my nose again, with Ryan saying, "Good, we can't have mucus running down your lip, can we now?" I say in a little voice, "No, Ryan," and drop my eyes. Ryan nods his head, confirming to himself he's got me in a very submissive mood, the type he's experienced himself with his Eagle Scout. He struggles getting the mucus-drenched hanky partially back in his pocket. I know he knows, from experiencing it himself, what a very peaceful and totally trouble-free experience a deep submissive state of mind can be. Then his arms go around my neck and I lower my face to his, as he says, "Now I'm going to kiss away your spanking," and he closes his eyes and gets into his unique form of kissing, and I absorb every movement of his lips and tongue. In less than a minute he's got my boner sticking up between us and I'm making quiet "Mmmmm" sounds, moving my face again his to feel his youthfully boyish skin against my face, adding to the sensations in my mouth and cock. No thought of sore nuts or a spanked ass now, but those two things put me into this docile submissive frame of mind at some point, which apparently is why the spanking took place. That, and the spanking also gives Ryan his boner, of course. My hands come off his hips to hug around his slight body and this feels so nice I moan in pleasure. Then he licks up the front of my nose three times, completely saturating my nostrils with his spit. Moving his wet lips across to my ear, he asks, "How's your ass and balls feel now, Dylan?" I murmur, "They feel fine, Ryan, thank you for asking," he quietly chuckles, probably because he knows he's got me where he wants. He goes, "Okay then, I want you to stand up now, pull my boner out of my pants, then my balls and lick them, my balls first, wetting them down with spit, and then suck my cock." I'm nodding my head as he stares into my eyes, whispering in that spooky voice he has at times, "After you please me enough by sucking my cock, I want you to then sit back on my lap with my cock up your ass. Do it now." Like a trained seal, I get right up and in a fog of submissiveness, loving the feeling of it, I open his jeans and pull his big spike of steel out of his boxer shorts, then his hot nuts, and get on my knees to lather saliva on his nuts doing licks with my tongue all over his slightly hairy balls, then get them in my mouth and lather more spit on them. Ryan's running his fingers through my soon to be cut extremely short, fucked-up hair, then rubbing my shoulders muttering pleasure sounds that are almost words. It's a dreamy state of mind and I'm totally enjoying myself and developing strong feelings of attachment to Ryan, my awesome dominant sex partner.

In my present state of mind nothing registers except what Ryan and I are doing, the rest of the world simply doesn't exist for this short period of time. No worries or concerns, everything is smooth going, luscious feelings in a sea of pleasure. Pushing his nuts out of my mouth, dripping with saliva, I take hold of his boner and lick from the root to the head a number of times, loving the way he smells with my nose in his pubic hairs, then take his very nice, hard as stone penis in my mouth and suck it and lick it. Then I need to stroke myself, but when I do, of course Ryan orders a quick, "No! Don't touch!" as precum drools down my cock, and a second or two later precum appears at the head of Ryan's boner as well. I taste it which gets me sucking it with stronger sucking action, like I'm trying to suck a softball through a hose, until he says, "Stop, that's enough," but I suck a little more because I love sucking a cute boy's cock. Ryan slaps the side of my face hard, saying, "I said stop! I'll give you the chance to suck it a couple of more times later on, but when I say stop, you stop, or you'll get this," and he slaps the side of my face again with another good, loud slap, and I almost, but not quite, slip into my little boy mood as my face is stinging and red. Oddly, the slaps don't piss me off, probably it's my submissiveness that prevents me from getting mad at my dominant partner, but it does bring me out of my cock-sucking trance and I reluctantly pull off his slippery boner. "Sit on it now," he says. I stand up wanting to feel that seven inch steel shaft up my ass. I get a leg on ether side of him, as he instructs me, "You guide it to your asshole," so I reach behind me and take it in my fingers and then slowly sit down until it pokes my buttocks. Moving it to my anus I look at Ryan, who goes, "Sit on it a little," so I nod again obediently, and sit on it enough to force it past my sphincter and let out a long, "Oooooooh, yeaaaah," as Ryan chuckles again, then mumbles, "You sure are lovin' this, aren't you?" I quietly say, "Yes, it's awesome, Ryan," and he pats my side, "I'll do this with you often, whenever we can, but like I told ya last time, you need to increase the submissiveness. I wanna get as much pleasure out of it as you're experiencing, and believe me, I remember my Eagle Scout and the pleasure and pain he made possible for me, so I know what you're feeling and I want to try replicating that pleasure for you. We really are like twins, Dylan, aren't we?" Quietly I say, "I'm beginning to realize that, Ryan, yes we are." He says, "We're going to have so much fun with this, Dylan, you'll see. Now sit all the way down on it, and no more talking." I nod my head as I stare into his eyes. The sunlight from the window glaring off his glasses and hiding part of his left eye. I wonder, for a brief moment, how much more submissive does he expect me to be, and how much more submissive can I be? That concern fades away as I sit slowly down with his hard-as-steel boner going up my ass... oh my God, it feels so good.

When my buttocks are firmly on top of his thighs I let out my held breath, and go, "Ahhhhh, oooh," and he humps his hips with a hissing sound escaping between his tightly closed lips. He looks like he's experiencing extreme pleasure as he moves under me, massaging my rectum with maybe the hardest boner I've ever felt inside me. After a few moments of that, Ryan says, "Ride my hard cock, Dylan, ride it good," and I energetically do just that and it's like itching the worst case of poison ivy I've ever had; its ecstasy in my rectum, no memory of spankings or nut-crunching are in my head, just fantastic sensations from my ass and cock spreading outward until I'm moaning with pleasure and making a total dork of myself, contorting my face with my head back and totally letting myself go. Ryan's groaning right along with me, but after four or five minutes, he shouts, "Stop!" and as hard as it is to do that, I stop, 'cause I'm remembering the slaps across my face a little earlier. Like Willie, Ryan's training me to obey him and as sick as that sounds it's thrilling to me in my present state of mind, and I'd love for Ryan to kiss me again, so I lean my face to his as he's taking a deep breath getting the sensations on his cock under control, then he chuckles, saying, "You want another kiss, don't you?" I scrunch my lips together feeling like a pathetic dork again, and he asks, "Don't you?" I nod my head, and mumble, "Yeah, I'd love one," feeling my face blush at my own embarrassing behavior, but I lose all sense of cool when I'm submissive like this. He gets my face between his hands and lays a very hot kiss on my mouth, then his tongue is in my mouth and I close my eyes squirming on his cock, squeezing my rectum muscles to increase the sensation of his boner that has grown close to eight inches by now. I've learned his cock grows almost an inch in length, with additional girth, when he's extremely aroused as he is now. I'm desperately hugging his body against me, trying to get some friction on my boner poking up between us. There's a wet spot on Ryan's jeans where my precum has pooled there after drooling down the shaft from the gaping pee slit in the head of my aching cock. The kiss is only thirty seconds or so long, then Ryan's done with it leaving me gasping for air as he instructs, "Get up now and suck my cock clean, but stop when I tell you!" I do as I'm told, and getting on my knees again, I gobble his cock in my mouth and suck the precum and then lick the head and shaft clean of ass matter. He goes, "Stop," and I immediately pull off his boner and my eyes go to Ryan's eyes, awaiting my orders.

He nods his head in approval, then says, "Stand in front of me now, I'm going to squeeze your balls and teach you to get used to it." I stand right in front of him, my heartbeat picking up, frightened at the anticipation of pain although in my current state of mind I wouldn't think of not doing what he said, and he goes, "Clasp your hands behind your back," which I do, and he reaches right over and squeezes my nuts hard. I bellow out a screech with him staring at my face, a grin on his lips, and then another squeeze just as hard and as I'm screeching, sweat breaks out on my forehead. After the third hard squeeze my legs get goosebumps and shake, but oddly I almost want him to squeeze again, but he stands up now too, his chest against mine, my boner between us right next to his, although because he's shorter, only the head of his cock is touching the bottom couple inches of mine. Ryan reaches behind my head pulling it down so our lips can meet and another fantastically sexy kiss follows as the pain in my balls recedes. Ryan's ruining me for kissing with anyone else, their kisses, even Robby's, can't compare to this boy's kisses. How strange, speaking of Robby, that Ryan's as submissive to Robby as he's dominant to me. The kiss goes on until I'm not thinking about anything but the kiss and my throbbing cock; without the kisses this ball busting probably wouldn't work for me at all. When he feels he's kissed away the ball crunching pain he says, "Turn around now and I'll give your ass a hard fucking. Keep your hands on my ass, one on each butt, the whole time I'm fucking you." He didn't ask a question, so I don't say anything. I reach back to grip his buttocks and soon feel the now familiar wet, still slippery with spit, cock head of Ryan's at my anus. He puts some pressure there spreading the lips, then rams his big rod all the way up my ass and reaches right around to squeeze by balls and the pain is fierce, but with his long, fat cock going inside me so fast, it partially distracts me. So I grunt from that sudden intrusion in my rectum, then screech out briefly from the pain in my nuts. I'm opened-up back there from me riding his cock so the entry pain was minimal, and not surprisingly, now it's my balls that I'm thinking about. The great sensations in my ass quickly override what little pain is left from the crunching, as Ryan, unconcerned about my pain problems, gets his arm around my belly and pulls me tight against him, then starts bucking his little hips fucking me fast and hard. Sounds of me going, "Uhn!" with every thrust fill the bedroom at first, but his crotch slamming into my ass cheeks making that flesh against flesh sound soon accompanies my grunts, those two things are joined now by Ryan's grunting and those three things are all we hear for five minutes or so.

When my cock gets this hard it needs to drop down, sticking straight out from my body. I've switched from going "Uhn!" with each thrust up my ass to embarrassing moans of pleasure. My dick aches from its tightness as Ryan plows my ass with his engorged member. After a bit he pushes my head forward, saying sternly, "Bend over and grab your knees, I'll finish us both off doing you like that." I immediately do that, and with a tight hold of my hips, Ryan increases the strength of each fast drive up my ass and one long moan of "Ahhhhhhhhh" comes out of me until I squeal worse than normal while shooting a hard stream of cum onto the same throw rug I shot cum on last time. Five seconds later, another less-shrill gasp and squeal at the thrill of the sexual pleasure I feel as more cum pours up from my nuts and the shaft of my ridiculously hard boner, another stream of creamy teen cum shoots out to land between my feet, and that's followed by another much shorter spurt as Ryan does an embarrassing scream of his own, allowing me to feel a little better about my screech earlier, and my rectum becomes immediately wet, messy and warm. Ryan slaps my already sore smacked ass wildly grunting and gasping for breath as he humps his cock up my rectum harder than ever, holding it there this time to empty his nuts of sperm as he's making desperate squeaky sounds, humping little humps with his body plastered to mine. Another hard slap on my ass and he reaches around and squeezes my nuts harder than before, and the mixture of orgasm-ecstasy and pain get tangled up in my brain and I don't know whether to scream or cry for joy, but it's the fantastic sensations of orgasm and its lingering after affects that wins out. It all has me shuddering, moaning, and stroking my boner. Ryan does a few fast full-thrusts in my cum saturated ass, then pulls out going, "Ohhh, ahh ah," and smacks my ass a mighty smack, turns me around and pushes his dripping cock against my lips. I suck it into in my mouth and lick it and suck on the shaft for a minute. He pulls it out, turns me around and slides his long boner back up my ass again. We both go, "Mmmm..." Grabbing my hips Ryan fucks me for at least ten minutes more, which brings my boner back hard enough that it's firmly up against my belly. When he's going, "Oh, uhn, uhn," he pulls out and turns me around to stick his cock in my mouth again. My mouth is open and my tongue out as far as I can get it. He slides his steel rod on my tongue until it hits the back of my throat and I suck it once before he bucks his hips and two fast spurts of cum splash the back of my throat and he drags his cock till the quivering head is on the back of my tongue. I hungrily swallow the cum, then a suck out a few more drippings, but his nuts are basically empty by now. I never did get a second climax, but I think I would have if he kept fucking me another couple of minutes. Lifting under my chin with his fingers, I stand up and we embrace, then he does his indescribable kiss which lasts a minute or so. His mouth comes off mine and he whispers in my ear,"Please don't tell Robby I said this, Dylan, but this sex with you today was the best sex I've ever had in my life, and I mean counting my submissive days back with the Eagle Scout right up through the great sex Robby fucks me with, but this is number one for me now. Lets lie down for a few minutes if you don't mind. I'm totally exhausted, but I've never felt so sexually satisfied.

We let go of each other, then I grab a towel from the towel rack and lay it cross-ways on the bed so both our asses are on it and cum can drool from my ass and off Ryan's cock onto the towel and not the bed linens. We hug loosely because we're not in love, it was buddy sex, although maybe the hottest buddy sex I ever had. Maybe it's the type of buddy sex that has me thinking it's the best, or maybe it's the freshest on my mind and that's influencing my opinion of it, but wherever it ranks in my long list of buddy sex, it was hot and thrilling enough to rank it somewhere near the top, fer sure. So it wasn't just the first time that I got off a massive orgasm, but this time too. I'm thinking Willie has a ways to go to beat Ryan's dominant sex. Both Ryan's and my chest are heaving as we lay here breathing deeply, but a couple minutes of lying down does wonders, and we're both young and in good health so we recover pretty quickly. Ryan says, "I gotta ask you, what'd you think?" I go, "Jesus, it was hot, Ryan. I don't know that I'm getting anymore used to getting my balls crunched though, to tell you the truth." He mumbles, "You're an awesome submissive sex partner, Dylan. You remind me a lot of myself when I was with my Eagle Scout. Hey, did I get you to regress in age, I wasn't sure?" I go, "Almost, the nose blowing almost did, that was a nice touch there." He goes, "Yeah, that usually did it for me, although I took submissiveness much further with the Eagle Scout than you take it with me. Maybe because he was much harder on me than I was with you. Of course, he was a lot bigger than me too, and I'm a lot smaller than you, so that has something to do with it. As for the ball crunches, just say the word and we'll eliminate them, although then you'll never get used to them and I can almost guarantee you your climax won't be as strong." I go, "No, it works best if the dominant partner decides so I'll let you decide," and he goes, "Yeah, you're right there. I'll keep 'em in as part of it, but I gotta start doing them harder if you want to get the full effect. Just scream out the safe word when you can't take it, okay?" I mumble, "You're the man, Ryan," and surprisingly that thought of him 'being the man' doesn't bother me. I roll on my side and ask, "How 'bout another kiss?" He grins, then says, "I told you I had a feeling this was going to work for you," and he cups behind my head pulling my head to him, and does his magical kiss, after which I scoot over closer to him and he puts his arm behind my neck pulling me up on my side against him as he lays on his back, saying, "We're alike in some ways, Dylan, and especially the submissive thing, we really have that in common. But like I told ya before, I need to see you taking the submissiveness to new levels. You need to forget your pride when I'm sexually dominating you, and really get into kissing my ass and groveling for me. I used to be so pathetic like that with the Eagle Scout, but that really afforded me the most pleasurable climaxes, him too, and I'd like to experience some of that myself." I go, "You got it, Ryan. Next time I'll try it because, frankly, this is already some of the best buddy sex I've ever had and if you're telling me it can get better... well, you bet, I'm trying it. I'll let myself go and really grovel for you next time." He chuckles, mumbling, "It'd be great if you could get like I was with the Eagle Scout because, oh my god, it got so I was following him around like his slave and man oh man, when he'd fuck me it was like the biggest orgasms I've ever had. Well, like I told ya before, I'd climax getting whipped because it was my hero whipping me. Cum shooting out of my cock, like unbelievable! That's just a distant memory for me, but I can let you relive it yourself if you can get submissive to me enough."

I turn my head to look at him, but he seems serious enough, he also seems very pleased with himself. Oh goodie, that's just what I want, being Ryan's slave... haha. But I ask a serious question instead of making fun of his assumption that I'd want to be that way with him. "You like fucking as a dominant better than being a submissive, Ryan?" He goes, "Yeah, maybe I misspoke because those early submissive climaxes were incredible. I guess what I meant is, this fuck was a better climactic event, so to speak, than I've ever had with Robby, but please keep that between us, okay?" I go, "Sure. This was pretty hot, fer sure. I'm trying to pinpoint when I fell under your dominant spell; it was during the spanking, but it happened without me knowing exactly when. All of a sudden I felt submissive and it don't matter how big you are, it's how big you act, ya know?" He says, "Size helps I think, helps you feel submissive when your dominant partner is bigger and stronger. You're the only person I've ever had the chance to do a dominant fuck with, and you're really hot yourself, so maybe that accounts for me getting off on it so well." Damn, I'm liking lying against him and his suggestion I need to be more submissive should have struck me the wrong way, but it doesn't. I'm kinda getting a 'thing' for Ryan I think. It's nice having his arm around my neck holding me against his body. He's so little, but that doesn't seem to bother me. It's strange how certain boys can unexpectedly turn me on.I surely never thought Ryan would be one of them, but he's sure an unexpected one alright. He's cute too, and I lean over and give him a kiss on his cheek. He tightens his arm around my neck, gives me a hug, then says, "I was so wrong about you, Dylan. You're not stuck up at all and I can tell you really like me too, but my first love is Rob... just wanted to be honest with you about that. And I'm not being conceited or anything, but it's just that submissive partners often fall for their dominant sex man, so ya know, Rob's it for me." Then he shakes my head a little and looks at me, asking, "Okay, you good with that, Dylan? I don't want to lead you on, but I know how much the Eagle Scout meant to me, and you can get that way for me too, but Rob's always gonna come first." This preposterous conversation has put me back in a submissive mode. Ryan's being very sincere and I'd like to think he's delusional, but I do feel attached to him somewhat so I don't make fun of what he said. Instead, I mutter, "I understand, Ryan. I'd like to think we can continue doing this through the summer, though." He looks me in the eyes again, "As long as it's alright with Rob, I'd very much like to do that Dylan, we'll take it up a notch each time, okay?" I'm staring back into his eyeglass-covered eye, muttering, "Sure thing, Ryan. You lead the way," and he gives me another squeeze around my neck which I like better than the squeeze on my nuts. Then we commiserate on the strangeness of our submissive natures, and Ryan's sudden venture into the dominant side with me. Hmmm, Willie did the same thing with me, he went from being ultra-submissive to Larry to being ultra-dominant to me. Wonder if Ryan will follow the same path Willie did? If so, I've been through that once and I don't really know if I can invest myself as much as is necessary to go through it again. Still, this has been an exciting and interesting sexual adventure. It's certainly better than Ryan and me feuding, but could I ever fall for Ryan like he infers? I don't know if I could anymore than I know why I fell for Robby so hard. My freakin' subconscious mind rules, and holds its secrets from me. It's only a little after two o'clock and Robby's meeting will go to about three o'clock so, since I'm naked anyway, Ryan decides to get naked too and we take a shower together.

This has got my mind going a mile a minute, but I'll try it one more time with Ryan to see if I really felt those feelings I thought I was feeling for him laying on the bed up against his body. Me being naked and Ryan fully clothed may have something to do with my continued submissive attitude towards Ryan. He was certainly serious while saying all those things, plus he didn't find it odd that I sort of clung to him after our buddy sex, our dominant/submissive buddy sex. Ryan and I can fit in the shower at the same time because he's small, but it's still tight. The water clears my mind some but I still find myself anxious to rub my naked body against his and I almost spring a boner. After a bit though that fades and we wash each other, and start to get goofy, acting like little kids often act in water, but we get clean. No more hugging or affection though, so we're definitely back into the buddy sex thing again, which is a relief 'cause I don't need me falling for Ryan and complicating my life any more than it already is. Ryan's got himself a hot little body though, certainly hotter that Shaun's, but it's little, like I said. His cock isn't little because at the height of arousal it approached eight inches, a truly nice erect penis specimen on this kid. Average size balls that looked big initially because, as I've said a number of times, he's small. We get dried off and dressed, then realize we haven't eaten, so we eat lunch; cheeseburgers with bacon and Cokes. Not fancy, but a very healthy meal, and damn good too, which Ryan mentions more than once. After lunch, while Ryan's taking care of business in the bathroom, I sneak in the bedroom to take my pants and underwear off and get the hidden underwear I have in my possession, then slip into Willie's silky, girlie panties. Damn, they feel good, haha. I'm getting ready for Willie's world. Which reminds me to text Willie. I apologize profusely, but admit I'll be even later than I said because everything is running behind schedule here. Willie texts back informing me that the motel's a dump, but we'll make do with certain adjustments and for me to text when I'm on my way to Fuddruckers. Hmmm, I wonder what adjustments he intends to make to the motel... haha. He's a trip alright. I'm in a great mood suddenly and out of my crazy haze over Ryan and his dominant fuck. I'm also totally sexually satisfied, which I know from experience is a temporary condition for a highly sexed individual like myself. Ryan and I smoke on the balcony talking about, what else, the sex we had and our mutual boyfriend, Robby. Speaking of Robby, he lets himself in the apartment at twenty past three. Ryan and I kiss him 'hello' and he's got his arm around both our necks pulling our heads together, the twin's heads and our boyfriend's heads all touching. Robby says, "I can't wait to hear about your fuck, who wants to go first?" I say, "You go first, Ryan..."

to be continued.... Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com

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