DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 60
by Donny Mumford
This is a very troubling development. Somehow I've become infatuated with Robby's other boyfriend, Ryan. I'm sitting here on the edge of Ryan's bed in the middle of the night. I asked to sleep with him after he gave me the best dominant sex ever; I think it qualifies as the best anyway, and that's partially because I've kinda fallen for him, and because it's pretty fucking hot sex too. Still, it's troubling because I had the most awesome loving sex with Robby about twelve hours earlier and I've never been more in love or in heat for him then I am now, so what am I to make of my feelings for Ryan? Before trying to figure that out, I need to take a piss, which is what woke me up. I'm not familiar with the dorm, but I don't want to wake Ryan. Wait a minute, when we came into his dorm room I saw a sign for a lavatory. That's right, it's just two doors down the hall from here. I slowly feel my way across the dark room until my hand connects with the door, then quietly open it and look down the hall. No one's in sight, but I'm naked so I'll need to make this quick. Leaving Ryan's door ajar, I scamper down the empty hall, my dick swinging between my legs, and push open the lavatory door. It's empty too, so I quickly move to a urinal and go, "Aaaah," as relief comes with my pee stream. It's a long pee, but a solitary one and thank goodness for that. Scampering back to Ryan's room and closing the door quietly behind me, I crawl back into bed trying not to rock the mattress too much. Under the covers again, I look in Ryan's direction, but it's pitch black so I can't see him, although his sexy scent is all around me. Again I'm wondering what's going to become of us. Damn, I'm hooked on his scent now, and my dick feels good from just thinking about the way he dominated our sex earlier. I swallow and bite my lower lip, but the urge to feel his skin and his body is strong so I inch over to him. Lightly reaching out I feel the back of his head; he's facing away from me, but only about two inches away now and he smells so sexy it's crazy. I can't resist positioning my body against his and gently putting my arm around him, then I lose it and hug him to me and he's like, "Huh, wha? Oh, you scared me, Dylan." He rustles around so we're face to face and we hug and then kiss, and it's a deep kiss leading to a crazy make-out in the middle of the night. We both spring boners and get overly excited and extremely aroused. Ryan frantically turns me over onto my stomach and mounts me. His long cock forces it's way up my ass and we're both grunting with desire as I hump my ass up to bang against his pubic hairs. Ryan bites my shoulder then licks the back of my neck and I let out a long moan, Ohhhhh...." He lifts up off my back with his arms supporting him on either side of me and begins fucking me in a desperate frenzy, his hips hopping off me and then landing back on my ass as his cock pounds my rectum. We're both making sounds like we're in pain; my cock's so hard under me it's aching as he continues to frantically fuck my ass. Two or three minutes of ecstasy and then I let out a long moan of pleasure with cum gushing up out of my nuts traveling at the speed of light up my stone hard cock to saturate the sheets under me with gushing cum. It's the fastest I've shot off in as long as I can remember. Ryan doesn't last much longer as he fills my ass with his spunk no more then a minute later, grunting and moaning with relief and desire as he does it. The first shot of his orgasm almost pierces my bowels from the pressure it fired out of his cock with, then he withdraws so fast his cock comes out of my ass and winds up under him as he drops down on my back so his next stream of cum is captured between my back and his stomach. Frantically he gets his boner back in my ass to pump more cum into me and then he falls on me and lays there breathing hard with his arms around me. I'm dizzy and confused; how did this fuck even get started? From our wild make-out to our climaxes couldn't have taken five minutes.
Catching his breath, Ryan quietly says, "Roll over, Dylan, so we can cuddle," which is what we do. Our arms around each other, we're doing little kisses on the lips without talking. Then with Ryan's head on my chest, near my shoulder, wrapped in my arms, he mumbles something I can't hear and then falls back to sleep. His body feels so good against me and he's smelling exotically sexy. What the fuck am I going to do about Ryan and me? I kiss the top of his burr haircut; his hair's so soft. Rubbing my nose lightly in it and inhaling more of his scent, I worry about myself. I'm too much into "loving the one I'm with'', while at the same time I know who my true love is even while I'm loving the one I'm with. But wait, I don't always love the one I'm with at all. I don't love Willie or any of the other boys I've had sex with. Not love in the 'I'm in love' way. Maybe some of my sex partners I love as friends, like Dodger and Connor, but I'm not in love with them. And that's all well and good except I feel as though I'm in love with Ryan right now; he's the exception to the rule. I kiss him lightly again, this time on the side of his head. I'm the one who told Robby, 'If you think you're in love with someone, you are'. It was when he said he wasn't sure if he was in love with Ryan, but he thought he was. Now I am too, but how did it happen? Ryan's combination of sweet disposition coupled with his ability to do that awesome dominant type fuck on me is unique, and so maybe that's it. Plus, his scent and his kissing; he kisses better than anyone I've ever kissed. They're all physical things though, and I feel like I'm more than just in love with those things; I feel like I'm in love with him, the person. Damn, I don't need this complication, but there it is anyway. Oh man, this summer's gonna be confusing 'cause Ryan's already told me he loves me and from the way he said, I know he didn't mean he loves me as a friend, like I thought until tonight. We had volcanically hot desire for each other fifteen minutes ago. It reminds me of how Robby and I get at times. Okay, I'm going to decide on only two things tonight: one, no sex with Ryan in the morning, and dammit I mean it! And two, I'll give Ryan and me a little time to see if it's real before deciding what to do, like discussing it with Robby. Well, another thing we need to do right away is talk in the morning to be sure Ryan and me are on the same page where Robby's concerned. Robby said we're all done with the stupid discussing and even describing our sex on the side; no more detailed recreations of Ryan's and my sex, or anyone else's. And thank God for that. One more kiss on Ryan's sleeping head and one more deep inhale of his scent and I fall back to sleep myself, with half a boner captured between Ryan and me.
Next thing I know Ryan's quietly saying, "Dylan, Dylan, it's nine o'clock. I need to pack 'cause my dad's picking me up at ten. I open my eyes and find Ryan still in my arms, but not on top of me now. We're hugging each other side by side. We both appear a little apprehensive until Ryan leans over and we kiss sweetly on the lips, a lovers' kiss, but without tongue. "Are we in love?" he asks innocently, like he's unsure of himself. I say, "That kiss right there would indicate we are, Ryan. What are we going to do about it?" He quietly says, "Yeah, that's the question alright, but I don't know the answer." I go, "Let's see where it goes. Keep it to ourselves for now 'cause who knows, it could be temporary insanity or something." He goes, "Yeah, maybe a fleeting infatuation that will die out." I hopefully ask, "Ya think that's it?" He mumbles, "No, but we'll do what you said; we'll wait and see. I gotta get up now, although I wish I didn't because I love feeling your body next to mine." I mutter, "I know what ya mean, sexy." He goes, "I told you, Dylan, you're the sexiest boy ever and you can see now that I can't resist you even though I still love Robby. Maybe we can be triplet boyfriend to each other." I almost laugh because he's so serious. I go, "No Ryan, forget that. I don't know how it happened, but I'm pretty sure I've fallen in love with you and it's not just the sex, although that certainly was mind blowing last night." He asks, "You love me now?" I shrug, "Yeah, it's that indescribable something about you, and..." My sentence ends there as we get into another almost out of control make up. Two boners appear once again and Ryan, breathing hard, slides down his bed on the sheet; then panting, he lifts my legs and spreads them, then slides his cock in me again as we both go, "Oooohhh". I'm taking little quick breaths and moaning with my eyes closed as Ryan fucks me again with his awesome boner. We soon sound like animals in heat as we groan and moan in erotic pleasure. It's so crazy! His cock still up my ass, he falls on my body between my legs and we hug, then start a wild make out as Ryan continues moving his hips, fucking me. My legs come around his slim body and hold him so tightly his thrust are only about five inches long, but very forceful and I'm sure another orgasm is coming on me. Our mouths hungrily kiss and as we suck each other's tongues, then I lick Ryan's face and drag a saliva ladened tongue up the front of his nose, and do it again as he gasps and inhales my spit. He returns the favor by licking my face and dragging his tongue up the front of my nose; we rub our faces together smearing our spit on each other. Ryan never stops humping his boner up my ass and incredible sensations sizzle around my body as our lips meet again and our kiss is luscious and sloppy, and he continues fucking me and we continue making out, constant sounds of sexual desire fill this dorm room. Ryan's smell floods my brain as we kiss and my hand caress his smallish body. Then I reach the point of intense pleasure as my orgasm gets ready to explode once more. My body gets stiff as I whimper Ryan name, my legs come from around him to stiffly stretch out in front of me. Ryan grunts, and says, "I'll fuck cum out of you, Dylan," as he goes up on his knees and raises my stiff legs and plows my hole with seven inch strokes, his cock is swollen and long. I'm wreathing on the mattress as my balls move up to touch my body, heavy with cum... my boner stands straight up, hard as bone. Two more long thrust and I do a loud squeal as my hips thrust up and by back arches as a steam of cum flies in the air in a tight stream, then arcs, and drops on the pillow beside my head splattering cum-spray on my ear. Then four more quick spurts of cum fly from my gaping pee slit as I scrunch my face trying to absorb all the electric sensations in my cock, balls, and rectum. Ryan squeals a squeal similar to the kind I usually make and unloads cum up my ass grunting, moaning, and groaning, "Oooooh, un, un, un!" sending his sperm into my bowels. He drops down on top of me smearing cum that spurted out of my cock and landed on my chest and we go into another out of control make out, both of us sweaty, cum smeared, and spit covered. It goes on hot and heavy for awhile before exhaustion overtakes us and we cuddle squirming our bodies together. I grasp him against me and rub my nose in his burr haircut, the one I cut for him before we fell in love, and I can't think of anything at this moment except Ryan Wilcocks, the sexiest boy in the world.
We lay more calmly now with Ryan moving subtly on my body until he's making contact with as much of me as possible, snuggled in my arms. I keep my face against the top of his head. Our hearts return to normal and our breathing quiets down and I'd like to spend a week in bed with my twin. Then Ryan's head pops up, "Oh my God, Dylan. My dad will be here in fifteen minutes. He hops out of bed and grabs my hand, "Come on. We'll take a quick shower." We put on underwear, Ryan grabs two clean pairs of boxer shorts, thrown me a towel and I follow him down the hall and into the lavatory with Ryan's cum drooling down the back of my legs. Two other boys are in there, one in a shower and one shaving at a sink, so I don't show my backside with the telltale signs of gay boy sex announcing itself. They both mutter 'Good morning', one says, "Oh, you're still here, Ryan," and the other asks, "When ya leaving?" Ryan takes off his underwear and I do the same, he turns on the shower, answering, "In ten minutes," then, "Come on, Dylan, we can both use this shower. It's a five minute shower, then a quick drying off. Neither of us needs to fuss with our hair. There's a sink in Ryan's room so he brushes his teeth for thirty seconds, hands me his toothbrush and I do the same. He's dressed by the time I'm rinsing toothpaste out, and then a minute later I'm dressed too. Ryan pulls the cum saturated sheets from his bed, wraps them in a ball, and shoves them in a duffel bag. I help him fill the rest of the duffle bag with his clothes, then get his personnel belongings and toiletries into two boxes, and when there's a tap on the door, Ryan looks at me and asks, "How do I look?" and I want to say sexy, but I say, "Normal, no cum showing," and smile. He wraps his arms around me and we kiss as another, louder knock on the door has him breaking the kiss. Calming himself and then opening the door to his dad who's he's a nice looking man dressed in what looks like expensive clothes. The father and son smile saying hello, then a hug and a kiss on Ryan's cheek from dad. Ryan goes, "Dad this is my friend, Dylan Newman. He helped me pack." His dad holds out his hand for a handshake, saying, "Nice to meet you, Dylan," and I mutter, "Same here, Mr. Wilcocks." He then says to Ryan, "Great haircut, son," and rubs Ryan's hair as Ryan says, "Dylan gave me the haircut, dad," and his father goes on about that for a while. Then Ryan and his dad talk about the stuff you talk with a parent about, as we finish packing. The rug in the room is Ryan's and the pillow and about six towels and other stuff. You accumulate a lot of stuff during the year. Ryan and I exchange intense eye contact whenever we're sure his dad isn't looking, and the look in our eyes says, "I want you so badly." It's like something I've never experienced before in my life. I have no explanation for it. My infatuation or love of Ryan is the biggest mystery in my life and I don't have a clue how it happened, or how it happened so quickly. Or did it happen quickly? We got along right from that first lunch Robby arranged for us; it was a very quick, smooth transition from antagonist to friends and we fucked the first time we were together. He told me he loved me before I felt love for him, but I still don't get the intensity of last night and this morning.
We load his dad's SUV and then Ryan's car. His dad pats my back, saying, "Thank you for the help, Dylan. Very considerate of you." I mutter, "Glad to help, nice to meet you," as Ryan's saying. "Thanks, dad, I'll see you at home; I need to give Dylan a ride to his place." We wave goodbye and the dad drives away. "Whew!" say Ryan. "Thanks, Dylan!" He's back to his excitable self again and there's just something extremely likable about him. We hug right in the parking lot as I mumble, "You're welcome, sexy," and I kiss the side of his head right out in the open. Damn! I gotta get myself under control. Ryan says, "Oh man, I'm madly in love with you, Dylan!" I let go of him, and say, "Yeah, I know what you mean. How'd it happen? I'm totally blown away by it, but it's kinda awesome too." We walk to his car trying to figure out what we're going to do about this unexpected development. Ryan walks too close to me, the back of my hand against his wrist; the way he walks with Robby. He says, "Robby and us twins are suppose to hang out later this afternoon. I hope I can keep my hands off you," and he chuckles happily. I go, "Seriously, Ryan, no messing around when we're hanging out with Robby, we need to cool it and think about things." He says, "I know, I was just kidding. Did I fuck you alright?" He's serious with that question. I hug his shoulders, saying, "Jesus! Are you kidding? We were like wild animals in heat, dude. You were totally off the charts awesome! We gotta cool it though." He mutters, "Yeah. I'm a little nervous and a little bit scared too. I love Robby too, and don't want to hurt him." Nodding my head, I mumble, "Ditto." He drives me to my apartment and we kiss goodbye for now, but it's not a 'goodbye' kiss like we used to give each other; it can only be described as a lovers' kiss 'goodbye' with lots of affection and longing in it. Ryan's the only boy besides Robby that I've experienced a lovers' kiss with. That fact hits me as I slowly walk up the stairs to my apartment in a daze. This is seriously a huge problem.
Inside the apartment Chubby's packing, he looks up and smiles. "Hi Dylan. Where'd ya sleep last night?" I tell a tiny white lie. "I got hooked up with some guys from some of my courses and we partied so long, reveling in our end of semester happiness, it got too late and no one wanted to drive me home, so I slept on a couch." He goes, "Are you hung over?" I go, "Yeah, you could say that." Chubby laughs, "Good, now you know how it feels." I give him a hug and a kiss, then he tells me, "Don't use either bathroom; I gave both of them the once over." I mumble, "Thanks for doing mine, bro," and we pack, with Chubby making me laugh telling me about the awkward buffet at Sam's last night. He had to dance with Sam's mother. I say, Oh, it's was just like you guys were at your wedding reception," and he goes, "God forbid!" and it went like that for a while. As we finish packing, with me carrying the Krueg coffee maker to the Jeep, the thoughts of that indescribable hot time with Ryan runs through my head and I need to adjust my junk, which I do after dropping off the Krueg. It feels good rubbing my dick thinking about Ryan. And ya know, even this boring job of packing our stuff to take home is fun because I'm doing it with Chubby. Damn, my life's complicated, but fun too. It's always my favorite time when I'm doing anything with him. It's hard to put into words, but it just feels so comforting to be with him; it seems like everything will be alright when I'm with Chubby somehow. Rarely sexual, but always memorial times when it's just the two of us. It's a feeling of love between us that's so deep and sincere it just flows back and forth in unspoken ways. Yeah, wonderful when it's just him and me; it always feels mysteriously special in an indescribable way. We load up the Jeep while talking again about the kind of car we'll get at the end of the summer, but we can't come to a consensus. We want a convertible, that much we do know. A last cigarette on the balcony and then we'll be on our way. Chubby passes me the lit cigarette and as I'm taking a drag he sneaks in a couple of factoids. He goes, "I asked these factoids last night at Sam's buffet dinner and none of the numb nuts there knew the answer to a single one." Passing the cigarette, I mumble, "This numb nuts probably won't know the answers either." Chubby blows a couple of smoke rings, then says, "Oh come on, everybody knows this shit. What do pearls melt in?" I go, "A furnace?" He's like, "A furnace? Whaddaya out of your fuckin' mind? Pearls melt in vinegar." I go, "Huh," then take the cigarette and try blowing smoke rings, but the smoke just drifts out of my mouth in a foggy blob." Chubby goes, "You'll surely know this one: What percentage of people using personal ads for dating are already married?" I shrug, "I don't know, two percent?" He looks astonished, "Two percent? Get serious, it's thirty-five percent." I say, "Bullshit!" He starts asking me another one, but I'm like, "Mercy! I'm begging you, no more!" Chubby's cell phone plays a tune and he answers, "Yo, Sam, whassup?" and I block out the conversation and think some more about Ryan and me, trying to figure out how last night, and again this morning, came about. Well, I know how it started, it was his dominant fuck on my ass, but what happened after that? Maybe that was it, just the dominant fuck was enough to get us both going crazy with the hots for each other. Yeah, except I've done it with him two other times and we didn't loose our minds afterward. We treated it like buddy sex the first two times, like it should be treated and not me asking to sleep with him and get and fucked every ten minutes. His dominant fuck was what made me want to sleep with him though, 'cause what else would it have been? Unless it was a building urge developed over the past couple of weeks. A cumulative effect of our short history together is what somehow lit the fuse of passion. Well, that might explain the 'heat' between us, but how'd love sneak into the picture? Then I remember him predicting this when I was sitting on his lap. He'd asked me if I love him as much as Robby and I sort of avoided answering directly and he said something like, 'You realize you're going to love me as much, dont'cha?' Something like that. Maybe he predicted that because his dominant partner in the past made Ryan fall madly in love with him. That don't sound right though because Ryan's so open and honest about everything he would have mentioned that if it happened. There's much more to Ryan than meets the eye and I don't mean in a devious way at all. He's a damn sweet kid.
Chubby is done his cell phone call, and asks me, "Ready to go, buddy?" I absently mumble, "Yeah, but we need to drop off the keys at the rental office." We do that and then we're on our way for our summer vacation, which is a carefree feeling. Successfully completing the responsibilities of our freshman year at college is a significant load off all our minds. Now we're looking at three months of summer weather, and our week's vacation in Wildwood too. What isn't carefree for me is this Ryan thing. We really need a break from college though, and it'll be fun working with Robby, Chubby, Dodger, and of course, Ryan. Oh boy, this is going to be like walking a tightrope without a net. Dropping that thought I text Willie my tiny white lie about having an abscessed tooth. He doesn't text back immediately. So while I'm waiting for Willie's text Chubby drives down route 93 heading for route 128. We goof on each other, smiling, and laughing as I put my concerns about Ryan out of my mind temporarily. When we're on route 9, ten minutes from our condos, Willie texted back: 'Well, that tooth of your's must be killing you if you're passing up a chance for my dominant sex, and first row seats at Fenway Park. Don't be too disappointed though; I'll see that we get to Fenway later this summer and I'll satisfy your horniness when I see you too. You were awesome Wednesday, Dylan! Love ya, baby!' Hmm, that went really well. Funny, but the allure of Willie's dominant sex has lost it's luster now that Ryan's in the picture. I'll see how Ryan and I handle things; see how everything shakes out before making any decisions about anything. I'm adjusting my junk which has tightened-up and feels damn good too and it happened when I thought of Ryan just now. I shake my head slightly, not believing how hot I am for him. Then, again, I force myself to stop thinking about him and our incredible sex together and concentrate on Chubby who's laughing about something, and when I look at him questioningly, he says, "You've been playing with yourself for five minutes. You must ne horny 'cause your boyfriend didn't sleep with you last night." My face flushes a little as I again flash back to last night with Ryan, then say, "Honest to God, Chubby, I'm not horny." His eyes get big, "Holy shit! Who'd ya do it with?" I tell a little white lie, and say, "I didn't do it with anyone." Okay, that wasn't a little white lie and I hate lying to Chubby, so I go, "That's a lie, I did it last night, you're right about that." He goes, "Who was the lucky lad? If ya don't mind me asking." I go, "Oh, but I do mind." He laughs, muttering, "Loose gay boys, be on alert; watch out for Dylan Newman 'cause you won't be able to resist him." I go, "You resist him," Chubby goes, "Barely, I'm hanging on with my finger nails, actually." I wish it were true that he can barely resist me. I'll pretend he's telling the truth... haha.
Chubby helps me carry my stuff to my condo where we find both both moms and the hugging and kissing begins, with Chubby feigning disgust, "Jeez, we were home just last week. We haven't been away six months!" Tris says, "Oh, poo! We love our boys and you're both happy to see us too." She's right of course, it's nice being loved and missed, but there's something extra in the greeting from the moms that's above and beyond even their normal enthusiastic greeting for Chubby and me. Plus, Chubby's right when he said his mom seemed nervous when he talked with her earlier. My mom too. Fidgety is maybe a better description of the moms' behavior. Uncharacteristic fidgety body language and that's so unlike their normal relaxed, giggly selves. Maybe one of them is getting married after all, and they're worried how we'll take it. I ask, "What's up with you two? You're acting funny." Both moms say at once, "Nothing's up, Dylan,' then my mom says, "We're just happy you boys did so well at college and that you're home for the summer and we get to see more of you." Chubby says to me, "Something's up alright, these two are conjuring up something." Then to the moms, who we catch exchanging nervous glances, "You two have something to tell us, don't ya?" Tris says, "Yes, but we'll wait until our dinner tonight," and my mom adds, mumbling, "If we don't chicken-out." I say, "Well it must be important 'cause you're giving up your 'date night'; two of them actually." My mom, changing the subject, goes, "Let me do your wash for you, honey," and both moms go for my duffle bag that's filled with dirty clothes, sheets, and towels. Obviously they want to change the subject, and do some busy work. I don't argue, as Chubby says, "Great! I'll bring my stuff down to the laundry room too." Tris says, "Of course, it's the least we can do since you've been doing your own wash all year." Actually we've been doing our own wash for about ten years, but I won't rub that in. The moms mutter, "See you boys in a little while," and I go, "Um, I'm meeting Robby and a new friend in about an hour, but I'll be back for dinner." Chubby's like, "Oh yeah, and I'm suppose to have a reconciliation, or attempted reconciliation, get together with Mary Jo. She called me last night when I was at the buffet with Samantha." I go, "That must have been awkward, heh heh." Chubby chuckle, "You can't imagine," and Tris says, "You boys are always busy, but we understand. Dinner's around six o'clock. I'll bring some beers down for you boys as long as you're not driving later." Chubby and I exchange suspicious 'looks' because it's rare our moms offer us beers. My mom notices us glancing at each other, and goes, "Oh, you two know us so well, but this is a homecoming dinner and we want it to be special so a couple of beers is okay on special occasions. Not if you're going out later though, are you?" Chubby says, "I don't have plans to go out. Do you, Dylan?" I go, "No, we'll take the beers. We might need them to hear you're announcement." Again the moms look at each other with expressions of concern on their faces. What the hell?
The moms appear to be backtracking a little on whatever they had planned to tell us, an unspoken understanding between them, like Chubby and I can do at times. It's as if a certain 'look' conveys an unspoken signal or message. My mom nods her head at Tris, saying to Chubby and me, "We may have something to tell you, but mostly it's just a homecoming dinner. Right, Tris?" "Exactly," says Tris, and they hurry out with my dirty clothes heading for the laundry area in the basement. Hmmm? Chubby's looking a little concerned himself, so I ask him, "Is it one of your secrets? Is that what you think they're going to tell us?" Chubby goes, "Oh yeah! They wouldn't be this antsy if it was relatively as simple as one of them getting married." I go, "Getting married isn't a small thing," and he goes, "Relative to what I think they're going to tell us it is." Jeez, what could it be? I ask Chubby, "Well, tell me what you think it is!" He takes a deep breath, then says, "I can't, Dylan. It ain't my secret; it belongs to the moms." This is infuriating, but I know Chubby feels he's honor-bound, for whatever reason, not to divulge this news. I have another question, "How'd you discover whatever it is?" Chubby goes, "Totally by accident, but it's huge news if it's what I think it is. I feel guilty knowing it, actually... like I invaded my mom's privacy." He hugs me around the neck to bring our faces together, muttering, "Don't worry, Dylan, it isn't a bad thing." Putting my arm around him to maximize the hug, I ask, "Do you think I should hold-up telling them I'm gay? Save it for another time maybe?" Chubby goes, "Oh no, tell them tonight, but after they tell us what they have to say; that's if they even go through with it tonight. It looks like they're getting cold feet." I mutter, "Yeah, I noticed that too." He goes, "If they do tell us, then you coming 'out' to them will be a good diversion." I say, "I'm nervous about both things, Chub." He says, "There's no need to be, it'll be alright. Come on, help me get my stuff out of the jeep," and he kisses my cheek, muttering, "I love ya, bro". His voice breaks-up a little and I worry all over again, but I don't nag him to tell me. I trust Chubby to do the right thing.
Dropping thoughts of the moms' secret, I steel myself for telling the moms I'm gay. I'm going to do it tonight, no matter what their news is. With that settled I help Chubby get his stuff from the Jeep to his condo, we then take his laundry to the basement. After that Chubby and I huddle on his condo's balcony for a cigarette. Chubby lights a Marlboro light, takes a drag and passes it to me, saying, "They were deep in quiet conversation when we took my clothes down, and then they immediate stopped talking the second we appeared. That was very obvious, but I'm not sure if they've decided one way or the other about telling us. It's definitely what I think it is though. I'm positive of that now." Taking back the cigarette I look questioningly into his eyes, and he goes, "No, Dylan, I'm not giving it away. It would be unfair to you and the moms. They'd be embarrassed that I discovered it and never said anything to them about it. It'd be like I've been deceitful, or something like that. And don't you even hint to the moms that I knew about it, okay?" I go, "I won't, but I'm so fucking curious it's maddening." He nods and I give him our cigarette. Then he changes the subject, "You said you're hooking up with Robby this afternoon; can he pick you up? I'd really like to hear what Mary Jo has to say and I need the Jeep to do that." I go, "Oh yeah, he'll pick me up. So you won the argument with Mary Jo, huh?" He drags on the cigarette, then with smoke drifting from his mouth, "I'm thinking I outlasted her mostly, and now she's ready to admit I was right." I ask, "What was the argument about? What were you right about?" He laughs, shrugging his shoulders, "The crazy thing is I can't remember, but I'm sure I was right. So that's another reason I'm curious, 'cause I'd like to find out what we argued over, haha." I go, "Jeez, you straight people are so messed-up," as I think how messed-up I am over the Robby/Ryan dilemma. He goes, "No we're not! We're teenagers, that's all." I go, "Oh," and we finish our smoke silently thinking our own thoughts. I'm not going to worry about the moms' secret and I'm not going to worry about my secret for them. That's for later tonight; instead I'll worry about how Ryan and I are going to act around Robby this afternoon, and I'll worry that Ryan and me are being disloyal to our mutual boyfriend, who we both love. Could my life get anymore confusing? Chubby says goodbye to the moms and me, then takes off for his summit meeting with his ex-girlfriend who he hated until she called him and indicated Chubby's right about something he doesn't even remember; the same something that they split-up over. Nothing unusual there. I text Robby: 'Can you pick me up?' Robby texts right back: 'I'm picking-up both of my twin boyfriends, I'll get you first 'cause you're #1. Miss ya! Love, Robby.' That gives me a guilty conscience right there, and I thought I was over those guilty things. Then I wander into my bedroom thinking I need to get cleaned up a little. In the bathroom doing that, I'm thinking about how hot Ryan is; Robby too of course.
On the front step a little later, smoking my third cigarette of the day, Robby's pickup comes around the corner and I get a nervous guilty feeling in the pit of my stomach. Robby's alone of course; he'll be picking-up his other boyfriend after me... number one boyfriend first, and then number two. A goofy thought enters my mind, 'I wonder if Robby actually thinks of us as number one and number two? Well I guess he does since he mentioned I'm number one on the phone a little while ago. Ryan lives the same distance from Robby as I do, so that's not really a factor as to who gets picked-up first.' Then I make a face at myself 'cause how vain can I be to put emphasis on who Robby picks-up first? Well, it just shows I do care that Robby loves me best. Robby and me are going to be together forever so what am I worried about. As I scamper down the steps to the pickup my emotions are high 'cause Robby's so hot and I love him; my guilty conscience about Ryan will probably have me overdoing it with Robby, which is exactly what happens. I go to the driver's side window and gush, "I've been missing you Robby. Can I have a kiss?" He asks, "Right here?" as I lean my head through the window, I say, "Right here, Robby." He smiles and cups behind my head to give me a juicy kiss. Both my arms go around his neck and our tongues meet for an awesome French kiss that last thirty seconds with a few drivers in cars driving by honking their horn at us. Our kiss breaks off while I'm groping my junk. Robby says, "Damn, I love this new Dylan! You don't know how happy it makes me that you're so hot for me now. I've always been hot for you, of course, and now you're finally hot for me too. Awesome! Maybe we need to both thank Ryan because somehow with him in the picture you and me are more in love then ever. Ain't it great?" I nod my head up and down real fast like my twin does, saying, "Fantastic, Robby!" He goes, "You're getting that excitable way of answering me, just like Ryan does it. You two are so funny, it's like you are twins. I gotta thank you for coming up with the 'twin boyfriend' thing too. It gives me a boner thinking about my twins. Come on, get in the car and we'll pick your twin up." I run around the pickup and get in the passenger side. As I getting my seat belt on, Robby asks, "I know we're not doing the kiss and tell thing anymore, but let me just asks you this: was your twin happy last night?" I go, "Yeah, we were both happy." Robby pulls away from the curb, saying, "Excellent. That tells me all I need to know. Now admit it, Dyan; wasn't I right about Ryan?" I go, "One hundred percent, Robby." He smirks, "I manage to get something right once in a while. Do ya think there's a chance we can keep our, um, sex on the side just in our little group?" I rub my nose, gulp, and mutter, "Yeah, there's a pretty good chance the vast majority of it can be kept in house. Yep, un huh." I'm nodding my head real fast again just like you know who. "Really?" Robby asks, and I do Ryan's head bobbing a third time without even thinking about. "Yeah, really, but you said we aren't gonna be, ya know, be sharing our sex on the side stuff this summer, so...." Robby's like, "Oh, I'm not fishing for information, but you saying the vast majority of your side sex being with my other boyfriend just makes me feel like I worked out a damn good plan for all three of us. You two get along pretty damn good now, right?" I go, "Oh yeah, it's pretty good alright," maybe a little too enthusiastically. He looks at me, skeptically, "I'm not probing or grilling you, I'm really not, but you really feel most of your alley-catting around will be with my other boyfriend?" I say, "There's a very good chance of that, Robby, but aren't you afraid we'll fall for each other if we're kinda into steady sex, um, buddies' type sex?" He goes, "It's funny, Dylan, but lately you're showing me so much, ahh, I guess I could call it devotion; something like that. It feels to me that you're more in love with me than ever and you've told me that too; plus, you tell me I'm really hot, so I guess I'm kinda confident I'm doing things pretty much the right way. Oh, and Ryan's maybe even more devoted to me, so... ya know, I'm not worried about you twins falling in love and leaving me as the odd man out. In fact, having twin boyfriends has resulted in you both being in love with me more. I'd be lying if I didn't admit how awesome it makes me feel, and I'm trying not to get a big head about it, but it's incredibly flattering. It's built my confidence up too, and you're heart to heart talk with me did a lot to bring me back down to earth, so it's all good. Hell, fall in love if you twins want to; I love both of you so I'd be a hypocrite resenting you two loving each other."
Robby has this naive aspect to him, like what he just said. He's a wonderful boy, no doubt about that, and I'd like to hug and kiss him right now, but he's naive too; or maybe it's an innocence quality more than naive. I don't know, but he's very lovable and I can see why Ryan fell in love with him. I mean, what the hell, I did too. Spending this short time with Robby has sort of talked me in off the ledge about Ryan and me. I can see my love for Robby's the same as it was yesterday morning, which is a very deep love like never before, and I also see how I'm over emphasizing, in my mind, the heat between Ryan and me. It was more like a spike in sexiness, than anything else. We both felt it at the same time and it's probably not a long range thing at all. In fact I'm sure it isn't . It'd be really hard to sustain that level of heat with anyone; hell, it'd be impossible. Still, what a hot time it was with Ryan and me when we were in that spike of deep heat! He is cute and sexy though, I'm not backtracking on that; it's just that I'm able to put things in perspective with a little time, which is another sign I'm growing up and maybe maturing some too. Robby asks, "What shall we do this afternoon, Dylan? Is the mall alright?" I go, "Sure, the mall scene still rocks for me." He goes, "Maybe we'll run ourselves into another party too... haha." I go, "Oh, I need to stay in tonight for the same reason you stayed in last night; a family commitment thing. A welcome home dinner actually, and I'm 'coming out' then too, although I'm a little nervous about it." Robby asks seriously, "Do you wish you weren't gay?" I go, "No way, Robby. Not when you're my boyfriend, and you know... Ryan's a great twin boyfriend too. You were totally right about that." Robby glances at me, but doesn't comment about Ryan, he says instead, "I know I'm not the least bit sorry I'm gay. Last night I wimped out from coming out though, but I won't wimp out tonight at the dinner table." I go, "Ya better not because I'm not, and I'm telling the moms that you're my boyfriend too. That's the whole point; you know, so we can be open about being boyfriends. Ya haven't changed you mind, have you?" Robby says, "No, but it sort of stuck in my throat last night, that's all. Tonight I'm doing it. Dodger was pissed I wimped out last night, but I told him to wait and see what it's like when it's his turn." I say, "We're making a bigger deal out of it then we probably should, but it does involve dealing with the unknown. We can't be positive the parents won't be disappointed in us, or god forbid, ashamed of it. Once it comes out of our mouths it can't be put back in." Robby goes, "I'm doing it, don't worry." I say, "I'm not worried, Robby, I have total faith in you." He looks at me and goes, "The really scary thing to me is how much I love you. It's overwhelming at times!" Okay, that did it, I gotta get my infatuation with Ryan under control. He and I will talk it out 'cause neither of us wants to hurt Robby.
We pull up to Ryan's house and I'm like, "He lives here?" It's a big house, although not to the extent Willie's is big. I didn't even know there was a section like this in Natick. Extremely big houses up and down the street, reeking of money. Ryan said his parents were well off, but I didn't expect this. Ryan's house is an significant upscale compared to Robby's, like Robby's place is significantly upscale as compared to Chubby's and my little condos. Robby blows the horn and we wait. After a minute Robby blows the horn again, but no Ryan. He asks me, "Would you mind, Dylan? Ya know, ringing the doorbell. He could be in the kitchen in the back of his house and didn't even hear the horn." I go, "You've been inside?" Robby looks uncomfortable when he says, "Yeah, a number of times to, you know, do what we don't discuss anymore." I feel a stab of jealousy, but it passes quickly. Ryan is Robby's boyfriend on the side just like I have my various ones, and he has as much right to them as I do. Nodding my head, I mutter, "Oh, sure, I'll run up. Be back in a second." Out of the pickup I get a strange feeling of... what? Anticipation? My breathing isn't normal and my dick is moving around. Goddammit! I am not excited just because I'm going to see Ryan; I won't let myself get that way! I don't want to encourage further out of control heat between Ryan and me. Last night and this morning was merely a momentary lapse of judgement between both of us. The perfect storm thing; we were both unnaturally hot at the same time and egged each other on without thinking clearly. Ya let your dick do the thinking and that leads to trouble. No reason Ryan and I can't have sex on the side; hell, Robby prefers it that way, but we don't need to be crazy about it. And I'm really going to try sticking to just Ryan and Robby like I inferred to Robby. I like our three way, although it certainly is unique, fer sure. I look back at Robby in the driveway about fifty feet away. No wonder Ryan didn't hear the horn. They got a helluva long brick walkway leading from the road to the front door. Pushing the doorbell next to their large front door I hear chimes, instead of a bell. The door opens immediately and Ryan's there. He breathlessly asks, "Could you come in for a second, Dylan?" I go, "Sure, how ya doing, sexy?" Damn, I shouldn't have called him that. The door closes behind me and we look into each other's eyes with our lips parted; we're almost panting. Still breathless, he asks quietly, "Did you tell Robby about us?" In a fog, drinking Ryan in, I shake my head 'no' slowly. Ryan licks his lips as we continue staring into each other's eyes and there's hunger in Ryan's and a hunger for him in my heart. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as we come together with our arms and hands caressing each other and we get into a passionate make out that's totally out of control. Our teeth scrape together as our tongues busily move against one another and a heat raises in me like a volcano erupting. In thirty seconds my cock is poking out the lap of my sweatpants, bumping into Ryan's boner in his pants. My hands are all over his head as he massages my back. Our faces squish together and we both lick each other's face like crazy canines. Ryan's aroma drives me mad and I want him to fuck me so badly I'm making pathetic sounds, whimpering sounds like I'm in pain. He drops his hands and pulls down my pants as I do the same with his. Ryan turns me around and fucks me quicker than rabbits fuck, matching my desperate quiet sounds of erotic pleasure with his own. He pounds his long cock up my ass pulling me into his thrusts with a too tight grip at my hips. I find myself bending at the waist to feel the full thrusts of his boner as it moves up and back in my ass. Grunting and groaning Ryan desperately fucks me; my boner sticks straight out from my body throbbing and stretching until I'm afraid the skin will split. In no more than three minutes Ryan fucks a violent stream of cum from my nuts; bending over like I am, the cum splatters against the front door spraying my chin on the way by. Ryan gasps a long sigh of relief as his cum gushes up my ass ten seconds later. I'm feeling a great sense of relief and pleasure with my whole body tingling, Ryan's scent fills my head and it's overwhelming, and causing a wave of dizziness to fly through my brain. I'm so hot for him I feel like crying and I wish he could fucks me again right now! Making sounds of ecstasy little Ryan plows his big dick in my cum filled ass for another half minute, then he pulls his cock out of my ass with the lips of my anus holding tightly around his cock, desperately trying to hold it in me. I straighten up, still moaning, as both of us strokes our cocks. I'm staring at his still hard cock, gasping, "Can I suck it, Ryan?" He's gasping too, "I wish, Dylan, but come on," as he grabs my hand and leads me into a powder room off the foyer where we grab hand towels and clean ourselves the best we can. My rectum's filled with Ryan's cum. We're still breathing hard doing everything fast. He puts a handful of very soft tissues in my jockey shorts and pulls them up for me, saying, "Go back and tell Rob I fell asleep causing this delay, but I'll be right out. Okay?" I say, "Good plan, but your front door is drooling cum" He says, "I'll clean it and..." and, just like that, we're back into a passionate lovers' kiss. It breaks off and Ryan pats my back, saying, "Act cool, Dylan, " I nod, in a fog of lust, as he adds, "I'm madly in love with you. We'll talk, okay?" Again I have the thought that I'd like to go to bed with him and stay there with him fucking me for a week.
Outside the house I'm in a daze, my body's still tingling from that wild fuck, and Ryan's scent still fills my head, I can taste his saliva in my mouth and feel his perfect tongue on mine, as his cum slushes in my ass. I grin thinking of his fogged up little glasses on his cute nose, and his sexy face and body are are in my head as well; that's what I'm thinking about as I stand stupidly right outside Ryan's front door. Then, looking up, I see Robby in the pickup and my head starts to clear. He's spreading his hands, like, "What the fuck's the holdup?" Robby doesn't have a clue what's happened once he got the ball rolling between Ryan and me. His twins are in lust, and maybe love, for each other; a volcanically hot love affair. Taking deep breaths and following Ryan's advice, I'm almost calm by the time I get back to the pickup, except my heart is still pounding fast. It all happened so fast just now that I haven't processed it all yet. Trying to seem normal, I lean on the passenger window frame and say, "He fell asleep. He's getting it together and will be right out." Robby asks, "How late were you guys up last night. What time did ya split up?" I go, "We split up pretty early actually," which is only a little white lie because we did split up early, but early morning, not early in the night. Ryan's saliva is drying stiffly on my face and I wonder if it's noticeable. Fortunately my forehead's sweaty so I wipe the sweat from my forehead over my face, muttering, "It's hot." Robby frowns looking at the outside temperature gage in his truck, "It's seventy-four degrees, that's not hot." I go, "It is when you walk a half mile to his house and back." Robby laughs, "Yeah it's a long front walk. Did ya see much of the house? It's pretty awesome." I go, "No, just the foyer, and I used the power room for a minute too, but what I could see is uber nice." He goes, "You should see Ryan's bedroom," then he grimaces, mumbling, "Sorry. I shouldn't have..." I interrupt with, "That's okay, no problem," and we hear the front door close and Ryan's then running down the walkway towards us. I purposely don't look at him because I do not need another boner poking out the front of my pants. That little guy is fucking hot! Ryan rubs my back when he reaches the pickup. I bite my bottom lip at the feel of his hand, and shudder as I open the door for him. He gets in the middle and kisses Robby hello, explaining, "No one's home," meaning it's safe to kiss in front of his house, and to give me a quick hot fuck in the foyer too. I get in just as Ryan's giving Robby his second 'hello' kiss and then Ryan kisses me 'hello', his lips feeling wonderful. As soon as we get our seat belts buckled Ryan's hand holds mine between our thighs, out of Robby's sight. Robby comments on Ryan falling asleep in the middle of the day, and Ryan says, "Everything caught up with me, Rob. Relief too, you know, that the semester's over and I did pretty good grades-wise, and every other way too. It's been the best year of my life, and you made it possible, Rob. I love you," and I know he does too. Robby smiles, mumbling, "Not in front of your twin," meaning, no mushy talk of love. I go, "That's okay, I love you too, Rob," and Robby looks at me with a happy grin on his face, imitating me calling him 'Rob'. I mumble, "I meant to say 'Robby', but I guess my twin, Ryan, is rubbing off on me. Ryan squeezes my hand and I try concentrating on being in a cold shower, but I can't resist squeezing back. Leaning into my side, Ryan's scent's is all around me and my mind drifts to our fast fuck inside his front door. Orgasms in three minutes; jeez, we're like Connor now. It's just that we can't control ourselves when we're with each other. That was so amazing and it makes me think about that time Robby slipped up and fucked Ryan when it was my turn with Robby. Ryan might have had the same affect on Robby that time, the same affect that Ryan now has on me. Yeah, except Robby's doing the fucking with those two and it's the reverse for Ryan and me. Not that I want it any other way. Hard to believe Ryan's always been the submissive bottom in sex, but I totally believe that he has been, and still is with Robby. Him being the top for us just might be why he's been so hot for me. Maybe that's the whole reason he's hot for me, because I let him fuck me, and he's discovered it gives him awesome orgasms. So that explains maybe why he's hot for me, but what's my excuse? I can't begin to explain it. I am really hot for him though, and that's all I know.
During the drive to the mall Robby asks Ryan what he's doing tonight, explaining I need to be with my family. Ryan looks at me, "Ya can't come out tonight, Dylan?" I explain our family dinner and also tell him about me coming 'out' to my mom and so forth. He goes, "Wow, you're brave". Robby says, "Dylan and I are both coming out tonight. Have you ever thought about it?" Ryan makes a face saying, "No, I'm chicken. What are we doing tonight, Robby?" Robby goes, "What do ya wanna do?" Ryan looks at me, then over to Robby, "You know very well what I wanna do with you tonight, Rob," and Robby laughs, going, "Not in front of your twin." I don't feel jealous this time, or maybe I do but for the opposite reason; I'm maybe jealous for the reverse reason I usually feel jealous when my boyfriend and twin have sex together. I keep my mouth shut though, and listen to them decide what else they're going to do in addition to 'that'. We smoke a cigarette walking through the parking lot with a twin on either side of our boyfriend and at one point, after we've flicked our cigarettes away, Robby gets an arm around Ryan's and my neck pulling our heads to his, saying, "I love both of you and I love that you've become close too. This is going to be the best summer of my life," and he kisses the side of my face and then the side of Ryan's. Ryan and I have an arm around Robby's waist while he's doing that and our hands clasp each other's forearm. Just feeling his hand on me, anywhere, is a turn on for me. Man, this is so odd! We mumble, "Love you too, Robby," and we do too.
Inside the mall Robby buys us all hotdogs and Cokes at the Fenway stand and us twins exchange glances because Robby doesn't throw money around like this usually. Sitting down eating the hotdogs at a vacant table, Robby goes, "Yum," as Ryan and I are again staring into each other's eyes. We both mutter, "Thanks for the hotdog, Rob." I say 'Rob' too although I meant to say 'Robby', but I seem to be adopting my twin's habit of calling him 'Rob'. I've already caught myself doing Ryan's fast head shake, and Robby's said a number of times that I'm becoming like an identical twin of Ryan's, for real. I'm not doing it on purpose, it's like I can't help myself. Ryan hasn't noticed my behavior mimicking his yet, or at least he hasn't mentioned it, and I'm going to make a concerted effort to stop doing it. Finished out hotdogs we drink our Cokes talking about Monday, our first day at work. Robby says, "I've got a half day's supervisor's indoctrination meeting tomorrow." I ask, "On a Sunday?" Robby says, "Yeah, it was suppose to be today, but dad had another commitment. Anyway, do you guys want to hang out together while I'm at the meeting?" Ryan says, "I'll have my mom's car. Ya wanna do something, Dylan?" I go, "Well, I have a weekly brunch with the family on Sundays, but it's over by one o'clock." Robby goes, "It's always an awesome brunch too. Wish I wasn't gonna be in a meeting from twelve to four or five." Ryan says, "I'll pick you up at one o'clock. Okay, Dylan?" I go, "Sure thing, twin," and Robby goes, "This is so awesome! We'll be lovers and best friends at the same time. You're both wonderful. God, I'm lucky." Ryan and I exchange guilty looks, but quickly look away. The heat between Ryan and me doesn't let up all day and I can't believe Robby isn't picking-up on it, but he's so happy we're all friends hanging out together that he's apparently concentrating on that. We run into guys we went to Framingham High with and compare lies about our freshman years in the various colleges we're going to, and then have some laughs about stunts we pulled back in high school. Then Ryan runs into guys he went to Natick high with and he seems popular enough, and why shouldn't he be. Then this older guy, from a group of older guys spots Ryan and wiggles his index finger at Ryan, who says to Robby and me, "Excuse me for a second," and he hurries over to the macho guy who wiggled his finger. Robby and I exchange glances watching the interaction between Ryan and macho man, who appears to be about twenty-one or twenty-two. Ryan's body language is unmistakably submissive as macho man holds Ryan's chin like Willie sometimes does to me, between the guy's thumb and forefinger. The forefinger on top of Ryan's chin and the thumb under it lifting Ryan's face to look into macho man's eyes. Robby goes, "Guess that's one of Ryan's past dominant sex buddies. Ya wanna help me kick his ass?" Robby's serious, so I say, "Let's wait to see if he does anything to humiliate Ryan first. If he does I'm with you, Rob." Dammit, I said 'Rob' again. Macho man's done with Ryan quickly though, he pats Ryan's cheek and dismisses him. Ryan comes back to us blushing with his head down. He mutters, "Sorry guys. That's Nathan, my last dom. He told me to call him." Robby says, "Are you gonna call him?" Ryan says, "Absolutely not, but he'll probably kick my ass the next time he sees me 'cause I didn't call. I don't care though, I'm not calling him, period." Robby says, "He won't kick your ass if Dylan and I are with ya, you can be sure of that." Ryan looks at Robby, then me, asking, "Really?" I nod my head and Robby says, "Really."
We forget about that and goof on each other for awhile, then get ice cream cones and later have a smoke in the parking lot leaning against Robby's pickup, enjoying each other's company. It's been a fun afternoon. As the day progressed Ryan and I managed to contained most of our hots for each other and concentrated on our hots for Robby. It's five-thirty though, so I need to get home. Robby drives me home first and I'm sure they'll make their plans for tonight after dropping me off, but I'm not holding that against them. It's confusing and bizarre, but it is what it is. Walking up the steps I stop and look back at them in the pickup and Ryan blows me a kiss, then a big wave. Okay, he'll get fucked tonight and then there's tomorrow, when Robby's in his meeting, and Ryan will give me a hot dominant fuck, not like the quickies he's giving me since the last dominant one. Jesus, our last sub/dom fuck was just yesterday afternoon, and he's fucked me fast three times since then. And then there's our first day on Robby's grass cutting crew the day after tomorrow. But first, what do the moms have to tell Chubby and me, and will I be able to get out that I'm gay to them tonight? I sure hope so, and Robby better do the same too.
The End (Of Dylan's Freshman Year)
Coming soon: "Dylan's Summer Vacation II"
Before that is the epilogue to this series for all the answers and description of how it all turns out. It won't be posted as it's for my loyal readers as a thank you to the guys who have encouraged me throughout the series, but if anyone else cares to read it, tell me and I'll email a copy to you too.
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