Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2019 18:13:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bill <mgtbill@aol.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE Chapter  30

DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE

Chapter  30

by  Donny  Mumford


Because of his misremembered subconscious revelation about why he's been
fixated on me having a flattop haircut, Danny feels we need to celebrate. A
nonsensical reason, sure, but I like his idea of a long sexual, um,
celebration. He mentioned 'lover's' sex but he doesn't have a firm grasp on
what that is as he usually includes aspects of it in regular-every-day
buddy sex. I've still got my major-league 'crush' on him so, of course, I'm
not opposed to having sex with him whatever he chooses to call it. When
he's trying, and even when he's not, Danny arouses me mightily going all
the way back to the beginning of last summer. As for whatever my
subconscious reasons for that might be... who the fuck knows?

For a couple of months now I've been expecting this crush I've had on Danny
to fade out, and I'm still thinking it will, but it hasn't yet. He's still
sexually hotter than Venus! Um, you know, Venus is the hottest planet in
the solar system. Okay, yeah, I probably should have used the sun in that
metaphor. Anyway, as I said, Danny gets me sexually aroused without him
even trying, and then when he is trying... Omigod! Yeah, that's something
special for me although it's got nothing to do with 'love'. I'm very sure
of that.

He's got me sexually aroused right now as a matter of fact, and I can't
help but make a quiet almost whining sound as Danny's and my mouths come
together and then I let him do most of the work. Basically, I don't want to
get in his way because his kissing and general making-out technique are
both fantastic and right up there with the very best. After saying that,
it's hard to resist participating a little as we cling to each other and
almost wrestle one another in a sexual heat to the degree we're risking a
broken neck from falling off this smallish bed as we roll around on it.

Yeah, seriously, Danny kisses in a special way that I can't duplicate or
describe although his making-out, which is another word for foreplay,
includes much more than just kissing. Few guys I've had a kiss with can
equal Danny's and, as I may have mentioned forty or fifty times, this boy
is HOT!  Okay, let me take the kissing part back a notch to say our mutual
friend Hayden is even a step above Danny in the kissing department. On the
other hand, Hayden can't compare with Danny in the overall making-out
department, so there's that.

I have a theory about their superior kissing capabilities. Danny and Hayden
were gay friends since their very early teen years and I believe they
practiced kissing with each other for hours-on-end and the results of that
practice pretty much prove that practice makes perfect, or close to it. The
other extraordinary kisser in my experience was Ryan Wilcox. As far as
kissing goes, those three are above all others. Of course, I can only speak
about the sex buddies and side-sex partners I've experienced kissing
with. For all I know, there are thousands of better kissers, incredibly
talented kissers who I haven't run into yet, and my time is running out to
do so.

And then there's my lover, Robby who I'd rather kiss with, make-out with,
and have sex with than anyone including the aforementioned kissing and
make-out stars. It's a totally different ballgame which is to say, sex
buddies and a 'lover' are in different leagues. The lover always is
preferable. Robby is not the best at making out, he's awesome but not the
best, and the same can be said for having sex with him. So, yeah, love
trumps expertise in all things sexual. Love makes up for any deficiencies
the lovers may have in these and any other areas.

As I said though, I'm not with my lover now.  I'm settling for who's become
a strong second best. Danny's my new favorite buddy sex buddy and that's no
small thing as I've had some superior side-sex buddy in my life. Danny's
currently my favorite and he's not far from the top of them all. I say that
even though, in my opinion, there's been some tough competition and heading
that list are two of my favorites, Ryan Wilcox, when he's not acting
insane, and my all-time 'top' buddy sex buddy, Willie Worthington, um, when
he's in one of his more likable identities.

Willie did more for me than any other buddy sex buddy and maybe more than
the rest combined. He taught me it's okay to be gay and act gay if I felt
like it, and he taught me everything I needed to know about gay sex, and he
loved me the best he could which was more about the love of the sex we had
together than actually loving me for being me, but that helped me learn
something about love too.

We had quite an interesting history, one like no other but we also had an
indispensable ally on our side. An ally that provided a ginormous assist,
meaning our youth. We were both very young and innocent and you're only
really young once. So, yeah, Willie helped me make the best of my gay
youth. He wasn't nearly as innocent as I was, although he was innocent in
the way all seventeen-year-old boys are innocent, meaning he hadn't been
alive long enough to experience a hell of a lot yet... he'd just
experienced a lot more than I had at the time we were together.

Robby, on the other hand, is the most important person I've had serious
sexual relations with, but then he's not a buddy sex buddy. Robby's my
lover so his importance in my life is a very different thing. My brother is
also in a totally different category, different from all of them, including
Robby. Chub's significance in my life is unparalleled although it had
little to do with making out, kissing, or having sex. It had to do with
everything else.

And, no, I don't think it's all about me! I am the only one, however, who
was in a position to form these opinions. I think I was a very good buddy
sex buddy to everyone I consider a buddy sex buddy, but the keywords here
are 'I think!'.  My buddy sex buddies are the ones to ask how well I've
done in those regards.

Anyway, Robby's at the ballpark presently and therefore not here. He's with
the baseball team's batting coaches and the other baseball team
mentors. They're all probably having a good time talking baseball and
watching videos of the young freshman trying to hit college pitching, and
breaking each others balls about it, and in general doing all that jock
shit. They're having a good time I'm sure, but not as good a time as I'm
having.

As I said, the sheets smell strongly and sexily of Danny and that's a good
thing. His pillowcase smells faintly of marijuana and cigarette smoke which
for some reason I'm finding sexy and that reminds me of the fantasy I made
up while sitting on the barber stool waiting for Danny to do my haircut. I
fantasized Danny and I fucking last night with his long hair dragging
across my face smelling faintly of marijuana and cigarette smoke. It smells
like that for real right now too.

That doesn't bother me at all, and the fact Danny hasn't showered today
doesn't bother me either. I'm glad he didn't shower because he smells
strongly of himself as opposed to smelling faintly of soap and shampoo. Not
showering wouldn't necessarily be an especially good thing if Danny didn't
have a very nice and sexy personal scent, but he does... so it is a good
thing. As a matter of fact, when a person with a nice sexy personal scent
like Danny's hasn't yet reached the body odor stage, that's when they smell
the sexiest if you ask me... and Danny's right there right now.

The human body, all animals' bodies actually, excrete chemicals in the form
of scent that others can detect. These scents are called pheromones and
there are not only sex pheromones but others too, like alarm pheromones or
food trail pheromones and other I've forgotten. Danny's commented
positively many times about my personal scent, a scent I've noticed
myself. Yeah, I picked up a habit from a hot sexy kid years ago, and I
can't seem to break myself of it. It's the habit of unconsciously smelling
the back of my hand or wrist, especially when I'm in a fog or thinking
deeply about something. Our personal scents are in our skin and, like
almost everything about us, we literally had nothing to do with it. We're
born the way we're born, some luckier than others although it's a matter of
opinion who the luckier ones actually are.

Very little of any of this matters right now, however. What matters is that
Danny and I are in a serious sexual heat for one another. We're both still
a little tired and hung-over, Danny more so than me in both areas, but
somehow that lessens inhibitions which can be a good thing when having
sex. Also, I've already been stimulated sexually by my stupid haircut
fetish and from Danny fucking me awesomely forty-five minutes ago, which
was sort of inevitable once we got in bed together.

Like Robby, Danny's stronger than me which is good because, well, I like
being sort of dominated during sexual interaction. That special kissing
Danny started us off with, however, has me overly rambunctious and I find
myself grinning and scrambling on top of him. I want to try my own pretty
good kissing technique which results in our teeth scraping together while
both my hands grab fistfuls of Danny long hair, still faintly smelling of
cigarette and marijuana smoke as I think I mentioned once or twice before.

His hair hasn't been cut since the middle of last summer and at that time
it was cut in that ludicrous style with the sides 'faded' really short but
the hair on top of his head not cut much at all. There's was a big mop of
hair on top of Danny's head after that last haircut and now, three months
later the side hairs and back hairs have grown out almost two inches and
his hair on top, that was long to start with, is now two inches
longer. It's quite a great bunch of hair to grab a fistful of and Danny's
hair is like mine in that when it gets long it gets wavy. It looks cool on
him and feels silky in between my fingers.

Danny's probably surprised I've gotten on top of him because my
rambunctiousness is out of character for me... I'm usually the submissive
one. He moves his head to the side pulling his mouth away from mine looking
a little shocked as he's gasping in air and then grunting, "Oooh,
fuck. What are you doing?" He takes in another big lungful of oxygen with
his chest rising under me as I've shimmied up to sit on his chest now, a
knee on either side of him. My fists still have bunches of his hair pulling
his head back on the pillow. I have him momentarily under my control and a
'topping' thought skitters across my brain. A thought that is quickly
rejected because there's no way I want to pass up the chance for a second
fuck from him this afternoon.

Nope, Danny and I don't do 'it' often enough for me to pass up on this
opportunity. Our first fuck as I said was uber hot, but too quickly
over. My passing thought of 'topping' can't compare to the thought of his
hard cock going up my ass again. Still, it is fun sitting on him and
looking down at his cute face. Oops, there's a drop of blood at the side of
his puffy pink lips. I guess I accidentally cut his bottom lip with my
teeth during, what's turned into a wild make-out. Sorry about that.

The only bad part about this situation is we're both still wearing
underpants. My jockey underpants are stuck to my buttocks with cum that
drooled out after the earlier sex. Danny partially wiped some of his cum
off my ass before pulling my underpants up earlier, but more cum has leaked
out after that very considerate move on his part. The underwear Danny's
wearing, a pair of boxer shorts, has dried cum around the fly. He never
pulled his boxers down earlier... he fucked me with his cock sticking out
the slit in front which is, as I just mentioned, called a 'fly' for reasons
unknown.

Anyway, in my temporary dominant position sitting on Danny's chest, I yank
on his long hair and mutter, "I gotta tell you, you are a sexy thing, Danny
Monday, and you make my dick get so hard it aches. Just thought I'd let you
know." His chest rises again as he takes another deep breath and then he
says, "Thanks for telling me, but I already knew that" and then, like he's
surprised, he adds, "This isn't lover's sex." I chuckle and mutter, "No
shit," and then pull on his hair some more before leaning my head down and
licking across his mouth and then up the front of his nose, my nose getting
close to his hair; his brown hair that I have stretched back from his
hairline. I mumble, "Your hair is wavy and it smells faintly of cigarette
and marijuana smoke."

Danny snickers and murmurs, "That's because I was smoking pot and
cigarettes with the other derelicts at your party last night. I had a very
good time by the way," and then he adds, "In case you don't know, you're
going to make me cum if you do much more of that sexy licking on my mouth
and nose," and then he snorts through his nose blowing a fine spray of the
saliva I left there. I chuckle as I look at the beads of perspiration
forming on his forehead. He's so sexy looking I lick across his forehead
tasting his salty sweat and then lift up on my knees a little because my
boner is pointing straight out trapped in the front of my jockey
shorts. I'm hoping it will slip to the side if I move my hips, but it stays
put.

Jesus, that's a tight boner! I might cum myself if I'm not careful. I mean,
Omigod, Danny's scent is like an aphrodisiac to me and I can still smell
him from my close encounters with his face as I was licking him. I move my
hips again without getting my boner to move. Damn, I don't want to let go
of Danny's hair because as soon as I do, he'll turn the tables on me. I
ease down off my knees, sitting on Danny's chest again and now my boner is
pointing out so far it almost pokes his chin. He goes, "What's wrong with
this picture, baby?" I shake my head, muttering, "Nothing," and I take a
chance letting go of his hair with my right hand so I can push my boner
over to the side a little.

Danny immediately begins struggling to try to roll us over on our sides. I
yank on his hair again to get him to stop and he yells, "Ow, Goddammit,
Dylan!" I let up on the hair pulling but keep my fist full of his wavy
brown hair, as he says, "So, you don't see anything's wrong with this
picture, huh? Let me show you." Ignoring me pulling his hair, he grabs me
under both arms and with a mighty heave of his body I go over on my side,
almost off the bed except Danny's keeps hold of me and pulls me over and
then he sits on my chest, asking, "How'd you like that?" Looking up at him,
I go, "Did you know your mouth has many different shades of pink in it?
It's very clean looking and whaddaya use to get your teeth so sparkling
white?" He laughs out loud as he's getting hold of both my wrists and
spreading my arms out flat on the mattress. Oh no, I'm dominated again! My
boner is stretching my jockey shorts up against the back of his buttocks as
he sits on my chest with his knees on either side of me.

Just for the fuck of it, I struggle and kick my legs out but it only makes
him laugh and then he lowers his head and puts his awesomely clean-looking
tongue in my mouth and slide it on my tongue and then across my front
teeth. In my mind, I'm exaggerating how dominating Danny's being. I don't
need to exaggerate how sexy his tongue in my mouth is. I'm lying here very
docilely for him as Danny finishes his tongue action with a sloppy kiss and
finishes that by sucking on my top lip, pulling it away from my teeth. Oh
fuck, I love his mouth on mine. He's leaning over me holding my arms out by
the wrist, his head above mine about a foot or so and he looks good enough
to eat. He murmurs, "Ah, I see you've surrendered yourself to me
again. That's my good boy." I nod my head wanting it to be true.

I like imagining Danny being this bad-ass macho extremely dominant sex
buddy. That's a stretch though as I'm looking up at his cute face, one of
the few faces of guys our age that still looks kinda like a kid. And, his
so-called beard consists of some fine wavy brown hairs at the bottom of his
chin and a little along his jaw and under his sideburns. He has a mustache
like mine, it stops at the end of his upper lip... soft wavy quarter-inch
hairs that are not at all like a bristly-feeling real beard. Our so-called
beards can more often be seen on the faces of seventeen or
eighteen-year-old boys than twenty-two-year-old young men, but whaddya
gonna do? It is what it is... there's no fighting nature.

Still, I have a good imagination and can conjure up in my head Danny being
a bad-ass macho dominant sex buddy. I do that by concentrating on his bicep
muscles in his upper arms and the well-defined muscles of his pecs or
pectoralis major as bodybuilders know those muscles as. Whatever you choose
to call them, Danny's are hard and make-up most of his hairless chest. The
rest of his chest consists of two sexy-looking nipples. And then there are
Danny's wide shoulders so, yeah, with a little imagination Danny could be a
bad-ass dominant sex buddy. Of course, it'd help if he'd get a couple of
tats and a few piercings...none of which he has. I'm glad I have mine
although I'm not getting any more. Mine are discrete and just right the way
they are.

Danny drops his head again, his wavy bangs sliding against my forehead as
his tongue licks my lips and then he does his incredible sexy kiss
again. It lasts maybe fifteen seconds and a funny sound comes from his
throat when he takes his lips away. I felt his very hard cock poke my
stomach when he leaned over to lick my face, returning the favor of me
licking his face three minutes ago and now I let out a funny sound of my
own followed by a gasp and a shoulder shudder. Danny's face is just above
mine as he grins and murmurs, "We're actually made for each other,
Dylan... you'll eventually see that."

All I can do is bite my bottom lip and look at him. Jesus, it's so crazy
how incredibly sexy I think he is. But why didn't I think that before this
past summer? And with him hovering over me like this his stronger scent is
flooding my olfactory glands making me a little dizzy. Oh shit! I just
noticed his boner has made its way out the slit in his boxer shorts. That's
what poked my stomach! I murmur, "All kidding aside, Danny, I'm gonna cum
for real this time." Moaning quietly again, I hump a little with my hips,
my eyes closed with me making a whining moan, expecting to climax and not
caring if I do. I go, "Aaaaa, oooh, ummm," but I don't cum. It's like I
need to climax, but I can't.

Danny does another lick across my lips and then deposits a lot of saliva at
the front of my nostrils licking right up against the front. It's startling
so I open my eyes seeing him grinning. He says, "You thought you were gonna
cum, huh?" I've got a goofy expression on my face, sort of embarrassed for
acting like a sex novice, like a beginner experimenting with my gay friend
for the first time. He laughs again, saying, "You almost shot your load
from me kissing you... really?" Wow, he looks so handsome with his hair
sticking to his sweaty forehead and his eyes shining. He goes, "Seriously,
baby, I've never been with anyone who I can get aroused as easily as you."
I can still see tiredness in those shining eyes of his.

Anyway, I let his last bragging comment pass because I don't want to
talk. I'm feeling too dreamily submissive. I just shake my head which isn't
as easy as it sounds because when Danny dragged me over after turning the
tables on me, my head ended crookedly half on and half off his pillow. He
goes, "Oh, so you're not talking now, huh? Well, maybe I can help you cum,"
and he lets go of my wrists and slides backward off me to get a hand under
each of my legs and then lifts them as he's muttering, "Hold your legs back
for me, baby." I get an arm around my legs pulling them toward me as
Danny's pulling the waistband at the back of my jockey underpants,
stretching it until it's off my butt cheeks. The front of my jockey shorts
is way too tight now, still covering my boner and its two friends, my
nuts. It's wicked uncomfortable but I can't pull the front waistband away
from my stomach enough to do anything about it.  Plus, I feel the cooler
air on my asshole now and that's got my attention. Not that the room's
especially cool, it's not, but it's cooler than my body temperature by
about twenty degrees.

Danny shuffles forward on his knees and grabs hold of my hips and then,
just like earlier, he plugs the head of his boner right in past my
sphincter muscle, no hesitation! We both go, "Oooh!" There's plenty of lube
in my rectum from our first fuck plus some of Danny's cum so no problems as
far as that goes. No problem as far as anything goes because my asshole, my
anus specifically, is more willing to accommodate Danny's boner. It'd been
worked over forty-five minutes ago and readily expands for Danny's boner
this time.

I go, "Ummmm, feels good already, Danny!" His head, the one on his neck,
goes back as Danny's moaning now too, "Mmmm, yeah, this does feel good,
baby," and he shuffles minimally closer to my ass on his knees and then
leans forward pushing the rest of his six-plus-inch boner all the way up my
ass. My back arches a little while my arms go around Danny's back pulling
him over me so now his head is partially over mine and the long wavy hairs
of his bangs, still smelling faintly of cigarette and marijuana smoke, drag
across my face to make the fantasy I had while sitting on the barber stool
come true... twelve hours late.

Immediately, also like last time, Danny begins thrusting hard and fast with
the same sounds of his crotch smacking against my buttocks, "Slapslapslap,"
ringing in our ears. We're rocking on the bed together groaning and
moaning... the sensations we're experiencing are happening like
always... the way they should. Fabulous anal-sex sensations in my rectum
and I can only imagine the awesome vibrating sensations that Danny's hard
fast moving cock is giving him... mutual pleasure, what could be better?

Quickly there's sensory overload for me with my boner throbbing nicely
although it's still caught in the front of my jockey underpants. I've been
aroused aplenty this afternoon and not just by our earlier sex, although
that is still in my head. Then there's Danny's strong sexy scent all around
me on the bed and on Danny himself plus his hair dragging on my face with
every thrust, but that's not all I'm dealing with, I was also highly
aroused by the haircutting Danny did this afternoon topped off by my own
haircut that had my cock hard as a rock for the entire ten minutes the
haircut lasted, plus the memory of it still lingers and now every nerve
ending in my rectum has exploded with more sexual pleasure sensations than
you'd think possible and all I can do is hug around Danny's back, keep my
legs back, and lie here under him moaning with pleasure and letting Danny
do all the heavy lifting again.

Each hard thrust moves both of us slightly back toward the small headboard
on this smallish dormitory bed. In addition to the 'Slap,slap,slap," sounds
and my moans, 'Umm, umm, umm, umm, Danny, ooh ooh," there's Danny's
alternating moans of sexual pleasure and grunts from the exertion he's
putting into this sex act. I can't see his face now as he's dropped his
head and I'm looking mostly the top of his head and all that wavy long
brown hair is now sliding across my mouth and chin and, of course, I can
also see his sexy wide shoulders but mostly it's his ridiculously hard
boner plowing my ass just about as good as it can be done that has my
attention.

Sweat droplets begin hitting my chest as Danny's getting sweatier and
sexier the harder he thrusts that awesome hard cock of his. Oh yeah, this
is another excellent hard fast fucking that has my skin feeling alive and
my prostate gland apoplectic with sizzling pleasure vibrations, plus all
around my tightly stretched asshole there's that incredible itchy buzzing
sensation that needs scratching and the friction from Danny's hard cock
moving back and forth is fulfilling that need perfectly and deliciously. I
shudder and shake and moan until everything blends together and its
pleasure beyond words... but then here comes the bully, the climax
bully-train roaring onto the scene like a powerful locomotive and it's
demanding my attention and, of course, getting it too.

An impending orgasmic climax is an intense sensation that more often than
not arrives earlier than I'd like. It's the rude guest who arrives too
early for dinner but he's brought with him an irresistible dessert that's
so inviting you wanna eat it before dinner. The climax to this 'dinner',
the icing on the cake, is sexual orgasmic climax! Its tantalizing offerings
become impossible to resist and I want it now and get desperate and
slightly out of control scratching my fingernails on Danny's back and
struggling on the mattress attempting to hump my hips at Danny's thrusting
while whining sounds are coming from my throat.

Then, closing in on panic, I get frantic for my dessert, my climax, and
completely forget about everything except getting it, and
then... "Aeeeeiiii!!!" from me as cum rushes up my super sensitized
quivering hard boner to escape into the world only to be stopped by the
material of my overly tight underpants that imprison it... cum zooms up and
out in a flash soaking my jockey underwear as the universe stops moving for
some seconds, me with my eyes wide, holding my breath while shuddering at
the scary but thrilling intensity until, "Ooooh," almost relief when
everything storms back into my world brighter and more real than ever with
shivers caused by the after-effects of climax that streak buzzingly around
my groin with my shoulders doing their shuddering against the mattress.

It's magical and now I hear Danny's gasping for oxygen as he normally does
after climax, a climax that I wasn't aware he had. He's smiling and pushing
his hair out of his eyes, obviously pleased with how things turned
out... me too. I stretch my legs out on either side of Danny feeling so
good it's almost shocking. I don't know why I should be shocked though
because it always feels really, really good. More smiles from Danny as he
puts his hand flat on his chest, mumbling, "My heart's beating like a
fucking drum. How about yours?" I nod, "Yep," and then he scrunches up his
face, and moans, "Ummmm," as he's pulling his stone boner out of my
ass. That gives me a few more sizzles of pleasure and my shoulders do a
mini-shudder. Danny shuffles backward on his knees, his cock still hard but
now slimy and shiny with cum and lubricant.

Sitting up and back on his ankles, Danny takes another deep breath and then
says, "That wasn't lover's sex." Again I mutter, "No shit," and we both
laugh. He goes, "Didn't we have this conversation one or two times
already?" and he lunges forward to land on top of me, saying, "Do you love
me yet?" I go, "Aw, c'mon Danny, don't ruin everything," and he starts
trying to turn me over, saying, "I'm not ruining anything." I wrestle back
in earnest now as we both try getting one another in a headlock. My
underpants slide partly over my buttocks but they're still only partially
covering my ass as cum drools out soaking through the waistband and
drooling on the bottom sheet as we're wrestling and giggling like
children. Danny's cum, drooling from my ass is getting on things and us,
plus his bare cock is making a mess on the bed as well.

Danny finally gets leverage and flips me. We titter on the edge of the bed
a second and then both fall off landing on Speck's throw rug "Thunk!" I go,
"Umph!" and Danny does a quiet, "Ow," and then laughs before asking, "You
okay, Dylan." I go, "Oh fuck, I think so," and crawl out from under him,
adding, "You landed on me!" He goes, "I did not! I landed on my side and so
did you," and he smacks my ass, SMACK!" and then pulls my underpants the
rest of the way off my ass and I go, "No," and then feel the head of his
cock in my ass again and freeze. I don't move a muscle 'cause it feels so
good. Danny says, "Just stay like that," and he moves up on his knees with
the head of his boner joined by an inch of shaft going up my ass. I'm
partly on my hands and knees as Danny's gripping my hips and then he
tightly slides the rest his boner back up my ass. We're docked and locked
together again and I moan with my back arching as he snickers, saying, "You
can't fucking resist me, can you?"

He's getting himself better situated behind me as I do my docile act
waiting to be fucked again. Well, it's not really an act, I actually am
docile waiting for Danny to start and what's wrong with that? Plus, it
feels sexy being filled-up back there with a hard cock. Danny goes, "Ow,"
and then laughs, muttering, "Fuck, I hit my foot on the leg of the metal
bed frame." Another smack on my ass, "SMACK" and he says, "Drop your head,"
I lower my head and he goes, "More, down to the rug... and get that ass of
yours up." He's chuckling and having fun but I chose, in my head, to take
him seriously like he's being a serious bad-ass dominant 'top'. I rest my
forehead on my arms that are lying flat on the rug. That's close enough to
what I was told to do. Heh heh, I did what he said because that's what a
bad-ass stud dominant sex partner would expect! In Danny's case, minus his
chuckling. He's obviously kidding around but I'm pretending he's a tough
dom.

What he isn't kidding around about is his hard and fast fucking that he
starts doing now and it's the same "Slapalspslap," sounds of males fucking
all over again. It's a continuation of the earlier hard fast fucking
"Slapslapslap!" sounds... and Omigod how good it feels in my ass.

I'm beginning to wonder the same thing about Danny as I've been wondering
about Robby, and it's that I don't think either of them is getting enough
side sex... if any. Wait a second... if I'm Danny's side sex buddy, then
who's his primary sex partner? I mean now that Hayden's in
California. Yeah, but Danny did allude to other sex partners during his
'talk' with me before he did my haircut. Hmmm, I don't know what to think.

That thought flew by my brain in one-half-second though if that long and
then I'm right back thinking only about how really, really good Danny's
cock is fucking my ass. As I said before, his cock fits my ass perfectly in
every way. He's told me basically the same thing, but in reverse. A few
minutes of energetic humping has Danny gasping and sucking air 'cause he's
finally gotta be getting tired. Hard fast fucking takes a lot of
energy. I've been docilely absorbing all the pleasure sensations and just
sort of swooning in a dreamy state so I'm not tired at all. I'm hoping this
will be a long one but Danny's 'gassed' after five minutes. He stops and
takes a few deep breaths like he always does, before saying, "How about if
you get up and lie your chest on the mattress, babe? That way I can stand."

I start to get up before realizing he means without his cock coming out, so
I do everything slowly with Danny still holding onto my hips and sort of
guiding me, murmuring, "Good, um, no, slower now... hold up a second and
let me get off my knees." I drop down on the bed, my feet on the floor, my
chest and face on the mattress, my ass held up, and do it all with Danny's
boner still impaling me. He goes, "Good, this is better," and he begins
thrusting again. Yeah, this feels really good at a little different angle
for that hard cock of his to hit inside my rectum... oh fuck, that's right
on my prostate!

My face is on the fitted sheet where Danny's scent is strong but I want
more so I reach over and pull the pillow over to my face and inhale the
faint scent of the smoky smelling pillowcase again. Haha, that's goofy I
know because normally I don't like how marijuana smoke smells but somehow
the scent transferring from Danny's hair to the pillowcase makes it seem
nice and sexy.

Danny keeps it up for another minute but he's probably not feeling any
closer to another orgasm than I am. He goes, "Damn, Dylan, do you mind if
we just get back in bed? If we have the time I promise we'll finally have
perfect lover's sex a little later." I go, "No problem," and he pulls out
his cock leaving my asshole wide open back there as it always is after
getting fucked this much. That doesn't feel great afterward, but I'm not a
complainer.

I crawl back onto the bed while Danny tries straightening out the bedding
that got tangled up during our wrestling match ten minutes ago. He's like,
"You make my dick feel good, Dylan. I swear to God; your ass fits my dick
like a fucking glove. Is it okay if on a cold night this winter we sleep
together with my dick in your rear-end-glove keeping it nice and warm and
cozy."? Snickering, I go, "Sure." When he's back in bed and under the
covers, Danny says, "Let me hug you, baby, and if it won't upset you I
might take a short nap now." Yeah, well, that was the original plan.

I mutter "just a second," as I'm taking off my cum soaked
underpants. Getting ready to toss them on the floor, I mumble, "Can I
borrow a pair of your underpants before I leave?" Danny yawns and then he
yawns again and mutters, "I'll get you a pair of Speck's boxer shorts from
the hamper. He only wears his underpants one or two days," I laugh, and
Danny grins as I'm tossing my underpants near the desk chair. He rubs my
head, murmuring, "Damn, every fucking time I see you with this haircut I'm
gonna spring a boner. As if you weren't hot and sexy looking enough before
I gave you this flattop! Balls, now the fucking straight guys are gonna be
hitting on you too!"

I wasn't listening too closely to him because I'm on my stomach trying not
to be obvious about moving my hips side to side wiping some of my own cum
off on the sheet and thinking how good my junk feels as I'm doing
this. Danny goes, "Hey you! Did ya hear what I said?" I'm like, "Huh?" and
he rubs my head again, saying, "Your new flattop, the real flattop this
time. It looks so cool on you the straight boys are gonna be hitting on you
now... that's how irresistibly sexy you are with that haircut." One of the
few really good things about this haircut is you can't mess it up. It stays
like it is, so Danny rubbing my head is no problem... anybody rubbing my
head is no problem, almost anybody.

Sliding toward Danny, and away from the wet area on the sheet, I
sarcastically say, "Oh, I'm so sure I look better with this haircut." He
goes, "You do and you know it!" I mutter, "I'll settle for guys not
pointing at me and guffawing." Danny mutters, "Fuck a whole bunch of
guffawing, baby." We're quiet for a minute as Danny settles down for a
nap. I bump his arm, saying, in a serious tone of voice, "You're not
serious about me getting this haircut every two weeks, are you?" He
tightens his arms around me pulling me tighter against him, mumbling,
"Well, yeah. You already agreed to cooperate with that and I know you'll
keep your word." He kisses my head and adds, "But, because I love you, I'll
buy the unscented hairspray for next time." We both snuggle a little more
as I decide to take a page out of Danny's communication guidebook and
ignore what I don't want to hear, meaning what he just said. Instead, I
murmur, "This feels nice and cozy, Danny," and it does too.

Yeah, Danny has a very nice body to snuggle with. His body is hard in a lot
of places and, no, I don't mean that place. I mean his muscles are hard and
there's nice definition to them as well. Not overly done though, not like
weightlifters' muscles although Danny lifts some weight too I
guess. Whatever, like Robby, when Danny relaxes, his muscles relax too. The
only drawbacks to our cozy position are a few wet cum spots under us. They
came from our wrestling, cum oozing from the front and back of my cum
soaked underpants that I've since tossed on the floor.

I quietly say, "Get a little rest, Danny, and maybe you'll be able to think
more clearly about the two-week bullshit you..." But I stop talking
because, ha, Danny's already out. He crashed like a light switch clicked
off. Lying here I'm thinking... gee, this afternoon wasn't as good as last
time. I didn't expect it would be but it's been pretty good and maybe it's
not over. Oh fuck though, I keep forgetting about the time-factor. Without
moving too much, I get my arm free of Danny's so I can check my watch and
see it's now three-fifteen. If Danny's right about Rob's meeting lasting
two hours, we've got forty-five minutes left... and Danny's probably going
to sleep through all of it.

It's been a good time though. What the hell am I talking about 'good'? It's
been great! Two fucks, two and a half actually, although they were kinda
quick, especially the first one. But still, get serious... that's a pretty
damn good afternoon. I reach up and feel my head and smirk thinking, maybe
everything hasn't been great. Gee though, I'm much more okay with this
haircut that I thought I'd be. I'm thinking the same thing I thought
earlier, that I'm okay with it because Robby encouraged me to get it and
because Danny did such a professional job of it, and for another thing,
Danny likes me with this haircut, OBVIOUSLY! Haha! So, who doesn't like it?
I guess nobody.

I suppose I'm a little vain about my appearance but not so much that it's
bothersome. Sure, I try looking as good as I can, like choosing clothes I
think are cool. Hell, I dressed up to go home, my other home. I cared what
his parents thought of me while Rob just threw on whatever was handy. Me, I
care what almost everybody thinks, even when I don't even fucking know
them. Is that a bad thing? I don't know if it's particularly bad, but it's
probably not good. Looking at Danny now, I'm like... is he dead? He doesn't
make any sound at all while sleeping and he must breathe very
shallowly. Putting my hand on his chest I feel a good strong heartbeat but
his chest barely moves as he's breathing.

Danny's not vain! Christ, sometimes I think he might be colorblind
considering the things he wears! And that scraggly beard of his! As I said,
there isn't much of it, but it could still use some attention once in a
while. He hasn't shaved in I don't remember when, but that's not because he
thinks it's a fashion statement. He doesn't give a shit about that; he's
lazy about shaving. And his hair is way too long although he kinda looks
like a rock star... not that that's necessarily a good thing unless you're
making millions to justify that 'look'.

Robby's more like me I think. Yeah, and I don't see that as a
negative. Anyway, I'm apparently not vain enough to be concerned about the
haircut Danny gave me. I'm going back to my earlier thoughts about this
flattop... it's okay for the reasons I came up with back then. I reach up
and feel the bristly hairs sticking straight up off my head and get a
tremor in my dick. See, that's a side benefit only I know about. I'm
referring to my haircut fetish. It was in high gear while Danny was giving
me this haircut... wicked high gear, and it will be every time he does it
too.

Dammit though, it doesn't appear I'm going to drift off to sleep. And then
I must have because someone's cell phone is ringing and I'm waking up
because of it. A quick glance at my wristwatch tells me it's
ten-after-four. That's probably my phone and it's its probably Robby
calling to say he's done and I should pick him up.

Danny and I rolled apart slightly as we slept so I easily slide off my side
of the bed and pick my pants up off the floor. I get my phone out of the
side pocket but it's stopped ringing. Huh, Robby probably left a message on
my voice mail. I check and, yep, he did. He wants me to call him and when I
do he answers, "Hi, Dylan, um, don't pick me up, babe. Coach Davis is
taking us mentors out with the batting coach, Coach Nickerbocker, for a few
beers at Rolf's Bar." I go, "Jeez, I'll bet that's the last thing you feel
like doing after last night, huh?" Robby goes, "Yes, what I'd like to do is
take a nap." I chuckle, "That's what I was doing when you called. Danny
fell asleep so I figured, why not?" That's very close to the absolute truth
too... minus some minor details

I hear some shouting in the background and Robby goes, "Oh, no! Coach just
bought a round of shots. Goddammit, I know that asshole Murphy talked Coach
into it... fuck!" I mutter, "Ew, a shot makes me thinking of puking." Rob
goes, "Um, look, babe, I'll get a ride from someone. I'll see you at the
apartment later, okay?" I go, "Sure," and he's like, "They're ordering
pizzas here so I won't need much if anything for dinner." I nod my head,
not that Rob can see me do that, and mutter, "Okay, see you back at the
apartment, um, whenever."

Huh, I look over and see Danny's eyes are open. He asks, "What'd Rob say?"
I tell him as I'm getting back in bed. Danny goes, "Good," and pulls me
over to him, murmuring, "Let's try to sleep a little longer." It does feel
awfully nice in bed like this and I guess I could go for some more nap
time. College students are world-class nappers. Danny snuggles as good as
Robby and, damn, I love being embraced the way those two guys do it. Danny
squeezes me against him and then lets up but keeps his arms around my
waist. I'm naked, of course, my cum soaked jockey underwear is now up
against one of the desk chair's legs.

Danny's lips are against my ear, murmuring, 'Your penis is sticky." It's
against the side of his leg just below his boxer shorts. I go, "You never
took off your underpants, did you?" He chuckles and goes, "Nope, I invaded
your cute ass through the fly of these slightly ragged underpants and I did
it three times already and now I'm thinking I'm gonna go for number four
after resting a bit longer." My hand slides across his stomach... oh, his
stomach is hard too. I ask, "Are you flexing your stomach muscles?" He
laughs and goes, 'Yes I am. I'm trying to impress you." Getting my leg
between his legs I roll onto half his body, chest to chest like this
afternoon, and then lay the side of my face on his shoulder, mumbling, "How
long can you keep flexing?"

Letting out his held breath I feel his stomach relax as he says, "That
long," and he squeezes me across my back pressing me against his
chest. Fuck, I know I'm encouraging him and I shouldn't be doing that, but
I like this a lot and hardly ever get a chance to be with anybody other
than Robby; since last year! I love Robby and everything about our intimate
times together but what's wrong with sharing someone else's body
occasionally? I mean if it's just harmless sexy fun.

Danny quietly says, "Let's not talk right now. Fifteen more minutes of
sleep is all I need." I nod my head on his shoulder. The problem is I'm not
sure doing this with Danny qualifies as harmless sexy fun. It's sexy fun
alright, but it's the other part I'm becoming concerned about. Man, I gotta
admit I'm more deeply involved with him than I ever expected to be. My fun
and games 'crush' on him all summer seemed harmless and even Robby thought
it was funny. The problem is Danny isn't interested in the 'harmless' part
and he's apparently not going to be deterred from making his case. He's
never been one, in my experience with him anyway, he's not really big on
taking 'no' for an answer.

I think he's sleeping again but it's hard to tell. Lightly scraping the
back of my fingernails across his stomach down near his belly button gets
no response so I guess he is sleeping. When he says he's going to
rest... BOOM, he's asleep just like that. And then I must have fallen
asleep again too because it 'feels' later somehow when I hear Danny coughs
and I open my eyes. He sits up, saying, "Holy shit, what a fucked up dream
I just had!" Checking my watch I see it's now four-forty-five. Yeah, I
guess I did fall asleep. I go, "What was your dream about?" He looks at me,
"Oh, you weren't in it, Dylan." He gets out of bed, saying, "I gotta
piss. Don't go anywhere." He steps into his pants and goes out the door
barefoot and shirtless.

Telling me I wasn't in the dream isn't exactly telling me what the dream
was about. I pull the pillow over, the only one on the bed, and hug it and
smell it while thinking I need to get out of this bed and get fucking
dressed, and I mean right now! Rob is so trusting. He didn't even ask what
Danny and I have been doing all afternoon. Goddammit, I need to show some
of my famous willpower and leave before Danny decides he's finally going to
do that lover's sex he's been talking about all afternoon. I squeeze my
buttocks muscles to see if my rectum is sore. It's not. Well, time-wise,
we've actually only been screwing for maybe ten minutes... tops! Quick
orgasms prevented anything longer and then after the first two, it was too
soon for a third orgasm.

Danny's back in less than five minutes and he takes three big steps and
goes airborne landing on the bed grabbing me and pulling my face against
his, murmuring, "I love you," and then he lets go of me and pulls off his
pants, saying, "Henry Fipps got a text from Specks..." I go, "What?" and
Danny's like, "Hey, I'll bet a text from him is on my phone too. He,
Specks, not Henry, isn't coming back tonight... so do you wanna spend the
night with me?" Is he delusional? I go, "Are you delusional, Danny? I live
with my boyfriend, Robert Dickers. He and I are true lovers and we have
been for years." Danny nods his head, "Yeah, I know. Can you spend the
night though? You can tell Rob something, um... your stomach is upset and
you don't want to get out of bed, or... ya know, tell him you're in Speck's
bed." I cannot fucking believe him... oh, haha, I see he's trying not to
laugh.

Flopping on my back, I go, "Ya got me there. One point for you." He grins,
"Ya can't stay the night? Is that what I'm hearing?" He gets his arms
around me again as he's kicking his legs under the cover, saying, "Can you
reach down and pull the covers the rest of the way up for me, baby?" I do
that, saying, "Don't call me baby." He goes, "Okay," and rolls on top of me
and then gives me a kiss that turns into one of his magical kisses. That
leads to more of them as he slides off me and gets us on our sides as I'm
kissing back. We do it for quite some time too. My hands are all over him
as he's rubbing his hands up the back of my head and lightly squeezing my
balls and then stroking my hard cock and then gently pushing my head back
so he can lick my neck and under my chin and then along my jaw and across
to my lips again for another long delicious slow kiss.

I'm a cloud floating on a gentle breeze allowing myself to absorb
everything that feels good. Danny's fingers are lightly rubbing all around
my hairless groin and under me, then he's squeezing my butt cheeks and then
a finger goes in my ass and he moves down the bed to kiss my belly with
little kisses leaving me paralyzed with shivers of pleasure as the finger
he has in my ass moves over my prostate until I'm shaking. I lie docilely
here, shaking, as he takes my hard cock in his mouth and sucks it and licks
it, my fingers play with his long hair and then my boner is out of his
mouth and he's licking my balls and then he moves one of my legs so he can
lick over my asshole and then he rims my ass with me moaning and not even
knowing where I am.

When he lifts one of my legs I automatically pull both back as he rustles
around getting on his knees and then his hard boner enters me slowly. He
fucks me slowly until I feel like we're floating again. It's a slow easy
fuck with Danny's hands rubbing up my stomach ever so lightly and then up
my sides and up the back of my legs, light feathery finger-rubs mixed in
unexpectedly with some harder rubbing but always the steady slow thrusting
of his boner, his hips moving slowly and lazily but with constant perfect
rhythm until I feel like crying at how good every part of me feels and then
in an instant it's on me. My climax snuck up on me and now it's a powder
keg and I feel I can't contain it another second. And then I can't as I
squeal with cum shooting straight up and then again and again with me
levitating off the bed, Danny coming with me. Not great quantities of spunk
but the intensity was insane and I'm shaking so much now Danny lays on top
of me and talks quietly, the words not registering but the sound is
soothing and then we're just lying here with me shaky still, but our bodies
seem to meld together and I totally relax with Danny doing more gentle
touching and quietly murmuring words of love that float around me like dust
moats in a ray of light.

Coming out of my almost hypnotized state of mind slowly, I need to take a
few deep breaths as my body calms down completely and I realize cum dropped
on my legs at some point. Danny's still lying on me, the side of our faces
together and now I recognize his scent as well as his steady breathing and
realize his cock is out of my ass. I have no idea when he climaxed but I
know he did because his cum is drooling out of my ass again and pooling
under my buttocks.

His arm is partially around my head, his hand on my flattop haircut. I'm
surprised to find my arms are around his back. Finally, he asks, "Am I too
heavy for you, baby?" We're sticky with sweat and semen but I don't detect
the beginnings of BO on either of us, so that's good. I murmur, "Oh man,
Danny. That was, um, not something we should be doing. I don't think it's,
um... well, no, that's not what I mean, um..." and he goes, "Shhh," and we
lay here like this for another minute before I say, "Yes, you are too
heavy," and, as he slides off with his sloppy cock dragging across my right
thigh. I take another deep breath and then sigh, but don't say what I'm
thinking, which is ... that was fabulous!

Danny says, "Well, I'm gonna take a shower now. I'm having dinner with a
couple of guys at the dining hall in half an hour. Roast beef tonight." I
don't say anything and he grins, saying, "And, no, you can't take a shower
with me." I say too loudly, "I know that!' and then quieter, I add, "I
don't wanna take a shower in a fucking communal shower anyway. I've got a
private shower at the apartment."

He rubs my head smiling at me and then sits up chuckling and saying, "Don't
get mad at me just because you let yourself enjoy our lover's sex." He's
off the bed now looking through a pile of dirty clothes until he holds up a
towel, saying, "This was only used once... so don't think I'm a slob." He
drapes the towel over the back of the desk chair and comes over to sit on
the bed with his hand on my shoulder, saying, "And, we are not going to let
this wonderful day end with us being grumpy to one another. If I wanted to
press the issue I could have stayed in bed and cuddled with you and you
would have liked it, right?" I don't say or do anything so he adds,
"Instead, I respected that you might feel you let yourself go too far so I
got out of bed. I didn't want to but I did it for you."

Getting off the bed again, he starts putting various toilet articles in a
plastic Ziploc bag looking at me every two seconds until I mutter, "Thank
you for that. For not cuddling, I mean." He says, "You're welcome but we
can't wait three weeks until we have another afternoon like this. Well, we
won't need to wait three weeks anyway because you'll need a haircut in two
weeks. That's how to keep that haircut fresh, but you already know
that. I'm hoping we can somehow get together and have a sexy time this
coming week but even if that doesn't work out, you'll be here in two weeks
no matter what, right, baby." I nod, "Yeah, I guess, but stop calling me
baby." He goes, "Ya know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking I won't make all
of you six flattop boys wait for haircuts on a Saturday with the regular
haircut guys. I'll have my regular barbershop day for the other guys, but
you boys can come Sunday, just you six guys, and you'll go last after
everyone else has left. That's a good plan, haha, and I just fucking made
that up this second, baby. How do you like that?" I nod my head and he
goes, "Anyway, follow-up haircuts for flattops will only take ten minutes
each and then you and I can play sexily."

With a sigh, I get out of bed, asking, "How about a pair of underpants,
Danny?" He nods at an open drawer on his and Speck's shared bureau. I look
through the clothes coming up with boxer shorts. I hold them up and Danny
nods, mumbling, "Sure, put those on." I do that, then put on my socks and
pants. Picking up my shirt, Danny mutters, "Specks won't mind." I go,
"Huh?" and he chuckles, saying, "You've got Speck's underpants on." I go,
"You asshole! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He rubs my head, mumbling,
"I'm fucking kidding you again... jeez, baby! Lighten up, okay?"

I'm a little discombobulated because I let myself enjoy and participate in
our sex... sex that no one in their right mind would consider buddy
sex. Still, Danny did cut it off short of the cuddling that normally goes
on after lover's sex. Trying to sound friendly, I say, "I'm not grumpy and
today was awesome, Danny. I hope we can have some sexy buddy sex fun next
week too." He pats my shoulder, saying, "There ya go! Me too and we should
be able to. We probably will and then, ya know, baseball practice ends the
middle of October so we'll have even more opportunities then."

Pulling my shirt on over my head, I go, "I was serious earlier this
afternoon, Danny. You know, when I said you are the best buddy sex partner
I've ever had." That stretches the facts a little by ignoring the
Willie-factor but Danny's been a really good guy today. He hunches his
shoulders trying not to laugh and then he says, "No, seriously, baby, you
keep saying it's buddy sex and maybe you can convince yourself into
believing that's what we're doing, but I know better." I yell, "No, you
don't! We're the greatest buddy sex buddies at Merrimack College and
possibly the entire state of Massachusetts... that's what we are, and what
we're doing is awesomely great buddy sex." He comes over carrying the
Ziploc bag of toilet stuff, the used-once towel over his shoulder with
flip-flops on his feet. He kisses my lips, saying, "Sure. You know I love
you, baby. That's all I need right now, for you to know that. We'll get
together next week definitely," and with one final head rub, he points at
me as he's backing up toward the door, saying, "You and that fucking
perfect haircut are perfect together! Perfect!" and he's out the door.

Feeling my hair for no reason, I take a big exasperated deep breath and
look around the room. Jesus, will Danny change the sheets tonight, ya
think? Walking out of his room I see some guys at the other end of the hall
giggling and pouring a liquid that looks like Kool-Aid on someone's
head. They pay no attention to me but, fuck, I'm glad I never had to spend
a semester in a dormitory.

Going outside and then walking to the pickup I'm trying to decide how bad I
was. Not really bad! Um, not bad but maybe less than good. Ya know,
because, what'd I do that was so bad? I couldn't just jump out of bed when
Danny was doing all those awesomely intimate things to me. Christ! I'm
human and, anyway, everything would be peachy-fine except Danny wants it to
be more than that.

Dammit though, I really don't want to put a damper on memories of this
afternoon by over analyzing this as I do with everything. Yes, of course, I
should have left when I first thought of it, and I would have except Danny
came back too quickly. He doesn't ever come back from anywhere that
quickly. Caught me off guard is all. If I had left I'd have missed out on
that amazing climax though. Holy shit that was something... and the buildup
was pretty spectacular too. Who woulda thought Danny was so, um, what? Was
that romantic? It was a basic, sort of first level kind of lover's sex I
gotta admit that. Okay, it was actually quite a step above first level I
suppose. BUT, a one-sided sort of lover's sex because I didn't do very
much. Well, yeah, I participated when appropriate but what was I supposed
to do make Danny look like an ass by me being a cold fish? No, we're fine
and that was fine too. Jeez, Robby even encouraged Danny and me to be buddy
sex buddies last summer. Yeah, he sort of encouraged it by not discouraging
it...

Driving off campus I'm looking forward to the sanctuary of our apartment
where I'll curl up in a ball. No, I won't do that! Driving up to the first
row of parking spaces and, of course, they're all occupied! It's close to
dinner time on a Sunday night so everyone is home. Parking near the back
I'm muttering under my breath walking to the apartment building. Tomorrow
Robby will see where I parked and assume I didn't check the close
spots. Jesus, life blows sometimes.

In the apartment, it hits me that while Robby and I worked our asses off
cleaning this place, it still doesn't look totally put back together yet. I
drink a whole bottle of water, all sixteen ounces realizing I'm
hungry. First things first though. In the bathroom, I take a long piss and
then drop my clothes on the floor and get the shower water flowing. When
it's nice and hot I get under it and just let the water flow over me
without thinking about anything... except I can't do that. I'm thinking how
great the sex was this afternoon. We had that awesome kinda rough
extemporaneous sex that Danny was a little dominant with. He only smacked
my ass like two or three times this afternoon though, and I know why. It's
because I yelled at him for overdoing the spanking last time. He could have
done more than he did today though, but he was obviously hesitant to do
that.

Oh man, both of those early hard and fast fucks were great and even the
third half-a-fuck felt damn good too. His lover's sex or what he calls
lover's sex was off the fucking charts. I guess I need to admit
that. Really outstanding actually. Danny knows how to make a guy feel
special. He sure does for me anyway. Squeezing out some shampoo I rub it in
my hair and remember Danny gave me the same flattop he does for Carl and
Pony. How'd I come around to being okay with that? I don't know... maybe
because I don't think it's important. Well, actually, in the larger scheme
of things it isn't. Haha, it feels fucking good to shampoo this short hair!

Taking my time I bathe myself really well, enjoying doing it and afterward
I feel new and much more upbeat. I feel good which is exactly how the fuck
I should feel after this afternoon. How often do I even have buddy sex
anymore? It's not like I'm fucking around crazily like a teenager. God
forbid I should enjoy myself. I'm still wicked young, just not as young as
I used to be. Yeah, good talk, Dylan!

As I'm putting on clean comfy sweatpants and a top, I smile... hey, I'm
good. Everything is good... be happy, asshole. And I am. Sitting on the
sofa I check my text messages and there are nine of them. I don't feel like
responding to any of them though and that makes me grin to myself because I
had a rant with myself earlier about assholes who were too self-important
to respond to text messages. Haha, well most of these are basically 'thank
you' note texts for last night even if they are a bit insulting, ya know
for humor purposes. Like, 'thanks for last night but your meatballs
sucked'. That kind of thing. Well, what am I supposed to do, send 'you're
welcome' texts? Fuck that.

I spend ten minutes moving the furniture six inches this way and so forth
to satisfy my mind's eye of our apartment prior to last night. Then I try
rubbing out some stains on the carpet. If I can't get them out the
apartment complex assholes will try holding back money from our
deposit. Surprisingly I have some success but I fear it's
temporary. Nefarious stains sometimes look like you've got them out but
when they dry you see them again. Some things are only in this world to
bust your nuts. There's no other reason for them to exist except to bust
your balls... like mosquitoes. What good are mosquitoes, or stains?

While looking through my backpack to be sure I've got everything for
tomorrow I grin and nod my head... yes, Robby's conscientiousness is
working on me. It's rubbing off on me finally! Haha. I'm on the balcony
smoking my first cigarette of the day when Robby comes in the apartment. He
sees me and comes out on the balcony smelling of beer but with a sweet
special smile on his face. We kiss and both ask at the same time, "How ya
doing?"  Neither of us replies to that rhetorical inquiry though. Rob takes
my cigarette and drags off it, saying, "Good for you, Dylan," I go, "Huh?"
and he says, 'Your haircut! Damn, you look so young. I love how that
haircut looks on you! You know what it reminds me off... us when we were
kids."

Oh man, that makes me feel good, but I'm like, "Oh yeah? If you like it on
me why don't you get a flattop yourself? Danny will be happy to oblige
you." Robby says, "In the spring maybe I will. All the position players
want to do something as a team. Remember before the semester started I told
you there was a campaign by some ballplayers that all of us get buzz cuts
or Mohawks or some such shit like that?" I nod, "Yeah, I do remember that."
Rob takes another drag off my smoke and then hands the cigarette back to me
and says, with smoke exhaling as he talks, "Well, Danny's making an
impression on the guys with his barbering. I mean, he's really good and,
haha, Golden wasn't all that good. Anyway, three ballplayers already got a
flattop like yours, um, I saw one of them, Pete somebody, but not the other
two. Sophomores I think they are. Anyway, the guys were saying at the bar a
little while ago that we infielders and outfielders should get Danny's
flattops this spring before the baseball season begins. Bonding and all
that shit."

Well, I'll be damned. I go, "He's really going ape-shit with this barbering
hobby," and I tell Robby about Danny's theory of why he was so set on me
having a flattop haircut. The subconscious story. Robby makes a 'face'
saying, "Really? That's kinda far out there, don't ya think?" I tell him my
theory about our subconscious minds fucking with us and Robby just
laughs. See he doesn't get into things as deeply as I do. Robby likes to
keep things simple. He calls it... keeping things 'real'.

He goes, "Whatever his subconscious supposedly remembered, I agree with his
opinion you look hot with that ultra preppy haircut." I go, "Robert, this
was a preppy haircut way before you and I were born. It's an old style not
embraced by the youth of today. We only got those flattop haircuts when we
were seventeen because of my friend Willie who..." But Rob interrupts,
"Yeah, we were the Bobbsey twins that summer. Remember the college guys on
the lawn cutting crew calling us that?" I shrug, "Yeah, I do," and Robby
goes, "And now Danny's bringing it back in style, and I'm glad."

Well, he's gonna be disappointed if he thinks the ballplayers will be
getting this haircut from Danny next spring. The chances Danny will still
be doing haircuts next spring are slim and none. And, I'm not hearing
anything I wanna hear on this topic so I change the subject, "Hey, how'd
you get home, Robby? I would have come to get you." He shrugs, "Don't be
silly. I got a ride home with Cornbread. He had to leave early because, and
get this... he needs to do all his shit for tomorrow's classes. What a
jackass leaving it until Sunday night." I nod, and say, "Yeah, I was just
double checking our stuff in my backpack and we're good." He smiles, "Don't
shit me, babe?" I go, "Fuck you, I was going through my backpack ten
minutes ago." He grins, "What, looking for a pack of cigarettes, were you?"
I try not to, but snort out a laugh anyway, muttering, "Asshole."

Robby only had one slice of pizza at Rolf's 'cause it was microwave
pizza. So I cook us a chicken and mashed potato dinner with gravy and sweet
baby peas. We're actually developing a taste for some vegetables. Plenty of
butter and salt and pepper and some of them are actually good eats; not
great eats, but good. If you want to slide over into good eats that pass
for vegetables, well there are tomatoes which actually are a fruit, but
there's butternut squash, for example, with butter and lots of brown
sugar... not bad! Come up with things like that and you're eating
healthy... or close to it. Close enough for college guys anyway.

Later we watch Sunday night football lying together on the sofa and that
gets us in the mood to go to bed early where Rob could give lessons on how
to do lover's sex, and I mean he was 'on' for over half an hour. Omigod,
two climaxes... so, this goes in the record books as one of my top sexiest
days... ever!

to be continued...

       Donny Mumford   thinat20@yahoo.com    donnymumford@outlook.com

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