Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2014 11:47:45 -0400 From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 3 DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 3 by Donny Mumford Chubby isn't scheduled to register for his courses until later this afternoon, but he decides he'll tag along with me when I go for my eleven o'clock registration time. I'm gonna be forty-five minutes late as it is and the reason I'm late is because of Chubby. He convinced me all the students with a last name beginning with 'N', like mine, have the same registration time as me so it'd be smart to go later when the line should be shorter. Today we're not only registering for our courses, but also buying the corresponding textbooks, so this is never one of the more fun days at college. Robby registered earlier this morning and by now he's probably purchased his textbooks too and put this annoyance behind him. I can't wait to do the same. I drive us to Merrimack's campus and when we get there and we're out of the Jeep, Chubby says, "Ya know what, I'm not waiting until my afternoon assigned time. I'm going to hang with you in line when you register. I'll act like I'm a dumb shit and try to register now. Fuck waiting around until two o'clock when the 'R's' register. You know, I'll act stupid, like 'Oh, I didn't know. Nobody told me,' and stuff like that." I just give a shrug because he'll probably get away with it. Even though I'm forty-five minutes late there's still a line when we get there, but it's a much shorter line than the line I stood in last year. Chubby nods his head, mumbling, "What'd I tell ya?" This line is shorter than last year, but it's still gonna take some tedious waiting time, so we get in line rolling our eyes. Most of the students in line have the same resigned look on their faces we have. Everyone is kind of glum so there's not much talking or horsing around. Just our luck though, we have two students in front of us who are quite verbal. They're talking loudly, seemingly anxious to inform those of us around them how special they are. Basically they're a couple of misguided, pompous pseudo-intellectual asshole's. You run into this type at college from time to time. One of the self-appointed intellectuals is a tall, very thin girl with a big nose and dark hair pulled back into a bun. With her is a short guy with tiny, round, horn-rimmed glasses and greasy hair down to his shoulders. "Life is for the living," she says, "I've never been one to indulge in the past like others." He says, in a deep voice that doesn't go with his small, nerdy appearance, "So you're okay that he broke-up with you," and she's like, "Yes, loss is the price we pay for progress, as any intelligent person knows. Only as we leave things behind do we move forward." Horn-rimmed glasses digs a finger in his ear and then frowns at whatever it is he digs out of there. He gawks at it then wipes it on his corduroy pants. The girl watched him do that with an distasteful expression on her face. He looks up at her, and says, "Oh, I couldn't agree with you more! Absolutely, Beth Ann, moving into the 'new' is what life's all about. I'm glad you're able to be so positive, although I'm not surprised by that at all." She shrugs, muttering, "Life is neutral. We can choose to make it negative like the masses do," and she spreads her arms indicating those around her I assume, then she finishes with, "Or one can chose to be positive and forward thinking the way we are." Chubby monotones, "That's very insightful." She looks at him raising her eyebrows, exclaiming, "Yes, it is insightful, isn't it? I'm a poet and life is my subject." He mutters, "No shit?" Chubby turns to me and says, "A real life Olive Oil." Yeah, ya know, that's who she looks like... Popeye's Olive Oil. There are students behind us in line now so Chubby's obviously not the only one who feels that coming later to register is the way to go. Hell, maybe everyone has the same idea. Horn-rimmed glasses asks Olive Oil, "Was your ex-boyfriend as, um, as philosophical as you are?" She shakes her head, "No, he was greedy and self-serving and boring." "Huh," says the guy as he goes back to digging in his ear. She stares at him with another unpleasant expression on her face, then adds, "And he was sexually addicted and extremely concerned about what others thought." Chubby says, "A bad combination for a philosopher." They both turn around to look at Chubby this time. He gives them an exaggerated grin, and says, "We're all enjoying your conversation. Reminds me of being captive on a bus or train when the person in front of me is loudly talking on their cell phone." She says, "I'm happy you're enjoying our private conversation, and yes, it is a bad combination of personality traits for a philosopher to have." Horn-rim ask, "Was the breakup covert?" She smiles sadly and then dramatically says, "A life of quiet desperation, to borrow from Emerson." Chubby says, "I believe you're borrowing from Thoreau." She's exasperated, "Kindly mind your own business," and Chubby says, "That's what we're trying to do, but you won't shut up." Horn-rim says, "Let's get out of line and away from this rude person." She steps out of line, asking Chubby, "Are you drunk already like the typical suburban college student here." They huff off with the unanswered question hanging in the air... what are they doing in this beneath-them suburban college with all us dunces? As they walk away, a couple of guys behind us clap and pat Chubby on the back. That unfortunately turns out to be the most interesting thing that happens during the hour we wait in line. When it's finally my turn the admin person appears to be just as fed-up with this process as we are. She asks, "Name?," so I give her my name and Chubby adds, "And Jeffrey Romero too, if you don't mind. I like your blouse, by the way, the epaulettes are cool." She glances at her shoulder, then at Chubby, and says, "Did you say 'Romero' or Camero?" He goes, "It's Romero, Jeffrey Romero." She's like, "What? The 'R's' and 'S's' register this afternoon." He looks perplexed, muttering, "Really? No one told me. Gee, and the coach wants all us hockey players to meet at the rink at two o'clock this afternoon." She takes an exasperated deep breath, then asks, "Why is it that you jocks expect special treatment?" Chubby looks properly chastised, and says, "Please, so I don't get in trouble." She takes another deep breath, then get up, muttering, "You're just holding up those behind you," but she goes over and sorts though the computer printouts for this afternoon registration and comes back with the one for last names beginning with 'R'. Chubby says, "You're very kind. If you don't mind me saying so, you remind me of my sainted mother who passed away recently." She mumbles, "Don't overdo it," and twenty minutes later we're both registered for the classes we want, and with very little argument or guidance from her. Like us, she just wants to make it through this day. "Lets see who's around," Chubby says, putting this matter behind him. Butting in and holding up the line doesn't get the pats on the back Chubby got earlier for harassing Olive Oil. There's a line at the College bookstore too. Merrimack doesn't have a huge bookstore so it's a bit of a log jam. Those students who are on their 'A' game have already ordered text books online and bypassed this hassle of the bookstore experience. Those of us who weren't sure of our courses until the last minute are resigned to dealing with the bookstore, and of course it's busiest at the beginning of each semester. In the bookstore there are textbooks for sale naturally, but also it's like a souvenir boutique selling baseball hats, sweatshirts, and anything they can think of to slap the college logo on. Students coming out of the bookstore are carrying Merrimack gear with the big blue and gold MC logo, the hockey logo or some others. They're carrying textbooks too of course. Chubby strikes up a conversation with two girls in front of us in line as I spot Robby coming out of the store talking with two guys. I don't know the names of the guys he's talking to, but I know they're on the baseball team. I call to Robby and he comes over all smiles, saying, "Well that was a rush." Meaning the bookstore experience. He adds, "You'll know you're back at college for sure by the time you leave the bookstore. Jesus, what a bunch of animals!" I ask, "Where ya going now?" He says, "To the quad with a couple of guys from the team." I tell him, "I'll meet you there when I get my textbooks. How come you're just getting your books now? You were here early this morning." He shrugs, "The line was long earlier so I hung out with these guys hoping the line would be shorter later in the morning. Dumb! It was just like the line you're in, it's been this way all day. See you at the quad." I nod, smiling at him. He looks so cute I could lick him. Robby even has a little swagger in his walk oozing confidence. He's so cool. Behind me I hear a kid speaking with a distinct British accent. Looking back I see the kid, who's about my size with a real cute face. He's the one with the accent. Hmmm, I'll check him out the first chance I get. Chubby says, "Dylan, this is Debby and her friend Beth, they think you're cute." I blush, mumbling, "Oh, um, thanks," and try joining their conversation although I'd rather be talking to the British lad. Fortunately it's almost impossible for me to get a word in edgewise with these two chatterbox girls. That's fortunate for me because I can't think of anything to say anyway. The line's moving fairly quickly and I'm grateful for that because the nonsense the girls are spouting out is boring me to tears. Chubby, me, and the two girls split up inside the bookstore and I go right to the help desk to wait my turn for directions to the textbook sections I need. The staff is helpful and friendly, many of them are students working here part time. As far as I'm concerned, working at Stop & Shop is less hectic than working here. It takes me ten minutes of bumping into the other students who clog the aisles to get my textbooks and then I check out the Merrimack gear. After looking at a lot of stuff I settle on a Merrimack baseball cap like the players wear, and a gray hoody sweatshirt with the college logo on the front. Cool guys look so cute wearing a hoodie with the hood up, outlining their face. Next is the stationary section where I pick up pens and tablets for note taking. If I was smart I would have got this stuff at Staples and paid less for it, but since I'm not smart I buy the stuff here. College bookstores are a necessary evil so I make the best of it by constantly looking for eye candy in the form of cute guys, but see very little of that. I endure another line and then pay for all my purchases with my debit card. I'm outside a half hour after entering the bookstore congratulating myself on surviving this morning's ordeal. Today is one of the most tedious days of the year, and now it's behind me. Lighting a cigarette I sit on a bench next to the Bank Of America ATM which is outside the bookstore and wait for Chubby. Ten minutes later he appears without the girls. We high five each other for having accomplished what we set out to do. Chubby says, "I'm hungry, where do you want to have lunch?" I tell him Robby's waiting for us at the quad, so we wonder over there sharing a cigarette. Robby's sitting outside the quad with the same two teammates he was with at the bookstore. Everyone gets introduced by first names only, followed by lack luster fist bumps. A short stocky kid nicknamed Tubs, who's one of the catchers on the team, says to me, "Your brother says you're taking the marketing course. I took it last year. Have you ever played 'bullshit bingo' in class?" I go, "I don't think so, how's it go?" He says, "Well, first off, the marketing course is taught by a pretentious professor who worked for a management consulting firm, so this is a good course for bullshit bingo. What you do is, before class you and a couple of your friends write down whatever management-nonsense words you'd expect to hear from a business consultant. You know, words and phrases like 'out-of-the-box', 'synergy', 'content streamlining', 'cash cow', and shit like that. Then you listen to the lecture and every word or phrase you hear that's on your list you'll put a check mark next to it. The first one who gets five check marks in a row yells out, 'Bullshit bingo!' and they win." I say, "I probably won't do that." Two other baseball player joins us and now the teammates do a fast hug and pat on the back with the new guys. As they're doing that Chubby points at someone, and says to me, "There's Johnny Beverly. I gotta ask him something about that bimbo he introduced me to last night. Catch ya later, bro." He goes off as one of the new guys, named Mellon, asks, "Hey, Tubs, are you still getting those broners you were getting last year?" I ask, "What's a broner?" He goes, "A broner is a boner some straight dudes spring in their pants while messing around with their buds. No chicks involved." Fuck, I get those all the time. I didn't know they were called broners though, but of course mine probably don't count because I'm gay. I don't share this information with the group although Robby and I exchange smirks... broners, that's a good one. A tall kid, who's the starting first baseman, asks his teammates, "Did Nelso email any of you guys that picture of himself when he was at the coach's baseball camp this summer?" Mellon says, "Nelso is such a selfie," which I know means a guy who's always taking pictures of himself and emailing them to his friends. Usually you see the person's arms holding his cell phone away from him while he's taking a picture of himself. No one else received the picture so Robby asks the first baseman, "You and Nelso got something going we don't know about?" The tall kid, mutters, "Get the fuck outta here, Rob, no fucking way." Mellon says, "Nelso's got swag all the way too, and it's so not cool." I know what that word means too. Swag is a guy who wears his pants under his ass and his hat brim to the side. Like the guy said, that's not cool. The urban dictionary says 'swag is the most used word in the fucking universe', to quote them. I disagree, I don't think it is. I think 'fuck' is the most used word. Anyway, this is what the urban dictionary says about the word 'swag': 'douche bags use the word, your kids use it, mailmen use it, and your fucking dog uses it. If you got swag, you generally wear those shitty hats side ways, with your ass hanging out like you're a fucking goof because your pants are half way down your white ass legs.' To break the word down, the urban dictionary claims, 'if you got swag it means you're secretly gay and you have a small penis.' It's something like that. I'll say this much, the urban dictionary is good for some laughs when you're killin' time on your computer or smart phone. The first baseman talks about one of their teammates who's an habitual failtroll. According to the urban dictionary that's someone who tweets out totally unfunny and pointless shit that gets no replies. Even the simplest, uncool trolling gets three or four replies. Mellon explains, "If you don't know, trolling is when someone post a deliberately provocative message with the intention of causing maximum disruption or argument." A kid called Boo, asks the tall first baseman, "Is there a bromance brewing between you and Nelso? You're always together, dude." A bromanse is the non-sexual love between friends. The first baseman gives him the finger, saying, "No way, he's a beardo." That means he's a weirdo with a beard. Robby laughs and finally says, "Jesus, I can't take anymore of this shit, it's giving me a headache. I'm gonna grab some lunch, and I don't care what the urban dictionary calls that." He and I head for his pickup. The other baseball players are dormitory residents so they're eligible to eat in the dining hall. Robby and I decide to get something at Burger King. On the way to Robby's pickup truck we compare notes about our registering and bookstore experiences. They're almost identical. Robby gets a kick out of Chubby butting in line registering way before he should have. He says, "Chubby can get away with that kind of thing." I say, "Yeah, but I couldn't," and Robby mutters, "Hell, I wouldn't even try it." Speaking of Chubby, we run into him on the way to the pickup and he joins us. "I'm starving guys, where we going?" I tell Chubby, "We're thinking Burger King," and he's like, "That's cool." Then he tells us he was walking through the quad when he sees two guys playing scrabble. One of the guys says to the guy he's playing with, "Oh man, get this word. There's some points here for me for sure, and it's on a double score no less." He calls out each letter as he puts them on the board, "O-B-L-I-Q-U-E." His playing partner says, "No Spanish words allowed," and he pronounces the word, "O-BLI-KAY, that's Spanish." Chubby laughs, telling us the other guy says, "How the fuck did you get in college? It's oblique. It means 'not straight forward, indirect, devious,' like that." The other guy goes, "Fuck you, I'm not an English major. What's the score for that?" "A mere 36 points, that's all." I tell Robby about Chubby dissing the two pretentious nerds in line while we waited to register. Funny shit happens at college. You encounter all kinds of kids from the serious to those like Harry Black who don't give a fuck about anything. He made his GPA to get into his sophomore year somehow though, so I gotta hand it to him. At Burger King, with a straight face, Chubby orders the spaghetti platter special. The kid at the register blinks his eyes real fast, then says, "This is Burger King," and Chubby says, "Oh, let me have an Italian sub then." The kid's been around the block a few times, this isn't his first rodeo, so he ignores Chubby and looks past him to me, asking, "Can I help you?" I say, "Big Whopper with a large fries and a Coke." As the kid rings that up on the register, Chubby says, "Hey, what about me?" The kid ignores him again as I pay for my food, then Chubby says, "Okay I'll be good. I'll have a hot dog, no I'm only kidding, give me the same thing he got, this is my first time in a Burger King, so I didn't know." Sometimes Chubby isn't as funny as he thinks he is. On the other hand fast food employees aren't always Mensa candidates either. The last time I was at the drive-thru window at a McDonalds the girl wanted to know if it's for here or to go? So, ya know. After lunch we hang out at the apartment sipping on beers and generally chilling-out. Tomorrow there are a couple of orientation meetings that we have to attend. While us sophomores are doing that the junior class registers. Wednesday we'll meet with our professors briefly while the seniors register, and then classes begin for real on Thursday. So a couple of lazy days for us before the shit hits the fan. Chubby's meeting his date at six o'clock so he starts getting ready for that around five. Robby says to me, "Give your twin a call and see what he's up to." Ryan answers his cell phone, "Dylan, what a shitty day, huh? I just finished registering. I'm at the bookstore now." I think it's smart of Ryan not to mention last night because what if Robby was using my cell phone. Ryan's caller ID would show my name, not that we did anything wrong last night but none of us wants to rub the other's face in the sex we have within the threesome. I certainly don't want to hear about whatever Ryan and Robby do. It's not going to be like last spring when Robby had Ryan describe Ryan's and my sex, basically the way Ryan fucked me dominantly. That's one of the mistakes we're correcting this time around. Ryan says, "I don't have my car yet as you know, can you guys pick me up?" I say, "I don't see why not, let me ask Rob." Robby says, "Ask me what?" I go, "Can we pick Ryan up at the bookstore in a little while?" Robby goes, "Of course we can, ya nut. You don't have to ask me that." I tell Ryan to call when he's done at the bookstore. Robby's sitting on the sofa looking sexy as hell. He confidently says, "Come over here, Dylan, and sit with me." Feeling frisky, I sit on his lap facing him like I did with Ryan last night, a leg on either side of him. He grins at me and I say, "When I saw you at the bookstore this afternoon you looked so cute I wanted to lick you." He grins, "Go ahead," so I lick his lips, grinning back at him. I don't know what it is exactly, but ever since Robby proposed to me and I accepted he's had this calm confident air about him and I find him totally irresistible. He puts his hand behind my head and we have a sweet lover's kiss. My arms go around his neck and I rub my nose against his, then kiss him. Even though I'm not going to go into details about last night I feel compelled to be forthcoming with Robby. This is an offshoot of the talks we've had recently, the talks Robby had with me after his marriage proposal thingie. I clear my throat, and say, "Um, I wanna tell you something. I didn't expect it, but we had sex last night, Ryan and me. I need to be honest with you, Robby, because you deserve it. That's the respect I have for you." He frowns, "Sex with Ryan, really? I'm glad you're being honest about it, but no need for details. Um, I thought you two weren't hitting it off." I go, "Yeah, I didn't think Ryan was interested in me anymore, but I guess I was wrong, or he changed his mind. Are you mad?" He says, "I'm jealous, but I expect to be jealous. Actually I'm kinda used to it by now. But no, I'm not especially mad. Surprised maybe, but not mad. It's like I know who your true love is, Dylan, and it's me." I say, "Yeah, that's for sure, and when I'm with you I can't imagine being with anyone else, and then, you know, something happens." He says, "Yes, I know what you mean. Have you given any thought to what we talked about a couple of days ago?" I go, "Of course, and I'm gonna try to make a conscious effort to cut back on side sex little by little until it's just you that I have sex with." He smiles, "I hope you're successful, but I'm not perfect either. I sort of reconnected with someone on the baseball team yesterday. I didn't expect to, but you know how it goes." I go, "Oh yeah? Who'd you reconnect with?" He says, "Oh, some guy I messed around with a little last year. We haven't done anything yet this year, but we probably will eventually. I'm like you in that regard, when it's you and me I can't imagine why I'd do it with anyone else; then, like you said, something happens. I was doing good at the end of last summer and then there he was, this kid." I ask, "Who is it?" He says, "No, I don't want to 'out' him. It doesn't matter who it is anyway, just so you know that I might be straying a little myself. I have a ways to go too, but we've got time to grow up in that regard. That's assuming we can deal with the jealousy along the way. You know, if you didn't mention doing it with Ryan, I don't know if I'd have been as honest with you as you just were with me, but I'm going to try to be honest all the time. I certainly don't want to be a hypocrite by pretending to be pure in that regard. I may have misled you a few times in the past, but no more. And, hell, I was getting good at almost eliminating side sex by the end of last summer, and that's the truth! It's good to know it can be done. But, like you, I need to be honest with myself as well as with you and admit I don't think I'm totally ready to be celibate. It's like we're both very sexual guys and I don't know exactly why that is, it just is." I say, "It's a drop of some chemical in our brains maybe. A drop we have that not everyone else has." Huh, so there's someone on the team he's doing it with, plus Ryan. Now I'm jealous too, so we're even, I think. I'm gonna be watching closely to see if I can pick out the guy on the team he's talking about. I wonder if Ryan knows? Running my fingers through Robby's hair, I mutter, "Thanks for being honest about it, but it makes me jealous to know you're seeing someone in addition to Ryan." He says, "We'll get there, Dylan, and it'll be that much more special considering the road we traveled getting there. It's two years before we get married, so we have time." I mumble, "Time to sow our wild oats." He chuckles, "Yeah, our wild oats. I wonder what the hell that meant originally?" I say, "We could Google it," and Robby says, "I'd rather do this," and we get into a hot sexy make-out. I love rubbing my face against his, smelling him and tasting him. It's my favorite thing to do this side of pure sex with Robby. Licking his tongue and sucking his lips with our noses rubbing together and him hugging around my back holding our bodies together. My arms are around his neck holding our faces together and my boner is soon poking out the front of my boxer shorts as Robby's hard cock pokes my leg. We're quietly moaning, my eyes are closed and it's so special and so sexy. After about five minutes of our hot make-out, Robby breaks the kiss, gasping, then he says, "Get your pants down," just like Ryan said it last night, with bossy confidence, but in a nice way too. I hear Chubby turn the shower on in his bathroom, so we have time. I stand up and drop my drawers, then my underwear as Robby's pulling down his zipper getting his hard fat cock out into the air. Facing him I get my arms around his neck, again with my knees on the sofa on either side of him. Ryan at times gets me sexually hotter than anyone, but sex with Robby is still by far my favorite sex because we're in love and the sex seems much more meaningful when true love is involved. He gasps again while we stare into each other's eyes. Then Robby says, "Lift your rear end a little." I do that and he holds his boner straight up, holding it with his finger and thumb. With my hands on his shoulders, steadying myself, I lower my ass hitting the wet head of his cock with my left butt cheek. He slides it across my cheek to my asshole and I drop my ass a half inch more being impaled slightly by the heads of his cock. Robby looks intent, nods his head that I should drop down some more. I do that very slowly and the lips of my anus spread, spread, spread until the fat, wet head of his cock pops past my sphincter and my forehead drops to rest against Robby's forehead with me going, "Mmmm, oooh, Robby." "Take some more of it, baby," so I sit down a little more and his boner goes inside me another inch, then another and another until I'm sitting on his thighs moaning with my forehead now on his shoulder and my arms hugging around the back of his neck. He grunts, "It feels so good, Dylan, mmmm." I mutter, "Tight, give me a second," and he rubs my back, "Sure, take your time." My ass adjust quickly and I raise up on my knees as his boner slides out tantalizing my prostate. Then I sit back down with both of us going, "Ahhhh, ummm." I kiss Robby and his tongue goes in my mouth. What could be better than Robby's cock in my ass and his delicious tongue in my mouth. Squirming on his lap with his boner rubbing against my prostate I slurp on his lips and move my tongue against his tongue and almost have a orgasm. "Ooooh, umm, umm," breathing through my nose quickly and pulling my mouth away, I murmur, "Almost lost my load right there, I love you so much," and we kiss and suck on each others lips some more. Getting my urge to climax under control, I lift up while sucking air in noisily between my teeth because it feels so good. My shoulders are doing their usual shuddering as Robby swallows loudly. This time as I sit back down, he humps his hips up and we begin fucking with both of us moaning each time I go up on my knees and then sit back down. Hugging around his neck, the side of my face against the side of his we get a rhythm going and keep it up for four or five minutes. My rectum is constantly signaling sensations of sexual pleasure while my hard six inch boner bobs stiffly between us, bumping Robby's stomach each time I sit down on his cock. Robby goes, "Oooh, God, this feels good." He lifts my shirt to my armpits, I raise my arms and he pulls the shirt over my head and drops it. Then his shirt comes over his head as I gasp, sitting flush on his thighs. Robby goes, "Oh, you're wearing the nip ring again." Sitting on his thighs, his cock up my ass, I mutter, "Um, it's Ryan's. He had both nipples pierced and we thought, being we're your twin boyfriends we should both have a nip ring." He chuckles, then mutters, "I hope you two don't think I'm getting one. It would be too unprofessional and dad wouldn't go for it at all." I can feel his cock growing fatter inside me. I say, "Nah, we don't expect you to get one, Rob." With both our shirt's off, our naked torsos come together feeling wonderful and sexy. His scent is in my head and the muscles of his chest against mine feels hot. I lick the side of his face making a pathetic whining sound of deep sexual arousals. He rubs my shoulders feeling Ryan's hickey, but doesn't comment on it. Damn, I wish Ryan hadn't done that. We get the rhythm back with me lifting off his throbbing boner and him humping up as I sit down. I love this way to fuck because I almost feel like we're one individual fucking each other simultaneously. There is lots of bodily contact as we slide against one another tightly while his cock is constantly sliding tightly in my ass. It's beautiful! Our moans and groans accompany the wet slurping sound of his cock moving in my ass and the subtle sound of my buttocks bouncing off his thighs. Subtle because his shorts blunt the sound. We're in our own private world of sexual pleasure and it's the only thing on my mind. Being fucked by Robby and participating in it equally with him is the highest form of sexual pleasure I know of, but it doesn't last long enough, that's the only thing wrong with it. I feel my orgasm overtake my senses and I can't help picking-up the pace which screws up the rhythm, but it feels way too good so I can't slow down and then a long squeal from me as cum pumps out of my cock between us getting all over both our chests and stomachs. I'm recklessly hopping up and down on his boner now as sizzling sensations cover my body. I moan and shoot more cum on us and then more with me feeling faint. Robby buries his face in my shoulder and does a whine of his own as my ass gets sloppy and warm with his creamy spunk shooting inside me. His cum drools our of my ass even as he's shooting more against the walls of my rectum. I'm limp on his lap now as Robby continues humping against my ass and then he's limp against me too. We're like this for a minute then tightly hug each other hard and I do some more lifting and sitting back with cum on my buttocks now from the cum splatters on Robby's lap. A minute of doing that slowly with both of us moaning quietly and then we're both still with Robby rubbing his hands all around my back and me rubbing my nose against his shoulder loving the way he smells. Finally Robby quietly says, "We're all messy, Dylan." I mutter, "I like getting messy with you, boss." He chuckles, "I'm not your boss now, the summer job is done." I go, "Yeah, but I miss you being my boss. Boss me around a little, tell me to do something. I like that." He says, "You're really something, Dylan. Most people don't like being bossed around." I say, "Too bad for them, I like it when you're my boss," and I kiss him, then ask, "Do you want me to suck your dick?" He says, "I don't feel right asking you to do that after I fucked you, and anyway Chubby just turned off the shower. He'll be coming out soon." I say, "Okay, next time, alright?" He chuckles, "If you want to, it'd be cool, yeah. Lets get cleaned up before Chubby comes out of the bedroom." I go, "No, I'm staying just like this for an hour." He goes, "Hey, you want me to boss you around, but you refuse to do what I bossed you about. What's up with that?" He said that jokingly. I go, "Oh, yeah, my bad," and I slowly pull up off his cock as I suck in air past my teeth making a, "Sizzzs" sound. His cock flops free of my ass and I stand up, and say, "Lead me into our bedroom by my cock, like it's a leash." He laughs, "Nope, I'm not doing that. Come on," and he picks up our shirts and puts his arm across my shoulder giving me a hug, murmuring, "I love you more every day." Chuckling, I go, "Oh man, look at your shorts, there's spunk all over your lap. You should have taken your pants off." Inside our bedroom he says, "I was too anxious to get my dick up your ass to worry about messing-up my shorts." We get cleaned up and Robby puts on clean shorts. We're having a cigarette on the balcony when Chubby comes out of his bedroom all shiny clean and looking cute and cool in equal portions. I get jealous of Judy, his date tonight, because she might get to be intimate with my brother. Anytime I see a cute guy with a girl I wonder if she knows how lucky she is. Chubby steps out on the balcony to say, "Well I'm off to pick up Judy." I ask, "Aren't you nervous on first dates?" He says, "Nope, I like them. On first dates you can tell all kinds of fibs without fear of contradicting something you said on an earlier date. By the time I've gone out with someone as long as I've been seeing MJ, for example, I can hardly tell any lies at all." Robby asks, "Are you getting serious about Mary Jo yet?" Chubby shrugs, "Nah, I like her okay, but it's not close to love from my point of view. I'll never fall in love." He points at us, "You two are lucky!" We both say, "We know," then look at each other grinning. Chubby says, "Oh God! That's what people in love do, huh? Stare goofily at each other. Maybe love isn't for me." I say, "You love me don'cha?" He says, "Definitely, bro. And I'm happy for you too." I get up, "Give me a kiss," and he kisses my lips quickly, then waves at us, "I gotta get going, don't do anything I wouldn't do." When he's out the front door, Robby murmurs, "I miss Dodger," and we talk about him until my cell phone rings. It's Ryan, who says, "Well, I somehow survived the bookstore, just barely. A fight broke out in the science textbook section. Two guys I don't know, but they were really swinging their fists." I go, "Did you get involved?" He's like, "Hell no. Can you guys pick me up?" I say, "We'll be right over," and tell Robby about the fight as we're locking the front door of our apartment. We go downstairs and out the front door of the building to the parking lot. Robby naturally got a parking spot in the front row next to the handicap parking spots. "This is where you need to park, Dylan, not three parking lots over." I mumble, "Tell me about it." During the short drive to the campus we talk about the unexpected sex we had a little while ago. "I love spur of the moment sex, Robby. Especially when you initiate it. It makes me feel desired, ya know?" He goes, "You're desired plenty, baby. Maybe too much. No, not maybe, definitely too much." I ask, "What's that mean?" He goes, "It's a compliment." I go, "Oh, thanks." It wasn't really a compliment though, a backhanded compliment at best, but to me it sounded more like a complaint. That damn hickey! I felt like he somehow is blaming me for other guys being attracted to me. I ask, "Do you feel that I look for side sex partners?" He thinks for a second, then looks at me, saying, "I hope not. You don't, do you?" I go, "Not intentionally, no, hardly ever." Robby pats my leg smiling at me, "We're fine, Dylan, I didn't mean anything by it." We see Ryan by the ATM machine, which is redundant to come to think about it. The 'M' in 'ATM' stands for machine. Huh! Ryan jogs over to our car grinning. I move over and he gets in putting his bag of books in the back, then leans past me and gives Robby a kiss on the lips. I look at him and he gives me a quick kiss on the lips too with his whiskers tickling my chin. God that's sexy! Staring at Ryan for a second I'm feeling desire again. What is it about him I find irresistible? And I just had awesome sex with my true lover too! Damn! I squeeze the back of Ryan's skinny neck and then pull on his ponytail playfully as Robby drives, asking, "What do you guys feel like doing?" Ryan goes, "Can we get dinner?" Robby goes, "Sure, we'll go to Stop & Shop and get something we can grill." Ryan and I both say, "Okay," then grin at each other and Ryan leans his side into mine. If I didn't just have an orgasm I know I'd be springing a boner right now. Ryan has this sexy scent, it's much different than Robby's ,but they're both very sexy. To me they are anyway. Ryan tells us about his day which went much like Chubby's, Robby's, and mine, except ours was minus the fist fight. I put my arm across Ryan's shoulders and hug him against me, asking Robby, "How's it feel having your twin boyfriends together again, Rob?" He looks at us, "Really good, actually. I missed Ryan as the summer wore on. He grows on you, don't you think?" I hug Ryan again, mumbling, "Yeah, I'd say so." Then I tell Ryan, "I told Rob about us messing around a little last night." Ryan leans his head over, asking, "Are you mad at us, Rob?" He says, "No, of course not, Ryan. Like I told Dylan, I'm jealous, but not mad. It's our threesome buddy-sex. Right?" We both say, "Yep, it's cool." Robby parks at Stop & Shop and twist around looking at Ryan and me, he looks for a couple seconds like he's contemplating something, then asks, "Are you guys up for a version of three-way sex play later tonight? Chubby's on a date so we have the apartment to ourselves." Ryan and I look at each other, he's pushing his glasses up his little nose as I say to him, "I am if you are," and Ryan says, "Sure, I'm definitely for that." Robby says, "I wasn't for three-ways last year, but we're more relaxed with everything this year and it just seems kinda hot to me. Good way to start the threesome back up." We get out of the pickup with Ryan and me showing excited expressions on our faces. Robby comes around the pickup and I ask, "What version of a three-way Rob? You said, 'A version of a three-way." He says, "We'll I'm the dom so I'll do it with both of you and maybe I'll have one of you do the other while I watch, or maybe we'll do a train." As we're walking to the store, he adds, "I want us to have fun with the sex part so our friendship part grows stronger, along with doing good with our studies of course. I'm trying, for the first time ever, to average a 'B' GPA this year. My dad wants to see some good grades from me finally." Going through the door to Stop & Shop I say, "We're already close to that GPA. We're like 'C+'." He goes, "Yeah, you're right, but I want to move up a step." Ryan says, "We're with you, Rob, aren't we Dylan?" I say, "Sure, a 'B' would be awesome," but what I don't add is, as long as it doesn't mean we need to get fanatical about it. We wanna party a little too, fer chrissakes. At the meat counter Robby mumbles, "I'm kinda feeling in the mood for steak on the grill, what do you guys say?" Ryan says, "You're the boss, Rob, steak is always good." Robby looks at me, "Dylan?" and I point at Ryan, "What he said." Robby goes, "You pick the steak, Dylan, you're the chef so you should choose the groceries. We'll be your sous chefs. Just tell us what to do." I chose a two pound New York strip steak with a lot of marbling. New York strip is another name for a top loin steak that I'll grill, let it rest, then slice it so we can all share. Robby might be able to eat a pound of steak, but I know Ryan and I can't. We get small bliss potatoes too, three each. I'll microwave them first and then put them on the grill with the steak. They get a little chard on the skin and become almost creamy inside. Split them open and eat with butter, salt and pepper. The skin on potatoes is tasty too. Keeping it simple, we'll finish off with a mixed salad. The bill at checkout comes to $21.90 which we split three ways. The cashier is a girl that flirts with first Robby, and then me. The bag boy is also a girl who doesn't flirt with anyone, and she doesn't say, 'Have a good one' either. That's what we're taught to say as Stop & Shop bag boys. Say it to every customer. Oh well, I settle for giving her a hard look, which she apparently couldn't care less about. Bag boys always say, 'Have a good one'. Stop & Shop is blowing it with these girls. I didn't noticed a single cute guys anywhere in the store, other than Robby and Ryan. I'd like to have seen Cory at least, but he got off at six o'clock and it's six thirty now. Walking out, Ryan says, "A steak dinner for seven bucks, ya can't beat that." I give his ass a little goose, muttering, "What do you care how much it costs? Daddy's picking up the bill, right?" He smirks, "Yep, ain't I the lucky one though!" Back in our apartment we open beers and I start fixing dinner. I get Robby to make the salad as Ryan cleans and then starts the grill. The potatoes are almost cooked through in the microwave, then I roll the hot things around in some olive oil, which makes me smiling thinking about Chubby calling that tall girl in line with her hair in a bun, Olive Oil. Sprinkling salt on the potatoes I take then out to the balcony on a plate and use tongs putting them on the grill, telling Ryan, "We'll give these a ten minute start before putting the steak on. How do you like your steak cooked?" He says, "Medium rare," and I go, "You're in luck 'cause that's how Rob and I like it... heh heh, that's the way it'll be grilled." Robby comes out, "The salad's in the refrigerator, Dylan. Do you want the steak now?" I mutter, "Ten minutes." We all smoke a cigarette while drinking our beers. Ryan chugs some beer, then mutters, "Next year we'll all be legal drinking age," and I say, "That's both a good thing and a bad thing. It'll be good being legal, but it'll mean we're a year older. I always favored Peter Pan's philosophy myself, the one about never growing up. On the other hand, being twenty is a tweener age. We're not teenagers and we're not legal age for clubs and bars, so twenty-one is definitely better." Robby says, "We're gonna make the best of being twenty years old," and I'm like, "You're the boss." He grins at that shaking his head slowly like he disagrees that he's the boss. The steak goes on the grill and I flip the potatoes, then drop the top on the grill to keep in the heat. It's almost five hundred degrees in there. After four minutes I turn the steak over and three minutes later use my instant meat thermometer to take the steak's temperature. It's 125 degrees and I want it around 135 to 140 so I close the lid and give it another minute. A minute later I take it out with tongs and put it on a platter, then get the potatoes and turn the burners off. Setting the platter on the lid of the grill keeping everything hot, I let the steak rest so the juices reabsorbed into the meat. If I cut it now all the juices will run out onto the platter and that's not what we're looking for. After we finish our cigarettes I take the steak platter off the lid and inside transfer the steak to a cutting board and slice it on a bias. It's rosy pink, juicy and perfect. Robby puts Italian dressing on the salad as Ryan gets the butter and we eat with a 'Walk The Moon' CD playing in the back ground. Robby eats the most, but we all have plenty to fill us up. After everything is eaten and the dishes have been put in the washing machine, Robby says, "Lets drive over to Tracy's and see if anything's going on." Robby drives his pickup with Ryan in the middle this time. Joking around, Ryan gets his arm across Robby's shoulders, and says, "It's great to have a nice boyfriend again. That animal I spent the summer with sucked!" and he kisses Robby's cheek. Robby says, "I'm driving Ryan!" so Ryan leans over to me and says the same thing. He looks so cute I'd like to put my tongue in his mouth. I say, "You should keep your ponytail, Ryan, it's cute on you." He says, "Whatever Rob decides, that's what I'm gonna do." Robby says, "We'll all have the same haircuts," and he made it sound final. That reminds me of Ray insisting on that same thing with us posse boys and then the grumbling among the posse boys that followed. Speaking of the posse boys, I hope they keep coming to me for haircuts 'cause I'm kinda fond of them, most of them anyhow. Giving them haircuts is the only time I'm likely to see them now that I'm back at college. At Tracy's there's indeed something going on. We can hear the music as we're parking. We go up the back steps to the big deck that's behind his apartment. There's music playing with guys and girls dancing, with the rest of the thirty-some kids drinking, smoking and talking loudly. It's a party, what a surprise for Tracy to throw a party. He comes over almost immediately to collect ten bucks from each of us. Tracy makes money every time he throws a party, but it's a good deal. It's easy to drink ten dollars worth of beer when you consider at a bar you'll pay at least four bucks a beer and at sporting events or concert the beers are eight to ten dollar apiece. There's Harry Black, a beer in each hand, mumbling incomprehensible nonsense with a smile on his lips. He's a happy drunk. Tracy loses money with him... he should charge Harry double. Harry's wearing a t-shirt with this on the front: 'I'm not a proctologist but I know an asshole when I see one'. A real fat girl, who's dancing with another heavy girl, is wearing a sweatshirt that has on the front, 'I BEAT ANOREXIA'. I'll say she did. We get plastic cups of beer and wander around seeing who we know. I see Rolly North with a couple of guys arguing about something. Rolly gives Robby and me a nod and a wave, but we stay away because we don't need to get into their argument. Jasper Jenkins is with his new roommate. They're against the railing smoking a joint. Jasper greets me like his long lost best buddy and introduces the three of us to his room mate, a big awkward looking dude name, Mike Menanski. Mike's got a lot of yellow hair, it's like straw. I wouldn't want to have to give him a haircut. I knew Jasper in high school but we never hung out together. Then, last year I got the impression he was coming on to me, but not being positive I pretended he wasn't. It's just as well. Jasper and Mike pass their joint around and we all take a tote to be friendly, but I don't care for weed. I don't even inhale it. I turn around pretending I'm holding the smoke in my lungs then blow it out, muttering, "That's good shit." We try talking with Jasper and Mike but they're a bit incoherent so we drift away as they're lighting a new joint. Ryan says in my ear, "I wish I could dance with you." I chuckle and mumble, "When did you learn to dance? Anyway, this crowd isn't ready for that I'm afraid." Robby's talking with some of his baseball teammates, but not the ones from this afternoon. That's a benefit of being on a team or joining a fraternity, you get to know a lot of different guys. I'm not the joining type although that's what I thought before becoming a posse boy for the summer. Even so, I don't want to join a fraternity. I'm glad to go to their parties though. Jarod Mellincamp comes up behind me and asks, "Can I have this dance?" We laugh and bump fist, then do a one arm hug. He asks, "When's a good time to get that free haircut you mentioned? I say, "Any time. Just call me when you're free," and then I introduce Ryan to Jarod, and Jarod asks, "Are you gay too?" Ryan says, "Yeah, I am," and he puts his arm around my waist. Jarod laughs again, mumbling, "I don't know whether to believe you or not." We talk about what Jarod and I mostly have in common, which is our fight. Jarod claims I kicked his ass and before I can dispute that a girl comes over and Jarod says, "Oh, look who I met tonight." He asks her, "Everything okay?" and she says, "Yeah, what do you think? I just had a nice pee." Jarod introduces the average looking girl to us and she turns out to be very nice and easy to talk to. Her name's Diana something that I didn't catch, but she has a nice smile and she laughs easily too. After a few minutes they go off to dance and we go over to join Ears Henderson, who's with, who else, Scott Tinsdale. They're Pete and Repeat, where one is... so is the other, but they're not gay. They've got a bromance going on. Robby joins us and along comes Harry Black and his roommate for two years running, Travis Hunter. We get laughing about stuff from our freshman year and before I know it it's eleven o'clock and I've had six beers. Robby gives me a head nod and we drift over towards the steps. At the bottom of the steps we look back and see Ryan running down the steps behind us, saying, "Don't leave me behind, guys." Robby and I both put our arm around Ryan's waist as Robby says, "No way, Ryan. You're coming with us." We're heading back to the apartment now for that three-way sex party. Oh boy! Once we got the registration behind us it turned out to be a pretty damn good first full day of our Sophomore year, and it's not over yet. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expenses of maintaining this free story site. Thanks!