Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2015 10:36:29 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR   Chapter  72

DYLAN'S  SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  72


by  Donny Mumford



Sensing Connor getting  emotional I keep our 'goodnight' wishes short and
sweet. He goes into his room  and I walk down the hallway to my room thinking
that an overly emotional end  to this night is not what either of us needs,
not after the wonderful time we  had together. And then, for the second
night in a row I walk into an empty  hotel room. The boys are apparently still
partying. I guess Chubby got his  wish for a memorable last night in Fort
Lauderdale after all. Those guys are  going to be hurting tomorrow morning
though, and hurting while facing a long  drive back to North Andover. As often
happens, after the first couple of beers  common sense leaves the building
and having fun for the here and now rules  college students' brains. That's
what probably happened with the guys. Connor  and I won't have a hangover so
we can drive the first couple of hundred miles  heading home while the
others sleep it off in the car. First order of business  for me right now is to
take the mother of all pisses. I've had to take a piss  for the last two
hours. Fucking beer!


In the bathroom, peeing  into the toilet it's, "Awww yeah... relief". After
that I drop my clothes on the  floor smiling when I take off Connor's jockey
shorts. A souvenir of a very  unusual and unexpected evening with that sweet
and sexy friend of mine. He  thinks he's in love with me and truth be told
I could easily fall for him too.  Fall in love with him I mean and never
look back, except for the minor detail  of me already being in love with Robby
and Ryan. Plus there's the other minor  detail of Connor's commitment to the
Army for another year and a half. He's  stationed currently in Fort Sam
Houston, Texas, and that is definitely  geographically incompatible! Well that
phrase is actually geographically  'undesirable' except there's nothing
undesirable about Connor. Some gay lad  out there will eventually discover
Connor and have himself an excellent gay  lover. It better be somebody worthy of
Connor or he's gonna find himself in a  shit storm of trouble. I'd see to
that, that's if Dodger hadn't straightened  the guy out already. Dodger's
really stepped up as a close friend of Connor  and made his Army experience
manageable and maybe even fun at times. I've  always been a fan of Dodger
anyhow, and now even more so because of the  way he's befriended Connor.


Getting out of the  shower squeaky clean and sexually satisfied for the
moment, compliments of  Connor, I'm drying myself thinking about our awesome
sex tonight. I don't  think I've ever had sex with anyone that was more
unexpected. I don't mean us  having sex was unexpected... the unexpected part is the
way Connor took charge  tonight. The two or three times he and I had buddy
sex in the past was totally  different from tonight's sex, so much so it
boggles my mind. Now that I  rethink it, I guess I'd have to admit the first
sex I had with fat Carl was  even more unexpected than tonight with Connor.
Connor's a close second though  and that's mainly because he acted sort of
dominant during our sex and I never  expected that from Connor.  Back in the
day he was anything but dominant.  He was actually the king of premature
ejaculation. My hat's off to Dodger for  being an awesome sex mentor. Connor
tonight was so different from what I  expected, so I gotta laugh, but it was
sexy hot too! I'd have buddy sex with  him any time he wanted. And yeah, like I
said, I could easily fall in love  with him, but oh man would that ever
complicate my life!


Then I think about how  wonderful Robby is, and how much I'm looking
forward to sleeping with him  tonight. He's been especially sexy hot the last
couple of times himself. Last  night in the shower and this afternoon when
Chubby was showering Robby was  extra dominant, for him anyway. I get in bed
wondering when the boys will be  getting in and then the next thing I know
Chubby's yelling, "Come on, bro, get  your ass out of bed. We gotta get rolling."
I'm like, "Huh, wha... What time is  it?" He says, "It's eight o'clock. We
wanna get an early start, bro." Oh fuck.  I crawl out of bed asking, "What
time did you guys get in last night?" He  says, "Around two. I've got most of
your stuff packed in your satchel. If  you'll get your toiletry stuff
together we can hit the road." I pull on some  shorts and go in the bathroom for a
quick piss, wash my face and hands, and  brush my teeth with Chubby poking
his head in the door, saying, "We're waiting  on you, brother." I nod my head
and throw everything in my toiletry kit and  walk through the empty
bedroom. Chubby's already loaded my stuff in the SUV  and on the steps I see
Connor's waiting for me. We smile knowingly at each  other and he puts his arm
across my shoulders for a hug, then he leans in for  a kiss. "Best night of my
life, Dylan." I grin nodding my head, "It was a  beauty alright, Connor, you
were awesome my friend." We hurry down the steps  to the SUV that's idling
at the back door. This fast getaway is almost like  we're making a break for
it without paying the bill. I ask, "Did we  check out?" Dodger says, "They
slipped the bill under the door last  night. It's all covered by Jeff's
debit card so we owe him our  share."


I guess I'm elected to  drive first because the other guys are already in
the second and third seats  and Connor's in the shotgun seat. Fine with me
and I'm like, "I'll drive for a  couple of hours and then find a joint to have
breakfast." Everyone says,  "Let's go," and that's what I do. There's lot
of chatter in the car for  the first hour with everyone except Connor and me
exchanging stories of what  happened to them last night. Vinnie's being
Vinnie telling us he met a  girl he danced with that was flibbertigibbet. None
of us ask what that means.  There's plenty of laughs and it occurs to me
these guys are still a little  drunk. They got less than six hours sleep after
drinking beers for more than  five hours. Better them than me. The second
hour it all catches up with the  late-night boys and there's mostly silence as
they're all in the process of  falling asleep nursing their hangovers that
were bound to appear. Chubby  passes Tylenol around along with a bottle of
water and  everybody except Connor and I taking some. We grin at each other
because we don't have a hangover. Soon all four guys in the back are
sleeping and I'm driving silently with Connor and me exchanging grins every  now
and then. He looks good enough to eat this morning and I relive in my head
the two times he fucked me last night. Those memories get my dick
stiffening-up a little with me glancing over at him again.


There aren't many cars  on the highway so I'm making good time, but I find
myself still looking over  at Connor too often, admiring his cute profile.
He's so good looking as he  stares straight ahead. To get his attention I
push my short bangs up the way  he wanted them last night and go, "How's this,
Connor?" He looks over at me  grinning, murmuring, "A little hair tonic and
you can  train your bangs to stick up in front on their own. That's the way
I'd insist you wear your hair if you were my boyfriend." Jesus, that makes
my  dick move! I'm staring at him until he makes a 'V' with his index and
middle  fingers, points at his eyes, and then at the windshield. Oh, he wants
me to  keep my eyes on the road. It's like he and I have exchanged places in
our  relationship. Now he's looking out for me like he's my big brother,
which is  more or less the way I've always treated him until last night.
Dodger acting  the dominant role during buddy sex with Connor has rubbed off, and
Connor's  adopted Dodger's role. He was imitating Dodger last night, fer
sure. He goes,  "Eyes on the road, Dylan," and I nod my head real fast like
Ryan used to do to  me. Ryan used to try pleasing me by doing that fast head
nod when I'd tell him  something. That changed when Ryan and I exchanged our
relationship places too.  Now he's more the dominant type and I do the fast
head nodding to him. And  when Connor told me to keep my eyes on the road I
felt a delicious tingle of  submissiveness just like when Ryan tells me to
do something. It's like  Connor chastised me for not paying attention to my
driving.  Damn,  I've loved when Ryan does that, and now Connor's doing it
too. It's awesome!  And Connor seems to be getting more confident by the
minute too. At least with  me he is, and that makes me feel good for him because
he needs more  confidence. It's like I no longer need to worry about him so
much. With  Dodger's help Connor's doing just fine. Thinking about last
night again, I  know there's no way I'm not gonna get together with Connor at
least one more time before his leave is up. I really want to look over at him
 again, but I don't. That makes me smile to myself... don't want Connor
correcting me again. Ha ha, this is so fucking hot!


Finally I see  an advertisement for a Pancake House ten miles up the road
so when I  get to that exit I take it. The Pancake House is four miles down a
two  lane road, which is false advertising because the billboard
advertisement  said, 'Easy On, Easy off'. My ass! Parking in the half-full parking
lot, I  say, "Breakfast for anyone who wants it." Everyone yawns and stretches,
then  we all get out. It's important to start the day with a good
breakfast,  although we rarely do that at college.  Inside the Pancake House we get
seated in a big booth and a waitress is immediately at our table with menus
and glasses of water. The water is a big hit with the party boys. I'm like,
 "Thirsty are we?" and smirk at Connor who chuckles. Chubby says, "What the
 fuck did you two do last night. You guys are smirking like the cat that
ate  the canary." I go, "And what exactly does that mean, dear brother?" He
goes,  "I didn't see much of you after the first hour or so at the parking lot
 party." To be accurate he didn't see me at all after an hour or so last
night. I go, "Don't be ridiculous. We drank beer and danced the night away,
just like you guys." He shakes his head muttering, "Liar, my brother lies,"
but other than that there's not a lot of conversation as the boys deal
with their hangovers... heh heh. Connor's not normally a big talker anyway, with
or without a hangover, so there's very little conversation other than the
four  late night party boys grumbling about their hangovers. Breakfast is
very  good except none of us like the grits that they insist on including on
everyone's plate. After breakfast Connor takes over the driving and I'm in
the  shotgun seat doing a lot of Connor watching and getting a boner in the
process. Man he looks sexy to me now.


It's not uncommon that  I find myself getting very infatuated with a guy
I've had good sex with and  right now I've got the hots for Connor. As he
drives I fantasize about him and  me spending a weekend together in bed with him
gaining confidence with  each fuck he lays on my ass. It takes a great deal
of my magnificent will  power not to rub my boner until I cum in my pants.
The notion that I'm  oversexed occurs to me for the thousandth time, but as
usual I dismiss it as  unimportant even though it's obviously a fact. Then I
fantasize Connor giving  me a haircut and putting gel in my hair to train
it in the hair style he wants  me to have. Oh man that's doubly sexy... a
combination of my haircut fetish  and my current wicked crush on Connor.
Fantasizing is an   awesome pastime and I can really get into it almost to the
point of a spontaneous orgasm. That'd be a bit embarrassing though so I try
thinking about something else for awhile. I doze off and wake up when Connor
pulls over to the side of the road. They all get out to piss out the cups
of  coffee they had for breakfast. I probably should join them but I'm too
lazy to  get out. Connor motions for me to put my side window down and when I
do, he  says, "You better take a piss, Dylan. Dodger's taking over the
driving and he says he's not stopping during his two hour shift." I go, "Okay,
you're right," and get out whispering to him, "We've got to get together
this  week?" He says, "I'll text you, okay? I'd love to see you again before  I
go back." I go, "For sure, Connor. I'll see to it somehow." He nods,  than
chuckles, "Can I hold your dick when you're peeing?" I grin watching  him
blush. I'm glad he still blushes even with his newfound  confidence.

Dodger drives for over  three hours and then a yawning Vinnie takes over.
An hour later we start  seeing signs for South Of The Border, but it's still
too far away to have  lunch there. Vinnie gets off route 95 north when he
sees a sign for McDonalds.  We eat lunch there with a little more animation
from the late night boys than  they showed at breakfast. They've been sleeping
for most of the six hours  we've been in the car. We decide we're making
better time than the ride down  and that's because right from the start we've
been matching the speed of  the other drivers on I-95, which is to say close
to eighty miles an hour.  After driving that speed I understand Vinnie's
frustration now that he has to  drive thirty mile an hour behind a old couple
driving a beat-up pickup on this  no-passing two-lane highway back to route
95 after lunch. Vinnie takes  the correct ramp heading north with Dodger
reminding us of the hour we  lost coming down when Vinnie went the wrong way on
I-95. Vinnie goes, "Dodger!  Be nice!"


We take turns driving  into the night with everyone driving at least two
hour shifts. Connor zoomed  past the exit for Disney World early in our trip
and Chubby zoomed past the  exit for 'South Of The Border' hours ago. No one
so much as mentioned stopping  at either place. Putting this drive behind us
is what we're all about now.  Getting back to Merrimack safely is priority
number one. Us college guys are  thinking about final exams while Vinnie's
looking forward to graduating  high school and the Army boys have nothing
much on their minds except  another week of their leave still ahead of them.
During this long drive  there's none of the enthusiastic talking and joking
around we experienced  during the ride to Fort Lauderdale, but there's no
bitching about driving  either. Everyone's a little grumpy but we all keep it in
check which is one  more reason I like these guys so much. We enter
Massachusetts in the dark at  four-thirty in the morning. Everyone's been sleeping
on and off but a cheer  goes up when I drive us across the state line. I cut
the speed to seventy not  wanting a speeding ticket this close to our
destination. We only had pizza for  dinner so when I see a service area on the
Mass Pike I pull in for gas and to  get something for breakfast. Our second
breakfast during the drive  back to campus.


Inside, we find McDonalds is  one of the few places open this early so we
settle for breakfast  sandwiches and coffee. Then we begin the last leg of
our journey and arrive in  North Andover as the sun's just starting to come up
on this Sunday morning.  There was some talk of Dodger, Vinnie, and Connor
catching some sleep in our  apartment, but in the end Dodger wants to get
home. After hugs all around they  get in his pickup and Robby, Chubby, and I
wave goodbye. I watch Connor  watching me as they pull out of our apartment's
parking lot. The three of us  stand here a few seconds like we don't know
what to do next, then carry  our stuff in the back door of our apartment
building. Going up the steps  Chubby asks, "Well, was that a successful spring
break or what?" Robby and I  go, "Good spring break," and that's about the
end of our conversation. After  using the bathroom the three of us get in bed.
Sleeping in the car isn't real  sleep because you wake up every time the
car slows down or there's a  change of drivers and then it takes a while to
doze off again.  That's  not restful sleep like sleeping in your bed. Robby
and I hug, do a few kisses  and then, in each other's arms, we let sleep
overtake us. Before drifting off  I'm thinking how much I'll miss sleeping with
Robby this summer. Sleeping with  him at college is something I too often
take for granted, but I love sleeping  with him and I'll miss it. What the
hell, I wouldn't be sleeping with him this  summer no matter if I'm in Georgia
or Framingham. I don't think Danny will be  sleeping with him either. Maybe
I'll get to sleep with Ryan though. I like  sleeping with another guy and
Ryan says us sleeping together is in his plans,  but maybe his parents have a
difference of opinion about  that.


Some time later Robby's  gently shaking me, asking, "Are you awake, Dylan?"
Without opening my eyes, I  mumble, "I am now," and he says, "Guess what I
woke up with," and he takes my  hand under the covers and moves it so my
fingers touch his hard boner. I ask,  "What are you planning on doing with that
fat thing?" He leans down and kisses  my lips, then with his lips brushing
mine, he says, "If you'd be a good  boyfriend and pull your underwear down,
then roll up on your side  I'll show you what I'm thinking of doing with
it." I grin as I'm pushing my  boxer shorts down to my knees and go up on my
side, pulling my knees up. The  head of Robby's boner pokes at my asshole and
then slowly spreads the  lips, then a little more spreading before it slides
very tightly inside me and  I moan, "Mmmm, Rob, nice..." He takes a deep
breath and lets it out slowly and  his exhale ruffles the hair on the back of
my head a little. His arm comes  over my side and his fingers play with my
latest nip ring making me  shudder and moan, "That's real sensitive, Robby. I
mean sensitive in a  good way." He's making a breathy sound now as he
pushes his cock up my ass  with me holding my breath because his extra fat cock
this morning  is hurting a little as it's spreading my rectum walls going  in
further and further. When his crotch is tight against my buttocks I  let
out my held-breath along with a quiet grunt. Robby goes "Tight, huh?"  "Uh
huh, Rob, but it feels good." He humps against my buttocks a few time to  show
me who's in charge here, then moves his arm across my chest to take  hold of
my chin pulling my face to the side so he can almost reach my lips. He
kisses me wetly on the side of my mouth while doing more humps against my butt
cheeks.



Letting go of my chin his hand  comes down between my legs to get his fist
around my semi-hard cock and he  strokes it for a minute very slowly until
it's hard as a bone and  I'm moaning with my shoulders shuddering like they
tend to do when  I'm sexually aroused. Robby pulls his boner out of my ass
and pulls me over on  my back. His head comes over and he goes down on my
cock, sucking and licking  it while lightly squeezing my nuts. He takes my
saliva ladened cock from his  mouth and strokes it again. When precum drools over
his knuckles he  rolls me onto my stomach and gets between my legs. His
cock goes up my ass  tightly again, but it's doesn't hurt this time. With a
hand next to my  shoulders and his legs stretched out behind him in a push-up
position he  begins fucking my ass slowly. Every four or five drives up my
ass he drops his  head to kiss and lick the side of my face or put his tongue
in my ear. It's  very sexy and my cock is a steel pipe under me drooling
precum. Then its the  steady, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds as he gets into the
main event and I  start my squirming. Sexy sensations are sparking in my
rectum while my anus  quivers with pleasure as it grips the constantly moving
shaft of his hard  cock. Steady fucking, but not wild or particularly fast and
it goes  on for a delicious five or six minutes before my orgasm announces
it's presence and my balls get hard and heavy in their sac. I begin  going,
"Umm, umm, umm, ooh Rob, feels so good." I can feel my climax building  and
building until I'm making desperate whines, "Oh, oh, oh, oh,"and then I
lift my hips and arch my back squealing as cum pumps out of my nuts and up the
shaft of my boner, then streams out the super sensitized head of my cock.
My  face is buried in the pillow muffling my next squeal as more cum  pumps
out under me and then my body shudders from the tantalizing sensation
buzzing around my groin and ass.


I collapse on the  bed spreading my own cum on my stomach as Robby pulls
his boner out and  rustles up the bed next to me. He lifts my head and pushes
his sloppy boner in  my mouth. I suck and lick it as Robby makes loud
breathing noises humping  his hips slowly. He gets a knee on either side of me and
holds my head humping  his cock and fucking my throat until his head goes
back with him moaning while  cum pours into my mouth. A gasping sound from
Robby with another good shot of  cum blasting the back of my throat and then
I'm sucking on the head getting  drools of his spunk. I swallow a mouthful of
cum and suck on the head of  his cock some more until he pulls it out
mumbling, "Too sensitive now, babe."  I gasps breathing deeply as he gets me in
his arms hugging me, laying full  length on my body. I'm fairly limp running
my fingers in his ponytail and  then pulling the elastic off to run my
fingers through his pretty  two-tone blond hair. We hug and snuggle without
talking for quite awhile.  Finally Robby quietly murmurs, "That was so fucking
hot, Dylan. Oh my god,  you're awesome." I mutter, "You too, Rob," and he rubs
my head smiling at me,  asking, "Do you have any plans for today, baby?" I
shake my head, asking,  "How 'bout you?" He goes, "Oh, I guess I'll join the
guys on the team for a  volunteer practice the infield coach wants us to
have. That's at two o'clock.  You wanna watch?" I nod my head, ,"Yeah, okay,"
then I think of Ryan, but  don't mention him. Maybe he'll be at practice
picking up equipment or  something. I'm kinda anxious to find out how it went
when he told his parents  he's gay and in love with me. I'm excited about the
thought of going to  Georgia with Ryan,and yet I'm also nervous. I'm
nervous that it won't work out  and I'm nervous that it will work out. The problem
is if I don't go to Georgia  it could be awkward not working for Robby.
Seth's taking my place until he's  needed again in supply and maintenance and
there's no way I'd deprive him  of that money. He needs it much more than I
do. I guess I'd try getting  work at Stop & Shop if Georgia doesn't work out.


We get out of bed with  Robby saying, "How 'bout changing the linens on the
bed, while I take a  shower." We both have cum smeared on our stomachs so I
need a shower too. I'm  pulling my boxer shorts up, saying "Yes sir, boss.
I'll change the bedding and  then take a shower after you." I like taking
orders from Robby and he's become  very relaxed about giving them too, but I
don't care because he's my man.  After I change the sheets I peek out our
bedroom door and see Chubby's door is  open so he's already gone someplace.
He's probably with John Beverly and  they're probably hooking up with their
girlfriends. What the hell, I'm kinda  anxious to tool up with my boyfriend to
o. In this case I mean, Ryan,  my other boyfriend. I get a Coke from the
refrigerator feeling good about  Robby's and my sex just now. Good to know
Robby's hasn't gotten bored with me.  Can't let that happen because I'm very much
in love with him even though I've  recently falling in love with Ryan too.
Damn, I just got a shiver thinking  about how dominant Ryan can be at times.
Dominant but in a loving tender way  giving me pleasure even as he's
getting pleasure from me. He's also the only  person I know who says 'no' to me. I
can wiggle my way into getting what  I want with Chubby and Robby. That's
when I really want something, but when  Ryan say 'no' about something he
means it. I think that's good for me and I  respect him for it. We're actually
much better suited for each other than  Robby and me, but when love's
involved it trumps everything and I love  Robby too much to leave him, even for
Ryan. Robby would have to dump me  because I'm never dumping him, and why am I
even thinking about this shit?  Dumb!


Robby's out of the  shower shouting to me from the bedroom. I'm in the
kitchen sitting at the  kitchen bar when he goes, "What should we do about
dinner tonight, babe?" I  go, "Is that your way of telling me to shop for
groceries?" He laughs, "Well,  since you're volunteering how about we have Chubby's
take on baby back ribs  and that awesome potato salad you make?" I ask,
"Company for dinner  tonight?" He says, "Would it be okay with you if I ask
Danny for dinner?" I  say, "You realize of course we've just asked each other
about twenty  questions. Sure, Danny's welcome. I'll text Chubby to bring
John Beverly and  I'll ask Ryan too." Robby's quiet for a second, then he goes,
"Yeah, sure,"  and comes out of the bedroom dressed in sweat pants and a
t-shirt, both  showing the baseball team's logo. The baseball teams' cap is on
his head too,  as Robby says, "You better get a case of beer too. You're
the only one who can  get it without ordering it ahead of time." That makes me
think of hot and sexy  Tracy. I go, "Yeah, I'll take care of everything,
but I probably should skip  baseball practice with you if I need to shop and
prepare stuff for dinner. If  you see Ryan before I do, ask him to dinner."
Robby's gets his baseball glove  and after a kiss on my lips, he says, "Will
do, and thanks for taking care of  dinner, Dylan, see you later." He's gone
and I text Chubby about dinner and  then text Ryan. Chubby texts back saying
it's an awesome idea, so he is with  John Beverly. No text from Ryan yet.


Out on the balcony I  watch Robby walk to his pickup. Man he looks cool and
oh so sexy. What a boy!  He doesn't look up though, just drives away with
me too late realizing the  obvious... I don't have a car. Robby just drove
off in the pickup and  Chubby's in the Jeep so how the fuck am I going to go
food and beer shopping?  I light a cigarette and sit on one of the outdoor
chairs to smoke it  while I finish my Coke. Huh, guess I'll need to walk to
campus and borrow  Robby's pickup. It would have been helpful if either Robby
or I realized I'm  without a vehicle before he drove off. I could have gone
with him and then  used the pickup for my errands. Oh well it's only a ten
minute walk if I  cut through the trees catty-corner and come out to route
114  opposite the college. Hate trying to cross that four lane highway though,
but  it's Sunday so traffic should be lighter than during the week. Done my
 cigarette I practice flicking the butt and send that fucker way out over
the  railing. Nice! Of course nobody saw it but me. Life is weird like that
sometimes. After a shower I put on my coolest sleeveless t-shirt and my
best skinny-leg cargo pants, then my bling. Okay, I guess I'm dressing up a
little for Ryan. I'm proud of the way I can comb my bangs over to the  side a
little too. Finally they're long enough to do something with them. My  hair
still sticks up at the crown of my head though and that's because Ryan  cuts
it super short there, but some of the top hair lays down with a little
help from hair gel. Staring at my hair for a few seconds I reinforce my
conviction to let my hair grow out. Not to a ponytail probably, but long  enough
so I can comb all of it. Okay, I'm looking good. I put my cool Oakley
sunglasses on and walk outside using the front door, then walk across the  parking
lot to the trees. Fuckin' bugs in the trees aren't too cool, but I  come
out of the trees across from the college okay, then get across the first  two
lanes to the medial strip without any problem. I have to wait there for a
long string of cars to whiz by in the next two lanes and then I can  saunter
across to the edge of the campus. Naturally the baseball complex is  about
as far away from where I am as it's possible to be and still be part of  the
campus. Bitch, bitch, bitch, that's me... ha ha.


I'm working up a sweat in the nice  seventy degree weather and as I
approach the baseball diamond I see the some  of the infielders fielding grounders
and hear the cool sound of aluminum  bats hitting hard balls. My cell phone
beeps and when I look at it I see  a text from Ryan: 'Dylan, anxious to see
you. Where are you?'  Well of all the luck. If I'd stayed in the apartment
ten more  minutes I wouldn't have needed to walk here. I text back where I am
and he  texts back he's in his dorm room and he'll be right down to pick me
up. Well  okay, but now I'm nervous about what Ryan has to tell me, and I
have this  funny feeling in my stomach, or is it my groin? Gee, I wonder what
his  parents' reaction was to the news their only son is gay and in love
with  another guy? That plus this funny feeling about seeing Ryan again has me
 jittery. He's been so awesome the last couple of months, but right now I'm
 like, I don't know, a little intimidated by him, and for no good reason.
It's just that lately I get aroused by almost everything he does and says.
I've had this same 'thing' for him pretty much starting shortly  after that
first lunch we had together. He fucked me that first time and  things
escalated from there. Then we went through that period where when  we'd see each
other we kinda lost our minds and had to fuck immediately.  I was so
submissive to him for a while there too... it was kinda nuts  actually. He showed me
some of the dominant stuff guys did to him and he soon  had me like eating
out of his hand. It cooled off between us last summer and  didn't really
heat up again until fairly recently. Now I get all squirmy  around him again.
I'm not saying I don't like it, just that I feel a little  nervous after not
seeing him for ten days. I wonder if he'll be different  somehow and I don't
want him to be different.


Three minutes after our last text  I see Ryan's cool Mini Cooper
convertible with the top down drive into the  parking lot next to the baseball
diamond. Ryan's at the wheel looking serious.  I'm standing just outside the gate
to the ball field leaning against it with  an uneasy feeling watching Ryan
park. He gets out of his car looking  round and when he sees me his face
lights up with a big smile making me smile.  I want to run to him but use my will
power to walk towards him instead.  He stands next to his car waiting for
me. When I'm close, he says, "Why the  serious expression? Aren't you happy
to see me?" All of a sudden I take after  Connor and feel weirdly shy. Maybe
I'm worried about what Ryan has to tell me.  Then, what the fuck? I notice
he got another haircut when he was home. I go,  "Goddammit, Ryan, I like to
give you haircuts and every time you go home  you get one. And that's even
shorter than the last one." He goes, "I knew I'd  get a lot of shit from you
about the haircut, but like I told you last time I  do it to please my dad.
He likes his son to have short hair and considering  what I had to tell him I
got my hair cut at the airport to please dad. He  was full of compliments
about it too, so I got off on the right foot with  him." I'm standing a few
feet from him, mumbling, "It looks very preppy,  Ryan, but what about last
summer when you had a ponytail." He says, "Yeah and  my dad was pissed at me
all summer, but that was a very bad summer all the way  around and I didn't
give a shit about much of anything. I missed you and  thought you were
dumping me because you didn't text me or anything." I go, "I  did so text you."


We stand here looking  at each other for a few seconds, then he says, "Will
you get over here and  give me a kiss hello and stop yelling at me." I
mumble, "I wasn't yelling." I  take the last three steps to him and he wraps his
arms around me kissing me on  the mouth, murmuring, "I missed you, Dylan.
Don't be mad at me about the  stupid haircut," I mumble, "I'm not mad, but
you know I like cutting your  hair. I don't know why you didn't ask me before
you went home. I like doing it  for you." He says sternly, "Fer chrissakes
we've covered that topic. Stop  pouting. You know I hate when you pout... it's
very immature of you, you know."  I shrug and pout some more. Pouting feels
good because you're feeling sorry  for yourself when nobody else is. I go,
"Um, sorry for pouting, I missed you  too," and he tries to brighten things
up by grinning, asking, "Hey, how was  your trip to Fort Lauderdale? Was it
everything you thought it would be?" I  go, "It was okay," and talk about
that for awhile until Ryan says, "It sounds  like a cool place, but come on
lets watch the players practice for a  while," and he pulls on my hand getting
us walking toward the gate, then lets  go of my hand. I'm glancing at him
wondering why I have such a crush on him  and how'd I fall in love with him?
He's very cute but smallish and a few  inches shorter than me. On the other
hand he's stronger than me and he smells  sexy and I want him to hug me and
kiss me and fuck me hard . My dick's  firm in my pants and I need to adjust
it sideways so it isn't poking out the  lap of my pants. Ryan sees me do it
and grins but doesn't embarrass me by  mentioning it.


He leads us through the gate and  up to the top of the bleachers from where
we watch the guys taking batting  practice and fielding grounders. Other
guys are in the outfield showing-off  catching fly balls behind their backs.
I'm  curious about what happened  when Ryan told his parents he's gay. I'm
also curious why he hasn't said  anything about it yet, but afraid of what
he'll say so I don't bring it up.  Finally Ryan breaks the silence saying,
"You're looking awfully cute today,  Dylan," and he runs his fingers up the back
of my head adding, "Speaking of  haircuts, it looks like I need to give you
another one of my special short  haircuts. Your hair grows really fast." I
say, "Oh, I was meaning to tell you,  Ryan. Um, I'm letting my hair grow
out. It's been two years since it was long  enough to lay flat, and basically I
haven't been able to comb my hair like  forever it seems. Now I can do it a
little in front. See?" He laughs,  "Well, I hate to tell you but you're not
gonna be able to comb it after I give  you a haircut this time either. I
told you you're going to have the same very  short haircut all summer, or at
least the part of the summer  you're working for me." I go, "No I'm not,"
then I realize he said I'd be  working for him. I go, "Um, how'd it go when you
told your parents." Ryan's  like, "That I'm gay?" I nod my head and he
goes, "Well, to be honest, it  didn't go nearly as well as I thought it would,
but before telling you about  that I want to settle this haircut thing right
now. Do not give me a problem  about your haircut, okay? We've talked about
this and we both agreed you're  going to go along with certain things I want
even though you don't want those  certain things. Your haircut is one of
those things, right? You agreed you  need me to be the take-charge guy between
us and the haircut is a reminder of  that. And anyway you look awesome with
short hair. You know  that."


I'm pissed but I also have a boner  in my pants from him putting his foot
down about that. I don't say  anything because I don't want us arguing right
now, but I'm putting my foot  down about it too. Just not now because I
wanna hear about his parents  reaction to Ryan 'coming out'. He asks, "Am I
right, Dylan?" I shrug,  mumbling, "Basically, sort of. Now what'd your parents
say?" He goes, "They  thought I was pulling their chain at first when I said
I was gay, and  both of them laughed. Then when they realized I was serious
they went through  that routine about me being too young to decide
something like that. I told  them I've known I was gay since puberty. They got
pissed and mom ran into  their bedroom crying." I say, "Jesus! Really?" It's
Ryan's turn to shrug, then  say, "Yeah, but I wouldn't drop the subject and
after a few days they came  around and said they love me gay or straight, but
was I sure I'm gay. Ha  ha, yeah I was sure. Anyway, by last Thursday they
acknowledged that I should  know if I'm gay or not and they were telling me
about the dangers of AIDS.  Jesus, do they think I'm that uninformed? Then dad
wanted to know was I  sexually active." Oh, this is the good part so I'm
like, "Uh huh, and then  what happened?" He squeezes the back of my neck giving
me chills. Smiling he  says, "That's when you came into the discussion,
boyfriend. I told then I  was in love with you and you loved me. You do love
me, don't you?" I mumble,  "Yes, I love you," and he hugs my shoulders and
kisses my cheek. I hate myself  for doing this, but I look around to see if
anyone saw him do that. There's  only a dozen guys and a few girls scattered
around the bleachers, all below  us. Nobody is looking at us except maybe
Robby, although I don't see him on  the diamond now. He may be waiting to take
batting practice.


I look at Ryan, "What'd they say  about me?" He goes, "They wanted to know
all about you and I told them how  awesome you are. I also mentioned they're
gonna love you and that you're the  best looking, cutest guy at Merrimack,
or anywhere else for that matter." I  go, "Yeah, honesty's the best policy,"
and we both laugh at that. "I showed  them your picture, Dylan, and they
were like, 'He's your boyfriend?' like  they couldn't believe scrawny me could
have a boyfriend like you." I  mumble, "I'm lucky to have you as a
boyfriend and that's what I'll tell them,  if I'm gonna live with you that is." He's
like, "Oh you're living with us  alright and sleeping in my bed with me
too. I went through all that and they  finally came around the last couple of
days and okayed everything. Mom said  she's getting all new linens and
pillows for our bed, plus dad's having my  room painted and new carpet put in."
He's laughing as I'm gawking at him like  he's full of it. He says, "I'm
serious! It's what they said and they're  excited about you staying with us now.
You gotta remember I had hardly any  friends growing up. Just those dominant
sadist treating me like dirt and now  I've got a friend and lover. They're
happy for me and maybe a little relieved  I'm finally happy. All I know is
I've got the best looking boyfriend ever who  loves me and now my parents see
me in a whole new light. By the end of the  week they were acting
completely different from when I first told them I  was gay." I'm like, "I'm nervous
and excited at the same time, Ryan. I've  never stayed at anyone's house for
more than one night, and it was very rare  for me to even do that." He
says, "I'll make sure you're comfortable and  relaxed staying with us." Huh, I
can't help wondering what Ryan's parent's  reaction would have been if he
showed them a picture of some overweight  goof instead of me. I gotta wonder if
they'd have the same enthusiastic  response, but I don't mention that to
Ryan.

Ryan's grinning triumphantly  about his victory with his parents, then
says, "Still, I was taken aback by  the rents initial reaction to me being gay.
I thought they'd be supportive  right from the start, so that surprised me
although by the end of the week  they were just as supportive as I expected."
I ask, "And you definitely said  I'd be sleeping with you?" He goes, "Yes,
I just told you that." I'm like,  "There's no way they misinterpreted what
you were saying, right?" He laughs,  "Stop worrying. Everything is perfect.
You and me are driving from here to my  home on the last day of the
semester." Oh no, I wanted to spend a couple days  with my mom at home before leaving
for Georgia. I tell him that, and he says,  "Sorry, Dylan, I want you
keeping me company during the ride home." I frown  and he goes, "Hey, no pouting.
You'll be working for me, Dylan, and driving  home with me is my second
bossy order for you." I suck on my lips not liking  that I won't get to go home
first. Hmmm, I ask, "Can't I fly down and get  there the same time it'll
take you to drive?" He says, "I guess you could  except you're not going to.
You're riding with me." I'm like, "Okay I guess,  um, you said that's your
second order. What's your first?" He goes, "Your  haircut," and I go, "No
dammit, I don't want a fucking haircut." He laughs,  "Well, you can't always get
what you want, sometimes you get what you  need." I go, "Thanks for that
advice, Mick," but don't argue more about  it now. When he says it's time for
my haircut he's going to find out how  determined I am about my fucking hair
growing out. I'm not gonna be treated  like a ten year old!


We watch the baseball  players practice for awhile without talking and I
let driving down to Georgia  sink in. I'll call and explain the situation to
mom. And oh yeah I've got an  idea, I'll go home one of the weekends before
the end of the semester to see  mom and Tris. Yeah, that'll work, but Ryan's
haircut idea won't work." I  say, "You're the boss, Ryan, so I'll do what
you say and drive home with you.  It'll be fun in the Mini." He smiles, "Yeah,
it'll be a fun trip alright. We  won't drive straight though. We'll stay
overnight at some motel." I nod,  "Cool, but um, how about giving me some
slack on the haircut thing, okay?  Let's compromise." He's pissed, "We've been
over this ten times starting  with the first extra short haircut I gave you.
You're going to get the same  haircut every ten days or so and that's final.
Please don't fuck-up our plans.  We should be excited about us living and
sleeping together instead of  bickering about something you've agreed to
weeks ago." Smelling the back of my  wrists I'm looking at Ryan. I know I should
have waited before bringing this  up again! Still, I have this gooey good
submissive sensation sliding over my  brain. Mmmm, nice. Ryan can do the
dominant thing awesomely so what can I do  except I murmur, "Sorry Ryan, you're
right. No more bitching from me about the  haircut situation." I can't
fucking win an argument with him. He goes,  "Thanks, Dylan, and I'm sorry for
yelling at you." He rubs my back, asking,  "Friends?" I'm resigned to admitting
he's right. I agreed to this some time  ago.  I mumble, 'Friends and
lovers, Ryan. I'm good with everything now,  really. You're the boss." What the
fuck, I've had short hair for over two  years now, so what another couple of
months?


I'm really feeling the hots for  him now that he's put me in my place. I
slide over a little bit to sit closer  to Ryan, grinning at him and trying to
make up. I say, "Ryan, um, I'm okay  now. I wanna do it your way." He grins
back, "Thanks, babe, I knew you'd see  things my way eventually. How about
we spend a little time in my dorm  room now? Freddie won't be back until
tomorrow morning." Oh man, I  get that squirmy feeling in my groin right away.
Taking a deep breath and  letting it out slowly I feel my heart beating a
little faster as I look at  Ryan thinking about him fucking me hard. He's
something alright, kinda  special. I mumble, "Okay, sure, Ryan, that'd be great."
He stands up grinning,  "You're acting funny again, Dylan. I don't know if
you're being serious. Ya  know, we don't have to go to my dorm if you don't
feel like it." I gulp, then  say, "I want to, Ryan, I'm being serious. I've
got the hots for you something  terrible and I think you're well aware of
that." He smiles, "Yeah, I'm aware  of that and nothing in the world could
possibly make me happier than knowing  that's how you feel about me. It's how I
feel about you too. I think you know  that you and me are meant for each
other. We're perfect together and I'm  expecting you'll come to realize what
that means by the end of the summer." I  nod my head wondering if he might be
right about that. I've thought we're  perfect for each other myself, except
Robby still comes first in my heart.  Yeah, but what if Ryan changes my
mind about that this summer? As we walk down  the bleachers I run my fingers
though his preppy haircut, murmuring, "That's a  good haircut, Ryan. I
couldn't have done better. You look really good with  that preppy haircut." He
says, "Thanks, Dylan. That's nice of you to tell me  that. From now on you'll be
my barber, okay? No more barbershop haircuts  for me." I mumble, "Thanks,"
and he says, "I should have thought of getting a  haircut from you before I
left for the airport." He seems so sexy hot to me  and I don't care about
his size or any of that. He's like irresistible  and I actually like that he
stood by his guns about my haircut.  He's consistently the 'man' and that's
cool. I need to  respect that about him.


At the car he asks, "Would you  like to drive the Mini around a little?" I
nod my head, "Thanks, yeah I  would." He hands me the keys and he gets in
the shotgun seat. He's making-up  to me just like I was doing to him. We're
alike alright, neither of us  wants the other mad at them. I look at Ryan and
he rubs my head, "We're good,  right babe?" I nod, "Definitely, Ryan. I
didn't mean to make such a fuss  back there. My bad." He mumbles, "It's okay,"
and I drive off campus, asking,  "Can you have dinner at our apartment
tonight?" He goes, "Awesome, yeah, I'd  love that," and I ask, "Is it alright if I
drive your Mini to Tracy's so I can  get a case of beer." He goes, "Sure,
I'll chip in for the beer," and he takes  his wallet out and hands me thirty
dollars. I go, "Jesus, the case probably  won't cost much more than that,"
and he says, "I wanna treat for the beer. I'm  getting a free dinner, right?"
He's generous, but not frivolous with  his money like Willie is. Willie
spends his father's inherited money  like it grows on trees. Huh, well this is
probably Ryan's father's thirty  dollars too, but Ryan's working this summer
so it'll be his money after that.  It's so neat driving this car. People
can't help but stare at the car and I  feel cool driving it. I'll probably get
to drive it halfway to Georgia too.  Fuck, I gotta admit Ryan's got the
situation totally under control. I just  hope he's not exaggerating about his
parents being all in with me living there  and sleeping with their only son
under their roof. I'd feel awkward doing  that with Robby at my house or his
house, especially his house.


At Tracy's the bar's not open yet,  but the guy who collects the money at
the door, and who sometimes bar  tends, remembers me. He's putting beers in a
big barrel of ice when I knock.  He goes, "Ah, Dylan! How was your spring
break?" and I tell him a little about  it. Then he asks, "You looking for
Tracy? He's not back yet." I go, "Oh, okay,  but can I get a case of beer
anyway?" He laughs, "Tracy says whatever you  want, pal. We've got lots of
Coors." When I ask how much for a case of Coors  he tells me it's thirty bucks a
case to me, forty-five for  anyone else. Feeling special, I carry the case
down and it just fits in the  small back seat of the Mini. Then I drive us to
my apartment to put the beer  in the refrigerator. Ryan waits in the car and
when I get back, I go, "We also  need to do grocery shopping for dinner
tonight." Ryan says, "Later, first I  need to give you a hard fucking so you'll
remember one of the reasons you love  me." I mutter, "Oh yeah, I'm up for
that although I already know I love you."  He says, "You make me feel so good
about myself, Dylan. You're very special  and I thank God every night for
you in my life." Whoa, that's heavy! Not  knowing what to say to that, I just
smile and drive out of the parking  lot. My anticipation is building as I
drive us back to Ryan's dorm. He only  told me to slow down three times
today. I park and we get out with Ryan  leaning me against the car, my ass
against the driver's door. He says, "I've  been dreaming about our reunion for ten
days, Dylan. You're in my head and  heart, baby. I'm so fucking excited
about this summer with you I can barely  stand waiting the three weeks." I'm
like, "Me too," and he goes, "Um, will you  sleep with me tonight, Freddie's
not gonna be there tonight." I push his  little glasses up his little nose,
saying, "I'd like to, Ryan, but Rob would  be pissed and I don't want to hurt
his feelings. I love you and I can't wait  for the summer too, but it'd be
wrong to sleep with you tonight." He nods his  head, "I understand, it would
be a bad move I guess, but I yearn for you.  You'll be all mine this summer
though. And absolutely no side-sex for you in  Georgia, right?" I go,
"Right, Ryan."


He gives me one of  his patented kisses that brings on a hard boner between
my legs and  makes me moan and cling to him with my face next to his
feeling his scraggily  little beard that looks so cool on him. It's very curly and
soft. My arms are  around his neck as I rub my cheek against his. We break
apart and this time I  don't bother looking around to see if anyone is
gawking at us. I don't care if  they are. I feel really good being with Ryan
again. As we walk side by side to  his dormitory I'm realizing that I didn't put
up much of a fight about the  haircut, especially considering how positive
I was about letting my hair grow  out. That's until Ryan said, 'no'. That's
the way it is between us and I  like it although I wish he'd said, it was
'okay'. At his room he opens  the door and gives my ass a hard smack, saying,
"In you go and get your  clothes off so I can see your hot naked body
again." I get undressed as Ryan  watches and then he laughs seeing my boner
sticking out. He hugs me with one  arm and strokes my boner with his other hand,
murmuring, "You turn me on  like nothing I've ever experienced before in my
life. I used to think I got  turned-on being submissive. Ha! That can't
compare with how turned-on I get  being dominant to your submissiveness, Dylan.
It's not even fucking  close."



He lets go of my cock  when he has it so hard it's sticking straight out
and so hard it hardly  bounces at all when I move. I gasp feeling good as Ryan
rubs his hands over my  body and with us kissing he grabs and squeezes both
my butt cheeks getting  another moan out of me. He breaks off a kiss
sliding his tongue across my  cheek to whisper in my ear, "What do you think I
want you to do  now?"


to be continued...    Donny Mumford    thinat20@yahoo.com


donnymumford@outlook.com


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