Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2011 12:35:12 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford Subject: (4) DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR Chapter 4 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR Chapter 4 by Donny Mumford Ya can't even take a piss nowadays without someone jumping on your back. I know who it is too; it's Rajon Whyte. His quiet giggling gave him away, a giggle that may be a tad too feminine for my taste. And then there's his weight; he can't weight a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and another thing: who else has arms this skinny and yet this strong? I suppose his strength comes with his work-outs for his dancing. Lastly, he has a natural scent that's getting me all hot and bothered. "What the hell ya doing, Rajon?" I ask. Another giggle is his only response, and then I see a wet pee spot on my pants and I'm pissed-off about that. When he jumped on my back my dick bounced around a little, spraying my pee. I go, "Oh man, Rajon, you made me pee my pants!" In his surprisingly warm, rich voice, he says, "Ooooh, let me lick it, I love me some white boy's pee." His voice surprises because he's such a thin lightweight and yet he's got a voice belonging to a big man. I go, "Don't be gross," although pee doesn't gross me out at all. His arms tighten around my neck and, as I pull up my fly, his thin, strong legs wrap effortlessly around my waist. His legs are bare and for a brief second I think, "Oh no! He's not naked, is he?" but then I look down again and notice his pajama bottoms bunched-up at his knees, but what the hell's he doing wearing pajamas in here, and only flip flops on his small brown feet too? Perhaps he thinks Global warming is just around the corner. Gee, I should tell him about the Al Gore interview where Al explains to us dummies how global warming causes blizzards. Now, at least, we know what's behind the three blizzards this winter in North Andover. Rajon's little feet are crossed tightly at the ankles, right at my crotch level, and from what I can tell he appears quite comfortable as is. The memory of Dodger attacking me like this a couple of years ago flashes through my head. Of course, I was in their swimming pool at the time, in five feet of water where Dodger fucked me real good. There's no chance Rajon is gonna be able to do that here and now though. Being helpless in the water with Dodger, who swims like an otter, is a much different circumstance than being in a bathroom, on dry footing. As a matter of fact, I could get Rajon off my back in ten seconds if needed to, except it might hurt him and I don't want to do that. Rajon says, "My dorm room is one floor up and both my roommates are gonna be away for the weekend. You can stay until Sunday night, and you'll never need to leave my bed. I'll wait on you hand and foot, do anything you want me to... anything you want from my sexual catalog that is." He shifts his body a little getting even more secure on my back, like an overweight backpack. It's almost laughable, him being on my back like this in a public bathroom. I'm leaning over the sink with my hands on the edge of the bowl, my eyes looking into Rajon's eyes as they reflect back from the mirror above the sink. I now notice his pajama top; he's apparently wearing Luke Skywalker PJs, or at least that's what it looks like from what little I can see of them. "Rajon, if you do not let loose of my person I will shake you off and then tie your hot little body into a knot." He laughs, and says, "I already told ya I'll do anything you want me to, so I'll get off ya if you first promise to come to my room with me. Do ya promise?" "That's not happening, Rajon! I'm faithful to my boyfriend, and you already knew that very well." Rajon takes his right hand from around my neck and pulls off my wool beanie, then awkwardly, with just his one free hand, pulls it onto his own head, exclaiming, "You got a haircut! I love it," and he runs his fingers through my short hair, then leans his head around the side of mine and puts his tongue in my ear. It's a very nice pink tongue too; I saw it come out of his grinning mouth before it went into my ear... it feels warm and squishy and initially kind of revolting as I squint with concern, wondering if I cleaned my ears well enough during this morning's quick shower. Soon, concern about my ears leaves my mind and the sexiness of his nice textured tongue, as it's lapping and probing my ear, takes over. I softly bite my lower lip and lift a hand from the rim of the sink to work it quickly under Rajon's crossed ankles to adjust my stiffening dick, then grunt, "Please, Rajon, someone could come in here any second." He stops licking my ear, tightens his hold around my neck, and says, "I know you want to fuck me, I read it in your eyes at Tracy's party last Saturday." I probe my crotch again, adjusting my stiffening cock to the side and ruffling my nuts, which are becoming active and feeling nice. I mutter, "Don't be ridiculous!" He chuckles and plays with my burr haircut again, one arm still tightly around my neck. He's saying, "Did you get this haircut to try and match mine?" Ignoring this absurd question, I instead take notice that I'm not the only one with a stiffening cock; Rajon's is hard against my back and, from what I can tell, seems to be about average size which is surprising since nothing about Rajon is 'average size'. The thought of a big boner sticking out from his slim body gets my boner growing and getting harder... "Dammit!" I say too loudly, then, "You're delusional, Rajon!" and he says, "No, seriously... I should have noticed the hungry look in those bedroom eyes of yours the first time I spoke with you; that was way back at the beginning of the first semester; we could have been doing 'around the world' together, or tilt a'whirl, or any kind of whirl you wanted for the last four months." I almost laugh again, he's impossible to stay mad at, and my boner's feeling nicer by the second; his boner is also feeling nice against my back, but this is not only wrong, it's stupid!! I forcefully say, "I'm about to whirl your ass across the floor here if ya don't get off me." He goes on as if I hadn't said a thing, "You know, I'm excellent at spotting who the hot sexy boys are, and you're a molten-hot hottie. Your eyes give you away, like I said, and it's your body language too; it somehow begs for sex, and maybe it's your buns too, 'cause they're fabulous!" and he humps against my back as a drop of precum wets inside my underpants. Taking a deep breath, trying to remain patient, but putting on an act like I'm really pissed-off, I say, "Rajon, goddammit, I'm late meeting my boyfriend! Now get off me or I'm gonna get rough!" He laughs at the threat, then says, "Oh sure, you're late. Liar, liar, pants on fire! Robby's on the baseball team, and they just started practice forty-five minutes ago. I checked up on you boys" I grunt a low, "Oh fuck!" and he giggles, then yells, "Busted!" Trying to reason with him now, I say, "Really, Rajon, someone can walk in on us at any time. Please get down and we'll discuss this face to face. Okay?" He licks my neck in the area where Robby normally gives me hickeys, and says, "I'll make out with you, I'll suck your cock and lick your balls and rim you till you tell me to stop. Or, if you like, I'll drink your pee, or you can pee on me, or tie me up, or fuck me in any position you want... it'll be fun. I'll be totally at your disposal, do anything you want, but we need a 'safe' word." It's hard not to laugh at him because he seems sincere when he says these outlandish things. Speaking calmly, I say, "You don't need a safe word, Rajon, because we're not doing anything together; now get down!" He says, "No! I'm staying like this until you agree to come to my room." Well, ain't this nice! Other than hurting him, what are my options? Not many, and my boner's losing stiffness from my frustration now, and somebody's gonna come in here and it'll be so embarrassing I'll never recover, so fuck it! Resigned, I take a deep breath, and say, "Okay, you win... we'll carry-on with our discussion in your room." He goes, "Promise? and I mumbles, "Yeah...' and he goes, "Oh, but it's not a discussion we're having; it's a negotiation!" Then he kisses the side of my face looking me in the eyes via the mirror as he's doing it, this time with a look of triumph, or is it anticipation I see on his face? His large, pretty brown eyes are opened wide and a small smirk on his cute brown face. He's so absurd and yummy cute with everything he does that this time I have to blurt out a laugh, and he smiles, then uses both hands to twist my head so he can get his lips on mine, pushing his tongue in the side of my mouth. This is nuts, but he's kinda captivated me by now, and he's got me intrigued too... not for today, but for when Robby agrees that I can play around a tiny bit on the side. And, what's that Rajon said about tying him up? Satisfied he has me where he wants me, he finishes his kiss, then lets loose of my body and gracefully slides off me, landing on the bathroom floor lightly. I kinda miss having his awesome little body against mine. Turning around to get a frontal look at my small capturer, I confirm that the pajamas are indeed Star Wars vintage and almost threadbare, he's probably been this size for a number of years. His semi-hard dick is poking out the fly of his pajama bottoms about an inch and a half. The head is pink, and contrasting nicely with the light chocolate brown foreskin making it look even pinker than mine. My eyes drift up to look into Rajon's eyes, who's been watching me stare at his dick... for something to say, I go, "I heard you're a dancer, are you, Rajon?" He smiles, probably because I didn't mention the head of his penis poking out at me, and takes hold of my hand to hold it like boys and girls hold hands, the way Willie used to hold my hand, and, while adjusting his pecker back inside the pajama's fly, he says, "Yes, I do modern dance, which, as you may know, has some ballet in it but is mostly creative self expression as opposed to technical virtuosity." Totally not knowing what the fuck he just said, I mutter, "Uh huh." Then, in an attempt to expedite our exit, because Rajon's apparently in no hurry, I say, "Okay, okay... we're going to your room now, so let's get out of here before someone comes in," then, in a louder voice, "and stop holding my hand!" He smiles and holds my hand against his chest. "No!" He says, and he says it while frowning, like a cute, bratty child might do. I give up again and shake my head as he leads me out of the bathroom into the corridor where we immediately run right into a girl; she does a double take when she sees us, then says, "Hi, Rajon!" and, as she stares at me, asks Rajon, "You coming over Dwight's tonight for the poker game?" Rajon goes, "Oh Beverly, I don't know if I can make it tonight," and he does a theatrical nod of his head at me, holding my hand tighter. There's a second here where my blushing is so hot I'm thinking my face is gonna burst out in flames. Beverly winks, and says, "Ya got yourself a real cutie there, Rajon... tall too!" and off she goes. I'm jerking on my hand now trying to get it away from Rajon, but he grabs it with his other hand too and, giggling, wrestles with me. I can see we're just creating a spectacle of ourselves so I stop struggling, and say, "Okay, okay... you win again, let's go to your room as quickly as we can." He says, "That rhymes, you clever thing!" I roll my eyes, and he adds, "Okay, thank you, Dylan. I knew you'd keep your promise." I mumble, "Whatever," as I'm concentrating on how it feels holding hands with him. Actually I like holding hands with a boy, but rarely do I have the balls to initiate it on my own; the rare times it's happened it's been the other, more aggressive, boy who takes my hand. Marveling at the smoothness of his light-chocolate-colored arm, I let him lead me down the corridor towards the stairs. His skin is beautiful; it's exactly the same shade of brown every place I can see, from his face to his ankles, making me wonder about his cute buttocks now that I've already seen the pink head of his penis. Some guy yells out, "Yo, Dylan, whassup?" but I can't tell who it is, and I'm pretty sure he didn't see Rajon and me holding hands or he'd probably have mentioned it. Rajon's pulling on my hand, saying, "You asked about my dancing. It's modern dancing, like I said, which is more free style then anything else. Us modern dancers are in just as good a shape, maybe better, than ballet dancers. The big difference is that we use emotion and mood to design our dance steps and moves; gravity is utilized and we often fall to the floor, so consequently the art of tumbling, gymnastics, and contortion must also be mastered." It's like he's given a lecture he's given many times before, but I'm not really into dancing all that much, or at all, actually. As we enter the stairwell and begin going up the steps, I glance around to see who's watching us, then respond absently to the dancing information, "Maybe a touch TMI, dude. It does sounds, um... hard." He says, "Here we are," then stops and, unexpectedly, holds me back from going into the room. Taking a deep breath, then doing a sort of embarrassed chuckle, he says, "Okay, the room's a freakin' mess, just to warn you. And, I won't clean it up unless Artie and Gabrial help, so we're at loggerheads." I shrug, making a face, like, "I don't care," as he turns the knob and inside we go and, oh my god... inside it appears a tornado had twirled through here recently". College dorms are notoriously sloppy places, but this is beyond sloppy... this is impossible, ridiculous! Rajon's saying, "I picked-up a little hoping you'd agree to join me here." I'm looking at him incredulously, first because it appears he's been planning this kidnapping for a while, and secondly because he said he'd cleaned the room up a little. The place is a disaster and I can't help but look around and take in the jaw-dropping carnage, with Rajon mumbling, "Yeah, it's still pretty messed-up though, I guess." He says it with a straight face, still holding my hand. I'm speechless, this looks like a set for a movie after the police have finished looking for a college kid's stash. "Um, what's wrong, Dylan?" he asks, and I realize I'm like in a daze. I stupidly ask, "You live here?" He pulls on my hand getting me to take a step inside so he can reach over to close the door. "Of course I live here," and when the door's locked, he asks, "What do you want to do to me first, Dylan?" Before he's done with the question he let go of my hand and pulled his pajama top over his head, exposing his chest and he's kicked off his flip flops and stepped out of his pajama bottoms just as quickly, and almost instantly he's standing in front of me totally naked. I go, "Huh? What are you doing...?" Rajon does a giggle/laugh combination at my dumbfounded expression, then he kicks his pajamas over to join a pile of discarded clothing near the foot of a twin bed. He's a tour guide now: pointing to a bed, it's sheets and blanket bunched up at the foot, he announces, "This is mine," then he points to the one against the wall, and says, "That's Artie's, and the other ones Gabriel's." Now that Rajon's totally naked I can see that his body is extremely well put together, with wonderful muscle definition, muscles rounded nicely and in proportion, not big and ugly like weightlifters' muscles often are. Just the right amount of definition on Rajon's very slight frame and, pound for pound, it's about as hot as a body can be. And yes, the same exact shade of smooth, light-colored milk chocolate skin from head to toe; awesome! Every part of him, except his cock and balls, is in almost miniature proportion, yet perfectly shaped and one hundred percent compatible with the whole. Nicely defined biceps, narrow yet strong-looking shoulders, small erect nipples, an understated but noticeable six-pack stomach, and flat lower abs above his slim, tight waist. When he kicked his PJs a few seconds ago small moving hard calf muscles, and firm mounds of almost hard looking buttocks muscles made a passing appearance and then quickly lay mostly hidden again. There's almost too much young perfect male form to take in here, but I'm eating it up as best I can. He's got a really great looking full-size penis too; it's this side of five inches long, but looking longer on him because of his size. Nice package of nuts behind his dick, and everything is surrounded by short, barbered, pubic hairs that look very neat and soft. He sees me ogling his body and a big grin spreads across his ridiculously cute face, he spreads his arms wide and does some kind of complete turn on the ball of one foot that's probably a dance move of some sort... a pirouette, maybe? I'm enthralled, this boy has the perfect male physique! It's much like Robby's and Dodgers, but everything is smaller on Rajon, except for private parts, so it's even more striking than the Dickers' boys bodies. I'm still barely in the room, my back almost up against the door, as Rajon asks, "You like?" and, in a flash, he bends forward and pulls down my sweat pants, which wakes me from my stupor, and I go, "Hey, no..." as my jockey underwear is pulled down to my knees. When he pulled my underwear down past my new semi-boner it bounced up and down a few times with Rajon mumbling, "Nice!" and then he goes down on it with so much tongue action I'm "Ooooh'ing and aaaah'ing!" before I can get a fistful of his dark brown, surprisingly soft hair and pull his head away, croaking out, "Na, nooo, don't do that! We're only supposed to be talking!" His eyes are at the top of their sockets looking into my eyes with a startled expression on his face, like, 'what the hell is it now?" Spit wets around his lips, lips that felt so awesome on my bone, full lips that are perfectly formed and look so kissable. I absently pull on my dick, feeling the wetness there from his saliva, running my tongue around my mouth. I'm again thinking how there's no way I can stay angry with him, so I grin real friendly like, showing there's no hard feelings as I'm rustling my undies up, covering my crotch. When my sweatpants are also safely up around my waist, I calmly say, "Um, it's nice you think I'm, ah... whatever, but I have a boyfriend who I'm trying to stay true to and you're making it very difficult because you're, well... you're delicious, frankly; and as hot as a shooting star, so help me out here." I want to compliment him, not hurt his feelings because as soon as I have that talk with Robby and get his okay to get a little buddy sex on side, say with Rajon here, I want Rajon to still be up for it. Rajon casually says, "No, I'm not gonna help you stay true 'cause it's not fair! I don't have a boyfriend here at college, but if I did I'd share him once in a while." In my frame of mind what Rajon just said sounds sensible to me, so I go, "Yeah, you have a point there. Why not share?" and my arm goes around his bare shoulders to give him a little friendly squeeze, but instead of standing there enjoying my shoulder hug his arms go around my neck and, just like that, he's up on his toes with his lips against mine, then his tongue's in my mouth again and I quickly admit to myself that I've lost my quest to be true to Robby. I'll feel guilty about it later, but right now I can't help myself. Wrapping Rajon's small body in my arms, my head bends down to accommodate his size, and we're soon making-out like wild things. God almighty, this kid is so fucking hot it's sick! What a great mouth for making out with too, plus his sexy scent and wiry, strong, naked body; give me a fuckin' break here! Letting go of him while kicking my boots off, it's me pulling my pants down to my knees this time. Rajon's let go of my neck and helps me get my pants to my ankles, our mouths never separating as he get my pants to the floor using his nimble feet, and I finish by stepping out of my them. We both then work at getting my sweatshirt over my head, then my T-shirt and now I'm pressing my naked body against his and electric shocks, sexy electric shocks, ziz zag around my groin and shoot down to my feet and up to my nipples causing my shoulders to shudder. Rajon tightens his hold around my neck and effortlessly raises his legs to encircle my waist, locking the ankles on top of my buttocks. Oh my god, his body feels so smooth and silky against my bare skin. His boner is squeezed between our stomachs while mine is under his buttocks, between his legs, resting up against his ass crack, long-ways. He sucks my lips and tongue, and then we're French kissing in a frenzy. Lightheaded from lack of oxygen I pull off his mouth and inhale both oxygen and Rajon's unique bare-body odor. He humps his hips, pushing his boner a couple inches against my stomach, and when I feel the wetness of his precum he lets go of my neck, unwrapping his legs at the same time and, like a cat, drops lightly to the floor. My eyes are wide and my boner's pointing up at my chin as Rajon, with a big grin on his face along with shiny-wet saliva all around his mouth, bends over and once again takes my boner into his talented mouth and my hands go into his soft curly hair. A minute later he pulls off my dripping-wet cock and begins twisting and stroking it with his little fists while looking up at me with pleading eyes, then calmly says, "Fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me hard!" Swallowing uncomfortably, knowing I shouldn't, I get a hand under each of his armpits and pick him up, his legs going around my waist and his arms around my neck, like a toddler does when he's picked-up like this. We gaze into each others eyes, both of us hot to trot, then make-out some more spreading our combined saliva over our faces so we're soon slipping against each other's nose, licking lips and sucking tongues. I carry him to his disheveled bed and lay him down on his back, his legs remaining around my waist, his big eyes staring back at me as he wets a finger and reaches under to wet his hole, then he repeats himself, "Fuck my ass hard, Dylan... the way you know you want to. Am I right? You want to fuck me so bad, don't ya?" My mumbled response is, "Yeah, I do.." and he's soon scrunching up his face as I force my cock up his ass, with a long, "Ohhhhh, fuck..." from me 'cause it's been months since I've been a top; many months. Pulling back I see stars behind my eyes, flash bulbs popping off as well; Rajon groans and then quietly grunts, wiggling his ass as I push my six inch pole back up inside this pint-sized sexpot. Forgetting the initial hurt of entry Rajon uses his legs around my waist to pull me deeper inside him, and it's such an awesome feeling that for about a minute I let a long embarrassing hissing sound escape from between my teeth while I pull back and push in slowly, but steadily, "Hissssssssssss," as I'm going at it. What a great tight ass... soon the going gets smoother, and now I'm gritting my teeth to contain the sounds of pleasure as my boner slides up and back in Rajon's tight chute. He's leaning up off the bed, like a sit-up, so I reach down to grasp him under his armpits again and pull him upright and now he's more or less empaled on my boner, his arms again around my neck, little whimpering sounds from Rajon, then he mutters into the side of my neck, "This feels so good I can't even describe it!" and he begins using his arms to lift himself up off my cock four or five inches, then slowly sits back down on my boner making "Mmmmm," sounds each time he does it. It doesn't take but a little of Rajon fucking himself on my cock before my hips get moving rhythmically and I begin thrusting my boner up-and-back, like a piston. "Umph!" is what Rajon now utters every hard thrust of my big boner up his ass, and he immediately gives up his self-fucking efforts and becomes docile against my body, allowing me to hammer my cock up inside him while he bounces against my chest. With his arms around my neck he'd pulled himself up so our cheeks are together, then our lips, as my cock continues plowing up inside his body. Sweating and grunting, spunk churning in my nuts, the climax feeling comes on me hot and heavy... the sensation of cum boiling in my nuts gets my pee slit twitching, ready to fire off a stream of milky teen spunk. Then it's here! I make a partially controlled squealing noise while firing a burning stream of cum into Rajon's bowels; the big load begins drooling out even as another sharp string of spunk is sent up his ass, then a third and I can finally let my breath out. An enormous surge of sensations streaks from my groin up to make my scalp tingle and down causing my toes to curl. "Ohhhh," I go, as I inhale another huge lung-full of oxygen, my whole body tingling and buzzing like an electric shock. Damn! I need to do this more often! Rajon's making whimpering noises as he tightens his sphincter muscles with each of my thrusts, increasing the sensations in his anus and rectum and on my pulsing boner too. Breathing hard through my nose, I'm accepting that my climax pretty much has runs it's course, although my cock's still bone hard. Rajon's hasn't had his orgasm yet and he's back to pulling with his arms, lifting up and sitting down on my engorged cock. We're both perspiring, his hot forehead bumping against my shoulder. His heart's pounding against my chest as I'm loving the feel of his uniquely slim body against mine, but he's getting heavy. Even his relatively light body weight is wearing me down, so I lay him back on his bed and take his legs from around my waist to push them back on the bed, his knees near his head, and begin rabbit fucking his tight ass, breathing hard, sweat dripping off my forehead, determined to give Rajon a good fucking, leading to a great climax. It's not long before his face turns reddish brown and he tries to make a pleasure sound, but only sprays saliva from his mouth in a desperate need to climax, his eyes are bulging, then a long, "Eeeeeeeeee" as he's shooting a juicy string of spunk from the pulsating head of his cock, it splatters on his chin and is followed by a shorter, creamier shot as he's making a hollow sound in his throat, his eyes open wide, he flops up off the bed stroking his bone getting a very nice load of thick sticky cum to spurt out and splat on his belly button. I'm still pumping his ass with Rajon pushing back on my thrust, and two minutes later I shoot off a second small spurt of cum into his bowels which feels as good as the first. And then, dizzy and totally spent, I lean down on Rajon, chest to chest, with my cock slipping out of his ass as our heads move side by side, his legs almost automatically go around my torso... neither of us does anything in the way of showing affection because I don't think there's any affection between us; just an appreciation of a successfully shared sexual experience, a college hook-up. But no, it's not that cold or that cut and dry 'cause I like Rajon okay and I'd like to think I wouldn't do even casual sex with someone I didn't like. Two or three minutes later our blood pressure's back to normal, same for our heartbeat and pulse, and we're breathing regularly too... we're good. I get off Rajon, his cum sticking to my stomach as we peel apart. He's grinning big time now, then says, "Wow, that should hold me for awhile. How 'bout you, Dylan?" In an unfortunate whining voice, I tell him, "Awesome's the word for it, but dammit, I cheated on my boyfriend." Rajon says, "Don't go all dramatic on me ya big baby, we hooked up, that's all. Anyway, I told you you'd do it, didn't I? It's what you wanted to do whether you realized it or not, dude. I know these things..." Rajon's a psychic, in his own mind, but he did call this one correctly, and he's right about the big baby part too... I gotta deal with it, but I know myself and they'll be plenty of time for my guilty conscience to kick in, but dammit, maybe I gotta grow-up with that too. As we get dressed, Rajon's rummaging through a pile of dirty clothes looking for sweats to wear, I manage to convince him that I'm unable to spend the whole weekend in his bed, and he smiles in a way that indicates to me he doesn't want me in his bed all weekend in the first place. I'm noticing that there's quite a difference in his personality when he's horny and the sexually satisfied personality that he's demonstrating now. He's hyper and over-active when horny, but mellow and ultra cool now that he's sexually satisfied. It's almost a scary degree of change, like a split personality, although to be honest, he seems to be basically a nice kid in either circumstance. After getting dressed we walk to the quad for sodas; then go outside in the wintry weather so I can have a cigarette. Rajon explains how he hasn't had sex of any significance since Christmas, when he was back in his hometown doing it with an ex-boyfriend. What he exactly means by "sex of any significance" isn't clear to me, but Rajon is now acting like he's about five years older then when we first met, presumably because he was in heat before this afternoon, and now he's not. So, he seems more mature, but maybe not as interesting or as much fun as when he's in his horny persona. We talk for twenty minutes or so, then he gives me a quick kiss goodbye right on the lips, and right here in the middle of the quad, says, "Thanks, Dylan, you were great. You'll be my white boyfriend for the rest of the year, so rest up." When he hops up off the bench after the kiss he looks smugly into my eyes, and says with a grin "You really are a walking billboard, Dylan... a billboard saying, 'Let's fuck'!" and he laughs in a good-natured way. Me being a good sport, go, "Heh heh heh," although I'm not really caring for that remark all that much. And I don't feel it's a fair or accurate description of me either. Saying I'm a walking invitation for gay sex is unfairly insulting; I feel it is even though some deranged individuals have claimed sort of the same thing about me in the past. I mean, I can't help it how I look, right? Rajon takes my hand when he sees my expression, grins again, and adds, "Don't worry, only guys with good gaydar will pick up the vibes, and I mean only 'gay' guys with good gaydar!" I don't know how true anything he says is, but I'm determined not to let it bother me too much. Fact is, I've kinda had my fill of Rajon for the moment, but I don't want to be rude and brush him off so I goofily grin back at him. He's still standing here so, for something to do, I light another cigarette. Acting cooler and definitely more mature then I'm feeling at the moment, Rajon says, "Let's hook up again sometime, Dylan... I really enjoyed it." To be polite, I mumbled, "Me too," but I'm getting a little put off by Rajon's condescending attitude the last fifteen minutes or so. I miss his exuberant outwardly horny ways. I wonder how long before he's back to that persona. But for now, he waves and just takes off with a parting hot grin for me, leaving me sitting on the bench smoking. Sitting here with the cold weather my only companion, I'm like... hmmm, what the fuck happened the last half hour or so? Well, not to rationalize it too deeply: I gave-in to Rajon's desire to be fucked, but that's actually sorta Robby's fault. Let's face it, a normal healthy teenager with a regular sex drive, like me, can't be expected to go months at a time without sexual relief, and that's primarily why I let this happen. Well, okay, it hasn't been months, but Robby's been blase about our abstinence lately and that just ain't right. I'm thinking this harmless buddy sex with Rajon is pretty much understandable, and therefore excusable. What's the sense of starting a big sticky discussion about whether I do or don't have sort of a valid excuse for sliding off my promise of monogamy a little bit. After all, Rajon came on to me very hard and how many times did I say, "no!" to him? I'll give this all some more thought later, but for now why upset Robby for no good reason, which going into some stupid true confession when I haven't thought it out fully would do. Why complicate our weekend with this bizarre affair; this bizarre one-and-done slippage-affair. Yeah, I think I'm using my head here, as well as being considerate of Robby's best interest too. This tiny affair I've just had with Rajon actually will be beneficial for Robby's and my sex life together because it's reminded me that my dick sure feels awesome being the top, and I gotta bring up the versatile aspect of taking turns being the bottom, like Robby and I used to do. Ouuuuweee, the thought of fucking Robby like in the old days... that rocks! Ya know, if you look at things objectively you can usually find a positive aspect in there somewhere. The first positive I've discovered, like I just said, is that Robby and me will have better sex if we're versitile, and a second for me is remembering that Rajon isn't the first boy who got the hots for me and, like I said before, it's flattering and it builds up my self confidence which is something I can always use a little more of. Without verifying the logic of my two so-called 'positives' I check the time on my cell phone and see that I've still got at least an hour before Robby's gonna be done practice so I head back to the quad to kill some time. It's been quite an afternoon already. Back inside I hook up with a guy, Jasper Jenkins, who's in some of Robby's and my classes. Jasper and I do the "Whassup?" and then he introduces me to the couple he's with. The girl's his cousin, Sophia Sanders, and the boy's Sophia's boyfriend, Simon Holliday. They're visiting for the weekend; we say 'hi' and settle in to chill for a few minutes. I'm interested in this little group mainly because Simon looks a lot like what I imagine Justin Bieber will look like in a few years, and the blond hair is definitely part of the package; plus, Simon initially held eye contact with me longer then is appropriate, so that's something to look into, besides his good looks. I'm being casual about all this, not groping myself like I might have done if I hadn't had two orgasms up Rajon's ass recently. Instead of being kinda shy like I can be around kids I don't know, I actually feel cool, saying, "Dude, you look like somebody..." and he goes, "Yeah, I hear that a lot; it's Bieber, right?" I point at him, and go, "No, no... not him!" and it gets everyone chuckling. It's awesome to feel this together; over the last couple of years I never feel relaxed unless I'm sexually satisfied. I've admitted many times that I'm probably over-sexed, but what the fuck can I do about it, ya know? I'm born this way. Anyway, I've plopped myself down on a chair across from Simon 'cause I like the view; we exchange mysterious 'looks', and then he explains to me, "Sophia and me bunked the whole day's worth of classes at school today, and then on the spur of the moment drove up here from Philly. We needed to chill and get away from that scene for a couple of days. Conveniently, her cousin, Jasper here, invited us to hook up with him for a weekend in Boston." I nod my head, like, "Un huh," as Sophia sings an off key verse from the song, "Please come to Boston for the springtime," which gives me the creeps a little bit, so to help return us all to reality, I say, "You're early for spring time," but Simon's apparently not too interested in what the rest of us has to says, in a bored manner, he absently asks, "Early for what?" and now I'm definitely noticing something's not right with this awesome looking dude. My friend Jasper, asks Simon, "What'd ya mean by bunked? You said you 'bunked' classes?" Simon raises his eyebrows like he's surprised he needs to explain this, and says, "As in 'absence ourselves from', ya know?" Jasper mumbles, "Oh, like skipped?" Simon rolls his eyes and looks at Sophia, while I'm wondering, "Can it be that this Bieber look-alike is a complete asshole? What a waste that would be!" Simon apparently doesn't feel Jasper's question warrants an answer, ignoring it, he says to me, "It's totally random that we're here; as of last night at ten o'clock we had no plans. Then Sophia texts Jasper and, pow, pow! here we are!" Like we should all be excited about that. By now Jasper's looking like he has a toothache, so to change the subject, and maybe the mood, I ask what school his cousin, Sophia, goes to and together she and Simon both say, "The University of Pennsylvania!" I guess they're eager to impress me with that information, and it is an impressive Ivy League school, but just to pull Simon's chain a little bit, I do an exaggerated, "Penn! Wow!" He shrugs, taking my phony excitement as his do, then says, "Ya know, Penn's awesome fer sure, but there are some terrible college scenes in the Philadelphia area. Sophia and I get invited out a lot and we've been to a lot of parties at different colleges, so we kinda like know what we're talking about here." Sophia says, "Oh yeah, like Swarthmore college, where the freaks come out at night. Remember that party, Simon?" Jasper and me exchange glances, wondering what these two dinks are gonna be saying about our little suburban college. Simon snorts out a laugh at Sophia's remark, and says, "Christ, Swarthmore! How could I forget that nightmare of a party. The girls there dress like hippies, wearing khaki pants and boots, and how 'bout all the greasy and odoriferous hair on those gals." Sophia butts in, "Yeah, and the guys look like they haven't showered in days with ridiculous beards and disgusting clothes." I go, "Everyone at Swarthmore's like that?" Together they say, "Most of 'em!" and Simon adds, "My theory is that they're all ugly to start with, so by rocking this stupid look they can give the excuse that they choose to look like this." They go on to describe some hard-to-believe details of a party they attended there with a friend from Penn. As they talk I smile to myself thinking how us college kids do more gossiping and behind-the-back talking about our peers than just about any group you can think of. I never noticed this much back-stabbing in high school. Hell, by the time we graduate college, we'll have talked ourselves into thinking everyone except whoever we're with sucks! They conclude their demolition of the Swarthmore college party scene with, "The closest thing they have to a good time is a Dunkin Donuts and a Renato's Pizza shop, and a train station to get them the hell out of town." Simon says, "Yeah, that's all true about Swarthmore, but actually, it's more a common thread throughout the Philadelphia College scene." Sophia's like, "It's true; why can't everyone just get fucked-up and be happy." Simon's nodding his head as if Sophia just said something that made sense. I sneak a quick look at Jasper, who has an expression on his face like he's just realizing he never really knew his cousin all that well, and now he's got a whole weekend with her and her obnoxious boyfriend. I'm trying to keep from laughing at Jasper's predicament while Simon continues his pompous evaluation of the Philadelphia area college scene. He goes, "Believe it or not I actually had a good time at a couple of parties at Drexel; Drexel, of all places! I kid you not, but you do have a solid chance of getting laid on that campus. So, even though Drexel's annually on the list of the ugliest college campuses in America, you can still party there 'cause some of the girls are actually fuckable." Sophia's digging something out of her huge purse, mumbling, "The guys are definitely not fuckable though," and she comes up with a fat joint, asking, "Jasper, where can we smoke this?" Before Jasper can answer, Simon butts in discussing the benefits of pot smoking versus pot brownies, and that dissertation, plus seeing the size of their joint, clears up something I was wondering about... I now know these two are high. Okay, they may still be complete assholes, but now there's at least a chance, when sober, they're not, where before I'm thinking, "Assholes to the max!" Simon babbles on, "If you're a normal guy you can rock out, even at Drexel, and I'm sorry for the freaks who don't categorize 'normal' as really being 'normal' and are therefore mislead into believing they're normal themselves and it's everyone else who has issues. Get a grip, you're not normal dude, face it!" It's not clear who Simon is referring to, but I've had enough of the Philly college scene travelogue so I check my watch, saying, "Gotta run, nice meeting you guys. Interesting stuff, um... see ya later, Jasper!" and off I go. The last thing I hear is Sophia's whine, "Where can we smoke this fucking hemp?" I didn't look back because I felt bad for Jasper. If I looked back and his pathetic look of desperation was severe enough, I might take pity on him and hang with him longer, offering morale support, and I really, really don't wanna do that. Anyway I gotta meet Robby. It's funny how fast the glow of fucking Rajon has faded, but that's the way it is sometimes with casual buddy sex... it's for the immediate moment, maybe a little bit longer, but nothing lasting. Of course those two Penn students I just spent time with didn't help. They could dampen the glow of a Kennedy Space Center's launch of the space shuttle; and jeez, what a shame too, Simon was yummy looking and might even be gay or bi, but no thanks, I'm gonna let you pass. I got the strong sense that Simon suffers with strong narcissistic tendencies; in other words, he doesn't give a shit about anybody else but himself. Walking toward the quad I see Travis Hunter standing by himself shivering beneath his hooded Merrimack College sweatshirt wrapping his arms around his thin chest for warmth. I know him from high school, but we never hung out together there... now every time we run into each other here at college it's like we were best buds for years. When I'm almost next to him, he looks up, exclaiming, "Dylan, dude! Wassup?" I mumble, "Not much, Travis," as we do a quick hand shake, one arm hug, and pat on the back. Travis is very good looking, but not especially cute because he's one of those guys who looks older then he is. "Love your beanie, Dylan!" I look at him wondering if he's pulling my chain; his eyes are beaming behind wire-rimmed glasses and a grin breaks out on his handsome face, which tells me nothing. At times I think Travis is coming on to me, although he does have a steady girlfriend, and he's had the same one since junior year in high school too. I go, "Thanks, where ya headed?" He says, "Just finished a smoke and now I'm going back in the quad, to kick back, ya know? How 'bout you, dawg?" I mumble, "The same, I'm waiting for Rob Dickers to get out of baseball practice so I can grab a ride back to the crib with him." Travis puts his arm across my shoulders, and says, "Sweet! I'll keep ya company if you don't mind," and we walk up the sidewalk with me explaining again how Chubby, Robby, and I got to share an apartment at the Royal Crest, and he's like, "Awesome, that's so sick! I'm in a dorm with Harry Black, for christssakes!" We both laugh, I go "Yeah, I remember you telling me about your good luck of the draw." Travis says, "Good luck my ass. Last Saturday at Tracy's beer party Harry drunk himself stuporous, then fell asleep in Tracy's fucking bed... and I mean under the fucking covers!" I go, "A JV move fer sure!" and we laugh again. A couple of times I've fantasized Travis fucking me 'cause there's just something about him when we're together. He's wicked nice to me, sort of deferential... I don't know what to make of him, although if he were bisexual, I'm thinking having sex with him would be so hot I'm gonna need sunscreen. Inside the quad Travis treats me to a Yoohoo and gets one for himself; we sit in the lounge drinking them and congratulating ourselves on being college students. In that vein we start coming up with the differences between high school and college. Travis takes a big sip of Yoohoo, then says, "Yeah dawg, in high school, you need to live with your parents. In college you get to live with your friends," and I go, "Everyone except you!' and we laugh. How come we never became friends in high school I wonder; that's so weird because now we're so relaxed together. I say, "In high school, the fire drills are planned by the administration; here at Merrimack, they're at the mercy of drunk frat boys on their way home when the bars close!" and that gets us chuckling and retelling the classic story of Fred Administer, a past custodian here who regularly set off the fire alarm, but wasn't caught for years, not until cameras were installed on campus. The switch for the outdoor lights was next to a fire alarm test switch and many evenings Fred would be too hammered to know the difference. Many a college kid was grilled about the bogus fire alarms. This story getting retold frequently is an example of how things that aren't really funny seem funny if you're in the right frame of mind, and I'm feeling good tonight; sexually satisfied and all that, and now hooked up with a friend to pass the time until I can meet up with Robby. Tonight I'm going to be especially accommodating to Robby because in spite of my excellent rationalization about screwing Rajon, I do have a tiny little guilty conscience bothering the back of my mind. Travis taps my thigh, and says, "In high school when the teacher says 'good morning' we mumble the same thing back at him. In college if the professor says 'good morning' we write it down." We chuckle, then rag on some kids from high school who we both consider losers, then knock our high school teachers, particularly Mrs. Stricklin who Travis said, "Had delusions of adequacy." A kid Travis knows comes over to tell him, Liz, Travis' girlfriend, has been trying to call him and when Travis checks his cell phone it's still turned-off from his last class so he calls Liz and gets into a heated argument with her. I stand, doing a pantomime like, "I gotta go... peace!" and he's waving and trying to smile at me, but he's pissed at his girlfriend about something, and I'm glad to be moving on. Actually, Robby should have called me as we planned, fifteen minutes ago. That's when practice was scheduled to end, and they do everything by-the-numbers at this practice, at least according to the pre-practice instructions Robby received. I wander down to the practice facility trying to call Robby's cell, but it's turned off, so I leave a message saying I'm on my way. The air-pressured bubble used for the indoor practice facility appears empty and I'm about to turn around when skinny, quiet, Ryan Wilcocks walks out the front door, pulling at the back of his pants. He looks up, sees me and appears startled, his face turning bright red. I go, "Yo, Ryan... ya seen Rob Dickers?" He shakes his head from side to side one time, and says an emphatic, "No! Why would I see him?" I chuckle, and say, "Um, maybe because you're the fucking locker room manager, equipment manager, of the baseball team... huh?" A manager, by the way, is another way of saying 'flunky' because their job is to pick-up after the players, get them water, haul the equipment around, and that sort of thing. Ryan goes, "No shit, Newman! I'm the locker room guy alright, but that don't mean I keep tabs on Rob Dickers just in case you wanna know where he is." This kid's not normally confrontational at all, I say, "What's wrong, Ryan? Why so bitchy tonight?" He's walking away, waving his hand dismissive-ly at me, saying, "I don't know what you're talking about." Okay, that was odd, but what to do about Robby? Where the fuck is he?" and my cell rings then, and guess who? "Robby, dawg, where ya at, dude?" He says, "Don't bother coming down here, I'll meet ya in the quad," and I'm like, "You're still in the practice facility? Ah, I saw what's his face, the mana..." Robby interrupts, "Ah, I was getting new spikes from the locker room manager, my old ones are too small." I hesitate, what the fuck? I just saw Ryan and he claimed not to know anything about where Robby is. I ask, "Ya mean, Ryan Wilcocks?" and Robby says, "Yeah, he's the locker room guy, isn't he?" I feel weird 'cause there some lying going on and it looks like the lying is directed towards me, which can't be a good thing. I go, "See ya at the quad, Robby..." and click the cell shut. Hmmm, what do we have here? Skinny Ryan Wilcocks is my competition for Robby's cock; is that it? So much for feeling good, nice while it lasted, and balls to this predicament!" to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com