Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2016 22:24:49 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE Chapter 5

DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE


Chapter 5


By  Donny Mumford


Walking  up the short hall from the bathroom I hear the guys on the balcony
 laughing, then my eyes focus on the after-dinner mess in the kitchen.
Huh, I'll clean-up in there before rejoining the guys and maybe while  doing
some mindless cleaning I can make some sense out of what's  up with Ryan. We
were on the best of terms when I left Georgia, and we  texted regularly since
then, but from the minute he arrived at Merrimack there's  been some kind
of miscommunication between us. I sensed something  was off when I was with
him this afternoon and it continued  during dinner and right up until he left
a few minutes ago. We're not  on the same wavelength. Plus, we had some
minor arguing with him claiming  I'm flirting with him, and me claiming if I'm
doing that it's  totally unintentional.  Here's my best guess:  Ryan became
so used to my deferential manner in Marietta that he expected  more of the
same from me here at Merrimack. In other  words, we're experiencing an
adjustment period. He was completely  in-charge during my nine weeks in Georgia
and I  was completely compliant with just about any and everything he  said,
but that's changed now that we're fellow students and friends.  Anyway,
that's basically what I think we need to communicate  about. It's kind of
paradoxical that he expected more of the same  deferential treatment here from me
while I'm surprised I  still feel as much of it as I do two months after the
 fact.
The  prime example of how in-charge Ryan was in Georgia happened on my very
last day  there. He expected me to follow his rigid routine right up to the
end, even  insisting it was my normal haircut day. He gave me the haircut
mere  hours before we left for the airport on my way home. Weirdly, I hardly
complained about how stupid and unnecessary it was to do that. So that's
how compliant I'd become by then. I remember watching him walk away at the
airport and me immediately feeling a little lost. I missed him being there
making decisions. I definitely formed a kind of admiration for  him over
those nine weeks so it's no small thing we're dealing with now. I  wasn't 'in
love' with him, but I felt a love for him much like the  way I feel love for a
couple of other close friends. I'm not implying  he was some kind of tyrant
or a benevolent dictator, um, or maybe  benevolent dictator isn't such a
terrible description of him in Marietta.  But he was more subtle than the word
'dictator' implies. In his defense, he  thought he was helping me mature
even though I didn't feel  I needed his help. No harm in it though; he had
good intentions. I told  him before I left the only reason for me not
continuing  our Marietta relationship here at college is my devotion  and love for
Robby. That's all that separated me from a possible life  with Ryan as my
better half. That shows how much I approved of the way  he handled being
in-charge. Of course, when I say 'that's all  that separated me from a life with
Ryan', in actuality Robby is  a monumental obstacle for Ryan to overcome. An
insurmountable  one actually. I was just being nice softening the fact he and
I have  zero chance as long as Robby and I are in love, and I don't see
that ever  changing.
I  do admire the way Ryan's changed from the way he was when I first  met
him. He's grown and matured in positive ways that I've come to respect  and,
like I said, he's basically a nice person. Most of the credit for  his
transformation has to go to him, although I helped rehabilitate his image in
Marietta. The thing is, I  know what true love is with Robby so I knew my
feelings for  Ryan were nothing like true love. Actually I feel bad that Ryan
continues to have this 'thing' for me. It sounds stupid, but I wish he  would
stop thinking he loves me. That would make everything a great deal  less
complicated, and we could be best buddies. Anyway, the feelings I have  for him
and Robby are so different it's not even funny, and yet in  some ways those
two seem to be getting more alike all the time. Not their  appearance
obviously; Robby is much better looking with a superior body so  there's no
realistic grounds for a comparison in that regard. What I  meant is they
seemingly are becoming more alike in the way they  interact with me, and maybe
somehow I'm partially responsible for  that. I think they're both good bosses.
As  for myself, I've never wanted to be bossy or in-charge of anyone; it's
not my nature. That doesn't mean I'm wimpy or weak the way macho types
might  assume. I've never been afraid to accept responsibility, which I've done
a  lot of in my early life. It's relief from responsibility I seek. And I'm
not implying, 'Oh, poor me, poor Dylan!' because I don't now, and  never
have, felt sorry for myself; quite the contrary as I think I've led a  lucky
life so far. That doesn't change the simple fact that Chubby and  I have had
an extraordinary amount of responsibility on our shoulders since we  were
very young, so now I'd like to take a break from that, which is why I  favor
guys who take charge. Chubby, on the other hand, has always happily been
in-charge and has always been a leader. Even in social  situations, or any
situation he chooses, he takes charge with his big smile  and a personality
that's just as big. That comes naturally to him, so our  experiences of
growing-up mostly on our own were more  or less right in his wheelhouse, so to
speak.
And what  the fuck does all this mean anyway?  I really don't know. It
might mean nothing because nothing is going to make  me change how I feel about
Robby. I  can't control how Ryan feels about me or, apparently, how I feel
about him; not  yet I can't. Bottom line, here's what I'm thinking, or
hoping:  as  time passes without Ryan being in-charge of anything having to do
with me  he'll become more accepting of that fact.  Following the same logic,
with time I'll lose the flickers of leftover feelings I have about him
being dominant. So, maybe it's as simple as  letting time go by. I didn't think
about it when it happened but I've  already taken the first step in moving
away from his in-charge status  by bulking at his 'order' earlier tonight. He
wanted me to deceive Robby by  saying I needed the Mini tomorrow. Ryan's
plan was for me to ride over with him  to his dorm, have sex, and then I'd
drive the Mini back to my place. I  said, 'NO' I wouldn't do something as
devious as that to Robby. So, the  more times I say 'no' to Ryan the better off
we'll both be. At the same  time I don't want to be cruel or mean-spirited
about it. I love Ryan  as a friend, plus he's never done anything to me that
deserves cruel  or mean-spirited treatment from me.
Ryan  aside, my future plans primarily consist of being the best boyfriend
I can be  for Robby. That's my number one priority as far as relationships
are  concerned. I say that even though Robby and Danny Monday may very  well
be having some recreational side-sex again. If they are, so  what? I may
have some with Ryan, or someone else. Being the best boyfriend  for Robby
doesn't prohibit some side sex. Not as long as Robby wants to  leave the option
open for himself. The  bottom line of all these musings is I'm still not sure
what to do about Ryan,  but I do know what to do about Robby... he and I
are on that long, long road of  life together forever.
I'm emptying the  dishwasher while considering all these crazy meandering
ideas,  then I jump a foot off the floor when Danny Monday asks, "Can I  get
a couple of beers, Dylan?" I go, "Oh, shit! Ha ha, you startled the hell out
 of me." He looks startled himself as I chuckle, saying, "Not your  fault.
I was in a trance. You need beers? Sure thing" and I move aside  so he can
get by me to the refrigerator. To make conversation, I ask, "What  courses
are you taking this year?" He pulls two cans of beer out of the  refrigerator,
saying, "I've got that Investment  Principles course  with you and Rob on
Tuesdays and Thursdays, but that's the only one we have  together." Huh, I
guess that surprises me.  Changing the  subject, Danny asks, "Um, what do you
think about Golden, Rob's  freshman?" I shrug, "He's a good barber," and
Danny grins, asking, "Any chance  he's gay, do ya think?" I shake my head, "I'm
guessing no, but he has twin  brothers and one of the twins is supposedly
gay. At least that's what Rob  told me." Danny pops the tab on one of the
cans of beer and drinks some,  burps, then says, "Well, my freshman is a macho
loud-mouth asshole. He  thinks he's a hot shit because he was first team All
State where he  lives. Delaware I think he said. Anyway, Rob lucked out
with Golden, compared to  my freshman anyway." He slides by me in our tiny
kitchen, saying, "Why don't you  c'mon out and join us..." I go, "Yeah, I'll be
out in a  second."
Finished  unloading the dishwasher I consider getting a beer myself except
I don't  really want one. Screw peer pressure, instead of a beer I walk out
on the  balcony with a Snapple, and Chubby asks, "Where ya been, bro?" He
comes  over to give my shoulders a squeeze. Golden follows him over to me like
 Chubby's puppy dog. All five of us soon get into a discussion about
professors and how we can gain some insight into them during tomorrow's all  day
orientation classes. Robby says, "Dylan and I are going to all  three
orientations we have together, and I'll go to my fourth one too."  Chubby says,
"That's a waste of time, Rob. You'll find out what the professors  are like
during the first class for each course. Orientations are helpful  during
freshman year only," and he looks at Golden, "You need to go to all  of yours."
Golden smirks at him, saying, "I'm here on a scholarship to play  baseball,
but I'm not stupid. I know damn well I'm never going to make it  to the next
level, to the pros, so of course I'll be at every  orientation."  Chubby
mutters, "Brown-noser," then grins, saying, "But after freshman  year
orientations are a waste of time." Danny says, "I don't think  they are. If you only
pick up one helpful clue from the professor it's  worth twenty minutes of
your time." Everyone's comparing their schedules now,  and arguing about who
chose the worst courses. It's all based on  scuttlebutt as to which
professors to stay clear of and which ones to sign  up for.
Talk peters-out eventually and Robby says, "I don't know about you  guys,
but I'm ready to call it a night." Everyone agrees and Robby goes,  "Um,
Danny, would you give Golden a ride back to campus?" Chubby says,  "I'll take
him, Rob. His dormitory is one over from John Beverly's and mine."  Everyone
thanks me for dinner, then John Beverly suggests I make this a  weekly thing.
I say, "Watch for your invitation via text message Johnny. If  you don't
get one, don't come." Golden says, "What if it's an anonymous text?"  which
gets a laugh. John Beverly tells me, "Don't call me Johnny, pal." I say,
"Don't call me pal, Johnny." As they're all leaving, Chubby goes, "Jesus, I
think that routine's was big in the fifties..." I don't hear the rest of what  he
said because they're all pounding down the steps to the parking  lot.
Robby went down with the guys to open his pickup so Golden can get the
barbering tools. That reminds me, I need to ask Ryan to return my good barber
clippers; the ones I left with him in Georgia. Then it's just Robby and me
in a quiet apartment. He rubs my back, saying, "Everything went pretty well
tonight, don't you think, Dylan?" Avoiding the Ryan conundrum, I nod, "Yep,
 it was a good christening for our apartment." Robby glances at the
kitchen, and goes, "Wow, you cleaned up and put everything away.  Thanks, babe!" I
grin, happy I pleased him, then ask, "You ready for bed?" and  he says, "I
sure am, and as head of the household I'm insisting on some loving  with my
significant other." I go, "That term, 'significant other', blows!" He  puts
his arms around me, swaying us a little, murmuring, "Yes, it does. I meant
to say, my lover and the light of my life." I lean in against him,
mumbling, "I like that better."
While there are still confusing mixed-messages in my head about Ryan,
there are none about Robby. Being in his arms I experience a calm wonderful
feeling like I'm in a warm safe place and... well, it's hard to  describe. I only
feel this way when I'm in Robby's arms; it's  like that corny sentiment
that claims anyplace Robby is, is home for  me. He murmurs, "This is nice, just
the two of us. I love the way you meld  against me, Dylan... it's sweet.
You are the most lovable person ever! It's like  I feel loved simply by loving
you." I murmur, "Thank you for telling me  that, Robby." We sway ever so
slightly with him whispering, "Somehow you  radiate your contentedness being
in my arms. How do you do that, babe?" I shrug,  and he murmurs, "Well, It's
makes me feel special." Still swaying together, my  chin resting on his left
shoulder, and the sides of our faces touching, it's  like we're slow
dancing to a tune unheard. I murmur, "I don't do  anything, it's you, Rob. It's
you who are special, with or without me," and  I hug around his waist tightly,
then move my head face to face with  his so I can kiss his lips, "I love
you, Robby, and I have for  longer then I even realized. You've always been
more than a  very special loving boyfriend to me. More than I deserve, that's
for sure."  He goes, "Hey, you're supposed to be the emotional one in our
love affair, but  you'll have me weeping if you keep this up."
Looking him in the eyes I smile, quietly saying, "Well, we can't have
that, can we? I mean, you're the strong clear-thinking head of our household,
Rob. You're my man." Grinning he says, "Yeah, I am, and I'll never let you
down, Dylan." I go, "You never have." He shakes his head slightly, mumbling,
"Yeah, I have. There've been times best left unspoken, but I'm trying  as
hard as I can not to let you down from now on." He tugs on my arm a  little
and gets me walking with him to the bedroom. Without undressing we fall  on
the bed, Robby's chest on mine. We get into a slow sensuous  make-out, gently
rubbing our hands on one another. I like running my fingers  through his
hair and do it until I find myself grinning in the middle of a kiss.  Robby
lifts his head, asking, "What, babe? Why'd you  smile just now?" I ruffle his
hair, murmuring, "Oh, I was running my  fingers through your hair when a
dumb ass thought came to mind. It's  me acting childishly jealous when you
asked that country-bumpkin to give you a  haircut. I'd hoped to do some maturing
this summer, but then I acted  like a baby because you let someone else cut
your hair. So I grinned at what an  ass I am."
Robby slides off my chest and pulls me against his side, saying, "Here's  a
true confession, babe. I felt the same way when Ryan took over your
haircuts."  I go, "You did? How come you never said anything?" He grins, "Because
I'm  not a big baby like you." I pull his hair, chuckling, "I never should
have  admitted my feelings." He goes, "Ha, you don't need to verbalize them.
You wear  them on your sleeve; well, actually your face and especially your
eyes. You're  an amazing open book that I love reading, Dylan. An open book
that's given me so  much joy and pleasure these last three years it's almost
impossible to believe."  It's my turn to rustle around on the bed until I'm
laying partially on his  chest now, the side of my forehead touching his
cheek, my lips kissing his  neck. He says, "You smell nice," and I murmur, "I
know. That's why I have this  dumb habit of smelling the back of my hand or
wrist." He chuckles, "The things  you admit to, jeezus! You're one of a
kind."
We  lie together as Rob's quietly talking, then he goes,  "HEY! Are you
giving my neck a hickey?" I snort out a laugh, mumbling, "I sort  of did, yeah,
but not intentionally." He says, "Let's get  undressed and you can worship
your man's body." He said 'your man's' as a joke because I call him that.
Sitting up quickly I pop a  button getting my shirt off as I mumble, "You are
my man, Rob." Robby stands to  get undressed, muttering, "I'm your man,
huh?" Lifting my ass off the  edge of the mattress I'm pulling my underwear off,
then glance at my  cock as it bobs up and down one time in its semi-boner
state. I stroke it a few times, then Robby  bends over grabbing my ankles
and pulls my legs around on the bed  again so I'm lying flat on my back. He
climbs on the bed and lies  next to me putting his hands behind his head,
saying,  "Start worshipping your man's body, Dylan." I lean over for a kiss on
his  sexy lips, then suck on his right nipple before licking down the middle
of  his chest continuing down his stomach and across his belly button,  then
take his cock in my mouth. Looking up I see the glistening path  my saliva
left behind and grin around his cock that's in  my mouth, slurping on most
of his four inch penis. When it's firmed up  pretty good I take it out and
hold it in my fingers, licking all  around the head. Robby grunts moving his
ass on the mattress, then he humps  his ass off the mattress rubbing his
fingers all around his groin. He's boned-up  tightly already as we're both very
sexual guys; me even more so than  Robby. I can get a boner from a few of
his kisses, or even just  laying with him and savoring the feel of him next to
me and the subtle  sexy scent of him. Only with Robby do I reach this
intense level  of arousal, and that's mostly because I'm in love with him. I know
he likes  me sucking his cock, and I love doing it, so I'm going to suck a
climax out of  his nuts again tonight. And I'm not worried that we won't
have anal sex  later; he recovers quickly. A lover's fuck will probably be our
sexual encore.
On my  knees between his legs I'm intently sucking on the head of his cock
again getting that fat sex organ of his even harder, and I  continue
sucking on it until I taste precum and Robby's squirming on  the mattress grunting
and moaning, his fingers in my hair. Swallowing precum I  take his boner
out of my mouth and hold his slippery cock in my fist and  stroke it as I push
his legs back. His asshole lifts off the mattress  nicely and, still
holding his boner in my fist, I suck on his balls, then  under his scrotum and
along the short trip from the back of his nuts  to his asshole. His anus is
really clean, like it always is. Robby squirms and  moans some more, then pulls
his legs back further so I can more easily  rim his asshole. Licking over
it and all around it for about a minute  has Robby's gasping and pulling my
hair. Slurping on his anus, then I get a  little of my tongue inside him. His
anus tightens around my tongue as I push a  little more tongue inside. When
I get his asshole slippery and loose I get  even more of my tongue up there
with Robby lifting his ass off the  bed, humping his hips gasping and
breathing noisily. My tongue  comes out and I stick my middle finger all the way
up his ass. He lifts his hips  again as I'm rubbing his prostate getting
precum drooling out of his cock and  rolling down the fingers of my fist. I
tighten my hold on his throbbing boner  licking over his quivering asshole a
few more times and, letting  go of his cock, I take it in my mouth again. His
cock is now as  hard as a cock can get, straining against the stretched
foreskin that's pulled  back tightly.
Feeling  extremely aroused now,  I stroke my hard boner a few times, then
grin a little when I glance up at Robby  and see his lips clenched as he
makes grunting, gulping sounds in his throat,  extremely aroused and on the edge
of climax. More precum drips out of the  gaping piss slit as he gets closer
and closer to blowing his load.  Sliding his stiff boner back and forth on
my warm moist  tongue, then I suck on it before moving my head forward
pushing my  face against his groin with his pubic hairs surround my nose, mouth,
and chin.  That move forced the head of his hard cock past my gag reflex
area  and into my throat. Bobbing on it a half dozen time makes Robby gasps as
his body gets tight and his hips hump with cum shooting from his cock  and
coating my throat with his creamy jism. Pulling my head back a  little the
next stream of cum coats my tongue. I pull his cock out  just as a last spurt
of cum flies out splattering on my chin. My  climax is ready to explode as
I scrunch my face at the intense  pleasure of impending orgasm, then two
tight strokes on my hard boner  and I'm squealing as a long stream of cum fires
up from my nuts  and out the super sensitized head of my rock-hard boner to
splash against  Robby's buttocks. Oooh gawd! I pop my boner inside his ass
and the next stream of creamy cum coats his bowels. Thrusting my  cock back
and forth in his ass gets my body shaking as  another eruption of orgasmic
sensations reach an unbelievably high  pleasure peak as another
scintillating stream of cum shoots from my  cock inside Robby. Oh my God, that's the
height of pleasure  and nothing else can approach it. It's primal  pleasure so
intense the world stops for an instance and then from the apex of  sexual
pleasure the sensations retreat to roll all over my body  and I gasp then lay
back on the bed pulling my cock from his ass. Swishing my  tongue around,
tasting Robby's spunk for a second, then I let out a  deep sigh of contentment
feeling the last of buzzing climax sensations  fading as my shoulders
shuddering one last time, followed by another breathy  sigh from me.
Robby  drops his legs flat on the mattress and does a little chuckling
before  muttering, "Oh man, that was really hot sex. Jezzus, you do that oral
sex awesomely, Dylan. Wow, and your cock felt so good up my ass."  I'm still
taking deep breaths nodding my head and swiping at his cum on my  chin while
wondering how many guys besides myself have orgasms from sucking  cock.
Robby goes, "Oooh, sorry about my spunk on your chin," then he moves  his ass
back and forth on the sheet, making a face, asking, "Did some  of your load
hit my buttocks?" I go, "Yep, and some of it is up  your ass  too. Sticky,
huh?" He nods, and we lay here another minute or two savoring our  sex
together, then Robby mutters, "Guess we need to clean ourselves up  a little, huh?"
I go up on my knees, sitting back on my ankles looking  down at Robby and
grin. He sits up and leans over for a kiss, then, "C'mon,  babe, help me get
your spunk off my ass."  Following him into the bathroom  I use a washcloth
to wipe my creamy goo off Robby ass, then push some  of the washcloth inside
him. He mutters, "That's good, babe." After washing  his cum off my chin
with the same washcloth that's all the cleaning-up we  need to do since I
swallowed the majority of his load.
Back  in the bedroom, Robby goes, "Let's change  the bedding," so that's
what we do, then pull on sweatpants and share a Coke on  the balcony as we
smoke a cigarette. I'm thinking about Chubby's plan for giving  up cigarettes,
then smile because I think this is only the fourth cigarette I've  had
today; far from the fifteen he says we're allowed to have. Robby asks,  "What's
with Ryan and you tonight? What where you arguing about?" I  go, "Oh, it's
too stupid to go into, Rob. We're in an adjustment period I  think. Lack of
communication or something."  He exhales smoke, asking, "How so?" Jeez, I
don't want to get into  this, but he asked, so I say, "When I lived with him,
Ryan was my boss at work  as well as being in-charge when we weren't working."
Robby grins, "Oh,  so you made him a temporary head of the household, huh?"
I shrug, "I  guess you could say that, although I never thought of it in
that way  exactly. Anyway I think, oh I don't know for sure, but maybe  Ryan's
expecting me to be as deferential to him at college as I was in  Georgia."
Robby  smokes for thirty seconds, maybe thinking about that, then asks, "Ya
think  so, huh? Just how deferential were you anyway?" I go, "Well, he was
the only  person I knew in Georgia and I was living under his roof with his
odd parents,  so I depended on him a lot, and I was pretty fucking
deferential I guess  you could say." Robby goes, "And that asshole took advantage of
the situation,  right?" I shake my head, "No, he was very nice the whole
time, pretty much."  Robby mutters, "I guess you were at his disposal anytime
he felt like having  sex," and I say, "It wasn't like that, Rob. Our sex was
totally consensual  one-hundred-percent of the time." He says, "Shit, I
don't know why I'm  torturing myself, but was there frequent consensual sex?" I
say, "Yes," and he  goes, "Well, you're honest to a fault, aren't you,
Dylan? Couldn't you lie  once in a while?" I  say, "No, not to you."  Nodding his
head, he flicks his cigarette butt over  the balcony railing and off the
trunk of an old  Volkswagen below, and goes, "Like you said, you had nobody
else but him and I  know you're a very sexual person, so it's pretty much what
I expected." In  my defense, I mumble, "But I came home earlier then
planned."  He mutters, "Yeah, there's that." I half expect some kind of confession
 from Robby now, although I don't need to hear one especially. Then he
does confess, sort of, mumbling, "I wasn't exactly a choir boy last  summer
myself, until you came home that is. Then I devoted all my sexual urges
towards you. Um, when I wasn't working that is, which happened too many nights I
know, but I'll make up for lost time now that we're living together." I
say, "I told you already that you're doing an awesome job of that. Totally
awesome." He grins, "Thanks, it's my pleasure to make you squeal, which happens
 to be my favorite sound."
Taking  a chance, I go, "Um, just so we're on the same page, Rob, we're
still  leaving the option open should some recreational meaningless side-sex
present itself under such ideal conditions that it'd be awkward to  reject,
and it might even hurt someone's feelings, or their  self-image,  should we
reject their proposal?" He laughs out loud, then grinning,  asks, "Was that a
question?" I go, "Yeah, with a few qualifiers thrown in  to soften the
premise." He says, "Yes, my frisky boyfriend, we're still  able to sow some wild
oats occasionally. The key word in your  elaborate description of side-sex
was the word 'meaningless'." I nod, "Uh  huh, it's all meaningless compared
to sex with you, Rob, but occasionally, ya  know, stuff happens." He says,
"Yeah, well it's unlikely that stuff happens to  me as often as it probably
does for you, but yeah... stuff sometimes  does happens. Often with adult
beverages involved." I nod my head, pleased  to have that reconfirmed. As an
afterthought,  Robby mumbles, "Although it would be nice to go through our
senior year as  monogamist lovers, don't ya think? To get in practice for when
we're  married?" I go, "Whatever you say is what I'll do. Seriously, I mean
that." He  gets his arms around me again and I snuggle in against him
feeling really  good, like I always do in his arms. He whispers in my ear, "I love
 you," and I smile because I know he does. It bodes well for me that he
says he  loves me this soon after my uncomfortable description of my sex life
in  Georgia... further proof that his love is real, and understanding,  and
forgiving. All the things that make for a true-love  relationship. I mean
seriously, no reasonable person expects  perfection in their lover, do they? I
suppose that also depends on  one's definition of perfection. Rob and I are
the way we are, and if we're  happily contented with the way we are then
everyone else can take a flying shit  as far as we're concerned, and yes I can
speak for Robby in this regard. He  feels the same way I do. We've been
boyfriends and lovers for a long time  now and we've both noticed that it's just
gets better all the time.
We do a little kissing and hugging on the balcony before Robby says,  "Ya
know, we need to get a chaise lounge out here; one we can lie on  and snuggle
before the weather turns nasty." I go, "And maybe a deck chair or  two." A
couple more of our long sloppy kisses; then, without asking if I  want to,
he takes my hand and I follow him inside. He says, "Turn off the  lights,
babe, and we'll get ready for bed." Sometimes I feel I can read his  mind, like
now. I'd bet all the money I have in my checking account his 'get  ready
for bed' comment means we're having lover's sex in bed. It's  just the way he
said it. I don't say anything as we take a piss, wash our  face and hands,
then brush our teeth. I hold my breath hoping he doesn't  shave his curly
sparse beard, but apparently he never gives it a  thought. We drop our
sweatpants and get in bed naked. Robby immediately wraps  his arms around me and we
kiss again. He says, "Nice minty-fresh breath,  boyfriend." I say, "Yeah,
that's because I used your mouthwash, boyfriend." I  can just make out his
face in the ambient light coming from the moon and stars.  He looks handsomely
cute with his beginners-mustache and some whiskers on  his chin. So cute I
could eat him with a spoon. We kiss and squirm our  bodies together rolling
around in the bed, my fingers are in his  hair again and his whiskers against
my face are as soft as his  hair.
We begin murmuring sighs of pleasure and soft words of love as we  squirm
together with Robby mostly on top of me. Our faces move against one  another
at times without kissing, just loving the feel of our lover's face, and
then our lips meet and our tongues slide together. We suck, kiss, and lick each
 other's mouth until we're both very, very aroused. Foreplay with Robby is
so special it's almost as good as actual sex. Our latest boners rub
together and I whine his name and he gasps, then murmurs, "Okay,  babe," and gets
on his knees between my legs, then grabs his pillow and  gets it under my
butt, lifting my asshole. Robby's sucking on a finger, then  he pushes it up
inside me as my head goes back and I moan, "Mmmm, Robby."  Pressing his
finger against my prostate, then he rubs it for a few seconds  and I feel the
urge to cum making me squirm on the mattress and moan  with pleasure. His
finger comes out, he moves forward a little, and I pull  my legs back giving him
easier access to my asshole. Robby's  grinning down at me as he rubs my
buttocks with both hands until my butt cheeks  are warm, then he guides the head
of his boner to my asshole and leans  forward. The head's wet with precum
as it spreads, spreads, spreads the lips of  my anus setting off nerve ending
that sizzle and sparkle making my shoulders  shudders as I'm moaning again,
"Aaaah, ooh."
The  head of his cock spreads my asshole further, and then slides tightly
past my  sphincter and inside my rectum with only a twinge of pain that lasts
 for two seconds. As he leans further forward his hard cock slides in
another two  inches and I try lifting my ass to take more of it... oh gawd, it
feels so  good! Robby gets his fist around my hard cock and strokes it as he
thrusts his  hips pushing the rest of his boner up my ass, then he grinds his
hips  with his crotch tightly against my shaved pubic area. "Oooh, Rob, ummm,
oooh,  yeaaaah." My boner grows tighter until the foreskin barely reaches
the neck of my cock, just under the swollen head. Robby's on his  knees
spreading them until his cock is level with my asshole. Then, holding  onto my
boner, he begins doing slow steady thrusting moving his fat cock  back and
forth in my rectum. His moving hard cock in my ass while stroking  my boner at
the same time creates an enormous amount  of pleasure sensations making me
moan constantly, moving my head  side to side on my pillow, biting my bottom
lip. Oh, the sexual  pleasure!
No matter how hard I try there's simply no way to describe or do justice
to how good this feels. More steady thrusting from Robby and when he lets go
of  my boner it's so hard it sticks straight up. Another minute of
thrusting,  then Robby pushes his boner in tightly and leaves it there, leaning over
me  between my legs.  My knees are back, my feet in the air on  either side
of him and when his chest is almost touching mine he's pushed my  boner
forward between our bellies until it's almost painful with the  foreskin
stretched this tightly. Our lips meet and we kiss with Robby  holding my head
between his hands. A tear run down each side of my face  from the feelings of
ecstasy that deliciously overwhelms me. The  thrill of sex with this boy who
I've loved longer then I knew I did is  as intense as it gets. We kiss, then
he licks my face, then  licks up the front of my nose three times until I'm
sucking in his  saliva when I inhale. Looking into my eyes Robby's lips form
the words,  'I love you, Dylan,' then he sits up and begins fucking me
faster.
I  don't know how long this singular pleasure continues, but it never
lasts as long as I wish it would. Inevitably I feel my orgasm churning  in my
nuts and this latest climax builds and builds with the promise of  the
ultimate pleasure and it has me desperately squirming and moaning  as Robby's
thrusting is faster and faster now. He too is groaning and  moaning quietly, his
handsome face leaning over mine, pinkish and damp with  his hands gripping
my shoulders as he humps his boner inside my ass. Quiet moans  of pleasure
are now joined by the sounds of harder thrusting and the,  "Slap, slap, slap,
slap," sounds of our bodies slapping  together and with his face scrunched
up and him humping desperately  against my buttocks, he cums first with
breathy gasps, then I'm humping up  against him with three little steaks of cum
shooting from my  cock up and across Robby's chest as he leans over me. I'm
dizzily  absorbing the indescribable sensations associated with climax as
Robby gives my  ass a few more hard full thrusts with his boned-up cock. It's
now very slippery  in my sloppy rectum, his cock sliding easily in his own
cum and  then he lays forward completely, his slippery cock pulling out of my
ass and  squishing wetly against my belly.
I'm  hugging his head, kissing the top of it, then rubbing my nose in his
hair  smelling my favorite smell, Robby's. We do our deep breathing with his
chest  against mine squishing my creamy cum between us, then we rustle
around a  little until he's on his stomach next to me, his arm over my chest. My
head is  turned to his and we smile at each other, then I strain my neck
over for a kiss.  "I love you, Rob," and he says, "We love each other, Dylan.
It's my perfect  dream come true." Staring at him, feeling sillily happy,  I
grin, saying "Not only a perfect love affair, but now thanks to  Golden, we
have the same haircuts for the first time since we were little  seventeen
year old boys with matching flattops." He laughs, "Yes, we do, don't  we?
Seventeen seems like a lifetime ago." We lie together without talking  now, just
smiling at each other for like five minutes, then I see his eyes  flutter.
I stare at him closely as his eyelids close. Watching  him for two more
minutes half expecting his eyes to open, but his  eyelids are down for the
count. He's asleep. Huh, that the first time in my life  I witnessed the exact
second someone fell asleep. Robby has the most serenely  contended expression
on his face and that makes me feel good all over.  Serenely contented may
very well be redundant, but I  don't care because that's what his expression
says to  me. Obviously I fall asleep too, although I couldn't witness  that.
Robby's  still sleeping when I open my eyes Tuesday morning and check my
wristwatch, and yes, I wear it in bed. It's a little after eight  o'clock in
the morning. I'm not sure what time it was when I  fell asleep, but I feel r
ested. I feel really good as a matter of fact.  It's awesome to be sleeping
with Robby again. Last summer after our  sophomore year I slept a lot with
Ryan. And I've slept with Willie quite a few  times too, and then back when
we were young Chubby and I would sleep  together, and we did it even when we
got to be teenagers, which  might have raised eyebrows on some, not that
we'd give a shit. As  we got older sleeping together was mostly my idea, but
Chubby has always had a  really hard time saying 'no' to me. Chub and I
slacked off sleeping together in  our later teen years, but sleeping with him is
probably the genesis of  why I like sleeping with another guy. Obviously, now
Robby's my first  choice, and there really isn't a second choice anymore;
not compared to sleeping  with Robby.
I'm happy, and it's so good to be able to say that and really mean it.
Obviously Robby has a lot to do with me being happy, but going to college  with
Chubby makes me happy too. The fact that my mom is in love with a great guy
 and she's now happier than I can ever remember her being is another
reason I'm happy. As I'm musing about being happy, Robby opens  his eyes and
stretches, then gives me a grin. I tell him, "I'm happy, Rob,"  and he goes, "Me
too," and he gets me in his arms pulling me over to  share his pillow, as
he murmurs, "We're both happy and right now we're  happily going back to
sleep." His scent always makes me smile, and I get a  thrill from the feel of
his tight body. We're naked still so there's the  bonus of his cock and mine
getting together to exchange experiences, or whatever  penises do when
they're not being used.  Penises have it pretty easy when  you think about it. Of
course mine is on duty more than most due to  the frequency of boners I get
during the day for any number of reasons. I  can get one just thinking about
sex, or just looking at Robby. Yeah, but I get  boners around Ryan too if
I'm honest about it. And I still don't know what  I'm going to do about him.
I want him in my life but not like we were in  Georgia. Robby's got the
in-charge responsibilities now, not Ryan, although  I guess I could give in to
him a little in that regard for harmony's sake.  I'll think about it later.
As I'm thinking about all that, Robby  falls back to sleep, then so do I.
We  get out of bed about an hour later and take separate showers. Our
first orientation, a twenty minute one, is at ten-thirty and Robby's stoked
about the orientations today, telling me, "We need to get off to a good start.
Last year we barely made the 3.0 GPA, Dylan, and I want us to do better
this year so we're gonna need to be even more conscientious about  everything,
especially taking notes and our study group. Are you with me,  babe?" I go,
"Yep! You can count on me." Then I make scrambled eggs with  toast and
strawberry jam to go with our mugs of coffee for breakfast. As we  eat Robby's
reviewing our schedule today, saying, "Hmmm, we have all  three short
orientation classes before lunch, then the fourth one is  only twenty minutes long
but we're not in that one together. Danny Monday is in  our third course
with us. The fourth one for me is at two o'clock, and  yours at  four." I go,
"Uh huh," and he says, "After my last orientation I'm going  to check in at
the baseball complex to see what's shaking there. Do you  want to come with
me to kill time until your four o'clock class?" I say, "I  don't know yet. I
just might go back to the apartment after lunch." What I don't  add is I've
no intention of going to that last orientation." Robby asks, "Do you  wanna
use the pickup." I shake my head, "No thanks, it's only a ten to  fifteen
minute walk.
Robby drives us to our first orientation and when we're in  the classroom
he insists we sit in front. There are maybe thirty  students spread around
the room which is more than I expected would show up  considering we're
juniors and know the score. The professor is a  short woman with a huge ass and a
clear speaking voice. She tells us to  take notes during class because
everything on the final will be covered by her  in class, and she'll even mention
when it will probably be on the final.  Robby writes in his notebook: Take
notes. She talks for twenty  minutes then ask for questions. There are
always dip-shits with a question  specific to him or her. We listen to a few of
them, then I nudge Robby's arm  nodding that we should leave. We get up and
walk from the front of the room to  the door at the back. I feel like
everyone is watching us and, I don't say this,  but I'm thinking if we sat further
back it wouldn't be so obvious when we  leave early.
We  grab a smoke in between orientations and Robby talks baseball  with a
couple of teammates. One of them says 'Hi,  Dylan,' to me, remembering my
name from last year. I wish I could remember his.  It's awkward, saying, "Hey,
dude, good to see ya." That's a dead giveaway that I  don't know his name. I
hate that. The second orientation also has a woman  professor. She's older
with gray hair in a bun and she's the  no-nonsense type. She talks fast with
some kind of an accent. Middle Eastern  maybe, but whatever it is you
really need to concentrate to follow what she's  saying. This might be a course
that needs changing. I'd change  this course right away, but when I mention
it to Robby afterwards he  doesn't want to change. So, what the fuck...?
Third  orientation is a Business course titled Investment Principles, the
one  Danny Monday has with Rob and me. We meet him outside the building and
do a  fist-bump greeting. I don't notice anything special happening between
Robby  and Danny although Danny's very friendly. For this course we have a
very  young looking professor. He's a very good looking young man too. The
first thing  he tells us is he's aware of his youthful appearance, but he's
actually  twenty-nine years old and this is his fourth year teaching this
course at  Merrimack. He seems too good to be true telling us we'll have only
one paper due  per semester, and it'll count one half of our grade. The other
half is the  grade we get on the final exam. After class Robby says, "That's
a class we need  to take copious notes." Danny asks, "Why?" and Robby goes
on to tell  him...
I'm  not paying any attention to their discussion though because I'm
considering  reconsidering not going to the last orientation. It's the only class
I have  with Ryan and if I don't go he might misinterpret that as a snub. He
hasn't  texted me since last night about this class, or about anything
else. So,  what to do? Well, I'll text him. As I'm taking out my cellphone,
Robby says,  "Let's eat lunch in the quad, Dylan. Its right  here and I've got
that two o'clock orientation in a little over an hour."  Whatever, although
the food usually sucks pretty badly in  the quad. It's all wrapped sandwiches
that were probably made last  night.
In the cafeteria section it smells like tomato soup as we get trays  and
stand in line. I text Ryan: 'Hey Ryan,  r u going  to orientation?' Huh, no
immediate response. I choose a turkey  sandwich, a packet of mayonnaise, a bag
of Cape Cod potato chips, slice of  chocolate cake and a bottle of
lemonade. Shockingly the turkey is sliced  thinly and is chilled and taste very
fresh. It's very good, and the potato chips  are crunchy, the lemonade taste
like real lemonade and the cake is moist  and delicious. I'm like, "I think
I'll get another piece of cake," and Robby  says, "Get one for me too if you
don't mind," and he hands me two  dollars. Friends of Danny's from his
dormitory join us and while they're  telling lies about getting laid last night,
Ryan texts me back: 'I wasn't  going to go, but if u r I may go too'.  Hmmm, I
wouldn't  ordinarily go to an orientation unless Robby insisted, but Ryan
and I need to  sort out our communication problem, so I text: 'Yeah I'm
going' and  leave it at that. No reply though, so I'll see if he shows up.
That'll tell  me something right there. Damn, this lunch was good.


To be continued...


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