Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2018 18:21:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bill <mgtbill@aol.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE Chapter  22

DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE

Chapter  22

by  Donny Mumford


It's no small matter to say that Danny Monday has been my best buddy-sex
partner since, gulp... Ryan Wilcox. And I mean 'vintage' Ryan Wilcox and
not Ryan Wilcox last year, whoever that imposter was. I admit though that
in the 'nothing is perfect' department, there is a less than ideal aspect
to Danny as a buddy sex partner. It's one I never needed to deal with
during the glory days with Ryan and I'm, of course, referring to the fact
that Danny and I are not exactly breaking records for,
um... frequency. There are some valid reasons for that and, anyway, I
prefer concentrating on how fantastic Danny's been when we have gotten
together here at Merrimack. Positive thinking, ya know?

So, although we've only had hot buddy sex twice this semester both times
it's been memorable. Since our last explosive time together I haven't spent
more than ten minutes alone with Danny, but I'm thinking it's very early in
the semester and circumstances could improve as things settle down and we
get in a comfortable routine. Plus, the marathon sex two Sundays ago is
still resonating with me. Frankly, I'm not likely to forget that afternoon
any time soon.

Danny being an excellent buddy sex partner for me is a fortuitous
development considering he's my only buddy-sex partner this year. To be
more specific, Danny's my only 'top' buddy sex partner. That's if I don't
count John Smith and I don't because the two of us getting together will be
a rare random occurrence now that Rob's and my course schedules are the
same. Getting away to have lunch at the bar with John Smith will likely be
rare. Oh, and I'm not complaining too much about any of this because both
my lover, Robby, and buddy-sex partner, Danny, are off the fucking charts
good!

So I guess you could say my present situation is one of quality over
quantity which, if I absolutely had to choose, is the preferred choice of
the two options. And then there's the icing on my buddy-sex
cake... Pony. He represents buddy sex 'variety' in that I get to 'top' with
him. Obviously, this year's side-sex situation isn't perfect, but in the
'every cloud has a silver lining' category, my life is more manageable than
my helter/skelter side-sex situations of past years. I'm content with my
situation I guess, which is not to be confused with me being 'thrilled'
about it.

Obviously, when having sex with Rob and Danny I'm always in my normal
'submissive-bottom' position which is by far my number-one preferred way of
doing it. So that's perfect but recently I've got the urge to 'top' which
is why it's lucky I met Pony last year. This 'topping' urge of mine has
zero to do with Danny and Robby though. Nope, I don't want anything to
change, sex-wise, with either of them except doing 'it' more
often. Actually, my relatively recent urge to 'top' could probably be a
result of the manner in which Robby and Danny effortlessly and smoothly
handle the 'top' position with me. Neither of them thinks of themselves as
a 'dominant-top' but they both have just enough of a dominant bent in the
way they go about it to satisfy me.

I'm not looking for or want an especially aggressive dominant sex partner
nowadays. Sure, it was extremely hot with the super dominant boys when I
was growing up, but that was then and this is now. And, as I've thought a
hundred times, every guy who 'tops' is dominant whether they think they are
or not. I'll amend that to 'almost every guy' since there are instances I
suppose when the 'bottom' is controlling the 'top'. Not in my experiences,
but it could happen. A browbeat husband perhaps, or... well I don't know
exactly.

Getting to my main point though, right here in the apartment my buddy,
Pony, is naked and lying on the bed desperate for me to fuck him. Mere
seconds ago he came right out and asked me: 'are you gonna fuck me or not?'
Haha, yeah he's impatient and a little revved up too. That's understandable
considering he hasn't gotten laid in four months and, additionally, he's
further revved up because of the sexy shampoo, haircut, massage and then
the hard spanking I just finished giving him. I used to like, and still do
to a lesser degree, the same sort of rough stuff that gets Pony extra
sexually aroused.

Lying sideways on the bed, Pony's ass is just over the edge, his feet flat
on the floor. He's quite something to see, especially with his five-inch
penis so hard it's sticking straight up in the air. My immediate
inclination is to suck on that nice boner of his but we don't have the time
and he'd probably cum in my mouth within ten seconds anyway. That'd be
pretty cool but not as cool as fucking a climax out of him.

Interestingly, his dick got hard while he was sucking my cock. Yep, like
me, Pony gets a hard-on from sucking a guy's dick. That's just one more
uncommon thing we have in common. He's not shy about what he wants either,
plus for Pony it's also 'need'... not just 'want'. Yeah, after going four
months without it obviously he's way over the top horny and consequently,
as I said, he's impatient. Danny would be uber exasperated by Pony's
impatience, the way he gets with me at times.

Heh heh, I'll be Danny and Pony can assume my normal 'bottom' role. Trying
to sound authoritative, I say, "Lift your legs," and Pony nods his head and
does that, bending his legs at the knees of course. He's not some idiot who
takes 'lift your legs' literally by sticking his feet up in the air. I go,
"Now wrap an arm around each leg and pull them way back." As he does that,
he goes, "Oh, fuck, I really like this! We never did it like this before,
did we, Dylan?" I don't remember if we did or not, but I don't think he's
ever done it like this with his two high school fuck buddies. They
represent all the sex partners Pony's admitted to, and I sort of believe
him. The poor kid...

I'm standing here with my boner very hard and it's also wet with Pony's
saliva. It's very cool that Pony's being a good submissive 'bottom' boy,
which is pretty much how I'd be in his situation. Jeez though, I gotta
admit it's interesting seeing everything from my 'top' perspective. Pony's
so eager for this he's basically wrapped himself into a ball with his
asshole pulled up and sort of looking at me. Just for the fuck of it, I
exhibit an unnecessary abuse of power by saying, "Spread those legs more!"
Haha, that's what Danny is always telling me to do. Pony cooperatively nods
his head and tries doing that. Oh fuck though, I feel like a prick taking
advantage of his horniness like this.

Looking at his ass closely though, I'm like, "Hey, what the...? Am I
mistaken or weren't there some random hairs around your asshole last year?"
Without seemingly embarrassed at all, he mutters, "Nad's for men."
Squeezing his firm buttocks, one in each hand, I'm like, "What does that
mean?" He goes, "Nad's is a quick hair removal for guys. I wipe it around
my asshole and 'poof'... just like that the hairs are gone." I'm like,
"Poof? You're joking, right?" He goes, "Nope, I did it especially for you
in case you wanted to rim my ass." I blurt out a laugh and then go, "Maybe
you're getting a little ahead of yourself," and I give his ass a really
hard smack, 'SMACK!" He yelps, "OW!" and pulls his legs back even tighter
which causes him to rock slightly on his curved backbone. Christ, his knees
are against the sides of his chest. He looks uncomfortable, although
apparently quite happy in that awkward position.

It really is a weird sort of turn-on seeing how obedient Pony is being for
me. It makes my dick feel funny too... funny like it felt when I gave his
ass a for-real hard spanking a couple of minutes ago. He nagged me to do
that; it wasn't my fucking idea! Still, my dick got a twinge as I saw how
red his ass got during the spanking. Huh, I wonder if I'd get a more
prominent 'funny' feeling in my dick if spanking him was my idea instead of
his. I don't know why I'm avoiding the word 'aroused' when referring to my
dick as 'feeling funny'. It's sexual arousal, right? Damn, I wish I could
remember more about our sex play last year so I could compare it to now.

I whack his ass a couple of more times just because I can, and of course
the "SMACK!SMACK!" sound bounces off the walls of Rob's and my bedroom
sounding just like they do when Rob smacks my ass... haha. Pony whines, "Do
it again," but him asking for more smacks on his ass put me off. Yeah, it's
definitely not the same turn-on when he asks for it. That's too much like
he's the one in charge and only play-acting at being a submissive
'bottom'. Well, there is some play-acting on the submissive bottom's part,
with some guys more so than others I suppose.

It's hard not to chuckle at the way Pony's straining his arms to pull his
legs back. Actually, I feel like telling him to relax except no dominant
'top' would ever say that so, instead, I get the Astroglide. As I twist off
the cap, Pony grunts out, "You can 'do' me without that if you want." I
mutter, "Nah, we were stupid not using lubricant last year. Wait, we used
it last year, didn't we?" He says, "It's getting sweaty between my arms and
legs holding them back like this." Feeling like a prick again, I mumble,
"Deal with it," and he goes, "Omigod, the way you said that made my boner
shiver!" Hmmm, now I can't tell if he's serious or 'acting'.

My sweatpants and underwear are around my ankles, so I kick them off and
then stroke lube on my semi-boner. I say 'semi' because it's lost some of
its firmness while I was being mean to Pony. No problem, three or four
strokes with my fist get it nice and tight again. Plus, it is sort of
arousing seeing naked Pony in a ball like that. With a glob of Astroglide
on my finger, I push it into his asshole and watch him shiver and shimmy on
his curve back. Wow, it wasn't as easy getting my finger in his asshole as
I expected. He has a ridiculously tight anus! Odd I don't remember that
from last year. Anyway, I push my finger in up to the second knuckle and,
holy shit, his asshole is gripping my finger making me shudder thinking
about it gripping my cock. Wow!

Nope, there are no hairs on his ass now and he has pretty much a hairless
body overall, like mine actually. Pony's anus is pink although a darker
shade of pink than his other lips. I've read the anus described by some as
a tight rosebud. Do I have that right? Hmmm, I guess if I squint my eyes
almost totally closed, plus use my imagination... maybe it's like a
rosebud. My problem is I'm not all that familiar with rosebuds.

The pad of my finger finds his 'button', his prostate. I rub over its
smooth surface watching Pony scrunch up his face and wiggles his ass as he
moans, 'Ahhhh, oooh, ooh, ooh," and then he squirms on his back seemingly
in an effort to move his ass closer to me. I push back and Pony settles for
rocking back and forth on his curved spine in that hunched position he's
in. His arms are really pulling his legs back tightly. Hmmm, is that how I
look when I'm the 'bottom' for Danny? Jeez, haha! I say Danny because Robby
wouldn't make me get in the position Pony's in although Danny would without
giving it a second thought.

It's hard to describe, but Pony looks desperate and docile
simultaneously. Whatever, it gives my boner another shimmering feeling from
observing him trying so hard to please his, um, 'top'. This isn't totally
fair because his last sex, as I said, was four months ago so, of course,
he's desperately acting docile. He's so uber horny he'd probably stand on
his head if I told him to.

.

Pulling my finger out of Pony's ass, I stroke more lube on my boner and
that feels so slippery and good I understand why Danny can barely stop
stroking himself when we're getting ready to do it. I make a quiet "Mmmm,"
sound as I stroke up and down my pole. This is weird maybe, but it's the
honest truth too, I'm one of those rare guys on earth who doesn't do this;
doesn't jerk off. It's because I'm getting enough sex that I don't need to
jerk off and I prefer saving my orgasms for the real-deal sex. Stroking
myself now though... wow, it really does feel good! I add a little more
Astroglide and then my fist goes up and down so nicely, and... damn,
wouldn't it'd be hot to jerk all the way off!

But no, it's even more exciting thinking about sticking my boner up Pony's
ass. Since I'm missing vivid memories of fucking him last year I must
conclude that I wasn't as 'hot' to 'top' last year as I am
now. Discontinuing the stroking of my really hard pecker, I hold it out
straight and push the head against Pony's asshole and his whole body
shudders as he moans, "Aaaaah, oooooh!" Christ, I haven't even begun
spreading his anus yet! I merely touched it with the hard head of my
boner. Wow, this boy is ultra horny so I'm not gonna tease him anymore.

The tip of his pink tongue is running across his lips as he looks into my
eyes. I don't suppose it's a very dominant thing to do but I feel
compassion for sex-starved Daryl so I give him a little encouraging
smile. Hell, who wouldn't have compassion considering Pony's horniness and
the lack of opportunity for sex he experienced all summer? And I was
complaining about my sexless summer? Well, everything's relative I suppose.

Dropping my eyes to his ass as I do a little thrust of my hips and watch
the head of my boner disappearing inside Pony's body and then I can't
resist doing another small hump. Well, it was more like a push than a hump
but another inch of my boner slides tightly inside his rectum. Wow, it's
sort of a fascinating procedure. His asshole grips the neck of my cock
making me grunt, "Ooh!" as Pony moans, "Ooooooh, ooooh!" and WOW, my cock
throbs and my shoulders shudder. Oh God, this feels good! For a second
there I stupidly thought his asshole was gonna be too tightly closed, too
small an opening to get my cock in but the swollen head of my boner
disappeared inside his rectum and BAM! the sensations soared!

His asshole is deliciously tight but slippery too so, ya know, no way my
cock wasn't going in. Pony's looking at me again so I wanna appear blasé
about the fabulous sensations coming off my cock... like it's no big deal
'cause I'm supposed to be the experienced one between us and therefore too
cool for school and so forth. As the 'top', obviously, there's no pain to
concern myself with although Pony is scrunching his face while making a
sound as though something hurts him. I wonder what? No, haha, I'm just
kidding...

And then, looking at his asshole I'm actually astounded at how unbelievably
stretched it is. Holy shit, what must my asshole look like when Robby's fat
boner is inside me? Damn! Trying not to look alarmed, my eyes go quickly
back to Pony's eyes and he does a tight grin, mumbling, "This feels so
fucking good, Dylan." Jeez, I was feeling a little guilty seeing him
wrapped in a ball like that with his asshole stretched beyond believe so
it's a relief hearing him say it feels good. And, fuck, nobody better try
telling me they don't have a dominant sense when 'topping'!

Trying to remain cool, feeling greatly encouraged by what Pony just said, I
look at his ass again and concentrate on not jamming my cock in all the way
in one big thrust, which instinct is telling me to do. Instead, I push
another inch or two of my throbbing boner inside him and then check his
reaction. He's making another 'face' like it hurts, while at the same time,
the muscles in his rectum tightly squeeze my boner. He groans and I again
think of him saying it felt good which allows me to enjoy more fully the
shiver I'm getting from awesome sensations coming off my dick as a breathy
moan of sexual pleasure slips from my throat, a quiet, "Oooooh."

Oops, my cock just slipped further up Pony's ass, seemingly on its
own. It's sliding in more easily with the lubricant warming up to body
temperature and his ass opened up like it is now. I need to stifle another
moan as Pony gasps and then moans, "Mmmmm, mmmm! Aaaah, ummm..." He does
another strained grin before muttering, "That hurt, haha, but push it in,
Dylan." Giving me instructions again, huh? Am I the novice here? That's not
good so I whack his ass, "SMACK! SMACK!" and he goes, "Ah, ah, ooh, OW!"
and takes an arm from his right leg to get his fist around his boner. Me
smacking his ass got him more aroused. Yeah, well, I'm not especially good
at this dominant shit, not yet I'm not.

Fuck it, I'm gonna forget about the dominant angle. Pony can do whatever he
wants. I'm all about enjoying the pleasure coming off my hard
boner. Thrusting my hips I watch my boner magically disappear the last inch
or so up Pony's ass as powerfully awesome pleasure vibrations explode from
the untold number of nerve endings in my hard penis. Omigod, this feels
unbelievably good!

What an incredible wave of sensations. Jesus, having my boner completely
surrounded by a very tight sheath, one that's seemingly not quite big
enough, is as sexy a situation as I can imagine. How the hell did I forget
the depth of pleasure you get from 'topping'?  Oh man, the smooth very
tight sheath of Pony's rectum is seemingly intent on strangling my cock but
in the most amazingly sexy way! It's my face that gets scrunched up now as
I'm feeling indescribable sensations blaring off the nerve endings along my
entire six-inches of boner.

My crotch is flat against his buttocks now and I'm humping against him as
he rolls back a little with each hump. Sexual pleasure is swarming and
bursting like a spreading forest fire up and down my cock and all around my
groin. The pleasure grows as I visualize my throbbing hard penis inside and
surrounded by Pony's rectum. Oh God, I can feel my cock expanding too. It
probably isn't getting as big or as long as it feels like, but it
definitely got larger inside that tight ass of Daryl's.

Christ, this is so hot that I'm hesitant to pull my boner back for fear
I'll cum. How embarrassing would that be? More humps against his buttocks
as Pony's murmuring, "Fuck, me, fuck me..." He murmured that so quietly at
first I didn't know what he was saying. Glancing at him I see his eyes are
closed and he still has his hand around his boner, just squeezing it
now. The one leg he's no longer holding back is still back and bent at the
knee but not as far back as the other leg, the one he's still got an arm
around. Huh, nice looking legs too. Pony's legs have some pale hairs on the
calves and are kinda thin but with nice muscle definition too. Well, he is
a runner after all.

It's hard to think too much about Pony though because it feels so fucking
good having my cock up his ass and, frankly, I'm now not all that much
concerned about his situation. I'm again sort of shocked that it feels this
fantastic to fuck a guy's tight ass and again I have the thought... how'd I
forget this?

Now I'm concentrating on pulling back by throbbing boner. It feels so good
I'm concerned I might jerk my cock right out of his ass like some
first-timer. I pull it back slowly until I see Pony's anus just beginning
to bulge out slightly... then I thrust my cock back up his ass and more
fireworks go off behind my eyes as I stifle a gasping, "Ahhhh!" Most of my
pleasure scream of, "AHHHH!!" I managed to contain in my head for decorum
purposes remembering again I'm supposed to be the dominant 'top'. But,
damn, that felt good!

Another rather slow withdrawal and then a much harder thrust back up his
ass one of us, me or Pony, moaned out a loud, "Oooooh! Ummmm!" Maybe it was
both of us, but now something has taken over for me. Some kind of primal
instincts from caveman times just took over my brain and my hips are on
autopilot. Yeah, a primitive instinct is in charge of my hips as they begin
moving and thrusting my hard boner up Pony's ass with the sound of males
fucking erupting in the bedroom for both of us to hear, "Slapslapslapslap"
sounds. The ass-slapping sounds join my mantra of, "Um, um, um, um," and
Pony's moaning, "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh," as he's rocking on his curved back
while stroking his boner tightly.

Glancing at Pony I see an intense expression on his face, his eyeglasses
steamed up and lying crookedly on his face. Not surprising considering this
hard jostling he's taking. "Slapslapslap," for, well who knows how
long. Not very long and definitely not long enough, but my climax has a
mind of its own and ignites creating a whole new sense of urgency so my
thrusting gets faster and harder. No complaints from Pony. I know my climax
is going to burst on the scene like a comet any second now as my eyes
tightly close and my hips continue moving spectacularly on their own,
humping my boner back and forth in Pony's ass.

My climax builds fast and it's gonna blow so my eyes snap open just in time
to see a streak of white flash by my head, spray hitting against my left
cheek as I hear Pony making a high squealing sound and it's like everything
is happening someplace else because my mind comprehends only the supernova
explosion of my own climax creating otherworldly sexual vibrations off my
cock. My climax went BAM! with cum streaking from my cock splattering
inside Pony's bowels and then BAM again! Incredible sensations with me
tight against his ass humping hard enough to push him back on the
mattress. And then I'm almost in a trance again... I don't even remember
discontinuing my thrusting. One second I'm thrusting and the next I'm
humping against his ass and blowing my load.

Almost backout conditions for a second or two there, me shaking and humping
again his butt cheeks pushing him further and further back on top of the
bed. My warm gooey cum surrounds my cock as I suck in a deep breath and
then go back to wildly thrusting in his now wide open rectum with splatters
of cum flying out each time I drive my cock up inside him. Incredible!

My shoulders went a little crazy as the zipping sensations of orgasm peaked
and then quickly faded as after-climax sensations then fade further and my
thrusting slows before stopping completely. It's a familiar pattern because
a climax is apparently the same for me when I'm the 'bottom' or the
'top'. That climax was like every sensational orgasm I've ever had, maybe
as many as a thousand of them... meaning it was indescribably good. Another
spasm in my body as I come back down to earth and see Pony still pulling on
his cock. There's cum dripping off the inside of his right thigh. I watch
it drooling down his leg as I'm wiping at Pony's cum on my cheek. A little
spray from Pony's initial cum shot skimmed off the inside of his
pulled-back left leg on its way up past my head depositing a spray of his
cum on my cheek as it went by.

Oh man, now that the thrill is gone I'm thinking I wasn't too cool doing
this. I acted kinda geeky I think. Damn! I'm almost afraid of Pony's
reaction as I pull my cock out of his ass and both of us go, "Ahhh!" Pony's
ass wiggles and then he takes his hand off his softening cock and drops his
legs, his feet hitting the floor with a thud. He just lies there breathing
deeply and, ya know, I'm realizing I'm not at all sure what Pony was up to
while I was fucking him. I was mostly concerned about my own
pleasure. Jeez, that's not saying a lot for me, but it's the truth, so...

I guess I didn't acquit myself especially well as Pony's first anal sex
since last year. Well, here's a thought: maybe I didn't acquit myself very
well last year either although it was apparently good enough for him. He
couldn't wait for me to acquit myself in that regard just now. As if
reading my mind, he takes a deep breath and says, "That was absolutely
awesome, Dylan! Can we do it again?"

Oh, good! Whew! Managing not to act too relieved, I'm like, "No. Sorry, but
not now, Pony. Let's get cleaned up." I'm wiping my cheek again, adding,
"Rob will be texting any minute." Pony's got his dick in his fist and he's
again slowly pulling on it, murmuring, "That felt so good. It was wicked
fast though, don't ya think?" I go, "I guess," and hold my hand down to
him. He takes it and I pull him to a sitting position on the bed. It was
pretty good buddy sex, actually, but now it's over.

Pony takes another deep breath and smiles, repeating himself, "Wow, that
was super good, Dylan! Thanks, and you spanked me okay too. A little harder
next time maybe... if you want to." Fuck, I feel guilty. My mind was hardly
on Pony's pleasure at all! Looking behind me to see where his cum shots
landed, I mutter, "I'll do it better next time, Pony. Um, and real soon
too, but let's get cleaned up, okay?" Some dominant 'top' I am. Pony says,
enthusiastically, "I can't imagine how you'd do it any better! Jeez, that
was great." I'm such a fraud. Next time I'll make a point of thinking more
about Pony's pleasure and try dragging it out longer for him. Ya know, I'll
concentrate on not thrusting like a novice. Christ, I was pounding away a
mere ten seconds after getting my dick up his ass... embarrassing.

Omigod though, that first cum shot of Pony's was quite a blast reaching to
the hardwood floor almost to the door. Not that this bedroom is all that
big. Pony gets up and puts his left hand over his asshole, saying, "You
dumped a lot of spunk up my ass, Dylan, and it's already coming out." I
shrug, mumbling, "You have a very sexy ass," and then pull tissues from the
box on the nightstand and hand them to him.

He holds the tissues against his asshole to soak up my cum as I pat him on
the shoulder to get him started toward the bathroom. Pony holds his pants
around his knees with one hand and, as I said, he's holding the tissues
against his asshole with the other hand as we shuffle to the hall with me
pulling my sweatpants up to just under my balls. Inside the bathroom, I
wipe my cum off Pony's ass the way a good 'top' should, and then hand him
some more tissues, mumbling, "Hold these at your asshole for the late
stragglers, or better yet, pull your underpants up with those tissues
inside." Nodding his head, he mutters, "Yeah, I remember that from last
year," and he does what he's told.

Quickly cleaning my dick with a washcloth and warm water, I do a quick wipe
with a towel drying my dick and then I pull up my pants. We both wash our
face and hands as Pony's smiles at me, murmuring, "Thanks, Dylan. I can't
wait for next time." I smile too but before I can say anything, my cell
phone pings indicating a text. I mumble, "That'll be Rob," but when I look
at my phone I see a text from Connor that reads: 'Hi Dylan! Hope you can
meet Stosh and me after my second and last class on Friday. Is
eleven-thirty good for you... at the Quad maybe?' Dammit! That dick Stosh
will be there too!

As we're walking out of the bathroom, Pony asks, "What'd he say?" I go, "It
wasn't from Rob. It's a text from a friend of mine, one you haven't met
yet, Connor. He was at Merrimack for freshman year and then had money
problems so he joined the Army. Now, two years later he's back at college
with the Army paying for a lot of his education. He's a sophomore this year
and, um, still in the Army I guess. He's an Army reserve guy now or
something." Pony goes, "Oh, another sex buddy of yours, huh?" Making a face
at him, I go, "NO! Everybody I know isn't a sex buddy."

Well, I did have sex with Connor twice I think. Yeah, for a total of like
three minutes combined. Connor had extremely quick climaxes with me
'topping' him. Oh yeah, there's an example of me topping. And then there
were a few first-time guys I 'topped' too... the 'cherry boys'. And, oh
man, they were all so sweet about it too. That Hispanic kid in Key West was
so special! Oh man, topping him for his first time ever... jeez that was an
honor!

We're in the kitchen where I see my beer bottle from earlier. Picking it up
intending to put in the recycle case I'm thinking about meeting Connor
tomorrow and how, while I'm definitely going to meet him, it is right in
the middle of my free Friday, my only weekday without classes. This morning
Rob and I took our time with some memorable sex and tomorrow morning we
could probably do the same and then I could still meet Connor. It won't be
as good though, the sex with Rob I mean because I'll know I need to be
someplace at a certain time.

But yes, Connor's a dear friend from my past and I need to find out if he
needs help. I want to determine if he's in any kind of trouble with that
horrid Stosh person. So yeah, I'll definitely be there. Glancing over I see
Pony just staring at me, so I go, "What?" and he says, "You get in these, I
don't know, funks or something. Are you okay?" I realize I'm still holding
the beer bottle. Patting his shoulder, I go, "I'm good and, oh man, Pony,
you were an excellent buddy sex partner!" As I drop the bottle in the
recycle bin, Pony smiles and says, "That sex we had was wicked cool, wasn't
it?" I'm nodding my head and he exclaims, "Dude, I shot my load in like two
minutes even though I was trying my balls off to delay climax. No dice
though, Vavoom!"

I nod my head at him again, smiling and muttering, "It's was epic, Pony,
but let me text my friend back really quick," and as I do that Pony's like,
"Christ, I loved the way you had me get in like that ball. I was all
wrapped up and helpless. You're right, it was epic! My ass felt like it was
sticking way out there... I don't know. You did that so cool!" Frowning at
his comments, because they make me feel like a prick, I finish confirming
with Connor I'll meet him tomorrow. Then, trying to convince myself I was
being a prick mostly to accommodate Pony's wishes, and in a joking manner,
I ask Pony, "What was that you said? Something about a ball?"

He adjusts his glasses, muttering, "Oh, I know it's no big deal to someone
as popular as you, but for me, that sex we had is already in my brain like
a treasure to remember forever." Oh fuck, don't I feel even more guilty
now! I try grinning though as I'm muttering, "You are so full of it. It
wasn't that great," and he looks away, mumbling, "It's pathetic of me I
guess, but I'm being fucking serious. That was epic sex we had." I go,
"You're right, it was awesome. And it'll be even better next time."

Oh man, I'm considering opening another beer but it's six o'clock now and
Rob said they'd be done before six so I hold off on the beer idea and,
instead say to Pony, "I'm gonna drive to the campus now to drop you off for
your dinner with, what's your roommate's name again?" He goes, "You've got
a problem with names, don't ya? I told you his name a little while ago."

Patting his back to get him moving to the front door, I'm mumbling, "Oh,
it's Donald-something, right? Like the duck?" Going down the steps Pony's
like, "Yes, his name is Donald Johnson, and he's a cool-looking
six-foot-two black dude who's classy and nice." I go, "Oh yeah? I can't
wait to meet him." Getting in the pickup's passenger side, Pony goes, "Oh,
don't bother. He's straight... plus, um, I don't believe he'll like you." I
laugh and then mumble, "Oh, why's that?" I start the engine as Pony shrugs,
"He's, um, like I said, classy and you're more like a neighborhood kid." I
laugh again and mutter, "He's classy, huh? Oh, because he insists on being
called 'Donald'. Ya mean classy like that? Is that what you mean?" He goes,
"No, not that!" I grin looking at him, asking, "And he likes you, huh?
Classy you, right?" Pony chuckles, "Yeah, I'm not from money but I can do
'classy'." I mutter, "You'll have to show me how to do that sometime."

He snickers again. I know he's breaking my balls with that shit about his
roommate not liking me. Donald seemed cool when I met him the night I
dropped Pony off after getting him at the airport late. It's a short drive
to the campus and when we're at dormitory row, Pony goes, "It was all
lies. Donald will like you. I made it all up." I go, "No shit!" Pony grins
his cute grin, saying, "You need to kiss me goodbye now. I mean now that
you fucked my brains out." I go, "If I kissed you here, you'd faint."
Getting out he says, "Yeah, I probably would. Thanks for everything,
Dylan... seriously! I loved every minute of it!" I nod my head, mumbling,
"Me too. Text me tomorrow when you get out of class." He waves and I
continue driving down the same road to the ballpark.

See, that's how real buddy sex works. Pony appreciated and liked it but
afterward, he broke my balls with that roommate shit. That's the way buddy
sex is supposed to work. That's not totally what happened this time though
because at first Pony was effusive about how much he liked and appreciated
our sex and only then he did the buddy sex routine of moving on to other
matters. Obviously, he gets a pass on the 'overdoing it' part because he
hasn't gotten laid for four friggin' months, ya know?  Perfect side sex is
more like the way John Smith and I do it. After a quick fuck, we eat lunch
usually without mentioning the sex hardly at all

My phone pings and when I glance at it I see a text from Rob: 'Any time
you're ready, babe. We're done here.' Parking near the ballpark entrance, I
text: ''I'm at the ballpark now, Rob.'  Guys are coming out the front
entrance and it's fairly obvious who the freshmen are. They look so young
which only emphasizes how 'old' seniors, who are only a couple of years
older, look. There's still a newness 'look' to some of the freshmen. Others
of them are among the unfortunates who 'looked' twenty-one when they were
seventeen. The one plus to that was they were popular in high school
because they could buy beer for their baby-faced friends.

Okay, here come Rob and Carl. Huh, Rob doesn't have his arm around
Carl... for once. Not that I care if he does or not. It's just that I think
it's kind of funny that Rob seems to be picking up Danny's touchy/feely
habit. It's me who usually picks up habits from guys. And, speaking of
picking up habits, I was smelling the back of my hand while having that
last thought... haha! Taking my hand away, I yell, "Over here, Rob." He
turns and gives me 'that' smile! It's his special smile for me. I love that
he has a special smile for just me... Chubby does too. I return my own
smile especially for Robby and then think... Ewww, that's kinda sickeningly
sweet. I gotta watch that...

Carl's got his backpack on so he must have had a class right before
practice. Well, so did Rob but he has a boyfriend to take his backpack home
for him. I'm glad to do it too.

They walk up to the pickup with Carl saying, "It's sweet the way you two
smile at each other." Rob frowns, asking me jokingly, "Who the fucks would
notice something like that, huh, babe?" I shrug and then we all bump fists
as I mumble, "Speaking of that, get this... Daryl noticed the new slipcover
on the sofa. I wouldn't notice that in somebody's house." Rob goes, "Me
neither, babe. " He does put his arm across Carl's shoulders now, saying to
me, "It looks like we have a dinner guest again tonight, Dylan. Carl lost
his meal card and the Admin office is closed." I go, "No, sweat. We can
pull some weeds from in front of the apartment and maybe some mushrooms if
we can sort out the poisonous ones."

I get out of the driver's seat and Carl says, "Prejudice against
vegetarians is nothing new, ya know." I go, "How's pizza with a grass salad
sound?" Rob holds his hands out for the keys as Carl gets in the backseat,
saying, "I love pizza but I insist on buying." I get in and as I'm closing
the passenger door, I'm like, "We're not having pizza. It's still too early
in the semester to fall back on that lazy pizza-solution for dinner."

As soon as we're inside the apartment, Rob gets a phone call and I can tell
it's going to be a long conversation because it's from his Dad and it's
about the business of Dickers & Son. This is their first conversation about
the company since we got back to college. Rob wanders into the bedroom,
probably to use his laptop.

Well, what the hell, Carl and I will make his main course for a vegetarian
dinner. It'll be macaroni and cheese again but made from scratch this
time. I'm using Rigatoni instead of elbow macaroni because that's the only
pasta noodles in the pantry right now. Usually, I use the Rigatoni with
spaghetti sauce which Carl says he also likes very much. Making spaghetti
sauce involves more trouble than I want to get into right now though. The
only spaghetti sauce in the pantry is this jar of special sauce that
normally costs $7.99 a jar but was on sale for $3.99. I'm saving that
bottle of spaghetti sauce for Rob and I. Some jar sauces are really good
too and for $7.99 that one must be primo!

Anyway, while the Rigatoni is boiling I get Carl cutting American cheese
into cubes as I grate a lot of cheddar cheese onto a sheet of wax
paper. Carl handles a paring knife like he's never seen one before in his
life. I don't say anything about that though. As he concentrates on cutting
the cheese into the exact same size squares, which totally isn't necessary,
he asks, "Have you heard any remarks about your flattop haircut, Dylan?"
Shit, I just about forgot I have one until he mentioned it. Pausing for a
second, I go, "No, I guess I haven't. Why, have you?" He goes, "Paul asked
me where I got my haircut because he might want to get a haircut like
mine." I go, "Get the hell outta here! Seriously? Who the fuck is Paul?" He
goes, "My roommate and it was kinda unusual he'd be interested in a short
haircut like ours because hockey players usually have long hair for some
reason. Have you ever noticed that?"

Folding the wax paper, I slide all the grated cheddar cheese into a bowl,
mumbling, "Um, not really, but then I can't say I know any hockey players
and I don't watch hockey on TV." I ask, "Do you like him... your roommate?"
He nods his head, "I guess. His full name is, Paul Towers, and he's, um,
okay so far. He's French Canadian and hardly says two words plus he's
always out late. We hardly see each other." I go, "Huh."

You know what? I don't say this, but I'd bet anything that asshole Canadian
was mocking Carl's haircut and Carl's too naive to realize it. I don't like
this Paul character already and I haven't even meant him yet. Who would
mock this cute innocent kid? Ya know, assuming the guy was mocking Carl.

The Rigatoni is cooked so I strain it and then it goes into a Pyrex dish. I
have Carl cut pieces of butter to mix in with the pasta while it's hot. He
asks, "Would you happen to have any green peppers... or red ones?" I give
him a 'look' muttering, "Yeah, why? You want to put peppers in your mac and
cheese?" He goes, "If you don't mind." I shrug and tell him where to look
in the refrigerator for peppers and then say, "While you're in there, Carl,
please get two eggs. They go in this mac and cheese too."

He cuts his finger chopping the red pepper so I wrap it in a paper towel,
telling him, "Keep it tight, Carl. Pressure on that cut will slow up the
bleeding or it'll probably stop it altogether." Fuck, he really cut himself
deep! We get the bleeding under control and I wrap a Band-Aid around his
finger tightly. "You okay, Carl?" He nods his head, mumbling, "Yeah, of
course! Thank you for helping me with that cut," and then, for some reason,
he holds up his finger with the Band-Aid on it and grins triumphantly. Ha,
he's a cute little motherfucker.

Next, I have him mix both kinds of cheese in with the pasta and to be a
ball-buster, I tell him, "But don't use your cut finger to mix that shit
around... use a spoon. Spoons are in that drawer." He chuckles and then
uses the smallest spoon we have to stir the big pile of pasta. Letting out
an exhale slowly, I manage not to criticize him for that either.

The cheese and butter bring the pasta temperature down enough to mix in the
two eggs along with milk and a tablespoon of cornstarch... and then a
couple of drops of hot sauce. Lastly, I talk Carl through the process of
crushing Ritz crackers between wax paper to use as a topping, with melted
butter, for the mac and cheese. The final step is sprinkling the Ritz
crumb-topping over the mac and cheese mixture and then into the oven it
goes for about forty minutes.

For our dinner, Rob and I have chicken wings on the grill with barbecue
sauce. Also a salad, rolls and butter, and some of the mac and
cheese. There are twenty-four chicken wings, minus that useless third part
of the wing that I cut off before grilling. Twelve wings each is about
right for us. Leftover chicken wings suck because there's not enough meat
and too much skin. The skin is good when it's hot and crispy... but horrid
when cold. Any other leftover parts of a chicken are good cold or sliced
for a sandwich.

Carl eats half the large Pyrex casserole of mac and cheese, two helpings of
salad, plus two French rolls that he puts way too much butter on. That,
plus two glasses of milk, ugh! He ate the rolls with like equal parts
butter and roll which is just wrong, but he chews with his mouth closed and
he has a cute chin so, ya know, it's all good.

As we're eating, Rob does most of the talking telling Carl and me why he
and his Dad were on the phone so long. Their latest bid for a big project
was unexpectedly won by Dickers & Son. Everyone in management, according to
Rob, thought his dad underbid the project but they were wrong. It's a two
hundred acre condo-and-single-homes development in Falmouth,
Massachusetts. Falmouth is a town at the beginning of what's called Cape
Cod that's about an hour and a half drive from Framingham. Rob says they'll
probably need to open an office down there similar to the small one they
have in Hartford, Connecticut.

I'm nodding my head, muttering things like, "Awesome, Rob," being
supportive, ya know. And then he sneaks in, "Oh, by the way, Dylan, sorry
but I need to leave early Saturday morning or maybe tomorrow night to spend
all day Saturday in meetings back at the office." After a second or two so
I can be cool about this, I go, "Jeez, that's, um, too bad. Do you want me
to come with you?" He goes, "Not this time, babe, but maybe in a few
weeks. Um, if you wouldn't mind joining me then... that'd be a big help." I
can't imagine what I could be a big help with. Anyhow, I don't want to act
pissed-off that Rob's working back home the second Saturday we're here, so
it's best I don't say anything. Plus, Carl's here so I just mutter,
"Sure..."

After cleaning up the kitchen we work on college class stuff for two hours
and it's so boring I almost lose my will to live. When we're done, the
reward is there's no need to do college-course work until Monday. That
means Friday, Saturday, and Sunday are all free time! Carl had his work to
do too. It was in his backpack, although he finished almost a half hour
before Rob and I. Robby set him up on Xbox in the living room as we
finished working at the desk in the bedroom.

To celebrate not having classes for three days we drive down Route125 about
six miles to Mad Maggie's Homemade Ice Cream shop. The ice cream is very
good there, although not as spectacular as some misguided individuals claim
it is. Just because it's 'homemade' doesn't mean it's necessarily
spectacular. The shop does offer many flavors some of which I consider a
goofy stretch. They probably have those odd flavors just to say they have
them, like banana and walnuts with pie dough... get real! Why not add
watermelon rind or corn flakes? Anyway, it's always busy at Mad
Maggie's. Lots of town people are here as well as some college students,
although none we know.

We get ice cream cones and eat them in the car because Mad Maggie's was
obnoxiously noisy. Mostly from a table of seven boys and girls who I'm
guessing are maybe high school students although it's hard to tell with
kids looking so young to me now. Hell, they might have been eighth-grade
middle school students. There was simply too much dumb-ass loud
forced-laughter and giggling coming from their table. After finishing the
cones, we drop Carl off and then Rob and I head back to the apartment.

Inside we're not saying much because I know Rob's psyched about the new
business opportunity his company just contracted for, plus he probably
thinks he's already talked about it too much during dinner and,
additionally, he probably thinks I don't want to hear any more about it,
and he's right too! Except, I know Rob probably is dying to talk more about
it. So, because of all those factors the silence is awkward. I'm not being
fair though because it really is a big deal to him and I should let him go
on about it some more. As we're both emptying the dishwasher I finally say,
casually, "Pretty fucking exciting about that new huge project Dickers &
Son just nailed down, huh?" Rob nods his head and goes, "Omigod, Dylan,
Dad's so 'up' about winning that bid," and then, like I knew he would, he
goes on to tell me about it again, repeating a lot of the things he already
said during dinner and it continues for twenty minutes more while we have a
smoke on the balcony. I nod and every now and then say things like,
'Really?' and, 'Omigod, that's fantastic!'.

Later, getting ready for bed and both of us done everything we need to do
in the bathroom I'm just standing in the bedroom wearing boxer shorts as
Robby goes, "Um, I probably told you more than you wanted to know about the
Falmouth project, huh?" I go, "Get the fuck outta here with that! No way!
Any chance could you describe again how perfect the acreage is for the
project? I didn't fully 'get it' the third time you told me" He looks
startled, saying, "Oh, I probably forgot to tell you that it's...."  He
stops and gives me a grin, saying, "I'm sorry, but I'm overly excited about
it." I go, "Me too, Rob," and he says, "Ya know what, Dylan? To hell with
that project. What's more important is this... every fucking time I look at
you I want to take you immediately to the closest bed and fuck your awesome
brains out." I go, "Oh no, and there's a bed right next to us."

Twenty minutes later I still have my brains but I'm afraid I may have lost
my dick. I climaxed so hard it probably flew off with that awesome load of
cum my balls came up with for the occasion. Tentatively I'm feeling around
down there and, oh good, my dick is still attached. Robby's breathing
deeply lying next to me, his hand lightly on his dick that's still
hard. Turning his head to look at me, he says, "We should have done this
before our shower. I'm all sticky now." I go, "Extemporaneous sex sometimes
does get a person sticky, but since you're already like that, um..." We
wrestle around a little and then talk about a few things before fucking
again and as usual 'seconds' last longer. Nice!

We sleep-in until nine thirty on this no-classes Friday. And, even after
waking up late we still lie in bed goofing around and talking dirty as we
get ready to have some hot morning sex but then Rob's cell phone rings. We
look at each other and then at the phone on the bureau. I can read his
mind: he's thinking the call is about the new project that, by the way,
won't even break ground until next summer. Rob doesn't want to answer it
thinking I'll get pissed off if he does, and that's not cool, so I go, "You
better get it, Rob. It could be your Dad." He makes a 'face', saying,
"Dammit! I guess you're right though," and he springs out of bed as I smile
to myself. Hell, I'm glad it's not me that's the businessman. I'll wait
until I graduate, or maybe until the end of the summer after we graduate...

The call is from his Dad with more ideas I suppose, and soon Rob's on his
laptop signing into the Dickers & Son site so I get out of bed and pad into
the bathroom that's a mere eight feet from our bedroom. After taking care
of business on the toilet I'm washing my hands looking in the mirror over
the sink. Last night's shower flattened my hair somewhat. Well, except at
the crown where Danny fucked it up.

Brushing my teeth I'm wondering if it's too soon to abandon Danny's
flattop. I easily could do that by leaving my hair semi-flat like this or
comb the bangs over with a little gel or even comb them up the way I
planned on doing from the start. That's why I negotiated with Danny for a
longer version of a flattop haircut. Carl, on the other hand, couldn't do
any of the choices I just thought of because Danny did a normal flattop for
him and his hair is too short to lie over even with hair gel.

Hmmm, but nah, it's too soon to change the style. Plus it would hurt
Danny's feelings. I get the hairdryer and then comb it back into a flattop
and dry it in that position. Hell, no one cares one way or the other except
Carl and Danny, so why upset the apple cart? Okay, there's another idiotic
idiom if I ever heard one... upset the apple cart. Why the fuck would
anyone consider doing that? And what's an apple cart anyway?

Back in the bedroom, I get dressed watching Rob type on his laptop. He
types wicked fast, made more amazing because he does it with his cell phone
hunched between his ear and shoulder, totally absorbed in the world of
business. I've never been able to hold my cell phone between my shoulder
and ear like that. It squirts out, and anyway why not just put it on
speaker phone?

In the kitchen, I make two mugs of coffee and take one in for Rob who gives
me the sweetest smile as he mouths the words, 'Thanks, babe.' Damn, he
looks happy. The two 'B's'... baseball and business make Rob happy... and
me of course. Those three things.

Back in the kitchen, I check the time... it's ten-twenty. We've got plenty
of time for a good breakfast before I'll be meeting Connor at the Quad. He
said to meet him at eleven-thirty. I use the small Boar's Head Black Forest
ham I bought for $10.49 in its vacuum-sealed package last week to cut six
slices of ham. Not big thick slices though; thinnish slices that I'll
lightly fry. Well, not even fry... more like just barely warm them in
butter with a sprinkle of brown sugar... just a sprinkle. They'll go with
scrambled eggs and toast. A traditional breakfast and one that's quick and
easy.

When Rob's finished his phone call he joins me in the kitchen wearing his
bathrobe over his jockey shorts. He hugs me from behind and kisses the side
of my neck, asking, 'What can I do?" I get him toasting four slices of
white bread and ask him to butter them when they pop up.

Rob says, "Dad's over the top with this new project but, damn, it won't
even start for ten or twelve months and he's already planning what he'll
want me to do." I'm putting two dinner plates in the microwave to warm
them, mumbling, "Uh huh," and Rob turns to me, saying, "We might be living
in Falmouth. Um, at the company's expense for a year or so, Dylan. That's
so tentative I hesitate to even mention it, but that's not bad, uh? Living
on the Cape I mean... if it happens." I nod, 'Yeah, the Cape is cool except
for the traffic in the summer... that blows!"

Before Rob can say anything about that his phone rings again. He answers it
and gets it between his ear and shoulder again as two pieces of toast pop
up from the toaster. Spreading softened butter on the toast, he goes, "Yo,
Danny! Thanks for getting back to me, dude." I plop two more pieces of
bread in the toaster for him and then get the plates from the microwave and
scrape our scrambled eggs onto the plates, and then the ham slices." I hear
Rob say Carl's name and something about the ballpark and how 'it' has been
cleared with the coach.

Baseball practice every day isn't enough for these guys. They need to play
ball in between practices. I zone out from listening and instead think
about meeting Connor. The truth is I feel inadequate to deal with that
Stosh person. If he's got Connor in an unhealthy relationship I don't know
what I'd be able to do about it. And who am I to decide if it's an
unhealthy situation anyhow? Connor's my age so he should know what he likes
by now, right? Not really though. I mean, because of his vulnerable
situation he might latch onto any relationship... figuring any relationship
is better than none. Someone like that horrid Stosh could easily take
advantage of Connor because he's never had a family to speak of. Basically,
Connor was taking care of his on-welfare druggie mother all through middle
school and then high school and... oh, fuck, I don't know.

Getting Rob's attention, I give a head-nod at the plates meaning breakfast
is ready. He nods back and smiles as he holds a finger up like... just a
second. Taking a piece of buttered toast I set my plate on the kitchen bar
and grab silverware for us and then sit down to begin eating.

Ten seconds later Robby goes, "Yeah, great. Thanks, dude, I'll see if Dylan
wants to join us." He butters the two slices of toast that just popped up
from the toaster, gives me another slice and takes two slices for
himself. Sitting next to me, he says, "Danny, Carl, and I got the okay to
use the batting cage this morning. We wanna see if we can help Carl hit a
college curveball." I'm like, "Danny organized this?" Rob gives me a
'look', and goes, "Um, no. Why would he organize it? I'm mentoring
Carl. Yesterday I sent a text to Danny asking him to call me and he just
got around to it. I talked him into helping. I'm pitching to Carl and Danny
will snag flies in the outfield. Do you wanna help too? We need an
infielder." I tell him about meeting Connor and that I'll join them when
I'm done with that. Maybe I'll bring Connor with me. Rob says he'll get
another teammate or two to help in the meantime.

We eat pretty quickly and then I drop Rob off at the ballpark where I see
Danny and Carl sitting on the brick wall near the entrance. It's quiet down
here but that's because classes are going on in all the academic building
up above the dormitories. I'm so glad to be outside and not in one of those
classrooms or lecture halls. After parking, I get out with Rob so I can say
'hi' to the boys.

They stand when we walk down and we all do quick hugs. Carl's got a nice
body to give a hug to and then him and Rob start talking with another guy
who just walked over... I guess he's a ballplayer. I suppose they're
deciding how they're going to handle this ad hoc practice.

Meanwhile, Danny's giving me a hug that lasts too long but then I'm not
exactly fighting him off. Fuck, he looks so cool today and he's one of the
rare ones at our age who's still boyishly cute. And there's something that
just seems to happen to me when I'm around Danny. I lean against him and he
goes, "No, not here, babe." Fuck, that pissed me off! I go, "Are you out of
your mind? I wasn't suggesting anything." He grins and squeezes my
shoulder, saying, "Feisty this morning, huh baby?" I shrug, mumbling,
"Don't call me that, okay? It's just that you make me nuts sometimes and I
don't know why, that's all," and he hugs me again, murmuring, "I know I
make you nuts," and I say, "I don't mean like that... not exactly," but I
don't pull away from him either.

Damn, ya know what's happened to me sometimes in the past? It's this, the
more I get to like a certain guy the better looking and cuter I think he
is. With Danny, I already thought he was hot and cute to start with, so
he's off the fucking charts now in that regard. Plus I think he's so
goofily cool and I love that there's not a trace of phoniness about him!

During his too-long second hug, the sides of our faces are together for
like two seconds with his scent getting into my head. It isn't easy but I
force myself to let go of him. Wow, scenes of that Sunday of sex explosion
from Danny flash by my brain as I let out my breath quietly, avoiding a
gasping sound of arousal. I can't fool myself though... my dick feels firm
and really good in my pants.

Looking me in the eyes, Danny has his usual expression of excitement,
excitement about what... about life? I don't know. He's never ever bored
apparently. Uninhibited as usual, he puts his hands on my shoulders and
squeezes while murmuring, "Dylan baby, I've missed you. How you been?"
Jesus, I just told him not to call me that! I do a goofy grin anyway,
muttering, "I'm good," and look over to see Rob talking with Carl and the
other guy. Looking back at Danny I get captivated by his dark blue eyes as
he's saying, "I knew you'd fall in love with the haircut I did for you. If
only you'd trust me more and agreed with me that you'd even look better
with the normal flattop I did for Carl, you'd be liking it that much
more. Next time, okay?" l go, "Um, what about next time?" and he pulls me
against him lifting me off the ground this time as I go, "Fuck, Danny! Put
me down... Jesus!"

He drops my feet on the ground doing his little laugh and then puts his arm
across my shoulders getting both of us walking toward the ballpark
entrance. Goddammit, my dick is rock hard. I'm casually trying to push it
to the side with a hand in my pocket. Meanwhile, Danny has me walking
toward the ballpark entrance. Robby and the other two guys have just walked
inside.

Wait! What am I doing? I stop abruptly, and say, "Oh, I'm not playing ball,
Danny. I'm meeting a friend at the Quad," and I point in the direction of
the Quad as if Danny doesn't know where it is. He goes, "Oh, who's your
friend?" and he tightens his hold across my shoulders pulling me against
him. He has that captivating smile and he seems happy as a puppy-dog. He's
like the friendliest person you ever want to meet. No wonder he knows
almost everybody. He just starts talking to anyone, and with his good looks
and friendly face, they talk to him.

I glance over at the entrance gate again because we're just standing here
now and it's awkward the way he has me against his side. Shrugging my
shoulders and slipping out from under his arm, I go, "Um, my friend is
Connor Neary. You met Connor freshman year." He goes, "Sorry, babe, I never
heard of him, but c'mon and play a little ball with us. Meet that guy,
Connor, later. We're only doing this for an hour or so and then I'll hang
out with you and your friend afterward."

He's wearing his baseball cap back on his head with his hair hanging down
on his forehead almost in his eyes. Yeah, he didn't want a haircut after he
did my haircut, although he needed one. After a fake cough, I mutter,
"Don't you have classes today?" Grinning, he reaches over to touch my hair
but I pull my head back as he mumbles, "Fuck class. I only have the two
o'clock class and I may not even go to that one. She doesn't take
attendance." Chuckling, like it's a game, he reaches over again to touch my
hair. I do an exasperated exhale and let him run the back of his fingers up
the front of my flattop haircut as I mutter, "Well, I told the Connor I'd
meet him and that's what I'm gonna do." Danny's eyes are so bright and
shiny! He says, "Like I said, meet him later. Text him or something," and I
look at my watch, adding, "No, I'm meeting him in a couple of minutes. I'll
hook up with you guys after that."

Danny's hand is on the back of my neck now squeezing as he shrugs and says,
"I've missed you, ya know?" I make a face, muttering "Ha, I'll bet," and
then he squeezes the back of my neck again and I'm like, "Stop it, Danny."
He goes, "Stop what?" I don't want to get into a discussion with him
because he's pretty good at talking me into doing things, so I go, "Forget
I said that," and then I ask, "Um, when am I gonna get to do your haircut?
I'm sort of looking forward to doing that."

Even with his baseball cap on I can see his hair has grown over the tops of
his ears and, as I said, it's almost in his eyes. Taking off his hat Danny
runs his fingers through his hair, saying, "Yeah, um, but I've been sorta
thinking I'm just gonna let my hair grow. Ya know?" Uber disappointed, I
shrug, "Yeah, whatever! Well, I gotta go," and he laughs out loud hugging
me again, saying, "I'm just breaking your balls, baby. Of course, I need a
haircut and I wouldn't let anyone do it but you."

With Rob inside, I find myself again relaxing against Danny during this
latest hug. He notices I guess because he does an extra squeeze, chuckling
and then saying, "You've been missing me too, huh?" Oh God, my dick
couldn't get any harder... could it? Well, who in the hell wouldn't get a
little aroused after the sex I've been having with Danny. I mumble, "Sure,
I've missed you. What's it been... two days since I saw you last?" He goes,
"Two loooong days, yeah." I go, "Hey, seriously... I gotta go." He ignores
that, saying, "Let's see. Tomorrow I've got like eight guys coming to my
dorm for haircuts. Specks will be heading out tonight to spend the weekend
at home, which is wicked convenient for me! He's a good dude but he won't
let me give him a haircut," I go, "He doesn't need one. When I gave you
guys a ride a couple of days ago he looked like he just had a haircut."
Ignoring that, Danny goes, "I'll do it for him Sunday night maybe."

I go, "You don't listen, do you?" Danny laughs and squeezes the back of my
neck again, saying, "I can't keep my hands off you, Dylan. You're so
fucking cute." Shivers go down my back as I push him away, muttering,
"Yeah, thanks... but don't be so obvious with your touching, okay?" Looking
around, I add, "Not here anyway," and I can't help but grin so he'll know I
don't really mind his touching. He goes, "Yeah, okay. Fuck though, I can't
help it that you turn me on, baby!" I do a dumb snicker, muttering, "Right
back at you, but not here."

With his hand only resting lightly on my shoulder now, he thinks for a
second and then goes, "Um, so maybe after I do the guy's haircuts tomorrow,
that's when you can give me a haircut although, nah... I probably won't
feel like it then." I'm exasperated and again disappointed I can't do his
haircut as I say, "Whatever, Danny, I gotta go!" and he's like, "Oh,
yeah. Just so you know, I studied up on preppy haircuts so I know what I'm
gonna do for Rob's haircut." Nodding my head, I'm looking at my watch
again. Danny doesn't pay any attention to that so I'm like, "Um, the guys
are waiting for you inside..."

Ignoring that as well, he brightens up even more and goes, "Oh, and dude,
your little buddy, Pony, is one of the guys who asked me to do a flattop
for him tomorrow. Didn't I tell you when guys saw your haircut they'd want
one like it?" I say, "Um, I guess. Oh, did I mentioned that Rob is gonna be
back home doing something work-related tomorrow... meetings or..." Danny
goes, "No, shit? I guess he'll want me to do his haircut today then." He's
muttering to himself now, "Well damn... Saturday was the only day Golden
did haircuts last year, but screw it, for Rob, I'll make an exception." I'm
pulling away from him finally, while saying, "Um, yeah, I'm sure Rob will
want to look sharp for work. I gotta go now though. I'll probably be down
here before you guys finish playing, um, practicing or whatever. We'll talk
about, um, what we're going to do later..." and I keep inching away taking
little steps backward. He goes, "Yeah, sure, okay. See you in a little
while, Dylan." I nod and turn around to jog back to the pickup. Well, at
least he didn't call me 'baby' this time.

Oh man, sometimes I act like a teenage girl in heat around Danny. I wasn't
expecting to feel that much, um, arousal. It should have occurred to me
that I might have that kind of reaction around him considering the hot sex
we've been having since coming back to college. I need to be more aware of
the situation realizing now that I'm prone to having some extreme 'hots'
for someone special like him. It's like my early days of uber heat for Ryan
Wilcox. Almost the same thing all over again. Funny thing is, I don't want
to do anything about it except try being a little more casual. Keep it
under control a little, be cooler around him. Experience tells me this
infatuation I have for him will fade with time. It always has in the past
with various guys so I should enjoy it to the fullest while it lasts.

In the pickup, I get my mind off Danny.  I mean, with all the great sex
Robby and I have been having it's strange that Danny has the effect on me
that he does. It's probably lucky Danny's and my class schedules prevent a
lot of interaction during the week and that Danny's at baseball practice
every afternoon. I only saw him and his roommate Tuesday by accident and
that's been it for this week. That Sunday with Danny though, that isn't
something I can just write-off as normal buddy sex because it was more than
that somehow. Danny made it more than the normal run-of-the-mill buddy
sex. Wow, Sunday was really, um, really something...

Anyway, I need to get that off my mind and concentrate on my
driving. That's especially true because it's Friday and there's more
activity on campus. Yeah, Rob and I aren't the only students arranging our
course schedule to allow for three-day weekends. On Fridays, there are more
cars moving on campus as well as walking students who appear to be in a
fog. That proves to be so true when I need to wait at a campus intersection
for a gaggle of girls with bicycles who are, for some reason, walking their
bikes across in front of me. Some of the girls are looking right at me and
doing things that I guess could be considered flirting. I nod my head and
smile back at them. Smiling works in almost any situation imaginable.

I'm a couple of minutes late meeting Connor as I park near the
Quad. Getting out of the pickup I light a smoke and try to think what, if
anything, I should say to Connor. It's gonna be almost impossible though
because Connor indicated Stosh will be with him. Balls! that horrid, Stosh.

Maybe my earlier conclusion is the best idea, which is I shouldn't be
butting into his personal life in the first place. It's Connor's choice to
stay with that guy and, actually, it's none of my business. Yeah, but
that's horseshit. Didn't I intercede a few years back when Willie went
completely off the rails acting as that sick fuck's 'slave' on a leash at
the Wildwood boardwalk? Willie turned himself around after I saved his ass
and he's been pretty good since then. I mean pretty normal by Willie's
standards, so my intervention was worthwhile and although Willie and I
haven't spoken of it since... I know in my heart he appreciates me rescuing
him.

As soon as I walk out of the parking lot I spot Connor sitting on the steps
with his backpack on his lap. Looking all around him, I'm checking but
happily not seeing Stosh in the vicinity. Omigod, that's fabulous! I don't
see the asshole 'cause he didn't come. That's beyond awesome! Okay, I feel
better. Connor wasn't hard to spot with that ridiculous skinhead haircut
that Stosh insist giving him weekly. And those dumb-ass Army eyeglasses
too. Christ!

Walking slowly I'm getting more and more pissed-off at what I perceive as
Stosh's bad influence. I mean even Connor's clothes are all wrong; wrong
for a college campus but then he doesn't think about shit like that. Fuck,
he wore the same two outfits all through high school. The only two outfits
he owned!

And I know Goddamn well he's wearing clothes like Stosh wears because he
told me Stosh shops for his clothes or some such nonsense. Everything
Connor's wearing is generic bland. There's a way to dress 'down' and look
kinda sloppy but cool too. Stosh must shop at Kmart for their clothes. Oh
fuck, I don't even know why I think that. I've never even been in a Kmart
store. Am I being a snob?

Flicking my cigarette butt, it goes up in the air and bounces off my
leg. Goddamit! I kick it and then step on it muttering under my
breath. Damn, I need to get in a positive frame of mind! I put a smile on
my face as I pop two spearmint Chicklets in my mouth and, five feet from
him, I'm like, "Yo, Connor! Wassup, boy?"  He lifts his head and what
the...? There's a butterfly adhesive strip next to his black swollen eye?

to be continued...

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

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