Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2019 20:03:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bill <mgtbill@aol.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE Chapter. 37

DYLAN'S SENIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE

Chapter. 37

By Donny  Mumford



Wow, look at the time, it's almost noon Sunday morning and we're still in
bed. Holidays are exhausting although I'm feeling pretty-freakin'-good
after eleven hours sleep. I'm also ready to go back to college. Yeah,
college is less tiring than holidays which sounds crazy but it's sort of
true. The thing is, after graduating from college, what then will I have to
return to? They'll be no turning back, no returning to anything 'cause,
ready or not, it's the end of the line... it's 'get your ass off the gravy
train and do something useful, boy'! So, yeah, that's what's ahead.

While that's true, there's no way I'm the only college student with
concerns about the 'real world' merry-go-round after college, the 'unknown'
that lasts as far into the future as you can see. Concerns like, how
exactly does one do 'adult' all day, every-fucking-day? And, oh yeah, those
college loans need to be paid back. Hmm, I'm in debt up to my eyeballs!
What seemed like money-for-free has to be paid back with interest after
graduating; lending institutions are quite insistent about that. And how
much will I miss the structure college life has provided, as well as the
loss of daily contact with my friends? Yep, I admit that the closer I get
to graduating the more concerns I have about my so-called pursuit of
happiness.

I really should think about something else except, gulp, the real world is
speeding toward me... only five months away now. Well, ya know what? Robby
is my rock, he's my man, and because of him, a number of concerns about my
life after graduation have already been dealt with. Rob has mapped out some
plans for us and he did it two years ago. When he first told me about all
that, I was like... yeah, sure, Rob, whatever. Now I'm beginning to see
things differently.

Glancing over at him, I get shivers thinking how lucky I am he loves me and
wants me in his life for, um, forever. I'm not a passing infatuation of
Rob's, no way. I mean, he's loved me for over five years and I feel his
love stronger now than ever before. Yeah, and that gives me, I don't know,
a security blanket, a 'safe' feeling like I'll be taken care of no matter
what.

Well, that was a pathetic whine! Hell, I think I'm as competent to deal
with the future as the average guy, which perhaps isn't saying much. No
seriously, I can take care of myself but it is nice to have someone to lean
on too, ya know? And, as a bonus, Robby happens to be super good looking
and sexy too, which doesn't hurt the situation at all! Heh heh.

Staring at him as he sleeps past the eleven-hour mark, I admit to myself he
looks more youthful and sexier with that haircut Danny's been giving him,
and to think I didn't like it at first. I've been working on a theory
though, to wit: it's a good idea to give yourself a little time before
definitively making a judgment about almost anything. I say that 'cause
time can change your perspective, change your opinion about almost anything
if you give it a chance.

Reaching over I gently brush his bangs off his forehead with my fingertips
thinking, hmm, actually he needs a haircut. Then I surprise myself by
realizing I'd rather Danny do Rob's haircut than do it myself. Danny's a
better barber than I am. Aw, ain't that wicked unselfish of me? I mean, to
sacrifice my haircut fetish in order for my boyfriend to get a better
haircut. I'm a fucking saint, that's what I am... heh, heh, not really.

Rob makes a sound in his sleep and then goes up on his side facing away
from me now to cough. How considerate of him. Hmm, I have this irresistible
urge to feel his body against mine so, sliding over to him I put my arm
around his waist pulling us together. His body is warm and tight, and
totally masculine. Oh man, it feels so good and I love him so much! Putting
my face against the back of his warm neck, his hair tickles my face and,
umm, he smells sexy and special and his blond hair is so soft. When I
squeeze him extra tightly, he mumbles, "What are you doing now, Dylan?"

Letting go of him, I'm like, "Gawd! I'm showing my man some affection and
that's what I get... 'what are you doing now, Dylan'?" He smoothly turns
over to face me. Everything he does is smooth and seemingly
effortless. Grinning, he goes, "Sorry, baby, I forgot how friggin'
sensitive you are. You'd think I'd know that by now, wouldn't you?" I
mutter, "I'm not a baby, Rob! Don't patronize me like that." He makes a
cute face, saying, "Especially sensitive this morning, huh? We'll start
over," and in a big macho voice, he goes, "Good morning, Dylan! What the
fuck time is it? Um, if you don't mind me asking that innocuous question of
your twenty-two-year-old young-adult self." I nod my head, mumbling, "Yeah,
okay. Ya better go back to treating me like your baby-lover. I guess I
liked that better." Grinning, he grabs me and hugs me and then rubs his
face against the side of my necks doing little wet-kisses and licks that
give me shivers. As I shudder as he murmurs, "You're still gonna be my baby
when we're seventy-fucking-years-old... at least until then."

My arms go around him to hug him back, and then our mouths are together and
our lips kiss and our tongues slide over one another. This is a sexy and
pleasant activity so we continue doing it for quite some time while
clinging to one another. Our penises do what they do, and when they're both
hard as wood and firmly up against our bellies Rob rolls me over and,
putting a hand on my buttocks for support, he reaches for the tube of
Astroglide from off the nightstand. As I lie here on my stomach I'm moving
my hips slightly to rub my hard boner on the mattress thinking about
nothing except this moment in time, not wanting to be with anyone else
anywhere but here in the known or, for that matter, the unknown universe.

Robby's finger pushes lubricant into my asshole and then I hear the,
"Squish, squish, squish," sounds of him stroking lubricant onto his fat
hard sex organ. There's a moment or two of Rob positioning himself and then
it's a slow connection, an insertion of Rob's hard cock up my relaxed
rectum. I groan at the discomfort that's barking from my
stretched-beyond-reason asshole. Not for long though as it begins settling
down by the time I feel Rob's body tight against my butt cheeks and all of
his engorged fat boner snugly up inside my rectum. It still hurts a little
but feels good too and a moan slips from my throat.

Rob lies on my back, his exhaled breath warm and moist at the back of my
head as we're motionless for a few seconds. Then a quiet moan from Robby
before his lips are brushing my ear as he murmurs "You're my world, Dylan,
my whole world," and he licks my ear and then puts his tongue in it and,
for a second. I think I'm going to cum. I don't, but that almost-orgasm,
that tease of spontaneous orgasm, felt so good my body shudders with
pleasure.

Robby is pretty much lying on top of me, his very hard fat boner filling me
up perfectly and, ooh, it's such a dreamily submissive feeling knowing it's
Robby dominating my ass. The stubble of his sparse beard against my cheek
is almost scratchy now as compared to not so long ago when it was soft. He
does some humps on my buttocks, slightly moving his really fat hard cock
against my prostate gland and the muscles in my buttocks tighten
spontaneously as I bite the pillow and moan with pleasure.

With his lips brushing against my left ear again, he whispers, "I love
you," and then he smoothly moves only his hips and begins fucking me
steadily. Steady but not hard enough to create the sounds of males fucking
and after a while I can't tell if he's pulling his fat boner back or
pushing it in... all I know is the pleasure is enormous.

Quiet moans of sexual pleasure hover all around us and that's my world
right now. I can barely hear the moans that perhaps are only coming from me
but probably from both of us. My asshole, in its extremely stretched
condition, is sizzling with familiar itchy pleasure vibrations as Rob's
hard cock moves back and forth at a tantalizingly steady speed creating
sensations off my prostate so intense I'm biting my lips with my eyes
tightly closed luxuriating in sexual pleasure that never ceases to amaze
me. Every time we do this it seems impossible the amount of pleasure Rob's
fat slippery boner creates in my mind and body.

This could go on forever as far as I'm concerned. Yeah, we could happily
defy the law of gravity and float in ecstasy like this through the cosmos
until the sun blows up in a supernova event... that would be a really hot
time alright. Yeah, Robby and I docked together like this for
eternity. Then, after ten minutes or however long it's been, I'm thinking
maybe this will go on forever. In a distant tiny part of my brain, the
steady thrusting and my quiet moans are like that ancient Greek invention
called a metronome... Rob's thrusting synchronizes almost perfectly with my
heartbeat. Spooky.

It's the steady thrusting and streaks of pleasure and then a quiet, "Oh,"
from me as my heartbeat goes thump... and on and on like that for a
wonderfully long time until we float too close the sun and the heat becomes
too hot and ignites my climax. My climax awakens and begins building
quickly, reaching the tipping point at an alarming rate and it seems
Robby's does too as he grunts, "Umm," and thrusts faster and
harder. Quickly the first, "Slap, slap," sounds join the party. The
pressure of climax grows and grows as I struggle to push my ass up at
Robby's thrusting and now it's faster, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds with me
going, "Ah, ahh, ahhh," and then it becomes faster yet, AND louder,
"SLAPSLAPSLAP!" sounds and, "Umm, umm, umm, ooh, Rob..." and then the world
explodes!

Cum rushes from my nuts and out my iron cock but there's no place for it to
go as it squeezes out under my stomach. And then it does it two more times
as my vision is filled with red popping balloons and no amount of me
struggling can move me on the mattress with Robby's weight on me as he's
pounding his load of spunk up my ass and making his familiar desperate
breathy sounds. It's been thunderous and violent... and then it's calm with
a scarily fast retreating of sensation, but they leave behind startling
ripples of after effects too, and then they fade as well leaving me limp
and weak with a goofy smile on my face as I do a contented sigh...

The incomprehensible explosion of erotic sensations were hearts pounding
and chests heaving events... then a silent moment followed by a long sigh
from Rob as he slides off my back pulling his sloppy cock from my ass. We
lie here for thirty seconds calming down before he rolls up against me with
an arm over my chest and then we lie like this for a minute with Rob's arm
riding up and down on my chest as I suck in oxygen. My head is still
swimming with dizziness as I take a deep breath and then lean hard against
Robby, and mumble, "You know it's your job to take care of me when I need
you to, right?" He runs his fingers back through my hair, quietly saying,
"Of course, that's if you ever need to be taken care of although I doubt
you will. Still, sometimes I like pretending I'm doing that anyway." I go,
"Keep pretending, that's all I'm saying. I'll decide if you're actually
doing it or not." He chuckles and quietly murmurs, "Okay, baby, whatever
you say." Fuck, this is soooo good!

We lie together touching but not saying anything until we hear a quiet tap
on the bedroom door and Rob's mom saying, "Boys, Dad and I are going over
to the club for lunch. Don't you dare leave without saying goodbye." Robby
yells, "Thanks a lot for waking us the hell up, Mom! We were out late last
night!" I hit him on the arm and give him a dirty look. Rob snickers and
then says sweetly, "Sorry for yelling, Mom. We'll stop in at the club a
little later. You can buy us lunch." She says, "That'll be wonderful,
dear. See you guys over there." Robby pinches my nose, asking, "How'd I
do?" I go, "You're too rude to your mom."

He gets his arms around me and hugs me too tightly, grunting, "This is a
perfect development though! We're gonna take a shower together as soon as
they leave," and he gets both his arms around me squeezing tightly
again. Omigod, how wonderful it is to be loved...

Robby lets go of me and smoothly gets a hand on the mattress on either side
of my chest looking down at me, asking, "Are you feeling the urge to get
back to Merrimack like I am?" I nod my head, "Yeah, I was thinking that
same thing." He goes, "It's weird, isn't it?" I nod again and say, "You
need a haircut. Did your dad say anything about that at work yesterday?" He
makes a face, sputtering, "Fuck, whaddaya think? I'm
twenty-two-fucking-years-old, for chrissakes." I grin, "Yeah, I know how
old you are, but did your dad say anything about you needing a haircut?" He
snickers and goes, "Yeah, he did, haha! You asshole!" and he messes my hair
and then lays on me again.

His body is awesomely sexy and I squirm under him trying to feel all of him
against me. We kiss a few times and then, abruptly, he hops off me and in
one motion is standing next to the bed with his hand taking mine to pull on
me, saying, "Come on, you. We're taking a shower now." I go, "Yes, Sir,"
and let him slide me off the mattress.

In the bathroom, I turn on the water in the tub and hit the lever to get it
coming out the shower head. While the water comes up to the desired
temperature we brush our teeth and then take a piss standing next to each
other with Robby mumbling, "This is a goofy question, but did you ever have
a problem getting a piss started when another guy is pissing near you? I
know some guys on the team who have that problem." I go, 'What?" and then
chuckle, saying, "Well, yeah, actually I did. Years ago though, before I
knew I was gay. After that, I became comfortable with my body. Now I can
piss with people taking pictures of my dick and looking at it with a
magnifying glass." Robby laughs out loud and then goes, "Tell me about how
you learned you're gay." I go, "No. Let's take our shower now."

We bathe each other slowly looking at one another with, admittedly, smug
expressions. Yeah, we don't think anybody else could be as cool together or
as happy as we are. When we've been in the shower bathing each other for
fifteen minutes, or maybe longer, and we're as clean as we're probably ever
going to get, we hug and kiss under the flow of the water until our cocks
are steel pipes again and then Robby fucks me hard and fast with wet,
"Slapslapslap," sounds right from the start. There's plenty of Astroglide
still in my ass, plus some of Rob's cum from earlier that hasn't drooled
out yet, plus my asshole never did completely close up. It's a premium,
maximum quality recreational fuck that leaves me once again seriously dizzy
after my wickedly strong climax. The climax was so strong I feel weak and
without Robby holding me up I believe I'd sit on the bottom of the
tub. Seriously! A metaphor perhaps for the rest of my life with Robby.

Holding me up with his hands under my arms, he's like, "You okay, babe?"
Another deep breath and I stand on my own, mumbling, "Yep, never been
better, Rob." he goes, "I'll say! Heh heh, I can't imagine how you could
possibly be any better." Getting out of the tub/shower, I go, "Thank you!
We were referring to different kinds of 'better' but thanks for the
endorsement. In that regard, you couldn't be any better either." Rob tosses
me a towel and as we dry ourselves, he asks, "So, should we go over to my
Dad's club for lunch, or text our apologies?" I shrug, "I'm hungry so let's
go for lunch and then I want us to stop in and spend some time with my
mom."

Dressed and ready to go, we dump the clothes and other items we brought
from college in the pickup's back seat. Then, leaning against the pickup's
back door, I text Mom to find out if she's home. She could still be at
Tom's. She's home and I tell her we're stopping over to see her after
lunch. And, after our lunch with Rob's parents at the clubhouse, that's
what we do. We have a nice visit with Mom and Tris at Mom's condo. Rob is
comfortable, gregarious, and talkative with my mom and Tris... and that's
another thing I love that about him!

It's four-thirty before we're finally driving down Route 9 heading for
Route 128. It's a quiet drive back to college with both of us feeling
relaxed and, well, we're both feeling pretty fucking good actually. There
are a few grins exchanged between us during the hour's drive, but mostly we
just listen to music on the radio. When we're almost back to college I get
a sweet smile and a pat on my leg from Robby though... it's all good!

At the apartment, Rob parks in a convenient spot for unloading the stuff we
took home. We need to get back in a college frame of mind pretty quickly
because we've got classes tomorrow. After getting a big wash load chugging
along in the basement, we check out the class work we did before we left
for home five days ago and then get our backpacks ready for tomorrow
morning. Comfortable we're ready to face college again, we have a smoke on
the balcony. It's cold and, of course, dark by now so, wearing only our
sweatshirts we hunch our shoulders and make quick work of our
cigarettes. While getting our quick nicotine 'fix' we decide what to do
about dinner. We decide to eat at Bertucci's restaurant.

Inside again, we flip a coin to see which one of us will go to the basement
to move the clothes from the washing machine to the dryer. After I do that
and I'm on my way back upstairs, Chubby calls asking what we're doing for
dinner. I tell him and he says he'll meet us at Bertucci's in an hour. He
doesn't want to eat at the dining hall because he claims they aren't up to
full staff after the break and they're offering more like a lunch rather
than dinner. Oh, and John Beverly has the flu and is already in bed for the
night, so he won't be joining us. That's a shame.

It's a typical meal at Bertucci's, meaning slow service but tasty food. We
all order a beer although I don't think any of us really wants one. It's
what you do though... have a drink while waiting for our meals. Chub's
hungover from a party he was at last night in Haverhill with some
girl. That's the reason he came back to Merrimack yesterday. Even with the
hangover Chubby still had Rob and me laughing our balls off telling us
about the party. He tells us funny shit in a monotone voice. Describing
outlandish people and their outlandish behavior seems even funnier when he
describes it as if there isn't anything outlandish about it.

So, with full stomachs, Rob and I are still chuckling as we drive back to
the apartment. On our way out of the restaurant, Chubby ran into two guys
who had dinner in another section of the restaurant. Both guys have
obviously had a lot more to drink than the one beer we had before
dinner. They're from Chub's dormitory and they talk him into joining them
for a few 'nightcaps' at Rolf's Bar, so good luck to them.

Rob and I are patting ourselves on the back and talking ourselves into
believing that we have too much common sense to go drinking the night
before classes are starting up again. A part of me wants to do just that
though. Instead, we get to bed early and have some lover's sex similar to
this morning's so all-in-all, I'd rather do that than get drunk with the
boys. Or, doing both things would be the other possibility.

Well, Rob and I said we were sort of looking forward to getting back to
college, but Monday morning I'm already dreading the thought of going to
class. Now I can't remember what it was I was looking forward to. We've
only missed one day of classes when ya get right down to it. We had
abbreviated classes on Wednesday and then missed Thursday's classes, and we
don't have classes on Fridays anyway. Thanksgiving isn't much of a
break. It's short too, but it was kinda hectic with lots of drinking and
socializing so I guess we needed a break from that.

We're right back in the routine though, and by the end of the second class
it doesn't seem like we had a break at all. This week's classes will be all
about finalizing the course studies for this semester. Starting next week
it's going to be lots of reviewing for the final exams coming up in three
weeks. The reviewing and studying will happen both in class and at the
apartment 'cause Rob and I do not leave preparation for exams to chance, or
to the last minute. We do not subscribe to the classic all-night cramming
sessions that some students rely exclusively on for exams.

Walking out of our last class Monday, Robby goes, "Dylan, don't be mad, but
I haven't been at the ballpark for a week and I'd like to spend some time
there. Do you mind?" Well, what am I gonna say... yes, I mind? I shrug,
"Nah, I don't mind, Rob. Do you want a ride to the ballpark?" He hands me
the new pickup's keys, saying, "If you'll take my backpack, I'd just as
soon walk." I take his backpack, mumbling, "No problem. Shoot me a text
when you're ready to go and I'll come to get you."

Then, because he'd probably like to know, but won't ask, I tell him, "I
guess I'll go back to the apartment. I don't know, maybe I'll lay around
reading my latest book." He goes, "What are you reading now?" I'm like, "Do
you remember those boys caught in a cave in Thailand?" He nods, and I go,
"That's the book I'm reading. I guess there is more than one book about
that rescue. The one I've got is titled, 'The Boys in the Cave' by some ABC
news correspondent who was there from start to finish." Robby asks, "Is the
book any good?" I'm like, "It's interesting because the entire operation
was so much more complicated than you'd think. With books describing an
incident like this one though, the author needs to have 'filler'
information about people ya don't care about to stretch out the number of
pages. I skip over that. The interesting part was how the rescue was
actually an impossible task, and from what I've read so far, the most
experienced cave diver in the world said if they can get one of the eleven
boys out alive it'll be considered a successful operation." Rob goes, "They
saved all of them, plus the coach!" I go, "No shit, but before they
attempted this ridiculously impossible rescue, that's what they
thought. They thought it would take a miracle... you need to read the book
to understand why."

Patting my shoulder, he says, "I'd like to read it when you're
done. Anyway, I'll text you when I've checked out anything new happening
with the team, and thanks for understanding, babe." We walk off in opposite
directions. Rob's jogging down toward the dormitories and the ballpark
that's on the other side of the dormitories, and I'm taking my time walking
to the parking lot wearing my backpack and carrying Rob's.

In the pickup, I turn the engine over and then sit here a second. Hmm, what
I told Rob is exactly what I intended doing when I said it except now I'm
wondering if Danny cut his last class today? He hates the professor in that
class and the lady never takes attendance so he's cut the class a number of
times already. Very few professors take attendance at college. Well, except
when they get a bug up their ass because hardly any students are showing
up. The professor's ego gets fucked or something and they break out an
unexpected attendance roll call. Annoying, sure, but Rob and I are almost
always in class so we don't especially care if they take attendance or not.

Hmmm, I'd text my buddy Pony 'cause I kinda miss him, except he always
makes his Monday afternoon classes. So, what to do? Ah, what the heck, I
text Danny and he texts back that, yeah, he cut his last class and now he's
at the ballpark. Fucking baseball players!

I leave it at that because how can I compete with baseball? Anyway, I'm far
from horny! While driving off campus I decide it's not a matter of me being
horny or not. I'd just like to goof around with Danny. We didn't spend much
time together during the break; not just the two of us, and I guess I sort
of miss him. Okay, I admit I still have this 'thing' for Danny and that
takes nothing away from how awesome Robby's been 'cause he's been fantastic
sex-wise and every-other-wise. My feelings for Danny are so different from
how I feel about Robby... they're two completely different worlds, totally
different. I happen to enjoy both of them, that's all. No conflict, or
anything like that.

As I'm pulling into the apartment complex my cell phone pings. Huh? I pull
over on the gravel and fumble my cell phone from my pocket. It's a text
from Danny: `I'm on my way to my dorm right now. Specks is still at
home. He's sick with a bad case of the flu so meet me in my room.'  What?
Just like that he expects me to drop everything and come running to his
dorm? Speaking of egos! And what happened to his stay at the ballpark?
Maybe he did whatever it was he went there to do. I should have followed up
his last text.

It takes me five minutes to drive back on campus and after parking at the
lot closest to dormitory row, I wander down past a few dormitories feeling
a little giddy. This crush I have on Danny is so stupid, but it's lots of
fun too. He's very unique with his combination of goofiness and
sexiness... and friendliness. He's very friendly... haha. And, ya know, I
still like a little variety in my sex life. Robby's totally aware of this
little quirk of mine, and still putting up with it, so...

It's funny how Danny's similar to Rob in many ways, and then very different
in other ways. Christ, I find Danny kinda irresistible actually. And I'm
referring to him strictly in a 'buddy-sex-friend'... Rob's my
lover. Danny's and my friendship is kind of a weird happenstance when
considering the years we were around each other without a spark to light a
fire under either of us. That is until last summer when BANG! just like
that, I got a crush on him... a crush that simply won't let go.

Going into his dormitory I see one guy in the hall. That's odd because
usually there are guys acting like middle school kids lighting farts and
what have you, although I suppose most guys are in class now. This one guy
though is right inside the door sitting on a stool he obviously pulled out
from the recreation room... the first room on the left. It's where Danny
stole his barber stool many weeks ago. The guy is doing something with his
cell phone. Huh, he's not a bad looking young guy except he has one major
flaw; he has those hideous earlobe extenders, or whatever the fuck they're
called. I hate those things! He's friendly though. He looks up at me and
smiles, mumbling, "Hey, dude... wassup?" I nod, muttering, "Not much," and
keep walking. He probably recognizes me from other times I've been here.

Danny's room is up three steps to what's technically the first floor. The
recreation room is partially underground. Yeah, that's weird, I
know. Second door on the left is Danny's and Specks' dorm room. Tapping the
back of my knuckles on the door, Danny opens it immediately. I'm slightly
startled when he grabs the front of my leather jacket and pulls me inside,
kicking the door shut behind us. I'm like, "What the...?" and Danny asks,
"Was anyone out there?" I mumble, "Yeah, one guy with extenders in his
ears... why?" He goes, "Oh, uh huh, I just wondered. That's Bart Roy. He's
a hockey player. "

Shrugging at that bit of useless information, I'm staring at the barber
chair that's replaced the barber stool I just had a thought about. The last
time I laid eyes on this barber chair was in Danny's garage. Pointing at
it, I go, "How did that...?" and Danny says, "Mom's boyfriend... um, I mean
her friend drove me back here in his van. We brought the chair with
us. Pretty neat, huh?" I ask, "What's Speck gonna say?" Danny sits in the
barber chair, muttering, "What can he say? It doesn't take up much more
space than the stool." I'm like, "Yes, it does."

Well, the chair isn't especially big I guess, certainly not like old time
barber chairs... they're big. This chair is made of chrome rods and fake
leather, but it looks heavy because of the square base that contains some
mechanism for cranking the chair up or down depending on how tall the guy
getting a haircut is. I go, "Do you have a bench that fits over the arms
for when little kids are getting a haircut?" He frowns, "What little kids?"
Taking off my jacket, I mumble, "I was joking. Don't you remember being a
little kid and the barber had this kiddie seat for you to sit on so your
head was higher than the back of the...?"

I stop talking because Danny's not interested in what I'm saying and I can
tell he's not listening. When he doesn't hear words coming out of my mouth,
he smiles, saying, "You missed me, didn't ya?" I give him an annoyed
expression and he points at me, saying, "Yes, you did! Texting me as soon
as Rob went to the ballpark. Christ two minutes after Rob and I said hello
I got your text." Sitting in his desk chair, I'm like, "Yeah? Um, did you
say anything to him? About the text, I mean." Shaking his head, he goes,
"No! Why would I? Well, not about your text. We said, 'hi' and talked a
little about not seeing much of each other during the break. That's about
it though. He got called by Coach Davis and that's when I texted
you... when I was leaving."

Taking out my cell phone, I'm like, "I'm texting Rob that I ran into
you. You know, in case he should mention it to you." Danny nods and then
asks, "Whaddaya wanna do?" I'm still texting, so he adds, "Haha, you know
what I wanna do, but it's up to you." Putting my phone in my pocket I
glance at him thinking that he looks cool! I swear it takes an effort not
to drop my pants for him.

Standing up, I'm like, "I don't know what I feel like doing. I was gonna
read this book I started back home. Um, I sent you that text 'cause, well I
guess you're right... I missed you." He grins, "I missed you too. Come over
here and sit on my lap." I'd like to do that but instead, I act annoyed,
muttering, "Get real! Let's get something to drink at the Quad. Ya know, we
can see who's there, or whatever..." Danny gets up from the barber chair,
saying, "Yeah, I could go for a cup of coffee or one of those little
bottles of 5-hour energy drinks, ya know?" I mutter, "I've never tried
one. Seems a lot of money, like five bucks. Coffee is cheaper..." Danny's
behind me now and he gets both arms around the front of my neck pulling me
back against him.

What I should do is pull away, but instead I lean against him docilely. He
murmurs, "Nice of you to admit you missed me," and he leans his head
forward to rub the side of his face against mine, murmuring in my ear, "I
love you, baby. Pull your pants down, please," and he begins walking me
toward his bed, adding with a whisper, "We'll both be able to think more
clearly when we get our hormones under control." My dick feels firm and
heavy in my pants. I wish I knew why Danny has this effect on me, I really
do!

At the bed he lets go of me and gives the back of my head a gentle push,
quietly saying, "I'm so fucking horny for you. Look at me, I'm shaking,"
and, since I'm not 'pulling down my pants' as he said, Danny reaches around
my waist to undo the button of my pants and then pulls them down to my
knees. He gives my ass a big smack, "SMACK!" saying, "I'll get my lube,"
and then smacks my ass twice more, "SMACK! SMACK!"

I'm still just standing here at the side of his unmade bed, my pants around
my knees, my jockey shorts still on my ass that's stinging. I'm sort of
frozen here. My cock is already kinda hard 'cause I really like the way
Danny takes over completely like this, and the spanking he did was just
right too, not too little or too much. My left butt cheek is quivering and
feeling warm and stinging. Then Danny smacks my ass again, but I like
that. I also think it's uber sexy how casually he does it, and without him
feeling the need to explain himself. Still, it stings and I'm rubbing my
ass looking back at him to see if he's going to do it again.

It doesn't appear that he is because he's got the lube and with a hand
going in past the waistband at the back of my underpants his finger spreads
some KY jelly around, and then a finger goes into my asshole. I jump
slightly and he chuckles, asking, "Did that feel cold?" He rubs all around
the inside of my asshole and then over my prostate until I'm bending
forward going, "Umm, umm, Danny..."  He puts a hand firmly on my back and
rubs my prostate a few more times and then lets out a long exhale before
murmuring, "Doing this turns me on. I'll probably cum in twenty seconds,
baby. Hey, bend over more..."

Well, if it'll only take twenty seconds, what's the harm in helping out a
friend? I bend all the way over, putting both hands on the bed for support
as Danny pulls my underpants down, but just below my buttocks. Another hard
smack on my bare ass so the "SMACK!" sound is much louder and it has my
left butt cheek quivering again and really stinging now. Danny spreads my
butt cheeks apart too far and keeps them spread as the head of his cock
touches my asshole. With a gasp from him, he pushes it in and then goes,
"Ooooh, fuck," as he's pushing on the back of my head, mumbling, "Lay your
chest on the bed, baby. You know how I like it. C'mon... work with me
here." I lean forward with my face and chest on the bed, my feet still on
the floor while keeping my ass held up as high as I can. He murmurs, "There
ya go... that's nice teamwork."

When I bent forward though, the head of his cock pulled completely out of
my ass. I make an unintentional whiny sound that makes Danny snicker and
say "Oops..."  Damn, I hate myself for whining like that! It's just that my
anus felt just the right amount of stretched-hurt from the head of his
boner. Danny's cock is the perfect size for my ass... it creates a perfect
hurt, not too much or too little. He has everything down just right.

Danny pulls on my hips, saying, "Keep your ass up for me, please," and I
push my ass up a tiny bit more, which is all I can manage because he's
kicking my legs apart. Then he moves them further apart until they're
feeling achy at the inside of my crotch. He murmurs, "Okay, that's good
like that," and his cock goes inside me again with my back arching, but it
feels so fucking good too!

Grabbing my hips, Danny grunts and pushes his boner in another four
inches. I hear him gasp and then he pats my ass, quietly saying again,
"Keep your ass up, please..." but he sounded a little annoyed this time so
I strain to push my ass up more but, as I said, it's not so easy with my
legs spread like this. I know it's weird of me but I like the way Danny
always has me in almost a state of uncomfortableness; it emphasizes that
he's the boss. The last of his boner goes in now and he presses hard
against my buttocks, murmuring, "Ooooh, mmmm, this feels so good. I've been
dreaming about this the entire break." Hey, how'd he get his boner so hard,
so fast?

That's the last random thought I have as Danny starts right in fucking my
ass hard! My boner quickly gets so stiff it's sticking out straight with
the head bumping the side of the mattress with every hard thrust of Danny's
hips. The slap sound of Danny smacking into my buttocks is subtle, "Slap,
slap, slap," sounds because he pulled his jeans down below his nuts but his
boner is sticking out the slit in his boxer shorts and the material of his
boxers deadens the sound. Omigod though, he's fucking me really hard and
it's such a different feel, the entire sex act is so different with Danny
than with anyone else. I moan, "Oooh, ummm... Danny, ahhh..." No response
from him except quiet grunting and maybe harder and faster thrusting as his
hands are gripping my hips tightly. When Danny's aroused, as he apparently
is, he's a dominant 'top'. One of the best even though he doesn't know he's
being dominant.

He's doing his usual full six-inch thrusting and seemingly in the same
motion pulling it back so fast I swear it'll pull right out of my
ass... but it never does. It pulls the lips of my anus outward for a
microsecond before he's plunging his hard cock back in electrifying my
asshole and prostate each time... it's like the extreme pleasure of the
first thrust continues exactly the same every fucking time.

As sexual pleasure rolls over me I'm visualizing Danny's hard
straight-as-a-poker, pale-pinkish-white boner disappearing quickly inch by
inch up my ass. It's moving so quickly it doesn't seem possible that it's
already gone in again... a piston of hard human flesh engorged with seminal
fluids creating sexual pleasure for him and me. The sexy itchy-vibrations
around my anus combine with just the right amount of stretched 'hurt' to
have my asshole sort of vibrating and then his awesome boner swiftly
presses against my prostate sliding by steadily creating shuddering
pleasure as the head moves along spreading open my insides tightly and then
everything happens in reverse so quickly it's beyond belief and it feels
almost too good to be believed.

There are waves of sexual pleasure all around my pelvic region and then
sensations begin spreading down the inside of my stretched thighs feeling
so good I wouldn't know how to begin explaining or describing it. Danny's
in his own world now experiencing the kind of pleasure that evolution had
in mind for the male penis. Danny continues grunting quietly as his boner
pounds steadily, fast and hard up my ass and always the full six-inches of
exquisiteness. It goes on longer than the twenty-seconds he said, but not a
helluva lot longer.

Who knows exactly, but I'm guessing that it's maybe around the ninety
seconds point that Danny's thrusting gets even wilder and I'm scrunching up
my face because the sensations in my ass are almost too much to deal with
and now they've lit my orgasmic button. A climax is now roaring up on me
and my anticipation of it is off the fucking charts. I'm stiff as a board,
every muscle in my body ready to help this latest climax explode from my
nuts. I'm in this paralyzing state of readiness when I hear Danny gasp
alarmingly and then I feel his hard stream of cum warming my rectum, I go
to squeal but Danny's hand slaps across my mouth and muffles my squeal as
cum rockets from my straight-out hard boner splattering cum against the
fitted sheet at the side of the mattress, and then again. Incredible
sensations flood over me making my whole body shudder. I'm too involved in
the sensations to even moan. A last big shudder and I'm finally able to
moan, "Ooooh," as I slump on the bed dropping my ass as Danny's cock pulls
out.

He staggers back a few steps bumping into the desk chair as I moan at the
last delicious after-effect vibrations zipping around my groin before
simmering down and I'm able to relax completely into a puddle of
limpness. Omigod that was fast and incredibly awesome! One of those
climaxes that reach an unbelievable level of intense pleasure for just a
fraction of a second before spreading out like fireworks into a fast and
otherworldly orgasm. It really leaves a person shaky, which is how I
feel... shaky. My shoulders do a delayed shudder as Danny's mumbling, "Wow,
that was worth the wait."

Still feeling weak after that mountain of pleasure, my head turns so I can
see Danny. He's vigorously cleaning his dick with a Wet Ones antibacterial
wipe. Dropping the disposable wipe in the desk's little trash can he pulls
out a second wipe from the container and wipes his dick again and then
drops that one in the trash too, although it misses and drifts down to the
floor. Danny takes a deep breath and goes, "You never disappoint,
baby. That ass of yours should be cast in gold." He's lazily drying his
dick with three or four Kleenex tissues now.  Obviously, he's not thinking
about going for 'seconds', or he wouldn't be sterilizing his sex organ.

Handing me tissues, Danny asks, "You okay?" I nod my head, still in a bit
of a trance as he exclaims, "Holy shit, that was, um, awesome! Don't ya
think?" Taking a deep breath I slowly push myself up off the bed and,
trying to be cool and blasé about it, I put the tissues under my
asshole and sit on the edge of the mattress, mumbling, "Yeah, good
climax. Fast though... you were right about it being quick." He's got an
arm around me pulling me up off the bed. Some of the tissues stick to my
ass but I'm kinda still in a fog, still shivering a little from pleasurable
memories. The tissues sticking to my ass aren't a big concern to me at the
moment. I really love the way Danny fucks... seriously!

He's got his left arm around my waist, his other hand is around to my
backside peeling off the sticking tissues and using fresh tissues to wipe
up more of his cum drooling out of my ass as he exclaims, "Holy shit, baby,
I shot a pint of cum up your precious ass." I go, "A pint? Really?" He's
like, "Well, whaddya expect since I haven't had any sexual relief since the
last time you and I fucked." He picks up a towel off the floor and swipes
it across my butt cheeks. Dropping the towel almost exactly on the floor
where it's been laying for God only knows how log, he mutters, "Just stay
like this a second," and he smacks my ass hard, twice... "SMACK! SMACK!"
and then he says, "You probably should put something in your jockey shorts
'cause there's a lot of my spunk still up there," and another, "SMACK!" I
go, "Ow!" and he lets go of me.

Chuckling, he says, "There's something so, I don't know, so satisfying
about spanking you. I think it's that you let me do it. That gets me
aroused like you're saying it's okay for me to do it because..." and he
stops. I go, "Because of what?" Shrugging, Danny's like, "Well, jeez,
anything I say will probably sound wrong, sound like I think I'm superior
in our relationship when I don't mean it that way. I'm the boss of us but I
don't feel superior at all... that's all I'm saying."

Huh, that's interesting. He didn't want to say he's dominant but he's the
boss of us... haha. I'm like, "No, why don't you say what you're thinking
Danny." He shakes his head, mumbling, "No, it'll come out wrong, Dylan!
You're trying to trick me into saying something like... um. No, ya know
what... it's simple. I'm the 'top'... let's just leave it at that. A 'top'
has every right to spank his 'bottom' boy, and you gotta admit you are my
bottom boy, who I love by the way." I'm snickering and he laughs, "See,
you're trying to fuck up my head. I know what I mean but I can't put it in
the right words... and it's nothing bad either." What he's saying is, he's
the dominant one and I'm the submissive one. Those words aren't in his
vocabulary, or maybe the words are but the concept isn't.

Danny shakes his head a little while he buttons his jeans, obviously
wanting to get onto another topic. Enthusiastically, he says, "Good God, I
needed that hot ass of yours! Ya know, since my love affair with you, I've
eliminated random sex so I'm not having sex nearly as often as I used
to... but you're worth it," and he sees I'm fumbling with the button on my
pants so he pushes my hand away, mumbling, "Let me help you with that. I
like taking care of you, baby." My hands are still a little shaky anyway so
I let him get the button through the slot.

Wow, that was a fast hard fuck and it just about blew my socks off. And I
can't pinpoint why that is exactly, but then extra hot climaxes just happen
sometimes for reasons unknown.

Danny, of course, is mostly into himself and so unaware I'm almost comatose
after the orgasm I just had. He's now wiping my cum off the side of his
bed, saying, "I'm ready for that coffee at the Quad now." Turning to look
at me, he grins and goes off in another direction, asking, "Hey, how come
you guys didn't text me Friday night?" Trying to get my mind to think about
that, I pretty much fade completely out of my trance, as I go, "What? When
didn't we text you?" He goes, "After the football games last Friday. You
guys didn't go to the bar like you said, and then you never texted me." I
go, "Well, why didn't you text me? Why the fuck do I always need to be the
one who texts?"

See, this is good! That was definitely buddy sex we just had, and now
Danny's acknowledging that without realizing it. As I always say, when
buddy sex is over you move on to talk about, or argue
about... whatever. Good, there was none of Danny's lover's sex this
time... oh man though, that climax was super hot! That's where variety
comes in for me... guys do basically the same thing, I mean it is basically
the same thing no matter who you're doing it with, but there are some
different aspects to it at the same time. That's what I mean about variety
during the sex act. And, I guess it's good for one's self-image too,
knowing there's more than one person on the planet who wants to share some
sex with me.

Putting on an old high school 'letter' jacket, Danny goes, "It's getting
cold, huh?" I shrug, "Yeah, I guess," and then I can't help staring at him
for a second. He chuckles and asks, "What? Why are you staring?" Scrambling
for something to say, I mutter, "Um, I was just admiring your
haircut. Who's your barber?" He smirks and walks the few steps over to me
and then putting his hands on the sides of my face and murmurs, "I see that
look in your eyes, baby, and I love when you look at me that way." He
slowly brings his face to mine and rubs his nose against mine and then does
one of his ridiculously awesome kisses while I stand here without moving a
muscle. No, the penis is not a muscle.

It's the twenty-second version of his unique kiss this time as opposed to
the full-blown minute version. When his lips come away from mine there's a
subtle wet sound and then he kisses my lips really fast, and says, "After
we get some energy from the caffeine we'll come back and get in bed naked
so I can show you how much I love you." I'm back in a mini-trance just
standing here tasting his lips.

I want to tell him many things about his remark about loving me, but I
don't know where to start so I don't say anything for a second. He pats my
cheek and mutters, "C'mon, let's go," and he starts walking to the door. I
go, "Wait! Um, Danny, when we're screwing around doing hot buddy sex, um,
like we just did, you've got to stop talking about love because it makes me
feel bad like I'm being a phony by misrepresenting my intentions. Be
honest... you know damn well I'm going to be with Robby, probably marrying
him after college and it's him I'm in love with! So please!" He shrugs and
goes, "I know that, but it's not happening now, is it? We haven't graduated
from college and you haven't married anybody. I admire the way you're
dealing with this, um, polyamory situation. Don't worry about it, it's all
good. You just continue being you, baby, I'll take care of the rest. I'll
make it all work, don't worry... you'll see. Now c'mon," and he takes my
hand. I pull my hand away, mumbling, "I can't talk to you. You don't
listen..."

Ignoring that, he's got the door open and he does one of those exaggerated
arm-waves like... after you. I'm doing my cheeks puffed-out routine and
then exhaling noisily, feeling frustration but not knowing what to do about
it except mumble, "We're buddies, Danny." He just smiles, so I walk out of
the room while asking him, "Since when do you know the word 'polyamory'?"

We leave the building and while going down the few steps to the sidewalk,
Danny's like, "Whaddaya mean? I couldn't use 'polygamy' because that refers
to seriously involved multiple sex partners of the male and female
variety. Is that what you meant?" I go, "You're a closet logophile, ain't
ya? As well as a closeted..." He goes, "What's that logo-thingie?" I go,
"It means a lover of words, a wordsmith, a vocabulary freak," and he's
like, "Wordsmith, huh. Is that anything like a blacksmith?"

We leave the pickup in the parking lot and walk to the Quad as Danny's
saying, "And, when you said 'closeted' I know you were alluding to me not
'coming out' to my mom. No offense intended, Dylan, but I don't wanna have
the closeted-gay discussion with you again. I'm sorry, I know you mean well
but I've decided that me coming 'out' might screw up my teaching gig. Ya
know, the one my aunt already arranged for me when I graduate. Can't you
see that?"  I'm like, "I guess I can see your point, Danny. Anyway, I've
already decided it's none of my business. You do what you feel comfortable
doing." He puts his arm across my shoulders and pulls me against his side,
saying, "Baby, everything about me is your business. We're going to be
together for the rest of our lives.

Omigod, can I believe this? I go, "Danny for God sakes, you... um,
you... oh, shit! Look, I hope we're friends forever, but we're not going to
be 'together' like you mean... and you know that." He goes, "No, I don't,"
and then he abruptly pulls his arm from my shoulders and races up to jump
on some guy's back, yelling, "Snyder, where's my fucking glove?"

Snyder wrestles Danny off his back and they talk for a second in a friendly
way before a smiling Danny jogs back to me, saying, "He's such a hot shit,
that Darby Snyder guy. Do you know him?" I shake my head and Danny says,
"Christ baby, I lent him an old baseball glove of mine last year and I was
going through my stuff at home over the break and remembered that bastard
never..." I interrupt, saying, "I don't care about that, Danny. Listen to
me for once, please! I beg of you... stop referring to me as
'baby'... please!" Danny goes, "Oh, okay, sure... no problem. Jeez, no more
lectures, alright? Anyway, I hardly ever call you 'baby'." I start to say,
"Yes, you..." but he goes, "Oh, fuck! There's Mark Tremble! Wait here a
second, I'll be right back..." and off he goes again.

The Quad is only a half a block away so I continue walking and go up the
steps and then inside. While Danny's greeting everybody at Merrimack I'll
get us a couple of coffees. He's got more energy than Chubby, and that's
saying something! Yeah, and Danny knows more guys on this campus than I've
known from everywhere I've lived during my entire life. That's what it
seems like anyhow.

Getting in line for coffee, I look around at maybe a hundred guys and girls
in here and see three guys I know. They were in the same class I had
freshman and sophomore years but I don't really 'know' them. We say 'hello'
and I've talked to them any number of times, but we're not friends. I
wouldn't feel comfortable jumping on their backs like Danny did to that
guy. Yeah, although that one guy over there, George Michels, has a sexy
mouth and a skinny body that I thought was hot. He always sort of looked me
in the eyes a second too long and I wonder what would have happened if I
made the first move... I never did though.

I see slices of cake; white cake with vanilla frosting! That's my favorite
kind of cake, so I grab a tray because I'm going to buy a slice for me and
Danny to go with the coffees. I get two slices of cake and two coffees and
carry the tray to a table for four that's all the way over at the side of
the room. Antisocial, you say? Haha.

It's like five minutes later that Danny finds me. He's carrying two
cardboard cups of coffee and chuckles as he sits down, saying, "We both had
the same idea." He reaches for one of the paper cups of coffee I bought,
saying, "The coffees I bought are still too hot. Um, is that other piece of
cake for me, baby?" My mouth is filled with cake so I just nod my head
grinning at him. He's already reneged on his promise not to call me
'baby'. Danny pulls the paper plate with the cake over to him and reaches
for the plastic fork that was next to it, asking, "Why are you grinning at
me like that?" Swallowing, I go, "You just told me five minutes ago you
wouldn't call me that."

Forking a big piece of cake into his mouth, he goes, "Call you what?" and
two burly guys come over. One of them has a small ring through his right
nostril. He musses Danny hair, asking obnoxiously, "Where'd go get this
faggy haircut, Monday?" Both burly guys have the three-day full beard
'look' but their beards are as stiff-looking as wire. They brazenly sit
down and the one without the ring in his nose pulls over one of the coffees
Danny bought, saying, "Hey, thanks for the coffee, Dan." Ring-nose gets the
other cup as Danny asks, "Why weren't you girls in our Marketing class this
morning?" Ring-nose says, "Nicky and I were too fucking hungover. Hey, we
wanna ask you something. Do you wanna play poker tonight?" Danny goes,
"Poker?" and tiny pieces of cake flies from his mouth as he says it.

Ring-nosed bats at the tiny cake particles, saying, "Yeah, Pinky and Dawson
are playing and Richards too, and guess what... no surprise actually, but
Richard's got some primo pot." Danny eats another big piece of cake and
then goes, "Oh yeah, how much does he have?" The other guy, the one without
the ring in his nose, says, "He's got enough. Ya wanna play or not?" Danny
says, "Where?" and ring-nosed swallows some coffee, and says, "Dawson's,
where else. His apartment." Danny says, "Sure, I'll be there." The other
guy goes, "You mean like you were there last time?" and Danny goes, "Hey, I
got sick that time, asshole. I'll be there. What time ya playing?" The guy
says, "Seven o'clock or thereabouts. We'll do some shots and beers, then
deal the cards. Come on, Danny... show up for once, dude. You're always
punking us by not showing up..."

Neither of these guys are paying any more attention to me than they are to
this table we're sitting at, and to that I say... good! They're both jocks,
obviously. The two guys get up, leaving the coffees they barely
drank. Ring-nosed points at Danny and says, "See ya there, Monday!" Danny
gives him a noncommittal grin and when the guys are five feet away I hear
them yelling at someone else in their loud obnoxious manner, "Pokey man,
wait a damn second!" Glancing over I see them jogging toward some tall
geeky-looking guy who is almost out the door. I roll my eyes thinking, I'm
glad I don't know them!

Danny finishes his cake and burps. I look over at him as he snickers and
nods his head in the direction of the two dolts, saying, "A couple of dudes
from last year... mostly last year. I hung out smoking pot with that crew,
ya know, occasionally. They're alright I guess. I mean for certain things,
and believe it or not, they're both brains." I'm like, "Are you gonna play
cards?" He snorts, "No! No way. I don't gamble very often and especially
not with them. Their game is like a dollar ante with a ten-dollar max bet,
and then three chances to raise the bet. Guys lose or win a hundred bucks
an hour. Fuck that!"

I've never played cards for that much money myself. Finished my cake, I
ask, "How many guys would you guess you know at Merrimack?" He shrugs and
points at the two cups of coffee he bought, "Those assholes drank one
swallow each out of the two coffees I bought. What the fuck is that?" He
has white frosting on his chin and a little piece of cake crumb on his
lip. He's a cute fucker and he looks like he's seventeen. I go, "You're
cute and young looking too." He nods his head and goes, "Yeah, I know. Back
in high school, I thought you were easily the cutest, best-looking
guy... hands down. Everyone agrees with that. But then I thought Mickey
Jones was the next cutest guy in our class. Ya know, that kid on the soccer
team who won some kind of an award, and then it was either me or Rob as the
next best looking. What do you think? Was Rob cuter, or was I?" He's
serious so I gotta laugh out loud. He goes, "What?"

As we're leaving the Quad, Danny asks, "Can I bum a smoke, baby?" We light
cigarettes while we walk around and in between guys and girls loitering
near the Quad. The benches are occupied so we walk slowly across the quad
proper. The quad is actually the area in front of the building we just came
out of, but everyone refers to the building as the Quad. It's actually
named Deegan Hall, although I've never heard anyone call it that.

Naturally, it's not long before Danny's arm goes across my shoulders, as
he's saying, "Ya know, when I'm with you Dylan I'm always happy. It's so
strange that you and I took so long to finally connect. Why was that?"
Before I can answer, he answers his own question, "I think it's because you
and Robby were boyfriends so I didn't think I had a chance with you,
although I always thought you were, and are, the perfect guy to be
boyfriends with. Do you remember freshman year when I fucked you a new
asshole?" I go, "Yeah but I needed a new one at the time." He laughs out
loud hugging me against his side. Danny has a nice laugh... somehow it just
seems to go with his youthful appearance. He goes, "Oh fuck, baby, that's
funny. But yeah, I always thought you would make the most perfect
boyfriend. You know for a gay guy like myself, I mean. And then you finally
got a crush on me and here we are... tight boyfriends, boyfriends with a
future together!"

Holy shit, did I somehow get him thinking he's in love? Yeah, in a way I
did. And, obviously, I should be shrugging Danny's arm off my shoulders
except I like it there. Yeah, this thing Danny has in his head about us
being in a relationship is partly my fault... obviously.

Sighing, because I don't want to go into this again, but I should, so I
say, "Danny, I've mentioned this before and I don't mean to beat a dead
horse, as they say. Um, first of all, I'm wicked fond of you. Let me make
that crystal clear. I've been unfair though because I must be leading you
on and I don't mean to do it. I'm apparently giving you the wrong
signals. It's just that I can't help liking us, um, together. No, that came
out wrong. What I meant is, I don't want to, but it might be coming off as
me being too eager to please you, or something."

I'm trying to think of how to say this the right way... for once, but Danny
goes, "Hey, baby, relax. I got it covered. Hell, I know what you mean. It's
okay." Nodding my head, I go, "Thank God. Haha, jeez, you've gotta admit
I've been upfront that Robby and I are in love. I tell you that and then I
go and have hot sex with you, ya know, it'd be understandable that you
might get the wrong idea. You know we're buddies doing buddy sex, right?
It's not a love affair haha. Christ! I just worry you'll think..." He goes,
"Shhh. Please stop talking. I know you're in love with Robby and not
me... not me yet. I kinda think you will be in love with me, ya know, in
the future. Probably sooner than later and, sure, I feel kinda bad for
stealing you from Rob, but in love and war it's every man for himself, or
is it... anything goes? Um, how's that phrase go?" I'm like, "I don't know,
but..." and he interrupts, saying, "No buts! I understand how you feel and
you understand how I feel. We're on the same page, baby, so let's leave it
at that... fair enough?"

I mutter, "Um, really?" Huh, it doesn't seem like we're on the same page
but what else can I say? I came right out and told him it's me and Rob
riding into the sunset together, and I've told him the same thing four or
five times recently, so... Hey, he's not ignoring me, is he? I know he does
that, but he just sort of summarized our situation pretty good. I think...

We finish our smokes silently while walking, um, sort as if we are actually
boyfriends. I mean, Danny's arm is still across my shoulders. That makes me
ask, "You being in the closet and all, um, I was wondering why you aren't
concerned guys will think we're gay walking like this, um, so close and
with your arm hugging me. Ya know what I mean" He looks at me with a
puzzled expression and then says, "Whaddaya talking about? Friends have an
arm on a friend's shoulder all the fucking time. Christ, us jocks are
always hugging each other and patting one another on the ass, rubbing each
other's head...  you name it and jocks are doing it... affectionate stuff I
mean."

Yeah, I guess. Then I realize Danny's walking us back to his dorm, and I
go, "Oh, no. Um, Robby will be texting me any minute now and I'll need
to...." He mutters, "Oh, shit. I forgot about that." And as if on cue my
cell phone rings. I'm kind of relieved actually. I go, "I better get that,"
and pull my cell phone from my pocket. I go, "Yeah, it's Robby," and then I
say, "Hi, Rob, ready to go?" Rob says, "Fuck, I wish I was! No,
unfortunately, Coach Davis wants to take me and three other mentors out for
a beer. It's the last thing I wanna do but I sort of have to go." Glancing
at Danny, I realize I'm kind of glad and I feel like kicking myself in the
ass for feeling that way. I say to Rob, "Oh, damn, um, Danny and I just
left the Quad. We're walking toward the ballpark right now. That's where I
parked the pickup." Robby sounds just a tad irritated, saying, "I said I
was sorry! It's not like I want to do this, but I gotta."

Robby must have misinterpreted my frustration at myself as me being pissed
that Rob is going drinking so I'm like, "I know and it's not that I'm
upset, I'm feeling bad for you, Robby." Sounding nicer he goes, "Thanks,
babe. Jeez, and we still need to do that worksheet and that fucking eight
paragraph paper for Wednesday's class. And Carl texted asking about joining
us for the study group. Look, I didn't mean to sound like I'm taking this
out on you, but I can't tell Coach Davis to stick his beer..." I tell him
not to worry about it and to call me when he wants a ride from the bar. He
tells he'll get a ride to the apartment from one of the guys. What can I
say except, "I understand, Rob. We'll get everything done. Enjoy yourself
if you can. Bye, baby," and he chuckles because I called him that. He says,
"Bye, babe." Okay, that went okay.

Danny's looking at me like, 'what's up?' I shrug, "Well, um, Rob and some
mentors are going to Rolf's Bar. The Coach wants to buy them a beer or
something." He asks, "Coach Davis?" As if it matters which coach it is. I
nod, "Yeah, I think that's what Rob said." Danny goes, "Huh," and then gets
us walking again and up ahead I see some guy walking with red hair like
Carl's and from nowhere and for no reason I think about Carl and his
'cherry' situation. Well, I guess Rob mentioning Carl and our study group
and now seeing the redheaded guy and...  Oh, we're crossing the street and
walking up dormitory row. I wasn't paying attention. Dammit, what am I
supposed to say to Danny... no thanks, I'd rather not get in bed naked with
you...

Well, fuck, we just had that 'talk' and there's the small matter of me
having little to no willpower when it comes to Danny so I may as well just
admit it... I suck 'cause I've got no willpower to resist him. I just
finished telling him we don't have a relationship. I mean I just told him
we're NOT in a love affair. Not the kind he wants and he said he
understands. Basically, that's what he said, so on that basis why not a
little more buddy sex? As if Danny would take 'no' for an answer
anyway. Who am I kidding?

Turning up the short sidewalk to his dormitory, Danny takes his arm off my
shoulders and says very softly, "Hey, remember... we decided to get naked
before we hop in bed...just a friendly reminder." He decided we'd do that,
not we. What's it matter though, so I go, "Yeah, okay," and we walk up a
couple of steps and through the front door of his dormitory.

Danny stops inside the front door to talk with a couple of guys as I stand
here trying to convince myself that I'm not feeling desire for him. Well,
that's not computing so I'm shaking my head slowly and wondering about
myself. I simply can't be normal! I don't know anyone who has as much sex
as I do. Yeah, that's a brilliant statement alright. I mean, how many
people do I know and why would I assume to know how much sex they're
having? Christ, I've read online about guys during psychological studies
who have sex six or eight times a day. Are they lying about that? I'm
fine...

After bumping fist with the two guys, Danny says to me, "C'mon, Dylan, I'll
get that paper I did last year for Accounting 2. You can copy it." I'm a
little dense, asking, "What paper?" and he pats my back to get me moving,
mumbling, "Don't you want it?" By the time we're inside his room, I get
'it'. Grinning, I'm like, "What grade did you get on that paper? It better
not be your normal 'C-' because I'm a straight 'C' student."

Danny ignored that joking around and I'm like, "Hmm, okay, you wanna jump
in bed right now? I mean we probably have a couple of hours." He goes,
"Have you ever played Fortnite?" I shake my head, "No, Robby and I aren't
gamers. We never got into it and I'm not sure why that is." He says, "Well,
I'll show you," and he pulls Speck's desk chair over to his desk. We sit in
front of his computer as he powers it up, saying, "I downloaded this for
free. Specks and I play it online with other guys. It's so fucking cool and
wicked easy for newcomers. Not like most games." It's a survival game and
we play it for a half hour but while it's easy for newcomers, it's not easy
to stay alive. Okay, it's fun but I can't see doing it for hours on end
like other guys seem to. Hey, to each their own though.

It becomes apparent to me that Danny would stay on this game for the rest
of eternity, so I go, "Well, I just died again. Um, ya know, maybe we
should in bed naked like you said."  He laughs out loud and jumps up out of
his chair. As he's taking his shirt off and dropping it on the floor, he
goes, "Get undressed, baby." Well, okay! He says, "This is your idea," and
I go, "No, it was your idea and I just reminded you."

I undress watching him get undressed, and as I'm doing that I begin feeling
the beginning of one of my dreamy states of mind take hold. I think it's
the way Danny is so sure of himself about, well, about everything. It's
kinda has a hypnotizing effect on me but I could dispel this early dreamy
state if I wanted to. My problem is, I don't want to. I like it; it's one
of the things I like most about being with Danny. I mean, how easy it is to
slip into these dreamily sexy states of mind.

We're both naked at the same time and as we drop our last sock on the
floor, Danny goes, "Hey, that's cool, baby. We finished at the same time."
His naked body is very special and his penis is perfect. I'm feeling kind
of goofily sexy now as I mutter, "You've got a hot body, Danny-boy." He
puts his arms around the back of my waist, squeezes me against his stomach,
our dicks bumping together as he goes, "Well, right back at you! Actually,
I always thought you had the sexiest body I've ever seen in my life; it's
obviously boyish but very sexy. Not what anyone would consider macho maybe,
but it is way sexy!"

I don't know how I feel about that backhanded compliment, but I want to
stay in this goofy dreamy state of mind so I don't say anything. Smiling at
me, his arms stay around me as he walks us to the bed, me walking
backward. He stops when the back of my legs hit the edge of the
mattress. Leaving one of his arms around my waist, he turns sideways to me
and takes my dick in his hand and squeezes as he's looking me in the eyes
like he dares me to protest. I bite my bottom lip, moaning, "Ummm," he
begins casually stroking my pecker. If I hadn't already slipped into a
dreamy trance, this would do it for me.

Stroke, stroke, stroke goes his hand on my dick as Danny continues looking
into my eyes. I stare back until he murmurs, "This will probably sound
terrible of me, Dylan, but I gotta ask you something. Pretty please, um,
would you suck my dick for me? I cleaned it really well after fucking you
earlier and I absolutely love when my pecker is in your mouth and my
fingers are in your super cool flattop haircut and I can look down and see
that cute face of yours."

I don't know why his wide shoulders make my knees feel weak, but they
do. And he smells nice too and his arm feels good around my waist and the
palm of his hand feel awesome stroking my cock. He drops his hand off my
waist to cup my right butt cheek and then, squeezing it almost too hard, he
asks, "Will ya do that for me, baby? Suck me off until I cream in your
mouth. Ya know, I dreamed you did that, in an actual dream It was two
nights ago and I almost shot off in my sleep... it woke me up."

My eyelids feel heavy as I stare back at him. He's stroking my cock from
the root to the head, back and forth, and the palm of his hand is kinda
hard, or is that my cock? Omigod, he smells sexy and his brown eyes are
beautiful with just the right length curved eyelashes! Not girlie eyelashes
but long guy's eyelashes and his eyes sparkle.

Plus. sucking his cock is fun so I've got no problem with doing it, none at
all. I slowly drop to my knees, my dick pulling out of his hand. It's very
hard as Danny murmurs, "Oh man, I love you. Thanks, baby." Leaning my
forehead against his belly, I pick up his dick and lick all around the head
and then lick down the shaft that's slightly firm already. I'm inhaling his
scent in between laps of my tongue, licking from the root to the head of
his cock over and over. Danny's rubbing my head and tightening his stomach
muscles spastically, quietly grunting, "Um, um, ahh."

Pulling my head back and holding his cock in front of me, I look at
it. Yeah, I'm noticing a weird taste coming off his penis. Oh, it has to be
the antibacterial stuff from the Wet Ones he used earlier to clean his
pecker. Then I'm thinking... damn, it was nice of him to clean his penis
after it was in my ass. I get back to licking that pretty-looking penis of
Danny's and with every lap up and down the shaft, the funny taste fades and
his dick firms up more as well. Danny has both hands on my head moving his
fingers back and forth in my hair as his hips begin humping slightly. I'm
hearing a wet hissing sound as Danny's sucking air in and out between his
teeth at the sensations that have gotta be soaring off his hard
nerve-ending filled penis.

In less than a minute his dick is a roaringly-hard boner that I now hold in
my fist and suck on the head making a slurping sound. Danny begins
grunting, "Umm, umm, umm" and shuffling his feet a little as he continues
to rub his fingers through my hair but now he's pressing down harder on my
scalp. His cock tastes good now that all the nasty antibacterial fluid or
whatever it was is gone. Slurp, slurp, slurp... my own spit running down my
chin.

The head of his cock is very pink, almost a rosy color and its shaped just
like the head on my dick. First of all, some penises I've seen are not the
most intuitively configured appendages, um, not the best result of
evolution certainly, but Danny's and my dicks are super nice-looking with a
smooth rounded head that's wider than the shaft. The shaft is six inches,
or I guess a little more for Danny's, plus about four inches around which
isn't as big around as that sounds. In other words, they're perfectly sized
and excellent looking penises. That's certainly true as far as we're
concerned... as far as I'm concerned, I guess I should say.

Danny's and my cocks are equally hard because Danny stroked a boner on my
cock and then I get aroused mightily from sucking a young guy's dick. My
hand is still around the shaft so the licking and sucking I'm doing now is
on the head exclusively and it is definitely swollen to the max. Danny
pushes my fist off his boner that's so hard it sticks straight out from his
soft pubic hairs. Man oh man, that's a nice looking boner. Holy shit.

Without licking or sucking it, I put the head of his boner on my bottom lip
that's covering my bottom teeth, sort of teasing Danny and he roughly rubs
his fingers back through my hair grunting quietly and then he says in a
strained voice, "Go ahead, baby, suck my cock. Make it feel fantastic! " My
tongue moves around the head as Danny grunts and then says, "Oh, and I
meant to tell you," he ruffles my hair as he continues, "I have a new idea
for your next haircut but, um, oooh, ummm, that feels good. Um, I'll tell
you about it later." I suck on the head with lots of warm saliva now. The
spit runs around the hard head of his cock and then out of my mouth and
down my chin to join my earlier droolings. I'm using so much saliva it's
dripping off the end of my chin.

Taking a big inhale, Danny starts moving his hips pushing and pulling his
boner on my tongue. He's no longer rubbing his fingers back through my
short hair though...  now he's gripping my head with a hand on each side of
it holding my head in place. His hips are gently pushing his boner further
back on my tongue with each thrust as he groans and makes 'faces' at the
sensations coming from the nerve endings in his penis. I'm preparing myself
for his boner to go down my throat because he did that not too long ago. It
can be very uncomfortable for me but I really get 'off' on it too. The
dominant way Danny does it gets me extremely aroused.

I've been feeling docile and submissive and I know submissive boys do not
touch themselves without an okay from their dominant 'top', which is what
I've convinced myself Danny is. Plus, I'd cum in ten-seconds if I touched
myself anyway, and I don't wanna do that yet. My hard cock is feeling very
good up against my stomach and some pre-cum just drooled out.

A few more thrusts of his boner on my tongue and then Danny moves my head
back and goes up on his toes to thrust his cock past the gag reflex area of
my throat and down it goes. Even though I expected it, I gag a long gag but
Danny's past any concerns about my gagging 'cause the sensations obviously
are feeling too good coming off his cock and he can't stop now. The first
thrust pushed the swollen smooth head just into my throat, the second
thrust shoved an inch of shaft along with the head and with the third hump
of his hips almost all six-plus inches of his hard boner goes down my
throat with Danny standing on his toes groaning, "Oooh, oooh, ummm," before
pulling it out.

My eyes are at the top of their sockets watching Danny shudders for a
second or two and then down goes his entire cock again, him up on his toes
leaning against my face, his pubic hairs all around my nose, mouth, and
chin. He humps against my face, my nose squished against his belly and
pubic hairs. I can't breathe obviously, but unlike last time we did this I
don't panic. I have faith Danny will pull it back up any second now, and he
does although it seemed he kept his boner down there a few more seconds
than I expected.

We're both taking some deep breaths, the heavy head of his cock near the
back of my throat drooling pre-cum that I'm afraid will make me cough if it
runs down my throat. Three inches of the heavy shaft is on my tongue as I
strain my eyes up to see Danny's shoulders shudder again and then mine do
the same and then his eyes look down and he sees me looking up, so he says,
"I'm waiting a second, baby. I almost blew my load. Be patient, okay?"
Okay...

Then, with one last deep breath Danny shoves his entire cock down my throat
again and then twice more before he goes, "Ooooh," pulling back, his face
scrunched up and when the head pops out of my throat it shoots a long
stream of creamy cum that hits the back of my mouth. Danny makes a gasping
sound leaning back and letting go of my head. His cock fires out another
blast of cum partially on my tongue but when the head pulls out of my mouth
the last part of the ejaculation splatters against my chin. Danny grabs his
cock and tightly squeezes out a long drool of cum, his face is red as he
closes his eyes tightly, moaning, "Ooooh, mmm... fuuuuuck."

With his eyes still closed he moans again stepping back and bumping into
the back of the desk chair. He roughly pulls it around and sits on it with
his legs stretched out, his cock still in his fist. My tongue moves outside
my mouth to swipe at the cum off my chin. Moving my tongue all around in my
mouth, I swallow saliva and cum. There's still no taste to his cum; not
that I can describe. A little different than just swallowing saliva but I
can't describe how it's different, other than it's thicker than just
saliva.

As I said, Danny's still got his pecker in his hand, and now he says, "Oh,
God, oooh, jesssuz," as he pulls on his cock again. Then he stands, leans
forward putting both hands under my arms helping me up off my knees,
mumbling, "C'mon, baby, get in bed with me," and he adds almost like a
whine, "Omigod, what a fucking hot climax that was." I didn't climax like I
did last time we did this.

After wrestling with the covers a little, we get under them with Danny
hugging me and kissing my face. His lips find mine and his tongue goes in
my mouth but if he's looking for a taste of his own cum, he's too late... I
swallowed all of it. His lips make a smacking wet sound coming off
mine. It's a good kiss but still, I'm kinda pissed I didn't get my rocks
off. I think it's because Danny climaxed too fast. He rubs my head again,
asking, "Was that okay, Dylan? Did you like how I did that?" Haha, now he
wants compliments for deep-throating me? And I didn't even cum... holy
shit, the ego!

I snort out a snicker and then say, "That was the most awesome experience
of my life!" He grins and mumbles, "It probably wasn't for you but thank
you for doing it. It was fantastic for me," and he hugs me and rocks us on
the bed a little. Settling down, but still lightly hugging me, Danny gets
serious, saying "You're the world's most perfect boyfriend. That's the
truth! How could anyone be better than you, ya know?" I sort of make a
'face' and he adds, "You're an awesome perfect boyfriend, but I'm not. I'm
not a perfect boyfriend because I'm too selfish. I want my pleasure
first. I'm awful." I haven't heard fishing for compliments like that since,
well... ever. I don't care though; it's kinda cute of him, so I go, "No,
Danny, you're awesome too!" He chuckles, mumbling, "Liar! Thanks for
lying. See you're the perfect boyfriend and I gonna make you mine, you'll
see."

We're lying together like this for a few more seconds and then I sort of
force my way off part of Danny's body and onto the mattress right next to
him. He doesn't resist too much, but he does keep his left arm under the
back of my neck. It's nice that he likes touching me. He pulls my head to
his so he can do a ten-second wet sloppy kiss on the side of my
forehead. Letting my head drop onto the pillow right next to his, he
murmurs, "You have no idea, baby. You don't know how awesome it is for me
when I'm with you like this. You probably have guys kissing your ass and
loving you to death left and right. I don't have that, and I never have
actually. Well, maybe one guy. Anyway, I have only you because I don't want
to have sex with anyone but you. It's not your fault, and I'm not looking
for sympathy... just telling you how it is so you'll have a tiny idea how
much you mean to me."

Oh balls, I can't, um, I mean I shouldn't let that go without saying
something. Should I? We've been over this so often, but I reluctantly say,
"You are lots of fun to do buddy sex with, Danny. I love you for that but
please keep the love fantasy to yourself. I know that sounds mean of me and
I'm sorry, but if I don't say anything it's like I'm agreeing with you. Do
you know what I mean?"

He's not upset. He calmly says, "I kinda know what you mean, sure I do. Um,
that is, except there isn't anything for you to agree or disagree with. I'm
just telling you how I feel. I'm not projecting anything onto you. How many
times do I need to tell you that I know you're not feeling about me the way
I am about you?" I go, "Okay, sorry. I misunderstood," and he says quietly,
"Well, what I said doesn't change how I feel though, ya know?" I'm nodding
my head and then, looking at him, I go, "Yes, I know... I get it. Sorry if
I seem, I don't know, like I'm ungrateful or something. As I've told you
before, it's flattering beyond words that you say these wonderful things
about me. I'll always love you in some special buddy-way because of how you
express your feelings so freely and openly. And I won't remind you again of
what, as you just said you already know. Okay?"

He goes, "Whew, I'm glad we got that straightened out." He's grinning as he
rolls up on his side, saying, 'Wait'll you see the way I'm gonna make love
to you now. Well, I mean as soon as I'm able, which won't be very long from
now because I've got some serious desire built up from the past week. No,
it's been longer... like ten days!" I go, "Oh, okay. Um, if you're keeping
score, though. Um, just for the record, I didn't quite reach orgasm before
your creamy Niagara Falls hit my mouth. So I'm ready whenever you are."

I don't think he even heard that because he's rubbing his fingers in my
hair, saying, "Don't get mad, but as I said a little while ago, I was
thinking of a new haircut for you." I go, "Oh, no," and he snickers and
then says, "Yeah, um, I thought of you while I was watching college
basketball during the break. This kid on the Louisville team, ya know, the
Louisville Cardinals. Anyway, he had, um, he was a rare white guy on a top
twenty-five college basketball team, ya know," and he laughs.

I'm waiting for him to finish, but he doesn't. After a couple of seconds,
I'm like, "Ah, what about him? The white kid on the basketball team. How
did he make you think of me?" Danny goes, "Yeah, no... maybe I should tell
you another time." I go, "You can't start something... and then say forget
it. That's not fair." He ruffles through my hair again and then shrugs,
saying, "Well, I'm thinking of giving you a haircut like that guy had. Ya
know, next time." Raising my eyebrows, I'm like, "Yeah, and...?" He goes,
"It looked so cool on him and he has dense hair like you do. Not blond, his
was brown hair but, haha, anyway it got me looking at tutorials online
again, ya know, after seeing him." I'm like, "Yeah, so, what's the
haircut?" Danny nods his head like he's thinking and then says, "It's
nothing exotic. Don't worry about that. Um, there are various names but the
basic one for his haircut seems to be, um, a burr haircut. Yeah, you'd look
good with that, so..."

Lying back, I go, "I've had burr haircuts before! They're almost like buzz
cuts. Why did that haircut get your attention? It's so common." He goes,
"It's not common! Buzz cuts are common, or they were a few years back. This
is different." I go, "Jesus, that summer I was in Georgia with my old
friend, Ryan Wilcox, he gave me that haircut every Saturday. Oh, and then
one time the summer after freshman year at Merrimack I had to get a burr
haircut for a sort of club I was sort of a member of... kinda." Danny goes,
"Well, I didn't see you with that haircut, but good, I glad you liked it!
Then you won't give me a hard time about it, right?" I go, "I never said I
liked it; I said I've had that haircut before. Maybe I wouldn't mind if
it's a summer haircut." He says, "Well, I was thinking it'll be your
haircut next Sunday..." and we talk about nonsensical haircut stuff for a
while.

I've never known anyone in my whole life who was into haircutting like
Danny is... and he doesn't even have a haircut fetish! Previously, I was
the person I knew in my whole life who was into haircuts and haircutting
the most, but Danny makes me look like someone with a casual interest in
the subject. Seriously, it's the most unexpected thing I can think
of... Danny and his interest in giving different haircuts.

After the haircut talk, we talk about our Thanksgiving dinners and I hear
how Danny's Mom's boyfriend cooked Thanksgiving dinner for them along with
ten other people and how bored poor Danny was because he was the only
participant under the age of forty. After we beat that topic to death I
come out with, "Hey, Danny, I can't figure this out. Um, are you and Rob
still friends?" He goes, "What'd Rob say?" I go, "He doesn't say anything
and you don't either." He shrugs, "Oh, we're still friends then, but we
don't do any buddy sex, I mean if that's what's behind your question." I
say, "It wasn't!" Then I ask about Hayden and if they're texting or
emailing?

I guess I'm wondering if maybe somehow unintentionally I've come between
Danny being friends with Hayden and Robby. As I said, it certainly wasn't
my intention but it seems awfully coincidental that the closer I got to
Hayden the further it seemed he and his previous best friend Danny were,
and the same with me getting tighter with Danny and how Robby doesn't seem
to have much time for him anymore. Danny talks a little bit about that, and
it seems he's making sense in a roundabout way except when he's done
explaining himself I don't know any more than I did before we started
talking about it.

Danny's had his arm behind my neck and now he pulls my head up and says,
"Ya know what, baby?" I go, "What?" and he grins, murmuring, "I'm ready to
show you how much I love you." I go, "Oh, could you show me as my favorite
buddy sex buddy?" He doesn't want to hear that, so he goes, "This time I
want you on your stomach so I can..." and my cell phone rings. We both look
at my pants on the floor. That's where the ringing is coming from.


to be continued...

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

========================================================

Hoping some readers may be interested, there are books of mine published
and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them for
next to nothing. The books are usually around ten dollars. They are about a
19 year old gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life than Dylan's. And
there is a new book, 'Mike, his Bike and Me'. Please at least check them
out by typing my name on Amazon.com. Information about the story in the
books can be found in some detail there. Thank you.

Donny Mumford

========================================================

Hey guys, how about making a small (or large, go for it!) tax deductible
donation to nonprofit Nifty. They could use your help covering the expenses
inherent in maintaining a free story site this size. Easy directions about
how to do that on their 'home page'. Thanks!

http://donate.nifty.org