Date: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 23:19:28 -0400 From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHMORE YEAR Chapter 2 DYLAN'S SOPHMORE YEAR Chapter 2 by Donny Mumford Here comes Chubby now. He's just pulling up to the quad in our Jeep as I'm sitting here on a bench thinking about Ryan and Robby. Chubby grins at me through his open window and I shoot him with my index finger, then he asks, "Why the long face, bro?" Frowning at him, I walk around the Jeep and get in the passenger seat, saying, "I didn't realize I had a long face." He pulls away from the curb, asking, "Is anything wrong? Where's Robby?" I go, "Um, no, nothing's wrong, not really. Robby's still working with some guys on the baseball diamond, they're walk-on guys who're hoping to make the team." Chubby goes, "Well, it looks like Robby will be walking home unless he texts me." I go, "Yeah, I guess. Oh, he invited Ryan to dinner tonight so maybe he'll get a ride with him." Chubby goes, "Yeah? How's our little friend doing? What'd he do all summer?" I shrug, "I didn't get a chance to talk to him much. He's going to be the locker room manager for the baseball team again this year." Chubby nods his head, "So he's gonna be picking up jockstraps and dirty towels again, huh?" I go, "I guess. He has a ponytail, and a mustache with a little goatee, plus two tattoos, one on each bicep." Chubby's like, "That's cool. Hey, I got the job at McDonalds. I'll be working three afternoons a week, but get this, if I wanted the job I had to take Friday nights too. I didn't have a choice, but that's really gonna suck. I gotta work Friday nights from six o'clock until two in the morning." I go, "Yipes! That does suck. It's gonna cut down on your partying. Hey, I fixed you up with a date." He's like, "You what?" Pulling up Judy's picture on my iPhone I show it to him at a red light, explaining, "She asked me out and I told her I'm gay, but my brother's isn't. I showed her a picture of you and me, wait a second, this one here, and she wants to go out with you. Her name is Judy." He studies the picture of us for a second, then goes, "We were at Tracy's when that was taken. Anyhoo, way to go, Dylan! Judy's cute. I'll call her tonight. Hot shit, a date already!" After a few seconds, he mutters, "I wonder if she puts out on a first date. You didn't ask her about that by any chance, did ya?" I go, "Of course I didn't. Jesus!" Chubby parks fairly close to our apartment building's front door and we get out with Chubby still grilling me about the girl who asked me out. "In the picture, Judy didn't look like she had much in the way of tits. What's her last name? I'll check Facebook for more pictures of her." I go, "I didn't ask her last name, but she has a nice figure for a girl her size. She's your size too." We go inside and up the steps with Chubby saying, "It's a start, but I wish she was stacked like that old country singer with the big whitish-blond hair." I ask, "Who's that?" and he's like, "Dolly something. Is it Madison?" I go, "I hope you're kidding." Fumbling with the key at our front door, Chubby asks, "Whaddaya mean, you hope I'm kidding." The door opens and I say, "Dolly Madison's was married to James Madison, one of the earlier presidents of the United States, and she's been dead for over two hundred years." He Google's something on his smart phone, as he mutters, "Two hundred years, huh? It's not her then. I wouldn't imagine she'd have much of a rack left on her by now. Here she is, Dolly Parton's her name. Look at this," and he shows me a picture of a short buxom woman. I go, "Oh my God, that's, um, revolting." He laughs, then says, "Oh, good news, I scored a case of beer from our boy Tracy after my interview. He's back in business reselling beer, with a markup of course." I look in the refrigerator and see most of the space is now taken up with twenty-four cans of Budweiser. Cans of beer everywhere. I mutter, "Good start to our sophomore year, Chubby. You've got a date and our refrigerator's full of beer." He reaches over my shoulder and grabs a can, saying, "Let's be the first to christen this place." I mutter, "Oh no, I'm not spending all day tomorrow with a hangover. Tomorrows registration and book-buying day and that's a big enough pain in the ass without a hangover to go with it." He says, "We don't have to get drunk, bro, just have a few beers to celebrate this new beginning in our lives." On the balcony I light a cigarette and sip some beer. Chubby takes the cigarette from my fingers, takes a drag, then gets his cell phone out and calls Judy. I ask, "How'd you know her cell phone number?" He goes, "I read it on your iPhone," then taps his head with his finger, saying, "Photographic memory." I mutter, "My ass," and he says, "Hi, Judy? This is Jeff Romero," then, "Yeah, well, it's like this, we picked our own last names and Dylan picked 'Newman' for his last name because he the oldest, so I picked Romero." That made no sense at all. He listens, then says, "No, he's only two days older then me." Oh jeez, why'd he bring that complicated matter up. He says some double-talk that almost sounds believable about how we can brothers, but not twins, and still be born only two days apart. Soon he's chuckling and saying outrageous sexy things as I sit in one of the outdoor chairs drinking my beer. Chubby's not sharing the first cigarette so I light another one and think about Robby and Ryan some more. It's important I keep my cool around them, at least until I see what's up. If I'm honest about it, Ryan was friendly enough to me and he didn't actually do anything this afternoon that I should be pissed off about. Except, if that was a smart-ass smirk he gave me there at the end, that wouldn't be good. Of course a smirk can mean anything. Damn, he looked cool though. Oh man, I still have the hot's for him and that fact came on me loud and clear when I saw him in person. I take a deep breath and grope myself a little. Chubby's back is to me as he leans against the railing chatting up Judy, smoking, and guzzling his beer so I rub my dick some more because it feels especially receptive to a little attention today. The thought of little Ryan treating me roughly when he's fucking me has me squirming in my seat with my dick tightening up. I remember his sexy scent too, a scent I didn't get into until I'd known him for awhile. He's cuter than I remember and he's added some muscle to his body, and then there's that fucking fine-haired mustache and little goatee! Oh God, it's so hot and sexy looking on his youthful face with those little glasses. Jesus! Another deep breath and I stand up and pace a little looking out over the balcony at all the trees. This apartment complex looks nice and so does Merrimack. I should be smiling and happy, but instead I'm horny and irritable. I'm also pissed-off at myself that I'm acting like this. How about trying a little willpower for once, Dylan. Oh great, I'm referring to myself in the third person now. Chubby's done his call, and he turns to me, "Judy's a hot shit, Dylan, thanks for thinking of me man!" I say, "I'm always thinking of you, Chubby." He talks excitedly about tomorrow night. I'm like, "You're already going out tomorrow night?" He shrugs, "Yeah, I figure I might as well check her out up close and personal as soon as possible. She wants us to double with her friend since this is the first time we're going out, a girl named Mary. Hell, I don't mind." Then he tells me some funny shit Judy said and I get laughing at his responses. If Judy thinks she's gonna outwit Chubby she's in for a surprise. I wish I was as easy-going and quick witted as my brother. He's awesome. Chubby grabs another beer and I go in for my first shower in our new apartment. Taking my time in the shower I shave my pubic stubble, just in case. In case of what, I'm not sure. After the shower I shave my face too, hoping if I shave the almost invisible fine hairs on my face it'll grow in thicker with time. Ryan's facial hair is about the coolest thing I've ever seen. He's definitely gotten better looking the past three months. Some people get better looking the older they get. Well, to a degree. At some point in time ya start getting worse looking. For some guys their cutest days are behind them by the time they get to college. Hell, a lot of guys fall into that category, but Ryan's not one of them. I put on cool clothes like I'm going on a date. Not for Ryan, but just because I feel like it. Bullshit, I'm trying to impress him, who am I kidding?! I wonder if he likes my haircut? He didn't say anything about it. His ponytail is cool and of course it helps that he's got a good hairline with his hair pulled back on the top and sides tightly like it is. Yeah, and his strawberry-blond hair got bleached some in the sun this summer. Damn, his hair's kinda pretty actually and so is his tanned face. This is the first time I've ever seen him after a summer in the sun. Didn't even meet him until spring of this year and we were all pretty pale after a New England winter. Checking myself out in the mirror, I look good 'cause I have a good tan too. Then I brush my hair just for the hell of it. I'm wearing my sleeveless t-shirt and the cool shorts Willie bought me in Key West, plus the sandals he bought me. I've also got the thin leather bracelet on, my little hoop earrings, the cool cross necklace worn outside my t-shirt, my sport watch and the ring Robby gave for my birthday. I'm too cool for school. When I go back in the living room I see Chubby, Robby, and Ryan on the balcony. Robby and Ryan took showers and changed clothes in the baseball player's locker room. They all have a beer so I grab another one from the refrigerator, then get this nervous feeling and almost don't want to go out on the balcony where they're laughing. What are they laughing about? Not me I hope. Oh man, that was stupid, and paranoid! Chubby's giving the back of Ryan's neck a squeeze, then Robby looks up and sees me. He waves at me to join them so I slide the glass door open and step out, trying to grin. Ryan says, "Well, look at you, Dylan!" Robby asks, "Ya got a date tonight, boyfriend?" I blush, then say, "Come on, these are just my regular clothes. Whaddaya talking about?" Robby hugs my shoulders and kisses my cheek, muttering, "You look awesome, baby." I lean against Robby as Chubby says, "You gay boys have it made. You get to hang out with your lovers. I gotta go on a date and spend money hoping to get some kind of return on my investment." I go, "Aah, that's too bad, you might want to consider switching sides." He shrugs, "Oh sure," and Ryan says, "Look at this, Dylan." He hands me his cell phone. It's a picture of a guy in his early twenties, nice enough looking, his hair's in a ponytail like Ryan's. This guy has a full beard, and I mean full. Big strong looking dude. I look at Ryan, and he goes, "That's Mack, my boyfriend, or I'm his boyfriend would be more like it. Mack's a take-charge macho dude." I go, "Oh, does he go to college?" Ryan, says, "Nah, he works at Hunter Army Airfield near Savannah." Chubby and Robby look at the picture. Chubby mutters, "He's obviously not in the Army looking like that?" Ryan laughs, "No way, he just works or airplane engines as a civilian. He's too eccentric to be in the Army." He takes the cell phone back and stares at the picture himself. To get off this subject, and just for something to say, I ask, "What'd ya do all summer, Ryan?" He goes, "Not much until I met Mack at a gay leather bar that I finally worked up the balls to go in. I couldn't get served of course, but I wasn't in there five minutes before Mack came over with a beer for me, he's twenty-five. Well then, that was it, I was hooked on him. Oh, then the rest of the summer he'd take me to the ocean on weekends where he has a little summer cabin and we'd go to clubs and parties, stuff like that." I ask, "There's ocean front property in Georgia?" Ryan says, "Yeah, Mack says there a hundred miles of coastline in Georgia." Chubby says, "I suck at geography, glad it's not a college requirement," and then we talk about he courses we plan on registering for tomorrow. For me, I'm still not sure exactly which ones I'm signing up for, I wanna see what courses Robby chooses. Chubby goes, "Okay, I got a joke for you knuckleheads" A Chinese/American couple get married. She's a virgin and unbeknownst to the bride, so is her new husband. She's in bed on their wedding night. The guy gets undressed in the dark, then nervously gets into bed. He fakes confidence as he tries to be reassuring, like he's experienced with sex. He says, 'I know diss you firss time having sex... and you probably are lightened. I give you wa-ever you wan. Juss ask. So, whaychu want?' There's silence, then the bride says, 'I guess I wan try ting I hear 'bout from otta girls. I wan numba 69.' Thoughtful silence from him. Eventually in a puzzled way, he asks her. 'You wan... garlic chicken wif sno peas?' We laugh, and Chubby says, "I forgot to mention he's a waiter in a Chinese restaurant." We exchange a couple more jokes which is way better than looking at pictures and hearing about Ryan's boyfriend, fer sure. A little later Robby puts his arm over Ryan's shoulders and takes him on a quick tour of our apartment. When that's done they come out on the balcony again and Robby says, "Our guest is hungry, he hasn't eaten all day." Chubby says to me, "Let's get things started, bro." Ryan and Robby sit side by side at the kitchen counter watching Chubby and me prepare cole slaw and mashed potatoes to go with the grilled chicken... there's sliced tomatoes and corn on the cob too. Robby asks, "Can we do anything to help?" Chubby's in a really good mood now, like always, but especially now that he has a date for tomorrow night, he says, "Well, how 'bout starting the grill. Get some vegetable oil on a wad of paper towels and season the grill. That'll cleans it too." Those two do that giggling when flames flare up. Chubby mutters to me, "They're suppose to season and clean the grill before they turn it on. Feebs!" I keep turning around looking at them as I peel potatoes. Ryan's side keeps bumping into Robby's as they chuckle and laugh at... at what? What's so funny about lighting a grill? As I fume, Chubby's chattering on about his date tomorrow night. When Robby and Ryan come back in, Robby says to me, "Your twin is a spastic around a grill, Dylan," and Chubby yells, "Oh no! Don't tell me you nuts are doing that threesome shit again!" Robby says, "Mostly we're just doing the study group again because your brother and this little guy," as he puts his arm around Ryan's neck and pulls him into his body, "They don't study too much unless they're forced to." Ryan puts his arm around Robby's waist as I protest, "I get the same grades as you, Rob," and Ryan says, "Yeah, Rob, me too." Robby mutters, "Well, we'll make sure of it. We're doing the study group before all exam and sometimes just to review the course material." Chubby mutters, "Jesus! Count me out of that. The way I roll is, cramming the night before finals, and anyway I have a photographic memory." I mumble, "Bull shit alert." Chubby puts the chicken breasts on the grill as I get a big pot of water boiling to cook the corn on the cob. Ryan and Robby sit on the deck joking with Chubby while he's grilling the chicken. A few minutes later Ryan sticks his head in the door and says, "Robby asked if you'd make your awesome barbecue sauce." Well, actually he didn't ask me, Ryan did, but fuck it. I'm determined to keep my cool. Ten minutes later Chubby comes in with the chicken, saying, "I'm gonna make the faux chicken gravy for the potatoes." What we do is use College Inn low sodium chicken stock, thicken it with a package of McCormick chicken gravy mix, and then kick up the flavor a little more with a teaspoon or so of a paste that's a concentrated chicken base. This combination makes a fairly good chicken gravy for the creamy mashed potatoes. Everyone serves themselves and we eat on the balcony where there's four chairs and a round table just big enough for four plates. We tell stories about this past summer working on Robby's crew with Ryan mostly listening to us and laughing at the exaggerated funny experiences that happened. I keep glancing at Ryan's face wanting to feel his soft-looking mustache and little goatee. How can anyone be as cool as he looks with that tiny bit of facial hair? It's preposterous! I'm thinking back to the oversized eyeglasses Ryan was wearing when I first saw him from a distance. He was openly flirting with Robby, and the next time I saw him he had these little round eyeglasses that he wears now. Fuck! I've got to get my mind off him. Then I'm trying to objectively think about Ryan's demeanor tonight and come to the conclusion he's different, maybe he's a more mature twenty year old then me. He's ready to laugh and enjoy everyone's company. If I'm honest about it, he's not purposely ignoring me or sucking-up to Robby anymore than I am. Chubby's the usual life of the party of course, and Robby's in a very good mood too. I'm the only one acting like a stick it the mud so I try interacting more, but it even feels forced to me. All three of the guys gives me curious 'looks' at one time or another while we eat, but Ryan has me discombobulated. I can't believe how cool he looks and he's seemingly much more self confident than I remember him being, and I miss when he used to treat me like I'm special. Maybe I'm a spoiled brat wanting to be the center of attention, or maybe I don't know what the fuck I want. Ryan seems to have a edge to him now, but I can't describe it yet. After dinner I'm in the kitchen putting the dishes in the dishwasher feeling a little depressed and disappointed in myself when Ryan comes in with his dish, quietly asking, "What's wrong, Dylan? Don't you want me here? You're acting kinda like a jerk off." He never called me a jerk off before in his life. I can't even look at him when I say, "Don't be stupid, Ryan, of course I want you here. And don't call me names, especially jerk off." He stands beside me, saying, "I didn't call you jerk off, I said you're acting like one. Look at me, Dylan," so I look at him with a pout on my face. He says, "I'm sorry things didn't work out for us, I really am, but Mack got me to see things in a different way. I don't know, but maybe you and me are too much alike. We both like to be submissive, right? Two submissive guys doesn't work, you know that. Just be my friend. Be my twin boyfriend for Rob. It'll be cool and I need Rob because without Mack I'll need someone like him to satisfy my submissive side. Anyway, I'm not even sure I'm staying at Merrimack. If it doesn't work with Rob, and I'm not sure it will, I'm going back to Georgia to be with Mack." I ask, "What about college?" He shrugs, "I'll go to college there, what the fuck's the big deal? That's what he wants me to do, and so do my parents." Being petulant, I say, "Well why don't you do it then? Go back to Georgia." He says, "Because I kinda want to try this, if you don't mind. I wanna see if you and me can be friends even if we don't have sex together. Two submissive guys telling each other about our dominant lovers. You know, kindred spirits." I nod and slowly reach over to rub his little flimsy goatee and, yep, it's as soft as it looks. He chuckles, "Yeah, how about me finally getting some facial hair? Does that excite you?" I mumble, "Um, you look really cool, Ryan," and I gulp feeling a deep desire to hug him. He gives me a little smile and for something to say, I mutter, "Your whiskers are blond, not strawberry/blond." He shrugs and we stare into each other's eyes until he grins and reaches over to rub my cheek, saying, "What's gotten into you, Dylan? You love sick or something?" Chubby comes bounding in, and says, "Ahh, that's cute. Are you two getting reacquainted?" I frown at him as he gets a beer from the refrigerator, adding, "Don't try fucking up my brother's head, Ryan," he smiles and adds, "Or I'll fuck-up yours bad." I say, "Whaddaya talking about, Chubby? He's not fucking up anything." He pats Ryan's ass, grinning, "I might be kidding you guys, Ryan. You two need to grab a beer and chill, no hard feeling, Ryan. Come on out on the balcony, we can clean this dinner mess up later." He's gone in a flash with Ryan and me watching him go and then looking back at each other. Ryan says, "Would a hug help you?" I nod my head and wrap him in my arms rubbing my face against his as a boner comes up in my pants. Then I kiss his forehead, he's such a nice little package to hug and he smells so fucking good. I can feel his new muscles, then my hand rubs up the back of his neck into his ponytail. I kiss him on the lips. He doesn't pull away but only kisses back a little. Feeling stupid now I let go of him, and he grins, "Yeah, I forgot how good you smell, Dylan. Thanks for the kiss. We'll be kissing buddies, okay?" I nod, feeling my face get red. Why'd I make such a fool of myself. Gulping, I mutter, "You smell good too." He says, "Let's get a beer and see what the guys are up to. You never used to be a drama queen." He goes in the refrigerator and hands me a can of beer as I mutter, "Whaddaya talking about? I'm not being dramatic and I'm certainly not a queen." He chuckles as we pop the tops as walking towards the sliding doors to the balcony, me walking close to Ryan until I realize I'm doing it and step away. I'm stealing glances at the side of his face as we walk. One hand's in my pocket holding my boner to the side as we go, and on the balcony Chubby begins telling Robby and Ryan about Judy trying to pick me up and him ending up with a date with her instead. He makes it sound like it was a competition between us, which I don't correct. It sounds better the way he tells it. The guys are impressed that a cute girl tried to pick me up, which picks up my spirits a little. Chubby's cell phone rings. He answers it saying, "Johnny Beverly, whassup, ya hot shit?" John was in a course last year with Chubby that I wasn't in. Well, I wasn't in most of Chubby's classes last year. I was in most of Robby's, all but one. Chubby stands up and goes over to the railing talking to his friend for a few minutes, then ends the call saying to us, "I'm taking off, guys. This dude, John, has a girl he wants me to meet. I gotta say this year is getting off on the right foot. A far cry from last year." He goes around bumping fists, gives me a hug and off he goes. Robby looks at me, and asks, "Is everything okay, Dylan? You seem a little distant tonight." I say, "I'm just getting back in the swing of things, Rob, I'm good, really." He grins, probably because I called him Rob. He leans forward, and goes, "Well, here we are, the three of us again. Ryan, first thing I want to do is tell you something important about Dylan and me so you know where you stand. We've told only two other people about this, right, Dylan?" I nod my head, glad he's going to tell Ryan we're engaged. He says, "I proposed to Dylan this summer and we're secretly engaged. I tell you that so we all know where we stand as far as the threesome goes. Dylan and I are in love and you're buddy sex if you wanna be. Okay?" Ryan looks startled as he grins uncertainly, and says, "Um, you're kidding me, right?" I go, "Nope, we're engaged to be married, Rob and me," and Ryan mutters, "Congratulations, I guess. Isn't that a little bit unusual though? Some might say weird." Robby says, "Yes, it's unusual and maybe even weird to you, but Dylan and I are unusual in that we know who we're going to spend most of our lives with. If that's weird to you, so be it. In the meantime we're both still alley-catting around a tiny bit, as I call it. Dylan, much more so than me probably." I say, "Probably not much more than you anymore, Robby," and he says, "Whatever, we don't discuss it. We'll know when we're ready to be in a committed single relationship. Presently we know that time isn't now but we're working at it. Being engaged is just for the future." Ryan says, "Well, you've always had an unusual relationship, I'll give you that. The three of us though, you're saying so nothing's changed in that regard?" I anxiously ask, "You don't think it has?" getting my hopes up. Ryan shrugs, "Oh, yeah, I mean it'd not exactly like it was when the three of us first got together. You and me, our relationship has changed." He means him and Robby screwing and me screwing with Robby, but not him. I mutter, "Oh, yeah, I understand." Robby pats my leg, hesitatingly asking, "You okay with this?" Then he asks Ryan, "You don't want to have sex with Dylan, is that what you're saying?" Ryan shrugs, "I wouldn't mind under certain circumstances that Dylan and I would need to agree on." Robby says, "It's between you guys." Smelling the back of my hand I hesitate saying anything knowing in my heart that my pride won't let me show how badly Ryan's hurt me. I go, "Sure, lets try it. Maybe something will work out for Ryan and me in time," pretending it's no big deal one way or another. And I realize almost instantly, if I said 'forget about it', Ryan's probably going back to Georgia and I'm still holding out hope things might turn out like they did last time. It may seen contradictory to me wanting Ryan and me to be like old times and me cutting down on side-sex at the same time, but this would be sex within the threesome and doesn't count like regular side-sex. Ryan says, "Okay, good by me," and Robby drops the sex talk and goes, "I'll be in charge like last year, but I want you twins to tell me whenever you think I'm not being fair, and anytime you don't like something just say so. There usually can be a compromise worked out, but sometimes you'll just need to accept my decision. I'll always try doing what's best for all of us. Like I said, we're doing the study group and I need you both to tell me that you're committed to each other and to me." I say unenthusiastically, "Oh yeah, the three musketeers all over again." Ryan smirks at me and squeezes my arm too hard, the fucker is strong. He mumbles, "I'll have a talk with you later, Dylan." Robby asks Ryan, "What about the ponytail?" Ryan shrugs, "You're our leader so you tell me," and Robby goes, "That's the spirit, the ponytail goes. I'll give you a haircut when I give Dylan one, which won't be for a week or so." Ryan says, "Can't I give Dylan his haircuts?" Robby says, "Oh yeah, if you want, you were cutting his hair last semester. Okay, same deal as before, Dylan cuts my hair." It's okay with me if Ryan's my barber, it'll give us some time together and maybe he'll come around. Robby goes, "Now for the touchy part. Just to be clear, you two don't want to do anything sexy together, is that right?" I say, "Nah, we don't want to." Ryan goes, "Dylan and I are both submissive in sex and it wouldn't work." I say, "Yeah, no problem," as Robby gives me a funny look. I feel my face getting red again, as Robby says, "It's strictly between you two. It's okay with me either way." Ryan says, "Leave that to me, Rob. I'll try working something out with Dylan. If it doesn't work out we'll be buds who hang together and have each other's backs." Doesn't sound bad when he puts it that way, it's sort of a small version of the posse boys. Who am I kidding? I keep staring at Ryan and wanting him to want me, but since he doesn't I'm pretending I don't want him. Childish maybe, but how much 'face' can a guy be expected to lose? Robby goes, "Okay, that's settled. Lets look at the course selection now and see what courses we might want to register for together." I try taking all the courses Ryan takes, which gets me another curious look from Robby. In the end we agree that we'll all be in two courses together and then I'll be with just Robby in one and with neither of them in another. We're registering tomorrow and then it'll be official. Getting another beer, we smoke cigarettes and drink our beers on the balcony. Mostly we talk about our past threesome experiences and the things we did and didn't do right. Then, with Ryan keeping his comments about Mack to a minimum, he tells us about the failures he had with sex in Georgia before meeting Mack. Some of the things that he went through are funny and some make me feel bad for him. Later the conversation turns back to our threesome last spring, remembering some of the more awkward moments. We promise each other to avoid repeating our mistakes. Ryan's very friendly to me touching me often as he talks and I'm feeling better about things by the time Robby says, "Well, if you guys don't mind, I'm gonna take a shower and get to bed. It's eleven o'clock and I need to be at registration by eight-thirty tomorrow morning." The first initial of Robby's last name is 'D' and mine is 'N', so I register much later in the morning then Robby. Ryan's last name is Wilcocks so the 'W's registers late in the afternoon. Robby asks me, "You okay to give Ryan a ride back to his dorm?" I nod, trying not to appear too eager, "Yeah, of course." We all stand up then while Ryan and Robby hug and kiss on the lips. Not sexily so much as brotherly. Okay, no problem with that. Robby rubs my head, saying, "I'll see you in bed." That makes me feel good and I glance at Ryan to see if he looks jealous, but I can't tell from his expression. All I see is Ryan being so cool-looking and sexy it makes my stomach hurt. Then it's just Ryan and me so we're both feeling a little awkward now. We sit down and both light cigarettes and drink some beer. Finally Ryan says, "Can we go after we finish our beers?" I ask, "Don't you want another one?" He says, "No thanks, I was up really early this morning flying in from Georgia. I'm beat." I ask, "Aren't you bringing your Mini Cooper convertible to college?" He shrugs, "I gotta see if I'm staying first. If things work out, then my parents will ship it here by train or truck, whatever." He ain't gonna be staying. He'd have brought his car if he had any intention of staying. I wonder why he even came? Not being able to think of anything else to say, I mutter, "That's the coolest damn car," and he yawns, then apologizes, saying, "That yawn is no reflection on your company, Dylan, none at all. I really like seeing you again even if you're a bit, um, different. Hey, did we ever have the hot's for each other back then, Jesus!" I go, "Yeah, huh, how about that. Oh boy. To be honest, you're easy to get the hot's for, especially now. You really look cool and confident. Um, don't ya mind losing the ponytail though, it's so cool on you?" He chugs some beer, then says, "Maybe I will have another beer, if you don't mind," and he rubs under his nose with his index finger before stifling another yawn. I smell the back of my hand staring at him with my dick squirming in my pants, then I mumble, "Of course I don't mind. I'll get us each one," then drain the can I've been nursing. He grins at me and nods his head, mumbling, "Yeah, get your old dom a beer, thanks." Taking a deep breath I get up and squeeze his shoulder, then collect the three empties and go inside to drop them in the recycle bin. Getting two beers I'm back outside handing Ryan a beer, asking, "What about the ponytail, don't you mind that Rob's gonna cut it off?" He says, "No, I'll be happy to get rid of it. The ponytail was his idea," and I know who 'his' is, it's Mack. I ask, "How about the tattoos? Mack decide you needed to get them too?" Ryan cracks open the beer, looks at one of his tattoos and mumbles, "Yeah, his idea too," and he takes a swallow of beer. He looks at me for a second, then asks, "I'm curious, why don't you have any of the hot's left for me, you know, like you used to have? Ha, you used to just about kiss my ass." I frown at that nodding my head, then shrug, "Hey, I could ask you the same question." He scrunches his face, muttering, "I don't know why." We're quiet for a second, then I go, "Okay, I lied. I still have quite a bit of the hot's for you." He says, "Really? Damn, you've always been so, um, honest about your feelings. Most guys aren't that way. I'm not that way. I let my pride get in the way of telling how I really feel, and I'm not nearly as confident as you seem to think I am." We drink silently for a minute, then he says, "So, um, you'd be interested in you and me, you know, doing it, would you? Is that what you mean?" I say, "Yeah, I'd like that," and he goes, "That's so damn flattering, Dylan. I mean, look at you. You can have any gay guy you want and you want me. When you lost interest in me after I was away a month or so, I thought that was it. You'd dropped me, is what I thought. My pride, like I just mentioned, prevented me from asking you about it. I thought it would seem like I was groveling pathetically, ya know. I wasn't about to do that for my old sub. You need to grovel for your dom, so to speak. That's the way it's done anyway. Plus, I figured maybe you thought I'm not good enough for you." I say, "I don't know where you ever got that crazy idea. You're sexy and attractive and I, um, still think very fondly of you. Actually I thought you dumped me." Then I quickly add, "I was really hurt when you had to move away, and then you stopped emailing me." He says, "I thought you stopped emailing me." I shake my head trying to remember who stopped first. Maybe I was too involved in Sonny, who was with me back home. Ryan was away and more of a memory. He goes, "Well, me moving brought you and Rob closer. I can see that, and Rob let me know where I stand as far as you go. You're way up here and I'm way down there." I go, "You'll win him over and you'll be much higher than 'way down there'. Just don't get up as high as me, that's all I care about." He goes, "Ha, you don't have a thing to worry about on that score. Rob's always told me it was gonna be you and him forever." I nod, "I'm glad to hear that, but what about you and me until then, whenever 'then' is. Kissing buddies, like you said?" He's quiet for a bit fiddling with his ponytail, then he quietly says, "I've got a confession to make, one I never expected I'd be making. I didn't think I'd admit this to you, but then I see you and you tell me I'm cool and confident and you openly show me you still have meaningful feelings for me. I wasn't expecting you'd still have feelings for me... not at all. Anyway, I've got this confession. It's this: I'm not as enthralled with Mack as I pretended and I'm not at all sure you and I couldn't make it really hot again together if you are willing to do it the way we used to. It's just that, like I said, I assumed you'd move on from me and lost interested in me, so I convinced myself, ya know, that I lost interest in you first. To save face I lied to myself and Mack reinforced the lie. But being with you now, seeing you, it's kinda overwhelming. Mack kinda, whatever..." Ryan looks away, rubbing under his nose again. I smell the back of my hand liking the direction this is going. When Ryan doesn't continue, I ask, "What were you going to say?" He says, "About Mack? Oh, I don't know, I guess I feel like I'm basically just a possession to him. He loves me to death, he says... but, and this is a big but, he doesn't treat me like he loves me. He's moody and, um, he smacks me around a little too much, a lot too much actually. He slaps my face a lot." I go, "That's terrible." Ryan makes an expression, like 'What are ya gonna do?' Then he says, "But it's mostly the possession thing and he likes to humiliate me. He likes to humiliate his possessions I guess. He gets jealous if I even look at someone else, never mind talk to them. I'm like an ornament of his when we go to bars or clubs. I don't know, it became tiresome. I kept going back to him though, but I'm really glad to be away from him now, especially now that you..." He stops, then mumbles, "I'm tired, can you give me a ride to the dorm now." I nod my head, wanting to hear more. We walk downstairs together with me nervously jiggling Robby's keys to his pickup truck. Halfway down the stairs Ryan looks back to me and then at the keys, and I mutter, "Sorry." In the pickup, he says, "You've been acting weird, Dylan." I say, "I feel nervous around you. You're like, I don't know, so much cooler than me with your goatee and tattoos and all." He goes, "I don't feel cooler than you, or anyone else, look," and he pulls up his Polo shirt showing me two nip rings, one in each nipple. I stare at them as he says, "More of his ideas. They hurt like a motherfucker too." I slowly reach over and very carefully slide out one of his little rings, one very much like the one I threw out the window recently. He's staring at me with his mouth open a little bit, like he can't believe I just did that. I look at him, then pull up my t-shirt and slide the ring into my pierced nipple, mumbling, "It wasn't my idea either, and you're right, it does hurt like a motherfucker." Ryan's hand comes over to rub my nipple, asking, "Is it still sore?" I say, "Yeah, it is, but nothing serious. It can take up to six months to heal I've been told." He says, "Not mine, they healed in two months. You keep that nip ring Dylan," and then he moves his left nip ring to the right side like mine, and gives me a little grin, nodding his head a little. We stare into each other's eyes until he says, "Not here, Dylan," and my hopes build. Without saying anything else I start the pickup and we ride in silence for the two minutes it takes to get to Merrimack's campus. I ask, "Which dorm are you in?" He says, "The second one down, but drive to the upper parking lot." I glance at him, then nod my head real fast like Ryan used to do, and then drive up to the top parking lot to park in the dark. I turn off the pickup and look at Ryan with my heart pounding fast and my breathing coming in little gasps. We look at each other, both of us sucking on our lips. Ryan starts pulling his Polo shirt over his head, saying, "Take your shirt off and slide over here away from the steering wheel." My dick tightens up as I take my t-shirt over my head and drop it in the back. Sliding over to Ryan he holds my face between his hands and we stare at each other again, then he says, "You need to be submissive to me and not just during sex either. Before I can process that his face comes to mine and he gives my lips a soft kiss. A little moan slips out of my throat as he wraps me in his arms and we kiss hard with a lot of tongue. My hands rub up and down his back, then I get one knee over Ryan and sit on his lap with us kissing wildly and both making whining sounds of sexual desire. I soon feel his hard cock against my groin, our bodies tightly together and our hearts beating fast against one another's chest. He licks up the front of my nose and sucks on my top lips as I squirm against his thin torso with his arms feeling really strong. Even though he's still quite slim I feel the muscle he's put on in his chest from the lifting he did this summer. The sides of our spit-covered faces slide together as we us both take deep breaths, then I whisper in his ear, "You're delicious, Ryan." He grin, murmuring, "I remember the first time you told me that, it was in my bedroom. You're still the only person ever to tell me I'm delicious." We get back into more wild tongue-involved kissing as I'm inhaling his scent while we kiss crazily until Ryan gasps, "Get those pants of your's off right now," and he smacks my ass hard. I scramble off his lap to do that and then, naked, get on my hands and knees up on the seat. He kicks his shorts off and gets up on his knees behind me. He moans, "Mmmm, oh man, I can't catch my breath," and his hands rub my sides and under me across my chest, then around my cock and balls as he breaths raggedly. He murmurs, "Keep it clean shaven down here just like it is now," then he lays on my back and sucks where my neck meets my shoulder. He's gasping in between sucking and licking my neck. Goose bumps raise on my arms with him making another, "Mmmmm," sound. Lifting off my chest and lining his long fat boner to my asshole, with me picturing his huge penis. It still amazing to me that a person of his size has a penis that big. It's sexier than a larger person with a big cock. Gentle pressure spreads the lips of my anus for just a second and then a desperate thrust from Ryan shoves half his cock up my ass. The remaining three and a half to four inches of fat cock go in slowly and steadily with me holding my breath against the pain. He mutters, "Take it, baby, just take it." His pubic hairs tickle my butt cheeks before his groin is flat against me and he's laying on my back again quietly whining with sexual pleasure. Then he whispers, "I'd forgotten how wonderful sex can be with the right sex partner. I totally forgot it doesn't need to be like it was in Georgia." A groan of pain slips out of me, and Ryan coos soothingly, "It'll be fine, Dylan, don't act like a pussy. Give it a minute, okay?" I grunt, "Sure," and he goes, "Oh God, this is so sweet." He sucks on my shoulder some more as my rectum is desperately adjusting to accommodate this latest welcome intrusion. It's already beginning to feel better though and I'm reminded no one's cock feels like Ryan's feels inside me. I can't explain it, it's simply off the charts hot and sexy. I haven't had anyone give me a hickey for awhile now either. It might get me in trouble with Rob, but all I can think of at this moment is sharing something sexual with a threesome partner. I want to impress Ryan for the time we're together tonight, and that doesn't diminish my feelings for Robby one bit. Ryan takes his mouth away from my shoulder and lifts off my back. The hickey stings as the air hits it. "Is your rear end feeling better, Dylan?" I say, "It feels familiar and wonderful, Ryan." He says, "God, how did I talk myself into thinking I was over you?" He moans as he pulls his boner slowly back, then mutters, "And how did I forget your perfect ass?" I go, "Aaaah, umpth, ooh, that felt good." Smoothly and tightly his boner goes back up my ass and we both blow out air, "Aaaah, yeaaah." Then again he withdraws it and pushes it right back up my ass with my shoulders shuddering and me going, "Mmmm, uuuum." I'm sucking on my lips, fully into this sexual act now, thinking about nothing else except that it's finally Ryan fucking me again. He starts up with steady thrusts, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," me sliding a little forward with each penetration, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," and "Oooooh, God," from Ryan as he picks up speed, grunting now with each thrust. Faster and harder and them "Smack! Smack! Smack!, goes his hand on my ass, the sounds ringing in my ear's every time the palm of his hand connects with my butt cheeks. He grunts, "Tighten your ass, Dylan!" and "Smack! smack smack!" "Ooooh," from me, "Fuck my ass, Ryan," "Slap, slap, slap, slap," as his groin slaps against my ass fast now with both of us moaning and Ryan's scent, along with the special scent of sex, filling the cab of the pickup and my head. "Slap, slap, slap," his tight body smacks against my ass and even though it's only been three or four minutes my climax already has grabbed hold of me. Ryan lays on my back with his arm around my stomach squeezing me tightly as his hips continue firing his hard fat long boner fully up my ass with every thrust. His ass rises a little now before he thrusts down driving his hard boner inside me. Four or five minutes of exquisite sexual pleasure, then Ryan cries out and slams against me holding his groin against my ass while still humping against my butt cheeks as I arch my back and let out a whining squeal with my cock shooting a long stream of cum against the driver's-side door and Ryan's hard stream of cum collides with the wall of my bowels. We climaxed exactly at the same time. Another thrust of my hips and three more shots of cum tantalizes the head of my throbbing boner, this sperm joining their brothers against the door. Ryan's gasping whine accompanies more of his creamy cum shooting inside me. Shivers of sexual pleasure start at the roots of my hair and travel to my toes making my toes curl, and my shoulders shudder again. We stay like this, breathing deeply, for a minute or so with me concentrating on the sizzling sexy feeling around my groin and my full, very full rectum is vibrating sexual pleasure with Ryan's cock still buried inside me. He lets out a long exhale, tightens his hold around my belly and pulls me backwards as he plops on the seat. I land on his lap, his cock still up my ass. A few more awkward humps moves his boner a few inches back and forth in my rectum, as I go, "Oooh, mmm, ooh, Ryan, that's awesome." He stops thrusting, drops a hand to grab my cock and strokes it lazily, murmuring, "I can't believe we just had sex together, Dylan. It was the furthest thing from my mind when I saw you this afternoon behind the dugout. I'd totally convinced myself, with Mack's guidance, that I was over you. I mean totally over you and I didn't for a second suspect I was bull shitting myself, I believed it." Then he lets go of my cock and tries to adjust my position on his lap, finally saying, "Your sitting on my nuts, move over?" I lift off his long cock going, "Mmmm, oooh, ooh, wow, mmm," as it slides out. Sitting on the bench seat next to him, his cum runs out my ass, as he mutters, "Thanks! You know, getting my nuts squished like that brought back the days when my sadistic tops would crunch my nuts until I saw stars and felt faint." I mumble, "I'm sorry," and he says, "No, no, it's not your fault. It was my bright idea to flop you over on my lap. It was okay at first but I moved slightly and my balls got caught under your thigh somehow. Anyway, that was wonderful sex, Dylan. I can't believe how thrilling it was to 'top' you again. I was brainwashed by Mack and myself into thinking I didn't want to do this anymore. Stupid! That's what I was." I slide over tightly against Ryan's side putting my arm behind his neck and leaning in to kiss him. He grins, "Can it be like before, do ya think? Me being your dom and all. I really need that in order to be both dom to you and sub to Rob. I'm gonna insist on it, Dylan." I say, "I'd love the way it was, but being submissive to you all the time contradicts my vows to Rob," and then I hug him with the side of my face against his, saying in his ear, "I let myself forget what we had too, Ryan. It wasn't just you who fooled himself. We'll work around the submissive all the time part." I swallow loudly hugging him tightly, then mutter, "I still got it bad for you, Ryan." He says, "We're not working around anything, but I'll talk to you later about that." We stay like that with Ryan rubbing up the back of my head and kissing the side of my face every once in awhile. Then he says, "I can't get over how sexy you smell. How the fuck did I forget that too? I'd be easily to brainwash I think. How about if you let go of me and just sit next to me so we can talk." I let go of him and stare at his face, lit only by the moon. He says, "You're exaggerating my confidence, Dylan, because I will need you to be submissive to me. That'll build my confidence back. I'm lost it in Georgia." I mutter, "Maybe, but I'm impressed by you. You gives me that squirmy feeling I like so much and am just now remembering." After a minute, I ask, "Shouldn't we get dressed?" He smiles, "I was hoping to fuck you again. It's your fault too because you're so perfect I need it twice... at least twice. Remember how often I was fucking you there at the end of our relationship? It was four or five times a day. I've always had that kind of stamina and after a summer with Mack I'm use to that frequency from him... um, him and his friends, so that's the way it's going to be with you." I nod my head real fast not really giving it any serious thought, just so happy we're having our recreational sex again. I grin at him, "You're glasses are fogged up." He makes a face, kinda smirking at me. Then taking off his glasses, he hands them to me, and says, "You're the sub, you clean 'em." I need to stifle a grunt of sexiness at that dominant statement. I nod my head, and take the glasses from him while pulling a tissue out of the pouch on the front of the seat. Ryan reaches over to take his glasses back, "I won't make you my servant, Dylan." I go, "We're just playing," and he says, "I thought I liked being in the submissive role, but you might like it more. When it's you and me, I like it when you're submissive to me. You're the only person in the world who is, or ever has been. This is such a change from what I experienced all summer. You can't imagine! Now clean those glasses or you'll get a spanking! Ha ha." I squirm in the seat thinking, God, he's cute. After cleaning the glasses I carefully put them on him and push them up his cute nose. He gets my face between his hands and rubs his nose against mine, then kisses me with his soft whiskers feeling so hot, and he asks, "I'm going to fuck you again?" I nod my head, mumbling, "Sure, you're the boss." He chuckles, "I'll need to get used to this again. Damn, it's so different. I'm usually kissing Mack or his friend's asses, or getting my face slapped by one of them." I mutter, "Jesus, that's horrible." He says, "There won't be much of that from me." Ryan puts his arm around the back of my neck and pulls my head over to his shoulder so the top of my head is against his cheek. "Let me hold you like this while I try to get used to being the, um, whatever again. The dom, I guess. You're so special, I'm not worthy." I snuggle in against his tight little body, mumbling, "You're worthy, you're plenty worthy." We're like this for maybe an hour as Ryan quietly recites some his more unfortunate summer experiences with Mack. It's almost like a catharsis for him, or perhaps just a continuation of what he earlier called a confession'. The confession part only applies to his misrepresenting how awesome things were with Mack, he lied about that, and also the part where he said he wasn't sure he's staying at Merrimack. He needed to get away from the stranglehold Mack had on him and he knew it, so he had no intention of going back to that. It can't be easy being Ryan. As he quietly talks, looking straight ahead, I glance down at his limp, cum-coated big penis laying across his naked thigh. It's way too big for the rest of him, but I'm not complaining. I subtly squirm on the seat because my ass feels sticky and itchy with some of Ryan's spunk still inside me and some of it drooled out too, kinda gluing me to the seat as it dries. My mind wanders, not wanting to hear the horrible treatment he endured this summer, but I can't block it out for long and now he's telling me, or maybe he's telling himself, that it started out wonderfully for him with Mack. It sounds to me like he's trying to convince himself this was true more than anything else. In any case things were soon spiraling out of his control and he'd realized he again allowed himself to get involved with another sex partner who's intention from the start was to become abusively dominant to Ryan. Mack's like a cult leader sucking in those with a propensity to be sucked in. Unlike his previous sadistic dominant sex partners, the ones before Ryan found a sort of sanctuary with Robby and me, Mack wasn't the type to abuse and fuck Ryan then shoo him away until next time. Mack spent a lot of time with Ryan dragging him to gay clubs, parties, virtually everywhere he and his sick accomplices went. It was like Ryan was his pet poodle, except Mack probably treats his dog better. The situation became one where the more abusive Mack became and seeing that Ryan accepted it, the worse the abuse got. Mack took it up another level when beaten-down Ryan didn't complain convincingly, so that level of abuse then became the new accepted norm from which Mack took it up further and so on until Mack and his two gay friends were treating Ryan like an inanimate object, a sex toy smacking his face or spanking him whenever he displeased any of them, or sometimes just for the hell of it. Ryan was taken for granted, but always taken with them wherever they went. It was like you might bring a sex toy to a party to use for sex play later. Ryan talked and talked giving many more details than I cared to hear, but I don't think he was talking for my benefit anyway. He was getting it all out in the open for his own well being. It's ironic that before he moved to Georgia he'd warned me that I was susceptible to being taking advantage of the way he was later taken advantage of in Georgia, although I never believed that was a danger for me. He's the one who's in danger obviously, but he forgot that or thought he could control himself. I, on the other hand, recognize the sub/dom play for what it is and as long as it stays within the bounds of being sexually stimulating and basically harmless it was sexy fun, but there's a point where I'll go no further. I cut ties when that point is reached and I'm the one who decide's when it's reached, like I did with Ray and Willie when they went too far. Willie saw the error of his ways and he adjusted his behavior accordingly so I'm still able to enjoy being with him again, but only occasionally. I wish I had something helpful to say to Ryan, some sort of advice, but I don't. I don't, and I know I don't, so I say nothing. Just listen. It's pleasant being held by him again, smelling and feeling him although I wish it was without this hard-to-listen-to tale of abuse coming from him. It's like cuddling in a favorite blanket on a winter's night, but with that awful group Mumford and Sons screaming annoyingly in the background. I can't stand that band with all their yelling and hideously loud electric banjo noise. A banjo and rock 'n roll don't go together any better than a dog turd in a punch bowl go together. He sits up in the seat holding me against him with me leaning over to him and docilely snuggling in trying to be supportive while he tells his tale of woe. I'm rubbing my hand lightly over his chest and stomach feeling the new muscles in his body, or gently rubbing his goatee and mustache. He goes on to tell me he was made to lift weights when the other three were lifting, which they did a lot. They were gay muscle builders I guess. Every once in awhile Ryan will stop talking and give my forehead a kiss, along with a tighter hug, as he mutters, "I'm boring you, sorry, baby. Um, do you mind if I call you that?" I mumble, "No, just you and Rob though. I like it from you two only." Then he goes right back to his endless story until he finally finishes, saying, "Well, that was depressing for you, wasn't it. To me too actually. Sorry, but I feel better finally embarrassing myself by admitting out loud what a fucking wuss I let myself become. I wasn't enjoying it at all, but I'm turning that all around. Well, no more of that, I hope." I assume he means no more of putting up with Mack's shit, although he could mean no more telling me about it. Hopefully he means both. He says, "Being with you and Rob, Chubby too, for just part of one day and I see the light already. I needed to get away from them and be with real people to recognize how fucked-up I let my life become." I ask, "So, you really weren't going back to Mack even if it didn't work out with Rob?" He says, "No, I lied to you because I didn't know you still cared for me. I can't even explain how fucked up my thinking was, but I didn't want to admit to you what a loser I became. It's, oh I don't know, it all seems unbelievable even to me now, and I lived it." He turns his head to look at me putting a finger under my chin to lift my head, asking, "Would it be too much if I asked you, um, that is, I want you to suck my cock for me, Dylan. I want to fuck you again and I wish you could sleep with me tonight too, but I know you can't. Rob's waiting for you and I don't blame him." Glad he's done talking about his disturbing summer, I nod my head, "Sure, I'll suck your cock. I'd like to and I'm excited about you wanting to have sex with me again too." Dropping my head and taking his cock in my fingers to stroke it a few times, then I put it in my mouth. Ryan has a normal number of pubic hairs that are a bright red color unlike his whiskers. His crotch smells musky and sexy. He rubs my head and the back of my neck as I tongue and suck on his cock taking it in my throat when it gets firm enough. I can barely swallow it, but feeling bad for Ryan I go the extra mile. He's squirming on the seat, then lifting his ass up and grunting as I work my throat muscles massaging his cock. It swells in my throat so I lift my head off it while I still can and slurp the head, then with his sloppy boner moving around my face, I lick his balls and try to get my tongue near is asshole, but he grunts, "No, Dylan, I'd cum with one lick across my ass. You'll be doing that soon enough. God, that was awesome oral sex. You're like a gift, maybe your my gift from God as payback for my miserable summer." He pulls my head up and gives my mouth a big sloppy kiss, his arms go around my neck and we get into another wild make-out with Ryan soon using his recently acquired muscles to wrestle me to my back on the seat. He get's my legs up on his shoulders and his cock head pops past my sphincter muscle and then it goes all the way up my ass with Ryan going, "Aaaaaah, ooh, aaah, yeah." He breathes deeply leaning forward waiting a second or two. With my legs on his shoulders and him leaning forward it brings my ass up off the seat a little so he can drive his cock down inside me. A quiet moan from Ryan, then he begins smoothly moving his hips, fucking me until I'm moving on the seat, moaning and blowing noisy misting exhales and moaning his name. Ryan begins fucking faster and faster for maybe five or six minutes with me going crazy from the awesome sexual sensations all over my body. My hard cock quivering in it's tight hard condition as I'm making desperate whiny sounds. This time he cum's before me with a lot of heavy breathing. The feeling of the new cum blasting inside me gets my balls pumping cum up and out of my cock as I'm stroking and squeezing it for all I'm worth. All around my groin and down on my thighs and up into my belly these fantastic sexual sensation make be squirm and moan, so much that Ryan's boner pulls out of me and my legs jump off his shoulders. Ryan's cum rolls down from my asshole to the seat with my own cum pooling on my stomach and chest where it landed after I shot it in the air. Ryan gets his cock back inside me, his hands pushing behind my thighs bending me so my back is arched and my feet are a foot over my face. He humps me so fast and hard sweat drips off his face until he finally collapses on me, his cock pulling out again. I drop my legs on either side of him and hug his sweaty naked body to mine. We're like that for three of four minutes, then Ryan moves around on me and lifts his head over mine looking down at me grinning. He kisses me quickly, then says, "Can you believe this? I mean seriously, it's so hot, sex is so hot with you it's like un-fucking-believable. No one has ever turned me on like you do. There's something going on between us that's out of bounds different, but it's so much hotter than anything else I've ever experience. Is it just me?" I shake my head, "I was thinking earlier today, even when I didn't think you were interested in me anymore, I admitted to myself I've never had the hot's or been as deeply sexually aroused as I was with you. And it hasn't changed much I guess." He sits up and helps pull me up. "What's going to become of us, Dylan? It almost feels like we're doing something forbidden. I mean, our sex is almost not human or something. It's a little scary. I swear to God, if I could take you to bed with me right now I'd be fucking you again in two hours because I couldn't help myself." I take a big breath, then I say, "Well, I don't want to think about too much right now because it's been so crazily sexy hot and awesome, I wanna think about that for awhile." He says, "Next time though, I'll do some of that dominant stuff you used to like. You'll be so dominated I'll make you think you're a little kid. You get so sexually hot when I'm doing that shit it's like you want to crawl into my skin." I say, "I don't go for that real rough stuff anymore," and he goes, "You let me decide how dominant to you I'm going to be and I'm not referring to mean or especially hurtful stuff. I'll leave that for Mack to do on someone other than me." We need to talk more about this because Ryan has this idea I'm going to be submissive to him all the time and I'm simply not doing that. He mutters, "You know, for me it got like that Stockholm Syndrome where I felt I'd bonded with Mack, and even with his ugly, mean asshole buddies. And they stunk sometimes too. Hell, I didn't have to leave the house in Georgia if I didn't want to, he wouldn't kidnap me. He told me where to be and when to be there and day after day I'd be there. It's like I was under his control or something. That's not what I'm going for with you." I ask, "Didn't your parents see you were getting beat up?" He says, "Yeah, they thought I was playing a lot of football. Football is really big in Georgia, college, high school and middle school too." We talk about Ryan's bizarre position as Mack's boy-toy a little more until I was ready to scream, 'Enough already!', and then he says, "I've got to get you cleaned up. You've got cum all over you." He looks at the vinyl seat, "And this seat too. Drive to the back of my dorm. There's a water facet we can use. I'll get dressed so I can get out of the truck to wet something I can clean you with." Still enjoying the way Ryan's being bossy with me, I drive as we talk about the time we fucked naked behind his aunt and uncles house when they were at the Cape. We cleaned up afterward using their garden hose. Ryan laughs, "Yeah, that's where I got this idea." There's a roll of paper towels I know about in the back of the pickup's utility box. Ryan wets those and washes my ass and the back of my legs, as well as my stomach and chest where I spunked all over myself during our second fuck. As he wipes the cum off me I'm looking all around to see if anyone's watching. If some student is watching he'll probably figure, 'This is college, so what the fuck do I expect?' I don't see so much as a light go on though, so we're good. I look at my watch and see it's almost two o'clock in the morning. Holy shit, where'd the time go. I get dressed as Ryan wipes down the seat and the driver's side door where I shot a big load of cum. Then we use the rest of the roll of paper towels drying where Ryan cleaned. He says, "You better get back to your apartment. What will you say we were doing all this time?" I go, "Um, how about if I say some guys in your dorm had beer and we hung out with then awhile?" He says, "Okay, if it ever comes up that's our story." He kisses me, then says, "This was so unexpected, but at the same time one of the best nights I've had in a long, long time." He kisses me again, gives my ass a smack, and says, "I'll walk around and go in the front door of the dorm. Drive carefully." Nodding my head I reach out my hand and he takes it, holding it for a bit, then he says, "We'll talk, Dylan, but I don't want to fuck-up anything between you and Robby. I really don't." I nod again wanting to sleep with him, but he says, "Go ahead, Dylan. We couldn't explain an all-nighter, baby. Use your head." He walks away looking back once to wave. When he's around the corner of the building I get in the pickup and drive back to the apartment not thinking about anything. I'll think about it later. Then I get this guilty feeling and decide I need to mention something about this to Robby, but in a way I hope won't hurt him. After all it's his threesome idea. Back at the apartment complex, naturally I can't find a parking space anywhere in our building's parking lot. I finally find an open space almost as far away from our building as Merrimack College is. Damn! I try memorizing where I've parked so Robby can find the pickup tomorrow morning. Jogging back to our building I let myself in the main floor and then up the stairs as quietly as possible. Two doors down the hall is our apartment, I let myself in and then turn on the kitchen light so I can write instructions for where the pickup is parked so Robby can find it. He'll be pissed, but it's the closest place I could park. The apartment is eerily quiet so I tip toe into the bedroom carrying my sandals and go right through to the bathroom. After a much needed piss, I take a quick shower, my second one in this apartment. This time I'm paying special attention to cleaning my ass. Then brush my teeth and gargle. I stumble around in the bedroom, which is dark as a pocket, to find clean boxer shorts. I find a pair but don't know if they're Robby's or mine. Putting them on I slip into bed. Robby's out cold laying on his side facing away from me. I slide over to him putting my arm over his side, give a little hug, and then share his pillow with my nose at the back of his head. Aaaah, Robby's scent. After wasting a minute, again feeling guilty about having sex with Ryan, I remember Robby saying earlier tonight he doesn't care how Ryan and I work it out. Have sex or don't, it's all the same to Robby. That's what he said anyway and he's the boss. I give a thought to feeling guilty about how exuberant and hot the sex we had was. It was like off the charts sexual heat and almost beyond belief. Then I figure I'll put that thought on the back burning for sometime in the future when I can spend some time analyzing the ramifications of that in detail. So, now I'm free to enjoy Robby's scent and the feel of his athletic tight body. He's something alright! Next thing I know the sunlight from the bedroom window is streaming into my eyes. I turn over and see a note from Robby. 'Hi ya, Dylan. I'm off to register for my courses. I left a list of the courses we agreed we'd take together on the kitchen counter. Thanks for the map to my pickup. I wish you'd take that business course with me. It's no fun if you're not in class with me. I'll also be able to help more with the studying if we're in the same courses. I'm sorry I fell asleep so fast last night. You should have woke me when you got back from dropping Ryan off. I wanted to christen this bed... heh heh. I love you so much, Robby (or Rob, whichever you choose).' That's so sweet. I pull his pillow over and put my face in it. In the light of day I can see that Ryan and I didn't do anything so bad last night. It was some social sex, buddy sex, whatever you want to call it. Recreational sex is my favorite name for it. Checking my watch and, shit, it's almost eleven o'clock. I hop out of bed, get dressed and run out to the living room. Chubby's sitting at the kitchen bar drinking coffee and reading the sports page. "Hey, Dylan, how ya doing, bro?" We do a quick kiss good morning, then I go, "I need the Jeep. My time to register is in five minutes." He chuckles, "Oh man, Robby's wearing off on you and you're becoming overly responsible. Ya think they won't let you register if you're ten minutes late? Get real. Also, there are probably a hundred kids with the same registration time as you, maybe more. All of you can't register at the same fucking time. I'm not going over until at least a half hour past my assigned time." I go, "Oh, what'd we do last year for registration?" He says, "Get a cup of coffee. Last year was a circle jerk, a cluster fuck, and that's why I'm playing it smart this year. What'd you guys do last night after I left?" I get a cup of coffee and follow Chubby's advice about relaxing and playing it smart. After I've lied a little about last night, he tells me about the girl John introduced him to. "She's not a dog exactly, but she's slightly on the slutty side. Let me tell ya, she's got some tits on her that are, well, enormous. A big ass too and she is just begging to get laid." I go, "Did ya ever consider that you're getting a little too sex crazy? There's more to college life than getting laid." He goes, "Sure, but that's an important part of going to college, that plus drinking, obviously." to be continued... 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