DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 42
by Donny Mumford
It's after nine now and Ryan's been gone for a half hour, so I take a deep breath, still not sure what the right approach to take with Robby is, but up to our apartment I go. As I'm climbing the steps I feel curiously humiliated for some reason, and embarrassed too, and that's also for reasons unknown. And, I don't want to explore those feelings too deeply because I think they're linked to things I've done behind Robby's back, although I'm not sure how they're linked. Also I'm hungry. When I'm inside the apartment, there's no sign of Robby and there's no sign that Ryan was here getting a bad haircut and then getting fucked, no signs of either. The cum has been cleaned from the sliding glass door, Ryan's cut hairs swept up, and no telltale condom lying around anywhere. Robby's not in the bedroom or bathroom, so he must be doing a wash. I parked his pickup outside; I'd have seen him if he left. Ah ha, surely our sheets are part of that wash as there was certainly a big splash of Ryan's cum on them, at the very least. Probably telltale random dark hairs on my pillow and a few pubic ones further down on the sheets. Those two had themselves quite an afternoon. Robby could have been fucking Ryan at the same time those three assholes in Parker's Park where thinking about doing the same to Chubby and me. In the bedroom I find that sure enough, the sheets are off the bed. I pull back the blanket and immediately spot the wet spot about where that little fellow's cock would be if his head were on the pillow. He had himself two real good climaxes, didn't he! How many did I have today? That would be none. Hmmm? What to do? Well, I'll get myself a sandwich at least, that is if Robby and Ryan haven't eaten all the cold cuts.
There's smoked turkey and ham in the refrigerator so I make myself a turkey and mayonnaise sandwich on a kaiser roll. It's very good and I wash it down with a can of Lipton iced tea. Robby's not back when I finish the sandwich so I'll go down to the laundry room to find him, curious as to what I'll say when I do because I have no idea what that will be right now. Using my key I open the laundry room door and there's Robby putting the washed laundry into the dryer. He looks up and smiles at me brightly, "Dylan! I'm so glad you're back! I'm doing the laundry so we'll have nice clean sheets on our bed," and he kisses me. Surprising myself, I kiss back and my arms go around him to turn a 'welcome back' kiss into a sexy make-out that soon has my dick tenting the front of my pants, although there's not one in Robby's pants, which isn't surprising considering all the fucking he did today. When we break apart, Robby's grinning, saying, "Wow, I missed you too!" I don't know what came over me and I feel my face blush slightly. He says, "It was lonely around here without you." There's lie number one. I go, "What'd ya do?" He does a funny thing with his lips, gulping, then says, "I just lied to you, Dylan. Ryan was over today and we got into it pretty good, but I was missing you, so...." I stare at him, and he adds, "I'm sorry, but I want to be honest about it." Stunned at his honesty, I don't know where to go from here. Also I'm experiencing a very odd sensation all of a sudden, it's the sense that Robby seems hotter than ever to me. Seeing him fuck Ryan is somehow raising my opinion of him and I'd have thought that was impossible because I've loved him deeply for a long time. He just seems so much sexier to me now. I want him to fuck me like that too, like he fucked Ryan. I put my arm around his neck to pull the side of his face against the side of mine, meekly asking, "Did ya save anything for me, Robby?" Now Robby's stunned, he goes, "Um, you're not mad?" Pathetically I kiss his cheek a few times, then say, "I'm jealous more than mad, much more. I need you, Robby... I need you to fuck me. You're irresistible to me." He exclaims, "Maybe you're finally getting nearer to a level of love and adoration for me that I have had for you, like forever. I mutter, "If you feel about me the way I'm feeling about you right now, I'm a lucky boy, fer sure."
Trying to stop this embarrassing display, I let go of him, but can't stop looking at him. Earlier, Robby was just so awesome the way he controlled that Ryan fuck, and I wanna be fucked like that too now. He goes, "Well now, you know how I've felt all these years," and he turns the dryer on, adding, "But ya know, I'm going to need to keep you waiting for our next sex together. Maybe tomorrow after our second class. Ryan and I did it together twice today and I wouldn't want to disappoint you by not being at my best. You always say I'm in charge, so that's my decision. And that doesn't take anything away from how happy I am at the way you've handled my truthfulness and the way you're openly showing how much you love me and want to have sex with me. It's about time, and it's flattering too." My boner is very tight in my pants, I love the way Robby's being stern with me. I can hardly believe it, but it just makes me want him more. Almost getting the little-boy-feeling Willie can gives me, I ask, "Can I at least sleep with you. Your shoulder must be healed enough for that, right?" This time Robby hugs me, saying, "Of course you can sleep with me, that's why I'm going through the trouble to wash our sheets." Still on the brink of that odd regressing-in-age syndrome, previously caused only by Willie, I quietly ask, "Did you fuck Ryan in our bed?" Robby pulls his head away so we're looking each other in the eyes, he says, "Yes, I did. That's why I'm washing the sheets, and he used your pillow 'cause when we got in bed I naturally went to the side I always sleep on." I'm thinking, 'Enough with the honesty already!!' But I just look down, muttering, "That's alright. I don't care if he used my pillow." I can't believe I'm saying any of these words that are coming out of my mouth, but I can't help it; watching Robby fuck was so hot to me. I even admitted that to myself as I watched them doing it. And, Robby's getting me hot for him right now by acting like he is, hot like a wildfire out of control. He lifts my chin, saying, "The way you're accepting this makes me so happy, Dylan, and don't ever think I could ever love anyone as much as I love you, that'd be impossible. Okay, we good with all this?" I nod my head, going, "I guess, Robby. What choice do I have? Can't you fuck me in the morning though?" He goes, "No, the earliest will be maybe after morning classes, but probably after we're done for the day. Do you work tomorrow afternoon?" I go, "I've got to check on that. I'm not sure, Robby." He ruffles my hair, saying, "Well, if you do you'll need to wait for tomorrow night then, and I like that you're nagging me for it now, too." I want to nag some more, but I don't let myself. I'm making a big enough fool of myself as it is, and I'm not sure why. Is it just that I saw Robby fucking Ryan? I should be pissed that they fucked in my bed too, but that seems hot too. Damn! This is confusing as hell.
I must have a disappointed look on my face because Robby chuckles, saying, "Oh my God, I love that you want it so much. I'm gonna keep you waiting though, maybe you'll appreciate me more now." I'm biting my bottom lip trying to absorb this new reality. It's come on so fast I don't know what to think. Robby asks, "You alright, Dylan? It's only a day away, ya know! I'll do you up good, don't worry." Then he hugs me again swaying me side to side a little, then kissing my lips quickly. He goes, "Ya know, our roles have completely switched from when we first began making-out and doing those sexy massages after or before our lawn cutting jobs. Remember back then, I was so hot for you, but you were like, 'Oh that's cool, it's alright'. Now we're sorta acting the other way around and I gotta admit I'm lovin' it. You want me badly, but I'm telling you you'll need to wait; quite a reversal of roles. And, you've been insisting on me being the take-charge guy in our relationship, which I'm feeling more and more comfortable doing, as you can see. It's the way I am with Ryan too and he likes it, so you're not the only one who does. I'll take it up a notch with you now though, like I do with Ryan. You know, be totally in charge of our sex life, and other things too." Putting the 'take it up a notch' comment aside for a minute, I protest his other point, "I was never like that like what you said, Robby. I never said, 'Oh alright', like I was doing you a favor. Anyway, that was when I already had a boyfriend." He says, "Alright, lets have a cigarette outside and talk some more about this while the dryer's running?" I nod, "Okay," and we leave the laundry room and go out the back door that leads to the side parking lot, where I usually have to park. After lighting cigarettes, Robby inhales and blows smoke out his nose and mouth, saying, "This talk we're having is awesome, Dylan. Get stuff I've been thinking about out in the open, ya know? And, I know I said we wouldn't discuss our boyfriends on the side, but I blurted it out to you because I'm not ashamed of it. You've said any number of times we're young and that's when boys should test the waters of sexuality, or something like that. I don't want to talk about specifics, but general acknowledgement of our side boyfriends is okay." Well, he's now elevated Ryan to 'boyfriend' status. Quite a promotion from his description of sex with Ryan as being 'just a step above jerking off' like he told me recently. Robby's talking about this stuff much more confidently then ever before too, and I wonder if me accepting the fact he fucked Ryan twice today, and one of the times he blatantly did it in our bed, is what's given him this extra confidence. Maybe I should have pitched a bitch, except I didn't feel that way. All my concentration was on how friggin' sexy Robby is to me right now.
He's looking at me, waiting for me to say something, but I don't know what to say, so I hug him instead, mumbling, "Will you fuck me just like you did Ryan?" Why did I say that? He hugs back, holding his cigarette away. "You're really something, Dylan. I hope you stay this way because it's building my ego up, big time! Heh heh, you want me to do you like I did Ryan, huh? Well, do you want the spanking I give him too? Ha ha." I mutter, still holding on to him, "I don't mind a spanking every now and then from you." He rubs the back of my head, mumbling, "No, you don't, do you. Well, I fuck Ryan pretty much the way you and I do it except he doesn't have any say in the matter. He nags me, like you're doing, but I decide when and how we do it. Does that turn you on too? It sure turns Ryan on." Oh goodie, now I'm being compared to Ryan. Well why not, I'm acting the same way Ryan acts around Robby. I mean, I've just started acting that way now, but I still not sure why. I back away from our hug to drag on my cigarette, going, "Yeah, I guess that does turn me on just like Ryan, but I've suggested this for over a year now, Robby. It's me that suggested you be in charge, and all." He says, "And I am, right? I'm being in charge and I'll be even more in charge, and I've already started that as a matter of fact. So, are you happy about that?" I nod my head, mumbling, "Yeah, I am," wondering if I really am. My dick says it's a good idea, and as I look at Robby I admit I've got the hots for him like never before. The reason of this for that has to be me watching him fuck Ryan. Hey, I wonder if Robby would do a three-way? Would I? Ryan is kinda cute and he's got a decent cock, fer sure. I've been acting the fool since meeting up with Robby in the laundry room, so why stop now. I go, "Um, ah..." Robby goes, "What?" I say, "Just wondering if you ever want to do your two boyfriends together. You know, a three-way?" He laughs, "You mean like my brother and Vinnie and you? No, that's not in my game plan right now. Maybe in the future. Ryan lives in the town over from us ya know. I'll be spending time with him this summer. Might as well be honest about that too. Maybe if you ask me during the summer I'll be more open to it. Ryan's kinda shy though." Kinda shy, he's a smart ass is what he is, but I don't argue because at this moment I don't feel like arguing with Robby. I just mutter, "Okay, I'll ask in the summer. Um, I'm still your number one boyfriend right?" He goes, "Jesus! What a question! It's not even close, Dylan. You're number one and Ryan's not even been assigned a number yet. Okay, that's another lie because I heard Robby tell Ryan he's number two and someone named John Hammond is the one who hasn't been assigned a number yet. And who the fuck is John Hammond? I can't ask because that though because it would tell Robby I was a witness to his hot fuck of Ryan.
We finish our cigarettes not talking much. Just exchanging little grins with Robby appearing very happy with the situation, and why shouldn't he be? He can now be open about his 'other' boyfriend; his boyfriend on the side. And hell, I was the one who first brought up the concept up of a boyfriend on the side to Robby a year and a half ago. Of course that doesn't mean he didn't already have someone on the side at the time, but I naively assumed that he didn't. I thought I was the only one cool enough for that. Brother, was I wrong. I don't care about that though, I'm hot for Robby, that's what's on my mind. After the dryer's done it's job, Robby and I fold the laundry and take it to the apartment. We make the bed together without me mentioning the wet cum spot on the mattress cover. As we're doing that, Robby goes, "Oh, about you wanting me to spank your ass and fuck you like I do Ryan, which I'll do if you want, but the fuck I gave him also included getting his nuts squeezed, and I mean hard. You want that too?" I ask, "Do think I should?" He shrugs, "They're your nuts, I only do it because it gets Ryan off something fierce." I say, "Alright, that too. If you do me exactly how you do Ryan, that way I'll feel, I don't know, like I know the score or something. Ryan and I will be your twin boyfriends." He says, "Hey, I like that... my twin boyfriends." I go, "Yeah, and I guess I want you to fuck you to fuck me like you do him is to see if there's something different between when you fuck him and when you do me." Robby says, "It's more of a subtle difference because he's so hot for me, it's like if I touch his dick he almost cums, ya know. A damn good ass for fucking too although his buttocks is nothing to write home about. Now your's, your ass is something special. The best ass I've ever seen on anyone, and you're much sexier than Ryan too, so don't forget that. He's cute, but not nearly as sexy as you." Okay, that makes be feel better and I have to bite my tongue not to thank Robby profusely. I do say, "Aww, thanks Robby. You've got a primo ass too!" Then I ask, "Ah, just wondering... does, um, Ryan ever do you?" Robby laughs, "No way, Dylan! Jeez, no." Alright! I fuck Robby every now and then, like our reunion ten days ago. Too bad for you, Ryan! Of course, I only fucked Robby because Robby he me too, but that counts.
Back in our apartment, Robby showers, then I do the same. Wearing boxers we get in bed about eleven o'clock. Without even thinking about it I squirm over towards Robby until my body's touching him from shoulders to feet, and ask, "Will you hug me, Robby? I'm feeling the need for you to hug me." He wraps his good arm around me, saying, "I'm still careful with my left arm, but I'd love to hug you with my right. Um, are you thinking I've lost some interest in you, Dylan? Because I haven't. In fact, the way you've been behaving tonight, actually it's been ever since spring break, but especially tonight, I'm loving you more than ever." I mumble, "Thanks Robby, me too and I really mean that." Then I snuggle against him even more. His sexy body and scent give me a boner. Robby chuckles, and says, "I feel that against my leg. You are hot for me, ain't ya? Too bad you weren't around today, it would have been you instead of Ryan; you'd have two fucks from me if you were here. Your twin's your fill-in now, and not a bad one either. You weren't here though, so now you'll have to wait until tomorrow night." I go, "Oh Robby, you said maybe after the morning classes." He says, "Well, now I'm saying tomorrow night, that's unless you're not working and Chubby's not here, then tomorrow after baseball practice. And I'll do you just as good as I did my other boyfriend, that's a promise!" He chuckles adding, "Including the spanking and the ball crunching, you're gonna see stars, I swear. Heh heh." Well, he's sure mentioning the 'other boyfriend' a lot. He says that rather than using Ryan's name, probably to get me used to it. And, I wish he'd said he'll do me better than he did his other boyfriend, not just as good. But that was a hot fuck he laid on Ryan, so I'll take it. Hope I'm not working tomorrow, and Chubby is. I'll call after first class for the schedule. Then I'm thinking about the ball crunching aspect of Ryan and Robby's fuck. I don't like that. In a tentative manner, I go, "Um, Robby, the ball crunching... um, is that always included in a Ryan fuck?" Robby chuckles again, he's been doing a lot of that tonight. He goes, "Heh, heh, yeah it is. It gets both of us hot. I put the thought in Ryan's mind, an idea I got from you, by the way. Ya know, a little pain intensifies the pleasure parts of sex. I heard that from you." I mutter, "Really, I don't remember mentioning that," although I do remember. Damnit! He goes, "Yeah, ya did. Anyway, in the same manner you've put ideas in my head that I adopt as my own eventually. I know you do that, by the way. I suggested it to Ryan and he was all for it because a previous sex partner of his used to do it do much more to him, too. It's been a while though, so I started off with light squeezes increasing the pressure with each fuck a little bit, and now Ryan's back to thinking he needs his balls crunched to get off the hottest climaxes. He asks for it now." What the fuck? Robby's turning all my little tricks back on me. Well if Ryan does it, so can I! "Um, Robby, will you start off with light squeezes with me too?" He asks, "Do you want me too?" Taking a big breath, and thinking about Willie doing it to me anyway, I go, "You can start in the middle and work your way up to Ryan's crunches pretty quickly. I think it sounds hot too." More chuckles from Robby, then, "God, I love you like this, Dylan. Love you more and more every minute! Hell, I should have followed your suggestion of being dominant long ago." He kisses me and we do a good make-out with my cock leaking on his leg, which gets more chuckles from him.
In the morning I wake up on my own. Robby's still sleeping and I glance at the alarm clock and see it's early enough that we can fit in a fuck and still be to class in plenty of time. Robby and I rolled away from each other during the night so I squirm over and put my arm around him, then put my nose close to his shoulder and inhale his sexy scent. Oh man, I'm so hot for Robby I can't help myself. I rub his hair thinking, 'Robby really needs a haircut,' then kiss his cheek. He doesn't wake up so I rub his back roughly. Robby finally mumbles, "Is it time to wake up, Dylan?" I try to sound sexy, saying, "It's not time to get ready for college, but... um, do you think you could change your mind and, you know..." He mumbles, "Yes, I know what you're referring to, but the answer is still no. I decide when we have sex from now on, just like I do with your twin, and I told you when you and I are going to do it already. I love you more than you might imagine, but you weren't home yesterday, you had better things to do, so you lose out. Now go back to sleep. I'm sorry, but I'm in charge and that means I decide, just like I do with my other boyfriend. It'll be equal, with you getting a little more than equal, heh heh, okay?" He's sounding a little like Willie, and why hasn't Willie called me? I mutter, "Okay, Robby, I love you too." He turns over and hugs me with both arms, saying, "Don't worry, Dylan, you'll never lose me, but things are gonna change a little bit. You'll need to get your priorities straight. I'm not waiting for you to finish... finish whatever it is you want to do more than be with me, and I'll go ahead and have sex if I feel like it.If you're off doing other things, things I don't necessarily need to hear about by the way, then I'll be off doing other things too. Okay?" I want to whine, but I see his point, so I mutter, "Oh, okay. But I'll tell ya, I'll be hangin' around you all the time from now on." Another chuckle, then, "Good, I hope you do. And really, Dylan, this will bring us closer together and, ya know, you'll appreciate me more. I want you to love me like I love you. And let's be honest, you've been alley-catting around the entire time we've been boyfriends, and so you'll need to endure me having another boyfriend too. Am I right?" I go, "Yeah, you are, Robby." He adds, "And I want you to be nice to Ryan too. When you run into him I mean, you're both my boyfriends now, boyfriends I'm fucking equally, so you two have a lot more in common than either of you might think. Okay?" I go, "Yeah, I'll be nice to him, but he can be a wiseass ya know. He inferred he was going to the Grand Canyon with you, for example." Robby says, "I'm going back to sleep. He was just jealous of you, don't get in a cat fight with him, fer chrissakes. I told you to be nice to him and I'll tell Ryan the same thing." Jeez, that lecture almost did it, I almost felt like a middle schooler there for awhile. Damn, this is hot. If Robby continues like this he'll be at Willie authoritative level before I know it, oh boy! Constant thrill ride! Maybe that's not a good thing though. Fuck, I don't know.
Robby goes back to sleep, but I don't. I think about this amazing turn of events instead. It's happened so fast, like Willie's turnaround in Key West. Robby says I've been different since Key West and that must be all the stuff Willie laid on me; psychological stuff about being a good submissive partner in a sexual relationship, which I agree with to a degree. Actually, Willie said 'a lovers sexual relationship', but I don't love Willie. Not like I love Robby, so if Robby can be a little more like Willie I'll be golden, right? Damn, I've got such a tight boner I feel like jerking off. Dodger and Vinnie put some fucking on me, but recreational sex can't compare with submissive sex and that can't compare with a submissive fuck when love's involved, like it would be with Robby. Damn, I'm glad I saw him fucking Ryan 'cause it's made me see things in a different light, where Robby's concerned, I mean. He can be 'the man'! I softly put my arm over his sleeping body and press my face against the back of his head. I got it bad for Robby now! My boner aches deliciously and I rub it against his butt imagining Robby pushing his boner up my ass later today, and that image in my head almost makes me cum. I'm so hot for him it's stupid and I try again to understand it. The most surprising thing is not that Robby's fucking Ryan regularly, but that I'm accepting it so willingly. What can I do except go along? Guess it was a lie when Robby told me before that he only fucks Ryan when the nagging got too annoying. It's obvious Robby loves fucking that little dude. Hmmm? And Robby's openly calling Ryan his other boyfriend too, and I'm accepting that willingly too. Me and Ryan: two peas in a pod. Damn, that's not doing my self image any good. I'm accepting it all and it doesn't matter why, because it's just the way it's gotta be. Robby's definitely upping his confidence, and after all the times I've wished for it, it's finally happened and I like it, I think. The Ryan affair is obviously connected with Robby's increased confidence. Ryan and who else, I wonder? And yes, I sure I like that Robby's actually taking charge now, but still I kinda liked it when I was rationalizing my 'alley catting around', as Robby calls it, and I felt I was actually in charge of Robby's and my love affair. Now it's Robby who's taking over and insisting I accept the fact of his 'other boyfriend' and I even coined the phrase 'twin boyfriends' which Robby seems to have adopted. Now I'm supposed to be nice to my 'twin' too. And, I guess I will 'cause Robby told me to. That's sorta sexy and ballsy of Robby to add on that thing about him insisting I be nice to Ryan... hee hee. Overall, I think this is a good thing... I hope it is anyway.
When the alarm goes off, I realize I'd fallen back asleep. We grumble as we get out of bed and after our bathroom necessities, Robby kisses me with toothpaste breath, saying, "I love you so much, Dylan. Don't worry about Ryan or anyone else coming between us. I'm basically just following the lead you established for us two years ago, right?" I go, "Yeah, I guess, but can't we do something sexy after morning classes?" He laughs, "Oh I love that you're you nagging me just like your twin does. I'll tell you the same thing I tell Ryan: You'll be the first to know when I'm ready." He rubs my hair, adding, "Your hair's growing back nicely." I immediately say, "Yeah, and you need a haircut too. I noticed that in bed last night." Robby goes, "Oh yeah. Um, I gave Ryan a buzz cut yesterday, a pretty good one too." I'm thinking, 'You gotta be shitting me, that haircut sucked!' Robby goes on, "Well, now he wants to give me one too, we'll probably do it tomorrow when we have a short day. Can we use your clippers again?" A red cloud comes over me, first anger, then it changes to the green cloud of jealousy and I yell, "No way! I'm the boyfriend who cuts your hair! Somebody cut Chubby's hair two and a half years ago and I almost got in a fight with that asshole. I want to cut your hair! I'm your number one boyfriend, Robby, please!" I'm red in the face, my eyes tearing like some kind of spoiled brat. Robby looks concerned, going, "Okay, okay," as he hugs me, "You can give me the haircut. I'll tell Ryan he can do it some other time. Calm down Dylan, I didn't realize how much it meant to you." He's patting my back and I'm feeling ridiculous again, but I don't care. I'm sticking up for myself. Robby says, "Anyway, you should be flattered 'cause I gave Ryan the kind of sexy intimate haircut like you give me. I copied you, Dylan." Well that's just great, he gave him an intimate haircut. No wonder Ryan didn't seem to care that it's a shitty haircut. At least I didn't hear him complain about it when I was spying on them. I mutter, "Thanks, Robby," like he gave me some big present, but I want to cut his hair so I don't care. Goddamn that Ryan! I try to regain some self-respect after that humiliating display. So I try for flip, saying, "Anyway, Robby, he'll probably give you..." and I almost say, '...the terrible haircut you gave him', but that would hurt Robby's feelings, so I catch myself, and say, "...a bad haircut like beginners often do." Robby lets go of me saying, "Oh, how hard is it to give a buzz cut?" Well Ryan's buzz cut is one example of how hard it can be, and Matthew Flowers' girlfriend giving him one is another example, but I hold my tongue. Robby goes, "We gotta get going, Dylan, grab my backpack for me." He's healed enough to fuck Ryan twice yesterday, but not healed enough to carry his own backpack. I get his and mine and follow Robby out. We go down the steps to the pickup that's parked conveniently ten feet from the front door, but only because I pulled in Ryan's vacated spot. As we walk down those steps I stare at Robby the whole time, squeezing my dick. Damn, I sure hope I'm not scheduled to work this afternoon. I'll find out after first class. He's so hot to me now it's crazy! And he seems to know it too.
I drive Robby's pickup to Merrimack and as we're walking from the parking lot to the building for our first class, me carrying both our backpacks, we run into Ryan and his roommate, Tom Jenkins. Ryan gives Robby a big smile and Tom goes, "dudes, wassup?" This close up, I see the extent of the carnage Robby did on Ryan's buzz cut. Why didn't he just leave Ryan's hair the same half-inch length all over and just outline around his ears and neck? Nooo, Robby had to try tapering the sides and back a little. It looks like shingles on the side of a house, hee hee. Ryan's wearing the teams baseball cap, but that doesn't hide the damage on the sides and back. I try for friendly, saying, "Hi guys, it's almost over for our freshman year. Tom goes, "Rob, if you get within ten feet of me with barber clippers in your hand I'm screaming for the campus police, hahah." Robby looks shocked, mumbling, "Whaddaya mean?" Ryan says, "You're an asshole, Tom. This is a good haircut." Robby takes off Ryan's hat and rubs his buzz cut hair, saying, "It's even, all over the top. I just tapered the sides a little 'cause Ryan said he'd rather have a burr haircut than a plain buzz cut." Then he asks me, "You're the professional here, Dylan, what do you say?" Ryan looks at me defiantly, daring me not to stick-up for Robby. I nod my head, muttering, "Ryan asked for a burr, and burr haircuts are shorter on the sides than the hairs on the top, so Robby's right." To show I'm being nice, I smile at Ryan and rub his burred hair. He gives me a disgusted expression pulling his head away, saying, "No touching!" Tom goes, "My dad's an optometrist, you guys oughta visit him, and soon." Ryan pushes his rimless eyeglasses up using his index finger between the two lenses, they'd drifted down his button nose when he jerked his head away from my hand. He says to his roommate, "I already got an optometrist, Tom." Tom punches Ryan gently on the arm, going, "Yes you do, roomie. Hey, see you guys later, I got to go over to the Wagner building for first class." Ryan asks Robby, "Can I ask you something?" and glancing at me he adds, "In private, Rob?" Robby shrugs, muttering, "Yeah," then to me, "Do ya mind, Dylan? I'll only be a second," and without waiting to find out if I mind, he puts his arm around Ryan's neck to pull his head over for a quick kiss that no one sees but me, and walks away a few steps. They whisper as I boil, thinking, 'Get used to it, Dylan. Robby's running the show now.'
They talk quietly for only a minute, then Robby squeezes the back of Ryan's neck with Ryan leaning into Robby for an almost hug, then Ryan walks away a few steps before looking back at me and smirking a knowing smirk at me. I could wring his skinny neck. Ryan keeps walking and Robby comes over to say, "Shall we get moving, Dylan?" I ask, What was that about?" Robby goes, "Oh, it's nothing. I promised Ryan when we were in bed together yesterday that I'd tell you he's my boyfriend too. That's why I changed my initial lie to you about what I was doing yesterday." I blush realizing they were talking about me, about me learning my place. I ask, "So you told him?" Robby goes, "Yeah, it's all in the open now, Dylan. I feel better about being honest with you." He's not being an asshole about this, there's nothing smug about the way Robby's talking, he seems just like Robby of old, speaking with sincerity, like always. It's the words he's saying that are taking me by surprise. It's not that he's flaunting this stuff in my face or anything, so I'm not mad at him. I guess I'm just puzzled about the quick change. Yeah, he's certainly being direct and honest, and if I'm honest there's nothing in what he says that I have a reason to to get pissed-off about. Nah, I don't have anything to complain about here. Robby's done nothing I haven't done already, times five! I'm not so proud that I can't accept this change in our relationship. I need to share Robby for awhile just like he shares me.That's just what Willie said to me, he said 'I'll share you, Dylan, 'cause you'll make the right choice in the end'. I'm sorta even glad about it because my conscience can use some time off. When and if Willie calls, I can freely tell Robby about it without feeling like a cheat. And I like Robby being 'in charge' the way he's doing, it took guts for him to come right out and tell me the score. Is this maturity, I wonder? Fuck maturity, we're nineteen. It's age nineteen stuff, not maturity. Maybe it's even a passing thing with us, we'll see, but for now I'm good with it. I have no choice anyway because I've never been this hot for Robby in all the time we've known each other. He's smoking hot!
After first class, I nervously call Stop & Shop for my schedule and find out I'm working Tuesday and Chubby's on till seven tonight. Oh boy! I excitedly tell Robby and he goes, "Good! I'm really getting excited about fucking you like I did Ryan, standing up and all... well, you'll see." I go, "You're the boss, Robby, you tell me and I'll do it. This will get me used to taking orders from you and get me ready for the summer job working for you." He makes a face like... 'Ooooh, I need to tell you something,' and I'm thinking, 'Oh no, the summer job's off'. But he says, "Dylan, be cool, but Ryan will be working with us too. So far it's you, Chubby, Dodger, and Ryan on my team. I may need one more at least." I go, "Ryan? He's too small to do the work. He can't hold that weedwacker two inches off the ground for an hour at a time!" Robby soothingly says, "Okay, you're upset, but it'll be fine, Dylan. Let me worry about Ryan holding a weedwacker. If I didn't think he could help the team, I wouldn't have hired him." Well no sense in arguing about it, Robby's the boss in the summer too. Geez, the hits just keep on coming. No, it's not that big a deal, I guess. I say again, "You're the boss, Robby." He smiles and leans in to me, whispering, "I love you best by a mile, Dylan. You're being such a good sport about this, thank you." God, I want to kiss him, but I smile back, muttering, "I'm trying, Robby." The rest of Monday went by slowly with me playing with myself most of the time from remembering the Robby/Ryan fuck. I'm going over as much of it in my head as I can recall, and imagining me being Ryan later this afternoon. Maybe I'll smirk at Ryan if I see him tomorrow. He'll probably know about Robby doing me because Robby's as honest with him as he is with me. Ha!
Bringing Robby's and my backpack, I get a ride to the apartment with Chubby, then he has to leave right away for his shift at Stop & Shop. I take a shower to be fresh for Robby. It takes will power not to jerk-off thinking about Robby finally doing me again. I don't know why the hell he goes to baseball practice when he can't practice, but it's been a week since our last fuck which is maybe why Robby seems so nuclear-hot to me; that, plus I saw his fuck of Ryan. Can't leave that out of the equation. I'm pacing after my shower, wearing sweatpants but no underwear to make it simpler when he tells me to get my pants down like he did with Ryan. This is crazy, but I can't remember the last time I was this horny for Robby, maybe never. I'm out on the balcony smoking when I see Robby's pickup coming down the lanes of parked cars. He gets a close spot to park when someone is just pulling out. Robby's lucky that way. I step on my cigarette butt, then kick it over the side and hustle in to gargle with mouthwash. Trying to act casual I'm sorta lying on the sofa pretending to read notes from first class, notes that Robby's once again taking for us. Glad I don't need to do that anymore. Robby comes in sweaty, but with a big smile, "Hey, Dylan! This is gonna be so much fun," and he sounds almost as excited as I am. I go, "I'll say!" Robby comes over rubbing my hair, adding, "I was thinking on the way over here, thinking that I gave Ryan one of those intimate haircuts that you give me, you know... before I fucked him. So, I should do the same with you. We have a wicked short attachment for the clippers so I can do it for you, no problem. Cutting Ryan's hair got me in the mood, ya know. So you get the clippers while I wash up, and take your T-shirt off, it's sexier that way." Oh fuck! I didn't think of this, he'd already cut Ryan's hair before I spied on them. I go, "Um, would it be alright if we skipped that step, Robby?" He's headed for the bathroom, he says, "No, it wouldn't! You said you wanted the same fuck I gave Ryan, and you're going to get it. Now please get the clippers for me, and take your shirt off." He's in the bathroom now, so I take a deep breath, pull on my cock and discover it's partially boned up from Robby's authoritative way of saying that last bit. Taking off my shirt I go in the bedroom, telling Robby, "I'm getting the clippers for you, Robby." He's brushing his teeth and says with a mouthful of toothpaste, "Good, and pull out the stool over near the kitchen bar. Get up on it and I'll be right out." I've fantasized Robby being like this and now it's not a fantasy. I get the clippers with a strange buzzing in my groin; a nervous submissive buzzing that feels both good and a little scary too.
Checking out the attachments for the clippers, I find the eight-inch guide, then hide it under my underwear in the bureau drawer. The next longer one is almost a quarter-inch, so I put that one on the clippers. Anyway this won't be as short as my Key West haircut. Then I look at myself in the mirror and run my hand over my head, thinking, 'You asked for it, Dylan, and Robby's giving it to you with both barrels.' Whoa, I feel funny, as in strange. Taking the clippers with me I go over and put them on the bar, then plug them in the outlet and pull a stool over and sit on it, shirtless, like Robby told me. I have this odd buzzing going on in my groin and it's now concentrating in the area around my balls. The buzzing makes me me shudder, probably that's not the last time I'll be doing that. I'm so hot for Robby I'm don't even care about the haircut. Willie will care, if he ever calls, but that's then and this is now. I'm into now. Robby comes over with a comb and combs my hair but it's still to short to comb up. He says, "This is very different than cutting Ryan's hair. His was long." I ask, "Who's idea was that haircut?" Robby chuckles again, he's a happy boy lately and I assume that getting his way about everything has a lot to do with that. He goes, "Like the ball crunching, Ryan think's it's his idea, but I put it in his head because I'm used to short hair like you always have and I wanted both my boyfriends to have short hair." He turns on the clippers and runs them down the middle of my head, muttering, "These things cut through Ryan's hair easily, just like yours. Ya know, I used to think our hair, your's and mine, was uber soft, but Ryan's is softer and I like to feel it nice and short when he's sucking me off." Hmphh, Willie said the same thing to me. Guess Robby's getting more like Willie and I'm getting more like Ryan. That thought about me being like Ryan should revolt me, but it doesn't. Robby mentions him so much I'm getting used to it; getting used to being lumped together generically as Robby's twin boyfriends... me and Ryan. Gawd!. Robby finishes the top, muttering, "This doesn't look nearly as short as your last haircut, Dylan. Is this the correct attachment?" I feel the stubble on top of my head, saying, "How short to you want it, Robby? This is wicked short." He goes, "Yeah, it is, but I don't know, it looks different." Then he gets an arm around my neck and pulls my face to his, like he did with Ryan in the parking lot. I move my face against his, forgetting about the stupid haircut and enjoy his always boyish scent. Moving my head I get my nose against his cheek to smell him more. He ask, "Are you smelling me?" I go, "Yes, I love how you smell." Robby lips smile, he's like, "That's funny 'cause Ryan says the same thing. I like how you smell too, Dylan... I love it actually." I smile now too because he didn't say he loves how Ryan smells.
After cuddling a few seconds Robby puts down the clippers and massages my shoulders, then comes around in front and gets my face between both his hand and squeezes my cheeks together, mumbling, "You're so cute! I'm lucky to have you as my boyfriend and I'm never giving you up either." Then he leans in for a kiss, his tongue busy in my mouth and my pants tent up quickly, especially without underwear; just the light, flimsy sweatpants material. I moan and put my arms around his neck, my eyes closed, and concentrate on this intimate minute and the scent and feel of this exceptional teenager. Robby's rubbing my shoulders now, moaning to himself a little. He pulls away gasping, then smirks, asking, "You like?" I nod my head that I do, and mumble, "I've never felt so close to you Robby, it's as if my feelings for you exceed love, I'm feeling more than love for you. You're so hot to me now, I can hardy bear it." He fills his tongue with saliva and slowly, looking me in the eyes, licks up my upper lip and the front of my nose with his awesome pink tongue full of his saliva and I almost cum in my pants, grabbing at my crotch. Robby takes hold of my hand, saying, "I don't let Ryan touch himself when we're together and the same rule applies to you. My twin boyfriends wait for me to bring on their climaxes, and that's true when I do you doggie style too." I gulp, but can't respond because the authority in his voice has a grip on me and I almost squirt cum out again. He sees I'm not going to argue and nods his head, then shows me that he's loading his tongue with saliva again. I'm staring at his mouth, his beautiful mouth, as I sit here waiting for it. What a boyfriend he's become, awesome! Getting my face between his hands again, he does the same lick and his saliva is drooling from my nose to my chin and dripping off onto my lap. I gasp, inhaling his saliva and I can feel some come in through my sinuses to my throat. "Good," he says, "You like me to doing that, just like Ryan." I'm almost dizzy with lust for Robby, but he goes back to the haircut now, running the clippers up the side of my head. Finished with that, he says, "Bend your head forward, Dylan," and helps me do that by pushing my head forward till my saliva dripping chin is touching my chest. Up the back of my head with the clippers he goes, then over the crown. He does it all across the back and then the other side and I'm almost in the kind of trance Willie puts me, docile and willing to go along with whatever Robby wants... and it feels just as good now as when I've had this trance-like sensation in the past. Robby's done running the clippers all over my head, and then he does it a second time, pressing the clipper's attachment comb against my scalp, just like the barber in Key West did.
Robby's finished the second clipper run, and it'd be an okay haircut if he'd stopped now. All the hairs are the same length, about a quarter inch, a real short buzz cut. I manage to say in my foggy condition, "That's good, Robby. I like it like this." He says, "Well I don't, Dylan, I'm doing it right. I'll get the trimmers," and off he goes with me reaching up and feeling my short hair. Using the trimmers is where Robby does the most damage, but he's determined to do it his way. He comes back and plugs in the trimmers, explaining, "I want to do as good a job with your haircut as I did with my other boyfriend's haircut." I'm thinking, 'Whoopee, as good as that butcher job on Ryan's head. Who could ask for anything more'? But what the fuck, he's the boss. He uses his left hand to turn my head this way and that, touching the trimming clippers here and there, as I sit docilely for him allowing him to do what he wants. I guess that left arm of his is functioning again 'cause his hand feels strong turning my head or bending my head forward allowing him access to the parts of my head he wants to get at. Much too much trimmer work going on as Robby goes about his business of messing up a perfectly acceptable buzz cut. Across the front of my hairline he meticulously guides the trimmer, the tip of his pink tongue between his impossibly white teeth. Then around my ears, pushing my head to the side with a few murmured, "Dammits". I sit here liking the feel of his hand and his sexy natural scent. There's a pleasant semi-boner in my pants, the one left from our make-out and it stays firm from me thinking about the upcoming fuck I'm going to get from Robby. I'm nearly crazy with desire for it by now, and the hell with my hair. A few more mumbled, "Oops," from Robby, and he's finally done. "I'm happy with the results, Dylan. I hope you are too; go take a look," and with a rub from Robby on my newly barbered head, I go into the bathroom and pick up a handheld mirror to see the damage and there is some, but it's not as bad as I expected. Not as bad as Ryan's, that's fer sure. I feel pretty good about surviving this haircut as well as I have. I go back to Robby raving about his barbering skills, "You're getting much better, Robby." He's like, "Do you really like it?" I need to reaffirm my approval five times before he's satisfied. Kinda cute seeing him so proud of himself. I give him a grateful kiss, saying, "It's a really good haircut, thank you so much, Robby." He goes, "I gotta keep both my boyfriends happy." He mentions his plural boyfriends way too often for it not to be intentional; he's getting me used to hearing it, and it's working. I don't cringe every time I hear it now. I accept it 'cause that's the way it is. Robby goes, "We'll clean this up later. For now come over near the balcony, that's where I like to do Ryan. It's exactly where I fucked him last night and I'll do the same for you. I love having two boyfriends," and he squeezes the back of my neck again, saying, "This is so awesome, Dylan. It's becoming almost perfect!" I'm not so sure of that, but I merely ask, "What should I do now, Robby?"
"Well, Ryan and me have developed a routine and I want you to follow fairly closely what we've come up with. You'll be Ryan. Here's what I say, 'I'm gonna give your ass a hard fucking now, Ryan... oh, I'll say Dylan when I'm doing you, of course', and you say 'Aren't you gonna spank me first?' and I say, 'Don't I always? Assume the position!'" It is just like it went last night and I wondered then if they always say the same thing, and now I know. And, I get to be Ryan, oh boy! Robby explains I'm to pull my pants down to my thighs, and bend over submissively, with my hands on my knees. I already knew that from watching them last night, but he doesn't know that. "After I slap your ass, you also need to say, 'Thank you, Rob, may I have another?' I'll be giving your soon-to-be-stinging ass another slap each time you ask for it. Ryan and I do it, you know, like he claims they do it on videos." I haven't seen those particular videos, but I let that slide, asking, "Is it okay, if I say 'Robby' instead of 'Rob'?" He goes, "Well, when you and I do this I want you to say 'Rob', I'm used to that from doing it with Ryan so much and it would take something away if you change it." I don't care what he wants me to call him, I need his cock up my ass. I mutter, "Okay, Rob," Robby smiles at me, "Good. Okay here we go," and then he says his lines and I say mine, and I pull my pants down and assuming the position. "Good!" Robby says, and just like he did with Ryan last night, he stands to one side of me and gives my ass a mighty slap on my left buttocks. I go, "Ow!" then, "Thank you, Rob, may I have another one?" Robby says, "You're suppose to muffle the 'ow' part so I don't feel like I'm really hurting you." Then another stinging, and I mean stinging, slap on the same ass cheek. I grunt, then say my line and by the time we're on the tenth slap my ass cheek has never been so sore, but I'm not crying like that baby Ryan did last night. My eyes are watery and I didn't keep up the enthusiasm in my later requests for 'another' like Ryan did, because it feels like my left buttocks is dark red and I'll bet Robby's handprints were white on my red ass after each of the later slaps. Damn! I know I've got a hot stinging smacked ass, stinging like ten bumblebee stings. I'm still bent over, but I take a hand off my knee to rub my sore ass cheek. I have the same feeling I get when Willie disciplines me for something; almost to that little-boy stage and Willie says it's to remind me of who's in charge. With this smacked ass, it sure as shit ain't me who's in charge. But, smacked ass and all, Robby seems even hotter to me now then when he was doing what he wanted with my haircut. He walks in front of me, saying, "You did good, Dylan, but you're not suppose to rub your ass afterwards, okay? Don't do that next time," and he cups my chin, lifting my face, saying, "You can stand up now," so I stand with my very smacked ass burning. Robby smiles at me wiping my left eye with his thumb getting off a random tear. Then he does the lick up the front of my nose with his tongue full of saliva again wrapping me in his arms for a long deep, wet kiss. It feels so wonderful to do this rather than a spanking. A two- minute French kiss follows and gets my dick boned-up pretty good as my sore ass fades from my mind. Robby's boned-up too, which didn't happen last night when Ryan and Robby did this same thing. So I score another point over my adversary, one for not crying and one for giving Robby a boner from our make-out. Scoring points has helped me forget my very stinging ass almost entirely. This is all kind of stupid, but it isn't all that bad. Actually it's hot, thinking back on it. I'm embracing Robby, wanting more kisses, but he says, "On your knees now, Dylan, and pull my pants down under my balls; then suck me off good. Ryan gets under my nuts with his tongue and licks over my asshole. If you can do that too, that'd be good. It took Ryan a while to get his head and neck in the right position, so you might have to learn how to do it. You can ask Ryan for tips on his technique." Yeah, that's just what I'll do right after my first trip to the moon.
Robby's cock is already quite firm as I take it in my mouth, and I've always liked sucking on it anyway. After slobbering all over his four inches, I push the shaft out and concentrate on sucking and licking the head until the shaft is wicked hard.Then, with his hard, wet boner moving around my face I use lots of spit and saturate his balls with big tongue action of long laps. When they're dripping with spit I get both nuts in my mouth at the same time and hum on them and I almost cum right then and there just imagining how submissive it must look with me on my knees doing this. Awesome sensations in my balls and all around my hard cock. I love doing this with Robby. He's rubbing my newly barbered hair, just like he did last night to Ryan's. As Robby rubs my head, he's making grunting sounds and moving his feet a little, and squirming his body. Pushing his nuts out with my tongue, I lick under his balls and strain my neck, like I've done for Willie a number of times, to get my tongue across Robby's anus and then with my lips I suck on it, and Robby loudly, goes, "Ohh, that's good, I almost shot my load though, so stop. Damn, you're much better than Ryan there, Dylan. You don't need any hints from him. Whoa, that's awesome!" He's breathless and his cheeks are red, the same shade as the rosy blotches that are usually only on his cheekbones. Guess I scored another point. I'm swallowing accumulated saliva while noticing the acrid taste of fecal remnants from his ass lips, then I pick a few pubes from Robby's bush from my mouth and he helps pull me up. Standing in front of a beaming Robby now, he holds my face between both his hands and gives me another long sloppy kiss, then he turns me around so I'm facing the balcony's sliding glass doors, and says, "Stay standing while I fuck you. See if you can hit the glass doors when you climax like Ryan always does." Always does? How many times has Robby fucked him in our apartment anyway? I don't ask, just do what I'm told. My breath is coming in little gasps as I anticipate finally getting fucked by Robby again, this new and improved Robby no less. I can see how the spanking and cock-sucking creates a perfect submissive mood for being fucked hard by my dominant sex partner. I have no desire to argue or contradict Robby about anything, I want to do what he says. Apparently Ryan and I do have more in common than I thought. All I know is my cock is pulsating and my asshole is quivering and I'm so ready to get fucked! Robby gives me more instructions as I look out the glass door of the balcony. He says, "Just before I cum, I'll turn you around and you quickly get right down on your knees to take my load in your mouth. Okay?" I nod my head, I'm so anxious to feel Robby's cock inside me I'm dripping desire and can only gasp instead of speaking. Robby goes, "I can tell you're as ready to get fucked by me as Ryan always is. You two are very much alike in that regard, fer sure," and he gives my ass another pretty hard slap. I almost assume the position as I swallow my yelp. He says, "No, stay standing! You're really into this this, ain't ya?" Where'd I hear that before? But he's right, and this time I manage to say, "Oh yeah, Robby," and he says, "You're supposed to remind me to squeeze your balls hard while I'm fucking you, and call me Rob." Oh man, I forgot that, but I nervously say, "Rob, don't forget to squeeze my balls hard when you're fucking me." I swallow hard and say my lines. He goes, "I won't squeeze on your nuts as hard as I do Ryan's, not yet anyway. You'll work up to his level." I say, "Okay, Rob." Robby excitedly says, "I love doing my boyfriends the exact same way like this. You had a great idea there, Dylan!" I'm trying to remember if it was my idea to get fucked like Ryan's last night fuck, but I think it was. Standing tall, my back against Robby's chest, he lines his boner up and splits my anus lips with the head of his cock as I groan embarrassingly, leaning my head back against the side of Robby's face, just like Ryan did last night. Damnit! I don't want to be just like him, but just the same I can't resist reaching back with both hands to squeeze Robby's ass cheeks, then hold on to them. "You're making me feel ten feet tall, Dylan. I love it! And you've got the hottest ass in town too." His arms come around me pulling my back against his chest. Then he forces his cock the rest of the way in and I make a similar sound that Ryan made last night, I'm so hot for Robby, and like Ryan, my back arches and my head's moving on Robby's shoulder. I'm having the same reactions Ryan had, but I can't help it.
Robby rubs my nipples, then twists each nipple between his thumb and forefinger until they're hard, and I moan again as I grind my body against his. His fat fire-hydrant cock up my ass feels better than it ever has. Robby rotates his hips and I groan at the pleasure sensations in my rectum. Robby kisses the side of my forehead and rotates his hips again. My head moves on it's own as I moan with the pleasure of it all. He nips my ear with little bites of his spectacular teeth, then reaches down and squeezes my balls hard and my back arches again as I let out a shrill scream very much like the one Ryan made. Robby squeezes my nuts again with the same reaction from me. He says in my ear, "You're doing good, Dylan. My cock gets harder in your ass with each squeeze I do on your balls. Do ya feel it growing?" I'm lightly massaging his ass cheeks with both my hands, quietly answering, "It feels weird to have pain in my nuts, but such amazing pleasure in my ass at the same time." Robby kisses the side of my head, murmuring, "Ryan feels the same way; we've worked out this routine so it gives pleasure to both of us and now you get to feel the same thing." I go, "Un huh," as Robby continues, "Both my boyfriends like to be dominated, it took me along time to figure that out, but I got it down now. Am I right, Dylan?" I take a deep breath, feeling so good, as I mumble, "You've never seemed this hot before, Robby, so I guess you're right." Another kiss on my head, and as the pain comes down to a manageable levels, Robby starts fucking my ass, slapping his crotch against my ass cheeks hard with each thrust. I begin moaning, saying Robby's name and pleading, "Fuck me hard, Robby... ahhhh, ooohhhh, ahh, yeah, just like that..." Robby fucks me hard with a grunt following each hard thrust. It goes on like this for about three minutes, then he crunches my nuts again and I'm as shrill as Ryan was, while at the same time my cock is now so hard it's sticking straight out from me, just like Ryan's boner last night. Almost all my reactions are the same as his and I don't know if I'm imitating him or reacting spontaneously, and I don't care which it is either 'cause I'm in ecstasy just like Ryan was. I almost feel like I am Ryan; the vision of that fuck plays quickly through my brain and I wish I wore glasses so they'd be all fogged-up like my twin, Ryan. Robby's caressing my head kissing me here and there as his piston cock continues giving me shivers and chills and awesome sensations, my shoulders shudder constantly. Just as I feel my climax coming on me Robby squeezes my nuts again, even harder this time, and I bellow out a scream that gets almost as high as Ryan's did. Robby's making those squeaky noises like he does before he cums and with three quick thrust up my ass he pulls out while turning me around, and I go down on my knees quickly to get his sloppy boner in my mouth. I suck on for all I'm worth, my own boner leaking constantly. My eyes are at the top of their sockets looking at my hero. It takes about five seconds before Robby pulls at the back of my head, forcing my face into his pubes as cum gushes from his cock. Like Ryan, the cum is running out the sides of my mouth and down my chin. Robby pulls me up with a hand under each armpit, turns me around and rams his cock back up my ass to shoot another stream of spunk up there, and now his cock slides easily in and out. Tasting his cum, lapping at it on my chin, as his boner's fucking my ass, my spirits are so high I shiver all over with incredibly sexy feelings. It's like Robby owns me and again I feel a huge orgasm building. He squeezes my nuts and cum fires from my cock splashing against the glass door as I scream in pain and immense pleasure, then another squeeze and another amazing streams of spunk flies out. The pain in my balls heightens the fabulous sensation of climax contrasting the ecstasy of orgasm against the nut crunching sensations; I can't even call it pain in this aroused state of mind I'm in. The roots of my newly barbered hair tingle and as usual my toes curl, this time they curl so tightly there cramping, but I don't care... I'm concentrating on the awesome sensations of my climax all around my groin and ass; the awesome buzzing and indescribable pleasure of climax spreads out to my stomach and thighs as I lay back totally docile in Robby's arms, swooning and mumbling his name... it's like nirvana, although I'm not exactly sure what that is. His cock's still inside me and I moan embarrassingly at the pleasure sensations that overwhelm my senses. I'm making a spectacle of myself, even more than my twin did, so I guess he scores a point there.
As my mind clears, I realize I've made an ass of myself, ya know, from shrilly echoing sounds of pleasure and pain, totally bizarre. By now I don't care that I acted like Ryan, I was in heat all through that whole routine and couldn't help myself, and anyway it shows Robby how much I loved his fuck. He's nestling his face against the side of mine, going, "We'll do it this way whenever we can, for our recreational fucks, I mean. Can you remember your lines? You need to do and say sorta the same things every time. Ryan and I found out that's the way we get better climaxes. Ya know, it's like Ryan and me are doing research for your's and my benefit too." I mutter, "Whatever you say, Robby. That was fantastic, just as good as I thought it would be. " He goes, "How'd ya know what to expect?" I go, "Oh, um, well you told me what we'd do, ya know." He's like, "I guess, but I don't remember detailing it. Nevermind, I'm just glad you thought it was awesome. Um, you really did think it was awesome, didn't you?" I go into all the compliments and reassurances that I needed to do for the haircut he gave me, and when he's satisfied that I truly loved it, he goes, "Okay, now you suck my cock clean and I'll give you an encore." That sounds like Dodger, but why should that surprise me. I get on my knees and suck his cock clean, then go under and suck his asshole again until he tells me to stop. Standing up, he grips around my belly and jams his cock inside me again and fucks me wildly, pushing on the back of my head after awhile to get me to bend over. I grab my knees and Robby grabs my hips and he fucks me fast, getting a second climax out of me. After my squeal of pleasure from his encore fuck Robby roughly turns me around, saying, "On your knees again. Suck another orgasm out of me. I'm on the verge of it, you're so fucking hot, Ryan!" I get his hard messy cock in my mouth sucking for all I'm worth as Robby's going, "Ah, ohh ... oh, Dylan I'm sorry I called you Ryan by mistake." Then he adds, "It just that you and him both have almost the same reaction when I fuck you this way with the sucking, spanking, and ball crunching." I didn't even notice he called me Ryan as Robby goes back to moaning and groaning. With his wet boner laying on my face I strain my neck to get under his legs and suck on his ass lips again. A minute of that gets Robby bucking his hips and two small squirts of cum shoot up from his cock and eventually fall back to land on my head. Robby's little second climax brought out a rather shrill squeal from him too, so I guess Robby gets as hot as his boyfriends do during this submissive/dominant way of fucking. I love it and can't wait for the next time Robby tells me we're going to do it. Hot as the hubs of hell, as the saying goes. I'm still vibrating from my two climaxes. Maybe this was my idea; it was a damn good one!
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com
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