DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 44
by Donny Mumford
Robby grins when I tell him I have tissues in my jockey shorts absorbing his other boyfriend's cum. He goes, "It didn't take you long, Dylan." I'm like, "Hey, it was his idea, not mine. He said he ran it by you and you're okay with it." He shrugs, "Yeah, Ryan's a world class nagger, but I also feel bad I'm neglecting you so; if we can keep our sexual interest in our little group, wouldn't that be a good thing?" He's back to asking approval from me that we're involved in this weird sex triangle , although I don't think he knows he's doing it. I go, "Hmmm, we'll see." Keep a little mystery in it so he doesn't think I automatically go along with everything he wants, plus I can't promise to keep it in the triangle. It's Robby's who's insisting on this odd twin boyfriend crap. I say, "Actually Ryan proposing that shocked me because it's the last thing I expected, but you're right about him, he's a good guy". Then I tell him how embarrassed Ryan was asking me to do the sex. We laugh, then I'm like, "Once I got to know him, and it didn't take long, he's likable. That's an eye-opener for me alright, you can't judge a book by it's cover and all that. I was sure Ryan was a turd, but he's not at all." Robby's nodding his head in agreement, and I'm glad he's happy, and I enjoyed the buddy sex, but I'm a little worried too. Now that I got to know him a little bit, I can see how Ryan could grow on Robby, and like Ryan said... he ain't gonna ever do anything to piss Robby off. I'm not sure I can make the same claim, and that's where my major concern comes in. I don't want to lose Robby, and I don't want to even share him, but I can envision a scenario where Robby drifts more and more towards Ryan's side because Ryan's exclusively dedicated to one person, and that one person is named Rob. All through our first review class, I'm trying to imagine my life without Robby being the centerpiece, and it's not computing, although I may have nothing to say about it. Dammit, I much preferred it when Robby kept his occasional boyfriend on the side to himself. The real problem is that Ryan's different than the other couple of side interests that Robby's had. And, like he said to me, he mostly had them because I had Willie, and the rare other sex-on-the-side, and he wanted to be like me. Now he wants to be like himself, which is better than being like me and I mean for him, but not for me. Hmmm? What to do? Is it wrong to want your cake and eat it too? I suppose most would say it is, but it's a goal to strive for, I would think.
Of course, I'm not paying attention in class which is irresponsible of me, but glancing over at Robby I can see he's being responsible enough for both of us, dutifully taking down notes of all the important stuff. I'll need to review those notes over the weekend, which will suck, needing to waste time on that. Then I remember Ryan saying he's going home for the weekend too. That should be interesting because he lives in Natick which is one town over from where Robby and I live. And I thought I'd have Robby all to myself this weekend. And the weekend isn't getting off to a great start either because I need to do a short shift at Stop & Shop this afternoon and then a regular shift Saturday morning, and Saturday mornings are busy as all get out at the store. Robby will wait to drive for me tomorrow so we can go home together, but what's he going to be doing during my shift? I can see this two boyfriend thing, while curiously interesting, is gonna be a pain in my ass... no pun intended. I say that because I'll always be wondering what Robby's up to when we're not together, which is probably what he always wondered about me when I'm out of sight. Gee, I could have been more considerate of Robby and now it might be too late. Reality sucks. I've got to try for some positive thinking here because I'm getting worked up and upset, and I don't want that to turn into me being pissed-off because that's not the way to win Robby back. Okay, here's a very positive thought: it'll be just Robby and me after my Stop & Shop short shift this afternoon, and he wants a haircut, too. So there are two things right there that brighten my outlook, and I can stretch that to three positive things by counting our lovers' fuck later when we're ready for bed. I'll think about those three things, and worry about tomorrow when it gets here. That's the ticket, live in the moment. Surprisingly there are people who don't do that. They're always thinking about what's already happened, or worrying about the future. Dumb!
I pay attention to the last part of the class and then afterwards, Robby asks, "What time do you get off work this afternoon?" I tell him, "I switched with a kid, and got the two-hour shift so I'm off at four-thirty, but I'm also working tomorrow morning." Robby grins, "We've got some time this afternoon and tonight too, so that's what I'm looking forward to. I'm wicked excited about that because I've really, really missed you," which brings a question to my mind. I ask, "Um, don't take this the wrong way, but why did you put me off all week if you missed me so much? Ryan would've understood if you'd spend one afternoon with me. I mean, you were with him three afternoons and evenings in a row." Robby blushes a little and says, "I know it was unfair of me, and I didn't like doing it. It's just that this is a new arrangement we find ourselves in now and I guess I wanted the reality of that to sink in with you and so I did something like hard love. I'm just feeling my way along though, not really sure if this will work out or if I find I need to drop Ryan; dropping you is so far out of the question for me it doesn't even register. Anyway, right or wrong, I wanted to be sure you knew how serious I am about trying this for awhile so I'm not misleading you, but I was missing you the whole time just the same, and that's the honest to God truth. At the end of the summer, if Ryan and I even last that long, you and I will make decisions about us. It's your plan, Dylan, I just stole your original plan to see what life on the wild side is like, you already know what it's like." He's being sincerely serious, but the thought that he purposely ignored me sexually since Monday certainly hits home. Knowing how much he loves me he didn't have an easy time doing that and in a way I get some satisfaction out of knowing that, but in another way I almost feel sorry for Robby. He's struggling with wanting to eat his cake and have it too, so I ain't the only one. And another thing: he didn't say it, but it's implied that he wanted to show me what it'd be like without him as my boyfriend too, and it wasn't a pleasant place for me to be, and I realize now that I need Robby. He's more important to me than I ever realized before; I see that now, but have I seen it too late? I gulp, then mutter, "It hasn't been very good at all without you, Robby, and that's the honest to God truth, too." He says, "That's how I felt when you were away too." Another lesson learned by me, although it's not really accurate. I go, "But Robby, we're always together, I haven't been away except that one time."
We're in the parking lot now, lighting cigarettes, while walking towards the pickup. He takes a drag, saying, "I don't mean away like Key West, I know that's rare. I mean away like when we're doing different things, like you working at Stop & Shop or me being occupied with the baseball team. Those are the times you'll find a way to hook-up with other cute boys. I know you attract them and I don't blame the other boys, I blame you for having no will power. I've become suspicious of everyone these last few months, even Connor. It wouldn't surprise me if you and he got it on, or Elliot, or his brother even. Hell, my own brother fell for you and you two fucked when you and me were going together as boyfriends. My own brother, and you didn't tell me about it, Dodger did." I go, "Your brother attacked me. I didn't go after him. He's dangerous." Robby laughs, "Yeah, he is. And I haven't even mentioned your other main boyfriend that you were head over heels about for two years." I contradict him, "You've been my main boyfriend! Willie was the one on the side. I don't love him!" Robby goes, "Not now, but you did for the longest time. And I wasn't your number one boyfriend until you dumped Willie about nine months ago." "I never actually loved him, Robby. I was in love with his dominant sex, that's all." Robby blows smoke out, saying, "I'm not being critical, Dylan, or trying to start an argument. You've been talking about dominant sex, like Willie's I guess, and hinting that I should be more like that for a long time now. Anyway, I've only mentioned a few examples of your extracurricular sex, just the tip of the iceberg probably." Jeez, how'd he know about Ray and Elliot? He's just guessing. I go, "You sound mad at me again." He shakes his head, "No, I'm not mad at you. I'm trying to explain myself, explain why I've taken Ryan as a boyfriend. And, I didn't go looking for him either. I've never gone looking for anyone except you." I point at Robby, saying, "I went looking for you. If I hadn't, we probably never would have gotten together." He shrugs, "Oh, yeah you did approach me about writing a column for the school paper. That's true, I forgot, but in my head I was going after you that whole junior year. I was constantly craving for you." He said he's trying to explain himself to me, but I think he's trying to explain himself to himself as well.
We're at the pickup, I go, "This isn't getting us off to a very good start, Robby." He goes, "I'm sorry, Dylan, but I have this guilty fuckin' conscience for ignoring you this week and I'm trying to justify it to myself by speaking my reasons out loud." AH HA! I knew that, but I didn't want to rub it in. Robby, in almost a whine says, "I love you so much, but what am I going to do about Ryan? I feel as though I love him too, in a way that's way different than my feelings for you and I've been wrestling with it in my mind: do I actually love him or have I talked myself into thinking I do because you run around so much?" Man, he's so honest about things. If our roles were reversed, I'd have kept that doubt about loving Ryan to myself. I mean he's got me jumping through hoops for him as it is. Then he goes and admits that he has some doubts about Ryan. I say, "Aw Robby, if you think you're in love, you are. It's that simply. Anyway, you're too nice to dump him now, it'd break his heart. Let's ride this out for awhile, I can take it." He takes a deep breath, looks around to see if anyone's about, then gets my face between his hands and we do a lover's kiss that gets things moving in the right direction. The problem is, I'm so hot for Robby I get him in a dead grip hugging and kissing him like a madman. Robby finally breaks the kiss, takes another deep breath, then says, "God, I love the new you, Dylan. Ever since spring break you've been making me feel awesome. And after I told you about Ryan you've gotten even better." I'm thinking, 'The new me, what's he mean by that?' I say, "Yeah, you've never been hotter to me, Robby, but it's mostly the new you, not new me." "New both of us," he says, and then steps on his cigarette butt, going, "You taste and smell so good to me, Dylan. We gotta get you to Stop & Shop now, but I'm gonna taste you some more later this afternoon." "Don't ya want the haircut too, Robby?" He says, "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, tasting you during one of your intimate haircuts, then we'll be taking the heat up further." Damn, alright! I step on my cigarette, then get in the passenger seat, thinking, 'I like the sound of this', and all negative thoughts take a backseat to the present because of the positive aspects of the near future at the apartment. It's a short ride to Stop & Shop, and I can't help staring at Robby and rubbing his hair or squeezing the back of his neck along the way. He glances over smiling, looking delicious. Getting out the pickup at Stop & Shop, Robby says, "I'll be here at four-thirty, Dylan, and we'll have another reunion, okay?" Good to hear him ask 'Okay?' at the end of his sentences again. It used to bug me, but now I like it. Things change ya know. I say, "I wish we could start it right now, but I need this job next year too, so I'll see you in two hours. Love you, Robby." He goes, "Me too, see ya."
My heart is full and I'm encouraged now that somehow things will work out. I especially liked when Robby said something about if he and Ryan are even still together in September, which is when Robby and I are going to reevaluate our relationship, decide if we make it a steady one with nothing on the side, or whatever. I'd take that right now if I could. This entire unfortunate development has opened my eyes to how important Robby is to me. Rudy calls out, "Donny, you're early today. Good for you, you're on register two. No break for a two hour shift, so you'll stick there until four-thirty. Good to see ya. Nice haircut too, by the way." He's moving fast as usual, I go, "Thanks, Rudy!" He's the best boss I've had during my time at either Stop & Shop I've worked at. My boss for my summer job will be even better than Rudy though. It'll be fun working for Robby. Well, more good news, Shaun Sullivan is bagging at register two. I walk up behind him and ruffle my fingers through his short, soft and fuzzy hair, that's supposed to be a flattop. "How ya doing today Shaun?" He goes, "Good, Dylan. When can you give me that free haircut?" I'm logging-in at the register, replacing a nice looking girl part-timer named Dee. She asks, "You give haircuts, Dylan?" I go, "Oh yeah, since I was about eleven or twelve. To my friends, ya know". She goes, "That seems like a cool thing to do, and they're free?" I go, "Un huh," as the computer recognizes my code and opens the register drawer. She's already logged-out, and now she complains, "I gotta stock shelves after my break. I'd like to wring Rudy's neck for putting us girls in the stock room." I go, "Yeah, it don't seem fair you girls should have to do what us boys have been doing for years." I keep a straight face. She says, "That sounded a wee bit sarcastic, and I'd never expect that from a cutie like you." I go, "Pretend Shaun said it," and Shaun goes, "Actually, I wouldn't have been so nice about it if I said it, Dee. Why the hell shouldn't girls stock shelves?" She rolls her eyes, exclaiming, "Testosterone alert!" Shaun says, "Girls have testosterone too," and as Dee walks away, she gives her last volley, "Yeah, but boys have eight times as much as girls, with the possible exception of you, Sully. You probably have about as much as I do in those little gonads of yours." Shaun blushes, muttering, "I hate that bitch..." Trying not to laugh, I turn on the light above my register and a lady immediately butts in front of a man carry a basket. Her carriage almost runs him down. She says to the man, "Oh, I'm so sorry," but she's ahead of him in line just the same. Have you ever noticed that ladies are quite aggressive in supermarkets? They're real pushy and then after butting ahead of someone, they apologize, as if that makes it alright. I ask, "How are you today?" like we're supposed to, and then ring her overflowing carriage of groceries up as Shaun bags them and puts them in her carriage. I say, "That's one-hundred and fifty-six dollars, and seven cents." She fishes in her handbag and finally finds the seven cents, then decides to use a credit card. It takes longer for her to pay than it took for me to ring her up.
As she's about to leave, Shaun says what baggers are supposed to say, "Have a good one," and without replying she's on her way. Shaun gives me a look like, 'what a pain in the ass she was', and then I ring up the man she butted in front of. It's a half hour before we're without a customer. Other registers are busy too, but there's usually an open one and for the moment it's ours that's open. I ask, Shaun, "What's the deal between you and Dee? She always seemed nice enough to me." He shrugs, "Ah, I don't know, we never hit it off. To tell you the truth, I don't get along with girls all that well," and then another shrug. "Don'tcha got a girlfriend at school?" He goes, "Nope, never had one actually. I'm gay, but I hope you'll still do the free haircut." I go, "Sure I will, do you have a boyfriend then?" He's like, "I broke up with the only boyfriend I've ever had about two months ago. Hey, you're awfully cool about this. I haven't told a lot of people I'm gay, mostly guys like you who don't know any of the kids I know, but the ones I've mentioned it too usually make a big fuss over it, like they never met a gay boy before." I say, Oh, I'm gay too, that's why I didn't make a fuss. I don't think there's anything to make a fuss about. It's not like you or I said to ourselves, just for the hell of it, 'Hey, I think I'll be gay'. We're born that way." He goes, "You're so right, but a lot of people don't see it that way." I go, "In this day and age? Come on, most everyone feels it's no big deal." Then we have customers for another twenty minutes before another lull. I take a couple of steps to my left and talk with Shaun at the end of the belt where he stands when bagging the groceries. It's not terribly busy Friday afternoons and only half the registers are in use... like I said, we all get lull periods. Shaun asks, "If you don't have a boyfriend, maybe you and me could see a movie together or something." I go, "You're too young for me Shaun, but that's the only reason I don't take you up on that offer. Next fall when you're eighteen, let's see what's up then. And yeah, I got a boyfriend but he and I agreed we're not going steady at the moment. We're boyfriends, but not exclusively, if you know what I mean." He asks, "So you can hit on other guys if the right one comes along?" I go, "That's it exactly. I can't predict what our circumstances will be next fall, but you'll turn eighteen and I'll turn twenty, so if the right circumstances happen, then you'd definitely qualify as 'the right guy' for me to hit on 'cause I think you're kinda hot and kinda cute. Whaddaya think of that?" He goes, "Jeez, count me in, but I'm turning eighteen way before next fall, I'll be eighteen..." but customers are bothering us again so he can't finish his sentence. We go back to work and it's steady the rest of our shift so we don't get a chance to talk until we're dropping off our aprons and signing out in the office. Going down the steps with Shaun, done for the day, I go, "Let me ask you something that I'm curious about. Last week when we first talked about haircuts, I ran my fingers through your hair to see what the texture was and you pulled your head away from me like you were annoyed. In my experience a gay boy would lean towards me." He laughs, "It's funny you ask me that because I think you're sexy, and I asked myself the same thing. I was pissed that I didn't take the chance to see if you're interested. Okay, I'm a tad shy." I go, "We're all shy to one degree or another. Do you know if any of the other part-timers are gay?" I'm thinking of Matthew Flowers of course. Shaun says, "You mean other than that butch girl, Ann, in dairy?" I go, "Yeah, everyone knows about her. I mean guys, not girls." He says, "I can't help you there. I thought I was the only gay out of twenty-some part-time boys, that's until you told me you're gay too. Makes me feel better knowing there's another gay on the job." We're outside now. I go, "Yeah, me too, Shaun. There's my ride though, so I gotta go." Robby's smiling at me as Shaun says, "Holy shit! Is that your boyfriend?" I go, "That's my boyfriend alright. Ain't I lucky?" He goes, "Oh my God, you two make a gorgeous couple. I'll bet you two turn some heads." I say, "Ya think so? Humph, thanks for that. See ya Shaun."
Getting in the pickup, Robby says, "He's cute, but what is he, fifteen? Can boys that young work at Stop & Shop?" I go, "He's seventeen, almost eighteen. That's Shaun Sullivan, he's cute and gay, but seventeen. And no, fifteen year olds can't work there, but I think sixteen is okay." As I say that, Shaun gets in a car driven by, I'm assuming, his mother. The woman looks almost too young to be his mother, but youthful appearance is probably a lucky gene passed on to Shaun by her. Don't know who passed on the gay gene, but I'm glad to have Shaun on our team. I ask, "How's the shoulder, Robby?" He pulls the pickup away from the curb, cheerfully stating, "It's good to go, Dylan. We're good to go too, and I'm excited about that prospect." I mutter, "Ooou, I'm glad to hear that." Robby grins, saying, "Ryan's great, but there's only one Dylan." He had to drop Ryan's name in the conversation, of course, but aside from that everything else he said bodes well for me. Maybe I'm worried about losing Robby for no reason. I ask, still needing reassurances, "Um, you still love me as much as ever, Robby?" He looks over at me with another grin, "Yep! My love for you hasn't diminished a bit, in fact it's grown. My feelings for Ryan don't detract from my feelings for you at all. It's just another layer of experience for me. Like you said, it's a good thing to experiment some. You know, for when I'm with you as your lover, say five or ten years from now, I don't need to wonder what might have been. I'll know I've got the best boyfriend out of all I've ever met." I go, "Yeah, but just until the fall, right Robby?" He's like, "Absolutely! You and me will have a serious powwow just before beginning our sophomore year. We'll work up a plan of attack going forward. You and I are a given, but the side issues will be resolved one way or the other." Hmmm, that sounds like Robby may want some wiggle room as far as that deadline goes, but I'm good with that, and especially because he said that thing about him and I being together is 'a given'. That puts my mind at ease. Okay! This is gonna be alright after all.
Robby's in a really good mood, and why shouldn't he be, he's got his twin boyfriends just where he wants them. I didn't know how much I needed Robby until I realized I might lose him. I'll need to focus on Robby more than in the past, but at the same time, him having another boyfriend sorta opens things up for me in the short term. Until the end of the summer anyway. Robby and I can feel comfortable about the experimenting he mentioned, so that means my conscience gets a rest, which it can use. I'm feeling good too, not as much as Robby maybe, but I'm feeling good. And I even like Ryan, although I'd like him more if he weren't in love with my boyfriend. Robby says, "I'm thinking of a burr haircut this time, Dylan. You fixed up the couple of little mistakes I made with Ryan's haircut and it looks real good. Whaddaya you think?" Well, I'm not thrilled about Robby wanting the same haircut Ryan has, but I gotta think differently than I used to, especially where Robby's concerned. No pouting or bitchin' about small matters. I've been taught not to do that by Willie, so I'll apply that same approach to Robby. I answer him with, "You look good with any hair style Robby, but you mentioned a while back you wanted a buzz cut for the summer." I reach over and run my fingers through his two-tone blond hair. It's about two inches long now, combed with a part. Very preppy. He simply says, "I've changed my mind," and I go, "Then a burr haircut it'll be." I can't stop myself from adding, "Just like Ryan's." Robby glances over, asking, "What, you mind if he and I have the same haircut?" I'm quick to say, "Honestly? Well, I would have before, but not now, Robby. Really." He smiles, "Thanks for not giving me a hard time about it, Dylan. You and me used to always have the same haircut when we worked together on the lawn cutting crew. The college guys called us the Bobbsey twins, remember?" I go, "Oh yeah, they were cool though." Robby says, "So were we." "You got that right, Robby, and we still are.. heh heh." Okay, tomorrow he'll probably focus on Ryan, show Ryan he's important too, but today's my day. I'm good with that. Not really, but I can take it if I need to. As we approach the entrance to our apartment building's main entrance, a UPS truck pulls our of a spot next to the door. Robby mutters, "Oh good, a decent parking spot for once." Is he kidding?! He always gets a good parking spot. Oh brother!
Inside the apartment, I ask, "Ya wanna grab a smoke before we start, Robby?" He nods that he does, then gets a hand behind my head to pull me to him, mumbling, "Yeah, but first this," and our lips meet and once again I overdo the hugging and groping 'cause I'm starving for Robby's affection. My arms wrap around his neck and I plaster my crotch against his. I've been so hungry for him our teeth scrape together in my anxiousness to have my tongue fill his mouth. My nose rubs back and forth on Robby's, saliva drooling from both our mouths, moaning sounds from our throats. When making out with Robby I'm mentally and physically more alert than normal. More alert to every sensation and emotion my brain's receiving. Robby's so incredibly hot to me now, I try devouring him. This is turning into a desperation make-out and we're both intensely into each other. Boners come up for air as we breathe into each others mouths, then our lips and tongues spread spit over each other's faces before meeting to connect lips to lips once again, and the sucking, kissing, and squirming together continues with a lot of bodily contact. Robby gets his awesome tongue in my mouth this time as my fingers massage his skull and play with his beautiful hair. My cock is leaking already, my boner aching as Robby's scent fills my head. Ohhh, I'll never love, or want another boy in all my life like I want and love Robby right now. He rubs a hand over my head while our tongues dance, then his hands come down to my waist and he undoes the button on my jeans, so I drop my hands to pull his sweatpants and underwear under his balls. Feeling the wetness of Robby's precum, I moan with desire and my boner trembles as the lips of my ass quiver. My face is red and hot, my breathing shallow as my boner stretches and expands until I'm afraid the skin will split. Both our faces are wet with spit, and our cocks are dropping pearls of precum; we're both gasping for oxygen. Wordlessly Robby pulls his head away, his eyes are so blue it's shocking. I mumble, "Robby" as he gasps, and then turns me around roughly and pushes his cock up my ass. The exquisite, sensuous first slide inside my rectum is a tremendous relief and a world of pleasure at the same time. The initial stretching of my anus, then the feel of his boner's head and shaft, fat and hot going up and up. I press my body back against his chest, my ass pressing against his balls as a long moan of sexual relief drones out of me. A humiliating desperate sound of lust and desire; an intense craving for one boy in the world, the one with his cock up my ass. My boner throbs as a big precum drop falls to splat on the floor. His cock is fat, hard, and hot up my ass. Robby's grunting with anxious anticipation as he gets his arms around me just above my groin and squishes my pelvic area back against his groin leaving his engorged penis inside me for ten seconds or so, then with a sigh of pleasure he fucks me hard and fast. The luscious, rhythmic humping of his cock in and out goes on and on. My eyes tear-up as I suck on my lips and do another embarrassing, long moan feebly uttering Robby's name. His cock pounds inside me squishing my buttocks with each penetration sending me into a world of erotic sensations; exactly the world I want to be in. We're both making too much noise in our throats to be cool about this. This is a desperate sexual-needs fuck that has me licking my lips wildly while rubbing my nipples and I'm in a sea of ecstasy. It would me embarrassing for me to watch myself if we were being videoed. I'm writhing against Robby with an overwhelming sense of relief and pleasure, my shoulders shuddering and my cock's sticking straight out from my body hard and pulsating; I don't care about anything except the need for Robby's fuck. He pulls his boner out of my ass and smacks my ass a few times hard, then rams his cock all the way inside me again, and again holds me tightly against him as he swivels his hips extracting every ounce of pleasure he can for his incredibly hard, hot throbbing cock. Robby's breathing loudly, exhaling against the back of my head, then he does little bites and licks on my shoulder sending chills and shivers down my spine as I whimper in the intense pleasure my body is absorbing. He catches his breath and fucks me again with hard drives of his boner, grunting and moaning himself now. As my climax builds in strength, sweat appears between Robby and me, and on my forehead dripping down to my nose. Erotic sensations cover me from head to foot and three minutes later, when the first spurt of cum roars up from my nuts and two thousand nerves at the base of my scrotum come alive and my balls recess into my body, the pleasure-tour gets even more intense. It builds and builds, tantalizing the shaft of my boner and sending the head of my cock into a frenzy, the pee slit opens and closes, then out comes a quick moving spurt of thick creamy teen cum followed by a long stream that has me squealing, my head back on Robby's shoulder moving it from left to right, bumping the side of Robby's chin with each roll to the left. The awesomeness of the ejaculation triggers two thousand nerves at the base of my cock and four thousand at the head, as pleasure rolls over me. The next shorter spurt of cum is accompanied by the same embarrassing squeal I made with the first one and I call out Robby's name, drawing it out, "Oooh, Robbieeeee". He makes desperate sounds of his own, humping his cock hard up my ass, groaning, then begins making the squeaking noises he makes before he has his orgasm. One last hard thrust up my ass, then pressing against me for all he's worth he unloads his sperm up my ass and I feel a warmth and wetness momentarily, then once again as more cum is pumped up from his nuts into my rectum, then yet again before he starts fucking me wildly in his own sperm. It drools out from my rectum as I'm stroking my boner moaning with the wonderful aftereffects of climaxing. This time at climax, I couldn't pinpoint a single sensation; I couldn't recognize if my toes curled or my hair tingled or the shots of electricity on the inside of my thighs that cause those sensations that are close to pain... nothing specific, because it all happened at once with the first thick spurt and all the pleasure sense in my body kept rolling over me right through all three ejaculation streams that followed. I'm weak as a kitten now with an enormous feeling of sexual relief thanks to my lover, my true love, Robby.
Robby leaves his cock up my ass as we snuggle together, his arms around me, my arms behind me with a hand on each of his firm, pale pink, hairless butt cheeks. My heads lolling on his shoulder as he gives me little kisses. Then I strain my neck to the side and our lips meet for a sweet lover's kiss. I can still feel my heart fluttering and Robby's beating against my back. We're both out of breath, still no words, just affection and the sharing of our bodies... me wishing we were naked. The last words uttered from either of us the last ten minutes were from Robby when he said, 'Yeah, but first this,' and the times I called out his name. After a while our heartbeats and breathing return to normal, but my ass and his groin are sweaty and there's cum running down the back of my ass and thighs; I'm very happy and contented at the moment, happy about both those situations. Finally Robby says, "I love you, Dylan. Have I mentioned that to you?" I quietly say, "Yes you have, but not as often as I wish you would." He's reaches down to stroke my cock, asking, "How long should I keep my penis in your rectum?" I say, "Until it gets hard again," and he chuckles, saying, "You know I had nooo idea I was going to do this. My urgent desire for you took over my brain, it was a totally extemporaneous sexual experience." I go, "Good, then it don't count. You still need to fuck me a recreational fuck, and then a lover's fuck when we go to bed." He says, "Oh yeah, I haven't any intentions of counting this. What shall we call this fuck, anyway?" I go, "Well, it definitely needs a name so you don't forget it. I think you already named it though; it'll be our 'spontaneous' fuck. It'll be for those special times when we do it without expecting it." He mutters, "You're so delicious I think I need to add this 'spontaneous fuck' as a regular activity of ours. What do you think?" I go, "Wooo! That's a staggeringly stunning idea!"
He chuckles and says, "So are you, Dylan," as he pulls his cock from my body. I go, "Ohhh, that felt so good, Robby," and he says, "Good? It felt fantastic, the second best fuck I've had all week. Should be take a shower now, you're all cummy." "Yeah, I wish we could do it together though, the shower I mean." Robby says, "Wish we could too, but in our little shower it wouldn't be too cool. I'll go first, but before that how 'bout that cigarette you mentioned." I mumble, "Good idea," as I pull up my underwear and jeans, then press my hand on my ass so some of the cum gets absorbed and stops drooling down my legs. Willie got me used to wearing cum-soaked clothes so it's no problem for me now. I'm feeling fine, really fine. Completely happy with my world once again; that was an absolutely perfect sexual encounter, with just the absolutely right sex partner too.
Out on the balcony, Robby and I are high on each other. We talk about our spontaneous fuck and then I remember something he said earlier, "Hey, you said this was the second best fuck you've had all week. What was the best?" He says, "No, I said that wrong. This one we just had was the best of the week, but that stand-up fuck I laid on your ass Monday was so different and so hot it's my second best fuck of the week. You know, it was my first attempt at being a real dominant sex partner with you. Dude, my climax came on me so hard, I nearly fainted. You were so perfectly submissive during the sex, it really turned me on. You know, because you acted as submissive as Ryan does. It's routine with him, but you're the major leagues for me, so I thought it was very special. Different than what you and me are used to, and you were such a willing participant, it just rocked my world to see you so into it so eagerly." I go, "We'll do it again than, I can take it." Robby shrugs, "I've been thinking about that and I don't know if I feel right doing that with you because of the spanking and ball-crunching, ya know? You insisted on me doing you like I do Ryan and I thought I owed it to you to show you what he and I came up with, but I figured it was one and done from your point of view." I make a face at Robby like, 'Ya kidding me? One and done?' He does it with Ryan all the time so why not me? I say, "If you do it with Ryan, why not me?" Blowing a stream of smoke from his mouth, he's like, "You really want it? I mean, didn't it hurt?" I go, "Well that would be a big fat yes, but I don't want Ryan getting ahead of me." Robby waves at me, "It's not a competition, Dylan. I don't mind if you don't like having sex like that, I really don't. It was just the novelty of it, a first time thing that got me stoked-up. Seeing you reacting submissive like that, that's all." Making another face, this time like, 'it was no big deal'. Then I casually mumble, "I just don't wanna take any chances on losing ground," making it seem like I'm joking, but I'm dead serious. Robby might think it doesn't matter now, but he might think differently in the future, like 'Hey, Dylan thinks he's too good to be fucked like Ryan,' or something like that. Robby's having none of it though, "Ryan will never be ahead of you in my mind, or in my heart, Dylan. Are you kidding with that? That's literally an impossibility... this is a temporary fling for me." I flick my cigarette butt off my crotch, saying, "That's nice to hear, Robby, and you're the boss, but once in a while why not do me like you do Ryan?" Robby watches me pick my cigarette butt off the floor and flick it backwards so that now it bounces off the sliding glass doors. I'm cursing and kicking at it. He's laughing at me, so I say, "I'm fucking doing this on purpose ya know? To get you to laugh." He hugs me, "Sure you are. And okay, you win, after my haircut I'll do the dominant, stand-up fuck on you, but without the dialogue 'cause I feel silly after doing that with you. I do it for Ryan because he says it's more fun for him that way. Everybody's different." My hand goes to my crotch as I recall the ball-crunching, but I'm still gonna do it. I'm a little curious if it'll have the same erotic effect on me it had the first time. Jeez, my spunk just poured out of me Monday... I was so hot for Robby. During that fuck, when I was about ready to climax Robby gave a last squeeze on my nuts, and they were way up the top of my scrotum when he did it, and I shot off like never before. But, Robby's right of course, all that spanking and ball crunching is a little sick; different things turn on different guys. What's hot for one may seem disgusting to others. Basically, it's just so great to have Robby to myself today, especially because he seems to feel the same way.
We we go inside and I get the barber clippers out. Robby goes, "Dylan, lets get the studying out of the way first. It's hanging over my head like a dark cloud and I don't want to be thinking about it all weekend. We have our first final exam on Monday and it's got me jumpy." Studying is the last thing I want to do, but Ryan never argues with Robby so I'll try that approach. "Sounds like a good idea, Robby." He fakes like he's startled, "No argument? I can hardly believe you're agreeable. I thought I'd need to talk you into studying." I go, "No, not at all. It'd ruin our weekend thinking all that studying is still there to be done, we should get started on it like you said. And, by the way, whaddaya wanna do this weekend?" He says, "I'm not sure, but I promised Ryan we'd get together. And I hope you'll join us hanging-out at the mall or something?" Swallowing my attitude that Ryan's in the picture this weekend, I say, "Sure, thanks for inviting me." Robby's shaking his head, "I'm sorry, Dylan. I said that the wrong way. Of course you and me are going to spend most of our time together, but Saturday afternoon I said I'd see Ryan, and not for sexy reasons either. The three of us will do something." Hearing that, I'm slightly feeling better about things. To be goofy, I suggest, "Let's study naked," which Robby laughs at, but then says, "I'll compromise," and he pulls his sweatshirt over his head exposing his awesome torso. I do the same and Robby goes, "What a body, Dylan, let me feel it," and we hug and kiss for a minute. Damn! It feels so good, skin against skin. We sit together at the desk reviewing all Robby's notes, our bare arms touching and occasionally either Robby or me will put their arm across the other's bare shoulders and we'll kiss a bit. It sure feels like a lot of love coming from Robby, which shouldn't surprise me considering our history together; I know I've got a lot of love for him now, too. We begin studying about five o'clock and we're soon really getting into it asking each other questions from the sample final exam in the book, and then picking out other facts one of us thinks might be on the test. A little before seven Robby goes, "You gonna keep me at this all night, Dylan?" I go, "I'm a serious student as you know, Robby. Let's go until ten or eleven tonight." He goes, "Riiiight! I'm done, dude. We got this exam partially nailed down. It's a start anyway, but I'm looking at an 'A' for this course." I'm thinking, 'It'd be my first 'A' if it happens. I've never studied two hours for one test before in my life'. Maybe it will happen now that I've followed Robby's study habits. If it does it's gonna make Chubby jealous, heehee. "Lets do the haircut, Dylan, we can grab something to eat later." I'm like, "That's cool, but lets do the stand-up fuck before dinner, okay?" Robby laughs, saying, "You're pushing for it, so goddammit, you're gonna get it. I wanna take care of my boyfriend, especially my special number one boyfriend for life," and he hugs me and we kiss again. This is awesome, all the lovin' stuff we've been doing this afternoon is so wonderful it almost makes up for Robby ignoring me all week. Robby's being sincere about it too, I know him too well for him to be faking it. I really do believe he loves me like always, like when he sang that song to me on our reunion night. That was so sweet! If he ever sings me another song I'll sure appreciate it more now that I know about Ryan.
It's sexy cutting my boyfriend's hair; and extra special because we both have our shirts off. Better for the intimate parts of my haircutting technique. Cutting Robby's hair is sexier than cutting my other friends hair, although that's sexy too. I like the way the boys sit docilely for me as I'm cutting their hair. It's like they have faith in me, they trust me and it's a good feeling. I always try really hard not to disappoint them, even someone I don't know that well like Ray, or like Shaun who's coming for a haircut Tuesday. I say, "Robby, remember the boy at Stop & Shop, who you thought was fifteen? The kid you saw when you picked me up today." He says, "Yeah, cute kid in a funny sorta way." I go, "Yeah, he's kinda got a flat face, but you're right, he is cute. Well, he's coming over for a haircut Monday or Tuesday, I forget exactly." Robby's like, "Really? Do I need to be here as a lifeguard for that innocent boy?" He's joking, of course. I go, "Funny you should mention that because he did tell me he's gay, but I have no plans for any hanky-panky with the lad." Robby's sitting on the stool, I have clippers in my hand, explaining, "Since you want a burr haircut, the sides will be shorter than usual. It'll be a quarter-inch on the sides and back, tapered longer near the top to the half-inch hairs on top. I can do a little longer version, which is what I recommend, but that's the length of Ryan's because you'd already cut his hair on top to a half-inch." Robby says, "Do it just like Ryan's, okay?" Damn, that fucking jealousy thing overtakes me again for a second, and I want to ask why he wants the same haircut as Ryan's, but I take a deep breath and tell myself it's not that important, and it's not; especially after the spontaneous fuck Robby and I had earlier. I mutter, "Okay, no problem," and run the clippers up the back of his hair cutting off lots and lots of blond hair which falls from the clippers over my hand onto the tile floor; silky hairs. After one run up the sides I hold the clippers away and put my arm around Robby's neck to snuggle my face next to his, murmuring, "I love you so much, Robby. So much I can't express it properly, but please know that I do." He reaches up with his hands to hold onto my arm that's around his neck, saying quietly,"I feel the same way about you, but I can only hope you'll someday be in love with me as much as I am with you. I think you're closer to that now than ever before, and it's wonderful. Nothing makes me happier than your love." I give his cheek a long wet kiss, then he gets his head turned around to the side and we do a long French kiss that raises a boner in my pants. My nose presses against his cheek inhaling Robby's scent and I feel so much love for him. It's magical and a little mysterious too. I'm so infatuated with Robby it's almost scary. I'll never mistake my feelings for Willie as love again because I know what love is now, and it's the way I feel about Robby. Robby and me whisper to each other various reasons we love each other until it's almost sickeningly sweet, but I love saying and hearing these terms of endearment. I know personally that every word I say is from my heart and I hope Robby can say the same because it gives me faith that I'm not gonna lose him to Ryan, or anyone else.
When I resume the haircut I'm almost dizzy with happiness, while at the same time I'm pissed at myself for being so cavalier about Robby's love in the past. I'm pissed at myself that he felt he needed a backup boyfriend to be safe. He might not have thought of it exactly like that, maybe it was subconscious, but I know I didn't return to Robby nearly enough of his words of deep love to me in the past. I took them for granted, but no more. I gulp, then ask, "Ya want something to drink, Robby?" He says he does so we share a Snapple as Robby sits on the stool with just that one line of quarter-inch hair running up the back of his head. It looks wicked short compared to the other hairs on his head. Finished with my drink, I start in again with the haircut. By the time I've cut all around the sides and back I have another boner in my pants. This one is only a semi-boner presently, but it's been gaining stiffness for the past couple of minutes. Am I getting that damn haircut fetish that Dodger has? I've always liked cutting boy's hair, but this is my first stiffy while doing the actual cutting. Maybe it's just because it's Robby's hair and I've realized my deep love for him lately, like I've never felt to this extent before. Also, this is a shorter haircut than I've ever given Robby. The combination of those two things may have brought on my boner. I'm not complaining about it because it always feels good getting a boner, but it surprises me. Robby feels the hair at the back of his head, going, "Wow, that's really short, Dylan." I say, "Same length as Ryan's," and Robby mutters, "I should have listened to you, this is shorter than I've ever had my hair cut." I ask, "Do you want me to go longer on top than Ryan's?" He shrugs, going, "Fuck, I guess not. I'll go all the way," and he gives me the sweetest grin with a shrug of his bare, athletic shoulders and I have to hug him again with my cheek against his. I murmur, "Sorry to be so touchy-feely Robby, but I can't help myself anymore. You're so hot to me it's nuts." His hand reaches back to rub my head, as he says, "Oh Dylan, there's never enough touching from you. Touch and feel me all you want and I'd still want more." It's almost an out-of-control emotional situation with me now. Robby's like an obsession with me, but I need to control myself somehow or I'll look like a fool. After another long kiss on Robby's cheek, I reluctantly go back to the haircut, yearning for that stand-up fuck that Robby said he'd do afterwards. Getting myself together, I tell Robby, "A burr haircut is a lot like a buzz cut except a buzz cut leaves the hair the same length on the top, sides, and back. A burr is shorter on the sides and back; that's why it feels so short to you." Then I put a half-inch guide on the clippers and start at Robby's hairline above his forehead and run the clippers across his head. Jesus! A ton of Robby's hair falls to the floor. So much it's almost scary, but my boner says otherwise. Just like the first line of quarter-inch hair at the back looked wicked short compared to the longer hairs next to them, the line of half-inch hair looks really short compared to the two-inch long hairs remaining on the top. Not for long though, as I run the clippers over the top of his head repeatedly until all the hairs are the same length. Then a second run to be sure I haven't overlooked a random longer hair. Now Robby's hair is indeed as short as his boyfriend, Ryan's. Which is just what Robby wanted. Even though my boner is raging and feeling so good, I still find a petty thought slipping into my mind. I'm thinking, 'Well Robby, you wanted a haircut like your other boyfriend, and now you got it. Wait'll you get a look at yourself!' Then I blank that jealous thought out, and say, "It looks cool on you, Robby. Any haircut would, but the way I needed to get used to my extreme haircut in Key West, you'll probably need to get used to this one. Especially going from the longest I ever remember your hair being, to the shortest." He goes, "Nah, haircut lengths aren't all that important as long as it's cut well, and I know you did an excellent job." I go, "Well, ya got that right," and kiss him again, mumbling, "Thanks for saying that."
I still need to use clippers over the comb to taper the sides at the top, from a half-inch and work my way down to a quarter-inch, which is the length for most of the sides and back. His haircut will even look shorter when I'm done with this. Lastly, I use the trimmers around the ears and taper the hairs at the neck. Robby's right actually, this haircut is very well-cut, but it is quite a short one all the same. Still, it's not as short as the haircut I have, or the one Willie and I got a couple of summers ago near that Army base when we stayed in Sea Isle City. Squeezing the back of Robby's neck, then kissing his cheek for the tenth time, I say, "All done, Robby," and run my hand over his burr haircut thinking, 'It feels good.' Robby mutters, "Thanks," and then runs his hand all over his head too, "Sure feels like Ryan's haircut. I'm afraid to look though." I chuckle, saying, "It's just what you asked for," and pass him the handheld mirror. Robby looks at his new haircut, saying, "You sure did a good job, Dylan, but I think I'll take your advice next time." I go, "Hey, you cut my hair shorter on Monday than this." He's like, "Oh, I'm not complaining. It's just like you said, I'm used to longer hair these past two months, and why'd you let me go so long between haircuts anyway? You usually remind me." He's regretting his choice of haircut probably, and trying to blame me somehow, but I've no intention of arguing with him like I used to do all the time. Certainly they weren't serious arguments then; they were differences of opinion. I say, "Yeah, sorry about that, Robby. I'll stay on top of it from now on." Robby smiles at me, "I like the new Dylan a lot, but I know you wanted to argue, you were thinking that it's not your place to be my mom, telling me when I need to get a haircut. Didn't you want to say that?" I go, "No, not at all," but I blurt out a laugh, adding, "Actually yes, but I'm trying to stay on your good side so Ryan doesn't steal you from me." Robby's still looking at his hair in the mirror, and running his hand over the top. He mutters, "Well, there's no chance of that, Dylan. Feel free to argue with me all you want 'cause no one's gonna steal me from you, ever." Robby gets off the stool, saying, "I like the haircut, thanks for doing such a good job. Hey, maybe next time you can cut it like you did Dodger's and then you and I can have the same haircut again. How 'bout that?" I go, "I'm holding you to that, Robby! Don't try backing out." He goes, "No way I'm backing out, Dylan, it's a promise." That reminds me, "I'm gonna cut Dodger's boyfriend, Vinnie's, hair like that this weekend, so you'll see another example of my talented haircutting." Robby's like, "I already saw Dodger's and your's, it is distinctive looking." Robby's brushing his shoulders with his hand and I join in, loving the feel of him. He goes, "As soon as we clean up the hair and stuff I'm gonna give you that infamous Ryan stand-up fuck." Ooou, I like the sound of that, but I wish he hadn't added Ryan's name to it. I say, "Oh man, my second time today." Robby gets the dustpan and brush from the utility closet, saying, "And, to make up for my selfishness in ignoring you all week, ignoring the boyfriend I love more than life itself, we're gonna do a lover's fuck late tonight too." I say, "A trifecta! It's almost worth the agony of not having sex with you all week, but not really." Robby hugs me, "I'm sorry for that, Dylan, but we're good now, right?" I say, "Good as gold, Robby," and we kiss a nice kiss of love and all's forgiven as far as I'm concerned, for now anyway. Robby was proving a point to me I guess, and it worked pretty well. Most importantly I no longer doubt he loves me like he always has. I just didn't know his love was as important to me as it is, and now I do. Can't take that kinda love for granted anymore. Robby empties the pile of hair, that was once part of him, into the trash and I clean the barber clippers. Then Robby says, "Get those pants down to your knees and get ready for your spanking". Hmmm, I'm wondering if I should have insisted on this, but I don't want little Ryan to seem tougher than me, so....
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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