DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 45
by Donny Mumford
This has been a great Friday so far, and we've still got the weekend to look forward to. Robby's burr haircut is done and we've cleaned up afterwards, so Robby says, "Okay, Dylan, you nagged me for it so here comes the infamous stand-up fuck. Get your pants down past your ass and bend over with your hands on your knees. It starts with the spanking part, that tenderizes your ass for things to follow. You won't feel your stinging smacked ass for long though, because right after the spanking I'll squeeze your nuts and that's all you'll be thinking about. Until, that is, I force my dick up your ass and then that's all you'll be thinking about. It's how this fuck rolls. Now, once and for all, do you really want to go through all this? I could do without it to be honest with you." I've got my jeans and underwear down on my thighs, and I'm bending over like Robby said. Looking back at him, I go, "Yeah, if you don't mind because I want to see if my climax is a awesome this time as the last time you did it. The spanking, you know I don't mind 'cause there's something submissively sexy about it, and the ball-crunches might be part of the reason I got off so good, so I just wanna see. Okay?" He says, "Okay, but I'm not thrilled about it." I kinda like he's hesitant doing this because I know he doesn't want to hurt me. Also he doesn't seem to mind hurting Ryan, so ya know... haha. To each their own, but that might mean something right there that he doesn't mind hurting Ryan. Maybe it's because Robby's subconsciously poised that Ryan is in Robby's and my world. That might be a stretch though. Anyway it's cool being submissive to Robby, and kind of fun to go along with the silliness Ryan and Robby have come up with. My dick's limp, but I've got a buzzing in my nuts already. I say, "I'm in the proper position, Robby." He goes, "I thought we weren't going to say the lines; I only do that because Ryan likes to say them; he feels more submissive that way. Do you?" I go, "No, not really. I didn't even know that what I said was part of the script." He's squeezing my ass cheeks, muttering, "You said, 'proper position' or 'assume the position' they're part of the terminology Ryan picked-up on a BDSM site, but we won't bother with it." His hands feel good on my ass. I ask, "Ryan's into BDSM stuff? He don't seem like the type." We'd never put our shirts back on from when we studied shirtless or did the haircut, so that's cool because now Robby's got the palms of his hands on my back rubbing up. He's pressing his hands against my back on either side of my spine, pressing firmly and sliding his hands up slowly. Then he does the same thing down my sides, really pressing his palms against me. He murmurs, "God, you've got the hottest body. I love feeling it," as his hands come around underneath to rub across my belly, just above my cock. I go, "The palms of your hands feel sexy on me, Robby." He says, "Heh heh, it's sexy that you're staying in position for me to do this, too. There's definitely something to this dominance thing; it kinda turns me on more. Like I said before, you acting almost as submissive as Ryan cranks me up something awful, in a good way. I never even fantasized being as dominant with you as I am with Ryan. I'm glad now that you insisted on us doing this sexy act again." I'm sort of losing some of the submissive feeling because Robby said 'I insisted on this', as if I'm the dominant sex partner. Very few things are perfect in life though, so I say, "It's hot for me too, Robby, but you already knew that from Monday when we did this the first time." He's leaning over me rubbing the palms of his hands up my thighs now, all the way up to where my legs connect to my torso, and then he moves his hands over to my stiffening cock. He strokes it as I take in a lot of air through my nose, then let it out slowly. He mumbles, "You're never sure, during this type of fuck, when I'm going to squeeze your nuts, are you?" I bite my bottom lip and tighten my stomach muscles expecting he'll do just that. He's got both my balls in his strong right hand, asking, "Does it add to you're arousal never knowing when it's coming?" His voice is soft, whispery and it causes a chill to run down my spine, but not in an unpleasant way. I mumble, "I don't know, Robby. It's new for me to do this with you, so I'm only aware that it was an awesomely sexy time on Monday." He massages my balls just this side of being painful while giving my back a sloppy kiss, then a lick down my back as he lets go of my scrotum. His tongue goes right down my ass crack and he licks across my anus causing many goose bumps on my buttocks, and that causes my shoulders to shudder.
Pulling his tongue away, he stands up and pats my ass, while quietly muttering, "What a primo body, Dylan, and no one has an ass as hot as yours. It's almost like a perfect girl's ass, if there is such a thing, but yet your's is unmistakably a boy's ass, somehow. I've always loved it". He's standing beside me now rubbing my shoulders and squeezing my neck. Then he rubs my hair, muttering, "I really like having access to any part of your body I feel like squeezing, rubbing, licking, or kissing. Anything I want to do actually, you being so docile and submissive to me. You are being submissive to me, aren't you?" His hand is under my chin lifting my head as he asks that question. Keeping my hands on my knees, in sort of dreamy trance, it seems as though his question came from far away. I don't know when I entered my trance-like state of mind, but that's where I find myself. Looking into my eyes, he asks again, "Aren't you being submissive to me, Dylan?" I manage to squeak out, "Yes, Robby." He bends over and kisses my lips, mumbling, "I love you whether you're submissive to me or not, just so you know that; it's all the same to me, as long as it's you," and another sweet kiss on my lips. I lick my lips as Robby straightens up and reaches over to smack my ass a stinging slap. I do a barely audible, "Ow." My cock is hard now, but not nearly as hard as it can get, and it stays like that as Robby steps behind me and smacks my left buttocks a half dozen times leaving it hot and stinging. It's probably rosy red, showing white handprints between each smack. He massages my smacked ass a bit, then gives me six more hard slaps, saying with a tiny giggle, "You've moved up to a baker's dozen, Dylan. Thirteen smacks on your cute ass. It's red and it's gotta be really stinging now, isn't it?" I cough for real, and try for jovial, going, "Oh yeah! You got that right," and while I'm saying that Robby leans over and gives my nuts a quick hard squeeze and I let out a shrill scream. He waits a few seconds, then asks, "How's your smacked ass feel now?" I go, "Goddammit! I don't know how it feels, my balls are on my mind at the moment." He says, "You're supposed to stand-up now, Dylan, and let me hug you and kiss away the pain in your nuts." I do that and we wrap each other up in our arms, hugging tightly. It's weird, I know, but him being this sweet now, right after crunching my nuts, seems to increase my affection for him; maybe it's that I'm so grateful for this, rather than that. Contrasts, ya know. Robby kisses me, mumbling, "I'm sorry for hurting you, Dylan. It's part of this stupid fuck. Sure it's a little fun for me, but my deep love for you kinda detracts from the fun because it hurts you. That'll tell you the difference between my love for you and whatever type of love I have for Ryan. With him I enjoy it much more; the spanking and ball-crunching I mean. Maybe that's because he seems to like it more." The essence of what Robby just said is good to hear, although I wish he'd stop mentioning Ryan so much. We make-out in earnest for a while and the pain's forgotten. While we kiss and suck each other's lips and tongue, in my mind I'm seeing my voyeur spying of Robby and Ryan doing this and I remember Ryan had a tight boner after his spanking and nut-crunch. My cock lost its hardness with the ball crunch. Ryan screamed-out like me when his balls were crunched, but he had a look of ecstasy on his face too. Moving on from that picture in my head, and in between kisses, I ask, "Did you mean it that you don't like doing the spanking and ball-crunching to me?" Robby chuckles, saying, "Well I wouldn't say I don't like it a little while doing it, but I feel really bad afterwards." Yeah, I heard the little giggle from him, but I believe him that he feels bad about it afterwards.
After kissing and hugging away the spanking and nut-crunch, Robby says, "The next thing we do is you suck me a hard boner, Dylan, and that shouldn't take long 'cause I already got a stiffy between my legs. That, and what comes after, are my favorite parts with you, by far". The nut-crunch took care of most of my boner, as I said, but dropping to my knees and licking around Robby's balls, smelling a strong Robby scent from his crotch, gets my cock's attention again. It hardened into a stiffy when we made-out. When I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, and suck on it with my lips while licking it with my tongue, my cock begins firming up again the same way his is. I truly love sucking Robby's cock. It's short, but there's a great head on the stubby thing, just like Dodger's. Robby rubs my head grunting softly. Continuing my sucking and lapping at the head soon tightens-up the shaft totally so I suck the whole thing in my mouth and, with my nose pressed into Robby's pubic hairs, I swallow the head of his cock and work on it with my throat muscles while licking the fat shaft. Robby gives a low moan, then murmurs, "Oh that feels good..." pulling my head back a little so his cock's on my tongue again, I slurp it like slurping a popsicle airhead. Robby's cock tastes better than a popsicle frozen treat, but they're both about the same size, although his cock's obviously hotter by a mile. When I feel precum drooling out, Robby goes, "Oh, oh... that's good, Dylan," and he backs away stroking his sloppy, hard boner. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, then, out of breath a little, he says, "I was holding my breath 'cause it felt so good. Okay, stand-up now Dylan." I stand up and for the second time today the hard, fat, smooth head of Robby's boner stretches my anus lips as he forces his cock inside my rectum, and I groan in pleasure. "Ahhhhh, Robby... oh oh, it's so good." He pushes it all the way up, then there's that last little hump against my buttocks with his groin, and I'm like, "Ahh, ooh, yeaaah..." Robby wraps his arms around my belly and pulls me back against his chest, his face sideways against the back of my head, then little hip bucks from Robby punching the head of his boner against my prostate gland and I start making squeaky high pitched sounds as I'm pushing my ass against Robby's hip thrusts. I'll be able to hold off my climax longer than the first time, fer sure. Robby withdraws his boner until the head's distending my ass lips, and then he steadily pushes it back in. I gasp at the sensations in my rectum, it's alive and craving this intrusion. Robby gets a steady rhythm going as his hips smoothly drive and withdraw his cock in my ass. It's awesome! Robby cups under my chin with his hand pulling my head back on his shoulder to kiss the side of my face. He's gasping quietly, holding my head against his shoulder, his other arm around my waist, and in this fairly dominant position begins a fast pounding of my ass with his fat, stone-hard boner. Each thrust rocks me forward with a moan of pleasure. It's unbelievably good and I feel my balls moving up my scrotum. I can't think of anything but the ecstasy in my ass, my cock begins moving away from my belly to stick out straight from my groin... and then Robby squeezes my nuts again, harder this time, and I scream as bright lights are flashing in my head and loud bells going off somewhere in the distance. He squeezes my nuts once more and my screech doesn't even sound like it's coming from me. He lets go of my throbbing balls, that are now back laying at the bottom of their sac, and kisses me, murmuring, "Sorry, Dylan, it's part of the deal, so I have to do that..." Most of my boner's gone again, and as the pain fades, Robby says, "Lean over and grab your knees, I can bring your climax on quicker that way and you'll forget the pain in your nuts". In a fog, I do what I'm told and Robby grabs my hips and begin's one of his and Dodger's rabbit fucks. My body's jolting to and fro as he pounds my ass, thrusting his boner in very quickly and in a minute my own boner returns and I've forgotten the pain in my nuts. Robby goes at it for five minutes or so, and then I feel a sharp stream of spunk in my bowels, along with warmth and sloppiness. Robby's cries of pleasure fill my ears and that sets me off. A short spurt of cum has me dizzy from the incredible sensations in my cock and balls, then a long stream of cum streaks from my cock and I let out one of those humiliatingly high-pitched squeals, followed by, "Robbieeee!" and a last small spurt of cum completely empties my nuts of the cum they've been able to come up with in the last four hours. I squeeze and stroke my cock drawing up drippings and then Robby's got me upright in his arms hugging me tightly again. I'm limp in his arms, feeling wonderful, and I just realized that Robby didn't do the last squeeze on my nuts, the one he did last time when my climax was coming on me. Guess he couldn't bring himself to squeeze my nuts anymore.
He's breathing hard because that was quite a workout for him. Good to know my boyfriend's an athlete with stamina and strength. Oh, how I love him. My love and admiration just grows and grows. When he stops taking deep breaths, and his heart rate calms down, I ask, "How come no nut squeeze as I was climaxing?" He answers with, "What a great fuck that was, Dylan. I almost lost my load twice, but I'd squeeze your nuts and your screams were so startling my climax abated some, but finally I just poured cum up your ass and I loved it! Awesome ass, as I've told you a hundred times," and a few kisses follow his excited exclamations. Then I go, "Abated? Where'd that word come from?" He chuckles, mumbling, "I don't have a clue." And I ask again, "But no nut-crunch at my climax. Why's that?" He goes, "I couldn't make myself do it. I hate hurting you! We're not doing this very often, so please, please, please don't ask me to 'cause I feel awful afterwards knowing I hurt you." I mutter, "Well, you call the shots for us, Robby. My policy is: don't argue with you, and I'm sticking with that." I turn around now, chest to chest, and we do a few long luscious sloppy kisses with lots of spit swapping as our softening cocks dance against one another, then we just hold on to each other in a loving hug. Finally Robby says, "Ya think we need showers again?" I say, "Quick ones, yeah. We're sweaty and cummy, not that I mind the cum at all". Robby says, "How 'bout we go out to eat after the showers, I'm starved now." I go, "Well, yeah, I'm hungry too. We kiss a couple more times, then, as Robby walks towards the bedroom, I ask, "Can I pull my pants up?" From the bedroom he yells, "Of course. That's just part of Ryan's game. It's kinda funny though." After we've both showered, we're on the balcony smoking with me swooning about today's sex with Robby, remembering how it felt all over again, except my memory doesn't remember much about the bad part: the ball-busting. Could it be, I wonder in my head, that there's actually something to that theory some guys have? The one that claims pain increases the pleasure? If so, it's gotta be an individual thing, some guys like it and some hate it. I'm in the middle, I wouldn't do it if Ryan wasn't doing it, but I can take it if I need to. And, I don't believe this sub/dom thing or the BDSM thing in general is confined to gays either. Straight couples get into it as well, probably in about the same percentage as gays do, which I can't imagine is a very large percentage. It also occurs to me that there was something missing from Robby's part during this stand-up sex, and I don't mean it wasn't awesome, because that was an awesome fuck. The thing is, on Monday Robby was still mad or disappointed in me; he was still feeling whatever it was that sent him to Ryan in the first place, and therefore he did that first dominant, stand-up fuck like he does it with Ryan. The spanking was harder and so was the ball-crunching. Maybe he was getting even with me on Monday, but today after I've been basically the kind of boyfriend Robby always hoped I'd be, and loving him like he loves me, his vitriol wasn't present for today's sex. He definitely wasn't as dominant because today he didn't want to hurt me, well not as much anyway. It's sweet and I didn't miss the extra hard parts one bit, so I'm gonna try being the boyfriend Robby deserves and let the other things, that are out of my control anyway, be what they will be. I'll do my part, and fortunately that doesn't include me being celibate because when Robby's busy with Ryan, I'm free to be busy too. But with who?
Robby takes a drag on his cigarette, saying, "This haircut sure saves time. Two-minute shampoo and then zero time combing. I like it." I go, "Good, that makes me feel better about it being so short. I may be prejudiced, but I think us boys with blond hair look especially cool with burr or flattop haircuts. The one I have is probably too short." Robby mutters, "I never thought about it all that much, but obviously I prefer short hair myself." Then he goes inside for a drink from the refrigerator. He yells to me, "This day has been awesome, Dylan. My best day all week." That's what I wanna hear. I yell back, "Me too!" At this point I can't imagine there's anything I wouldn't do if Robby's a part of it. If he wanted to he could take advantage of me because I can't resist him now. It's worse then when Willie put me into that childlike frame of mind. I swear to God, I wish Robby could do that because it's a weirdly pleasant sensation. You gotta like being submissive for it to work I suppose, and I am submissive, but Robby's not really dominant enough to pull it off, not yet anyway. Last Monday he came pretty close, but he still doesn't have the dominance down like Willie does. I get the feeling Robby's not sincerely interested in it with me, just with Ryan. And even with Ryan he still isn't nearly as in-charge as Willie got to be in Key West. And again I think, 'I've no idea why Willie hasn't called, but at the same time I'm positive he will and this time I won't have a guilty conscience, not that Willie cares about that one way or the other'.
Robby's back on the balcony and he shares his Coke with me. "Where ya wanna eat dinner, Robby?" He's smiling and rubbing my shoulder, "You're so good looking, Dylan; sometimes it takes my breath away." I mutter, "Look who's talking. Only the best looking boy I've ever seen." He shakes his head, but doesn't take it any further, except to mumble, "You're delusional with that, fer sure." I go, "Where we eating?" Robby asks, "Where do you wanna eat?" I say, "Let's splurge and check out T.G.I. Friday's." He says, "Let's go," and that's what we do. Neither Robby nor Dodger ever seems to worry about money. They're not wealthy, just well off, and their parents spoil them both. Me, I've still got money left over from the Key West trip because Willie paid for just about everything. T.G.I. Friday's restaurant is a casual environment with good food, but it's not cheap. The place is always crowded, but when we get there we only need to wait ten minutes before we get seated. Noisy place, but I prefer that to a quiet restaurant where everyone whispers. That's creepy. Then a cheerful waiter named Paul comes over saying, "How are you guys this evening? I'm Paul and I'll be your waiter tonight." I check him out, and he's got potential, but not really a winner in the cuteness department. He's also big and I don't mean fat. Big, like a football player's big, and that's not how I roll. I'm probably not how Paul rolls either, so we're even. Robby orders a full rack of Jack Daniel's baby back ribs; the barbecue sauce is where Jack Daniel's comes in, I assume. With the ribs comes crispy fries and slaw that Robby won't eat because it's got a lime sauce on it. I would've asked if I could have a substitute for the lime slaw, but Robby's too polite to do that. I order a petite Angus steak with maison butter, whatever that is, and a half-rack of baby back ribs. I would have asked what 'maison butter' is if our waiter wasn't in our age range, he's probably twenty-one or twenty-two, and I don't want to look like a nerd asking what 'maison butter' is. I get a baked potato with butter and sour cream, always a favorite of mine, and a wedge of iceberg lettuce with a blue cheese dressing and bacon bits. Paul, asks, "Something to drink?" and I go. "Two draft beers". He chuckles, but in a nice way, then asks, "What's your second choice?" and I go, "Iced tea with lemon and tons of sugar." Robby goes, "A coke, please," and Paul's apparently thrilled with our selections. He smiles a big smile, saying, "Great choices.Thanks, guys." A man happy with his job apparently. Robby asks, "Do you think he's hot?" I go, "Not really, but he's not horrible either. Just too big." Robby goes, "That's it! I couldn't put my finger on it, but it's that he's simply too big." We smirk at each other; Paul's not going to be good enough for us two, although I'm sure some other gay guy certainly will be happy to settle for him, that's if he's not part of ninety percent of the population that aren't gay. In that case, I lose complete interest in the whole deal.
The food comes and when I cut into my steak the thought crosses my mind that Willie would probably send this back, but it's fine with me; the steaks cooked rare rather than medium rare. It would've been fine if it was halfway between medium rare and medium too, as far as I'm concerned, I'm flexible like that. Robby tears a rib off his rack and chews the meat, then says, "Absolutely awesome!" and I taste a bite of salad and it's delicious too. Things are going great dining out with Robby, without awkwardness of any kind like I get with Willie at our dinners all too often. Then there's a commotion on the other side of the room, about seven tables away. A middle-aged woman is gaging or something, and then she pukes on the table spraying the food on her plate, and some spray goes on the three fellow diners' dishes too. A gasp goes up around us as Robby mutters, "What the hell?" Then he sees what I'm seeing, and he goes, "That is so gross!" I look at him and say, "Standup and walk out of here. No way can I eat in this room." Robby's making a face, "Can you believe this?" he asks. People are gagging and making all kinds of noise, waiters and waitresses running here and there. Robby and I are up on our feet, "Let's go, Robby!" He hesitates for a second and then we hear, but don't see, someone else hurling near the original table, undoubtedly brought on by the first one. There's a distinct odor associated with throwing-up and it's spread from way over there to here. Robby looks and me and says, "You're right, let's go," and we walk past people who, generally speaking, are not happy diners. It's probably not the restaurant's fault although I can't believe I'll ever want to come here again. Bad vibes, ya know. No one questions us leaving and outside Robby goes, "Paul's gonna be pissed," I mutter, "Yeah, that's a shame. Do you wanna walk across the parking lot to the Tennessee Real BBQ joint?" Robby goes, "Yeah, I've been there with the family, it's not as expensive as T.G.I. Friday's and the food is just as good. We should have gone there in the first place, but let's drive over so we don't need to walk back across the parking lot after we've eaten." We walk towards the pickup as people are leaving the restuarant, so we're not the only ones. Robby again deadpans, "Paul's gonna be pissed," and I chuckle, muttering, "Thank God he wasn't cute." Robby snickers, "The rib I had was yummy! Too bad I'm not going to get to eat the whole rack, ya know," and as I'm getting in the pickup I can still taste the blue cheese dressing from the salad. It was delicious. We ride over to our new restaurant and park, with Robby muttering, "Gotta get that smell out of my head. Outside were taking deep breaths of cool air until I say, "I don't smell it now and fortunately neither of us witnessed the full event, just the raucous reaction from the diners close by the incident." We're adaptable, so Robby smirks, saying, "Well, we survived that, now I'm good to go. How 'bout you?" "Yep," is my reply and we go into the barbecue restaurant, which is crowded, too. All the restaurants are crowded on a Friday night.
We get a table almost right away, but no server appears for fifteen minutes, and when she shows, up she's got attitude. No smile, no 'I'm Gino, I'll be your waitress tonight', none of that. And she looks sick, pale complexion with red nostrils and bloodshot eyes. We were given menus by the lady who seated us so we know what we want. As soon as the waitress sees us she makes an agitated face, like, 'Oh shit, teenagers.' Maybe that's because teens have a poor tipping history. "Whaddaya want tonight?" she asks, then coughs into her fist and takes out a used tissue and spits whatever she just coughed up into the tissue. I glance over at Robby, who has an incredulous look on his face. Robby and I are exchanging looks, like 'What the ...? She's not putting up with any of our shit though, she says, "You're not ready to order? Fine, I'll give you more time," and she turns to walk away, but I say, "We know what we want." She turns around to sarcastically say, "Well, are you going to tell me or do I need to guess?" and another phlegmy cough gets the used tissue out again so she can spit into it. Robby nods his head towards the door, looking at me, as he stands up. I get up and we walk towards door. The waitress says nothing, just goes on her way, coughing. As we're walking out, Robby asks me, "How many times do you imagine she'd cough on our food bringing it from the kitchen to the table?" I go, "Sixteen. That'd be my guess," and we start giggling. Bizarro night. Outside Robby says, "So much for upscale dining, how 'bout a pizza?" I go, "Awesome!" We drive about a mile to a Papa Gino's and inside, the first person I see is Robby's other boyfriend, Ryan. He's sitting at a table with another boy about our age. Seeing Ryan, Robby smiles at him, and Ryan smiles back as the boy he's with stares at us, frowning. I'm wondering, 'could that be Ryan's boyfriend on the side?' This might be interesting. Robby says to me, "Let's see if we can join your twin, and his friend." I nod my head and we walk through the restaurant to where they're sitting. It's a small table for four littered with left overs from Ryan and his friend's appetizers; chicken tenders and cheese bread sticks. Both boys have cups of soda with straws. Robby rubs Ryan's hair, and the friend asks Ryan, "Is this him, or is it the other one?" as he's pointing at me. Ryan says, "Felix, meet Rob Dickers and Dylan Newman," and then, jabbing his thumb at his friend, he goes, "This is my friend, Felix Jonnas. He's not gay, but he knows I am and he don't care, do ya, Felix?" Felix mumbles, "No, why would I? Nice to meet you guys. You wanna join us, we're waiting for our pizza, it's slow going tonight." We sit down, mumbling, "Nice to meet ya," to Felix, then Robby asks Ryan, "What you been up to, hottie?" Grinning, Ryan says, "Nothing as hot as I'll bet you two have been up to, and I see ya kept your promise, Rob," pointing to Robby's haircut. Robby asks, "How do you like it?" Ryan says, "It's too cool for school," as he and Robby bump fists across the table. I didn't know Robby promised Ryan he'd get the same haircut and I need to fight down my jealously again. Damn! And, it's obvious there's a real connection between these two, Ryan and Robby... certainly not the connection Robby and I have, but more of a connection than I thought. And, that knowledge brings back my worries about losing Robby. Ryan says, "I gotta feel your new haircut, Rob," and to me, "Awesome job of haircutting, Dylan. You're the best barber I've ever run into; no offense Rob... hahaha." I mutter, "Thanks," as Ryan gets up and walks around the table to get his left arm around Robby's neck right under his chin, pulling Robby's head back against Ryan's stomach, while the fingers of his right hand run through Robby's half-inch hairs on the top of his head. "Man, this feels so cool, Rob!" then he asks, "What do you think, Felix?" Felix, who's rocking the 'eighties' long hair style goes, "If you say so, buddy," then he nibbles at a bread stick. Now Ryan puts his nose in Robby's burr haircut, saying, "You smell so good I could eat you." Robby doesn't try to pull his head away, instead he rests a hand on Ryan's thin wrist, asking Felix, "Don't you love public displays of affection?" Felix chuckles, "Go for it," he says. I'm getting more than a little pissed-off, but you'd never know it from the forced grin on my face.
Ryan does a quick kiss on Robby's head, then lets him go, and as he walks back to his side of the table, he says to me, "I'm green with envy that you've got Rob today, Dylan. You're so lucky." He sits down, and asks me, "You coming with Robby and me to scope out the mall tomorrow?" I go, "Wouldn't miss that for the world, Ryan... heh heh". Felix isn't cute, but he isn't ugly either. He's got a very average looking face with a stray blemish here and there. He says, "Let me get this straight," as he looks at Robby, "Dylan, and my bud, Ryan here, are both your boyfriends at the same time? Am I right?" Robby goes, "That would be correct, Felix," then he jokingly asks, "Would you like to be my third boyfriend?" This is odd for Robby because he's usually a bit shy around kids he doesn't know. Ryan pushes his glasses up, and asks Felix, "Would ya, Felix? We could do a three-way and I'll finally get a chance to suck you off." He's joking too and Felix laughs, saying, "I'll pass guys, that's not the way I roll, but I got no problems with it if you dudes roll that way." A waitress comes over to ask if we want to order, and Robby asks me, "What do you want on our pizza, Dylan?" I shrug, "Cheese is fine with me," so Robby orders a large cheese pizza and an order of cheesy bread sticks, and I get a lemonade while Robby gets a Coke. The waitress asks, "Separate checks?" Ryan goes, "Yes, he's rich," pointing at Robby. Robby goes, "Look who's talking," as the waitress walks away. Ryan and Robby are grinning at each other and I'm like, "Uh oh...," but before I can say anything Felix asks Robby about the baseball team. He apparently also played for his team when he was in high school, and they talk about that as Ryan stares at his hero and I stare at Ryan staring at Robby, wanting to smack him... Ryan, not Robby. Tired of doing that, I stare at Felix some more. He has an almost perfectly round head with his eyes, nose and mouth too close together right in the middle of his face. His chin extends like two inches below his mouth. Strange. Dark hair and eyes, and he's about my size. Nothing really appealing about him except he's relaxed and seems to be happy with himself, which is no small feat for us teens. Robby and I share their pizza when it comes, and they'll share ours when ours comes. This Papa Gino's franchise has never been known for fast service so it takes an hour for us to finish the second pizza. Felix invites us back to his house for a beer. He lives in Haverhill, which is about a fifteen minute drive from here. Robby asks, "You're folks don't mind you drinking beer at home?" Felix says, "Nah, I've got the coolest parents ever," and he adds, "If I don't overdo it, and nobody gets drunk, it's okay; but, either you or Dylan needs to be the designated driver. Mom insists on that." Robby looks at me, "I'll be the driver, Dylan, 'cause I get drunk too easily. You have a couple of beers; you're a better drinker than me." I shrug, trying to be the good guy, muttering, "I don't even like beer all that much, so if one of us has to be designated driver I'll be glad to be the one." Robby says, "Ya sure?" I nod my head and shrug again; Dylan, the all around good guy. Robby goes, "Okay, thanks," and squeezes the back of my neck, then shakes me slightly, adding, "You really rock, Dylan." Ha! Take that Ryan.
The checks come and I go for my money, but Robby says, "Let me get it this time, Dylan." That surprises me because Robby doesn't usually throw money around like his brother, Dodger, does. Robby's a lot of wonderful things, but he's a little tight with a buck. Ryan and Felix split their check and we're up and on our way. Ryan says, "I'm spending the night with Felix, so we don't need a designated driver." Oh goodie, I hope everyone has a good time while I'm being the designated one. I bet Robby was showing off to Ryan by paying for our pizza and sodas. I maintain my cool though, and keep a happy expression on my face, although maybe the last thing I want to do is spend the rest of the evening with Ryan. Well, I don't suppose it's the last thing, but it's close. In the parking lot Robby, Ryan, and me light cigarettes leaning against Robby's pickup. Felix and Robby discuss the Red Sox changes this year, as Ryan and I stand together listening. Ryan's still smoking the way new smokers smoke, taking little puffs and then blowing out the smoke without inhaling. He smiles at me, then gets an arm around my shoulders and kisses my cheek, saying quietly, "I'll never be able to thank you enough for letting me lose my cherry up your super-fine ass, Dylan. Rob's shocked I was brave enough to ask you. Did you, um, think I was pretty good at fucking you? I mean for a first time?" I say, "Yes, Ryan, you were really good and not just for a first timer either, you're a natural." He beams, "You're awesome, Dylan. I hope you'll let me do it again; I've already mentioned it to Robby and he said it's stricly between us two, you and me. He calls it buddy sex." I say, "Yeah, because that's what it is." Ryan's like, "I never heard of it described like that. Anyway, what do you say? Please say yes." Hmmm... and interesting development here. Could I steal Ryan from Robby? That'd be justice, haha. I say, "Sure, Ryan. Buddy sex is great with someone you like." He whispers, "How could I not like you? Robby thinks you're a God or something, and you're very nice to me; plus you know, you let me do you. But, the question is: do you like me?" I go, "Yep, I do." He says, "Good, we're gonna do some buddy sex. When do you want to do it?" I go, "Let's play it by ear, okay with you?" He says, "Yes, I'm excited," and he smiles at me, then kisses me again. Felix goes, "Watch yourself, Dylan. Ryan is after you, and even though he's gay, he's very tenacious. He's been known to nag until he gets what he's after." I'm thinking, 'No shit, Sherlock'. Robby asks, "How'd you hold out on Ryan, Felix?" He laughs, then says, "Ryan's persuasive and I almost let him blow me once, but came to my senses at the last second." Ryan, says, "And you're still a virgin too, a nineteen year old virgin." Felix punches Ryan's arm, saying, "Sad, but true, I'm afraid. I'm not as tenacious as you." "Not as cute either," says Ryan and Felix gets Ryan in a headlock giving his new haircut a nookie with his knuckles. All in good fun.
Finished with our cigarettes, Robby and me get in the pickup and follow Felix and Ryan to Felix's house. Robby mutters, "It's funny Ryan never mentioned Felix to me before. I've seen him around campus, but never with Ryan." I go, "Huh." Felix's house is pretty much like Robby's house. All the houses on the street are upper-middle class; a very nice neighborhood. We go inside and meet the parents and they are very nice too. I like that they're low key and don't overdo the niceness. Robby's parents are very nice as well, but they try too hard to be buddies with us teens and it's gets a little uncomfortable at times, especially Mrs. Dickers. After the greeting, Mrs. Jonnas says, "Good to see you again Ryan, and what handsome friends you have." Meaning Robby and me. We mumble, "Thanks." She says to Robby and me, "It's nice to meet you both, but it's especially nice to meet you, Rob. We wondered what Ryan's boyfriend might be like in person, and you're just as good looking as Ryan said you were. Have fun boys." Mr. Jonnas, asks, "You kids going down to the rec room?" Felix says, "Yeah, dad. Can we steal a few beers?" He says, "Yeah, but only a couple each and who's the designated driver?" I raise my hand, and he goes, "Ah, that's great son... no beers for you. Very responsible of you." I shrug and we follow Felix downstairs. Well, Ryan's obviously come 'out' to Felix's parents and they're good with it, so good for them. Their finished basement is much bigger than mine. There's paneling on the walls and a nice pool table, big flat screen TV on the wall, and a poker table with six armchairs. The other furniture down here is nice too. I go, "Awesome set-up, Felix," he grins, "I know, I'm lucky, and I really appreciate everything too. Always wanted a brother or sister, but there are advantages to being an only child." Lots of pictures of Felix at different ages on the wall. In many of them Felix is wearing various baseball uniforms. He turns the Red Sox game on the big screen and the picture is amazingly sharp, so I watch the game as Felix gets three beers out of the refrigerator in the corner, asking, "Anybody want to shoot some pool?" We all shrug, then Robby says, "Sure. Lets cut cards to see who's on the same team. The two high cards versus the two low ones." I draw a King and Felix draws an Ace so it's him and me against the boyfriends. Damn!
Ryan and Felix are pretty good pool players; obviously they've been shooting pool on this table a lot during the year. Robby and I don't suck, but when you don't have many opportunities to play pool you're not gonna be as good as someone who does. Ryan and Felix call their pockets for each shot, which makes it harder because it takes most of the lucky shots out of play for Robby and me. Ya know, just slam the ball into a pile and sometimes a ball goes in the pocket by luck. Not in this game. Ryan is even a little better than Felix so I'm assuming he's been shooting pool well before going to college. The first game goes to Robby and Ryan. I made one shot the whole game while Ryan meticulously lined-up Robby's shots for him, leaning against his body, almost draped on him while doing it. Anyway, with that help Robby made half of their 'low' balls. I also think Ryan was setting them up for Robby another way too: he was hitting the cue ball into his target ball with a lot of English so the ball just stops in front of a pocket. When it's Robby's turn again he only has to tap it with the cue ball and it goes in the pocket. Infuriating! I keep my cool though, because I'd do the same thing if I was as good at pool as Ryan. It's tough being honest with yourself at times, but it's stupid to be mad at Ryan for something I'd do myself, if I could. Halfway through the second game they all open another beer. It don't look like the two beer limit is going to be enforced tonight. While Ryan's trying to climb into Robby's skin, lining up another of Robby's shots, I ask Felix, "Do you have a girlfriend?" He says, "Yeah, I do," and he pulls his wallet out and shows me a picture of him and a chubby girl who isn't particularly attractive, but she has a nice smile and just looks like a nice person somehow. "That's Peggy, she's home sick with the flu or else I'd be out with her tonight instead of you guys." I like Felix, especially for having a gay friend. It's like Chubby and me in that regard, although I suspect Felix is a lot straighter than Chubby (that could be projection on my part as far as Chubby goes though). All the striped balls have been sunk except the eight ball and it's Robby's turn. If he makes the eight ball they'll win the second game too. Ryan does his act of almost laying on Robby lining up the shot as I look at Felix, nodding at the act Ryan's putting on expecting we'd smirk at each other or something, except he apparently does't think Ryan's doing anything wrong, and I guess he isn't, but jealousy can distort a person's perspective it seems. I have to wonder how often Robby's swallowed his jealousy when I'm flirting or screwing around with other boys? Robby makes the shot and he and Ryan put their arms in the air cheering, and then hug while kissing each other on the lips. Felix is nonplussed with that too, casually shooting at two of our solid balls left on the table for practice. I'm staring at Robby, who looks up, and says, "We just won, Dylan. We're acting goofy. Ryan says to Robby, "You're getting good at this. Of course I need to line up every shot for you... haha. And he grins at me, like he doesn't want to get me mad at him and like I said, I really don't have any reason to be mad at him; instead I think I'll be mad at Robby. This isn't what I had in mind for Robby's and my Friday night. There's no way Robby knew we were going to walk out on two restaurants and he's never even seen Ryan with Felix so there's no way he could have known they's be at the pizza joint. Hell, I suggested the pizza place.
Robby and Ryan won the best out of three games, so we cut the cards again to establish new teams and Robby is with me this time. Ha, Ryan! See how mature I am? Those three are on their third beers when Felix makes the eight ball ending the second game of this set, so there's no reason for us losers, Robby and me, to kiss and cheer each other. Dammit! Ryan and Felix do a one-arm hug and pat on each other's chest celebrating their victory and Felix seems fine with that too. Felix says, "Don't mention this to my 'rents," and he goes over a brings out a bottle of Sambuca . "You guys ever try this?" he asks. "Is that the licorice tasting stuff?" Ryan asks. "That stuff we had a few weeks ago?" Felix says, "Yeah, it burns but not too bad. Here ya go, Ryan." He takes a pull on the bottle and gulps it down, going, "Yeah, it's that same shit. Jesus!" Felix asks Robby, "Ya want to try some?" He says, "Nah, I don't feel right because Dylan can have any." I go, "Go ahead Robby, I don't mind." Robby shakes his head 'no' and Felix takes a big gulp getting red in the face, saying, "Oh man! That sucks! Hee hee." I say, "Go ahead Robby, who takes a big breath, not wanting to be the nerd in the group, and reaches for the bottle to take a gulp. He swallows it and tries acting cool, but his eyes are watering and he gulps some beer. "Not bad," he lies, and I laugh. He's so cute and so stupidly competitive he has to take every dare. I shouldn't have encouraged him. We all start talking while all of us take random shots at the pool balls, taking turns with the cue ball, eliminating Robby and my balls left on the table. Then they do another gulp of liqueur and get another round of beers. Fuck! Robby's going to be drunk and we won't get our lover's fuck in. Another game that Robby and I lose with Robby making no balls this time. The combination of the beers, liqueur gulps, and Ryan not lining up Robby's shots, and not to mention that Robby's pretty bad at pool. I feel bad for him because he can't drink for shit, but he won't back away from a challenge. He doesn't back down from Felix's offer of a third shot of booze and another beer either. Ryan and Robby join in with Felix and I'm glad I'm the designated driver because I'd have given in to peer pressure too and somebody's got to be able to drive. We talk about our Merrimack experience with the three booze hounds laughing at stuff that's not that funny 'cause that's what drinking does to you. Lowers your inhibition and fucks-up common sense, but I'm not preaching because I've been there and done that.
It's getting boring for me and slightly annoying, if I'm honest about it. Like arriving at a party where everyone's already half drunk. Ryan asks Felix, slurring his words a little bit, "Can I show Robby your baseball card collection?" Felix says, "Sure thing, dude," as he racks up the balls. Ryan says to Robby, "Come on, I want to show you something really cool," then to Felix and me, "We'll be right back." Felix says, "That's cool. I'll try to help Dylan with his pool shooting technique." I watch Robby and Ryan leave and catch Robby goosing Ryan, which gets an exaggerated semi-drunken giggle from Ryan. It's hard not to be jealous, but Ryan's Robby's boyfriend too, for the time being anyway, so I gotta get used to it, I guess. Felix shows me the proper way to curl my finger around the cue stick making for a more stable brace on the pool table, and he gives me a couple of other pointers which improves my shot making almost immediately. We play a game of pool and he wins of course, but I only have two balls left on the table when he banks in the eight ball for the win. I check my watch thinking, 'Robby must be awfully interested in the baseball card collection because they're been gone for about twenty minutes.' Actually it's closer to fifteen. I ask, "Yo Felix, is your baseball card collection big?" He banks in one of my remaining pool balls, and says, yeah about five hundred cards, but my grandfather gave me his collection when I graduated high school. Very cool because some of those cards go back to the forties. Then Robby and Ryan come back with Ryan's beaming and Robby looking guilty. I notice Ryan pulling at his sweatpants near his ass crack a few times as we're playing another game. If those two did it, I'm really going to be super pissed-off. The beer drinkers have their forth or fifth beer, I've lost count and Robby can't hold his booze anyway. I can't make myself tell him he's had enough because that's just not done, and he's acting a little silly now so he probably wouldn't listen to me anyhow. Mostly he and Ryan do a lot of ragging on each other jokingly, making fun of one another when they miss shots, but Felix appears unaffected by it so it's probably just that I'm sober and they're not. Drinking lowers your inhibitions and fucks-up your common sense and I know that because I've been there and done that. Felix and I are partners again and we win three games in a row. After that we go out the cellar door to the garage, and then out to the driveway where there's a basketball rim on a backboard. The driveway's lit up from spot lights over the garage so we're able to play basketball; two on two basketball. We flip coins and it's me and Felix against the boyfriends, again. Because I'm not drinking beers I'm basically the star of basketball tonight, not that either Ryan or Robby seem to notice or care. Felix and I beat them every game, but each time either Ryan or Robby make a basket, they hug and carry on like they won the game, giggling like two drunks. I don't know how much more of this I'm going to put up with and when Ryan asks Felix to take a picture with his cell phone of him and Robby together, I'm just about at the limit of what I'm going to take. Ryan and Robby have their arms around each others waist with their other hand on their burr haircuts to highlight they both have the same haircuts. After the picture is taken and they look at it giggling together, I say, "I hate to be a party pooper, but let's go Robby, I'm beat". They want another picture though because Robby was making a face in the first one. Getting in the same position, but this time looking at each other longingly, with big smiles on their faces. Felix take the picture and the three drunks gather around laughing at the picture, then Ryan says, "Lets have a picture with the twin boyfriends, one on each side of Rob. Come on, Dylan, I want a picture of all three of us." I take a big breath and do a long exhale, saying, "I haven't been drinking, so this isn't a lot of fun for me." "Come on, Dylan, get over here," from Robby, so I go over and Robby puts his arm around Ryan and me for the picture. It comes out good. For some reason I'm smiling too. A reflex action on my part probably, because you never know how good you look until you get your picture taken.
Robby turns down Felix's offer for another beer and after fifteen minutes of goodbyes, ending with a kiss on the lips between Ryan and Robby, and a hug from Felix, we're ready to walk to the car, but Ryan wants to give me a kiss too and he gives me a wet one with a little tongue. He's drunk too so I don't make anything out of that. Now it's Felix's turn to prove he's reached his limit for drinking some time ago as he's saying he wants a kiss goodbye too. He pretends he's going to kiss me goodbye, since all us gay boys are doing that, but because he's a little drunk he miscalculates his fake move of his head for a kiss and his lips brush mine. He goes, "Ryan, I finally can tell you 'yes' when you ask me if I've ever kissed a boy," then to me, "He's always hoping I'll say 'yes' and now I can." Ryan goes, "Oh no, no. That don't count. Do it right." Felix makes a face at me, asking, "Do you mind?" I shake my head 'no', and we lean our heads together so Felix can give me a real good kiss on the lips. I kiss back of course and he goes, "Wow. If I had my eyes closed I couldn't tell if I was kissing a girl or a boy. That's weird!" It's usually not fun being the only sober guy among a group drunk ones, but I liked that kiss from straight boy Felix. I get another notch on my belt, so ta speak. He's not good looking, but there's something sexy about him just the same. Ryan hasn't broken through with Felix the whole year, so I gotta believe Felix is straight. Robby parked out front so we're walking around to the front of the house when he hands me the keys, saying, "Here ya go designated driver, get my drunk ass home. I mutter, "You guys had fun." He says, "Yeah, it's tough not being able to join in with the boozing, so I don't suppose it was much fun for you and I'm sorry about that. I really shouldn't drink." I say, "You and Ryan were acting like silly kids at the end and you guys were upstairs for a long time too, so it wasn't great for me, that's all I'm saying. I'm not pouting or anything." He squeezes my arm, saying, "You've been great, Dylan. Um, I've got a confession to make to you." Oh fuck, this is where the common sense of a drunk rears it's ugly head. I want to say, 'Keep it to yourself,' because now I'd rather not know. Robby slurs his words, saying, "Goddammit, I promised to be honest 'cause you deserve me to be," and he hiccups and stumbles. I grab his arm, and he whines, "I suck and I hate myself! But I gotta confess to you I messed-up tonight. Um, I let Ryan talk me into giving him a quickie in Felix's bedroom and I need to put off our lovers sex until tomorrow morning because I'm drunk on top of sucking." He has tears in his eyes when he asks, "What's wrong with me, Dylan? Why would I do such a hateful thing to you? I feel so sorry I feel sick." Yeah, he probably does from all that shit he drank. He babbles on, "And I apologize to you a thousand times for that. And I promise tomorrow morning will be the best ever, okay." I'm driving as he slumps in the seat pulling on my arm. It's pathetic.
Without responding or looking over at him, I let him wallow in his guilt. I've been there and done that too so let him deal with his guilty conscience instead of me for once. He waits a minute or so, then mutters, "You're really pissed at me now, aren't you. I'm sorry, Dylan. That damn Ryan knows how to get his way, he nags and nags and nags," then he mutters, "That's another thing you two have in common." He's gotta get a shot in on me when it's him who's fucked-up. I somehow stay calm, maybe I'm getting used to this already or maybe I've never had the guts or stupidity to confess it to Robby. I mean, Robby's now fucked Ryan multiple times during the past five days. I say, "Your goddamn right I'm pissed off, but I'm trying to understand that shit happens, especially when you're drinking. Anyway, I used to be the fuck-up, now you can carry that banner for awhile and deal with your fucking conscience. My conscience needs a rest anyway." "You have every right to be mad, Dylan." I mutter, "And wickedly disappointed in you too, so there's that. I get one day with you out of the last six and you still slip in a fuck for Ryan. Are you sure you're not kidding yourself who's number one between Ryan and me?" Robby acts hurt, overdoing it like you do when you've been drinking. Then, when that gets no response from me, he quietly mumbles, "You're way in front of Ryan, you're my true love, Dylan." Then he gets a touch of indignation in his voice to say, "I messed up tonight, but you know I can't drink! I offered to be the designated driver, but you insisted so I gave in to you." I pat his leg, saying, "It's okay, rationalize away, but don't expect any help from me. Tomorrow's another day, don't beat a dead horse over this. You did what you did and it sucks, deal with it. I'm working nine in the morning till one tomorrow afternoon." He's contrite, "I know, but I'll wake up with you and we'll have the best sex ever, and then you take the pickup." I mutter, "You won't wake up, who you bullshitting, me or yourself?" And we're quiet for the rest of the ride. I'm thinking that me having the pickup will prevent Robby from another go at Ryan. And, Ryan's at Felix's house anyway, so I don't see how they'd get together alone. So that'll give me peace of mind, but we're hooking up with Ryan tomorrow afternoon, too. Boy, this looks like it's gonna be tougher than I ever expected. I might need to make alternate plans for the long haul, but I'm not gonna be hasty because Robby wasn't hasty with my screwing around. No way to my putting up with this for over two years like he did though, and I'm not proud of myself for having a double standard for Robby and me; just trying to be honest with myself. Looking over I see that the drunk fell asleep, just like that. Good, but Jesus what a mess!
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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