Dylans Freshman Year

DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

Chapter 49

by Donny Mumford

Robby's looking at me with a funny expression on his face. We're out of the of the pickup, standing in the parking lot among the tractor trailers behind the movie complex at the Loop, smoking. Because Robby's looking at me kind of funny, I look back at him with a grin, and finally ask, "What?" He goes, "Oh nothing, I was just thinking about how long and how much I've loved you, but also how our relationship is subtly changing." I say, "You're the reason for that, Robby, it began changing noticeably when you introduced me to my twin boyfriend... twin boyfriend of yours." He goes, "We just talked that out, you're not twin anything with Ryan; you coined that phrase in fact, not me." I go, "I know, you're right. I'm good with everything, honest I am, and I even like Ryan," and when I perceive Robby being skeptical about that, I emphatically say, "It's the truth!" Robby's like, "I believe you, he likes you too. Isn't it better this way?" I shrug muttering, "It'd even be better if Ryan wasn't a boyfriend of your's, but since he is, yeah it's better that we're all friends." Robby's annoyed now, shaking his head spreading his arms with his palm out, like, 'What do I gotta do?' I'm thinking, 'Ah ha! He's gonna take charge. Good' Then he goes, "I can't fuckin' believe we just finished a long discussion about all this. You agreed with my explanations of everything, and you also agreed I'm in charge of our current three-way relationship, and I've told you that you're my true love unequivocally, and that Ryan's more or less my boyfriend on the side. We also, just five minutes ago, agreed that we'll follow the idea you had, the one you suggested before I nuttily wanted to try going steady with you. Going steady didn't workout of course, so that's why I suggested your original idea of a more open type relationship, which was your original idea, right?" I'm like, "Yeah, I think you're right, but you're wrong that I'm complaining about anything, 'cause I'm not. You're the boss and I'm good with that; I like it that way." Robby seems a little frustrated as he gets his arm around my neck, asking, "And are you also agreeing, again, that you've been a bad boy for the last two years, screwing around like an alley cat?" Damn! It seems that just because I misspoke a second ago by giving the impression I'm complaining about Ryan, that now Robby's going to insist I again agree to each and every point we talked about in the pickup. Well, that does seems a very dominant move to me, so it's cool. He obviously wants to drill these ideas into my head once and for all, and the sterner he talks the more I find myself slipping into a mini submissive frame of mind. Not on purpose because I can't get in a submissive frame of mind on my own; someone needs to put me into that mood. Normally I'm not especially submissive, just with certain boyfriends when they show dominance, and Robby's getting the knack of that better lately, and that's basically because of his experiences these past few months being overtly dominant with Ryan. That kid loves it more than even I do apparently, and Robby feels comfortable being dominant with him and it's drifting over to me.

I'm waiting for more questions from Robby, and as he tightens his arm around my neck and shakes me a little, he repeats his last question, and he sounds a little pissed-off about it too, "Weren't you a bad boy who continued alley-catting around for the entire time we were boyfriends?" I swallow, frowning, then mutter, "Um, well yeah, some of the time." He asks, "And didn't you, just a few minutes ago, say you're okay with the fact I have another boyfriend?" I shrug, and go, "We talked about it, yeah, and I guess it's fine." "Why's it fine, Dylan?" he asks, and I take a deep breath wanting Robby to continue like this because, even though I know it's sounds silly, but I find him so sexy when taking charge of a situation. I hesitantly mumble, "Um, is it because we have an open relationship, or partly open anyway." "Yes, that's it," and there a little bit of sarcasm to his voice when he said that. Then another reminder question from Robby, "And, is an open relationship what you prefer, or would you prefer we go steady, dating exclusively each other?" Doing a fake cough, and scrunching my face at Robby as his arm tightens around my neck, I go, "Maybe the open one, I guess." Still holding my head over towards him with his neck hold, Robby grabs my chin between his thumb and forefinger yanking my face up to look at him, asking, "You guess? Wasn't it your idea from the start that we have an open relationship?" Frowning again, like I'm thinking about it, I wait a second and then mutter, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was, now that I think about it," then, with him looking smug, I get a little pissed-off myself and say, "Okay, you're right! But, why are you treating me like a little kid? And what about the two promises you broke with me last night and this afternoon when you fucked Ryan after telling me you weren't going to? And I just remembered a third broken promise went you did have the lover's sex with me last night like you promised me we would. What about those things?" " He loosens his arm on my neck and changes his tone to conversational, saying, "I'm treating you like a little his because you act like one when it serves your purpose! We just talked for twenty minutes about all the things I just repeated and you agreed I'm right about all of them in the pickup, but as soon as we get out of the pickup you mumble how things would be better if Ryan weren't my other boyfriend." Then in a very sincere voice, "And I apologized profusely just a little while ago about breaking my promises to you yesterday and this afternoon. You have my word of honor I'm going to earn back your trust. They'll be no more broken promises by me." I feel bad about being kinda self-centered and unreasonable. I love Robby so much, and he's of course right about all this stuff, so I turn to him and wrap my arms around his hot body melding into him, mumbling, "I'm sorry, Robby, but it's okay if I'm jealous of Ryan a little bit, isn't it? I was just being jealous, not contradicting you." Robby loosens his arm hold around my neck, and quietly goes, "Yeah it is, and as a matter of fact, I think in this case jealousy's a good thing. And I think Ryan's the best thing, long range, that's ever happened to you and me. My jealousy of the boys you hooked-up with all these years made me appreciate you more and made me try harder to please you. Your jealousy of Ryan has made you appreciate me more too, and lately I can tell there are times you try to please me in ways you never would before. We'll grow even closer than we are now because of that, but if need be I'm going to keep reminding you that you've agreed with everything we've talked about tonight. No whining about any of the things we've agreed to, right?" I readily say, "Right, Robby, you're keeping me in my place and fair's fair," at least I didn't cry this time like I did outside at Merrimack when he had his rant. He laughs, saying, "It's hard to stay mad at you, you're so cute and you can be so agreeable when you want to be, but can you back up your words? That's the question." "Oh yeah, Robby, definitely... some of the time, fer sure. My word is good." Robby laughs again, "You mean it now, I'm sure of that, but I'll stay on top of you just the same, okay?" "Yep, Robby, you're the boss." He kisses me, saying, "God help me, but I love you so much it's stupid." I go, "Right, Robby, me too, um, with you too."

Okay, I think that went pretty well. We finish our cigarettes talking about the summer that's coming up on us quickly. Mostly we talk about our pending jobs working for 'Dickers Landscaping and Design'. Robby's just won all the points we discussed so I guess he feels now is a good time to broach another topic. He hints around that he'll need to assign some of the easier tasks to Ryan for the simple reason the boy's not that big. I try insisting Ryan's stronger than he looks, but Robby insist he needs to assign the kind of jobs to each of us that we're best suited for so our team works as efficiently as possible. What I gather from what Robby's saying is that Ryan's very organized and therefore is best suited to handle a lot of the administrative details as sort of Robby's assistant, plus he'll do light tasks like raking and helping with bagging the grass cuttings too. We'll be the youngest team cutting grass and Robby wants us to be the best. He's saying everything definitively and he more or less rejects suggestions I make, so I see he's fully into his role as boss of us 'worker bees'. It does get my dick buzzing to witness the authoritative side of Robby emerging so noticeably, and by the time we get back into the pickup I'm still in that, more or less, semi submissive frame of mind even though I'm more than a little pissed-off Ryan's going to be Robby's assistant. But I don't say that now because our talk went so well and I was able to sneak in some points f my own that Robby recognized as true, I remain in my submissive mood 'cause I don't want Robby to think of me as a complainer. And, why wouldn't I be in a submissive mood anyway with Robby winning almost all of the earlier discussion and this last one too, plus he's totally made it clear that he's the boss and proved it by that ballsy statement about him giving preferential treatment to Ryan on the job. After that there's nothing for me to feel except submissive. Not that that's a bad thing in my mind. Just saying...

Inside the pickup Robby maintains authority in his voice, saying, "Take everything off, Dylan, and lay across my lap for your spanking. We'll do that just to basically stay in the tradition of the recreational sex that I've come to like with Ryan; and you and me have done it before too so we might as well be consistent." When he sees me frowning, he goes, "Just with the recreational sex, our lovers sex is strictly ours. I hardly ever do that with Ryan, just occasionally when he seems to need a little lovin', ya know?" I take off my shirt, not wanting to hear anymore about Ryan, so I'm keeping my mouth shut. Robby takes off his sweatpants over his sneakers, which is kinda dumb; not that I'm going to mention it. I do it the right way by taking my sneakers off first, and my sweatpants off after 'cause they come off easier that way; it's common sense, fer chrissakes. Robby says, "Your socks too, and jockey shorts, of course." When I'm completely naked Robby scoots over on the bench seat, nodding at his lap. I stare at his cock, the same cock that was up Ryan's ass earlier today. There's some dried cum on some of Robby's pubic hairs, so he didn't get a chance to showered before going out to dinner with his family. Probably couldn't break away from Ryan soon enough. 'STOP IT!' I yell at myself in my head, it's you and Robby now, forget Ryan. Laying across Robby's lap, with my knees bent and my bare feet up against the driver's side window, I feel Robby's cock nestled under mine and squirm on it, determined to focus on Robby and nothing else. He says, "The spanking is silly, but Ryan's really into it so we might as well do it too so I'm not showing too much favoritism to you." I refuse to register that last mention of Ryan's name. Robby squeezes my buttocks, mumbling, "Ryan has some random hairs on his ass, and quite a few around his anus. You and I don't, so we're lucky like that. He has a flat ass too; your's is perfect. Plump, but firm, hairless and pink, not a blemish to spoil your awesome bubble butt ass." He smacks my right buttocks a stinging blow, then another one, and says, "I wish I could come up with a better description than 'bubble butt', except that says it perfectly." Robby's mostly relaxed lately, he's now comfortably and seemingly in his element with all this, although I know it's not his true nature. But the fact he's comfortable with it makes me wonder how many times he and Ryan have done this exact same thing. And Robby's right, the spanking has always been silly , but I kinda like it because lying across his lap while I'm getting spanked is pretty damn submissive. And I don't even care that Robby does it with Ryan too. There I go again, thinking of Ryan. Maybe I should just get used to it and stop fighting it because, after all, it's become a fact of life... for the time being anyway. Things change though so I don't know how long Robby can keep his basically artificial dominant act with me going. Anyway, as of now, the fact remains that Ryan and me are both Robby's boyfriends, and he probably talks about me when he's with Ryan like he talks about Ryan with me, which I hope is true and that it annoys Ryan as much as it annoys me.

Robby says, "Don't squirm when you're getting spanked," then he proceeds to spank the shit out of my ass. Not actually, it's just a figure of speech. When my ass is red and stinging, he says, "We'll say that this spanking I'm giving you is because you've been a bad boy, Dylan, which we both know you have been with all that straying you do. With Ryan I usually can't come up with a reason for spanking him, so I just say something about the spanking being simply because he asked me for it." I'm thinking, 'That's fine and dandy, mention Ryan all you want, I'm good with that now'. To prove it to myself, I ask, "Does Ryan squirm when you spank him?" Robby goes, "Some, although not as much as you do, but since your dick is squished against mine, which has given me half a stiffy, I let you get away with extra squirming." I go, "My ass is stinging like mad, you'd squirm too," and he smacks my red ass two more loud slaps, then says, "This recreational sex is a lot of fun actually, don't you think?" Refusing to whine about my burning buttocks, I say, "So are spontaneous fucks. Remember our last one, Robby?" He goes, "Do I ever. I was so hot for your body that time it just came on me like wildfire." Well, I like hearing that and, ya know, everyday isn't always sunny like May, some days the sky's are cloudy and gray, like today. Well, not all of today fer sure. Just earlier when Robby fucked Ryan in 'our' pickup and then a little while ago when he was getting me to admit all my little mishaps and misconceptions. I'll wait this thing out and enjoy the parts of it that are fun... I've got good common sense like that.

Robby goes, "Okay, I enjoyed that," meaning giving me a spanking, and he laughs, rubbing my hair, adding, "I enjoyed it more than you did, I'll bet". Then he runs his fingers through my hair again, and says, "I need to give you another haircut, Dylan, your hair is getting fuzzy already, and I like the crisp feel of it right after you get a haircut." Gee, I wonder who that sounds like, then can't help myself and I do whine, "You just cut it a week or so ago," and he goes, "I know, but you cut my hair when you want to, and so I'll be cutting your's and Ryan's when I want to. Oh, that reminds me, is it okay if I use your clippers for Ryan's haircut. I told him he's getting it cut again on Monday, in other words, tomorrow." Again I'm thinking to myself, 'Who does that sound like?' Oh well, he didn't ask me if he could use my clippers last time he cut Ryan's hair so maybe this is a step in the right direction. I mutter, "Sure Robby, but I might need them Monday too. A kid from Stop & Shop might be coming over for a haircut on Monday." He says, "I'll work around your schedule, they're your clippers. Ryan will come over whenever I say." He gives my ass another hard slap, then with a chuckle, says again, "That was fun. Now get your smacked ass up on the seat and I'll show you how I fucked Ryan this afternoon." I slide off his lap to land on my knees on the floor between his legs, bumping my feet on the steering wheel and rubbing my stinging red ass as I do it. Then I'm whining again, "No, not like that, Robby. I don't want all those ball crunches." He goes, "I don't want to crunch your nuts either, that's Ryan game. I just meant you laying on your belly with me doing the missionary fuck while laying on your awesome back." He's smiling and rubbing my shoulders with both hands as his perfect legs, with nice definition in them, rub against my sides. Sitting-up on my knees, I'm in just the right position to suck his cock. He adds, "You and me hardly ever do it the missionary way, at least that's what Ryan calls it. There's a lot of bodily contact with that position and for a short period in time it's like I own your whole body for the explicit purpose of giving you and me pleasure." I smirk, repeating, "Explicit purpose? Another Ryan phrase?" He nods his head grinning, then mutters, "I'm sorry," and then get's both his hands behind my head pulling me towards his face as he's leaning forward; our lips meet for a long, luscious lover's kiss. Robby kisses across my face and then says in my ear, his wet lips touching there, "I really love you so much, Dylan. Thank you for going along with all this for me." He holds our faces together for a few seconds, and then gives me a long loving kiss on the side of my face, again whispering in my ear, "It's fun for me being you for a little while," I go, "Wha...?" and his tongue fills my ear, squishing around before licking my face on his way back to my lips for another long wet sloppy kiss filled with love. Breathing deeply when the kiss is done, he whispers, "Lover's kisses for you before our recreational fuck. Do you truly love me, Dylan?" He's put me in a sort of trance by initiating all these wonderful kisses, and the whispery voice he's using just adds to it. I nod my head and quietly mumble, "I love you more than I ever have, Robby, and I need you more too because you're the hottest, sexiest boy I've ever known." Another long kiss, then a whispered, "That's what I needed to hear. I want so much to do what's right for us even though it might be a tad awkward at times. Would you suck my dick for me now, Dylan?" I go, "Uh huh," and he sort of guides my head down to his crotch where I find his cock is firm, but not hard yet. I take the head, the one that's been up Ryan's ass some hours ago, and suck clean the dried remnants of Robby's cum and Ryan's ass, then work on cleaning the four inch shaft. Robby makes quiet sounds of pleasure while rubbing my back and shoulders and running his fingers over my short hair in a loving manner. When I have his whole cock in my mouth, I suck and lap at it until my spit covers my chin, drooling onto my neck, and his cock is wet and shiny clean. Pushing it out of my mouth and stroking it I stare into Robby's beautiful blue eyes totally captivated by him. He smiles at me and I want to taste him some more so I lick through his pubic hair until they're plastered to his belly and cleaned of the random residue of his earlier fuck with my twin boyfriend. It makes me feel closer to Robby that I'm willing to do this for him. His head is back on the seat, his eyes closed and his lips parted; he's apparently totally enthralled by my submissive posture and actions. Gently I pull on his thighs sliding his ass to the edge of the seat and begin lapping up his ass crack, going over his asshole with each long lick of my slippery tongue. Nothing about Robby's body turns me off; I want to devour all of him. Robby puts his legs over my shoulders, his heels near my waist, against my back. My tongue laps just his anus now, fast licks and when it's wet enough I get my tongue inside his ass and suck on the lips of it at the same time. A long moan of pleasure from Robby as precum drools from his cock onto my forehead and the short hairs at my hairline.

When Robby says, "I'll cum if you do more," I stop because I want his cum inside my rectum, not rolling down my face. Moving his legs from my shoulder I lift his right leg as Robby slides back on the seat, his asshole leaving a wet trail as it slides. Slowly, almost hypnotically, I take off his sneaker, then pull off his sock as he looks a me in a kind of daze, but says nothing. Putting his bare foot in front of my mouth I lick it like I do when I'm helping Chubby with his foot fetish. Robby's feet have been in sneakers all day, but I don't care, I like how he smells all the time. It's not a foot oder exactly, just the way feet smell when confined in footwear all day. Licking all over the top of his foot and in between his toes and then under his foot until every inch of that foot has spit on it. Gently putting that foot down and looking at Robby, his eyes are glazed as he lifts the other foot slowly, and I remove that sneaker and sock, then do the same to his left foot that I did to the first one. Then I lick long laps up his calf and onto his thighs all the way to his crotch, then down the other leg, and up the first one again, my tongue sliding in the earlier spit. When I've licked on top of his thigh to his crotch again, I take his hard boner in my mouth and suck the precum down my throat and lap at the head until Robby arches his back groaning and then bucks his hips and pours cum into my mouth. It runs out the edges of my lips as he humps his hips again, his eyes squeezed shut and a long painful sounds comes from his throat as he wraps his legs around me clasping his ankles together. His back arches again as I suck his cock and more cum shoots out. Then he shudders from his shoulders to his hips, his legs tightly around my body, and he moans again before collapsing back against the seat, his feet dropping to the floor of the pickup. Guess I got carried away there. We don't say anything as I take his still hard boner from my mouth, swallowing what remains of his cum, then I rub his legs waiting for Robby to do or say something. He finally quietly says, "That was the most erotic experience of my life, Dylan. So submissively loving and sexy I haven't words to describe it. Come on up next to me so I can hold your wonderful body and kiss your beautiful face. I sit next to him and we hug each other for a few minutes; hugs of almost desperation, then warm kisses before Robby says, "I won't have another orgasm for hours, you drained spunk from my nuts for this orgasm and probably the next one too, but you're so sexy to me I've still got my boner, and I'm going to use it to fuck an orgasm out of you?" I nod my head, still not speaking. I don't know why I'm silent, maybe I just don't feel like breaking the spell I'm in.

I'm in a fog as Robby gets his legs up so I can swings my legs over and lay on the seat on my stomach. He gets between my legs and then lays his whole body on me to squirm against my back, buttocks, and legs; his boner flat between us. We both have our legs bent so our feet are in the air, against the window next to the steering wheel, rubbing together. Robby kisses the side of my face and then pokes his cock in my asshole and lays flat pressing his body against my back so his boner's a full four inches inside my rectum, and I quietly moan at the wonderful way it feels. It was a little painful going in, but for only maybe fifteen seconds because my ass is well conditioned to accept hard cock visitors. Earlier I almost spontaneously climaxed when I was submissively licking Robby's asshole, feet, and legs... so I'm three-quarters to my orgasm already. After a minute, Robby lifts his chest off my back and with a hand on the seat at either side of me, he begins humping his hips and fucking my ass amazingly effectively, hitting my prostate repeatedly. I'm already so worked-up from the cock and ass sucking, feet and leg licking, and all the rest that I promise myself not to ruin this wonderful sex by squealing like a girl when my building climax erupts. Robby's fucking me faster now and the sensations in my ass keep building and building until they spread out all around me to my balls and groin and toes and hair follicles on top of my head, and I begin to whimper Robby's name and when my climax becomes obvious my whole body is writhing under Robby as I groan and moan, making the biggest ass of myself ever, but it's so fucking hot and tantalizing I can't help it and when it's my turn to climax, I arch my back, lifting my torso off the seat, and squeal the way I didn't want to as waves of almost uncontrollable shudders precede my first shot of cum that splashes on the seat under me, joining my twin boyfriend's spunk. I buck up lifting Robby to get my fist around my cock stroking it as a second string of cum flies out. The third sharp shot of cum has me on my side, Robby's cock dislodged as I jerk around spastically, done my squeal now and trying to catch my breath. I look back at Robby with wild eyes, a red face, and perspiration on my forehead, as he stares at me in disbelief. Then things begin receding and I wonder what the fuck that was; what just happened? Robby almost looks scared and I almost feel scared because I've never had such a violent climax before.

Embarrassed, I sit up still holding my boner, mumbling, "I don't know what happened there, Robby. It was a fantastic climax, but it's like I was out of control." "Are you okay, Dylan? That's all I care about," as he hugs me to him and rubs my arm. "You were yelling and it scared me a little." Naked, we sit in Robby's pickup, his arm across my shoulders and talk about our sexual experience of the last thirty minutes or more. The best we can come up with is the perfect storm theory, and I believe it's probably right on target. Our initial conversation basically put me in my place, although that's not the way Robby put it, and started me slipping into a submissive frame of mind, mostly because I admired the way Robby explained everything, especially the stern reminder outside the pickup and it created the need in me to please him; I wanted to give him a reason for, and reinforce his contention that, he loves me way more than Ryan. Robby's so incredibly sexually hot in my mind anyway, and that talk when we first parked and then outside, plus my honest assessment that he's right about everything he said, kept adding to my submissive state of mind and then, with me on my knees in front of him, he did the lover's make-out so sweetly and with such feeling I was overwhelmed with the idea of pleasing my boyfriend and worried, at the same time, that maybe I don't deserve him. When he asked me so nicely to suck his cock, in my anxiousness to please, I kept at it and sucked everything that's Robby from his waist down, turning myself on as much as it turned Robby on and his cum explosion in my mouth and subsequent fuck simply took me to a place of sexual pleasure I've never been before, and so I freaked-out a little. Maybe it was like trying a strong drug for the first time, I don't know because I don't do drugs, but like a drug addiction, I want to find that place again soon. Robby's talking about his view of our sex and the incredible climax he had in my mouth, "When you licked my feet, Dylan, I thought I'd blow my load right then, but I concentrated on not doing that because everything was so perfectly sexy and new that it was thrilling and I wanted it to go on for a long, long time." We're quite happy with one another right now and finally, for the moment, we're done trying to figure out this new sexual experience. As Robby's driving me home, I say, "Actually, it was new and strange to you, and me too, but it probably wouldn't be to more experienced gay lovers. When you think about it, I just extended the rimming to your feet and legs. And people have foot fetishes too so, ya know." He asks, "Do ya think you'll do it again some time? I'd really like it if you did." I go, "Sure I will, I love every part of your body, inside and out, but for me to get the sexual pleasure out of it that I got tonight I think it has to be another one of our spontaneous encounters. Planning it ahead of time probably wouldn't be nearly as good as it was tonight." He grins, looking over at me, and says, "Let's try it anyhow, just to see." I nod my head, muttering, "Eyes on the road, boss," and he laughs. We have a two minutes lovers kiss goodnight in the pickup at the curb below my condo, then Robby quietly says, "What a wonderful and productive night, Dylan. Are we straight about where we all stand, you and me and Ryan?" I go, "Yes, Robby. And I know you'll remind me if I forget anything." He's smiling when he says, "Yep, but most of all, I want you to remember that you're the true love of my life and you always will be." I mumble, "Thanks, Robby, don't you forget that or I'll remind you of that!" Another kiss, then he says he'll call me tomorrow 'cause he wants to go with Chubby and me when Chubby gets his other ear pierced. "I think I'll get mine pierced too, like you, Dylan." Walking up the steps to my condo I revel in the love Robby and me shared tonight, and I'm feeling much better about everything now that we had our talk; or more accurately, Robby had his talk. Tomorrow's another day though, and things seem to change in my life kinda quickly lately, so we'll see. For now I feel awesome!

Even though I don't get to bed until one o'clock, I'm up at nine this morning feeling wonderful. No hangover from the drinking Chubby and I did earlier in the evening, and no hangover from Robby's laying-down-the-law talk either. I'm good with it all, for now at least. After a shower I dress in clean sweatpants and a short-sleeved pullover, put on sneakers and head upstairs to see if Chubby's up yet. Letting myself in Chubby's condo with the key in the mailbox, I quietly close the door and listen for any movement, but the only sound I hear is the ambient sound of the heater. It's the first day of May, but a chill is still in the air. Thinking I should have chosen a sweatshirt, I tip toe over to Chubby's bedroom and open the door to peek in. There's my bro looking cute, sleeping soundly. Should I wake him? Hmmm, it's tempting, but I give him a break and quietly walk back outside, wait until I hear the lock on the front door click when I close the door, then I'm quickly down the steps to my place. I know what I'll do: I'll go to Dunkin' Donuts and get our coffees. We won't drink them for at least two hours, but I'll reheat them in the microwave when brunch is ready. Back inside my condo I get my set of Jeep keys, pull on a sweatshirt and go out through the finished basement to the garage. My mind wanders to the awesome time Robby and I had last night and, sitting in the Jeep, I text Robby: 'Last night was fantastic, Robby. I love you! Will call you later after brunch.' Backing the Jeep out of the garage my iPhone beeps so I stop and check it, and it's a text from Robby: 'Can I join you for brunch? I love you too, more than you love me! j/k' I text back, 'I'll be right over, boyfriend!' My dick squirms just texting with him; it's the way Willie makes my dick squirm sometimes from just seeing him or talking with him; it's the dom/sub thing again. Nice! In less then fifteen minutes I pull into Robby's driveway; he's outside waiting for me. He gets in with a big smile and I lean over, "Kiss me, you sexy thing," but Robby says, "Not here! Pull out of the driveway," and my dick squirms again at the authority in his voice. He's still got it from last night. I mutter, "Okay, sorry, Robby." We go down the block and around the corner, before Robby says, "Over there, Dylan, part at the side of the convenience store." As I'm doing that, Robby says, "I'm sorry I snapped at you a few minutes ago, but my mom and dad are up and they could easily glance out the window." I park alongside the building where people only park when the spaces in front of the store are taken. The store's open, but there's hardly any traffic at nine-thirty on a Sunday morning. Glancing at Robby now, and he's like, "Well, come over from behind the steering wheel, silly". I grin with anticipation as I slide over and Robby puts both his arms around my neck and hugs the side of his face against mine, then he drags his cute nose across my cheek going, "Mmmmm, you smell so good I wish I could bite you," and then he does, he lightly bites my bottom lip and right after that his tongue is in my mouth. My eyes close as I moan in my throat and lick his tongue as our lips kiss. We kiss like that for a couple of minutes and it's so sexy and wonderful I don't even know where I am... just who I'm with. When Robby's smeared both our mouths, lips, and chins with our mutual saliva he breaks away from the kiss leaving me almost faint with desire for him. I moan, "Fuck me, Robby, please..." He's breathing deeply groping his crotch, then mumbles, "Not here, Dylan. Go to the middle school football field, if no one is running their dog there we can do a 'quickie' safely. I want to feel my dick inside you again so badly it makes me feel helpless." My hand is shaky as I put on my seatbelt and restart the Jeep willing myself to be calm so I can drive safely.

On the way to the football field Robby rubs my shoulder, asking, "Isn't our love better now than ever, Dylan?" Left unsaid is, 'since I made Ryan my other boyfriend'. All I want to think about is the fact that he's right, our love affair is better than ever, and he's hotter to me then ever before as well. But I'd rather not think about the reason for that, as I reply, "You're right, Robby, whatever the reason. It's like, when I don't think I can love you anymore, I do just that. Hope it never stops." Glancing at him, he looks happy and maybe a little pleased with himself, and I guess he should be too. He's instigated this ramped-up love by taking charge and doing what he thinks is fair and right. It hurts a little that I need to swallow Robby's open display of affection for my twin boyfriend, and knowing he's showing favoritism towards him when it comes to working this summer hurts too, but I'm not overly concerned now because I've almost convinced myself that the end result is worth it. As I may have mentioned a hundred times, nothing's perfect. There's not a soul in sight when I drive the Jeep onto the middle school's parking lot. "Park behind the snack bar, Dylan," so I do that, and after turning off the Jeep and quickly undoing my seatbelt, I'm right over to Robby's side of the seat and we're right back into a slightly out of control make-out until Robby breathlessly says, "Pull down your pants," as he does the same. When our bare asses are on the seat, and our boners are sticking up against our bellies, he says, "Suck it for me, Dylan," and I lean over and go right down on it and it's so sexy sucking his cock I feel like crying. This is so hot! He rubs my head, neck, and shoulders; then, pressing the palms of his hands under my sweatshirt he massages my bare back. When I taste precum, he's like, "Okay, okay... sit on my boner now." Even though Robby slides the bench seat backs far as it'll go, it's awkward getting in position to sit on his cock, but looking out the windshield I steady myself holding onto the dashboard and lower my ass. Robby guides his hard cock to my asshole and I sit on it. His cock stretches my anus and then slips by that and I go down on his boner two inches, then slowly slide down the next four inches of ecstasy until I'm sitting on his thighs. We both moan with sexual pleasure as I squirm my buttocks on his legs and close my eyes loving the sensations in my ass. Robby's got his hands on either side of my head turning my head sideways so he can get his lips on mine and our tongues meet to lick together with both of us going, "Mmmmm, mmm." Then I start riding his cock as he's energetically humping his hips up against my ass and we're both make silly sounds, not caring we're acting like we haven't had sex in months. Five minutes of almost desperate fucking and then Robby cums first, going, "Umpth, umpth, oh fuck, I'm cumming!" and his cock spurts spunk inside me and then my ass is filled with wetness and I'm moaning stupidly, but it feels so wonderful I want it to last forever. Then I'm grunting, holding my mouth shut with all my might as I tighten the muscles in my pelvic area and cum shoots straight up, then a strong thin streak follows the first one going almost to the roof of the cab, then shorter spurts and I'm feeling faint from the enormous amount of erotic sensations all over my body. Shortly my head clears and I lay back against Robby stroking my sensitive cock as he kisses the side of my neck. Climaxing with that amount of force, and doing it because the boy you love fucked you, is the apex of pleasure. There isn't anything above it. It's the top of the highest mountain. "Ride my cock a little more, Dylan. That was fantastic." I gulp and ride his cock for two minutes more continually stroking mine, and them with Robby's strong hands on my hips assisting, I lift off and when the head of Robby's cock pops past my anus lips, there's a wet sucking sound. His hard cock free of my ass Robby and I both exclaim. "Oooh!" then more of the, "Mmmm," pleasure moans.

We're a mess. Cum all over Robby's lap from his climax drooling from my rectum and there's cum in his burr haircut where spunk from my second high stream of cum landed there on it's way down. I've got my own cum around my crotch and some on my shoulder where the first shot landed when it came down. I say, "We're kinda drenched in cum, but right after we get the coffees, we'll clean up at my place. Mom won't be up for at least another hour." Robby goes, "After we get the coffee? We're going in the store with cum in my hair... hahaha. You gotta be kidding!" I laugh, "Yeah, I hear ya, we'll use the drive thru," he goes, "Good plan. Ya got tissues in here?" I don't but give him my handkerchief which he uses to clean his lap a little, then his hair and I put the damp handkerchief in my jockey shorts to absorb leaking spunk from my asshole. Robby pulls up his pants as I'm doing the same. He says, "God, that was a special unexpected treat, Dylan!" We take turns raving about our latest spontaneous sex, as we refer to it; "That spontaneous fuck was almost as good as the first one, Dylan." I go, "I'll say, but that first one in our apartment is gonna be hard to beat. You're so awesome with sex anymore, Robby... so freakin' hot! You're smoking, dude!" "Oh my God, I love that you said that, Dylan, I don't ever remember you being so specific. Makes me feel good, I can tell ya that." I go, "I've always told you how much I love having sex with you, Robby." He's like, "Not in the kind of enthusiastic way you just said it. That was a great endorsement." I'm looking over at him, asking, "Endorsement? Have you ever used that word before in your life?" He laughs, muttering, "Another Ryan-isms, he says the way I fuck him is an endorsement of the way he pleases me. It's corny, but he's always saying stuff like that. He says he get high being submissive to me. He overdoes that stuff, but it sure builds-up my ego, ya know?" I go, "Huh," wondering why the hell I asked about that 'endorsement' word, because I already knew where it came from, and it just gave Robby an opening to talk about his favorite subject of late, little Ryan... my boyfriend twin. Oh brother! I bite my tongue, then ask, "What kind of coffee do you want?", changing the subject if nothing else. He says, "Oh yeah. Hmmm, how 'bout a cappuccino?" I go, "Good by me," as I'm pulling into the drive-thru lane. There are four cars ahead of us and it seems each one is ordering for twenty people. Gawd! It takes fifteen minutes before I'm picking up two large regular coffees and two medium, and a medium cappuccino for Robby. Robby's busy looking at something out the window while I pay for it. He's not a spendthrift.

We talk more about this summer and Robby's grass cutting crew, and there's some good news that Robby shares with me: this year there's a fifty cent an hour wage increase for guys who have worked at least one year for the company. That's the good news, the bad news is Robby's now routinely referring to Ryan as his assistant. Then, once he's established in my head that Ryan is indeed his assistant, he refers to Ryan as simply, 'my assistant', as in: "My assistant will supervise the crew when I'm with the other crew supervisors reporting to our boss, Chuck Tannum, or when Chuck gets all the lawn maintenance supervisors in for a meeting to evaluate each week's work". Then he adds, "I'm making it clear to my crew the first day of the summer that when I'm not present my assistant is the boss. That way there isn't any doubt in anybody's mind who's in charge." I'm rolling my eyes, thinking Robby's getting carried away again with the new found power position of crew boss, but hold my tongue. I mean, how dumb is it making someone who's got no experience on a lawn cutting crew his assistant? Give me a break! But all I say is, "Huh," and then, to change the subject, "Do you want to take a shower at my place, Robby?" He's like, "No thanks, I just had one an hour ago. I'll just clean up." I go, "Yeah, me to, but I feel your cum in my ass and I kinda like that; I hate to wash it out." He says, "You're kidding! That's exactly what Ryan says, and he doesn't clean it out either, just leaves as much as possible up his ass. Haha!. Ryan tells me, "Like an hour after I fuck him, he's still clutching his anus closed, keeping my spunk inside him. It's so cool both my boyfriends want to keep my cum inside them, what a coincidence," and I go, "Huh." Willie broke me in on the concept of cum in my pants, but Ryan decided that on his own somehow. I'll bet Willie would've been thrilled if I'd decided it on my own, instead of requiring him to train me to like it. That goddamn Ryan's a better submissive than me, I guess. No wonder Robby can't stop talking about him. Well, last night I told Robby I'm in agreement with everything he said and one of those things was that the three of us, the twin boyfriends and Robby, all see eye to eye on everything, which is why I'm assuming Robby doesn't think he's being callus mentioning Ryan as much as he does. Again I think, 'He probably drives Ryan crazy by mentioning me so much too'. I hope so anyway.

Inside the condo I drop off the coffees in the kitchen, then Robby and me go into my little bathroom to clean up. We both pull our pants down, as Robby's saying, "You clean me up and I'll clean you, okay?" Now I like when I hear the 'okay?' at the end of his sentence, so I go, "Good idea." Getting the water running warm in the sink, then wetting a washcloth and getting on my knees in front of Robby, I wipe at his pubic hairs, saying, "I can't wait to cut your pubes, Robby." He says, "Oh... um, Ryan and I are going to shave each other after the last final exam. I hope you'll agree to make it a three-way. Not a three-way sex 'cause I don't want Ryan involved in that just yet; we'll save that for later in the summer, but we can do a three-way pubes party." It's better than nothing, so I say, "Sure, I'd like that," but without much enthusiasm, and Robby draws out my name, "Dylaaaan! We're a threesome now, remember?" I mutter, "I know," and begin wiping his dick clean. When it's clean I look up to Robby, and ask, "You want me to suck your cock a little?" He says, "Yeah, why don'cha," and I can't help grinning at how he said that because I could tell he liked me asking to do it instead of just sucking him off like I would have in the good old single-boyfriend days. I start off the way I always do and by the time the shaft of his cock is dripping with saliva he's got himself another boner. He goes, "Stand-up Dylan and I'll fuck you for a little bit. I'm not going to be able to work-up a climax this soon, but it'll feel good." As I'm standing I wonder if he means it'll feel good to me, like he's giving me a little treat, or if he means it'll feel good on his dick; I hope he meant it'll feel good for both of us, and I don't even know why I'm questioning that. I guess it's because this is a new relationship arrangement and it just raises questions in my over-analytical mind, 'cause it's so new. He turns me around slowly, asking, "Do you think we're oversexed?" I go, "Oh, fer sure. It used to be just me, but now both of us are." Robby pushes his boner past my sphincter muscle, asking, "Yeah, ain't it great that we are?" I stifle a moan, murmuring, "Yeah," then, "That feels so good, Robby," and he fucks me for five minutes with quiet moans coming from both of us. We're as quiet as we can be because my mom's sleeping two doors down. When Robby's fucked me long enough to get my boner back to a pretty hard state, he pulls out, mumbling, "I'm not gonna even get a spurt of spunk out of these drained balls of mine." Then a stinging smack on my ass with his hand; the smack's a good one and it echoes in the bathroom, after which he says, "I'll clean your ass for you now." Which he does using the same washcloth I cleaned him with. When my buttocks and the back of my thighs are clean, he says, "I won't push the washcloth up your hole to clean it because then you wouldn't be able to feel remnants of my cum up there if I did that. Here will you clean my dick again? There a lot of cum still in your bowels." That statement is followed by another stinging slap on my ass that I don't comment on, just a quiet murmured, "Ow." Willie's explained why the dominant sex-partner smack's his submissive's ass so often, but I'm wondering how Robby knows about it. Probably Ryan told him. Robby says, "You're good to go, Dylan," and as rinse out the washcloth and clean his cock again, he asks, "Hey, what are you making for brunch?" Finished the second cleaning of his now soft penis, I pull up my pants without doing what I want to do, which is rub my smacked ass, and say, "Jeez, good question. Chubby and I were suppose to plan brunch last night, but we never got around to it. Let's see what's in the refrigerator".

Following Robby out of the bathroom I do rub my stinging, smacked ass and that helps for some reason; maybe getting some extra blood circulating around the cheek. Willie's smacks on my ass are pretty much like Robby's; it's a close call, but I think Robby's got a harder ass slap going for him then Willie. Humph, that's surprising. Robby and I peer into the refrigerator and discover there isn't a hell of a lot of potential brunch stuff in there, so we go up to check the refrigerator in Chubby's condo. Using the mailbox key again I let us into Chubby and Tris' condo with me putting my finger to my lips and making that, "Shhhh," sound as we walk into the kitchen. Not much brunch fixings in here either so I wiggle my finger that Robby should follow me, and lead him into Chubby's bedroom again. Chubby's still sleeping, which surprises me because he went to bed at eleven last night, but then again, teens can rack up some big sleeping time if not disturbed. However, I'm going to disturb this sleeping teen. I lean over Chubby, who's sleeping on his side with his face in my direction, and when I kiss his lips his eyes open immediately. He looks at me, then Robby, and asks, "What the fuck is this, an intervention?" I make a face at him, like, "Great serious!" So he goes, "Oh, it's a roommate's convention?" Muttering, "Don't be ridiculous," I sit on the side go the bed and play with his hair, adding, "It's neither, obviously... it's a wake-up call because we need to get some fixings for brunch and it's after ten o'clock already. And, why are you still sleeping? You were in bed at eleven last night." He says, "You weren't suppose to tell anybody about that except the moms. Now Robby will spread it all over the campus that a Merrimack student went to bed at eleven o'clock on a fucking Saturday night. Won't ya, Robby?" Robby goes, "Yep!" Chubby says, "I can't get out of bed right now anyway, I've got a boner." I say, "We've seen boners before, get the fuck up, we got work to do." Chubby smirks, saying, "I'm playing with it at the moment, if you don't mind." Robby goes, "Boners while sleeping are called nocturnal penile tumescence or NPT, did you also have a nocturnal emission too? I'm curious because I've never had one." Chubby and I exchange looks, like, 'What the....?, then Chubby says, "That's a mighty big term for a freshman, Robby," and Robby laughs, going, "Oh, that's Ryan again, he knows all about penises and stuff, and he likes to impress me with big words." I raise my eyebrows while looking at Chubby, who asks Robby, "Is that the kid you're messing around with making my main hommie so distraught?" I go, "Chubby! It's alright." Robby looks at me with a questioning expression, like, 'Where you complaining about Ryan to Chubby?' To get off this topic, I ask Chubby, "What do you have in mind for a brunch menu this morning?" He hops out of bed, and he does indeed have a NPT; it's sticking out his pajama bottom's zipper slit. Chubby doesn't care, he walks to the bathroom, staying, "I'll be with you two in five minutes and we'll decide then what to do about brunch, now give me some privacy so I can do doodies in the toilet". Without closing his bathroom door, Chubby pulls down his pajama bottom and plops on the toilet, as I say to Robby, "Let's wait in the kitchen."

In the kitchen Robby asks me the same question that his questioning-expression asked a minute ago, "Did you go bitching to Chubby about me having another boyfriend? We talked this all out... three or four times, actually!" He's whispering, but the emphasis and maybe a little anger is till obvious. I whisper, "No, of course not, but he saw me studying alone and wondered where you were, so I mentioned you and Ryan. It's not a secret is it?" He calms down, then whispers, "No, and I'm sorry for accusing you. It's just, oh I don't know; I want it to go smoothly with you, me, and Ryan, that's all." I whisper, "It is, Robby. Ryan and I like each other. He fucked me, how much more friendly can I be?" He laughs quietly at that, then says, "I won't let him do me of course, and you're the only one I'll let him do it with, so he's been nagging me to talk you into another go-round. Whaddaya say, we'll keep the sex among the three of us." Still whispering, I go, "Yeah, I guess. It was okay, but why can't we do a three-way if it's okay for Ryan to screw me?" Robby chews on his lip, then goes, "Oh, it's selfish of me, but I hate the thought of someone else fucking Ryan. I'm not ready for that yet." I ask, "By someone, you mean me, right?" He nods his head, "Yeah, I'm sorry, Dylan, but the thought of him being submissive to someone else like he is with me gives me stomach cramps." There's something so wrong about Robby's position on this, but before I can sort it out, Chubby's boisterously saying, "Okay, you whisperers, what are you whispering about?" I go, "You, of course. And we're fucking whispering so we don't wake Tris, ya nut." He goes, "Oh yeah, but mom's a heavy sleeper. Let's check the refrigerator". I say, "I already did," but he checks it anyway, and then mutters, "Hmmm, no brunch fixing in here, to speak of." I whisper, "No shit, sherlock, I just told you that." He smiles at me, saying, "Oh yeah, you did. Hey, you look cute this morning, Dylan. Did Robby sleep over last night and take care of you? Is that why you look so cute?" I go, "So many questions from you this morning? And, no, he didn't sleep over; we hooked up this morning, but that don't mean he didn't 'take care of me' as you put it," and when I glance at Robby, he's blushing slightly. Probably thinking about our hooking-up in a very sexual manner about forty-five minutes ago; that slight blush is a touch of the old Robby sneaking through his dominant facade, and it makes me smile, and ponder, 'Which one do I like better: old Robby or the new version?' Then I tell myself, 'Both.'

The three of us crowd into the Jeep with me driving and Robby in the middle. Chubby no sooner sits down when he wants to know, "What the hell did you spill on our seat, Dylan?" Oops, some of Robby's cum drippings from my ass, no doubt. I say, "Coffee, Chub. Robby and I already got the coffees." He mutters, "It's sticky here," then with more enthusiasm, "Oh, you got the coffees, good for you!" Robby's got the giggles over the cum under Chubby. I manage somehow to keep a straight face, asking, "What's so funny, Robby?" He falls into that giggling condition where the more you want to stop giggling, the more impossible that becomes. Chubby's like, "You think it's so funny, Robby, you sit in this seat on the way back, and I'll get the giggles, okay?" Robby giggles on, nodding his head that it's okay with him, and we make it to Stop & Shop without getting into an accident. Inside the store Chubby and I pick out Canadian bacon, Yukon gold potatoes, a green pepper and a sweet onion, which we plan to dice-up to add to the hash brown potatoes we're going to make from scratch, English muffins, and we already have eggs at home. Poached eggs on English muffin halves, hash brown potatoes and Canadian bacon. "Is that enough do ya think, Chubby?" He goes, "No, let's get something sweet. I'm thinking those Pillsbury cinnamon buns will be just the thing. We'll bake them and they've got the icing to add when the buns are hot right out of the oven. They're easy as hell to do and they'll smell great while baking." "Awesome idea," I say, and that's what we do. Robby's like, "Man, it all sounds delicious. Can I have brunch with you guys every Sunday?" Chubby squeezes the back of Robby's neck, like I do to Chubby, as he says, "Yeah giggles, 'cause you're so fuckin' cute; you and one of your boyfriends here," nodding his head at me, "make for great scenery while eating." Robby jokingly asks, "Will you be my third boyfriend, Chubby?" Chubby goes, "No, it'd hurt my bro's feelings and I love him to death, so you're out of luck." Robby goes, "Me too, I love him to death too," and I'm liking the drift of this conversation. To avoid the lines we check ourselves out in one of the self check-out lanes, and then Robby all of a sudden shows great interest in the candy display as Chubby and I are splitting the cost of the food. On the way out I see Cory Dunlevy limping around so I stop and ask how he's doing while Robby and Chubby continue on their way to the Jeep with the groceries. Cory tells me, "The ankle has a high sprain, so it's gonna take a while to heal. Don't forget to call me this summer though, we should go bowling at least once." I go, "Fer sure, Cory. Hey, that's a good haircut you got there. Did you do it yourself?" He's like, "Yeah, it turned-out really good and I saved nineteen dollars. Hard doing the back though." I say, "I'll cut your hair for free anytime, Cory." He goes, "Thanks, Dylan. I may take you up on that some time. You're an okay kid, I'm glad I met ya." We bump fists, something he wouldn't do when we first met, but he's loosened up considerable since then.

The brunch is a huge success and the moms outdo themselves complimenting how handsome Robby is and how fantastic this brunch is. Of course us three boys eat most of it, the moms have a little of each thing and then share a cinnamon bun taking such small nibbles from it that it might take them all day to finish their halves. But they claimed to love the sweet roll, and it's always fun talking with them even though they may ask a few too many questions about what's going on in our lives. Robby's the Robby of old with the moms and that's a damn sweet Robby too. His new pretend self also has sweetness because that's basically what he's all about. At one point during our brunch, while us boy are stuffing our faces with the food, my mom asks Robby if all three of us roommates get along all the time, and Robby goes, "Chubby and Dylan are great roommates, but I have to say, as great as it was sharing the apartment with Chubby, Dylan's been so awesome and supportive of me I just love him for being there all year for me, and we had to share a bedroom too, which couldn't have gone any better". Chubby mutters. "They had to share the bed too, the apartment came with a double bed in each bedroom, so ya know, that could be awkward for some guys." I give Chubby a hard look, and he goes into his imitation of my phony coughs that gets me laughing. Tris is patting Chubby's back, while telling my mom, "Jeffrey gets these coughing fits sometimes," my mom looks concerned, saying, "Dylan too. They're so alike," then both my mom and Tris look confused when us three boys laugh, we can't believe they don't realize our coughs are fake. It's fun 'cause the moms are so wonderful, and naive at the same time. After cleaning up the brunch dishes and pans, us boys endure all the kissing and hugging from the moms as we're leaving for the mall, so it's pretty much a normal Sunday morning as far as that goes.

In the Jeep Chubby insist he sit in the middle, for the first time in his life, obviously because of the 'coffee stain' on the shotgun seat. Robby anticipated that and has a paper towel from my place to put on the damp cum spot, so everyone's content. Chubby jokingly says, "I might get my lip pierced too," and Robby goes, "I'm thinking of getting my nose pierced, how ya think that would look, Dylan?" I say, "Why don't I get both my eyebrows and dick pieced too, my twin would probably like that." Chubby goes, "Twin? Who the fuck's your twin, Dylan? I thought we were the identical twins, that's what you've been telling me for years. What, we're triplets now?" Robby goes, "Dylan's referring to my other boyfriend.That's what he calls him, not me." Chubby says, "Dude, having two boyfriends at the same time is sick, and slightly stupid, no offense intended, but we're teenagers so what the fuck, anything goes I guess. Good luck to all three of you, but I'm sorry to have to give you this newsflash... you're all in a loser situation. Make up your mind and go for it. My bro can handle it any way it goes, can't ya bro?" I go, "Um, well if you say so Chubby." Robby's defensive, "It's only for a couple of months at the most, and Dylan knows that very well because it was his idea in the first place, as I've reminded him about a thousand times. I will always love Dylan more than anyone; I always have and I always will. I love him a hundred times more than any other boy on the planet; including someone as hot as your personage, Chubby." Chubby goes, "Personage? Who the fuck says that?" I go, "Ryan," and Robby drags out my name, "Dylaaan!" so I say, "Sorry, Robby, but you said it was a Ryan word." Chubby says, "You two numbnuts have your cat fight some other time, I'm ready for some serious pain so I'm gonna get my balls pierced in three places. Plus, I think Dylan's got a good idea, I'll get my dick pierced too." I go, "You're nonsensical!" Chubby's shaking his head, muttering, "Nonsensical my ass."

Inside the mall Robby and Chubby argue about where to get they should get their ear's pierced; their right ears of course, they both already have their left ear pierced, and they both did that because I got my ear pieced, although neither of them will admit it. I'm the fashion-setter, with an assist from the Mohawk man who helped me decide on the ear piercing fashion-statement by piercing my ear without me asking me if I wanted it pierced. That's a minor detail though; the fact is, I got my ear pierced first and my homies got their's pierced after they saw how cool I looked with a pierced ear. Willie gets an assist on my other pierced ear because he decided I'd get my other ear pierced in Key West, and now Robby and Chubby all of a sudden get the idea in their heads to do the same. Robby says, "I want a sterile place, not one of these fly-by-night booths down the center of the aisle." Chubby says, "Yeah, we'll try that jewelry shop, Kay's Jewelry." But when he asks about that at Kay's, he's informed the jewelry shop doesn't pierce ears, so they try Long's jewelry and they don't do it either. Robby says, "Okay, the hell with jewelry shops, let's choose the cleanest looking booth." Chubby rolls his eyes at me, and says, "Yes, what a great idea," then, "That goes without saying, Robby." Robby decides on a booth with a hot looking twenty-something year old guy behind the counter. The guy has way too many piercings himself, but Robby claims that means the kid's experienced at piercing. Chubby wants a booth with a hot chick, who also has way too many piercings visible on her, with Chubby stating the experience rational of Robby's applies to her too. I'm getting a headache from rolling my eyes so much, but they finally flip a coin and it comes up 'hot looking twenty-something-year-old guy'. Chubby goes, "If he fucks this up Robby, I'm gonna pierce someplace on you," and Robby gets him in a headlock, muttering, "If you can." Yeah, we act like twelve year olds at times.

The guy in the booth appears to be uber straight, and he appears to be bored with his job as well. Not in love with his lot in life apparently. He takes a deep breath when Chubby announces to the guy he's got two customers who want their ears pierced. Letting the air out slowing the hot-looking guy, mutters, "Oh goodie..." Chubby gives me a grin, muttering, "This should work-out swell." The guy in the booth, who has a name tag claiming he's 'Thor M', asks, in a monotone, "You guys got ID, you need to be eighteen before I'm allowed to do it. Owner's rules, not mine 'cause I don't give a shit." Now Robby and Chubby exchange glances as I hold back a snicker observing the situation, happy not to be involved in it. Chubby pokes his tongue in his cheek as he looks at Thor over the top of the cool sunglasses he's wearing, then takes out his license to show the guy, asking, "Can I get my dick pierced too?" Thor mutters, "If you want to, but not here," then to Robby, "You got a license?" Robby shows him and Thor says, "It's fifteen bucks unless you buy something, then it's free. Ya gonna buy something?" This begins a painful, for me, fifteen minute inspection of earrings by Robby and Chubby. I start boy-watching of the passing parade wandering around the mall. There are always some teenage boys in a mall, but for the first ten minutes they're nothing to write home about. Then a gem walks towards me with a pretty girl by his side. That's a bad sign, but there are some astonishingly cute boys wasting their lives on the other team; misguided souls, ya know. This misguided soul is maybe twenty years old, somewhere around there, and he's hot! First off he's dressed in cool A & F stuff, so he's got some money, probably from his folks, and he walks sexily with a slightly arrogant expression on his face, as if to say, 'That's right, I'm cool and fuck you if you don't like it!', and probably in his head he includes 'asshole' at the end of that. He looks the conceited type. Sunglasses up on the top, front, part of his head, just so everyone knows he's got Oakleys, and he's rocking the perfect slim, tight body; all six feet of him. He's got one hand in his pocket and the other one's holding a cigarette, an unlit cigarette just so everyone knows he's cool enough to smoke. He's got a bit of facial hair purposely unshaven I suspect, and a recent haircut of his light brown hair; it's very short with a shaved-in hairline across his forehead and down to his sideburns, which have been shaved to points. His face is stupidly cute with perfectly proportioned features that I'm guessing he wishes were more macho looking, although gay boys and straight girls probably cream in their jeans if he gives them a smile, which I imagine is a rare occurrence for mister Cool. The girl keeps glancing over at him and I can't say I blame her. I'm looking at him while rubbing my chin, miming that I'm trying to think of something while I do it, so if he glances at me he'll think I'm in a fog looking at nothing in particular. He gets hotter and cuter the closer he gets and when he's almost next to me I smell the sexy cologne he's wearing. The girl asks him, "Johnny, how 'bout we stop at the food court?" He says, "The food's too expensive and I'm not sure the places there are clean enough for me eat in." As if that isn't bad enough, he has this totally uncool, high-pitched pipsqueak of a voice that you might hear come from a cartoon character. Jesus! Well, at least he didn't pick his nose and eat a booger like Frehchie in Key west. Way to fuck up your image, dude.

Robby asks me, "What do you think of these, Dylan?" He's holding up a pair of little hoop earrings that look very similar to mine. I go, "They look familiar," and Robby goes, "Oh yeah, they are kinda the same as your's, aren't they?" Not really, they're look-alike with mine, but mine are gold and those are stainless steel. I go, "Yeah, they're hoops like mine so obviously I like them, Robby. How much are they?" He goes, "The two of them are $29.95 plus tax and the piercing is free." I shrug, "Go for it, dude, you'll be too cool for school wearing those; they're macho looking." Robby nods his head at the grumpy sales guy, and Thor says, "Down here. You're not a bleeder are you?" Robby frowns, muttering, "No, of course not." Grumpy Thor takes a minute rubbing his hands down with sanitizer, then opens a sterile packet containing a needle, puts a thing at the back of Robby's ear and pushes the needle through, leaving it there as Robby winches, then Thor slides in the ear ring giving Robby a sterile gauze to stem the slight bleeding. Robby hands the guy his debit card holding his pierced ear with the gauze, then looks at me mouthing, "OW!" smiling his cute smile at me before punching his security code into a little computer thingie the grumpy guy points at. Through with the transaction, Robby comes over, asking, "Do you really like the earrings I picked out?" He's definitely the old Robby at the moment and I've got the strongest urge to kiss him. Robby's basic sweetness is irresistible, but instead of kissing him I squeeze the back of his neck, and then whisper in his ear, "I love 'em, Robby, and I love you too, a whole bunch!" He grins and Chubby says, "Dylan, look at these and tell me what you think, okay?" I squeeze Robby's hand, as he retires his grin. Checking-out what Chubby's picked out, I see they're basically the same as mine and Robby's, little hoops, except Chubby's are titanium and cost three times as much as Robby's. I go, "Perfect, Chub, go for it," and he does, except when grumpy Thor pierces Chubby's ear, Chubby lets out a screech that gets Robby and me laughing and Thor frowning, muttering at Chubby, "Ya big baby," and then slipping in the earring. I take Robby's old earring out and put the matching hoop one in and ta da, he's almost as cool as me. Well, let's not get carried away, but he's cool and I still want to kiss him.

As Chubby's pretending to be in pain, Robby looks at his reflection in the mirror on the counter and smiles that he approves. Now, if they'd only follow my lead, the lead Willie caused in the first place, and get matching haircuts to mine then we could be the three musketeers, fer sure. Chubby's paying cash as he mutters to Thor, "Here ya go, ya barbarian." I exchange Chubby's old earring for the matching titanium one and we strut down to Game Stop to check out the latest computer games. Later we're wandering around, Chubby making us laugh with his outrageous observations of our fellow mall walkers, when we run into one of Chubby's girlfriends, a friend of Chubby's from high school who happens to be a girl, not a girlfriend per se. Chubby didn't start formally dating until about ten months ago. Chubby and the girl are catching up on their different college experiences with Chubby tell one lie after another, so Robby and I drift away to sit on a bench. He's dabbing at his pierced ear, complaining, "This fucker's sore," I go, "It doesn't last long," and when two ladies sit down next to us, Robby takes my bicep and sort of guides me up off the bench and over against a pillar, then says, "Um, Dylan, I wanna tell you something that you need to be calm about." I go, "Sure, Robby, what is it?" He dabs at his sore ear again with the gauze, muttering low so I need to strain to hear him, "It's, ah, that Ryan's roommate doesn't have a final tomorrow so he's staying at his home in Methuen and, um, well, I'm spending the night with Ryan." I give him a dead-eye blank stare and he adds, "Don't be like that, this is the first chance Ryan and I have had to sleep together and I sleep with you almost every night when we're at the apartment. I need to be fair to Ryan too." I chew on my lips, going, "Okay, fine. Thanks for the heads-up," and he lifts my face with a finger under my chin, asking, "You okay?" I make a face like, 'Are you kidding, of course I'm fine', then say, "Yes, I'm fine. I'll miss you, but... ah, I wanted to mention something to you too, and this is as good a time as any. Willie's coming up Wednesday to see Merrimack and all, and he's spending the night." Robby wraps me in his arms as lots of people are walking by, and says, "Thank God! Lately I've been getting the biggest guilt trip ever. Oh man, this is a relief. You haven't been doing any catting around and I'm beginning to feel guilty for all my stuff with Ryan, especially Friday night. I sucked doing that to you, but we've had a sexy weekend, right?" I go, "Fer sure! So, um, you don't mind if I spend the night with Willie?" Robby calms down some when he says, "I wouldn't go that far, but it's part of the deal so I'm resigned to it. Now I'll feel better about leaving you alone tonight. I'm jealous of Willie, I admit it, but that's not a new condition for me."

Chubby's here now so we break off that discussion and we listen to him tell us something his friend told him that he thinks is funny. When Chubby's through with the short recitation Robby laughs and I chuckle along with him, although I didn't really pay attention to what he said because I was thinking of Robby's confession about how guilty he's feeling lately, and how he's especially guilty about screwing Ryan last Friday night, which was suppose to be Robby's and my time together. My conclusion is: I like that he's feeling guilty 'cause I sure as shit have felt my share of that particular emotion many times, and more importantly he must really care about me to feel so guilty. Then we walk to the food court for ice cream cones and while I'm standing in line behind Robby and Chubby, Travis Hunter comes up behind me and pinches my ass, asking, "How's the hot ass-man doing," referring back to when I ran into Travis here a couple of weeks ago, which led to me inferring I liked girls with hot asses, and him inviting us guys to a party at his house that same night. The very same night Robby fucked me in the cupola. I go, "Yo, Travis, whassup?" He says, "Well, there's no party unfortunately," and I ask, "Have your 'rents gotten over that last party yet?" He goes, "Oh yeah, they were only pissed at my brother and me for a week or so and then it's time to move on." He's got his arm around my shoulders, asking, "Did ya hear Payton Sims came out of the closet; he's gay and he's got a boyfriend at Drexel, where he's going to college. Actually Dick Ramus outed him, but then Payton confirmed it." I don't know who those two guys are because Travis and I hung out with different crowds in high school, so there's no reason I should know them. Now, because we both go to Merrimack, it seems Travis has adopted me as his bud. I go, "No shit? I didn't hear anything about it," and Travis sort of flicks his finger against my hear a few times with the fingers on his arm across my shoulders. He asks, "What do you think of gays? I've got nothing against them myself, and I texted that to Payton. I told him to be himself, particularly in this day and age when nobody much cares if you're gay or not. I sure don't and, as a matter of fact, I might even try a little of bi activity myself one of these days," and he plays with my ear a little more. It's my turn to order a cone, so to be different, I ask for a small cone with plain chocolate ice cream. The kid behind the counter looks startled because this place offers twenty-nine flavors of ice cream, and everyone orders an unusual one, like peanut butter and nuts. I say to the startled kid behind the counter, "I roll a little differently than the ordinary ice cream lover." he mutters, "What flavor does your boyfriend want?" and I go, "Want a cone, Travis? My treat," and he's like, "Yeah, Dylan," then to the startled kid, "I'll have a vanilla cone," and the kid actually grins, looking cute too, saying, "You guys are breaking my balls, ain't cha?" Travis says, "Yes, we are," and the kid dips our ice cream and plops it on a cone, saying, "That'll be four-fifty." I give him a five, muttering "Keep the change." Travis had to take his arm off my shoulder when the kid passed him the cone, and I say to Travis, "There's my homies," pointing at the table Chubby and Robby are sitting at eating their cones, "Why don't ya join us." Travis licks his ice cream with a damn nice looking tongue, then nods at the kid behind the counter, saying, "How 'bout that dufus thinking we're boyfriends?" I take a lick of my cone and it's very chocolatey, not the faint taste of some chocolate ice cream. I go, "Yeah, how 'bout that," then, just to test a theory I've had about Travis being bi, I say, "Let me have a lick of your cone," and he goes, "You can lick mine if I can lick your's," and his eyes are sending an obvious message. He kinda hot in a different kind of way then most cute guys, and while he's come-on to me at Merrimack too, it's never been this blatant. I play it straight, muttering, "Sure," and hold out my cone and Travis licks right over the spot I just licked, while looking me right in the eyes. To tease him, I do the same to his vanilla cone while looking him in the eyes. He swallows, then in a chirpy voice, asks, "Did ya ever try the stuff Payton must be doing?" I innocently ask, "Like what?" and Travis sucks on his bottom lip, then comes right out with, "Suck your buddies dick, just to see what it's like." I go, "Oh that, sure I've done that many times, I'm gay, didn't you know that?" He goes, "No, I didn't, but you're one sexy motherfucker so I thought maybe, ya know, because I never saw you with a girl or anything like that." I go, "Most gays don't date girls although I had a date this year; I took her to The House Of Blues. Where's your girlfriend, by the way?" He nods his head and I look in that direction and see his butch girlfriend with her arm around a hefty, tough-looking girl's shoulders, their faces close together as they talk. I go, "She's looking good today," and Travis mutters, "Bullshit. What do ya say, ya wanna mess around with me sometime?" I go, "Sure, Travis. Not today though, I'm with my homies, but some other time. How's that?" He smiles a really nice smile, saying, "That's awesome, that's how that is. Thanks, Dylan, and... um, you're really hot!" I grin, saying, "Yeah, I know 'cause I hear that all the times." He goes, "Jeez, can I have your cell number?" I go, "Sure," and give it to him and he gives me his. He's got a big grin on his face, saying, "Thanks, Dylan, um, ah, no really, thank you! I'll call ya," I go, "Okay, see ya around, Travis." He's walking towards his butch, so-called girlfriend, looking back at me, then he calls out, "Thanks for the cone," and I wave my hand like, 'Forget about it, it's nothing.' Chuckling to myself, I'm thinking, 'That was fun,' as I walk over and sit down with the boys. Chubby asks, "What'd Travis want?" I go, "Hard to say, he's very cryptic," and Robby goes, "So are you, what words did he use?" I go, "Hmmm, I know 'vanilla' was one of them, and um..." Chubby laughs, saying, "Lets get outta here, I got to study for tomorrow's final."

We walk outside smoking a cigarette on our way to the Jeep. Chubby says, "I cannot fucking wait until this week is over!" I go, "Ditto, how 'bout you Robby?" and he goes, "Yeah, in one way I can't wait to be dome freshman year, but it'll mean our freshman year is over and we're never getting it back again." Chubby goes, "Very fucking deep, Robby, you're a deep thinker, ain't cha?" Robby goes, "I don't know, what do you think, Dylan?" I go, "This conversation is way the fuck over my head already. When are you heading back to Merrimack, Robby?" He says, "Right after dinner. My mom's making me my favorite, chicken and dumplings dinner," and Chubby goes, "Chicken and dumplings? What the hell kind of meal is that; what are you guys pioneers or something? You gonna eat it around a camp fire?" and the conversation unfortunately never got much above that level of discord as I drive us to Robby's house to drop him off. Saying goodbye to him, I add, "I'll get a ride back with Chubby, see ya later, Robby. Don't have too much fun tonight, okay?" He goes, "I'll try not to, you either," as I'm thinking, 'Hey, maybe Chubby will sleep with me tonight. Romeo-Robby will be with my twin boyfriend and I need a sleeping partner. Or maybe I'll call Travis".

to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com

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