DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 58
By Donny Mumford
We fell asleep after the dildo fuck, me naked and Willie fully clothed. My cock and scrotum rings are tight around the base of my cock and at the top of my scrotum, and my hands are tethered together behind me in some kind of cuff that Willie buckled so I can't get out of it. I wake up with no idea what time it is, and with Willie still sleeping beside me. My cock is hard and the cock ring is digging into the flesh increasing the sensations of having a boner, which is always nice to wake up to. Boners are one of my favorite things and I'd be stroking mine if my hands were free. My ass still feels wide open so maybe I haven't been sleeping long. I scrunch down a little on the mattress to look at Willie's watch on his wrist and discover it's one minute past midnight. Jeez, it's been almost three hours since Willie pulled the fat, eight-inch dildo from my ass. Oh yeah, then he fucked me too and my ass still hasn't closed completely. My hands tied behind my back and the cock and scrotum rings go a long way towards maintaining my current submissive frame of mind, which is why I hesitate waking Willie. Submissive boys don't wake their dominant man unless they're looking for another spanking, which I'm not in the mood for at this particular time. Looking at Willie now, he appears so youthful and innocent in his sleep, and he is youthful although not really all that innocent. Willie's the most unique boy I know, which is partially why I'm attracted to him, and maybe it's also why I can't love him. He's too unique. Also I'm feeling a strong urge to see Robby, and maybe Ryan too. I wonder if I should mention the dildo idea to little Ryan. I can just see him nodding his head real fast agreeing to fuck me with a dildo, then pushing his little round eyeglasses up his cute nose. Damn, Ryan's dominant sex is pretty special, too. I find that surprising and maybe that's because he's so little, maybe that's why his dominant sex seems so hot to me. He said he used to get real submissive with BDSM boys in the past because they were really dominant types, older, and much bigger than him. He's convinced the dominant boys' size and age added to his submissiveness, but I think him being smaller adds to my submissiveness to him when he's showing his hidden dominant side. You know, a little runt like him bossing me around. Damn, we gotta do that again real soon. He's got an oversized cock considering his body type too, it's almost as big as Willie's. Ryan gives me a damn good fuck. My cocks getting harder just thinking about him. Weird!
I take a chance and quietly say, "Willie, Willie wake up," then a little louder, "Willie, undo my wrists, I need to pee." His eyes open and he smiles at me, so probably no spanking this time, then he mutters, "Hi, beautiful." He's always giving me compliments. I ask, "Will you undo my hands so I can pee?" He asks, in a stern manner, "Is Dylan still Willie's good boy?" and him saying it in that forceful way sends me further into submissiveness. I nod my head real fast like Ryan does, saying, "Yeah, Willie, I'm still your good boy." He leans over and kisses me, then whispers in my ear, "Willie's good boy needs to have his wrists bound so I can fuck him like that. It's a fantasy I've had for years. Well, in my submissive days I fantasized Larry fucking me with my hands tied behind my back. So I've actually had a form of this fantasy even before you and me met. So, you'll let Willie fulfill his fantasy, won't you?" He said it in the form of a whispery question, but it sounded more like an order. I don't really have much choice anyway being that I'm naked with my hands secured behind me and can't very well go anywhere, so I say, "Sure I will, Willie. But I still need to pee." He goes, "Remember Key West when I held your dick so you could pee?" In a bit of a trance from the unbelievably high level of his audacity, I go, "Uh huh," and he grins, saying, "That's what we'll do now too, just like in Key West. Come on in the bathroom." It's surprisingly awkward getting out of bed with my arms tied behind my back, but I manage and follow Willie into the bathroom. He stands behind me and takes my dick in his fingers to direct my hard cock down at the toilet bowl, and I pee. It feels cool peeing with a boner, but my boner softens some in the process. Then I stupidly watch Willie take a piss, although his dick is soft. As he's pissing, he asks, "How do you like the feel of your cock ring?" In a trance I go, "It's nice," and Willie goes, "Good. I'll leave it on until tomorrow. I like seeing you with that thing on. It gives me a special dominant feeling and I know it feels good wearing a cock ring because I've had one myself. You know, when Devon made me wear it for hours. He spanked me three times with a cock ring around my dick and I never lost my boner, and that's even though he spanks harder than I do. I liked getting spanked again because that submissive feeling is so calming, but I don't like spanking you. Oh sure, I fulfill my dominant responsibilities, but I don't particularly like it." Done his piss, he says, "Down on your knees and suck your man's cock, boy." Damn! That got my balls buzzing again 'cause he said it so authoritatively. I get on my knees and Willie rubs the head of his cock around my face with the last drip of pee smearing under my nose, then he orders, "Open," and I open my mouth wide and get my tongue out as far as I can so he can slide his cock in my mouth on my tongue. Damn it's a long cock, but I start with the head only, sucking and licking it while thinking about how much I like sucking a cute boy's dick. When it gets hard Willie slides it down my throat and I gag a little, then feel it fill my throat tightly. He cups behind my head and pulls my face against his pubes and I work my throat muscles on his boner. When I struggle against his hand he lets my head move back and his boner slides out of my throat. I take a deep inhale, smelling Willie's body scent, which I really like, then his boner goes in my throat again as he lets out a long sigh, "Aaaaaaaaahhhh...." My eyes go to the top of their sockets looking at Willie bending his head back and moaning again, "Ooooooohh yeaaaaah." His boner comes up again as I gasp for air and Willie says, "Get on the bed!" I get right to my feet and do what I'm told.
He goes, "Good boy! On your belly so Willie can fuck you fast and hard." I lay on my stomach anxious to feel his cock up my ass. My cock inside the cock ring is hard again, squished under me, flat against my belly feeling good. Willie gets on the bed with a knee on either side of me and pushes his saliva coated cock head against my anus, and then spreads the lips pushing it inside me and while it's not nearly as thick as the dildo, it feels wonderful in my ass just the same. A real cock, attached to a cute boy, is better than any dildo, that's my conclusion... one I've reached with only the one dildo experience. It's what I thought was the case even after that bizarre orgasm I had with the dildo. That orgasm was more like peeing cum than climaxing. Willie pushes his boner in all the way and then lays on my back with my arms pinned under him. He says in my ear, "How's Willie's cock feel filling your pussy, baby?" I grunt, "It feels awesome, Willie," and he chuckles saying, "It slid in easy after that big dildo opened your pussy up. It still hasn't closed all the way. We're gonna do that a lot; the dildo fuck followed by my cock, then wait a few hours and I'll fuck you again without the dildo. How's that?" I'm in an agreeable mood due to my submissive nature at the moment, so I'd probably agree to almost anything he says. I go, "That'll be great, Willie, but I like you fucking me even more than the dildo, and that's true even though you can't twist your cock like you twist the dildo." He chuckles, then says, "I know you like Willie fucking you, baby, and we're going to be doing it a lot this summer. Next time I want to get my cock in your ass next to the dildo too. You had your climax earlier then expected so I didn't get a chance tonight. Actually, this summer I'm going to fuck you into being my submissive boy every time we're together, and eventually you'll be all mine, won't ya?" I go, "Maybe Willie, we'll see," but even as I say that I know I'll never be Willie's boy because I want to be Ryan's... I mean Robby's. That was a dumb mistake mixing up their names.
Willie says, "Laying on your body feels good except your hands are digging into my stomach." So he lifts up and starts fucking me and I'm soon gasping from the great feeling in my ass and cock. Willie's driving his eight-inch boner in my pussy without letting up and he's soon grunting from the effort ,and moaning with pleasure between his grunts. His crotch slams into my buttocks with each drive in my ass and the bed is bouncing and the springs make constant squeaking noises accompanying Willie's and my moans of pleasure. I love getting fucked and being tied up adds a lot to my submissive mood, which increases my sexual pleasure. I feel the need to cum quickly, but the cock ring prevents any early ejaculation from this boy. Damn! It feels good and I begin writhing on the bed moaning and moving my face back and forth on the sheet spreading my own saliva around my face. Willie fucks me hot and heavy and the sensations in my ass are fantastic. We're both making a lot of goofy sounds, reveling in our sex, and then Willie gasps and lets out a yelp as I feel his cum spatter inside my ass and I want to cum so badly, but can't. Not until Willie continues fucking me after his climax. He's sliding his hard cock in and out of my ass in his own creamy cum and finally I shudder my whole body and almost knock Willie off me as I'm humping my hips off the mattress shooting tight spirals of cum that manage to squeeze past both my cock and scrotum rings giving me continuous orgasm sensations for much longer than normal. I struggle to free my hands so I can stroke my cock, but can't so I'm moving back and forth on the sheet massaging my boner under me while Willie is laughing, then saying, "Whoa, a bucking bronco, hahaha." Eventually calming down, I realize I'm cummy and sweaty. Willie fucks me a little longer, then pulls his softening boner out and gives my ass three hard, loud smacks, which I do a quiet "Ow' to, but not so Willie can hear me. "Come on, baby, your man is gonna bathe you now." I lay here a second and Willie smacks my ass again, saying, "Now, Dylan," and I slide off the bed to avoid another ass smack. Walking to the bathroom, I try massaging my smacked ass only to get another smack, "No rubbing your spanking away, boy!" Willie's calling me his 'boy' and referring to himself as 'my man' more then ever, so maybe he's trying to instill that idea in my head. It just might be working, too. Then I wonder what happened to the non-submissive me, the one in the club earlier tonight.
Standing in the shower getting wet, I wait for Willie to get undressed, then he joins me and shampoos my very short hair making me think of the latest haircut Willie got for me, which seems like a long time ago because Willie packs a lot into our dates. After the shampoo rinses out of my hair Willie washes my body and then uses the handheld shower head to rinse me off. He says, "On your knees and see if you can suck another boner on me." I get down and suck his cock as the water cascades down on me. It takes awhile but I get a half-decent boner on him and he says, "This'll work. Stand up so I can fuck you again." His cocks slides in easily as my ass hasn't closed from the last fuck, and Willie fucks me for another ten minutes raising a nice boner on me, but neither of us reaches orgasm. Felt damn good though and when he pulls his cock out I have the urge to ask him to fuck me longer, but manage to suppress it. It's like Willie's fucking me into a state where I need it again, like he did in Key West. I stay in the shower while Willie washes himself and then we get out and Willie dries me. While he's doing that I wonder why I'm not nagging him to unbuckle my cuff and free my hands. Guess he has me in a very submissive mood and it started with that dildo fuck. That was something when I think back on it, actually it makes me shudder just thinking of it. Willie asks, "Are you experiencing that little boy thing again, baby?" And I realize I am, but it snuck up on me which is probably why I'm going along with the cock ring and handcuffed hands. My man knows what's best for me. I say, "Yes, Willie, I am," and he says, "Relaxing feeling isn't it?" I go, "Uh huh," and he smacks my ass, "You're good to go, boy. Get in bed, we need some sleep." I scamper into the bedroom to avoid another smack on my ass and wiggle under the covers. Willie finishes drying himself and gets under the cover, then wraps me in his arms. A few kisses and then he sucks on the hickey he gave me earlier, he sucks it until I'm about to scream, but finally he mutters, "That's a beauty." A goodnight kiss follows and then, "Goodnight, Dylan. I turned this date around, didn't I, baby?" I mumble, "You sure did, Willie," and I fall asleep with my hands tied behind me and my cock ring tight around my cock. My balls never stop vibrating inside that scrotum ring.
Next thing I know the sunlight is in my eyes and I'm in bed alone. I roll over with yet another boner and hear the toilet flush. I try to move my arms, then remember I'm handcuffed. I'm not feeling like a little boy this morning. Instead I remember my final exam this afternoon and I realize I haven't studied much for it. The exam isn't until one o'clock, but I'm going to tell Willie it's at eleven so I can study for an hour and a half. Willie comes out of the bathroom as I ask, "Can you unbuckle my cuff, Willie?" He smiles saying, "I like you this way, Dylan. It's like you're my prisoner. No, it's more like I own you and I'd love to own you as just mine all the time, twenty-four/seven. I wish you and me were together every minute of every day and you were always so submissive to me that you stayed in your little boy frame of mind." He sits on the side of the bed and rubs my head, then caresses my cheek leaving the palm of his hand there, and says, "You're the cutest boy I've ever seen; you're beautiful, like I'm always telling you, and I love you. I'm going to make you mine; I'm convinced of that. I'll treat you like a prince, but I'll be your king. We'll travel the world and I'll fuck you in every country except China 'cause they're scary there." I'm wondering if he's finally lost his mind although the thought of being treated like a prince traveling the world has a certain allure to it, but I'd rather do it with Robby... or Chubby, fer sure. I'd like to be fucked in every country there is, except China. Maybe not Iran either. I say, "Willie, I have a final exam at eleven o'clock so I gotta get going. When's our next date?" He cups my chin and leans over to kiss me, then says, "Come on in the bathroom and I'll brush your teeth for you 'cause you've got morning breath." He says that without a doubt in his head that I'll do it, and he's right. Willie can be like hypnotic to me. I guess I admire his confidence and his audacity, things I'll never have to the degree he has... not even close. I slide off the bed and he gets his arm around my neck and hugs me, then kisses me with a lot of tongue, so I guess my morning breath isn't all that bad. As he kisses me he strokes my cock until it's hard in my cock ring and my balls come to life after a night of vibrating while sleeping. At the end of a two-minute make out that leaves me gasping for breath, he says, "I'm going to brush my boyfriend's teeth for him and then I'm going to fuck him hard so he won't forget me. Oh, and our next date will be Saturday night. I'll pick you up at five-thirty because I've got primo seats for the Red Sox game." He's got me back in a trance-like condition and the dog collar thing enters my mind again. I guess we'll need to stay at hotels around the world that allow pets in the rooms.
He's ignored my request to free my hands so they're still bound behind me and I'm still naked, but Willie is too. He brushes my teeth with the toothbrush he bought for me; it's a Braun toothbrush that runs on batteries. I keep my mouth open and he brushes my teeth better than I ever do. Then he holds a cup to my mouth and I take some water as Willie says, "Gargle good for your man." Then mouth wash and I'm falling into a deep, submissive mood and it feels so good, it's like everything is being taken care of and it's dreamy and wonderful; not a care in the world. My last final exam is now merely a distant concern, nothing to worry about. Willie massages the back of my neck as he does the brushing and what comes after, the rinsing and mouth wash, while saying, "That's Willie's good boy," as if I'm doing something special. Then he wets one of the washcloths he bought at Kohl's yesterday and washes my face, "Willie takes care of his good boy," and by the time he's finished washing me and drying my face, I'm a ten year old boy leaning into my nice daddy. Willie kisses me again, then takes hold of my cock and leads me to the bed were I get on my stomach again. He fucks me so hard I'm squealing with pleasure, and finally cum under my stomach and lay in it as Willie's filling me up with his creamy spunk again. I'm limp and wanting more, so I meekly ask him for it and Willie fucks me again and I want to stay here in this dumpy room and be taken care of and fucked by Willie until next year some time. We'll eat at Burton's every night then come back to the room and Willie will tie my hands behind me and fuck me three or four times a day and maybe more than that. My body's shuddering with thrilling chills running all around me as I lay in my spunk while Willie plows my pussy again and it's so good I'm whimpering in pleasure. When he's had enough he spanks my ass, as he's saying, "Remember Dylan, no one can give you sexual pleasure like me." My ass is red and stinging as he unbuckles my hand cuff, adding, "Now I need to get you to your final exam. We have plenty of time, but maybe you need to study a little first, I always do, so I'll get you to your apartment by ten. How's that, baby?" I get off the bed, but Willie's tells me, "Sit on the edge of the bed, honey, and I'll take my boy's cock and scrotum rings off. Ya don't want to have a boner distracting you during the exam, hee hee, although there are worse things." I'm in a total fog because he's fucked me and dominated me so totally I can't think straight. Through the fog in my head I still know unequivocally that I can never love Willie and that's a strange and confusing thought because he thinks he loves me so much. I'll never be able to return his love and someday, maybe as early as the end of the summer, that realization will occur to him or maybe I'll need to tell him and it will hurt him and that's what makes me sad. Then I think of another boy who thinks he loves me, a boy completely opposite to Willie; I could love him except I love Robby. I'm referring to Connor, of course, and I do love him, but not with a lover's love. I wonder how many other boys have the problem I have of a number of boys who love me and I also wonder why they love me. Is it because I'm loose with sex? I don't think that's all there could be to it though, so what is it?
Willie asks, "Why so quiet, Dylan?" and it's like a wake up call. I shake my head and then shake it again, saying, "I was in one of those trances you can put me in, Willie. It's nice, but kinda scary too. How do you do that?" He goes, "Ya got me, Dylan... I don't do it on purpose. Maybe because you feel how much I love you and that gets you so happy you get in a trance hoping I never stop loving you." I go, "No, that's not it." Then I feel my stinging ass, and ask, "How come you spanked my ass? I didn't do anything wrong!" He chuckles and explains, "Yeah, you didn't, but that spanking is for the wrong things you're going to do with other boys that makes Willie jealous. That's what that last spanking was for, and you'll remember your man from your stinging ass and sore pussy." I give him a funny look, then say, "You know my boyfriend is Robby, so of course we're going to do what you consider a bad thing." He goes, "He's just one of your boyfriends, I'm the other one. Let me get the cock rings off you." And with my dick still a little stiff, because of the ring, it doesn't come off as easily as it went on, but he gets it off and I stroke myself, feeling free. Willie says, "We better hurry, I don't want to screw up your last final." Willie can be very considerate at times like this, then other times, not so much. I have feelings for him because we have a real history together. Actually, I hope I always know him, just not the way he wants. I stand up and put my arms around his neck to kiss him, and then he goes, "You loving me yet, baby?" I mutter, "Not yet," and he says, "You did once and you will again," and I say, "I don't know about that, Willie. I mean I'll love you as a friend and fuck buddy, but a lover's love isn't probably in the cards." He laughs and says, "Jesus, thanks for letting me down with a sledge hammer, but I think I'll change your mind with time. Time is a great equalizer." I go, "I'm not sure what that means," and he says, "You'll see. Let's get dressed and vacate this dump. How's your back? That fucking mattress is horrible and it gave me a backache." I kiss him again because he's being regular now and I'm happy to be feeling more myself again too. As we're getting dressed, he asks, "You up for that Red Sox game?" I say, "Yes, but only because you got front row box seats. The Red Sox are sucking so far this year and Jacoby's and Crawford's are both on the disabled list and...." He mumbles, "Yeah, yeah, I feel the same way, but they got too much talent not to bounce back and it's early in the season." We talk about regular stuff like sports as we dress and by the time we load our satchels in Willie's hot car I have a hard time believing the way things went the last twenty-four hours, and especially the trances I was in for a lot of it. I'm very sexually satisfied for the moment and must admit Willie's a good lover; hard, but good. I feel good except my ass still stings from Willie's spankings, and as Willie drives too fast down route 114, I feel like I've indeed been on the thrill ride that I think Willie is. He never disappoints on that score. Still, it's only small amounts of a thrill ride for this boy from now on. Willie's got too much of something and it all has to do with sex, not love; not for me anyway.
He drops me off at the apartment giving me a long wet kiss and professing his love for me. I was pretty honest with him at the motor inn so I don't feel like I need to go over that again. Instead I say, "Thank you, Willie. You're very sweet and I had a good time although I could have done without the Fantasy Film experience, and so many spankings." He says, "That Fantasy Films thing was bad, but you took care of that drunk Mac pretty effectively. Shit, I can still see that fat fuck dumped on the floor when you turned over his wheelchair. It took me by surprise." I go, "He deserved it with the taser he threatened us with." We kiss again as a couple of my fellow apartment dwellers gawk at us, but I don't know them so fuck 'em. I get out of the Porsche with my artificial leather satchel and the new clothes Willie bought me and wave goodbye to him as he roars out of the parking lot. He drives too fast. Willie met me at Fuddruckers less than twenty-four hours ago, but it seems like three or four days to me now. I noticed when we were driving over here that my ass is sore, and I mean my smacked ass and my rectum. Willie packs a lot of spanking and fucking into a short period of time, but I think it's that huge dildo that's to blame for most of the soreness inside me. I had the strangest orgasms with the cock and scrotum rings on too. Expect the unexpected with Willie. Damn, I think there's a rash starting on my buttocks too; it's from the wet cum in my panties for almost the entire date. I find myself walking a bit oddly now. I forgot about the hickey Willie gave me and then sucked on periodically keeping it shiny and red and sore as hell. And, I forgot to text Robby about when to expect me, which I do now in the parking lot, then light a cigarette nervously because I'm probably gonna get my ass smacked by him for the hickey and my ass is already sore. I deserve it though, I let myself go again like I did in Key West and looking back on it I feel stupid and embarrassed at the way I acted. Can't even blame Willie because I give all the wrong signals to him. Maybe it's him that's causing me to give those wrong signals though. Hmmm? Maybe he's a bad influence on me.
I check my cell phone, but there's on return text from Robby so I smoke a cigarette in the parking lot leaning up against the front railing. The last thing I want to do is to walk in on Robby fucking my twin, so I'm going to wait out here until I learn what's up with Rob, I mean Robby. Jeez, Ryan's got me calling Robby Rob. Finished with my cigarette I walk around the parking lot looking for the pickup. It's not in Robby's premium spots where he normally parks, but he could have been forced to park in the next lot over, like I usually need to do. Wish I had my study guide with me so I could be studying instead of wasting time. Sitting on the steps I rub my hair and, yeah, this haircut is even too short for me so it's gonna raise some eyebrows with the moms and my homies. Willie really can fuck me up in a short period of time when he puts his mind to it. Hmmm, how submissive do I feel right now? It's hard to gauge when I'm by myself, I'll know better when I see my twin and Robby. Guess I'm in a down mood after all the highs from the sex Willie laid on my pussy. I feel funny, like I'm unsure of myself so there is some left over submissiveness, but not the good kind. It's kind of like a hangover, actually. Looking at my hands I see they're a little shaky and I definitely feel nervous; a guilty conscience I suppose. Yeah, but Robby and Ryan have been doing it too so why do I have a guilty conscience? Probably because I stupidly overdid it again. Jesus. How'd I let Willie keep my hands cuffed behind me for twelve hours? And the cock ring thingie too? How does he do it? Oh, and to add to my problems, I agreed to another date with him this Saturday. Okay, I'm fucked; that's all there is to it. I get up and walk around the parking lot some more and my ass is definitely chapped, it's mostly in my ass crack I think. I've still got the same damp girlie panties on, too! Could I be more of a fuck off?! Then a text: 'Dylan, good! You're back at a reasonable time. I'll meet you in twenty minutes. Driving your twin to his final and them I'll be right home. Love, Robby.' Well okay! They're not in the apartment so I can get cleaned-up before he gets here, but why's he driving Ryan when Ryan's got his own car?
Running up the steps and then into the apartment, there's Chubby studying at the desk in his room. "Dylan! Where ya been? Did you and Robby rent a motel room or something?" Well, that tells me Robby spent the night with Ryan, which lessens my guilty conscience somewhat. I say, "Hi, Chubby! See my new haircut?" He goes, "Jesus! That's a beauty alright. Guess you had to get it cut like that to cover-up that kid's fucked-up attempt at cutting your hair." I mutter, "Yeah, but he's okay. It was his first time cutting hair. What ya been up to?" He goes, "Another stupid study group last night, the last one of freshman year I'm happy to report. We messed around mostly so I'm reviewing for the exam now." I go, "That's my plan too. See ya later, bro," and I go in my bedroom and strip naked, hiding the damp panties. That baby has been stretched out of shape by my boners prior to the dildo play and are destined for the trash bin as soon as I can sneak them in, camouflaged with other trash. I wash my buttocks with a washcloth and look at them by backing up to the mirror and turning my head to see behind me. They're dark pink and the rash is just in my ass crack, like I thought. Putting vaseline in my crack helps a lot, but my ass has obviously been smacked hard and often so if Robby sees it he'll definitely know; maybe he'll take pity on me. There's no way for him to know how sore I am inside unless I give it away by wincing when he fucks me, so I need to be conscious of not doing that. Putting on dry clean jockey shorts helps matters and then I get a wide Band-Aid and cover my hickey, which is ridiculously red, shiny, big, and sore. Willie's right about one thing, I can't help but think of him, ya know, considering the condition he's put me in. I dress in sweatpants and T-shirt and sit at the desk to study, but find I'm going over last night in my mind instead. Did I enjoy it? Maybe, but I'm not enjoying it now so maybe Willie's outsmarted himself. Yeah, I'm thinking about him, but not particularly in a good way at the moment. The question is, will that change in the next few days? We'll see, but for now I force myself to concentrate. What I think of instead though is how odd it is that Willie didn't take us to breakfast and how odd it is he got me home even before I said I needed to be here. Did he have something else to do this morning, something with Devon perhaps? And do I care? Hmm, I don't think I care one way or the other 'cause I'm just happy to be here. Yeah, he had something to do, fer sure... or we would have eaten breakfast because he likes to take me to restaurants and order for me. Haha, what a nut! Then I do manage to study for twenty minutes, really concentrating so hard I don't even hear Robby come in.
Someone's arms are around my neck from behind and then I recognize Robby's awesome scent and I twist around, stand up, and overdo the hugging and kissing, so there's definitely submissiveness left in my head. I make a dork out of myself showering Robby with kisses while feeling as much of him as I can reach with both hands. He's going, "Dylan, I missed you too!" Then kisses me a number of times and maybe he's overdoing it a little too. What the hell, we're in love. Yeah, that, plus maybe we both have guilty consciences from overdoing it with our sex on the side. We'll make up for that pretty quick. When I'm with Robby I sense a mutual lovin' feeling I don't get when I'm with anyone else. Robby manages to disengage me from his body and with a hand on each of my shoulders he looks at me, saying, "Well, you seem to have survived. But, oh man, your twin's gonna feel bad when he sees how short you had to get your hair cut on the sides to cover up his haircutting blunder." Then he rubs my head, adding, "You definitely are going to let this hair grow in long enough that I can give you a burr haircut like Ryan and I have. Aren't you?" I go, "Yes, Robby," and that confirms to me that Willie's left me in a submissive frame of mind. I snuggle in against Robby again and he wraps his arms around me, mumbling, "I'm glad you at least are glad to see me," then a kiss on my cheek. He feels so good against my body. Robby squeezes me hard, then says, "Okay, we had a nice reunion, but we've only got an hour for me to help you review. Your twin and I studied for three hours together last night while you were alley-catting around so I've got the material nailed down pretty well." He turns me around to sit at the desk, then says, "Oh, Chubby's using his desk chair. How 'bout you get the ottoman." I hustle in the living room and carry the ottoman back to sit on, realizing I've already got a buzzing in my balls for Robby. I can't stop staring at him. Willie's cute in a way, but Robby's the cutest boy I've ever seen, even cuter than his brother, if you ask me. Robby reaches over and touches the bandage covering Willie's hickey muttering, "For your sake I hope that's not as big as it looks because tonight you're getting one from me on the other side that'll be bigger." I drop my head, mumbling, "Yes, Robby," dreading the thought, but I deserve some payback so I won't complain.
Robby's not quite as stern with me as he's been, so maybe my talk with him before I left has done some good. He begins going over the material in a serious way and the plus side of that is I'm learning this stuff; I don't dare not concentrate on what Robby's saying. The way he was pissed-off about Willie's hickey tells me he's jealous; I'd be worried if he weren't. Robby mellows out during our hour study time, pleased I'm so attentive and he even has his arm across my shoulders, like I saw him do with Ryan, for the last fifteen minutes of study time. When Robby says, "Man, Dylan, you absorbed this boring stuff awesomely. Way to be, dude!" and that makes me feel really good as I lean against his awesome body and get a kiss for my trouble. He goes, "Okay! That's the last study we need to do for our freshman year and thank God for that! I've had it with studying and I know you twins have had it for a while now. You're so much alike it's amazing." I don't even mind being compared to Ryan anymore; I got over that some time ago. He's my twin boyfriend, but I'm loved by Robby much more than he is, so I'm good with that. Then I'm weirdly anxious to see Ryan and I smile to myself picturing me laying across his lap getting spanked by that diminutive boy... haha. He's smallish, but still mighty hot! Chubby yells into the bedroom, "I'll see you numb-nuts later. I'm going to pickup Sam, good luck with the final!" We yell back, "Same to you, numb-nuts!" and he leaves chuckling. I get my arms around Robby's neck and rub noses with him and then we do a long French kiss and thoughts of Willie fade from my mind. It's Robby I want, hands down and without hesitation. It's good to have something to compare Robby against because it confirms that he's the love of my life, so there's another benefit from me seeing Willie. It's still the thrill ride versus love, and love wins out every time and it's not even close. I just wish I didn't act like such a wimpy dork when I'm with Willie, but it is what it is.
Robby drives us on campus, saying, "Ryan says he'll meet us where I always park so he can greet his twin back from the danger zone." That makes me feel good 'cause I want to greet him too. I'd like to ask what Robby and Ryan did during the last twenty-four hours, but Robby doesn't ask me what I did so I can't very well ask him. This is the way I prefer it anyway. That so-called open and honest relationship of Robby's isn't all it's cracked up to be and maybe he's realizing that now. Robby always parks in a secluded spot on campus because he doesn't want his pickup nicked by careless college kid drivers, and because we can all do our 'hello' kisses that he's got Ryan and me doing. Ryan's there with a big smile and a wave; damn he's cute. Why'd I ever think he was dorky? Perception is everything, I guess. Now I perceive him in a favorable light where initially I didn't. I'm glad Robby insisted Ryan and me get along because Ryan's pretty awesome. I should have known Robby wouldn't allow a dork to be my twin boyfriend and I smile to myself because I'm the one who coined that damn phrase in the first place. What the hell, I like it now. It sorta fits us two, Ryan and me. Robby parks and I find I have a big smile on my face staring at Ryan, who's staring at Robby. I think of that song that goes, 'I'm watching you watch him'. Robby gets out and Ryan comes right over to him for a kiss 'hello', which seems a little excessive since he just saw him two hours ago. Then Ryan comes over to me, saying, "Hi twin, I missed you," I mumble, "Me too," and lean my head down for a kiss on the lips that I think we hold a few seconds too long because Robby has a small frown on his face when we break apart, and only then do I realize I had my arms around Ryan's neck and my dick is semi-hard in my pants too. Jesus! What's happening? I'm a little breathless as I stare at Ryan and then glance at Robby. The frown's gone and he says, "It's okay if you two fall in love a little, it's what I wanted. You don't need to feel uncomfortable about it. Both my boyfriends are very attractive and extremely nice people, so it's understandable." Ryan and me purposely stare at Robby and not at each other for awhile because Robby's heart didn't sound like it was totally into what he just said, but now he's smiling, asking, "How'd ya think you did on the final, Ryan?" Ryan goes, "Awesome! Thanks to you, Rob." Robby rubs Ryan's burr haircut saying, "That's my boyfriend! We'll see you after our final, Ryan. You going to hang out at the quad?" Ryan goes, "Yep, waiting for my boyfriend and my twin. Good luck to you guys, I love you!" We both give Ryan a hug and a kiss, then he walks with us to the lab that our exam's being held in and we say our goodies without a kiss because there are lots of students hurrying around. Half are grinning because this is the last exam of our freshman year, and half have worried looks because this is the last exam of our freshman year. I love the sound of 'last exam'!
The exam is a tough one, but I know I at least passed; my optimistic expectation is a 'C' grade although maybe I can stretch it to 'C+' 'cause those pluses mean it's almost a 'B-'. Love the sound of a 'B'-anything, whenever school work from middle school to college is concerned. When we've finished and left the room, Robby's not as confident about this exam as he was with the others and he can't understand it. "Dammit! I had that material down pat, but that professor put a lot of obscure stuff in the exam that I didn't think was important to spend any time on. How 'bout you, Dylan,?" I go, "Totally agree, Robby. Too many off-the-wall multiple choice questions. It's like my twin said about his last exam, it could go a couple of ways with some of those questions. Very small difference in the choices." We commiserate with each other making the professor out to be the asshole, and not us for not paying attention to minor parts of the course; well, things we considered minor anyway. We walk to the quad smoking and since that was our last final exam cigarette we're in good moods by the time we get there... freshman year is over! Our freshman year is history and everyone we know did okay to good. For all Robby's bluster about shooting for 'A's' and 'B's' he'll probably end up with very similar grades to mine. Neither of us is particularly brilliant, and neither is Ryan; we all need to study more than the naturally smart kids do. So what, we did it, and it's in our rearview mirror now. Hot shit!
We find Ryan talking with his friend Felix Jonnas at a table in the noisy quad. Ryan smiles sweetly when he sees us and we bump fist with Felix going, "Dudes!" then he says to me, "Ah, the other twin boyfriend. I gotta admit I never thought you three could pull it off, but Robby apparently managed it. Ryan was just telling me how well you three are getting along. This has potential for Guinness Book of World Records, or whatever it's called." I ask, "How come we never see you around campus, Felix?" He goes, "For one thing I commute, so I'm only on campus for classes and I guess we're just in different places at the same time. I'm in a couple of classes with Ryan and we hit it off." Then he turns to Ryan and says, "That reminds me, you gotta come up for a couple of weekends, homie. I gotta keep our friendship going because you're the only for real gay boy I'm friends with." Then he looks at us, and adds, "Well, I hope you two are friends too." Robby says, "You bet, Felix, but Ryan will be working quite a few Saturdays this summer," and as they talk about that, the whole topic of Ryan being Robby's assistant supervisor pops into my head. I haven't thought about it because I was fully occupied with Willie, but it's still unresolved. And damn, I don't want to make a federal case out of it, but it'll be a big mistake if Robby goes through with it. I'll need to talk with him again as his friend, not just his boyfriend and lover, but it'll have to be when we're alone. Felix asks me a question, and I go, "Sorry, what was that?" and it was the 'How'd ya think you did on the final' question' that we all ask each other. We talk about that for awhile, then Felix needs to leave to pick up his girlfriend and that leaves Robby and his two boyfriends. Us twins naturally look to Robby to tell us what we're doing next, and he says, "We need to celebrate. Let's see if Tracy's having another party." Ryan says, "He is, Rob, I heard him talking to some kids. He wants them to spread the word. It's a keg party, ten bucks a head." Robby looks at me and I shrug like 'sure' and Robby goes, "I don't like that ten dollar charge, but what the hell." Ryan grins and mutters, "Cheapskate," and Robby laughs squeezing Ryan's neck, saying, "Cheapskate my ass," and it's obvious they really like each other. Hmmm.
We go outside for a cigarette and I watch Ryan smoking exactly the way Robby does it and again I worry about Robby's falling more and more for Ryan. They have this easy way of joking around together that Robby and I never had; we were always more serious with each other. Ryan and Robby remind me of how Chubby and I joke with each other. We can say stuff that might sound insulting to an outsider, but we know each other so well it comes off as good fun, just ball busting on each other. Like Ryan's 'cheapskate' remark could be interpreted as an insult, except they both knew it was a joke. Oh well, Robby still loves me more, even if he seems to like hangin' with Ryan more. How that's gonna work out long range is anybody's guess. I wish Connor wasn't going in the Army 'cause he has potential as a substitute boyfriend, except I'm loving Robby more than ever and it's reaching the pathetic level of me almost being devoted to him. But if I was exclusively his that doesn't mean he'd drop Ryan, so I don't know what to do. They're ragging on each other and I just listen and grin. You can't fake banter, you just can't. It's got to be natural, not forced, so I'm not going to try doing to with Robby. I don't know what I'm going to do, actually. That's as much as I know right at this moment, but I'm going to think about it and see what pops into my head. At the pickup Robby doesn't ignore me. He gets an arm around my neck to pull my face next to his and murmur, "Jeez, I missed you, Dylan. Did you miss me?" and I overdo it by gushing that I missed him every minute I was away which is a lie of course because Willie demands full attention every minute I'm with him. Still, in hindsight I missed Robby so it's not a total lie. In the pickup, with Ryan in the middle, he sits closer to me than Robby, so that's something. Ryan also holds my hand, then lifts both our hands to show Robby and Robby says to me, "Last night I told your twin you liked holding hands and he goes and does it the first chance he gets. That's how cooperative he is." I go, "I'm cooperative too, Robby," and he says, "You're being very cooperative now, but it took some convincing. I think you're both doing fabulous and I can't tell you how happy that makes me. It's like so perfect sometimes I pinch myself at how lucky I am to have such fabulous boyfriends." That would be great to hear except it sure sounds like Ryan and I actually are Robby's twin boyfriends, cherished exactly the same. I like holding Ryan's little hand though, and he holds my tightly so it's not just to please Robby, he likes holding my hand. So there!
As we leave the campus in the pickup, I ask, "How 'bout if I call Connor to see if he'd like to party with us? Robby's fine with it. He goes "Great idea, I'll pull over so if he wants to go we can go back and pick him up." I let go of Ryan's hand and get my cell phone out and hit Connor's speed dial button as Robby's saying. "You'll have to sit on Connor's lap, Ryan, so all four of us fit in the cab." Ryan asks, "Can I sit on Dylan's lap? I don't know Connor that well." Robby goes, "No, you're the number two boyfriend so you sit on Connor." I click off the cell, saying, "His phone isn't on. Probably taking his last final." "Too bad," Robby says, as Ryan grins at me and holds my hand again while snuggling in against me while my dick takes notice. I don't know why Robby says Ryan doesn't have a sexy scent. Well, to be honest I didn't think he did at first either, but now I do, I just had to get used to it or something. I reach over with my free hand and ruffle Ryan's burr haircut and he leans into me. He does have awful soft hair... it's nice. I manage to lean towards him as he's leaning towards me and my nose rubs the hair on the side of his head; he smells good and my dick bones up a little. Wow, he really does smell good to me now. He pushes his glasses up with is middle finger and they slide up his cute nose as he grins at me and I think of the way he kisses and need to adjust my junk. I gulp, thinking of Ryan's dominant fuck and wonder when he'll do it again. I'll ask him if he doesn't nag me to do it soon. Willie's sex is fading from my mind already and I'm thinking of backing out of our Saturday date too. Hell, how many thrill rides can I take with him? I like being with my trio. We get to Tracy's apartment and of course it's crowded, and everyone here is jubilant that they've survived the freshman year. If someone flunked or didn't do well they're probably not gonna be in a partying frame of mind, and therefore they're not here. Everyone here seems like they're celebrating. Tracy greets all comers at the door collecting ten dollars from each, explaining, "The ten bucks is to cover the food we're ordering. The keg's on me." Then it's our turn at the door and Tracy's like, "Hey, the three musketeers. How'd you dudes do with your finals?" He knows all our names making me wonder just how many of the freshman class he actually knows by name. That's a talent right there; it's a talent that the part-timer's boss at Stop & Shop, Rudy, is unfamiliar with. Then Tracy's 'three musketeers' comment strikes a chord. How many kids know Ryan and I are twin boyfriends of Robby's? I thought only a couple of the guys even knew we were gay. Hmmm. Not that anyone particularly cares, but still... how'd they find out? Then I think of Felix who maybe doesn't think there's anything wrong with mentioning this oddity of twin boyfriends to his friends, and his friends mention it to their friends, and so forth. I guess I don't mind 'cause nobody's mentioned it to me.
We get plastic cups of Budweiser beer which is very cold; I think draft beer is easier to drink anyway. I'm feeling like a party's just the right thing. There are maybe more girls here than boys, but I think there are more girls in the freshman class than boys so that kinda makes sense. Us gay boys are a small minority anyway. We run into Felix, who's with his girlfriend. She's a tiny bit chubbier than the picture indicates, but she's very nice; kinda shy and I can sometimes relate to that. She seems very familiar with Ryan so I guess the three of them do stuff together when Robby and me are together. Then we run into Homer. The only thing I really know about him is that his name's not Homer. Connor told us what is is, but I've forgotten. He's with Ears Henderson and Scott Tinsdale. I drift over to ask Scott, "Ya get any takers yet, Scott?" Meaning, has anyone been willing to let him blow them, and Scott goes, "No, dammit! Have you changed your mind yet?" and Ears rolls his eyes chuckling. I go, "Nope, sorry," and Homer asks, "What's that, Scott?" Scott makes a face so Ears says, "Scott's trying to find someone who'll let him blow him." Homer says, "You didn't ask me." Scott's eyes light up, "Will ya let me?" Homer says, "No, but ya didn't ask me and it kinda hurts my feelings." We chuckle, then I ask Homer, "Do you know where Connor is?" He goes, "Taking a final." I nod my head and Jarod Mellincamp grabs my arm so I walk a couple of steps away with him, and he says, "Just wanted to tell ya to have a great gay summer," and he's grinning. I go, "Hey, you dissing my sexual orientation?" He goes, "Absolutely not. I admire the way you came right out and said you were gay. As far as I know you're the only gay boy I know and so you're special." I go, "Damn right I am," and we talk about what we got going for us this summer. Jarod's working for his father. I want to ask him if he ever sees that dick Dick Veris prick, but he doesn't mention him so neither do I. Robby almost put that guy Veris in the hospital when Veris started a fight with me. The only fight I was in all freshman year... which is pretty damn good. Then Chubby bursts in with Samantha, creating a ruckus and soon there's a group of couples around him laughing and carrying on. Must be his clique of couples who made up their study group.
I'm looking around for Robby and Ryan, but spot just Ryan. He's still talking with his buds Felix and his girlfriend, whose name I don't remember, so I go out on the deck and see Robby laughing with Travis, who seems to have a 'thing' for me, while at the same time he pretends to date that girl who looks suspiciously like a dyke, no offense intended to either of them. The laughter is mostly because of Travis' roommate, Harry Black. He's drunk again telling embarrassing things that happened to him in his many drunken escapades this year. I stand next to Robby, who puts his arm across my shoulder, and I'm soon joining in with the laughter. It might seem we're laughing at Harry, but we're mostly laughing with him because he's seriously funny making himself the brunt of the stories. I'm hoping Harry is exaggerating some of them or else I don't know how he'd ever survive the awkward situations he got himself into. On my third beer, I get into a liars' poker game for dollar bills. The players are me, Rolly North, Jasper Jenkins, and Scott Tinsdale, who keeps bumping into me. Nice to be the gay boy all the seemingly straight boys want to try out their possible bisexuality with, huh? Later there's dancing and Chubby comes over to get me to dance with his girlfriend. "Dylan, bro, help me out and dance with Sam, she's driving me nuts. I'll take your place in the game." I go, "Okay, where is she?" He points her out and as I'm walking over I'm thinking how this place is so loud and crowded I'm wondering what's going to arrive first: the promised food, pizza and subs, or the police. I go over and ask Sam for a dance. She says, "How much did Jeffrey pay you to dance with me?" I go, "Twenty bucks," and she says, "Good. Let's go," and she takes my hand and we join the dancers near the front of the deck. We dance to four fast songs played loud from a CD player and I'm sweating a little by the time Sam says, "You're an awesome dancer, Dylan. Would you consider being my boyfriend? I'd drop Jeffrey in a heartbeat." I go, "Ahhh, true love," and she laughs as we go back inside to hook up with Chubby who has a fistful of dollar bills. He says, "Where you been, Sam? I've been looking all over for you!" She says, "Liar," and gets her arms around Chubby's arm saying, "Your turn to dance now," as she drags him off with Chubby rolling his eyes like he's going to the guillotine.
The liars' poker game breaks up because everyone knows what's on all the dollar bills by now, and as I'm going for more beer Ryan's suddenly beside me whispering, "Can I hold your hand here, Dylan?" I chuckle, saying, "That's probably not a great idea, Ryan." He says, "I'm really sorry about fucking up your hair so badly, Dylan." I shrug, mumbling, "It's okay, I'm fine with this for now, but I definitely want a burr haircut next time so I can be like my twin." He smiles and, almost squealing, goes, "I love that you said that Dylan! It makes me feel so good." I know Ryan's a world class brown-noser, but he sure seemed sincere about it, so I say, "Yeah, I'm serious about that too, hot stuff." Ryan grabs my cup, the one I'm drinking out of, and fills it for me, then tops off his cup of beer and goes, "We gotta get together again so I can dominate your ass. That was like the most awesome thing I've ever been a part of. I told Rob about me climaxing harder then I've ever done before." I take a quick look around, then say, "Keep it down a little, tiger, okay?" He's like, "Oh yeah, sorry." He's so, like sweet normally, it's hard to imagine how he can turn on the sexy dominance like he does, but he's had a lot of experience being on the other end of things so he knows how his dominant partners dominated him; I guess he's just copying them. Damn, it's hot when he gets going, though. I ask, "What did Rob say when you told him you climaxed harder then ever before?" I realize I said 'Rob' instead of Robby, but it just came out that way; it wasn't something I thought about ahead of time. Ryan looks puzzled, then he says, "Yeah, I'm not sure he said anything, now that you mention it." I ask, "Well, did he say anything about you and me doing it again? And by the way, don't be so graphic when describing our sex to Robby. It's kind of between you and me, ya know?" He goes, "Oh, I'm sorry. You told me to tell him so I thought you wanted me to, you know, give the details." I go, "Just an overview should be enough. What about Robby saying we should get together again?" He frowns, then says, "No, I haven't heard that lately, either. Wonder why?" I go, "Because you give too many details, like that bit of info that you've never had an orgasm that big before." He says, "Yeah, I see what you mean. Maybe Rob's getting jealous of us. Could that be it?" I go, "It wouldn't surprise me, so downplay it." Ryan's excited, "You mean downplay our sex so Rob won't mind if we do it together again, because you want to, right?" I go, "Duh, ya think?!" and I have to laugh because he's beaming. "I'm gonna try taking it up a couple of pegs to get you even more submissive so you'll experience what I've experienced before. It's awesome." Jeez, he's probably talking about how Willie gets me to feeling, but after Willie I kinda hate on myself a little for the way I acted, and so far that hasn't been the case with Ryan; well not as much anyway. But I say, "I'll leave that up to you Ryan, you're the dominant one so you decide how you're gonna do me, haha." Then can't resist getting my arm around his neck for a hug that includes a kiss on his soft hair that no one sees. He says, "I love you too, Dylan," and before I can reply, Robby appears with an empty cup.
Robby's feeling his beers again as he hands the cup to Ryan saying, "Get me a refill will ya please, number two." Ryan hustles to get it, spilling some of his beer in the process. Robby and I smile at Ryan's eagerness, then Robby says, "I've thought about the assistant supervisor thing you talked to me about, Dylan, and I want to thank you for your perspective on it, and of course you're right. I'm making no official announcement of Ryan being an assistant anything." Ryan turns his head saying, "Yeah, Dylan, everyone on our crew would have hated me. Robby explained it to me and I'm relieved." This is great news and I'm proud of myself for speaking up. Robby takes the beer with thanks, then says, "Ryan will do some of the paper work for me, like timekeeping and whatnot, but I'll post the assignments and you guys can just read the notice so Ryan doesn't need to get involved. Will you take him under your wing for me?" I go, "Sure thing, Robby. I give you a lot of credit for admitting, um, that your original plan wasn't the best one possible." Robby shrugs saying, "My plan sucked actually, but that's what friends are for, setting their friend straight when he's off track. And like I said, I appreciate you looking out for me. Mutiny in my first crew wouldn't look too good. Same for me being over-bossy like you mentioned. Like you said, I was getting carried away. The three of us are getting along great so I'm dialing that back too. You're right again." I want to kiss him. This is great.
We stay for another hour, but don't drink too much; Robby isn't hammered, just slightly drunk. We decide to eat out as a further celebration. Chubby and his girl friend are going to join us, too. Then Ryan asks if he can invite Felix and his girlfriend, so they join Robby and his two boyfriends for a celebration dinner at Fuddruckers. Nothing fancy about Fuddruckers, although it ain't cheap. Chubby, Felix and Robby buy dinner for their girlfriends or boyfriends and it's a causal, but fun dinner. Ryan and me exchange 'looks' when Robby says, "This is on me, twins." Samatha hears that, and asks, "Twins?" So, at our table for seven I explain how Ryan and I are Robby's boyfriends and while Robby blushes a little, Ryan and I, sitting on either side of our boyfriend, are quite comfortable with it. Felix and Chubby and both their girlfriends think us twins and our boyfriend are all nuts, but the three of us are quite pleased with the arrangement. The girl's don't seem uncomfortable about being with three gay boys and neither do Felix or Chubby. It's nice being open about it and the subject just passes for dinner conversation. Naturally Chubby has a half dozen factoids that none of us guess the answer to, and none of us believes them anyway, although I know from experience they're all probably factual. We stretch the dinner out and a half dozen other freshman show up, four girls and two guys, and we're all exchanging stories about things we didn't expect at college, but needed to deal with. We make fun of some professors who suck, and compliment others who were basically the easy graders. Felix invites everyone back to his house for beers and about eight guys and girls take him up on the offer, but the three of us decide not to go. As Robby drops Ryan off at his dorm, Ryan gives Robby and me a kiss goodnight and then we drive to our apartment and get naked before getting into bed. Robby gets me in his arms and we do some fabulous making out, then Robby says, "Dylan, I've never loved you as much as I do now. I thought I couldn't love you more, but I do. The way you've accepted Ryan could only be possible if you really love me. You're letting me enjoy being a big shot for awhile with twin boyfriends. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me and I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and love you from even deeper in my heart than that. You're so special and I know other boys crave you, but I can't blame them." I say, "Thank you so much, Robby. I love you more than I ever have before, too. You having a second boyfriend made me realize how special you are and how much I depend and need you. You're one for me. I don't know how long our plan to have a sort of open relationship for the summer will last, but if you or me feels threatened that either one of us is drifting too far we need to immediately discuss it and reconcile what needs to be reconciled to preserve out love for each other. And along those lines, I want to confess that Ryan and me have a thing going on, too. We're really enjoy having sex together, so maybe you and me need to reconcile that right now. I don't want you to think I'm trying to steal him from you, or he's trying to steal me from you; neither of us is trying to do that." Robby says, "Jeez, it was me who encouraged you two to do it together in the first place. I had no idea you'd both hit it off so well of course, but it's only fair and so it's fine with me. I'm not getting a big head when I say that I'm not worried that either one of you is stealing either of you from me. I'm confident now in your love so I know you wouldn't let it happen. Like I said in the pickup today, I've never been happier in my life and it's mostly because of you. Ryan's a bonus, and while I don't know how it'll turn out, for now it's nearly perfect from my point of view, at least for the summer anyhow. It's going to be you and me forever, that's all I know. For now, my idea of you being exclusively mine is on hold because you still have some wild oats to... what's that saying?" I go, "Sowing wild oats? I know what it's supposed to mean... a kid's got wild oats to sow meaning before he settles down, but what the hell sowing wild oats is for real, I have no idea. Something to do with farming I suppose." Robby chuckles, then says, "Yeah, whatever it means for real, you know what I mean." I go, "Yep, we got to sow some wild oats."
We both laugh, then Robby says, "I'm so ready for some wild sex with you, that's what I do know." The hell with my sore ass, I'm ready for Robby's wild sex. I go, "I'd like to start by being really submissive to you Robby, licking your feet and working my way up your awesome body." Robby goes, "Yum. That sounds hot, but you're still getting that hickey I promised you." I go, "Ouch, but you're the boss," and Robby goes, "Not really, but it's been fun pretending I am. I know the reality, but that don't mean we can't pretend for the fun of it...."
to be continued.... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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