Dylans Freshman Year

DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

Chapter 59

by Donny Mumford

Robby and I are naked in bed. We just had a nice make-out, when Robby says, "You're so hot, Dylan." I go, "You too, you're volcanic hot!" He smiles, "Hey, we forgot to brush out teeth, and I need to take a pee. Let's do that first and then we'll get into our sexy stuff, okay?" I'm like, "Sure!" and we both hop up and out of bed and walk into the bathroom with our dicks swinging between our legs. How nice it is to hear Robby include 'okay?" at the end of his sentences again. It used to bother me when he did that, but now I'm relieved to hear it. He's come to his senses and agreed with me he's been overdoing the bossy stuff lately, and he also agrees that making Ryan his assistant isn't a good idea. Ryan's never worked on a lawn cutting crew in the first place, and it would surely alienate him from the rest of us if he tried throwing his weight around without knowing what he's talking about. It wouldn't be long before his life on the job would be miserable, as well as leading to a possible mutiny by the crew. So now there won't be an assistant, Ryan will be just one of the grunts cutting grass like the rest of us, as he should. I promised Robby to help Ryan get off on the right foot by sorta taking him under my wing. Ya know, giving Robby time to come to his senses was the right thing to do. I got lucky for once and made a good decision about that. Presenting him with an ultimatum of Ryan or me, like Chubby suggested, would have been a mistake. It might have come to that eventually, but I had faith in Robby. He wasn't wrong about everything, for instance, he was right that Ryan and I would become friends, although he probably didn't expect us to get as close as we have, or that we'd become steady fuck buddies. He was also right to demonstrate to me what it's like to openly be enamored of Ryan, treating him like an equal boyfriend. I did that to Robby with Willie, until I broke up with him. I can see now it wasn't fair, but what to do about Ryan? I mean, I now see Robby's side of things, but Ryan's still one of Robby's twin boyfriends so that hasn't changed. I still don't know how it's going to work out, but that's Robby's problem mostly, although it's a little my problem too. And of course I've been looser with sex on the side than I'm guessing Robby's been, which hurt him in the past. He's patient with me in that regard so I'm glad I could return the favor and be patient with him as far as Ryan goes. Suggesting Robby be dominant was another bad idea of mine, although some good did come of it because I now have extra hots for Robby and appreciate how fortunate I am to have him as a boyfriend. Robby carried the dominant concept too far, of course, and that's probably because it's not natural for him. When I think about it, Robby isn't dominant on the baseball diamond, so much as he's just confident when playing baseball. You don't need to be dominant just because you're confident. Now I can see that Robby needs to be who he is and not take on a phony persona to try pleasing me. You can't make a person be the way you want them to be, you either like who they are, and even love who they are, or you don't. Trying to fool yourself, or anyone else, isn't going to work if it's phony. And another thing, Robby's probably surprised at how fond of Ryan he's become; I know I never thought I'd become so fond of the little guy. That's another lesson learned: don't prejudge someone. Ryan being so likable is one more unexpected development for all of us, including Ryan. Through all the ups and downs, I find I've fallen deeper in love with Robby then ever, and like I said, I think he's hotter then ever, too. Guess I could say the same for how I feel about Ryan, which is a bit of a slippery slope for all three of us. Still, that doesn't change the fact I've found true love with Robby. We've successfully navigated the choppy waters of our freshman year, including twin boyfriends, so we should be able to at least start our summer vacation on solid ground. Robby and I are on the same page again, so we're good to go with that, but how Robby's twin boyfriend thing is going to work out remains to be seen. I'm an optimist and prefer to think it'll be okay... somehow.

These thoughts run through my brain as we're brushing our teeth. Robby finally asks, spraying the mirror with fine dots of toothpaste, "What are you thinking about, Dylan? You're unusually quiet." With a cup of water in my hand, I rinse the toothpaste from my mouth, then say, "I've been thinking how nice it is that you and me are thinking along the same lines again. And how everything's worked out pretty damn good, and that I love you more then ever. Positive thoughts like those." He rinses his mouth, and says, "I've never been this happy before, and while I mucked things up along the way, it seemed to further cement our relationship somehow. I can feel your love more then ever before, too. Mostly I give the credit to you for being patient with me and going along with my crazy attempt to be someone I'm not. And when it was getting out of hand you had a man to man talk with me. That really helped me see the light. You're maturing faster than me, I think." I go, "Oh no, I'm following the Peter Pan syndrome of never growing up. Don't start accusing me of maturing." He laughs, and then leans over and we kiss. My heart is full of his love for me, and mine for him. Robby rubs the side of my face, staring into my eyes, saying, "This is off topic, but I've been thinking about something a lot lately." I look back at him because he's so serious, "What Is it, Robby?" He goes, "We should come 'out' to our parents so we don't need to sneak around with our love." That thought frightens me for just a second, but he's right, so I mumble, "Who's the mature one now?" He smiles, "Are you worried my mother or father won't accept us being lovers?" I shrug, "Yeah, I guess I am. I know my mom and Tris, who's like my other mom, will accept me being gay, but will your parents? They might resent me or something, like I lured you into a gay lifestyle." He goes, "No, they'll be supportive of us both." I ask, "How about Dodger, when will he come out? That might be a hard pill for your folks to swallow; both their sons being gay." He goes, "Dodger and I have talked about it and he feels strongly that we shouldn't come out together; him and me, I mean... not you and me."

There's still a touch of fear in me about the unknown consequences of coming fully 'out'. Robby puts his arm around my neck and we walk back to the bedroom, with him mumbling, "We can talk about this 'coming out' thing tomorrow if you want, but I really want to do it. For now let's enjoy each other's body and our love." I smile and nod my head. I'm not feeling as submissive as I do with Willie, but Robby's still leading us in our love making and that creates a good kind of submissive feeling for me. Just submissive enough that I want to lick his feet and work my way up, licking his legs, then his ass, and especially his cock and balls; they're like dessert for me. My arm goes around his waist for a squeeze and I wonder how I'd ever be happy without Robby in my life. That's a thought I put right out of my mind. We crawl onto the bed and, on my knees, I pull the covers down as Robby lays on his back with his hands behind his head and a questioning expression on his cute face. I've got an idea for a very submissive act I haven't tried yet. On my hands and knees I go up to him, lean my head down for a long kiss, then lick his right nipple until it's hard, then lick across his hairless, athletic chest to do the same to his left nipple, and when it's hard I lick across to his armpit and lick there until the underarm hairs are flat against his skin. Robby sucks in a lot of air, "Sveeeeee," as my tongue licks back across his chest to his other armpit for more of the same. Robby squirms on the sheet as goosebumps appear on his arms. Licking down his body to his belly button I suck that and now I've got him really squirming. Licking through his pubic patch I discover he has a firm cock already and take it in my mouth to suck with lots of tongue action while twisting my fingers on the shaft; it gets bone hard very quickly. Licking his nuts cause him to make that inhaling sound again, "Svveeeee" sucking air through his closed lips as he rubs my head and the back of my neck in a caressing manner. When his cock is sticking straight up and his balls are drenched in saliva, I suck them into my mouth and hum on them as I lick them and Robby goes, "Mmmmmm," lifting his ass off the mattress. Pushing his balls out of my mouth I begin licking the inside of his thighs and they too sprout goose bumps. From Robby I hear more air being sucked through closed lips. Scooting down the bed to his feet, I lick all over them with my eyes at the top of their sockets watching Robby's reaction. He has dark blotches of red on his cheeks as his eyes shine back at me. He's doing little head nods, as if he's encouraging me to continue. His legs are very stiff and his body's like a taut wire.

I've recently discovered I like sucking Robby's feet, and I'm presently sucking on his toes while massaging his foot, one foot at a time. After that I lick the bottoms of each foot and then lick up his calves getting the almost invisible little hairs sticking up like I did last time. Loving the taste and smell of his body, I take a three second break to stroke my cock which has become hard as steel. After taking a big inhale, I lick up his thigh to again lap his balls and then my dessert again as his boner goes in my mouth and I suck out copious amounts of precum while Robby's writhing on the bed moaning and groaning. When I'm satisfied his cock can't get any harder and the skin looks painfully stretched, I lift his legs and push his thighs against his stomach, holding them there with my forearm I begin licking both ass cheeks and when they're wet with spit I suck on them one at a time, then kiss them with lots of tongue. Licking up his ass crack next, I go right over his anus, then lick back and suck on it until I can get my tongue inside. Robby's into one long moan, "Ohhhhhhh," then, "Mmmm," as he whimpers and continues his constant body movement on the bed. It's like he can't control his muscles. After rimming him I'm panting and stroking my cock as precum drips on the sheets. Then I turn around with my ass facing Robby, and say, "Fuck me, Robby," and scrunch my body on all fours in a tight ball with my ass in the air. Robby leaps up and grabs my hips, stabbing at my buttocks wildly, missing my asshole. He's frantic, making sounds like he's crying, then he hits my anus with his boner's wet hard head and shoves it up my ass, letting out a long moan of relief, "Ahhhhhh, oh, oh, oh..." He fucks me in a totally out of control manner that's so wild his boner pulls completely out of me every five or six thrust. Each time he jams it back in my ass and continues humping me making more desperate sounds of desire and pleasure. Finally he gets two minutes of constant fucking going for us and cum streaks from his cock, filling me up with his creamy teen boy cum. It's incredibly slippery in my rectum and again his boner pulls out and this time a long string of cum shoots from his cock reaching from my buttocks to the back of my neck. He gasps and fumbles his cock back in my ass and, groaning like mad, and finishing his orgasm inside me just as I do my patented squeal and unload my balls. My cum shoots from my boner splattering on my belly and chest. Then another squeal from me and another long stream of spunk joins the first one that's now drooling down my chest. Robby's moaning quietly, a moan of relief and pleasure as he continues pounding his cock up my ass until he finally lays on my back, leaving his cock inside me. He's sweaty, his heart's pounding against me, his chest's heaving and his arms hug me tightly. Then, rejuvenated, he does more thrusts in my saturated ass with his cum drooling from my rectum to run down both my butt cheeks. I'm feeling dizzy and wonderful at the same time. A random shudder of my shoulders accompanies the buzzing in my balls and the throbbing of my still hard cock.

Slowly stretching my legs back I lay flat on the bed in my cum. Robby keeps his cock in my ass and we lay panting for a minute or two without speaking a word. Robby's rubbing my sides and kissing the back of my head until I finally manage to say, "That was so awesome, Robby. The best sex I've had since the last time with you." He takes a big breath, muttering, "Awesome doesn't cover it, Dylan. My body's still quivering with pleasure. The foreplay almost had be shooting a load before I even got my boner up your ass. And thanks for saying that thing about this being the best sex since the last time with me. That's so sweet I feel like crying, but you're spoiling me. I'll get greedy and want it like this all the time." I mumble, "Hope so 'cause I loved it all. You taste and smell like the sexiest boy alive. I love your body so much, and your face, and all of you, and I love you as a person, most of all." He says, "We gotta watch ourselves or we'll get diabetes from all our sweet talk." I chuckle, "Yeah, but I mean it. I love all of you." He goes, "I love all of you, too and this was so sexy and fabulous it defies description. I think I shot more cum up your ass, and on your back, haha, then I've ever done before. It was a huge orgasm and I totally lost control of myself, like an out of body experience, except my body's still shaky. Damn, you're an awesome lover. No one's better than my boyfriend, hell, no one's as good." I think of asking how I compare to Ryan, but that's too tacky. Robby's being honest so I don't fish for more compliments. He apparently needs a bit more in the way of compliments though, as he asks with his breathing and heart rate back to normal, "Um, how was my fuck of your ass, Dylan?" I smile into the sheets, then twist around under Robby and while doing that his now soft cock flops out of my ass. We're face to face now with him still laying on me, chest to chest now. I answer his question, "Fabulous, you were fabulous as you'll see by the volume of cum I'm laying in. You fucked an enormous load out of me, Robby, and I loved every second of it. My orgasm was off the charts!" He goes, "Oh, get out of here, I know you're exaggerating, but I like hearing it anyway," as he's chuckling, then adds, "Some of your cum is between us so it's not all on the sheets." I kiss him, muttering, "Oh yeah, I was laying in it on my stomach and now on my back. Euuu, and anyway, I wasn't exaggerating, you fucked me great. Ya wanna shower together?" He says, "It's a tight fit, but hell yeah!" And that's what we do, after which we change the bed, smiling and grinning at each other. We're in love and it's the best feeling there is.

We go to sleep with smiles on our faces, wrapped in each other's arms. I for one have a great night's sleep and when I wake up the first thing on my mind is, 'No classes today!' and that brings a smile back to my face. Robby's facing away from me now so I shimmy over the five inches that separate us and get my arms around him, reveling in my love for him. My nose is at the back of his head being tickled by his short blond hair and he smells so good. I take a big inhale and remember each step of our love making last night. It's so sexy licking Robby's body as it makes me feel really close with him, almost like we're one. What a wonderful day it was, over three years ago now, when I first approached Robby, not knowing he was gay, and asked him to write an athlete's perspective of high school life for the school paper. I'd no idea, not a clue, that he admired me from a distance. What if fat Carl hadn't recommended me for the editor's position? How or why would I have ever worked up a reason, or the courage, to approach Robby? I was more shy back then and very new to my gayness. It started out slowly between us, although there was electricity from the beginning. I felt something with Robby that was new and exciting, but unnamed at the time. My experience with love was limited to a deep brotherly love for Chubby and a son's love for my mom. I sensed that Robby and I wanted to touch each other from the beginning, but we didn't know how to go about it until we came up with the massage idea. We'd give each other massages to get us ready for our lawn cutting jobs, and those massages became very intimate; we were giving each other mutual signals of attraction that finally led to an exploratory first kiss and my heart soared. What a wonderful boy Robby is now, and was back then too. He'd be a wonderful boy even if he didn't love me, but he loved me from the start. He told me recently he loved me before we met. I can't make that claim, but I lusted for him from afar. It seems our destiny was to become lovers; like there was an invisible force that insisted on it, and I'm grateful for whatever that invisible force was. Being in love, true love, fills your heart with the warmest feelings and even enhances your self-esteem. You know, someone who loves you both emotionally and sexually kind of validates that you must be okay or else why would they love you. I've felt the power of love my whole life, first from my mom, and then when I was quite young I felt the power of love from my best friend ever, Chubby. Chubby's the gold standard of unconditional love in my life, but it's rarely a sexual love. I'm not sure if Chubby will ever love me like that, but whatever type of love for me he has I'll cherish it forever. Chubby and I have an unbreakable bond forged over our nineteen years of life together. Robby's love might not be as unconditional as Chubby's, but it's something to cherish too. We, of course, share a deep, sexual love as well as a personal love that's almost innocent, it's so pure and true. I love everything about him from his boyish voice, to his awesome body, to his scent and his naiveté, and I love the way he loves me. I maybe took it for granted in the past, but it's been so enduring I won't ever take it for granted again. Our love is borderline obsessive and all encompassing, even our faults are overlooked because true love overrides everything; how golden and wonderful that is. It's awe inspiring to me and makes me wonder how I could ever have just accepted his love as my due, taken it for granted almost. Robby's love deserves to be returned and I'm just now realizing that fully. Call it maturing if you will, or call me narcissistic for taking it for granted in the past, whatever my problem was in preventing me from appreciating his love is over now 'cause I acknowledge it and revere it. I totally adore Robby and I'm going to make sure I demonstrate that to him. He deserves that, and more.

Laying here holding him I feel like I have a glow about me, it's a pulsating sense, vibrant and enchanting. What a treasure love is, and how fortunate I am to love and be loved like this. Robby knew, and he's been trying to get me to know, the power of true love for some time now and I'm catching on, although late to the party. Whatever journey I took to get here, the journey is over now and I'm where I need to be. Robby's been dedicated to showing me the way and I'm grateful for his patience with me. Will I screw around? Yeah, I will until we commit to each other exclusively anyhow, and Robby probably will too. And when I'm screwing around I might forget this moment of deep love, but it'll come roaring back to me when the buddy sex is over. Hell, there's Ryan to consider, and that's not a small consideration, either. Robby loves him in some manner or other that he's not sure about. I'll surely have some sex on the side with Ryan because, like Robby said, there's still some wild oats to be sowed, whatever that means. Well I know what it means... it means my sexual appetite is still very much a part of me, but who I truly love is now set in stone. I'll never confuse sexual attraction to love again because I know what true love is now, and it's name is Robby Dickers. I run my fingers through Robby's burr haircut remembering the intimate haircuts I've given him over the years, and those memories gives me shivers, good shivers. The privilege of just touching him is something to be cherished. It gets my dick hard to think about our sex together. I gently pull his hard bicep to get him to roll over on his back so I can stare at his face. God almighty, he's a good looking boy. The sun shines through our bedroom window highlighting his face and I can see fine blond hairs, very small ones, on his upper lip. Wonder how long before they become soft whiskers, and I know he'll have soft ones, I just know it, and I'll love feeling them when they eventually appear. Unable to resist, I softly kiss his perfectly shaped rosy lips and my nose rubs his. Aww, so sweet are Robby's lips, and his nose is so cute, and his chin I'd like to lick. Another kiss 'cause he's so kissable and Robby opens his eyes and sees my face hovering above him and he smiles his awesome smile with his shiny white teeth just visible. Smiling back at him I whisper, "I love you, Robby. I love you so much my heart aches with it." He lifts his head off his pillow and our lips meet again and they're very familiar with each other. We kiss sweetly for a minute and Robby's arm comes around my neck and our kisses include our tongues now and heat rises until I'm on top of Robby writhing on him, our heads moving to enhance the kiss, our boners rubbing together until we're groaning with desire. Robby wrestles me under him, face to face, and pulls down my pajama bottoms. He strokes my cock, then pulls off my pajamas altogether pushing my legs back and pulling his cock through the front slit of his pajamas. Staring into my eyes, his cock spreads the lips of my anus as I whimper with anticipation and intense desire. No words, just a desperate hump of his hips and his cock enters me as we both sigh, then moan in pleasure. Another thrust of his hard cock pushes it in all the way and Robby, on his knees, grabs my ankles, one in each hand, and spreads my legs; his cock fully impaling my ass. Fucking me slowly at first, Robby picks up the speed until his thrusts become almost desperate. Both of us are red in the face with hot sexual arousal. "Fuck me, Robby," I mutter, as his hips move rhythmically and his hard penis thrusts back and forth in my rectum until my head's moving from side to side on my pillow and saliva's drooling down my chin from constant sounds of extreme pleasure. I cum first, shooting my spunk, which comes out in fast spurts, wetting up my chest with some cum spray reaching as far as my chin. Five shots, then a sixth short stream of teenage creamy spunk shoots out of my boner as I bite my knuckles to keep from squealing like I usually do. My face is contorted with pleasure as electric shocks shoot from my balls and cock and rectum. My whole body's squirming and the sensations are so intense tears roll from my eyes as I'm whispering Robby's name over and over. Then Robby goes, "Oh! Umph, umph," and I feel his cum shooting inside me. It's Robby's cute face that is contorted now and he groans and slams his cock in again shooting more spunk, which drools out of my asshole, then one last desperate hump and he collapses on me and our teeth scrape together as out mouths collide in a kissing frenzy and I've never felt hotter for Robby than this moment. Oh, I love him so much, I'm squeezing his body against me with both arms.

It lasts a couple of desperate minutes, a couple of out of control minutes of kissing and hugging and squirming our bodies together before we're quietly moaning to each other, our hands caress one another. Then a long luscious lover's kiss, tender with the exchange of unspoken love. Robby lifts his head about six inches above me, his cock still inside me, my legs around his waist as he quietly says, "You love me, don't you, Dylan?" In a horse voice, I mutter, "More than I ever realized, Robby. More and more every day." He grins, quietly saying, "I kinda thought I noticed that," and we do another soft lover's kiss with my heart so full of love it's making me feel faint again. We cuddle for a bit and then Robby fucks me again for maybe fifteen minutes, and it's so sexy and perfect I end up writhing under him again moaning in almost an exquisite pain. The pleasure sensations become so intense I have a second climax that gets my hips thrusting wildly. Only two little spurts of cum, but oh my god it felt fantastic. Robby collapses beside me, his sloppy cock against my leg as we hug and whisper words of love; I've never had a better morning in my life. We've finally sexually satisfied, but we never stop smiling at one another and the look in Robby's eyes says 'I love you' better than words could say. I hope Robby sees that in my eyes because I've never loved him this much before; life's close to perfection right now. We constantly touch each other and mostly just stare at one another without speaking. Then in Robby's arms, laying in cum, I fall back to sleep totally relaxed, totally loved, totally sexually satisfied, and feeling better than I've ever felt before. The next time I open my eyes Robby's looking at me. A smile appears when he sees I'm awake. "I never tire of looking at you 'cause you're the cutest, best looking boy I've ever seen anywhere." I go, "You too. That was awesome sex this morning, Robby. I was thinking how much I love you earlier when I was staring at you sleeping, and when you opened you eyes you showed me how much you love me." He says, "I don't think I've ever been hungrier for you. I had an overwhelming desire for you that caused me to fuck you almost constantly last night and this morning too, it's almost a scary thing to have an intense desire like that, a physical need to have sex with you. There isn't anything in the world that I wouldn't do to have lover's sex with you. And I should thank you for something else too."I ask, "What's that, Rob?" He smiles, saying, "Rob? You're the one that got everybody calling me 'Robby' and I like it when you say it. I should thank you for showing me a sexier way to make love." I grin, "I meant to say 'Robby'. How'd I show you a sexier way to make love?" He goes, "Oh, you know. It's that dominant stuff you're always talking about. I found out I get greater sexual pleasure being the 'top', for lack of a better word. I know who really runs our show though, top or bottom." I quietly say, "I like everything about our show, as you call it. And I like the bottom best, so it's best for both of us. It's you who showed me the meaning of true love, so we're even." He goes, "No we're not, you did the most to get our love and sex life where it is." Grinning, I go, "No, it was you!" And we argue about who's most responsible for our awesome sex together, insisting it's the other a little bit for fun and to be goofy, then we're right back into a hot make out. That's the best part of lover's sex. When the sex is over the loving affection takes over and that's awfully sweet too. Maybe sweeter than the sex, if it's even possible for anything to be sweeter than that.

When we're finally satisfied that we've tasted enough of each other for the moment, we again crowd into the small shower stall for another shower, a quick one this time. We leave the sheets on the bed 'cause we just changed them last night and we'll sleep our last night in the apartment on our dried cum. Dressed, and feeling carefree now that our freshman year is over and we're sexually satisfied, we walk into the living room holding hands and grinning because Chubby's in the kitchen and we know he'll have something to say about us holding hands. He looks up and sees us, then shakes his head, saying, "Awww, that is so fucking cute. You look like two gay boys dancing around a maypole." Robby and I swing our held hands between us, as I ask, "Whatever are you referring to?" Chubby puts a K-cup in the Keurig and says, "Not in public, fer gawd sakes! Hey, it's lucky we left Tracy's party when we did last night. Sam's friend, Dee, said it got really rowdy; she called it a bacchanal." Robby and I exchange frowns and let go of our hands, as I go, "I'm not even gonna ask what that means." Chubby's smirking, then looks at us and says, "Oh man, look at you two! Eyes shining, your entire bodies are shimmering. Don't freakin' give me any details though." I go, "We're in love. Yo Chubby, Sunday I'm telling the moms I'm gay. Whaddaya think about that?" Chubby goes, "Well, I say it's about time, but I don't think they'll be shocked." I ask, "Why, did they say something to you?" He shrugs, "No, but you haven't been dating at all, so ya know, maybe they added one and one and came up with 'gay'. It won't be a biggie to them one way or another. How 'bout you Robby?" "I'm coming out, too. Dylan and me want to be boyfriends openly, instead of sneaking around with it." Chubby takes his mug of coffee and I put a k-cup in for myself, asking, "You want a coffee, Robby?" He says, "Yes, whatever you're having," so I give him mine and put another one in. Chubby's sitting at the kitchen bar sipping his coffee, then he says, "Well it's gutsy of you to tell everyone you're gay, but ya know it's not that big a deal, being gay, I mean. Not in today's society anyway." As Robby and I both shrug at that, Chubby drinks a little coffee, then asks, "Robby, how 'bout this summer job. How's that going to work?" I haven't had a chance to tell Chubby about the revised plans Robby's made about Ryan being his assistant. Robby adds cream and three sugars to his coffee, saying, "Well, I'm not having the assistant I was going to, if that's what you mean. Dylan talked some sense into me about that. Making Ryan my assistant would've alienated him from the crew and pissed off everyone. I don't know what I was thinking to tell ya the truth." Chubby goes, "Hmmm, smart move listening to my bro. How's your three-way thingie working for ya?" Robby asks, "How do you think it's going, Dylan?" I sip my coffee, then say, "It works for me." Chubby asks me, "No more, um, jealousy or anything like that?" I go, "Well, I wouldn't say I'm not a little jealous of Robby spending time with Ryan, but actually that's somehow brought Robby and me closer. Hasn't it, Robby?" Robby says, "Yes, definitely, but that doesn't mean it's a permanent thing. Dylan and me are the only permanent thing in the trio. We've agreed to see how it goes, maybe for the summer. We're still nineteen which we think is too young to go steady, I guess." Chubby goes, "I gotta hand it to you guys, you worked it out and I'm happy for ya. I really am. I just wish I could find someone to love." Robby asks, "Haven't you ever been in love, Chubby?" He goes, "Only with your boyfriend... this one, not the other one. And my mom, of course, but not the way you two are in love. I wonder what it's like." Robby goes, "Maybe it's different for everybody. For me it's the most wonderful thing in my life, but Dylan's the only person I've ever been in true love with. Except like you say, I love my family and I love my friends in a way, and I love Ryan in a way, too, but more like a good friend, not the way I love Dylan. I can't put my love for Dylan into words, but I think you'll know it's love when you find it." Chubby's like, "If I find it. I wonder sometimes if I ever will, but like you said, we're only nineteen."

Then Robby says, "Oh, Dylan, I forgot to mention something, but I'm going home tonight 'cause it's my mom's birthday and they'll have a heart attack if Dodger and I aren't there for her birthday dinner. I think we're going to Ken's, like you guys did a couple of weeks ago." I think, 'There goes our chance to sleep one last night together in our dried cum'. Then ask, "When you heading home, Chubby?" He says, "Whenever you want to, Dylan. I was planning on tomorrow morning 'cause there's a little thing at Sam's place tonight, a sort of congratulatory buffet for doing so well in her freshman year. It'll be her parents, some neighbors, and a couple from our study group so I'm not too excited about it. I'd back out of it if you want to go home tonight. First though, the three of us gotta clean this apartment this afternoon, or they might not rent to us again and I want a place here next fall. Don't you guys agree?" Robby says, "Definitely!" and I go, "Yeah, I assumed that was a given. Our apartment isn't that dirty so we can knock out the cleaning in a couple of hours." We have a cigarette on the balcony finishing our coffees and laughing about stuff that happened this year at Merrimack. Mostly we're remembering the drunken loads everyone tied on during the year. Chubby says, "It's that damn Tracy's fault for supplying beer to the whole freshman class." I go, "I don't recall him forcing anyone to drink it." Chubby's like, "I'm not complaining... just saying." After our coffees, we begin cleaning the apartment and I think of Willie and me cleaning that dumpy room at the motor inn, which makes me think about Saturday and the date we're supposed to have. Damn, I don't feel like another thrill ride this soon. I work my mind to come up with an excuse to get out of the date, and settle on a toothache. Tomorrow I'll text him that I've got an abscessed tooth and have an appointment to have it tended to. It's very painful etc. etc. and I won't feel like going out after the dentist appointment. Yeah, that's only a little white lie because one of my teeth is sensitive to cold beverages, so how do I know it isn't an abscessed tooth, ya know? I like to keep my bald faced lies to a minimum. Chubby, Robby, and me do a really good job cleaning the place and getting our personal stuff boxed up to take home. It takes four hours and then the three of us have a late lunch at a restaurant named 'Joe Fish's'. None of us orders fish. Back at the apartment we load Robby's stuff in the pickup. When it's time to say goodbye Robby and I go into our bedroom and do a lover's kiss, then he says, "I'm gonna stop in to say goodbye to Ryan, but do you wanna hang out together tomorrow? The three of us?" I go, "Yep, I do." Robby goes, "Um, this might be annoying to you, Dylan, but I promised your nagging twin I'd ask you something." I go, "Ask away, Robby?" He chuckles, "This is so nuts, but would you consider, you know, doing it with Ryan again? He isn't sure you want to, and I told him I'd ask you." I suck on my lips, then say, "Man, you've satisfied my sex drive totally, Robby, so I don't know. Does it need to be tonight?" He doesn't answer that, but goes, "That was my plan, to totally satisfy your sex drive... haha." Then he answers, "No, it doesn't need to be tonight, it doesn't need to be at all, but would you text him or call him and tell him, if not tonight then some other time." I say, "Sure, I'll call him, but doesn't it bother you that we have sex together?" Robby shrugs, "Yeah, it does, but if I want to have two boyfriends I can't very well expect them to be celibate to others, and as long as it's you Ryan wants to do it with we can keep it in our threesome." I say, "I'll call him, but that thing about him telling you every detail of our sex sucks. It embarrasses me." Robby squeezes the back of my neck, saying, "I'm over that. You've been right all along; keep the side sex to yourself. No more sharing the lurid details 'cause it's a bitch pretending I'm enjoying hearing it, 'cause I don't!" I go, "Yeah, that's what we'll do, keep it to ourselves. All of us." Robby smiles, "You were right about everything, weren't you, smarty?" I go, "Not about you being somebody you're not. I was dead wrong about that and I admit it." Robby says, "All I know is you love me more then ever, so something worked. I don't know what, but something. I'm thrilled about that, fer sure." I go, "Me too." Chubby yells, "How long's it take to say goodbye? You're not going off to war."

Robby and I do a last kiss,then we join Chubby. Robby says, "Hey, Chubby, I'm having a going away party for Connor a week from tomorrow, so save that date." Chubby goes, "Awesome, Robby! That's a great idea, but I'm fighting with my Framingham girlfriend Mary Jo, we hate each other now, so I'll probably go stag because driving back and forth to get Sam is out of the question." Robby's like, "Either way, but it's important we get all the kids who know Connor to show up. I'm going to do the party up right." We talk about ideas for Connor's going away party while smoking on the balcony, then Robby takes off giving me a kiss right in front of Chubby, but we've done that before. I walk down with Robby to be with him a little longer and we kiss again in the parking lot, then I ask, "You think we'll make everybody sick with our love affair once we're out to everyone?" Robby laughs, and goes, "Probably, but I can't help it. I love kissing you," and he kisses me again. "Will you call me when you get home tomorrow, Dylan?" I say, "That's the first thing I'll do, Robby. See ya tomorrow," and the long farewell comes to and end as Robby drives out of the parking lot for the last time until the fall. I watch his pickup leave wondering how we came to be more in love considering all the confusion of the last four months; but we are, so I guess the why of it isn't all that important. Checking my watch, I see it's four thirty. Do I want to have Ryan do his dominant fuck on me tonight or not? That is the question. Well, I know Chubby and Robby are busy tonight and the only other guy I feel like hanging with tonight is Connor. I mean, I don't mind hooking up with Ryan because I really do like him, although we might not do the sex. First, I'll call Connor though. Back in the apartment Chubby's taking a shower, getting ready for his date. I call Connor and he answers, saying, "Hi, Dylan, how'd you do on your finals?" We talk about that for awhile and then Connor asks, "Um, can you and me get together before I go in the Army?" Hmmm, I know what he means, but not tonight because it'd be too, I don't know, too awkward. I want to have a special time with him, not a quickie. Something he'll remember, but we can still hang out tonight. Jeez, Robby really took care of me last night and this morning because usually I'd be jumping at Ryan's suggesting we do the dominant fuck, or certainly Connor's inferred invitation. Anyway, I say, "That's guaranteed, Connor, but not tonight, although..." He interrupts, "Yeah, tonight I promised Josh we'd have a roommates' dinner together, but when you and I are home I hope you'll call me." I go, "You're having dinner with Josh?" He says, "Oh man, he doesn't have any friends so I feel bad for him. It'll make him feel good." Jeez, dinner with that loser. I go, "There's a reason he doesn't have any friends, Connor." He mumbles, "I know, he's, um, abrasive to everyone. But, like I said, I feel bad for him." I'm shaking my head, saying, "You're too nice. He treats you badly too, but I'm not going to make it worse by chastising you. It's extremely nice of you to do that for him, not that I'm surprised you'd do something nice. I hope it's a nice dinner, too. I'll call you over the weekend and we'll make plans. Um, just a heads up for you: Robby and I are coming 'out' to our parents this weekend, so if it'll be awkward for you to be seen with me, we'll work something out." He goes, "Awkward? Are you kidding! I'll be happy to be seen with you any time or place. If anyone asks me I'll tell them I'm gay too." I go, "You're a good guy, Connor, but don't tell the guys in the Army you're gay 'cause it might not work so well there." He goes, "Oh, I wasn't planning to tell the Army." I go, "Good thinking. I'll call you this weekend." He says, "I still love you, you know." I give the standard, "Right back at ya, dude," and he laughs, saying, "You know what I mean." We say goodbye and now I feel bad. Connor in the Army... that really sucks!

In the kitchen I get one of the few remaining Snapples from the refrigerator and drink it while scouring my brain to come up with some way to get Connor out of the Army, except one thing always blocks that: Connor wants to go in the Army because it's the only way he'll get money for college, and he wants a college degree. My mom can't cosign for his loans because she already cosigned for mine and she doesn't have a big enough income to justify anther loan. Stumped, I go out on the balcony for a smoke and Chubby joins me a minute later looking shiny clean and wearing one of my new shirts that I washed; one of the ones Willie bought me on Wednesday. He smiles, "Love this shirt, Dylan!" I smirk, "Yeah, it's cool. Willie bought it for me." He goes, "I don't care, it's cool. Wish I had a rich girlfriend." Chubby's cell phone beeps and he answers it. Sounds like he's talking to his mom, and then he says, "I'll check with him, mom." Chubby holds the cell phone to his chest, saying, "The mom's want to switch nights with a couple of the Sunday waitresses so the four of us can have a homecoming dinner tomorrow night. Whaddaya say?" I go, "Jeez, they're giving up a rare date night. Man, we gotta do it; it must mean a lot to them." Chubby, says into his cell, "Mom, we'll both make sure we're there and thanks. Um, do want Dylan and me to make the dinner? We'd be happy to." He listens, then says, "Great idea! Can't wait. Love you!" and clicks off. "They're getting Chinese take out." I go, "Good! The moms aren't culinary geniuses." Chubby goes, "Yep, that's for sure, plus I love me some Chinese take out." I mutter, "Yeah, once in a while it's okay although it gets tiresome avoiding all the broccoli they put in most dishes. Fried rice and pork is good." And we talk about Chinese food for awhile before Chubby says, "Mom sounded nervous. It's crazy, but she did." I go, "Hmmm, something's up. Maybe one of them is getting married." Chubby goes, "Oh my God, I'm too old to break in a daddy, unless he's rich of course, then I'd make the effort." I go, "Yeah, unload the school loans on our new millionaire daddy." Chubby says, "Hey, keep your paws off my new rich, um, what do I call him?" I go, "Step-dad," and Chubby's like, "No, that's how I'll refer to him, but do I call him 'Pop' or 'Dad' or 'hey you'?" I laugh and mutter, "Maybe not 'hey you', especially if he's rich. If it's my mom getting married I'm calling the guy by his name." We speculate on the possibilities of adding someone to our odd two moms and two boys family and decide it'll be awkward. Then Chubby's gotta leave for Samantha's family dinner party and his last word on the matter is, "It might not even be that one of the moms is getting married." I ask, "What else could it be?" and Chubby mysteriously says, "I might know, but let's wait and see." As he's going inside I yell after him, "Thanks for sharing!" being sarcastic because he wouldn't tell me what he thinks he knows. Then I think about Chubby's and my dinner at Ken's Steak House when Chubby told me he has two big secrets he's not going to tell me. One was his to tell and the other was someone else's. Damn, I had forgotten about that. Wonder what those two secrets could be?

As I try to imagine what they might be, and not coming up with anything that makes sense, my cell phone rings and the caller ID indicates it's Ryan. I forgot to call him. I answer with, "I was just about to call you, Ryan," which isn't a complete lie because I would have called if I had thought of it. He goes, "Hi, twin, I was worried you might forget." I say, "Pretend I called, okay... whats up?" He says, "First of all, will you give me a fresh haircut so I can look sharp when I go home tomorrow?" I say, "Sure, what else, is it about us doing your dominant sex on my smacked ass?" He goes, "Bingo! We got bingo! I got some new ideas too!" I laugh because he gets so excited about stuff. "Can we?" he excitedly asks in almost a nag. I don't really want to because Robby's taken such good care of my sex drive earlier, but I don't want to hurt my twin's feelings either, so I say, "How 'bout if we play it by ear?" He chuckles, "So you're saying, 'maybe'? That's a lot better than 'no'. What time can I come over?" I go, "Oh good you still have your mom's car, as I don't have wheels tonight. How 'bout six o'clock?" He says, "You're awesome, Dylan! I'll see you then." We say goodbye and I smile thinking about Ryan and his enthusiasm. Just goes to show that you don't know somebody until you actually know them. Making judgments about people from a distance is foolish, but we all do it anyway. I've got forty-five minutes before Ryan arrives, so I use the bathroom, then take another quick shower because I got sweaty cleaning this place. Chubby and me will do a quick clean-up of our bathrooms before we leave tomorrow; it won't be much because we cleaned them really well today. Putting on my last clean pair of sweatpants and a short sleeve polo shirt and sneakers, I unpack the barber tools and set them up on the kitchen bar. I'll need to clean up the area after Ryan's haircut, too. The doorbell sounds and I answer to see a smiling Ryan, who says, "Hiya, Dylan!" and I go, "Hi, twin," and we kiss hello. It's so damn strange how I can now detect Ryan's sexy personal scent. Robby says Ryan doesn't have one, which is odd because he's had ten times as much sex with Ryan as I've had. Well, maybe more than ten times as much since my twin and I have only done ii a couple of times, and you can hardly count the first one. Anyway, now I think Ryan smells sexy and he isn't wearing cologne, so it's gotta be him. Maybe I'm associating our sex together with his natural scent and it's become sexy to me. Hmmm.

Referring to his haircut, Ryan asks, "Should I take my shirt off, Dylan?" I say, "Yep, and hop up on the stool. You just want your burr haircut neatened, right?" He says, "Yeah, my dad loves that I finally got rid of my long hair, so it's cool. You're my favorite barber of all time, too!" His shirt comes off and I have the strongest urge to hug his little body. Damn, he seems cute to me now, and just as I'm thinking he's cute he pushes his glasses up his little nose and that's cute, too. Plus, he's the cleanest person I know, he's like Robby that way. I'm not sure I want to do the sex with him so I don't give him the wrong signal by hugging him, although the urge is there just the same and it's baffling to me that my love for Robby is at an all time high, yet other boys still interest me. I go, "Um, Ryan, don't push your glasses up, you need to take them off." He goes, "Oh yeah, of course. I get a little nervous when I'm with you, a little antsy." I frown, "With me, why?" He says, "Because you're so, I don't know, perfect. You're cool, uber-cute, and you got a great body and you cut hair awesomely and..." I'm curious what he was going to add to that list before he stopped himself. And anyway, Robby's all those things Ryan mentioned more than me, except the part about haircutting. I ask, "And what?" He looks down and mumbles, "I guess it's mostly that you're so sexy, it makes me kinda nervous. I can't put my finger on it exactly, but you're the sexiest boy I've ever known, or ever seen." I go, "Jeez, Robby's all those things you said about me. To me he's the sexiest boy I've ever seen." Then I quickly add, "You're sexy too." Sitting on the stool now, he mutters, "Thanks, but Rob and me aren't nearly as sexy as you, and please don't tell him I said that." This is sincerely puzzling to me. I comb through his hair, absently saying, "Your hair grows fast, Ryan. Faster then mine." Then I get a thought, "Maybe you think I'm sexier because I do the submissive sex with you being dominant, and Robby doesn't. Could that be it?" He mumbles, "I shouldn't have brought the subject up; sometimes my mouth runs off without me thinking about what I'm going to say. But no, it's not just because you do me a favor and let me fuck you. I thought you were sexier before I even knew you, just from seeing you around campus and that's why I lied to you that time and said you were stuck-up. You've never been stuck-up as far as I know." I want to drop the subject now myself, so I say, "Okay, we'll pretend you never brought it up, and I'll never mention it again to anybody, including our boyfriend." He gives me a big smile, saying, "See, you're awesome, like I said!" He's excited again. I go, "I gotta agree with you there, twin. I am awesome, now let me give you a haircut."

I only need to cut about a quarter inch off Ryan's hair all over his head and it turns out better now because his hair is trained in the burr haircut style. He does look good with this haircut. I do a fresh outline around his nicely shaped ears and can't resist squeezing one of his ears, which I shouldn't have done because he uses it as an opening to say, "You forgot the intimate part of the haircut, Dylan." Oh, to hell with will power. I get my arm around his neck and press my face against the side of his and give him a big kiss on the cheek, inhaling his sexy aroma. He goes, "Ohhh," in sort of a sigh. When I loosen my hold and I'm about to ask if that was affectionate enough, Ryan turns his head and gets an arm around my neck to kiss me on the lips and it's not a 'hello' or 'goodbye' kiss either. Ryan goes into his unique manner of kissing, sucking on my lips and using his fantastic tongue and it again absolutely captivates me and we go into a boner poppin' make-out that lasts three minutes or so. When I manage to free myself I know I'm going to have sex with him tonight. Actually I want to do the sex with him right now, but force myself to say, "Let's get something to eat and then we'll come back here." He says, "Or we could go to my dorm room. My roommate's already left." He's got serious tenting in his pants and so do I. Gulping, I go, "Yeah, that'd be better. I don't expect Chubby home early, but he's unpredictable. We'll use your room." I'm brushing his narrow shoulders with the palm of my hand, brushing off hair clippings as Ryan's plays with himself, saying, "Great! I'm so excited about this!" Well I am too, which is troubling. I just professed undying love for Robby and a few hours later I'm anxious to be fucked by Ryan. Of course, the sex is about as different as it can be. It's still troubling though: are Ryan and I going to get carried away with sex together this summer? Can it alter our threesome, or God forbid, Robby's and my relationship? I'm determined not to let that happen, but I'm not sure how I'm going to do that. It has something to do with willpower, I'm sure of that. Ryan helps me sweep up the hair, clean the kitchen bar, and repack the barber stuff. We bump each other as we do the clean up, grinning stupidly at each other and my dick is very interested. Ryan's very happy with his haircut and I enjoyed cutting it because he has thick hair, but very soft. We don't do anymore kissing although I think about it 'cause he tastes good and smells good, a potentially lethal combination right there. Then I think, 'People perceive smells differently, so maybe that's why Robby doesn't recognize the same scent from Ryan that I do'. That makes sense to me, the same way Ryan perceives me as sexier than Robby and I perceive Robby as the sexiest person on the planet. Yeah, it's as simple as that, but what are the potential repercussions of our different perceptions? Yes, that's the question.

Ryan drives us to Burton's Grille for dinner; he wants to treat me because of my free haircuts. And he clarifies that by including future free haircuts. I protest, but he insists and he did tell me his folks are well off and give him a generous allowance so I give in. The food is excellent and while we eat Ryan tells me some funny self-deprecating stories about his job as equipment manager for the baseball team. He got no respect from anyone except Robby, including the team's coaches and manager. He makes the stories funny, but I'd like to kick some of those jocks in the ass for the mean-spirited ways they've treated Ryan. Talk about stuck-up! Jocks can be stuck-up although Robby's never been like that, and he was a star player in high school. Ryan tells me he played baseball for the junior varsity in high school, but never made the varsity team. He wanted to be around the sport at college so applied for the so-called equipment manager's position, which would be better named 'team flunky'. He picked up the towels after the players showered, he washed their uniforms and other flunky tasks. But like I said, he made it sound funny and he's not bitter about it at all, as he liked the work. Then we got into his conflicting submissiveness to Robby and dominance to me. He swears he was never dominant before, although he fantasized about having a submissive boyfriend. He tells me that even when he was into elaborate fantasizing about being the dominant top, he never thought he had a snowball's chance in hell of ever pulling it off. Because of me he's getting the chance to live his fantasy. He mumbles, "When you let me fulfill a dream and top you that first time it wasn't really dominant, of course, but there was something about being the top that excited me. Being a top even in our first fuck made me realize being a top is basically dominant by its very nature, and I've had lots of experience with dominant boys in the past, so I began hoping maybe you'd let me do some dominant stuff with you." I go, "Yeah, but I don't believe you actually spelled out what you had in mind at first." He looks down nodding his head, "Yeah, I know Dylan, but when I applied some dominant stuff the other time you went along and Rob told me you wanted him to be more dominant so that gave me the guts to try some with you. You seemed to like it, right?" I go, "Uh huh," and he goes on, "After the second time we had sex - the first with me really doing the dominant stuff - you said we'd definitely do it again. I was thrilled, and I still am thrilled. Tonight will maybe be enough for awhile and you won't want to do it again, but I'll always have the memories."

Interesting. I ask, "Are you losing interest in being the submissive partner for Robby?" Ryan goes, "No, I don't think so, but like I told you, I've never had orgasms to compare to the two I've had with you the last two times we did it." We keep our voices down so fellow diners don't get all hot and bothered, or repulsed, take your pick. It's ironic I have a sex partner in Willie who was extremely submissive when I met him, but not to me; he was submissive to that asshole Larry. Then Willie became extremely dominant to me and now, at the same time he's extremely dominant to me, he's also back exploring his submissive side with his neighbor. And here's Ryan who's submissive to Robby, but very dominant to me, although only during sex. Other times he's deferential to me. Jeez! Anyway, I believe Ryan and his story is interesting, like I said, but I've topped and liked it too, so it shouldn't surprise me that these other guys can do both. I don't like being the top nearly as much as being a submissive bottom, so Ryan and Willie probably have a favorite role and with Willie I'm sure his is being dominant to me. Ryan appears to like that role better, too so I don't know how that's gonna work long range as far as Robby goes. Fetishes, dominant or submissive ones, are mysterious and believe me I've Googled the topic of fetishes and there's no definitive explanation for them. Some sort of childhood influence, or misreading of an influence are just a couple of the speculations and theories offered as explanation for fetishes, but no one really knows. The latest on the topic is that if you are practicing your fetish with an of-age willing partner and it isn't doing any real harm, it's okay. Kinky yeah, but having the fetish isn't bad in and of itself, as long as it's not self destructive or giving you mental problems. I'll watch out for that.

We go to Ryan's dorm after dinner and it's much neater than other dorm rooms I've been in. Ryan takes a deep breath and says, "Okay, here goes. Get naked now!" He's trying for authoritative and doing pretty well with it, but it's a big change from the way he normally is, which is a damn nice, sweet kid; he really is, and extremely likable. I'm kinda anxious to see if it's as hot this time as the last time. Ryan drops the authoritative manner of speaking to ask, "Oh, I was wondering, Dylan... um, would it be alright to tie your hands? I mentioned to you that mine were always tied and I have soft leather ties I could use on you." I ask, "Robby ties your hands?" He shakes his head 'no' real fast, saying, "No, not Robby, but Robby's not really dominant. He'd never tie my hands, but the two previous boys were quite dominant so they didn't ask me, they just did it." Thinking back to Willie and me Wednesday night, the tied hands were no problem and kinda added to things, except for the length of time he kept them tied. So I say, "Okay, but only while we're doing the sub/dom sex. Right after sex you need to untie them. You know, if I can't trust you I'll never do this with you again." He looks hurt, "You can trust me, Dylan. I won't even keep them tied when I fuck you. And hell, you'd beat the shit out of me if I do something untrustworthy anyway, and I can do without that. Plus, I loved that you're suggesting they'll be other times. Really?" I shrug and go, "As long as it's still hot and sexy and it doesn't bother my main boyfriend, sure." Ryan picks up on that too, saying, "Your main boyfriend, does that mean I'm your boyfriend on the side? I never even hoped for that." I say, "You sell yourself short, Ryan. Yeah, let's say you're my boyfriend on the side. We're having sex together aren't we?" and I ruffle his hair. Cute kid. Well, he's no kid unless I am too because we're both the same age. He asks, "What's your safe word?" I say, "Let's use 'safe word' again," he says, "Is that what you used last time? I don't remember that, but okay, I got it. Now get naked." I kick off my sneakers, pull my polo shirt over my head and slip out of my lightweight sweat pants. "Socks and underwear too," Ryan says, and when I take them off, with him watching me and still fully dressed, a bit of a submissiveness creeps right into my brain. I'm naked and he's not; that'll give a clue as to who's the submissive one, and who isn't. Ryan does what Willie does, he gets my dick in his hand and leads me with it as a leash, saying, "Over here near my bed," and we take only dozen steps, so it isn't necessary to pull me by my dick, but it's a dominant move and kinda cool of Ryan. He hasn't packed to leave yet, as I see clothes still in the bureau drawer he's rustling through coming up with two leather strips, a long one and a shorter one. The shorter one he ties my elbows across my back, but not together or that would be painful. They're pulled together just enough to straighten my shoulders, then the longer strap ties my wrists in front of me and believe me, there's no way I'd get out of these things without someone cutting them or untying them for me.

He looks pleased, then goes, "There, you'll do what I say now, won't ya?" and he slaps my ass with something that really stings. In his everyday voice again, he goes, "Dammit, I forgot to ask you if I can use my favorite ping pong paddle for your spanking. Remember I told you that's what I was usually spanked with? Can I use it, just until you say the safe word." Jesus, what a trip this is. I say, "Okay, but that thing stings and I'm not going to try to be a tough guy, I'll be screaming 'safe word' as soon as it gets to stinging." Too bad Willie didn't think of using a ping pong paddle. Maybe I'll suggest it...not! Ryan gives my ass another good whack with the paddle and damn, that stings. He says, "One of the guys used a paddle on me with small holes drilled in it, that was the worst." Yeah, I remember him telling me about that. Damn, this tied hands thing is really putting me in a submissive frame of mind already, I'm freakin' helpless. He adds, "This is just a regular ping pong paddle from home. I don't know why I brought the leather strips or the paddle with me, but I'm glad I did." Then another hard smack on my ass, with Ryan explaining, "Just getting you used to it. You know, your tolerance increases each time we do this. The paddling toughens your butt cheeks. With me, my buttocks got so toughened my dom would drop down to paddle the back of my thighs and man-oh-man did that sting!" I imagine it would, and then I think of me strapping Shaun with my belt and the misdirected hit that got him across the back of his thighs, raising welts, and I want to avoid that tonight. Ryan goes, "One more thing," and he goes back to the drawer and comes back with a very thin leather strip that he ties around the top of my scrotum, explaining, "This will slow down your orgasm so you can enjoy me fucking you more. Believe me it's a help." Well, I recently experienced sort of the same thing with Willie's cock and scrotum rings, so I don't object, also because I want to please little Ryan all of a sudden. At least Ryan doesn't have a dildo. I need to get Shaun, Ryan, and Willie together sometime... haha. I'd like to watch that although I don't think Ryan would have much of a chance against Willie. Ryan's submissive side would take over pretty quickly. As for Shaun, I don't really know him that well, but he's pretty deep into submissive sex so Willie would really be dominating his ass, like he does mine. Ryan's looking at my nuts with a frown, then he reties the thin strip tighter and I'm going, "Uh, uh... that's too tight." He says, "Give it a couple of minutes, it'll be fine." I'm moving my feet grunting, but Ryan's not paying any attention to me except to mutter, "You're fine. I can't baby you too much or you won't get the best results. Think submissive!" Well, that 'baby' reference I didn't care for because I've never thought of myself as a 'baby'. I can take it. If I can just slip deeper into my submissive mode with Ryan like I do with Willie, it'll make the going easier. The trouble is, after Willie's form of outrageous dominance, Ryan's audacity almost seems mild and that's probably not going to get me into my deepest submissive frame of mind. It's not like I can decide to get into that frame of mind, it's got to happen on its own. Still, I'm naked, my arms are hogtied, and there's a leather strip tied tightly around my balls so there is every reason for me to be feeling more and more submissive to Ryan; it's a fun and sexy thing for me. Then he whacks my ass again, and says, "Stop moving your feet or I'll smack your nuts with the paddle! And no more talking unless I ask you something. Don't make me put a gag on you!" I stop going from one foot to the other immediately. "Stand up straight!" and another hard whack on my ass and I do what I'm told realizing my submissive state is deeper already. Ryan holds up a leather gag with a ball in the middle. He says, "I used to wear this all the time. My dom didn't give me warning, he just put it on me and it was awesome, but I couldn't say the safe word so he went by facial expressions. In case we need to use this let me see a facial expression that will indicate the safe word. I open my eyes and mouth really wide and Ryan says, "Okay, if I need to use the gag on you, I'll watch for you opening your eyes real wide."

I'm thinking, 'I don't want to wear that, so I'm going to cooperate and see if I just enjoy myself.' Ryan says, "On your knees, take my cock out and suck it good." I go right down on my knees. It's surprisingly awkward with my arms bound like this and it's also surprising to find I'm already in quite a docile state and I'm not sure when it happened. Ryan's had a lot of experience being on the other side of things so he knows what he's doing. Kneeling in front of him I realize I don't have the use of my arms, which feel numb already, like I don't have arms. That thought puts me deeper into submission as I look up at Ryan for instructions. He says, "Use your mouth. That should be obvious." I press my face against his crotch and work my nose into the zipper opening. There's no zipper on his sweatpants so it's possible to get through that opening, but he's wearing jockey shorts and I can't negotiate the opening of those babies, so I look up to him again. He's got the paddle in his hand, "Go down on your forehead!" I lean forward as he steps aside, and now I'm a tripod, my knees my and forehead on the carpet. Ryan walks behind me and paddles my ass twice and I already want to say the safe word except my pride won't let me, and I almost slip into my 'little boy' frame of mind too because this is a very submissive position to be in. He says, "If you can't get my cock out the way you tried, what's your next idea for getting to my cock and balls? Don't answer, just get back up on your knees and figure it out," and then "WHACK!" and I yelped out this time. "Get up!" he says, and I do. Ryan stands in front of me and my face presses against his stomach as my teeth get the waist band of his sweatpants and works them down. "Good," Ryan mumbles. Yeah, but his pants are hung up on his bubble butt in back, so I walk on my knees behind him and drag them off his butt. "Now you're getting it. I'm proud of you. It took me a dozen whacks on my ass the first time I was given this task. You're a quicker thinker than I was." Feeling proud of myself for getting praise from my dominant sex partner, I do the same for his jockey shorts; first the front and then the back. When his bare ass is in front of me I just naturally kiss his ass on both butt cheeks; he smells so clean and sexy I lick up his crack flattening the sparse hairs there and then suck on his asshole. No unpleasant taste and his aroma is amazing. Then I awkwardly walk on my knees to the front of him again, not even giving a thought that he'd turn around for me. Getting his jockey shorts' waistband between my teeth I pull them and his sweatpants down to his knees with my nose dragging against his skin and then through his pubes and the smell is awesome. My dick is hard already and I move to stroke it, but I have no arms. Oh, this is a very dominant sex partner I'm dealing with here! Plus, he has the nicest set of cock and balls, I can't wait to taste them. I gobble his cock into my mouth; it's already quite firm because Ryan gets a boner when being spanked or doing the spanking. I begin sucking his long organ, with my nose pressed against his belly above his pubic patch, and my cock has gotten so hard it's trembling! Oh yeah, this is what I'm talking about! As I suck his cock my cock throbs and I'm loving it. When his cock gets very hard, I have a strange thought, 'I'm hoping he'll still put me across his lap like he did the other two times'.

As if reading my mind, Ryan says, "You're doing very well, so I'll go easier on you when I'm paddling your ass. You know the position I want you in. Lay across my lap. I'm not following the same script as the first two times.I promised you I'd take up the dominance this time and by the look of your boner, you approve." His cock is very hard too, and with his wet boner against my face pointing up, I lick his balls. First I flatten the hairs on his balls, and like on his ass there aren't a lot of them. Oh, he smells so good! I can only get one nut in my mouth at a time because I can't push the other one in with my finger like I did before. I suck and hum on one nut at a time and a big bubble of precum drools out of his dick and runs down my forehead, then my cheek. I spit out his nut and lap at the precum on my cheek, but my tongue can't reach it so I lap his pubes some more and then suck his cock again and get a big drool of precum to swallow. Ryan smacks my head with his open hand, and goes, "Get up now!" I stand right up and stand very straight. "Open your mouth." I open wide feeling very relaxed in my extremely submissive state. I don't know how Ryan got me here so quickly, but it's a nice feeling. My ass still stings, but I'm content and a little anxious for him to fuck me, already contemplating my orgasm and expecting it to be bigger then the one I had with Willie. The orgasms I have with Willie and Ryan are very different types. They're not like a lover's orgasm that seems to flow along with awesome feelings of love and devotion. This orgasm will be totally sexual but with feelings of admiration for my dominant partner, little Ryan, my twin boyfriend of Robby's. That's a nice connection. Ryan says, "Bring your head down," so I lean down with my mouth open while his thumb and forefinger probes around in my mouth and pulsl out one of his pubic hairs. Ryan rubs his thumb and forefinger together until the wet pubic hair comes loose and drifts to the floor. More probing in my mouth, then a muttered, "There was only one, I guess." He gives my ass a smack with the paddle, saying, "Close." When I close my mouth, he says, "You're getting very good at this, Dylan. Are you deep in submission to me now?" I quietly say, "Yes, Ryan," and he mutters, "My twin is awesome." His arm goes around my neck and he kisses me with lots of tongue. The kissing goes on for three minutes or so and all thoughts of my tied arms and nuts and my smacked ass are forgotten. My balls feel heavy with spunk already and finally a few drips of precum work their way past the leather tie at the top of my scrotum as a drool of precum runs down my cock, which is tight against my belly pointing up very straight. It's a wonderful submissive and sexually arousing situation I find myself in. Better than Willie's because maybe I like Ryan better than Willie, or maybe it's because this is a relatively new experience for me. When it feels like my balls will explode, Ryan says, "Time for your spanking. Will you try to take the entire spanking from your twin? I'd like you to because, as you know, I get very aroused spanking you. It surprised me to discover I get as aroused spanking you as I do being spanked, but I do. Maybe I'm a dominant partner at heart after all, and never realized it. Do you think I'm a good dom for you, Dylan?" That's a question so I'm allowed to speak. I say, "Oh yes, Ryan. You're an awesome dominant partner." He goes, "That makes me feel good!" He's let excitement slip back into his voice and drops the authoritative tone for the moment. Then he asks again, "Will you try to accept my entire spanking, Dylan?" I go, "I'll try, Ryan," and realize I will try to please him. He goes, "Okay, I hope you do. Come over to the chair," as he grips my boner, pulling it away from my belly, and leads me by my cock. I'm docile as I take little steps, enjoying the way his small hand feels on my hard flesh leash.

Ryan lets go of my cock and sits down. "Lay across my lap and arrange both our boners; mine against my belly and your's under your belly with your balls between my thighs. I do that, but without being able to use my hands, it takes a few tries. He says, "Good," as he brings the paddle down in a sweeping motion against my right butt cheek. I go, "Opmth," and Ryan goes, "Shhh, Dylan. Make me proud," and I try. After the fifth whack on my ass I'm whimpering, but he has no mercy and I let out another yelp with the sixth whack. He crushes my nuts between his legs because I yelled out, and I see stars as my nuts throb, but my smacked ass is secondary now. I make it to ten paddles telling myself not to yell out and promising myself I'll call out the safe word after the tenth one, but Ryan says, "You're doing good. We're half way there." Half way? Shit! But I grit my teeth and last another six. By now my face is covered in tears and mucus and without thinking about it, I yell, "SAFE WORD!!!" Ryan stops smacking my ass and quietly asks, "Can you take one more for me, Dylan?" "Okay, one more, Ryan, for you," I whimper. And immediately I feel intense pain as he goes, "WHACK!" against my sore butt cheek with the paddle. He rubs my ass with the paddle, then asks, "One more, please, okay?" I'm bawling now, but he said 'please' so I mumble, "Okay, but just one," and "WHACK!!" and I'm squirming on his lap again and get my nuts crunched between his surprising hard thighs. He says, "You're three smacks away from pleasing me. How 'bout it? I'll do 'em fast." I go, "Okay, for you, I'll do it," and I feel so proud of myself. He keeps his word, "WHACK!" "WHACK! "WHACK!" real fast and my ass is on fire, but I did it. He says, "That's excellent, Dylan! I almost blew my load with those least three. I'll massage your bubble butt for you and get some blood back in 'em. You're fantastic. I never expected you could man-up and take all twenty." As he massages my burning butt cheeks, he says, "We'll keep the number at twenty for the next couple of times," and the burning is joined by warmth in my butt cheeks now, but they still sting like mad. As he rubs, he's saying, "You've got a fabulously sexy ass, Dylan; just fantastic. You know my dom used to break the skin of my butt with the spanking, but you're a ways away from that." A warm burning in my ass, but it's still painful as he says, "Okay, get up and sit on my lap facing me." I do that quickly, feeling less silly about doing it than last time. Ryan goes, "Oh, you're crying again," and he wipes my tears with the palms of his hands, muttering, "Ya big baby," then chuckling, he takes out his handkerchief and puts it against my nose, "Blow hard for me, Dylan." I blow hard, as he mutters, "Good," and folds the handkerchief before holding it to my nose again, "One more big blow for me, Dylan." As I blow my nose in my daddy's handkerchief I realize I'm feeling very little and very young. "Good," Ryan says and gets the palm of his hands on either side of my face to gently pull my face down to his and kisses me on the lips, then his tongue's in my mouth again and we make-out for a long time. Our boners are side-by-side between us, with precum rolling down both of them before Ryan's done with his fantastic kissing technique. He kisses all over my face and my ass is forgotten, as all I can think about are his lips and tongue and my throbbing hard boner. I would have spontaneously climaxed by now except for the tight tie around my scrotum.

The kissing's over for now and Ryan's talking to the youthful me, "How do you feel at this moment, Dylan?" I mumble, "Dreamy and like I'm eight or nine years old." He asks, "Isn't it so strange how you and me can get that feeling from a dominant sex partner?" I go, "Yes, but it feels so safe and comfortable with you, Ryan." He caresses my face with the palm of his hand and then runs his hand from my forehead into my hair on the top and then down the back of my head as I lean my head toward him, knowing full well he can do what he wants to me. He knows this too because he's been in my place in the past. Sitting on his lap facing him, I'm looking at Ryan dreamily and thinking to myself how awesome this little dominant sex partner is. His youthful face and little eyeglasses contradict how I perceive him at this moment. How mysterious is this submissive mood I'm in, and how odd I don't even resent the paddling Ryan gave me. I know it's part of this game, sex play is what it is, but could it ever become day to day reality somehow? That's the intriguing part. Ryan rubs my new haircut saying, "This haircut is too short for you, Dylan. Rob says he's going to let your hair grow out long enough so you can have a burr haircut like your twin. He wants his twin boyfriends to have the same haircut and I do too." I'm hypnotized, totally under his spell as he uses the whispery voice like he did our last time doing this. My eyes are half closed and no pain from my spanked ass registers in my brain. It's the craziest thing, and few people can experience it I suppose, but I'm glad I can. Ryan asks, "You'll let your hair grow out so you can have the same haircut as your twin, won't you, Dylan?" I say, "If you want me to I will." He nods his head knowing I belong to him for awhile. It's a nicer feeling with Ryan than with Willie and I'm not sure why that is, but those two very different boys can both do this to me, you know, put me in this extremely submissive frame of mind. Ryan asks, "Do you like sitting on my lap?" I nod my head and want to hug him around the neck with my face next to his except he's tied me up and I can't use my arms. I don't mind because being tied up makes me extremely dependent on Ryan and I trust him totally. He'll look after me. His hand caresses my face, "You're so cute, Dylan... it's the luckiest day of my life when I became infatuated with Rob. He's awesome and I love him, but it's led me to you too, and that led to me finding out I can be dominant with you, as dominant as my early sex partners were with me. I used to feel inferior and now I feel reborn and not inferior at all. I've learned being submissive in sex doesn't necessarily make me inferior to a dominant sex partner because you can't have one without the other; they're equal. You're certainly not inferior to anyone. You're awesome and I love you." Ryan's so serious and what he's saying is kind of sad, but good too. He's discovered something about himself and while I've never felt inferior because I have a submissive nature, particularly when sex is involved, he used to feel that way and now he doesn't. It must be terrible feeling inferior, not that I ever feel superior either. I feel equal, like Ryan said. He pulls my head gently down and kisses me, then asks, "Would you like me to fuck you now? I've got you in this very submissive state and a fuck will feel so good, won't it?" I mutter, "Yes, Ryan," and he says, "For me too. You let me fuck you and I love you for that, too. Do you love me?" I say, "Yes, Ryan." He asks, "As much as you love our boyfriend?" I go, "No, Ryan," and he's like, "You know you eventually will come to though, don't you?" I go, "Maybe, Ryan... I'm not sure." He hugs me against him. My hands are numb spread out on my stomach near my chest, my feet touches the floor on either side of Ryan's lap because I'm taller than him. My head drops down to his shoulder as he hugs me and begins rocking me slightly side to side like you might do with a toddler who's ready to go down for a nap. It's so nice I sigh contentedly.

After a minute Ryan's whispery voice says, "I love this sex game with you so much, even more than when Rob fucks me. This is better and until recently I never dreamed of doing this. Isn't it wonderful like this, Dylan?" Even in my present state of mind I think he's trying to put certain thoughts in my head. Maybe it's just the beginning of certain thoughts, but I'm not sure if he's imitating the way his past dominant partners did it to him, or if it's his own idea. And I don't believe he's being devious on purpose in either case. He asks again, "Isn't this wonderful?" I quietly say, my lips wetting the side of his neck, and his sexy scent filling my head, "Yes it is, Ryan." Almost too quietly for me to hear, he asks, "Is this better than Rob fucking you?" The truth is, this is so different I can't compare the two, but I want to please Ryan by now, so I say a half-truth, "At this moment it is. Yes, Ryan." He squeezes the back of my neck and rubs up the back of my head, then goes, "So nice, isn't it?" and I can hardly stay awake. My butt cheeks warmly sting, but aren't painful at all. Ryan continues rocking me, rubbing my back now, just above where my elbows are tied together. I'm just about to fall asleep, even with a throbbing boner pressed against Ryan's stomach, but Ryan says. "Stand up now, Dylan," and I blink my eyes hearing the authority that's returned to his voice. He's very good at that. I stand right up of course, groggy and barely awake, but I'm up. Ryan unties my wrists and then my elbows, asking, "It's a very submissive feeling being tied up, isn't it? Always was for me so I thought you might like it, too. I'll be honest, it gave me a boner when you docilely let me tie you up like that. What different sensations, sexual sensations, I get from being in this role when all my sex previous to you was in the submissive role I put you in. Ya know, I loved being submissive like you, but I actually think I like the dominant role better. Would you like to try the dominant part with me sometime?" He's massaging feeling back in my arms as I stand docilely in front of him slumping. Before I can answer, he says, "Stand up straight!" with authority back in his voice. I straighten up. Ryan's massaging my hand now, which isn't numb anymore, and his hand feels good on mine. I'm staring at him like I usually do when I'm this submissive. Using a conversational voice, he asks again, "Would you like to switch places with me sometime, Dylan? I'd be happy to do it with you." I think back to me being dominant with Shaun recently and say, "That would be fun, Ryan," but my voice is so low I need to repeat myself. Ryan says, "That's what we'll do then. You tell me when, okay?" Then he says, "Turn around," so I turn around with my back to him. I'm very excited and anxious to feel his cock up my ass. He whacks my ass three hard times and I contort my face, but don't let out a sound. Ryan mutters, "Good, and then, using his whispery voice, he asks, "Is it okay if I squeeze your nuts?" I gulp, shivers going up my spine, then I quietly say, "Okay," because I know he'll fuck me afterwards, and I'm desperate to cum. Ryan reaches around and grabs my heavy nuts roughly, then squeezes and I scream out. He goes, "Let it out, that'll help lessen the pain," and he seems concerned for me, but as he squeezes my balls again, he does it so hard and I almost pass out. Then a third time and I slump over yelling at the top of my lungs. Somebody will surely be breaking down the door any minute now, but Ryan's dripping cock head is at my anus now. He's anxious and without delay pushes it inside me and I go, "Ohhhhh," because this feels so much better than getting my nuts squashed. Ryan's got his hands on my shoulders massaging them and I want so badly to push back on his boner, but he might not like that and he's in charge.

We're like this for a minute with Ryan quietly gasping, probably just as turned on as I am. He seems to be super turned on by everything he's done to me up till now, and it's all combined to get me nearly hysterical with desire. Getting fucked is my reward for being a good submissive partner. Right now he's teasing me by making me wait and it's making my body vibrate with desire even as my balls ache something terrible and I feel sick to my stomach from the ball crunching. Finally he pushes his long hard boner all the way up my ass and when his pubic hairs tickle my ass cheeks, he asks, "How's my cock feel inside your body, Dylan?" I let out a long moan of pleasure, "Ahhhhhhhh, ohhhh," because he knows very well from his own experience how good this feels after a spanking and nut crunching. Slightly delirious now, I manage to say, "Fabulous, I love your cock in my pussy," and realize right away I'm mixing up Ryan and Willie. He sounds puzzled, asking, "Is that how I make you feel, like you have a pussy?" I sigh, "Um, no, I'm sorry. You make me feel like a submissive boy who loves your dominant cock in his ass." He chuckles, then mutters, "Jesus, I really gotcha, don't I?" My shoulders shudder as he slowly withdraws about seven inches of hard cock and my shoulders shudder again as it goes back up my ass, a little faster, then back seven inches again before beginning steady thrusting and I'm making moans of pleasure right from the start. My boner begins moving away from my body until it's rock hard and stretched very tightly, sticking straight out of me, vibrating. Another drool of precum makes its way past my tied nuts and drips to the floor. It feels so good. Ryan fucks me for three minutes straight, grunting and moaning. I'm bending my knees a bit so little Ryan can get his whole boner up my ass. His cock's feeling bigger now as Ryan gets more sexually aroused; his boner feels longer and thicker then when he inserted it into my ass. Ryan's cock might be the best cock for length and girth I've ever had inside me and it's feeling fantastic.

As my moans reach stupid and embarrassing levels, waves of pleasure emit from my boner, my balls, and my ass to spread to the inside of my thighs, then down to my toes which curl tightly, and up to my belly and all the way to my hair follicles on top of my head, and I'm writhing with pleasure. The contrast between pleasure and pain has intensified the sexual pleasure to a ridiculous level and more precum drips from my cock. I want to stroke myself so badly, but know better. I'm humping back into each thrust until Ryan leaves his cock up my ass and gets one arm around my waist to hug me against his crotch tightly. His free hand goes to my nuts again; he holds them tightly for a few seconds, then squeezes and holds the squeeze and my shrill scream is so high it's almost inaudible. Pain flashes through me and my brain gets scrambled trying to sort it out. Then he humps me for another five minutes as he makes strange squeaky sounds. The pain in my nuts is soon forgotten. A minute later he abruptly pulls his boner all the way out, saying, "On your knees." I go right down, trembling from the pleasure and pain, then I suck his cock wildly as he rubs my head. My eyes are at the top of their sockets looking at his cute little face. His eyeglasses are steamed up and he's got a grin on his lips, muttering, "Suck my cock," then a swat on my head, and finally, "Get on your hands and knees". I do that and he mounts me, his slippery boner shoves up my ass and he plows my ass fast. All the pain in my balls and buttocks are forgotten entirely as all there is in my world at this moment is the pleasure in my ass. I'm rocking back and forth from Ryan's rough fuck, his crotch slamming into my ass and his now eight-inch fat cock hits every sensitive spot in my ass with each thrust and I'm almost delirious with the need to climax. With every thrust of his cock I hop off the ground an inch and as I'm seeing flashes in my brain, I screech out as cum forces its way past the tight leather tie and, and a fine tight string flies straight down to the floor splattering upon contact. My head is back and I'm squealing as another sharp, thin stream of cum hits the floor. My body convulses at the relief of pent up desire for orgasm and I'm literally shaking from the pleasure of it. Another fine stream of cum makes its way from my nuts to the head of my cock and then to the floor. Ryan is pretty hysterical himself making almost as big a fool of himself as me, moaning his sounds of sexual arousal approaching a violent climax. Then my rectum is saturated with his cum, absolutely saturated. It came out in such a large volume I don't feel the sharp spike in my bowels like I sometimes do. He's pretty much out of control now, flailing his cock up my cum filled rectum as fast as I've ever been fucked before. It goes on for only another minute before he pulls out of my ass breathing in raspy fast short breaths and staggers over to the bed, mumbling, "Come on over with me, Dylan." I go over on all fours then stand up and climb on the bed with Ryan. We wrap each other in our arms and when our hearts stop beating like a humming bird's heart, Ryan kisses me about six times, then says, "That was the best sex I've ever had. How are your nuts? I hope they're okay." I mutter, "They're sore, but it was worth the sore nuts. What a wild orgasm I had. You're so fucking awesome, twin!" We kiss and, when we're into the kiss for about thirty seconds, it occurs to me that this is a little like a lover's kiss. I don't stop kissing back though, and I don't stop grasping his little body to mine. My mind is on Robby even as I'm clutching Ryan. I had the most loving experience with Robby last night and this morning, and that's on my mind. It's the sub/dom thing with Ryan, but true love's with Robby and I need to be sure those two don't get mixed up in my brain.

My thoughts return to the present as Ryan asks, "You're really into this, aren't you?" I nod my head real fast like he does when he's excited, then mutter, "Oh yeah," and lean my head over to do another kiss and this one's very much like a lover's kiss as we caress each other's head and shoulders. It's so strange to be doing a lover's kiss with Ryan, but we kiss until my cock is fully boned up again. Not being able to resist the temptation, I ask quietly in Ryan's ear, "Can I suck your cock some more?" He says, "If I can squeeze your nuts again." He's very serious, then he adds, "I'm trying to get you to like it the way I do. I want us to really be twins." He runs the palm of his hand against the side of my cheek as we stare into each other's eyes and I have the funniest feeling, a confusing feeling, but I finally quietly say, "Please squeeze my nuts, Ryan." He maintains eye contact as he slowly reaches down and gives my nuts a murderous squeeze. I want to please him by not screaming, but I scream just as loud as before. He never changes facial expression as he says, "You may suck my cock now." My face must be white as a sheet because the pain is rolling over me, but I scrunch down the bed, take his awesome cock in my hand and make love to it, kissing, licking and then sucking it. Possibly some stuff from my ass and Ryan's cum gets swallowed and then there's his awesome clean cock and his fantastic scent. I inhale his smell and suck his cock while lightly massaging his nuts. He says, "Give them a squeeze, Dylan," so I do and he grunts, but doesn't scream so I squeeze them harder as his cock in my mouth gets thicker. Another grunt from Ryan, but that's it. Damn! I suck his cock as the pain disappears from my balls and after a bit Ryan cups under my chin and says, "Come on up here for another kiss," and now we really are acting like lovers after sex, not like sex buddies. We do a luscious kiss with both our arms around the others neck and first Ryan goes, "Mmmmmm," and then I hear myself sighing in pleasure too. After the kiss, my boner's as hard as ever. The side of his hard cock is pressing against my belly button, I ask, "Will you fuck me some more, Ryan?" He says, "If you want, twin... sure, I'd like too." I ask, "Shall I get on my hands and knees?" He goes, "No, just turn around and I'll fuck you here, but what comes first?" I ask, "Will you squeeze my balls first?" He says, "I'm proud of you, and I'm proud to be your twin, too." He reaches down and again I'm screaming. I'll never get used to it! My balls are all I can think about. He quietly says, "Over you go," so I painfully turn away from him and he slides his cock back up my ass and fucks me good. Three minutes later only pleasure sounds coming from me. By now I've lost all the sense of embarrassment and I groan and moan stupidly calling Ryan's name and babbling that he's my man and I'll be his good boy, totally mixing up Willie and Ryan, or the other way around. Ryan fucks a small second orgasm out of me and then I suck his cock until I get his small second orgasm in my mouth.

After our second orgasms I cuddle in his arms as he tells me how good I did and how proud he is of me. Again, unable to exercise willpower, I ask, "Can I sleep with you tonight, Ryan?" He smiles, looking surprised but pleased, then says, "Sure you can," and kisses me some more. I'm so confused with everything... I'm confusing Willie and Ryan, and now Robby, too. Ryan never stops caressing me and telling me how great our sex was and this keeps me submissive to him and I have to agree with him, our sex was fantastic. In my confused state of mind, I'm hoping Ryan will fuck me tomorrow morning if I sleep naked with him tonight. No teeth brushing or showering, no nothing. Ryan takes his clothes off and it's awesome to be skin to skin with him in his bed. I rub my body against his naked body and then we kiss and I almost go into another trance. We finally fall asleep and when I wake up it's pitch black outside. I need to go to the bathroom so badly, but this isn't my room. It all comes back to me quickly and I feel the heat from my face as I blush, feeling deep humiliation at how I behaved earlier, and sleeping with Ryan, too. What will Chubby think when he doesn't see me in the morning? Ryan's sleeping and he still smells good to me and my rectum still tingles from his awesome fuck, but I feel horrible about making such a fool of myself, acting like I'm in love with Ryan and being more submissive to him than I even am with Willie. Sitting on the edge of his bed with my head in my hands I try to think what I'm going to do about this, and what does it all mean? With a clear head I know my true love is Robby, but how much of my feelings for Ryan earlier are true feelings and how much were due to my submissive state? Those feelings from the role playing games... can they be carried over to reality? Time will tell, but for now I'm happy and the summer looms ahead. I've got to be very pleased with this first year of my college experience. Awesome overall with many highlights and many good times ahead. Bring on the summer!

The end...

It's the end of Freshman year, but "Dylan's Summer Vacation Two" is coming right up. The 'Two' is added because there's an earlier summer vacation series. This is the new one.

Also for any reader who would like one more freshman year chapter I've written a special chapter I call an epilogue to the Freshman Year series. It's for those who wonder about a few unresolved topics, such as... what's the moms secret, and will Dylan really come out as gay to the moms, and what's Chubby's secret and does he really know what the mom's secret is? If you'd like to read this extra chapter, all you need to do is tell me. If not, the vacation series starts very soon. Thanks for reading my story.

Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com

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