Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2012 18:27:37 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR Chapter 52 by Donny Mumford DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR Chapter 52 by Donny Mumford I wake up in bed with Robby sleeping next to me; his cute face is so peaceful, and pretty too. It's impossible not to smile at my good fortune to be Robby's boyfriend, especially when thinking about the lover's sex we had last night and all the wonderful words of love from Robby. Ryan's told me that he's helping Robby with suggestions of ways to be more dominant in his sexual relations, and he's speculated that Robby's interested in that because he wants to please me, he's trying to be more dominant with our sex. Simply put: Robby's adopted this new dominant approach thinking it will lead to me appreciating and loving him more. There's no sense denying that I put the idea in his head, and while I do like him being a little bit dominant, unfortunately this has led to Robby's gaining the confidence to take on another boyfriend; their relationship seems to have developed into one of love as well. So that backfired on me, but then, what hasn't? Thankfully Robby's kind of love for Ryan isn't nearly as deep as his love and infatuation for me, but things change so I need to adjust with the changes. To please Robby, yesterday I agreed to let my twin boyfriend be the 'top' in a sexy fuck between us and that took an unexpected turn as well, and now Ryan's got the hots for me too and I must admit there's something about Ryan that's strangely attractive. He has something that's unique about him, which Robby's picked up on, I guess. The little guy's, I don't know, so sincere or something that's very, um, real. Oh, I don't know, but I was so wrong about him at first. It's funny how you can misread somebody so badly like I initially did with Ryan. We found common ground pretty quickly over lunch, that's all it took. I don't even mind that Robby's kind of manipulated Ryan and me into becoming friends. I wonder if Robby's got the back of his mind that if Ryan and me get to liking each other, this little threesome silliness can extend behind our agreed upon deadline of summer's end. Jeez, that would be pushing Robby, haha. Oh what the hell, with all the sex on the side I've bungled into - hardly any of it initiated by me – all of this has happened, so what's so bad about Robby enjoying his fling? Chubby's wrong that I'm real upset about the threesome, but it's awesome he's always there looking out for me. Of course I do the same for him too. I mean, I've advised him to dump those girlfriends and all that. He can do better. But Ryan, hmmm... It's something about that sex we had, I'm thinking about the second one, not the first; it was pretty hot I gotta admit. We got ourselves a triangle affair that seems to get more complicated every day. To be honest, yesterday Ryan's sex on me was so hot I could hardly believe it, plus I've got the strongest urge to try it again with him. At the same time, the love in my heart for Robby has increased to a level where now it's impossible to imagine my life without him. And, Robby's dominant behavior with me and my twin boyfriend strikes me as being so hot it's crazy; hotter then I've ever been for Robby before in my life, and that's in addition to the love for him I just mentioned that goes with the hotness. Robby's legitimately molten hot to me now. What the fuck am I going to do? On the one hand, like I said, I'm desperate to try it again with Ryan's type of dominant sex, which resulted in both of us having enormous climaxes, but at the same time the lover's climax Robby and I had last night was so pure and sexily pleasurable I can't even describe it. It was like other-worldly last night with Robby, and it's topped all previous emotions and encompassed all the most desirable feelings I could ever want, so why would I still want fuck around having sex with other cute boys? All I know is that diminutive Ryan, with his little eye glasses and his skinny shoulders, just did it for me in such a new way my dick almost blew off with my climax. That's probably why I want to do it again. And, what an unexpected turn of events that was, I never expected a fuck like that from Ryan, especially after the almost shy fuck we had the first time. Like I said, I only did it again with my twin in the first place to please Robby, who stupidly thought it'd be nice if I let my twin experience another 'top' fuck with me. I never expected Ryan to be sexy, so that shows how much I know. In one day, I experienced that unexpected hot fuck from Ryan and then at night, the best ever lover's fuck with Robby; both were awesome. Our threesome gets curiouser and curiouser, day by day, and it was curious from the start. Not that I'm complaining about it. Robby's arm is across my chest as he sleeps and I smile at him again, and become more determined then ever to do whatever I need to do to ensure our love endures. Last night Robby's love for me seemed to reach levels higher than ever before and I know my love for him is deeper and more meaningful than ever too. So maybe there's no need to worry, maybe the twin boyfriend scenario will simply run it's course and it'll be just Robby and me again. In the meantime, Robby may not even care if Ryan and I occasionally have a hot time together, so maybe I don't need to worry about that either. After all, Robby's the one who encouraged Ryan and me to have some buddy sex in the first place, probably because he hopes that will satisfy my urge for buddy sex, and maybe he's right. There's probably too many 'maybes' in all this for it to work though. Rubbing Robby's arm lightly with my hand, I'm thinking, 'God, he's so cute! So hot!' Then I grope my dick hoping for some morning sex with him, but now I'm wondering if it's Ryan's turn to be fucked by Robby today? We need a schedule. That way I'll know when it's my turn and when it's my twin's turn and not get my hopes built up for nothing. And, I think again, 'Goddammit, why did I ever coin the phrase "twin boyfriends"?' I'm using it routinely, as well, along with Ryan and especially Robby, who refers to Ryan and me as "twins" all the time now. When talking to me about Ryan, Robby doesn't even use his name, he just refers to him as "your twin". For example, last night when Robby gave his latest rule for me to follow, to wit: "From now on I want you to kiss your twin hello and goodbye." It was so presumptuous of Robby that it got my dick's attention. Anyway, that's what I'll be doing from now on, unless someone else is with us: when Ryan and I say, "hello" or "goodbye" we do a quick kiss on the lips. As that example shows, Robby's definitely taking more of a leadership role and it seems to be increasing everyday. He likes being dominant, and now in more areas than just sex, too. Come to think of it, that's just the way Willie got to be when I became more submissive to him. Human nature, perhaps. And anyway, how can I not be submissive when Ryan's acting so submissive to Robby? It's worked for Ryan because now Robby comes right out and says he loves Ryan. I don't want to be the one left behind so I guess I'll need to try being as submissive as my twin is. After Robby's words of love to me last night, I shouldn't really be worried about it, but who knows when he might change his mind if I'm acting like a pain in the ass complaining about stuff and balking about following Robby's leadership? I got to admit he's never seemed as happy as he is now, and I'm happy for him, but it keeps me on my toes knowing Robby's got Ryan in the wings to replace me should I screw up too often. It's a bit of a conundrum for me, as I may have mentioned before. As Robby sleeps his contented sleep, I'm running my fingers through his soft burr haircut while contemplating these confusing thoughts. And another thing: Robby's got the same burr haircut Ryan has, and now I want a burr haircut, too. When we first started being boyfriends Robby wanted to be like me, so when Willie took me for a flattop haircut, Robby wanted one too. Now it's a reversal of fortunes and I wanna be like Robby now, but that's mostly because Ryan does everything Robby does and I don't want to be the contrarian in our threesome; I wanna do what they do because I feel I need to in order to keep up. And now I need to deal with this hot sex from Ryan that he's got me wanting more of. We're both probably playing with fire, as Robby isn't aware we've developed some kind of 'thing' for each other. Like I said, Robby doesn't mind Ryan and me fucking because he wants us all to have a tight, loving relationship, but at the same time he obviously has no idea we're into each other as much as we are. Plus, I've got Shaun Sullivan coming over to the apartment for a haircut after my shift at Stop & Shop today, and he's already surprised the hell out of me by telling me he's gay. So that might be a temptation for me as well, and then Willie's coming up on Wednesday. Not exactly the formula for a celibate couple of days. Robby claimed he's fine with me spending the night with Willie, he said it eases his conscience about him spending so much time with Ryan lately. It's a bit of a mess, but like I said, Robby's so hot to me now I need his sex, and that's quite a bit more serious than just wanting sex with him. God, how did he get so sexy so quickly anyhow? Robby turns over and then opens his eyes and smiles at me, muttering, "Morning, Dylan," as he reaches to rub the palm of his hand on my arm, the same arm I used to rub his arm a minute ago. "How you doing?" he asks. I say, "I'm still savoring our lover's sex from last night, Robby, and your lover's words to me too, so I'm doing great." He scoots around on his side to hug around my neck, asking, "How 'bout a recreational fuck this morning?" My grin is my answer, so Robby looks me in the eyes, mumbling, "Hmmm, I'm kinda in the mood for that feet licking, leg licking foreplay with a wet rimming like you honored me with the other day, and you did some of it last night too. You up for that?" I go, "Yep," and he says, "Ryan and me always start our recreational sex with a bit of discipline because that shows I'm dominant, and since you want me to be dominant, you and me should probably follow that pattern, but with recreational fucking only. Fun fucking, you know." He's steadily looking me in the eyes. I ask, "Could you be more specific about the discipline you mentioned?" He shakes his head slightly with a little grin on his lips, and goes, "No, I decide. That's part of the fun." I suck on my lips, thinking, 'That sounded like something Ryan said to me in the pickup last night. He didn't pick that up from Robby; I'm betting it was the other way around.' To keep it playful, I ask, "Is this a little more payback for my cheating ways over the years, Robby?" It's good to be open with Robby about my slip-ups in the past. Acknowledging them sort of confirms that old adage that confession's good for the soul. To my question about some payback, Robby give me a killer grin, and mutters, "Maybe, but mostly it's because you're the one who talked me into the idea of being dominant with you and now I kinda like it, and it makes me feel good to be able to give you pleasure." And he's looking coy, knowing I've basically painted myself in a corner with that dominant crap. I make a sound with my lips while tapping them with my fingers, then I ask, "What's my 'safe word'?" Robby laughs a short laugh, "Have you been having heart to heart talks with your twin?" I go, "Maybe, and maybe my twin inferred he's giving you ideas about being dominant." Robby laughs again, then says, "I love that you two are bonding. My twin boyfriends, talking about me behind my back. Actually I don't mind, I like that you're talking about me, and yes, Ryan gives me hints about how his dominant ex-partners handled him. Most of it I would even consider doing, but Ryan claims if the dominant one doesn't show that he's the 'man' it don't work, so what's it going to be? You want a recreational fuck and what goes with it, or not?" I go, "Of course I want it, Robby. Ya think I'm passing up a chance to have sex with you? I only get half the chances I used to, ya know?" He smiles, saying, "I know, but you agreed to our threesome, didn't ya?" I nod that I did, but what choice did I have? He chuckles, mumbling, "Okay then, here comes some recreational fucking, but don't forget Chubby's sleeping only two doors down; keep your screams as quiet as you can. And you won't need a safe word with me." Now that Robby's firmly established that I'll do what he says or no nookie this morning, I'm a little apprehensive. He's looking at the bed-side clock, then goes, "Our morning exam's at ten-thirty, so we got plenty of time. First of all though, we need to brush our teeth due to morning breath, and I for one need to take a pee, too." We get out of bed, still naked from our sex last night, and pad into the bathroom. Robby takes his pee and I brush my teeth, then I take a pee staring at Robby's hot ass. Not a hair on it, two firm mounds of light pink skin. I reach over and squeeze his right buttocks, and it's so nice! He chuckles, then says, "I want both those buttocks coated with your spit before any fucking's taking place." Ah ha, there's that new authoritative way he can say things now, when he's in the mood. Six months ago I wouldn't have believed he could pull it off, but I was wrong. Done peeing, I wait for Robby to rinse out the toothpaste, and then he turns around to hug me against him. Two naked bodies face to face, skin against skin. Robby rubs my back and then my ass, looking at me closely. Then he says, "I'm really sorry about the fucked-up haircut, Dylan. I see you tried saving some of it. When are you getting it taken care of at the barbers? It looks funny and your hair deserves better. Your twin and your boyfriend will be much more careful next time, I promise." I'm loving the feel of his awesome naked body, as I mutter, "Thanks, Robby." He says quietly in my ear, "I'm going to squeeze your nuts in a second, so prepare yourself and don't scream out so loudly that Chubby hears you. Okay?" I nod my head, and in a whispery voice almost like the one Ryan used yesterday, he adds, "I hate doing this, but Ryan assures me that after a while you'll get off on it like he does. I hope to hell he's right. I won't do it as hard as I do with your twin though, not yet." I stay still against him as he drops a hand from my ass cheek and brings it around between us to grip my balls. His grip is tight so it's already painful and I wonder, and hope, that maybe that was the squeeze, but it's wasn't. Without saying another word Robby squeezes my balls hard. I don't give a shrill scream like I would have if I weren't expecting it, but a loud whizzing, "AUUUUUU!" sound comes out and echoes in the bathroom. Both the bathroom door, and bedroom door are closed so Chubby couldn't have heard that. "Good," Robby says, "Now a little harder," and he squeezes with me doing a louder version of the first yell, seeing stars in front of my eyes. Then another squeeze and tears run down my face as I holler out a painful long yelp. Robby's hugging me mumbling, "I'm so sorry to hurt you. That damn twin of your's better be right about this." He's wiping my eyes with the palm of his hand and caressing me with the other, and then his lips are on mine as he kisses me wildly and our tongues meet for a luscious deep wet kiss. Robby gets a hand on either side of my head and kisses me all over my face, then his tongue is back in my mouth and my cock comes to life as I hug him with all my strength, and we get fully into a wild make-out. Robby cooing and sighing and then again he's telling me how much he loves me. After thirty seconds of that our mouths come together again with my hands running around his head, face, and neck. I can't get enough of my lover and this is so much better than getting my balls squeezed that everything seems to me to be hotter then ever. Robby breaks the kiss and licks up the front of my nose, then does it again clogging my nostrils with his saliva so I need to breath through my mouth, but his tongue is back in my mouth so I do a big sniff and his saliva is sucked into my sinuses and drains down my throat. He's hugging me now, asking, "Are your nuts alright, Dylan?" I'm like, "What, Robby?" and then recall the nut-crouching and realize my nuts are sore, but basically they're fine. I go, "Oh, yeah, Robby. They're fine. Don't worry." He's like, "Thank God, maybe your twin knows what he's talking about after all." We let go of each other and Robby takes my hand leading me into the bedroom again, saying, "You told me you like when I hold hands with you, so I'm trying to remember to do that, but it's a new concept so I forget sometimes. He sits on the bed and says, "We'll skip the spanking because I just can't make myself hurt you anymore today, no matter what Ryan's dominant partner told him in the past." I go, "If my twin gets a spanking then it's good enough for me too." Robby goes, "No, I said I'm not doing it!" Whoa, it was cool the way he said that. I go, "Oh, okay, Robby." He makes a face, mumbling, "Sorry I snapped at you, Dylan," then he adjusts both our pillows at the headboard and gets up on the bed with his back against the pillows, and says, "Now I want the feet licking, rimming thing you did the other day. That's one of the sexiest things we've ever done together. I go, "Great! I loved it too. I love your body, love the way it smells, looks, and tastes. I'll do a really good rimming, Robby, and, um, thanks for skipping the spanking today." He says, "No problem, but please do me a favor and don't mention it to your twin. He has this idea that you'll never get used to anything unless there's repetition, and he may be right, but I feel much differently about you than him, and I'm not sure I want you getting used to any of that stuff. We'll play it by ear." Then with a grin, "Now get your ass up on this bed and service your dominant sex partner." I grin, muttering, "Yes, boss," and do what I'm told. On my stomach with my legs stretched out behind me I start with his cock, the same cock I cleaned after he fucked me with it last night, and then he fucked me with the clean one, so now there's dried matter present from the second fuck. Remnants of cum from my ass deposited there by his climax as well as some unsavory stuff from my rectum are on his penis and they need to be cleaned up. Holding his four-inch penis in my fingers, I begin by sucking head while licking it at the same time. His shaft gets firmer and to get it from firm to hard I do long laps with my tongue from his balls to the head of his cock, moving my tongue around from the top of his penis to the sides and then press it against his belly to lick up the back and get all of it clean in the process. Gulping down a mouthful of yucky saliva, I smile up at Robby who's sucking on his lips going, "Mmmm." It's clear sailing from there as I suck the now hard cock into my mouth, licking and sucking continuously. Then take the hard dick in my throat for some throat-muscle action, and when it's an extremely hard boner and Robby's squirming on the bed, I take it from my mouth and press the sloppy pole against his belly again while I lick his pubic hairs until they're just as sloppy as his cock, plastered to his belly now, and then go for his hairless pink scrotum. I lap at it, moving his nuts around until his sack of nuts is slippery with spit and then somehow get both of his balls in my mouth and hum on them as Robby's grunting and lifting his legs to hold them out stiff for a few seconds, moaning. Spitting out his sloppy wet nuts, I lick the inside of his right thigh doing long laps. My saliva glands are in full saliva-producing mode and when I've covered the inside of that thigh I do the other, looking up at Robby with my eyes at the top of their sockets. His head is back on the pillows now, his lips and eyes tightly closed, making a humming sound in his throat as he deals with all the sensations his body's feeling. Shimmying down the bed a little, enjoying myself immensely, I get on my hands and knees and lick his knee and then do a long lap up the top of his thigh and another and another, then the other knee and the top of that thigh. With the last long, long wet lap up his thigh I again take his hard cock in my mouth and suck it for a full minute; I love me a cute boy's cock. Speaking of cocks, mine is sticking up against my stomach, hard and leaking. Pushing his cock out of my mouth with my tongue, I walk on my hands and knees till I can kiss Robby and he gets my head between his hands and we do a slightly out-of-control kiss, reinvigorating me and I back up without either of us speaking to do another. I do a quick suck of Robby's quivering boner and suck down a big glob of precum, then lick at his pee slit until he lets out a long desperate moan humping his hips poking his cock head against my tongue. And then I'm back licking his legs, his calves this time. There are short almost invisible, light-blond hairs there that I lick with the grain, and then against the grain until the very short hairs are standing up. Stroking my cock a few times, I do his other calf and then down to slowly lick the tops of his feet, one foot and then the other until they're shiny with spit. Sucking on his toes, I stroke my aching boner a few more times moaning myself now, and begin licking the toes of his right foot. Robby wiggles his toes in my mouth getting my spit between every toe. I suck on them for two minutes, five toes at a time, two minutes for each foot and then push at the back of his big toe to lift the right foot and lick his heel and then the arch and up near his toes where there's a callus which I suck and lick at until it's soft. Robby groans quietly and strokes his boner. Then I'm back sucking on his toes again, and Robby goes, "Oh gawd!" as his foot trembles for a second with both his legs getting goosebumps and he shudders as if a chill or an electric shock is running through him. My eyes fixed on Robby's face, observing his facial contortions. Then I concentrate on the toes of his left foot getting the same reaction from Robby, trembling legs and more goosebumps. I find that sucking his toes turns me on, it's a very submissive thing to do so it shouldn't surprise me all that much that it turns me on. Lifting his right leg with my hand at his heel, I go up on my knees and lick the back of that leg as Robby squirms and mutter low sounds of pleasure, then his whole body shudders. Licking down the back of his thigh all the way to his nuts and boner, I do a few laps at them before licking my way back up to his foot where I lick around his ankles and then suck on his toes again while stroking my dripping cock; I'm really getting into sucking his toes. Next I lift the other leg and repeat the same lapping and licking I did on the back of his other leg. Breathing hard, I mumble, "Turn over Robby so I can rim you the way a submissive boy should rim his dominant boyfriend". Robby nods his head fast a few times without speaking, and flops over on his stomach pushing his ass up like I do when Robby fucks me in this position. I'm going to fuck Robby with my tongue. First, I massage his great buttocks, then licking from as far down near the sheet on his buttocks as I can get, and then up and over the firm mound of pinkish flesh to his ass crack, then back over a little further down his buttocks. Every once in a while I spit on his buttocks and spread the spit around with my nose and face to give my tongue a rest. Robby writhes under my face, groaning and moaning more loudly now. When his left buttocks is wet with my saliva, I spit twice on his right round mound and spread the spit around with my lips kissing his ass as I do it, then long laps with my rested tongue up his ass crack, once, then again, and yet again, leaving it dripping with spit. Then I suck on the lips of his anus until they're pulling away from his ass, wet and loose. My tongue forces its way inside his ass and licks inside him, tasting the acrid feces remnants there, while still sucking on his anus lips and Robby urgently goes, "Dylan, I'm cumming, I want to cum inside you." I flop down on my belly beside him and Robby lifts up with a cum-string extending from his cock to the wet spot on the sheet. The string of cum breaks as he hops on top of me squirting cum on my ass and then his boner plunges into my asshole, sliding in with the aid of all the cum from his first shot, and Robby fucks me humping up off my body, his cock plowing my asshole as he's making desperate sounds of, "Uh! Uh! Uh!" With each penetration, he continually shoots cum in my ass and fucks me frantically. I'm so turned on from sucking and licking his body that I know it wouldn't take much for me to cum, plus Robby's so out of control with his sexually-aroused condition, which is another turn-on to me. Two minutes into his wild out-of-control fucking of my ass, I let one of my patented squeals escape my mouth and, lifting my ass a bit, I shoot cum under me. Robby's weight has me flopping back on the mattress saturating my stomach with my own cum as I writhe under Robby, the way he did earlier from my licking. My head is filled with electric lights going on and off and popping brightly as both our bodies begin shuddering, we're convulsing and sweating and almost crying. I do five good long streams of cum, my balls alive within me, throbbing and pulsating. My cock's hot and quivering, with sensations of immense pleasure invading my body from my toes to the short hairs on my head. Saliva drools down my chin as I babble and then shoot a spurt more of spunk. Robby's stopped driving his cock into me, just leaving it there giving me that filled-up feeling. Breathing hard for a full minute, then I mumble, "Oh my God, Robby, what are we gonna call this sexual experience?" He's still grunting and breathing hard when he renews the hammering of his cock in my cum-saturated ass and I squeeze the muscles in my rectum tightening my tunnel to better feel his awesome boner massaging the sensitive areas of my asshole. Robby finally runs out of energy and pulls out of my ass and shimmies down the bed so he can kiss my ass and lick it, then he bites it, still moaning and highly aroused like I've never seen him before. He licks up my crack and rims my asshole for a minute, then flops on the mattress next to me, spit all around his mouth. He's covered with my spit from his toes to his waist and it's still wet as I rub my hand on his legs and ass. Robby groans, "Oh, my God, Dylan I've never been so turned on or excited about anything in my life. You've always been the perfect lover for me, and now you're even more perfect. Oh, I'm so sexually content, like I've never been before. You finally love me like I always prayed you would; you love me with the intensity of my love for you." I quietly say, "I do, Robby, I do; you're right about that." His body is relaxing now, spit covered and spent. Looking at me, he says, "Yes, and it happened when I finally followed your advice and became dominant in our relationship. I guess we both need to thank your twin for helping with that too because I learned to be dominant mostly by dominating him, with his helpful suggestions of course." Then he says, "Ryan's special to me too, but not like you are, Dylan. We'll need to come up with a way to describe how precious you are to me because words fail me." I go, "Me too, Robby," and he looks me in the eyes, saying with a little authority in his voice, "You need to thank your twin for helping me get to the level of dominance that you relate to. Give him a kiss to thank him." Well, I could have done without the last part about me thanking my twin for Robby's and my advanced love and hotness for each other. On the other hand, it might tweak him if I thank him for making Robby love me more.. haha. No, I don't want to tweak the little fellow 'cause I like him. Robby and I lay in bed fondling each other like lovesick `tweeners. It's nine-thirty though, and we need to get ready for our next final exam. I'm confident about the material and therefore not overly concerned about it and I can thank Robby for pressuring me into extra study. We're still feeling amorous, like people in love are even after great sex. Casual sex or buddy sex is pretty much over after the climaxes, while lovers are still very much into each other afterwards. Robby says, "Lets squeeze into the shower together, Dylan, and bathe each other," which is what we do although it's a tight fit. It can work though when you have two boys in love who can't get enough of touching each other, there's a lot of hugging of our soapy bodies during our shower. The feel of wet skin against wet skin when it's slippery and clean is awesome. We make out under the shower spray with our arms around each other's slippery bodies and water dripping from our noses. The words of love we say to one another would sound corny if we weren't so sincere about them, so our declarations of undying love warm our hearts. After fifteen minutes of this we get aroused again and Robby's able to get a firm enough penis to push up my ass where it gets very hard and he fucks me again for a good ten minutes squeezing my nuts and apologizing, while insisting he wants to see if Ryan's right that when my tolerance for the pain has increased to a certain degree, I'll be having even more spectacular climaxes then I do now. Hard to believe, but I'm committed to Robby's program. The pain is soon forgotten and even though neither of us approaches another orgasm, that doesn't mean there weren't a lot of, "Ohhhs, and Ahhhs," as we fuck. It feels so good, my boner comes back and has a nice visit with my fist, and overall I've enjoyed myself immensely this morning. Eventually we needed to get out and dry off, then get ready for college, but I can't remember being happier. All my worries seem minor now after our intense so-called recreational fuck in bed; that was a lot closer to a lover's sexual experience then a recreational one, and our encore in the shower was the cherry on top. It sure feels like love to me. As Robby's driving us to Merrimack on another unusually nice May day, he says, "I told your twin to meet us where I usually park so we can decide what we'll do this afternoon. I think it's important we use these last few days at college to cement our threesome relationship. You know, so during the summer the three of us can do stuff together on a regular basis. Not only at work, but afterwards, too. You two are becoming good friends already, not that I'm surprised, but that makes me so happy, and not just for me, but for you twins too. It's fun doing things together, don't you think?" Hmmm, I guess it is 'cause it doesn't look like I have much choice. Robby glances over at me, "Dylan, don't ya think it's great that the three of us are close friends as well as lovers?" I shrug, mumbling, "Yeah, of course." Then I ask, "Um, you said friends and lovers. Do you mean you hope Ryan and I will be lovers too?" He goes, "I guess that's a lot to hope for, but it could happen. You could fall for Ryan like I did because he's special or, you know, I'd never have made him your twin boyfriend. I love that phrase you came-up with, Dylan. It makes it all the more special and shows you're an understanding and basically nice person. It also gives me a boner having twin boyfriends, haha." I go, "Um, yeah, thanks Robby, I can be a team player too, ya know." Of court, I initially made that name up as sarcasm, but being twin boyfriends with Ryan ain't so bad after all. Robby goes, "If the long shot happens and you guys find you love each other, so much the better for harmony in the ranks, but it's never going to be a love like you and I have. I'm never worrying about that again. Jeez, I think very few people have a love like ours, especially now that you've followed my lead and love me almost as much as I love you." Well, I can't argue that point because I am more in love with Robby than ever before. Taking a chance, I ask, "Does that include me and my twin having sex, too?" He goes, "Sure, I'm not threatened that Ryan will steal you away from me, or steal me from you, that would be impossible." Oh my God, Robby's confidence level has really risen and it goes without saying that now Willie doesn't threaten him, either. That's why he doesn't care if I spend the night with him, as it eases his conscience and he's not worried about it anymore. Unexpected development there, but it's just one more in a series of unexpected developments the past two weeks or so. Very interesting, to say the least. He says, "I was unsure of how to handle this initially, but I think I'm doing a good job making this twin boyfriends thing of mine work. I've got both of you on the same track finally, although you made it a little hard on me by whining about it, but now you can see I was right 'cause it's bringing the three of us closer, and so I guess I'm doing something right. It hasn't been easy for me, to be honest with you. I had to deprive you of sex so you'd begin to realize how much you love me. I've made some mistakes, but it's worked out pretty good, all things considered." What the hell, maybe he's right. Robby parks the truck, and there's Ryan with a great happy face, smiling like crazy. We wave and get out as Ryan comes right to Robby, and because our parking spot is secluded, Robby gives him a big ten second sloppy kiss on the lips, then asks, "How ya doing today, tiger?" Calling Ryan "tiger" is another phrase I coined, another one I wish I hadn't. My twin says, "I'm a lot better after that kiss, Rob," and then he leans over to me and we kiss on the lips, as we say "Hi" to each other. Ryan came over to me for our 'hello' kiss and his lips are hot. That boy can kiss, I'll give him that, but what surprises the shit out of me is my dick squirms as we kiss and I sort of cling to him for a second. Guess that sex was so hot there's some carryover. Wow, hard to believe the little guy's as hot as he is. Ryan and I stare into each other's eyes and, dammit, he is getting the hots for me. None of us needs that complication. Then we walk to our exam locations, which are in the same building today, we walk with a twin on either side of our mutual boyfriend. Robby's saying, "I wish I could hold both your hands as we walk, but I don't have the balls to do that; at least not yet," and we all chuckle although it's not especially funny. I've got that nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach, the one I get before important exams, but this first of two finals today for Robby and me again proves to be easier than either of us expected. It's a great feeling blowing through a test and for once thinking maybe I aced it, while at the same time being positive I did at least very good in it. Damn, the study does pay off. Still, it took me over an hour to finish the exam; afterwards I met Robby, who finished only minutes before me, at the front of the building for a cigarette while we wait for Ryan. We congratulate ourselves with a warm, although quick hug as there are others around us smoking or just talking and laughing. Some of the faces of the students milling around look concerned and some, like Robby and me, have smug expressions like, 'No problem, dude!' We waited almost a half hour for Ryan and when he shows up he has a neutral expression, so Robby asks, "Was there stuff on your exam we didn't cover, Ryan?" A big smile breaks out on Ryan's face now, as he says, "No way, Robby. You picked out just the right material, but there were two hundred multiple-choice questions and it took like forever to get through them all. I did like you said and took my time with them." Robby wants to know, "Well, how do you think you did?" Ryan goes, "At least an eighty-five, but it's hard to be sure with multiple choice, they get tricky and the professor's a prick so he snuck in some questions that were worded in a way they could go a couple of different ways." Robby goes, "You'll be fine. Lets get some lunch. How 'bout Friendlies?" It's fine with us twins so that's where we go. During lunch I remind Robby I'm working a shift at Stop & Shop after our second exam. He and Ryan exchange glances and little nods of their heads at that, so I know what they'll be doing while I'm working, and they'll probably be doing it in the same bed Robby and I did it in this morning. Smiling to myself, I'm thinking our cum from this morning will still be sticky on the sheets when Ryan lies on my side of the bed. After lunch Robby drives us to Ryan's dorm. Before Ryan gets out, he kisses Robby, and then us twins kiss, mumbling, "See ya later," as I'm getting out to let Ryan out. Ryan leans against me for a brief moment and we have another quick eye exchange that again gets my dick squirming. Ryan quietly says, "See ya later, Dylan. I think I got the hots for you," and then he runs off. Cute kid, but I was right; the little guy's got the fuckin' hots for me. Jesus, I didn't encourage that, but Robby will sure as shit blame me. Maybe I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. I shake my head and get back in the pickup giving Robby a big smile, then adjust my dick again. Robby's decided we'll have another study group tonight and I don't mind, because I like being prepared for exams now. It's a new feeling... haha. We drive to our next exam, which won't take place until one-thirty, so we have our second cigarette of the day while Robby gives me a brief outline of how the summer job will shake out. Cigarette smoke drifting from his nose and mouth, he goes, "I've been planning ahead for my supervisor job. Each morning I'll have a quick meeting with my assistant giving him that day's work schedule, as well as who will be doing what tasks that day, and he'll organize you guys, passing out assignments while I'm at the morning supervisors' meeting. I'll have a sheet for him detailing things that need improving from the previous day and Ryan will use that to critique each of your performances, plus anything he's picked up since he'll be working closer with you guys than me. I'll be driving the ride-on mower and the truck. So mostly it'll be Ryan that you guys will need to impress on the job. I know he'll be fair in his evaluations, but I can already see that he's going to want to impress me with how well he gets the guys under him to perform, and he'll be pretty strict about anyone goofing off, limiting smoking breaks and things like that, so this is just a heads-up for you. He'll decide when you workers need to hydrate and how long you get for lunch because I'll be eating with the other supervisors this year. Dad wants me to separate myself from the workers to reinforce my authority, so Ryan will basically be the immediate boss for the crew. Cooperation with Ryan from you workers is mandatory 'cause while he's trying to impress me, I'll be trying to impress the other supervisors plus my boss, Chuck, and of course my dad. Ryan and I are gonna run a tight ship this summer because we want to be the best crew my dad has." He's still talking excitedly, but I've stopped listening because I'm afraid I'll barf if I hear anymore about Robby's tight ship. What an enormously stupid plan to put the least experienced worker in charge of experienced ones and it's not going to work out for Ryan either. He'll be in over his head and I'm afraid it'll alienate him from the other guys. If I complain though, it'll seem like I'm jealous instead of thinking what's best for Robby and my twin. Chubby won't last long on the job with Ryan bossing him around, and it ain't gonna be easy for me either. Damn, this really fucks up an otherwise really nice chance to work with Robby again. I'll hardly ever see him. Okay, I admit I think it should be me who's Robby's assistant. I hope this doesn't blow up in his face, and he's again taking the dominant thing outside of the sex bed. Unfortunately it won't be just Chubby and I who'll have a hard time dealing with Robby if he acts like a drill sergeant, not to mention working directly under little Ryan who will follow Robby's drill sergeant lead and try to be like him. This is doomed to failure. No guys our age, and especially older guys, cutting grass are going to put up with that shit. And Dodger? Oh my God! I need to talk some sense into Robby before he makes a total fool of himself. Robby pats me on the back when he's done setting me straight about who's gonna be my boss this summer; then, as he's stepping on his cigarette butt, he says, "I know I can count on you, Dylan, and I've even suggested to Ryan he make you his unofficial assistant, but Ryan wants to see how everyone works on the job for a week or two before deciding who he'll trust to be his assistant. He wants his assistant to be a hard worker who leads by example and who's dependable, meaning he shows up for work everyday, and on time. I'm really impressed with Ryan's conscientious approach to everything. But enough about that for now, lets go in and ace this test now." Man, I guess I know where I stand as far as the summer job goes. My best hope is to be Ryan's assistant, oh brother! I have a feeling Robby gave me this pep talk because I did mess around some on the job when I worked on the crew before, but hell, so did Robby. We were the youngest boys on the crew and mostly interested in giving each other massages before and after work, massages that shortly turned very sexy; those were the days alright. I need to somehow show Robby how wrong he's approaching his supervisory position. It's totally fucked up. Oh well, for now I'll concentrate on this exam, so I blank my mind of everything except the material we studied last night. And wouldn't you know it, this elective exam is harder than our first two regular course exams, which we expected would be a bitch, not this one. After scanning the exam instructions I glance over at Robby just as he looks up and shrugs, making a face, like 'What the fuck?' because he too is taken by surprise at the difficulty of this damn thing. I struggle through it taking the entire ninety minutes and still leave seven answers blank when the exam proctor says, "Pencils down, and pass your answer sheets to the left". Only two out of fifty kids left before time was up. Outside the building Robby's pissed, "That asshole professor didn't mention half the stuff that was on that exam during our two day review for this goddamn final." Robby's grades are generally similar to mine so I don't know why he's making such a big fuss, as it's not like this test score is gonna screw up a high GPA or anything. I go, "Hey, we passed the damn thing, probably a C-, but who cares, it's an elective." Robby's chewing on the side of his lip, mumbling, "I want to turn over a new leaf and shoot for A's and B's, not settle for C's and certainly not C-minuses." I don't respond to that, but this is the first I've heard of him turning over a new leaf in that regard. Maybe this new leaf just goes along with his renewed confidence associated with his adopting his imitation-dominant personality. Maybe his need to have the best lawn cutting crew follows with his new persona. Nah, Robby's always been competitive and sometimes it's even a touch annoying, like the never-ending competition between him and Dodger. I think Robby's overreaching and it's affected his judgment; dare I say it, making him seem like a bit of an asshole in the process. He's leaning against a metal fence lighting a cigarette, ruminating about something in his head when I go, "Um, Robby?" He looks up, "What?" and I go, "I'm gonna be late for work. It's my last day and I'd like to be on time so I leave a good impression for a possible job next year." All of a sudden he's concerned, "Oh man, Dylan, I'm sorry. I was so busy thinking about myself. Come on, let's run to the pickup." We do that and Robby makes it through a yellow light driving off campus, and I make it to work with time to spare. Before I get out of the pickup, Robby goes, "Goodbye kiss for your boyfriend, Dylan," I lean over for a quick peck on his lips, mumbling, "Bye, Robby," and when I pick my head up Cory Dunlevy's staring at me through the pickup's open window. My face turns red as Cory walks away toward the main entrance to the store. Robby isn't aware of what happened, as he mumbles, "Bye, Dylan," and gives my head a rub, and adds, "Love ya!" I nod, and mutters, "You too, Robby! Um, we gotta talk about a couple of things, okay?" He raises his eyebrows questioningly, so I mutter, "Later, okay?" realizing now I'm ending my sentences with "okay" seeking his approval. He goes, "Sure, Dylan," then I get out and walk to the front door, and turn giving Robby a wave as he drives away, but I see he's thinking about something; I recognize the look on his face and it's a mixture of puzzlement and worry that he gets thinking about a problem. Oh boy, I gotta figure out some way to help him get his head on straight before he fucks up stuff for him and me. Inside I go up the steps to the office and there's Cory signing in. I stand next to him signing in too, mumbling, "How's your ankle, Cory?" He goes, "Hi, Dylan. It's getting better." I know he saw me kiss Robby because Cory and I looked right into each other's eyes. After signing we look on the schedule and see that Cory's on parking lot duty rounding up shopping carts and I'm bagging for a lady named Betty. We turn away from the assignment sheet, and I say, "That's my boyfriend, Robby... the boy in the pickup." He goes, "He's awfully good looking, but then so are you. It's funny, I never suspected you were gay, or that any of those guys at the dinner I had at your apartment were gay. Goes to show ya I don't know shit about gays, I guess. You tried to subtly mention that fact when I first met you and told you I hated fags. I apologize to you for saying that, it was an ignorant thing for me to say." I mumble, "Thanks, Cory. Um, I didn't mean to mislead you, by not telling you I'm gay, but um...." He says, "I might have complained about that before I met you, but now I know you're a good guy and you being gay doesn't change that. I learned that from you," then jokingly he adds, "Along with learning what a 'homie' is, homie." I pick up on Cory's attempt to lighten-up our conversation, and I say, "Oh hell, I learned you more than that, dude. I learned you plenty of things, although none of those things come to mind at the moment." He chuckles, then gives me a rare grin, looking cute, then he says, "I'm sure you'll come up with something. Don't forget me this summer, we got bowling to do. I work all summer, but I'll take off if I need too." I go, "Thanks for understanding, and I'm not gonna forget ya, bro, 'cause we're homies." He gives a small shake of his head, grinning, then a wave and he's out the door to collect the shopping carts customers leave all over the place. I feel good about that exchange and feel oddly proud of Cory for taking the high road. I'm glad I befriended him. Now it's time to see who Betty is on cash register eight. Betty turns out to be a big woman with a very quiet, squeaky voice that doesn't fit her size, but there it is. I mutter, "Hi, Betty, I'm Dylan," as she can plainly see by my name-tag. She goes, "Hiya," and continues ringing up a customer's order. Except for hearing her squeaky voice ask each new customer, "How ya doing today?" that "Hiya" to me is the extent of what she directs my way, which is fine with me. The local high school is out for the day and I check out the few teenage boys available to look at, but there are no noteworthy ones today. Rudy, the part-timer's boss, comes over an hour into my shift to say, "Hi, Donny, I see this is your last day and just want to say I hope you'll apply here next semester. You're a good worker and you're dependable." I go, "Thanks, Rudy," thinking, 'Maybe I'll use Rudy as a referral when applying for the job as Ryan's assistant.' Rudy sends me on break even though I'm on a short shift today, and I hunt up Shaun, who's stocking shelves. "Shaun, dude, how ya doing?" He's like, "I'm ready for my haircut, that's how I'm doing. How you doing?" and I go, "First things first. Look at this fucked-up haircut I have," and turn my head from side to side. He asks, "Did ya try cutting your own hair?" I give a quick explanation telling him the same thing I told Matthew yesterday, and we carry on at this level of discourse for a minute, then agree we'll meet out front when our shift is over. I go outside for the last ten minutes of my break to smoke a cigarette. Matthew Flowers is there alone, drinking a can of diet Coke and enjoying the sunshine. I go, "Matthew, what's with the diet soda?" He goes, "Ooh, my favorite barber, whassup?" I point at the diet Coke, ignoring the whassup question, and he goes, "Oh, I got this fuckin' thing by mistake, it sucks!" We rag on the sucky Red Sox team, mention the great weather we've been having, and he makes fun of my haircut; everything gets mentioned except our two hot kisses, and the small matter of Matthew cumming in his pants. Don't know if that haircut encounter will lead to more, or whether it'll lead to abstinence for Matthew as far as gay activity goes, but he does reinforce the idea that I'm his barber when I get back for the fall semester. I'm curious if he tried anything with the boy he mentioned that he's interested in, but figure he'd mention it if he wanted to and so I don't pry. Back inside, we bump fists and he gives me a sweet smile, then he goes back to the produce section where he works. A very attractive boy, I must say. The last hour and a half I run the register for the so-called 'express lane' and bag the items myself. Then, that's it for me at this Stop & Shop until September, when I hope to get another part-time job. I sign out and meet Shaun at the door, only then realizing I don't have a ride. Embarrassed, I confess my bonehead move to Shaun he laughs, saying, "I got my mom's car, Dylan. I told ya that, didn't I?" I go, "I don't think so, but you saved the day, Shaun." He goes, "I know your apartment complex so all you gotta do is direct me where to go when we're inside the complex. What kind of haircut do you think I should get?" Everybody asks me that. As he drives I reach over and run my fingers through his hair and Shaun leans towards me exaggeratedly because he did the opposite the first time I touched his hair, it was when we were both on the smoking bench at break and it gave me the wrong impression, it made me think he was straight. I say, "Your hair's grown in from that Super Cuts poor imitation of a flattop, so there are a few choices. You could have a buzz cut, a burr haircut, a flattop or even a preppy haircut like I do for some of my buds where the hairs on top lays down and the bangs are flipped up. That's a cute haircut that would further enhance that cute face of yours." He goes, "Yeah, I know the haircut you mean, it's preppy alright, but summer's coming so I'll stick with a flattop, okay?" I go, "Sure thing, and after I cut it, go back to Super Cuts and show them what a flattop should look like." He laughs and says that that's exactly what he'll do. I say, "Good! Now ya gotta tell me how long you want the flattop to be, as there's different versions. I once got a flattop near a military base and it was very short all over, almost down to my scalp at the middle of my head, but it was as flat as flat can be." He goes, "I'll leave it up to you. What looks best to you, is how I'm going to roll, dude." I go, "Good choice," as Shaun drives his mom's late model car into the Royal Crest complex. I direct him to my building and he gets a good spot near the front. Goddamn! There's never a close spot for me, but always one for everyone else I know. Going inside the apartment, I give Shaun's neck a squeeze and he puts an arm around me and squeezes my waist. Nice. Once inside Shaun gives the usual appraisal, "So this is what a college kid's apartment is like. It's much neater than I thought it would be. Cool though!" All teens dream of having their own apartment. I go, "We're neat, not all teens are though. You should see some of the dorm rooms." He uses the bathroom as I get out the clippers. When he's back, I say, "You'd better take off your shirt 'cause I don't have a cape." He does it without hesitating and I see his naked torso for the first time. Shaun's skinny, but it's a nice body and very similar to Ryan's actually. He's small overall, again like my twin. I can't help but rub his shoulders and down his sides, very nice skin and he's another hairless boy too, one who has a very nice scent to him, unlike Matthew. He stands there while I fondle him a little, then he says, "I'm skinny. Do ya like skinny boys?" I go, "Yep, but I'm not crazy about heavy-set guys, maybe because I'm kinda skinny myself. " Shaun says, "No you're not. You've got a killer build and a great set of guns too." I go, "Yeah, I've heard that before. They're a gift from nature 'cause I've never lifted weights, but I'm at least slim, if not skinny." He goes, "I'd love to bulk-up to slim, heh heh." Patting the stool to show Shaun where to sit, I comb his hair a bit because I like doing that. "Dude, you've got awesome hair, " I mumble, and he says, "Ya think so? I used to hate it 'cause it's so fluffy or something." I go, "It's fluffy, but there's so much of it that it don't matter." Then I put a half-inch guide on the clippers and begin the haircut. I love cutting hair for my buds and contemporaries; love the way they sit docilely for me, moving their heads as the pressure from my finger indicates. Finished the sides, I do a touch of tapering at his sideburns and just above his ears, and then use the trimmers to outline around the ears and then put the trimmers on the bar. Shaun says, "Hey mister gay barber, you've got a gay boy in your barber chair, er stool, don't ya got something for me?" I get my arm around his neck like I do with some of my gay friends, and Chubby, who may or may not be gay or bi, and with my cheek next to Shaun's cheek, I quietly ask, "Are you into kissing yet?" He says, "Yes, as a matter of fact I've got a gay bud at school who I do a great deal of kissing with. It's an extremely sexy thing to do if ya ask me." Turning his head a little, I try replicating Ryan's kissing technique and Shaun responds amazingly well. He's got awesome kissing technique himself, very nice lips and his tongue feels great. We do general kissing and spit swapping, and then get into a long French kiss that gets both of us poking between our legs adjusting growing dicks. After about two minutes, I do my lick up the front of his nose and he gasps and sputters, so I let go of his head, asking, "You okay, Shaun?" He sneezes, then says, "That's the sexiest fucking thing ever! Do it again." So I do and we go back to kissing until Shaun and I are tenting our jeans. Shaun's pulling at his crotch muttering, "Jesus, Dylan, you're fuckin' hot, dude. Man, I'm out of my league with you, I can tell ya that fer sure." I go, "I doubt that very much, Shaun, you're never gonna be out of your league. You rock!" He stands up brushing hairs from his lap, chuckling, "Jesus, look at my boner!" Then he's fanning his face with his hand, asking, "Is it hot in here or what?" He's funny the way he exaggerates everything, and I give him a hug getting hair clippings on my bare arm and T-shirt. He leans into me, and asks in a quiet voice, "Any chance I could talk you into fucking me today? I optimistically brought a condom, just in case." I go, "It's a little early in our relationship isn't it?" He goes, "No, I don't think so, and just as a point of interest, I turned eighteen this past weekend." I ask, "Really? I thought you were seventeen." He says, "I was, and now I'm eighteen. That's how it works. Each birthday you add a year to your age." I go, "Duh, really? Do ya mean I'm not still zero?" He gets serious, "I'm pretty horny, Dylan, but I won't beg ya. If you're willing though, I'm anxious and ready." "Are you a virgin?" I ask, and he laughs, "No, not since I was fifteen... haha. My present gay bud does kissing and oral sex, and so do I on him, but that's as far as he's willing to go." I mutter, "That's too bad. Jeez, dude I admire you for starting early. I was almost your age now before I got started." He's like, "You're kidding. A hottie like you? Weren't gay guys hitting on you?" I go, "If they were, I was oblivious to it." He gets back on the stool asking, "Well, will ya? Will ya fuck me after my haircut?" I go, "Yes I will, and thanks for asking." Damn, what a sexy kid and his scent is getting to me, too. I adjust my dick, which is still semi-hard from the make-out, and get ready to do the flattop part, which isn't as easy ya might think. My mind is on fucking Shaun too, so I shake my head to clear it, but I'm like my twin, I don't get a chance to 'top' very often. Combing up the hair on top up of Shaun's head, I run the clipper along the comb from front to back, leaving about and inch and a quarter length hair after the cut. Then repeat this a little further over, consciously maintaining a flat, same-level cut with each swipe of the clippers. When all the hairs on top of his head are the exact same length, I taper the hairs around the edges to blend in with the half-inch hairs on the sides and back of his head. He's trained his hairs to stand up already so it looks very nice, but there's always a little adjustment here and there to get it perfect, which is how the final haircut turns out, crisp and perfect. I can't resist running my fingers through his hair, again thinking I must have caught Dodger's haircut fetish because I'm becoming more and more infatuated with giving haircuts, as well as guys' hair in general. Shaun's got an awesome head of hair, fer sure. Passing him the handheld mirror he gawks at himself, then goes, "Oh my God, so this is what a flattop should look like. It's fabulous, Dylan!" I ruffle my fingers through his hair again, muttering, "Anybody could do it." He keeps looking at himself turning his head this way and that, then says, "My brother's gonna be pissed mom's taking him to SuperCuts today... hahaha. Serves him right for not taking his big brother's advice." After we're done with the haircut, it's a little awkward getting into the sexual topic again, so I let Shaun deal with that as I sweep up the hair clippings while he brushes the cut hairs from his shoulders and lap. Then he has little trouble getting back to the sexual topic; he bumps my shoulder while I'm sweeping the hairs into a dustpan, and when I look up he's smiling, holding out a condom. I laugh, and mutter, "Oh, yeah, the after haircut fuck, how could I forget that?" He says, "I have no intention of letting you forget it. Hey, how 'bout if I demonstrate my expertise at sucking cock, which I really like to do, by the way." I go, "Me too," and I stand-up and dump the hairs in the kitchen trash can. When I turn around he's right there, asking, "Another kiss first? Just to get to know each other a little better." I go, "Sure thing, Shaun, but let's go into the bedroom. I'm not expecting anyone, but just to be extra sure we're not, um, interrupted we'll go in there. Okay with you?" He grins, "You know it is. I'm dying to feel your cock up my ass." I quickly put away the barber stuff and, as I lead him into the bedroom, he goes, "I hope you're not packing too much fire-power in your shorts or I might be walking funny tonight." I say, "I've got a sixgun, dude, but it's not fat, it's slim like me." He goes, "Oh, little Dylan's long and slim too, huh?" We're purposely joking with this because we don't know each other very well and he's probably feeling a little uncomfortable, like me; not that there's any chance we're not going to do it. Inside the bedroom, I click the doorknob's lock and spread my arms. Shaun goes, "Oh boy, I'm nervous, but more excited than anything; it's been too long since my last one. And now I got me a hot college gay boy like you fucking little old me. I'll be damned, this is my lucky day!" I go, "Mine too 'cause I don't get many chances to do the fucking." Shaun puts his arms around my waist and I put mine around his neck for a real nice hug. Then he leans his head back, asking, "That awesomely cute boyfriend of yours, the one I saw pick you up after work that time... he's dominant, huh?" I go, "He's getting there," and Shaun asks, "Are you dominant when you do get a chance to do the fucking?" I go, "No, not really, but would you like me to be?" His bare back against my body now, my arms around his bare chest, and his newly cut flattop feeling good against my cheek, which is where his head comes up to 'cause like I said, he's Ryan's size. Shaun says, "You feel so good, Dylan, love your body, and as far as me liking dominant sex on my ass, I definitely do; probably more than you can imagine. What's your idea of dominant sex, anyway?" Taking an arm from around his check I run my fingers through his fluffy hair again, with Shaun seemingly extremely comfortable with me doing that, I go, "Well, my boyfriend squeezes my nuts, spanks my ass and fucks my ass wildly. That's when we're doing recreational sex, but we're in love as well, so when we're doing lover's sex there's none of the other stuff." He looks up at me with a grin, asking, "That's it? Squeezing nuts and a spanking?" I go, "And fucking me hard and wild too, don't forget that." He gives me a big grin, then chuckles, saying, "That was mild dominant sex back when I was fifteen, there's many more ways than that to be dominant. Ya know, some of that fun BDSM stuff. You guys don't do any of that?" I gotta introduce Shaun to Ryan, these two are a perfect match, if I can believe Ryan that his original sex partner, Jacob, did that stuff to him. I go, "Uh uh, that's it for my boyfriend and me, fifteen year old dominance is just right for us." He goes, "I'm not knocking it or making fun of it at all, and you preferring a submissive role probably will make it hard for you to be real dominant, but any fuck sounds good to me at this point. Whatever you've got will be appreciated by me; a spanking and ball squeezing during the fuck sounds awesome." Who would have thought this cute, seemingly innocent, semi- flat faced boy with fuzzy hair would be so experienced with dominant sex? Not me, fer sure. to be continued... 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