Dylans Dilemma

DYLAN'S DILEMMA

Part 4

********************* First half of Part 4 ************************

Looking at Chubby's note made me wonder, can this really be what I think it is? Chubby had written, "Ricky wants me to sleep with him" and then he modifies that to "spend the night at his place". Thinking about it logically, I'm now wondering what the odds are that Ricky's even gay? It's a fact that ninety percent, or more, of all the males in the world aren't gay... they're straight. And, what proof, exactly, do I have that Ricky and Chubby are doing anything "gay" together? No proof, just an assumption from that one time I saw Chubby getting out of Ricky's car wiping his lips and adjusting his pants... that's my total reason for assuming that they're screwing around like two gay sex maniacs.

OK, sticking with reality here... I can easily believe Chubby's gay or bi or has some homosexual leanings. After all, I've been with him almost every day of my life... certain things lead me to think it's likely Chubby will fall into one of those categories. But... that macho, asshole Ricky? No, it doesn't seem logical that he's gay from a percentage perspective and it doesn't seem likely from the perspective of what I know about him either. Why don't I just ask Chubby straight-out?

Well, he's not here, so I can't ask him... but, it makes me feel a little better knowing that "percentage-wise" and "common sense-wise" the two of them probably aren't sexually involved. Which is swell, but tonight's Saturday night and I'm stuck here home alone so it'll probably take more than that to get me excited about my situation right at the moment. Seems like it was long ago that I was feeling so super good from my first three-way gay-sex marathon with Carl and Larry. Oh man, that was very intense...

maybe the best part was making out with both of them.

Gotta admit that Carl's roommate, Larry, ... whoa, he's hot. Not hot looking, but hot body and hot kisser, and he fucked me real good too. Yeah, but fat Carl is still the king where fucking is concerned... even Larry agrees with that. Carl can really get me squirming and squealing. I even got to feeling OK about making out with him and now, actually, I kind of like doing it with him... that is a surprise considering that I couldn't stand to kiss him just two months ago. He's really brought me a long way sexually... he's done a good job of it right from the beginning too, and I even think I'm getting kind of attached to him. Wouldn't it be great if he loses that weight he's talking about dropping this summer? I wonder if he'd turn into a "hottie" slim eighteen year old? Jeez, I'd like to see that.

Chubby went to the carnival tonight with his new friends and that's just given me this awesome idea... why don't I see if Carl and Larry would like to go to the carnival. They've got the transportation and it is Saturday night... party night. Oh man, wouldn't that shock Chubby to see me there with my other friends! Show him he's not the only one who can make new friends... and he already knows about my first new friend, Robby Dickers, so it'd be like I was wicked popular all of a sudden. Hope he don't get jealous... Heh heh. Damn, great idea... I'm calling Carl right now.

Carl's dad answered on the fifth ring and I say, "Sorry to bother you again Mr Denton, is Carl available?". He says to someone, not to me... "Jesus Christ, it's that same boy again. What's this kid want to do... move in with us?" Then he yells, "Carl, phone!". I made a face and thought, "no wonder Carl acts like a dick sometimes... he gets it from his father". The second Carl's on the phone he starts in... no "Hello", just... "Look Dylan, enough is enough. It hasn't been but three hours since Larry and I did you up real good. What do you intend doing now, stalking me?" I'm like, "What the?" My eyes are wide open, I'm holding the cell phone away from my ear because I can't believe what I'm hearing... hearing this kind of shit after the three of us had such a great sexy afternoon together... he talks to me like this?

He was still blathering in a very superior manner saying, "I've already invited you to my graduation party, can't ya even wait two days to see me again? I know you got the hots for me now and Larry warned me you'd be following me around like my puppy dog, but frankly I'm damn disappointed in you." My face was red and hot and sweaty, this was way too much... I yelled into my cell phone, "I only called to ask if you wanted to go to the Franklin carnival with me... but fuck you! And fuck that Larry too! I don't want to go with either of you now. And I'm not going to your stupid graduation party either! It sounds like it's gonna suck!" then I slammed my cell phone shut... hoping I didn't break it.

It wasn't broken because ten seconds later it rang and caller ID shows "Dentons" ... my face is still red and my hearts beating fast and I'm sweating... and I'm mad, god damnit! I shut off the phone yelling into my empty house, "I'm not some dork! That fat fuck Carl can't dump on me like that." Throwing the phone on my bed I grabbed my Marlboro Lights and went out for a walk. I was steaming mad, muttering to myself, " When did I turn into someone who begs a fat fuck like Carl to be my friend. Never! That's when". My fingers were shaky while lighting my cigarette... still fuming, "And, fuck Chubby and his queer boyfriend, Ricky, too!" After walking a few blocks taking deep inhales from my cigarette I began to feel dizzy and the rage slowly lifted from me. Then I almost laughed at myself. Where did this wicked temper I've developed lately even come from? Oh man, I'm dangerous... yeah, that's right, don't mess with me cause I'm a badass! Not really...

Shaking my head at myself because I knew this wasn't my normal behavior... but, you know... since that fight with the Chavez brothers things have changed so much I hardly know what or who I am anymore. Feeling calmer now, I sat on a low brick wall in front of a small strip mall and thought about what an ass I'd made of myself on the phone. Why hadn't I just calmly explained myself and corrected Carl's misunderstanding about me wanted him to fuck me again... I can't hardly believe that egomaniac actually thought I was calling to get him to fuck me again! Only three hours after our sex marathon! Come on! He's too smart to think that's why I called. I'll bet he feels as bad about what he said to me as I do about what I yelled at him. We mean something special to each other. Carl's been a true mentor to me, and really helpful too. Oh man! I feel bad about the way I yelled at him.

Well, that being said, there are still practical matter to consider, like... it was getting chilly and I was hungry... those two factors made me think, "pizza". I like Bertucci's Brick Oven pizza and Bertucci's was within walking distance so I headed that way. Of course, the thought of eating it there, alone, never entered my mind. I'm much too self conscious for that. I'd get take-out. Later, when I got home with my small take out cheese pizza, I started thinking about this coming Monday and how I'd blown off that party at Carl's... now I wanted to go to the party and see Carl and Larry again. How hot was that make-out with Larry, and Carl too, but especially Larry. Carl fucks best and Larry makes-out best.... and I've blown the chance for another go-around by having that childish outburst on the phone. Damnit!

The first thing I did right after ripping off a slice of pizza was check my cell phone. Two missed calls. First one I already knew about. Well, I knew who placed the call, but not what he said. Carl had called right back after I'd hung up on him... wonder if he was ripping mad at the way I yelled at him? He probably screamed "Fuck you too!" I'm nervous about hearing this, but I punched-up the missed call and heard Carl's voice. He sounded calm, actually "Hi there Dylan... I know you're there because you just slammed the phone off in my ear. Heh heh, it's alright. I'm sorry I yelled at you. Come on, pick-up. My Dad is pissed because we've been getting too many phone calls recently and it seems it's always him who answer them... and mostly because he's always pissed-off about something anyway... don't worry about him. The calls aren't just from you, but Larry's main-squeeze and roommate, Willie, from prep school has been calling for him a lot too."

I'm thinking... so Larry has a boyfriend. I was beginning to feel really good about the way Carl was sucking up to me in this phone call. This is a lot more like it... I'm not some kinda dork. Carl's message continued, "Hey, Dylan... buddy, I know you like me doing you, but come on dude... it's only been a few hours. Let's give it a little rest... OK? How about if we both forget that last phone call ever happened and you just come over Monday like we planned. OK? I promise to take care of you. You know I think you're cute and hot and just freaking the best! Right? So, don't call back, just be here Monday. Hey, it's OK that you got the hots for me.... I like that you do, and Monday afternoon, before I'm through with you I'll have you moaning out my name again... how bout that? Sorry again that I yelled at you... I know sometimes you get real sensitive about things." He hung up the correct way, after saying "goodbye"... not like me, slamming the phone shut in mid-word.

Well that couldn't have worked out any better for me. But it did make me ponder the question, do I really have the hots for him? When I was second guessing myself about blowing off the party it was Larry and his make-out that I thought about just as much as I thought about Carl. Hell, I'm so mixed up anymore I don't know what I'm doing half the time. Ya know, I think maybe I do have "a thing" for Carl. Thinking about Carl and the way he fucked me and the hot way he gave me this hickey that's still stinging like mad, by the way... and making-out with him too. Jesus, I'm grabbing my crotch just thinking about all that. Yeah, I got a thing, some kind of "thing" for Carl, I'm just not sure what it is yet...

Visualizing Carl's face... he's handsome, but not what you'd call cute. He fucks so good though... jeez, Dylan... can you think about something else for once?

I must be the world's biggest sex fiend. It's kinda funny considering I didn't even know I was gay lass than three months ago. Oh well, get a grip!. Then, checking the second missed call... it was from Robby Dickers asking if I wanted to go with him and Shaun Reilly to that same damn carnival. Is every kid in Framingham going to the carnival tonight? God damn, this is great. I hurriedly called Robby back... his brother, Dodger, answered the phone. "Dodger, dude... let me talk to Robby." Then I found out that Robby left fifteen minutes ago for the carnival. Fuck!!

Dodger goes, "Sorry you missed him, Dylan. Hey, can you come over here for a swim with me though? I hate amusement rides... I get sick to my stomach twirling around on them, so I didn't want to go. But you and I can have some real fun here. Nobody's home but poor little lonely me." It sure was tempting, but I begged off because I'd have to walk and it's at least a twenty minute walk. And then, even worse, coming back alone in the dark afterward with the Chavez brothers always a concern. No, that didn't seem smart.... "Sorry Dodger, I'd love to dude, but it don't make a lot of sense without a ride". He nagged saying the pool's heated so even though it's cool tonight we could "still swim and water wrestle, and even do some nut crunches... have a blast. Come on!"

He's gotta be kidding about the nut crunchers... even he's too old for those now. You know, nut crunches, right? It's something us boys use to do on the school bus when we were thirteen years old or so, grabbing each other's crotch and try to squeeze each other's nuts. Hurt like a bitch too! Sometimes you got the guy's dick and sometimes the dick was hard and you'd yell, "Homo, Charles is a homo. He's got a boner from nut crunching". The bus drive would eventually pull over to the side of the road and scream louder than we were screaming, "Shut the fuck up you savages! You're like wild animals! We're not moving till you all shut up and get in your own seats". Oh, those fond memories of early adolescents. Of course, maybe Dodger wasn't just kidding and really wanted to water wrestle and do nut crunchers in the pool? Yipes!

Yeah, that would be fun with that little hottie, but Carl and Larry pretty much fucked my horniness out of me this afternoon... and the walk to and from Dodger's was simply too much. I finally convinced Dodger I'd take a rain check and he said, "OK, but Robby will probably be here next time and it'd be more fun just the two of us. See ya later, Dylan... I hope." Now I can add that to my list of things I'm wondering about.

Is Dodger gay too?... and does he somehow know I am??

Give me a break with this! Everyone can't be gay... and everyone can't possibly know that I am... can they?

After eating the rest of the pizza I stopped thinking about all that and spent the rest of the evening channel surfing Comcast cable TV. Not the most fun I ever had, but I landed a movie on cable called " L.I.E." that was scary and sexy at the same time... about a pedophile and mixed-up teens... couple of wicked cute young teens too. After the movie I went to bed. Next morning, true to his word, there was Chubby, and in my bedroom no less... waking me up so we could start our Sunday breakfast routine.

He looked good enough to eat, never mind breakfast... that cute face of his. Before going to sleep last night I'd decided that Chubby wasn't doing anything with Ricky... anything gay, I mean. For one thing, if he was... he'd never have left that thing about "Ricky insisting he sleep with him" in the note he left . Chubby would have scratched it out or started a new note. So, that's where I'm at with that, at the moment. But, oh my... the heart ache I get sometimes when I see Chubby. My yearning to just lay naked in bed with him... and smell his smell and feel that fantastic body and, yes... try making out with him the way Larry taught me to make out yesterday. Oh my God, I got it so bad for Chubby it's scares me sometimes. The last month or so I love to just stare at him and fantasize... he use to stare at me and now I do it to him.

We ran the four mile run after breakfast, went to a Sunday movie matinee at the Multiplex, and ate dinner together at my place with our Moms. After dessert which was Tris' peach cobbler with Bryers french vanilla ice cream, we watched a Sunday night baseball game featuring, who else but the World Champion Red Sox. Chubby humped my leg the entire forth inning and then lay next to me panting as his cum stain spread on the front of his running shorts. See... if he had some sex with Ricky last night, he wouldn't need to hump my leg to get himself off... would he?

After he humped my leg and his panting calmed down I rubbed his head and hugged him around the neck a little. He looked over and asked, "What is it, Dylan?" Instead of saying "I'm in love with you, Chubby", I asked him if he'd do my foot massage and if we could do the leg and crotch shaving tonight. He sucked on his lips a second contemplating it before saying, "Yeah, well... er, I just had that little accident in my undies a little while ago. It's a completely normal thing to do you know... that is, for sexually inactive teen boys. Having nocturnal emissions... you know. I had one while I was resting on your leg."

He looks so cute when he's lying... I said, "Hmmm... yeah, but don't ya have to be sleeping to have a nocturnal emission?" Chubby got touchy and said, "I'm not a fucking expert on sleeping patterns, now am I? For Christ sake, I don't know everything like you do, Dylan". He was pouting. I stared at the side of his face until he turned his head slowly to look at me... I said, "Sorry, bro" and I made a goofy face. He hopped up and said, "You are such a dick sometimes. OK, get the shaving stuff and I'll get the clippers."

When I glanced into the powder room a minute later Chubby was rubbing inside his shorts with a wad of toilet paper... soaking up his cum, I guess. He didn't see me looking. I wasn't wearing sneakers, so I just pulled off my socks and joined Chubby in the small half bathroom and got situated sitting on the toilet seat lid with my bare feet all ready to be massaged. Chubby knelt at my feet and began his foot fetish ritual... the one that started as a foot massage and quickly slipped into foot licking and toe sucking. I rubbed his short hair and the back of his neck when I could reach them. I don't have Chubby's foot fetish, but now that I'm so deeply into Chubby, even the foot fetish thing is hot for me simply because it's Chubby who's doing it. The look of concentration on his face is so awesome... he always gives whatever he's doing a hundred percent attention.

He groped himself and sighed and moaned a little, but he'd already cum a half hour ago humping my leg so he didn't cum again. When he had his fill of my feet he mumbled something about correcting that stupid haircut Carl gave me. I suppressed a smile as he got me seated on the little haircut stool. Then he gave me a haircut the way he liked my hair to look... taking almost a half hour and that's a long time considering my hair was still short from Carl's recent cut. Then I took almost as long with the trimmer clippers outlining around his ears and then did some snipping of Chubby's hair on the sides and neck a little just to eliminate the shaved head look... give it a little style.

Everything we did was done slowly and without conversation... it was dreamy actually. All the touching required in these activities is so ultra intimate... one boy just turning himself over to the other... and then switching places. I use to take this kind of thing for granted, but not any more. After the haircuts we took turns meticulously shaving each others legs. We used the trimmer on our stubbly pubes and then shaved them with a safety razor after that. This necessitated much crotch and penis handling before the process was complete.

It was all getting me so aroused... all that silent, intimate activity with the boy I loved... finally, after trying to contain myself and realizing I couldn't any longer, I grunted, "Let's jerk-off together Chubby... like we did that other time" and without commenting Chubby nodded at me and gave me a grin. Then he began stroking his semi-hard dick and I began stroking mine in time with him. Chubby's left shoulder continually hitting my arm a few inches below my right shoulder as we stood there in that little powder room, side by side, and wacked our puds in unison.

I soon was biting my lower lip as that incredible feeling of cum rolling around in my balls came over me... it was coming on me fast now. Watching Chubby use his thumb and index fingers stroking his foreskin on and off the dark red head of his short swollen penis excited me almost as much as the stroking of my own dick did. We were always in a contest of one kind or another and Chubby loves to win so we stroked ourselves faster and faster until the feeling in my balls was so intense I thought I'd cry... then, arching my back and thrusting my crotch forward, I moaned "Ohhhh!" and out shot a string of cum followed by three more fast spurts that felt better than anything I can describe. Seeing black dots dancing before my eyes, I kept slowly stroking my cock while looking at Chubby's. I'd won this contest tonight, but I knew that I'd won only because Chubby had climaxed earlier while humping my leg... not that I care a twit if I win or not.

Chubby's face was scrunched up as he continued to stroke that almost five inch boner of his...it took a full minute after I'd climaxed before three quick squirts of cum splattered on his thighs as he squealed a long, low sighing sound.. then he said, "Oh fuck! I'm glad I'm a guy... how bout you, Dylan? That's an awesome feeling, ain't it?.... cuming, I mean" I teased him by saying, "It feels best for me when we jerk-off together." Chubby snapped his head around with furrowed eyebrows and then softened his features and said, "I guess it's OK to say stuff like that when it's just the two of us and there's no chance someone could hear you and get the wrong idea, but watch it when others might be around, ya know?"

Nodding my head in agreement, I had to smile at him and his absurd reasoning... he gave me a quick smile back in that new surprisingly shy way again and I said, "How about our famous best-friends-ever hug" Chubby turned right into me then and, naked from our waist down, with dripping semi-boners, we hugged the best hug I've ever had with him. It lasted a minute maybe and just before we broke apart I kissed the side of his forehead and held it for three or four seconds.

My dick got almost as hard as my earlier boner by the time we were done.

Just like always, when we do something that's probably too intimate, we never mentioned it again. We just cleaned ourselves, and then the powder room, put the razor, clippers and shaving cream away. It was almost midnight... we'd started late and took almost two hours doing all these intimate things with each other.

Chubby looked pale when he said good night, but I grabbed him for our one arm hug and two pats on each others back anyway. He gave me that shy tiny grin again and went up to his place to sleep.

Hmmm? That little shy grin thing is new and I can't figure out what it means... yet. All I know is tonight was the most wonderful evening with Chubby ever. On the other hand, I don't think it proved much one way or the other. I still don't know what he and Ricky are doing... if anything. And, I still think I know that Chubby's at least a little gay for me... maybe he's even bi. If I were a betting person I'd bet he's gay for me a little, but he's not sure about being gay for others... unless he's gay for Ricky a little too... or a lot. There, I think I've sorted that out enough to require two Tylenol before bed. Fuck! I give myself a headache thinking about all that stuff. Why do I do that? Why not just enjoy what I got and not analyze it to death?

Next morning I felt good, and that included my shaved belly and my new haircut by Chubby which I spiked-up with gel the way he likes it best. My nice smooth legs felt great rubbing against the sheets, it all felt good. After a breakfast of orange juice and two strawberry pop-up tarts I went outside and only waited two minutes before Chubby came out. He looked all bright-eyed and smiley and we did a sweet hug and started off on a Monday morning school-day. After we'd walked six blocks, Chubby lit a Marlboro Light for us to share. He took a drag, passed it to me and said, "Bees make honey and it's the only natural food that's made without destroying any other life". Then he looked me in the eyes and lifted his eyebrows, nodding his cute head slightly, like "did ya know that?"

Taking a drag and thinking fast, I had a brainstorm... "What about milk" I asked, feeling smug, like I got him for once. He goes, "Oh for Christ sake, Dylan... that's so lame. A cow has to eat grass to make milk, right? Grass is a living thing. Duh!" I go, "It's impossible to lick your elbow, ya know." and he says, "Who the fuck would want to?" Shaking my head and grinning to myself... it's tough to beat Chubby in these games he plays. Chubby took the last drag and flicked the butt across the street. How does he get it to fly so far?

Just because I felt like it, I squeezed the back of his neck and said, "Kiss me Chubby". His face gets red and he's goes, real pissed-off like, "I fucking warned you against saying stuff like that out in the open!" he's swinging his head around looking for people who might have overheard... but, no one within two blocks of us. Seeing me smirk, he knew I was just breaking his balls a little so he calmed down and said, "Dylan, you are such a dick sometimes" and he reached over and squeezed my hand like he'll do sometimes... now when he does it my cock flips around some. We talked about last night's Red Sox game the rest of the way to school. No mention of our two hour intimate evening or our special hug or that kiss I gave him on the side of his head.

My school day started out with me daydreaming about Chubby, and then later in the day I thought about Carl and his graduation, and then I thought about his party this afternoon. First, should I even go... and if I did go, what might happen there, sex wise. They'll be a lot of people at the cook-out, adults lounging around inside the house too... hey, it might be hard for the three of us to sneak upstairs to Carl's bedroom. Truth is I didn't know what to expect there really... but, whatever... I couldn't help thinking about last Saturday afternoon with me, Larry, and Carl. Those kind of thoughts are what were swaying my mind toward going to the party. Boy, last Saturday was so hot! The memory made my asshole twitch and my dick twitch and, after awhile, I was atwitter all over. What to do?... give the party a try, I guess.

Chubby was off doing his window washing, so I walked home alone after school still trying to make a final, final decision. My decision, I'm definitely going to the party. It was a real nice day for a cook out so, what the hell... if it got awkward or something, I'd just leave. OK, that was settled. Now what? Oh yeah, Carl had said I should wear a tie and look presentable. Soon as I got home I said "Hi" to my Mom and Tris and told them about the graduation party.

They made a little fuss about a Junior like me getting invited to a Senior's graduation party... la dee da!

I took a quick shower and fixed my hair the way Carl combed it after he'd cut it that time... combed down on top and up in the front...cute! Ha Ha! I better brush my teeth because ya never know when a make-out might be in order. Lastly, a dab of deodorant and a band aid over this ugly hickey Carl gave me. This thing is never going away. Mom had ironed me a pair of light weight khaki slacks while I showered. I wore the khaki pants with a long-sleeve button down blue and white striped shirt and a tie with big flowers all over it. Sandals, without socks, of course. Mom said I looked nice and then she handed me a Hallmark "congratulations" card to give to Carl with twenty-five dollars in it.

Jeez, I'd never given a thought to a gift, but as soon as Mom heard where I was going she dug up the card from someplace and wrote a check as a graduation present. This party better be good for twenty-five freaking dollars. Mom insisted on driving me so I wouldn't get all sweaty from that half hour walk to Carl's. That was cool, but I insisted she let me out a block down and a block over so no kid would see me getting out of "Mommy's" car. As soon as I walked around the block I heard the music... it was a five piece rock band from the High School. I knew one of the kids in the band, Harvey Barnheart... he played lead guitar and he always called me "old man"... he wasn't from England so maybe he called me that because my last name is Newman, or maybe he called me that because he's an asshole.

Last Saturday Carl instructed me to go directly to the back yard... so that's where I went. It was wicked crowded back there, but except for the lead guitar player and Carl's fat sister, I didn't see anyone I knew. Then Susan Kyle, from the school newspaper, came over and said, "Hi, boss. Nice to see you." She called me boss because Carl got me the job of senior editor, which is the job he'd had for the last two years. Susan would be a senior reporter on next year's staff. We talked about the newspaper for a little bit then someone called her away and Carl materialized from the crowd and waved me over. He appeared to be holding court with three adults... none of whom I knew.

When I got there Carl and I did a quick version of the one arm hug and back pat. He held on to the side of my neck to whisper, "We good?" and I whispered back, "Yeah... sorry". The band was loud so no one could hear our quick words to each other. The man and the woman next to Carl turned out to be Larry's parents and they were even worse looking than Larry... they didn't even have hot bodies to compensate for their bad looks either... so Larry had one up on them. Being Larry's parents also made them Carl's, aunt and uncle, of course. Then I recognized the other lady in the group, Mrs Ramsey from school. She's the school newspaper's faculty adviser and she and I talked for a while about the newspaper just like Susan and I had. Yawn!!!

After that, Carl's younger sister attacked me and mussed my hair... that fat bitch! Then Mrs Denton came over to say she hoped Mr Denton hadn't scared me too much on the phone Saturday night... "he gets so testy at times, but his bark is much worse than his bite and you should feel free to call Carl any time blah, blah, blah". By now I'd been at the party about forty five minutes and I was ready to admit defeat. This sucked! It was worse than simply boring... it was painful because it's a real mental strain for me to make small talk with people I really don't care anything about.

So, admitting defeat, I put the envelope with the gift check in a pile of gifts on a card table and tried to make my way to the back gate. Escape without attracting attention was my goal. On my way I finally saw Larry... he still wasn't cute, but he was talking to someone who was... a young looking slim boy about my height. Larry didn't see me though, so I kept going. I was almost at the gate when, out of no where, Dean Byers pats me on the back and says, "Yo, Newman...sup?" I usually beat guys to the use of that old standby "sup?". So, I was forced to use another old standby and go, "Dude!" and we did a rapid one-arm hug and pat on the back.

Dean sits across from me in Band... not the kind of band that's playing here at the party, but the school orchestra that is called "band" for some reason. He's a senior, but Band has a mixture of grades in each class which is how we wound up in that class together.

I sort of play Trumpet and the same for Dean. Band is required or else I could happily do without it. He led me over for a hamburger from the grill and an a can of ice tea with lemon. Both things were good and made me realize I was hungry. For twenty five dollars I might as well eat my fill. Dean drifted away as I went back to the grill for a hot dog and a root beer. Damn, the food off a grill is delicious... wish we had an outdoor grill at home.

Last bite of the hot dog and I hear, "Hi, you're Dylan, right." I look around and it's the cute kid Larry was talking to earlier. I go "Yeah, that's me. Sup?" He chuckles and says, "Clever conversation starter" I'm like, "Huh?" He goes, "I'm Willie Worthington. Larry's roommate at Summersville Prep. You're Carl's boy, right... I mean Carl's boyfriend... no offense intended". If this kid wasn't so interesting to look at I might have slugged him.... Carl's boy, my ass! However, he was interesting looking so I said, "Yeah, I guess... sorta". Then I surprised myself by asking, "Are you gay, Willie?" He says, "You can't tell? Oh, thank you for that. Larry says I'm so faggy I should wear high heels." I told him Larry was full of it... that he, Willie, didn't seem gay as far as I could tell. "I only asked you that because you seemed to know that I'm Carl's boy, er... boyfriend. You don't seem gay other than that, dude."

As it turns out, Willie was Larry's roommate AND his boyfriend... he said he was Larry's "Bottom" which, according to my mentor Carl, means he lets Larry fuck him but he never fucks Larry. Oh, come to think of it, I guess that makes me Carl's "bottom". Ain't that a great title? "Carl's bottom". I need to do something about that, but what? Anyway, this Willie-bottom-boy has an innocent, pretty face... not a perfect face like Chubby's, but nice looking and interesting. First thing I noticed were his very bright brown eyes that always stared right into my eyes, but not in an aggressive way at all. As a matter of fact, there was an innocent tentativeness in his stare that almost made me want to reassure him that everything was fine.

He has nice looking, longish light brown hair... not nearly as long as Larry's, just over the top of Willie's ears... still, it was like a seventies hair style I guess you'd have to say. Apparently, if you go to a private prep school you need to have a longish seventies haircut. Willie's hair was wavy, not straight like Larry's, and so it was fuller and looked real nice... actually, I wanted to run my fingers through it.

He has a longish nose, but it went fine with his slightly longish face... slightly longish head too... not odd looking at all though, just longish. It was all nice and went together fine and, like I said... interesting. Very light complexion with a smiley mouth and a longish chin that also went with everything else. He has some freckles... they weren't long though..ha ha..and not too many of them either. He's quite slim with longish arms and legs. Overall, I guess you could say, Willie is "longish" in many, many

ways... which made me think about his, hmmm? Well, you know.

Yes, Willie's longish... but still only a half-inch taller that me. He was just under five feet eleven inches tall. That nice manner he had, with the sweet apologetic look on his face, and even his self deprecating remark about how Larry said he was so faggy he should wear heels, was kinda cute too... everything about him was likable. He'd look away from me a second, and then he'd look right back and smile.

When he smiled real hard the bridge of his nose crinkled right where the freckles were... made me think of a twelve year old boy who was maybe the new kid on the block, smiling hard, hoping to be liked. Swear to God, I just wanted to hug him and maybe muss his hair in a friendly way and try a few of the kisses on him that his boyfriend, Larry, has taught me to do... try them out on Willie for awhile.

He asked, "Would you like me to blow you, Dylan?" I smiled at him assuming this was some kind of a gay "in" joke. "I'd sure like to" is what he added when I'd smiled at him. I didn't know what to say to that so I smiled again, starting to blush now. Willie was very earnest when he said, "You know you're much too cute for Carl. You're aware of that, right? You can do much, much better than Carl." I gulped and said, "You'll have to forgive me Willie, but I've only been gay for a couple of months and I don't know how to talk "gay" yet... you know, I don't get gay jokes or gay irony or whatever... yet. You know... if ya know what I mean."

He put his arm around my waist, smiled this wonderful sweet smile, and hugged me into his stomach saying, "You're very delightful. I hope you're not putting me on with that comment because I love this naive personality of your's." He put his face next to mine and whispered, "Here's a secret... you're the cutest boy I've ever talked with, let alone hugged". I gulped again and looked around, no one was paying the least bit of attention to us. I'd been walking toward a trash barrel to drop off my paper plate and root beer cup when Willie intercepted me so we were at the back side of the garage... the party was mostly along the side yard.

When he said that comment about me being the cutest boy he'd ever talked to, his face almost touched mine, and being that close to him I smelled alcohol on his breath... his breath smelled like Chubby's had smelled when we found that vodka last summer and drank it with lemonade. I asked, "Have you been drinking, Willie?" He told me sure he had, everyone was drinking. There were two big bowls of adult punch and he led me to one of them over near a table full of snacks, then he got both of us a cup of that cold, rum and vodka-spiked, red punch... I had to look twice to believe my eyes, but sure enough there was a partially dissolved pint of raspberry sherbet floating in the bowl.

Taking a sip of that sweet concoction, Willie made a face and then asked again, "Would you like me to blow you, Dylan? I'm serious." Once again I had this dumb, confused look on my face. Willie goes, "Oh, it's OK. Larry said it was OK, and Carl goes along with Larry on things so it's OK with them. I know that they're going to give it to you up the rear-end later, but until then I was hoping you'd let me blow you." I didn't know how to react. Is he dumping on me or something? So, not knowing the right thing to say or do, I acted belligerently and said crassly, "Yeah, I get it already, I'm not stupid, ya know! You don't need to say it ten times. I get it already, you'd like to blow me."

Willie looked up from his cup and got very contrite, "Oh, I'm sorry to upset you, Dylan. I just thought, you know... we could you know. Hey, you can blow me if that's what you'd rather do. Oh, except Larry won't want me to let you. He says he likes watching me ejaculate when he's fucking me... that's what he says anyway." My recently formed hot temper had over-reacted once more and I apologized right back at Willie. Then I got this urge and said, "Why don't we keep it simple? How about you and me try making out together... I'd like that a lot." He did his great smile again... the one with his nose crinkling at the bridge like a little kid, and said, "It isn't an act, is it? You're really, really like this. Oh my God, you're too innocent and cute to be real... but you are. Sure, I'll make out with you and I know just the place."

He had his arm around the back of my waist and we started walking like that, with him steering me.... sort of like a boy might walk with his girlfriend. It was very uncomfortable and I again looked around to see who was watching us because it was not the way two guys should walk together. Maybe this is what Larry meant about Willie acting real gay. The only people looking in our direction were our so called "tops", Larry and Carl. Carl smirked at Larry and nodded his head in our direction... then they both shook their heads back and forth at us slowly in a humorous manner, like... kids, what are ya going to do? I got goofy and, trying to be funny, twiddled my fingers at those two guys while I kind of laid my head over on Willie's shoulder... they actually laughed.

Willie was as relaxed as can be, or perhaps he's just oblivious, as he chatted away asking questions. He wanted to know if I ever topped anyone and, of course the answer to that is "no"... then he said, "If you've only been gay for a couple of months, what'd you do about sex before that? I told him, "Nothing really, Willie. My best bud and I just hung out". Did I date girls before that? and again the answer was "no". He seemed sincerely interested in the answers. Although we'd only known each other for ten minutes we had an almost instant rapport ... I really liked him right from the start and that can only happen when the other guy is giving off obvious signals that he liked you right from the start too.

Looking at Willie talk, I grinned to myself thinking... just two "bottoms" bonding. Willie told me that a good spot for our make-out would be the pantry right inside the back door, next to the kitchen. It didn't sound like a very promising spot to me, but just as we started walking over to check it out we heard a whistle that made Willie immediately turn his head. He said, "That's Larry's whistle" and sure enough Larry had walked half way toward us and was now doing that "come here" motion with his index finger.

Willie said, "Let's get going. They want us for something" and he started jogging toward Larry. I spotted Carl quite a ways behind Larry just stand there with his hands on his hips looking impatient. I started jogging too. About twenty yards is all we had to go and when we got there, Larry says, "Glad I caught you two. Carl says this is a good opportunity... with everyone in line for the main buffet, you two can slip on up to Carl's bedroom. I believe you know the way, Dylan... don't ya?" I nodded my head and Larry chuckled and said, "Of course you do. Well, get going then" and he smacked Willie's ass hard, but he was grinning when he did it. Larry seemed looser today then he was at my house... he seemed more comfortable. Willie took off toward the side entrance at a run and I followed him.

We encountered no one from there to Carl's bedroom. I hadn't been in Carl's bedroom for a while now, but it felt like a familiar place to me. I had mostly all good memories here. Being in his room made me think again about all the things Carl's done for me... and sure, I know he did most of it for his own reasons, but still, without Carl taking me under his wing I'd be just a frustrated teen struggling with who I am. At least now I know I'm gay... and I know I really like being gay too. Yeah, I feel close to Carl and I definitely "owe" him big time.

Of course, the way I feel about Carl is nothing at all like my feelings for Chubby... miles apart in that regard. I think I love Chubby or something damn close to it and that's something very different from my feelings for Carl. I ran my hand over Carl's desk remembering my first time here almost three months ago. I feel close to Carl in a special way. Willie was peeing in the little bathroom next to Carl's walk-in closet which made me think about that time Carl had me shave his pubes in that bathroom ... I didn't like him all that much back then.

I was feeling good. It was a combination of meeting Willie and of being back in Carl's bedroom. Just being here caused my dick to be firmer than usual... not a boner by a long shot, but firmer than usual. Willie, walking toward me, said, "Um, Dylan... I all of a sudden feel shy, just the two of us here". I told him I felt a little awkward too, but that maybe a kiss would help both of us. He smiled and I noticed his nice teeth. Seems like now-a-days we all have pretty nice teeth. Willie's were so perfectly even I just know he wore braces as a kid... like I did, for two long years. As we wandered slowly toward each other, I asked him about the braces and he said, "Sure. You did too, right?" We were close now and he reached out his hand... it's was an involuntary reaction to reach mine out to him, but I'm glad I did because it felt so nice holding his hand. It was real smooth and soft... mine too, we don't do much heavy lifting.

My other arm was around his neck and his other arm was around my waist. We did the sweetest kiss... just on each other's lips, no tongue. His bright brown eyes were beautiful... our next kiss was a wet one. He let go of my hand and cupping the back of my head to hold me in place for our sexy kisses. He wasn't as talented at kissing as Larry is, but neither am I. That being said, kissing with Willie was much more sexy to me because I already liked him more than I liked Larry. That taught me something important, but I didn't realize it until much later. Once Willie got us started on hot kisses our bodies were pressed up against each other and our moaning may have been slightly embarrassing to us if someone else had heard it. I loved his lips, tongue, and all around inside his mouth. The initial sweetish alcohol taste in our mouths from the spiked punch was replaced with natural saliva taste after a few minutes of making-out.

My fingers running through his hair, our crotches rubbing against each other, the smell and the taste and the feel of him was magical.... this is how I imagined it would be to make-out with Chubby... Oh man! if only that could happen some day. But, for now... even though I'd only known Willie this short time he became the first boy in my life that I was fond of AND was making-out with. It was different than making-out just for that hot sexy feeling like I did with Larry... definitely a few steps up from that.

I wanted to climb inside Willie... it was hard to get enough tastes of him, or to feel enough of his body or smell his clean boyish smell enough. None of those things applied when I made-out with Larry and Carl.

Willie and me had our faces side by side, covered in spit, while catching our breath. Then Willie mumbled, "You get me so hot Dylan, I can't believe how lucky I am to be making out with someone as cute as you." I was thinking... me? He's feeling lucky to be with me?

WOW! That's cool, but before I could revel in this new concept of myself, there was a quiet knock on the bedroom door. Willie and me looked at each other with concern, but then we heard a low, "It's me... unlock the fucking door"... the voice sounding suspiciously like Larry's.

We did one last kiss and Willie smiled at me so sweetly I had to grab hold of his head and kiss him on his lips again. Apparently Willie was a "hop to it" guy whenever Larry gave an order though... at the sound of the knock he looked over at the door with a sense of urgency etched on his face and after our last hasty kisses he broke away to hustle over to let Larry in. My dick was semi-hard from our short make-out... Willie was really something.

Still panting a little from kissing with Willie, I watched Larry come in, without Carl. Larry spoke quickly, "Carl's tied up a little while longer, but I'll get us started". Then he noticed our flushed faces and quick breaths... he said, with a smirk "Aren't you two the cutest things... a little hanky-panky while your "tops" are busy, huh? OK girls, but get undressed quickly now... we really are short on time." Larry was undoing his tie and pulling his shirt out as he spoke. His speech wasn't slurred, but it was loose. Obviously he'd been sampling that adult punch... probably a number of samplings.

Willie and I both unbuttoned our shirt collars so we could take our ties off without untying them. It made me undress faster from just watching Willie because when Larry said hurry, Willie hurried. I had some interest in Willie's dick and sure enough, like the rest of him, it was "longish". Long, but not fat... he had a regular pubic patch except his pubes were light brown like his hair, not dark like most guys. Willie had some interest in me too and when he saw my shaved pubes he goes, "Cool" while he pulled his socks off... and, ta da!.. he was completely naked... looking absolutely delicious.

Larry was naked by now too and was rustling-up a condom and some lube from the cabinet under Carl's bathroom sink. I stared mostly at Willie. He's very slim... not much body definition, but still a very attractive, smooth, hairless body... normal hair on his calves and, once again that word "longish" is necessary... he has longish feet. I thought, "I'll bet Chubby would love to suck on those babies". Larry handed Willie a bath towel and nodded toward Carl's bed... he then took my short hair between his index finger and thumb using it to pull my head to his level saying, "Open up kid' the hair pulling hurt like hell but I did what he said while smothering a cry of pain in the process.

Just like Willie's and my mouth had been, Larry's mouth initially tasted like that sweet spiked punch... plus, some of Larry's long hairs found their way into my mouth too, but I was use to that from last time. As soon as his tongue was in my mouth, I automatically had both my arms around his neck like he told me to do last time... except this time I did it without being told. What a make-out artist he is. My semi-boner became a full-blown boner pretty fast, but funny thing... even though I got hotter, quicker, with Larry... still, I enjoyed making-out with Willie more... go figure.

The make-out didn't last long. Larry pulled his mouth slightly away from my lips and talking close to my face said, "Suck me off a bit, kid" and then he snapped at Willie, "What are you staring at Willie, get the towel laid out and get yourself in position... you know the drill." I went down on my knees and sucked Larry's cock... another nice penis for sure, maybe closer to seven inches than six and a half... mmmmm, good. Then I began thinking about how Willie's willy might taste... he was busy mysteriously arranging the towel over the edge of the mattress.

When it was just right he bent over and leaned on the bed with his forearms and forehead... his ass sticking up in the air and his legs slightly spread and bent at the knees. Probably bending his knees because he's a few inches taller than Larry. I'd figured out that the towel was to catch Willie's and my cum when we shot off our loads getting fucked by our "tops"... the towel was half on the top of the mattress where Willie rested his head, and the rest hung down the side of the mattress, about cock level. This must be how these two do it in their dorm room.

Only needed to suck Larry for two minutes... he got hard fast from my stroking and sucking. Wheezing a little, he ordered me, "Get over there next to Willie... right up against him". I nuzzled against Willie and duplicated his posture with my forearms on the bed and my head resting on them.... my ass held up in the air. Then I peeked at Willie who was peeking at me... we smiled at each other. I can't get over how cute that crinkly nose looks on Willie when he smiles... it's almost like he makes a face and smiles at the same time... little freckles across his nose and those bright eyes, super white teeth. Willie took hold of my hand and held it making another cute face at me, like he was indicating... "isn't this great!".

With the condom on and all lubed-up, Larry pushed a lubed finger up Willie's hole, pulled it out, and then pushed his cock in immediately after. I was looking back at him and it was something to see... five inches of hard boner disappeared up inside Willie who cried out quietly and held my hand tightly. His face was all squished up with pain now, his forehead pushed hard against mine while he made some sounds of discomfort. Larry leaned over and smacked the back of Willie's head hard, hissing "Quiet, we're in Carl's bedroom for Christ sake, not our dorm room". Willie yipped quietly at the head smack, but kept future noises very low.

From past experiences with Larry's I knew that his boner is close to seven inches long, not five inches.

It had gotten hung-up on something in Willie's hole at the five inch mark though. Larry pulled almost all the way out and then roughly shoves it right back up inside Willie again, who was busy with the effort of forcing lots of air out between his teeth... it sounded like steam escaping a valve. Larry's cock was still showing about two inches outside Willie's tunnel so he calmly gripping Willies hips, pulled them up slightly, and was then able to steadily push in the last two inches of his boner. Willie's face turned pale and I heard his low groan of pain... then a soft "plop" sound as Larry's big nuts flopped low against Willie's buttocks.

Willie was definitely hurting... his forehead was hot and sweaty against mine and both his hands were crushing my right hand. Larry withdrew his cock and then humped the entire seven inches smoothly right back up into Willie. Full seven inch humping proceeded steadily now and after a half dozen or so, Willie's face began to relax and his grip on my hand became just "holding hands" again... the pain was fading. He did a long exhale and opened his eyes to look into mine. A little smile on his lips and I smiled encouragingly back at him. His pretty, light-brown hair stuck to the perspiration on his forehead. I really liked this boy... he had a certain something that I can't articulate.

There was a subtle "smack" "smack" "smack" sound as they fucked and after a bit Larry grunted out, "I love your boy-pussy, Willie." Willie looked at me and raised his eyebrows like he was so proud of the compliment. All the pain a thing of the past now... I watched in fascination as that long penis of Willie's grew under him before my very eyes. The harder he was fucked the harder and harder it got until it was parallel with his belly. His boner's head at the end of that great looking boner just touched the towel draped there on the edge of the bed. The tip of the head backed away from the towel when Larry pulled out and bumped into the towel with each of Larry's rough penetrations.

Willie moaned with the feel of it all, and as for me, I was getting hard and hot from just looking at his long boner. Larry really was humping that boy-pussy of Willie's now. I've given-up complaining about calling it that, if these boys wanted to call Willie's and my asshole "boy-pussy", so be it. Making a low grunt each time his head rocked forward on the mattress from the penetration... "Uh..uh..uh..uh. , feeling oh so fine and then, just like that, Larry pulls his boner all the way out with Willie doing a low, "Ohhhhhh... noooo". A hard slap on Willie's ass followed with Larry going, "Shhh". Willie yipped again when his bare ass was spanked, but the yip was done so quietly I could hardly hear it.... the ass smack was the loudest sound in the room.

Looking back, Larry's cock sticking straight out of his thick bush was bigger than ever, shiny with lubrication and ass-tunnel juices from Willie's hole. Larry's face was flushed, but his eyes were bright and there's a tiny grin on his lips. He side-steps casually over and grabs hold of my hips. I feel the slimy, slippery condom covered boner against my hole for just a second and then the bright lights go on in my head as the pain flashes with each inch of cock forced up my ass... all seven inches of it. Now I'm gripping Willie's hand and doing everything I can to keep from crying out in pain.

Larry is relentless with his fucking technique though, so I don't expect any mercy. He'd be treating me just like I witnessed him treating Willie. And, just like Willie, I survived through the rough part to feel the pleasure part. I'd had my own boner before Larry forced his cock up my ass, but it went down with the onslaught of that initial penetration. A soft cock wasn't going to be soft for long though because just the thought of having Larry's slippery boner up my ass right after it had been up Willie's ass started my dick to tighten-up again pretty quickly.

Then Larry really got into a rhythm fucking me with a hand on each of my shoulders pulling me back into each of his thrusts. It was a hot, fabulous feeling and my boner was back up to one hundred percent in no time... and aching from being so hard. My head was jerking around on the towel with my eyes open looking into Willie pretty bright brown eyes which were very big and shiny as he watched me getting fucked. Willie would lick around his lips with each drive of Larry's seven inch boner up my boy-pussy, the accompanying "splat" sound of his crotch smacking into my buttocks punctuating each hump. I was beginning to feel my nuts tighten-up and I love that feeling of getting ready to cum... then the door opened and Carl says, "Ain't that a picture!".

Larry slowed up his fucking and I wanted to yell, "No, please don't stop!" I was one minute from cuming. But instead of saying that, I just whimpered with pleasure while Willie wiped my forehead with his hand and smiled, showing me that sweet manner he has as he whispered, "Don't Larry fuck good?" ... I thought that Willie's not faggy-acting. Larry's just wrong about that. Willie's a great boy and will make a great friend. With Carl getting out of his clothes quickly, Larry grunted out, "We're so freaking lucky, Carl. These are two fine boy-pussys we got here and they simply love being fucked." Carl says, "Yeah, but they're lucky to have us too... move over one spot dude." I almost squealed when Larry pulled his boner out of me.

As Carl casually played with his cock waiting impatiently for Larry to be clear of me Willie got his ass back up in the air ready to be fucked some more. I stared at that big cock of Larry's... it was covered and dripping with a combination of Willie's and my ass juices mixed now with the original lube. I watched in fascination as it went right back up inside Willie with Willie making that steam engine sound again through his teeth. Carl was paying only a little attention to that... he grabbed hold of the back of my neck and pulled me up to give a big sloppy kiss and then his tongue went in my mouth and he sucked on my tongue... then some French kisses. He had me wrapped-up in his arms, my arms trapped against my sides, as he licked and kissed my face and mouth. Stopping for just a second to pull the band aid off my hickey, he chuckled at the still red bump, sucked on it till he got it sticking up again and stinging again, and then he went back to our make-out.

He must have like an instant "on" button because Carl was immediately hot for my mouth... no warm-up period necessary, and he was sort of rough with his kisses too... that fat boy is strong and each time I"m with him he seems to be more confidant in how he wants to handle me. He isn't asking me if anythings "OK?" anymore! After a rather short, but very hot make-out, he licked up the front of my nose saturating my nostrils with a ridiculous amount of our mixed saliva and said, "Get on your knees Dylan and suck my cock... get me hard for your pussy". There's that word again, but it's just a word. Carl held me behind my neck with one hand and with the other rubbed up my forehead with the palm of his hand and then mussed my hair saying, "Your hair looked better the way I cut it."

Biting my lip, thinking what to say to that when Carl added, "Unfortunately, we really only got about five minutes more here, Dylan, so I need to do you quick. They'll be looking for me at the party." I got around on my knees real fast and turned Carl's semi-limp cock into a boner in less than a minute... sucking and stroking it like mad. His cock has the best head of any cock I've seen. Very bulbous and great to suck... I really liked sucking Carl's cock...it gave me an instant boner having it in my mouth. Today it was too soon when Carl said, "OK, OK.. That's good enough, get over there next to Willie now". As I was getting up Carl smacked my ass real hard just like Larry had done to Willie... I too yipped quietly... just like Willie had. Guess us "bottoms" need a smack on our ass once in a while to get us moving. Stroking my boner, I hustling over to the bed.

Ya know, I think the head on Carl's boner is the major reason he fucks me so good... that's my latest theory anyway. His penis is a little bit smaller than mine, but that tulip shaped head that I love so much is larger and firmer than mine. It's great to suck on and it feels great up my ass. That Carl... I got to hand it to him, he predicted a lot of things about me that have happened just like he said they would, including that I'd have a "thing" for him and now I need to admit that I really do have one. It's not just the sex any more either. I admire the way he handles himself... the way he handles me too... I look up to him.

I look up to him for a number of reasons, some that are hard to describe... for example, he seems to know when to back off and when to press his point... when to be gentle and when to be tough. This goes way back to our first interactions... he doesn't mind letting me think I'm getting my way because in the end it always winds up me doing it Carl's way. And, I'm really liking that too. His secret, I think, is to encourage me to underestimate him, and thereby relax my guard, and the next thing I know I'm calling him every day to try to get together with him, just like he wants me to do. I never would have believed this was possible a few months back. Yeah, that Carl is a lot more clever than I ever gave him credit for... and he fucks me real good too.

While I was quickly thinking about those things, I got right next to Willie like I was told... Willie and my side touching from our torsos, sides of our buttock and all the way down our thighs... even to the sides our our feet. It really added to the thrill of getting fucked when someone you like is right next to you getting fucked too... a shared experience. That must be what Willie was smiling about a while ago seeming to say... "isn't this great?" Yeah, it is! As soon as I was next to him Willie immediately took my hand again and we held hands. He gave a quick look over to me, with his cute little smile, as Larry resumed methodically fucking his ass. Shortly, Willie's eyes glazed over slightly... he squirmed in pleasure from the deep, rhythmic fucking.

While Carl lubed his bare cock I snuck a peek back at Larry... he had hold of the top of Willie's shoulders and was using all of that seven inches of boner to plow Willie's ass with a bit of force behind each thrust. Willie would push his ass back toward Larry when the cock was going in and then he moaned quietly as it was coming out. Larry's eyes closed lightly, sweat on his forehead, his tongue slowly licking his lips and, all the time... that hypnotic, ballet like thrusting of his hips. It was so cool to watch Willie and Larry enjoy their sex together. Just as I felt the tip of Carl's boner at the entrance to my hole, Larry made an "O" with his lips and blew a lot of air out of his lungs, then said, " I'm getting close" as he began picking-up the speed of those thrusts... another smile on Willie's lips and now his tongue was out now too, darting around those smiley lips. It made me smile too, just watching his facial expression... that boy loved getting fucked.

My smile turned into a grimace when Carl humped his fat hips hard, one time, and pile drove that great head of his cock past my sphincter ring and pushed it all the was up till his shaved crotch was flat against my hairless ass, "Ooof" I quietly groaned... Carl pulled back and slammed back up inside me and then again and a forth time... sliding in and out more easily now. By the fourth penetration I was imitating Willie and pushing backward in my eagerness to have Carl's boner further up inside me. It didn't take much to loosen me up after the fucking Larry had given my ass ten minutes ago.

That big cock head of Carl's didn't disappoint and within two minutes saliva was all over my chin, I was holding Willie's hand with both of mine, my face against Willie's as I moaned out "feels so good Carl... Carl... right there Carl". I hate that I do embarrassing crying out like that, but at those times when he's fucking me it just happens on it's own. Carl, of course, loves hearing my pathetic moans of pleasure. When Carl fucks Larry, Larry makes the same sort of whining pleas to Carl that I do... it helped to lessen the embarrassment knowing that, but I still wish I could stop myself from doing it.

As far as I know Carl hasn't done this next thing to Larry... showing me he's hearing my pleas, Carl pulled his cock almost all the way out of me for a few seconds and gave my ass three hard smacks with the palm of his hand that really made by ass cheeks sting and the surprised of it gots me gulping.. which, in turn, causes some spit to get in my windpipe making me choke. Chuckling at my discomfort Carl started fucking me again and now the contrast between the spanking and the fabulous feel of being fucked makes it all the hotter for me. Even more moaning, whining, cries from me after the spanking, "Carl, oh yeah.. more Carl.. harder.. oh Carl...it feels so good Carl".

By now I'm basically mumbling my cries of pleasure to Carl and I'm pretty much into my own world. My head lulling toward Willie... his head jerking around on the bed as Larry intensifies the rabbit quick fucking that's leading him to his climax. Finally Willie goes "Ohhhhh... God" as cum spurts out of that long thin cock of his... spurt after spurt. Willie's face is real pink.. he goes, "Ohhh" with each spurt of cum. The sounds and sights and smell of it all jerks me out of my coma of pleasure. I'ts so freaking hot getting fucked together!

My nuts are already hard round stones against my belly when Carl moved his big fat thighs on the outside of my legs, wraps his arms around my chest at my nipples and pulls me up against his fat stomach and chest and, just like the make-out earlier, my arms are pinned to my sides. His head is bent down along side mine covering the right side of my face completely. If you looked at us from that side it would almost look like Carl was hugging himself... the only part of me that was really visible was my pipe-hard boner sticking straight out from my shaved crotch. Carl enveloped me so completely it was another one of those totally dominated feelings that make me want to surrender to his wishes... it was just like that time last Saturday when he'd laid on top of me while fucking me. I felt so docile inside all that fat, so safe, so taken care of... but mostly so sexually excited by Carl's dominant constant, fast, hip movement which smoothly generated four to five inches of continual cock humping up and down of my hole.

With his strong left hand he moved my head upward and to the side so he could get to my mouth and French kiss with me as his fucking began an increasingly fast rate of penetration. It's the best sexual state I've been in so far in my life and really made be recognize that I'm damn lucky to be Carl's boy... I'm thinking... nothing wrong with being Carl's boy. My voice started making a wheezy "Eeeeeeee" sound as cum shot up from my almost invisible nuts pouring up and out my boner pee slit with a burning sensation. It was like peeing hot cum. My third string of pee/cum was accompanied by a gush of cum up my ass as Carl climaxed. He was lightly biting the hickey on my neck with each gush of cum he shot inside me... the cum drooled out around his boner and ran down the inside of both my thighs as fast as he shot it up there.. That awesome cumy squishy slippery feeling of being filled up with a boy's sperm and the sloppy sounds it makes as he keeps fucking me had be squirming with sexual sensations from head to toe.

This was a lightning and thunder climax for me... the kind of climax I'd read about and it made me want to snuggle into Carl's fat body deeper even as my climax was winding down. In the back of my mind I vaguely was thinking... there is simply no way I'm going to find someone else that can equal the sexual pleasure Carl lays on me... no way. I nuzzled the back of my head against his shoulder and sighed contentedly. No kidding, I forgot Willie and Larry were even in the room... just for a minute it was Carl and me alone in the universe. He completely owned me.

"Holy shit, that was hot" Carl was saying the words in between catching his breath, "whoa! Ok, but Dylan... that's going to have to be it for today dude, I gotta run". I'm like, "No Carl, not yet" it sounded like a whine even to me, but I'd just had the best sexual experience in my "inexperienced" life so far. I quickly turned around facing him and hugged him... my arms didn't quite reach all the way around his body. Larry said, "Didn't I tell you, Carl? He's yours for as long as you want him. You really broke him right. God damn, you're good!" Larry was getting dressed and the sound of his voice brought be back to reality. Carl had a hand on each of my arms prying them from around his body chuckling before saying to Larry, "Yeah, he's come around pretty good. He still needs some reinforced encouragement... if you get my drift."

Larry finished tying his tie saying, "That's always a good time. Willie actually likes his discipline now... except when it's necessary to take it up a notch." Carl mumbled, "So do you, Larry."

My head cleared and it hit me that I was acting like such a dink.. whining and begging like a teenage girl with a crush...I felt like a complete fool. Sheepishly looking over at Willie who had his boxer shorts and pants on by now, but was holding his dress shirt in his hand just staring at me with a puzzled look on his face. Jeez, I blushed like crazy and muttered, "I'm sorry for acting like a dork, but I'm new to this and it really got me all excited. I'll get better. Sorry, Carl". Carl said, "You're fine as you are, Dylan" and he patted the top of my head, then said, "Listen you two, Larry and me are going to have you two girls up to the summer house in Maine for a few weekends this summer. How's that sound?" Everyone was smiling because we all wanted to get together again... that made me feel so good.

Willie was ecstatic, stuttering as he tried to say, "Re, re, real, really, Carl?" Carl assured him he was serious and that we'd be getting a call for directions and all that... probably the middle of June for our first weekender. Willie and I made faces at each other and couldn't hold back the smiles. To myself I thought... those three all accept the reality of a summer house, private schools, BMWs, and all that rich-man's stuff as every day business-as-usual... they were just looking forward, mostly, to the sex and the normal fun they're use to. I was looking forward to the sex for sure, but also the other stuff was new and thrilling for me. A motor boat, house on the ocean with their own beach... come on! That rocks!

Carl said that Willie and me could get up there on a Grayhound bus if need be. I thought to myself, "after the bus ride... I'd be living like a rich person"...ha ha! I was very excited. Hey, maybe Willie and I can hold hands on the bus ride all the way to Maine... holding hands is another new thing that I noticed really get's my dick to twitching... especially holding hands with Willie.

second half of Part 4***

By the time we were over the excitement of the upcoming visit to Carl and Larry's parent's summer house everyone had gotten dressed but me. I was still standing there with Carl's cum running from my asshole, down my legs. I guess I was so use to being told what to do when I'm with Carl and Larry I was waiting for orders. Carl said, "You two can hang around now for a while getting something to eat, but not too long after that and don't hook up with Larry and me again today. Got it?" Willie and I nodded our heads that we understood... Carl looked at me saying,

"And Dylan, get your ass in the bathroom and clean yourself up. For Christ sake, are you ten years old?". I said, "Oh yeah, sorry. Right away Carl" and that's what I did. When I came out of the bathroom, both Larry and Carl were gone. Willie was sitting in Carl's desk chair doing something on the computer. He looked up and said, "We don't need to take a bus up there Dylan. I'll drive my car." I go, "Cool!"

If I had been alone in the bedroom right then I would have gotten in Carl's bed naked and rolled around in those same sheets he'd slept in. That's how hot the thought of him made me... then, after rolling around in the sheets I'd jerked myself off thinking about that quick, but still, unbelievably sexy fucking he just did to me. Just when I think it's not possible to reach a higher level of sexual satisfaction, Carl proves me wrong and takes me there.

Recently I've learned, through experiencing it, how flexible a person's perspective is... for example, the way I perceive Chubby now is so much different then it was two months ago and the same can be said for the way I see Carl now. Sure he's overweight, but to me... Carl is one stud gay boy that I admire and look up to and I'm proud he made me his "boy"... after all he's done in guiding me and helping me learn my gay nature, why wouldn't I think he's the greatest? I guess Larry had helped me too by teaching me how to make-out with another boy. That's wicked hot too. And, I'd also learned stuff from Willie.

Those type of gay thoughts made me think of my hickey... and when I touched it poking out the side of my neck all red and shiny, it started burning again. Carl had gotten it redder and more swollen by licking, sucking and biting it. I'll probably have this fucking thing all summer... I will for sure if that's what Carl wants. I was in a bit of a daze, overwhelmed a little. "Can I help you with anything, Dylan" I was in the process of putting a bunch of toilet paper in my jockey shorts to soak up cum droolings... I told Willie, "No thanks, I'm good".

Done with the toilet paper I asked, "You ever take it bareback, without a condom, Willie?" He told me he never had, and as a matter of fact the only person who's ever fucked him is Larry and, oh yeah, of course, occasionally Carl... always with a condom. I learned that Larry had unprotected sex when he was in his middle teen years and got a scare once from an aids test that showed a "positive" result. A retake proved that to be inaccurate, but since then he's always used a condom. Carl mostly fucks Larry so he makes sure he's always using a condom too. Willie inferred that Carl wasn't totally trusting of that second test.

I thought... so Carl knows he's safe, and I'm safe, and the same for Willie, but a condom is always used except when Carl fucks me... what's that all about? Then I realized that Larry fucking both Willie and me using the same condom protected Larry but not Willie or me. Luckily we're both clean. Fully dressed now, Willie and I snuck down the back stairs, out the front door and around the opposite side of the house from the party. We eventually ended up where we'd started from way back when Willie had first approached me. Now Willie says, "Let's get a plate of food Dylan" and that's what we did. Our neckties were pulled loosely away from our necks, but other than that we still looked respectable. That mattered to me because Carl might see me and he expected me to look respectable, and I wanted to. Oh hell, I tightened the knot of my tie up to my throat, why take a chance of disrespecting Carl's wishes.

Willie and I ate our food sitting on the back steps, away from the main party. The band was playing slow selections, but the crowd was noisier then ever... most of them had been drinking either that spiked punch or beer, all afternoon. Neither Willie or I knew anyone out there that we wanted to hook up with so we stayed by ourselves, out of the way. In great detail we went over how our "tops" had fucked us and we both agreed it was the hottest thing ever to be fucked together like that. Willie liked to describe every different feeling he had and then he drifted into how he was wicked proud to be Larry's bottom. He said he knew Larry wasn't the cutest boy at Prep school, but he was very much a main part of the "in" crowd and it was fun to ride his coat tails around campus. Plus, nobody messed with Willie because he was Larry's boy. Also I learned it wasn't all that unusual for certain confident types to have their "boy" at Sommersville Prep.

He liked to talk and, partially because of that youthful sounding voice, it was pleasant listening to him. Also I liked to look at his face and I tried to get him to smile every once in a while because his little-boy, crinkly nose was adorable... he didn't have a clue how cute he was. He thought it was a thrill to be with someone as cute as me, Ha! ... he should look in the mirror once in a while. I finished the last of my dinner plate... it had been delicious.. sliced honey of a ham, baked beans, potato salad, cole slaw, barbecue chicken and a slice of watermelon. Both Willie and I could eat a lot even though we were both quite slim. After eating, Willie became more introspective and instead of talking non-stop, he could be real quiet for minutes at a time.

When he scraped his plate clean I took both out empty paper plates to the trash barrel and dumped them, then came back and sat on the step next to Willie again... we were both quiet for a couple minutes, just listening to the music. Shortly, Willie looked away and quietly said, "I almost shot my load when Larry pushed his cock back up my ass that last time... ya know, because he'd just had it up your boy-pussy, Dylan." I could see the color rising on the side of his face so I turned my head, pretending to look at something in the trees. I was feeling self conscious about the way he builds me up to be so special... I go, "Yeah, me too". Willie said, "You make me hot just sitting next to you. Anybody ever tell you that before?" I blew some air out and told him, "No, I don't believe anyone ever has" and he said, "Oh".

He liked touching me when sitting, standing or walking. I liked it too. That quality he had... that mysterious, uniquely likable characteristic that I couldn't put my finger on... hell, maybe it wasn't one thing but rather many things all added together... whatever it was, it made me feel close to him, which is weird since I hardly knew him. Sitting on the steps, not talking again, Willie casually put his arm around the back of my waist, like he did before, and pulled me into him gently and then just sat there next to me... leaving his arm like that. It was so different... reminded me of a fourteen year old boy on his first date with his first girlfriend. Unfortunately, in that example I'm the girlfriend, but who cares... I liked his arm around my waist. I looked sideways at him and he turned to look at me too... he squeezed my waist tighter, leaned over while pulling me towards him and kissed me leaving behind a drop of barbecue sauce from the corner of his lips ... I licked it into my mouth. Then we went back to just sitting, him holding me around my waist, without talking.

After a while I put my arm around his waist too and got a shy smile as my reward. He said, "Ya think we might get together sometime, Dylan? I won't see Larry until that weekend they promised us in Maine." I said, "Sure Willie, I'd like to. Where do you live?" He lives in Weston which was maybe the richest town in Massachusetts... or close to it. Weston was about ten miles from Framingham, where I live. Willie just finished his sophomore year, but was only slighly younger than me... he'll be eighteen soon after I turn eighteen. It was a quirky thing... him being a year behind me in school, but only a few weeks younger. His Private school wouldn't allow kids to begin first grade unless they were six years old before September of that first year in school. Willie's birthday was September second so he started his elementary education a whole year behind me.

Of course, we wouldn't have been in the same classes even if we were in the same grade because Willie has gone to private schools from kindergarden to now. Mr Worthington, Willie's father, is a franchise owner of four Dunkin Donut locations... so, no wonder he's rich. I told him the Dunkin Donuts store Chubby and I go to and asked if his dad owned that one... Willie shrugged and said, "Who knows". Him and his father aren't best friends, to put it mildly, and his mother was rarely at home... she liked to travel. "See the world" Willie said, wistfully. He didn't have much of a home life, but he was away at boarding school most of the time anyway. Willie told me that him and Larry had been roommates for both years they'd been at Prep school.

He also told me that their current relationship was one where he, Willie, more or less idolized Larry. Willie said that he hadn't been sure if he was gay until he met his new roommate, Larry, that first day of his Freshman year. Larry assured Willie that he, Willie, was in fact... gay. The second night they were together Larry rather forcefully insisted Willie suck his cock and a week later Larry began fucking him regularly. Willie claims it's the single best thing anyone's ever done for him... it was so special that Larry went out of his way to show interest in him. He was appreciative of how Larry took the time to help Willie see his true gay nature. That was sort of what Carl had done for me too. I guess both Willie and me had been looking for someone to take an interest in us. Maybe I'd even been pouting a little because Chubby had made other friends at just the right time for Carl to become a big factor in my life. Willie appears to have been waiting for someone to take him under their wing for a long time, well... for forever, maybe.

We got up and with Willie's arm still around my waist he led me to the punch bowl and I got another spiked punch for each of us. We carried them back to our step to talk some more. By now, I didn't care who saw us walking like that. Drinking our punch he told me that Larry could be strict at times, but that Willie appreciated the fact Larry cared about him enough to take the trouble. Surprisingly, Willie wasn't at all embarrassed describing how Larry would spank him from time to time , "but only when I deserved it, Dylan. Don't get the wrong idea. Larry's doing it for my sake... not his."

Later, Willie told me Larry smacks him across his face once in a while too... for Willie's own good, of course..."Like when I'm being stubborn or when I'm nagging, or something. I'm getting better with that though". Jeez, I though... I guess I got off easy with Larry and Carl... well, there were a couple of smacks on my ass, but that's all. Us "bottoms" have to expect some discipline from our "tops" is what Willie explained to me. I raised the arm that I had around Willie's waist to squeeze the back of his neck.

It was real thin, his neck... and the skin was as smooth and soft as a baby's. My hand traveled up into his longish hair at the back of his head... it was as silky as anything I'd ever felt.... made me think of the way Chubby's hair felt before it was mostly all cut off by Ricky. I asked Willie why prep school boys had seventies style haircuts and he said that they didn't mostly... he had one because Larry wanted him to. I played with his hair some more and had to admit, it was kind of sexy long like this.

Considering what Willie had told me about his "top"... and the discipline, it helped me to understand the Marine a little better. I guess it's not so unusual that he was emphasizing the importance of me respecting the dominant person in our gay relationship. It's apparently more or less routine in relationships like ours... of course, I had no idea that was so at the time. Now I know why I got that spanking... it's a gay-relationship thing. There's a lot to learn about the in's and out's of being in a gay relationship. Good thing I have Carl to help me through it... and now Larry, and Willie too for that matter.

Letting go of Willie's hair, I said ... "Jesus, Willie, it's kind of confusing. You know, these gay relationships and me not knowing how I'm suppose to behave at different times. I'm just learning as I go along." Willie said, "Oh, you'll do OK Dylan. Just be sure to do what you're told. Those two guys.. our tops, they really care about us. They're not sadistic bastards the way some dominant gay guys at school can be. We're lucky." I nodded my head and then Willie added, "You are much too cute for Carl, like I told ya earlier. But he fucks you good and Larry told me Carl broke you in to his way of thinking just the right way too, and that's high praise from Larry ... so you could do worse. But, boy oh boy... you can do better if you want to. That is, when you know what you're doing I mean"

Willie told me these things in a very sincere way and I had to keep that in mind or else some of the things he said would make me guffaw right in his cute face. In any case, this was a lot to think about. One thing for sure... from my point of view, hot gay sex makes all this other stuff you have to go through worth the effort, that's number one. And, number two... it's important for me to realize that if I wasn't Carl's boy, I wouldn't have experienced any of the hot sexy climaxes I've had and I wouldn't even have met Willie, who I bet I'm going to be good friends with. The point being, you can't learn about gay sex or meet other gay boys unless you're with a gay boy to start with... sort of a catch-22. So, this is just another reason for me to be grateful that Carl took me under his mentoring wing, and another reason for me to do like Willie says, "Listen to Carl and do what I'm told."

Carl's my mentor, as well as my dominant gay partner, but he hasn't discipline me like Larry does to Willie. Naturally that discipline thingie was a concern and I mentioned that to Willie... he misunderstood my concern and said, "Don't worry, Dylan. Carl will know when you need help"... Willie used his fingers to make quotation marks in the air for the word "help", then finished with, "and you'll need help getting with the program in the early going... probably in Maine your backside is going to be pretty sore... but you can rest assured he'll do his duty with you".

My smirking face was misinterpreted again and Willie reinforced his comments, "Carl cares about you, I can tell he does, dude. He's not ignoring you, he's just busy now. After this party you'll be his project, it will sting for awhile, but it's damn worth it". Of course, I wasn't concerned about not being spanked by Carl or Larry, but rather the exact opposite... that's my concern. Spanking doesn't really gel with common sense somehow and I was smirking as if to indicate.."can we get real here?" Plus, I didn't mention to Willie that I knew all about how much a spanking stings... when your ass is spanked by a Marine, you know it. What the hell, I wasn't connecting with Willie on this topic so I'll drop it for now. I'm going to check this shit out on "google" later.

We'd finished our drinks and Willie handed me his empty cup and I dumped the cups in the trash. Holding his arm out, he wanted me to sit back on the step against his arm again... that did make me chuckle, but I liked sitting with Willie's arm around my waist so I got right back in position next to him. He said, "When we do arrange a time together Dylan, it only makes sense that I get to be the dominant one first... just between the two of us I mean? I have more experience in this area and it might help you when it's your turn." I laughed and said, "Sure, Willie. That will be so much freaking fun. You can spank me and then fuck me?" We both laughed at that, but later I wondered if he was in fact, joking. I was, of course... but after thinking about it some, I wasn't sure if he was. Willie is kind of real naive and maybe thinks the only possible gay relationship has to be dominant/submissive. Of course it just might be that he'll says anything that comes into his head without ever thinking how it might sound to someone else.

I usually get squirmy and uncomfortable being with someone in silence. I mean being with someone you know and neither of you can think of anything to say. That's awkward as hell, well unless it's with Chubby. I don't feel uncomfortable or awkward with Chubby when we're not talking and, surprise!... I don't feel uncomfortable with Willie either. He talks and talks, but then, we'd also sit there for minutes at a time in silence... Willie with his arm around the back of my waist holding me against him. It was cosy and sweet. Every once in a while during our silent periods he would put his head against the side of my head and occasionally whispers something, usually it was something complimentary to me. There wasn't a need to whisper, but he did anyway.

One time he whispered, "You smell so good, Dylan. Do you wear a cologne?" I said, "Ah, no. But I did put a dab of deodorant under each arm just before I left the house, maybe that's it". He said, "What kind?" "Old Spice Original Stick" and Willie said, "No, that's not it. I think it's just you" and he pressed his longish, but proportioned, nose against the side of my head and did a big inhale. "It's just your natural smell, Dylan. Anyone ever tell ya that you smell deliciously sexy?" I said, "Not that I can remember" ... he said, "Oh". Then he smelled me again and went, "Mmmmmm... I'm getting a hard-on." I smiled and glanced at his crotch, but his pants were bunched and I couldn't tell if he was kidding me or not.

After we'd been sitting there for quite a long time I began getting nervous about still being at the party because Carl told us not to hang around too long after eating. Willie didn't want me to go though, "Please Dylan, I got such a fucking crush on you it hurts my nuts. Make-out with me one more time before you go". That was a tempting offer so we slipped around to the far side of the house and he got his arms around my neck, whispering in my ear, "Make me cum in my pants, Dylan... then you can go" It made me pause for a second... the inflection when he said that was surprisingly demanding. Then in a shy way he added, "Oh my God, I never thought they'd be a boy like you in my life." It was funny the way he said, "make me cum in my pants" almost sounding bossy, but he follows it right up with something that makes him seem humble... or unworthy... and that counteracted the possibility he was giving me an order... he was a confusing lad. I said, "Making you cum in your pants might be something Larry can do Willie, but I'm just learning how to make-out". Willie goes, "Oh".

All that being true enough, making-out with Willie was still quickly becoming one of the great treats in my life... so far. He's so honest about his emotions and so open in his admiration of me that it made me feel important... like I'm Willie's special treasure, his fantastic gift. His kisses were becoming more and more passionate the longer we kissed, much different, more intense than earlier... hotter then earlier. I began to wonder who taught who to make-out... did Larry teach Willie?... or did Willie teach Larry? Oh my God he got me so hot my eyes were watering... my balls were churning... my heart was beating like a drum and my cock was a steel pipe once more. It felt really good.

For a time he'd concentrate on sucking my lips, one at a time... his lips sucked my lip away from my teeth in some kind of a sloppy, sexy kiss... it really got my dick hard. Then he'd cover my mouth with his lips and lap my tongue with his, over and over, until I was moaning and hugging him so tightly our crotches were totally flattened against each other. His arms around my neck held my head where he wanted it so he could change from one kiss to another, all the time making quiet erotic sounds of pleasure in his throat... it hypnotized me to some degree. My balls were hard marbles against my belly as we ground our dicks together and I was definitely going to cum, and I wanted to cum, but Willie broke away and whispered, "I almost passed out Dylan. Forgot to breath. You are so wonderful I could kiss with you for a week." and then he nuzzled his chin under mine and licked and kissed my neck sending chills all over my body.

While he was doing that we heard a loud, "Hey, you two!' and both our heads were swiveling around looking for whoever it was who had discovered us... we were way over at the other side of the house, no one was in sight. "Fuck, let's walk out front, Dylan. We been busted." As we walked toward the front he held my hand. I thought, "If we've been busted, it doesn't seem to worry Willie much"... he was chatting away about getting my cell number and putting it on his iphone. Damn, an iphone cost hundreds of dollars... it must be nice to have rich parents.

By the time we were at the front of the house my dick was back to it's normal floppy self. We stood there exchanging cell numbers and clicking then into our phones. Willy stood real close to me and it really was funny... I mean, no one stands six inches in front of you when you're just talking. Willie does though. I wanted to tell him that he smells good too and that I never thought I'd ever be making-out with a boy like him either, but I didn't. I hated leaving Willie, but I didn't want Carl getting mad at me for staying too long... that means I need to leave now. It was that simple, and starting more conversation with Willie would delay my departure... for forever, maybe.

Willie put his iphone away and nagged me to go back to the party for one last cup of spiked punch, but I insisted I had to get home. He shrugged and made a face, then said, "Oh, alright. And I know, I'm nagging and I'm sorry about that. Nagging gets Larry pissed-off." I couldn't help myself, he was so close to me I ran my fingers through his clean, longish, silky hair and grinned at him. I had such a good time with Willie I didn't want to leave either, but I was going to. Willie then slapped his hand against his own hip and said, "Fuck Dylan, I just remembered, I won't be able to get together with you until probably after we go to Maine. Friday I'm off for L.A. to spend time with my grandparents. It's cool out there, but after meeting you I wish I wasn't going." He looked so dejected I patted his shoulder and said, "Oh fuck, me too, but that's only three weeks away, right?"

At the same time I'm thinking to myself... he just gets out of boarding school for the summer and his parent's send him to California three days later? That sucks! Willie said, "Three weeks seems like a long time to not see you" and before I could say anything more he wrapped his arms around my neck and we made out for a few more minutes... right in front of Carl's house. Willie didn't seem to give a shit about anything. My dick was back up to hard by the time Willie was finally, reluctantly, done, "Bye, Dylan... I know you need to go. You are so hot, dude... and I'm so glad we met." I said a quick goodbye and he jogged back around to the side of the house where the main party was going on. His eyes were teary. Damn!

During my walk home I had to smile. It just occurred to me that Willie, as soon as I left, went right back to hook-up with Larry... and after Carl had specifically instructed him not to do that. Looks like Willie's in for another spanking. That made me laugh briefly and then I stopped, thinking... that's not really funny, is it? When ya think about it, what's this spanking nonsense really all about. Willie explaining the spanking earlier made it somehow seem like a routine, necessary, part of gay relationships... but that surely can't be right for all gays. I wondered if it would be possible for me to see Carl real quick before he goes away for the summer ... just to ask about all this stuff. I'd really like to know more about the spanking situation and how, generally speaking, I should act in Maine... I don't want to make a fool out of myself when I'm there.

Back home, a little sweaty from the walk, I went in the bathroom to wash up... the house was empty. Both Moms had left for the restaurant and Chubby won't be home from work for another twenty minutes. I got a drink of koolaid and then figured I better take a quick shower... you know, to scrub Carl's dried cum off my ass and off the inside of my legs. I got a boner while doing that just from thinking about him fucking me. Oh boy, is it hot getting fucked... and it was especially hot getting fucked right next to Willie who was in the process of getting his boy-pussy plowed too. Oh my goodness, that rocked!

I've decided I'm going to call my ass a boy-pussy whenever I'm around Carl. I want to show him that I'm on board with this gay thing and also, that's what he and Larry call it, so I don't want to make waves. More thoughts about Carl... the head of Carl's cock is so excellent. I love it up inside me and I love to suck it too. It was a great time this afternoon at the party, but really, we rushed through all the fun things... they all needed to be longer lasting... I bet they will be in Maine. I had to marvel and shake my head in amazement at how much my life has changed in the past couple of months. The new exciting things I have to think about now... who would have thought it three months ago? Awesome!

Chubby was late getting home from work and he was a little cranky and quiet too. More and more he's like that when he first gets home from the job. I think it's wearing him down... that's hard work for a grown man, never mind little Chubby. I'll asked Robby to double check and make sure there isn't a job with his parents this summer for Chubby. As we ate dinner I told him about the party... every single detail, except for the all the sex parts and everything I did with Willie... didn't even mention Willie as a matter of fact. When I was done Chubby said, "Fuck, Dylan... that party sounds so boring... what a shame dude. How'd ya stand it so long?"

Well, of course, before running into Willie it had been boring as hell, and without the sex, forget about it! Couldn't tell Chubby about that though. I just said, "Fabulous food, Chubby. And the spiked punch I told ya about was good too." He rolled his eyes like..woop-de-doo!. I ate almost nothing with Chubby because I was still full from the party... just wanted to keep him company.

Our evening went as usual, Chubby loosening up as the night went on. He was very nice to me, telling me how lucky he was to have me for a best friend and how much my friendship meant to him. It kind of caught me off guard because he's usually not that...uh, sentimental, I guess is the right word. He didn't hump my leg again tonight... he seems to do that less and less since getting that job, but he did lay with me in the recliner watching baseball on TV and the whole time he bitched about the lack of hitting from the Red Sox lately... so that was more like the Chubby of old. During an advertisement, Chubby twisted his head around and said, "None of us is perfect, Dylan. We all do things we wished we hadn't done, right?" I asked, "Like what?" and Chub said, "Like anything. I mean, hypothetically, if I did something you might think is gross or disgusting... would you stop being my best friend?"

He sounded so wounded just then it scared me. "What's wrong Chubby? Are you in trouble?" He got irritated then and said, "For Christ sake, I ask a perfectly understandable hypothetical fucking question that best friends are probably always asking each other all the time and you throw a fucking fit. There's nothing wrong! What could be wrong? For Christ sake, is that what you think, that I'm doing something wrong? Well, is it?" This was totally bizarre and I yelled back at him, "Are you nuts? Why are you mad at me?" We both had furrowed eyebrows and angry looks on our face. Then I said, "OK Chubby, here it is... I can't think of anything in the world that you could do that would make me not be your best friend. OK?" Chubby said, "That's all you fucking had to say in the first place... you didn't have to start accusing me of doing disgusting stuff."

That job is apparently really getting him down. We were both quiet for about an hour... it seemed like an hour, but was actually closer to three minutes. Chubby mumbles, "Sorry, dude. I don't know why I'm yelling at you." I told him that was alright and I hugged his shoulder. He turned into me more and we had a nice snuggling last three innings watching the Red Sox lose. The top of Chubby's head was level with my nose and I enjoyed his boyish smell... and I enjoyed that his hair was finally growing in some after that horrible haircut that prick-face Ricky had given him with the clippers.

On the way to school the next morning, while smoking our first Marlboro Light together, Chubby says, "You know how much a "billion" is, Dylan?" I said, "A big number... a million, millions, I think." He passed the cigarette to me and says, "Go back one billion seconds and it's the year 1959, and one billion minutes ago Jesus was alive on this here earth, and one billion hours ago the earth was in the stone age." I said, "Get the fuck out of here." Chubby goes, "Ya want to bet?" I go, "No fucking way" and Chubby flicked that cigarette butt completely across the road... then said, "Fucking A, you don't want to bet!". I laughed and Chubby grinned that great grin of his. I love that kid.

The rest of the week following Carl's party was dull compared to the previous couple of weeks. It was our last full week of school this year though, so that's a good thing! I never did call Carl again, mostly because of the ruckus my last phone call to him had caused. I'm doing like he told me and waiting for him to call me. Willie and I talked three times before he flew out to L.A. He'll be gone for three weeks, living with his grandparents and sight-seeing with the movie stars I guess.... as soon as he gets back we're getting together to make-out, and maybe more... that's what Willie said. At school, Robby and I talked every day about the lawn mowing job we'd be doing this summer. Wow, it was fun thinking about being with Robbie everyday, getting sweaty together and all...hahaha. Oh man, is he candy for my eyes.

Thinking about Robby's looks made me realize something... I'd wasted all my early teen years oblivious to the hot looking boys all around me. I'd been ignoring the fantastic looks of boys right next to me... what a waste. Now-a-days though, thanks mostly to Carl, I look at and recognize those boys that possess hot boy-beauty, so hot it can take your breath away. Carl can say boy-pussy so I'm saying "boy-beauty". It was so much fun to just look and dream about maybe doing this or that with some of these cute boys. Of course, doing anything with them is highly unlikely because you have to assume almost every boy I ogled is "straight", not gay. As I said earlier, if you don't know a gay boy, it's wicked hard to find one on your own. Once again, thank God for Carl.

Robbie finally invited me over for another swim on Saturday... well, actually it was Dodger. All three of us were talking at Robbie's locker on Friday and Dodger says, "Can we invite Dylan over for a swim, Robbie?" Robbie was like, "Oh dude, absolutely. Saturday morning... we're definitely all over that". It appears Robbie just never thinks of stuff like inviting guys over on his own... I'd tried before to wangle an invite out of him. No luck that time, but now there's my little buddy Dodger looking out for me.

Dodger and I exchanged smirking looks at the prospect of swimming together tomorrow. It'll be cool. I can get half a stiffy from just looking at either Robbie or Dodger... looking at them together equals a full blown boner. Man, being a gay teen has it's moments.

Most days I was still running my four miles after school and each time I ran I stopped in at the rest area, with my asshole scrubbed of course, but no Tom Delcarman, no Marine in sight. I gotta admit I was disappointed every time he wasn't there. When I woke up Saturday morning, more disappointment... it's raining cats and dogs... not really, it was pouring rain though, which meant no swimming with Robbie and Dodger. Fuck! All my final exams for Junior year were completed and every paper assignment completed and turned in.. I was good with school so the entire day was open in front of me for all the good that would do me because Chubby was working, Carl was in Maine and Willie was on the West coast. I've no idea where Larry is, if I knew I'd probably call him. The thing about being gay and experiencing gay sex is you always want more. I was horny... nothing in the way of gay sex since last Monday at the party.

Wacking off was of course an option and I took that option as soon as Mom left with Tris for the spa. While stroking myself of late it was always Carl I fantasized about... thinking about the way he engulfed me in his body while fucking me with those steady four or five inch humps of his big hips driving that great cock head up and down my boy-pussy. Oh my God, that felt so, so, good. Visualizing that scene in my head got me so hard and I eventually shot off my nice foot long strings of cum, panting and pulling on my rod for all I was worth. It was a pleasant relief, but nothing like the real thing. Once you get a taste of the real thing, especially from someone who knows how to fuck you good like Carl does me, oh boy, nothing else compares. I lay there on my bed slowly stroking my softening cock thinking mostly about Carl still. What would he look like seventy-five pounds lighter. Would I fall in love with him?

Then I thought about my new friend Willie, and that was a snugly and nice thing to think about.. he's so cute and so cool....I loved making-out with that boy. It all made me feel real lucky just then... having met Carl who introduced me to Larry, and from Larry I met Willie. Oh, they are so hot, those three. Wish I could be with Carl, Larry, and Willie right now, just like at the graduation party. That silly concern I had about including spanking in our relationship seemed like a small thing now. Fuck it... spank my ass Carl... but lets get it "on" right after that. And, let's do it right next to Willie too. An hour later I was so bored I jerked off again and thanks to that memory of Carl humping my boy pussy I got off real nice that time too.

Finally something good, a nice surprise! Because of the rainy conditions Chubby got off work at two o'clock and we got to go to a late afternoon movie. Both of us got soaked walking there because we're too cool to use an umbrella or wear a raincoat. It was a soggy time coming home as well, but we had lots of laughs together. Sunday was bright and full of sunshine but I got no call from Robbie inviting me over for a swim on this sunny Sunday... so, that's Ok, after making our special Sunday breakfast Chubby and I did our run. Chubby was in a great mood today, like he use to be everyday. It was a great morning, afternoon and night... awesome. We did it all that evening... the shaving and foot fetish stuff and then jerked off together and I loved every minute. All our days use to be like this. Speaking of days, three more of them and school was out for summer break. Three whole months worth of summer break... that rocks!

Talking with Robbie at lunch the next day, he asked where I got my hair cut. He said he was getting his hair cut short before we started our lawn cutting job... his dad wanted him to get it cut like him and Dodger had theirs' cut... half inch buzz, but Robbie wants a haircut like mine. When I explained that my best friend and I give each other haircuts Robbie asked to come over my place after school on Wednesday so I could cut his hair. Wednesday is the last day of school and we start our lawn care job the next day. I'm thinking..." whoa, Robbie's got great hair"...of course it great, it looks just like mine. hahaha I say, "Sure, Robbie... I'm glad you asked". That made me think... "you dope, Dylan... he comes right out and ask you if he can come to your house. How come you never thought to do that about swimming at his house? Just ask." It seems so easy in retrospect. Walking home after school on Monday I'm thinking... Jeez, giving hot Robbie a haircut with all the extra touching I can sneak in, that's going to be fun.

Well, once I got home I had another thought... I'm not going to be running much this summer so I better take advantage of these last two days. As usual, I scrubbed my ass just in case I saw the Marine, and then off I go. I had water with me because it was hot today. The run was a good one... real good time for the first two miles and then coming up to the rest area trail I spotted some one just going around the bend. Oh man, it has to be Tom. And, just like that, I got all nervous with anticipation. I did a mental check... pubes shaved last night and my ass scrubbed less than forty-five minutes ago. OK, no spanking from Tom because I've taken care of the things he told me to do. I walked up the trail thinking... I bet I can enjoy this whole scene with Tom easier now because I understand that it's normal gay sex play... he plays the dominant part and I stay submissive.. it's fun. I can relax..

Around the last group of trees and, yep!... there he was pulling down his running shorts to take a piss... just like the first time I met him. A smile broke out on my face, thinking... Hey, it's been a week since my last gay fun at Carl's party, I'm horny... and I bet Tom can take care of that for me. This really is going to be fun. I stayed in place waiting his instructions... it's simple once you know the rules, once you know how to play the game. Best to have a serious look on my face. Tom doesn't suffer fools easily... then I chuckled to myself thinking, "whatever the fuck that means". I stood up straight with my hands at my side, shoulders back. God damn it, I was starting to get a stiffy already. Adjusting my package a little just when the Marine looked up, his piss just now beginning. "Where ya been, Dylan?" he asked casually. Hard to believe, but he was making me nervous again with those cloudy blue eyes staring right into my eyes.

Gulping, I said, "Um, what do you mean?" Tom's pale yellow piss stream was tentative now, as he snapped, "Never mind...get over here right now". What was this, something new? But I hustled right over. He nodded to his big penis and said, "Put that in your mouth" ... it was still slightly peeing when I took it in my fingers. "Bend down and put it in your mouth!" When I bent down slightly, hesitating, he got a killer hold on the back of my neck and pulled my face right into his bush, rubbing my face around in the wiry hairs... I could smell his piss stream. Pulling my head back a couple of inches and taking his penis from my fingers, he pushed it against my lips. "Open, Dylan" and of course I did... he hypnotizes me or something.

Once that big fat cock head was in my mouth he let loose a relaxed, long, strong stream of pee saying, "Swallow it" and I did for a while, except the same thing happened that happened with his cum... it was a hiccup that did me in this time, that one little "hic" allowed pee to be sucked up my sinuses and out it came through both my nostrils. A lot of pee was streaming down my chin and on down the outside of my neck, rolling onto my T shirt. It was just light yellow colored pee, like I said...but light or not, it still smelled like you'd expect pee to smell. Tasted like pee smells too. More pee flowed from his penis and I coughed, then inhaled more up my sinuses and out my nostrils, same deal all over again. It burned and I was gasping for air and splattering Tom's pee all over myself. His strong grip on my neck kept me right there level with his crotch. When he finally ran out of pee my face and the front of my neck and chest were pretty much drenched and dripping.

"Ok, now over here to the bench and suck me off. Last time you did it the way you liked and this time you'll do it the way I like ... deep throat." He walked me in the direction of the bench still bending me over with the grip on the back of my neck. I tried to tell him that I had to pee too, but I was busy getting oxygen into my lungs. Finally I grunted out, "Please Tom, I need to pee." He said, "Damn it, Dylan, why didn't you say so when we were over there?" He dragged me back over to the tree and while I was still bent over he used his other hand to wipe my face and neck with the little towel he always has with him. He got the wet pee mostly off me, but there was still plenty of pee dampness left behind.

Letting go of my neck he got his wrist under my chin, then his forearm, and jerked me upright. "Pull down your pants and pee" he said in a conversational voice.

His actions seemed like he was mad at me, but his voice sounded like he wasn't mad at anything. As I struggled to get my running shorts down he raised his forearm under my chin so I had to get up on my tip toes like the other times. His face was next to mine and it scratched my cheek with his whiskers... he didn't seem to mind the pee on my face. I swear to God it felt like he was kissing the side of my head... I think he was. My pee came gushing out... I really had to go. When my pee stream began running out he pulled down the back of my shorts and pushed his finger way up my asshole.

Stars twirled around inside my head. That finger had no lube, not even spit, and it hurt. "All done, Dylan?" he asked in this friendly, concerned voice. "I missed you, ya know". My senses were all over the place... he seems so nice, but was being so rough. Then he bent his head down to suck on my neck under my jaw... it felt good like it feels good in the beginning of getting a hickey. Later... not so good. Tom wasn't doing a hickey though, just wanted to suck on my neck a little. When my pee stream dried up and I shook off the last few drops he used that finger up my ass to pull and guide me over to the bench... just like he did it last time. And, just like last time, somewhere along the way I got a painfully hard boner and I stroked it while moaning softly.

Sitting on the bench he said, in a pleasant conspiratorial voice, as if we were both in this agreeably together.. "Bet you missed this, didn't you" and he rubbed his mostly soft penis around my pee stained face. I was in a fog and said nothing. Tom said, "OK, Dylan.. you can suck it". I got on my knees and sat back on my ankles... then, leaning forward I took hold of it like I was in a trance and sucked the head for a minute. It is a very nice cock.

Then, getting with it, I began lapping it from nuts to head and then sucking some more while it was getting longer and harder. Tom grunted at one point, then... cupping the back of my head he pulled me forward even more so that there was a straighter avenue down my throat and forced his bone hard penis into my throat.

All those familiar panicky feelings occurred in my head just like last time, but just the same, after two minutes of extreme discomfort for me, he was fucking my mouth and throat rather easily. This is never going to be pleasant for me it seems, but on the other hand I was stroking my boner with each penetration of my throat. This is total dominance on Tom's part... hard to be more dominant then he was being without the use of restraints I wuold think, but then... what do I know. It felt good to stroke my cock and I was just able to get enough oxygen in me around his boner to survive so, not too bad. I wasn't getting near my climax when Tom pulled out and did a quiet, "Ohhh fuck....". I looked up and he was biting his lower lip and doing short rapid breaths. Finally he wheezed out, "You're a very hot guy".

It's pathetic but I love when he gives me any kind of compliment and I nodded my head like a dork. He says, "OK, stand up, turn around and bend over to grab the bench". Just like that he spread my ass cheeks and I had a scary thought he was going to try to fuck me with that huge lubeless, cock of his, but no... I felt his tongue on my buttocks. He licked there for a while, it felt weird more than it felt sexy. Then a lap from just under my balls all the way up my crack.. then again and again. My softening penis began firming up. Tom started lapping over my hole, then on my hole and finally, totally unbelievably, his tongue went into my hole. Licking and lapping and then sucking kisses on my asshole... precum drooled out of my boner and saliva rolled off my pee-stained chin as I continuously wet my lips.

Strange garbled noises in my throat. How could this be erotic? I don't know, but it was erotic... really erotic, really sensual. His rimming had be squirming and moaning like mad. It was almost too much sensation for the brain to process... his tongue was inside my asshole ... it felt so good my face was scrunched up and I wanted to stroke my boner real bad, but Tom chose that moment to reinsert his finger up my hole and pulling on it he said, "Come on Dylan, we better get inside the lavatory for this next trick". Up on my toes, he fast walked me with me half bent over right into the lavatory, then through the little foyer to the toilets area.

Over against a sink and Tom says, "Suck my cock first to get it real slippery". I turned around and still bent over I took his boner and sucked the head till it was dripping with my spit. He turned me around again and when I felt Tom take hold of my hips with both hands I instinctively grabbed hold of the sink... I knew now, this was it. I was getting fucked. Gritting my teeth against the coming pain as he pressed the fat head of his cock against my hole, increasing the pressure little by little until the head forced it's way inside me. It took a great effort on my part not to scream like a little girl... instead I groaned and whimpered and begged, "Please Tom... it's too big for me. Please..." He pushed in little by little till about two inches of that eight inch fat boner was in my boy pussy. It was never anything other than extremely painful.

Tom pulled it out two inches and in two inches... he did it twice, then pulled out all together, grabbed the back of my neck again and pulling me around said, "OK that's all of that for this time... just wanted you to feel it. Finish sucking me off now. Just stay bent over and finish me like that... it'll be easier to take my cock down your throat this way." I was still in a daze, I felt totally beat-up and abused. My cock had gotten limp again, but what could I do? I'd come this far so I put his hard cock in my mouth and was shocked to taste that acrid shit-taste from my hole. I thought... hey, I cleaned that. But, of course, I didn't clean two inches up my hole.

It took half a minute to suck off the shit taste and by then he was deep throating me with smooth thrust of his hips and shortly after that my boner came back up and against all odds, two minutes later I had one of the hardest shot of cum I'd ever had. Black dots flooded inside my head and I'd certainly never scream like a little girl myself, but there was a little girl in the lavatory with us because I heard her squealing as cum poured out of my stiff iron hard boner. I kept tightening my ass and stomach muscles trying to get more cum up out of my nuts... oh my God it was awesome. A minute after I'd shot my last dribble I still had an enormous load of sensations all through my body... big goose bumps and chills.. My body shuddered and my toes curled.

The Marine climaxed in my mouth right about then and in fifteen seconds cum was blowing out my nostrils again. During his climax and my subsequent efforts to clear my sinuses I never stopped stroking my cock. It was such an erotic feeling to be involved in this completely dominated sexual experience with Tom... I had no explanation to offer myself... what had seemed, at times, like a nightmare when I was going through it was now incredibly sexy for me. Tom had pulled his cock out and was stroking it, saying quietly, "Oh God, Dylan... that was hot, dude. Wasn't it?"

Odd that he didn't seem to think I'd be pissed off at him for bullying me like he had. And then I realized I wasn't pissed off at him which is another odd thing.

Tom went to the sink, ran water to clean the finger that he'd had up my hole and then he wet his towel and began wiping my face, all the time talking in this friendly voice like "wasn't this the greatest".... like "the two of us really pulled off a hot time, didn't we". I stood there, still in a daze, as he cleaned me up. "Take off your T shirt and I'll rinse out the piss, Dylan. In this heat it'll dry quickly?"

Then, looking at me, he steps back and asked, "What's wrong, you look confused?" I told him I didn't like the way he treated me today. Tom got a friendly look on his face and said in a light manner, "you're jerking me around, right? I saw the cum fly out of your cock... looked like it was pressurized... I heard your moans of pleasure... the way you squealed. Is this a joke of some kind?" It was obvious he was sincere about this. He pantomimed me lifting my arms up and when I did it, almost without thinking, he pulled my T shirt off over my head and washed the pee out in the sink. Then wringing it as dry as he could get it he said, "Come on, Dylan. Tell me you're kidding me" and when I pouted, which I'm good at doing, he said, "OK, we need to talk".

Outside he spread my T shirt on the bench in the sun and we stood there talking. I bitched about him pissing in my mouth and he said he hadn't planned on it... just had a hunch I'd go for it, but if I didn't like it why didn't I use our code word and say "No!".

He was surprised I'd never tried water sports with my boyfriend. Tom said he personally could take them or leave them.. then he asked, "you do have a boyfriend, right?"... I nodded that I do and it was weird because that's the first time I thought of Carl as my boyfriend, but I think he is. It's stupid of me, but I'll have to ask Carl if he is my boyfriend.

We talked about Tom's rough behavior and how he thought that's what I liked. It appeared to him the rougher he is with me the more turned on I seem to be.

Before we were done I had to admit to him I'd rarely cum as hard as I did today. I also admitted to him and myself I did like him and I guess I trusted him OK too...sort of, and, yes, the rimming was so hot I almost lost my load while he was doing it. And before we were done he had his arm around my shoulders and I had my arms around his waist sort of hugging. He said he wanted to tell me a bit about him. He'd met his civilian wife at a Marine training facility, they fell in love, she got pregnant, and they married. He loved her and he loved their year old daughter and he expected to spend the rest of his life married to his wife and he expected that they'd raise a large family together.

He added that he also has this itch for male sex play every once in a while too. Ninety-five percent of the time he loved and was totally satisfied with heterosexual relations, exclusively with his wife... but, the other five percent of the time he yearned and needed to be a dominant partner in homosexual relations with someone around his own age... he's twenty-one. He told me I was the fifth submissive partner he'd had sex with since he was sixteen years old and he liked me the best of them all. I thought to myself that he probably told the other four the same thing.

I then felt I should explain how I was new to gay sex and just learning about being submissive. Then I told him about my schedule in the summer... how I wouldn't be running because I'd be working. Tom gave me his work email address and told me two things... one, the next time we got together he was going to fuck me, and two... I'd have to email him to arrange it and I'd need to bring the condom to show him I really did want him to fuck me. He had pushed just the head of his boner in me today so I'd have an idea what I was in for. He said if I wanted him to fuck me that would be excellent, but once he started he was finishing and no amount of crying or begging would get him to stop until he climaxed. All this was to let me know what to expect.

We'd talked ourselves out and, while I didn't tell him this... I was positive I'd never be emailing him, the two of us were done. His cock was too big for me and I didn't feel the same degree of attraction towards him I'd initially felt. It's kind of ironic that just when he loosens-up and tells me about himself and acts friendly towards me I decide to call it quits with him. I stared at him a second wondering if I'd ever see that face again... probably not.

We were ready to continue our runs and, with a sly grin, he asked me if I needed that smack on my ass to get me started running again. For old time sake I said "Sure, Tom..let's do it". It was my way of secretly saying goodbye. He actually chuckled knowingly as he wrapped his left arm around the front of my belly holding me in place. Then he wound up and smacked my ass so hard with his right hand I saw red flashes in my head. With that smack I wanted to take off running, but couldn't because he held me there with his arm. My legs were moving as the second loud "smack!" was heard and then, with my ass cheeks on fire, he let me go and I took off running like a bat out of hell... feeling like a complete fool.

Damn! Wearing only those nylon running shorts the smacks might as well have been on my bare ass. All I could think of as my buttocks were stinging and burning was "why the fuck did I say yes to the smacks?" Whatever the reason it was "bye bye' to my dominant-Marine adventure. Tom has found five of us gay submissive boys in what?... five or six years? We're rare birds alright. Good luck to him finding number six.

The rest of the run was a little bit uneven because my hole was sore from Tom's huge organ opening me up too much back there... even two inches of that monster penis was too much for me. The stinging ass cheeks mellowed out before I got home. It was a very hot day and I noticed Mom had the window air conditioning unit running so inside was nice and cool. I heard Mom getting ready for work in her bedroom as I got a cold drink, and while I was drinking it I thought about how I'd actually survived the Marine experience and probably had learned some things along the way that will be more apparent to me later... maybe. After finishing the bottle of Apple Snapple I pulled my still damp T shirt off and sniffed it. One word came into my head... pee. Ugh!

Holding my T shirt and looking at myself in the big mirror over our sofa I thought... hey man, nice body, dude! I liked the way I looked even though I was definitely on the slim side... being five foot, ten inches tall made me look even thinner. The Marine had said, way back at our first time together that I had nice "guns". He meant my biceps and they did have nice definition even though I've never lifted weights.

Hey, maybe I'll start lifting and... Before I could finish that thought my Mom walked into the living room and said, "Dylan darling, Hi! Oh my, you look so much like your Daddy. Same exact body build and you have his beautiful hair and eyes too." I said, "Oh Mom! Don't bring him up".

She walked over and quietly repeated what she'd told me before about my father. That he didn't even know I was alive. She'd been desperately in love with him when she was my age, seventeen, and he was barely a year older. She'd been lax about taking the "pill"...so, she conceived me, but my "Daddy" was a fun loving party boy and terribly irresponsible. He wouldn't make a good husband or father so she did what she thought was best for both of us and told him she'd had an abortion. He's joined the Navy by then anyway and she purposely didn't answer his letters. The letters became fewer and fewer until they stopped completely. Mom never saw him again. When she was done, I said..."Ah Mom, I believe you mentioned all that to me about..oh, a million times" and she said she didn't want me to think bad things about him... that's all. "He was a beautiful, sweet boy, Dylan... just like you are".

There really wasn't any point to continuing that conversation so I said nothing... just flipped the tee shirt around some and tried to think of something else to say. Mom had a real concerned look on her face when she asked, "Are you happy, Dylan? Seventeen is a difficult age to live in." I told her, "I'm happy enough. What, you want me to dance or do something like tell jokes all the time?" She shook her head and smiled, then kissed my cheek and gasped, "Sweetheart, take a shower. Ya didn't pee your pants did ya?" I said, "Mooooom!" She was laughing as she went out the front door to meet Tris. I heard her greet Tris and then say something about teenage boys surely ain't nothing like teenage girls. I smelled my arm thinking "I guess I'm use to Tom's pee smell by now".

Recently I've been taking baths and then rinsing off under the shower afterward. Our shower is part of our bathtub. The bath is nice to lull in and think about things. I knew in my heart that I was done with Tom. The previous time I saw him he spanked me something awful and now this time, making me swallow his piss and all that other stuff... enough already! The piss thing would have been worse except for one of Chubby's "factoids" last year. He told me that urine is sterile. That was one of the last times I challenged one of his factoids. I bet him a month's worth of going to Dunkin Donuts for coffees on Sunday that piss was not sterile, that it was waste material from our bodies and full of germs. Now I know that it is sterile... hard to believe, but true. So, knowing that, swallowing Tom's pee hadn't freaked me out on that score, at least.

It's not that I have bad feelings for Tom particularly, it's just that I don't really enjoy the level of dominance that he projects. Carl's recent form of dominant behavior was enough dominance for me... much better for my level of submissiveness. The Marine's was too much, it's that simple... he's too much of everything actually. It's funny how things happen, if I had run into the Marine before running into Carl I never would have stayed to be bullied by Tom in the first place. Carl had brought be "out" and I was looking for more sexual experiences at the time.

The Marine was exciting as hell back then, but in the end I much prefer Carl. Ironically, at first I thought Carl was a dweeb and I looked down my nose at him. A couple months later and now he's sort of my hero... I look up to him, not down on him. As a matter of fact I wish he were here right now.

Then I thought about more current affairs... like Robbie coming over after school tomorrow for a haircut. Hot shit! And I thought about tomorrow being the last day of school this year. Yahoo! Then I thought, how bizarre it is that Chubby brought his new friend, Ricky, who got him the job washing windows home for a haircut that time and now, without thinking of that Ricky... I'd be bringing Robbie, who got me my summer job, home for a haircut too. Oh my God, quite a coincidence. What the hell, I can't wait to get to do all that touching that giving a proper haircut entails. I wonder if Robbie will respond in some positive way to me. Nine out of ten boys is straight, that's a fact... but there's still that "one" out of ten. Why not Robbie? Or Chubby, even better.

to be continued.... two weeks for Part 5

Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com

HEY GUYS. I HAVEN"T HEARD FROM VERY MANY OF MY OLD "OLIVER" READERS LATELY SO I'M WONDERING IF MANY OF YOU EVEN TRIED "DYLAN" AND IF YOU DID HOW DO YOU THINK IT COMPARES TO OLIVER'S SAGA. I'D REALLY LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.... DON'T WORRY, I CAN TAKE IT IF IT'S NOT GOOD.

DONNY

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