DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 26
by Donny Mumford
I answer Robby's cell phone call with trepidation, and a question, "Robby, is that you?" Maybe I'm hoping it's Dodger, I'm not sure. "Dylan, why would you ask if it's me. You have caller ID, don't ya?" It's Robby alright, and he's trying to sound "in charge", but it comes up short compared to Willie. Hearing his voice gets my stupid heart beating rapidly, like a humming bird's heart. Okay, I'm nervous as hell and all of a sudden I've got a humongous guilty conscience hanging over my head. I shakily say, "Well, I asked if it was you because Dodger told me he stole your cell phone and he answered it when I called you yesterday, so I wasn't sure." Than I quickly add, "But I'm glad it's you." I almost add "I love you" but something makes it stick in my throat, probably that aforementioned guilty conscience. My mind is all over the place, as I'm thinking, "Was that yesterday I talked with Dodger? It seems like a long time ago." Robby goes, "You sound funny, Dylan, and what do you mean Dodger stole my phone?" I take a big breathe trying to calm down, and mutter, "That's what he told me." Robby's pissed, "That little thief told me he found it under my bed, and he did not mention that you called." I'm nervous and excited talking with Robby; his voice is very nice to hear, and hearing him actually is now helping me calm down a little. And that loving feelings for him is sneaking back into my heart very quickly too. How could I ever contemplate not being with Robby? Well, that was only a fleeting though anyway, leaving him is not debatable, it'd be insanity to do that! Then I have a crazy thought; Robby's voice doesn't sound as much like Willie's as I thought it did; not when I'm able to hear them both in a short period of time. He says, "I can't help wondering why you haven't call me recently. I've had my cell phone back from that little thief, Dodger, for twenty-four hours now, but no call from you." Defensively, I say, "Why didn't you call me until now if you've had your phone that long," and I feel petty saying that. Then I remembered something else, "And Dodger tried to find you yesterday when I talked to him. He said you were in that asshole Dean Bender's room." Robby sounds confused, "Asshole Dean Bender? Why did Dodger bring him up? And Dean isn't an asshole, he's a good kid. Oh no, you're not jealous, are you?" I mutter, "No, it's not that, but, ya know, I just wondered, um, ah..." Robby's emphatic, "Dean's not gay!" then he amends that to, "I don't think he is. He spends most of his time talking with his girlfriend back home. Just about the only thing we have in common is that he plays shortstop for his college team, and I play second base for mine... and we're both freshman. Other than that, we're quite different. Baseball is what we have in common. Any sex I've had comes compliments of Dodger. But you say that Dodger has the feeling Dean might be gay, huh? Hmmm, he's usually pretty good with his gaydar, but he didn't say anything to me about Dean being gay." Robby sounds interested in that possibility, even encouraged. He says, "Anyway, don't be jealous of Dean, we haven't done a single thing that's remotely sexy, although now that I think back he is full of compliments for me, and he's one of those touchy/feely types too. He says I should be a male model, if you can picture that." I can easily picture that, I go, "Well you could be one. You're the perfect all-American boy." He chuckles nervously, muttering, "Yeah, you have mentioned that to me... um, thanks. Anyway, as I started to say, even though Dodger and I are very competitive with each other, and have lots of arguments, it doesn't last. An hour after we fight we're just as likely to be doing the nasty together. He's my only relief in that regard; how 'bout you?" I go, "Huh, what's that? So you're saying Dodger thinks Dean's gay, huh?"
Thankfully Robby bites on the change of subject. "Christ, even if he were gay, I probably wouldn't be interested. Maybe he's bi, for all I know. Do you think I should ask him?" I go, "That would be a big fat "NO!" Robby says, "I like that you're jealous. Anyway, all I think about, and I think about it all the time, is you. We're flying out tonight. Why we have to fly at night, I have no idea, but we'll get in early tomorrow morning. Then I have baseball practice in the afternoon, but I don't care how tired I am... tomorrow night when you get back we're going out in my pickup and recreate one of our famous pickup fucks. I hope your rear-end is ready for me because I'm going to be making-up for missing you this past week. I'm going to make you squeal before I'm done with you. I love you more than ever. You know what they say, 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder', and that really holds true for me where you're concerned. No lube either, haha, and a good hard spanking for you, just in case you strayed more than you've said; ya know, with what's-his-name. You haven't have you?" That's a long speech for Robby. I ignore his question, and say, "Show me no mercy, Robby. I can hardly wait until tomorrow night. We'll park behind the Loop among the big trucks, and then you're in charge." Robby goes, "You know it, Dylan! I'm taking this dominant thing seriously, and I can't wait to correct that haircut you told me about. I'm going to be making all our decisions from now on!" Then quietly, he adds, "That's what you want, right?" Oh God, what am I going to do now? I'm still under Willie's influence, but my heart is aching for Robby too, and he's being so cute with the dominant talk. Of course, he always has to follow it up by asking if it's okay with me, which kinda ruins it. But, oh man, I love him so much. I can't drop him, but I don't want to drop Willie either. Dammit, I'm right back where I was two years or so ago, when I had that dilemma of who to choose, Robby or Willie? Back then they both agreed that I could have a boyfriend on the side; of course, they both assumed the other was the the "side" one. This situation sucks so bad on the one hand, but is an embarrassment of riches for me on the other.
This dilemma is much worse than it was two years ago though and that's because now both of them are insisting I be true to only them. And, my new haircut... how can I explain that to Robby. I already told him about the first one, the flattop Willie made me get before we left. In an earlier phone call I told Robby it was my idea to get a flattop because I'm going to be in the hot weather of Key West. That worked okay, but now... how to explain this extreme haircuts that Willie made me get? Oh man, I'm fucked; no pun intended. And, oh my God, Willie's going to be renting a motel room in North Andover for us at least once a week. I'm so sure Robby's going to go along with that...NOT! Plus, I promised Willie I'd spend weekends with him too. What a mess I've made of things, but both Robby and Willie are so irresistible and they both love me; it's hard for me to resist. My hearts beating fast again because I'm scared. This is going to get ugly before it's resolved; and, there is no resolution, really. Someone's going to be hurt in their heart and it's my fault. As I'm pondering the shit storm I've caused, Robby's been telling me what he and Dodger did this morning in bed, but all I hear is the last part, "And all the time I kept my eyes closed and pretended it was you, Dylan. Wow, did I have a great climax! Haha. And tomorrow you're going to be the one under me for real, and your ass is gonna be so sore when I'm done with it. It'll be great, Dylan." I try to cover-up my nervous condition by sounded as excited as Robby, "Awesome, Robby, I really need you to do me hard, dude." He gets serious now, and asks, "What's wrong with you, you still don't sound like yourself!" I try talking in what I hope is my regular voice, but it's shaky, "What do ya mean, I don't sound like myself? I'm fine, I'm good. I can't wait for tomorrow." He doesn't sound convinced, "What have you been up to? You'll need to confess to me sooner or later so you might as well start now!" I feel like shit, as I say, "I'm sorry, Robby, but I haven't been completely faithful. I couldn't help myself. Willie's so persuasive and I'm missing you, and all." It feels a little better being partly honest with Robby. He quietly says, "Oh, Dylan, goddamn you! Okay, tell me, I can take it." I say, "Can't I wait until I see you? It's hard confessing over the phone. You can't see me now, and I want you to see how sorry I am." I'm thinking he'll take pity if I'm looking pitiful, like I feel.
There's no response from Robby, so I say, "Please, Robby," and, sounding really pissed, he says, "Don't pull that sad sack shit on me, I know you too well. What'd ya do?" I mumble, "Um, well, Willie's done me a couple of times, I guess. I was missing you." He sighs, then says, "Good grief, Dylan, I can't let you out of my sight. You're incorrigible. What else?" How much should I tell him? This latest haircut seems safer than mentioning more sex, so I lie to cushion the blow of when he sees my haircut, "I lost a bet with Willie and had to get scalped." Robby's like, "What do you mean "scalped?" Real low, I say, "My hair is only an eight of an inch long now." I kept lowering my voice so it was inaudible by the time I finished the sentence. He asks, "What?" So I come right out with it, and say, "My hair is wicked short; it's only an eight of an inch, but my hair grows fast so I'll need a haircut pretty soon from you." As I say it I remember Willie insisting I keep getting it cut like this. Oh fuck me! Robby says, "An eight of an inch? That's sick!" I mumble, "It's kind of cool, actually. I think you'll like it; hope so anyway." He's sounding depressed, asking, "Is there anything else?" I take a deep breathe, and timidly ask, "Can we discuss your insistence that I need to be a hundred percent true to only you? You and I agreed on a bit of an open relationship a little while ago, and I don't know why you're now going back on that, and I kinda think Willie, you know, has a little crush on me or something... and, um, I don't want to hurt his feelings." Robby is mad now, "You don't want to hurt that prick's feelings, but you don't mind hurting mind, do ya?"
This is painful, and I deserve it. I suck! "Robby, please be opened-minded about this. I love you like no one else, but we're only nineteen years old. We both need to experiment a little," than quickly add, "While we continue to remain in love with each other, of course." He's down in the dumps, saying, "I don't want to talk anymore. I feel like crying." I say, "No, Robby, don't hang-up, don't cry." Oh my God, when he hears it all I better have a box of Kleenex with me. I quietly whine, "We need to talk in person, that's all. I'm so sorry I disappointed you and I hate myself for it, but I have no will power. You can help me with that, can't ya? I know it might take a little time though, ya know? Please." He says, "I like it when you beg, and you're a good beggar too; ya big phony. You always get what you want anyway, so I'm sure you'll get what you want this time too. You're lucky I don't drop you, but I know I can't do that either. I love you so much you scramble my brain. You're awful, but I love you anyhow. Everybody does, including my brother. Damn, I had to fall in love with you. Just walk all over me, Dylan... I can't do anything about it 'cause you've taken possession of my heart; you own it." I go, "You're making me feel terrible, Robby, but I admit that I deserve to feel terrible. I do love you so, and I am sincerely sorry. I just have no will power." Then to butter him up, I add, "Like you have, you have great will power." Robby won't touch that topic so maybe he isn't as faithful as he claims. Now it's his turn to change the subject. He says, "I memorized a song for you. I'm going to sing it to you in the pickup our first night back together." That makes me remember when Robby sang a song to me on the train ride, during our senior class trip. So fuckin' sweet it made me cry. I ask, "You've got a song for me?" He goes, "Yes, it's a country song. That's mostly what ya hear on the radio in Arizona, but it's a perfect song from me to you." I'm touched really, and choke-up a little. I've been horribly unfaithful, and cowardly too because I'm not telling Robby most of it. Oh man, while I'm having the sexiest time of my life being submissive to Willie, Robby's spent his time memorizing a song to sing to me. God, I suck! Robby says, "I'm mad at you, Dylan. No sense in hiding it, I'm mad and more jealous than I've ever been in my life and I'm going to make you pay for your alley-cat existence, but I can't live without you; I can't stop loving you either. You don't deserve me, to be honest with you." Oh my God, he's giving me the biggest guilty trip I've ever been on, and I've been on a few. All I can do is mutter, "I'm sorry, Robby. I couldn't help myself; I have no...." He interrupts, saying, "Yeah, yeah, I know, you've got no will power; as if that makes it okay. I get the no-will-power thing, you've said it enough. I'm so pissed and disappointed in you, but I'll need to get over it and forgive you because I've got no other option. You own my heart, period."
I'm taking a well deserved beating here, and unfortunately he don't know the half of it yet. Willie's dominant influence is on me hot and heavy, and I want more. Even when I'm back at school I don't know how much of Willie's dominance I can get out from under because I'm such a willing part of it. I've got a, um, a submissive fetish around Willie... that's what it is. I know now that Robby's too important to me to do without him, so something's got to give. Because of me everyone's going to be pissed at me in the end. It's my fault, I own the blame, but everything is different now. I can't be exclusively Willie's "boy", although it's tons of sexy fun being submissive to him... and I can't be exclusively Robby's either because I'm back lovin' the dominant Willie ways. All I know is I feel extremely sexy when he's dominating me, and that includes not only when we're having sex, but all the time. Willie's uncovered my secret desires, ones I didn't even know I had. Not that that should surprise me considering I didn't even know I was gay until I was seventeen... what an idiot I am. Willie knows how to be dominant with me in ways that get me squirming with desire for him, and I crave it even now as I'm on the phone with Robby. Willie's 'turned' me to his way of thinking, as I mentioned before. He makes my dick move from almost everything he does and I don't want to let that go; I mean, not for a little while. So, like I said, everyone's going to be pissed in the end. Robby was talking in a flat voice, saying he doesn't want to talk about our relationship anymore today. Instead he's describing how bored he is on the trip. He finishes with, "The Grand Canyon is a two day trip at most. After that there's not much to do, and it's hot as hell here. Too hot for the pool half the time." I sure don't want to confess anything else right now anyway, so Robby changing the subject is fine with me.
I glance back to check on Willie, and see he's still texting his new acquaintances, the ones who are going to Cornell this fall with him. He does that a lot. That's kind of rude, now that I think about it. Oh well, when he's giving me his attention it's usually awesome attention. Playing with myself, as I'm thinking about that, I wait for Robby to finish his plans for the flight home, then say, "Robby, you're totally right to be pissed at me and whatever you feel I deserve I'll go along with because I love you just as much as I ever did. Now, can we tell each other we love one another, and promise to workout the touchy stuff together later; kiss away the differences. Please!" He exhales an exasperated breathe, and says, "I've no choice, like I already told you, but if you ever give me any shit about the time I spend away from you at baseball practice, or at my baseball meetings, or baseball games I'm going to hit you over the head with something." I meekly say, "I promise not to ever complain again," feeling that I'm getting off pretty easy, considering. Of course, like I said, he don't know the half of it and I should prepare him a little bit for the rest. So I timidly add, "I want to come clean with you, Robby, but I'll tell you the rest when I see you. Okay?" He yells, "THE REST! What else have you been doing?" I go, "It's just that Willie mentioned something about coming up to Merrimack once in a while, and I sort of said I'd stay with him some night for old times sake, that's all." Robby's screaming, "That's all? Oh my God, what's happened to you." I'm proud of myself for at least confessing this much, and the more Robby thinks about it all, the madder he'll get 'cause that's the way he does it, then he'll eventually accept it begrudgingly. Still, it's out in the open now, at least. It'll be awkward for sure, but I can't go totally back on my word to Willie. And I would like to see him, but I'll compromise with the weekend sleep overs at his house. Not every weekend fer sure.
Robby's doing some heavy breathing, probably pissed off all over again, so I say, "Robby, we worked through this two years ago when we were immature, now we're more mature so we should be able to deal with it again. Maybe it's a passing thing, who knows about things of the heart, maybe I have temporary insanity and you'll bring me to my senses. You wouldn't want me to do this behind your back, would you?" He sounds defeated for the moment, muttering, "You already did it behind my back all week with that rich kid." Finally I can be totally honest here, I go, "It wasn't all week, don't think that! Maybe two days." I'm trying for indignant, but falling miserably short of that, getting only up to a loud whine. Robby goes, "You're partially right about one thing, one of us has matured the last two years. I guess I kind of admire you for confessing to me. That was at least something, and tells me you still care about me, and love me. You do, don't you?" I say, "From my heart, I love you Robby. I'll always love you." I can just see him shaking his cute head, pissed, but he loves to hear me say "I love you" to him. His last volley is a familiar one, "I think you do love me, but you'll never love me as much as I love you. Guess I'll just need to accept that, but if Worthington thinks he can steal my boyfriend, he better think again. What a snake he is to buy your affection with all those expensive gifts and high class trips. He'll need more than that when I put my mind to something." Robby's running out of gas, I can tell. I say, "Robby, I love you more than anyone, and again I'm so sorry for straying, but between you and me we'll make it work. It'll make our relationship stronger." That sounded pretty good to me. Robby though, not so much. He mutters, "What bullshit." Then he says, "You let me down, Dylan, but I find I still love you so I'm going through with my plans for our first night back in the pickup, but I'm rethinking the spanking part I had planned. I'm gonna need to go medieval on your ass fer sure." I mumble, "God help me. I love you too, Robby." We finally hangup, with me thinking, "That went pretty well. Especially that "medieval" line from "Pulp Fiction"; what a classic movie from the distant past. Okay, like I said, it's a start. And now there's Willie to deal with. I bet it won't go this easy with Willie.
Robby agreed to disagree for now, we told each other we love each other and that we'll have lots more discussion about this dicey situation when we get together. That should be a blast... not! But for now it's a beginning and if Robby stays true to form, he won't want to talk about it . Gotta start someplace to ease my conscience a little, and that was a damn good start. My ear's all sweaty from holding my cell phone against it. Something else is going to be all sweaty too when Robby gets me in the pickup tomorrow night. I gotta buy him a present, he loves presents. I'm slowly walking through the sand, back to where Willie's sitting. He looks up and smiles sweetly, asking, "What's ya been up to, baby?" I almost broach the subject of Robby, but Willie scares me, so I don't. I chicken-out, telling myself I'm going to tell him about Robby and me, that I'm still in love with Robby, but that I love with him too, although I'm not really sure if that's at all true, and that we, Willie and me, need to work something out because of my love of my boyfriend, Robby. Saying "I love you too", to Willie, seems vital if I hope to work it so I can see him and Robby. Willie will latch onto that and something might work out. Yeah, I think it can work. I'll tell him later though. That'll be fun... NOT! I'll probably end-up not being able to walk after he spanks my ass raw. And, I deserve it too. I suck. I'm back in my beach chair, looking at Willie as I smoke a cigarette and chew on a fingernail while admitting to myself that I'm not "all in" with Willie at all... not the way I thought I was. But I'm not "all out" either. Willie gives me a different kind of thrill than anyone else. Deep in my heart I wish Robby could do it, but he's basically too nice a person to act as self-centered as Willie can get. I think you must have a lot of self-centeredness in you to be real dominant like Willie is. I'm real submissive, with no will power, but at the same time my actions indicate I'm self-centered too. I can't turn down any pleasurable sex, and while I'm not proud of it, there it is. The evidence says I'm always trying to please myself. I never thought of it like this before and I don't feel good about it. Maybe I can convince myself that my problem is strictly caused by my lack of will-power, and I'm not actually self-centered after all. That should be fun. I wish I had Chubby's ability to rationalize things; he's the best at that. I've picked-up some of it from Chub, but I'll never master it like he has. Now I'm thinking about Chubby, who I love deeply, but differently than Willie and Robby. Well, I love Willie and Robby differently too. Chubby's my gold standard of love, although sexually it's rarely fulfilled. Anything I get from Chubby I cherish.
Then I remember I promised to sleep with Chubby my first night back. He made it seem like he was doing it as a favor to me, but I can tell he misses me and he wants to sleep with me. Which is awesome, but after Robby's done with me in his pickup truck, what's going to be left for Chubby. Well, actually that probably won't be that big a problem because if Chubby and I do anything sexy, it'll be him fucking me while pretending he's doing me another favor; and that's a big long shot to start with. Yeah, but if the long-shot happens, I might have no spunk left for Chubby's fuck. Hmmm, not a bad problem to have. And then I'm disgusted with myself; all I think about is boys fucking me. A little over-sexed? Please, how about a male nymphomaniac; that's closer to the truth, and that makes me feel worse. I deserve to feel bad. Oh man, I'm really beating myself up. I need Willie to tell me a compliment before I get down on myself even more. And, getting down on myself won't solve anything, not even my conscience. Anyway, like I always say, if I'm not hurting anyone, including myself, what's the harm. Yeah, except I've already hurt Robby, who I'm loving more and more every second since I talked with him. And Willie's gonna be hurt too, so I am hurting people. And, I'm not feeling too good about myself; so what I always say isn't applicable here. I better concentrate on the other thing I always say, which is: it's not my fault I was born craving sex. Except, the thing that's wrong with that is: I didn't have a single sexual experience until I was seventeen years old, so maybe I wasn't born craving sex. Well what then? It's that fat fuck, Carl Denton's, fault. He took advantage of my innocence and brought out my gayness too abruptly, which set me off on this wild ride the past three years. Actually, there might be some truth to that. But mostly it's me, I need some self control. I've routinely used my age as an accuse for being extra sexual active, and there's some validity to that, but next year I need to rein myself in. By then I'm sure I'll have my fill of Willie and I'll be able to concentrate on Robby, who's more like me. Willie might be out of my league. No maybes about it, Willie is out of my league. I tell myself, "Just for the summer. Then straighten yourself out. There, I've made a decision and I feel better about it too. Hey, I can tell that to Robby too... tell him I will be ready to settle down with only him by next semester. Oh yeah, I feel like I'm making progress now. Set a deadline, Robby will tolerate me hangin' with Willie once in awhile till then. Willie will probably tire of me before then anyway, like he did when he recruited that turd, Andy. Hmmm, things are clearer to me now.
Willie finishes his texting with a laugh at something one of his new friends texted him. He looks over at me, "Why so quiet, baby?" I do a fake pout, muttering, "You're ignoring me," he chuckles, then says, "Don't be silly, I never ignore you even when I'm doing something else." What the hell does that mean? Maybe I'll try that line on Robby. No, I won't! That's not how I want to be with Robby. With Willie I'm going with the flow and, while I think maybe I've fallen in love with him again, it's not the same as my love for Robby. My love for him is more real, not that it necessarily means I don't love Willie a little too. It's like I said, a different love for each; that's what's in my heart. Willie goes, "Dylan, how 'bout you run up and get us a couple of drinks, and I'll make sure to pay attention to you exclusively while you're doing it. But I gotta say, that remark about me ignoring you kind of pisses me off. Don't pout when I'm busy with my new friends, I have a life in addition to my love for you. It's important to me that I get off on the right foot at Cornell. Not that you aren't important because you know you're number one, and I'll want you to visit me at Cornell too. Show you off, ya know." I look up, thinking, 'Oh, swell, another thing to worry about', but I just say, "Oh," He chuckles, and says, "Heh heh, actually I like that you get jealous when I'm not totally focused on you. Now go on and get our drinks, like I told ya." I stand up to get our drinks and Willie grabs my wrist, pulling me over to his beach chair. I automatically lean down to him and he says in my ear, with a too tight grip on my arm, "Now give your boyfriend a big wet kiss, right here on the beach in front of all these people, and don't fucking pout!" Willie can't stand a pouting boyfriend." Whoa, he's got my number alright. He knows just how to make me fall into that little-boy sensation he can bring on me seemingly at will. I shouldn't have done that phony pout. I mumble, "I'm sorry, Willie," and kiss his lips, then open my mouth and we're into a deep, wet kiss that gets my cock boning-up and pushing out the front of my bathing suit. Willie says, "That's Willie's boy, now get my drink." I stutter, "I'm, my dick, can I wait till my boner goes down?" Willie says, "No, baby, do what I said... forget your boner. I'll be giving you many more of them. Now scoot." Guess he's teaching me how to not care what strangers think; it always seems he's teaching me something. I'm gasping from the kiss, and from his dominance; I love it, sure... but it's humiliating too; I mean, that public display of gayness, and now walking up to the snack bar holding the front of my bathing suit to keep my boner against my leg.
I take some deep breathes, trying to control my embarrassment. I must look like a six year old who needs badly to use the potty. Walking past the swimming pool I slip on the wet service and my hands fly up in the air trying to get my balance. Two guys in their twenties reach out to grab me before I fall, but now my boner is poking out the front of my bathing suit again. There's no mistaking it for anything but what it is. The guy who grabbed my arm says, "Whoa, that's a nice one ya got there," as he nods at my tented lap. Naturally the color comes up on my face as the other helpful guy says to me, "Hey, don't be embarrassed, be proud. I only wish I had that much equipment," and they both laugh in a friendly way. I gulp, "Um, it's ah..." and the first guy says, "Dude, I love your haircut". They've let go of me now, so one of my hands goes down to try hiding my erection as the other goes up to rub my extreme haircut. I mumble, "Thanks, my haircut's new, just this morning. And I, um... almost fell, thanks for catching me." Both guys chuckle as one guy rubs the back of my head, moving his hand over my hand, and the other pats, then rubs my back. They were walking by when I almost slipped and fell on my ass, and now they continue on their way. I never even got a real good look at them, but I assume they're gay from the way they fondled me. They were nice to help me though, and they liked my haircut too. That makes me feel a little better about things. I start walking again, but I can't help noticing others around the pool staring at me, with smirks on their faces. I suppose everyone saw my boner. Damn! Why do these things always happen to me. I'm pretending to wipe the front of my bathing suit as if it's full of crumbs or something, holding my boner against my belly, but I'm not fooling anyone. The wiping motion keeps my boner firm too. I'm so dumb! I stop stimulated it, and at the snack bar, refusing to look up. I keep my eyes on the ground, and imagine jumping into a cold pool of water, hoping my boner recedes, and it finally does. Leaning up against a stool at the end of the snack bar, I compose myself and try not to think of Willie because when I do my boner starts-up again; his friggin' dominance really is rocking my world. He's something alright.
I get too sexually aroused by Willie; he's in my head and while it feels awfully good, too much of anything isn't usually a good thing in the end. I need a plan, a goal. I like that promise I made to myself that by the fall semester I wean myself of this infatuation that's developed in my mind for Willie. I mean, I'll turn into a puddle overdosing on him if I don't get a grip. It's one of those things where, seemingly on it's own, the perfect set of circumstances happened somehow and I find myself totally enamored of him. It's the most puzzling thing in the world to me and I can't explain it even to myself, but he just pushes my buttons and I can't resist him. It just happened, I don't know how or why, but I can't ignore it... no way. I'm kind of proud of myself it's only taken me a few days to admit I need to pump the brakes on this somehow. The trouble is, even though I know it's not a healthy situation, I love it so much. Ah ha! I just said I love the situation, which is different than I love Willie. But it feels like love just the same. This was my conclusion when I broke up with him the first time: that I loved the sex Willie and I had together so much that I thought I loved him. Hmmm, this is like Bill Murray's "Ground Hog Day" movie when the same thing keeps happening over and over to me. Well, in this case it's happened twice. Still, I can analyze the situation all I want, intellectualize it till the cows come home, but in my head I'm still infatuated with Willie, I kinda love him, or love the sex so much, I just think I love him too... what difference does it make anyway. Okay, I think I've got a handle on this, and I'm going to go with the flow for now and enjoy it as much as I can, as if I have a choice, but now I've set a goal for myself... by the end of the summer I'll have my head straightened-out where Willie's concerned. There, that's it! I again have convinced myself that I'm a tad more in control now. Maybe I'm fooling myself, but it's a start. The longest journey still begins with one step, and this is my one step.
After ordering freshly squeezed lemonades and a bag of beer nuts, I think some more about my situation with Willie. The truth is, I wasn't this bad with my submissiveness the first time around; so what's changed? It's probably a combination of things: Willie obviously has the dominance thing down perfectly by now, where I'm concerned. Why do I love it so much though? Don't know the answer to that yet, but whatever it is, it's irresistible to me and Willie knows it. The question is: is he taking advantage of my weakness for dominance? God, if only he weren't so cute and sexy, along with having the perfect combination of dominance and loving adoration for me. He's perfect in that regard, I might as well admit it. Is this how sex slaves happen? Could I ever be Willie's sex slave? 'Don't be ridiculous, Dylan,' I tell myself. Get a fucking grip! My boner's down and the two lemonades and bag of beer nuts are ready to go, so I sign the check with our suite number and add a tip, then carry them back to Willie with a feeling that I've made some kind of a decision. I'll refine it later when I'm not so close to Willie. Around him I'm pretty much helpless.
On the way back to Willie, I spot the two guys who kept me from falling. They're in beach chairs that I need to walk past. Now I notice they both have blond hair, obviously dyed or bleached. I can only see the side of their faces, but what I see isn't bad. Slim lads with sunglasses, laughing about something. I keep my eyes on the sand and hurry by them, but one of them calls out, "Ahh, it's gone down already". It makes me smile and I'm still grinning when I walk up to Willie, who's face lights up when he sees me. "Dylan, you look beautiful, or I guess I should say handsome. Cute too." I shrug, not knowing what to say except a muttered, "Thanks," as I hand him his drink. "What took ya so long, baby?" I chuckle and tell him about my 'boner experience' which Willie thinks is hysterically funny. After laughing out loud, making me laugh too, he says, "You get a boner quicker, with less stimulation, than anyone I've ever known." I go, "Only around you Willie," and then wish I hadn't said that. I don't want to encourage the situation even further... damn, I'm dumb! Willie loves my comment of course, and says, "Come over here and give Willie another big kiss," which I do, but not big enough to spring another boner, which obviously is what he wanted. Nice lips on that boy. Then I try to think back to when Willie started referring to himself in the third person. Normally I think people that do that are assholes, but with Willie it's somehow cool to me. Oh boy, like I've said fifty times, I'm helpless around him. We drink our lemonade and eat the beer nuts as Willie tells me all about what he and his future freshman friends at Cornell are planning. I try to be interested, but I'm not. I do wonder if these future freshman he's communicaed with are aware that Willie's gay. Not that Willie's ever been shy about telling people that he is.
We're enjoying the sun on the beach, sitting in our towel-covered beach chairs. Both of us have developed great tans and it'll be cool going back to college with all my classmates looking pale from lack of sun in the New England weather. They'll be envious. Oh, I guess some of the kids took off for warmer climates during spring break, but the majority will be pale-faces; there aren't a ton of rich kids at Merrimack. Ha ha, I'm not either, I'm just lucky! I look over at Willie, and say, "Willie have I thanked you for bringing me here. It's wonderful." He says, "Until now you haven't thanked me in words, but you have in many other ways. This is the best week of my life, and that's really saying something; you know, considering how the week began. You're my prize, my treasure, my most perfect gift and I thank you, Dylan. I thank you with all my heart; I've never been this happy." Well, that leaves me speechless so I get up and step over to him and hug around his neck as he sucks on my hickey a little bit, then he kisses the side of my face, whispering, "I love you so much, baby". Without hesitation I say, "Me too, Willie," and then I'm amazed to find that I do in fact think I love him; it's hard to know for sure. Never mind what I thought at the snack bar a little while ago, it's how I feel right now so why lie to myself. I kiss him back, not caring that I'm making a spectacle of myself. A older girl walking by us does a sarcastic sounding, "Ahhhhhh," and Willie mutters, "Fuck you, bitch," but I don't think she heard it.
After a while we go in for a swim and I spot two really cute boys about our age. Usually I'd be gawking at them and trying to clumsily swim into them, but Willie's kept me so sexually satisfied I just admire the boy's cuteness, staring in their direction for a minute, then swim over to Willie to give him a a hug and a quick kiss. Sure, we're making spectacles of ourselves showing affection and walking with our arms around each other's waist and stuff, and I usually can't stand when couples do that in public, but I can't seem to help myself, and Willie obviously likes me demonstrating how I'm feeling about him. I've developed this desperate desire to please him. I can hardly believe it myself, but there it is. After I give Willie a kiss, he keeps a neutral expression on his face, reaches between my legs and gives my balls a wicked hard crunch. His hands are strong, and I almost toss my cookies. I don't know what I did to deserve the nut crunching. Probably me gawking at the cute boys swimming near us. I'm bent over in pain as Willie watches me with a smug expression on his face. After a minute, when I'm standing straighter, he says, "Get it together, Dylan, and keep your eyes on me or there will more of that." I'm gasping, but the pain fades, and I mumble, "I'm sorry, Willie, but didn't you think those boys were cute?" He says, "I only look at you, and you need to learn to only look at me. That way your nuts might survive," and then he adds, "Stand still," I stand-up straight in water that's up to my nipples, and he gets my nuts in his fist again, asking, "Who to you keep your eyes on, Dylan?" With my heart in my throat, afraid he'll crunch my balls again, I meekly reply, "Only you, Willie." He gives my sore nuts a little squeeze that really hurts my crunched balls, saying, "This is part of me teaching you how to be a good submissive boyfriend for me." I keep my eyes on Willie, mumbling, "Oh, I understand, but don'cha thing you're getting awfully rough with me lately." He says, "And it hurts me almost as much as it hurts you, but if we can come to an understanding now, we'll never need to go through this sort of thing again. I already explained that we're best together when we stay in our selected roles, you being submissive to me, concentrating on only me; and me being dominant to you, the way you want me to be, and me teaching you stuff as we go along. I'm sorry I hurt you, but it got your attention, didn't it?" I mutter, "It sure did." He smiles sweetly at me, adding, "Remember yesterday when I took charge of our date?" I nod, and he says, "I mentioned that in the past I'd thought I was probably too stern with you?" I don't remember, but I'm not contradicting him, my aching nuts are still in his fist, so I say, "Yeah, sure, Willie." He goes, "Well, I was wrong about that. It's just the opposite, when we were going together the first time I wasn't stern enough with you, and you see how that turned-out. That's why I've been a little rough with you lately. I hate doing it, but it's kind of my job as the dominant one in our relationship to teach you your proper role." I'm like, "Well, all you needed to do was say you don't care for me ogling other boys when I'm with you. I can see now how you'd feel I'm dissin' you if my eyes are wandering to other boys." Willie rubs my shoulder, and says, "I think you'll remember it better thinking about getting your balls crushed again." I shrug, "Guess I can't really argue with that, Willie." One more slight squeeze on my balls gets me winching in pain. Willie says, "Get over it! Come on, lets swim a little, it's great exercise." Willie says that with another friendly smile. He's not even mad at me apparently, and I guess I'm not mad at him either. No more boy watching when I'm on a date with Willie. There will be plenty of other times for me to indulge in my hobby. We swim in deep water until the lifeguard blows his whistle and waves us in closer to the shore; great swim, the water's almost warm.
Finally we ride a big wave into shore. We do sunbathing and then more swimming until almost six o'clock; staying later than usual because this is our last day on the beach, for this trip anyway; but we'll be back I bet. It's been a beautiful day and I learned another lesson from Willie. I can't help wondering how many more there are to learn. It's new so I'll give it time. I snuggle against Willie with my arm around his waist as we trudge up the sand towards the swimming pool area, and then to our room. Willie's saying, "Our last day, baby; let's make the most of it. We'll shower and then I'm gonna give you the best fuck you ever had." I swear, my cock starts firming up just from hearing him talk about it. I know I've loved getting fucked ever since my first time with fat Carl, but I never thought I'd need it this much. It's Willie; he's fucked me into total dependence on him. The frequent sex is making me want more and more of it. How he has the stamina for it, I can't imagine. My part is the easier one; my anus lips quiver on their own at the very thought of Willie's long tool inside me again. When we're in the room, I gulp, needing it, then say, "Instead of after the shower, can we do it in the shower?" and he casually says, "We'll do it when I said we will, and I already told you it'll be after we shower." The way he can turn on the stern mannerism is amazing; from a loving demeanor, to stern in an instant. I look down, mumbling, "I'm sorry, Willie". He says, "Yeah, yeah, just get undressed and I'll bath you. I changed my mind about the shower, I want to use that big bathtub with all those water jets, the jacuzzi. I say, "Oh, okay, whatever you say." Being sternly chastised by him about when he's going to fuck me, puts me back in my little-boy frame of mind again; it happens, bam! just like that. It's irresistible and I let myself slide deeper into the dreamy world of submission, as I take a few deep breaths; this feeling is so awesome. Willie's right, it's so awesome feeling submissive like this.
I'm undressed first, my almost six inch cock hanging down between my legs as I gently fondle my sore balls thinking about Willie fucking me later. Willie says, "Run the water in the tub and put soap, shampoo, and towels on the table next to the bathtub." I nod and get to it. It only takes a minute, Willie watches me hustle. He mumbles, "The other shampoo, Dylan, not that one." I change the shampoos and he comes over and leans his naked body against my back with an arm around my neck, cooing in my ear, jokingly, "Are you getting excited about me fucking you after our bath, Dylan baby?" I shiver, and quietly say, "You know I am, Willie." He chuckles, "Are you feeling like a little boy right now?" I blush, saying, "How'd you know?" He says, "I've had a lot of experience being Larry's submissive boy and whenever he scolded me I'd fall into that little-boy feeling. Ain't it great?" I nod my head because it is; it's an impossible to describe sensation, yet sexy too. I mutter, "It's a good feeling when I don't think about the wimp part of it." He goes, "Yeah, I know what you mean, but you're just getting back into the submissive role. I'll bet'cha no one else has put you in this little-boy frame of mind since you broke-up with me. Did they?" I shake my head, mumbling, "Not really". He presses it, asking, "You're my boy, ain't ya, Dylan?" I nod my head "yes", and then say it, "Yes, Willie." He says, "Just a little reminder of that, and he steps to the side of me and smacks my ass hard twice, "Whack! Whack!" I just stand there, but it stings! I get two more hard smacks, "Whack! Whack!" then another, "Whack" the sound echoing in the tile bathroom. Willie explained to me yesterday that the smacks on my ass are just to remind me that I'm submissive to him; it's not that he's angry with me. I endure it with only a quietly murmured, "Ow," at the last stinging smack, and Willie says, "Good, no complaints, but from now on I want you to lean over when I spank your ass; lean over with your hands on your knees. I'll be adding little details like this as we go along, Dylan. Do you have a problem with that?" I bend over and grab my knees, muttering, "I guess I don't, Willie," and he smacks my ass twice more, really hard, then says, "Okay, that's good," and a hug follows as I straighten up again. "You're doing great, Dylan, I'm proud of you," then he sucks on my hickey as I stand there; I automatically move my head to the side now, giving him full access to the large hickey on my neck. When the hickey's a hot, stinging bump, to match my red stinging ass, Willie lets go of me, and says, "Into the tub you go," and ten year old me does as he's told, only now realizing I have half a hard-on; how'd that happen? The water increases the stinging on my smacked ass, but I keep my lips tightly together and don't whine. That'll only get me more smacks on my ass. There are rules in Willie's world, and he's teaching me them quickly. It helped a lot when earlier Willie, matter-of-factly, explained his motives for some of the things he does. It made some sense to me; basically, if I want to continue our relationship I better learn all those things I'm suppose to do. But, how did the spanking give me this half-boner? Willie turns on the jets, then climbs in, saying, "Come over between my legs," when I try to do that, he snaps, "Not face to face! Come in with your back against my chest. Use your head, Dylan," and I regress to eight years old now; an eight year old boy with a six inch boner. My semi-boner floats away from me as I slide over between Willie's legs, properly chastised once again, and he wraps me up in his arms kissing the back of my neck. "Sorry I yelled at you, Dylan, but try using your head once in awhile. I don't want to have to tell you everything." He changes moods so fast it's hard to keep up with him. I like all his moods actually, sweet, stern, whatever. They all offer me something; a loving feeling or total submission; it's all good.
He rubs my head, "You like the haircut Willie got for you, Dylan?" I murmur, "I'm getting to like it." Since I broke the ice with Robby about my uber short haircut, pretending I lost a bet, this haircut isn't as much of a concern to me now. Robby's reaction to it was the thing I was most concerned about, but now that I've told him about it, he has time to get used to the idea before I see him. He'll probably pitch a fit initially, but he'll get over it, and I actually kind of like the distinct look of it now. No one at college has a haircut like this except for a few of the African American boys. That's right, I'm cool... haha. Getting my other ear pierced is cool too. I'm inconspicuously rubbing by spanked ass, thinking: maybe Willie really does know what's best for me. We sit like that, my back against Willie's chest, as he rubs my nipples, getting them hard, sticking out from my chest. He says, "Did ya ever get a boner in the bathtub, Dylan?" I go, "I got half of one right now," and he reaches around to stroke it. "You're a walking boner, Dylan," and I laugh with him. He says, "Scoot around and see if you can give me a boner with your mouth." I ask, "Under water?" Is he serious? The water in this deep tub is up to my nipples by now and the steady gargling in the overflow valve is continuous, with the water still running. Willie turns off the jets, and goes, "Yeah, under water; come up whenever you need air. We'll do an experiment." I say, "Okay, here goes," and turn around again in this big jacuzzi. Then, taking a big inhale, I pinch my nostrils with thumb and forefinger and bob under the water with my eyes and lips closed and grab his long cock. It's a little firm already; probably from my ass pressing against it or our bodily contact in general. I slide the head of his cock into my mouth. Some bath water comes in with it, but my lips are tight around the neck of his cock now, so it's only a mouthful. I swallow the water somehow, blocking-up my ears, and start licking the head of his long cock with a lot of tongue action, counting to sixty in my head. When I get to sixty I come up for air gasping. Willie's got his arms stretched-out resting them on the top rim of the jacuzzi, leaning back against the rounded end. He looks very pleased with himself, like he's having a grand old time. Well, he's doing a hell of a job training me to be his uber submissive boy, and I can see he's pleased about how that's going. My submissive side has almost totally taken over my brain. I take a lot of air into my lungs again and repeat my previous actions. By the time I count to sixty this time, I again need air badly, but his cock is definitely firming up nicely. As I'm gasping for air above the water line he rubs my head, saying, "You're doing fine, baby. It feels good," and he stretches out the word "good" making me smile at him. "God, you're cute," he says, and I smile a bigger smile this time, happy for the compliment. I stay under till the count of seventy and Willie's cock is fairly hard now. "One more dive should do," he says, when my head pops out of the water, me gasping for oxygen; he strokes himself as he says that. Under I go again and begin to count in my head, but I'm not as cautious as I've been my first three times and I get a lot of water in my mouth this time, so I bob my head right back up and force the water out between my lips in a stream onto Willie's face. He laughs as I go down to finish the job. I get him real hard by the time I count to seventy, but force myself to suck his cock for another count of five, then come up stroking my own cock, gasping for air once more. Dodger can hold his breath under water for two full minutes. Those Dickers boys are freaks like that; awesome freaks, I mean.
Willie strokes himself a few more times, then says, "Okay, you did it! Way to go. Now sit on it as a tease for the upcoming fuck you're going to get after our bath." My eyes get big at this fantastic idea. I ask, "Should I face you or have my back to you?" He says, "I'll scoot to the middle and you sit on my cock facing me. That way I can watch your face and see you're excitement." That's what I do, but getting on his boner is a little awkward. I steady myself with a hand on each of Willie's shoulders as he tries to guide his boner to my hole. I'm half standing, my legs outside of his. Willie has his legs stretched out in front of him. After squatting down twice, hitting the head of his cock on each buttocks, I hit the jackpot on the third try. His cock head is partially spreading the lips of my anus. "Go slow," Willie instructs as he continues to hold his cock in his fist. The entry isn't as smooth as I thought it would be with all this water, but Willie has fucked my anus and rectum into a new toughness, so while it hurts some going down the shaft of his boner, I don't even change my facial expression. I'd like to have said, "Ow!", but I don't. Willie's encouraging me, "Go down further, a little more... take more of it, Dylan. I want you sitting flat on my thighs." It's a unique sensation and I swallow hard, then my buttocks hit the top of Willie's legs, and he says, "Sit all the way down now,". When I do, my legs go out on either side of his hips, and his cock enters me another full inch, making me go, "Ohh!" and then the sensation of being totally filled-up by Willie's penis makes me go, "Ahhh, oh God, Ahhhh!" Willie's grimacing, biting his bottom lip, grunting, "Awesome, Dylan. You rock, baby!" I squirm on his lap and my ass is feeling so good it's ridiculous. Just thinking about Willie's boner way up inside me like this makes my shoulders shudder. "Ride it a little," Willie says, as he blows out a lot of air. Taking little quick breathes, like I'm panting, I struggle to get my feet under me, then lift almost completely off his cock. Just the head stays inside me and I ride his boner up and down, the water splashing around us. All the time I'm holding onto Willie's shoulders, he helps me stay steady with his hands holding my waist. My boner bobs in the water between Willie and me as I bend and straighten my knees slightly. It's a truly awesome feeling.
A minute of that and my legs are getting tired. Willie says, "Ya better sit back down, Dylan, my balls are starting to churn spunk." Oh does this feel good! I groan a little as I go all the way back down, wetting all around my lips with my tongue as I do it. I get my arms around Willie's neck and lean in to rest my chin on his shoulder, the sides of our faces touching. Willie says in my ear, "You really turn me on, Dylan, turn me on like no other." I murmur back, "And you surely do know how to pleasure me, like you said before. Your dominant style of sex with me just does it for me more and more, Willie." He says, "I've given a lot of thought as to the best way to win you back, and tough love is what I came up with, I'm not at all surprised you've taken to it so fully. You came around faster than I thought you would, but I knew you would eventually. I spotted you as a super submissive type way back at Carl's graduation party" I just wasn't tough enough the first time." I bite my lip, mumbling, "You've been awfully rough on me today, Willie. " He says, "I explained that to you already. Don't you listen to me?" Thinking about another spanking on my already smacked ass, I quickly say, "Oh yeah, when we were swimming. Sure I remember." He goes, "And?" Thinking fast I come-up with, "And I understand, and you're right, I'll remember stuff better if you, um, highlight it with maybe a little rough love." He likes that, and says, "You do listen, good boy, Dylan," and kisses my cheek. I'm rubbing my cheek against his, as my boner's rest against his belly, all the while admitting to myself that my nuts feel fine now and my ass is losing a lot of the sting already, so it's not like he's injuring me. And anyway, except for a few tough love episode, teaching me to be a proper submissive, everything's perfect. Willie's hugging me around the waist as my head rest on his shoulder and I rock slowly on his cock. Feeling like I should tell Willie how good everything is going, my lips move against his shoulder as I murmur, "I'm having an awesome time, Willie, it's fun being this submissive. Were you this submissive to Larry in your submissive days?" Willie says, "Maybe not quite as submissive as you've become because I wasn't as true a submissive as you are. I told ya you'd embrace this, just keep taking my instructions and we'll have even better times ahead. Is that good by you?" I groan at the feeling of his long cock inside me, and mutter, "Can't wait, Willie." He says, "You're doing great, Dylan... just keep it up and you'll be surprised how much fun you'll have being my submissive boyfriend. Like I said, I knew we'd get it right eventually. This trip is just what we both needed to give us the time to iron-out a few rough spots in our relationship." I say, "You're certainly ironing my ass out in the process, that's fer sure... haha." He chuckles, then says, "Well, yeah, but you deserve the tough reminders, don't forget that. And I give you a lot of credit too; a lot of credit for accepting you need these stern reminders so you can learn your proper place. We've already talked about this." I murmur, "Uh huh," not really listening to him because his cock up my ass is now demanding all of my attention. Oh, if only it could last all night.
Finally, Willie takes a hand from around me to reach over and flick the switch for the water jets again, and there's jets of water hitting all over us; it's almost too much to take in. Most of my brain is concentrating on how fabulous my ass feels, but the hard jet streams of water can't be ignored either. After a couple more minutes of snuggling and hugging, Willie goes, "Ya better get off, baby, I can feel an orgasm coming on and I want to fuck you properly after our bath." Reluctantly I stand up, but I do it slowly to savor every inch of Willie's boner 'cause it's stimulating my rectum's sensitive spots, inch by inch, coming out of me. The expanded neck of his cock's head catches at my anus for a second pulling my anus' lips away from my ass further than I'd have thought possible; then his cock's head pops free and Willie moans, "Ohhhhh!". He's really getting my boy pussy trained too, not just me. We're both breathing hard, sexually aroused from this hot experience. He pulls my head to him with a hand at the back of my neck and we do a long, tongue involved kiss that does nothing to help my boner go down; it's harder than ever after the kiss. With a knee on either side of Willie's legs, I'm leaning against him as our boners squish together, and we start another make-out, going at it hot and heavy until he finally grunts, "Oh, Dylan, this is heaven, but let's get washed. I'm getting blue balls, baby. You're so sexy it's almost ridiculous. How do you turn me on so much?" I could say the same to him, but I savor the compliment instead, smiling, and staring into his sexy eyes.
We finally get ourselves under control, then Willie says, "Turn around now, your back to me, and I'll start by shampooing your hair." I go, "Not that there's much hair to shampoo". Willie casually mumbles, "And this is the way you'll keep it too, so get use to it." He shampoos my head as if I have lots of hair. Then, using a handheld shower head, he rinses my hair, and soap bubbles surround us on top of the water. Then he turns around and I shampoo his hair. I like his hair and enjoy my fingers going through it with all the shampoo suds. Maybe he'll let me cut his hair sometime. He's cut mine ones or twice, but he's never let me cut his, and I'd like to give him one of my sexy haircuts.That can be very hot; I've had some extremely hot and sexy times giving certain boys a haircut. It can be an intimate thing when done the right way. Robby likes cutting my hair, probably because I cut his. Chubby used to cut my hair, and was good at; Robby, not so much. After I rinse Willie's hair he uses a washcloth and slowly, sensuously washes my body. My boner went down some in the water during the shampooing; Willie's too, but we both get them back as Willie washes me. I love when a cute boy baths me; that's intimate too. With his soapy washcloth Willie strokes my cock until it's a hard boner again. He stops then, leaving me with tight stomach muscles and electric sparks in my balls, moaning quietly; sex is so freakin' awesome. He goes, "Not yet, baby," and chuckles; I let out a big breath. I wash Willie the same way he washed me and then follow his lead by stroking his boner with a soapy washcloth, then my bare hand. I notice a big difference stroking an eight inch boner as compared to mine. It kinda makes me jealous that his is over two inches longer. Willie pushes my hand away when he feels a climax building. We both go under water, our eyes tightly closed, to try and rinse our bodies, but it's no good in a soapy tub of water, so we get out and drip water on the floor scampering to the shower, "Get the water temperature just right, Dylan." I do what I'm told, he puts his hand under the spray when I get the right balance between hot and cold. "Good boy," he mumbles, and we step under the many shower heads to rinse off the bathtub soap.
When we're soap free, still standing under the cascade of water, Willie goes, "Okay, here's another tease. Bend over and grab your knees and Willie will go up your pussy again." My heart beat picks up as Willie's holding me at the waist; he pushes his boner all the way in, and we both let out sighs, "Ahhh, yeaaaah." Willie's gotten me pretty much opened-up back there and the eight inches of his boner goes in quite easily; but it still feels wonderful. He slowly fucks my ass with me moaning with pleasure right from the start, pushing my boy pussy back at Willie's every thrusts. Precum drools from my cock, but again he stops just before I cum, leaving me desperate for more. Turning off the water, Willie says, "Suck my cock clean, boy," and I get on my knees on the wet shower floor in a flash. Willie has precum drips too, which I slurp down my throat and then gobble his cock down there too. "Easy, baby, or I'll drown you in spunk." Finished cleaning his cock I begin licking his balls without even being told to do so. I suck on each nut, then lick under them to his asshole and suck on that. My neck's stretched back, but I want all of him. He's totally captivated me and he seems sexier than ever. My neck strains further getting my tongue on his asshole as his hard cock and big balls roll around on my forehead. Feeling like a contortionist I lick at his clean asshole, ignoring the few hairs there, then force my tongue inside his anus noticing the acrid taste of shit residue inside. I lick at it until his inside his anus is clean. Willie is making all kinds of grunting sounds, and finally says loudly, "That's enough, Dylan!" I a thin spurt of cum shoots over my head to land low on my back. Willie takes some deep breaths, then says, "Gargle." So we leave the shower and I use Willie's mouthwash and gargle a few times, spitting out each mouthful. Guess he's afraid he'll taste his own shit in my mouth when we kiss. He wouldn't, but he's a bit of a germ-a-phobe. I mean, he's not fanatical about it like some people who go so far as to use their elbow to turn-on public faucets in men's restrooms. Plus, once in awhile Willie get's a little raunchy, like making me wear cum drenched panties, and that sort of thing. I guess he puts his foot down when shit is involved. Probably I should too, but it hasn't occurred to me yet.
When I've gargled enough to satisfy him, he kisses me and smiles, "Nice clean mouth ya got there". He asks, "Who do you love more than anyone in the world?" Thinking of Robby quickly, I give him the answer he wants to hear, I say, "That would be you, Willie Worthington." And at this moment I'm almost telling the truth. When I'm with Robby, and he asks me that, my answer will be totally truthful when I say it's him, but why take a chance on another spanking from Willie for giving the wrong response. This is our last day together in Key West and I'm sacrificing total honesty with Willie for my ass's sake. Willie turns me around, getting his arms around my stomach, and immediately pushes his cock easily up my ass again with just hip motion. I wasn't expecting it so soon after his shower tease. In the shower he got my ass really opened wide just begging for his cock and it fits real good. We stand like that, with his boner far up my ass while he sucks my hickey again. That fuckin' hickey is huge by now, and theres no way it's going down for at least a week. When I get home I'll put one of those round bandaids on it to cover it, but it's won't fool anyone who sees it. Damn! Embarrassing, that's what it's going to be for me. Even my mom is going to notice this one and wonder who gave me it. That worry leaves my mind when Willie says, "It's time for Willie's boy to get his pussy fucked hard." We're apparently going to do it right here in the bathroom. He starts right up with an easy rhythm; his penetrations and withdrawals feeling awesome, as usual. but I tighten my sphincter muscle to increase the pleasure sensations in my rectum that much more. I'm moaning again, right from the start, muttering, "Fuck my pussy, Willie, fuck it hard." His long boner is going all the way in until his crotch smacks my ass, then all the way out until the head is distending my anus again; my anus was never this flexible before. He holds it there, with my anus stretched out from my ass, for a few seconds, then his cock goes smoothly all the way back in... and on and on it goes.
Shortly Willie begins makes a little grunting sound each time his cock's as far in as he can get it. At times, to me, it feels like the head of his cock is hitting my lungs, but that's probably just a result of my heavy breathing. What an erotic rush being fucked so well, and so often. How will I get by without it? I murmur more encouragement to Willie. "Oh Willie, it feels so good; you fuck me the best, I love your cock in my pussy." He likes that I call my ass "pussy". Figure I can't go wrong following his lead. He usually turns out to be right anyway. Willie murmurs, in between his grunts, "That's Willie's boy," and I think, "I better call him my man," so I murmur, "My man fucks me better than anybody," and he slaps my ass, then picks up the pace. Now I'm leaning forward, supporting myself on the rim of the sink with both hands. I soon begin making "Uh, uh, uh," sounds with each passage of his cock up my rectum, getting closer and closer to finally climaxing, and I can't wait for that climatic-moment when all hell breaks loose, and spunks shoots out of my boner, the head vibrating and burning a little from the force of my orgasm, and every nerve in my body is alive and tingling like electric sparks. All Willie's earlier teases have me in a state of high sexual arousal, and I wonder how much higher he can take me. Willie slides his hands up my side and then pulls me away from the sink, my back against his chest. He does it without interrupting the rhythm of his fucking. He reaches down and strokes my boner, then rubs his hands up my body leaving goose bumps and chills all over me. At my chest he rubs my nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they're sticking out hard and tingly again. His hands rubs my stomach near my cock then reach down to gently squeeze my balls with both hands; all the soreness is gone and I can hardly remember the pain, but I remember, very well, the lesson: do not ogle other boys when I'm with Willie. I'm literally writhes against him now, going up and down on my toes. Willie's got my arms pinned to my sides or I'd be stroking my incredibly sensitive boner. I'm moaning quietly, my eyes close tightly as every nerve in my body begins to tingles, like I knew they would. I start humping my hips forward then, and with the second thrust cum shoots out of my cock with such force I'm sure I'm going to faint, but cum keeps spurting and he keeps fucking me. Then as I get my vision back Willie pours his seed up my bowels humping faster and harder until his cum is dripping out past his cock, and his crotch is slapping off my cum-soaked ass cheeks. Each hump up my ass makes wet sucking sounds; when his crotch hits my ass the wet slapping sound echo the bathroom. My head's back on his shoulder as I gasp for air. Willie slows down gasping for air himself. Then he moans as the secondary sensations roll over him and he hugs me tightly against him and rotates his hip getting his cock to twist in my ass. "Oh my God, that was good," he murmurs, before reaching down to strokes my still firm, but not hard, cock; this pulls out some last cum drippings. He lifts his hand to my mouth, "Suck my fingers clean, Dylan," and I suck on his thumb, then each finger he puts in my mouth. I'll suck on anything of Willies'.
"Wow!" he says when I'm done sucking his fingers, "Let's lay under the covers for a nap." After fucking me, Willie's decided he likes naps before dinner. That's been his pattern recently, at least. We're both quietly enjoying the wonderful feeling in our bodies after that excellent fuck. He teased me a few time in the tub and shower, his cock up my ass both times, so I was so hot for him to fuck me and my climax was magical to me. Willie liked it too, I can tell by the way he keeps his arm around my neck as we walk together towards the bed. "Pull down the covers for us, Dylan," and when I do we snuggle under the covers, kissing for a while before Willie says, "It's time for a nap, don't you ever get tired of kissing, hugging, and sucking on me, or getting fucked by me, Dylan?" He sounds serious, so I answer seriously with a simple, "No, I can't say that I do." He does a tight squeeze around my chest, and says, "Neither do I. We'll test the limits of that this summer though, won't we, baby?" I say, "I guess so, Willie." That satisfies Willie for the moment and we doze off. Before I fall asleep, I worry a little about the commitments I'm making to everyone, but decide to deal with that concern later and enjoy my last night in Key West... last night for a while, anyway.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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