DYLAN! By Donny Mumford

DYLAN!

CHAPTER SEVEN

Larry's boyfriend, Willie Worthington, asked me if I'd like him to blow me. He was asking that in the way you might ask if someone would mind if you smoked. We had told each other we were gay, so I smiled at him, assuming this was some gay joke. He added, "I'd sure like to." Smiling, I didn't know what to say and began to blush. Yes, blushing is a stupid reaction, but I was unprepared. Willie was very earnest, saying, "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, and I don't always get gay jokes or gay irony or whatever. Um, do you know what I mean?" He put his arm around my waist, smiled this sweet smile, and hugged me, murmuring, "You're charmingly delightful. I hope you're not putting me on because I love your naive personality." He put his face close 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 to see if anyone is noticing us. Willie walked with me to the back of the garage where there is a trash barrel to drop off my paper plate and root beer cup. The party was mainly along the side yard and no one was looking this way. When Willie made 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 when we drank vodka and lemonade last summer. I asked, "Have you been drinking, Willie?"

He told me sure he'd been drinking; everyone was drinking. There were two big bowls of adult punch, and he led me to the one near a table full of snacks. Willie filled two cups of cold, rum and vodka-spiked, red punch. The bowl had a partially dissolved pint of raspberry sherbert floating in it. Taking a sip of that sweet concoction, Willie made a face and asked again, "Would you like me to blow you, Dylan?"

I had this dumb, confused look on my face again, so Willie swallowed some of the spiked punch and mumbled, "Larry is okay with this if that's what you're worried about." I muttered, "Larry said that?" Willie finishes the cup of punch, smacks his lips, and goes, "Ahh, that's good! Um, yes, Larry and Carl are going to be giving it to you up the rear end later, but until then, they said it's okay for me to blow you," and he refills his cup with the spiked punch.

This can't be normal behavior for gays... or straight guys. I'm not a sex toy, but I don't know how to react to Willie's insistence to blow me. Is he making fun of me or something? So, not knowing the right thing to say or do, I acted defensive, "Do you think I'm some kind of sex toy or slut that you and the other guys can use however you want?" Willie looked up from his cup and got very contrite, "NO! Oh, I'm sorry to upset you, Dylan. Hey, you can blow me if that's what you'd rather do, or we'll do nothing. I just thought you'd like it, but never mind. Sorry."

My recently formed hot temper over-reacted, so I apologized and said, "Ah, as I said, I'm new at this, but I recently learned that I like making out, so if you want to do that..." He smiled his cute smile with his nose crinkling at the bridge like a little kid and said, "It isn't an act. You are too innocent and cute to be real, except you are real. Sure, I like making out, and I can hardly wait to do it with you. Um, and I know where we can go, too."

He put his arm around the back of my waist, and we started walking like that, him steering me the way a guy walks with his girlfriend. It was very uncomfortable for me as I looked around, feeling self-conscious. I mean, two guys do not walk together like this. No way! Maybe this is what Larry meant about Willie acting gay. We see Larry and Carl walking toward the bowl of punch, with Larry waving at us to come to them. With his arm still around my waist, Willie called to them, "Is it okay if we catch up with you guys in a few minutes?"

Willie was asking permission, but was as relaxed as can be about it. Larry waved and yelled something that Willie ignored, mumbling, "C'mon, Dylan." We kept walking as Willie asked if I ever topped anyone, and I told him I hadn't and didn't have the urge to do that. I liked being a bottom. He said he much prefers topping, but Larry won't budge, so Willie is a bottom because, as he said, any sex is better than none. He wanted to know if I was bisexual and had sex with girls. I said, "No. I had no sex at all until Carl mentored me and showed me the way."

He muttered, "Mentored you, huh? Is that what he called it?" Although we'd only known each other for ten minutes, we had an almost instant rapport, and I liked him from the start. That can only happen when the other guy is giving off obvious signals that he liked you right from the beginning, too.

Willie told me that the excellent spot he had in mind for our make-out was the pantry right inside the back door, next to the kitchen. It didn't sound like an very safe spot to me, but just as we approached the back door, we heard a shrill whistle that made Willie stop and turn his head, mumbling, "Shit. That's Larry's whistle," and Larry had walked halfway toward us and was now doing that 'come here' motion with his index finger, looking pissed.

Willie said, "He changed his mind, I guess. Balls! They want us for something," he started jogging toward Larry, so I jogged after him. Larry waited there, and when we jogged up, he said, "Where did you think you two were going without permission?" Willie muttered, "Oh, we didn't know, um..." which made no sense.

Larry says, "You know better, Willie. I'll deal with you later. For now, the caterer just called everyone to get in line for the main buffet, which Carl said was the perfect time for you two nitwits to sneak up to his bedroom and wait for us. Get going, now..." and he smacked me on the ass, grinning, asking, "How you doing, Newman?"

I smiled at him, and Willie took my hand and pulled me with him to the side entrance of the house. We encountered no one from there to Carl's bedroom. Gee, I hadn't been in Carl's bedroom for a while, but it felt like a friendly, familiar place. I had mostly good memories here and felt squirmy thinking about my boyfriend, Carl. In my mind, we were boyfriends, anyway. He didn't want me saying we were boyfriends to anyone else, though! I'm just a bottom boy to him.

Being in his room made me think about all the things Carl's done for me, and sure, I know he did most of it for his reasons, but still, without Carl taking me under his wing, I'd still be 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. The way I feel about Carl is nothing at all like my feelings for Chubby. I love Chubby more than anyone I've ever known. Yes, I love my Mom and Chubby's mom, Tris, too, but my love for my lifelong companion, Chubby, Jeffrey, Romero, is a deep, unconditional love. No, unfortunately, it's not sexual in nature... yet.

Yeah, Carl is my sex guru and mentor, and except for being overweight, he's hot, too. Willie was peeing in the little bathroom next to Carl's walk-in closet. I smiled, thinking how I'd cleaned up in that bathroom a couple of times after my Carl fucked me deliciously hard. Gee, I'm feeling good, and fifteen minutes ago, I was bored and walking out of this dull party. Then, a combination of meeting Willie and being back in Carl's bedroom got me in this great mood again. Just being here caused my dick to feel pleasantly firm. Haha, yes, I've got it bad for my mentor, Carl Denton.

Willie saunters out of the bathroom, drying his hands, and says, "Um, Dylan, I all of a sudden feel shy, just the two of us here in Carl's bedroom."

I told him I felt awkward, too, but a kiss could help both of us. He grinned, showing his perfect white teeth. Almost everyone I know has almost perfect white teeth. Willie's teeth were so perfect that he probably wore braces as a kid, as I did for two years. As we wandered slowly toward one another, I asked him about the braces, and he said, "Sure. You did, too, right?" We were close now, and he reached out with his hand, so it was an involuntary reaction for me to reach out to him. When he held my hand, it felt nice.

We squeezed each other's hand, smiling as my other arm went around his neck and his other arm was around my waist. We did the sweetest kiss on the lips, his bright brown eyes sparkling beautifully, and then our next kiss was a wet one. He let go of my hand and cupped the back of my head to hold me in place for sexy, sloppy kisses. He wasn't as talented at kissing as Larry, but neither was I. That being said, kissing Willie was much sexier to me. I already liked him more than I liked Larry. That taught me something important, but I didn't realize it until later.

Our bodies were pressed together, and our moaning was embarrassingly overdone, but we were aroused by one another. His lips, tongue, and all around inside his mouth was sexy as hell. The initial sweetened alcohol taste in our mouths from the spiked punch was replaced with natural

saliva tastes after a few minutes of making out. My fingers ran through his hair as our crotches rubbed together. The smell, taste, and the feel of him were all magical. This is how I imagined it would be to make out with Chubby if only that could happen someday. Even though I'd only known Willie for a short time, he became the first boy in my life that I wanted to climb inside. It was hard to get enough taste of him, 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. This was another new experience.

Willie and I had our faces side by side, covered in spit, catching our breath when he 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." That's cool, but before I could revel in this new concept of being a sexy someone special to another guy, there was a quiet knock on the bedroom door. Willie and I looked at each other with questioning expressions, then heard, "Unlock the fucking door," and Willie did a last, fast kiss, then ran over to unlock the door.

Still panting, a hard dick in my pants, I watched Larry come into the room, saying, "Don't ever lock the fucking door again!" He swatted the back of Willie's head, adding, "Carl's tied up a little while longer, but I'll get us started." Then he noticed our flushed faces and quick breaths. Rolling his eyes, he said with a smirk. "Aren't you two the cutest things sneaking in a little hanky-panky while your 'top men' are busy. It's time for serious action, girls, so get undressed."

Larry was undoing his tie and pulling his shirt out as he spoke. His speech was slurred, so he'd been sampling that adult kicked-up punch several timeds. Willie and I unbuttoned our shirt collars to take our ties off without untying them. Watching Willie quickly undress made me undress faster. Now I was anxious to see Willie's penis. I liked everything else about him, and I tried not to be too obvious about it, but I liked guys' penises. Willie's was long but not especially fat. It is a nice-looking cock with big balls and a regular pubic patch, except his pubes were light brown like his hair, not almost black like most guys' pubes.

Willie had some interest in me, too, and when he saw my shaved pubes, he said, "Cool!" as he pulled his socks off. When completely naked, he was an absolutely delicious-looking young man. Larry was naked by now, too, and he had a super taut body. He's rustling up a condom and some lube from the cabinet under Carl's bathroom sink. I was mainly staring at Willie. He's very slim, so there wasn't much body definition, but still, he has a very attractive, smooth, mostly hairless body.

Larry handed Willie a bath towel and nodded toward Carl's bed. He then took my short bangs between his index finger and thumb, using them to pull my head to his level, and said, "Open up, kid." The hair-pulling hurt, but I did what he said while smothering a cry of pain. Larry's mouth initially tasted like that sweet spiked punch as he kissed me and then licked my face, some of his long hair sticking to my cheek and some inside my mouth, but I didn't mind. Willie had gotten me aroused, and Larry was a guy, and I'm gay, so...

His tongue was in my mouth; I had both arms around his neck, and my semi-boner became a full-blown boner pretty fast. Larry is a world-class gay make-out artist. The funny thing is, even though I got sexually aroused and hotter with Larry, I still liked making out with Willie better. Larry's make-out didn't last long. He pulled his mouth away from my lips and, talking close to my face, said, "Suck my dick, kid." Still new to this level of stimulation, I was in sort of a trance, nodding at Larry's order as he snapped at Willie, "What are you staring at? Get that towel laid out on the bed, and then you get your pussy in position; you know the drill."

I dropped down on my knees and sucked Larry's cock, another nice penis, almost as long as Willie's, which was a little over seven inches. This is unusual behavior, but enticing as all get out! I put Larry's cock in my mouth, while Willie, with his long, flaccid penis swinging slightly, arranges 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. He's probably bending his knees because he's a few inches taller than Larry, and so am I.

Obviously, 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 of the towel hung down the side of the bed about cock level. This must be how they fuck in their dorm room. I only sucked Larry's dick for less than two minutes, but he got hard as wood. Wheezing a little, Larry ordered me, "Get over there next to Willie. Get right up against him, and push your pussy up."

I snuggled against Willie and duplicated his posture with my forearms on the bed and my forehead resting on them, my ass held up, ready to be mounted. I peeked at Willie, who was glancing at me, and we smiled. I had the sense we'd known one another for years. I can't get over how cute he is. He was cute in an unusual way as he was unorthodox-looking, very different from anyone I know, but in an adorable way. His crinkly nose when he grins, the little freckles across his nose, those bright, brown eyes, and his super white teeth. Willie held my hand, making another cute face like he was telling me something, but what?

With his condom on and all lubed up, Larry pushed a lubed finger up Willie's asshole, pulled it out, and then pushed his cock in. I was looking back, seeing Larry's seven inches of hard boner disappearing up inside Willie, who cried out quietly and held my hand tightly. His face was squished up with the pain from the fat boner abruptly penetrating his anus, and his forehead pushed hard against his arms 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's sake, not our dorm room." Willie yipped quietly at the head smack and kept future noises very low.

I'm fascinated watching Larry pull almost all seven inches out and then roughly shoved it right back up inside Willie, who was busy with the effort of forcing lots of air out between his teeth, sounding like steam escaping a valve. Willie was still hurting; he moved his forehead against mine, and it was hot and sweaty, and his hand was crushing my right hand. Larry withdrew his cock and humped the entire seven inches smoothly right back up into Willie's rectum, Willie going, "Ahh!" and rising onto his toes. My eyes were the size of saucers as my dick got harder and harder anticipating that seven-inch boner up my ass. Full seven-inch thrusting proceeded steadily now, and after a half dozen or so, Willie's face began to relax, and his grip on my hand was just holding my hand loosely as the pain was replaced by the pleasure coming off the nerve endings around his anus and especially off his prostate gland.

He took a long exhale and opened his eyes to look into mine. Now, he had 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, and he looked like a young teen. I really liked this boy. He had something special that I couldn't put my finger on. There was a subtle "Smack, smack, smack" sound as Larry fucked Willie steadily, his groin smacking against Willie's buttocks, and after a bit, Larry grunted out, "I've become quite fond of your pussy, Willie."

Willie looked at me and raised his eyebrows like he was proud of Larry's compliment. The pain and discomfort were forgotten now, and I watched as that long penis of Larry's grew harder and a little bit longer. That was a fine, full-blown, adult boner on Larry. God, I can hardly wait for him to be fucking me. Willie let out a moan of pleasure as I was getting harder from watching Larry humping Willie's pussy. I've given up complaining about our tops calling our assholes that. Making a low grunt each time his head rocked forward on the mattress from the intense thrust of Larry's penetrations, Willie is into a mantra of, "Uh, uh, uh, uh," and then a desperate-sounding, "I'm going to cum..."

Larry pulls his boner all the way out with Willie doing a low, "Oh, nooo..." and gets a hard slap on his ass from Larry and then, "Shhh. Keep it down." Willie yipped again when his bare ass was smacked, but the yip was done so quietly I could barely hear it, while the loudest thing coming from here was the ass smack.

I'm still looking back, seeing Larry's cock sticking straight out of his thick bush, bigger than ever. It bobbed heavily, the condom shiny with lubrication and ass-tunnel juices from Willie's hole. Larry's face was flushed, but his eyes were bright, and there was 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 buttocks, then the sloppy head against my asshole. I held my breath for just a second, and then the bright lights went on in my head as the pain flashed 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 getting smacked for crying out in pain.

Larry is relentless with his fucking technique, though, so I don't expect any mercy. He'll 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 pain from that initial penetration. My soft cock wasn't going to be soft for long, though. The thought of having Larry's slippery boner up my ass right after it had been up Willie's ass started my dick tightening up fast. Then Larry really got into a rhythm of thrusting with a hand on each of my shoulders pulling me roughly back into each thrust. It was a hot, fabulous fucking, and my boner was back up to one hundred percent bone-hard in no time, now aching from being so hard.

My head was jerking around on the towel with my eyes looking into Willie's eyes which were very big and shiny, watching me getting fucked. Willie

would lick around his lips with each drive of Larry's seven-inch boner thrust up my boy-pussy, the accompanying "Smack" sound of his crotch smacking into my buttocks punctuated each hump. He had a lot of energy, and I was in ecstasy for three or four minutes, beginning to feel my nuts tighten up. I loved that feeling of getting ready to climax; then the bedroom door opened, and Carl said, "Ain't that a picture!".

Larry slowed his fucking, and I wanted to yell, "No, please, don't stop!" I was ten seconds from blowing a hard load of spunk, a climax I desperately wanted to experience. But instead, all I could do was whimper with pleasure while Willie wiped my forehead with his hand and smiled, showing me that sweet manner he has as he whispered, "Doesn't Larry fuck good?" I nodded, smiling back at him, wanting to make out with him some more.

Carl got out of his clothes quickly, Larry muttering, "We're so freaking lucky, Carl. These are two fine boys we got here who 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, but Carl was about to drive his shorter cock back inside me, so I waited anxiously for that. Carl fucks me good! He casually played with his cock, looking at Willie, who had his ass back up in the air, ready to be fucked some more, so I did that, too, although Carl wasn't ready to fuck me yet.

Larry's big, hard cock, dripping with mixed ass juices and body-heated runny lube, went right back up inside Willie, all seven inches disappearing inside Wilie's pussy with him making that steam sound again through his teeth. Carl looked away from them, grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me up. I eagerly gave him a big, sloppy kiss, my arms going around his neck as I murmured, "Carl, you're my..." and his tongue went in my mouth. Precum dripped from my cock as Carl sucked on my tongue. He pulled my arms down and wrapped me in his arms; my body sunk in some rolls of fat, my arms trapped against my sides, as he licked and kissed my face and mouth. Stopping for just a second to lick and chuckle at the still sizable, hard, red bump of a hickey. Squeezing me, he sucked on the hickey until he got it sticking up taller and stinging like made, and then he went back to our make-out.

My fat boyfriend is strong, and each time I'm with him, he seems more confident about how he wants to handle me. He isn't asking me if anything is okay anymore. He's deciding what's okay, and I'm okay with it, too. I'm a huge fan of Carl Denton, and I'm worried my dripping precum will get on him and piss him off. I can't do anything about that, though. I'm getting claustrophobia within his arms and fat. After a relatively short but very hot make-out, he told me, "Get on your knees. You need to suck my cock and get me hard for your pussy."

Omigod, the relief of being free of claustrophobia was instantaneous, but I wanted him to do it all over again. I could feel how much he desired me, and that's what I wanted! What fascinates me more than anything else I've ever known is how, a few weeks ago, I thought I'd throw up if Carl kissed me, and now I love him hugging me and making out with me.

He's tough and rough with me, which is what I need to learn my place. Carl gripped the back of my neck with one hand and, with the other he roughly rubbed up my forehead with the palm of his hand, flattening my hair, mumbling, "I need to give you another haircut before l go on vacation. You need a summer haircut, so I'll give you a boy's burr haircut with whitewall sides."

Whatever. Biting my lip, thinking what I'll say to tell Chubby, who has been giving me haircuts since we were twelve. Well, we're not twelve anymore, and he's getting his hair butchered by that animal, Rickie. Carl is an excellent barber, so I say, "Thanks, Carl."

He mumbles, "We've only got about five minutes. 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, rubbing my nose in his stiff pubic hair while he rubbed my head, murmuring, "Enjoy yourself, Newman. You've got a thing for me, don'cha?"

I sure do! His cock has the best head of any cock I've seen. Very bulbous and great to suck. Yeah, I liked sucking Carl's cock, and I got an almost instant boner doing it. He's right; I got a thing for my man Carl, fat or not, I got a thing for him!

Carl muttered, "That's good enough, get over there next to Worthington. As I was getting up, Carl smacked my ass real hard, just like Larry did to Willie. I hopped, yipping quietly, just like Willie. I guess us 'bottoms' need a smack on our ass once in a while to keep us in our places. Stroking

my boner, I hustled over and leaned on the towel beside Willie.

I think the head on Carl's boner is the major reason he fucks me so good. His penis is shorter than mine, but that tulip-shaped head is not only great to suck on, but it feels fantastic plowing up my ass. I've got to give Carl props for predicting a lot of things about me that have happened just like he said they would, including me having a thing for him, and loving sucking his cock and, yes, loving making out with him, too. He's right about all of it, plus I admire how he handles himself and the way he handles me. He is a great mentor, and now I look up to him, and I'm proud to be his bottom boy.

Thinking about those things, I leaned sideways against Willie, touching from our torsos, the sides of our buttocks, and down our thighs. He looks at me, grinning, and Omigod, it's a thrill getting fucked beside someone as special as Willie; a wonderful shared experience. Willie retook my hand, and we held hands as Larry resumed methodically fucking Willie. Soon, Willie's eyes glazed over as he squirmed in sexual pleasure from the deep, rhythmic fucking he's getting.

While Carl lubed his boner, indicating he was doing me bareback again, I snuck a peek back at Larry, watching him using all of those seven inches of boner to plow Willie's ass with serious 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, there was that hypnotic, ballet-like thrusting of his hips. It was so cool to watch.

Then I felt the head of Carl's boner at the entrance of my asshole. My smile turned into a grimace when Carl humped his fat hips hard and pile-drove that great head of his cock past my sphincter ring and pushed it all the way up till his crotch was flat against my hairless ass, me grunting, "Ohoo," Carl pulled back his boner and slammed it back up inside me and then again and again, each thrust harder than the one before it. Another half dozen harder and harder thrusts, Carl breathing noisily now, his fat boner very tightly and smoothly going in and out of my rectum, every thrust setting off pleasure vibrations from a million-nerve ending and me groveling with pleasure sensations.

In the throes of ecstasy, I'm imitating Willie and pushing backward in my eagerness to have Carl's boner going further up inside me. It didn't take

much to loosen me up after the fucking Larry had given my ass ten minutes ago, and Carl's big cock head had me sputtering with saliva all over my chin, holding Willie's hand, my face against Willie's as I moaned, "Carl, oh, ooh, oooh! Carl..." I hate that I do this embarrassing crying out when he's fucking me; it just happens on its own. Carl, of course, loves hearing my pathetic moans of pleasure.

Feeling cocky, knowing how much he's come to mean to me, Carl shows off to Larry by pulling his cock almost out of my ass for a few

seconds to give my ass a spanking with the palm of his hand that left my buttocks red and stinging as he said to Larry, "Newman here accepts a spanking because I can do whatever I want to him. Isn't that right, Newman?"

Oh, fuck, I almost shot off my load at how dominant that was and how hot and sexy it was. I croak out, "Yes, Carl," sounding like a timid dork, but I'm in over my head and don't know any better. At the same time, in ecstasy again, I chuckle at my submissiveness to him, but it makes everything more sexual. The spanking and fucking have me moaning, whining, and crying out, "Ahh, ahh, Carl, it feels so good, umm..." my head going from side to side on the towel, trying to absorb all the sexual pleasure in the world.

Willie is first to blow, gasping he goes, "Ohh, God," as cum spurts out of that long thin cock of his, then a fat stream of cum follows as Willie shakes, muttering, "Ohhh," again, his hips humping on their own. The sounds and sights and smell of it all jerks me out of my pleasure trance, my nuts are hard round stones against my belly when Carl moves 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, like the make-out earlier, my arms are pinned to my sides. I'm docile as a ragdoll inside all that fat, so safe, so taken care of, and so sexually excited by Carl's dominant constant fast hip movement smoothly generated four to five inches of continual cock humping back and forth in my hole. "Ahh, ahh, Carl..." With his strong left hand, he moved my head to the side so he could get to my hickey and suck on it as I moan like a girl in heat with Carl fucking me steadily.

This is the best sexual arousal state I've been in so far in my life, and it made me recognize that I'm damn lucky to be Carl's boy. My voice is weird as I let out, "Eeeeeeee!" Cum pumping up from my stone nuts at the speed of light, flashing out my petrified-wood boner, burning my piss slit, but it was the most incredible climax in history. Carl was lightly biting the hickey on my neck, then he stopped, groaned, "Ahhh," and climaxed with cum gushing inside me, drooling out around his boner and running down the inside of both my thighs as fast as he shot it up there. That awesome cummy, squishy, slippery feeling of being filled up with a boy's sperm and the sloppy sounds it makes as he keeps thrusting his cock in my ass has me squirming at a million sexual pleasure sensations from head to toe.

This was a lightning and thunder climax for me. It was 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. I nuzzled the back of my head against his shoulder and sighed contentedly, forgetting that Willie and Larry were in the room. For a minute, it was Carl and me alone in the universe, and he wholly owned me.

Then the world returned, and I heard, "Holy shit, that was hot," from Carl, the words catching between each gasping inhale. "Whoa! Dylan, that will have to be it for today. I gotta join my graduation party, but this has been real, dude." I'm like, "No, Carl, don't go yet." That sounded like a

whine even to me, but I'd just had the best sexual experience of my life so far. I quickly turned around, facing him, and hugged him, clinging to him to stay, my arms not quite reaching around his body.

Willie's breathing deeply but almost normally, grinning at me as Larry said, "Didn't I tell you, Carl? That kid is yours for as long as you want or until you used him up. You really broke him in properly! Goddamn, you're good!" Larry was getting dressed, and the sound of his voice brought me 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, "Yeah, discipline, but he'll take what you're putting out. It'll be fun. Disciplining them is always fun, always a good time. Willie actually likes his discipline now. I mean, except when I need to take it up a notch."

What?

My head cleared, and it became apparent that I was acting like a dink, whining, hanging on, and begging Carl like a teenage girl having her first crush. I felt like a complete fool as I sheepishly looked over at Willie, who had his boxer shorts and pants on, holding his shirt, looking at me with a confused expression.

Jeez, I blushed like crazy and muttered, "I'm sorry for acting like a dorky cunt, but I'm new to this, and everything is happening so awesomely, it got me overly excited. I know I can't keep using the fact I'm new to this as an excuse for my immature, girlish behavior, so I'll get better." Then I see Carl coming out of the half bath and mutter, "Sorry, Carl." Shrugging like it's no big deal, he said, "You're fine as you are. I shouldn't tease you and get you all worked up. Hey, come here," I go over, and he hugs me, whispering in my ear, "Try not to talk so much. Just keep your thoughts between you and me. We'll talk about this when you come over tomorrow for your haircut. But call first, okay?"

Nodding, I feel my dick getting hard; Carl's so lovely to me. I'm lucky to have him as my mentor. I cling to him and mumble, "Thank you, Carl. Oh, God, I feel like everything will be great when I'm with you." He gooses my butt cheek, muttering, "Yeah, yeah, that's enough. Do what I told you, and stop talking so much."

I'm not sure if he's mad at me or what after his last remark. I look at Larry, who puts his cell phone away and asks, "What's going on?" Carl mutters, "I haven't told them yet," he grabs Willie's and my necks, pulling our heads together, "Listen up, you two! Larry and I plan on inviting you two girls to the summer house in Maine for a weekend or two this summer. How does that sound to you?" Willie and I are smiling because that sounds so cool. The mention of discipline a few minutes ago puzzled me, but I feel honored that Carl would invite me to vacation with him, and with Willie there, too, it'll be fabulous.

Carl, let's go of us. Willie was ecstatic, asking Larry, "Is Carl breaking our balls, or is it true?" Larry said, "Bro, we're roommates, you and I. Carl is my cousin, and he's joining us at prep school next year; we're family; of course, it's true. We're inviting you and Carl's bottom boy to Maine," and he looked at me, mumbling, "He ain't family, but Dylan's Carl's boy so he can come, too."

I nod because I want to be included. I casually take a step to him and lean against Carl, who absently puts an arm around me, mumbling, "But both of you will be disciplined if you're bad. Right, Larry?" He says, "Yeah, spankings will be handed out for laughs if we can't come up with a real reason for spanking you two, heh-heh. Christ, I ordered a fabulous spanking paddle online, but nothing to worry about because you'll be good girls, won't you?" He chuckles as I marvel how these three don't give a second thought about going to private schools, summer homes in Maine, BMW cars that Larry drives, or big, catered graduation parties like Carl's, and buying spanking paddles. There isn't anything special about that stuff to them. To me, I'm wide-eyed about all of it. I'll willingly take a couple of spankings to be included.

I was looking forward to the spectacular sex with my boyfriend, Carl, for sure, but the other stuff was also new and thrilling to me. A motor boat, a house on the ocean with a private beach... come on! Willie smiles at me, "I'll drive if that's okay with you." I nod, "Thanks, I thought we'd take a Greyhound bus or something." They laugh, thinking I was joking, so I chuckle, too. I was, of course, serious about the bus, but Willie's driving us, which is much better.

By the time we were over the excitement of the Maine vacation news, everyone had gotten dressed but me. I was still standing there with Carl's cum running down my legs. Carl gave me a look, "Why aren't you dressed." I grabbed my underpants and put them on my cum-wet ass as Carl went on, saying, "Okay, you two numbnuts can get something to eat and drink, but do not hang around Larry and me the rest of the day. We're all in the closet as gay lads, and we want to keep our sexual play between us. You two can hang out, but not with us."

Willie and I nod that we understand. Carl looked at me, saying, "And what are you doing, Newman? Jesus Christ, before you put on anything else, get your ass in the bathroom and clean yourself up. For Christ's sake, are you ten years old?" I said, "Oh, right, clean up. Sorry. Right away, Carl," and I did that. When I exited the bathroom, Willie was sitting in Carl's desk chair doing something on the computer. He looked up and said, "That's so cool, a weekend in Maine with the top guys."

I murmur, "I can hardly believe how great my life has been since Carl took me under his wing and is mentoring me. Can you believe I resisted him at first?"

"You didn't know any better, but he said you were a quick learner." If I had been alone in the bedroom, 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 gets me now. Yeah, after rolling around in his sheets, I'd jerked myself off thinking about how unbelievably sexy it is when he's fucking me. 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 my perspective is. For example, I perceive Chubby differently from how it was two months ago, and the same can be said about how I see Carl. Sure, he's overweight, but to me, he is one stud gay boy that I admire and look up to, and I'm proud he made me his boy and mentored me. 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 has helped me, too, teaching me how to make out with another boy. That's wicked hot, too.

Those types 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. Willie grinned, saying, "Earth to Dylan, what are you thinking?" I shake my head, "Oh, I spaced out. Um, did you notice the hickey Carl gave me? It had gone down some, but he got it redder and more swollen by licking, sucking, and biting it today. I'll probably have it all summer."

Still grinning, Willie mumbles, "You'll have it all summer if that's what Carl wants. Can I help you with anything, Dylan?" I was putting a bunch of toilet paper in my jockey shorts to soak up cum drool. Embarrassed, I muttered, "No thanks, I'm good." Then, done with the toilet paper. I asked, "Do you ever take it bareback? You know, without a condom?" He shook his head, "No, I never have, and the only guys who have ever fucked me are my boyfriend, Larry, and his cousin, Carl. And always with a condom."

Sexually satisfied and finally dressed, I follow my new friend, Willie Worthington, down the back stairs, out the front door, and around the opposite side of the house from where the party is happening. We eventually ended up where we'd started when we met. Willie says, "Let's get a plate of food, Dylan," and we did that. Our neckties were pulled loosely away from our necks, but other than that, we still looked respectable. That mattered because Carl might see me, and he expected me to look good as his boy, and I wanted to look good, too. Oh hell, I tightened the knot of my tie. Why take a chance of disrespecting Carl's wishes? The Marine taught me to respect my betters.

Willie and I ate on the back steps, away from the main party. The band played slow selections, but the crowd was still noisier than ever; many had been drinking spiked punch or beers all afternoon. Since we were told not to bother Carl or Larry, neither Willie nor I knew anyone out there that we wanted to hook up with, so we stayed out of the way.

In great detail, we went over how our tops had fucked us earlier, and we both agreed it was the hottest thing ever to be fucked together like that. Willie liked to describe his different feelings, 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 a central part of the 'in' crowd, and riding his coattails around campus was fun. 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 Sommerville Prep, even when neither one was gay. It was tradition, is what they tried to tell themselves.

He liked to talk, Willie did, and, partially because of that youthful voice, it was pleasant listening to him. Also, I wanted to look at his face, and I tried to get him to smile because his crinkly-nose-little-boy smile was adorable. I don't think he has a clue how cute he is. He thought being with someone as pretty as me was a thrill. Ha! He should look in the mirror more. I finished the last of my dinner plate, and it had been delicious. I had sliced honey ham, baked beans, potato salad, coleslaw, barbecue chicken, and a slice of watermelon. Both Willie and I could eat a lot despite being skinny-slim. After eating, Willie became more introspective, and instead of talking non-stop, he could be reticent for minutes at a time.

When he scraped his plate clean, I took both empty paper plates out to the trash barrel, dumped them, and then came back and sat on the step beside Willie again. We were both quiet, listening to the music, until Willie looked away and quietly said, "I almost shot my load when Larry pushed his cock back up my ass that last time. It was because he'd just had it up your boy-pussy, Dylan."

I could see the color rising on his face, so I turned my head, pretending to look at something in the trees. I was self-conscious about how he built me up to be special. I mumble, "Yeah, me too.' Willie said, "You make me hot just sitting next to me. Did anybody ever tell you that before?" I blew some air out and told him, "No, I don't believe anyone ever has," he said, "Oh."

He liked touching me when sitting, standing, or walking, and I liked it, too. I'm attracted to the mysterious, uniquely likable character that Willie projected. I couldn't focus on what made me feel close to him, which wasn'y all that weird since I hardly knew him. Willie casually put his arm around the back of my waist, like he did before, then pulled me into him gently and then just sat there, leaving his arm like that. It was so different. I looked sideways at him, and he turned to look at me, squeezing my waist tighter, leaned over, and kissed me, leaving behind a drop of barbecue sauce from the corner of his lips. I licked it into my mouth, and then we went back to just sitting there with him holding me around my waist without talking.

After a while, I put my arm around his waist 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, one of the wealthiest towns in Massachusetts. Weston was about ten miles from Framingham, where I live. Willie just

finished his sophomore year and was a little younger than me, but not a whole year. He'll be eighteen a few months after I turn eighteen. It was a quirky thing about his private school insisting students start a year later unless they were six years old before September 1. Willie missed it by one day. His birthday was September 2.

Willie's father is a franchise owner of four Dunkin' Donuts locations, so they're rich, but not because of the franchises. Willie's grandfather's father and great-grandfather made a fortune in oil and have been rich ever since. I told him about the Dunkin' store Chubby, and I went to, asking if his dad owned that one. Willie shrugged and said, "Who knows? I don't talk to my father."

To put it mildly, Willie and his father aren't best friends, and his mother is 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 he and Larry had been roommates for both years 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.

Eventually, Larry assured Willie that he was gay and rather forcefully insisted Willie suck his cock; then, a week later, Larry began fucking him regularly. Willie claims it's the 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 an interest in helping him know his sexuality. That was what Carl had done for me, too. Maybe Willie and I subconsciously had been looking for someone to take an interest in us. Perhaps I'd been pouting a little because Chubby had made other friends at just the right time for Carl to become a significant factor in my life. Willie appears to have been waiting for someone to take him under their wing for a long time since his parents didn't seem interested in doing any parenting.

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 steps and talked some more. By now, I didn't care who saw us walking with his arm around me. As we drink the spiked punch, he told me that Larry could be strict sometimes, but Willie appreciated that Larry cared about him enough to take the trouble to discipline him. Surprisingly, Willie wasn't embarrassed describing how Larry would spank him, "But only when I deserved it, Dylan. Larry's doing it for my sake, not his."

XXX

Later, Willie told me Larry smacks him across his face occasionally, too, but only when Willie won't listen. "Like when I'm being stubborn, nagging, or something. Because of the discipline, I'm getting better with that." Jeez, I guess I got off easy with Larry and Carl. There were a couple of smacks on my ass, but that's all. It seems gay bottom boys like Willie and me need to expect some discipline from our 'top' guys. I raised my hand into Willie's longish hair at the back of his head, which was silky, making me think of how 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 they mostly didn't. He had one because Larry wanted him to.

I played with his hair and had to admit it was sexy having long hair. Considering what Willie told me about his top and discipline helped me understand the Marine 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 more or less routine in relationships like ours, but I had no idea that was so at the time. Now I know why I got that spanking. It's apparently a gay relationship thing. There's a lot to learn about being in a gay relationship. Good thing I have Carl to help me

through it, And now Larry and Willie, too.

Letting go of Willie's hair, I said, "Jesus, Willie, gay relationships are complicated, not knowing how I'm supposed to behave at different times. I'm learning as I go along." Willie said, "Oh, you'll do fine, Dylan. Just be sure to do what you're told. Our 'tops' care about us. They're not sadistic bastards the way some dominant gay guys at school can be. We're lucky." I nodded, and then Willie added, "You are much too cute for Carl, like I told you earlier, but he fucks you good, and Larry told me Carl broke you into his way of thinking the right way. But, between you and me, you can do way better if you want to."

Willie told me these things in a heartfelt way, and I had to keep that in mind, or else some of the things he said would make me guffaw in his cute face. In any case, this was a lot to think about. 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. Number two is my understanding that if not for Carl, I wouldn't have experienced any of the hot, sexy climaxes I've had, and I wouldn't have met Willie, who I know I'm going to be good friends with. The catch-22 point is If I wanted to convince myself I wasn't gay, never giving it a chance, I'd have led a lie of a life without knowing it. What?

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 as Willie said, which was, "Listen to Carl and do what you're told, or in Maine, your backside will be pretty sore, but you can rest assured he'll do his duty with you even if it's not fun."

I believe the spanking stuff is greatly exaggerated. My smirking face indicated that, so Willie nodded and reinforced his comments, "After this party, you'll be Carl's project, and that's maybe when you'll get disciplined as Larry did for me. I know my place now, so there's less need for spanking me. I'm not hoping you get it as bad as I did, but I'm just giving you a heads-up about what might happen."

Heh-heh, bullshit. He wants me to get it now that he's passed that stage with Larry. I didn't mention to Willie that I knew how much a spanking can sting. When a Marine spanked you, you know it, but I won't tell Willie about that. I wasn't connecting with Willie on this topic, so I'll drop it, but I'm going to check this shit out on Google later.

We'd finished our drinks, and Willie handed me his empty cup. I dumped the cups in the trash, then sat beside him again, and his arm came around me as he asked, "When can we get together, Dylan? You and I could be a cute couple. I have all the experience, so I'll be your dominant top." He says everything so sincerely I had to laugh, then say, "Sure, Willie. That will be so much freaking fun. You can spank me and then fuck me?" We laughed at that, but later, I wondered if he was joking.

I know I can be naive about gay stuff, but Willie seems naive about things, too. I don't get the confident experience sense from Willie that I always feel when I'm with Carl. Willie seems to believe the only possible gay relationship has to be dominant/submissive. I'm not confident enough to challenge Willie on that assumption, so I drop it. We get another spiked drink, and I think I'm getting drunk. We've been sitting there for quite a long time, and I'm getting nervous about still being at the party after Carl told us not to hang around too long after eating.

When I suggested leaving, Willie didn't want me to go. "Please, don't go, Dylan, I've got such a fucking crush on you it hurts my nuts. Make out with me again." 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. After that, you can go."

The way he phrased that made me pause for a second. That sounded as if I was not allowed to leave until he shot off in his pants. Then he says, "Oh my God, I never thought there'd ever be a boy like you in my life." It was funny how he said something in a demanding way and followed it up, saying something that sounded humble. I said, "Making you cum in your pants might be something Larry can do, but I'm just learning how to make out." Willie goes, "What are you talking about? You're a great make-out partner!"

Willie took my hand and led me to the same pantry he was taking me to when we got called to be fucked by our tops, Larry and Carl. He seems very honest with his emotions and compliments me, making me feel special. In the pantry, Willie did not show any awkwardness or hesitation; his kisses became more and more passionate, kiss to kiss, and it was wonderful but overwhelming at the same time. His making out was much more intense than earlier; there was much more sexual heat than earlier, too.

He'd concentrate on sucking my lips, one at a time; his lips sucked my lip away from my teeth in a kind of sloppy, sexy kissing that 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 flattened against one another. 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 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. I was going to cum, and I wanted to cum, but Willie broke away and whispered, "I almost passed out, Dylan. I forgot to breathe. You are so wonderful I could kiss with you for a week," and then he nuzzled his chin against mine, then licked and kissed my neck, sending chills all over my body.

While he was doing that, we heard a loud, "Hey, you two!'' Our heads were swiveling around, looking for who had discovered us, but no one was in sight. "Fuck, let's walk out front, Dylan. We have been busted." As we left the pantry, I asked, "How could anyone see us? There are no windows in that pantry."

We're outside looking around, but Willie doesn't seem concerned whether we are busted or not. He held my hand, chatting away about getting my cell phone number and putting it on his phone. By the time we were done with that, my dick was back to its usual floppy self. Willie stands very close to me. That's another odd thing he does. I mean, no one stands six inches in front of you when you're just talking. Willie does, though, and I

told him that he smelled good and that I hated leaving, but I didn't want Carl to get mad at me for staying too long. This didn't go over very well with Willie.

Willie put his phone away and nagged me to return to the party for one last cup of spiked punch, but I insisted I had to get home. He finally shrugged and made a face, then said, "Oh, alright. I know I'm nagging, and I'm sorry about that." I couldn't help myself; he was so close to me that I ran my fingers through his clean, longish, silky hair again and grinned at him. I had such a good time with Willie, and I didn't want to leave either, but I was going to anyway.

Then Willie slapped his hand against his hip and said, "Fuck, Dylan. Oh, no! I just remembered I won't be able to get together with you until probably after we go to Maine. I'm off to Las Angeles to spend time with my grandparents on Friday. It's a good time out there, but I wish I weren't going after meeting you." He looked so dejected, I patted his shoulder and said, "Oh fuck, I'm disappointed, too." At the same time, I'm thinking about how he just got out of boarding school for the summer, and his parents are sending him to California. That sucks!

Willie said, "Three weeks seems like a long time not to see you," 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 reluctantly done, "Bye, Dylan. You are so hot! I'm so glad we met." I said a quick goodbye, and he jogged to the side of the house where the main party was going. His eyes were teary.

During my walk home, I had to smile because Willie returned to the party after Carl had explicitly 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 funny.

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

I've decided I'm going to brown-nose Carl by calling my ass a boy-pussy whenever I'm around him. I want to show him that I'm on board with him about everything. Chubby was late getting home from work and was a little cranky, 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 ask Robby to double-check to ensure there isn't a job with his parents this summer for Chubby. As we ate dinner, I told him about the party, except for all the sex parts and everything I did with Willie. Chubby said, "That party sounded boring. How did you manage to stay there for hours?"

• That's a good question, especially considering that I left out every fun thing that happened. What should I say?

• To be continued...

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