OLIVER'S ADVENTURES
Chapter 25 (Backsliding)
by Donny Mumford
Surprisingly I slept very well that night after my scary, but sexy Aaron encounter and what followed during that night of 'Amazing Grace'. I'm rested and feeling almost okay. Inside my ass is still slightly sore, but nothing worth worrying about. Without even thinking about it I give my soft dick a few strokes and then remembered how sore it is from my own rough treatment jerking myself off last night. It feels better this morning, but my face blushes thinking back to how dramatic I got with myself last night. Everything seemed so intense and out of control last night I definitely overreacted, which resulted in me being overly melodramatic. At least I was alone and no one witnessed my drama queen act. I'm not implying the basic conclusions I came to last night aren't valid, because they are; it's just that things seem clearer in the light of day and this morning I'm no longer thinking it's quite the end of my world yet. It's fairly obvious that my brain gets confused when it comes to sexy boys and that I've been over the top with sexual activities recently. It's simply wrong behavior, and unhealthy, and maybe even dangerous. It's a shame our maker supplies the human body with only enough blood for either the brain or the penis, but not enough for both of them to function at the same time. But don't get the wrong idea, I really am taking my over-sexed situation seriously. Last wednesday night Christian raised some very important points about me and my sexual activities and those things are a definite concern to me. During the past few months I've been careless and irresponsible to myself and others. Slutty is probably how some would characterize my behavior. I don't like it, but it is what it is. And, I admitted to myself last night that I need help. I still feel that way this morning, haven't changed my mind, but perhaps today I'll be able to do a little more rational thinking about all this, that's all I'm saying. Right this minute though, there's a need for some necessary bathroom activities; and no, not that one.
Twenty minutes later, dressed and looking almost too good, I go downstairs to check out the smell of bacon frying. Saturday mornings at home mean mom's special breakfast. Last Saturday I woke-up in Alexander's bed and didn't eat a thing all day except that half a chicken salad sandwich he fed to me around one o'clock as I lay there in his bed. I was still in his bed at six o'clock that night too, with the North twins for company. I didn't have a chance with them! They innocently attacked me; the boys simply don't know any better. That situation quickly became impossible to stop because I'm far from a martyr when it comes to gay sex. See, that's an example of me engaging in gay sex not wanting to hurt the boys' feelings. Hmmm, maybe I'm rationalizing with that a little. I'll think about things later. Downstairs I find mom and dad in good spirits and the three of us joke around about how it's like old times. Mom cooking bacon, waffles, scrambled eggs and pan fried potatoes with onion and green peppers. Eventually they'll be large glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice too. That's dad's job. Unfortunately he can make a major production out of just about anything; like selecting just the right oranges. So, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice is not as simple a thing as you might imagine. Dad's using the old electric juicer that makes a weird whirring sound which I managed to be a good sport about, only mentioning two times how annoying it is. Ha ha. My contribution is to drive to Dunkin Donuts for three medium takeout regular hot coffees. For the hell of it, I put the top down on the Mini, leaving the windows up with the heater blaring to combat the beautiful, but cold, November day. Using the drive-up window at Dunkin Donuts, where there's a middle aged woman behind the window making a face at me, She gives a small shake of her head, disapproving of the audacity of me putting the top down on my convertible, I suppose. In return I give her a huge one hundred watt smile, figuring it will probably make her day, but instead she turns away frowning and says something to someone and they have a good laugh. 'Fuck you sweetie', is what I think of that, but don't say anything except for placing my order. Back at the house I find all the breakfast fixings are ready and we do have a great breakfast without my parents grilling me too much on what I've been up to lately. After breakfast, feeling quite content that my nourishment situation has been taken care of for the moment, I need to do some thinking about my big problem; the one about me being over-sexed. First off, what to do about my date tonight with Myers, I mean with Pattie. Hmmmm? I know what I thought was the right thing to do last night, but now I'm wondering if it's too rash a move; canceling a date at the last minute is rude.
It's best to do my thinking away from my parents because if I'm quiet for three minutes in a row they want to know what's wrong. I love my car so a nice drive is just the ticket and I'll leave the top down for this drive too. The doom and gloom of last night needs to be replaced with some common sense. In my car, cruising around thinking, I'm still convinced that Joey's my salvation, but comparing myself to the wretch in the Amazing Grace song is a wee bit overly dramatic. I mean, that song's lamenting slavery and I'm not quite that bad. Plus, there is just no good reason to punish Myers for my screw-ups, so why cancel our date. Damn! Again with Myers, I mean Pattie of course. But really, there isn't any way to get out of seeing Myers too if I'm picking up Pattie. Plus, I promised Pattie I'd help Myers with his computer so I don't want to go back on my word. And being sensible about it, if I confess all the other stuff to Joey, what's the difference if one more screwup is included? Giving Myers the fucking of his life will be my last over-the-top act for the foreseeable future. Myers would be disappointed if I don't come through for him, and anyway, it's important to keep your word in this world if you expect people to respect ya. Damn, this sounds like rationalization 101 again, but so what. Just because I've been messing-up recently is no reason to disappoint Myers and Pattie again. No need for me to go over and over with this, because that's just a waste of time. Whether I'm rationalizing or not, the bottom line is that it's my obligation to keep my word. Of course, I'm not going to keep that appointment with Aaron; no way am I seeing him again. I never said I'd be there in the first place, Aaron just assumed I would. God damn him anyway, he sure had his way with me last night. Oh my God though, I've never cum that hot before. He's magical or something. Fantastically hot, but I'm simply too immature to handle him. Christian's right about that immature and self-confidence thing. So, I need to stick to my decision to avoid guys like Aaron. See, I can display some self control when I really, really need to. Just to prove it to myself, I drive past the Townline Hoagie Shop. My heart's beating fast, and I can't swallow which is weird because I know Aaron isn't working now. How could he be, he'd worked late last night. I need to park out back and look at that supply room door again; just curiosity, and see if I have the balls to check it out. Oh man, what if he is here?
Parking my car and then feeling brave I walk up to that infamous door and turned the knob, but it's locked. Putting my ear against the door I can hear the exhaust fans blaring away. Whoa, I gotta gotta get here because I'm getting a boner just from hearing those familiar exhaust fans. For sure I need to stay away from here. No takeout food, no nothing involving the Townline. Me and the Townline are parting ways, at least until Christmas break, and even then, if I see Aaron serving I'm not going in. Walking back to my car feeling brave for visiting the scene of the crime, while at the same time I'm feeling stupid for even coming here. When I drive away from the Townline there's gravel flying up behind my car's back wheels from my abrupt departure. The rest of Saturday is spent helping dad pull up the carpeting in the finished basement. It's being replaced with new carpet next week and dad saves a hundred dollars by getting the old one up. Then we take it to the town dump. Let's just say this afternoon isn't the highlight of my Thanksgiving break. We have take-out Chinese food for our early Saturday dinner. Mom and dad leave for the movies at five-thirty and I get ready for my date. I'd showered before dinner, and before getting out of the shower, what the hell, my pubic stubble is itching so I use dad's safety razor to shave myself down there and do it without a nick. Joey's on my mind the whole time; can't wait to shave him when we get back to the university. His pubes will have grown out some and I just know he's going to shoot off a giant load while I'm shaving him. Damn, it's fun taking care of him!
Uneventful drive to Pattie's house where her stocky Mom let's me in, saying, " Oh, so you're, Oliver. Yes, yes, I remember now. Let's see, I'm suppose to show you to Myers' room so you can help him with something." She points to the left at the top of the stairs and said, "His room's next to the hall bath. He always has his door locked, God only knows why, so you'll have to knock." I say, "Thank you," and start up the steps as she shouts after me, "Mr. Reynolds and I are off to the Mall for linens. Please tell Myers we'll be home by nine o'clock". Nodding my head at her, smiling slightly, thinking, 'linens?' At his door I knock quietly. The door opens and Myers sticks his head from behind the door and goes, "Oh, good! It's you, Oliver." Walking inside I immediately smell Myer's BO and it's just like I remember it. Odd, but it's still somehow pleasant to me. The first time I'd met Myers he had blond spiked hair and an arrogant attitude. Challenging attitude and he's quite strong; he actually bullied me. Back then he had the beginning of a scruffy teen mustache too, as well as some teenager's zits on his forehead. On the plus side, he has shiny white teeth, he's small sized like Pattie's, and also like Pattie, he has cute dimples when he smiles. He's a slightly chubby boy about two inches shorter than me. Nothing special in the looks department I guess, but there's just something very sexy about him. Puffy lips, dark brown eyes that seemed real deep and his facial featured are nice enough. It's that something, that indefinable something that makes him sexy, to me at least. Myers is seventeen years old, although he has almost always acted older than that around me. The second and subsequent times I've seen him he's had dyed black hair, emo style, and sometimes he wears black eyeliner or black lipstick; into that Gothic crap with dark clothes and such. Each time I see him he's less chubby, but never skinny and when I fucked him last September I noticed only a bit of baby fat around his waist, not much, but his ass was still on the big side compared with the rest of him. Great ass for fucking actually.
As I look at him now I notice a small discrete earring in his left earlobe, his hair's back to it's natural blond color and looks very nice in a neat preppy haircut, he's lost some more weight, clean shaven, real nice crisp look to him except he's wearing only a stained, scruffy looking jock strap. Myers steps tentatively towards me and gently hugs me, saying, "Oliver, you look beautiful; I mean, handsome. Let's get your clothes off so they don't get wrinkled." That makes sense I guess, but I need to ask something first, "Myers, what's with the jockstrap?" He says he just liked to wear it and that he'd be glad to undress me, and what the hell, I let him. There isn't any discussion of computers, he and I both know this isn't about computers. No way can I get out of fucking him, and I knew that when driving over here, but I have a guilty feeling about it considering the tirade I directed at myself last night, but this is the last time ever so what difference will one more fuck make. Even though I'm resigned to it, there isn't that buzz of excitement I usually feel before sex, so that might be a little step in the right direction already, and it makes me feel somewhat better thinking that. Bobby and I fucked each other a week ago yesterday, but that was it for me doing the screwing. Well, I'm not counting Noah because he screwed himself on my boner; I shouldn't have to count that one against my total. There I go again with the rationalization; man, I got a long ways to go. With Joey's help and support, it'll get done. I just hope I'm not underestimating the difficulty of stopping cold turkey. Snap my fingers and no more of this random, casual sex that I've been into lately probably isn't going to happen.
While my mind's wandering, Myers neatly folds each piece of clothing he took off me, and piles each one on a side chair. He pulls down my boxers while kneeling in front of me to suck my penis. It startles him seeing me clean shaven down there, but only for a second. He goes, "That's cool. It feels good too," as he rubs all around were my pubes would normally be. We hadn't discussed him sucking my dick, or anything else for that matter, but it feels good and I'll let him enjoy himself. His hands are cold, but his mouth is warm and nice. Just a three minute suck to get me to semi stiff, poor kid must want it bad. He stands up as I'm stepping out of my boxers, and Myers presses his body against me, molding his body into mine with his arms wrapped around my back. "Oh, Oliver, I love your slim body. I'm going to stay on my diet until I'm just like you." He squeezes me tighter, not seeming older then seventeen today. Sort of involuntarily, I wrap my arms around his neck and run my fingers through his hair. It's clean and silky, sure is a pretty shade of blond, and smells good too. It's always nice to be held in such an intensive, all inclusive embrace by another boy and especially when the other boy gets aroused like Myers. He can't catch his breath and that's flattering; it's nice holding onto him too and we begin moving the sides of our faces together and then our lips just seem to meet. His puffy lips and juicy mouth are excellent, his tongue is just right; not one of those big fleshy ones or the little hard ones. He has a great tongue for French kissing and Myers has always kissed like lovers kiss, not wild and ravenous like he's hot for sex. It's gentle, with seemingly a lot of emotion behind it. I can sense how much he's into our make-out and I want to do everything I can to give back what he's offering. His boner's poking out the front of his jock strap and my dick's getting hard too. Like I said, this kid is definitely sexy. It's surprising that Myers has this strong underarm BO today because the rest of him appears so clean, especially his pretty hair. His mouth taste fresh and good as we kiss for two minutes or so and then Myers puts the side of his face against the side of mine again and whispers to me in a hushed, out-of-breath voice, "From the first time I saw you, Oliver, I wanted you. I think about you every day and feeling you naked like this is so awesome; thank you, Oliver," and he rubs his cheek against mine and kisses me again before saying, "Please do me the greatest favor in the world by fulfilling my hottest fantasy." I ask, "What's that Myers?" and he whispers so I can barely hear him, "Wear my jock strap."
As soon as I say, "What? Wear what?", he lets go of me and adroitly steps out of his old, beat-up jockstrap and kneels down at my feet again, mumbling, "Just for a while," and he pulls on my ankle. Without thinking I lift my foot and he slips one strap around my ankle. "Please, Oliver. It'll be fun," as he's pulling on my other ankle. I say, "What the fuck are you doing now, Myers?" but I lift that foot too and Myers slips the other strap on my leg. Standing up slowly he pulls his jockstrap up my legs and adjusts the cup over my cock and balls, then hugs me again. His cock and balls swinging in the breeze now. Any stiffness in my cock drained away with this jockstrap nonsense. I exclaim, "Myers, this thing is scratchy and stiff." He's hugging me around the waist again, muttering, "Oh, that's just my dried cum. I've been jerking off in that jockstrap for years. It's never been washed either." God damn! I laughed out loud at how nonchalantly he'd said that. He seems serious... like, it's just five years worth of my dried cum, piss drops, and sweat you're wearing there on your cock and balls. It really gets me laughing. Myers pulls his head away from mine, and with a quizzical look on his face, quietly says my favorite word, "What?" My laughing quickly runs it's course and I say, "This fucking jockstrap is coming off right now, Myers," than in a nicer manner I say, with my lips brushing his ear, "No offense intended about your favorite jockstrap, I'm sure it's top grade, but how can I fuck you while wearing it?" I try saying it in a comical way so his feeling won't get hurt and Myers giggles, before saying, "Let's lay on my bed a second."
We shuffled over without letting go of each other and Myers nudges me backward onto his bed, so I'm now sitting on the edge of the bed, which hadn't been made up from this morning, although the sheets seem clean. He lifts my legs up on the bed and gets me lengthwise on his double bed, then adjusts his pillow under my head. Crawling onto the bed with me, he lays right on top of me, moaning quietly, "Oooooooh, this feels so good. I can hardly believe I'm laying in my bed with you, Oliver. Your skin is so perfect and you are so sexy and hot, I'm just squirming with pleasure." He puts both arms around the back of my neck and squeezes his face against mine as he makes that pleasure sound, "Mmmmmmm, oooooh," and now his BO is floating and shimmering in the air around us. His underarms are damp as they incidentally rub parts of my shoulders; Myers is all about getting as much of his skin touching my skin as possible. Frankly, he feels good on top of me and it's real special to be desired like Myers desires me. It makes me feel awfully good. I feel relaxed with Myers and had my arms lightly go around Myers neck now, rubbing my fingers through his soft blond hair and massaging his scalp. He has an perfectly shaped head, sloping out slightly in the back, totally round at the crown, it's like you'd draw it if you were able to depict the perfect boy's head. We don't talk for awhile, just doing subtle squirming against each other. Myers, breathing harder than normal, talking in that mesmerizing stage whisper of his, "I knew you wanted me too, Oliver, from the first time we saw each other. You devoured me with your eyes. It made me self conscious at first and I covered that up by being a bully to you. It wasn't nice of me and I'm sorry. Remember that, Oliver?" This is an awkward topic because of course I remember, but I need to be careful how I answer or I'll confirm to Myers that I was devouring him with my eyes. Best to lie. I say, "Sorry, Myers, but I don't remember doing that; I'm always staring at people. It's a bad habit I have." He pulls his head up about two inches in front of mine, holding my head between his hands, and with a very pleasant look on his face, he whispers, "I groped you and knocked you onto the sofa. It was obvious to me right off that I'm a lot stronger than you, so I took advantage of that. Like I already said, I'm sorry I did it, but you got a boner each time I bullied you; I could feel it. Don't you remember? That's why I knew I turned you on. Am I right?"
His breath is so clean and fresh-smelling, quite a contrast to his BO. Swallowing hard I'm trying to think how to answer him. This line of conversation is totally out of the blue and the last thing I expected. He thinks I've got a thing for him, and I think it's the other way around; well, actually he admits he has a crush on me so I got that part right. Without waiting for me to think of the correct thing to say, Myers leans his face down close to my face, his smile forming those cute dimples, and he rubs his nose against mine, then he begins his luscious making-out technique. It isn't long before my arms are tight around his neck again, my boner sticking out the top of that old smelly jockstrap of Myers', about two inches or so. His body moving on top of me becomes so erotic, all the shivers and chills from so much contact feel so nice and sexy. Myers is maybe the sexiest make-out boy I've ever come across. It's clear he loves what he's doing, and while I need to fake it with his sister, I din't with him. Myers puts all the feelings he has into every move he makes. I'm very aroused, thinking, 'No worry about being hard enough to fuck him, and I'll bet he's going to need it real soon'. His hard, sharp boner pokes my bare belly like a steel spike. Myers' penis is slightly undersized and cut. The head of it isn't as wide as the shaft' on almost every guy I've seen the cock head is bigger than the shaft, and do I ever love to suck on young fat ones, but that's for another time. Myers' cock get wider the closer it is to his body, giving the impression when he had a boner that his cock is pointy, like the aforementioned steel spike. The end is of course blunt, but it's definitely an unusual penis, at least it is from my experience. In addition to being unusual, it's also, at the moment, wet and leaking.
Our make-out goes on dreamily for ten or twelve minutes and my boner has a wet head by then too. Gasping for air, Myers pulls away with a string of saliva connecting from his bottom lip to mine, then the saliva string brakes away from him and swings down wetly across my chin and onto my neck. "You're delicious Oliver, even better than I dreamed. Are you getting hot yet?" I tell him I'm hot enough for anything he has in mind. He rubs his nose against mine again and his tongue goes back inside my mouth, but only for a few seconds. He sucks my tongue quickly, then drags his lower lip up against the inside of my upper lip pulling it up, and then lets it drop back down, and delicately encloses my nose in his mouth with his bottom teeth lightly on my upper lip, and his top teeth on the bridge of my nose. His tongue begins a slow hypnotic lapping up the front of my nose, filling my nostrils with his spit and I briefly think of Aaron's variation of this from last night and wonder where younger guys like Aaron and Myers learns these sexy moves. It's unbelievably sensual, but I can't breath and I gasp short burst through my mouth. It should be a simple thing to breath through my mouth except my senses are totally messed up and all I can smell is Myers saliva, which is very pleasant, but usually one makes-out in one's mouth and you breath through your nose and this is just the opposite, and so unexpected from Myers it's captivating. He's licking up the front of my nose like a dog might do, and at the same time running his fingers through my hair from my hairline back to the crown of my head. With Myers' body on top of me, his spit up my nose, his massage of my head, it's spellbinding. Doing a big inhale through my nose sucks all Myers' spit through my sinuses and I swallow a good amount of his saliva. I'm totally not fighting him, not struggling at all. My arms loosely around his neck, I think of Daddy's word, docile, and that's exactly how I am right now for Myers. I'm gasping for air through my mouth and making pleasure sounds in my throat, "Mmmmmm," and humming sounds at the same time, laying limply under him as he licked my nose and plays with my hair squirming on top of me poking me with his steel spike and spreading his BO on my shoulders; it's total domination once again.
Less than a minute of that, and Myers pulls his head up with a wonderful grin on his lips and does the nose rub with me again, coming away with his own spit on his nose. I need to sniff up again hard, and then blow out my nose a number of times before I can breathe through my nose again. Myers wipes my face with his hand helping me get his saliva off. Then a sweet, soft kiss on the lips and he slowly slide himself down between my legs, and sitting back on his ankles, puts a hand behind each of my knees to lift them up, and with just precum as lube, he humped his pointy boner inside me pushing his entire five inches up there and then humps me slowly a half dozen times. His facial expression is pleasantly serene and I can't stop myself from moaning in pleasure at the feel of him inside me; oh God, it feels good. Totally unexpected development of course, but I'm on the verge of cuming from his initial insertion and follow-up humps. He has the perfect boner for a sexually fulfilling and awesome feeling fuck. I'll never get that humongous high of going to the stars and back from Myers fuck because his penis isn't big enough, but oh does it ever feel good in it's own way. His hands are on the back of my thighs, with my knees bent so that my feet are bumping his hips on either side of him with each hump of his steel spike up my rectum. There's a look of disbelieve on my face, my mouth open slightly and my eyes open wide with wonder; how did this happen? Myers raised his eyebrows as if to say, "Ain't this great!" and then he makes a gesture with his head, nodding toward my legs as he spreads them out and slowly and takes his hands away. I hold them in that position, spread-out and dangling, as he gives me a sweet grin and another head nod indicating, 'Good, just like that,' and then he stretches the elastic straps of his jockstrap that I'm wearing, pulling the cup down under by nuts and leaves it there pushing my nuts tightly upward. I go, "Ooh..Ahhh," as Myers begins stroking my boner. It isn't some violent out-of-control thing; the way he's fucked and stroking me, I mean. Everything is smooth and fantastic feeling, it's creamy smooth like pudding and it's got me moaning and squirming with abandon with the pleasure of it all.
My eyes start to flutter each time Myers thrust his hard boner up my hole, he matches each thrust with a stroke on my cock. There's a lot of drooling from my cock's pee slit which Myers uses to help his hand slide tightly on my boner. He isn't holding it too tightly though, pretty much the way I hold it if I'm doing a casual jerk off to allow the pleasure to last awhile before orgasm occurs. If he quickened his stroking, holding it more tightly, I would cum instantly. Every two minutes or so of fucking and stroking, Myers lets go of my boner to lean down as I lift my head towards him to for kisses on my mouth and him sucking on my tongue. Then back to slow fucking and stroking and he has me so hot it's ridiculous; Myers is controlling everything and I'd do almost anything he wants. I can't hold out very much long although I wish I could because this is wonderful. Myers picks up the speed of stroking and thrusting his cock up my ass as he makes his own sounds of pleasure and it comes on me fast. With Myers stroking my cock straight up from my groin, I grunt, arch my back and squeal embarrassingly as spurts of cum shoot from my cock, then another grunting squeal as a long stream of cum flies up and out in a loop and splashes on Myers' shoulder. Straightening my legs on either side of Myers, tightening my stomach muscles, I force out three more spurts of creamy cum hitting Myers' stomach. The sensations are beyond description. Myers tightened his grip on my boner after that first spurt and keeps stroking me and thrusting his cock in my ass through all my shots of cum, milking my nuts dry with me gulping and groaning and humping my hips. He fucks me harder after my climax and three minutes later shoots a large load of teen cum up inside me, slamming his crotch into my ass with force; at least five or six spurts of cum as his head is back with his eyes and mouth tightly closed, moans of intense sexual arousal escaping his throat.
After his climax, he continues humping me in silence. Looking at him through half closed eyes, I see Myers, his face red, sweat on his forehead and top lip. He's leaning over me slightly now, a hand gripping each of my hips, his cum leaking out of my hole causing a slapping sound each time his groin smacks against my buttocks, "Splat, splat, splat, splat,splat." It feel so good. He hadn't cried out with his climax, just the low moans, then he'd blown lots of air noisily through both his nose and mouth and made a whistling sound sucking it back in. Finally satisfied, he pull the jock back up on my semi-limp package and flops down on top of me again, wiggling up my body to kiss me. I don't lift my head this time and because I'm taller than Myers his cock pulls out of my hole by the time his mouth is on mine. His cum drools down the inside of both my buttocks to eventually wet the sheets; quite a lot of it too. Now Myers is kissing me in a more frenzied manner, his spit's all around my mouth again and his sloppy, cummy cock is slipping around between our bellies. I join in the make-out with my arms around his neck again. He's gotten me going really good with his earlier make-out and the awesome fuck while stroking my boner and I've got some real feelings for him. Our make-out lasts a few minutes and then Myers wraps his arms around behind my neck and squeezes the side of his face next to mine, exactly like he'd did it earlier. With my arms still around his neck I wrap my legs around the back of his legs and we're tight together with our cocks semi-hard once again, his messy cock between our bellies and mine hidden away in Myers' jockstrap; both of them feeling good. My cum from Myers' body squishes and slides between us as we moved a little against each other. It's almost like a sexual three-way sex act: me, Myers, and Myers' BO. That's all I can smell by now, his saliva smell being overwhelmed by his BO smell which hangs in the air like an entity. I'm not complaining, I like it fine.
Myers appeared oblivious about everything except holding onto me. Without a word we stay in that tight embrace for quite a while. It's like a great safe, wicked nice, pleasurable place without sound except our quiet breathing. Wrapped up tight in Myers and my arms, legs, and body; wrapped up together in everything that's us is a bit surreal, I've never quite experienced some like this before. I want to stay with him all night in his room, in his bed with Myers fucking me whenever he feels like it. When a hint of a guilt trip for doing this slips into my head, I'd hug Myers even harder thinking, 'What's so wrong with this? Why can't I do this without feeling guilty?' We hold on each other until Myers brakes the silence. He speaks, in his customary whisper, right into my ear and it's mesmerizing. He says a long speech and I'm listening to every word, "I know you probably won't believe me, but over the up-coming Christmas break you and me, Oliver, are going to bond together tightly and sexually; so good will be our sex you'll find it difficult to stay away from me. I just know we're going to be boyfriends and I'm going to treat you like you deserve and give you the sexual pleasure you need. After Christmas break, you'll be driving up from college for secret rendezvouses with me in motel rooms. I've never been more positive of anything in my life: we're made for each other and you'll soon need for me to fuck you, you'll have a physical need for me to fuck you and I'll never let you down. I'll fuck you in many different positions to bring you pleasure; sometimes gently like tonight and other times I'll be doing me hard.You won't know ahead of time which it's going to be, which will build your anticipation and pleasure. I know you think I'm crazy to believe this right now, but you'll see I'm right in time." I stare at him, mesmerized and almost believing him. He looks back at me for a second, then says, "Turn over on your stomach and push your ass up," as he rolls off me. Without hesitating I turn over with my ass pushed up and Myers lays on my back, then slides his cock up my ass and fucks me hard and fast. He's rough, smacking the back of my head a few times as I writhe with sexual arousal like I can't even describe. Desperate to cum again I reach under me to get my dick out go Myers' jockstrap, but he smacks my head, saying, "No!' and my hand comes away as he humor my ass. It's so hot and dominantly sexual I have tests in my eyes. It should have taken longer for a second orgasm this soon after my first, but quicker then the first my back arches with Myers on it and I fire my cum load in his jockstrap that my boner's painfully poking out away from my body. My squeals and moans announce to Myers I've climaxed and he pulls his boner out of me, quietly saying, "Turn over again, Oliver." I'm whimpering with sexual sensations all over my body and I'm as submissive as I've ever been as Myers straddles my chest, a knee on with side of me and squirms his body up until he gets a knee on with of my biceps and his boner hovers over me, dripping with cum from my ass deposited the from Myers' first climax. He doesn't even need to tell me, I open my mouth and he leans down sliding his wet sloppy boner I'm my mouth on my tongue. I try sucking it off his body for maybe a minute, he grunts and shoots another nice load of teen boy creamy cum in my mouth and I twirl my tongue in it savoring the taste before swallowing it.
He slides his body down without a word and be get in another tight embrace with our mouths locked together as our tongues dance with each other. His BO's surrounding us and then he pulls his lips away and lays the side of his head on my chest as we both breathe deeply and contentedly. It's a mesmerizing performance by Myers and that's for a number of reasons: our long, long tight embraces, one we're in again, the stage whisper voice he's using, his wet lips touching my ear, the strong smell of him, and mostly the preposterous dominance of Myers and my submissiveness to him. His proposed plan for us during Christmas break from school seemed a fantasy, Myers' fantasy of his true love, which I can relate to and it sounds okay to me even though I know it's impossible. I wish it wasn't impossible and if I was in a different set of circumstances I could love Myers because he's sincere and has a lot of affection for me. It's crazy of course, but I've had fantasies of true love for years myself. Now, at this point in my life, my fantasy of finding true love seems to be replaced by finding a way to stop jumping in bed with every gay boy I run into, and to find the one for me to truly love. Can it be that it's Myers? THE ONE to fall in love with, not the twelve or nine or whatever I'm having sex with. Maybe my current concern for finding a way to stop fucking with every gay boy who's willing is fantasy 'cause it sure seems like a fantasy at this point. Myer's fantasy is innocently sweet and I kiss him, saying, "That Christmas break scenario is a long shot, Myers, but you're a wonderfully dominant sexual lover, and stranger things have happened." Myers and I are slippery with sweat between our hot, naked bodies. I'm not about to completely break Myers' bubble by telling him there's no way his fantasy can happen, because I know anything can happen. Plus, I don't want to hurt his feelings, I really like him. This whole experience took me by surprise, but tonight makes me feel very fond of Myers. Myers smiles at me, satisfied with my reply because he probably expected it, but he's probably also still confident he's right. The he glances at an alarm clock on the bedside table, exclaiming, "Jesus, look at the time, Oliver. It's seven-fifteen." We've been doing this for over an hour. Myers is concerned for me now, "We need to hustle Oliver. I'll help get you cleaned up for your date." He sits up in bed and with a finger on his lip, he says, "Let's see, you're fifteen minutes late right now, but Pattie is always at least a half hour late so actually, you're still early." He's back in a kinda hot-shit mood and it makes me smile; I like his logic. We hop out of bed and Myers pulls his jockstrap off me, then grabs my hand and leads me to the door, unlocks it and peeks out a crack. With a giggle, he pulls me by my hand into the hall and we hustle into the hall bathroom, our penises flopping against our nuts. Myers locks the bathroom door. My ass and the insides of my thighs are sticky with Myers cum, and my chest is sticky with mine, and I can still taste his cum.
We take a shower together, Myers shampooing my hair and scrubbing me all over with thick soapsuds on a rough washcloth. Then, while I rinsed off, he used the same washcloth to wash his own body, without going near his underarms. I've got to ask him about that someday, but not today. He looks so new and shiny stepping out of the shower, a determined look on his face because he's determined I'm not going to get in trouble. That was a damn good time, hot as just about any time I've had with another boy and I'm looking at Myers much differently now. There's a lot more to Myers than I ever gave him credit for. He's obviously got it bad for me, he thinks it's love, and he can be so sweet and unassuming and considerate, while at the same time he's dominantly sexy, still in a sweet way, and absolutely molten hot during sex. That second fuck had me as submissive as I was with Aaron, maybe more because Myers is so fond of me while Aaron just wants to dominantly humiliate me as he gets his rocks off. What diverse dominant experiences for me. I guess Aaron made me cum harder, but I was a total mess before he was done with me. Myers, on the other hand, sweetly had his way, but is now concerned I'll get in trouble so he's helping me get cleaned-up. We dry off, Myers urging me to hurry, then he takes my hand again, peeks out the door to be sure the coast is clear, and we hustled back to his bedroom. It's seven-twenty-five. Myers helps me get dressed while I tell him he's very special, and that if for some reason it doesn't work out for us, he's going to make some boy a great boyfriend and that boy's going to be very, very lucky to have him as a boyfriend. Myers tells me I'm nice to say that, but he's positive we're meant for each other and he goes on, speaking fast, about how much he loves me and he knows I'm hot for him; he just knows it. We don't have much time and he's so sincere about all this he has tears in his eyes before he's done talking. When he begs me to do a favor for him, I give in to his wish and wear his jockstrap tonight on my date with his sister; he puts on my underpants. Supposedly we'll exchange underwear during Christmas break. I know very well he'll try the same seduction he laid on me tonight when we exchange jockstrap and underwear and I can as of right now I'm not at all sure I'll be able to resist him; as of right now I don't want to resist him, so I've got a long ways to go to get my self control working. A few minutes later I'm outside on their front step smoking a cigarette. Five minutes later Pattie comes out to tell me she's ready to go and she's sorry she kept me waiting. Then she informs me we're going to this big party that a lot of the in crowd from high school will be at. She's kinda part of the in crowd, but not really in the inner circle so she needed to wangle an invitation to the party from a friend. I'm not listening too closely because my mind is on Myers and how hurt he's probably going to be with my rejection of his fantasy during Christmas break; that's if I'm able to reject him. If I find I can resist him, I'll soften the blow by conveying to him about my heartbreak when my Frankie fantasy blew up in my face, and I can stay friends with Myers. Other guys have feelings too, and I've been cavalierly misrepresenting myself to some of them. Guys like Alexander are using me just as much as I'm using him, but guys like Bobby and Myers and others, and especially Joey, they may read more into me having sex with them than exists, and therefore be hurt by my irresponsible behavior. I'll be honest with Myers next time I see him and hopefully I'll have the willpower to resist him, explaining we're expressing affection for each other through our sex, but it's not love and there's a huge difference.
Thinking back to my flip attitude about my parents not understand the new hot-shit Oliver, I cringe hoping I can get rid of this version of myself before they recognize it. Can't wait to hug Joey and ask him for help. He's such a good person, maybe some of his goodness will rub off on me. Pattie's saying something kind of loudly so I look at her and mutter, "What?". She claims I'm spacing out on her again; she'd told me twice to turn at the light back there. Mumbling, "Oh, sorry. I've been thinking about going back to college in a couple of days and what's ahead of me there." She's like, "Focus on the present, Oliver." I grin, sort of, and make a u-turn. The entire ride has been uncomfortable for me because I'm worry about hurting Myers, and I'm worried about my whole sexual situation, and because of this damn jockstrap of Myers I'm wearing. The cup's stiff and it scratches, and it's a totally weird feeling. Actually, I'm not even wearing underwear, except for the cup portion of the jockstrap. This is the first day of my pledge to turn my life around and I spent an hour in bed with Myers wearing his jockstrap, making out with him and having sex with him. And it's awesome. It's going to be harder than I thought turning my life around. The pleasures of gay sex with boys around my age is so enthralling, so exhilarating, so tempting and available, challenge of giving it up is gonna be monumental; I see that now, thanks to Myers.
Making the turn on the correct street, I stop thinking about me and realize how relatively quiet Pattie's been during the entire ride. Pattie being quiet has never happened before, not that I can remember. She's looking pretty good, but she has some tightness around her eyes. I asks if she's feeling alright and she gives me a sweet smile, showing off the same dimples Myers has, and nods her head. Damn, Pattie's another person I'm misrepresenting myself to; man, do I suck! We park down the street from the house of the party because lot's of kids arrived before us. Pattie's quiet as we walk around the house seeing who we know. It's suppose to be a soft drinks only affair, but isn't. The first drink I get is a rum and Coke and Pattie's sipping on vodka and tonic; ugh, what a horrid drink that is. I recognize some guys from the swim team, who are on break from college like me. They're dating high school senior girls like I'm doing with Pattie. We exchange lies about our universities and pretend to be buds, while I consciously remind myself to stop adjusting the jockstrap cup because it looks like I'm playing with myself whenever I try to get it to fit more comfortably, but my wad of cum from Myers' second fuck is cold and wet. Funny, but as the night progresses, I meet almost half the guys at the party and not one comes on to me or seems gay in any way. This is progress for me, maybe. The way I meet these guys is Pattie introduces me to them and we mostly make small talk about college. I'd seen some of them in high school last year although they ignored me then. They don't seem to remember me, but I was sorta invisible back then. Pattie introduces me to virtually every girl at the party as her boyfriend and I get the feeling she's showing me off hoping to make them envious, which is weird since I was an outcast in high school. I certainly don't think of myself as someone who would make anyone envious, but Pattie evidently does. She drags me from one girl to another for short chats and I'm introduced to each girl's boyfriend or date, if the girl is with a date or a boyfriend. Leaving one little group we get a drink and wander to another with Pattie saying basically what she says to each of the girls she knows, "Hi, Beth! I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Oliver Nickerson. Remember him from last year? He was the senior class valedictorian; Oliver's got that rare academic scholarship to the University of Pennsylvania, can you believe that? Isn't he cute? Big man on campus too, ha ha ha." Then she turns to me, and says, "Oliver this is Beth Brown, and her date, Tom Green," or whoever. We'd all shake hands and sometimes the girl say, "How'd ya land this hot one, Pattie?" or the guy will say, "University of Pennsylvania, wow! That's a tough school to get in." It went like that all night; not much fun for me, but no one seems to be having a particularly good time. Guess I didn't miss out much not being a member of the in crowd. Pattie seems to enjoy being the center of attention. I try adjusting the jockstrap when we'd walk from couple to couple, using both hands in my pockets method of adjusting my junk. It still looks like I'm playing with myself, but the jockstrap is driving me crazy.
We'd make small chit chat for a few minutes, then Pattie leads me away making it seem she has me tied around her little finger. I don't really care because I don't know these people, and maybe Pattie's using me somehow too, but I don't care about that either because it makes us even, sort of. I smile a lot and pretend to be interested in whatever they all talk about. There's a DJ playing all kinds of music, including that house music with the hot beat Frankie and me danced to. Pattie and I dance and I show off the dance moves Frankie taught me which impresses Pattie and is fun for me. Pattie tells me my dancing has the other girls taking notice and making fun of the way their boyfriends dance. They'd point to me asking their dates why they can dance like I do which inevitably gets a dirty look for me from the guy. It further enhanced my image for some of the girls at the party, but doesn't endear me to the guys. I don't care about that though because I don't particularly want to make friends with anyone here. My biggest concern is the jockstrap chaffing my dick when I'm dancing, and the semi-hardons that produces. I guess if I'm honest I do feel a little bit like a celebrity to the girls, but overall I'm bored with the whole thing and spend quite a bit of time smoking outside and then listening to Pattie telling me I should quit. Pattie and I are getting something to eat from the buffet when she stops, puts down her paper plate with tears running down her cheeks. She tells me she'd been looking forward to this party, but this morning she got her period and she's in pain. Well actually she said, 'Her friend visited her this morning and she's in pain,' and seeing her crying, I said, "Who was it, and what did she do to you, Pattie?" Giving me an exasperated look she told me she was referring to her monthly menstrual cycle. She's been having severe cramps all day and she's in pain right now and reluctantly asks me to take her home. You know, I really feel sorry for her. Usually I'd be like, 'Yes!' early date termination, this rocks, but I'm pretty down on myself and want to be a better person, so I don't do anything that selfish; instead I commiserate with her, hugging her and holding the car door for her, then drive her home without getting lost. She mumbles, "You're a real good guy. Oliver," when we kiss me goodnight. She doesn't really know me very well.
It isn't even eleven o'clock and I normally would head over to the Townline for a hoagie or a cheesesteak, but not tonight. I'm afraid to go near Aaron. Stopping at burger king instead, I order a whopper and a coke. The rum has me woozy and I don't want to walk in the house slightly inebriated when my parents are still up. Taking my time eating, so that when I finally do drive up to the house the living room lights are out. I park in the driveway and quietly go in through the back door and down to the basement. No new carpeting yet; just the cement floor, but it's a finished basement with a big screen TV and I want to watch Saturday Night Live. Weird, but I feel closer to being drunk now then I have all evening. Probably something about all the alcohol working it's way into my blood by now. Flicking on the TV, I get comfortable on the love seat. Then, don't ask me how or why, or what the hell I was thinking, but I do end up with Aaron in the fucking supply room again. I'm such a dick! It's late, my hands are tied again and I can't hear anything except the roar of the exhaust fans. Aaron's more stoic then ever. Tonight he's wearing the same kind of Harry Potter eyeglasses that Frankie used to wear. Aaron snarls that he'd lost a contact lens and needs to wear these ridiculous glasses till Monday. I just barely hear him as he shouts it in my ear. Even weirder he'd gotten another haircut and it's very similar to Frankie's flattop. The similarities to Frankie on this dominant eighteen year old have me deeply aroused. Aaron's going through his routine steadily tonight; the way he moves reminds me a little bit of a robot. Weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, scary feelings knowing I shouldn't be doing this. I keep looking over my shoulder at Aaron with his Harry Potter glasses and his dark hair cut in a flattop. I asked him about that and he told me he hates it but his father made him get it cut like that, and he'd just gotten a haircut last week too; he didn't even need a haircut. Aaron's going through the same steps he went through Friday night. My wrists are tied tighter then they were on Friday though and when he pulls my pants down he struggled to get them past my knees and down near my ankles. The sneer on his face when he sees Myers' jockstrap is maybe the reason I have this scary feeling in my stomach. Aaron bends down to yell in my ear again, "You'll going to get it for mocking me with that jockstrap!" He must mean I'm going to get another spanking and this is much more frightening then I remember it being. He's sexy as hell, but seems angrier tonight; maybe because I was late getting here.
Pulling my sweater up near my shoulders Aaron squeezes three lines of vegetable oil high up on my back; then, using both hands he spreads the oil on my back and around to my chest, really rubbing it into my skin. More oil is squirted on my back and tonight he spreads it up under my sweater, to my armpits and then up on top of my shoulders. Then a lot of oil on the back of my neck; a slippery hand cups my forehead pulling my head back so my neck is stretched back, as his other hand spreads the oil over my face and between my lips as the thundering exhaust fans conceal my pathetic protests. His hand, with the long fingers dripping vegetable oil spreads it under my chin and the front of my neck. Letting go of my forehead I feel four streams of oil squeezed onto the top of my head and it massaged into my hair. When my hair is dripping with oil he uses both hand to bunch my hair up from the sides to the middle of my head, like a mohawk hairdo. Beginning at the back of my neck he works more vegetable oil up into my hair and all over my face again; tonight extending it down to my chest through the neck opening of my sweater. It's so hot in that room the oil rolls off me like oily water as my head hangs between my tethered arms. More oil is squirted on my back and then, standing behind me still, he spreads a lot of oil down to my waist and around my sides and up to my nipples and all over my chest again, then more on my stomach, down my belly and finally my crotch. Thank God I shaved down there tonight or the spanking might be serious. Aaron methodically spreads the remainder of the second bottle all over my ass. As my hair stands up on my head he goes for the third squeeze bottle, with oil dripping steadily from me, I keep my eyes and mouth shut and wait for whatever else he wants to do; my cock aches in it's incredibly stretched condition standing straight out from my body, so tight it barely moves. He flips the second empty bottle in the trash with the first, and squeezes vegetable oil from the third on my ass and with both hands goes back to massaging the oil into my buttocks and around to my cock and balls as I moan and whimper in my deep submissive frame of mind. I think I love him. Both of Aaron's warm hands slide the oil up under my hard nuts and then squeezes them painfully as his other hand strokes my hard dripping, cock. My body glistens, dripping with oil and perspiration, as precum leaks from my boner.
Oil from the third bottle is squirted up and down my left leg and then both hands go around my ankle and the oil is spread around my leg up to my knee and then my thigh until he's at my butt cheek and back down my leg. Streams of oil are squeezed on my right leg, all up and down it and both his hands wrap around it and travel up and down my leg until my whole body is quivering, covered in goose bumps with my shoulders shuddering and me moaning like a heifer that's just been brander with a white hot branding iron. Aaron's breathing hard, his breath against my ass cheeks, his hard cock poking the back of my legs as he stands up and starts spanking me with hard slaps with his wet, oil soaked hands. The slapping sound can almost be heard, or maybe the stinging on my ass makes me think I can hear the slaps. When tears are running down my face with the oil and sweat he sticks the nozzle of the squeeze bottle in my anus and squeezes a lot of oil inside me as his boner bumps against me here and there. Cupping my forehead again, he pulls my head back painfully and puts the nozzle of the squeeze bottle in my left nostril to squeeze lots of oil up my nose; so much so that it runs down my sinuses and I swallow a mouthful of oil. Then my other nostril and another mouthful of oil in my mouth is also swallowed. I'm covered in vegetable oil inside and out; literally drenched with a gallon of the stuff. My boner's as hard as a boner can get, a six inch lead pipe sticking straight out from my groin, but the rest of me is as limp as a spaghetti noodle. My nuts are tight and sore up against my belly as Aaron reaches around to roll them around in his fingers like hard marbles.
Five minutes more of rubbing my ass and fingering my hole, the rest of the oil is squeezed up my ass with the nozzle of the bottle sliding past my anus with no resistance at all; I'm making unheard squealing with the pleasurable feeling all over my entire body and the need to cum has become overwhelming. The need for Aaron to fuck me is my whole universe now. When I'm ready to scream with the desire he spanks me again screaming in my ear about me disrespecting him for wearing Myers' jockstrap. The jockstrap's an insult to Aaron, but how does he know it's Myers? I'm again screaming silently as he spanks and spanks my bare, wet, slippery ass. My cock going mostly soft and floppy by the time he's done with my punishment. Looking behind me, hoping upon hope the spanking is over, see Aaron's boner and it's larger than ever with a big curve to it and it's huge swollen head is leaking precum like water from a spigot. No hesitation, he drive his long, fat curved cock all the way up inside me in one smooth motion and I hear myself scream for real this time. So slippery is my hole that he slide in easily, but it stretches my anus and rectum painfully. Reaching around around my bent over body to stroke my cock, and it's soon as hard and heavy as a piece of pipe once more. Satisfied my cock is sufficiently hard, Aaron begins the fuck of my life and I start cuming and cuming from the third smooth thrust, struggling to pull my hands free when, when, when, I fall out of the the love seat, landing the side of my ass on the cement floor? What the fuck...? I'm covered with sweat, not oil, but there's a load of spunk in the cup of Myer's jockstrap and my dick's hurting because the head had been poking against the jockstrap's cup trying to grow and to expand while spurting out wad after wad of cum. What a messy feeling inside there, yuck! But then tears fill my eyes because I'm so relieved and scared too, but mostly relieved that it was all a dream; well, actually a nightmare. My dreams are even dangerous now. It was almost one o'clock in the morning and the SNL comics are waving goodnight with the music playing loudly in the background and the audience clapping. Feeling totally beat-up, I get on my feet with my head and cock buzzing and I'm like, 'Oh, a rerun. I saw that one before', meaning both the show and the dreamed fuck.
to be continued... Chapter 26 (Confession) Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
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