Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2012 11:14:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR  Chapter 24  by Donny Mumford

			   DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

				Chapter 24

			     by Donny Mumford

Robby's with some asshole named, Neil-friggin'-Bender??? Give me a break!
Or is that little ball buster, Dodger, putting me on again? Hmmm? Dodger
says Neil approached Robby, not the other way around. That's good to know,
and I guess I can't blame Neil for that; I approached Robby too, and I'm
damn glad I did. That's the trouble with having the cutest, hottest
boyfriend anyone's ever seen: other gay boys are going to be just as
tempted as I was. Of course, I don't know for sure that Robbie and Neil are
doing anything sexy together. Yeah, that's it... think positively! "What's
wrong, Dylan?" asks Willie, looking up at me from his beach
chair. "Huh... what do ya mean?" I mutter, kicking at the sand
self-consciously. "You look pissed-off," he says, and then adds, "Did
someone on the beach do or say something to you that's upset you?" He
stands up now, ready to right any wrong someone has done to me. I smile,
and say, "No, no, I'm good. Lets go for a swim."  Willie goes, "Okay, if
you want to. I just can't stand the thought of someone dissin' you, Dylan."
He reaches out to puts his arm around my waist, and then squeezes my
side. It feels nice to have his arm around me again, like old times so I
don't protest. He looks me in the eyes, then says. "Come on, we'll do some
body surfing."  Actually, I'm surprised he put his arm around my waist, a
bit stunned by it to tell you the truth. He leaves his arm around there as
we begin walking down the beach towards the ocean.  It's what he always
used to do whenever we walked anywhere together, but this is the first time
on this trip. He tried holding hands a couple of times, but I squashed
that. Now though, I'm not going to protest the arm around my waist, even
though it's in front of all these people. I always feel awkward when he
does this, but we are in Key West, after all; and it'sencouraging that
Willie's doing something the way he used to, so I'll endure it and take it
as a good sign he's feeling more like himself. The last thing I want to do
is discourage him. After all, I am on a mission to help him get
someself-esteemback. It's bothered me in the past that Willie's sometimes
treatedme the way straight boys treat their girlfriends, but now I wouldn't
mind a little more of it. I'll take it as an indication that he's getting
out of his depressed moods. To encourage him further, I lean in against his
side. Willie smiles at that and tightens his arm around me, saying, "This
is more like it, isn't it?" and he leans over to kiss near the side of my
mouth, followed by, "God, I love looking at you, baby. You're the best
looking boy in Key West... I looked all day for anyone that even comes
close to you, and nada, nothing, no one comes close to you, Dylan. And
you're with me, which makes me feel great too." I mutter, "Thanks, Willie,"
and he comes back with an excited, "The last day or so have been more like
old times, haven't they?" He waits a few seconds, then asks, "Right,
Dylan?". What the hell, he makes me feel good, so I say, "You bet,
Willie. It's been nice." Willie gives my side another squeeze with his
hand, going, "Awww, that's sweet, and I've been thinking lately that you do
want things like they used to be. I think you really miss the old Willie,
and I've been thinking that ever since, you know, that terrible night". No
doubt about it, more of Willie's confidence is returning; he's becoming
more like he used to be when we were dating way back when.

Still, walking like this is weird, I'm very aware of that, but Willie used
to make me feel so special, and this is a healthy sign that he's
recovering. Anyway, I have been kinda missing this goofy
stuff... haha. After a few more steps I get another kiss on my cheek, and
then he murmurs, "I got an idea, babe; well it's more than an idea, it's
this: I'm going to take control of our date starting right now. I always
have in the past... and that especially holds true for our love making,
it'll be like old times.  I'm going to sorta insist on it." Geez, it's like
he read my mind. His fingers are now inside my bathing suit against my bare
flesh at the side of my buttocks, and it's sooo sexy. He's so sexy! And if
Robby can run around screwing every boy in Arizona, why shouldn't I have
some fun too. Leaning more against Willie, I say, "Yeah, I'd like that,
Willie, lets give it a try." He goes, "That's the kind of response you used
to give me, remember how great those days were?" Surprised at this quick
change in Willie's confidence level, I mumble, "Yeah, I do." Then I try to
lighten the situation with, "I'd like to take some orders from your
old-dominant-self, Willie; it'll be fun to take a trip down memory
lane. That's what I thought this trip was going to be when you told me
about it." And as I'm telling him this I realize that I do miss the old
times with him. We had some of the best times together. Willie stops us and
gets my chin between his forefinger and thumb to pull my head around until
I'm looking him in the eyes. "Okay, babe, but don't kid around, I really am
going to take charge of our date and I expect it to be like the old
days. I'm the boss, right, you got that, do you?" The way he's stiffly
holding my chin, and the fact that his other hand is now fully inside my
bathing suit, squeezing my buttocks, is certainly like old times, fer
sure. People are undoubtedly watching us, but I swear to God, it's a
turn-on to experience the old Willie. But I gotta say, it's hard to imagine
how fast he's turned things around. I guess the fact that his long ordeal
of being ostracized by his previous friends at prep, and threatened with
poverty by his father, is now past past history;he's starting over now. He
doesn't need to go back to prep school, 'cause he graduated, and his father
reversed all his punishments and apologized to Willie, so he's feeling his
oats again. I was hoping for, maybe not a complete return to yesteryear,
but something like his old self before this date was over. It's a drag
constantly dealing with his moping attitude, and I'm freakin' liking this
so far. Just the way he's talking to me brings back memories of hot times
and awesome sex. We've had good sex during this date, but Willie can take
it to a whole 'nuther level when he's feeling in-charge. I swallow hard,
realizing I helped bring this on. Then I make a quick decision to go with
it, and my eyes look down, as I mumble, "Okay, I understand; whatever you
say, Willie," and find I'm short of breath. Also I'm a bit confused about
what I've agreed to, but my dick is firming-up just like it used to do all
the time with the old Willie. "Okay," says Willie, "I've been wrong to
think I was too firm with you in the past and tried the nicey/nicey
approach with you, but I'm now thinking straight again, and I realize
that's not what you need. We're at our best when I'm sternly in charge of
things. And if you don't mind me saying it: I think it's what you want
too. Maybe you don't even realize that yet." I swallow hard again, wanting
to say, "Don't be silly!" except I like this feeling and I want to
experience what it was like when we were dating in the past. Hell, it's
about time he got it together, and now I can let myself relax and stop
worry about him. He can worry about things for the next few days. And it is
nice thinking I helped Willie get out of the doldrums too. I just hope he
knows it's a temporary thing, sort of a game. I don't want to ruin the
dreamy feelings I'm experiencing right now, so I don't clarify that. I let
his comments stand, and just nod in agreement. Being submissive to a hot
boyfriend can be sooo cool, and sooo hot too. I wonder when he decided to
assert himself like this? He's pretty clever at "reading" me, so he knew
when to do it.

All of a sudden the reality actually gets through to my brain that we're
standing in the middle of a beach full of vacationers and the resort's
beach boys, Willie's got his arm around my waist and his hand inside my
bathing suit. Of course some of them must be staring at this odd
demonstration. That thought passed through my mind a minute ago, but now
it's hitting home. My face turns hot and red as my eyes look over Willie's
shoulder and I see that there are people openly staring at us. "Willie,
people are looking at us!" He goes, "So what, we don't know them. Stand
still, I'm going to get my finger up your hole and walk you to the water. I
want you to get in your submissive frame of mind. You might as well get
used to it 'cause I'm taking this seriously." He's slipped into the
authoritative, confident way of speaking, just the way I remember it.  It's
like we've turned back the clock a year or so, in just the past ten
minutes. It's got me stammering now, "Nah, no, don't," He goes, "Shhhh!
Stand still and..." before he finishes his sentence I feel his finger poke
inside me, and then he pushes it up my ass a ways, which gets me going up
on my toes, and it gets my cock moving from one side of my bathing suit to
the other. "Ahhh, Willie, it's..." He interrupts me with a stern command,
"Walk to the water, Dylan," and that's what I do 'cause I'm anxious to have
us hidden under the water. His finger tip moves until it hits my prostate
gland and my dick firms up more as I stumble into the shallow water trying
to hurry to the deeper water. Soothingly, he whispers, "That's my boy,
Dylan.  Feel good?" I nod my head, not wanting to contradict him until our
bodies, or my ass at least, is under water. With Willie lazily running his
finger tip over my prostate, by the time we get to water deep enough to
cover our waists, the front of my bathing suit is poking out
noticeably. It's only a partial boner so far, but I'm beginning to get
sperm activity in my balls, probably from the sudden burst of authority
from Willie. It feels good though, so I push my ass against Willie's
finger, he says, "Be patient!". For a second I want him to bring me 'off',
but with water up to our bellies now I make myself push off with both feet
and pull loose of Willie's finger. Doing that pulls my bathing suit down
under my buttocks, but I managed to pull it up without exposing
myself. Willie dives after me and when we both come up we're face to face,
Willie's smiling and giggling. "That was like old times, wasn't it, Dylan?"
He looks so happy and so cute I have to smile back at him, saying, "Oh my
God, was it ever. People watching us got me embarrassed, but you never give
that kind of thing a thought, do you? You don't care what others think. I
should be more like that." Willie looks smug, but just shrugs while he
wiggles the finger he had up my ass in the water.

We swim a little, then Willie gets his arm around my neck pulling my face
to his, and says, "I'll teach you to ignore nosy people who don't know us."
I say, "I don't think it's something that can be taught, and anyway I'm
better at ignoring it thanI used to be."  Willie goes, "Okay, show me. Kiss
me on the mouth right here." Damn! But I take up the challenge and lock
lips with him.  My eyes close as his tongue, his amazingly awesome tongue
explores my tongue and mouth.  My dick gets hard again and by the time he
breaks the kiss I'm panting and grabbing my cock.  He smiles his cute
smile, then says, "See, I can teach you to ignore what's not
important. Concentrate on me, like I do with you. You're all I care about
on this beach, and while you might not believe it, I'm winning you back
quickly by being like I was before. Lately I've been kinda thinking about
that. I started thinking about it when I was in bed all day with the
hangover. I decided then and there that I need to pick myself up and slowly
resort to my old self, and that was before I got that great letter from
Father. After receiving that I knew what I should do, but waited for the
right time. I mean, you've been giving me signals that you're ready for me
to take charge like I used to and I'd made plans to do that; to little by
little, assert myself with you. I think it's good for you too, not just
good for me, although it certainly will have a lot to do with me getting
back to the positive-thinking boy I used to be." He squeezes the back of my
neck affectionately, adding, "I know how to pleasure you best, sexually and
other ways too. And furthermore you like it as much as I do." I'm kind of
spellbound by this burst of authority from Willie so I just stare at
him. He adds, "I'm a little surprised you're so willing to get things back
to the way they were this quickly, I thought it would take me longer, but I
knew you'd come around eventually because you prefer it this way, and so do
I. It's a win-win situation, isn't it, baby?" and he lifts my chin with his
forefinger under my chin, saying, "Look me in the eyes, Dylan." When I do,
he repeats his question, "Isn't it, baby?" Looking at him, and listening to
his boyish voice, I find myself falling into that strange semi-hypnotized
state that cute dominant boys can sometimes induce in me.  It's a dizzying,
pleasant feeling that's a step up from the dreamy feeling I had with Willie
just a few minutes ago. I feel younger than I am when I say, "Yes, Willie,
you're right." Then I add, "As usual." He pats my cheek, smiling, and I'm
smiling a small smile too, thinking that there's no way I'm giving up my
main boyfriend, Robby, but I don't say it... I'll save that for later. I'm
enjoying being treated like a submissive bottom, I'm basically that
anyway. "Okay, you can kiss me again," he says, and I do it with my arms
around his neck, and we both have hard cocks poking at one another by the
time we come up for air. He's right; I don't care what these other folks
think... why should I?Guess he's right, he can teach me how to ignore the
masses.  He's taught me many things, actually. After the kiss, we catch our
breath, and then Willie says, "We'll swim now. I'll race you," and off he
goes. He swims almost as good as Dodger so there's no way I can catch
him. As I swim I tell myself not to overdo it, no matter how good it makes
me feel. I'll just play along, but only until tomorrow morning... or
tomorrow night at the latest. Then I'll need to bring things back to
reality, but for now I'm going to visit with the old Willie. It's thrilling
actually, and it's been so long. Robby tries to be dominant, but this is
the real deal and it gets me hot! Hope I don't fall for Willie again,
hahaha. Truth is though, he sure knows how to dominate my submissive
side. "Live dangerously," is what I'm telling myself. And, I'm not telling
Robby what Willie and I do together unless he tells me everything about
that asshole, Neil.

Willie swims back to me and reaches between my legs to get a handful of my
cock and balls, "I want to own these, baby, and I bet some day you'll give
them to me. I just feel in my heart that it's destiny, you and me... I've
always felt that. It's like we were born for each other and if I hadn't
screwed-up by throwing Andy in your face we never would have broken up."
He's so serious it's mesmerizing. I start to say something but he puts his
finger to my lips going, "Shhhh, I don't want you to say anything right
now," and he squeezes my nuts pretty hard. "Owww," I go, and again his
finger to my lips, "Shhhh! I just want to get your attention. Remember how
I used to punish you when you were bad? You understood the necessity of
that back then." Being as serious as he is, I say, "We always compromised
in the past. You weren't some dictator, you know." He goes, "I'm always
willing to compromise with you. In fact, you got your way much more than I
did back then. And you know that's true too." The two years Willie and I
were boyfriends were great, now that I think about it, and he's right, I
got my way most of the time. Still, at times it didn't seemed like
it. Lapsing into my old ways, I ask, "What should we do now, Willie?" He
squeezes my nuts again and says, "How's that feel?" I go, "It feels good to
have your hand on my cock and balls, but it hurts when you squeeze."
Looking a hundred times more confident then I've seen him in quite awhile,
he says, "Remember how I showed you that pleasure can be intensified by a
little hurt, a little pain?" I don't specifically recall that although it
sounds like something Willie would come up with, and I think others have
made that claim as well. Truth is I really haven't had Willie on my mind
much for the last eight months or so. I murmur, "Not really. Guess I
forgot. Letting go of my balls, he says, "Never mind for now. Come on,
we're swimming back now," and off he goes with me following and wondering
"Am I really gonna go along with this?"By the time we're walking up the
beach he has his arm around my waist again and I seem to have decided to go
along for the ride one more time. My reasoning or rationalefor that, is
this: after Willie bosses me around for a day or two maybe I'll appreciate
Robby even more than I already do. Of course, now that I think about it,
Robby's been bossy with me lately too. Maybe that's what I miss. Oh fuck,
stop analyzing everything! Just go with the flow and have some fun.

Back in our beach chairs I see Dominic, Pedro's older brother, serving
drinks to a group not too far away. It makes me think of Pedro and the hot
sex we had together. Yipes! I wonder if Dominic witnessed Willie and me
making a spectacle of ourselves on the beach, and if so, will he tell
Pedro? My face gets red again. I guess Willie didn't teach me how to not to
care what others think about me after all. Of course, he means people we
don't know, so this doesn't really count. "You're blushing again,
baby. What's wrong?" Willie asks, and I mumble, "Oh, nothing, Willie.  I'm
overheated a little. Um, can we go up to the room?" He goes, "No, not yet,
in a little while. Light me a cigarette, would ya?" I light two and then
let my mind go blank to watch Willie smoke.  He seems to do everything with
style, at least he used to, and now I guess he's got his swagger back and
feeling more like himself. I hand a lit cigarette to Willie and he holds it
backwards between his index and middle finger so that the filter comes out
at the top of his fingers. He takes a drag and blows three smoke rings
which the breeze off the ocean quickly carries away. Not looking at me, he
says, "You've been the tonic this week that I've needed the entire past
year. You got me through my childish tantrum and saved my life.  That's
something neither of us will ever forget and I'm thinking it bonds us
together tighter than ever before." Now he does look me in the eyes, and
says, "I've been giving this a lot of thought. Some people say that saving
a life is like falling in love. The first step is love, the second is
mercy. Maybe there's some truth to that and maybe that's why you want me to
be like my old self... my old confident, take charge, dominant self." He
keeps staring into my eyes, but I have nothing to say to that random logic,
although it is captivating. After a few seconds he goes on, "The Chinese
believe that when you save someone's life, you're then responsible for that
life forever." Willie's speaking in a hushed voice that sends chills up my
back as my wide-eyed stare into his eyes continues. He reaches over and
takes hold of my hand, "Maybe you're feeling a little of that too, Dylan,
but whatever it is, I can feel us becoming closer and closer. My dream is
coming true... you want to be my boyfriend again." My lips move but I'm
hypnotized by his manner and his words, so I don't actually say
anything. He squeezes my hand, saying, "It's okay, I'll take you back. I
want you back actually, it'll be like old times again."

I'd like to think I know babbling when I hear it, but at the moment my dick
is once again poking up the front of my swimsuit. Willie stares at my
tented bathing suit as he takes a long drag on his cigarette, then lets the
smoke drift out his nose and mouth. In his normal voice, he authoritatively
says, "Smoke yourcigarette, Dylan." I go, "Huh... oh yeah," and take my
first drag. What the hell just happened here? With smoke coming out of his
mouth, he asks, "What do you think about what I said?" I take another drag,
and mutter, "I don't know. I mean, I loved you as a friend before I saved
your life so, ya know..." Shrugging, I mutter on, "and the Chinese thing, I
don't know either. But, we can't go back to the way we were, Willie. We're
different than we were then. Both of us." He finishes his cigarette, buries
the butt in the sand, and abruptly says, "When ya gonna realize, that the
time was just wrong back then?  You don't get it yet, but you will. I can
see clearly now, I can see my dream becoming real." I go, "The way you feel
about me is very flattering, Willie, but you know damn well I have a major
love affair with my boyfriend, Robby." Then to soften the blow, I add, "But
I hope to love yoursand my friendshipall my life." He goes, "You still want
me to be my old self?" Well, I thought I did a few minutes ago, but now I'm
not so sure... my trance-like state of mind has evaporated, but I don't
want to hurt his feelings. He seemed so happy a little while ago, so I say,
"You know I do," and I made it sound like I really mean it.  I wonder if I
do? Willie regains his confidence, saying, "Do me a favor then... run up to
get us a couple of iced teas." That got me back in the mood and I say,
"Sure thing, Willie!" What the hell, it's a small thing. I wade up through
the sand to the snack bar and get the drinks along with a bag of beer nuts;
Willie loves beer nuts. On the way back I let myself get a little excited
about being in bed with Willie later. I hope he does everything exactly
like he used to. Jesus! That thought gets my dick moving in my wet swim
suit again. Back at our beach chairs we drink our iced teas and share the
beer nuts with Willie talking in between mouthfuls of beer nuts. He says,
"Ya know, I gotta admit that that haircut of yours is terrible. There's a
barbershop in the resort. We'll have them even it off to a buzz.  I've
always liked you in a buzz cut." That's not what I remember, and anyway I'm
getting used to my haircut. I go, "Nah, I don't want to, Willie. It'll be
fine in another week." He goes, "We'll get it cut in the morning and that's
all there is to it. I want you in a buzz cut. I like to feel a crisp
haircut on your head. Enough said." I let it drop for now because I'm not
doing it anyway. A little later he says, "Do me a favor, Dylan. My foot has
a cramp, would you massage it out for me?" Hmmm, I've serviced Chubby's
feet a hundred times, but that's because he has a foot fetish. Oh what the
hell. I get in the sand on my knees, asking, "Which foot?" Willie lights
another cigarette saying, "Both of them," so I start massaging his feet one
at a time while he smokes leaning back in his lounge chair murmuring,
"Ahhh, that feels good." Willie has long feet; they're hairless and make me
think of Chubby's small, hairless feet. After five minutes my cell phone
beeps and I pick it up from my chair to see from the caller ID that it's
Chubby. Oh boy!

"Chubby's calling me, Willie." He says, "Tell him you'll call him back and
then finish with my feet." I ignore that, walk away a little bit and answer
with, "I thought you forgot my phone number, bro." Chubby says, "Never! I
miss you so much, Dylan. When are you coming home?" I go, "Aww, that so
sweet, but I've only been away four days. I'll be flying back the day after
tomorrow. Hey, how much do you miss me?" He goes, "Well, the first night
you're back I'm going to let you sleep with me and I'm going to tolerate
all your gay hugs and kisses. How 'bout that for how much I miss you." I'm
like, "Ooooh, that's big. That's enormous, but I'll want to sleep in my own
bed the first night I'm back." He interrupts with, "What the fuck, I'll
sleep with you in your tiny bed then. Okay?" Who's doing a favor for whom
here? Still, it's an offer I can't resist and I was only kidding with the
sleeping-in-my-own-bed routine anyway. I thought he'd just say, "Okay" and
leave it at that, and then I'd take him up on his offer, but this is much,
much better because obviously Chubby wants to sleep with me. Guess he
really does miss me. I say, "You got yourself a deal, and thanks. Now I
can't wait to get home." Willie calls out, "Get off the phone,
Dylan... you're being rude!" I walk away a few more steps while listening
to Chubby's tale of woe. His spring break has sucked. He hates the job and
to make matters worse he's had a huge fight with Mary Jo and it's awkward
because he's working for her father who seems cool towards Chubby now. Mary
Jo must have told her father about the fight, the bitch. I go, "I tried to
warn you about her, Chubby, but you never listen to me." He goes, "You
never warned me about her, you don't like her because she don't like you."
I say, "She never liked me because she thought you talked about me too
much. She's jealous of our awesome friendship." Chubby goes, "Oh, never
mind her, what have you been up to?" I tell him selected stuff Willie and I
have been doing, without saying Willie's name. We talk about the moms then,
and how they mentioned at Sunday brunch how much they miss me too, and by
the time we hang up I have a warm feeling in my heart and a loving feeling
for Chubby. God, he's so fabulous! I can't wait until my first night home.

Turning around I see our beach chairs are empty. Willie must have gone back
to the room without telling me. Guess he's pissed-off that I talked so long
with Chubby. Fuck, it's not like I was talking to my boyfriend all this
time. And now that I think of it, why hasn't Robby called me? I'd try
calling him again but I'd just get Dodger on the phone... I know he hasn't
returnedRobby's cell phone to him. What a brat! Of course Robby could have
borrowed Dodger's cell phone if he really wanted to call me. Too busy with
that turd Neil I suppose. Heading up to the hotel I'm thinking. "Oh shit,
what's Willie going to do now, punish me? Well, a little spanking can be
the start of something very sexy. It's been a while since my last
one... heehee. See, I'm thinking positively again. Anyway, it's more fun
when Willie's feeling his oats. He can get outrageous, but that makes
things interesting... some of the time. Letting myself into the room with
my card key I see the bathroom door is closed, so maybe Willie left the
beach because nature called. I've got to pee myself so I tap on the door
and say, "Willie, I need to pee."  He shouts, "Tough!"  I try the door knob
but it's locked, so I go, "Don't be like that, Willie. I'm sorry I talked
so long but it's my bro, I can't ignore him. We're super tight, him and
me." Willie goes, "What boy aren't you super tight with?" I go, "Willie,
I'm sorry, come on and open the door." There's a click and I'm able to turn
the knob and go inside the bathroom. Willie's naked. "I'm about to take a
shower, so the toilet's all yours. You're gonna get punished you know. This
is our old-time relationship, remember?" I mutter, "I know... sorry," and
since I didn't argue with him he softens his voice and says, "Okay, get
naked and take your pee; we'll shower together afterwards. You said you're
sorry and you've accepted that you need to be punished so I'm not mad at
you anymore." I play along, controlling my urge to chuckle at that
nonsense, as I pull off my swimsuit and pull my T-shirt over my head, then
say, "Thanks, Willie." He loves this and comes over to hug my back as I
stand in front of the toilet. "Here, I'll hold it for you," and Willie
reaches around to take my dick between his long fingers to direct my piss
stream. "Just keep your hands at your sides, Dylan." This is different, I
must say. His long cock is pressed length-wise down my ass crack. One of
Willie's arms is around my belly holding me tightly against him while his
other hand holds my dick. It seems a very dominant move to me and it makes
me feel submissive again. I lay my head back against Willie's shoulder as I
pee and he lectures me about the rudeness of cutting him off from my
conversation with Chubby. His lips brush against the side of my forehead as
he quietly talks, but I'm not listening to him. Instead I'm enjoying the
feel of his naked body against mine, and the feel of his fingers on my
dick. He slowly strokes my cock as I pee and it's a cool sensation feeling
the pee come out as he's gently stroking my penis. Have I ever mentioned
that at times I fear I may be just a tad over-sexed? In any case my cock is
semi-hard by the time I finish my pee.

Without commenting on my ever hardening cock, Willie shakes my dick a few
times to get the last of the drops off the head, then asks, "What are we
doing first thing tomorrow morning?" He's let go of my dick and is now
running his fingers through my short hair, so that's a clue what he's
referring to. Without thinking about it, I go, "Getting my hair cut?" and
he says, "That's my boy. Good answer. Now lets take that shower. You get
the water going and I'll get the soap and shampoo." He moves away and I
grab his arm to pull him back, saying, "Hug me some more, Willie. I liked
that you helped me pee." I'm grinning to show that I'm mostly goofing
around, although I did like it. He gets his arms around me murmuring,
"Yeah, I see that you're getting that old lovin' feeling for me again,
aren't you?" I say, "It's nothing serious, Willie, I just like the feel of
your hot body, that's all." He chuckles, saying, "If you say so,
sweetheart, we'll just see what we shall see." One of his hands is behind
my head holding our heads together, side by side as I face him; his other
hand is at my ass again. Sure enough, his finger rubs over my hole in back
as our cocks squish against one another in front. "I'm gonna take care of
you tonight, baby, and by tomorrow you'll be looking for more. Won't ya?"
It's nice feeling docile sometimes. Also knowing how much Willie adores me
makesme feel good too. I don't care who you are, we all like to be adored
and Willie and I have quite a history together so I'm enjoying being 'taken
care of' by Willie, as he calls it. He'll be disappointed when I tell him
he's wrong about me falling for him, but we'll both enjoy the ride until
then. I don't know if it's just me or if most guys my age are the same, but
I'm always ready for a hot time. Sometimesit doesn't work out well for me,
but if it's not hurting anyone, including myself, what's the harm. You're
only young once.

To his question about me wanting more in the morning, I just mumble, "I
don't know, Willie... like you said, we'll see what we shall see." He
mutters, "Fair enough, baby," and rubs my prostate causing me to go, "Mmmm,
ooh....' and then shiver as I blow out a long exhale. Willie begins kissing
the side of my face with quick little kisses as he moves his head until our
lips meet. Few boys I've been with make-out as good as Willie, and our
mouths are soon busy. As the make-out progresses and he continues finger
fucking me, my dick gets harder and harder and is soon bone-hard pointing
up between us. Willie's cock bones-up too and extends a couple of inches
above mine. He begins gently humping his long bone against my belly, our
shaved crotches rubbing together and it's an awesome feeling. A moan slips
from my throat and passes Willie's tongue as it leaves my mouth. When I
feel my balls moving up in their sack I know I'm about to cum, but Willie
breaks off the kiss and after six quick penetrations with his finger, his
finger comes out. Precum drools down my boner and another moan escapes my
lips. My face is hot and my body feels as if it's vibrating. Willie
mutters, "Come over here to the toilet again." He closes the lid and sits
down. I know what's coming. He motions at his lap saying, "Lay across my
lap and take your spanking like I know you can." I exhale and resign myself
to Willie's silly games. As I lay across his lap, he instructs, "Pull your
boner down between my thighs." When I do he closes his legs squeezing my
boner and balls between them. I grunt, but he's not closing his thighs so
hard that it's painful; just uncomfortable. "You kinda like getting
spanked, don'cha?" I mumble, "No," and he smacks my ass with his open hand,
asking, "Don'cha?" I mutter, "A little, I guess." Then he does four more
hard smacks on my left buttocks and now it's warm and stinging. "I need to
spank you because you disrespected me by ignoring me while you talked to
your brother. That was rude and you're never rude." Another couple of
smacks on my ass causes me to squirm a bit, but that's all there is to the
spanking. Actually Willie could have smacked my ass a few more times as far
as I'm concerned... it is kinda sexy, especially with my boner moving in
between is thighs. That thought almost makes be laugh out loud, but I
don't. He says, "Okay, get up now, Dylan. You're being so cooperative I
don't have the heart to spank you more.  I love your attitude, but I can't
say I'm surprised. I know what's best for us, don't I, baby?" I'm enjoying
being submissive, so I mutter, "I guess," and almost smile. He says,
"You're absolutely perfect!" as he pinches my cheek, adding, "And so damn
cute too." Then he goes, "Just stand there," as he steps over to turn the
shower on. He looks over his shoulder just as I'm grabbing my boner; he
yells, "Hands behind your back, Dylan!"  I can't help but grin this time,
then do as he says and move my hands behind my back while doing little hip
humps. My dick is alive with tingling sensations and the hip humping seemed
to occur on it's own as my boner bobs in front of me. More precum drools
out as I stare at Willie's long boner and long for it to be up my ass.

When the water is the correct temperature Willie motions for me to come
over to him. I stand in front of him with my hands still behind my back and
he puts his arm around my neck, murmuring, "You're gorgeous, sweetheart."
His breath is clean and sweet. Slowly he leans over and we do a wet, sloppy
kiss that makes a smacking sound when he pulls his head away. I'm
definitely in one of my dreamy, almost hypnotic states of mind
now. Everything seems magical as Willie takes my cock in his fist and
strokes it a few times with precum dripping over his fingers. Then he leads
me into the shower using my cock as a leash; the water from all those
faucet heads immediately drenches both of us with almost too-hot water as
we step into the large shower. Standing under the downpour Willie takes a
handheld sprayand directs the sharp, almost stinging, wateron my balls. I
utter, "Ahhhh," but it feels awesome. Then the spray is directed under my
ass so that my anus and balls feel the sharp, but tantalizing spray and I
grunt going up on my toes. "Feels good, doesn't it?" asks Willie. I gasp
while letting my hands come around to grab my cock, but Willie shouts, "No,
put your hands on my shoulders." I do that, and then lean my forehead
against his shoulder on my left hand. The sharp handheld shower sprayon my
anus and balls is almost too much stimulation and my balls churn more spunk
as they get ready to blow. Willie now moves the spray to hit my cock and I
clench my buttocks and stomach muscles to start my climax, but seconds
before that happens Willie takes the spray away leaving me with blue balls,
desperately needing to cum. He reaches behind him to put the sprayback in
it holder, then takes my hands off his shoulder and lifts my face to put
his tongue in my mouth and I'm so grateful because I know climax relief is
just moments away now, but he stops before I get-off, and turns me
around. Getting his hands around my belly Willie holds me loosely and
positions his long, hard boner at my anus. In one motion he pulls me tight
against him and shoves his cock all the way up my ass and I go, "Owwww!"
while seeing stars in a sea of blackness.  Willie quietly says, "Sorry
about that, baby, but while I was getting you all hot and bothered, I did
the same to myself.  You have the primo ass of all time, by the way. See
how my cock fits perfectly? If it were much longer it wouldn't fit so well,
but it's not. It's perfect for your perfect ass." I grunt, "It burns,
Willie." He goes, "Shhh..."

The water and his precum helped the entry, but forcing eight inches of hard
cock in one violent thrust leaves my anus burning. The burning recedes
rather quickly and Willie's right, his cock fills up my ass nicely, and
then, as he tightens his hold around my stomach, he gets his cock up my ass
a little more as my firm, round buttocks compress a tiny bit. His hairless
crotch tight against my hairless ass cheeks. That filled-up feeling soon
turns awesome and my ass seemingly wriggles on itsown as I go, "Ahhh,
yeah...". Willie bites myear, then asks, "Feel good, Dylan?" I mutter, "Oh
yeah, Willie. Fuck me hard," but he goes slow. That long rod of his is
slowly pulled out of my ass until just the hard, engorged head is pulling
my anus lips every so slightly outward.  Then the slow push back up my ass
and this time it's much smoother and my shoulders shudder. All the
sensitive spots of my rectum wait eagerly for the passage of Willie's big
cock and when it's all the way back in I lay by head back on Willie's
shoulderand moan quietly with pleasure... then the last extra tight feel of
his crotch on my buttocks and up his boner head goes the last half inch,
and he holds it there. My boner lost a little of it's hardness with the
initial penetration but it's back to being so hard it's stretching the skin
and spilling precum. Willie has my arms trapped under his, plastered
against my body, so I can't reach my cock, but Willie can and he does. He
strokes it with his fist all the way up and then back, then he does it
again and I'm sure my climax is coming, but he stops again. I mutter, "Ahh,
Willie," but can't come up with anything else to say. I feel my whole world
is composed of my ass, Willie's boner, my boner, and Willie'sbody: in that
order. If only this sensation of erotic pleasure could last and last, but
it's fleeting.  Willie does four quicker, but controlled thrusts, out and
in, and then picks up speed and fucks me for a minute or so until my boner
is sticking straight out and my back arches. The electricity in my balls
and cock have me gasping for air, then my hips trust out and I yell,
"Ahhhh!" as a blob of cum shoots from my cock to fly through the downpour
of the shower and splat against the tile wall. His cock pumps my ass and a
long, thin stream of cum leaves my uber-sensitivecock head followed by
three more smaller shots and it has me writhingwith unbelievable pleasure
in Willie's arm. He reaches down and strokes my boner pulling up drips of
cum as my whole body trembles for joy.

Then I can see again and my body is limp against Willie's and he pulls on
my cock a few last times.  Willie's breathing hard but he hasn't had his
climax yet. He says, "Bend over, baby, and grab your knees." When I do he
grips me with both hands at my hips and fucksme fast and hard bringing my
boner back-up. It isn't long before I feel his hard stream of cum splatter
inside my bowels. Willie leans over my back humping his boner up my ass,
dragging out every drop of spunk from his nuts. It's awesome, but now I
feel tired and weak. After some more lazy humps up my ass he pulls out;
he's out of breath, saying, "Turn around, Dylan," then when I do, he
orders, "Suck my cock." I get on my knees, the water still pouring down on
us and take his cum-slipperycock in my mouth and suck it with all my
might. Finally Willie says, "That's good, Dylan. Stand up now and I'll
shampoo your hair." I stand up, still in a trance-like condition, and
Willie shampoos my hair, rinses it, then uses a washcloth saturated with a
nice smelling body wash to scrub everyinch of my body. To be sure all the
soap gets rinsed off,he uses the handheld sprayagain and I'm soon shiny
clean. "Come on out, baby, and I'll dry you." I just stand there as he uses
a big terrycloth towel to dry me. He grabs a brush and a hairdryer to dry,
then brush my hair up in front. When done he mutters, "Yeah, you'll look
better with a buzz cut. We'll take care of it tomorrow morning... I'll get
one too so we look alike."  He's won me over on that point, so I just
mutter, "Yes, Willie," sort of like a robot. He pats my ass saying, "Go on
into the bedroom and pull on the pink panties; the ones with the daisy
flower design, and then get in bed. I'll take my shower and follow you real
soon... we'll eat after a nap. Nodding my head in agreement, and feeling
oh-so-fine, I do what I'm told. The silk panties feel good and the
just-washed sheets are cool and luxurious against my clean body. While
waiting for Willie I go over every second of that fabulous, drawn-out fuck
and my body shivers at the memory; it was so excellent. I rub my cock
sighing while thinking what a great sex partner Willie is.

I'm just about to doze off when Willie comes into the bedroom. I watch as
he pulls on panties to match the ones I'm wearing. He's got an awesome,
super hot body... very athletic, taut and slim. As he gets in the other
side of the king-size bed, he says, "Scoot over here, honey," and when I do
he wraps me up in his arms and legs like he always used to do. Somehow he
has me almost immobilized and it brings on that temporary feeling of
claustrophobia again.  I relax and the feeling subsides as Willie begins
sucking a spot on my neck near my shoulder. He stops, and says, "Just
returning the favor by reactivating this earlier hickey I gave you. Now,
leans your head away so I have full access to this fading hickey." I do as
he says and he really goes at it, eventually making a large hickey on my
neck.This time I know Willie's doing it exactly the way he wants; he's no
longer concerned about me complaining because he's sure we're completely
back into our roles of a year ago. And I guess maybe we are, but I remind
myself it's only temporary; just until tomorrow morning, or maybe tomorrow
night. If it keeps going like this though, I probably will let it go on
until tomorrow night, or maybe until we're on our way to the airport on our
way home. We'll see how it goes, but for now I'm enjoying myself.  Willie
and I had ourselves a great couple of years back in the day. God, I was so
in love with him; at least I thought I was. Determined to be docile for
Willie through the entire hickey-making process, I say nothing until the
damn thing starts stinging and burning even more than Robby's hickeys; so I
start complaining and squirming in his tight grasp. He pays no attention
because I can't get free of his hold. He's stronger than me. Willie
eventually stops, and like Robby sometimes does, Willie admires the red
bump on my neck. "That's a beauty, Dylan. No one will miss that; everyone
on the beach will know you're my boyfriend now... haha, it's awesome." I
complain agitatedly, "It fucking hurts, Willie!"  He mutters, "Oh, shut-up,
ya big baby," and then chuckles contentedly to himself, mumbling again,
"What a hickey,". Still maintaining his hold on me, he whispers, "You liked
it and you know it.  I know you better than anyone, now no more talking. We
need to take a nap," and that's what we do.  Willie goes to sleep quickly
and his hold on me loosens, but I stay pretty much in the same position
anyhow.  I like the feel of his body.

Letting my mind drift as I wait for sleep to capture my conscious mind, I
try to articulate the difference between Robby's and Willie's personal
scent but can't put it into words.  They're both sexy smelling boys; their
natural body scent, that is. My favorite natural scent of all the boys I've
known is Chubby's, but Robby and Willie are tied for second best, although
they're different too. I miss Robby, but I'm making the best of it. It's
been fun, and a little scary too with Willie's acting so much like his old
self today. A lot of his behavior seems childish to me now, where it used
to seem exotic and intriguing, but I'm enjoying myself just the same. I've
always been amazed that someone my age could be so confident about
everything, like Willie used to be and is again, finally. And that includes
his dominant behavior with me; I'm amazed at how that works too. We're
almost the same age even though he's a year behind me in school, and being
a year behind makes it all the more amazing that he took control of our
relationship right from the start so easily.  Well, it certainly helps that
I often enjoy being submissive where sexual matters are concerned.  I've
wondered about that as well; I guess it was Carl who broke me into the
submissive role.  He was sooo dominant and I came to love it. Of course,
that was my first sexual experience and I was so naive,it's pathetic to
think about.  It's embarrassing remembering how I'd walk all the way to his
house to more or less asking him to fuck me.  What an idiot I was in those
days. I wonderedwhat Robby and that asshole, Neil, wereup to? Then sleep
overtook me.

"Wake-up, Dylan," is the next conscious thing I'm aware of. My eyes pop
open to see Willie hovering over me with a sly grin on his lips. "It's
after nine; we've been sleeping for almost two hours." I try to remember
the dream I was having before Willie woke me, but it's just out of reach. I
say, "You look cute, Willie." He runs his fingers through my short hair,
saying, "Look who's talking; only the cutest boy I've ever laid eyes on." I
grin, enjoying the compliment, and mumble, "Thanks,". Willie says, "Pull
your panties under yourass, then get under the covers and suck me a good
boner to fuck you with." I laugh because just two hours ago he fucked me
about as hard as I've ever been fucked.  Surely he jests. He kisses the top
of my head, then goes, "No, I'm serious, baby.  I told you I was going to
take care of you, and I meant it. I know how much you love to suck my dick,
and I know how much you love when I fuck you hard... so that's what's
happening before dinner." So matter of fact; Willie's definitely all the
way back to his old persona, maybe he's even taking it up a notch or
two. In either case his confident expression and voice makes be bite my
lip. "What are you waiting for? Oh, I get it, you want another spanking, is
that it?" I go, "No, no... I'm just surprised, that's all," and I reach
under the covers with both hands and pull my panties down in back. "Make
sure you keep the panties up in the front," Willie mumbles, "I want you to
cum in those panties and then wear them to dinner tonight." Again, very
matter of fact with that preposterous proposition.  He smiles as he gets
his hand on top of my head, pulling it toward the covers. I'm already
feeling that unique submissive draw as under the covers I go. Scrunching
down to get my face even with his crotch, I pull his panties down under his
nuts and take his slightly firm cock in my fist to stroke it a few times,
then just the head into my mouth so I can suck on it while tonging
it. Willie's on his side so I rustle around until I'm resting on my
shoulder... it's more comfortable this way. He's right, I do like sucking
dick, and I do like being fucked, but not just by him as he suggested. I
also like shaved pubic hairs on the boy I'm sucking off because of the
obvious reason; no annoying curly hairs in my mouth. Willie is scratchy
around his dick as the hairs begin to peek out. I squeeze his nuts between
my fingers lightly as I suck his cock and when I've got him hard I take the
whole thing in my mouth and throat and this gets Willie squirming and
quietly grunting. His boner is thinner than Robby's and fits nicely in my
throat... nicely up my ass too.  Willie's got his hands under the covers
playing with my hair, which is probably what he was referring to when he
said he likes the feel of my crisp buzz cut hair. At least I know why he's
insisting I get the buzz cut. I gotta admit, I like the feel of a buzz cut
head when a boy's sucking my dick too. The crazy things I think about while
sucking cock. Another crazy thing is I really like the taste of
penises... hahaha. Yeah, I'm definitely a tad over-sexed! I blame that on
the fact I suppressed my homosexuality so long. Guess I need to thank Carl
for bringing me out to my true nature. Now, if only I can bring Chubby out
to his true sexual nature... haha, another crazy thought.

"That's enough, baby, or you'll have me cummingin your mouth. Come on up
for air." My head pops out of the covers to see Willie's slightly flush
face. My face feels flush too and I realize just now that I've got my own
boner, which is seriously poking out my panties. Good thing these things
stretch. Silky feel, but it's probably not silk; probably some kind of
synthetic material that feels like silk... and I hope that's the last crazy
thought I have! Willie puts a hand between my legs to grab my boner through
the panties, asking, "You enjoyed yourself, didn't ya, sweetheart?" I lower
my head and avoid eye contact because, for some reason, I all of a sudden
feel embarrassed. He cups my chin, raising my head so I'm looking at him,
and asks again, "Didn't ya?" I mutter, "How can you tell?" and he lets go
of my boner and squeezes my balls making me yell out, "Owww, goddammit!" He
asks again, "Didn't ya?" And just like that I feel like a little kid who's
been caught in the cookie jar, which is so stupid because Willie knows from
many past experiences that I do in fact like sucking his cock. Taking a
deep breath waiting for him to say something, and then he does, he asks,
"Didn't ya?" and I mumble, "Yes, I did. So what?" as I blush, feeling
pissed-off at myself for feeling like a little kid. He talks softly, like
he's talking to a little kid as a matter of fact. "There's no need to to be
embarrassed; I know you hate admitting to yourself that you've fallen for
me again. Don't worry, I knew you would from the way you saved my life and
then took care of me. Plus, I've already told you I'll take you back." Oh
brother! What crap! But, I don't know, I just don't want a confrontation I
guess, so I don't argue with him about that ridiculous statement. Instead I
do a stupid dumb grin, like an idiot, and he kisses my mouth, still cupping
my chin. "I'll make you feel all better," he says, still with the baby
talk.  Why can't I tell him he's sooo wrong about me falling for him again?
Frowning at him is the best I can do at the moment.

"Flip around, baby, and I'll do you hard while we're on our sides". My ass
is still a little sore from that monster fuck he gave me earlier, so I
whine, "My bum hurts, Willie." He laughs, then says, "Bum? What are you,
four years old?" I say, "Okay, my ass hurts! Is that better?" but I don't
put much into my retort so he simply goes, "Get on your side," and he says
it in that natural authoritative manner of his so I flip over, almost
without thinking about it. My boner has receded a lot, but my dick is far
from flaccid. Willie's is still bone-hard pressing first against the back
of my leg and then at my asshole. He gets an arm over my side and says into
my ear, "I'm going to buy you a new earring tomorrow and I want you to wear
it whenever we're on a date, which I expect will be most weekends during
the summer." Like I've said, he's so matter of fact about everything I
almost believe him. Pressing his hard cock head at my anus, he asks, "Can
you get away on weekends from college?" As if it's understood that if I
can, I'll be spending them at his house... his bedroom to be more
exact. What a dreamer! I mutter a lie, "No, I can't get away." Why did I
lie? Well, it's not a total lie because occasionally I need to work on
weekends. He pops his cocked inside me and goes, "Ooooh yeah," as I do a
quiet, "Ow." Then, in a conversational voice, as if we're having coffee
together instead of sex, he goes, "Oh, that's a shame, but you'll have the
summer off and it'll be just like we used to do it on weekends. I'll plan
some trips for us too." His cock is slowly making it's way up my rectum,
and it hurts. I know my rectum muscles will adapt, but right now it's
wicked tight. That's what I'm thinking about, not Willie's wild dream of me
spending weekends with him. Again I say nothing while realizing that my
silence is just encouraging him, but for the moment it's his cock I'm
thinking about. It's all the way in with Willie's breath on the back of my
head. He's trying to control his breathing but the feeling on his boner is
probably making that difficult. It's beginning to feel good up my ass too.
That was quick.

Reaching down, inside my panties, I stroke my cock, which is firming up
quickly.  It's worth a sore ass... that's what I'm now thinking. God, this
feels good. Maybe Willie does know what's good for me better than I
do. There's another crazy thought for you. My ass has relaxed and is
opened-up enough for Willie to fuck it smoothly and he does for half a
dozen awesome, fairly slow strokes. No question, my ass is sore but the
great feeling back there trumps the hurt by a mile. Willie says, "Let's get
you on your hands and knees without me taking my boner out of your pussy,
er, your ass.  He's getting more and more like his old self, and he's doing
it faster and faster. Ignoring the 'pussy' comment, one he picked-up from
Carl and Carl's cousin, Larry, I slowly go up on my hands and knees with
Willie giggling as he struggles to keep part of that eight inch cock inside
my ass. Naturally he's successful and is soon standing with his legs bent
humping my ass while holding onto my hips, and he's really pounding
away. He's driving his cock all the way up and almost all the way out, and
he's doing it in almost a frenzy. My balls immediately tighten-up, the head
of my cock has already made a big wet spot on my panties from precum and
I'm quietly moaning while praying my climax holds off because this feels
really, really good. My body is rocking on my hands and knees from Willie's
strong thrusts, but my boner doesn't move much because of the tight hold my
panties have on it. Looking down I see where the precum has wet two
petalsof the flower design, which strikes me funny somehow. Willie picks up
the pace even more and I simply can't hold off. Earlier, with all the
sexual stimulation Willie put me through before actually fucking me, I
couldn't wait to climax; I had the blue balls in a big way. But now,
without any foreplay, I want my climax to hold off, but it doesn't and cum
gushes up from my balls wetting the entire front of the panties and
drooling down the shaft of my boner to soak my scrotum and even run under
to meet Willie's cock. I'm doing a quiet, "Ooohhh, aahhh," when I feel the
slush in my ass from Willie's first shot of spunk, but instead of
continuing he grunts, pulls out his cock and manages to say, "Get around
here quick, Dylan." I swing around and he pushes his cock against my
lips. It's drooling cum and when I open my mouth he shoots a good spurt of
cum on my tongue, then I'm sucking his cock getting a lot more. Whoa,
that's a big load for the second climax of the night. "Lick it clean,
baby," and when I do, he says, "Get around again." I know what's going to
happen and sure enough, with a sigh he slides his cock back up my ass and
fucks me for another three minutes, sliding easily in his first shot of
spunk.

"Oh my God, that was awesome, baby," he goes as he pulls out. "Here ya go,
clean my big boy up again," and I rustle around to again suck on his cock,
now it's a softening cock where before it was bone hard. With cum running
down my chin, Willie pulls out laughing, "Wow! You're such as sexy boy,
Dylan... an awesome one too," and he hugs my head to his crotch before
reaching over and giving my bare, cum dripping ass a few hard smacks. The
euphoria of the sexual experience is fading, being replaced with a very
sore ass; my very sore ass. "Owww," I moan and Willie says, "What? A couple
of smacks on your ass is all I did." I go, "No, it's not that; it's my hole
and inside too. I'm wicked sore! You fucked me like a crazy man twice
today." He protests, "Don't give me that; you loved it. You've always loved
it." I mutter, "You didn't use to fuck me so hard," and he says, "You're
the one who said to fuck you hard. I was just servicing you the way you
wanted it.

Don't blame me." Well, I guess I did say that, but I had no idea Willie
could be so hard, I guess. I mutter, "Yeah, I did, but.... my ass hurts,
that's all." Willie's pulling up his panties, saying, "Stop the whining and
pull up your panties, we're gonna get dressed and have a big dinner. It's
nine-thirty already and I'm starving. That was awesome and you thought so
to. Didn't ya?" I go, "Yeah, you're right, but do I have to wear these
panties; they're soaked with my cum in front and your cum in the back. It
feels like I peed myself and now all the spunk is cooling off. It feels
horrible." "Yeah, wear those. Humor me, okay. I'll get a kick out of
thinking about your cum soaked panties all through dinner, and then dinner
we'll have a nice walk, and as your reward for being such a good little
boy, I'm going to fuck you again." I yell, "Oh no!" He chuckles and says,
"Oh yes. We've got a lot of lost time to make-up for, and I've taken you
back as my boyfriend so you gotta do what Willie tells you to do. That's
our agreement, right?" Puffing my cheeks out while exhaling a lot of air, I
go, "Oh, okay. I did say I wanted you to be like you used to be. I'm doing
this for your benefit, you know. I hated seeing you so down in the
dumps. I'm doing it for old times sake, because we're friends and friends
help friends."

Willie's listening to me with a grin on his lips as he buttons up a cool
looking short sleeved shirt. He says, "You're doing it because you want to
stay my boyfriend, is what you mean." This would be a perfect time to
correct that misconception except I promised myself to follow this through
until tomorrow morning and maybe even tomorrow night. Anyway, this is how
dominant I want Robby to be... isn't it? I don't know why I don't put my
foot down. Maybe I'm enjoying myself too much. My ass is sore, but it's not
injured or anything, so let'ssee what happens. I get off the bed with my
wet panties pulled up and, without saying another word, put on a pair of of
Willie's cargo shorts. They're cool looking too. He laughs and says, "You
can wear 'em. Here wear this shirt with the shorts. It's just like the one
I have on except for the color." I take the shirt mumbling, "If you say so,
Willie," and he hugs me, saying, "Don't pout. We're doing great; you're
doing great too. Just let me make all the important decisions, like what
you wear and when we have sex together, and things like that. Remember how
great it used to be? I'll make it even better this time, and this time is
going to be forever. So, don't pout." Feeling like a little kid again, and
feeling totally dominated at the same time, I have this very docile
attitude at the moment, and lean into Willie's hug. I say, "Okay, no
pouting." He mutters, "That'sthe boyfriend I remember." Staying close to
Willie as we walk down the hall, he takes my hand and as we go down the
elevator like that, with four other people who all sneak looks at the two
boys holding hands; I realize I don't care. And that's because I'm feeling
very close to Willie. It's a safe feeling having someone you're with be so
competent and confident. It's relaxing and nice. He leads me by the hand to
the desk at the front of the restaurant and says to the lady that's there,
"Two for dinner," She does a double take, then looks at me and I blush a
dark red color. She looks at Willie, who smiles sweetly back at her. Then
she says, "This way," and we follow her through the restaurant attracting
lots of attention and lots of whispers. My face is about to catch on fire,
but I still don't pull my hand away from Willie'sbecause he wouldn't like
that.

to be continued....  Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com



















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