Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2013 11:13:09 -0800 (PST)
From: donny mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR  Chapter 56  by Donny Mumford

			   DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

				Chapter  56

			     by Donny Mumford

Damn! My girlie panties are sticking to me, sloppy with cum; the cum in the
front of my panties is mine, and Willie's cum is in the back. Willie's
driving us to Khol's department store as I squirm in the bucket seat,
trying to get my cum saturated panties out of my ass crack, and I'm
noticing my smacked ass now too, it's still stinging. Ryan spanked me
earlier this afternoon, and Willie did the same just recently, both spanked
me wicked hard, and Willie did it twice. No way I'm complaining about
either of my problems to Willie though and thankfully I'm wearing jeans so
the cum won't soaking through and leaving a stain on the leather seat of
this hot Porsche Boxer convertible. Willie's saying, "When we're done
shopping I'll fuck you again and then we'll eat at Burtons Grille; that
place has the best reviews of any restaurant in this hick town." I say,
"Yes, Willie," but that's all I feel comfortable saying 'cause I don't want
to take a chance of upsetting him again. Willie's put me in my place a few
times today already, and we've only been together an hour and a half. Man,
I could do without that fuck he's talking about before dinner though, I'm
afraid it'll include another before-fuck spanking and my ass is too sore to
handle another one; too sore inside and out actually. Willie toughened my
rectum and anus in Key West and I'm guessing he plans on doing the same
thing today and tomorrow morning. No whining from me though. Willie's made
it clear he won't put up with any nonsense from me and I like that 'cause
I'm submissive when on a date with him. When you have a submissive nature,
where sex is concerned, you want your man to be hard on you, but fair too,
and Willie's fair. He shows me lots of loving, and I get lovin' more than I
get discipline except for the breaking-in period when we've been away from
each other, like now. I've apparently lost some of my submissiveness to
Willie so he needs to discipline his submissive boy until I'm totally
accepting of his dominating personality. That's how he trained me in Key
West and he's working on re-indoctrinating me to that level of
submissiveness today. I need to be on my toes, that's all... be a good
submissive boyfriend like I was in Key West and I've got it made. I didn't
think Willie's control would work outside of Key West, but it apparently is
effective whenever I'm with Willie, wherever we are. This doesn't have
anything to do with love because I know it's Robby I love and I've
discovered I don't love Willie at all now. With Willie it's the dominant
sex and the fun adventures; that's what interest me. Not that Willie's not
cute, it's just that I don't love him, and loving his dominant sex has
nothing to do with love the way I love Robby; those kinds of loves are
light years apart. But Robby's got Ryan now too, so it's prudent of me to
stay in touch with Willie. And there's no guilt associated with that
because Robby said me seeing Willie is okay with him. He feels it will
relieve his guilty conscience; the one he has from spending more time with
Ryan than me. Even though he just said that the other day, he didn't seem
too happy about me seeing Willie when the time actually came to do it. The
concept probably seemed like a good one when he proposed it, but in
actuality it seems less of a good idea when the time got here. I only want
to see Willie once in a while anyway, but I want to see Robby all the time,
so that's an enormous difference in how I feel about the two of them right
there. Trouble is I can't see Robby all the times I'd like to because I
need to share him with Ryan, and I can feel Ryan and Robby growing closer
and closer together, so that's another problem I'm struggling with. And,
Ryan's got some nice qualities about him too, so it could get even more
confusing 'cause I'm even liking Ryan more and more the longer I get to
know him. Ryan's a sweet kid who's got some damn good dominant moves when
we've done a little sex together.

Willie parks in Kohl's parking lot and we walk to the store hand in hand
with me doing some bowed-legged walking, trying to get my wet panties
unstuck from my ass and crotch. Uncomfortabe! Willie glances at me, but
ignores my discomfort, and says, "Get a shopping cart for us when we're
inside and follow me with it." I almost say, "Yes, sir," but catch myself
and correct it at the last second to,"Yes, Willie." He smiles at me as we
walk into the busy store and of course we're getting a lot of looks from
fellow shoppers. Holding Willie's hand is even more awkward here than it
was in Key West; much more awkward! Thankfully Willie lets go of my hand
inside so I can push the shopping cart. "Household goods is where we're
headed, baby," then he stops and grabs my arm and his hand goes to my
cheek, he says, "Let me look at you baby, you're so cute it's crazy," and
he kisses my lips sweetly, muttering, "Gawd! I love you," as I hear a
little girl's voice, "Look mommy, two boys are kissing," and an adult's
voice says, "Um, no they're not, Carolann, boys don't kiss. Come on,
honey." Willie gives me another kiss, with my face turning red, and the
little girl says, "Uh huh, they did it again." Guess the mother yanked the
little girl around the corner to another aisle because I hear no more from
either of them. Willie's done kissing me, and now he's looking at something
with a frown on his face. We're next to a display of men's sweatpants and
Willie's staring at them, then he rubs the material of one of the
sweatpants stacked there, mumbling, "Jesus, who do you suppose would wear
these cheap looking things? And look, they're only thirty dollars... Jesus,
how cheesy! I pay more than that for a pair of socks." Hmmm, I bought a
pair of the exact sweatpants he's ridiculing just last week. Glad I didn't
wear them today. I say, "Everybody isn't rich, Willie. They look okay to
me." He maybe senses I'd wear these, so he tempers his critical opinion by
saying. "Oh yeah, you're right, Dylan, they're okay." We continue on our
way and eventually find a department in Kohl's advertising itself as the
home goods section.

Willie says, "Bedding firsts," and he looks through the mattress covers
until he finds a suitable one, and then puts two identical ones in the
cart. "We need at least two to cover that disgusting mattress before we lay
in that bed." I nod my head as he looks through the sheets until he finds
what he wants and puts a set of king size sheets in the cart. I ask, "How
do you know what to buy, Willie? I mean there's so many different brands."
He says, "It's simple, I look for the most expensive ones, they're
obviously the best out of this pathetic selection." I mutter, "Oh, I see,"
and we're over at the comforter section where Willie finds the most
expensive one and that goes in the cart. Same for pillows, towels,
washcloths, soaps, and a large rubber mat, "For the floor of the tub,"
Willie explains. Then to the cleaning department for disinfectant bathroom
cleaners, disinfecting sprays, two pairs of latex gloves, and two pairs of
flip-flops. Then to the rug department for a throw rug and a long narrow
hallway runner. The rugs are thin but Willie says they'll be fine for
keeping the filth of the room's carpeting away from our feet. Our room's
old and worn, but it looked clean to me. Everything shined in the bathroom
which appears recently renovated. The bed, chair and carpet looked worn,
but not the bathroom. Last thing he puts in the cart is a slip cover for
the chair. The cart, a big plastic one, is overloaded by now. I wheel it to
the check-out counter alongside Willie, who's arm are loaded with stuff we
couldn't fit in the cart. I'm wondering how the hell we'll jam all this
stuff into the small Porsche, but don't bring that up 'cause I don't need
another slap in the face.

It takes a while to ring everything up, and then Willie uses his American
Express Platinum card to pay the over five hundred dollar total. He says to
the lady at the register, "I can't believe I got all this stuff for less
than six hundred dollars," and she says, "Shopping at Kohl's is the smart
way to shop." Willie goes, "Um, how come you don't carry any high-end
stuff? Ya know, some customers prefer a higher quality for the items they
buy." She rolls her eyes, "Not our customer" as she frowns at the Platinum
card, muttering, "I never seen one of these before." Willie gives me a
look, like 'Can you believe this dolt?' He says, "It's an American Express
card. You take American Express, don'cha?" She goes, "Yeah, but we don't
see many of them, and they're green when we do see them, not silver."
Willie gives me another look, then says to her, "It's a Platinum card. The
best one American Express offers," and she shrugs, asking, "Do you have
identification?  I need to check ID when for purchase this large that's
being paid for with a credit card." Willie lets out an exasperated exhale
and shows her his drivers license and the transaction is mercifully
completed, but Willie's pissed-off now. When everything is in plastic bags
and put back in the cart, I push it out of the store with Willie's next to
me carrying two plastic bags stuffed with merchandize. He's muttering, "The
incompetence of that woman is staggering..." Then when we're at the car, he
laughs, "How the fuck are we going to stuff all this shit in the car?" I
shrug and we begin loading the trunk and the space behind the bucket seats,
moving the seats forward as far as they'll go. Then the footwell on my side
of the car is stuffed with bags of towels and finally, with me sitting
India style, my legs crossed in from of me and my arms overloaded with the
two mattress covers, Willie squeezes in the drivers seat. He's hovering
over the steering wheel and we can forget the seat belts, no way to put
them on. Willie looks over grinning at how absurd this is, and then he gets
the car started and manages to drive us, while his chest is almost touching
the steering wheel, back to the motor inn without crashing the car. I kept
my face buried in the mattresss covers the whole way because this boy
drives too fast.

Unloading all this shit from the car to the room is another pain in the
ass, but Willie does as much of it, or more, than I do. It's not like I'm
his flunky. Done with that, we put on the latex gloves, lay the throw rug
next to the bed and then the runner, which extends from the throw rug to
the bathroom, and lastly we cover the chair with the slip cover. Then strip
the bed throwing everything into the closet to get it out of the way, put
the double mattress covers on, then the new linens, then the comforter and
two new pillows. "There," Willie says, "We'll be able to sleep in that bed
now. Let's get the bathroom clean and then we'll take a shower. You'll need
to put those same panties on after the shower though 'cause I want you
wearing them for your surprise tonight." I go, "Okay, Willie." Still
wearing the gloves, we spend an hour cleaning this already clean bathroom
and then lay the new rubber mat on the floor of the tub. Willie laughs,
asking, "Can you imagine having to do this shit regularly? Holy fuck!
Hahaha." Of course I can imagine it because I do this stuff regularly,
which Willie should realize, but he doesn't. "Okay, baby, now I feel
semi-comfortable in this dump." I ask, "What do you suppose the cleaning
people will think when they see all the new stuff you bought for the room?"
Willie shrugs, and mutters, "Who cares?" I go, "Oh," and we get undressed
and walk on the new carpet runner to the bathroom naked, wearing the flip
flops because Willie says the bathroom floor still might have germs even
though we washed it with disinfectant cleaner and sprayed it with
disinfected spray. He tells me he's not a germ-aphobe, but I wonder what he
thinks a germ-aphobe is? In the bathroom he turns on the single shower
head, looking at it mumbling, "Just one," then he brightens, saying, "Oh
good, there's a handheld shower head too." Looking at me, like, 'Can you
believe this shit', he mutters, "Bridal suite, my ass." All the fixtures
look new to me except the jacuzzi because it's cracked and Willie told me
we're not going near that cesspool. There's great water pressure so it's
actually a damn nice shower, but small compared to what Willie's used to,
although large compared to what I'm used to. He says, "The things I do to
for you, sweetheart!" then he smacks my ass, saying, "In you go, Dylan,"
and he follows me into the shower stall and under the water. The new bath
gel is in there along with shampoo Willie brought with him. There's cum on
my dick, balls, and buttocks, but Willie shampoos my hair first, then I
shampoo his. It's nice having hair to shampoo and I enjoyed doing it for
Willie's nice hair. When the soap's rinsed out of our hair, Willie goes
into a wild make-out under the water that's pouring down on us. He really
gets into wildly licking and sucking my mouth; it's like he wants to devour
me. From Willie there's quiet sounds of pleasure and whispered words of
love, telling me how cute, how beautiful I am, how desirable I am, how
special I am and what a treasure I am for him. I get into a sexually
aroused state of mind as I'm feeling adored at the same time. Willie's
wonderful at making love and I can understand how the younger version of
me, new to my gayness, fell in love with him back then. Back then and now,
I have a sense of being more than special because of his outpouring of
praise and almost out of control ways of making love. His hands never stop
caressing my body, it almost like being worshiped. He's very good at it,
but I've known true love so I know the difference between almost being
worshiped and being deeply loved, like Robby's love for me. There's a depth
and sincerity to Robby's words of love that make me feel deeply loved as
opposed to feeling like a prized and treasured procession, which is the way
Willie makes me feel. Both are good feelings, but Robby's love of me is so
far superior to Willie's love of his prized possession that there's no
comparison. Willie's in love with the idea I'm having me as his boyfriend,
while Robby's in love with me as his boyfriend: I'm the boy Robby
loves. Willie's love is sexual fer sure, but so is Robby's and his love is
so much deeper and purer, his love touches my soul, while Willie's only
goes so far as getting the attention of my dick.

Being fucked twice already today one might imagine my dick would be lazily
satisfied, but oh no, that's not the case at all; my dick grows into a hard
boner that's presently against my belly pointing straight up. Willie's dick
is too. My balls are probably rolling their eyes at each other, like, 'Does
this nitwit thing we can manufacture more sperm already?' Yes, I do, get
the fuck to work, which from the sensations I'm feeling in my balls I
believe they are getting to work. The make-out goes on until the pads of my
fingers are wrinkled from absorbing so much wetness. Finally Willie sucks
my new hickey, and then begins bathing me. We're both out of breath, but
satisfied we've swapped enough saliva and we've kissed until our lips and
tongues are tired. As Willie washes me with one of the just purchased
washcloths I stroke his boner and mine too, at the same time, moaning
quietly to myself and wondering how much sex it would take in one day to
totally satisfy me; so much sex that I'd say, 'No more!'. So far in my life
I haven't found that out yet. It'd be interesting to know the answer to
that though, and an extremely fun day as well. Willie's done washing me, so
I use another new washcloth, lathered in a great smelling bathing gel, to
wash Willie. I do it the same way he bathed me: starting with his face and
moving down the front of him, paying special attention to cleaning his
boner, balls, and crotch, then down his legs and lastly his feet, and then
up the back of him beginning at the bottoms of his feet and up the back of
both legs, then special attention to his awesome ass and up his back. Very
nice body! Done with the scrubbing, Willie directs the handheld spray at
me. The water comes out in a hard spray that tantalizes my cock and balls,
keeping my cock hard and tingling nicely. Then he directs the spray on my
back and down the back of my legs, after which, Willie says, "Bend over,
Dylan, and spread you ass cheeks as wide as you can." When I do that, with
my arms reaching back and a hang gripping each cheek to spread then away
from my asshole, he directs the sharp needle spray on my anus and it feels
surprising sexy somehow. "Stay like that, baby," orders Willie, as he turns
off the handheld nozzle and lines his cock head at my anus, pushing it in
to just spread the lips, and that feels good too. The water is still
cascading down on us as I continue spreading my ass cheeks. Willie gives my
ass four hard slaps with the water making the slaps sting more. I go, "Ow,"
and get four more slaps, his cock head still just spreading my anus'
lips. This time I say nothing, and Willie mutters, "Good boy," and I
stupidly feel proud of myself. I've slipped into my submissive mood
somewhere along the way; Willie does it to me so easily it's almost like a
reflex action for me now. I'm not complaining because feeling submissive to
a true dominant sex partner is sensual and soothing to me, and Willie's
dominance is so familiar to me it's like putting on a favorite old, soft
bathrobe. He says, "Keep those ass cheeks spread," and gets a grip on both
my hips to very slowly push his stone-hard, eight inch cock up my rectum
and every inch feels fantastic. Without thinking, I moan, "Oooohh, oooh,"
then "Ahhhh, mmmmm," until he's tight against my spread buttocks. It feel
different like this, totally submissive and my hard cock throbs and out
comes another long moan of pleasure from me, "Mmmmmmmm"., then, "Your cock
feels so good up my ass, Willie." He smacks my ass, saying, "Be quiet, I'm
concentrating! Ya know, I'm allowed to get pleasure too, it's not all about
you, Dylan."

Willie leaves his cock inside me for a minute and as he squirms his hips is
boner massaging my rectum. The water continues raining down on my back and
head as Willie forces a finger up my ass next to his boner. My moans turn
to grunts as my anus tries adjusting to the unexpected extra intrusion. He
wiggles his finger and it begins feeling good. More finger wiggling,
massaging the side of my rectum, then he withdraws his finger and his cock
is pulled back just as slowly as it went inside me. Waiting a minute,
teasing my anus by almost pulling the swollen head out, stretching the lips
outward before forcing his boner in all the way fast, and Willie begins a
wild rabbit-type fuck, it's fast and furious and it goes on for a long
time. I almost feel a climax coming on, but even without a climax it's an
awesome and fantastically sexy experience and it has me biting my lips and
moaning, Ooooh my godddddd, un, un, un.! All kinds of pleasure sounds echo
off the tiled shower stall; I'm moaning out the whole time while straining
my arms to pull harder on my butt cheeks, spreading them as flat as I can
because I want his cock as far inside me as it can reach. Finally Willie
gasps, lays on my back and does hard short humps of his hips driving his
cock in and out about an inch each time. He grunts, "Oh umph, ah, ah, ah!"
pouring his seed up my ass, and then collapses limply on me having
deposited some juicy cum up my ass. It's squishy in there as his cock move
with subtle little humps slushing in his spunk, slightly warmer up there
too. Damn good performance by Willie; two climaxes in less then three
hours. He lays on my back with his heart beating against it as I struggle
to keep from falling over and toppling both of us to the mat on the floor
of the stall. The shower stall is just large enough to accommodate this
fuck, and I only realize now that my head banged into the shower stall's
tiled wall with every hard and quick thrust up my ass. My head should hurt,
but it doesn't. After a minute I ask, "Can I let go of my ass cheeks yet,
Willie?" He's still out of breath when he mutters, "Oh, sure, Dylan,
sorry.... oh God..." I let go and my plump buttocks nestle around the root
of Willie's cock. Taking a big breath, Willie straightens up and turns off
the shower, asking, "Anybody ever mention you've got the best boy pussy for
fucking in the world, Dylan?" I go, "Um, no, I don't think so, Willie." He
goes, "Well, you do," and he pulls his cock out sucking air between his
lips as he does it. I'm going, "Ohhhh, ahh, ahh," until it's out. My
asshole is gaping open now. Willie says, "Come on out of the shower, baby,
and I'll dry your hot body. You're special alright. Did I tell ya you've
ruined me for other boys. Maybe I'll try girls, hahaha. No I won't!
Hahaha." Willie's almost always happy after fucking me, well the first fuck
involved discipline and he doesn't like to do that so he wasn't as happy
after fucking me that time. He's always been conscientious about his
responsibilities as the dominant sex partner by taking the time and effort
to give his submissive partner the type discipline he needs; it's for the
submissive partners benefit, you know. I feel awesome myself; being very
well fucked makes my whole body tingle and feel alive and ready for
anything. Willie dries me and then smacks my ass hard, saying, "You dry me
now, baby," which I do, but I skip the slap on his ass. "Damn, I enjoyed
that, Dylan, how 'bout you?" I enthusiastically say, "Did I ever! It was a
fantastic fuck, thanks, Willie!" Were walking into the bedroom, Willie's
got his arm around my shoulders squeezing them affectionately. He says, "I
got you something to wear to the restaurant, and then I have an awesome
surprise for you later. We're going to a gay club and there's a surprise
for you there too." I ask, "What is it, Willie?" and he's like, "You'll
find out when we get there, I don't want to ruin the surprise." I go,
"Huh," and he says, "Goddamn, you're so sexy it makes me horny all the time
I'm around you. I just fucked you and I'm already looking forward to doing
it again after dinner. Hey, did you have an orgasm?" I lie, "You bet I
did," the lie is because he knows me and two orgasms in a row isn't unusual
for me, but Ryan drained my nuts this afternoon, and that wasn't too long
before Willie drained my balls again just before we went shopping, so the
earliest I expect another orgasm is after dinner. I'm looking forward to it
too, although I'm expecting, and hopeful, the soreness in my rectum goes
away first. My ass is sore, but no sense mentioning that little fact to
Willie. Speaking of Ryan, I surprise myself by considering the possibility
that my twin lays a better dominant fuck on me than Willie? Damn! Maybe he
does, but it's only been twice with Ryan and it's a new thing for us so
that's gotta be taken into consideration. Haha, it's weird that I'm
thinking about my twin so much lately, but the little fucker is cute and
there's a lot to be said for his step-by-step dominant way of doing sex. I
think I've been selling that short. Then another silent chuckle remembering
Ryan pushing his eyeglasses up that cute nose of his; it totally
contradictory to the dominant shit he's capable of. Funny thing is he seems
so surprised he can do it, but each time it's been hotter for me, and I'm
thinking hotter for Ryan too. That's some awesome side sex right there!

As I pulling on my panties, still damp from earlier orgasms, Willie pulls
an Abercrombie and Fitch shopping bag from his suitcase. He goes, "Oh my
God, I love shopping for you, but I was slumming it a little bit this time,
shopping in A & F. Anyway, their stuff is pretty cool even if it's
inexpensive compared to some shops in Boston and New York, which is where
my mother took me shopping that time I was talking with you on the phone,
if you even remember." I say, "Yeah, I remember, Willie," and I get next to
him, standing too close to him actually, like Ryan does to Robby. It's hard
not to do that when you're with your dominant sex partner and Willie's
dominant in everything, not just sex. He smiles at me seeing me in his
space, and asks, "You feeling it for Willie again, are you?" I suck my lips
in, nodding my head looking into his eyes, and he wraps me up in his arms,
saying, "I'm gonna take care of ya, baby. Willie gonna fuck your pussy
plenty, and not just tonight and tomorrow. I'll be taking you on lots of
dates, but maybe not as many as I first thought because of my new buddy,
Devon. Him and me are kinda liking our buddy sex although it's not as hot
as when I'm working on your pussy, but it's different and I enjoy our trip
down memory lane. Also, I'm hoping to pick-up some dominant pointers from
Devon so maybe I can get you off even better. I'm always thinking of ways
to satisfy that submissive lust you have. Okay, sweetheart?" and a big kiss
on my cheek follows, then a minute-long suck on my hickey getting that damn
thing stinging and burning again. Willie asks, "Have you looked at that
beauty of a hickey yet, babe? It's something, bet it stings like a bumble
bee's sting too, don't it?" I mutter, "Yeah, it stings alright," and he
cups my jaw tightly, bring my head up, "Was that a complaint I'm hearing
from my boy?" I quickly say, "Nah, um no, Willie. I'm not complaining, I
like the hickey." He reaches around and gives my ass two hard slaps,
saying, "No pouting or complaining by my boy, okay?" I nod, saying, "Okay,
Willie, I'll remember," and I got real close to being ten years old again,
but Willie breaks the spell with a big smile, "Good boy, Dylan. Here, look
what I got for you," and he pulls out and A & F polo shirt with the A & F
moose logo, like Polo brand shirts have a polo player logo; right on my
left breast. The A & F one Willie bought me is a white polo shirt with long
sleeves. The logo is dark blue and at the three button opening the inside
is a matching dark blue; very cool! "And these too," Willie says, and pulls
out oh-so-cool A & F skinny chino pants. These are off-white and then he
gives me a dark blue hoodie, with the moose logo in white; a matching
outfit. I love it! I go, "Oh Willie, you buy me the coolest fucking things
ever!" I hug his neck and kiss his lips. He's still naked and I have just
the cum soaked girlie panties on. He says, "I'm getting the urge to fuck
you again right now, but we got dinner reservations so you need to get that
hot body into these new clothes. Take 'em home with you too, they're a size
too small for me." Willie knows my sizes for everything. He goes, "Oh, I
almost forgot," and he pulls a pair of sneakers out of the bag, with the
tags still on them. "I got you and me a pair, I wore mine driving up here
from Weston, aren't they cool?" I go, "Gawd, I'll say. I love 'em," and
Willie says, "Jesus, you're easy to please. They're Boxfresh sneakers and
only cost a hundred and twenty dollars." A hundred and twenty dollars for
sneakers? Damn! Well, he pays a hundred twenty-five dollars for a friggin'
haircut, a pair of sneakers for that much must seem like a bargain to
Willie. The sneakers are high top, light gray with a contrasting plaid
lining, regular laces up the front and the sneakers are made of, according
to the tag, waxed canvas...  whatever that is. Very cool looking though and
I thank Willie again, but this time he just gives a wave of his hand, like,
'Enough already.' Guess he's a little embarrassed about spending only three
hundred bucks for my gifts, the cheapskate, haha. I love all three items
and I'm anxious to get dressed in them. First the ultra cool necklace he
bought me a couple of years ago, the one I sent back to him when I broke-up
with him, but he insisted I take it back and keep it this time. That
happened before our Key West trip. Then I put on the cool sports watch he
bought me when we were in Key west, and I'm already wearing the gold hoop
earrings we both got there. I'm rocking some style, fer sure.

Willie's getting dressed, but I was wrong, he's apparently not embarrassed
about anything, he says, "Isn't this the greatest, Dylan? I love going on
dates with you, how about you?" I go right over to him and put my arms
around his neck, then kiss him. "Willie, I think our dates are like a
thrill ride. I really do!" He smiles brightly, "You're thrilled about our
dates, I love that!" and I get a kiss, then, "We gotta get moving,
baby. Get dressed." He misinterpreted my comment. I'm not thrilled to be on
a date with him, although they're usually fun and adventurous. What I meant
was our dates are like being on 'a thrill ride', like a roller coaster. A
thrill you get and then you go on with your regular life. No one wants to
ride a roller coaster every night, all night. Once in awhile you like a
thrill, but that's enough until the next time you're at an amusement
park. These clothes are so cool though. Then I'm dressed except for putting
on my new sneakers, which are cool too, and they go with my outfit
perfectly! Of course they do 'cause Willie picked then out. As a joke I
ask, "No new socks?" He looks startled, then goes back in the A & F bag and
yells, "Holy shit, I almost threw the bag out with these socks in there,"
and he pulls out two pairs of socks, saying, "I got these in New York for
you, they're Wigwam low cut socks for sneakers. Fifty-five dollars a pair,
which even I thought was crazy, but mother bought me eight pairs so I saved
these two white pairs for you. They're new. Hey, wouldn't it be awesome if
we were brothers? You'd be like my little brother and I'd take care of you
and show you about style and all kinds of stuff. We'd share a bedroom and
do tons of incest fucking. Oh man, that'd be great!" Wow, what a dreamer;
I've been running into dreamers lately. I say, "Yeah, but I'm a month or
six weeks older than you, something like that, so how come I'd be the
little brother?" I'm fully dressed now, the sneakers are the most
comfortable sneakers I've ever had on my feet. Willie's putting his
matching sneakers on, looking almost as new as mine, as he says, "Oh, come
on, Dylan, I'm like your big brother now, and it has nothing to do with
age; I'm much more mature than you, it ain't even close. You're like, I
don't know, naive or something. You're cute as hell though, that's for
sure." Tying his shoe laces, he adds, "I told ya before, I'm a boy watcher
and I've been doing it all my life and I've never laid eyes on any boy who
can challenge you for cuteness." I go, "Gee, thanks, Willie. I, um..." then
I stop, realizing I shouldn't probably say what I was going to. Willie's
like, "What? What were you going to say?" I go, "Oh, nothing," then I get a
brainy thought, "I was just gonna say I think you're cuter than me, that's
all." Willie gives me a look, like he doesn't believe me, so I say,
"Really!" and Willie's over hugging me saying, "That's sweet, baby, but I'm
not in your class and I know it. Not that I think I suck, looks-wise, but
come on, baby, you're beautiful." Then he kisses me, and says, "You don't
need to brown-nose me, honey, I love you anyway." I go "Oh, okay I won't,"
but what I was gonna say when Willie said he's never seen anyone as cute as
me, or whatever it was he said, I was gonna say, 'You should see my
boyfriend', but I caught myself in time and avoided another spanking. My
musing is interrupted by Willie, "At the restaurant do I need to order for
you again? You really should learn to order for yourself, ya know." I go,
"I'll try ordering by myself tonight, Willie, if it's alright." Willie
goes, "Yeah it's more than alright, I want you to try, you shouldn't be
depending on me so much, it gets tiresome occasionally to be honest with
you. No offense, baby, just saying. You've seen how I do it, just speak
right up, okay?" I go, "Yeah, of course, whaddaya think?"  Willie goes,
"That's my boy," and I feel annoyed at that. What an idiot he was with that
remark, of course I can order my dinner at a restaurant, I do it every time
I'm in a restaurant except with Willie, and I have little choice about it
with him.

Burton's Grille restaurant is big. It's also extremely popular and usually
crowded, and tonight is no exception. After finding a parking spot Willie
puts the top up; it really is a cool-ass car! I can't help but wonder if
he'll really give it to me; wouldn't that be something! No, it wouldn't; no
way I'd accept it and here's hoping he doesn't bring it up again. Willie
takes my hand and we walk to the restaurant with Willie telling me, "I
never have good luck with neighborhood restaurant, but we're slumming it
tonight so that's why I thought A & F clothes were good enough for the
occasion. The gay club... forget about it, we could wear halloween costumes
and we wouldn't raise and eyebrow in there, ha ha ha." I mumble, "Burton's
Grille is a chain, not really a neighborhood restaurant," and Willie says,
"That's even worse! Oh my God, this will really suck. Oh well, it's
interesting seeing how the other half lives." I'm thinking how us guys go
to Burtons for special occasions, but say nothing. Then inside, with Willie
still holding my hand, the color in my face changes as people stare at us
and whisper out of the side of their mouths. It's the handholding
obviously, although Willie's totally oblivious to the staring and
whispering. He drags me to the reception desk, and says, "Reservations for
Worthington," and the lady, looking slightly frazzled, says, "We're setting
up your table now, it'll be a few minutes." That's exactly what I told
Chubby always happens when you have a reservation, but we were ten minutes
late for our reservation at Ken's Steak House so we got seated right away
there. I probably won't tell him about this though because he don't like
Willie. We wait, with about ten others against the wall, Willie still
holding my hand and now he's tapping his foot impatiently. He doesn't like
to be kept waiting and I'm worried he'll make a scene and bring more
attention to us. He says, "This is what you get in these joints, they're
not professional." Waiting doesn't bother me, all I'm aware of is the
stares and the whispering. My face is hot and red, sweat on my forehead as
Willie's saying something to me, talking too loudly, but I can't focus on
what he's saying as my eyes glance around nervously to see if any Merrimack
students are here. Two boys holding hands in Key West is a bit awkward
because of all the tourists, but holding hands in this college town is a
very different thing; it's much, much worse. I don't know why I don't
object except I think it's a holdover from Willie, um, I don't know, his
training of me in Key West. Training me how to be a good submissive
boyfriend, I guess. Well, showing or training me how to do that isn't quite
accurate because he more or less drilled it into my head while fucking my
pussy every couple of hours, and I was in a submissive haze most of the
time. I guess that training is resinating with me still, in some manner. In
Key West it got so I didn't even think about the handholding, but here I'm
very conscious of it. I sort of felt submissive to Willie the second I saw
him outside Fuffruckers and he definitely intensified that submissive
feeling at the barbershop. I've had varying amounts of it in my head every
since. Well actually, he reinforced my submissive mood when he yelled at me
and smacked my head because of my terrible haircut. That was right after
our greeting, with a kiss, right in front of Fuddruckers' plate glass
window, and with people gawking at us too.

It's been more then ten minutes and we're still standing against the wall
and people standing with us continue peeking at the two gay boys; my face
is on fire. Willie holds my hand while whispering disparaging remakes about
some of the people coming into the restaurant, then he laughs and gives me
a kiss me on one of my blushing, hot cheeks. He's whispering stuff like,
'Look at all these losers thinking they're going to a great restaurant',
and 'Do you see the geek with pink Bermuda shorts', and 'There's a gay kid
if I've ever seen one.' He's referring to a goofy-looking young teen who's
wearing a bracelet and too many rings on his fingers. The kid does appear
to be a candidate alright, but Willie's stage whispering can be heard by
those with us in the waiting area, and we're receiving unpleasant looks
from some of them. Willie is blissfully ignorant of it all, and even if he
knew about it, he wouldn't give a shit. The mother and father, with the
possibly gay son, glare at Willie; the glare from the mother raises goose
bumps on my arms. I do a couple of fake coughs into my fist, then look
anywhere but at the glaring parents. In my mind I'm pretending I'm
someplace else. Uncomfortable doesn't do my situation justice, but finally
a miracle happens, "The table is ready for the Worthington party," to which
Willie replies, "It's about time! You seated at least ten people in the
time my boyfriend and I were waiting here, and they didn't even have
reservations as far as I could tell!" I didn't notice that people were
being seated ahead of us. Willie calls out that rebuke from ten feet away
from the reception desk, and the receptionist yells back, "Burton's Grille
is both a reservation and a walk-in restaurant. Half the ables are reserved
and the other half aren't, and you're in the reserved section so your table
needed to be cleaned off for you and your, er, boyfriend." Snickers from
some of the less cool people waiting with us as a small flame erupts on my
forehead. A waiter is saying to Willie, "This way, please," and we follow
her, hand in hand, with Willie muttering under his breath. He has issues
with restaurant dining, although he does quite a bit of it.

At the table, the waitress or hostess, or whoever the hell she is, puts
menus in front of us and while she's still in earshot, Willie says to me,
"Okay, baby, I want you to try ordering your own dinner this time," which
gets my dick shrinking and retreating inside me. Jesus! If he purposely
tried to humiliate me he couldn't do a better job of it, but he's not
trying to do that at all; he's oblivious to it all. Nobody else but me
exist in his made-up world. The hostess turns back with a frown, like
'WTF?'...  And, with my own frown, I mutter, "I've ordered for myself a
hundred times, Willie. It's you who want to order for both of us... jeeez!"
He goes, "No back talk! Read the menu so you're ready when the server
comes. We've got an appointment at eight o'clock so no fucking around." I
shrug, knowing he's not going to tell me his 'surprise' at our appointment,
so I read the menu. I've been here before so I'm fairly familiar with the
place. Willie's staring at me, then he says, "Sit up in your chair, Dylan,
don't slouch." Oh boy, that almost put me in my regression-age thingie
again, and I'd like that so I don't sit up, but instead put a fake pout on
my face to see what Willie will do. I'm playing with fire, but my dick is
back out squirming in my pants and I want to experience that sensation of
being a little boy again. Willie mutters, "Damnit!" as he's getting up to
come around behind me and lift me under my armpits getting me straight up
in the chair, saying too loudly, "Sit up like this, your poor posture isn't
good for your spine." He pushes my chair in, then says in a quieter voice,
"That's the way to sit, Dylan, and it's better for eating too. Sorry I
yelled at you, baby." I sit up straight as a flagpole, a nine year old boy
who's been properly corrected. In my little boy's voice I say, "I'm sorry,
Willie, I'll be good," and he pats my nearly bald head and chuckles because
he probably knows the condition I'm in at the moment. There were a couple
of gasps from people eating around us at nearby tables and some loud
snickering from what sounded like a preteen, but I can't be sure. In
Willie's mind we're the only two people eating here so he's not
intentionally humiliating me. I don't think he is anyway. Willie's back in
his chair and to him it's like nothing happened. He says, "They have an
eclectic menu, don't they?" I nod my head, and ask, "Do you think I should
get the stuffed zucchini appetizer?" He goes, "Hmmm, sounds pretty
interesting, but no. Get the onion soup like I ordered for you in Key
West. You liked that, I'll get that too." I go, "Oh, okay, how 'bout that
iceberg salad with blue cheese dressing topped with the applewood smoked
bacon?" He says, "We'll split that, it'll be too much for you. You won't
have room for your entrée." I look at the dinner selection now. Jeez, a
lot of fish dishes which are out of the question of course, but the ribeye
steak for $30.95 with the caramelized onions and sage butter on top sounds
interesting. Maybe they can make it without the sage. I go, "Okay, I'll get
the rib eye steak, it comes with a potato of your choice and seasonal
vegetables too, which I may or may not eat depending what they are, but
probably I'll leave them." Willie's saying to himself, "Very reasonable
prices I must say. Only $8.95 for that iceberg salad," then to me, "No, you
don't want that. Get the New York strip steak, medium rare. And okay, I'll
get that too. You did very well, Dylan. I'm proud of you. Ya know, I've
dined out a lot and you haven't, so that's the only reason you have a
difficult time ordering; you're not as familiar with it as I am." What the
fuck is he talking about? He changed everything I chose and I've ordered
out a lot myself. Jesus! He can be dense sometime, but he is paying for the
dinner and onion soup and New York strip steak is just as good as my
choices, so who cares. But I'm out of my little-boy frame of mind
already. Dammit! Oops, I do a little inconspicuous glancing around and
can't help but notice a number of fellow diners are still looking at our
table as they eat; Willie talks too loud and a lot of these people can
plainly hear him. It's as if Willie and I are their entertainment for the
evening. And fuck, it was a teen age boy who was snickering at me when
Willie pulled me up in my chair, and he's still looking at me snickering. I
feel like asking the kid, 'What the fuck ya looking at, four eyes?' He's an
unattractive teen about sixteen, wearing goofy glasses, the four-eyed
goon. It makes me think of Ryan, although Ryan looks cute with his
glasses. Oh man, all of a sudden I need to get my dick going sideways in my
new cool chinos because I've got half a boner going for me down
there. Willie says, "Stop fidgeting, Dylan," so I sit still with my dick
feeling good, but I gotta wonder what brought on my semi-boner.

Our waiter comes over, a kid about our age. "How you guys doing
tonight. I'm Arnold and I'll be your server tonight. Have you been to
Burton's Grill before?" Arnold looks like an Arnold, if ya know what I
mean. Willie goes, "Let's cut to the chase, Arnold, we've got an eight
o'clock appointment tonight so we'll eliminate the obligatory friendly chit
chat, if you don't mind. We'll both have iced tea with lemon and sugar, the
onion soup, then we're going to split the iceberg blue cheese salad, which
I'd appreciate if you'd split into two servings for us." Willie glances at
the menu, then says, "Oh yeah, for our entrée the New York strip steak,
medium rare with baked potato and the works on that. Thank you." Willie's
'thank you' dismisses Arnold, but he doesn't leave until he's given Willie
a wicked glare; then he leaves without another word. Willie couldn't care
less. He says, "Sorry, Dylan, but we gotta get things moving so I ordered
for both of us. You picked out your choices though, and all I did was place
the order." I'm staring at him in disbelief, my regressed-age sensation has
flown the coop again, but Willie's paying no attention to my stare. Then he
looks me in the eyes, smiling, saying, "Okay, we should still have time for
that after-dinner fuck and still make our appointment. I can't wait to see
the surprised look on your face when we get to the gay club." I wish Willie
would keep his voice down, gawd! And I wonder if Willie, deep down inside,
really believes his own bullshit? I didn't pick out those choices, he
did. Well, except for the salad which he decided would be too much food for
me, so we'll split it. I shake my head, amazed at Willie's ways. He's
looking hot though, and it's always a 'trip' being on a date with him, I
gotta admit that. Expect the unexpected is what I'm expecting. Willie goes
into some compliments about my appearance and how hot I look in the clothes
he bought me, then he wiggles his finger, looking at my hand, so I puff out
my cheeks and blow out the air while moving my hand across the table so he
can hold it and rub it with his thumb continuing to tell me how awesome I
am. That parts okay, but we might as well be back in Key West because I
find I'm doing everything Willie wants again. It's like it's too much
trouble arguing with him, but at the same time he makes me want to do these
things, like handholding and treating me like I'm a little kid. Is it just
the awesome sex that lures me to want to please Willie, or is it the
repetitive reinforcement of these things in Key West that I've somehow
retained. It's a bitch thinking I've been 'trained' like a dog to do things
the way he wants me to; it's become like reflex actions for me by now?
Damn, is that it? I need to put my foot down with something 'cause I
promised myself I would. When I get a chance to break into Willie's
monologue, I go, "Willie, I just gotta tell you something," and he's all
ears, "Sure, baby, what is it?" I go, "It's this handholding thing. It's
inappropriate here, although it was fine in Key West; well, not fine but
better there. Ya know?" He chuckles, "You know what you need?" I ask,
"What?" He says, "Another hard spanking before your after-dinner fuck,
that's what, and that's what you're going to get." He's smiling, as I
frown, then say, "No, Willie you gave me two hard spankings already and my
ass is sore!" He squeezes my hand, calmly saying, "I explained all this to
you in Key West, and it's probably my fault you've forgotten the lessons I
tight you because I was away too long.  You've regressed noticeably in your
submissive training, and I went through a helluva lot of trouble to
providing you that training, and I only do that so you'll enjoy our sex
more. It's for you, as I've explained before, and as I've also said before
any number of times, you can tell me to go to hell and that'll be
that. I'll drive you home and we'll say goodbye. But, if you want to
continue being my boyfriend you'll do as I say. It's really simple and
totally up to you, not me. I only want a submissive boyfriend now and, oh
sure, on the side I'll visit my old passion with Devon with me being the
submissive one. I'm doing that for two reasons: one, it's fun, and two,
I'll learn how to be an even better dominant boyfriend for you. How 'bout
you think about that while we're eating, and when you make your decision
ask me to either take you home, or ask me for the spanking before our
awesome sex that will follow. Okay?" I inhale a deep breath, then say,
"Okay."

He keeps holding my hand and goes on to lecture me about the duties of a
submissive boyfriend, indicating I've a lot to learn. Hmmm, Ryan said I
need to get more submissive too, and then there's Shaun who loves his
submissive nature during sexual experiences, but the difference is those
two know when it's over it's over while Willie continues his dominant ways
after the sex, insisting I be submissive to him at all times. I must admit
though, it was a constant state of arousal for me in Key West and that was
very hot and sexually stimulating pretty much all the time, so there's
that. Damn, I wish I knew what I want. There's a chance, but not a
certainty, that Ryan will continue his dominant sex with me, but with
Willie it's a certainty, and it's not like I'll be seeing Willie all the
time now because he's got this side thing with Devon going for him, and I
definitely won't be spending extended periods of time with him anyway, no
matter what he thinks, because I need to work this summer and on my only
vacation I'll be with Chubby and the moms in Wildwood. Sure, Willie came
down last time I was in Wildwood, but only for an overnight trip. Yeah,
Ryan's a good bet, but by no means a guaranteed one because Robby could
change his mind and tells Ryan no more sex with me, and Ryan will obey
Robby, the pussy. No, that's just wrong, he's not a pussy! He's a really
good kid, he's just fallen head over heels in love with Robby and I know
all about that. Funny, I just thought of something else: when Willie told
me he's got this 'friend' on the side, I shrugged because I don't care. In
fact, I'm glad he has something besides me to think about. With Robby and
Ryan though, my initial reaction was intense jealousy. So, it's strictly
sexual with Willie; I don't care how many other boyfriends he has; I used
to care before we broke-up, but not anymore. Still, Willie's the only real
dominant sex I can always depend on; my thrill-ride sex, in short spurts
only; that's what's at stake here. Yeah, Ryan is awesome and I really am
fond of him, but I can't depend on him long term so I better stick with
Willie. He's been staring at me this whole time with a little grin on his
face as he continues rubbing the palm of my hand with his thumb; kinda sexy
actually. He's cute too. I go, "Um, Willie, I don't need to think about
this during dinner. I want the spanking." Willie smiles and says, "Thank
you, Dylan. That makes me very happy, not about the spanking, that I don't
like, but the fact you made this decision... that's what makes me happy;
really happy because I love you something terrible and we're so perfect
together. You'll be glad you chose the spanking instead of the ride home. I
promise you will, because making you happy is my goal in life." I start to
say something, but the dinner's being served. Arnold, minus his smile this
time, puts the onion soups down, and mutters, "Enjoy," without a tone of
sincerity. Willie watches Arnold leave, then says me, "What's wrong with
him, I wonder?" I go, "I can't imagine," because it'd be impossible to
explain to Willie something so obvious as his condescending, rude behavior
towards Arnold. Willie wouldn't understand what I was talking about. The
dinner is pleasant enough because Willie's in a very happy mood and except
for his complaint that the soup was rather weak, and the tomatoes that came
with our split-salad were cherry tomatoes instead of slices of beefsteak
tomatoes, and the baked potato wasn't prepared to Willie's liking, and the
steak wasn't Angus beef, although they said it was, and our coffees weren't
hot enough, and the key lime pie was from a frozen one, according to Willie
anyway; other than those things the dinner was a big success. I only
blushed a few times as Willie explained each of these imperfection to
Arnold, who forgot who's dealing with, and asked us, "How was everything?"
I said, "Very good," and then Willie listed the inaccurate preparation of
each of the things I mentioned. It's was almost as awkward as the time
Willie sent our steaks back in Key West. Arnold looks hard at Willie while
listening to his critique of the meal. Halfway through Willie's recitation
Arnold got this sort of far away look in his eyes. When Willie finished,
Arnold smiles at me and says, "Glad you liked it," and he was off to
process the credit card Willie gave him. A few minutes later a busboy
brings the slip back for Willie to sign, then scurries away. Willie watched
him go, then asks me, "What's with him? Cute though, don't ya think?"

I survived dinner okay, and we're smoking while walking hand in hand in the
parking lot. We're slowly heading for the car when some college students
walk out of Burton's Grill a minute or two after us and begin heckling us
unmercifully with some crude slurs, and some funny comment too. Willie of
course, isn't afraid of anything so he goes into an f-bomb laced tirade
that got a little ugly before we're able to drive away just short of
getting our asses kicked. "Those fucking immature assholes miscreants
really pissed me off. Was one of them wearing a Merrimack sweatshirt?" I
mumble, "I hope not," but Willie goes into a harangue about how I wouldn't
see that kind of riffraff in an Ivy League university like Columbia. I let
him ramble on until he runs down, and by the time we're back at the motor
inn he's forgotten about it and is busy telling me some joke the kid named
Devon told him, but I not listening. I'm wondering what Ryan and Robby are
doing. I kinda miss my threesome. The vision of Robby fucking Ryan hard;
it's the only sex I've witnessed by those two, and that's running through
my mind requiring me to adjust my crotch. Willie sees me doing it, and
asks, "You thinking of our fuck that's coming up, Dylan?" I go, "What?
Huh?" and he just chuckles muttering, "You don't need to be embarrassed,
I'm looking forward to it too. Nothing to be embarrassed about! Didn't you
think the joke was funny?" and he rubs my hair, adding, "I love that
haircut on you, baby!" I don't really need to answer most of Willie's
questions because he isn't really that interested in what I have to say
anyway. Inside Willie says, "Lets brush our teeth," so we do that and both
of us pee, then Willie says, "Take those cool clothes off and ask me again
for your spanking. That way I don't feel as bad doing it." I take a deep
breath and begin undressing. Surprising me Willie strips too, explaining,
"I want to wear these duds later for our trip to the gay club, and the
surprise for you when we get there." His clothes of course are the same as
the ones he bought for me except a size larger and different colors. He
asks, "Don't ya think it's awesome we sorta got the same clothes on. Like
twins," which makes me look up quickly. How could he know about me and my
twin, then I come to my senses; he wasn't referring to Ryan and me, he's
referring to him and me dressed like twins. Kinda creepy actually, but the
clothes aren't. Gawd, I love these sneakers too! My panties are basically
dry, but that's a temporary condition I'm afraid. Robby says, "Ask me,
Dylan," and I go, "Please give me the spanking I deserve, Willie," and he
nods his he'd approvingly, the says, "Pull your panties down just in back,
like last time, 'cause I want you to cum in your panties again. Do you
remember why I want that?" I recite, "So I remember the awesome fuck you
laid on my pussy." He says, "Yes, that's it. Do you remember the position
Willie wants you to assume whenever you need a spanking?" I nod, and bend
over, my hands on my knees. This is less submissive than lying across
Ryan's lap. I like Ryan's way better because it's more submissive and more
intimate, but with Ryan, I don't wanna do it that way with Willie. Damn but
that Ryan's a hottie, as I play with my limp disk. I'm pretty sure he's got
the hots for me and I'm starting to think maybe I will eventually get the
hots for him too. Hell, maybe I already have the hots for him.

Then, "WHACK!" on my ass and I stop thinking about my twin. That first
whack is followed by twenty more smacks, each one hurting more then the one
before it. I'm determined not to have all that tears and mucus nonsense I
had before, but when Willie's finished smacking the hell out of my ass, he
says, "Please realize this spanking you brought on yourself by being a
wiseass in the restaurant arguing with me. Submissive boys are never
wiseasses. Got it?" When I meekly say, "Yes, Willie," I realize my face is
cover in tears and my nose ran so badly mucus is on my chin too. He says,
"Stand up and let me look at your face. You were whimpering through the
second half of your spanking, try not to do that in the future, it makes me
feel bad. In other words, don't be a big baby because that disappoints
Willie too. You really need to toughen up. I was going to stop at twenty,
but the whimpering got on my nerves so I gave you a couple of extra whacks,
now go in the bathroom and wash your face, and for godsakes blow your
nose. Go ahead, hurry now!" and he claps his hands. I scurry into the
bathroom and do what I'm told. When will I learn not to contradict or give
Willie smarts remarks. I've learned my lesson this time. My ass is
ridiculous sore and I turn my back to the mirror over the sink and look at
my ass. It's bright red, shiny, and a little swollen, and that's both
buttocks. I've got to be on my best behavior from now on because I can't
take another spanking. Damn! It hurts.

After washing my face really well and blowing my nose really well, I meekly
return to the bedroom with my head down. Willie asks, "Have you learned
your lesson, are you finally ready to be a good submissive boy for your
man?" I nod my head, rejecting the urge to sniffle and say, "Yes, Willie, I
finally have learned my lesson." He asks, "What lesson's that?" I sneak a
look up at him, then say, "I learned I better be a good submissive boy for
my man or I get spanked." He goes, "Well, let see. Bend over for a bonus
spanking, "I bend right over and he whacks my ass. The stinging is
horrible, but I don't make a peep. He goes, "Okay, lets try to get this sex
underway, on your knees and I want some damn good cock sucking from you
because I'm losing my patience." He wasn't mad at me in the car, is this
because he's still pissed about the hecklers? No, that's forgotten. He's
being stern to get me shaped up, that's all. I begin lapping his cock with
long licks from the head all the way up into his pubic hairs. Willie's
rubbing my head with both hands as I'm licking through his pubic hairs and
even up on his belly a little bit, then my lips do little kisses on his
belly before dragging my tongue back down into his pubic hairs and down the
shaft of his cock to suck on the top half of his the head with lots of
quick licks and then drag my tongue back up the shaft into and through his
pubic hairs to do more kisses on the ticklish area of his belly, then my
tongue drags down again. This time I lick down the side of his cock and
suck on the top half of his head again, and lap up the other side. Lifting
his firm penis now, and pressing it to his belly, I start my lick at his
balls and lick all the way up the underside of his penis' shaft to the head
taking the whole head in my mouth to tongue it with a swirling tongue
motion while sucking at the neck where his foreskin forms a turtle neck
sweater for his penis. I finally hear Willie take a deep quick inhale then
squeaking out, "Ah, ah," as I take the whole eight inches in my mouth,
sliding it along my tongue then down my throat to massage it with my throat
muscles. My nose is plastered in Wille's pubes, poking into his skin, my
arms go around his thighs and I pull my face firmer against him. Willie's
hands never leave my head, he's rubbing his knuckles back against the eight
inch hairs on top, as his other hand feels the sandpaper short hairs left
by the bare clippers on the sides and back, constant rubbing on my
head. When I back my head off his cock it's a raging boner and I suck the
head again just like sucking a tootsie pop... yum yum. Precum rolls out the
pee slit and the tip of my tongue tries to enter his penis as I swallow the
precum. A moan from Willie now as more precum drools out to be sucked at by
me. His cock is a very hard boner now so I go back to licking at his balls,
then under them and stretching my neck I lap across his asshole and then do
it again, this time I lick as far up his ass crack as I can reach, then
constant sucking on his anus and Willie's groaning and his legs start
twitching as he squeezes my shoulders. Licking my way back to his balls, I
lick the inside of his thigh, ten long laps and then the other leg and both
thighs raise goose bumps. Looking up at Willie in a very submissive, almost
timid voice, I ask, "Would my man like me to suck his toes?" Willie's
eyebrows go up in surprise, then he nods curtly and raises his foot. The
sneakers are off but not his sock, so getting down on my elbows, my body on
the floor behind me, I try taking the sock off like Shaun did, with my
teeth, dragging it down, my nose pressed against his ankle. Very nice smell
as I try figuring out how submissive I'm feeling right now and decide it's
a deep submissive frame of mind I'm in. I hadn't realized I slipped into it
during my latest spanking, but the whimpering should have been a
clue. Right now I'm loving this sensation of submissiveness and I
desperately want to please Willie. I'm doing everything quickly now except
I don't have Shaun's technique for taking socks off with my teeth,
fifty-five dollar socks no less, so I use a finger on one side of his ankle
and my teeth on the other to pull the sock off his foot. Very long narrow
foot with long toes which I go right for. I fit all of them in my mouth and
lap under them with my tongue as Willie wiggles them getting spit between
each one. Holding myself up with one hand on the floor, I hold his foot in
my other hand and suck on his toes. Then, pulling his toes out of my mouth
I lick up the top of his foot, then lift it by cupping the heel in my hand
and lick the bottom, really getting into this submissive act, just like I
got into with my real boyfriend Robby and, unbelievably, a crazy thought
comes out of nowhere; it's that I want to do this for Ryan and I want to do
it so badly to him I have to stop for a second and grab my cock. Naturally
it's hard as stone, Willie says, "Don't you dare touch yourself and he
reaches down to swat my head hard. I think he was going for my face, but
missed. He says, "Forget the feet, get behind me and rim my asshole
properly."

I hustle around on my knees. Willie knows by being stern I'll go even
deeper into my submission and again I wonder how far I can go and how long
would it take to come out of a submission that deep. Spreading Willie's
buttocks I get my face in tight and start licking all up and down his ass
crack and on the inside of each ass cheek, then just his asshole. Oh my
god, I'm sucking on his ass, so into it I don't even hear Willie yell
stop. He pulls away from me, my face covered in spit. I look up with a
questioning look on my face and Willie slaps that look right off as my
face; my hand goes to my burning cheek, and I have the crazy thought, 'Now
three of my four cheeks are burning hot from discipline I deserve. Willie
takes a deep breath calming himself as I stare at his cock. It's absurdly
hard, looking longer then ever, he rubs my back, "You didn't deserve that
slap, baby. You were so into pleasing your man you didn't hear me tell you
to stop, did you?" I shake my head wondering how old I'll sound when I do
speak, not that I have any intentions of speaking unless I'm told
too. Willie gets a hold on each of my biceps, and says, "Come on you sweet
thing, Willie loved your submissive tonguing and sucking of your man's
privates parts, and my foot too. Did you like doing that?" I nod my head up
and down real fast, like Ryan does when he really wants something; I really
want Willie to believe me because I did love doing it. He hugs me, saying,
"We're finally really making progress here, Dylan. Willie is proud of you,"
and he lifts my chin and kisses my lips. Willie rubs my head again hugging
me with one arm as he asks, "You feeling real submissive to your man?" I
say, "Oh yes, Willie," sounding preadolescent, and he smiles, saying, "Good
boy, but could you please remember to be submissive at all times. I hate
spanking you, it gives me horrible guilty feelings but I force myself to do
it. Three spanking in one day? Baby, think of Willie's hand, it's sore and
my arm aches, so please, just do what you're told and we'll have wonderful
sex together and lots of fun too." He clucks his knuckle under my chin,
asking, "Do you wanna have good sex with your man, Dylan?" Him treating me
like a baby, bumping lightly under my chin, then holding his hand against
the side of my face makes my body shudder, I'm thinking about nothing
except Willie now, and how he's being so loving and nice, and not smacking
my face or spanking me, so I nestle in against him, both my arms tight
around him, and say, "Yes, Willie, you're my man and I want so much for you
to fuck my pussy hard and squeeze my balls and fuck me and fuck me and fuck
me." My eyes are on his face as it occurs to me I just asked to have my
balls squeezed. Then my head clears a little because that thought made me
realize there's a world out there, not just me and Willie, and strangely I
thought for a second there, it was Ryan treating me so hard. Do I want it
to be Ryan? Willie doesn't realize I popped out of much of my submissive
trance. He says, "Oh, you remember me squeezing your nuts in Key West do
you? And I guess you want it to be like that again, and since you're
finally being Willie's good submissive boy, I'll give you pleasure and pain
as you wish. You're pleasing me so much when you're like this, Dylan, and
I'll fuck you good because you're being good." Funny how it sounds like so
much bullshit when not in my submissive frame of mind, but it's weird how
easilyI slip into it with Willie. This time I slipped out of it easily too,
but why? It's odd that I don't remember feeling particularly turned-on
sucking Willie's toes, but I was really into sucking Robby's. Of course I'm
not always aware of everything when in a very submissive frame of
mind. It's kind of crazy, but I again think it'd be hot to suck Ryan's
little feet... haha. Guess he hasn't thought of that yet. He's a really hot
little guy actually, so cute and those fucking little glasses, damn. Now
I'm mostly out of my submission, but it's weird after Willie trains me to
be a good submissive boy some of it sticks even after the trance leaves
me. I'm not stupid, I know I'm a very willing submissive partner and I
don't make excuses for it because I like it a lot; it's such a dreamy and
safe feeling because it's like my dominant partner will take care of
everything. I think I got that concept from Willie, but it sure seems true
for me. Anyway, I make no apologies for my submissive nature with sex, and
with Willie I'm kinda submissive to him all the time, but we have fun. Fuck
the gifts, oh I like them, but I don't really care about presents from him
one way or another. Not that I'm throwing the stuff away, mind you. Willie
says, "Pay attention to me, Dylan," and I have no problem saying, "Sorry,
yes Willie." Guess more than a little submissiveness sticks with me even
after I've left my trance. Willie's an expert being dominate, fer sure.

Willie's got me turned around, rubbing my ass now and it burns because of
the spankings. Then he's mumbling, "Well need to bring these buttocks of
your's back to shiny red, but it shouldn't take too much. If you would
start right off being Willie's good submissive boy, and I mean properly
submissive, you won't need to have a red, shiny buttocks before Willie
fucks you... so that's just a word for the wise." I'm not paying attention
again because I think I know what brought be out of my submissive frame of
mind, one that Willie's spanking put me in: It's that I thought of my other
dominant sex partner, Ryan. I'm not sure why thinking of Ryan would bring
me out of Willie's submissive induced condition, but it did. "Are you
paying attention, Dylan?" I quickly go, "Yes, Willie!" He goes, "Well,
assume the position," and I recall he said something about he needs to
smack my stinging ass again. Wonder why? I should have paid attention, but
I don't hesitate and I bend over with my hands on my knees again, pushing
my ass up, and scrunching up my face waiting for yet another spanking. It's
not a big one this time; five good swats on each butt cheek and then, with
me still bending over like this, waiting for more smacks on my ass I feel
Willie's cock head instead; it's spreading the lips of my anus. He says,
"Do you love being fucked by me, Dylan." I guess I'm still a little more
submissive then I thought, because I go, "I love when you fuck my pussy,
Willie." He asks, "Do you love it more than anyone else fucking you? I ask
that because I know others are fucking you. Hell, if they're not, they're
brain dead, and I don't care as long as you always use a condom. You do use
a condom when these random assholes get to you, don't you?" I go, "Oh yes,
Willie, the best." As usual he doesn't really pay attention to what I say;
he heard the 'yes', but not the rest. And it's not really like I'm avoiding
a lie because I think I remember someone using a condom, oh yeah, it was
Jesse. Willie says, "Ask me to fuck you hard, Dylan," and like the good
submissive boy I am, I go, "Please, please, fuck me hard Willie," and he
starts immediately, and quite quickly the spankings and lectures vacate my
head because I love this and yes, I know I'm over sexed, but I don't give a
shit because I love it! I love sucking boy's cocks and I love being fucked,
and if I can't get fucked, then I'll do the fucking myself because that's
good too. Not as good as this, but good. Boy on boy sex is the best sex
there is, and ancients were aware of that way back in history too; I've
read they did a lot of it and nobody minded, but modern morals decided boy
on boy sex was wrong. Of court I mean consensual sex! Nobody thinks rapes a
good idea, not even the ancients although I think they're were exceptions
to the rule for some back then! But never mind that! Oh my god, Willie's
really plowing that long cock up my smacked ass, grunting and breathing
hard; we're both enjoying it, but in my mind it's strictly buddy sex, and
this is a new thought for me where Willie's concerned. In Key West I
thought, for a short period of time, that I was in love with Willie again,
but no more. That crazy misconception doesn't enter my mind anymore, but
now the sensations in my rectum are increasing and demanding all my
attention and I let out my first, "Ooooh," and concentrate on appreciating
the sensitive areas in my ass. Soon I'm writhing with sexual pleasure, my
cock is rock hard, pushing out the front of my panties again as another
climax builds in my pulsating balls. Willie shoves his cock up my ass and
holds it firmly there; then he reaches under me and gives my balls a mighty
squeeze. My head goes back and I bellow out a high pitched screech and he
does it again holding the squeeze for a second or two this time and my
screech is so high-pitched mostly only a hissing sound can be heard. He
straightens up, smacks my ass and starts fucking me again. My cock has gone
limp and there's a dizzy buzzing in my head for a minute before my brain
again recognizes the hundreds of pleasure sensors tingling and giving me
sexual pleasure. They're heightened because of the contrast of the pleasure
in my ass and the pain in my balls; it's an enormous contrast. It'll take a
little while to reach orgasm because I've been fucked often today; not
enough to satisfy my out-of-control sex drive, but still awesomely
frequent. The pain recedes; Willie really does knows how to fuck, he's
moving his hips so that each drive up my ass is a tiny bit different then
the one before.

Grunting louder now, Willie hunches over my back, his arms around my belly
as he's humping me likes dogs fuck, and it's so awesome I tell myself I'm
never giving Willie up; I'll put up with his nonsense just to get these
fucks, oh my god, I want to scream it feels so good. Sweat drops from
Willie's forehead onto my back as he gasps and moans and babbles something
about the hottest pussy in the world. Guess he means mine and a spike of
sexual pleasure in my balls tells me they're full, and a long moan of,
"Ahhhhh, oooh," slips out of me as I buck my hips anxiously awaiting my
impending orgasm. Willie's doing quick stabbing thrust of his cock and then
a long groan of relief and pleasure from him as my ass is sloppy with more
cum joining the remnants of previous climaxes deposited up there, and I
hope for more tonight as I realize Willie's again fucked me into a state of
constant arousal, needing to be fucked. I gag and squeal another incredibly
embarrassing high-pitched squeal as cum jettisons from my cock drenching my
panties once again. Another desperate hump of my hips almost pulls me off
Willie's boner as more cum deliciously rolls up the shaft of my cock to
drool into the messy cum loaded panties and then some more. It's a much
bigger orgasm than I have a right to expect at this point. Willie's laying
on my back, squeezing my body in his arms, his head sideways on my back
just below the back of my head and, like earlier in the shower, I try
keeping us upright as the after shock sensations shoot around my stomach
getting the inside of my thighs tingling, almost painfully. A great fuck,
but this is my forth one of the day and the sensations tend to reduce after
the second one. Still awesome, but not as awesome as the first one or
two. Willie straightens up muttering, "What a pussy you got here, Dylan;
love it!" My ass lips quiver around Willie cock, then clench giving me
chills and making my shoulders shudder as he withdraws. They're always
shuddering, but it's reflex and automatically accompanying my sexy
stimulations that are very hot with intense sexual pleasure. I stay in
position with my mouth wide open now and my tongue way out. Willie mutters,
"Good boy, suck my cock clean, boy," and I do, thinking, "Hmmm, something's
missing. After the fact, maybe this isn't the best submissive sex I've ever
had. When I've cleaned his cock, Willie pats my head, saying, "Okay, I've
shaped your attitude up okay for now. You know to get your mouth open and
your tongue out to accept your man's sloppy cock. Good! If I had two days
with you I'd have you right back to the way you were in Key West. I'll get
ya there, have no doubt about that, and further too. Willie's gonna train
himself the most submissive boy you can imagine, baby, and you're gonna be
that boy, ain't 'cha?" Swallowing the gunk from his cock, I say, "Yes,
Willie," shocked to find myself still this submissive to him. I'm still
bent over with my hands on my knees too. He rubs my head, muttering, "Yeah,
you'll be chasing Willie around begging me to fuck ya before long." He
drags the palm of his hand from my head, down the back of my neck and down
to my ass. Gives me two hard slaps on the sorest butt cheeks I've ever had,
and says, "You can stand up now, Dylan. You've learned your place, don't
forget it either." Wow, it's shocking I'm still feeling incredibly docile
and submissive to him. Could it be I thought this submissiveness is my
normal state of mind? Is it possible I find myself being submissive to
Willie all the time without needing to be put in this state? I mean,
submissiveness is my new norma, everyday l state of mind. Is that possible?
He gets his arm around my neck, saying, "Willie told you he's going to get
tougher on you. I learned that from Devon and it's worked. I'll spank your
ass raw if I need to. And you'll let me won't you?" His face is close to
mine, I go, "Yes, Willie," which makes him laugh, then, "Okay you cute
thing, lets get cleaned up and see what the gay club is like. And there's
your surprise to consider as well."

to be continued... Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com