Date: Sat, 23 May 2015 15:18:34 -0400 From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 64 DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter 64 by Donny Mumford My first night in Fort Lauderdale and I'm walking on a deserted part of the beach with none other than Willie Worthington. We're sharing a cigarette walking like boyfriends with my arm around his waist and his arm around the back of my neck. With each step our sides rub together and I'm thinking it's fun being with him again. Neither of us is talking, the only sound I hear are waves breaking on the beach. Every now and then Willie hugs my neck looking me in the eyes, smiling his confident smile. For old times sake, he made me cum in my pants about five minutes ago and the cum has cooled so now it's wet and squishing in my jockey shorts. And, as usually happens when I'm with Willie, I find myself feeling deliciously submissive and enjoying that familiar sensation quite a bit. I don't want to lose it by complaining about my wet underwear so I'll wait for him to say something about the cum that's soaked through and made a big wet cum stain on the front of my khaki cargo shorts. Chances are he doesn't care about that, so I squeeze his side looking at him hoping to get his attention. Willie glances at the wet spot near my zipper and chuckles. He's looking very sexy, cute, and handsome. For a time there, about ten minutes ago, I got that little boy sensation looking up to Willie as this awesomely dominant person. It was a fleeting moment but an extremely pleasant one and I'd like to get it back. I'm guessing that me being tired from the road trip probably helped me fall into the old habit of being submissive to Willie, and since Robby's back at the hotel room sleeping I'll enjoy this while I can. It's sexy harmless fun, so I'll play it out. Reaching up I run my fingers through Willie's long hair at the back of his head thinking that I'd like to give him a haircut. I've never done that and don't know why that is. Willie flicks the cigarette butt we've been sharing off to the left into the grassy beach and stops walking. He turns facing me and my arms just naturally go around the back of his neck as I stare submissively into his pretty brown eyes. Then I lean in against him and he rubs my back, murmuring, "Like old times, huh, and how I've missed you, Dylan. I wanted to call you a hundred times, but I promised not to brother you and I've kept my word. Then fate stepped in and I have this chance encounter with you. Life is full of surprises, huh?" I nod my head and rest my forehead on his shoulder, but he puts a couple of fingers under my chin to lift my head so he can lean over and kiss my lips, then ask, "Everything okay, baby?" I nod my head again and he chuckles, hugging me, mumbling, "Enjoying your submissive trance, are you? I know how that works, so good for you. Ya know, it could be like this all the time. You and me could have such a fabulous life together. Oh man, could we ever, but I'm not going to interject myself into your life, not unless you want me too. If you need me sometime, just call. Okay?" I nod my head and he maintain's the dominant role, sternly saying, "Answer me, please." As my dick moves in my pants I snuggle into him grinning to myself because this is so sexy. Then I say, "Yes, Willie, I'll call you whenever I need something." That makes him laugh out loud and when we start walking again, he goes, "That's not exactly what I meant, but that's fine too. Call me if you need something... ha ha, but I was referring more along the lines of you missing me and maybe something to do with loving me, but whatever." We're at a spot on this neglected beach that's below street level by like fifteen feet or so, There's a big sand dune or hill to our left and the ocean to our right. Willie stops walking again, and says, "Ya know what we're gonna do? We're going skinning dipping. Get your clothes off, Dylan." He takes his arm from around my neck and pulls his sleeveless t-shirt over his head. I get undressed quickly watching him drop his pants. Rubbing the back of my wrist against my nose, unconsciously smelling my arm, I stare at Willie's long thin cock. It's just like I remember, meaning it's as long or a little longer than Ryan's, but not as thick. Willie's cock slides up my ass easier than Ryan's, and Willie can go longer without climaxing too. He once fucked two climaxes out of me before he had his first one. I shiver at the thought of the awesome sex we've had together over the years. In our early days, during weekend sleep overs at his house, when we're in his bed he'd sometimes get me tied up in his arms and legs so I couldn't move. Claustrophobia would flood my brain and I'd struggle in a panic, but he'd just tighten his hold on me until I gave up and submitted to his dominance. I'd get docile then, and he'd whisper in my ear, 'Good boy, that's my good boy'. Fuck, I'd actually feel like his 'boy' for real, for awhile anyway. Of course I knew somewhere in my brain what was going on, but it just felt so fucking sexy letting myself be dominated and knowing I'd soon be getting fucked awesomely. I'd just surrender myself to him and float in a sea of sexual submissive bliss. That memory makes me shiver again with arousal. Willie misinterprets my shivering, asking, "You chilly, baby? You shivered twice." I go, "No, I'm not chilly." Hell, it's still gotta be in the eighty degree range so how could I be cold? I'll bet the water's warmer here than it is on the Wildwood beach too. Why wouldn't it be considering the sun's been shining down on the ocean here year round. Willie pulls me to him, a hand roughly on each of my shoulders until I'm leaning against him, chest to chest. Then he gets an arm around my back hugging me tightly against him and his feet go behind mine in almost a claustrophobic situation, asking, "Is your boyfriend giving you spankings on any kind of a regular basis?" In my hazy state of mind I almost ask which boyfriend he's referring to, but catch myself realizing he means Robby. I go, "No, hardly ever." He goes, "Oh, really?" reaching behind me and the, "SMACK!" sounds rings out as his bare hand smacks my bare ass. He mumbles, "No spanking, huh? That's too bad. You need it kinda rough, and spanking your ass is part of the sexy game, isn't it?" Then, "SMACK! SMACK!" echoes out as I flinch, grunting, "Oh! Um..." Willie's mumbling, "Some guys just don't get it, do they, babe?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" and I yell, OW!" with my hand going back to ward off the next smack. My left butt cheek is stinging like mad. Willie does his stern routine again, "Dylan! Put your arms around me and take your bad boy spanking!" I do what he says with my forehead on his shoulder now, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" Tears in my eyes as Willie takes a deep breath, then, "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! he takes my hand then and leads me towards the water, "That's my good boy, taking his spanking that he know he deserves." I lean against his side with my ass cheek on fire and me feeling like Willie's 'boy' again, loving the submissiveness I'm feeling even though my smacked ass is burning. It's important for me to suspend disbelief at times like these and not think rationally or it'll ruin the sub/dom mood. Willie and I both know out roles in this awesome sex game. We're walking into the ocean with me not fully realizing yet the degree to which I'm into my little-boy type of submissive trance. I should know something's changed though because my cock is firm and bouncing off my thigh with each step. All I know is, aside from my burning smacked ass, it feels really good being submissive with my firm cock pulsating and throbbing sexily. It's not a boner, but it's definitely firm. Willie reaches down to take my cock in his fist leading me deeper into the water and it finally hits me that Willie's spanked me into being his submissive 'boy' and a quiet whining moan of sexual arousal slips out of me, "Ooooh, Willie, mmm." He says, "The salt water will sing your smacked ass, but be a big boy and don't cry." This would be funny if it wasn't so sexually arousing to me. I know I'm not actually a little kid, but Willie can play the sub/dom game backwards and forwards, like Ryan, and playing along with the pretense of being a little boy is sexy to me. It's awesome to let my mind think what it will. When the water hits my stinging smacked ass I yelp and Willie goes, "No!" making me grin. We dive into the first big wave and swim side by side for maybe five minutes until Willie catches a good wave and surfs into shore. I get the next big wave and Willie's waiting for me when I finally hit shallow water. He wrestles with me in the water until I stop struggling and become docile with both my arms pinned behind me. When I'm totally still he says his usual, "That's my boy." He says that many times probably to reinforce in my mind that I'm in fact 'his boy' during our sub/dom sex. I can't remember a single time we've had any other kind of sex except sub/dom sex, and with him always the dominant one. Letting go of my arms, he stand up and holds his hand down to me. I take it and he helps me up. We wade out into the ocean again, hand in hand, and do it all over again. Swimming naked is so cool. I can't even see the road from here it's so private, but even if it wasn't Willie would have us skinny dipping anyway. He's never given a flying fuck what others think. The moon is bright with ten thousand stars twinkly in the night sky and it's sexy fun to submissively do what I'm told. We're swimming and body surfing for half an hour until finally Willie says, "Come on, baby," and takes my hand to walk me back up onto the grassy sand. I haven't said a word since I yelped when the water splashed on my smacked ass. I'm standing naked in the sand looking at Willie and smelling salt water on the back of my hand. He grins, murmuring, "Isn't this perfect, Dylan?" then presses down on my shoulders and I drop to my knees as he spreads his legs a little. Picking up his cock with my fingers and squeezing it, I then suck it into my mouth tasting the salty ocean water. I'm not feeling like a little boy anymore, but I still have submissive feelings towards Willie because he's been totally in-charge starting with my spanking. Before that he was half in-charge and half trying to please me and compliment me. I know how he feels about me, but I can't return those kinds of feelings to him. Being good at my role in our sub/dom sex game is my way of showing him I care about him, plus I like sucking his cock. Even going way back to fat Carl, I've liked sucking a cute guy's cock. Not that Carl was cute... I simply consider him my initial sex mentor. He showed me I was gay, which is something he knew before I did. Fat Carl showed me the basics of sex and then Willie taught me the finer details of it, and there isn't much to compare one to the other as far as sexually pleasure goes. Carl was certainly dominant and me submissive, but I didn't know any other way at the time. I was fascinated and sexually turned-on having sex with him so I'd walk the couple of miles to Carl's house looking for more sex and he exploited my ignorance and began treating me badly. Then I met Willie and found out how good sub/dom sex can actually be. Since then I've know lovers sex with Robby and sometimes with Ryan, but I still get more aroused sexually with sub/dom sex when it's done like Willie does it. It also has something to do with familiarity and I'm sort of programmed to be submissive to him, which is what Willie's basically been doing with me since I met him that fateful day. It would definitely be cool traveling the world with him except for one major problem. Experience has shown me that after two days I don't want to do the submissive thing anymore. That's my limit... two days. Two days is hardly enough time to travel the world, plus I know that Willie would continually tighten his dominance little by little until he squeezed out my free will and I'd be like his favorite pet poodle. Ryan could do that too except he wouldn't. He loves me for real while Willie loves me for being submissive to him. Big fucking difference. For tonight though it's perfect sub/dom sex for a couple of hours and I'm enjoying it to the fullest. Small doses of Willie can be a lot of sexy fun and it's tempting to extend it, but once again experience tells me that won't work. All of that is true, but I'm only interested in right now, this moment, and that means sucking Willie's cock. I've got it fairly stiff after licking and sucking it for a minute or two so I push it to the side with my fingers and lick his pubic hairs flat against his belly. Then sit back on my ankles picking a few hairs out of my mouth looking up at Willie. Damn he's good looking and I like his long hair. He's better looking now than ever and those curly dark whiskers are so sexy. He grins down at me, saying, "I should shave my pubes, huh?" I shrug and look at his cock that's stiffly leaning to the side. Taking it in my fingers again I lick all around the head like it's an ice cream cone and watch it swell and get a darker shade of pink as Willie goes, "Mmmm, oooh, shit that feels good." Sucking it back into my mouth my tongue licks around the fattening head as my lips suck the shaft pulling it inside my mouth inch by inch until the head's in my throat. Willie's moving his feet in the sand, rubbing my head as he grunts and moans, then backs up pulling his cock from my throat, then my mouth. His cock is hard now but too long and not hard enough yet to stick straight out. Willie strokes it a few times grunting. I lean in and lap at his big, low hanging nuts. He hunches down so I bend my neck back and lick over his asshole. My tongue is way out licking over the lips of his anus until he grunts, turns around and bends over. Willie's slim although he has an athlete's body with excellent muscle definition, and his ass is sexy too. Two rounded firm pinkish, hairless butt cheeks... a very hot ass. I spread his hot ass cheeks revealing his dark pink rosebud anus that's tight and clean. Willie's usually very clean. There's some random hairs that another lick across his asshole flattens against his skin. His anus is very tight even though it's been fucked many times. That was during Willie's submissive periods obviously. Yeah, but I'm thinking those days are over for him now. I say that although I'm not sure why, except there's a relaxed calmness about him now that he's never had before. I just have this sense that he's changed for the better. Whatever, I loosen his tight anus with a number of licks right on it while still spreading his butt cheeks. He moans and moves his feet in the sand some more, unable to stand still with his cock and ass sending sexy pleasure signals to his brain. I lick and suck on his asshole until the lips of his anus are constantly in motion, tightening and then relaxing, tightening and then relaxing. Finally they're loose enough to get my tongue inside. My cock is so hard it's pulsating and I know if I rim him long enough I'd have a spontaneous orgasm. Darting motions with my tongue in and out his asshole for almost a minute until he gasps, stepping away. His face is red as he takes a deep breathes standing there with his boner in his fist. There's a shining pearl of precum at the pee slit I'd like to taste, but Willie moves a finger in a circle which I take to mean I should turn around and get on my hands and knees. Doing that I hear a whine of arousal from me, then I push my ass up looking back at Willie. Still holding his long hard cock in his fist Willie steps over and plugs the head right in past my sphincter and my back arches as I grunt, "Ooof!" The head's fatter than I remember and the lips of my asshole are stretched causing a stab of pain. Willie asks, "Did that hurt you?" and I lie, grunting, "No," so Willie humps his hips pushing his boner in three or four inches and I lift up off my knees and now I'm on my hands and toes, gritting my teeth. "SMACK!" on my ass as he says, "Get down," so I drop back down on my knees holding my breath. Willie's aroused so his cock is overly engorged with seminal fluid and no question about it, his boner is fatter than I remember it being in the past. It's been seven or eight months since we've done it so maybe my memory is playing tricks on me. In any case the pain is fading like it always does so I let out my held breath and suck in another lung full of salty-smelling ocean air. After waiting almost a minute, Willie gets a hand on each of my hips and as he's pushes his cock the last four or five inches up my ass, he's pulling me back into it at the same time and I'm holding my breath again. I can feel my face turning bright red and getting hot. Willie pulls on my hips harder and now my butt cheeks are tightly against his belly and the inside of his thighs. He lets go of my hips leaning against me rubbing his hands from my armpits down my sides, murmuring, "The best body and ass in all the world, baby. Feels so good I could cry knowing it probably will never be mine to use forever." Again the pain fades in my rectum and is replaced by the most wonderful feeling. Now it's familiar, that incredible filled up feeling that Willie's cock always gives me and the pain becomes a distant memory as I moan quietly, "Mmmm, oooh it feels good, Willie, so good." He leans over rubbing my head, then pulls my head back stretching my neck, "You like it, Dylan? You remember our sex together now, huh?" It's almost like he's mad at me and I like that because it makes my submissiveness grow, as I murmur, "I remember, Willie." He roughly pushes my head forward now so I'm looking down at my boner that's so hard it's straight out. Holding my head uncomfortably down like that, he pulls his cock back and my submissiveness deepens as I moan quietly. Then for a solid minute or so the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds of his body smacking into my ass drowns out the sounds of waves breaking on the beach. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," with me grunting, "Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh." My body jerks forward with each thrust of his long hard cock slamming up my ass. He's fucking me hard and it feels so good I can't describe it. Willie stops fucking for a few seconds to take a couple of deep breaths, then cups my shoulders with both hands and, "Slapslapslapslap," real fast and hard now for three or four minutes until the sensations in my rectum spread all around my groin with my hard boner bobbing up and down with each hard thrust. The sense of climax increases and increases until my back arches and I squeal with cum pumping out of my bone-hard cock to splash in the sand right under me, and my whole body shudders with sexual pleasure. Willie keeps fucking me as I squeal again with more cum shooting out of my vibrating boner. The sensations from my orgasm swirl around me and begin fading even as I moan and continue being jerked forward with each of his thrusts. Another minute and he pulls out gasping, then sputters, "Get around here," I scramble around on my hands and knees, dizzy with climax sensations. Willie pokes his belly out, his boner shiny with precum. Staring up at it for a second as it points straight out from his pubic hair above my head. Willie asks, "What are you waiting for?" and I go up on my knees, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out. Without touching his stretched, incredibly hard cock he pushes it into my mouth sliding it on my tongue and I suck it wildly as I'm pushing my head forward taking the shaft in my mouth now. In fifteen seconds the head is on my throat, then maybe three inches of the hard shaft is down my throat too and I feel the bulge at my Adam's apple. I'm working my throat muscles as my tongue licks the shaft. Willie's dark pubic hair surround my chin, nose, and mouth. Needing air I back off his boner and when the head's on my tongue Willie cries out and a lot cum pours into my mouth, some of it drooling out both sides. Willie humps his hips as he's pulling my head forward flattening my face in his pubic hairs again. More cum shoots out going down my throat and I'm gagging as he moans and lets go of my head so I'm able to back off his cock enough that the last spurt of cum hits the back of my mouth making me gasp and inhale, then exhale too quickly with cum getting sucked into my sinuses and then blowing out my nose. Thick creamy cum drools down my top lip and oozes along it as I sit back on my ankles and Willie plops down in the sand on his bare ass. I'm blowing air out my nostrils hard, droplets of cum shooting out. Swallowing a few times clears most of the creamy cum from my mouth. I wipe across my nose and chin smearing his cum on the back of my hand and then rub the back of my wrist under my nose smelling only his cum, not my wrist. Willie's watching me as he takes deep breaths. I gasp and lay back in the sand stroking my cock. Willie coughs, still breathing hard as he crawls over and lays next to me, asking, "Are you alright, Dylan? God, that was the biggest orgasm I've had in quite awhile. Jeez, oh man, that was awesome." I mumble, "I'm fine, but I haven't blown cum out my nose since I don't know when. Hot fuck though, Willie." He moves over to get his arm under my neck and we lay together looking up at the night sky, the moon and stars shining without a cloud anywhere to be seen. After awhile he says, "Shouldn't we be doing this together a lot more often? I mean, okay, you're in love with him, but you told me you were in love with him before and we still did it together. How come we don't do that anymore?" I shrug my shoulders, "We're going to colleges three hundred miles apart, Willie. We don't have an opportunity to see each other." He goes up on his elbow, asking, "Is that the only reason?" I shrug again, "I guess, plus you never call me." He says, "You didn't want me to," and I say, "You assumed that, Willie, I never said that." He goes, "Okay, yeah, you never actually said it, but I got the distinct impression that's what you meant." Both of us lay in the sand with me smelling the back of my hand testing if Willie's cum scent has drifted away and it mostly has. I can't think straight at the moment though so can't think what I should say. He reaches over taking hold of the hand I was rubbing against my nose, asking, "What did you think of the submissiveness I was able to bring out on you?" I look at him, "What do you think? It was awesome and that spanking had me thinking I was your bad little boy being disciplined." He grins, "That's what I thought would happen. It's fun isn't it?" We talk about the dynamics of sub/dom sex and unlike Willie in the past, he's dropped the dominance now that sex is over. That's the correct way to do it of course, but I kinda liked it when he kept being dominant even after the sex. He was constantly dominant in Key West that time. After two days though his dominant act got to be basically annoying. We start giggling as we get carried away exaggerating the dominant things Willie's done to me in the past, like the time he plucked my eyebrows. Then we're laughing out loud about the time he wanted me to be in a porn video and the weirdos we encountered there. He flicks some sand on me and I do it to him and we're rolling around in the sand for a bit until both of us are just hugging one another. Then we lay together like that doing little kisses, our bodies covered in sand. We're lucky we had our sex on this section of the beach where there aren't any stones or broken shells. When we stop kissing, Willie rubs sand in my hair and I get pissed-off at him and stand up, "You always take things too far, Willie." He gets up too, "Oh, I'm sorry, Dylan. I didn't know it was you who decided when something goes too far." He's right, so I say, "Well, now you fucking know, don't ya?" but I'm grinning when I say it. He grins back imitating me, saying, "You always take things too far, Willie," but he's grinning too. Then we hug for a second. Walking towards the ocean with his arm around the back of my waist, Willie says, jokingly, "If you're not a lot nicer to me I won't fuck you again tonight," and I put my arm around his waist too, going, "Oh, please. You can rub sand in my hair if you want to." He goes, "That's better," and we stop to hug and kiss. Willie says, "I love you," and I go, "You love having dominant sex with me, that's what you love." Another kiss and we walk into the ocean as he says, "That too, but also I love you, Dylan Newman, the person." I go, "No you don't," and dive into the water. We swim around naked for ten minutes or so until we've got the sand off our bodies, and then walk back to the grassy beach hand in hand. "Remember when you'd get embarrassed with me holding your hand in public?" I go, "Yep, but I don't anymore." We already talked about that, but I guess Willie wants me to give him credit again. So I say, "You taught me many things for which I say, thank you." He goes, "You're welcome." We walk up to where our clothes lay and I get my cigarette pack out. Both of us light up and smoke as our bodies dry in the warm air. In between puffs off his cigarette Willie tells me self deprecating embarrassing stories of dumb things he did early in his freshman year at Cornell. And then dumb things he and his ex-boyfriend did. Before long we get to laughing our nuts off again. I'd forgotten how funny he can be. Willie's different now and I think I helped in that regard, a little bit anyway. Mostly though he came around on his own by admitting the mistakes of his younger days. We get dressed and walk back to his car. With the back of my hand to my nose I look at the digital clock in the Mustang and find, surprisingly, it's not even eleven o'clock. I thought it'd be later. Beautiful night for a ride with the top down so Willie drives aimlessly around as we exchange college experiences. He's younger than me, but not by much. His birthday fell just short of him being enrolled in kindergarten the year I was, so he's a year behind me in his education. I ask if he's been playing much tennis and he tells me he's a member of a tennis club at college. He was the captain of his prep school's tennis team and I know he's a very good basketball player too because I've played with him. I'm good at pickup basketball games, but Willie's better. He's also the best boy dancer I know and he taught me how to dance almost as good as him. When thinking back on my life with Willie, I know I'm forgetting the bad parts, but that's what we tend to do and I think that's a good thing. It's the here and now that's important and the here and now with Willie is pretty fucking good. He drives his rented Mustang onto the parking lot of a Dairy Queen, saying, "I feel like a cone, how 'bout you, Dylan?" I go, "Sure." We look at the longish line waiting to be served and he says, "I'll flip a coin to see which one of us stands in line." Away from the ocean breeze the mosquitos are out, but Willie's got the Mustang's air conditioning on even though the top is down. The cool air in the car seems to keep the mosquitos away but I see people slapping themselves in line as mosquitos buzz around them. Willie flips a coin and I call tails. Naturally it come up heads and Willie chuckles, mumbling, "Sucker." I get in the back of the line and start slapping myself now too. I hate mosquitos! The line moves quickly and five or six minutes later I order two medium vanilla cones dipped in chocolate sauce. The chocolate hardens as soon as it hits the freezing ice cream and makes a chocolate coating on the soft serve. Back in the car we eat the cones, then start switching cones passing them back and forth grinning and being goofy licking off each other's cone. When done, Willie says, "My hands are sticky. Lets flip to see who gets napkins and wets them at the water fountain." He flips the coin and I'm soon wetting napkins at the water fou ntain. We use them to clean our hands and mouths, then dump then on the blacktop and Willie does a wheelie out of the parking lot. He drives us further down the beach area, maybe two or three miles further down from where we fucked. Now there isn't much more than sandy dirt between the road and the ocean so it's very deserted. A sexy make-out leads to sex with Willie fucking me as I'm laying on my stomach in the back seat with my pants pulled down past my ass and Willie's cock poking out the fly of his shorts. It's a good ten minute fuck before I cum in my pants again and this time Willie keeps fucking me until he cums up my ass. A pretty good orgasm too because it feels very messy in my rectum. I shot my load in my pants again because he didn't pull my pants down far enough in front. Awesome fuck though, and even though my ass is a little sore now I'm feeling really good. I use the extra napkins from the Dairy Queen to wipe cum from inside my underwear and the cum drooling out my ass. Willie smokes and chuckles watching me wipe cum off myself. When I've got as much cum wiped up as I can, I pull up my pants, saying, "Don't ya want me to clean your cock?" He says, "Yeah, I do. Get your mouth down here," as he pulls out his long cock and I lay over with my face in his lap sucking his sloppy soft cock until it's clean. Willie rubs his fingers through my hair grunting and squirming on the seat until I've sucked another boner on him. He wrestles me around on my stomach again pulling my pants down a second time and fucking me slowly for a long time before we have small orgasms. Then he lays on me with his cock still up my ass with his face on the back of my head. "You smell so good, Dylan, I need to fuck you some more," and he humps his cock in my ass another minute or so before pulling it out. My rectum is very sore now as Willie complains, "My dick hurts." Without bothering to wipe cum off me this time, I pull up my pants and sit up, groaning, "Ow, my ass is so sore I'm going to be walking bowlegged for a while." He laughs, "Not a new condition when we get together, is it?" I grunt, "Ow!" as I adjust how I'm sitting, then says, "It's very familiar, but I've had enough fucking for one night." We light cigarettes with Willie saying, "In Key West we'd go to sleep with my cock up your ass and the next day we'd both be walking funny." I nod my head, "Yeah, I remember, and then you got food poisoning." He mumbles, "Oh, fuck, that's right. Jesus that was sick!" We reminisce about Key West and also the times he'd pop up unannounced during my Wildwood vacations. Damn, we've had a lot of adventures together, but neither of us brings up his attempted suicide that now I believe really was a suicide act on his part. The dumb fuck. So I really did save a life... his. Having this unexpected sexy night with Willie brings back tons of memories and also the thought that's been on my mind for awhile now. It's that maybe Robby and I are fooling ourselves about being in true love. That's been a troubling recurring concern I've had for a while now and it's time I gave it serious thought. Anyway, Willie's and my night finally sort of fizzles out for us, he's tired and still a little hungover from whatever he and his roommate,Taye, did last night, and I'm totally wasted... the twenty-four hour road trip finally catching up with me. Willie's driving me to my hotel with us planning to get together at least once more during our stay in Fort Lauderdale. Whichever day the guys go to Disney World I'll stay back here and hookup with Willie again. After all Robby's hot for seeing Disney World because that's where Danny's family is vacationing during spring break. I'd like to see Disney World too of course, but I'll see it another time. Maybe on our road trip home since we'll be going right by it. Willie and I have a quick kiss goodnight telling each other it's been an awesome reunion, and it actually has been. Reunions are often awesome. Out of the car I'm walking funny because of my sore ass but I know from experience after a good nights sleep I'll hardly notice it in the morning. Inside the room I see Chubby's not back yet and it's very quiet in here. I slip into the bathroom and do my routine and then hop in the shower. Damn, my ass is really sore so I'm glad to get under the covers and nestle next to Robby thinking about our true love status again. Sleep comes almost immediately though so I don't think about it long before a deep sleep of exhaustion overtakes me... a sexually satisfied exhaustion. Waking up at eleven-thirty the next morning to a quiet room and bright sunshine in my eyes. Looking over I see Chubby's pull out bed has been slept in, but no one's in the room except me. Yawning and stretching, then getting out of bed I pad into the bathroom and sit on the throne a bit, then wash-up and throw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Stepping into my sandals I go out on the balcony to look down three balconies hoping to see the guys in the other room, but no one's there. Well, what the fuck? No note, no nothing? Back inside I grab my cell phone and see a few text messages saying everyone's on the beach straight down from the hotel. Huh! Putting on my Oakley sunglasses, I think of Willie giving me these expensive shades, then think of him last night and grope myself, then feel my ass. It's recovered and I grin thinking about all the fucking Willie did with me and how much I liked it. Of course he had both of us walking bowlegged before he was done. Ha ha, that fucking Willie. But how could I enjoy that so much if I'm actually in true love with Robby. I love him, but I love others too so it can't be true love, can it? Oh fuck it for now. I'm out of the room and instead of waiting for the elevator I take the stairs down to the lobby where I see a sign claiming complimentary coffee and sweet rolls. How nice! Yeah, except there are no sweet rolls left and the coffee is cold. After walking around the hotel a bit I find the back door and go outside to sweltering heat. Lighting a cigarette and walking down the beach looking for the guys I discover they are not right down from the hotel, so I wander down the beach a ways looking for someone I know and/or a cute guy to ogle. Lots of guys, but a scarify of cute ones, then I spot Vinnie standing, cupping around his mouth with his hands and yelling down towards the water. Smelling the back of my hand I walk around the sunbathers to get to Vinnie and ask, "Where is everyone?" He goes, "Ah, so you finally got out of bed, huh?" I'm like, "Duh, yeah," and he goes, "They're in the ocean, where else?" I ask, "What time did you hit the beach this morning?" He sits on a beach chair shading his eyes, "Around nine o'clock. What'd ya do last night? You weren't at the beach party and it was cool!" I say, "I was at the beach party, but I ran into an old friend. There wasn't a bonfire though." He goes, "Yes there was," and I'm like, "I didn't see it." Sitting on one of the beach chairs, I ask, "Where'd ya get these beach chairs?" Vinnie points up toward the hotels, "They rent them up there. Five bucks a day for each." Then Robby comes walking up dipping wet and wiping water off his face. "Hi, Dylan! Where ya been?" He leans down and gives me a kiss. I mumble, "I overslept. Just got here." He sits down grabbing a towel, and I'm like, "Where'd the towels come from?" He says, "There's a big stack of them right outside the hotel lobby. What time did you get to bed last night?" I shrug, "I don't know. I, um, ran into Willie Worthington at the beach party," and he stops drying himself to stare at me as Vinnie says, "You weren't at the beach party," and I yell, "Goddammit, Vinnie, I was so." He mutters, "No ya weren't." Robby's like, "Worthington? Don't fucking tell me you knew he'd be here." I shake my head, "Hell, no. I haven't text or emailed him in months. It was totally a chance meeting. He's here with his roommate from Cornell." Robby rolls his eyes shaking his head a little, but says no more about it. Well, he's gonna see Danny Monday at Disney World so he better not say anymore about it. Robby finally says, "The water's beautiful. It's almost warm." I go, "Huh," and see Chubby chasing Dodger towards us and then there's Connor walking up behind them. Dodger runs behind Vinnie's chair, shouting, "Hi, Dylan," then, "Vinnie, protect me! Jeff's gonna kill me." Chubby's here now pointing at a grinning Dodger. "Next time you're in the water, when you least expect it, you're bathing suit is coming off completely." Then he sees me and gives me a hug with his wet body dripping all over me. "Dylan, bro, where the fuck ya been?" Before I can answer, he's like, "That Army brat pulled my bathing suit down and little one-eyed shriveled Jeffrey was looking at all the girls looking back at him." I'm like, "That's terrible, Chub," then to Dodger, "Now you've got both of us to worry about." Connor rubs my head, "Hiya, Dylan. Love those cool sunglasses." Jesus! Connor's looking so hot. Nice body! I say, "You're looking hot, Connor." He goes, "It's like ninety degrees out here." I chuckle as his misinterpretation of 'hot', and Dodger says to me, "You're in my beach chair," and I'm like, "Tough tittie. You pulled my brother's bathing suit down in the water so you forfeit your beach chair for one hour," and he sits on me. "Okay, I'll sit on you then." His bathing suit soaks mine as I roll my eyes. When was the last time I ever put one over on Dodger? That would be... um, never. I struggle out from under him and stand as he smirks at me looking so cute I can't help but grin back at him. I'm looking for cute guys on the beach and right here my friends are awesomely cute guys. Even Vinnie's kinda cute in his own way. Connor stands up, "You can use my chair, Dylan." I go, "Thanks, Connor, you're so nice, but I'm going up and rent one for myself." Chubby says, "Get me a soda, bro," and then everyone wants one. I complain, "I can't carry six sodas and a chair down here, fer chistsakes." Connor says, "I'll come with you," and he's up, eager to help. What can you say? He's like the most awesome guy ever. Putting my arm across his shoulders, I go, "Thanks, buddy," and we walk up the beach towards the hotels that are like dominoes all along the beach. Connor says, "You know who I miss the most by being in the Army?" I'm like, "Who's that?" knowing what he's going to say. "You, Dylan, that's who. Do you think we can do, you know, do 'it' this week some time." He's never been able to say 'fuck'. I glance at him, "Absolutely, Connor," and he blushes, then tells me, "I have this ginormous crush on one of the medics I work with, but I'm pretty sure he's straight." I go, "Damn, most guys are straight. Us gay guys have limited choices. I mean finding a gay guy who's cute too, well that takes some luck." He says, "I found you," and I'm like, "You need someone a lot more trustworthy than me, Connor. Take my word for that," and I think about me and Willie last night... and Robby. I'm feeling guilty now and I gotta wonder again if Robby and I are fooling ourselves about being in true love. That's a disturbing thought, but one Robby and I gotta consider. Not only Ryan now, but Willie's got my attention again too, plus I wanna do 'it', as Connor calls sex, with him and other guys as well. That's not being in true love with Robby though, and I wonder why I ever thought it was? It seems so silly to me all of a sudden, but why did it take so long to feel this way. Maybe because I didn't want to hurt Robby's feelings, or I just like the notion of 'true' love, or I don't know why. Connor and I get the sodas from a machine at the rental place where I rent a beach chair. On the way back down the beach Connor tells me he and Dodger had weekends away from the Army base together twice and both times they had buddy sex, and while it was good it wasn't like fireworks going off or anything like that for either of them. They were both horny and they're good friends so it was buddy sex in it's purest form. He asked me not to say anything to Dodger which I wouldn't have anyway. I wouldn't bring up the subject with Dodger or anyone else. Drinking our sodas with everyone saying how cool it is being here and then we swim and later goof off on the beach pointing out people we don't feel should be allowed to wear a bathing suit in public. I'm starving by the time we go up for lunch. We all order subs from a sub shop in the so-called promenade and take then to Dodger's room to eat. We eat lunch there because that's where the beer is. I had a grand total of two beers with Willie last night and then a really good night's sleep so I'm feeling great. While eating, Vinnie's looking at Robby and me as we're sitting next to each other on the sofa... the one Connor slept in last night. This morning he put the pull-out bed back into a sofa again. Vinnie says, "You two have the same shade of blue eyes." Robby says, "Yeah, and we have the same shade of two-tone blond hair too. People who don't know us sometimes think we're brothers." Vinnie goes, "I know what you are, you're both descendants of one male that had a gene mutation as he formed inside his mother. His brown eyes mutated to blue and that happened seven to ten thousands years ago. It's been proven scientifically. And as you probably know, the possibility of eye color genes mutating simultaneously and in the exact same way is almost zero, as in no possibility of it happening. That can only mean your blue eyes came from one man and he was probably from Russia." I go, "Whatever you just said sounds like bullshit, Vinnie, but I'm very fond of you just the same." He goes, "In Russia near Ural probably." I go, "Un huh," and he adds, "Everyone with blue eyes can be one hundred percent positive that somewhere in their genealogy there was incest." Robby says, "Genealogy," as he grins at me. Vinnie's not done yet, "Yeah, genealogy, and all blue eyed people of any race, other than white, have someone of the white race somewhere in their genealogy both mothers' side and the father's side of the family. The blue eye gene is recessive of course." I go, "Everybody knows that," and Dodger says, "Thank you for the lesson about blue eyes, Vinnie. Now please shut the fuck up so we can go on with our mundane, normal bullshitting." Vinnie's like, "Oh, sure, okay," and he goes back to eating his meatball sub. After lunch we smuggle beers down to the beach drinking them out of colored plastic cups like it's lemonade or something. In between drinking cups of beer we swim and body surf and then reapply sun screen. Finally I say to Robby, "How about we fill cups with beer and take a walk on the beach." Robby's all for that and we wander away with Robby asking, "Do you have something on your mind, baby?" I'm like, "Why would you ask that?" and he goes, "I know you pretty well, Dylan, and it looks to me like you've got something you want to talk about." I say, "Huh, very perceptive of you, boyfriend. It's, um, and don't get all bent out of shape because what I'm going to say isn't necessarily a bad thing; but well it's this, I don't think we're in true love like we say we are." Robby stops in his tracks, "What the fuck are you talking about, Dylan? What brought this on?" I'm like, "We can't be in true love and have sex buddies that we love too, and you said you love Danny." He's like, "Oh really? Huh, I didn't realize we're not in true love. I think I am though." I ask, "Don't ya think we're drifting a little from our hottest time together, which was our engagement. We broke that off and since then I've become more involved with Ryan and you with Danny." We both light cigarettes and start walking again thinking about what's been said. Then Robby says, "Well, maybe we're not in true love, and I guess you could say we're both very good looking, and gay, plus gay guys our age tend to stray some when it comes to sex. Neither of us has any trouble interesting other gay guys, so we do have what you call 'side-sex' from time to time." I say, "Well what would you call it, and we have it's more than 'from time to time', Robby. And I'm not saying I don't love you because I do." He looks at me, "Now that I think about it, Dylan, you end up stealing most of my best side sex buddies anyway, so you might be on to something here. But aren't we basically talking about semantics. What's true love anyway? How would you describe it?" I go, "Exclusive, one person someone's in true love with and only wants to be with that person sexually." He goes, "Oh this is just great. Ya know what, if we break up everyone we know will blame me because you're bulletproof, you're everyone's golden boy who can do no wrong. And anyway, no matter what you say I've been in love with you from before I even fucking knew you and I've tolerated your incessant alley-catting ways because of my blind love. Maybe that's an obsession and if it is so be it, I don't give a fuck! It's been your side sex that inspires me to follow suit. No one would believe me if I told them that, of course. They'd blame it on me somehow." Oh, a pity party, huh? I don't say that though. I say, You're right about this being about semantics, Robby. The rest of what you just said isn't true though." He mutters, "Yeah, it is." Nothing I want to add to that so I don't say anything, until I get a little heated and go, "With all due respect, Robby, you seem to be trying to blame me for your side sex, which by the way I believe is more prevalent than meets the eye. I'm up front with my side-sex and you seldom are." He goes, "That is such a crock of shit!" I mumble, "No it's not. You can't say 'no' to the baseball player boys sucking up to you anymore than I can say 'no' to guys who interest me sexually. We're two peas in a pod in that regard. And you've always been the golden boy in high school, not me, so your opportunities far exceeded mine. God only knows who you were fucking back in high school." He stops, "Wait, Dylan. Okay, semantically maybe we're not in true love, but I love you and you love me, right?" I nod, "Yes, that's right." He goes, "So lets not turn this into a fight, um, or even an argument. We're not really disagreeing with each other all that much." I ask, "What have we agreed on?" He says, "That we both screw around and we're gonna continue screwing around until we don't do it anymore, and I guess we're going to stop pretending we're so much in love with each other that we won't screw around." I say, "Yeah, okay. There will be no guilt from having side-sex, but we'll still be number one boyfriends, and maybe still get married." We start walking again with Robby saying, "We should have some rules though: no throwing your sex with someone else in my face and I won't in yours. Plus be considerate." I say, "So basically nothing's changed except we're admitting we've been exaggerating our love for each other." He goes, "It doesn't need to be as definitive as that. How do you quantify love anyway. When we're ready, we're ready and we're not nearly ready yet." I mutter, "I guess not, but right now I've got the hots for you something terrible. Isn't that strange? " He goes, "Not at all. Let's walk back so I can fuck you in the shower." Groping myself, I go, "Yeah, lets." We start jogging, grinning at each other and saying things like: "Damn good talk, boyfriend,' and "We're still gonna get married, ya know." and "Well, if we never get married we'll always have the memories," which gets both of us laughing out loud. Then, "Whatever the fuck we resolved just now might make our sex life together hotter." I'm like, "That'd be hard to believe," and "I feel more mature already, don't you?" and so on continuing to laugh, probably at ourselves at how pompous and immature our statements of true everlasting love seems to us now. It doesn't need to be such a serious matter. It may become a serious true love between us with time and maturity, but it isn't that yet. I think we're both relieved we've taken a more realistic approach to our young love affair. We love each other but there's other things in our sex lives that needs attention too. At least for now. This summer with Danny living with Robby and me with Ryan, that's a ludicrous arrangement for Robby and I exclaiming we're in true love with each other. Actually I can't wait to find out what true love is, if it even exists that is. I say that because at times I've felt so deeply in love with Robby I couldn't imagine another level of love above that. Now it seems so obvious to me that neither of us is at that point where we don't have overwhelming urges to be with anyone else sexually. Getting to a point where we don't have those urges should be interesting though. I think me meeting Willie last night was the deciding factor in me broaching this talk with Robby. I don't want to feel like a hypocrite any more. Now neither of us needs to feel that way. It's funny how you can fool yourself even when in the back of your mind you know it's wrong. This feels like a much more honest approach and it leaves something for us to look forward to as well. And with all that aside, basically I can't wait to get in the shower with Robby.... to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donny mumford@outlook.com ======================================================== Hoping some readers may be interested, there are three books of mine published and available on Amazon.com. Anyone who has Kindle can download them for next to nothing. 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