Date: Fri, 5 Jun 2015 14:39:59 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR  Chapter  68

DYLAN'S  SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  68


by  Donny Mumford


Terry and I walk the beach smoking cigarettes as he tells me about
himself. We're walking, for once, without him having an arm around me and  without
holding hands. I've managed to retain a faint bit of submissiveness  left
over from Terry making-up my face and then dominantly fucking me, but  it's
unlikely to be with me much longer. I say that because he's still  consistent
with his lisping and his tendency to act swishy, for lack of  a better word.
Anyway 'swishy' is the word his boyfriend, Sherman, used.  Apparently this
behavior isn't an affectation of Terry's so much as it's  simply who he is.
As I keep telling myself, I've never been attracted to  girlie-type gay guys
before, but Terry's proven to be the exception. It's  certainly something
new for me, but what can I say, I think he's hot. Maybe it  has something to
do with his honesty about who he is and his lack of  self-consciousness
about it. Terry obviously doesn't feel he needs to  apologize for being himself
and I don't think he needs to either. He tells me  his last name is 'Shaw'
and he lives with his mother and father and older  sister in Salem, New
Hampshire. That's a mere twenty minutes from Merrimack  although he's not
enrolled at Merrimack. He's studying cosmetology at some  Boston school and he's
already completed the hair styling course and now he's  studying the 'art' of
applying cosmetics. I'm surprised to learn he's still  eighteen because I
assumed he was older. His birthday's next month.  Discovering he's almost two
years younger than me enhances the feelings of  submissiveness in me. It's
like this: allowing myself to be dominated by a gay  swishy, lisping younger
boy makes me gulp and feel my dick tighten as I walk  next to him looking at
the side of his pretty face. It's all kinda funny and  weird and I'm well
aware of that,  but it's also sexy and fun playing  along with this
submissive fetish of mine. I could stop feeling submissive to  him any time I wanted
to, but for now I want to see what comes next. It's like  a game.


I find it fascinating how random boys just seem to naturally have the  kind
of confident take-charge attitude that Terry has. It's like the most
natural thing in the world for some people. What chemical do they have in  their
brains or life experiences growing up did they have that I didn't? It  takes
a special make up, no pun intended, to be as individualistic as Terry is
and yet be comfortably confident in his own skin. He told me his parents and
sister supported and accepted him as he is right from the start and I'd
imagine that had a lot to do with him feeling comfortable being himself, so
good for them! Terry's a sweet guy basically, a nice guy who's full of
compliments. He also has a knack for knowing what gets me 'off' the hottest
during our limited sexual endeavors together. Some guys are mostly interested
in getting themselves 'off' and they use me to accomplish that, not that I
don't enjoy it most of the time as well, but I'm an afterthought in some
cases. Not so with Terry. And I've noticed a trend...   when a  sex partner of
mine recognizes my willingness to be submissive during  sex they consciously
or unconsciously take up their dominance a notch or  two the next time
we're doing it. I thought Terry would do that too, but he  hasn't. He was much
more dominant that first night at the gay club than he's  been since then.
It's like he established who's dominant and who's submissive  between us and
that's that. I don't think he has it in him to be offensively  dominant like
some guys I've known. John in New York and Ryan's ex-roommate,  Marty, come
to mind immediately. The thing is Terry and I won't have enough  time
together for me to really know what he's all about. Sure, he lives in  Salem which
is geographically acceptable for dating when I'm at Merrimack, but  it's
wouldn't really work with me living in Framingham. And anyway I'll be in
Georgia for a lot  of this summer so any significant amount of dating with  Terry
is way out of the question.


What is a question however is would I  date Terry if we were geographically
suited? I don't know the answer to that,  but like others I've become
intrigued with in the past, Terry's uniqueness  might not have much of a 'shelf
life', so to speak. That's where Robby stands  out, and Ryan too to a certain
degree. They're consistently intriguing to me,  for different reasons of
course, and to use the grocery product metaphor  again, their so-called 'shelf
life' as far as I'm concerned doesn't have a  'use by' date. Anyway, I'm
enjoying this passing fling with Terry in the  present without too much
concern about future encounters with him. Terry ask,  "Why so quiet, Dylan?" We're
down near the ocean on the wet sand walking  barefoot and letting the
wave's run-off roll over our feet. I go, "Nothing  much, Terry. Just enjoying the
nice weather tonight, and the beach and the  ocean, and present company
too." He goes, "That's so sweet, girlfriend. You  say the nicest things," and
now he puts his arm around the back of my waist  hugging me against him. I
glance over and ask, "What were you thinking about?"  He grins, "That I'm with
the cutest, sexiest boy in Fort Lauderdale, and  everybody else isn't. And
that I'm going to be fucking the cutest, sexiest boy  in Fort Lauderdale
again before the night's out." I grin, "Yeah, you probably  will, won't ya?"


We  walk on with Terry saying, "This might be a weird question, but are you
 surprised you're attracted to me?"  I chuckle, "Yep, roger that, no
offense intended. I've never had sex with someone like you." He grins, "You  mean
someone with a lisp and all my stereotypical gay mannerisms?" I'm  like,
"Well yeah sure, those kind of unusual things. I guess I let stuff like  that
prejudice me before I met you. Um, were you surprised I agreed to have  sex
with you?" He shrugs, "Nope, like I told you that first night, I saw in  you
the hunger to have sex. Mostly you give yourself away by the look in your
eyes. You advertised you're a submissive bottom boy who likes to be
dominated  during sex."  I say, "With all due respect, Terry, that's bullshit! No
way  could you tell all that from my eyes. You guessed right,  but you didn't
know."  He goes, "Have it your way, sweetheart, I'm just  saying..."  Taking a
deep breath and letting it out noisily, I ask, "Okay, how'd my eyes  tell
you that?" He says, "It's a 'look'. I can't describe it though. I knew  you
were a really nice person too. I could tell that, and you're,  um, gorgeous,
so ya know, I was obviously uber  interested and  excited. I played it cool
and blasé with you figuring what  did I have to lose by following my
instincts and steering you into having sex  with me? It was a foregone conclusion
by the time I bought that round of shots  at the club that I was going to
fuck you that night. Heh heh, I was  celebrating my triumph with a shot of
liquor before the fact." Huh, of all the  fucking nerve! Well, it's not like I
haven't heard similar things from  other guys, but it's just hard for me to
believe I'm so obvious, plus I didn't  even know I wanted to have sex with
him. Not consciously, so how could he  tell. Oh fuck it, but I don't like
thinking I'm advertising for sex.  Should I change?


As  if he read my mine, Terry says, "Just keep being yourself, Dylan,"
then, "Hey,  do you hear that music?" I listen and hear some faint music, "Yeah,
where's it  coming from?" He says, "I guess there's a beach party further
up around the  bend there." We've walked past the cement structures on the
beach where Willie  and I had sex the other night. When we get around the bend
we  can see a  beach party a couple of hundred yards further down the
beach, but it's a small  one of maybe a dozen people. Probably private too. They
have a bonfire going  and music playing. I'm like, "Maybe we can shag a
couple beers at the beach  party if we're real friendly," and Terry mumbles,
"No, we're not doing that.  I'm not much of a drinker. At that gay club I drank
much more than normal  because I was on the hunt for you," and he laughs.
"That was fun." I'm like,  "You don't drink?" He goes, "Hardly ever, Sherman
says I'm boring." I go,  "There's nothing boring about you," then, "Hey, you
go to school  for cosmetology and Sherman goes to a conventional college so
how are you  roommates?" He says, "We share an apartment like you do with
that adorable Rob  and your brother, who's hot too!" I go, "Oh, yeah, an
apartment. How'd you  guys meet?" He say, "At our high school's LGBT club.
Sherman was a junior and  I was a freshman. He topped me that first night and
he's been doing it ever  since. I think the fire's gone out between us now
though. Anyway I primarily  like to 'top'." I'm like, "Um, do you do a lot of
screwing around behind  Sherman's back?" He says, "None of your business."
Yeah, he  does.


It's  funny that when he has his arm around the back of my waist he walks
pretty  much like most people. There's no 'swish' like his normal way of
walking,  although he hasn't lost his lisp. He steers us up to the street,
lisping,  "I'm tired of the beach, honey, we'll sit over there on the swings for
awhile." He's pointing at the same under-maintained playground  Willie and
I saw that night we were together. I go, "Nah, I don't want to sit  on
swings," and Terry goes, "Yeah, you'll get up there and sit your ass down  on a
swing." Jesus, my cock tightens up as I glance at him. He looks me  right in
the eyes, "Come on, do what your told." Walking up to the playground  I
adjust my junk, looking around, and he says, "Sit on that swing right there,
girlfriend, I'll sit on this one."
 I'm  swinging back and forth a little with half a woody in my pants as Ter
ry  tells me about his high school experiences and about some of the abuse
his  fellow students heaped on him for being openly gay. He says, "It was
just  a few homophobes out of almost two thousand students. The vast majority
of the  kids got alone fine with me. The few though caused me a lot of
grief." I tell  him, "That sucks! I never experienced any of that because hardly
anyone I went to school with knew I was gay. Hell, I didn't  know myself
until the last part of my junior year." He goes, "Well, I can  see that
straight guys wouldn't ever  think you were gay because there's nothing about you
that says 'gay'.  Lots of gays are like you in that regard. Fuck, some men
keep their sexuality  a secret forever, while others like myself are quite
obviously about it." I  go, "But you're saying gay guys can tell I'm gay and
that I want  to have sex,  right?" He goes, "Not all gay guys, but some of us
with gaydar, yeah we can  tell." I mumble, "I don't believe in gaydar," and
he chuckles shrugging.  We discuss being gay for awhile and then I try
explaining the reasons  why I find sports interesting and he tries explaining the
reasons doing makeup  is interesting. We can't agree on anything along
either line, but yet we admit  we enjoy being with each other.


Then we swing with our own thoughts, not saying anything for a minute  or
so, until Terry goes, "Well, we have something more powerful that cosmetics
or sports in common. We both like gay sex." I go, "Oh, sex is okay I guess,"
 and he laughs. "Darling, I've never met anyone who so obviously loves sex
like  you do, or who gets off acting submissive like you. I like sex a lot
myself  because it feels good, but you totally submerge yourself in it. And
no  offense, but you ought to be careful about your willingness to become as
submissive as you get towards a dominant sex partner." I go, "Oh yeah,
why's  that?" He shrugs and swings higher, the chains of the swing squeaking,
"Um,  you let yourself go too much, Dylan. It's very sexually attractive to
your sex  partner, but some guys will take advantage of you... that's all I'm
saying." I ask, "Would you?" He laughs, "No, but it's tempting to be in
control of a sexy beautiful boy like you. Fuck, honey, you are most gay guy's
dream boy. I'll tell you something, you're by far the hottest guy I've
ever dreamed about having sex with." I go, "You're full of compliments, Terry,
and it sounds like you know what you're talking about. Just how many  guys
have you had sex with?" He mutter, "None of your business. You're  the best
though." I mumble, "Thanks," and he says, "I've had enough swinging  to last
me for quite some time. Swings are for kids... I just wanted to see if
you'd do what you're told even after sex," and he gets off the swing,  saying,
"Come on, girlfriend." What the fuck did he mean by that? Taking  my hand he
starts walking us back the way we came, but on the street this  time. I
ask, "Where we going?" and he says, "Back to my room. Sherman never  gets in
before two o'clock and it's just a little past eleven." I squeeze  his hand,
grinning and asking, "What are we gonna do there, Ter?" Laughing, he  says,
"You'll see."


When  we get back to where houses again line the beach on the other side of
the  road, Terry pulls on my hand leading me down on the beach again. This
is where  the good sand without the grass begins. He takes off his sandals
handing them  to me to carry and then tells me about this boy he was fucking
in his high  school sophomore year. So obviously Terry was very sexually
active early in  life. Lucky him, but the more he described this kid, Robert,
and the sex  they had together, the  more Robert is sounding like submissive
little old me. I asked, "Do I remind  you of, Robert?" Terry says, "Yeah, of
course you do, but he wasn't in your  league looks-wise or body-wise. He
was a short skinny kid who wore glasses and  he had some acne, although not a
lot. He also wasn't fully grasping the  concept of deodorant back then
either, but he was so submissive I thought I  was in love with him for awhile." I
go, "Huh," and Terry looks at me, saying,  "Tonight you're going to be a
new and improved Robert Douglas  submissively having sex with me." I'm like,
"What exactly do you mean by  that?" He looks at me, "Don't you worry your
pretty little head about that,  girlfriend, just do what you're told." Fuck,
that gets my dick stiffening up  again. Nice! Terry can still surprise me,
and I like that.

He  says, "Walk closer to me," and he puts his arm around the back of my
waist  again, asking,  "You've probably never 'topped', have you?" I go,
"Sure I have, but I like being a 'bottom' better." He nods his head,  muttering,
"Obviously," then he's reminiscing again, "Shit, I haven't  thought about
Robert Douglas in a year or more. Funny that you should be the  one making me
think of him because he was the least attractive of all my sex  partners
and you're the most attractive." I mumble, "Thanks, you're pretty  attractive
yourself." Glancing over at me, he asks, "You ever been tied up?" I  go,
"Yep," and he says, "I hate that shit. I'd never do it or let myself be  tied
up. There's no way I could be submissive either, although I'm not putting
you down. Um, why would you let someone tie you up?" I shrug, "I like  being
submissive in  sexual situations and being hogtied adds to the experience.
It's sexy to me,  although I can see why most people would disagree." He says,
"I've never felt  submissive or inferior to anyone." I go, "Yeah, ya said
that already, I get  it. Ya know, feeling submissive doesn't mean I feel
inferior at all. In some  ways the submissive guy is actually the controlling
one, although  most doms don't realize that." He says, "That sounds like a
submissive person's rationalization." I mutter,  "Whatever."


When  we see his hotel, we head up towards the promenade. Terry takes his
sandals  from me, telling me,  "Bare feet aren't allowed in the lobby." In
the  elevator on the way to the eighth floor, he says, "You're Robert tonight,
 okay?" I ask, "What do I do as Robert?" Terry laughs, saying, "You kiss my
ass  and beg me to fuck you." Huh, like I basically did with fat Carl until
I met  Willie. I say, "I'm not feeling it, Terry, so I don't want to
pretend I'm  Robert." He goes, "Okay, I'll pretend you are." I shrug as he
mumbles, "Damn,  I thought I'd never love anyone like I loved him, and actually I
haven't loved  anyone since." At his door, standing in the corridor, Terry
goes through his  normal routine taking  two minutes to get the key out so we
can get inside. I ask, "How'd you break  up with Robert?" Inside he pulls
his shirt off, saying, "He broke off with me.  Fuck, it was such a shock
because I thought he was madly in love with me." I  go, "You projected your wish
that he loved you." He shrugs, "I don't know,  maybe. Four-eyed Robert
dumped me because he was involved with another boy. He  said I didn't appreciate
him enough. I guess I was taking him for granted."  Then he goes, "Enough
about him. Get undressed!" He drops his shorts and  underwear, then kicks off
his sandals and watches me get  undressed.


When  I'm naked, Terry says, "Now just relax and put yourself in my hands."
He cups  behind my head and pulls my face to his chest. I thought we were
going to  make-out but I guess he wants me to suck his nipple instead. With
my nose against his chest his nice bodily scent fills my head and he has  a
hot sexy body so I'm happy to explore it with my tongue. Terry's body has a
young guy's boyish aroma, natural and sexy. I much prefer that over his
poor  choice of cologne. I'm licking his nipple and then sucking on it as he
rubs  his fingers in my hair up the back of his head continuing to hold my
face  against his left pec. He holds my head there even after his nipple is
sticking  out hard. I keep sucking it and enjoying his boyish smell and sexy
chest.  Finally I hear him quietly say, "Lick all over my pecs and then suck
my other  nipple. Suck daddy's nipples." Doing long licks on his chest my
face gets wet  with my own saliva as Terry moves my face on his chest until my
mouth is on  his other nipple. I take a deep breath feeling the
submissiveness descending  over my brain like a slow moving coat of molasses. Then when
Terry  reaches down and grabs my balls in his fist and squeezes a little his
 dominance is complete. I gasp but he doesn't squeeze any harder, although
it's  in my mind that he might. That's a dominant move and the longer I suck
his  nipple the deeper my submissive trance. When his second nipple is as
hard as  the first he moves my head down keeping my face against him, my nose
dragging  on his skin. I just keep licking from one side of his chest and
flat stomach  to the other, my tongue spreading saliva until my mouth is dry.


Feeling  my mostly dry tongue on his stomach near his belly button, Terry
lifts my  head, murmuring, "Darling, open your mouth." I do that and he
drools long  strings of his saliva onto my tongue. Clear bubbly saliva. A whiny
sound comes  from somewhere inside of me with Terry murmuring, "Swallow that
first mouthful  of my spit," which I do and then he does more drools of
saliva into my  mouth as my cock pokes straight out hard and throbbing. Letting
go of my  balls, Terry gently pushes my face against his stomach again and I
 lick all around and over his innie bellybutton using my new supply of
saliva.  With a hand on either side of my head now Terry moves my head down so
my nose  is in his wet bellybutton and my mouth's at the top of his red pubic
hair  which I begin licking flat against his belly. All around his stiff
cock I lick  his pubic hairs flat, then reach up to pluck some random hairs
from my  mouth.


I'd  love to get his six inch uncut cock in my mouth, but my head is moved
to the  inside of his right thigh with me lapping there and my face sliding
in the  saliva I licked on him earlier.  Terry pushes my head down between
his legs so his scrotum is resting on the back of my head. He murmurs, "Drop
 to your knees." I do that and he lets go of my head, then turns around
bending  over with his hands on his knees. His ass is touching my nose with me
blinking  my eyes expecting to maybe smell something like, well, like shit.
Nothing like  that though, just his clean scent. I spread spit over his butt
cheeks and lick  over his anus twice. The second time I do it, I moan as a
big plop of  precum drops from my cock to the carpet... splat. I  shudder
pleasurably at the sensations coming from the head of my  hard cock. "Kiss and
lick my ass cheeks, Robert." I don't even care if he  calls be Robert by
now as I do three or four long  wet slurping kisses on each buttocks even
licking down a few inches  on the back of his legs, basically covering his
bubble-butt ass with  saliva.


Terry  reaches back with both hands now and spreads his buttocks. I lick
over his  asshole again, and up and down his short ass crack before
concentrating on  just his anus. Sucking and licking it until my tongue can get inside
his  rectum, by nose firmly between his buttocks. Terry lets go of them and
both  butt cheeks close on my nose as my tongue darts in and out of his
asshole. A  minute or so later Terry's body gets stiff, he moans and steps
away. I sit  back on my ankles licking my lips, saliva all over my face. I take
a few deep  breaths stroking my cock and a long drool of precum hangs from
the pee slit  for a few seconds and then drops wetly onto the carpet between
my thighs.  Terry turns around with his hard cock in his fist, mumbling,
"You're better  than Robert ever was on his best day," then his shoulders do a
little  shudder as he steps in front of me letting go of his cock. It's not
hard  enough yet to stick straight out like mine, but it's a legitimate
boner. I  take it in my fingers, stroke it a few time, and then suck it into my
mouth on  my tongue. Sucking and licking the head for a minute I can feel it
getting  harder and increasing in girth so I take the shaft in my mouth and
push my  head against his wet pubic hair with his cock going into my
throat. Terry  grunts, cups behind my head and moves his hips smoothly fucking my
mouth and  throat.


I'm  dizzy with submissiveness, my nose bounces against his belly as Terry
thrusts his cock back and forth in my throat. He does five or six fast
humps  into my throat and then moans holding my face tightly against him humping
 against it with creamy spunk shooting down my throat, then another good
long shot of cum with Terry groaning, his head back and his hips still
humping  against my face. Needing oxygen my body shakes as I'm gagging on his cock
with  my hips thrusting and cum shooting from my cock straight out between
Terry's legs, then another good string of fast flying cum leaves my
quivering  piss slit.  A long, "Ooooh," from Terry as he steps back pulling his
cock  from my throat and mouth with a string of creamy cum dropping from the
head of  his cock to swing down across my chin. He walks backwards until he
hits the  side of the bed and then sits down on it, then lays back moaning
with his  still hard cock sticking up. I'm stroking my cock slowly and tightly,
then I  lay back on the floor and breathe deep breaths. As usually happens,
after  effects of my climax sizzles around my groin feeling really
tantalizingly sexy  for a few seconds before leaving the building.


Neither  of us says anything for maybe two minutes and then Terry sits up
shaking his  head, mumbling, "What a climax, holy shit. Oh man, Dylan
darling, you are  fucking habit forming." I've heard that before from someone. I'm
in my usual  fog, but feeling good, although maybe a little disoriented.
Terry says,  "Come on up on the bed with me," so I stagger up thinking about
licking  Terry's body which makes me stroke my cock as few more times before
plopping down next to him. His arm goes around the back of my neck and he
pulls my head over to his so we're forehead to forehead, "That was amazing.
You're truly a sexy boy, Dylan," and he kisses my lips. I kiss back still
feeling like I'm floating and lightheaded. Terry pulls me back so we're
laying  side by side on our backs with out feet on the floor. We both do a couple
 more deep breaths and then he rolls over on top of me, murmuring, "I
think I'll keep you, and lock you in a closet or something." I grin, "Okay,
Terry," and he says, "Seriously, sweetheart, that was truly awesome. I've had
about twenty orgasms in different guys' throats, but nothing like tonight.
Well, half my orgasms went down my boy, Robert's, throat, but never a climax
 like I had a minute ago. Wow, I thought my balls were coming out through
my  dick. Ha ha, I loved the way you licked my body too. Do you do that
often?"  Still a little dizzy, I ask, "Lick your body?" and he laughs, "No, not
mine,  anyone's body?" I go, "Oh, no, not too often, but I've done it with my
 boyfriends a few times." He sits up, "Your boyfriends? You have two
boyfriends  at the same time?" I shake my head, "I meant, my boyfriend." I don't
want  to go into the Rob/Ryan situation right now.


Terry  stands in front of me and pulls me up holding onto both my hands,
saying,  "Come on, we're taking a shower." We walk into the bathroom with him
saying,  "That's awesome oral sex, and it was exactly what I had in mind,
really! You  were spectacular. I love me some submissive bottom boys, and
you'd be  hard to beat, girlfriend." It sounds funny him saying stuff like that
with a  gay lisp. It almost makes me laugh, but I don't want to hurt hits
feelings. I mean, he says that stuff as if he's 'mister experience' and I'm
his protege, when the truth is he still eighteen and I'm much more
experienced  than him. I don't laugh, just grin to myself as I sense my submissive
fog  lifting quickly.  We're in the shower stall together under the flow  of
water and this is the second time I've been in this shower. As we wash
ourselves, Terry says, "I'm still gonna fuck you doggie style like I told  you
earlier, and it'll be outside in the night somewhere. That adds a little
danger to it, don't ya think?" I mutter, "I guess so." It's a fast shower and
we're out of the shower drying ourselves in about three  minutes.


After  getting dressed, Terry says, "Sit down over there at the desk again,
 girlfriend, I want to practice applying lipstick." I go, "Oh no, not
again.  You did that already, Terry." He opens his cosmetic case, saying,  "Just
sit down at the desk like I said!" Hmmm, that was cool. I sit as he  drags
another chair over and sits on it, telling me, "Turn your chair sideways
facing me with your head up a little and your lips slightly parted." I do that
as he's looking in his cosmetic case, then he glances over at me, "Just
part  your lips slightly, please. Not like you're panting." Gripping my chin
with  his left hand, he gets his face close to mine applying lipstick, saying,
 "Wasn't it sexy at the gay club when I made you lay the side of your head
on  my shoulder?" I nod my head, "Don't move your head! Now I've got to
start all  over again." He uses facial cleaner to remove the lipstick, and
starts again.  He's concentrating on what he's doing as he quietly says, "That's
the kind of  thing I like to do, ya know. Make a submissive bottom boy do
something awkward like lay  his head on my shoulder just because I  tell him
to. It gives me a hard dick sometimes. That's especially true when  the boy
initially dismisses me as a swisher like you did at the pool." He  leans
back looking at his handiwork and I go, "I didn't dismiss you. I thought  you
were a cute and good looking with a hot body. Sherman told me you were a
swisher." He's like, "What? He said that to you?" I go, "Well, yeah, but he
said it when you were with us too."


Terry  makes a 'face', muttering,  "I wasn't listening to him at the pool
because I was gawking at you, and then your boyfriend swam up and  I'm like,
holy shit!. So I missed asshole Sherman's comment." I say, "I  asked you
about your lisping and girlie mannerisms that night at the club  and it didn't
seem to bother you." He's removing my lipstick again, doing it  kind of
roughly, saying, "I didn't  appreciate you saying that, but you were being so
submissive to me, doing  everything I told you to do, I let it slide instead
of punishing you. And,  well, also I was kinda overwhelmed that I had
someone as hot as you under  my total control." I go, "Ha! I wasn't under your
total control, I was under  my total control enjoying myself. As soon as Connor
showed up and told me  about Rob, I was outta there." He says, "Be quiet",
and begins applying  lipstick again, pink this time. Concentrating again, he
goes, "Yeah, you took  off but if I told you to stay you would have." I
blurt out a laugh and  the lipstick streaks up my cheek which makes me laugh
harder. Terry tries to  be pissed off but he ends up laughing too. He goes,
"Oh fuck this," and cleans  my face then puts his cosmetics away, "What you're
telling me, Dylan, is you  only act submissive when you want to. Is that
it?" I nod, "Yeah, that's right.  I find it sexually stimulating, but I'm not
taking anything away from you  because you do the dominant stuff good and
you're nice about it. Some guys  are basically pricks or sadist. That won't
work for me." He grins, "How  about if I give you a hard spanking for your bad
behavior?" I shake my  head, "Nah," and he grins again, saying, "I could if
I wanted to, ya know?" I  shrug.


We  both stand up as Terry asks, "Can we get together again after tonight?"
I  shrug again, "I'm not sure, but I'd like to." He goes, "Me too!" then,
"If  anything is still open at midnight lets get something to eat and drink,
some  place on the promenade." I nod my head, "Sure, okay, there are pizza
joints open," and he says, "My treat since you refused to let me buy you a
gift." I go, "Okay," and with Terry holding my hand again, we walk down  the
corridor to the elevator passing a group of college-age guys. One of  them
asks, "Having a good time, girls?" Terry lisp, "Yes we are, now that  that's
been cleared up, could you go fuck yourself?" and a couple of guys  laugh
with one of them saying, "That's what it looks like we'll need to do if  we
want to get laid during spring break." That gets a chuckle from Terry, who
lisps over his shoulder, "Good luck with that." Outside we walk on the
promenade smoking and commenting to each other our  evaluations of how sexy or not
sexy the guys we pass are, and then get silly  giggling and claiming that
the goofiest looking guys are  sexy hot. "Oh sweetheart, look at the
extremely overweight fellow in the  wife-beater t-shirt showing off his hairy back,"
and I'm  like, "Oh shit, I'd go down on that sexy thing in a second." We
laugh, then  Terry says, "Here, lets go inside this place."


It's a Greek pizza place selling a lot more than pizzas.  Their menu  above
the counter has about a hundred different selections. We order a cheese
pizza, grab two sodas out of the cooler and sit at a table. The place is
crowded with many college students, most of them drunk or high. Everyone is
loud yelling back and forth, mostly good natured insults disparaging their
various colleges. Terry lean his head over so I can hear him, and says, "I
think I'm going to fuck you bareback after we eat. It'll be the first time in
my life doing that, but since you suggested it I might as well take
advantage  of the opportunity." I shrug, and he asks, "Will it be the first time for
 you?" I go, "Well technically, no, not the very first time," and he's
like, "Why do you want me especially to fuck you that way?" He's fishing for
compliments like most 'tops' tend to do. Pretending I'm being serious, I say,
 "Because you really know how to get a guy off and I want something
uniquely  special to remember you by." He goes, "That is so sweet of you,
girlfriend.  And let me tell ya, you've got a good pussy for fucking too, so give
yourself  a little credit. You bring out the best in me." Huh, was I ever that
naive  when I was eighteen?

Terry  hints for more compliments of his sexual prowess which I come up
with and then  feel bad putting him on like this. On the other hand he does
fuck good so  what's the harm in laying it on kinda thick. Terry's looking smug
now, but  it's a cute smug and I reach over to rub his head. I really like
his awesome  pale red hair that's very soft. I'd love to give him a haircut,
except he  obviously just got one. Probably just before spring break.
Anyway I tell him  how good I am at giving haircuts. I figure he won't be far
away while I'm at  Merrimack the last three and a half weeks of sophomore year,
and maybe he'll  get his next haircut from me. I finish telling him about
it, saying, "Truth is  I'm an awesome barber, Terry," and he's like, "Really?
Why didn't ya say  something earlier?" I go, "Ah, you've been to barber
school and I taught  myself so I figured you wouldn't be too impressed." He
chuckles, "Well, a self  taught barber is very different from a hair stylist
who graduated from a hair  styling school with a license, but I'm glad you
have an interest  in hair." I come right out with  "I love giving haircuts.
Could  I give you your next haircut?" He says, "Oh, huh, well maybe," and our
pizza  number is called. Terry says, "I'll get it," and he does. He paid for
the pizza and cokes when we placed the order.


We  eat the pizza, that's only average tasting, while Terry tells me the
difference between a barber and hair stylist, which turns out to be primarily
women's hair styles. I have zero  interest in that. Less than zero, but I
listen politely not saying much. This  average pizza gets eaten down to the
last slice which I reach for and Terry  grabs my wrist and pulls my hand over
so he can bite the point off the slice.  I tried as hard as I could to keep
him from pulling my hand over but he was  stronger. I'm like, "Holy shit,
Terry, where'd ya get your muscles?" He says,  "What, a swishy boy can't be
strong?" I shake my head, "That's not what  I meant," and he grins, "My dad
owns a construction company and I've  worked for him during the past five
summers. It's a ton of heavy lifting,  girlfriend, a ton every fuckin' day."
Huh, what impresses me about that is his  dad taking Terry to work, with
construction workers no less, knowing Terry's a  gay boy with girlie overtones. I
want to ask how his fellow construction  workers accepted him the first
summer especially, but I don't. That'd be a  little insulting, but Terry's
still full of surprises.


Back  outside he says, "We're going down on the beach again, sweetie." I
take an  exasperated breath, mumbling, "Sweetie? Really?" He says, "Really! On
the  beach," so I follow him down where he hands me his sandals to carry
again. He  lights both of us a cigarette in that flamboyant way he does
things, then  taking my hand, saying, "Down by the water." As we walk, I'm like,
"Terry, you  can't fuck me on this beach, there's too many guys walking
around drunk." He  pulls me to him and puts his hand behind my head and we do a
really sexy wet kiss with lots of tongue involvement. He's  initiating
everything again as he gropes my crotch and squeezes my ass.  My arms are around
him holding us chest to chest with my cock getting hard. He  rubs my boner
making me moan into his mouth and then the sides of our faces  slide together
and I find myself clinging to him. He really gets me sexually  aroused and
now I want him to fuck me again. "Terry, are you ready to do it?"  He says,
"Calm down, I'll tell ya when," and takes my hand. We walk on the  beach
near the ocean and again the waves are rolling out on the wet  beach rolling
over our feet before being captured by the undertow and  getting dragged back
into the ocean.


Finished  our cigarettes,Terry says, "There," pointing to a sand dune. I
look at it,  then him, asking, "What?" and he pulls on my arm, "This way,
Dylan." The sand  dune forms almost a horseshoe with the open part facing the
rolling ocean.  Terry goes, "Your gonna get some sand on you, sweetie, but
that can't be  helped. Get down on your hands and knees with your rear end up
like ya really  wanna take it up the ass." As I get on my hands and knees I
hear laughing and  then a girl say, "Toby, you shit! That was my beer." A guy
says, "Keep it down  you drunken bitch," and it sounds like they're five
feet away. I look up to  Terry, who's standing there. He gives a wave and a
girl says, "Hi, you lost?"  Terry says, "Nope, just gonna take a piss when you
guys get past." The guy  laughs, "Don't be shy, Sheila's seen many a
penis," and another guy laughs  with a girl saying, "You're such a fuck, Mike,"
and I hear a slap and more  giggling but they're past us now. I go, "Terry, we
can't fuck here," and he's  like, "Sure we can," and he pulls my shorts
down. Well actually they're his  shorts, but I'm borrowing them. He pats my
bare ass and then, "SMACK.  SMACK, SMACK, SMACK," then stops because I'm moving
away from him in the sand  quietly going, "Dammit, Terry, that hurts. You
don't know your own strength."  He snickers a little, and says, "Yeah, I know
my own strength," and then,  "SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK" and I crawl away
again, screaming, "Fuck! Stop  it!"rubbing my stinging butt cheeks that feel
hot. He says, "Sorry, I just  wanted to see how many smacks on your ass
before you complained. You can spank  me if you want." I ask, "Can you see
anyone?" His eyes just reach  over  the top of the dune. He goes, "Yeah, there's
some people on the other side of  the street looking this way. They heard
your girlie screaming." I go, "It  wasn't girlie, it was regular screaming."
Still looking across the street, he  mumbles, "There's a convenience store
on the corner that's still open. Oh  yeah, the sign says they're open
twenty-four hours. A car just drove up." I  try pulling my shorts up, but he
giggles and pulls them down again and,  SMACK!" I yelp, and Terry's like, "Be
good, girlfriend," and he walks around  in front of me pulling his fly down. He
pulls his limp dick out and drops down  to his knees waving his cock around
my mouth, then drags it across my lips. He  says in a funny lisping way,
"Come on, sweetie, open up for daddy's cock." I  take it in my fingers,
mumbling, "You're weird, Terry." He messes my hair  saying, "Yes I am, but I'll
soon be getting my dick sucked."


I  reach inside his fly with two fingers and drag his nuts out to lick,
some of  his red pubic hairs are tickling the side of my lips as I suck and
lick his  nuts, then I'm sucking on the head of his cock, and holding it with
my fingers  I suck some of the shaft in my mouth. When his cock gets firm
enough I let go  of it and drop my hand back on top of the sand. Sucking and
licking on two  thirds of his cock I decide I'm not taking it my throat this
time, I just want  to suck a nice hard boner on him. Terry rubbing my head,
moaning,  "Aaah, aah, ooh ooh, hmmm, yeaaah, sweeties, suck my dick." When he
 starts humping his hips a little pushing his boner against the back of my
throat so I move my head away and his hard cock slides out of my mouth with
 precum drooling down my chin. Terry says, "Goddamn, you suck cock good,
Dylan," and he walks behind me. When we came inside this horseshoe dune  I'd
dropped our sandals and now Terry's just noticed his are  laying upside-down
in the sand. He goes, "Damn, Dylan, don't get sand on  my Birkenstocks!"
I'm like, "On your what?" and he goes, "My fucking sandals.  They cost a
hundred and thirty bucks. Put them on top of your sandals." I do  that, chuckling
to myself because Willie bought me these sandals and they cost  more than
Terry's. Heh heh.


With  his sandals out of the sand, Terry moves the head of his boner around
my butt  cheeks leaving a trail of precum wetness in it's wake and then he
drags  it across my asshole and up my crack, murmuring, "This feels good
without  a condom. Extra sensitive without the nipple of a condom interfering."
He  plugs the head in past my sphincter and I go, "Ooh!" Terry whispers, "I
hear  more people walking by, shhhh," then he giggles, "This is so cool,"
and he  rubs his hands up my sides and squeezes my shoulder giving me chills
making  my shoulders shudder. He goes, "You love being touched, don'cha?" I
whisper back, "Can you still hear people talking?" He goes, "They're past
us now," and I sarcastically ask, "Maybe you can find a spot on the beach
where there are more people walking by, something a little more out in the
open, ya know?" He chuckles, "It's that fucking convenience store. Anyway
everybody is still out and about at this time of the night during spring
break." I take a deep breath and let it out slowly determined not to  delay this
with anymore talking from me. If someone just peeks over this dune  it'll
be the most embarrassing moment ever!


Terry  pulls his cock out and smacks my ass, "SMACK!" saying, "No more
negativity  from you, girlfriend." and I go, "Ow." He plugs his cock back in
roughly and  my back arches a little with me moaning, "Mmm, Terry," and he
goes, "Shh,"  leaning into me pushing his cock up my ass. Now I forget all about
the foot  traffic going by us six feet away. Man this feels good. Jesus!
That's a nice  boner on Terry. Not so big my rectum gets stretched out of
shape or so long it  tickles my tonsils. It's a good boner for fucking and it's
getting my  shoulders shuddering again. Terry's red pubic hairs tickle my
buttocks and  then he's flat against me massaging my shoulders again, asking,
"Feel  good, girlfriend?" Another shoulder shudder as I mumble, "I'm not
your  girlfriend, but yeah, it feels awesome." He humps against my buttocks,
saying,  "I love this bareback feel," and he pulls his boner back and slides
it right  back in as I'm moaning, "Mmmm, ooh, nice, Terry." Cupping my
shoulders he  begins smoothly moving his hips and the  delicious feeling of
getting fucked up my ass soon has me squirming like crazy, moaning and  arching
my back and moving my head around. Goddamn that feels good! Sometimes  it
hits me hotter than other times and this is a good one.


As  he pounds his boner up my ass I drop my head between my arms concent
rating  on how good it feels inside me. My rectum glows with sexual pleasure.
It's so sexually hot I need to consciously try keeping my moans of intense
sexual pleasures low so they can't be heard outside the dune we're in.
Terry's  slamming his bare hard boner up my as so hard I'm sliding forward in the
sand  with every thrust. He's making an audible, "Umpt," with every hump
and it's  almost sounding like a constant, "Umpt! umpt!umpt!umpt!" he's
thrusting so  fast. My boner gets incredibly tight moving away from my body to
stick  straight down barely moving as I'm rocked forward with each slam of  his
swollen cock inside me. It's like five minutes of sexual ecstasy for  me
with my orgasm teasingly almost there as my moans become whines  of desire
until my body gets so stiff I can't even blink, humping my hips  I squeal,
"Eeeee, aaah," with cum shooting from my cock directly down in  the sand
splashing on the front of my knees. Then another streak of cum with  me only able
to make a gasping wheezy sound with star bursts going  off behind my eyes.
There's a delicious almost painful sensation around  my groin with my rectum
buzzing sizzling sensations that combine with untold  other tingling all over
my body causing a shudder that drops me to  down on my forearms. Terry's
whining himself now as he drops on my back  with his arms around my chest and
wildly thrusts his boner in my ass as  my orgasm sensation fly around and
begin quickly fading. I'm limp as Terry now  becomes stiff hugging me, whining
with his crotch flat against my ass  humping against it and I feel a sharp
spike of his cum hit the wall of my  bowels and then it's slushing full
thrusts of his boner as he gasps. Some of  his spunk drools out of my ass and
rolls down the inside of my  legs.


Breathing  noisily Terry's still laying on my back, his cock still up my
ass and now I  hear the world around us drifting into my consciousness again.
The sound of  waves hitting shore and squeaking seagulls and people's
voices. I'm like,  "Oooh, oh my god, that was amazing, Ter." He gasps again,
pulling his cock out  of my ass, then, "Oh fuck, I almost passed out. Are you
okay?" I nod my head  muttering, "Yeah, fuck though, what a climax." He smacks
my ass and then pulls  up my shorts which are immediately wet with his cum
drooling out. I flop over  sitting in the sand watching him put his cock away
and zip up. He reaches a  hand down and I take it pulling myself up. "Come
on, girlfriend, lets get out  of here." We walk down towards the water and
then Terry abruptly stops,  "Dylan, go get our sandals." It's only been a
couple of days but Terry's  already completely comfortable sending me on an
errand like this. He's shown  glimmers of dominant behavior other times too
obviously, but never to the  extent of our first night together.  I jog back to
get the sandal kicking  up dry sand that sticks to Terry's cum on the back
of my legs.


Back  near the water I go to hand him his sandals and he says, "No, you
carry them,"  then he hands me a lit cigarette. I  mutter, "Thanks." We stand
there  smoking and looking at the waves breaking on the shore. With exhaled
smoke  coming from his mouth and nostrils, Terry says, "You might have ruined
my  future sex life," and I go, "How's that?" He takes a deep breath and
lets it  out, looks at me grinning and lisping, "I've never had climaxes with
anyone  like I have fucking your submissive ass. It's like perfect and I'll
probably  never see you again, or maybe once more." I mumble, "Bull shit,
Ter. The way  you fuck you'll have no shortage of sex partners as good as me
or better." He  says, "Not like you, but come on, lets get off the beach." We
walk up towards  the street with Terry hugging my shoulders, saying, "I'll
have  sex partners, but will they be as submissive to me as you? The answer
to  that is, not likely. God, I loved the way you act submissive,
girlfriend. It's  such a high! Fuck!" I shrug and his arm drops down around my waist
now for a  hug there, pulling me against his side. I don't know what to say
except, "I'm  not your girlfriend. Other guys won't like hearing that
either." He laughs,  "It's just an expression, Dylan. Swishy gays call gay guys
'girlfriend'.  Haven't you ever heard that?" I go, "Nope, I guess I don't get
around much."  He laughs again, then mutters, "You get around."


On  the street we step on the cigarette butts and start walking towards our
 hotels. His is first and when we get there he asks, "Do you think we can
get  together when we're back home?" I say, "Don't know, Terry. You've got my
 number, so call me some time." He nods his head, then rubs mine smiling at
me,  "This has been so special to me, sweetheart. I can't begin to tell you
how  special." I go, "It's been special for me too. It's fun acting
submissive for  you. You're hot, Terry, you really are." He grins, "To you I am I
guess, but  others haven't noticed that yet." There's an awkward silence
until he  asks, "You ever wear a dog collar? That's what I'd love, having my
girlfriend  on a leash." I go, "Nah, I'd never go for that, and I'm not a
girl." He  laughs, "What's your hang up with that girlfriend thing. It's just
what  gays say," I go, "Not this gay, but call me sometime, Terry," and I kiss
his  lips. "I gotta go, you're awesome, Ter." I drift away looking back for
a few  seconds... he gives me a wave, then blows me a kiss. Looking where
I'm going  now I think back on that last fuck smiling. Damn, that was hot!


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


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Donny  Mumford

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