Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2014 20:39:01 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO   Chapter  83

			DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO


				Chapter  83


			     by  Donny Mumford




After engaging in some hot sex play... John, Billy, and I take a shower
together. There's plenty of room in the shower for three, and with four shower
 head pointing all over the stall there's plenty of water too. As John's
boys,  it's Billy's and my responsibility to wash our dom. We're using our
bare hands  and lots of bath gel creating thick suds. His body's tight and very
fit. It  feels sexy-good rubbing the palms of my hand over his hard body.
Finally, after  Billy washes one of John's long legs and I've wash the other,
then his feet one  at a time, we massage soapy lather onto John's cock and
balls while our other  hands are busy soaping up his ass crack. It doesn't
take long before we bring an  extra hard boner on him, and then, with warm
soapy hands, we take turns stroking  that long heavy penis of his. The three
of us are laughing and joking and having  a good time doing this. It's fun
playing in the water like little kids... well,  little kids don't normally
pull each other's dicks, but other than that it's  pretty much the same kind of
play. Billy is stroking John's boner when John  abruptly turns him around
and mounts him. With numerous grunts from Billy,  John's huge, swollen cock
slowly goes up his ass. Oh man, is this hot! Watching  John fuck him with
that amazing cock gets me stroking my cock until John says,  "No, Dylan, don't
touch yourself." I stop and watch how Billy's forced to bends  forward now
to accommodate John's telephone pole of a cock. He's got his hands  on his
knees for support as John plows his ass forcefully, their wet bodies  slapping
together noisily. The, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of their body's  slamming
together echoes off the tile walls. It's really hot and without  thinking
I'm pulling my pud again watching them. I'm betting they'll be no  orgasm to
go with all the 'oous' and 'aaahs' I'm hearing. Billy's fat five inch  cock
is hard now too and it's arousing to me to the degree I feel like moaning
along with him, but I'm still not expecting an orgasm from any of us because
we  all had big climaxes fifteen minutes ago. Billy looks like he's in
ecstasy  making me yearn to be the one feeling John's cock up my ass, orgasm or
not. In  between grunts of pleasure John again tells me to stop playing with
myself. To  keep me busy he tells me to shampoo Billy's long hair while he
fucks him. I do  that and before long I join the boner parade springing a
boner myself and now  all three of us are sprouting hard boners, Billy's and
mine bouncing in front of  us. Billy's very sexually aroused, of course, and
probably wanting to cum in the  worst way, but his nuts haven't had time to
manufacture more spunk after his  recent explosion of cum. The fuck goes on
for quite a while as I continue  running my fingers through the shampoo in
Billy's long hair watching John's long  cock pull back and then disappear up
Billy's ass as the water pours down on all  of us, ah yes, the water.


Finally Billy squeals and thrusts his hips as a watery squirt of  something
spurts out of his boner. Probably seminal fluid without spermatozoa  from
his gonads, not that we care about that.  Billy's moaning with sexual
pleasure as if he just shot off a bucket of cum. John says to me, "Your turn,"
and he pulls his log of a cock out of Billy's ass leaving it gapping open,
even  wider than the butt plug opened it earlier. I turn around bending over
and John  cups my shoulders and forces his boner up my ass with me gritting my
teeth  against the pain. I'm determined not to cry out no matter what. I've
already  made a pussy out of myself a few times today and I'm not going to
do it again.  Billy didn't screech out when John pushed his huge sex organ
up his ass so I'm  not going to either. Billy's stroking his cock, his eyes
partially closed until  John tells him to stop his stroking and shampoo my
hair instead. He quickly  pours shampoo into my short hair and begins
massaging it in and it's so damn  sexy getting fucked up the ass while someone else
is shampoos my hair. The  pain inside me is abating, but it takes maybe
three minutes of John thrusting  his huge boner back and forth in my rectum
before it begins really feeling  amazingly good to me. My rectum starts sending
out incredible pleasure signals  to my brain so I cover my mouth trying not
to squeal at how awesome it feels. He  continues fucking me steadily, and no
matter my best intentions I can't stop  myself from moaning and writhing
from his constant thrusting as the sensations  build and build. My rectum,
prostate, and anus are more sensitive then most  people's ass... I'm convinced
of that. It's feeling hot and sexy in my rectum  and now it's built to an
almost ridiculous degree of sexual pleasure.  Unfortunately not for long, and
that's because John finally has his tiny orgasm.  He makes a loud, "Oooh,
ummpth," sound when his climax hits him. I can tell  there was a small
discharge because for the next thirty seconds his cock is  sliding back and forth
slipperier than before. John's body is shaking,  indicating it probably felt
like he had a big orgasm too. He pulls his cock out,  exclaiming, "Oh my God
that felt great. You two have great asses for fucking,"  making me wonder
what happened to his claim that I had the best ass ever. Now  it's like Billy
and me both have equally good asses for fucking. I don't know if  my ass
got demoted or Billy's got promoted, but he's beaming at the praise, I  know
that much.


After our sexually hot, but rather abbreviated shower-sex, we finish
washing, then rinse off. Outside the shower Billy and I dry John and then he
walks off bare ass naked to get dressed. We dry each other, then take the
plastic-wrap covering off our dog collars. I towel dry Billy's long hair and
then brush it while using the hairdryer. It takes longer to dry this much hair
 then I would have thought. Billy says, "You might as well get used to the
extra  time required for long hair because six or eight months from now
yours should be  almost as long as mine. You have almost the same color blond
hair as me too, but  somehow your's looks prettier." Now that it's dry he
wants me to pull his hair  back into a ponytail which shouldn't be hard, but it
proves a little tricky.  Finally he does it himself, saying, "You can try
again next time. The truth is  I'm too easy on you by not requiring more. As
my sub, I mean. Me being lax with  you could get me in trouble with John. He
expects me to be  training you when he's busy." I say, "Yes, sir, whatever
you want."  Billy  nods approval at my submissive reply, then leads me by the
hand into the closet  where he'll chose our outfits for tonight. "You just
stand there at attention,  Dylan." As I stand straight and stiff he holds a
few different clownish outfits  up against me. Handing me one of the goofy
looking skimpy outfit, he says, "Hold  this against your body so I can step
back and see if it looks good on you." I do  that and he shakes his head that
he doesn't like it. He rejects two other  outfits I hold against my chest
and then he chooses matching jump suits, one of  which I hold against my
chest, and he says, "That's it!" The 'it' is a pale  lavender mini jumpsuit. It
has over-the-shoulder straps that attached to a bib  in front. The bib
begins below our nipples so our nip rings, that up till now  we've had covered
with a band aid to protect them, will be exposed.  Billy  peels off the band
aids and we look at our pierced nipples that are slightly  swollen, dark red,
and sore.


Our backs are bare in this outfit because the straps don't connect in the
back to the pants part of the overalls until halfway down our ass cracks.
Acting  as if there's nothing unusual about these absurd bib overalls, Billy
says, "John  wouldn't allow us to wear the band aids over our piercing's now
that they're  showing." Ignoring that, I ask, "Are you sure this outfit is
legal to wear in  public?" He looks at me grinning, like I'm kidding, and
goes back to his nipples  topic, "Our piercing's look cool, don't ya think?" I
say, "Well, they look  wicked sore too, but I don't care, I'm glad to show
off my nip ring. Hey, how  about my earrings? They match my nip ring. Can we
wear our earrings to dinner?"  he says, "Yep, that's allowed. We'll chose
footwear and then put our earrings  on. Let me put on my overalls first." The
legs of these so-called overalls are  as short as the legs on the shorty
shorts we wore earlier. I must admit though  they make Billy's and my legs look
long and sexy. We both have nice legs, not  too thin and with nice calf
muscle definition. Another thing: this bib overall  is the opposite of the
earlier outfit, these are extremely loose fitting. It's  almost like wearing
half a barrel. Since we have no underwear on I can look down  the inside of the
bib portion and clearly see my swinging cock and balls. So can  anyone else
who's tall enough to look down the loose bib opening. That would  include
everyone who's eyes are at least level with my shoulders. Anyone whose
shorter than about halfway up my thighs can see my junk by looking up one of my
baggy, ultra short pant legs. I feel much more naked in this thing than the
earlier costume. Billy chooses work boots for our feet, no socks again of
course. The boots are much to big for me too. Billy says, "Leave the
shoelaces  loose." we trudge out to the living space and there's John looking at
his laptop  over at the desk. He turns to see us and laughs, muttering,
"Awesome, boys. Ha  ha. Oh my God, those outfits are perfect."


We parade around the room for John to see all of us, me imitating what
Billy does. John says, "Your outfits will be perfect for the Bar and Grill
we're  going to tonight. The place is called, 'Don't Tell'. It's a mostly gay
spot with  the first floor being an upscale restaurant. According to their
Internet site,  upstairs there's dancing and a hot DJ and every Saturday night
there's jello  wrestling too, but don't either one of you even think about
doing that. I've  made dinner reservations, but the first opening they had
was for eight-thirty so  I'm meeting my father down the street for a drink.
You two be in the lobby at  eight-fifteen. In the meantime, Billy, you're in
charge. Dylan, you do what  Billy tells you or he'll tell me. He's honor
bound to do that so don't blame  him. I'll see you two in the lobby, be on
time!" Billy kisses him goodbye so I  wait my turn and do the same, and then he's
out the door. I'm dying for a  cigarette and I just realized I haven't
checked my cell phone that's in the car  once today. There hasn't been a minute
to do that. I ask Billy, "Sir, may I  check that my car's okay?" He says,
"No, come into the bathroom with me." In the  bathroom, he says, "Take off
your mini bib overalls." I take mine off and he  does the same. "Do you need to
take a piss, Dylan?" I shrug, "I guess," and he  says, "Do it in my mouth.
Stand on the toilet lid and pee in my mouth." "Um,  okay," and he says, "You
mean, yes sir, don't you?" I say, "Yes, sir," and stand  on the lid. He
picks up my dick with two fingers and sticks it in his mouth  and sucks on it.
I ask, "Should I start my piss now?" He nods, so I let it go  and I can hear
him swallowing, as well as see the movement of his dog collar as  his Adams
apple moves it a little bit up and down. When I'm almost done he takes  my
pecker out of his mouth, closes his eyes and leans forward directing my pee
stream all around his face and then in his clean hair. Jesus! I'll need to
shampoo that out and dry all that hair again. Damn! He's leaning forward so
my  pee doesn't get on his collar.


My bladder is empty so he moves the head of my cock around on his face
spreading the piss that's on there. Then he puts my soft cock back in his mouth
 licking the head with his busy pink tongue and sucking the shaft with his
lips.  In thirty seconds I'm boned-up for about the tenth time today, maybe
more then  the tenth time. Looking down past his head I see his cock is hard
and up against  his stomach. This kid has more ways to spring a boner than
I do! He opens his  eyes and sighs, "Oh, that was so awesome. Can I do it to
you?" Well if I say no,  he'll order me to do it. I won't say yes or no,
I'll skirt the issue, "Um, it's  not really my thing, not that there's
anything wrong with it being your thing."  He get a firm look on his face, slowly
repeating himself, "Can I do it to you?"  What the fuck, I say, "Yes, sir,"
and we change places. I need to pull his cock  away from his belly. It's
still fairly hard so I don't know how he's going to  take a piss with it.
Putting the head in my mouth, dreading doing this, the  first thing I notice is
the metal of his Prince Albert. Nodding my head that I'm  ready as I'll ever
be, he lets loose a strong stream of pee that sprays past the  PA all around
my mouth. It fills my mouth quickly and comes out the sides  running down my
chin towards my neck. Billy jumps down off the toilet, and of course his
cock  pulls out of my mouth. He puts his hand on my neck so the pee doesn't
reach my  collar. Meanwhile he's still peeing and it's spraying all over my
cock, balls,  and legs. Then, as he adjust his position to get a hand towel
his pee stream  shoots up to my stomach. I could scream except I don't want to
get strapped, so  I just stand here as Billy uses the towel to sop up the
urine dripping off my  face. He says, "Dammit, I should have warned you about
getting piss on your dog  collar." His piss has run out finally, but I feel
like I'm covered with it. I  only swallowed part of one mouthful and didn't
notice a flavor other than the  urine smell, so I guess it taste like
piss... surprise, surprise. I drank a  little of Ryan's urine once and it didn't
kill me so I don't expect this will  either. Billy doesn't get pissed at me,
so to speak, because he's still excited  about this urine play. That
overrides everything else at the moment. With the  towel protecting my dog collar
Billy methodically spreads the pee from my chin  around my face. He reaches
down to my piss soaked cock and balls for more piss  to wipe in my hair and
ears. Then he just fondles my piss-drenched junk until  I'm semi-hard again.
Finally he says, "Back in the shower,  boy."


Billy washes me and shampoos my hair and then I do the same for him.
Neither of us talks and I'm assuming that's because he's savoring the memory of
the piss exchange. I'm assuming that because he's still got most of his
boner.  Frankly I'm happy it's over, but I'd do it again with him if he wants
to. It  wasn't horrible and I can almost see why it's a fetish to some, just
like I can  almost see why some guys have a foot fetish, or Dodger has his
haircut fetish,  or whatever fetish. I almost can see the sexual nature of
those fetishes even  though I don't have any of them. In one way it'd be
convenient to have a couple  of fetishes because it'd be one more means of
becoming sexually aroused, which  certainly isn't a bad thing. That's assuming the
fetish isn't controlling you.  When we've dried each others bodies, I work
on Billy's hair again brushing it as  the hairdryer dries it. This time I do
get his hair in a nice ponytail as I try  to imagine me with one. I comb his
bangs as we look into each other's eyes. He  quietly says, "Can you keep a
secret?" I nod my head, saying, "Yes, sir," and he  puts his hands on either
side of my face, quietly saying, "Don't repeat this,  but I want to be your
full time dom. Will you help me think of how we can make  that happen?"
He's so sincere, but I can only stare back at him, not sure if  this is a test
of some kind or what. He kisses my lips, still holding my face  between his
hands, "Will you, Dylan? I can tell you're attracted to me and I  think you
like me more than John, and we'd be good together." I ask, "Where  would we,
you know, meet?" He says, "I don't know. I just know I'm really in,  um,
kinda in love with you. To John you're just another one of his boys. He'll
dump me pretty soon and you might even be my replacement in John's mind. Ya
never know with dom's. They mostly are interested in what pleasures
themselves."  I ask, "Wouldn't you be like that too?" He says, "Of course, but the
difference  is I really, really care about you." Hmmm, I think the safe thing
to say is,  "Right now you're my dom because John's not here, as it were,
um, so I go along  with what you said. As a submissive that's my obligation, I
think." He thinks  about that, kisses my lips again and then takes his
hands from my face,  muttering, "I see what you mean. Not a word of this to
John. I'll figure out  what to do next. In the meantime get dressed because we
need to meet him," and  then he gives me a slap on my bare ass, "Get going,
boy." I'm glad what I said  made sense to him 'cause it sure as shit made no
sense to me. I mean, it totally  avoided his proposal, but it was mostly
double talk.


Interesting development except it's kind of fucking up the sub/dom
experience I was expecting from John. It's been Billy who I've spent most of the
time with. I've felt submissive to him about half that time, but mostly
because  he represents John. Billy doesn't have the presence John has, or if he
does I  haven't seen it yet. On the other hand John doesn't have the presence
I felt  from him in Wildwood either. It'd be even less what I was expecting
if  Billy was all there was. This isn't turning out to be like I expected.
Maybe I'm  not cut out for a real sub/dom relationship, and maybe a real one
can only exist  if you're with a dominant person all the time, twenty-four
hours a day,  everyday. I wouldn't want to do that. Hmmm, Robby's who I want
to be like John,  or I'd even settle for him being like Billy. But I want
Robby to be like Billy,  I don't think I want Billy to be like Billy,
although he's fairly cool with his  style of being dominant. I shouldn't sell him
short, but he can't compare with  Robby and he probably never would, and
that's not to say Billy isn't cool, like  I said. Come to think of it, Billy
would be awesome to have a date with once a  week say, but without that fucking
strap he likes so much. We put on our clown  outfits and Billy reminds me,
"Not a word about what we talked about. It's our  secret." Well, he's the
one who talked about it, not 'we'. It's his secret, not  mine, but I like him
so I won't fuck him up by mentioning anything to John.  Looking at him I
realize I'm doing what I always do... the longer I know Billy  the cuter he
seems to be.

We're in the lobby holding hands, standing in the geeky way the dog
collars make it necessary to stand. We're here a full five minutes before John
told us to be here. Billy squeezes my hand, and says, "You're so sexy, Dylan.
It's not just your awesome looks, it's your body, your scent, your boyish
voice,  and your personality. All of it combined is like so sexy I'm standing
here  yearning, craving to fuck you again, and I mean fuck you really hard.
I want my  Prince Albert up your ass so badly it hurts and I want you to be
my submissive  boy. That's my goal and when I put my mind on something,
like you being my  submissive boy, you might as well resigned yourself to that
fate." I don't know  what to say to that, except, "Um, I'm glad you think so
highly of me, Billy, but  you're overrating me a lot." He says, "No I'm
not. I'm underestimating you if  anything. You're so easily submissive, but
only because you like being that way  when you feel like it. I sense there's a
lot more to you than being submissive,  isn't there?" I shrug, "Well, I sure
hope so, Billy, but it's fun being  submissive sometimes." He's like, "You
do it for a, um, for a lark. It's  something to do that's fun, but you can
walk away from it if it becomes not fun,  can't you?" I say, "I hope so, but
I didn't leave after being strapped. Right?"  He says, "Yeah, that's true.
You're not like me though. I'd be happy being  submissive to John all the
time, but he's a part time dominant like you're a  part time submissive. Yeah,
you're both part time, but I'm making it my business  to making you full
time. If I can't be a full time submissive I'll be your full  time dom." I ask,
"If you like being submissive so much how come you want to be  my full time
dominant sex partner?" He goes, "That's my second choice. I already  told
ya I think John's getting ready to dump me, so I'm planning ahead." I'm
like, "It don't look like John's getting ready to dump you to me," but before
Billy can respond to that we see John outside talking to the night doorman.
Billy and I stand up even straighter. John laughs and pats the doorman on
the  shoulder, then comes through the door that's being held open for him.
Billy runs  to him. Oh yeah, that's what we're suppose to do, so I do it too
feeling as  geeky as I look. I'm not cut out for this I guess. I can't get by
the geek part.  Never expected the geek part. As for Billy, he's cute and
he's had his moments  acting dominant, but he's a dreamer too. Let him dream
away.


John gives us a hug and a kiss as I smell the booze on his breath right
away. He says, "Ralph's getting us a cab," and outside we go. I'm already very
 used to holding Billy's hand wherever we go and it's funny thinking back
to Key  West when I was so uncomfortable with Willie holding my hand. Ha,
little did I  know he was doing me a favor. I still get embarrassed at certain
things, but  only about ten percent of the things that used to embarrass me
still do. A cab  pulls over and Billy tells me, "You get in first, Dylan,"
and he smacks my ass,  "Now, boy!" I get in rubbing my ass, he's stronger
than he looks. Billy follows  me in and I sit down fast to avoid another smack
on my ass, then John gets in  last. Billy wants to sit next to John
obviously. The cab driver looks at Billy  and me, frowning. Then he asks us, "What
happened to your necks?" John says,  "Nothing happened to their necks.
They're wearing my dog collars," then he gives  the startled cabbie the address to
the 'Don't Tell' restaurant. The cabbie  shakes his head slowly and pulls
away. Okay, that was a little bit embarrassing  for me, but Billy's beaming
at John. Guess he figures he needs to suck up to  John so he won't get
dumped. I shrug which causes my dog collar to gag me...  this is beginning to get
old. John doesn't make out with Billy as Billy snuggles  against him.
Instead of making out, John says, "My father told me a joke.  There's this little
kid at school who hears older kids talking about pussies and  bitches. At
home the little kid  asks his mom what they are and she  shows him pictures of
cats and female dogs. This doesn't seem right to the  little kid so he asks
his father. His father's watching the ball game on TV and  doesn't want to
be bothered so he grabs a Playboy magazine and turns to the  centerfold.
Using a magic marker he circles the model's vagina, saying, 'That's  a pussy.'
The little boy's eyes get big as he asks, 'What's a bitch?' and the  father
says, 'Everything outside the circle.'" Billy goes into hysterics  laughing
his ass off as John chuckles. It's worth a chuckle maybe, but that's  about
it. I laugh a little, but it's harder faking a laugh than faking a  cough.


At the restaurant John pays the cab driver and in we go. The man at the
front desk looks at Billy and me, then says, "I love it! You two are
adorable,"  then he asks John, "Your boys?" and John says, "Whadda you think?
Reservation  for Doctor Arnold." Billy and I exchange looks of puzzlement as the
man checks  his reservation book, then says, "Ah, yes, doctor. Um, if the boys
want to drink  you'll need to join the private club portion of this
establishment. Same for  going upstairs to the lounge after dinner." Nodding his
head towards us, the man  says, "They're obviously not twenty-one and frankly
neither are you, doctor.  It's a hundred dollars for a one week membership."
He stares at John, who  laughs. "Nice gimmick!" says John, and he hands the
man a hundred dollar bill.  The man, who's very feminine-acting, say,
"Thank you. Hold your hand up, please,  so I can stamp the back of it." John gets
the back of his hand stamped and the  man, says, "You too, cutie's." We're
holding hands of course, so we hold up our  free hand and they get stamped.
The man says, "This way, please," and he sashays  off with us following and
John grinning at us. We pass one room of diners and  are seated in the
second room that has a sign proclaiming 'Members Only'. It's  strange seeing a
restaurant with only men in it. Our waiter comes over. He's a  yellow-haired
boy who looks about fifteen years old. He's got attitude if I can  assume
that from the arrogant way he sauntered over here with a blasé expression  on
his face. He doesn't even glance at Billy or me, just John. He's bored as he
asks, "Can I get you anything to drink?" John orders Samuel Adams beer for
all  of us, and the kid asks, "The back of your hand stamped?" John shows
him and the  kid says, "How 'bout your boys here?" we show him and he shrugs
and saunters  off. John checks the menu as Billy and I shrug at each other,
grinning about the  yellow-haired boy. We think he's hot. Billy silently
mouths, 'I want to fuck you  right on this table, then the yellow-haired boy'.
It's nice to be wanted. I  smile and mouth, 'Go ahead'. John says, "What are
you two up to?" Before we can  answer he spots someone he knows and gets up,
muttering, "Be back in a second."  We watch him go to a table near the back
where a guy is sitting alone reading  the menu. John comes up behind the
guy and puts his arms around the guy's neck  and kisses him. The guy gets up
and they hug, then kiss on the lips. They talk  with big smiles on their
faces, then John points at us. He pulls on the guys arm  and they both come
over. John says, "Boys, meet Cody McGuire, my prep school  roommate," and Cody
says, "And his first submissive boy too." John says, "Not my  first, but my
best." Cody chuckles, "I got a haircut and outgrew the need for  all that
shit, John. You know, when I met Stephen in college. The ponytail had  to go."
They discuss that and I notice John introduced Cody to us, but not us to
him. Hmmm?


They're disagreeing on the possibility of Cody outgrowing a submissive
nature when our beers arrive. Cody asks the yellow-haired boy if he'd bring his
 drink to our table. The waiter, who can't possibly be old enough to serve
alcoholic beverages, smirks at Cody and says, "Right away, Mister McGuire,"
and  he goes off to do that. John says, "Guess you come in here frequently,
Cody." He  says, "This is my second time. The first time our young waiter
fucked me in the  men's room and since Stephen's  visiting his family I
thought I'd see if  Pop Tart wants another go with me. Pop Tart is what he goes
by. I have no idea  what his real name is, but can he ever fuck!" John
laughs, "You'll never change,  always horny McGuire." John looks at us boys, and
says, "That was Cody's  nickname in prep school... 'always horny McGuire'. We
shortened it after awhile  to AHM." Cody chuckles, "Those were the days my
friend." John says, "You're  eating with us of course," and Cody's like,
"You buying?" and John goes, "Don't  I always." So Cody takes a seat. Billy and
I just listen to them reminisce.  Cody's average looking except, like many
young guys he has a super sweet smile  with cute dimples and really nice
teeth. He's a big dude, tall with wide  shoulders, almost as tall as John.
Thick hands and he's altogether not what I'd  expect a submissive type to look
like. I guess that's a dumb statement because  submissiveness is a state of
mind, not a physical thing.


John and Cody are totally ignoring us and  when I try whispering something
sexy to Billy, John snaps at me, "No talking,  Dylan!" and Billy gives me a
disapproving look, like maybe he's saying, 'Don't  get me in trouble'. I
say, "My apologies, John," worried he'll say I've got a  strapping coming to
me. He doesn't though. Cody and John get into a discussion  about someone they
knew in prep school who's apparently bisexual. John says,  "You knew
Dietrich better than me," and Cody goes, "Yeah, we lived in the same
neighborhood." John asks, "Is he still taking money from every girl he goes out  with?"
and Cody goes, "What do you think?" John asks, "Do think there's some  sort
of misogyny at work with him?" Cody's drink arrives, and he says, "Thank
you Pop Tart, um, what time do you get off work?" The yellow-haired boy adjust
 his junk smirking at Cody. "I don't need to get off work to be of service,
 Mister McGuire, my break is at ten o'clock." He looks at the rest of us,
then  says, "I'll, um, probably need to take a piss by then." Cody says, "Ten
o'clock,  huh? I might be about ready to take a piss myself right about
then too." Pop  Tart goes, "Maybe I'll see ya in there, Mister McGuire." Then
to the table in  general, "I'll be back to take your orders shortly." We all
watch him go. Cody  says, "His cock's about as big as yours, John. Look at
the ass on that kid!"  John shrugs, "Look at my boys, ya think I care about
the waiter's ass. Boys  stand up and show Cody your asses." Billy hops right
up so I do too. We turn  around and Cody squeezes Billy's ass because he's
closest to him. He goes,  "Nice, John, but you always had the cutest boys,"
and John deadpans, "Yeah, you  were the only exception to that."


They break each others balls a little in good natured fun, then John  asks,
"So, do you think Dietrich's taking the girls' money because he's got some
sort of misogyny going for him, or not?" Cody says,"Maybe he sees them as
easy  targets. You know, easy targets to 'borrow' money from, or maybe he
just wants  to fuck them." John asks, "Do you mean literally?" Cory takes a
swallow of his  drink, then says, "Yeah literally, but also colloquially, in
the sense of fuck  them over too." I don't know what the fuck they're even
saying so I slip my bare  foot out of the too big work boot and rub Billy's leg
with my foot. He tries not  to grin, but does anyway. John's busy catching
up with Cody's life so Billy  takes his bare foot and we play footsies under
the table which gets us a little  horny. During a lull in the conversation
between the prep school buddies, Billy  raises his hand a little. John asks,
"What is it Billy?" Billy asks, "May Dylan  and I go to the restroom?" John
says, "No," and goes back to his conversation.  Billy holds my hand below
the table and we do more footsies play. Pop Tart comes  and John orders for
all four of us. Cody acts like he expected it, but it  surprises me that
John's ordering for Cody like he's still his boy. I try  picturing that big lug
with a ponytail and bangs almost making myself laugh out  loud. We're
apparently all having another round of drinks, the house salad,  double rib pork
chops, mashed sweet potato's and brussel sprouts. That's what  John orders
for all of us. I hate to disappoint him, but I'm not eating the  brussel
sprouts... no fucking way. After ordering, John says, "Okay, you two are
excused, but for five minutes only." We say, "Yes, John," and as were walking  away
towards the lavatory I hear him say to Cody, "If I let them stay in there
longer Billy would have his cock up Dylan's ass in a flash." That's all I
hear,  but it's enough to get me squirmy in my groin area.


Our strange outfits get some cat calls from a few of the gay men at  tables
we pass, and there are all men here, no other 'boys'. The guys at our
table, plus Pop Tart, brings the average age of these diners down to maybe just
under forty years of age, not that there's anything wrong with that. In the
rest  room Billy wants me to hold his cock while he holds mine as we take
our piss.  Beer goes right through ya. Billy's cock totally sprays my hand
with piss thanks  to his Prince Albert. His hand on my cock gets be semi-boned
up, so I guess I do  have a thing for Billy... he's cute and just bossy
enough. Done our piss I go to  wash my hand but Billy stops me, and says,
"We'll both lick the piss off your  hand," and that's what we do. It tastes a
little like beer. Billy says, "I'd  have you liking the urine play if I have a
little more time with you which I  will when you're my exclusive boy. When
your hair's as long as mine we'll piss  in each others hair, and in our bangs
too." Then he grabs his crotch, muttering,  "Oh my God, just saying that
and I sprung a boner. Feel it," so I put my hand in  the front of his bib and
sure enough, he's got a rock hard boner. I nod my head,  "Yeah, that's a
beauty, Billy." He say, "Get in that stall, go ahead, now!"  Geez, I like that
bossy tone, so I say, "Yes, sir." I go into the stall with my  cock firming
up a little more. He clicks the lock and unhooks my straps in back.  Pulling
my short shorts down he puts his cock head against my anus spreading the
lips, then he humps his cock inside me and we both go, "Mmmm, yeah." Billy
pushes it up my ass making me bend forward with my hands on the wall above
the  toilet. His fat cock goes in it's entire five inch length, then he leans
against  me, and whispers, "When you're my submissive boy you can feel my
cock with the  PA up your ass all the time. Wouldn't that be something?" Yeah,
it would. Maybe  I shouldn't blow his idea off. I say, "I'd like that
Billy," and he humps his  cock back and forth in my ass with me clamping my mouth
shut, but the fourth  time his PA-headed cock drives up my ass, I moan,
"Ooooh, mmmm," and he leans on  me again, asking, "Do you wanna do it? Be my
sub?" I ask, "How would it work?"  He thrust another half dozen times and I'm
squirming in sexual pleasure now,  "Aaaah, ooh, yeaaah, Billy, fuck me," but
he pulls out. "We gotta get back,  baby," as he hooks up my shoulder straps
and smacks my ass. So now it's baby,  huh. I guess I agreed to be his 'boy'
by not saying I won't be his boy. At least  that's what I think Billy
deducted, and we can probably work something out. I'll  keep an open mind.


As we walk back to the table I feel the need to stroke my cock so badly,
but I think of that strap across my ass and don't do it. Billy tells me,
"We'll  have time for me to fuck you sometime tonight. Trust me on that." I ask
again,  "How would it work, you being my dom?" He says, "I don't know yet.
I'll come up  with something. I've got a dumpy apartment here in New York
city, but my folks  live in New Hampshire." I go. "Oh, ya don't say." He goes,
"The beginning of a  plan, huh?" I mutter, "Yes, sir," not even realizing I
was going to say that,  it's getting to be so automatic. Cody and John are
laughing as Billy and I sit  down. Cody says, "Let me tell your boys the
joke." John shrugs, "Go ahead," and  Cody goes, "A guy's wife comes home late at
night and quietly opens the door to  their bedroom expecting the husband
will be already sleeping. From the faint  night light she can just make out
that there are two set of legs under the  covers. Royally pissed-off, she gets
the baseball bat they keep under the bed  and starts hitting the shit out
of both of them. She leaves the covered bodies  moaning, then she throws the
bat on the bed hearing the 'clunk' when it hits  someone's head. She goes to
the kitchen for a drink and to think things over. To  her astonishment
there's her husband drinking a night cap. He goes, 'Hi darling,  your parents
hit us with a surprise visit so I gave them our bedroom'..." Billy  goes into
fits of laughter that I find amazing, how does he do that? I grin with  a
little chuckle and John says, "Dylan didn't think my joke was funny either."
Cody asks, "Is he agelast?" and John goes, ""Nah, he laughs sometimes, then
he  tells his joke to Cody as our dinners and fresh beers arrive.

I try catching Pop Tart's eye, but the yellow-haired boy acts superior to
Billy and me. Guess he isn't a fan of bib overalls. The double pork chop has
 grill marks, it's tender and juicy, and delicious, but the sweet potatoes
I  could do without except there seems to be some brown sugar in them so I
eat  them. The brussel sprouts, forget about it. I look at Billy's plate and
he ate  the vile vegetable before he finished his pork chop. I'd like to
pick up the  bone and chew the pieces of pork I can't reach with my knife,
that's how good it  was. Taking a swallow of beer I'm feeling pretty good until
John says, "I'm only  going to tell you this once, Dylan, eat the
vegetable." I look at him and can  almost see that fucking strap in his hand, so I
plop a brussel sprout in my  mouth and it's as horrible as I imagined. There's
five of them and one by one  they get eaten almost whole. It ruined the
dinner pure and simple. A busboy  clears the table. He looks like a girl with
eyebrow pencil and some kind of  glittering shit on his eyelashes, plus he has
a woman's dyed blond hairdo. He  looks at Billy and me the way a wolf looks
at a wounded rabbit. John asks,  "What's your problem, goldilocks?" The
busgirl/boy does something feminine with  his/her body and squeaks, "My bad,"
and carries off the dishes. Cody says,  "Everybody must hit on your boys,"
and John says, "Not for long, they don't."  He's acting extra macho now that
Cody's with us. John wants dessert so when Pop  Tart arrives he orders four
desserts of New York cheesecake and four Irish  coffees. Cody, Billy and I
say nothing. John says, "I got the first dance with  you, Cody," and Cody
says, "You'll probably have more than that before the  night's over." They both
chuckle with John muttering, "Yeah,  undoubtedly."

The cheesecake is pretty good, but it's a big slice so I don't finish it
until John says, "Dylan," in a way that I interpret as meaning I need to
finish  my dessert, which I do. The Irish coffee has a very strong whiskey taste
to it.  Two beers and a shot of whiskey I can handle, but much more and it
gets to be  silly time. John pays for the dinner with a credit card. I have
no idea if this  place is as overpriced as The Russian Tea Room because John
was the only one at  our table with a menu. He signs the receipt thing and
the four of us head  upstairs with John goosing Cody. Cody does a really
weird giggle. John says,  "Hey, you know I hate that giggle, Cody. Don't do it
again." Cody seems to be  reverting back to being John's boy again, as he
says, "Yes, sir." That's a  little weird, but is it any weirder than me saying
'Yes, sir' to nineteen year  old Billy? I guess not.


The top floor is a club that we need to hold the back of our hand under a
black light to show our stamp before we're allowed in. The bouncer is muscle
 bound, tattooed like a carnival geek, and shaved bald. Many body
piercing's too,  but the really weird thing is he has an incongruous high pitched
voice like  maybe his nuts have been removed. Definitely not someone you want
to stumble  into in a dark alley. The club is large and fairly crowded. Three
bars, loud  dance beat music and many freaky looking people all apparently
trying to be more  outlandishly dressed and made-up than the next guy. Billy
and me fit right in  while John and Cody do not, although there are a few
sensibly attired  individuals here and there. Definitely not the norm though.
John buys us all  what he wants to drink which we discover is a vodka and
grapefruit juice with  something sweet that makes the drink pink. It's not
bad at all. John tells Billy  and me, "Dance together, or do whatever for
awhile. I'm taking a trip down  memory lane with Cody," and he and Cody kiss on
the lips. There's a lot of that  going on all around us. Not feeling like
dancing right now, Billy and I go  searching for an empty table. Were getting
hit on often as we make our way to a  table way back at the corner of the
room. The table's about  as big as a checker board.


Billy say, "Let's plan our future together, Dylan." Oh brother! I say, "I
go to college in two weeks, Billy. That's my main future, but we can have
dates,  I'd like that." He says, "Sure, it'll have to be dates at first
because I need  to work just like you need to go to college, but the main thing is
I'll keep in  touch and sort of groom you to be my boy at some later time.
Like next summer  for sure.  I'll definitely have you move into my apartment
and we'll get  serious with the sub/dom activities." What a dreamer, but he
intrigues me so  I'll see if a date or two with him is something that's
worthwhile pursuing. I  say, "Look, Billy, I like you, but I'm not promising
you anything and spending  the summer with you seems like a billion to one
shot." He says, "So, you're  saying maybe. I'll change your mind in time.
You'll see." I shrug, and he slaps  my arm, "Don't shrug at me, Dylan. You
shouldn't dis your dom." Oh, yeah, I  forgot my role, so I say, "I'm sorry,
Billy." He stares at me for a few seconds,  then says, "First off call me 'sir' to
help you remember your place. And I know  you think you can continue with
your submissiveness whenever you feel like it,  but I'm going to change your
mind about that." I think of Ryan extolling the  joys he felt in his really
submissive days with his sadistic dominant sex  partners. And I think about
how it was awesome for me being dominated by Ryan,  but I know myself better
than anyone. Billy thinks he can turn me into a full  time sub of his which
simply isn't going to happen, but I don't want to hurt his  feeling. He's
sweet under his bluster. Anything longer than individual  submissive dates
wouldn't work for long with me. Hell, in the later days of Key  West when
Willie was uber dominant I got tired of it and was really looking  forward to
getting home to see Chubby and Robby and everyone. Luckily Willie was  sick
the last night and the next day so that put an end to his dominant act. I'm
just not worried about ever having anything approaching a permanent
arrangement  with anyone except Robby. For now though I'll enjoy being submissive to
cute  Billy tonight and on individual dates. Actually he's seeming more sexy
by the  minute. I reach over and run my fingers through his bangs grinning
at him. He  takes my hand and holds it, saying, "I know you like me more
than John." I say,  "Yes, I do, and it's not even close." He says, "Come over
and sit on my lap." I  hesitate, asking, "You serious?" and he says, "Yes, do
what you're told and get  over here."


Ha ha, I get up and sit in his lap feeling weird. He puts his hand up my
right baggy pant leg and plays with my dick, saying, "I need to fuck you so
badly. Here's the truth, I never felt before like I do with you. It's such a
 different feeling than the one I have for John. It's, um , a totally new
feeling  that I'm having a hard time getting my head around which is why I
said earlier I  sort of love you. I don't know what else to call it." I say,
"How about lust?"  He shakes his head, "There's more to it than that,
although that's a part of  it." I say, "Billy, if you keep playing with my dick I'm
gonna cum in my bib  overalls." He does his hysterical laugh. Jeez, maybe
it's a real laugh. I  thought it was faked before. Pulling his hand out of my
overalls, he says, "The  way you said that so matter of fact like, it
struck me as funny. Anyway I intend  fucking your cum out of you, not jerking you
off." I ask, "Can I sit in my  chair? This is uncomfortable." He goes, "Oh,
okay. See, I'm too easy on you, but  that's my shortcoming, not yours." We
talk about Billy's fantasy of me living  with him next summer and I keep
clarifying it by saying it's a billion to one  chance that I'll do it and he
keeps saying he'll change my mind on our dates.  He's cutely confident and
very sincere. We finish our drinks and go looking for  John to get another
drink 'cause they were good. Neither of us has so much as a  penny on us so we
can't buy the drinks ourselves.


We find John and Cody making out up against the bar, and they're not the
only ones. Obviously gay guys are more into sexy type activities than most
straight couples. The DJ announces a slow dance so John breaks his make-out
with  Cody and takes Billy's hand, saying, "I need me a little cute sub to
dance  with," and he dances off with Billy. Huh! Then Cody takes my hand and
dances  with me. He is so not my type, but I don't want to hurt his feelings,
I don't  want to hurt anyone's feelings if I can help it, so I dance with
him. As we  slowly move to the music his crotch grinds into mine and he
kisses the side of  my forehead wetly... ugh! My forehead reaches only to his
cheek, that's how much  taller he is then me. I don't protest his grinding
crotch or the kisses, but I  don't reciprocate either. Then he's massaging my
ass and altogether this dance  sucks. He has no sexy scent, just a flat
nothing scent. The dance is over in  three minutes, although it seemed much
longer. Funny how some guys turn me off  and others make my dick hard just looking
at them. As we're walking over to John  and Billy, Cody says, "You're hot,
Dylan," and I mutter, "Thanks, Cody," rolling  my eyes. Sure, I'm feeling
like I should return the compliment, except I don't.  It would just add onto
my little white lie total that's already top heavy, so no  reciprocated
compliment. John buys us all another vodka and grapefruit juice.  This time I
watch the bartender add a red liqueur called Chambord, that's where the
sweetness comes from. I'm watching the hunky bartender make the drinks and he
looks up at me and winks, but then he goes down the bar to serve someone else.
He's not my type either. John and Cody see two other guys they know and it
turns  into another reunion that excludes Billy and me, but that suits us
just fine. I  came here to experience a real sub/dom relationship with John. I
was looking for  the John I knew in Wildwood, but he hasn't actually showed
up. It's like John  has Billy and I available for when he has nothing else
to do, which isn't all  that often so far. I guess for him the main point of
us is for him to show off  his cute boys and impress the guys in the gay
neighborhood on Sundays. That's  when he walks us on leashes with him
kibitzing with the other dominant types who  also have their boys or leashes. As of
now I'm not feeling it at all. It's the  geek factor that comes into the
picture, the one that has us wearing these  ridiculous clothes, that's what's
throwing me off.


Billy says, "Come over here with me," so I follow him thinking if it
weren't for Billy this would be a complete waste of my time. At least he's
interestingly bossy and very confident, although him saying he's falling in love
with me, as stupid as that sounds, has kinda puts a damper on his
dominance.  It's like Robby being bossy. If I said 'no' to something he wanted me to
do he'd  basically say 'oh, okay, don't do it then', which means I'm
actually the boss  and that's not what I'm looking for. Sonny's good at being bossy
and so was Ryan  until he fell in love with me too. Where are all the
pricks when you need one,  ya know? Well, Willie could be a prick, but he'd back
down when I put my foot  down about something too. Who else? Geno is
interesting, but he lost his edge at  the end too. Who knows, maybe Billy has
another gear, dominance-wise. He  interrupts my thoughts by putting his arms
around my neck, saying, "We're making  out now, boy," I say, "Yes, sir," but
almost chuckle when I say it. He does  little licks on my lips as I get my arms
around his waist, then we kiss. Billy's  very good at making out, I'll give
him that, but a lot of guys make-out good.  Ryan's still the best, although
Robby's my favorite guy to make out with. At  least Billy's got the sexy
scent going for him, and it's sexier than John's too,  although John's is
pretty sexy. Man, Billy's lips are sweet with just the right  about of fullness
to them. His tongue is one of the best ones I've had in my  mouth, and what
the hell, I'm really getting into this make-out with him. This  is more
along the lines of what I had in mind. Take charge Billy!


He's got me backed up against a big fat column humping his groin into
mine, his arms around my dog collar, our faces moving against one another with
saliva all around both our mouths and chins. "Mmmmm," from me as my cock
tightens up, feeling real good. Our noses rub together as our tongues slide
against one another and our lips suck together as I tighten my hug around his
 midsection making quiet moaning sounds and the sexual heat rises. Damn, he
taste  good and he's taking charge alright. He's getting me hot. Our faces
get a little  sweaty in the warm overcrowded room and both our cocks are
rigid boners humping  together. Oh man, Billy's a fucking sex machine and now
as I moan I feel the wet  of precum in my bib overalls. The precum drips down
my hard cock as we move and  hump against one another. I slide my mouth to
Billy's cheek gasping for air,  extremely turned on by him. He seems so sexy
all of a sudden. I lick his face,  then my lips go to his ear to say, "Fuck
me, Billy. Let's go in the lavatory  where you'll fuck me hard like you
said you'd do." He's panting, then he takes a  deep breath as his arm pulls off
my dog collar. He says, "No, we're not going in  any fucking lavatory. I'll
decide when I'll fuck you... you have no say in the  matter. If you don't
want me to strap your ass you won't asked me to fuck you  again. Your place
is to want it, but wait for me to tell you when you're gonna  get it. Do you
understand that, you twat? Now get our drinks and we'll sit down  and talk
about it." What the fuck brought this on? I grope my crotch, asking,
"What... what are you doing, Billy?" He says, "Don't call me 'Billy'! I said get
our fucking drinks and sit your ass the fuck down. We'll talk about it." In a
 haze I get the drinks off the wainscoting shelf we put them on, and follow
Billy  to the same table we sat at earlier. On the way I get goosed four
times by four  different guys. Each goose I swung my head around to look at
the guy who goosed  me, but all of them stare back at me smirking, and one of
them said, "Be my  doggie and I'll give you a doggie treat."


I'm still aroused from our make out and Billy's dominant turn too.
Apparently he does have another gear, but to test that theory, when I sit down,  I
say again, "Come on, Billy, let's have a little sex together." I never ask
for  it from anybody so why am I asking Billy I wonder? He says, "That's one
strap  across your ass the minute we walk though the door of the studio. I
told you  twice to call me 'sir'. What I'm doing is demonstrating to you,
knucklehead, how  easily I can get you eating out of my hand when I want to.
You need sex more  than I do and I'm positive I have more willpower than you."
I'm not saying  anything now. One strap I can handle, but I don't want more
than that. No doubt  he does have more willpower than me... a toddler has
more willpower than I do."  I mutter, "Yes, sir," and he says, "Don't mutter.
Look at me and tell me what  you're thinking." I say, "You know what I'm
thinking," and he asks, "What's  that?" Humph, he wants me to say I'm thinking
I want him to fuck me, but I won't  say it, so I say, "Nothing, I wasn't
thinking about anything except that your  cute. That's what I was thinking,
and you look cool with your ponytail and you  smell good too. You smell sexy
good, and you're a damn hot make-out, and, um,"  and I mumble, "And I want
you to fuck me. That's what I was thinking. Okay?" He  swallows some of his
beverage, then says, "I could tell you right now that you  deserve another
strapping for talking to me like that, and I'll assign one to  you unless you
apologize and ask me to please not strap you." This sucks and I  feel like
pouting, but another fucking strap isn't what I'm looking for. I go,  "You're
right, I was totally out of line, sir, and I sincerely apologize for  that.
Please don't call another strapping on me." He nods his head, "Okay, I
won't, but you see how I can make you see things my way?" Yeah, holding the
strapping over my head, but I say, "Yes, sir, I do now." I'm interested in
putting talk of strapping in the rearview mirror. At the same time, he's kinda
turning me on with his hard-ass act. It's especially effective coming from
such  a cute guy. He says, "So, maybe you spending the summer with me isn't
a billion  to one after all. Is it, smart-ass" His face, like mine is a
little sweaty and  his bangs are damp. It looks sexy as hell with his cute face.
He's so fucking  young looking and I just realized his awesomely bossiness
is getting to me. He's  serious and it will make the sex that much hotter
for me, so it's all good. I  say, "Yes, sir," again to keep things going.

Billy looks smug now, nodding his head, saying, "You better learn your
place. I told you this morning if you fuck up you're going to have the sorest
ass you ever had. One of my early strapping was so hard I couldn't walk for
most  of the day and I wouldn't mind returning the favor to you. That's how
John got  my attention and if necessary that's how I'll get yours." My cock
gets tight  from his dominant stance, but there's a little fear twirling
around my brain too  because he's serious and I know how sexually aroused he
gets from strapping me.  I guess he sees something in my eyes because he goes,
" You can avoid adding to  the one strapping you've got coming to you by
remembering your place and mine.  And don't fret, I'm going to fuck your ass
plenty hard, but I'll do it when I  say so." I give him another meek, "Yes,
sir," without realizing I was going to  say it. He reaches over and takes my
hand to hold, and in a much nicer voice, he  says, "See how good we can be
together, Dylan, but it only is at it's best when  you remember your place. I
learned that from John, but it took awhile. It'll  take you awhile too, but
once you 'get it' then everything falls into place and  everything goes
smoothly. I know this is true from being a submissive to John  for a year and a
half." Ah, shades of Ryan again. He says, "Lets try this again.  Dylan,
come sit on my lap," and I get up and sit on his lap with someone to my  left,
calling over, "Ah, ain't those twinks cute?" I don't even look over at  him,
and Billy probably didn't even hear it. He puts his arms around my stomach,
 asking, "There, isn't this much better? Just do what I say and it goes
smoothly," and he kisses the back of my head. I feel goofy sitting on his lap
because if anything I'm a couple pounds heavier than Billy and an inch
taller,  but that just makes it better, submissive-wise. That's why Sonny gets
me so  turned on, he's only eighteen. I wish Billy was only five foot four,
about  ninety pounds, and bossing me around like he's doing now. That'd be so
hot. He  says, "Okay, go sit in the seat." I forget the dog collar for a
second and turn  my head to say 'yes sir', but the collar gives me that
gagging sensation  again. Billy smacks my ass, saying, "Do what you're told,
boy." I'm in my seat  in a flash taking a big swallow of my drink. Aaaash, this
damn thing is good.  Thinking about gagging from the dog collar a few
seconds ago, I ask, "Um, sir,  I'm not going to need to wear a dog collar with
you, am I?" He says, "Of course  you are, what kind of stupid question is that.
And I'll strap you when you need  it, and you'll have a ponytail with
bangs, the whole deal. You just won't need  to come to New York 'cause I'll be at
my mom's house in Salem, New Hampshire."  Damn, Salem is fifteen minutes
from North Andover where Merrimack is located.  Hmmm, yeah, dates with this
type of Billy might rock. When I'm back at college  Billy will be a lot closer
than Sonny or Geno back in Framingham, and I don't  know what to expect
from Ryan. His last email indicated he's reconsidered things  and he now wants
to start over like it was with Robby in the beginning of our  twin boyfriend
era. That hurts my feelings more than I let on to Robby, and  probably more
than I let on to myself. We were in love, Ryan and me. Some sort  of love
anyway. Huh. Maybe this trip is turning out to be worth the trouble  after
all, just not the way I expected it to go.

Well, dates with Billy in Salem sounds pretty cool, so I'm definitely
going to play it right with Billy. Well, playing it right isn't going to be too
hard because for the last ten minutes he's been confidently and dominantly
putting me in my place, and my dick feels better for it, plus we still have
that  hot fuck in our future. I don't know what to expect from John later,
if  anything. He's tied up with his prep school submissive boy, which might
be  turning out good for me. Billy's saying something, but I only hear the
end of  it, "So, Dylan, I think you'll go for that and if you don't go for it
at first  you will in short order. I guarantee it." I say, "Yes, sir,"
because I'm  certainly not going to say I wasn't listening to him. Staring at
him now he's  looking cuter by the minute. Maybe I can get him to wear little
round eyeglasses  so he can push them up his cute nose when they slide down.
We both finish our  drink. Billy says, "Okay, take my hand and we'll see
what John's up to. As I  take his hand we hear a cheer goes up so Billy leads
me over to where the  cheer came from and I realize a submissiveness has
snuck up on me. It makes  my shoulders shudder a little as I gaze at Billy.
Then I shake my head wondering  how that happened. There's a crowd around a big
inflatable swimming pool. It's a  large version of a kiddie pool about a
foot deep and it's filled with jello. Two  naked men in their thirties, by the
look of them, are wrestling in the jello.  They're naked so everyone can
see that one is hung like a horse, and the other  is hung like my boyfriend
and brother. I don't know how they decide who's won,  but one of the guys has
his hands in the air in a victory pose and everyone is  cheering again. The
apparent winner's the one with the four inch dick. Everyone  cheering at
something inane like this is weird, and it occurs to me for the  first time
that everyone in this club is drunk.


Another naked man goes into the jello, this one is probably in his
twenties, but he's not cute at all... he's stocky with about a six inch cock.  It's
odd how cock sizes vary so much from male to male. This new guy is shaved
except for his head where he has long hair. He gets dumped in the jello and
all  that hair gets saturated with cherry jello. Billy does his hysterical
laugh at  that and I glance at him to see if he's serious, which he
apparently is. John  scolded Cody for his absurd giggle, but I'm in no position to
object to Billy's  hyena laugh. Oh well, few things are perfect and his laugh
is really the only  thing I feel is wrong with him. We watch for ten minutes
as four different guys  somehow lose to the original winner, who's now
taunting the crowd for another  victim. Billy says to me, "Come on, lets get our
drinks refilled." He pulls me  through the crowd by my hand. Someone else's
hand goes up my short pant leg and  squeezing my nuts. I yelp, but it's
just the one squeeze. Looking behind me I  can't tell who did it. We can't find
John or Cody so Billy absently says,  "They're probably screwing," like
it's obvious. I hope he'll suggest we do the  same, but instead we leave our
glasses on a table that's already half full of  empty glasses and we dance to
the music, what else would we dance to. It's a  fast dance and Billy's even
better than me. He dances very much like my dance  teacher, Willie. I could
never do it as good as Willie and I don't think I can  dance as good as
Billy either. Some guys dance so easily like it comes naturally  to them, while
others look like they're dancing by the numbers... one step here,  then
back, and now step with the other foot. It's dancing I guess, but it's not
cool. I'm somewhere in the middle of those two extremes, but closer to Willie
and Billy than I am to the dance by the numbers guys. Chubby doesn't even
dance  by the numbers, he just jerks around having fun. Maybe he's secretly
mocking all  of us who think we can dance. You never know with Chubby. Gee, I
miss him. I  always see him at least once every day, but not today and it
doesn't feel right  not seeing him.

Billy's in a grove and we dance to fast tunes for twenty minutes, and now
the last five minutes we're dancing to a slow tune. I hug Billy, the side of
my  sweaty face against the side of his and at the moment I'm feeling
grateful he's  here. If he wasn't here what the hell would I be doing by myself
while John's  off bull shitting with his old friends. A good number of the
guys dancing have  taken their shirts off and their torsos run from bear like
furry to smooth and  hairless, and I finally see a young guy dancing among
mostly guys in their late  thirties and forties. This young kid has little
dark glasses like Ryan's and  he's dancing with one of the older guy. The
kid's kinda cute and he appears to  be about Billy's age. He's slim and looks
small in the big barrel chested older  guy's arms. The cute kid's furry
partner is a good eight or nine inches taller  then him. The boy's wearing a dog
collar too, but not a wide one like John makes  us wear. The pair turn with
the music and I see there's a leash attached to the  dog collar, and it's in
the fist of the older guy. Hmmm, I'm not going to do  that thing with a
lease on my dog collar tomorrow. Fuck the leash. Billy and I  have our arms
around each other as we move to the music and I feel good in his arms, then he
smacks my ass, saying, "Keep your eyes on me, not him." How he  knew I was
looking at the cute kid I can't imagine since we're facing is  opposite
directions. I lose sight of the kid, who I'd really like to talk to  about what
it's like to be a real life sub. That'd be interesting, fer sure.  Billy's had
enough dancing and he leads me around by my hand looking for John  again.
We finally find him and Cody up against one of the big columns that hold  up
the ceiling. Cody's looking at John like he's a god or something. I guess
John did a little of whatever it was he did to me in Wildwood that got me
star  stuck on him, and eventually led me here only to be disappointed in
him.&


We say 'hi' to them with John looking like he's surprised to see us. Then
he want's to know what we've been up to. Billy does the talking of course,
and  he's honest about what we've been up to, minus our talk of Billy taking
over for  John where I'm concerned. He tells John about our make-out, and
John asks him,  "Have you fucked, Dylan yet, Billy?" Billy says he hasn't and
John says, "Well,  see to it  then because Cody and me already got it on and
I'm gonna be  doing him again in a little while. I'll treat you boys to
some fucking tomorrow  morning before we head out to Greenwich." Billy asks for
drinks and John sends  Cody with two twenty dollar bills to get four more
drinks. While Cody's doing  that, John makes out with Billy, eventually
raising a boner on him... on Billy,  not John. He comes up for air, taking a
break from making out to tell me, with  his arm around Billy, "I gotta give my
number one sub some loving, ya know. When  you learn how to be a proper
submissive boy to me you'll get some loving too." I  say, "Yes, John," but what
the fuck is he talking about. He made out with me in  the cab and fucked me
in the shower. Doesn't that count as 'some loving'? Cody's  back with the
drinks, along with the two guys they hooked up with when we first  came in
here. John says to Billy, "Take your boy somewhere and fuck him," he  nods to
his friends from prep school, and adds, "Us four have some good old  times to
lie about." Translation... Billy and I need to get lost, and John  doesn't
much care what we do as long as we don't bother him and his buds. Fine  with
me because, aside from John, the other three guys do absolutely nothing for
me. I don't know why John would rather hang out with those three than his
cute  boys, but I'm glad he does. Billy says, "Take my drink over to our
table, I'll  see you in a few minutes." Well, the so-called 'our table' is on
the other side  of the fucking room, but I take a deep breath and begin making
my way through  the crowd holding a full drink in each hand. After getting
goosed a few times,  and kissed once on the lips by some fat guy, I make it
over to 'our table' only  to find it's occupied. I lean up against the wall
taking sips out of first my  glass, and then Billy's.


No choice but to stand here with my drink in one hand and Billy's in the
other. To pass the time I'm looking for the cute kid with the dog collar and
leash, but I don't see him in the crowd. It's become very crowded over the
last  hour or so and very loud. Plus I'm now smelling the distinct odor of
pot.  Someone's smoking a joint nearby. I never really cared for the smell of
that,  but I could sure go for a cigarette right about now. This scene is
all seeming  more and more surreal to me by the minute. I'm in New York city
wearing loose  fitting silly bib overalls with a wide dog collar around my
neck. That thought  reminds me it's there, gagging me every now and then. I
almost forgot I've got a  dog collar on. I'm standing here more or less at
the mercy of strangers because  lets face it, I hardly know Billy or John, and
I don't know another living soul  in New York City. On top of that, and
everything else, I'm getting a little  drunk and feeling dizzy too. I'm also
becoming more than a little enamored of  Billy, the baby faced younger kid
with a blond ponytail and girlie bangs, who's  bossing me around. I don't care
for girlie boys, but Billy's not girlie at all,  just his bangs.  I'm kinda
feeling a little lost at the moment and I wish  he'd return from wherever it
is he went. He's my security blanket. With each  passing minute I'm getting
more uneasy and then here comes Billy and I'm so  shockingly glad to see
him it's stupid, but I am. I give him a huge smile, but  he doesn't smile
back. Instead he looks into my eyes with a serious expression  on his face, then
he grips my chin tightly with his thumb digging into the side  of my jaw
pressing my cheek against my teeth. He asks, "Did you miss me, boy?"  and I
feel myself slipping into another trance, a calm place where it's dreamy  and
safe and where my cock will buzz and feel good. Somehow I say, "Yes, sir."
He lets go of my chin and now smiles his cute smile at me. I feel so much
better  now that he's here. I want to hug him and tell not to leave me alone
with all  these gay drunks, but I'm tongue tied.

It's so loud now with the music blaring and the yelling and laughter
competing with the music. Billy takes his drink from my hand and swallows a big
gulp of it. He stares at me again, then kisses me on the lips, and tells me,
"I  tried scooping out the place where I'm going fuck you a new asshole. I
wanted a  place with a little privacy and found a half a dozen good spots,
but they're all  being occupied at the moment. Man, there's a lot of cock
sucking and fucking  going on in here, but you wouldn't know it from just
looking around casually."  He stops talking and again stares at me as I stare
back at him, then he nods his  head, and leans into me closely. His lips are
against my ear and the side of his  cute face is against my cheek. In a
whispery voice, he says, "You're my boy,  aren't you, Dylan?" Taking a deep breath
I say in a robotic manner, "Yes, sir,"  and he says, "Yes, sir, what?" I
go, "Yes, sir, I'm your boy."  He cups my  crotch squeezing my cock and balls
together, saying, "Tell me again and believe  it this time." I know
somewhere in my mind that he's just imitating what John's  done and said to him in
the past, but right now I don't care because I like  feeling this awesome
trance-like state of mind and it's the reason I came to New  York in the first
place. I expected it would be John who put me in this weird  state of mind,
but Billy's a better choice as it turns out. I like him, where  with John I
don't have any particular feelings about him one way or another. He  hasn't
been around much anyway. Looking into Billy's eyes I say, "I'm your boy."
He nods his head ahead, gives my cock and balls another squeeze, then lets go
 and kisses my lips tenderly. His tongue goes in my mouth, but I don't kiss
back  because I want to concentrate fully on the taste and feel of his
candy lips and  taffy tongue. After the sweet kiss Billy smiles at me and I feel
so good about  that. I love looking at him and I love the way he
concentrates only on me, which  is a trait I've noticed in all dominant types. They
make you feel special one  minute and put you in your place the next. Keeps
you off balance, but it makes  you yearn for when he'll make you feel special
again, so you try to please. At  least that's the way it is with me.


He takes a sip from my glass, then says, "We'll have to grab a stall in
the lavatory. That's where I'll fuck you hard with my fat Prince Albert cock.
There's sure to be guys fucking in stalls on either side of us, but it's
the best I can do." I nod my head because the fact is I'm still horned-up
from  earlier, so anything would sound fine to me, and I eagerly say, "Yes,
sir," as  I'm nodding. Then I stupidly ask, "Can I ask you a question?" He's
like, "What's  it about?" I hesitate wondering if this will piss him off, then
I go, "It's  about the way I address you," and he's like, "What about it?"
I ask, "Can I call  you, Billy? I really like that name." He says, "No, you
can't, not until you've  learned something, and don't ask me what that is
you need to learn. I'll tell  you when it's time." I say, "Yes, sir," feeling
my balls tighten-up because that  was a perfect sub/dom exchange. My cock
feels like it just did a flip in my bib  overalls. There's plenty of room for
flips in these things. All I can think of  is the way it feels having his
Prince Albert cock up my ass. It was up my ass  when we went to the lavatory
during dinner, so it's a recent memory. His lips  are on mine again and his
perfect pink tongue is sliding on my pint tongue. I've  definitely got the
hot's for Billy tonight, and that's fer sure.


We drink our drinks standing up with Billy facing me and leaning against
me, our faces very close together with our noses almost touching. My back's
against the wall in a corner near an unused piano. Every now and then Billy
or I  will grimace when our nip piercing is leaned on by the other. Billy
gets us  drinking from each others glass, feeding the beverage to one another.
In between  swallows he's telling me about his mom's home in Salem. His
moist breath on my  face, his mouth so close to mine, his lips brush against my
lips occasionally as  he talks, and it's all become extremely hypnotic to
me. It's like we're alone in  this large open room... even with the loud
mayhem going on around us, in my  frame of mind all I hear, smell, and feel is
Billy. He's got that dominant knack  of saying everything with ridiculous
amounts of confidence, so whatever he says  I tend to believe is the truth.
It's all stupidly turning me on. His mom's Salem  house is a ranch house she
got when she divorced his father ten years ago. His  mom works crazy hours on
weekends. She's a nurse and dotes on Billy when he's  home. He claims we'll
pretty much have the house to ourselves on weekends.  Billy's totally
convincing about everything he says and he assumes everything he  says is how it
will be. He tells me I'll spend weekends with him in Salem and  it's during
these weekends I'll realize I need to spend next summer with him in  New York
where he works. We finish the drinks and put the empty glasses on the
piano next to us. Billy says, "Puts your arms around me, Dylan," so I do. He
kisses my lips and then lightly bites my upper lip with his top teeth. His
top lip is covering my nostrils. I don't move a muscle, I'm frozen in place
with  his nose next to mine, the sides of our noses touching. I tighten my hug
pulling  him against me as he drags his teeth off my upper lip pulling it
away from my  teeth. His scent is in my head and helps deepen my foggy trance
with my eyes  half closed now. I'm not sure exactly what triggered my
trance like state of  mind, but I want to stay in it, or hopefully sink further
into it.


In his low whispery voice that I can barely hear even though our faces  are
so close they touch now and then, he's saying it'll be him who will be
driving back and forth to New York, not me. I'm liking that and I'm liking the
whole idea the more I think about the possibilities in it. I'm also
officially a  little tipsy from the vodka. Probably Billy is too. I haven't heard
much of what  he's said for the last little bit of time because for some
reason I'm  concentrating on watching his lips move. He has sexy lips that feel
good on mine  and I want to feel them again so I kiss him. What the hell,
I'm fixated now on  dreamy Billy fucking me hard and telling me what to do. Of
course he's just  copying the way John is with him, but so what, it's given
me this dreamy state  of mind and I'm with dreamy Billy. That's how I'm
thinking of him now... dreamy  Billy. He stops talking and does a number of
licks up the front of my nose. I  hold my head very steady for him. He's laying
against me hurting both our nip  piercing's, but neither of us seems to
mind because a little pain sharpens the  moment. Billy lays against me running
his fingers through my hair as I hug him  and are lips come together again
for a deep sexually arousing kiss with lots of  tongue actions and moans of
desire from both of us. We're both being held  upright by the wall at my
back. Both our cocks are hard being pushed upward  between our bellies. I don't
know how much of what we're doing is a result of  our alcohol consumption,
or how much is caused by Billy's ability to act  confidently dominant. If
it's an act on Billy's part, it's a damn good one. He's  so fucking cute to me
now I can't keep my hands off him rubbing his back and  pulling his
ponytail, then squeezing him against me with my hug. I want to feel  more of him so
I drop my hand and work it up the short, loose leg of his bib  overalls and
wiggle by hand between our bodies to hold his hard cock in my fist.  Precum
drools over my fingers as a moan comes from Billy's throat. He grins at  me
with those awesome dimples, then his lips to my ear again, and he whispers,
"You're in love with my cock, aren't you?" I say, "Yes, sir," and kiss his
cheek  for a long wet kiss, loving how his body and cock feel, and loving
his scent and  feeling so good being with him.

He takes a deep breath, then says, "You're so sexy, Dylan, and I feel  like
you've already accepted that your my boy, haven't you?" I grunt, "Yes,
sir." I can only grunt it out because I'm so hot for him I can't catch my
breath. He goes, "Tell me again," and I look into his eyes feeling small, and
dependent on Billy. With sincere feeling, I say, "I'm already your boy, sir."
He  says, "Tell me again," and I do. He makes me tell him I'm his boy a
dozen times  and the fact is, as of now, I believe it and it makes me happy and
contented.  It's why I came to New York, and it'll be just this weekend and
on our dates.  It's exciting, but it's a weird kind of excitement because
I'm also deep in my  trance. As I'm repeating the words, 'I'm your boy, sir,'
the words seem to come  from far away and they echo back at me like we're
in a canyon. Billy seems so  much bigger and older and more capable than me
as I clutch myself to him, not  wanting him to leave me alone again. I'm not
sure where we are or where we're  going when he says, "Follow me," and he
leads me by the hand through the crowd.  On the way to wherever, he says, "Not
a word of this to John! Do you hear me?" I  say, "Yes sir." I felt my mouth
move, but I'm not sure words came out. He nods  his head though, so I guess
they did. We pass the cute boy on the leash and I  reach out and touch him.
He turns and bares his teeth at me snarling so I get  close to Billy for
protection. I think he snarled at me, or was it a smile? I'm  not sure as I
realize we're now in a hallway with someone fucking an older man  up against
the wall. How strange. I stare at them stupidly and the guy doing the
fucking snaps at Billy, "Your boy's gawking at us!" Billy turns around and snack
my ass, saying, "Your eyes need to be on me," and I go, "What?"


He pulls me into a smelly lavatory. Smells of latex prophylactics, asses,
and sex drift around the room. One stall door hangs open. From the other
stalls  a chorus of male fucking, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds and moans of
sexual  pleasure float in the air seemingly from everywhere and twirl
around in my head.  Billy's aroused, pulling me into the stall and locking the
door. He rips my  pants down in back and one of the snaps breaks off my bib
overalls and skids  across the floor. Billy roughly pushes me forward and my
hands land on the wall  above the toilet where I see smudges from other guy's
hands. Billy pushes the  head of his Prince Albert cock past my sphincter
muscle and slaps the side of my  ass, then leans over to quietly ask in my
ear, "Who's boy are you?" I say, "I'm  your boy, sir," and he asks, "Who's?"
My mantra is said without even thinking  about it, "I'm your boy, sir." He
pushes his cock two inches up my ass and stops  where, coincidently, the PA is
against my prostate and I shiver with the  pleasure and moan
embarrassingly, "Oooooh, mmmmm, oooh," and he smacks the side  of my ass again and without
him asking me, I feel I need to say, "I'm your boy,  sir." Looking down I
see maybe eight condoms floating in murky water. His cock  goes in further
with the PA and that other doodad pierced into the head of his  doing their
magic, or is it in my mind only. Who cares, it'd feels awesome,  that's all I
know. Wow, Billy's cock is really swollen now and it was fat to  start with.
Another grunt and thrust from Billy and his ass is flat against  my butt
cheeks. One last tight hump and his cock is totally up my ass with his  groin
compressing my bubble butt buttocks. Only now do I realize just now how
much it hurt going up my ass so quickly, yet the pleasure masked the  pain.

Billy leans against my back and puts his arms around my stomach hugging  me
tightly. Staying like that, he moves only his hips back, withdrawing his
cock  as sensations in my ass get my shoulders shuddering like they always do.
I'm  biting my bottom lip trying not to moan, but my rectum's alive with
wonderful  sensations  buzzing and vibrating. My cock is so hard up against my
 belly I can't believe it can tighten up further. Precum drools down the
shaft  and wets around my belly where my cock head rests. A tiny pool of
precum has  fills my 'inny' belly button. Billy does six thrusts up my ass with
shivers  flying about my ass and groin... my cock tightens up more and begins
moving away  from my stomach and it takes all my limited willpower not to
stroke that super  sensitized boner. Billy gets his arm around the front of
my dog collar pulling  my head back roughly. I'm gagging as his sweaty face
rests against the side of  mine so our cheeks slide against one another, and
even though I'm gagging I  still grunt out, "I'm your boy, sir," the best
way I can. He kisses the side of  my face loosening his grip around my collar,
asking, "Do you believe that?" I'm  totally honest when I say, "Oh, yes
sir," and he says, "Yeah, I believe you. You  can call me,  Billy," and I take
a hand from the wall and reach back to hug  his face against mine saying,
"Thank you, I really like your name, and you."  Billy pulls his cock out of my
ass as I go, "Nah, no, please," but it's out. He  says, "Turn around and
sit on the toilet and show me your my boy."


I do that, hoping I don't catch anything from the toilet seat. It's one  of
those black toilet seats with a open space in front for pissing. My anus
feels funny hanging wide open above the water and used condoms. It's Billy
who  turns around now, sticking his ass in my face. I spread his butt cheeks
and lick  up his very damp, but clean ass crack, then suck on the lips of his
asshole  going deeper and deeper into a wonderful submissive state of
mind.The noises and  smells around me fade and Billy's asshole and ass crack are
all I smell, and my  wet mouth sounds as I slobber, lick, and suck on his
asshole is all I hear. My  nose is plastered against his ass but I need to
breath after a bit, so I move my  nose away a little and inhale air and the
scent of his ass. It smells like an  ass, but not in a shit-smell or fart kind
of way. His cheeks are damp with  perspiration and his ass crack, between
his plump, firm butt cheeks is even  sweatier now as my nose slides slightly
up and down with my head movements as I  try devouring his asshole. When it's
limp my tongue can slide back and forth in  his rectum easily with his
sphincter muscle tightening and loosening on my  tongue, tightening and
loosening again and again. A long low moan comes from  Billy as he straightens up
pulling his asshole off my tongue. All around my  mouth saliva drools down my
chin. I'm in a daze of submissiveness and yet  sexually aroused beyond
anything I can remember. I have no idea where I am, but  I know I'm with Billy,
although I'm not sure who he is. I know I'm his boy, that  I know for sure.
I'm seemingly drifting in the air now with my eyes mostly  closed until Billy
rubs the head of his cock across my lips. My eyes snap open  and I take his
boner into my mouth hungrily, sucking and licking off the ass  taste and
then I lick his Prince Albert and all around it. A small trickle of  urine and
then a spurt of it pours in my mouth as Billy groans and tries for a  full
piss stream, but his cock is too boned-up this time. Some piss drools out
the side of my mouth mixing with my saliva that's there as I float up off the
 toilet seat and he floats off the floor. My tongue is going wild licking
his  cock as my lips suck the hard shaft of his boner and a long drool of
precum  comes out along with a louder moan from Billy this time. He pulls his
cock from  my mouth and I lick his balls until he gets a hand under each of
my armpits and  helps me stand, then turn me around with my hands on the wall
 again.


I'm waiting for his cock to go up my ass, then I look back and see  Billy's
taking deep breaths. He holds up his index finger, like, 'Give me a  second
here'. One last deep breath and he takes his fat hard boner and guides it
to my asshole again. This time it goes all the way in and Billy fucks me
fast  and hard, him grunting with reach thrust. Each time his shaved groin
slaps  against my ass I'm knocked forward. Now all that's in my world is my
rectum, his  cock, my cock, and the rapid, "SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP," sounds of
Billy  fucking me. I'm soon whimpering with intense sexual pleasure that's
thrillingly  sexual. My rectum's ringing with pleasure sensations and the PA
is keeping my  prostate in a constant state of stimulation. It's all sexily
driving me wild. My  whole body shakes as I let out a high pitched squeal
seeing black dots in front  of my eyes dancing in the air as cum gushes from
my vibrating cock and splashing  off the wall I'm leaning on, then five
quick smaller strings of cum and I squeal  again, my shoulders shuddering and
there's  little zinging electrical  shocks around the head of my cock. Billy
does his version of a squeal, perhaps  unconsciously imitating mine, as I
feel a lot of creaming semen pouring into my  bowels. It's soon coming out as
Billy crazily fucks me, splashing his cum drools  around my butt cheeks as
his body collides with my ass and back. He's rocking me  with his body slams.
His erratic thrusting causes his cock to pull completely  out of my ass and
he shoots some cum on my back. Getting his cock back in me we  both go,
"Aaaaah," and he fucks me for another minute before exhaustion  overtakes him
and he lays limply on me.


We're both sweaty. I'm still savoring the fleeting sensations of my
orgasm, but slowly I return to normal and my head clears. I look at the wall  with
my cum dripping down from a big splat mark and all of a sudden I want to
get out of this dirty lavatory stall, but Billy's cock is still up my ass. He
 lifts himself off me and pulls his cock out, mumbling with a slur in his
voice,  "My dick's head is a little too sensitive at the moment for anymore
fucking." I  try thinking how long we've been in this toilet stall. It seems
like a long  time, then as my head clears further I realize my trance is
fading away. Fuck! I  remember me rimming Billy's ass and sucking his cock, and
his awesome fuck of my  ass too, and I feel good. I had my submissive
trance thanks to Billy, and now a  phrase slithers through my head, 'I'm you boy,
sir,' and I feel embarrassed that  I said that to him so often. Damn!
That's weird. What the fuck though, what's  the harm? Let Billy think whatever he
wants, it's what I think that I've gotta  be concerned about. I turn around
as cum runs down the inside of my leg making  me chuckle, and I remember
I'm drunk too.  My head might have cleared of  the trance, but I'm still
drunk. Billy chuckles too, saying, "Let me try to get  some of my cum off your
legs with this toilet paper." Someone bangs on the door  yelling in a drunken
slurring way, "Hey, give someone else a chance, will ya?"  Billy and I
chuckle as he does a little clean up of my legs, then gives up and  wipes his
dick. He snaps the strap to the back of my shorts, muttering, "You  lost a
snap." When we're put back together as good as we can do it, Billy  unlocks the
door and pushes it open just as we hear another stall's door click  locked.
There's nobody out here so we go to the sink and wash our hands and  Billy
uses wet paper towels to get the rest of the cum off the back of my legs,
but I can feel it inside my ass and around my asshole. Fuck it. My shorts
droop  even further down my left butt cheek then before. That's the side the
snap broke  off, which means the strap's useless. The strap hangs in front of
me, but drags  behind me as we leave the lavatory.


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



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