Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2014 09:54:10 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter  91

DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION  TWO


Chapter  91


by  Donny Mumford



Still naked,  Willie and I walk towards the hammock that's swinging in the
warm breeze on  the far side of the pool. Willie's arm is around my neck so
my arm is around  his waist. Part of Willie's dominant kookiness is his
insistence we walk  together in specific ways. According to him, when he has his
arm around my  neck I need to put my arm around his waist. He's just
informed me of this a  minute ago and he did it in a nice although stern manner.
It's like, he hasn't  been nearly the confident and dominant Willie of old,
so I'm going to embrace  situations where he does show a little dominance.
I'm fully aware walking the  way Willie wants is goofy, but it helps establish
that he's in charge. He also  told me when we're on a date together he's
going to try being dominant in a  stern way, but without being mean or
demeaning, which is a very new approach  for him and so far it's been only so-so.
In days gone by Willie's dominant way  of taking charge got my
submissive-minded dick at attention. I'm still  hoping it works for me, but it'll be to a
lesser degree. Being submissive to  Willie is a sexually stimulating game
I've been playing for a couple of years  now. I'm not at all sure Willie has
ever seen it as a game though. To me  playing the submissive role is often
fun and sexy although I'd guess about two  days of it in a row would be the
extent of the time I'd want to do it.  Actually, it's been really nice being
with Willie again, especially now that  he's mellowed his approach and cut
out the bull shit about me being his 'boy',  which was never going to happen
in the first place. He's changed and I'm glad  to see it because his old
approach was boiling over the top at the end of our  previous relationship,
which is the main reason I lost interest in him. It  remains to be seen how much
of the sub/dom stuff he has  left.


After Key West  Willie apparently did some soul searching and didn't
particularly like what he  discovered about himself. Because of that he decided to
change, punishing  himself in the process. It's nothing new for Willie to
overdo things, like  punishing himself by becoming his neighbor's sex toy. It
was dumb to punish  himself the way he did, but lets face it, Willie's been
the king of bad  choices as long as I've known him. However, if his
behavior tonight is any  indication of the new and improved version of Willie, I'd
say he's headed in  the right direction and the only question remaining is
will he go too far with  this too and end up back in his submissive frame of
mind again. His improved  behavior is not just for me, but more importantly
for himself. Admitting  you've been an asshole, and then doing something
constructive about it isn't  something everyone's willing to do, so I admire
Willie for attempting to do  that. The challenge for him is not falling back
on old bad habits. For our  relationship to be especially interesting to me
he needs to be the dominant  one, but with a touch of common sense included.
Not that we'll have time for  much of a relationship anyway. On Sunday he's
going to Cornell University in  New York and we'll rarely see each other. On
the rare occasions we're both in  the area however, I'd enjoy a sub/dom
date with him, assuming he's up to the  task. If he can be nice as well as
dominant in the manner Ryan used to be, and  really care about me as a friend
and sex buddy, then it could be an awesome  sub/dom scenario. But like I said,
so far on this date Willie has only been  mildly dominant at best, so
there's definitely some heat previously present  that's now missing. Few things
are perfect though so I'm thinking I prefer  this date with him over most of
our previous one the past twelve to eighteen  months. I haven't gotten into
any significant submissive trances, but as I've  said, many of the negative
aspects of past dates is also missing.


We get on the  hammock with my ass still buzzing from that swimming pool
fuck. The silicone  is squishy in my ass mixing with Willie cum. It makes me
shudder thinking  about how good my orgasm felt. Willie's saying, "I want you
to keep your arms  at your sides, Dylan, and roll over facing me." When I
do that he wraps me up  in his arms and legs quite tightly, securing my arms
to my side, one of his  legs under and the other over my legs. "Pull your
knees up some, baby, the way  I showed you in Key west." I do that and his
four limbs tie-up my body. He  tightens his hold and I feel claustrophobia
creeping into my mind so I  struggle a little, but Willie takes a hand away and
he gives my ass a hard  slap. The "Slap" sound rings in my ears. That was
cool. Then he holds firm,  murmuring, "Calm, be calm and trust me or you'll
get another smack on your  ass. You couldn't get out of my grip no matter what
you tried anyway, so  accept I'm in control of you." I struggle again
because now a little feeling  of panic slips into my brain and I get another hard
"Smack!" on my ass.  Willie's like, "Easy, you're fine." Forcing myself to
relax, slowly, limb by  limb, my whole body becomes limp allowing Willie to
tighten his hold a tiny  bit more. He says, "That's better." I breath
evenly, my face against Willie's  bare shoulder, the side of his chin resting on
the side of my forehead. His  cock and balls are pretty much next to mine,
sort of side by side and tight  between us. He quietly says, "There, you're
fine. You got used to this before  so this is nothing new. It's a controlling
exercise to remind you who's in  charge here." He licks my hickey a little
bit, then says, "Are you alright?"  I'm feeling pleasantly submissive at the
moment. It's almost like Willie and  me are one body with two heads. Not
wanting to put my trance in jeopardy by  talking, I nod my head against the
side of his chin, and he says, "Good, and  no pouting. This is just like old
times now."


He talks  quietly, "You know, I've never had even one nice dominant sex
partner, never  once. They were heartless and mean to me, but I realize it's
stupid to be that  way with you if I ever hope to get you to love me. I'm
aware you don't think  you'll ever love me, but I'm gonna try to change your
mind about that, and  being mean to you isn't likely going to help me
accomplish that. A few smacks  on your bare ass is hardly being mean. You know as
well as I do that I've got  to get your attention at times and a harmless smack
on the ass does that." His  harmless slaps on my ass sting like a bumble
bee sting, but at the same time  it makes me feel submissive so it's all good.
Willie adds, "And I know you  thrive on me being dominant to you so I don't
want to let you down in that  area either, but it will require me walking a
 tightrope between tough  and nice. I need to be in control, yet be sweet
at the same time. That's quite  a neat trick and I don't know if it can be
done. Has anyone pulled that off  with you." Again I nod my head against the
side of his jaw because Ryan  managed that for the most part. Willie asks,
"It wasn't Rob, right?" I shake  my heads, 'no' and he says, "Well, it doesn't
matter who did it, it's just  good to know it can be accomplished." It's
still warm tonight so naturally our  naked bodies plastered together like this
result in a lot of sweat between us.  Being bound up by Willie's body is a
weird feeling, something like being  hogtied or paralyzed. He sucks on my
hickey getting it stinging again.  Willie's got this 'thing' in his head about
boyfriends and hickeys, but I'm  enjoying that he's exercising some
dominant behavior during our date tonight.  He says, "In order for me to get you
into a deep submissive state of mind I  need more time than we have on just
one date. Remember Key West? You got  really into it for a while and I thought
I was doing good, but then I noticed  irritation growing in you by the end
of the second day. It never came to a  head because I got food poisoning and
couldn't be in charge after that, but  the irritation you were feeling is
what I'm trying to avoid this time around.  My quest is to get you to love
me, and maybe it's a lot like don Quixote's  impossible dream, but just the
same it'll be fun trying and certainly more fun  than my self loathing or the
mistreatment heaped on me by my sadistic  neighbor. You being my boyfriend
again is a totally, totally unexpected  brilliant turn of events for me, and
that is seriously understating the case.  I thought there was zero chance
you'd ever be my boyfriend again and yet here  we are, so yeah, unexpected is
an understatement." I'm in a pleasant haze not  thinking about anything in
particular and while I hear his words they have  little impact except perhaps
subconsciously.


Willie gets  the hammock swinging gently again and I'm now totally
comfortable with Willie  being in complete control. My only responsibility is
basically to keep  breathing, which my body does without my conscious help. It's
awesome not  having a care in the world. Plus, I enjoy the feel of Willie's
body and his  scent. We've fucked twice tonight already, including in the
swimming pool  fifteen minutes ago, so I feel sexually satisfied and quite
happy to be here  with my original boyfriend. I think Willie was my first
boyfriend, and Robby  my second, but it's almost like what came first the chicken
or the egg. In any  case I thought I loved them both, but it turned out I
only loved one. Live and  learn... that's one of my mottos. Willie goes,
"Dylan, what do you consider  the most submissive thing you can do sexually?"
Damn, I guess I'll need to  speak. I can lift my head maybe two inches off his
shoulder, so I do that  quietly muttering, "I think it's rimming." He says,
"Would you like it if I  allowed you to rim me right now?" My dick tightens
as I mumble, "Yes, I'd like  to rim you now." He says, "Well, I hope you
won't mind too much that I'm not  going to let you do that now, I was just
curious what it would be." I wouldn't  mind doing it right now, but insisting on
it would be out of character for my  role as the submissive member of our
twosome. By Willie refusing to let me rim  his ass it makes me want to do it
more. Weird how that works. The gentle  swinging of the hammock gets
hypnotic and helps reestablish my dreamy trance.  Finally Willie loosens his hold
on me, quietly saying, "Stay in position as if  I'm still holding you," so I
do that and he begins rubbing the palms of his  hands over my body,
mumbling, "I've always sort of worshipped your body. It's  sexily awesome especially
you smacked ass and boy pussy." It's strange staying  in this tight
position without him holding me in it, but I wouldn't think of  stretching. I'm
breathing softly as he massages my body and it feels great.  Willie murmurs,
"Damn, you have the hottest body, Dylan, I'm getting turned on  just feeling
it all over as you lay there submissively for me. Damn, you turn  me on."
After massaging my body a few minutes, he swats my ass again, "SMACK!"  and
takes my hand, saying, "Come on, get up, we're going to take a bath  together."


Walking hand  in hand by the pool he gets another idea. "We'll jump in the
pool again before  our bath," so we jump in together. Skinny dipping is
definitely the way to go.  It feels good being naked in a swimming pool. We swim
two laps with Willie  floating a bit waiting for me to catch up during each
lap. In the five foot  section of the pool Willie swims under water and
comes up right in front of me  with my nuts in his fist. "You'll never guess
what I've got in my fist under  water," he says to me. I put my hands behind
his neck holding onto him  grinning at him. I'm up on my toes a little as he
asks, "What do you think  about me squeezing what I have in my fist?" I say,
"I know a kid who used to  get his nuts crunched all the time and he
claimed to like it." Willie goes,  "Would that kid be you by any chance?" and I'm
like, "Most definitely not. His  name is Ryan and he goes to Merrimack with
me." Willie squeezes a little  making me yelp out. "Maybe I can get you to
enjoy getting your nuts crunched.  Whaddaya think, Dylan?" I go, "Please
don't. I get sick to my stomach when my  balls get treated unkindly." Still
holding my balls in his fist he leans in  for a kiss and I get my arms around
his neck and put my tongue in his mouth.  Our faces move against each other as
Willie lips suck on mine. Dragging my  tongue across his face, I say in his
ear, "It's fun being with you again,  Willie. I think you're awesomely sexy
and I've missed you." He lets go of my  nuts and hugs around my waist, our
faces and bellies touching. With his lips  on mine and our noses side my
side, he asks, "What exactly is sexy about me,  baby?" I suck on his lips
feeling extremely attracted to him. One of his hands  cups the back of my head as
we kiss and rub tongues and my cock firm up. Then  with the side of our
faces together I say in his ear, "Everything about you is  sexy. You're cute
and your body is taut and athletic and you smell so good it  gives me a hard
dick." "Have you really missed me, Dylan?" I say, "Yes, but  I'm just
realizing how much. It's crazy but all the times we've been together  seems to be
crowded my mind at the same time now that we're together again  like this."
He says, "You're so nice to overlook the way I was in Wildwood  when you saw
me. Your kindness to me made me realize how much I love you all  over
again." I hold his face between my hands and kiss his lips, "We don't  need to
rehash that unfortunate incident. I'm just glad you pulled yourself up  and got
your act back together." He goes, "With a huge assist from  you."


I'm surprising  myself falling all over Willie like this, but something
just clicked and I've  got the hot's for him. Maybe it's as simply as me having
no sex basically for  a week and then Willie relieving me of my horniness
twice tonight, and doing  it very well too. Maybe it's the way he loves me
even though I don't love him,  not romantically anyway. Or maybe it's because
he's changed his personality  and become more mainstream. He's nicer and
more considerate, but he retains  just enough confident dominance to interest
me. Maybe it's all those things  plus other things I'm not thinking of at the
moment. He hasn't been especially  dominant tonight for the most part if
I'm honest about it. It's probably me  remembering when he was that way and
how dreamy it felt being submissive to  him. There were a couple of days in
Key West that equaled or topped the best  submissive trances Ryan put me in
during our days of sexual heat together. I  haven't experienced that since
those days with Ryan and before than it was  Willie in Key West. I rub my nose
against his, saying, "This is the way  Eskimos kiss." Willie mumbles,
"You're acting the way you used to all the time  with me, Dylan, in our best days
together anyway. You couldn't get enough of  me and I think that eventually
led to me taking things too far trying to  dominant you. That's what I was
alluding to earlier. Now I appreciate your  attention for the right reasons
and I no longer want to take advantage of your  submissive nature and love of
sex. I want to savor it and encourage it, but  sometimes I still need to
remind you that you're submissive to me, or I'm  afraid you'll lose interest
in me again." I playfully squeeze his nose,  saying, "Yes, you must be
dominant because that's when you're the sexiest."  I wrap my arms around his neck
again and then wrap my legs around his  waist, saying in his ear, "Fuck me
again, Willie. Fuck me hard and be dominant  about it." He goes, "How about I
give you a hard spanking for being a naughty  boy and then fuck your
spanked pussy until you're walking bowlegged like I did  in Wildwood. I'll leave
my cock up your ass at bedtime too so you'll sleep  thinking about me fucking
you." I kiss the side of his head, muttering,  "You're giving me a hard on
talking sexy like that." He rubs both hands on my  back, saying, "Mmmm, you
feel so awesome, I love you, but even for you I can't  get a boner up after
I just fucked you right here in this pool a half hour  ago."


We kiss some  more as Willie talks and I cling to him with my arms around
his neck and my  legs around his waist. Our faces are side by side again with
me sticking my  tongue in his ear. Taking one of my arms from around his
neck I ruffle through  his wet hair and then up the back of his head. I'm
dizzy with desire for him  totally shocked by this turn of events. I say in his
ear, "Willie, promise me  you won't get a haircut from anyone but me. I want
to shampoo your hair and  massage your shoulders and scalp making you feel
good. Then I'll slowly cut  your hair the way you want and then suck your
awesome long cock and kiss and  rim your ass, and you'll fuck me hard. Okay?"
He says, "I love you like this,  Dylan, love, love, love it! I promise and
we'll do it just like you said. Hey,  how can I get my hair to grow faster?"
I chuckle, and rub my fingers through  his hair again, then kiss his lips.
As I drop my legs to the bottom of the  pool we get into a hot make out with
our bodies squirming together and my  hands rubbing up and down his back and
squeezes his firm ass. We both have  fairly nice boners when we
breathlessly stop and just hug together, my  forehead on Willie's shoulder. He squeezes
the back of my neck, murmuring,  "You're so special I feel honored to be
with you. Out of all the guys in the  world you're with me." It's so nice
being loved like this. Lifting my head off  his shoulder he takes my hand, "Come
on, baby, we're getting wrinkled being in  the water this long."  I walk
close to Willie so he looks at me and  smiles as he drops my hand and puts his
arm around my waist. I put my arm  around him and pull his side into mine
and we go up the steps in the  pool's three foot section and out of the pool.

Out of the pool we dry off with the towels we used earlier, then pull  on
just our shorts and carry our shirts and sneakers to the house. We go
through a patio door into the house and find it's cool and quiet inside. "My
mother and father are in their bedrooms by now," Willie whispers. "Lets get
something to drink." In the huge kitchen, which most restaurants would love to
have, we get sodas from the refrigerator. I get an orange soda which I
haven't  had since I was a little kid. Willie gets a ginger ale and we sit at
the  chef's table drinking our sodas with Willie smiling, as happy as I've
seen him  in a long time. He seems relaxed and comfortable with himself,
probably for  the first time since I've known him. He's looking so cute to me and
his chest  is sexy even without chest hair. He goes, "This sexy  sub/dom
game of ours isn't something most people would do consciously, but
unconsciously you can see sub/dom behavior in people all over the place." I  say, "Yep,
I agree, and almost everything people do together involves some  degree of
sexuality too, and that's true even if they  don't realize it." He goes,
"You and me, on the other hand, do it purposely  because we recognize the
sexuality involved. The reason I need to insist on  seemingly innocuous things,
like you putting your arm around my waist, is to  remind you you're
submissive to me. I've finally realized  that trying to be dominant with you about
serious matters is stupid. It only  works with relatively unimportant things,
but these little things allow you to  be submissive to me." Swallowing some
super sweet orange soda, I mumble, "I  like being submissive to you and I'd
hate to see you eliminate too much of  your sexy dominant stuff. Do you
think being submissive is a fetish? Some  people not into a sub/dom relationship
probably would  think I'm a wimp  for allowing myself to be dominated, but
what they don't grasp is the  important word in that statement. That word
being 'allow'.  I'm not compelled to act submissive, I  allow it sometimes
because I enjoy it." He says, "Yeah, I know, but I was much  more fucked up
than you in my submissive days. I embraced being submissive  because I thought
I deserved bad treatment. I guess I had extremely low self  esteem. My
upbringing probably had a lot to do with that, but I'm done blaming  others for
my behavior. I want to own it from now on. I'm responsible for what  I do, no
one else." I say, "I don't believe for a second you're the only one  at
fault. The environment you grew up in shaped you into who you are for the  most
part. Especially when you were much younger and  receptive to the behavior
of others. Your parents, in other words, deserve a  lot of the blame for
your low opinion of yourself, but it seems to me you're  overcoming a lot of
that." He mutters, "Thanks, Dylan. I can see you're  sticking up for me." He
gets a cute smirk on his face, "Are you getting a  crush on me all of a
sudden?"  I go, "Yes I am," and he's like, "I was  only kidding. I'm the one with
a crush on you, a crush that's more then three  years old by now."



Willie lights us cigarettes, saying, "If chef catches me smoking in  here
my ass is grass." Passing me a cigarette, he says, "Ya know, I like doing
things for you, Dylan. In one of my fantasies I'm you man servant and I need
to do everything for you like dress and undress you and bath you and brush
your teeth and shave you when you get whiskers, and feed you. Everything. I
get a boner thinking about being your servant and you fuck me and I suck
your  cock. Everything reversed." I chuckle, "That sounds cool. It's your
submissive  side coming out in your fantasy." He shrug, "I guess. The thing is,
I'd be  submissive to you in a second if you were the dominant type, but
since you're  not I do the dominant part. Anything to be with you." I look at
him feeling  touched by his sentiments. "That's so sweet, Willie. It makes me
feel good,  but you've vastly overrated me. It's flattering, but no one
could live up to  that kind of devotion." He says, "You've never really
believed me, but I'm in  love with you. Sure, it was for the wrong reasons at time,
but now it's  because I love you like I told you earlier." His words are
touching especially  right now that I'm feeling the hot's for him. And, why am
I all of a sudden so  attracted to him again? It's the way I felt when we
first started dating and  Willie seemed so worldly and wonderful. How can it
be happening all over  again? I'm biting my lip staring at him. He quietly
says, "I like the way  you're looking at me, Dylan. I was kidding earlier,
but now I'm wondering if  you do actually have a crush on me?" I go, "I told
you that I did the first  time you asked me." He comes around the table and
hugs me as I sit here  feeling hot. Bending down he nuzzles my neck with his
face and kisses me  pulling my head back with his hand under my chin. Then,
looking down at me, he  murmurs, "This is really something special, Dylan.
Something special is  happening and my heart is bursting with joy and love,
and most of all I hope  that it's true."


Finished our  sodas Willie takes my hand grinning at me and we walk through
this oversized  house with the tastefully and expensively furnished rooms.
At the steps  leading upstairs to Willie's bedroom suite we stop and look at
each other, I  grin like a goof shrugging because I have no idea what's
gotten into me.  Joking with him, I ask, "Did you put an aphrodisiac in my
soda?" He shakes his  head, and goes, "Nope," and we start up the steps.
There's something  wrong about a house this large for only three people,
especially when compared  to the small dumpy apartment Connor lived in for years with
his druggie  mother. Does there need to be such a large gap between the
haves and the have  not's in the world? That's too big a question for me.
Willie and I walk into  his bedroom with him squeezing my hand, asking, "Look
familiar, baby?" His  bedroom is large as is his king size bed. The same
furniture that still looks  expensive and so do all the toys one would imagine
Willie would have like a  like a flat screen televisions on the wall,
computers, Xbox, CD players  and some things I don't even know what they are.  The
last time I slept  here was just before our Key West trip. Man, that trip had
highs and lows like  no other adventure I've experienced before or since. It
was also two days of  hot sexual heat between us with me totally dominated
and under Willie's  finger. But, like Willie said, I was growing tired of
the game at the end.  Willie got food poisoning and that brought things to a
screeching halt just as  I was about to. Still it was a hot two days. For
something to say, I ask, "How  old were you when you got the king size bed?" he
shrugs, "Ten years old or so,  why?" I mutter, "Just curious, it's a great
bed." He says, "Yeah, and I got a  new mattress a couple of months ago. Hop
on it and give it a try," so I flop  down on his bed and it's easily the
most comfortable mattress I've ever been  on. "Sweet!" I tell Willie. He nods
his head and says, "Yeah, I think so too.  Mother replaces all the mattress
every three years. This one is a Hypnos  mattress that's hand made in England
and it's the same one the Royal family  sleeps on." To be a wise-ass, I
ask, "Oh, then this is a second hand mattress,  huh? I hope it was Harry's
mattress and not the queen's." Willie laughs, "No,  you nut, this isn't second
hand, it's just the same brand as the British royals use. Prince  Harry is
awfully hot for an older guy though, I need to agree with you there."  I'm
looking around the bedroom remembering most of it, then Willie mutters,  "Well,
how about running our bath, babe. I'll put some music on." In the  bathroom
I look around, then turn on the hot and cold water in the big  Jacuzzi-like
bathtub as an old Fray CD begins playing in the bedroom. This tub  is
plenty large enough for three or four people. There's the big walk in  shower
Willie and I have used together many times. It has five shower heads  that
looks like it's brand new, but it's not. Everything shines like new, but  I'm
fairly certain Willie had nothing to do with that. Granite sinks, huge
mirrors,  and even the toilet shines. I flip up the shiny toilet seat lid  and
take a piss watching myself in the mirror behind the toilet. Weird having  a
mirror behind the toilet. The sexual heat I was sensing for Willie is
beginning to fade leaving me wondering what triggered my reaction to him.  Maybe it
was something my unconscious mind flipped on. Some memory of the two  of us
from the past. Strange.


Willie comes  in carrying bottles of bath gel and shampoos. Grinning, he
holds up a bottle,  and says, "Carthusia de Capri shower gel and this is Chi
shampoo," as if those  names mean anything to me. He explains, "I just got
these new bathing items  earlier in the week." He opens the top, "Smell this,
Dylan, tell me if you  like it." I sniff it, and make a face, saying,
"That's awesome! Very manly,  Willie," and he does the same with the shampoo. I
go, "Nice, what's are those  other things you have there?" He says, "Fantastic
shaving stuff from the Art  of Shaving shop in the Burlington Mall." Just
from looking at the bottles and  containers I tell all these things are
wildly over priced. Then I ask, "Art of  Shaving shop? Do you shave?" He mutters,
"Sometimes, and I noticed some fine  little whiskers on your chin too." My
hand goes to my chin, but I can't feel  whiskers, or fine hairs, or anything
except skin. I mutter, "It's about time  someone noticed my whiskers." He
grins, "Well, they're hardly whiskers, but  it's a start. We'll shave
tonight, and I mean our faces and our pubes. Okay?"  I shrug, "Sure, why not." He
says, "This is Sandalwood pre-shave, and we've  got shaving soap in this
wooden bowl," as he holds up an intricately carved  wood bowl. Jesus! What a
waste of money. He holds up an old fashion shaving  brush, saying, "This is a
Sandalwood fine badger brush. It's used to work up a  lather of shaving soap
and then spread it on your whiskers to soften them for  a clean shave." I
say, "Oh, but what's wrong with a can of shaving cream?" He  says, "It's
boring. Hey, how much do you think this brush cost?" I shrug, "Ten  bucks?" He
laughs, "It's a fine badger brush, you nut! It cost a hundred and  sixty
dollars." I frown, but I know he's serious. I ask, "Badger? Like a  weasel?" He
goes, "Yeah, the soft brush is made from the hairs at the  underbelly of
badgers." I'm like, "You're kidding," and he says, "No, all the  best shaving
brushes use badger hair. I don't know why though. It probably  explains that
in this little pamphlet." I shrug,  "Badger hair, that  sounds gross." He
holds it our to me,  "Feel it, Dylan, it's very soft  and dense. They wash the
badger hair of course." I mutter, "I sure as shit  hope so. We're not using
a straight razor are we?" He goes, "No, a safety  razor. This is the Gillett
Fusion. Wicked sharp, but safe." I hand the brush  back as Willie holds up
the last bottle, "And I bought this awesome after  shave balm too." I smell
that and it's really nice like everything else, but  still ridiculously
overpriced.


Willie  arranges his latest purchases on a marble top table near the
bathtub, then  says, "I'll test the water temperature." He puts his hand in the
water, and  mumbles, "Perfect, baby, lets get in." We both drop our shorts and
step into  the bath water. Willie sits in the water with his back against a
side  motioning with his hand, "Come over and sit between my legs with your
back  against my chest." I slide over and he wraps me in his arms, "Lay
back and get  comfortable, Dylan. Isn't this soothing?" I mutter, "It sure is,
Willie." In  the background the Frays song, 'How To Save a Life' is playing.
That's the  song that was playing in Key West when Willie jumped off the
balcony. He  doesn't realize that, of course, he was too drunk. There's no
reason to  mention it now. Willie kisses the side of my neck, then asks, "Are
you glad I  persuaded you to spend the night?" I turn my head and look him in
the eyes,  "Yes, I really am, Willie. You've been awesome, and being here
brings back  good memories. It's all somehow giving me a strange sensation of
being young  again and here with you for the first time. I was amazed at
how luxurious  everything was. A totally unknown world to me and you seemed
sophisticated and  worldly. It swept me off my feet. When I was seventeen I
had very little  confidence and being here seemed exotic and, frankly, so did
you." He squeezes  me, "Oh man, thanks for saying that, Dylan. It makers me
feel so good you  wouldn't believe. I was infatuated with you and just
getting my feet under me  trying to take charge of our relationship and move it
along. We both liked sex  from the start and that's a good starting point
right there." and he squeezes  me again, then kisses the side of my face. I lay
back against him and he moves  my head over to rest on his shoulder,
saying, "Don't put the back of your head  in my face, baby. Use your head." His
hand comes up and rubs up my forehead  and back through my hair, "You need a
haircut," then he gives me another hug.  We're silent for a minute as old
feelings creep back into my brain and it  feels good being taken care of by
Willie again. It's peaceful and comfortable  knowing how much he cares for me.


Willie pushes  a button and a slow flow of warm water swirls lazily around
the pool and over  us. I lay my head over against Willie's jaw and his arm
goes around my neck as  he turns his head and kisses the side of my forehead.
A steady stream of hot  water flows down from the spigot at the other end
of the tub as overflow water  runs down the drain. It maintains the water at
an almost hot temperature. We  both have perspiration on our foreheads. I'm
getting the hot's  for  Willie again and it sort of scares me because I
don't know why it's happening.  Taking a deep breath I turn my body so I'm
leaning into Willie with my arms  around him. He closes his arms around me,
kisses my forehead again, and  murmurs quietly, "I could cry I'm so happy you're
here, Dylan." Swallowing  noisily, he adds, "I don't want to get all weepy
on you, but you calling me  tonight to ask me out, and then everything we've
done together after your  call, it's all been just perfect. Stuff like the
great haircut you gave me and  the drinks at that quaint restaurant. It's
couldn't have been more perfect,  not to mention our sex together which is
always the best I ever have. All the  best sex I've ever had happened when I'm
with you." I say, "Thanks, Willie,  but give yourself at least half the
credit." I hug him, and say, "In case I  haven't mentioned it, I'm really liking
this reinvented Willie Worthington."  He mumbles, "Thank you. Seriously, it
means the world to me that you're  showing me so much affection." Forcing
myself to tone it down so Willie  doesn't make more of our reunion than it is,
I say, "Um, but, ya know, we  don't need to get all maudlin about things.
It's nice we're going to have some  dates together, but we've been doing that
for three years so it's not like a  major breakthrough for us. You're just
much nicer. No, I don't mean 'just much  nicer', like it's no big deal. It
is a big deal, but I mean lets not make too  much of us reconnecting." He
rubs his hand slowing over my wet shoulders,  muttering, "I think it's
different from the way things were between us. I  mean, this is different from the
way you felt about me for the last year or  so." He's right, but I don't want
to admit it to him. I mutter, "Um, no, I  feel the same. You and me are
pretty much the way we always were." He says,  "No, you know that's not true.
We're feeling closer tonight than we have for  maybe two years. I can feel it
coming from you, Dylan." Willie speaks in a way  that indicates he's
partially joking when he says, "You better watch out  because I think you're going
to find you like me more than you think you do.  That's what I'm feeling."
I let that go because there's no place to go with  it. What am I going to
say... 'No, I don't feel differently,' and he'll be  like, 'Yes, you do,' and
back and forth we'd go with that. Anyway, he's right,  but I need to sort
out what the fucks going on in my head before I make a  mistake and get myself
into another awkward situation.


To change the  subject, I ask, "When are we going to bath each other?"  He
chuckles,,  "When I say so, okay?" I nod my head as my balls buzz. We sit in
the tub  silently as music plays in the background and water flows from the
spigot. I'm  still hugging him and he's hugging me. It feels very nice and
so relaxing.  Finally Willie says, "Okay, I'll bath you first, but first
give me a big hug  and a kiss on the lips." I squeeze him tightly as he does
the same to me, then  I lift my head and we kiss. My arms go around his neck
and we get into another  hot make-out that last a few minutes. He breaks the
kiss, muttering, "God, I  love your body and I love hugging it and your lips
are like sugar," and he  gives me another tight squeeze to prove it. I'm in
a bit of a trance,  murmuring, "You too, Willie," as a dizziness invades my
head. He rubs my  shoulders and down my side and over my  nipple making me
winch when he  hits my nip ring. "Oops, I'm really sorry, baby, I forgot
it's still sore from  your piercing. Hey, do you think a nip ring would look
cool on me. Should I  get one?" I shrug, "It's cool, yeah, Willie, but it
hurts like you can't  believe. Let me put it this way... no way in hell am I
ever getting another  one." He says, "I still gotta get one. It just looks so
cool. Would you come  with me tomorrow when I get one myself?" I hesitate,
then say, "Well, I can't  spend the whole day with you tomorrow, Willie. I'm
sorry and I wish I could,  but I want to see my mom tomorrow. I'll go with
you in the morning for the nip  ring though." He says, "Thanks, um, maybe you
could spend tomorrow night with  me too, after seeing your mom I mean."
Strangely, I'd love to, but I need time  to think, so I say, "I can't do that,
Willie, I need to, um, visit Robby in  the hospital, and he's way the hell up
in Worcester." He goes, "Oh, okay. I'll  start your bath now if it's okay
with you." Huh, no nagging from Willie, just  'oh, okay'. I guess I prefer
that to the old Willie who had to have his way  about everything and he'd nag
me for it until I could scream. He moves in  front of me and reaches over to
get a package, explaining, "I also bought new  premium wool bath sponges."
I ask, "A wool sponge?" He chuckles, "It's called  that because they're
soft, but it harvested from the ocean, it's a real  sponge. They come from the
deep waters off the north Florida's Gulf coast.  They're not expensive
though. These cost fifteen dollars each, but they're  great to bath with. I throw
it in the wash after each time I use  one."

We let go of  each other and he moves over to the edge of the tub to
rearrange things on the  marble table. He explains, "I'll shampoo your hair first,
but dip your head  under first to wet your hair." I do that, then I'm
sitting in the tub with  Willie kneeling in front of me pouring nice smelling
shampoo into my hair. He  smiles at me, mumbling, "This is so much fun," and he
gets into shampooing my  hair. It feels good with his fingers massaging my
scalp. I do this for all the  guys before giving them haircuts. Willie's the
only one who has taken care of  me like this except for one or two times
that Robby's shampooed my hair  and one of the times was because he didn't
like the mousse I put in my  hair. He rubs and caresses my head until my scalp
tingles, then he says, "Duck  your head under water again and this time move
it around rinsing out some of  the shampoo." I do that and bubbles of
shampoo floats on top of our bath  water. Willie has a hand on each of my
shoulders checking my hair. He says,  "Do it again and move your head around in the
water more this time." After  doing that, he again checks my hair, and
says, "Okay, that's good enough for  now, we'll shower later to rinse off really
well." As he's applying lots of  bath gel onto the sponge, Willie says,
"Sit up really straight for me, Dylan,  and closes your eyes and mouth while I
wash your face. I'll bath you now." I  do that and with one hand on my
shoulder Willie kneels in front of me and  moves the soft soapy sponge slowly
around my face, pressing at times, then he  washes my ears, neck, and
shoulders. "Rinse your face off, baby," so I go  under water again. He wipes my face
with the palm of his hand, muttering,  "God, you're cute," then, "Get up on
your knees like I am." I splash around in  the water until we're on our
knees, but sitting up. He goes, "Good, like  that," and holds my hand pulling my
arm out to the front. Hold it there he  washes my hand and arm, then does
the other one. The scent of the bath gel is  subtle but very nice. After the
arms are washed he gets at my side and puts  one arm across my shoulders
while he washes my body and underarms. He's taking  his time, going slowly and
it's very nice, sexual even. We're silent now so  the music in the
background and dripping warm water are the only sounds in the  bathroom. It's
luxurious.

He washes my  back and then leans against me and we hug each other's wet
body and then yet  another kiss on the lips, as he murmurs, "I love you so
much," and another  kiss follows. Our lips seem to stick together when they
part making a subtle  smacking sound that's sexy. We look into each other's
eyes and it's so dreamy  and almost surreal that I find myself here in Willie's
bathtub being bathed by  him, and feeling the way I do about him. He's
noticed me staring at him with  affection in my eyes and I've initiated a number
of hugs, but he doesn't  realize the extent of the attraction for him I'm
experiencing. I'll keep that  to myself as much as I can and maybe it'll pass
or maybe I'll discover what  brought this on. Willie smiles at me, and
says, "Stand up now, baby, and I'll  get the rest of you." I do that as Willie
remains on his knees. Lots of suds  as the sponge mashes against my cock and
balls, and then under them, then down  my legs and I lift a foot steadying
my self with my hands on Willie's  shoulders as he washes my foot. Then the
other leg and foot. He turns me  around and sponge washes my ass and inside
my ass crack. I feel squeaky clean  when he's done and go under the water to
rinse off. Now we reverse roles and I  take my time washing Willie's hot
body the same way he washed mine. I, too,  take it slow and it becomes quite
sensuous. We find ourselves clinging to one  another and doing more kissing,
but eventually Willie's rinsing under the  water too. After that we're
silently grinning at each other, then we hug and  kiss with both of us up on our
knees. My hand slides on his wet body as we  make out bringing boners back
into play, both of us moaning quietly as we kiss  and lick each other's
tongues, our faces moving together and our bodies  touching. Two boners are
captured between our bellies feeling hard and sexy.  After maybe ten minutes,
Willie gasps, "Oh, turn around, Dylan, I want to feel  my cock inside your pussy
again." I slush through the water and Willie gets  his arm around my waist
and pushes his boner against my asshole. Without the  lubricant it goes in
hurtfully and I'm going, "Oh, ow, ow," so he pulls the  head of his cock out,
hugging me, "I don't want to hurt you, it not as easy as  you'd think
getting my cock up your ass in the water. I know there's remnants  of lube up
inside, but around your asshole it was washed off when I bathed  you, lets
shower and get in bed. I'll fuck you there where we can take it slow  and enjoy
every second of it. Isn't this wonderful, Dylan?" I'm sucking on my  lips
nodding my head in agreement, but anxious to feel his long cock inside me
again. I look at his cock as it loses it's hardness and I want to suck it so
bad my balls ache, but I resist making a fool out of myself by gobbling it
into my mouth.

We stand,  Willie passes me two of the things from the Art of Shaving shop,
he picks up a  couple of things too and then he takes my free hand and we
step out of the  tub. With water dripping from our bodies we walk into the
shower where Willie  arranges the shaving stuff on a shelf built into the tile
wall. He gets the  water flowing from all five shower heads and it's almost
like being under  water. A person could drown in here. Willie wets the
badger shaving brush and  stirs it in the shaving mug getting it full of lather.
He moves my face out of  the water flow and cups my chin with his left hand
holding my head up a  little, then covers my cheeks, top lip, and chin with
lather and some under my  chin. These are the areas whiskers usually grow
on men's faces although I've  had very little of that to date. Some fine pale
hairs only. With his face  close to mine he slowly and carefully shaves my
face as water bounces off the  back of his head. Done shaving he rubs my
face, saying, "Smooth shave." Yeah,  I'll bet it is, ha ha, there was very
little to shave, but somehow my face  feels cleaner. Getting on his knees and
blocking the shower stream with his  body, he lathers my pubic area and then
moves my cock here and there as he  carefully shaves there, then he moves to
the side allowing water to pour over  my crotch rinsing the shaving cream.
Grinning up at me he sucks on my cock for  a minute or so. We switch places
and I do the same shaving and sucking for  him. Then we turn around a couple
of times in the shower getting totally free  of soap from our bath and
shaving. Three minutes later were drying ourselves  with big fluffy towels. It
really does feel good being shaved, and that  applies to both my face and
crotch. When dry, Willie drops his towel on the  floor moving it with his foot
to soak up the water we dripped on our way to  the shower. Then his arm goes
around my neck, and my arm goes around his waist  and we walk to the bed as
Willie's kissing the side of my  face.


At the bed, he  says, "After you, babe," and I climb into the bed and
squirm around on this  unbelievable mattress. Willie gets in and puts his arms
around me and we make  out some more. Making out is so sexually arousing and
it gets yet another hard  cock replacing the softer version hanging between
my legs. Boners feel so  good. Willie licks across my face and puts his
tongue in my ear giving me  chills. We're writhing against each other's body, his
legs going around my ass  pulling his hard cock into mine. With me tight
against him, Willie grins at me, asking, "Tired?" I mumble, "Yeah, a little,"
and he  asks, "Too tired to rim my ass and make love to my body?" I shake my
head,  "I'm rarely too tired for sex, Willie. And tonight I'm especially
hot for you  and your hot body," as I rub his wide shoulders, then hug  around
his neck and kiss the bridge of his freckle speckled nose. He ruffles  my
hair, then says, "I want to ask you something first. Actually it's  something
I want you to do for me." I look at him  thinking, in my condition at the
moment I gotta watch myself or I'm likely to  agree to anything he wants.
Cautiously, I ask, "What is it you want me to do?"  and he goes up on his elbow
and looks down at me laying on  my back. He smiles, then cups behind my
neck and squeezes a little. "Be honest  with me about something first. Is it
just me, or are you recapturing the  feelings for me you used to have a year
or two ago. You know, back when you  told me you loved me." I make a popping
sounds with my lips, it's just like  Cory made at the restaurant when I
asked if he was referring to us having anal sex. Willie's looking at me with a
look of  anticipation on his face. I go, "Well, for some reason I've got the
hot's for  you tonight and yeah, it's more noticeable than it's been for
quite awhile and  I don't know why." He nods his head, then mutters, "That's
very encouraging to  me, Dylan. Maybe it's because I'm trying to be a better
person, not just for  you, but generally speaking. Do you think it might be
that?" I shrug, "I  don't know, but please don't misunderstand me here. I'm
not saying I'm in love with you because I'm not. Not in the way you want,
although as I've told you before I feel a friendship love for you." He rubs
his hand lightly down the side of my face, murmuring, "Any love from you
I'll  cherish. Maybe you have the hot's for me tonight because you haven't
experience sex for awhile, or very little of it. Plus, you know I'll provide
all you want. Could that be it?" I mutter, "I don't know, Willie, that's what
 I'm trying to say."


He smiles at me and says, "Whatever it is I'm grateful for it. Trust me
about that." I ask, "What were you going to ask me to do. He goes, "Um, that
is it's like this, Dylan, remember me saying my favorite sign of submission
from you was when you accepted without question the haircuts I took you to
get?" I nod my head, and he goes, "I want you to show me that again
tomorrow  morning and let me take you for a haircut. I'll tell the barber how I
want  your hair cut, just like I've been doing on our dates for like forever.
Would  you do that for me so when I leave for college I can feel confident
we're  really back together and we still have a sub/dom relationship even if
it is  one with a lot less dominance from me. It would mean a lot to me,
Dylan, it  really would." Hmmm, I should have gotten hold of Sonny and had that
sexy  haircut experience with him again. Dammit! Hmmm, but Willie is
humbling  himself and he has been doing that more or less since he arrived to pick
me  up. He's staring into my eyes now waiting for my answer. It's always
been hard  to say no to him and that's especially true tonight when I'm feeling
like I do  for him. And he's made such an effort to change I surely can do
this for him.  It's really no big deal so I nod my head, and mutter, "Okay,
Willie, sure.  You're in charge so if that's what you want me to do, that's
what I'll do it."  No smile from Willie, just a nod and a muttered, "Good.
Now you may make love  to my body and then I'll give you a goodnight fuck.
Pull the covers down and  start at my feet. Be as submissive as you can be and
impress me that you're  seriously into our sub/dom sex." I gulp feeling
submissive already because I  agreed about the haircut and he took it for
granted, like he knew I would  before he asked. I thought he'd be gushing about
how much it means to  him.


He says, "Go  ahead now, Dylan, and do what you're told." My dick moves on
it's own now as I  nod my head and climb over Willie to get out of bed.
Pulling the covers down,  I'm watching him watch me. Then I climb back on at the
foot of the bed  thinking I'll do the licking and sucking on Willie's body
that I've done for  Robby a few times. As I lick up the sole of Willie's
long foot my cock  tightens up some more. Holding his foot up to my mouth with
both hands on his  ankle, I suck on his toes with my eyes on Willie as my
tongue licks behind his  toes. He grins, murmuring, "Jesus, that's awesome,
Dylan. It's a first for me  on this end. You're the first person to ever lick
my feet, although I've done  that for others myself. It's a very submissive
move on your part." He did say  start at his feet, didn't he, so why's he
surprised? Not spending too much  time on each foot, I lick up his long right
leg and under his thigh, then lick  down his other leg feeling my cock reach
the stiff as a pipe stage. I resist  stroking it, and grunting quietly from
arousal I lift his leg and Willie pulls  both of his legs back exposing his
asshole. I can't remember rimming Willie  before but I must have done it
one or two times. My hand rubs his ass cheeks  as I stare at his clean pink
lipped asshole. There are some hairs around his  anus, but none on his
buttock. I kiss each butt cheek making Willie chuckle,  and then he mumbles, "Ah,
you're finally kissing my ass after all the times I  have kissed yours,
literally and figuratively." Long laps on his left butt  cheek as I inhale his
sexy scent. He's always smelled sexy and he's the first  person's scent that I
noticed after I realized I love Chubby's  scent. Certainly not  fat Carl
who didn't have a sexy scent at all. With  him it was more like offensive body
order, and not like Ray's BO at  all.


I begin licking over Willie's other ass cheek really  enjoying it. Rimming
and licking certain guy's asses make my cock throb.  Willie's correct, this
activity is a very submissive act both symbolically and  in actuality. It
always affects me sexually and arouses me tremendously.  Unable to resist any
longer, I stroke my cock a few times, then I lick up his  ass crack going
right over his asshole which raises goosebumps on Willie's  ass. Precum drools
from my cock and I moan quietly, almost to myself. I've  been hot for
Willie's body all night and the chance to smell it, taste it, and  lick and suck
on it has got my balls churning up spunk and giving me an  awesome squirmy
sexual sense. It's  awesome. Willie  mutters, "Mmmm,  that's hot, baby.
You're earning yourself one hot goddamn fuck tonight." He  moves on the mattress
moaning, "Oooh, ooh, mmm, nice," as I'm doing two more  long slow licks up
the crack of his ass and it gets him squirming on the  mattress and
tightening his ass muscles clenching his anus and groaning. My  tongue laps at his
anus a half dozen times and then I suck on it with my lips  and Willie
murmurs, "Jesus..." My tongue works it's way inside his rectum as I  reach between
his legs and get my fist around his long hard cock. With my  tongue going in
and out of his asshole I stroke his boner and continue it for  a minute or
so. Willie's moaning quietly the whole time, moving around  continuously on
the bed, "Oooooh, mmmmm," until his hand closes on my hand  that's stroking
his cock, "Please stop, babe. I'm gonna cum. Fuck, that was so  awesome....
mmm, oh God." Lifting my head I look at him and he says, "Come up  here for
a second, Dylan. That was special, I loved every second of it."  Giving one
last look at the shimmering wet lips of his anus, I slide up the  bed beside
Willie. He stretches his legs out on the mattress wiggling his ass  against
the sheets.

Willie grins  at me, and says, "This is fantastic, Dylan. I've been in your
place and know  it's arousing to be submissive, but being rimmed is much
better, believe me. I  loved it, thanks. Did you taste any fetal matter?"  I
say, "I bathed you,  Willie, so you're very clean back there. Just a slight
acrid taste when my  tongue got inside, but that's all." He nods his head,
then gets his fist  around my boner, "Wow, babe, sucking my ass got you as
hard as me, that's  fantastic. We're good together, aren't we. Dylan. Perfect
sub/dom sex, huh?" I  do a fake cough trying not to gush out how much I'm
into him and his body  tonight. I say, "We're pretty good together with the
sex, yes. We've always  been, Willie." He puts his hand on the side of my face,
saying, "This is so  much better than my old approach. You can enjoy the
submissive feelings and I  enjoy being the object of your attention. Then we
fuck and we both enjoy that  as well. Before I was mostly concerned about
dominating you and it's like I  hardly got to enjoy the benefits." I lean over
to him and we kiss and then get  into a hot make-out with Willie mostly
laying on top of me. Since we stopped  playing basketball we've been naked
almost exclusively the entire time we've  been here. I like being naked with
another guy, especially a young cute guy  with a hot body. Our make-out has both
our boners leaking so both of us have  wetness  on our bellies, cocks, and
balls.  That seems sexy to me  too. Willie's precum on my nuts. Finally
Willie gasps while breaking the kiss,  then mutters, "Suck my cock a little and
then get up on your hands and knees."  Slipping out from under him, I drag
my tongue from his chest to his shaved  groin area and lick all around the
base of his boner while holding it tightly  in my fist. Damn, he has a long
boner alright and it's so hard I can hardly  believe it. My tongue moves onto
his scrotum and under it. Willie's grunting  and doing more squirming, his
body never at rest, his hands constantly rubbing  my shoulders, head, and
back. Slipping his cock into my mouth I first lap all  around the head, my
tongue slowing moving over the swollen dripping head of  his snake like cock. I
swallow his precum and then lip more of the shaft  inside my mouth until I
have the head at the back of my throat. Then, for the  second time on this
date, I bob my head down and deep throat his cock. It's  very long and hard,
but not as fat as some cocks I've sucked. Willie has an  almost a perfect
sized cock actually. A real beauty. My nose presses to  his body at the root of
his cock and then I raise my head, and his cock slides  slowly out of my
throat with Willie's whole body shuddering like he has chills  running through
him. He murmurs, "Jesus," shudders again, and then, "Ready,  Dylan?" His
cock comes out of my mouth and a big glob of precum rolls off the  head and
slides slowing down the shaft. My tongue comes all the way out and I  capture
the end flow of precum and drag my tongue up the shaft to the head  licking
off the entire precum glob. Swallowing it, I nod my head and mutter,  "Oh
yeah, I'm ready, Willie."


When I've  scrambled up on my hands and knees with my ass facing the head
of the bed,  Willie gets up behind me and stands with his knees bent. He
gives my ass a  mighty slap, "SLAP!" rings in my ear, as he says, "Stay
submissive, Dylan,"  and I almost whine submissively I'm feeling so submissive with
my smacked ass  stinging. One of his hands grips my waist for balance as his
other hand guides  his long, and what I imagine from looking at it,
achingly hard boner to my  anus. He takes a deep breath and then I feel the head of
his cock spread the  lips of my asshole, which always excites me and I
stifle an early moan of  arousal. He pauses a second and then a hard little
thrust pushes the head past  my sphincter ring. "Mmmmm," from me as my back
arches a little and I look back  at him. Willie smiles at me, his eyes bright,
as he mutters, "This is so  special for me, babe. It's like I can hardly
believe that a month ago I was  such a worthless piece of shit and now, because
of you, I'm on top of the  world. You're my hero, Dylan." Shockingly, he
then chokes up and wipes his  eyes, mumbling, "You saved my life twice, and as
if that wasn't enough, you  then made me feel worthwhile." He's chokes-up
again, which isn't doing  anything helpful as far as my submissive state of
mind goes. I feel bad for  him, but the submissive dreamy state I was in while
rimming him has now  drifted away a little. I say, "It's all good Willie,
what are friends for...  they help each other." He nods his head and smiles
as a tear runs down his  cheek. He nods his head again, quietly saying,
"Thanks for still being my  friend." I shrug, then look at my ass as I grin at
him, asking, "Um, you wanna  do something with that cock of yours?" He grins
back at me while muttering,  "If I didn't know better I'd think you like sex
even more than me, and that's  truly an awesome thought." He humps his hips
and a good four inches of hard  cock goes up my ass with me grunting at the
suddenness and extent of  penetration. Actually it feels wonderful and it
occurs to me that Willie was  right, residue of the silicone lubricant from
our pool fuck is still on the  walls of my rectum. Willie leans into me
pushing his cock the rest of the way  up my ass. He sucks on his lips, going,
"Mmmmm," then, "Just like I thought,  there's some lube still inside your pussy.
It was easy going in." He withdraws  and immediately pushes all nine inches
right back in as he grunts, "Nice."  Four more full penetrations and
withdrawals with Willie biting his bottom lip  in concentration. Two more full
penetrations at a normal speed has Willie  making sounds of arousal, "Ummmm."
I'm thinking Willie's sentimental thoughts  of a minute ago have been
overtaken by now with sexual sensations from his  cock. Looking back at him I give
a passing thought to all the misguided ideas  he's had most of his life, and
how lonely he must have felt growing up without  direction from his
parents. Left on his own he made one bad choice after  another, including who he
chose to hang out with, and ended-up living in a  make believe world where
money wasn't a concern, but every other aspect of his  life was. Most
everything with Willie has been a little off center... never  quite right and it
makes me feel bad for him. Pulling his cock back until it  feels like it'll pull
completely from my ass, he takes another deep breath,  his chest expanding
and his balls hanging heavily between his legs, then he  pushes in harder
and faster, the motion getting his bag of heavy nuts swinging  between my legs
and bumping into the back of my nuts. I do a soft grunt at the  jolt of
pain, and then Willie's off to the races caught up in the irresistible
sensations of fucking and it's the, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of skin against
skin that fills the room like music to my ears.

I stop looking  back at Willie and hang my head between my arms trying to
concentrate on all  the incredible sensation buzzing in my rectum. It never
gets old for me, it's  always like the first time. His swinging nuts flop
against my scrotum, ringing  my gonads' bell,  with each thrust adding a touch
of pain to the powerful  sexual feelings coming from my ass and cock.
Awesome pleasure sensations  flooding my brain in a crescendo of sexual
deliciousness. I'm marveling at the  fact I was born with an extra sensitive anus and
prostate to go along with  some other factors I can't name that add further
to the overwhelming sexual  sensations I get from being fucked. I know from
my limited experience with  'topping' that it's awesome doing the fucking,
but for me it can't compare  with this. A hard cock pumping my ass is the
pinnacle, the very apex of sexual  pleasure where I live, and luckily for me
Willie's in a zone humping his boner  up my ass constantly, his engorged penis
sliding against the lips of my anus  sensitizing them in a way nothing else
can. Skin against skin continues that  fantastic, "Slap, slap, slap, slap,'
sound of anal fucking, like applause for  this hot sex. I'm biting my lip
whining quietly from the sexual pleasure  sensations that's seemingly the
only important thing in the world at the  moment. To me this five or six minute
build-up to climax is almost as special  as the climax I know is coming.
The journey is extremely pleasurable and the  knowledge of what looms ahead in
the form of a supernova sexual orgasm plays  tantalizingly with the
pleasure area of my brain. All I know at this moment is  sexual pleasure
accompanying by the ping of pain from his balls banging  against mine. All the muscles
in my ass and stomach are tightly clenching as  climax approaches. My
entire body tingles excitedly with me shuddering and  moaning at each thrust up
my ass, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, mmm, oh, oh, oh, mm,  ooh." Then time stops, my
heart skips a beat, my back arches and I squeal as  cum pumps from my hard
balls flying up the shaft of my boner at the speed of  sound and exit the
vibrating head of my cock turning it into a pleasure  machine that has me
gasping and writhing with the greatest sensation known to  man... sexual climax.
My shoulders shudder uncontrollably as I hold my breath  during two follow
up strings of cum that hit the sheet and spread into little  wet shiny spots.
Oh my God, I'm blinking my eyes trying with all my might to  appreciate
each sensation that my body is providing me. Another shoulder  shudder gets my
head shaking, and I moan, "Aaaaah, mmmm, ooh." Willie's  grunting and wildly
humping his cock up my ass. Then a gasp from him as he  drives his cock in
hard and withdraws too fast pulling his boner completely  out of my ass. He
lays on my back, his boner between his belly and me as it  fires cum out
rapidly. His body shudders and he staggers back up poking my  left butt cheek
with the head of his cock leaving a cum smear as he drags it  along on my
butt cheek and then plugs it back up my ass humping hard against  me.


Willie  continues fucking me as he moans while rubbing his hands along my
sides. A  minute of that, then he lays on my back again and stops thrusting.
His nine  inch cock is left way up inside me as my head drops to the
mattress resting on  my forehead. I'm savoring the fleeting sensations of orgasm
and then all too  soon they're gone. Willie shakes as in a spasm and then just
lays there  panting with his heart beating fast against my back. Taking a
deep breath my  body becomes totally relaxed and I sigh knowing it's over,
but just this  time. More to come, another time, which is the saving grace of
the situation.  Feeling pleasantly sexually satisfied is such a nice way to
be, so relaxing.  Then thinking back on my orgasm I have to grin to myself
because it was a  pretty damn good one considering it's my third one today.
Another deep breath  with me still smiling contentedly. Willie and Ryan can
both do multiple sexual  acts in a relatively short period of time, which is
kinda nice. Sonny can  too, but the heat wasn't there like it is with Willie
and Ryan. On occasion  Robby's fuck me a couple of times during the same
date, but his sex is in a  class all it's own. It's the best kind of sex...
lover's sex. The next best is  submissive sex and the two best for providing
me that are the aforementioned  Willie and Ryan. I've reconnected with Willie
and I can only wonder if that'll  happen with Ryan... or, will I discover
someone new that matches or, do I dare  think it, exceeds the two of them.


Willie slides  off my back to lay beside me, his cock pulling from my ass
as we both quietly  moan, "Mmmm." I lay flat and Willie scoots against me
with his arm across my  back. A kiss on my cheek, followed by, "Thank you for a
wonderful time  tonight, Dylan. In some ways it's been the best night of my
life and that's  saying something considering the times we've had together
over the years.  Tonight's special though, mostly because it was a total
surprise, so  unexpected, but so welcome I can't even put it into words. And
you, your  showing me genuine affection for the first time in probably a
couple of years.  I didn't deserve it then, but it's awesome to sense it from you
tonight.  That's my reward for the soul searching I did and the changes I'm
trying to  bring about in my life and the way I live it." I smile, "That's
a long speech,  Willie. Thanks, it was special for me too." This is more
like the Willie I  first knew a few years ago, he's kind of unsure of himself
even as he acts the  opposite. I add, "It's been a damn nice date and like I
told you earlier, with  my boyfriend in the hospital, sex for me has been
rare lately." He goes, "It's  been rarer for me I'll bet. My pathetic
submissive activity with my sick  neighbor can't even qualify as sex, certainly not
when compared to what we've  had tonight." I've got noting to say to that,
and a minute later Willie goes,  "Heh heh, how about we go to sleep with my
dick up your rear end?" I say, "It  won't be the first time, and you're
calling the shots." He says, "Up on your  side then," and when I do he rubs his
slightly firm dick on my butt cheeks to  get it hard enough to push up my
ass, then he goes, "Damn, get around here and  suck on this noodle. I can't get
it hard." I flip over to my other side and  scoot down  to his cock and
suck on it. This thing been up my ass, but  what are ya gonna do! The thing is,
like I may have mention a hundred times, I  enjoy sucking a young guy's
penis and Willie has the sexy scent I mentioned  earlier, plus I like him and
we've had a good time, so I lick and suck away.  I'm tired, but I always make
time for a cute guy's cock. It's takes a few  minutes before Willie starts
moving and grunting as his cock gets hard. He  says, "That's good, babe.
Come on, lets get our heads on the pillow." We do  that sharing a pillow, and
Willie says "Get the covers, Dylan," so I get out  of bed and pull the covers
up, then get back in bed on my side facing away  from Willie. He yawns a
big yawn making me yawn too, then he clicks off the  lights. In the dark his
cock pokes my buttocks a few times before it hits my  asshole and easily
slides up my still opened-up ass. We both go, "Aaaah,  yeaaaah." His chest is
tight against my back, he humps his cock a few times  and it feels real good
up my ass as it tightens up some more, then with his  arm around my chest,
his body tightly against me, we sigh together and then  it's silence in this
dark bedroom. Soon I hear even breathing from Willie and  feel his breath on
the back of my head. It feels full in my ass, a good full  feeling as I push
my ass against him and feel his boner move inside  me.


To be  continued...   Donny Mumford   _thinat20@yahoo.com_
(mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com)


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