Date: Thu, 8 May 2008 08:41:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DyLAN'S DILEMMA Part 4 by Donny Mumford
DYLAN'S DILEMMA
Part 4
********************* First half of Part 4 ************************
Looking at Chubby's note made me wonder, can this
really be what I think it is? Chubby had written,
"Ricky wants me to sleep with him" and then he
modifies that to "spend the night at his place".
Thinking about it logically, I'm now wondering what
the odds are that Ricky's even gay? It's a fact that
ninety percent, or more, of all the males in the world
aren't gay... they're straight. And, what proof,
exactly, do I have that Ricky and Chubby are doing
anything "gay" together? No proof, just an
assumption from that one time I saw Chubby getting out
of Ricky's car wiping his lips and adjusting his
pants... that's my total reason for assuming that
they're screwing around like two gay sex maniacs.
OK, sticking with reality here... I can easily believe
Chubby's gay or bi or has some homosexual leanings.
After all, I've been with him almost every day of my
life... certain things lead me to think it's likely
Chubby will fall into one of those categories. But...
that macho, asshole Ricky? No, it doesn't seem
logical that he's gay from a percentage perspective
and it doesn't seem likely from the perspective of
what I know about him either. Why don't I just ask
Chubby straight-out?
Well, he's not here, so I can't ask him... but, it
makes me feel a little better knowing that
"percentage-wise" and "common sense-wise" the two of
them probably aren't sexually involved. Which is
swell, but tonight's Saturday night and I'm stuck
here home alone so it'll probably take more than that
to get me excited about my situation right at the
moment. Seems like it was long ago that I was feeling
so super good from my first three-way gay-sex marathon
with Carl and Larry. Oh man, that was very intense...
maybe the best part was making out with both of
them.
Gotta admit that Carl's roommate, Larry, ... whoa,
he's hot. Not hot looking, but hot body and hot
kisser, and he fucked me real good too. Yeah, but fat
Carl is still the king where fucking is concerned...
even Larry agrees with that. Carl can really get me
squirming and squealing. I even got to feeling OK
about making out with him and now, actually, I kind of
like doing it with him... that is a surprise
considering that I couldn't stand to kiss him just two
months ago. He's really brought me a long way
sexually... he's done a good job of it right from the
beginning too, and I even think I'm getting kind of
attached to him. Wouldn't it be great if he loses
that weight he's talking about dropping this summer?
I wonder if he'd turn into a "hottie" slim eighteen
year old? Jeez, I'd like to see that.
Chubby went to the carnival tonight with his new
friends and that's just given me this awesome idea...
why don't I see if Carl and Larry would like to go to
the carnival. They've got the transportation and it
is Saturday night... party night. Oh man, wouldn't
that shock Chubby to see me there with my other
friends! Show him he's not the only one who can make
new friends... and he already knows about my first new
friend, Robby Dickers, so it'd be like I was wicked
popular all of a sudden. Hope he don't get jealous...
Heh heh. Damn, great idea... I'm calling Carl right
now.
Carl's dad answered on the fifth ring and I say,
"Sorry to bother you again Mr Denton, is Carl
available?". He says to someone, not to me... "Jesus
Christ, it's that same boy again. What's this kid
want to do... move in with us?" Then he yells, "Carl,
phone!". I made a face and thought, "no wonder Carl
acts like a dick sometimes... he gets it from his
father". The second Carl's on the phone he starts
in... no "Hello", just... "Look Dylan, enough is
enough. It hasn't been but three hours since Larry
and I did you up real good. What do you intend doing
now, stalking me?" I'm like, "What the?" My eyes
are wide open, I'm holding the cell phone away from my
ear because I can't believe what I'm hearing...
hearing this kind of shit after the three of us had
such a great sexy afternoon together... he talks to me
like this?
He was still blathering in a very superior manner
saying, "I've already invited you to my graduation
party, can't ya even wait two days to see me again? I
know you got the hots for me now and Larry warned me
you'd be following me around like my puppy dog, but
frankly I'm damn disappointed in you." My face was
red and hot and sweaty, this was way too much... I
yelled into my cell phone, "I only called to ask if
you wanted to go to the Franklin carnival with me...
but fuck you! And fuck that Larry too! I don't want
to go with either of you now. And I'm not going to
your stupid graduation party either! It sounds like
it's gonna suck!" then I slammed my cell phone shut...
hoping I didn't break it.
It wasn't broken because ten seconds later it rang and
caller ID shows "Dentons" ... my face is still red and
my hearts beating fast and I'm sweating... and I'm
mad, god damnit! I shut off the phone yelling into my
empty house, "I'm not some dork! That fat fuck Carl
can't dump on me like that." Throwing the phone on my
bed I grabbed my Marlboro Lights and went out for a
walk. I was steaming mad, muttering to myself, " When
did I turn into someone who begs a fat fuck like Carl
to be my friend. Never! That's when". My fingers
were shaky while lighting my cigarette... still
fuming, "And, fuck Chubby and his queer boyfriend,
Ricky, too!" After walking a few blocks taking deep
inhales from my cigarette I began to feel dizzy and
the rage slowly lifted from me. Then I almost laughed
at myself. Where did this wicked temper I've
developed lately even come from? Oh man, I'm
dangerous... yeah, that's right, don't mess with me
cause I'm a badass! Not really...
Shaking my head at myself because I knew this wasn't
my normal behavior... but, you know... since that
fight with the Chavez brothers things have changed so
much I hardly know what or who I am anymore. Feeling
calmer now, I sat on a low brick wall in front of a
small strip mall and thought about what an ass I'd
made of myself on the phone. Why hadn't I just calmly
explained myself and corrected Carl's misunderstanding
about me wanted him to fuck me again... I can't hardly
believe that egomaniac actually thought I was calling
to get him to fuck me again! Only three hours after
our sex marathon! Come on! He's too smart to think
that's why I called. I'll bet he feels as bad about
what he said to me as I do about what I yelled at
him. We mean something special to each other. Carl's
been a true mentor to me, and really helpful too. Oh
man! I feel bad about the way I yelled at him.
Well, that being said, there are still practical
matter to consider, like... it was getting chilly and
I was hungry... those two factors made me think,
"pizza". I like Bertucci's Brick Oven pizza and
Bertucci's was within walking distance so I headed
that way. Of course, the thought of eating it there,
alone, never entered my mind. I'm much too self
conscious for that. I'd get take-out. Later, when I
got home with my small take out cheese pizza, I
started thinking about this coming Monday and how I'd
blown off that party at Carl's... now I wanted to go
to the party and see Carl and Larry again. How hot
was that make-out with Larry, and Carl too, but
especially Larry. Carl fucks best and Larry makes-out
best.... and I've blown the chance for another
go-around by having that childish outburst on the
phone. Damnit!
The first thing I did right after ripping off a slice
of pizza was check my cell phone. Two missed calls.
First one I already knew about. Well, I knew who
placed the call, but not what he said. Carl had
called right back after I'd hung up on him... wonder
if he was ripping mad at the way I yelled at him? He
probably screamed "Fuck you too!" I'm nervous about
hearing this, but I punched-up the missed call and
heard Carl's voice. He sounded calm, actually "Hi
there Dylan... I know you're there because you just
slammed the phone off in my ear. Heh heh, it's
alright. I'm sorry I yelled at you. Come on,
pick-up. My Dad is pissed because we've been getting
too many phone calls recently and it seems it's
always him who answer them... and mostly because he's
always pissed-off about something anyway... don't
worry about him. The calls aren't just from you, but
Larry's main-squeeze and roommate, Willie, from prep
school has been calling for him a lot too."
I'm thinking... so Larry has a boyfriend. I was
beginning to feel really good about the way Carl was
sucking up to me in this phone call. This is a lot
more like it... I'm not some kinda dork. Carl's
message continued, "Hey, Dylan... buddy, I know you
like me doing you, but come on dude... it's only been
a few hours. Let's give it a little rest... OK? How
about if we both forget that last phone call ever
happened and you just come over Monday like we
planned. OK? I promise to take care of you. You
know I think you're cute and hot and just freaking the
best! Right? So, don't call back, just be here
Monday. Hey, it's OK that you got the hots for me....
I like that you do, and Monday afternoon, before I'm
through with you I'll have you moaning out my name
again... how bout that? Sorry again that I yelled at
you... I know sometimes you get real sensitive about
things." He hung up the correct way, after saying
"goodbye"... not like me, slamming the phone shut in
mid-word.
Well that couldn't have worked out any better for me.
But it did make me ponder the question, do I really
have the hots for him? When I was second guessing
myself about blowing off the party it was Larry and
his make-out that I thought about just as much as I
thought about Carl. Hell, I'm so mixed up anymore I
don't know what I'm doing half the time. Ya know, I
think maybe I do have "a thing" for Carl. Thinking
about Carl and the way he fucked me and the hot way he
gave me this hickey that's still stinging like mad, by
the way... and making-out with him too. Jesus, I'm
grabbing my crotch just thinking about all that.
Yeah, I got a thing, some kind of "thing" for Carl,
I'm just not sure what it is yet...
Visualizing Carl's face... he's handsome, but not what
you'd call cute. He fucks so good though... jeez,
Dylan... can you think about something else for once?
I must be the world's biggest sex fiend. It's kinda
funny considering I didn't even know I was gay lass
than three months ago. Oh well, get a grip!. Then,
checking the second missed call... it was from Robby
Dickers asking if I wanted to go with him and Shaun
Reilly to that same damn carnival. Is every kid in
Framingham going to the carnival tonight? God damn,
this is great. I hurriedly called Robby back... his
brother, Dodger, answered the phone. "Dodger, dude...
let me talk to Robby." Then I found out that Robby
left fifteen minutes ago for the carnival. Fuck!!
Dodger goes, "Sorry you missed him, Dylan. Hey, can
you come over here for a swim with me though? I hate
amusement rides... I get sick to my stomach twirling
around on them, so I didn't want to go. But you and I
can have some real fun here. Nobody's home but poor
little lonely me." It sure was tempting, but I begged
off because I'd have to walk and it's at least a
twenty minute walk. And then, even worse, coming
back alone in the dark afterward with the Chavez
brothers always a concern. No, that didn't seem
smart.... "Sorry Dodger, I'd love to dude, but it
don't make a lot of sense without a ride". He nagged
saying the pool's heated so even though it's cool
tonight we could "still swim and water wrestle, and
even do some nut crunches... have a blast. Come on!"
He's gotta be kidding about the nut crunchers... even
he's too old for those now. You know, nut crunches,
right? It's something us boys use to do on the school
bus when we were thirteen years old or so, grabbing
each other's crotch and try to squeeze each other's
nuts. Hurt like a bitch too! Sometimes you got the
guy's dick and sometimes the dick was hard and you'd
yell, "Homo, Charles is a homo. He's got a boner from
nut crunching". The bus drive would eventually pull
over to the side of the road and scream louder than we
were screaming, "Shut the fuck up you savages! You're
like wild animals! We're not moving till you all shut
up and get in your own seats". Oh, those fond
memories of early adolescents. Of course, maybe
Dodger wasn't just kidding and really wanted to water
wrestle and do nut crunchers in the pool? Yipes!
Yeah, that would be fun with that little hottie, but
Carl and Larry pretty much fucked my horniness out of
me this afternoon... and the walk to and from Dodger's
was simply too much. I finally convinced Dodger I'd
take a rain check and he said, "OK, but Robby will
probably be here next time and it'd be more fun just
the two of us. See ya later, Dylan... I hope." Now I
can add that to my list of things I'm wondering about.
Is Dodger gay too?... and does he somehow know I am??
Give me a break with this! Everyone can't be gay...
and everyone can't possibly know that I am... can
they?
After eating the rest of the pizza I stopped thinking
about all that and spent the rest of the evening
channel surfing Comcast cable TV. Not the most fun I
ever had, but I landed a movie on cable called "
L.I.E." that was scary and sexy at the same time...
about a pedophile and mixed-up teens... couple of
wicked cute young teens too. After the movie I went
to bed. Next morning, true to his word, there was
Chubby, and in my bedroom no less... waking me up so
we could start our Sunday breakfast routine.
He looked good enough to eat, never mind breakfast...
that cute face of his. Before going to sleep last
night I'd decided that Chubby wasn't doing anything
with Ricky... anything gay, I mean. For one thing, if
he was... he'd never have left that thing about "Ricky
insisting he sleep with him" in the note he left .
Chubby would have scratched it out or started a new
note. So, that's where I'm at with that, at the
moment. But, oh my... the heart ache I get
sometimes when I see Chubby. My yearning to just lay
naked in bed with him... and smell his smell and feel
that fantastic body and, yes... try making out with
him the way Larry taught me to make out yesterday. Oh
my God, I got it so bad for Chubby it's scares me
sometimes. The last month or so I love to just stare
at him and fantasize... he use to stare at me and now
I do it to him.
We ran the four mile run after breakfast, went to a
Sunday movie matinee at the Multiplex, and ate dinner
together at my place with our Moms. After dessert
which was Tris' peach cobbler with Bryers french
vanilla ice cream, we watched a Sunday night baseball
game featuring, who else but the World Champion Red
Sox. Chubby humped my leg the entire forth inning and
then lay next to me panting as his cum stain spread on
the front of his running shorts. See... if he had
some sex with Ricky last night, he wouldn't need to
hump my leg to get himself off... would he?
After he humped my leg and his panting calmed down I
rubbed his head and hugged him around the neck a
little. He looked over and asked, "What is it,
Dylan?" Instead of saying "I'm in love with you,
Chubby", I asked him if he'd do my foot massage and if
we could do the leg and crotch shaving tonight. He
sucked on his lips a second contemplating it before
saying, "Yeah, well... er, I just had that little
accident in my undies a little while ago. It's a
completely normal thing to do you know... that is,
for sexually inactive teen boys. Having nocturnal
emissions... you know. I had one while I was resting
on your leg."
He looks so cute when he's lying... I said, "Hmmm...
yeah, but don't ya have to be sleeping to have a
nocturnal emission?" Chubby got touchy and said, "I'm
not a fucking expert on sleeping patterns, now am I?
For Christ sake, I don't know everything like you do,
Dylan". He was pouting. I stared at the side of his
face until he turned his head slowly to look at me...
I said, "Sorry, bro" and I made a goofy face. He
hopped up and said, "You are such a dick sometimes.
OK, get the shaving stuff and I'll get the clippers."
When I glanced into the powder room a minute later
Chubby was rubbing inside his shorts with a wad of
toilet paper... soaking up his cum, I guess. He
didn't see me looking. I wasn't wearing sneakers, so
I just pulled off my socks and joined Chubby in the
small half bathroom and got situated sitting on the
toilet seat lid with my bare feet all ready to be
massaged. Chubby knelt at my feet and began his foot
fetish ritual... the one that started as a foot
massage and quickly slipped into foot licking and toe
sucking. I rubbed his short hair and the back of his
neck when I could reach them. I don't have Chubby's
foot fetish, but now that I'm so deeply into Chubby,
even the foot fetish thing is hot for me simply
because it's Chubby who's doing it. The look of
concentration on his face is so awesome... he always
gives whatever he's doing a hundred percent attention.
He groped himself and sighed and moaned a little, but
he'd already cum a half hour ago humping my leg so he
didn't cum again. When he had his fill of my feet he
mumbled something about correcting that stupid haircut
Carl gave me. I suppressed a smile as he got me
seated on the little haircut stool. Then he gave me
a haircut the way he liked my hair to look... taking
almost a half hour and that's a long time considering
my hair was still short from Carl's recent cut. Then
I took almost as long with the trimmer clippers
outlining around his ears and then did some snipping
of Chubby's hair on the sides and neck a little just
to eliminate the shaved head look... give it a little
style.
Everything we did was done slowly and without
conversation... it was dreamy actually. All the
touching required in these activities is so ultra
intimate... one boy just turning himself over to the
other... and then switching places. I use to take
this kind of thing for granted, but not any more.
After the haircuts we took turns meticulously shaving
each others legs. We used the trimmer on our stubbly
pubes and then shaved them with a safety razor after
that. This necessitated much crotch and penis
handling before the process was complete.
It was all getting me so aroused... all that silent,
intimate activity with the boy I loved... finally,
after trying to contain myself and realizing I
couldn't any longer, I grunted, "Let's jerk-off
together Chubby... like we did that other time" and
without commenting Chubby nodded at me and gave me a
grin. Then he began stroking his semi-hard dick and I
began stroking mine in time with him. Chubby's left
shoulder continually hitting my arm a few inches below
my right shoulder as we stood there in that little
powder room, side by side, and wacked our puds in
unison.
I soon was biting my lower lip as that incredible
feeling of cum rolling around in my balls came over
me... it was coming on me fast now. Watching Chubby
use his thumb and index fingers stroking his foreskin
on and off the dark red head of his short swollen
penis excited me almost as much as the stroking of my
own dick did. We were always in a contest of one
kind or another and Chubby loves to win so we stroked
ourselves faster and faster until the feeling in my
balls was so intense I thought I'd cry... then,
arching my back and thrusting my crotch forward, I
moaned "Ohhhh!" and out shot a string of cum followed
by three more fast spurts that felt better than
anything I can describe. Seeing black dots dancing
before my eyes, I kept slowly stroking my cock while
looking at Chubby's. I'd won this contest tonight,
but I knew that I'd won only because Chubby had
climaxed earlier while humping my leg... not that I
care a twit if I win or not.
Chubby's face was scrunched up as he continued to
stroke that almost five inch boner of his...it took a
full minute after I'd climaxed before three quick
squirts of cum splattered on his thighs as he squealed
a long, low sighing sound.. then he said, "Oh fuck!
I'm glad I'm a guy... how bout you, Dylan? That's an
awesome feeling, ain't it?.... cuming, I mean" I
teased him by saying, "It feels best for me when we
jerk-off together." Chubby snapped his head around
with furrowed eyebrows and then softened his features
and said, "I guess it's OK to say stuff like that when
it's just the two of us and there's no chance someone
could hear you and get the wrong idea, but watch it
when others might be around, ya know?"
Nodding my head in agreement, I had to smile at him
and his absurd reasoning... he gave me a quick smile
back in that new surprisingly shy way again and I
said, "How about our famous best-friends-ever hug"
Chubby turned right into me then and, naked from our
waist down, with dripping semi-boners, we hugged the
best hug I've ever had with him. It lasted a minute
maybe and just before we broke apart I kissed the side
of his forehead and held it for three or four seconds.
My dick got almost as hard as my earlier boner by the
time we were done.
Just like always, when we do something that's probably
too intimate, we never mentioned it again. We just
cleaned ourselves, and then the powder room, put the
razor, clippers and shaving cream away. It was almost
midnight... we'd started late and took almost two
hours doing all these intimate things with each other.
Chubby looked pale when he said good night, but I
grabbed him for our one arm hug and two pats on each
others back anyway. He gave me that shy tiny grin
again and went up to his place to sleep.
Hmmm? That little shy grin thing is new and I can't
figure out what it means... yet. All I know is
tonight was the most wonderful evening with Chubby
ever. On the other hand, I don't think it proved much
one way or the other. I still don't know what he and
Ricky are doing... if anything. And, I still think I
know that Chubby's at least a little gay for me...
maybe he's even bi. If I were a betting person I'd
bet he's gay for me a little, but he's not sure about
being gay for others... unless he's gay for Ricky a
little too... or a lot. There, I think I've sorted
that out enough to require two Tylenol before bed.
Fuck! I give myself a headache thinking about all
that stuff. Why do I do that? Why not just enjoy
what I got and not analyze it to death?
Next morning I felt good, and that included my shaved
belly and my new haircut by Chubby which I spiked-up
with gel the way he likes it best. My nice smooth
legs felt great rubbing against the sheets, it all
felt good. After a breakfast of orange juice and two
strawberry pop-up tarts I went outside and only waited
two minutes before Chubby came out. He looked all
bright-eyed and smiley and we did a sweet hug and
started off on a Monday morning school-day. After
we'd walked six blocks, Chubby lit a Marlboro Light
for us to share. He took a drag, passed it to me and
said, "Bees make honey and it's the only natural food
that's made without destroying any other life". Then
he looked me in the eyes and lifted his eyebrows,
nodding his cute head slightly, like "did ya know
that?"
Taking a drag and thinking fast, I had a brainstorm...
"What about milk" I asked, feeling smug, like I got
him for once. He goes, "Oh for Christ sake, Dylan...
that's so lame. A cow has to eat grass to make milk,
right? Grass is a living thing. Duh!" I go, "It's
impossible to lick your elbow, ya know." and he says,
"Who the fuck would want to?" Shaking my head and
grinning to myself... it's tough to beat Chubby in
these games he plays. Chubby took the last drag and
flicked the butt across the street. How does he get
it to fly so far?
Just because I felt like it, I squeezed the back of
his neck and said, "Kiss me Chubby". His face gets
red and he's goes, real pissed-off like, "I fucking
warned you against saying stuff like that out in the
open!" he's swinging his head around looking for
people who might have overheard... but, no one within
two blocks of us. Seeing me smirk, he knew I was just
breaking his balls a little so he calmed down and
said, "Dylan, you are such a dick sometimes" and he
reached over and squeezed my hand like he'll do
sometimes... now when he does it my cock flips around
some. We talked about last night's Red Sox game the
rest of the way to school. No mention of our two hour
intimate evening or our special hug or that kiss I
gave him on the side of his head.
My school day started out with me daydreaming about
Chubby, and then later in the day I thought about Carl
and his graduation, and then I thought about his party
this afternoon. First, should I even go... and if I
did go, what might happen there, sex wise. They'll be
a lot of people at the cook-out, adults lounging
around inside the house too... hey, it might be hard
for the three of us to sneak upstairs to Carl's
bedroom. Truth is I didn't know what to expect there
really... but, whatever... I couldn't help thinking
about last Saturday afternoon with me, Larry, and
Carl. Those kind of thoughts are what were swaying my
mind toward going to the party. Boy, last Saturday
was so hot! The memory made my asshole twitch and my
dick twitch and, after awhile, I was atwitter all
over. What to do?... give the party a try, I guess.
Chubby was off doing his window washing, so I walked
home alone after school still trying to make a final,
final decision. My decision, I'm definitely going to
the party. It was a real nice day for a cook out so,
what the hell... if it got awkward or something, I'd
just leave. OK, that was settled. Now what? Oh yeah,
Carl had said I should wear a tie and look
presentable. Soon as I got home I said "Hi" to my
Mom and Tris and told them about the graduation party.
They made a little fuss about a Junior like me
getting invited to a Senior's graduation party... la
dee da!
I took a quick shower and fixed my hair the way Carl
combed it after he'd cut it that time... combed down
on top and up in the front...cute! Ha Ha! I better
brush my teeth because ya never know when a make-out
might be in order. Lastly, a dab of deodorant and a
band aid over this ugly hickey Carl gave me. This
thing is never going away. Mom had ironed me a pair
of light weight khaki slacks while I showered. I wore
the khaki pants with a long-sleeve button down blue
and white striped shirt and a tie with big flowers
all over it. Sandals, without socks, of course. Mom
said I looked nice and then she handed me a Hallmark
"congratulations" card to give to Carl with
twenty-five dollars in it.
Jeez, I'd never given a thought to a gift, but as soon
as Mom heard where I was going she dug up the card
from someplace and wrote a check as a graduation
present. This party better be good for twenty-five
freaking dollars. Mom insisted on driving me so I
wouldn't get all sweaty from that half hour walk to
Carl's. That was cool, but I insisted she let me out
a block down and a block over so no kid would see me
getting out of "Mommy's" car. As soon as I walked
around the block I heard the music... it was a five
piece rock band from the High School. I knew one of
the kids in the band, Harvey Barnheart... he played
lead guitar and he always called me "old man"... he
wasn't from England so maybe he called me that because
my last name is Newman, or maybe he called me that
because he's an asshole.
Last Saturday Carl instructed me to go directly to the
back yard... so that's where I went. It was wicked
crowded back there, but except for the lead guitar
player and Carl's fat sister, I didn't see anyone I
knew. Then Susan Kyle, from the school newspaper,
came over and said, "Hi, boss. Nice to see you." She
called me boss because Carl got me the job of senior
editor, which is the job he'd had for the last two
years. Susan would be a senior reporter on next year's
staff. We talked about the newspaper for a little bit
then someone called her away and Carl materialized
from the crowd and waved me over. He appeared to be
holding court with three adults... none of whom I
knew.
When I got there Carl and I did a quick version of the
one arm hug and back pat. He held on to the side of
my neck to whisper, "We good?" and I whispered back,
"Yeah... sorry". The band was loud so no one could
hear our quick words to each other. The man and the
woman next to Carl turned out to be Larry's parents
and they were even worse looking than Larry... they
didn't even have hot bodies to compensate for their
bad looks either... so Larry had one up on them.
Being Larry's parents also made them Carl's, aunt and
uncle, of course. Then I recognized the other lady in
the group, Mrs Ramsey from school. She's the school
newspaper's faculty adviser and she and I talked for a
while about the newspaper just like Susan and I had.
Yawn!!!
After that, Carl's younger sister attacked me and
mussed my hair... that fat bitch! Then Mrs Denton
came over to say she hoped Mr Denton hadn't scared me
too much on the phone Saturday night... "he gets so
testy at times, but his bark is much worse than his
bite and you should feel free to call Carl any time
blah, blah, blah". By now I'd been at the party
about forty five minutes and I was ready to admit
defeat. This sucked! It was worse than simply
boring... it was painful because it's a real mental
strain for me to make small talk with people I really
don't care anything about.
So, admitting defeat, I put the envelope with the gift
check in a pile of gifts on a card table and tried to
make my way to the back gate. Escape without
attracting attention was my goal. On my way I finally
saw Larry... he still wasn't cute, but he was talking
to someone who was... a young looking slim boy about
my height. Larry didn't see me though, so I kept
going. I was almost at the gate when, out of no
where, Dean Byers pats me on the back and says, "Yo,
Newman...sup?" I usually beat guys to the use of that
old standby "sup?". So, I was forced to use another
old standby and go, "Dude!" and we did a rapid one-arm
hug and pat on the back.
Dean sits across from me in Band... not the kind of
band that's playing here at the party, but the school
orchestra that is called "band" for some reason. He's
a senior, but Band has a mixture of grades in each
class which is how we wound up in that class together.
I sort of play Trumpet and the same for Dean. Band
is required or else I could happily do without it. He
led me over for a hamburger from the grill and an a
can of ice tea with lemon. Both things were good and
made me realize I was hungry. For twenty five dollars
I might as well eat my fill. Dean drifted away as I
went back to the grill for a hot dog and a root beer.
Damn, the food off a grill is delicious... wish we had
an outdoor grill at home.
Last bite of the hot dog and I hear, "Hi, you're
Dylan, right." I look around and it's the cute kid
Larry was talking to earlier. I go "Yeah, that's me.
Sup?" He chuckles and says, "Clever conversation
starter" I'm like, "Huh?" He goes, "I'm Willie
Worthington. Larry's roommate at Summersville Prep.
You're Carl's boy, right... I mean Carl's boyfriend...
no offense intended". If this kid wasn't so
interesting to look at I might have slugged him....
Carl's boy, my ass! However, he was interesting
looking so I said, "Yeah, I guess... sorta". Then I
surprised myself by asking, "Are you gay, Willie?"
He says, "You can't tell? Oh, thank you for that.
Larry says I'm so faggy I should wear high heels." I
told him Larry was full of it... that he, Willie,
didn't seem gay as far as I could tell. "I only asked
you that because you seemed to know that I'm Carl's
boy, er... boyfriend. You don't seem gay other than
that, dude."
As it turns out, Willie was Larry's roommate AND his
boyfriend... he said he was Larry's "Bottom" which,
according to my mentor Carl, means he lets Larry fuck
him but he never fucks Larry. Oh, come to think of
it, I guess that makes me Carl's "bottom". Ain't that
a great title? "Carl's bottom". I need to do
something about that, but what? Anyway, this
Willie-bottom-boy has an innocent, pretty face... not
a perfect face like Chubby's, but nice looking and
interesting. First thing I noticed were his very
bright brown eyes that always stared right into my
eyes, but not in an aggressive way at all. As a
matter of fact, there was an innocent tentativeness in
his stare that almost made me want to reassure him
that everything was fine.
He has nice looking, longish light brown hair... not
nearly as long as Larry's, just over the top of
Willie's ears... still, it was like a seventies hair
style I guess you'd have to say. Apparently, if you
go to a private prep school you need to have a longish
seventies haircut. Willie's hair was wavy, not
straight like Larry's, and so it was fuller and looked
real nice... actually, I wanted to run my fingers
through it.
He has a longish nose, but it went fine with his
slightly longish face... slightly longish head too...
not odd looking at all though, just longish. It was
all nice and went together fine and, like I said...
interesting. Very light complexion with a smiley
mouth and a longish chin that also went with
everything else. He has some freckles... they weren't
long though..ha ha..and not too many of them either.
He's quite slim with longish arms and legs. Overall, I
guess you could say, Willie is "longish" in many, many
ways... which made me think about his, hmmm? Well,
you know.
Yes, Willie's longish... but still only a half-inch
taller that me. He was just under five feet eleven
inches tall. That nice manner he had, with the sweet
apologetic look on his face, and even his self
deprecating remark about how Larry said he was so
faggy he should wear heels, was kinda cute too...
everything about him was likable. He'd look away from
me a second, and then he'd look right back and smile.
When he smiled real hard the bridge of his nose
crinkled right where the freckles were... made me
think of a twelve year old boy who was maybe the new
kid on the block, smiling hard, hoping to be liked.
Swear to God, I just wanted to hug him and maybe muss
his hair in a friendly way and try a few of the kisses
on him that his boyfriend, Larry, has taught me to
do... try them out on Willie for awhile.
He asked, "Would you like me to blow you, Dylan?" I
smiled at him assuming this was some kind of a gay
"in" joke. "I'd sure like to" is what he added when
I'd smiled at him. I didn't know what to say to that
so I smiled again, starting to blush now. Willie was
very earnest when he said, "You know you're much too
cute for Carl. You're aware of that, right? You can
do much, much better than Carl." I gulped and said,
"You'll have to forgive me Willie, but I've only been
gay for a couple of months and I don't know how to
talk "gay" yet... you know, I don't get gay jokes or
gay irony or whatever... yet. You know... if ya know
what I mean."
He put his arm around my waist, smiled this wonderful
sweet smile, and hugged me into his stomach saying,
"You're very delightful. I hope you're not putting me
on with that comment because I love this naive
personality of your's." He put his face next to mine
and whispered, "Here's a secret... you're the cutest
boy I've ever talked with, let alone hugged". I gulped
again and looked around, no one was paying the least
bit of attention to us. I'd been walking toward a
trash barrel to drop off my paper plate and root beer
cup when Willie intercepted me so we were at the back
side of the garage... the party was mostly along the
side yard.
When he said that comment about me being the cutest
boy he'd ever talked to, his face almost touched mine,
and being that close to him I smelled alcohol on his
breath... his breath smelled like Chubby's had smelled
when we found that vodka last summer and drank it with
lemonade. I asked, "Have you been drinking, Willie?"
He told me sure he had, everyone was drinking. There
were two big bowls of adult punch and he led me to one
of them over near a table full of snacks, then he got
both of us a cup of that cold, rum and vodka-spiked,
red punch... I had to look twice to believe my eyes,
but sure enough there was a partially dissolved pint
of raspberry sherbet floating in the bowl.
Taking a sip of that sweet concoction, Willie made a
face and then asked again, "Would you like me to blow
you, Dylan? I'm serious." Once again I had this
dumb, confused look on my face. Willie goes, "Oh,
it's OK. Larry said it was OK, and Carl goes along
with Larry on things so it's OK with them. I know
that they're going to give it to you up the rear-end
later, but until then I was hoping you'd let me blow
you." I didn't know how to react. Is he dumping on
me or something? So, not knowing the right thing to
say or do, I acted belligerently and said crassly,
"Yeah, I get it already, I'm not stupid, ya know! You
don't need to say it ten times. I get it already,
you'd like to blow me."
Willie looked up from his cup and got very contrite,
"Oh, I'm sorry to upset you, Dylan. I just thought,
you know... we could you know. Hey, you can blow me
if that's what you'd rather do. Oh, except Larry
won't want me to let you. He says he likes watching
me ejaculate when he's fucking me... that's what he
says anyway." My recently formed hot temper had
over-reacted once more and I apologized right back at
Willie. Then I got this urge and said, "Why don't we
keep it simple? How about you and me try making out
together... I'd like that a lot." He did his great
smile again... the one with his nose crinkling at the
bridge like a little kid, and said, "It isn't an act,
is it? You're really, really like this. Oh my God,
you're too innocent and cute to be real... but you
are. Sure, I'll make out with you and I know just the
place."
He had his arm around the back of my waist and we
started walking like that, with him steering me....
sort of like a boy might walk with his girlfriend. It
was very uncomfortable and I again looked around to
see who was watching us because it was not the way two
guys should walk together. Maybe this is what Larry
meant about Willie acting real gay. The only people
looking in our direction were our so called "tops",
Larry and Carl. Carl smirked at Larry and nodded his
head in our direction... then they both shook their
heads back and forth at us slowly in a humorous
manner, like... kids, what are ya going to do? I got
goofy and, trying to be funny, twiddled my fingers at
those two guys while I kind of laid my head over on
Willie's shoulder... they actually laughed.
Willie was as relaxed as can be, or perhaps he's just
oblivious, as he chatted away asking questions. He
wanted to know if I ever topped anyone and, of course
the answer to that is "no"... then he said, "If you've
only been gay for a couple of months, what'd you do
about sex before that? I told him, "Nothing really,
Willie. My best bud and I just hung out". Did I date
girls before that? and again the answer was "no". He
seemed sincerely interested in the answers. Although
we'd only known each other for ten minutes we had an
almost instant rapport ... I really liked him right
from the start and that can only happen when the other
guy is giving off obvious signals that he liked you
right from the start too.
Looking at Willie talk, I grinned to myself
thinking... just two "bottoms" bonding. Willie told
me that a good spot for our make-out would be the
pantry right inside the back door, next to the
kitchen. It didn't sound like a very promising spot
to me, but just as we started walking over to check it
out we heard a whistle that made Willie immediately
turn his head. He said, "That's Larry's whistle" and
sure enough Larry had walked half way toward us and
was now doing that "come here" motion with his index
finger.
Willie said, "Let's get going. They want us for
something" and he started jogging toward Larry. I
spotted Carl quite a ways behind Larry just stand
there with his hands on his hips looking impatient. I
started jogging too. About twenty yards is all we had
to go and when we got there, Larry says, "Glad I
caught you two. Carl says this is a good
opportunity... with everyone in line for the main
buffet, you two can slip on up to Carl's bedroom. I
believe you know the way, Dylan... don't ya?" I
nodded my head and Larry chuckled and said, "Of course
you do. Well, get going then" and he smacked Willie's
ass hard, but he was grinning when he did it. Larry
seemed looser today then he was at my house... he
seemed more comfortable. Willie took off toward the
side entrance at a run and I followed him.
We encountered no one from there to Carl's bedroom. I
hadn't been in Carl's bedroom for a while now, but it
felt like a familiar place to me. I had mostly all
good memories here. Being in his room made me think
again about all the things Carl's done for me... and
sure, I know he did most of it for his own reasons,
but still, without Carl taking me under his wing I'd
be just a frustrated teen struggling with who I am.
At least now I know I'm gay... and I know I really
like being gay too. Yeah, I feel close to Carl and I
definitely "owe" him big time.
Of course, the way I feel about Carl is nothing at all
like my feelings for Chubby... miles apart in that
regard. I think I love Chubby or something damn close
to it and that's something very different from my
feelings for Carl. I ran my hand over Carl's desk
remembering my first time here almost three months
ago. I feel close to Carl in a special way. Willie
was peeing in the little bathroom next to Carl's
walk-in closet which made me think about that time
Carl had me shave his pubes in that bathroom ... I
didn't like him all that much back then.
I was feeling good. It was a combination of meeting
Willie and of being back in Carl's bedroom. Just
being here caused my dick to be firmer than usual...
not a boner by a long shot, but firmer than usual.
Willie, walking toward me, said, "Um, Dylan... I all
of a sudden feel shy, just the two of us here". I told
him I felt a little awkward too, but that maybe a kiss
would help both of us. He smiled and I noticed his
nice teeth. Seems like now-a-days we all have pretty
nice teeth. Willie's were so perfectly even I just
know he wore braces as a kid... like I did, for two
long years. As we wandered slowly toward each other, I
asked him about the braces and he said, "Sure. You
did too, right?" We were close now and he reached out
his hand... it's was an involuntary reaction to reach
mine out to him, but I'm glad I did because it felt so
nice holding his hand. It was real smooth and soft...
mine too, we don't do much heavy lifting.
My other arm was around his neck and his other arm was
around my waist. We did the sweetest kiss... just on
each other's lips, no tongue. His bright brown eyes
were beautiful... our next kiss was a wet one. He let
go of my hand and cupping the back of my head to hold
me in place for our sexy kisses. He wasn't as
talented at kissing as Larry is, but neither am I.
That being said, kissing with Willie was much more
sexy to me because I already liked him more than I
liked Larry. That taught me something important, but
I didn't realize it until much later. Once Willie got
us started on hot kisses our bodies were pressed up
against each other and our moaning may have been
slightly embarrassing to us if someone else had heard
it. I loved his lips, tongue, and all around inside
his mouth. The initial sweetish alcohol taste in our
mouths from the spiked punch was replaced with natural
saliva taste after a few minutes of making-out.
My fingers running through his hair, our crotches
rubbing against each other, the smell and the taste
and the feel of him was magical.... this is how I
imagined it would be to make-out with Chubby... Oh
man! if only that could happen some day. But, for
now... even though I'd only known Willie this short
time he became the first boy in my life that I was
fond of AND was making-out with. It was different
than making-out just for that hot sexy feeling like I
did with Larry... definitely a few steps up from that.
I wanted to climb inside Willie... it was hard to
get enough tastes of him, or to feel enough of his
body or smell his clean boyish smell enough. None of
those things applied when I made-out with Larry and
Carl.
Willie and me had our faces side by side, covered in
spit, while catching our breath. Then Willie mumbled,
"You get me so hot Dylan, I can't believe how lucky I
am to be making out with someone as cute as you." I
was thinking... me? He's feeling lucky to be with me?
WOW! That's cool, but before I could revel in this
new concept of myself, there was a quiet knock on the
bedroom door. Willie and me looked at each other with
concern, but then we heard a low, "It's me... unlock
the fucking door"... the voice sounding suspiciously
like Larry's.
We did one last kiss and Willie smiled at me so
sweetly I had to grab hold of his head and kiss him on
his lips again. Apparently Willie was a "hop to it"
guy whenever Larry gave an order though... at the
sound of the knock he looked over at the door with a
sense of urgency etched on his face and after our last
hasty kisses he broke away to hustle over to let Larry
in. My dick was semi-hard from our short make-out...
Willie was really something.
Still panting a little from kissing with Willie, I
watched Larry come in, without Carl. Larry spoke
quickly, "Carl's tied up a little while longer, but
I'll get us started". Then he noticed our flushed
faces and quick breaths... he said, with a smirk
"Aren't you two the cutest things... a little
hanky-panky while your "tops" are busy, huh? OK
girls, but get undressed quickly now... we really are
short on time." Larry was undoing his tie and pulling
his shirt out as he spoke. His speech wasn't slurred,
but it was loose. Obviously he'd been sampling that
adult punch... probably a number of samplings.
Willie and I both unbuttoned our shirt collars so we
could take our ties off without untying them. It made
me undress faster from just watching Willie because
when Larry said hurry, Willie hurried. I had some
interest in Willie's dick and sure enough, like the
rest of him, it was "longish". Long, but not fat...
he had a regular pubic patch except his pubes were
light brown like his hair, not dark like most guys.
Willie had some interest in me too and when he saw my
shaved pubes he goes, "Cool" while he pulled his socks
off... and, ta da!.. he was completely naked...
looking absolutely delicious.
Larry was naked by now too and was rustling-up a
condom and some lube from the cabinet under Carl's
bathroom sink. I stared mostly at Willie. He's very
slim... not much body definition, but still a very
attractive, smooth, hairless body... normal hair on
his calves and, once again that word "longish" is
necessary... he has longish feet. I thought, "I'll
bet Chubby would love to suck on those babies". Larry
handed Willie a bath towel and nodded toward Carl's
bed... he then took my short hair between his index
finger and thumb using it to pull my head to his level
saying, "Open up kid' the hair pulling hurt like hell
but I did what he said while smothering a cry of pain
in the process.
Just like Willie's and my mouth had been, Larry's
mouth initially tasted like that sweet spiked punch...
plus, some of Larry's long hairs found their way into
my mouth too, but I was use to that from last time.
As soon as his tongue was in my mouth, I automatically
had both my arms around his neck like he told me to do
last time... except this time I did it without being
told. What a make-out artist he is. My semi-boner
became a full-blown boner pretty fast, but funny
thing... even though I got hotter, quicker, with
Larry... still, I enjoyed making-out with Willie
more... go figure.
The make-out didn't last long. Larry pulled his mouth
slightly away from my lips and talking close to my
face said, "Suck me off a bit, kid" and then he
snapped at Willie, "What are you staring at Willie,
get the towel laid out and get yourself in position...
you know the drill." I went down on my knees and
sucked Larry's cock... another nice penis for sure,
maybe closer to seven inches than six and a half...
mmmmm, good. Then I began thinking about how Willie's
willy might taste... he was busy mysteriously
arranging the towel over the edge of the mattress.
When it was just right he bent over and leaned on the
bed with his forearms and forehead... his ass sticking
up in the air and his legs slightly spread and bent at
the knees. Probably bending his knees because he's a
few inches taller than Larry. I'd figured out that the
towel was to catch Willie's and my cum when we shot
off our loads getting fucked by our "tops"... the
towel was half on the top of the mattress where Willie
rested his head, and the rest hung down the side of
the mattress, about cock level. This must be how
these two do it in their dorm room.
Only needed to suck Larry for two minutes... he got
hard fast from my stroking and sucking. Wheezing a
little, he ordered me, "Get over there next to
Willie... right up against him". I nuzzled against
Willie and duplicated his posture with my forearms on
the bed and my head resting on them.... my ass held up
in the air. Then I peeked at Willie who was peeking
at me... we smiled at each other. I can't get over
how cute that crinkly nose looks on Willie when he
smiles... it's almost like he makes a face and smiles
at the same time... little freckles across his nose
and those bright eyes, super white teeth. Willie took
hold of my hand and held it making another cute face
at me, like he was indicating... "isn't this great!".
With the condom on and all lubed-up, Larry pushed a
lubed finger up Willie's hole, pulled it out, and then
pushed his cock in immediately after. I was looking
back at him and it was something to see... five inches
of hard boner disappeared up inside Willie who cried
out quietly and held my hand tightly. His face was
all squished up with pain now, his forehead pushed
hard against mine while he made some sounds of
discomfort. Larry leaned over and smacked the back
of Willie's head hard, hissing "Quiet, we're in Carl's
bedroom for Christ sake, not our dorm room". Willie
yipped quietly at the head smack, but kept future
noises very low.
>From past experiences with Larry's I knew that his
boner is close to seven inches long, not five inches.
It had gotten hung-up on something in Willie's hole
at the five inch mark though. Larry pulled almost all
the way out and then roughly shoves it right back up
inside Willie again, who was busy with the effort of
forcing lots of air out between his teeth... it
sounded like steam escaping a valve. Larry's cock
was still showing about two inches outside Willie's
tunnel so he calmly gripping Willies hips, pulled them
up slightly, and was then able to steadily push in
the last two inches of his boner. Willie's face
turned pale and I heard his low groan of pain... then
a soft "plop" sound as Larry's big nuts flopped low
against Willie's buttocks.
Willie was definitely hurting... his forehead was hot
and sweaty against mine and both his hands were
crushing my right hand. Larry withdrew his cock and
then humped the entire seven inches smoothly right
back up into Willie. Full seven inch humping
proceeded steadily now and after a half dozen or so,
Willie's face began to relax and his grip on my hand
became just "holding hands" again... the pain was
fading. He did a long exhale and opened his eyes to
look into mine. A little smile on his lips and I
smiled encouragingly back at him. His pretty,
light-brown hair stuck to the perspiration on his
forehead. I really liked this boy... he had a certain
something that I can't articulate.
There was a subtle "smack" "smack" "smack" sound as
they fucked and after a bit Larry grunted out, "I love
your boy-pussy, Willie." Willie looked at me and
raised his eyebrows like he was so proud of the
compliment. All the pain a thing of the past now... I
watched in fascination as that long penis of Willie's
grew under him before my very eyes. The harder he was
fucked the harder and harder it got until it was
parallel with his belly. His boner's head at the end
of that great looking boner just touched the towel
draped there on the edge of the bed. The tip of the
head backed away from the towel when Larry pulled out
and bumped into the towel with each of Larry's rough
penetrations.
Willie moaned with the feel of it all, and as for me,
I was getting hard and hot from just looking at his
long boner. Larry really was humping that boy-pussy of
Willie's now. I've given-up complaining about calling
it that, if these boys wanted to call Willie's and my
asshole "boy-pussy", so be it. Making a low grunt
each time his head rocked forward on the mattress from
the penetration... "Uh..uh..uh..uh. , feeling oh so
fine and then, just like that, Larry pulls his boner
all the way out with Willie doing a low, "Ohhhhhh...
noooo". A hard slap on Willie's ass followed with
Larry going, "Shhh". Willie yipped again when his
bare ass was spanked, but the yip was done so quietly
I could hardly hear it.... the ass smack was the
loudest sound in the room.
Looking back, Larry's cock sticking straight out of
his thick bush was bigger than ever, shiny with
lubrication and ass-tunnel juices from Willie's hole.
Larry's face was flushed, but his eyes were bright and
there's a tiny grin on his lips. He side-steps
casually over and grabs hold of my hips. I feel the
slimy, slippery condom covered boner against my hole
for just a second and then the bright lights go on in
my head as the pain flashes with each inch of cock
forced up my ass... all seven inches of it. Now I'm
gripping Willie's hand and doing everything I can to
keep from crying out in pain.
Larry is relentless with his fucking technique though,
so I don't expect any mercy. He'd be treating me just
like I witnessed him treating Willie. And, just like
Willie, I survived through the rough part to feel the
pleasure part. I'd had my own boner before Larry
forced his cock up my ass, but it went down with the
onslaught of that initial penetration. A soft cock
wasn't going to be soft for long though because just
the thought of having Larry's slippery boner up my ass
right after it had been up Willie's ass started my
dick to tighten-up again pretty quickly.
Then Larry really got into a rhythm fucking me with a
hand on each of my shoulders pulling me back into each
of his thrusts. It was a hot, fabulous feeling and my
boner was back up to one hundred percent in no time...
and aching from being so hard. My head was jerking
around on the towel with my eyes open looking into
Willie pretty bright brown eyes which were very big
and shiny as he watched me getting fucked. Willie
would lick around his lips with each drive of Larry's
seven inch boner up my boy-pussy, the accompanying
"splat" sound of his crotch smacking into my buttocks
punctuating each hump. I was beginning to feel my
nuts tighten-up and I love that feeling of getting
ready to cum... then the door opened and Carl says,
"Ain't that a picture!".
Larry slowed up his fucking and I wanted to yell, "No,
please don't stop!" I was one minute from cuming. But
instead of saying that, I just whimpered with pleasure
while Willie wiped my forehead with his hand and
smiled, showing me that sweet manner he has as he
whispered, "Don't Larry fuck good?" ... I thought that
Willie's not faggy-acting. Larry's just wrong about
that. Willie's a great boy and will make a great
friend. With Carl getting out of his clothes quickly,
Larry grunted out, "We're so freaking lucky, Carl.
These are two fine boy-pussys we got here and they
simply love being fucked." Carl says, "Yeah, but
they're lucky to have us too... move over one spot
dude." I almost squealed when Larry pulled his boner
out of me.
As Carl casually played with his cock waiting
impatiently for Larry to be clear of me Willie got his
ass back up in the air ready to be fucked some more.
I stared at that big cock of Larry's... it was covered
and dripping with a combination of Willie's and my
ass juices mixed now with the original lube. I
watched in fascination as it went right back up inside
Willie with Willie making that steam engine sound
again through his teeth. Carl was paying only a
little attention to that... he grabbed hold of the
back of my neck and pulled me up to give a big sloppy
kiss and then his tongue went in my mouth and he
sucked on my tongue... then some French kisses. He
had me wrapped-up in his arms, my arms trapped against
my sides, as he licked and kissed my face and mouth.
Stopping for just a second to pull the band aid off my
hickey, he chuckled at the still red bump, sucked on
it till he got it sticking up again and stinging
again, and then he went back to our make-out.
He must have like an instant "on" button because Carl
was immediately hot for my mouth... no warm-up period
necessary, and he was sort of rough with his kisses
too... that fat boy is strong and each time I"m with
him he seems to be more confidant in how he wants to
handle me. He isn't asking me if anythings "OK?"
anymore! After a rather short, but very hot make-out,
he licked up the front of my nose saturating my
nostrils with a ridiculous amount of our mixed saliva
and said, "Get on your knees Dylan and suck my
cock... get me hard for your pussy". There's that
word again, but it's just a word. Carl held me behind
my neck with one hand and with the other rubbed up my
forehead with the palm of his hand and then mussed my
hair saying, "Your hair looked better the way I cut
it."
Biting my lip, thinking what to say to that when Carl
added, "Unfortunately, we really only got about five
minutes more here, Dylan, so I need to do you quick.
They'll be looking for me at the party." I got around
on my knees real fast and turned Carl's semi-limp cock
into a boner in less than a minute... sucking and
stroking it like mad. His cock has the best head of
any cock I've seen. Very bulbous and great to suck...
I really liked sucking Carl's cock...it gave me an
instant boner having it in my mouth. Today it was
too soon when Carl said, "OK, OK.. That's good
enough, get over there next to Willie now". As I was
getting up Carl smacked my ass real hard just like
Larry had done to Willie... I too yipped quietly...
just like Willie had. Guess us "bottoms" need a smack
on our ass once in a while to get us moving. Stroking
my boner, I hustling over to the bed.
Ya know, I think the head on Carl's boner is the major
reason he fucks me so good... that's my latest theory
anyway. His penis is a little bit smaller than mine,
but that tulip shaped head that I love so much is
larger and firmer than mine. It's great to suck on
and it feels great up my ass. That Carl... I got to
hand it to him, he predicted a lot of things about me
that have happened just like he said they would,
including that I'd have a "thing" for him and now I
need to admit that I really do have one. It's not
just the sex any more either. I admire the way he
handles himself... the way he handles me too... I look
up to him.
I look up to him for a number of reasons, some that
are hard to describe... for example, he seems to know
when to back off and when to press his point... when
to be gentle and when to be tough. This goes way back
to our first interactions... he doesn't mind letting
me think I'm getting my way because in the end it
always winds up me doing it Carl's way. And, I'm
really liking that too. His secret, I think, is to
encourage me to underestimate him, and thereby relax
my guard, and the next thing I know I'm calling him
every day to try to get together with him, just like
he wants me to do. I never would have believed this
was possible a few months back. Yeah, that Carl is a
lot more clever than I ever gave him credit for... and
he fucks me real good too.
While I was quickly thinking about those things, I got
right next to Willie like I was told... Willie and my
side touching from our torsos, sides of our buttock
and all the way down our thighs... even to the sides
our our feet. It really added to the thrill of
getting fucked when someone you like is right next to
you getting fucked too... a shared experience. That
must be what Willie was smiling about a while ago
seeming to say... "isn't this great?" Yeah, it is!
As soon as I was next to him Willie immediately took
my hand again and we held hands. He gave a quick look
over to me, with his cute little smile, as Larry
resumed methodically fucking his ass. Shortly,
Willie's eyes glazed over slightly... he squirmed in
pleasure from the deep, rhythmic fucking.
While Carl lubed his bare cock I snuck a peek back at
Larry... he had hold of the top of Willie's
shoulders and was using all of that seven inches of
boner to plow Willie's ass with a bit of force behind
each thrust. Willie would push his ass back toward
Larry when the cock was going in and then he moaned
quietly as it was coming out. Larry's eyes closed
lightly, sweat on his forehead, his tongue slowly
licking his lips and, all the time... that hypnotic,
ballet like thrusting of his hips. It was so cool to
watch Willie and Larry enjoy their sex together. Just
as I felt the tip of Carl's boner at the entrance to
my hole, Larry made an "O" with his lips and blew a
lot of air out of his lungs, then said, " I'm getting
close" as he began picking-up the speed of those
thrusts... another smile on Willie's lips and now his
tongue was out now too, darting around those smiley
lips. It made me smile too, just watching his facial
expression... that boy loved getting fucked.
My smile turned into a grimace when Carl humped his
fat hips hard, one time, and pile drove that great
head of his cock past my sphincter ring and pushed it
all the was up till his shaved crotch was flat against
my hairless ass, "Ooof" I quietly groaned... Carl
pulled back and slammed back up inside me and then
again and a forth time... sliding in and out more
easily now. By the fourth penetration I was imitating
Willie and pushing backward in my eagerness to have
Carl's boner further up inside me. It didn't take
much to loosen me up after the fucking Larry had given
my ass ten minutes ago.
That big cock head of Carl's didn't disappoint and
within two minutes saliva was all over my chin, I was
holding Willie's hand with both of mine, my face
against Willie's as I moaned out "feels so good
Carl... Carl... right there Carl". I hate that I do
embarrassing crying out like that, but at those times
when he's fucking me it just happens on it's own.
Carl, of course, loves hearing my pathetic moans of
pleasure. When Carl fucks Larry, Larry makes the
same sort of whining pleas to Carl that I do... it
helped to lessen the embarrassment knowing that, but I
still wish I could stop myself from doing it.
As far as I know Carl hasn't done this next thing to
Larry... showing me he's hearing my pleas, Carl pulled
his cock almost all the way out of me for a few
seconds and gave my ass three hard smacks with the
palm of his hand that really made by ass cheeks sting
and the surprised of it gots me gulping.. which, in
turn, causes some spit to get in my windpipe making
me choke. Chuckling at my discomfort Carl started
fucking me again and now the contrast between the
spanking and the fabulous feel of being fucked makes
it all the hotter for me. Even more moaning, whining,
cries from me after the spanking, "Carl, oh yeah..
more Carl.. harder.. oh Carl...it feels so good Carl".
By now I'm basically mumbling my cries of pleasure to
Carl and I'm pretty much into my own world. My head
lulling toward Willie... his head jerking around on
the bed as Larry intensifies the rabbit quick fucking
that's leading him to his climax. Finally Willie goes
"Ohhhhh... God" as cum spurts out of that long thin
cock of his... spurt after spurt. Willie's face is
real pink.. he goes, "Ohhh" with each spurt of cum.
The sounds and sights and smell of it all jerks me out
of my coma of pleasure. I'ts so freaking hot getting
fucked together!
My nuts are already hard round stones against my belly
when Carl moved his big fat thighs on the outside of
my legs, wraps his arms around my chest at my nipples
and pulls me up against his fat stomach and chest and,
just like the make-out earlier, my arms are pinned to
my sides. His head is bent down along side mine
covering the right side of my face completely. If you
looked at us from that side it would almost look like
Carl was hugging himself... the only part of me that
was really visible was my pipe-hard boner sticking
straight out from my shaved crotch. Carl enveloped me
so completely it was another one of those totally
dominated feelings that make me want to surrender to
his wishes... it was just like that time last Saturday
when he'd laid on top of me while fucking me. I felt
so docile inside all that fat, so safe, so taken care
of... but mostly so sexually excited by Carl's
dominant constant, fast, hip movement which smoothly
generated four to five inches of continual cock
humping up and down of my hole.
With his strong left hand he moved my head upward and
to the side so he could get to my mouth and French
kiss with me as his fucking began an increasingly fast
rate of penetration. It's the best sexual state I've
been in so far in my life and really made be recognize
that I'm damn lucky to be Carl's boy... I'm
thinking... nothing wrong with being Carl's boy. My
voice started making a wheezy "Eeeeeeee" sound as cum
shot up from my almost invisible nuts pouring up and
out my boner pee slit with a burning sensation. It
was like peeing hot cum. My third string of pee/cum
was accompanied by a gush of cum up my ass as Carl
climaxed. He was lightly biting the hickey on my neck
with each gush of cum he shot inside me... the cum
drooled out around his boner and ran down the inside
of both my thighs as fast as he shot it up there..
That awesome cumy squishy slippery feeling of being
filled up with a boy's sperm and the sloppy sounds it
makes as he keeps fucking me had be squirming with
sexual sensations from head to toe.
This was a lightning and thunder climax for me... the
kind of climax I'd read about and it made me want to
snuggle into Carl's fat body deeper even as my climax
was winding down. In the back of my mind I vaguely was
thinking... there is simply no way I'm going to find
someone else that can equal the sexual pleasure Carl
lays on me... no way. I nuzzled the back of my head
against his shoulder and sighed contentedly. No
kidding, I forgot Willie and Larry were even in the
room... just for a minute it was Carl and me alone in
the universe. He completely owned me.
"Holy shit, that was hot" Carl was saying the words in
between catching his breath, "whoa! Ok, but Dylan...
that's going to have to be it for today dude, I gotta
run". I'm like, "No Carl, not yet" it sounded like a
whine even to me, but I'd just had the best sexual
experience in my "inexperienced" life so far. I
quickly turned around facing him and hugged him... my
arms didn't quite reach all the way around his body.
Larry said, "Didn't I tell you, Carl? He's yours for
as long as you want him. You really broke him right.
God damn, you're good!" Larry was getting dressed and
the sound of his voice brought be back to reality.
Carl had a hand on each of my arms prying them from
around his body chuckling before saying to Larry,
"Yeah, he's come around pretty good. He still needs
some reinforced encouragement... if you get my drift."
Larry finished tying his tie saying, "That's always
a good time. Willie actually likes his discipline
now... except when it's necessary to take it up a
notch." Carl mumbled, "So do you, Larry."
My head cleared and it hit me that I was acting like
such a dink.. whining and begging like a teenage girl
with a crush...I felt like a complete fool.
Sheepishly looking over at Willie who had his boxer
shorts and pants on by now, but was holding his dress
shirt in his hand just staring at me with a puzzled
look on his face. Jeez, I blushed like crazy and
muttered, "I'm sorry for acting like a dork, but I'm
new to this and it really got me all excited. I'll
get better. Sorry, Carl". Carl said, "You're fine as
you are, Dylan" and he patted the top of my head, then
said, "Listen you two, Larry and me are going to
have you two girls up to the summer house in Maine for
a few weekends this summer. How's that sound?"
Everyone was smiling because we all wanted to get
together again... that made me feel so good.
Willie was ecstatic, stuttering as he tried to say,
"Re, re, real, really, Carl?" Carl assured him he was
serious and that we'd be getting a call for directions
and all that... probably the middle of June for our
first weekender. Willie and I made faces at each
other and couldn't hold back the smiles. To myself I
thought... those three all accept the reality of a
summer house, private schools, BMWs, and all that
rich-man's stuff as every day business-as-usual...
they were just looking forward, mostly, to the sex and
the normal fun they're use to. I was looking forward
to the sex for sure, but also the other stuff was new
and thrilling for me. A motor boat, house on the
ocean with their own beach... come on! That rocks!
Carl said that Willie and me could get up there on a
Grayhound bus if need be. I thought to myself, "after
the bus ride... I'd be living like a rich person"...ha
ha! I was very excited. Hey, maybe Willie and I can
hold hands on the bus ride all the way to Maine...
holding hands is another new thing that I noticed
really get's my dick to twitching... especially
holding hands with Willie.
************second half of Part
4***************
By the time we were over the excitement of the
upcoming visit to Carl and Larry's parent's summer
house everyone had gotten dressed but me. I was still
standing there with Carl's cum running from my
asshole, down my legs. I guess I was so use to being
told what to do when I'm with Carl and Larry I was
waiting for orders. Carl said, "You two can hang
around now for a while getting something to eat, but
not too long after that and don't hook up with Larry
and me again today. Got it?" Willie and I nodded our
heads that we understood... Carl looked at me saying,
"And Dylan, get your ass in the bathroom and clean
yourself up. For Christ sake, are you ten years
old?". I said, "Oh yeah, sorry. Right away Carl" and
that's what I did. When I came out of the bathroom,
both Larry and Carl were gone. Willie was sitting in
Carl's desk chair doing something on the computer. He
looked up and said, "We don't need to take a bus up
there Dylan. I'll drive my car." I go, "Cool!"
If I had been alone in the bedroom right then I would
have gotten in Carl's bed naked and rolled around in
those same sheets he'd slept in. That's how hot the
thought of him made me... then, after rolling around
in the sheets I'd jerked myself off thinking about
that quick, but still, unbelievably sexy fucking he
just did to me. Just when I think it's not possible
to reach a higher level of sexual satisfaction, Carl
proves me wrong and takes me there.
Recently I've learned, through experiencing it, how
flexible a person's perspective is... for example, the
way I perceive Chubby now is so much different then it
was two months ago and the same can be said for the
way I see Carl now. Sure he's overweight, but to
me... Carl is one stud gay boy that I admire and look
up to and I'm proud he made me his "boy"... after all
he's done in guiding me and helping me learn my gay
nature, why wouldn't I think he's the greatest? I
guess Larry had helped me too by teaching me how to
make-out with another boy. That's wicked hot too.
And, I'd also learned stuff from Willie.
Those type of gay thoughts made me think of my
hickey... and when I touched it poking out the side of
my neck all red and shiny, it started burning again.
Carl had gotten it redder and more swollen by licking,
sucking and biting it. I'll probably have this
fucking thing all summer... I will for sure if that's
what Carl wants. I was in a bit of a daze,
overwhelmed a little. "Can I help you with anything,
Dylan" I was in the process of putting a bunch of
toilet paper in my jockey shorts to soak up cum
droolings... I told Willie, "No thanks, I'm good".
Done with the toilet paper I asked, "You ever take it
bareback, without a condom, Willie?" He told me he
never had, and as a matter of fact the only person
who's ever fucked him is Larry and, oh yeah, of
course, occasionally Carl... always with a condom. I
learned that Larry had unprotected sex when he was in
his middle teen years and got a scare once from an
aids test that showed a "positive" result. A retake
proved that to be inaccurate, but since then he's
always used a condom. Carl mostly fucks Larry so he
makes sure he's always using a condom too. Willie
inferred that Carl wasn't totally trusting of that
second test.
I thought... so Carl knows he's safe, and I'm safe,
and the same for Willie, but a condom is always used
except when Carl fucks me... what's that all about?
Then I realized that Larry fucking both Willie and me
using the same condom protected Larry but not Willie
or me. Luckily we're both clean. Fully dressed now,
Willie and I snuck down the back stairs, out the front
door and around the opposite side of the house from
the party. We eventually ended up where we'd started
from way back when Willie had first approached me.
Now Willie says, "Let's get a plate of food Dylan" and
that's what we did. Our neckties were pulled loosely
away from our necks, but other than that we still
looked respectable. That mattered to me because Carl
might see me and he expected me to look respectable,
and I wanted to. Oh hell, I tightened the knot of my
tie up to my throat, why take a chance of
disrespecting Carl's wishes.
Willie and I ate our food sitting on the back steps,
away from the main party. The band was playing slow
selections, but the crowd was noisier then ever...
most of them had been drinking either that spiked
punch or beer, all afternoon. Neither Willie or I knew
anyone out there that we wanted to hook up with so we
stayed by ourselves, out of the way. In great detail
we went over how our "tops" had fucked us and we both
agreed it was the hottest thing ever to be fucked
together like that. Willie liked to describe every
different feeling he had and then he drifted into how
he was wicked proud to be Larry's bottom. He said he
knew Larry wasn't the cutest boy at Prep school, but
he was very much a main part of the "in" crowd and it
was fun to ride his coat tails around campus. Plus,
nobody messed with Willie because he was Larry's boy.
Also I learned it wasn't all that unusual for certain
confident types to have their "boy" at Sommersville
Prep.
He liked to talk and, partially because of that
youthful sounding voice, it was pleasant listening to
him. Also I liked to look at his face and I tried to
get him to smile every once in a while because his
little-boy, crinkly nose was adorable... he didn't
have a clue how cute he was. He thought it was a
thrill to be with someone as cute as me, Ha! ... he
should look in the mirror once in a while. I finished
the last of my dinner plate... it had been delicious..
sliced honey of a ham, baked beans, potato salad, cole
slaw, barbecue chicken and a slice of watermelon.
Both Willie and I could eat a lot even though we were
both quite slim. After eating, Willie became more
introspective and instead of talking non-stop, he
could be real quiet for minutes at a time.
When he scraped his plate clean I took both out empty
paper plates to the trash barrel and dumped them, then
came back and sat on the step next to Willie again...
we were both quiet for a couple minutes, just
listening to the music. Shortly, Willie looked away
and quietly said, "I almost shot my load when Larry
pushed his cock back up my ass that last time... ya
know, because he'd just had it up your boy-pussy,
Dylan." I could see the color rising on the side of
his face so I turned my head, pretending to look at
something in the trees. I was feeling self conscious
about the way he builds me up to be so special... I
go, "Yeah, me too". Willie said, "You make me hot
just sitting next to you. Anybody ever tell you that
before?" I blew some air out and told him, "No, I
don't believe anyone ever has" and he said, "Oh".
He liked touching me when sitting, standing or
walking. I liked it too. That quality he had... that
mysterious, uniquely likable characteristic that I
couldn't put my finger on... hell, maybe it wasn't one
thing but rather many things all added together...
whatever it was, it made me feel close to him, which
is weird since I hardly knew him. Sitting on the
steps, not talking again, Willie casually put his arm
around the back of my waist, like he did before, and
pulled me into him gently and then just sat there next
to me... leaving his arm like that. It was so
different... reminded me of a fourteen year old boy
on his first date with his first girlfriend.
Unfortunately, in that example I'm the girlfriend, but
who cares... I liked his arm around my waist. I
looked sideways at him and he turned to look at me
too... he squeezed my waist tighter, leaned over
while pulling me towards him and kissed me leaving
behind a drop of barbecue sauce from the corner of his
lips ... I licked it into my mouth. Then we went back
to just sitting, him holding me around my waist,
without talking.
After a while I put my arm around his waist too and
got a shy smile as my reward. He said, "Ya think we
might get together sometime, Dylan? I won't see Larry
until that weekend they promised us in Maine." I
said, "Sure Willie, I'd like to. Where do you live?"
He lives in Weston which was maybe the richest town in
Massachusetts... or close to it. Weston was about ten
miles from Framingham, where I live. Willie just
finished his sophomore year, but was only slighly
younger than me... he'll be eighteen soon after I turn
eighteen. It was a quirky thing... him being a year
behind me in school, but only a few weeks younger. His
Private school wouldn't allow kids to begin first
grade unless they were six years old before September
of that first year in school. Willie's birthday was
September second so he started his elementary
education a whole year behind me.
Of course, we wouldn't have been in the same classes
even if we were in the same grade because Willie has
gone to private schools from kindergarden to now. Mr
Worthington, Willie's father, is a franchise owner of
four Dunkin Donut locations... so, no wonder he's
rich. I told him the Dunkin Donuts store Chubby and I
go to and asked if his dad owned that one... Willie
shrugged and said, "Who knows". Him and his father
aren't best friends, to put it mildly, and his mother
was rarely at home... she liked to travel. "See the
world" Willie said, wistfully. He didn't have much
of a home life, but he was away at boarding school
most of the time anyway. Willie told me that him and
Larry had been roommates for both years they'd been at
Prep school.
He also told me that their current relationship was
one where he, Willie, more or less idolized Larry.
Willie said that he hadn't been sure if he was gay
until he met his new roommate, Larry, that first day
of his Freshman year. Larry assured Willie that he,
Willie, was in fact... gay. The second night they
were together Larry rather forcefully insisted Willie
suck his cock and a week later Larry began fucking him
regularly. Willie claims it's the single best thing
anyone's ever done for him... it was so special that
Larry went out of his way to show interest in him. He
was appreciative of how Larry took the time to help
Willie see his true gay nature. That was sort of what
Carl had done for me too. I guess both Willie and me
had been looking for someone to take an interest in
us. Maybe I'd even been pouting a little because
Chubby had made other friends at just the right time
for Carl to become a big factor in my life. Willie
appears to have been waiting for someone to take him
under their wing for a long time, well... for forever,
maybe.
We got up and with Willie's arm still around my waist
he led me to the punch bowl and I got another spiked
punch for each of us. We carried them back to our
step to talk some more. By now, I didn't care who saw
us walking like that. Drinking our punch he told me
that Larry could be strict at times, but that Willie
appreciated the fact Larry cared about him enough to
take the trouble. Surprisingly, Willie wasn't at all
embarrassed describing how Larry would spank him from
time to time , "but only when I deserved it, Dylan.
Don't get the wrong idea. Larry's doing it for my
sake... not his."
Later, Willie told me Larry smacks him across his face
once in a while too... for Willie's own good, of
course..."Like when I'm being stubborn or when I'm
nagging, or something. I'm getting better with that
though". Jeez, I though... I guess I got off easy
with Larry and Carl... well, there were a couple of
smacks on my ass, but that's all. Us "bottoms" have
to expect some discipline from our "tops" is what
Willie explained to me. I raised the arm that I had
around Willie's waist to squeeze the back of his neck.
It was real thin, his neck... and the skin was as
smooth and soft as a baby's. My hand traveled up into
his longish hair at the back of his head... it was as
silky as anything I'd ever felt.... made me think of
the way Chubby's hair felt before it was mostly all
cut off by Ricky. I asked Willie why prep school boys
had seventies style haircuts and he said that they
didn't mostly... he had one because Larry wanted him
to. I played with his hair some more and had to
admit, it was kind of sexy long like this.
Considering what Willie had told me about his "top"...
and the discipline, it helped me to understand the
Marine a little better. I guess it's not so unusual
that he was emphasizing the importance of me
respecting the dominant person in our gay
relationship. It's apparently more or less routine in
relationships like ours... of course, I had no idea
that was so at the time. Now I know why I got that
spanking... it's a gay-relationship thing. There's a
lot to learn about the in's and out's of being in a
gay relationship. Good thing I have Carl to help me
through it... and now Larry, and Willie too for that
matter.
Letting go of Willie's hair, I said ... "Jesus,
Willie, it's kind of confusing. You know, these gay
relationships and me not knowing how I'm suppose to
behave at different times. I'm just learning as I go
along." Willie said, "Oh, you'll do OK Dylan. Just
be sure to do what you're told. Those two guys.. our
tops, they really care about us. They're not sadistic
bastards the way some dominant gay guys at school can
be. We're lucky." I nodded my head and then Willie
added, "You are much too cute for Carl, like I told ya
earlier. But he fucks you good and Larry told me Carl
broke you in to his way of thinking just the right way
too, and that's high praise from Larry ... so you
could do worse. But, boy oh boy... you can do better
if you want to. That is, when you know what you're
doing I mean"
Willie told me these things in a very sincere way and
I had to keep that in mind or else some of the things
he said would make me guffaw right in his cute face.
In any case, this was a lot to think about. One thing
for sure... from my point of view, hot gay sex makes
all this other stuff you have to go through worth the
effort, that's number one. And, number two... it's
important for me to realize that if I wasn't Carl's
boy, I wouldn't have experienced any of the hot sexy
climaxes I've had and I wouldn't even have met Willie,
who I bet I'm going to be good friends with. The
point being, you can't learn about gay sex or meet
other gay boys unless you're with a gay boy to start
with... sort of a catch-22. So, this is just another
reason for me to be grateful that Carl took me under
his mentoring wing, and another reason for me to do
like Willie says, "Listen to Carl and do what I'm
told."
Carl's my mentor, as well as my dominant gay partner,
but he hasn't discipline me like Larry does to Willie.
Naturally that discipline thingie was a concern and I
mentioned that to Willie... he misunderstood my
concern and said, "Don't worry, Dylan. Carl will know
when you need help"... Willie used his fingers to make
quotation marks in the air for the word "help", then
finished with, "and you'll need help getting with
the program in the early going... probably in Maine
your backside is going to be pretty sore... but you
can rest assured he'll do his duty with you".
My smirking face was misinterpreted again and Willie
reinforced his comments, "Carl cares about you, I can
tell he does, dude. He's not ignoring you, he's just
busy now. After this party you'll be his project, it
will sting for awhile, but it's damn worth it". Of
course, I wasn't concerned about not being spanked by
Carl or Larry, but rather the exact opposite... that's
my concern. Spanking doesn't really gel with common
sense somehow and I was smirking as if to
indicate.."can we get real here?" Plus, I didn't
mention to Willie that I knew all about how much a
spanking stings... when your ass is spanked by a
Marine, you know it. What the hell, I wasn't
connecting with Willie on this topic so I'll drop it
for now. I'm going to check this shit out on "google"
later.
We'd finished our drinks and Willie handed me his
empty cup and I dumped the cups in the trash. Holding
his arm out, he wanted me to sit back on the step
against his arm again... that did make me chuckle, but
I liked sitting with Willie's arm around my waist so I
got right back in position next to him. He said,
"When we do arrange a time together Dylan, it only
makes sense that I get to be the dominant one first...
just between the two of us I mean? I have more
experience in this area and it might help you when
it's your turn." I laughed and said, "Sure, Willie.
That will be so much freaking fun. You can spank me
and then fuck me?" We both laughed at that, but later
I wondered if he was in fact, joking. I was, of
course... but after thinking about it some, I wasn't
sure if he was. Willie is kind of real naive and
maybe thinks the only possible gay relationship has to
be dominant/submissive. Of course it just might be
that he'll says anything that comes into his head
without ever thinking how it might sound to someone
else.
I usually get squirmy and uncomfortable being with
someone in silence. I mean being with someone you know
and neither of you can think of anything to say.
That's awkward as hell, well unless it's with Chubby.
I don't feel uncomfortable or awkward with Chubby when
we're not talking and, surprise!... I don't feel
uncomfortable with Willie either. He talks and talks,
but then, we'd also sit there for minutes at a time in
silence... Willie with his arm around the back of my
waist holding me against him. It was cosy and sweet.
Every once in a while during our silent periods he
would put his head against the side of my head and
occasionally whispers something, usually it was
something complimentary to me. There wasn't a need to
whisper, but he did anyway.
One time he whispered, "You smell so good, Dylan. Do
you wear a cologne?" I said, "Ah, no. But I did put a
dab of deodorant under each arm just before I left the
house, maybe that's it". He said, "What kind?"
"Old Spice Original Stick" and Willie said, "No,
that's not it. I think it's just you" and he pressed
his longish, but proportioned, nose against the side
of my head and did a big inhale. "It's just your
natural smell, Dylan. Anyone ever tell ya that you
smell deliciously sexy?" I said, "Not that I can
remember" ... he said, "Oh". Then he smelled me again
and went, "Mmmmmm... I'm getting a hard-on." I smiled
and glanced at his crotch, but his pants were bunched
and I couldn't tell if he was kidding me or not.
After we'd been sitting there for quite a long time I
began getting nervous about still being at the party
because Carl told us not to hang around too long
after eating. Willie didn't want me to go though,
"Please Dylan, I got such a fucking crush on you it
hurts my nuts. Make-out with me one more time before
you go". That was a tempting offer so we slipped
around to the far side of the house and he got his
arms around my neck, whispering in my ear, "Make me
cum in my pants, Dylan... then you can go" It made me
pause for a second... the inflection when he said that
was surprisingly demanding. Then in a shy way he
added, "Oh my God, I never thought they'd be a boy
like you in my life." It was funny the way he said,
"make me cum in my pants" almost sounding bossy, but
he follows it right up with something that makes him
seem humble... or unworthy... and that counteracted
the possibility he was giving me an order... he was a
confusing lad. I said, "Making you cum in your pants
might be something Larry can do Willie, but I'm just
learning how to make-out". Willie goes, "Oh".
All that being true enough, making-out with Willie was
still quickly becoming one of the great treats in my
life... so far. He's so honest about his emotions and
so open in his admiration of me that it made me feel
important... like I'm Willie's special treasure, his
fantastic gift. His kisses were becoming more and
more passionate the longer we kissed, much different,
more intense than earlier... hotter then earlier. I
began to wonder who taught who to make-out... did
Larry teach Willie?... or did Willie teach Larry? Oh
my God he got me so hot my eyes were watering... my
balls were churning... my heart was beating like a
drum and my cock was a steel pipe once more. It felt
really good.
For a time he'd concentrate on sucking my lips, one at
a time... his lips sucked my lip away from my teeth
in some kind of a sloppy, sexy kiss... it really got
my dick hard. Then he'd cover my mouth with his lips
and lap my tongue with his, over and over, until I was
moaning and hugging him so tightly our crotches were
totally flattened against each other. His arms around
my neck held my head where he wanted it so he could
change from one kiss to another, all the time making
quiet erotic sounds of pleasure in his throat... it
hypnotized me to some degree. My balls were hard
marbles against my belly as we ground our dicks
together and I was definitely going to cum, and I
wanted to cum, but Willie broke away and whispered, "I
almost passed out Dylan. Forgot to breath. You are
so wonderful I could kiss with you for a week." and
then he nuzzled his chin under mine and licked and
kissed my neck sending chills all over my body.
While he was doing that we heard a loud, "Hey, you
two!' and both our heads were swiveling around looking
for whoever it was who had discovered us... we were
way over at the other side of the house, no one was
in sight. "Fuck, let's walk out front, Dylan. We
been busted." As we walked toward the front he held
my hand. I thought, "If we've been busted, it doesn't
seem to worry Willie much"... he was chatting away
about getting my cell number and putting it on his
iphone. Damn, an iphone cost hundreds of dollars...
it must be nice to have rich parents.
By the time we were at the front of the house my dick
was back to it's normal floppy self. We stood there
exchanging cell numbers and clicking then into our
phones. Willy stood real close to me and it really
was funny... I mean, no one stands six inches in front
of you when you're just talking. Willie does though.
I wanted to tell him that he smells good too and that
I never thought I'd ever be making-out with a boy like
him either, but I didn't. I hated leaving Willie, but
I didn't want Carl getting mad at me for staying too
long... that means I need to leave now. It was that
simple, and starting more conversation with Willie
would delay my departure... for forever, maybe.
Willie put his iphone away and nagged me to go back to
the party for one last cup of spiked punch, but I
insisted I had to get home. He shrugged and made a
face, then said, "Oh, alright. And I know, I'm
nagging and I'm sorry about that. Nagging gets Larry
pissed-off." I couldn't help myself, he was so close
to me I ran my fingers through his clean, longish,
silky hair and grinned at him. I had such a good time
with Willie I didn't want to leave either, but I was
going to. Willie then slapped his hand against his
own hip and said, "Fuck Dylan, I just remembered, I
won't be able to get together with you until probably
after we go to Maine. Friday I'm off for L.A. to
spend time with my grandparents. It's cool out there,
but after meeting you I wish I wasn't going." He
looked so dejected I patted his shoulder and said, "Oh
fuck, me too, but that's only three weeks away,
right?"
At the same time I'm thinking to myself... he just
gets out of boarding school for the summer and his
parent's send him to California three days later?
That sucks! Willie said, "Three weeks seems like a
long time to not see you" and before I could say
anything more he wrapped his arms around my neck and
we made out for a few more minutes... right in front
of Carl's house. Willie didn't seem to give a shit
about anything. My dick was back up to hard by the
time Willie was finally, reluctantly, done, "Bye,
Dylan... I know you need to go. You are so hot,
dude... and I'm so glad we met." I said a quick
goodbye and he jogged back around to the side of the
house where the main party was going on. His eyes were
teary. Damn!
During my walk home I had to smile. It just occurred
to me that Willie, as soon as I left, went right back
to hook-up with Larry... and after Carl had
specifically instructed him not to do that. Looks
like Willie's in for another spanking. That made me
laugh briefly and then I stopped, thinking... that's
not really funny, is it? When ya think about it,
what's this spanking nonsense really all about. Willie
explaining the spanking earlier made it somehow seem
like a routine, necessary, part of gay
relationships... but that surely can't be right for
all gays. I wondered if it would be possible for me
to see Carl real quick before he goes away for the
summer ... just to ask about all this stuff. I'd
really like to know more about the spanking situation
and how, generally speaking, I should act in Maine...
I don't want to make a fool out of myself when I'm
there.
Back home, a little sweaty from the walk, I went in
the bathroom to wash up... the house was empty. Both
Moms had left for the restaurant and Chubby won't be
home from work for another twenty minutes. I got a
drink of koolaid and then figured I better take a
quick shower... you know, to scrub Carl's dried cum
off my ass and off the inside of my legs. I got a
boner while doing that just from thinking about him
fucking me. Oh boy, is it hot getting fucked... and
it was especially hot getting fucked right next to
Willie who was in the process of getting his boy-pussy
plowed too. Oh my goodness, that rocked!
I've decided I'm going to call my ass a boy-pussy
whenever I'm around Carl. I want to show him that I'm
on board with this gay thing and also, that's what he
and Larry call it, so I don't want to make waves.
More thoughts about Carl... the head of Carl's cock
is so excellent. I love it up inside me and I love to
suck it too. It was a great time this afternoon at
the party, but really, we rushed through all the fun
things... they all needed to be longer lasting... I
bet they will be in Maine. I had to marvel and shake
my head in amazement at how much my life has changed
in the past couple of months. The new exciting things
I have to think about now... who would have thought
it three months ago? Awesome!
Chubby was late getting home from work and he was a
little cranky and quiet too. More and more he's like
that when he first gets home from the job. I think
it's wearing him down... that's hard work for a grown
man, never mind little Chubby. I'll asked Robby to
double check and make sure there isn't a job with his
parents this summer for Chubby. As we ate dinner I
told him about the party... every single detail,
except for the all the sex parts and everything I did
with Willie... didn't even mention Willie as a matter
of fact. When I was done Chubby said, "Fuck, Dylan...
that party sounds so boring... what a shame dude.
How'd ya stand it so long?"
Well, of course, before running into Willie it had
been boring as hell, and without the sex, forget
about it! Couldn't tell Chubby about that though. I
just said, "Fabulous food, Chubby. And the spiked
punch I told ya about was good too." He rolled his
eyes like..woop-de-doo!. I ate almost nothing with
Chubby because I was still full from the party... just
wanted to keep him company.
Our evening went as usual, Chubby loosening up as the
night went on. He was very nice to me, telling me how
lucky he was to have me for a best friend and how much
my friendship meant to him. It kind of caught me off
guard because he's usually not that...uh, sentimental,
I guess is the right word. He didn't hump my leg
again tonight... he seems to do that less and less
since getting that job, but he did lay with me in the
recliner watching baseball on TV and the whole time he
bitched about the lack of hitting from the Red Sox
lately... so that was more like the Chubby of old.
During an advertisement, Chubby twisted his head
around and said, "None of us is perfect, Dylan. We
all do things we wished we hadn't done, right?" I
asked, "Like what?" and Chub said, "Like anything. I
mean, hypothetically, if I did something you might
think is gross or disgusting... would you stop being
my best friend?"
He sounded so wounded just then it scared me. "What's
wrong Chubby? Are you in trouble?" He got irritated
then and said, "For Christ sake, I ask a perfectly
understandable hypothetical fucking question that
best friends are probably always asking each other all
the time and you throw a fucking fit. There's nothing
wrong! What could be wrong? For Christ sake, is that
what you think, that I'm doing something wrong? Well,
is it?" This was totally bizarre and I yelled back at
him, "Are you nuts? Why are you mad at me?" We both
had furrowed eyebrows and angry looks on our face.
Then I said, "OK Chubby, here it is... I can't think
of anything in the world that you could do that would
make me not be your best friend. OK?" Chubby said,
"That's all you fucking had to say in the first
place... you didn't have to start accusing me of doing
disgusting stuff."
That job is apparently really getting him down. We
were both quiet for about an hour... it seemed like an
hour, but was actually closer to three minutes.
Chubby mumbles, "Sorry, dude. I don't know why I'm
yelling at you." I told him that was alright and I
hugged his shoulder. He turned into me more and we
had a nice snuggling last three innings watching the
Red Sox lose. The top of Chubby's head was level with
my nose and I enjoyed his boyish smell... and I
enjoyed that his hair was finally growing in some
after that horrible haircut that prick-face Ricky had
given him with the clippers.
On the way to school the next morning, while smoking
our first Marlboro Light together, Chubby says, "You
know how much a "billion" is, Dylan?" I said, "A big
number... a million, millions, I think." He passed
the cigarette to me and says, "Go back one billion
seconds and it's the year 1959, and one billion
minutes ago Jesus was alive on this here earth, and
one billion hours ago the earth was in the stone
age." I said, "Get the fuck out of here." Chubby
goes, "Ya want to bet?" I go, "No fucking way" and
Chubby flicked that cigarette butt completely across
the road... then said, "Fucking A, you don't want to
bet!". I laughed and Chubby grinned that great grin
of his. I love that kid.
The rest of the week following Carl's party was dull
compared to the previous couple of weeks. It was our
last full week of school this year though, so that's a
good thing! I never did call Carl again, mostly
because of the ruckus my last phone call to him had
caused. I'm doing like he told me and waiting for him
to call me. Willie and I talked three times before he
flew out to L.A. He'll be gone for three weeks, living
with his grandparents and sight-seeing with the movie
stars I guess.... as soon as he gets back we're
getting together to make-out, and maybe more... that's
what Willie said. At school, Robby and I talked
every day about the lawn mowing job we'd be doing this
summer. Wow, it was fun thinking about being with
Robbie everyday, getting sweaty together and
all...hahaha. Oh man, is he candy for my eyes.
Thinking about Robby's looks made me realize
something... I'd wasted all my early teen years
oblivious to the hot looking boys all around me. I'd
been ignoring the fantastic looks of boys right next
to me... what a waste. Now-a-days though, thanks
mostly to Carl, I look at and recognize those boys
that possess hot boy-beauty, so hot it can take your
breath away. Carl can say boy-pussy so I'm saying
"boy-beauty". It was so much fun to just look and
dream about maybe doing this or that with some of
these cute boys. Of course, doing anything with them
is highly unlikely because you have to assume almost
every boy I ogled is "straight", not gay. As I said
earlier, if you don't know a gay boy, it's wicked hard
to find one on your own. Once again, thank God for
Carl.
Robbie finally invited me over for another swim on
Saturday... well, actually it was Dodger. All three
of us were talking at Robbie's locker on Friday and
Dodger says, "Can we invite Dylan over for a swim,
Robbie?" Robbie was like, "Oh dude, absolutely.
Saturday morning... we're definitely all over that".
It appears Robbie just never thinks of stuff like
inviting guys over on his own... I'd tried before to
wangle an invite out of him. No luck that time, but
now there's my little buddy Dodger looking out for me.
Dodger and I exchanged smirking looks at the prospect
of swimming together tomorrow. It'll be cool. I can
get half a stiffy from just looking at either Robbie
or Dodger... looking at them together equals a full
blown boner. Man, being a gay teen has it's moments.
Most days I was still running my four miles after
school and each time I ran I stopped in at the rest
area, with my asshole scrubbed of course, but no Tom
Delcarman, no Marine in sight. I gotta admit I was
disappointed every time he wasn't there. When I woke
up Saturday morning, more disappointment... it's
raining cats and dogs... not really, it was pouring
rain though, which meant no swimming with Robbie and
Dodger. Fuck! All my final exams for Junior year
were completed and every paper assignment completed
and turned in.. I was good with school so the entire
day was open in front of me for all the good that
would do me because Chubby was working, Carl was in
Maine and Willie was on the West coast. I've no idea
where Larry is, if I knew I'd probably call him. The
thing about being gay and experiencing gay sex is you
always want more. I was horny... nothing in the way
of gay sex since last Monday at the party.
Wacking off was of course an option and I took that
option as soon as Mom left with Tris for the spa.
While stroking myself of late it was always Carl I
fantasized about... thinking about the way he engulfed
me in his body while fucking me with those steady four
or five inch humps of his big hips driving that great
cock head up and down my boy-pussy. Oh my God, that
felt so, so, good. Visualizing that scene in my head
got me so hard and I eventually shot off my nice foot
long strings of cum, panting and pulling on my rod for
all I was worth. It was a pleasant relief, but
nothing like the real thing. Once you get a taste of
the real thing, especially from someone who knows how
to fuck you good like Carl does me, oh boy, nothing
else compares. I lay there on my bed slowly stroking
my softening cock thinking mostly about Carl still.
What would he look like seventy-five pounds lighter.
Would I fall in love with him?
Then I thought about my new friend Willie, and that
was a snugly and nice thing to think about.. he's so
cute and so cool....I loved making-out with that boy.
It all made me feel real lucky just then... having met
Carl who introduced me to Larry, and from Larry I met
Willie. Oh, they are so hot, those three. Wish I
could be with Carl, Larry, and Willie right now, just
like at the graduation party. That silly concern I
had about including spanking in our relationship
seemed like a small thing now. Fuck it... spank my
ass Carl... but lets get it "on" right after that.
And, let's do it right next to Willie too. An hour
later I was so bored I jerked off again and thanks to
that memory of Carl humping my boy pussy I got off
real nice that time too.
Finally something good, a nice surprise! Because of
the rainy conditions Chubby got off work at two
o'clock and we got to go to a late afternoon movie.
Both of us got soaked walking there because we're too
cool to use an umbrella or wear a raincoat. It was a
soggy time coming home as well, but we had lots of
laughs together. Sunday was bright and full of
sunshine but I got no call from Robbie inviting me
over for a swim on this sunny Sunday... so, that's Ok,
after making our special Sunday breakfast Chubby and I
did our run. Chubby was in a great mood today, like
he use to be everyday. It was a great morning,
afternoon and night... awesome. We did it all that
evening... the shaving and foot fetish stuff and then
jerked off together and I loved every minute. All our
days use to be like this. Speaking of days, three
more of them and school was out for summer break.
Three whole months worth of summer break... that
rocks!
Talking with Robbie at lunch the next day, he asked
where I got my hair cut. He said he was getting his
hair cut short before we started our lawn cutting
job... his dad wanted him to get it cut like him and
Dodger had theirs' cut... half inch buzz, but Robbie
wants a haircut like mine. When I explained that my
best friend and I give each other haircuts Robbie
asked to come over my place after school on Wednesday
so I could cut his hair. Wednesday is the last day of
school and we start our lawn care job the next day.
I'm thinking..." whoa, Robbie's got great hair"...of
course it great, it looks just like mine. hahaha I
say, "Sure, Robbie... I'm glad you asked". That made
me think... "you dope, Dylan... he comes right out and
ask you if he can come to your house. How come you
never thought to do that about swimming at his house?
Just ask." It seems so easy in retrospect. Walking
home after school on Monday I'm thinking... Jeez,
giving hot Robbie a haircut with all the extra
touching I can sneak in, that's going to be fun.
Well, once I got home I had another thought... I'm not
going to be running much this summer so I better take
advantage of these last two days. As usual, I
scrubbed my ass just in case I saw the Marine, and
then off I go. I had water with me because it was hot
today. The run was a good one... real good time for
the first two miles and then coming up to the rest
area trail I spotted some one just going around the
bend. Oh man, it has to be Tom. And, just like that,
I got all nervous with anticipation. I did a mental
check... pubes shaved last night and my ass scrubbed
less than forty-five minutes ago. OK, no spanking
from Tom because I've taken care of the things he told
me to do. I walked up the trail thinking... I bet I
can enjoy this whole scene with Tom easier now because
I understand that it's normal gay sex play... he plays
the dominant part and I stay submissive.. it's fun. I
can relax..
Around the last group of trees and, yep!... there he
was pulling down his running shorts to take a piss...
just like the first time I met him. A smile broke out
on my face, thinking... Hey, it's been a week since
my last gay fun at Carl's party, I'm horny... and I
bet Tom can take care of that for me. This really is
going to be fun. I stayed in place waiting his
instructions... it's simple once you know the rules,
once you know how to play the game. Best to have a
serious look on my face. Tom doesn't suffer fools
easily... then I chuckled to myself thinking,
"whatever the fuck that means". I stood up straight
with my hands at my side, shoulders back. God damn
it, I was starting to get a stiffy already. Adjusting
my package a little just when the Marine looked up,
his piss just now beginning. "Where ya been, Dylan?"
he asked casually. Hard to believe, but he was making
me nervous again with those cloudy blue eyes staring
right into my eyes.
Gulping, I said, "Um, what do you mean?" Tom's pale
yellow piss stream was tentative now, as he snapped,
"Never mind...get over here right now". What was
this, something new? But I hustled right over. He
nodded to his big penis and said, "Put that in your
mouth" ... it was still slightly peeing when I took it
in my fingers. "Bend down and put it in your mouth!"
When I bent down slightly, hesitating, he got a killer
hold on the back of my neck and pulled my face right
into his bush, rubbing my face around in the wiry
hairs... I could smell his piss stream. Pulling my
head back a couple of inches and taking his penis
from my fingers, he pushed it against my lips. "Open,
Dylan" and of course I did... he hypnotizes me or
something.
Once that big fat cock head was in my mouth he let
loose a relaxed, long, strong stream of pee saying,
"Swallow it" and I did for a while, except the same
thing happened that happened with his cum... it was a
hiccup that did me in this time, that one little
"hic" allowed pee to be sucked up my sinuses and out
it came through both my nostrils. A lot of pee was
streaming down my chin and on down the outside of my
neck, rolling onto my T shirt. It was just light
yellow colored pee, like I said...but light or not,
it still smelled like you'd expect pee to smell.
Tasted like pee smells too. More pee flowed from his
penis and I coughed, then inhaled more up my sinuses
and out my nostrils, same deal all over again. It
burned and I was gasping for air and splattering Tom's
pee all over myself. His strong grip on my neck kept
me right there level with his crotch. When he finally
ran out of pee my face and the front of my neck and
chest were pretty much drenched and dripping.
"Ok, now over here to the bench and suck me off. Last
time you did it the way you liked and this time you'll
do it the way I like ... deep throat." He walked me
in the direction of the bench still bending me over
with the grip on the back of my neck. I tried to tell
him that I had to pee too, but I was busy getting
oxygen into my lungs. Finally I grunted out, "Please
Tom, I need to pee." He said, "Damn it, Dylan, why
didn't you say so when we were over there?" He dragged
me back over to the tree and while I was still bent
over he used his other hand to wipe my face and neck
with the little towel he always has with him. He got
the wet pee mostly off me, but there was still plenty
of pee dampness left behind.
Letting go of my neck he got his wrist under my chin,
then his forearm, and jerked me upright. "Pull down
your pants and pee" he said in a conversational voice.
His actions seemed like he was mad at me, but his
voice sounded like he wasn't mad at anything. As I
struggled to get my running shorts down he raised his
forearm under my chin so I had to get up on my tip
toes like the other times. His face was next to mine
and it scratched my cheek with his whiskers... he
didn't seem to mind the pee on my face. I swear to
God it felt like he was kissing the side of my head...
I think he was. My pee came gushing out... I really
had to go. When my pee stream began running out he
pulled down the back of my shorts and pushed his
finger way up my asshole.
Stars twirled around inside my head. That finger had
no lube, not even spit, and it hurt. "All done,
Dylan?" he asked in this friendly, concerned voice. "I
missed you, ya know". My senses were all over the
place... he seems so nice, but was being so rough.
Then he bent his head down to suck on my neck under my
jaw... it felt good like it feels good in the
beginning of getting a hickey. Later... not so good.
Tom wasn't doing a hickey though, just wanted to suck
on my neck a little. When my pee stream dried up and
I shook off the last few drops he used that finger up
my ass to pull and guide me over to the bench... just
like he did it last time. And, just like last time,
somewhere along the way I got a painfully hard boner
and I stroked it while moaning softly.
Sitting on the bench he said, in a pleasant
conspiratorial voice, as if we were both in this
agreeably together.. "Bet you missed this, didn't you"
and he rubbed his mostly soft penis around my pee
stained face. I was in a fog and said nothing. Tom
said, "OK, Dylan.. you can suck it". I got on my
knees and sat back on my ankles... then, leaning
forward I took hold of it like I was in a trance and
sucked the head for a minute. It is a very nice cock.
Then, getting with it, I began lapping it from nuts
to head and then sucking some more while it was
getting longer and harder. Tom grunted at one point,
then... cupping the back of my head he pulled me
forward even more so that there was a straighter
avenue down my throat and forced his bone hard penis
into my throat.
All those familiar panicky feelings occurred in my
head just like last time, but just the same, after two
minutes of extreme discomfort for me, he was fucking
my mouth and throat rather easily. This is never
going to be pleasant for me it seems, but on the other
hand I was stroking my boner with each penetration of
my throat. This is total dominance on Tom's part...
hard to be more dominant then he was being without the
use of restraints I wuold think, but then... what do I
know. It felt good to stroke my cock and I was just
able to get enough oxygen in me around his boner to
survive so, not too bad. I wasn't getting near my
climax when Tom pulled out and did a quiet, "Ohhh
fuck....". I looked up and he was biting his lower
lip and doing short rapid breaths. Finally he wheezed
out, "You're a very hot guy".
It's pathetic but I love when he gives me any kind of
compliment and I nodded my head like a dork. He says,
"OK, stand up, turn around and bend over to grab the
bench". Just like that he spread my ass cheeks and I
had a scary thought he was going to try to fuck me
with that huge lubeless, cock of his, but no... I felt
his tongue on my buttocks. He licked there for a
while, it felt weird more than it felt sexy. Then a
lap from just under my balls all the way up my crack..
then again and again. My softening penis began
firming up. Tom started lapping over my hole, then on
my hole and finally, totally unbelievably, his tongue
went into my hole. Licking and lapping and then
sucking kisses on my asshole... precum drooled out of
my boner and saliva rolled off my pee-stained chin as
I continuously wet my lips.
Strange garbled noises in my throat. How could this
be erotic? I don't know, but it was erotic... really
erotic, really sensual. His rimming had be squirming
and moaning like mad. It was almost too much
sensation for the brain to process... his tongue was
inside my asshole ... it felt so good my face was
scrunched up and I wanted to stroke my boner real bad,
but Tom chose that moment to reinsert his finger up my
hole and pulling on it he said, "Come on Dylan, we
better get inside the lavatory for this next trick".
Up on my toes, he fast walked me with me half bent
over right into the lavatory, then through the little
foyer to the toilets area.
Over against a sink and Tom says, "Suck my cock first
to get it real slippery". I turned around and still
bent over I took his boner and sucked the head till it
was dripping with my spit. He turned me around again
and when I felt Tom take hold of my hips with both
hands I instinctively grabbed hold of the sink... I
knew now, this was it. I was getting fucked.
Gritting my teeth against the coming pain as he
pressed the fat head of his cock against my hole,
increasing the pressure little by little until the
head forced it's way inside me. It took a great
effort on my part not to scream like a little girl...
instead I groaned and whimpered and begged, "Please
Tom... it's too big for me. Please..." He pushed in
little by little till about two inches of that eight
inch fat boner was in my boy pussy. It was never
anything other than extremely painful.
Tom pulled it out two inches and in two inches... he
did it twice, then pulled out all together, grabbed
the back of my neck again and pulling me around said,
"OK that's all of that for this time... just wanted
you to feel it. Finish sucking me off now. Just stay
bent over and finish me like that... it'll be easier
to take my cock down your throat this way." I was
still in a daze, I felt totally beat-up and abused.
My cock had gotten limp again, but what could I do?
I'd come this far so I put his hard cock in my mouth
and was shocked to taste that acrid shit-taste from my
hole. I thought... hey, I cleaned that. But, of
course, I didn't clean two inches up my hole.
It took half a minute to suck off the shit taste and
by then he was deep throating me with smooth thrust of
his hips and shortly after that my boner came back up
and against all odds, two minutes later I had one of
the hardest shot of cum I'd ever had. Black dots
flooded inside my head and I'd certainly never scream
like a little girl myself, but there was a little girl
in the lavatory with us because I heard her squealing
as cum poured out of my stiff iron hard boner. I kept
tightening my ass and stomach muscles trying to get
more cum up out of my nuts... oh my God it was
awesome. A minute after I'd shot my last dribble I
still had an enormous load of sensations all through
my body... big goose bumps and chills.. My body
shuddered and my toes curled.
The Marine climaxed in my mouth right about then and
in fifteen seconds cum was blowing out my nostrils
again. During his climax and my subsequent efforts to
clear my sinuses I never stopped stroking my cock. It
was such an erotic feeling to be involved in this
completely dominated sexual experience with Tom... I
had no explanation to offer myself... what had seemed,
at times, like a nightmare when I was going through
it was now incredibly sexy for me. Tom had pulled his
cock out and was stroking it, saying quietly, "Oh God,
Dylan... that was hot, dude. Wasn't it?"
Odd that he didn't seem to think I'd be pissed off at
him for bullying me like he had. And then I realized
I wasn't pissed off at him which is another odd thing.
Tom went to the sink, ran water to clean the finger
that he'd had up my hole and then he wet his towel and
began wiping my face, all the time talking in this
friendly voice like "wasn't this the greatest"....
like "the two of us really pulled off a hot time,
didn't we". I stood there, still in a daze, as he
cleaned me up. "Take off your T shirt and I'll rinse
out the piss, Dylan. In this heat it'll dry quickly?"
Then, looking at me, he steps back and asked, "What's
wrong, you look confused?" I told him I didn't like
the way he treated me today. Tom got a friendly look
on his face and said in a light manner, "you're
jerking me around, right? I saw the cum fly out of
your cock... looked like it was pressurized... I heard
your moans of pleasure... the way you squealed. Is
this a joke of some kind?" It was obvious he was
sincere about this. He pantomimed me lifting my arms
up and when I did it, almost without thinking, he
pulled my T shirt off over my head and washed the
pee out in the sink. Then wringing it as dry as he
could get it he said, "Come on, Dylan. Tell me you're
kidding me" and when I pouted, which I'm good at
doing, he said, "OK, we need to talk".
Outside he spread my T shirt on the bench in the sun
and we stood there talking. I bitched about him
pissing in my mouth and he said he hadn't planned on
it... just had a hunch I'd go for it, but if I didn't
like it why didn't I use our code word and say "No!".
He was surprised I'd never tried water sports with my
boyfriend. Tom said he personally could take them or
leave them.. then he asked, "you do have a boyfriend,
right?"... I nodded that I do and it was weird because
that's the first time I thought of Carl as my
boyfriend, but I think he is. It's stupid of me, but
I'll have to ask Carl if he is my boyfriend.
We talked about Tom's rough behavior and how he
thought that's what I liked. It appeared to him the
rougher he is with me the more turned on I seem to be.
Before we were done I had to admit to him I'd rarely
cum as hard as I did today. I also admitted to him
and myself I did like him and I guess I trusted him OK
too...sort of, and, yes, the rimming was so hot I
almost lost my load while he was doing it. And before
we were done he had his arm around my shoulders and I
had my arms around his waist sort of hugging. He said
he wanted to tell me a bit about him. He'd met his
civilian wife at a Marine training facility, they fell
in love, she got pregnant, and they married. He loved
her and he loved their year old daughter and he
expected to spend the rest of his life married to his
wife and he expected that they'd raise a large family
together.
He added that he also has this itch for male sex play
every once in a while too. Ninety-five percent of the
time he loved and was totally satisfied with
heterosexual relations, exclusively with his wife...
but, the other five percent of the time he yearned and
needed to be a dominant partner in homosexual
relations with someone around his own age... he's
twenty-one. He told me I was the fifth submissive
partner he'd had sex with since he was sixteen years
old and he liked me the best of them all. I thought to
myself that he probably told the other four the same
thing.
I then felt I should explain how I was new to gay sex
and just learning about being submissive. Then I
told him about my schedule in the summer... how I
wouldn't be running because I'd be working. Tom gave
me his work email address and told me two things...
one, the next time we got together he was going to
fuck me, and two... I'd have to email him to arrange
it and I'd need to bring the condom to show him I
really did want him to fuck me. He had pushed just
the head of his boner in me today so I'd have an idea
what I was in for. He said if I wanted him to fuck me
that would be excellent, but once he started he was
finishing and no amount of crying or begging would get
him to stop until he climaxed. All this was to let me
know what to expect.
We'd talked ourselves out and, while I didn't tell him
this... I was positive I'd never be emailing him, the
two of us were done. His cock was too big for me and
I didn't feel the same degree of attraction towards
him I'd initially felt. It's kind of ironic that just
when he loosens-up and tells me about himself and acts
friendly towards me I decide to call it quits with
him. I stared at him a second wondering if I'd ever
see that face again... probably not.
We were ready to continue our runs and, with a sly
grin, he asked me if I needed that smack on my ass to
get me started running again. For old time sake I
said "Sure, Tom..let's do it". It was my way of
secretly saying goodbye. He actually chuckled
knowingly as he wrapped his left arm around the front
of my belly holding me in place. Then he wound up and
smacked my ass so hard with his right hand I saw red
flashes in my head. With that smack I wanted to take
off running, but couldn't because he held me there
with his arm. My legs were moving as the second loud
"smack!" was heard and then, with my ass cheeks on
fire, he let me go and I took off running like a bat
out of hell... feeling like a complete fool.
Damn! Wearing only those nylon running shorts the
smacks might as well have been on my bare ass. All I
could think of as my buttocks were stinging and
burning was "why the fuck did I say yes to the
smacks?" Whatever the reason it was "bye bye' to my
dominant-Marine adventure. Tom has found five of us
gay submissive boys in what?... five or six years?
We're rare birds alright. Good luck to him finding
number six.
The rest of the run was a little bit uneven because my
hole was sore from Tom's huge organ opening me up too
much back there... even two inches of that monster
penis was too much for me. The stinging ass cheeks
mellowed out before I got home. It was a very hot day
and I noticed Mom had the window air conditioning unit
running so inside was nice and cool. I heard Mom
getting ready for work in her bedroom as I got a cold
drink, and while I was drinking it I thought about
how I'd actually survived the Marine experience and
probably had learned some things along the way that
will be more apparent to me later... maybe. After
finishing the bottle of Apple Snapple I pulled my
still damp T shirt off and sniffed it. One word came
into my head... pee. Ugh!
Holding my T shirt and looking at myself in the big
mirror over our sofa I thought... hey man, nice body,
dude! I liked the way I looked even though I was
definitely on the slim side... being five foot, ten
inches tall made me look even thinner. The Marine had
said, way back at our first time together that I had
nice "guns". He meant my biceps and they did have
nice definition even though I've never lifted weights.
Hey, maybe I'll start lifting and... Before I could
finish that thought my Mom walked into the living room
and said, "Dylan darling, Hi! Oh my, you look so much
like your Daddy. Same exact body build and you have
his beautiful hair and eyes too." I said, "Oh Mom!
Don't bring him up".
She walked over and quietly repeated what she'd told
me before about my father. That he didn't even know I
was alive. She'd been desperately in love with him
when she was my age, seventeen, and he was barely a
year older. She'd been lax about taking the
"pill"...so, she conceived me, but my "Daddy" was a
fun loving party boy and terribly irresponsible. He
wouldn't make a good husband or father so she did what
she thought was best for both of us and told him she'd
had an abortion. He's joined the Navy by then anyway
and she purposely didn't answer his letters. The
letters became fewer and fewer until they stopped
completely. Mom never saw him again. When she was
done, I said..."Ah Mom, I believe you mentioned all
that to me about..oh, a million times" and she said
she didn't want me to think bad things about him...
that's all. "He was a beautiful, sweet boy, Dylan...
just like you are".
There really wasn't any point to continuing that
conversation so I said nothing... just flipped the tee
shirt around some and tried to think of something else
to say. Mom had a real concerned look on her face
when she asked, "Are you happy, Dylan? Seventeen is a
difficult age to live in." I told her, "I'm happy
enough. What, you want me to dance or do something
like tell jokes all the time?" She shook her head and
smiled, then kissed my cheek and gasped, "Sweetheart,
take a shower. Ya didn't pee your pants did ya?" I
said, "Mooooom!" She was laughing as she went out the
front door to meet Tris. I heard her greet Tris and
then say something about teenage boys surely ain't
nothing like teenage girls. I smelled my arm thinking
"I guess I'm use to Tom's pee smell by now".
Recently I've been taking baths and then rinsing off
under the shower afterward. Our shower is part of our
bathtub. The bath is nice to lull in and think about
things. I knew in my heart that I was done with Tom.
The previous time I saw him he spanked me something
awful and now this time, making me swallow his piss
and all that other stuff... enough already! The piss
thing would have been worse except for one of Chubby's
"factoids" last year. He told me that urine is
sterile. That was one of the last times I challenged
one of his factoids. I bet him a month's worth of
going to Dunkin Donuts for coffees on Sunday that piss
was not sterile, that it was waste material from our
bodies and full of germs. Now I know that it is
sterile... hard to believe, but true. So, knowing
that, swallowing Tom's pee hadn't freaked me out on
that score, at least.
It's not that I have bad feelings for Tom
particularly, it's just that I don't really enjoy the
level of dominance that he projects. Carl's recent
form of dominant behavior was enough dominance for
me... much better for my level of submissiveness. The
Marine's was too much, it's that simple... he's too
much of everything actually. It's funny how things
happen, if I had run into the Marine before running
into Carl I never would have stayed to be bullied by
Tom in the first place. Carl had brought be "out" and
I was looking for more sexual experiences at the time.
The Marine was exciting as hell back then, but in the
end I much prefer Carl. Ironically, at first I
thought Carl was a dweeb and I looked down my nose at
him. A couple months later and now he's sort of my
hero... I look up to him, not down on him. As a
matter of fact I wish he were here right now.
Then I thought about more current affairs... like
Robbie coming over after school tomorrow for a
haircut. Hot shit! And I thought about tomorrow
being the last day of school this year. Yahoo! Then
I thought, how bizarre it is that Chubby brought his
new friend, Ricky, who got him the job washing windows
home for a haircut that time and now, without thinking
of that Ricky... I'd be bringing Robbie, who got me my
summer job, home for a haircut too. Oh my God, quite
a coincidence. What the hell, I can't wait to get to
do all that touching that giving a proper haircut
entails. I wonder if Robbie will respond in some
positive way to me. Nine out of ten boys is straight,
that's a fact... but there's still that "one" out of
ten. Why not Robbie? Or Chubby, even better.
to be continued.... two weeks for Part 5
Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com
HEY GUYS. I HAVEN"T HEARD FROM VERY MANY OF MY OLD
"OLIVER" READERS LATELY SO I'M WONDERING IF MANY OF
YOU EVEN TRIED "DYLAN" AND IF YOU DID HOW DO YOU THINK
IT COMPARES TO OLIVER'S SAGA.
I'D REALLY LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.... DON'T
WORRY, I CAN TAKE IT IF IT'S NOT GOOD.
DONNY
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