Date: Sun, 13 May 2012 05:33:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR  Chapter 26  by Donny Mumford

			   DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR

				Chapter  26

			     by Donny Mumford

I answer Robby's cell phone call with trepidation, and a question, "Robby,
is that you?" Maybe I'm hoping it's Dodger, I'm not sure. "Dylan, why would
you ask if it's me. You have caller ID, don't ya?" It's Robby alright, and
he's trying to sound "in charge", but it comes up short compared to
Willie. Hearing his voice gets my stupid heart beating rapidly, like a
humming bird's heart. Okay, I'm nervous as hell and all of a sudden I've
got a humongous guilty conscience hanging over my head. I shakily say,
"Well, I asked if it was you because Dodger told me he stole your cell
phone and he answered it when I called you yesterday, so I wasn't sure."
Than I quickly add, "But I'm glad it's you." I almost add "I love you" but
something makes it stick in my throat, probably that aforementioned guilty
conscience. My mind is all over the place, as I'm thinking, "Was that
yesterday I talked with Dodger? It seems like a long time ago." Robby goes,
"You sound funny, Dylan, and what do you mean Dodger stole my phone?" I
take a big breathe trying to calm down, and mutter, "That's what he told
me." Robby's pissed, "That little thief told me he found it under my bed,
and he did not mention that you called." I'm nervous and excited talking
with Robby; his voice is very nice to hear, and hearing him actually is now
helping me calm down a little. And that loving feelings for him is sneaking
back into my heart very quickly too. How could I ever contemplate not being
with Robby? Well, that was only a fleeting though anyway, leaving him is
not debatable, it'd be insanity to do that! Then I have a crazy thought;
Robby's voice doesn't sound as much like Willie's as I thought it did; not
when I'm able to hear them both in a short period of time. He says, "I
can't help wondering why you haven't call me recently. I've had my cell
phone back from that little thief, Dodger, for twenty-four hours now, but
no call from you."  Defensively, I say, "Why didn't you call me until now
if you've had your phone that long," and I feel petty saying that. Then I
remembered something else, "And Dodger tried to find you yesterday when I
talked to him. He said you were in that asshole Dean Bender's room." Robby
sounds confused, "Asshole Dean Bender? Why did Dodger bring him up? And
Dean isn't an asshole, he's a good kid. Oh no, you're not jealous, are
you?" I mutter, "No, it's not that, but, ya know, I just wondered, um,
ah..." Robby's emphatic, "Dean's not gay!" then he amends that to, "I don't
think he is. He spends most of his time talking with his girlfriend back
home. Just about the only thing we have in common is that he plays
shortstop for his college team, and I play second base for mine... and
we're both freshman. Other than that, we're quite different.  Baseball is
what we have in common. Any sex I've had comes compliments of Dodger. But
you say that Dodger has the feeling Dean might be gay, huh? Hmmm, he's
usually pretty good with his gaydar, but he didn't say anything to me about
Dean being gay." Robby sounds interested in that possibility, even
encouraged. He says, "Anyway, don't be jealous of Dean, we haven't done a
single thing that's remotely sexy, although now that I think back he is
full of compliments for me, and he's one of those touchy/feely types
too. He says I should be a male model, if you can picture that." I can
easily picture that, I go, "Well you could be one. You're the perfect
all-American boy." He chuckles nervously, muttering, "Yeah, you have
mentioned that to me... um, thanks. Anyway, as I started to say, even
though Dodger and I are very competitive with each other, and have lots of
arguments, it doesn't last. An hour after we fight we're just as likely to
be doing the nasty together. He's my only relief in that regard; how 'bout
you?" I go, "Huh, what's that? So you're saying Dodger thinks Dean's gay,
huh?"

Thankfully Robby bites on the change of subject. "Christ, even if he were
gay, I probably wouldn't be interested. Maybe he's bi, for all I know. Do
you think I should ask him?" I go, "That would be a big fat "NO!" Robby
says, "I like that you're jealous. Anyway, all I think about, and I think
about it all the time, is you. We're flying out tonight. Why we have to fly
at night, I have no idea, but we'll get in early tomorrow morning. Then I
have baseball practice in the afternoon, but I don't care how tired I
am... tomorrow night when you get back we're going out in my pickup and
recreate one of our famous pickup fucks. I hope your rear-end is ready for
me because I'm going to be making-up for missing you this past week. I'm
going to make you squeal before I'm done with you. I love you more than
ever. You know what they say, 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder', and
that really holds true for me where you're concerned. No lube either, haha,
and a good hard spanking for you, just in case you strayed more than you've
said; ya know, with what's-his-name. You haven't have you?" That's a long
speech for Robby. I ignore his question, and say, "Show me no mercy,
Robby. I can hardly wait until tomorrow night. We'll park behind the Loop
among the big trucks, and then you're in charge." Robby goes, "You know it,
Dylan! I'm taking this dominant thing seriously, and I can't wait to
correct that haircut you told me about. I'm going to be making all our
decisions from now on!" Then quietly, he adds, "That's what you want,
right?" Oh God, what am I going to do now? I'm still under Willie's
influence, but my heart is aching for Robby too, and he's being so cute
with the dominant talk. Of course, he always has to follow it up by asking
if it's okay with me, which kinda ruins it. But, oh man, I love him so
much. I can't drop him, but I don't want to drop Willie either. Dammit, I'm
right back where I was two years or so ago, when I had that dilemma of who
to choose, Robby or Willie? Back then they both agreed that I could have a
boyfriend on the side; of course, they both assumed the other was the the
"side" one. This situation sucks so bad on the one hand, but is an
embarrassment of riches for me on the other.

This dilemma is much worse than it was two years ago though and that's
because now both of them are insisting I be true to only them. And, my new
haircut... how can I explain that to Robby. I already told him about the
first one, the flattop Willie made me get before we left. In an earlier
phone call I told Robby it was my idea to get a flattop because I'm going
to be in the hot weather of Key West. That worked okay, but now... how to
explain this extreme haircuts that Willie made me get? Oh man, I'm fucked;
no pun intended. And, oh my God, Willie's going to be renting a motel room
in North Andover for us at least once a week. I'm so sure Robby's going to
go along with that...NOT! Plus, I promised Willie I'd spend weekends with
him too. What a mess I've made of things, but both Robby and Willie are so
irresistible and they both love me; it's hard for me to resist. My hearts
beating fast again because I'm scared. This is going to get ugly before
it's resolved; and, there is no resolution, really. Someone's going to be
hurt in their heart and it's my fault. As I'm pondering the shit storm I've
caused, Robby's been telling me what he and Dodger did this morning in bed,
but all I hear is the last part, "And all the time I kept my eyes closed
and pretended it was you, Dylan. Wow, did I have a great climax! Haha. And
tomorrow you're going to be the one under me for real, and your ass is
gonna be so sore when I'm done with it. It'll be great, Dylan." I try to
cover-up my nervous condition by sounded as excited as Robby, "Awesome,
Robby, I really need you to do me hard, dude." He gets serious now, and
asks, "What's wrong with you, you still don't sound like yourself!" I try
talking in what I hope is my regular voice, but it's shaky, "What do ya
mean, I don't sound like myself? I'm fine, I'm good. I can't wait for
tomorrow." He doesn't sound convinced, "What have you been up to? You'll
need to confess to me sooner or later so you might as well start now!" I
feel like shit, as I say, "I'm sorry, Robby, but I haven't been completely
faithful. I couldn't help myself. Willie's so persuasive and I'm missing
you, and all." It feels a little better being partly honest with Robby. He
quietly says, "Oh, Dylan, goddamn you! Okay, tell me, I can take it." I
say, "Can't I wait until I see you? It's hard confessing over the
phone. You can't see me now, and I want you to see how sorry I am." I'm
thinking he'll take pity if I'm looking pitiful, like I feel.

There's no response from Robby, so I say, "Please, Robby," and, sounding
really pissed, he says, "Don't pull that sad sack shit on me, I know you
too well. What'd ya do?" I mumble, "Um, well, Willie's done me a couple of
times, I guess. I was missing you." He sighs, then says, "Good grief,
Dylan, I can't let you out of my sight. You're incorrigible. What else?"
How much should I tell him? This latest haircut seems safer than mentioning
more sex, so I lie to cushion the blow of when he sees my haircut, "I lost
a bet with Willie and had to get scalped." Robby's like, "What do you mean
"scalped?"  Real low, I say, "My hair is only an eight of an inch long
now." I kept lowering my voice so it was inaudible by the time I finished
the sentence. He asks, "What?" So I come right out with it, and say, "My
hair is wicked short; it's only an eight of an inch, but my hair grows fast
so I'll need a haircut pretty soon from you." As I say it I remember Willie
insisting I keep getting it cut like this. Oh fuck me! Robby says, "An
eight of an inch? That's sick!" I mumble, "It's kind of cool, actually. I
think you'll like it; hope so anyway." He's sounding depressed, asking, "Is
there anything else?" I take a deep breathe, and timidly ask, "Can we
discuss your insistence that I need to be a hundred percent true to only
you? You and I agreed on a bit of an open relationship a little while ago,
and I don't know why you're now going back on that, and I kinda think
Willie, you know, has a little crush on me or something... and, um, I don't
want to hurt his feelings." Robby is mad now, "You don't want to hurt that
prick's feelings, but you don't mind hurting mind, do ya?"

This is painful, and I deserve it. I suck! "Robby, please be opened-minded
about this. I love you like no one else, but we're only nineteen years
old. We both need to experiment a little," than quickly add, "While we
continue to remain in love with each other, of course." He's down in the
dumps, saying, "I don't want to talk anymore. I feel like crying." I say,
"No, Robby, don't hang-up, don't cry." Oh my God, when he hears it all I
better have a box of Kleenex with me. I quietly whine, "We need to talk in
person, that's all. I'm so sorry I disappointed you and I hate myself for
it, but I have no will power. You can help me with that, can't ya? I know
it might take a little time though, ya know? Please." He says, "I like it
when you beg, and you're a good beggar too; ya big phony. You always get
what you want anyway, so I'm sure you'll get what you want this time
too. You're lucky I don't drop you, but I know I can't do that either. I
love you so much you scramble my brain. You're awful, but I love you
anyhow.  Everybody does, including my brother. Damn, I had to fall in love
with you. Just walk all over me, Dylan... I can't do anything about it
'cause you've taken possession of my heart; you own it." I go, "You're
making me feel terrible, Robby, but I admit that I deserve to feel
terrible. I do love you so, and I am sincerely sorry. I just have no will
power." Then to butter him up, I add, "Like you have, you have great will
power." Robby won't touch that topic so maybe he isn't as faithful as he
claims. Now it's his turn to change the subject. He says, "I memorized a
song for you. I'm going to sing it to you in the pickup our first night
back together." That makes me remember when Robby sang a song to me on the
train ride, during our senior class trip. So fuckin' sweet it made me
cry. I ask, "You've got a song for me?" He goes, "Yes, it's a country
song. That's mostly what ya hear on the radio in Arizona, but it's a
perfect song from me to you." I'm touched really, and choke-up a
little. I've been horribly unfaithful, and cowardly too because I'm not
telling Robby most of it. Oh man, while I'm having the sexiest time of my
life being submissive to Willie, Robby's spent his time memorizing a song
to sing to me. God, I suck! Robby says, "I'm mad at you, Dylan. No sense in
hiding it, I'm mad and more jealous than I've ever been in my life and I'm
going to make you pay for your alley-cat existence, but I can't live
without you; I can't stop loving you either. You don't deserve me, to be
honest with you." Oh my God, he's giving me the biggest guilty trip I've
ever been on, and I've been on a few. All I can do is mutter, "I'm sorry,
Robby. I couldn't help myself; I have no...." He interrupts, saying, "Yeah,
yeah, I know, you've got no will power; as if that makes it okay. I get the
no-will-power thing, you've said it enough. I'm so pissed and disappointed
in you, but I'll need to get over it and forgive you because I've got no
other option. You own my heart, period."

I'm taking a well deserved beating here, and unfortunately he don't know
the half of it yet. Willie's dominant influence is on me hot and heavy, and
I want more. Even when I'm back at school I don't know how much of Willie's
dominance I can get out from under because I'm such a willing part of
it. I've got a, um, a submissive fetish around Willie... that's what it
is. I know now that Robby's too important to me to do without him, so
something's got to give. Because of me everyone's going to be pissed at me
in the end. It's my fault, I own the blame, but everything is different
now. I can't be exclusively Willie's "boy", although it's tons of sexy fun
being submissive to him... and I can't be exclusively Robby's either
because I'm back lovin' the dominant Willie ways. All I know is I feel
extremely sexy when he's dominating me, and that includes not only when
we're having sex, but all the time. Willie's uncovered my secret desires,
ones I didn't even know I had. Not that that should surprise me considering
I didn't even know I was gay until I was seventeen... what an idiot I
am. Willie knows how to be dominant with me in ways that get me squirming
with desire for him, and I crave it even now as I'm on the phone with
Robby. Willie's 'turned' me to his way of thinking, as I mentioned
before. He makes my dick move from almost everything he does and I don't
want to let that go; I mean, not for a little while. So, like I said,
everyone's going to be pissed in the end. Robby was talking in a flat
voice, saying he doesn't want to talk about our relationship anymore
today. Instead he's describing how bored he is on the trip. He finishes
with, "The Grand Canyon is a two day trip at most. After that there's not
much to do, and it's hot as hell here. Too hot for the pool half the time."
I sure don't want to confess anything else right now anyway, so Robby
changing the subject is fine with me.

I glance back to check on Willie, and see he's still texting his new
acquaintances, the ones who are going to Cornell this fall with him. He
does that a lot. That's kind of rude, now that I think about it. Oh well,
when he's giving me his attention it's usually awesome attention. Playing
with myself, as I'm thinking about that, I wait for Robby to finish his
plans for the flight home, then say, "Robby, you're totally right to be
pissed at me and whatever you feel I deserve I'll go along with because I
love you just as much as I ever did. Now, can we tell each other we love
one another, and promise to workout the touchy stuff together later; kiss
away the differences. Please!" He exhales an exasperated breathe, and says,
"I've no choice, like I already told you, but if you ever give me any shit
about the time I spend away from you at baseball practice, or at my
baseball meetings, or baseball games I'm going to hit you over the head
with something." I meekly say, "I promise not to ever complain again,"
feeling that I'm getting off pretty easy, considering. Of course, like I
said, he don't know the half of it and I should prepare him a little bit
for the rest. So I timidly add, "I want to come clean with you, Robby, but
I'll tell you the rest when I see you. Okay?" He yells, "THE REST! What
else have you been doing?" I go, "It's just that Willie mentioned something
about coming up to Merrimack once in a while, and I sort of said I'd stay
with him some night for old times sake, that's all." Robby's screaming,
"That's all? Oh my God, what's happened to you." I'm proud of myself for at
least confessing this much, and the more Robby thinks about it all, the
madder he'll get 'cause that's the way he does it, then he'll eventually
accept it begrudgingly. Still, it's out in the open now, at least. It'll be
awkward for sure, but I can't go totally back on my word to Willie. And I
would like to see him, but I'll compromise with the weekend sleep overs at
his house. Not every weekend fer sure.

Robby's doing some heavy breathing, probably pissed off all over again, so
I say, "Robby, we worked through this two years ago when we were immature,
now we're more mature so we should be able to deal with it again. Maybe
it's a passing thing, who knows about things of the heart, maybe I have
temporary insanity and you'll bring me to my senses. You wouldn't want me
to do this behind your back, would you?" He sounds defeated for the moment,
muttering, "You already did it behind my back all week with that rich kid."
Finally I can be totally honest here, I go, "It wasn't all week, don't
think that! Maybe two days." I'm trying for indignant, but falling
miserably short of that, getting only up to a loud whine. Robby goes,
"You're partially right about one thing, one of us has matured the last two
years. I guess I kind of admire you for confessing to me. That was at least
something, and tells me you still care about me, and love me. You do, don't
you?" I say, "From my heart, I love you Robby.  I'll always love you." I
can just see him shaking his cute head, pissed, but he loves to hear me say
"I love you" to him. His last volley is a familiar one, "I think you do
love me, but you'll never love me as much as I love you.  Guess I'll just
need to accept that, but if Worthington thinks he can steal my boyfriend,
he better think again. What a snake he is to buy your affection with all
those expensive gifts and high class trips. He'll need more than that when
I put my mind to something." Robby's running out of gas, I can tell. I say,
"Robby, I love you more than anyone, and again I'm so sorry for straying,
but between you and me we'll make it work. It'll make our relationship
stronger." That sounded pretty good to me. Robby though, not so much. He
mutters, "What bullshit." Then he says, "You let me down, Dylan, but I find
I still love you so I'm going through with my plans for our first night
back in the pickup, but I'm rethinking the spanking part I had planned. I'm
gonna need to go medieval on your ass fer sure." I mumble, "God help me. I
love you too, Robby." We finally hangup, with me thinking, "That went
pretty well. Especially that "medieval" line from "Pulp Fiction"; what a
classic movie from the distant past. Okay, like I said, it's a start. And
now there's Willie to deal with. I bet it won't go this easy with Willie.

Robby agreed to disagree for now, we told each other we love each other and
that we'll have lots more discussion about this dicey situation when we get
together. That should be a blast... not! But for now it's a beginning and
if Robby stays true to form, he won't want to talk about it . Gotta start
someplace to ease my conscience a little, and that was a damn good
start. My ear's all sweaty from holding my cell phone against it. Something
else is going to be all sweaty too when Robby gets me in the pickup
tomorrow night. I gotta buy him a present, he loves presents.  I'm slowly
walking through the sand, back to where Willie's sitting. He looks up and
smiles sweetly, asking, "What's ya been up to, baby?" I almost broach the
subject of Robby, but Willie scares me, so I don't. I chicken-out, telling
myself I'm going to tell him about Robby and me, that I'm still in love
with Robby, but that I love with him too, although I'm not really sure if
that's at all true, and that we, Willie and me, need to work something out
because of my love of my boyfriend, Robby. Saying "I love you too", to
Willie, seems vital if I hope to work it so I can see him and Robby. Willie
will latch onto that and something might work out. Yeah, I think it can
work. I'll tell him later though. That'll be fun... NOT!  I'll probably
end-up not being able to walk after he spanks my ass raw. And, I deserve it
too. I suck. I'm back in my beach chair, looking at Willie as I smoke a
cigarette and chew on a fingernail while admitting to myself that I'm not
"all in" with Willie at all... not the way I thought I was. But I'm not
"all out" either. Willie gives me a different kind of thrill than anyone
else. Deep in my heart I wish Robby could do it, but he's basically too
nice a person to act as self-centered as Willie can get. I think you must
have a lot of self-centeredness in you to be real dominant like Willie
is. I'm real submissive, with no will power, but at the same time my
actions indicate I'm self-centered too. I can't turn down any pleasurable
sex, and while I'm not proud of it, there it is. The evidence says I'm
always trying to please myself. I never thought of it like this before and
I don't feel good about it. Maybe I can convince myself that my problem is
strictly caused by my lack of will-power, and I'm not actually
self-centered after all. That should be fun. I wish I had Chubby's ability
to rationalize things; he's the best at that. I've picked-up some of it
from Chub, but I'll never master it like he has. Now I'm thinking about
Chubby, who I love deeply, but differently than Willie and Robby. Well, I
love Willie and Robby differently too. Chubby's my gold standard of love,
although sexually it's rarely fulfilled. Anything I get from Chubby I
cherish.

Then I remember I promised to sleep with Chubby my first night back. He
made it seem like he was doing it as a favor to me, but I can tell he
misses me and he wants to sleep with me. Which is awesome, but after
Robby's done with me in his pickup truck, what's going to be left for
Chubby. Well, actually that probably won't be that big a problem because if
Chubby and I do anything sexy, it'll be him fucking me while pretending
he's doing me another favor; and that's a big long shot to start
with. Yeah, but if the long-shot happens, I might have no spunk left for
Chubby's fuck. Hmmm, not a bad problem to have. And then I'm disgusted with
myself; all I think about is boys fucking me. A little over-sexed? Please,
how about a male nymphomaniac; that's closer to the truth, and that makes
me feel worse. I deserve to feel bad. Oh man, I'm really beating myself
up. I need Willie to tell me a compliment before I get down on myself even
more. And, getting down on myself won't solve anything, not even my
conscience. Anyway, like I always say, if I'm not hurting anyone, including
myself, what's the harm. Yeah, except I've already hurt Robby, who I'm
loving more and more every second since I talked with him. And Willie's
gonna be hurt too, so I am hurting people. And, I'm not feeling too good
about myself; so what I always say isn't applicable here. I better
concentrate on the other thing I always say, which is: it's not my fault I
was born craving sex. Except, the thing that's wrong with that is: I didn't
have a single sexual experience until I was seventeen years old, so maybe I
wasn't born craving sex. Well what then? It's that fat fuck, Carl Denton's,
fault. He took advantage of my innocence and brought out my gayness too
abruptly, which set me off on this wild ride the past three
years. Actually, there might be some truth to that. But mostly it's me, I
need some self control. I've routinely used my age as an accuse for being
extra sexual active, and there's some validity to that, but next year I
need to rein myself in. By then I'm sure I'll have my fill of Willie and
I'll be able to concentrate on Robby, who's more like me. Willie might be
out of my league. No maybes about it, Willie is out of my league. I tell
myself, "Just for the summer. Then straighten yourself out. There, I've
made a decision and I feel better about it too. Hey, I can tell that to
Robby too... tell him I will be ready to settle down with only him by next
semester. Oh yeah, I feel like I'm making progress now. Set a deadline,
Robby will tolerate me hangin' with Willie once in awhile till then. Willie
will probably tire of me before then anyway, like he did when he recruited
that turd, Andy. Hmmm, things are clearer to me now.

Willie finishes his texting with a laugh at something one of his new
friends texted him. He looks over at me, "Why so quiet, baby?" I do a fake
pout, muttering, "You're ignoring me," he chuckles, then says, "Don't be
silly, I never ignore you even when I'm doing something else." What the
hell does that mean? Maybe I'll try that line on Robby. No, I won't! That's
not how I want to be with Robby. With Willie I'm going with the flow and,
while I think maybe I've fallen in love with him again, it's not the same
as my love for Robby. My love for him is more real, not that it necessarily
means I don't love Willie a little too. It's like I said, a different love
for each; that's what's in my heart. Willie goes, "Dylan, how 'bout you run
up and get us a couple of drinks, and I'll make sure to pay attention to
you exclusively while you're doing it. But I gotta say, that remark about
me ignoring you kind of pisses me off. Don't pout when I'm busy with my new
friends, I have a life in addition to my love for you. It's important to me
that I get off on the right foot at Cornell. Not that you aren't important
because you know you're number one, and I'll want you to visit me at
Cornell too. Show you off, ya know." I look up, thinking, 'Oh, swell,
another thing to worry about', but I just say, "Oh," He chuckles, and says,
"Heh heh, actually I like that you get jealous when I'm not totally focused
on you. Now go on and get our drinks, like I told ya." I stand up to get
our drinks and Willie grabs my wrist, pulling me over to his beach chair. I
automatically lean down to him and he says in my ear, with a too tight grip
on my arm, "Now give your boyfriend a big wet kiss, right here on the beach
in front of all these people, and don't fucking pout!" Willie can't stand a
pouting boyfriend." Whoa, he's got my number alright. He knows just how to
make me fall into that little-boy sensation he can bring on me seemingly at
will. I shouldn't have done that phony pout. I mumble, "I'm sorry, Willie,"
and kiss his lips, then open my mouth and we're into a deep, wet kiss that
gets my cock boning-up and pushing out the front of my bathing suit. Willie
says, "That's Willie's boy, now get my drink." I stutter, "I'm, my dick,
can I wait till my boner goes down?" Willie says, "No, baby, do what I
said... forget your boner. I'll be giving you many more of them. Now
scoot." Guess he's teaching me how to not care what strangers think; it
always seems he's teaching me something. I'm gasping from the kiss, and
from his dominance; I love it, sure... but it's humiliating too; I mean,
that public display of gayness, and now walking up to the snack bar holding
the front of my bathing suit to keep my boner against my leg.

I take some deep breathes, trying to control my embarrassment. I must look
like a six year old who needs badly to use the potty. Walking past the
swimming pool I slip on the wet service and my hands fly up in the air
trying to get my balance. Two guys in their twenties reach out to grab me
before I fall, but now my boner is poking out the front of my bathing suit
again. There's no mistaking it for anything but what it is. The guy who
grabbed my arm says, "Whoa, that's a nice one ya got there," as he nods at
my tented lap. Naturally the color comes up on my face as the other helpful
guy says to me, "Hey, don't be embarrassed, be proud. I only wish I had
that much equipment," and they both laugh in a friendly way. I gulp, "Um,
it's ah..." and the first guy says, "Dude, I love your haircut". They've
let go of me now, so one of my hands goes down to try hiding my erection as
the other goes up to rub my extreme haircut. I mumble, "Thanks, my
haircut's new, just this morning. And I, um... almost fell, thanks for
catching me." Both guys chuckle as one guy rubs the back of my head, moving
his hand over my hand, and the other pats, then rubs my back. They were
walking by when I almost slipped and fell on my ass, and now they continue
on their way. I never even got a real good look at them, but I assume
they're gay from the way they fondled me. They were nice to help me though,
and they liked my haircut too. That makes me feel a little better about
things. I start walking again, but I can't help noticing others around the
pool staring at me, with smirks on their faces. I suppose everyone saw my
boner. Damn! Why do these things always happen to me. I'm pretending to
wipe the front of my bathing suit as if it's full of crumbs or something,
holding my boner against my belly, but I'm not fooling anyone. The wiping
motion keeps my boner firm too. I'm so dumb! I stop stimulated it, and at
the snack bar, refusing to look up. I keep my eyes on the ground, and
imagine jumping into a cold pool of water, hoping my boner recedes, and it
finally does. Leaning up against a stool at the end of the snack bar, I
compose myself and try not to think of Willie because when I do my boner
starts-up again; his friggin' dominance really is rocking my world. He's
something alright.

I get too sexually aroused by Willie; he's in my head and while it feels
awfully good, too much of anything isn't usually a good thing in the end. I
need a plan, a goal. I like that promise I made to myself that by the fall
semester I wean myself of this infatuation that's developed in my mind for
Willie. I mean, I'll turn into a puddle overdosing on him if I don't get a
grip. It's one of those things where, seemingly on it's own, the perfect
set of circumstances happened somehow and I find myself totally enamored of
him. It's the most puzzling thing in the world to me and I can't explain it
even to myself, but he just pushes my buttons and I can't resist him. It
just happened, I don't know how or why, but I can't ignore it... no
way. I'm kind of proud of myself it's only taken me a few days to admit I
need to pump the brakes on this somehow. The trouble is, even though I know
it's not a healthy situation, I love it so much. Ah ha! I just said I love
the situation, which is different than I love Willie. But it feels like
love just the same. This was my conclusion when I broke up with him the
first time: that I loved the sex Willie and I had together so much that I
thought I loved him. Hmmm, this is like Bill Murray's "Ground Hog Day"
movie when the same thing keeps happening over and over to me. Well, in
this case it's happened twice. Still, I can analyze the situation all I
want, intellectualize it till the cows come home, but in my head I'm still
infatuated with Willie, I kinda love him, or love the sex so much, I just
think I love him too... what difference does it make anyway. Okay, I think
I've got a handle on this, and I'm going to go with the flow for now and
enjoy it as much as I can, as if I have a choice, but now I've set a goal
for myself... by the end of the summer I'll have my head straightened-out
where Willie's concerned. There, that's it! I again have convinced myself
that I'm a tad more in control now. Maybe I'm fooling myself, but it's a
start. The longest journey still begins with one step, and this is my one
step.

After ordering freshly squeezed lemonades and a bag of beer nuts, I think
some more about my situation with Willie. The truth is, I wasn't this bad
with my submissiveness the first time around; so what's changed? It's
probably a combination of things: Willie obviously has the dominance thing
down perfectly by now, where I'm concerned. Why do I love it so much
though? Don't know the answer to that yet, but whatever it is, it's
irresistible to me and Willie knows it. The question is: is he taking
advantage of my weakness for dominance? God, if only he weren't so cute and
sexy, along with having the perfect combination of dominance and loving
adoration for me. He's perfect in that regard, I might as well admit it. Is
this how sex slaves happen? Could I ever be Willie's sex slave? 'Don't be
ridiculous, Dylan,' I tell myself. Get a fucking grip! My boner's down and
the two lemonades and bag of beer nuts are ready to go, so I sign the check
with our suite number and add a tip, then carry them back to Willie with a
feeling that I've made some kind of a decision. I'll refine it later when
I'm not so close to Willie. Around him I'm pretty much helpless.


On the way back to Willie, I spot the two guys who kept me from
falling. They're in beach chairs that I need to walk past. Now I notice
they both have blond hair, obviously dyed or bleached. I can only see the
side of their faces, but what I see isn't bad. Slim lads with sunglasses,
laughing about something. I keep my eyes on the sand and hurry by them, but
one of them calls out, "Ahh, it's gone down already". It makes me smile and
I'm still grinning when I walk up to Willie, who's face lights up when he
sees me. "Dylan, you look beautiful, or I guess I should say handsome. Cute
too." I shrug, not knowing what to say except a muttered, "Thanks," as I
hand him his drink. "What took ya so long, baby?" I chuckle and tell him
about my 'boner experience' which Willie thinks is hysterically
funny. After laughing out loud, making me laugh too, he says, "You get a
boner quicker, with less stimulation, than anyone I've ever known." I go,
"Only around you Willie," and then wish I hadn't said that. I don't want to
encourage the situation even further... damn, I'm dumb! Willie loves my
comment of course, and says, "Come over here and give Willie another big
kiss," which I do, but not big enough to spring another boner, which
obviously is what he wanted. Nice lips on that boy. Then I try to think
back to when Willie started referring to himself in the third
person. Normally I think people that do that are assholes, but with Willie
it's somehow cool to me. Oh boy, like I've said fifty times, I'm helpless
around him. We drink our lemonade and eat the beer nuts as Willie tells me
all about what he and his future freshman friends at Cornell are
planning. I try to be interested, but I'm not. I do wonder if these future
freshman he's communicaed with are aware that Willie's gay. Not that
Willie's ever been shy about telling people that he is.

We're enjoying the sun on the beach, sitting in our towel-covered beach
chairs. Both of us have developed great tans and it'll be cool going back
to college with all my classmates looking pale from lack of sun in the New
England weather. They'll be envious. Oh, I guess some of the kids took off
for warmer climates during spring break, but the majority will be
pale-faces; there aren't a ton of rich kids at Merrimack. Ha ha, I'm not
either, I'm just lucky! I look over at Willie, and say, "Willie have I
thanked you for bringing me here. It's wonderful." He says, "Until now you
haven't thanked me in words, but you have in many other ways. This is the
best week of my life, and that's really saying something; you know,
considering how the week began. You're my prize, my treasure, my most
perfect gift and I thank you, Dylan. I thank you with all my heart; I've
never been this happy." Well, that leaves me speechless so I get up and
step over to him and hug around his neck as he sucks on my hickey a little
bit, then he kisses the side of my face, whispering, "I love you so much,
baby". Without hesitation I say, "Me too, Willie," and then I'm amazed to
find that I do in fact think I love him; it's hard to know for sure. Never
mind what I thought at the snack bar a little while ago, it's how I feel
right now so why lie to myself. I kiss him back, not caring that I'm making
a spectacle of myself. A older girl walking by us does a sarcastic
sounding, "Ahhhhhh," and Willie mutters, "Fuck you, bitch," but I don't
think she heard it.

After a while we go in for a swim and I spot two really cute boys about our
age. Usually I'd be gawking at them and trying to clumsily swim into them,
but Willie's kept me so sexually satisfied I just admire the boy's
cuteness, staring in their direction for a minute, then swim over to Willie
to give him a a hug and a quick kiss. Sure, we're making spectacles of
ourselves showing affection and walking with our arms around each other's
waist and stuff, and I usually can't stand when couples do that in public,
but I can't seem to help myself, and Willie obviously likes me
demonstrating how I'm feeling about him. I've developed this desperate
desire to please him. I can hardly believe it myself, but there it
is. After I give Willie a kiss, he keeps a neutral expression on his face,
reaches between my legs and gives my balls a wicked hard crunch. His hands
are strong, and I almost toss my cookies. I don't know what I did to
deserve the nut crunching.  Probably me gawking at the cute boys swimming
near us. I'm bent over in pain as Willie watches me with a smug expression
on his face. After a minute, when I'm standing straighter, he says, "Get it
together, Dylan, and keep your eyes on me or there will more of that." I'm
gasping, but the pain fades, and I mumble, "I'm sorry, Willie, but didn't
you think those boys were cute?" He says, "I only look at you, and you need
to learn to only look at me. That way your nuts might survive," and then he
adds, "Stand still," I stand-up straight in water that's up to my nipples,
and he gets my nuts in his fist again, asking, "Who to you keep your eyes
on, Dylan?" With my heart in my throat, afraid he'll crunch my balls again,
I meekly reply, "Only you, Willie." He gives my sore nuts a little squeeze
that really hurts my crunched balls, saying, "This is part of me teaching
you how to be a good submissive boyfriend for me." I keep my eyes on
Willie, mumbling, "Oh, I understand, but don'cha thing you're getting
awfully rough with me lately." He says, "And it hurts me almost as much as
it hurts you, but if we can come to an understanding now, we'll never need
to go through this sort of thing again. I already explained that we're best
together when we stay in our selected roles, you being submissive to me,
concentrating on only me; and me being dominant to you, the way you want me
to be, and me teaching you stuff as we go along. I'm sorry I hurt you, but
it got your attention, didn't it?" I mutter, "It sure did." He smiles
sweetly at me, adding, "Remember yesterday when I took charge of our date?"
I nod, and he says, "I mentioned that in the past I'd thought I was
probably too stern with you?" I don't remember, but I'm not contradicting
him, my aching nuts are still in his fist, so I say, "Yeah, sure, Willie."
He goes, "Well, I was wrong about that. It's just the opposite, when we
were going together the first time I wasn't stern enough with you, and you
see how that turned-out. That's why I've been a little rough with you
lately. I hate doing it, but it's kind of my job as the dominant one in our
relationship to teach you your proper role." I'm like, "Well, all you
needed to do was say you don't care for me ogling other boys when I'm with
you.  I can see now how you'd feel I'm dissin' you if my eyes are wandering
to other boys." Willie rubs my shoulder, and says, "I think you'll remember
it better thinking about getting your balls crushed again." I shrug, "Guess
I can't really argue with that, Willie." One more slight squeeze on my
balls gets me winching in pain. Willie says, "Get over it! Come on, lets
swim a little, it's great exercise." Willie says that with another friendly
smile. He's not even mad at me apparently, and I guess I'm not mad at him
either. No more boy watching when I'm on a date with Willie. There will be
plenty of other times for me to indulge in my hobby. We swim in deep water
until the lifeguard blows his whistle and waves us in closer to the shore;
great swim, the water's almost warm.

Finally we ride a big wave into shore. We do sunbathing and then more
swimming until almost six o'clock; staying later than usual because this is
our last day on the beach, for this trip anyway; but we'll be back I
bet. It's been a beautiful day and I learned another lesson from Willie. I
can't help wondering how many more there are to learn. It's new so I'll
give it time. I snuggle against Willie with my arm around his waist as we
trudge up the sand towards the swimming pool area, and then to our
room. Willie's saying, "Our last day, baby; let's make the most of
it. We'll shower and then I'm gonna give you the best fuck you ever had." I
swear, my cock starts firming up just from hearing him talk about it. I
know I've loved getting fucked ever since my first time with fat Carl, but
I never thought I'd need it this much. It's Willie; he's fucked me into
total dependence on him. The frequent sex is making me want more and more
of it. How he has the stamina for it, I can't imagine. My part is the
easier one; my anus lips quiver on their own at the very thought of
Willie's long tool inside me again. When we're in the room, I gulp, needing
it, then say, "Instead of after the shower, can we do it in the shower?"
and he casually says, "We'll do it when I said we will, and I already told
you it'll be after we shower." The way he can turn on the stern mannerism
is amazing; from a loving demeanor, to stern in an instant. I look down,
mumbling, "I'm sorry, Willie". He says, "Yeah, yeah, just get undressed and
I'll bath you. I changed my mind about the shower, I want to use that big
bathtub with all those water jets, the jacuzzi. I say, "Oh, okay, whatever
you say."  Being sternly chastised by him about when he's going to fuck me,
puts me back in my little-boy frame of mind again; it happens, bam! just
like that. It's irresistible and I let myself slide deeper into the dreamy
world of submission, as I take a few deep breaths; this feeling is so
awesome. Willie's right, it's so awesome feeling submissive like this.

I'm undressed first, my almost six inch cock hanging down between my legs
as I gently fondle my sore balls thinking about Willie fucking me
later. Willie says, "Run the water in the tub and put soap, shampoo, and
towels on the table next to the bathtub." I nod and get to it. It only
takes a minute, Willie watches me hustle. He mumbles, "The other shampoo,
Dylan, not that one." I change the shampoos and he comes over and leans his
naked body against my back with an arm around my neck, cooing in my ear,
jokingly, "Are you getting excited about me fucking you after our bath,
Dylan baby?" I shiver, and quietly say, "You know I am, Willie." He
chuckles, "Are you feeling like a little boy right now?" I blush, saying,
"How'd you know?" He says, "I've had a lot of experience being Larry's
submissive boy and whenever he scolded me I'd fall into that little-boy
feeling. Ain't it great?" I nod my head because it is; it's an impossible
to describe sensation, yet sexy too. I mutter, "It's a good feeling when I
don't think about the wimp part of it." He goes, "Yeah, I know what you
mean, but you're just getting back into the submissive role. I'll bet'cha
no one else has put you in this little-boy frame of mind since you broke-up
with me. Did they?" I shake my head, mumbling, "Not really". He presses it,
asking, "You're my boy, ain't ya, Dylan?" I nod my head "yes", and then say
it, "Yes, Willie." He says, "Just a little reminder of that, and he steps
to the side of me and smacks my ass hard twice, "Whack! Whack!" I just
stand there, but it stings! I get two more hard smacks, "Whack! Whack!"
then another, "Whack" the sound echoing in the tile bathroom. Willie
explained to me yesterday that the smacks on my ass are just to remind me
that I'm submissive to him; it's not that he's angry with me. I endure it
with only a quietly murmured, "Ow," at the last stinging smack, and Willie
says, "Good, no complaints, but from now on I want you to lean over when I
spank your ass; lean over with your hands on your knees. I'll be adding
little details like this as we go along, Dylan. Do you have a problem with
that?" I bend over and grab my knees, muttering, "I guess I don't, Willie,"
and he smacks my ass twice more, really hard, then says, "Okay, that's
good," and a hug follows as I straighten up again. "You're doing great,
Dylan, I'm proud of you," then he sucks on my hickey as I stand there; I
automatically move my head to the side now, giving him full access to the
large hickey on my neck. When the hickey's a hot, stinging bump, to match
my red stinging ass, Willie lets go of me, and says, "Into the tub you go,"
and ten year old me does as he's told, only now realizing I have half a
hard-on; how'd that happen? The water increases the stinging on my smacked
ass, but I keep my lips tightly together and don't whine. That'll only get
me more smacks on my ass. There are rules in Willie's world, and he's
teaching me them quickly. It helped a lot when earlier Willie,
matter-of-factly, explained his motives for some of the things he does. It
made some sense to me; basically, if I want to continue our relationship I
better learn all those things I'm suppose to do. But, how did the spanking
give me this half-boner? Willie turns on the jets, then climbs in, saying,
"Come over between my legs," when I try to do that, he snaps, "Not face to
face! Come in with your back against my chest. Use your head, Dylan," and I
regress to eight years old now; an eight year old boy with a six inch
boner. My semi-boner floats away from me as I slide over between Willie's
legs, properly chastised once again, and he wraps me up in his arms kissing
the back of my neck. "Sorry I yelled at you, Dylan, but try using your head
once in awhile. I don't want to have to tell you everything." He changes
moods so fast it's hard to keep up with him. I like all his moods actually,
sweet, stern, whatever. They all offer me something; a loving feeling or
total submission; it's all good.

He rubs my head, "You like the haircut Willie got for you, Dylan?" I
murmur, "I'm getting to like it." Since I broke the ice with Robby about my
uber short haircut, pretending I lost a bet, this haircut isn't as much of
a concern to me now. Robby's reaction to it was the thing I was most
concerned about, but now that I've told him about it, he has time to get
used to the idea before I see him. He'll probably pitch a fit initially,
but he'll get over it, and I actually kind of like the distinct look of it
now. No one at college has a haircut like this except for a few of the
African American boys. That's right, I'm cool... haha. Getting my other ear
pierced is cool too. I'm inconspicuously rubbing by spanked ass, thinking:
maybe Willie really does know what's best for me. We sit like that, my back
against Willie's chest, as he rubs my nipples, getting them hard, sticking
out from my chest. He says, "Did ya ever get a boner in the bathtub,
Dylan?" I go, "I got half of one right now," and he reaches around to
stroke it. "You're a walking boner, Dylan," and I laugh with him. He says,
"Scoot around and see if you can give me a boner with your mouth." I ask,
"Under water?" Is he serious? The water in this deep tub is up to my
nipples by now and the steady gargling in the overflow valve is continuous,
with the water still running. Willie turns off the jets, and goes, "Yeah,
under water; come up whenever you need air. We'll do an experiment." I say,
"Okay, here goes," and turn around again in this big jacuzzi. Then, taking
a big inhale, I pinch my nostrils with thumb and forefinger and bob under
the water with my eyes and lips closed and grab his long cock. It's a
little firm already; probably from my ass pressing against it or our bodily
contact in general. I slide the head of his cock into my mouth. Some bath
water comes in with it, but my lips are tight around the neck of his cock
now, so it's only a mouthful. I swallow the water somehow, blocking-up my
ears, and start licking the head of his long cock with a lot of tongue
action, counting to sixty in my head. When I get to sixty I come up for air
gasping. Willie's got his arms stretched-out resting them on the top rim of
the jacuzzi, leaning back against the rounded end. He looks very pleased
with himself, like he's having a grand old time. Well, he's doing a hell of
a job training me to be his uber submissive boy, and I can see he's pleased
about how that's going. My submissive side has almost totally taken over my
brain. I take a lot of air into my lungs again and repeat my previous
actions. By the time I count to sixty this time, I again need air badly,
but his cock is definitely firming up nicely. As I'm gasping for air above
the water line he rubs my head, saying, "You're doing fine, baby. It feels
good," and he stretches out the word "good" making me smile at him. "God,
you're cute," he says, and I smile a bigger smile this time, happy for the
compliment. I stay under till the count of seventy and Willie's cock is
fairly hard now. "One more dive should do," he says, when my head pops out
of the water, me gasping for oxygen; he strokes himself as he says
that. Under I go again and begin to count in my head, but I'm not as
cautious as I've been my first three times and I get a lot of water in my
mouth this time, so I bob my head right back up and force the water out
between my lips in a stream onto Willie's face. He laughs as I go down to
finish the job. I get him real hard by the time I count to seventy, but
force myself to suck his cock for another count of five, then come up
stroking my own cock, gasping for air once more. Dodger can hold his breath
under water for two full minutes. Those Dickers boys are freaks like that;
awesome freaks, I mean.

Willie strokes himself a few more times, then says, "Okay, you did it! Way
to go. Now sit on it as a tease for the upcoming fuck you're going to get
after our bath." My eyes get big at this fantastic idea. I ask, "Should I
face you or have my back to you?" He says, "I'll scoot to the middle and
you sit on my cock facing me. That way I can watch your face and see you're
excitement." That's what I do, but getting on his boner is a little
awkward. I steady myself with a hand on each of Willie's shoulders as he
tries to guide his boner to my hole. I'm half standing, my legs outside of
his. Willie has his legs stretched out in front of him. After squatting
down twice, hitting the head of his cock on each buttocks, I hit the
jackpot on the third try. His cock head is partially spreading the lips of
my anus. "Go slow," Willie instructs as he continues to hold his cock in
his fist. The entry isn't as smooth as I thought it would be with all this
water, but Willie has fucked my anus and rectum into a new toughness, so
while it hurts some going down the shaft of his boner, I don't even change
my facial expression. I'd like to have said, "Ow!", but I don't. Willie's
encouraging me, "Go down further, a little more... take more of it,
Dylan. I want you sitting flat on my thighs." It's a unique sensation and I
swallow hard, then my buttocks hit the top of Willie's legs, and he says,
"Sit all the way down now,". When I do, my legs go out on either side of
his hips, and his cock enters me another full inch, making me go, "Ohh!"
and then the sensation of being totally filled-up by Willie's penis makes
me go, "Ahhh, oh God, Ahhhh!" Willie's grimacing, biting his bottom lip,
grunting, "Awesome, Dylan. You rock, baby!" I squirm on his lap and my ass
is feeling so good it's ridiculous. Just thinking about Willie's boner way
up inside me like this makes my shoulders shudder. "Ride it a little,"
Willie says, as he blows out a lot of air. Taking little quick breathes,
like I'm panting, I struggle to get my feet under me, then lift almost
completely off his cock. Just the head stays inside me and I ride his boner
up and down, the water splashing around us. All the time I'm holding onto
Willie's shoulders, he helps me stay steady with his hands holding my
waist. My boner bobs in the water between Willie and me as I bend and
straighten my knees slightly. It's a truly awesome feeling.

A minute of that and my legs are getting tired. Willie says, "Ya better sit
back down, Dylan, my balls are starting to churn spunk." Oh does this feel
good! I groan a little as I go all the way back down, wetting all around my
lips with my tongue as I do it.  I get my arms around Willie's neck and
lean in to rest my chin on his shoulder, the sides of our faces
touching. Willie says in my ear, "You really turn me on, Dylan, turn me on
like no other." I murmur back, "And you surely do know how to pleasure me,
like you said before. Your dominant style of sex with me just does it for
me more and more, Willie." He says, "I've given a lot of thought as to the
best way to win you back, and tough love is what I came up with, I'm not at
all surprised you've taken to it so fully. You came around faster than I
thought you would, but I knew you would eventually. I spotted you as a
super submissive type way back at Carl's graduation party" I just wasn't
tough enough the first time." I bite my lip, mumbling, "You've been awfully
rough on me today, Willie. " He says, "I explained that to you
already. Don't you listen to me?" Thinking about another spanking on my
already smacked ass, I quickly say, "Oh yeah, when we were swimming. Sure I
remember." He goes, "And?" Thinking fast I come-up with, "And I understand,
and you're right, I'll remember stuff better if you, um, highlight it with
maybe a little rough love." He likes that, and says, "You do listen, good
boy, Dylan," and kisses my cheek. I'm rubbing my cheek against his, as my
boner's rest against his belly, all the while admitting to myself that my
nuts feel fine now and my ass is losing a lot of the sting already, so it's
not like he's injuring me. And anyway, except for a few tough love episode,
teaching me to be a proper submissive, everything's perfect. Willie's
hugging me around the waist as my head rest on his shoulder and I rock
slowly on his cock.  Feeling like I should tell Willie how good everything
is going, my lips move against his shoulder as I murmur, "I'm having an
awesome time, Willie, it's fun being this submissive. Were you this
submissive to Larry in your submissive days?" Willie says, "Maybe not quite
as submissive as you've become because I wasn't as true a submissive as you
are. I told ya you'd embrace this, just keep taking my instructions and
we'll have even better times ahead. Is that good by you?" I groan at the
feeling of his long cock inside me, and mutter, "Can't wait, Willie." He
says, "You're doing great, Dylan... just keep it up and you'll be surprised
how much fun you'll have being my submissive boyfriend. Like I said, I knew
we'd get it right eventually. This trip is just what we both needed to give
us the time to iron-out a few rough spots in our relationship." I say,
"You're certainly ironing my ass out in the process, that's fer
sure... haha." He chuckles, then says, "Well, yeah, but you deserve the
tough reminders, don't forget that. And I give you a lot of credit too; a
lot of credit for accepting you need these stern reminders so you can learn
your proper place. We've already talked about this." I murmur, "Uh huh,"
not really listening to him because his cock up my ass is now demanding all
of my attention. Oh, if only it could last all night.

Finally, Willie takes a hand from around me to reach over and flick the
switch for the water jets again, and there's jets of water hitting all over
us; it's almost too much to take in. Most of my brain is concentrating on
how fabulous my ass feels, but the hard jet streams of water can't be
ignored either. After a couple more minutes of snuggling and hugging,
Willie goes, "Ya better get off, baby, I can feel an orgasm coming on and I
want to fuck you properly after our bath." Reluctantly I stand up, but I do
it slowly to savor every inch of Willie's boner 'cause it's stimulating my
rectum's sensitive spots, inch by inch, coming out of me. The expanded neck
of his cock's head catches at my anus for a second pulling my anus' lips
away from my ass further than I'd have thought possible; then his cock's
head pops free and Willie moans, "Ohhhhh!". He's really getting my boy
pussy trained too, not just me. We're both breathing hard, sexually aroused
from this hot experience. He pulls my head to him with a hand at the back
of my neck and we do a long, tongue involved kiss that does nothing to help
my boner go down; it's harder than ever after the kiss. With a knee on
either side of Willie's legs, I'm leaning against him as our boners squish
together, and we start another make-out, going at it hot and heavy until he
finally grunts, "Oh, Dylan, this is heaven, but let's get washed. I'm
getting blue balls, baby. You're so sexy it's almost ridiculous. How do you
turn me on so much?" I could say the same to him, but I savor the
compliment instead, smiling, and staring into his sexy eyes.

We finally get ourselves under control, then Willie says, "Turn around now,
your back to me, and I'll start by shampooing your hair." I go, "Not that
there's much hair to shampoo". Willie casually mumbles, "And this is the
way you'll keep it too, so get use to it." He shampoos my head as if I have
lots of hair. Then, using a handheld shower head, he rinses my hair, and
soap bubbles surround us on top of the water. Then he turns around and I
shampoo his hair. I like his hair and enjoy my fingers going through it
with all the shampoo suds. Maybe he'll let me cut his hair sometime. He's
cut mine ones or twice, but he's never let me cut his, and I'd like to give
him one of my sexy haircuts.That can be very hot; I've had some extremely
hot and sexy times giving certain boys a haircut. It can be an intimate
thing when done the right way. Robby likes cutting my hair, probably
because I cut his. Chubby used to cut my hair, and was good at; Robby, not
so much.  After I rinse Willie's hair he uses a washcloth and slowly,
sensuously washes my body. My boner went down some in the water during the
shampooing; Willie's too, but we both get them back as Willie washes me. I
love when a cute boy baths me; that's intimate too. With his soapy
washcloth Willie strokes my cock until it's a hard boner again. He stops
then, leaving me with tight stomach muscles and electric sparks in my
balls, moaning quietly; sex is so freakin' awesome. He goes, "Not yet,
baby," and chuckles; I let out a big breath. I wash Willie the same way he
washed me and then follow his lead by stroking his boner with a soapy
washcloth, then my bare hand. I notice a big difference stroking an eight
inch boner as compared to mine. It kinda makes me jealous that his is over
two inches longer. Willie pushes my hand away when he feels a climax
building. We both go under water, our eyes tightly closed, to try and rinse
our bodies, but it's no good in a soapy tub of water, so we get out and
drip water on the floor scampering to the shower, "Get the water
temperature just right, Dylan."  I do what I'm told, he puts his hand under
the spray when I get the right balance between hot and cold. "Good boy," he
mumbles, and we step under the many shower heads to rinse off the bathtub
soap.

When we're soap free, still standing under the cascade of water, Willie
goes, "Okay, here's another tease. Bend over and grab your knees and Willie
will go up your pussy again." My heart beat picks up as Willie's holding me
at the waist; he pushes his boner all the way in, and we both let out
sighs, "Ahhh, yeaaaah." Willie's gotten me pretty much opened-up back there
and the eight inches of his boner goes in quite easily; but it still feels
wonderful. He slowly fucks my ass with me moaning with pleasure right from
the start, pushing my boy pussy back at Willie's every thrusts. Precum
drools from my cock, but again he stops just before I cum, leaving me
desperate for more. Turning off the water, Willie says, "Suck my cock
clean, boy," and I get on my knees on the wet shower floor in a
flash. Willie has precum drips too, which I slurp down my throat and then
gobble his cock down there too. "Easy, baby, or I'll drown you in spunk."
Finished cleaning his cock I begin licking his balls without even being
told to do so. I suck on each nut, then lick under them to his asshole and
suck on that. My neck's stretched back, but I want all of him. He's totally
captivated me and he seems sexier than ever. My neck strains further
getting my tongue on his asshole as his hard cock and big balls roll around
on my forehead. Feeling like a contortionist I lick at his clean asshole,
ignoring the few hairs there, then force my tongue inside his anus noticing
the acrid taste of shit residue inside. I lick at it until his inside his
anus is clean. Willie is making all kinds of grunting sounds, and finally
says loudly, "That's enough, Dylan!" I a thin spurt of cum shoots over my
head to land low on my back. Willie takes some deep breaths, then says,
"Gargle." So we leave the shower and I use Willie's mouthwash and gargle a
few times, spitting out each mouthful. Guess he's afraid he'll taste his
own shit in my mouth when we kiss. He wouldn't, but he's a bit of a
germ-a-phobe. I mean, he's not fanatical about it like some people who go
so far as to use their elbow to turn-on public faucets in men's
restrooms. Plus, once in awhile Willie get's a little raunchy, like making
me wear cum drenched panties, and that sort of thing. I guess he puts his
foot down when shit is involved. Probably I should too, but it hasn't
occurred to me yet.

When I've gargled enough to satisfy him, he kisses me and smiles, "Nice
clean mouth ya got there". He asks, "Who do you love more than anyone in
the world?" Thinking of Robby quickly, I give him the answer he wants to
hear, I say, "That would be you, Willie Worthington." And at this moment
I'm almost telling the truth. When I'm with Robby, and he asks me that, my
answer will be totally truthful when I say it's him, but why take a chance
on another spanking from Willie for giving the wrong response. This is our
last day together in Key West and I'm sacrificing total honesty with Willie
for my ass's sake. Willie turns me around, getting his arms around my
stomach, and immediately pushes his cock easily up my ass again with just
hip motion. I wasn't expecting it so soon after his shower tease. In the
shower he got my ass really opened wide just begging for his cock and it
fits real good. We stand like that, with his boner far up my ass while he
sucks my hickey again. That fuckin' hickey is huge by now, and theres no
way it's going down for at least a week. When I get home I'll put one of
those round bandaids on it to cover it, but it's won't fool anyone who sees
it. Damn! Embarrassing, that's what it's going to be for me. Even my mom is
going to notice this one and wonder who gave me it. That worry leaves my
mind when Willie says, "It's time for Willie's boy to get his pussy fucked
hard." We're apparently going to do it right here in the bathroom. He
starts right up with an easy rhythm; his penetrations and withdrawals
feeling awesome, as usual. but I tighten my sphincter muscle to increase
the pleasure sensations in my rectum that much more. I'm moaning again,
right from the start, muttering, "Fuck my pussy, Willie, fuck it hard." His
long boner is going all the way in until his crotch smacks my ass, then all
the way out until the head is distending my anus again; my anus was never
this flexible before. He holds it there, with my anus stretched out from my
ass, for a few seconds, then his cock goes smoothly all the way back
in... and on and on it goes.

Shortly Willie begins makes a little grunting sound each time his cock's as
far in as he can get it. At times, to me, it feels like the head of his
cock is hitting my lungs, but that's probably just a result of my heavy
breathing. What an erotic rush being fucked so well, and so often. How will
I get by without it? I murmur more encouragement to Willie. "Oh Willie, it
feels so good; you fuck me the best, I love your cock in my pussy." He
likes that I call my ass "pussy". Figure I can't go wrong following his
lead. He usually turns out to be right anyway. Willie murmurs, in between
his grunts, "That's Willie's boy," and I think, "I better call him my man,"
so I murmur, "My man fucks me better than anybody," and he slaps my ass,
then picks up the pace. Now I'm leaning forward, supporting myself on the
rim of the sink with both hands. I soon begin making "Uh, uh, uh," sounds
with each passage of his cock up my rectum, getting closer and closer to
finally climaxing, and I can't wait for that climatic-moment when all hell
breaks loose, and spunks shoots out of my boner, the head vibrating and
burning a little from the force of my orgasm, and every nerve in my body is
alive and tingling like electric sparks. All Willie's earlier teases have
me in a state of high sexual arousal, and I wonder how much higher he can
take me. Willie slides his hands up my side and then pulls me away from the
sink, my back against his chest. He does it without interrupting the rhythm
of his fucking. He reaches down and strokes my boner, then rubs his hands
up my body leaving goose bumps and chills all over me. At my chest he rubs
my nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they're sticking out hard
and tingly again. His hands rubs my stomach near my cock then reach down to
gently squeeze my balls with both hands; all the soreness is gone and I can
hardly remember the pain, but I remember, very well, the lesson: do not
ogle other boys when I'm with Willie. I'm literally writhes against him
now, going up and down on my toes. Willie's got my arms pinned to my sides
or I'd be stroking my incredibly sensitive boner. I'm moaning quietly, my
eyes close tightly as every nerve in my body begins to tingles, like I knew
they would. I start humping my hips forward then, and with the second
thrust cum shoots out of my cock with such force I'm sure I'm going to
faint, but cum keeps spurting and he keeps fucking me. Then as I get my
vision back Willie pours his seed up my bowels humping faster and harder
until his cum is dripping out past his cock, and his crotch is slapping off
my cum-soaked ass cheeks. Each hump up my ass makes wet sucking sounds;
when his crotch hits my ass the wet slapping sound echo the bathroom. My
head's back on his shoulder as I gasp for air. Willie slows down gasping
for air himself. Then he moans as the secondary sensations roll over him
and he hugs me tightly against him and rotates his hip getting his cock to
twist in my ass. "Oh my God, that was good," he murmurs, before reaching
down to strokes my still firm, but not hard, cock; this pulls out some last
cum drippings. He lifts his hand to my mouth, "Suck my fingers clean,
Dylan," and I suck on his thumb, then each finger he puts in my mouth. I'll
suck on anything of Willies'.

"Wow!" he says when I'm done sucking his fingers, "Let's lay under the
covers for a nap." After fucking me, Willie's decided he likes naps before
dinner. That's been his pattern recently, at least. We're both quietly
enjoying the wonderful feeling in our bodies after that excellent fuck. He
teased me a few time in the tub and shower, his cock up my ass both times,
so I was so hot for him to fuck me and my climax was magical to me. Willie
liked it too, I can tell by the way he keeps his arm around my neck as we
walk together towards the bed. "Pull down the covers for us, Dylan," and
when I do we snuggle under the covers, kissing for a while before Willie
says, "It's time for a nap, don't you ever get tired of kissing, hugging,
and sucking on me, or getting fucked by me, Dylan?" He sounds serious, so I
answer seriously with a simple, "No, I can't say that I do." He does a
tight squeeze around my chest, and says, "Neither do I. We'll test the
limits of that this summer though, won't we, baby?" I say, "I guess so,
Willie." That satisfies Willie for the moment and we doze off. Before I
fall asleep, I worry a little about the commitments I'm making to everyone,
but decide to deal with that concern later and enjoy my last night in Key
West... last night for a while, anyway.

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

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