Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2014 17:55:14 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: Dylan's Summer Vacation Two Chapter 54 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 54 by Donny Mumford Ray drove off, favoring his badly sprained left ankle. I wave at him, then began going up the steps to my condo and, damn, the steps are putting a strain on my sore rectum; I didn't even realize it was sore until I started up these steps. Ray's the only one who can give me a sore ass from having sex. His huge mushroom-headed cock is the culprit of course, but a sore rear-end is a small price to pay for the awesome feelings that cock of his produces in my ass. My ass isn't so sore that I need to walk bowlegged that occasionally happens with Ray, but I sure know I've been fucked good. Actually, tonight I had to basically fuck myself on Ray's cock as his sprained ankle prevented him from moving around. He just sat on the backseat of his car with me on his lap, his cock up my ass, and me riding it. I'm betting we do it like that again because it was sizzling hot for both of us. Lately Ray's been milking my balls before fucking me, and that's working out good, too. The so-called 'milking' feels awesome and it prevents me from having fast climaxes during the anal sex that follows, so I get to enjoy the experience longer. My second orgasm doesn't result in very much cum naturally, but the climaxing sensations feel surprisingly similar to a full orgasm. Ray's gonna do the 'milking' whether I like it or not, so it's convenient that I do like it. He's in charge and not shy about reminding me of that, and I find his take-charge manner sexually exciting, but it comes across as only partially dominant. He's very good at making-out, and he fucks awesome, but his main attraction as far as I'm concerned is his musky BO scent. It's an aphrodisiac to me and I guess it always has been. Until recently, I couldn't put my finger on what it was exactly that turned me on about Ray. Now I know it's definitely his musky BO scent and it's having an increased effect on me the more I experience it. Although it might seem like I'm always on the verge of dumping Ray, I've no intention of doing that now. It's more likely Ray will dump me somewhere along the line and it'll probably be because of Sonny. Sonny's my only current sex partner that has down pat the dominant part of sex. Ray's spotty with it and so is Robby, while Sonny's consistently dominant during sex, and then he changes into a sweet, Dodger-like wiseass after sex. Seth's not dominant at all and I don't even count Jerry as a sex partner. I had that one-time, make-friends sex with Jerry and that is the end of that. My latest intriguing prospect for some hot buddy sex lies with my new acquaintance, Cole. He suggested we get together for some buddy sex, mostly because we're simpatico with our side-sex philosophy. We're claiming side sex doesn't detract at all from our true lover's sex. I'll see what happens with Cole. Ray and I got sweaty during our sex in the back of his car, plus his saliva has dried all over my face and there's dried cum on my ass, so a shower is a necessity. After dropping my clothes on the floor of my bedroom, I walk into the bathroom naked and get the shower going, then brush my teeth and gargle. The shower water has warmed up so in I go and wow, does this feel good. After the shower it's right to bed... and then, ta da! it's Thursday morning. I feel great this morning and my ass healed itself overnight so I'm ready for the day, and looking forward to a date with Sonny McCarty after work. Then Friday after work, Sonny's older brother, Devon, will come over for a haircut and maybe I'll learn what Devon is thinking when he rubs his cheek against mine and hugs me longer than he should during our posse greetings. Face to face contact is a no-no among straight guys and yet Devon always does it to me, so naturally I'm curious why. Work today and tomorrow, and then we're done for nine days if you count the four weekend days, and Wildwood here we come! Anyone who doesn't like the Jersey shore, well, there's no hope for them. Chubby's in my kitchen just about every morning since the Keurig coffee maker moved from Chubby's condo to mine, and he's here this morning too. After our 'good morning' hug, and my kiss on his lips. Chubby wipes his lips with the back of his hand, then says, "Gina's little brother told me a joke. Ya wanna hear it?" I ask, "How old is Gina's little brother?" I'm always interested in boys, ya know. Chubby's mumbles, "He's a year younger than, Gina," and I go, "Oh, so he's eighteen, huh? That's not actually a 'little brother', is it? I got the impression he was younger." Chubby's like, "Yeah, I thought he was sixteen for a few weeks because that's what he told me, but Gina straightened me out about his actual age. Albert considers himself a jokester of sorts. Initially, he only talked to me in indecipherable teen slang, for example." I ask, "Well, is he cute? Maybe I'll take him out and we can double date with you and Gina." Chubby laughs, "Maybe not, although he might be bisexual." Naturally I want to know why Chubby thinks that, and he's like, "Oh, I don't know. He dates girls, but he's a little touchy-feely with me, if you know what I mean. And, maybe my imagination, but when I'm waiting for Gina to finish making herself pretty, it's almost like Albert is flirting with me. He's always goofing around, so I haven't been able to figure him out yet. I do like the kid though, he's very cool in his own way." I ask again, "Is he cute? You didn't say." Chubby chuckles, "Yeah, I'd have to say he's cute because he looks quite a bit like Gina, although not in a feminine way." Hmmm? Maybe I need to meet Albert sometime. Chubby says, "Anyway, do you wanna hear the joke?" My coffee's ready now, so I add some cream and sugar, muttering, "Yeah, let's hear it." Chubby goes, "A hooded robber bursts into a bank with a gun and forces one of the tellers to load the sack he's carrying full of cash. On his way out of the bank, a brave customer brashly pulls the burglar's hood off, revealing his face. The robber shoots the guy immediately and then sees a teller gawking at him so he shoots her, too. He looks around at the rest of the people in the bank, who naturally are now all looking at anything but the burglar. The robber yells, 'Well, did anyone else see my face?' There are a few moments of utter silence and then an old guy raises his hand and without looking at the burglar, he says, 'Um, my wife got a damn good look at you.'" Chubby's chuckling and I give a laugh because it's a pretty good joke. I go, "Pretty funny, maybe I should meet Albert, `cuz I'm a fan of jokesters." Chubby mutters, "'You're a fan of boys' would be a more accurate statement." We go out on the balcony and share a cigarette with our coffees, and then we're off to work. Unfortunately, at work there's no Seth to keep me entertained today so I'm alone on my side of the truck between jobs. He's home with the flu, and I find that it's no fun not having him to mess around with. To pass the time riding between jobs, I think about the shenanigans Ryan and I used to do together back here and that springs a boner in my shorts. It's interesting to discover that my hots for Ryan haven't diminished during his absence. Ryan's one more reason I'm looking forward to getting back to Merrimack, but at the same time I don't want to wish my life away either. I'm having a good time this summer, so Merrimack is just part of my future while I live in the present. Still, it's nice having things to look forward to and I'm looking forward to Ryan in the fall, fer sure. All things considered, it turns out to be a good day on the job even though it was too hot with temperatures in the low nineties. We're all dragging by the end of the day, but now we're one day closer to a week off and everyone on the crew is psyched about that. Well, not Robby because he'll be working harder than ever next week. I feel bad he needs to work during our vacation week, but I'm glad he's our supervisor. It's been a pleasure working for him from the first day to the present. I love that boy and it's awesome being able to look up and see him working nearby. If he happens to look up at the same time I'm looking over at him, he gives me a beautiful smile that gets my dick doing cartwheels in my jockey shorts. My true-love boyfriend is so sexy and cute... looking at him never disappoints. As we're changing into street clothes Chubby tells me he doesn't have part-time work today, but he's still busy. He and MJ, plus two other couples, are going to another Paw Sox game. Mary Jo's father got free tickets for front row seats and he's giving them to her. I wouldn't mind getting the use of those free tickets sometime, but I'd want to go with just Chubby, Robby, and me and maybe some guys we work with, not with MJ's crowd of clowns. I know that's so unfair of me. I don't know them, but from what Chubby's told me I don't think I'd fit in with those guys at all. Chubby's not crazy about them either; he says they're alright. That's the best he can say about them. Well, whatever, the bottom line is I'll be eating dinner alone tonight, that's unless Sonny can have dinner with me. We had dinner together last time we got together, so it might work again. He said he'd be over around seven, but when I'm in my condo I text him to see if he can get here earlier: 'Sonny, can you come over earlier? I need company for dinner.' He doesn't reply for ten minutes, then he texts me, 'Can't wait to see me, huh? I can come over right now, the family's already left to visit my grandmother. See you in twenty minutes.' Oh yeah, Devon mentioned that his family's gonna be visiting his grandmother in a nursing home. Sonny's not going because he made-up a bull-bleep story about a job interview. Devious boy. A shower for me is necessary before anything else, and then I get dressed pulling on a sleeveless t-shirt to show off my guns and my cool tattoo for Sonny's benefit. Then I also choose the shorts and expensive sandals that Willie bought me for Key West, I also put on my sport watch that he bought me, and my new black stud earrings. I look cool so I give myself a smile in the mirror and then go out front to smoke a cigarette. I've got gum in my pocket to cover the taste and smell of the cigarette after smoking it. Sonny's not here in twenty minutes like he said he'd be. By the time he pulls up on his hot motor bike it's closer to a half hour and I've already finished the cigarette and chewed and spit the out the gum. Well, I'm not the only one who looks cool tonight. I grin at him and he shoots me with his index finger, parks the bike and gets off it, and we do the posse greeting, then he kisses me on the lips, saying, "How ya doing, boyfriend?" I say, "Good, but are we actually boyfriends, Sonny? I think we're more like sex buddies." He pinches my cheek, mumbling, "No, you're my boyfriend now. My first one actually. I was afraid to act on my sexual inclinations until Ray came out as bisexual, and then when I saw his boyfriend, who turns out to be you, I sprung into action and made you want me." I laugh at his brashness while he smirks cutely back at me. He's having a good time, but then I think that Sonny always has a good time. He says, "Hop on behind me," as he mounts his cycle, "and hold on to me tightly, boyfriend. It's what you want to do anyway, isn't it?" I get on asking, "What took you so long getting here?" He says, "I took a shower so my body would be clean for you to drool over." I hug him around the waist and get comfortable on the bike, then say in his ear, "That was nice of you, not necessary, but nice of you." He says, "You're looking extra sexy and cool tonight yourself, Dylan. Did you want to look sexy and cool for me?" I say, "Yep," and he mutters, "Good," revs the engine, and then we're off in a jackrabbit start that get's the back tire squealing. I'm holding Sonny tightly around his stomach because his body feels good, and for safety reasons, too. Rubbing my nose in the short orange hairs at the back of his head, I smell only shampoo. I'd rather smell Sonny. It's intimate riding on a motorcycle with my arms wrapped around his skinny body, so by the time he wheels into his driveway my dick is quite firm. Not a boner exactly, but firm and feeling good. Following Sonny inside, I ask, "Are you sure your family won't return while we're playing our sexy games?" He says, "Yeah, I'm sure. It's a two-hour drive to the nursing home and after their visit they're going out to dinner, and then a two-hour drive back. That's why I didn't want to go. That much driving in a car sometimes makes me carsick, especially the way dad drives." I take Sonny's hand, saying, "You poor baby, still getting carsick." He frowns, looking down at my hand holding his, so I say, "If we're boyfriends like you said, you should hold my hand." He looks at me, and asks, "Seriously? Gay boys hold hands?" I go, "Yeah, of course," and he wants to know, "Does Ray do it?" He's always curious what Ray does on our dates. I'm like, "Well, sometimes he does. He walks with his arm around my waist sometimes, too." Sonny goes, "Oh, that's because you're like a girlfriend to Ray and me. We're the guys." Sonny's told me this before, so I ask, "Did Ray teach you that nonsense?" He shakes his head, "Of course not, I've never talked about what Ray does when he's favoring the gay part of his bisexuality. It's just common sense that you're the girl and I'm the guy, I've explained how that works before. You're not a girl of course, or I wouldn't be interested in you. You're a really cute guy, but during sex you act the girl's part, that's all. And you do it in the most submissive way I can imagine, which is totally awesome of you. You really pump-up my sexual arousal when you act submissive to me. You make it seem so real and sometimes I think it is real. Let's go up to my bedroom where you need to begin acting submissive to me... it part of the scene. I want you taking all your clothes off and sitting in my desk chair so I can tie you in it. Then I'm going to cut the shit out of your hair again. I got so turned-on cutting your hair last time and I think it's because of the way you just accepted whatever I wanted to do. You've got the submissive act down perfectly." My cock is boned-up from hearing that so I casually adjust my boner sideways in my pants, hoping it's not too noticeable, saying, "It's not an act, Sonny. I am submissive during sex." Sonny's leading me upstairs holding my hand, mumbling, "I saw you adjusting your boner and you've got a long one alright, but it's not as long as mine and not as thick either. Oh FYI, I'm working you out with the dildo again, too. After you cum I'll fuck another orgasm out of you." I ask, "Are you sure you're not talking to Ray about stuff like this?" He goes, "I told you I've never talked to anybody about this. Why, does Ray do the same things?" I mumble, "Surprisingly similar things, yeah." Sonny stops on the steps, still holding my hand as he turns around and seriously asks, "When should I do the spanking? When does Ray spank you?" I ask, "What makes you think he spanks me?" Sonny shrugs, "I don't know. You're wicked submissive so it seems a spanking just fits with that. I've seen some awesome spankings on line. They can bone me up good, let me tell ya." I ask, "You get sexually aroused watching someone get spanked?" I'm thinking of Ryan when I ask that because he claims to get aroused spanking me, or being spanked himself. With Ryan it could have something to do with the harsh treatment he received from dominant sicko sex partners in the past, but what's Sonny's reason for getting aroused by spanking? He turns around and we continue up the steps, "Yeah, I do get aroused. So what? Maybe it's a fetish. Is there a spanking fetish?" I go, "I don't know, but there's probably a fetish for everything when you consider there's seven billion people on the planet. That's a huge number so there's probably something for everybody, as weird as some of those things might be." We're in the upstairs hall walking to Sonny's bedroom. He says, "Well, whether it's a fetish or not, spanking gets me hot, yeah." I shrug, but have nothing more to say to that. In his messy bedroom I step over clothes Sonny's tossed on the floor, and when I find a clean spot, I pull my cool t-shirt over my head. Sonny asks, "Where'd you get your tattoo?" I tell him, "A tattoo shop on the Wildwood boardwalk. I didn't actually know I'd be getting a tattoo though, it just sorta happened, but I like it." Sonny nods, as if what I just said made sense, and mutters, "It's cool, now get those shorts off; your sandals too." When I'm completely naked, Sonny mutters, "What a body. You're lucky." I shrug again, but I'm glad guys think my body's hot. A gift of nature. Sonny does one of Ryan's tricks, he grabs my cock, which is back down to it's normal flaccid state, and pulls me over to the desk chair while a submissiveness slowly descends on me like a silent mist. I have nothing to do with it except being docile to Sonny. "Sit your ass down and no talking unless I ask you something." I sit down on the wood seat and it feels cold on my bare ass. "Stay put," Sonny says, as he goes to his bureau and pulls out the soft ropes he used the last time he tied me up. He walks over to me and drops all but one of the ropes in my lap, then takes my arm and puts it on the arm of the chair and ties my wrist to it. He's quiet as he ties another rope around my forearm near my elbow and then ties my other arm the same way. Then something new: he ties a rope around my waist and knots it behind the back of the chair. Kneeling down in front of me, he picks up a rope off my lap, brushing my hardening cock with the back of his fingers, and ties my feet together. The last rope is tied between my ankles and then to something under the chair. He stands and pats my cheek. My eyes go to his, and he says, "Now I can do whatever I want with you and you can't do a thing about it. You're totally mine, just the way I want it and I can see in your eyes you're loving being under my control. What a fantastic stroke of good luck I had running into you." Something about Sonny's baby-face way of doing things and his matter of fact manner gets me feeling deliciously submissive to him. He's very Ryan-like in that regard. Maybe it's Sonny's skinny body and youthful looks that captivate me. He looks so young, I thought he was in middle school when I first met him. With Ryan it's probably the fact he's so small and he wears those little round eyeglasses that enables me to drift off into dreamy trances of submission when he's dominant during our sex. Sonny doesn't need to tell me not to talk because I don't think I could anyway. It's like last time, only the submissive trance came over me faster this time, and now I can hardly keep my eyes open. I'm already deeply into this wonderful trance, like I'm hypnotized and maybe that's it. Maybe I'm hypnotized somehow by Sonny's manner. Whatever, I love it. He walks behind me and I don't even feel like turning my head to see what he's doing. I can hear him rustling through a drawer in his bureau. Then he's back in front of me with a comb and scissors in his hand. "Hold your head still," he says, and without hesitating he combs through hairs in front of my head and closes the scissors, "Scrunch," is the sound I hear as the scissors cut through my hair and a shower of short two-toned blond hairs fall onto my nose and then down my chest to pool in my lap. My cock gets harder as another, "Scrunch," gets more hair falling, and so do the following, "Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch, scrunch" sounds. Then Sonny stands back looking at his handiwork, muttering, "It's not coming together like it did last time." His voice sounds like it's coming from far away. I stare straight ahead with the buzzing in my hard cock getting most of my attention. It's like I'm floating on air as Sonny starts cutting my hair again. "Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch" go the scissors through my hair with a constant rain of short hair clippings sliding off my face, chest, back, and shoulders. "Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch" on and on with Sonny gently pushing the back of my head and me leaning my head forward, or he puts gentle pressure on the right side of my head and I lean it to the left, whatever he wants, and there's the seemingly endless, "Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch" sounds of scissors cutting through dry hair. No way to gage the passage of time in my submissive trance, but it seems like the haircut is going on longer than last time and I hope it never stops. It's not that I have a haircut fetish like Dodger, it's more my submissiveness to willingly allow myself to be tied to the chair in a helpless condition while knowing full well Sonny will be cutting my hair, and knowing he doesn't know how to cut hair, and knowing he was incredibly lucky last time. Knowing all that, but not giving a shit because it feels so good to be this submissive, with Sonny playing the dominant part so perfectly. He's not acting or feeling particularly dominant, he's a natural at it. Now he seems to be snipping an outline around my ear and I'm worried he'll be done after that. I want him to start all over again, but by now there's probably not enough hair left on my head to cut. Sonny steps back looking at my head, then walks around me slowly biting his lip, then he says, "I think it's turning out better than last time, but maybe a tiny bit shorter. Still wicked cool looking." Then he cuts hair on the left side of my head all over again. It goes on for another delicious five minutes, or so it seems. He's cutting from the bottom of my sideburn all the way up the side of my head. Sonny steps back examining his scissor work once again. In front of me now he grips my chin and moves my head left, then right, muttering, "Just wanted to make sure both sides are the same." Behind me, the scissors and comb rattle on the desk top where he drops them, and, using both hands, he rubs all over my head dislodging another fine shower of very short clippings. He runs the palm of his hand over my face brushing off stray clippings, saying to me with a grin, "I did it again. Fucked it up at first, but then salvaged it and made it perfect. I'm a perfectionist, ya know, so I take a long time maybe, but get it right before I stop. Damn that was fun!" I feel so calm and dreamy and wonderful, while at the same time sexual sensations are zipping around my groin as my asshole clenches and unclenches in anticipation of the dildo that will soon be tantalizing my rectum. This is awesome and I don't think I've felt this sexy since Ryan regressed me into thinking I was ten years old. Even Sonny can't match that, so that's another thing I'll look forward to from Ryan in the fall. Sonny gets his knees up on the chair's seat I'm tied to, one knee on either side of my thighs. He grabs my boner to get his balance, then straightens up and keeps himself steady with a hand on each of my shoulders, murmuring, "Open your mouth, Dylan," and when I do he slides his firm, but not boned-up penis into my mouth on my tongue, cooing, "Ouuu, so warm and soft," as he gets his arms around my neck, adding, "This is so fabulous, Dylan, you're the best. Suck my cock, boy." Moving my head forward I take as much of his seven-plus inches of flesh in my mouth as I can, and suck it while licking it and all I can think of is, 'Yum, yum'. Sonny doesn't have a head on his cock to match Ray's, but then who does? Sonny's cock is still a big mouthful. He moves his hips as I suck and lick his organ, like he's doing a slow fuck in my mouth. His cock gets hard, then harder, and finally it's at its hardest with precum drooling out as Sonny moans quietly and licks his lips. The whole time I'm sucking his cock my eyes are at the top of their sockets staring at Sonny's face. He's licking his lips and moaning constantly now. There's a grin on his face and an expression of pure joy. It's nice to be able to bring him pleasure while I'm experiencing pleasure myself. The cock sucking has brought me out of most of my submissive trance, I'm sorry to say, but I have no control over that. My brain decides when something makes me submissive, and the reasons are mostly a mystery to me. Obviously, a dominant sex partner is needed for me to slide into a trance-like state, but it seems the person also needs to be cute and either youthful or small, or both. Yeah, but how does that explain Willie then? Perhaps with Willie it was a learned response over many months, and he knows what he's doing, too. Like Ryan, Willie had experience being the submissive sex partner before assuming a dominant role with helplessly submissive me. I'm submissive in sex, but not at all submissive in most situations that don't include sex. A person has to be a cute sex partner of mine before I'll be submissive to them. A non-sex partner who tries being dominant to me will likely end up in a fist fight. Sonny pulls his boner from my mouth, and like last time, a long string of precum is attached to my lips and the shiny head of his cock. As the precum string breaks, it drifts down to cause a string of wetness down my chin and onto my neck. Sonny goes, "Mmmm, damn, that felt good, but Jesus, I almost lost it there. Whoa! I don't dare stroke my dick or I'll climaxing all over your face." He grins, saying, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" and he takes hold of his long boner and rubs the head around my face spreading drools of precum, then says, "Lean your head down," and when I do he spreads precum in my hair, saying, "Your hair's still soft even when it's this short." Last time he let me see my new haircut in the mirror he held in front of me, but not this time. At the moment I couldn't care less about that because my mind's occupied with Sonny's cock and the dildo that will soon be up my ass. When Sonny runs out of precum he unties my arms from the chair arms, then ties my wrists together. I'm docile for him, my arms limp as he moves them where he wants. He cups his forefinger under my chin lifting my head and leans in to kiss my lips, then lick across them. He says, "You taste good. I love you." I want to say, "No you don't," but that seems like too much effort, so I'm apparently still in more of a submissive trance than I thought. It's hard to gauge, but all I know is it feels good. After untying the rope between my ankles, the one that was tied to something under the chair, he leaves my legs tied at the ankles, then unties the rope around my waist, and asks, "What's a good way to give you a spanking? It was fun smacking your ass last time." I look at him without answering, and he goes, "I know. Across my lap." Hmmm, I wonder if he got hold of Ryan's email address somehow? It's more likely the simple fact that there are only so many ways of doing dominant things, so some will be the same whoever's doing them. I mean how many different ways can you spank someone's ass? You can spank someone as they're leaning over against something, like a desk, or spank them over your lap. That's about it, except spanking someone who's standing, which loses something in translation... it isn't very sexy that way. Sonny drags a side chair over to where I'm still sitting. The side chair doesn't have arms. Sonny sits down, chuckles, and says, "God, this is fun and sexy. You lay across my lap now, Dylan, you naughty boy." I haven't moved on my own for quite a while so I'm not sure I even can, but when I try I find I can stand up. I hop over to Sonny and lay my chest across his thin thighs, wishing he'd get naked. Sonny squeezes both my butt cheeks, "Wow, you have an awesome ass." He spreads the cheeks, "Hey, do you shave your ass crack? No hair?" I mutter, "No, I only shave my pubes." Sonny gets his hand between his legs and feels my boner, then pulls it over and says, "Lift up a little, I wanna get your boner on my thighs. Wait a minute, get up, I'm gonna get undressed before I give you your undeserved spanking." I struggle up on my feet again and watch Sonny undress. He's real skinny, but there's some nice natural definition to his arms and chest. It's small, but in proportion, and he has a nice body even though it's skinny. His creamy pale skin looks flawless and his bright orange pubic hair will shock your eyes if the sun shines on them like what just happened when Sonny turned sideways. The sunlight from one of his bedroom windows makes his orange pubic hairs look like they're on fire. He's got cute nipples, too. No other hair on his body except some peeking out under his arms, and of course the bright orange hairs in his ass crack that I saw when I rimmed him the last time we were together. Naked, Sonny spreads his arms, saying, "Take a look at this awesome body, Dylan, and you get to share it, or at least feel some of it when I fuck you." He stretches out his cock, asking, "Nice, huh? Devon's cock looks just like mine, minus the orange hair of course, haha. I like my orange hair although it does look best short, but not as short as you cut it last time. Oh, did I tell you I'm coming with my brother tomorrow for a haircut? Only a trim though. I want to have you neaten it up before you go on vacation. Okay?" I don't answer, but Sonny's chatty and I can see in his face that he's having himself a good time. He goes, "Okay, now that I'm naked it'll be sexier when you lay across my lap. Come on! Do what I tell you, llie on my lap and I'll give you a good spanking. God, I hope I don't cum all over both of us while I'm spanking you." I lay across his lap again and Sonny's right, this is much better now that he's naked. He takes a while getting me positioned just right with our dicks side by side, tight against one another. Of course his boner makes mine seem small. Sonny smacks my ass three times with his bare hand, stinging my left butt cheek. He stops, and says, "Dylan, sometime between now and our next date, buy a paddle from the sex toy shops online. That'll be better than me using my hand." Then he spanks my ass for about two minutes getting me squirming on his lap. He's trying to hold me in place with a hand on my side, the side that's away from him. Then he goes, "Goddammit, stop moving, Dylan! Your boner's rubbing against my boner and I'm feeling like I might spunk right here. Now stop it!" He spanks me for another minute, then switches hands and goes another minute until I'm out of my submissive trance completely, going, "Ow, Ow, Ow, that really hurts now, Sonny. That's enough!" It feels like I'm laying on a steel pipe, that's how hard Sonny's long cock is. He says, "It's supposed to hurt or what's the sense of doing it? Anyway, it couldn't be that bad, you're still sprouting a boner," and he's right. I didn't even realize my boner came back because I'm concentrating mostly on my stinging ass cheeks that seem like they are on fire. Sonny goes right back to spanking me and now I'm seriously struggling to get off his lap and finally manage to roll onto the floor. With my hands tied together I couldn't break my fall, but it wasn't that far down; I landed on his thick-pile carpet so not too bad at all. Sonny's giggling, "You bad boy," and he's out of the chair in a flash and sitting on my back still spanking my ass, laughing. He says, "I see my handprint with every smack. It's white against the red and then it fades right out." Sonny finally takes pity on me when he hears a sob, and he stands up. "Oh, okay, I overdid it. It's my first time spanking anybody. Jesus, would you get a look at my boner. Oh my God, it's so hard. Boyfriend, I'm wicked turned on." The hell with that, I've got tears on my face I didn't even know were there. I try wiping my face on the thick carpet, as I remember Ryan's early spankings. He'd get me crying like a baby, then hold a tissue to my nose, and say, 'Give me a big blow,' or something like that. Sonny's spanking wasn't nearly that bad, but spanking doesn't get me turned on like it used to. And dammit, I mentioned spanking to Ray, too. Why'd I do that? Fuck it, I'm going to tell him I was obviously kidding. He's too strong so his spanking will not be pleasant. Not that Sonny's was either. He's off somewhere as I lay here with my smacked ass burning, but it's become more bearable. Sonny comes back with a plastic bag of crushed ice and plops it on my right butt cheek. "Oooh," I go, "That's cold, but it feels good." Sonny says, "I'm surprised I didn't hear a hissing sound when I put it on your ass... haha. I've never seen a redder ass then yours. It was awesome spanking you and seeing you squirm." He lays on the floor looking at me, and then he's up and out of the room again. My right butt feels numb by now. Sonny comes back with a wet washcloth and lies on the floor again to wipe my face, asking, "Were you crying?" I say, "No, I wasn't crying. My eyes watered because you hurt my ass with that damn spanking." He's like, "Well, you should have said you didn't want the spanking. You never said you didn't want it, did you?" I go, "No, but I didn't know you'd go all Vlad Tepes on me." Sonny's like, "Who's Vlad Tepes?" I say, "Look it up, I'm not a history teacher." He goes, "Oh, Dylan, now you're pissed off at me. That's not what I wanted. I'm sorry I spanked you so hard. Never again, okay?" I take a deep breath and ask, "Would you switch the ice bag to my other butt cheek? And yeah, okay, I'm not mad at you. I used to think spanking was cool, but I'm unfortunately growing up, I suppose, and things change apparently. Now I want to spank you!" He laughs, "Good thing you're tied up then, heh heh." When my ass feels better Sonny helps me up, and asks, "Can I do the dildo thing now? I don't want you getting mad at me again," and he puts his arm across my shoulders and lays the side of his head against mine, saying, "Please, it'll be hot sexy fun." I make a face, muttering, "Okay, but go slow, real slow. That thing's fat!" I'm also surprised and maybe disappointed that Sonny dropped his dominant manner. He's got too much compassion to be a real hard-ass dominant sex partner. I guess that is a good thing in some ways, but it sort of screws up my submissive trance. He says, "I'll go real slow, but first I've got to get it out of its hiding place. I washed it good after last time, just for you." He goes inside his walk-in closet and I smile because he's being cute with his apology, but like I said, he's not being dominant now so me getting pissed off might be like me cutting off my nose to spite my face, so to speak. He comes back with the dildo and pushes it at my mouth, saying, "I washed it." So I open my mouth and he pushes it in my mouth until the huge head is pressing against the gag reflex spot in my throat. "Close and hold it just like that." I try to tell him it's gagging me, but he reverts to his natural dominant self, saying, "Close your mouth on it like I told you to," and I revert to my natural submissive self while in sexy situations and close my mouth swallowing every two seconds to keep from throwing up, as sweat breaks out on my forehead. Sonny's unconcerned as he says, "I'll get the Vaseline for now, but when you go online for the paddle, get some lube too," and he's off again, this time apparently to the bathroom that's down the hall. Did he say, 'When I get the paddle'? We just agreed no more spankings. I open my mouth a little and use my tied hands to pull the dildo out a little so it's away from my throat and now it's okay. The exaggerated shape of the cock head feels funny in my mouth, but the thought of having a real cock this size in my mouth gets my dick to tighten a little. My boner went down the second this thing hit my gag reflex area. Sonny's back, and he takes the dildo from my mouth; like last week, he's wearing cheap disposable latex gloves to wipe lots of Vaseline on the dildo. Then Vaseline is pushed up my ass, and then his finger slides inside my rectum and moves around going over my prostate a few times making me grunt and tighten my sphincter muscle on his finger. It's more an involuntary reaction than anything else. Sonny says, "Hey, are you trying to trap my finger in your ass?" as he moves it over my prostate again. I don't think he even knows he's doing that. He takes his finger out, mumbling, "I like fingering your asshole, but with gloves on. Ewww, not with my bare finger." He looks so cute to me I have to chuckle at him, and say, "I guess I better not get my hopes up you'll be rimming my ass any time soon." He goes, "God no! Oh God, how you do that is beyond me, but I like that you do it, don't get me wrong. It just seems like something that's right for you to do to me, but it'd be terribly wrong for me to do it to you. Just like I'd never let you put your dick up my ass, but me putting mine up your ass seems right. That's why I say you're the girl and I'm the guy. Make sense, doesn't it?" I go, "No, not at all actually." Sonny smacks my ass, saying, "Hey, you're supposed to be submissive. Come on, Dylan, you did it better last time." He's serious. Oh well, it's my fault mostly. My love of that submissive trance gets me in trouble sometimes and gives some guys the wrong idea. Sonny pushes the back of my head, saying, "Bend over and I'll insert this bad boy slowly up your ass, but you will take it all, so I'm telling you that in advance. It's gonna go all the way in right up to it's big fake balls." I bend over and he twists the dildo's huge head spreading the lips of my anus, then more, and more, and more, and he stops. "Just half the head of this monster is basically in so far." You gotta be kidding! Sonny twists with a little more pressure and now it is seriously stretching my asshole. More twisting and pushing with Sonny giggling, and then it pops in and I go, "Oooow!" Sonny says, "I'll wait a minute before pushing it in more. It looks so fucking funny sticking out of your ass like this. You bought a big one alright." I'm puffing air out as my anus burns and then he pushes it in a good two inches and I bend over further because the dildo seems to be making me do that. It really hurts, but it won't for long. It's bigger than Ray's cock, but not a hell of a lot bigger around. Sonny asks, "Okay?" I nod my head and he slides it tightly up my ass another three inches and I'm going, "Stop, stop. Wait a fucking minute, will ya?" Sonny laughs out loud, and then says, "Sorry, but this is so funny." I go, "You're not a sadist by any chance, are you?" Sonny's hurt, "No, why do you say that? I'll pull it out right now if you want. It's just funny seeing this huge thing disappearing up your ass. It's like magic." Actually it's feeling fairly good already, much like Ray's cock. Sonny twists it without pushing it in and I go up on my toes, "Mmmmm, aaahh, oh, ooh." Sonny asks, "Feel good?" I'm like, "Oooh, man, yeah, it did," so Sonny twists it again and the exaggerated shape of the head stimulates my rectum like a real cock couldn't possibly do unless the guy's whole body was twirling around somehow. Sonny says, "Here we go with the rest of it," and he pushes the rest of the eight-inch dildo up my ass until I feel the fake balls pressed against my buttocks. The pain shoots through me like a bullet, but it subsides to just a big hurt pretty quickly. Sonny comes around in front of me, all business now, "No more talking from you or you'll get another spanking. While you're getting used to the dildo, I want you licking my ass like it's a big lollypop. And do that rimming thing on my asshole like you did last time. That's hot, and sexy as hell, and it's something a slave does routinely for his master. You need to get used to that idea." He bends over with his bare ass an inch from my face, and uses both hands to spread his butt cheeks exposing the orange hairs in his crack and around his asshole, which looks and smells clean. Pressing my nose in his ass crack I lick the orange hairs flat and then tackle the hair around his asshole. He says, "I told you to lick my ass and kiss it too, boy," imitating a 'master' in one of the master/slave videos he watches. I kiss his asshole and then both butt cheeks and then do long licks on each plump, firm butt cheek. I'm getting his sexy personal scent now, not the smell of bath gel. Licking long laps on his creamy butt cheeks I feel the submissive mist coming over me again and a, "Mmm," slips out of my throat. I try French kissing the lips of his anus and soon they become quite active, almost like real lips. Sonny goes, "Ooooh, mmmm, yeaaah," and wiggles his ass in my face. Goosebumps rise on his buttocks as he grunts, "Jesus, my shoulders are bouncing around. This is awesome, you should see my boner." I can barely hear him as I concentrate on his asshole, licking and sucking on it until it's loose as Sonny squirms and moves his feet grunting from the sensations I'm creating in his asshole. He lets go of his buttocks and they close on my nose and mouth. His scent gets me moaning in my throat again as I get my tongue inside his asshole and taste shit for a few seconds. Pushing my tongue a little further up his rectum is all Sonny can take and he steps away moaning, "Mmmm, ooh, mmm, no more or I'll cum." He turns around and shows me his eight-inch boner sticking almost straight out from his groin. It hangs a little because it's so long, but it looks really hard with the uncut foreskin stretched tightly. Sonny's breathing through an 'O' he's made with his lips, his face is red and his chest is heaving. I'm still bent over because with that dildo up my ass I can't standup straight. Sonny wipes his lips with the back of his wrists, and then says, "Holy shit! I almost didn't pull away in time. There's, um, some sensitive spots in my asshole. That's so weird." In my submissive trance I don't have any desire to speak, so Sonny pats my cheek again, grins, and says, "Good boy," and then walks behind me again. He's recovered sufficiently to begin fucking my ass with the dildo. My rectum has responded brilliantly to this big intrusion, so I've gotta think I finally have myself an awesome and well seasoned ass. I wonder how much more it could accommodate, although I'm only thinking that theoretically because this dildo's size is the limit I want up my ass. Nothing longer or fatter. Sonny twists it and up on my toes I go, almost falling on my face. I'm bending over so far, by going up on my toes I almost tipped over head first. Sonny sees my reaction and twists the dildo more and the exaggerated cock head design is sending me into ecstasy as the awesome sensations are sparkling in my ass drawing a long moan out of me, "Ooooooh, mmmmm, ooh, ooh, ooh," with Sonny laughing out loud. I look back and he's laughing, but his cock is still as hard as ever and sliding across my buttocks leaving a trail of precum as he moves. He thinks my reaction to his twirling of the dildo is funny, but at the same time it's obviously a big sexual turn-on for him too. Now he twists the dildo as he withdraws it and then pushes it back up my ass and my head goes back and all I can manage is a long hissing sound drawing air in through my closed teeth. Way too many sensations to count, and my body shudders as my boner moves away from my belly so tight and hard it's scaring me, and yet somewhere in my mind I know it's a dildo and not a cute boy's cock, so it's a different sensation. Different than a cute boy's boner, but even so it's driving me nuts with rectum sensations that are off the charts, just not as hot and sexy an arousal as a real cock would bring on me. Sonny's pulling it and pushing it, and while it's not as sexually hot as being fucked, my brain is registering all the right signals from my ass, and my cock vibrates as an orgasm comes roaring on me and I squeal one of my most embarrassing squeals as a stream of cum fires a straight line of creamy spunk a good four feet in front of me with the sensations overwhelming me and I fall forward even as another streak of cum is followed by two more, the last couple shooting straight down to the floor splattering my thighs. My forehead's on the floor and my ass is in the air. Sonny maneuvers the dildo around as he continues moving it in and out until my balls are drained, and I'm moaning, "Aaaaah, oooh, ummmm, ooh, ooh, no more, no more, Sonny." He whips the big dildo completely out of my ass leaving my ass gaping open and the lips of my anus grabbing at air, and the walls of my bowels are shimmering and signaling that I need to do a number two in the toilet. Sonny's cheering, "Great orgasm, Dylan. That first fucker must have shot five feet. Damn, maybe I should try this thing up my ass." I mutter, "Yeah, I'd be happy to oblige you." He laughs, "I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for me to go along with that if I were you." I say, "Sonny, untie my legs. I need to take a crap." He says, "Nice try," and I go, "I'm not kidding. I'll shit right on your carpet if you don't untie my legs." He pulls on the slip knot, mumbling, "Okay, okay, hold it in." I stagger down the hall with Sonny behind me. Sitting on the toilet I realize pretty quickly it was a phantom urge, a false alarm. I rarely feel the need to take a crap after anal sex although I've read it isn't uncommon for some guys. I go, "False alarm, Sonny," and he's like, "Good or I'd need to put a condom on before fucking you." Standing up, I look in the mirror over the sink and check my haircut out for the first time. Huh, Sonny's right, it looks just like the first time he cut it. I ask, "How the hell can you give such an even haircut with just scissors and comb?" He shrugs, "I don't know. I'm just glad it came out okay." I'm shaking my head in amazement as we walk back to his bedroom. He says, "I'm so glad you didn't take a crap. That would have ruined everything." I inform him, "I do shit, you know. That's the primary reason for an asshole." He's chuckling, "Yeah, I take a shit myself every now and then. Hmmm, straight guys need to screw where girls urinate, which one is worse do ya think? I guess it's the ass. Ya know what, Dylan, nature should have come up with a cleaner sex compartment for the human body. For animals it's fine, but for humans we could use something a little classier, ya know." I mumble, "I never thought of it that way." In his bedroom Sonny pulls the slip knot holding my wrists together, saying, "We're going to take a shower together. You've got tiny hair clippings all over you and you're sweaty." A shower is fine with me. The shower's located in the hall bathroom's bathtub, with a shower curtain. I like shower stalls better, but this is okay. We shampoo and bathe each other, but don't get involved in any kind of intimate behavior. It's all straightforward and fairly quick. Then we dry ourselves with Sonny saying, "Let's go out and eat first and then I'll fuck you. How 'bout that?" I say, "Brilliant idea, Sonny." He asks, as we walk down the hall bare ass naked, "Should we have made-out or something in the shower? It seems like, as boyfriends we should have done that, but I just thought of it." In his bedroom we start getting dressed, as I say, "If we really were boyfriends and lovers, sure we'd be making out and maybe even having sex in the shower together, but we're doing buddy sex." He says, "We are not, we're boyfriends," and he grins, "Do you want another spanking? We're boyfriends!" I chuckle, then say, "Oh, okay, we're boyfriends." Sonny gets his arm around my neck and kisses me on the lips, so I kiss him back and we get into a good make-out session. What the hell, he's cute and sexy so I get a boner. Sonny breaks the kiss and points at my boner, "See, we're boyfriends and you're hot for me, so remember that." Outside, we don't want to run into any of the posse boys, not that they'd think it was particularly odd Sonny and I are together. Our concern is they'd want us to hook-up with them and if we said 'no' to that because of our plans later, then it would seemed odd. In order to avoid being seen by anyone we know, Sonny heads down route 9 on his motorbike with me clinging to him. We eat at a burger joint in Wellesley, which is two towns away from Framingham. It's an uneventful dinner except I keep glancing at Sonny and thinking that he's cute as a bug. I've grown to like his almost orange hair and I'm looking forward to tomorrow when I'll get to shampoo and give Sonny and his brother Devon haircuts. Both of them are cute boys, and I've got a thing for both of them. They might turn out to be the best thing that comes out of me and Ray going out. Sonny eventually catches me glancing over at him and he gives me a cute grin as he's eating a French fry. He says, "You keep looking at me, I see you sneaking glances. You think I'm cute and hot, don't you?" I say, "Yeah, but you forgot conceited, and you have a hot ass, too. I'd like to take that ass of yours out for a test drive sometime." He goes, "Don't get your hopes up, boyfriend. Your chances of that are zero. You're the girl and I'm the guy, and girls don't take their guy's ass out for a test run." I say, "You should try being the, um, girl one time. You might like it." He says, "Stop it! It's not how I roll." I go, "You've been around Ray too much," and he's like, "I might let Ray take my ass for a test run, if he'd ever ask me. He's hot." I say, "Really?" Sonny's like, "Yeah, really, but you're hot, too. Don't get your feelings hurt." Hmmm, Sonny's eerily like Ray, maybe it's a developed culture from the posse boys hanging together all these years. We're finished with our dinner and while walking outside, Sonny asks, "You excited about me fucking you when we get back to my house?" and he gooses my ass. I grin at him, "Of course I am, Sonny. You fuck good for a novice." He says, "Novice my ass. I'm going to tie you spread eagle on my bed and we'll see if you think I'm a novice when I'm done with you." I say, "Show me no mercy, Sonny." He says, "You make fun, but you'll see." At his house again we go up to his bedroom where Sonny says, "Everything off, Dylan." When I'm naked again he pulls down the top sheet and blanket and drapes it over the foot of his bed. I'm appalled at the sheets, and ask, "When were these sheets last changed?" Sonny's picking up the ropes off the floor, he turns around and shrugs, "I don't remember, why?" I say, "It looks suspiciously like you jerk off in bed and just let the cum fly wherever it will." He says, "So? Don't you?" I go, "That's a big negatory, Sonny. When I was a kid I jerked off in a sock, not all over the sheets." Sonny says, "No talking. Lay on the bed." Hmm, I try picking a spot with the least amount of cum stains, then before lying down I ask, "Doesn't your mom ever say anything about the, um, stains?" Sonny says, "Nah, I'm responsible for cleaning my room and changing the sheets, washing them, and stuff like that." His bedroom looks like a cyclone went through it. I go, "Good to see you're conscientious about your responsibilities." Sonny says, "Do I need to put a gag in your mouth? You're supposed to be submissive. Come on and do it right. No talking." I shrug and dive into his bed. It sure smells like Sonny. Willie and I slept in cum-saturated sheets many times, but they were fresh ones. These stains could have been around since Christmas for all I know. Sonny ties a rope around my right wrist and then attaches it to the bed post. Next he ties my right ankle to the footboard. Ropes go around my left ankle and wrist, but he doesn't attach these to anything. He gets undressed, and says, "On your side facing me, Dylan, and remember no talking. Just follow orders or get spanked." I thought we agreed no more spanking, but I'll see what he has in mind. I'm on my right side and Sonny's right there in front of me with his seven-plus-inch flaccid cock in his hand. He rubs it across my lips, then between my lips so I open my mouth and as he moves it around on my tongue, he spreads my saliva from the head of his cock around my face. He looks very serious while doing this. He puts his cock in my mouth again and I lick it with Sonny mumbling, "Good boy," then he spreads the saliva across my forehead. In a quiet voice, he explains, "I'm doing this to demonstrate my power over you. If I do more and more things like this on each of our dates your subconscious mind will establish me as your master, which is what my goal is. I want you to be my sex slave, but it will take time." I don't grin although I'd like to, as I'm thinking, 'Yes, it will take time, more than both our lifetimes', but why nitpick? He does the cock/saliva transfer for about five minutes in an almost hypnotizing manner. His cock's firmed up quite a bit by the time he says, "Suck my cock again, boy," and slides it in my mouth. As I suck and lick his tasty cock he rubs his fingers in my very short hair, saying, "I'll be cutting your hair like this every two weeks just because I want to." Such conviction in young Sonny's voice. It's giving me a hard-on actually. After sucking a very hard boner on Sonny, I taste precum at the same second he goes, "Oooh, mmm, yeaaah, boy, suck my cock." Then he pulls it out and wipes it around my face, quietly saying, "You want to be my slave, don't you?" I'm just staring at him by now, hardly believing how serious he is, but he's succeeded in getting me into a mild trance, although he doesn't know that. Sonny wipes precum in my hair as his cock gets harder and harder until the foreskin is stretched below the head. The head's swollen so much it looks painful, so Sonny's apparently turning himself on more than me. That's not to say I'm not getting in the mood. He's got an attractive penis for one thing, and for another thing I keep staring at his orange pubic hairs and that's creating spots before my eyes because the lamp next to him is shining brightly off his fiery pubes. It's very dark outside by now and the only light in the room is this bedside lamp. Sonny himself is in shadows. The head of his cock is at my nostrils now as Sonny says, "You want to do what I tell you, don't you? Smell my cock." Then he turns around and spreads his butt cheeks again, pushing his ass into my face. I lick his ass and then rim his asshole and feel submissiveness descend delightfully upon me. I was afraid Sonny was being too outlandish to make it happen, but I was wrong. His eerie behavior is having an affect on me finally, so maybe it won't take two lifetimes for me to be Sonny's slave. I can only hope he gets rich and can support his slave in luxury. Bizarre thoughts like that fill my mind as I rim Sonny's asshole and I do it for quite awhile. Finally he turns around again streaking a long string of precum across my face. He's still being very serious as he pushes me over on my stomach, takes the rope on my left ankle and spreads my legs wide to tie it to the other side of the footboard. Then my left wrist gets tied to the left end of the headboard and I am indeed spread-eagled with my face on a cum stain. How'd it get up here near his pillow? Must have been a hell of a orgasm to get it to land near his chin. Sonny climbs on top of me with a knee on either side and reaches under my face to cup my chin and pull my head up. He gets his face close to mine and asks quietly, "Will you be my slave and do whatever I say twenty-four hours a day every day?" I go, "Ummm, no, I need much more training." He says, "Don't joke around. You're supposed to be acting submissive to your master." I'm feeling more submissive than he realizes, but it's not acting. His silly question ruined some of my submissive trance, but not all of it. Sonny starts rubbing my head with both hands as he sits on my back and then he rubs all over my body as he shimmies up and down me dragging his long boner and spreading precum on me. He says, "I love that I can do whatever I want with you being completely helpless like this." He squeezes my butt cheeks together, then hops off the bed and gets the dildo off the floor where he dropped it almost two hours ago. I say, "No more dildo, Sonny." He reaches down to the floor and picks something else up, then gets a strip of soft rope and gets on my back again. Cupping me under my chin as he did earlier, he pulls up my head, and when I ask, "What are you..." he sticks the toe part of a sweat sock in my mouth. Then we struggle for a minute while he's forcing more sock into my mouth and finally tying it there with a rope around my head. He says nothing, just picks up the dildo and twists it in my ass, just the head. In and out, in and out, in and out until my anus is gripping at the head and then another sensation, his own cock head pushes past my sphincter muscle and I moan into the sock, "Mmmm, oooh," as Sonny leans forward and pushes his boner up my ass, not fast, just steady. After the dildo earlier, his cock feels fantastic. Just perfect and I hunch my ass up so he can get his cock in easier. When he's fully inside me he lies on my back, slightly up on his knees, with a hand on either side of my face, as he humps his hips fucking me with long seven-inch strokes of his steel cock, and it's a constant smooth fucking with no let up and I'm soon squirming under him feeling incredible sensations in my rectum, balls, and boner. My boner's pinned under me pointing up at my head and I soon feel the wetness of precum on my stomach all around the head. Sonny's grunting and moaning as he fucks me hard and when he begins the desperate whining sounds that I've heard from him before, always just before he climaxes, he flops off me pulling his cock out and dragging a string of precum across my left butt cheek. He lies next to me, his chest heaving against my side, and then he gets up on his knees and teases my ass with the dildo again. I guess he's giving himself time to lose the recent sense of impending climax. I'm constantly stimulated and when Sonny enters my ass again with his long, hard boner, he gets back into a rhythm of deep, steady penetrations, his hips driving his cock deep into my rectum. I begin flouncing on the bed in deep sexual arousal, ready to blow my load. Sonny begins driving his cock in harder and faster and I'm there squealing loudly as my orgasm flies up from my hard nuts to gush out of my throbbing cock and puddle around the head underneath me with no place to go. I'm flopping on the bed almost delirious from my awesome climax. More shots of cum have me dizzy with pleasurable sensations of the sexual kind. Oh how I want to stroke my sensitive boner. As I revel in the sensation of a good fucked-out orgasm, Sonny bites my shoulder and flops off of me again. This goddamn gag in my mouth is saturated with saliva and there a nasty taste to the sock. Sonny's breathing hard, but he's back to fucking me with the dildo. Only two-inch thrusts, but it has my anus in constant motion and when Sonny enters me again and begins real live fucking I get turned on all over again. Sonny's scent on the sheets and coming from his body fill my olfactory glans making me dizzy and completely aroused. This time, Sonny's hugging my shoulders and fucking me very fast and hard. He's obviously unable or unwilling to hold off his orgasm any longer. Three minutes into this third round for Sonny, he makes a loud, "OH! Ah, ah," and slams into me and pours what feels like a river of cum into my bowels. Another flop off my back and then back on my ass with more cum pouring out of Sonny's nuts. That boy didn't climax earlier and he apparently built up a good amount of creamy spunk. He's laying on my back now moaning quietly, his body limp and his heart pounding against my back. It's very sexy. A minute later Sonny reaches up and unties the rope around my head and pulls the soggy sock out of my mouth. I spit onto his sheet three or four times trying to get the foul taste out of my mouth. I do not start yelling at Sonny, like I want to; first I need him to untie me. Sonny lays on me quite a while sort of hugging and rubbing my body. Then he says, "I'm afraid to untie you, Dylan. Are you mad at me?" I've got his precum drying on my face and hair, I'm lying in a pool of my own cum, and Sonny's cum is drooling out of my ass and running down the inside of my thighs. Why would I be mad? I say, "Why no, Sonny, that was a lot of fun." He giggles, "I don't believe you. I might have to keep you tied up all night. No one comes in my room; they say it's a danger zone." I say, "Don't be silly, I loved getting fucked like this." He goes, "I could take that comment as sarcasm, using `fucked' in the sense you were `fucked over', not like, `let's fuck'." "Oh no, Sonny, I meant it in only the best way one can use the word fucking." He giggles nervously again, "I don't believe you. You're stronger than me and I'm scared you're pissed-off." I say, "I'll be pissed-off if you don't untie me now." He says, "Promise you're not mad," and I say, "Yes, I promise." He unties my ankles, then my left wrist, and says, "You promised," and then unties my right wrist and I grab him and pull him on the bed. He yells, "Liar," as we wrestle on the bed. Sonny can really wiggle in and out of my grasp, but I finally get his arm in a half-nelson against his back pushing it towards his head. He screams, "I give, I give," and I let go and give him a hug. He says, "I'm sorry, but I'm just trying out stuff I've seen on videos. You were great." We've rolled in cum and it's on us both. I turn him around and when we're face to face, with Sonny on top, he looks so cute I kiss him and we get into a good make-out with our arms around each others' neck. We finally get out of bed and walk into the bathroom for yet another shower with Sonny regaining his brashness, "You liked me being your master, and you're going to be a damn good slave for me, too. It'll take time, but you'll eventually see the light." I goose his ass, saying, "I'm sure you're right, Slick, but what are the chances you'll be rich as an adult? As your slave I'll expect a certain standard of living." He goes, "You'll live in my basement chained to the wall. Standard of living, my ass. Slaves do their master's bidding and it's mostly sexual bidding as far as I can tell." I go, "Oh, then alright. As long as there's lots of sex." In the shower Sonny remembers boyfriends are supposed to be amorous so we make out and he tries to fuck me again but it's way too soon for him to get another boner so we settle for washing and shampooing each other. I don't know how many showers I've had today, at least three. We get dressed and go outside to get on his motorbike. As we're turning onto a main street, Sonny yells, "Holy shit! That was my parents and Devon. They didn't see us, but we got out of the house just in time." I yell, "You asshole! If we had gotten caught in that humiliating situation... oh man!" And I hit his head. Sonny giggles, "My bad," but he doesn't seem too concerned. If they had walked in on us! I hit his head again, and he says, "Hey, don't go all Vlad Tepes on me, Dylan!" Huh, I'm impressed he remembered the 'Impaler's' name from me using it one time after he spanked my ass raw. At my condo we do the posse goodbye, which is exactly like the posse greeting. Then Sonny pulls me back to him, saying, "I gotta give my boyfriend slave a kiss goodnight," and he does. I look at him for a second, then pull his head over and kiss his lips, muttering, "Goodnight, boyfriend master," and Sonny beams, then says, "That was just your first indoctrination. Wait till you've had twenty of them, you'll see." I ask, "Will I live in your parent's basement until you get your own basement?" He says, "You'll see." We grin at reach other and I kinda wish there was something more for us to do together tonight, but Sonny finally shrugs, and says, "Thank you, Dylan, tonight was awesome." I say, "Yeah, awesome and bizarre, mister master." Sonny says, "Can I have one more kiss?" I kiss him and someone driving by honks their horn with a guy yelling something out the window. We look at him, then at each other, and both say together, "Fuck him," and then we do say goodnight for real. Sonny does another wheelie taking off with his back tire squealing and I'm walking up the steps again, thinking, `Different for sure, but Sonny's cute. Not just his looks, he's cute about everything.' to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to Nifty, a nonprofit organization, to help with the expenses of maintaining this story site. Thank you.