Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 11:50:10 -0400 (EDT)
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter  90

DYLAN'S  SUMMER VACATION TWO


Chapter  90


by  Donny Mumford



Vinnie drives off in one direction and the garage guy drives off in the
other. I stand here a few seconds amazed how this evening played itself out.
First off, before today I hadn't heard from Vinnie since Dodger's going away
 party, so Vinnie's call was totally out of the blue. Secondly, with Robby
in  the hospital, I was determined to forgo buddy sex and especially I
wasn't  going to have it with Vinnie. He had other ideas though and one thing led
to  another until eventually things went the way Vinnie said they would. He
 mimicked some of Dodger's personality to get what he wanted and it turned
out  like he predicted. Actually it almost didn't happen, but the dead
battery in  his mother's car became the second opportunity that led to a damn hot
fuck  from Vinnie. It surely was needed by me as I was as horny as I've
been in  years. That sex with Vinnie will probably hold me over until Robby's
recovered. It's like this: In Robby's current condition I can't rationalize
realistically that he's having side sex. When he's recovered I can use that
 rationalization again and go ahead having occasional side sex myself.
Obviously the rationalization doesn't really work too well when Robby's
dealing with a concussion in the hospital. Another thing I just realized, I've
been saying it's four days between orgasms for me, when actually it's three. A
 minor detail though because from Monday to Thursday is four days, so it's
six  of one, half a dozen of the other. The point is I sacrificed side sex
for  Robby because we're fiancé's, but when you get right down to it what
good did  it do him, or me? Still, I've got a conscience so I'm not planning
anymore  side sex until Robby's back in the saddle, so to speak. I pretty damn
sure I  won't have a problem abstaining further.

Climbing the steps to my condo I check my watch and see it's a little
after ten o'clock. Good, it's early enough so I'll get a decent night's sleep
for a change. Tomorrow is the next to the last Friday of summer vacation, so
I  got that going for me. Now I'm noticing that Vinnie's cum has drooled out
of  my ass so I need to take care of that next. In  my bathroom I clean
that  up and then do my regular nightly routine and get myself to bed. I like
sleeping with someone, so while waiting for sleep to take me away I think
about the different boys I've spent the night with. It's not that long of a
list. Chubby and Robby of course, then there's Ryan. We slept in his bed and
 mine, and had some really hot sex when waking up during the night. And oh
yeah, Willie and me have slept together many times and almost everyone of
those times was highlighted by nuclear hot sex. I kinda miss him to be
honest  about it 'cause we had some wonderful times together. Jeez, there was a
period  there where Willie was dominant in close to the perfect manner, but
then he  went a little nuts with it and in the end it wasn't all that great.
I slept  with Cory too, which was fun, but no real sex. Hmmm, who else have
I spent the  night with.....? Next thing I know it's Friday morning and I'm
awake before my  alarm goes off. Laying here I'm again thinking about the
sex Vinnie and I had  last night. I tend to think about sex a lot, but I'm
pretty sure it's normal  for someone my age. Vinnie was damn hot alright and I
definitely wouldn't mind  a repeat performance with that little dude. You
know, the more I think about  it now, why shouldn't I have sex on the side
while Robby's recuperating? What  good does it do either of us for me
abstaining? Robby doesn't know one way or  the other, and anyway he probably thinks
I'm alley-catting around so my  abstinence is wasted. And, for all I know
Robby's humping his roommate right  now? Okay, that's probably a long shot, but
it could happen, it's a  possibility at least. I wasn't thinking clearly
about all this last night  because Vinnie had just done a hell of a good job
fucking me. I'm thinking  much more clearly this morning and I'll just keep
an open mind and see what  comes up.

After getting ready for work I wander into the kitchen feeling okay.  Not
great, but okay is good enough some days. Chubby and I hug and do a quick  as
a flash kiss on the lips, then he says, "Are you interested in double
dating tonight?" I say, "With Gina's brother, Geno?" Chubby laughs, "Um, that
would be no. With the same girl you double dated with last time. She promises
 not to get drunk this time." I say, "Oh, she won't get drunk, huh? In that
 case I must decline, and anyway I've got plans for tonight." That's not a
lie  because I do have plans for tonight, I'm planning on calling Geno. With
 everything that's been going on lately he slipped my mind, but Chubby's
double  date offer made me remember that I'm suppose to call young and
dominant Geno.  He doesn't feel it's right for the dominant partner to call the
submissive  one, and I can see his point. He was fairly hot the first time we
got into a  little sub/dom sex even though he didn't pull it off all the way
through.  Chubby goes, "Okay, bro, just thought I'd ask. I'll see if Lee
wants to double  date." To get off the double date topic, I'm like, "Do we have
large  properties to work on today?" Chubby shakes his head, "Nope, just
regular size  yards." That's too bad because I wouldn't mind a quick fuck from
Seth in the  back of the truck, but without both big mowers on the truck
there's no way  that'll work. It's especially sexy doing it in the truck and
wicked ballsy  too. Now that I realize Robby's probably expecting me to have
side-sex while  he recovers, it's almost as good for my conscience as
rationalizing he might  be having side-sex himself. And like I said, how do I know
his hot football  playing roommate isn't poking up Robby's ass right this
minute, or vice versa?  I don't know, so ya know, what the fuck. We're only
young once. Okay, I'm glad  I worked though that conundrum logically. The
fact is, Robby and I need to  take care of our wild oats as quickly as possible
so we can get married and he  can be the head of the household. The baby
situation is another story. We  should probably deal with that when we're
older and into the domestic phrase  of our lives. So, I need to talk to Robby
about the baby thingie and my pool  table idea. The pool table idea is
basically a winner because I can teach  Robby what I've learned after many hours of
shooting pool, and it'll be  something we can do together. Maybe we'll get
one of those home beer making  kits and make beer together too. We'll need
to do something with the time we  previously spent on side sex. I'm not too
good at planning real far ahead, but  these ideas are gold so I don't want to
forget them.


In the locker room at work I'm changing into my Dickers' t-shirt and
baseball cap, again wondering where Seth is. He usually gets here before me. I
hope he isn't having car problems again, and then he comes in, saying, "Hey,
guys." He bumps me with his hot ass, quietly saying, "Hi, sexy." I give him
a  grin, and ask, "How's your finger?" He shows me his bandaged finger,
saying,  "It's a lot better. What are you doing tonight?" Tying my work
sneakers, the  ones ruined by grass stains, I say, "I'm not sure yet. Aren't you
working  tonight?" He pulls off the shirt I gave him weeks ago and I notice
he's lost  some of the extra baby fat around his waist. He says, "Yeah, I'm
working at  Whole Foods, but I get off at ten, so if you're free shoot me a
text, okay?" I  go, "You bet, Seth. Hey, have you been working out?" He says,
"Informally.  Mostly I'm doing sit-ups trying to lose this roll of fat
around my waist." I  go, "You don't have a roll of fat around your waist, who
told you that?" He  mouths, 'I love you,' with a big smile, then he says,
"Thanks for not noticing  it." We look into each others eyes and I get a funny
feeling in my balls. I  say, "I'm gonna miss you when I'm away at college,
Seth." He mumbles, "Oh,  don't get me started on that. You haven't seen me cry
yet, have you? It's not  a pretty sight." I say, "Hmmm, let me show you
something after you've changed  clothes for work." He looks curious, then
quickly gets dressed and while  putting his street clothes in the locker, he asks,
"What are you going to show  me?" I mumble, "Come on, follow me, you'll
see," and I take him down the  unused hallway in the back of the locker room.
Off to the left there's an  alcove for the door that leads to the heater and
air conditioning units. This  is where Ryan and I would make out some
mornings in our high heat days. Some  of those mornings while making out I'd sink
into a deep submissive trance like  only Ryan could bring on me.


When we're near the door, Seth looks around, and asks, "Okay, what's  this
place?" I say, "This is where I get to taste your lips." He nods his  head,
blushing, then murmurs, "You're the sexiest person I've ever met." I put  my
arms around his neck, muttering, "Yeah, I hear that all the time," and as
he grins my lips meet his and he quietly goes, "Ooooh." His soft blond
whiskers feel sexy around my mouth and chin, and his slightly puffy lips are  aw
esome against mine. He closes his eyes and his body melds into me as his
arms hug around my waist. Our tongues meet and lick as our lips suck and  our
crotches hump against one another, and then grind together. I've got a  hand
at the back of his head ruffling Seth's hair as our faces move and our
noses rub. I suck on his bubble gum pink tongue and then he sucks on mine. Our
lips separate and our tongues come out of our mouths to lap against one
another before our lips come together again and we do a long French kiss.
Seth's moaning and rubbing his hands up and down my back as we kiss and suck
on each other's mouth. The make-out gets even hotter and soon Seth's making
the whining sounds he usually makes before climaxing. The whining gets more
desperate as his hips hump and then, "Mmmmm, aah, aaah, oooh," from Seth.
He  slides his lips across my face until the side of his face is against
mine.  Another hump of his hips and he holds his crotch against mine, moaning
some  more, "Ooh, ooh, aaaah, ooh fuck, that felt good. Oh God, it's so good
with  you." I rub my hand up the back of his head in his soft hair again and
kiss  his cheek. He takes a deep breath, then mumbles, "Oh man, that was a
long  orgasm I just had, mmmmm, ooh, it felt good." He steps back and we both
look  down at his crotch. A cum stain is spreading up near the top of his
zipper,  then cum breaks through the khaki material lower on the left side of
his  zipper. He mutters, "I'm fucked now. This is my only clean pair of
shorts." I  ruffle his hair, "No, you're not fucked, Seth. I'll get you my
other pair of  shorts." We look at each other, then kiss on the lips, and I go,
"Wait  here."


Jogging back to the locker room I see a half dozen guys from other  crews,
but none of our guys. The guys that are here are horsing around not  paying
any attention to me. I grab shorts from my locker and a few paper  towels,
and then duck back down the hall. When I get back to Seth he has his  shorts
off and of courses there's a large wet cum spot on the front of his
underwear. Handing him the paper towels, I say, "Get as much wetness off as  you
can and hope the remaining cum dries quickly." He wipes inside and outside
his underwear. I see his pretty dick with the pink head and give a thought to
sucking it, but we're gonna be late as it is. Seth gets himself together as
 quickly as possible, thanks me too many times for lending him my clean
shorts,  then we jog back down the hall to find an empty locker room. Putting
Seth's  cummy shorts in my locker, I say, "That wasn't the best idea I've
ever had.  We're going to be doing pushups." Seth mumbles's, "It was worth it."
Lee's  telling the guys something when we sheepishly jog over to our crew.
Lee stops,  gives us a look, and Chubby says, "Count out each one, boys."
Everyone is  grinning because Seth and I need to do ten pushups for being
late, and they  don't. Seth drops right down, so I do too and we do a pushup
yelling out,  "One" and then do the second pushup yelling out, "Two." The other
crews stop  what they're doing to watch us. They yell out crazy numbers to
try and confuse  us. It's embarrassing being watched by everyone as they
enjoy our discomfort.  It's not mean spirited of them, it's just the way guys
are. I'd be doing the  same thing if one of them was late and had to do
pushups. Seth shows off after  pushup number five by clapping his hands together
in between the remaining  pushups. If I tried that I'd fall on my face.
After ten pushups we stand  brushing our palms together getting the random dirt
off. Seth and I both blush  a little, as Seth's saying, "Sorry guys, it was
my fault we're late." Ryan and  I were late and had to do pushups the first
day on the job, and we were late  for the same reason too.


The make-out Seth and I had is the only thing out of the ordinary that
happens all day long. It's been a typical day at work and now, at the end of
the day, there's  only one week of summer vacation left, meaning five  work
days. I think we're all glad the summer is coming to a close. It's like  high
school in that by the last semester I've had enough of school and I'm
looking forward to the summer. Now that summers almost over, I've had enough  of
landscape work I'm looking forward to college. Change is good. It makes
everything seem new for awhile... new, fun, and interesting. I'm anxious to
see Ryan again too although I'm worried he's changed somehow. Frankly I don't
 know what to expect since he doesn't even answer my emails or text
messages  anymore. We had some hot times there for awhile, some of the hottest sex
ever  for me. It's surprising to think a little guy like Ryan with the
little round  eyeglasses and the big cock could really rock my sexual world... it
was, it  was astonishing, that's what it was. As expected, Chubby's doing
the same  thing tonight he did last night. He drives us home, we shower, and
then he  goes to his other job. After that he has a date with Gina and then
a date with  Mary Jo Saturday night. That's all well and good, but what am I
going to do  tonight? I could hang around here until ten o'clock and then
meet Seth, or I  could call Geno like I think I'm going to, or I can call
Sonny. I run my  fingers through my hair thinking of the haircuts Sonny gives
me and the deep  trance it puts me in. That's very enticing, but my thoughts
about Ryan earlier  made me think of Willie. I basically dumped Willie after
that Key West trip  and it was partly because he was getting carried away
with the dominance  thing, but mostly because of Ryan. I was comparing
Willie's dominant sex to  Ryan's, deciding that Willie's didn't match up with
Ryan's.  Still,  Willie's been on my mind a bit lately and next to Ryan, Willie
has shown a  very effective form of dominant sex in the past. Geno and Sonny
are basically  amateurs compared to Willie. Do I dare call him?


Hmmm, maybe a dinner date with Willie is in order just to see how he's
doing. Yeah, I'll call him. I'm kind of excited actually, and thoughts of past
dates with Willie gets my dick moving in my pants. Willie and I have had
some  incredibly hot sex together. After seeing how low Willie had fallen that
time  I saw him in Wildwood it's hard to imagine him being brazenly bossy
like he  was most of the time on our earlier dates. I tap his name on my
contact  list and the phone rings and rings, then I get told to leave a message.
Should  I or shouldn't I? I basically saved his ass last time I saw him, so
I leave a  message, "It's just me, Willie. Checking up on you to see..."
and he says,  "Dylan! I just got out of the shower. How are you?" I say, "I'm
good, dude,  how are you, that's the question?" He says, "Thanks to you I'm
good too,  Dylan. I should have called to say thanks again, but I'm
embarrassed about the  condition I was in when you, um, rescued me. It made me
remember what a good  person, a good friend, you are. Thank you." I say, "No
problem. Um, are you  doing anything tonight? I thought we might have dinner
together for old times  sake." He hesitates, then says, "I think this is the
first time you ever  called to invite me to do something with you." I say,
"That's just so wrong,  Willie. I've called you before." I can't remember when,
but I must have called  him at least once. He says, "Well, I've got a date
tonight actually, but it  makes me feel good all over that you called. It
really does." I shrug, but now  I want to see him even more. Before thinking
it through and realizing Robby's  probably getting out of the hospital
tomorrow, I go, "How about tomorrow  night?" He says, "I'm going to having dinner
out with my father and mother  Saturday night. We're attempting to form some
kind of meaningful relationship,  and then I'm off to college on Sunday.
Damn!" I go, "Well, it sounds like you  got your life back in order and I'm
happy for you." He says, "You're so  special, Dylan. What the hell, I'm
backing out of my date tonight. I hate to  do it, but for you I'd do just about
anything." I go, "No, don't do that.  We'll get together another time." He
says, "It's alright, I'm thinking he's  gonna dump me soon anyway. It's not
love, just sex. What time can I pick you  up?" I'm excited again, he sounds so
normal, not goofy like he often was  before. I say, "Whenever you're ready,
I'm ready now." He goes, "Half an hour,  see you then. Thanks for calling
me, Dylan. Really!"

Huh, a date with Willie. He's the only person I've ever heard that came
'out' as a gay boy in middle school. I've never known anyone with the
confidence to come 'out' that early in life, but that's just an example of  how,
um, unique he is. I have to admit I'm kind of interested in this latest
version of Willie, it seems like a good one so far. Changing my clothes, I put
on all the expensive things Willie's bought me, which only seems right. He's
extremely generous, but of course it's not his money. I guess some day it
will  be though. Checking myself in the mirror, I'm looking okay. No zits and
my  hair's as long as it's been for quite some time. Nice and blond and
that goes  really great with my tan. Okay, what else? I brush my teeth and then
brush my  hair again. I'm a little nervous, which is so fucking weird. I've
know Willie  for over three years now and while we've had our ups and downs
I consider him  a friend, a close friend actually, so I don't know why I
should be nervous. I  thought I was in love with him for quite a long time,
then I fell in love with  Robby and realized I'd never been in love with
Willie. It's the same old story  time after time with me, I confuse love of sex
for love of the person. Robby  straightened me out about that. Hmmm, it sure
was painful seeing Willie in the  condition he was in when I saw him in
Wildwood, so I want to get that vision  out of my head and remember the new
Willie instead. Jesus, I need a cigarette  after thinking about that for a
second or two. Yeah, a smoke would be good,  but I just brushed my teeth. Hmmm,
I'll get a stick of gum. I do that and then  go out the front door and light
up a cigarette waiting for the newest version  of Willie Worthington to show
up. Halfway finished my cigarette he arrives in  a brand new ninety
thousand dollar BMW 650i convertible with the top down.  It's a creamy gray color
and way cool. That exact car was featured in the  automobile section of the
Globe last Sunday. Willie is looking up at me with  that cute smile of his,
almost like he's shy. I can't tell from here, but I  know from experience the
bridge of his nose wrinkles when he smiles or grins.  He has some small
freckles across the bridge of his nose too. It's a very  boyish look and quite
cute. Yep, that smile I remember so well. I didn't see  it in Wildwood
though, that's for sure. I'm glad it's back. He's got that sort  of longish
shaped head too, but it works well for him. He's cute in an unusual  way, I've
always thought that. I force myself not to scamper down the steps to  him, and
instead casually walk down smoking. Trying for cool I casually flick  my
cigarette butt, except it slips out of my fingers and bounces off my  shorts.
Fuck! Brushing the ashes from my shorts, then unwrapping a stick of
Doublemint gum I manage to get it in my mouth without biting my finger. At the
bottom of the steps I walk over to Willie, put my arm around his neck and kiss
him. He sort of pulls his head away, apparently not expecting this greeting
 from me, and he hardly kisses back at all. It's like an old habit for me
to go  right to him for a kiss. Willie ingrained that in me and it's hard to
break  old habits, ya know? I'm blushing now because Willie seemed so taken
back by  my kiss, like it's now inappropriate to kiss him hello.


Willie quickly says, "Hi, Dylan, that was nice, thanks." Now I'm just
standing here feeling awkward. He's staring at me, then he says, "You're as
fantastically good looking as ever. God, they broke the cute mold when they
made you." I mumble, "Hi Willie, you're looking good too and it's nice to see
you. Um, sorry if you weren't expecting a kiss hello. You're the one who
taught me to be comfortable showing affection in public and, um, I thought
you'd want me to give you a kiss hello." He takes my hand in his and squeezes
 it, saying, "It was wonderful, Dylan, I loved it, but it did surprise me.
I'm  ready for it now though, lets do it again, okay?" He has a smooth
complexion  on his innocent-looking pretty face. I know he's not shy or innocent,
but you  can't tell that by just looking at him. I feel stupid kissing him
now as I  lean over and Willie puts a hand behind my head and we kiss with
Willie's  tongue going into my mouth. He has always been a fantastic
make-out, maybe  better than Ryan. It's a wet slurping kiss with Willie keeping my
face against  his and me inhaling his familiar Willie scent. His scent has
always been sexy  to me and it still is. My arms go around his neck as cars
driving by on the  highway hunk their horns at us. My cock is a steel rod when
Willie breaks the  kiss, mumbling, "That was wonderful, baby. No one
tastes or smells as good as you. I've never missed anyone like I've missed  you."
I slowly take a deep breath, trying not to be obvious about it. Then  say,
"You too, Willie," and he grins at me. I'm still feeling a little
uncomfortable, so for something to say, I add, "Your hair's growing back." In  the
three weeks since I last saw him, his hair's grown out almost half an inch
all over his head. He runs his hand over his head, saying, "Yeah, it's slowly
returning. If I knew I was going to see you tonight I'd have gotten it
shaped.  It's all the same length." I go, "It's like a buzz cut, and looks
fine." His  hair's my favorite shade of awesome light brown with great texture.
He shrugs,  muttering, "I think it'd look better if the sides and back were
tapered, don't  you? Maybe make the top look a little longer by comparison."
I shrug, "Yeah,  that's a style alright. Hey, I can do that for you, I'm an
awesome barber.  Come on inside, it'll take me five minutes." He's like,
"Really, you cut  hair?" I say, "Often, and I can't believe I've never given
you a haircut in  all the time I've known you."


He looks around, "Um, okay  I guess, but I don't want to leave my car here.
Grandfather bought it for me  to take to Cornell. I've only had the car a
week." I'm like, "Oh, how about  driving it behind my condo and parking it
there." He nods, and hesitantly  mutters, "That'll work I guess, hop in." I
trot around and get in the  passenger seat of this beautiful car while I'm
thinking he doesn't seem too  thrilled about me cutting his hair. Oh my God,
the interior of this car is so  plush. Willie nervously grins at me, then
says, "This is so awesome, Dylan!" I  nod my head smiling at him. Can I believe
Willie's a changed person? He seems  to be, but what did his parents think
when he had a shaved head and he was  wearing a dog collar? He drives around
back and parks in our condo's parking  space. We get out with me staring at
Willie's slim athletic body. He's an inch  taller than me and everything
about Willie is longish, but it looks good. He's  uniquely attractive actually.
None of this was apparent nor did I give a  thought to it in Wildwood
because he was in just a horrible condition. He  seems to have recovered quite
nicely though. I glance at his long legs  sticking out below his shorts and
think of the times he's wrapped me in his  arms and legs so tightly I'd feel a
little claustrophobic at first, but his  way of making out and his
dominance would win out over my claustrophobic  tendencies. His legs are almost
totally hairless with nice definition in his  calves, but it's not overdone like
body builders who's muscles are so sharply  formed they look grotesque to
me. We go in through the back door next to the  garage. Willie asks, "Um,
where do I sit?" I say, "All I've got is that stool  for my barber chair, and I
don't have a cape either so you need to take your  shirt off." He unbuttons
his shirt, saying, "I'm a little nervous about this.  I mean, I trust you,
but are you good at giving haircuts, really? I'm going to  college next week
and, ya know, I'd be embarrassed if it looks like I have a  home haircut."
I say, "I'm better than any of the seventy-five dollar barbers  you've taken
me to over the years." He bites his lip, nodding, as he takes his  shirt
off. he's got a hot torso and this is the body I've plastered mine  against so
many times. He's slim, but not skinny. Willie's an excellent  athlete,
especially  at tennis, swimming, and basketball. His body looks  more like a
swimmer's body than anything else.

I find I'm staring at him  feeling something that might be desire. Well,
one sexual encounter in five  days tends to get my libido's attention. As for
Willie and I, yeah we had sex  in Wildwood, but it was therapeutic for him
more than sexy sex. It's different  now that he's back acting like himself.
No, not acting like himself actually,  better than himself. He's behaving
within a normal range of acceptable  behavior now. Willie says, "You're staring
at me, Dylan, making me feel  uncomfortable." I go, "Heh heh, sorry. It's
just that you're in much better  shape then the last time I saw you and I'm
admiring the transformation." He  says, "I owe it all to you. You were a
wake-up call for me. I'd forgotten how  nice you are, and how nice life can be
when I'm my own person and not owned by  some sadistic pervert. I reverted
back to the days of Carl and his cousin  Larry. Big fucking mistake!" I pat
the stool and Willie sits down, as I say,  "I fell under Carl's spell myself
Willie, but you and I put those two losers  in their place before our trip to
Key west." He nods his head, and mutters,  "Yeah, we did," and leaves it at
that. I guess he doesn't want to talk about  Key west. Can't say I blame
him. I put a hand towel across his lap so his  shorts don't get hair clippings
all over them. Next I get out the scissors,  comb, and trimmer clippers.
Using the comb and scissors only I trim around his  ears and up the sides a
little. Then the same in the back. We're both quiet  during his brief haircut.
I use the trimmers to outline around his ears for  definition and hand him
a mirror. He goes, "Holy shit, you are good. That's  perfect, don't ya
think?" I go, "Yeah, it looks very Ivy League." He moves his  head seeing as much
of his head as he can in the mirror, then mumbles, "Wow,  this is neat.
Thanks, Dylan! You can give me a haircut any time." I'm smiling  as I rub the
little clipping of hair off his shoulders with the palm of my  hand. His skin
feels sexy. Squeezing the back of his neck, I kiss his cheek."  He says,
"Don't tease me, Dylan." I say, "I'm not teasing you, you're my  friend. Like
I've told you fifty times, I love you as a friend and I kiss my  gay
friends." Then I rub his shoulders some more and do a little massage on  his
shoulders.


After a bit he murmurs, "That feels  good. Um, are we going to, you know,
get intimate tonight? I wasn't expecting  it, but I let myself have a little
hope just the same. I know it was a pity  fuck in Wildwood because you felt
sorry for me, but I don't know where we  stand now. I don't know where you
stand, is what I meant. You know where I  stand... I love you, now more then
ever." My balls feel squirmy and actually so do  I. Running my fingers
slowly through his short hair, I say, "You've always  been very attractive to me,
very sexy and special. Lets discuss our feeling  about possible intimacy
during dinner. I've had hardly any sex the last five  days so I'm vulnerable
to memories of you and me. The good sexy ones I mean."  Still sitting on the
stool bare chested, he quietly asks, "Can we maybe  make-out a little before
dinner. I can still feel and taste your kiss on my  lips. It's the most
special thing that happened to me since you saved me, and  the most special
thing that happened to me before you saved me was when I was  with you during
spring break, and that was over four months ago. You're just  about the only
special thing that's happened to me in my whole life." I go,  "Oh, Willie,
that's so not true! Your whole life has been special." He looks  at me, and
sincerely says, "Maybe it looks that way to you because my parents  are rich
and I have no limit on my credit card and a new BMW convertible to  take to
school, but those things are objects. I'm talking about special  humans.
Special persons or person, and for me you're the only special person  in my
life ever!" I gulp, "Um, thanks, um, but I'm not  special, Willie. Believe me,
I've got lots of faults." "You have no faults as  far as I'm concerned, but
I'm not going to keep pumping your tires and  embarrassing myself. You know
how I feel about you and why I feel that way.  Like I just said, it's
because you're the most special person in my entire  life. I could give you
example after example of non-special people in my life,  but I'm not going to
because you'd take pity on me if I did and it'd make me  feel like shit to
regurgitate all the negative influences I've run into  growing up. I've made many
bad choices too, and I've made them in my  interaction with you as well...
many, many bad choices. I'm putting all that  stuff behind me and like you
told me in Key West and again in Wildwood, I'm  starting my life fresh and
I'm determined to do things better this time." I  mutter, "I never said that,"
and he goes, "Not in those exact words, but  that's what you meant and it's
what I'm going to do. Dinner at the club  tomorrow night with my parents is
part of the new me turning over a new  leaf."










































































































































































This conversation is too  heavy and awkward, so I ask, "Where do you want
to eat dinner?" He says, "I  don't know, wherever you want." I ask, "Do you
want a cocktail with dinner?"  He says, "I threw my phony ID away. I can't
get served without it and neither  can you." I go, "Ya wanna bet? If I can get
us cocktails at a restaurant, the  dinner's on you." I hate myself right
after saying that because the dinner's  always on Willie and I wanted, for
once, to buy him dinner or at least go  fifty/fifty. I mean, I invited him to
dinner. Willie smiles, "You got yourself  a deal. Where's the restaurant?" I
say, "Downtown Framingham. It's a small  place called 'Dino's Italian
Cuisine'. It's not fancy and fairly inexpensive."  Surprising me, he says, "Sounds
fine to me, Dylan. How come you get served  drinks, do you know the
bartender?" I say, "No, the waiter," and I squeeze the  back of his neck again.
Willie's arm comes around my waist and he pulls me  against him. I forgot how
strong he is. He says, "You're teasing me again,  Dylan. Please don't, you
know how I feel about you." He smells so good I can't  catch my breath for a
second, then I say, "Okay, lets make-out a little before  we go to dinner."
His face looks flush, as he quietly asks, "Is this more pity  affection to
help me feel good about myself?" I shake my head, "No, Willie, I  want to
make-out with you, you've always turned me on, especially when you're  not
trying to." He holds me tightly against his side, reaches up with his  other hand
and cups the side of my neck bringing my head to his. With my face  so
close to his face my nose is touching his cheek, he says in a husky voice,  "You
drive me insane with desire." His lips are moving against mine as he  adds,
"You're the sexiest person I've ever seen anywhere. You're beautiful,
cute, handsome, whatever descriptive word there is for male perfection, you're
it." And his lips engulf mine before I can protest his over the top
compliments.  He sucks on my lips and then kisses me a sucking wet kiss  just
before his tongue goes into my mouth again.


The arm he has around my  waist pulls me in front of him, then between his
legs as the luscious kiss  continues. His hands are on my ass now pulling
our crotches tightly together  and my arms go around his neck as our faces
move together and our mixed saliva  wets our upper lips and chins. He smells
and tastes better than I ever  remember as he sucks on my top lip and then
French kisses me. His body is so  sexy and hot against mine my cock soon
becomes a hard wood dowel in my shorts.  He's got my face between his two hands
now and we're involved in one of the  most passionate and sexually arousing
kiss ever. Gasping for breath he breaks  the kiss and holds the side of my
face against his. He says in a whisper, his  lips on my ear, "May I, Dylan,
please?" There's only one thing he can be  referring to, so I nod my head
'yes', while squeaking out, "Yes, Willie,"  sounding to myself like Mickey Mouse.
He's got me so hot with his kisses, his  hugs, his scent, and words of
affection I'm gulping with anticipation. Willie  pushes me away a little as he
gets off the stool. Swallowing hard, he stares  at me a second, then he pulls
his shorts down, and freed from his underpants  his long hard penis bobs up
and down between us. He unbuttons my shorts, pulls  them down, cups my
balls through my jockey shorts and leans down to kiss them,  then pulls my
underwear down, turns me around and lifts the head of his boner  to my asshole. I
stick out my ass trying not to whimper from need. He puts  pressure against
my anus and that awesome sensation of the lips spreading  makes me gasp.
More pressure and the head of his cock goes inside me as I  moan, "Ooooh." Now
that he's mounted me, he knows he's got me, so he slows  down. He massages
my shoulders and then drags his fingers down my back giving  me chills. A
quiet whine of desire slips from my throat as my anus tightens on  the neck of
his cock. Getting his arms around my waist Willie slowly pulls me  back
onto his cock. It goes up my ass inch by inch with my shoulders  shuddering and
Willie licking where my neck meets my shoulder. A moan from me,  "Mmmmmm,
oh, aah, aah," as his cock moves up my rectum. Then, "Mmmm, yeaaaah,  Willie,
fuck my ass." He jerks my body to him forcing the last of his eight  inch
boner inside me so my buttocks are flat against his groin area, then he
rotates his hips moving his cock in my ass like he's scratching an  itch.


It feels so good I lay my head back  against his shoulder as he leans his
head over to kiss me on the lips, then  asks, "Is it like you remember, baby?
Does it feel the same?" I moan, "Un huh,  mmmm, so good, so sexy." He goes,
"Nobody fucks you better than me, babe, you  know that." Then, with his
lips against my ear again, and his entire boner  impaling me, he says, "I'm
gonna give you a hickey for old times sake,"  sounding authoritative again,
that is until he asks, "Is that okay?" I nod my  head a little. His cock is so
long, and like always, fits my ass perfectly. It  feels full and snug up in
my rectum and I moan again as my cock firms up  feeling so good I need to
stroke it a few times. Willie slaps my butt cheek,  "Don't touch yourself,"
and again he had a little of his old familiar  authority to his voice. I pull
my hand away immediately and  feel  Willie's boner expand a little as he
withdraws it a few inches and them pushes  it right back in until he's again
tight against my buttocks. His pubic stubble  is growing in a little after the
body shave his dominant neighbor gave him. He  leaves his cock way up
inside me again, my back pressed tightly to his stomach  and chest. His mouth
begins nipping the spot he was licking a minute ago,  right where my neck meets
my shoulder. Willie was always big on hickeys, but  this is the first time
he asked if it was okay to give me one. Licking and  sucking on the same
spot of skin for a few minutes gets it stinging so I move  my head. He says,
"No, Dylan, move your head over to the other side so I can  finish this
properly. You remember how we do it, just be docile for me the way  I like." It's
so strange, but his voice, plus all the times I've been  submissive to him
must still register in my brain because I do what he says  and then hold my
breath so I don't complain about the irritating and burning  that his
hickey-making is causing me. When I'm just about ready to scream, he  finally stops
and mutters,, "That's my boy." Then his cock is pulled back, and  I go,
"Ooooh, ahh, aah, aah," as my rectum sparkles with sexy sensations. And  when
he smoothly pushes his long hard boner back up my ass, I arch my back
leaning my shoulders into him, going, "Mmmmm, oooh, ooh, ah, ah, mmm." Moving
only his hips, his cock's becomes a piston in my ass... back and forth it goes
smoothly... all the way in and right back out, his cock slides in all the
way  each time until he's bumping against my butt cheeks, and then back out
it  comes to distend the lips of my asshole for a second, then the long trip
back  up my ass at a steady pace with me squirming in pleasure against his
body. He  never loosens his arms around my waist keeping me right up tight to
him as his  hips continue firing his cock back and forth in my ass. He uses
one arm to  wrap around the front of my neck roughly pulling my head back
tightly on his  shoulder and holding it there. The more aroused he gets the
more his thrusting  picks up speed. Somewhere in my brain I realize I
couldn't get out of his grip  if I wanted to, and another place in my brain knows I
don't want to get out of  his grip. I can't spread my legs much because my
shorts are caught at my  knees, so this keeps my asshole tight and his long
boner moving against the  lips of my anus is driving me deliriously mad with
awesomely sexy  sensation.

It's so good being fucked  this well. As I'm moaning in a pleasure that's
so delicious I wish it would go  on for hours, I'm consciously trying to
pinpoint all the tantalizing sexual  signals my anus and prostate are sending
out, but they tend to blend into one  signal of pleasure shooting straight to
my brain. The walls of my rectum  expand as Willie drives his large cock up
my ass and then the walls seems to  contract as he withdraws and I can
visualize it in my head. I see a picture of  his hard boner going up my ass, the
head swollen and red leaking watery precum  to ease it's way, and the head's
followed by a fat snake of a shaft that's  long and even harder than the
head. It's a stimulating picture of sexual  sensations and adds to the
electric signals of deep sexual pleasure bombarding  my brain and then spreads
around my body making me shake. In my rectum my  prostate, that magical super
sensitive button, feels like it's vibrating with  joy along with the lips of
my asshole. My climax builds quickly and I'm  gasping and sputtering at how
awesome it feels, and then Willie goes, "Mmmmm,  oooh,' and pounds against me
holding his groin against my ass with him  grunting, almost whining, as he
fills my rectum with creamy youthful spunk  that's teeming with one hundred
million sperm destined to never finding an egg  no matter how fast they
travel. The creamy slippery sensation in my ass is the  tipping point for my
climax and I squeal arching my back as my balls pump cum  up and out of my
throbbing boner. A string of cum shoots into the air only to  arc and drop right
down to the tile floor, splat! I'm gurgling deliriously at  the incredible
sensations accompanying three more shots of cum and then drools  of cum run
down the shaft of my cock as I whimper and my body goes limp  against
Willie's chest. I'm moaning quietly as all the remnants of orgasm zip  around
making my shoulders shudder again and then it's over, but the carryover  effects
and the memory of the fireworks display of indescribable sexual  pleasure
lingers to be savored. Even those sensations fade, but leave me  feeling good
all over. Willie stops thrusting and lets out a big breath, then  says,
"Wow, only with you, Dylan, only with you do I have climaxes like I just  had.
Oh man that was something to remember." He kisses and nuzzles his face
against the side of my neck, sort of under my chin, then asks, "Would you suck
my cock for me, baby? You know, like you used to do after I fucked you good.
 Would you please, huh?" I go, "Sure, Willie," and realize I'm in a nice
trance. When did that happen? He pulls his long cock out of my ass and as he
turns me around some of his cum rolls down the inside of my legs. Willie
puts  light pressure on my shoulders so I drop down to my knees and take his
sloppy  cock in my fingers and guide it to my mouth. As I suck and lick his
fairly  firm cock my submissive juices kick in more and my submissiveness
grows. I get  his cock in my throat and go down to bury my nose and lips in his
pubic  stubble. He rubs my back, cooing, "That's my boy... oooh, that feels
good,  Dylan, oooh yeah, suck my cock."

My trance deepens and it's so peacefully  dreamy and sexy I'm hugging round
Willie's butt cheeks tightly,wildly sucking and deep throating his  cock
until it's hard again. With spit running off my chin I look up at Willie  in a
daze. He has a funny expression on his face as he mutters, "Just like old
times, huh, Dylan? That's enough sucking, take my cock out, I'm going to
fuck  you some more." I take it out, then stand and he turns me around saying
with  authority, "Hands on your knees," and I bend forwards as he gives my
ass a  really hard smack, "SLAP!" then he pushes his new boner all the way up
my ass.  He grips my hips and fucks me fast and hard, like he's angry with
me. My boner  comes back up and I begin moaning with pleasure again as I
tighten my  sphincter muscle for all I'm worth. He only fucks me for maybe three
or four  minutes, then stops, muttering, "I'm not gonna have another
orgasm. Your ass  is so perfect though I just had to try even though I was taking
advantage of  you again." Then he rubs my back, saying, "I'll keep going
though, if you want  me to," and oddly this considerateness on his part,
shatters my trance-like  state of mind. I blink my eyes, then say, "No, it feels
really good, but I  can't work up another climax either, not this soon."
Actually there have been  times I could, but everything has to be just right. He
pulls his cock out and  I almost go down on my knees from reflex reaction
to suck his cock again, but  Willie's turning away, quietly mumbling, "Do you
have a bathroom down here?  One we can clean up in." Willie's strangely
quiet while we clean ourselves in  the half bath. I'm looking at him wondering
what's wrong. That was awesome  sex, not that it surprises me. Willie has
always fucked me as good as it gets.  For the most part, during this fuck he
wasn't showing a particularly confident  dominant demeanor, just a touch two
or three times, but it didn't last. Still,  this was still a damn good fuck
and I loved it. Maybe in my brain I'm  remembering how dominant Willie has
been in the past and that memory carried  over to the present.


Cleaned-up, with our shorts back on,  we're out in the finished basement
again. Willie's putting his shirt on now as  I quietly ask, "What wrong,
Willie?" He shakes his head slowly, then looks at  me, and says, "Oh, Dylan, it's
just that I could see you falling right back  into a very submissive
posture, just the way I trained you to behave towards  me. I worked on that the
whole time I've known you and it all came together in  Key West. I had you
where I thought I wanted you and you were ready to be my  boy for real. Not
full time like a slave/master relationship because we've got  our other lives
to live, but when we'd be together you'd be doing anything I  wanted you to
do and that's a slippery slope for both of us. I almost slipped  and took
advantage of your submissiveness again. I don't want to do that  anymore.
That's why I say it's a slippery slope for both of us." That pisses  me off, so I
say, "I'm not anyone's 'boy'! Don't  flatter yourself, Willie. When doing
sex I like to be submissive, and that's  as far as it goes. You didn't train
me to be that way, I felt it even way back  when fat Carl was pounding my
ass." He nods his head and shrugs, then quietly  says, "Take my word for it,
Dylan, you were ready. Sure, you need to first  have a propensity for
submissiveness, which you have an abundance of, and then  there are many levels of
submissiveness. When you become very accustomed to  doing what someone says
without hesitation, in this case like you were with me  for two days in Key
west, your submissiveness drifts over into everyday life.  It applies all
the time and not just when doing a sexual act. I did a lot of  soul searching
after that debacle in Key West and realized that what I thought  I wanted
was wrong. I don't want you to be my 'boy' nearly as much as I want  you to
love me as a boyfriend. You saved my life, and like I've said before,  you're
the best person I've every had as a friend, so I forced myself to back  away
and not ruin your life by pressing on with your submissiveness." I  mutter,
"You couldn't ruin my life. I'm in control of my life, no one else."  He
takes a deep breath, and mumbles, "If you say so, Dylan. Lets not talk  about
it, okay?"


Walking up the steps silently I realize some of what he said is true,  and
what Willie said was basically the same conclusion Ryan came to. Yeah, but
I walked away from the situation in New York City. On the other hand, I was
only with them one day, so maybe that doesn't count. At the top of the
steps,  I say, "Wait a second, Willie. If you knew all about going too far with
submissiveness, and believed it to be true, why'd you let yourself get
submissively all fucked up like you were in Wildwood?" He says, "Self hatred,
that's why. And to punish myself. I hated myself and my life. You saved me
from suicide in Key West and how did I repay you? I used your compassion
against you in order to get you where I wanted you. Luckily I got food
poisoning and couldn't take it further. You being the nicest guy ever, nursed  me
and took care of me. You're so fucking nice it's ridiculous! I realized
when I got home and thought about things that I'm not nearly good enough for
you. Hating myself I submitted to that sadistic animal in my neighborhood,
and  irony of ironies you saved me again. I didn't call you after our Wildwood
 experience because I don't deserve your company. And I'm not feeling sorry
for  myself and looking for pity. I'm not, really! I'm doing what you said
and  starting my life over. I'm still gay, I can't change that and I don't
want to  change that, but I can be a better gay person." I say, "Jeez, I
don't know  what to think. I mean, I don't know what to think about what you
said  regarding me and my submissive nature. Someone else told me basically the
same  thing, but I still resist the idea that I'd lose myself like you did
with that  pervert neighbor of yours. It's like you wanted to punish
yourself, but I  don't want to do that. I don't think there's a reason I should do
that to myself. Why don't we just get drunk and forget all about this. We
had good sex just now so that's it as far as I'm concerned." He laughs, but
not a 'ha ha' laugh, a sarcastic laugh. He says, "You saw how well it
served  me getting drunk in Key West. That didn't work out too good for me. No,
lets  not get drunk. Lets get a little high and forget about the past." I go,
 "That's basically my philosophy too, Willie."

It's a beautiful summer night for driving with the top down, but it's  also
a little like riding in the back of the truck at work. Road noises can  get
very loud especially when driving past big trucks and tractor trailers. It
makes talking difficult so it gives me time to think. It's nice Willie, and
 Ryan too, want to protect me from myself, but I truly don't feel I need
their  protection. Willie's giving himself too much credit thinking he had me
trained  and ready to be his 'boy'. I take offense to that actually. At the
same time I  know he and Ryan care about me and mean well. At least Willie
showed me  finally that he has a conscience, which I at times doubted in the
past. That's  a damn good thing. He took his dominant act too far into
weird's-ville is what  happened, and I dumped him. I knew very well what I was
doing in Key West,  it's called enjoying myself. It's was sexy fun for a night
or two, not a week  and certainly not longer then a week. Ryan claimed he
could have paraded me  around on a leash if he pushed it, but that's not
true. I have a safety valve  that kicks in and I say to myself, 'Enough of this
bull shit'. It happened in  New York and it happened at the end of the Key
West trip. I enjoy and  therefore tolerate short durations of submissiveness,
but when it isn't fun I  quit. With Robby I pretend he's in charge because,
like I said, it's fun. He  and I both know if there's something I really
don't want to do, I ain't doing  it. I'm not clueless about this stuff because
I've Googled it a lot and know  there are people who do lose themselves and
become 'slaves' to their so-called  'masters', but I'm not one of them.
Maybe New York Billy is willing to be a  'boy' for John, but I'm not. Not for
John certainly and not for anyone else  either. There are things I'll go
along with submissively that others can't  imagine why I would, but I know who I
am and know it's a temporary situations  and then I stop. Some people have
fun fishing and hunting. They love fishing  and hunting, but it's not
something I consider fun. Even so I don't look down  my nose at them or call them
losers for standing in a boat for hours waiting  for some dumb-ass fish to
bite their hook, or hiding in a tree waiting for an  innocent deer to walk by
so they can shoot the helpless animal with a  high-powered rifle. To them
that's fun no matter how bizarre it seems to me,  and to me being submissive
at times is fun for me no matter how bizarre it  seems to them. To me
getting fucked up the ass is hot, but unimaginable to  most straight people. It's
called a matter of opinion just like an  appreciation of rap music is
unimaginable to most opera lovers and vice versa.  These things seem clear to me
even if they aren't to others.


We're off the highway now and I direct Willie to the restaurant. He  parks
in Dino's Italian Cuisine's parking lot, and when we're walking through  the
parking lot he doesn't take my hand so I bump my hand against his and look
at him with my eyebrows raised. He looks confused for a second so I glance
at  my hand and he grins closing his hand on mine. I go, "I'm your date,"
and he  grins harder, mumbling, "You're so awesome, but I didn't know if I
should hold  your hand or not," and I go, "I learned how to be a good boyfriend
from you,  Willie. You taught me well." He shakes his head, grinning again,
then says,  "Yeah, I guess I did at that, good boy." The restaurant's
crowded on a Friday  night, but they've put some extra tables against the wall
and the woman  greeter leads us to one of them. She glances at Willie holding
my hand with a  frown on her face. Willie stares back defiantly at the woman
making her  look
away quickly. As we're being seated I catch Tony's eye and he gives me  a
smirk, then two minutes later he's at our table, asking me, "How many
boyfriends do you have, Dylan? This is the third one you've been here with in  the
past ten days." Willie says, "Well, look at him... his face, his body. He
could have as many boyfriends as he wants." Tony goes, "Yeah, I see what you
 mean. I'm Tony, by the way." Willie stands and shakes hands introducing
himself. Then we order cocktails, and even though it's not a cool drink, I
order a whiskey sour again because these whiskey sours are made with fresh
squeezed oranges and lemons making them damn good. Willie gets a more
accepted  guy's cocktail, a vodka and tonic which taste like gasoline. Willie's
staring  at me so I go, "What?" and he says, "You actually enjoy me being in
charge,  don't you? It's confusing me because you used to object to things I'd
do like  holding your hand." I say, "Maybe that's because I was closeted as
a gay  person then and now I'm not. I've thought many times how you helped
me embrace  being gay and not hiding it from the world. Holding hands is
sexy so I thank  you for that. You've showed me a lot of things including
appreciating and  embracing multiple sexual encounters." He laughs, and I go,
"I'm serious. With  you it's always been sex two or three times a day, and now
that seems just  right to me too." He nods his head, murmuring, "You're
surprising me, Dylan."  I can't say more because Tony serves the drinks, telling
us, "It'll be slow  coming out of the kitchen tonight, boys, just a heads
up." He said the same  thing the last time I was here.

While we drink our alcoholic beverages Willie tells me a little about  his
sexual philosophy and some of his sexual experiences, plus what he thought
he was doing to me during our dating days. He always looks me in the eyes
while talking, "Early on I recognized a submissive nature in you during sex,
and even before sex. It fascinated me, you fascinated me with your gorgeous
 looks and innocent personality. Your sexy bedroom eyes and puffy lips that
are  always ready to smile... it irresistible. At first I didn't think I
had a  chance with you, but then I saw you were receptive to my early
relatively  harmless bossiness. Soon I abandoned my submissive ways with others and
became  hell bent on dominantly developing your submissiveness further. I'd
been first  Carl's, and then Larry's fuck toy for two years and they were
never nice to  me, not before, during, or after sex. They treated me like shit
and I assumed  that's the way it worked because my dominant neighbor was
the same way, but  then I met you and thought I could dominant you without
treating you like  shit. I liked you from day one and soon fell in love with
you, so me being  mean to you was always a struggle. I didn't want to be mean,
but to accomplish  my goal I had to be tough with you at times, and you
accepted some of it  after initially bulking at it. So it was trial and error,
but I could see you  doing more and more things my way. I'd had sex with my
neighbor just before I  met Carl. I met him at a gay pride parade and he was
totally dominant right  from the start. As fate would have it, earlier sex
partners were older then me  and both fucked and treated me roughly, so it
didn't shock me when on my first  date with Carl he spanked the shit out of
me telling me I  might as well learn my place right from the get go. Well,
with you I thought  I'd slowly show you your place, and instead of being
exclusively tough on you  I'd win you over with a combination of kindness and
dominance. When you  objected to doing things my way early on, like me holding
your hand in public,  for example, I'd back off initially and then go right
back to doing it again  until you gave up and did what I wanted. Like you
said a little while ago, I  trained you not to be self-conscious about being
gay in public, but that  wasn't my only objective. I wanted to train you to
do whatever I said and that was just one  of the things I was working on. It
was a long term project, but I had my way  with you in the end. It's funny,
but of all the dominant things I laid on you  the one that told me you were
getting close to being my 'boy' was when you  stopped objecting to me taking
you for haircuts. When all of us were little  kids our parents, mother or
father, took us for haircuts and told the barber  how to cut our hair. Older
boys, and certainly boys our age, wouldn't tolerate  a parent doing that
now, but that's what I did with you. It took some time,  but eventually
whatever haircut I decided for you, you obediently accepted. I  knew then we needed
maybe only a week together to complete the transformation,  but fortunately
that got fucked up when I received that evil letter from  father." I'm
staring back at him wondering if he ever gave a thought to the  fact I don't
give all that much of a shit about my hair. Not compared to  experiencing sex
in a submissive trance.

Tony's back, "Have you guys decided what you want for dinner yet?"  Willie
says, "Oops, Tony, we haven't even looked at the menus. Are there any
specials tonight." Tony goes, "Oh yes, the specialty on the weekends is osso
boco with orzo risotto. Appetizer special is the chef's special bruschetta
topped with tomato, sweet onion, basil, oregano, parsley, and parmesan cheese.
They're both delicious choices." Willie goes, "The specials do sound good.
We'll both have then with a bottle of wine, whatever you recommend, and for
 now another cocktail for both of us." Willie reaches over and picks up my
menu  handing both his and mine to Tony, as Tony's says, "Your drinks will
be coming  up right up," and he carries the menus away. I stare at Willie
until he goes,  "What? Oh yeah, my bad. I ordered for you, didn't I? Damn, I'm
sorry, it's  what I've always done and I didn't think." I shrug, "I always
like it when you  take charge, Willie, you know that. It's just I didn't
expect you'd do it  tonight for some reason. Maybe because you weren't expecting
my hello kiss, or  that I'd want you to hold my hand." He reaches over and
takes my hand to hold,  saying, "I don't know how to act with you anymore,
Dylan. I ordered without  thinking, but are you saying it's okay?" I mutter,
"Sure it is. I dated you  for almost three years didn't I? And I called you
tonight so that's a clue  right there that I like a lot of what you do." He
squeezes my hand, asking,  "What parts don't you like?" I go, "Well,
extremes. I don't like extremes I  guess, but lately I'm kind of missing most of
what we were." He sucks on his  lips, then tentatively asks, "Are you saying
you want to be my boyfriend  again?" I don't know what the fuck I want. It's
not healthy for me to deprive  myself of sex like I've been doing this whole
week... it creates confusion.  Shrugging again, I say, "Maybe not exactly
your boyfriend because Robby's my  true love, we're engaged." Shit! I didn't
want to say that. I get mixed  up with Willie because I'm so used to being
submissive to him. It makes  me blurt out dumb stuff. He's making a funny
face, asking, "Engaged? What do  you mean?" I go, "Oh, it's just that someday,
years from now, we're gonna get  married, that's all I meant." He goes,
"Jeez, things change over the years,  Dylan. At our age it's pretty hard to
predict what's going to happen years  from now. Don't ya think?" I mutter, "I
guess so, yeah. I'm not too good at  long range planning." He's like, "Well
then, nothing's basically changed  because you told me any number of times
that Dickers is your true love. I  don't need to be number one, I can be number
three or four... or ten. What I'm  asking is do you want to be my boyfriend
again. I'd love it if you  do."


Our second drinks have arrived, so while Tony's putting them down and
collecting our finished glasses I'm scrambling to think of an answer for
Willie. Tony says, "Enjoy. I've put your bruschetta orders in, guys." Willie
mutters, "Thanks, Tony." When he leaves, I go, "Um, Willie, I was more or less
thinking we, you and me, um, could be more or less fuck buddies
occasionally."  Willie nods his head, then asks, "Um, does that include going on dates
together?" I mutter, "Yeah, of course. If you want to, I'd like that," and
Willie's like, "And you like me being in charge and deciding things for the
both of us, right?" I nod my head realizing I'm agreeing to business as
usual  with Willie, so I add, "Yes, but without extremes, ya know?" He says,
"Of  course, you tell me when something is extreme and I'll stop doing it." I
say,  "The way you've been tonight is awesome, Willie." He smiles, "Okay,
I'll be  like I've been tonight and you can call me your fuck buddy and I'll
call you  my boyfriend. Is that alright?" Hell, half my fuck buddies call me
their  boyfriend, so why not. I go, "Fine with me." He squeezes my hand
again,  saying, "Man, I'm a happy camper tonight. This is awesome, Dylan, and
I'm  determined to be a good boyfriend, not the out of control jackass I was
at  times in the past." The truth is this is no big deal because he'll be
going to  Cornell in New York state so how often will he be back home? A taste
of Willie  occasionally is just the right amount. I smile at Willie nodding
my head that  I agree, while I'm watching Tony bringing bread and butter,
plus a bottle of  wine to our table. He opens the bottle saying, "This is
Caparzo Brunello di  Montaicino, Tuscany, 1998. It's excellent." Willie's
excited, "We had that  with dinner a week ago. Great choice!" Willie's so much
more sophisticated  than me it's not even funny. I can't even pronounce the
name of that wine.  Tony says, "We'll let it breathe."

Willie and I look at each other for a few seconds, then he says, "I'm
about to burst, Dylan. I'm so happy you're giving me another chance. I want to
buy you something special." I say, "No, no more gifts, Willie, please. I
feel  very uncomfortable accepting expensive things from you. I just can't
accept  anymore. Okay?" He says, "Too extreme, huh? Okay, Dylan, no expensive
gifts,  but when I take you out on a date at least let me pay." I say, "We
should  split the cost," and he's like, "Nope, you're my boyfriend again and I
insist  on paying. I can't give in on this one." Willie is making a much
bigger deal  out of this than it is. As old friends we'll get together once a
month or so  and have some sexy fun, that's all there is to it. As far as him
paying for  dinner, or whatever, the rare time we get together, well Ray
insisted on that  too, so what the fuck, I say, "Oh, okay, thank you." Of
course with Ray it was  a movie or a hot dog at the basketball game, and with
Willie it'll probably be  dinner in a nice restaurant. He grins at me, then
says, "I didn't even think  I'd ever get to see you after Wildwood and here
you are as my boyfriend  again." I ask, "Yeah, why didn't you call me after
we, um, met in Wildwood?"  He goes, "I wasn't going to call you because I
thought I was ruining your  life, and surprise, you called me and now you're my
boyfriend again." I go,  "Boyfriend, fuck buddy, whatever" and he says, "I
couldn't think of you as a  fuck buddy, that's too crude for someone as
special as you. I prefer thinking  of you as my boyfriend." I shake my head,
mumbling, "You're giving me too much  credit." Willie goes, "No I'm not," then
he finally lets go of my hand to  butter a slice of Italian bread, and he
passes it to me. Good bread! Chewing  the bread, I ask, "What's that buco thing
we're having for dinner?" He goes,  "It's braised veal shank, braised a
long time so it's tender with a delicious  sauce." I don't know anymore now
than I did before asking. I mean, what the  fuck's a shank? I'll find out what
it is in due time. It's fun learning new  stuff and with Willie it's often
like a learning experience. The bruschetta  appetizers arrive and they turn
out to be little toasted Italian bread with  tomatoes and that other stuff
Tony mentioned on top. I crunch into one and  discover they're indeed very
good. We eat our appetizers and finish our  cocktails just like we're legal age
diners. This place if awesome. There's  Italian music in the background,
plus it's noisy in here with all the  conversations blending together, which I
like. God forbid anyone overhears our  conversation this evening. Finished
the last bruschetta, Willie says, "I want  you to spend the night at my
place to cement our restored relationship." I go,  "What? I can't spend the
night with you, Willie." He says, "Sure you can, and  I'm going to insist on it.
You want a boyfriend who's in charge so I'm not  going to disappoint. We'll
go right to my house after dinner." I mutter, "Oh  sure, without a
toothbrush or a change of clothes. Get serious." He grins, "I  am serious, you'll
wear my clothes tomorrow. I bought some great new clothes  for college. Last
week mother and I were on a spending spree. It was so much  fun I actually
enjoyed myself with her. We're finally getting to know each  other and it's
about time."

I think about that for a second, and like magic my cell phone beeps
indicating a text message. I check it out and see it's from Robby. According  to
his text, he's pissed off because he needs to spend another night in the
hospital. He couldn't pass the concussion test, whatever that is, and now the
earliest he can be released is Sunday. Damn, that's a little unnerving. How
come he couldn't pass his test? Willie asks, "What is it, Dylan? You look
upset." I tell him about the accident and the text message. As Tony arrives
with our dinners, Willie says, "I'm sorry Rob was in an accident, I really
am." While pouring Willie and me wine, Tony asks, "Rob was in an accident?"
I  give him a brief account of what happened, and Tony says, "Give him my
best.  Enjoy your meals." Hmmm, I can't give Robby Tony's best without
explaining who  I'm here with. It's always something! I'm not sure if I'll even
mention Willie  to Chubby or Robby. They're very judgmental when it comes to
Willie and they  don't even know him. It's because Willie's rich I think.
It's not fair. I text  Robby back telling him how sorry I am to hear this
latest news and tell him  I'm looking forward to Sunday when I'll finally get to
see him. The dinner is  very good, it's the first shank I've ever eaten and
like Willie said, it is  tender with a delicious sauce, but I'm not crazy
about the risotto. I'm a fan  of potatoes, but overall it's a very good
dinner. Willie says, "Mother will be  glad to see you, Dylan. She thinks you're
very polite and just this week she  said you're by far the best looking boy
I've ever brought to the house." I  say, "That's nice of your mom, um, how
many boys have you brought to the  house?" He shrugs, "I don't know, maybe a
dozen total from middle school until  now."  I go, "Oh, that reminds me. I'm
sorry, but I really can't spend  tonight with you, Willie. I will another
time, I promise. It's just that..."  He interrupts me, "Look at me, Dylan," I
look over, and he says, "I agree I've  been out of line with you in the past,
but this is a new start and I won't do  anything extreme from now on. I'm
asking you to spend the night with me  because this is a very special
occasion for me. So please!" I frown, but  what's the big deal? I've slept with him
twenty times or more. I say, "Oh,  okay, if it's that important to you,
Willie, I'd be glad to sleep with you.  You're in charge so if you feel it's a
good idea, I'll be happy to do it, but  you're building this up too much."
He says, "Not at all, I have everything in  prospective and thank you for
agreeing to sleep with me tonight. You never  minded doing that in the past,
baby. This time it'll make it official that  we're boyfriends again." He's big
on the boyfriend thing. I shrug and begin  eating the house salad, which as
I mentioned last time is excellent,  especially the Italian dressing. If
I'm honest with myself, sleeping with  Willie is fun and usually sexual hot to
boot. We had good sex two hours ago  and now I'm looking forward to sex in
Willie's bed. The wine, just going by  the fancy name, is probably more
expensive than the house rose I had last  time, but it's not as good as far as
I'm concerned. I manage to drink a glass  and a half, but Willie drinks most
of the bottle. After dinner he orders  coffee for both of us and Italian
cookies come with the coffees.


We eat most of the cookies while finishing our coffees. Willie motions  to
Tony for the check and puts his credit card on the check without looking at
it. He says, "Nice place, Dylan. Good food and I like the atmosphere. We'll
be  back." He looks at me, grinning, "This is so cool. I can't tell you how
happy  you've made me. Can't I buy you one little present, just one?" I
chuckle,  "Please don't, Willie," and he says, "Okay, but I'd love to buy you
everything." He signs for the credit card, mumbling, "I gotta take care of
Tony, he took care of us." Good, he's leaving Tony a good tip. We get up and
 Willie has his arm around my neck as we walk through the room. He
says, "When I have my arm around your neck I want you to put your arm
around my waist and walk very close to me. I chuckle and do that hugging his
side against mine. He says, "That's perfect." Halfway to the door he pulls my
head over and kisses my cheek, saying, "Love ya, baby." A guy in his
twenties  at a table with a heavy set girl, says, "Oh come on, don't flaunt that
crap in  public, have some class." Willie kisses me again, then with a big
smile, he  looks right at the guy, and asks, "Who's date do you think is
better looking,  mine or yours?" The guy says, "You're disgusting and so is the
girlie boy  you're with." Willie lets go of me and goes to grab the guy, but
I grab his  arm first quietly saying, "No, Willie, lets not screw up the
deal we got  here," meaning we get served cocktails. Willie's face is dark red
as he stares  hard at the guy, but now the caretaker of proper behavior
isn't looking at  Willie. Instead he's muttering to his date too low for us to
hear. He clearly  isn't interested in a physical confrontation. I pull on
Willie's arm and we  start walking again. People at the tables around us
naturally are gawking at  us and now they go back to eating. Outside Willie says,
"I'm glad you stopped  me, Dylan. Bigots like that guy aren't worth the
trouble in that situation. If  that dick-head called you a girlie-boy outside
though, it's a different story.  To start with there's nothing girlie about
you. Damn, that pisses me off!"  Willie lights two cigarettes and passes me
one. I can tell he's still fuming  and I hope he isn't stalling, waiting for
the guy to come outside. We smoke  without talking and when finished our
cigarettes he looks at the door,  mumbling, "They were eating dessert, I kinda
thought they'd be out by now." I  do a fake cough, not afraid of a fight, but
thinking it's stupid to fight over  this, and especially with a female
involved. If she gets into it with us, you  can't win. What are you gonna do,
knock her out? That's not cool.


We hang around outside the restaurant another couple of minutes, I  assume
Willie's still waiting for the smart-ass to come out, which is stupid,  then
he says, "Okay, babe, you're right, I'll let it go. Lets get going."  Good!
Before we get in the car, Willie asks, "Would you like to drive my new
car?" I say, "I will if you feel drunk, but other than that I'd rather not.
The thought of me putting a scratch on this beauty scares the hell out of me."
 He tells me he's fine to drive, so we get in and Willie drives away. As
we're  rolling down route 9, I text mom telling her I'm spending the night
with my  old friend, Willie Worthington, and I'll see her tomorrow. Willie asks
me, "Is  there anything you'd like to do? It's only nine-thirty." I say,
"Nope, I'm  looking forward to your bed though. That's an awesome bed." He
says, "Yeah,  and that reminds me, um, I wanted to ask you, um, the sex we
have, it's not  one of the extreme things I need to correct is it?" I say, "It's
not one of  the extreme things I had in mind, although it is extremely hot,
you're really  good at sex, Willie boy. Hell, your good at a lot of
things." He says, "You've  always been generous with compliments, Dylan. So you're
saying it's okay for  me to have as much sex with you as I want?" That
sounds good to me considering  the lack of sex I've had all week. I shrug, "We
both like sex, Willie, so  sure." He nods his head, muttering, "Well, okay
then." I'm staring at his  uniquely cute profile, surprised at how easily we
reconnected, but Willie's  new outlook on life had a lot to do with that. It
was the key actually. He  glances at me with a smile, then goes, "Hey, wanna
shoot some hoops when we  get home?" I'm like, "If you want to, sure,
although I'm not much competition  for you." He goes, "What the hell are you
talking about? You're a good  basketball player and anyway I like doing stuff
with you, it doesn't matter  who wins."

This familiar drive to Willie's mansion is like deje vu all over again  for
me. I remember our first date almost three years ago now. He took me to
his mother's fiftieth birthday party in the back yard of their house. Jesus!
If you can imagine that for a first date, and it should have been a clue to
me  I was in for a bizarrely bumpy ride. Willie was right earlier when he
said  he's made a lot of bad choices. Certainly he has in the time I've known
him  anyway, and not just where I'm concerned either. Most of the ones
involving me  were relatively harmless ones, like redecorating the motel room we
spent one  night in, or thinking I'd like to be in a porn video. Then near
the end of our  relationship a couple of his decisions became seriously bad
choices of a  life-altering variety. His attempted suicide, and then him
willingly becoming  someone's sex toy are two of the worst of his bad choices.
Some of his bad  choices, or bad judgement, are funny to me now, but back
then they made me so  uncomfortable. Our first date is a perfect example of me
being uncomfortable.  First of all, it was his mother's birthday party for
adults and Willie walks  in with me. He guided me around the party with his
arm around my waist  introducing me,'I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Dylan
Newman'. Oh man,  awkward! Of course, that sort of thing wouldn't unnerve
me nearly as much as  it used to, and it's just a funny memory now. We park
at the mansion's  multiple car garage containing five or six bays. Willie
takes my hand this  time and we walk behind the house that I refer to as a
mansion, past the large  stone patio area where his mother's birthday party took
place, and down a  brick path to an opening in tall hedges. Beyond the
hedges is the recreational  area his parents had workers build for Willie as a
kid. There's a swimming  pool, tennis courts, a basketball court, and a
Jacuzzi. The tiny lights  outlining the brick path and the stars above provide
the only light until  Willie hits a light switch and the area is flooded with
light. I look over and  see the hammock beyond the swimming pool that we
fucked in a couple of times.  We had some hot sexy times here, fer sure. I'm
glad I came.


We play one-on-one basketball with mixed results, although Willie's
obviously the superior athlete, and then there's the booze we imbibed at  dinner
being partially responsible for it not being much of a game. After  fifteen
minutes Willie stops, holds the ball under his arm, and goes, "Are we  out of
our minds? It's eighty degrees and we're sweating like race horses." I  go,
"Maybe it's the alcohol sweating out of us." He shrugs and we play a much
less energetic game of 'horse' with Willie making quick work of that. He
gets  bottles of cold water for us and we sit on cushioned patio furniture
drinking  it while glancing at one another. Willie grins at me, "This is nice,
Dylan, I  was such a fool for so fucking long. I didn't appreciate what I had
when we  were boyfriends before." He's shaking his head, then looks up with
a  mischievous grin, "Lets skinny dip in the pool." We're both sweaty from
playing basketball in the high heat and humidity, so that sounds like a
good  idea. He strips off his shirt, saying, "Come on, Dylan, they can't see us
from  the house." I'm not particularly shy about being naked so I strip
naked and  run for the pool with my dick and balls flopping around. I do a
cannon ball  into the pool so Willie does one too. First thing he says is, "You
have a  nipple ring." I say, "Yeah, I know. I got it a week or two ago and
it's still  sore. He stares at it, "That's cool, did it hurt?" I say, "Like
you can't  believe." He nods his head and I just know he's going to get one.
We swim  around splashing each other, acting much younger than we are. We
get the  giggles and then I'm in his arms and we get into a very hot make-out
and I  find myself attracted to Willie all over again. He gets me very
sexually  aroused and he's got an awesome body to hug and rub and squeeze my body
 against.


Getting a boner in water isn't as difficult to do as you might imagine.
Willie and me have no problem with it at all. He strokes my boner while
kissing me as I'm clinging to him, but I'm so horny it's like I almost blow my
load in the pool. Swimming away from Willie just before I climax, I go to the
 four foot water. Willie asks, "What happened? What'd I do?" Leaning
against  the edge of the pool, I mutter, "I almost spunked in your pool. You get
me so  hot, Willie." He swims over beside me, grinning, saying, "Another
compliment,  huh? You're the sexy one, Dylan," as he takes my hands and pulls me
away from  the edge into a little deeper water. I put my arms around his
neck, floating  in the pool, "I'm glad I called you tonight, Willie. This is
like we were a  couple of years ago, remember?" He says, "Sure I remember, it
was before I  starter acting like an asshole, right?" I go, "I never said
you were an  asshole," and give him a kiss, then hug him and bring my legs
down to go  around his waist. He smiles, "I can tell you're liking me all over
again,  Dylan. You can't fake that, and I love it. It wasn't expected I can
assure  you, but it's awesome." I say, "It kinda surprises me too, but
you've changed.  You've kept the sexy parts of you and discarded the extreme
parts, so what's  not to like?" He hugs me, then says, "You know I'm going to
try to make you  love me again, don't ya? This time I'm just going to try to
get you to love  me, not be my 'boy' like I stupidly wanted before." He's
being so sincere...  and he's been this way all night actually, grinning most
of the time. I rub my  fingers through his short hair looking him in the
eyes. His eyes shine and he  looks so happy. That makes me feel good. I put the
side of my face against  Willie and say into his ear, "Fuck me, Willie." He
asks, "In the pool?" I say,  "In the pool now, and in your bed later,
okay?" He grins, "You know very well  it's okay with me, cutie. God, you're
perfect, but I'll first need to get some  silicone-based lubricant because water
can be abrasive inside your pussy, er,  I mean your ass." I drop my legs
from around his waist and reach between his  legs getting my fist around his
firm cock. Both our boners are loosing their  hardness so I stroke his as he
grins at me for the hundredth time  tonight.


Stroking his cock under water, my fist slides back and forth on his  eight
inch cock with my other arm around his neck. I put my tongue in his  mouth
and he licks it, hugging me with both arms. He's such a good kisser and  I
can still smell his sexy scent even over the chorine smell of the pool. When
his cock is hard, I say, "You've got a nice eight inch boner here, fella."
He  goes, "It's longer then that, babe. It's eight inches flaccid, but longer
when  hard." That make my anus clench and release. I ask, Really?" and he
blushes a  little bit, saying, "I measured it when I was jerking off thinking
about you  after Key West. It's almost nine inches when hard and I'll bet I
get aroused  enough over you that it'll reach nine inches tonight." My fist
strokes his  boner again, this time from the root up and over the swollen
head and I  believe it is nine inches. I ask, "Why were you jerking off? You
could have  called any number of guys, like Andy, for example." He makes a
face, saying,  "That little prick, he played me for a sucker. No, I was
thinking only about  you, but after my jerk off I did a lot of soul searching,
and like I told you  before, I decided I was fucking up your life so I hated
myself and looked up  an old dominant partner and you see where that got me."
I let go of his cock,  muttering, "That's the past, that's history and
you're starting fresh,  remember?" A rye grin from Willie as he puts the palm of
his hand on the side  of my face, "Yeah, a fresh start and you're a bonus I
didn't expect, but it  sure lifts my spirits. Wait here, baby, I'll get the
lubricant." He climbs out  of the pool and walk over to a stand containing
towels, and apparently  silicone lube. I watch him squeeze lubricant on his
fingers and stroke his  boner twisting his fist around the shaft as he
strokes it applying the lube.  His boner shines in the lights, glossy with lube
and too heavy to stick up  against his belly like mine does. The silicone
makes me think of Dodger  fucking me a couple of times in a pool, and it can be
a rough entrance in  water, but he produces so much precum it worked out
good even without silicone  lube. I read someplace woman should never fuck in
a pool, but I forget why.  Something to do with their vaginas probably.
Willie jumps in the pool feet  first and swims over, saying, "The silicone won't
wash off in the water." A  thought pops into my head, so I ask, "You've got
silicone lubricant on hand?  Do you do much fucking in this pool?" He says,
"I used to, but haven't for  quite awhile. There's silicone lubricated
condoms in my secret hiding place  for guys other than you. I've always needed
to do you bareback because you're  so special." I say, "Carl and Larry never
used condoms," and Willie mumbles,  "We were very young, with limited sex
partners so it seemed safe. Nowadays I'd  only have unprotected sex with you."
Hmm, I ask, "How about the dominant guy?  The Wildwood one." He goes, "Ha!
He used two condoms every time he fucked me  while calling me every
derogatory slur you can imagine. Slut, whore, bitch,  you name it and I felt I
deserved all of them. Now I want to cut his balls  off." I remind him,
"Yesterday's news," and he's like, "Yep, it  is."

The silicone intrigues me, "Let me feels how slippery your cock is,
Willie." He grins at me , wrinkling his nose a little. He doesn't have much of  a
tan so I guess he hasn't spent a lot of time in the sun this summer. My fist
 wraps around his cock which is getting limp again. Stroking it a few
times,  but my hand keeps slipping off the silicone lubricant. Wow, that stuff is
 going to allow his cock to slide up my ass nicely. He gets my face between
 both his hands, the slippery silicone on his fingers smear on my left
cheek as  his lips come to mine for a kiss that becomes a romantically loving
one from  him. I can actually sense his affection for me. It makes me feel
special and  fills me with a desire, a desire for him I never expected I'd feel
again. How  much of this is caused by my lack of sex most of the week I
can't be sure, but  it has to be having some effect on me. Continuing to stroke
his cock, my other  arm goes around him and our naked wet bodies slide
against one another as we  both feel as much of each other's body as possible.
His cock gets rigidly  erect quickly so I let go of it. Feeling breathless, I
stop kissing back and  let Willie suck my top lip and lick my face and nip
at my ear lobe, then put  his tongue in my ear giving me thrilling chills.
One of his hands drops down  and he pushes a finger up my ass. It goes in
easily aided greatly by the  silicone lube. His lips on my ear, he says, "Just
relax against me and let me  pleasure you." I do what he says and my arms go
around his neck as my body  goes limp. His finger finds my prostate and I
whimper with sexual pleasure as  he rub across it repeatedly. I hang on to
him feeling a submissive haze  descend and it's wonderful, almost magical,
almost an out of body experience.  My cock gets hard, pointing up between our
bellies. His boner is held up  between us too, and mine is next to what feels
like a steel pole inside a taut  skin covering. The head of Willie's boner
is more then two inches above the  head of mine.


Willie say quietly in my ear, "Try to love me again and I'll treat you
like a prince, not my 'boy'. My main goal in life will be to give you sexual
pleasure, as much of it as you need, and I'll do it all the time if
necessary.  I'll take care of you in every way, sexually and every other way too.
We're  two of a kind, you and me, we both love sex and need lots of sexual
relief,  and we can provide it for each other in ways no one else can." His
finger  continues rubbing my prostate and his voice is whispery coming from far
away.  "Dylan baby, I'll love you the right way this time, not as a
possession or a  treasure to show off, but simply to love you as you are. Love me
back and our  lives will be like a beautiful dream together." My eyes are
heavy and I can't  for the life of me concentrate on what he's saying.  His
whispery voice  and his lips touching my ear mesmerizes me in my dreamy
contended state of  mind. My body drifts away from his as if it's a rag in the
water. My arms  around Willie's neck act as my anchor. I'm breathing softly, so
relaxed, with  Willie saying something I can't quite make out, something
about, "I know it's  too soon, but give me a chance and see if I'm worthy to be
loved by you. Will  you do that, Dylan?" I murmur, "Uh huh," not sure what
exactly he's referring  to. He gets his hands on my sides and pulls me
against him again, then with  his arms wrapped around me he kisses my mouth, turns
me around, and quietly  says, "Hold on to the edge of the pool, baby." He
gets behind me in four feet  of water, his hands oh my hips and he slide his
long hard slippery boner four  inches up my ass. My eyelids flutter as I
moan, "Aaaaah, oooh." Getting his  arms around my stomach he pulls me the last
five inches onto his boner with my  shoulders shuddering and me moaning with
sexual arousal and deep sexual  pleasure. My toes wiggle as he pulls out
five or six inches of cock and then  slides it tightly, but smoothly back up
my ass. My head bobs when he withdraws  his cock again and pushes it right
back up. "Oooooh, yeaaah," from me, and  "Mmmmm, oooh," from Willie. Shaking
my head and opening my eyes I can hardly  believe how wonderful this feels.
"Oooh, Willie, that's so good." He withdraws  and immediately pushes his cock
back up my ass a half dozen times. It blows my  mind how long it takes the
swollen head to get all the way up inside me, way  up. My body shakes as I
moan, "Mmmmmm, oooh my God, that's good. Mmm, mmmm,  oooh." Willie begins
sucking on my hickey so I move my head away like I'm  suppose to. He only sucks
it for a few seconds, then kisses the side of my  neck and whispers in my
ear, "You're so good looking, you're beautiful. I'm  going to fuck you the
way you like," and he begins driving his cock up my ass  hard and fast and
it's a constant erotic stimulation bursting from my ass to  spread all around
my pelvic region. My head is back as far as I can stretch it  as I grimace
and moan with sexual pleasure.


There's no slap, slap, slap sounds only slushing pool water and  Willie's
groans of pleasure and grunts from the effort of pumping his hips  driving
his cock back and forth in my ass. From me, one long moan of pleasure  echoes
in my ears like it's coming from someone else.  Each long drive up  my ass
gives me chills as his silicone coated cock slides to and fro  tantalizing
the lips of my anus and providing constant stimulation sliding  over my
prostate. His cock is so fucking long! My boner is soon sticking  straight out
from my body, poking the side of the swimming pool with every  hard thrust up
my ass with Willie's seemingly foot long boner. The water  splashes around us
and it all seems otherworldly and awesome. Willie has good  stamina as his
hips thrash through the pool water driving his long piston back  and forth
in my rectum, which has turned into a tunnel of sexual pleasure. I  try
concentrating on each thrust as the head travels up inside my rectum, but  the
thrust blends together making me shake with pleasure and babble Willie's
name. Then it's on me, the need to climax. I'm sputtering and gasping for air
as the sensations of climax overtake my senses. My body's shaking with my
boner seemingly hard enough to crack right off my body and float away in the
pool. My squeal is humiliating loud, but squeal I do as cum pumps up from my
 nuts causing such intense sensation in the shaft of my cock my squeal
becomes  more like a scream. My back arches as my hip thrust forward firing cum
from my  cock and I almost lose my grip on the side of the pool. The
following shots of  cum overwhelm me and I think I'm squealing, but only a whizzy
sound comes from  my throat. At the unbelievable moment of climax I had no
idea where I was or  who I am. I was just an immense orgasm of spunk. I take a
hand from the pool's  edge and stroke my cock babbling and dizzy, overcome
by my electrifying  orgasm. Every part of my body  feels so good my
shoulders are shuddering  again. A few moments of intense sexual sensations fly
around my ass, groin,  and cock and balls before slowly fading, and now I feel
Willie's cock in my  ass again. It still feels wonderful, but he's on my back
now. Grunting in my  ear humping against my asshole and then I feel his
hard stream of cum hit off  the walls of my rectum. Then more slipperiness
inside me with Willie still  humping against my ass making desperate sounds as
his climax soars. His orgasm  is over in seconds and I feel him shivering on
me. His body does a spastic  shudder and he back off to lazily pump in my
rectum while quietly  moaning. He then withdraws his long cock and joins me at
the edge of the pool,  right next to me.

We both take some deep breaths waiting for our heart rates to calm  down.
Willie puts his arm across my shoulders and hugs me against his side. He
murmurs, "Unbelievable sex, Dylan. It's your ass that's perfect. I don't know
how to explain it, but it's different in only the best possible ways. It's
better than any ass I've ever fucked. You're special like I've told you a
million times." I ask, "How many asses have you fucked anyway?" He chuckles,
"An embarrassingly low number because until I met you I was a submissive
bottom. This is better." I go, "Approximately how many?" He says, "The exact
number is six counting you, but I know the difference between a normal
guy's  pussy and yours." He waits a second, then asks, "Don't you mind that I
called  your ass a pussy?" I go, "It's a word, if it makes you feel better
calling my  ass a pussy, go ahead. It's not a pussy of course, but then my
penis isn't a  rooster either and yet I call it my cock." He chuckles, "Well,
even though you  don't mind me saying pussy, I'm trying not to call it that,
but old habits are  hard to break." We get out of the pool, and Willie gets
me a large towel from  the stand, then gets one for himself. He bends down to
where he dropped his  shorts and retrieve his cigarettes and lighter from
the pocket, mumbling, "Let  sit in the lounge chairs." With the towel around
me I plop down in the  comfortable lounge chair closest to me and he pulls
another one over to mine.  After laying in his he lights two cigarettes and
passes one to  me.


We smoke silently for a minute, then Willie quietly says, "This is sort  of
surreal. You and me like this, I mean. I don't see you for almost three
months while I punish myself with self loathing, aided greatly by the inhuman
neighbor of mine. Then you rescue me from that situation and almost a month
 after that we're together for the first time since Wildwood, sitting here
after making love together." I say, "Having buddy sex together." He goes,
"Have it your way, but it's still surreal don't ya think?" I look over at
him  as I exhale smoke, then say, "It's unexpected, yep. I never expected it,
but I  wanted to see you. I had to be sure you're okay and not back with the
asshole.  What's his name anyhow?" Willie takes a deep breath, "I made a
promise to  myself never to say his name out loud as long as I live." I shrug,
"Fine with  me, but didn't you say he was a neighbor?" With smoke coming
from his nose and  mouth, he says, "Yeah, they live in the next houses over."
That's probably  like a quarter mile away. Not a regular neighborhood, still
I'm curious, "Are  his family and yours friends?" Willie says, "They belong
to the same country  club and know each other, but more like acquaintances
than friends. Still,  I'll see asshole at the club from time to time. We
made a pact that he won't  tell and I won't either because it would be
humiliating to our families. Being  gay is one thing, but BDSM probably wouldn't sit
well with that crowd." I go,  "There's probably some BDSM stuff going on in
that crowd. The rich aren't  immune to sexual peculiarities." He mutters,
"I guess," and I ask, "Instead of  taking your self loathing to the pervert,
did you give any thought to taking  it to a therapist and seeing what they
make of it?" He goes, "Now you sound  like my parents. In hindsight that
would have been better, yes. It would have  been the sensible thing to do, but
I've already admitted I've made bad choices  in my life, and the neighbor was
one of my worse." I ask, "Was he one of the  two dominant guys you were
with before meeting fat Carl?" He goes, "Yeah, but  then he went away to
college and the other guy got too physical with me and  broke my wrist, so one of
my few good choices was staying away from him. I was  desperate for sex by
the time I met Carl, but please lets drop this unpleasant  subject." I
mutter, "Sorry," and we smoke quietly for awhile.


Then Willie wants to know, "Do I have this right, Dylan? You're my
boyfriend again, I'm still the dominant partner so I'm in charge and you're
submissive to me, we'll go on dates and it's okay for me to fuck you to my  hearts
content, and all I need to do is not go to this nebulous extreme with
anything except sex, and you'll advise me if I do? Is that about it?" I  say,
"You're making too big a deal out of this, Willie. You're taking it to
extremes, you might say. You can call me your boyfriend, it's just a word, but
you are well aware of who my real boyfriend is. Sure you can be in charge, I
prefer that and I'll go along with things that I want to go along with. If I
 don't want to, I won't. Of course you're the dominant sex partner and I'm
the  submissive one. I don't want to be anything else when I can help it.
I've  fucked one or two guys myself, and you were one of them, so it's not
like I  can't 'top' or that I don't like it. I do like it, but I like being a
submissive bottom better. And, as you said, we both like sex, so be my
guest,  fuck away." I just described buddy sex, but Willie is free to make of it
what  he will. He says, "It doesn't sound very romantic the way you say it."
I say  in as nice a way as I can, "That's because it isn't romantic,
Willie. Like I  said, we're fuck buddies. Fuck buddies don't have to just fuck ya
know. They  can have other fun together too. They can enjoy each other when
not fucking  and even love each other as friends." He puts his cigarette out
using a shrub  in a clay pot behind him, telling me, "I like the way my
description sounds  better, and I do love you. I love you for the right reasons
now, and being  dominant with you won't have anything to do with you being
my 'boy' or 'sex  slave' or any of that crazy shit. I'm through with that
totally. That being  said, like I mentioned earlier tonight,  I'm on a mission
to get you to love me. Is that alright?" I shrug, "Sure, I'm  flattered
actually, but just so you know, I'm spending my life with Robby  Dickers." He
says, "Okay, we both have been honest  with each other and we know where we
stand as of now. Things change though,  that's all I'm saying, so we'll see."


We spend some time talking  about the next big thing coming up in both our
lives, and that's college. I'm  returning for my sophomore year and Willie's
of course going into his freshman  year. He's excited about that and
already has his roommate arranged in  the freshman dorm. His roommate is gay too.
Willie says his roommate's has a  boyfriend back home, but they're not in a
committed relationship. His roommate  and Willie have talked it out ahead of
time deciding they'd try sex together,  commitment free, and see if it
works for them. I say, "Buddy sex," and Willie  laughs, "Yeah, with him and me
it's buddy sex, but I see it differently with  you. Let me fantasize my
dream, will ya?" He's acting more normal and self  deprecating than I've ever
seen him be before. He even makes fun of himself by  categorizing his romantic
ideas about me as his fantasy. Willie's easier to  talk to than he used to
be as well, and I find I'm enjoying myself shooting  the shit with him. After
awhile he gets up and takes my hand, saying, "Come  on, we're going to
cuddle in the hammock for awhile." I get up grinning, "Good  idea, you're good
at cuddling." I get up and Willie's arm goes around my neck,  he kisses the
side of my forehead, saying, "You smell good even after  swimming." We walk
naked towards the hammock with Willie saying, "When I walk  with you like
this, baby, you put your arm around my waist and hug. I don't  want to need to
tell you that again." I do what I'm told, mumbling, "Sorry, I  forgot,"
without me giving it a thought. Deep ingrained habits are hard to  break...


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



Please consider a tax deductible contribution to nonprofit Nifty to  help
them cover the expenses of maintain this site.