Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2014 09:54:10 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 91 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 91 by Donny Mumford Still naked, Willie and I walk towards the hammock that's swinging in the warm breeze on the far side of the pool. Willie's arm is around my neck so my arm is around his waist. Part of Willie's dominant kookiness is his insistence we walk together in specific ways. According to him, when he has his arm around my neck I need to put my arm around his waist. He's just informed me of this a minute ago and he did it in a nice although stern manner. It's like, he hasn't been nearly the confident and dominant Willie of old, so I'm going to embrace situations where he does show a little dominance. I'm fully aware walking the way Willie wants is goofy, but it helps establish that he's in charge. He also told me when we're on a date together he's going to try being dominant in a stern way, but without being mean or demeaning, which is a very new approach for him and so far it's been only so-so. In days gone by Willie's dominant way of taking charge got my submissive-minded dick at attention. I'm still hoping it works for me, but it'll be to a lesser degree. Being submissive to Willie is a sexually stimulating game I've been playing for a couple of years now. I'm not at all sure Willie has ever seen it as a game though. To me playing the submissive role is often fun and sexy although I'd guess about two days of it in a row would be the extent of the time I'd want to do it. Actually, it's been really nice being with Willie again, especially now that he's mellowed his approach and cut out the bull shit about me being his 'boy', which was never going to happen in the first place. He's changed and I'm glad to see it because his old approach was boiling over the top at the end of our previous relationship, which is the main reason I lost interest in him. It remains to be seen how much of the sub/dom stuff he has left. After Key West Willie apparently did some soul searching and didn't particularly like what he discovered about himself. Because of that he decided to change, punishing himself in the process. It's nothing new for Willie to overdo things, like punishing himself by becoming his neighbor's sex toy. It was dumb to punish himself the way he did, but lets face it, Willie's been the king of bad choices as long as I've known him. However, if his behavior tonight is any indication of the new and improved version of Willie, I'd say he's headed in the right direction and the only question remaining is will he go too far with this too and end up back in his submissive frame of mind again. His improved behavior is not just for me, but more importantly for himself. Admitting you've been an asshole, and then doing something constructive about it isn't something everyone's willing to do, so I admire Willie for attempting to do that. The challenge for him is not falling back on old bad habits. For our relationship to be especially interesting to me he needs to be the dominant one, but with a touch of common sense included. Not that we'll have time for much of a relationship anyway. On Sunday he's going to Cornell University in New York and we'll rarely see each other. On the rare occasions we're both in the area however, I'd enjoy a sub/dom date with him, assuming he's up to the task. If he can be nice as well as dominant in the manner Ryan used to be, and really care about me as a friend and sex buddy, then it could be an awesome sub/dom scenario. But like I said, so far on this date Willie has only been mildly dominant at best, so there's definitely some heat previously present that's now missing. Few things are perfect though so I'm thinking I prefer this date with him over most of our previous one the past twelve to eighteen months. I haven't gotten into any significant submissive trances, but as I've said, many of the negative aspects of past dates is also missing. We get on the hammock with my ass still buzzing from that swimming pool fuck. The silicone is squishy in my ass mixing with Willie cum. It makes me shudder thinking about how good my orgasm felt. Willie's saying, "I want you to keep your arms at your sides, Dylan, and roll over facing me." When I do that he wraps me up in his arms and legs quite tightly, securing my arms to my side, one of his legs under and the other over my legs. "Pull your knees up some, baby, the way I showed you in Key west." I do that and his four limbs tie-up my body. He tightens his hold and I feel claustrophobia creeping into my mind so I struggle a little, but Willie takes a hand away and he gives my ass a hard slap. The "Slap" sound rings in my ears. That was cool. Then he holds firm, murmuring, "Calm, be calm and trust me or you'll get another smack on your ass. You couldn't get out of my grip no matter what you tried anyway, so accept I'm in control of you." I struggle again because now a little feeling of panic slips into my brain and I get another hard "Smack!" on my ass. Willie's like, "Easy, you're fine." Forcing myself to relax, slowly, limb by limb, my whole body becomes limp allowing Willie to tighten his hold a tiny bit more. He says, "That's better." I breath evenly, my face against Willie's bare shoulder, the side of his chin resting on the side of my forehead. His cock and balls are pretty much next to mine, sort of side by side and tight between us. He quietly says, "There, you're fine. You got used to this before so this is nothing new. It's a controlling exercise to remind you who's in charge here." He licks my hickey a little bit, then says, "Are you alright?" I'm feeling pleasantly submissive at the moment. It's almost like Willie and me are one body with two heads. Not wanting to put my trance in jeopardy by talking, I nod my head against the side of his chin, and he says, "Good, and no pouting. This is just like old times now." He talks quietly, "You know, I've never had even one nice dominant sex partner, never once. They were heartless and mean to me, but I realize it's stupid to be that way with you if I ever hope to get you to love me. I'm aware you don't think you'll ever love me, but I'm gonna try to change your mind about that, and being mean to you isn't likely going to help me accomplish that. A few smacks on your bare ass is hardly being mean. You know as well as I do that I've got to get your attention at times and a harmless smack on the ass does that." His harmless slaps on my ass sting like a bumble bee sting, but at the same time it makes me feel submissive so it's all good. Willie adds, "And I know you thrive on me being dominant to you so I don't want to let you down in that area either, but it will require me walking a tightrope between tough and nice. I need to be in control, yet be sweet at the same time. That's quite a neat trick and I don't know if it can be done. Has anyone pulled that off with you." Again I nod my head against the side of his jaw because Ryan managed that for the most part. Willie asks, "It wasn't Rob, right?" I shake my heads, 'no' and he says, "Well, it doesn't matter who did it, it's just good to know it can be accomplished." It's still warm tonight so naturally our naked bodies plastered together like this result in a lot of sweat between us. Being bound up by Willie's body is a weird feeling, something like being hogtied or paralyzed. He sucks on my hickey getting it stinging again. Willie's got this 'thing' in his head about boyfriends and hickeys, but I'm enjoying that he's exercising some dominant behavior during our date tonight. He says, "In order for me to get you into a deep submissive state of mind I need more time than we have on just one date. Remember Key West? You got really into it for a while and I thought I was doing good, but then I noticed irritation growing in you by the end of the second day. It never came to a head because I got food poisoning and couldn't be in charge after that, but the irritation you were feeling is what I'm trying to avoid this time around. My quest is to get you to love me, and maybe it's a lot like don Quixote's impossible dream, but just the same it'll be fun trying and certainly more fun than my self loathing or the mistreatment heaped on me by my sadistic neighbor. You being my boyfriend again is a totally, totally unexpected brilliant turn of events for me, and that is seriously understating the case. I thought there was zero chance you'd ever be my boyfriend again and yet here we are, so yeah, unexpected is an understatement." I'm in a pleasant haze not thinking about anything in particular and while I hear his words they have little impact except perhaps subconsciously. Willie gets the hammock swinging gently again and I'm now totally comfortable with Willie being in complete control. My only responsibility is basically to keep breathing, which my body does without my conscious help. It's awesome not having a care in the world. Plus, I enjoy the feel of Willie's body and his scent. We've fucked twice tonight already, including in the swimming pool fifteen minutes ago, so I feel sexually satisfied and quite happy to be here with my original boyfriend. I think Willie was my first boyfriend, and Robby my second, but it's almost like what came first the chicken or the egg. In any case I thought I loved them both, but it turned out I only loved one. Live and learn... that's one of my mottos. Willie goes, "Dylan, what do you consider the most submissive thing you can do sexually?" Damn, I guess I'll need to speak. I can lift my head maybe two inches off his shoulder, so I do that quietly muttering, "I think it's rimming." He says, "Would you like it if I allowed you to rim me right now?" My dick tightens as I mumble, "Yes, I'd like to rim you now." He says, "Well, I hope you won't mind too much that I'm not going to let you do that now, I was just curious what it would be." I wouldn't mind doing it right now, but insisting on it would be out of character for my role as the submissive member of our twosome. By Willie refusing to let me rim his ass it makes me want to do it more. Weird how that works. The gentle swinging of the hammock gets hypnotic and helps reestablish my dreamy trance. Finally Willie loosens his hold on me, quietly saying, "Stay in position as if I'm still holding you," so I do that and he begins rubbing the palms of his hands over my body, mumbling, "I've always sort of worshipped your body. It's sexily awesome especially you smacked ass and boy pussy." It's strange staying in this tight position without him holding me in it, but I wouldn't think of stretching. I'm breathing softly as he massages my body and it feels great. Willie murmurs, "Damn, you have the hottest body, Dylan, I'm getting turned on just feeling it all over as you lay there submissively for me. Damn, you turn me on." After massaging my body a few minutes, he swats my ass again, "SMACK!" and takes my hand, saying, "Come on, get up, we're going to take a bath together." Walking hand in hand by the pool he gets another idea. "We'll jump in the pool again before our bath," so we jump in together. Skinny dipping is definitely the way to go. It feels good being naked in a swimming pool. We swim two laps with Willie floating a bit waiting for me to catch up during each lap. In the five foot section of the pool Willie swims under water and comes up right in front of me with my nuts in his fist. "You'll never guess what I've got in my fist under water," he says to me. I put my hands behind his neck holding onto him grinning at him. I'm up on my toes a little as he asks, "What do you think about me squeezing what I have in my fist?" I say, "I know a kid who used to get his nuts crunched all the time and he claimed to like it." Willie goes, "Would that kid be you by any chance?" and I'm like, "Most definitely not. His name is Ryan and he goes to Merrimack with me." Willie squeezes a little making me yelp out. "Maybe I can get you to enjoy getting your nuts crunched. Whaddaya think, Dylan?" I go, "Please don't. I get sick to my stomach when my balls get treated unkindly." Still holding my balls in his fist he leans in for a kiss and I get my arms around his neck and put my tongue in his mouth. Our faces move against each other as Willie lips suck on mine. Dragging my tongue across his face, I say in his ear, "It's fun being with you again, Willie. I think you're awesomely sexy and I've missed you." He lets go of my nuts and hugs around my waist, our faces and bellies touching. With his lips on mine and our noses side my side, he asks, "What exactly is sexy about me, baby?" I suck on his lips feeling extremely attracted to him. One of his hands cups the back of my head as we kiss and rub tongues and my cock firm up. Then with the side of our faces together I say in his ear, "Everything about you is sexy. You're cute and your body is taut and athletic and you smell so good it gives me a hard dick." "Have you really missed me, Dylan?" I say, "Yes, but I'm just realizing how much. It's crazy but all the times we've been together seems to be crowded my mind at the same time now that we're together again like this." He says, "You're so nice to overlook the way I was in Wildwood when you saw me. Your kindness to me made me realize how much I love you all over again." I hold his face between my hands and kiss his lips, "We don't need to rehash that unfortunate incident. I'm just glad you pulled yourself up and got your act back together." He goes, "With a huge assist from you." I'm surprising myself falling all over Willie like this, but something just clicked and I've got the hot's for him. Maybe it's as simply as me having no sex basically for a week and then Willie relieving me of my horniness twice tonight, and doing it very well too. Maybe it's the way he loves me even though I don't love him, not romantically anyway. Or maybe it's because he's changed his personality and become more mainstream. He's nicer and more considerate, but he retains just enough confident dominance to interest me. Maybe it's all those things plus other things I'm not thinking of at the moment. He hasn't been especially dominant tonight for the most part if I'm honest about it. It's probably me remembering when he was that way and how dreamy it felt being submissive to him. There were a couple of days in Key West that equaled or topped the best submissive trances Ryan put me in during our days of sexual heat together. I haven't experienced that since those days with Ryan and before than it was Willie in Key West. I rub my nose against his, saying, "This is the way Eskimos kiss." Willie mumbles, "You're acting the way you used to all the time with me, Dylan, in our best days together anyway. You couldn't get enough of me and I think that eventually led to me taking things too far trying to dominant you. That's what I was alluding to earlier. Now I appreciate your attention for the right reasons and I no longer want to take advantage of your submissive nature and love of sex. I want to savor it and encourage it, but sometimes I still need to remind you that you're submissive to me, or I'm afraid you'll lose interest in me again." I playfully squeeze his nose, saying, "Yes, you must be dominant because that's when you're the sexiest." I wrap my arms around his neck again and then wrap my legs around his waist, saying in his ear, "Fuck me again, Willie. Fuck me hard and be dominant about it." He goes, "How about I give you a hard spanking for being a naughty boy and then fuck your spanked pussy until you're walking bowlegged like I did in Wildwood. I'll leave my cock up your ass at bedtime too so you'll sleep thinking about me fucking you." I kiss the side of his head, muttering, "You're giving me a hard on talking sexy like that." He rubs both hands on my back, saying, "Mmmm, you feel so awesome, I love you, but even for you I can't get a boner up after I just fucked you right here in this pool a half hour ago." We kiss some more as Willie talks and I cling to him with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Our faces are side by side again with me sticking my tongue in his ear. Taking one of my arms from around his neck I ruffle through his wet hair and then up the back of his head. I'm dizzy with desire for him totally shocked by this turn of events. I say in his ear, "Willie, promise me you won't get a haircut from anyone but me. I want to shampoo your hair and massage your shoulders and scalp making you feel good. Then I'll slowly cut your hair the way you want and then suck your awesome long cock and kiss and rim your ass, and you'll fuck me hard. Okay?" He says, "I love you like this, Dylan, love, love, love it! I promise and we'll do it just like you said. Hey, how can I get my hair to grow faster?" I chuckle, and rub my fingers through his hair again, then kiss his lips. As I drop my legs to the bottom of the pool we get into a hot make out with our bodies squirming together and my hands rubbing up and down his back and squeezes his firm ass. We both have fairly nice boners when we breathlessly stop and just hug together, my forehead on Willie's shoulder. He squeezes the back of my neck, murmuring, "You're so special I feel honored to be with you. Out of all the guys in the world you're with me." It's so nice being loved like this. Lifting my head off his shoulder he takes my hand, "Come on, baby, we're getting wrinkled being in the water this long." I walk close to Willie so he looks at me and smiles as he drops my hand and puts his arm around my waist. I put my arm around him and pull his side into mine and we go up the steps in the pool's three foot section and out of the pool. Out of the pool we dry off with the towels we used earlier, then pull on just our shorts and carry our shirts and sneakers to the house. We go through a patio door into the house and find it's cool and quiet inside. "My mother and father are in their bedrooms by now," Willie whispers. "Lets get something to drink." In the huge kitchen, which most restaurants would love to have, we get sodas from the refrigerator. I get an orange soda which I haven't had since I was a little kid. Willie gets a ginger ale and we sit at the chef's table drinking our sodas with Willie smiling, as happy as I've seen him in a long time. He seems relaxed and comfortable with himself, probably for the first time since I've known him. He's looking so cute to me and his chest is sexy even without chest hair. He goes, "This sexy sub/dom game of ours isn't something most people would do consciously, but unconsciously you can see sub/dom behavior in people all over the place." I say, "Yep, I agree, and almost everything people do together involves some degree of sexuality too, and that's true even if they don't realize it." He goes, "You and me, on the other hand, do it purposely because we recognize the sexuality involved. The reason I need to insist on seemingly innocuous things, like you putting your arm around my waist, is to remind you you're submissive to me. I've finally realized that trying to be dominant with you about serious matters is stupid. It only works with relatively unimportant things, but these little things allow you to be submissive to me." Swallowing some super sweet orange soda, I mumble, "I like being submissive to you and I'd hate to see you eliminate too much of your sexy dominant stuff. Do you think being submissive is a fetish? Some people not into a sub/dom relationship probably would think I'm a wimp for allowing myself to be dominated, but what they don't grasp is the important word in that statement. That word being 'allow'. I'm not compelled to act submissive, I allow it sometimes because I enjoy it." He says, "Yeah, I know, but I was much more fucked up than you in my submissive days. I embraced being submissive because I thought I deserved bad treatment. I guess I had extremely low self esteem. My upbringing probably had a lot to do with that, but I'm done blaming others for my behavior. I want to own it from now on. I'm responsible for what I do, no one else." I say, "I don't believe for a second you're the only one at fault. The environment you grew up in shaped you into who you are for the most part. Especially when you were much younger and receptive to the behavior of others. Your parents, in other words, deserve a lot of the blame for your low opinion of yourself, but it seems to me you're overcoming a lot of that." He mutters, "Thanks, Dylan. I can see you're sticking up for me." He gets a cute smirk on his face, "Are you getting a crush on me all of a sudden?" I go, "Yes I am," and he's like, "I was only kidding. I'm the one with a crush on you, a crush that's more then three years old by now." Willie lights us cigarettes, saying, "If chef catches me smoking in here my ass is grass." Passing me a cigarette, he says, "Ya know, I like doing things for you, Dylan. In one of my fantasies I'm you man servant and I need to do everything for you like dress and undress you and bath you and brush your teeth and shave you when you get whiskers, and feed you. Everything. I get a boner thinking about being your servant and you fuck me and I suck your cock. Everything reversed." I chuckle, "That sounds cool. It's your submissive side coming out in your fantasy." He shrug, "I guess. The thing is, I'd be submissive to you in a second if you were the dominant type, but since you're not I do the dominant part. Anything to be with you." I look at him feeling touched by his sentiments. "That's so sweet, Willie. It makes me feel good, but you've vastly overrated me. It's flattering, but no one could live up to that kind of devotion." He says, "You've never really believed me, but I'm in love with you. Sure, it was for the wrong reasons at time, but now it's because I love you like I told you earlier." His words are touching especially right now that I'm feeling the hot's for him. And, why am I all of a sudden so attracted to him again? It's the way I felt when we first started dating and Willie seemed so worldly and wonderful. How can it be happening all over again? I'm biting my lip staring at him. He quietly says, "I like the way you're looking at me, Dylan. I was kidding earlier, but now I'm wondering if you do actually have a crush on me?" I go, "I told you that I did the first time you asked me." He comes around the table and hugs me as I sit here feeling hot. Bending down he nuzzles my neck with his face and kisses me pulling my head back with his hand under my chin. Then, looking down at me, he murmurs, "This is really something special, Dylan. Something special is happening and my heart is bursting with joy and love, and most of all I hope that it's true." Finished our sodas Willie takes my hand grinning at me and we walk through this oversized house with the tastefully and expensively furnished rooms. At the steps leading upstairs to Willie's bedroom suite we stop and look at each other, I grin like a goof shrugging because I have no idea what's gotten into me. Joking with him, I ask, "Did you put an aphrodisiac in my soda?" He shakes his head, and goes, "Nope," and we start up the steps. There's something wrong about a house this large for only three people, especially when compared to the small dumpy apartment Connor lived in for years with his druggie mother. Does there need to be such a large gap between the haves and the have not's in the world? That's too big a question for me. Willie and I walk into his bedroom with him squeezing my hand, asking, "Look familiar, baby?" His bedroom is large as is his king size bed. The same furniture that still looks expensive and so do all the toys one would imagine Willie would have like a like a flat screen televisions on the wall, computers, Xbox, CD players and some things I don't even know what they are. The last time I slept here was just before our Key West trip. Man, that trip had highs and lows like no other adventure I've experienced before or since. It was also two days of hot sexual heat between us with me totally dominated and under Willie's finger. But, like Willie said, I was growing tired of the game at the end. Willie got food poisoning and that brought things to a screeching halt just as I was about to. Still it was a hot two days. For something to say, I ask, "How old were you when you got the king size bed?" he shrugs, "Ten years old or so, why?" I mutter, "Just curious, it's a great bed." He says, "Yeah, and I got a new mattress a couple of months ago. Hop on it and give it a try," so I flop down on his bed and it's easily the most comfortable mattress I've ever been on. "Sweet!" I tell Willie. He nods his head and says, "Yeah, I think so too. Mother replaces all the mattress every three years. This one is a Hypnos mattress that's hand made in England and it's the same one the Royal family sleeps on." To be a wise-ass, I ask, "Oh, then this is a second hand mattress, huh? I hope it was Harry's mattress and not the queen's." Willie laughs, "No, you nut, this isn't second hand, it's just the same brand as the British royals use. Prince Harry is awfully hot for an older guy though, I need to agree with you there." I'm looking around the bedroom remembering most of it, then Willie mutters, "Well, how about running our bath, babe. I'll put some music on." In the bathroom I look around, then turn on the hot and cold water in the big Jacuzzi-like bathtub as an old Fray CD begins playing in the bedroom. This tub is plenty large enough for three or four people. There's the big walk in shower Willie and I have used together many times. It has five shower heads that looks like it's brand new, but it's not. Everything shines like new, but I'm fairly certain Willie had nothing to do with that. Granite sinks, huge mirrors, and even the toilet shines. I flip up the shiny toilet seat lid and take a piss watching myself in the mirror behind the toilet. Weird having a mirror behind the toilet. The sexual heat I was sensing for Willie is beginning to fade leaving me wondering what triggered my reaction to him. Maybe it was something my unconscious mind flipped on. Some memory of the two of us from the past. Strange. Willie comes in carrying bottles of bath gel and shampoos. Grinning, he holds up a bottle, and says, "Carthusia de Capri shower gel and this is Chi shampoo," as if those names mean anything to me. He explains, "I just got these new bathing items earlier in the week." He opens the top, "Smell this, Dylan, tell me if you like it." I sniff it, and make a face, saying, "That's awesome! Very manly, Willie," and he does the same with the shampoo. I go, "Nice, what's are those other things you have there?" He says, "Fantastic shaving stuff from the Art of Shaving shop in the Burlington Mall." Just from looking at the bottles and containers I tell all these things are wildly over priced. Then I ask, "Art of Shaving shop? Do you shave?" He mutters, "Sometimes, and I noticed some fine little whiskers on your chin too." My hand goes to my chin, but I can't feel whiskers, or fine hairs, or anything except skin. I mutter, "It's about time someone noticed my whiskers." He grins, "Well, they're hardly whiskers, but it's a start. We'll shave tonight, and I mean our faces and our pubes. Okay?" I shrug, "Sure, why not." He says, "This is Sandalwood pre-shave, and we've got shaving soap in this wooden bowl," as he holds up an intricately carved wood bowl. Jesus! What a waste of money. He holds up an old fashion shaving brush, saying, "This is a Sandalwood fine badger brush. It's used to work up a lather of shaving soap and then spread it on your whiskers to soften them for a clean shave." I say, "Oh, but what's wrong with a can of shaving cream?" He says, "It's boring. Hey, how much do you think this brush cost?" I shrug, "Ten bucks?" He laughs, "It's a fine badger brush, you nut! It cost a hundred and sixty dollars." I frown, but I know he's serious. I ask, "Badger? Like a weasel?" He goes, "Yeah, the soft brush is made from the hairs at the underbelly of badgers." I'm like, "You're kidding," and he says, "No, all the best shaving brushes use badger hair. I don't know why though. It probably explains that in this little pamphlet." I shrug, "Badger hair, that sounds gross." He holds it our to me, "Feel it, Dylan, it's very soft and dense. They wash the badger hair of course." I mutter, "I sure as shit hope so. We're not using a straight razor are we?" He goes, "No, a safety razor. This is the Gillett Fusion. Wicked sharp, but safe." I hand the brush back as Willie holds up the last bottle, "And I bought this awesome after shave balm too." I smell that and it's really nice like everything else, but still ridiculously overpriced. Willie arranges his latest purchases on a marble top table near the bathtub, then says, "I'll test the water temperature." He puts his hand in the water, and mumbles, "Perfect, baby, lets get in." We both drop our shorts and step into the bath water. Willie sits in the water with his back against a side motioning with his hand, "Come over and sit between my legs with your back against my chest." I slide over and he wraps me in his arms, "Lay back and get comfortable, Dylan. Isn't this soothing?" I mutter, "It sure is, Willie." In the background the Frays song, 'How To Save a Life' is playing. That's the song that was playing in Key West when Willie jumped off the balcony. He doesn't realize that, of course, he was too drunk. There's no reason to mention it now. Willie kisses the side of my neck, then asks, "Are you glad I persuaded you to spend the night?" I turn my head and look him in the eyes, "Yes, I really am, Willie. You've been awesome, and being here brings back good memories. It's all somehow giving me a strange sensation of being young again and here with you for the first time. I was amazed at how luxurious everything was. A totally unknown world to me and you seemed sophisticated and worldly. It swept me off my feet. When I was seventeen I had very little confidence and being here seemed exotic and, frankly, so did you." He squeezes me, "Oh man, thanks for saying that, Dylan. It makers me feel so good you wouldn't believe. I was infatuated with you and just getting my feet under me trying to take charge of our relationship and move it along. We both liked sex from the start and that's a good starting point right there." and he squeezes me again, then kisses the side of my face. I lay back against him and he moves my head over to rest on his shoulder, saying, "Don't put the back of your head in my face, baby. Use your head." His hand comes up and rubs up my forehead and back through my hair, "You need a haircut," then he gives me another hug. We're silent for a minute as old feelings creep back into my brain and it feels good being taken care of by Willie again. It's peaceful and comfortable knowing how much he cares for me. Willie pushes a button and a slow flow of warm water swirls lazily around the pool and over us. I lay my head over against Willie's jaw and his arm goes around my neck as he turns his head and kisses the side of my forehead. A steady stream of hot water flows down from the spigot at the other end of the tub as overflow water runs down the drain. It maintains the water at an almost hot temperature. We both have perspiration on our foreheads. I'm getting the hot's for Willie again and it sort of scares me because I don't know why it's happening. Taking a deep breath I turn my body so I'm leaning into Willie with my arms around him. He closes his arms around me, kisses my forehead again, and murmurs quietly, "I could cry I'm so happy you're here, Dylan." Swallowing noisily, he adds, "I don't want to get all weepy on you, but you calling me tonight to ask me out, and then everything we've done together after your call, it's all been just perfect. Stuff like the great haircut you gave me and the drinks at that quaint restaurant. It's couldn't have been more perfect, not to mention our sex together which is always the best I ever have. All the best sex I've ever had happened when I'm with you." I say, "Thanks, Willie, but give yourself at least half the credit." I hug him, and say, "In case I haven't mentioned it, I'm really liking this reinvented Willie Worthington." He mumbles, "Thank you. Seriously, it means the world to me that you're showing me so much affection." Forcing myself to tone it down so Willie doesn't make more of our reunion than it is, I say, "Um, but, ya know, we don't need to get all maudlin about things. It's nice we're going to have some dates together, but we've been doing that for three years so it's not like a major breakthrough for us. You're just much nicer. No, I don't mean 'just much nicer', like it's no big deal. It is a big deal, but I mean lets not make too much of us reconnecting." He rubs his hand slowing over my wet shoulders, muttering, "I think it's different from the way things were between us. I mean, this is different from the way you felt about me for the last year or so." He's right, but I don't want to admit it to him. I mutter, "Um, no, I feel the same. You and me are pretty much the way we always were." He says, "No, you know that's not true. We're feeling closer tonight than we have for maybe two years. I can feel it coming from you, Dylan." Willie speaks in a way that indicates he's partially joking when he says, "You better watch out because I think you're going to find you like me more than you think you do. That's what I'm feeling." I let that go because there's no place to go with it. What am I going to say... 'No, I don't feel differently,' and he'll be like, 'Yes, you do,' and back and forth we'd go with that. Anyway, he's right, but I need to sort out what the fucks going on in my head before I make a mistake and get myself into another awkward situation. To change the subject, I ask, "When are we going to bath each other?" He chuckles,, "When I say so, okay?" I nod my head as my balls buzz. We sit in the tub silently as music plays in the background and water flows from the spigot. I'm still hugging him and he's hugging me. It feels very nice and so relaxing. Finally Willie says, "Okay, I'll bath you first, but first give me a big hug and a kiss on the lips." I squeeze him tightly as he does the same to me, then I lift my head and we kiss. My arms go around his neck and we get into another hot make-out that last a few minutes. He breaks the kiss, muttering, "God, I love your body and I love hugging it and your lips are like sugar," and he gives me another tight squeeze to prove it. I'm in a bit of a trance, murmuring, "You too, Willie," as a dizziness invades my head. He rubs my shoulders and down my side and over my nipple making me winch when he hits my nip ring. "Oops, I'm really sorry, baby, I forgot it's still sore from your piercing. Hey, do you think a nip ring would look cool on me. Should I get one?" I shrug, "It's cool, yeah, Willie, but it hurts like you can't believe. Let me put it this way... no way in hell am I ever getting another one." He says, "I still gotta get one. It just looks so cool. Would you come with me tomorrow when I get one myself?" I hesitate, then say, "Well, I can't spend the whole day with you tomorrow, Willie. I'm sorry and I wish I could, but I want to see my mom tomorrow. I'll go with you in the morning for the nip ring though." He says, "Thanks, um, maybe you could spend tomorrow night with me too, after seeing your mom I mean." Strangely, I'd love to, but I need time to think, so I say, "I can't do that, Willie, I need to, um, visit Robby in the hospital, and he's way the hell up in Worcester." He goes, "Oh, okay. I'll start your bath now if it's okay with you." Huh, no nagging from Willie, just 'oh, okay'. I guess I prefer that to the old Willie who had to have his way about everything and he'd nag me for it until I could scream. He moves in front of me and reaches over to get a package, explaining, "I also bought new premium wool bath sponges." I ask, "A wool sponge?" He chuckles, "It's called that because they're soft, but it harvested from the ocean, it's a real sponge. They come from the deep waters off the north Florida's Gulf coast. They're not expensive though. These cost fifteen dollars each, but they're great to bath with. I throw it in the wash after each time I use one." We let go of each other and he moves over to the edge of the tub to rearrange things on the marble table. He explains, "I'll shampoo your hair first, but dip your head under first to wet your hair." I do that, then I'm sitting in the tub with Willie kneeling in front of me pouring nice smelling shampoo into my hair. He smiles at me, mumbling, "This is so much fun," and he gets into shampooing my hair. It feels good with his fingers massaging my scalp. I do this for all the guys before giving them haircuts. Willie's the only one who has taken care of me like this except for one or two times that Robby's shampooed my hair and one of the times was because he didn't like the mousse I put in my hair. He rubs and caresses my head until my scalp tingles, then he says, "Duck your head under water again and this time move it around rinsing out some of the shampoo." I do that and bubbles of shampoo floats on top of our bath water. Willie has a hand on each of my shoulders checking my hair. He says, "Do it again and move your head around in the water more this time." After doing that, he again checks my hair, and says, "Okay, that's good enough for now, we'll shower later to rinse off really well." As he's applying lots of bath gel onto the sponge, Willie says, "Sit up really straight for me, Dylan, and closes your eyes and mouth while I wash your face. I'll bath you now." I do that and with one hand on my shoulder Willie kneels in front of me and moves the soft soapy sponge slowly around my face, pressing at times, then he washes my ears, neck, and shoulders. "Rinse your face off, baby," so I go under water again. He wipes my face with the palm of his hand, muttering, "God, you're cute," then, "Get up on your knees like I am." I splash around in the water until we're on our knees, but sitting up. He goes, "Good, like that," and holds my hand pulling my arm out to the front. Hold it there he washes my hand and arm, then does the other one. The scent of the bath gel is subtle but very nice. After the arms are washed he gets at my side and puts one arm across my shoulders while he washes my body and underarms. He's taking his time, going slowly and it's very nice, sexual even. We're silent now so the music in the background and dripping warm water are the only sounds in the bathroom. It's luxurious. He washes my back and then leans against me and we hug each other's wet body and then yet another kiss on the lips, as he murmurs, "I love you so much," and another kiss follows. Our lips seem to stick together when they part making a subtle smacking sound that's sexy. We look into each other's eyes and it's so dreamy and almost surreal that I find myself here in Willie's bathtub being bathed by him, and feeling the way I do about him. He's noticed me staring at him with affection in my eyes and I've initiated a number of hugs, but he doesn't realize the extent of the attraction for him I'm experiencing. I'll keep that to myself as much as I can and maybe it'll pass or maybe I'll discover what brought this on. Willie smiles at me, and says, "Stand up now, baby, and I'll get the rest of you." I do that as Willie remains on his knees. Lots of suds as the sponge mashes against my cock and balls, and then under them, then down my legs and I lift a foot steadying my self with my hands on Willie's shoulders as he washes my foot. Then the other leg and foot. He turns me around and sponge washes my ass and inside my ass crack. I feel squeaky clean when he's done and go under the water to rinse off. Now we reverse roles and I take my time washing Willie's hot body the same way he washed mine. I, too, take it slow and it becomes quite sensuous. We find ourselves clinging to one another and doing more kissing, but eventually Willie's rinsing under the water too. After that we're silently grinning at each other, then we hug and kiss with both of us up on our knees. My hand slides on his wet body as we make out bringing boners back into play, both of us moaning quietly as we kiss and lick each other's tongues, our faces moving together and our bodies touching. Two boners are captured between our bellies feeling hard and sexy. After maybe ten minutes, Willie gasps, "Oh, turn around, Dylan, I want to feel my cock inside your pussy again." I slush through the water and Willie gets his arm around my waist and pushes his boner against my asshole. Without the lubricant it goes in hurtfully and I'm going, "Oh, ow, ow," so he pulls the head of his cock out, hugging me, "I don't want to hurt you, it not as easy as you'd think getting my cock up your ass in the water. I know there's remnants of lube up inside, but around your asshole it was washed off when I bathed you, lets shower and get in bed. I'll fuck you there where we can take it slow and enjoy every second of it. Isn't this wonderful, Dylan?" I'm sucking on my lips nodding my head in agreement, but anxious to feel his long cock inside me again. I look at his cock as it loses it's hardness and I want to suck it so bad my balls ache, but I resist making a fool out of myself by gobbling it into my mouth. We stand, Willie passes me two of the things from the Art of Shaving shop, he picks up a couple of things too and then he takes my free hand and we step out of the tub. With water dripping from our bodies we walk into the shower where Willie arranges the shaving stuff on a shelf built into the tile wall. He gets the water flowing from all five shower heads and it's almost like being under water. A person could drown in here. Willie wets the badger shaving brush and stirs it in the shaving mug getting it full of lather. He moves my face out of the water flow and cups my chin with his left hand holding my head up a little, then covers my cheeks, top lip, and chin with lather and some under my chin. These are the areas whiskers usually grow on men's faces although I've had very little of that to date. Some fine pale hairs only. With his face close to mine he slowly and carefully shaves my face as water bounces off the back of his head. Done shaving he rubs my face, saying, "Smooth shave." Yeah, I'll bet it is, ha ha, there was very little to shave, but somehow my face feels cleaner. Getting on his knees and blocking the shower stream with his body, he lathers my pubic area and then moves my cock here and there as he carefully shaves there, then he moves to the side allowing water to pour over my crotch rinsing the shaving cream. Grinning up at me he sucks on my cock for a minute or so. We switch places and I do the same shaving and sucking for him. Then we turn around a couple of times in the shower getting totally free of soap from our bath and shaving. Three minutes later were drying ourselves with big fluffy towels. It really does feel good being shaved, and that applies to both my face and crotch. When dry, Willie drops his towel on the floor moving it with his foot to soak up the water we dripped on our way to the shower. Then his arm goes around my neck, and my arm goes around his waist and we walk to the bed as Willie's kissing the side of my face. At the bed, he says, "After you, babe," and I climb into the bed and squirm around on this unbelievable mattress. Willie gets in and puts his arms around me and we make out some more. Making out is so sexually arousing and it gets yet another hard cock replacing the softer version hanging between my legs. Boners feel so good. Willie licks across my face and puts his tongue in my ear giving me chills. We're writhing against each other's body, his legs going around my ass pulling his hard cock into mine. With me tight against him, Willie grins at me, asking, "Tired?" I mumble, "Yeah, a little," and he asks, "Too tired to rim my ass and make love to my body?" I shake my head, "I'm rarely too tired for sex, Willie. And tonight I'm especially hot for you and your hot body," as I rub his wide shoulders, then hug around his neck and kiss the bridge of his freckle speckled nose. He ruffles my hair, then says, "I want to ask you something first. Actually it's something I want you to do for me." I look at him thinking, in my condition at the moment I gotta watch myself or I'm likely to agree to anything he wants. Cautiously, I ask, "What is it you want me to do?" and he goes up on his elbow and looks down at me laying on my back. He smiles, then cups behind my neck and squeezes a little. "Be honest with me about something first. Is it just me, or are you recapturing the feelings for me you used to have a year or two ago. You know, back when you told me you loved me." I make a popping sounds with my lips, it's just like Cory made at the restaurant when I asked if he was referring to us having anal sex. Willie's looking at me with a look of anticipation on his face. I go, "Well, for some reason I've got the hot's for you tonight and yeah, it's more noticeable than it's been for quite awhile and I don't know why." He nods his head, then mutters, "That's very encouraging to me, Dylan. Maybe it's because I'm trying to be a better person, not just for you, but generally speaking. Do you think it might be that?" I shrug, "I don't know, but please don't misunderstand me here. I'm not saying I'm in love with you because I'm not. Not in the way you want, although as I've told you before I feel a friendship love for you." He rubs his hand lightly down the side of my face, murmuring, "Any love from you I'll cherish. Maybe you have the hot's for me tonight because you haven't experience sex for awhile, or very little of it. Plus, you know I'll provide all you want. Could that be it?" I mutter, "I don't know, Willie, that's what I'm trying to say." He smiles at me and says, "Whatever it is I'm grateful for it. Trust me about that." I ask, "What were you going to ask me to do. He goes, "Um, that is it's like this, Dylan, remember me saying my favorite sign of submission from you was when you accepted without question the haircuts I took you to get?" I nod my head, and he goes, "I want you to show me that again tomorrow morning and let me take you for a haircut. I'll tell the barber how I want your hair cut, just like I've been doing on our dates for like forever. Would you do that for me so when I leave for college I can feel confident we're really back together and we still have a sub/dom relationship even if it is one with a lot less dominance from me. It would mean a lot to me, Dylan, it really would." Hmmm, I should have gotten hold of Sonny and had that sexy haircut experience with him again. Dammit! Hmmm, but Willie is humbling himself and he has been doing that more or less since he arrived to pick me up. He's staring into my eyes now waiting for my answer. It's always been hard to say no to him and that's especially true tonight when I'm feeling like I do for him. And he's made such an effort to change I surely can do this for him. It's really no big deal so I nod my head, and mutter, "Okay, Willie, sure. You're in charge so if that's what you want me to do, that's what I'll do it." No smile from Willie, just a nod and a muttered, "Good. Now you may make love to my body and then I'll give you a goodnight fuck. Pull the covers down and start at my feet. Be as submissive as you can be and impress me that you're seriously into our sub/dom sex." I gulp feeling submissive already because I agreed about the haircut and he took it for granted, like he knew I would before he asked. I thought he'd be gushing about how much it means to him. He says, "Go ahead now, Dylan, and do what you're told." My dick moves on it's own now as I nod my head and climb over Willie to get out of bed. Pulling the covers down, I'm watching him watch me. Then I climb back on at the foot of the bed thinking I'll do the licking and sucking on Willie's body that I've done for Robby a few times. As I lick up the sole of Willie's long foot my cock tightens up some more. Holding his foot up to my mouth with both hands on his ankle, I suck on his toes with my eyes on Willie as my tongue licks behind his toes. He grins, murmuring, "Jesus, that's awesome, Dylan. It's a first for me on this end. You're the first person to ever lick my feet, although I've done that for others myself. It's a very submissive move on your part." He did say start at his feet, didn't he, so why's he surprised? Not spending too much time on each foot, I lick up his long right leg and under his thigh, then lick down his other leg feeling my cock reach the stiff as a pipe stage. I resist stroking it, and grunting quietly from arousal I lift his leg and Willie pulls both of his legs back exposing his asshole. I can't remember rimming Willie before but I must have done it one or two times. My hand rubs his ass cheeks as I stare at his clean pink lipped asshole. There are some hairs around his anus, but none on his buttock. I kiss each butt cheek making Willie chuckle, and then he mumbles, "Ah, you're finally kissing my ass after all the times I have kissed yours, literally and figuratively." Long laps on his left butt cheek as I inhale his sexy scent. He's always smelled sexy and he's the first person's scent that I noticed after I realized I love Chubby's scent. Certainly not fat Carl who didn't have a sexy scent at all. With him it was more like offensive body order, and not like Ray's BO at all. I begin licking over Willie's other ass cheek really enjoying it. Rimming and licking certain guy's asses make my cock throb. Willie's correct, this activity is a very submissive act both symbolically and in actuality. It always affects me sexually and arouses me tremendously. Unable to resist any longer, I stroke my cock a few times, then I lick up his ass crack going right over his asshole which raises goosebumps on Willie's ass. Precum drools from my cock and I moan quietly, almost to myself. I've been hot for Willie's body all night and the chance to smell it, taste it, and lick and suck on it has got my balls churning up spunk and giving me an awesome squirmy sexual sense. It's awesome. Willie mutters, "Mmmm, that's hot, baby. You're earning yourself one hot goddamn fuck tonight." He moves on the mattress moaning, "Oooh, ooh, mmm, nice," as I'm doing two more long slow licks up the crack of his ass and it gets him squirming on the mattress and tightening his ass muscles clenching his anus and groaning. My tongue laps at his anus a half dozen times and then I suck on it with my lips and Willie murmurs, "Jesus..." My tongue works it's way inside his rectum as I reach between his legs and get my fist around his long hard cock. With my tongue going in and out of his asshole I stroke his boner and continue it for a minute or so. Willie's moaning quietly the whole time, moving around continuously on the bed, "Oooooh, mmmmm," until his hand closes on my hand that's stroking his cock, "Please stop, babe. I'm gonna cum. Fuck, that was so awesome.... mmm, oh God." Lifting my head I look at him and he says, "Come up here for a second, Dylan. That was special, I loved every second of it." Giving one last look at the shimmering wet lips of his anus, I slide up the bed beside Willie. He stretches his legs out on the mattress wiggling his ass against the sheets. Willie grins at me, and says, "This is fantastic, Dylan. I've been in your place and know it's arousing to be submissive, but being rimmed is much better, believe me. I loved it, thanks. Did you taste any fetal matter?" I say, "I bathed you, Willie, so you're very clean back there. Just a slight acrid taste when my tongue got inside, but that's all." He nods his head, then gets his fist around my boner, "Wow, babe, sucking my ass got you as hard as me, that's fantastic. We're good together, aren't we. Dylan. Perfect sub/dom sex, huh?" I do a fake cough trying not to gush out how much I'm into him and his body tonight. I say, "We're pretty good together with the sex, yes. We've always been, Willie." He puts his hand on the side of my face, saying, "This is so much better than my old approach. You can enjoy the submissive feelings and I enjoy being the object of your attention. Then we fuck and we both enjoy that as well. Before I was mostly concerned about dominating you and it's like I hardly got to enjoy the benefits." I lean over to him and we kiss and then get into a hot make-out with Willie mostly laying on top of me. Since we stopped playing basketball we've been naked almost exclusively the entire time we've been here. I like being naked with another guy, especially a young cute guy with a hot body. Our make-out has both our boners leaking so both of us have wetness on our bellies, cocks, and balls. That seems sexy to me too. Willie's precum on my nuts. Finally Willie gasps while breaking the kiss, then mutters, "Suck my cock a little and then get up on your hands and knees." Slipping out from under him, I drag my tongue from his chest to his shaved groin area and lick all around the base of his boner while holding it tightly in my fist. Damn, he has a long boner alright and it's so hard I can hardly believe it. My tongue moves onto his scrotum and under it. Willie's grunting and doing more squirming, his body never at rest, his hands constantly rubbing my shoulders, head, and back. Slipping his cock into my mouth I first lap all around the head, my tongue slowing moving over the swollen dripping head of his snake like cock. I swallow his precum and then lip more of the shaft inside my mouth until I have the head at the back of my throat. Then, for the second time on this date, I bob my head down and deep throat his cock. It's very long and hard, but not as fat as some cocks I've sucked. Willie has an almost a perfect sized cock actually. A real beauty. My nose presses to his body at the root of his cock and then I raise my head, and his cock slides slowly out of my throat with Willie's whole body shuddering like he has chills running through him. He murmurs, "Jesus," shudders again, and then, "Ready, Dylan?" His cock comes out of my mouth and a big glob of precum rolls off the head and slides slowing down the shaft. My tongue comes all the way out and I capture the end flow of precum and drag my tongue up the shaft to the head licking off the entire precum glob. Swallowing it, I nod my head and mutter, "Oh yeah, I'm ready, Willie." When I've scrambled up on my hands and knees with my ass facing the head of the bed, Willie gets up behind me and stands with his knees bent. He gives my ass a mighty slap, "SLAP!" rings in my ear, as he says, "Stay submissive, Dylan," and I almost whine submissively I'm feeling so submissive with my smacked ass stinging. One of his hands grips my waist for balance as his other hand guides his long, and what I imagine from looking at it, achingly hard boner to my anus. He takes a deep breath and then I feel the head of his cock spread the lips of my asshole, which always excites me and I stifle an early moan of arousal. He pauses a second and then a hard little thrust pushes the head past my sphincter ring. "Mmmmm," from me as my back arches a little and I look back at him. Willie smiles at me, his eyes bright, as he mutters, "This is so special for me, babe. It's like I can hardly believe that a month ago I was such a worthless piece of shit and now, because of you, I'm on top of the world. You're my hero, Dylan." Shockingly, he then chokes up and wipes his eyes, mumbling, "You saved my life twice, and as if that wasn't enough, you then made me feel worthwhile." He's chokes-up again, which isn't doing anything helpful as far as my submissive state of mind goes. I feel bad for him, but the submissive dreamy state I was in while rimming him has now drifted away a little. I say, "It's all good Willie, what are friends for... they help each other." He nods his head and smiles as a tear runs down his cheek. He nods his head again, quietly saying, "Thanks for still being my friend." I shrug, then look at my ass as I grin at him, asking, "Um, you wanna do something with that cock of yours?" He grins back at me while muttering, "If I didn't know better I'd think you like sex even more than me, and that's truly an awesome thought." He humps his hips and a good four inches of hard cock goes up my ass with me grunting at the suddenness and extent of penetration. Actually it feels wonderful and it occurs to me that Willie was right, residue of the silicone lubricant from our pool fuck is still on the walls of my rectum. Willie leans into me pushing his cock the rest of the way up my ass. He sucks on his lips, going, "Mmmmm," then, "Just like I thought, there's some lube still inside your pussy. It was easy going in." He withdraws and immediately pushes all nine inches right back in as he grunts, "Nice." Four more full penetrations and withdrawals with Willie biting his bottom lip in concentration. Two more full penetrations at a normal speed has Willie making sounds of arousal, "Ummmm." I'm thinking Willie's sentimental thoughts of a minute ago have been overtaken by now with sexual sensations from his cock. Looking back at him I give a passing thought to all the misguided ideas he's had most of his life, and how lonely he must have felt growing up without direction from his parents. Left on his own he made one bad choice after another, including who he chose to hang out with, and ended-up living in a make believe world where money wasn't a concern, but every other aspect of his life was. Most everything with Willie has been a little off center... never quite right and it makes me feel bad for him. Pulling his cock back until it feels like it'll pull completely from my ass, he takes another deep breath, his chest expanding and his balls hanging heavily between his legs, then he pushes in harder and faster, the motion getting his bag of heavy nuts swinging between my legs and bumping into the back of my nuts. I do a soft grunt at the jolt of pain, and then Willie's off to the races caught up in the irresistible sensations of fucking and it's the, "Slap, slap, slap," sounds of skin against skin that fills the room like music to my ears. I stop looking back at Willie and hang my head between my arms trying to concentrate on all the incredible sensation buzzing in my rectum. It never gets old for me, it's always like the first time. His swinging nuts flop against my scrotum, ringing my gonads' bell, with each thrust adding a touch of pain to the powerful sexual feelings coming from my ass and cock. Awesome pleasure sensations flooding my brain in a crescendo of sexual deliciousness. I'm marveling at the fact I was born with an extra sensitive anus and prostate to go along with some other factors I can't name that add further to the overwhelming sexual sensations I get from being fucked. I know from my limited experience with 'topping' that it's awesome doing the fucking, but for me it can't compare with this. A hard cock pumping my ass is the pinnacle, the very apex of sexual pleasure where I live, and luckily for me Willie's in a zone humping his boner up my ass constantly, his engorged penis sliding against the lips of my anus sensitizing them in a way nothing else can. Skin against skin continues that fantastic, "Slap, slap, slap, slap,' sound of anal fucking, like applause for this hot sex. I'm biting my lip whining quietly from the sexual pleasure sensations that's seemingly the only important thing in the world at the moment. To me this five or six minute build-up to climax is almost as special as the climax I know is coming. The journey is extremely pleasurable and the knowledge of what looms ahead in the form of a supernova sexual orgasm plays tantalizingly with the pleasure area of my brain. All I know at this moment is sexual pleasure accompanying by the ping of pain from his balls banging against mine. All the muscles in my ass and stomach are tightly clenching as climax approaches. My entire body tingles excitedly with me shuddering and moaning at each thrust up my ass, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, mmm, oh, oh, oh, mm, ooh." Then time stops, my heart skips a beat, my back arches and I squeal as cum pumps from my hard balls flying up the shaft of my boner at the speed of sound and exit the vibrating head of my cock turning it into a pleasure machine that has me gasping and writhing with the greatest sensation known to man... sexual climax. My shoulders shudder uncontrollably as I hold my breath during two follow up strings of cum that hit the sheet and spread into little wet shiny spots. Oh my God, I'm blinking my eyes trying with all my might to appreciate each sensation that my body is providing me. Another shoulder shudder gets my head shaking, and I moan, "Aaaaah, mmmm, ooh." Willie's grunting and wildly humping his cock up my ass. Then a gasp from him as he drives his cock in hard and withdraws too fast pulling his boner completely out of my ass. He lays on my back, his boner between his belly and me as it fires cum out rapidly. His body shudders and he staggers back up poking my left butt cheek with the head of his cock leaving a cum smear as he drags it along on my butt cheek and then plugs it back up my ass humping hard against me. Willie continues fucking me as he moans while rubbing his hands along my sides. A minute of that, then he lays on my back again and stops thrusting. His nine inch cock is left way up inside me as my head drops to the mattress resting on my forehead. I'm savoring the fleeting sensations of orgasm and then all too soon they're gone. Willie shakes as in a spasm and then just lays there panting with his heart beating fast against my back. Taking a deep breath my body becomes totally relaxed and I sigh knowing it's over, but just this time. More to come, another time, which is the saving grace of the situation. Feeling pleasantly sexually satisfied is such a nice way to be, so relaxing. Then thinking back on my orgasm I have to grin to myself because it was a pretty damn good one considering it's my third one today. Another deep breath with me still smiling contentedly. Willie and Ryan can both do multiple sexual acts in a relatively short period of time, which is kinda nice. Sonny can too, but the heat wasn't there like it is with Willie and Ryan. On occasion Robby's fuck me a couple of times during the same date, but his sex is in a class all it's own. It's the best kind of sex... lover's sex. The next best is submissive sex and the two best for providing me that are the aforementioned Willie and Ryan. I've reconnected with Willie and I can only wonder if that'll happen with Ryan... or, will I discover someone new that matches or, do I dare think it, exceeds the two of them. Willie slides off my back to lay beside me, his cock pulling from my ass as we both quietly moan, "Mmmm." I lay flat and Willie scoots against me with his arm across my back. A kiss on my cheek, followed by, "Thank you for a wonderful time tonight, Dylan. In some ways it's been the best night of my life and that's saying something considering the times we've had together over the years. Tonight's special though, mostly because it was a total surprise, so unexpected, but so welcome I can't even put it into words. And you, your showing me genuine affection for the first time in probably a couple of years. I didn't deserve it then, but it's awesome to sense it from you tonight. That's my reward for the soul searching I did and the changes I'm trying to bring about in my life and the way I live it." I smile, "That's a long speech, Willie. Thanks, it was special for me too." This is more like the Willie I first knew a few years ago, he's kind of unsure of himself even as he acts the opposite. I add, "It's been a damn nice date and like I told you earlier, with my boyfriend in the hospital, sex for me has been rare lately." He goes, "It's been rarer for me I'll bet. My pathetic submissive activity with my sick neighbor can't even qualify as sex, certainly not when compared to what we've had tonight." I've got noting to say to that, and a minute later Willie goes, "Heh heh, how about we go to sleep with my dick up your rear end?" I say, "It won't be the first time, and you're calling the shots." He says, "Up on your side then," and when I do he rubs his slightly firm dick on my butt cheeks to get it hard enough to push up my ass, then he goes, "Damn, get around here and suck on this noodle. I can't get it hard." I flip over to my other side and scoot down to his cock and suck on it. This thing been up my ass, but what are ya gonna do! The thing is, like I may have mention a hundred times, I enjoy sucking a young guy's penis and Willie has the sexy scent I mentioned earlier, plus I like him and we've had a good time, so I lick and suck away. I'm tired, but I always make time for a cute guy's cock. It's takes a few minutes before Willie starts moving and grunting as his cock gets hard. He says, "That's good, babe. Come on, lets get our heads on the pillow." We do that sharing a pillow, and Willie says "Get the covers, Dylan," so I get out of bed and pull the covers up, then get back in bed on my side facing away from Willie. He yawns a big yawn making me yawn too, then he clicks off the lights. In the dark his cock pokes my buttocks a few times before it hits my asshole and easily slides up my still opened-up ass. We both go, "Aaaah, yeaaaah." His chest is tight against my back, he humps his cock a few times and it feels real good up my ass as it tightens up some more, then with his arm around my chest, his body tightly against me, we sigh together and then it's silence in this dark bedroom. Soon I hear even breathing from Willie and feel his breath on the back of my head. It feels full in my ass, a good full feeling as I push my ass against him and feel his boner move inside me. To be continued... Donny Mumford _thinat20@yahoo.com_ (mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com) Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with expenses. Thank you.