Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2017 21:27:45 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE    Chapter  46

DYLAN'S JUNIOR YEAR AT  COLLEGE

Chapter  46

by  Donny  Mumford


The text message is from Willie and I've  got a smile on my face reading it
because I was thinking maybe I'd see him  during Christmas break. His
texts: 'Dylan, baby, I'm on my way to pick you up.  Don't bother getting
dressed-up.' Ha ha!  Willie Worthington is  unlike anyone I've ever met. He was my
first real boyfriend and will  probably always have a warm spot in my heart.
He loves me to the extent he  can love anyone I suppose. I've come to
believe over the years he  confuses loving me with wanted me to be one of his
possessions to show off  like his cars and stupidly expensive watches.


I met Willie at  one of fat Carl's parties and subsequently he got me free
of Carl. There was  some middle ground initially where Willie and I were
both under fat Carl's  and his psycho cousin's control as submissive bottoms.
Finally, a fist fight  ended any connection between us and the sicko cousins.
Willie and I  have had any number of unusual experiences together with a
few of  them ending in near disaster. In hindsight I'd have to say we've had a
bit  of a topsy-turvy relationship but Willie's always had best  intentions
towards me and I'm glad I know him.


It's typical of  Willie to announce he's coming to pick me up without
giving a thought that I  might have something else to do, and it's uncanny how
often he chooses times  when I actually don't have anything else I need to do.
I don't know where  he's coming from so he could be here any minute or an
hour from now. Guess I'll  clean-up a little. In the bathroom I wash my hands
and face, then brush my  teeth. I give a thought to changing clothes but
decide not to. Who knows what he  has in mind? It only takes three seconds to
comb my hair now after Rob cut it  this short and it's probably a good thing
I no longer have the  long hair. if I did Willie most likely would
immediately take me to his  latest hair stylist and tell him what kind of haircut to
give me... ha ha ha.  Yeah, I have a difficult time saying 'no' to him and
his boundless  energy.


Then I remember to put on the David Yurman necklace Willie  gave me. It
cost something like $1200, but I didn't know that at the  time. I'd never heard
of David Yurman and thought the necklace  probably cost like maybe $50. It
was the first of many presents he's given  me. I used to be very
uncomfortable accepting them but finally realized he  loved doing it, plus it's not
like it's his money. It's not  actually his father's money either, nor his
grandfather's. Someone a lot of  generations ago made a fortune and the
Worthington men have been managing it  and living off of it ever since. Born rich
sounds enticing although many  rich people manage to fuck-up their lives
something terrible. Fools. I wouldn't  mind giving it a try though.


There's the doorbell. Huh, what Willie  do I expect when I open the door?
I've seen Willie with thousands of  dollars worth of clothes on and I've also
 seen him on a dog leash with hardly any clothes on being led around the
Wildwood Boardwalk on all fours. Opening the door, I see a very good  version
of Willie. Even though the temperature is below freezing he's not  wearing
a coat. He has on a three-piece dark blue suit, white shirt  and a dark tie.
Looks like he's all ready for a funeral... ha ha. Crazy  Willie. On his
feet, and I only know this because he told me some time  ago, his shoes are
probably Stefano Bemer and cost around $2000 a pair. It's  absurd of course,
but there it is. Also, I'm not surprising in the least to  see that his
light-brown hair has been recently cut in that stupid style  where the sides and
back are almost shaved and there's a big pile of hair  on top of his head.


I go, "Hi, Willie, Merry Christmas!" He looks  startled, saying,
"Christmas? Oh yeah, you too, Dylan. May I come in? It's  fucking freezing out here."

I laugh, "Of course, c'mon in. Sorry, um, you're all  dressed up..." He
goes, "Oh, yeah. My suit you mean?" and he looks at himself  like he's surprised
he's wearing a suit. Inside he asks, "Um, may I  have a kiss from my
dearest friend ever?" I lean over, murmuring, "Sure,"  and we do a two second
kiss. No firecrackers go off or anything like that, but  it's a nice kiss and a
couple of levels up from say a brotherly kiss. I  ask, "Would you like a
beer?" He says, "Hmmm, I gave up drinking alcoholic  beverages since like last
summer, but can't recall why so, yes, I'd like a beer.  Is it imported?" I
go, "Why yes it is, Willie. It imported from Latrobe,  Pennsylvania," as I
snap the cap on two bottles of Rolling Rock beer." Willie  goes, "Oh, Rolling
Rock, huh? That brewery was bought by  Anheuser-Busch in 2006 so it's now
imported from  some place in New Jersey, not Pennsylvania," and he lets a
third of the bottle  roll down his throat. I'm frowning, "How the hell would you
know that?" He  shrugs, "I don't know, I read it some place."


He takes a box of  Marlboro cigarettes from his pocket, asking, "Do you
mind?" I go, "Yeah, I  do. Um, sorry but no smoking in the house." He goes,
"Seriously?" like it's  unusual. Shrugging, I mutter, "Oh hell, I guess we
could have one in the  basement." Willie says, "Okay," and we go downstairs
where I open the door to  the garage so the smoke can drift out there. Willie
lights a cigarette and  offers it to me. I take it and as he lights another
one for himself, he  says, "You're the one who got me started smoking and it's
a bitch of  a habit to break." I nod, "Sorry about that. Um, what ups,
Willie. Why'd  you come over? I mean I'm really happy to see you and all, but to
what do I  owe the pleasure of your company? That sort of thing." He smiles
and  goddamn he has the cutest smile with the bridge of his nose wrinkling
a little.  He still has a few fading freckles just across the bridge of his
nose  too. His smile almost conveys shyness although I know he's not. Willie
 has always had what I consider a pretty face and even though his face has
matured he's very good looking. To my question, he says, "I've come to take
you  to New York."


Oh, not Bermuda or the South of France? I go, "New York  City? Why do you
want us to go to New York and why are you wearing a suit?" He  stares at me
as he drags off his cigarette. He's holds the  cigarette backwards so when he
takes a drag the palm of his hand is facing  me. Ignoring my questions
Willie slowly shakes his head, mumbling, "I can't  get over how young you look.
You haven't aged at all." I go, "Yeah, I have. I've  got a mustache and if
you're willing to come back in a week you can see it. I  just recently
shaved."  He smiles and squeezes the back of my neck asking,  "What hack of a
barber gave you this haircut?" I go, "That would be my  boyfriend, Rob, and it's
a good haircut." He goes, "Oh, yes, now that I look  closer it is a nice
haircut. I was an ass for saying that." I mumble, "I  don't want to go to New
York, Willie. Sorry."


Willie frowns at me  while makes a popping sound with his lips, then he
says, "Okay, where  do you wanna go?" I shrug, "How about out to dinner?" He
hugs my shoulders, "Out  to dinner, huh?" This close to him I take the
opportunity to run my fingers  through the long hair on top of his head and say,
"Speaking of  haircuts," and he blushes a little, mumbling, "Yeah, this silly
fucking haircut. Ralph said it's currently the 'in' haircut. It's pretty
goofy-looking though, don'cha think?" I nod, "Yes, but it looks okay on you.
You're looking very handsome. I remember how cute you were as a
seventeen-year-old-boy so I'm not surprised you turned-out looking good as a  young
man." He says, "Thanks," then finishes his bottle of beer and asks, "Do  you
think I could have another one of these?" Nodding, I'm like, "Certainly. Ya
say you haven't had a drink since the beginning of last summer, huh?" He
shrugs,  "Or maybe it was since last Easter. I forget." I chuckle and then say,
 "Ya know, I'm really am very happy to see you." He nods, "Thanks,  Dylan.
That goes double for me."   This isn't the effervescent-personality-Willie
I'm used to. He's usually  bouncing off the walls and talking a blue streak.


Exhaling smoke he  goes, "You know I've loved you forever, right?" I
mutters, "Ah, Willie, let's  not..." and he looks down, muttering, "I almost
didn't text you because of that  horrible, um, experience in Wildwood you saved
me from and..." I go, "I  have no idea what you're talking about. I'm gonna
get us both another  beer." Before I do that though we both look around, not
sure what to do with our  cigarette butts. I finally take his and go in the
half-bath to flush both  butts down the toilet.
Upstairs I get us two  more beers even though I'm only half finished the
first one. We sit at the  kitchen bar and Willie says, "How about dinner at my
house? Chef Roman is  back cooking for us. You remember him, right?" I nod,
"Yeah, I do but he had,  ah, quit I believe when I was last at your house."
He says, "Well he's been  back for a while now. We could just low-key it
and spend the night at my  place. Nothing fancy, you'd just spend the night
with me. Ya know, we'll get  drunk, have sex, and reminisce. Would you do
that? I mean since you don't want  to go to New York." To avoid the 'sleeping
over' part I concentrate on the  reason I can't go to New York City by
explaining that I'm working and  how it's already Saturday afternoon so there's no
fucking time to  go back and forth to New York. Not when I need to be at
work Monday morning. He  goes, "Oh, you work?" I go, "Yes, I need to work,
Willie," and to change  that subject too, I ask, "How are things at Colgate?" He
shrugs, "Splendid. You  know I had a thing with my roommate for a year or
so and then our relationship  just petered-out. Ya know, we both admitted it
wasn't really working. Other  than that I like the university fine. It's a
little boring, but  fine."


There's something wrong. He  doesn't seem like his normal kinda nutty self
at all. I go, "Not to  pry, Willie, but you seem, um, weary, or sad, or
something." He goes, "Huh, I  do? Maybe that's because I just came from my
grandfather's funeral." I  go, "Oh, I'm so sorry," and he murmurs, "Thank you. Ya
know, he was  always my number one supporter. Grandfather was. Um, he
always seemed to  love me even when I fucked-up, like I'm always doing. Ya know,
he loved  me when others didn't and..." and he turns away, murmuring, "I'm
feeling really sad he died and I wanted to be with someone who cares about
me, so naturally I thought of you my dearest and oldest friend." I put my
arm around him and hug him as he rambles on, "I said in my text not to get
dressed-up because you'd see me in my suit. I know I didn't make that very
clear." Turning his face to me I see he has tears coming down his cheeks as
he  asks, "You loved me, didn't you, Dylan?" Oh fuck! I go, "I'm very sorry
for your  loss, Willie, I really am. And, yes of course I loved you, and I
still do."  Not romantic love obviously but why go into all that now? I add,
"I'm  honored you thought of me and I'm glad you texted me and came  over."


He takes a deep breath that sounded suspiciously like a sob.  Then he tells
me his Grandfather was only seventy and in apparent good  health, but he
had a massive heart attack and died in his sleep. He was  discovered by the
housekeeper the next morning. His grandparents have separate  bedrooms I
guess. He mumbles, "Tomorrow is never promised to anyone, is  it?" I murmur,
"Sadly no, but ironically your grandfather's unexpected passing  may help you
appreciate life more." He mumbles, "I don't know. The funeral  was done nicely
though. I thought so anyhow. Granddad had a lot of friends  and he was very
philanthropic. I only found out about that from some of the  eulogies.
Father and Mother were their usual stoic selves while I cried and got  stern
looks from them." I say, "I wish I would have known. I'd have gone  with you,
Willie." He nods his head, "I thought of calling you but I wasn't  holding it
together very well. I'm mostly cried out now though and  just wanted to be
with you." Oh man, what should I say to console  him?

We're at the kitchen bar, my arm around Willie with him  sitting stiffly,
maybe trying to keep from crying again. Some people are so good  at knowing
the right thing to say and do, and I mean in any situation.  Unfortunately,
I'm not one of them. Finally, Willie says, "I have some clothes  of yours at
my house." I go, "You mean that suit you bought me?" He nods, "Yeah,  and
the other stuff we bought that day. It got mixed with my stuff going to the
cleaners. I thought about calling you to remind you your stuff was at my
house  about twenty times. I didn't want to bother you though. Thought I'd wait
for you  to call me." Oh, now I feel just great! Why don't I ever call him?
He lives  twenty-minutes away...
I say, "I should have  called but college and working..." I don't think
he's even listening as he goes,  "Ha, I tried your suit on to wear to the
funeral but it didn't fit." I mumble,  "You're taller than me." He nods his head,
"Yeah, but I really wanted to  wear your suit like you were with me." I go,
"You're killing me here, Willie.  I'm so sorry but I don't know what I
should do or say to help you through  this." He leans against me, saying,
"You're doing awesome, baby." Huh, Willie is  the only guy except Rob who calls me
that and it sounds okay coming from him.  Actually Willie was the first to
call me 'babe' and 'baby'. I used to  complain about it. I'd complain about
that and about him walking with his arm  around my waist or holding hands
with me or whatever. I'd complain and he'd grin  and hold my hand tighter,
saying, 'What do we care what strangers think, Dylan?'  and keep on doing it.


Finally I say, "I'll go to New York with you if  you really want to go."
With a wry smile, he says, "Nah, you've got  work and you're right we wouldn't
have enough time. If you'd spend tonight  with me though I'd really love
that. You make me feel good, Dylan. You've always  made me feel good." I nod,
"Oh, um, of course, I'd be glad to spend the night  with you." He looks me
in the eyes, "Oh, you really will? I thought maybe,  um, ya know 'he' might
object." I go, "By 'he' you mean  Rob?" He mumbles, "Yeah, of course," and I
tell him, "Rob's away on  business until Monday morning." Willie nods his
head and looks at me, "Oh,  well then good, you can come with me." I smile,
"It's the least I can do. Um, by  the way, are your parent, ya know, would
they object if you have company tonight  considering your grandfather just...?"
He says, "My parents are staying in  Boston tonight to spend more time with
relatives and to be with my  Grandmother. I left halfway through the
luncheon. Fuck, I only went to the  luncheon in the first place because Father's
insisted. It was like a  big fucking party with people drinking and
laughing," and he breaks down  again, muttering, "Oh fuck, I'm all messed up."


This is  stressing me out so by now I've finished my first beer and my
second. I pat his shoulder, asking, "You want another beer?" Wiping his  eyes
with the heels of both hands, he goes,  "Yeah, thanks. It tastes good. I
almost had a drink at the luncheon but didn't.  I'd been thinking about you
since it happened. Finally, I just left and  drove here because you've never let
me down even once in my life." I mumble, "Oh  well, um, I don't know about
that, Willie." Getting up I take the four  empty bottle and put them in the
closet where the empty case is for recycling.  Handing him a new Rolling
Rock, I go, "I must say you sure look  beautiful in that suit, Willie. Let me
guess; those shoes are Stefano Bemer's."  He looks at his shoes, "Oh, yeah,
they are. How'd you know?" "Just a guess," and  I reach over and loosen his
tie wondering how much it cost. The tie I mean; it  probably cost as much as
the suit I bought at Macy's and it's a mystery how  I remembered the name of
those shoes. Ha, and I can remember most people's name  a minute after
being introduced to them. Weird!


In a  monotone Willie's telling me stories of him and his grandfather from
when  he was little. There are other grandchildren but Willie was the first
one and has always been his grandfather's favorite. His Grandfather would
confide in Willie that he,  Willie's Grandfather, got in almost as  much
trouble as Willie while he was growing up. Willie goes on telling stories  and
I don't even think he's telling them to me as much as he's remembering  the
stories himself. It becomes hard to focus after a while but I keep eye
contact as long as he does and nod my head or smile or chuckle along with him.
What else can I do? He cries a little looking away and wiping at his eyes,
but  finally he stands and says, "Enough of my morbid memories, Dylan. Thank
you for  listening. I'm going to follow your ironic advice and take a
positive out of  this tragedy by appreciating my life more. No more taking each
day for  granted." I mutter, "That's wise of you, Willie." He says that now,
like maybe  most of us would, but it won't be long before he, like most, will
be back taking  things for granted again. Human nature I guess.


I'm like, "Well, I  guess I should pack some stuff for overnight." He says,
"No, don't bother. Let's  just go. You can use all my stuff. I can't begin
to tell you how much this means  to me," and he hugs me as we stand next to
the kitchen stools. I go, "After  all the things you've done for me I'm glad
to do something for you." He says,  "Yeah, well get your coat then and
we'll go. You sure you don't mind eating at  my house? We could eat at any
restaurant you want." I go, "Chef Diez at the  Worthington Manner is as classy as
it gets. That'll be fine for me, and better  than I deserve if truth be
told."


I text Chubby and Mom I'll be at  Willie's tonight and tell them why.
Putting my sweatshirt's hood up, I put  on a winter jacket and we go down the
steps to Willie's car that he parked  at the curb. It's a BMW Z4 Roadster this
year and when inside it still has  that awesome new-car smell. Willie starts
the engine and says, "I'm sorry  for being such a drag, Dylan. You've made
me feel a lot better and I am gonna  try your idea of appreciating my life
more beginning right now." I'm  nodding, "Good idea." During the
twenty-minute drive to his house he tells me about  a girl at college he liked and dated
a few times. "But, Dylan, no matter how  much I wanted to be sexually
active with her I couldn't get aroused. I finally  admitted to her I was gay but
was trying for bisexual but it just wasn't  happening.  And I really liked
this girl too. Her name's, Tina Rose. Cool  name, huh?" I go, "Yeah, cool.
Was she beautiful or cute?" He shrugs, "She was  average looking I guess, but
I didn't think about that too  much because she was fun to be with. She was
feminine and, yeah, kinda  cute I guess. She had small tits which I thought
was considerate of her." I go,  "Considerate, how?" He just shrugs.


Strangely it doesn't  surprise me that Willie was dating  a girl and that's
because nothing he did would surprise me. I  go, "I'm not bi either but
I've known I wasn't right from the start.  Here's a weird thing; when I came
'out' to my Mom after my freshman year  she didn't appear shocked or
surprised. Do I act gay in some way I'm not  aware of? I mean, I don't particularly
care if I do but I'd like to know what it  is just the same. I'm curious." He
shakes his head, "No, I don't think there's  anything gay about you and I
wouldn't know you were gay. I mean if I didn't  already know Carl was fucking
you like beating a drum, so that was a  clue right there. Of course I know
a number of guys who are obviously gay  from the way they dress, talk and
act but they're good guys too.  Actually I believe there are many guys who
don't act gay in any way and who  get married and have kids, but are still
primarily gay. So I don't know what  category they fall into." I go, "Well
that's like the definition of  a bisexual. They're lucky that they can go either
way." He's like, "Do you  ever wish you were straight?" Shaking my head,
"Um, I never really thought about  it. More likely I wish I was two or three
inches, um, taller."  He goes, "I  thought you were going to say something
else. You're a good size for a guy.  I'm almost six-feet and you're what, an
inch shorter?" I go, "Ha, you're  five-foot-eleven and I'm five-ten." He goes,
"I prefer to say I'm almost  six-feet-tall, which five-eleven is." I
mutter, "Fine..."


As Willie  turns onto the long driveway to his house I marvel again at the
size of it. I do  a lot of surfing online, mostly about science, but I surf
other things too.  I always click on any list of things, which there are a
lot of online. The  list of most expensive places to live in Massachusetts is
headed by the town  of Weston, where the Worthington mansion is located.
Average cost of a  house is 1.6 million in Weston, but the Worthington mansion
would be much more  expensive than that. Then the island of Nantucket, home
of the world's best  limerick, has the next most expensive average cost of
a home at 1.4  million. After Nantucket it's Wellesley, then Boston, and the
fifth most  expensive town in the state is Dover with an average home
selling  for 1.1 million. The town of Framingham doesn't even make it on the
list.


It's five o'clock and already dark when Willie parks in  front of the
third-bay of the unattached four-car garage. We get out and,  reverting to form,
Willie puts his arm around the back of my waist walking us  towards the huge
patio at the back of the house.  I'd much rather he didn't  do that but now
isn't the time to make an issue of it.  He tells me,  "We'll go in the back
because the front door is always locked and I don't carry  a key with me.
Paul would need to answer the bell and I hate making him seem  like a butler
or something." I'm like, "I remember him. He's your Dad's  secretary,
right?" Willie shrugs, "I don't believe that term is used for anyone  nowadays.
Paul sort of takes care of everything and anything to do with the  house and
he drives for Mother and Father sometimes too. His wife, Martha, is  the
housekeeper and they both live here. They've always been nice to  me."


We go inside and immediately run into Martha who hugs Willie,  saying, "I'm
so sorry, William. I know how much you loved your Grandfather." He  nods,
"Thank you, Martha. How long did the luncheon go on?" She says, "I don't
know, dear, Paul and I left at two o'clock and most everyone was still there."
Willie mumbles, "I left way before two o'clock and came here to mope
around and then I texted my friend, Dylan. I needed to be with someone who  is
important to me." She goes, "Oh, Dylan dear, I'm so sorry I didn't recognize
you at first. How are you?" She remembers me? I go, "I'm good, thank you."
She rubs Willie's back, smiling and saying to me, "I'm so glad Willie
reached  out to you and it's wonderful of you to help console my boy here," and
she rubs  his back again, then calls out, Paul, come see who's visiting
William."  Ah  jeez...


Mr. Windell comes out of his office wearing a suit with his  tie loosened.
Looking at me, he goes, "Well it's Dylan, isn't it?" I nod with  half a
smile as we shake hands, then I mutter, "Nice to see you  again, sir." Willie
says, "Dylan and I are staying in tonight so do you think  Chef could prepare
a dinner for us, um, much later?" Martha says, "Why of  course, dear. When
you decide what you'd like for dinner I'll tell him.  It's smart of you to
stay in tonight." The Windell couple appear to be in their  early sixties and
they're kind of classy-looking, especially considering  they're sort of a
housekeeper and a butler/chauffeur. They seem very dignified.  Willie goes,
"We'll be in my room," and he takes my hand leading me towards the  back
stairs. I wish he wouldn't hold hands with me because that's something  reserved
for Rob, um, unless I'm drunk with John Smith I  guess. Willie's been 'out'
to the world from an early age so neither of the  Windells gasps at Willie
holding my hand.


Willie's bedroom  is actually a suite. There's a sitting area consisting of
a sofa, two  high-tech looking chairs, a flat screen TV on the wall,  a
half-refrigerator, Xbox, PlayStation, and a table for playing chess. We  walk
through that room into his actual bedroom where there's a couple of
upholstered club chairs and his king-size bed that's always been made-up anytime
I've been here. Lots of expensive looking bureaus and shelving all gleaming
with  polish. Willie pulls be over and we both flop unto his bedspread, so
obviously he doesn't care if he wrinkles his three-piece suit. He hugs me,
saying, "It's like the most awesome thing ever that you're here with me,
Dylan,"  and he gives my cheek a kiss and murmurs, "I've never smelled anyone as
deliciously sexy-smelling as you, mmmm!"


Letting go of  me, he asks, "Do you think we could have sex? Would that be
okay?" I say,  "I guess. You mean right now? Um, with you mourning your
Grandfather's  passing, um, I didn't know if..." He says, "My Grandfather would
be angry with  me if I deprived myself of something that means as much to me
as you do.  I've never been in love with anyone but you. I've never
pretended to myself that  I ever was in love with anybody else; just you." I go,
"You love me and I love  you, but it's a special kind of love, Willie. Not,
you know, the marrying kind  of love." He says, "I know you're in that kind of
love with 'him', but  I'm in that kind of love with you. I'm resigned to it
being unrequited love  of course, but I'm in love with you nonetheless." I
murmur, "You're making  me feel bad, Willie." He says, "I'm sorry. I don't
mean to."


To  change the subject I ask, "What color are the sheets we're sleeping on
tonight?"  He goes, "Let's look," and he pulls the bedspread off one pillow,
saying, "Dark  blue, why?" I shrug, "The first time I slept with you we had
black silk sheets."  He goes, "Black, huh? I don't remember that, but do
you remembered what was  playing from my surround-sound speakers?" I go, "Yep,
it was different versions  of Lenard Cohen's song 'Hallelujah'." He smiles,
"You remembered!" I say, "How  could I forget. We were having sex and the
music was giving me chills on top of  the ones you were giving me." He goes,
"Oooh, that's so fucking sweet of  you to say, Dylan."


He goes up on an elbow and leans over to  rubs noses with me, murmuring,
"How about if we both take our clothes off now  and jump in the Jacuzzi?" I
go, "If you want to. I'm in my comforting mode  for you, just so you know." I
was just joking around saying that but  he sort of fills-up, squinting his
eyes, saying, "I'm not going to mope around  feeling sorry for myself about
Granddad dying. He'd tell me not to if he were  here. I'm going to celebrate
life with you." Then he sniffles and rubs the back  of his wrist against his
nose and I see the dark onyx cufflinks in gold  affixed in his French
cuffs.  He forces a  grin, asking, "Don't you feel lucky I choose you to
celebrate life  with? Not!" and he does a little laugh; his first chuckle since
seeing him  today. I mumble, "I'm honored you choose me." He wipes his wet eyes
and we get  up and begin peeling off our clothes.
When naked he takes my  hand again and says, "Still shaving your pubic
hair, huh? I got you started on  that ya know." I'm like, "Did you? You sure?"
He says, "I've got some Nair  left over from when Arnold used it on my ass.
I'll spread it around your  groin area and dissolve the stubble." Resisting
the urge to pull my hand away  from his, I go, "Oh, that's okay, I'm good."
He says, "No, I'd be happy to  help," and we walk into his ridiculous
bathroom hand in hand. I say  ridiculous bathroom because it's much bigger than my
bedroom, never mind my  bathroom. Big shower stall with three shower heads.
There's a shower head where  one should be, then one opposite that one, and
for overkill there's a third  shower head on the side opposite the door. The
bathroom also  includes an over-size tub and the Jacuzzi that's big enough
for four, and  enclosed toilet room and a huge sink with fancy fixtures like
you see in  hospital scenes on TV. I've been in the Jacuzzi before and it's
 quite a trip when he gets all the jets going.


Willie says, "We'll  shower first of course," and pulls me into the shower
stall where, still  holding my hand, he turns on the water. Somehow the
water comes out hot right  from the start and he needs to adjust it to a lower
more pleasant  temperature. My shower at home take a minute or two before the
water comes  out hot. Obviously the water in the pipes from the hot water
heater to my shower  are filled with water that's cooled-off so I don't know
why Willie's pipes  aren't the same. There's no sense asking Willie because
I'm sure he doesn't  know, or care either. And he has the best damn soap and
bath gel and shampoo.  Best ever! It's French I think. He told me what it's
called a long time  ago, but I couldn't pronounce it even if I remembered
the  name.


We bath ourselves as Willie smiles at me every now  and then, but without
his normal energy behind his smiles. He almost always  has a high motor,
energy-wise. It's understandable that his motor  is powered-down some
considering the circumstances. Sneaking glancing at  his long cock brings back very
pleasant memories, and some not so pleasant too,  but mostly good ones. It's a
long penis but as far as I know he's  never measured it. His flaccid penis
isn't as fat as Rob's although  it's about twice as long. It's about the
same circumference as mine but  looks thinner because it's a couple of inches
longer than  mine.
It's disconcerting  that Willie lacks his normal bravado that oozes with
confidence. He's  normally the ultimate take-charge guy, but in a sweet way.
Ryan has a bit of a  mean streak in his take-charge manner at times. I never
feel a  vindictiveness coming from Willie that I sometimes felt from Ryan.
They're very different in many ways while similar in some at the same time.
Both have experienced being extremely submissive to aggressively dominant
individuals, while both prefer being the take-charge dominant person  in
their relationships with me, and I suppose with others too. I don't  know what
to expect from Willie today when we have sex, which we almost  certainly
will have at some point. I mean he asked if we  could.


Willie has almost zero body hair but wonderful light-brown  hair on his
head. Too bad it's cut like it is. He's another guy with a great  athletic body
too. I suppose some of the credit goes to genes and Nature,  but some is a
result of training for sports. Willie's proficient at  swimming, tennis, and
basketball. His parents built a swimming pool,  plus tennis and basketball
courts in the back yard and they hired  personal trainers for him during
summers from age ten to, I suppose, through all  of prep school both middle and
high school. Anything to keep him busy  during the summer so he wouldn't be
pestering them. That's the assumption  I'm making from hearing things
Willie's said about his childhood. Not that he's  said a lot because he doesn't
talk much about his life before we  met.


We're both squeaky clean when he turns off the shower. Without  drying we
walk over to the Jacuzzi dripping water off our bodies as we  go. He says, "I
turned on the Jacuzzi's heater when I turned the lights on in  here, so we
can step right in." When we do, I go, "OH!" because it's very hot  but you
get used to it pretty fast. He turns on a couple of jets and the water
starts churning. Willie slides over right next to me and puts his arms around
me, saying, "I hope my affectionate behavior isn't making you uncomfortable,
but  I simply can't resist you, Dylan. You make me feel really good. Do you
mind?"  I shake my head, murmuring, "I'm glad I can make you feel good,
Willie," and I relax against him. It's not like him being affectionate is a
major burden to me considering his body is  sexy and hot and familiar too.
We've had a lot of sex together and I've fallen  into awesomely sexy trances
with him. Willie and I have experimented with all  kinds of kinky sex using
toys, being tied up, dildos and whatever Willie could  think of. As a result,
I've had a lot of sexually pleasant moments acting  submissive with him. It
feels so good to float along without a care in the world  letting Willie
lead every inch of the way. The longest experience of me being  submissive to
him lasted almost two days in Key west. It was going along  fine and then,
BANG! I'd had enough. Just like that I didn't want to do it any  longer. Huh,
and that makes me think: do I really want a life of Rob  leading the way
forever? What an unexpected place to have what might be an  epiphany. I'll need
to think about that, but not in a Jacuzzi with Willie. I need to revisit
that  thought at another time. For now, I need to go with the flow of the
here-and-now.


We're tightly together not talking, just lulling in the  churning water
with me feeling more and more relaxed by the minute. Willie's  slowly rubbing
his hand over my head or running his fingers back through my  hair. The side
of his cheek is against the side of my forehead as I think good  thoughts
about him and me. He's had a weird life being too rich but without any  real
guidance or love from his parents. They traveled a lot while he  was
growing-up, often separately. I think their relationship with their son has
improved over the last couple of years, but before then there hardly had a
relationship at all. Willie was raised in prep schools and some by the  Windells
when he was home from prep  school. Mostly though he raised himself often
getting things  wrong or misinterpreting signals from others. I think he has a
gentle  kind heart though and would do anything for me, or for any friend
although I never got the impression he made many friends. Not friends per se
although he's always had like ten times more acquaintances than anyone I
know. Lots of people he's on a casual first-name basis with... but I think
I'm  his only real close friend.


Willie murmurs, "I should have  put some music on. You know what I've been
listening to lately?" I shake my  head, "No, what?" and he goes, "That old
group that isn't in existence now.  'Hootie and the Blowfish'." I go, "Oh, 'I
only Wanna Be With You'," and he goes, "Yes, that  CD. Ha, I don't even
know if they made another CD after that one, but they  must have." I nod, not
much interested in the group. He reaches over to a series  of drawers and
takes out a stainless steel tube with a  two-inch-thick needle-like end. Next
he pulls out a tub  of something with a label that reads: 'Boy Butter...
Desensitizing Cream'.  Pulling both items over to him he takes the top off the
tube and holds up the  stainless steel tube, saying, "This is simply called a
grease gun. See  the plunger attached to the top. I fill the gun with this
Boy Butter, and let me  tell ya, this shit cost forty bucks for eight ounces
but it's worth it. It  contains coconut oil, organic silicone, and as much
Benzocaine as is legal.  It's a smooth awesome lubricant for your rectum.
See, I scoop out the Boy  Butter and fill the tube like this." Using his index
and middle fingers he  pushes a couple of gobs of lube into the tube,
saying, "It holds two ounces and  with this grease gun I can lube all up inside
you evenly for a smooth  entry and an awesome fuck. You'll see. My
ex-roommate turned me on to this  stuff."


He fiddles around getting the plunger lined-up and then he  twists the top
on. "It's  like a hypodermic needle only the opening at the end is a
quarter-inch  diameter." He reaches his hand down and strokes his cock with the Boy
Butter on  his fingers, saying, "Lift your ass up, Dylan. Just get it out
of the water  and I'll shoot this lube inside your ass." Just like that... no
discussion or  foreplay, just 'Get your ass out of the water and I'll shoot
this shit up your  ass'. One second he's talking about 'Hootie and the
Blowfish' and the next he's  shooting lube up my ass. There's a little touch of
the old Willie that I  know so well. Good!
My last sex was  Thursday night so I need an anal massage pretty badly. I
stand and he says, "Um,  lean over on the edging around the Jacuzzi." I lean
forward and he goes,  "Um, rest your chest on it," and he guides me down
with a hand on the back  of my neck as he pulls a towel off a rack, "Rest the
side of your cute face on  this towel." I lay mostly on the towel with my ass
out of the water and my  crotch a few inches away from the Jacuzzi's inside
wall.  Willie stands behind me and pushes the narrow end of the tube in
past my  sphincter and plunges a good gob of goo out and with a little more
pressure  my anus spreads so the fatter part of the tube slides inside me too.
Willie  asks, "Is it a little tight, Dylan?" I go, "A little," and I feel
the cool  lubricant called 'Boy Butter' sliding up my ass as Willie pushes the
 plunger.


When I feel totally filled-up with 'Boy Butter', Willie  says, "I want to
get the Boy Butter up further so my long boner is in  it all the way up your
chute," and he pushes the tube maybe four-inches inside  me with the needle
end another inch-and-a-half further up. More lube gets  plunged-out. Willie
pulls the tube back a few inches and then pushes it back in,  explaining,
"I'm spreading it all around in there evenly, baby, so my cock will  slide
beautifully. Arnold fucked me with this Boy Butter maybe fifty times and I
know how good it feels." He's pushing and pulling that tube inside me, fucking
me with the tube basically. The fat part of the tube is about the same
circumference as Bean's cock. It has me grunting and squirming on the  edging
of the Jacuzzi with sensations sparkling off my prostate  and around the lips
of my anus. I'm like, "Ummm, Willie, I think I'm gonna cum."  He goes,
"Feels better than a dildo, doesn't it.? Don't cum though," and he pulls the
thing  out entirely. Dropping the grease gun, he puts his finger up my ass and
rubs my  prostate as I go, "No, oooh, aaaah." Willie takes his finger out
and wipes it on  the towel I'm lying on, saying, "The tube opens you up a
little too so entrance will be a breeze. We're both gonna love  this."


Standing behind me, the water halfway up his thighs, Willie  strokes his
cock, murmuring, "I got half a hard-on fucking you with that tube.  Just a few
more strokes and..." I hear the slick sound of his hand stroking his  long
cock and then the head of his long boner is at my asshole and like he  said
it slides in tightly but with very little resistance. His boner his wider
around than the tube though so it feels really good. "I'll go right up your
ass,  baby, so it'll be kinda tight at first," and I feel my insides
spreading as his  boner is sliding steadily up my ass. It slides easily but my
spreading  rectum still hurts. As his boner goes up my ass, he says, "The
anesthetic  in the Butter reduces the sensitivity to pain, or that's what it should
do  but in my experience it doesn't help a hell of a lot. It helps a little
 though, don't you think?" I shrug, "It's kinda hurting, Willie. Would you
go  slower?" He rubs both hands on my back, murmuring, "Sure, I'm sorry."
He's just  about all the way in already though, and then he is all the way in.
His  crotch is tight against my buttocks with Willie humping against my
ass,  saying, "Boy oh boy, your ass is magical, Dylan, like always. Wow, this
feels so  fucking good!"


His boner is beginning to feel fucking good too  so I sigh, "Oooooh, yeah,
Willie. Really nice." It's definitely different  and very noticeable to feel
at least eight-inches of boner up my ass. My  cock is like a steel rod
already. Willie's being more like his old  self now that we're having sex. I've
always liked how he fucks me. There's  something about his manner, um, like
he's entitled to do this. It's his right to  be doing the fucking. I've
fucked him once, or twice but this is  better. Maybe him being spoiled all his
life with material things  makes him feel entitled to have sex too. And I'm
not complaining; I like it  because with Willie it always feels like a form
of dominance. It's just the way  he goes about everything.


Willie mumbles, "It should be okay inside  there by now," and he does a
half-dozen deliberate hard and full  eight-inch thrusts. The deliberate
"Slap... Slap...  Slap...Slap...Slap...Slap," sounds rings out in the bathroom and
each  hard thrust pushes me against the side of the Jacuzzi. My hard cock
gets pushed up  between my belly and the side of the Jacuzzi. "Feel good,
Dylan?" He's sounding much  better now with a ring of happiness in his voice.
Well good for him. I'm feeling  kinda happy myself. I'm looking forward to a
good hard fucking and I  probably won't need to wait long. After those first
six  deliberate thrusts he gets into fast hard thrusting, like he almost
always  does, and the sounds of males fucking is constant as that long boner of
his is  sliding nicely now. It feels like a long trip up my ass and
everything is alive  and excited up and down my rectum. Prostate sensations are
constant and so  tantalizing I can't stay still. I'm moving against the rim of
the  Jacuzzi constantly making  pleasure moans, "Oooh, ooh, ooh, mmmm,
Willie, aaah!" Willie goes,  "Feeling good, baby," and cups my shoulders with
both hands to begin  pulling me back into his hard thrusts with a 'Slap', sound
as our bodies collide  and water slushes around us, "Slapslapslapslap,"
and, "Ooh, ooh, ooh!"  Goddamn it feels so good!
I've got two fistfuls  of towel gritting my teeth at the incredible
pleasure inside me. It's radiating  out to all parts of my body. Water has slushed
up wetting the towel that my  chest and head are lying on as Willie keeps up
fast hard trusting of his long  hard boner. I turn my head looking back and
see glee on Willie's face as he  humps his hips hard, each one still
knocking me against the wet side of the  Jacuzzi as his long  boner slides tightly
and smoothly up my ass. Sensations off my prostate and  around the lips of
my asshole merge as one super-pleasure trip and join the  throbbing
sensations coming off my steel boner. From necessity I've pushed my  ass back to
keep the head of my cock, that's now sticking straight out from  my groin, from
hitting the inside wall of the Jacuzzi. Hot water splashing around us while
 Willie's hot boner makes the long journey up my ass and back. It's a fast
and  consistent stimulation to every nerve ending inside me. Willie's hips
move  very smoothly and rhythmically driving his piston-like long tool back
and forth until I could scream with pleasure. Then my orgasm takes over my
brain  and like a runaway train my climax hits as I squeal, "Willie!" as  I'm
humping my hips with cum shooting out against the inside wall of the
Jacuzzi and then again  with black dots swarming around in front of my eyes
now... and then a calmness  as I limply moan at the fleeting pleasure that for
nine-or-ten-seconds was my  whole world.
I sigh and try to keep  my ass up for Willie to pound his boner in. He
doesn't let up for another minute  or so and then it's desperate humping against
my buttocks as he moans like he's  in pain and I feel a sharp stream of his
creamy cum break through the Boy Butter  and hit the walls of my bowels.
Another hump against my buttocks with  gasping sounds from Willie as I assume
more cum is poured inside me. It's warm  and slippery-sloppy in there now as
his boner sloshes back and forth a few  more times before Willie groan and
sighs, backs-up and sitting down in the  churning water of the Jacuzzi. I
slide off the towel and sit on the  bottom of the Jacuzzi too, watching some
of Willie's cum float  in the water before disappearing down a chute as the
water goes through a  filter.
Willie's head is back  with his eyes lightly closed as he sighs again and
takes a few deep breaths.  Opening his eyes, he gives me a little smile,
murmuring, "Spectacular, baby.  What great sex! Only with you is it like this."
I smile back at him, "I give you  all the credit, Willie. You and your
wonderful penis." He chuckles, muttering,  "Wonderful penis... ha ha. Thanks." He
slides over to me and hugs me with both  arm, saying, "Sincerely, Dylan,
thank you. It's been like six weeks since my  last sex, and that wasn't all
that good. Oh man, did I ever need this with only  you. Especially today. It
was really nice not thinking about my Grandfather for  ten minutes." I nod,
not feeling I deserve this much credit but if I protest  it'll seem like
maybe I want to hear more. We've had sex a hundred times but if  he wants to
think today's sex is helping him deal with his grief  a little, I'm glad.
We sit side by side  with just his one arm across my shoulders now. Water
is shooting  all around and over us. Jacuzzis are awesome! I mean private
ones like Willie's  that's clean and, um, private. Not public ones at hotels
and swimming  pools with hairy men and fat ladies getting in it with me, ugh!
During  a few minutes of silence, I'm thinking how good that sex felt.
Willie goes,  "Isn't it funny how someone can be fantastically attracted to
another, like  I am to you, and yet the next guy doesn't do it for me at all. I
mean  obviously you're the best looking person I've ever seen, but it's so
much more  than that. It can almost be a curse to be attracted to someone to
such a degree,  ya know?" He looks at me, asking, "How does that happen?" I
shrug, "You're very  flattering. Um, I always thought pheromones were
involved with people being  attracted to each other." He goes, "The way a person
smells?" I go, "Yeah, but  there's much more that I don't understand either."
He nods and says, "I mean why  doesn't every guy you meet feel the same way
about you that I do? Why is one  person, um, the one! Ya know?" Shaking my
head, "I don't know." I'm not  bringing Rob into the conversation but what
Willie said he feels about  me makes me wonder why exactly I have this intense
attraction to Rob,  but not Willie? It is mysterious, and how many times
have I seen married couples  and wondered to myself how in the fuck did she,
or he, fall in love with  that person?
It's not that I'm so  conceited I take Willie's love for me like, 'ho-hum'.
It's just that I've  heard it on and off for over four years now but have
never really felt the  love he speaks of. Not the way I feel it from Rob.
I've never felt it from  anyone the way i feel it from Rob, so I join Willie in
his confusion about why  or how any of us chooses a person as the one! What
I mostly try to  do is steer away from conversations like this for the
simple reason I don't  understand it myself. Willie gives my shoulders a squeeze
and then says, "Let's  dry off, Dylan, okay?" I nod, "Sure." We stand and
climb out of the  Jacuzzi grabbing big  hotel-type fluffy towels to dry
ourselves. Back in his bedroom, Willie says,  "Please lie down with me under the
covers. I need a nap. Today took a lot out of  me. And, um, I know I've said
it too much already but you can't imagine how  much you've helped me. I was
getting real shaky there for a while and  needed being with you, so thank
you!" I murmur, "You're welcome, and a nap  sounds awesome." He turns off the
overhead bedroom light but there's a lamp  left on in the sitting area so
it's not pitch black. We get under the  covers and Willie goes, "I know I'm
acting like a dork but would you hold me  until I fall asleep? I'd never be
comfortable enough with anyone else in  the world asking that; only with
you." I go, "Sure," and get him in my  arms. He rustles around a little then
settles in against me with a sigh. In  maybe two minutes I can tell he's
sleeping. He must have been  exhausted.
Apparently I dozed off  too because when I open my eyes I don't know where
I am for a second. Willie's  head is next to mine on the pillow though, so
it all comes back to me in a  flash. Managing to get my left arm out from
under him I see by my wristwatch  it's ten-after-seven. Huh, we got here around
five o'clock so Willie's been  sleeping for an-hour-and-a-half now. I don't
wake him though. I'm  enjoying the feel and scent of his body against mine
and  I'm enjoying this awesome fucking bed of his too. Then I think how
lonely a  room this size could make you feel. That's a weird thought I guess,
but I feel  small in this bed.
The long hairs on the  top of Willie's head tickle the side of my face so I
move my head slightly. He  has my favorite colored hair for a guy. Very
light brown and dense; it almost  gets blond in the sun, but not quite. I've
only given Willie one haircut which  is odd considering how many times we've
been together and how much I like doing  haircuts for guys. I guess it hasn't
happened but once because he's always,  today excluded, always so over the
top in- charge he decides what we'll be  doing and it never enters his mind
to have me give him a haircut. Ha, I wonder  what it'd be like if I got
friendly with another hot guy who had a haircut  fetish like mine. Ha ha, we'd
be giving each other haircuts every  three-days.
By eight o'clock I'm  ready to get out of bed and I'm getting hungry too so
I nudge Willie, quietly  saying, "It's eight o'clock, Willie." He nods his
head and opens his eyes, then  smiles, "Hi, Dylan! It's not a dream." I go,
"Nope, I'm real. Are you getting  hungry?" He makes a face, "Um, not really,
but what would you like for dinner?"  I say, "Whatever the chef makes will
be fine with me." He yawns and rolls over  to pick-up a phone on the bedside
table. No dialing or anything. He waits  fifteen seconds and then says,
"Hi, Martha. I..." and listens before saying,  "We've been sleeping...." he
waits, then, "Yes, it was extremely emotional and  tiring. Anyway would you
tell Chef that Dylan and I would like dinner  around eight-thirty. He chooses
the menu, and... huh?" Then, "That'd be  great. Thanks." He hangs up and
rolls over to me, saying, "Martha thinks it'll  be a rack of lamb." I go, "Yum,"
and he grins, asking, "Do you wanna do it  again?" I'm like, "Okay."
We've been naked since  coming in the bedroom over three hours ago, and I
like that. I have this fantasy  of being a member of a nudist colony or part
of a crowded nude  beach where in both cases only guys twenty-three and
younger are allowed.  Oh boy! I tell Willie about my fantasy and he excitedly
says, "Let's go!" Ha ha!  He gets his arms around me and murmurs, "Hey, ya
wanna get in that tight ball  and I'll fuck you like that?" I frown, "Willie, I
get claustrophobia when you  get your arms around me in that position." He
goes, "Yeah you get a little  wild, but then you just get docile and in a
trance, right? That's what you  said." I go, "I don't remember saying that.
How do you remember? I mean it was a  couple of years ago." He says, "C'mon,
let's do that." I let out a big exhale,  mumbling, "Well I am trying to be
comforting to you and all, so okay." He's  excited, "Oh good! I'll get the Boy
Butter and grease gun." He hops out of bed,  his long cock swinging between
his legs as he jogs into the bathroom and comes  back with the lubricant
apparatus. I gotta admit that is one damn good lube,  that Boy Butter shit.
He loads the grease gun  and then wipes his fingers on the side of the
mattress. I wonder what the  housekeeper will think it is? He says, "Get your
ass around facing me, baby."  Something about the way he said that gave my
balls a shiver. I lift up onto my  hands and knees and face away from Willie.
He's up on his knees as  the 'needle' end with its quarter-inch opening goes
in my  ass first. Willie plunges a good deal of the Boy Butter lube and then
 rotates the end spreading the lube. I mutter, "There's already a lot of
'Boy  Butter' in my ass, Willie." He goes, "I know what I'm doing, baby. Just
stay  still." Now the tube part that holds the lube is sliding in and Willie
 plunges lube, then moves the tube another inch up my ass and plunges some
more lube, as he says, "This Boy Butter feels really good on my boner,
babe, so it's for  both of us." I shrug and look back watching him until the
entire  grease gun is in my ass and just the round plunger top is visible.
Willie looks up grinning and saying, "I'm getting-off using this fucking grease
 gun," and he pulls some of it out of my ass and then pushes it back in as
my  back arches and I grunt, then mutter, "You're using it like a dildo." He
nods  his head, "Yeah, I know. How's it feel?" I shrug, "Um, okay, but I'd
rather feel  your boner up there."

Pulling out the grease  gun, Willie says, "Yeah, me too." It feels really
gooey inside my rectum  now and you know what? I'm gonna buy that grease gun
and the Boy Butter  lube for Rob's Valentine Day present. I ask, "You wash
that gun after using it,  right?" He drops the slippery gun on the night
stand, saying, "I will now. This  is the first time I've ever used it. We used
my roommates but he never washed it  because he was only fucking me." I go,
"Well he should have still washed it!  What the fuck's wrong with him?"
Willie mutters, "Too late now. We've split-up."  I go, "Well I gotta admit I'm a
fan of that lubricant; it's worth  forty-dollars or whatever you said it
cost." He goes, "The Boy Butter is  forty-dollars, right. The gun was
forty-eight dollars, but I bought them as a  package for $79.99." He sticks a finger
up my ass and moves it around in the  lubricant and then pulls it out and
goes to wipe the head of his cock, but  stops. "Hey, would you suck my dick
and get it hard?" I thought he'd never ask.  I'm like, "Oh, okay. Jesus, the
things I do for you." He chuckles, mumbling,  "You love sucking dick; don't
bull shit me," and he hold his cock out. It's a  little firm already from his
play with the grease gun up my  ass.

I scoot over and sit  back on my ankles taking his cock from his fingers.
After licking the head a few  times, I go, "Your penis got really clean in
the Jacuzzi. There's no Boy Butter on it at all." He  mutters, "Yeah, I know.
I was gonna lube my pecker up but then remembered you  like sucking my bad
boy." Sarcastically, I go, "Oh, thank you so much!" He  says, "Well, you do
like sucking my dick, don't ya?" I frown, then chuckle,  saying, "Yeah, I
do," and suck the head into my mouth to twirl my tongue  around it. Willie
hunches over a little closer to me and puts his hands on my  shoulders. He's up
on his knees so I only need to lean my head forward a  little to get at his
cock. Willie has a good scent coming off him too so that's  nice and sexy.
I'm slurping and sucking away with saliva all over my chin as his  cock
starts getting hard. I could deep throat this cock easily but Willie pulls  it
out, muttering, "That's good," and then he grins rubbing the head of his
boner all around my mouth smearing my spit. Then some gets sucked up my  nose
and I sneeze and chuckle at the same time. Sex is so much  fun!

Willie rustles around  getting behind me, saying, "Wrap your arms around
your knees and pull your knees  to your chest." I do that and he goes, "C'mon,
do it tighter like before." I go,  "Before was two years ago," and he's
like, "I know, but go ahead." I do that and  he give me a nudge behind my head
and I roll forward so my face is on the  mattress. Willie lines his boner to
my asshole and it slides tightly up my ass  not hurting much. Well he did
get me opened-up a couple hours ago. When  he's tight against my  buttocks
and I'm moaning, "Ummmm, oooh, mmm. Oooh it's tight but it feels good.  Feels
like a long fat cucumber up there." It always feels bigger than it is.
Fully impaling me Willie wraps his long arms around me and hugs tightly.  Now I
basically can't move.

It's okay for a few  seconds and then when I try moving an arm and can't do
it, then try moving  anything and can't, panic sets in. It's called
claustrophobia and I have it. The  panic gives me extra strength so I struggle
mightily shouting, "Let me go!" That  gets Willie to hold me tighter and for a
full minute I'm totally panicked  struggling again the stronger Willie with
both of us starting to sweat. Tears in  my eyes and I'm about ready to scream
at the top of my lungs, although in this  huge house it's doubtful anyone
except Willie would hear me. I don't need to  scream though because just like
that Willie's dominance kicks-in and  submissiveness slides over my brain
which over-rides my claustrophobia and  I get docile just like Willie
remembered from last time. Now I'm floating having  given up my free-will to
Willie. He coos, "Oh, this so nice. Stay in a ball for  me," and he lets go of me.
As he moves his eight-inch boner slides almost all the way out,  but just
in time he humps it back up my ass and begins hammering that long  hard penis
in my ass.
Millions of sensations  pour out of my rectum making me shudder with
pleasure and in my trance  I wrap my arms around my legs tighter. It's a dreamy
submissive trance with  sexual pleasure that's off the charts. Willie fuck
good anyhow and he has  an excellent piece of equipment too, but the pleasure
is enhanced for me  because in my head I'm being submissive to my 'top'. On
rare occasions  an almost total stranger has brought on a submissive trance
in me, but  mostly I need to know the 'top' in order for me to slip into
submissiveness like this. Willie and Ryan being the main two in that regard,
but  Rob's managed it in small doses and even John Smith when he was drunk
managed a  little dominance during sex. I can't explain it and I've given up
trying  to.

I hear the rapid,  "Slapslapslap," sounds of Willie's body smacking against
my ass and I hear his  grunts but in submissive trances I'm a quieter
moaner than normal. Moans  of sexual pleasure are mostly involuntary anyway. I
couldn't  not do them and why would I try not to anyway? I mean it feels
otherworldly good and it's natural to vocalize that pleasure a little. There
are so many awesome sensations happening in my rectum as his long rock-hard
boner moves tightly back and forth it's impossible not to get into a mantra
of,  "Ooh, ooh, ooh," at each scintillating thrust. I lose track of time but
I'm  guessing at around the five-minute-mark Willie gasps and stops humping
his  hips to lay over on my curved back. He's sweating and breathing hard.
"Need  a break," he gasps, then, "You okay?" As soon as I say, "I'm feeling
awesome,"  my trance mysteriously disappears. Huh! Without sensing the
trance, I mutter, "I  need to straighten out now." Willie goes, "Sure, okay, but
try to keep my boner  in your ass. No quick moves."

I let go of my knees  and slowly stretch my legs out behind me feeling his
cock moving in my ass. When  I'm lying flat on my stomach he spreads his
knees and starts rapid thrusting  again and everything comes alive immediately
making me shake and shimmer with  sexual pleasure. He's driving his cock in
my ass with a more downward motion now  where before it was more straight
in. His hard long boner puts pressure on  different parts of my rectum making
my shoulders shudder and igniting my  latest orgasm. The fire burns brightly
as I push my ass up at Willie's  thrusting and he begins breathing noisily,
moaning, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna  cum," and he does humping against my
buttocks although I don't feel his load  pumping up my ass this time. He gets
a hand on each of my hips lifting and  humping and then without warming my
climax strikes and I do a muffled  squeal humping my hips with four fast
moving streaks of cum shooting out onto  the sheets. Willie lets go of my hips
and falls backwards on the bed pulling his  cock out of my ass. I roll over
away from my wet cum and breath fast and hard  for a few seconds as I shudder
a little from the after effect of  my climax that zip around my groin.
Lying apart from  Willie, my small load of jism between us, I feel so
fucking good. This sex  wasn't quite as good as the first one earlier even though
it lasted longer,  but I hadn't had an orgasm for like two days before our
earlier sex. That being  said I loved both times we did it. It was a treat
getting fucked by Willie again  and again it brings back great memories.
Granted he's not himself, but he  was pretty damn good anyway. That was a nice,
albeit abbreviated, trance and I  wish I could have climaxed while
experiencing it. Willie asks, "What are you  thinking about, Dylan?" I roll over on
my side looking at him, "I was thinking  you're a great sex partner and I was
remembering old times for you and me  going way back to the beginning."
Then we reminisce about some of our more  outrageous times together like the
time we ended up in hammocks at that sex  club. The hammocks had holes in the
bottom where older men paid good money  intending to fuck us up through the
holes. We hopped out of those hammocks when  we finally understood what was
going to happen and ran our asses off.  Another time Willie took us to this
barbershop to get flattop haircuts  not realizing the shop was outside an
Army base and we got scalped. The  shortest haircut of our lives, even worse
than the ones Ryan was giving me.  Another time everything Willie tried to do
turned into a disaster. A flat tire  he was rolling to a garage rolled over
dog shit and that got all over  his hand and every fucking thing you could
think of went wrong that  night.

He remembers stories  I'd forgotten and we get to laughing together at the
dumb things we did. The  time he took me to star in a skin flick and many
other bizarre experiences that  we always escaped from in the nick of time.
Laughing he rolls over to where  I am and then yells, "Fuck! I just rolled in
your spunk and it's cold and  sticky." We're sweaty and sticky anyway so we
decide another quick shower is in  order, but first he calls Martha and she
tells him our dinner could be ready in  a half hour. He tells her to hold it
up for another half-hour. We'll eat around  nine-thirty. I'm friggin'
starving.

In the shower we bath  ourselves quickly with Willie saying, "After those
beers at your place I  need a couple of cocktails before dinner. How 'bout
you, babe?" I nod, "Yeah,  sure. What kind of cocktail are you thinking
about?" His head's under the shower  rinsing out shampoo so I wait for him to
finish. He says, "Um, something with  whiskey like a Manhattan." Huh that what
Rob and I had the other night. Then I  wonder what Rob's doing right now?
Whatever it is I'll bet it isn't half  the fun I'm having. At this time, he's
probably in his hotel room with the fat  slob. Nah, more likely they're all
at the hotel bar talking  business.

We get out of the  shower and dry ourselves as Willie says, "Being at
Grandfather's funeral this  morning I couldn't imagine in my wildest dreams that
I'd be this happy  nine-hours later, or however long it's been. I know I've
said  this a dozen times, but thank you for being there for me, Dylan," and
he hugs me  and kisses my lips quickly. That's the first kiss on the lips
we've done since  our kiss 'hello' at my condo. I appreciate him avoiding
that. He knows Rob's my  romantic lover and the kissing Willie and I always did
when we were younger  doesn't feel appropriate now. Sure I've kissed and
even made out with other guys  but either under the influence of booze or it's
been random and short-lived for  the most part. The trouble is I really like
making-out with guys. Huh, I like it  almost as much as I like sucking
their dicks. You could say I'm deeply into  guys. There's only one special guy
though and it's, Rob, but that doesn't  mean on my own I'm not attracted to
other guys.

Willie chooses clothes  for me to wear. Some kind of light fabric the fits
me loosely top and  bottom. The top I pull over my head and the bottom has
elastic around the  waist. Comfortable doesn't do these clothes justice.
These are more like pajamas  than anything else I can compare it to, although
more comfortable if  that's possible. No underwear, just the top and bottom
and on my feet the  softest leather slippers I've ever worn. Willie dresses
exactly the same only  his, um, pajamas are blue and mine are gray. Willie
says, "I bought these to  wear on the beach when I had sunburn. The material is
so light." I go, "Very  comfortable but will the Chef be offended were
eating in what amounts to  pajamas?" He looks startled, "Offended? Of course
not. They're used to me,  Dylan. I could wear scuba gear for dinner and they
wouldn't raise an  eyebrow."

As we're going down the  front winding steps he puts his arm around the
back of my waist and gives me a  hug pulling me against him, asking, "Do you
wanna try some dildo play after  dinner? I have an electric one I've used on
myself and it's really  something..."

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

donnymumford@outlook.com


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