DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 25 (Part 2)
by Donny Mumford
Willie spits on his fingers and wets the lips of my anus, then spits on his cock and rubs the spit over the head. I think that is so considerate and so sweet of him, I mumble, "Thanks, Willie." He smiles his killer smile at me, saying, "I gotta take care of my boy," and that makes me smile because at first I think he's mocking Marco by calling me his 'boy', but then I think it's more likely he picked that up from Marco, and likes it, and will probably be referring to me that way at times. A deep submissive sensation comes over me again as I stare at Willie, it's better when I just let the feeling flow over me. Knowing what's behind some of his actions eases the way for me. Even as I say that, I know it's so corny, but that's how I feel. Willie lines up his boner head and pops it in my ass; I go "Ahhh," too loudly. Willie chuckles and pops it back out leaving me gasping again. Then he pops it back in and then right back out and the lips of my anus quiver. He does it again and my ass feels like it's vibrating. I ask, "Willie, Wha...?" but he says, "Shhh, no talking," so I get no explanation for this strange way of fucking. Laying on my back like this, holding my legs back and spread, I can look right at Willie. His cock looks hard as a bone, the head swollen with a nice rim at the neck of the head. Willie's got a flush on his cheeks as he continues the poking, just the cock head in and out of my anus. I'm soon squirming with desire on the bed, my boner so hard it aches as it lays vibrating on my stomach, hard as stone. I start to say something, but Willie snaps his eyes at me and I immediately stop; not mean eyes from Willie, more like understanding loving eyes with a twinkle, a little grin on his lips. It make me want to please him so badly I grit my teeth. The popping entries and exits from my anus have the lips of my anus in constant motion and when he pops it in me again, my anus muscles, seemingly on their own, clamp down and catch his cock head at the expanded neck and holds it in me. Willie laughs, and says, "What, are you a female dog? They capture the male's cock once he enters and won't let that cock free until the male dog deposits his seed." I'm very aroused, very hot, and can't follow what he's saying, so I just mutter, "Huh?" and Willie pushes all the way up my rectum then, all eight inches and my back arches off the bed as I moan with pleasure. My rectum doesn't even hurt; I think Willie has fucked me enough the last two days tofinally toughen my ass. It feels fantastic, and I moan quietly, "Willie, ahhhh, it feels so good, Willie..." He pumps me really hard and, like I did the other time, I drop my legs to get them around his waist, locking my ankles together. He fucks me so hard my body bounces on the mattress and I moan his name with each hump up my ass. Nothing has ever felt this good. Just when I'm about to explode with cum, Willie stops, his cock way up inside me, leaving me writhing on the bed in erotic pleasure.
My eyes have been tightly closed and my teeth are clenched. Willie has fucked me way pass a sore ass, and like he explained earlier today, it makes me want more of it. Every sensitive spot in my ass is alive and tingling with joy. When Willie stops I open my eyes and see that he's looking at me with confidence, and maybe triumph, in his eyes. I liked the loving eyes better; when he sees me watching him he does smile a small smile, and quietly says, "I love you, Dylan. You enjoying this?" I try to speak, but find my mouth is full of saliva because I've forgotten to swallow. There's a lot of drooling saliva on my chin too; I've been drooling and not swallowing during Willie's fast and furious fuck. I gulp and manage to say, "Yes," which is more an automatic response than anything else. He does what I can only interpret as a smirk, takes my hard boner in his fist and strokes it, saying, "You ready to give me ownership of your cock and balls yet?" I don't know what that means, but agreeing with Willie is all I have in my mind at the moment, so I say, "Yes, they'reyours, Willie." He's shaking his head slightly, mumbling something to himself... it sounded like something about he can't believe how something was so something, but he had a grin on his lips while he mumbled it. Maybe one of the words was "easy" or "sleazy", but it wouldn't be sleazy, probably "easy". I ask, "What'd ya say? What's easy?" He says, "No talking, remember?" I know it's goofy, hokey even, but the concept that I'm Willie's "Boy" and he's my "man" all of a sudden kinda resonateswith me; it's cool to be that tight with my boyfriend. The main thing is that I know how much Willie adores and loves me; he always has I guess. If I'd followed his lead better during our first time together, my life would have been so much different the past nine months or so. It seems he's "turned" me this time to his way of thinking. I'm wondering now if he might have right back then and I was wrong. All my childish bickering the first time we were boyfriends was probably a result of me being immature. Willie's always been way more mature than his age, and certainly more mature than me.
Willie's got his breath back; his cock feels so good filling my ass. He says, "Here we go, baby. I'm going to fuck a giant load out of these nuts," meaning mine, I think, and then he squeezes my nuts so hard I gasp, then yell out, "AHHHHH!!!" almost passing out. Willie says, "You needed that for the way you dumped me last year, and anyway, you just gave your package to me, didn't you? I can do what I want with them." He sounds mad, but nothing is registering in my brain at the moment because of the intense pain. A pain that is receding slowly. Tears run down my cheeks and my boner almost goes soft. Then Willie reaches behind him and gets a grip on each of my ankles and pulls them from around his waist. He holds my legs high and spreads them almost painfully apart, and then starts fucking me with a passion, and my cock comes right back up, and all I can think about is how fabulous this feels, and how much better it feels than Willie crushing my nuts. Everything else leaves my head, I can only think about the erotic pleasure in my ass, cock; my whole body actually. My back arches off the bed again and spit rolls down my chin. My head goes back and forth, side to side, on the mattress. The sensations shoot all over me, my toes curl and I squeal out, "WILLIEEEEEEE!" as cum pumps from my cock splashing under my chin; it keeps pumping out in shorter spurts, maybe six or seven spurts. I'm writhing so much on the bed I almost turn over onto my stomach, but Willie uses his hold on my ankles to flop me back over. Then his cock erupts with creamy cum and my ass becomes slushy and hot, very hot. My teeth are chattering and my body is experiencing electric shocks that go from my ass and cock to my stomach... it's almost painful, but stops just short of pain; it's extreme sexual pleasure and it floods all over me making the hair follicles on my head tingle. Willie continues driving his cock into my cum-drenched ass for another minute, but he's wasted too by now. Exhausted and totally sexually satisfied he collapses on top of me, and I hug him tightly. He squirms further up on the bed and I follow as he lays the side of his head next to mine, breathing hard. Both our chest are heaving and our hearts are pumping hard and fast. A short time later, when we've both calmed down a bit, Willie says into my ear, "I'm sorry I squeezed your nuts, Dylan, I really am." I can barely recall it. I say, "It's okay, Willie," sort of remembering the pain in my balls. In my admiration for Willie, I can't imagine he'd do anything to hurt me seriously. The only thing in my mind is how awesomely he fucks me, and how wonderfully he takes care of me.
Willie lifts his head, and says, "God, I love you. My dream's come true, so I promise not to do that ball busting thing, um, very often, just when you deserve it," and he laughs, rubbing my hair. You know, this time I crunched your nuts because you hurt me so much when you dumped me, baby." I say again, "Oh, I'm really, really sorry, Willie," and he goes, "Yeah, yeah... that's easy to say now, but I'mforgiving you, mostly. Anyway, I'm very tired, so let'sget to sleep." Cum is drooling out of my ass and I probably should clean-up before going to sleep, but what the hell, I'll do what he says, so I lay there with him as he pulls the covers over us. My hole is wide open, and now I realize it is really hurting again; the thrill of getting fucked covered-up the hurt, but now it's a major concern. Willie says, "Turn on your side, Dylan, I want you to go to sleep with my long cock up your ass." I say, "Actually, I'm real sore back there, Willie." He says, "Yeah, that's why we need to toughen your pussy up some more. We're going to be fucking a lot, and I can't stand the thought of you hurting while we're doing it. It feels good when I'm inside you, right?"." Willie chuckles when I simply say, "Okay, if you say so, Willie," and then I turn away from him, getting on my side. I feel his semi-hard cock push against, and into my ass and then go all the way up inside me. It slides in easily because Willie has me opened up wide and my pussy is full of his cum; that's the way I think of my rectum now:my pussy. When it's all the way up my ass and Willie's snug against my ass cheeks, he wraps his arm around my side and pumps my ass a few times, mumbling, to himself, "I never thought I'd be this successful, so quickly." I ask, "What was that, Willie? He says, "If it hurts a little now, but it toughens up because of this, we'll never need to worry about you hurting again. Right? I'm just thinking about you, Dylan." That wasn't what he just mumbled to himself, but I forget that, and whine, "I'm on my pierced ear side." Willie says, "Figure it out for yourself, boy," and the way he says it makes me feel chastised again and that now familiar sensation of being ten years old returns. I arrange the pillow so that just the top of my it head is resting on it, and it's not touching my pierced ear. Willie's easily sliding his semi-firm cock back and forth in my cum-saturated ass, and it hurts, plus his cock is getting really hard again too. But a few minutes later, I moan with pleasure, unexpectedly. Willie chuckles and rubs my head affectionately, murmuring, "You're something special, Dylan."
Willie keeps his arm over my side holding me tightly against him and it feels cozy, safe, and erotic; the hell with my sore ass. After a few minutes Willie quietly says, "I'll be good to you, Dylan, I promise, don't worry about that." I believe him, and try snuggling tighter against him, thinking: he's always basically been good to me. It's me that argues about little things that don't really matter, and I'm the one who rudely dropped him, not the other way around. And it was basically just because he had Andy on the side; hell, I've always had somebody on the side. And I will this time too, because I ain't dropping Robby, as I keep reminding myself. I need to keep telling myself that 'cause I don't want to forget it,as if I could. I fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and I wake-up only when Willie's cock slides from my ass. Oh! It doesn't hurt back there now either. Was Willie right again? Next thing I know, I roll over and see dawn is breaking over the ocean. My asshole is still slightly gaping open, totally empty back there. Nothing to do about that though, as Willie has rolled onto his back too. I roll over on my stomach next to him and put my arm across his chest, thinking back to the way Willie waschuckling when my anus muscles captured the head of his boner. He said it was like female dogs do to their canine sex partner. It makes me wonder, "Has Willie's made me his bitch by fucking me until I can't stand the thought of not being fucked by him?" And decide I'm good with that considering I will be with him after this trip, but only occasionally. Then I fantasize for a minute about leaving college and living with Willie, haha, but no way am I doing that, although all the things we'd do together would be so cool, and he could fuck me three or four times a day, like he's been doing in Key West, haha. With a chuckle, I fall back to sleep and dream that I'm in some kind of boat that's leaking.
When I wake-up again Willie's not in the bed. I hear the toilet flush and realize I need to go to the bathroom. Jumping out of bed I feel my ass and it seems normal again; likeearlier, still no noticeable hurt at all. A stark naked Willie comes out of the bathroom just as I'm going in. He says, "Good morning, baby!" His breath smellslike toothpaste and mouth wash. Seeing him brings a big smile to my lips, as I mumble, "Morning Willie." A quick kiss on the lips, then he says, "Do your stuff in the bathroom, Dylan, then I'll give you a quick morning screwing." I smile again, my dick tingling, "Oh boy, Willie!" I say, and he smacks my bare ass, adding, "Hurry-up then." I do number one and two, cleaning my asshole methodically using a damp washcloth after wiping... gotta make sure it's clean for Willie. Washing my hands and face, then brushing my teeth and gargling with Willie's mouthwash I hurry back to bed. Willie has me suck his cock into a hard, wet boner, then he tells me he wants to fucks me as I lay on my stomach. Willie's on his knees between my legs when he says, "Hunch your pussy up off the mattress, Dylan, so I can mount you easier." I wish he'd usedifferent terminology then 'mount', but do as I'm told and his cock forces itsway inside my rectum. There's no pain. Willie's finally got my boy pussy broken-in properly. It's an awesome fuck, and again I find myself drooling saliva as I moan in pleasure. That boy builds up spunk faster than anyone I know. He's fills me up again; then I think, "Except for maybe Robby, who really churns some spunk quickly too. Guess you're born with that talent." When he pulls out, he gives my ass a few hard smacks; which, thinking back to what he said about smacking my bare ass and I realize I can expect those kind of hard smacks as routine from now on. Willie sounds happy when he says, "I got your pussy just where I want it, baby. Now turn around and suck my cock clean," which I do. Everything is perfect, more or less.
Willie doesn't let me clean my cum-drooling ass before I put on the next-to-last pair of Willie's clean silk, girlie panties; I don't even think about it anymore, just put them on and let the cum drool into them. This is one of those little techniques Willie uses to keep me knowing my place, which is to say, remembering I'm the submissive member of our relationship. It helps to now understand why he does certain things. It's all part of the program, I guess. Willie pulls on the other pair of clean panties, asking, "Don't these feel great, Dylan." I mumble, "Yeah, I guess," and he goes, "Listen to me, baby. Look at me." So I quickly look over, and he adds, "When we get back home I'm going to give you a supply of panties; I want you to wear them all the time. I love the thought of you doing that for me. I'll feel connected with you even when we're apart." I don't want to do that, so I again whine, "But Willie, you don't wear them all the time," and he gets stern, saying, "Don't concern yourself with what I do, just do what I tell you." He started off stern, but brought the volume down when he adds, "Please, just do it for me, okay?" I look down, then mutter, "Okay, I will, Willie." He goes, "Promise?" and I can't help but grin and mumble, "I promise," and I say it like a little kid, which is how I feel. Willie throws me a pair of his shorts and a Polo shirt, saying, "That's my boy. Put these on and we'll have some breakfast, then see about the barbershop Marco takes his boy, Dean, to. You wearing panties everyday with your new awesome short hair will connect us even when we're apart. Like I said last night, you'll be thinking of me every time you look in a mirror and then, all day long too by enjoying the silky panties that your cock and balls will be laying in. The very same cock and balls you gave to me last night. Remember me telling you togive them to me?" Better: Remember you telling me you'd give them to me?Whoa, I feel embarrassed about that, but I mumble, "I guess," and he gets me in a bear hug, happily saying, "This is fantastic, Dylan... it's you and me, baby. I knew we could do it; I just knew it!" The finality of what he says hits home with me and worries me for a second, but it doesn't seem real somehow; the situation, I mean. This worried feeling is for real though, but I don't want to dwell on worrying right now. I want to concentrate on my totally sexually satisfied condition, which is an awesome thing.
We have a light breakfast. I don't eat much because I'm nervous about getting that severe haircut. Last night I was all in with Willie, but now I have my doubts. As we're waiting for the bill, I take a chance, and ask, "Um, Willie... ah, that is, do you think maybe the haircut Dean has is a little extreme? I mean, you said you like the feel of my hair in a crisp buzz cut and this haircut leaves only bristles. Um, ya know?" The waitress brings the check as I'm finishing, so Willie signs it, saying to me, "It's just a shorter version of a buzz cut, Dylan. It'll be fine." The waitress looks at me strangely, then walks away with the check, as Willie adds, "Anyway, it's the detailing, the razor work creating the outline... that's the best part of it. Don't worry about how short it is. Everyone will thinks it's the coolest, and anyway, the whole idea is for you to have a different haircut than most so you'll think of me whenever you look at it; but mostly, you'll get the haircut because I told you to. You do want to think of me, don'cha?" He's right, this is a perfect example of how I take a small thing that Willie wants and make a mountain out of a molehill. I say, "Yeah, you're right again, Willie," and he chuckles, mumbling, "That's my boy."
We get the guy at the front door to hail us a cab. Willie reads the address from the card Marco gave him to the cab driver and off we go, with Willie humming a song I don't know. He's in a great mood. Inside the barber shop, we see a single barber. The guy's Hispanic and young and hot looking. He looks up, and says, "Who's first?" Willie goes, "It's just him today," nodding at me. Then to me, "Hop up in the chair, Dylan," giving me a hard slap on my ass as encouragement . I jump, then reluctantly get in the barber chair and the man puts a tissue slip around my neck, then a cape, as he asks, "What's it going to be, dude?" Words catch in my throat, so Willie says, "We don't know what to call it, but it's super short all over with the hairline outlined with a razor. What's that called?" The barber's attaching a guide to his clippers as he answers, "They're all buzz cuts; it's just a matter of the length. It goes from an eighth of an inch to five-eights of an inch. Anything longer than that isn't really a buzz cut. And, I detail the hairline for all those lengths. The detailing is thirty-five dollars extra, by the way." Willie says, "No problem there." I try to say, "Let's do the half inch one," but before I do, Willie says, "Give him the quarter inch." Well, that's better than the eighth of aninch. The barber changes the guide-comb on the clippers to a thinner one and runs the clippers over my head from my forehead to the back of my head. In one minute all the hairs on top are cut to a quarter inch. I've never had shorter than a half inch buzz cut before and my reflection in the mirror makes this look really short to me. Willie says, "Excuse me, but ya better do the one-eighthinch. That doesn't look as short as the haircut a dude we saw last night had." The barber shrugs and changes the guide to a very thin one.
Willie's very chatty and upbeat, he says, "You were recommended to us." The barber says, "Oh yeah, by who?" as he recuts a line going down the middle of my scalp, and it's ridiculously short now. Willie goes, "We ran into some guys last night, had some beers with them; one of them had this haircut you're giving my boy." The barber's finished the top, but he goes over it again pressing the clippers tightly against my head. He didn't seem to think it strange that Willie referred to me as his "boy". As for me I have a strong urge to cry, like a little boy, which is again what I feel like. Is that eventually how I'll always feel when I'm with Willie?I fight the urge to cry as the barber begins shearing the hairs on the side of my head the same ridiculous length. He asks Willie, "Do you remember the dude's name?" Willie goes, "Yeah, his first name anyway; it's Dean." The barber chuckles as more of my hair slides down the cape to join the others collected in my lap; considering the short haircut I got a week ago, there's a lot of two-tone blond hair piling up in my lap. Fuck! After chuckling, the barber stops cutting to say to Willie, "Dude, that's Marco's boy. He's a regular; it's every two weeks for him, like clockwork. Marco likes his boys with short hair. He says he wants his boy to always be thinking about him." Willie goes, "Is that right?" and the two of them chat as the barber continues my scalping. Done with the clippers finally, the barber then wets all around the sides and back of my hair, then rubs shaving cream all around in preparation for the detailing with a straight razor. It makes me think of last night when Willie and I shaved each other's groin area.The barber starts in the front, and when he's done razoring across my hairline, he asks Willie, "Do ya want me to create a dramatic hairline going down from the top to your boy's sideburns." Willie says, "You're the pro, use your best judgement." The barber begins scraping my hair down to the scalp with the razor; the sound it makes shaving my hair is probably the sound of shaving when I grow whiskers, which I hope doesn't happen any time soon.
Taking his job seriously, the man doesn't nick me once. It takes a while and I sit there with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. How am I going to explain this to my friends? Or the moms? I try to recall that devoted feeling I had for Willie before this latest indignity, and I'm able to come up with some of my recent sexual euphoria. It's been a spectacular few days and Willie's been awesome; he's so hot and so special and he's explained himself completely. It's not like I don't know what he's doing, or why he does it. I can't use that as an excuse anymore. Hell, I like it, but this haircut is so different from anything I've ever had. But, why worry about a stupid haircut? I look up at Willie and he's cool as a cucumber; my heart pumps a little faster. So what if he's different from most. He's unique and he has so fuckin' many attributes that no one else I know has, and he's chosen me out of everyone he's ever met to be his number one boyfriend. Dammit, that makes me proud. Willie's worth a little awkwardness at home and college; awkwardness I'll experience because of this haircut. Sure, Chubby's going to rag on me something terrible, but only when he first sees my new haircut. He'll break my balls a little, then it'll just be taken for granted, and mom always says she likes me with short hair. And, it is a cool hair style, so why can't I be a little different?! My pep talk, to myself, perks me up and I tell myself not to pout about this; Willie doesn't want pouting from me. Like he said.. I will think of him every time I look at myself in the mirror, and I will wear his silk panties every day too. I'm going to try going along with his program, he's made it seem simple and there are benefits, haha. That's it, Dylan, I tell myself, be a little wild. Willie's not afraid to be different, he doesn't care what anybody thinks, and I want to be more like that. People admire that trait:be yourself! There, I'm feeling better... except, am I being myself or am I being who Willie wants me to be? And, another thing: he always says he wants us to have the same haircut, except he won't get this one. I'm confused about that, but I'll ask him; I'm sure there's a logical explanation. My mind's been foggy for a few days now. And, oh my God, what'll Robby say about my haircut? He likes to give me haircuts. Alright, just cool it... I'll get it back together when I'm home. Willie's just been so powerful of late; I can hardly think for myself because I'm so busy trying to please him. I gotta think about stuff soon though.
The barber razors a one and a half-inchpart at the side of my head, then says, "All done, young man" as he finishes wiping excess shaving cream from my hairline. My scalp is tingling from the detail shaving. My hand immediately goes up to feel the bristles on my head. It's a weird sensation and I blush embarrassingly. I feel so self-conscious. My face gets red and hot as I gawk at my reflection in the mirror. I get out of the barber chair and Willie rubs my head, asking, "Why ya blushing, baby? It looks hot, and you're so delicious I could just eat you with a spoon." I sneak a peek at the barber who hears all this; he's shaking his head slowly, with a smirk on his face, which gets me blushing a darker red now. Willie pays the man, then takes my hand and leads me out of the barbershop. The little boy feeling roars on me again and I squeeze Willie's hand for reassurance. He's effervescent, happy as can be. Outside he asks, "Do you like it, Dylan?" as he rubs my head again, then adds, "I love it! It's perfect for you and we're keeping it this way all summer; maybe forever, hahaha," then he stops leading me by the hand and hugs me; my body feels weak, like I have no bones. He asks again, "Don't you just love this haircut?" My little boy self is totally under his spell, so I mumble, "I guess, Willie." He laughs, pulling me against him. "You're perfect now, baby; the perfect boyfriend. Let's walk back, fuck the cab. I want to show you off to everyone in Key West." And that's what we do, with Willie frequently rubbing my head along the way, muttering, "That's just an awesome haircut, and your hickey's still big too, although it's lost it's shine. I'll take care of that later. You're my boy, aren't ya Dylan?" He's in a fantastic upbeat mood. I feel like I need him; withouthim I wouldn't know what to do next, so to his question, in a trance, I mutter, "I guess so, Willie."
It's another beautiful day in Key west and during our hand-in-hand walk back to the Reach Resort Willie decides we'll spend our last day on the beach. Inside the resort, Willie goes off to buy a USA Today so we can catch up on the Red Sox. He says he'll meet me in the suite to change into our bathing suits. I'm feeling more normal; it's only a haircut, fer chrissakes. On my way to the elevator, I run into Pedro who seems happy to see me. First thing he says is, "Dylan, I've been looking for you." I'm smiling big-time into his angelic face, as he exclaims, "Oh man, I love your haircut. Where'd ya get it?" I tell him, feeling much better about things. Hey, maybe everyone will think it's oh-so-cool. Pedro says, in his quiet, polite manner,"Um, Dylan, I, ya know, have been thinking about what we did and I've been wondering if you could give me another, um, another lesson." He's so awesome, but I have this crazy feeling of loyalty to Willie, not to mention Robby, so I say, "I'd love to, Pedro, but I've fallen head over heels for my roommate. I wouldn't feel right cheating on him... I just can't do that, although I'd love to with you." Pedro says, "Well, I see that humongous hickey, it's bigger than the first one he gave you. I guess I should have thought something had developed between you two. Key West will do that to ya. He's hot too." I go, "Yeah, he's something alright." Of course, the last time Pedro saw Willie he had to help me drag Willie to the bathroom. Pedro's too polite to bring that up though, so he just says, "I admire that loyalty, Dylan. You're a really good guy." We talk a little longer, mostly about me leaving tomorrow. I add, "Willie says we'll be back, so I'll see youagain, Pedro." Then Willie turns the corner and Pedro whispers to me, "He's cute too, Dylan. Good luck," and off he goes. Willie was looking at box scores as he walked, so he didn't see Pedro and me talking; I didn't bring it up either.
In the suite we get into our beach stuff, I put on the awesome sunglasses Willie gave me back at his place, check myself out in the mirror, and feel better about the haircut. It is cool, the hell with those who don't like it. My earrings look cool too and I'm feeling good again. I adjust my David Yurman necklace outside my t-shirt, and I'm kinda proud of myself for showing good sense about Pedro's request for another "lesson"... haha. That's funny. I look good wearing my sleeveless tee-shirt, showing off my guns. Willie takes hold of my hand, and on our way to the beach, he says, "God, that tattoo you have is so cool, I'm gonna get one for your other arm with my name on it. Yeah, something like, 'WILLIE'S BOY'. What do ya think?" I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach again, but mumble, "Yeah, I guess." "During the summer sometime," hesays, then adds, "I'll get one with your name too, so we'll be the same." Then he talks excitedly about getting a motel room in North Andover at least once a week until my semester is over. By the time we reach the beach I've promised to spend weekends with him, at least until the summer. Then, during the summer, we'll be doing trips together and I'll be staying at his house a couple of nights a week too. He's full of compliments again telling me what a great lover I am and how cute I am, and on and on.
About lunchtime I'm getting itchy again... my ass is twitching and I go, "Ah, Willie, do ya think we can go to the room, and you can, you know?" He laughs, then says, "Whatever my boyfriend needs, I'll always oblige as long as it's that." We eat lunch around one o'clock and then back in our suite Willie fucks me doggie style. Oh man, it's such a hot fuck with me stroking myself as Willie's cock is continuously rammed up my ass. My orgasm just streams out of me. The panties I wore to the barbershop absorbed the drooling cum from our morning fuck and my bathing suit is soon wet in back from the cum drooling out my ass from this latest hot fuck, and wet in front from my climax. So what if a bathing suit's wet. The cum cools off as we walk back to the beach, me feeling awesomely sexually satisfied again; that'll probably only last until before dinner when I'll hint around for another hard fucking. Hopefully this will be a four-fuck day for me and Willie. He's leading me by the hand, as usual, and that brings on a strong sense of that little boy feeling once again, so maybe this actually is going to be the way I feel all the time I'm with Willie. I know that in this frame of mind it's impossible for me to argue about anything he wants me to do; it just is. Willie's right, now that I understand it and know it's not just me that gets to feeling this way, I am enjoying the little boy feeling more and more. Like most things, when something'snew it takes a while to get used to and accept it as the norm. It stays with me all the way back to our chairs on the beach. Willie says, "Just sit in my cum and relax, Dylan. I'm gonna connect with the Cornell incoming-freshmensite." Feeling like I'm nine years old, I say, "Yes, Willie," and get embarrassed when I realize I'm talking in a little boy's voice. Willie's shaking his head at that, chuckling to himself, looking at me. I look skywardand then smile. Obviously he's chuckling because of the little boy's response I gave. Then he says, "Don't wander away, you might get lost," chuckling some more. I can't stop myself from talking like a little boy again, saying, "I won't, Willie. I promise." He makes a face at me, really laughing out loud now. Then he says, "You're really coming along, Dylan. Nobody'sgoing recognize you by the time we get back home, and he goes back to his iPad.
Sitting here I think about what Willie said, I suppose he means my haircut. Then I think about the cum in my bathing suit,remembering Willie likes his cum drying up on my asshole andon my buttocks so that I'll remember him, and I'm getting used to it now. He's training me to accept things his way, I understand that now. I look over at him and he smiles smugly at me, then asks, "Do you want a popsicle, little boy?" I blush, wondering if he's mocking me. Oh, forget it, Dylan, I tell myself. It's was a great fuck Willie just gave me and I couldn't help myself, I was all over Willie when we were walking to the beach, bumping against him... fuck, I was embarrassing myself more than anything else. At one point Willie had to clench hard on my hand that he was holding, and sternly said, "Calm the fuck down, Dylan! I'll fuck you again before dinner, and also before bed, so cool it!" That put me really deep in my little boy world and I couldn't stop clinging to him and giving him little kisses on his neck, totally not caring people were staring and whispering to each other about me. It wasn't too long ago I'd be embarrassed beyond words to do this so openly with people around, but now I only have eyes for Willie. Now I'm sittingin my beach chair pouting, because Willie's not paying attention to me, and because he may have mocked me with that popsicle comment. My arms are crossed with a pout onmy face, Willie looks over and points at me, saying, "No pouting!" Then my cell phone goes off. I haven't given a thought to calling anyone in a day or so. A nervousness comes over me as I look at the caller ID and see that it's Robby on the phone. Willie's texting with those Cornell freshmenagain, so I say, "Willie, I don't want to bother you, so I'll walk away a few steps to answer this. Is that okay?" He looks up with a smirk, saying, "Okay, but don't get lost," and my face blushes again. Walking away I answer my cell phone, wondering if this call from Robby will change everything...
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com