DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 68
by Donny Mumford
Terry and I walk the beach smoking cigarettes as he tells me about himself. We're walking, for once, without him having an arm around me and without holding hands. I've managed to retain a faint bit of submissiveness left over from Terry making-up my face and then dominantly fucking me, but it's unlikely to be with me much longer. I say that because he's still consistent with his lisping and his tendency to act swishy, for lack of a better word. Anyway 'swishy' is the word his boyfriend, Sherman, used. Apparently this behavior isn't an affectation of Terry's so much as it's simply who he is. As I keep telling myself, I've never been attracted to girlie-type gay guys before, but Terry's proven to be the exception. It's certainly something new for me, but what can I say, I think he's hot. Maybe it has something to do with his honesty about who he is and his lack of self-consciousness about it. Terry obviously doesn't feel he needs to apologize for being himself and I don't think he needs to either. He tells me his last name is 'Shaw' and he lives with his mother and father and older sister in Salem, New Hampshire. That's a mere twenty minutes from Merrimack although he's not enrolled at Merrimack. He's studying cosmetology at some Boston school and he's already completed the hair styling course and now he's studying the 'art' of applying cosmetics. I'm surprised to learn he's still eighteen because I assumed he was older. His birthday's next month. Discovering he's almost two years younger than me enhances the feelings of submissiveness in me. It's like this: allowing myself to be dominated by a gay swishy, lisping younger boy makes me gulp and feel my dick tighten as I walk next to him looking at the side of his pretty face. It's all kinda funny and weird and I'm well aware of that, but it's also sexy and fun playing along with this submissive fetish of mine. I could stop feeling submissive to him any time I wanted to, but for now I want to see what comes next. It's like a game.
I find it fascinating how random boys just seem to naturally have the kind of confident take-charge attitude that Terry has. It's like the most natural thing in the world for some people. What chemical do they have in their brains or life experiences growing up did they have that I didn't? It takes a special make up, no pun intended, to be as individualistic as Terry is and yet be comfortably confident in his own skin. He told me his parents and sister supported and accepted him as he is right from the start and I'd imagine that had a lot to do with him feeling comfortable being himself, so good for them! Terry's a sweet guy basically, a nice guy who's full of compliments. He also has a knack for knowing what gets me 'off' the hottest during our limited sexual endeavors together. Some guys are mostly interested in getting themselves 'off' and they use me to accomplish that, not that I don't enjoy it most of the time as well, but I'm an afterthought in some cases. Not so with Terry. And I've noticed a trend... when a sex partner of mine recognizes my willingness to be submissive during sex they consciously or unconsciously take up their dominance a notch or two the next time we're doing it. I thought Terry would do that too, but he hasn't. He was much more dominant that first night at the gay club than he's been since then. It's like he established who's dominant and who's submissive between us and that's that. I don't think he has it in him to be offensively dominant like some guys I've known. John in New York and Ryan's ex-roommate, Marty, come to mind immediately. The thing is Terry and I won't have enough time together for me to really know what he's all about. Sure, he lives in Salem which is geographically acceptable for dating when I'm at Merrimack, but it's wouldn't really work with me living in Framingham. And anyway I'll be in Georgia for a lot of this summer so any significant amount of dating with Terry is way out of the question.
What is a question however is would I date Terry if we were geographically suited? I don't know the answer to that, but like others I've become intrigued with in the past, Terry's uniqueness might not have much of a 'shelf life', so to speak. That's where Robby stands out, and Ryan too to a certain degree. They're consistently intriguing to me, for different reasons of course, and to use the grocery product metaphor again, their so-called 'shelf life' as far as I'm concerned doesn't have a 'use by' date. Anyway, I'm enjoying this passing fling with Terry in the present without too much concern about future encounters with him. Terry ask, "Why so quiet, Dylan?" We're down near the ocean on the wet sand walking barefoot and letting the wave's run-off roll over our feet. I go, "Nothing much, Terry. Just enjoying the nice weather tonight, and the beach and the ocean, and present company too." He goes, "That's so sweet, girlfriend. You say the nicest things," and now he puts his arm around the back of my waist hugging me against him. I glance over and ask, "What were you thinking about?" He grins, "That I'm with the cutest, sexiest boy in Fort Lauderdale, and everybody else isn't. And that I'm going to be fucking the cutest, sexiest boy in Fort Lauderdale again before the night's out." I grin, "Yeah, you probably will, won't ya?"
We walk on with Terry saying, "This might be a weird question, but are you
surprised you're attracted to me?" I chuckle, "Yep, roger that, no offense intended. I've never had sex with someone like you." He grins, "You mean someone with a lisp and all my stereotypical gay mannerisms?" I'm like, "Well yeah sure, those kind of unusual things. I guess I let stuff like that prejudice me before I met you. Um, were you surprised I agreed to have sex with you?" He shrugs, "Nope, like I told you that first night, I saw in you the hunger to have sex. Mostly you give yourself away by the look in your eyes. You advertised you're a submissive bottom boy who likes to be dominated during sex." I say, "With all due respect, Terry, that's bullshit! No way could you tell all that from my eyes. You guessed right, but you didn't know." He goes, "Have it your way, sweetheart, I'm just saying..." Taking a deep breath and letting it out noisily, I ask, "Okay, how'd my eyes tell you that?" He says, "It's a 'look'. I can't describe it though. I knew you were a really nice person too. I could tell that, and you're, um, gorgeous, so ya know, I was obviously uber interested and excited. I played it cool and blasé with you figuring what did I have to lose by following my instincts and steering you into having sex with me? It was a foregone conclusion by the time I bought that round of shots at the club that I was going to fuck you that night. Heh heh, I was celebrating my triumph with a shot of liquor before the fact." Huh, of all the fucking nerve! Well, it's not like I haven't heard similar things from other guys, but it's just hard for me to believe I'm so obvious, plus I didn't even know I wanted to have sex with him. Not consciously, so how could he tell. Oh fuck it, but I don't like thinking I'm advertising for sex. Should I change?
As if he read my mine, Terry says, "Just keep being yourself, Dylan," then, "Hey, do you hear that music?" I listen and hear some faint music, "Yeah, where's it coming from?" He says, "I guess there's a beach party further up around the bend there." We've walked past the cement structures on the beach where Willie and I had sex the other night. When we get around the bend we can see a beach party a couple of hundred yards further down the beach, but it's a small one of maybe a dozen people. Probably private too. They have a bonfire going and music playing. I'm like, "Maybe we can shag a couple beers at the beach party if we're real friendly," and Terry mumbles, "No, we're not doing that. I'm not much of a drinker. At that gay club I drank much more than normal because I was on the hunt for you," and he laughs. "That was fun." I'm like, "You don't drink?" He goes, "Hardly ever, Sherman says I'm boring." I go, "There's nothing boring about you," then, "Hey, you go to school for cosmetology and Sherman goes to a conventional college so how are you roommates?" He says, "We share an apartment like you do with that adorable Rob and your brother, who's hot too!" I go, "Oh, yeah, an apartment. How'd you guys meet?" He say, "At our high school's LGBT club. Sherman was a junior and I was a freshman. He topped me that first night and he's been doing it ever since. I think the fire's gone out between us now though. Anyway I primarily like to 'top'." I'm like, "Um, do you do a lot of screwing around behind Sherman's back?" He says, "None of your business." Yeah, he does.
It's funny that when he has his arm around the back of my waist he walks pretty much like most people. There's no 'swish' like his normal way of walking, although he hasn't lost his lisp. He steers us up to the street, lisping, "I'm tired of the beach, honey, we'll sit over there on the swings for awhile." He's pointing at the same under-maintained playground Willie and I saw that night we were together. I go, "Nah, I don't want to sit on swings," and Terry goes, "Yeah, you'll get up there and sit your ass down on a swing." Jesus, my cock tightens up as I glance at him. He looks me right in the eyes, "Come on, do what your told." Walking up to the playground I adjust my junk, looking around, and he says, "Sit on that swing right there, girlfriend, I'll sit on this one."
I'm swinging back and forth a little with half a woody in my pants as Ter ry tells me about his high school experiences and about some of the abuse his fellow students heaped on him for being openly gay. He says, "It was just a few homophobes out of almost two thousand students. The vast majority of the kids got alone fine with me. The few though caused me a lot of grief." I tell him, "That sucks! I never experienced any of that because hardly anyone I went to school with knew I was gay. Hell, I didn't know myself until the last part of my junior year." He goes, "Well, I can see that straight guys wouldn't ever think you were gay because there's nothing about you that says 'gay'. Lots of gays are like you in that regard. Fuck, some men keep their sexuality a secret forever, while others like myself are quite obviously about it." I go, "But you're saying gay guys can tell I'm gay and that I want to have sex, right?" He goes, "Not all gay guys, but some of us with gaydar, yeah we can tell." I mumble, "I don't believe in gaydar," and he chuckles shrugging. We discuss being gay for awhile and then I try explaining the reasons why I find sports interesting and he tries explaining the reasons doing makeup is interesting. We can't agree on anything along either line, but yet we admit we enjoy being with each other.
Then we swing with our own thoughts, not saying anything for a minute or so, until Terry goes, "Well, we have something more powerful that cosmetics or sports in common. We both like gay sex." I go, "Oh, sex is okay I guess,"
and he laughs. "Darling, I've never met anyone who so obviously loves sex like you do, or who gets off acting submissive like you. I like sex a lot myself because it feels good, but you totally submerge yourself in it. And no offense, but you ought to be careful about your willingness to become as submissive as you get towards a dominant sex partner." I go, "Oh yeah, why's that?" He shrugs and swings higher, the chains of the swing squeaking, "Um, you let yourself go too much, Dylan. It's very sexually attractive to your sex partner, but some guys will take advantage of you... that's all I'm saying." I ask, "Would you?" He laughs, "No, but it's tempting to be in control of a sexy beautiful boy like you. Fuck, honey, you are most gay guy's dream boy. I'll tell you something, you're by far the hottest guy I've ever dreamed about having sex with." I go, "You're full of compliments, Terry, and it sounds like you know what you're talking about. Just how many guys have you had sex with?" He mutter, "None of your business. You're the best though." I mumble, "Thanks," and he says, "I've had enough swinging to last me for quite some time. Swings are for kids... I just wanted to see if you'd do what you're told even after sex," and he gets off the swing, saying, "Come on, girlfriend." What the fuck did he mean by that? Taking my hand he starts walking us back the way we came, but on the street this time. I ask, "Where we going?" and he says, "Back to my room. Sherman never gets in before two o'clock and it's just a little past eleven." I squeeze his hand, grinning and asking, "What are we gonna do there, Ter?" Laughing, he says, "You'll see."
When we get back to where houses again line the beach on the other side of the road, Terry pulls on my hand leading me down on the beach again. This is where the good sand without the grass begins. He takes off his sandals handing them to me to carry and then tells me about this boy he was fucking in his high school sophomore year. So obviously Terry was very sexually active early in life. Lucky him, but the more he described this kid, Robert, and the sex they had together, the more Robert is sounding like submissive little old me. I asked, "Do I remind you of, Robert?" Terry says, "Yeah, of course you do, but he wasn't in your league looks-wise or body-wise. He was a short skinny kid who wore glasses and he had some acne, although not a lot. He also wasn't fully grasping the concept of deodorant back then either, but he was so submissive I thought I was in love with him for awhile." I go, "Huh," and Terry looks at me, saying, "Tonight you're going to be a new and improved Robert Douglas submissively having sex with me." I'm like, "What exactly do you mean by that?" He looks at me, "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, girlfriend, just do what you're told." Fuck, that gets my dick stiffening up again. Nice! Terry can still surprise me, and I like that.
He says, "Walk closer to me," and he puts his arm around the back of my waist again, asking, "You've probably never 'topped', have you?" I go, "Sure I have, but I like being a 'bottom' better." He nods his head, muttering, "Obviously," then he's reminiscing again, "Shit, I haven't thought about Robert Douglas in a year or more. Funny that you should be the one making me think of him because he was the least attractive of all my sex partners and you're the most attractive." I mumble, "Thanks, you're pretty attractive yourself." Glancing over at me, he asks, "You ever been tied up?" I go, "Yep," and he says, "I hate that shit. I'd never do it or let myself be tied up. There's no way I could be submissive either, although I'm not putting you down. Um, why would you let someone tie you up?" I shrug, "I like being submissive in sexual situations and being hogtied adds to the experience. It's sexy to me, although I can see why most people would disagree." He says, "I've never felt submissive or inferior to anyone." I go, "Yeah, ya said that already, I get it. Ya know, feeling submissive doesn't mean I feel inferior at all. In some ways the submissive guy is actually the controlling one, although most doms don't realize that." He says, "That sounds like a submissive person's rationalization." I mutter, "Whatever."
When we see his hotel, we head up towards the promenade. Terry takes his sandals from me, telling me, "Bare feet aren't allowed in the lobby." In the elevator on the way to the eighth floor, he says, "You're Robert tonight,
okay?" I ask, "What do I do as Robert?" Terry laughs, saying, "You kiss my ass and beg me to fuck you." Huh, like I basically did with fat Carl until I met Willie. I say, "I'm not feeling it, Terry, so I don't want to pretend I'm Robert." He goes, "Okay, I'll pretend you are." I shrug as he mumbles, "Damn, I thought I'd never love anyone like I loved him, and actually I haven't loved anyone since." At his door, standing in the corridor, Terry goes through his normal routine taking two minutes to get the key out so we can get inside. I ask, "How'd you break up with Robert?" Inside he pulls his shirt off, saying, "He broke off with me. Fuck, it was such a shock because I thought he was madly in love with me." I go, "You projected your wish that he loved you." He shrugs, "I don't know, maybe. Four-eyed Robert dumped me because he was involved with another boy. He said I didn't appreciate him enough. I guess I was taking him for granted." Then he goes, "Enough about him. Get undressed!" He drops his shorts and underwear, then kicks off his sandals and watches me get undressed.
When I'm naked, Terry says, "Now just relax and put yourself in my hands." He cups behind my head and pulls my face to his chest. I thought we were going to make-out but I guess he wants me to suck his nipple instead. With my nose against his chest his nice bodily scent fills my head and he has a hot sexy body so I'm happy to explore it with my tongue. Terry's body has a young guy's boyish aroma, natural and sexy. I much prefer that over his poor choice of cologne. I'm licking his nipple and then sucking on it as he rubs his fingers in my hair up the back of his head continuing to hold my face against his left pec. He holds my head there even after his nipple is sticking out hard. I keep sucking it and enjoying his boyish smell and sexy chest. Finally I hear him quietly say, "Lick all over my pecs and then suck my other nipple. Suck daddy's nipples." Doing long licks on his chest my face gets wet with my own saliva as Terry moves my face on his chest until my mouth is on his other nipple. I take a deep breath feeling the submissiveness descending over my brain like a slow moving coat of molasses. Then when Terry reaches down and grabs my balls in his fist and squeezes a little his
dominance is complete. I gasp but he doesn't squeeze any harder, although it's in my mind that he might. That's a dominant move and the longer I suck his nipple the deeper my submissive trance. When his second nipple is as hard as the first he moves my head down keeping my face against him, my nose dragging on his skin. I just keep licking from one side of his chest and flat stomach to the other, my tongue spreading saliva until my mouth is dry.
Feeling my mostly dry tongue on his stomach near his belly button, Terry lifts my head, murmuring, "Darling, open your mouth." I do that and he drools long strings of his saliva onto my tongue. Clear bubbly saliva. A whiny sound comes from somewhere inside of me with Terry murmuring, "Swallow that first mouthful of my spit," which I do and then he does more drools of saliva into my mouth as my cock pokes straight out hard and throbbing. Letting go of my balls, Terry gently pushes my face against his stomach again and I
lick all around and over his innie bellybutton using my new supply of saliva. With a hand on either side of my head now Terry moves my head down so my nose is in his wet bellybutton and my mouth's at the top of his red pubic hair which I begin licking flat against his belly. All around his stiff cock I lick his pubic hairs flat, then reach up to pluck some random hairs from my mouth.
I'd love to get his six inch uncut cock in my mouth, but my head is moved to the inside of his right thigh with me lapping there and my face sliding in the saliva I licked on him earlier. Terry pushes my head down between his legs so his scrotum is resting on the back of my head. He murmurs, "Drop
to your knees." I do that and he lets go of my head, then turns around bending over with his hands on his knees. His ass is touching my nose with me blinking my eyes expecting to maybe smell something like, well, like shit. Nothing like that though, just his clean scent. I spread spit over his butt cheeks and lick over his anus twice. The second time I do it, I moan as a big plop of precum drops from my cock to the carpet... splat. I shudder pleasurably at the sensations coming from the head of my hard cock. "Kiss and lick my ass cheeks, Robert." I don't even care if he calls be Robert by now as I do three or four long wet slurping kisses on each buttocks even licking down a few inches on the back of his legs, basically covering his bubble-butt ass with saliva.
Terry reaches back with both hands now and spreads his buttocks. I lick over his asshole again, and up and down his short ass crack before concentrating on just his anus. Sucking and licking it until my tongue can get inside his rectum, by nose firmly between his buttocks. Terry lets go of them and both butt cheeks close on my nose as my tongue darts in and out of his asshole. A minute or so later Terry's body gets stiff, he moans and steps away. I sit back on my ankles licking my lips, saliva all over my face. I take a few deep breaths stroking my cock and a long drool of precum hangs from the pee slit for a few seconds and then drops wetly onto the carpet between my thighs. Terry turns around with his hard cock in his fist, mumbling, "You're better than Robert ever was on his best day," then his shoulders do a little shudder as he steps in front of me letting go of his cock. It's not hard enough yet to stick straight out like mine, but it's a legitimate boner. I take it in my fingers, stroke it a few time, and then suck it into my mouth on my tongue. Sucking and licking the head for a minute I can feel it getting harder and increasing in girth so I take the shaft in my mouth and push my head against his wet pubic hair with his cock going into my throat. Terry grunts, cups behind my head and moves his hips smoothly fucking my mouth and throat.
I'm dizzy with submissiveness, my nose bounces against his belly as Terry thrusts his cock back and forth in my throat. He does five or six fast humps into my throat and then moans holding my face tightly against him humping
against it with creamy spunk shooting down my throat, then another good long shot of cum with Terry groaning, his head back and his hips still humping against my face. Needing oxygen my body shakes as I'm gagging on his cock with my hips thrusting and cum shooting from my cock straight out between Terry's legs, then another good string of fast flying cum leaves my quivering piss slit. A long, "Ooooh," from Terry as he steps back pulling his cock from my throat and mouth with a string of creamy cum dropping from the head of his cock to swing down across my chin. He walks backwards until he hits the side of the bed and then sits down on it, then lays back moaning with his still hard cock sticking up. I'm stroking my cock slowly and tightly, then I lay back on the floor and breathe deep breaths. As usually happens, after effects of my climax sizzles around my groin feeling really tantalizingly sexy for a few seconds before leaving the building.
Neither of us says anything for maybe two minutes and then Terry sits up shaking his head, mumbling, "What a climax, holy shit. Oh man, Dylan darling, you are fucking habit forming." I've heard that before from someone. I'm in my usual fog, but feeling good, although maybe a little disoriented. Terry says, "Come on up on the bed with me," so I stagger up thinking about licking Terry's body which makes me stroke my cock as few more times before plopping down next to him. His arm goes around the back of my neck and he pulls my head over to his so we're forehead to forehead, "That was amazing. You're truly a sexy boy, Dylan," and he kisses my lips. I kiss back still feeling like I'm floating and lightheaded. Terry pulls me back so we're laying side by side on our backs with out feet on the floor. We both do a couple
more deep breaths and then he rolls over on top of me, murmuring, "I think I'll keep you, and lock you in a closet or something." I grin, "Okay, Terry," and he says, "Seriously, sweetheart, that was truly awesome. I've had about twenty orgasms in different guys' throats, but nothing like tonight. Well, half my orgasms went down my boy, Robert's, throat, but never a climax
like I had a minute ago. Wow, I thought my balls were coming out through my dick. Ha ha, I loved the way you licked my body too. Do you do that often?" Still a little dizzy, I ask, "Lick your body?" and he laughs, "No, not mine, anyone's body?" I go, "Oh, no, not too often, but I've done it with my
boyfriends a few times." He sits up, "Your boyfriends? You have two boyfriends at the same time?" I shake my head, "I meant, my boyfriend." I don't want to go into the Rob/Ryan situation right now.
Terry stands in front of me and pulls me up holding onto both my hands, saying, "Come on, we're taking a shower." We walk into the bathroom with him saying, "That's awesome oral sex, and it was exactly what I had in mind, really! You were spectacular. I love me some submissive bottom boys, and you'd be hard to beat, girlfriend." It sounds funny him saying stuff like that with a gay lisp. It almost makes me laugh, but I don't want to hurt hits feelings. I mean, he says that stuff as if he's 'mister experience' and I'm his protege, when the truth is he still eighteen and I'm much more experienced than him. I don't laugh, just grin to myself as I sense my submissive fog lifting quickly. We're in the shower stall together under the flow of water and this is the second time I've been in this shower. As we wash ourselves, Terry says, "I'm still gonna fuck you doggie style like I told you earlier, and it'll be outside in the night somewhere. That adds a little danger to it, don't ya think?" I mutter, "I guess so." It's a fast shower and we're out of the shower drying ourselves in about three minutes.
After getting dressed, Terry says, "Sit down over there at the desk again,
girlfriend, I want to practice applying lipstick." I go, "Oh no, not again. You did that already, Terry." He opens his cosmetic case, saying, "Just sit down at the desk like I said!" Hmmm, that was cool. I sit as he drags another chair over and sits on it, telling me, "Turn your chair sideways facing me with your head up a little and your lips slightly parted." I do that as he's looking in his cosmetic case, then he glances over at me, "Just part your lips slightly, please. Not like you're panting." Gripping my chin with his left hand, he gets his face close to mine applying lipstick, saying,
"Wasn't it sexy at the gay club when I made you lay the side of your head on my shoulder?" I nod my head, "Don't move your head! Now I've got to start all over again." He uses facial cleaner to remove the lipstick, and starts again. He's concentrating on what he's doing as he quietly says, "That's the kind of thing I like to do, ya know. Make a submissive bottom boy do something awkward like lay his head on my shoulder just because I tell him to. It gives me a hard dick sometimes. That's especially true when the boy initially dismisses me as a swisher like you did at the pool." He leans back looking at his handiwork and I go, "I didn't dismiss you. I thought you were a cute and good looking with a hot body. Sherman told me you were a swisher." He's like, "What? He said that to you?" I go, "Well, yeah, but he said it when you were with us too."
Terry makes a 'face', muttering, "I wasn't listening to him at the pool because I was gawking at you, and then your boyfriend swam up and I'm like, holy shit!. So I missed asshole Sherman's comment." I say, "I asked you about your lisping and girlie mannerisms that night at the club and it didn't seem to bother you." He's removing my lipstick again, doing it kind of roughly, saying, "I didn't appreciate you saying that, but you were being so submissive to me, doing everything I told you to do, I let it slide instead of punishing you. And, well, also I was kinda overwhelmed that I had someone as hot as you under my total control." I go, "Ha! I wasn't under your total control, I was under my total control enjoying myself. As soon as Connor showed up and told me about Rob, I was outta there." He says, "Be quiet", and begins applying lipstick again, pink this time. Concentrating again, he goes, "Yeah, you took off but if I told you to stay you would have." I blurt out a laugh and the lipstick streaks up my cheek which makes me laugh harder. Terry tries to be pissed off but he ends up laughing too. He goes, "Oh fuck this," and cleans my face then puts his cosmetics away, "What you're telling me, Dylan, is you only act submissive when you want to. Is that it?" I nod, "Yeah, that's right. I find it sexually stimulating, but I'm not taking anything away from you because you do the dominant stuff good and you're nice about it. Some guys are basically pricks or sadist. That won't work for me." He grins, "How about if I give you a hard spanking for your bad behavior?" I shake my head, "Nah," and he grins again, saying, "I could if I wanted to, ya know?" I shrug.
We both stand up as Terry asks, "Can we get together again after tonight?" I shrug again, "I'm not sure, but I'd like to." He goes, "Me too!" then, "If anything is still open at midnight lets get something to eat and drink, some place on the promenade." I nod my head, "Sure, okay, there are pizza joints open," and he says, "My treat since you refused to let me buy you a gift." I go, "Okay," and with Terry holding my hand again, we walk down the corridor to the elevator passing a group of college-age guys. One of them asks, "Having a good time, girls?" Terry lisp, "Yes we are, now that that's been cleared up, could you go fuck yourself?" and a couple of guys laugh with one of them saying, "That's what it looks like we'll need to do if we want to get laid during spring break." That gets a chuckle from Terry, who lisps over his shoulder, "Good luck with that." Outside we walk on the promenade smoking and commenting to each other our evaluations of how sexy or not sexy the guys we pass are, and then get silly giggling and claiming that the goofiest looking guys are sexy hot. "Oh sweetheart, look at the extremely overweight fellow in the wife-beater t-shirt showing off his hairy back," and I'm like, "Oh shit, I'd go down on that sexy thing in a second." We laugh, then Terry says, "Here, lets go inside this place."
It's a Greek pizza place selling a lot more than pizzas. Their menu above the counter has about a hundred different selections. We order a cheese pizza, grab two sodas out of the cooler and sit at a table. The place is crowded with many college students, most of them drunk or high. Everyone is loud yelling back and forth, mostly good natured insults disparaging their various colleges. Terry lean his head over so I can hear him, and says, "I think I'm going to fuck you bareback after we eat. It'll be the first time in my life doing that, but since you suggested it I might as well take advantage of the opportunity." I shrug, and he asks, "Will it be the first time for
you?" I go, "Well technically, no, not the very first time," and he's like, "Why do you want me especially to fuck you that way?" He's fishing for compliments like most 'tops' tend to do. Pretending I'm being serious, I say,
"Because you really know how to get a guy off and I want something uniquely special to remember you by." He goes, "That is so sweet of you, girlfriend. And let me tell ya, you've got a good pussy for fucking too, so give yourself a little credit. You bring out the best in me." Huh, was I ever that naive when I was eighteen?
Terry hints for more compliments of his sexual prowess which I come up with and then feel bad putting him on like this. On the other hand he does fuck good so what's the harm in laying it on kinda thick. Terry's looking smug now, but it's a cute smug and I reach over to rub his head. I really like his awesome pale red hair that's very soft. I'd love to give him a haircut, except he obviously just got one. Probably just before spring break. Anyway I tell him how good I am at giving haircuts. I figure he won't be far away while I'm at Merrimack the last three and a half weeks of sophomore year, and maybe he'll get his next haircut from me. I finish telling him about it, saying, "Truth is I'm an awesome barber, Terry," and he's like, "Really? Why didn't ya say something earlier?" I go, "Ah, you've been to barber school and I taught myself so I figured you wouldn't be too impressed." He chuckles, "Well, a self taught barber is very different from a hair stylist who graduated from a hair styling school with a license, but I'm glad you have an interest in hair." I come right out with "I love giving haircuts. Could I give you your next haircut?" He says, "Oh, huh, well maybe," and our pizza number is called. Terry says, "I'll get it," and he does. He paid for the pizza and cokes when we placed the order.
We eat the pizza, that's only average tasting, while Terry tells me the difference between a barber and hair stylist, which turns out to be primarily women's hair styles. I have zero interest in that. Less than zero, but I listen politely not saying much. This average pizza gets eaten down to the last slice which I reach for and Terry grabs my wrist and pulls my hand over so he can bite the point off the slice. I tried as hard as I could to keep him from pulling my hand over but he was stronger. I'm like, "Holy shit, Terry, where'd ya get your muscles?" He says, "What, a swishy boy can't be strong?" I shake my head, "That's not what I meant," and he grins, "My dad owns a construction company and I've worked for him during the past five summers. It's a ton of heavy lifting, girlfriend, a ton every fuckin' day." Huh, what impresses me about that is his dad taking Terry to work, with construction workers no less, knowing Terry's a gay boy with girlie overtones. I want to ask how his fellow construction workers accepted him the first summer especially, but I don't. That'd be a little insulting, but Terry's still full of surprises.
Back outside he says, "We're going down on the beach again, sweetie." I take an exasperated breath, mumbling, "Sweetie? Really?" He says, "Really! On the beach," so I follow him down where he hands me his sandals to carry again. He lights both of us a cigarette in that flamboyant way he does things, then taking my hand, saying, "Down by the water." As we walk, I'm like, "Terry, you can't fuck me on this beach, there's too many guys walking around drunk." He pulls me to him and puts his hand behind my head and we do a really sexy wet kiss with lots of tongue involvement. He's initiating everything again as he gropes my crotch and squeezes my ass. My arms are around him holding us chest to chest with my cock getting hard. He rubs my boner making me moan into his mouth and then the sides of our faces slide together and I find myself clinging to him. He really gets me sexually aroused and now I want him to fuck me again. "Terry, are you ready to do it?" He says, "Calm down, I'll tell ya when," and takes my hand. We walk on the beach near the ocean and again the waves are rolling out on the wet beach rolling over our feet before being captured by the undertow and getting dragged back into the ocean.
Finished our cigarettes,Terry says, "There," pointing to a sand dune. I look at it, then him, asking, "What?" and he pulls on my arm, "This way, Dylan." The sand dune forms almost a horseshoe with the open part facing the rolling ocean. Terry goes, "Your gonna get some sand on you, sweetie, but that can't be helped. Get down on your hands and knees with your rear end up like ya really wanna take it up the ass." As I get on my hands and knees I hear laughing and then a girl say, "Toby, you shit! That was my beer." A guy says, "Keep it down you drunken bitch," and it sounds like they're five feet away. I look up to Terry, who's standing there. He gives a wave and a girl says, "Hi, you lost?" Terry says, "Nope, just gonna take a piss when you guys get past." The guy laughs, "Don't be shy, Sheila's seen many a penis," and another guy laughs with a girl saying, "You're such a fuck, Mike," and I hear a slap and more giggling but they're past us now. I go, "Terry, we can't fuck here," and he's like, "Sure we can," and he pulls my shorts down. Well actually they're his shorts, but I'm borrowing them. He pats my bare ass and then, "SMACK. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK," then stops because I'm moving away from him in the sand quietly going, "Dammit, Terry, that hurts. You don't know your own strength." He snickers a little, and says, "Yeah, I know my own strength," and then, "SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK" and I crawl away again, screaming, "Fuck! Stop it!"rubbing my stinging butt cheeks that feel hot. He says, "Sorry, I just wanted to see how many smacks on your ass before you complained. You can spank me if you want." I ask, "Can you see anyone?" His eyes just reach over the top of the dune. He goes, "Yeah, there's some people on the other side of the street looking this way. They heard your girlie screaming." I go, "It wasn't girlie, it was regular screaming." Still looking across the street, he mumbles, "There's a convenience store on the corner that's still open. Oh yeah, the sign says they're open twenty-four hours. A car just drove up." I try pulling my shorts up, but he giggles and pulls them down again and, SMACK!" I yelp, and Terry's like, "Be good, girlfriend," and he walks around in front of me pulling his fly down. He pulls his limp dick out and drops down to his knees waving his cock around my mouth, then drags it across my lips. He says in a funny lisping way, "Come on, sweetie, open up for daddy's cock." I take it in my fingers, mumbling, "You're weird, Terry." He messes my hair saying, "Yes I am, but I'll soon be getting my dick sucked."
I reach inside his fly with two fingers and drag his nuts out to lick, some of his red pubic hairs are tickling the side of my lips as I suck and lick his nuts, then I'm sucking on the head of his cock, and holding it with my fingers I suck some of the shaft in my mouth. When his cock gets firm enough I let go of it and drop my hand back on top of the sand. Sucking and licking on two thirds of his cock I decide I'm not taking it my throat this time, I just want to suck a nice hard boner on him. Terry rubbing my head, moaning, "Aaah, aah, ooh ooh, hmmm, yeaaah, sweeties, suck my dick." When he
starts humping his hips a little pushing his boner against the back of my throat so I move my head away and his hard cock slides out of my mouth with
precum drooling down my chin. Terry says, "Goddamn, you suck cock good, Dylan," and he walks behind me. When we came inside this horseshoe dune I'd dropped our sandals and now Terry's just noticed his are laying upside-down in the sand. He goes, "Damn, Dylan, don't get sand on my Birkenstocks!" I'm like, "On your what?" and he goes, "My fucking sandals. They cost a hundred and thirty bucks. Put them on top of your sandals." I do that, chuckling to myself because Willie bought me these sandals and they cost more than Terry's. Heh heh.
With his sandals out of the sand, Terry moves the head of his boner around my butt cheeks leaving a trail of precum wetness in it's wake and then he drags it across my asshole and up my crack, murmuring, "This feels good without a condom. Extra sensitive without the nipple of a condom interfering." He plugs the head in past my sphincter and I go, "Ooh!" Terry whispers, "I hear more people walking by, shhhh," then he giggles, "This is so cool," and he rubs his hands up my sides and squeezes my shoulder giving me chills making my shoulders shudder. He goes, "You love being touched, don'cha?" I whisper back, "Can you still hear people talking?" He goes, "They're past us now," and I sarcastically ask, "Maybe you can find a spot on the beach where there are more people walking by, something a little more out in the open, ya know?" He chuckles, "It's that fucking convenience store. Anyway everybody is still out and about at this time of the night during spring break." I take a deep breath and let it out slowly determined not to delay this with anymore talking from me. If someone just peeks over this dune it'll be the most embarrassing moment ever!
Terry pulls his cock out and smacks my ass, "SMACK!" saying, "No more negativity from you, girlfriend." and I go, "Ow." He plugs his cock back in roughly and my back arches a little with me moaning, "Mmm, Terry," and he goes, "Shh," leaning into me pushing his cock up my ass. Now I forget all about the foot traffic going by us six feet away. Man this feels good. Jesus! That's a nice boner on Terry. Not so big my rectum gets stretched out of shape or so long it tickles my tonsils. It's a good boner for fucking and it's getting my shoulders shuddering again. Terry's red pubic hairs tickle my buttocks and then he's flat against me massaging my shoulders again, asking, "Feel good, girlfriend?" Another shoulder shudder as I mumble, "I'm not your girlfriend, but yeah, it feels awesome." He humps against my buttocks, saying, "I love this bareback feel," and he pulls his boner back and slides it right back in as I'm moaning, "Mmmm, ooh, nice, Terry." Cupping my shoulders he begins smoothly moving his hips and the delicious feeling of getting fucked up my ass soon has me squirming like crazy, moaning and arching my back and moving my head around. Goddamn that feels good! Sometimes it hits me hotter than other times and this is a good one.
As he pounds his boner up my ass I drop my head between my arms concent rating on how good it feels inside me. My rectum glows with sexual pleasure. It's so sexually hot I need to consciously try keeping my moans of intense sexual pleasures low so they can't be heard outside the dune we're in. Terry's slamming his bare hard boner up my as so hard I'm sliding forward in the sand with every thrust. He's making an audible, "Umpt," with every hump and it's almost sounding like a constant, "Umpt! umpt!umpt!umpt!" he's thrusting so fast. My boner gets incredibly tight moving away from my body to stick straight down barely moving as I'm rocked forward with each slam of his swollen cock inside me. It's like five minutes of sexual ecstasy for me with my orgasm teasingly almost there as my moans become whines of desire until my body gets so stiff I can't even blink, humping my hips I squeal, "Eeeee, aaah," with cum shooting from my cock directly down in the sand splashing on the front of my knees. Then another streak of cum with me only able to make a gasping wheezy sound with star bursts going off behind my eyes. There's a delicious almost painful sensation around my groin with my rectum buzzing sizzling sensations that combine with untold other tingling all over my body causing a shudder that drops me to down on my forearms. Terry's whining himself now as he drops on my back with his arms around my chest and wildly thrusts his boner in my ass as my orgasm sensation fly around and begin quickly fading. I'm limp as Terry now becomes stiff hugging me, whining with his crotch flat against my ass humping against it and I feel a sharp spike of his cum hit the wall of my bowels and then it's slushing full thrusts of his boner as he gasps. Some of his spunk drools out of my ass and rolls down the inside of my legs.
Breathing noisily Terry's still laying on my back, his cock still up my ass and now I hear the world around us drifting into my consciousness again. The sound of waves hitting shore and squeaking seagulls and people's voices. I'm like, "Oooh, oh my god, that was amazing, Ter." He gasps again, pulling his cock out of my ass, then, "Oh fuck, I almost passed out. Are you okay?" I nod my head muttering, "Yeah, fuck though, what a climax." He smacks my ass and then pulls up my shorts which are immediately wet with his cum drooling out. I flop over sitting in the sand watching him put his cock away and zip up. He reaches a hand down and I take it pulling myself up. "Come on, girlfriend, lets get out of here." We walk down towards the water and then Terry abruptly stops, "Dylan, go get our sandals." It's only been a couple of days but Terry's already completely comfortable sending me on an errand like this. He's shown glimmers of dominant behavior other times too obviously, but never to the extent of our first night together. I jog back to get the sandal kicking up dry sand that sticks to Terry's cum on the back of my legs.
Back near the water I go to hand him his sandals and he says, "No, you carry them," then he hands me a lit cigarette. I mutter, "Thanks." We stand there smoking and looking at the waves breaking on the shore. With exhaled smoke coming from his mouth and nostrils, Terry says, "You might have ruined my future sex life," and I go, "How's that?" He takes a deep breath and lets it out, looks at me grinning and lisping, "I've never had climaxes with anyone like I have fucking your submissive ass. It's like perfect and I'll probably never see you again, or maybe once more." I mumble, "Bull shit, Ter. The way you fuck you'll have no shortage of sex partners as good as me or better." He says, "Not like you, but come on, lets get off the beach." We walk up towards the street with Terry hugging my shoulders, saying, "I'll have sex partners, but will they be as submissive to me as you? The answer to that is, not likely. God, I loved the way you act submissive, girlfriend. It's such a high! Fuck!" I shrug and his arm drops down around my waist now for a hug there, pulling me against his side. I don't know what to say except, "I'm not your girlfriend. Other guys won't like hearing that either." He laughs, "It's just an expression, Dylan. Swishy gays call gay guys 'girlfriend'. Haven't you ever heard that?" I go, "Nope, I guess I don't get around much." He laughs again, then mutters, "You get around."
On the street we step on the cigarette butts and start walking towards our
hotels. His is first and when we get there he asks, "Do you think we can get together when we're back home?" I say, "Don't know, Terry. You've got my
number, so call me some time." He nods his head, then rubs mine smiling at me, "This has been so special to me, sweetheart. I can't begin to tell you how special." I go, "It's been special for me too. It's fun acting submissive for you. You're hot, Terry, you really are." He grins, "To you I am I guess, but others haven't noticed that yet." There's an awkward silence until he asks, "You ever wear a dog collar? That's what I'd love, having my girlfriend on a leash." I go, "Nah, I'd never go for that, and I'm not a girl." He laughs, "What's your hang up with that girlfriend thing. It's just what gays say," I go, "Not this gay, but call me sometime, Terry," and I kiss his lips. "I gotta go, you're awesome, Ter." I drift away looking back for a few seconds... he gives me a wave, then blows me a kiss. Looking where I'm going now I think back on that last fuck smiling. Damn, that was hot!
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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