DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR
Chapter 77
by Donny Mumford
During the early part of our drive home Robby's reliving the glory of his home run and the team's victory. "Yeah, Dylan, winning that last game of the season was a much needed morale lift for the team. At the start of the season we thought we were much better than a .500 team, and than we needed to win today's game just to get to .500. The freshman players I told you about will add some pop to our lineup next year so those of us returning are kinda pumped about that." He goes on to describe some key plays in the game. I was there and saw the whole game in person, but I'm not gonna rain on his parade by reminding him of that. I'm also a wee bit concerned about Robby health, he looks pale and he's blowing his nose a lot. Finally, when we're near the end of route 125, his excitement about the game gives way to his cold. After sneezing, he mutters, "Damn, my head aches. It's this fucking cold. Would you mind driving?" "Of course not, Rob. Pull over to the breakdown lane and we'll switch places." We didn't leave North Andover until after five o'clock so we find ourselves in heavy rush hour traffic. When I'm in the driver's seat I reach over and feel Robby's forehead, then drag my hand up and back through his short flat top haircut grinning, and mumbling, "You look so cool with the flat top, Rob." He smiles, "Thank's babe. Do I feel hot?" I shrug, "Your forehead feels pretty much like it did last night, maybe less hot than last night, but you definitely have a little bit of a fever."
Looking in the rearview mirror I'm waiting for an opening in the line of traffic. When I see a small opening I get us back into the flow of traffic with an asshole behind me blowing his horn at me and me waving at him holding up my middle finger. Robby lays his head back on the seat with his eyes closed. Glancing over at him I have to smile 'cause Robby's so good looking. It just makes me smile knowing he's my boyfriend. Stopped at the traffic light right before the ramp for route 93, I quietly say, "Hey, Rob, you should probably put your seatbelt on. This traffic is a little out of control." Then ask, "Did you take Tylenol or anything?" He snaps the seatbelt in place, mumbling, "Yeah, I took a couple of Advil in the locker room. This thing I have with and runny nose and all is no big deal, babe. Mostly I'm tired." The light turns green, and as we're moving again, I ask, "Do you have a sore throat?" He blows his nose, "Nope, just a headache and a runny nose. Would you mind if I kinda took a nap?" I shake my head, murmuring, "Not at all, a nap's a good idea, boyfriend," and he mumbles, "Sorry about sticking you with this fucked-up traffic." Someone else blows their horn and then there's the sound of a fender bender behind us as I'm merging onto the ramp for 93. I need to negotiate another slow merge at the bottom of the ramp before I'm rolling along heading for route 128.
Robby goes to sleep almost immediately. I don't want to disturb his nap so I keep my cursing at other drivers to a minimum, doing it mostly under my breath. After giving and receiving a number of middle finger salutes, and getting cut-off twice, I make my way over to the right hand lane and onto the ramp for route 128. Then it's stop and go traffic for maybe ten miles before the traffic flow settles in at around fifty miles an hour, which is fifteen miles an hour under the speed limit. Man, this is a frustrating drive with all these nitwits changing lanes and tailgating. To get my mind off the traffic, I try figuring out Ryan's change in demeanor during the last hour or so before Robby and I left for home. It was noticeably different from earlier in the day when he was routinely confident and in-charge, basically like he's been ever since the fuckwad fiasco. He claims fuckward is his last dominate sex partner... ever. From now on if he's in a sub/dom sexual situation he's gonna be the dominant partner. He most definitely was in-charge of the situation this morning giving me this ridiculous haircut. On the plus side, I had an awesome spontaneous orgasm compliments of my haircut fetish, but I was not a happy camper about the way my haircut turned-out. I bitched about it a little and Ryan shrugged and kind of smirked, then he had the audacity to say he intentionally cut my hair to match the haircut on a hung-ho marine in a movie we both saw on HBO. Well, ya know, of all the fucking nerve, except my submissive side kinda liked the way he handled that and I respected his confident manner. Then he was mildly dominant again when we fucked doggy style, and that got me off good too. So I hate the haircut but loved the spontaneous orgasm and the doggy fuck. I guess I'd have to admit, except for the fact I look like a marine recruit now, I had a really sexy-hot morning with Ryan. Nothing out of the ordinary for the most part, but thinking back on the day, like I said, his demeanor changed noticeably later on.
It couldn't have had anything to do with us splitting up at the baseball park. He had to do his duties as equipment manager for the team and I simply
was a spectator from the bleachers. After the game Ryan and I hooked-up again and chilled-out at the apartment waiting for Rob to break away from the team's victory celebration. Ryan mostly talked about this summer. He became defensive and somewhat nervous while describing his parents' stand on attending church services. Apparently I'll need to wear a suit and tie to church on Sundays and there's something called church school we'll also need to attend on random Wednesday nights. He sensed I wasn't too thrilled about any of that so he downplayed it and tried emphasizing the positive aspects of me spending the summer with him in Georgia. His presentation was anything but confident, and I almost got the sense he was lying when he described weekend trips to Disney World and other spots of interest. It appeared to me that Ryan became less and less confident about this summer the more we talked about it. It's like he's realizing how close we are to actually beginning our summer in Georgia.
By the time Robby and I were driving away in the pickup for home Ryan seemed, I don't know, lost somehow and maybe worried. Worried about what, I have no idea. All I know for sure is he was far from the confident dominant guy he was earlier today. For example, when Robby frowned at my haircut asking Ryan if the clippers slipped out of his hand, Ryan was like whining that he did the best he could. I could see Robby felt bad for him so he dropped the topic. There's has to be an unknown side to Ryan's life, and I'm curious about what it is. And what was it in his past that made him feel he deserved to be treated like shit by various dominant sadists, and why does he tell me all the time he can't believe I feel about him the way I do? It's like he has a very low opinion of himself at times. As far as I can tell he's never had any fun or friends while growing up, so now it's like any good thing in his life makes him so happy it's kinda weird. While he's not consistent with it, at times Ryan has an appealing dominant demeanor that I like. His dominant side has mellowed significantly from our early days together, but so has my idea of what constitutes good sub/dom sex. I don't go along with any kind of extreme dominance now. Marty's sick dominance, for example, had an extremely short shelf life before I said, 'NO!' and then we had the quick fight. Also, there are times when I wonder if Ryan's imitating being dominant... mimicking what he feels are acceptable aspects of what he's experienced in the past. Aspects that Ryan feels are acceptable to me specifically. If so, that would be 'role playing' rather than Ryan's natural in-charge persona. Role playing is okay for maybe an hour or two, but certainly it won't hold up for ten straight weeks.
Oh, fuck it, I can speculate all I want about what makes Ryan tick, but I won't know the real story unless he tells me outright, or I find out for myself this summer. Discovering what's behind Ryan's sometimes quirky and uneven disposition is intriguing to me. Of course there's the possibility I won't know anymore about him after the summer than I do now, although that's an extremely unlikely possibility. I have some love in my heart for him and I really like him as a friend, but at the same time I can't imagine my feelings for Ryan ever approaching the level of feelings I have for Robby. Speaking of him, I can't help but smile again just glancing over at him sleeping. He's sexy-cute and handsome without any of the mixed signals I notice from Ryan. They're both more responsible and mature than me, but at the same time they can also be boyishly innocent and naive as well. It's a good combination of personality traits, but with Ryan there's an additional mysterious something extra that I can't put my finger on. I get the feeling he's acting sometimes, or like I said, role playing. Robby's not acting about anything, certainly not where he and I are concerned. Plus, there's that small
matter of him confessing he's been in love with me before we even met. That would be a long time to be acting. I know I'd still be in love with Robby even if he stopped loving me. I mean, I can't simple erase everything we've been through together for three years now. Our mutual experiences together had a lot to do with me falling in love with him. What would it be like having a broken heart I wonder. You know, a broken heart if Robby were to hold my hands between his and tell me how sorry he is but he's in love with another and he needs to break up with me? Jesus, what's wrong with me!? Why am I even thinking that fucked-up thought? Just thinking of that possibility brings tears to my eyes. Get a fucking grip, Dylan! My mind's been all over the place during this hideous drive, but the bottom line is this: I believe Robby's exactly who he appears to be, while I'm not sure which Ryan is the real one. Maybe I'll find out.
I'm wiping my eyes with my wrist after my stupid broken-heart thought. Then I glance quickly at Robby to be sure he's still napping and didn't see me tearing-up. Okay, I need to try thinking more positive thoughts. Here's an immediate positive thought: I'm turning on to route 9, which means we're ten minutes from my condo. Yeah, that's a very good thing because this drive home has sucked. I can't even imagine needing to make this drive every fucking weekday. All the cars around me on the highway were driven by people coming home from work. All those poor bastards have to tolerate this ride five times a week... gruesome thought. Getting off route 9 and driving up our street, I'm feeling oddly better about this Georgia trip. I'm just realizing how deeply in love with Robby I am and that reinforces the premise that our love can endure a separation, and maybe even create a stronger bond between us. I'm encouraged by that because I actually wanna do the Georgia thing, but without having any doubts about it negatively effecting Robby's and my relationship. Danny's a good kid but I don't see Robby changing his mind about me, not for Danny. I know Robby wanted to continue our engagement thing, only dropping it because that's what I wanted. Our love's as strong as ever. I wouldn't attempt this ten week separation if I had any doubts about Robby's love for me.
So yeah, I'm interested in finding out what's up with Ryan, but that's not the primary reason I'm spending most of the summer with him. I'm doing it expecting the experience will force me to become more mature, which is my ultimate goal. Except for Ryan, I'll be without friends and family in a completely unfamiliar situation, so ya know, I'll need to deal with it. Now Ryan, on the other hand, has the mistaken idea me going with him to Georgia is primarily about sub/dom sex. Him being in-charge', in his mind, will satisfy my desire for sub/dom sex so I won't hook-up with someone like Marty. That's preposterous to begin with! First of all I'd never allow myself to get into a relationship like he did with Marty. I'm not that needy. Secondly, I've never searched out anyone for sex, submissive or otherwise. It just happens on it's own, or it doesn't. That's the way it's always been with me. Sure, I'm reckless at times like the ill-conceived trip to New York, but I extricated myself from that situation as soon as it got nasty. The situation with Marty was the same thing. I was intrigued by the level of dominance he could turn on, but only for a short while and then I ended it when I didn't care for the direction it was headed. Ryan assumes I could fall into the traps he's fallen into, but that's simply not true. For one thing I haven't experienced whatever it was that caused his low self esteem. The sub/dom thing for me has always been about sexy fun and nothing more. I think it's fun to be submissive to someone who's sexy, but only for a little while and then it's back to real life for me. I love sex with cute guys and sure, it can be sub/dom sex, but it doesn't have to be. For instance, what should I call the sex Tracy and I have together. I call it buddy sex... I've always called it that. Frankly, I also consider sub/dom sex with anyone but Robby as merely another type of buddy-sex, and nothing more than that.
Parking the pickup below my condo, I nudge Robby's shoulder. He slept soundly for an hour at least. The heavy traffic added an extra twenty minutes to the normal drive time. He goes, "Huh, wha...? Oh, we're here, Dylan." I ask, "Do you want me to drive you home?" He shakes his head, "Nah, I can drive, but can I get something to drink at your place first. And a couple of Tylenol." I'm like, "Sure, let me drive around back though. We'll eliminate all the steps here in front." That's what I do, and we go in through the door next to the garage. Walking through the finished basement, the room seems to call out to me, 'Hey, Dylan, how about all the awesome haircutting you've
done in here? And the sex too...' Ha ha, yeah, how about that! It goes way back to when Chubby and I were kids. Not the sex exactly, mostly just the haircuts back then, but I've always loved this room. Upstairs I get a Snapple and a couple of Tylenol for Robby. He takes the Tylenol and then chugs half the bottle of Snapple, "Thank's, babe. I don't know why I'm so thirsty." He takes a deep breath, coughs, then mumbles, "I gotta get going, Dylan. The meeting starts at seven, so I can just make it on time." He takes the half bottle of Snapple with him. No kiss 'goodbye' on my mouth because he doesn't want to give me his cold. That's funny because if he didn't give me it last night with all the spit swapping we did, then I'll probably never catch it.
Standing next to his car after the hug and kiss on my cheek, he says, "I probably won't see you until we go back on Sunday, Dylan. What are you gonna be doing?" And it hits me then that I don't have a clue what I'm going to do. It's Thursday night and I don't have the use of a car and I didn't plan ahead to hook-up with anyone who does. I chuckle feeling a little foolish, saying, "Jeez, I don't really know what I'm gonna do, Rob. Huh, I haven't thought about it. I'll spend time with my mom and then, I don't know. Wait a sec, is Dodger still here?" He pats my shoulder, saying, "No, sorry. Dodger and Connor left last night." I go, "Oh, " and Robby rubs my back, saying, "Damn, I wish I could spend time with you but my dad has the next three days planned-out almost hour to hour. Maybe if I get done Saturday night early enough we can get together." I brighten-up, and he goes, "Yeah, lets definitely make that a firm date-night. I'll make sure I'm done early enough to pick you up and then I'm almost certain we'll think of something to do." I nod my head real fast, then lean over and kiss him or the lips, "Thanks, Robby." He grins rubbing my head, then gets in the pickup, we wave and smile at each other, and he's gone.
Wandering slowly back inside and up the stairs I decide to stop analyzing Ryan's life for now. Sure, this trip to Georgia is a big deal for me because I've never done anything remotely like it, but I'm spending too much time thinking about it. Let's see, I'll be home again next weekend with Chubby, but them I won't see this place for weeks. I'm wandering around the condo touching things. There's the table I sat at when coming 'out' to Chubby, Tris, and of course my mom. Oh hell, there's a story I could tell about everything in this condo. Feeling lonely I go into my bedroom and flop on the bed. What to do? Obviously if I was more mature I'd have thought this through a little. I'm stuck here without transportation. At some point I must have had some idea what I'd do when I got here. If I did, I can't remember what it was. Ya know, that's where Robby's good, he plans things ahead where as I go off someplace on a whim. Mom doesn't even expect to see me until Saturday morning. Then from nowhere a thought hits me and I jump up to check the condition of my suit. Who says I don't plan ahead. I find it buried in the back of the closet all wrinkled. Jesus, there's even dust on the jacket's shoulders. Huh, it's still on a hanger but somehow got knocked off the rod and dumped behind everything. Fuck, I don't even remember the last time I wore it. Was it the funeral I went to with Connor when his mother died? This is a dark brown suit. Who wears a brown suit to a funeral? Who wears a brown suit anywhere? Tan's okay for a summer suit, or even light brown, but dark brown? I need a new suit.
Dropping the suit where I found it, I'm thinking, 'Okay, I could walk to the mall in about an hour, or jog there in forty-five minutes'. Yeah I could do that if I lost my fucking mind somehow, or I could call somebody and get a ride. Hmmm, I'm tempted to call Sonny but he only has the motor bike, and it's a school night anyway. I consider Devon, Dawg, and hell there are a number of guys I could call, but there's a better option. The person I'm going to call first is Willie. I kinda miss him, and if he's home from college he's my best bet. Then I hesitate and run my fingers over my head. This fuckin' haircut! Well, there's absolutely nothing I can do about it now, so I'll ignore it. Getting my cell phone out I tap on Willie's name and one ring later, "Dylan! Please tell me you're home!" I go, "I'm home," and he asks, "Really? You're not bull shitting me, are you?" I ask, "What are you doing right now?" He says, "I just got out of the shower and I'm getting dressed. Hot date tonight with a eighteen year old kid I met at Whole Foods last week. This is a feel-each-other-out date. When did you get home, baby?" Huh, lots of guys calling me 'baby' lately. I say, "Fifteen minutes ago," and he's like, "And you called me right away?" I'm like, "Yeah, I guess. I need a new suit." He goes, "Oh fuck, I'll call Butchie and tell him I've got food poisoning. I love shopping for clothes, Dylan, just love it. I'll be there in twenty minutes." I yell, "No, don't do that! We can go shopping tomorrow or whenever. Butchie's feelings will be hurt," whoever the fuck Butchie is. Willie goes, "Fuck, Butchie. I'll see you in less than twenty minutes," and he hits 'end' and my phone goes dead. I look at it a second, then put it in my pocket. Huh, that's Willie for ya.
Poor Butchie. Then, oh fuck, I need to get ready! Getting undressed quickly, I take a ten minute shower then get dressed in clothes and bling that Willie bought me over the years. Necklace outside the pearl-colored long sleeved t-shirt, and then these cool skinny black jeans and cool deck shoes. Wait! I've got an idea. I take my jeans off and search way back in the bottom drawer of my bureau. I need to pull everything out before finding the pair of pink girlie panties Willie likes me to wear. Ha ha, I start laughing putting them on, but damn they feel good on my cock and balls, so I gotta admit he's right about that. Next I change my earrings to ones Willie got for me, then the leather bracelet and the sport watch. It's dark outside but I'll bring the Oakley sunglasses in case I spend the night at Willie's. You know, to wear tomorrow when we go shopping for my new suit. Checking myself out in the mirror I look fine from the front. My hair looks like a short buzz cut. From the side or back though, it doesn't look good at all. It looks like what it is, a gung-ho marine's haircut. Fuck! Then I shrug like it's no big deal, and go in the bathroom to brush my teeth. I'm gargling with mouthwash when the doorbell does it's musical thing. Ya know what, I'm excited about going out with Willie. I answer the door and there he stands looking kinda handsome and hot. He's got a cool skimpy dark beard growing only along his jaw line, and a thin wispy mustache too. So fucking cool! Naturally he's rocking that new style haircut, the one pro athlete made popular. 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His wavy dark hair on top is pretty long and looking cool too. Willie's a little taller than me, and almost as slim. I'm staring at him until he grins, asking, "Can I come in, Dylan?" I do sort of a snort for a laugh, "Yeah, of course." and when he steps in, I say, "Guess I've forgotten how good looking you are, Willie. I was a kinda speechless there for a second."
Willie closes the door behind him quietly saying, "Gee, thanks, Dylan. I never forget how beautiful you are. Okay if I kiss you?" I nod my head and he puts his arms around me for a thirty second kiss, our tongues moving together. It gets me hot, but he breaks the kiss just before I let a moan of arousal slip out. I do a couple of fake coughs as Willie grins at me. He knows about my fake coughs. Other than Chubby, Willie was the first boy who's personal scent I noticed. It's a sexy boyish scent and it hasn't left him. We look at each other a few seconds, then we kiss again with my arms around him giving him a tight hug. He break-off this kiss too and in then pulls my t-shirt up, I lift my arms and off it comes. Willie leans over and sucks my nipple with the nip-ring, then murmurs, "Nobody smells as good as you, baby. I see you're still wearing my nip ring, huh?" I'm a bit squirmy by now because a nip ring makes the nipple very sensitive in a sexy way, and Willie's sucked that baby until it's hard and standing at attention. I casually rub it, and oooh, that felt good. Then, what Willie just said sinks in, and jeez, I forgot Willie took his tip ring out of his left nipple and gave it to me. That was a week or so after I threw my nip ring out the window when I was driving to the mall with Chubby. Tossing my nip ring helped me dissuade Chubby from getting his nipple pierced. I didn't want my brother to go through the pain.
Willie starts unbuttoning his shirt, I gulp, "Um, are we, ah..." He says, "Yes, we are. Ya know, Dylan, I told myself on the drive over here to go slow with you so I don't scare you away, but as soon as I saw you all those good intentions went out the fucking window." I'm just standing here, unsure about having sex so quickly. He stops unbuttoning his shirt, and stammers, "Ah, um, that is unless you don't want to. I should have asked first." I go, "Oh," and clear my throat, "Huh, um, yeah okay, if you want to." He laughs, "You're so fucking much fun. I love you, you know that, don't ya? Thanks to you I'm through with those childish submissive games. Sure, sometime I'll still bottom, but mostly I've been topping. Truth is though I'm not doing
either one as regularly as I'd like." He's still quite the talker. I mostly nod to show I'm listening as I squeeze out of the skinny jeans. Willie exclaims, "Holy shit, you've got on those panties I gave you. That's so sweet of you, Dylan," and he kisses me again, then looks at the stuff on the chair that I've just taken off, and the jewelry I'm still wearing. He steps back, "Oh my God, you're wearing all things I bought for you, aren't you?" I go, "Yeah, I am. I wanted to prove to you I didn't return everything for the ten thousand dollars in cash you spent buying all these things."
He's pulling his pants off, muttering, "I don't remember what any of that shit cost." I ask, "Do you remember the first gift you ever gave me?" He says, "Yeah, that I remember. It's that David Yurman cross necklace you're wearing. I bought one for myself too although I have no idea where the fuck it is now. It's nice of you to wear yours." I go, "It never comes off. It's the coolest thing I own." He mutters, "That's nice of you to say, baby," as he pulls his underwear off and I stop getting undressed to gawk at his long dick. It's not as long as I remember, but it's pretty long and bigger than mine. Lots of pubic hairs and a narrow happy trail going up, stopping at his belly button. Other than that there's no other hair on his body except the normal underarm hair. His dick might not be a big as I remembered, but his body's just as hot as ever. Great body, everything perfectly proportioned. Hairless arms too although he's got some curly hair on his calves. He pulls off his socks and I grin at his long feet. Everything's kinda long on Willie, but it all works well for him. He's an especially sexy male specimen.
When I pull my panties off, Willie rubs a finger around my cock and balls, mumbling, "I've always liked the look of a cock and balls without pubic hair. It's kind of a pain in the ass continually shaving down there though." I tell him about Billy in New York and how John had Billy's pubic hairs permanently removed. Willie frowns at that, muttering, "That's kinda weird," and I shrug, mumbling, "Kinda hot too." Completely naked we come together and put our arms around each other rubbing our hands on one another's backs as our bodies squirm and rub together. It's so hot rubbing my young naked body against another guy's young hot body. We're kissing and sucking on each other's lips, inhaling each other's scent, and oooh, it's an awesome trip down memory lane that's so sweet. We've had bad times together but more good times, plus I owe Willie a lot for the things he taught me, starting with him teaching me how to dance. So many other things too, some of which embarrassed me and I bulked at initially. He persisted though and now I do most of those things regularly without thinking much about any of them. He gets his arm around the back of my neck rubbing his fingers up the back of my head and I stiffen for a second. Willie holds onto me but pulls his head back a little, and with a concerned expression, asks, "What's wrong. You froze there for a second." I shrug, then make a 'face', mumbling "Oh, I'm a little self-conscience about the fucked-up haircut I got." He relaxes and rubs his nose against mine, saying, "Why concern yourself with that? It'll grow back. Who cares about it anyway?" I shrug, "Yeah, I guess,"and he points at his head, "Look at this fucked up haircut I'm rocking." I say, "Your haircut's the latest style, Willie." He does a quick kiss on my lips, "Yeah, that's what that stylist guy on Newbury street told me. That doesn't mean I have to like it." I'm rubbing my hand up the back of his head and it does feels pretty much like mine. "I like it, Willie." He grins, "You'd say that even if you hated it because you're the nicest person I've ever met." Then he goes, "For old time sake," and he grabs my semi-hard cock with his fist and uses it as a leash to walk me back to my bedroom with me taken quick little steps to keep up. Sonny and one or two other guys have done the same thing. I think it's a hot and sexy dominant move.
Willie's acting no where near as brash or bossy as he used to, but it remains to be seen if that's a temporary condition or the new Willie. He reinvents himself every now and then. In the bedroom he pulls me onto my twin bed and we get into a pretty hot make-out, our naked bodies sliding together sexily. All kinds of Willie memories flash through my mind, but it's the hot sexy memories I'm concentrating on at the moment. Everything is familiar and comfortable with him. It's like that with Robby too, and that's understandable in both cases since they're the two boys I've been boyfriends with at different times for over three years now. Being with either one of them I quickly feel relaxed and comfortable. Willie and I wrestle around some, our boners bumping together occasionally, until he flips me on my stomach. I lay on my throbbing boner gasping with my shoulders doing their shudder from sexual arousal and the anticipation of being fucked. I get some sexy shivers from Willie's lips brushing my ear as he's murmuring, "Can you push that cute ass of yours up a little," I grin, "Ya mean push my boy pussy up, don'cha?" He laughs, "Yeah, that's exactly what I meant, but I didn't want to piss you off so early in our date." If Willie and I were washing his car he'd call it a date. He gets behind me spreading my legs as I push my ass up. No spanking or anything especially dominant, just the head of his boner pressing against my asshole, and with a, "Umpth," from me, he's inside me. OW! I'm kinda missing the lube Ryan's been using lately. Willie's enthusiastic "Oh boy, Dylan, does this ever make my little willie feel good! My little guy's been missing this ass of yours." I push my ass up a little more and hear something familiar from him, "That's my good boy, Dylan, you're keeping your pussy up the way I like it." He's on his knees as he leans in pushing a good three inches of hard boner up my ass. I gasp and sputter, then suck on my lips because hurt or not, it feels so good I can hardly believe it.
"You okay, Dylan?" I grunt, "I'm getting there," and he leans forward continuing to push more of his boned-up cock inside my ass until his soft pubic hairs are tickling my butt cheeks, and then with a quiet, "Ahhh," from him, his groin is flat against my buttocks. "Ohh, this feels good, Dylan," and he leans over to kiss the side of my face, then gently lays his chest on my back, his arms hugging my sides. He murmurs in my ear, "I got ya now, don't I, baby?" I nod my head, mumbling, "Like always, Willie." When he took his shirt off I noticed he'd bought a new pair of nip rings, and now I feel both of then on my back. As my rectum adjust, Willie quietly asks, "Remember when we'd sleep with my cock up your ass all night?" I nod my head, mumbling, "And I'd be walking bowlegged the next day." He chuckles, "Yeah, and my pecker was sore too." We never woke up with his cock still up my ass of course. It'd always come out as we moved around in our sleep. Then, like Robby does, Willie lifts off me with a hand on the bed next to each of my shoulders, like he's doing a push up. It pulls his boner back, and then his hips move forward and his hard cock goes right back up my ass. He does that a half dozen time until its a smooth trip with each thrust. Then, awkwardly, with a few chuckles from Willie, he adjust his position, pushes my legs further apart and him going up on his knees more. His cock pulls out except for just the head as I'm looking back at him getting an arm under my belly a couple inches above my hard cock, and then he lifts my hips higher. Holding me up like this his hips move his boner's like a piston sliding straight up my ass. And he begins doing it very fast, 'Slapslapslapslap," for two minutes with me moaning quietly as my body jerks with each hard thrust, then there's that, "Slap!" sound every time his body slaps against my ass cheeks.
I'm surprised he's strong enough to hold me up like this while doing his fast, hard slams up my ass. My insides are vibrating, all the nerve endings in my rectum blaring out sexual pleasure and it's such an intense constant bombardment of sensations, feeling so sexily good, I'm soon basically babbling my moans of pleasure. Willie's grunting with the effort until his arm gets tired and now he uses both arms to flips me over onto my back with his boner sliding out my ass completely. He's still on his knees between my legs when he slides his cock back up my ass and we both go, "Aaaaaa, oooh," with my body shuddering. Willie gets a hand around both my ankles and holds my legs in the air, then pushing then back a little, pulling my ass up. His rhythmic athletic body begins moving smoothly again driving his cock in my ass with the steady ," Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds echoing off the walls and Willie watching my reaction. I squirm on my back, the mattress bouncing as Willie hammers his boner back and forth forcefully in my ass. Constant moans of sexual pleasure from me with my climax building and building. Relentless thrusting of his long cock in my rectum and the sexy, "Slap slap, slap, slap," sounds reverberating in my ears has me groaning and moaning and trashing around on the bed trying to hump back at his thrusts.
Still gripping my ankles, my legs straight out, Willie pushes my legs further towards me until my feet are almost next to my head, and now he's driving his boner straight down into my asshole. Tears are running down the sides of my face as I'm absorbing the incredible symphony of sexual sensations coming off nerves ending in my prostate and anus. I'm moaning and calling Willie's name moving my head side to side on the pillow concentrating on all the sexual stimulations zipping around my super-sensitized prostate and ass. It's so deliriously delicious being fucked this good and my orgasm's quickly is at the tipping point. I scrunch my face humping my hips the best I can, then doing my squeal with cum from my pipe of a boner shooting out a stream of creamy white cum right at my face, then splattering off my lips. Another immediate squeal from me as three more fast short shots of cum leave my quivering boner. An avalanche of sizzling sensation twirl around my rectum and buzz off the head of my cock. Squeezing every muscle in my body gets a last drool of cum from my nuts and now I'm limp on the bed being rocked back with each hump of Willie's hips driving his hard cock inside me. Then his body gets stiff, he has a startled expression on his face as he gasps as my bowels are flooded with semen from Willie's nuts. He's gasping and humping hard against my butt cheeks, and I assume shooting out more spunk. The first stream was large and I felt it but I don't feel his follow up shots.
Willie lets go of my ankles and lays on my chest, his legs going out behind him. The side of his face, damp with perspiration, slides on the side of my face and he lays here panting, his heart hammering against my chest. Shortly his cock softens and slips out of my ass as I do a quiet, "Ooh, mmm." It felt so good inside me I miss it now. My anus is gaping open with some of Willie's cum drooling out and down my ass crack still warm and creamy. He's taking deep breaths as I run my fingers through his longish, soft clean hair. The palm of my hands rubs up the sandpaper-like hair on the back of his head and then into the dense long hairs on top. A goofy hair style I guess, but anything different can have a run of popularity until people regain their senses. I'm one of the dopes who think it's a cool hairdo, certainly preferable to mine.
With a last deep breath, his heart rate back to normal, Willie sort of snuggles against me getting comfortable, his wet cock between us as he murmurs, "The best. You're the best, Dylan.The best fucks I've ever had in my life have been with you." If I keep hearing that from guys, I might start believing it. Maybe when I start my school for gay virgins, I'll have that printed on my business cards, my name and, 'The world's best ass for fucking'. Yeah, that's catchy, but virgin's wouldn't have anything to compare my ass to, so maybe I need to come up with something else. I'm still running my fingers through his hair, "You do a truly awesome fuck, Willie, and you've got really nice hair too." He chuckles, "Jesus, you're good for my ego, Dylan. Ha ha, nice hair too, huh? Ha ha." He wrestles around on the bed until he's laying next to me on his back, like me. He asks, "Where are we gonna shop for your suit?" I go, "I was thinking Kohl's. Buy something inexpensive because I hardly ever wear a suit. Like maybe five times in my whole life so far." He goes, "Yeah, I don't wear one all that often either, but we're not going to Kohl's. I'll assume that was a joke. We're going to Louis in Boston, I have an account there."
I think about that for a minute. Louis is expensive, I'm pretty sure about that. Can't remember if I've never been in the store, but if I have it's been with Willie. To emphasize my money limitations, I say, "I don't care where I buy the suit, but I'm not spending more than a hundred and fifty dollars on it, and a tie." Willie laughs, leaning over to give me a kiss, then he licks my own cum off my chin. I already licked it off my lips. He rubs my head, mumbling, "You couldn't buy a tie in Louis for a hundred and fifty dollars, baby, never mind a suit. You're too funny," and he chuckles, adding, "Anyway we're putting it on my account. Don't worry about the cost." I go, "I can't do it, Willie. I just can't let you buy me anything else. When we were boyfriends it was one thing, but I can't accept your generosity now that we're just friends." He says, "We both know it's not my money, Dylan. Dad's always nagging me to get new stuff so I'll be getting some new things too, not just your suit. You know I love to shop. Fuck, dad shops at Louis' even when he doesn't need anything." The rich are strange. Fuck it, I know by now there's no sense arguing with Willie when it comes to shopping, so I might as well save my breath. I still feel weird about it though.
We lay together for awhile doing that thing where we take turns saying, 'Remember the time we...' , laughing or groaning depending on the remembered incident, some really good times and some awkward or just plain disastrous times too. We mention a number of things about our Key West trip, but neither of us mentions the jump off the balcony. Finally Willie says, "Let's get dressed and go to my house. We'll take a bath together using the big Jacuzzi in my bathroom." When we're dressed we walk hand and hand down the outside steps in front of the condo to the street where Willie's latest car is parked. It looks like an oddly shaped, six wheel pickup with a small pickup-bed area in back. I'm like, "What the fuck is that?" Willie laughs wrinkling the bridge of his nose like always happens when he laughs. He's got one hand holding onto my shoulder as he laughs and it gets contagious so I chuckle along with him. Catching his breath he goes, "Yeah, I'm with you, it's strange looking but that's a rare car right there. My uncle bought a Mercedes dealership and he lets me take different new models out to get a younger man's opinion. That car is a Mercedes G63 AMG. It's the 6 X 6 model because it has six wheels." I ask, "Why?" and he laughs again, then mutters, "Fuck if I know." We get in and Willie drives us to his place. When we pull into his long winding driveway it's very familiar to me. He parks this beast in front of the four car garage and we get out. Willie's like, "Lets shoot some hoops."
He takes my hand and I follow him down granite steps to the outside basketball court. Willie opens a metal box on a post and turns on overhead lighting. In a chest next to the post he takes out a new basketball and we play three games of, 'H.O.R.S.E.'. Although I'm pretty good at schoolyard basketball, Willie easily wins all three games. Grinning, he asks, "Ya wanna try tennis now?" I shake my head, mumbling, "Um, how about you go fuck yourself with that tennis idea." He laughs giving my shoulders a hug. He's been captain of his prep school's tennis club every year he was there. We go inside his huge house that's so silent and still it's actually eerie. Up to Willie's big bedroom suite, and nothing's changed here either. It's as clean as a hospital operating room. Everything sparkles and then I spot something new, an Xbox One... the only new addition to Willie's toys since the last time I was here. "Get naked again, Dylan," as he pulls off his shirt without unbuttoning it and he steps into the bathroom to drops the shirt in a hamper. Then he turns the water on in the Jacuzzi. I get naked and join Willie in the bathroom, saying, "Damn, Willie, I should have thought to bring some clean clothes with me to put on after our bath." He pulls his socks off and he's as naked as me now, saying, "I've got stuff for you to wear, including some new girlie panties." He steps in the Jacuzzi, asking, "You still have that aversion to wearing a bra?" I go, "Uh huh, actually it's a stronger emotion than an aversion." He laughs again as I get in the Jacuzzi with him and we sit down next to each other. He puts his arm around the back of my neck, saying, "I don't suppose you'd let me make up your face with cosmetics," and I say, "Nah, but I'll make-up yours." He's just rehashing things he tried to get me to do over the years. "How about I pluck your eyebrows, that worked okay that time." I shake my head, "Nope, that didn't really work for me, William." Willie goes, "Wait'll you see... all the sales reps in Louis call me that." I go, "Huh, odd that they'd call you that considering it's actually your name." He goes, "You shampoo my hair first."
Shampooing Willie's long hair is fun although it was clean before I started. He shampoos more of my head than my hair since I have so little of it. Then I wash his body using the special sponges he has. We're not doing any talking, but we exchange grins every now and then because it's sexy washing another guy's body. It is to me anyway. The splash of water is the only sound in this big tiled bathroom. It'd be spooky if it weren't so sexy. Saving his private parts for last, I use the bath gel saturated sponge on his genitals, and then with my bare hand, looking him in the eyes, I stroke his long cock with my bare hand lightly squeezing his big balls with my other hand. When his cock's as hard a granite, he murmurs, "Stand up, baby," and when I do he gets behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach. Getting my limp noodle in his fist he slowly strokes my cock as he's pushing his boned-up penis past my sphincter. With just the head of his cock inside me again I moan from the double sexual stimulation, the back of my head goes back on Willie's shoulder and my back arches. It's a very dreamy sexual experience with splashes of water and my quiet moans of sexual pleasure the only sounds we hear. Willie's boner moves slowly up my ass as he strokes my cock into a hard boner. He nestles his face against my neck and chin, sucking a hickey there. I moan again convincing myself I'm being deliciously dominated even though Willie's being gentle and loving about everything he does. It takes maybe two minutes before Willie's cock is all the way up my ass and he's tight against my buttocks. My boner's so hard when he takes his fist away it sticks straight out, so tight it doesn't move.
When he's satisfied with the hickey, Willie hugs me tightly doing small humps against my ass without withdrawing his hard cock. Hump, hump, hump, hump, with my back arching again as I moan, "Ooooh, mmm, Willie..."His hand on my forehead holds the back of my neck against his shoulder, then he starts fucking my ass slowly. I begin squirming against him so he tightens his arm around my stomach and keeps pressure on my forehead holding me in place as his thrusting picks up speed doing harder humps up my ass. My feet move in the water as his wet body slaps steadily into my wet butt cheeks and the, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds echo off the tile walls. Willie's soon making sounds that indicate his climax is reaching it's apex and his thrusting gets more desperate with him going, "Um, um, ooh, ooh, ooh." Until he holds his cock inside me going, "Aaaah," and more of his cum shoots off in my bowels. I feel the extra wetness and it puts me over the top as I squeal, my hips spastically thrusting as three squirts of cum shoot out feeling like a gush of cum. Just three squirts though, that's all there was but I feel dizzy from the overload of sensations accompanying that little orgasm.
Willie takes a couple of steps back in the Jacuzzi holding me around the waist, and as we slowly sit down in the water his cock slips out of my ass. He leans up against the side of the Jacuzzi with me sitting between his legs laying back against his chest. We breath deeply just sitting here for a minute, then Willie reaching around me and with his hand on my forehead again he pulls my head gently back to his shoulder and I relax against him, sighing. I look at cum floating on the water wondering if it's mine or some of Willie's that drooled out of my ass. He reaches over to flick a switch and jets of water shoot out all around the Jacuzzi. The waters swirls around going through filters and the floating cum disappears. I feel Willie's chest expand as he takes a deep breath, then murmurs, "Why won't you drop all your other boyfriends and marry me, Dylan? I'm totally serious." I shrug, then quietly say, "I'm in love with Robby." He says, "Oh that excuse again." We're quiet for a bit as I realize that's the first marriage proposal Willie's ever made to me. It was very sweet. He takes another deep breath, then goes, "I was your first boyfriend, so I had my chance. Fuck, I was too young and stupid to take advantage of it. The things we were joking about earlier, all the nutty things I tried to get you to do, they're the reason you didn't fall in love with me and I don't blame you." It's much more complicating than that, but I let it pass because what good would it do to argue about it?
We sit like this with water rumbling and splashing all around us for five minutes or so, and then he shuts off the jets, saying, "I believe it's my turn to bath you now." As he does that, I murmur, "Just so you know, I love you too, Willie. Love you for the dear friend you've always been. I'm grateful for, and will never forget all you've done for me. I'll never forget you because you've been an invaluable part of my early gay experience and you taught me so much, plus your generosity has been overwhelming and something else I'll never forget." He smiles, "Well if I need to settle for that much, Dylan, it's no small thing. Thank you for telling me, it means a lot to me." He finishes bathing me in silence, then grins, saying, "I'm still gonna try to change your mind, ya know." I have to smile at that, mumbling, "That's pretty fucking flattering actually." He nods his head, "Yeah I guess it is, but those words you said about me were pretty fucking flattering too." We stand up and get out of the Jacuzzi, dripping water on the tile floor walking over to the shower stall. Willie adjust the water temperature and we get in to rinse off with water coming from many shower heads. We use big fluffy cotton towels, as big as beach blankets, to dry ourselves and then Willie takes my hand walking us back to the bedroom.
He goes through a small pile of girlie underpants, then spreads the opening of white panties with little yellow flowers around the waist that he's picked for me to wear. Grinning I step into them and then he puts on a pair of black silk panties that he picked out for himself. We both get to laughing with Willie muttering, "We're both nuts, ya know." Willie chooses almost matching outfits for us to wear, or similar ones at least. We're both wearing pale tan khaki pants that are made of a khaki material I'm not familiar with. I don't even want to know how much they cost, but they are the most comfortable pants I think I've ever had on. Silk t-shirts under cashmere V-neck sweaters of different colors. Everything feel light and comfortable. "Nice duds, Willie," and he goes, "Lets get some dinner. Where do you wanna eat?" I take him to Robby's and my Italian restaurant where our waiter, Tony, serve us alcoholic beverages, which impresses the hell out of Willie. Tony grinned when he saw me, saying, "Ah, it's Dylan, my college friend and I see you've got another boyfriend." I go, "This is Willie, Tony, we're very close friends." On a Thursday night it's not real crowded so we get seated immediately even without a reservation. It always impresses me how guys like Tony and my friend at Tracy's, who's name I can never remember, are able to remember people's names. It's a talent I lack, one of many. Willie and I
get a little smashed drinking numerous grapefruit and vodka cocktails and continuing our trip down memory lane. Then Willie orders a bottle of Chianti Classico that make Tony's eyebrows go up, so it must be expensive. We drink the wine with our antipasto, then veal marshal for me and Osso Buco for Willie. He won't let me see the check so it must be a big one, but the truth is expensive wine is wasted on me.
It's after ten by the time we leave the restaurant. We're walking with Willie's arm around the back of my waist as if he's the guy and I'm the girl. He asks, "Should I drive you home or can I talk you into sleeping with me tonight?" The old Willie never asked, he insisted I do what he wanted. I'm like, "If it's okay with you I'd really like sleeping with you." He grins, jokingly mumbling, "Hmmm, let me think about that a second," as he squeezes me against his side. He goes, "Oh, okay, I guess it'll be alright since we're going shopping tomorrow. Yeah, it makes sense you spend the night at my place." I say, "Gee, thanks, Willie," and we start giggling about that. The alcohol we imbibed tonight has quite a lot to do with our giggling. Real guys don't giggle.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com donnymumford@outlook.com
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