DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 55
by Donny Mumford
Robby's back from his baseball team's break-up meeting, and he's apparently recovered from my talk with him last night because he seems back to his inflated idea of himself, meaning he appears to be back to being the leader of the pack... well, the leader of his twin boyfriends. I can't decide if he's made a decision about the things I talked about last night or not; if he has made a decision he's not giving me subtle clues about what the decision might be. In fact he's more than a little anxious to hear about Ryan's dominant fuck of my ass, which I find curious considering the seriousness of his other concern, meaning his supervisory job next week. I'd think that be more important, and on his mind, rather than hearing about Ryan's dominant fuck, but I shrug and suggest Ryan tell him about it. What the hell, I was in a fog through much of it, although I don't mention that last part to Robby. I add, "Ya know, I'll chirp in with anything my twin forgets."
So Ryan excitedly begins telling Robby everything, starting with him not allowing me to get the cold drink that I wanted. Robby's all ears, smiling and chuckling as his protege recites step by step what he and I did this afternoon in the bedroom. I said I'd chirp in if Ryan misses something, but he doesn't forget any of it and even recalls aspects of it that slipped my mind because of my submissive fog at the time. Just like the first time he told Robby about his dominant fuck of my person, he relives our fuck in mind-boggling detail and at first it's hot and I stare at little Ryan feeling kind of mushy inside 'cause he definitely made an impression on me this time. But after awhile, like the last time he recited our sex, I begin to blush at his accurate, but humiliating description of how submissive he got me to be. Especially when he's describing the way I docilely I sat on his lap as he wiped away the tears from my eyes; tears caused when he spanked me so hard. Jesus, what a baby I was, but in a submissive frame of mind you don't think of things like that... at least I don't. Yeah, that was embarrassing for me to hear: little Ryan wiping away my tears as I held onto his thin hips, sitting on his little lap just like he told me to do. Even worse was when he told Robby, both of them snickering all the way through the telling, of how Ryan held his used handkerchief, a finger holding the handkerchief on either side of my nose, and how he had me blow my nose like I was six years old, and I did what he said too, not once but twice! Hearing that just now, coming our of the pipsqueak's mouth, really got to me and my face is almost on fire from embarrassment. Robby looks over and sees my discomfort, so he stifles his snickering and pats my shoulder, saying, "Don't be embarrassed, you were just going along with your twin, and being a great sport about it too. Nothing to be embarrassed about helping him with something he likes doing, that's being the good twin I know you can be." He doesn't really grasp the depth of submissiveness that some of us with this fetish can reach, and how you don't react normally under that influence, but I'm not about to educate him on the nuances of that because it's humiliating any way you look at it. It's an awesome thing for me to experience while it's happening, but brutally embarrassing to think back on it now, especially because it was with Ryan. And obviously Robby didn't take to heart my suggestion during our talk last night that he's been acting like an asshole recently, or he still wouldn't be using stuff like me 'being a good twin' crapola. Thinking back on my submissive behavior during Ryan's fuck is bad enough, but hearing it described to Robby is really tough; well, it's torture for me actually. At the same time I need to admit that Ryan doesn't embellish anything, although that's mostly because he doesn't need to.
And, Ryan's not telling it maliciously at all. He looks over at me often, asking, "Isn't that right, Dylan?" at various times and I force a grin, saying, "Yeah, that's what happened alright." The experience sounds bizarre when ya tell someone about it, and it's bizarre sounding for this submissive boy to hear as well, let me tell ya. And, of course, embarrassment doesn't apply to the dominant partner, Ryan, because he's the hero in it... he's the 'stud'! Still, I know he doesn't realize I'm feeling embarrassed to hear it all, so I don't blame him at all; he's sweet, and damn, he's hot. A sweet, cute, little dominant sex partner for me, hmmm. Damn, I never expected this to happen. I got me some hot twin buddy sex to look forward to, and Robby's on board with it too. Hot damn! There he goes again, that's so cute, Ryan pushing his glasses up his cute nose, fuck! Haha. Then as Ryan talks on I stare at his little right hand, how the hell can he lay that wicked spanking on my ass with that little thing?He's a strong little fucker alright.
Ryan accurately describes his other dominant actions quite well, too. Yeah, well enough to get Robby exclaiming, "Way to be, tiger!" at the parts where Ryan was especially dominant during the sex. So Ryan's a tiger and the best Robby can come up with for me is the "Good sport" comment when he saw me blushing. I hate that I blush so much! Ryan goes on to detail the way I went at licking and sucking his cock and balls hungrily, and even describes the two slaps on my face he gave me at one point, which makes Robby's eyes open wide in amazement, asking Ryan, "What'd he do when you slapped him?" like I'm not here, and Ryan goes, "He did what I told him to do, that's what he did. From then on Dylan did exactly what he was told, and I mean during the rest of the entire fuck; he was one submissive obedient boy from then on... heh heh." Ryan looks at me smiling, "It was fun, wasn't it twin?" I go, "Yeah, I was your good obedient boy alright," and we both laugh as Ryan rubs my head and it almost turns into a hug. Robby goes, "Yeah, I'd imagine you would be obedient, Dylan, getting slapped in the face like that... hahaha. Maybe I need to do a little of that with you both." Ryan glances over at Robby, then at me, not sure if Robby's serious or not. Robby's noncommittal, asking, "How hard did you slap him, anyway?" I sit here and endure this as Ryan slaps his hand about as hard as he slapped my face, saying, "Two slaps like that." Robby laughs, saying, "Jesus!" sneaking a glance at me. I give him a blank stare back, and Robby goes, "Oh, come on, Dylan, your twin did awesome, didn't he?" I force a grin, muttering, "I guess you could say so." Robby asks, "And you liked it didn't ya? You love being submissive too, right? That's what you've been telling me for years." I nod, muttering, "Yeah, it's different with you though, Robby, but I like it." Then I add, "We both liked it, didn't we, Ryan?" Ryan, feeling his oats, innocently goes, "NO! We didn't like it, we loved it! That's what you said a little while ago, didn't you? You know, when you snuggled next to me afterwards when we were catching our breath lying down." Yeah I did, so I mutter, "I guess. I don't remember exactly, I forgot to remember, ya know?" Ryan and I chuckle at that as he gets me in a neck hold saying, "You forgot to remember, haha," as I hug him around the waist and we almost kiss with Robby frowning and looking confused. Finally, after the details of how hard my cum shot out of me from Ryan's dominant, rough fuck, Robby claps his hands a couple of times, unenthusiastically, saying, "That's a hot dominant fuck, Ryan" and now he's jostling Ryan, patting his back, as Ryan's looking at me, but I'm not sure what his look means. Finally I say, in a flat voice, "Robby I really gotta get going; I'm late." He goes, "Oops, I'm sorry, Dylan. I'll give you a ride. Where you meeting him?" I lie, "Starbucks," which is in the same strip mall, on the other end of the strip from Fuddruckers. I don't want a group 'hello' with Willie, my twin, and my boyfriend... too awkward!!
Ryan asks, "Can I come, Rob?" Now Ryan's completely back in his submissive mode for Robby. Robby goes, "Of course, tiger, lets go," then to me, "You bringing anything with you, Dylan?" I reach over and grab my little satchel, and hold it up, "Just this," I say, and away we go. Because Ryan's with us I don't get the opportunity to ask Robby if he's changed his mind about making my twin an assistant supervisor when we start work next week, or about what I inferred about his bossiness lately. This separation from Robby for a day and a half will give him more time to mull things over in his head and maybe he'll miss me. In the pickup, me in the shotgun seat and Ryan in the middle, I text Willie, 'I'm on my way, be there in five minutes, I got a ride.' Everyone's quiet because, all of a sudden, Robby's not especially happy about this, no matter what he said before, and Ryan doesn't know what to say, like me. It's a shorter ride than five minutes because Robby caught two green lights between here and there. Pulling in to Starbucks, I glance down the eight stores to Fuddruckers, but don't see Willie's Porsche Boxster convertible. The temperature, according to the temperature gage in the pickup, is seventy-four degrees outside... top-down weather for those lucky enough to own a convertible. Robby pulls into a parking space in front of Starbucks, and says, "Text me tomorrow, Dylan, so I'll know when to expect you. Our last final is at one o'clock tomorrow; just an FYI reminder." I go, "I know, Robby, but thanks for the reminder. I'll text you, like you said." Then we sit there, all of us a little uncomfortable, and strangely I don't want to leave our little threesome because I'm getting used to it by now and, I don't know, I kinda like it now, sorta. Ryan's looking at me and secretly holding my hand between his right thigh and my left one. He can do sweet things, little affectionate stuff that I never expected from him. My twin isn't a bad guy at all and I love Robby so much, so why wouldn't I like our threesome? I get a little mushy, saying, "I'll miss you guys, will you miss me?" and lean into Ryan, but I meant the question for both of them. "Yeah, I will," Ryan chirps up, and Robby says, "What a silly question, Dylan, we love you. Don't we Ryan?" Ryan looks at me, and says, "Yes, I love you too, Dylan. I felt uncomfortable telling you that, but since Rob mentioned it, ya know, yeah I do..." I nod, then Ryan adds, "We're a fantastic threesome, aren't we?" I guess we sorta are, now that I think about it. What's so bad? Ryan and I couldn't be getting along any better and, of course, I love Robby more than I knew I did. I do a fake cough, muttering, "Thanks, I love you too," although I don't. Not yet, anyway, but what's the harm? Ryan seems so happy and eager and he seemed real sincere saying he loved me. He means like a friend, I hope. Looking at Robby, I'm leaning forward to see past Ryan, and say, "And you know how much I love you, Robby." He smiles saying, "Give me a kiss goodbye and go on your alley-catting adventure. I'll live... somehow." Happy to have an exit, I lean past Ryan, and Robby puts his hand behind my head for a nice wet, sloppy kiss. And he did it without looking around to see if anyone was watching, which I liked. While I'm getting my kiss from Robby, Ryan's goosing my ass and I almost laugh in the middle of the kiss. Jesus, what a hot shit that little twin of mine is. After the sloppy kiss, Robby kisses my cheek too, then says, "God, you smell good! Now give your twin a kiss goodbye and let's breakup this going away party." I kiss Ryan quickly, saying, "Bye, twin." and add, to make him feel good, and maybe because I even mean it, "I'll miss ya. See ya tomorrow." He goes, "See ya, Dylan. Today was awesome," but he seems sad to see me go. I nod, look at Robby again, saying, "Bye, Robby." He nods, clearly not happy about this, but he agreed to it and is standing by his word. Hesitating for another second, then I quickly open the door and get out, muttering, "Bye, guys." Ryan's staring at me, but Robby's got a blank look on his face, staring straight ahead. I walk up on the sidewalk as Robby pulls away with his eyes on the road. Ryan waves at me, then blows me a kiss. Oh brother, how corny! It was a kinda sweet thing though. Ryan didn't realize how uncomfortable his retelling of our sex was for me, or he would have toned it down. Feeling melancholy, I trudge down past the eight stores that separate Starbucks and Fuddruckers, thinking about our threesome, and again asking myself, 'What's wrong with a threesome? It's better than a one-some. Maybe not as good as a twosome, but not all that bad'. Then I see a Porsche Boxster, the convertible top down, flying down route 114 and screeching into the Fuddruckers parking lot, making me smile. That fucking car is hot! I Googled Porsche Boxster so I'd know what it looks like, it's even cooler seeing it in person. I tell myself it's only for less than a day, so forget your threesome for now, and try to have fun. Hell, if Robby can blatantly flaunt his side sex with Ryan, I should be able to have a day with Willie.
Running down the last twenty feet, I'm all of a sudden excited to see Willie again and not having to think about the complicated situation I'm in with Robby and Ryan, and especially the worry about how the job's going to work out next week. Willie sees me running and smiles an awesome smile at me with a little wave; then, without opening the door, he leaps over and out of his hot car; a very athletic move! Willie runs to meet me and we get into a big embrace, then he kisses me a long loving kiss on the lips, right in front of the big plate glass window of Fuddruckers, which I'm facing and see someone watching us. The word travels quickly inside and lots of people standing in line to place their early dinner orders, a line I've been in many times, are now gawking at Willie and me kissing. The kiss goes on for almost a minute, then Willie, totally unconcerned about anyone gawking, or anyone dropping dead, for that matter, says, "You smell so fabulous, Dylan! No one in the world smells as sexy as you! God, I love you." I say, "Hi, Willie, I love your car." His arm is around my neck holding me against him as he turns us around, heading for his car, saying, "I knew you'd like this fuckin' car, but I'm getting tired of it already, so maybe I'll give it to you. Father, after seeing what grandfather bought me, said he'd get me a better car. In his words, 'I gotta get you a better vehicle than that little girlie car your grandfather settled on. The tight bastard probably wanted to make a splash without spending much money doing it. You pick one out, William, and mother and I will give it to you for the graduation gift you deserve, son. We feel terrible about forgetting that.' Willie laughs. He used a different voice when telling me what his father said, so I guess that's the voice his father has; for his sake though, I hope it wasn't a good imitation by Willie. Willie's babbling on, "Yeah, that's exactly what he said, Dylan, guess I know who won that little misunderstanding between father and me. I haven't decided what car I'll choose, but when I get it I'm gonna drive by that asshole Andy's place to show him what I got for graduation. He got a lousy trip to Europe. I could go to Europe any time I wanted to. Hey, you wanna go with me sometime? We'd have a fun time there; that is if I can keep those Eurotrash boys away from you... hahaha. Whaddaya say, you wanna go to Europe?" I go, "Um, I don't know. I don't have a passport. How 'bout we go back to Key West?" He laughs again, saying, "Of course we're going back to Key West! That's our special place, get real!" We're at the car now and Willie looks at me closely for the first time, and asks, "What the fuck's with your hair? Is this a fuckin' joke? It looks ridiculous," and then he looks at the other side of my head, going, "Jesus Christ! You've got a horrible haircut on one side, and a worse one on the other side. Turn around and let me see the back of your head!" I do and he's apoplectic. "What the fuck? You look like a fool, like someone who lives in a trailer park cutting their own hair!" He's yelling at me right in front of the Fuddruckers front door with people going in and coming out. It's embarrassing as hell. Guess this is my day to be embarrassed every ten minutes.
I go, "You're taking me to a barbershop though, right?" He goes, "Yeah, of course, but I'm gonna look like an asshole bringing my boy to the barber's with a haircut like yours. They'll think I did this to your hair. Goddammit!" Then he grabs my hand and pulls me behind him and I almost drop my satchel, as he's saying, "Fuck it! Let's get this over with." I stumble, looking back at the Fuddruckers gawkers, praying there's no one I know inside. At the car, Willie's pissed all over again, and he swats the top of my head, "I'm very disappointed with you, Dylan. This is making me look bad! My boyfriend walking around looking like he's got a homeless person's haircut. Get in the car, I'm so pissed at you right now..." I'm frowning, thinking, 'Fuck this! I'll call Robby to come pick me up!' I'm thinking that as I get into the car. Willie watches me closely as I sit there with my head down and my satchel in my lap. He's staring down at me and tapping his foot impatiently, then slams the car door. Leaning over me, he fastens my seat belt, like I'm a toddler. Willie stops to take a deep breath and sucks on his lips, apparently thinking, then he takes another deep breath and as he lets it out, he uses a sweet calm voice, "I'm sorry, Dylan. My goddamn temper got the best of me, and I slapped your head too. Oh fuck! I didn't mean to do that, can you forgive me? Please!" I mutter, "I'll forgive you if we just get away from here quickly. You embarrassed me something terrible, Willie. Please, let's go." He says, "Yes, right away, you're right, Dylan. I was terrible and I really apologize to you. I won't lose my temper with you ever again. I've learned my lesson, okay?" He's still standing there, as I emphatically say, "Let's go! Please!" He chuckles, "Oh yeah, sorry. Here we go," and he runs around the convertible and hops in the same way he hopped out, without opening the door. The engine starts up with a roar, then it purrs with quiet power as Willie looks behind him, then leaves tire tracks backing out of the parking spot; then tire tracks heading forward roaring onto route 114 flying down the street the same way he flew up it ten minutes ago; ten minutes that seemed much longer to me now.
When we've gone about a mile, I say, "Willie, this town has as many speed traps as a backwater town in Georgia. Slow down or you'll get a ticket." He laughs, "I don't care about tickets, my dad's attorney gets all my tickets fixed somehow... hee hee. Ain't that da bomb though?!" I go, "What's that mean, 'da bomb', I've never understood that." He goes, "Hell if I know; maybe it means cool." Then I notice his haircut. He's got the coolest faux hawk haircut ever. I go, "Willie, cool haircut!" He nods his head, "Yeah, it is, isn't it?" I ask, "Did you go back to Leonard at the salon near prep?" Willie's disgusted, "That dick? Never! He wouldn't fit us in when we were getting our flattops before Key West. Remember? I'm never going back to him, I went to a salon in Boston. It cost a hundred and twenty-five bucks too, and damn well worth it." I'm thinking, 'A hundred and twenty-five dollars for a haircut? Is he out of his fucking mind?', but just mumbles, "Yeah, it's cool." Then think of the prep days and the dates we had back then, I ask, "Remember when you use to take me to Leonard's and sometimes you'd tell him to give us both faux hawk haircuts?" Willie says something that Chubby would say, "Yeah, Dylan, that was great, but we were just kids then. Now, having the same haircut seems childish," and I think of Robby and Ryan both wanting the same burr haircuts; I want a burr haircut too because they both have that haircut. Not in the cards for me probably, but I ask, "Willie, ya think I could let my hair grow in, would you mind if I did?" He shrugs as he's passing four cars that are already exceeding the speed limit, and says, "I want you to always have a shorter haircut than me, 'cause you're my boy, right?" I shrug, muttering, "Sort of," and he says, "Don't pout! I hate pouting, what'd you have in mind anyway?" I get my hopes up, "Oh, it'd be shorter than yours, I was thinking of a burr haircut." He asks, "What's that?" I describe it and he goes, "Yeah, that might be alright. The shorter version you mentioned, not the longer one 'cause I like feeling that crisp freshly barbered hair on your blond head, especially when you're sucking my cock, ya know?" I go, "Oh yeah, the shorter one would be great. Um, ah, thanks." He shoots right back, "Not this time though, you'll get the same haircut I got for you in Key West at least one or two more times; then, I'll see." and he looks over smiling, and adds, "Give Willie a kiss!" I lean over and kiss his lips, and then say, "Keep your eyes on the road, Willie." He looks over when I say that, and sees the satchel in my lap. "What's that, Dylan?" I go, "Oh this, it's my stuff for tomorrow morning. Toothbrush and clean stuff to put on and..." He interrupts, "You don't need that stuff. I bought you what you'll wear and I got you a Braun toothbrush and other things too. Toss that old thing out the window." I go, "No, I like this satchel," he says, "Well stick it behind your seat then. Get it out of my sight, it looks like it's imitation leather, too. Is it?" I mutter, "I don't know," as I put it behind my seat.
We take route 114 into Lawrencewhere Willie says, "Look in the glove box, Dylan, there's directions in there that I printed out to get to the barbershop from route 114. I gotta get a GPS for this damn car." I fish the directions out, asking, "Why is it called a 'glove box'?" He goes, "I don't know, just tell me where I need to turn." I read the directions for each turn and we end up in a very seedy part of town. Willie exclaims, "Holy shit, slums!" I tell him, "I've never been in Lawrence before, but I hear there's a very nice section of the city, as well as a lot of run down areas like this." We find the barbershop, which is as run down as the rest of the place. Willie shakes his head, muttering, "Fucking web has a picture of this place they must have been taken fifty years ago. It didn't look like this, that's for damn sure, but then neither did the motor inn." He parks right in front of the barbershop in a spot clearly marked 'BUS STOP'. He goes, "I can keep my eye on the car through the barbershop window," as he's pushing a button to put the top up. We get out, and I realize I've got a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach worrying about how short my haircut will need to be to cover all the mistakes Robby, and particularly Ryan, made cutting my hair last time. Willie locks the car by pushing a button on the little thing in his hand, as he says, "Let's go, Dylan," and he takes my hand and leads me into the barbershop with me experiencing a touch of the little boy sensation; the one I've been wondering about. And why didn't I put up a fuss because we're back in the real world now where boys holding hands is rarely, if ever, seen. Then I think, 'Hmm, knowing that Ryan experienced the same little boy sensation with his Eagle Scout that I get from Willie makes it seem less weird to me 'cause now I know I'm not the only one it happens to.' Inside the barbershop there are two Hispanic middle-aged barbers. One is cutting a man's hair very short using clippers. They advertise on their plate glass window, 'Clipper cuts our specialty' in English, under a Spanish version of the same thing in larger letters, which I assume to be the same wording in Spanish... I forget the little Spanish I was forced to learn in high school so I can't be sure. The man with the open barber's chair, says, "Tu eyes el siguiente." Willie smiles, and says, "Gracias. Do you speak English?" The barber say, "Si, yes." Willie looks at me and chuckles, saying, "Thank God for that," then to the barber, "Um, my boyfriend is in desperate need of one of your special clipper cuts," and then Willie gets his hand behind my head with a thumb behind one of my ears and his fingers behind the other, twisting my head from side to side showing my horrible haircut on both sides of my head, as my face is turning a dark shade of red. "As you can see, he's fucked-up his hair something terrible, and I need you to work your magic and make it look good." The other barber, and the customer in his barber chair, are both staring at us, bemused expressions on their faces. The other barber says, in accented English, "Miguel is no magician," and they laugh as my face burns from the hot blood that's accumulated there. Willie's laughing along with them, still with my head controlled in his strong hand. He says to the barber, who's not Miguel, "You're right, that's what we need to make this disaster look good, a magician, heehee." Then to Miguel, "I'll put him in your hands, Miguel. I've every confidence in you." Miguel does a little bow as two things occur to me: One, no one thought it odd that Willie is giving the instructions for my haircut, or that he referred to me as 'my boyfriend'; I mean no double takes or surprised looks. And two, when Miguel did that little bow, he did it in a way that seemed gay somehow. Willie probably didn't know this was a gay barbershop, not that I'd put it past him to look at a gay website for Lawrence, Massachusetts and pick out a gay-friendly barbershop. So maybe he does know. Anyway, Miguel is holding his arm out inviting me to sit in his barber chair, also with a gay affectation of limp wrists. So Willie lets go of my head and smacks my ass, saying, "Up ya go, Dylan." And I climb into this old-style barber chair. It has a cracked, black-leather seat and back, with white enamel trim that's faded to a pale yellow in places, and a razor strap hanging on the side; my sneakered feet rest on a well-worn ornate metal footrest. As I sit there with my heart pounding like a little kid, Willie gives Miguel instructions. "Ideally I'd like the hair on top an eight of an inch and the sides faded into the hairs on top. Is that possible?" Miguel is massaging my shoulders standing behind me, looking at and listening to Willie. He says, "Si, that I can do. As long as you know," and his stubby fingers rub the sides of my head above my ears, "it needs to be bare clippers down low and I'll fade it in as I cut up the sides. Very short, yes?" Willie goes, "Cut it as short as you need to give it a professional appearance. I have faith in you, Miguel, and I also have a very nice tip that will probably be moving from my pocket to yours." Miguel raises his eyebrows, muttering, "Gracias," with more activity from his hands on my shoulders and behind my neck.
As Miguel manually raises the seat, by pulling on a lever, I sit in this big barber chair as a ten year old boy who's been brought to the barber's by his daddy. My dick is already embarrassingly firm in my girlie panties, but luckily for me I'm wearing jeans so there's very little tenting so far. I'm not sure when I slipped into my little boy frame of mind; it was sometime between when Willie was manipulating my head to the amusement of those in attendance, and when he gave my ass a big slap telling me, 'Up ya go, Dylan.' All I know is I'm in a dreamy state, barely able to keep my head up, which is what Miguel notices; that I can barely keep my head up, not the dreamy state I'm in because I'm the only person on earth who knows about that, although I'll probably tell Willie about it later 'cause I just remembered him telling me he used to get this way during his deep submissive days. That was way back with that piece of shit, Larry. So it's not just Ryan and me. Miguel says, "Sit up, boy, sit all the way back in the chair," as he gets a hand under each of my armpits and lifts me to pull me back so the back of my ass is against the back of the wide seat. The chair is so deep my feet are now sitting straight out because my knees are inches from the edge of the seat. Ten year old boys are used to this sort go thing, and I stay like this. Then he lifts under my chin getting my head up, adding, "Can you sit like this for Miguel?" His face is very close to mine, so close that when I turn to look at him, his nose brushes my cheek. I say, "Yes," to his question, and he straightens-up to say to Willie, "Wow! Not only is your boyfriend beautiful, he smells good too," and both barbers and the other client laugh. Willie goes, "Ya got that right, Miguel!" While the guffawing's going on, my foggy mind is wondering if the barber will make me sit on a booster seat like when I was four or five. Everyone is having a good time, me too because this frame of mind I'm in is dreamy, like I said, but it's also carefree and as comfortable as snuggling in a goose down bed. The barber puts the strip of tissue around my neck, while unnecessarily squeezing my shoulders in the process, then another squeeze on both my shoulders gives me chills, and then the striped white cape covers most of me, a white cape with thin black stripes. Miguel runs a comb through the hairs on top of my head, then runs the palm of his hand from my forehead back, and down the back, muttering, "Raphael, this boy has a perfectly shaped head." The other barber's Raphael. He chuckles, then goes, "Are you ever going to start cutting that perfectly shaped head, Miguel?" as he nods at the front door where two more customers are walking in. It's another daddy and nine year old boy, so I'm not the only child here. Only difference is, the other nine year old boy actually looks like he's nine years old; I'm nitpicking, is what I say to that.
The actual haircut itself is almost anticlimactic to all the shenanigans that preceded it, but it is a little scary feeling bare clippers running up the sides of my head. Miguel had indicated to Willie that just above my ears would need the bare clippers, but in actuality the fade from those clippers to the one-eight inch long hair on top, didn't begin until near the top of my head. He's cut the hairs on top using the one-eighth inch attachment, then the attachment came off and he used the bare clippers on the side and my eyes got big as he ran them way up the sides, then the same in the back, leaving only a blond shadow of hair on most of my head, and I have my twin to thank for that. When done with the clippers, Miguel asks Willie, as he sharpens a straight razor using the belt hanging from the side of the chair, "You want a part shaved in your boy's hair? I suggest it should go in the middle at the front, or I can do it all the way down the top. You know, imitating his hair is parted in the middle." I sit there docilely awaiting Willie's decision. Willie says, "No, no part; he didn't like it last time I got one shaved in for him," and Miguel says, "It don't look complete without it," and Willie goes, "No thank you, Miguel. I gotta look out for my boy, ya know." Miguel shrugs, "You da boss," and reaches over to a shaving cream dispenser that pours out some white foamy stuff Miguel uses to outline my hairline from front to the sides all the way around to the back. It's warm shaving cream and feels nice. As he shaves his version of my hairline, bringing my sideburns to points, I'm surprised to see there's a noticeable difference between the bare-clipper cut hair and the razored outline. I do have hair on the sides, hardly any, but some. I'm relieved and pleasantly surprised that it looks okay after all. Way too short, but it's okay compared to what I thought it would look like. After Miguel exaggerates putting witch hazel along the shaved outline, doing way more touching of my shoulders and head than could possibly be necessary, he's finished. Taking the cape off me and shaking it, he asks Willie, "You like?" Willie comes over for a close inspection, saying, "Hey, you are a magician, Miguel. It's awesome!" I'm still sitting here like an inanimate object with the strip of tissue around my neck. Miguel asks Willie, "Is it okay if I give your boyfriend a peck on the cheek for being so good while he got his haircut?" Willie goes, "You deserve that, Miguel, I'm very pleased with my boy's haircut." The peck on my cheek Miguel gives me is very similar to a sloppy kiss and after he gives it to me, with my face turning red again, and everyone chuckling, Miguel takes off the tissue strip from around my neck and says, "You can get down now, boy." Then he asks me a question, the first he's addressed me directly, "You like Miguel's haircut?" Still deep in a trance, rubbing his sloppy kiss off my cheek with the palm of my hand, I quietly mumble, "Yes I do, thank you," and this makes everyone chuckle except the real-nine-year-old, who's frowning at me, apparently confused. Miguel whispers to Willie, "He's so cute, I want to take a bite of him." Willie smiles, "Yeah, me too," and gives the barber some money which is accepted with gracious thanks and a "You bring him back here anytime you want, you hear?" Willie goes, "Oh, we'll be back, for sure," and he picks up my limp hand and leads me outside as I look for a fire extinguisher to put out the flames on my face. Willie's ecstatic, "Damn, we lucked-out picking the right barber this time, huh, Dylan?" As if I had anything to do with it. I mumble, "Uh huh, Willie," and he slaps my back and gets his arm around my neck, asking, "What's wrong? Don't ya like the haircut? You were so quiet all through your haircut, ya never said anything." Out on the street, with Willie so exuberant, slapping me on the back and all, my trance fades away, and I say, "No, I like it, it's the best I could hope for after Ryan fucked it up so badly." Thankfully he doesn't pay any attention to what I just said, so I don't need to explain who Ryan is.
Willie unlocks the car and we get in. When he turns the car on, he puts the top down, looking at me, "You look like Willie's boyfriend again. Jesus though, I've never seen a haircut that short before," and naturally he reaches over to rub my head, saying, "Lean your head over so Willie can feel your whole head." I lean over and he rubs my head chuckling, then, "It feels like sandpaper on the sides. I like that feel too. Yeah, this is you, Dylan... Willie's boy. Okay, put your seat belt on now, I'm taking you to our dumpy room for our first fuck of the day. You got your panties on, I assume." I mutter, "Yeah. Do you really think my haircut looks alright?" He laughs, "You're damn right I do and I'm bringing you back for one just like it in three weeks, at the latest. It's like that guy in that Key West club said, 'Keep your boy's hair real short to remind him who his man is'. It was something like that. Here we go." I gulp, still feeling the after- effects of my little boy trance. Jeez, that was something alright. Not a care in the world, unlike now that I'm worried about the guys seeing this haircut. My dick's still stiff in my pants so I adjust it and Willie goes, "I'll do that for you, Dylan," and he gropes my crotch, exclaiming, "You got this stiffy when I mentioned me fucking you, didn't ya?" I go, "Yeah, I guess," then I say, "Actually I had it in the barber's chair 'cause I got in one of those little boy frames of mind." He's excited, "What did I do to put you in that ultra-submissive mode?" I make a face, muttering, "I don't know, just the way you were treating me like I was your child." He laughs, "You're priceless, baby. You are my boy though, ain't ya?" I go, "Sort of," the same answer I gave him last time because I'm not sure what he means by that. He gets us to the run-down motor inn without killing us, and pulls in front of a room, saying, "Wait till you see this dump, and it's their so called bridal suite. Jesus!" We get out and he unlocks the door as I check the parking lot to see only two other cars. Guess they don't get much business, and when we're inside the room I can see why. Everything looks old and worn. The big bed sags in the middle. Willie says, "We're slumming it big time, Dylan. Don't move," and he goes into the bathroom and brings out a couple of towels, smelling them. "They're old but clean, I can smell bleach; not that I'd ever use one to dry myself with." I look questioningly at him, and he goes, "Get undressed, put your clothes on this towel. I don't trust that arm chair, there's stains on it. And I wouldn't even touch that bedspread without latex gloves on." I take my shirt off, not really horny because of Ryan's dominant fuck earlier today, but arguing with Willie is a waste of time. Anyway, even if I'm not horny there's nothing wrong with a good fuck any time, and Willie fucks me good.
Dropping my shirt on the towel and looking at Willie, who's looking at me, I ask, "Aren't you getting undressed?" He says, "Don't concern yourself with what I'm doing, just do what you're told." I gulp, doing something with my lips, a little pissed-off at that, but kick my sneakers off and take off my jeans anyway. Pulling down my pink panties, Willie goes, "Leave the panties on for now," and he comes over to stand at my side so he can rub my left buttock with his right hand and cups my nuts in his left. "God, you've got an awesome body, so slim, but nice definition. Your chest is awesome," and he squeezes my nuts, but it's child play compared to Ryan's squeeze and I'm able to just stand there. Willie says, "Good boy, Dylan," and he squeezes them harder and this time I wince. Willie lets go of my balls and rubs the palm of his hand around my belly, quietly saying, "You've retained some of my training on how to be a good submissive boyfriend. I mean the training in Key West, haven't you?" I don't want to bust his bubble, but most of my submissive manner is a hangover from the last two dominant fucks Ryan's laid on me, so I go, "Sure, Willie." He rubs my nipples, asking, "This hickey, who gave you that? It looks like it's a few days old." Actually I think Robby gave me that a week ago, but it was so big it's still visible. I mumble, "My other boyfriend, Robby." "Does he look like his brother?" asks Willie, and I go, "Yeah, they're identical except Robby has blond hair like me, and blue eyes too." Willie mutters, "His brother's a cute kid alright, although a real wiseass. So, I got a lot of competition, do I?" I go, "Yep," and he smacks my ass hard. Okay, I had been thinking Robby and Ryan smacked my ass harder than Willie, but I was misremembering that. Willie smacks harder. He says, "Good, no complaints. Why do I smack your ass anytime I want to, Dylan?" Hmmm, I think I remember what he said in Key West, "Is it so I remember you're the dominant one in our boyfriend duo?" He smacks it again hard, and whatever reason he wants me to say is bogus right now anyway, as he's smacking my ass because I agreed that Robby's major competition for Willie. He wanted me to say something like, 'No Willie, he's not a major competitor compared to you. You're my main boyfriend,' but I won't say that because it's not true. He goes, "I don't like spanking you, but you need it because you've lost that devotion to me you had in Key West. I knew you would because I was away too long, but that trip I took couldn't be avoided. Pull your panties below your ass, this spanking is for your benefit, not mine." I do that and he spanks my ass about twenty times and it's just as bad as Ryan's, maybe worse. I thought I'd surprise Willie by being able to take it after getting my ass toughened by Ryan, but I start tearing up again. The second time today, so I'm doing something wrong here, that's fer sure. When my ass is shiny red and burning hot, I start nagging, "I'm sorry, Willie, I learned my lesson, no more..." but he keeps spanking and my hands go back trying to protect my ass. Willie's out of breath, but calm when he says, "This is for your own good. Keep your hands away, please." I clasp them in front as he spanks me some more, and like with Ryan, I've soon got mucus running down my lip and tears streaming down my face. I'm not crying per se, but the tears come anyway, and they cause the mucus. Finally done, still calm, he says, "Kneel on the other towel, and suck me a hard boner and then I'm going to fuck your smacked pussy while it's still red-hot and stinging." I mutter, "Yes, Willie," so glad he stopped spanking me. But he's put me in a submissive frame of mind, so the spanking has some benefit for me. Like Willie said, it's for my benefit.
On my knees in front of him, I undo his designer jeans and pull out his long cock. Seeing it again makes me think of Ryan's. His isn't this long, although his does grow when hard, so it's comparable. As stinging as my ass is, I'm getting used to it and spanking is very dominant so it's not that I hate it. I'm just worried I'll start liking it like Ryan does, he gets erections from being spanked. Well, any erection is okay by me although I certainly don't have one now. Willie sees my face, and goes, "Oh man, I made you cry. Just stay there," and he goes into the bathroom with his dick swinging free, and comes out with some tissues. "Blow your nose and wipe your eyes." Damn, I almost wish Willie would do it like Ryan. I blow my nose and wipe my eyes thinking, 'That spanking really puts me in my place and tells me who's the boss.' Willie was so fucking ballsy and dominant to do that; a hard spanking is a very effective tool for dominant types, I gotta agree. Us submissives just got to learn to take it if we want to get in a good solid submissive frame of mind and enjoy to the max our dominant partner fucking us hard. Jeez, I'm getting stiff just thinking how Willie immediately acted when he saw I was being a tad snippy with my remarks. He realized right away I've been out from under his control for too long and I've slipped with my attitude towards him; he knew I needed a good hard spanking to get me back thinking submissively the way I need to be with him. It's one of those caveat emptor situations where I know what I'm getting myself into by going on a date with Willie. I kinda respect him for it too 'cause I do know exactly what I'm getting into when entering Willie's world; you won't hear me whining about things when he needs to get tough with his boy. Ha ha, I kinda like the sound of that... 'his boy'. It makes me feel special and he treats me special too; that is, once I adjust my attitude and remember who I'm with. It was such a rush in Key West, really hot, and I've let that slip from my thoughts, but Willie will straighten me out quickly. He's got my haircut squared away already and now the spanking; I get it! And, Willie doesn't get off spanking me, it's just part of his responsibility, while Ryan gets a tight boner when he does it, so Willie's a little more sophisticated with his dominant personality. Naturally he just took it for granted I'd accept the discipline 'cause I haven't given him any reason to think otherwise since the forth or fifth day in Key West. I want to experience that ten-year-old sensation again, that's really the coolest. "All set?" Willie asks, holding out the waste basket for me to dump the soiled tissues in. I go, "Yes, Willie," and realize I'm going deeper in my submissive mode; not the deepest I can get to yet, but I'm feeling pretty damn submissive to Willie, fer sure. It was the spanking on top of the the haircut. Willie knows how to do it alright, and he didn't waste any time getting me straightened out either. With Ryan we go through a routine step by step, but Willie handles things as they happen. No routine for Willie, he freelances it; that's the the way my dominant Willie rolls. And that penis on him! Oh boy, this will be fun and I want to enjoy it and concentrate on Willie, not worry about what Ryan and Robby are up to. Robby said he was sleeping in our bed alone tonight, but there's always the pickup before bedtime. I just told myself not to think of Robby, and I do it anyway.
Willie smacks the top of my head again, like he said he wasn't going to do after he did it outside Fuddruckers. He says, "Wake-up, Dylan. What's wrong with you?" I drop my eyes, mumbling I'm sorry Willie," then I explain, "I was in a daze thinking how well you handled everything today, and how much I'm liking my submissive condition with you". He melts, going, "Oh my God, I love that you said that. You really are special," and he cups under my chin raising my face as he leans down and gives me a lot of tongue while kissing me deeply, rubbing the back of my head during the kiss. My arms hug around his legs and it's sooo sexy. Willie goes at the kiss until I'm making "Mmmm" sounds in my throat. Then he slides his lips off mine and pulls my face into his crotch, as he's standing up, and I'm hungry for his cock. As I suck and kick his cock and balls, I'm thinking, 'He's so hot!' Willie keeps pressure at the back of my head so my face is pressed against his lower belly, his cock hanging straight down against my chin, while I energetically lick and suck on the part of his cock's shaft I can get to, the top four inches. His dark pubic hairs have grown out to about an inch in length, not long enough to curl, and they're soft. And as I've said many times, Willie has one of the top four or five natural sexy scents I've had the pleasure to inhale, and while he's always clean, his scent is strong at his private parts and I inhale it deeply while sucking on his cock shaft. It firms up and Willie takes his hand away from the back of my head. I grab his cock and get the head of it in my mouth and begin sucking it hard with lots of spit, so much so that saliva is drooling down my chin. Being spanked so long and hard got me back to appreciating what I got in Willie: He's got a big cock, he loves me, he's generous, and we do awesome sex together, as well as having awesome adventures on our dates. I'm going to behave and avoid discipline, that's the sensible way to roll. Sucking his cock's head I roll my eyes up to look at Willie, hoping for approval. Willie has a neutral expression on his face. He sees my eyes looking at him, so he says, "You've got a ways to go, Dylan, before you can be totally Willie's boy." I take his cock out of my mouth and hold the very firm penis is my fingers with more spit drooling down my chin. And, feeling properly submissive, I say, "I'll please you Willie, you'll see. I love our dates," then I put his cock back in my mouth, still looking up to my dominant sex partner as he grins, then rubs my bristly hair on top of my head, saying, "I have no doubt you will, Dylan, because I saw it in Key West and know you love it, you love being submissive to me and I'm going to dominate your ass for the next twenty hours, or whenever it is you need to take that final exam, and when you say goodbye you're going to be nagging me about the next time I'll take you on a date. I'm quite confident of that and very happy and pleased about it too. Your other so-called boyfriend can't take you where you want to go, where you know you want to go." I'm still looking up with my eyes as I suck this fantastic cock of his, it's not so big around though, so it can slide up my ass just right, and it's oh so long it can hit spots in my rectum no one else has been able to reach. I love getting fucked by Willie. He lets a quiet moan slip past his lips as I give his cock head a especially hard suck with my lips and a fast move around the head with my tongue. Then he says, "I happen to know exactly how you feel when you're submissive because I was you when I was with that asshole Larry, and I know it got me hotter than I ever thought I could get, especially when he was uber-dominant to me. So, it's simple, you're now like I was then, and I know how to further your pleasure like no one else you know can. I'm going to do it, and you're going to go along with me because that's your nature, and instead of me chasing you, you'll be chasing me." I nod my head stupidly because the tone of voice Willie's using is soothing and oh so confident that I'm positive he knows what he's talking about. He says, "That's enough now," but I suck his whole cock in my mouth wanting to take it down my throat. I suck on his now hard cock, and like Ryan, Willie slaps my face, saying, "I said that's enough!" and again I think, 'Is there a manual for dominant sex partners, or is it instinct?' They all know what to do. My face stings and I drop my eyes. Willie goes, "I'm sorry, Dylan, I lost my temper again," and he kisses the side of my face, quietly saying, "You need to stand up now because I want to fuck your smacked ass, your smacked pussy actually."
Willie's apology allows me to act a little petulant, as I hesitate before getting up, then mumble, "You smacked me, Willie." He smacks me again, saying, "I know I did, and I said I was sorry and then you rubbed it in to me, what the fuck's wrong with you today?" Well, being petulant didn't work I guess, as he goes on, "Don't you remember anything I taught you about being a good submissive boyfriend?" Then he smacks my face a third time. Then he says, "You've got a lot to re-learn. I've been patiently overlooking your insolence up till now, but it's pissing me off, Dylan." I'm frowning, rubbing my face. He asks, "Okay, lets cut to the chase... do you want to be Willie's boyfriend or not? If not, I'll drive you wherever your home is right now! It's your decision, you're not a prisoner, ya know. You don't need to do anything I say, just tell me to drop dead if that's what you think. Make up your mind!" Oh man! I'm deep into my submissive trance now and can barely say, "I'm sorry." He asks, "What's that mean, Dylan? What do you want? I'll drive you home and then I'll get to sleep in a wonderfully clean and comfortable place tonight, and I'm referring to my fuckin' bedroom. I'm doing this, um, slumming for you." I can't think of anything to say to that. His face slaps and lecture are causing me to get so deep into this submissive state of mind, it's like a runaway train once it gets going and I lose control of it. I'm standing in front of Willie now, not saying anything, looking at the floor. He hugs my naked body against his clothed one. His cock hanging out the front of his zipper has lost it's hardness, as it's pressing limply against my bare thigh, losing it's bone status during Willie's angry harangue at me. He kisses my face as I meld into him, loving being hugged. He talks quietly, "I told you that you ruined me for all other boys because they can't compare to you, then I reconnected with this kid who lives two doors down from me and something clicked. Oh, not with me dominating him like I do with you." Willie's rubbing my almost nonexistent hair, liking the crisp feel I suppose. I'm comfortably in my deep submissive mood hearing dominant Willie tell me his story. He goes, "Devon and me messed around as kids. At that time I was like you, really submissive and Devon was a tough dominant type. I'd suck his cock like five times a week, and he'd slap my face, although he never spanked me... heh heh, I wish he had back then. Anyway, I went to prep and he went to the local high school, so I hadn't seen him for three or four years. I saw him this past weekend and we took a trip down memory lane, except now he's even more dominant than he used to be and I got a chance to experience being submissive again. Oh man, he spanked me this time, and fucked me so hard I had to sleep on my stomach that night. We got some plans for future activities, but what I'm saying is, I know how a submissive needs to act, and you act that way sometimes, and then sometimes you don't. Devon showed me how a dominant needs to act too, so that's a long way around to telling you I gotta be tougher with you, and therefore the slaps on your face. They'll be more if you want to continue our date. If not, like I said, I'll drive you home and I'll get my rocks off with Devon. I'm done kissing your ass. So, what's it going to be?"
I stand there with the sniffles, thinking, 'Well, I've been put in my place again, called out if you will, and lately it seems to happen frequently, but no way am I going back to my apartment with my tail between my legs, and not knowing what I might find there... no thank you'. And I realize, being honest with myself, that I don't wanna do that anyway. I say, "I'll be good, Willie. I want to stay with you." He goes, "Yeah, I kinda thought you would. I know how strong the submissive urges can pull on a person because I've lived that with Larry and re-experienced it recently with Devon." He lifts my head with a finger under my chin, but I can't look him in the eyes. Willie asks quietly, "You going to be Willie's good boy?" I nod my head up and down, and he goes, "Tell me you are!" I say, "I'll be your good boy, Willie." He hugs me again, kissing the side of my face, then planting a long wet kiss on the side of my forehead, holding it there for half a minute, before mumbling, "Good 'cause I'd sure hate to need to go through life without a boyfriend who smells as sexy and wonderful as you do." Then another long kiss, and a muttered, "Just stand here while I suck a hickey on your neck, not on your shoulder like the amateur who gave you this pathetic hickey. I want mine to be visible all the time." I can't help but think that Willie should have seen Robby's hickey when it was new. It was like an inch high. I make sure to stand very still as Willie licks and kisses and sucks on a spot on my neck near my shoulder. Even when the hickey is burning and sore and Willie's doing little bites on it, I don't complain, just stand there with my head to the side. It's like Dracula has cast a spell on me. When I'm about to scream at the stinging and burning, Willie's finally satisfied. He goes, "We'll keep that hickey all summer, Dylan. I'll suck on it every date we have. It'll be my signature on you. Is that alright with you?" Again I nod my head, but don't say anything until Willie slaps me again and now I'm an eight year old naughty boy. He says, "I asked you a question. Is it alright if I keep sucking on this hickey every date we have so it stays high and red all summer?" I say, "Yes, Willie. I want to wear your hickey all summer," and my voice comes out squeaking, like a preteen might sound. This makes Willie chuckle and ask, "How old do you feel at this moment?" I answer immediately, my eyes downcast, "Eight," and he says, "You're lucky. That's an awesome sensation and I almost felt it with Devon when we got together, but it didn't quite happen, although I wish it had. I remember the experience with Larry, who I didn't even like, as being a wonderful state of mind. Okay, we understand each other. On your knees and suck my cock." Without a moment's hesitation I drop to my knees and suck Willie's cock and balls like I've never sucked before and when his hard eight-inch cock is laying against my forehead, wet and drooling with precum and spit, I lap and suck his balls until Willie says, "Jesus! That was awesome, baby. Now get up and I'll fuck your sperm out of those cute nuts of yours."
I stand up immediately, extremely submissive, but not eight years old any longer. My cock is hard, up tight up against my belly; that's what always happens when I suck a cute boy's cock. Willie turns me around with a hand on each of my shoulders. He goes, "Oh, your buttocks have lost their red shine. Bend over and I'll bring them back to hot and shiny red." I bend over with my hands on my knees, and Willie gives me another spanking, and it puts me right back to being a naughty little boy; a ten year old this time. Getting a spanking on my already smacked ass gets me bawling, and being ten years old that seems like an understandable thing to do. Willie doesn't comment on it. Instead, when my ass cheeks are alive with fire, he says, "Stay like that," and the head of his boner pokes and then penetrates my asshole. First spreading the lips of my anus, then plugging in past my sphincter, and two inches up my ass. I don't even feel any pain, what with my buttocks pulsating with stinging heat and my throbbing hickey. Willie, inspired by his childhood dominant neighbor, has taken his dominance way up there. I wonder how far up it can go? He forces his cock up my rectum, inch by inch, until his inch long pubic hairs are flush with my burning, smacked ass. Withdrawing it slowly, then pushing it back up my rectum at the same speed gets a moan from me and a "Mmmm," from Willie. Back out it comes and then in and it's getting smoother now. Willie grabs my hips and begins a fast fucking of my ass and I'm soon feeling wonderful sensations inside me and the spanking and slaps on my face and the high burning hickey begin fading from my mind. All I can think about is Willie's long boner, and my ass. He picks up the speed and the force of his penetrations as my body begins rocking to and fro. The awesomely sensitive spots in my rectum, particularly my prostate, are alive and tingling with pleasure as I moan and call out out Willie's name. "Mmm, ahh, Willie fuck me...." and it comes out jumbled because my body's rocking to and fro. It gets so wild that Willie's basically pulling me on and off his cock with his strong arms and tight grip of my hips. All of Willie's dominant discipline combine in my brain, then combines with the sheer ecstatic pleasure I get from being fucked by someone who knows what they're doing, and it all has me aroused to new heights. My whole body is shuddering, chills racing through my body, goose bumps on my spanked buttocks pop out and my cock drops down stretching the panties out the full six-inches It's such a tight boner it aches. I feel the lips of my pee slit gaping open and then close, open and close, open and close as my balls retreat inside me and I scream out as cum flies from my cock, filling my panties. I pull the panties off my boner and a stronger steam of cum spatters when hitting the floor, then sprays on my feet and legs. Another loud squeal, calling, "Willieeeeeeeee!" as another stream of boy spunk joins its brothers on the floor and my explosive orgasm continues. I'm writhing in Willie's grasp as he keeps plowing my ass grunting and moaning in pleasure himself. More, much smaller spurts of cum, appear with my cock tingling and vibrating. It's over too quickly, then I'm limp after that enormous climax; so limp I'm barely able to stand as Willie continues driving his cock inside me. Then I feel Willie's sharp stream of cum fill my rectum as he's doing desperate "Ump. Ump. Ump!" sounds. More wetness in my ass and a warmth that feels wonderful and soooo sexy with his cum drooling from my ass now. Ten more penetrations in my spunk-filled pussy and then Willie pulls out to reach over me and pull my head towards him. I turn around with my mouth open and tongue out, waiting for my dominant sex partner's messy cock. I know my place now, fer sure. He slides his cock in on my tongue and it's covered with his cum, along with stuff from my ass. Willie keeps sliding it in right down my throat as I gag, then take it all until his cum-wet pubic hairs surround my mouth and go up my nose. What a sexy smelling boy Willie is, what an awesome dominant sex partner he is too, and what a wonderful hard fuck of my sore spanked ass, and now a wonderful fuck of my slapped face. I'm very much under Willie's influence, but not ten years old anymore. Now I'm a nineteen year old gay boy, over-sexed and not giving a damn that I am. Some of us are wired to love getting fucked, love sucking cute boy's cocks, and love being submissive to a cute boy who knows how to do it right, and nobody knows how to dominantly fuck me better than Willie. Over two years of experience with me and Willie knows full well when and how to push all the right buttons with me.
When I'm in desperate need for air I back off his cock for a few seconds to inhale deeply and noisily before Willie gets his hand behind my head and pulls my head back onto his cock. I lick it as it passes my tongue to go down my throat again with Willie moaning and rubbing my barbered head; barbered almost bald because that's how Willie wants it, and I do what Willie says and get the greatest sexual pleasure out of doing it too, and I don't care what others may say. I love it when I'm into it, and never mind that I'll be embarrassed, pissed-off, and humiliated with myself afterwards. It's the here and now that I'm into and it's as high a submissive-sexual high as there is for me. When he's satisfied I've sucked his cock clean, Willie pulls it from my mouth with my teeth lightly scraping it, Willie's making a noisy inhale through his closed lips. "Jesus! That felt good!" from Willie, then, "Stand-up now, Dylan." I do and he turns me around to slide his cock back up my ass with both of us going, "Ahhhhh," together. He hugs my back to his chest, me naked and Willie fully clothed. In my ear he whispers, "Isn't it better this way, Dylan? You doing what you're told like you did in Key West." I mumble, "Yes, it's perfect, Willie." He whispers, "That was wonderful sex, Dylan. Do you know how much Willie loves his boy?" I nod my head, saying, "I think I do," and he whispers, "If I didn't love you so much do you think I'd go to all this trouble to teach you how to be good?" I go, "Probably not, Willie," and he continues to whisper eerily, "You may not know it, but I hate disciplining you. It does nothing for me sexually. I'm not into that kind of thing, but I force myself to be hard so we can enjoy our submissive/dominant relationship. It's how it works. Can you tell me you forgive me?" I say, "Uh huh, I forgive you." He asks, "You going to be Willie's good boy so you don't make Willie do what he hates to do? Because I hate spanking your awesome bubble butt ass or slapping you on your beautiful face." I say, "I'll be good for you Willie," as I savor the feeling of his cock up my ass. He says, "Thank you, Dylan. Do you want Willie to fuck you some more?" I go, "Yes," and he fucks me for fifteen more minutes getting a second orgasm out of his nuts, but my nuts have been drained twice today already, so while I loved the second fuck, it left me wanting another orgasm... one I couldn't produce. I suck Willie's cock clean again and then he takes me into the bathroom, his arm around my shoulders and pulls up the front of my panties, then gently cleans my spanked ass and the back of my legs, but leaves my cum soaking the front of my panties and his cum up my ass, where some will drool out as soon as he's done wiping my buttocks clean.
Finished cleaning the outside of my ass, he pulls up my panties in back, saying, "You'll wear these cum soaked panties the rest of the night. Next time I fuck you, do not pull your panties down in front. It's a good thing for you that you spunked in your panties enough to soak them with cum." I go, "Yes, Willie," and he hugs me again, saying, "I love when you're like this, Dylan. You're perfect when you know your place. Don't make Willie need to remind you again." Another long kiss, then Willie washes his hands, telling me, "Cup your cock and balls, Dylan. Squish the cum into the material of the panties." I do that and my cum soaks right into the fabric with some running down the front of my thighs. "Good, now do the same with you cute ass," and I press the back of my panties against my buttocks and they absorb in the cum that has already drooled out of me; there will be more drippings as well. He dries his hands, saying, "Okay, that's good. Now get dressed because we have shopping to do." I nod my head and do what I'm told, feeling like a very, very good, and very, very submissive boy for Willie. As I dress, he goes, "I've got a soapless anti-bacterial thing in the car that I'll use on my hands because I don't know if that hand towel is germ-free. Not that I'm a germaphobe or anything, but come on, this place is old and beat-up." I stand-up straight being sure to pay close attention to every word Willie has to say. He smiles, and says, "I want to see your cute smile now, Dylan," and I find I can smile just fine and do so. "That's my good boy! Okay, is there a Target or department store nearby?" and with Willie's normal conversation a lot of my deep submissiveness fades, but it's there in a lesser form just the same. I learned my place, like Willie said, and no more complaining or disagreeing with anything Willie wants to do, or wants me to do. I'm going to be his good boy from now on because he's right... it is much better when I'm like that. I go, "There's a Kohl's a couple miles down route 114, Willie." He says, "Great, lets go, Willie's boy," and he gets his arm around my neck and my arm goes around his waist, just like in Key West so I guess I was wrong about things being different back here in the real world... it's the same world when Willie's involved no matter if it's Key West or North Andover. As we walk to the car with our arms around each other, there's a small group of people coming back to their room from the Dunkin' Donuts next door. They gawk at us, two openly gay boys being affectionately demonstrative in public, but I pay them no mind, and Willie isn't even aware they're there. He says, "You ready to help Willie shop for stuff at Kohl's?" I go, "You bet, Willie," and he stops to kiss me with that aforementioned group not ten feet from us. I close my eyes and enjoy the lips-on-lips kiss, kissing Willie back with all my might. Then we get in the car and squeal out of the parking lot. We're going shopping.
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com
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