DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 57
by Donny Mumford
We're in Willie's Porsche Boxster convertible with the top down and the heater blaring; the radio's blaring, too. It's seven o'clock and dark on this rather chilly Wednesday night in early May. Our destination is 'The Purple Door Club' in Providence, Rhode Island. It sounds suspiciously like a gay club, and it is. Willie discovered it online when planning our date. He does that before all our dates, he plans and arranges stuff ahead of time. It's good in a way 'cause it's usually an interesting time and everything goes smoothly, but bad in a way too because he never asks me what I want to do. I'd like to go to a movie or something simple like that once in awhile, but Willie rejects that suggestion as too pedestrian. I'm reading Willie's Mapquest directions to him from a printout he did yesterday. Oh yeah, and there's a surprise waiting for me at the club that Willie's arranged. It's a private club, by the way, although somehow Willie's not worried about that minor technicality. I'm sure he's already wangled an invitation some way or other; a way that wouldn't occur to me. When I'm on a date with Willie Worthington I wear girlie panties, this goes without saying, and of course they're saturated in both our cum; mine in front and Willie's in back from the spunk that drooled out of my ass. On the one hand it's sexy, but on the other hand wet panties are uncomfortable. I'm squirming in the leather bucket seat worried Willie's cum is going to soak through these awesome Abercrombie & Fitch skinny chinos I'm wearing. Willie gave me these pants as a present earlier today, along with everything else I'm wearing tonight, including a hundred and twenty dollar pair of the most comfortable sneakers I've ever had on my feet. I already forget the name of them, it's a brand I've never heard of before. Damnit, now the panties are in my ass crack. I was wearing these same girlie panties earlier today as well, and they were filled with cum then too, but from an earlier fuck Willie laid on my pussy, er, it's actually my ass. That was when we went on a shopping trip to Kohl's for things intended, basically, to cover or replace almost everything in the dumpy room we're staying in tonight at a run-down motor inn close to Merrimack College. I was wearing jeans for the trip to Kohl's so wasn't worried about Willie's cum soaking through the back of the denim material.
Willie's actually in great spirits now that he's straightened me out with some serious spanking discipline earlier. The discipline went a long way towards putting me in my place, which I'm still in, so ta speak. Believe me, I learned where my place is after three spankings. The hard spankings also put me in a submissive frame of mind, but I expect that whenever I'm on a date with Willie 'cause he's got the dominance thing down pat. I kinda like it, being put in my place I mean. I'm submissive with Willie, and not just in sex like I am with other boys. No, with Willie he's trained me to be submissive all the time. Surprisingly I don't mind that either, but in small doses only, not more than a couple days of it. More than a couple of days wouldn't work for me. I discovered that bit of knowledge in Key West, and I say that because being with a dominant Willie for a week might put me into such a deep submission, I'd never get out of it. I can imagine myself walking beside Willie with a dog collar around my neck and him holding the leash, saying, "Heel, Dylan!" and me walking properly a little behind him panting and waiting for Willie to doggie fuck me again. And since that's not how I envision my future, I'm not going to be stupid enough to let Willie loose on me for a whole week. And I say that because, for one thing, a doggie collar would probably be uncomfortable, never mind being on a leash which seems a tad restrictive. For another thing I'd be wasting my college education being Willie's pet dog, and for yet another thing there isn't much advancement possibilities in being someone's pet. I'd rather work for Robby and become a supervisor where I'd be able to interview cute boys to hire for my crew. Haha, I'll have the cutest grass-cutting crew Dickers Landscaping and Design's ever seen, but maybe not the most productive one. Damn, I hate the thought of being a serious adult some day. Oh, I should explain something: I was in Key West with Willie for a week, but Willie was only dominant three out of the seven days, so I survived that okay although some submissive traits actually stayed with me when I got home and I carried them over with Robby. So, some good came out of Key West for Robby and me, too. It also might have encouraged Robby to pursue the more dominant personality we've been dealing with lately. Oh sure, it's made Robby seem hotter than a firecracker from my perspective, but Robby's extra confidence also produced my twin boyfriend Ryan, and there's both some good and some bad aspects of that too. So, nothing's perfect.
On our trip to Providence we take I-93 south into Boston and then pick-up I-95 south there. The trip should take an hour and a half but Willie drives fast so we get there in an hour and twenty minutes. Once we're in the city though it gets a little hairy because some of the smaller streets have poor signage. After getting lost twice, with Willie grumbling that he needs a Garmin GPS device, and insinuating I'm not reading the directions properly, we find the club. It's a nondescript building with a small sign 'The Purple Door' painted purple. I've been to a couple of gay bars with Willie in the past and each were different. The one in Sea Isle was into BDSM type stuff and the one in Key West was into dancing. I prefer the latter. This one... well it remains to be seen what it's all about because Willie won't tell me anything. From the outside it's obviously a large venue so maybe there's different floors of entertainment to accommodate a variety of tastes. You know... the 'leather and levi crowd' or the 'cruise and jockstrap crowd', or the basically 'Disney electrical parade, for the chaps crowd' with lots of loud dance music. Who knows? Serving alcohol is the primary business of them all and therefore is the common denominator no matter the crowd. These bars serve as a meeting place valued by patrons as the singular place closeted gay men and lesbians can be open and demonstrative about their sexuality without fear of discovery. The Purple Door isn't advertising it's secrets, it's a discreet and virtually unidentifiable building. At the door there's a small line of maybe twelve people being admitted one at a time after showing something to the man blocking the entrance. The line moves quickly and when it's our turn there are already six men of varying ages behind us in line. We're stopped by a bouncer-type guy, who politely says, "I'm sorry boys, but this is a private club for ages twenty-one and up and you're obviously not of age." Willie says nothing, just hands the doorman a slip of paper which the bouncer reads and then turns his back to us and talks into his cell phone. Turning back to us, he says, "Someone will be down to escort you to the third floor. Step aside please and let these guys through." We lean against the building as the men who were behind us in line show the bouncer some form of membership card and are admitted. I ask Willie, "How'd you get a pass to this club?" He goes, "You'll see," and he smiles happily. Sure enough, a young man with many visible piercings appears, saying, "Let me see the email, Damien." The bouncer hands it to him and the escort glances at it, muttering, "That's the right password," then to Willie and me, "Follow me boys," and we follow him through the door and then through a second door.
Inside is a large room with perhaps sixty people drinking, talking, and dancing. They're are many of the things in this room you'd find in any traditional bar, except this one is occupied mostly by men and it features loud dance music, elaborate lighting design with video projectors, and there's a machine producing fog on the raised dance platform. Very cool place! It's relatively early in the evening though, so later it'll probably be much more crowded. We walk through the bar where a large sign advertises "WET UNDERWEAR CONTEST TONIGHT" which sounds interesting, but we go past that to another door which leads to a flight of stairs, and up we go. Then another flight of stairs where I see a darker, smaller bar. At the entrance of this bar, checking the credentials of patrons, is a guy wearing only a slinky pair of undies, which I find odd. Behind him I see maybe twenty men at the bar and two mostly naked go-go type young boys dancing on a small stage behind the bar, but neither of them is particularly cute. We don't go in there either though, we're headed down the hall to another bar with a younger clientele, all male this time. There are some cute boys here, but only a few and they're looking smug sitting over in the corner by themselves. Guess they're representing the stuck-up breed of cute boys. Music is fairly loud, but no dance floor and only a small bar with eight occupied stools in front. The male bartender is an older, surprisingly scruffy looking character considering this is an otherwise upscale club. Our escort has not introduced himself and he doesn't now either as he merely says, "It'll be a half hour or so. Get yourselves something to drink at the bar and smoke 'em if ya got 'em," then he goes over to the scruffy bartender and points to Willie and me saying something to him. Scruffy nods his head and wiggles his fingers at us indicating we should come over.
It's all very interesting, but a little suspicious too, so I ask Willie, "What the fuck's going on?" He smiles and says, "Nothing yet. You'll see soon enough. Come on, let's get a drink. Whaddaya want?" I go, "Something that doesn't taste like alcohol," and we wander over to Scruffy as three young men get up and head for the rest room. Scruffy says, "Sit down. What can I get you?" Willie says, "My boy will have a vodka and orange juice and I'll have a manhattan straight up." I'm waiting for Scruffy to say something like, 'What do you really want?' but instead he says, "Coming right up," and he goes about making those drinks. Willie lights a cigarette as I look around and all of a sudden realize the strangeness of this situation has somehow eliminated most of my submissive frame of mind. Maybe because my antenna is up and my instinct is telling me something isn't right here. There's a door in the back of the bar with a sign reading, "FANTASY FILMS" and then there's the door we came in, but that's it except for the 'restroom' sign. I go, "Willie, does this have anything to do with "Fantasy Films'?" He didn't see the sign so he looks shocked that I would know there is a "Fantasy Films" connection to this club. Willie's like, "How the hell did you know that?" I mutter, "Just a wild guess. What's this all about?" He says, "Oh alright, I got you a private audition to maybe be in one of their videos. You know, if the audition goes okay. And hey, get this... you'll get two thousand dollars for an hour or two of filming, maybe more than that when they see how cute you are. Not tonight though, tonight's just the audition. Isn't that the coolest? I mean, I know you're a little strapped for funds and all, so I figured..." As he lets the sentence drift off, I'm speechless. This is the craziest of all Willie's crazy ideas. I finally manage to sputter, "Are you out of your fucking mind? I'm not gonna be in a porn flick! It's the stupidest idea you've ever had!" He's flabbergasted, "Well I'll be a sonofvabitch, I go through all the trouble of setting this up, and I even sent the hundred dollar audition fee, and you're not interested in making two thousand dollars in an hour. I can't believe you!" This is so preposterous I don't know what to say, but I'm seriously agitated, "Let's get out of here right now," and realize the bartender is standing in front of us listening. He puts our drinks down, saying to me, "At least listen to what Mac has got to say," as if I know who Mac is. The bartender adds, "It's not always facial shots, if that's what you're worried about; you could be a stand-in for talent that's sexy looking, but isn't necessarily endowed with enough equipment, and so your privates are used instead of his. Anyway, you're here now so what do you have to lose?" He's scruffy, but very well spoken. His voice doesn't go with his appearance. I stare at him and he spreads his hands, saying, "It's up to you, son, you're free to go if you want. No one will stop you, but why not see what Mac's got to say." Willie goes, "Come on, Dylan, I had to nag this guy Mac Dulton to even get the audition." I ask the bartender, "What happens in an audition?" He goes. "You talk, they take a look to see if you're photogenic and all that -and you are for sure - and then they make you an offer. You either say yes or no, and then you leave when the audition hour is over. Those boys at the table over near the fireplace were here for earlier auditions". He's pointing to the cute stuck-up boys I noticed when I first walked in. Scruffy adds, "And there's a membership to this bar that goes with it. Everyone here has been in one of Mac's and Vincenzo's videos, or they were behind the scenes during the filming doing lighting, scripts, whatever. It's strictly for eighteen year olds and above, and it's pretty big business." I go, "Thanks, but I'll pass." He smiles and walks over to guys standing at the end of the bar waiting for refills of their drinks.
I say nothing because I'm pissed off at Willie. He begins a long plea for me to at least talk to the guy. Willie ends with, "I'll look like a dork if you won't even talk to him." I'm like, "So what. You don't know this guy. We don't know anybody here and you don't care what anybody thinks anyway. Plus, if I needed two thousand dollars you'd give it to me." Willie says, "Of course I would, but you'd never ask for it. I know you and I know your pride would never allow you to ask. Christ, I have to talk you into the few presents I buy you, which is why, by the way, I slummed this time by shopping at A & F." I say, "You're very generous, Willie. Thank you, but I don't need two thousand dollars anyway, so it's a moot point." He continues to beg me to at least do the interview, and during our second drink I relent because what's the harm and it seems so important to him. Scruffy has good hearing and hears me tell Willie, "Okay, fer chrissakes I'll do it already." Scruffy says to me, nodding at Willie, "Ya got a good manager there, Dylan. Stick with him." I go, "Manager?" Willie's quick to clarify, "Um, I told Mac in the email I was your manager because he won't talk to you unless you have a manager. He says they don't negotiate with the talent, just their managers." I go, "Oh brother! What a piece of work you are Willie!" Well, this is certainly a surprise and certainly a different adventure so I gotta give him that... but a porn flick?! Come on! Expect the unexpected with Willie, fer sure. He's rubbing my back thanking me for at least talking with this guy, Mac. Then I think of that older man, the photographer at 'The House Of Blues', the one who wanted me to do gay modeling, and now this. Mom and Tris would be so proud, Chubby too. Jesus! Willie means well though; he wants exciting and new experiences for our dates, but he gotten us into more then one hairy situation. He's telling me now, "You're going to really be happy you auditioned for this porn thing because it'll be an interesting experience for both of us, but mostly because you're going to get the best fuck ever from me later tonight, Dylan. That's a promise, baby, 'cause I have another surprise for you after this one," and he rubs my head adding, "Love you in this haircut." Three extremely different references in the same sentence. Only Willie's mind works like that. We're on our third drink when Scruffy gets a call, and then says to Willie, "You're boy's up next. Mickey will be out to get you in a second. Good luck, I hope you get the job." Then a minute later he adds, "Oh, and your drinks are on the house tonight." Willie says, "Well, thank you!" I roll my eyes and shake my head. This one is way, way out there!
The same escort who met us at the front door again appears, "Follow me," he says, and now we know his name. We follow Mickey through the "Fantastic Films" door into a regular, but rather large room with no windows. There's a door leading to a fire escape where metal steps lead to the parking lot below. A raised platform takes up the middle of the room, well most of the floor space actually. There are a few metal chairs in front of the platform intended for our use I suppose. On the platform, an unattractive heavyset man sits in a motorized wheelchair. He's dressed for golfing although he probably doesn't golf. Mickey says, "Here they are Mac," and he leaves. Mac turns his large head to the side, then says, "Don't make me look silly, which one of you is Willie?" Willie raises his hand, and goes, "That's me, Mac, I'm Willie." Mac looks at me smiling, he goes, "You're quite gallant, ya must be the talent," which causes me to frown; what talent is he referring to, I wonder? The man looks back at Willie, "Is he not too astute, or is he just mute?" This is beyond stupid. I go, "I'm not mute, it's just that I didn't know about this, um, audition. My, ah, manager forgot to tell me." Mac takes a pull on the last two inches of his bottle of bourbon, then says to Willie, "That's unusual and a bit inexcusable." Then gestures at the metal seats, saying, "Sit down, don't be a clown." What the fuck is this guy's act? We sit down as Willie tells me, "Mac's into rhymes, all his emails to me rhyme." I give Willie a blank stare and he says to Mac, "The audition is a surprise for my boyfriend, but I can see your point about it being a bit inexcusable." Mac says, "Would the talent stand up, so I can see what's 'sup," and Willie goes, "He wants you to stand-up, Dylan." I go, "I heard him. Jeez! He just told us to sit down." I stand up again and Mac says, "Turn around please, don't be a tease." I glance at Willie giving him an irritated look, then turn around. Mac, says, "Very nice ass and I don't mean to be crass, but you're leaking wet gas." I feel behind me and sure enough, Willie's cum has soaked through my chinos. I go, "I sat on something wet in the bar." Then I turn around, asking, "How long's this audition going take anyway?" He drinks some more straight bourbon, although he doesn't appear drunk, and goes into another rhyme, "That's up to my partner for this endeavor, but I'm pretty sure it won't take forever." I go, "That's not real helpful, now is it?" and I'm totally out of my submissive mood now. It's been replaced by a pissed-off one because this is an enormous waste of time. I go, "You're giving me a headache with these simple rhymes, Mac." I'm not only out of submissiveness, but the two and a half screwdrivers have emboldened me somewhat. I look at Willie, "Really? Really, Willie? This is what you thought of for our date?" He says to Mac, "Um, ya think we could talk to your partner, Vincenzo? You know, and ask him how long the audition might take?" Mac does a wheelie in his motorized wheelchair, giggling like a madman, sending a chill down my spine. The wheelchair backs up quickly now, then rushes forward to the end of the raised platform and stops at the edge. Mac turns his head to the side again, and says to Willie, with his eyes rolling in his head towards me, "This is kinda fast, but why don't I ask?" Meaning, I suppose, he's going to ask whoever Vincenzo is how long this is going to take. I roll my eyes now, this is a very stupid and unnerving dog and pony show. Mac takes a cell phone from his pocket and hits a speed dial button. He look at us with a big smile on his crazy face and I get another chill down my spine because this is so creepy.
Macis bald with a scraggy dark red beard that covers his neck. Very clean looking though in his Polo golf shirt and Bermuda shorts. The shorts are an unfortunate fashion statement however because his legs are very skinny and withered, and thick with red hair. Jeez! He talks into the phone, "The talent's gorgeous, right from a college campus. He's in a hurry though, so let's get on with the show." I mutter to Willie, "Oh brother, that one was really a stretch," and Mac smiles again, saying in a too loud voice, "Vincenzo will be right out, we don't want the talent to pout. Vincenzo's got a case of gout, but he'll tell you what that's all about." I say, "There's no need to shout," to mockingly rhyme with 'about'. Mac chuckles, pointing at me, like, 'You hot shit'. He's gotta be drunk. Now he's taking a couple more gulps of bourbon, right from the bottle. Through a door, which I had assumed was a closet, comes a man of about thirty-five. He's walking on the heel of his left foot so I guess he does have gout after all. Average looking man except he's rocking an eighties style Prince Valiant hairdo and a tattoo of something I can't make out on his neck. He's oddly dressed, wearing an old fashioned leisure suit with the long pointy-collared shirt over the collar of his pale blue suit jacket, and pants with a big flare at the bottom. Ludicrous! And even worse, the shirt's open about five buttons from the top and there are three gold chains hanging around his neck nestled in a forest of dark chest hair. He looks at me and in a high-pitched voice says, "Did ya ever have gout? It's a motherfucker!" Without waiting to find out if I've ever had gout, he goes, "You're obviously the talent, but before I start let me get us all a drink. I'm Vincenzo, by the way." He's walking to a shelving unit on the wall as Willie and I silently gawk at this strange dude; a weird duo, actually. Mac nods his head to a tune only he can hear as Vincenzo asks Willie, "What's your client's name?" Willie goes, "He's Dylan and I'm Willie. Nice ta meet ya, Vincenzo."
From the shelving unit, Vincenzo mutters, "Likewise I'm sure." He goes to pick up a bottle and Mac screams, "Leave the bourbon on the shelf, I'll drink it by myself," which makes Vincenzo laugh. He picks up the bottle anyway, takes three highball glasses from an impressive display of various kinds of booze and wine glasses and pours a couple of fingers of bourbon into each one. Then, picking up the three glasses at the same time by putting a finger around each stem and clinking the glasses together, he carries the bottle to Mac and puts it on the table within Mac's reach, saying to Mac, "Go fuck yourself with that 'I'll drink it myself bullshit," then pats Mac on his bald head, muttering, "Ya drunken asshole," and gives a glass to Willie and one me, saying, "Mac gets drunk occasionally, but he finances these videos so we gotta put up with all his shit." Then he holds up his glass, and says, "Down the hatch, boys." He throws the bourbon in his mouth, swallows it, then shudders, saying, "Damn that's good shit!" Willie and I look at our untouched glasses, then at each other, then back to Vincenzo who's lighting a cigarette. In a matter of fact way states, "Here's the deal," but Mac interrupts again, this time with, "It's powder puffs, not rough stuff." Vincenso ignores Mac and goes on to explain, "The actual audition is conducted while you're naked. I'll check you out, gauging your potential for still pictures, videos, or both. You've got an awesome face for our 'barely eighteen' series, but why'd ya fuck yourself up with that ridiculously short haircut?" I sarcastically say, "Oh, it was my manager's idea. He thinks I look like a cute tough guy with this haircut." Vincenzo isn't into sarcasm, he says to Willie, "Bad career move there, boss," and then drunken Mac shouts, "Yeah, some boys go round and round, even though it's a long way down," Vincenzo does a rhyme himself now, nodding his head towards Mac in the wheelchair, "When everybody else refrains, my partner here takes cocaine." Mac counters with, "I just get along with myself, I never did get along with anybody else," and he takes a big swig of bourbon from the new bottle giggling after his nonsensical rhyme. How can anyone drink that much hard liquor and not pass out? Vincenzo says to me, "If you've got potential, I'll fuck you to see how aroused you can get. Act aroused if you need to, but we look for gay boys who really are demonstrative, and can sell the sexual-pleasure part." Willie says, "Hey! Mac never said anything about anybody fucking my boy!" Vincenzo shrugs, going, "What planet you from anyway? This is porn we're selling. Legalized stuff, nothing illegal and none of that underage shit. I don't need to fuck him, it can be you for all I care. I just want to see if he projects sexuality and high arousal from the sex." I get up saying, "Okay, that's the end of this audition. No offense, but I don't even watch porn so I certainly have no intention of being in any of it. This was my friend's idea, not mine." Thank god for the drinks I had before we came in here. I wouldn't do this porn stuff under any circumstance, but I might not be able to express myself so forthrightly without a little false courage. Vincenzo says, "Fine, but you gotta stay the full hour your manager's paid for, it's in the contract he signed, so you might as well make use of that time. We make it an hour 'cause newbies like yourself need to talk themselves into it sometimes. Sit and think about it or better yet come in the audition room and get undressed. I'm not gonna hurt ya fer chrissakes. This is a business we're running here, not a whorehouse." Willie shouts, "It sounds more like a whorehouse than a business." Mac shouts, "People are gonna tell you lies, so don't act surprised." Vincenzo says, "Shut the fuck up, Mac!" Then to me, "Whaddya say, ya wanna get naked and I'll at least tell ya if your body's got potential? Forget the sex, for now." I go, "No! We want to go, if you don't let us I'm going straight to the police when we do get out of here." He's pissed now, "Go fuck yourself, ya little snot. You're fulfilling your contractual obligation by staying, that's all." He looks at his watch, "You've got another forty minutes to think about it and then you can go. I'm through talking sense to you. I've got film to edit." Willie shouts, "This is ridiculous! My client wants to leave. You can't treat the talent like this." I want to tell Willie the same thing Vincenzo told Mac a minute ago, but Vincenzo's leaving. He walks back to his studio, on his heel, just like he did when he came out. I get up and go to the door, but somehow it's locked now. Mac giggles.
Mac then nods towards the door Vincenzowent through, saying, "He's got a criminal mind, he says it makes him shine." I give Mac a disgusted look 'cause he can't do anything about it in his wheelchair up there on the raised platform, and then I walk right over to the door for the fire escape as Willie asks, "What're you doing, Dylan?" I say, "I'm leaving, that's what I'm doing." This door's locked too, but there's that little thing in the middle of the knob that controls the lock. I twist it and the door opens. It's three flights down. Mac says, "Don't you go, I'll call Vincenzo." Willie jumps up shouting himself now, "Oh yeah, call him, we're outta here, you fraud!" Mac's pissed now too, he screams, "I got a taser, I'll shoot you both in your bubble butts with..." I look at him and ask, "What, no rhyme this time?" He's fumbling for his phone or the taser, or maybe both, and I'm really pissed by now so I walk up to him, grab the arm of his wheelchair and push the wheelchair over on its side. The phone and taser skitter across the hardwood floor along with Mac who's now giggling like mad. Willie's right beside me now as we run back to the fire escape door and out we go flying down the shaky metal stepswith Willie asking, "Why'd you do that? All we had to do was wait forty five minutes, or whatever time he said." I don't answer until we're on the ground heading for the car in the parking lot. Then I yell, "This is the craziest stunt you've ever pulled!" He whines, "I didn't know ya had to get fucked," and as we're getting in the car, I explain, "I left because I didn't want to hear another horrible rhyme from that drunken fool, and I don't know, but I think I read somewhere getting tasered ain't a lot of fun. Plus, you don't know what else that Vincenzo might be up to. Ya didn't drink that drink did ya?" He goes, "Of course not. You overreacted, that's all. You panicked and overreacted." I go, "Bullshit, I wanted out of there, the whole place gave me the creeps from the start!" We're in the Porsche now with Willie driving too fast. He's silent for five minutes as I stew at how stupid tonight's been. Finally Willie says, "We got free drinks, didn't we?" I give him a hard stare, wondering how he could have come up with this crazy idea of me being in a porn video. Five more minutes of silence then Willie says, "Okay, it was dumb. You're right and I apologize, Dylan. Now when I think back on it I can't imagine why I thought it would be a good idea. I wanted to do something special on our date, not something stupid like that. Damnit! I couldn't think of something we could do that would be so different you'd be wowed by it." He sounds contrite, so I go, "Well it was different, I'll give you that much" and Willie says, a little more excitable now, "Yeah, it's another adventure we've had together. A stupid one, but my mind had this going so differently... ya know, when I was thinking about it before we did it. You'd have made two thousand dollars though, ya know." I say, "We've talked about that already and I don't think this subject is worth talking about anymore. It's only eight-thirty, lets go to the movies. For you that would be different too." He says, "I go to the movies! It's just that I want our dates to be special and anyway I've got another surprise for you." Just what I need, then I frown because we're not going back the way we came. I ask, "Where the fuck ya going, anyway?" He says, "Oh," and he looks around, then mutters, "Damn. This doesn't look right. I don't remember crossing that bridge. I don't know where we are, we're lost I guess." I mutter, "Oh goodie, lost in Providence, Rhode Island. Fun date, Willie." He scratches his eyebrow, does a u-turn and heads back to the club. We pass the club where there's still a line getting checked in, just as if nothing unusual happened. Willie's mumbling, "Look for signs to route 95 north. And don't be mean, Dylan, I've never been here before so I got lost and I'm sorry." Oh man, when Willie wants to he can be humble and unsure of himself, like he is now. Acting hurt and sorry and all. He's either a chameleon or a damn good actor, and that makes me think about his suicide attempt. How much of that was acting? No, he couldn't have faked that. I saw him drink all those little bottles of booze. All that alcohol is what fucked-up his brain and made jumping seem like a good idea to him.
As I usually do, not just with Willie, but with everyone, I try to lighten things up. I mean what's the sense of staying in a bad mood? I go, "Okay, maybe I did overreact a little, Willie, but we're out of there so let's drop it. Whaddaya say?" He says, "Oh, yeah, I'm all for that. I had a enormous brain fart with that one, Dylan, and I apologize again. It seems so stupid to me now, but I don't know... it's like the idea of you getting two thousand dollars sounded good, and I thought when they saw you they'd say ten thousand 'cause you're so cute." I jokingly mutter, "Well that goes without saying, and your heart was in the right place." He says, "Look! There's a sign for Route 95 north, it's a mile ahead!" Then he goes, "Our luck is changing, baby! I'm gonna turn this this around." I mutter, "I'm sure you'll try." Willie finds our way back to the motor inn and along the way he tells me what my other surprise is: He's bought a dildo for some dildo play. It seems this Devon character Willie's been submissive to lately used a dildo on him as foreplay. Willie claims it got him 'oh-so-hot and aroused' that the ensuing fuck was special. So we got the time, and he's got the dildo. The idea does sound new and sexy and wickedly kinky, plus I'm curious... so that's how we're gonna turn this thing around. It remains to be seen how it'll turn out of course, but at least it'll just be me and Willie. But first we stop at the ice cream shop for some extra dessert. That strange experience at Fantasy Films has faded into just another one of Willie's deals, one that went south on us quickly. I gotta admit nothing real bad happened so we're going to leave it at that. Willie's dildo idea is different too, so I gotta give him props for continuing the unexpected, which I've come to expect with him anyway.
We're in Treadwells ice cream shop now. They feature many flavors of their own ice cream brand and it's better than the name brands you get at the supermarket. Inside I spot Connor and his asshole roommate Josh McDonald. They're having a serious conversation, but when Connor sees me his eyes light up and he hops out of his chair to come over. We do a guy's one arm hug, handshake, and a pat on the chest, as he's saying, "Hi, Dylan whassup?" I go, "You're looking mighty good," and he goes, "Another new haircut I see." Willie says, "Casper Smart has this type haircut." Connor looks at me and I shrug, asking, "Who's Casper Smart, Willie?" He says, like it's obvious, "Jennifer Lopez's boyfriend," and I say, "Oh," then ask Connor, "What kind of ice cream did ya get? I'm up for trying something new, something unexpected, ya know? I'm into the unexpected tonight." He goes, "Oh yeah, that's you, ready for anything. Um, I got the purple moo and Josh has orange pineapple." I ask, "What's purple moo taste like?" He goes, "Oh, it's like grape ice cream, like grape soda." I go, "I'm getting that. Then remembering about Willie, I say, "Oh, I'm sorry. This is my friend Willie Worthington. Willie, meet Connor Neary." Willie's been staring at Connor the whole time and probably can't believe how good looking Connor is, or maybe he noticed Connor's overly enthusiastic greeting when he saw me. Anyway, they bump fists lightly, mumbling to each other, "How ya doing, nice to meet ya." Josh of course is being his usual asshole self and ignores us completely. Connor says, "Will ya sit with us when you get your ice cream, Dylan?" I pat his shoulder, muttering, "You bet, Connor. We'll be right over." Connor goes back to his small dish of ice cream and Willie and I get in line. Willie's like, "Well, you and Connor obviously have a history together. He just about jumped into your pants right here in the store." I go, "Oh no, that's just the way Connor is. He's just an extroverted kid, that's all. He greets all his friends like that. He goes to Merrimack with me, that's all; we're homies, ya know?" Willie mutters, "I'm so sure that's all there is to it." I leave that topic and luckily it's our turn to order. I order the purple moo because somehow I think Connor will like that I ordered what he has. I don't even like grape soda, but what the hell, if it'll put a grin on Connor's face it's worth a dish of yucky ice cream. Willie orders 'cake batter' flavored ice cream, which I've had. It tastes like white cake with white icing, and it's pretty damn good if you like white cake with white icing, like Chubby and me do.
We take our ice cream and sit with Connor and asshole Josh, who Willie looks at, but since no one introduces him and Josh would never introduce himself, it's like he isn't there, except he is. Josh is like a wet blanket over everyone, so I ask, "Connor, ya got a joke?" He goes, "Yeah, I do: 'A lady brings her pet duck to the vet. The vet checks out the duck and claims, 'It's dead.' The woman's distraught and wants tests done to be sure the vet's correct so, for some reason, the vet gets his Labrador Retriever. The dog smells the duck as the duck lies limply on the examination table. He sniffs the limp duck, then turns to the vet with sad eyes and shakes it's head. Next the vet brings in a cat which jumps right up on the table and checks the duck, sniffing it from top to bottom. The cat looks up at the vet and actually shakes it's head 'no'. The vet sighs and says, 'It's confirmed, your duck is dead. Sorry.' The lady's confused and when she's handed a bill for a hundred and fifty dollars, she's astonished as well. She asks, 'A hundred and fifty dollars to tell me my duck is dead?' The vet says, 'Well, it would have been twenty dollars, but you wouldn't take my word for it so now there's the cost of the lab report and the cat scan." Josh speaks for the first time, "Is that the punch line? What a dumb joke!" I go,"Don't ya get it, a cat scan by a cat? A lab report from a Labrador Retriever?" Willie says, "That's borderline humorous." Connor's like, "Tough house tonight." I say, "It's because we're eating ice cream. If we were drinking beers we'd all be holding our nuts laughing our asses off," and Josh says, "You're disgusting, Newman." I go, "Thank you, Josh. Hey, when the carnival comes to town you can probably get into the freak show for free." "What's that supposed to mean?" asks an angry Josh. I mutter, "It's just a joke, Josh." He says, "You're sick!" I go, "And you'd be perfect as the poster boy for birth control," but I say these things with a smile on my face, chuckling because who needs a fight. Connor's chuckling too, but Willie's not. He says to Josh, "You're pretty quick to call people names, dink. How'd you like it if I kick your ass, douche bag?!" Josh goes, "You're gonna need some help, asswipe," but when he says the 'wipe' part of that, his two front teeth come loose and he closes his mouth real fast catching them between his lips. It looks for a second like his front teeth are growing out of his top lip. He has two false teeth in front, yipes! We're all kinda stunned as Josh turns a dark shade of red. Connor goes, "Josh lost his two front teeth went he slipped on some ice and landed on his face. It happened last year, so he has a plate with two, you know, false teeth." Josh has the plate back in place. He says, "Bunch of assholes..." then gets up and storms out without another word. I feel bad for him and that's something I never thought I'd say. I go, "Jeez, that's too bad," and Willie says, "He slipped on ice, my ass. Somebody knocked his teeth out in a fight, what a loser!" Connor looks out the window, mumbling, "Can you give me a ride back to campus, Dylan? Josh just drove away." Willie's like, "He just left you here? What kind of a friend would do that?" Connor says, "Oh, he's okay. His family has some money problems right now and it upsets Josh. He told me they're going to get him a permanent bridge next year. The false teeth thing he has in his mouth now is temporary and he's really self conscious about it." Willie gives Connor a look, but has nothing more to say about that. He'd never understand a kid like Connor who never has a bad word to say about anyone.
We eat some ice cream and then Connor tellsme, "Oh, Dylan, wait'll you hear. Homer's car got stolen. He told me he doesn't know who stole it, but he's got the license number." I chuckle, mumbling, "That's awful, Connor," as Willie asks, "What the fuck? It's his car, I guess he'd know the license number of his own car, how's that gonna help?" I go, "It's another joke, Willie." Connor says, "Yeah, another pretty bad one. Here's another bad one:" 'A guy goes in a bar and the bartender ask him what he wants. The guy says, 'Surprise me,' so the bartender shows the guy a picture of the guy's naked wife." Willie asks, and he's serious, "How'd he get a picture of the guy's naked wife?" I knew Willie didn't have much of a sense of humor, and these jokes of Connor's tonight aren't exactly knee slappers, but Willie not even recognizing they're attempts at humor is puzzling. Connor mercifully has no more corny jokes for us and we finish our ice cream chit-chatting about college life with Willie bragging about going to Cornell. Then in the two-seater Porsche Boxster, Connor sits on my lap while Willie drives us to Connor's dorm. Connor asks me, "Remember Cory sitting on my lap when we went bowling, Dylan?" I go, "Sure, did you enjoy it?" I can't see Connor's face but I'll bet that question has him blushing. Connor says, "It was alright, but what I wanted to say is he texted me and we've been emailing back and forth ever since. He's a really good guy, but neither of us has a car so it's just been the emailing and texting, and he's going to email me when I'm in the Army." Willie says, "Army! You enlisted in the Army? What the fuck?" Connor goes, "Yeah, that's how I'm going to get money to finish college." Willie looks a me with this uncomprehending expression on his face. He can't conceive of anyone so hard up they need to join the Army to get money for college. It's so far removed from his world that all he can say is, "That's, um, unbelievable." I goose Connor's ass and he giggles. Willie says, "He's going in the Army and he laughs?" I say, "Why do you think so many people enlist, Willie?" He says, "I never thought about, but I have no fuckin' idea." I say, "Well, now you do," and he gives me another look. This one seems to ask, 'What happened to the submissive boyfriend I was with earlier today?'
Connor and I bump fists as he's leaving, "Thank you for the ride, Willie. You have a beautiful car." Willie waves muttering, "No problem," and Connor walks up the steps, then turns with another little wave, along with his cute smile. I wanted to ask Connor if he's seen Robby and Ryan around campus, but I was never alone with him so I couldn't. Willie's not really interested enough in Connor or asshole Josh to ask any questions about them, once they're out of sight they're out of Willie's mind. He says, "Wait'll you see the dildo I got you, baby. Your pussy's gonna be feeling good tonight and when I get around to sticking my large, hard penis in your ass you're gonna be squealing! The dildo is the eight-inch thick 'whopper dong' with big balls. It's got a really nice head on it too, and for extra sensations there a slight curve to the shaft. The damn thing feels like skin too. Devon says it's important to clean a dildo after each time you use it." Willie's into the dildo thing now, and he says, "Yeah, and even though Devon's dildo is only six and a half inches long it really got me hot for his cock. Heehee, I can't wait to see if you react the same way I did. You're in for some fun, Dylan." I ask, "Why didn't you shoot off from the dildo play if it got you so hot?" Willie's excited now as we're talking about something new that he knows about. He goes, "Well, it would have made be cum except Devon got me into a tight cock ring first. You know, the kind of cock ring that goes around the base of your scrotum and the base of your cock too. Then when you get your boner the ring restricts the seminal fluids or whatever it is that causes you to cum. It slows it down, but can't usually prevent it. Some guys get so stimulated by the cock ring they shoot off faster then regular, but not most guys. We'll see which one you are." I go, "Well I hope I'm not one who climaxes too fast. You have this cock ring thingie, do ya?" He goes, "Of course and they're both new, the cock ring and the dildo." This makes me think about Shaun and how excited he was about sex toys, so I'm curious to give it a try. Maybe surprise Shaun next fall. Willie says, "I thought we'd start with this one and if we like it I'll get a vibrating dildo. How 'bout that?" I'm not sure about that, but mumble, "Yeah, I don't know. I'll see if I get as turned-on with this stuff as you did. But, it sounds hot, I guess." Willie says, "You'll think it's awesome too 'cause you and me are sexual creatures. Damn, we're perfect for each other!" I mutter, "Well, nothing's perfect, Willie," but that's not what he wants to hear so in his mind he didn't hear it.
Back in our room Willie's explaining the ground rules,"Okay, for this sex toy play to work best you need to act submissive to me 'cause I'm in charge of providing you with pleasure. It's all about you getting highly aroused and sexually hot. I'm just along for the ride until I get to actually fuck you. So just do what I say." I shrug and almost mention, 'What's new about that? It's business as usual when the two of us are having sex, and most of the time when we're not having sex too... me being submissive,' but instead I just say, "Yes, Willie." He smiles, "Good boy. Get naked and then keep your hands clasped behind you. I'll put the cock ring on you first thing." I get undressed wishing I was in a more submissive mood, but that damn experience at the club ruined that for me. When I'm naked Willie says, "Hands behind you and stand with your feet apart a little." When I've done that Willie, who's fully clothed, shows me the cock/scrotum rings which basically are two circles of silicone connected in the middle. He kneels down like he's going to blow me and picks up one of my balls to squeezes through the center of the silicone ring, then my other ball goes through and then my limp dick is threaded through the other circular opening. Willie works the circles of silicone inch by inch down my cock and up my scrotum until the ring is right against my body and both feel tight, but sexy. I like having a cute boy playing with my junk and it gives be a body shudder. The rings feel somewhere between being a little too tight and creating a sexy feeling. Overall I'd say the sexy feeling wins out. Willie strokes my cock which feels really good and my dick firms up which tightens the ring and I squirm and go to stroke myself, but Willie goes, "Hands behind you!" He turns me around as I clasp my hands behind me and Willie slips a tight elastic around both wrists, saying, "This is symbolic of you having your hands tied behind your back. It's part of the sex play, basically just to remind you not to touch your cock. Devon put real handcuffs on me, but I figured you wouldn't go along with that. Too bad because it really adds something to the whole thing if you ask me." Then he shows me the dildo and like he said, it's a big bastard and the balls look real too, and the thick shaft is curved upward slightly. He says, "The slight upward curve is so your G-spot, which is your prostate, gets stimulated better. Okay, now suck on the dildo and tell me if it feels real." I hesitate, but he reassures me, "It's brand new, Dylan, and hasn't been up anybody's ass, and anyway you rim me so I don't know why you'd care even if it was up my ass." I open my mouth and Willie slides in the dildo and pumps it in and out on my tongue, and I'll be damned, it does feels real, but it's bigger in girth than any cock I've ever sucked. Big swollen head on that thing too, and it's thick curved shaft has skin texture imbedded into the silicone. I squirm a little and realize it's because the rings around my dick and scrotum are stimulating me sexually already. Damn, it feels good already and my hands tied behind me does add to the deliciousness. But damn, I wish Willie would stroke my cock some more.
Willie takes the dildo from my mouth and begins spreading lubricant on it, saying, "The is a really good quality lube made especially for sex toys. At least that's what it said on the web site... probably the same as any lube, but they get to charge more pretending it's special." When it's all lubed up, Willie, goes, "They suggest using a condom, but we never use one when fucking so why use it on a dildo. This dildo is just for your boy pussy, by the way. You'll wash it good between each use." Well, if they'll ever be another time, but why confuse Willie with reality. Let me see what I think about it before bursting his bubble. He says, "This particular dildo is recommended for anal use, some other ones are for girl's pussies, but not boy's pussies." The dildo lesson complete, Willie puts a hand on my shoulder, the other one holds the dildo which he has pressed against my anus. He explains, "When you get used to the thickness of the dildo after it's way up your ass, I'll try to get my cock in next to it, but that's for later." He's back to making matter of fact statements as if that's the final word on the subject, and for now I'm enjoying it because he's more fun and unpredictable when he's feeling dominant. More pressure against my asshole, then a little more as it spreads the lips of my anus and then it's inside me, just the head, and it feels very large. I utter, "Oh! That hurts!" Willie waits a few seconds then twists the head in my anus. Oh my god! I suck in a lot of air noisily through my lips, going "Ahhhhh, oh oh," and Willie asks, "You like that, baby?" and he twists it some more; it's like a roto-rooter in my ass and as far as I know nobody'd able to twist their boner like this dildo can be twisted. Then Willie pushes that humongous dildo in another inch and there's a stab of pain, but it passes fairly quickly. I've never felt more opened up back there and it's a sexy thought alright as my cock thickens and becomes stimulated by the ring. I'd love to stroke myself! More twisting and I go up on my toes this time with my hips moving and my dick getting firmer and very tingly inside the cock ring that's now even tighter around the base of my cock. Willie pushes that fat dildo in another two inches and I get another stab of pain that makes me wince and Willie says, "I'll leave it like this until it feels okay." I go, "No, I think it's too tight... take it out and try again. I need a smaller dildo I think. Nothing this big has been inside me before." He rubs my shoulder quietly saying, "It'll be alright. I'm leaving it in," and so to hell with this. I try breaking the elastic around my wrists to get my arms free, but I can't. "What's around my wrists, Willie? That's not a rubber band." "Just relax, Dylan, relax your ass muscles. You're tense now and you need to give it time. Trust me I know what I'm doing," and he strokes my cock a few times as I suck in more air going, "Mmmmmm." I'd argue more except the pains fading again. A minute later he twists the dildo hitting my prostate and sensations shoot all around my rectum and I can't stop myself from moaning with the pleasure of those sensations, "Ooooooooh, my god, that feels good." Another twist and my cock tightens up further as I clench my teeth and inhale a deep breath making a funny sound. Willie reaches around and strokes my cock again, then another twist of the dildo and my shoulders shudder and my cock gets very hard. Looking down at it I see the ring is digging into the base of my throbbing boner. The dildo is hitting every sensitive pleasure spot in my rectum and it's only in about four inches. Willie pulls it back and pushes it in, just the same four inches and again I moan at how awesome it feels, "Aaaaaah.... ooooh." More twisting of the dildo and a half dozen times of fucking my ass with the dildo, still just the four inches and I wanna feel more of it, so I go, "It's okay to try pushing it in more, Willie, it feels so fucking good now I can hardly believe it." Oh man, my balls are humming and my boner is very hard. Willie twists it again as he's retracting it and I go up on my toes as my head strains back and the feelings travel outward from my rectum with tantalizing sensations all around my pelvic area. I'm making a long, quiet, moan of pleasure, "Aaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaah, ooooh." The moans are coming out of my mouth without me even thinking about it, and I don't even care if I'm making a fool of myself. I've never felt anything quite like it and I tighten my ass muscles to feel more of the intense pleasure. I take a deep breath and say again, turning my head to look at Willie, "Go ahead, Willie, push it in further." He says, "Not if you're going to complain about it," and he twists the dildo roto- rooter and I go up on my toes again, "Oooooh, yeah," as my cock throbs and begins to move away from my body, dropping down from the tightness of it to point straight out. My balls are vibrating and moving up their sac as I yell. "Goddammit, Willie! Push it in some more!" He snickers, muttering, "See, I was right to leave it in, wasn't I?" I wait, but nothing moves in my incredibly stuffed rectum. After waiting a few seconds, I turn my head to look at Willie again, a questioning expression on my face. He goes, "Answer my question. Wasn't I right not to pull it out when you whined about it?" and there's sternness to his voice, a return to the authoritarian Willie once again. I stare at him a few seconds, then say, "Yes, I'm sorry I doubted you," as a submissive mood pays me another visit. He says, "Your wrists are in a bondage cuff, by the way, not a rubber band. I'll need to unbuckle it or you'd never get out of it. These are cheap ones made of a rubber material, but they're basically unbreakable. It's your choice, do you want me to unbuckle your wrist?" I hesitantly go, "Okay," and he says, "I'll pull the dildo out and then free your hands." I immediately say, "Ah, no! You don't need to do that. You were right, you can push it in further." Willie asks, "So you don't want me to free your wrists, is that it?" "Yeah, forget that, just play some more with the dildo." Willie goes, "You sure?" I nod my head as I sink further into submission and in a little voice now, I mutter, "Yes, Willie, I'm sure," he smiles and twists the dildo and I go up on my toes again sucking in air. Sensations exploding in my expanded rectum as he pushes slowly on the dildo, moving it in another inch before waiting a minute. Then another inch and I groan in pain, so he waits and hugs around my neck murmuring, "It's gonna feel so good, baby, soooo good. You're Willie's good boy again, ain't ya?" I'm taking fast short breaths as the pain abates. Then breathing deeply, I mutter, "I'm your good boy again. You're right Willie." He goes, "Do you want Willie to play some more with the dildo?" I nod my head, saying, "Yes, it feels good now. You were right." He strokes my cock, then squeezes my nuts and it's like a firecracker going off in my scrotum. I gasp, but don't scream and Willie mutters, "Good boy," and strokes my cock some more, bringing it back to an incredibly hard boner. Then he squeezes my nuts again and I can't help but screech out. He snickers, muttering, "You want Willie to play with your dildo, do ya?" The stars in my vision clear as I mutter, "Yes, Willie." He strokes my cock into hard boner status as my head is turned so I can look him in the eyes and I feel strangely attracted to dominant Willie once again. As he slowly teases me by stroking lightly on my cock, then grabbing my balls but not squeezing, he's quietly saying, "I'm too nice to do it like Devon did it to me. That prick had me screaming at the top of my lungs calling him every name in the book, but by end of the night I was literally kissing his ass with gratitude." Willie's voice is whispery and my ass has never felt so good. No pain now and I want more so I say, "Please twist the dildo, Willie." He says, "In a couple of minutes, I promise," and I go, "Just one twist, please." He walks around in front of me, without twisting the dildo, and says, "First you'll suck my cock for a few minutes. It's fairly hard already from watching you squirm with pleasure and pain. How's your cock feel?" He's pulling down his zipper, as I meekly say, "It feels fantastic, but my cock ring is too tight." Willie goes, "I'm hearing a little too much whining from you tonight, Dylan. Knock it off or you'll force me to slap you," and he strokes my ridiculously hard cock fast for a full minute and I'm groaning, "Uhn, uhn, uhn... Willie I'm going to cum." He snickers, "No you're not," and he strokes it faster, the foreskin barely covering half the head because my cock's so tightly stretched. I thrust my hips out because I can feel my orgasm coming on me fast. I'm scrunching my face tensing for the hot feeling of climax, except nothing comes out but a big bubble of cum. Panting with desire now, I'm humping my hips which moves the dildo in my ass a little and I'm ready to explode with an amazing orgasms, but nothing happens except the bubble of cum drops to the floor. Now I need to have a climax. Willie strokes my cock and whispers, "It's the cock and scrotum rings. That's why you can't cum." Then a weak stream of watery precum is all I can get, and it's maddening. Willie lets go of my boner and sternly says, "Now bend over and suck my cock!" I bend over and the cock ring digs in more and the dildo moves some more in my rectum. I go, "Ahhhhhhh," as Willie smacks my head, "Suck my cock!" I get my lips on it, my arms tethered behind me, and begin sucking his already firm cock. Slurping noises as my lips suck and my tongue laps at his cock's head. The smack on my head cemented my submissive mood and it's a dreamy sensation now as I go about sucking my man's cock with my ass filled with his substitute boner.
In three minutes I suck his cock from a firm penis to a boned-up one and the head swells a little. Willie backs up and grabs his cock to stroke it making quiet grunting sounds. He says, "Stay bent over, get your mouth wide open and get that tongue of yours out!" I do that as a big precum bubble slides out his pee slit, "Ahhh," he goes, and wipes the precum around my face before sliding his boner in my mouth, on my tongue. "Suck out some precum," as I do I reach an even more submissive state of mind and it's so peaceful and sexy now. My ass keeps sending out pleasure signals which have my balls constantly buzzing. I'm sucking a cute boy's cock too and feeling really good all over. Again he pulls his cock from my mouth and spreads my saliva and another string of precum all around my face. Then he says in a whispery voice, "That's Willie's good boy. You can stand up now and Willie's gonna push your dildo the rest of the way up your stretched pussy." This is way better than I expected and it's warm and cozy being put back in my submissive mode; I enjoy sex much more this way. It's always good, but I prefer it this way and Willie does it best. And then my mind drifts to Ryan, who does it awesomely, too. That's probably why I didn't scream out when Willie squeezed my nuts the first time. Ryan's getting me used to it by building up my tolerance, but I hope I don't get like him and into getting my nuts crushed. That's going too far.
Willie slaps the side of my ass hard, then again. It took me by surprised and I almost yelped out, but I know better. His hand goes on my shoulder as he leans close to my ear, saying, "No more whining, just take it," and he pushes the dildo while twisting it and the curved part rubs tightly against he wall of my rectum tantalizing my prostate and creating awesome sensations, but at the same time the fat head probes further up my ass and the pain comes in waves as Willie keeps pushing it until I feel the dildo's fat balls tight against my buttocks. All eight inches of that monster dildo fill my boy pussy to the max and I shudder every few seconds while absorbing the incredible sensations radiating from my rectum. All the sensitive spots are stimulated at the same time and I want to scream at the awesomeness of it all. My balls are twirling around in my scrotum trying to move into take-off position but the scrotum ring is making it difficult. I'm gritting my teeth against pain telling myself 'no pain, no gain'... I read that somewhere and I think it has to do with exercising so a dildo up my ass isn't the only way to feel pain voluntarily. Willie rubs my head mumbling, "That's Willie's good boy." He massages my shoulders and in less than two minutes my rectum's accommodating this largest of all intrusions and when Willie turns me around and pulls on my head I bend right over and open my mouth with my tongue out so he can slide his cock inside. I go at sucking and licking until he withdraws it, pulls it to his belly and I lick his balls as perspiration from under my arm runs down my side. My arm held in this position, close to my body, has me sweating between my arm and body now. Willie pats my head, then lifts under my chin to raise my face so he can get his lips on mine and his tongue goes in my mouth and with my ass totally packed with that huge dildo a sense of elation comes over me and I desperately want Willie to fuck me with that monstrous fake cock. He holds my face between the palms of his hands and licks my face like a dog. Then turns me around and smacks my ass hard six times before pulling the dildo slowly out and pushes it right back in and every connection in my body and brain starts firing pleasure sensations simultaneously and my face contorts wildly as I groan and moan like a crazy person, and I don't care because it feels incredible. Willie steadily fucks that dildo back and forth repeatedly, and the sensations are so intense I'm to the point of mindlessness. My hips never stop thrusting forward trying to climax, but the cock ring is too tight around my scrotum and wicked tight around the base of my swollen cock. "Oooooh, aaaahhhhhh, Willieeeeeee," I moan and beg for more. I'm groaning, moaning, shaking, gurgling, my body shudders and I feel like sobbing. Willie whispers, "Learn to ride the pleasure Willie's giving you, baby. You want to explode with cum, but get past that barrier and discover a further degree of elation." Twisting and sliding the dildo easily in my expanded rectum now, the lips of my anus sucking at the dildo's shafts with each penetration. My feet can't stay put and I go from one to the other bending forward a little, then a little more, until I'm bent at the waist because that's the best position for me to experience the marvelous sensations in my ass. I've reached a plateau of pleasure that I'd like to stay at as Willie is now varying the angle of penetration and I've reached a sexual high where the only thing I'm aware of is that dildo. And then with one particularly amazing twist and push of the dildo I scream like a fool as cum streams from my cock in a tight, hard stream that goes on for maybe thirty seconds of ecstasy. A truly dazzling climax. Willie pulls out the dildo and drops it on the runner, then shoves his boner up my ass. I feel it, but it's like a shadow of the dildo. My climax has run it's course and as Willie fucks me fast and hard he's making desperate sounds like he needs to climax badly now himself. He probably got turned on from fucking me with the dildo. There's apparently a downside to my high as the aftermath of my climax has me feeling depressed, but Willie's boner is hitting the sides of my rectum; though it's no dildo, it is a damn nice boner and that brings me out of my depressed state to enjoy the ride. When Willie climaxes, about three minutes later, he s the one who squeals. He said I'd be squealing, but instead I screamed when my orgasm was streaking from my boner. Willie's cum slushes in my bowels as Willie unloads a damn good amount of creamy teen spunk into my ass.
He calms down, but continues fucking me in his cum for another five minutes or so. All the time I'm still in this bent over position so when he finally pulls his cock out of my ass I simply open my mouth and stick my tongue out so Willie can slide his sloppy cock on my tongue and down my throat. His pubes cover my face as he rubs my hair and the back of my neck. He pulls his boner out of my throat and I suck it clean, then he mumbles, "Jesus, I'm wiped out. That got me as hot and bothered as it got you, baby. Come on over to the bed. Let's lay down awhile." I'm in a daze as I mutter, "My wrists are tied, Willie, and the cock ring... and..." He says, "I'll leave them like that for a while longer." On the bed, laying on my side he gets his arm around my neck and pulls the sides of our faces together. I want to ask how long my hands are going to be tied behind me, but I'm feeling real submissive and mostly I'm thinking about that thrilling sexual experience. As hot as it was, the sexual nature of it was somehow very different than when another boy fucks me, and while the climax was exhilarating, it was also artificial in a way. Oh I don't know, I'm not complaining and it was really hot, but I think I like the regular way of getting fucked much better. And, I wonder if I'm going to need to sleep with the cock ring on?
to be continued Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com