DYLAN!
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Willie and I walked from the garage to his house, holding hands. Inside the mansion, without seeing anyone, we went right up to his bedroom, um, suite. I don't know what else you'd call it. Willie whispered, "Shh! I don't know who's here tonight."
Well, he knew his parents were visiting a relative on his mother's side in Barcelona until the first week of September. In Willie's bedroom, sex, not monopoly, was in our immediate future.
Willie nodded toward the bathroom and said, "Let's get undressed, and since you got me hooked on that smooth, cool feel of shaved pubic hair, you can do mine like that."
I shrug, "Sure, Willie. I'll do it for you. It's awkward trying to do it on yourself," and we began undressing. It didn't take long to get naked, and the first thing I looked at was Willie's long penis swinging freely between his long legs. It's a very nice-looking cock with no bends or protruding veins, just a nice smooth cream-toned penis with a normal-sized head that was rosy pink at the moment.
Willie mumbled, "I've been horny thinking about you ever since our last date."
I muttered, "Oh, me, too," and that wasn't a lie, even though I fucked Robby a time or two since then. Willie played with his dick as he got a safety razor and shaving cream. His cock firmed up some, so he fisted it a few times, took a deep breath, and grunted out, "How about giving me some head, Dylan? Seeing you makes me horny."
I love sucking young cock, so I got right down on my knees in front of Willie and took his cock from his hand to stroke it a few times, then sucked it inside my mouth and tongued the head steadily for a minute until his cock was stiff and sticking straight out. Willie groaned, bit his bottom lip, and struggled to say, "Would you take it in your throat? That's the best feeling ever."
He cupped the back of my head with both hands and pulled my head into his crotch. His boner poked up high on the roof of my mouth at first, so he backed up a bit and then humped it into my throat with a smooth move, pulling my head forward until my nose was squished past his pubes into his belly; his boner deep down my throat.
Holy fuck, tears rolled down my cheeks, but not from pain. I don't know why, but having a hard cock down my throat sometimes makes my eyes water. Rotating his hips a little at first, then Willie pulled his cock almost all the way out and immediately humped it all the way back down again, and my dick got as hard as his. I get turner on being dominated. I know that sounds weird, but it's true.
Panting, Willie groaned and then, with his cock halfway down my throat, me gasping for air, tears streaming down my face, Willie was barely able to grunt, "Oh my God, this is...." before he shuddered and then violently fucked my throat a few more times, breathing through his nose noisily with me thrashing around trying, needing oxygen.
Willie squealed, "Ahh, just a sec..." as he let go of my head, and I was able to pull back off his ridiculously hard cock, dripping saliva. Willie made that escaping steam sound through his teeth and quickly stroked his sloppy boner a few times, with me gasping for air. I looked up at Willie quizzically, and he said sincerely, "Sorry, Dylan, I lost it there for a second. That felt so awesome, though."
He backed away, stroking his rock-hard boner, precum drips drooling from the pee slit. Breathlessly he muttered, "Please, get on all fours now; I'm going to fuck you doggy style."
Oh boy, I like that! I turned on my knees to face away from him and got in position. Willie, still trying to catch his breath, smacked my ass hard, saying, "I love your pussy, Dylan." I pushed my ass up and felt cold lubricant being pushed up my ass by a finger, but only a quick in and out. Then, I hear the wet sound of Willie stroking lubricant onto his cock.
He took his time mounting me, breathing regularly. His feet next to my knees, and the wet head of his boner dragged across my right buttocks. I felt the head around my hole, and then he thrusts his boner past my sphincter ring and up at least six inches, then immediately pulled back most of those six inches and again pushed it back in even harder. The last thrust went all the way up inside me until he was almost sitting on my upturned ass, and I moaned, "Ahhh," pleasure soaring all over me. Sex with Willie is golden.
"Ooooh, yeah," he muttered, "Ohh, that feels so good. My cock in your pussy is perfection. Here we go..." and he fucked me steady and wildly, like he was riding me. My boner was soon parallel to my stomach, dripping drops of precum as I moaned and pushed my hole up toward Willie's cock. As he said, it was perfection; what a fantastically sexual sensation being fucked roughly by Willie and his long boner. After about a minute, I felt Willie's saliva on my back as it dripped from his chin. He was drooling while making that steam-released sound he makes when sexually aroused, and about to blow his load.
My arms were starting to shake as he fucked me faster and harder, fucked me in a frenzy. It didn't last more than three minutes, although I wish it had gone on much longer. I was moaning, "Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ah," with every penetration; the "Slap, slap, slap," sound of his groin slapping off my smacked buttocks was music to me. I needed both arms to stay in the doggie position, so I couldn't stroke my iron cock. Willie climaxed first, a big juicy feeling inside me. I could easily tell he'd exploded his load because I felt the difference in my rectum, that slippery feeling followed quickly by thin streams of cum drooling down the inside of my thighs.
My climax followed with me shaking, super chills streaking over me. A fabulous climax! It felt better than anything I had a right to feel; I can't imagine anything feeling better. The steam-release sound from between Willie's teeth faded as he slowed the humping of my hole. Everything slowed down then: my breathing, heartbeat, and pulsating balls. Shortly, everything was almost back to normal. Even so, sexy chills zipped all over my body, and I shivered all over. The after-effect of climaxing deliciously hangs around a bit, and then all is calm.
Willie slowly straightened up, pulling his cock, inch by inch, out of me with me going, "Ohh!" as each inch was withdrawn. His cock fully out, a glob of cum flowed out right after it, and plopped on my buttocks, then rolled down the back of my leg, which made me shiver again and blink my eyes rapidly. Willie, in almost a whisper, says, "Here, Dylan, wipe yourself so you don't drool all over the place," and hands me a bunch of tissues.
I take the tissues, and he mumbles, "Nothing can top the feeling of being inside your tight pussy..."
I wiped my ass. Willie helped by getting his cum that was drooling down my legs. Then he wiped at the gob of cum I shot on the throw rug, muttering, "Okay, that's good enough. Didn't that feel good?"
Nodding enthusiastically, I asked, "Yeah, but why'd you spank me in the beginning?"
He did a wry smile, shaking his head a little, then knelt down with me and pulled my head against his so the sides of our faces touched, and his lips caressed my ear as he said, "I do it because you like it that way." Tightening his arms around me, trapping my arms between our bodies in a variation of the way Willie wraps me up in bed after sex, I sigh, loving him so. And, he's right, I do like it when he's little bit rough with me.
We're both sweaty now, as that fuck had been a wild ride. He whispered in that captivating way he has, "It's not like I always do it this way, but tell me, do you want me to stop treating you rough during sex?"
I didn't want him to change a thing, but I did not want to say it out loud because it contradicted what I'd just whined about, so instead, I barely shook my head. He quietly says, "So, that means you do like me spanking you, huh? Is that right?"
Damn, why'd I bring it up in the first place? Grinning, I nod slightly, indicating yes. Willie whispers, "I love you. Thanks for being honest about it, and no more whining; just accept your spankings like my good boy."
I mumbled, "I will, and I love you, too. You do everything right."
Sometimes, he makes me feel and act like a dorky little kid, and other times I bring it on myself by complaining without thinking. Willie's always thinking. He did a long kiss on the side of my face and whispered, "I never expected to love another person in my whole life like I love you." He held me tightly, rocking slightly from side to side, then added, "Whenever you think I'm doing something to be mean to you, tell me, and I'll explain why it's for your benefit so you'll learn."
I felt foolish creating the need for our little drama, but it's often difficult to see things from another guy's viewpoint, and that's one of many things I really want to work on: trying to be a more understanding person. It's hard to overlook the fact that certain situations excite me sexually, and one of them is being mildly and sweetly dominated by Willie. It feels warm and safe doing what he wants.
Robby knows himself better than I know myself because he's never hesitated, admitting he likes it when I'm in charge during our sex together. After cleaning up in the bathroom, Willie mumbles, "Now, please take care of my itchy pubes..."
I remembered he wanted me to neaten up his pubes that are growing out and getting itchy. He stands away from the sink, and I get on my knees, wetting the pubic hair stubble with a warm washcloth, rub on shaving cream, and then carefully shaved him smoothly using his safety razor. It was a great feeling rubbing around Willie's pubic area, especially when it's hairless, plus it made Willie's cock look even longer, and that's something to see.
Willie goes, "How about a shower now, boyfriend?" This is nothing new when you're with Willie Worthington; he's the cleanest boy ever. After the shower, I was glad he was clean because rimming his asshole is much more pleasant without the strong initial shitty taste. And, I do like licking and sucking Willie's body; I'm so hooked on him, I never get tired of it. I started by lightly licking both of his hairless ass cheeks, then kissing his ass, getting my tongue used to dragging saliva over taut, young flesh. After a while, I began exerting more pressure with my full tongue now, systematically licking every inch of his ass and then doing big wet, ass-cheek licks, then sucking on the same spot close to his anus.
When both buttocks were slippery with my spit, and my nose slid easily in his ass crack, my face was surrounded by his ass cheeks, and my tongue was pushing with extra pressure at his asshole, and then slowly back to his sack of nuts. Reaching my hand in front of his nuts I felt for Willie's wicked-hard cock and stroked it four or five times; it startled me when we both moaned\ erotically at the same instant because we'd been silent from the start of shaving his groin area.
My cock was again as hard as Willie's, and now I really meant business with the rimming; using both hands, I spread Willie's buttocks as wide apart as possible, stretching his asshole open slightly in the process. Wedging my nose in his upper crack, I began tonguing Willie's asshole, and, in thirty seconds, he was so aroused, he physically maneuvered me onto my back, pushed my knees down beside my chest, my feet in the air, and he rammed his long boner way up inside me, and we both went, "Oh, yeah!"
It felt fantastic, and once again, I climaxed in less than two minutes of Willie's rapid fucking of my super-sensitive, erotically-charged asshole. One three-inch spurt of sperm flew out of my cock to land on my belly. I let out a squeal as if I'd shot off a long rope of cum like the guys do in the Nifty stories. The head of my dick has never felt so good.
I slowly stroked my cock as Willie continued humping my ass, grunting and making whiny sounds, almost as if he was in pain. He shot his load up my ass again and then collapsed on me with his dick still in me, and we lay without moving for a minute or two, breathing hard. All that activity had both of us a little sweaty again, and it felt good rubbing my face against his.
He kissed all over my face, and we licked tongues and had our arms wrapped around each other so tightly we could hardly move. Slowly, but surely, Willie arranged my now docile body in the position he wanted me in, and then he did his wrapping me up in his arms and legs thing until I was totally under his control and couldn't get free if I wanted to, which I didn't want to do anyway.
We hadn't spoken words, just sounds of pleasure for quite a while now. I knew what to expect, and when Willie pushed my head to the side, I didn't resist, and he sucked on my neck till I had a hickey as large as any he's ever given me. When he was satisfied with the hickey, we both relaxed and he tightened up a few areas with his arms and legs, and with our faces together, he whispered, "Are you happy, Dylan?" and I nodded because I was very happy being here with him. He asked, "How'd you like my fucking you this time?" I mumbled, "I loved it, Willie."
He murmured, "Me too. As I've told you before, I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone. Are you glad I picked you for my boyfriend?"
I said, "Yes, Willie. Are you glad I picked you for mine?" He laughed at that and said, "Oh yeah, thank you," and he did another long kiss on the side of my forehead. If you've never felt truly loved and desired, I'm sorry for you because it's so excellent to feel those emotions from someone you really care about, someone you mightily love. Again, we lay in each other's grasp, unable to move much. His smell and the feel of his smooth, strong, slender body was so perfect for me. I'd lie like this for a very long time and be very content doing so. Eventually, though, we needed to separate to pee, and then we shared a cold Pepsi before getting back in bed and me being docile so Willie can wrap us up together again. When I'm under his control, he said, "Our dates seem to have a lot to do with us being in my bed. Have you noticed that?"
I said, "Well, now that you mention it, yeah."
Willie played with my hair, I suppose, going back to his crazy theme that boyfriends should have the same haircut. Then he surprised me, saying he'd changed his mind back to his original idea. His latest haircut for me requires me to let my hair grow until just before the Prep school dance, and then he'll take me to his barber near the school for a layered haircut, parted in the middle with bangs across my forehead, and the hair over my ears and so forth. It sounds like a little-bow-peep hairdo, but it's the popular hairstyle at his prep school, and he wants me, his date for the Fall dance, to look like I belong.
That's not happening, but I don't tell him that now. He'll probably change his mind anyway. Willie talked about a lot of things, but he didn't mention Robby or my so-called dilemma. As far as Willie was concerned, he and I were boyfriends, and any sex on the side that we do must be safe sex and should be acknowledged. After discussing it briefly, we'll forget about it because he and I were what was important, not some random playful sex.
Well, how could I have a major disagreement with that philosophy, if that's what it is? I loved the idea of keeping both boyfriends just the way they are. It was getting late, but Willie had yet another hard boner that must be accommodated before getting out of bed. He inserted that boner up inside me for one of his romantic fucks where he goes slow and steady with lots of making out, fucking me on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist.
It was wonderful beyond words, and near the end, he got close to another climax and switched from the slow and steady fucking to a heavy- breathing, rapid, rabbit fuck that lasted thirty seconds with Willie crying out, ''Oh God! Oh, oh, oh, oh," and his third climax joined the other two up my ass with me stroking my boner wildly, trying to climax a third time, too. Some wet spurt was my reward.
All in all, it was a fabulous three-fuck night. A great night, especially when I consider how nervous I was at the beginning of it considering my Robby confession and all that. Willie drove me home, saying complimentary things. We kissed goodnight like lovers' kiss, and I didn't think too much about the top being down. I almost hoped I would get caught so my secret would be out in the open; then, I'd be forced to deal with it. As it is, I'm still putting off telling anyone who doesn't already know that I'm gay.
After Willie drove off, I tapped on Chubby's door, but he was already sleeping. Sometimes, Chubby watches TV in his room or is on his computer late. I never feel completely alright if I don't say goodnight to Chubby, but what can I do? Going to sleep that night, I had no need to jerk off. Willie had fucked me into a satisfied state of mind, and that's rare for a sex fiend like me. I thought a lot about Willie and how he knows so much more about everything than I do. Guess he's been familiar with so many things due to his parent-less upbringing and because he has almost always been on his own. Because of that, he's made up his own proper procedure for just about every circumstance.
Except for bad advice from his old roommate, Larry, no one else has taught him much. I think it's sweet and cute how he has his own code of behavior. I'm in love with him, or if it's not love, I don't know what the fuck it could be. Oddly, that thought had me switching to thinking about Robby, whom I also love, but perhaps without the intensity of my love for Willie.
Maybe that's because Robby and I have only been intimate recently, and Willie and I have been boyfriends since before the beginning of this summer. Then, a thought: I need to confess to Robby tomorrow. What I should do is serious rationalization about not needing to confess to Robby. I mean, after all, Willie said I don't really have a dilemma, and he wasn't too upset about what he considers sex on the side.
Yeah, but not confessing to Robby would be cheating. I want a clear conscience with both of them, and hopefully my Robby confession will go as well as my Willie confession. My only remaining concern is being honest with Chubby about my sexuality, but that is on the back, back, back burner for now.
Yes, it's my Robby confession I need to deal with. I thought he was so beautiful on the baseball diamond at the high school Sunday, bossing his teammates around. Wow! What a hard-ass he was. It was so funny to see, and so unexpected, but it got my nuts buzzing. Yep, thinking about Robby fucking me is hot, hot, hot. We'll need to see about the confession first, though. You never know how someone will react. In bed, that's the last thought I remember having until Wednesday morning.
It was a beautiful Wednesday morning, which made me think, 'This afternoon will be the last Dickers barbecue, and I'm going to ruin it by confessing to Robby about my other boyfriend. Obviously, I'm not looking forward to that, except to get it over with and off my mind. Maybe I'll jump right in with my confession this morning before work starts, get it out of the way.
On the bus going to work, I was not nearly as nervous as I was coming home from work last night, meeting Willie. I'm still in awe of how well he handled that entire awkward situation. That's just one more reason I look up to him and feel so lucky to be his boyfriend. Willie is special in a number of ways. On the other hand, nobody beats Robby for his good looks and his hot body.
As soon as I got to work, I hustled down to find Robby, and there he was at his locker, standing in his jockey shorts, changing into his work clothes. I say in a stage whisper, "Drop those shorts, kid; let's see what you've got in there."
Robby, trying not to grin, pulled his underwear down to his knees and said, "Yes, sir. It's just my four-inch penis, sir. Oh, and my sac of nuts, too, and some random hair."
I mutter, "Hmm, I might like to suck on that," and Robby plays with himself, saying, "If you talk some more like that, I'll spring a boner."
Chuckling, I shook my head and said, "Can I talk to you for a minute about something serious?" He pulled up his underwear and stepped into work shorts, saying, "Serious? What do you mean?"
I hugged him once around his neck, saying, "I really like you. I love you. I wouldn't hurt you for the world if I could avoid it, but I need to confess something that might hurt you, and I'm sorry as hell about that."
Robby sat down after my hug, and said, "I really don't want to hear anything negative right now, Dylan. Things are going so perfectly between us, don't tell me something bad."
Sitting beside him, I said, "You know that guy, Willie, the one I said I was, you know, that I was gay with? Well, he and I are lovers, not just casual sex buddies, and it's only fair I tell you that Willie and I make serious sexual love together, not just goofing around whacking each other off."
Robby asks, "Is that what you think you and I do? Goof around, whacking each other off? Don't we make sexual love, or whatever kind you said you do it with him?"
I put my arm around his shoulders and said, "I didn't mean it like that. You and I make sexual love with the best of them. I'm trying to say that I have two lovers, and I want my conscience clear, so I confessed to each of you about the other."
He looked me in the eyes for the first time since I started this confession and said, "You mean you're not dumping me? You and I are still going to do our sex things together?" I nodded, thinking he didn't care about this any more than Willie! I'm the only one who thought I was a two-timing, deceitful slut, whore.
Robby says, "Excuse me, Dylan, I don't mean to be rude, but we aren't engaged, you know," and he giggled a little and pinched my ear, then pulled it and smiled some more, adding, "We're good, right?"
In a fog, I nodded, thinking to myself, 'Self, you're an idiot. Everyone knows we aren't engaged or going steady except you.' I said, "So you're not angry at me for lying? Lying by omission, I mean. Not telling the whole truth about Willie. You're okay with me having two boyfriends?"
He says, "I have many more than two boyfriends." I muttered, "Yeah, I know, but you know what I meant. Not regular friends, who are boys."
Robby says, "Yes, I knew what you meant, Dylan. I'm jealous, but not pissed off. You're so cute; I never thought I'd have you all to myself. Anyway, what the hell do I know about what gay boyfriends do or don't do? You're the first and only person I've told I'm gay. I don't even know another gay person. You're the only gay boy I know, so I'm stuck with you. Do we have time for you to fuck me?" Then he chuckled, not upset at all. He seemed relieved and relaxed. He is wonderfully like he always is with me. Obviously, I'm off the hook that I was never on in the first place, completely off-scot-free from what only I alone imagined to be terrible behavior.
I laughed then, too, saying, "I'm such a jackass. Both you and Willie said basically the same thing. Thank you, Robby. I love you, bro."
We did another quick hug, and he asked, "Did what's his face also say he didn't want to hear about the other guy?" I nodded, grinning, and he muttered, "Well then, we are both basically saying the same thing. I don't care to hear about him. I'll tell you something else, Dylan. I'm going to win you from him; you'll see."
Huh, this is a little more like the version of Robby I saw on the baseball diamond Sunday. This is the competitive, take-charge Robby. Cool! He might be an even bigger surprising delight than has ever crossed my mind. This really rocks! I was floating on air without my six-hundred-pound dilemma problem burdening me anymore. With each second, I saw it all more clearly. I only had a dilemma if I decided I could only have one boyfriend.
After work, we had our last barbecue at the Dickers, with Robby managing to come up with a need for him and me to drive off in the pickup to get more propane for the gas grille. His father was amazed they needed it because a new tank had been hooked up last week. Robby announced, "Someone, probably Dodger, didn't turn the propane off when they were done grilling, and all the gas evaporated. No sweat, Dylan and I will drive down and get a refill."
Dodger yelled, "What? I did not forget to turn off the goddamn gas...." which had his father going, "Dodger! Watch your language, young man."
We left chuckling as Chubby called Dodger over to help set up the ping-pong table, while their dad was scratching his head over the missing propane. Robby and I only had time for a quickie fuck that afternoon. It started with him sitting on my dry boner on the passenger seat and ended with me fucking him wildly, both of us partially standing in the pickup's cab, banging our heads on the roof. Awkward, but any fuck is a good fuck. Well, there it is; most of what happened to me the first summer after discovering I was gay. Whoa! The most exciting summer of my life. Next week, school starts, and it will be a brand-new experience for me as a gay guy now.
Just being a Senior is a big deal on campus. Also, I'm the high school newspaper editor, thanks to Carl, who bribed me with that position to get me to let him fuck me, which turned out spectacularly for me. So, I'm a gay, big-shot senior, and editor of the school's newspaper. Big deal as nobody much reads newspapers anymore. Still, I got the senior editor position anyway. For me, it's been a six-month learning experience about what it means to be gay, and I've met some great boys along the way, too. And some mean, dangerous older gay guys as well.
No, it's not all peaches and cream being a new gay boy, but the creamy part with the right boy is so excellent I can easily forget about the bad parts. Chubby and I will get our licenses next week when we both turn eighteen years old. Not getting our driver's license until we're eighteen is humiliating, so we keep it under wraps as much as we can. In a week or two, we'll go with Tris to buy our car in her name because we'll need to finance some of the cost. Then, we no longer will be walking every place.
Many things are still a mystery to me. I'm not sure what Chubby and Rickie are up to, for example, but there are always some things that one never finds out about, or maybe there's nothing to find out about in the first place. Perhaps Chubby and Rickie are not up to anything, even though many coincidental things have indicated that they are. And, maybe I don't believe in coincidences, and maybe Chubby will tell me about him and Rickie, and maybe I'll tell him about me being you-know-what... maybe.
Meanwhile, Chubby and I need to decide how much of our intimate routine we can comfortably continue with. Things such as his foot fetish, mutual jerking off, lying together watching sports on TV, hugging every two minutes, and a few other little things like that. For me, I'd increase them all quite a bit, but Chubby may not be gay at all, or he may be gay a little, or maybe he's not sure, or perhaps he's even bi and, whatever, he'll have an opinion about the intimate stuff we've grown up doing together.
I truly don't know how it will go, but I know I love Chubby like life itself. It's a different kind of love than I have for any other guys I love; it's so much deeper because Chubby and I have lived our lives together, almost as one. We are bound together at the heart for life, but it's just not clear if any real sex will ever be involved. But we'll be eighteen next week, and there's still a lot of life for us to live.
Learning I'm gay shouldn't have surprised me, but it did, so who knows what else I'll learn and be surprised about even though I shouldn't be? I know I'm lucky to have the boyfriends that I have, but I still wonder if there is even more out there in the world for me. Is there more sex, more scary stuff, and more from Chubby?
Well, for now, my life is close to perfect: eighteen years old next week, beginning my senior year of high school, finally getting my driver's license, then a car in a couple of weeks, and my sex life is rocking! I'm a lucky kid, and I know it!
To be continued...
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