DYLAN'S FRESHMAN YEAR
Chapter 56
by Donny Mumford
Damn! My girlie panties are sticking to me, sloppy with cum; the cum in the front of my panties is mine, and Willie's cum is in the back. Willie's driving us to Khol's department store as I squirm in the bucket seat, trying to get my cum saturated panties out of my ass crack, and I'm noticing my smacked ass now too, it's still stinging. Ryan spanked me earlier this afternoon, and Willie did the same just recently, both spanked me wicked hard, and Willie did it twice. No way I'm complaining about either of my problems to Willie though and thankfully I'm wearing jeans so the cum won't soaking through and leaving a stain on the leather seat of this hot Porsche Boxer convertible. Willie's saying, "When we're done shopping I'll fuck you again and then we'll eat at Burtons Grille; that place has the best reviews of any restaurant in this hick town." I say, "Yes, Willie," but that's all I feel comfortable saying 'cause I don't want to take a chance of upsetting him again. Willie's put me in my place a few times today already, and we've only been together an hour and a half. Man, I could do without that fuck he's talking about before dinner though, I'm afraid it'll include another before-fuck spanking and my ass is too sore to handle another one; too sore inside and out actually. Willie toughened my rectum and anus in Key West and I'm guessing he plans on doing the same thing today and tomorrow morning. No whining from me though. Willie's made it clear he won't put up with any nonsense from me and I like that 'cause I'm submissive when on a date with him. When you have a submissive nature, where sex is concerned, you want your man to be hard on you, but fair too, and Willie's fair. He shows me lots of loving, and I get lovin' more than I get discipline except for the breaking-in period when we've been away from each other, like now. I've apparently lost some of my submissiveness to Willie so he needs to discipline his submissive boy until I'm totally accepting of his dominating personality. That's how he trained me in Key West and he's working on re-indoctrinating me to that level of submissiveness today. I need to be on my toes, that's all... be a good submissive boyfriend like I was in Key West and I've got it made. I didn't think Willie's control would work outside of Key West, but it apparently is effective whenever I'm with Willie, wherever we are. This doesn't have anything to do with love because I know it's Robby I love and I've discovered I don't love Willie at all now. With Willie it's the dominant sex and the fun adventures; that's what interest me. Not that Willie's not cute, it's just that I don't love him, and loving his dominant sex has nothing to do with love the way I love Robby; those kinds of loves are light years apart. But Robby's got Ryan now too, so it's prudent of me to stay in touch with Willie. And there's no guilt associated with that because Robby said me seeing Willie is okay with him. He feels it will relieve his guilty conscience; the one he has from spending more time with Ryan than me. Even though he just said that the other day, he didn't seem too happy about me seeing Willie when the time actually came to do it. The concept probably seemed like a good one when he proposed it, but in actuality it seems less of a good idea when the time got here. I only want to see Willie once in a while anyway, but I want to see Robby all the time, so that's an enormous difference in how I feel about the two of them right there. Trouble is I can't see Robby all the times I'd like to because I need to share him with Ryan, and I can feel Ryan and Robby growing closer and closer together, so that's another problem I'm struggling with. And, Ryan's got some nice qualities about him too, so it could get even more confusing 'cause I'm even liking Ryan more and more the longer I get to know him. Ryan's a sweet kid who's got some damn good dominant moves when we've done a little sex together.
Willie parks in Kohl's parking lot and we walk to the store hand in hand with me doing some bowed-legged walking, trying to get my wet panties unstuck from my ass and crotch. Uncomfortabe! Willie glances at me, but ignores my discomfort, and says, "Get a shopping cart for us when we're inside and follow me with it." I almost say, "Yes, sir," but catch myself and correct it at the last second to,"Yes, Willie." He smiles at me as we walk into the busy store and of course we're getting a lot of looks from fellow shoppers. Holding Willie's hand is even more awkward here than it was in Key West; much more awkward! Thankfully Willie lets go of my hand inside so I can push the shopping cart. "Household goods is where we're headed, baby," then he stops and grabs my arm and his hand goes to my cheek, he says, "Let me look at you baby, you're so cute it's crazy," and he kisses my lips sweetly, muttering, "Gawd! I love you," as I hear a little girl's voice, "Look mommy, two boys are kissing," and an adult's voice says, "Um, no they're not, Carolann, boys don't kiss. Come on, honey." Willie gives me another kiss, with my face turning red, and the little girl says, "Uh huh, they did it again." Guess the mother yanked the little girl around the corner to another aisle because I hear no more from either of them. Willie's done kissing me, and now he's looking at something with a frown on his face. We're next to a display of men's sweatpants and Willie's staring at them, then he rubs the material of one of the sweatpants stacked there, mumbling, "Jesus, who do you suppose would wear these cheap looking things? And look, they're only thirty dollars... Jesus, how cheesy! I pay more than that for a pair of socks." Hmmm, I bought a pair of the exact sweatpants he's ridiculing just last week. Glad I didn't wear them today. I say, "Everybody isn't rich, Willie. They look okay to me." He maybe senses I'd wear these, so he tempers his critical opinion by saying. "Oh yeah, you're right, Dylan, they're okay." We continue on our way and eventually find a department in Kohl's advertising itself as the home goods section.
Willie says, "Bedding firsts," and he looks through the mattress covers until he finds a suitable one, and then puts two identical ones in the cart. "We need at least two to cover that disgusting mattress before we lay in that bed." I nod my head as he looks through the sheets until he finds what he wants and puts a set of king size sheets in the cart. I ask, "How do you know what to buy, Willie? I mean there's so many different brands." He says, "It's simple, I look for the most expensive ones, they're obviously the best out of this pathetic selection." I mutter, "Oh, I see," and we're over at the comforter section where Willie finds the most expensive one and that goes in the cart. Same for pillows, towels, washcloths, soaps, and a large rubber mat, "For the floor of the tub," Willie explains. Then to the cleaning department for disinfectant bathroom cleaners, disinfecting sprays, two pairs of latex gloves, and two pairs of flip-flops. Then to the rug department for a throw rug and a long narrow hallway runner. The rugs are thin but Willie says they'll be fine for keeping the filth of the room's carpeting away from our feet. Our room's old and worn, but it looked clean to me. Everything shined in the bathroom which appears recently renovated. The bed, chair and carpet looked worn, but not the bathroom. Last thing he puts in the cart is a slip cover for the chair. The cart, a big plastic one, is overloaded by now. I wheel it to the check-out counter alongside Willie, who's arm are loaded with stuff we couldn't fit in the cart. I'm wondering how the hell we'll jam all this stuff into the small Porsche, but don't bring that up 'cause I don't need another slap in the face.
It takes a while to ring everything up, and then Willie uses his American Express Platinum card to pay the over five hundred dollar total. He says to the lady at the register, "I can't believe I got all this stuff for less than six hundred dollars," and she says, "Shopping at Kohl's is the smart way to shop." Willie goes, "Um, how come you don't carry any high-end stuff? Ya know, some customers prefer a higher quality for the items they buy." She rolls her eyes, "Not our customer" as she frowns at the Platinum card, muttering, "I never seen one of these before." Willie gives me a look, like 'Can you believe this dolt?' He says, "It's an American Express card. You take American Express, don'cha?" She goes, "Yeah, but we don't see many of them, and they're green when we do see them, not silver." Willie gives me another look, then says to her, "It's a Platinum card. The best one American Express offers," and she shrugs, asking, "Do you have identification? I need to check ID when for purchase this large that's being paid for with a credit card." Willie lets out an exasperated exhale and shows her his drivers license and the transaction is mercifully completed, but Willie's pissed-off now. When everything is in plastic bags and put back in the cart, I push it out of the store with Willie's next to me carrying two plastic bags stuffed with merchandize. He's muttering, "The incompetence of that woman is staggering..." Then when we're at the car, he laughs, "How the fuck are we going to stuff all this shit in the car?" I shrug and we begin loading the trunk and the space behind the bucket seats, moving the seats forward as far as they'll go. Then the footwell on my side of the car is stuffed with bags of towels and finally, with me sitting India style, my legs crossed in from of me and my arms overloaded with the two mattress covers, Willie squeezes in the drivers seat. He's hovering over the steering wheel and we can forget the seat belts, no way to put them on. Willie looks over grinning at how absurd this is, and then he gets the car started and manages to drive us, while his chest is almost touching the steering wheel, back to the motor inn without crashing the car. I kept my face buried in the mattresss covers the whole way because this boy drives too fast.
Unloading all this shit from the car to the room is another pain in the ass, but Willie does as much of it, or more, than I do. It's not like I'm his flunky. Done with that, we put on the latex gloves, lay the throw rug next to the bed and then the runner, which extends from the throw rug to the bathroom, and lastly we cover the chair with the slip cover. Then strip the bed throwing everything into the closet to get it out of the way, put the double mattress covers on, then the new linens, then the comforter and two new pillows. "There," Willie says, "We'll be able to sleep in that bed now. Let's get the bathroom clean and then we'll take a shower. You'll need to put those same panties on after the shower though 'cause I want you wearing them for your surprise tonight." I go, "Okay, Willie." Still wearing the gloves, we spend an hour cleaning this already clean bathroom and then lay the new rubber mat on the floor of the tub. Willie laughs, asking, "Can you imagine having to do this shit regularly? Holy fuck! Hahaha." Of course I can imagine it because I do this stuff regularly, which Willie should realize, but he doesn't. "Okay, baby, now I feel semi-comfortable in this dump." I ask, "What do you suppose the cleaning people will think when they see all the new stuff you bought for the room?" Willie shrugs, and mutters, "Who cares?" I go, "Oh," and we get undressed and walk on the new carpet runner to the bathroom naked, wearing the flip flops because Willie says the bathroom floor still might have germs even though we washed it with disinfectant cleaner and sprayed it with disinfected spray. He tells me he's not a germ-aphobe, but I wonder what he thinks a germ-aphobe is? In the bathroom he turns on the single shower head, looking at it mumbling, "Just one," then he brightens, saying, "Oh good, there's a handheld shower head too." Looking at me, like, 'Can you believe this shit', he mutters, "Bridal suite, my ass." All the fixtures look new to me except the jacuzzi because it's cracked and Willie told me we're not going near that cesspool. There's great water pressure so it's actually a damn nice shower, but small compared to what Willie's used to, although large compared to what I'm used to. He says, "The things I do to for you, sweetheart!" then he smacks my ass, saying, "In you go, Dylan," and he follows me into the shower stall and under the water. The new bath gel is in there along with shampoo Willie brought with him. There's cum on my dick, balls, and buttocks, but Willie shampoos my hair first, then I shampoo his. It's nice having hair to shampoo and I enjoyed doing it for Willie's nice hair. When the soap's rinsed out of our hair, Willie goes into a wild make-out under the water that's pouring down on us. He really gets into wildly licking and sucking my mouth; it's like he wants to devour me. From Willie there's quiet sounds of pleasure and whispered words of love, telling me how cute, how beautiful I am, how desirable I am, how special I am and what a treasure I am for him. I get into a sexually aroused state of mind as I'm feeling adored at the same time. Willie's wonderful at making love and I can understand how the younger version of me, new to my gayness, fell in love with him back then. Back then and now, I have a sense of being more than special because of his outpouring of praise and almost out of control ways of making love. His hands never stop caressing my body, it almost like being worshiped. He's very good at it, but I've known true love so I know the difference between almost being worshiped and being deeply loved, like Robby's love for me. There's a depth and sincerity to Robby's words of love that make me feel deeply loved as opposed to feeling like a prized and treasured procession, which is the way Willie makes me feel. Both are good feelings, but Robby's love of me is so far superior to Willie's love of his prized possession that there's no comparison. Willie's in love with the idea I'm having me as his boyfriend, while Robby's in love with me as his boyfriend: I'm the boy Robby loves. Willie's love is sexual fer sure, but so is Robby's and his love is so much deeper and purer, his love touches my soul, while Willie's only goes so far as getting the attention of my dick.
Being fucked twice already today one might imagine my dick would be lazily satisfied, but oh no, that's not the case at all; my dick grows into a hard boner that's presently against my belly pointing straight up. Willie's dick is too. My balls are probably rolling their eyes at each other, like, 'Does this nitwit thing we can manufacture more sperm already?' Yes, I do, get the fuck to work, which from the sensations I'm feeling in my balls I believe they are getting to work. The make-out goes on until the pads of my fingers are wrinkled from absorbing so much wetness. Finally Willie sucks my new hickey, and then begins bathing me. We're both out of breath, but satisfied we've swapped enough saliva and we've kissed until our lips and tongues are tired. As Willie washes me with one of the just purchased washcloths I stroke his boner and mine too, at the same time, moaning quietly to myself and wondering how much sex it would take in one day to totally satisfy me; so much sex that I'd say, 'No more!'. So far in my life I haven't found that out yet. It'd be interesting to know the answer to that though, and an extremely fun day as well. Willie's done washing me, so I use another new washcloth, lathered in a great smelling bathing gel, to wash Willie. I do it the same way he bathed me: starting with his face and moving down the front of him, paying special attention to cleaning his boner, balls, and crotch, then down his legs and lastly his feet, and then up the back of him beginning at the bottoms of his feet and up the back of both legs, then special attention to his awesome ass and up his back. Very nice body! Done with the scrubbing, Willie directs the handheld spray at me. The water comes out in a hard spray that tantalizes my cock and balls, keeping my cock hard and tingling nicely. Then he directs the spray on my back and down the back of my legs, after which, Willie says, "Bend over, Dylan, and spread you ass cheeks as wide as you can." When I do that, with my arms reaching back and a hang gripping each cheek to spread then away from my asshole, he directs the sharp needle spray on my anus and it feels surprising sexy somehow. "Stay like that, baby," orders Willie, as he turns off the handheld nozzle and lines his cock head at my anus, pushing it in to just spread the lips, and that feels good too. The water is still cascading down on us as I continue spreading my ass cheeks. Willie gives my ass four hard slaps with the water making the slaps sting more. I go, "Ow," and get four more slaps, his cock head still just spreading my anus' lips. This time I say nothing, and Willie mutters, "Good boy," and I stupidly feel proud of myself. I've slipped into my submissive mood somewhere along the way; Willie does it to me so easily it's almost like a reflex action for me now. I'm not complaining because feeling submissive to a true dominant sex partner is sensual and soothing to me, and Willie's dominance is so familiar to me it's like putting on a favorite old, soft bathrobe. He says, "Keep those ass cheeks spread," and gets a grip on both my hips to very slowly push his stone-hard, eight inch cock up my rectum and every inch feels fantastic. Without thinking, I moan, "Oooohh, oooh," then "Ahhhh, mmmmm," until he's tight against my spread buttocks. It feel different like this, totally submissive and my hard cock throbs and out comes another long moan of pleasure from me, "Mmmmmmmm"., then, "Your cock feels so good up my ass, Willie." He smacks my ass, saying, "Be quiet, I'm concentrating! Ya know, I'm allowed to get pleasure too, it's not all about you, Dylan."
Willie leaves his cock inside me for a minute and as he squirms his hips is boner massaging my rectum. The water continues raining down on my back and head as Willie forces a finger up my ass next to his boner. My moans turn to grunts as my anus tries adjusting to the unexpected extra intrusion. He wiggles his finger and it begins feeling good. More finger wiggling, massaging the side of my rectum, then he withdraws his finger and his cock is pulled back just as slowly as it went inside me. Waiting a minute, teasing my anus by almost pulling the swollen head out, stretching the lips outward before forcing his boner in all the way fast, and Willie begins a wild rabbit-type fuck, it's fast and furious and it goes on for a long time. I almost feel a climax coming on, but even without a climax it's an awesome and fantastically sexy experience and it has me biting my lips and moaning, Ooooh my godddddd, un, un, un.! All kinds of pleasure sounds echo off the tiled shower stall; I'm moaning out the whole time while straining my arms to pull harder on my butt cheeks, spreading them as flat as I can because I want his cock as far inside me as it can reach. Finally Willie gasps, lays on my back and does hard short humps of his hips driving his cock in and out about an inch each time. He grunts, "Oh umph, ah, ah, ah!" pouring his seed up my ass, and then collapses limply on me having deposited some juicy cum up my ass. It's squishy in there as his cock move with subtle little humps slushing in his spunk, slightly warmer up there too. Damn good performance by Willie; two climaxes in less then three hours. He lays on my back with his heart beating against it as I struggle to keep from falling over and toppling both of us to the mat on the floor of the stall. The shower stall is just large enough to accommodate this fuck, and I only realize now that my head banged into the shower stall's tiled wall with every hard and quick thrust up my ass. My head should hurt, but it doesn't. After a minute I ask, "Can I let go of my ass cheeks yet, Willie?" He's still out of breath when he mutters, "Oh, sure, Dylan, sorry.... oh God..." I let go and my plump buttocks nestle around the root of Willie's cock. Taking a big breath, Willie straightens up and turns off the shower, asking, "Anybody ever mention you've got the best boy pussy for fucking in the world, Dylan?" I go, "Um, no, I don't think so, Willie." He goes, "Well, you do," and he pulls his cock out sucking air between his lips as he does it. I'm going, "Ohhhh, ahh, ahh," until it's out. My asshole is gaping open now. Willie says, "Come on out of the shower, baby, and I'll dry your hot body. You're special alright. Did I tell ya you've ruined me for other boys. Maybe I'll try girls, hahaha. No I won't! Hahaha." Willie's almost always happy after fucking me, well the first fuck involved discipline and he doesn't like to do that so he wasn't as happy after fucking me that time. He's always been conscientious about his responsibilities as the dominant sex partner by taking the time and effort to give his submissive partner the type discipline he needs; it's for the submissive partners benefit, you know. I feel awesome myself; being very well fucked makes my whole body tingle and feel alive and ready for anything. Willie dries me and then smacks my ass hard, saying, "You dry me now, baby," which I do, but I skip the slap on his ass. "Damn, I enjoyed that, Dylan, how 'bout you?" I enthusiastically say, "Did I ever! It was a fantastic fuck, thanks, Willie!" Were walking into the bedroom, Willie's got his arm around my shoulders squeezing them affectionately. He says, "I got you something to wear to the restaurant, and then I have an awesome surprise for you later. We're going to a gay club and there's a surprise for you there too." I ask, "What is it, Willie?" and he's like, "You'll find out when we get there, I don't want to ruin the surprise." I go, "Huh," and he says, "Goddamn, you're so sexy it makes me horny all the time I'm around you. I just fucked you and I'm already looking forward to doing it again after dinner. Hey, did you have an orgasm?" I lie, "You bet I did," the lie is because he knows me and two orgasms in a row isn't unusual for me, but Ryan drained my nuts this afternoon, and that wasn't too long before Willie drained my balls again just before we went shopping, so the earliest I expect another orgasm is after dinner. I'm looking forward to it too, although I'm expecting, and hopeful, the soreness in my rectum goes away first. My ass is sore, but no sense mentioning that little fact to Willie. Speaking of Ryan, I surprise myself by considering the possibility that my twin lays a better dominant fuck on me than Willie? Damn! Maybe he does, but it's only been twice with Ryan and it's a new thing for us so that's gotta be taken into consideration. Haha, it's weird that I'm thinking about my twin so much lately, but the little fucker is cute and there's a lot to be said for his step-by-step dominant way of doing sex. I think I've been selling that short. Then another silent chuckle remembering Ryan pushing his eyeglasses up that cute nose of his; it totally contradictory to the dominant shit he's capable of. Funny thing is he seems so surprised he can do it, but each time it's been hotter for me, and I'm thinking hotter for Ryan too. That's some awesome side sex right there!
As I pulling on my panties, still damp from earlier orgasms, Willie pulls an Abercrombie and Fitch shopping bag from his suitcase. He goes, "Oh my God, I love shopping for you, but I was slumming it a little bit this time, shopping in A & F. Anyway, their stuff is pretty cool even if it's inexpensive compared to some shops in Boston and New York, which is where my mother took me shopping that time I was talking with you on the phone, if you even remember." I say, "Yeah, I remember, Willie," and I get next to him, standing too close to him actually, like Ryan does to Robby. It's hard not to do that when you're with your dominant sex partner and Willie's dominant in everything, not just sex. He smiles at me seeing me in his space, and asks, "You feeling it for Willie again, are you?" I suck my lips in, nodding my head looking into his eyes, and he wraps me up in his arms, saying, "I'm gonna take care of ya, baby. Willie gonna fuck your pussy plenty, and not just tonight and tomorrow. I'll be taking you on lots of dates, but maybe not as many as I first thought because of my new buddy, Devon. Him and me are kinda liking our buddy sex although it's not as hot as when I'm working on your pussy, but it's different and I enjoy our trip down memory lane. Also, I'm hoping to pick-up some dominant pointers from Devon so maybe I can get you off even better. I'm always thinking of ways to satisfy that submissive lust you have. Okay, sweetheart?" and a big kiss on my cheek follows, then a minute-long suck on my hickey getting that damn thing stinging and burning again. Willie asks, "Have you looked at that beauty of a hickey yet, babe? It's something, bet it stings like a bumble bee's sting too, don't it?" I mutter, "Yeah, it stings alright," and he cups my jaw tightly, bring my head up, "Was that a complaint I'm hearing from my boy?" I quickly say, "Nah, um no, Willie. I'm not complaining, I like the hickey." He reaches around and gives my ass two hard slaps, saying, "No pouting or complaining by my boy, okay?" I nod, saying, "Okay, Willie, I'll remember," and I got real close to being ten years old again, but Willie breaks the spell with a big smile, "Good boy, Dylan. Here, look what I got for you," and he pulls out and A & F polo shirt with the A & F moose logo, like Polo brand shirts have a polo player logo; right on my left breast. The A & F one Willie bought me is a white polo shirt with long sleeves. The logo is dark blue and at the three button opening the inside is a matching dark blue; very cool! "And these too," Willie says, and pulls out oh-so-cool A & F skinny chino pants. These are off-white and then he gives me a dark blue hoodie, with the moose logo in white; a matching outfit. I love it! I go, "Oh Willie, you buy me the coolest fucking things ever!" I hug his neck and kiss his lips. He's still naked and I have just the cum soaked girlie panties on. He says, "I'm getting the urge to fuck you again right now, but we got dinner reservations so you need to get that hot body into these new clothes. Take 'em home with you too, they're a size too small for me." Willie knows my sizes for everything. He goes, "Oh, I almost forgot," and he pulls a pair of sneakers out of the bag, with the tags still on them. "I got you and me a pair, I wore mine driving up here from Weston, aren't they cool?" I go, "Gawd, I'll say. I love 'em," and Willie says, "Jesus, you're easy to please. They're Boxfresh sneakers and only cost a hundred and twenty dollars." A hundred and twenty dollars for sneakers? Damn! Well, he pays a hundred twenty-five dollars for a friggin' haircut, a pair of sneakers for that much must seem like a bargain to Willie. The sneakers are high top, light gray with a contrasting plaid lining, regular laces up the front and the sneakers are made of, according to the tag, waxed canvas... whatever that is. Very cool looking though and I thank Willie again, but this time he just gives a wave of his hand, like, 'Enough already.' Guess he's a little embarrassed about spending only three hundred bucks for my gifts, the cheapskate, haha. I love all three items and I'm anxious to get dressed in them. First the ultra cool necklace he bought me a couple of years ago, the one I sent back to him when I broke-up with him, but he insisted I take it back and keep it this time. That happened before our Key West trip. Then I put on the cool sports watch he bought me when we were in Key west, and I'm already wearing the gold hoop earrings we both got there. I'm rocking some style, fer sure.
Willie's getting dressed, but I was wrong, he's apparently not embarrassed about anything, he says, "Isn't this the greatest, Dylan? I love going on dates with you, how about you?" I go right over to him and put my arms around his neck, then kiss him. "Willie, I think our dates are like a thrill ride. I really do!" He smiles brightly, "You're thrilled about our dates, I love that!" and I get a kiss, then, "We gotta get moving, baby. Get dressed." He misinterpreted my comment. I'm not thrilled to be on a date with him, although they're usually fun and adventurous. What I meant was our dates are like being on 'a thrill ride', like a roller coaster. A thrill you get and then you go on with your regular life. No one wants to ride a roller coaster every night, all night. Once in awhile you like a thrill, but that's enough until the next time you're at an amusement park. These clothes are so cool though. Then I'm dressed except for putting on my new sneakers, which are cool too, and they go with my outfit perfectly! Of course they do 'cause Willie picked then out. As a joke I ask, "No new socks?" He looks startled, then goes back in the A & F bag and yells, "Holy shit, I almost threw the bag out with these socks in there," and he pulls out two pairs of socks, saying, "I got these in New York for you, they're Wigwam low cut socks for sneakers. Fifty-five dollars a pair, which even I thought was crazy, but mother bought me eight pairs so I saved these two white pairs for you. They're new. Hey, wouldn't it be awesome if we were brothers? You'd be like my little brother and I'd take care of you and show you about style and all kinds of stuff. We'd share a bedroom and do tons of incest fucking. Oh man, that'd be great!" Wow, what a dreamer; I've been running into dreamers lately. I say, "Yeah, but I'm a month or six weeks older than you, something like that, so how come I'd be the little brother?" I'm fully dressed now, the sneakers are the most comfortable sneakers I've ever had on my feet. Willie's putting his matching sneakers on, looking almost as new as mine, as he says, "Oh, come on, Dylan, I'm like your big brother now, and it has nothing to do with age; I'm much more mature than you, it ain't even close. You're like, I don't know, naive or something. You're cute as hell though, that's for sure." Tying his shoe laces, he adds, "I told ya before, I'm a boy watcher and I've been doing it all my life and I've never laid eyes on any boy who can challenge you for cuteness." I go, "Gee, thanks, Willie. I, um..." then I stop, realizing I shouldn't probably say what I was going to. Willie's like, "What? What were you going to say?" I go, "Oh, nothing," then I get a brainy thought, "I was just gonna say I think you're cuter than me, that's all." Willie gives me a look, like he doesn't believe me, so I say, "Really!" and Willie's over hugging me saying, "That's sweet, baby, but I'm not in your class and I know it. Not that I think I suck, looks-wise, but come on, baby, you're beautiful." Then he kisses me, and says, "You don't need to brown-nose me, honey, I love you anyway." I go "Oh, okay I won't," but what I was gonna say when Willie said he's never seen anyone as cute as me, or whatever it was he said, I was gonna say, 'You should see my boyfriend', but I caught myself in time and avoided another spanking. My musing is interrupted by Willie, "At the restaurant do I need to order for you again? You really should learn to order for yourself, ya know." I go, "I'll try ordering by myself tonight, Willie, if it's alright." Willie goes, "Yeah it's more than alright, I want you to try, you shouldn't be depending on me so much, it gets tiresome occasionally to be honest with you. No offense, baby, just saying. You've seen how I do it, just speak right up, okay?" I go, "Yeah, of course, whaddaya think?" Willie goes, "That's my boy," and I feel annoyed at that. What an idiot he was with that remark, of course I can order my dinner at a restaurant, I do it every time I'm in a restaurant except with Willie, and I have little choice about it with him.
Burton's Grille restaurant is big. It's also extremely popular and usually crowded, and tonight is no exception. After finding a parking spot Willie puts the top up; it really is a cool-ass car! I can't help but wonder if he'll really give it to me; wouldn't that be something! No, it wouldn't; no way I'd accept it and here's hoping he doesn't bring it up again. Willie takes my hand and we walk to the restaurant with Willie telling me, "I never have good luck with neighborhood restaurant, but we're slumming it tonight so that's why I thought A & F clothes were good enough for the occasion. The gay club... forget about it, we could wear halloween costumes and we wouldn't raise and eyebrow in there, ha ha ha." I mumble, "Burton's Grille is a chain, not really a neighborhood restaurant," and Willie says, "That's even worse! Oh my God, this will really suck. Oh well, it's interesting seeing how the other half lives." I'm thinking how us guys go to Burtons for special occasions, but say nothing. Then inside, with Willie still holding my hand, the color in my face changes as people stare at us and whisper out of the side of their mouths. It's the handholding obviously, although Willie's totally oblivious to the staring and whispering. He drags me to the reception desk, and says, "Reservations for Worthington," and the lady, looking slightly frazzled, says, "We're setting up your table now, it'll be a few minutes." That's exactly what I told Chubby always happens when you have a reservation, but we were ten minutes late for our reservation at Ken's Steak House so we got seated right away there. I probably won't tell him about this though because he don't like Willie. We wait, with about ten others against the wall, Willie still holding my hand and now he's tapping his foot impatiently. He doesn't like to be kept waiting and I'm worried he'll make a scene and bring more attention to us. He says, "This is what you get in these joints, they're not professional." Waiting doesn't bother me, all I'm aware of is the stares and the whispering. My face is hot and red, sweat on my forehead as Willie's saying something to me, talking too loudly, but I can't focus on what he's saying as my eyes glance around nervously to see if any Merrimack students are here. Two boys holding hands in Key West is a bit awkward because of all the tourists, but holding hands in this college town is a very different thing; it's much, much worse. I don't know why I don't object except I think it's a holdover from Willie, um, I don't know, his training of me in Key West. Training me how to be a good submissive boyfriend, I guess. Well, showing or training me how to do that isn't quite accurate because he more or less drilled it into my head while fucking my pussy every couple of hours, and I was in a submissive haze most of the time. I guess that training is resinating with me still, in some manner. In Key West it got so I didn't even think about the handholding, but here I'm very conscious of it. I sort of felt submissive to Willie the second I saw him outside Fuffruckers and he definitely intensified that submissive feeling at the barbershop. I've had varying amounts of it in my head every since. Well actually, he reinforced my submissive mood when he yelled at me and smacked my head because of my terrible haircut. That was right after our greeting, with a kiss, right in front of Fuddruckers' plate glass window, and with people gawking at us too.
It's been more then ten minutes and we're still standing against the wall and people standing with us continue peeking at the two gay boys; my face is on fire. Willie holds my hand while whispering disparaging remakes about some of the people coming into the restaurant, then he laughs and gives me a kiss me on one of my blushing, hot cheeks. He's whispering stuff like, 'Look at all these losers thinking they're going to a great restaurant', and 'Do you see the geek with pink Bermuda shorts', and 'There's a gay kid if I've ever seen one.' He's referring to a goofy-looking young teen who's wearing a bracelet and too many rings on his fingers. The kid does appear to be a candidate alright, but Willie's stage whispering can be heard by those with us in the waiting area, and we're receiving unpleasant looks from some of them. Willie is blissfully ignorant of it all, and even if he knew about it, he wouldn't give a shit. The mother and father, with the possibly gay son, glare at Willie; the glare from the mother raises goose bumps on my arms. I do a couple of fake coughs into my fist, then look anywhere but at the glaring parents. In my mind I'm pretending I'm someplace else. Uncomfortable doesn't do my situation justice, but finally a miracle happens, "The table is ready for the Worthington party," to which Willie replies, "It's about time! You seated at least ten people in the time my boyfriend and I were waiting here, and they didn't even have reservations as far as I could tell!" I didn't notice that people were being seated ahead of us. Willie calls out that rebuke from ten feet away from the reception desk, and the receptionist yells back, "Burton's Grille is both a reservation and a walk-in restaurant. Half the ables are reserved and the other half aren't, and you're in the reserved section so your table needed to be cleaned off for you and your, er, boyfriend." Snickers from some of the less cool people waiting with us as a small flame erupts on my forehead. A waiter is saying to Willie, "This way, please," and we follow her, hand in hand, with Willie muttering under his breath. He has issues with restaurant dining, although he does quite a bit of it.
At the table, the waitress or hostess, or whoever the hell she is, puts menus in front of us and while she's still in earshot, Willie says to me, "Okay, baby, I want you to try ordering your own dinner this time," which gets my dick shrinking and retreating inside me. Jesus! If he purposely tried to humiliate me he couldn't do a better job of it, but he's not trying to do that at all; he's oblivious to it all. Nobody else but me exist in his made-up world. The hostess turns back with a frown, like 'WTF?'... And, with my own frown, I mutter, "I've ordered for myself a hundred times, Willie. It's you who want to order for both of us... jeeez!" He goes, "No back talk! Read the menu so you're ready when the server comes. We've got an appointment at eight o'clock so no fucking around." I shrug, knowing he's not going to tell me his 'surprise' at our appointment, so I read the menu. I've been here before so I'm fairly familiar with the place. Willie's staring at me, then he says, "Sit up in your chair, Dylan, don't slouch." Oh boy, that almost put me in my regression-age thingie again, and I'd like that so I don't sit up, but instead put a fake pout on my face to see what Willie will do. I'm playing with fire, but my dick is back out squirming in my pants and I want to experience that sensation of being a little boy again. Willie mutters, "Damnit!" as he's getting up to come around behind me and lift me under my armpits getting me straight up in the chair, saying too loudly, "Sit up like this, your poor posture isn't good for your spine." He pushes my chair in, then says in a quieter voice, "That's the way to sit, Dylan, and it's better for eating too. Sorry I yelled at you, baby." I sit up straight as a flagpole, a nine year old boy who's been properly corrected. In my little boy's voice I say, "I'm sorry, Willie, I'll be good," and he pats my nearly bald head and chuckles because he probably knows the condition I'm in at the moment. There were a couple of gasps from people eating around us at nearby tables and some loud snickering from what sounded like a preteen, but I can't be sure. In Willie's mind we're the only two people eating here so he's not intentionally humiliating me. I don't think he is anyway. Willie's back in his chair and to him it's like nothing happened. He says, "They have an eclectic menu, don't they?" I nod my head, and ask, "Do you think I should get the stuffed zucchini appetizer?" He goes, "Hmmm, sounds pretty interesting, but no. Get the onion soup like I ordered for you in Key West. You liked that, I'll get that too." I go, "Oh, okay, how 'bout that iceberg salad with blue cheese dressing topped with the applewood smoked bacon?" He says, "We'll split that, it'll be too much for you. You won't have room for your entrée." I look at the dinner selection now. Jeez, a lot of fish dishes which are out of the question of course, but the ribeye steak for $30.95 with the caramelized onions and sage butter on top sounds interesting. Maybe they can make it without the sage. I go, "Okay, I'll get the rib eye steak, it comes with a potato of your choice and seasonal vegetables too, which I may or may not eat depending what they are, but probably I'll leave them." Willie's saying to himself, "Very reasonable prices I must say. Only $8.95 for that iceberg salad," then to me, "No, you don't want that. Get the New York strip steak, medium rare. And okay, I'll get that too. You did very well, Dylan. I'm proud of you. Ya know, I've dined out a lot and you haven't, so that's the only reason you have a difficult time ordering; you're not as familiar with it as I am." What the fuck is he talking about? He changed everything I chose and I've ordered out a lot myself. Jesus! He can be dense sometime, but he is paying for the dinner and onion soup and New York strip steak is just as good as my choices, so who cares. But I'm out of my little-boy frame of mind already. Dammit! Oops, I do a little inconspicuous glancing around and can't help but notice a number of fellow diners are still looking at our table as they eat; Willie talks too loud and a lot of these people can plainly hear him. It's as if Willie and I are their entertainment for the evening. And fuck, it was a teen age boy who was snickering at me when Willie pulled me up in my chair, and he's still looking at me snickering. I feel like asking the kid, 'What the fuck ya looking at, four eyes?' He's an unattractive teen about sixteen, wearing goofy glasses, the four-eyed goon. It makes me think of Ryan, although Ryan looks cute with his glasses. Oh man, all of a sudden I need to get my dick going sideways in my new cool chinos because I've got half a boner going for me down there. Willie says, "Stop fidgeting, Dylan," so I sit still with my dick feeling good, but I gotta wonder what brought on my semi-boner.
Our waiter comes over, a kid about our age. "How you guys doing tonight. I'm Arnold and I'll be your server tonight. Have you been to Burton's Grill before?" Arnold looks like an Arnold, if ya know what I mean. Willie goes, "Let's cut to the chase, Arnold, we've got an eight o'clock appointment tonight so we'll eliminate the obligatory friendly chit chat, if you don't mind. We'll both have iced tea with lemon and sugar, the onion soup, then we're going to split the iceberg blue cheese salad, which I'd appreciate if you'd split into two servings for us." Willie glances at the menu, then says, "Oh yeah, for our entrée the New York strip steak, medium rare with baked potato and the works on that. Thank you." Willie's 'thank you' dismisses Arnold, but he doesn't leave until he's given Willie a wicked glare; then he leaves without another word. Willie couldn't care less. He says, "Sorry, Dylan, but we gotta get things moving so I ordered for both of us. You picked out your choices though, and all I did was place the order." I'm staring at him in disbelief, my regressed-age sensation has flown the coop again, but Willie's paying no attention to my stare. Then he looks me in the eyes, smiling, saying, "Okay, we should still have time for that after-dinner fuck and still make our appointment. I can't wait to see the surprised look on your face when we get to the gay club." I wish Willie would keep his voice down, gawd! And I wonder if Willie, deep down inside, really believes his own bullshit? I didn't pick out those choices, he did. Well, except for the salad which he decided would be too much food for me, so we'll split it. I shake my head, amazed at Willie's ways. He's looking hot though, and it's always a 'trip' being on a date with him, I gotta admit that. Expect the unexpected is what I'm expecting. Willie goes into some compliments about my appearance and how hot I look in the clothes he bought me, then he wiggles his finger, looking at my hand, so I puff out my cheeks and blow out the air while moving my hand across the table so he can hold it and rub it with his thumb continuing to tell me how awesome I am. That parts okay, but we might as well be back in Key West because I find I'm doing everything Willie wants again. It's like it's too much trouble arguing with him, but at the same time he makes me want to do these things, like handholding and treating me like I'm a little kid. Is it just the awesome sex that lures me to want to please Willie, or is it the repetitive reinforcement of these things in Key West that I've somehow retained. It's a bitch thinking I've been 'trained' like a dog to do things the way he wants me to; it's become like reflex actions for me by now? Damn, is that it? I need to put my foot down with something 'cause I promised myself I would. When I get a chance to break into Willie's monologue, I go, "Willie, I just gotta tell you something," and he's all ears, "Sure, baby, what is it?" I go, "It's this handholding thing. It's inappropriate here, although it was fine in Key West; well, not fine but better there. Ya know?" He chuckles, "You know what you need?" I ask, "What?" He says, "Another hard spanking before your after-dinner fuck, that's what, and that's what you're going to get." He's smiling, as I frown, then say, "No, Willie you gave me two hard spankings already and my ass is sore!" He squeezes my hand, calmly saying, "I explained all this to you in Key West, and it's probably my fault you've forgotten the lessons I tight you because I was away too long. You've regressed noticeably in your submissive training, and I went through a helluva lot of trouble to providing you that training, and I only do that so you'll enjoy our sex more. It's for you, as I've explained before, and as I've also said before any number of times, you can tell me to go to hell and that'll be that. I'll drive you home and we'll say goodbye. But, if you want to continue being my boyfriend you'll do as I say. It's really simple and totally up to you, not me. I only want a submissive boyfriend now and, oh sure, on the side I'll visit my old passion with Devon with me being the submissive one. I'm doing that for two reasons: one, it's fun, and two, I'll learn how to be an even better dominant boyfriend for you. How 'bout you think about that while we're eating, and when you make your decision ask me to either take you home, or ask me for the spanking before our awesome sex that will follow. Okay?" I inhale a deep breath, then say, "Okay."
He keeps holding my hand and goes on to lecture me about the duties of a submissive boyfriend, indicating I've a lot to learn. Hmmm, Ryan said I need to get more submissive too, and then there's Shaun who loves his submissive nature during sexual experiences, but the difference is those two know when it's over it's over while Willie continues his dominant ways after the sex, insisting I be submissive to him at all times. I must admit though, it was a constant state of arousal for me in Key West and that was very hot and sexually stimulating pretty much all the time, so there's that. Damn, I wish I knew what I want. There's a chance, but not a certainty, that Ryan will continue his dominant sex with me, but with Willie it's a certainty, and it's not like I'll be seeing Willie all the time now because he's got this side thing with Devon going for him, and I definitely won't be spending extended periods of time with him anyway, no matter what he thinks, because I need to work this summer and on my only vacation I'll be with Chubby and the moms in Wildwood. Sure, Willie came down last time I was in Wildwood, but only for an overnight trip. Yeah, Ryan's a good bet, but by no means a guaranteed one because Robby could change his mind and tells Ryan no more sex with me, and Ryan will obey Robby, the pussy. No, that's just wrong, he's not a pussy! He's a really good kid, he's just fallen head over heels in love with Robby and I know all about that. Funny, I just thought of something else: when Willie told me he's got this 'friend' on the side, I shrugged because I don't care. In fact, I'm glad he has something besides me to think about. With Robby and Ryan though, my initial reaction was intense jealousy. So, it's strictly sexual with Willie; I don't care how many other boyfriends he has; I used to care before we broke-up, but not anymore. Still, Willie's the only real dominant sex I can always depend on; my thrill-ride sex, in short spurts only; that's what's at stake here. Yeah, Ryan is awesome and I really am fond of him, but I can't depend on him long term so I better stick with Willie. He's been staring at me this whole time with a little grin on his face as he continues rubbing the palm of my hand with his thumb; kinda sexy actually. He's cute too. I go, "Um, Willie, I don't need to think about this during dinner. I want the spanking." Willie smiles and says, "Thank you, Dylan. That makes me very happy, not about the spanking, that I don't like, but the fact you made this decision... that's what makes me happy; really happy because I love you something terrible and we're so perfect together. You'll be glad you chose the spanking instead of the ride home. I promise you will, because making you happy is my goal in life." I start to say something, but the dinner's being served. Arnold, minus his smile this time, puts the onion soups down, and mutters, "Enjoy," without a tone of sincerity. Willie watches Arnold leave, then says me, "What's wrong with him, I wonder?" I go, "I can't imagine," because it'd be impossible to explain to Willie something so obvious as his condescending, rude behavior towards Arnold. Willie wouldn't understand what I was talking about. The dinner is pleasant enough because Willie's in a very happy mood and except for his complaint that the soup was rather weak, and the tomatoes that came with our split-salad were cherry tomatoes instead of slices of beefsteak tomatoes, and the baked potato wasn't prepared to Willie's liking, and the steak wasn't Angus beef, although they said it was, and our coffees weren't hot enough, and the key lime pie was from a frozen one, according to Willie anyway; other than those things the dinner was a big success. I only blushed a few times as Willie explained each of these imperfection to Arnold, who forgot who's dealing with, and asked us, "How was everything?" I said, "Very good," and then Willie listed the inaccurate preparation of each of the things I mentioned. It's was almost as awkward as the time Willie sent our steaks back in Key West. Arnold looks hard at Willie while listening to his critique of the meal. Halfway through Willie's recitation Arnold got this sort of far away look in his eyes. When Willie finished, Arnold smiles at me and says, "Glad you liked it," and he was off to process the credit card Willie gave him. A few minutes later a busboy brings the slip back for Willie to sign, then scurries away. Willie watched him go, then asks me, "What's with him? Cute though, don't ya think?"
I survived dinner okay, and we're smoking while walking hand in hand in the parking lot. We're slowly heading for the car when some college students walk out of Burton's Grill a minute or two after us and begin heckling us unmercifully with some crude slurs, and some funny comment too. Willie of course, isn't afraid of anything so he goes into an f-bomb laced tirade that got a little ugly before we're able to drive away just short of getting our asses kicked. "Those fucking immature assholes miscreants really pissed me off. Was one of them wearing a Merrimack sweatshirt?" I mumble, "I hope not," but Willie goes into a harangue about how I wouldn't see that kind of riffraff in an Ivy League university like Columbia. I let him ramble on until he runs down, and by the time we're back at the motor inn he's forgotten about it and is busy telling me some joke the kid named Devon told him, but I not listening. I'm wondering what Ryan and Robby are doing. I kinda miss my threesome. The vision of Robby fucking Ryan hard; it's the only sex I've witnessed by those two, and that's running through my mind requiring me to adjust my crotch. Willie sees me doing it, and asks, "You thinking of our fuck that's coming up, Dylan?" I go, "What? Huh?" and he just chuckles muttering, "You don't need to be embarrassed, I'm looking forward to it too. Nothing to be embarrassed about! Didn't you think the joke was funny?" and he rubs my hair, adding, "I love that haircut on you, baby!" I don't really need to answer most of Willie's questions because he isn't really that interested in what I have to say anyway. Inside Willie says, "Lets brush our teeth," so we do that and both of us pee, then Willie says, "Take those cool clothes off and ask me again for your spanking. That way I don't feel as bad doing it." I take a deep breath and begin undressing. Surprising me Willie strips too, explaining, "I want to wear these duds later for our trip to the gay club, and the surprise for you when we get there." His clothes of course are the same as the ones he bought for me except a size larger and different colors. He asks, "Don't ya think it's awesome we sorta got the same clothes on. Like twins," which makes me look up quickly. How could he know about me and my twin, then I come to my senses; he wasn't referring to Ryan and me, he's referring to him and me dressed like twins. Kinda creepy actually, but the clothes aren't. Gawd, I love these sneakers too! My panties are basically dry, but that's a temporary condition I'm afraid. Robby says, "Ask me, Dylan," and I go, "Please give me the spanking I deserve, Willie," and he nods his he'd approvingly, the says, "Pull your panties down just in back, like last time, 'cause I want you to cum in your panties again. Do you remember why I want that?" I recite, "So I remember the awesome fuck you laid on my pussy." He says, "Yes, that's it. Do you remember the position Willie wants you to assume whenever you need a spanking?" I nod, and bend over, my hands on my knees. This is less submissive than lying across Ryan's lap. I like Ryan's way better because it's more submissive and more intimate, but with Ryan, I don't wanna do it that way with Willie. Damn but that Ryan's a hottie, as I play with my limp disk. I'm pretty sure he's got the hots for me and I'm starting to think maybe I will eventually get the hots for him too. Hell, maybe I already have the hots for him.
Then, "WHACK!" on my ass and I stop thinking about my twin. That first whack is followed by twenty more smacks, each one hurting more then the one before it. I'm determined not to have all that tears and mucus nonsense I had before, but when Willie's finished smacking the hell out of my ass, he says, "Please realize this spanking you brought on yourself by being a wiseass in the restaurant arguing with me. Submissive boys are never wiseasses. Got it?" When I meekly say, "Yes, Willie," I realize my face is cover in tears and my nose ran so badly mucus is on my chin too. He says, "Stand up and let me look at your face. You were whimpering through the second half of your spanking, try not to do that in the future, it makes me feel bad. In other words, don't be a big baby because that disappoints Willie too. You really need to toughen up. I was going to stop at twenty, but the whimpering got on my nerves so I gave you a couple of extra whacks, now go in the bathroom and wash your face, and for godsakes blow your nose. Go ahead, hurry now!" and he claps his hands. I scurry into the bathroom and do what I'm told. When will I learn not to contradict or give Willie smarts remarks. I've learned my lesson this time. My ass is ridiculous sore and I turn my back to the mirror over the sink and look at my ass. It's bright red, shiny, and a little swollen, and that's both buttocks. I've got to be on my best behavior from now on because I can't take another spanking. Damn! It hurts.
After washing my face really well and blowing my nose really well, I meekly return to the bedroom with my head down. Willie asks, "Have you learned your lesson, are you finally ready to be a good submissive boy for your man?" I nod my head, rejecting the urge to sniffle and say, "Yes, Willie, I finally have learned my lesson." He asks, "What lesson's that?" I sneak a look up at him, then say, "I learned I better be a good submissive boy for my man or I get spanked." He goes, "Well, let see. Bend over for a bonus spanking, "I bend right over and he whacks my ass. The stinging is horrible, but I don't make a peep. He goes, "Okay, lets try to get this sex underway, on your knees and I want some damn good cock sucking from you because I'm losing my patience." He wasn't mad at me in the car, is this because he's still pissed about the hecklers? No, that's forgotten. He's being stern to get me shaped up, that's all. I begin lapping his cock with long licks from the head all the way up into his pubic hairs. Willie's rubbing my head with both hands as I'm licking through his pubic hairs and even up on his belly a little bit, then my lips do little kisses on his belly before dragging my tongue back down into his pubic hairs and down the shaft of his cock to suck on the top half of his the head with lots of quick licks and then drag my tongue back up the shaft into and through his pubic hairs to do more kisses on the ticklish area of his belly, then my tongue drags down again. This time I lick down the side of his cock and suck on the top half of his head again, and lap up the other side. Lifting his firm penis now, and pressing it to his belly, I start my lick at his balls and lick all the way up the underside of his penis' shaft to the head taking the whole head in my mouth to tongue it with a swirling tongue motion while sucking at the neck where his foreskin forms a turtle neck sweater for his penis. I finally hear Willie take a deep quick inhale then squeaking out, "Ah, ah," as I take the whole eight inches in my mouth, sliding it along my tongue then down my throat to massage it with my throat muscles. My nose is plastered in Wille's pubes, poking into his skin, my arms go around his thighs and I pull my face firmer against him. Willie's hands never leave my head, he's rubbing his knuckles back against the eight inch hairs on top, as his other hand feels the sandpaper short hairs left by the bare clippers on the sides and back, constant rubbing on my head. When I back my head off his cock it's a raging boner and I suck the head again just like sucking a tootsie pop... yum yum. Precum rolls out the pee slit and the tip of my tongue tries to enter his penis as I swallow the precum. A moan from Willie now as more precum drools out to be sucked at by me. His cock is a very hard boner now so I go back to licking at his balls, then under them and stretching my neck I lap across his asshole and then do it again, this time I lick as far up his ass crack as I can reach, then constant sucking on his anus and Willie's groaning and his legs start twitching as he squeezes my shoulders. Licking my way back to his balls, I lick the inside of his thigh, ten long laps and then the other leg and both thighs raise goose bumps. Looking up at Willie in a very submissive, almost timid voice, I ask, "Would my man like me to suck his toes?" Willie's eyebrows go up in surprise, then he nods curtly and raises his foot. The sneakers are off but not his sock, so getting down on my elbows, my body on the floor behind me, I try taking the sock off like Shaun did, with my teeth, dragging it down, my nose pressed against his ankle. Very nice smell as I try figuring out how submissive I'm feeling right now and decide it's a deep submissive frame of mind I'm in. I hadn't realized I slipped into it during my latest spanking, but the whimpering should have been a clue. Right now I'm loving this sensation of submissiveness and I desperately want to please Willie. I'm doing everything quickly now except I don't have Shaun's technique for taking socks off with my teeth, fifty-five dollar socks no less, so I use a finger on one side of his ankle and my teeth on the other to pull the sock off his foot. Very long narrow foot with long toes which I go right for. I fit all of them in my mouth and lap under them with my tongue as Willie wiggles them getting spit between each one. Holding myself up with one hand on the floor, I hold his foot in my other hand and suck on his toes. Then, pulling his toes out of my mouth I lick up the top of his foot, then lift it by cupping the heel in my hand and lick the bottom, really getting into this submissive act, just like I got into with my real boyfriend Robby and, unbelievably, a crazy thought comes out of nowhere; it's that I want to do this for Ryan and I want to do it so badly to him I have to stop for a second and grab my cock. Naturally it's hard as stone, Willie says, "Don't you dare touch yourself and he reaches down to swat my head hard. I think he was going for my face, but missed. He says, "Forget the feet, get behind me and rim my asshole properly."
I hustle around on my knees. Willie knows by being stern I'll go even deeper into my submission and again I wonder how far I can go and how long would it take to come out of a submission that deep. Spreading Willie's buttocks I get my face in tight and start licking all up and down his ass crack and on the inside of each ass cheek, then just his asshole. Oh my god, I'm sucking on his ass, so into it I don't even hear Willie yell stop. He pulls away from me, my face covered in spit. I look up with a questioning look on my face and Willie slaps that look right off as my face; my hand goes to my burning cheek, and I have the crazy thought, 'Now three of my four cheeks are burning hot from discipline I deserve. Willie takes a deep breath calming himself as I stare at his cock. It's absurdly hard, looking longer then ever, he rubs my back, "You didn't deserve that slap, baby. You were so into pleasing your man you didn't hear me tell you to stop, did you?" I shake my head wondering how old I'll sound when I do speak, not that I have any intentions of speaking unless I'm told too. Willie gets a hold on each of my biceps, and says, "Come on you sweet thing, Willie loved your submissive tonguing and sucking of your man's privates parts, and my foot too. Did you like doing that?" I nod my head up and down real fast, like Ryan does when he really wants something; I really want Willie to believe me because I did love doing it. He hugs me, saying, "We're finally really making progress here, Dylan. Willie is proud of you," and he lifts my chin and kisses my lips. Willie rubs my head again hugging me with one arm as he asks, "You feeling real submissive to your man?" I say, "Oh yes, Willie," sounding preadolescent, and he smiles, saying, "Good boy, but could you please remember to be submissive at all times. I hate spanking you, it gives me horrible guilty feelings but I force myself to do it. Three spanking in one day? Baby, think of Willie's hand, it's sore and my arm aches, so please, just do what you're told and we'll have wonderful sex together and lots of fun too." He clucks his knuckle under my chin, asking, "Do you wanna have good sex with your man, Dylan?" Him treating me like a baby, bumping lightly under my chin, then holding his hand against the side of my face makes my body shudder, I'm thinking about nothing except Willie now, and how he's being so loving and nice, and not smacking my face or spanking me, so I nestle in against him, both my arms tight around him, and say, "Yes, Willie, you're my man and I want so much for you to fuck my pussy hard and squeeze my balls and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me." My eyes are on his face as it occurs to me I just asked to have my balls squeezed. Then my head clears a little because that thought made me realize there's a world out there, not just me and Willie, and strangely I thought for a second there, it was Ryan treating me so hard. Do I want it to be Ryan? Willie doesn't realize I popped out of much of my submissive trance. He says, "Oh, you remember me squeezing your nuts in Key West do you? And I guess you want it to be like that again, and since you're finally being Willie's good submissive boy, I'll give you pleasure and pain as you wish. You're pleasing me so much when you're like this, Dylan, and I'll fuck you good because you're being good." Funny how it sounds like so much bullshit when not in my submissive frame of mind, but it's weird how easilyI slip into it with Willie. This time I slipped out of it easily too, but why? It's odd that I don't remember feeling particularly turned-on sucking Willie's toes, but I was really into sucking Robby's. Of course I'm not always aware of everything when in a very submissive frame of mind. It's kind of crazy, but I again think it'd be hot to suck Ryan's little feet... haha. Guess he hasn't thought of that yet. He's a really hot little guy actually, so cute and those fucking little glasses, damn. Now I'm mostly out of my submission, but it's weird after Willie trains me to be a good submissive boy some of it sticks even after the trance leaves me. I'm not stupid, I know I'm a very willing submissive partner and I don't make excuses for it because I like it a lot; it's such a dreamy and safe feeling because it's like my dominant partner will take care of everything. I think I got that concept from Willie, but it sure seems true for me. Anyway, I make no apologies for my submissive nature with sex, and with Willie I'm kinda submissive to him all the time, but we have fun. Fuck the gifts, oh I like them, but I don't really care about presents from him one way or another. Not that I'm throwing the stuff away, mind you. Willie says, "Pay attention to me, Dylan," and I have no problem saying, "Sorry, yes Willie." Guess more than a little submissiveness sticks with me even after I've left my trance. Willie's an expert being dominate, fer sure.
Willie's got me turned around, rubbing my ass now and it burns because of the spankings. Then he's mumbling, "Well need to bring these buttocks of your's back to shiny red, but it shouldn't take too much. If you would start right off being Willie's good submissive boy, and I mean properly submissive, you won't need to have a red, shiny buttocks before Willie fucks you... so that's just a word for the wise." I'm not paying attention again because I think I know what brought be out of my submissive frame of mind, one that Willie's spanking put me in: It's that I thought of my other dominant sex partner, Ryan. I'm not sure why thinking of Ryan would bring me out of Willie's submissive induced condition, but it did. "Are you paying attention, Dylan?" I quickly go, "Yes, Willie!" He goes, "Well, assume the position," and I recall he said something about he needs to smack my stinging ass again. Wonder why? I should have paid attention, but I don't hesitate and I bend over with my hands on my knees again, pushing my ass up, and scrunching up my face waiting for yet another spanking. It's not a big one this time; five good swats on each butt cheek and then, with me still bending over like this, waiting for more smacks on my ass I feel Willie's cock head instead; it's spreading the lips of my anus. He says, "Do you love being fucked by me, Dylan." I guess I'm still a little more submissive then I thought, because I go, "I love when you fuck my pussy, Willie." He asks, "Do you love it more than anyone else fucking you? I ask that because I know others are fucking you. Hell, if they're not, they're brain dead, and I don't care as long as you always use a condom. You do use a condom when these random assholes get to you, don't you?" I go, "Oh yes, Willie, the best." As usual he doesn't really pay attention to what I say; he heard the 'yes', but not the rest. And it's not really like I'm avoiding a lie because I think I remember someone using a condom, oh yeah, it was Jesse. Willie says, "Ask me to fuck you hard, Dylan," and like the good submissive boy I am, I go, "Please, please, fuck me hard Willie," and he starts immediately, and quite quickly the spankings and lectures vacate my head because I love this and yes, I know I'm over sexed, but I don't give a shit because I love it! I love sucking boy's cocks and I love being fucked, and if I can't get fucked, then I'll do the fucking myself because that's good too. Not as good as this, but good. Boy on boy sex is the best sex there is, and ancients were aware of that way back in history too; I've read they did a lot of it and nobody minded, but modern morals decided boy on boy sex was wrong. Of court I mean consensual sex! Nobody thinks rapes a good idea, not even the ancients although I think they're were exceptions to the rule for some back then! But never mind that! Oh my god, Willie's really plowing that long cock up my smacked ass, grunting and breathing hard; we're both enjoying it, but in my mind it's strictly buddy sex, and this is a new thought for me where Willie's concerned. In Key West I thought, for a short period of time, that I was in love with Willie again, but no more. That crazy misconception doesn't enter my mind anymore, but now the sensations in my rectum are increasing and demanding all my attention and I let out my first, "Ooooh," and concentrate on appreciating the sensitive areas in my ass. Soon I'm writhing with sexual pleasure, my cock is rock hard, pushing out the front of my panties again as another climax builds in my pulsating balls. Willie shoves his cock up my ass and holds it firmly there; then he reaches under me and gives my balls a mighty squeeze. My head goes back and I bellow out a high pitched screech and he does it again holding the squeeze for a second or two this time and my screech is so high-pitched mostly only a hissing sound can be heard. He straightens up, smacks my ass and starts fucking me again. My cock has gone limp and there's a dizzy buzzing in my head for a minute before my brain again recognizes the hundreds of pleasure sensors tingling and giving me sexual pleasure. They're heightened because of the contrast of the pleasure in my ass and the pain in my balls; it's an enormous contrast. It'll take a little while to reach orgasm because I've been fucked often today; not enough to satisfy my out-of-control sex drive, but still awesomely frequent. The pain recedes; Willie really does knows how to fuck, he's moving his hips so that each drive up my ass is a tiny bit different then the one before.
Grunting louder now, Willie hunches over my back, his arms around my belly as he's humping me likes dogs fuck, and it's so awesome I tell myself I'm never giving Willie up; I'll put up with his nonsense just to get these fucks, oh my god, I want to scream it feels so good. Sweat drops from Willie's forehead onto my back as he gasps and moans and babbles something about the hottest pussy in the world. Guess he means mine and a spike of sexual pleasure in my balls tells me they're full, and a long moan of, "Ahhhhh, oooh," slips out of me as I buck my hips anxiously awaiting my impending orgasm. Willie's doing quick stabbing thrust of his cock and then a long groan of relief and pleasure from him as my ass is sloppy with more cum joining the remnants of previous climaxes deposited up there, and I hope for more tonight as I realize Willie's again fucked me into a state of constant arousal, needing to be fucked. I gag and squeal another incredibly embarrassing high-pitched squeal as cum jettisons from my cock drenching my panties once again. Another desperate hump of my hips almost pulls me off Willie's boner as more cum deliciously rolls up the shaft of my cock to drool into the messy cum loaded panties and then some more. It's a much bigger orgasm than I have a right to expect at this point. Willie's laying on my back, squeezing my body in his arms, his head sideways on my back just below the back of my head and, like earlier in the shower, I try keeping us upright as the after shock sensations shoot around my stomach getting the inside of my thighs tingling, almost painfully. A great fuck, but this is my forth one of the day and the sensations tend to reduce after the second one. Still awesome, but not as awesome as the first one or two. Willie straightens up muttering, "What a pussy you got here, Dylan; love it!" My ass lips quiver around Willie cock, then clench giving me chills and making my shoulders shudder as he withdraws. They're always shuddering, but it's reflex and automatically accompanying my sexy stimulations that are very hot with intense sexual pleasure. I stay in position with my mouth wide open now and my tongue way out. Willie mutters, "Good boy, suck my cock clean, boy," and I do, thinking, "Hmmm, something's missing. After the fact, maybe this isn't the best submissive sex I've ever had. When I've cleaned his cock, Willie pats my head, saying, "Okay, I've shaped your attitude up okay for now. You know to get your mouth open and your tongue out to accept your man's sloppy cock. Good! If I had two days with you I'd have you right back to the way you were in Key West. I'll get ya there, have no doubt about that, and further too. Willie's gonna train himself the most submissive boy you can imagine, baby, and you're gonna be that boy, ain't 'cha?" Swallowing the gunk from his cock, I say, "Yes, Willie," shocked to find myself still this submissive to him. I'm still bent over with my hands on my knees too. He rubs my head, muttering, "Yeah, you'll be chasing Willie around begging me to fuck ya before long." He drags the palm of his hand from my head, down the back of my neck and down to my ass. Gives me two hard slaps on the sorest butt cheeks I've ever had, and says, "You can stand up now, Dylan. You've learned your place, don't forget it either." Wow, it's shocking I'm still feeling incredibly docile and submissive to him. Could it be I thought this submissiveness is my normal state of mind? Is it possible I find myself being submissive to Willie all the time without needing to be put in this state? I mean, submissiveness is my new norma, everyday l state of mind. Is that possible? He gets his arm around my neck, saying, "Willie told you he's going to get tougher on you. I learned that from Devon and it's worked. I'll spank your ass raw if I need to. And you'll let me won't you?" His face is close to mine, I go, "Yes, Willie," which makes him laugh, then, "Okay you cute thing, lets get cleaned up and see what the gay club is like. And there's your surprise to consider as well."
to be continued... Donny Mumford thinkat20@yahoo.com