Chapter Eleven
Larry was on the toilet, calling out, "Hey, you, what's your name?" I turned, and he said, "Yeah, you. You stay naked so I can see your hot body. That's it; take your shorts off and get us Cokes. Carl and I want to look at that hot body of yours. Go ahead, kid... drop the shorts."
I looked from Larry on the toilet to Carl playing with himself. Carl looked up and said, "What? Oh yeah, can you take off the shorts, Dylan? You know, Larry's in charge, so..." Larry said, "That's right, kid. What Carl said applies to you, too. Not just him; I'm totally in charge of you."
Dropping my shorts, I don't say anything, and then, upstairs, I wonder why he calls me kid. I'm older than him. Ah, fuck it! Larry's okay, a little obnoxious, but he kisses good and fucks great. It's been a fantastic afternoon so far. Gay sex in the afternoon is way cool. Then I thought there was no way Chubby and that dink Ricky were doing anything nearly this hot! I got us three sixteen-ounce Cokes and some pretzels. I put it all on a tray and carried it downstairs. Larry and Carl took a Coke and a handful of pretzels without a word of thanks. Rude bastards.
Larry asked Carl, between gulps of Coke and mouthfuls of pretzels, "How are you going to do him?" Carl said, "I'd like to do him on his back with his legs on my shoulder. You know, because I'd like to watch him giving you head while I fuck him." Larry mumbles, "We really should have a bed for that. I'll want to be kneeling over him with his head between my thighs. I'm definitely deep-throating him." Carl enthusiastically says, "Well, I definitely want to watch that, cousin."
They never included me in any of their conversations about what they would do with me and, you know what? I don't care. I need to hold back a smile, though; their acting so seriously struck me as funny. I hope I never take myself as seriously as these two seem to take themselves. Still, they're great for gay playtime, and I'm looking forward to whatever they decide. I'm new to this, and I find it enthralling. I never thought about sex as a thrilling thing, but I'm finding it to be more thrilling than anything I've ever done.
They're not treating me as an equal, but hell, I'm still a novice, and as a rookie, I know my place, and I've got no problem with it. It's not as if these guys are dangerous or anything. I could probably kick their asses if I had to. Um, well, Larry's for sure! He looked over at me then, and for a second, I wondered: did I say that out loud?
No, I didn't. He said, "We need a bed, Art." I told him my name again, and he shrugged; then I told him, "The sofa you're sitting on opens into a double bed. It's a pullout bed for when we have company." Larry gets up and says, "Get up, Carl." Then, when Carl groans, getting his fat ass up, Larry says to me, "Show me." Taking off the cushions, I pulled on the loop in the front, and the lower section pulled out to a full-size bed. It even had a fitted sheet on the mattress part. "Way to come through, Don!" Larry said, and then goosed my bare ass. Those two have put on their shorts, but I'm still naked, and I feel completely comfortable with that.
Carl flops on the bed as if he's six years old, which causes Larry to raise his voice, "For Christ's sake, Carl, don't break the fucking thing before we get a chance to use it." I can't get used to Larry bossing Carl around. I was used to Carl being the authority figure, and he still will be when Larry goes home, but for now, it's weird to see Carl do what he's told. Of course, I do what I'm told. That goes without saying.
Larry looks at me, saying, "Clean up these Coke bottles and take the pretzel bowl back to the kitchen. Then I want to make out with you again." I grin, "Really? You want to make out again. Awesome, Larry!" I collect the empty bottles and carry them and the bowl to the kitchen. When I get back down to the rec room, Carl and Larry are naked, and I guess we're ready to go. I want to make out with him again, so I'm excited.
He motioned for me to come to him. Purposely not looking at Larry's face, I came right over, and he pulled me down onto the bed with Larry under me. He immediately rolled me over so he was on top, and while grinding his crotch into mine and holding my head between his hands, we repeated our first hot make-out. My face was surrounded by Larry's long, silky, dark brown, nice-smelling, clean hair. I thought I was going to cum before he was done with me. Larry, huffing and puffing, at one point, had to lie on me with his face beside mine and catch his breath. As with our first make-out, we had so much spit and wet hair all over our faces that you'd think we were in a spitting contest, assuming there is such a thing. However, his saliva wasn't as fresh or clean tasting after the Coke and pretzels.
Larry's mouth and tongue were so talented for making out, though, that I almost forgot about his looks. Still, I kept my eyes closed to be on the safe side and just marveled at how excellent it is to kiss another boy. That revelation might be the most surprising of all the surprising things I've been experiencing over the past few months. Carl finally muttered, "Fuck, I'm so hot watching you two. Can't I join in somehow, Larry? Let me have a turn with him."
Lifting his face, Larry said, "What am I, the scout leader here, Carl? If you want to make out with him, arrange it with him. Anyway, we've got to get this fucking show going. Look at the time." Carl was like, "Holy shit! Where did the time go?" They had to be home for dinner soon, but there was still time to fuck. Carl situated me on my back in the middle of the mattress, him on his knees, between my legs. He picked up my legs and rested them on his shoulders, one on each side.
He had a condom packet in one hand and was stroking his already firm-looking cock in his other hand. He said, "Scoot closer to me so your pussy is looking at me." I did that, but I'm getting tired of the pussy references, so I complained. "Don't call my ass a pussy, or maybe you'll need to actually go find a pussy to fuck." Carl chuckled and said, "Shut up," but said it in a friendly way. I got a shiver because it's like Carl and I are boyfriends now. My first one!
Carl didn't roll the condom on. He muttered, "The three of us are clean," and without warning, he drove his bare boner all the way up my ass, his groin squishing my buttocks, his cock way up inside me. He held me in place by holding the back of my legs tightly to his chest. I rolled my head, scrunching my face with the pain, almost blowing my load simultaneously because his naked boner was inside me. I murmured, "My boyfriend," but fortunately, Carl was letting out a noisy breath that was loud like a cough and didn't hear my embarrassing, girlie boyfriend cry.
Unconcerned about my girlie moans of arousal, Carl pulled back his big, hard cock and pushed it way back up there again, then did it again, grunting, "Feels good." I was squirming on the mattress as he did it twice more. My eyes were shut tightly, but I refused to cry out, although it was still painful. Painful but the sexiest I've ever felt, too.
In a hoarse voice, Larry said, "Yeah, Carl, do him. Hump him hard!" Carl didn't need any encouragement, though. He fucks me hard all the time. He was working his boner in and out of my rectum much easier now, and as always, it began to feel so good it's hard to describe. There's something about Carl's penis that matches something in my asshole because he hits all the hot spots, all the sensitive nerve endings inside me. He gets me moaning in ecstasy, licking my lips, and stroking myself to match his thrusting.
Carefully lifting one knee over my chest, Larry sits, straddling my head, his back to Carl. He's almost sitting on my forehead with his semi-hard penis lying on my face. He moved his penis over my face, and it got hard quickly. Carl was grunting with the effort of fucking me deep and fast as Larry put his hand under my neck and lifted it as his other hand pushed down on my forehead, getting my neck in an uncomfortable backward position with my mouth wide open. Larry casually pushed his boner down my throat, his dark pubic hair all around my face, some up my nose, a lot in my mouth. He moans, "Oh, fuck, that feels good!"
Well, so much for teaching me how to do it. I was already doing it with my Marine, anyway. Larry patted my cheek, mumbling, "Keep the teeth covered, kid," and he started fucking my mouth and throat. It went in easier in this position than when the Marine deep-throated me, and Larry's boner isn't as big around. Still, deep-throating is very uncomfortable for me, but being fucked at both ends is a hot sensual overload of significant proportions, and I reached for my boner to stroke myself off. Carl batted my hand away, saying, "No, don't touch yourself unless Larry okays it. Your dick belongs to him now." Larry grins, "That's right, kid. I'll be texting you when I need a quick blowjob."
How absurd, but it's gay play, so I take my hand away and concentrate on how incredibly wonderful it feels getting fucked by Carl. Closing my eyes, I float in ecstasy, and then my throat gets filled with Larry's cock again, and I gag as Larry moans, "Ahh, ummm, I'm going to cum." He splashed a big, creamy cum shot in my throat, helping his boner slide up and back down my throat three times before pulling out, looking pale, mumbling, "Holy shit, that was intense!" His eyes close, and his head goes back as he breathes deeply. He then lifts his leg over me and gets off me, mumbling, "You were right, cousin; he's a good time."
Compliments! Ha, anyway, I'm experienced enough by now to avoid sucking cum into my sinuses, which is an enormous improvement in my cock sucking technique. Tasting Larry's cum and feeling Carl's deep thrusting up my ass was perfection, but not for long. My climax button has been punched, and it builds and builds until I screech out, "Aaaaiii," and blow another arching string of cum, explosions going off in my balls, me shaking like a leaf, as the cum splashes down on my right knee. Carl makes a gasping sound and humps hard into my rectum, blowing cum into my bowels. All three of us were sweating and chests heaving, but what a great time!
Carl steps back, and my legs drop to the mattress as he pulls on his cock, saying, "This three-way shit is HOT!" He was breathing wheezing breaths, his hard cock pulling out of my hole. He's not done, though. He gruffly told me to turn over onto my belly. When I did that, he spread my legs out wide and went right back up inside me, then he was on my back, and I was engulfed in this huge fat body, his arms against my arms, each of his hands holding one of my wrists pulling them against my shoulders, the point of his chin at the crown or my head. I was feeling a little panicky and squirmed under him as hard as I could, but he thrusts his boner wildly, aroused mightily, humping my ass with quick, five-inch thrust for thirty seconds which got me under control, and I relaxed. Carl said, "Push your ass up," and I did. He murmured, "Good, keep it there," and fucked me hard.
He knows how to hit my pleasure spots, and soon I was embarrassing myself, moaning out, "Ahh Carl, Carl, ohhh, right there, oh, oh, oh, yeah, Carl." Larry was back out of the power room cleaning up, and he'd heard my embarrassing begging to Carl and muttered, "You the man, Carl. You got yourself a little fuck boy there any time you want." I couldn't disagree with him at that moment, but I was humiliated. Still, my asshole felt so good I had to force myself to stop that humiliating moaning and sucking up to Carl. Then I began feeling Carl's hard nuts against my buttocks and knew he was getting closer to blowing another load. His nuts felt like two oversized steel ball bearings bumping into my ass cheeks.
Using his knees, he spread my legs more. He had no problem doing that because I'm docile and very accommodating by now to my dominant top. I'm limp all over except for my penis, which was very hard for the third time this afternoon. Carl let go of one of my wrists and pushed my head to the side so he could get at the side of my neck to suck and lick one spot while continuing to fuck me. I've never been more aroused or docile, completely under Carl's control and loving every second of it. He was giving me a hickey, and I know why. It was so I'll know my ass belongs to him and not Larry, and I am agreeable to anything he wants now.
Cael had talked to me about the submissive/dominant sexual roles because of my encounters with the Marine, and now, ironically, I found myself in the most submissive frame of mind I've ever felt, and it wasn't to the Marine like I was afraid would happen. It was my mentor who taught me about those roles in the first place. He taught me, and now he's showing me, and it was surreal in the most positive way imaginable plus the sexual satisfaction was off the charts for me.
While doing the hickey, Carl slowed down his thrusting to a very slow, teasing speed, getting me whining again, "Carl, ah, ah, fuck me harder..." Moving my head never entered my mind; it was where Carl wanted it. My whining with arousal got Carl to take pity on me and give me a little of what I wanted by thrusting deeper and faster for a little bit. The hickey process was hypnotizing, and combined with a hard cock stimulating every sensitive spot in my rectum, I didn't want it to stop. Carl has stamina but was starting to grunt at the effort of hickey-making and humping me steadily, so he'd go very slow again. The pleasure sensations were all over me, and I was hoping he would keep this up until I had one more climax this afternoon.
Carl had reached his limit, though. He stopped the hickey building to do one last spurt of frenzied thrusting, and, short of breath, he let out a quiet squealing sound as he was climaxing into my bowels. I felt the gush of cum inside me, and it quickly was drooling down around his boner to run down my ass cheeks. Feeling his cum up inside my body and his vast presents on my back made me squeal like a girl and shoot a splash of cum on the mattress and my belly.
It felt so excellent I wanted to do it again, to feel myself climaxing again. Carl was damp with perspiration, but he didn't stink. His body had a neutral odor, nothing unpleasant about it. But now, after climaxing, there was simply too much of him as he humped me for about a minute, squishing in his cum. When he pulled out, a long string of cum followed his boner, and the string broke off his cock to splat on my left butt cheek, then drooled down it. Now I wanted his weight off me, and through lots of heavy breathing from Carl and me, Larry said, "Hot, hot, hot, Carl. That reminded me of that TV show, Nature. A lion mounts the female, and after a tussle, he gets her totally docile, just like you did to the kid, and that hickey was like the lion biting the back of the female's neck."
Carl appeared to enjoy the comparison and enthusiastically answered, "Yeah, that's cool, Larry. I know what you mean. And with Dylan here, it took me only a couple of fucks to get control of him, and now he follows me around, begging me to fuck him. Don't you, Dylan?" He'd rolled off my back and was lying beside me as I muttered, "Pretty much, yeah, Carl. I mean, you know, you're my mentor and dominant boyfriend, and..." He's not listening; he's telling Larry, "Every time he'd start to squirm, all I had to do was fuck him hard a couple of times, and he'd get limp and real docile for me, like that lion cunt thing you were talking about."
My thoughts consisted of basically two things: Why is Larry supposed to be in charge when most of the time he's idolizing Carl for fucking me so well, and why don't these guys ever bring me into the conversation. These two fleeting thoughts are not especially important ones. Carl's moving me around again. He's got his arm under my neck and his other hand behind my head, saying, "Put your head back further; I want to get at that hickey some more."
Weirdly, I didn't consider not doing it. I did what he said, and he went to town sucking on the hickey he'd started earlier. It quickly started to itch and burn, and I whined, "Please, Carl, that's burning." He covered my mouth tightly with his hand and sucked on my hickey for another three minutes as I squirmed and groaned, trying to get free. Larry was washing up in the power room. Trying to squirm away from Carl was futile, and he smacked my ass, "Stop it!" Without consciously thinking to do it, I got docile again. Carl didn't bother even to comment about that to Larry, apparently not thinking it noteworthy that I immediately did what he said.
Checking his work a few times and then going back down on that raw bump on my neck, he finally pulled away, looked at his work, and laughed out loud, calling to his cousin, "Look at this thing, Larry!" When Larry came out of the bathroom, they both marveled at the size of the hickey. It was burning and sore, but I kept my head to the side so Larry could see it. He mumbled, "Holy shit, Carl! Don't try that shit on me." Carl countered, "If I wanted to do one on you, I probably would, Larry. I don't want to, though, so you've got nothing to worry about." Larry muttered, "Thank God..."
There was no love lost between those two. They were simply recreational sex buddies, but I think Carl and I are more than that. I want to please him, so I'm still in the position Carl put me in, and he casually licked across my hickey a few more times, mumbling to himself, "That's a beauty," and then he brushed the hair back from my forehead with the palm of his hand and said, "Open your lips a little."
Except for the stinging hickey, I was mesmerized and sexually happy with Carl, in a beautiful frame of mind with growing feelings for my mentor, and didn't hesitate to open my lips, knowing Carl wanted to make out the way Larry had earlier. Omigod, I didn't want to even think about making out with Carl when I first went to his house. The thought made me gag back then, but now I'm glad he wants to make out with me because I want to, too.
What followed was a very sloppy, wet, totally overwhelming make-out, as if we were lovers. That's what it felt like, us clinging to one another, our faces wet with saliva, and our cocks once again hard as two stones. We are NOT lovers, but like the hickey building, Carl's making out became spellbinding and mesmerizing for me. I melded into Carl's enthusiastic making out, eventually losing myself in who I was making out with. Larry's making out was purely sexual, and this one had a lot of that quality as well, and that's the part I concentrated on. Carl probably interpreted my participation as proof that I was so enamored with him that I'd do whatever he wanted. He might even go so far as to think I'm in love with or lust for him or something along those lines, and I don't know if he's right about that.
I am enthralled with the sex we have. And, as I've thought before, I'd like to see what Carl looks like after he loses those seventy-five pounds that he claims he will be losing this summer. He's good-looking now but too fat to be a sexy hunk. Losing the weight, though, he'd be a hot boyfriend!
After two minutes, he did the unimaginable. Using his strength, he put me in position on my back and spread my legs, and pushed his cock up inside me all the way again. I thought he was all done, but no! I was a little sore back there, but the good feeling of being filled up by Carl overrode the soreness, and it was a very fast, urgent fuck because Carl was super-hot and aroused from the make out. He fucked me hard and actually had another cum spurt of a climax while I was on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist. He continued thrusting, gasping, and a little out of control, but I never came near another climax. His last climax that drooled out of my asshole was watery cum that ran out of me as fast as it was shot inside me.
I'm seventeen going on eighteen and have had almost zero sex until recently, so I was like a kid in a candy shop here. To say it all felt good is a huge understatement. Carl and Larry have been fucking for years, and so it wasn't as big a deal to them, especially Larry. Carl got excited because he liked me and maybe more than that. Twenty minutes after they left my house, I was still lying around in a happy fog with Carl's cum dried on my buttocks and the back of my legs. The hickey is stinging under a giant Band-Aid, but I don't mind. My ass was sore, too, but I can't remember a day when I felt better. I like being the submissive bottom, who guys fuck, and deep throat.
Then, my cell phone rings, and Carl asks how I'm doing. Wow! My boyfriend is checking up to see that I'm okay. I told him, "I'm awesome, Carl. Um, can I see you later?" He chuckled and said he was busy later but invited me to his graduation party on Monday afternoon. Chubby will be working, and I can skip my running on Monday. Tom, the Marine, might not even be there. And if he was, it might be good to stand him up for once, like he stood me up yesterday. I said, "Thanks, Carl. I'd love to be there."
Before he got the window washing job, Chubby and I were always together... always! That meant I didn't make other close friends, but now I've met Robby Dickers, his brother, Dodger, Carl, and Larry. I'm feeling popular for the first time in my life. Before now, I had never thought about being popular. Now I do, and I know three guys who like fucking and deep-throating me, which is another way of being popular.
Before he abruptly ended the call, Carl told me what time to be at the party and not to cover his hickey, then he added, "And it is my hickey!" I grinned, mumbling, "And I'm your bottom boy, right?" He muttered, "Don't say embarrassing shit like that when anybody is around." Then, he clicked off the call. His hickey? What does that mean, anyway? Oh, wait. He said I wasn't to cover his hickey. How'd he know I'd already put a big Band-Aid over it? Fuck!
That's okay. Carl, Larry, and I will be the only ones who know whose hickey it is, and maybe some people will think I'm a stud and a girl did the hickey, as unlikely as that is to ever happen for real.
Feeling dreamy from that sexy afternoon, I lazily put the area rug, the fitted sheet, and the little guest towel into the washing machine and got that running. Then, I filled the tub in the bathroom and took a nice long bath. My ass was tender but getting better by the minute, much like the last time Carl fucked me a couple of times. His big cock can put a hurting on a guy's rectum, but it's worth a little discomfort. That's the advice Carl gave me just before he fucked me for the first time. Damn good advice, too!
In the bathtub, with water up to my neck, ruining all my good thoughts about the day, I started feeling depressed. Goddammit, I got depressed after the last time I had sexual activity that might be considered over the top by most people. I guess I think it was over the top, too, not just with Carl and Larry, but also with the Marine.
It's so fantastic when I'm doing it, and I think Carl is awesome, but now, an hour later, I think it was wrong. What's up with that? I don't know who decides what is enough, or not enough, or too much recreational sex. Why does something that feels so good, that feels so right, all of a sudden feel wrong? Rational thinking doesn't give me an answer, and I know I will do it again, probably sooner rather than later.
There is always something to ponder in this life! I've been in the tub for quite a while, not figuring out any answers to my pondering, when I hear someone come in the front door. It's too early for Chubby, and Mom's working till midnight. I was quiet in the tub, hoping they would take whatever they wanted and stay out of the bathroom if it was a break-in. In about two minutes, the front door closed again. What the fuck? Why don't I ever lock the fucking door?
I get out of the tub, wrap a towel around me, and peek out the bathroom door. With wet feet, I pad over to look out the front window just in time to see that fucker Ricky's SUV pull around the corner. It's a creepy feeling thinking that prick was just in my house. Did he take something? Then, there it was, Chubby's unmistakable printing on a sheet of computer paper. He has the most perfect penmanship ever. I picked it up and read,
HI DYLAN.
LUV YOU, BRO! DON'T GET MAD, BUT MR. ORTIZ GAVE US WINDOW WASHER BOYS THE LAST TWO HOURS OFF TODAY SO RICKY COULD TAKE US ALL, AS MR. ORTIZ GUESTS TO THE FRANKLIN CARNIVAL. TONIGHT'S THE LAST NIGHT, AND I COULDN'T BE THE ONLY GUY WHO DIDN'T GO. WE'RE A TEAM. AND YES, I TRIED TO GET RICKY TO INCLUDE YOU, BUT HE'S HATING ON YOU BECAUSE, YOU KNOW, THAT TIME.
WE'LL BE GETTING BACK REAL LATE, SO RICKY INSISTED I SLEEP WITH HIM. I MEAN, YOU KNOW, AT HIS HOUSE TONIGHT. I PROMISE TO SPEND EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY WITH YOU TOMORROW. I PROMISE!
CHUB
Holding his note, I felt sick to my stomach. It was a hot, sexy afternoon; I started feeling depressed, and now this. I feel so alone. Why does Chubby have to do stuff with that piece of shit, Ricky?
To be continued...
