Chapter Thirteen
Larry's boyfriend, Willie Worthington, asked me if I'd like him to blow me. He was asking that in the way you might ask if someone would mind if you smoked. We had told each other we were gay, so I smiled at him, assuming this was some gay joke. He added, "I'd sure like to." Smiling, I didn't know what to say and began to blush. Yes, blushing is a stupid reaction, but I was unprepared for that. Willie was very earnest, saying, "You know you're much too cute for Carl. You're aware of that, right? You can do much, much better than Carl."
I gulped and said, "You'll have to forgive me, Willie, but I've only been gay for a couple of months, and I don't know how to talk gay yet, and I don't always get gay jokes or gay irony or whatever. Um, if you know what I mean." He put his arm around my waist, smiled this wonderful, sweet smile, and hugged me into his side, murmuring, "You're charmingly delightful. I hope you're not putting me on because I love the naive personality you have." He put his face close to mine and whispered, "Here's a secret. You're the cutest boy I've ever talked with, let alone hugged."
I gulped again and looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to us. Willie and I are at the back of the garage because I'd been walking toward a trash barrel to drop off my paper plate and root beer cup when he intercepted me. The party was mostly along the sideyard, and no one was looking this way. When he made that comment about me being the cutest boy he'd ever talked to, his face almost touched mine, and being that close to him, I smelled alcohol on his breath. His breath smelled like Chubby's had smelled when we drank vodka and lemonade last summer. I asked, "Have you been drinking, Willie?"
He told me sure he'd been drinking; everyone was drinking. There were two big bowls of adult punch and we went to the one near a table full of snacks. Willie filled two cups of cold, rum and vodka-spiked, red punch with a partially dissolved pint of raspberry sherbert floating in the big bowl. Taking a sip of that sweet concoction, Willie made a face and then asked again, "Would you like me to blow you, Dylan?"
I had this dumb, confused look on my face again, so Willie swallowed some of the spiked punch and mumbled, "Larry is okay with this if that's what you're worried about." I muttered, "Larry said that?" Willie finishes the cup of punch, smacks his lips, and goes, "Ahh, that's good! Um, yes, Larry and Carl are going to be giving it to you up the rear end later, but until then, they said it's okay for me to blow you," and he refills his cup with the spiked punch.
This can't be normal behavior for gays or straight guys! I'm not a sex toy, but I don't know how to react to Willie's insistence to blow me. Is he making fun of me or something? So, not knowing the right thing to say or do, I acted defensive, "Do you think I'm some kind of sex toy or slut that you and the other guys can use however you want?" Willie looked up from his cup and got very contrite, "NO! Oh, I'm sorry to upset you, Dylan. Hey, you can blow me if that's what you'd rather do, or we'll do nothing. I just thought you'd like it, but never mind. Sorry."
My recently formed hot temper over-reacted, so I apologized and said, "Ah, I'm new at this, but I recently learned that I like making out, so if you..." He smiled his cute smile with his nose crinkling at the bridge like a little kid and said, "It isn't an act, is it? You really are too innocent and cute to be real, except you are real. Sure, I like making out, and I can hardly wait to do it with you. Um, and I know where we can go, too."
He put his arm around the back of my waist and we started walking like that, with him steering me the way a guy walks with his girlfriend. It was very uncomfortable for me as I looked around, feeling self-conscious. I mean, two guys do not walk together like this. No way! Maybe this is what Larry meant about Willie acting really gay. We see Larry and Carl walking toward the bowl of punch, with Larry waving at us to come to them. Willie, his arm still around my waist, called to them, "Is it okay if we catch up with you guys in a few minutes?"
Willie was asking permission but was as relaxed as can be about it. Larry waved and yelled something that Willie ignored, mumbling, "C'mon, Dylan." We kept walking as Willie asked if I ever topped anyone, and I told him I hadn't and didn't have the urge to do that. I liked being a bottom. He said he much prefers topping, but Larry won't budge, so Willie is a bottom because any sex is better than none. He wanted to know if I was bisexual and had sex with girls. I said, "No, Willie. I had no sex at all until Carl mentored me and showed me the way."
He muttered, "Mentored you, huh? Is that what he called it?" Although we'd only known each other for ten minutes, we had an almost instant rapport, and I liked him from the start ,and that can only happen when the other guy is giving off obvious signals that he liked you right from the start, too.
Willie told me that the good spot he had in mind for our make-out was the pantry right inside the back door, next to the kitchen. It didn't sound like a very promising spot to me, but just as we approached the back door, we heard a shrill whistle that made Willie stop and turn his head, mumbling, "Shit. That's Larry's whistle," and Larry had walked halfway toward us and was now doing that 'come here' motion with his index finger, looking pissed.
Willie said, "He changed his mind, I guess. Balls! They want us for something," and he started jogging toward Larry, so I jogged after him. Larry waited there, and when we jogged up, he said, "Where did you think you two were going without permission?" Willie muttered, "Oh, we didn't know, um..." which made no sense.
Larry says, "You know better, Willie. I'll deal with you later. For now, the caterer just called everyone to get in line for the main buffet, which Carl said was the perfect time for you two nitwits to sneak up to his bedroom and wait for us. Get going, now..." and he smacked me on the ass, grinning at me, asking, "How you doing, Newman?"
I smiled at him and Willie took my hand and pulled me with him to the side entrance of the house. We encountered no one from there to Carl's bedroom. Gee, I hadn't been in Carl's bedroom for a while now, but it felt like a friendly, familiar place to me. I had mostly good memories here, and I felt squirmy thinking about my boyfriend, Carl. In my mind, we were boyfriends, anyway. He didn't want me saying we were boyfriends to anyone! I'm just a bottom boy to him.
Being in his room made me think about all the things Carl's done for me, and sure, I know he did most of it for his own reasons, but still, without Carl taking me under his wing, I'd still be a frustrated teen struggling with who I am. At least now I know I'm gay, and I know I really like being gay, too. Yeah, I feel close to Carl and I definitely owe him big time. The way I feel about Carl is nothing at all like my feelings for Chubby. I love Chubby more than anyone I've ever known. Yes, I love my Mom and Chubby's mom, Tris, too, but my love for my lifelong companion, Chubby, Jeffrey, Romero, is a deep, unconditional love. No, it's not sexual in nature... yet. So, I feel close to Carl in a special way, too, but a very different way than Chubby.
Yeah, Carl is my sex guru and mentor, and except for being overweight, he's hot, too. Willie was peeing in the little bathroom next to Carl's walk-in closet. I smiled, thinking how I'd cleaned up in that bathroom a couple of times after my boyfriend fucked me deliciously hard. Gee, it snuck up and surprised me that I was feeling good again. Fifteen minutes ago, I was bored and on my way out of this dull party. Then, It was a combination of meeting Willie and of being back in Carl's bedroom that got me in a great mood again. Just being here caused my dick to feel pleasantly firm. Haha, yes, I've got it bad for my mentor, Carl Denton.
Willie saunters out of the bathroom, drying his hands, and says, "Um, Dylan, I all of a sudden feel shy, just the two of us here in Carl's bedroom."I told him I felt a little awkward, too, but that maybe a kiss would help both of us. He grinned, showing his perfect white teeth. Almost everyone I know has almost perfect white teeth. Willie's teeth were so perfect he probably wore braces as a kid, as I did for two long years. As we wandered slowly toward one another, I asked him about the braces, and he said, "Sure. You did, too, right?" We were close now, and he reached out his hand, so it was an involuntary reaction for me to reach my hand out to him. When he held my hand a few minutes ago, it felt nice.
We squeezed each other's hand, smiling at one another as my other arm went around his neck, and his other arm was around my waist. We did the sweetest kiss on the lips, his bright brown eyes sparkling beautifully, and then our next kiss was a wet one. He let go of my hand and cupped the back of my head to hold me in place for sexy, sloppy kisses. He wasn't as talented at kissing as Larry, but neither was I. That being said, kissing Willie was much sexier to me. I already liked him more than I liked Larry. That taught me something important, but I didn't realize it until later.
Our bodies were pressed together, and our moaning was embarrassingly overdone, but we were aroused by one another. His lips, tongue, and all around inside his mouth were sexy as hell. The initial sweetened alcohol taste in our mouths from the spiked punch was replaced with natural saliva tastes after a few minutes of making out. My fingers ran through his hair as our crotches rubbed together. The smell, taste, and the feel of him were all magical. This is how I imagined it would be to make out with Chubby if only that could happen someday. Even though I'd only known Willie this short time, he became the first boy in my life that I wanted to climb inside. It was hard to get enough tastes of him, or to feel enough of his body, or smell his clean, boyish smell enough. None of those things applied when I made out with Larry and Carl. This was another new experience.
Willie and I had our faces side by side, covered in spit, catching our breath when Willie mumbled, "You get me so hot, Dylan; I can't believe how lucky I am to be making out with someone as cute as you." That's cool, but before I could revel in this new concept of being a sexy someone special to another guy, there was a quiet knock on the bedroom door. Willie and I looked at each other with questioning expressions, then heard, "Unlock the fucking door," and Willie did a last, fast kiss, then ran over to unlock the door.
Still panting, a hard dick in my pants, I watched Larry come into the room, saying, "Don't ever lock the fucking door again!" He swatted the back of Willie's head, adding, "Carl's tied up a little while longer, but I'll get us started." Then he noticed our flushed faces and quick breaths. Rolling his eyes, he said with a smirk. "Aren't you two the cutest things sneaking in a little hanky-panky while your 'top men' are busy, huh? It's time for some serious action, girls, so get undressed."
Larry was undoing his tie and pulling his shirt out as he spoke. His speech was slurred, so he'd been sampling that adult kicked-up punch a number of samplings. Willie and I both unbuttoned our shirt collars so we could take our ties off without untying them. Watching Willie quickly undress made me undress faster. Now I was anxious to see Willie's penis. I liked everything else about him, and I wasn't obvious about it, but I liked his penis, too! It was long but not especially fat. He had a nice-looking cock with big balls and a regular pubic patch, except his pubes were light brown like his hair, not almost black like most guys' pubes.
Willie had some interest in me, too, and when he saw my shaved pubes, he said, "Cool!" as he pulled his socks off. When completely naked, he was an absolutely delicious-looking young man. Larry was naked by now, too, and he had a super taut body. He's rustling up a condom and some lube from the cabinet under Carl's bathroom sink. I was staring mostly at Willie. He's very slim, so there wasn't much body definition, but still, he has a very attractive, smooth, mostly hairless body.
Larry handed Willie a bath towel and nodded toward Carl's bed. He then took my short bangs between his index finger and thumb, using them to pull my head to his level, and said, "Open up, kid." The hair-pulling hurt, but I did what he said while smothering a cry of pain. Larry's mouth initially tasted like that sweet spiked punch as he kissed me and then licked my face, some of his long hair sticking to my cheek and some inside my mouth, but I didn't mind. Willie had gotten me aroused, and Larry was a guy, and I'm gay, so...
His tongue was in my mouth; I had both arms around his neck as he told me to do last time. My semi-boner became a full-blown boner pretty fast. Larry is a world-class gay make-out artist. The funny thing is, even though I got sexually aroused and hotter with Larry, I still liked making out with Willie better. Larry's make-out didn't last long. He pulled his mouth away from my lips and, talking close to my face, said, "Suck me off a bit, kid." Still new to this level of stimulation, I was in sort of a trance, nodding at Larry's order as he snapped at Willie, "What are you staring at, Willie? Get that towel laid out on the bed, and then you get your pussy in position; you know the drill."
I dropped down on my knees and sucked Larry's cock, another nice penis, almost as long as Willie's, a little under seven inches. Unusual, but enticing as all get out! I put Larry's cock in my mouth. Willie, with his long, flaccid penis swinging slightly, arranges the towel over the edge of the mattress. When it was just right, he bent over and leaned on the bed with his forearms and forehead, his ass sticking up in the air and his legs slightly spread and bent at the knees. Probably bending his knees because he's a few inches taller than Larry, and so am I.
Obviously, the towel was to catch Willie's and my cum when we shot off our loads getting fucked by our 'tops.' The towel was half on the top of the mattress where Willie rested his head, and the rest of the towel hung down the side of the mattress about cock level. This must be how they fuck in their dorm room. I only sucked Larry's dick for two minutes, and he got hard fast. Wheezing a little, Larry ordered me, "Now, get over there next to Willie. Get right up against him."
I snuggled against Willie and duplicated his posture with my forearms on the bed and my head resting on them, my ass held up, ready to be mounted. I peeked at Willie, who was peeking at me, and we smiled. I had the sense we'd known one another for years. I can't get over how cute he is. Cute in an unusual way as he was unorthodox-looking, very different from anyone I know, but in a cute way. His crinkly nose when he grins, the little freckles across his nose, those bright, brown eyes, and his super white teeth. Willie took hold of my hand and held it, making another cute face at me, like he was telling me something, but what?
With his condom on and all lubed up, Larry pushed a lubed finger up Willie's asshole, pulled it out, and then pushed his cock in. I was looking back, seeing Larry's seven inches of hard boner disappearing up inside Willie, who cried out quietly and held my hand tightly. His face was squished up with the pain from the fat boner abruptly penetrating his anus, and his forehead pushed hard against his arms while he made some sounds of discomfort. Larry leaned over and smacked the back of Willie's head hard, hissing, "Quiet; we're in Carl's bedroom, for Christ's sake, not our dorm room." Willie yipped quietly at the head smack and kept future noises very low.
I'm fascinated watching Larry pull almost all seven inches out and then roughly shoved it right back up inside Willie, who was busy with the effort of forcing lots of air out between his teeth, sounding like steam escaping a valve. Willie was still hurting; he moved his forehead against mine, and it was hot and sweaty, and his hand was crushing my right hand. Larry withdrew his cock and humped the entire seven inches smoothly right back up into Willie's rectum, Willie going, "Ahh!" and rising onto his toes. My eyes were the size of saucers as my dick got hard, anticipating that seven-inch boner up my ass. Full seven-inch humping proceeded steadily now, and after a half dozen or so, Willie's face began to relax, and his grip on my hand was just holding my hand loosely as the pain was replaced by the pleasure coming off the nerve endings around his anus and especially of his prostate gland.
He took a long exhale and opened his eyes to look into mine. Now, he had a little smile on his lips, and I smiled encouragingly back at him. His pretty, light-brown hair stuck to the perspiration on his forehead, and he looked like a young teen. I really liked this boy. He had something special that I couldn't put my finger on. There was a subtle "Smack, smack, smack" sound as Larry fucked Willie steadily, his groin smacking against Willie's buttocks, and after a bit, Larry grunted out, "I've become quite fond of your boy-pussy, Willie."
Willie looked at me and raised his eyebrows like he was proud of Larry's compliment. The pain and discomfort were forgotten now, and I watched as that long penis of Larry's grew harder and a little bit longer. That was a fine, full-blown, adult boner on Larry. God, I want him fucking me. Willie let out a moan of pleasure, as I was getting harder from watching Larry humping Willie's boy-pussy. I've given up complaining about our tops calling our assholes that. Making a low grunt each time his head rocked forward on the mattress from the strong thrust of Larry's penetrations, Willie is into a mantra of, "Uh, uh, uh, uh," and then a desperate-sounding, "I'm going to cum..."
Larry pulls his boner all the way out with Willie doing a low, "Oh nooo..." and gets a hard slap on his ass from Larry and then, "Shhh. Keep it down." Willie yipped again when his bare ass was smacked, but the yip was done so quietly I could barely hear it, while the loudest thing coming from here was the ass smack.
I'm still looking back, seeing Larry's cock sticking straight out of his thick bush, bigger than ever. It bobbed heavily, the condom shiny with lubrication and ass-tunnel juices from Willie's hole. Larry's face was flushed, but his eyes were bright, and there was a tiny grin on his lips. He side-steps casually over and grabs hold of my hips. I feel the slimy, slippery condom-covered boner against my buttocks, then the sloppy head against my asshole. I held my breath for just a second, and then the bright lights go on in my head as the pain flashes with each inch of cock forced up my ass, all seven inches of it. Now I'm gripping Willie's hand and doing everything I can to keep from getting smacked for crying out in pain.
Larry is relentless with his fucking technique, though, so I don't expect any mercy. He'll be treating me just like I witnessed him treating Willie. And, just like Willie, I survived through the rough part to feel the pleasure part. I'd had my own boner before Larry forced his cock up my ass, but it went down with the onslaught of pain from that initial penetration. My soft cock wasn't going to be soft for long, though. The thought of having Larry's slippery boner up my ass right after it had been up Willie's ass started my dick tightening up fast. Then Larry really got into a rhythm of thrusting with a hand on each of my shoulders, pulling me roughly back into each thrust. It was a hot, fabulous fucking, and my boner was back up to one hundred percent bone-hard in no time, now aching from being so hard.
My head was jerking around on the towel with my eyes looking into Willie's eyes which were very big and shiny, watching me getting fucked. Willie would lick around his lips with each drive of Larry's seven-inch boner thrust up my boy-pussy, the accompanying "Smack" sound of his crotch smacking into my buttocks punctuated each hump. He had a lot of energy, and I was in ecstasy for three or four minutes, beginning to feel my nuts tighten up, and I loved that feeling of getting ready to climax; then the bedroom door opened, and Carl said, "Ain't that a picture!".
Larry slowed his fucking and I wanted to yell, "No, please don't stop!" I was one minute from blowing a hard load of spunk, a climax I desperately wanted to experience. But instead, all I could do was whimper with pleasure while Willie wiped my forehead with his hand and smiled, showing me that sweet manner he has as he whispered, "Doesn't Larry fuck good?" I nodded, smiling back at him, wanting to make out with him some more.
Carl got out of his clothes quickly, Larry muttering, "We're so freaking lucky, Carl. These are two fine boys we got here simply love being fucked." Carl says, "Yeah, but they're lucky to have us too. Move over one spot, dude." I almost squealed when Larry pulled his boner out of me, but Carl was about to drive his shorter cock back inside me, so I waited anxiously for that. Carl fucks me good! He casually played with his cock, looking at Willie, who had his ass back up in the air, ready to be fucked some more, so I did that, too, although Carl wasn't ready to fuck me yet.
Larry's big, hard cock, dripping with mixed ass juices and body-heated runny lube went right back up inside Willie, all seven inches disappearing inside Wilie's pussy with him making that steam engine sound again through his teeth. Carl looked away from them, grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me up. I eagerly gave him a big, sloppy kiss, my arms going around his neck as I murmured, "Carl, you're my..." and his tongue went in my mouth. Precum dripped from my cock as Carl sucked on my tongue. He pulled my arm down and wrapped me in his arms; my body sunk in some rolls of fat, my arms trapped against my sides, as he licked and kissed my face and mouth. Stopping for just a second to lick and chuckle at the still sizable, hard, red bump of a hickey. Squeezing me, he sucked on the hickey until he got it sticking up taller and stinging like made, and then he went back to our make-out.
My fat boyfriend is strong, and each time I'm with him he seems to be more confident in how he wants to handle me. He isn't asking me if anything is okay anymore. He is deciding what's okay, and I'm fine with it. I'm a huge fan of Carl Denton, and I'm worried my dripping precum will get on him and piss him off. I can't do anything about that, though. I'm getting claustrophobia within his arms and fat. After a rather short but very hot make-out, he told me, "Get on your knees, Dylan. You need to suck my cock and get me hard for your pussy."
Omigod, the relief of being free of claustrophobia was instantaneous, but I wanted him to do it all over again. I could feel how much he desired me and that's what I want; the hell with a little claustrophobia! The thing that fascinates me more than any other thing I've ever known is how, a few weeks ago, I thought I'd throw up if Carl kissed me, and now I love him hugging me and making out with me.
He's tough and rough with me, which I need. Carl held me behind my neck with one hand and, with the other, roughly rubbed up my forehead with the palm of his hand, flattening my hair, mumbling, "I need to give you another haircut before l go on vacation, and then one as soon as I get back. You need a summer haircut, so I'll give you a boy's burr haircut with whitewall sides." Biting my lip, thinking what I'll say to tell Chubby, who has been giving me haircuts since we were twelve. Well, we're not twelve anymore, and he's getting his hair butchered by that animal, Rickie. Carl is an excellent barber, so I say, "Thanks, Carl."
He mumbles, "We've only got about five minutes, Dylan. They'll be looking for me at the party." I got around on my knees real fast and turned Carl's semi-limp cock into a boner in less than a minute, sucking and stroking it like mad, rubbing my nose in his stiff pubic hair while he rubbed my head, murmuring, "Enjoy yourself, Newman. You've got a thing for me, don'cha?' I sure do! His cock has the best head of any cock I've seen. Very bulbous and great to suck. Yeah, I really liked sucking Carl's cock, and I got an almost instant boner doing it. He's right, I got a thing for my man Carl, fat or not, I got a thing for him!
Carl muttered, "That's good enough, get over there next to Worthington. As I was getting up Carl smacked my ass real hard, just like Larry did to Willie. I hopped, yipping quietly, just like Willie. I guess us 'bottoms' need a smack on our ass once in a while to keep us in our places. Stroking my boner, I hustled over and leaned on the towel beside Willie.
I think the head on Carl's boner is the major reason he fucks me so good. His penis is shorter than mine, but that tulip shaped head is not only great to suck on, but it feels fantastic plowing up my ass. I've got to give Carl props for predicting a lot of things about me that have happened just like he said they would, including that I'd have a thing for him, and like sucking his cock and, yes, like making out with him,too. He's right, about all of it, plus I admire how he handles himself, and the way he handles me. What a great mentor he is, and now I look up to him, and I'm proud to be his bottom boy.
Thinking about those things, I leaned sideways against Willie, touching from our torsos, the sides of our buttocks, and all the way down our thighs. He looks at me grinning and Omigod, it's a thrill getting fucked beside someone as special as Willie; a wonderful shared experience. Willie took my hand again and we held hands as Larry resumed methodically fucking Willie. Soon, Willie's eyes glazed over as he squirmed in sexual pleasure from the deep, rhythmic fucking he's getting.
While Carl lubed his boner, indicating he was doing me bareback again, I snuck a peek back at Larry, watching him using all of those seven inches of boner to plow Willie's ass, serious force behind each thrust. Willie would push his ass back toward Larry when the cock was going in, and then he moaned quietly as it was coming out. Larry's eyes closed lightly, sweat on his forehead, his tongue slowly licking his lips, and, all the time there was that hypnotic, ballet-like thrusting of his hips. It was so cool to watch.
Then I felt the head of Carl's boner at the entrance of my asshole, and my smile turned into a grimace when Carl humped his fat hips hard and pile-drove that great head of his cock past my sphincter ring and pushed it all the way up till his crotch was flat against my hairless ass, me grunting, "Ooo," Carl pulled back his boner and slammed it back up inside me and then again and again, each thrust harder than the one before it. Another half dozen harder and harder thrusts, Carl breathing noisily now, his fat boner was very tightly and smoothly going in and out of my rectum, every thrust setting off pleasure vibrations from a million-nerve ending and me groveling with pleasure sensations.
It the throes of ecstasy, I'm imitating Willie and pushing backward in my eagerness to have Carl's boner going further up inside me. It didn't take much to loosen me up after the fucking Larry had given my ass ten minutes ago, and Carl's big cock head had me sputtering with saliva all over my chin, holding Willie's hand, my face against Willie's as I moaned, "Carl, oh, ooh, oooh! Carl..." I hate that I do this kind of embarrassing crying out, when he's fucking me, it just happens on its own. Carl, of course, loves hearing my pathetic moans of pleasure.
Feeling cocky, knowing how much he's come to mean to me, Carl shows off to Larry by pulling his cock almost all the way out of my ass for a few seconds to give my ass a spanking with the palm of his hand that left my buttocks red and stinging as he said to Larry, "Newman here accepts a spanking because I can do whatever I want to him. Isn't that right, Newman?"
Oh, fuck, I almost shot off my load at how dominant that was and how hot and sexy it was. I croak out, "Yes, Carl," sounding like a timid dork, but I'm in over my head and don't know any better. At the same time, in ecstasy again, I chuckle at my submissiveness to him, Carl, but it makes everything more sexual. The spanking and fucking have me moaning, whining, and crying out, "Ahh, ahh, Carl, it feels so good, umm..." my head going from side to side on the towel, trying to absorb all the sexual pleasure in the world.
Willie is first to blow, gasping he goes, "Ohh, God," as cum spurts out of that long thin cock of his, then a fat stream of cum follows as Willie shakes, muttering, "Ohhh," again, his hips humping on their own. The sounds and sights and smell of it all jerks me out of my pleasure coma, my nuts are hard round stones against my belly when Carl moved his big fat thighs on the outside of my legs, wraps his arms around my chest at my nipples and pulls me up against his fat stomach and chest and, like the make-out earlier, my arms are pinned to my sides. I'm docile as a ragdoll inside all that fat, so safe, so taken care of, and so sexually excited by Carl's dominant constant fast hip movement which smoothly generated four to five inches of continual cock humping back and forth in my hole. "Ahh, ahh, Carl.." With his strong left hand, he moved my head to the side so he could get to my hickey and suck on it as I moaned like a girl in heat, with Carl fucking me steadily.
This is the best sexual arousal state I've been in so far in my life and it made me recognize that I'm damn lucky to be Carl's boy. My voice is weird as I let out, "Eeeeeeee!" Cum pumping up from my stone nuts at the speed of light, flashing out my petrified-wood boner, burning my piss slit, but it was the greatest climax in history. Carl was lightly biting the hickey on my neck, then he stopped, groaned, "Ahhh," and climaxed with cum gushing inside me, drooling out around his boner and running down the inside of both my thighs as fast as he shot it up there. That awesome cummy, squishy, slippery feeling of being filled up with a boy's sperm and the sloppy sounds it makes as he keeps thrusting his cock in my ass has me squirming at a million sexual pleasure sensations from head to toe.
This was a lightning and thunder climax for me. It was the kind of climax I'd read about, and it made me want to snuggle into Carl's fat body deeper, even as my climax was winding down. I nuzzled the back of my head against his shoulder and sighed contentedly, forgetting that Willie and Larry were in the room. For a minute, it was Carl and me alone in the universe, and he completely owned me.
Then the world returned, and I heard, "Holy shit, that was hot," from Carl, the words catching between each gasping inhale. "Whoa! Dylan, that's going to have to be it for today, I gotta join my graduation party, but this has been real, dude." I'm like, "No, Carl, don't go yet." That sounded like a whine even to me, but I'd just had the best sexual experience of my inexperienced life so far. I quickly turned around, facing him, and hugged him, clinging to him to stay, my arms not quite reaching all the way around his body.
Willie's breathing deeply but almost normally, grinning at me as Larry said, "Didn't I tell you, Carl? That kid is yours for as long as you want him, or until you use him up. You really broke him, right? Goddamn, you're good!" Larry was getting dressed, and the sound of his voice brought me back to reality. Carl had a hand on each of my arms, prying them from around his body, chuckling before saying to Larry, "Yeah, he's come around pretty good. He still needs some reinforced encouragement, if you get my drift."
Larry finished tying his tie, saying, "Yeah, discipline, but he'll take what you're putting out. It'll be fun. That's always a good time. Willie actually likes his discipline now. I mean, except when it's necessary for me to take it up a notch."
What?
To be continued...
