Chapter Fourteen
My head cleared, and it became apparent that I was acting like a dink, whining, hanging on, and begging Carl like a teenage girl having her first crush. I felt like a complete fool as I sheepishly looked over at Willie, who had his boxer shorts and pants on, holding his shirt, looking at me with a confused expression.
Jeez, I blushed like crazy and muttered, "I'm sorry for acting like a dorky cunt, but I'm new to this, and everything is happening so awesomely, it got me overly excited. I know I can't keep using the fact I'm new to this as an excuse for my immature, girlish behavior, so I'll get better." Then I see Carl coming out of the half bath and mutter, "Sorry, Carl." Shrugging like it's no big deal, he said, "You're fine as you are, Dylan. I shouldn't tease you and get you all worked up. Hey, come here," I go over, and he hugs me, whispering in my ear, "Try not to talk so much. Just keep your thoughts between you and me. We'll talk about this when you come over tomorrow for your haircut. But call first, okay?"
Nodding, I feel my dick getting hard; Carl's so lovely to me. I'm lucky to have him as my mentor. I cling to him, and mumble, "Thank you, Carl. Oh, God, I feel like everything will be great when I'm with you." He gooses my butt cheek, muttering, "Yeah, yeah, that's enough. Do what I told you, and stop talking so much."
I'm not sure if he's mad at me or what after his last remark. I look at Larry, who puts his cell phone away and asks, "What's going on?" Carl mutters, "I haven't told them yet," and he grabs Willie's and my necks, pulling our heads together, "Listen up, you two! Larry and I plan on inviting you two girls to the summer house in Maine for a weekend or two this summer. How does that sound to you?" Willie and I are smiling because that sounds so cool. The mention of discipline a few minutes ago puzzled me, but I feel honored that Carl would invite me to vacation with him, and with Willie there, too, it'll be fabulous.
Carl let's go of us. Willie was ecstatic, asking Larry, "Is Carl breaking our balls, or are is it true?" Larry said, "Bro, we're roommates, you and I. Carl is my cousin, and he's joining us at prep school next year; we're family; of course, it's true. We're inviting you and Carl's bottom boy to Maine," and he looked at me, mumbling, "And he ain't family, but Dylan's Carl's boy so he can come, too."
I nod because I want to be included. I casually take a step to him, and lean against Carl, who absently puts an arm around me as he says, "But both of you will be disciplined if you're bad. Right, Larry?" He says, "Yeah, spankings will be handed out for laughs if we can't come up with a real reason for spanking you two, heh-heh. Christ, I ordered a fabulous spanking paddle online, but nothing to worry about because you'll be good girls, won't you?" He chuckles as I marvel how these three don't give a second thought about going to private schools, summer homes in Maine, BMW cars that Larry drives, or big, catered graduation parties like Carl's, and buying spanking paddles. There isn't anything special about that stuff to them. To me, I'm wide-eyed about all of it. I'll willingly take a couple of spankings to be included.
I was looking forward to the spectacular sex with my boyfriend, Carl, for sure, but the other stuff was also new and thrilling to me. A motor boat, a house on the ocean with a private beach... come on! Willie smiles at me, "I'll drive if that's okay with you." I nod, "Thanks, I thought we'd take a Greyhound bus or something." They laugh, thinking I was joking, so I chuckle, too. I was, of course, serious about the bus, but Willie's driving and that's much better!
By the time we were over the excitement of the Maine vacation news, everyone had gotten dressed but me. I was still standing there with Carl's cum running down my legs. Carl gave me a look, "Why aren't you dressed." I grabbed my underpants and put them on my cum-wet ass as Carl went on, saying, "Okay, you two numbnuts can get something to eat and drink, but do not hang around Larry and me the rest of the day. We're all in the closet as gay lads, and we want to keep our sexual play between us. You two can hang out, but not with us."
Willie and I nod that we understand. Carl looked at me, saying, "And what are you doing, Newman? Jesus Christ, before you put on anything else, get your ass in the bathroom and clean yourself up. For Christ's sake, are you ten years old?" I said, "Oh, right, clean up. Sorry. Right away, Carl," and I did that. When I exited the bathroom, Willie was sitting in Carl's desk chair doing something on the computer. He looked up and said, "That's so cool, a weekend in Maine with the top guys."
I murmur, "I can hardly believe how great my life has been since Carl took me under his wing and is mentoring me. Can you believe I resisted him at first?" "You didn't know any better, but he said you were a quick learner.
We talked for a while. If I had been alone in the bedroom, I would have gotten in Carl's bed naked and rolled around in those same sheets he'd slept in. That's how hot the thought of him gets me now. Yeah, after rolling around in his sheets, I'd jerked myself off thinking about how unbelievably sexy it is when he's fucking me. When I think it's not possible to reach a higher level of sexual satisfaction, Carl proves me wrong and takes me there.
Recently, I've learned, through experiencing it, how flexible my perspective is. For example, the way I perceive Chubby now is so much different than it was two months ago, and the same can be said for how I see Carl. Sure, he's overweight, but to me, he is one stud gay boy that I admire and look up to, and I'm proud he made me his boy and mentored me. After all he's done in guiding me and helping me learn my gay nature, why wouldn't I think he's the greatest? I guess Larry has helped me, too, teaching me how to make out with another boy. That's wicked hot, too.
Those types of gay thoughts made me think of my hickey, and when I touched it poking out the side of my neck all red and shiny, it started burning again. Willie grinned, saying, "Earth to Dylan, what are you thinking?" I shake my head, "Oh, I spaced out. Um, did you notice the hickey Carl gave me? It had gone down some, but he got it redder and more swollen by licking, sucking, and biting it today. I'll probably have it all summer."
Willie, still grinning, mumbles, "You'll have it all summer for sure if that's what Carl wants. Can I help you with anything, Dylan?" I was putting a bunch of toilet paper in my jockey shorts to soak up cum drool. Embarrassed about that, I muttered, "No thanks, I'm good." Then, done with the toilet paper. I asked, "Do you ever take it bareback? You know, without a condom?" He shook his head, "No, I never have, and the only guys who have ever fucked me are my boyfriend, Larry, and his cousin, Carl. And always with a condom."
Sexually satisfied and finally dressed, I follow my new friend, Willie Worthington, down the back stairs, out the front door, and around the opposite side of the house from where the party is happening. We eventually ended up where we'd started when we met. Willie says, "Let's get a plate of food, Dylan," and we did that. Our neckties were pulled loosely away from our necks, but other than that, we still looked respectable. That mattered because Carl might see me, and he expected me to look good as his boy, and I wanted to look good, too. Oh hell, I tightened the knot of my tie. Why take a chance of disrespecting Carl's wishes? The Marine taught me to respect my betters.
Willie and I ate on the back steps, away from the main party. The band played slow selections, but the crowd was still noisier than ever; many had been drinking spiked punch or beers all afternoon. Since we were told not to bother Carl or Larry, neither Willie nor I knew anyone out there that we wanted to hook up with, so we stayed by ourselves, out of the way.
In great detail, we went over how our tops had fucked us earlier, and we both agreed it was the hottest thing ever to be fucked together like that. Willie liked to describe his different feelings, and then he drifted into how he was wicked proud to be Larry's bottom. He said he knew Larry wasn't the cutest boy at Prep school, but he was very much a central part of the 'in' crowd, and it was fun to ride his coattails around campus. Plus, nobody messed with Willie because he was Larry's boy. Also, I learned it wasn't all that unusual for certain confident types to have their 'boy' at Sommerville Prep, although neither was gay. It was tradition, is what they tried to tell themselves.
He liked to talk, and, partially because of that youthful voice, it was pleasant listening to him. Also, I wanted to look at his face, and I tried to get him to smile because his crinkly-nose-little-boy smile was adorable. I don't think he has a clue how cute he is. He thought it was a thrill to be with someone as pretty as me. Ha! He should look in the mirror more. I finished the last of my dinner plate, and it had been delicious. I had sliced honey ham, baked beans, potato salad, coleslaw, barbecue chicken, and a slice of watermelon. Both Willie and I could eat a lot despite being skinny- slim. After eating, Willie became more introspective, and instead of talking non-stop, he could be reticent for minutes at a time.
When he scraped his plate clean, I took both out empty paper plates to the trash barrel and dumped them, then came back and sat on the step beside Willie again. We were both quiet, listening to the music, until Willie looked away and quietly said, "I almost shot my load when Larry pushed his cock back up my ass that last time. It was because he'd just had it up your boy-pussy, Dylan."
I could see the color rising on his face, so I turned my head, pretending to look at something in the trees. I was self-conscious about how he built me up to be special. I mumble, "Yeah, me too.' Willie said, "You make me hot just sitting next to me. Did anybody ever tell you that before?" I blew some air out and told him, "No, I don't believe anyone ever has," he said, "Oh."
He liked touching me when sitting, standing, or walking, and I liked it, too. I'm attracted to the mysterious, uniquely likable character that Willie projected. I couldn't focus on what made me feel close to him, which was weird since I hardly knew him. Willie casually put his arm around the back of my waist, like he did before, then pulled me into him gently and then just sat there, leaving his arm like that. It was so different. I looked sideways at him, and he turned to look at me, squeezing my waist tighter, leaned over, and kissed me, leaving behind a drop of barbecue sauce from the corner of his lips. I licked it into my mouth, and then we went back to just sitting there with him holding me around my waist without talking.
After a while, I put my arm around his waist, too, and got a shy smile as my reward. He said, "Ya think we might get together sometime, Dylan? I won't see Larry until that weekend they promised us in Maine." I said, "Sure, Willie, I'd like to. Where do you live?"
He lives in Weston, the wealthiest town in Massachusetts or close to it. Weston was about ten miles from Framingham, where I live. Willie just finished his sophomore year and was a little younger than me, but not a whole year. He'll be eighteen a few months after I turn eighteen. It was a quirky thing about his private school insisting students start a year later unless they were six years old before September 1. Willie missed it by one day. His birthday was September 2.
Willie's father is a franchise owner of four Dunkin' Donuts locations, so they're rich, but not because of the franchises. Willie's grandfather's father, his great-grandfather, made a fortune in oil, and they've been rich ever since. I told him about the Dunkin' store Chubby and I went to, asking if his dad owned that one. Willie shrugged and said, "Who knows? I don't talk to my father."
Willie and his father aren't best friends, to put it mildly, and his mother is rarely at home. She liked to travel. "See the world," Willie said wistfully. He didn't have much of a home life, but he was away at boarding school most of the time anyway. Willie told me that he and Larry had been roommates for both years at Prep school. He also told me that their current relationship was one where he, Willie, more or less idolized Larry. Willie said that he hadn't been sure if he was gay until he met his new roommate, Larry, that first day of his Freshman year.
Eventually, Larry assured Willie that he was gay and rather forcefully insisted Willie suck his cock; then, a week later, Larry began fucking him regularly. Willie claims it's the best thing anyone's ever done for him. It was so special that Larry went out of his way to show interest in him. He was appreciative of how Larry took an interest in helping him know his sexuality. That was what Carl had done for me, too. Maybe Willie and I subconsciously had been looking for someone to take an interest in us. Perhaps I'd been pouting a little because Chubby had made other friends at just the right time for Carl to become a significant factor in my life. Willie appears to have been waiting for someone to take him under their wing for a long time since his parents didn't appear interested in doing any parenting.
We got up, and with Willie's arm still around my waist, he led me to the punch bowl, and I got another spiked punch for each of us. We carried them back to our steps and talked some more. By now, I didn't care who saw us walking with his arm around me. Drinking spiked punch, he told me that Larry could be strict sometimes, but Willie appreciated that Larry cared about him enough to take the trouble to discipline him. Surprisingly, Willie wasn't embarrassed describing how Larry would spank him, "But only when I deserved it, Dylan. Larry's doing it for my sake, not his."
Later, Willie told me Larry smacks him across his face occasionally, too, but only when Willie won't listen. "Like when I'm being stubborn, nagging, or something. Because of the discipline, I'm getting better with that." Jeez, I guess I got off easy with Larry and Carl. There were a couple of smacks on my ass, but that's all. It seems gay bottom boys like Willie and me need to expect some discipline from our 'top' guys. I raised my hand into Willie's longish hair at the back of his head, which was silky, making me think of how Chubby's hair felt before it was mostly all cut off by Ricky. I asked Willie why prep school boys had seventies-style haircuts, and he said they mostly didn't. He had one because Larry wanted him to.
I played with his hair and had to admit it was sexy having long hair. Considering what Willie told me about his top and discipline helped me understand the Marine better. I guess it's not so unusual that he was emphasizing the importance of me respecting the dominant person in our gay relationship. It's more or less routine in relationships like ours, but I had no idea that was so at the time. Now I know why I got that spanking. It's apparently a gay relationship thing. There's a lot to learn about being in a gay relationship. Good thing I have Carl to help me through it, And now Larry and Willie, too.
Letting go of Willie's hair, I said, "Jesus, Willie, gay relationships are complicated, not knowing how I'm supposed to behave at different times. I'm learning as I go along." Willie said, "Oh, you'll do fine, Dylan. Just be sure to do what you're told. Our 'tops' care about us. They're not sadistic bastards the way some dominant gay guys at school can be. We're lucky." I nodded, and then Willie added, "You are much too cute for Carl, like I told you earlier, but he fucks you good, and Larry told me Carl broke you into his way of thinking the right way. But, between you and me, you can do way better if you want to."
Willie told me these things in a heartfelt way, and I had to keep that in mind, or else some of the things he said would make me guffaw in his cute face. In any case, this was a lot to think about. From my point of view, hot gay sex makes all this other stuff you have to go through worth the effort; that's number one. Number two is my understanding that if not for Carl, I wouldn't have experienced any of the hot, sexy climaxes I've had, and I wouldn't have met Willie, who I know I'm going to be good friends with. The catch-22 point is If I wanted to convince myself I wasn't gay, never giving it a chance, I'd have led a lie of a life without knowing it. What?
So, this is just another reason for me to be grateful that Carl took me under his mentoring wing and another reason for me to do as Willie said, which was, "Listen to Carl and do what you're told, or in Maine, your backside will be pretty sore, but you can rest assured he'll do his duty with you even if it's not fun." I believe the spanking stuff is greatly exaggerated. My smirking face indicated that, so Willie nodded and reinforced his comments, "After this party, you'll be Carl's project, and that's maybe when you'll get disciplined as Larry did for me. I know my place now, so there's less need for spanking me. I'm not hoping you get it as bad as I did, but just giving you a heads-up about what might happen."
Heh-heh, bullshit. I think he would like to see me get it now that he's past that stage with Larry. I didn't mention to Willie that I knew how much a spanking can sting. When a Marine spanked you, you know it, but I won't tell Willie about that. I wasn't connecting with Willie on this topic, so I'll drop it, but I'm going to check this shit out on Google later.
We'd finished our drinks, and Willie handed me his empty cup. I dumped the cups in the trash, then sat beside him again, and his arm came around me as he asked, "When can we get together, Dylan? You and I could be a cute couple. I have all the experience, so I'll be your dominant top." He says everything so sincerely I had to laugh, then say, "Sure, Willie. That will be so much freaking fun. You can spank me and then fuck me?" We laughed at that, but later, I wondered if he was joking.
I know I can be naive about gay stuff, but Willie seems naive about things, too. I don't get the confident experience sense from Willie that I always feel when I'm with Carl. Willie seems to believe the only possible gay relationship has to be dominant/submissive. I'm not confident enough to challenge Willie on that assumption, so I drop it. We get another spiked drink, and I think I'm getting drunk. We've been sitting there for quite a long time, and I'm getting nervous about still being at the party after Carl told us not to hang around too long after eating.
When I suggested leaving, Willie didn't want me to go. "Please, don't go, Dylan, I got such a fucking crush on you it hurts my nuts. Make out with me again." That was a tempting offer, so we slipped around to the far side of the house, and he got his arms around my neck, whispering in my ear, "Make me cum in my pants, Dylan. After that, you can go."
The way he phrased that made me pause for a second. That sounded as if I was not allowed to leave until he shot off in his pants. Then he says, "Oh my God, I never thought there'd ever be a boy like you in my life." It was funny how he said something in a demanding way and followed it up, saying something that sounded humble. I said, "Making you cum in your pants might be something Larry can do, but I'm just learning how to make out." Willie goes, "What are you talking about? You're a great make-out buddy!"
Willie took my hand and led me to the same pantry he was taking me to when we got called to be fucked by our tops, Larry and Carl. He seems very honest with his emotions, and he's complimentary of me, making me feel special. In the pantry, there was no awkwardness or hesitation from Willie. He began kissing and licking, his kisses becoming more and more passionate kiss to kiss, and it was wonderful but overwhelming at the same time. His making out was much more intense than earlier; there was much more sexual heat than earlier, too.
He'd concentrate on sucking my lips, one at a time; his lips sucked my lip away from my teeth in a kind of sloppy, sexy kissing that got my dick hard. Then he'd cover my mouth with his lips and lap my tongue with his, over and over until I was moaning and hugging him so tightly our crotches were flattened against one another. His arms around my neck held my head where he wanted it so he could change from one kiss to another, all the time making erotic sounds of pleasure in his throat. It hypnotized me to some degree. My balls were hard marbles against my belly as we ground our dicks together. I was going to cum, and I wanted to cum, but Willie broke away and whispered, "I almost passed out, Dylan. I forgot to breathe. You are so wonderful I could kiss with you for a week," and then he nuzzled his chin against mine, then licked and kissed my neck, sending chills all over my body.
While he was doing that, we heard a loud, "Hey, you two!'' Our heads were swiveling around, looking for who had discovered us, but there was no one in sight. "Fuck, let's walk out front, Dylan. We have been busted." As we left the pantry, I asked, "How could anyone see us? There are no windows in that pantry."
We're outside looking around, but Willie doesn't seem concerned whether we are busted or not. He held my hand, chatting away about getting my cell phone number and putting it on his phone. By the time we were done with that, my dick was back to its usual floppy self. Willie stands very close to me. That's another odd thing he does. I mean, no one stands six inches in front of you when you're just talking. Willie does, though, and I told him that he smelled good and that I hated leaving, but I didn't want Carl to get mad at me for staying too long. This didn't go over very well with Willie.
Willie put his phone away and nagged me to return to the party for one last cup of spiked punch, but I insisted I had to get home. He finally shrugged and made a face, then said, "Oh, alright. I know I'm nagging, and I'm sorry about that." I couldn't help myself; he was so close to me that I ran my fingers through his clean, longish, silky hair again and grinned at him. I had such a good time with Willie I didn't want to leave either, but I was going to anyway.
Then Willie slapped his hand against his hip and said, "Fuck, Dylan. Oh, no! I just remembered I won't be able to get together with you until probably after we go to Maine. I'm off to Las Angeles to spend time with my grandparents on Friday. It's a good time out there, but after meeting you, I wish I wasn't going." He looked so dejected, I patted his shoulder and said, "Oh fuck, I'm disappointed, too." At the same time, I'm thinking about how he just got out of boarding school for the summer, and his parents are sending him to California. That sucks!
Willie said, "Three weeks seems like a long time not to see you," and before I could say anything more, he wrapped his arms around my neck and we made out for a few more minutes right in front of Carl's house. Willie didn't seem to give a shit about anything. My dick was back up to hard by the time Willie was reluctantly done, "Bye, Dylan. You are so hot! I'm so glad we met." I said a quick goodbye, and he jogged back around to the side of the house where the main party was going on. His eyes were teary. During my walk home, I had to smile because Willie returned to the party after Carl had explicitly instructed him not to do that. Looks like Willie's in for another spanking. That made me laugh briefly and then I stopped, thinking... that's not funny.
Back home, a little sweaty from the walk, I went into the bathroom to wash up in my empty house. The moms had left for their restaurant jobs, and Chubby wouldn't be home from work for another twenty minutes. I got a drink of Kool-Aid and then figured I better take a quick shower to scrub Carl's dried cum off my ass and off the inside of my legs. I got a boner while doing that just from thinking about him fucking me. Oh boy, it is hot getting fucked, especially hot getting fucked right next to Willie, who was in the process of getting his boy-pussy plowed, too.
I've decided I'm going to brown-nose Carl by calling my ass a boy-pussy whenever I'm around him. I want to show him that I'm on board with him about everything. Chubby was late getting home from work, and he was a little cranky too. More and more, he's like that when he first gets home from the job. I think it's wearing him down. That's hard work for a grown man, never mind little Chubby. I'll ask Robby to double-check to make sure there isn't a job with his parents this summer for Chubby. As we ate dinner, I told him about the party, except for the all the sex parts and everything I did with Willie. I didn't even mention Willie as a matter of fact.
Chubby said, "That party sounded boring. How did you manage to stay there for hours?"
That's a good question, considering that I left out every fun, sexy thing that happened. What should I say?
To be continued...
