Chapter Nineteen
Repeating what I asked, Willie mutters, "Something to eat?" looking at me as if I just stepped off a spaceship. I shrug, "I was just wondering." Squinting at me, he said, "I never know when you're kidding. We'll eat later; I have a better idea. Just stand there while I undress your hot body."
It was fun having a boy undress me. I mean, sexy, too, and certainly a first for me. In two minutes, I was standing here stark naked with Willie lightly rubbing his hands all over my body. He was still fully clothed in dress pants, a long-sleeved button-down shirt, and a tie. His lips were tightly together, and he concentrated, scrutinizing me from my toes to the top of my head. He got a towel from the bathroom and laid it on his bed like Larry did on Carl's bed.
He took off his tie, saying, "Go ahead, Dylan, lie your chest on the towel the way we did at Carl's, and get your boy-pussy pushed up for me to mount." Yes, this is a better idea than getting something to eat. I was so anxious to get fucked, I couldn't do what he said fast enough. That will encourage Willie to act like Larry, and that's okay with me. Meanwhile, Willie's so aroused he was barely able to croak out the words, "Get that pussy up higher."
My ass was up enough, so l glanced back at him, seeing he was naked but looking pale. His long dick was stiff, bouncing there in front of him with every little move he made. He ran his hands across my ass cheeks a few times, then spread them, murmuring, "Great buns." I looked over my shoulder again, and the sight of his boner made me swallow hard. Getting fucked by that boner makes it worth the trouble of Willie's goofiness undressing me and him acting like Larry. It's been over three whole weeks now since I felt a boy's boner inside me, and I've missed that feeling.
Willie, however, didn't oblige me. Instead, he sat on the bed beside me, gasping little breaths in and out and gulping for air like a guppy. It scared me, and I hopped up to sit beside him. Putting my arm across his shoulders, I asked, "What's wrong, Willie? Do you have asthma or something?" I was worried because he couldn't breathe without gasping and didn't look too good. He shook his head a few times, held up his index finger for me to wait a second, and then gasped, "I'm dangerously overstimulated or something, Dylan. You're too attractive and sexy-hot for me. I've been dreaming about you. Actual dreams, and now you're here in my bedroom. I need a minute to calm down."
Man, that is so sweet. In the few hours I've spent with Willie, this is the second or third time I've wanted to hug and reassure him that everything is alright; he seems so vulnerable. Hugging him is what I did, and with my arms around him, his head dropped to my shoulder, and I said, "It's fine, Willie. Just relax awhile. We've got all afternoon." He hugged me back, and we swayed slightly on the bed. He murmured, "Lay back with me, Dylan." We lay back on the bed, our feet still on the floor. He was breathing regularly now, and after two minutes or so, my arm underneath him started to go numb with those pins and needles, so I had to pull it out and massage it.
Willie sat up, so I did too, and he mumbled, "Thanks for being so understanding, Dylan. Jesus, you're wicked nice, ya know? I'm okay now; can we start over?" He looked fine, so I nodded and mumbled, "By all means. I'm anxious for you to do this." He smiled, and I stood facing the bed, then bent over with my forearms resting on the towel and my forehead on my forearms. Willie snapped out, "Get that boy-pussy up more." I muttered, "Really?" then snickered, pushing my ass up another half inch. Then Willie stopped imitating Larry and asked, "Dylan, is it okay with you if we don't use condoms with each other? Carl said the four of us had only been fucking each other and no one else, so..."
I told him that is what Carl does. So, yes, it was okay by me, but he needs to use them with anybody else, or we'd need to use them ourselves. He mumbles, "I agree," and then he imitates his boyfriend, Larry, by smacking my head, saying, "Quiet!". Damn, I almost lost it and blurted out a laugh. After the smack, he gave me a few half-hearted smacks on my ass and then got hold of my hips with both hands. Oh boy, I could hear his wheezing breathing again, sounding close to hyperventilating. He backed away two steps. I looked over my shoulder to see him trying to make himself calm down, but his dick remained a long pole, slippery with lube, hard and swaying slightly in front of him, so I remained optimistic.
Not long, maybe twenty seconds, he appeared under control again, and I felt his tight grip on my hips. A deep inhale by Willie, and then the head of his cock poked my asshole. I have been fantasizing about being fucked by Willie ever since Carl's party, and this was now getting very exciting for me! Then, bright lights went on in my head as Willie imitated Larry and Carl's technique of pushing their hard pole way up inside my boy pussy, and I bit into the purple sheets to muffle my scream at the pain in my rectum.
I did not expect Willie's boner to hurt this much because it looked thinner than the other three boners I'd felt in my hole. Three? I forgot the Marine stuck the fat head of his engorged boner into my ass for a few seconds. So, I'm messing up the premise of Carl's that we don't need condoms because the four of us are exclusively the only penises involved. Don't panic because the Marine just stuck the head of his boner in me and pulled it out. He didn't shoot off.
The thought about the Marine ran past my brain in a millisecond, and then my brain was again occupied dealing with Willie, who made the sound Carl made when penetrating Willie's and my boy pussies. The blowing of lots of air through his slightly parted teeth, like steam leaking out of a valve. Willie pushed his boner all the way up inside me, his crotch against my buttocks, and he humped there, gasping and asking, "Are you okay, baby?" Goddammit, I don't like being called that!
Still, I'm dealing with pain and pleasure simultaneously, so I mutter, "Yes," and he withdrew about seven inches of boner, waited for a three count, and then forced all seven-plus inches up inside me, and I let out a groan of pain. I told him I was okay, though, so when I groaned, Willie smacked the back of my head again. Once more, he pulled his boner almost out, then drove it back in, and gasped, "Oooooh," and in a frenzy, he thrusts in and out of me a dozen times before settling into a steady rhythmic fucking. I felt a fine spit spray on my back from that steam valve sound he was making, but I didn't care because the nerve endings in my rectum were alive with bright music and pleasure so deep I couldn't even describe it.
I was cooing pleasure sounds myself now. Willie fucking me was by far the best fucking I've had, and I can't say why. Maybe because I like him best, even more than Carl. With Carl, it's more respect and appreciation for all he's done for me. With Willie, it's affection and a feeling of camaraderie. All three boners, Carl's, Larry's, and Willie's, have felt fantastic, but Carl's big fat cock head is the best, although I like Willie fucking me the best for the reasons I said. Strange to realize that I have no desire to fuck anybody. I always want to be the one taking it up my ass.
That evaluation of boners that have been inside my body took another millisecond to flash past my consciousness, and I'm back stifling, embarrassing moans of the pleasure I'm feeling from Willie and his boner. As has always happened for me thus far, the pain soon makes way for indescribably excellent pleasure in my rectum. Vibrating pleasure around my groin, and all those sensations radiating outwards to the top of my head and down to my toes. These awesome indescribable sensations I've only experienced being fucked, and almost all the greatness comes off my prostate gland, the best pleasure-producing gland in the human body. Incredible sensations from the nerve endings around the anus, too, but nothing can match the prostate.
Willie continued thrusting his hips, pushing his great-looking hard-as-wood boner back and forth in my ass, and I reached that point where I was biting my lip in concentration, trying to keep myself from climaxing because, God almighty, this felt good! I wanted this fucking, and the feeling of just being on the verge of climaxing, to go on and on and on...
Both of us were gasping for breath now. I glance back at Willie, who has his eyes closed, his lips parted, his cute face flushed, and he looks as if he were experiencing ecstasy. Man, that boner of his looked so long pulling out and pushing in. My dick was almost as hard as Willie's, dripping precum and throbbing. It had been so tricky keeping myself from stroking my boner, but I've managed to hold off because spontaneous climaxing has become my favorite kind.
I reached a point where I knew Willie's faster, shorter thrusting meant he was right on the edge of blowing his load, and that thought pushed me over the edge, and cum exploded from my cock's pee slit. The sensation was so intense that initially, all I could do was hold my breath; my cheeks puffed out, my face bright red, and I almost passed out. Then, I began to blow out a lungful of air, with an "Eeeeee," sound wheezing from my throat. Willie humped into my buttocks and filled my rectum, my bowels with his young teen spunk. I felt the extra wetness immediately and shuddered in pleasure so hard I smeared my cum from the towel on the front of both legs, thinking, 'Did I piss myself?' I was disoriented in a state of ecstasy.
After some quiet moans and another shudder, it occurred to me that cum was drooling from my asshole and down my buttocks. It felt messy, but it was the most beautiful feeling knowing Willie and I had this sex together. Because it was Willie, my orgasm after-glow was so much nicer, radiating out from my groin to all parts of my body and causing goosebumps. It was the best climax after-effects I've experienced so far in my new sexual adventures. I'm learning that having sex with someone you relate to, same age and same, um, same status. Willie and I have the shared experiences of being Carl's and Larry's boys getting fucked side by side. I can't explain it...
Willie pulled his softening dick out of me and, in a quiet, husky voice, said, "We'll cuddle on my bed now, Dylan." I nodded, "Okay," and Willie patted my ass, murmuring, "You did good. That was the most intense feeling I've ever had doing anything with anybody." I mumbled, "Me too," and scurried to lie on his bed. Willie muttered, "Get the covers and pull them over us." As I did that, my dick twitched because, between Willie and me, he's taken the lead role, and that is so sexy to me.
When I pulled the covers over us, he said, "Scoot beside me," when I did, he wrapped his arms around me, murmuring, "Ah, this is nice, baby." My body stiffened for a second because I didn't like being called that, but I relaxed. Fuck it; he can call me whatever he wants if he'll fuck me like that. He sighed contentedly, but we didn't talk. I followed Willie's lead, snuggling in tighter, smiling, and enjoying myself as I promised myself I would.
It's disconcerting that Willie's cum continues drooling from my hole as we lie here. Huh, the sheets smelled like Willie, and for me, it was so peaceful being in his arms, lying face to face, both sweaty, with cum smeared here and there. This is so wild and so calm simultaneously. Who does this, other than us? I mean, it's surreal...
I must tell him, "That was the most wonderful experience of my life, Willie." He nodded and murmured, " Shhh, relax, baby." Dammit, that makes me feel like a girl. Then I snicker quietly because I don't care. This is so unique, and, anyway, it might be flattering that Willie got sensory overload having sex with me. I feel so good, so safe in his arms, and I like looking at his unusually cute face, his eyes closed, and his bow-shaped lips still damp from our sloppy make-out before the sex. He's so hot!
We lay together long enough that I almost dozed off. I'd guess it was about twenty minutes, but I'd lay here with him all afternoon if he wanted. That's how good I feel about us two. Doing gay sex with someone you really liked; what a novel idea! It may be stupid of me, but it did take me by surprise how much more enjoyable it is to have sex that way. Sex with Carl is my obligation for him to be my mentor, who has done so much for me. Without him, I'd never have met Willie.
Willie interrupted my daydreaming with, "Are we in love yet, Dylan?" He asked that seriously, so I didn't laugh. Instead, I was serious, mumbling, "No, Willie. I'm almost positive this isn't love. We're new friends doing some recreational sex together, and I don't know how you feel, but for me, I'd be hard-pressed to think of someone I'd rather do it with than you." He said, "Oh, thanks. You too, Dylan." I'm glad he said my name and not 'baby,' and I lied to him because I'd rather do this with Chubby Jeffrey Romero, but Willie is number two on that list.
He hugged me and muttered, "We're taking a shower together now." That makes me grin because I like it when he tells me what we're going to do; he doesn't ask for my opinion about it. Heh-heh, and who would ever think that going to a party would include everything Willie and I are doing? We get in a shower stall as big as Mom's and my whole bathroom. Willie and I washed each other's and shampooed each other's hair. I thought about sex in the shower, but I didn't know how to get it started. It was a long shower, and when we dried off, I didn't need to do anything with my hair. Burr haircuts are just there, although mine has grown and is too long to be an actual burr. I don't know what the fuck it is, and it'll be almost a month before I'll see my barber in Maine. Today with Willie and thinking about being Carl's boy in Maine made me feel so good! I chuckled, and Willie asked, "What are you laughing about?" I shrugged, "Oh nothing, I'm just having the best time with my hot date, that's all."
Naked, we hugged and then made out for a minute, both our young dicks getting hard again and poking up along our bellies. "What should we do now, Willie?" He patted my ass, "We'll get dressed and attack the buffet. Fucking you made me hungry." We went outside and stood in line for food, Willie with his arm around my waist again. Even though I don't know anyone here, I feel self-conscious that Willie walks with me like I'm a girl. Picking up two plates, he mumbled, "Put your arm around my waist, baby," and I moved my arm around his waist.
When it was our turn, we had to let go of each other to serve ourselves big platters of New England Clam Bake: a cup of New England clam chowder, whole lobster, red bliss potatoes, corn on the cob, steamed clams, and a tub of butter to dip the clams and lobster meat in. We sat alone at a small table away from everyone as we drank vodka and cranberry juice, laughing because we were sexually satisfied and happy to be together eating this ridiculous birthday party meal with butter running down our chins.
After eating, we went over to the garage and made out with our butter-splattered lips and chins till we both had boners again. Then, hearing a fast song played by the band, Willie wanted to dance, but I don't know how. During the following ten tunes, he taught me how to dance, and I took to it pretty fucking well. We got more vodka and cranberry juice drinks and now danced with everybody else. When slow songs came on, we danced with our arms wrapped around each other, our bodies rubbing together. I caught many of the older guests stealing glimpses at us. HA! I didn't care, and Willie was oblivious to it.
It was all so much fun, and I didn't know anyone, and no one here would know anyone I knew, so I didn't care if people stared at us. As the party was beginning to break up, we went back to Willie's room, and he fucked again, just like the first time. Man, I was fond of Willie Worthington by the end of that party. We cleaned up in the shower, a quick one this time, and after Willie made sure we had each other's underpants on, we finished getting dressed, and he walked me to the car with his arm around my waist, just like he'd walked me to the party five and a half hours ago.
During the walk, we'd kiss in front of people. I was indifferent to their stares, concentrating on pleasing my new boyfriend. I said new boyfriend, but he's really my first boyfriend. I'd told the Marine I had a boyfriend, meaning Carl, but Carl was never my boyfriend. I tried pretending he was, but I see the difference now: Carl's my mentor, my friend maybe, certainly my sexual top, but not my boyfriend. He'd smack me if I proposed we be boyfriends. I'm not in his league like I'm in Willie's.
Willie did a good job driving even though he'd had those vodka and cranberry drinks. Back at my house, he insisted the right thing for him to do was walk his date to the door, where he surprised me with a long kiss goodnight. You know what? At that moment, I didn't care if someone saw us. This afternoon with Willie was the best gay experience I'd ever had by far. Hell, it was better than the ones I dreamed about while jerking off. The sex we had was influencing my thinking, but my feelings for Willie were soaring very high, second only to how I felt about Chubby. I liked the idea of being Willie's boyfriend. This felt like I was a one-hundred percent gay boy with another gay boy. It is how I imagined it might be. Sex with Carl, Larry, and the Marine Tom seems more like aberrant gay incidents of happenstance and nothing like a gay boyfriend thing.
Before he left, Willie asked me something with his lips against my ear, "Dylan, you're my boyfriend now, so you need to do a favor for me." I said, "Okay, sure, Willie, what is it?" He wanted me to, in the future, have the same haircut he had. I rolled my eyes, then said, "If possible, I will." He can be goofy!
Anyway, he nodded, proud that his boyfriend did what he was asked. Yes, he can be goofy, and its unique how Willie treated me like a teenage boy treats his girlfriend. That's a tad annoying, but I'm not offended. It tells me that not only is he my first boyfriend, but I'm his first boyfriend, too.
I don't know what his model for a boyfriend is, but being his roommate, Larry isn't a good model. Larry treats him like a piece of meat and Carl fucks him, taking turns with Larry occasionally. Now that I put it that way, Carl treats me like a piece of meat, too. Still, I owe him. We couldn't say goodbye without another kiss, and Willie made it special. In a daze, with a semi-hard penis pushing against Willie's underpants I'm wearing, I murmured, "Bye, Willie," and went inside.
Mom was still on her date with that Jake person, so I groped my junk, still aroused from Willie's kisses. God, kissing with boys is dreamier than anything. Thank you, Carl! I stroked my dick in the bathroom till a spurt of cum splattered on the sink. It came on pretty quickly, too, because Willie was a hot, hot boy, and he's who I concentrated on while I stroked myself off. That was my number four climax in the past six hours or so. WOW, a cute boyfriend rocks! I'm almost up to Dodger's total climaxes daily. Obviously, no one was home, so no one saw us kissing, no one I cared about anyhow, and no one saw me jerking myself off either.
Just before he left, Willie told me he'd call and ask me out on a date as soon as he got permanently back from his grandparents on the West Coast. Even though I often have to bite my lower lip to keep from grinning or laughing at some of the serious things he says, I like him a lot, and I can hardly wait to be Willie's date again.
Okay, I'm home at seven o'clock, and ironically, I was worried my Mom would be home alone, and now it's me who's alone. Chubby's in New York. What to do? I was not hungry, still stuffed from all the food I ate at Willie's, and I was wicked clean from showering twice with my boyfriend, and that was a blast! Willie doesn't smoke, and I needed a nicotine hit, so I sat outside and smoked a cigarette, reliving the entire afternoon. I laughed out loud at some of the things Willie did, but I was not dumping on him in any way. I was enjoying his eccentricity, unique originality, sincerity, and innocence.
In many ways, he was a lost boy who'd never had parental guidance of any form at home or love there either. He'd seemingly picked up this odd notion of how to treat a boyfriend from a Dick & Jane style primer on proper dating etiquette. I'm certainly no expert on anything gay or dating or anything, really. Still, I think Willie was charming in a corn-ball way and cute in an unusual way. He's original and very sexually motivated, and I'm hoping he doesn't feel it necessary for him to be sexually dominant like Carl and Larry are with Willie and me. It's so much better to have sex with someone you really like and care for as a boyfriend rather than be someone's boy-pussy bottom.
Lighting another cigarette, this wildly different day caught up with me, and tiredness came on strong, and I had to work early tomorrow. The following day, I discovered that Chubby, Tris, and my Mom got home only minutes after I'd gone to bed. I saw Chubby heading out to work the next morning, but I needed to hustle to catch my bus, so we only had a quick hug. He seriously said, "Dylan, I've got to talk to you about Henry when I get home tonight."
Looking at the time on my cell phone, I asked, "Your New York cousin, Henry?" Chubby goes, "Yeah, him. We were in Greenwich Village Saturday night late, and he's... I'll tell you the whole story tonight. I missed you, Dylan!" Then, he ran one way, and I ran the other, and I just made it to the bus stop in time to get on my bus.
As my hard-on was developing nicely on the bus, I thought: Cousin Henry is... what? Getting married? A thief? A drug addict? Gay?
To be continued...
