As we walked from the garage to Willie's huge house, his arm around my waist, I began at the beginning and told Willie about Joel. I talked all through our dinner, which the chef kept simple this evening. He made a cheese pizza and a big salad. Willie never interrupted my dissertation on Joel and appeared very interested, although I wasn't detecting any anger, which I thought he'd feel toward Joel.
After dinner, in Willie's bedroom, he said, "Let me think about this for a minute, Dylan. You can get undressed and get in bed if you want." I muttered, "Alright." He flopped onto his bed as I undressed. Willie asked, "And you don't know what this guy specifically has in mind to do with you, right?" Naked, I shake my head, muttering, "No, I don't know, but it will be nasty stuff, he said to train me like you train a dog, probably."
I sit with my back against a couple of pillows at the headboard, my legs, and privates under the covers. Willie bites his lower lip, frowns, and appears deep in thought. That's good; maybe he's getting an idea, although I can't imagine what it will be. I was beginning to let hope grow that he would devise a plan. Willie knows so many people and has so much money. Maybe he could pay some thug to straighten Joel out and get him to leave me alone.
With a shrug, he removed his clothes, mumbling, "You know I'll be in Maine this weekend, right? Larry's going to be pissed because of this haircut I got for your benefit. You know, to put you at ease with your bad haircut, etc."
What? I stared blankly at him, wondering how he blamed me for his goofy fifties-style flattop haircut and what that had to do with my Joel problem. I muttered, "You've got that mixed up, Willie. You took us to that idiotic military barbershop six weeks ago. I didn't have anything to do with it!"
Willie grinned to show he was kidding, saying, "Let's assume I survive Larry's punishment, which won't be much. Then, Larry and I will have a wonderful time with some very hot sex, some laughs, and a great ole' time with the boats. Larry's discipline will be forgotten quickly, having done its job of helping me see the right way of doing things. It'll be good for me because everything will go smoothly after it."
His voice was unusually monotone, and he was rambling on about Maine, which wasn't interesting, or about my problem. I was losing confidence in him by the second. He's usually decisive and to the point. I continued staring at him with my hopes fading, "Ya know, Dylan, if you and I hope to be boyfriends long term, we need to establish a more structured relationship, like the one Larry and I have. You've become used to getting your way, which is okay because I want to make you happy, but when push comes to shove, I'm the dominant boyfriend, and occasionally, you need to do what you're told."
I'm frowning, muttering, "I don't always get my way. You do, not me! Anyway, what's that got to do with my Joel problem, and what happened to you losing interest in Larry, as you said the other night? Shaking his head, he mumbles, "See? The backtalk isn't something the submissive boyfriend does. It just isn't!"
I say, "Oh, please, you guys at that prep school and all your sub/dom horseshit are way too much into playing roles instead of simply being yourselves. I'm okay with being submissive sometimes because you like it, but can help with my problem Saturday night?" Willie says, "Yeah, well, um, maybe this dick-head, Joel, can do us both a favor by accelerating your respect for authority figures such as me. I know my role as a leader. He can help you learn your role as a follower."
This is the Marine's respect horseshit all over again. Trying not to blow my top, I say, "Let's say I can stretch your logic to say okay as far as you're concerned; a big stretch, but I love you. How can I apply it to Joel, who I despise?"
Willie says, "He thinks you've got a thing for him. You don't, but use him. Flatter him, or... oh, I don't know, Dylan. If I wasn't going to Maine, maybe, um. Okay, he'll give you a tough night, and that will be it for him. You and I can take it from there."
Oh, for Christ's sake! I never considered that stupid, beyond-belief-useless way of looking at the situation. I'm pissed, but why did I think Willie would help? He's a goof about many things. My silent staring at him finally made Willie nervous because he cleared his throat twice before continuing, "I can make up for whatever he does, um...
His dissertation is so totally off the wall. Willie wasn't going to help me get out of this thing with Joel. All the babble was parroting Larry and Willie's misguided ideas about how a gay relationship should go. I don't even think Willie believed half of what he said. We're seventeen-year-old gay kids who don't know shit. An important difference between me and those Prep school kids is that I know I don't know shit.
I said, "Let me see if I have this straight. You want me to get beat up and fucked and maybe castrated by this idiot Joel, so I'll be more submissive to you. Do I have that right?" Willie tried to make a joke, grinning and saying, "Castration is very rare these days, and it isn't always gays that do that anyway." I make a face, and he mumbles, "Well, you asked my advice and then mocked what I said."
I snapped back, "I didn't ask for your advice; I asked for your help about a dangerous bully, and you pontificate all that bullshit that a tiny group of gay students at your Prep school have decided is proper behavior in gay relationships."
Willie's eyes looked wet, and when he spoke, it sounded as if he were a different person, now contrite and full of apologies. "You're right, Dylan; I was looking at the glass half full, trying to make a positive out of it since I couldn't think of any way you could keep the job except go with Joel this Saturday. I sometimes forget that you're not me, who thinks it's awesome to role-play as in me being submissive to Larry's dominant role. I'm sorry."
Whatever, he isn't going to be any help. I give him an awkward hug anyway, mumbling, "I like role-playing with you sometimes. It's all right, Willie." He couldn't do anything about Joel, so he panicked and went into Larry-speak, which pissed me off. He's just a mixed-up kid like me.
Continuing his awfully abrupt turnaround, Willie says, "Let's forget all that, Dylan. We need to kiss and enjoy one another." He gets on the bed with me, his long cock swinging between his legs as he gets an idea. He says, "If you can get Joel to make it the week after..." I interrupt. "No, um, thanks, Willie, but Joel wouldn't allow you to tag along, and I wouldn't want you to anyway. I don't want you to get hurt."
Willie gets under the covers with me, and we scooch down flat, his arms around me, murmuring, "Gee, I thought I might suck your dick, Dylan, but I don't suppose you'd be up for that." I make a face and mutter, "Yes, I'm up for that." He slides under the covers and gets between my legs to suck my cock into my mouth, and all the negative thoughts in my head disappear temporarily. They are replaced by the most erotic feelings in my groin. Carl blew me a few times, and the Marine blew me, too, but Willie was the best. He had me thrusting my crotch and making grunting sounds and then spewing long strings of cum into his mouth three on four minutes into the blow job.
Willie sucked down every drop of cum while squeezing my balls, trying to get some more sperm up and out. He squeezed them much too hard accidentally, but he did let up on them when I cried out in pain. I can't put into words how fantastic that blow job was, temporarily pushing the scary Joel concerns out of my mind.
My fingers play with Willie's hair, and the more he sucked on my cock, the more I wanted to just forget about our fight earlier and forget all about all that Larry-shit Willie had said. He rested his head on my thigh after sucking my nuts dry, and I was glad for the break; it allowed time for my balls to stop aching.
He had me feeling peaceful and satisfied with that blow-job and the quiet talking, but that wasn't the end of it. Willie still had another surprise for me. We wrestled until I was up on all fours, expecting to be fucked, but instead he began rimming my ass. What an experience that was! Well, at first, I was embarrassed to have Willie licking my asshole, but the longer he went at it, the more I moaned with pleasure. After a while, I shuddered and clenched my face up real tight and squirted out some watery cum on his sheets for my second climax in an hour. Ooooh, did that feel good!
Warm and cozy within Willie's hugging arms after that, I melded completely into his body and was looking forward to the way he wrapped me up tight in his arms and legs. For his part, it was like he couldn't suck or lick or hug or kiss me enough. He was making up fpr being an ass earlier.
What a spectacular feeling it is to be desired like that. The body has so many sensitive, sexy places, and Willie knew them all, it seemed. I was holding him around his neck at one point, but Willie wasn't finished; he wasn't ready to wrap me up yet. Grunting quietly with the effort, he secured both my arms against my body, facing away from him, and forced his wet cock head in past my sphincter ring and pushed roughly all the way up inside me, up, up, up went the full seven and a half inches of his boner. It hurt and burned like hell but quickly felt fabulous. I stifled my complaints about the initial hurt.
Willie had maintained me in a constant state of high sexual arousal for almost an hour, and I was totally docile for him while wetting my lips for more. I was soon squirming and moaning with pleasure, calling weakly, "Oh, it feels soooo good. Fuck me, Willie. It feels so hot, Willie." He was humping me hard, almost angrily. When I felt I might have my third climax of the evening, he grunted out a question, "Who do you love, Dylan?" I could hardly get the words out; I was so close to that third climax. I gasped, "You, Willie, I love you." I felt the gush of Willie's cum inside me as he made a whimpering sound and shook all over.
It felt very wet and sloppy up my ass as he continued fucking me. I was gasping and humping back against his thrusting cock, but I never could quite manage the third climax. We clung to one another, breathing deeply until Willie murmured, "We need to shower." He took me by my wrist and pulled me out of bed. I went with him into the shower. "We'll get as squeaky clean as we were when we started our date and go to the movies."
Reality was creeping back into my brain and I was thinking about how I need to get the haircut Joel told me to get and resign myself to having a terrible time Saturday night. Willie babbled nonsense, but in the end, he got my mind off Joel and made me feel special. Damn, I liked the sex we had tonight. I can try being more like Willie thinks I should be. He knows how to please me, so...
To be continued...
