Date: Mon, 3 Jun 2013 16:22:44 -0700
From: D_M <mcleodwrite@gmail.com>
Subject: Alex_Timmy Ch 5

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*I'd be lying if I didn't admit that the drive back home was filled with
images in my mind: Timmy running in front of me, long legs graceful, the
muscles in his calves smooth and pumping, his body loose and graceful.
Then, I thought about after dinner....and my moan wasn't intended to be out
loud.*

Timmy guffawed and I bounced from my reverie in time to park Truck in the
driveway, for all my neighbors to see.

He reached for my jeans and squeezed the obvious result of my little mind
trip. I reached over and found the same result for him. "Geezus, keeping
focused on life is not going to be easy when we're this close, is it?" I
said crooking my eyebrow and giving him my best dirty old man leer.

"Noooooo," he panted, "not exactly...." He scrambled from the car and ran
up the walk only to realize he didn't have a key to get in the house.

I came up behind him and said, "That's next on the list when we're out.
Keys for you, and the code for the alarm."

We stepped inside and Tim stood just inside the door, cocking his head.

"What?" I stood behind him unable to keep my hands from exploring his body.

"The silence in the house," he said, turning to face me. "Alex, how would
you feel about getting a puppy?"

I bent to kiss him and said, "Didn't I just get one?" I bit his ear and
blew very softly in it, which made his legs nearly buckle.

He held me tightly and moaned, "Oh, fuck, that's wild. So good, but stop,
please, for a minute. I'm serious. I've wanted a dog all my life, but
there's `no room for dog hair in this house,' according to my mother. Your
house is warm and comfortable and it feels like the perfect place for a
puppy, hair and all. I would take care of it, no matter what, I swear. You
could choose the breed, I wouldn't care, just so long as it's not a tiny
thing, I would love to have a dog to run with, the wrestle with, to swim
with...."

I kissed his eager face, heart melting at the tentative eagerness in his
voice. "You don't really have much experience asking for what you really
want or getting it, do you, Buddy?"

He shook his head, and said, "No. I have a ton of stuff I don't care about
owning, but the stuff that matters, you're right. Please?"

Fact is, I'd thought a lot about getting a dog since Ken died and I
inhabited this house. "I think that's an incredibly good idea, Tim. Yea,
I'd like that a lot. And, how about we share care? Let's make the dog our
first partnership project, how's that?"

He kissed me and jumped around ending up in my arms with his legs wrapped
around my waist. There we were again in the living room for all the world
to see. "I've gotta get curtains," I laughed and carried him to the family
room that opens onto the backyard.

"Baby, you've gotta get down. You're killing my cock bobbing up and down.
You are so damned sexy when you're delighted. Christ, I am suffering from
sex mania. Let's talk about what kind of dog to get on our run and look at
rescue sites after dinner before we get ready for our night."

Tim unwound his legs and we hugged and kissed for several minutes before he
came up for air. His face was again flushed. I brushed a curl off his
forehead and kissed him there. "Okay, baby, time to exercise.

"Oh, crap, Alex, I just realized that I don't have running clothes or
shoes. And, I need some more stuff anyway since we don't know how long I'll
be here. Could I do homework now and you could make dinner and then we can
go grab my stuff, we'll run and then come home and eat. We'll kinda be up
late anyway, so we can eat later, right?"

"Have you always been this organized, Tim? Seriously, I didn't realize this
about you. Sure, that sounds like a reasonable change to the plan. Okay, if
you can study with music, would you put on something so I can cook to
music? I can switch the speakers to not play in the reading room, if need
be. I imagine you'll tuck in there?"

"No, I need a table for my laptop and a surface for math problems, so I'll
just work in here so I can watch you cook. I'll pick music that doesn't
have lyrics, so I'll be fine. I can't wait to look at what you have!"

I showed him my iPod, and he programmed some music. I got focused on
dinner, a paleo recipe for spaghetti squash and marinara with beef. I made
a giant salad of lettuce and greens from the spring garden and added green
beans, raw walnuts and pistachios with a balsamic lime dressing. Then, I
made a lemon cake with almond meal, and Tim's head finally came up from his
computer.

"Wow, that lemon smells great. So does everything!" He grinned so widely, I
laughed.

"Why is your smile so broad it looks as though it's going to break your
face?" I asked.

"Are you kidding, Alex? WHY?" Tim jumped up and came to the kitchen, flung
his arms around me and said, sassily, "Let's review: You love me. You just
said we can get a dog as our first PARTNERSHIP project. You came up with a
plan to get me out of my parents' house. We are going to spend the night
making love. AND, you are cooking dinner for me. I have only ever had meals
cooked by hired help. I never got to hang out while smells like this were
wafting around my nose. So, why? Because you have made EVERYTHING in my
life amazing!"

I laughed hard and kissed him, then, as he was leaning against the granite
island in the middle of the kitchen, I unfastened his jeans and pulled them
and his briefs down his legs, and hoisted him on the granite. "Lean back,"
I said and pushed him down. "I can't wait. I need my dessert before dinner."

I buried my face in his balls again, sucking them both into my mouth and
pulling gently on them as I began to wank his purpled cock. His scent,
musky, and sweet somehow, intoxicated me, and the taste of his skin, still
so soft and smooth, was sweeter than any cake I could ever hope to bake. I
deep-throated him then spread his cheeks and spat inside his hole, laved my
finger, then realized I had olive oil on the counter. I quickly drizzled
some on my fingers and went back to deep-throating him as I teased his ass
with my greasy digits. I wanted his cum and I need to fuck him. Telling
myself to slow down, I stopped for a minute, and Timmy looked up, eyes
glazed.

"Tim, I'd much like to take your cum down my throat, and then after you
have a minute, I would love to fuck you. But, you get a vote, so what do
you think? Do you think you could stand being fucked before dinner AND
after dinner and a run?"

He bent forward slipping in the oil on the counter. "I think that whatever
you want to do I will love. If I had a choice, I'd really like to have MY
dessert first, too. Or, maybe have dessert two times...you're not the only
one who really wants to fuck his lover, Alex."

My turn to wear the smile that threatened to break my face....I pushed him
back down. "Where was ..." and then I had a sweet thick boymeat down my
throat, and fingers making their way to rub an almost virgin prostate. When
my fingers brushed his inner nut, he screamed "Holy SHIT!!! FUCK YES!"

I had to keep hold of him as the oil under his ass made it easy for him to
slide on the countertop. I could feel his prostate hardening so I knew he
was close. Moaning into his belly, I pulled him against me, and continued
to stroke his prostate until he began firing down my throat. His cum was so
sweet, and taking it made me nearly mad with need for more...

He finished cumming and began moaning, "Please, stop, let me go, it's so
sensitive, Alex!" I wasn't finished with him, though, so slid him toward me
into my arms. Again, he wrapped his legs around me and I carried him to the
family room, through the French doors and to the yard. I lay us down on the
grass on the west side of the pond, where we were surrounded by flora. I'd
grabbed the olive oil as we exited the kitchen and propped it up in the
grass.

"Kiss me, Timmy," I whispered, and we fell together madly. He was crazed
with passion, biting my lips, and I had to stop him biting my neck. "Tim!
Please! Wait. This is really important. I love to be bitten as I think you
do, but marking one another is something we need to be careful about. NEVER
in easily viewable places, okay?"

"Huh, oh, yea, sorry," he panted, then moved to my nipples, sucking and
nibbling. His hand on my cock was frantic, flying back and forth. He was
recharged already, too. Perhaps I should have yielded, but I did not. My
need to be inside him was too great. "Baby, lie on the grass on your
belly," I said. He complied and I looked at the lines of his body on the
grass. Broad shoulders, lean waist, and a rounded ass, so enticing I nearly
came at the sight. I had a deep desire to cover him with my body, and to
take him in his innocent willingness. That desire scared me a bit as I
stroked my turgid cock, coating myself in olive oil. I chided myself saying
*you cannot really take that which is freely given. Yea, but with this
difference in age, is it seriously freely given or am I simply asserting my
dominance? *

I sat back and said, "Tim, turn over for a second. I need to talk with you."

Timmy turned over, a wary look on his face. I said, "This is me telling you
feelings as they happen. I need your help with this, okay, baby?"

He reached for my hand and I grabbed him and pulled him close, so that he
legs went around my waist and our faces were mere inches apart. "What do
you need help with, Alex?"

"From the moment I put you on the counter, I had this voice inside me that
drove me. I wanted to dominate you, to possess you, to mark you as mine.
When you laid on the grass on your belly, the voice in my head wanted to
possess your innocence. That inner dialog freaked me out, Timmy. There are
a lot of power differences in a relationship with as large an age
difference as there is with us. The only way I can keep my integrity is to
keep you a part of this dialog. So, help me here, baby."

Tim was quiet for a minute and simply looked intently into my eyes. He had
a tiny smile on his lips. "Okay, here's what I think. You're right, you're
older. You have the experience in the world. You know how to make things
happen. And, you know how to do sex. I am still innocent because I don't
have experience. Here's what I FEEL. I LOVE feeling your desire for me. I'm
not going to STAY innocent. Right know you're hungry to have my innocence,
and I'm hungry for you to take it from me. When I've imagined you and me
together, I used to think of you bending me over furniture and taking me
unexpectedly and leaving me and going back to your business. I tried on all
kinds of scenarios to see what felt the best. Much of the time, I imagined
you walking away after we made love with a look on your face that told me
you wanted more. I think that I did that because I saw that look so often.
Here's our chance to NOT have you have that pained look.

I WANT you to take me, Alex. I have always wanted that. I know that as I
grow, things will change. I understood when you let me fuck you last night
that you were doing the smartest and safest thing first. I love that you
are smart like that. And, I know that you love me, first, I know that. I
know that if you push me out of your own need, you will never hurt me. The
fact that you stopped to ask me just proves the point. So, I'm going to lie
back down on the grass and wiggle my innocent butt at you. I want you. I
trust you. I NEED you. Oh, yea," he said, kissing me, "and I LOVE YOU!"

"Alright, young man," I said at the low end of my vocal register, "then lie
down, Tim."

He did.

I dripped oil down the crack of his ass. "I'm gonna fuck you, young man.
I'm gonna fill that luscious ass of yours with my heated gift. And then,
it's gonna be your turn, lover..." I said as I stretched on top of Tim,
finding that hot, sweet hole. I pressed against him and said, "Don't move.
I don't want you to meet me. You just lie there, Timmy. I'm gonna come into
you soooooo slowly...."

As I began opening him, I said, "Tell me how you feel, baby, talk to me."

"Hnnnn, Alex, whoo, having your weight on top me is so hot, and feeling
your cock trying to open me is making me so hot. My dick is hard and it's
really hard to not reach it and touch myself. Oooh, oooh, yea, there, yea,
you just got all the way in, oh, oh, god, Alex, I, I....ooooh, thank you!"

"That's a baby, Timmy, take me, just like that, lover. I'm gonna fuck you
now. I'm gonna start slowly and make you beg for it."

I began deep slow thrusts meant to drive Tim crazy, and absolutely driving
me crazy in the process. The position was not the easiest in the grass with
the difference in height, but I was on a mission and slowly, I began moving
just a little bit more quickly.

"GOD, ALEX! PLEASE, FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Tim screamed into the grass.

"Be careful of the noise, baby. Nobody can see us, but if you get to loud,
someone might hear us, shhhhh," I whispered in his ear, nibbling it as I
did. I thrust into him over and over at the same slow deliberate pace.

I felt my body begin to get edgy to move more quickly and said, still
whispering, "Get on your knees, now, baby."

I quick-fucked, hard, deep, until I had to have more of him. I reached for
him saying, "Kiss me, baby," I murmured and he twisted around to meet my
kiss. He sucked my tongue as I impaled him on my cock.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Timmy. I'm getting pretty close. I want to see your
face when I cum. Gonna flip you over," I said as I slid out carefully,
turned him over, and drew his legs to my shoulders as I reentered him.

"Oh, fuck, you're so damned beautiful, baby," I said.

Tim's eyes bore into mine and he grabbed the grass, humped his ass and
leaned up to watch me bury my cock in his asshole.

"I want you to not cum, Tim," I said. "I want you to save it for me."

"Uh, uh, uh, okay," he stammered as I nailed his innocence.

"Good boy," I gasped. "Here it is, baby, here I cum!"

I fucked fast and hard, spurting and spewing into Timmy's hot ass. I help
him against me as my dick spasmed inside him. I kept waiting to get soft,
but amazingly, that didn't happen.

"Are you ready to switch positions, Tim?" I asked, still in the grip of
ardor and heat.

He fisted his cock at me and said, "If I don't have someplace to put this
soon, I will explode anyway, so fuck yes, get on your belly, Alex!"

He grabbed the olive oil, and with his hand, opened my butt cheeks and
pooled the oil at my pucker.

"Kneel on the backs of my legs, Timmy," I instructed. He complied and I
soon felt him at my backdoor. To his credit, even with a hard on ready to
explode, he was careful to not hurt me.

"Baby, don't worry, I'm really ready for you," I assured him. He leaned
into me and gave a shove, gloriously pushing himself inside me fully in one
move.

"Fuck, you feel good, Alex!"

"Oh hell yes, Tim. Give it to me hard, baby, fuck me like you mean it!"

Tim drove himself into me hard, fast, furiously. I pushed back against him
and felt my nut getting ready to pop again.

Tim reached underneath me and found my nipples, pinching and twisting each
of them. That sent me over the edge and I exploded, doing everything I
could to NOT scream my lust and release. "That's right, Alex, give it over,
give me your cum and take mine!"

Tim danced against me, plowing himself into me and then, finally, he lay
still. His heart pounded against my back.

I stretched and rolled, taking him into my arms.

I kissed his eyes and forehead and nose and then kissed his mouth. My
tongue demanded his, and I projected all of my passion and happiness and
amazement to my lover. At some point, there were tears of release, mine?
His? Yes, maybe, who knows? We held one another and lay on the grass in the
last bits of sun and then got up and walked hand in hand to the shower.

"How about dinner and we go to your house and get you clothes tomorrow?" I
said as we entered the shower.

"Mmm, yes, please, except, can we also still look online for dogs?" he
replied as the water hit our bodies and he began soaping me. His hands on
my body all soapy and slithery, my last thought before being gripped by
another wave of love and lust was, *How the hell will we ever manage a
Monday? We may need a few more days of this before we can possibly maintain
without fucking every hour or so.....maybe the dog will prove a
distraction...ha!*

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Hope the story is working for you. Let me know!

Best,

Daniel