Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 09:26:03 +0200
From: dragonlover2@gmx.us
Subject: Little Timmy

**Please Note**
This is strictly a work of fiction. This tale never happened in real life.

Timmy was 9 years old when I met him. I was hired to clean out his family's
basement. There had been some water damage from a lot of rainfall that
year.

So, I arrived at 8 am as promised. Hs mom showed me the way to the
basement. What a mess!! It was awful. But, I agreed on a fee with her, so I
had to stick to my word and clean out the basement. About a half an hour
into the job, this adorable little blonde haired boy comes slowly down the
steps into the basement. I stopped working to take in this beautiful
boy. His blonde hair was cut in a simple bowl cut. He wore a tanktop and
jean shorts. From what I could see of his skin, he was hairless all over
his body. His slender, supple legs were unmarred by hair, as were his
arms. He wore simple sneakers with no socks.

"Hi buddy," I say to the lad.

"Hi," he says back, giving me a small wave of his hand. He was somewhat
shy, I could tell.

"If you want to help, I'm not splitting my fee with you," I say to him
jokingly. He giggled slightly.

"You want to come over here? Its ok. You're not bothering me at all," I say
to him.

So, he slowly walks over to me. I immediately notice his hair is slightly
damp. I could smell a flowery type of shampoo eminating from him.

"Just took a bath, huh?" I ask innocently.

He nodded.

"That's cool. I like baths too. Relaxing, aren't they?"

Another nod.

I had to ask, "Do you play little games in the tub?"

He looked at me.

"Like what?" He asked.

"Oh, you know. Only the ones little boys play. Little girls can't play like
us boys can, right?" I said.

He looked at me smiling. He knew what I was talking about.

"So. Do you have friends, Timmy?" I asked.

"Yeah, some," he said.

"And do you play games with them?" I asked him.

He nodded vigorously.

"You know what game I liked to play when I was 9? Doctor. Ever play that
with your friends"?

He giggled. "Sometimes."

I feigned a laugh. I knew where this was leading, and I was ready.

"Tell me about a time when you played doctor with your friends," I said.

He giggled again.

"Well.....this one time my friend kyle and me were in the woods out
back. Kyle says let's play sick. So I said ok. He wanted me to play the
doctor. So he laid on the ground acting sick. So I pretended to take his
temperature and pulse. Then he days to me, 'my doctor makes me get naked'
and I was pretty shocked by what he said. So I said, 'ok'. So he stands up
and takes his clothes off. Naked! Nothing on! I never seen a naked boy
before. First thing I looked at was his little wee wee. His was weird
looking. Not like mine at all. It was like kinda small and skin covered his
purple thing. So, he lays down on the ground again. So I say to him, 'what
am I supposed to do?' So he goes, 'feel my weiner. Then my balls. That's
what my doctor does.' So I sat down next to him. I slowly touched his wee
wee. It was cool and soft. I felt the skin at the end of it. It was
loose. I lifted it up and looked at it. Then I felt his balls. They were
like little graped in a cool skin bag. 'You gotra really feel them' he
said. So I squeezed a little. Then guess what?? His wee wee started
growing!! He looked at me and giggled. 'My mom says that's what happens to
boys weiners. That's my stiffy. Touch it. Its ok.' So I did. His purple top
was showing through the end of the skin. His whole wee wee pointed to his
belly button. It was cool!! But then he looked at his watch. Time to go
home. So he stood up, his wee wee still big, and put his clothes back
on. That was a great day!" He finally finished.

"Sounds like it," I said. "So, did you like playing doctor with kyle?"I
asked.

"Yeah!! I liked his wee wee!!" He said.

"Well, I have an idea. How's about you and I play the game. I'll be your
doctor, and you'll be the patient," I said as enthusiastically as I could.

"Cool!!" He said.

"Ok. Now I'm the doctor. Ok Timmy. Can you take your clothes off for me?"

He looked at me. "Naked?" He says. "I mean no one has seen me naked except
my mom and dad."

"Its ok Timmy. I kinda already know what you look like anyways. See, I
played this game a lot with boys like you."

"Well..... ok I guess," he says. I watch him as he begins to strip. First,
off came the shirt, revealing nice, small light brown nipples...nipples
longing to be sucked. Then he sat on the ground and took off his
shoes. Then he stood again and unbuttoned his jean shorts and slid them
off. Now, he wore nothing but Spiderman Underoos. He paused. Then, after a
few seconds, slid the undies off as well. Like Timmy with Kyle, I
immediately looked at his penis. It was small, small for a boy his
age. Maybe about 1 3/4 inches long and cut. His little scrotum was smooth,
and in it I could just make out 2 small testicles.

"Now Timmy, I'm going to examine your wee wee, ok?"

He nodded and spread his legs a little.

I took his small member in my hand, and slowly started massaging it. His
ring was nice and smooth, his meatus perfect. I knew this boy's needs. I
continued to massage him until I worked him up to a full hard on.

"Wee wee!! Its big!!" He said. It pointed to his belly.

"It sure is, pal!" I said.

Then I moved to his balls. They were small and somewhat soft. He enjoyed
this. Then, I had an idea. This boy never had an orgasm before. Well now he
would have one. I temembered my first orgasm at age 8 when I was playing
with my weiner in my room. So anyway, I say to him,

"Want your wee wee to feel REALLY good?"

"Yeah!!" He said.

So, I took his penis in my hand and I started to work it, ever so gently,
letting the skin on my fingers rub his ring. After a minute, he clised his
eyes and started moaning. I knew he was close. So I started jerking him
faster and faster. Then, all at once he cried out, as his tender young
penis started to pulsate right in my hand. Only a drop of clear liquid came
out, but Timmy was happy. He continued to throb for about 10 seconds, then
it dird down.

"How was that?" I asked.

"Great!!!! My wee wee felt all tickly and tingly. Like I had to
tinkle. Then it just felt really good!"

"Glad you liked it, buddy," I said.

"Now get dressed my friend. If your mom saw this, she wouldn't understand,
ok? And don't go telling her or anyone else about it, OK?

"Yup!! I won't tell at all."

He then ran upstairs. And I went back to work.



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