Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2002 14:45:12 -0500
From: Jesse Fonda <jf2411@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Meeting Tim Part 1 (Revised)

This is a story of a teenage boy having sex with an adult
male.
I wish it were true but it is a fantasy. In real life don't
do drugs. Also in a fantasy you don't have to worry about
STDs and HIV/AIDS. ALWAYS protect yourself and your partner.
If you don't approve of Homosexual sex or are too young or
it is illegal to read this type of story where you live
please DON'T.

No part of this work may be used or re-produced in any manner
without written permission of the writer.

My other stories are "A 9-year-olds Tale", "A 12-year-olds Tale",
"Greg and Danny" and "Richard"

If you read and like my stories please let me know.

jf2411@bellsouth.net


MEETING TIM Part 1


In March I met a guy named Tim. I don't remember why I
was at Zach's Diner at that time of the day. Probably
had something at school that made me late.  It was about
5:15, A cold wind was blowing and it was beginning to rain.

I just ducked in to get out of the cold, wet weather and get
something to eat.

There weren't many people there but there were two girls who
were seniors that I knew slightly. I sat in the booth with them.

I hung up my coat up and sat down when the door opened and "HE"
came in. My immediate thought was tall, dark and handsome but
he was an adult and surely wouldn't be interested in a
fifteen-year-old kid.

He was about six foot two with black hair, dark blue eyes, a five
O'clock shadow, black coat, pants and shoes. He glanced
around and when his eyes met mine I looked away. I didn't
take long to look back in his direction and he was staring
back with a half smile on his full lips and proceeded to
walk down the aisle and take a seat at the counter opposite
where I was sitting.

There was no point in watching his back so I began talking
with the two girls. We ordered when the waitress came and
got our food and continued talking while we ate.

After we finished eating I told them I had better get going.
"I still have to walk about a mile and a half home" and stood
to put on my coat. The dark stranger got up at the same time
and started walking toward the cash register.

I followed and since I had the exact amount of money I just
put it on the counter with the check and walked out. I
stopped outside. It was still raining. The door opened and
he stepped out. I turned and he had that half smile on his
lips again and asked in a mellow baritone if I'd like a ride
home.

At first I declined, "I don't want you to go out of your
way", I said politely.

He stated, "I don't really have anything else to do, and how
long does it take to drive a mile and a half?"

He had been listening. I accepted his kind offer.

He drove a new Buick. I was impressed. I come from a used
Chevy neighborhood and was just beginning to become aware of
cars since I would be able to get a learner's permit in 5
months.

As he backed out of the space he asked, "Do you have time to
stop for a drink on the way home?"

I answered, "I'm not old enough to get served in a bar but
I don't have to be home till nine". We had established that
I was under age and was in no rush to get home.

He said, "I have some Bourbon in the trunk, if you know a
place where no one will bother us."

I told him, "There is an old quarry not far from my house.
We could go there." I told him my name was Mark. His was Tim.

I showed him the way and where to park so that trees hid the
car from anyone coming up the dirt road and where we
wouldn't get stuck in the mud. He got the Bourbon from the
trunk and turned the heat and the radio on. It was very dark
back there because of the rain and low clouds. If it weren't
for the light from the radio you wouldn't have been able
to see anything at all.

He passed me the bottle of Bourbon. I drank wine at home on
hollidays and I had gotten a little drunk on beer with my
friends on my birthday but I had never had hard liquor before.
I took the top off and took a small amount.

It burned all the way down but I immediately felt a warm
glow radiate out from the pit of my stomach. I passed it
back.

He took a sip and we continued to talk and passed the bottle
back and forth. We were swapping jokes and I was feeling
very comfortable and relaxed. He was funny and interesting
and full of fun and teasing. I thought maybe there was a
chance that something might happen.

He started to tell a joke about two adult guys having
sex and I was getting hard real fast and tried to adjust my
dick to get more comfortable when he said, "That joke always
makes me hard too." He opened his belt and the front of his
pants, slid his hand into his underwear and adjusted his
cock and left his pants open.

Feeling very grown up after a few swallows of the Bourbon
(and not to be outdone) I did the same.

He then asked me if I ever played with my nipples when I
jerked off, I felt myself blush, as I answered "No."

He said, "It feels great! Unbutton your shirt. I'll show
you."

We had already taken our coats off since it was getting
warm in the car and so I unbuttoned four buttons. He slid
his hand into my shirt and started to rub my right nipple.
As it got hard he took it between his thumb and forefinger
and started to lightly pinch it. Little electric shocks were
going right to my balls but after awhile he pulled his hand
out and said, "Here you try it", as he began to unbutton his
shirt.

I reached over with my right hand and slid it into his
shirt.

His chest was covered with hair. I was in heaven. I fantasized
about jerking off with a man with a hairy chest. I was ready
to do this. Luckily he took things slowly.

After I played with and pinched his nipple for a short time
he did my other one and leaned over and kissed me lightly
on the lips.

When I leaned over to do his other nipple I kissed him but this
time he ran the tip of his tongue over my lips. When it was
my turn to have my nipples played with again he kissed me
again. I licked his lips gently with the tip of my tongue.
He opened his mouth and let my tongue slip in, or his
slipped into mine. What does it matter? It was the first
time I was ever kissed like that and it was wonderful.
Our tongues played and chased each other back and forth from
his mouth to mine tickling and teasing. As we kissed deeply
he unbuttoned the last buttons on my shirt and slid his
hand into my white briefs and squeezed my hard dick gently.
I was already dripping cock-juice like somebody had turned on a
faucet.

As he rubbed the shaft and head of my cock with the palm of
his hand he worked my shirt off, and my pants and underwear
were soon around my ankles, but when I tried to feel his hard
cock he fended me off and just said, "Not yet". The second time I
tried he stopped my hand again and said "Wait until later."
After the third thwarted attempt I finally gave up.

He then suggested we take our shoes and socks off and get
into the back seat. "There's more room," He told me.

I kicked my feet free and slid over the seat naked. He
followed but still had his pants and underwear on. I
stretched out on the back seat as much as I could and he
knelt on the floor. We again took up the game of tonsil
hockey. He was gently massaging my dick and slid his hand
down and cupped my nuts and started to gently massage them.
I spread my legs as his hand went lower and his finger began
to circle my tight puckered hole.

He brought his finger to my lips and I sucked it in and got
it well slicked up with spit. His thick finger went back to
my hole and I moaned with pleasure as it slowly entered me.
It felt great! He really knew what he was doing.

It wasn't long before he began to work his way down my body
with his lips and tongue kissing and licking my warm skin,
stopping to suck on each nipple.

He took his finger out and put two fingers in my mouth and
then slid them into my ass. By the time he screwed his tongue
into my navel he had three fingers up my ass and I was
beginning to feel very stretched. Damn what was he intending
to do? I began to push back on his busy digits.

He slowly took my hard dick into his mouth and began to gently
suck it and worked the fourth finger in. I was feeling extremely
full and uncomfortable but it also felt good in a strange way.
He was rubbing a spot up there that was giving me incredible
feelings all over. I kept pushing back trying to get them
deeper into me.

His fingers continued working my ass ring as he returned to
kiss me again and again.

Then he whispered in my ear, "Will you let me fuck you, Mark?"

It wasn't that I didn't know what fucking was but I had
never heard of two guys doing it. I just said "What?"

He said, "Can I put it inside you?" It didn't take an
Einstein to figure out what he intended to put where.

So I tentatively said "Ok."

He had me get up on my hands and knees, slipped off his
pants and underwear and got up behind me. I heard him spit
into his hand and rub more saliva into my already stretched
hole. He slathered his cock with more spit and pressed the
head of his hard cock against my opened brown eye. He said,
"push out" I did and he began to enter me.

Here I was, a hot, horny, half drunk teenager with a man I
fantasized about and I was more than ready. I really
wanted this man's cock inside me and have him cum in me.

He told me to push back slow and easy. "Don't try to hurry
or force it. If it gets uncomfortable or hurts stop."

I started to push back and began to slowly open and stretch
around his pole. God! He had had four fingers in me but his
tool felt even fatter. I was determined. I just applied
enough pressure to keep spreading open around his fuck-pole
and it finally started to go in. Damn! He was thick.

I did as he said and went very slowly; soon I thought I had
about five inches up my butt. I was beginning to think about
length but then remembered that there are about forty feet
of intestines so it wouldn't matter how long it is.

He kept encouraging me by telling me "Your doing great."
"Just go slow." "You can do it." "It's working." "It feels
great." "Your ass is so hot." and I really wanted to do this
with him. He then told me a lie. He said it was almost all in.

There must have been at least seven more inches to go.

Soon there was a place that it felt like I just couldn't
push it past. I relaxed as much as I could and pushed a
little harder. Something shifted inside me and I felt it
start moving up into me again. I was so streached but in a
good way. I kept thinking God! His cock is big but I wanted
it so bad I could taste it.

It took almost twenty minutes until I felt his stiff, wiry
pubic bush against the cheeks of my ass and it felt like he
was at least twelve inches up my poop chute.

When it was all the way in he leaned forward sliding his
hands along my sides and around to my nipples and began to
pinch and pull at them. He whispered, "Tell me what it feels
like."

All I could think to say was "BIG!"

"Do you like it, Mark?" He asked.

 "Oh Yes!" "It's just that I now know what a turkey feels
like when it's been stuffed for Thanksgiving". We both
laughed. Jeeezzz! That felt weird.

He told me, "You feel so hot inside and as smooth as
velvet. Is this the first time you've been fucked?"

I told him, "Yes". I had a friend I jerked off with. A couple
of times we had jerked off each other but that was it. His
cock had been deep inside me for at least ten minutes. I felt
full and glad I agreed to let him fuck me. He was still working
my tits and talking softly in my ear telling me how good it felt
for him and he hoped I was enjoying it.

At last he straightened up, put his hands on my hips and told me
to pull forward a little and then push back.

I did.

It felt strange having something so big moving inside me.
He told me to do it again a little farther. I pulled off
about two inches then pushed back onto his dick, then again
a little farther. It was feeling great! I was being fucked
by a handsome man and it really felt great! I kept doing it.

I liked this a lot and hoped it would never stop.

He let me slide back and forth on his smooth, fat shaft for a
few minutes, each time pulling off a little more and forcing
more of his big cock into me, moving slowly, enjoying the feel
of him in me and rubbing that spot that seemed to send incredable
heat through me then he pulled my ass back tight against him.

He explained we would try to lie on our sides with his back
against the back of the seat.

We slowly moved into this position, me, spooned against his
belly and chest, Him, with his arms around me. Then he told me
to start moving like I was before. Then he started moving too.
I would pull forward as he pulled back and push back when he
pushed his big cock into me. His huge dick was pushing into
me again and again. I was pushing back harder trying to force
his tool farther in each time. I wanted to feel it deeper
and harder and faster.

We started a rhythm going. By making me hold still with his
huge sex organ inside me I had gotten used to his size. Then
with the small movements I had gotten used to having him
moving inside me. Now he was teaching me to really enjoy
being fucked.

After about five minutes of this. He decided to change
positions again. This time he partially sat up and bent my
left leg up toward my chest then lifted it over his head as
he got over me and I was forced onto my back. He told me to
put my legs around his waist.

He leaned forward and kissed me again. As he did his large
piece of meat went back into me deeply. Deeper than before
and he lowered his weight onto me. I put my arms around
his strong, muscular back and he started to slowly pull out
until only the head was held inside my sphincter. Then he
pushed his entire length back into me.

He did it again. Pulling almost out then pushing the full
length back in. I started working with him. He was taking long
slow strokes. It was driving me crazy. I wanted more. He started
to go faster and harder. He soon was pounding his huge sausage
into me and I was forcing my ass up against his pubic bone as hard
as I could. I could feel his chest hair rubbing my hard,
erect nipples raw. His lips were kissing my neck, my face, my
lips, his hands holding my shoulders as his cock was driven
into my hungry ass over and over each time rubbing over that
spot that sent hot chills through my body.

I could feel his large heavy eggs banging against the end of
my spine as my own felt like I would cum at any second. I
could feel his sweat on my chest and belly and realized that
I was slippery with sweat too. My cock was rubbing against
his six-pack, lubricated by my flowing pre-cum and tickled
by his treasure trail.

I started to pray that he would fuck me forever. Our breathing
was becoming more ragged and our mouths more demanding.
"Please Tim don't stop". "Just keep fucking me Tim.
"Fuck me Tim." I was like a broken record. His huge meat
sliding in and out of my ass was giving me incredable pleasure.
"Tim, push it in deeper." "Fuck me, Tim" I was screaming now.

He suddenly pushed hard into me as deeply as he could and
I felt the first hard rush of his thick man juice
hit the walls of my ass lining, then another, when I felt
the third I started to cum. I had never cum like that. It
was as if my soul were pouring out of my cock.

We lay still for some time as our breathing returned to
normal and our heartbeats slowed. His lips searched for mine
and we kissed long and tenderly. When our lips parted he
asked, "How old are you?"

I told him, "Fifteen. How old are you?"

"I'll be thirty in two months." He answered.

"Are you Ok, Mark?" he asked.

I answered, "Yes, I think so. I just can't believe you made
me cum like that."

He kissed me again and then asked, "Really? you came?"

"Wasn't I supposed to?" I asked

"You sure were." He said and kissed me again.

"I'd like to fuck you again, Mark." He whispered.

"Ok" I said, wiggling my ass, still stuffed with his
slightly less stiff penis.

He chuckled, "I didn't mean right now."

He started to ease his big schlong out of my over filled
ass. I squeezed tight to prevent him from escaping but he
slowly slipped out of me. He handed me a hand towel he got
from somewhere and told me to wipe up while he pissed. He
opened the car door and backed out as a cold blast of damp
air rushed in. He left the car door open and I could hear
him pissing in the weeds just outside. It sounded like he
was going to drown the world but it finally eased up, then
stopped.

I cleaned up as best I could and climbed back over into the
front seat and started to dress. I heard the back car door
slam shut.


He had his pants on when he got in the front seat and put
his shirt, socks and shoes back on. I said, "I never got
to see or touch your dick."

"Next time." He said.

He told me he worked for a small company in Manhattan, but
comes to the factory here in town to go over the books the
last Thursday of every month and stays overnight. Then goes
back to Northern New Jersey, where he lives, Friday
afternoon.

He said "Mark, I'm sure glad I ran into you tonight. Can we
get together the next time I'm in town?"

"Sure!" I said, He turned the overhead light on and I wrote
my name and phone number down on the card he handed me.

He dropped me off at the grade school, just a short walk
from my house in plenty of time to be home by nine o'clock.
I said goodbye with a kiss and a promise to be ready when
he called the last Thursday in April.

As I lay in bed that night with a throbbing ass full of cum
and thinking of Tim, I couldn't believe how lucky I was to
meet him.

I saw Tim once a month for the next eighteen months.
I'll tell you more about him some other time.

TO BE CONTINUED