Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2013 13:12:47 -0500 From: aj williams <gaycartoonkid@hotmail.com> Subject: Tim Tied Timmy 3 Please donate and keep free speech alive! I've gotten so much feed back from so many of you and I love hearing form you. This truly is a work of fiction so I had no idea it would hit such a nerve. I'm glad you enjoy this story and look forward to hearing more feed back. As always, this is a work of pure fiction and should remain so. NEVER hurt a child! If it's not lawful for you to read this story where you live, or due to your current age, do not proceed. Tim Tied Timmy Chapter 3 I had a quick shower, and dressed quickly after my adventure with little Timmy, not bothering to dress save my white briefs as I liked to wonder around the cabin in just a pair of tighty whities. The sun was going down as me and Tim went out on the deck to watch the sunset. Tim pulled out his electric cig and began puffing away as we sat down in the lawn chairs facing the lake. "So....did you like my gift?" Tim asked. with that sly grin that makes me both hate and love him. "Oh man Tim... I can't believe I just did that!" I exclaimed. "I mean I practically...practically raped that kid!" Tim laughed. "Well yeah, but you know what they say about rape and the willing.!" "True, but I don't know man, I'm feeling a little guilty, what if I damaged him psychologically?!" I said. "Man you've been watching too many talk shows! You told me yourself your pastor used to suck you're little cock all the time and you're ok!" Tim pointed out. "Yeah, but that was sucking, not shoving his cock up in me till I screamed!" I said. "Well look man personally I normally wouldn't get a kid and do that stuff to em, but with this kid....well there ain't no use being careful with a scrambled egg.... if he's damaged, it happened way way before you, so don't worry man!" Tim said patting me on the back. "Guess he's been though a lot?" I asked. Tim paused, smoking his nicotine vapor and thinking intensely. "Yeah, but man look, the man who used him was no different than your pastor, just a good old Christian man that happened to have a weakness for boys and some kinky stuff in the bedroom, he's a good man really!" Tim said pleading his friends case. "If you say so Tim. But man this was indeed a hot night." I said. "Well it can be a hot weekend if you want it to be." Tim said, nudging me. "Yeah I know, my cock needs to refill and then we'll see where we're at. I always dreamed of having a lil one be my little bitch for a weekend, but I don't know how I feel now." I explained. "Well we've got him for the whole weekend, you can fuck him or not, if not I'll take him back to my place and have some fun with him." Tim said. "So what, his parents just let him go?" I asked. Tim shook his head. "no parents, just his....well I guess boyfriend is the word that comes closest." He explained. "What happened to his parents?" I asked. His face aglow in the setting sunlight Tim puffed on his cig a few times then began to explain. "Oh they're out there, but they don't care, they used to just drop him off at the guys house in exchange for some drug money, but after a while they just kinda stopped coming back to pick him up and he's been with him ever since." "Wow, and the guy just uses him like a little bitch?" I asked. "Well, he's not the first to be with him either, his parents passed him around a lot, so like i said, scrambled eggs. But don't get me wrong the kid is amazing, he's caring and sweet, and believe it or not, shy. And the guy loves him too, he wouldn't have let me bring the kid to you if he thought I was gonna do real harm to him. They're just like any other couple that's into this stuff expect one of them is a kid." Tim said. "Ok cool." I said, staring out over the water. I was still spent from the session I'd just had with Timmy and I decided to rest my eyes a bit and closed them for what seemed like just a few seconds. The next then I knew I was jolted by a blood curdling scream coming from the cabin. I looked around, it was dark, I had fallen asleep, and Tim was no where to be seen. I ran inside to see what was the matter and found Tim holding Timmy down on the bed as he thrashed around, kicking and screaming. Timmy's eyes were still shut, but he was fighting like crazy. "What the fuck?!" I asked Tim. "Happens sometimes, just some stuff from his past he's dealing with, he'll be fine!" Tim screamed. Timmy's eyes shot open but the screaming continued. He was fighting as if he didn't know where he was. "Timmy, it's Tim, you're ok buddy, you're ok, you're just up here in the woods with me and my buddy remember?!" Tim said. Timmy started coming around but was still shaking and scared. "Hand him to me." I said. Tim looked at me like I didn't know what I was getting into, but I insisted and Tim finally handed Timmy over to me. I went over to the computer desk and set down with him. Every muscle in his body was tight with fear. I searched through my favorites file and found the youtube video I was looking for. A little choir boy group called "Libera". They started singing and within the first few moments his muscles began to loosen as those voices sent by God washed over him. He melted right there in my arms and began to cry. I knew that cry, it wasn't a cry of pain or fear, but of feeling healing for the first time in a long while. "Soothing aren't they?" I said. He nodded, and nestled his head in my chest as he kept listening to them. After a few moments he turned and started to watch them. "He's cute." Timmy whispered through the tears, referring to a young soloist with long hair and a perfect angel face. "Oh I shouldn't have said that about a choir boy!" He said. "Relax, God gave em those beautiful faces to be enjoyed." I said, smiling at him. He smiled back. "You should have seen him a few years ago. He was so hot back then too!" I said. With that Timmy went back to being at ease and feel asleep in my arms.. I arranged the Libera concert to play on a loop, and laid him back in the bed. "Wow, never seen him calm down that fast!" Tim wishpered in amzment. "I just figured if it helped me through my anxiety attacks, maybe it would help him too." I whispered. Me and Tim lay on either side of him, me on the left. I turned out the light leaving a dim lamp on beside the bed. The three of us lay there, and let the heavenly voices of of those boys carry us to dream land. End of Chapter 3 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::: Chapter 4 The next morning I awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon sizzling on the stove. I opened my eyes, and to my surprise Tim was laying to my right. I looked over into the kitchen and there was Timmy, naked as the day he was born expect for an apron, cooking away at the stove. "Good morning Sir." He greeted me as I sat up. "Good morning Timmy." I replied. "Does Sir, like his eggs scrambled or the yolk unbroken?" He asked. "uhhhh...." i stumbled trying to get my brain to turn on. "...um scrambled...they're always more interesting then the untouched eggs." I said smiling. "Coming up sir!" He said, he said with a knowing smile. "Stop with the "Sir" stuff, I don't get off on it." I said. "Sorry Su....sorry...Tim's friend?" He said. It just occurred to me I never told him my name. I didn't feel like sharing in this situation actually. "Just call me buddy." I said. "Ok....Buddy!" He said smiling as he tossed the egg over adding a little salt and black pepper and other stuff I don't even know. I walked over to the bar that partly divided the kitchen from the rest of the cabin and sat in one of the stools. I bent over the counter watching him cook, his little buttocks clinching and relaxing. I started to get hard. The sun was barley up, and here I was getting hard as a rock watching little boy cook for me! He sat my plate on the bar. Fluffy eggs, with a side of crispy bacon and golden toast. I hadn't eaten like this since I moved out of my mothers house! I said a brief payer of thanks, not just for the food, but for allowing me to know this beautiful creature standing in front of me, then I bit into the egg. The eggs practically melted like buttery cotton candy in my mouth, so light and airy and just delicious! I turned to Timmy and gave him a big deep french kiss. As I pulled back he was left breathless, his eyes half open. "So you like my cooking?" He said laughing. "You make these eggs sing!" I said. Timmy smiled with a pleased look on his face. "Amazing cook, amazing fuck, amazing looks... where have you been all my life!" I shouted. Timmy shrugged his shoulder and smiled. I asked Timmy to sit with me while I ate, asking if he was going to eat, but he informed me he'd eaten already and wasted the dishes. He was indeed an amazing little rascal. He sat beside me and I asked him how he was liking his weekend so far. "I'm having a good time. I hope we'll do that some more, and maybe other stuff." He said smiling. "Are you sure? I mean after you woke up last night..." I said. "I just do that sometimes, but it's not cause of what you did." He said. "What your....Sir did?" I asked. He shuck his head 'no'. "Tie me up again, and maybe I'll tell you!" He said. "Only if you promise to to squirm and struggle like yesterday!" I said. Timmy smiled. I finished breakfast and Timmy put my dish in the sink for me. "Well, now I do have to get up cause I need to piss!" I said. "No you don't!" Timmy said, coming back over to me. I was still in my white briefs from the night before, and Timmy reached down and pulled the fly open, revealing my now semi hard cock. He wrapped his little mouth around it and I thought he was going to blow me, but he just sat there, and then I realized what he meant....I didn't have to get up to piss! I had a little trouble at first, but then the piss started flowing and Timmy let his mouth fill up and then gulped it down. The swallowing noise was so amazing! He was drinking my piss! Little cute, angelic faced Timmy was drinking my piss like a baby drinking milk from a bottle! Somehow pissing this way felt different, like my piss was being used for something better. Almost like the feeling of cumming! I drained into Timmy's mouth letting him swallow every last drop, it was clear he loved doing this. He was like a baby with a bottle, suckling contently. After the last drops tickled down his throat, I grabbed him up, and flung him over onto the bed climbing on top of him and ripping off his apron, I grabbed his little balls and squeezed them hard! He started screaming, waking Tim from his deep slumber. "Whoa, what the...!?" TIm said, as he rolled over and began to observe the sight in front of him. Timmy wiggled and struggled under my heavy frame as I increased the pressure on his little marbles. With my free hand I began to stroke my cock vigorously, letting the sound of little boy whimpers and cries guild me to what I knew would be a fast finish. Afraid I'd do real damage during the climax I let go of his balls and twisted his little nipple. He continued to moan and cry. "Little, faggot! Gonna paint you white!" I screamed, my breath getting quicker now, and my hand becoming a blur. "Oh shit, the money shot! Hold on hold on!" Tim screamed digging through blankets and clothing laying around trying to find his cam. But I was waiting for no one! I could feel the cum building and I moved further up, I wanted this to hit his face! I slapped his little balls a couple of quick times before returning to the twisting the nipple. The cum bubbled up, and with a feeling of electric shock, I began to squirt, like a water gun! Squirt, squirt squirt, across his chest, his face, in his cute mop of blond hair! All over his tiny body! I for the second time in 12 hours, collapsed on my prize. "Ah....fuck I missed it!" Tim screamed, as he fumbled to get the cam on, which he'd found at some point. I bent down and kissed little Timmy who was still sobbing. My tongue plunging deep into his mouth. His met mine and they wrestled inside his mouth for a few moments. As I pulled back he was already smiling.. I rolled over, spent once again. The sun was just now up over the water and already this little boy had drank my piss and been painted with my cum...it was going to be a full day! To be continued Feedback welcome email or Skype via: gacycartoonkid@hotmail.com