Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2005 12:44:02 -0000
From: non de plume <czykguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: BOYLOVER'S TALES - TIMMY Part 1

                        BOYLOVER'S TALES - Timmy Part 1
                                by Czykguy 2002

     I first met Tim or Timmy when he was seven years old. I was returning home
from the paper-shop with my morning paper that I had picked up late. I noticed
a young lad on a bike, wobbling all over the pavement and was doing my best to
avoid him, when he suddenly tipped over, right outside my front gate. I
naturally hurried over to see if he was injured in anyway and to help pick him
up and render First Aid if necessary.
     He was lying on his side with the bicycle on top of him. He was attempting
to clutch his knee and was crying softly.
     "Are you all right?" I enquired, watching closely with all my first aid
training.
     The boy looked up at me with wetly gleaming eyes, "I'm hurt," he said
resentfully and tried to move the bike away.
     "Here," I added, "let me help with that," and I carefully eased the bike
off him. As I did so he moved slightly and I found myself looking straight down
the side of his wide shorts to the small bulge of his genitals that were
tightly encased in white briefs. He lay still, his arms crossed over his
injured knee and only accentuating his gaping shorts that gave me an enticing
view of his small package.
     "Can you get up?" I asked hoping that all he wanted to do was lie there.
     "I, I, I think so," he uttered mournfully and to my disappointment,
managed to sit up. On closer inspection his knee proved to be slightly grazed
but there were signs of dirt in the injury and I felt obligated to offer
further help, especially if it meant I could get a clearer view of his youthful
package.
     "Hmm," I said knowledgeably, "this needs proper cleaning. Is your home
very far?" I added hoping that my own house was the nearer.
     "No," he said, "I live here," and pointed to the house next door to mine.
     I was not one to take much notice of my nearest neighbours. The house was
owned by an absentee landlord, there had been a succession of varying tenants
and it was difficult to keep up with the changes. Amongst the lessees in the
past had been a number of boys within the chain, but apart from the odd head
nodding acknowledgement in the garden and at the gates I had up till now had no
direct contact with any of my neighbours.
     Carefully I helped the boy to his feet. At his first step however he bent
over with pain. Concerned I picked him up and settled him comfortably in my
arms and strode towards the door. I managed to knock on the door but there was
no answer.
     "It's open," the boy said, "mum left it open so I could get in easily."
     I gently pushed at the door and it slowly sung open.
     "Hallo," I called out, "is, is anyone there?"
     "Mum's painting," the boy said, "she might be in the garden shed, where
the paint tins are kept."
     Cautiously I entered the hallway, doing my best to avoid knocking the boy
against any walls. We entered the kitchen and I placed the boy on a chair.
Again I called out but again there was no reply. I turned to look at my charge
thinking that perhaps the best thing was to deal with him when the sound of a
door opening came from behind me.
     I turned to find a young woman standing there with an obvious look of
concern on her face. She was wearing heavily paint-splattered clothes and was
carrying in her hands a large tin of paint and a paintbrush.
     "What the...?" she began to say when the boy interrupted her.
     "Mum, mum I fell off my bike and this man helped me. I hurt my knee and he
says it has to be looked at. I think he's a doctor, do I have to go to
hospital?" he sobbed excitedly.
     "Oh Timmy," his mother spoke, "are you badly hurt?" and she put down the
paint and brush and stepped forward.
     "Mum," Timmy shouted waving his leg to avoid her paint covered hands,
"Yeuck!"
     "Oh dear," she said looking around for something to wipe her hands on.
     "Can I help?" I said and moving down beside Timmy carefully held out the
injured knee for her to inspect. "As you can see it's only a slight graze but
there are signs of dirt in the wound so it ought to be cleaned with antiseptic
or something. I have had some first aid training." I added.
     She looked at me. "Who are you?" she asked.
     "Oh, excuse me," I replied, "I'm David, actually I'm your next door
neighbour. I was just getting my paper when this lad, sorry Timmy fell off his
bike in front of me. I helped him up and brought him in, he explained the door
was open and he wasn't steady on his feet, so I carried him."
     "Oh," she said looking first at me then at her son. "Oh dear," she
continued, "I, I, I'd better do something about your knee. Now where's that
paint rag, Oh dear I've left the turpentine in the shed." she began to panic.
     "Excuse me," I interrupted, "perhaps it would be easier if I helped. Can
you show me where your iodine or witch hazel is kept. I have to say that my
hands are likely to be quicker and easier to clean than you own."
     Timmy's mother looked from her hands to my face and Timmy's knee and then
shrugging her shoulders said, "Follow me." I followed her to a cupboard at the
end of the room where she pointed, "In there."
     Inside I found a cardboard box filled with an assortment of medical
supplies and amongst them was a bottle of witch hazel. Carefully I cleaned the
slight graze, which was showing signs of clotting and then told Timmy.
     "Now young man I'm going to put this medicine on your knee. It will, I'm
afraid sting very much but it'll make it better, even though at first it will
hurt. Now your mother and I need you to be brave, so get ready and steady
yourself."
     As I said this Timmy's mother who had now managed to cover her hands with
some clean looking rags sat beside him and held him tight. Timmy grabbed one of
her arms, squeezing it very hard as I dabbed the injury with the stinging
liquid. Satisfied it was clean I sat back on my heels and looked up at the boy
and his mother.
     Timmy now relaxed as the stinging sensation eased and the beginnings of a
smile began to appear at the corners of his mouth.
     "I was very brave, wasn't I mum?" he questioned.
     "Yes dear," she whispered as she carefully smoothed her ragged gloved hand
across his back. "I'm very proud of you, now you must thank the kind gentleman
for looking after you." she said smiling at me.
     "Thanks mister," said Timmy, "does it look bloody? Will I have to go to
hospital?"
     As he spoke he pulled up his leg with his hands, causing his shorts to
once again gape open and giving me another glance at his white covered package,
which moved slightly as he adjusted his leg so he could see his knee.
     "Careful now," I said, "it's healing up quite nicely now, so don't move it
too much and break the skin," I told him and then speaking direct to his mother
added, "I think it will be fine now. It will probably bruise now and the knee
will be a bit stiff tomorrow but once he starts running about or," I smiled at
her, "riding his bike, it will loosen up and he will probably forget about it.
It's really only a small graze."
     "Thank you," she said, "I must apologise for the mess. We've only just
moved in and Timmy's been dying to finally ride his bike. We were in a flat
before and there was really nowhere for him to play. I did think that he would
be safe just out on the street but he has not really ridden a bike properly
before."
     "Don't be silly," I said, "I was only to glad to be of help and as for
bike riding I think I may have a solution."
     "Oh really," she replied.
     I explained that my niece and nephews when they were younger had often
biked around the streets and in my shed I had some stabilisers that would help
Timmy balance on his bike. I would take his bike with me and put them on. It
was unlikely that he would want to ride again today and the bike would be ready
the next day for him to use.
     The next day I duly presented Timmy with his altered bike and before he
got on was required to inspect his wound and confirm that he was well enough to
ride. Again I was offered a slight glimpse of his white briefs and then as
Timmy rode, balanced, up and down the street I shared a cup of tea with Sue as
Timmy's mother had now become. As he gained confidence in his riding skills we
offered praises as he gained speed until I stepped in to slow him down as he
was now in real danger of falling off again.
     The next couple of days I was busy. I was fortunate enough to earn a
living from writing and I had a commission to fulfil so I was absorbed in my
current project and to a certain extent oblivious to my surroundings. I had
reached a point in my essay where I needed to double check some facts and went
upstairs to my library to do some research. As I was pottering amongst my
papers I heard the sound of children laughing and took a look out of the
window.
     In the garden next door I could see a small paddling pool, half filled
with water and the sound of voices laughing. As I watched two small figures
carrying buckets of I assumed water approached the pool and tipped the water
in. Giggling they scampered back to the house to repeat the task. I moved
closer to the window to get a clearer look and discovered that Timmy and his
friend looked like they were only wearing their underpants. I immediately
hurried downstairs to my garden, thinking hard for some reason to be there.
     I decided that I would get a garden fork from the shed and look like I was
gardening, hoping that I would get a much closer look at the two boys next
door. As I approached the shed door however Timmy shouted my name.
     "Mister, mister Dave," he called.
     I turned around. Timmy was jumping up and down waving at me over the
fence. I crossed over to where he was waiting and looked over. Timmy I
discovered was not only in his white briefs, he was in wet ones that clung to
his skin and in some areas the water had made them semi transparent. Sadly it
was not in the genital area which had a double layer of cloth, but the cloth
did cling tightly to his skin and clearly outlined his thin cock and slight
balls.
     "Look mister, look. My knee, it's better." Timmy danced about.
     "So I see," I smiled back and taking advantage of the situation asked,
"let's see how much better?"
     Smiling Timmy moved closer so that I could examine his knee. Up close I
had a much clearer view of his genital area where despite the bunching of his
briefs I was able to clearly see the outline of his cock. It was to me an
arousing sight and I drank in the; to me, beauty of the sight.
     "Feel," insisted Timmy and I gladly put my hand out and began to stroke
his smooth skin, it felt wonderful and I began to stroke his bumpy graze with
slight circling motions which made Timmy giggle.
     "Tickles," he said and then thrusting his leg forward instructed, "do it
again."
     Happily I obliged and began widening my circle reaching further up his leg
when Timmy suddenly turned away. "This is Garth, my cousin," he said.
     I looked up to see his companion now identified as his cousin. He was
slightly taller than Timmy and more dark-haired. Like Timmy he wore wet
clinging white briefs and I was also able to see his genital area, his cock
appeared smaller than Timmy's. He was carrying a bucket of water, which he put
into the pool and then came over.
     "Hallo," he said.
     "This is Mister David," Timmy explained, "he's the man that mended my
leg."
     "What's he doing now. I thought your leg was mended?" said Garth.
     Timmy giggled, "He's tickling me. Come on it's nice."
     Timidly Grant came closer and stuck out his leg. Carefully I put out my
other hand and began to stroke both of them, lightly. Soon the pair were
giggling together and then they fell back on the grass rolling about laughing.
I drank in the sight of their semi naked bodies, delighting in the occasional
sight of their genital areas, especially when they lay back with their legs
stretched wide. After this they got up and went jumping around in the pool,
water splashing everywhere. I watched them happily thoroughly enjoying the
sight as they jumped in and out of the pool, their briefs slipping slowly
further and further down their cute bums as they soaked up more and more water.
     Sue and her sister in law who was introduced as Molly now appeared and we
had a small chat over the fence. The boys continued to run around and the water
in the pool grew less and less. Finally Sue called them in and I returned to my
research.
     I saw them intermittently over the next few days but the weather was not
warm enough for Timmy to repeat his pool splashing session. It appeared that
Garth had only been there for the one day and I was again deep in my current
task and again became oblivious to my young neighbour. It was as I left the
house one morning to get my paper that I met Timmy cycling up and down the
pavement. He cycled beside me to the corner of the street and turned around and
began cycling back. On my way back I noticed that his balance was much better
and suggested that perhaps he was now able to ride unaided. Entering the house
I got out my tools and in a matter of minutes I had removed the stabilisers.
Sue came out to watch as Timmy finally managed to cycle unaided and we
applauded him as he managed to ride up and down the pavement without having to
stop to balance himself. Excited he got of his bike and I ruffled his soft hair
as we congratulated him. Sue said that,"his father will be very pleased to hear
of Timmy's achievement."

     That evening unexpectedly the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find
Timmy standing there with Sue and a man who I correctly assumed was Timmy's
father Andy. He shook my hand and thanked me profusely for my help in getting
Timmy to ride his bike. He was having to work hard to keep the family going and
at that time was finding it difficult to find time for Timmy and Sue as well as
decorate and furnish the house. Timmy then presented me with a small parcel
that turned out to be a box of chocolates that I insisted we all shared. I was
then invited to share their evening meal. At first I declined but Timmy
insisted and I felt obliged to join them.
     In the end I found I had a pleasant time. Sue turned out to be a more than
adequate cook, and the meal, though unexciting was good wholesome fare and I
felt more than replete. I also enjoyed the conversation, something that was
often missing in my solitary existence. At my insistence I was allowed to join
Timmy in the washing up process, something that Timmy usually avoided and we
had great fun washing and drying and putting away the dinner crockery.
Afterwards I joined Andy for another cup of coffee whilst Timmy got ready for
bed and we were discussing our favourite authors when he came down freshly
bathed in his pyjamas and dressing gown to say goodnight. He sat on my lap for
a short time and then I was delighted when he gently kissed me goodnight. He
tasted of peaches and cream.
     "Can Mister David put me to bed?" he asked as he was about to go up.
     "Oh I don't know about that," I said, "I don't want to upset your normal
routine. Surely your father would want to settle you?"
     At this Sue laughed, "Not a chance," she smiled, "if Andy puts him to bed
the pair of them wind each other up and then no-one gets any sleep. Come on now
David up to bed you go," turning to me she added, "you can help me settle him.
I know my Timmy and if you don't come up then I won't hear the last of it."
     I duly followed them up the stairs to Timmy's room. Once inside Timmy took
off his dressing gown and knelt down to say his prayers. Sue then pulled back
the bedclothes and Timmy climbed in. As he did so I caught a small glimpse of
his open pyjama bottoms, a small flash of glowing pink skin. Sue quickly
settled Timmy and then turned to me, "Would you like to read to Timmy, he likes
to hear a page or two of his current book and then he goes off to sleep?" she
asked.
     "Sue, I can't do that, surely that is something that you and Timmy share,"
I remonstrated.
     "No really," she replied, "don't forget I do it every night and I'm sure
Timmy would like to hear a different voice for a change."
     "Yes. Go on Mister David," urged a now more awake Timmy, "please."
     I gave in, "All right, all right," I said, "I know when I'm beaten. Now
which book are we reading?"
     I began reading and after a short while Sue left us. I read the two
prescribed pages and then two more but Timmy showed no sign of going to sleep.
Concerned I asked, "Are you tired yet Timmy, do you feel like sleeping yet?
     Timmy raised himself up off his pillow, "No Mister David I don't," he
replied.
     "Well what shall we do?" I asked, "It's time you were fast asleep and I
don't want your mummy worried."
     "Would you like to see my leg?" he asked, "only it's got even better now.
You can hardly see the mark at all."
     "Okay," I said unable to believe what I was hearing and worried in case
Sue came back and found me in a more than compromising position, however the
temptation being offered was too great.
     Timmy sat up and pushed back the bedclothes and began to pull his pyjama
leg up. I watched carefully and again caught a second flash of pink skin
through his open fly. He was having difficulty in getting his pyjama leg up and
conscious of his nearby parents I suggested that he leave it and I could see
his leg tomorrow.
     "It's OK Mr David," he replied, "I know what to do," and before I could
stop him he had undone his pyjamas and pulled down his bottoms. "There," he
said, "see it's nearly fully healed." He lay back and put out his leg for
inspection.
     I looked. As he said the mark on his leg was almost non existent but my
eye was drawn further up his leg where at last I could see his little cock. In
lying back he had caused his pyjama top to ride up so that his belly downwards
was completely exposed. I put my hand out and stroked his leg the same way I
had previously when in the garden. As before he giggled and wriggled,
enthralled I put out my other hand and began caressing both his knees, slowly
working my way up his leg until finally I tickled him with one finger
underneath his cock, gently rubbing against his soft ball sac. He lay back with
a big grin on his face and at last I took his cock in between my fingers and
stroked it, gently pulling back the foreskin to expose his glowing pink tip.
His cock actually began to thicken and I reluctantly took my hand away and said
to him.
     "Come along now, this is not going to sleep. Pull up your pyjamas and
settle down. I am sure mummy will not be happy to find you up and about."
     Timmy sighed and then pulled up his pyjama bottoms and then frowned and
grabbed my hand.
     "Can you tie them up please?" he asked, "only I'm not good at that knot."
     Eagerly I leaned over and made a great show of tying him up and squeezing
him at the same time.
     "There," I said, "that's done."
     "Thanks," he said and raising his head slightly added, "Goodnight," and
once again treated me to another peachy kiss. I pulled the bedclothes up and
gave him one last squeeze before kissing him back and went downstairs to join
Sue and Andy for a last coffee before going home.

     I did not see either of my new neighbours for two weeks. I was very
immersed in my project and was again oblivious to external happenings. At last
I sat back at the pile of neatly typed pages and placed them in the secure
brown envelope before venturing out to the Post Office to send my work by
Registered Post. I stopped off at the paper shop to buy myself a celebratory
ice-lolly and walked home, sucking and licking and mentally whistling a merry
tune.  I noticed as I approached my own front door a young girl standing at
Timmy's door, ringing the doorbell. I politely nodded as I entered my own gate
and walked to my front door. As I raised my key to the lock the young girl
spoke.
     "Excuse me," she said, "do you know Mrs Merry? She lives in this house. "
The girl looked concerned.
     "Er, oh yes I know Sue," I nodded my head remembering their surname at the
last moment.
     "Well," the girl explained, "I'm Angie Evans. I'm supposed to babysit for
Mrs Merry tonight only I have to cancel, my mother has got to go out
unexpectedly and I have to look after my brother and sister so I can't look
after Timmy. I`ve been knocking for ages but it looks like no one is in and I
need to let her know about tonight."
     "I can lend you a pen and paper," I said, "you can leave her a note."
     Oh, thank you," she said, "I never gave it a thought that no-one would be
home. Thank you," she added.
     I went inside and found her a pen and some scrap paper. Quickly she
scribbled a note and smiling, thanked me again as she handed the pen back. She
waved goodbye as she left and I waved back.
     It was about an hour later that the doorbell rang. It was Sue.
     "You got the note then," I said.
     Sue nodded, "Yes," she said, "and thank you for your help. Angie said
you'd helped her out. Its just.." she hesitated, "Look I am so sorry," she
said, "but Andy and I have got to go out tonight, It's one of his clients and
we simply cannot cancel at such short notice. I was wondering if possibly you
could help us out by looking after Timmy tonight. I know its very short notice
but we really are desperate and there is n-one else I know who could possibly
help out." She added nervously, "I'd gladly pay you for your time."
     "Don't be silly." I said, "of course I'll help out and no question of
money, after that lovely meal the other night I feel I ought to be paying you.
Now what time do you want me to come around."
     The details concluded I went inside to have a bath and make myself ready
for the evening. Seven o'clock found me sat on their sofa with a pyjamaed and
excited Timmy sitting on my lap, we were trying to read but with Sue running
around half dressed in a bathrobe, giving out instructions and trying to get
herself ready at the same time was only making Timmy worse. Andy now wandered
into the room dressed in just his open shirt and briefs. I admired the full
bulge as he towelled his hair dry. I wondered if Timmy would take after him
when he grew up.
     "Sue," he said as he walked in, "where have you put my trousers. Oh hello
David," he spoke to me as he noticed me. He had been in the bathroom when I
arrived. I noticed he was comfortable with me dressed as he was and relished
the close up view of his bulge as he bent down to pick up the missing trousers
from the back of the sofa where they had fallen down after Sue had ironed them.
Finally they were out and on their way and I went over the list of instructions
regarding Timmy's bedtime which was already adrift. I looked at Timmy still
bouncing on the sofa and decided that bedtime was a long way off.
     "Come on you," I said, "no more bouncing or you'll make yourself sick.
It's time to quiet down and get ready for bed." I picked him up and sat him
back on my lap. He squirmed and squirmed.
     "I'm hot," he grumbled,"
     I agreed, he was radiating heat from jumping up and down and the room was
warm from his parents rushing to get ready. I carefully took off his dressing
gown and he wriggled it out from underneath him.
     "S'better," he said settling into my lap.
     I stroked his still damp hair and picked up his book, but he was soon
wriggling again. Exasperated I put the book down.
     "What am I going to do with you?" I asked picking him up and sitting him
down on my lap facing me. His pyjama fly opened and I could see his small cock
and balls. He looked down to where I was looking and said, "Do you want to look
at my knee?" and before I could reply he was up and pulling down his pyjama
bottoms.
     "There," he said, laying his leg across my lap for me to look at. I
examined his injury closely; there was no sign of his graze at all.
     "Fully healed," I pronounced and began to stroke his knee as before. He
giggled and I settled him back on my lap and began to caress his leg working
slowly up towards his cock. He trembled slightly as I touched it for the first
time but was soon relaxed against my chest as I stroked and stroked his now
hardening cock. He grumbled slightly as I took my hand away to remove his
pyjama top but soon settled down again, nude and hard, as I continued to stroke
him.
     I worked away rubbing him gently until at last he gave a little sigh and
shuddered gently. I laid him back on the sofa and leaned over him and kissed
him gently on his lips. He smiled and lay back limply as I kissed him down his
body until I reached his still hard cock. Gently I took the stiff cock into my
mouth, again he trembled slightly and I looked up to see him looking vacantly
at me from half lidded eyes. I began to suck him, enjoying the feel of his
young velvet soft skin and the texture of his young stiff cock. All too soon he
trembled again and I caught the look of pleasure cross his eyes. I leaned up
and gently kissed him again.
     "Open wide," I whispered slowly forcing my tongue inside his now open
mouth. He let me lick his tongue and lay drowsily as I licked him all over.
     I now picked him up and also grabbing his pyjamas and dressing-gown took
him upstairs to his bed. He lay quiet on the bed sleepily looking up at me as I
got undressed. Naked I leaned over him and rubbed my slimy cock across his
face.
     "Open wide," I said again and slipped the tip of my leaking cock into his
mouth, gently moving it back and forth. To me he looked gorgeous with my cock
filling his little mouth.
     I now pulled back the covers and got into the bed beside him and held him
against me, rubbing my cock across his tummy and his own still stiff cock. I
laid him underneath me and carefully straddled him and began to fuck against
his tummy. When I finally exploded I covered his genital area with my heavy
lust load of sperm and then leaned down to lick it off him and suck his cock to
another climax. We lay there totally relaxed and he drifted off to sleep. I lay
beside him gently stroking his sleeping body, occasionally kissing him gently.
     After a time he moved gently and his eyes fluttered open and smiled at me
sleepily. I kissed him gently and began to stroke his hard cock again until he
shuddered gently in my hands. I altered my position and began to rub my once
again hard cock across his face and along his lips. I leaked and leaked until
he was gleaming wetly. As my climax neared I whispered again, "Open wide."
Obediently his mouth opened and I slipped my spunking cock inside. To my utmost
delight he managed to swallow some of my spunk before turning his face to one
side to cough the rest out. I carefully cleaned him up and then dressed him. I
now kissed him and went downstairs.
     An hour later I was back up beside him and sucked him again until he was
hard and again he dry climaxed. He lay asleep the whole time. I re-dressed him
and sated temporarily went back down to my chair and my thoughts.
     It was now very late, well past the eleven o'clock that Sue had expected
to be back by and I was just deciding whether to pay Timmy another visit when
the front door opened.
     "David," Sue whispered and more urgently "David."
     "I'm here," I replied and went to the front door. Outside I could see Sue
and a Taxi driver struggling with Andy who was obviously very drunk. I rushed
to help.
     "I'm so sorry," she was saying to the Taxi Driver, "Oh David, thank
goodness you're here. Andy was impossible. Terry his client kept giving him
these large cocktails and he ended up like this. He's got worse during the last
ten minutes in the taxi."
     I picked him up using my Fireman's lift and took him inside, leaving Sue
to placate and tip the taxi driver. Inside I carefully laid him down on the
sofa went to get a bucket in case he was sick. Sue was sat beside him
distressed as she checked him over. When she saw me she said. "David, I'm so
sorry to involve you with this. I've never had this problem with him before. I
know he likes to drink, especially at Christmas but I've never seen him this
bad before. It's all that rotten Terry's fault. If we didn't need his money so
bad," she stopped for breath.
     "Its alright," I said, "we've all done it; occupational habit of being a
man. Now do you want me to help bring him upstairs and put him to bed?"
     "To be honest," she said, "I don't think I want him in bed beside me and
I'm too tired to do anything about him and I'm very angry with him." She stood
up. "Oh was Timmy any trouble?"
     "No," I replied, "he was as good as gold and very obedient. Now do you
have a blanket or quilt I can cover Andy up with?"
     "Under the sofa," she replied, "it's a sofa bed. It used to be our bed in
our flat. It was all we could afford in those days. You just pull it out here."
     "Okay," I said, "leave it to me. I'll get him settled."
     She turned to leave and as she got to the door said, "Oh could you
possibly get his suit off him. It's the only good one he has and I don't want
to have to get it cleaned."
     "Leave it to me," I said.
     As I put Andy into a chair whilst I got the sofa sorted out I was aware of
noises upstairs as she went to bed. Finally after wresting with the unfamiliar
sofa bed I managed to get the bedclothes out from underneath and began to make
the bed up. Andy had now slipped down to the floor and I carefully eased him up
on the bed and began to remove his jacket. He was unhelpful, but at last I had
his jacket off. He lay stirring slightly as I removed his shoes and then I
wrestled him for his trousers. I hung his suit up on a hanger and then went
back to manoeuvre him into the bed. As I leant across him his shirt lifted and
I was face to face with his bulge, which looked even more inviting. I squeezed
him gently and he trembled slightly. I looked at his still face and was heavily
reminded of Timmy's face. There was no sound from upstairs so I seized the
moment and began to fully strip him.
     He now lay naked and comatose and I studied his muscular body. I preferred
young smooth hairless boys but a cock is a cock and this one looked nice. I
tentatively stroked the thick tube of flesh. He shuddered slightly and then his
cock rose hard and thick in seconds. I looked at the throbbing tube and began
to stroke it. It throbbed and pulsed in my hand and felt just as nice in my
mouth as I began to suck him hard. I was enjoying the huge hardness of him when
to my surprise he shuddered and ejaculated. Quickly I swallowed his spunk and
licked his gently deflating cock.
     To my surprise I found my head now being pulled up and I eased myself up
along Andy's body. I was now pressed against him and he began kissing me
fervently. I was also conscious that his cock was once again hard and pushing
against me. Andy now rolled himself on top of me and began thrusting himself
against me. I gently moved him away and quickly undressed. I edged back onto
the bed and once he was aware I was there he began to thrust against me again.
Enjoying the feeling of his hot body against me I carefully manoeuvred myself
so I was on top and began to manipulate his cock with hard strokes. At the same
time I rubbed my cock against his arsehole and gently began to insert the head.
Andy began to grunt a bit and moaned softly as my cockhead broke through his
spincter. Now fully inside him I began to fuck him gently, fantasising that it
was Timmy beneath me. He began to pant hard alcoholic soured breaths as I
fucked him and stroked his cock. Suddenly he tensed his arse muscles grabbing
at my heaving cock and he spurted another load of spunk. I continued to pound
his arse as he softened and then my own orgasm took over and I filled his
arsehole with my spunk.
     I lay across him sated until my cock was squeezed out of his arse, Andy
kissed me gently and held me tight. I smelled his maleness and found I was once
again hard. I eased his arms away and straddled him, gently rubbing my cockhead
across his kissing lips and slipping it into his mouth. He sucked it in and
began sucking me in earnest. I was surprised at how good a cocksucker he was
and then became aware he was once again hard. I swung myself around and we
sixty-nined until we both shot our loads, Andy beat me by about seven minutes.
     Afterwards I was once again bear hugged and kissed and then as his grip
relaxed he whispered, "Love you Ray." and drifted into a deep sleep. I lay
wondering who `Ray' was. Sleep however would not come so still alert, despite
the lateness of the hour I got up and was about to get dressed when the urge to
see Timmy again arose in my cock. Silently I made my way up the stairs and
entered his bedroom. I could clearly see him by the nightlight and quietly
crossed to the bed. I carefully eased the bedclothes back and eased his pyjamas
off. I leaned across his naked pliant sweet smelling body and bent down towards
my goal.


     To be continued.......