Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2009 14:04:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Timmy's Awakening

Timmy's Awakening
By
Storyguy22

   Another work of fiction. All usual disclaimers apply.

(1)

   The warmth of the intense orgasm lingered over fourteen year old Timmy's
slim young body. The splatters of his creamy ejaculate cooled slowly on his
smooth tummy and chest, and he idly slid his somewhat delicate fingers
through the slippery fluid, spreading it over his warm skin.

   Using his left hand, he reached up and back to fluff his pillow behind
his head, his longish light brown hair sweeping across his forehead. He
swiped at the errant bangs with his fingers, and then settled back onto the
pillow as he slowly lifted his right hand, bringing his sperm coated
fingers to his nearly pretty face. The acrid aroma of his discharge wafted
to his button nose, and he inhaled deeply, holding the breath as his senses
savored the unique scent. Releasing the breath, he slid out his tongue, and
licked delicately at the creamy nectar, his taste buds biting at the faint
flavor of bleach. He giggled quietly, relishing the nastiness of the act,
and then pushed all four fingers inside his mouth as he sucked
hungrily. For what had to have been the millionth time, Timmy closed his
eyes as he sucked his slimed fingers, and wished desperately that the tart
taste was from some other male, any male other than himself.

   It wasn't that Timmy disliked the taste of his own cum, far from it
actually, but the constant longing to finally know if that viscous batter
tasted different from one male to another was nearly driving the boy
crazy. Anymore it seemed that these sorts of thoughts plagued Timmy's every
waking moment, not to mention his impassioned dreams of the same subject
matter, and as his busy tongue eradicated that last of his cream, he pulled
his fingers from his lush mouth, and sighed loudly, a sultry pout forming
on his sweet face.

   Damn, he thought for the zillionth time, how much does it suck to live
in this rotten little town where it seemed like everybody around knew him,
and his family. It was all but impossible to have any sort of secret in a
town like this, and not only that, the vast majority of the red neck
population was the ultra-conservative type, steeped in religion and
tradition, and totally heterosexual in both life style, and principle. It
was for all of these reasons that poor Timmy was utterly frustrated, and
increasingly unhappy, and it was also the reason that his always frequent
horniness had recently pushed the boy to ever increasing masturbation
sessions, a vise that kind of tweaked at his staunch upbringing to the
point that it often caused him feelings of guilt, especially in the first
few moments following his urgent release. As though of its own volition,
Timmy's hand wandered across his silky smooth torso, and returned to fondle
his now flaccid penis, and his well spent balls that hung loosely in their
hairless pouch. He sighed deeply again, and let his mind wander, his
thoughts once more going to his recent deductions regarding himself, and
his dark desires.

   The understanding that he was gay had kind of crept up on young Timmy,
and simply the idea of that would have driven his parents to seek
assistance from clergy, if not out and out professional psychiatric
intervention in an effort to "cure" him of the malady. That parental
attitude only served to further Timmy's frustration, forcing him to behave
in ways he found unnatural to his instincts. It had all begun innocently
enough he supposed, at first only manifesting itself in a more than casual
interest in other boy's or men's bodies, and the compelling treasures they
carried between their legs.

   His first real awareness of his budding interest had come from
traditional "sleepovers," or summer camp trips where he had first
experienced an abundance of exposure to other boy's and men in only their
underwear, the brief little garments filled with a variety of curious
bulges and bumps that began to intrigue young Timmy to distraction. This
early interest had advanced when during the course of several spontaneous
skinny-dip sessions Timmy had, to his great joy, spent more than brief
amounts of time viewing other males totally naked, the heretofore mentioned
curious bulges and bumps behind white briefs being suddenly brought to full
on exposure, and to his mortification Timmy had quickly discovered that he
had absolutely no control over his own little boyhood which would instantly
go erect when confronted with such visual delights. On more than one
occasion he had found it necessary to quickly withdraw from such activities
as much as running away from such stimulating wonders as a pool, or
swimming hole full of naked males appalled him. It simply wouldn't do to be
noticed with an erection stemming from the site, not in this one-horse town
full of macho-ness.

   And so it was that as Timmy's deep attraction to other males continued
to grow to near obsession, so did his covertness. He struggled to restrain
his desires, saving the full release of his lustful urges to be enjoyed in
the privacy of his bedroom, or the bath. When around others Timmy strived
to appear just as macho as the other boys and men, even pretending to ogle
passing young girls the way his friends did when all the while his true
interest lay in a burning desire to explore and fondle the treasures hidden
between their legs.

    He shuddered, his mind suddenly going to a recent event wherein he had
very nearly succumbed to the burning temptation that had so frequently
haunted him for so long. The occasion he recalled happened the previous
weekend when he had accepted an invitation to sleep over at his good friend
Jason's house, and as the evening had grown late they had abandoned the
video games they endlessly played, and gone upstairs to Jason's room to get
ready for bed. Upon entering the room, Jason had closed the door, and then
promptly proceeded to undress until he was left wearing only his small
white briefs. Timmy forced himself not to stare at the delightful bulges
that pressed against the front of the snug garment as he shyly turned away
to remove his own clothes. When he got down to his own briefs he turned
back to find Jason sprawled on top of his double bed, his smooth and well
shaped legs splayed widely and his penis and the lump of his balls clearly
defined by the tighty-whities.

   Timmy felt an instant stirring at his own crotch as his small boyhood
began to inflate from the sordid thoughts that flowed through his mind as
he imagined hopping onto the bed, and burying his face in those snow white
undies while his tongue explored the narrow tube of flesh that he could so
clearly see. Forcing the lust from his mind, Timmy clamored onto the bed,
being ever so careful not to make any sort of direct contact with his
friend's nearly naked body. Stretching out, his skin actually seemed hot as
he struggled to keep himself still even though every fiber of his being
wanted to touch Jason, to cuddle close against his smooth body as his hands
searched out the contents of those little briefs. He inhaled a big breath,
willing the wicked thoughts from his brain, and the movement caught Jason's
attention, causing him to look directly at the now obvious tented boner
that pressed firmly at Timmy's briefs. Jason had giggled wildly, and
pointed, as he gleefully pointed out Timmy's erection, and he had teased
him about being a "fag-boy" who got hard from seeing another boy in his
undies. Timmy had tried desperately to laugh it all off, pretending that
Jason's near nudity had nothing to do with his condition, it simply
happened all on its own, frequently.

   This comment, of course, only served to generate a long discussion
between the two cute boys regarding the relentless occurrences of
erections, and of the best way to deal with them, to wit, frequent
masturbation. Timmy was so hard from this line of chatter that his penis
throbbed painfully, and it was all he could do not to grab it, and rub it
furiously. As it turned out, Jason apparently was of a similar mind, and he
had suddenly suggested that they turn off the lamp, and jack off together,
albeit in the dark. His heart hammering, Timmy had agreed to the idea, and
he had very nearly passed out from the abject excitement of the ensuing few
minutes as he rubbed his rigid boyhood while his swimming brain had focused
completely on the sounds of Jason rubbing his own scant inches away. The
temptation to reach over and grope his friend has been nearly overwhelming,
and it had taken every ounce of control Timmy could muster to not do just
that. Fortunately they had both quickly exploded in that manner so typical
of highly excited fourteen year olds before Timmy had caved in to his lust,
and as quickly as it had begun, the intense moment had passed. His
excitement sated, Jason had calmly passed Timmy some tissues to clean up
with while he took care of his own mess, and then rolled away, mumbling a
soft good night as he drifted off to sleep, leaving Timmy in his usual
state of disappointment.

   Shaking off his reverie, Timmy rolled out of bed, and quickly dressed in
some shorts and a tee shirt. He pulled on his tennis shoes, and then left
the house to go check out the nearby park, hopeful that he might find some
cute boys or men to check out. He wasn't disappointed in the effort as the
park had in fact been filled with boys playing shirts and skins hoops, and
Timmy spent a pleasant hour stealthily ogling their lithe bodies. Back
home, he ate dinner with his family during which his Mom had announced that
they would all be going to a family and friends gathering the following
Saturday to welcome home one of her cousins who was just returning from an
overseas tour with the military. Timmy suffered this news silently, these
family outings not high on his list of fun events, and then he repaired to
the privacy of his bedroom where he quickly stripped naked, and hastily
stroked his rampant prick to one more spurting before going to sleep.

   Somewhat sullen, Timmy sat quietly on the rear seat of the family car as
his Dad drove toward his Aunts home where the dreaded family gathering was
taking place. His parents being distracted by their idle chatter, Timmy
seized the opportunity to slip his fingers inside the loose leg of his
shorts to play with his penis and balls. The stimulation of course quickly
generated an erection, and Timmy stifled a giggle as he watched his penis
inflate and poke at the front of his shorts in a fairly obvious way. He
watched the back of his Mom's head carefully, wary of the possibility she
might look into the back at any moment and catch him with a boner, and his
fingers up his shorts as he toyed with it. So rapt was his attention he
failed to notice that they had reached their destination, and before he had
time to let his erection wilt, they wee parked, and his Dad was opening his
car door to let him get out. He felt himself blush as his Dad's gaze
dropped briefly to the tent in his shorts as he alighted, but he turned
quickly away, and went around the back of the car before his Dad could be
sure about what he saw.

   As he hurried around the car, Timmy literally ran headlong into a man
who had been passing by the other side of the car, and his slim body
bounced off the much larger hulk of the man, literally knocking the boy off
his feet. Looking up from the lawn, Timmy saw the source of his collision
bending down on a knee as he extended a wide hand toward him in an offer to
help him up. Timmy blinked several times as he stared at the smiling man,
the sharp handsomeness of his face causing a small tingle behind Timmy's
young balls. Reaching for the hand, he grasped it, and let out a small
squeak as the strong man suddenly yanked him to his feet. The strong hand
swiped at Timmy's back as the man brushed off his tee shirt, and then he
kneeled again as he fixed the most stunning blue eyes that Timmy had ever
seen in an eye lock with his own.

   "Gosh, young man...I am really sorry about that...I never saw you
coming...is everything alright?" inquired the smiling man.

   Timmy nodded, finding it difficult to get a breath as he stared at the
very good looking man, and he wondered why he had never seen him anywhere
before. The guy actually was very nearly the personification of one of
Timmy's recurring sexual fantasies, the one where he often visualized
steamy sex scenes between himself and a man who looked very much like the
one that was now smiling at him as he waited for an answer to his
question. Gathering himself, Timmy nodded again, and replied,

   "Yea...I'm good...my fault actually...I was kind of in a hurry."

   Chuckling, the man took a long slow look at Timmy, those blue eyes
traveling over his slender frame from head to toe, and back again. Timmy
imagined that the man's eyes had lingered briefly at his crotch, but he
knew that was just wishful thinking, but not to miss his own opportunity,
he let his own gaze settle briefly on the crotch of the man's shorts. Oh
my!

   "Well, okay then...if you're sure you're okay...I'm Rob by the
way...Jan's cousin from the Army...sort of the guest of honor for the day
I'm told...and you are...?...or should I just call you "pretty-boy"...that
would certainly be a fitting name for you!"

   Timmy blushed furiously at the remark, but at the same time he loved it,
wishing with all his heart he could let this stunning man call him
pretty-boy, or anything else he might like to call him. Still blushing,
Timmy grinned his mega-watt smile, and answered,

   "Um, I'm Timmy actually...and I guess maybe me and you are sort of
cousins too...I mean...because Jan is my Mom...!"

   Timmy could have sworn that Rob's sky blue eyes once more dropped to
ogle his crotch, and he felt his penis thicken under the piercing gaze, no
matter its brevity. Rob settled his gaze on Timmy's eyes again, and
extended his hand once more as he said,

   "Really...?...wow...if I had any idea that I had such a pretty-boy
second cousin around here, I would have been around a lot sooner...and more
often as well...glad to finally meet you, Timmy...hum...I think I actually
like pretty-boy better...can I use that when no one is around?"

   Timmy's penis went stiff, and for some weird reason he didn't even care
if Rob noticed it...in fact he hoped he did notice it, and he blushed some
more as he shrugged as he said softly, taking the large, warm hand in his
much smaller one,

   "I'm glad to meet you too, Rob...and yea, sure...call me whatever you
like...if nobody else hears, I mean...!"

   Rob chuckled, and continued to hold Timmy's delicate hand as his thick
fingers kind of crawled over his soft skin, and his balls felt electric
jolts as Rob continued to stare at him like he was Sunday dinner.

   "Ok then...pretty-boy it is in private...and is it Tim...or
Timmy...otherwise?"

   Giggling softly, Timmy replied,

   "Timmy..."

   "Alrighty then Pretty-Boy Timmy...we got that worked out, so how about I
buy you a Coke or something...there is a whole big tub full of sodas right
over there...?"

   Timmy nodded, and then walked after the man who still held his hand as
they walked over to the soda tub. Rob reached down and picked up a soda and
handed it to Timmy, and then fished out another for himself. Still holding
onto Timmy's small hand, he led him to a table where they sat down side by
side, the man's hairy leg making contact with Timmy's hairless calf. Rob
launched into an easy conversation with the boy, asking about his life,
school, all manner of things while Timmy quietly supplied answers, his
attention focused on the strong leg pressed against his while his penis
pulsed inside his shorts. He wasn't sure exactly what was happening here,
but he was definitely sure that had this amazing man suggested that they
sneak away from the party and find a place to get naked together, he would
have been all over it in a heartbeat. This was the man he had dreamed of
forever, and he dared to let himself think that the lustful feeling might
just be mutual...what he needed was some way to test that sense to be
sure. Golly, he sure hopped that the vibe he was getting from Rob was what
he hoped it was!

   Eventually the two were drawn into the party general, but as the day
passed Rob never let Timmy get too far away, and at every opportunity for a
private few seconds he winked at the boy, and whispered, "Pretty-boy.."
Timmy was elated, his young mind reeling with possibilities, and the day
and evening seemed to fly by. Finally, his parents began making their
goodbyes, and as his Mom collected him to head to the car, Rob joined them
as they walked toward it. He dropped one arm around Timmy's shoulders, and
pulled him close as he addressed Timmy's Mom, saying,

   "Hey Jan...your boy here talks quite the story about his stellar skills
at playing catch...this I need to see for myself...any problem with my
collecting him tomorrow for an afternoon at the park so he can put his
money where his mouth is?"

   Timmy's heart jumped, and that weird tingle jolted his balls again as he
held his breath, waiting for his Mom to answer.

   She laughed, and nodded as she said,

   "Sure, Rob...that would be great, actually...that is if you're sure you
want to spend your brief time off with my boy."

   Hugging Timmy tighter still, rob chuckled and said,

   "Absolutely sure, Cousin...any kid who talks a game of ball like he does
needs to back it up...how does around 10:00 in the morning sound to you
Pre...Timmy?"

   Timmy grinned widely, and looked up to once more flounder in those sky
blue pools as he nodded, and answered,

   "Cool...sure...10:00 works...I'll see you then...oh, and get lots of
rest tonight...you might just need it tomorrow!"

   Rob winked, a slight smirk crossing his face as he said,

   "Promises, promises...okay Buddy...tomorrow then..!"


   With that, Rob let go of Timmy, and he suddenly felt weak as he watched
the man walk away, and as his Mom nudged him into the back of the car, he
settled in, and dropped his hand into his lap, his fingers closing around
his swollen penis. This, he decided, was going to be a very long
night...and hopefully...an awesome tomorrow!

(To Be Continued)
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