Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2004 07:32:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Tim Mead <timmead88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Friends of Dr. Tim, ch. 2

The following fictional narrative involves sexually-explicit erotic events
between men.  If you shouldn't be reading this, don't.

In the world of this story, the characters don't always use condoms.  In
the real world, you should care enough about yourself and others to always
practice safe sex.

The author retains all rights.  No reproductions or links to other sites
are allowed without the author's consent.

This is another chapter in what I have called an alternate universe series.
Readers who want to know what "really" happened to Tim and the
"Brotherhood" should concentrate on the chapters posted in "Dr. Tim and the
Boys."  Chapters posted as part of the series "Friends of Dr. Tim" will
always involve characters from the main series, and they will deal with
things that "might" have happened to those characters . . . but didn't.
For an account of the "real" New Year's Eve party at Cedric and Tim's
house, see "Tim and Boys," chapter 38.  The account below is purely
fantasy.

Special thanks to Patrick for several helpful suggestions here, to Tom W.,
my patient, hardworking editor, and to Mickey, Evan, and Ash.

timmead88@yahoo.com


Chapter 2: What Really Happened on New Year's Eve

That guy who uses my name to write stories about my friends and me, the one
who goes by the screen name timmead88, has, because he's imposing his own
values onto my story, considerably distorted the picture.  I've been
described, as a result of his warped telling of the events, as "naive to a
fault."  He makes me look like some sort of saint.  It may come as a
surprise to some of that Tim's readers to learn I'm not a saint.  Nor do I
have the commitment to monogamy he attributes to me.  He's so far in the
closet he squints in the daylight, so I told him I'd announce to everyone
what his real name is if he didn't post my version, the true version, of
what happened on New Year's Eve, 2002.

I shouldn't want anyone to think I don't love Cedric.  He's a sweet boy.
If he weren't so sexy and so easy to live with, my life for the nine months
or so previous to New Year's Eve 2002 would have been much lonelier.  I'd
have gotten rid of Amy eventually anyway.  She's a jealous, possessive
bitch.  My experience with women, which, face it, was never all that
extensive, suggests that they use men's need for their cunts to make us do
whatever it is they want us to do.  Readers of the other Tim's story may
recall that even he, despite his general obtuseness, managed to get that
part of the story right.  Amy decided at a certain point that the sex we'd
been having, steamy and satisfying though it may have been, was somehow no
longer on the agenda.  The bitch decreed that I was cut off until we were
married.  Of course, she was cut off, too, but then I don't think it's the
same with women.  They seem to enjoy sex, but they can live without it in
order to advance their plans, whatever those may be.

I beg the reader's pardon.  All of this is mere preamble.  The other "Tim,"
the moralistic and somewhat inhibited one, has presented an account of the
party at my place on New Year's Eve.  I call it my place.  After all,
Cedric is only paying half the rent.  He'll be graduating in May, 2003, and
going on to law school.  I'll have to come up with the money for all the
rent after that, unless I can find another roommate.

I had to let Ced in on the plans for the party, of course.  If he hadn't
been willing to go along, I'd have had to abort the entire thing, probably.
His friends--our friends--would never have gone along with the idea of an
orgy if Cedric had been opposed.  It was going to take some persuasion
anyway, especially with Max.  I knew, moreover, that Trey still hankered
after me, and I can't say the feeling was not reciprocated.

Rodney and Francis were ciphers in the equation; I suspected, however, that
Francis had hardly lost all interest in his former lover, and I also
suspected that Rodney, who was perhaps more complex than anyone in the
group, would have some curiosity about his current lover's former
boyfriend.

I surmised that David of the fabled harem pants and the egregious hair
would be no problem.  I had never been convinced of the depth of his
attachment to my old friend; thus I was hardly astonished when he agreed to
go along.

The other Tim Mead, the usurper of my name, the fuzzy-brained idealistic
one, has established in his series that Mark and Lori, Steve and his
"Becca," wouldn't be there.  Actually, the plan for the orgy wouldn't have
worked if the two straight guys had been there.  Or at least I had trouble
imagining two straight couples being there while eight men got it on in
various combinations.  Although, I must say, I've sometimes wondered about
Lori . . . .

That myopic Tim has also mentioned, as I recall, the absence of Kent,
Geoff, and Philip because of other commitments.  Too bad.  They're all
sexy, and Philip is just enough of a bad boy to be particularly intriguing.

Those of you who have managed to read all thirty-whatsis chapters of the
Usurper's series will know which of the "Brotherhood" has not so far been
mentioned in this account.  Oh, come on!  Think!

That's right.  You've guessed it.  The Oaf!

I needed the help of Chaz Greeley.  Those of the other Tim's readers who
can't stand Chaz will not be surprised when they read that I needed him to
carry out my plan.  He and Trey were supposedly in a monogamous
relationship, a relationship that was severely tested during the autumn
when he pulled that prank at Stefan's.  Yes, the Usurper got that story
right in essence, despite his general tendency toward inaccuracy and sloppy
mawkishness.  But the plan which I proposed appealed to Chaz's devilish
nature, and he readily agreed to help me.  Little did he know what was in
store for him.

I must give credit where it is due.  The account provided by #88 in chapter
38 of his series is accurate up to midnight.  I hasten to protest, however,
that I did NOT produce that rambling, sentimental outpouring attributed to
me.

What I really said was, "Gentlemen, happy New Year!  Now, let the revels
begin!"  What the gentlemen didn't know was what was in their drinks,
thanks to Greeley, who had found the pharmaceutical aids to put into my
beer back on the Friday and Saturday evenings memorialized by #88.
Speaking of his inaccuracy, he has used what he would call artistic
license, I suppose, when he makes Max and David leave to go to see about
that punk, Jared, and not come back until morning.

I was, I confess, more than a little unhappy when they went tearing off.
After all, Max was one of the reasons for the whole plan.  But they were
back within 45 minutes, explaining that Jared's parents had been located
and were at the hospital.

One might be forgiven for wondering what transpired between my announcement
that the revels were to begin and the return of Max and David.  From a
nearby closet I produced a large bowl filled with condoms and several
bottles of lube and set them on the coffee table.  Then as Master of the
Revels, I commanded that everyone should become naked as quickly as
possible and then do whatever came naturally.

Instead of beer, wine, and mixed drinks, I had made a punch that was pretty
obviously spiked.  What no one knew but Chaz was that it was also laced
with the stuff he had procured for me.  He thought he was being terribly
clever by not drinking any of the punch.  Poor fool accepted an opened beer
from me, though, which had more of the stuff in it than the punch did.

The drugs in the drinks had had their intended effect, and the party guests
were, without exception, erect and more than a little horny.  Sheep that
they were, however, once the last pair of boxers had been shed, they stood
more or less in a circle looking at me.  I had been so fascinated watching
all that magnificent male flesh coming into view that I had forgotten to
remove my own clothing.  Thus, there were Cedric, Francis, Rodney, Trey,
and Chaz, naked, aroused, nipples erect, most of then leaking precum.

Though they had been given a hint that something like this might happen,
they just stood there, looking at one another with appreciation and, I'm
sure, desire.

"Do I need to draw you a picture?"

My words opened the gate.

Trey said something to Chaz and came to me.  He looked at me with lust in
those sultry hazel eyes of his and began to unbutton my shirt.  "This was
all so you and I could be together, wasn't it?"

"Well, partly, yes."

"Oh, I know.  You wanted Max, too."

"Yes.  Do you mind?"

"No, Tim.  I'll take you any way I can get you."

"If he and David get back in time, perhaps we can have a three way?"

"Well, I'd like best having you all to myself, but I know how you and Max
feel about each other.  And you two have never had any sexual contact, have
you?"

"No."

"Then I'd be honored to be with you when you do.  Just tell me what you
want."

By that time my shirt was gone, he'd unbuttoned my slacks and allowed them
to drop to the floor, and I had stepped out of them.  Knowing what was
about to happen, I hadn't worn underwear.  Trey pushed me back into a chair
and sat crossed-legged at my feet, his fat red cock against his belly as he
had me lift each foot in turn.  He took off my loafers and then my socks.

As much as I had anticipated that moment, I was observant of what else was
going on in the room.  One might have expected the two former lovers, or
fuckbuddies as they might have preferred to style themselves, to reconnect.
After all it was auld lang syne time.  That is not, however, what happened:
Seeing Chaz alone for the moment after Trey had come to me, Francis slapped
Rodney on his tight little buns and went over and put his hand under the
balls of Chaz, who responded by putting a hand on each of Francis's massive
pectorals and squeezing.  Rodney, who always managed to look either amused
or bemused, smiled an invitation to Cedric.  My partner winked at me,
walked purposefully toward Rodney, put his arms around him, and engaged him
in a kiss which I knew only too well would take Rodney's breath away.

Having made certain that my guests were occupied in pleasurable activities,
I returned my attention to my brother and alter ego, the gorgeous man at my
feet.  I held my hands to him to help him up, but he shook his head.  He
moved from a sitting position to all fours and began licking my thighs,
first one and then the other.  I noticed once more the enchanting dimples
on either side of his spine just above the top of his crevice.  From my
angle of vision, the vee as his body tapered from his broad shoulders to
his narrow waist was spectacular.  The muscular globes of his ass, too,
were accentuated from my perspective.  Though I found myself wanting
desperately to get at that butt, I reminded myself that we had all night,
relaxed, and enjoyed the thousands of separate tingles in my ball sac
created because my thighs were being licked by Trey's leonine tongue.

The other Tim would, of course, get one bit of information right: my cock
is only five inches, and it has to strain to attain that length.  It was
busy drooling precum, however, and I noticed that some of it had landed in
Trey's hair.

He stood and we kissed, pressing, grinding our bodies together.  Then he
scooped some of his precum and some of mine on two fingers and stuck them
in my mouth.  I sucked like a baby on a teat because I suspected where
those fingers were going next.  Sure enough, when his fingers were
thoroughly spit covered, Trey sank back to his knees.  After he stuck his
hand between my legs and slowly inserted first one and then two fingers in
my ass, he commenced to suck my rigid and throbbing, if diminutive, member.
As he did so, it crossed my mind that, after dealing with the Greeley
bludgeon in both his orifices, Trey might find Junior a little
disappointing.  He seemed happy though, slurping and sucking away, and
looking up to me for approval from time to time.  He had no trouble finding
my nut, either.

As I stood there, I looked around the room.  Rodney had a hand on each of
Cedric's ass cheeks in a way that Cedric often held me.  The two were
licking and nuzzling each other's necks as they ground their cocks
together.  I remember wondering if Rodney had a thing for black guys.

The room was alive with the sound of men moaning, groaning, grunting and
occasionally growling.

In an open area between the family room and the dining area, Chaz was on
his knees getting a rim job from Francis, also on his knees, whose brown
pucker winked invitingly.  That muscular ass was too enticing to pass up.
I ruffled Trey's hair.  When he looked up at me, I nodded toward Francis
and Chaz.  He pulled off my dick to look around at them.  When he did so, I
went over to Francis, knelt, and began to rub my hands on his ass.  Trey
got the idea and began to copy my movements with his hands on my ass.  When
I began to run my tongue up and down Francis's crack, Trey did the same to
me.  And when I began tonguing Francis's brown pucker, Trey began to tongue
my opening.  Soon I more heard than saw Rodney and Cedric come over and get
into position behind Trey.  I learned a few minutes later that Ced was
rimming Trey while Rodney rimmed him.  We had a rimming chain of six guys.
After a few minutes when we were all groaning and all but Chaz were licking
and poking with our tongues, Rodney got up, walked to the front of the
chain, got on all fours, and backed up to Chaz.  Greeley got the idea and
began rimming Rodney.  After a few more minutes, Cedric went to the front
of the chain and positioned himself in front of Rodney.

I was struck that rimming is not a quiet activity, at least when being
practiced by a group of men.  I could hear all sorts of schluking and
squicking as five tails got licked and sucked, along with, of course, vocal
sounds of appreciation.

We were like that, I think, when David and Max came in.  When they saw what
was going on, both grinned and began to take off their coats, hats, gloves,
and the rest.  It all landed in a pile as they stripped.

I pulled back from Francis's meaty ass and said, "Okay, gentlemen, I think
it's time for a change of activity.  A couple of them growled their
displeasure, but they all stood up.  Beckoning Cedric to follow me, I went
into the kitchen where I got beer for everyone.

"Call this a palate cleanser, if you like."

"Uh, Tim," Chaz asked, "is this just beer?"

I grinned at him.  "Why of course, Chaz, what else would it be?"

He grinned back, taking a gulp.  When he had swallowed, he said, "Just
askin'."

I went over to Max, grabbed him by the erect cock, and pulled him up
against me.  "David, you can find something to do for a while, can't you?"

"Oh, yeah!" he said, beaming.

"Timmy, what was in that punch?  David and I have been horny as the dickens
ever since we left here," Max asked.

"How's Jared?"

"We found his folks and his sister, Jess, and they're all there.  He's
going to be operated on in an hour or so.  I said I'd stop by the hospital
later today and see how he's doing."

"Good for you!  Now, I've wanted to do this since freshman year at Kenyon."
With that I knelt and engulfed his prick, which had been standing straight
up and oozing precum.  I held out a hand, and Trey lubed my index finger,
which I then stuck up Max's butthole.  With the other hand I was pinching
his right nipple.

Max put a hand gently on each side of my head.  "Oh, Tim, I've wanted this
for so long," he said quietly.  He looked around.  When he saw that David
was sucking on one of Cedric's nipples and that Rodney, Francis, and Chaz
were a tangle of arms and legs, he looked down at me and smiled.  Then, as
I continued my ministrations to his cock and his ass, he gestured to Trey
to come closer.  Soon they were kissing, standing at right angles to each
other.  Max had one arm around Trey's waist, leaving the other one on my
head.  He began to run his fingers through my hair and wiggle his butt as I
stroked his prostate.  His groans became more frequent.  Suddenly, his
assring clamped down in my finger, and he practically filled my mouth with
his seed.  He was shaking in the aftermath of his orgasm, and I think his
knees buckled.  I sat back on my haunches and looked up as Trey supported
him.

I pulled Trey down to the floor and told him to get on all fours, which he
did.  Then I gestured to Max towards Trey's magnificent ass.  He got the
idea and, also on hands and knees, began to rim Trey.  I scooted underneath
and began to suck on Trey's fat, red, very hard lioncock.  First, Trey
reacted by trying to fuck my mouth, but that threw off Max's timing, so
Trey decided just to stay in one position.  Soon Max and I had him moaning
and twitching.  He was lubricating my mouth and throat copiously with his
precum.

"My god!  I never thought anything like this would happen. This is SO hot!
Oh, yeah!"

I pulled off his dick long enough to say, "Trey, you sound like somebody
who's getting fucked."

"Well, you sadist, what do I have to do to get fucked?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

"Okay, Maxie, let's give the man what he wants," I said, standing.

Max and I pulled Trey up, and the three of us went upstairs to the bedroom,
where we got onto the bed.  Max knelt near the head of the bed.  Trey lay
on his back so that he could suck on Max's thick cock.  Before that
evening, I hadn't seen that cock since Kenyon, and I had never seen it
hard.  It was longer than Trey's, more like seven inches.  It was no fatter
than Trey's and more pink than red.

I put a pillow under Trey's hips and began to rim and suck his ass,
slobbering and making smacking noises.  When he was relaxed, I grabbed some
lube and a condom from the bedside table and shoved into his pink, winking,
anus.  Despite having come not too long before, Max was hard again and
seemed to be enjoying Trey's oral attentions.  I leaned forward.  Max got
the idea and leaned toward me.  Soon he and I were sharing a deep kiss.
Thus we three were united, a very special moment for me.  And the others,
too, I think.  Trey was growling, and every time he did, Max sort of
jumped, feeling the vibrations on his cock.  I had worried that, after
Greeley's donkey dong, he wouldn't be satisfied with me, but he managed to
practically massage my dick with his ass muscles.  Well, another thing #88
got right (wouldn't you know?) is that I tend to come much before I want
to.  So, though I was enjoying being kissed by Max and having my cock
caressed by Trey's butt, and though I would have gladly prolonged the
moment, I came with a shuddering orgasm.  Max, who hadn't come in Trey's
mouth, pulled out.

"Your turn, big guy," he said.

He didn't need to ask me twice.  I shucked the condom and traded places
with Trey.  Max grabbed a rubber, lubed himself and me carefully, and I was
ready to take his redhot poker.  Trey took Max's former position and
dangled his cock just over my mouth.  I felt Max put the tip of his long
tool against my pucker, but I was raising my head, trying to get Trey's
cock in my mouth.

He smiled his lazy smile and asked, "Want this, Timmy?"

"Oh, god, yeah!" I said, straining my head upward but still unable to reach
my goal.  About then, Max gave a push.  He's enough bigger than Cedric that
it hurt a bit going in.  I'm glad I didn't have Trey's dick in my mouth
just then.  I might have bitten it off.  Trey smiled, looked down at me and
said, "Now, I think."  With that he lowered his dripping tool into my
waiting mouth.

No disrespect to Cedric.  He's my mate, and I love him.  But this was
fucking kewl, as Chaz might have said. Here I was being plugged by Max, my
oldest and dearest friend, and by Trey, my spiritual partner.  It was a
very special moment.

Trey came before Max did.  He told me he was going to come, but I used as
much suction as I could to keep him from withdrawing, so he got the message
and blasted a respectable load into my mouth.  Max wasn't far behind.  He
leaned forward to kiss me and get a taste of Trey's cum, and then he went
rigid and pumped his seed into my innards.  I loved these two men more than
I could ever have loved a brother, I suspect, and these couplings we'd been
having were fulfilling, satisfying, and damned hot.

We all just collapsed in a sticky heap for a while and rested.  Eventually,
I thought I'd better check on what was going on downstairs.  I might have
known what I'd find.  Some orgy!  Francis, Cedric, and Rodney were all on
the sofa.  Ced was in the middle, and the other two had their arms around
him.  Francis and Rodney seemed to be leaning on Ced, and they all appeared
to be asleep.

David was actually sitting on Chaz's lap.  The two were exchanging gentle
kisses.  I was struck by the array of beautiful manflesh there in my living
room and congratulated myself on having brought all this off.

Now it was time for the piece de resistance.  I only hoped the piece didn't
resist.

I went into the kitchen and made two pots of coffee (I had asked Trey to
let me use his coffee maker for the evening.)  Then Max, Trey, and I went
around and offered coffee to those sprawled around the house.  There were
mild amounts of Chaz's drug in the coffee, except for the cup Chaz got,
which was more heavily laced with it.  Everyone in the house was still
deliciously naked.

After the coffee was consumed and everyone was alert again, Trey went over
to Chaz, kissed him, and then whispered something into his ear.

Chaz looked up at him (Chaz was seated, Trey was standing) and said, "I
dunno, Tiger.  Everybody's watching."

We could all hear Trey say "Come on, lover, after everything that's gone on
this evening, are you still modest?"

"Well, er, I guess not."

Chaz got up and stretched out over the coffee table.  He was on his knees,
actually, with his torso resting on the table.  I grabbed a bottle of lube
and a condom.  Trey got on his knees in front of Chaz and presented his
hard, red prong to be sucked by his lover.  Chaz sucked it in, just as, one
assumes, he did frequently at home.

Meanwhile, I had lubed up Chaz's butt.  Far from caring who was at his rear
entrance, he wiggled it around a little as I was putting a well-coated
finger up his chute.  I lubed my dick, put on a condom, lubed that, and put
the head against Chaz's pucker.  Obviously this wasn't the first time that
night he'd had something up there, for my rod slipped in effortlessly.  I
had a momentary fear that perhaps he didn't even know I was in him.  That
was allayed, however, when he wiggled his ass and groaned.  Apparently a
five-incher could still reach his prostate, and the angle was right.  He
pulled off Trey long enough to say, "Yeah, Timmy!  Fuck my ass.  That's the
spot!  You got the technique, little stud!  Do it!"

I lasted longer this time, probably because I had already come that
evening.  Eventually, however, I dumped another modest load into the condom
in Chaz's ass.  I was proud of myself.  Except for David and Max, these
guys were all twenty-one or close to it.  Cedric had done a lot for my sex
life and my prowess, to be sure.

I stripped off the condom and went around to Chaz's mouth for him to suck
the last bit of semen from my cock.  I motioned the others to help
themselves, and, surprisingly to me anyway, it was Ced who took his place
at the head of the line.

Chaz looked back at Cedric and said plaintively, "Whass going on guys?  Ya
all gonna fuck me?"

"Yeah, big guy," I said, "I think just about everyone who knows you would
like to do that."

"Am I THAT sexy?" he asked.

Several of the guys chuckled.

"You might say that," I responded.  "Or at least, most everyone has wanted
to give you his shaft at one time or other."

Chaz didn't respond, for at that point Cedric had more or less lunged into
Chaz's well-lubricated chute.

I pulled on a pair of silk boxers and settled down to watch the scene play
out.

Each of the guys took his turn fucking Chaz.  Then he'd take off and throw
the rubber into a waste basket provided and go around for Chaz to suck out
the remaining spunk in his dick.  When it was Rodney's turn, he grinned and
said, "I've heard of sloppy seconds, but this is ridiculous."  That didn't
keep him from doing his share of moaning and grunting as he approached his
orgasm and then unloaded into the condom sheathing his dick inside Chaz.

Trey, touchingly I suppose, refused to do Chaz with everyone else watching.

David was the last.

Chaz, who took the longest coming to terms with being gay, seemed the most
abandoned that evening.  With each successive fuck, he became wilder and
more aggressive, his pigginess growing with each plugging, as if the animal
in him were turned loose.  He became a crazed, pumped-up bucket of lust.

When David, the last to fuck him, approached, Chaz demanded that he cum
quarts into his condom to go along with the five other cum-filled condoms
he had collected.  He slammed back against David wildly, so that David was
merely providing the pole, and Chaz was doing the thrusting.  Both were
slinging sweat as David came deep within the bigger man, who roared as he
felt David coming.  The onlookers quit rubbing their cocks and applauded
and whooped and cheered as David collapsed on top of Chaz, and the two
kissed first passionately and then tenderly.

David finally gave Chaz one last kiss and got up.  "Thanks, Chaz," he said.
"That was for auld lang syne.

Trey, who had been watching his lover being such an aggressive piggy
bottom, brought him a towel dampened with warm water to clean up his
butthole from all the lube that had been used on it as six of us had fucked
him.

By then it was about around 5:00 AM.  I brought out more champagne, which
everyone took. We toasted the New Year and one another and then began to
sort ourselves out into couples again and flop, naked, wherever it was
convenient.  There were guys in both bedrooms upstairs as well as all
around the living room.

Later, close to noon, as Cedric and I were fixing brunch for the whole
crew, Chaz came downstairs with his arm around Trey.  "Hey, Ced and Tim,"
he asked, "can we do this again next year?"

Trey looked a bit alarmed.  I think he'd seen something in his lover the
previous night he'd never suspected.

"Think you'll be able to sit down again by then?" Cedric asked him.

Chaz grinned and lowered himself onto a chair very gingerly.  "I `spect
maybe by commencement I'll be okay."

Trey ruffled Chaz's hair and said, "You better be okay by tomorrow, Big
Guy.  You've got a game."

Chaz wiggled his ass on the chair and said, "Ouch."