Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2001 21:28:51 -0400
From: Lee Schenk <jlee0442@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Tim...Chapter 8

M/M/b  oral

My Tim

The following is the eighth chapter of "My Tim." The
story is completely fictional and contains explicit
descriptions of sexual activity between a father and
his young son. The story contains no violence,
and all sexual activity is with the complete
consent of all the persons involved. Anyone who is
offended or otherwise disgusted by this kind of
material should read no further. The author welcomes
any comments about this story or his writing style.
However, if all you want is to condemn me, don't
bother.  I ask you why are you in Nifty and this
particular story area if you aren't interested
yourself?  So forget the flames.  However,
constructive suggestions are welcome. Send to: Lee at
jlee0442@hotmail.com


I followed the erotic sounds of sex down the dark hallway to Greg's bedroom.
There my naked lover of five years sat on his bed propped up by pillows. His
head, with eyes closed, lolled against the headboard.  Between Greg's hairy
thighs, my Tim, a barely eleven year-old, golden-haired, loving Adonis, lay
joyously giving Greg dedicated head.  That boy of mine would rather suck
cock than eat, and cum was his favorite treat.

In the years since Greg joined our family, Tim became the consummate
cocksucker.   He took great pride and joy in giving his lovers, Greg and I,
the utmost oral pleasure.  Each time we made love, Tim skillfully brought us
to an intense orgasm as he hungrily sucked down his creamy reward.  Over the
years this blond bundle of energized perfection learned every square inch of
our bodies, especially our cocks and balls, and much to our pleasure he
never failed at every opportunity to put his knowledge to maximum use.

Amazingly Tim mastered the art of deep-throating Greg's long, thin prick and
my shorter, thicker bone.  His throat muscles worked our engorged rods until
we screamed in ecstasy.  In all my experience I've never had a better blow
job than the ones Tim gave.

Quietly I eased my rock hard cock out of my fly, slowly stroking my meat, as
I watched my son make love to Greg.  What a beautiful, erotic sight!

"Oh yes, Timbottu! (Greg's pet name for Tim) Such a sweet mouth!"

Tim pulled his mouth off of Greg's cock and gazed lovingly up at him.  "You
like that, don't you, Grego?"  His tongue traced a line up my lover's long
shaft to the head, lapping at the underside of the cock where the head joins
the shaft.

"Fuck yes, Timbottu, you know I love it!"

"Who's the best cocksucker in the whole world?"  Tim impaled his face on
Greg's stiff shaft, working the sensitive head with his throat.  With Tim's
nose buried in my lover's thick bush, I couldn't see any of the Greg's dick.

"Oh Keeerisst, Timmy, you're the fucking best!!" Greg wailed in pure lust.
"Make me cum, Timbottu, please."

Tim fervidly redoubled his efforts, hungry for that hot cum load.  Greg
grabbed those golden locks with both hands, gently fucking his rod in and
out of my son's mouth pussy, causing Tim to grunt with pleasure each time my
lover's prick entered his throat.  Frantically Tim dry humped the bed as
Greg's orgasm approached.  He loved to climax as we deposited our load in
his mouth.

As my lovers neared their sexual crescendo, I ignored my aching cock to
concentrate on the erotic tableau before me.  Seeing them together brought
me such joy.

With a wail loud enough to wake the dead, Greg began shooting his copious
load in Tim's mouth.  I watched my son's throat work to swallow every drop.
His fist pounded the pulsing prick, forcing out every pearl of the creamy
liquid into his eager mouth.  Then I saw Tim's body go rigid and his ass
quivered slightly, a sure sign he had successfully brought himself off too.

"Timbottu, I love you so much," Greg sighed as he gently and lovingly
caressed Tim's smooth face.

"And I love you too, Grego," Tim cooed, milking Greg's still hard shaft for
extra cum.  When a small drop appeared, he quickly lapped it up.

"Well, looks like I missed the party," I grinned and moved into the room, my
hard six inches jutting out of my fly.

"Hi, Sleepyhead," Greg glanced over at me and smiled contentedly.

Hey, Dad," Grinning broadly Tim rolled on his side to face me.  "The Braves
won, Dad, and Javy hit a home run in the bottom of the eight.  We just had
to celebrate."

My son's other passion was baseball, especially Atlanta Brave baseball.
Tim, a natural athlete, loved nearly all sports, but baseball was his first
love.  Although he was quickly becoming an excellent short stop, he idolized
(or maybe lusted for) Javier Lopez, The Atlanta Braves catcher.  In fact,
most of his favorite players were National League catchers-Brad Ausmus, Mike
Piazza, Darrin Dalton.  Perhaps it had something to do with the sexy
position they assumed to do their job.

"Dad?" Tim asked fondling his still rigid pecker.

"Yes, son?"

"I'm still horny and so are you.  Want to join our celebration and let me
suck you off?"

"Tim, my boy, you are a real cock pig."

"Yep, I sure am and proud of it."

"And I am so glad you are," I laughed as I began removing my clothes.

Greg scooted off the bed and kissed me hard while he fondled my cock.

"Hey," Tim yelled in mock disgust, "don't get him off.  I want to suck it
out of him."

"Don't worry, Timbottu," Greg assured him, "I'm just getting him warmed up
and ready for that mouth pussy of yours.

"Now, Jim, lie on the bed and let Tim get on top of you in a sixty-nine,"
Greg instructed me. "I want your legs spread and up so I can eat your ass
while you guys suck each other.  Just be sure and let me know when you're
ready to cum.  I want to bury my dick deep in your ass while you shoot your
load in our little cum lover's mouth."

"Yes, Dad, let's do it.  Grego, that's so hot!" Tim jumped up and down
excitedly on the bed, his rigid little peter bouncing wildly.

"Greg," I said as I kissed my lover, "I do love your style."

"And you love my dick up your ass too."

"You can bet on it, Lover."

"Come on, Dad.  Let's do it!"

I did as Greg suggested, propping my ass up with a pillow, so Greg could
easily access it with his mouth and then his fuck tool at just the right
time.  Tim eagerly crawled on me and began slurping on my cock.  As I
swallowed Tim's sweet peter and massaged his hairless balls, Greg's tongue
probed my hairy hole.  Sweet Jesus, I thought, this is fucking heaven on
earth.

Soon with my middle finger up his virgin hole to the second knuckle, Tim had
his second dry orgasm.  Bless his heart, he never missed a beat as he
serviced my cock right through it.  Not even an orgasm could deter him from
sucking out a load of sperm.

"Greg," I warned, "I'm nearly there, lover.  Give me that big cock."

Tim increased his oral stimulation as Greg rammed his well-greased dick to
the hilt up my waiting ass.  That did it!  My dick fired its hot load into
my son's hot mouth.

Hurriedly Tim sucked me dry, so Greg could do some serious ass fucking.  Tim
kissed me sharing a taste of my own cum.  Then he stood, straddled me, and
stuck his hard peter in my lover's mouth.  Greg nursed that eleven-year-old
bone while he long dicked me.  Tim my have been born to suck cock; I was
born to be fucked.

"Grego, really pound Dad's butt.  You know how he loves it," Tim encouraged.

"Yes, lover, give it to me hard.  Just remember to pull out and feed Tim
your hot load.  You do want his cum, don't you, son?"

"Heck, yeah, Dad.  I always want more cum.  Come on, Grego, do it, man, so
you can feed me again.  Aw, shit, Grego, I'm gonna do it again.  You're
getting me off, man."  And off he went, having his third dry orgasm of the
night.

Quickly Tim got down on the bed so he could lick my cock and balls as he
watched Greg's prick pile drive my ass. "Come on, Grego.  I'm hungry for it,
dude." Tim encouraged.

"Almost there, little lover.  Get ready you hairless cum licker!" Greg
yelled as he yanked his cock out of my ass and fed it to Tim.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!  Oh, fucking sshhhiiiitt!!" Greg howled.  "Drink it, baby,
swallow my load."

"Drain his balls, son.  Get every drop." I pulled on Greg's nuts to
intensify his orgasm.

I watched my lover's body shudder one last time.  Then, he collapsed on the
bed, totally spent.  Making room so Tim could cuddle between us, we three
exchanged kisses, loving the closeness of this after glow.

"I love our family," Tim gushed. "It's the best!"

"It is the absolute best," I agreed.

"Mmm...the...best," Greg mumbled.  Completely drained from his two intense
orgasms, Greg was quickly going down for the count and would soon be snoring
loudly.

"I love you, Grego," Tim whispered.

"I think he's asleep, Son."

"I know, but maybe he can still hear a little."

"I'm sure he can, Tim."

"I love you too, Dad, so much." Tim hugged me tightly.

Hugging him back, I whispered lovingly, "And you know I love you too,
Tim-more than anything."

Tim kissed me tenderly.  "You know, Dad, I'm the luckiest boy in the whole
world."

"I think all three of us are pretty darn lucky," I added.

His tone serious all of a sudden, Tim asked, "Dad?"

"Yes, Son?"

"Could we go talk where we won't disturb Grego?"

"Sure, buddy.  How about the big sofa?"

"That's cool." We eased off the bed careful not to wake Greg.

"With or without clothes, Son?"

"Without, of course," Tim giggled. "I want to cuddle while we talk.  With a
twinkle in his eye he added, "Besides you never know what might come up."

I slapped him gently on his bare butt as he headed out the door.  "Horn
dog," I laughed.

"You taught me everything I know," he called over his shoulder as he scooted
down the hall.

After we'd settled in on the sofa, I asked, "So what do you want to talk
about, Tim?"

"Dad," Tim looked up at me with those big blue eyes, "I'm eleven now and not
just some little kid. I stifled a smile. "So, I been thinking that it's time
that I tried getting fucked."

It had been nearly two years since Tim last broached this subject, so I was
a bit surprised.

The silence made Tim nervous, so he hurriedly added, "I really want to do
this, Dad."

"I know you do, Son."

"When you and Greg make love that way, it's so awesome.  I can see how much
you love each other all over your faces.  It's so amazing.  I want to
experience that too."

"Tim, if anal sex is done too soon, if you aren't properly prepared, it can
cause damage to your anus and your psyche."

"But that won't be a problem cause you and Greg would never do anything to
hurt me.  So that means you would prepare me good before we did it."

"Tim, it probably will hurt at first no matter what we do, at least a little
bit."

"So if it hurts, why do you and Greg do it?  And why do you look so happy
when you're doing it?  You sure don't look like it's hurting, and you're
always yelling harder, harder."

Ah, the gotcha questions, but the correct ones to ask.  It was clear to me
that it would not be long before my little boy, my Tim, would no longer be a
virgin.  Plans would have to be carefully made.

"It doesn't hurt me, Tim, or at least the small initial discomfort is
quickly forgotten in the joy of being so close to my lover-giving my most
intimate self to the one I love."

"Think about what you just said, Dad.  Don't I love you and Greg?  Don't you
both love me?  I want to share my love with both of you in every way."

"And we want to share it with you too when the time is right?"

"When will that be?  Is there a magic age or a particular size I have to
be?" Tim was now kneeling on the sofa holding my hands.

"Dad, I'm five feet five almost, the biggest guy on my little league team.
Some men are smaller than me, like Mr. Williams, my science teacher last
year. I really, really want to do this.  Please, Dad, don't say no."

I pulled my little boy to me and hugged him close, nuzzling his golden hair
and rubbing his back. "You're growing up, Tim.  I know it.  I see it
happening right before my eyes every day, but it's so hard for me to get
hold of."

"I love you so much, Dad," Tim whispered in my ear. "Help me take the next
step in growing up."

"Perhaps it is time, Tim.  Maybe I'm being ridiculous for hesitating.
Nothing about your life has followed the norm, especially sexually.  My God,
you were fellating me when your were five."

I took my boy's face in both my hands and kissed him tenderly. "All right,
Tim.  I guess you know your own mind about this, so let's discuss how to go
about it."

"Oh, thank you, Dad.  Thanks so much," Tim hugged me hard. "And, Dad, I want
you to do it-first, I mean."

"That makes me very happy, but I'm not sure it's best for you, Son.  My
penis is so thick.  I'm afraid it might tear your anus.  Greg is longer, but
thinner, and I think it might be better for him to take you first."

"NO! No, Dad, it has to be you!"

I was stunned by Tim's vehemence. I hesitated, "But..."

"No, buts, Dad!  I love Greg, and I want him to make love to me that way.
But not first!  I only have one first time.  It has to be you.  I love you
more than life, so it just has to be you." A tear rolled down Tim's smooth
cheek.

How I loved this precious boy of mine.  I grabbed him and kissed him
lovingly and long as tears coursed down my cheeks too. I murmured in his
ear, "All right, my love.  I will be honored and so happy to be your first.
Thank you, Tim, for loving me so much."

"Thank you, Daddy, and I love you even more."

For a few minutes we cuddled and cried some more tears of joy saying
nothing.  Nothing needed to be said at that moment-one that we both will
remember later as one of the most special in our shared lives.

Reluctantly I broke that perfect silence. "How about we take a trip to
Atlanta?  Just the two of us.  We'll see a couple of Braves games, stay in a
first class hotel with a jacuzzi suite, eat at fine restaurants-no junk food
except at the ball park, and make love as much as you want.  How does that
sound?"

"Wow!  That would be the absolute greatest!  Totally awesome!!" Tim's face
was lit with pure joy. "Maybe I can see Javy Lopez up close and even get his
autograph on my jersey."

"Hey, wait a minute," I teased, "you throwing me over for another man
already?"

"If he wants me," Tim giggled, "I'm his.  Sorry, Dad, tough luck." Tim knew
how to tease too and thoroughly enjoyed it.

"Boy, are you fickle," I said tickling him. "I haven't gotten my dick in you
yet and you've got hot pants for a Puerto Rican bubble-butted baseball
catcher."

"Well, you'd give it up to Fred McGriff in a heartbeat." He accused, knowing
how sexy I thought the Brave's first baseman was.

"Maybe we're both just easy." Laughing together we settled back into a
cuddle.

Tim took my flaccid penis in his hand and said, "Not that I know I'll soon
have this hunk of burning love crammed up my butt, I got something else I
want to talk to you about."

"Oh, God," I threw up my hands, a look of mock horror on my face, "don't
tell me you got one of the girls in your firth grade class pregnant."

"Dad," Tim gently socked me in the stomach, "be serious."

"Sorry."

"You know Kevin Murphy on my ball team." He assumed I knew which boy he
meant.

I decided to play him along a bit. "Is he the good-looking brunette in left
field or the cute red head who plays first base?"

"First base," he sighed with exasperation, "you should know that. I spent
yesterday afternoon at his house and you came and picked me up."

"Sorry, must be old age.  Okay, what about him?"

"Well, we kinda became best friends this summer."

"Best friends is good.  You should have a best buddy to do things with and
share secrets with."

"Well, we been sharing things," he grinned. "Yesterday it was so cool!  We
kinda jacked each other off.  And, Dad, Kevin's got a real nice dick,
shorter than mine, but with some hair on it and he can shoot cum too and..."

"Hey, hey, slow down, Tim." I interrupted his gushing. "Catch your breath
and tell me slowly what happened."

"You want to know all details?"

"Every nasty little detail."

"Now who's the horn dog?" Tim giggled.

"At least my cock's not hard again," I flicked his prepubescent bone and
laughed.

"Ouch!" he yelped, covering his genitals with his hands. "Be careful.  Lots
of people would kill for a chance to get their hands on my dick."

"Tim, you don't know how right your are," I said seriously.

"Don't get weird on me.  I was just kidding."

"I know you were, Tim.  I'll keep it light. So now what about this Mr. Kevin
Murphy and his hairy penis that you got your hands on yesterday?"

"Well, it's not real hairy.  Just a little bit hairy and it's cut like mine
only a little smaller."

"Yes, you said that already."

"Yesterday Kevin and I were pitching the ball back and forth in his back
yard and we had to pee.  He suggested we just go behind his garage and take
a leak.

"Well, we did that.  When we took our dicks out and started to pee, he
looked at mine and I looked at his, of course."

"Of course."

"Anyway he told me I had a really nice dick, so I said he did too, of
course."

"Of course!"

"Dad, are you going to be serious?"

"Sorry," I acted appropriately contrite.

"Anyway he asked if I wanted to compare and see who had the biggest dick.
He's a year older than me and already has some hair on his dick and it's red
too, just like on his head."

"That's natural-so you considered comparing the lengths of your penises?" I
prodded to get him back on track.  Pubic hair was a big thing with Tim.  He
couldn't wait to get some. He'd inspect himself at every opportunity to see
if anything was growing.

"Kevin suggested we go up to his room and do it there because no one would
disturb us.  So that's what we did."

"And?"

"Well, he said we should just take our pants down so we could see better and
I agreed."

"I bet he really had to twist your arm to get you to do that."

"Well, I am you child."

"You sure are, and I thank God every day for that fact.  Go on.  You were
just about to compare your massive cocks."

"This is making you horny, isn't it?" Tim checked my semi-hard cock.

"Of course.  You want it to don't you?"

"Of course."

"So don't keep me partially hanging (pun intended).  Let's get this thing
all the way up and then see what you can do about it."

"Kevin said he didn't have a ruler to measure, so we better put them
together."

"Couldn't you tell just by looking?"

"Of course, that's not the point, Dad.  This way we had an excuse to rub our
dicks together."

"How could I be so stupid?"

"Kevin pressed both our cocks together to see whose was biggest.  Dad, it
felt so awesome to have him hold my dick.  I won by just a little bit."

"Was that important to you-winning?"

"Naw, I don't care about that.  I just wanted to feel his dick, which I did
too."

"That's my boy."

"Kevin suggested we sit down on his bed and play with each other's dicks
which was cool with me."

"Kevin really seems to be the aggressor here."

"Well, heck, yeah.  I didn't want him to think I'd done things with guys
before.  I mean how could I explain that?"

"You are very wise, my boy.  I'm glad you are concerned about keeping our
special relationship secret."

"So Kevin asked if I jacked off.  I said yes, and he wanted to know if I
could shoot yet.  Of course, I can't."

"Did that bother him?"

"No way.  He knew about dry cumming.  Anyway we just decided to beat each
other off, but we both got off real fast.  I got to see his cum shoot out.
That was so cool.  It wasn't a lot like you and Greg, but it was amazing!"
Tim just glowed talking about his friend.  Looks like my boy's world was
getting bigger, but that's as it should be.

"So did you do anything else?" I wondered if they'd progressed to oral sex.

"No.  I sure would love to suck him off, but I didn't think I better suggest
it."

"I think that was wise, Tim.  Sounds like Kevin my have already had some
experience from the way he maneuvered to get in your pants.  Probably it
won't be long before he wants to try something else."

"I sure hope so.  Kevin's the first guy other than you and Greg that I've
ever had sex with."

"Tim, it is very natural for guys your age to experiment sexually with their
friends.  However, not all of them are or will be gay or even interested in
going beyond mutual hand jobs.  Many will only do that until they get a
chance to get in some girl's pants.  What I'm saying is that it might not go
beyond what you've already done with Kevin."

"I know, but I sure hope he wants to do more.  I think he really likes
dick."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, he asked me if I'd ever seen anyone else's dick.  I told him I saw
yours and Greg's all the time because we always swim nude.  He asked me what
your dicks looked like and how big you were and if I'd ever seen your dicks
hard."

"He does seem a little overly interested in cock for your average twelve
year old."

"He asked if he could come swimming sometime."

"Sounds like the little pervert wants to check out all the family jewels."

"So, can he?"

"Check out all the family jewels?"

"No, come swimming.  Well, I guess if he does, he'll see everything.  And I
also want him to be able to sleep over."

"I bet you won't do much sleeping."

Tim ignored my snide comment.  "Well, can he come and swim and stay all
night?"

"Absolutely.  You can have Kevin over if it's okay with his parents, and
he's welcome to spend the night even though I know what you have planned.  I
also think it's fine if you two swim sans clothes.  However, I'm not sure
Greg and I should join you."

"Dad, why not?  It won't hurt anything for him to look.  He just wants to
play with mine not yours.  We won't be doing anything illegal."

"Maybe not, but most people would still frown on two grown men swimming
naked with two preteen boys."

"So who will know?  We won't tell anyone."

"You only know you won't tell anyone.  You don't know for sure what Kevin
might do.  If no one else found out, his parents might, and I do not want to
upset your best friend's family."

"What if we can get his dad to agree?"

"That might be different, at least for me.  I can't speak for Greg."

"I figured you'd worry about getting his dad's okay.  Greg said his dad
would agree no problem.  He and his dad shower together all the time-so he's
cool with nudity."

"I'll have to hear from Mr. Murphy that he is willing to let Kevin swim
naked with us.  With his permission then Kevin can come and swim and look
all he wants."

"Cool!  It's a done deal.  When can we do it?"

"By that I hope you mean having him over to stay the night."

"Of course, what else?"

"Just checking."

"And I'm going to be checking Kevin out real soon," Tim giggled fondling his
hard little pecker.

"So you are intending to get Kevin to fool around some more?"

"Well, of course, you knew I would."

"From what you've said I think Mr. Red-head, Kevin cut cock with some hair
on it Murphy is ripe for some more action.

"I think so to," Tim said still diddling with his meat. "I just got to
figure out a way to get him to suggest it."

"I have faith in you, Tim.  I'd put money on the fact that before the night
of Kevin's visit is over, he will deposit his load in your sweet mouth.

"I sure hope so, Dad." Tim was aggressively jerking off now.

"Say, buddy, you need any help with that thing?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

"How about we go back to my bedroom?  You can spend the night in my bed, but
before we go to sleep, you have to get into a hot 69 with me.  I've got
another load to get rid of after all this hot sex talk."

"Hot damn," Tim hopped off the couch and padded down the hall to my room.

Grinning at my son's exuberance, I let my erect cock point the way, and I
followed it to my bedroom where my boy lay on his back madly jerking his
beautiful dick.

"Tim, I just have one question?"

"What's that, Dad?"

"How do you kinda jack off?"

"Dad, give it up and get over here and suck my dick."