Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2008 07:42:26 +0000
From: tim tim <noway16@hotmail.com>
Subject: chapter 21 of tim and michel

So what is going to happen, was this it or are they gather courage to go
on. Find out in this new chapter of Tim and Michel. If you wane read more
of my stories visit www.timsfunplace.com.  For any idea's comments etc send
an e-mail to noway16@hotmail.com.

During the next two weeks I saw Michel a lot. Our relationship grew as we
learnt more about each other without playing or even having a lot of sex
together. Just being together seemed more then enough. On the Sunday in
between we talked about the evening and I'd given him my three main
thoughts.

It had been too much also it wasn't fun anymore.

The second was about the harsh way he suddenly acted. He'd never done that
before but then again I'd never protested either.

The third came back to trust. Me being not enough horny anymore, to many
tasks and the harsh way he told me to do the things had made me distrust
him at that point. I knew in my heart I could trust him but my heart had
been taking over at that point by my head. So we settled that and we had
learnt to be aware one of the boundaries of the play we'd done so far.

I talked with Brian about it and I knew that Michel had done the same with
Seth. All in all it was a positive chat.

During the second week I felt there was something missing. We made love
extensively on Wednesday evening but there was something missing in it for
me. On Thursday night I was awaken by a nightmare, one of those
again. Frightened I went through the day until later that evening when I
talked to Michel about it.

By the weekend we agreed we'd start playing again, weary but I trusted
Michel enough to move us forward. That evening I stayed over at his
place. His parents left after dinner so we had the house of ourselves, what
would we do? Had Michel something planned? We where lying on the bed.

"Want to have some fun" Michel asked?

I didn't answer but giggled. Michel's hand gently started stroking as he
bent over and kissed me. I suddenly broke the kiss, and pushed Michel back
onto his back.

I looked down at him and said: "It's my turn now".

I kissed him on his ear. My hands moved up and touched his shoulders. My
lips lingered on an earlobe for a moment, gently squeezing it, tasting it,
sucking on it. My hands began to caress Michel's shoulders, savoring the
strength, the wonderful texture of that smooth skin. Leaving the ear, my
lips began their trek. Michel gasped as my lips moved to his neck. I
lingered in that space where neck becomes shoulder, tasting the golden
skin. Slowly, my lips traveled lower, the tongue caressing his chest. My
hands left the shoulders, moving down his arms, testing the strength. The
sound of Michel's sigh was all the encouragement that I needed.

Michel felt his breath leave him as wonderful warmth found his nipple! The
caress of tongue on his sensitive nipple was exquisite. A moan escaped as
Michel felt my hand grasp the other nipple. He squirmed as he felt the
brush of teeth against skin. My hand felt empty when it lost its grip on
its prize. I felt Michel's body slide against mine, flesh on flesh that
wonderful reality of Michel's body against mine. I'd moved my lips to
Michel's other nipple and I engulfed it. A moan escaped unbidden from
Michel's lips. Again the feel of teeth against Michel's sensitive skin,
this time with a slight pressure, a warning almost of things that could be.

Then it was gone. My lips resumed their trek, moving slowly down toward the
prize, down the center of his smooth chest, down the cleft between the
muscles, down towards the prize. My hands were there first. They released
the button, then the next. One more, and there was room inside for my
hand. A hint of white cotton was seen, swiftly covered by my hand. The last
button, and there was room for my second hand. It too slid inside, and the
jeans yielded. They slid down without resistance.

I sat back, pulling the jeans down and looked at Michel's face. Our eyes
met, and I smiled at the yearning I saw. Michel's face was flushed, his
excitement obvious. I moved off the bed and stood. My eyes moved down and
grasped the jeans that were in my way. They were preventing him from my
target. In a single motion, I pulled them off and threw them across the
room. Michel looked up at the sudden action. U're all mine tonight! The
look on my face brought a gasp to Michel's lips. Not expecting the
roughness in my voice. He smiled. Michel was so perfect laying there, that
chest, those shoulders, those muscles, that body & that excitement,
straining for the sky through his briefs. Then our eyes met. The next step
I thought. Turn over! It was a command.

(More or less told now by Michel)

I found myself on my stomach, even before I understood the words. My
response was immediate and involuntary. I felt exposed somehow, knowing
that Tim had that control over me. It was exciting. Yielding to his love
was exciting. I closed my eyes tightly. I didn't want to see. I wanted to
feel. Pressure gripped my shoulders. The suddenness of the grip of Tim's
hands knocked the breath out of me. The hands started moving, massaging my
shoulders, kneading the muscles with a strength that I hadn't expected. I
yielded to the pressure and felt the knots dissipate under Tim's touch,
warm breath against my neck then a gentle kiss. Shivers ran up my spine as
hands started moving lower, lips against my neck again that extraordinary
softness then the touch of wetness. The hands were on my back now.

The lips moved back to my ear.  "You're still overdressed" I heard. It was
a whisper. It brought chills to my back. I felt overwhelmed by the feeling
brought on by Tim's forcefulness taking a lead that he'd hardly done so far
made me sense the deepness of my love for Tim. I felt Tim stand up
again. The breath left my ear. The hands lifted from my back. I was cold
for a moment. Then I felt Tim's hand light against the small of my
back. Barely touchin, tracing a pattern, raising goose bumps along my back
causing me to squirm.

Then a surer touch two hands sliding under the elastic of my briefs,
sliding them down, exposing my cheeks & a sound! Was that a gasp from Tim?
The hands moved. The briefs were on my thighs, then on my calves, then
off. The hands returned, a gentle touch on one cheek, another touch on the
other then a sudden warmth as palms were pressed against my flesh. The
hands started massaging, moving him. The motion ground my erection even
deeper into the bed. Then, all too soon, the hands moved again. Lower into
the thighs. First one leg then the other, the muscles yielded to that
pressure that touch. Down to the calves now caressing the muscles!
Abruptly, the hands left my body. I felt that sudden chill as my skin was
exposed again. I listened carefully, trying to anticipate what would happen
now. My whole body was waiting for those fingers to caress my whole body as
it quested for a touch, a breath. Against his ear, wetness and softness as
the lips kissed, a whisper. "You're beautiful".

It brought a flush to my skin, to hear that voice, to hear those words.

" Turn over"! Another command and again my body responded without
thinking. My chest felt cold as it left the bed. I cried out as I felt
Tim's lips. Those lips were caressing the root of me, slowly moving
upward. The lips parted and the tongue caressed my skin. I felt a growing
urgency, which Tim must have sensed. Suddenly, I was engulfed in
warmth. Tim's tongue caressed the head. The sensation was wild, unexpected.

(Tim continues to tell the experience)

I let go again, the sight that greeted my eyes brought a gasp from my
lips. There, just out of reach was proof of Michel's excitement. A drop of
fluid was the shining jewel on the crown. I just had to taste it, to taste
Michel again. I wanted Michel to feel what I was feeling this moment. He
had to share this with me. He had to share my love. Michel's body suddenly
moved under me, surprising me. I almost lost his prize but I just was able
to lick it before I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me onto the bed,
bringing me beside him. I fought to keep my balance as I felt Michel pull
me down onto the bed beside him. I thought for a moment he'd fall, but I
was supported, and landed safely beside him.

Michel's hands drew me closer, until I felt his tongue on the tip, a wet
caress, sudden warmth. Then I was engulfed in warmth. I felt my own
urgency, my own need. I moved closer and renewed the attack, wanting us to
share in the moment. I sucked gently, caressing the head with my tongue as
it moved past. I wanted to feel all of it, to totally enclose him, to hold
him within, forever. I felt the increasing hardness, matching my own
urgency. Then a sudden thrust and a gush of fluid, I was suddenly engulfed
completely as he came again and again flooding his mouth as I flooded his,
that wonderful taste. This time he learnt what his love really tasted
like. We held each other in our mouths until the flow abated. Slowly, we
searched for that last delicious drop, savoring the taste until I felt the
hardness start to fade.

I moved upward closer to his face, embracing him slowly leading toward a
loving sharing, deep kiss, sharing love and the moment, their breath &
their caresses. Wrapped tightly together, they lay on the bed wishing that
the moment would go on forever! But this wasn't all for tonight I was
there, I felt power, power I presumed normally Michel felt, power of my
love, of his love, power of togetherness. When our kisses intensified I
felt his power tool trying to reach for the sky. Again I thought, that
fast, filled with more love. Mine didn't wait to respond and together they
felt the wetness of just before, caressing now. The extraordinary softness
of the skin, the wondrous feel of it, I moved slowly beside him again, I
found my voice and whispered: "Turn over again".

When Michel did, swiftly again I could feel the power I had over him, the
love he had for me trusting me and to do what ever I wanted. I knew I
wanted him, I wanted him badly, I needed to show him my power, his trust in
my action, the trust I felt again in him. If he could trust me to surrender
to follow me when I lead, I can do that for him. I got closer again my
hands encircling his back, feeling his shoulder blades, slowly massaging
them. I looked down seeing those two love hills shaping my goal.

With my hands I moved slowly towards them, feeling the difference in
substance then slowly starting to move from the lower back to them. Michel
moaned and ground his hips upward, pushing them into my hands. The circle
of my hands became smaller and smaller until they slowly came to a stop,
ready to open up his valley for my eyes. Looking at it without any movement
I felt Michel push towards me, almost begging me to go on. With a slow
pressure I pushed the hills aside making the valley open. My eyes met with
the beautiful flesh of the valley. I moved closer to inspect it, my lips
moving toward his lips.

Would I dare? I slowly blew some air over them, getting another loud moan
from Michel. I let him go moving so I was positioned in between his
legs. Now ready to open his valley again, ready to let the soft skin of
both lips touch each other, feeling the softness and slightly wetness,
mostly consisting of Michel's sweat formed by the heat of his body. I was
memorized by it, totally filled with the taste and scent of Michel. Moving
one step further I opened my mouth and slowly licked the lips, lips without
words, making them glad with the wetness of my saliva. Preparing them to be
opened, more moans escaped from Michel.

My tongue pressed onto the opening of the lips, slowly forcing them to open
and coating them. Michel moaned more. It felt like he was trying to press
my tongue deeper between them. I had to take a breath of air, blowing
shortly after that, fresh cold air over the lips. Michel moaned again, the
sound of pure joy created by feelings of being caressed in a place where it
never happened before. He was ready, willing enough for the next step. I
got back up again a bit and moved closer with my right hand, clearing out
one of the fingers, giving it space to encircle the entrance then with a
bit of force opening up an area between the two wet lips.  I let a bit more
pressure onto it and it disappeared slowly from my sight. Warm pressure
came instead making sure I knew of its present. Now slowly caressing the
lips with the upper part of the finger I massaged them to open up
further. When another big moan left Michel I knew he was ready, ready for
more. I took one finger out and combined it with a second they urgently
took the route back, wanting to feel the pressure and warmth of the inside.

I repeated the process now with two fingers slowly gaining speed with the
circles, followed by more moans of pleasure from Michel. I pushed out and
back in again, leaving him with a gasp. I smiled knowing what he felt,
happy to bring such pleasure to him. I also knew that he should be ready,
ready to open up his love channel forever. I pulled my fingers out. I
brought my hands toward his hips, startled by the feel of them as I felt
Michel shiver. He looked back, opening his eyes. Those beautiful eyes,
filled with lust, love, excitement, joy, pleasure but also an unfulfilled
longing. Please go on he said in a harsh voice filled with
emotion. Patience Michel patience but first get the cushion out. I didn't
have to say more as my hips lifted him up. I needed him higher to guide my
weapon into the love tunnel easier. I could feel his dick pulsating when it
was touched by a few fingers. Oh yeah he was ready for it.

I got closer and spread his legs a bit more. The distance between didn't
last long as with eagerness it approached the entrance. Then all of a
sudden electrifying they touched, leaving it wetter then before as my love
potion started to overflow. I waited and then moved forward again, now
keeping the flesh together, then slowly the slick started to work and the
lips opened up eagerly awaiting its visitor. Then all of a sudden, when it
was far enough in, sucking it in deeper not waiting for the pressure from
outside, like swallowing the cream of a ripe strawberry. Now fully
surrounded by flesh, my dick didn't need the pressure or suction anymore as
it used its own system to fill up with blood and planted itself deeper in
the tunnel. When it reached its deepest point it wanted more, more forward
movement, more sensation given to the love sensors just below the top of
it. As if by its own power it moved back, knowing how to create the feeling
again. Then for a second time sliding in, going for it, trying to bury
itself as far as it could get. Dazzled by the feeling I repeated the
movement a few times. Then slowly other sounds made their way in, Michel I
thought. I stopped, got it out and focused now on Michel, hearing what he
was saying.

"Oh god, more please more Tim. I needed it to be filled, feels so good,
more please, Oh, oh more please come on Tim" he urges me on.

I smiled as I got the impression he liked it but I wanted to see the
pleasure, joy and excitement in his eyes. With my hands I started to push &
said: turn over, I want to look into your eyes doing this. Again I was
surprised by his swift actions, even the pulling up of his legs leaving me
with a view of his open love tunnel, ready for more. I looked up, oh yea
there was it excitement, joy and pleasure all that I thought it would be,
but there was more, there was some wanting and submission he wanted me to
go on he needed me. Then it struck me, he needed me, he needed me as much
as I needed him. With even more love then I had ever felt for him, I moved
closer, forward again until I had reached the entrance again. Now with more
longing then before I pushed in eager to reach the depths of the tunnel,
awaiting the feelings that came with moving in and out of it, first slowly
but then faster and faster. Deeper and deeper until my belly hit his balls,
telling me I was in, as deep as I could. Going back almost out and then
moving completely in again hitting his balls. I looked at it and saw that
his love tool was pulsing, leaking his love potion making a little lake in
his belly button.

Charged by that sight I pushed again and again, now sliding in and out, the
friction of soft skin giving each other optimal pleasure. Our moans became
one with every push, our bodies became one with every push, and even our
minds for one moment felt like one as we both exploded our emotions out of
our body, letting it go with the flow, shooting our basic energy through
it, hitting the inside of his love tunnel, his chest and belly. More and
more found its way out, replaced by feelings of love, of trust, of being
one together. When I slowly started to get my feelings under control, I
looked at him, smiled and moved forward wanting to kiss him, wanting to let
him know that I still loved him although the proof of that had been thrown
into his body and had left mine. When my lips reached his, he opened his
eyes, surprised I was so close.

New jolts of electricity raged through my body when our lips touched and
our tongues started a love dance. I felt new emotions, driven by the kiss,
pure lust and sex which at the high point were taking over and replaced by
a scent of love, deep love for him, Michel. With these emotions my dick
started to make its own conclusions again and started to grow inside
Michel, moving more and more forward and then when he willing and wanting
pushed his body against mine, I was in deeper then before. Michel screamed
and while I reacted he moved forward, not wanting to let go. I pushed back
in again and when those movements came on top of its power, with me buried
deep inside him, he screamed again. Over taken again by lust and love, we
moved from one high to the next, me speeding to a new explosion. I knew I
wasn't alone though as Michel's scream made its own urgency present and
followed quickly by a motion that reached its highest speed only to slow
down by that overflow of an energy driven explosion of our semen leaving
our cocks, mine coating the inside of the tunnel, his hitting now my chest
and face.

This time when we became aware of the world around us, we hardly moved, me
lying on top of him, trying to recoup some energy to move, but also
enjoying the warmth of his body. It took a while till we both moved,
looking at each other. I love you Michel said. I trust you were
surprised. Later Michel told me that had done him even more then our love
play had. It was a total submission by me after topping him, leading our
love play for the longest time ever.

On the following Saturday Michel told me that we'd begin our role-playing
again. Although nervous, I was ready for it. But in those two weeks there
was more that happened. First there was Brandon he really started to become
a good friend to both of us. We spend quite a few hours together at school
when we weren't in class. He became a lot more relaxed and even started to
point at guys and call them cute, something he'd never done before. One
afternoon we ended up sitting on the grass waiting for the school to get
out. We rated quite a few blokes when they left the building. We found out
that Brandon liked a certain type of guy and an idea dawned on me but it
definitively needed to wait. We were not teased too much by the fact we'd
been seen in our undies outside. The number of girls that for some reason
wanted to talk with us was still a lot larger at least for me then before
so it was quite funny. When I asked Brandon if he'd been asked out, he said
several times. None had done that to me yet but then again it at least
meant I didn't need to deal with it either.

We'd seen Martin several times but we never really talked. I knew that
Michel had talked with William quite a lot but I'm not sure if that was
about school work, Martin or the school board were they both where a member
of. Oh yea the school board. They would've their next meeting in about a
week. So far Michel had kept his mouth shut about the plans that a small
group of teachers and parents wanted to bring respect back, had put
forward. I knew that they'd have little chance of success as the students
would never go for anything that would mean a formal kind of
relationship. So the ones that knew about it where just waiting to see what
was going to happen at the next meeting, Michel said that the school paper
had already got stuff ready to publish so it wouldn't take very long to
become known what was spoken about.

The last and maybe most important thing was my relationship with my
dad. I'm not sure if mom noticed anything but in these two weeks we did a
few things together. One of them was a bike ride and we went even out for a
drink together. That was something we'd never done before. I started to see
a completely new dad, more a friend that I could talk with. We talked about
normal subjects most of the time but he asked about Michel quite a bit
too. He had me gotten out to that weekend last but I'd been home for the
two weekends following, just seeing Michel during one of two days in
town. But he managed to get Michel back invited by mom the weekend
afterward, the first weekend we'd play again so I was curious to see what
Michel had in mind.

When we got home that Friday afternoon my Mom didn't say much to
Michel. For some reason, I don't think she liked him. We went up to my
room. We kissed a bit then Michel said: "maybe it's better to get this
weekend's homework out of the way".

"Yea that might not be a bad idea" I said.

So we were working on homework when my dad came in. I looked at him.

"I just wanted to tell you that dinner will be ready in half an hour. Thank
you Sir" Michel said not sure what to say or do.

"You're welcome down here any time you want Michel. I know it might not
feel like that with Tim's mom downstairs but I know you're making Tim very
happy so don't forget that you're welcome no matter how cold Tim's mom
might be".

"Thank you Sir" Michel said again.

"Maybe later tomorrow we can go out for a drink, the three of us"?

"Yea sounds like a plan Dad", I said a bit surprised.

"Well, I just want to get to know Michel better and I don't think that'll
happen around dinner", he said with a smile. "Ok, I'll see you later".

With that he left us to do our homework.

"He's really trying Tim. I can see that. I'm happy that it'll make life a
bit easier for us"!

"I know lets see if we can finish this then we can have some more fun after
dinner".

We had a nice evening together, nothing special happened and although I was
happy Michel was at my place, the idea of having sex in my bedroom was a
step too far. I was just afraid mom or dad would walk in so just some
kissing and making out was all. The next morning after breakfast when we
came back to the bedroom Michel said: "ok Tim, you ready for some more
action today"?

"If you want Sir".

"Good when was the last time you jacked off?".

" A few days ago and of course that evening", I said with a blush.

"Yea ok well from now on I'll tell you when you are allowed to cum and when
it's not ok".

"Yes Sir".

I could feel that my dick had its own ideas about it as it got hard that
second.

"I think then that it's a good idea to go for a swim Tim".

"Yea, why not?"

"I want o leave in about half an hour at the latest".

When we get to the swimming pool he said: "I want you to go into the toilet
area first and use this (he got something out of his bag). It's supposed to
go around the base of your cock and balls. I think you should be able to
put it on the second button. It needs to be as tight as possible".

I looked at it, it was a small 1 cm broad leather band, which was around 10
cm long.

"What does it do"?

"Oh, I am sure you can imagine what it'll do Tim".

"Hmm, keep me hard".

"Yea that's the idea, get you hard to begin with then it'll make it easier
to keep you hard".

"So you want me to stay hard in the pool".

"Yea that's the idea. You're going to show it all off." I blushed a bit at
that idea.

"Then when we get to the locker room I want you to get these speedos on".

He took something out of the bag again. I saw it had an orange color, not a
very dark one.

"Ok".

"We can go their on bike I guess" Mike said.

"Yea, anything else" I asked?

"No, further instructions if necessary, u'll get at the swimming pool. Just
make me proud ok"?

He got closer and kissed me. My hard dick got even harder now. We had some
make out time before we left. Not sure if Michel did that on purpose or not
but it got me horny as hell by the time we left. When we got to the
swimming pool, I went into the toilet area and pushed down my trousers and
briefs I was wearing. I got the black leather belt and pushed it around my
cock and balls. I managed to get it on the third button as it was quite
tight. I felt my dick start to come back to life really fast. I pulled my
briefs up again. I had to work them a bit to get them over my balls and
dick. I looked down and saw it ...


So what is going to happen in that swimmingpool, is tim really going to
enjoy himself again.For any idea's comments etc send an e-mail to
noway16@hotmail.com. You can also visit www.timsfunplace.com for more
written stories.