Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2002 17:43:30 -0500
From: Jesse Fonda <jf2411@bellsouth.net>
Subject: "Meeting Tim" Part 4 (Revised)

This is a story of a teenage boy having sex with an adult
male.
I wish it were true but it is a fantasy. In real life don't
do drugs. Also in a fantasy you don't have to worry about
STDs and HIV/AIDS. ALWAYS protect yourself and your partner.
If you don't approve of Homosexual sex or are too young or
it is illegal to read this type of story where you live
please DON'T.

No part of this work may be used or re-produced in any
manner without written permission of the writer.

My other stories are "A 9-year-olds Tale", "A 12-year-olds
Tale", "Greg and Danny" and "Richard"

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MEETING TIM Part 4


I couldn't wait for the last Thursday in June to arrive.
Meeting Tim was all I could think about. I jerked off like
crazy remembering what it felt like when he fucked me. I
just couldn't believe how lucky I was to have met him that
night in the diner. I had to be the luckiest kid alive.

School was over. The summer loomed ahead. Tim and I hadn't
talked about it at all. I came up with the idea by myself. I
just hoped Tim would go along.

I told my Parents I was going to sleep out with my friend
Doug and cleared it with Doug so I wouldn't get caught. I
stood in front of the grade school down the street from my
house waiting for my big handsome Tim to pick me up, my
sleeping bag and a gym bag on the sidewalk next to me.

Tim pulled in to the circular drive and stopped in front of
me. I leaned in the open window and said "Hi! Can I stay all
night?"

His face lit up with a grin as he said, "Sure Mark, that'd
be great. Throw your stuff in the back seat".

I was so excited I couldn't sit still. Thinking about Tim's
fat cock fucking my ass didn't help. I babbled all the way
to the motel about exams, parties, people he didn't know and
other stuff. All he could get in were a couple of Yeas! And
Really?

When we got in the motel room I stripped. (I loved doing
this as Tim sneaked glances at me in the mirror while he
mixed drinks. It made me feel sexy). He handed me a Vodka
and Coke and took off the rest of his clothes as I watched.
Every time I first saw him naked when we got to the motel I
marveled that I was there with him. What in the world did he
see in me? I was just a silly kid.

I actually restrained myself from attacking him like last
month and we sat on the beds talking for a while as we
sipped the drinks. Mine was soon gone and he stood and took
the glass and put it and his half full one on the nightstand
and said, "Move over Mark, I can't keep my hands off you for
another second".

I felt myself shudder in anticipation.

There just wasn't any way I could get close enough to him. I
loved the way his chest hairs rubbed against my nipples and
our cocks rubbed and leaked on each other as we kissed and
held each other. I pulled back. I let my eyes and hands
wander over his chest and nipples I loved sucking them but I
wanted to play with his cock and balls. Tim had a narrow
waist and slim hips. He was perfectly proportioned.

His big cock truly was the most magnificent thing. It was at
least twelve-inches long and bigger around than my wrist.
When he lay on his back the tip went way past his belly
button. In proportion the head was rather small and cute. I
wanted to put just the head in my mouth and lick and suck
it. I spent at least fifteen minutes making sure the head
and shaft were all licked clean. Then I hefted his big
balls. They were each as large as a jumbo egg. They touched
the bed as they hung between his spread legs. I made sure
they were all licked too. I hoped they were full of cum as I
moved up and just lay on top of him kissing his face and we
played cat and mouse with our tongues. He rolled me off so
that we were on our sides facing each other after a few
minutes.

I let my hands wander over his muscular shoulders and back
as his hands caressed mine. He cupped my left ass cheek in
his big strong hand and squeezed. I finally gasped, "Please
Tim, hurry. Put your fingers in. I can't wait. Please Tim,
fuck me."

"Damn! Mark, I love it when you talk like that. You look
like an angel, but you have the soul of a first class slut.
That's what I love about you baby", he told me as he reached
over for the lube.

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs and slid them up so
he could apply the KY and slide two fingers into my ass. He
leaned into me and kissed me again, his tongue dueling with
mine as he began to make room for his fat cock.

"Are you ok"? He asked as he rotated his fingers inside my
sphincter.

 I moaned, "Yes. Go ahead"

He kissed me and found my prostate and began massaging it.
I could barely stand it; I was already so hot and horny for
him. I begged him again, "Please Tim, hurry. I need you to
put it in and fuck me".

Tim smiled and pushed three thick fingers up me. "Take it
easy Baby, it's better if we go slow".

In less time than it takes to write this I had four of Tim's
fingers in my now relaxed ass. It took less time now. I
opened for him much easier than the first time. He twisted
them and pressed them deeper. I was pushing down trying to
get his hand, arm, his whole body inside me. I sighed deeply
as he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself above me.
I could feel the tip of his dickhead at my entrance and I
just put my legs around his waist and pulled myself up onto
him. His big fuck pole filled me completely.

"God! Mark slow down. We have all night. Don't hurt
yourself. Take your time",
Tim chided me.

"God Tim! Fuck me." I demanded.

I arched my back trying to rub my hard nipples against his,
feeling the curly hairs on his chest tickle them as his cock
began to piston in and out of my suctioning ass. My muscles
clamping down as his cock withdrew and relaxing as it surged
back in to fill me so totally. It's impossible to explain
how fulfilling it was to be fucked by this incredible man.

"Jesus Mark! Your so hot I could fuck you forever." Tim told
me as he slowed down to make it last.

The head of my cock was being massaged by Tim's hard, furry
abdomen. Both were covered with my slippery slim. I was only
slightly conscious of this. The feeling of his twelve-inch
man-meat pounding into my wet, slippery rectum was paramount
in my thoughts.

No way did I want him to slow down. I wanted him to fill me
with cum.

I kissed him hard and started to pump my ass against him. I
was frantic for him to keep fucking me. "Tim, Please don't
stop. I want you to keep fucking me forever." I begged him a
lot louder than I intended. I was almost crying in
frustration.

"Ok Baby, Your wish is my command. If you want to be fucked
that bad I'm going to fuck you the way you deserve to be
fucked."

He didn't slow down again. He just fucked me, hard, deep and
fast. I was overcome by pure ecstasy. I was moaning and
trashing under him as he pounded my more than willing ass. I
was screaming "Oh, Yes, Baby! Give it to me. Goddamn! Tim
more. Fuck me Tim! Just fuck me!"

For a change he listened to me and pounded my ass into the
bed. I could hear the headboard hitting the wall. It sounded
like machine gun fire. "Oh god Tim! I love your big dick,
Baby. Fuck me whenever you want. I can take it. I need to
get it from you everyday, all day. Fuck me like you mean it
Tim." I was ready to pass out from the overwhelming
sensations emanating from my ass. His huge meat was stroking
my little nut with every insertion. God! Yes! Baby! Deeper!
I would never tire of this not as long as I was alive.

It didn't take much longer until he pushed his huge cock
deep into me and started to pump my ass full of cum. As he
did I began to empty my own cum onto our chests and bellies.
We just collapsed into a hot, sweaty, exhausted heap.

It only took about ten minutes for me to cum when I jerked
off but Tim could fuck me for a half hour or more and I
never came before I felt him begin to pump his hot, thick,
creamy ropes of cum deep inside my guts.

We eventually started to disentangle ourselves. He kissed me
tenderly and then with a gleam in his eye asked me, "Was
that OK or do you want it again?"

I chuckled and told him "Of course I want it again you
asshole, but let's wait until later.  Maybe I'll fuck you
next time" We had slipped into our big brother / little
brother roles again.

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E-mail from Tim

Dear Mark,

You did a great job. You've outdone yourself. I have only
one comment. You said, "What in the world did he see in me?"
Read this again. It answers that question.

I also want to apologize to you for what happened later that
night. It was insensitive and selfish of me. Please forgive
me.

Love Tim

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Dearest Tim,

If you mean waking me up to fuck me, there is nothing to
forgive. It's the time I remember best (except for the first
time of course). You used my ass for your own pleasure and
that in itself pleased me.  I loved you with all my heart
Tim. My ass was there for you to use any time and in any way
you wanted. After all, as you said, "God made it for you to
fuck".

Love, Mark

************************************************************


Dearest Mark,

Thank You. You really are the sweetest person I've ever
known.

Love Tim
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Dear Tim,

I hate to tell you this but it's difficult to remember each
and every time you fucked me and describe all the details.
(It's the details I have trouble with, not the remembering
each and every time you fucked me part). The details really
don't change that much. So I'll just tell you what I can
remember and then you add what you remember.

After the wild frenzy of the first fuck that night, we
showered and then just lolled around bareassed. We had
several drinks, I think and watched some TV.

Most of the time I had my hands on some part of your body,
mostly your dick. I remember very clearly trying to get both
your balls in my mouth at the same time but you made it real
clear that wasn't working. So I just licked them and sucked
them one at a time while working two fingers in your ass.

Tim, if your fingers had been in my ass I would have been
begging you to fuck me again inside of five minutes. I think
you let me finger fuck you for at least an hour.

I really should have fucked you that night. After the
fucking you gave me you deserved a reward. Come to think of
it you did get your reward, another great piece of ass.

As long as we're on that subject, I hated it when you would
tell me I was a great piece of ass. It made me feel like
that's all I was to you, just an ass for you to fuck. I
should have told you then.

Somehow, "Shut up. I'm trying to fuck you here." Or  "Baby,
You ready to get it again?" Wasn't as bad. You really were
the crudest man. But then you are from Northern New Jersey.
You're just lucky you were so damn handsome with a big fat,
hard, powerful, slime-leaking, fuck-tool or I would have
dumped you after the second date

Anyway, about nine o'clock you said it was time for bed,
turned off the TV and lights and we got under the covers.
You probably never gave it a second thought but for me it
was an enormous thrill knowing that I was going to be with
you all night long. In fact it was the first time we ever
got under the covers together.

The frenzy was past. We made love for a long time. It was
slow and sweet, warm and tender. You had even shaved for me.
You must have fucked me for nearly two hours and I loved
every minute of it. You really were the most wonderful man.
I said earlier in the story that I loved you but that was
the night I fell IN Love with You. I never wanted it to end.

Love Mark


My Dearest Mark

You're right on with this one. Moaning, groaning and hard
fuck-tools have no place in this fuck scene. I remember that
time better than all the others. I may say I liked you best
when you acted like an untamable animal but that time was
the best sex I ever had.

By the way, you were a great piece of ass

Love Tim


Meeting Tim continued

I woke up slowly. I knew I wasn't in my room at home and Tim
was caressing my ass. I was curled on my side facing away
from him. I wiggled my ass a little to let him know I was
awake and I liked it. I felt him roll toward me and he
whispered in my ear, "I'm going to fuck you. You want the
poppers"? He was holding them in front of my face. I took
the inhaler but just held it. This was the one time Tim
didn't use his fingers to check if I was ready for him. He
just guided the head of his dick to my asshole and pushed
his huge hard cock up into me forcing me onto my stomach at
the same time and pushing my legs as wide apart as he could
with his knees. He fucked me. Dear God! Did he fuck me!
There was nothing tender about it.  It was pure animal lust
on both our parts. Tim pushed as hard and deeply into my ass
as he could on every down stroke pulling almost out on every
up stroke. I was working as hard as I could straining up to
force his big cock as deeply as possible into my ass, up as
he surged into me, down as he pulled out, over and over and
over again. He didn't try to kiss me. I never turned my head
to kiss him. I heard him panting next to my ear as he fucked
me. He had fucked me hard before but never like this he was
abusing my ass and I was more than willing to let him, in
fact I was doing every thing possible to help him. I had
never wanted to be fucked by him more desperately than at
that moment and I wanted it to go on for the rest of the
night.

He rammed that thick sperm tube into me and I felt him pump
his cum into me for the third time that night. When he was
done he mumbled, "Thanks Baby", rolled off me and went back
to sleep. I knew at that moment I belonged to him body and
soul. I could never refuse him anything. I was his, to be
used by him whenever he wanted; however he wanted.

He never fucked me like that again but I often wished that
he had.

The next morning we showered and Tim got dressed for work.
We left early so he could drop me off at the school. In the
car he told me that his friend, Shawn might come to
Pennsylvania with him sometime. My first thought was that I
wouldn't be able to Meet Tim, but he said, "Don't worry,
Mark, that won't happen, We'll still get together, he
probably won't even come along.

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Dearest Mark,

I wanted you to fuck me that night. I just didn't know how
to tell you. The Irish macho thing got in the way. How could
I let a kid fuck me?

Again I am so sorry. Even after reading your view of it, I'm
sorry. I never should have done that to you. I was just
insensitive and selfish. I'm just glad I didn't hurt you.

With heartfelt Regrets, Tim


Dearest Tim,

My only regret was that you didn't do it again.

I'm going to skip over July. How many different ways can I
say Tim fucked me and I loved him fucking me? Both times we
were in the missionary position.

Remember August you Bastard? You should have explained about
Shawn.

TO BE CONTINUED