Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 11:42:47 +0000
From: "K. Neil" <no1koontzfan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Time With Tim

PART 1

"When will they be here?"  I asked Mom as she read the letter.
	"On Thursday it seems.  Carol says that they will leave their house at
around six and be here around four-thirty Thursday afternoon."
	I shrugged and walked to my room leaving Mom to her letter.  I didn't
even know these people and  they were going to be spending an entire
week in my house.  It seemed that Carol was a college friend of my Mom's
that she had not seen in a long time.  Carol had a son just two years
younger than myself and she was bringing him along.  That would be great
I thought to myself, some strange kid hanging around all week, great.  I
went back into the living room.  "Mom, where's this kid going to sleep?"
	"Paul, his name is Timmy, and he will bunk with you."
	"With me?  What does that mean"  I asked just a little annoyed at
getting just the answer that I had expected.
	"It means that you and he will be sharing your room during Carol's
visit and that you will make him feel welcome, understood?"
	"Yes, ma'am."  I sulked back down the hall to my room to enjoy the last
little time that it would be mine alone.
	On Thursday Mom was frantically cleaning when I got up at ten.  She had
already cleaned the kitchen and was now working on the living room and
the den.  Although she cleaned every day she was now running around
yelling about not getting this mess cleaned up in time and not wanting
Carol to see the house looking like it was.   I looked around and could
nothing that needed cleaning.
	"Is you room clean?"  Mom asked from the den.
	"Yes, you just made me clean it two days ago, remember?"
	"If I go in there and it's not, you will be in for it."
	"Okay, okay.  it's  clean.  Go  look."  I said quickly making way back
to my room to pick up the clothes that were strewn on the floor and
throw them in the hamper.  That was better.  It would pass inspection as
long as she didn't open the closet.
	"Is your closet clean.  Timmy will need to put his things in there."
Mom yelled from the den.
	Damn, she always knew where to get me.  I began to organize the things
in the closet as she yelled more questions that I chose not to hear, let
alone listen to, from down the hall.
	Four-thirty came finally.  Mom had been cleaning all day and had been
to the market three times to be sure she was prepared.  In my family
company means preparation.  There has to be too much food, too many
plans, and far too much cleaning done for even the royal family to come
and stay.  They pulled into the drive in a new car that looked to me
like some kind of sports car.  What was this woman?  My Mother drove a
minivan and my father a Volvo.  Here is this lady pulling up in our
driveway in a brand-new sports car.  She got out of the car and I could
see why.  She was about five feet, seven inches tall but her heels made
her look taller and her hair made her look like an Amazon.  Then came
Timmy, just thirteen years-old, let me say that I had never before
thought of another guy as interesting, but Timmy was beautiful.  He
stood at least five eight and was thin, but not to thin.  He looked like
he was seventeen.  Blue eyes, blonde hair, tanned skin, and he obviously
worked out.   He got out of the car and all I could do was stare.  I had
never met Timmy but had seen his pictures since the day he was born.
Every year my Mom would receive the latest picture of Carol's family.
The most recent one I had seen was from last Christmas and this was not
the same boy that was in that picture.  The boy in the picture was too
thin, with glasses, not this David -looking creature before me now.
	As I stared he came over and extended hi s hand.  I took it and we
shook.  "I'm Tim and you must be Paul.  My Mom's always telling me about
you from your Mom's letters."
	"Yeah, same here."  I couldn't help myself, I was dumbfounded.   I must
have looked like I was crazy the way I just stood there open-mouthed and
staring.
	"Let's go inside"  I heard my Mom say from behind me.  "It's more
comfortable and we can talk.  Why don't you show Timmy your room, Paul."
	"Okay, come on.  It's this way."  I motioned for Tim to follow me into
the house.
	When we in my room Tim sat on the bed and lay back against the wall.
He looked so man-like.  I didn't know what had come over me.  I had
never before been in the least bit attracted to another guy, but this
guy was turning me to jelly.  I sat on the bed beside him and asked "So,
what's it like in Minnesota?"
	"Cold.  Always cold."  He said smiling.
	"Really, do you like it there?"
	"Not really.  We just moved there last year.  I like the old place
better."
	"Where was that?"  I found it easy to talk to him.  He seemed like a
genuinely nice guy so far.  This may not be too bad after all.  Well,
after I got over being in awe of him anyway.
	"California.  I Ioved it there.  It was always warm and I never had to
walk in the snow."  He said with a look of disgust.
	"I guess that makes sense.  Mom says that you'll be bunking with me.  I
have a sleeping bag if you want to sleep on the floor."
	"That's cool.  Thanks."  I got up and went to the closet to retrieve
the sleeping bag.
	"Hey, Paul.  Do you have a girlfriend?"  He asked smiling.
	"No, why?"  I thought this question a bit strange seeing that he had
just met me not five minutes ago, but passed it off as just weird and
went on.  "No girlfriend."
	"Oh."  was all he said.    At that point Mom called from the kitchen
that we should come out and get ready to go.  Mom had made plans for the
four of us to go out to dinner at a nice restaurant in town.  We all
readied ourselves and we were off to dinner.
	After getting back from dinner and some shopping it was almost ten o'
clock, my bedtime.  "You boys go off to the bedroom and get ready for
bed."  Mom commanded just as soon as we were in the door.
	Tim and walked to my room and I started to undress for bed.  almost
forgetting about my guest I stripped out of my jeans, t-shirt and
briefs.  When I looked up I could have sworn Tim was looking at me.  I
quickly put on a fresh pair of briefs and crawled into the bed.  Tim
looked a little awkward as he began to undress.  "You can use the
bathroom if you want,  it's just through that door."  I said pointing to
the door at the end of the bed.
	"No, I'm cool.  Thanks."  With that he too stripped out of his jeans,
shirt and boxers.  For a moment he just stood there and I couldn't help
but stare.  I had seen plenty of guys naked before, but none of them had
ever interested me.  As Tim stood nude before me I felt a stirring under
my covers.  When I put my hand on my briefs I could feel that I had
suddenly sprang a boner.  What was up with that?
	Tim put on a pair of fresh boxers from his suitcase and proceeded to
roll out my sleeping bag on the floor next to my bed.  He lay down and
said good night as I turned off the overhead light.  I lay there in the
bed just a few feet from him and wondered what was happening?  Why had
the sight of Tim's nakedness gotten me excited?  It just didn't make
sense.  As these thoughts ran through my head I could clearly see Tim's
body in my mind.  He had been so beautiful.  So slim and trim, his dick
about three inches long softly lying against his body.  I couldn't help
it, he was too much, the whole damn thing was too much.
	The next morning I woke up before dawn.   I leaned over and saw that
Tim was still sleeping soundly on the floor.  As I started to get up I
noticed that my dick was still in the same condition it had been last
night when I had fallen asleep.  This happen on more mornings than not,
but this morning I couldn't do what I usually did to rid myself of the
problem.  I slowly, carefully, stepped over Tim and started on my way to
the bathroom.  "Hey, you awake too?"
	I jumped and turned to see Tim sitting up on the floor looking at me.
"Yeah," I managed to say through my labored breathing.  "You scared me."
	"Oh, sorry."  He looked right at my crotch.  "Not too bad I guess,
huh?"  He smiled and I cover myself with my hand as best I could.  I
turned and went into the bathroom.
	The rest of the day went as it should have.  My Mom dragged all of us
through all of the sites in the city and then more shopping and then
dinner.  Again as we got home Tim and I were instructed to get ready for
bed.  We made our way to the bedroom and went through our ritual yet one
more time.  Only this time when I took off my briefs I knew that Tim was
looking.
	"You know, Paul, the floor is pretty uncomfortable.  I didn't get much
sleep last night when I was down there.  If you don't mind I could share
the bed with you."
	I had to swallow hard not to choke on what I was saying. "Sure, no
problem."
	Tim changed as he had the night before and crawled in the bed next to
me.  I reached to turn out the light and lightly brushed Tim's arm.  He
didn't move as I had expected him to, in fact I thought that I noticed
him press a little against my chest as it brushed him.   I lay back on
the bed and tried to get comfortable, it was difficult with someone else
in the bed.  I ended up on my side facing the wall.  As I started to
drift off to sleep Tim said "Paul, you awake?"
	"Yeah."  I said trying to sound more awake than  actually was.
	"Can I ask you a question?  You don't have to answer if you don't
want.?"
	I was then fully awake and fully curious what this question was going
to be.  "Okay, what?"
	"Do you...I mean...have you ever...?"  He trailed off and acted as if
he wouldn't finish the thought, then "Have you ever touched anyone?  I
mean...you know?"
	I was stunned by the question and just a little unsure as to what it
pertained to.   I had to be careful.  I could get into real trouble with
this one.  I had to take the safe way out.  So I simply said "No, why?"
	"No one?  Not even a girl?"  He asked with some hint of astonishment.
	"What do you mean `Not even a girl'?" At this point I turned over and
saw that Tim's arm was under the cover and there was something moving
under there also.
	"Well, have you ever thought about touching a guy...you know...his
dick?"  He was asking me if I had ever thought about another guy.  What
the hell was going on here?  "No, have you?"
	"Well, don't think I'm weird, but sometimes I do.  Is that bad?"  He
asked apparently truly wanting my input.
	"Well, no...I guess not.  What do you think about doing?"  I could feel
myself getting aroused as the conversation went on.  I couldn't help it.
	"Sometimes I think about just touching them and feeling what it feels
like, but then I saw this movie once where this lady put a guy in her
mouth..."  He stopped there and looked at me.  He looked as if he was
going to cry.  "I'm sorry"  and he turned away from me.
	"Hey, hold on.  What?"  I asked his back.
	"I'll stop talking.  I probably shouldn't be saying those things.
You'll probably not want me around anymore.  That's okay, I'll
understand."
	"No, it's okay."  I still wasn't ready to admit that I would love to be
the one that got the special treatment from this hunk of a boy.  "You
can talk about what you want.  I'll listen.  Go ahead."  I lay back
casually and waited for him to continue.
	"Well, I don't think about girls.  At least not like that." He rolled
over again to face me.   I just stared at the ceiling.  "Not like I
think about you."  Shock doesn't begin to describe the feeling.  I was
stunned.  I lay there acting as if I hadn't heard what he said.  Then I
was yanked back by the feeling of a hand on my thigh.  At first I
thought that I had imagined it, or that Tim had just brushed up against
me accidentally, but then it happened again.  This time though he didn't
take hi hand away.  He slowly began to move it higher on my leg.  I
thought that  I should make him stop, but my body was not responding to
my brain, only to the hand that eventually found the bulge in the front
of my briefs.  "Do you like it when I touch you, Paul?"  Tim whispered
as he leaned in close to my ear.  The feel of his warm breath was so
invigorating.  All I could think was that I should stop him, but all I
could do was lie there.  He began to slowly massage my dick through my
briefs.  It got harder by the minute to not yell out in sheer pleasure
as his hand moved up and down my hard dick.   "Paul?"
	"Yeah?"  Was all I could manage.
	"Do you like it when I touch you like this?"
	I prepared myself to say no but as my mouth formed the words something
happened  "Oh, yeah."  I was amazed at what I had uttered.  I wanted to
say no.  No, damn it.
	 Tim continued to massage my dick as he reached for my hand and placed
it on the bulge in his boxers.  I tried to pull way, but all I could do
was repeat the same movement that he was doing to me.  I was playing
with another guys dick, and I liked it.  I felt the pressure building
and I knew that I was going to explode right there in my underwear.
Just then Tim stopped massaging my dick.  I thought that it was over,
but then I saw that he going lower on the bed.  I didn't realize what
was happening until I felt my briefs being pulled down and off of me.
Still I was not sure of what was going to happen next.  Then I felt Tim
place his mouth where his hand had been only moments ago.  His mouth was
warm and felt great wrapped around me.  I had never felt anything quite
like this before.  He began to suck on the tip and then put almost the
whole thing in his mouth.  That's all it took.  I exploded then and
there.  After I stopped I looked down and saw Tim wiping his mouth with
my briefs.  I looked around and saw none of my mess anywhere.  Where was
it?  It only took a second before I put the two together.  Tim had
swallowed all of it.  He smiled at me from between my legs.  "Was it
good?"  He asked shyly.  All I could was smile.


PART 2

I had just had one of the most exciting events in my lifetime happen.
I couldn't bring myself to believe that it had happened when I awoke the
following morning.  Had Tim and  really done the things that I thought
we had done?  Was this all a dream?  All I could seem to think was that
I truly hoped it wasn't.
	As I woke I could feel Tim pressed against my back.  His arm lay across
my side and dangled in front of me.  His morning erection was pressed
firmly against my butt.  Just thinking about what had transpired the
night before returned me to an excited state.  I grabbed Tim's arm and
placed it on the bed so that I could get out.  As I laid his hand on the
mattress he groggily smiled at me, "Hey, good morning."  Unsure of what
to say to him I simply returned the smile.  "What do they have for us
today?"  He asked sitting up in the bed.
	"I'm not sure.   I think Mom said something about going to the beach
for a while."
	"Oh, sounds like fun."  As he got out of the bed I realized that he was
naked.  His boxers lie on the floor where he had thrown them last
night.  He walked to the bathroom and and I could here him peeing.  The
thought of him standing there, completely nude, in my bathroom flashed
through my mind and created electric charges that could be felt in my
toes.  "Hey, Paul, what do you say we see if we can stay here all day
instead of the beach thing?  Wouldn't that be cool?"
	I"I don't know.  We'd have to ask permission."
	"Oh, they'll let us.  Then they can go shopping and talk and do all
that junk that they've already drug us to."  He smiled.  He had a
beautiful smile.  All white teeth and dimples.
	We talked the plan over with our mothers who wholeheartedly agreed that
we could handle being alone in the house for the day.  They almost
seemed excited that we were going with them.  All I could think of was
what we would do for the entire day while they were gone.  With that
thought I could feel my smile widening.
	"Okay, boys, we're off."  Mom said as her and Carol got into the car.
Tim and I stood on the porch waving to them as they drove down the
street and around the corner out of site.  I kept glancing at Tim to see
if I could catch a hint of what he had planned for us today, but his
faced said nothing and neither did he.  We both walked back into the
house and Tim went directly to my room.  I went into the kitchen and
started to make myself some lunch.  A turkey sandwich and a Coke.  That
would do.  "Tim, you want something to eat?"  I called down the hall to
him.  After a few seconds with no answer I decided I should go and ask
him.  As I walked into the room Tim was lying on my bed looking at a
magazine that had been on my nightstand.  "You want something?"  I asked
as I took a bite of the sandwich in my hand.  "There's all kinds of food
in there if you're hungry."  He didn't look away from the magazine.
"Tim...hey."  As he Looked up finally I could tell that he wanted to ask
something.  I sat on the floor in front of the bed and looked up at him
expectantly.
	"Paul...um...I was thinking."  He stopped talking and again looked at
the magazine.
	"Yeah, about what?"  I knew perfectly well what was happening.  He was
regretting last night.  I prepared my self to be right there with him,
although I knew that I had no regrets.
	"Well...I just didn't want you to think I was...you know.   I don't
know why I did that.  I mean...I don't know."  He shook his head and
looked at me as if to say `help'.
	"No, it's cool.  We're okay.  It was a one time thing.  Stuff like that
happens, you know."
	"That's just it.  I'm not ashamed of doing it.  It's just that I
shouldn't have done it to you.  I mean, I shouldn't have."
	"Why?"  I asked now completely perplexed.
	"You know.  You're not gay.  Are you?"
	"I never thought about it.  Are you?"
	"I think so.  I mean, I look at guys all the time.  At school school
when we have to take showers together I look at them."
	"Tim, there's nothing wrong with that.  Maybe your just going through
some thing, you know."  I was trying to be supportive but really had no
idea what to say.
	"I don't think it is.  I have this friend that showed me how to...you
know...play with myself, but he wouldn't let me touch him.  All I could
do was think about how much I wanted to touch and for him to touch me."
	I decided to be bold and just go for it "Tim."  I said to get his
attention.  I stood up and leaned over his legs.  He was shocked when my
lips pressed against his but it only took him a second before he was
kissing me back.   I lay on the bed beside him and we kissed for a few
more minutes and then he pulled back "Wow, I didn't think you'd do
that."
	"Do what?"  I asked with a huge grin spread across my face.
	"I really like you, Paul. I know that sounds stupid, but I do.  I don't
mean like a friend either.  I mean I liked what happened last night."
	As I looked into the beautiful face that was there before me and heard
him say those words I knew, right then, that I could never be happy
without a man.  I was gay.  For some reason this revelation did not come
as a shock to me at all.  It just seemed that it had always been that
way.  Strange how we know things that we don't tell ourselves.  With
that I leaned in and kissed him again, but this time I wasn't going to
stop there.  As we kissed I pulled myself closer to him until my body
was against his.  Then I slowly ran my hand down his chest until I could
feel the bulge in his shorts.  As I softly, gently kneaded him he
wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him.  I never could have
imagined such a thing happening, but now it was as natural as breathing.
	After some heavy petting and a lot of groping we began to get a little
more serious.  Tim began to remove my clothes, starting with my
t-shirt.  I was soon completely nude lying atop the covers and Tim was
rubbing his hands all over my body.  His hands were so warm and so
strong.  He again went down and began to suck me.  I remembered the
sensation from last night, but today it seemed so much more.  I was in
heaven.  I looked down at the top of his head as he began to move up and
down on me.  When he noticed me watching he looked up and caught me with
his blue eyes and smiled , as much as he could anyway.
	When he finished I was exhausted.  Tim lay next to me on the bed and
just touched me everywhere.  He couldn't seem to keep his hands still.
He explored every part of my body with his hands.  Then he began to kiss
my chest, then my stomach, then my thighs.  I had to stop him before I
went mad.   I looked into his eyes and he knew what I wanted.  He lay
back on the bed.  This time it was my turn.  I was unsure about how good
I was going to be at this, but there was nothing in this world that I
wanted to do more.
	I felt him tense up when I first put it in my mouth.  I had never
tasted anything like that before.  I had never thought anything could
taste so good.  The flavor of his skin, the smell of him was
overpowering.  I began to slowly suck him into my mouth.  I could feel
it get even harder as I started to move up and down.  I guess I lost
myself in my work because the next thing I remember is feeling something
wet in my mouth.  At first I was confused, but then realized what I was
tasting.  I hadn't expected it to taste like that.  I actually enjoyed
it.   I swallowed every last drop.
	

PART 3

I was getting used to waking up and finding myself snuggled into Tim.
I don't think I could ever remember sleeping so well as did after our
little romps.  As I lay there just enjoying the comfort and the warmth
of Tim I heard something that I had truuly hoped was not right.
	"Well, Carol,  I wish you guys should stay longer.  I know Paul is
going to be very upset, he and Tim see to be hitting it off really
well."  I heard my Mom say.
	"I know, I intended to stay longer, but with all that's happened back
home I just have to get back."
	This couldn't be happening.  Tim was going to leave today.  I rolled
over and shook Tim to wake him.  He smiled that cute little groggy smile
and said good morning a he kissed me.  "Tim..."  He must have seen
something in my face.
	"What.  Why are you looking at me like that?"
	"I just heard something..."  I was cut off by someone knocking on my
bedroom door.  Tim quickly jumped into the floor and wrapped himself in
the sleeping bag.
	"Yeah?"  I yelled to whomever stood on the other side of the door.
	"Paul"  It was Mom "Paul Tim needs to get up nd get his things
together."  Mom said.  I couldn't believe I was hearing this.  They were
really leaving.  Tim would be gone soon.  I hadn't thought about what
would happen when it was time for them to go.
	"Yeah...Tim."  I reached down and touched his shoulder appearing to be
waking him.  Tim waited until Mom had closed the door and then crawled
back into the bed.  He kissed me gently and then got up to get his
clothes on and go see what was happening.
	It seemed like forever before Tim returned to the room.  I had tried
to listen but they were talking too softly to be heard.  When Tim walked
through the door I knew it was something bad.  "What is it? "
	"My Grandma's in the hospital and Mom wants to be there with her.  She
says the doctors think she may not come out."
	"Oh..."  was all I could say.  What could I say?  I wasn't doing good
at this.  I looked at Tim, he looked as if he might cry.  I guess I
should have been thinking more of his grandmother, but all I could think
was just how beautiful he was standing there before me.  I walked over
to hima nd put my arms around him.  "I'm sorry.  I hope that she'll be
okay."  I whispered into his shoulder.
	"Who cares.  She'll be okay.  She always is."  Tim said through the
tears that were building rappidly in his beautiful blue eyes.  "I don't
want to leave."  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to
him.  "I don't want to go home."
	"I love you."  I said before I thought  it.  I was as shocked to hear
it come from me as I thought Tim would have been, but instead he only
pulled back and looked into my eyes.
	"I love you, too."  Then he kissed me.  This was heaven.  I really did
love Tim.  I hadn't known it until the moment  I gave voice to it, but
I loved this young boy that clung to me while he cried.  I was in love.


	I know that was a short chapter and I now I did end it.  It was
time to go on from these two.  I will be creating new characters and new
situations in the next one I write.  I hope all of you enjoyed the story
and I hope no one is disappointed.  Again, I want to thank you all for
the woonderful responses.  They have inspired me to keep at this.  Thank
you all.  See you again soon.