Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2009 21:40:07 -0800 From: Oral Litener Subject: HOTEL TIMES 2 Disclaimer: The people and events described here are completely fictional. This story involves young boys, nudity and graphically depicts preteen and adult/preteen sexual situations. If this offends you, or if there are laws in your area prohibiting you from reading this type of story...you should go somewhere else. If you choose to stay and read, I hope you enjoy the story. This is the second part of "HOTEL TIMES"; if you enjoy my stories, I would love to hear from you at orallite@inbox.com. ================== From HOTEL TIMES: Finally Gordon made the decision. "Tim, I'm going to stand up! You wrap your legs around me and hold on. Like that Gordon and what looked like his papoose managed to get into the bathroom, into the shower and stand under the water until enough water had seeped between them to free them from the death grip of Gordon's cum. So it was that Gordon and Timmy were ready for a new day filled with new discoveries, new realizations and, perhaps, even a few new positions. =========================== HOTEL TIMES 2 After dressing, Gordon and Timmy made a stop in Timmy's room where he could get some clean clothes on his newly cleaned body. As Gordon sat on Timmy's bed, watching him strip naked and then run around to collect clean clothes, he felt like this must be a sweet dream. Just yesterday he caught a little thief stealing a candy bar and less than 24-hours later they had not only seen each other naked and washed each other in the shower, they had both experienced orgasms by the other's hands (and mouths). The strangest and perhaps scariest thing however was Gordon's emotional reaction to Timmy. He felt about Timmy, on that emotional level, like a father must feel about his only son: he was ready to stand between Timmy and any things or forces that might harm him; even if it meant he would be harmed or worse. Yes, Timmy more than satisfied Gordon's sexual desires but these emotional forces were far more powerful than an aphrodisiac. When Timmy was dressed in a new pair of shorts and a colorful t-shirt they went down to breakfast at Gordon's favorite restaurant. The waitresses of course knew nothing about Gordon's relationship with Timmy and immediately assumed that he was either a relative or the son of a close friend. They fawned over Timmy, finger brushing his hair, telling him how cute he was and, in general, embarrassing the shit out of him. By the time they left the restaurant he was red as a beet -- both from embarrassment and the frustration every 10-year old feels when repeatedly reminded that he is soooo cute! Gordon and Timmy sat on a sofa in a waiting area while Gordon explained what he had to do this morning. "Tim, I'm going to be busy for two or three hours this morning. I have to check up on my security guards, read their reports, make a report to the General Manager and probably fix a bunch of problems. What do you want to do with your morning? Timmy thought for a couple minutes and then said: "I guess I want to go swimming for a while and then maybe play for a while at the video arcade and maybe then . . . is it OK if I go hang out in the security office? I remember the combination!" "Of course it's OK Tim." Gordon assured him. "I was serious about what I said yesterday; any time, day or night, whether I'm there or not, the Security office is YOUR office too! Just remember the two rules: no one else knows about our special friendship and no one else knows the combination to the office." "I swear!" Timmy said in response. "Can I give you a hug in public?" "Yes! Hugs are perfectly fine in public," Gordon replied, "just don't go patting me on the butt!" Timmy giggled. "Hey! That's something I haven't done yet -- I can't wait." Gordon also laughed. "OK wise guy, I'll see you later. Gordon went off in one direction to earn his salary while Timmy went back up to his room to grab his bathing suit. In his room Timmy debated whether to put his bathing suit on and just carry a towel o to take the bathing suit and towel with him. He decided to take the swim suit and towel to the pool and maybe show off his body for the hidden camera in the changing room -- even though no one would be watching. When Timmy got to the pool, there was a short line for the changing rooms and he found himself in line behind the very same "little brother" he had seen on the monitor yesterday. Timmy got instantly sexed-up -- fortunately he had a towel to hide the bulge in his shorts. The changing room line moved slowly and Timmy had a plan. "Hi!" he said to the 'little brother' "I'm Tim. You been at the hotel long?" The boy turned around and gave Timmy a visual once over and apparently liked what he saw. He gave Timmy his best smile and said: "I'm James! We've been here two days -- and we'll be here for three more. How about you?" I've been here for a week now and my dad says we'll be here all of my summer vacation!" Timmy bragged. "Wow!" James responded, "That's neat! Hey, you want to hang out together?" "Sure!" Timmy replied instantly. "This line is awful slow, you want to share a changing room?" "Great idea!" James said happily with a secret glow in his eyes. Actually very similar to the glow in Timmy's eyes. When their turn came to occupy the next available changing room they were the last two in line. James closed and latched the door and with a brilliant smile plastered across his face he began to remove his shirt. "Hey!" Timmy said, making James stop to listen. "You want to do something a little naughty?" Timmy asked with his patented evil grin on his face. "Yeah sure." James answered, accurately suspecting that the naughty stuff had to do with being naked with this cute boy. "Well let's undress each other! Is that OK?" Timmy asked. James was all aglow when he said, "Yeah! Sounds like fun!" "OK!" Timmy said we take off one thing at at time, you go first!" Timmy expected to have his shirt pulled over his head so he raised his arms -- James, however, had other ideas. He dropped to one knee and yanked Timmy's shorts down. "H-hey!" Timmy said with a laugh about to bubble out of him. "That was sneaky!" James, still on one knee, gave Timmy an evil grin of his own, "How about TWO pieces at a time?" he asked as he reached up to grab the waist band of Timmy's undies. Timmy, inside, wanted to launch himself at his "evil twin" and give him a big, sloppy mouth-to-mouth tongue kiss. He settled for a big smile. "Go for it!' he said, "Just make sure I get a turn." "Oh you will -- just give me a few minutes!" James said as he slowly pulled Timmy's undies down over his hips, down his legs and around his feet. Another surprise for Timmy was in the offing when James, rather than reaching up to play with Timmy's full-gown boy-sized cock, stayed down low and started playing with his feet. "You've got some sweet feet!" As James said that he lifted one foot so that it was on top of his bent knee and started stroking it, carrressing each toe and running his fingers between the toes. He lifted that foot even higher then and, as a thoroughly shocked Timmy looked down, he licked Timmy's foot all over, even the not so clean sole, and then sucked on each toe. As he was sucking Timmy's toes James felt his cock swelling and then felt the tremendous force of an orgasm coming on. Timmy saw it too when James squeezed his eyes closed, raised his face toward the ceiling and moaned. This had happened before to James who's reputation among his playmates as a "toe sucker" was used as a joke against him while, at the same time, having their bare feet in James' mouth was the secret desire of every one of them. After another minute, during which Timmy couldn't even guess at what other surprises James had in store, James reached up to Timmy and said, "Could you help me up?" Timmy took his hands and helped James to his feet. "Your turn now?" James said with one of his dazzling smiles. "I've got a better idea!" Timmy said. James cocked an eyebrow in reply. "Do you really want to go swimming right now?" Timmy asked. "No not really," James admitted with a sheepish grin. "Right now my legs ae so weak I'd probably drown in the baby pool." "Well I've got an empty hotel room upstairs and my dad won't be back until way late tonight; how about we go up there and goof around?" "That would be great!" James replied (and, being even more of a "horn dog" than Timmy, he really meant it.) Timmy slipped his undies and shorts back on and, together, the boys left the pool area and headed toward the elevators. In the elevator, Timmy couldn't help it -- he had to ask, even if it was rude, "That thing you did with my feet? Do you do that alot?" James laughed lightly, "As much as I can! Having toes your size in my mouth makes me cum! Don't ask me why, it just does!" "When you cum," Timmy just had to ask, "does anything come out?" "No not really!" James answered, I just get some slimy stuff around the tip. How about you?" "I get the same stuff but nothing shoots out." Timmy admitted. "Did you ever taste that slimy stuff?" James asked. "Yuck no!" Timmy replied. "Well you'd be surprised," James said, "it's actually kinda sweet. At least MINE is!" Another evil grin crossed Timmy's face, "Is that an invitation?" he asked. "Invitation!" James replied, "Tim you let me suck on your beautiful feet -- you don't need an invitation -- I'm all yours!" James said with a killer smile and a dramatic gesture with his arms. Timmy laughed! "Sorry James but you're kinda weiud!" "That's what all my friends say Tim -- but they love me anyway!" In Timmy's hotel room, the boys threw their towels on the floor and then James stepped real close to Timmy, put his arms around him and brought his open lips to Timmy's. It was a kiss from heaven for Timmy who had never done this before -- good thing, however, he watched enough movies and read enough on the Internet so that he knew what to do. The boys stood like that for almost five minutes, swabbing out each others mouths with their hyperactive tongues. At the end of the kiss, both Timmy and James had obscene bulges in their shorts. They both noticed this at the same time. It was Timmy's turn to be bold. He grasped James' t-shirt at the hem and lifted it over his head. Timmy then dropped to his knees and pulled James' shorts and undies off together. He stood then and grabbed James pulsing erection and used it to lead him to the bed. James lay down obediently when asked and Timmy wasted no time stripping naked and then putting James hard cock in his mouth. Being a relative novice, Timmy almost gagged when James cock hit the back of his throat but he got over it and started working James cock just as Gordon had worked his yesterday. Tight lips masterbated the cock while his tongue swirled around and around, sucking up every bit of precum he could get -- and yes, James' pre-cum (although Timmy didn't know that word yet) was "kinda sweet." To say James enjoyed his blow-job would be a terrible understatement. James had not had a good blow job in three weeks now, except for his brother's clumsy efforts, and he was so glad to have found Timmy who seemed to know what he was doing. Yes he did have a climax whenever he was in his brother's mouth but he was convinced that his brother either didn't have a tongue or didn't know how to use it. 'I'm good at this' Timmy thought as he worked James' wonderful tasting cock with his tongue and lips. As soon as he had it in his mouth he could taste the sweet residue of James' last orgasm just 20 minutes ago. He could tell he was good because of all the squirming and thrusting and moaning going on. Finally James' climax came and James tried to smother him by burying his cock so far down Timmy's throat Timmy had to stop all respiration until James came down from the 'mountain top.' Timmy loved this and immediately wanted another cock in his mouth but it wan's time for that. As soon as James recovered from his orgasmic adventure he struggled his way out from under Timmy, flipped Timmy over and returned the favor. Timmy felt guilty thinking it, but James was even better at this than Gordon. James mouth was tailor made for Timmy's cock and OMG when his cock slid right down James' throat he could only last another 30 seconds. If he could cum he would have squirted at least four times and filled up James' tummy. The kiss that followed the mutual blow-job session was as intense but, in a way, more sweet than the one that precened it. The pace of the tongue action was more relaxed and the boys' tongues actually played rather than attacked. James and Timmy lay with their bodies tummy to tummy (and since they were almost exactly the same height, everything else to everything else) until they fell asleep. It would have made a beautiful picture had a photographer been there and it did make a beautiful digital image on Gordon's monitor. Gordon had returned to the Security office shortly after the boys had left the changing room and headed for Timmy's room. The first thing he did was access the function (the one he had never mentioned to Timmy) that allowed him to monitor all the activity in every room in the hotel. Gordom typed Timmy's room number and he could see four images that covered the entire space. Timmy was nowhere to be seen. He was about to check out the cameras in the pool areas when his phone rang. It took him about 5 minutes to resolve a problem one of his security officers was having, he then turned back to his monitor and was about to switch to the pool view when the door to Timmy's room opened and Timmy walked in, but not alone. 'Well I'll be damned,' Gordon said to himself, 'that's the little brother from yesterday. How the hell did Timmy find him?' Gordon watched breathlessly as the boy's kissed passionately for many minutes and then Gordon sprung hard when Timmy stripped the little brother naked and then led him to the bed by his erect cock. The blow job that followed lasted far longer than Gordon's hand job -- he then turned off his monitor and said a silent goodbye to his unrealistic dreams of having Timmy to himself for the summer. After yesterday and last night, Gordon's taste for live, hands-on action was awakened and he wondered if he could ever again settle for the camera-eye view. It turned out he would not have to settle. Gordon spent that night alone but when his alarm woke him at 6:00 am he awoke with a bundle in his arms -- a very large bundle that, after he got his eyes open, turned out to be two beautifully naked boys. Timmy and James were wrapped up in a hug -- still sound asleep and both were pressed up against Gordon's also naked body. Gordon reached over the boys to turn off the alarm and when he turned back to look at him the beautiful smile and equally beautiful green eyes of the strange boy greeted him. "Good morning sir!" James said. "Good morning to you too young man!" Gordon said, "I think our young friend there," he said pointing to the still sleeping Timmy, "forgot to introduce us when you crawled into my bed naked." James giggled. "We thought it best not to wake you -- it was about 3 in the morning. Timmy told me that you were his uncle and wouldn't mind us being naked because you always slept naked and had seen him naked about a million times." "Oh!" Gordon said. "Well I guess then I should be glad you didn't wake me. Tell me something . . . uhh . . . what is your name anyway?" "James sir!" "Oh, well I'm Gordon not sir so you can call me Gordon. Tell me James, doesn't it bother you to sleep naked with a naked stranger?" "Well it would -- but I didn't think of you as a stranger. Tim told me that you were the most wonderful Uncle any boy could ever have and he said I didn't have to worry about being naked around you because you would never touch me unless I asked you to." Gordon had to chuckle at that one. There was a lot of room for interpretation in that statement. Gordon decided to go for broke; "so do you intend to ask me to?" "No sir -- umm I mean Gordon." James stated flatly. I'm really only interested in doing stuff with boys about my age or younger." "Good!" Gordon said -- without meaning it. "That's the way it should be." "Oh hi Uncle Gordon!" The just waking up Timmy said. "Gimme a big hug to help me wake up would you?" Gordon did just that. He picked up Timmy, laid Timmy on top of his stomach and gave him a very big hug -- enjoying it immensely -- especially after thinking, just last night, that he had lost Timmy for good. James was on the sidelines smiling at the cuteness of the scene when Gordon reached over and pulled him into the hug. "I love my boys!" Gordon said sincerely. "Hey! How about we all go and have some breakfast -- my treat. Timmy and James were boys and boys are almost always hungry so it was a ravenous crew that invaded the hotel diner that morning. After breakfast both boys headed for their respective rooms. James had told his parents that he was spending the night in Timmy's room and Timmy's dad was expected back this morning for a very brief stay before he returned to work. Gordon had his own work to occupy him. After Timmy's dad had come and gone, Timmy appeared in the Security office. Gordon was off somewhere in the hotel so Timmy sat at the console and had to do a double take. On the screen was a bedroom, a hotel bedroom and a boy was laying on the bed sleeping. The boy looked to be about 8 years old and was wearing just a pair of underpants. Then another boy walked into the room, he had his back to the camera so Timmy couldn't see his face or judge his age; but when the boy turned momentarily to look out the bedroom door, Timmy's jaw dropped. It was James! "What am I looking at?" Timmy asked himself. He looked around the screen and thee it was up in the right-hand corner of the screen, the number 1516. James' room number. On the screen now, James had just dropped his pants. He took of his shirt next and then stripped off his underpants. Kneeling on the bed, next to the sleeping boy -- probably a little brother Timmy surmised -- he began rubbing his back and then he leaned over, either to kiss him or whisper something in his ear, Timmy couldn't tell. The little boy turned over on his back and smiled at James and started talking to him; Timmy could see now that the little brother was about 8 years old. James appeared to pounce on the little boy and the little boy started laughing and wriggling -- trying to get out of James' grip. James wound up kneeling, straddling the young boy and then he leaned forward and started gently kissing the little boy's neck and then down to his chest. The little boy seemed to like the kisses, he was laying perfectly still with his eyes closed and he was smiling. James scooted down a bit and started licking the little boy's nipples -- he stayed at that for quite a while before moving farther down to the boy's belly where his belly button got lots of attention and a thorough tongue wash. James then scooted all the way down by the end of the bed and he laid down, propped up by his elbows. One of the little boy's tiny feet went into James mouth -- all five toes at once, this got the little guy squirming a bit but the smile never left his face. After several minutes the other foot replaced the first one in James mouth and this foot got the same attention. It was about 15 minutes after James first crawled on the bed when he reached up and pulled down the little one's underpants. His relatively tiny cock was at full mast. James scooted up a bit and lay down between the young boy's legs. He started licking the little one's empty scrotal sack and then the little boy boner disappeared in his mouth. Timmy's pants and undies were, by his time, down around his ankles and he was furiously masturbating. Timmy learned then that even 8-year olds could have orgasms, after licking and sucking for about five minutes the little boy's hips started bouncing off the bed and then James put his hands beneath the boys butt and hugged his genital area to his face. Timmy's first solo orgasm came quickly after that. Apparently exhausted, James rolled over onto his back right next to the little boy and Timmy saw the little boy sit up and then crawl right up on top of James' tummy. They laid like that, tummy to tummy without moving and after awhile Timmy lay his head down on his arms and joined them in sleep, right there at the security console. Gordon arrived in the Security office about 20 minutes later. He smiled broadly at the sight of Timmy sleeping at the console with his pants and underpants around his ankles but then frowned when he saw what was on the screen. He had intentionally never told Timmy about the cameras strategically placed in each hotel room -- not so much because he didn't want Timmy to know but because he was embarrassed. What he didn't want Timmy to know was that his voyeurism went that far, that he would follow kids into their bathrooms and watch them on toilet just for his own amusment. 'And now,' he berated himself. 'now he was so stupid that he had left his secret perversion displayed on the monitor and it was no secret any longer. Gordon shook his head and tried to convince himself to worry about that later, right now he needed to get Timmy into bed so he could sleep in a comfortable position. He inserted his right hand under Timmy's thighs and his left hand behind his back and lifted Timmy up carefully. He carried him into his bedroom and lay him down on the bed. Timmy still had his t-shirt on and his pants and underwear were dangling around one ankle. Gordon pulled the pants and undies off his bare foot and then, before he covered him with a light sheet, Timmy got three kisses: one on his forehead, one on his tummy and one -- Gordon couldn't help it -- on his limp cocklet. As he closed the door to his apartment so Timmy could sleep in peace, there was a very light knock on the door. Gordon never had people knocking on his door so he had no idea who it might be -- he opened the door and there was this boy, he was crying hard, gasping for breath, dressed only in underwear and his face looked like it had run into a truck. He gulped in horror when he finally recognized the boy -- it was James! "Oh my God James!" Gordon exclaimed before pulling the boy into the office and closing the door. He didn't say any more until he had snatched James up in his arms and carried him into the bathroom. He plopped the toilet cover down and sat James on it. "Tim!" he yelled, "Come here quick." He heard rustling and shuffling and soon bleary eyed Timmy wondered in. When Timmy saw James, all traces of sleep were removed from his face. "What happened?" he asked, not sure himself who to direct the question to. Gordon answered, "I don't know, James knocked on the door just two minutes ago and there he was, just like that. I haven't tried to ask him anything yet." As Gordon was talking he was getting several washcloths wet with lukewarm water. He knelt down next to James and started, very gently, washing away the blood that was smeared across his face. After the blood was removed they could see that he had a cut over one eye and a bad bruise on one cheek. His lip was also cut open, just below the bruise. "James," Timmy asked, "what happened?" Still crying hard, James tried to answer but all Gordon and Timmy could get was something that sounded like, "my bad . . .". "James try to calm down," Gordon told him, "you're safe now -- no one can hurt you here and you're with two people who will protect you." His words seemed to have a calming effect on James so Gordon asked: "Who hit you James?" "My d-d- (sniff, sniff) my dad!" "But why?" Timmy asked. "Never mind why Tim, we need all we need to know. You stay here with James, I'm just going into the office to make a phone call." Timmy wrapped James in a hug and kissed him on his forehead where there was no damage. Gordon returned after about three minutes. "The police and the paramedics are on the way. You better get your pants on," he said as he swatted Timmy lightly on his bare butt. Timmy had no sooner got his pants back on than there was a pounding on the door. Gordon rushed out to the door and returned with two police officers -- one man and one woman. They disappeared into the bathroom and just moments later another pounding on the door. This time Gordon led two paramedics into the bathroom. They left their stretcher parked outside the bathroom door and within a couple minutes, one of them carried James out and put him on the stretcher. James was strapped on the stretcher and wheeled out of the office. The two police officers talked with Gordon for a few minutes, made some notes in their ever-present notebooks and then went out the office door. Timmy rushed over to Gordon and jumped up on him, "What's happening now?" he asked the initial shock finally wore off and tears filled his eyes. "Timmy, James is being taken to the big hospital just a couple block from here. They have to maybe put a stitch in that cut over his eye and they have to take lots of tests to make sure he's all right. He'll be fine -- don't worry. Now his father -- those two officers who left here are taking his father to jail -- it's against the law to hit a child, even your own son, with that much force. You saw that bruise, he could even have a fractured jaw." Gordon sat on the bed and put Timmy on his lap. They hugged and they both shed tears because of the memory of poor James' face. The rest of the afternoon went slowly with thoughts of James never leaving either Timmy's or Gordon's minds; Timmy was, in fact, in a state of shock over seeing his beautiful, happy friend brutalized like he was. It was late afternoon when Timmy was sitting at the security console looking at the monitors without really seeing them that he finally got his thoughts together: "Gordon!" Timmy said. Gordon who was in his apartment came out and, seeing the thoughtful look on Timmy's face, sat down in the chair next to him. "Gordon," Timmy repeated, "I know what happened!" Gordon had been doing his security work all afternoon and was currently preoccupied with a problem so he had to ask, "What do you mean, 'what happened'? "To James!" Timmy stated simply. "Well," Gordon said, "we already know his father punched him . . ." he started to say when Timmy broke in. "I mean I know WHY what happened happened." Gordon looked at him doubtfully wondering if Timmy had concocted some situation in his head or if he knew something Gordon didn't know; and if he did, how. "Tell me about it Tim!" When I came in the office you weren't here and I looked at the monitor . . ." and Timmy proceeded to tell Gordon what he had seen James do with his little brother. The light started to dawn in Gordon's mind but he said nothing -- he wanted to hear Timmy's explanation of the rest of the story. "I figure James' dad came into the room -- maybe they thought he wouldn't be back for a long time, that's why James didn't worry about being naked with his brother on top of him. Anyway his father came in, saw James and the little brother and . . . well I guess he started screaming at James and maybe James said something back that got his dad really mad and his father flipped out and punched him in the face,. Maybe then James fell and hit his head on something, cutting his eye open." Timmy was sure he was right about all this --- it fit so nicely, but as sure as he was he was surprised when Gordon said: Timmy, you're going to make a great detective some day. You put that together better than that detective on that TV show . . . oh yes, Monk!" "Wow!" Timmy exclaimed, "you really think so? Monk is my favorite!" "I certainly do think so, you just got promoted to the job of head of my Detective Work Division!" Gordon said, creating a new position and a nonexistent division -- but it made Timmy very happy and, to Gordon, that was all that mattered. "Gordon?" Timmy asked then, "Does James have a mom here? I know he has two brothers but how about a mom and if he doesn't, where are the two brothers now?" "Good question!" Gordon said, "lets peek into their room and see if they're there." Gordon sat down in the center seat and started to type in the commands that would allow him to see in the room. "That reminds me!" Timmy said, "How come you never told me about being able to look into people's rooms?" Gordon said nothing and expected Timmy to be mad at him for doing that but instead he heard: "That is so COOL! How come you didn't show me?" "Well," Gordon said, about to come up with a big lie, "That feature is still not working right and it's difficult to get it to work at all. I wasn't going to tell you until I had it working right!" That explanation was good enough for Timmy -- after all, he reasoned, it would be like giving me a broken toy. "So are they there?" Gordon had just finished accessing the cameras for James' room and when the pictures came up, no one was there. Gordon looked for a few minutes, studying what he saw and then said, "I looks like they left the hotel. See, there aren't even any suitcases or clothes in that open closet." "Oh!" Timmy said with a downcast look. "I guess we'll never know now!" "Well," Gordon reasoned, "It wouldn't do any good for us to know all the details -- this is a hotel and people come and go. Say, you need to get back to your room don't you? You're dad will probably be back soon." Timmy looked at his watch, "Yeah!" he said with a sad voice, "I didn't realize it was that late." After a long thoughtful pause Timmy said shyly, "Do you think you have the time for you to do . . . ummm . . . you know . . . what you did before?" And Timmy placed his hand on his crotch to illustrate. "Tim," Gordon said in a voice that shook with emotion, "I'll always find time for that! Come on, let me carry you!" Timmy stretched out his arms in the typical "carry me" way and Gordon picked him up. Timmy wrapped his arms around Gordon's neck and his legs around his waist; he rubbed his cheek on Gordon's and started giggling. "That fur on your face tickles," Timmy said referring to Gordon's "five o'clock shadow". Gordon laughed, "You think it tickles now, wait till you feel it on your tummy." he threatened. With a giggling Timmy in his arms Gordon walked into the bedroom and deposited the bundle on the bed. "Come on Tim," he said while pulling Timmy into a sitting position, "let's get that shirt off." Gordon pulled the t-shirt over Timmy's head and then rapidly pushed him back on the bed and buried his "furry" chin in Timmy's tummy. Timmy laughed until he was out of breath -- squirming all the while. Finally he found his voice, "Stop Gordon, I'm gonna pee!" "Oh yeah?" Gordon said with a big grin, "well I know how to fix that." Gordon yanked Timmy's shorts and undies off together and, sure enough, Timmy's little cock was all shrunk from the laughing and tickling. As soon as Gordon touched it with his tongue it started to grow and as it grew, peeing became the last thing on Timmy's mind. Timmy closed his eyes and zoned out. The only thing in his world right now was a tongue, a warm mouth and the peaceful feeling of having someone you trust and love holding your most private parts in his mouth and bringing you to the very heights of ecstasy. Gordon felt like he could do this forever, that's how much he enjoyed having Timmy's ever growing cock between his lips and under the loving care of his tongue. All too soon however he felt Timmy's cock start pulsing and felt Timmy trying to shove that cock farther and farther into his mouth. Timmy's moan when he reached and started to descend from that orgasmic plateau was music to his ears, for sure; it told him that he had satisfied his little lover -- but that music also signaled the end of the show. Just five minutes later, with a big sloppy kiss on Timmy's forehead and a pat on his now properly clothed bubble butt, Gordon sent Timmy on his way. Gordon knew now that having this horny kid all to himself was an impossibility but he felt great satisfaction from moments like this: watching the beautiful boy pad down the hall toward the elevator -- knowing that tomorrow was another day and tomorrow may give him another chance to have Timmy all for himself -- if only for an hour or so.