Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2002 17:43:40 -0500
From: Jesse Fonda <jf2411@bellsouth.net>
Subject: "Meeting Tim" Part 3 (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"

If you read and like my stories please let me know.

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MEETING TIM Part 3


From Tim's latest e-mail

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Dear Mark,

I just read part 2 of your story. I think we need to change
tactics here. Instead of me reading the chapter you wrote, on
the internet and then sending you an e-mail to comment on it
why don't you send me the chapter and let me comment on it
before you send it in.

Do you have any idea how boring it is for someone to read
about you waiting in the car while he goes into the motel
to register for the room. You little asshole, Guys read these
stories because they want to get off. Cut back on all the
detail and give them hot sex scenes.

And why is everything what I said? Why don't you ever talk?

Damn you sure talked then. You were a bright kid. They
skipped you ahead a grade. You were a straight 'A' student
and you never had to work that hard at it. You were good
looking and a good dancer and every chick in school prayed
you'd ask them to the school Prom. You loved sports.
Why don't you have any dialog in this story?

I can't understand what you were thinking when you wrote
that fuck scene at the end of part 2.

If you're going to write a sex scene make it long, hot and
steamy. Nobody in the world can jerk off in one paragraph.

You never did get it, did you?

If I had let you see or feel my big cock that first night
in my car you would have jumped out and run home. That's why
I let you do all the work to get it inside your sweet
little ass. I didn't try to push you. I kept telling you how
good it felt and what a good job you were doing and you did
do a good job. It truly did fit inside you like a hand in a
glove. I never knew a young guy like you could give me so
much pleasure.

When you told me you came when you felt me shooting inside
you it was the most important thing that had ever happened
to me.

I did the same thing the first time in the motel room. I
kept it as dark as I could without falling over the
furniture. I wanted to give you as much pleasure as you gave
me. I didn't want to scare you, make you uncomfortable or
hurt you in any way. I wanted to make sure every minute was
pleasurable for you so that you would want to let me fuck
you over and over again. It was so obvious that you loved
being fucked and I have to admit I loved fucking you. It was
as if you couldn't get enough of my cock in you. Do you have
any idea what a turn on that was for me?

Also, you little dickhead, that line "How could he think I
was hot? He was the one that was so big and masculine
looking" You were without a doubt the hottest man I had ever
seen. Yes! you were only fifteen but as far as I was
concerned you were a young man. You were five foot nine.
Your body was well defined, smooth, nicely muscled and you
had a nice fat eight-inch cock. You had the face of an
angel, so sweet and innocent. Then when you lay there
begging me to put another finger in your ass and then Please
Tim, fuck me, you sounded like a little slut.

God! I loved you. I never did tell you that did I? Well, It's
true. I did. You can't even imagine how you rocked my world.
Every thing was going so well, my job, and my relationship with
Shawn. Both my professional and private lives were almost
perfect and there you were sitting there in that damn diner.
I would have been devastated if you had refused to let me
give you a ride home that night but I would have been better
off. I guess the rest is history.

Back to that last scene in part 2. In the shower you saw and
felt my cock for the first time. Jesus! It was hard to keep
a straight face. I could see your thoughts running across
your face and I knew you had totally accepted it as you
stepped into the shower. You couldn't wait to let me fuck
you again. When you had your fingers up my ass stroking my
prostate I couldn't help getting hard again and then I
wanted to fuck you with the lights on more than anything in
the world. It was magic watching your face as you guided my
cock inside you. It was so clear to me that your only
thought was my big cock going into your tight ass. I was
sure every one in town heard you scream "God Tim! Fuck me!"

By the way, after the last time we were together I went home
that Friday evening and told Shawn he had to get out. If I
couldn't have you I didn't want anybody.

You really fucked up my life.

Love, Tim

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Dear Tim,

I'm sure glad you dumped Shawn. I remember you said he was your
friend. I guess you forgot to mention that you were lovers.
Kind of like you forgot to mention you loved me. Damn Tim! I
wanted to hear you say that to me so badly. Shit! Of course
I should have figured that you two were more than friends the
time he came with you to the motel. I guess I just had stars
in my eyes and didn't want to see it. But that was then and
this is now. Let's get this story written. I'll try to keep
the descriptive stuff to a minimum since it bothers you. For
me all this stuff was new and exciting and I was trying to
get that point across to the reader.

MEETING TIM Part 3

The third time Tim and I got together, In May, Tim fucked me
leaning over the sink counter. He jerked me off from behind
and watched in the mirror as I came on the counter. Later as
we were lying on the bed he told me how cool it was watching
me shoot. I told him I'd like to watch him cum sometime.
Later that evening he was fucking me in the missionary
position on the bed and I was almost ready to cum when he
pulled out and came all over me. It hit me in the chin and
puddled in that little hollow spot at the base of my throat
and coated my chest, stomach and cock. Jesus! It was like
being sprayed by a fire hose.

You can add the hot steamy parts. I'm just sticking to the
facts here.

Mark

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Dear Mark.

You really can be a little dickhead. I wasn't trying to
insult you. The first two parts are really good. It's just
that some of it could have been written a little tighter.
Now you're going off half cocked. (Pardon my pun).

I'll try to show you what I mean but remember I never tried
this before but I suppose all I have to do is tell what
happened.

MEETING TIM Part 3

(Couldn't you think of a better title?)

Each of the times we met was the same routine to start with.
I left work, grabbed something to eat as quickly as I could
and called Mark and I picked him up at the school down the
street from his house.

In May, when I pulled into the school drive Mark was
standing there almost at attention except his hands were in
his pockets but I wasn't fooled. He was grinning from ear-to-
ear. If he'd had a tail it would have been wagging a mile-a-
minute. I'm not sure why the reference to puppies here, Mark
certainly was no dog. I guess it was the way he would lay in
my arms on the bed and beg to be boned. (I really have to
stop these puns).

Mark went to get Cokes and I stripped my clothes off leaving
my tighty whities on just in case someone was going past
when Mark came in. I never understood why, but there was
something about the way Mark's face lit up when he saw me
without my shirt on that really got me excited.  It was the
same for me when I saw his smooth chest. He really was the
most beautiful young man.

He came in and made sure the door was locked and I took the
Cokes from him and told him to get comfortable. I started to
mix Bourbon and Coke in the glasses and watched Mark undress
in the mirror at the same time. It didn't take long before
he stood there naked. His fat eight-inch at attention.
He had remembered that I liked to see him like that. He never
was shy about being naked after that one time. As I turned to
hand him the drink he walked over and rubbed and squeezed my
dick through my shorts.

Mark, This is as far as I've gotten. This is what I meant
about writing it tighter. Does this work for you?

I Love You, Tim

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Dearest Tim,

Well you finally said it. I wish it wasn't in an e-mail but
I'll take what I can get.

It's My Story! I met you one night a month for nineteen
months, Hence MEETING TIM

I think what you wrote is great. This is how I saw it.

I walked over to where he was standing in front of the sink
and rubbed his enormous semi-hard cock through his underwear
and leaned in against his chest. I still hadn't accepted
that he was as big as he was. It still amazed me that his
giant sized cock could fit into my ass and give me so much
pleasure and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. I rubbed
my face against the hairs on his chest and started searching
for his nipple with my mouth. I would have sucked his entire
being into my body if I could.

I had waited for a month for him to fuck my boy-pussy again
and I wasn't going to wait a second longer than I had to. I
found his nipple and licked it until it was a hard little
knob then sucked it into my mouth. I heard Tim let out a low
moan. I felt him turn to put the drink on the counter behind
him, his hand returned to the back of my head and he pressed
my hot sucking mouth harder against his chest.

I pushed his shorts as far down as I could with out
releasing his nipple. His nearly erect, twelve-inch fuck-tool
sprang up and I could feel the leaking wet tip against my
stomach. I then licked my way across his chest as I searched
for the other nipple. I put my arms around his waist,
grinding my own dripping, steel hard shaft against his and
gently bit down on his hard little nub.

"Jesus!" He said, "What's gotten into you? You've never been
this aggressive."

"I can't wait Tim. I want you to fuck my boy-cunt more than
ever before. I want to feel your big huge-mean-man-meat
pounding in and out of my tight wet ass. I want you to make
me scream for you to fuck me harder and faster. I don't want
you to ever stop. I want to feel your stiff, throbbing fuck
pole inside me forever. Please Tim, Please don't make me beg
for it. Just give it to me. Shove it into me hard and fuck
the shit out of me."

Tim, Let me know what you think of it so far.

I Still Love You, Mark

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My Sweet Little Mark,

Maybe I never said "I Love You" but how could you not know I
did?

What a mouth you have on you kid. You may have gone a little
over board with "boy-pussy, boy-cunt, mean-man-meat and
fuck-tool". When we were "doing it" about the only words
you knew were cock, dick, fuck, and ass hole. I'll hand
it to you though. It is HOT!

I would have written it a little slower and sweeter. Like
this.

Mark had told me that he had a friend that he sometimes
jerked off with, but that was it. I was the guy he gave his
cherry to that rainy night in the back seat of my car and I
knew that I was the only one fucking that sweet, tight ass
of his so he was always horny when we were together. The
fact that he was a teenager may have had a lot to do with it
too. But this night he really was wild.

I'm not sure how it all came together but I remember using
my fingers to stretch his ass so he could take my big dick
in. I always did that. The last thing I wanted to do was
hurt him. Mark had the KY and spread it on my cock. There
really wasn't too much finesse to the whole thing. He turned
around, positioned the head of my 'fuck-tool' at his
streached pucker and just pushed back until my dick was
seated in his ass and began to fuck himself. He had taken a
big hit on the poppers. Mark often shocked me with his
enthusiasm. This was definitely one of those times. I'll
have to admit I was feeling used. I wasn't complaining mind
you but that's what was happening.

I could let him pound himself on my dick until hell froze
over but I wanted to watch his face as he did it.

So I helped Mark straighten up and he leaned back against
my chest and turned his head to be kissed. Mark loved being
kissed while he was being fucked. Hell! Mark just loved being
kissed.

It was hard for me to believe that I was the first one. I
think I said before that Mark had full, red lips. Why
everyone who saw him didn't kiss him was beyond me. I am
glad they didn't though. I was the only one who knew that
when he was kissed deeply he would roll onto his back and
spread his legs to be fucked and I wanted to keep it that
way.

I put my arms around his chest and found his lips with mine.
As we kissed I turned both of us around so we were facing
the mirror. I got an enormous amount of pleasure in watching
Mark's beautiful angel face as my cock forced it's way in
and out of his tight wet ass and this way I could watch him
as I fucked him. I let my right hand slide down his body and
took ahold of his cock and slowly started to jerk him off as
I fucked him from behind. Mark's head was tilted back and
rested against my shoulder. His eyes were closed and there
was the sexiest half smile on his face.

He was in angel mode. I wanted to make him into the
whimpering, begging slut that turned me on so much. I pressed
him forward until his thighs were against the counter and
pushed him so he leaned over it. Then I took over and started
to fuck him the way he was made to be fucked. His eyes would
glaze over as I took long, full, slow, strokes and forced my
cock deep into his sweet ass. Then when I was buried deep In
his tight wet ass I would take short rapid strokes and he would
whimper and toss his head. When I would pound my meat into
his receptive clinging ass he would get demanding, screaming
for me to fuck him harder and deeper. That was the Mark I
was crazy for. The more he insisted the deeper I would try
to shove it in.

I would hear "Yes Tim! fuck your boy" "Give it to me hard and
deep My love" and would try to ram my pole clear through him.
Mark loved to be fucked rough and I rode him hard that night
but at the end I was taking long slow strokes as he leaned back
against my chest. He was moaning softly. I barely heard him
say "Please, Tim now."

I looked down at his cock in the mirror. (Mark has a
beautiful cock) and he began to shoot thick creamy ropes of
cum across the counter. I could feel the muscles in his ass
squeezing my dick. I pressed into him as far as I could and
let his ass muscles milk my cock until my hot cream exploded
into him.

How could I not love this handsome man-child?

After we separated and cleaned up a little we were lying on
the bed and I told Mark that I really enjoyed watching him
cum like that. (The other three times he had come on our
stomachs as I came in him.) He asked me if he could watch me
cum sometime and I kissed him and said, "Sure."

That's how I remember it, Mark. Use what you want in your
story.

All My Love, Tim

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My Dearest Tim,

It's beautiful. I loved watching your face as you fucked me
too. You have the most incredible eyes. I know you got
embarrassed when I told you how handsome you were but that
little scar never bothered me at all. It just made you look
more ruggedly handsome. To me you were all eyes, lips,
mouth, chest and cock.

You fucked me again that night. I was, as usual on my back,
on the bed, my arms and legs wrapped around you. I don't
think we used the poppers that time. I'm not even sure we
used KY. You were kissing me. As you said I rolled onto my
back and spread my legs. (You Goofball! I would never have
done that if someone just came up and kissed me.)

You checked with your fingers to be sure I was ready.
I grabbed your big hard cock and used it to pull you on
top of me and guided you into my ass. I had so much of your
cum in me we didn't need any more lubrication. You mentioned
several times that you never wanted to hurt me. Let me assure
you that you never did. I wanted you to fuck me from the very
first time you whispered in my ear, "Will you let me fuck you?"

If you were as big as an elephant this mouse would have still
forced himself back onto your big cock.

Giving you pleasure was what I lived for. I think once, in a
post-fuck stupor, you said to me "God made your perfect ass
just for me to fuck." He did. No one else has ever fucked me
the way you did.

You were everything to me, the center of my entire world.
After you took me home each month all I could think about
was the way you smelled, looked, felt. I lay in bed at night
wishing I could be with you every second of every day.
Remembering the way your hands felt on my body, your lips on
mine, your tongue in my mouth and on my skin, your cock inside
me, the way you fucked me and held me. I re-played every word you
said to me over and over again in my mind. I loved knowing
your cum was deep in my ass. I tried to hold it inside me
until it was absorbed into my body so that you would become
truly a part of me.

I knew from the first time I felt your cock enter my hole,
that I would never be complete without it again. No matter
what else there was in my life, I knew that having your cock
in me would make me happy.

All I wanted from you was for you to say, "I love you Mark."


There is no reason you need to respond to my silly pillow
talk. You've said it in an e-mail and I always knew that you
did.

Love, Mark

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The next month, June, I had no school the next day.
I stayed with Tim the whole night.

TO BE CONTINUED