Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2011 13:53:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Rover
Subject: Timmy's visit- adult youth

My name is Timothy Martin Johnson but everyone calls me Timmy. My friends, my
teachers, even my daddy. I am not sure why. I mean I am 11 years old now and in
the fifth grade of St. Gregory's Catholic school now. I am growing up. It is
probably because I am the smallest kid in my class that my childhood name has
stuck. That's probably the reason.

Let me tell you a bit about myself. I am the oldest kid in our house. I have a
brother that is younger than me by two years although he is as tall as me
already and can pin me when we wrestle. Not that I let him! His is just bigger,
that's all. We don't look alike either. He is more like my daddy, dark haired
and muscled. He will probably grow up to look like him too the lucky devil! My
daddy is the most handsome man I know. He is a pilot of Continental Airlines and
looks so striking in his uniform. I am so proud of my daddy.

We live in a nice house outside of St. Paul. My brother and I have our own rooms
and mommy keeps the house neat and smelling good. She is such a great cook! She
is busy too. My brother and I have so many activities. He is into hockey and
pewee football and I have taken up fencing and dance.

I sure wish I looked more like my daddy. I feel so puny and ugly around him. I
mean I am the complete opposite. I am slight and short, have curly blond hair
and blue eyes. In spite of my exercise I have no muscles and fair skin. I have
started dressing nicer to compensate, I guess. Mommy lets me pick my own clothes
at the mall so I have been taking care. I think it makes a difference. I favor
form fitting light colored slacks and colorful button up tops. I have noticed
people have been taking notice of me lately so maybe it has been helping. It is
mostly guys though that seem to stare at me at the mall. Old men and big guys.
So I guess people still think I am ugly in spite of my clothes.


I am going to tell you a little secret about myself. Well actually it is not
such a little secret since it ended up causing so much trouble. It started out
innocently enough. If I had even had an inkling of what it would have brought on
I wouldn't have done it. Not ever!

Like I had said I have my own room. And like you know by now I am self conscious
about how I look. It was about 6 months ago and even now when I think about it I
blush. I was looking at myself in the mirror. I was just in my undies and kind
of imagining how I could look better. For some reason a crazy idea popped into
my head! What about if I was wearing mommy's silk undies? Wouldn't I look nicer?
More soft? I couldn't get the idea out of my head. I thought about it and
thought about it and decided in my then 10 year old mind (I was much younger
then) that it wouldn't hurt to try. Was I ever wrong!

Getting a pair was easy enough. When mommy was on a trip in the mini van to get
my brother Ben I simply went into the master bedroom and pilfered a pair from
the bottom of the drawer. There were so many I knew she wouldn't miss them. My
hands were shaking as I ran back to my room and quickly changed into the soft
and silky panties. I just stood there for a bit with them on, not believing I
had actually done something so crazy! After a bit I took them off and hid them
under my bed.

If only it had ended there instead of turning into the "incident". I still blush
furiously when I think of what happened next. And the trouble it caused later!
No one would have guessed it!

Speaking if guessing, you can probably guess the "incident". If you guess that I
just had to try on the panties again, I just had to preen in front of the mirror
this time, and if you guessed that my daddy unexpectedly returned early from a
flight and barged in to say "hello, Timmy I am back!", only to seem me standing
in my bedroom clothed only in pink panties you guessed right.

I froze with fright when he barged it. He froze too with a look of shock on his
face. I was so humiliated and shocked I just burst into tears. It was awful! My
daddy seeing me like this. I adored my daddy and him seeing me made me feel the
deepest shame I have ever felt.

My daddy silently left the room. He had the decency to let me at least get
dressed and not feel any worse. My father was quiet that night as we sat around
the table. Mommy tried to make small talk in a stilted false cheery voice
unnatural to her. She had red eyes like she had been crying too.

Daddy didn't say anything over the next few days and I had a childish hope that
the "incident" had blown over. Three days later, daddy woke me up early and
announced that we had a "doctors" appointment. My heart sank. I was being pulled
from the school for the day so it had to be related to the "incident".

It wasn't too awful bad. I visited the doctor a kind faced middle aged man. He
just asked me a bunch of questions about school and my life. I got more
comfortable. He told me mater of factly that he knew of the "incident" and that
was the reason for the visit. Daddy was concerned. Mommy was concerned. He
calmly asked me more personal questions but it didn't bother me much. Like did I
have a girlfriend, did I have a boyfriend (giggle "no!") who I admired most as
school, (Mr. Hasper our P.E. teacher) what I wanted to be when i grew up, and
stuff like that. Some questions I didn't have a clue what he was talking about
on like if I had ever had an erection or wet dream. He didn't mind that I didn't
know. He seemed nice. His only reference to the "incident" was asking me if I
planned to wear the panties any more. "Gosh no!" I wailed. It had caused to much
embarrassment already.

The doctor smiled and stood up. "A short physical exam is needed and we are all
done!"

I wasn't surprised at that. I undressed readily. I was more comfortable with
this than the questions. He probed my arms and torso, making notes on his
notebook, mumbling things like "lack of muscle growth, frail bone structure." He
spent a bit to time examining my scrotum and penis. He seemed concerned by the
smallness of my growth there too. A cursory exam of my buttocks and he was all
done.

I knew when my daddy got the doctors report as there was a whispered
conversation between my daddy and mommy that night. I caught words like "normal
exploration", sexual confusion", and "need for family support". My parents must
have been relieved because the tension in the house dissipated and we were back
to "normal" again. Boy, was I relieved!

That should have been the end of it. Boy, howdy should it have been! Even daddy
could not have for-seen the drastic consequences of that seeming harmless report
from a child psychiatrist.

So that is what brings us up to last week, months after the incident. I had
almost forgotten it and sure had never tried those panties again!

It all started when my daddy came into my room (hey, this time I was just
reading a book!) and I could tell he was really upset. He said he had to talk to
me, but didn't sit down he was red-faced and pacing. He said he was going to
tell me some things that would shock me.

I waited a little frightened.

Daddy let out a long breath. "You have a different mom", he said clearly wanting
to get this over with. "You have never met her and she is a bad woman, a bitch,
a slut!"


I was shocked, both from the news and from daddy's language! I had never heard
him talk this way.

"She got some public advocate to come after me a few months ago", he continued
bitterly. "I have been fighting this in court hoping you would never have to
know. I lost." He sighed. "The judge said you need to start visiting her
starting next weekend." He sighed and hugged me. "The bitch!" he said again.

I was shaken but handled the news OK I guess. I went and hugged my mommy. She
had tears in her eyes and I told her how much I loved her. We were quiet and
huggy that night.

So that's how here I was barely a week after the "news" and just 6 months after
the "incident" I was headed to a pre arranged meeting place on the corner of
Forrest and "C" st. to meet a woman who i had never met but was my "mom". I had
dressed with care. A nice suite with a casual but spiffy jacket. I was kind of
excited and wanted to make a good impression on what I was sure was a
ravishingly beautiful and sophisticated woman. We would laugh together, enjoy
each others company, hug.......

I mean to be honest I was excited! Besides the "incident" absolutely nothing
exciting had ever happened in my entire life. Suddenly this huge event had been
plopped right in my lap. I mean I did feel sorry for daddy and all it had put
him through but I was excited.

We drove in silence. Daddy was tense and didn't want to talk and I was excited
and nervous. We approached "C" St. from the west. It is a run down part of town
I had never been to before. I pressed my nose to the window looking for the most
beautiful mom the world had ever known.

There on the corner was a woman, dressed in shabby sweats and straggly hair. The
woman who would take me to "mom" I supposed. She looked the type.

Daddy stopped the car and opened it. There was silence. "Have him back here at 6
pm Sunday night", he said awkwardly.

"Don't talk to me asshole". the woman hissed. She grabbed my arm and we strode
down the street.


"Bitch! Cunt!". my daddy yelled after us.

I walked along with the woman in silence. The woman made no attempt to talk to
me and I held my questions. I sniffed the air. She smelled of BO and cigarettes.
As if reading my mind she lit a cig. I frowned. All my life I had heard the
evils of cigarettes. "Mind your own business!" she hissed.

After three blocks I could stand it no longer. "Are you my mom?", hoping and
praying this was all a mistake. "Course". was all she retorted with a snort.

Tears were coming down my cheeks when we entered a stinky little one bedroom
apartment. I stood there crying not even sure where ti sit in the cramped little
room. Garbage overflowed the trash bin and the stench of urine came from the
open bathroom.

"Sheesh. yer cry-in." She looked disgusted. "Shoulda known. My Public Assistant
showed me the report. My boy a flaming fag! Shoulda known since you were so
scrawny when ya was born." She puffed her cig and continued. "My guys kinda
liked the idea of a fag around or I wouldn't a had the PA go to the Judge." She
spat and quit talking.

I was shocked. This awful woman knew of the "incident"! It made sense. As my
"mom" she would have been entitled to a copy. The rest of what she said made no
sense but sounded insulting. I hated this woman and wanted to go home. I started
crying again.

"Shaddap kid". she hissed.

She went into the bedroom and sprawled out on the bed, occasionally sitting up
to take a chug of liquid from a bottle.

There I was left in this shabby apartment. No food no bed. I softly cried and
wished with all my heart I was back home safe in my comfortable room. My room! I
would never take it for granted again!

I cried myself to sleep, curled up on the ratty sofa, still in my fine suit.

I was prodded awake much later by a strange man. He was poking me and prodding
my muscles much like the doctor did. He shucked off the jacket and my shirt ans
I sleepily tried to focus on his face in the dim light. He felt my chest and
undid my pants and pulled them down shorts and all. I was frozen and immobile as
he roughly felt my scrotum and butt cheeks. I heard him chuckle under his breath
as if he had found something very nice indeed.

I caught a whiff of his scent, "Old Spice", the same as my daddy used. For a
moment I thought my brave daddy had come to get me. As my eyes adjusted to the
light I could see a clean shaven face and a rugged handsome face. I reached out
tentatively and felt a bulging hardened torso, the most muscular I had ever
seen, or in this case felt.

The man chuckled and said softly, "come with me?.

I just lay there not sure what to do.

The man poked the woman on the bed (I will never call her mom again I vowed),

"Madge, we came for the boy. Is it still OK?" A grunted mumble was her
affirmative answer.

The man came back to me. "Here's the deal he said, not unkindly. You can come
with me or stay here with Madge for the weekend.

I hardly hesitated. I quickly got re dressed. I could hardly wait to get away
from this dreadful woman and her smelly apartment.

The man called out as we left, "We will get him back by Sunday. If he cooperates
you will not owe us any longer."

I held the mans firm hand as we left the apartment, its smells and darkness
behind. I was silent as I followed the man to his car. I was completely out of
any familiar setting, everything was new. We got in his car, a newer model and I
relaxed for a moment and tried to get my bearings. First, it seemed late at
night so I must have just dozed off. What was that the man was saying about a
debt? Madge must owe them a lot of money and somehow I was to help with the
bill.

We pulled into a walk-up apartment. I looked around a bit. It was a nicer
section of the city and the lawns were neatly kept. The man indicated to follow
me.

We stepped into a foyer,

The man stopped me and turned me to face him. "Timmy", he said "here is what is
going on."


"First, if you do not want to be here I will take you back to Madge." I shivered
at the thought and he took that as a Que to continue. "You are a trade for some
money she owes an "associate". It is complicated" he said lamely. "We won't hurt
you and if you cooperate the debt is paid." He grinned. "You might even find you
enjoy your role in this."

I smiled up at the man, semi reassured.

He continued. If you have never been around sex though you might be a bit
shocked at first. Ready to give it a try? Remember I can take you back."

I hesitated and thought it over. The man seemed nice. I looked him over. Late
20's ruggedly handsome. Dark and heavily muscled/ Like my daddy on steroids. I
breathed in his musky scent again.


"OK" I whispered, and held his hand.

We walked into a large apartment, tidy and clean. A large sofa and TV dominated
the room. Two men, both about 30 were on the couch, relaxing.

"Hey, hey what have we here," one said as he jumped up. He gave me the once over
and patted my butt. "Madge actually delivered for a change."

The first guy said, "call him Rod".

I stood there awkwardly in the center of the room, all eyes on me.

Bill the first man, broke the ice. "This calls for a beer, guys. He know he can
leave at any time and I told him the deal, he needs to cooperate to stay." This
seemed to be to catch the other two up to date. "If he stays we have him until
Sunday afternoon. That's 2 and a half days, plenty of time for fun."


I squirmed at the mention of that length of time. The men seemed nice though and
anything was better than that apartment.

"OK kid," Bill said not unkindly. "First thing is to shuck those clothes so we
can check you out."

I stood there in the living room frozen in place. "Now" Bill said firmly.

I slowly removed my jacket. That wasn't too bad. All three looked at me out of
the corner of their eyes. Slower the shirt came off. The third man, the youngest
of the trio called Fred whistled softly. I tentatively grinned back at the look
of approval.

"Pants", Bill said.

I ever so slowly unbuttoned my pants and they fell to the floor. All to quickly
for me I was just in my underwear with three strange men.

"Shorts" Bill said his voice heavier this time. I saw him rub his crotch.

I ever so slowly pulled my whitey tighties off and was now fully naked.

"Wow', Fred breathed, "He is a beauty.

I smiled at this unexpected praise. Me a beauty?

My grin was infectious and the other guys started smiling too.

Words like gorgeous, pretty, and nice ass. floated around. I responded with a
pirouette and a shake of my ass. The men clapped with glee. "He is a lively one.
Look at his cute tiny cock, what a tight fuckable ass. Prettiest one yet."

I responded to the praise with more movement and kind of moved around the room.
One guy put on some music and I found myself dancing a jerky, stiff dance in the
room. I was actually glowing from the praise. No one had ever called me pretty
or anything positive like that and I liked it. It was so unexpected after the
trauma of the day. I was happy here with these three men and their cozy
apartment.

The men started taking off some of their own clothes. The heat must have been
getting to them as all their shirts were off. The biggest man. Bill was so
muscular! His chest bulged and his biceps were huge. I stared at him and he
grinned back. He rubbed his crotch again which I stared at too. It was a bulging
tented mass. His eyes were a bit glazed now as he grinned at me.


Fred the youngest was now even out of his pants! His shorts were sticking out
too. Fred started kissing me. It felt good as he lightly kissed my face and
back. I cooed softly and another set of lips and tongue started on my chest. I
closed my eyes as the kissing moved down, Oh my! It must have been an accident
but a tongue just licked my pee-pee!

I was a little limp from the attention and the men carried me to the couch.

"Lets get him relaxed before we fuck him", Bill said.

I certainly was relaxed. I loved the attention of the muscular men and felt
somehow like this was what I was supposed to be doing. Like my other life was
somehow fake. I realized with a start I was feeling a tingling of desire in my
tiny scrotum and my little cock was stiff and hard. I moaned.

"He likes it" one of the guys said as he licked my penis. "If we get him through
the first fuck we are going to have a hell of a weekend."

I felt a soft wet feeling on my buttocks as a liquid coolness spread. Fingers
softly probed my little pooper.

"You OK so far?" Bill asked.

I nodded.

"I tis going to be your turn to deliver soon," Bill said. Do what we say and it
will not hurt much, Or you can leave." He said the last with firmness and I knew
from his tone not to say no to him. Unless I wanted to leave. I didn't want
that! This felt too good.

All three men were now down to their shorts, one pair of boxers, and two pairs
of jockey shorts.
I could see hairy tufts above the shorts. Rod was very hairy with a chest
covered in a dark carpet of fuzz.

"I am gonna fuck him", Fred rasped.

I was rolled over, my butt up and two pillows under my tummy. I felt another
cool wetness on my butt. Suddenly there was a lot of pressure on my bottom and a
sharp pain! I wish I could say that I was a trooper and took the pain, but no
way! It hurt! I let out a shriek and I started crying.

"Shit!", Fred said disgustedly.

"Damn asshole!" he cursed at me and slapped my bottom. I cried more, real tears
rolling down my cheeks. I wished my daddy was here. Probably because of his
cologne I gravitated to Bill and clung to him.

"There, there," Bill crooned. "I can take you back to Madge if it is too much."

I just cried all the harder and clung to him. He gently stroked my hair and
soon, my little pee-pee. For some reason my little wiener started stiffening
again. When it did the hurt seemed to go away and my body started a strange
tingling sensation. I sniffled a few more times and clung to him quietly as he
stroked my scrotum and pee-pee.

A few minutes later he was lathering my bottom again with oil. I stiffened but
not as much this time as the petting felt too good. Fred handed him a skinny
rubbery thing that he slowly started sliding up my bottom. It actually felt OK.
A doctor had given me an enema once when I had eaten too much cereal and it felt
like that. I relaxed.

I opened my eyes fully for the first time since the "pain" and was shocked to
see Fred had no shorts on! His underwear was no where to be seen and his manhood
was showing! I had never in my 11 years seen one and I gasped in surprise. SO
that is what was trying to be pushed in my bottom. It looked scary. It was
hanging limp, wrinkled and reddish. Thick hair protruded from the base. A loose
sac of skin enclosed his bulging balls. I stared. I had only seen my tiny penis
and that of my classmates. I had NO idea that they got so huge!

Bill was working the rubbery thing in and out of my bottom. "Try again", he said
sharply to Fred.

"Kid", bill said in his no nonsense must be obeyed voice, "we fuck you or take
you back, since you are still here relax and let Fred fuck you this time." No
gentleness in his voice at all this time.

I nodded and rolled back over on the pillows. Plop! The thing popped out of me
and I felt a generous amount of liquid being slathered about my bottom. I
watched out of the corner of my eye as Fred worked his penis with his hand. It
grew and grew, hard and angry red. It was almost 6 inches long! I gasped at the
sight!

I felt Fred's weight on my back and a hard probing at my bottom. A searing pain
started again and I bit my lip. I was feeling an intense stretching at my
bottom. I had to pull away! This time Fred stayed there and I saw Bill indicate
for him to wait a minute. Bill started massaging my pee-pee again and I relaxed.
As soon as I relaxed I felt a swift probe at my little bottom and this time the
stretching was not slow. I cried out at my bottom stretched and I felt the
impaling monster go farther and farther into me! I admit I was crying then, it
was hurting! I felt the impaling tool start a rapid thrusting in and out of me.
It was like a machine was working it automatically in and out! I knew it was
Fred though. He was grunting like a crazed man. His sweat started dripping onto
me.

After only a few minutes of this I heard him groan loudly, stiffening. I was
squished under his weight! Suddenly a warm liquid was squirting far up in my
bottom. Fred, gasping, withdrew from me. I was still sniffling from the shock of
it all. My bottom hurt and I was sticky with oil and fluids.

Rod, the other guy had his shorts off too. As soon as Fred got off me Rod was in
his place. I felt the probing. I didn't resist and it penetrated me much more
easily. I felt his weight, heard the sloppy shushing sounds and his deep
grunting. He lasted longer than Fred. His grunting and thrusting seemed to last
forever before he too stiffened and warm juices shot into me.

I sniffled a bit as Rod got off me.

Bill talked to the two as I lay there, fluids running from my bottom. "You two
take off. I am going to take my time fucking this gem," he said. "See you two in
the morning if you want more of this piece of ass."

The men both winded, and saying what a great fuck I was casually dressed and
headed out.

I lay there, not sure what to do. It hadn't been too bad, all in all but I was
wishing it was over.

Bill chuckled as he looked at me. "Ya did OK there kid, ya did fine. I'm gonna
fuck you but this time we are gonna take our time about it. I think you might
even enjoy it this time."

That I surely doubted.

Bill faced me and said softly, "pull down my shorts."

I looked at him curiously. That couldn't hurt I supposed. His shorts were tented
out oddly. I reached for the elastic and gave a yank. What the shorts were
hiding surprised me so much I gave a frightened cry. It was huge! I thought
Fred's was big (I never saw Rods) This seemed enormous in comparison!
Tentatively I reached out and touched it as if it was a snake ready to bit
me.Bill chuckled and continued talking to me, like helping explain would help me
feel better.


"I'm gonna fuck you now while you are still stretched out and then we will take
a break" he said in that I mean business voice. "I'm gonna help you enjoy it
though, not like those other two."

He rolled me on my back and did the oddest thing. He bent over and started
suckling on my little pee-pee! Wow! It felt so good! My little thing stiffened
again and I felt this hands and tongue all over me. My body felt feelings it had
never felt before, good feelings, tingly feelings, on fire feelings!

I was the one writhing and making funny sounds this time. Bill left me on my
back and put some pillows under my back. I knew what was coming even though I
was facing him this time.

"No", I said pleadingly.

"Yes", Bill said in his no nonsense voice. "I am going to have my turn fucking
your tight hot ass. I am going to fuck you longer and harder than those other
morons but this time you are going to like it."

He didn't even hesitate. I felt his penis probe momentarily at my hole and
without hesitation slid the monster into me. I arched my back and yelled! I felt
so stretched! It seemed to fill all of me!

His other big hand never left my little penis though. Slowly the tingling
sensations returned, the fullness felt OK now and the big hands worked my
sensitive areas like magic. Something else was happening. An intense pleasure
was starting to erupt deep inside my bottom. Somewhere inside me a "Button" was
being activated that felt best of all.

I was crying but now from the intense pleasure. His hands kept at my pee-pee and
his huge member started a slow rhythmic thrusting in and out of me. I was
writhing now, making funny nonsensical sounds. My body was out of control!

Bill kept at it, fucking me, playing with my parts. I lost track of everything
but the intense pleasure my body felt.

At one point, his cock deep inside me, he stopped for a minute. "Want me to
stop? Want to leave?" he teased me.

"No!" I cried, "Please. please please keep doing it." I cried some more from the
pure intense feelings I was having.

Bill kept at it, a steady paced fucking.

He looked at the clock. Really, that is ow in control he was!

"It;s been a half hour, kid", he said, "that's plenty, I'm gonna cum."

I cried again this time from the disappointment it was going to end.

He took his hand from my chest and concentrated on his fucking, The pace picked
up until he seemed a blur. With a grunt he stiffened and a now familiar liquidy
feeling engulfed me.

I clung to him for a long time.

It was well into the wee hours by this time and I was exhausted. Bill treated me
almost kindly that night. He fixed me some food and led sleepy me to the shower.
I had never been so dirty! I had dried fluids stuck to me everywhere and all
that oil was still running down my legs. The shower felt great and I followed
docilely as he led me to his bedroom. I curled up naked beside him. I could feel
his muscles, the rough hair on his chest and smelled his wonderful Cologne. His
big flaccid dong was rubbing softly on my leg as his breathing slowed to a deep
gentle rhythm. I almost purred I felt so content.

When I awoke, Bill was standing over me with a plate of scrambled eggs and
toast. He was dressed only in his underwear. I noticed that even though he was
smiling that hungry look had returned to his eyes.

I ate warily, not sure what would happen next. It was only Saturday morning,
still a long time before I returned home. Home! It seemed so far away right now.

The look was more steely now. A hand grabbed two pillows. I got on them without
being asked, I saw his manhood glint in the light. It was huge, throbbing and
reddish purple. Tears sprung to my eyes.


"You cry when you are happy or sad," Bill said sarcastically.

I sniffled,

He put only a light coat of oil on his cock this time, no liberal amount on my
bottom, none at all.

"I am going to fuck you until you see stars", he hissed.

This time I reached for my own pee-pee. It seemed to be the magic lever between
pleasure and pain. I started rubbing it and moaned. Bill grinned. "Fast learner.
You are gonna be some cock hound."

He thrust into me with no hesitation. I yipped, but really the tingly feelings
had taken me over and I was ready for him. My 'button' responded too and soon I
was moaning in real pleasure. Bill took me for a real ride that morning,
stopping occasionally so I would beg for more, flipping me from back to front
and back again.

This time he surprised me. When he started to stiffen, he pulled out of my
pounded pooper and put the huge cock right in front of my face! I watched
fascinated as it erupted in jets of white foam. Some hit my face, some my arms
and a little went in my mouth. It was salty and warm.

As his breath subsided he said in his firm you do it voice, "eat it".

I didn't know what he meant until he indicated the goo. He scooped a gob from my
arm and stuck it in my mouth. At first I gagged and then swallowed it. He
grinned. "The rest too"

I slowly scooped the goop into my mouth. It wasn't bad. I actually thought it
was pretty good when I was massaging my penis. Funny how that little thing
changes things!

Bill rested. He seemed satisfied. "You are quite the little cock whore when I
get you cranked up," he grinned. "I think you will do more of this after this
weekend."

Hmm that was something I hadn't thought of. I wonder. It really was a new world
that had opened up. I wondered too if the "incident" was me expressing myself. I
wondered too at the stares of the men at the mall. I had a new understanding of
those stares now.

Bill sat up abruptly and grabbed his shorts. "The guys will be back soon," he
announced. "They own a part of your stay too. I will show you a new way to keep
those clods happy though. Easier on the ass." He whispered something to me as if
telling me a secret, "when we are in the living room start sucking on their
cocks."

I looked at him to see if he was serious.

"Really, they will love it and you can save that cute butt for me!"

Fred and Rod showed up a bit later. I had been staring at Bills fit muscular
body. His biceps and torso rippled when he walked about in just his underwear,
and my little weine stiffened at the sight.


The two men chuckled crudely at the sight of me naked. I blushed and pulled a
cover over me. I had not expected them to show up so abruptly. I looked at Bill
for guidance but he ignored my and continued to putter around in his shorts.

I was annoyed. I didn't want those two around. Fred stripped quickly. "Ready for
more cock you little slut? You like getting fucked now don't you?" He made lewd
gestures towards Bill. "I bet your ass is dripping cum". His crude talk was
trurning him on and I saw his cock start twitching and getting hard.

He rolled me over on my back. I protested a little but soon passively adjusted
myself for what I knew was enivitable. He entered me quickly and had a rabbit
like quickness to his thrusts. I felt a tingling of the pleasure starting but
not much. He soon grunted and emptied his load into me.

Rod rolled me over and at least started the pleasure "motor"/ He played with my
pee-pee for a bit before sloding his thingie into my bottom. It made a squishy
sound and he pumped quite awhile. I started to enjoy myself and was almost
dissipointed when I felt him stiffen and a hot jetting gush shot into me.

Bill ignored me. I was kind of glad as my bottom was a little sore. We went to
the living room where the guys relaxed and chatted. They had me prance around
naked in front of them as they recharged their batteries.

I remembered what Bill had told me. After a bit, as they were sleepily sitting
on the couch I curled up near Rod. I first felt his "thingie" with my little
hands. A thrill shot through me. It was so warm and rubbery! I felt the curly
hairs and the sagging ball sac. Rod groaned and I felt a little response from
this manhood. I continued to feel and explore. Bill had said "suck it" so I
tenatively bent over and gave it a lick. Another groan. Hmm not bad and I loved
the musky smell. My own little thing stirred as well.


Soon I was sucking and licking with earnest. I was swelling and getting hard!
Rod was groaning and encouraging me now. I felt hands tickling me as well and I
responded ever more enthusiacially.
It was a fair amount later when I felt Rod stiffen. Could it really be?

I wasn't prepared for the huge forceful gush that followed. Three hot streams of
goo shot right into my mouth! I coughed and gagged but swallowed most of it.
Some was dribbling down my chin as I looked up and grinned.

Fred was righ beside me and grabbed my head before I had time to recover. He was
such a cad! I sloppily stared on him while Rod recovered in deep wheezing gasps.
Fred came easily and I swallowed his goo as I knew what to expect this time.

"That was awesome!" Fred exclaimed. "I can't believe what a cock hound this cunt
is already."

Bill just winked at me.

I grinned back. I liked what I had done. I liked it a lot! Besides my little
bottom couldn't take much more. It was getting sore.

"Bill looked at his watch and said in an exaggerated vioce, "Oh m' gad, I gotta
get this kid back soon!"


I looked up with a start. It wasn't until tomorrow I was due back! Bill winked
at me.

"Get going guys! I gotta hurry!" The two looked startled and confused for a
moment. "I was looking forward to fucking him again", Fred whined.

Within minuted the two were gone. Bill and I looked at each other and laughed.
"They should never trust anyone when it comes to pussy!" Bill and I laughed
again.

We kind of got jovial and frisky after that. We poked and tickled. I giggled and
felt around. His torso was near my face and I smooshed his shorts into my face
tickling his hair sac through his musky shorts. Our play got more pointed, both
concentrating on the midriff. His manhood slowly stiffened and the shorts
tented.

It wasn't long before he was ready to enter me again. It had been since morning
for him and he was ready and randy. This time, for the first time I gave in
completely to the sensual pleasure. I bucked, I yelled, I clawed at Bill. He
would fuck me for awhile and then withdraw and we would play teasing games. He
would flip me over and enter me again. I was like an animal writhing and clawing
the air. I finally found his ball sac with my hands and started kneeding them.
"Unfair!' yelled Bill.

He erupted soon after and I curled up with the big man. I soon was in a deep
contented sleep. I slept deep and hard, snuggling the musky chest hairs.

I awoke the next morning with a start. The big man was still beside me. He had
his big tool in one hand, working it up to its full size. Splash! I bit of oil
hit my bottom.I felt myselt none too gently being put on the pillows. "Lift your
legs" he growled.

Here I was, half asleep about to have him have his way with me. I was annoyed.
The last time had been so great! Such intense pleasure! This was more like a
duty.

I groaned and lifted my legs over his shoulder. My bottom still felt crusty from
the dried goo from last night. He entered me without a word, without a bit of
preliminary play. I was sleepy and just lay there as he thrust in and out of me.
It was completely different than last night, although after a bit the "button"
deep inside me came alive and a bit of pleasure started to spread. After a bit
it did feel good again and I started to respond to the thrusts with grunts and
groans of my own.

When he stiffened and shot his goo deep into me he just withdrew, curled back up
with me and went back to sleep.

We must have slept until noon. It was such luxury! Bill was in no hurry that
Sunday and we both showered before eating breakfast. He didn't say much. It was
me that broke the ice and started tickling him and horsing around in the living
room. He responded with licks on the chest. I licked him back.

I spent much of that afternoon just exploring Bills big beautiful body. I felt
every muscle, every crevase. He responded back with more licks and nuzzling of
his own. Our explorations got more intense after awhile. I couldn't help it!
Slowly every nerve in my little body was getting tingly. Bill flipped me over
and continued his nibbling. My little bottom was where he concentrated. OK by
me! I let out a gasp when his tongue touched my butt hole. I thought that was
accidental for sure but it continued. It was making me writhe like a crazy boy
too. He chuckled as he saw how worked up I was. He did that a long time too, and
it was wonderful.


By the time he had my legs up over his shoulders this time I was in such a state
I hardly knew who I was. He entered me easily and my "button" responded from
deep within me. This time for the first time I abandoned maself to my body. I
yelled, gasped and writhed with Bills constant bucking. His sweat was mixing
with mine and we were both slippery and wet. He would withdraw sometimes and
work my thingie into a start of immobility before he started again. It was with
a roar that he finally squirted deep inside me. I lay there panting for awhile
as Bill lay there gasping beside me.

We must have drifted off to sleep again as Bill shook me awake and I sat up with
a start.

"Shit!" he said, discustedly. "Its 5 already and I need to get you back by 6."

I started rummaging around for my shorts but Bill had other ideas.

He grabbed the oil and stuck his limp penis in my mouth. "Suck", he hissed.

I gagged at the smell and finally half heartedly started in on it. All too soon
it was rising to its full thickness and rock hardness.

Boom, I was on my back on the pillows. Slap went the oil. Bill was in a hurry.
Plop when my bottom as his engorged manhood forced its way in.

Tears sprung to my eyes. I didn't like this side of Bill. The way he had his way
with me. The rubbing on my interior button helped but it was a long session for
me, Bill grunting and thrusting and me there barely participating. Finnaly he
was done, one last hot gush.

I dressed quickly. I looked into the mirror. I looked like the same kid as 2 and
a half days ago. That was a relief!

It was a quiet car ride. "Want to say goodbye to Madge?" Bill asked?

"No!" I said fiercely.

Bill grinned. ""Smart kid." he said. "Hey, if you don;t want to see her again
use the word cocaine."

I looked at him and smiled. His few words of advice like "Suck their cocks" had
been helpful so far.

"When we got to "C" St he stopped the car. "Good luck kid." was all he said. He
sped off and I could see he didn't look back.

Daddy was right there. "DADDY" I squealed, tears in my eyes. I do cry a lot in
case you hadn't guessed!

Daddy gave me a squeeze. He sniffed me curiously but didn't say anything. I
hoped he didn'y notice the spreading wet spot on my trousers as the last of
Bills goo ran from me. I sat down in the car carefully. My bottom was sore and I
guessed sitting was going to be a challenge for a few days.

It was quiet in the car at first. Daddy grinned at me in the mirror and I
happily thought of home. Home! Sweet smells, mommy my room and even my little
brother. Home!

"How, er was your mom?" daddy asked.

"You mean Madge?' I asked sweetly.

"Yea her", daddy grinned. I could tell he liked that I would not refer to her as
mom.

"Oh," I said brightly, "I didn't get much of a chance to really get to know
her......she was...busy."

"Oh???"

"Uh, yea she had a lot of aquintances," I said making it up as I went. "She
provided them with this neat medicine, its white and powdery. Can't think of
what it is called. The men said it was a miracle cure for headaches. they even
sniff it right in their..."

"Stop!" daddy yelled gripping the steering wheel hard.

"You will never have to see that woman again!"

I smiled and looked out the window. Bill sure was smart!

                     Conclusion

A lot has happened in the two weeks since "the visit." It is starting to fade
into my memory much as "the incident" did.

Mommy says I have changed, for the better too. SHe says I am more confident and
not so obsessed with my looks. Daddy agrees, although I see him looking at me
out of the corner of his eye in a curious way sometimes. I know he knows about
"the sercret" as I now think of it. I am also sure that he is ok with me being
different and that means the world to me. I mean one day without a big "talk" or
anything he brought me a pamplet entitled "A Guide to Safe Sex". I mean he
didn't say a word. Just put it on my desk and left.


I overheard my parents talking in the kitchen that Madge had been arrested on
drug charges. I really don't care much what happens to her, to be honest.

"The secret" is the biggest change since "the visit".

For the first few days I was back I was so happy! But then after that I just
couldn't sleep and my mind just kept returning to Bill and the things he did to
me, the way my body came alive. I almost got so desperate that I thought of
trying to track him down. The colder more callous side of Bill faded from my
memory and the heated tingly feeling I had with Bill would keep me awake at
night in a sweat.

I then started looking around me. There were men, men and more men. A whole
world was out there and half of them were men! Big ones skinny ones all sorts
and shapes.

I decided one day a few days after my return to find one, get one and see if it
was only Bill who could make my body come to life like he made it feel.

Not far from our house I noticed a man. Actually it was re-noticing him as I
have known him for years. Mark was his name, Mark Jensen. I have known him for
years in a "hi how is the weather" sort of way.

Mark was 24 now. He had been the wrestling captain at the ISU until last year.
Since then he had gotten a job coaching and seemed to spend all his time either
at his new job or working out. I had seen him a few days ago and had his buff
bod ever bulked out. He liked to jog by our house in a tank top and his torso
showed easily. It was bulky and rippling with newly developed muscle.

I had planned my strategy as carefully as I could. If it failed, a chat about
the weather was a back-up. I knew when he usually headed home, luck for me it
was the same time mommy was at a PTA meeting.

"Hi Timmy!" He startled me by speaking first as he came past me on his way to
his house.

I almost backed out but bravely tried to speak. "Err, Mark, hows it goin?"

"Fine, great weather!" he was going past me too fast.

"Hmm, Mark sometime if you have time can I ask you a few things?"

He stopped, sweat from his recent workout still drippng of his handsome body.

"Sure, sport, whats on your mind?"

"Err, I have had some kind of embarrasing things happen I wanted to ask someone
about....my daddys gone a lot....." I trailed off lamely for the effect.

"Why not now?" he said brightly. How about a cold gatorade and we can chat in my
house?"

"Ok I guess", I said trying to sounds reluctant.

So far so good. We went in and he splashed us each a quick drink. He gave me one
curious look and then seemed to shake his head. Finally he sat down and said
cheerily, "whats bothering you?'

I really liked Mark so I hope feverently that this would now wreck our semi
friendship. "first I am worried I may never develop like other boys and like
you!" I blurted.  "Second I have been having such wierd dreams."

I could see he was trying to have the look of the knowing older brother.

I flexed a muscle in my arm to show him. "See?" I went and felt his for a
comparison. "Yours are so big and powerful."

"Er, how about the dreams?" Mark figgeted uncomfortably.

"Oh them." I paused. "They are a little embarrasing."

"Go on he urged, "we all have embarrasing things happen."

The next was crucial. If he didn't respond I would bail quickly. "I have dreams
that wake me up, and my.......private part gets hard," I stammered.

"Go on," Mark said "thats normal for a boy your age."

Here goes nothing....

"Oh?" I said brightly. "I am glad they are normal. Oh the one last night was a
ripper. This muscular guy was in it, he was so big and built like, well sort of
like you. He was like working out and all sweaty. I was watching as he did leg
crutches I think they were. He was looking at me as he worked out and he was
really sweaty. I was naked, thats the embarrasing part and the big man had on a
swimming trunk, so tight to his body."

Bingo! Mark was getting a bit red faced and his loose fitting gym trunks were
starting to tent. He tried to adjust his rising manhood so I wouldn't notice.

"Is this ok to talk about?" He nodded quickly. "He just kept on working out and
looking at me! I saw his own private area was growing and growing. I started
walking toward him slowly. Is it ok if I take my shirt off, its hot in here" I
asked abruptly.

Mark nodded furiously, unconsiously rubbing his growing erection.

I was bare skinned now from the pants up. I felt my own hardness and a wierd
trembling. There was no real turning back now, no weather chat would cover this
conversation up now.

"I noticed his rippling torso the most. In my dream," I added lamely. "His
bulging bi-ceps were like a magnet to me.".

"Sure hot in here," Mark gasped, as he shucked his thin muscle shirt.

I stared at him. He was so georgous! His years of working out had built an
increadible mound of chest muscles. He was hairless, with an even tannish skin
tone.

"So hot", I agreed and shucked my pants! I stood there in my whitey tighties. My
little penis had taken on a life of its own. it was jumping around in my shorts.
I gasped! A trickle of goo was leaking into my whities making an ever spreading
wet stain.

Mark gave up hesitating after that. My only real question before the lovemaking
started was if he was going to be a "Fred" or "Bill", I can tell you that after
a week of him being my "secret" he is Bill times ten! Really! He even says he
loves me!! My body just is on fire with him and he says the same of me. Just
between you and me I feel so lucky. He has (blush,blush) a wonderful body, and a
long penis that finds wonderful buttons. My daddy even makes sure I have several
hours of "free time" every evening for "walks".

P.S. A quick last note before i say goodbye. I just asked my daddy if I could
spend the weekend with a "friend", and he said yes. YES!