Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2018 09:16:26 +0000 From: THOMAS HUTCHINSON Subject: Timothy Chapter One If you enjoyed this story and if you can afford to, please send a donation to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Help keep the flame of freedom burning. Chapter One--Timothy Takes a Boat Ride by T. Edward Hutchinson Timothy leaves for school at 7:20 and walks down the hill toward the ocean. He crosses the road near the bottom of the hill before the street divides into left and right lanes around the narrow park that contains memorials to the town's war veterans. At the end of the park the youngster turns left onto the main street that boarders the water. One block up he turns left again. His middle school is the second building up, surrounded by a chain link fence. The lad joins a small group of his seventh grade classmates. On this early June day he and his classmates are wearing light jackets or sweat shirts. They are excited about the impending end of school and summer vacation. In the back of their minds is the prospect of becoming eighth graders next year. Many of them will turn thirteen over the summer, Timothy in a few days. A couple of them are there already. They file into the building and join the rest of their class. Timothy is about average in height and above average in looks with a slim build and a thick mop of auburn hair. He is a little below average in schoolwork and slightly above average in athletics. He is not competitive or aggressive or difficult. He is neither a leader nor a loner. He spends most of his time with the boys, but he doesn't have a best friend. He doesn't have a girl friend either. ***** Around 7:25 am on school days Timothy walks past Tom Blake's house near the bottom of the hill. His mother's house is on the same street, on the other side and near the top of the hill. They are neighbors, though ten houses away. Mrs. Donovan is a casual acquaintance, to whom he says hello at the supermarket and they exchange remarks about the weather. Nevertheless, information flows up and down the street. She probably knows that he is divorced. He knows that her husband is deceased. Tom had not given much thought to Timothy, except for the punctuality. That is, not until he heard the rumor that Timothy and another boy had been caught having sex. His next door neighbor told him about it. Tom did not question his informant, because he did not want to seem interested. However the neighbor relished sharing what he knew. Timothy had been getting regular blow jobs from another boy his age. The two had been separated by their respective parents. He did not set out to make a plan. The elements sprang unbidden into his consciousness over the course of several days. First he unexpectedly recalled having seen Timothy around the harbor on weekends. Then he remembered that he was himself at the waterfront because his friend Ralph had a good sized boat and often invited Tom to join him. They were friends in part because they had similar interests, though Timothy would be on the upper end of Ralph's range. The boy was on the lower limit of Tom's. Maybe Ralph would want to give him a helping hand anyway. The words, "damaged goods," popped into his mind. He was disgusted with himself for having the thought. Tom didn't think that Timothy was in any way damaged from what had happened with the other boy. If the other boy could have Timothy didn't that justify his trying his own luck? That was all he really meant. It was unfortunate that there wasn't a more appropriate shorthand phrase for that concept. He made the phone call to Ralph. Ralph arrived at Tom's house shortly after 7:15. They brought steaming coffee cups into the living room and settled into armchairs repositioned to provide a view of the street. "That's him," Tom announced, "coming down the hill on the other side. I think he's a mite early this morning." Ralph concentrated on the youth while Tom looked away. He didn't want the boy to notice two guys staring at him through the large front window. Ralph shifted his gaze about pretending to have purposes other than checking out Timothy. After the lad passed Ralph said, "Yeah, he'll do." Tom outlined his plan. Ralph offered some improvements that Tom accepted. They disagreed on one point. Tom would find a way to suggest to Timothy that if he was at the harbor on Saturday morning about 9, he and his friend who owned the boat would be willing to take him along. Ralph wanted a definite date set up. Tom countered that if they did that Timothy would probably tell his mother, might be refused permission to go, and in any case it would be better if no one else knew that Timothy would be with them. If things turned out badly, that could be used as evidence against them. Ralph objected to Tom's plan on the grounds that the teenager might forget all about it or think that such a vague invitation was not genuine. Tom said that the risk of wasting several weekend mornings waiting for Timothy to show up was better than having people asking themselves why two forty year old guys were so anxious to make a date with a kid. Ralph reluctantly agreed. It took Tom a couple of afternoons to speak with Timothy. Mr. Blake thought it would seem peculiar for him to be doing gardening in the front yard in the early morning. The times when the youth returned home were not consistent. After school activities or the whimsy of youth intervened, Tom supposed. Tom explained that since he had seen Timothy around the harbor on weekends it seemed neighborly to make the offer. Timothy seemed both surprised and pleased by the suggestion. When the boy wasn't there on Saturday, Ralph said, "I told you so." He didn't want take the boat out anyway. It was better to save the gas money for the real thing, if that should ever happen. Tom let Ralph decide whether they would try again on Sunday or wait for the following Saturday. Ralph chose Sunday and suggested that if that didn't work out he would have to think about bothering with the following weekend. ***** After having coffee at Tom's house early Sunday morning; they walk to the marina. They don't have to look for Timothy. He spots them and hurries over. His mother made him go shopping for his summer clothes on Saturday, the youth explains. "No problem," Ralph reassures Timothy, today is perfect. "Tim, this is our host and owner of the 'Steelman,' Ralph Ober. Ralph holds out his big tough hand to Timothy, who puts his little soft one into it to be gently shaken. "Ralph is a high-rise steel construction worker in the city," Tom explains. "You're one of those guys who work way up high on new buildings?" Timothy asks. "That's what I do, Tim" he answers. "Well, let's get going. We want a lot of time on the water," Tom says to motivate the group into action. Fifteen minutes later all the preliminaries of getting to the mooring of the 'Steelman,' casting off and stowing the lines, getting to the gas pumps and filling the tanks for the twin powerful outboard engines, and donning life jackets is completed and they are underway. Tom explains everything to Timothy. "Now Ralph is guiding our boat through the lanes of the mooring area. Once we get clear he can open up the engines and we will really move out." A few minutes later Tim hears the roar and feels the thrust forward toward the open ocean. "Now we are working our way around the breakwater. There is still a lot of traffic in this close," Tom points out. "Soon we'll be out on our own. Then Ralph wants you to join him in the forward cabin and he will let you take a turn steering our course." This prospect excites Tim, both to operate the boat and to be with the big man who is so strong but also so gentle. Mr. Ober scares him somewhat but attracts him as well. Then Tim is there with his hands on the wheel, like a car but smaller. Mr. Ober points out an island on the horizon and instructs him to keep the bow of the boat pointed right at it. This is so easy to do that it constitutes a let down for the boy. He had thought there would be more to it. He is saved from being bored by Mr. Ober telling him about the various dials, instruments and equipment in the cabin. Tim can only glance at these items and keep his focus on the task of keeping the boat on course. While trying to absorb all this information he barely notices Mr. Ober touching him now and then and instead of using his name says "son" or "my boy" in its place. Ralph brushes the hair from Tim's face so he can see better. He lifts up the hair from the back of the boy's head to see if his neck is dirty. It isn't. The man cups a shoulder and squeezes. The muscle is firm rather than being soft or hard. A Goldilocks muscle he thinks and laughs to himself. He adjusts Tim's hands on the wheel. He moves forward and makes "accidental" contact with the boy's butt. The boat rocks with the chop of the sea and he steadies Tim with a light hand on his hip. There is no other traffic going or coming on the their course. The few boats Ralph can see are a quarter mile away and not heading toward them. They are a couple of miles from the nearest land. Ralph cuts the engine speed in half. "Go and keep Mr. Blake company for a while," he tells Timothy. Once the boy has left he reduces speed again, and a few moments later sets the engines to idle. The boat will continue to move forward for a minute or so, slowing gradually. ***** As Timothy approaches the stern bench where Mr. Blake is sitting, the man inquires, "Was that fun?" "Yeah" the teenager replies. He looks happy. In a matter of fact manner the man says, "Mr. Ober and I would like you to take your clothes off now." The boy stands motionless, apparently stupefied and bewildered. "Get undressed please, Timmy." There is still no reaction. "Plan B," Tom announces. Timothy had not noticed that Mr. Ober had come up behind him. It is a big surprise when he is picked up and tossed off the side of the boat. He hits the water with a splat. It takes the youngster a few moments to get himself upright and reoriented. He sees that the boat is now about 20 feet away. "Hey," he hollers, "come pick me up!" Mr. Blake shouts back, "Swim to the boat and and we'll haul you in." It's difficult for him to swim in his wet clothes and wearing a life jacked. He plugs away at it, head down, kicking his feet and stroking with his arms. It doesn't seem to him that he is making much headway through the water. After ten minutes or so he stops to check his progress. The boat is now further away that it was before. "You're drifting away from me faster than I can swim," he yells. "You're probably right," Mr. Blake acknowledges. "Then come and get me." "We don't want if you wont do what we ask." Tim hesitates, then, "OK, I'll do what you tell me to." "All right, stay put," Mr. Blake instructs. Ralph maneuvers the craft to within five feet of the boy. "You have to swim the rest of the way over," the man tells Timothy. The boy gets to it and in a minute or so has made it to the side of the boat. Mr. Blake leans over, "Are you sure you're ready. You can still swim some more if you want to." "Yeah, I'm ready," Tim replies. "Pull me up." Mr. Ober leans over the side. "Give me your hands," he orders. Tim raises his arms as far as he can. The big man grabs his wrists and in one motion hauls the boy up and deposits him on the deck. "I'm sure that was refreshing," Mr. Blake comments to Timothy. "Now let's get back to where we were. Take everything off--life jacket, T-shirt, pants, under ware, shoes, socks." Tim slowly strips. When he is nude he is told to spread his clothes out on the bow deck to dry. That accomplished, he is ordered back to the stern. Reseated on the stern bench, Tom beckons Tim to stand close at Tom's left touching leg to leg. Tom turns the lad to face right in profile. "Put your right arm on top of your head," Mr. Blake tells him. The man's fingers reach up to explore his arm pit. "No hair there," Tom comments. Then the man's fingers move over the boy's upper lip. "Nothing yet. The first on your face will show up there," he tells Tim. But here we have a few," he says as he plays with the hairs above the kid's penis. "Any on your balls?" he inquires and grins at the boy. Hearing no response he continues, "I'll check." He does so. This takes a while. "Hmm, maybe, I'm not sure." He continues his search. "Yup, I got one. Do you want me to pull it out?" "If you want to," Timothy tells him. "Good answer, Timmy" he asserts as he gently rubs the boy's tummy. The hair inspection gives Timothy an erection to which Tom now gives his attention. He fondles the shaft gently, first with his fingers and then with his hand. "Timmy," he questions, "you shoot juice when you jerk off don't you?" "Yes," the boy confirms. "I presumed so since you have some hair on you. Well, we'll save that for later. It's Mr. Ober's turn. Remain right here, He'll be along in a moment." ***** When Mr. Ober comes out of the forward cabin he brings in his hand a white plastic bottle. "Sun screen," he informs Timothy as he takes Mr. Blake's place on the bench. "We don't want you getting sunburned. Come here an sit on my lap." "I could do that myself," Timothy comments. "Obviously, you could son. However I like to put sun screen on my boys. I like to give them baths too, but you've already had yours. Unless you think you need another one. Besides, having someone touch you all over feels great. So relax and enjoy it." Timothy settles his butt on Mr. Ober's knees. "Am I your boy?" he asks the man. "For today you are," he replies as he begins to apply lotion on Timothy's brow. "Close your eyes." Mr. Ober does all around them and his nose. "You're my boy only for today though, Timmy. I prefer boys with no hair and yours is only going to get worse. So this is a one time thing for us. It's not that I don't like you, you're a wonderful kid. I'm enjoying putting this stuff over your fine neck and shoulders. Hold your chin up. And maybe we will get to be chums now and then. My friend, Tom, thinks the world of you. Unless you're a fool, you will let him be your friend. If so, we might see each other sometimes when he and I get together. I would like that, as a friend." "You might even get hair on your chest one day. Or on your back, god forbid. Or your butt, speaking of which, stand up." Mr. Ober works over Timothy's backside and crotch. "I don't think I can get a sunburn there," the kid said at one point and got a sharp slap on his posterior as reward. "I'm sorry," he apologized, it was just a joke. "That's OK, I thought so, but it's still a good idea to remind a boy to behave. I want to be gentle and kind, and I am so long as my boy is good. When he's bad he has to be corrected. That's how he learns to avoid punishment and enjoy the things I do to show my love for him. Put your foot up on the bench." ***** "I turned your clothes over so they'll dry on the other side," Mr. Blake tells Timothy when the two men change places yet again. "Thanks" Tim responds. The man takes up the sunscreen that Ralph left behind. "Did he miss anything" he asks Timothy. "He said he wouldn't put any on the bottoms of my feet so I wouldn't be slipping on the deck." "That makes sense, what about your belly button?" "That made me wiggle and feel really funny" Mr. Blake put some lotion in his hand and said, "Sounds fun, let's see." Mr. Blake got the same reaction out of the boy. "What about back here?" he asked. "Yeah he did me there." "Did he put a finger into you?" "A little bit." "That's good," the man comments. "OK, do you know how to give a man a blow job?" For the second time the boy looked astonished. "You don't want to go swimming again do you?" "No!," Timothy admits. "We know that you got blow jobs from a friend of yours." "But I didn't give him any." "Well, today you're going to learn how. On my lap." Mr. Blake pats his lap as a further indication of his wishes. Once Timothy was settled Mr. Blake said, "Open up," and tapped the kid's lips. The man puts a finger in and moves it about between the cheeks and gums, under the tongue, the roof of the mouth. "First you're going to practice on my thumb." It's like sucking on a popsicle, except a lot more suction. There are two basic ways to do it after getting a good suction going. In one method the person sucking, while maintaining the suction, moves his lips up and down on the shaft of the penis. In the other, after getting a good suction and maintaining it, the person getting the blow job moves his penis into and out of the mouth. The most important thing is to keep the suction strong. Oh, and not to bite the guy's dick with your teeth of course. You avoid that by rolling your lips over your teeth." He does that with his own lips to show the boy. "OK, let's see how much suction you can get on my thumb." He puts a hand on the back of the boy's head. "Not bad, now I'll start moving my thumb in and out. Keep up a strong suction." Mr. Blake removes his hand from the boy's head and instead holds his own wrist to steady his other hand. "OK, now you move your mouth up and down the shaft of my thumb." "Which way is easier for you? I move my thumb in and out or you move your mouth up and down?" "You move," Timothy chooses. "Makes sense, that way you only have to concentrate on the suction." "After the guy shoots his load, there are three choices for what to do with the juice. The easiest and quickest is to swallow it. There is nothing in cum juice that will do you any harm. Spitting it out takes time to find a place to spit, you're likely to spill some of it on your clothes (if you're wearing any), and there is no way to spit it all out because its a little sticky so your going to taste it anyway. The third way, and the way that is the most fun in my opinion, is to give the guy you just sucked an open mouth kiss and squirt most of back into his mouth. Don't do that with Mr. Ober though, he wouldn't like it. I would like it but I'm giving you the choice." "Let's practice with the thumb again." After they do that, Mr. Blake says, "What are the three ways of getting rid of the cum in your mouth?" "Swallow it, spit it out and ... I forget." "Kiss it out," the man reminds him. "Oh, yeah, kiss it out." "OK, get up and kneel down. I'll hold your head to steady you and fuck your mouth while you suck." They don't get very far before Timothy gags. "Don't worry, happens all the time. We just start over, open up and then get some suction going. This wont take long I've been ready to pop since we got on the boat." One more restart is all that is needed. Mr. Blake helps Timothy to his feet and the teenager kisses him on the mouth. "Good boy," he says. "And don't worry, Mr. Ober's dick isn't any bigger than mine." Mr. Ober asks Timothy to do all the work. The man stretches out on the bench and the youth goes to it. He thinks he is pretty clumsy at remembering to suck hard and work his head up and down, but Mr. Ober doesn't seem to mind. He tells Timothy that his younger boys don't do any better if they do it at all. It's the attempt that counts more with him. Then it's Timothy's turn to lie down on the bench. Mr. Blake brings out all his tricks for the boy, kisses and licks his face and neck, licks and nips his nipples. He uses his hands to massage the youth's body and tease or apply pressure to places Timothy didn't know could be made to give pleasure. He licks the boy's balls and penis before taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue before starting to suck. After the lad comes, Mr. Blake continues to work on him until he is sure that no more spasms can be wrested from Timothy's body. Then he swallows. The boy is spent. Tom leaves him to his rest. He collects the kid's now dry clothes and brings them to the stern. Ralph brings the engines to life and begins the return trip, slowly at first, gradually increasing the speed. Timothy becomes aware of the sound and motion, but doesn't want to move yet. Somehow lying still and being naked is exactly right and he is reluctant to do anything to break the spell until Mr. Blake tells him that he had better get dressed. They will be encountering other boats shortly. "You didn't kiss me after," Timothy says. "I was greedy, I wanted it all for myself," Mr. Blake confesses. ***** When Timothy gets home, he finds a twenty dollar bill in the left pocket of his pants and another twenty in the right pocket.