Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2011 11:52:43 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: Untying Timmy - Part 7

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Untying Timmy - Part 7

That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept replaying what happened
in the locker room, the last moments before Timmy left. He was
disappointed and pissed, but I didn't do anything to hurt him.
I only asked him to make me cum because I couldn't hold it
anymore. My body couldn't keep up with his insatiable
appetite. I so wanted to explain to him, but he just left. I
was beginning to see that he was obsessed with me and his
expectations were so high that it was impossible for me to
meet.

The next day was Friday, which meant wrestling practice. I
wasn't myself all day, still worrying about Timmy. When the
practice was over and everyone was gone, I went in the locker
room to see Timmy riding Ryan. The two didn't even flinch when
I entered; they just kept fucking. I locked the door and went
to them.

"Hi, Coach!" Ryan said breathlessly as his face reddened, a
bit embarrassed that his coach was watching him fuck.

"Hey Ryan, feeling good?"

"Yeah!" He returned to the fuck, grabbing Timmy's waist and
thrusting upwards in sync with Timmy's motion.

I turned my attention to Timmy. "How are you, Timmy?" He
didn't talk to me the entire day. He didn't even come to my
office after school.

He just ignored me and kept bouncing up and down on Ryan's
cock. Ryan was too wrapped up in pleasure to realize something
was wrong. I just watched in silence as the two wrestling
teammates fuck. Jealousy rose in me. Timmy was ignoring me and
getting Ryan to fuck him, and I was sure with Ryan being a
horny teenager, he could fuck Timmy three times in a row. Was
I being replaced?

I watched as Ryan approached his climax. He groaned, grabbed
Timmy's waist and pumped into him. I could see his ass cheeks
flexing as he shot again and again in Timmy, moaning and
shaking on each shot. It must be a good one. Ryan relaxed on
the bench and smiled. Timmy did not pull out; he just waited
for a few seconds before going up and down again. Ryan was
moaning, but amazingly, after a minute or two they were at it
again, fucking like crazy. I was even more jealous now. I
could see what Timmy saw in Ryan. He could cum again and again
without getting soft. How could I compete with a teenager?
That afternoon, I watched with an insanely hard cock as Timmy
rode Ryan to three consecutive orgasms. Timmy wanted to go on,
but Ryan was drained.

"Man, are you really so horny? I've cum three times in a row!
I'm all spent!"

"Oh, well, next time then." Timmy just pulled off and started
getting dressed.

Ryan looked at me and said, "Sorry, Coach, it looks like I
can't get my ass fucked today. I'm exhausted!"

"There's always a next time, Ryan."

"I have to go. My mom would go crazy on me." Ryan put on his
clothes and left. Timmy was about to leave too, but I stopped
him.

"Timmy, we need to talk." He stopped at the door and turned to
look at me with a stone face.

"What's going on, Timmy?"

"You can't seem to satisfy me, so I'm getting other cocks
elsewhere."

"No one can satisfy you! Not even Ryan!"

"I know, but at least he can cum a few times in a row."

"I'm not a teenager anymore, and you know that!"

"Yeah, so I'm fucking him now."

"What? So that's it? He can cum more so you are dumping me?"

He looked at me for a while; I couldn't tell what he was
thinking. "Are we together in the first place?"

I was stumped. Were we? "We said we loved each other. Isn't
that enough?"

"No, it's not enough. You are not always here when I need
you."

I sensed something else, some kind of deep emotions. Was it
resentment? Somehow the words `you are not always here when I
need you' sound very familiar. They echoed in my mind. I
thought about my father. I thought about saying these words
myself when I was his age. And I thought about my Coach. He
was a father to me when my own father was gone. And I suddenly
realized what's going on.

I sat down on the bench and quietly asked, "It's your dad,
isn't it? He's not there for you when you needed him."

"Don't act as though you know everything! What the hell do you
know about my dad?"

"I don't. I just had a sense that those words weren't meant
for me." I looked him directly in his eyes and knew I was
right.

He stood there looking at me for the longest time. At first it
looked like he was so pissed he was going to punch me. Then it
slowly softened and he just looked plain sad. His eyes started
getting watery and he covered his face with his hands. I
walked over to him and held him tightly. He cried on my chest
for a long time and I just rubbed his back.

"It's ok, Timmy, I'm here."

"But one day you are going to be gone and it will be the same
again. The same hellhole I live in."

"You can come over to my place as often as you want. I
promise."

He shook his head. "No, you have your own life. You can't
always be with me."

"I do, but I will make every effort to be with you as much as
I can."

He studied my face carefully. Finally he sighed and buried his
head in my chest. "You are so good to me, Coach. I got pissed
at you for nothing and you are still so kind."

"I've been there, Timmy. My own dad was gone and my coach was
my dad for the longest time."

"Really?" He looked up at me, with hope in his eyes.

"Yup. I'm really close with my coach. He's been coaching this
school for over thirty years and when he retired he asked me
to replace him as the interim coach."

"I know him, but I never knew what's going on between you two.
Did you... you know?"

"No, we never did anything, not while I was his student
anyway. I did suck him off, but that happened recently. I
still see him regularly."

"That's amazing. That must have been what, ten, twenty years?"

"Almost twenty years, and he always stayed professional while
he was my coach, unlike me." I smiled at Timmy. I have crossed
so many lines with my students I was ashamed to face my coach,
but I was sure he'd love to hear my stories.

"Wow!" He thought about that for a second. "Do you think we
can be like that?"

"Sure, if that's what you want."

"I'd love that."

He smiled, and it was the brightest smile I've seen on him. I
hugged him again, holding him so close to me. I loved to feel
his warm body next to mine, and I could feel he was shaking. I
bent down and kissed him, and he kissed me back passionately.
When we finally broke the kiss, his eyes were filled with
lust.

"Make love to me, Coach!"

I smiled and lay him on the bench. I put a towel under him to
make him comfortable, because I wanted this to be special. I
wanted him to be comfortable because I was going to make slow,
sensual love to him. We looked into each other's eyes with
passion never seen before. It was no longer about sex. I loved
this boy so much I wanted him to feel heaven on earth. I
wanted to make him scream with joy and cum so many times. I
wanted him to be completely satisfied. I placed my cock at the
entrance to his hole and looked up to him.

"Are you ready?" I asked gently. He just nodded at me and
smiled.

I pushed in. It went in easily, with Ryan's cum still in his
ass. Three loads of his cum, in fact. I felt so dirty fucking
this stretched, cum-filled hole. However, I only had to look
into Timmy's eyes to be reminded we were in love, that I was
making love to him out of passion, not lust. Our eyes locked
the whole time I pushed in and out of him slowly, using long,
deliberate strokes. Timmy's hands were behind his head. He was
totally relaxed, looking at me with that cute smile of his,
thoroughly enjoying every moment. I smiled back and slowly
pumped in him, grinding and moving in little circles.

It was like enjoying a six-course French meal instead of a
drive-thru dinner. I felt like fucking him for the first time.
We both enjoyed it so much we were laughing along the way. I
would lean down and kiss him from time to time, and he would
reach up to play with my nipples. We had so much fun that
afternoon and neither of us was in a hurry. We wanted to take
our time and enjoy our first lovemaking session. When I
finally came, it was tremendous. It was emotional. Timmy
bucked his hips against me as he shot a huge load all over
himself, without ever touching his cock. I grabbed his waist
and blasted into him, painting his insides. As we both
climaxed together, I felt a bond with him like never before.
It was a beautiful moment.

As I finished cumming in him, I leaned down and started
kissing him like crazy. I pulled him close to me and got up,
with him still impaled on my cock. He wrapped his legs around
me and I was standing now, holding his entire weight. I
pressed him into the lockers and there was a loud bang, but we
were too hot to care. We kept kissing like two teenagers in
love for the first time, and amazingly I started getting hard
again. I just pounded him still standing, banging the lockers
on every thrust. It was a wild fuck and I lost control. I just
kept banging hard in him by instinct, and he was loving every
moment. He moaned in my mouth as I kept kissing him. I was on
auto-pilot; my hips just kept thrusting as I fucked him like a
mad man. I was so horny beyond belief. Timmy wrapped his legs
tightly around me, pulling me in. I kept thrusting until I
sensed another load in me. My cum was rising and I didn't want
it to stop. I wanted all in; I wanted Timmy to feel my cum
exploding in him. And cum I did. I just let loose in him,
without holding back. I felt like I've given all my essence;
all my energy drained out at that very moment. I've given my
all to Timmy.

I just pressed Timmy against the lockers. I was too tired to
move. My lips were still on his but I was breathing so hard I
couldn't even kiss. We held it like that for a while, until
his weight became too much for me and I slowly let go of his
body. He started sliding down and his feet touched the ground.
Our lips were still together and he gave me one last
passionate kiss before moving apart. We looked at each other
for the longest time, unable to speak. It was too amazing.

"That was the best ever! The best thing that happened in my
life!" Timmy said breathlessly. His eyes were full of love and
wonder.

"Yes, it's amazing! I didn't even know I could do that!" I was
referring to fucking twice in a row, without resting.

"If only every day was like that!"

"It wouldn't be special if every day was like that!"

"That's true. I'll remember this day forever!"

"Me too." We reluctantly got dressed. It was really late. When
we were finally out, it was dark.

"Do you want me to take you home, Timmy?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind. I'm already late as I am." I made
sure no one was around and took Timmy to my car.

"It's Friday night. I can ask my mom if I can stay over at a
friend's place." He looked at me longingly. The thought of
making love to this beautiful boy all weekend got me hard
again. I felt like a teenager all over again.

When we reached his house, Timmy asked me to wait in my car.
"Wait here. I'll ask mom."

I closed my eyes and relived the hot sex earlier. It was mind-
blowing. I wanted Timmy so much. I wanted to be with him every
second of my life. I was starting to be obsessed with him like
he was with me. In ten minutes' time, he was out again with a
backpack. In no time we were on our way to my home.

"Are you sure your mom is ok with this? You came home late and
you are away for the weekend?"

"My mom doesn't care. She wants to go to the bar and meet guys
anyway, and she can bring guys back if I wasn't here."

"I guess it works for both of you then."

"Yeah, and look what I got!" He took something out of his
backpack. It was a pair of handcuffs.

"I found this in my mom's drawers. I guess she's into this
stuff as well."

"Must be in the genes." I paused for a moment. "Wouldn't your
mom be looking for it?"

"Nah, she has so many toys in her drawers I doubt she'll miss
this."

As we reached my house, he immediately looked for my bedroom.
When he found it, he lay on the bed and handed me the
handcuffs.

"I want you to cuff me to your bed and fuck me all night!"

I looked at him and my cock was rock hard. I just fucked him
twice in the locker room not even an hour ago, and he wanted
me to fuck him again, all night. We haven't even had dinner
yet! And yet, hungry as I was, I couldn't help but strip him
slowly and cuff him to the four corners of my bed. And I
couldn't help but strip my clothes off my tired body and
insert my cock in his hole once again.