Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2001 13:16:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Eric Smith <eric6219@yahoo.com>
Subject: "David and Timmy" (t/t, oral, anal, ws)

Warning:  This story was written for Adults only and contains homosexual
          themes.   If you're under 18 or the community you live in
          has laws against reading this type of material, please do not
          continue.   This story is completely fictional and does not
          use safe-sex practices.   Please use condoms for the sake of
          your health and that of your consenting partner(s).


                             David and Timmy

Our First Time
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     Hardly a day goes by when it doesn't cross my mind.  The many
differences between us proved the truth of the adage that opposites
attract.  I was a freshman in highschool where he was a senior.  He
outweighed me by one hundred and thirty pounds and was 8 inches taller.
I was shy, he was outgoing.  The only thing we shared was a love of
sports but I was too small to compete in most of them.   Golf was the
one game that I managed to excel in but most athletes don't consider
golf to be a sport.  He lettered in all three of the 'real' sports at
our school; basketball, baseball and football.  He was everything that
I was not; big, fast, athletic and intelligent.

     It was at a golf course that I first had a opportunity to meet
David.   His lack of ability at the game was frustrating to him.   He
spent a lot of time on the practice range just as I did, but until that
day we had never talked with each other.  It was late August, we were
side-by-side on the range, both hitting drivers.  I was there first and
he chose the spot right behind me.

     At five six and 110 pounds, I was dwarfed by his six four, 240
pound, muscular frame.   I was in awe of him.  Even with my back to him,
I could feel his overpowering presence.   He seemed to be watching me
more than hitting golf balls himself.  I knew he was watching my golf
swing but sensed that he was also staring at my ass.   There had to be
a reason that my ass was the object of his attention.  I thought that
my shorts might be split or something.  Once I even reached back and
felt my ass crack but it seemed to be intact.

     Practice was going great for me that day, I was hitting them both
long and straight.   The occasional ball that he hit had good distance
but none went straight.   I heard David swearing to himself a number of
times and it was difficult for me to not laugh.   I was able to contain
myself because I figured if I laughed, it might be my last.  After
awhile, I heard him say:

     "Hey kid!  How about taking a look at my swing... it's all fucked
up and you seem to know what you're doing!"

     I turned around and looked at him.  God, he was an impressive
sight!   The thing that none of my friends knew about me was that I
am gay.  Not only am I gay but my jackoff fantasies have always been
about big, muscular jocks... just like him.   Matter of fact, David was
one of my major jackoff fantasies since the first time I started doing
it, two years ago.  My dreams always had me in a submissive role, taking
orders.   Orders that ran the gamut of what I had seen in the dom/sub
magazines that I found one day in a dumpster at the mall.  I couldn't
believe my luck, I saw this older guy looking around suspiciously and
then open the trunk of his car.   He pulled out a big cardboard box,
looked around one more time and then pitched it in the dumpster.   He
didn't see me because I was hidden behind some trees where I was
securing my bicycle.  Being a curious kid, I had to see what was in
that box.   When he drove away, I walked over and fished it out.  It
was heavy but I managed to struggle enough to get it to the top of
the dumpster.   I lost my grip and it fell down on the concrete,
spilling it's contents everywhere.   I immediately saw that they were
all pornographic magazines.  To a kid my age, it was like hitting the
motherlode.

    Now it was my turn to be looking around suspiciously.  I hurriedly
scooped the contents back into the box before anyone could see what
they were.   Needless to say, I didn't go into the mall that day.  I
carried the unwieldly box back to my bicycle, strapped it on the back
as best I could and pedaled toward home.

    My parents were both at work so I took my prize up to my room,
dumping the contents on my bed.   Being 12 years old and from a strict,
god-fearing family, needless to say, I had never seen the likes of this
stuff.   I didn't even know that stuff like this existed.  Most of
the magazines were devoted to sex between men and boys.  Some of them
were, what I now know to be, 'soft porn' but the majority were hardcore.
I spent the rest of the day leafing through my collection, fighting
the clock to read every one of them before my parents returned.

    One magazine in particular was devoted to muscular men dominating
smaller men and boys.   This was the one that I kept returning to.
Every time I looked at the pictures, I felt a delicious stirring in my
groin.   I imitated the actions of a young boy who was featured in the
magazine.   It was a photo of a small, slim kid like myself who was
obeying the command of a hairy looking man.   The kid wore a baseball
uniform with 'Batboy' written where the number should be.  The man was
wearing the same uniform, either a player or a coach.  The man told the
kid to jerkoff in front of him.

     Another set of pictures in the same magazine showed the kid
unzipping him and putting his oversized cock in his mouth.  When I saw
that I started humping my cock with my hand and shot my first load of
jism straight up, hitting my chin and dribbling down my chest.  It was
without a doubt, the best feeling I ever had in 12 years on this earth.
I guess that is when I realized that I wanted to be *that boy*.  I
wanted to experience the feeling he must have had, being forced to do
the bidding of a much larger, hairy and powerfully built man.

    "What's your name, kid?"  I was snapped back to reality by the
question David posed to me.

    "Tim... er... Tim Evans... sir."

    I don't know why I added the 'sir' but it was out of my mouth before
I had a chance to think.   David was wearing a pair of shorts, his legs
were deeply tanned with a thick covering of black hair.   His golf shirt
was open at the top and an equally impressive matting of black hair
filled the space and immediately caught my eye.   My mouth seemed to go
dry as the pictures of the batboy and the baseball player flashed back
in my mind.

    My nervousness had to be obvious to David and he seemed to enjoy
the effect he was having on me.

    "You have manners kid... I like that!"

    "Watch me hit a ball and tell me if you see what I'm doing wrong!"

    It was more of a command than a request.  Again, before I could
even give it a second thought, I responded with a 'yessir'.

    He swung mightily and hit a huge slice.  His grip was set up for
a slice so I showed him mine and he was able to copy it.   That was
not the whole reason that he sliced but it was a good place to start.

    He took a few practice swings before he hit another ball.   This
time it sliced but not nearly as much as before.   He seemed to like
that and gave me a huge grin.   His teeth were perfectly white and
his smile was big and broad, the kind that make other people melt
when they see it.

    Anyway, I made a few minor adjustments to his alignment and soon
most of his shots went relatively straight, some even hooked which was
a new experience for him.  I worked with him for over an hour and he
was tiring out.  He said it was a good time to quit and offered to buy
me a drink in the club house.   David put his clubs in his car and
followed me as I carried mine and placed them on the rack outside.
Again, I felt his eyes on my ass as he kept a step behind.  Without a
clue as to why he was doing that, nonetheless, it made me all queasy
and nervous.

    We chatted about golf mostly while we sat drinking our cokes.  At
one point, he asked me where I went to school.  I told him that I was
going to be a freshman next week when school started and would be
attending the same highschool as him.

    "Listen", he said.  "Freshman get a lot of shit from upperclassmen,
that's always the way it is, especially cute, little guys like you.
I want you to come to me if somebody gets on you too hard or tries to
make you do something you don't want to.   Understand what I'm saying
Timmy?"

    I couldn't believe when he said, 'cute, little guys like you.'
He called me 'Timmy', which I always hated.  Coming from him though, I
kind of liked being called 'Timmy' instead of 'Tim'.    It seemed
natural that he would use the diminutive of my name because he was so
much bigger and stronger than me.  I considered the possibility that he
might have a sexual interest in me but dismissed it.  Why would a hunky
stud athlete like him be interested in a skinny little boy like me?
He could have any girl he wanted!

    "yessir"... i managed to answer rather meekly.

    "Good!  the only one allowed to fuck with my new golf coach is me",
he said.  "Guess I didn't phrase that too well... but you know what I
mean Timmy!   Anybody fucks with you and they'll have me to answer to.

    He got up from the table and moved behind my chair.  He put his
big hands on my shoulders, squeezed them gently, then tousled my blond
hair the way my Dad used to do.

    I felt a shiver go all through my body.  Maybe I was wrong about
him.  He was taking control of me... touching my body without my
permission.   It was the classic way one person assumes control of
another.   I liked it, no question.  At that very moment, I think we
both realized that I now belonged to him!

    "Grab your clubs", he said.  I'm driving you home."

    There was no room for argument, he didn't even ask if I wanted to
leave... he could feel it in my shoulders... I would go with him,
whether I was ready or not.

    He asked me where I lived and drove off in that direction.  I
knew that he only lived a few blocks from me.   Younger kids always
seem to know so much more about older kids than they do.

    David told me that his parents and younger brother were visiting
relatives and weren't at home.  He would order some pizza.   He said
he hates to eat alone and I could phone my parents from his house,
letting them know that I won't be home for supper.

    Again, he didn't think to ask... just assumed that his plans were
mine.   He pulled his car inside the garage, using the automatic remote
on his key chain.   The garage led into the kitchen and he took off his
sneakers at the door, telling me to do the same.   Seems his mother
gets upset when he tracks mud or gets grass stains on the carpet.  It
excited me a little to see the size of his feet.   The Nikes that he
wore were 14 and a half.  My sneakers were size 7 and looked tiny when
I placed them next to his on the doorstep.

    Since it was only 4 PM, he said we'd wait about an hour before
calling for pizza delivery.   In the meantime, his plans for me changed
somewhat.  I was to phone my parents and tell them that I'd be home
around 8 PM.   He said his family would be back at 8:30 giving him
plenty of time to drive me home and return before they did.

    I had no idea what we would be doing for 4 hours since we had just
met and didn't know what the other liked to do.   I didn't question
David, figuring it wasn't my place.   He got two cokes from the
fridge and we went into his living room where he flipped on the TV.
There was an exhibition NFL game that he wanted to see.   Personally, I
don't like exhibition games, but I had no thoughts to alter whatever
plans David had for me.

    After five minutes or so he announced that he stank from hitting
all those golf balls and he was going to take a quick shower.   There
was a full bath on the first floor, just down the hallway from the
living room.   Ten minutes later, he returned, dripping wet, naked
except for a small towel wrapped around his thick waist.   I almost
passed out when he sat next to me on the sofa.  Thick mats of black
hair covered his chest to match the hair on his legs.  Even in my
jack-off fantasies about him, he didn't look this masculine.   I
thought of how my skinny body would look if I were in the same state
of undress as him.   He was a man, I was a boy, that much would be
obvious.

    I couldn't look at him because my little cock was betraying me.
He used another towel to dry his hair as he sat next to me.   At one
point, he handed the towel to me and asked (told) me to dry his back.
I had to look then as he leaned down with his hands on his knees.   I
rubbed vigorously, hoping to get it over with as soon as possible.
I noticed that several times he seemed to be glancing sideways at my
lap.   I'm certainly not big down there but he had to notice that my
cock was hard and tenting my shorts.

    All doubts as to whether or not he was looking quickly passed
when he pointed to my lap and said: "Looks like you're enjoying
yourself, Timmy!"   He laughed when I mumbled an apology.

    "Don't worry!  It happens to me all the time.  I can feel my cock
getting hard right now.   It felt good when you dried my back, I
always get hard when my body is rubbed.   You know I have a 9 year
old brother who is about the same size as you.   I'll throw your
clothes in the washer while you take a shower.  While we wait for your
clothes to be washed and dried, I'll see if I can find something of
his for you to wear.

    I started to panic a little and told him that I would wait till
I get home to clean up.  I also said that I didn't want to wear any
clothes belonging to a 9 year old boy!

    Obviously that was the wrong thing to say.  You can imagine my
surprise when he turned me over his knee and pulled down my shorts
and cotton briefs.   He paused for a few seconds and stroked my naked
butt before giving me 10 sharp slaps with his open palm.

    I cried a few tears, more out of embarrassment than the pain I felt
on my reddened ass.

    "I'm sorry I had to do that Timmy, but you were acting very much
like my 9 year old brother.  That's what I do to him when he disobeys
me.  You might as well know right now that I'm in charge.  I hate to
say it Timmy but you could use a shower.  Besides it will make you feel
much better.

    He let me slide off his lap, removed my shorts and briefs that
were bunched around my ankles.   Then he rolled my golf shirt up over
my head and removed it.  Except for my white socks, I stood before
completely naked.  My little penis was sticking straight out, much to
my great embarrassment.  He cupped my chin in his hand and raised my
head until our eyes met.  With his other hand, he wiped the tears from
my cheeks and then, inexplicably, kissed my upturned nose.   He turned
my body facing the hallway and swatted my rump.

    "Run along, the towels are in the cabinet next to the shower.
In the meantime, I'll get some of my brother's clothes that you can
wear afterwards."

    I padded down the hall and went into the bathroom.  It was still
a bit steamy from his shower as I leaned down to strip off my socks.
Just then he walked inside, grabbed the socks from my hand and threw
them out in the hallway.   There was little I could do to hide my
nakedness.   I kept my head down and covered my tiny genitals with my
hands.  I tried to step in the shower but he walked between me and the
stall.  He took that awkward time to ask me what kind of pizza I
liked.

    When I told him that I liked pepperoni, he said that he did also
and he would go ahead and place the order.   It might have been an
accident but just as he was ready to leave, his towel slipped off
his waist and fell to the floor.   I gasped as the sight of his hard
cock came into view.   It was standing at right angles to his body
and was fully 11 inches long and thicker than my wrist.

    "Sorry about that", he said.  "Damn towels around here are too
small.   Here, he said, let me turn on the shower for you.  This
tap can be a little tricky and I don't want you to burn yourself."

    He leaned in, giving me a good view of his buttocks.  They were
rounded and firm, just like in my dreams.  It seemed like he took a
long time to get the water temperature just right, all the time
standing with his back to me.   Much to my embarrassment, my little
cock jumped up flush to my body.  When he turned around, he saw my
predicament and smiled.

    "You don't mind do you Timmy, if I join you in the shower.   I'm
already wet and we might be able to help each other with our mutual
problems."

    He didn't wait for my answer.   He just stepped inside, grabbed
hold of my arm and pulled me with him.   The shower stall wasn't
designed for two people, especially when one was as big as David.
Without hesitation, David started lathering my balls and cock with the
bar of soap.   I jumped when he first touched me, this being the first
time anyone else had touched my genitals since I was a tiny boy.
Sensing my discomfort, David moved off and started lathering my chest
and then turned me around to do my back.   He scrubbed rather roughly
until I felt his huge hands cup my buttocks.  He stroked them with a
gentleness that belied his strength.   I can't tell you how good it
felt to be washed like a small boy again.  He moved closer and I felt
the tip of his cock against the middle of my back.   His soapy hands
slipped all over my ass and then moved onto my hips, waist and chest.
He tweaked my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.   An explosion
of lights and colors fired off in my brain.   He pulled me tight
against him and while I felt scared... somehow I knew that he
wouldn't do anything that I didn't want him to do.

    I felt his lips kiss my neck and then move to my left ear.  He
whispered:  "Geezus Timmy!  You really have me turned on!  I watched
your ass wiggle on the golf range all summer.  You have no idea how
many times I've wanted to grab you and rim your boycunt.  Do you mind
if I do it now?"

    I nodded my head yes.

    Nothing could have prepared me for the feel of his tongue on my
ass pucker.   It was the most wonderful sensation of all.   He parted
my asscheeks with his hands then kissed my pink boypussy.   He licked
at my ass lips before he finally shoved his tongue inside my virgin
hole.  He swirled it around, apparently not giving a thought to the
fact that this is the same place that my shit comes from.  After
literally fucking me with his tongue about a dozen times, he washed my
asscheeks.  His flattened tongue broad stroked each of them from the
base to my tailbone.

    Satisfied that I was fully prepared now, he stood up and directed
his huge cock at my quivering boycunt.   He released the tight grip he
had on my chest and slapped my asscheeks several times with his open
palms.

    "Timmyboy, I'm ready to fuck you now!   You want me to do this...
don't you?   It's your choice... I won't unless you give me your
permission.  Tell me that you want me to fuck you.  You have to say
the words!"

    My mind was racing, maybe I didn't even fully realize what he was
asking of me.   Given enough time to analyze the situation, any
rational person would agree that an 11 inch long, wrist-thick cock was
going to hurt like hell when it was driven up my ass chute.   I opened
my mouth and was going to say NO! in the loudest possible voice.
Instead I heard myself beg him:

    "Yes, oh god yes... please fuck me... my ass belongs to you now.
Do anything you want with it!   Please... please fuck me!  I want to
feel you inside me... empty your balls... i am ready to be broken...
take my virginity away from me... please... please!"

     With a swift, hard move, I felt him bury his bone deep inside me.
I was totally unprepared for the pain... I fought to get away but it
was too late.  His balls slapped hard against my soft asscheeks.  I
felt his thick pubic bush scratching my tender ass flesh.  It hurt...
god how it hurt!!... but it felt so fucking good too!

     I had given my all... what else is left for a boy to give to a
man after he's given him his ass.   I flushed with pride that I was
able to take it... give this gift to my David.   It's what he wanted...
it's what I wanted.   We were both satisfied.  The only thing left was
for him to pump his seed within me!   He pumped so much seed that it
began to back up, gushing out my asshole and down my legs.

     For the longest time he held fully extended inside me until he
grew soft.   Just when I thought that it couldn't be better than this,
he started to piss inside me, marking my innards as his possession.
This was the ultimate act.  I remembered reading this in one of the
porn magazines hidden under the floorboards in my room.  After his
hot flow of urine thoroughly rinsed my rectum, he moved his mouth to
my ear and whispered: "I love you Timmy!"

     I managed to whisper back: "I love you too, David... Sir!"

the end.


     Note to the reader:

     David and I are still together after 25 years and to this day,
     he has never beaten me at golf.  He does, however, beat my ass
     but only when I deserve it.  He is a gentle giant who loves
     me... what could possibly be better than that!


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