Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2002 01:33:15 -0700
From: C. Olt <tennormalcoys@hotmail.com>
Subject: Timothy Part 7

Timothy Part 7
By Colt

Disclaimer: As always, if you are not old enough: DON'T READ THIS!  If you
are easily offended: DON'T READ THIS!  If you are straight, religious,
squeamish or adverse to the idea of eating cum: DON'T READ THIS!  Also if
you use my story for any reason, in whole or in part, please remember to
credit me by adding my name and email address.


After Tims laughter had died down, his body again began to rebel against the
position his bongage kept him in.  He could not believe how worn out he
felt.  There was no way to tell what time it was but it felt like he had
been in this booth for months.  His arms, cuffed behind his back, ached.
His lower back muscles burned from the amount of time he had been bent over.
  He had to lock his knees back to keep his sore legs from collapsing out
from under him.  The alternative was to let them give out and have his dick
and balls ripped off by the leather cockring hooking them to the wall.   He
kept lifting his feet to shake out his legs and each time he had to peel
them off of the floor.  So much cum had run out of his abused hole that he
was practically glued to the cool formica flooring.  That and the smell were
just about enough to send Tim over the edge.

The very worst of it all was the feeling in his gut.  Tim felt full and the
thing that made his mind slowly unravel even more was the fact that he had
not eaten any food since earlier that morning.  The full feeling in his
stomach was the result of eating load after load of cum from the hard cocks
that had come thru the gloryhole in front of him.  In the few brief moments
he had to contemplate his current situation he decided that swallowing cum
was worse than having it shot up his now sloppy asshole.  At least getting
fucked, he thought, didn't make him gag, choke or make it hard to breathe.
It also meant he didn't have to smell the crotches and cum of all the men
using him.  Another plus was that he could always shit out the huge deposits
of cum shot up his ass.  If he wanted to rid himself of the loads in his gut
he would have to puke it up and the idea of puking up what he didn't want to
swallow in the first place did NOT appeal to Tim.

Interupting Tims train of thought was the suckbooth door opening.  Rousing
sounds of laughter and cheers echoed into the booth as two guys walked in
and locked the door behind them.  Tim could see them from the mid chest down
as they stopped in the middle of the booth and turn torwards the gloryhole.
The first guy was wearing black track pants with two white stripes running
down the outside seam and a tight white tshirt that was form fitting to the
trim body of the boy wearing it.  The other guy was wearing loose jeans that
hung low on his waist exposing the blue and white plaid of his boxers.  A
tight ribbed tshirt and jean jacket completed his fashion statement.  As Tim
waited for the oral abuse to begin he heard the guys talking.

"Ok Billy,  Brad and Jon say this guy puts your skanky ex girlfriend to
shame.  I'll let you go first to see if they are right."

Tim saw the guy in the jeans and jacket turn and swing his arm into the gut
of his buddy followed by a loud oooommph.

"Fuck you Ben, you dickhead" Billy barked out in mock anger, laughing.
"Those two fags don't know shit!"

"Dude," Ben said, "She has had more dick in her than most hookers. That's
why you were with her and you know it. You've been a fuckin horndog since
the 6th grade and your only getting worse.  Next thing ya know, you'll be
shuffling up to a hole in the wall and offering up your dick to any pussy
that walks by."  Ben leaned down and looked at Tims exposed mouth resting on
the edge of the gloryhole before continuing.  "Kinda like this fag with his
ass and mouth just waiting for the next big dick to come along.  Your
becoming a fuckin manslut!"

"Well shit man.  What the hell do you expect?  I'm 17 years old with a bone
in my boxers 24/7!"  Billy grabbed and tugged at the thick cock through the
faded jeans for effect.  "If I don't empty my nuts at LEAST once a day I am
a fuckin' basket case and you know that.  And I still say that I lost that
match to Dylan Walker because of it.  That was the day that bitch wouldn't
put out, remember?  And you know I ain't one to jerk off just to get my
nut!"

"Here ya go then, " Ben swept his hand dramatically torwards the gloryhole.
"We got our own personal nut catcher just waiting for another deposit.  Now
get on up there and do it, man, 'cause if ya don't, me and the guys are
gonna ditch ya.  All that backed up cum is turnin you into a asshole and
your bringin' our celebration down! Now get up there and empty your fuckin'
nuts man and make it quick 'cause I'm next!"  Loud laughter erupted from Ben
as he took a grand, sweeping step back and watched Billy practically rip
open his jeans.   He heard his buddies boxers tear from the mad dash to get
the growing cock thru the fly.  After several attempts to extract his now
rock hard cock, Billy mumbled a frustrated cuss word and tore open his
boxers from waistband to crotch.  Ben could tell by the look on his friends
face that he didn't give a shit about the ruined shorts.  All Billy was
concerned about was sliding his cock into a tight, wet throat and fucking
face 'til he drained his balls dry.

Tim watched and listened to all that was going on between the two friends.
Now, besides feeling a bit sick to his stomach and achy all over, Tim was
terrified beyond imagining.  As the two guys in the next booth were talking,
Tims mind started to form coherent thoughts beyond what was currently
happening to him.  One thought in particular just flashed through his mind,
leaving him beyond stunned.  The names that had sounded so familiar through
the thick, desensitizing fog in his head earilier coupled with the two new
guys in front of him fell together like puzzle pieces.  Brad. Jon. Ben.
Billy.  All put together they made the kind of twisted sense that they were
meant to.  Tims brother Doug knew exactly who he was bringing to the
bookstore and that Tims eventual realization would be overwhelming, even
sickening to him.  It was his high school wrestling team brought here to
fill up the new town slut with 17 year old boy cum.  His mind locked up as
his entire body went limp with defeat.  The slack jawed expression on Tims
face, that would have amused Doug to no end, produced a disheartened moan
that escaped from the pit of Tims being.  It felt like the last coherent
sound he would ever make.

Ben laughed out loud as he bent down to see Tims mouth hanging open.  "Dude,
get in there.  The guy is so pumped to empty your nuts that he's starting to
moan!"

Billy jerked his rock hard cock a couple of times and then took aim at the
wet mouth in front of him.  "Here ya go fag.  Suck it good 'cause it ain't
coming out of your mouth until I dump my load!"

His mind completely blank, Tim didn't even register that Billys hard cock
was sliding into his mouth.  He didn't close his lips or move his tongue as
the shaft stretched his mouth wider.

"Fuck Ben, this fag isn't doin' anything.  No lips, no tongue.
WHAT....THE....FUCK....is goin' on here?!?!"  Billy let out a loud growl of
frustration.  "Listen fag, if you dont start sucking, I am gonna jam my
shaft down your throat til you cant breath!!  Maybe then you will be a bit
more accomodating!!!"

Tim still did not move as the cock lay on his tongue.  The panic he had felt
just moments ago, at the thought of his peers using him, had completely
paralyzed him.

"Ok fucker, don't say I didn't warn ya!"  Billy jammed his cock forward and
plugged Tims throat, hoping that would get the cocksuckers attention.
Unfortunately he was completely unaware that this cocksucker was just too
overwhelmed to respond.

Tim didn't even realize that he couldn't breathe.  All he felt was shock as
he became lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.  The booth in front of him
started to shimmer before slowly going dark.  He could hear Billy yelling
out his orders to suck but they became more faint until it sounded like it
was a hundred miles away.  Soon it was dark. And quiet.  Very quiet.  No
fear anymore.  The fear was gone.

Tim slowly opened his eyes and started at the bright light.  Covering his
face, he looked up and saw the sun shining down on him.  He could feel and
smell cool grass underneath him.  His eyes adjust to the bright midday sun
and he sees the wide expanse of blue sky above him. Not a cloud in sight.
The sunlight warmed his skin as he stopped to listen to all the activity
going on around him. A voice behind Tim caused him to jerk up, twist around
and stare in shock directly at.....his mom.

"Hey honey, did you fall asleep?

Tim nodded his head. The stunned look on his face getting a laugh out of his
mother.

"You silly kid, your gonna get a sunburn if you don't get out of the sun.
There are plenty of trees around here for you to nap under."

His mother, Laura, beamed a wonderful, maternal smile that Tim found alien.
He hadn't seen that expression for a long time considering the crap he has
put her through over the years.  Guilt tugged at Tims gut as she continued
talking.

"Well get your behind in gear.  We have a nice spread on the picnic tables
over there and it isn't going to last long with the whole family here." That
said she turned and walked back to a large group of women discussing
recipes, weight loss and the ravenous looks the food was getting from most
of the Rush family menfolk.

Tim slowly got up and stretched his muscles.  He was surprised how much he
ached since he couldn't have been asleep for long.  He looked down at his
arms and saw a light red tint under his tan which meant that he had indeed
stayed in the sun too long.  He decided he better get some sunscreen on as
soon as possible before eating or it would get even worse.  As he walked, he
noticed how strange his pants felt, almost like they didn't fit right.  He
looked down and gasped as he saw the VERY low riding jeans practically
painted onto his form.  The bulge off to the left of the crotch seam brought
a flush to his face that he didn't have to see, he could feel it.  He also
noticed that the black, short sleeve shirt he was wearing only went down to
just under his pecs, leaving his torso and upper crotch completely exposed.
He looked up in panic to see if anyone had noticed his attire but apparently
it concerned no one at the Rush family gathering.  Two of his cousins, Mac
and Karen, even walked by him and said Hi and asked how he was doing.  Tim
noticed no strange looks from them, no disgust.  It was as if he were
dressed normally.

"This is too fuckin' weird" Tim thought as his panic slowly receded.

He continued torwards the house in search of sunscreen.  He was pretty sure
they had some in the downstairs bathroom.  Along the way he passed his Uncle
Dale and Aunt Sarah who were surrounded by their 4 grandkids.  Idle chat
ensued about school, home, friends and such til Tim managed to get away and
move on to the patio sliding glass door.  Again he noticed that no one
considered his attire unacceptable.

As he walked up he saw his reflection in the glass.  The awning over the
door shaded his features but left the rest of him in full view.  He had
never seen his body looking so hot.  He wasn't sure what inspired him to
dress this way but he decided that it was a look he would have to think
about keeping. His abs were tight and defined and were bookended by very
well developed fuck muscles above his exposed hips.  As he admired himself,
he could feel his cock hardening and slowly expanding torwards his left hip.
  He blushed immediately when he saw his Grandma Ruth coming out of the
house with a huge platter of ribs to be barbequed.  He waited for her to
chastise him about his clothes but all she said was "Hi baby boy, ya
hungry?" and ruffled the hair on his head.  No mention of his jeans, shirt
or the large bulge that threatened to rip through the denim of his pants.
Again Tim shook his head in wonder and walked into the house torwards the
bathroom.

Just as he reached the bathroom door, it jerked open.  Surprised, he stopped
dead in his tracks  as a scream pierced the air.

His 16year old third cousin Tara started laughing, her hand pressed to her
ample chest.  "Oh my god, Tim.  You scared me to death!"  She kept laughing
as she grabbed his arm in a tight grip.  "Don't ever do that to me again!!"

Tim blushed a bit as he began laughing along with Tara.  He had always
thought she was hot but in the year since he had last saw her she had become
even more attractive.  She stood about 5'3" tall with long brownish/blond
curly hair that draped over her almost over developed tits.  The only thing
that balanced her out was her hips which curved out from her trim waistline.
  The tight demin shorts and pink tank top made her figure even more eye
popping.  Tim could feel his cock start to expand again in his jeans.

"Sorry Tara, I was just coming in for some sunscreen.  I didn't realize
anyone else was in the house."  Tim shifted a bit, trying to adjust the
bulge without drawing any attention to it.  The  blush on his face bringing
a sly smile to his cousins full lips.

"Don't worry Timmy, I always like it when I run into you."  Tara lightly ran
her hand down Tims arm as she brushed past him.  She kept eye contact with
him as she moved torward the sliding glass door. "I'll see you outside.  We
can talk more about "running into" each other, ok?"

The lilt to her voice screamed sex to Tim.  He couldn't believe after all
these years that Tara was actually coming on to him, paying attention to
him.  Up to this point she would just smile demurely whenever she caught him
staring at her and now here she was practically offering herself....no
scratch that, THROWING herself at him.  Tims cock was rock hard and when he
looked down he could see how obscene a bulge it made in his pants.  He
looked around and seeing no one, he stepped quickly into the bathroom and
locked the door.

Tim leaned against the door and tried to slow his breathing.  He couldn't
figure out why he was so overwhelmed.  He thought he had developed more
control over himself whenever Tara was around.  He had done this so as to
not make a fool of himself in front of her or the rest of his family.
Feeling the slight pain of his rock hard cock in the low ride jeans made it
clear that he was wrong, he had no control at all.

After a few more deep breaths Tim pushed away from the door and stepped over
to the cabinet next to the sink.  As he was searching for the sunscreen he
caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror.  What he saw stopped him
cold.  Outside he couldnt see his face but in the well lit bathroom his
image was crystal clear.  He was shocked at his reflection as the image
didn't look like him at all. His short brown hair was now blond and longer,
just past his shirt collar in back with bangs hanging over his eyes.  He
also noticed that his lips seemed fuller, poutier with a bee stung look he
liked so well on women.

He scanned his body and saw more details in the clothes he was wearing.  The
short waisted black shirt had white trim around the collar and sleeves with
two white stripes running down each arm.  The jeans are a very light blue
and rode lower than he had first realized.  He could actually see a bit of
pubic hair just above the waist.  He slowly turned around and saw that if he
moved too much or bent over, the top of his asscrack was also visible.

He shook his head and in a whisper said to himself, "This.......is just too
fuckin' weird."

Tim moved back over to the cabinet and found the sunscreen, flicked open the
top and applied it to his exposed skin.  After he was covered and protected
he decided to head back out the the back yard.  He realized how hungry he
was and wanted to get to the food before it was devoured by his family.

He walked to the patio door and watched everyone milling around.  Most of
the adults were eating as the younger kids ran around like hyperactive
freaks.  Most of his cousins around his age were still in or around the
pool.  He walked out and headed over to the three huge tables that were
filled with a wide array of food. Family and family friends, milling around
and serving themselves, were saying hi to Tim and asking how he had been.
Tim was sociable and filled everyone in on school, home, etc before they
finished loading up and went to find a seat.  Tim decided to go out by the
back corner of the yard and sit on a outcropping of large rocks.  Behind him
were the woods that covered the rest of the 10 acres his parents owned.

While filling himself up on barbeque ribs, corn on the cob and two rolls,
Tim scanned the large gathering that overran the large back yard.  Just
about every member of his family was there along with their boyfriends,
girlfriends, spouses, children, etc.  His roaming eyes stopped on Tara.  Tim
couldn't believe how she had filled out in the short time since he last saw
her.  He watched as one of his young nephews ran between her legs, tripping
her, which caused her overdeveloped tits to bounce inside her tank top.  The
immediate reaction to seeing this was a growing tightness in his jeans and a
tingle in his nuts.

He continued watching his cousin as she laughed, turned and walked to the
corner of the house.  She leaned up against the stucco exterior and seemed
to be talking to someone.  Even from his distant vantage point, Tim could
see a dark hand reach out to her waist, run slowly up her side and finally
over her right breast, caressing her.  Tim couldn't see who it was touching
Tara but a pang of jealousy flashed through his gut as his face flushed with
anger.

Tim continued watching and soon thought less of the strangers hand and more
about her maturing form.  The large breasts, the trim waist, the curve of
her ass which blended down into two of the shapeliest legs he had ever seen.

Tim wasn't aware of it but his hand had slowly crept down and started to
massage the large lump his half hard cock made in his jeans.  Soon a small
dark spot seeped thru the denim material as his hand continued to rub back
and forth.  Just as a fantasy image of Tara looking up at him while on her
knees in front of him ran through his head the dark figure standing next to
her stepped out and looked directly at him.  At this distance he couldn't
actually see the strangers eyes, but somehow he knew that he was the focus
of the mans stare.  Tims cock went rock hard as the image in his head
changed startlingly into one of Tim on his knees in front of this black man
he had never seen before.  The image included the mans hard cock aimed at
Tims pouty lips.  He gasped at the intruding thought as his cock squeezed
out a thick pump of precum causing the dark patch in his jeans to grow
dramatically.

The man that caught his eye was african american, about 6' tall, with a nice
build in a tshirt and loose, silky gray shorts.  Tim had no idea who he was
or why he was with Tara but he was definitely a very handsome guy, almost
too handsome.  Tim, slackjawed with shock, could not look away and saw the
man give him a evil grin.  With a flush to his face, Tim jerked his head
down and went back to eating what was on his plate.  He thought of
everything he could to get the image of being on his knees in front of this
mystery man out of his head.

After he finished and set his plate aside, Tim leaned back into the shade
that was slowly creeping over him.  The sun of the early afternoon was
moving past the nearby treeline and slowly darkening his corner of the well
landscaped back yard.  He was determined not to look up or he surely would
catch the mans gaze again and be caught like a deer in headlights.

Tim closed his eyes and listen to the chatter of his family and the wind
blowing high in the trees.  Just as he started to relax he heard someone
walk up to him.  He slowly lifted his head and saw the man he was looking at
earlier standing just 5 feet away.

"Hey, you must be Tim.  I'm Daniel, Taras boyfriend.  I saw ya looking at me
and thought I would come over and introduce myself."  Daniel extended his
hand which Tim reached up and shook.

Tim noticed the guys grip and how he had held on a bit too long before
finally pulling his hand back.  He figured the guy was 17, maybe 18.  Tim
felt a pang of jealousy to find that this guy was definitely involved with
his hot looking cousin.  As he fumed, he watched Dan turn and lean back
against the tree closest to Tim.

Dans gaze scanned the back yard of the Rush home as he continued talking.
"Nice day today,  good day for a family reunion."  He turned and looked at
Tim.  "So why are you all the way back here?  Don't you get along with your
family?"

Tim shook his head and stuttered a bit before responding.
"Uh......um......no......no, its not that.  I am just kind of out of it
today and not really in the mood.  Figured I would stay out of the way and
just make a random appearance to keep my parents happy."

The conversation continued, each new topic a bit more moronic and useless as
it went on.  Tim was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable when all of the
sudden out of the corner of his eye he saw Dan rubbing his crotch.  Tim was
shocked and couldn't help looking as the bulge in the silky material
continued to grow under the black mans hand.  A few minutes later Dan turned
and flashed that evil grin again as he stared directly at Tim.  With a smirk
on his face, Dan gave a condecending up and down look to check out Tim
before nodding his head torwards the woods.  Tim had no idea what to think,
what to do or how to react.  He just continued to stare back in shock.

Dan scanned the yard to make sure no one was looking before pushing away
from the tree and walking back into the woods.  Tim watched him go as his
mind was racing.  He looked back at the family gathering to see if anyone
was watching and then back into the trees to see Dan slip out of sight.
Questions raced through his mind as he tried to figure out what to do.  A
crunch of pine needles brought his attention back to the woods.  He saw Dan
standing there, his hand on his crotch and a thick bulge running down the
left leg of his shorts.  Tim checked one more time to see if anyone was
watching before getting up and walking torward the trees.  He wasn't sure
why but but he felt like he had to go, like he had no say or choice in the
matter.  Almost like he was not in control of his own actions and that
feeling made his stomach lurch as he made his way through the trees.  He saw
Dan turn and walk further into the woods.  Tim followed.

In a small clearing, Tim saw that Dan had stopped and turned around.  He
walked up to him and immediately felt the black guys hands grab his ass and
grope his crotch.  Tim felt his cock expand and bulge in his jeans.  After a
few minutes he felt Dan slowly push him down on his knees.  Tim could see
the hard cock pressing against the flimsy material but wasn't sure what to
do. The guy took care of that as he pulled the waistband of his shorts down
and hooked them under his balls.   Tim looked up at the guy then down to
look at the thick 7 inch black cock aimed at his mouth.

"Go on baby." Dan said in a husky voice.  "I know your wanting that cock.
Could tell the minute I saw you that you were a pussyboy cumdump in search
of a load.  Well here it is.  All ya gotta do is work on my cock and I will
feed ya what you need.  C'mon, get to it!"

Tim was at a loss at what to do so he just stared at the thick black cock.
Eventually he grabbed the shaft and tentatively started licking up and down
the sides and along the full vein underneath.  Dan didn't seem to have much
use for this as he pushed his cock into Tims mouth and started fucking.  Dan
grabbed Tims head and kept thrusting, causing him to gag.  Tim tried to pull
back but the grip on his head was fierce and he couldn't get away.  As the
abuse continued Tim heard someone walking torwards them.  He panicked and
tried desperately to get away from the thrusting cock but Dan held on tight
and buried his cock down his throat.  Tim looked over and his face went
ashen.  It was his Uncle Dale, standing there stroking his cock as he
watched Dan abuse Tims mouth and throat.

Tim tried again to get away, moaning and gurgling on the thick black shaft
but Dan held firm.  He struggled again, so much so that he started pounding
his fists into Dans thighs.  After the third punch he felt hands grab his
wrists and pull his arms behind his back.  His uncle held his arms and
continued to watch his nephew get face fucked.

"You just suck that cock, you little cunt.  I wanna see this black fucker
pound his load down your throat and I ain't gonna let you get in the way of
that."

Tim was held firmly as his uncle watched Dans slick black cock fuck faster
and faster into his mouth.  He knew there was nothing he could do, that this
wouldn't be over until Dan was done using him.  Whatever happens afterward
was not even a issue, Tim just wanted this to be over as soon as possible.

Tim heard Dan start breathing harder.  The black cock in his mouth expanded,
stretching his lips almost painfully.  The fat head plugged Tims throat on
every thrust.  It was getting harder to breath as Dan started rabbit fucking
his face and Tim wasnt sure he would make it to the end.  He started to get
light headed as he heard Dan moan over and over, each time a bit louder.
His uncle was breathing hard in his ear as he watched the action.

"Here it comes bitch!  It's almost time to eat a thick load of mancum.  I
wanna see you take it all, slut!!  Right from the tap!"  Dale was almost
shouting in his ear while at the same time tightening his grip on Tims arms.

Tim felt Dan yank his head down on his hard cock for repeated long, deep
thrusts until finally shoving every inch down Tims throat.  A loud yell
echoed in the trees as Dans thick cockhead grew larger and began to spit out
shot after shot of thick cum directly into Tims gut.

"Oh yeah." Dale moaned as he watched his nephew being fed. "Swallow that
down fag boy.  Don't you waste a drop!"

After the fourth thick spurt of cum, Dan pulled back and let the last shots
fill Tims mouth.  Each spurt was followed by a loud grunt until his balls
were finally done.  Though he was sicked by what he had just done, Tim was
glad it was over.  Or so he thought.  Dans grip tighted as he pushed most of
his cock back into Tims mouth.

"I can feel my load in your mouth.  You swallow that down and get ready
'cause we aren't done yet. I've got another for you so you just keep sucking
and running your tongue along my dick, bitch!  It won't be too long 'til I
feed ya again!"

A defeated groan escaped from Tim as he resigned himself to his fate.  With
Dans tight grip on his head and his Uncle Dale holding his arms behind him,
Tim knew there was no way out of this situation until these men were done
with him.  He swallowed the rest of Dans load and then started sucking the
cock back to hardness while trying to move his tongue around as ordered.
The grip on his head lessened which meant that this time he was gonna be the
active participant.  The first time was a full on face fuck but this time
Dan apparently expected Tim to actually suck the next load out of his
bloated balls.

Panting, Dan continued issuing orders.  "Keep sucking, cumwhore.
Faster........ faster..... c'mon, work that load out of me.  I'm not leavin
here 'til you have two fuckin loads of my cum sloshin around inside of you,
so get to work!!"

Faster and faster he sucked as Dan and Dale spurred him on.  Tim heard them
calling him every lowlife name they could think of as the abuse of his mouth
and throat continued.  Ten minutes later Tim could again feel the signs that
he would soon be force fed another thick load of mancum.  Grunts echoed
above him as Dans cock expanded, flexing and pulsing as it prepared to add
to the already large deposit in tims gut.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHhhhhhh, fuck yeah....... yeah! Take it you cunt! Eat
that load...... eat it, swallow it down........ oh fuck.... fuck!!"

This second load, easily as big as the first, shot out like a cannon against
the back of Tims throat.  Tim reflexively swallowed down the first blast and
let the next five fill up his mouth.

Looking up, Tim saw Dan with a sheen of sweat on his face and a evil grin
marring his handsome features.  The smile became a sneer.

"Suck it down, bitch.  Eat that load."

Tim felt Dan pull his cock out until only the head was wrapped by his lips.
Tim swallowed the large pool of cum, the nutty flavor assaulting his
tastebuds as the thick fluid went down his throat.  He watched Dan wrap his
hand around the shaft and stroke out a few more drops before finally pulling
out.  When he did, Tim saw a thick strand of bubbly cum stretch from his
mouth to the slowly shrinking cock in front of him.

"You lean forward and suck that cum back into your mouth, boy" Dale said as
he held firm to Tims arms. "I told you not to waste a drop."

Tim sobbed, unable to figure out what the hell was going on here.  Knowing
he had no choice, he opened his mouth and manuvered the dangling strand of
cum into his mouth followed by licking up what was left on Dans cockhead.

Dale chuckled in his ear.  "That a good little cumdump.  I knew you could do
it!"

Tim watched as Dan stepped back and pulled his shorts back up over his now
limp cock.

"Ya did good baby." Dan said with a wicked grin on his face. His grin
widened as he watched Tim swallow repeatedly to get the thick sperm down his
throat.  "Good boy.  I gotta tell ya, I haven't shot two loads that fast
since my last cocksucker moved away.  We'll have to do this again soon.  And
next time, I want a shot at that pussy hole of yours, understand?"

Tim just nodded his head.  All he wanted was for these two guys to leave him
alone.

Tim heard Dan thank Dale for his help and with a nod headed back torwards
the house.  Dale let go of Tims arms allowing him to slump forward.  He
closed his eyes and was just glad it was over.  Right now, all he wanted to
do was get into the house and to his room and just hide away.  He would have
done exactly that but apparently his uncle had other ideas.

"You didn't think you were done, did you bitch?!?"

Tim squeezed his eyes shut.  "What the fuck does he want now?" he thought.

He pushed back up onto his knees and looked at his uncle Dale.  What he saw
made him gasp.  His uncle was standing in front of him with his khaki shorts
open while stroking what looked like a thick 9 inch cock.

A grin spread across Dales face.  "Dan there was just a appetizer, this is
your main course and I have three weeks of pent up cum to feed ya.  Your
aunt Sarah never was much into sucking cock so that means you are my shot at
dumping this load.  I got enough here to fill your gut and you are gonna
suck it out of me, arentcha boy?"

Tim looked up at his uncle Dale and saw that this was gonna happen whether
he liked it or not.

"Open your mouth and get to work, bitch.  Your gonna be here a while."

TO BE CONTINUED

A quick apology to everyone for the long delay between part 6 and 7.  Alot
has been going on lately and has, as you can tell, eaten into my writing
time.  As I have said before, I have every intention of completing this
story so hang in there with me!!

I would like to thank ShaverBoy for all of his encouragement and help in
getting this latest chapter fine tuned and ready for posting.  Your a great
guy and a great friend.  Thank you. (btw, I loved the postcard!  They sure
do grow those pink flamingos big on the eastern seaboard  :)

Another quick thanks to Brian who, unknowingly to even me until I was
writing it, inspired a large portion of Timothys hallucination experience.
Brian, I hope I helped you discover a new side to yourself and that you are
having fun with your newfound "addiction"  ;)  Be safe.

To everyone else, thanks so much for the emails!!  Obviously they have
dwindled over the last several months but the occasional encouragement made
a world of difference.

C.