Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2017 12:08:21 +0000
From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com
Subject: Timmy, a short story.

Timmy
By Peter Pumpkin Eater.

Timmy is a short story about my meeting a wonderful young man. Included are
references to Gay sex between a man and a boy (all be it of legal age
HERE). If it is illegal for you to read this where you are, because of
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Timmy

As you may know, I write stories on Nifty, and as some of you have
discovered some of those stories contain elements of fact. Many of the
locations are real, and anyone who knows my home town is likely to
recognize places I mention, or describe! As an author I thrive on feedback,
if you don't tell me what you think, what you feel when you read my
jottings, how can I know how to 'hit the spot'?

It finally happened, someone emailed me telling me that he had worked out
where I'm from. Right from the get go I was worried about entrapment,
something the police here are allowed to do. So when Tim emailed me, and
told me his age, and location, I had a long hard think. Thing is Tim
assured me in his emails the he is 17, within the 'legal age' where I live!

I debated for a while as to whether I should even reply, but could find no
reasons not to. Tim claimed in his emails to be legal, he even sent me a
scan of his drivers license, confirming his age! Since the license was for
a car, I knew he had to be at least 17.

In the end my little head won out, and I agreed to meet him. We decided to
meet for a quiet meal, at a local hostelry and simply have a chat. I had
seen the photo in his drivers license, but the didn't prepare me for the
real Tim. He looks no more than 13 or 14, though his attitude and
conversation is more that of an educated 40 something guy! We had a long
and deep talk about Nifty, being Gay today, as against being a queer when I
was his age. Without realizing it we talked for several hours, the
resturant finally chucking us out shortly before midnight! I was slightly
worried as he lives at home with his parents, and I was not sure how they
would react to my keeping him out that late!

I assumed that I would just be dropping him off, but he insisted that I
should come in, for one last coffee. When I saw his parents waiting in the
lounge I got the feeling it would be 'one last coffee' before dad bumped me
off, or at the very least set the police on me! How wrong can one be? Tim
introduced me as his 'date' and his Mum came to me and offered me a hug,
not the reaction I expected! Dad shook my hand and we sat to talk, while
Tim put on coffee.

It was a bit awkward at first but Tim managed to relax us all. His parents
are fine with his sexuality, and with him seeing older men; "It's not for
us to tell him how to live his life, just to be there to pick up the
pieces!"

I ended up asking Tim how he saw the two of us, and he said "friends with
benefits" for now! When "Mum and Dad" heard that had I lost my wife last
year they were really nice, and seemed to relax a bit. The subject of how
we first met came up, and I was crapping myself again, a writer of what is
technically child porn may not be the ideal man to be taking out their
son. Tim told then the truth, and that I wrote the story about the boy and
the canal boats. (The World can turn Upside Down). "Dad" grinned and said
he had enjoyed reading it, and asked how much was fiction. I ended up
telling my life story, which caused a lot of tears, but I ended up spending
the night! (Separate rooms at MY insistence though) Tim moaned but his dad
told him, if he was dating a girl and she slept with him on the first date,
she would be seen as a slut, "both of you are far better than that!" so I
guess things are looking up. Will it last? I don't know, I kind of hope so,
but he is still too young to make a commitment, so I'll take it as it cums,
(pun intended).

Tim, like me, is uncut, and unlike me, takes care of his diet... he told me
that since certain foods can be tasted in a guys cum, he avoids curry and
such like before a "date". The last man he dated used him, and even took
photo's and sold them online, so he needed some hugs and confidence
building too. he asked me if I would write about our relationship, but
initially I told him no, not until we both agreed that it was right,
however as you see that changed.

I know that in gay relationships the line between being in Love and in Lust
is a fine one, but I have a feeling that we are more love than lust. We
were officially meant to be meeting on the following Saturday but his Mum
told me to be there at the house for 6 that evening ,Valentines Day, before
he got home from work, and that she would have his favorite meal cooked for
him. His parents had planned to go out for a romantic Valentines dinner so
it'd be just the 2 of us with candles and wine... if I were to drink then
I'd have to sleep over again... Damn I feel like a teen all over again! Oh
his dad is also a Gulf War vet, and told me that I shouldn't worry about my
financial difficulties, Tim is their only son, and they will do anything to
make sure he is happy, even if that means slipping his boyfriend some cash
to pay for a night out!

Later that day I was like a young teen, all worked up about my 'Hot Date' I
spent ages in the bathroom, making sure I was as ready as I could be for my
romantic rendezvous! I had not 'done' Valentines Day for many years, my
late wife agreeing that it was pointless to celebrate just one night, our
love lasted us the whole year!

About 14.30 I got a call from an unknown number; Tony, Tim's dad. He told
me after his next comment that the phone was glowing red, from my blushes!
Why? He had rung to assure me that they would be in the hotel all night,
and that WE would have no disturbances alkl night! Then came the bombshell,

"By the way Peter" he told me, "We have left a paper bag on the kitchen
table, in it are flavoured lube and several different types of
condom. Please use them, Tim has had other partners, as I guess you may
well have had, and there is no point in risking everything for the sake of
a rubber! Yes my blushes must have looked for all the world like an early
sunset!"

Julie, Tim's mum, was pissing herself laughing in the background! You might
be surprised to read that, on the whole, I'm a very private person. I did,
however, mention Tim, and our dates, to another Nifty author, who's
messages were keeping me sane! This is a VERY important point in the story.

What I don't get is, I'm an ugly, overweight old fart, what the hell does a
cute as hell barely legal 17 year old see in me? He could have any guy, or
girl, he chooses, but no, he wanted to see me! I sent Tim a text to ask if
he had plans for Valentines.

"Srry hav 2 house sit for 'rents, they off for annual dirty night out! I'd
ask you rnd but not sure how oldies would react if I invited u without
askin!"

Good job it was text and not voice, my laughter would have given it away! I
decided to ride there on my bike, a Honda Pan European 1100, so that Tim
would not see my car, and spoil the surprise. I arrived at about 17.30 and
Tony and Julie showed me where everything was kept. The dinning room was
perfect, and dinner, Spaghetti Carbonara, was ready to serve. A large
bottle of an Italian sweet Spumante was on ice, and I had strict
instructions NOT to drive home, regardless.

When Tim got home the surprise was perfect, and I led him to the table and
served our romantic dinner. He was rubbing my cock with his foot while we
ate, but was behaving as if we were in a restaurant, and doing it sort of
secretly. After dinner he took me to their hot tub, it's minus 2 outside,
but we had a great time in the tub. He is so gentle and stretched me well
before he took me...my only regret is, having had 2 orgasm's while he made
love to me, I couldn't 'get it up' to fulfill his wish for me to return the
favor! He fell asleep pretty quickly, and I decided maybe I could give him
what he wants before we have to get up. I AM in LOVE. Fuck knows how I am
going to explain this to my sons, the younger one will be OK, but my older
one is going to go schizo!

Fucks sakes Tim is younger than either of my boys, oh well, I'll find a
way. Tim agreed to help me write this, though we agreed that it will be
slightly fictionalized, if only to make sure it throws people off the
scent, who might otherwise try to identify us! Anyway my bed was calling
me, and something hard and dripping led the way! (I had the paramedics on
speed dial, in case it's all too much for me, if it is then all I can say
is, 'what a way to go' tonight was the best night of my sick and sordid
life, by a long shot... I still don't know what he could possibly see in
me.. 'Ours is not to reason why, ours is but to do or die!')

I honestly thought that my life was over. Tim was standing behind me as I
sent a last email to my author friend, and we had a fight, well no not a
fight, he chewed me out big time, and I had to agree, it was in may
respects pretty mean of me to write about him like that. As I had been
drinking he would not let me drive home, but I was back in the guest
room... At some stage I must have got off to sleep as his mum woke me with
a coffee at about 10 in the morning. Tim was so upset that he had taken a
sick day off work. 'Mum' took me in the kitchen and asked what the hell had
happened, I kept a close eye on the block of kitchen knives as I honestly
thought she might stab me when she found out.

I explained what had happened and I showed her the entire email exchange .

She read it all and then LAUGHED! She went and dragged Tim out of his room,
and despite the looks he tried to give me he broke my heart because I could
see his true feelings under the hurt.

"Timmy" she said (he told me he HATES it when she calls him that) "How did
you first meet Peter?"

"We met at the mama mia resturant, why?"

"No HOW did you first find out that Peter existed, before you even emailed
each other?"

"I read his stories on Nifty, Look mum, where is this going, he told that
guy all about us... I want to go back to bed!"

"Bear with me Timmy, so there are stories on Nifty, how do they get there?"

"HE writes them I guess?"

"Yes that's what Peter does, he writes, that's what attracted you to
him. You have even talked about writing about yourselves on Nifty I read?"

He was a bit confused I think, so she told him she had read all of our
emails and that if I was a painter I might paint his picture, or sing a
song about him"

I saw where she was going and added "If I was a sculptor, but then again
no!" We all burst out laughing at my Elton John impression and I asked him
to read the whole email exchange, which he did. I explained that the person
I was emailing was an author and that I felt as if this was all a dream,
and I needed to tell someone who I could trust and who didn't KNOW either
of us and was unlikely to ever meet us in the flesh!

Between us we used up the last roll of toilet paper in the house, tissues
were all long gone by then.

Then I went and spoiled it all by saying something stupid.... well no I
didn't spoil it, I told him that it was because I loved him, but could not
believe my luck that he even spoke to me let alone shared so much
more... to which his mum covered her ears and shouted TMI. Only problem now
is, having read all that I wrote, and seen the photo's in my pocket book he
realized he knows my youngest son from college.

Fuck knows how we get around THAT problem, all I know is, I want to share
as much of my life as I can with this wonderful guy. We kissed and made
out, err made up and he rang his boss to say he was feeling a lot better
and could he come in for the half day. I took him on the bike and he got a
lot of knowing looks from his work mates, he is 'OUT' at work, and had
mentioned that he had a 'hot daddy' so he told me! I was so on a high on
the way home I actually jumped a red light, in front of a cop car! The cop
knows me and my oldest son, and just gave me a warning, and then drove home
in front of me, to make sure I got back OK. He casually asked me who had
been on the back of the bike with me before, and I guess my blush must have
said it all. He just told me to be very careful, but I assured him that Tim
IS of legal age, which he looked quite relieved about. It was only then
that I noticed he has the rainbow ribbon on his lapel.

What will the future bring? Nobody knows, thank God, but Tim and I want to
make a go of it. He has met the real Sascha from my story of the same name,
but assures me he is just not into guys around his own age!

I can't imagine adding to this tale, it's too actual, and too personal.
Rest assured that Tim wants to help me write about other adventures, real
and imagined. Over Easter we plan to go to Greece together for a couple of
weeks, but without my laptop!