Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2007 16:59:10 +0000
From: tim tim <noway16@hotmail.com>
Subject: chapter 8 of tim and michel (Higschool Humiliation)

Hi guys sorry that it has been such a long time. But here is chapter 8 of
tim and michel. More of my stories can be found on my website at
www.geocities.com/timsfunplace. I have written more chapters so am planning
to update more frequently over the next few months. If you have any
comments write me at noway16@hotmail.com

Now to start off here is how chapter 7 ended:


I turned around. I looked at Brandon. "You might wonder what I am doing
here Tim. The most important thing is that I am here to apologize. I am
sorry that I was sometimes too rough on you and that I was never honest.
But ever since the first evening that you started to do stuff for me, I
started to get these dreams. They got heavier and heavier and, well, when
it all fell down and Michel and his uncle did that thing to me I got
upset. I was starting to miss our play and more and more, I though about
it, and I knew why. I am gay, Tim. I am sorry for what I did to you or when
I didn't tell you that I liked it".  He looked to me with an apologetic
look.

"Oh," I just said.

"I told Michel some time ago, and he said that I should tell you myself,
but had to wait. I think now I understand why or at least a bit of it. He
also said that I was allowed to watch you one more time if I told you. So,
I guess that is tonight. I am really sorry and hope that in the end you can
forgive me."

"Oh," I just said again.

Brandon? Gay? No, that can't be true. Not that sports hunk! I looked at him
again. Well, he definitely was hard now in his boxer brief.  There was no
mistake about that, and he was playing with it in full view of us too.

"You were too hard with me sometimes, Brandon.  You know that?"

"I know Tim, and I am sorry for that. I just hope we can be friends."

"We will see. I will probably need some time to adjust first, Brandon."

"That is fine. I hope we can talk about it later. Michel has got me one
more thing to do tonight, and I think he wants me to leave then. He wants
me to masturbate in front of you, and then leave.  So, that is what I am
going to do now."

Ok lets get on with chapter 8 now, have fun


"Masturbate, here now, in front of me." I looked at Michel and he nodded
softly.

"See it as an apology for all the things that I let happen to you without
considering your feelings," Brandon said.

I am not sure, but I think I started to drool the moment that he got his
dick out of his boxer briefs. Not only was my mouth watering, my dick was
dripping as well since I could feel a wet patch starting to develop.

Brandon started to pull on his dick, slowly at first, but he gained
momentum very quickly. I looked at him, sitting there with his eyes closed,
head backwards and his hips moving together with his hands. He was
definitely enjoying this. I could tell that.

"Sit down in front of him Tim," Michel said.

I did as I was told and was now looking straight at Brandon's fat dick.

"Keep your mouth closed but let Brandon shoots on your face."

He moved up his rhythm and a moment later I could feel the splashes of cum
hitting my face. I had closed my eyes and mouth and waited for it to
finish.

I could hear the rhythm of his breathing slowing down and I opened my
eyes. He was looking at me but before he could say anything Michel said,
"You can leave now Brandon. I will contact you on Monday, ok?"

"Hm.  Yes, Michel, that is fine."

"Good evening Tim, enjoy your self," Brandon said.

He smiled. I smiled back, still confused about his confession.

"I hope you are not to startled by all this, Tim, but he came to me himself
and asked if he could apologize. I though this was a good start. He needs
to learn still that he was totally wrong with what he did with you."

"I still can't believe he is gay can you, Michel?"

"Yea, I though he was tricking me or something the first time he told me,
but he said he really was. Come here, sit beside me."

I sat beside him on the couch. "Hmm, look at you, horny as hell with cum
all over your face."

"Can I ask you something sir?"

"Oh, you gone formal now, Tim?"

"Well, I don't know anymore.  The last hour or so you have been both master
and Michel, and that is getting a bit confusing."

"I see.  Well, you can ask me anything you want Tim."

"Can I cum sir, please? I really need to after seeing Brandon and opening
the door for him in these tanga's

"Hmm, you think you deserved that then Tim?"

"Well, I don't know.  I think you didn't want me to come this morning, so I
guess you don't want me to cum now, either."

"Come here you fool."

He pulled me closer and he kissed me hard and deeply.

"If you don't stop doing that I will spray my undies again," I said when I
had to let go for some air.

We held each other for a few more seconds, when I noticed a tear sliding
down his cheek. I kissed it away, and he responded to my gesture by placing
his mouth on top of mine and passionately kissing me, his tongue entering
my mouth and meeting mine.

"Hm, Tim, you know, you made me feel so horny.  I am so incredible proud of
you. All the things you did and each time I had so much trouble not to just
jump you".

I looked at him in surprise. "What did you expect Tim?  I never though you
would do everything I asked.  I think even Seth. didn't think you would go
for it. He though this might have been a bit too much already, so you have
made me more horny than you ever can imagine. So I think it is time we do
something about it, so let's get upstairs."

Before I could move he had me in his arms and lifted me up.  He kissed me
softly on my cheek while we walked towards his bedroom.

He gently laid me down on top of the neatly made bed, and began sliding his
hands all over my body. It surprised me that we had gone from master to
lover in a matter of seconds--and I, for one was not about to complain,
although I was not exactly sure anymore if this was still play or love
making. But who cares, I though.

I felt myself begin to grasp the comforter, twisting it around in my hands
when Michel started to suck hard on my nipples. I stared at him; He had
never been so forward in our love making I thought. He moved down my
half-naked body, letting his lips trail over my skin. He straddled me,
grinding his hips against mine and slowly ran his tongue over my nipples,
causing me to moan loudly. My cock was dripping so much that the tanga was
quickly becoming soaked. The touch of Michel's bulge on it didn't help
either.

He stopped, looked up and said, "I think it is time to have a shower
together, so get me undressed."

I didn't wait one second. My hands slowly began to work at my belt, undoing
the buckle and then the button on the jeans.  I moved his t-shirt slowly
over his head, caressing my hands over his tender body. I threw the t-shirt
on the ground and went to go back to worship his body with my hands. He
stopped me though, and looked at me with a seductive smile on his face. He
stood up, grabbed my hands and pulled me off the bed and led me to the
bathroom.

We kept kissing each other, our tongues dancing around in each others
mouths. When we reached the shower, Michel leaned over and managed to turn
on the water in the shower while I let my hands fall to the waistband of
his pants. I pulled them down, falling to my knees. Michel was looking down
at me, waiting to see what I would do next. I began to kiss his stomach,
resting my hands on his ass. Slowly, I licked down the light trail of hair
that lead down to his lower regions, and let my tongue dip into his navel
for a brief second.

"Tim," he groaned softly, as I continued to taste his skin for a few more
seconds. Then I let my teeth grasp the waistband of his boxers and quickly
pulled them over his erection and down his hips with my teeth, exposing him
to my eyes. Once I did that, Michel ran his hands down the sides of my
arms, and pulled me off the floor, meeting him at eye level. He kissed me
passionately once more, before running his hands down my sides and lifting
me up with a boyish grin on his face.  Then he pulled me into the shower.

The water hit our bodies as he pressed me against the cool tiles and placed
his mouth on top of mine in an almost desperate gesture of passion. I felt
my breathing grow ragged as I pulled my lips away from his and began to let
them trail down the side of his neck, softly kissing his shoulder.  Then,
very suddenly, I dropped to my knees. I looked up at him, only to see him
smiling down at me, attempting to control the eager look on his face.

With that I took Michel into my mouth, going slowly at first so I wouldn't
gag. I began to apply gentle pressure, slowly letting my tongue caress the
ridges as my mouth began to move up and down, all the while inhaling his
musky scent. He threw his head back, eyes closed, making my heart beat even
faster as he ran his fingers through my hair. Slight moans escaped his
beautiful mouth as I kept bringing him closer to the edge.  I ran my hands
from his ass, up his back and then to his dampened pecs, where my fingers
gently pinched his hardened nipples. Then I brought my hands back down to
his ass again where just touching his warm skin was turning me on so fast;
I prayed that I would last.

He began to thrust his hips, causing the head of his penis to move further
back into my throat. I grabbed the base of his shaft and pulled it from my
mouth a bit, so I could let my tongue lick at the dampened head. After a
few more licks, I felt the muscles in his body tense up. I ran my tongue
over the swollen head over and over, before taking the entire shaft into my
mouth once more. He began groan in ecstasy and barely spoke, "Tim, be
ready..." before he violently came in my mouth. He held on to my shoulders
for dear life as I swallowed his release. As I removed my mouth from him,
my mind whirled at what had just happened. After a few seconds, I slowly
began working my way back up to his mouth with a trail of passionate
kisses, until our lips finally met again in a frantic kiss.

To my surprise, once we parted he softly said, "My turn."  His eyes lit up
in anticipation as his hands began to run down my wet chest and found their
way to my ass. They remained there while he showered my thighs with kisses.
Then he finally lowered his mouth to my penis.  I felt his lips slowly
engulf me, as the hot water from the shower head hit our trembling
bodies. He began to tug at my balls, driving me almost insane with pleasure
as his mouth continued to suck at my hardness. His tongue ran up and down
the swollen shaft, causing my knees began to shake uncontrollably as his
fingers reached up and began to play with my hardened nipples. I was hot;
hot from what happened all day and incredible hot by the response of Michel
to it all. His tongue lapped over my head once more before I felt my body
go rigid. I grabbed onto the back of his head and I finally came in his
mouth, letting my pleasure wash over me with an excruciating groan that
echoed off the tiles. Even after I came, he continued to work his mouth up
and down my softening penis, causing an exquisite pain throughout my
body. I wanted to push him away but he didn't let go. He didn't look up. I
could feel my penis started to harden again. Much faster this time I could
feel another wave of pure pleasure making its way up my cock. "Not again,"
I thought.  My god was I was horny!  My entire body was taken over by my
hormones.  My mind was off and my balls were making themselves ready for
another jump shot.

Michel kept moving up and down, more forcefully, taking my head into his
throat. "Where had he learned that?" I though but that was pushed away fast
enough by the uncontrolled emotions of pure ecstasy I felt when my second
orgasm found its way into Michel's mouth. Now not able to control myself
anymore, I face fucked him and fed him jolts of cum. My knees where shaking
as I slowly came back to normal feelings again. Michel moved back up on his
own shaky knees, stopping to lick at my nipples before once again, meeting
my mouth.

I kissed him back, letting my tongue snake in between his soft, wet lips. I
felt more in love than I had ever felt in my life. Then, realising what I
just had done, fear kicked in. I hoped he was not mad at me for doing this.
Had our game been over?  Had I been allowed to cum?  I looked into his face
and saw him grinning at me. He wrapped his arms around my naked body.

"If it means playing with you like this always leads up to such a feast I
don't mind playing, do you? " he whispered, as his hand ran up and down my
skin. He moved the damp hair away from my face and looked into my exhausted
eyes.

"I am sorry sir. I didn't know what I was doing."

"Ssh, Tim.  This was no play, this was us making love."

"Yea, it was.  I was totally lost in what you did, Michel. I never though
you could cum twice in such a short time."

"So it felt wonderful then?" he asked while he nibbled at my earlobe. He
looked at me with a seductive expression on his face.

"Yea, it was incredible. "

"Good.  I was told love making after play would be fantastic, and I can
only agree."

"Come on, let's find our bed and relax for the rest of the evening."

For the rest of the weekend we relaxed. Not a lot about playing was said
but I sensed that we felt both at ease with it. I had an incredible orgasm
in the end, and I knew that the play had certainly lead up to that. Maybe
it would work out, I thought.

When I was ready to leave for home he looked at me and said, "Remember, you
have a new task waiting for you on Tuesday. I will tell you more about it
on Monday night when I give you a call. I expect you to have the report on
this weekend ready by the end of the week as well. You can include
Tuesday's task in that."

On the Monday at school nothing strange happened, we spent quite a lot of
time together and during lunch even Brandon got around and talked with us.

When I got home on the Monday I could feel the anticipation start again.

Around 9 o'clock, Michel called.  We had a nice talk about normal stuff,
like, we would do home work tomorrow after school at his place again. I
knew my mom and dad were ok with that.

"Ok, now before I hang, up one more thing. Tonight you are going to shave
your penis and balls.  Not your crotch area just your balls and the shaft
of your penis. Then I don't want you to wear any undies tomorrow.  Going
commando is a good idea."  He said this very slowly and I am sure he heard
my sigh loud and clear when he finished that sentence.

"After you put on your gym clothes, I want you to go the toilet
area. Brandon will go in one stall and you in the other. He will hand you
there a pair of undies to wear during gym understood?"

"Hm, yea I think so.  You really expect me to get naked before gym then?"

"Yep.  That is the clue to this task, Tim. I know you can do it and if you
are fast no one will see, unless they look on purpose, like Brandon for
example."

Damn, he shouldn't have said that.  How would I be able to stay soft now
while I was changing?

I did as asked and shaved that evening. It didn't fell too bad, even quite
soft when I got ride of the few hairs that I had.


The following day I was one of the last to enter the changing room.  I had
hoped to have gotten there first and already been in the toilet before they
were all there. I saw Brandon looking and I could feel my dick starting to
come to attention, poking against the material of my jeans.

I slowly got ride of my t-shirt, then unzipped my jeans and started to pull
them down.  I looked around.  No one was paying attention until my eyes
locked with Brandon. My dick was rock hard now, and I knew I had to be
fast. I ...

Ok more in chapter 9 which will follow soon. More of my stories can be
found on my website at www.geocities.com/timsfunplace. I have written more
chapters so am planning to update more frequently over the next few
months. If you have any comments write me at noway16@hotmail.com