Date: Wed, 7 Apr 1999 22:52:14 -0700
From: danielgre@hotmail.com
Subject: Needing Tim 1 (t/t) (oral) (humil)

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations involving teenagers.  Do not
read this story if you are under 18.

NOTE: This is my first attempt at an erotic story.  Please send me your
comments.

Needing Tim-1 (t/t) (Oral) (Humil)
By danielgre@hotmail.com

Part 1: The First Time with Tim

It was the afternoon that Danny hoped would never come.  He walked into the
front door of his house after a long day at school, passing a U-Haul truck
parked in the driveway.  His nineteen-year-old brother Mike was moving out
of their parents' house, and Danny could do nothing about it.  Mike and his
high school sweetheart, Lisa, had been planning to move in together for
about a year, so Danny knew this day would eventually come.  In the months
before, Danny selfishly tried to get his brother to reconsider moving or
else take him along, but he knew neither would happen now. He was going to
miss his big brother.

Danny and Mike had a secret arrangement: the younger boy regularly sucked
off his older brother.  Danny didn't like it the first time Mike made him
do it, especially when he tasted the salty stuff that spurted into his
mouth without warning.  That was a long time ago.  Now he really liked
sucking off Mike on a nightly basis.  Mike taught him that sucking a guy's
cock was nothing to be ashamed of.

Danny confided to Mike about everything, including his fantasies about
straight guys. Mike could tell how much the boy needed sex by the way his
brother sucked him off and swallowed his cum.  Mike knew his young brother
was a shameless slut, but he didn't want to hurt the sensitive boy's
feelings by telling him so.  Mike knew he couldn't forbid the boy to have
sex with others, but didn't want some pervert to take advantage of the
fourteen-year-old kid. He wanted Danny to meet other boys his age.  He
approved of the kid's friendship with Tim, a childhood buddy and a jock at
Danny's high school.  Mike knew Danny had a crush on Tim.

Danny walked into his brother's bedroom to help with the packing.  He found
Mike sitting on the bed folding clothes. "I'm glad you're here," said Mike.
"I need to ask you something."  He folded a tee shirt and set it aside.

"What is it, Mike?" Danny asked, sitting down next to his brother.

 "I'm concerned about you," Mike said.  "I'm afraid you're going to do
something stupid and get your ass kicked."

"Why do you think I won't be able to control myself once you're gone?"

 "Because you've got it bad," said Mike.  "I hate to say this, but you're
not going to last a week without a cock in your mouth.  What are you going
to do after I'm gone?"

"I think Tim knows I want to suck his cock.  He said his girlfriend isn't
putting out for him and I told him I might be able to help him out."

"Well, I guess that's better than hanging out at the park or the bus
terminal and sucking off every scuzball that walks in the john.  Whatever
you do, make sure Tim asks you first.  If you ask to suck his dick, he
might kick your ass or tell all his friends you're a faggot.  Do you want
everybody at school to know you're a cocksucker?"

"I'd never be able to show my face at school again," said Danny, terrified
of being found out.

 Mike felt bad about scaring Danny, but it was for the kid's own good.
Mike decided to cheer the boy up.  He knew just the thing to say.

"Why don't you kneel down in front of me and wrap those wet lips around my
cock?" asked Mike.

"I thought you'd never ask," the boy said.

Danny forgot all about his troubles.  Kneeling in front of his brother, he
pulled out Mike's cock and lovingly worked every inch of it.  That's how
Danny liked it: on his knees with a stiff cock shoved down his throat.  The
taste and smell of it sent shivers through the boy's body.  His own little
penis throbbed.  The kid did all the work as Mike slouched comfortably on
the bed.  Using his tongue, Danny explored the sensitive areas that drive
his brother wild with lust. The kid was proud of his ability to bring his
brother to the brink of an orgasm without cumming.  Fifteen minutes later
the nineteen-year-old stud was ready to shoot.  At the moment Mike
climaxed, flooding the boy's mouth with streams of cum, Danny felt like he
was put on this earth to suck cock.


Mike moved out of the house that night.  The next day, Danny awoke feeling
lonely and abandoned.  He tried to pretend he was sick so he wouldn't have
to go to school, but his mother didn't believe him.  At lunchtime in the
school cafeteria, he sat alone at a table, picking at a slab of burnt
meatloaf and feeling sorry for himself.  Then Tim sat down next to him.

Tim and Danny were both sophomores at St. Viador Preparatory School for
Boys.  Like some of the other boys in their class Tim was tall and lanky,
but his good looks and superior athletic ability set him apart from the
rest of the crowd.  They grew up together and Danny could still remember
when they were both about the same size, before Tim went through puberty
and began a huge growth spurt. His shoulders broadened and facial hair
shadowed his upper lip.  Then he started buffing up when his dad bought him
a set of barbells and a bench press for his birthday. As the star of the
junior varsity basketball team, Tim worked out a lot and he seemed to like
it when Danny complimented him on his fantastic body.  Danny went to some
of the basketball games just to see Tim in his uniform.  Danny liked the
way the low cut tank top revealed his sinewy biceps and the skimpy gym
shorts hugged his beautifully curved butt.  Danny adored everything about
Tim, from the top of his strawberry blond head down to his size-ten feet.

Unlike Tim, Danny was a late bloomer.  He still had the body of a
sixth-grader.  Danny wished he could be tall and athletic like Tim, but his
hormones didn't kick in like other boys his age.  His fine, brown hair was
worn shoulder length, the way his brother liked it, leading people to
occasionally mistake him for a girl.  In the supermarket where he was a box
boy, an old lady recently called him a "cute young lady." He was
embarrassed to take a shower in gym class because of his undersized penis
and lack of pubic hair.  To make things worse, the kids in school teased
him about his long hair and immaturity.  A few weeks ago, Danny finally had
his first orgasm.  He was alone in his bedroom, daydreaming about Tim in
his sexy basketball uniform.

Tim and Danny were best friends once, but they drifted apart in high
school.  Tim lived in a dorm on campus, so he hung out mostly with the
other boarders.  He was the starting forward on the basketball team while
Danny was on the chess club.  They didn't share many common interests, but
whenever they ran into each other at school Tim was always nice to Danny.
They were both in Sister Sheila's geometry class.  Since Danny was good at
math, Tim would sometimes invite his friend over to his room for tutoring.

Danny had a huge crush on Tim.  The fact that Tim would never want him made
him even more irresistible.  Tim was Danny's dream come true: a straight
jock who's always horny.  Danny wanted to be his personal sex slave,
satisfying Tim's sexual needs when his girlfriends didn't.

"How's it going, Danny?" Tim asked.  He unloaded the contents of his lunch
tray on the table.

Danny nodded stupidly, cheeks swelled with food.  He had just stuffed his
mouth with a big bite of the disgusting meatloaf.  Tim shrugged and dug
into his meal, ignoring the boy sitting next to him while he devoured his
sandwich.  When he finished, he turned to Danny and said, "I'm having girl
problems again.  Remember when you said you could help me out?"

"Maybe," said Danny, acting coy.

"Why don't you meet me after school.  We'll go to my room and talk about
it."  Danny was thrilled by the invitation.

After school they walked to Whalen Hall, Tim's building.  They were dressed
identically in accordance with the St. Viador dress code: dark blue shorts
and white polo shirt.

They entered the building and Tim led his friend into a common area where
he grabbed two sodas from the refrigerator.  Tim flopped on a sofa and
stretched his legs.  His long legs were tanned from hours on the basketball
court at the park. Danny could see the blond hairs dusting his bare calves
and thighs.

"My girlfriend's been on the rag lately and I haven't been getting any,"
Tim said, handing his friend a cold can.

"What can I do about that?"  Danny asked.  He took a sip of icy liquid.

Tim crossed his outstretched legs, rearranging himself to free his balls.
When he looked away, Danny noticed the faint outline of his cock resting
under his tenting shorts.

"We could go upstairs and jack off together," said Tim. "I get tired of
beating my own meat all the time."

Danny's heart pounded with excitement.  Danny wanted to worship Tim's large
endowment and low hanging balls.  He had spied Tim's naked body many times
in the locker room.  His undersized penis stirred.  In all the years of
their friendship, they had never done anything like that.  Danny tried to
act cool, but he wanted to grab Tim's cock and make love to it.

"Come on, Danny," Tim pleaded.  "My roommate left school to move back home
with his parents.  You have me all to yourself."  Tim jumped up, grabbed
Danny's arm, and yanked him off the chair.

Danny followed Tim's perfectly round butt upstairs.  The shorts worked into
his ass crack as he climbed.  Danny wanted to reach out and caress the
flexing buns.

 "I don't know about this, Tim," said Danny when they reached the room.
"To be honest, I'm really shy about my body.  You better not laugh at me."

"Don't worry," said Tim, bolting the door shut.  "I won't laugh.  Anyway,
I've seen you naked in the locker room, so I already know you have a little
weenie," he said, chuckling.  "If it makes you feel better, I won't even
look at you there."

Tim stripped off his shorts and white boxers, exposing his eight-inch cock.
The shiny head was emerging from its hood of foreskin.  He dove onto the
bed and pulled up his shirt to reveal a hairless chest.  He stroked his
hardening dick a couple of times and let go, causing it to snap back and
slap against his tight stomach.

Breathless, Danny averted his eyes from Tim's obscenely thick cock.  He
turned his back to the young stud and pulled down his shorts.

"Hurry up, Danny.  First one to cum wins."

Danny lay down on the bed alongside his friend.  He was nervous, but with
Tim taking the initiative he felt relatively safe.  Tim absently elbowed
him while he stroked himself.

"You wanna touch it?" asked Tim, pointing his cock toward the boy.

"Do you really want me to?" Danny asked.

"Yes, Danny.  Just do your friend a favor and stroke it for me."

Danny sat up and touched the jock's throbbing cock.  It twitched.  He
grabbed it around the shaft and felt the thickness of it tapering out to a
huge, reddened head.  Seeing Tim's stiff cock was a dream come true.  He
was in awe of its size compared to his own pathetic member.

"Stroke it," Tim said.  Danny moved his hand up and down.  "That feels so
good, buddy.  Don't stop," he said.

"Go a little faster," Tim ordered as he thrust his hips upward to meet the
boy's downward stroke.  When Danny leaned over to get a better angle, Tim
reached around and gently pushed the boy's head downward.  Tim's cock was
inches from Danny's lips.

"Go for it, Danny," he whispered.  "You know you want it."

Did Tim know he wanted this more than anything in the world? Danny wanted
the uncircumsized cock in his mouth, that's for sure, but he was afraid of
the consequences.  He didn't want Tim to call him a fag.  He remembered his
brother's advice.  "How will he treat me afterward?" Danny thought.  Tim
continued to put pressure on the back of the boy's head.  Danny tried to
hold back.

At first, Tim wasn't sure if he could get Danny to suck his cock.  Now he
knew that it was going to be easy.  He knew that look.  The kid was
practically begging him for it with his eyes.  It was the same way his
roommate, Alvin, used to look at his cock before going down on him.  All he
had to do was wave his thick meat in front of Alvin's nose to get him all
hot and bothered and then wait for the faggot to drop to his knees, begging
to suck it.  Tim decided that Danny needed just a little coaxing to get
those pouting lips wrapped around his cock.

"Don't fight your urges, Danny," Tim said calmly.  "Just give in and lick
the head."

A bead of precum oozed from the tip.  The smell of teen cock filled Danny's
nostrils.  He could resist no more.  He licked the head and tasted the
salty liquid.  His tongue bathed the shaft with saliva.  There was no
holding back.

"That feels so good, Danny.  Lick my balls for me."  Danny tasted the sweat
as his tongue glided over his balls.  He buried his face in the athlete's
crotch.  Tim rubbed his cock against Danny's hairless cheeks.  Danny was
ashamed of himself for submitting to Tim's demands so eagerly.

"You're doing great, Danny, now wrap your lips around the head of my dick."

"That's good, now open wide and take my cock into your mouth."  Danny's
mouth stretched wide to accept the bulbous head.  Tim's cock was in his
mouth.  "What a queer," Tim thought to himself.  Danny couldn't believe
what he was doing.

Neither could Tim.  He couldn't understand how a guy could degrade himself
that way. Nothing could be more humiliating to a guy than sucking another
guy's cock.  It sure felt great, though.  As long as the cocksucker was
doing a good job, he wasn't going to object.

"You like it, don't you?" Tim asked.  Danny craved the cock. Quickly his
inhibitions disappeared as lust overcame him.

"Mmm."  It was all he could manage with his mouth full.

"Bob your head up and down on it," said Tim.  'That's it.  Let it slide
down your throat."  In his excitement, Danny tried to take it all down his
throat, causing him to choke and pull back.  Tim's cock was much bigger
than Mike's.

"Relax, Danny."  Playfully, Tim grabbed the boy's head and mussed up his
long, brown hair.

Tim lay back on the pillow and gripped his hands behind his neck, like he
was about to do sit-ups.  Danny lowered his head down to accept the cock,
placing one hand lightly on Tim's rippled abs and the other between Tim's
legs for balance.

"Rub my stomach while you suck my cock.  That's it."  Danny's lips formed a
tight ring to avoid scraping with his teeth. He was able to take more
without gagging.  His tongue worked the sensitive region on the underside
of the penis, then glided up and down the length of the shaft.

"Have you ever done this before to a guy?"  Tim asked.  He already knew the
answer.  This was the best blowjob he ever received, but it wasn't the
first.  He knew Danny had to suck a lot of dick to get that good.  He
recognized Danny for the cock slut he was.  Danny was better than his
girlfriend, who tried it once.  She kissed it a few times and smeared it
with lipstick before she got tired.  Danny was even better than Alvin.

Danny shook his head.  "What a liar!" he thought to himself.  He wasn't
about to admit that he had been orally satisfying his older brother for
several years.  He pulled off for a moment to catch his breath.

"It's just that you really seem to know what you're doing," said Tim, his
face expressionless as he sat up.

 "We're going to change positions now," Tim said.  "I want to be on top."
He steered Danny into position below, so that his knees straddled Danny's
ribs, his erect dick swinging in front of the boy's face.

"I want the whole thing in your mouth, Danny.  Then I'll know you really
want to satisfy me.  Do you think you can do that for me?"  His rigid prong
rested on the boy's moist lips.  Danny opened wide as Tim eased into his
hungry mouth.  Finally Danny's throat was relaxed.  The full length of
Tim's cock impaled him.

Tim thrust deep down the kid's windpipe and pulled out, rubbing his
spit-slicked penis all over the boy's flushed cheeks.  He traced the head
around Danny's lips and plunged back in.  The face fucking continued for
several minutes as he increased the tempo.  His low-hanging balls, sticky
from sweat and saliva, slapped against the boy's chin. It sounded like
adhesive tape being stripped from a smooth surface.  He looked down at the
boy's saliva-streaked face and saw those dark-brown, pleading eyes looking
back at him, begging him to cum.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth, boy?"  asked Tim.  Danny nodded,
mouth engorged with cock.

Danny could feel the shaft expanding as he sucked Tim's cock.  "I'm getting
close, Danny."  In a final thrust, Tim's penis glided all the way down the
kid's throat.  Tim's balls nuzzled his chin while his nose buried in Tim's
pubes.

"I'm cumming."  Jets of warm liquid sprayed the back of Danny's throat and
filled his mouth as Tim partially withdrew, perching the cockhead firmly on
the boy's tongue.  Danny's lips clamped around his friend's potent rod,
trapping the gobs of semen that spewed out.  Danny tried to swallow all of
it but trickles of creamy fluid dribbled out of the corner of his mouth.
Pumped dry, Tim slowly withdrew his cock and let it dangle lewdly above the
cocksucker.

"That was a great blowjob," Tim said, as he jumped off the bed and padded
bottomless into the walk-in closet.  Danny watched his well-rounded ass
muscles flex as he turned and disappeared.

"We'll have to do this again, sometime," said Tim, returning from the
closet with a towel.  His dong flopped from side to side as he approached.
He made a point to stand directly in front of the kid's face as he wiped
the wetness from his still bloated cock.  He was proud of himself and
wanted to make sure the boy saw every inch of his perfection.  He got a
kick out of making the boy squirm with lust and desire.  He knew the boy
was still horny and hoping for seconds.  A few moments later, he turned and
quickly dressed, figuring he had teased the boy enough for now.

"Dinner is being served in the cafeteria," Tim said.  "I have to get
going."  Danny's throbbing dick was begging to be jacked off, but he took
the hint and put on his clothes.

"Do you want me to come over tomorrow?" Danny asked, using his hand to wipe
the trickle of Tim's cum off the side of his face.

"I don't know.  We'll see," Tim said.  Once he got his rocks off, Tim
didn't want to be bothered by Danny anymore.  He just wanted the kid to
leave so he could go eat.

"Maybe we can talk about it at school tomorrow," Danny said, hopefully.

"Yeah.  Whatever.  You better go now."

Danny left the dorm still dazed by what had happened.  He caught the bus
and settled in for the forty-five minute ride home.  A passenger across the
aisle looked him over suspiciously.  Could she see the yellow cum stains on
his white shirt?  He didn't care. The events of the afternoon replayed over
and over in his mind.  When he arrived home, he went to his bedroom, locked
the door, and furiously jacked himself off.

Continued in part 2

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