Date: Sat, 29 May 1999 20:32:56 PDT
From: Daniel G <danielgre@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Needing Tim" (3/4), (t/t) (oral) (anal) (humil)

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

NOTE:  This is a continuation of my first attempt at an erotic story.  This
part can be read separately.  Please send me your comments.

Needing Tim-3  (t/t) (Oral) (Anal) (Humil)
By danielgre@hotmail.com

Part 3:  Disappointing Tim

Life as a teenager can be a bitch.  Only a few weeks ago, Danny had sex with
his childhood idol and he was the happiest boy at St. Viador.  Since then
Tim had been a virtual stranger.  Tim acted as if nothing had happened
between them.

The frustration of seeing Tim every day at school almost drove Danny crazy.
He fantasized about Tim all the time, especially during the math class they
shared.  On one occasion Tim caught Danny staring at him while they were
taking a geometry quiz.  Their desks formed a circle and the teenagers were
sitting directly across from each other when it happened.  Danny finished
the quiz early and looked up to see everyone working away. He saw Tim
writing furiously, his left hand curled around his paper and his legs spread
real wide.  Tim had a habit of spreading his legs really, really wide when
he sat.  Danny found himself staring between Tim's legs and feeling kind of
hot and sweaty.  He was fixated on Tim's crotch, the dark blue shorts
tightly packed around the cock he had in his mouth not that long ago.  It
was like being in a trance.  Then Tim broke the spell by rocking his legs a
little. Danny looked up to see Tim staring back knowingly. The athletic stud
smirked and shook his head.  Danny's face turned beet red from
embarrassment.

Danny was desperate for an excuse to be alone with Tim and his parent's
recent vacation provided him with a golden opportunity. They decided to
leave him alone during their two weeks away, confident that their
trustworthy son was old enough to be on his own.

On a Friday afternoon, the day after the team's first playoff victory of the
basketball season, Danny decided to pay Tim a visit in the gym to
congratulate him and invite him to stay over at his house for the weekend.
The published playoff schedule in the school newspaper indicated that the
next game would be the following Monday, so Danny hoped Tim would have some
free time on his hands.

It was not unusual for Tim to work out for a couple of hours after the rest
to the team left to hone his timing and technique, so Danny waited in the
library before heading over to the gym.  A couple of hours later he stepped
onto the parquet floor of the basketball court. Tim was dressed in his
school clothes at the far end, next to a rack of basketballs, practicing
free throws.  With his back to Danny, he dribbled the ball a couple of times
for rhythm and released a shot.  Swish.  Danny watched Tim repeat the
motions exactly the same way time after time with the same results, noticing
the way Tim's butt stuck out when he bent his knees to shoot, wishing he
could grab onto those meaty globes and caress them.  After emptying the rack
Tim retrieved the scattered balls, limping noticeably as he moved around the
court. Danny called to his friend and they exchanged greetings.  Then Danny
explained his reason for being there.

"I came by to congratulate you on yesterday's win," said Danny, "but I
didn't want to interrupt your concentration."

Tim headed over to the bleachers and sat down.  He was clearly favoring his
right leg.  "I'm done anyway," he said.  "I need to take a load off my
feet."

"You were awesome in that game, yesterday," said Danny.  Now they sat side
by side on the bleachers.  "I've never seen a player dominate a game like
you did."

"Thanks," said Tim, grimacing in pain.  "I've got to take off my shoes."
He discarded his air-cushioned high-tops and peeled off his socks.

"Guess what?" asked Danny.  "My parents went to Mexico for a couple of weeks
and I have the house all to myself. You probably have other plans, but I was
wondering if you wanted to come over and spend the weekend."

Tim was inspecting his sore feet.  "Any beer in the house?"

"Of course."

"Sounds good to me," said Tim.  He picked at a dime-sized flap of skin
hanging off the side of his big toe.  "I got this blister when coach made us
do wind sprints today."  He tried to cover the wound with the loose skin.
"Oh fuck, this hurts."

"It looks pretty raw.  Is there anything I can do?"

"I've got some tape in my gym bag down in the locker room.  Would you go
down there and get it for me?  You can't miss it.  The coach makes everybody
stow their gear after practice, so it should be the only gym bag down
there."

"I'll be right back."

A lump formed in Danny's throat.  As a freshman taking the mandatory
semester of P.E., he dreaded the daily ritual of changing in the locker
room.  He spent most of the time averting his eyes from naked boys
surrounding him so he wouldn't be accused of staring, or worse, popping a
boner.  Located a floor below the basketball court in a kind of
half-basement, the only way into the locker room was through a narrow tunnel
that sloped steeply downward.  It was like entering a dungeon.  Day after
day he had to endure the temptations of 30 teenagers unknowingly teasing him
with their naked bodies. Most of the boys paid no attention to the shy kid
in the corner who never took a shower, so they certainly weren't teasing him
intentionally, but it felt that way to Danny.  And the biggest temptation of
all was Tim. The young stud was completely uninhibited, cock swaying as he
walked to and from the shower, laughing and joking with the other guys as he
toweled himself off, oblivious to the boy in the corner longing for him.

There were other minor torments that Danny had to endure in the locker room.
  Guys would playfully rib him about his little weenie and lack of pubic
hair. Once while he was changing, Rolondo sneaked up behind him and snapped
his exposed ass with a wet towel.  After that experience, he had to keep his
back to the wall while undressing to avoid a big, red welt on his ass.

Danny went down the ramp to the locker room reminiscing about those days in
gym class.  He liked the musty smell of sweat that hit him as he descended.
It was dark down there; sort of spooky, but he found the bag he was looking
for right away.  It was on a bench in front of the first bank of lockers.
Noises could be heard from the far end of the cavernous room.  Water was
running.  He could hear it flowing through the pipes above his head.
Someone was taking a shower.  He told himself to just get the tape and get
out of there.  The first thing he saw when he opened the bag was Tim's jock
strap lying on top of a basketball uniform. The uniform was neatly folded,
but he picked up the bottoms anyway and looked around to make sure no one
was spying on him.  He was aroused by the uniform, but afraid.  He thought
he could still hear water running, so whoever was down there must be busy in
the shower.  He bent over and took a quick sniff of the crotch of the shorts
without removing them completely from the bag.  Damn, he thought, they're
clean.  Then he remembered that the team usually doesn't practice in their
game uniforms.   He heard a noise again, like a squeaky spigot.  Just find
the tape and get out of there, he kept telling himself.  He rummaged through
the bag to see what else was inside.  There was that jockstrap again.  Maybe
Tim wore it earlier during the regular practice and took it off when he
showered and changed.  He rubbed the inside of the cup where Tim's cock had
been. Then he sniffed his fingers.  Wow!  The smell sent a rush through his
body that caused his dick to twitch.  It was a total turn-on.  But there was
something unfamiliar about the smell.  It smelled like a dirty jockstrap all
right, but the scent was somehow different from the way he remembered Tim's
crotch.   He pulled the jockstrap out of the bag and looked around again to
make sure it was safe.  This'll only take a second, he thought, as he buried
his face in the cup.  He took a big whiff and groped himself.   Mmm.

"Do you like the smell of my jockstrap?"

"Rolondo!" Danny was busted. As if from nowhere Rolondo appeared, dripping
wet and naked except for a skimpy towel around his waist.  Danny dropped the
jockstrap into the bag like it was red hot.

"Don't stop what you were doing on my account."  He picked up the dirty
jockstrap and hung it around Danny's neck.  "Do you like it?  I really
worked up a sweat today."

"I...uh...I thought this was Tim's bag," said Danny, so scared he was
shaking.

"Is that why you were sniffing it?  Because you thought it was Tim's?"

"Yeah, I mean no."  Danny was flustered.  "Tim's got a blister.  He wanted
me to get his gym bag for him."

"Did he ask you to sniff his jockstrap, too?"

"I wasn't..."

"Don't even try to lie your way out of this, queerboy."

"Please, Rolondo, I didn't know it was yours."

"I ought to kick your ass right here and now you little faggot.  For all I
know, you were spying on me while I was taking a shower.  Were you?"
Rolondo seemed really pissed.  Danny was tongue-tied.   "Answer me!"

"No, Rolondo. I thought I was alone down here."

"Don't lie to me, faggot." He let the towel slip from his body.  "This is
what you were looking for, isn't it?"  He was hung like a horse.  Naked, he
didn't look as chuncky as he did in clothes.

"I wasn't spying on you.  Honest."

"What am I going to do with you, Danny-Boy?" asked Rolondo, toweling his
crotch dry.  His cock and low-hanging balls flopped beneath damp pubic
hairs. "I always knew you were a fucking fairy and now I finally caught you
in the act.  Maybe I should tell all the guys on the team about you. What do
you think would happen if I told them that I caught little Danny in the
locker room with a hardon sniffing my jockstrap? Maybe they'd let you suck
their big, fat cocks one at a time."

"Please don't tell anybody," pleaded Danny.

"If you did a good job, maybe they'd let you sniff their jockstraps while
they take turns fucking you up the ass.  You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"No!  I wouldn't like it.  Please don't tell on me, Rolondo."

"Maybe I should tell your boyfriend I caught you spying on me; that you were
playing with yourself while you sniffed my jockstrap."

"Please don't tell Tim," begged Danny, assuming Rolondo was referring to
Tim.

"So he is your boyfriend.  I thought so."

"Tim's not my boyfriend.  I just meant..."

"You meant he lets you suck his dick.  Don't even bother to lie about it.  I
know exactly what you are.  You're a born cocksucker, aren't you?"  No
response.  "Say it," yelled Rolondo, so loud it echoed through the room.

"I'm a cocksucker."

"You must be a really good cocksucker, because Tim has a really big one.
I'll bet you took it all the way down your throat and swallowed every drop
of his load, just like you're going to do for me right now."

"I can't.  Tim's up there," said Danny pointing upward. Danny was desperate
for a way out of this mess.  "I'll tell on you if you try to make me do it."

Rolondo laughed with contempt at the hollow threat.  "You're going to suck
my dick and you're going to keep your mouth shut afterwards.  Unless you
want every boy in school to find out how much you like my jockstrap."  He
stuck a finger into Danny's mouth and slid it in and out a few times, then
wiped his saliva-coated finger on the boy's cheek.

Danny had no choice.  The only way out was to do what Rolondo wanted.  "I'll
suck you off if you want, but please don't say anything."

"That's better.  Now drop and suck."

That seemed to be the best deal that Danny was going to get.  He got right
down to business, using his talents to end this nightmare as soon as
possible.  Grunting and heaving, Rolondo aggressively pumped Danny's mouth
with his big dick.  "That's it, faggot," said Rolondo.  "Suck my big pinga."
   Mercifully, it ended quickly, with a burst of cum in Danny's mouth.

Just as Rolondo emptied the last drops into Danny's mouth, Tim emerged from
the darkness of the tunnel entrance.  "Get up, Danny," said Tim, startling
both boys.  He was glaring at Rolondo.

Rolondo jerked sideways to hide his nakedness from Tim.  His semi-hard cock
plopped out of Danny's mouth.  A rope of saliva-cum hung for a moment
between Rolondo's cock and Danny's lip.  "Hey Tim," said Rolondo, nervously.
  "Let me explain..."

Tim hobbled up to within inches of Rolondo's face.  "You're dead meat," said
Tim.  "I warned you to stay away from him."

"Cool it, Tim," said Rolondo.  "You don't understand.  I caught Danny..."
Tim thrust Rolondo against the lockers before he could finish the sentence.
The crash echoed through the room.

"You fucking dog."   He belted Rolondo with a left jab that landed squarely
on the nose.   Rolondo fell backward and landed on the concrete with a
fleshy thud.  Blood trickled from his nostrils.  Tim picked up the gym bag
and hurled it at Rolondo.  "You had to fuck around with him, didn't you?"

Calling Danny a shameless slut, Tim told him to take off the dirty jockstrap
still wrapped around his neck.  Then Tim grabbed him by the collar and
roughly marched him up the ramp, like an irate parent escorting a naughty
child. Rolondo was left behind, naked and defeated, to lick his wounds.
"You really fucked up this time, Danny," said Tim, as he let go.  They were
back on the basketball court.

"I'm sorry," said Danny as they left the building. "Can I tell you what
happened?"

"Don't say anything more, okay?  You're just going to make it worse."  They
walked along the path leading to the dorms, Tim setting a brisk pace despite
the limp.

Just before they reached the dorms, Tim broke the silence.  "Go home and
take a shower."

"Will I see you later?" asked Danny timidly.

"Are you deaf?  I said 'go.'  Right now I can't even stand the sight of
you."   There was anger in his voice, but also pain.  His teary eyes
glistened in the light from the setting sun.

Tim spent the next couple of hours cooling off.   After the initial surge of
jealousy and pain wore off, he was able to gather his thoughts and decide
what to do next.  Before all this happened, Tim was able to focus on his
basketball and put his feelings into the background, but after seeing Danny
with someone else, his desire for Danny turned into an all-consuming
passion. Basketball wasn't very important all of a sudden.

Downstairs in the common area, Tim called Danny on the public phone, saying
he'd be spending the weekend at Danny's after all. "I'll be there in a
couple of hours," he said, not bothering to ask if the offer to spend the
weekend was still open.  On the other end of the line, Danny tried again to
explain what happened, but Tim wouldn't let him. There was no hint that he
would forgive Danny for his indiscretion, preferring instead to let the boy
sweat a little.  Just before he hung up, he said, "When I get there and you
answer the door, I want you to be naked."  He whispered into the receiver so
no one else could hear.

Tim quickly packed the bare necessities.  With an overnight bag slung over
his shoulder, he opened his old roommate's dresser drawer and pulled out
what he was looking for: a four-inch butt plug and a jar of lube.  He
dropped the goods into the bag and headed out the door.

(continued in part 4)