Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2009 06:49:51 -0400
From: nuday101@hushmail.com
Subject: Pursuing Timothy Part Two

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Pursuing Timothy Part Two

"Will I help you get hard? Yeah, I guess, but there is far more to it than
that, Timmy boy. If you're going to make this believable for Snider, you're
going to need to get him hard as well," instructed Greg.

"What? But you said I didn't have to have sex with him, now you tell me I
have to beat him off?"  Come on Greg, that's more than I bargained for," I
argued.

"Timmy, getting jerked off isn't sex. Remember? President Clinton explained
that," he countered.

Well he had me there. I'm not that great at American History, but I'm
pretty sure President's don't lie, right? So I said, "Yeah, so what do I do
now?"

Well, you need practice and, as much as I don't like it, I guess you'll
have to practice on me," resigned Greg.

"Damn, Greg, this better not get out, I don't want anybody to think you and
I are, you know, gay or anything," I worried.

"Sullivan, you're going to need to stop thinking like that. You're trying
to be gay remember, the essay, this whole project isn't going to work
unless you start thinking straight; I mean un-straight, or
something. Anyway, you know we never nark on each other."

"That's true; I never told anybody how you pissed in your Mom's boyfriend's
coffee," I remembered.

Greg laughed, "Yeah that was funny, he kept asking for more, I finally ran
out of pee. I've been true to you too, you know. No one knows about you
sneaking into your parent's room to watch them do the deed."

"Hey I had to find out why she screams every night, but it took months to
get that image out of my head. Now that you've mention it, I'll have it all
over again, thanks." I complained.

"Sorry, but let's get this going, You need to get me undressed and start
working on me, its the only way you're going to know what to do when
Michael Snider gets here."

"OK, OK, but do I have to take your clothes off for you," I asked?

"Sullivan, don't be difficult, get over here and make it seem like you're
into this, or I'm out of here," he demanded.

So, there I stand, still naked and helping my buddy Greg become the
same. It was hard to believe that I was going to have his dick in my hand
in just minute, but that's exactly where this was going. I knew Greg was
doing his best to help me, he always has. Like last summer when I picked up
the Poison Ivy someone had left next to our back door. My hands broke out
and Greg told me that if I touched my dick, it would spread there too. Like
the good friend he is, he offered to help me every time I needed to
pee. Greg would fish my dick out of my jeans, hold it and even yank it and
flip it a few times to get the last drops off for me. He even stayed over
two nights to help out, making me pee about every hour. To make it easier
for him, he had me strip down so he didn't have to pull it out the hole of
my boxer every time. Yeah anybody who will do that for you is a true
friend, right?

Pulling his briefs down, I noticed he was already hard. For some reason, I
had joined him in that state. Greg was a real blonde, even his pubes were a
light color and his balls were hairless. Greg has one of those fat dicks,
cut, not as long as mine, but nothing to be ashamed of, that's for
sure. Actually he's cute... for a guy that is. A lot of girls tried to get
him, but we were buds and he seemed to prefer my company over theirs. Yeah,
some people called us salt and pepper. Being Irish, I have that dark black
hair, slender body and blue eyes that comes with that. My bush is thick and
dark and my dick hangs long, even when I'm soft. Sometimes it's difficult
to hide it if my jeans are tight. That's embarrassing, but Greg tells me
that I look better in tight jeans. So what the heck do I know?

I swallow hard and reach for his dick. Greg pulls away and I look up at him
in surprise.

"Sullivan, you're not going to just grab my meat are you? Don't you think
you should ask nicely first? Remember, I'm doing you a favor here," he
pointed out.

"Yeah sorry, Greg may I please play with your dick?" I spoke softly.

"Okay, Tim, but only because you asked so nicely... And you ARE my best
friend. But be gentle. Understand?"

"Sure." I wrapped my hand around his hardon and pulled on it. It was bigger
than I thought and very soft to the touch, yet hard as a steel rod.

His ball sac fit nicely into my hand and felt soft and warm. My bird finger
slipped back and rubbed against his hole, Greg seemed to like that.
Somewhere along the way his hand had found my dick and he was giving it a
really nice but weird feeling. I was hoping I wouldn't come all over him, I
don't think he would like that, do you?

"Do it faster Sullivan and say something nice. It'll be good practice for
you," he directed.

I picked up the pace and said, "You really have a nice dick Greg, thanks
for letting me play with it," I hoped that would do.

"Well you need the training if we're going to make this believable for
Snider. I'm glad you like the looks of my dick Tim, but maybe its time you
get a taste of it too," suggested Greg.

I dropped that stick real quick and backed away. "Wait a minute here! What
are you saying? Now you want me to give you a blow job? Forget it! I'd
rather fail Evans' class! No way am I going to stick a dick into my mouth!
No way! No Sir, that's not gonna happen! I won't do it! Forget about it!
No!"

Greg turned around and bent over and started picking up his clothes. This
time I was looking directly at his ass and I noticed it was as smooth as a
baby's. Greg has what I guess is called a bubble butt. He was in good shape
and I always felt good being with him, you know, in a guy-sorta way. Yeah,
I thought, as butts go, his was nice, smooth and just a little hair around
his hole. But they were blonde hairs and let the pink pucker be better
defined.

I asked him, "What are you doing Greg?"

"I'm out of here Sullivan; you're on your own. I was hoping you would
understand how difficult this is for me, but no, all you think about is
YOU. Here I am trying to help you pass English Comp. Helping you have a
real life experience to write about that just might get somebody an A. Do
you appreciate it? NO! Do you even take into consideration all I'm doing
for you? NO! So I'm leaving. You can figure this out on your own if you're
going to treat me so badly," he replied.

"No, please Greg, I need you. I want you," I said, wondering why that came
out.

"Please help me, I know you're doing a lot here and I haven't made it
easy. I need your help. I can't do this without you."

I knew what I had to do; Greg had stopped picking up his stuff and turned
facing me. His blonde hair flipping down over his left powder blue eye, his
arms with defined muscles, his clean smooth chest with dime size nipples,
his navel with just a shading of hair tracing about an inch towards his
light pubes, his thick hard dick pointing up with what seemed like a wink,
his smooth legs with soft short hairs from his knees to his ankles, his
bare feet and naked body all came into view. Yeah, I knew what I had to
do. So in a pleading nice voice I said,

"Please Greg; please may I suck your dick?"

To be continued...