Tim and Hank

Chapter 1: Tim

"Tim! Hurry up or I'm gonna leave without you!"

"I'm coming!" I yelled into the hallway.

I sighed as I looked in the mirror. I was trying to adjust the collar and braided cords on my marching band uniform jacket. I finally got it right and picked up my hat and my mallet bag and hurried down the stairs.

Today was the first football game of the season and I was running late like always.

My older brother Jeff was standing by the front door with his equipment bag with a scowl on his face. I grimaced and followed him out to his Jeep. He threw his equipment bag into the back and I climbed into the passenger seat.

"If I'm late again, I'm gonna kick your fucking ass," Jeff growled.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

Jeff started the Jeep and pulled out of the driveway and sped towards our high school.

Jeff can be a real jerk to me sometimes and I just take it because I know he really can kick my ass if he wanted to. Jeff is a junior and plays on the varsity football team. He's a big guy at 6'2" and 200 pounds. He's got short dark brown hair and green eyes and usually wears a nice closely trimmed beard. Jeff takes after our dad, who is a big bear of a guy. Dad owns his own contracting business. Dad keeps his dark brown hair cut short, but it's thinning on the top and gone bald in a small spot on the crown of his head. He always sports a full moustache, though sometimes he will grow out a beard or go without shaving for a few days. They are both loud and outgoing.

I'm a freshman in the marching band. I take after my mom. I'm short at only 5'7". I'm thin, but not skin and bones. Being in the band keeps me pretty fit. I have the same dark blond hair and hazel eyes as my mother and we both wear eyeglasses. I'm quiet and shy, especially around people I don't know. Yes, I'm a total nerd, but I'm not completely awkward in social situations.

We pulled into the parking lot with time to spare. Jeff pulled up next to his best friend Hank's pickup truck. I climbed out of the Jeep and hurried around to the back of the pickup truck where Hank was waiting with his equipment bag.

"Hi, Hank," I said with a shy smile.

"Hey, Tim," Hank said and then smiled back at me.

Oh, man, did I ever have a huge crush on Hank Ballatori. He's a big guy at 6'4" and maybe around 230 pounds. He's built big and has a little bit of extra padding on him, which I find so hot. His family is Italian and he has black hair and blue eyes and a magnificent hairy chest. He has a goatee, but no moustache, which usually looks stupid, but it looks sexy on him. He has a deep baritone voice and has a very manly and masculine face and I think he's so handsome. Like, my brother, Hank is a junior and 16 years old. Also like my brother, he looks older and could easily pass for 18.

The great thing about Hank is that he's also a really nice guy. He's actually kind of quiet compared to Jeff and Jasper, the third guy who Jeff and Hank hang out with. As nice as Hank is to me, he's hopelessly straight and has a girlfriend.

"Come on, Hank, let's go," Jeff said and they hurried off to the locker room.

I hurried over to the band room and my friend Matt greeted me at the door. "You just made it, Tim. You're gonna get in trouble if you don't get in here on time."

"I know, I know."

I ran into the percussion room and nearly ran into the band director, Mr. White.

"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Matthews," he said to me.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

I grabbed my harness and put it over my shoulders. I hefted my xylophone off the storage rack.

"Hi, guys," I said to my friends Amy and Dee. Amy played snare drum and Dee played the bells. In symphony band, Dee played the bass clarinet and I played the bassoon, so we sat next to each other all through eighth grade band. Mr. White put us both on mallet percussion when we got to band camp before the beginning of the year and we became even better friends. I became friends with Amy at band camp as well when she started dating my best friend Matt, who played trumpet.

We headed outside and I locked my harness onto the xylophone and grunted as I hefted it onto my shoulders. We got into parade formation and we warmed up and then played through our show. Dee and I marched in the middle of the parade formation directly in front of the drum line. Mr. White liked for Dee and I to march with the band onto the field and when we took the field for the half-time show, we marched into the front 'pit' area and put our instruments on keyboard stands to relieve the pressure on our backs.

We marched onto the field for the pre-game show, making a tunnel of sorts for the football team to run though. I looked for Jeff, Hank and Jasper as they ran by. Hank pointed his finger at me when he ran by and smiled. I melted a little bit inside. After playing our school's fight song we marched off the field and into the stands where we would play when needed.

The game was exciting and our team won. It was so awesome. As we got into parade formation, we played our drum line cadence as we marched back to the band room. When we got back, I stowed away my xylophone and grabbed my mallets and headed back to the parking lot with my hat tucked under my arm.

When I got to Jeff's Jeep, his girlfriend Heather was waiting leaning up against the Jeep. She was one of the varsity cheerleaders and I got the feeling she didn't like me.

"Hi, Heather," I said to her as I walked up.

"Tim. Hey, Jeff and I are going to an after-game party at Jessie's, so you're gonna need to find another ride home."

"What? But-"

"Hey, baby," Jeff said to Heather as he walked up. She wrapper her arms around him and they started kissing. I just stood there looking stupid.

"You ready to go?" Heather asked Jeff. "Tim's got another ride home."

"But-," I interjected.

"Thanks, Tim!" she said.

"Don't wait up, little bro!" Jeff echoed.

Jeff started the Jeep and they took off. For some reason, I felt stupid and embarrassed and was on the verge of crying. I turned around and headed back to the band room. Maybe I could get a ride from one of my friends if their parents hadn't picked them up yet.


I looked back and saw Hank and his girlfriend Carrie walking towards his truck. He tossed his equipment bag in the back of his truck and jogged up to me. God, he was hot. He just got out of the shower and his hair was wet. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. His left arm had a large tribal design tattoo covering his bicep up to his shoulder and the bottom of it could be seen coming out from under this t-shirt sleeve. I was fascinated by Hank's tattoo and couldn't stare at it enough whenever I got the chance. Jeff got an armband tattoo at the same time and Mom had a complete fit. Dad didn't seem to care, since he had tattoos on his arms from when he was in the Marines.

"Where's Jeff? Did he leave without you?" Hank asked.

"He's going to some party with Heather."

"Do you need a ride home?"

"Come on, Hank!" Carrie called out, while giving me dirty looks.

"No, that's okay," I said.

"Tim, I'll take you home if you need a ride. It's way too far to walk."

I felt the tears welling and I thought I should make a quick exit since his girlfriend was giving me the evil eye, so I lied. "No, I have a ride. But, thanks."

Hank frowned. "Okay, buddy. See ya later."

I smiled and hurried back to the band room. Everyone was pretty much gone. Trent, a senior trumpet player, was heading out with his friend Sam. I knew Trent lived a couple of blocks from me, but we weren't friends. Heck, we didn't even really know each other. I sighed and bit the bullet.


Trent looked at me strangely, as if he couldn't figure out why I would be talking to him. "Tim."

"Um... My brother kind of left without me... Do you think I could get a ride home? I mean, if you're heading that way..."

Trent rolled his eyes, but said, "Yeah. Come on."

I followed Trent and Sam to Trent's car and they dropped me off in front of my house. I said "Thanks" before heading inside. Dad was asleep on the couch and Mom was making 'lunch' and getting ready to go to work. She was a nurse at the hospital and was working night shifts this week.

"How was the game, honey?" Mom asked.

"It was great. We won."

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it to see you play."

"That's okay. I know you needed to rest before going to work. I think I'm going to go to bed."

"Okay, honey. Have a good night."

Mom kissed me on the forehead and I headed upstairs. I took a shower and went to my room and shut the door. I turned on my computer and thought about going online to look at some porn, but decided against it.

Since Jeff walked in on me a couple months ago jerking off to gay porn, I haven't looked at it since out of paranoia of being caught. When Jeff came back to my room an hour after catching me, he asked me if I was a fag. I nodded and started bawling. Jeff was surprisingly good about it. He didn't hug me or anything, but simply said, "Eh. You can't help the way you are." He could be a complete jerk sometimes with teasing and riding me about any and everything, but I was glad that he didn't treat me any different than before he knew.

I knew I was gay but I was a total virgin. I have never even kissed anyone. Sure, I'd seen guys naked in the showers and stuff, but I had never seen a guy naked in a sexual manner.

I sighed and crawled into bed. I laid there trying to fall asleep, when Hank Ballatori popped into my head as he often did. I closed my eyes and finally went to sleep.

That night I dreamed of Hank again. He offered me a ride after the game, but this time he ditched his girlfriend. When we got to my house, he parked in the driveway and we made out in his truck. Then he pushed me down onto the seat and began grinding on me.

When I awoke the next morning, my boxer briefs were filled with dried sticky cum. I grunted in disgust and grabbed a clean t-shirt and underwear. I opened my door and looked into the hallway and then hurried across the hall to the bathroom. I took a shower and got dressed. I rinsed the dried semen off my briefs and then dropped them into the hamper. Hopefully Mom wouldn't be able to tell what happened.

After getting dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of cereal. As I was eating, Mom came home from work.

"Hey, sweetie," she said and kissed the top of my head.

"Hi, Mom. How was work?"

"Busy. I'm exhausted. I'm going right to bed. What are you going to do today?"

"I'm not sure. I don't really have any plans."

"Okay. Just keep out of trouble."

Mom put her lunch bag on the counter and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge. She noticed a folder on the kitchen counter.

"Oh! Your father forgot his paperwork. He's going to need this today."

Mom picked up the folder and put it on the table.

"Tim, can you drop this off at your Dad's jobsite? It's over next to St. Ann's church."

"Geez, mom, that's really far. Can't Jeff do it?"

"I didn't see Jeff's car in the driveway. If he's not home when you get done eating, I'd appreciate it if you'd take care of it for me."

I sighed to myself. "Okay. I guess I'll ride my bike."

"Thank you, sweetie. Getting out of the house and exercising will be good for you. Good night."

Mom hugged me and went off to bed. After I finished eating, I put my bowl and spoon into the dishwasher and put the folder into my backpack and went to the garage. I pulled my bike out and hopped on and headed to the jobsite. It was about 10 miles away.

When I go there, I got off my bike and parked it up against my Dad's truck. I looked around for him. There were a few guys walking around the buildings that were under construction. A couple of them were really hot studs and I shuddered thinking about getting naked with them.

I spotted the trailer and headed towards it.

I heard a voice call out to me, "hey, kid!"

I looked towards the voice and spotted a guy named Marty. His family lived down the street from us, but he graduated high school last year and was now living with some buddies of his. He was kind of a 'bad boy,' with both of his arms covered in tattoo sleeves and multiple piercing in his ears. His black hair was gelled spiky. He was a couple inches taller than me and he was pretty built from working construction for my Dad.

"Hi, Marty," I said.

"Hey, Tim."

"Do you know where my dad is?"

"He might be in the office."

I followed Marty to the trailer and he opened the door for me and as I climbed up the steps, he followed me up and his hand moved to the small of my back. As I stepped into the trailer, his hand brushed down against my butt and I shivered from his touch.

The trailer was empty.

"He must be in one of the buildings."

"I need to give him some paperwork."

"Why don't we go look for him? Come on. I'll help you."

I followed Marty and we went into one of the buildings. There wasn't anyone around and the building looked pretty empty.

"What are these buildings for?" I asked.

"They're medical offices."


The building was pretty deserted. I followed him down a hallway until he stopped in front of a men's bathroom.

"I gotta take a piss," he said. "How 'bout you?"

"Um... I guess so."

I followed him into the bathroom. There were two urinals next each other and we each took one. I was unable to pee with him standing there. I closed my eyes and concentrated on listening to his loud stream as it hit the urinal. That allowed me to finally go. I opened my eyes and looked down at my little dick as it finished peeing. I realized then that Marty was no longer peeing, but was still standing next to me.

I tried to fight the urge, but I couldn't help myself. I cut my eyes towards Marty and I saw it. He had his hands on his hips and his dick was sticking out of the fly of his jeans. And it was hard. He was circumcised and nearly 6 inches long.

I gulped and continued to look at it. I looked up into his eyes and he was staring at me. He turned his body so that he was facing me. He took a step towards me and grabbed my hand and pulled it to him. He wrapped my hand around his dick and held it.

"Go ahead. Jack me off," he whispered.

I gripped the shaft of his dick and began stroking my hand up and down. He thrust up into my hand as I jerked him.

"Do you suck?" he whispered.

I panicked. Before today, I had never seen another guy hard and now I was jacking him off. I didn't think I was ready to do that yet, and for sure not with Marty. The thing is, I wasn't really attracted to Marty, but I wanted to play with his dick.

I shook my head 'no' and continued to masturbate him. It didn't take longer than about five minutes before his scrotum retracted and his breathing quickened. He grunted a couple of times and the first shot of come blasted out and left a trail on my forearm. I stepped back, but kept jerking him. The rest of his load spurted onto the floor between us. I slowed down the stroking and then let go. My hand and arm was covered in his cum.

"Thanks, Tim," he said quietly.

I was suddenly embarrassed. I couldn't look him in the eye and I turned my head away. I went to the sink and washed his cum off my hand and arm as he stepped up and washed his own hands.

I followed him out of the building and we made our way across the site.

"Tim!" I heard Dad yell.

I looked up and started walking to Dad. Marty kept on walking... to return to work I guess.

"What are you doing here?" Dad asked.

"You forgot this and Mom told me to bring it."

I pulled the folder out of my backpack and gave it to him.

"Shit. I did need this. Thanks, son."

"You're welcome."

"What were you doing with Marty?"

"Um, he was helping me look for you."

Dad looked at me suspiciously. I was blushing and I felt like he knew everything that happened.

"Stay away from him," Dad warned me.

I nodded.

"Okay, now get out of here. Be safe riding home."

"Bye, Dad."

"Bye, kiddo."

I hurried over to my bike and rode home. When I got home, I immediately went up to my room and shut the door. I pulled off my t-shirt and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I pushed my jeans and underwear off and climbed into bed. I looked down my body. My chest and stomach were flat and I was hairless except for the brown tufts under my arms and above my dick. My dick was rock hard and slick with pre-cum. It was nearly five inches long and not very thick. I reached down and lifted it away from my belly and smeared the pre-cum around it. I closed my eyes and thought about what I had done with Marty. I ran my slick hand up and down the shaft. Oh, god, it was going to be quick. I stifled a moan and my back arched and I blasted a load of cum onto my chin and mouth. I gasped and then blasted four more spurts onto my chest and belly.