Chapter 2: Tim
The next Saturday afternoon after my experience with Marty, I was sitting in my
room watching Star Trek: First Contact on DVD. Jeff was getting ready to
go out when Dad called us downstairs.
"Jeff, what are you doing tonight?" Dad asked.
"I'm going out to dinner with my friends, then a party at Jessie's house."
"Your mother and I want a night alone tonight, so can Tim go with you?"
"Dad, come on," Jeff said with utter disdain.
Dad raised his eyebrow and stared at Jeff. Jeff and I both knew that look meant
Jeff was about to cross the line. Jeff sighed.
"Get cleaned up and dressed, Tim," Jeff said. "I'm leaving in an hour."
I hurried upstairs and took a quick shower and got dressed. I slipped into a nice
pair of Levis and a white Polo shirt. I put on my clunky black Sketchers and hurried
"Bye, kids!" Mom called out to us.
Dad walked us out and said, "Go ahead and stay out past curfew tonight."
I closed my eyes and cringed at thought of what they might be doing while we were
We got into Jeff's Jeep and headed to his girlfriend Heather's house.
"Don't fucking embarrass me tonight, Tim."
"I don't want to be here anymore than you want me to," I said defensively.
The truth is, I was actually glad to be going out with Jeff and his friends. I never
got to go to parties like they went to.
When we got to Heather's house, Jeff walked up to the door to get her. While he
did that, I crawled into the back seat. When she saw me, to say she was unhappy
was an understatement.
"What's he doing here?" she asked Jeff, as if I wasn't sitting there.
"Dad and Mom wanted a night together, so I'm stuck babysitting him."
I turned my head out and looked at the side of the road as we drove to a Mexican
restaurant near downtown. We went inside and saw Jasper and his girlfriend Holly
already sitting at a table. As we joined them, Hank and Carrie walked in and sat
down with us. I ended up sitting between Jeff and Hank.
"Hey, Tim," Hank said. "Nice of you to join us."
"What's he doing here?" Carrie asked.
Jeff sighed. "Dad wanted alone time with mom, so we're stuck with him so that they
"Geez, Jeff, don't be gross," I whined.
I was pretty quiet throughout dinner. They didn't really make any effort to include
me. Well, Hank made small talk with me and it made me like him even more. After
we finished eating, we headed to the party.
We went to the backyard where there was music playing and a keg. I wondered where
Jessie's parents were and if they knew what was going on. They all grabbed a plastic
cup and got beer from the keg. I grabbed a cup too and did the same.
"Just one for you, Tim," Jeff warned.
I followed them over to a corner of the yard and stood there sipping my beer trying
to not to be self-conscious. The beer tasked awful, but I sipped at it anyway. I
rolled my eyes when Jeff sat down on a plastic chair and Heather sat down on his
lap and began kissing his neck. She ran her hand under his shirt.
"Gross," she said as she pulled her hand out from under his shirt. "You need to
shave. You're all stubbly."
"You need to get Hank to start shaving his chest," Carrie said. "It's so disgusting,
especially when it's all wet and sweaty. Ew."
I rolled my eyes. If Hank was my man, I would worship his hairy chest. I heard Hank
chuckling and I looked up. He had seen me roll my eyes.
"Tim, you don't need to hover around us the whole night," Jeff said, which made
I just looked at Jeff. I'm sure he saw the hurt on my face and he just turned away.
I walked away and wandered around. I didn't really know anyone else and they were
all popular upperclassmen and jocks. I was standing around by myself sipping my
beer when I felt someone come up behind me.
"You're Jeff Matthews' little brother, aren't you?"
I turned and saw Calvin Brooks walk up and stand next to me. Cal was a junior who
played hockey in winter and baseball in the spring. He was tall and muscular with
blond hair and blue eyes: the all-American jock next door.
"Yeah. My name's Tim," I said.
We shook hands.
"So how'd you end up here?"
"Dad made Jeff bring me. He and his friends don't really want me around. Geez, I
don't know why I'm telling you this."
Cal chuckled, "It's okay, Tim. I understand. You're a freshman, right? You play
"Yeah, I'm a freshman. I don't really play sports, but I'm in the marching band."
I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."
Cal smirked and looked me up and down.
"I'm a little bit hungry," Cal said. "You wanna go for a ride... grab a burger or
"Oh... well, I'm not really hungry."
"That's okay; you can just come along for the ride then."
"Okay. I should tell Jeff first."
I walked back over to Jeff and his group. They were talking and laughing loudly
drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. When Hank saw me walk up, he quickly dropped
his cigarette and stomped it out.
"I'll be back in a little bit," I quietly said to Jeff.
"What? Where are you going?"
"I'm going for a ride."
I turned around and saw Cal waiting nearby. "Cal," I said quietly.
Everyone turned and looked at Cal. Jeff narrowed his eyes at me. "Don't be gone
long. And be careful."
I heard Heather whisper to Carrie, "Is Cal Brooks a fag?"
"Obviously, if he's taking Tim 'for a ride.'"
"Either that or he knows a sure thing."
They both giggled evilly. My mouth fell open and tears welled up in my eyes.
"Both of you shut up," Hank quietly growled to Heather and Carrie.
"Watch your fuckin' mouth. That's my little brother you're talking about," Jeff
warned the girls.
"Hey, you're the one that told me he was fag," Heather said with annoyed tone in
"Yeah, and that wasn't meant to be broadcast to the whole cheerleading squad."
I looked between all of them and they were just staring at me. Hank looked at me
sympathetically as a tear fell from my eye. I turned and walked away as quick as
I could. I walked past Cal and he followed and caught up with me and led me to his
"Come on, let's go," Cal said.
We drove to a nearby Wendy's and Cal got a single burger meal. He ordered me a frosty.
We drove to a nearby park and Cal turned off the truck and we sat in the dark and
"You shouldn't let them bother you, you know," Cal finally said.
I smiled at Cal and mumbled, "Thanks."
"They're probably just jealous because you're so cute."
I looked at Cal in shock. No one ever called me cute before.
He then leaned in and kissed me. He smirked and then put his arm around my neck
and pulled me in and kissed me again harder. I felt his mouth open and I moved my
head in sync with his. When his tongue flicked across my lips and pressed between
them, I opened my mouth and allowed him in. When his tongue licked mine, I whimpered
and melted into him.
I was panting when he moved apart. He kissed my nose and chuckled.
"That was your first kiss, wasn't it?"
I nodded and whispered, "Yeah."
"You're a good kisser," he said.
Cal kissed me again and we began a heavy make out session. I ran my hand over his
muscular chest as his hand ran up under my shirt and rubbed my back. As we kissed,
Cal fumbled around his jeans. He took my hand and moved it down to his crotch. He
had taken his dick out of his jeans and it was standing straight up out of the fly
of his boxers and jeans. He felt thick and around 6 inches long. It was hot to the
touch. I gripped it and began jerking my hand up and down. He grunted and began
kissing me harder.
I couldn't believe I was doing this with such a hot guy. A hockey and baseball jock
He broke off the kiss and stared into my eyes as I jacked him. I felt his right
hand come from under my shirt and run up my back to my neck. He lightly gripped
my neck and applied pressure pushing my head down towards his lap.
I resisted at first and he loosened his grip momentarily. As I relaxed, he must
have taken that as consent, because he pushed me down again. This time his dick
wiped against my lips. One more nudge and the moist head slipped into my mouth.
I didn't know what to expect. It didn't have much of a taste. It smelled a little
bit musty. It was a very manly smell and taste. The pre-cum leaking out of it seemed
sweet and salty at the same time.
"Suck it," he whispered.
He pushed my head down a little further and I began sucking. He thrust up into my
mouth and he grazed my teeth.
"Ah! Watch your teeth! Cover them with your lips."
I did as he asked and he began pushing my head up and down his shaft. I couldn't
get all of it into my mouth without choking. I finally found a rhythm and I really
started getting into it, moving my hand up and down with my mouth.
"Oh, yeah, that's good. Just like that."
I bobbed my mouth and hand up and down. His breathing quickened and he grunted.
The hand on my head tightened around my hair and he pushed down and bucked up into
my mouth. I felt the first blast of his cum splat into the back of my throat. I
choked and tried to pull back, but was unable to because of Cal's hand. I had no
choice but to swallow it as fast as I could, but a lot of it still dribbled out
of my mouth and onto his cock and my hand.
When he finished, he finally let go of my head. I sat up and wiped my chin
and mouth with my hand. I knew then that I really liked giving blow jobs and the
taste of his cum was pretty good.
"That was good, Tim. Thanks."
He reached into the glove compartment and grabbed a couple of napkins and wiped
himself off. He tossed them onto the floor and put his dick back into his jeans.
After he got everything put away, he said we should get back and he started the
truck and we headed back to the party.
Once we got there, he said he needed to get going, but he'd come find me at school
on Monday. He gave me a quick kiss and I jumped out of his truck and he sped off.
I looked over and saw Jeff's Jeep was still here, so I was relieved he hadn't left
yet. As I got closer, I saw that he was sitting inside, so I walked up to the passenger
window. He looked like he was asleep since his head was tilted back against the
headrest. Then I saw the long blond hair bobbing up and down his lap. Heather
was giving him a blow job.
I was totally grossed out. I shuddered at the sight and backed away so Jeff wouldn't
see me. I smiled to myself thinking it was kind of funny that Jeff was getting a
blow job in his car tonight and I had been in the same position as Heather, giving
a Cal a blowjob in his truck. I headed to the back yard, wondering about Cal and
if he liked me or if we'd see each other again. I mean, he said he'd find me in
school on Monday, so he must be interested in me. Right?
I saw Jasper and Holly drinking and smoking in the back of the yard leaning against
a tool shed and walked towards them. As I approached, I saw Hank and Carrie come
from behind the tool shed. Hank was adjusting his belt. My heart skipped a beat.
I knew immediately that they had done something behind the shed and I was so jealous.
I don't know why. I mean, I was crazy jealous. I mean, I had just given Cal a blowjob.
But knowing that cow Carrie had her hands on Hank upset me. She wasn't even cute.
She was the token 'fat girl' on the cheerleading squad. Okay, so she wasn't fat,
but she was thicker than the other girls. And to top it off, she was a total bitch.
I hated the way she talked to Hank and the way she treated him. She was even worse
than Jeff's girlfriend Heather, her best friend.
When Hank saw me, his eyes widened and he looked embarrassed for a second. Then
his expression changed and he looked angry. I lowered my head and looked to the
"Look who's back," Carrie said to me with a sneer. "Where's Cal? You must not be
very good if he didn't even stick around."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Hank said to Carrie as he grabbed her arm and
pulled her away from me.
I turned around so they wouldn't see the hurt on my face and walked over to the
keg. I got a cup and poured myself some beer then went and sat on the ground by
myself. I drank the beer and just stared at the ground. When a big pair of feet
appeared in front of me, I looked up to see Hank standing over me. He sat down next
"Tim, are you okay?"
"Why do they hate me?"
Tears fell down my cheeks and I blushed with embarrassment. I felt like a complete
fool crying in front of Hank. He rubbed my back for a minute.
"I'm sorry, Tim," he whispered.
I took off my glasses and wiped my face. "It's okay," I said as I shrugged.
Hank took his hand off my back and wrapped his arms around his knees. We sat there
in silence for a couple of minutes. I finally sighed. My head was bowed down to
the ground and I couldn't even bear to look at Hank.
"Maybe she's right," I said quietly. "Maybe I wasn't any good."
"What do you mean?" Hank asked quietly. "Was he the first guy you...?"
I nodded. Hank didn't say anything.
Carrie was yelling from across the yard.
"You'd better go," I said to Hank.
Hank stood up and started to walk away.
"Thanks," I said quietly.
Hank stopped in his tracks for a split second and then continued on without looking
back at me.
A few minutes later, Jeff and Heather found me and said we were leaving. I stood
up and felt dizzy and almost fell down.
"God damn it, Tim. I told you one beer. If Mom and Dad find out you're drunk and
I get in trouble, I'm gonna kick your scrawny little ass."
I followed Jeff and Heather out to the Jeep. We dropped Heather off and then headed
home. We quietly snuck into the house and I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth
and went to bed.