Chapter 22: Tim
After finishing my second year of college, I was so glad to be home for
the summer. I wasn't so excited about working with Dad, but it wasn't too bad now
that I wasn't doing as much gophering. And I actually kind of liked spending time
with Dad. Plus he paid me better than I'd make anywhere else.
But the best thing was that Jeff was getting out of the Marines active duty and
was coming home in July. He was going to enroll in the local community college and
take some business and project management night classes and probably get an associate's
degree. While he did this, he was going to start working with Dad.
When he finally came home, we had a little party for him. A couple of his old friends
from high school came, plus some of the guys from work. Jeff snuck me a beer when
Mom and Dad weren't looking and he had more than a few himself.
I was standing with Jeff and his friends drinking and listening to them talk. When
he wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled up my shirt and pinched my stomach,
I was mortified.
"You need to hit the gym, little brother," he said with a loud laugh.
I elbowed him in the gut and pulled my shirt down and stomped off. He came up and
apologized for embarrassing me.
"I'm sorry I embarrassed you, Tim. I was trying to be funny. I didn't mean to hurt
"It's okay. I know I'm... whatever..."
"You still look good, Tim. But, you know, if you want me to help you get rid of
your little love handles, I'll help you."
Jeff put his arm around my shoulders. "Sure. Come to the gym with me and I'll get
you back into shape."
So I started going to the gym with Jeff four days a week, usually in the evenings
or at night. He showed me how to use the treadmill for cardio and then showed me
some strength exercises. He had me run through a set of different exercises with
dumbbells, such as bicep curls and shoulder presses, and told me how to alternate
between 'push' and 'pull' exercises. We also did core strengthening, which I hated.
Especially the squats.
The first time I saw Jeff in the shower after working out, I felt so self-conscious
and inadequate. It had been a long time since I had seen him naked. I looked down
at my body and then at his and wondered how we could even be related. Obviously,
I took after Mom and he took after Dad, but still.
Jeff's upper chest was covered in brown fur that formed a trail down his body to
his pubes. He had pecs and abs and every other kind of muscle. Not to mention a
big swinging cut cock hanging between his legs. He definitely wasn't as big as Hank,
but he put my little thing to shame. I'll bet he was at least 7 inches when he was
I still no body hair on my torso except for the small tufts of dark blond hair in
my armpits and above my dick. At twenty years old, I looked down at my body and
realized that this was all I was going to get.
By the time I was back to school for my junior year, I had lost the extra fifteen
pounds and even started showing some definition in my chest and arms.
I thought I'd have to give Jeff the jeep back, but Dad sold Jeff his old Ford F150
for a steal and then bought a brand new F150 with the extended crew cab and dual
back tires. I don't know why he needed an enormous truck like that, but I didn't
care. I was really happy, because I really liked driving Jeff's jeep.
Matt and I had moved to a new dorm in the middle of campus, but he was practically
living at the frat house. If he wasn't with Amy, he was there. I hardly ever saw
So to occupy my time, I decided to keep up my exercises and go to the gym at the
athletic center. I called Jeff and wrote down what he wanted me to do. The first
time I went was around 7:00, and it was kind of busy. I just did the treadmill and
then went back to the dorm to shower. The second time I went after 9:00 and it was
much, much less busy. So that time I did all of my circuit like Jeff told me. I
relaxed under the hot shower afterward, got dressed and headed back to the dorm.
After a couple of weeks, I noticed this guy watching me. He looked Latino, possibly.
Tall, dark and handsome as they say. He had a shaved head, but black eyebrows and
goatee and moustache. He was wearing a black tank top and running shorts that looked
a tad too small for him and showed off a nice bulge. He was built big, but not huge
like a bodybuilder, and his chest stretched the fabric of the tank top and curly
black chest hair peeked out in all the right spots. He smiled at me and I smiled
I noticed him a few more times over the next couple of weeks. He was really working
out his body and he always smiled at me when he saw me.
One day I walked to the weight rack and grabbed the 15's and sat back on the bench
to do my first strength exercise. I think Jeff called it inclined bench press. I
was supposed to lean back and lift the weights 12 times.
As I sat down on the bench, the big Latin guy came over.
"Can I give you some suggestion?" he asked me with a slight accent. Sexy.
"Hold like this. Start here and then lift to here," he said as he put his hands
on my arms and showed me what I was doing wrong. His hands were warm and calloused.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot. My brother was helping me over the summer."
"Ah. My name is Carlo, by the way."
"I'm Tim. Nice to meet you."
I shook his hand and then I did the 12 reps like Jeff told me, doing them the way
Carlo showed me. Carlo then had me do 'pull downs' and then showed me a couple more
things with biceps and triceps. I thanked him and then repeated everything three
times. After that I did the treadmill for 20 minutes and then went to take a shower.
He was still working out when I left and he waved to me on my way out and I waved
Almost every day for the next month, he came over and gave me pointers and helped
me and showed me what I was doing wrong. He also gave me a few new exercises to
add to my routine so that I wouldn't get bored doing the same ones over and over.
He said that it was better for my muscles not to do the same thing every time.
One Friday night I finished my weights and treadmill and went to the locker room
and got undressed. I stepped under a nice warm shower and got rid of the sweat.
I turned to see Carlo step up to the shower head right next to me. His eyes moved
up and down my body and he smiled.
"You look good," he said. "Keep it going and you'll look like this someday."
He smiled and I rolled my eyes and said, "Yeah, right. I don't have the right genes
to look like you."
He laughed and ducked his head back under the hot water and closed his eyes. I took
the opportunity to look at his naked body. The water was matting down the hair on
his chest. He had huge arms, nice defined pecs and abs. He was naturally tanned
except for a lighter square trunk-shaped area around his mid-torso, obviously covered
by a skimpy bathing suit. Speaking of mid-torsos, he had a fat uncut dick hanging
on top a set of big balls. I looked up at his face and his eyes were open and he
was watching me. I blushed and turned away, turning my back to him.
I was so glad that I didn't get excited looking at him. I quickly finished rinsing
off and shut the shower off and grabbed my towel. I went back to my locker and dried
off. I pulled my clothes out and started to get dressed.
As I pulled my briefs on, I heard a noise and looked up to see Carlo with a towel
wrapped around his waist. He crossed his arms and leaned up against the lockers
next to me.
"You have plans tonight?" he asked me.
"Um... n-n-no, not really," I stammered like an idiot.
"Maybe I take you out to dinner then. I meet you outside."
He said it as a statement instead of a question and I was a little bit taken aback.
He didn't give me a chance to say 'no'. I watched him walk off to his locker and
I pulled on my jeans and t-shirt and threw on my zip-up hoodie. I grabbed my gym
bag and hurried out of the locker room and waited for him by the water fountain.
I wasn't sure if it was good idea to go out to dinner with him. He was definitely
flirting with me. If expected that I was going to sleep with him tonight, that wasn't
going to happen. No way.
He came out carrying a gym bag and was dressed in tight blue jeans and white short-sleeved
button down shirt. He had a couple of buttons open and I could see his furry chest
He smiled when he saw me and we walked out together to the parking lot.
"You have a preference for dinner?"
"Good. I know where to go."
I was shocked when we walked up to a new Lexus sports car. The truck popped opened
and he took my bag and put it in with his. He opened the door for me and shut it
when I got in. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he asked me about my family
and I told him about Mom, Dad and Jeff as he drove through streets, a little too
fast for my comfort. But he handled the little car like it was an extension of his
body and that was pretty impressive.
We pulled into a nice French restaurant and stopped the car at the valet. The valet
opened the door for me and I stepped out.
When Carlo joined my side, I whispered to him, "I don't think I'm dressed for this
"You're fine. I know the owner. We have a private table."
He put his hand on the small of my back and we walked inside and walked up to the
bar. Carlo quietly spoke to the bartender, who disappeared for a moment. A couple
of minutes later, a very attractive Frenchman walked up to us. He was a tall, thin
man with salt and pepper hair. He appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties.
He hugged Carlo warmly.
"Phillipe, mon ami," Carlo said. "This is my friend, Tim. Tim, this is Phillipe."
"A pleasure," Phillipe said and shook my hand.
"It's nice to meet you, sir," I said with a smile.
Phillipe escorted us back through a private room that was closed off for the evening
to a table in the back corner. Phillipe held my chair for me and put my napkin on
my lap when I sat down. He left us with menus and gave Carlo a wine list.
"Carlo...," I started. "Um... I'm a little bit overwhelmed. I mean, I've never been..."
"I don't mean for you to be uncomfortable, Tim. Would you like somewhere else?"
"Well... No, I just... I, um, I don't think I can afford this, and I don't want
to embarrass you."
I looked down and fidgeted with my napkin.
Carlo smiled and reached his hand across the table and lifted my chin up with his
finger. "Do not worry. You won't embarrass me. Just do what I do. You want me to
order for you? You like chicken?"
I nodded. When the waiter arrived, Carlo ordered for the both of us and ordered
two glasses of wine. I was surprised the waiter didn't ask for my ID, but I guess
they knew Carlo was a friend of the owner.
During the course of dinner, I found out a lot more about Carlo. His name was Carlo
Rodríguez and he was from Spain. He was 24 years old and came to the U.S. for school.
He was majoring in paper engineering and was in his senior year. His father was
a politician in Spain and his mother stayed at home. I guess they must have some
money, which explains how he could afford the nice car and the nice restaurant.
He rented a room in a house with three other guys. He told me that he wasn't comfortable
with them to let them know he liked men. I told him how my roommate Matt was my
best friend since junior high and he's known about me since high school.
Dinner was absolutely delicious. Afterward, we had coffee and we shared an apple
tarte for dessert. It was easily the best meal I ever had at a restaurant. I told
Phillipe so when he came by to check on us. When the bill came, Carlo insisted on
paying for it all. I was relieved because there was no way I could afford it. It
would've wiped out a couple weeks of my budget.
After dinner, we drove back to campus. As he sped down the road, I looked at Carlo
and smiled at him. He glanced at me and smiled back. I couldn't help but be impressed
by him. He was exotic and handsome and sophisticated. When we got to campus, Carlo
found a parking spot on the side of my residence hall. He shut the car off and turned
off the lights.
"Did you have a good time tonight, Tim?"
"Yes," I answered honestly. "Everything was very nice. Thank you so much."
"I am pleased you enjoyed yourself. May I have your phone number? I'd like to call
He handed me his cell phone and I programmed my name and cell phone number and gave
it back to him. He took the phone from me, his fingers lingering on mine as I passed
the phone to him. His hand moved up behind my neck and pulled me close to him and
our lips brushed against each other. I closed my eyes and he kissed me, insistently
but still gently. It was an open mouth kiss, but he made no effort to use his tongue.
He pulled away and I smiled at him.
He got out of the car and pulled my gym bag out of the trunk. I got out and took
my gym bag and he wished me goodnight. I waved at him as I walked around the corner
and into my dorm.
That night when I laid in bed, I thought about my date with Carlo. Tonight was like
a real, big city, grown up date and I had a great time. I then felt a pang of guilt
because I had loved every date that Hank and I went on when I was in high school,
even if was just to Wendy's.
My thoughts were interrupted by my cell phone. I flipped the phone open and answered
"Hello, Tim. This is Carlo."
"I wanted to check and make sure you made it to bed okay," he said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, I'm in bed now. Thank you again for tonight."
"I guess I'll see you at the gym on Sunday?"
"Yes. But maybe I like to see you tomorrow night."
"Good. I call you tomorrow afternoon. Goodnight."
We went to the movies Saturday night and had a good time. I insisted on buying my
own ticket, but Carlo bought two drinks and a large popcorn for us to share. He
had his arm on the back of my chair the entire movie. When he dropped me off, we
kissed for a bit in his car before I went inside.
Over the next two weeks, I saw him at the gym and we went out on on the weekends.
The third Saturday after our first date, we went out to a nice restaurant again.
When he drove me back to the dorm, he parked and we started kissing again. We were
kissing with tongue by now, but tonight he was very insistent. He slipped a hand
under my shirt and ran it up my back as he started kissing my neck and then my jaw
up to my ear. He licked my ear and whispered, "I want to come up to your room."
I nodded and we got out of the car and headed around to the front. We walked up
the stairs to the second floor where I lived and walked into my room. Matt was not
home of course. It was Saturday night; he'd be spending it at the frat house.
"Well, this is it," I said with a smile.
I sat down on the bottom bunk and he sat down next to me. I looked up at him and
he bent down and kissed me. He pulled my glasses off and put them on the nightstand
next to my bed. Before long we were laying on our sides facing each other making
out. Our hands roamed up each others' shirts and we rubbed our chests and nipples.
Carlo pulled my shirt off and kissed, licked and sucked on my nipples and I ran
my hands around his shaved bald head.
"Oh, Carlo," I whimpered.
Carlo's hand moved down my body to my jeans and he squeezed my dick. I grabbed his
wrist and tugged it away.
"Carlo, I don't know if I'm ready for--"
Carlo pressed his palm onto my breast bone and pushed me onto my back. His hand
quickly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. A quick tug and they were down
around my knees along with my underwear. He went back to sucking on the base of
my neck as he took his fist and grabbed around my shaft and jerked up and down.
The sensation was too much. It had been so long since someone else touched me, I
couldn't hold back.
"Oh, god... I'm gonna..."
Carlo sped up his movements and I fired several shots onto my chest and stomach.
I laid there panting until my breathing evened out. I sat up, but Carlo pushed me
back down. He got up out of the bed and grabbed a washcloth off my dresser and walked
into the bathroom I shared with my suite mates. He came back with it warm and damp.
He wiped me up and dropped it back onto the floor.
We laid there together for a while and he started kissing me again. He took my hand
and placed it onto his crotch. I could feel it through his jeans. It was hot and
big and hard as steel.
He rolled onto his back and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He pushed
them down to his ankles and kicked them off, then pulled me to him. I laid on my
side next to him and kissed him. He took my hand and put it on his dick. I wrapped
my fingers around his thick member and I looked down at it in my hand. I ran my
hand up and down, sliding the foreskin along his shaft and head.
He was thick. Maybe even little thicker than Hank. He wasn't as long as Hank, but
six and three-quarter inches was still pretty big. It was a slightly darker brown
color than the rest of his skin and the head was purple and swollen and wet from
the pre-come he was leaking. His bush was neatly trimmed, which I thought was a
Carlo's breathing quickened as I stroked him off. I sped up my hand movements and
his nuts started pulling up. He grunted and his legs tensed and his toes curled
and he bucked up his hips as the first jet of come blasted out and laid along his
chest and stomach in a thick white rope. It was followed by several more equally
I slowed my movements as he relaxed into the bed and panted.
"Oh, Tim, that was so nice."
I got up and got the washcloth and wiped my hand off. I went into the bathroom and
rinsed it off and warmed it up and wrung it out. I walked back into my room and
wiped down Carlo's chest and stomach. He smiled and winked at me and I blushed and
tossed the washcloth into my dirty clothes basket in the closet.
Carlo kicked his jeans and socks off the bed onto the floor. He crawled under the
sheet and blanket and held out his hand to me. I got undressed down to my underwear,
took his hand and got into bed with him. He spooned behind me and pulled me tight
to his strong, hairy chest. I relaxed into him and we both fell asleep.
I awoke early in the middle of the night because I had to pee. The body behind me
and the arm around me felt so nice and warm I didn't want to get up. I kissed Hank's
muscular bicep and smiled to myself.
"Hank," I whispered.
I suddenly realized that it wasn't Hank in bed with me; it was Carlo. I shook my
head trying to get rid of the feelings of guilt and betrayal and I squinted at the
clock. It was just after 4:00 AM. I got up out of bed and looked up at Matt's top
bunk. Empty and still made, of course. I tip-toed into the bathroom and went pee.
I flushed and washed my hands and returned to bed. Carlo was sitting up and he stood
and went to the bathroom to take care of his business. I crawled back under the
warm covers. Carlo returned and climbed into bed with me. He moved on top of me
and he kissed me. I looked up at him and ran my hand over his shaved head. He moved
us so that he was laying on his back and I was on top of him. Carlo kissed me and
our tongues explored each others' mouths.
"Your mouth is so good, baby," he whispered.
He put his hands on my shoulders and then nudged me down. "Suck it for me, baby
boy," he whispered.
I took his half-erect penis in my hand and pulled his foreskin back. I swirled my
tongue around the head and when Carlo nudged my head, I took it into my mouth. He
quickly swelled to full erection as I worked him with my mouth and tongue and hand.
Carlo groaned his appreciation as I bobbed up and down his shaft. Within five minutes
he was grunting and coming in my mouth. My mouth filled with his thick and creamy
load and I had to swallow three times.
I laid down next to Carlo who had his arm covering his eyes and was mumbling, "So
good, so good..."
I smiled and laid my head down on his shoulder. It was really nice being so intimate
with someone. I didn't love Carlo, but he treated me good. I snuggled closer to
him. He wrapped his arm around my back and his breathing pattern changed and I knew
he was asleep. I closed my eyes and eventually joined Carlo in sleep.