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 your feelings."

"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 hard.

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 him.

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 back.

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 back.

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.

"Hello, Tim."

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 peeking out.

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 place."

"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 you."

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 it.


"Hello, Tim. This is Carlo."

"Hi, 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."

"You're welcome."

"I guess I'll see you at the gym on Sunday?"

"Yes. But maybe I like to see you tomorrow night."

"Oh. Okay."

"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 little odd.

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 thick shots.

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.