Chapter 26: Tim
When I got back to school in January, I made an appointment with an academic adviser
to make sure my plans would work. I was going to have to take a pretty heavy load
in spring to graduate early, but she helped me get everything figured out. At the
end of the fall semester in December, I'll be a college graduate.
Carlo called me a few times and left me messages. I changed what time I went to
the gym so that I didn't run into him, which really sucked. I was going later now
and I was always really tired when I got home. But I didn't want to see him and
I didn't want to go when it was busy. He eventually stopped calling.
I started looking for an apartment. The apartment complexes were too expensive for
just me. I did find a house that was divided into three different apartments. The
top apartment was going to be available at the end of the year. I arranged with
the owner and current renter to look at it. It was tiny; basically a small bedroom,
a bathroom and a living room with a small kitchen area. It had its own entrance
off the back of the house up a flight of stairs. There was also a place for me to
park my jeep. It came furnished with a desk, a full size bed and a couch. I called
Dad and he arranged the rent and deposit with the owner and I signed the lease.
When we checked out of the dorm at the end of the school year, I helped Matt and
a couple of his frat brothers to move his stuff to the frat house. Then they helped
me move my stuff into my little apartment. Matt hugged me and I hugged him back
and we held on to each other for a moment. We both knew that this was pretty much
the end of the line for us. After this, we'd probably keep in touch via Facebook
and that would be it.
I spent the next couple of days getting my stuff put away. I took a couple of pictures
and emailed them to Mom. Mom called me later that night crying that her babies were
growing up and leaving her. Jeff had decided to rent that condo townhouse and was
going to be moving out, too.
"It's going to be so quiet and lonely here," she said with a sniffle.
"What about Dad?" I joked.
Mom sighed. "I suppose I'll have to make due with your father," she said with a
"Well, I'll be back in a few months, Mom. It'll be December before you know it.
So don't get any ideas about converting my room into a craft room or a home gym."
Mom laughed. "I can't make any promises, Tim. Especially if your dad hears the home
"A home gym?" I heard Dad calling out in the background.
Mom and I both laughed.
"I love you, sweetie. I'm so very proud of you."
"Thanks, Mom. Tell Dad 'hi' for me."
The spring session was pretty brutal. I basically had a full class load crammed
into half the time.
The worst part of the spring session is that I turned 21 in May and no one really
noticed. Mom and Dad sent me a card and called me that night.
"Happy birthday, sweetie!" Mom said as I answered the phone.
"Happy birthday, Tim," Dad added from the other line. "You got any big plans tonight?"
"Um, no, not really. Everyone is kind of busy I guess."
"Tim, I hate that you're down there by yourself on your birthday," Mom said. "I
wish we were there."
"I was thinking that I'd just make myself a nice dinner and have my own party,"
I said, trying to sound happy for their benefit.
"The next time you come home, we'll make it up to you, son," Dad said. "We'll throw
you a big barbeque."
After talking to Mom and Dad for a while, I hung up and got dressed. I got in the
jeep and drove to the store and bought stuff to make spaghetti, a small cake from
the store bakery, and a six pack of beer. Hank liked Heineken in the glass bottles,
so that's what I got. I made spaghetti and drank a beer and then had a piece of
I tried to be positive, but I felt lonelier than I had in a long time. For the first
time in ages, I went to bed and cried myself to sleep.
The next day, I got two cards in the mail. One from Jeff and one from Hank.
Jeff's card had a half naked cowboy on it holding a cake in front of his crotch.
He scrawled "Happy 21, bro" inside.
Hank's was a goofy "Happy 21st birthday" card and it made me laugh. He wrote inside
the card: "Tim, Happy 21st. Have a drink on me. Hank" and inside was
a $10 bill. I smiled and put the money in my wallet and placed the cards on the
table next to Mom and Dad's card.
The summer session wasn't as bad since I only had two classes, but by the time I
finished, I was wiped out.
I had two weeks before the Fall semester started, so I went home to spend time with
Mom and Dad. Unfortunately, Mom, Dad and Jeff all had to work, so I was pretty bored
during the day, but I did get to lounge around the house. I was very happy to sleep
in and not worry about getting up for classes or studying.
I spent a few evenings at Jeff's house. It was pretty nice and located fairly close
to Dad's office. It was a town-house style condo, so it was narrow and had three
floors: a garage and utility room on the bottom level, the main living space on
the second, and two bedrooms on the third.
He had the end unit so he only had one neighbor. He kept it surprisingly neat and
clean, but it was pretty spartan as far as the decorating goes. The walls were plain
beige and he had hung not a thing on any of the walls. He had a 42" flat panel TV
in the living room. Yeah, you could step into the house and instantly know that
a straight bachelor lived here.
We hung out and drank beer and ate pizza one night, just us brothers. I only drank
half of my beer, but sitting on the couch at his house drinking with him made me
feel like a grown up.
On another night, he invited me over to watch a Tigers baseball game with a group
of his buddies. I knew a couple of them because they worked for Dad with Jeff, and
I knew his old buddy Jasper from high school.
One of the guys was Nate, the owner of a landscaping company that Dad subcontracted
to a lot of the time. The past summers, I worked with Nate some when I was gophering
and then later when I was helping Dad do quotes, invoices and pricing. Nate also
showed me how to read the landscape diagrams and what all the symbols meant so I
could plan out the costs.
Nate was a little taller than me and kind of lanky. He was really rugged looking,
sporting a thin and patchy beard that really could have used some shaping. He wasn't
ugly, but he certainly wasn't handsome. He was really tan from being outside a lot.
He had a ball cap on his head at all times and sometimes I wondered if he was going
bald under there.
Jeff had ordered a ton of wings from one of the local restaurants and I picked those
up on my way to his house. Everyone started eating and drinking before the game
started and the drinking continued throughout the game. I had one beer, but then
switched to Coke. I got up to go to the bathroom, but there was someone in there,
so I went to the one upstairs. I closed the door and unzipped my jeans and started
to go when the door opened and Nate came in. He kicked the door shut behind him
and stood next to me at the toilet.
"Sorry, I really gotta go, Tim."
He fumbled for his zipper and pulled his dick out and started pissing just in the
nick of time.
"Oh, fuck," he sighed. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he poured
a loud heavy stream into the toilet.
By now I had finished, and I stood there staring at his penis. It was cut and it
was fat with a pink color except for the darker colored ring of his circumcision
scar. I knew I need to stop looking and get out of there, but I couldn't move.
Nate's stream slowed and then finally stopped. I watched him shake the few stray
drops off the end.
"You want it, Tim?" he whispered.
I looked up at him in horror, embarrassed at being caught looking. He was staring
at me and he nodded down towards his dick. I looked down and he was squeezing and
stroking it with his right hand and it was getting bigger.
"I should go," I whispered. I zipped my pants up and stepped towards the door. He
moved and blocked the door and then locked it.
"I won't tell your brother. No one needs to know."
I looked down at him and he was now fully hard. It was short and fat and stuck straight
out from his crotch. He was holding it at the base, slowly wiggling it up and down.
I swallowed nervously. Nate put a hand on my shoulder.
"I know you want it, Tim. Don't be shy. Go on. Suck it for me."
He gently put pressure on my shoulder and I dropped down to my knees. He was holding
it by the base with his right hand. His left hand rested on his hip and I noticed
the gold wedding band. What the hell was I doing? I should tell him to 'fuck off'
and get out here. But I didn't.
"Yeah, that's it. Go for it, dude," he whispered.
I took his fat dick in my hand. He was about 5 inches long and really thick. I licked
the head and swirled my tongue around the ridge, then took him in my mouth.
He hissed, "Yeah, suck me off, buddy. Oh, fuck, I need it bad. It's been so fucking
I bobbed my mouth and hand on him while using a good amount of suction. It didn't
take him very long to get there.
"Dude, I'm gonna come."
I kept going and it swelled and hardened and began pulsing in my mouth, filling
it with warm liquid. I swallowed and then backed it out of my mouth. I squeezed
it with my hand and wiped away the last drop that appeared on the head with my thumb.
I let go of his cock and grabbed his belt and waistband and pulled myself up.
He pushed his softening penis back into his jeans and zipped up.
"Thanks, Tim. That was one of the best blowjobs I ever had."
"You promise you won't tell anyone, right?"
"We can both keep a secret, right?"
"Yeah. I won't tell anyone."
He smacked my butt, unlocked the door and left. I washed my hands and rinsed out
my mouth and double checked that I didn't have any stray drops on me or anything.
I flushed the toilet and headed back downstairs. Everyone was into the game, so
they didn't seem to notice that I was even gone. I casually sat back down in my
chair and took a big gulp of my Coke.
I felt a little shame at doing something so slutty. But we were both adults. I was
single and I was lonely. It was kind of nice to be wanted.