Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2001 07:32:55 -0400
From: Lee Schenk <jlee0442@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Tim - Chapter 3

Subject: (M/M, M/B, oral)

My Tim

The following is the third chapter of "My Tim." The
story is completely fictional and contains explicit
descriptions of sexual activity between a father and
his young son. The story contains no violence,
and all sexual activity is with the complete
consent of all the persons involved. Anyone who is
offended or otherwise disgusted by this kind of
material should read no further. The author welcomes
any comments about this story or his writing style.
However, if all you want is to condemn me, don't
bother.  I ask you why are you in Nifty and this
particular story area if you aren't interested
yourself.  So forget the flames.  However,
constructive suggestions are welcome. Send to: Lee at
jlee0442@hotmail.com

Chapter 3 -

One hot, muggy Tennessee summer day when Tim was five, he and I were taking
advantage of our seclusion and doing our nudist-thing by the back yard pool.
  We'd had our lunch, playing for awhile afterward to let our food digest
before we went for a swim in the pool.  Afterward I coated us once again
with sunscreen, and Tim played with his trucks and GI Joe while I took a nap
in my lawn chair.

Drifting between sleep and waking, I heard Tim giggle, "That's my Dad over
there in the chair.  He's asleep, Mister."

"Well, would you go wake him please, little boy," I heard a sexy, baritone
voice say. "I need to get his signature for this package."

"Daddy, a man wants you to sign something," Tim chirped as he shook my
shoulder.

I opened my eyes and muttered, "Thank you, Tim," as I eased myself out of
the lounge chair and stood up.  I then saw this amazing man.  I'd guess him
to be 6' 2" at the very least with nearly black thick hair, fair skin, and
mesmerizing green eyes.  This guy gave new meaning to tall, dark, and
handsome!

"Uh, can I help you," I stammered as I took a step toward him.

His eyes shifted from my naked crotch to my eyes as he muttered, "Oh, yes,
sorry.  I need you to sign for your package, I mean this package.  I'm from
FedEx."  He blushed and tried to glance away from me.

"Of course, I'd be happy to," I reached out to take the clipboard and the
pen and noticed his beautiful eyes glued once again to my crotch. "I'm
sorry.  It's just Tim and I here.  This place is so secluded that we hardly
ever wear clothes when the weather is so nice.  Let me slip into a pair of
shorts."

"No, please, don't," the man hastily said and then blushed again. "I mean,
don't do that on my account.  It's just so unusual to find someone in the
nude."

"Well, I don't want to make you uncomfortable." I said politely as I signed
for the package and handed his clipboard back to him.  God, I loved the
sound of this guy's husky voice and I couldn't get enough of his beautiful
eyes.

"No, I'm not uncomfortable," he smiled at me, teeth gleaming white,
sparkling in the sun.  This guy was too good to be real.  He belonged on the
silver screen. "In fact, the truth is I'm jealous of you.  Today is so
miserably hot and muggy, and I'd give anything to be naked and in a pool
like yours.  I'm glad someone is comfortable.

"Well, why don't you take advantage of it.  Tim and I won't tell anyone.
You can have a refreshing swim while I get you a ice cold beer.  We have
plenty of towels you can dry off with, and then you can be back on the road
refreshed."  I can't believe the opportunist I was, trying to get this
Adonis out of his clothes.

"You don't know how tempting that offer is, but I've got so many deliveries
to make before I get off at 6 that I just don't have the time.  If I did,
I'd certainly take you up on it."

"Well, I'm sorry you can't now, but what about after work?  The day isn't
going to get any cooler, and, I think, neither are you."

"It sure is a tempting offer.  My apartment has no air conditioning right
now, and I don't remember ever being this uncomfortable."

"Then it's settled." I smiled and extended my hand, "I'm Jim Moore and this
is my son Tim." Tim stood by my side smiling up at this handsome man, so I
tousled his tow-head as I introduced us."

"I'm Greg Catton," he took my hand and shook it firmly.  We held on just a
fraction longer than we needed and looked deeply into each other's eyes.
Then Greg dropped my hand and reached out for Tim's hand. "Glad to meet you,
Tim."

"Me too," Tim giggled as he shook Greg's hand, "Will you come swimming?"

"Oh, no, Tim.  Your father is a very generous man, but I'd be imposing."

"No you wouldn't," Tim exclaimed.  "We want you to.  Don't we Daddy?"

"Yes, Tim, we certainly do."

"But what about your wife?"

"There is no wife, Greg.  It's just the guys here, and one more would be
great fun.  Plan on coming back after work.  I'll grill some steaks; we can
swim and keep cool."

"You're being too nice.  You don't even know me."

"Did you ever think maybe we want to get to know you?  It's always nice to
make new friends."

Without hesitating, Greg smiled broadly, "And I'd like to get to know both
of you, Jim."

"Then it's settled-steaks, beer, swimming, and getting to know each other
better tonight after you get off work.  There's just one thing."

"What's that?" Greg asked.

"As you can see, we don't wear swim suits here.  Will that be a problem for
you?"

"Yeah," Tim chirped in, "we never wear suits and you can't either."

Greg laughed, "Well, I think that sounds cool.  So I accept."

"Goody, goody, goody, Greg's coming swimming tonight," Tim ran happily back
to his trucks.

Greg looked me in the eye and whispered softly so Tim wouldn't hear, "I do
have to be honest, Jim.  I can't swear that something a bit embarrassing
might come up if I'm naked around you guys." Greg looked down at his crotch
and then back at me and raised his eyebrows.  "You know what I mean?"

"Yes, Greg, I do know what you mean," I smiled at him.  "Frankly, you and I
both know with guys things come up all the time at unexpected moments.  It's
just a fact of a guy's life.  Tim is used to it.  I must confess I'm very
open and up front with Tim about anything, nothing is off limits, especially
the human body.  I want only truth and openness with him.  I refuse to bring
him up with Victorian values and stupid guilt complexes. Now if that's a
problem for you, I'll understand."

"Jim, I have absolutely no problem with that.  In fact, I salute you for
being so straight forward. I will be here just as soon as I can after work."
  Greg took my hand again and said, "Thanks, Jim. I'm looking forward to
tonight."

"I am too, Greg.  I am too!"

Greg called over to Tim, "Bye, Tim, keep that water cool for me.  I'll be
back tonight and we'll swim together."

"Bye, Greg." Tim yelled and waved as Greg rounded the house and headed for
his truck.

I sat back in the lounge chair and Tim hurried over and piled on my lap,
giving me a hug.  "Greg's nice, Daddy."

"Yes, he sure seems to be Tim."

"Daddy, will Greg swim naked like us."

"Those are the rules."

Tim looked up at me and gave me a wicked grin, "Good, I want to see his
dicky."

I laughed out loud at Tim's honesty, "So do I, Tim, but you have to
remember.  You can look, but you can not touch.  You know what we said about
no one knowing about the touching games we play.  It is our secret.  And you
must never touch anyone else."

I know, Daddy," Tim sighed exasperated, "but you know I like to look.  I
like dickies."

"Well, that's okay, but I just need to remind you about not touching or
saying anything about us touching.  I don't want you to forget."

"I promise, Daddy, I won't forget.  Can we do some touching now?  I'm tired
of playing with GI Joe and trucks."

"I thought you'd never ask, my little love," I grinned as I reached out and
took his soft cock and balls in my fingers.

So Tim and I played our touching game, and he licked up all my cum
afterwards, not missing a drop.  Tim even had his own little dry orgasm.
Afterward I picked him up, carried him to the screened in porch, and lay
down on swing with him on top of me, and we took a nap together.

Over the next couple of months we saw a great deal of Greg.  He loved
fishing, hiking, and swimming, so he joined us a lot.  He was great with
Tim, who really seemed to love Greg.  I have to admit, my feelings for him
grew rapidly as well, so it wasn't long before Greg and I became lovers.

One fall evening after I put Tim to bed, Greg and I watched a football game.
  After the game we spent sometime enjoying each other.  Greg had a long,
thin cut cock I loved to suck.  Greg was propped against the headboard of my
bed with his hairy legs spread wide.  I was in my favorite position between
his legs nursing on his delicious cock, when Greg yelled, "Oh shit!"  He
pushed me away quickly covered his crotch with a pillow.  "Oh, Jesus, Jim,
look," he hissed and pointed at the door.

I looked over and there stood my naked son playing with his hard little
cock.  I don't know how long he'd been there.  I hopped out of bed,
whispering to Greg as I did, "Don't freak out, Greg.  It'll be okay.  Just
stay here until I get Tim back in bed."

I walked over and scooped up my sweet son and carried him back to his bed,
"What are you doing up, Tim?" I ask nonchalantly as I hugged him to my naked
body.

"I woke up and I heard Greg and you making funny noises, so I came to see
what you were doing.  You had Greg's dicky in your mouth, Daddy."

"I know, Tim.  Greg and I love each other and we were playing touching games
like you and I do.  Sometimes when men play those games, they do other
things besides touch.  One of those things is for one man to suck on the
other man's dick.  That's what I was doing to Greg." I explained as I lay
Tim on his bed and covered him his Star Wars blanket.

"Were you trying to get Greg's love juice?"

"Yes, I was, Tim.  Greg has very good love juice, and that is how I like to
get it."

Tim pondered this a little, then he looked at me with a tear in his eye, "Do
you love Greg more than me, Daddy?"

I gathered my son in my arms and hugged him to me, "Tim, I could never love
anyone more than I love you.  You are my very life, my little love.  You are
the most important person in the world to me."

Tim hugged me tightly and I rocked him gently until I felt him relax, giving
himself back to sleep.  Knowing Tim as I do, I was sure tomorrow he'd want
to explore oral sex on his own, but for tonight he was asleep.

I headed back to the bedroom and found Greg partially dressed and sitting on
my bed his head in his hands.  He looked up as I came in, the words rushing
from his mouth, "Oh, God, Jim I didn't know he was there.  I don't know how
long he was there.  He saw what we were doing.  Is he okay?  Jesus, I don't
want to mess the little kid up.  He's so sweet."

I went over and sat down by Greg, putting my arm around him.  "Don't worry,
Greg.  Tim is fine.  He's back asleep now and he won't be hurt by what he
saw."

"But your were sucking my cock, Jim!"

"I know.  He wanted to know why I had your dick in my mouth.  I told him the
truth.  I told him when two men loved each other, they did things to each
other and one of those things was for one to suck on the other's cock."

"And that didn't upset him?"

"Greg, he's five years old.  He doesn't know the prejudices of the world
yet.  He knows I will answer any of his questions truthfully, so he accepted
what I said.  The one thing that bothered him was the fact I said when two
men love each other.  He wanted to know if I loved you more than I loved
him.  That was his worry.  I'm sure he'll have other questions about oral
sex, but I don't think it's anything I can't handle."

"Geez, Jim, you are so good with him.  It just amazes me that there is a
father in the world like you.  You're so calm and loving and open.  Tim is
one lucky little dude."

"Thank you, Greg.  Hearing you say that means a lot to me."  I hugged him
close and then I said mischievously, "Hey, I think we have some unfinished
business.  Get those clothes off.  I haven't gotten my dessert yet.  I need
some Greg whipped cream!"

Greg shoved me away, laughing, but headed over to the door, closed it, and
locked it, dropping his shorts to the floor, his dick at half-mast.  "Okay,
you sex fiend, get ready to suck some serious cock."

Greg hopped on the bed and resumed our favorite position, waving his cock at
me.  I climbed back between his thighs, taking his 7 and a half inch rod in
my hand.  Looking up at Greg, I said, "Just for now, I'll leave the door
locked, but that is something I never do and won't again, Greg.  Tim is
always welcome in my room, no matter what I'm doing.  I won't have any locks
between the two of us.  I hope you can live with that."

Greg caressed my face tenderly.  "I don't know how I feel about that, Jim.
I'll have to think on it, and I promise I will.  But right now, please suck
my cock.  I need it so badly."

"You got it, lover."

For the moment I lost myself in the raw lust of making love to Greg's cock,
and he soon rewarded me with a mouthful of his tasty cum.  He then returned
the favor and we cuddled quietly for a short time before he dressed and
left.  After he'd gone, I wondered what he would ultimately decide, but that
was something I had no control over.  Whatever it was, I had to be true to
Tim and the way I planned to raise him.

Smiling to myself, I went to Tim's room.  I gazed lovingly at my sleeping
boy-no, my sleeping lover.  Gently I crawled in beside him and cradled his
nude body to mine.  Perhaps I should have felt guilty about Tim seeing me
sucking Greg, but I didn't.  Actually I was glad.  I knew that in the
morning Tim's and my lovemaking would take on new dimensions.  Honestly I
had to admit to myself this was exactly what I wanted.  I longed to taste
every inch of my son's sweet body, but I promised myself earlier that I
would never instigate any aspect of our sexual explorations.  Yet, I knew my
little boy and his inquisitive, sexual nature.  The image of me sucking on
Greg's hard cock would trigger his curiosity which wouldn't be satisfied
until we'd both explored each other's bodies with our mouth and tongue.  No
matter what happened between Greg and me, tomorrow would be an exquisite day
in my life.

I awoke with the early morning sun streaming in the window.  Tim was curled
up on top of me, his head on my chest.  I nuzzled his blond tow-head and
gently stoked his little back and bottom, amazed at what a perfect creation
he was-so soft, so gentle, so loving, and oh so beautiful.

Soon Tim began to stir, rubbing his whole body against my chest and stomach.
  He rubbed his sleepy eyes and raised his head, looking at my smiling face.

"Good morning, sleepy head," I grinned.

"Morning, Daddy," he yawned.

"Want me to get out of your bed so you can sleep some more?"  Tim has never
been a boy to wake up quickly.

Tim flung his arms around me as far as they would go and hugged me tightly.
"No, Daddy, stay here.  I want to feel us touching."

"Okay, my little love, that's exactly what I'll do for just as long as you
want.  I love you, Tim." I kissed him once again on the top of his head. I
felt his little cock stiffen and rub against my belly. "I think someone
loves me too."

"Yes, Daddy, I love you lots and lots!"

"That makes me very happy, my little love," I cupped his smooth bottom in my
hand and pressed down causing him to get more friction for his rubbing dick.
"How does that feel?"

"Mmmm, so good, Daddy." His little foot moved around until it touched my
hardening cock. "You're dicky is getting stiff too, Daddy."

"Of course, it is, Tim.  It loves you too."

Tim looked up at me questioningly, "Daddy, can we do what you and Greg were
doing last night?"

"Of course, we can, Tim.  But don't you think we better go pee first?  I
don't want you peeing in my mouth when I suck you."

Tim hopped right up out of bed and then turned back to me, "Can I suck your
dicky too, Daddy?"

"Absolutely, Tim.  We'll both suck each other's and you'll learn a new way
of loving."

"Yeah!" Tim jumped up and down in happiness, "I'm going to suck Daddy's
dicky.  Hurry up, Daddy, let's go pee.  I want to suck you."

I jumped out of bed and took Tim's little hand, "And I want to suck you, my
little love."  We hurried into the bathroom, but both had a bit of trouble
peeing with our cocks so hard.

As soon as we shook the last drop of piss off our slightly softened dicks,
we hurried back to Tim's bed.

"Now let me suck on your dicky, Daddy," Tim begged.

"Soon enough, my cock hungry little love.  Let Daddy show you first what to
do." I gently pushed Tim down on the bed and began to kiss and lick his
face, neck, chest, and nipples, slowly working my way down to his rigid
pricklet, which was laying flat against smooth abdomen.  I raised his arm
and licked in each arm pit, causing him to squirm and giggle.

When I licked his little nipples, they became rigid and he sighed, "Ooh,
that feels good, Daddy."

"Just wait until you feel it on your dick, Tim.  That's even better."

He pushed his hips up against my chest.  "Then, do it, Daddy.  Please!  Suck
my dicky."

I lowered my head and lightly flicked my tongue against just the tip of his
little cock head.  I heard his gasp as his dick jerked involuntarily.  Then
I licked my way down his shaft and gently laved each of his tiny balls,
finally taking them both in my mouth and giving them their first mouth bath.

He began to buck his hips forcefully, instinctively trying to push them
further into my mouth. "Ooooh, Daddy, that feels good!"

I dropped his balls and took his pricklet in my fingers, pulling it away
from his body.  Then I licked all around his bald pubis, savoring his boy
scent.  Slowly I began to take his little dick in my mouth.  First, his tiny
cut helmet, laving it all around with my tongue and pushing my tongue into
his pee hole.  Then, I slowly sucked all of his stiff 2 inches into my mouth
and began to suck him in earnest while I played with his bald balls and
rubbed his smooth chest and belly.

It seemed amazing a five year old could moan in lust, but that was exactly
what my little love was doing as I sucked his young cock.  He squirmed and
moaned, took his hands and grabbed my head and began to buck his hips,
fucking my mouth.  I let him have his way.  I could tell his orgasm was near
as he increased his fucking motion.  I sucked harder, using my tongue to
heighten his pleasure.  Tim's body first became totally rigid; an intensive
shudder ran through his small frame; his eyes rolled back in his head; and
then his body went completely limp.  Realizing this was the most intense
orgasm of his young life, I scooped him up, cradling him in my arms.
Tenderly I kissed his sweet face, murmuring my love while caressing his
body.  I worried if this had been too intense for a boy so young.

It seemed like hours to me, but in a matter of minutes, Tim's blue eyes
fluttered open.  He looked up at me and smiled weakly.  The poor kid was
totally exhausted, but I could see only happiness in those eyes.

"Daddy," he whispered, "I love you."

"And I love you too, my sweet boy.  Now just rest with Dad, and we'll sleep
awhile.  We can talk later."

"Okay, Daddy."  His little eyes closed and he was instantly asleep.

I hung on to my little boy as gently yet as firmly as I could.  At that
moment I wanted us to mesh together and become one, so we would never be
apart.  I knew the day would come when Tim would lead a life separate from
mine, but now I prayed that God would grant us many years before that
happened.  I was amazed at the infinitesimal love I felt for this little
miracle--my Tim.


There will be more with Tim.  After all he has to learn the get the "love
juice" he loves straight from the source.  I'll try to get the next chapter
done more quickly.  Thank you to all who have written with encouragement.  I
appreciate so much your kind comments.