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Date: Tue, 17 Jan 1995 21:25:49 UTC
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Here's a story I wrote a coupla years back - part true, part fiction.
Anyone in the UK into making it more true...


                        TIMMY by Stefan
                        ---------------

I'd not seen Timmy for four years. He was a half-Chinese kid, four
years younger than me, who lived nearby. The last time I'd seen him he
was a cute 13 year-old desperately trying to be big. He would brandish
knives or start playing with packets of cigarettes. But however hard he
tried, people would still ruffle his hair and, despite his scowling,
tell him how sweet he was.

I'd always been attracted to him. I'd see him outside on his bike.
Brown hair, round face, olive complexion. Tight Lee jeans, Adidas
trainers and a grubby Nike sweatshirt. In the summer he'd ride around
in a pair of tight shorts. As he'd crouch on his bike to suddenly
accelerate, you could see the shape of his firm buns.

He was too young though. We used to swap computer games. One time he
came round to get a new batch, wearing his new American Football shirt.
As I stood next to him, explaining the keys for the latest shoot-em-up,
I eyed his young, hairless, slightly muscular torso through the mesh. I
wanted to touch, but no. He had to experience his sexuality in his own
time.

His family then moved away. To Scotland. Sometimes I'd think of him as
I masturbated in the shower. Wondering what he'd be like now. As the
milky spunk would fall in the basin, to be washed away by the falling
water, I'd always regret I would never be able to take my lust further.
He'd be straight anyway. With his fascination of weapons and a growing
interest in girls.


The phone call came completely out of the blue. Timmy had an interview
at the local polytechnic I attend. Could he stay the night? At first my
parents thought no: they would be in Manchester at a conference. I said
it was okay, I could look after him. Eventually it was settled.

I looked forward to seeing him again. How would he have changed. Four
years could only have flawed his perfection. I was wrong.


He stood at the front door. His smart interview suit, purchased by his
mother the previous week, starting to get the better of him. His collar
was now undone, his tie at half mast and one of the turn-ups
collapsing. But what a body! I was envious. Six foot tall, slim, buff.
His face slightly longer, but the same grin.

"Can't wait to get out of this stupid suit, Stef".

I tried to stop trembling as I showed him up to my room. He was
sleeping in my bed for the night, I was in my parents' room. I watched
as he ripped off his jacket and tie and slipped out of his shoes. "I'll
leave you to it," I said as he opened his bag to get out fresh clothes.
I had to leave before the bulge in my sweatpants got too noticeable,
though I would have loved to have stayed.

I went downstairs and got a couple of Cokes out of the fridge. Tim was
a while upstairs, but when he came down. Shieeet! He was wearing a pair
of black nylon Adidas running shorts and a matching athletic vest. A
boy after my own heart. They showed off his body so well. His gorgeous
hairless chest. His long legs. His firm butt. His...

I wanted him so badly. Was he deliberately trying to turn me on? I
didn't think he knew I was gay. Maybe it was just cos it was a hot day.
He'd always liked sportsgear when he was younger. What was inside those
shorts? There was something about his smile when he came down, though.

I tossed him a can. We began to talk about this and that. How the
neighbourhood had changed since he'd left. The people who'd moved in.
We got onto computers and the latest games. I suggested I showed him a
few of the latest batch I'd got for my new machine. We went upstairs.

I stood next to him as he battled with the remake of the original
shoot-em-up with 16 million colours, 2 million levels and stereophonic
sampled sound. The memory came flooding back. The beautiful light brown
skin. Those shorts. I'd resisted last time. I put my hand on his
shoulder. It was warm and smooth. I could feel his muscles tensing as
he battled with another wave of aliens.

"Is that an approach?"

"I, erm..."

"Cos I remember the effect I had on you when I was younger. But you
never took advantage. I respect you for that. This time, though, I'm
ready."

The tune for another level played.

I touched his side through the split of his vest. Such lovely, tender
flesh.

Another clutch of aliens hit the dust.

I knelt on the floor. Slowly I pulled down his shorts, to reveal the
cutest bum I'd ever seen. Not a spot or blemish, just a fine down
covering. I cupped the shape of his right buttock in my hand.

The aliens circled on the screen ready for attack.

I moved round to his front. A beautiful prick, darker than mine, lay in
a bed of brown pubic hair. It was rising with Tim's rapid pulse. I
stroked it with my tongue, helping it on its way to its full size, till
the foreskin peeled back to reveal the shiny, purple tip. I took it in
my mouth and began to stimulate it further. I became lost in a dream as
I pleasured it.

A volley of shots filled the screen.

Tim climaxed. The warm cum shooting fast into my mouth. I pressed my
tongue against the piss slit, trying to slow down its flow. That cum
sure tasted good. I sucked every last drop from his dick. I didn't want
to lose any of it.

A victory jingle came from the computer. "Congratulations, you are now
through to the next round."

I suggested we made a move to my parents bedroom. Tim picked his shorts
up off the floor and followed me through the door.


"Now I guess it's my turn," he said as he entered the room. "Let me
undress you." I held up my arms as he pulled off my T-shirt. "Taking a
bit more exercise these days I see." I gave a sarcastic smile. He fell
to his knees and pulled down my sweatpants. "Looks like your dick wants
to escape!" I stepped out of them onto the shagpile. With slightly
shaking hands he pulled down my skimpy black Hom slip. There it was in
front of him now, slightly stiffened.

With his tongue he slowly licked from the root to the tip. I shivered
with the sensation. Still not fully erect and already I only came just
short of shooting my load in his face. I fell back on the bed. Again he
licked, from root to tip. Gently he tongued just beneath the tip. Then
back to my tightening balls, the pubic hair glistening with saliva. Tim
took me in his mouth. I held his head, as he nuzzled in my crotch. I
couldn't last any longer...

He seemed surprised as suddenly his mouth began to fill with milky
spunk. He spluttered and it ran down his face. But he was soon back in
control, finishing his work on my member. He wiped the cum from around
his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned.

"Come up here!"

Timmy joined me on the bed. All I wanted to do was hug him. To have him
nearer me. We kissed on the lips, Tim still a bit reserved about such a
show of affection. I held him tightly, feeling my freshly erect penis
prodding at his. I began to gently caress him. His body felt so
perfect. Hardly a single blemish on his smooth young torso.

I kissed his neck and began to move slowly down his body. Kissing and
licking his pecs, his firm tummy, his side and now his back. Stroking
its contours, feeling its shape. I came to his buns and moved in on his
anus. Gently holding his cheeks apart with my hands I tongued gently
around it. Short stabs which made him quiver. I prodded at the
puckered-up hole with a finger, teasing its entrance.

I fumbled on the bedside table for the KY.

"What ya doin'? I, er, I mean I don't want to go too far this time if
you know what I mean," he stammered.

"It's okay, only when we're both ready," I reassured him.

I squeezed some KY onto my forefinger. Then back once more to that
opening. Gently massaging the sensitive surround. I pressed my finger
against the hole. Slowly it pushed through the barrier. I twisted it
around, spreading the lubrication.

"Uuhh!"

Tim was now spreadeagled on the bed while I sat at his side. I ran my
left hand down his back. My right hand was still busy, feeling,
probing, massaging a new place. Would another finger go in I wondered.
I partially withdrew the first, and slid in the second alongside.
Three? No, leave it there this time.

"I never knew I could be so responsive there," breathed Timmy.

With a squidge, I withdrew my fingers.


"My turn", he said. "Think I'm gonna give you a long, slow, painful
hand job first. It's a trick I learnt from my cousin.  Turn over, hands
above your head!"

I lay on my front.

"How you gonna get at my cock then?"

He didn't answer. Instead I found my wrists being tied with what felt
like my T-shirt.

"Hey, whattaya doin?"

No reply. I could probably get out of them if I tried hard enough, but
I was intrigued. Tim sat on my legs. I squirmed. I felt what must be my
sweatpants tighten in a knot around my ankles.

Tim kissed me on the cheek.

"Happy?"

He turned me over. There I lay, helpless. Hands tied above my head,
ankles tied across each other so my legs were open. And there in the
middle of it all, my vulnerable meat.

Timmy took my cock between his palms, massaging it gently till it was
tall. He lifted a leg over and sat on my chest, facing away from me. I
tried to see what he was going to do, but couldn't.

A hand closed around my member. Ever so slowly it worked its way up and
down. Third orgasm of the night is never fast, and this one felt like
it would be even longer. I felt I would go flaccid again, when
suddenly, wow! A rapid fire burst of action. This is it, I thought,
then just as suddenly it was back to the slooooow strokes.

I wanted to touch Tim's back. I wanted to follow the line of his spine
with a finger, but I couldn't. Uhh! Another rapid fire burst. I closed
my eyes, relaxation was the only course open to me.

The cycle of long, slow strokes and short, fast ones continued. I could
feel the low, deep sensation of an orgasm in the making.  Tim somehow
sensed it to. The fast strokes got more careful. Just as I seemed to be
nearing an orgasm he'd fall back, leaving me just on the brink.

The beautiful pain was getting unbearable.

"Let me come, Tim, I can't wait any longer!"

I was left on the permanent edge of an orgasm. The feeling was there,
but he wouldn't let me climax. I'd never experienced anything like it
before...

Finally, he couldn't hold me back any longer. His hands still pumping,
I shot my load. I felt a heel pressed underneath my balls. I groaned a
long, deep groan. Sweat dripped down me. This had to be the best wank
I'd ever had.

Timmy moved over and knealt beside me. White dribbles of jism were
sliding down his chest.

"Good?"

"The best", I smiled.

"Want me to let you go now?"

"Yeah, I'm getting cramp."

He untied my wrists. I shook my arms, a little stiff, but OK. Then off
with the sweatpants tieing my ankles. Tim wiped the cum off him with my
T-shirt. Hmmm...


We leant back on the pillows, shoulder to shoulder.

"I never guessed being with another guy could be so much fun."

"Course it can. Just need the right guy," I joked.

"I wanna play some more tomorrow. Not had so much fun since I was a
small kid."

I pulled the duvet off the floor and we snuggled down. I was knackered,
but Tim was still in the mood for playing around. He smoothed his legs
against mine and caressed my side. Gradually I dozed off, dreaming
happy thoughts.


I woke at eleven. As always seemed to happen, the duvet was totally
skewed from where it was the night before. Timmy was lying across me,
his face on my chest. The duvet, meanwhile, was on the way to the
floor, stopped only by one corner being trapped under Tim. The heating
had assumed we'd left for work, no wonder I was cold - and awake.

I stroked Timmy's back. He was so beautiful. I felt the contours of his
body, the vertebrae of his spine, his perfect, olive skin. He slumbered
on. I tried to pull the duvet over us both again, trying not to disturb
him. I couldn't... quite...

A hand reached out and rubbed an eye.

"Wozzatime?"

"Just gone eleven. Howya feelin'?"

"I'm fucked," he yawned.

He lay back, taking his time to wake fully.

"I could do with a shower, you coming?" I enquired as I climbed out of
bed. I steadied myself on the door.

"Gimme a minute or two"

I went to the bathroom. As I emptied my bladder I thought maybe we
could share a bath instead. More fun. Maybe the bath first, then a
shower to rinse off. I couldn't decide. I flushed the toilet and turned
on the bath taps.

I sat on the edge watching the water level rise. Then slowly I eased
myself in. Too hot. Always happens. No matter how you set the taps.
Better not put too much cold in, the second body had yet to take the
plunge.

Tim wandered in, still sleepy.

"Come on in, the water's lovely."

He stepped in and sat down. My cock was erecting again already.  It
reminded me of being given a bath with my sister when I was tiny. "Ooh
look, you're thing's gone all stiff. What's it done that for." "I don't
know. It does that sometimes." I remembered my mum smiling but saying
nothing.

Timmy washed the sleep out of his eyes. "Feel a bit fresher now... You
up already?" He nodded towards my dick.

"Fancy a wanking competition" I smirked. Another old memory.  There'd
be several of pumping away under the bridge on the disused railway line
after school in the second year. Winner got their hand up Maria's
skirt. I was always more interested in looking at the other boys.

"Huh?" Tim queried.

"See who can come first and who can shoot furthest."

He followed me as I sat on the edge of the bath, feet in the water.

"On your marks..."

"Hold on, you've got an unfair advantage. Let me get a stiffy first!"

He was nearly there anyway. "Get set, go!"

There we sat, legs open, frantically pumping away. I loved watching
other guys masturbate. Each knows the best way of pleasing themselves.
Tim was going for the finger and thumb around the tip, I prefered to
use the whole hand.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, Uhhhhh"

Tim's cum shot across the water. I could feel the orgasm building in my
balls. I squeezed tight on my penis. Out it came, flying onto the
tiles.

"One all, I think"

"I guess so"

He flopped back into the water, stringy globules of spunk now floating
around below the surface.

I joined him, lying between his legs, head on his shoulder. He put his
arms around me.

"I love you Stef"

"I love you too Tim"

He picked up a bar of soap from the stand and began to slowly wash me.
First my chest, then my arms.

"Sit up, I can't do the rest of you!"

I knelt before him. He took the soap and began to build up a lather
around my crotch. Then slowly he began to wash my dick. He peeled back
the foreskin and began to wash underneath, then down to the root,
gently around my scrotum.

"Never seen someone else's jewels in close-up before yesterday!" he
joked.

Next, my back, then down to my buns. I felt a soapy finger penetrate my
anus, gently massaging in and out. He moved off again, down my legs,
and around each individual toe with the bar of soap. He did a better
job than I usually did.

My turn. Tim handed me the soap. It sped away, rebounding off the side
somewhere beneath him. I tried to find it beside him, slipped and we
both ended up in a tangle of limbs.

"You did that on purpose" accused Tim, looking up at me.

"I didn't, honest. You've got a thread of, er, spunk across your hair."

He dipped his head underwater, most of it had gone from his spiky hair
when he resurfaced.

"Come on, I'll wash you now"

Tim knelt up in the water as I began to wash him from top to toe. He
scrunched up his face as I soaped his nose. Then down his neck and his
taut pecs. Down his back and onto his cute, firm buns. Onto his thighs,
I could kill for those thighs.

"Let's get rid of this old water" I said as I pulled out the plug.
"Time for a hose down!" I took the shower and hit Tim straight in the
face with the spray.

"Hey!" he complained and splashed me back. He reached out to try and
get the shower head. The force of the spray hit him again. "Right,
that's it!" I was hit by a volley of splashes before he grabbed me and
we collapsed, wedged side by side in the bath.

"Sorry" I said. The last of the bath water gurgled down the plug hole.
"I'll be more gentle this time." The shower head was spraying my
crotch, making me rise again.

We both stood up and washed each other down in turn. I could see a
large puddle had grown on the floor. Bathtimes hadn't been so messy
since I was a toddler.

"Come on now, better get dried. My fingers are starting to go
wrinkled."

I stepped out of the bath and onto the sodden bath mat. 

"We gonna dry each other too?" Tim queried. I think he was getting a
bit bored with equality.

A nice fresh chunky white towel from the cupboard. A young Chinese man
standing dripping on the floor. Another chance to touch his beautiful
body. I wrapped the large towel around him and began to wipe off the
water.

"My mum's gonna complain that I didn't wash when she finds my towel
still dry. And if I tell her I used one of yours she'll complain too.
If I do okay with the exams, it'll be nice to get away."

I left Tim rubbing at his hair with the towel while I dried myself. He
didn't want to take up my invitation. Only fair I suppose. I mopped up
the remainder of the puddle with the bath mat and hung it over the bath
to dry. Tim opened the door and headed towards my room.


"Ooooeee!!! What's this in the back of your underwear drawer?"

He'd found my secret collection. Ever since the Sixth Form I'd been
gathering together exotic briefs and swimwear. Tiny G-strings, jock
straps, sexy french micro-slips in cotton & Lycra, silky thongs,
leather pouches... It now stood at around a hundred - difficult to hide
from my mother if it hadn't been for the fact that most were so tiny.

Walking into the room, Tim was rummaging through them on my still made
bed.

"Like this one," he said, picking up a tiny black G-string. He stepped
into it, re-adjusted his hairless sac to fit it cosily and admired
himself in the mirror. He reminded me of a cute Thai boy I'd once seen
in a documentary about Bangkok's sex industry, dancing under the
coloured lights in a gay bar. What a waste...

"Think I look okay?"

"You look great!"

"Where d'you get all this from?"

"Picked it up gradually from various shops and mail-order. Much nicer
than M&S Y-fronts."

"Try telling that to my mum... what else ya got?"

Tim rummaged through some gorgeous Hom slips and picked one to try on.

"Think I'll start wearing these instead of boxers. Hey, whaddya look
like in this?" he asked, handing me the black G-string he'd just taken
off. I slipped it on with a grin. He smiled at me in the mirror as I
gave him a whirl.

"Yumm-eee!"

I could feel my dick trying to erect.

"I've got some other interesting stuff in the cupboard," I said.  He
came over, straightning out the soft cotton tanga he was now wearing.
Our warm bodies pressed against each other as we examined the treasure
trove's contents. Tight three-quarter length flake-gray leggings - they
were nice. A few football strips: Liverpool, Arsenal, AC Milan,
Germany. Don't like football much, though I can go for young guys
running around in sexy jerseys and shorts. I was in love with Gary
Lineker when I was younger.

Tim pulled out a pair of knee-length wetsuit pants.

"Try them on, they feel really nice next to you," I volunteered.

He slipped out of the briefs and chucked them back on the bed.  He
pulled the blue Neoprene pants up, then pushed his penis snug into
place. Wasn't there something in the Joy of Sex about someone who had
taken up scuba diving as he found the gear a turn-on? I could quite
understand why!

"They're nice and cool," said Tim, watching his body in the mirror.
"Squash yer balls a little bit though!"

I slipped on a pair of shiny black Lycra leggings with a pink stripe
down the side. To top it off, a crisp white Reebok T- shirt.

"Cor, I like you in those. They give you a really sexy bum!" grinned
Tim.


Slowly the bed began to fill up with clothes as we posed for each other
and for the mirror. Eventually we exhausted the collection and lay back
on the bed. Me in a Liverpool strip, Timmy in cycling shorts and
half-cut top.

"Here, have a present." I handed him a yummy pink Lycra thong I'd
noticed him admiring earlier. It was one of my favourites, but his
smooth, olive-coloured body carried it off so much better.

"Aww, thanks! I'll wear it home tomorrow. Keep me feeling sexy on the
train back north."

"What would your mum think of all this I wonder?"

"She'd be bringing out the big wooden spoon to hit me round the earhole
I guess."

"More like a garden fork."

"Nah, try to castrate me with the Magimix!" he giggled.

"Come on, let's clear up some of this stuff."

We cleared the debris off the bed and floor and went downstairs for
something to eat.


I still couldn't keep my eyes off him as we sat in the kitchen munching
bacon sandwiches and slurping on orange juice.

"Fancy some sunbathing this afternoon?"

"Yeah, looks like it's gonna be hot. Damn hot! I'll need to borrow some
swimming trunks though," he smirked. Then "I don't suppose you've got a
spare pair?" in an unconvincing voice, having seen around 10 earlier.

"I might just have, I'll have to look," I responded dryly.


Having finished we went upstairs again and Timmy chose a pair he liked.
A nice skimpy pair with a rubbery feel to the outside and soft cotton
inside. I picked my usual all-black tanga. I began to strip off,
watching Tim as he did the same. I could almost have fucked him there
and then.

I grabbed a few magazines and then stopped by the bathroom for a couple
of towels and the sun lotion. Tim spread out the towels in the sun and
we sat down.

"Here, let me do you first," he said, motioning towards the bottle of
sun cream. He squeezed some into his hand and began to smooth it over
my back.

Uh, oh. How could I manage to keep an erection down? I don't know about
you but I always find sunbathing an extremely erotic experience.
Several times whilst sunning myself in my favourite part of Hyde Park
I've almost creamed myself. No stimulation - just lying there on my
front. I have to run around for a bit to cool down...

I could see I was in serious danger of having the same problem today.
Still, at least it was in the privacy of my own garden. Well, apart
from Mrs Jacobs who was always busying around her overlooking house.

Timmy finished his work, gently massaging my tummy, and handed me the
bottle. I began work on his back, smearing the cream over his soft
skin, watching the small bubbles vanish under my fingers. Then around
his neck and shoulders, the tops of his arms and his chest. Glancing
down I noticed a certain stiffness in his trunks. I wasn't alone.

"Who's that cross looking hag peering at us," enquired Tim.

"Mrs Jacobs. Real pain she is when you want some privacy in the garden.
Ignore her." I closed the bottle. "There ya go. Tim looked even more
gorgeous all oiled up.

We lay down next to each other on the spread-out towels. In front of
us, a pile of magazines. I grabbed a copy of MixMag and started
skimming through to the reviews, while Timmy investigated what was on
offer.

"Applied Pyschology Today? Bit boring isn't it?"

"Turn the first page."

"Ooohh..."

Inside was a copy of Euroboy.

"Cor, I like him!"

Mrs Jacobs peered over the fence at the bottom of the garden again. She
was too far away to see that what Tim liked was a cute blue-eyed and
blond German boy. There always seems to be a much larger supply of
beautiful gays on mainland Europe than there is in the UK. Just look at
some of the uglies you see in Vulcan. If you ever get doubts about your
looks or penis size, that's the magazine to cheer you up!

I watched Tim as he slowly turned the pages, taking in the sights. A
teenager showing off his pride and joy while reclining on a rock in
some deserted countryside. A black kid with a massive dong, perched
precariously atop a stepladder. The stuff dreams are made of.

"You seen many gay mags before?"

"Nope. Difficult to get hold of where I live. I've got just a few
Mayfairs and H&E's hidden away in my room. And H&E's only good if you
go for middle-aged guys," he giggled.

"You may as well have that one."

"Thanks." And he leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek. I could
hear a tut-tutting from Mrs Jacobs. Fucking bitch.

We lay soaking up the sun. Chatting about this and that and doing a bit
of lightweight reading. Meanwhile, we could hear Mrs Jacobs still
pottering around in her garden and keeping an eye on us. Occasionally
coughing loudly when we touched.

"Why don't we really give that stupid hag something to get upset
about," whispered Tim. "Let's do a strip!"

He stood up. "Well, I think I could do with an all-over tan," he
exclaimed in a loud voice. There was a slight rustling at the bottom of
the garden.

Ever so slowly, Timmy began to lower his trunks, showing his butt first
and then turning round and gradually exposing his olive member. I
wasn't so sure about this idea. I had to live here! Still, at least he
was flaccid...

"Come on, you now," he whispered out of the corner of his mouth. I
knelt on the towel and more matter-of-factly removed my trunks, all a
tingle with my outdoor nakedness. A door slammed.

We lay down on the towels again, showing off our asses to the afternoon
sun.

"That got rid of her," smirked Timmy and went back to his copy of The
Face. I wasn't so sure of his mode d'emploi personally, having visions
of her calling the police.

The hot sun felt good on my white little butt. There was a click and a
hand reached over and began to massage sun lotion over it. I could feel
it running down the crack, the cool liquid touching my hole. I moved my
legs further apart, glad that my member was squashed against my stomach
as it began to fill. I closed my eyes and emitted a small groan.
Paradise.

"So what about me then?"

A different kind of groan. I took the bottle from Tim, squeezed some
into my hand and smoothed the cream into his beautiful, perfect
buttocks. I lay down again, head on one side, smiled at Tim and closed
my eyes.


I awoke when the water hit me. A large mass of icy, cold water thrown
from a bucket. My first thought was Mrs Jacobs, but as I turned round
there was Tim, bucket in hand, laughing his head off.

"Thought you might... need... cooling down," he struggled to get out
between laughs.

"You bastard!"

He held up my necklace. "Missing something?"

I lunged at him, bringing Timmy to the ground on top of me. I tried to
get on top as he squirmed and wriggled underneath. From the look of his
boy cock he was enjoying this. He held the necklace tight in his fist,
while trying to push me off with the other hand. We slithered against
each other, my wet hair dripping into my eyes. Good job Mrs Jacobs
couldn't see this from the windows of her house or she'd be convinced
she had stumbled on some sordid act of rape, rather than the playing of
a couple of big kids.

Eventually I got control and sat on his tummy. I could feel my heart
pounding away. One more struggle and I had one hand around each of his
wrists. Tim looked up at me, breathing heavily. Little beads of sweat
on his body were sparkling in the sun and his hair was sticking damp on
his forehead. I loved guys who looked like that.

"Which hand?"

Both were tightly clenched.

"Left."

The hand opened. "Wrong."

I grabbed his right hand and prised the fingers open one by one.  A
glint of gold, then the necklace was mine once more.

"Well that was fun wasn't it!"

A sudden look of worry came over his face. "Shit, what time is it?"

I got off Tim and peered at the clock through the kitchen window. "Just
gone quarter past five."

"Arghh!!! I've gotta get the train from Euston at six."

"You go get changed, I'll start clearing this lot up."


As I bundled the wet towels into the washing machine in the kitchen,
Tim came down. All smartened up in a clean pair of Puma sweatpants and
a crisp white Adidas T-shirt.

"Well, thanks for having me. I really enjoyed it. You'll have to come
up to my place sometime when the 'rents are away. Maybe we can go a
little further..."

"Sure, that'd be nice."

"Oh, and thanks for the..." He pulled down one side of his sweatpants
to reveal the pink Lycra thong.

"You're welcome. Just one last Kiss?"

I persuaded my tongue into his mouth and we began French kissing. Then
Tim broke off and headed for the door.

"Seeya!"

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