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Author: Beebob. bo dot be dot th dot st at gmial dot com (translate yourself).
Saturday morning arrived bright and early, and as I had gone to sleep early along with Timothy, I also awoke early, before Timothy. Being a man having to do what any man have to do in the morning, I went to the bathroom and had my morning piss. What a relief. After my morning piss I went back into bed and cuddled up with Timothy. I spooned him and draped my arm over him slightly cupping his weenie and ballsack. We lay like that for about half an hour before Timothy slowly awoke. I pretended that I was still asleep so he could make his own mind up on whether he liked it or not. As I had already noticed, he too had a morning woodie, and after he wriggled out of my embrace - while I was still "asleep" - he returned to the bed and snuggled up to me again, himself draping my arm over him. Now I knew that I wasn't the only one who liked to cuddle.
About half an hour later I thought it was time to get up: "HELLO SLEEPYHEAD" I yelled more or less directly in Timothys ear causing him to jump up like someone had prodded him with a cattle prod.
"What are you doing? You almost caused me a heart attack!" Timothy exclaimed.
"Nope - you are too young to have a heart attack. But you are not too young to get a thorough tickle by tickle-master George." And with that I set about to tickle poor Timothy all over. Even when he complained that he was going to pee I could contradict him by saying that he had already peed half an hour ago, so it wasn't likely. I started at his feet - of course. They got a good tickle before I moved up his legs and paid special attention to the inside of his knees. From there I moved up his thighs giving him a few good "horse-bites" before I switched to start from the top - his head. All over his skull, moving down to the ears and the nose - including blowing up each of his nostrils - before caressing his lips with a single little finger.
From there I went down to the neck to "strangle" him for a little while before I continued over his shoulders and flipped him to lie on his stomach and gave him a gentle rub down along with a game of "what do I write on your back". Then I flipped him back to lie face up and started tickling his armpits and his sides for a while.
Next came his nipples, before lavascing my attention on his belly. Gently stroking the belly skin with the tip of a finger gave him goose bumps all over and caused his balls to crunch up in a very little ballsack. Next point of attack came when I lifted his legs up and placed his anckles on my shoulders, which gave me access to gently stroke up and down his crack and putting a very slight pressure on his puckered hole.
Then I let his legs down - but spread out wide - and gave all my attention to his weener and sack.
Gently up and down the sides of his short shaft and around the balls.
It all came to a finish with a light peck on first his weener, then his belly button, each of his nipples, his nose and finally on his lips - ever so gently. Then I lay down next to Timothy, saying nothing.
After enjoying the feeling for a little while, Timothy simply said: "Rule number two" (what you do to me I can do to you).
Then he got started doing more or less the same to me. Working his caressing way up from my feet to my thighs and then down from my skull to my belly before concentrating on my crotch and all within. That was when he noticed: "Hey, you need a shave down here."
And of course I had to agree. It had been a whole week since I last shaved, and the stubbs started to be felt.
"OK" I said", "I guess it is time you see me getting shaved down there."
"Normally I do it myself in the shower, but now that you might be willing to assist it might be better to do it here in the bed where there is more room. Will you assist?"
"Oh yes, I would love to" Timothy quickly replied.
I told Timothy to just stay in bed while I got and fetched all the items needed.
A large towel to soak up any debris. A couple of small towels to dry things in between. A bowl of hot water to rinse the shaver. A shaver. Shaving cream.
Having set all things down and ready I turned to Timothy.
"Look here. A shaver is very sharp, and although it is nowadays covered it can still cut if used wrong. NEVER slide it sideways - then you will cause a painful cut. Always use it head on, then it rarely does any damage." With this I showed him on the inside of my leg which way was the right way.
"Next, the tricky part when you do this yourself is to keep the skin tight. Preferably it should be a flat surface that the shaver can traverse. But doing this single-handedly can be quite tough. So if you are willing to help, things will go a lot smoother."
"Help?", Timothy said. "I thought I was getting to do the whole shave."
"Fine by me" i said, "as long as you take care not to cut me."
"Actually, when You said I could see you shave, I went to the supermarket and got the cheepest one - just to see how it worked."
"But I will be very careful and not cut you" he added confidently.
I laid down on my back, and instructed him in applying the shaving cream first around the base of my dick.
"Now, start with the area above my penis. Gently shave from the penis area and upwards. This is the easiest part."
Timothy did as instructed, and soon the area above was as smooth as could be.
"Now comes a sensitive area: around the base of my penis. Gently pull my penis outwards, making the skin around the base tight. Then shave from the penis and outwards - all the way round the penis.
Again Timothy did as instructed. With his small hand he pulled outwards on my dick with his left hand and shaved with his right hand down the side and base - all around the dick.
"You are very good at this" I commented. "Have you tried it before?"
"Nope" he quickly replied with a smirk, "You are my first dick."
After a few more instructions he was allowed to continue with my balls. And he did a splendid job - I can't remember when they where last so smooth - except when I was his age.
Now all that was left was under my balls and my ass.
"How do I shave your hole" Timothy asked before I got around to comment on that he was free to choose whether he wanted to do the ass or not.
"Generally you just move from the middle - that's the hole - and outwards. If a few hairs don'twant to be cut that way you may gently shave along the crack."
I lifted my legs above my head giving him full access to my rectum, and in a few minutes this too was as smooth as the day I was born. Using a small towel to dry off excess shaving cream I applied a moistorising cream I had ready in the bedside drawer and turned to Timothy: "Thanks buddy. This is definitely the best, fastest, gentlest and closest shave I have ever gotten."
"You can shave me any day you like. It was perfect."
"Thanks George. It was fun doing it, and I got to really feel and watch you dick. It was neat."
After cleaning everything up I went to have a shower, and of course Timothy followed me into the shower.
"I also think I need a shower. Will you please wash my back for me?"
"Of course. But shouldn't we start at the top and work our way down?" With that I took the shampoo, squeezed a little into my hand and started massaging his head. While doing this I got a good look at his face. Smooth soft skin all over, ears that only stuck out a little, nose not too big nor too small, eyes with a very slight angle to them and long eye lashes. All in all a very pretty face.
I was done washing his hair and rinsed the shampoo out of it. Then he offered to do mine, but since he couldn't reach, I sat down on the edge of the tub. From there I had a very good look at his penis while he massaged my hair with the shampoo. It too was almost angelic in appearance. As mentioned before, it was about 6 cm flaccid, balls that had just started to grow and fill out the pouch, a slight turn to the left, a foreskin about 1 cm longer than the penis (note to self: remember to inform him to keep cleaning it and exercising it so it is always elastic enough to slide easily over the head).
By now Timothy had finished washing my hair and rinsed out the shampoo, so I grabbed the bar of soap, got a good lather and started gently washing his face, while still sitting on the edge of the tub. I gently caressed the entire face and marvelled at how smooth such skin could be. Next he did the same to me, and included trying to be funny and also clean my nostrils. Next we washed each others arms, and I washed Timothy's back. I had to get up from the edge of the tub for Timothy to wash my back, and afterwards I sat down to do his legs.
"Shouldn't we go from top to buttom" Timothy objected. "That's what you said before."
"I know, but I want to save the best for last, so I will make an exception."
"Ahh, OK."
Sitting down I washed his legs from the crotch to his toes, and I noticed that he started getting a little harder between the legs. After I finished his legs, he squatted down and did mine, and I also started pumping a little more blood to my dick as he washed the inside of my thighs, rubbing the backs of his hands against my balls and occasionally the dick.
Now I got back down to sitting and began washing Timothy's middle part. "Please stand with your legs a little apart, so that I can get around with my hands." As he did so, I grabbed around him with a hand on each side and rubbed his soft buttocks at the same time pushing him a little forward so his penis stabbed me in the face. After a little of this, I released his buttocks and took my right hand between his legs and up to rub in his crack. After a couple of times going up and down the entire crack I focused on his puckered hole. I rubbed my forefinger around the hole several times, and then suddenly I felt Timothy push his hips back a little as if to put some pressure on. So I rested my finger on his hole with just a little pressure and left it up to him to decide the next step.
He pushed back a little more and said: "can you push your finger in a little?"
"Sure" I said, "just a little." And with that I pushed the outermost part of the finger in and against his sphincter. After pushing a little more, I finally got through, and I pushed so about 3 cm were inside him. There I stopped and let him get used to it. "How does that feel?" I asked.
"Nice" he replied, "a little unusual, but not unplesant."
"Fine, maybe we can explore that further at some other time. But working with this is very patient work, so right now I think we should continue with the washing." And with that I pulled my finger out and switched my attention to his penis. With a good lather of soap I cupped his balls with my left hand while I used my right hand to massage his member thoroughly. Then I pulled back his foreskin with my left hand and rubbed all over his head and under the ridge. Thin I rinsed the soap off, I said: "Now, you are so clean I could eat off of you", and then I gave hiss glans a quick kiss. Then I got up from my sitting position, and Timothy got down on his knees to get the right height.
"Now you spread your legs" he instructed, and then he started giving me the same routine that I had given him. First he washed my buttocks, and then my crack, before pushing his whole finger into my hole and rubbed it in and out a couple of times. Then he washed my now completely smoothshaven dick and balls, and he also gave my glans a quick peck.
"So" I said, "what should we do with the rest of the day? It doesn't look to fun to be outdoors, as they have promised showers throughout the day."
"We could play some more WoW, and maybe you can help me with my handstand and other gymnastics. And maybe we could go to see a movie or something" Timothy suggested.
"That sounds like some good options. Lets start with tidying up the bathroom and the bedroom, and then have some breakfast. How would you like some sausages and scrambled eggs?"
"Yeah, that would be great. By the way ... Can we go naked all day?"
"Sure, that is not a problem. However I think you would get into trouble if we went to a cinema all naked. But you are welcome to try" I laughed.
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that. Then can we go naked as long as we are here?"
"Yes, of course. I had planned to anyway. Just remember the rules about cleanliness and using the towels."
"Sure. At least now I am as clean as can be" Timothy claimed.
"That is so very true, you little clean soap bubble" I laughed as I gave him a spank on his buttocks.
...
After breakfast we sat down and played WoW for a couple of hours. First I let him create a new character, so he could get a feeling for the game, and then after half an hour I let him play some different characters that I had created earlier and brought to various levels, so he got an understanding of the progress of the game.
After WoW we just surfed the net for a while, until he suddenly commented on my desktop pictures: "Your desktops are so neat. Where did you get these pictures, I have never seen them before?" "They are all pictures that I have taken myself when I was on vacations. The one you are looking at now is from Scotland, and the one currently on my screen is from Grand Canyon, USA."
"Wow, they are so good. Do you take lots of pictures?"
"Whenever I get the chance. I love to take pictures. It is a great way to remember where you have been and the people you have met. Although I sometimes get too carried away and forget to "Look" at where I am rather than looking for picture opportunities."
"Could you take some pictures of me?" Timothy asked.
"Sure. I would love to. Pictures so that I can remember you, or pictures so you can see how you look to other people?"
"Hmm ... A bit of both I guess" he offered.
"Just a minute" I said, and went and got my trusted Nikon D300, a camera so versatile that I rarely use anything else.
I got in my "director's" role and started ordering him about.
"Sit by the computer and play WoW" was my first order. While he sat there I walked around him snapping dozens of pictures (hurray for digital cameras).
"Now, do the dishes - or at least pretend to." And I walked both in front of him and behind him and snapped a lot of pictures. Then I went and sat on the kitchen counter so I could get pictures of his front while he was "doing the dishes".
"OK. Next, go lie on the sofa and pretend you are watching TV." Timothy was about to get a towel, but I interrupted him: "For once you can go without a towel. We have to keep it good-looking, which is difficult enough with you in the picture." Timothy stuck his tongue out at me - which I also got several nice pictures of.
Once on the sofa Timothy lay down on the side with his head propped up by his left arm, and I got busy taking a lot of pictures from different angles. I even got a few when he - unknowingly - tugged on his weener.
"Now lift your left leg and bend it" I ordered, and I got some more good shots at the inside of his thighs.
"Now lie down on your tummy and place your arm under your head." This got me several cute shots of his smooth round buttocks - both from the his head and from his feet.
"Now, are there any types of pictures you want I should take?" I asked.
"How about some of me doing the split, a balance and the handstand?"
"Sure. But why don't we make a video of this also?"
"Can we? That would be so neat."
I went and got my video camera - a no-name nothing, but it was decent in the light requirements which is why I used it.
"Now, stand on the floor in a straight posture."
As he did so I started the video going and started a "presentation".
"Here, for the first time ever, we will see the fabulous Timothy do his world famous split. May we please have complete silence."
Timothy slowly let his feet slide apart, while I taped it from different angles - including from the floor.
Once he was as far down as he could get, I paused the video and started taking pictures instead. This time I also got several close-ups - both of his weener and his anus.
Then we did the same with his simple balance (stand on one leg with the other horizontal behind you and the torso horizontal in front). This didn't give me any close-ups, but several nice pictures of his whole body.
After the balance we did the handstand. The only problem was that Timothy couldn't really hold the handstand yet. So we ended up fixing two lines of transparent fishing wire 10 cm apart, and then I helped him to a handstand and guided his feet between the two wires so he could maintain his balance. Once there I got several great pictures of his weener that stood out almost horizontally.
"Now, spread your legs at the same time" I directed him. This gave me even better pictures of his weener, the soft spot beneath his ballsack, and his cute buttocks.
"What should we do now?" I asked.
"I don't know."
"How about you get dressed, and then we can take some pictures you can give to your mom?"
"Yeah, that would be great. I will get dressed right away."
"Hold on. Not so fast. I think we should video tape this, so you can see how silly you look when you get dressed. How about that?"
"Yes, we can do that."
"But remember - not too silly. I don't want to tape a monkey - at least not today."
"OK, I will try to remember."
I got him to bring his school clothes into the living room and set them out nicely on a chair, as if he had just taken them off. I then taped him getting dressed - without too much fooling around, and then we set about to take some pictures that his mom would like to see: Timothy doing homework, Timothy doing the dishes, Timothy asking for something with a pleading look in his face, Timothy fallen asleep on the sofa.
"Now, I would like you to take of your clothes again and place them on the chair in the same order you took them on. Then we can make a complete film with you getting undressed, pose for pictures, and then get dressed again."
"How about that?" I asked.
"Sure, what order should I take my clothes off?"
"The same order as you took them off. Jacket, tie, shoes, shirt, trousers, socks and finally your undies."
"Should I take the belt out of my trousers? I usually do so at home."
"Yeah, do that. And try to see if you can make the whole undressing a little sexy - if you know what I mean."
"I think I know what you mean. I will try."
With that I started the video, and Timothy started getting undressed in a sexy way while I taped it all.
First, he unbuttoned his jacket, then revealed his right chest, then his left, and then twirled around a couple of times. With his back to me he slowly slid the jacket down from the shoulders, and then he turned around, let his left arm slide out of the jacket and swung the jacket above his head in his right arm. Then he almost slided over to the chair and hung the jacket nicely on the back of the chair.
Next came the tie. He slowly loosened the knot while swinging his hips from side to side, and then he had the tie all loosened up, and he shifted it from side to side in rhythm with the hips. He pulled the tie all free, swung it between his legs and did a back and forth movement with the hips while pulling the tie the opposite way. After a few turns of this he pulled the tie up front, held one end in each hand and let the middle part slide from side to side inside his mouth.
After placing the tie neatly on the chair it was times for the shoes. There isn't much sexy you can do with shoes, but Timothy chose to turn away from me, bend over and swing his hips from side to side while he undid the laces. Then he stepped out of the shoes, and after holding them up as a bra for a few moments they too were placed by the chair.
Next came the shirt, which was more or less a replica of the jacket. Unbutton, flash the chest, turn the back, lower the shirt and then finish with swirling it above the head.
The belt in his trousers got things speeded up. After loosening the belt with swirling hips, the belt was yanked out very fast and used as a whip in my direction. Thrown over the shoulder it landed close to the chair, and immediately after work began on the trousers. Because it had all buttons and no zipper, Timothy was able to open them in one swift pull, and then he again turned his back on me. He slowly slid the pants down so I could see the top of his briefs, turned around and did the flash right, flash left thing he had done with the jacket and shirt before turning his back to me once again and bending over at the same time as he pulled the trousers down below his buttocks. Flashing his brief covered ass with a swirling motion he pulled the pants all the way down, stepped out of the pants, turned around and stood up with the legs slightly apart and the arms above his head.
After standing still like that for maybe ten seconds, he bent over, picked up the trousers, got back up and placed the trousers nicely on the chair.
There is no sexy way of taking of your socks, but after taking them off he held them one at a time up to his crotch and swung them from side to side like they were a black dick, and then held them up to his nose to sniff them.
Lastly we came to the undies. A pair of plain white briefs - no skid marks. First he lowered them in the left side, pulled them up again, lowered them in the right side and pulled them up. Turned his side to me and lowered the side as far as possible without the pecker jumping out on its own. Pulled back up and did the other side the same way. Turned his back on me and pulled the fabric in between this round buttocks like a thong. Turned back to face me and pulled the fabric up and into the middle so only his weener and ball sack was covered - but covered tight. Again he turned his back on me and lowered the briefs to sit just below the smooth round globules. Then he bend over, giving me a good view of his rosebud. Standing up and turning round again to face me, he once again bent over, and when he raised his body again he held the briefs down, so the pecker popped out into the open. Not much more to do, he wriggled his hips and thighs to let the briefs fall to the ground. He stepped out of them and used one foot to throw them into the air where he caught it with his mouth, threw his head from side to side like a lion pulling a piece of meat from a dead antelope. Still with the briefs in his mouth, he bent over the chair and deposited the briefs smartly on top of the other clothes.
Turning back around, Timothy stood up straight, placed one foot slightly in front of the other and a little to the side, spread his arms wide and took a bow.
As he stood back up I turned off the camera, set it down and gave him a one man applause that must have sounded like the entire Royal Albert Hall after the finishing act of the Last Promenade Concert.
"Did I do OK?" he asked.
"OK? You did marvellous. I had never imagined getting undressed could be so sexy. You are the undisputed world champion of getting undressed.
I will keep this video till the day I die, and whenever I am feeling down I will watch it and instantly get in a better mood.
I am completely speechless."
"For someone who is speechless you talk an awful lot" Timothy objected.
"I know. I often do that. But I am just so flabbergasted I am all beside myself right now."
Next we spent a couple of hours editing the video and selecting which of the - dressed - pictures his mother should have.
When this was done, and I had copied all the other pictures to safe storage, Timothy asked my blankly: "George, can I ask you a question?"
"Always Timothy. You can always ask, and I will do my best to answer as truthfully as I can. What is it you want to know?"
...
"Are you a paedophile?"
"Hmm, that is a good question. I guess it depends how you define a paedophile.
I like to look at pictures of naked boys, and I have long dreamed about pleasuring boys in different ways.
I have even had dreams of boys pleasuring me.
But I have never actually done anything to or with a boy - except yesterday and today with you.
Before this I have never even touched a boys weener.
So now you can decide for yourself, if you would consider me a paedophile."
"I guess that will take a little thinking" Timothy said. "But thanks for being so honest with me."
"As I have said a couple of times, I will always - and I mean ALWAYS - try to answer any questions as truthfully as possible."
"OK. I will let you know once I have decided what I think."
"Fine, but in the meantime, how about dinner? It's almost four, and we need to decide what to do for the rest of the day and evening. Earlier you mentioned going to a movie, which is fine with me, and then we can go somewhere on the way and grab a burger or something."
"Or we can stay at home, watch a movie on Netflix and I can make my world famous homemade pizza with the toppings of your choice?"
"Which will it be, do you think?"
"I think I would like to try your homemade pizza."
"Perfect. I will get the dough started. What are your preferences for toppings?"
"Hmm ... I like so much" he said. "I am not sure which way I should go."
"How about this? I make one pizza big enough for both of us, and then I will make four different zones on it. That way you can have four different pizzas - all in one."
"Can you do that? That would be so neat" Timothy exclaimed.
"Then on the first part I want a regular ham and mushrooms. On the second part I want tuna, onions and anchovies.
On the third part I think some kind of beef with blue cheese and salad, and on the last one I would like ... I don't know, what do you think?"
"I think you have made some excellent choices, but how about instead of blue cheese on the beef, I put bearnaise on that part, and then I make a vegetable part with blue cheese. How does that sound?"
"Ummm - that sounds yummy."
"Indeed it does. But what should we do until dinner time - it is still a couple of hours?"
"Can I see some of the pictures you talked about earlier? The ones with naked boys that you liked to look at?"
"Ehhhh ... Why not ... I guess" I answered hesitantly. This was maybe getting a bit too honest, or maybe it was all innocent on his part. I didn't quite know what to think.
"OK. Come over here" I said as I moved over to one of the laptops set out on the dinner table.
I started up the internal website from my own server that had all the pictures sorted in various folders.
"Here you are. Since we are being completely honest, you can surf around here as much as you like. If you click on a picture, it will come up in a new tab, where you will have the possibility to zoom in and out like you please. Like this" I said as I demonstrated.
"While you do this I will prepare some of the toppings for our pizza."
As I prepared the individual items for the nights pizzas, Timothy browsed through my collection of nude boys pics. Now, apparently was the time for a very serious talk. Timothy started.
"George, earlier you mentioned as the first part that you dreamed of pleasuring boys. How would you do that?"
"Well, mostly it has been about giving them their first orgasm - either by hand or by mouth. If it was reciprocated - that means the boy did the same to me - that was just an added benefit."
"How about the other way around that you also mentioned. How should the boy pleasure you?"
"First of all, it have to be the boy who want to do this favour to me. No pressure or force ANYWHERE!" I exclaimed.
"About the way I should be pleasured, it could be either by hand, mouth or anal. The first two could be in a 69 if you know what that is?"
"No, what is that?"
"That is when you lie opposite to each other - meaning head to crotch for both - and then pleasure each other with hand or mouth. Sort of what we did last night."
"Ohh, OK. And what do you mean by anal?"
"Anal is where I would put my dick in your bottom hole and use it like a man with a woman would use her vagina."
"Ohh - doesn't that hurt?"
"It doesn't have to. Remember this morning in the shower, when I pushed the first digit of my finger up your hole? Just like when you practise the split in gymnastics class, your hole can be stretched to accommodate my dick. Just think about the size of your poo. Isn't it sometimes as thick as my dick is?"
With this Timothy came over, grabbed my dick and gave it a thorough look.
"Yeah, I guess it would be about the same size."
"There you have it. If something this size can come out, it should also be able to come in."
"OK. I think I've got it now. Let me think some more."
And with that he went back to browse through my 50.000 pics of nude boys and a few pics of boys in the middle of a sexual act.
Half an hour later I put the pizza in the oven and told Timothy that dinner was only 20 minutes away, so he should go wash his hands.
"According to these pictures, I should wash more than that, if you are going to "eat" me" he said making quotation marks in the air.
"Well, there isn't much time for that before dinner, and after ... Let's talk about that when we get there."
"OK. But I have seen some things that we should try ... Later" Timothy said.
"I will look forward to it, but for now just go and wash your hands. I've seen how you have been fiddling with your weener all afternoon, and if I am going to do something with your weener I don't want it dirty because you have been touching it with your dirty hands."
It took a while for Timothy to grasp this, but when he did he rolled around on the floor laughing.
"That's a good one, George. I will have to remember that one."
With that he went and washed his hands, and we sat down and had the pizza. All four sections were devoured very fast, and while I cleared the dishes and started the dishwasher, Timothy got back to the laptop and brought up three pictures from different series. One with a 14 year old boy being serviced by an adults hand, one with a 13 year old being serviced by another 13 year old boys mouth, and finally a 14 year old humping a 12 year old.
"Can we try these things, George?" Timothy asked.
I was about to reply with irony that I didn't fit the ages, but decided against it.
"We can surely try numbers one and two, but as I explained earlier the third might take a little practise ... Just like your stretching exercises at gymnastics.
But we can start and see how it goes."
"For us to get as comfortable as possible, I suggest that we do all this in the master bedroom. Is that OK with you?" I asked.
"Sure, let's go there." "Before we start, let's go and get cleaned up. I know you washed your hands before dinner, and you have kept clean all day for sitting on the chairs and sofa without any clothes, but just for the sake of it ... Let's take a shower and make sure we are clean everywhere."
"OK. But this time I will start washing you. And then you can wash me afterwards." "Not a problem" I said as we walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower for the tub.
"Just remember, wash all parts of me that you are likely to touch, lick or hump at some time tonight."
"But ... That means I have to wash you all over?"
"Yes my darling - that's the idea."
Thus Timothy washed me all over and in every crevice and crack he could find. Afterwards I did the same to him.
When we were both confident that the other was as clean as could be, we dried each other off and went to the bedroom.
"Have you ever played with your weener until you got a tingling sensation all through your body - possibly after you felt like you should pee?"
"No, but I have played until I felt I should pee, but when I went to the bathroom, nothing came out."
"Pity. You have apparently been very close. But let us see if we can't bring you over the brink tonight."
"Could you please explain what is going to happen? I saw the pictures, but I am not quite sure what everything means."
"No worry. I will take it slow and explain everything along the way. But as usual, if there is anything you want to ask - just do so. OK?"
"OK."
With that I lay Timothy down in the middle of the bed on his back.
"Now, this is the initial stage, where I play with your weener. This is to get you to relax, get in the mood for more, and start to discover what feels good to you.
Thus, if I do something that feels good, you should tell me - otherwise I don't know. And everyone have different areas where it feels good to be touched. For example, I am going to start up by your neck and slowly work my way down. Whenever you feel something that is specially nice, just tell me or moan so that I would know."
Then I started caressing his entire torso. From his neck over his shoulders, down his arms, back up his arms, his armpits, his chest, his nipples, his sides, his abdomen, his navel, and finally his tummy. From his expressions along the way I learned that his most sensitive areas were his nipples, his neck and his navel and tummy. Then I asked him to turn over, and I did another thorough examination of his torso, which didn't reveal any sensitive areas. But it gave me a chance to massage his buttocks and give his crack a quick lick.
Turning him back to his back I shifted my attention to his pelvis area.
At this time I was lying between his legs.
"Now we have changed from discovering what you feel is good to something that is good for all people on this earth" I explained.
"Everyone like to be touched down here. Some people may want to ignore the feeling, or if it is applied while being in some kind of pain from elsewhere it can be subdued. But in 99,999% of all cases it feels good when someone touches you down here."
With that I cupped his balls with one hand and started stroking his weener with the other. First he got a few strokes full length, but then I switched to caressing him. I caressed him up and down the shaft, around the balls, up to his tummy, down the sides and around to lift him up a little and to cup his buttocks and give them a massage. I lifted his legs and let his ankles rest on my shoulders as I continued to rub his buttocks, then his crack and the perineum between his balls and crack. Spreading his legs out wide I gave all my attention to his balls and penis.
I placed my hands on his thighs with my fingers up along his weener and then used both my thumbs to gently massage the underside of his sack and moving upwards to his balls. Then I used my thumb and index finger to give him a short wank, pulling his foreskin back a couple of times. Then I used the palms of my hands to massage the area between his penis and navel, before I got back down to the weener.
First I held it steady with my fingers at the root and slowly lowered my mouth over the inviting piece of boy meat. When my lips touched the skin around the base of his dinky, I started using my tongue to swirl around it and make it nice and moist. Then, with the thumb and index finger on both hands I pulled the skin back, letting the foreskin clear the head and give me a true lollipop.
After a little while I let go with my right hand and just held the skin back with my left, while I sucked happily on his small glans. I then used my right hand to start caressing his nipples and occasionally returning my right hand to my mouth to moist it before going back up and stroking around his now stiff nipples.
"How do you like it so far?" I asked at one time giving my work sucking on his dinky a short break.
"Mmmmmm ... Mmmm ... This is so good" he mumbled.
"Would you rather we sat down and watched a movie like all other 12 year olds having a sitter does at this time?"
"Never ... this is the best."
Thus, I went back down and continued. I kept my mouth on the lollipop, but I decided to try something new with my right hand. First I lifted his right leg onto my right shoulder, and then I moistened my right index finger with saliva and started lubing up his crack. It took a couple of times to get the crack nice and slippery, and then I started working on his rosebud. A couple of transitions from mouth to hole had brought enough saliva that I could start pushing with my index finger. Slowly at first I pushed until I could feel his sphincter gripping the first digit of my finger. After a little while I pushed further, until the sphincter was around the second digit. At this time I gave it a little break and went back to concentrating on sucking the lovely lollipop.
My left hand had been doing nothing but just holding the skin back, but now I got it started doing up and down movements while I was still sucking on his soft little head. As I got a good rhythm going here, I slowly added my right index finger to the rhythm. Moving in and out with the outermost part of my index finger, Timothy was now moaning loudly. Slowly I increased how far in I pushed my right index finger, until after about a minute it was going all the way in with each rhythmic beat - finger in, pulling skin back and going all down with my mouth - all at the same time.
Like this it didn't take long before Timothy exclaimed that he was going to pee.
"No you're not" I told him. "This is the beginning of a climax. Just let go and enjoy."
He didn't reply, but after about a minute more his legs and pelvis area started to shake, and it did so for about a whole minute. His penis gave a couple of shudders in my mouth, but nothing came out.
"WOW - that was awesome" he said as soon as he was able to speak.
"Yeah, that is what is called an orgasm. When you get a little older you get to produce sperm as well, as you saw yesterday."
"This is so neat. Is this what you want boys to do to you?"
"Well, yes. This is the whole point of the sexual act. I just happen to think it is more enticing if it is done by a boy."
"Would you like me to do it to you?" Timothy asked - as if he had to.
"Yes. I would very much like for you to do this to me. But only if you are comfortable with doing it. Remember, everyone involved have to think it is a good idea."
"George ... I would very much like to do this for you if you would let me" Timothy said solemnly.
I pulled him to me and gave him a big wet kiss on his lips, leaned away and said: "Timothy, I would very much like for you to do this for me."
With that I rolled over on my back and anticipated Timothy going to work.
More to come ...