Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2002 20:17:24 -0500
From: Jesse Fonda <jf2411@bellsouth.net>
Subject: "Meeting Tim Part 2 (Revised)

This is a story of a teenage boy having sex with an adult
male.
I wish it were true but it is a fantasy. In real life don't
do drugs. Also in a fantasy you don't have to worry about
STDs and HIV/AIDS. ALWAYS protect yourself and your partner.
If you don't approve of Homosexual sex or are too young or
it is illegal to read this type of story where you live
please DON'T.

No part of this work may be used or re-produced in any
manner without written permission of the writer.

My other stories are "A 9-year-olds Tale", "A 12-year-olds
Tale", "Greg and Danny" and "Richard"

If you read and like my stories please let me know.

Jf4413@earthlink.net


"Meeting Tim" part 2


When I finished writing the first chapter of this story I
decided to try and track Tim down. Surprisingly it wasn't
too difficult on the Internet. He still lives in the same
town in New Jersey. I called him, had a nice conversation
though he called me, "You Little Dickhead" (some things
never change) when I told him I had written a story about
how we met. I wish there was the Internet back then. Maybe
things would have worked out differently.

We swapped e-mail addresses and after reading my story he
decided he liked the idea and volunteered to help by sending
me his side. I was surprised at first, reading his e-mails,
He remembers it quite a bit differently than I do but then
he was twice my age and had a lot more experience than the
naive fifteen-year-old that I was.

Tim's first e-mail:

Dear Mark,

You little dickhead! I still can't believe you're doing this
for the entire world to read. However after all these years
I guess it doesn't make a hill of beans. Hell! I was so
grateful to find you that stormy night and pretty proud of
myself for taking your cherry that I don't really give a
shit who knows. So sure I'll give you my side. You ready for
this?

I was in a foul mood that night. I had been going to that
incredibly boring burg for the last eight months and had yet
to meet anyone interesting enough to have sex with let alone
anyone willing. The night I walked into that diner and saw
you sitting there watching me my first thought was Goddamn!
What a cute kid. I bet he'd be a great piece of ass.

I knew from listening to your conversation with those stupid
cunts you were sitting with that you were gay. I just
figured you hadn't figured it out yet. We sure got that
straightened out before the night was over, didn't we.
(Sorry, I couldn't resist the pun)

In your story you also neglected to tell much about
yourself. The little description you gave was all me. By the
way, Thanks. I never thought of myself as handsome. I'm sure
glad you did though. So I want your readers to know what I
saw in that diner that night and don't you change a word of
this you little shit!

Mark was a real cute kid. He looked about sixteen, with
blond, sun streaked hair, a little too long and shaggy,
clear skin, bright, light blue eyes, a dimple on the left
side, full red lips, straight white teeth, a slightly
crooked smile. (The little doofus didn't realize I could
watch him in the mirror behind the counter.) I learned later
that night that he had a nicely defined body from playing
baseball and basketball on the school teams. He also swam,
played street and ice hockey. After a few swallows of
Bourbon I could hardly shut him up. I finally just kissed
him. (It was hard not too with those lips)

Shawn was my lover at that time. He was into oral sex only
and could almost deep throat my cock but screamed, cried and
begged me to take it out when I tried to fuck him, which
only happened once and was just too much trouble to bother
with again. He fucked me several times and I was ok with it.
Which made Mark all the more tempting.

Having a big dick is great but it does present some problems
unless you just want people to admire it.

I had learned that most guys could take it if they just
relaxed and let it happen. I had once read somewhere that
with a little lubrication and a lot of patience an elephant
could get into a mouse. That is the reason I made sure Mark
didn't see or touch my cock before I asked if I could fuck
his ass that night in the car. I didn't want to scare him
off.

I never told Mark this but I had a major thing for him after
he so willingly took my big dick that night. I couldn't wait
to fuck him again. I'm not especially into teenagers but
this little hottie was there, available and so willing to be
done. Mark is still one of the best pieces of ass I've ever
had.

Ok jerk, that's enough for now. I'll write more later.

Tim

*******************************************************************

It's Mark. I'm back. I suppose I asked for that. I didn't
change a word. I should explain that except for fucking the
shit out of me once a month. Tim treated me more like a
little brother than anything and that was fine with me as
long as he fucked me. He also knows that I always hated
being called cute.

I've already told you that Tim was about six foot two with
black hair, cut short. I always wished he would shave before
we started to make love. It was hard to explain the rug
burns on my face and neck. He thought it was funny.

That first time he fucked me he kept saying, "Goddamn! My
cock fits into you like a hand in a glove. I didn't tell you
that in part 1. I was trying to clean up our act a little.
The bastard never did have any respect. After he fucked me
that night in the back seat of his car there was nothing I
wanted more than for him to shove his big cock in me, fuck
me again and make me cum. He told me I was a real slut.

I'm getting off track here. Tim was beautiful. He has deep
blue eyes and long thick eyelashes. He had an infectious
grin, a great sense of humor and we laughed a lot. He has a
lot of black, curly hair on his chest.

When the last Thursday in April finally arrived I made sure
I was ready by 5 O'clock and then waited for the phone to
ring. I had told my parents that I would be working on a
project for history with, Doug, a kid in my class that they
knew and liked so everything was cool. I just had to wait
for Tim to call.

About five-forty it finally rang and I answered "Hello"

"Hello! Is Mark there?" I heard him ask in his baritone
voice.

"It's Mark." I said, "Hi! Tim" I was trying to keep my voice
steady and mature sounding but I think he heard the pure joy
and relief I felt that he had called.

"Should I meet you at the school in about fifteen minutes?"
he asked.

"Sure I'll be waiting for you." I told him. I hung up the
phone only later realizing that I never said goodbye,
grabbed my coat, hollered, "I'm leaving" to anyone listening
and ran out the door. It took all of about three minutes to
run down the street to the grade school and I was standing
there bouncing from foot-to-foot when Tim pulled into the
circular drive. I nearly dove in the car. I caught myself
and calmly said "Hi!"

He burst out laughing. He told me I looked like a puppy that
was waiting for someone to come home and play with it. I
said, "I was waiting for you to come play with me."
Fluttering my eyelashes at him. We both started laughing
then.

He looked at me and asked, "Would you like to get fucked in
a nice warm, dry bed?" I could feel my sphincter muscle
start to relax just thinking about him fucking me.

"Where?" I asked

"At the motel." He answered.

 I liked the idea of being snuggled under the covers in a
nice warm, dry bed with Tim.

I waited in the car while he registered.

He dug some change out of his pocket as we got out in front
of the room and handed it to me and told me to go to the
machine behind the office and get two Cokes. I looked back
to see him getting his bag out of the trunk. I got the
Cokes.

As I pushed the door of the room open and walked in I saw
Tim was standing there with his back to me.

He had taken his shirt off and was putting it on a hanger.
As he turned to put it in the closet space I saw his chest
for the first time. (It was really dark that night in the
car so I had felt it but not seen it). There is a difference.

He had already closed the drapes so the only light was from
the bathroom and the door behind me, but it was more than
enough light to see how beautiful he was. I pushed the door
closed.

Again I marveled that I was here with this handsome man.

He walked over and turned the lock and put the chain on then
took the Cokes from me and said, "Why don't you take your
clothes off and get comfortable."

He turned and walked back to the sink area. I started to
remove my clothes as I watched him pour Rum and Coke into
Two glasses. I saw him glance in the mirror several times at
me as I stripped. I still had my white briefs on when I sat
on one of the chairs by the window.

He turned around holding the two drinks and said, "After
what we did last time there is no reason for you to act
modest or be embarrassed. I want to see you naked." I stood
up, pulled my underwear down and kicked them off.

"Jesus! You're Hot!" he said as he smiled at me and carried
the drinks over offering me one.

How could he think I was hot? He was the one who was so big
and masculine looking.

I took a big gulp of the drink and nearly choked but
recovered nicely without spraying all over the place.

Goofball laughed again and said, "You really need to get
that drinking under control Dork."

He took the glass out of my hand and put both on the little
round table then leaned down to kiss me. I put my arms
around his neck and his went around my back. I let my mouth
open as his tongue slipped inside.

Goofball he may be but he was my Goofball and I was
convinced I loved him. When we broke the kiss he said, "I
have a surprise for you, Drink up."

"I brought Amyl-nitrate, that's poppers and KY," he told me.

"What's that?" I asked.

"KY is a lubricant, poppers make you feel great. It doesn't
last long enough but has some powerful magic." He explained
as he did something with a little tube and walked over to
where I had sat down on the chair again. He sat on the bed
so that our knees were almost touching and handed me the
tube.

It was an inhaler. He told to take a sniff. Damn! The smell
was awful and I pulled away.

Then I felt it start. A warm feeling began to radiate out
from the very center of my body. I felt my face flush and it
started to go down my chest to my groin I never felt my dick
get so hard so fast, not that it was that soft.

I wanted to just push Tim back on the bed and jump on him.

Before I could move he leaned forward and kissed me. It felt
as if our souls were combining and separating over and over.
All I was aware of were his lips and tongue in my mouth and
his hand on my shoulder.

Everything else in the world had ceased to exist.

I finally began to return to normal and pulled away from
Tim's kiss. "Damn" I said, "What the hell was that?"

He asked me if I liked it and I said "yea! Lets do it
again."

He told me to lie down on the bed. He took his shoes and
socks off and walked over to shut the bathroom door so that
it was only open a crack. It was pretty dark. I sensed more
than saw him walk over so he was between the two beds and he
told me to move over. He lay down next to me, put his arms
around me and pulled me close to him. He hugged me to him
and kissed me then pulled back a little and put the inhaler
to one nostril while he held the other closed. I took a
sniff then he switched nostrils. I took another sniff.

It didn't smell as bad and I immediately felt that warm rush
again. He kissed me and let his hand glide down my body and
gave my dick a squeeze. Then he fondled my balls and I
spread my legs to give him access to my ass hole.

He started to slowly run his finger around it. Then he
stopped and rolled away from me reaching over to the
nightstand again and brought back a tube explaining, "KY is
a lot better than spit." He squeezed some on his finger and
leaned in to kiss me again. I felt him rub the cold slick
stuff into my puckered ass hole and slide his finger into
me.

Soon there were two of his thick fingers massaging the
inside of my rectum. He was hitting that spot again. The one
that drove me crazy the first time he did it but this time
with the poppers it was even more intense. The inside of my
ass was the only thing I could think about, that and his
fingers moving inside me. I pushed back on his fingers and
felt another slip in. This time it didn't feel uncomfortable
at all just nice and full. I pulled my mouth away from his a
little and whispered, "Please Tim, more."
He slipped a fourth finger into me. If he had put his whole
hand inside me I wouldn't have cared. I just wanted him to
keep rubbing that spot.

I heard him say, "I think you're ready. Get up on your hands
and knees." As I changed position he stood and slipped out
of his pants and underwear. I thought he would get behind me
again but instead he lay back down and indicated that he
wanted me to let him get under me. When I was over him I
leaned down and kissed him.

 I was aware that he was rubbing more of the KY onto his
dick. He wiped his hands off on a hand towel. Then put the
poppers to my nose again. This time I took a big snort up
each nostril. He put his hands on my chest and pushed me
upright so I was straddled over his cock. I felt his finger
find my hole again then the tip of his cock was pressing
against it.

He said, "Lower yourself on it, but take it nice and slow.
Don't try to rush it." I slowly began to lower myself onto
his incredibly thick shaft. The feeling still astounded me
as this huge tube of flesh was slowly pushed into my ass.
This time it took less than ten minutes until I was sitting
on his pubes and felt his bush tickling my buns. God! He was
big I felt as if my entire body was filled with cock.

He had given me two or three more hits on the poppers by
this time. He gave me another and told me to start moving up
and down. I did and the center of my universe was the cock
in my ass.

I slid up further each time until about half the length was
being pulled out and then forced back into me. The feelings
were so intensified by the poppers.

I could do this forever but I started to come down again and
Tim told me to lean forward, he was going to roll me onto my
back. As we did this maneuver he pulled more than half way
out of me but as I put my legs around his waist, he leaned
down to kiss me and it slid into me more deeply than before.
He lowered his body onto mine.

I loved the feel of his chest hair against my naked chest
and his weight pressing me into the mattress. He gave me
another hit. I put my arms around his back. His were under
mine and he was holding my shoulders so that I wouldn't
slide up the bed as he began to pull his huge prick slowly
out of me until only the head was left in. Then he pushed
the full-length back into me. "Please Tim, fuck me," I
begged him. He began to fuck faster pushing his large prong
into me over and over again. Taking long strokes that forced
his cock deep into my ass.

We slowed after awhile then stopped. He ground his hips
forcing me to cry out in pure pleasure. He gave me some more
poppers and I took a long sniff into each nostril and drew
it deep into my lungs. Then Tim did the same. We began
again. He was pounding his huge fat fuck-tool into me and I
was arching my back, straining up to meet every lunge into
the deepest recesses of my ass.

I wanted more of him deeper inside me than before. I
couldn't get enough of him. I would never get enough of him.
It seemed to go on for hours. I begged. I cajoled. I whimpered.
I demanded. I screamed. I was crying with joy as he fucked me
harder, deeper, faster, grinding into my throbbing stretched
ass as I twisted and squirmed beneath him.

I felt him begin to expand even more inside me then he
slammed it in harder and deeper than ever before and started
to shoot hot molten cum into me. When I felt the second
contraction and flood of cum I went off like a volcano. We
collapsed in a pile, me still wrapped around his body him
just lying there breathing hard with his dick beginning to
soften inside me. "Please, Tim don't take it out this time,
I just want you to keep fucking me forever." I told him.

"Jesus!" He said as he lifted himself off me pulling his
schlong out with a wet plop and rolling over onto his back.
"I just fucked you like a two-dollar-whore. What more do you
want? I'm not a fucking machine."

I told you I got no respect, So much for romance.

"Besides I have to piss," he told me.

"So do I," I said.

"Did you ever piss in the shower?" he asked me.

I figured there was no point lying to the jerk that just
pumped a load of cum up my ass so I said "Yea!"

"Come on" he said jumping up, grabbing my hand and pulling
me along toward the bathroom with him. He pushed the door
open and bright white light flooded out. He let go of my
hand and flung the shower curtain back and leaned over to
turn the water on.

This was the first time I saw Tim naked with the lights on.

I was looking at Tim's shoulders and back. They looked so
strong and wide as he bent over. He has a patch of black,
wiry, curly hair in the small of his back that trails down
over both cheeks and is very thick in the crack of his ass
and down both legs.

I am amazed at the large nuts (Jumbo egg sized) hanging low
between Tim's slightly spread legs in a fuzz covered sack
that swayed slightly as he adjusted the water in the shower.

Tim straightened up and stepped into the spray, turned and
offered me his hand. I was shocked at the size of Tim's
prick.  It was now somewhat limp and hanging down at half-
mast but it appeared huge, red and swollen. I'm sure my jaw
dropped. Tim asked, "What's the matter with you? Come on."

"I can't believe that cock was inside me. It's huge." I
stammered.

"Goddamn you silly slut you were there both times and you
know as well as I do that it fits very nicely up your ass.
In fact weren't you the one who said Tim fuck me harder.
Please Tim don't take it out. I just want you to keep
fucking me forever? Don't pull that shit on me now. Not only
does it fit up your ass you love it up there."

What could I say? Everything he said was true. From silly
slut to I love it up there. I just didn't realize it was
that big.

He was still standing there with his hand out. Smiling at me
like the cat who ate the canary. "Come on stud," he said, "I
still need to piss." Damn! He was an asshole.

I took his hand and stepped into the shower with the big
goof. What the hell! It doesn't matter how big it is. What
matters is what it feels like when he is fucking me I
thought and there was no way I was going to give that up.

Tim unwrapped the little bar of soap and handed it to me.
"It's big and it needs to be washed. Just, please, be gentle
with me."

I asked him if he had taken a funny pill.

I started to soap his balls and cock and as I was holding it
up pointing it at my chest he began to piss. His bladder was
in proportion to his dick. I thought the yellow stream would
run down my chest and over my prick and balls forever and of
course when he started I wasn't far behind. He reached down
and lifted my dick pointing it at his chest. He leaned down
stuck his tongue out and tasted some. I finished long before
he did. When he finally squirted out the last little bit we
got started seriously soaping each other up.

As he did my back he slid his soapy hand between my cheeks
and slid two fingers into me. I said, "Don't wash your cum
out. I want to keep it inside me." I took a chance when I
washed his back and did the same to him. He leaned forward
and pushed back on my fingers. He moaned that I was right
there. I could feel a walnut sized lump inside his ass and I
kept gently rubbing the tips of my fingers over it. After a
few minutes he pulled away and turned around. He was
completely hard. It had to be at least twelve inches long
and bigger around than my wrist.

"Let's get dried off," He said. "I don't want my cock to
catch cold."

He turned off the water and reached over and grabbed two
towels and handed me one then started to dry me. Did you
ever try to dry someone off while they are drying you? A lot
of places get missed especially when he's rushing you. I was
still feeling pretty drippy when Tim stepped out and dragged
me after him.

As he turned on the lights over the sink area he told me to
lie down on the bed. He got the KY and poppers and gave the
poppers to me and said, "Take a hit." As I did he squeezed
KY on his fingers and greased up my hole. I already didn't
care what he was going to do when he knelt on the bed
between my legs and handed me the KY and took the poppers.
"Do my cock." He ordered. I squeezed out some KY and lubed
up his huge dick. "Put it in." he said as he took a hit on
the poppers, "before it gets cold." I raised my legs and
guided his big salami to my hole. He proved to me once again
that his oversized fuck pole fit easily, satisfyingly and
deeply into my ass.

We had to really rush in order for me to get home by nine
o'clock but I just made it. We promised to get together
again in May. I asked if he was going to pay me the four
dollars he owed me for letting him fuck me like a two-dollar-
whore twice but he just laughed and said "Next time you
little dickhead."

TO BE CONTINUED