Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2002 17:43:30 -0500 From: Jesse Fonda Subject: "Meeting Tim" Part 4 (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. jf2411@bellsouth.net MEETING TIM Part 4 I couldn't wait for the last Thursday in June to arrive. Meeting Tim was all I could think about. I jerked off like crazy remembering what it felt like when he fucked me. I just couldn't believe how lucky I was to have met him that night in the diner. I had to be the luckiest kid alive. School was over. The summer loomed ahead. Tim and I hadn't talked about it at all. I came up with the idea by myself. I just hoped Tim would go along. I told my Parents I was going to sleep out with my friend Doug and cleared it with Doug so I wouldn't get caught. I stood in front of the grade school down the street from my house waiting for my big handsome Tim to pick me up, my sleeping bag and a gym bag on the sidewalk next to me. Tim pulled in to the circular drive and stopped in front of me. I leaned in the open window and said "Hi! Can I stay all night?" His face lit up with a grin as he said, "Sure Mark, that'd be great. Throw your stuff in the back seat". I was so excited I couldn't sit still. Thinking about Tim's fat cock fucking my ass didn't help. I babbled all the way to the motel about exams, parties, people he didn't know and other stuff. All he could get in were a couple of Yeas! And Really? When we got in the motel room I stripped. (I loved doing this as Tim sneaked glances at me in the mirror while he mixed drinks. It made me feel sexy). He handed me a Vodka and Coke and took off the rest of his clothes as I watched. Every time I first saw him naked when we got to the motel I marveled that I was there with him. What in the world did he see in me? I was just a silly kid. I actually restrained myself from attacking him like last month and we sat on the beds talking for a while as we sipped the drinks. Mine was soon gone and he stood and took the glass and put it and his half full one on the nightstand and said, "Move over Mark, I can't keep my hands off you for another second". I felt myself shudder in anticipation. There just wasn't any way I could get close enough to him. I loved the way his chest hairs rubbed against my nipples and our cocks rubbed and leaked on each other as we kissed and held each other. I pulled back. I let my eyes and hands wander over his chest and nipples I loved sucking them but I wanted to play with his cock and balls. Tim had a narrow waist and slim hips. He was perfectly proportioned. His big cock truly was the most magnificent thing. It was at least twelve-inches long and bigger around than my wrist. When he lay on his back the tip went way past his belly button. In proportion the head was rather small and cute. I wanted to put just the head in my mouth and lick and suck it. I spent at least fifteen minutes making sure the head and shaft were all licked clean. Then I hefted his big balls. They were each as large as a jumbo egg. They touched the bed as they hung between his spread legs. I made sure they were all licked too. I hoped they were full of cum as I moved up and just lay on top of him kissing his face and we played cat and mouse with our tongues. He rolled me off so that we were on our sides facing each other after a few minutes. I let my hands wander over his muscular shoulders and back as his hands caressed mine. He cupped my left ass cheek in his big strong hand and squeezed. I finally gasped, "Please Tim, hurry. Put your fingers in. I can't wait. Please Tim, fuck me." "Damn! Mark, I love it when you talk like that. You look like an angel, but you have the soul of a first class slut. That's what I love about you baby", he told me as he reached over for the lube. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs and slid them up so he could apply the KY and slide two fingers into my ass. He leaned into me and kissed me again, his tongue dueling with mine as he began to make room for his fat cock. "Are you ok"? He asked as he rotated his fingers inside my sphincter. I moaned, "Yes. Go ahead" He kissed me and found my prostate and began massaging it. I could barely stand it; I was already so hot and horny for him. I begged him again, "Please Tim, hurry. I need you to put it in and fuck me". Tim smiled and pushed three thick fingers up me. "Take it easy Baby, it's better if we go slow". In less time than it takes to write this I had four of Tim's fingers in my now relaxed ass. It took less time now. I opened for him much easier than the first time. He twisted them and pressed them deeper. I was pushing down trying to get his hand, arm, his whole body inside me. I sighed deeply as he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself above me. I could feel the tip of his dickhead at my entrance and I just put my legs around his waist and pulled myself up onto him. His big fuck pole filled me completely. "God! Mark slow down. We have all night. Don't hurt yourself. Take your time", Tim chided me. "God Tim! Fuck me." I demanded. I arched my back trying to rub my hard nipples against his, feeling the curly hairs on his chest tickle them as his cock began to piston in and out of my suctioning ass. My muscles clamping down as his cock withdrew and relaxing as it surged back in to fill me so totally. It's impossible to explain how fulfilling it was to be fucked by this incredible man. "Jesus Mark! Your so hot I could fuck you forever." Tim told me as he slowed down to make it last. The head of my cock was being massaged by Tim's hard, furry abdomen. Both were covered with my slippery slim. I was only slightly conscious of this. The feeling of his twelve-inch man-meat pounding into my wet, slippery rectum was paramount in my thoughts. No way did I want him to slow down. I wanted him to fill me with cum. I kissed him hard and started to pump my ass against him. I was frantic for him to keep fucking me. "Tim, Please don't stop. I want you to keep fucking me forever." I begged him a lot louder than I intended. I was almost crying in frustration. "Ok Baby, Your wish is my command. If you want to be fucked that bad I'm going to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked." He didn't slow down again. He just fucked me, hard, deep and fast. I was overcome by pure ecstasy. I was moaning and trashing under him as he pounded my more than willing ass. I was screaming "Oh, Yes, Baby! Give it to me. Goddamn! Tim more. Fuck me Tim! Just fuck me!" For a change he listened to me and pounded my ass into the bed. I could hear the headboard hitting the wall. It sounded like machine gun fire. "Oh god Tim! I love your big dick, Baby. Fuck me whenever you want. I can take it. I need to get it from you everyday, all day. Fuck me like you mean it Tim." I was ready to pass out from the overwhelming sensations emanating from my ass. His huge meat was stroking my little nut with every insertion. God! Yes! Baby! Deeper! I would never tire of this not as long as I was alive. It didn't take much longer until he pushed his huge cock deep into me and started to pump my ass full of cum. As he did I began to empty my own cum onto our chests and bellies. We just collapsed into a hot, sweaty, exhausted heap. It only took about ten minutes for me to cum when I jerked off but Tim could fuck me for a half hour or more and I never came before I felt him begin to pump his hot, thick, creamy ropes of cum deep inside my guts. We eventually started to disentangle ourselves. He kissed me tenderly and then with a gleam in his eye asked me, "Was that OK or do you want it again?" I chuckled and told him "Of course I want it again you asshole, but let's wait until later. Maybe I'll fuck you next time" We had slipped into our big brother / little brother roles again. ************************************************************ E-mail from Tim Dear Mark, You did a great job. You've outdone yourself. I have only one comment. You said, "What in the world did he see in me?" Read this again. It answers that question. I also want to apologize to you for what happened later that night. It was insensitive and selfish of me. Please forgive me. Love Tim ************************************************************ Dearest Tim, If you mean waking me up to fuck me, there is nothing to forgive. It's the time I remember best (except for the first time of course). You used my ass for your own pleasure and that in itself pleased me. I loved you with all my heart Tim. My ass was there for you to use any time and in any way you wanted. After all, as you said, "God made it for you to fuck". Love, Mark ************************************************************ Dearest Mark, Thank You. You really are the sweetest person I've ever known. Love Tim ************************************************************ Dear Tim, I hate to tell you this but it's difficult to remember each and every time you fucked me and describe all the details. (It's the details I have trouble with, not the remembering each and every time you fucked me part). The details really don't change that much. So I'll just tell you what I can remember and then you add what you remember. After the wild frenzy of the first fuck that night, we showered and then just lolled around bareassed. We had several drinks, I think and watched some TV. Most of the time I had my hands on some part of your body, mostly your dick. I remember very clearly trying to get both your balls in my mouth at the same time but you made it real clear that wasn't working. So I just licked them and sucked them one at a time while working two fingers in your ass. Tim, if your fingers had been in my ass I would have been begging you to fuck me again inside of five minutes. I think you let me finger fuck you for at least an hour. I really should have fucked you that night. After the fucking you gave me you deserved a reward. Come to think of it you did get your reward, another great piece of ass. As long as we're on that subject, I hated it when you would tell me I was a great piece of ass. It made me feel like that's all I was to you, just an ass for you to fuck. I should have told you then. Somehow, "Shut up. I'm trying to fuck you here." Or "Baby, You ready to get it again?" Wasn't as bad. You really were the crudest man. But then you are from Northern New Jersey. You're just lucky you were so damn handsome with a big fat, hard, powerful, slime-leaking, fuck-tool or I would have dumped you after the second date Anyway, about nine o'clock you said it was time for bed, turned off the TV and lights and we got under the covers. You probably never gave it a second thought but for me it was an enormous thrill knowing that I was going to be with you all night long. In fact it was the first time we ever got under the covers together. The frenzy was past. We made love for a long time. It was slow and sweet, warm and tender. You had even shaved for me. You must have fucked me for nearly two hours and I loved every minute of it. You really were the most wonderful man. I said earlier in the story that I loved you but that was the night I fell IN Love with You. I never wanted it to end. Love Mark My Dearest Mark You're right on with this one. Moaning, groaning and hard fuck-tools have no place in this fuck scene. I remember that time better than all the others. I may say I liked you best when you acted like an untamable animal but that time was the best sex I ever had. By the way, you were a great piece of ass Love Tim Meeting Tim continued I woke up slowly. I knew I wasn't in my room at home and Tim was caressing my ass. I was curled on my side facing away from him. I wiggled my ass a little to let him know I was awake and I liked it. I felt him roll toward me and he whispered in my ear, "I'm going to fuck you. You want the poppers"? He was holding them in front of my face. I took the inhaler but just held it. This was the one time Tim didn't use his fingers to check if I was ready for him. He just guided the head of his dick to my asshole and pushed his huge hard cock up into me forcing me onto my stomach at the same time and pushing my legs as wide apart as he could with his knees. He fucked me. Dear God! Did he fuck me! There was nothing tender about it. It was pure animal lust on both our parts. Tim pushed as hard and deeply into my ass as he could on every down stroke pulling almost out on every up stroke. I was working as hard as I could straining up to force his big cock as deeply as possible into my ass, up as he surged into me, down as he pulled out, over and over and over again. He didn't try to kiss me. I never turned my head to kiss him. I heard him panting next to my ear as he fucked me. He had fucked me hard before but never like this he was abusing my ass and I was more than willing to let him, in fact I was doing every thing possible to help him. I had never wanted to be fucked by him more desperately than at that moment and I wanted it to go on for the rest of the night. He rammed that thick sperm tube into me and I felt him pump his cum into me for the third time that night. When he was done he mumbled, "Thanks Baby", rolled off me and went back to sleep. I knew at that moment I belonged to him body and soul. I could never refuse him anything. I was his, to be used by him whenever he wanted; however he wanted. He never fucked me like that again but I often wished that he had. The next morning we showered and Tim got dressed for work. We left early so he could drop me off at the school. In the car he told me that his friend, Shawn might come to Pennsylvania with him sometime. My first thought was that I wouldn't be able to Meet Tim, but he said, "Don't worry, Mark, that won't happen, We'll still get together, he probably won't even come along. ************************************************************ Dearest Mark, I wanted you to fuck me that night. I just didn't know how to tell you. The Irish macho thing got in the way. How could I let a kid fuck me? Again I am so sorry. Even after reading your view of it, I'm sorry. I never should have done that to you. I was just insensitive and selfish. I'm just glad I didn't hurt you. With heartfelt Regrets, Tim Dearest Tim, My only regret was that you didn't do it again. I'm going to skip over July. How many different ways can I say Tim fucked me and I loved him fucking me? Both times we were in the missionary position. Remember August you Bastard? You should have explained about Shawn. TO BE CONTINUED