Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 20:3:37 -0500
From: Jesse Fonda <jf2411@bellsouth.net>
Subject: "Meeting Tim" Part 6 & 7 END

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"

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MEETING TIM Part 6
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Dearest Mark.

I just read Part 5. I wouldn't change a word. You've written
it tightly with no extraneous crap. The dialog is perfectly
controlled and I can't think of any way I could improve the
story. It reads well and explains what happened.

But if I could I would go back and change that night. I should
never have let Shawn come along. He insisted he wanted to
meet you and I just finally gave in. It was just cruel of me
to have treated you as if you were a piece of meat to be
shared with my 'friend'.

You didn't say it in the story but it had to be obvious even
to you that I wanted Shawn to learn to like getting fucked
the way you did. You saw how that turned out. He wouldn't
talk to me the rest of the night and slept in the other bed
and made sure that you did too.

I never knew what it was you said that night that made Shawn
hate you so much. Now I do. It was the simple statement "I
love him Shawn. I would do anything for him". I don't
believe Shawn ever felt that way about me. It was always
Shawn first. What I wanted didn't matter to him. I was always
the one who had to give in to his demands.

On the way home Friday night Shawn started a big fight and
told me he never wanted me to see you again. For the next
month he made my life miserable and I finally lied and agreed
that I would not call you again.

When I compared you to Shawn you were perfect. You were
always so sweet tempered and trusting. How many times did
you say, "Tim I love you. I would do anything for you."  You
never asked for anything in return. I lied to you and told
you Shawn was ok with it.


The worst part was that I just thought you had a crush and
it would just go away when you realized that I wasn't the
'Knight in Shining Armour' you thought I was. I know it
sounds stupid but I was just trying to protect myself by not
admitting how much I really cared for you. I kept saying to
myself that Shawn and I had been together five years. Why do
I want to give that up for the starry eyed kid. I should
have listened to my heart instead of my head.

What could I do Mark? I was thirty years old, twice your
age. I couldn't just knock on your door and tell your
parents that I loved their son and I was there to take him
away because I wanted to spend the rest of my life fucking
his brains out.

I didn't want to lose Shawn and I couldn't have you. I was
stuck between a rock and a hardon. (Sorry I know this isn't
the place for a pun but I hope you smiled.)

It was that night after I let you fuck me that I began to
think of you in the terms you used. I loved you Mark. I
would have done anything to make you happy. I wish I had
told you that.

Love, Tim

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Dear Tim,

I don't care about any of that stuff. I never felt that you
mistreated me. I liked Shawn. I thought we all had a good
time. I was there with you and that's all that mattered to
me. I thought it was great that you let me fuck you but it
didn't matter to me if I ever did again. As long as I could
be with you that one night a month and you fucked me. That
was all that mattered. My life revolved around the time I
spent with you.

There is nothing to forgive. I loved you Tim and I would
have done anything for you.

Love, Mark

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"Meeting Tim" Part 6


The last Thursday in January was different. Tim called the
evening before and asked if I could have dinner with him.
"You mean like a real date?" I asked.

He laughed, "Yea! Like a real date, with dinner, where you're
dessert."

I decided the easiest thing to do was to say I had to go to
the library and miss dinner at home. I got Mom's permission
to stay out until ten o'clock. It took some doing but I was
waiting when Tim pulled into the school drive to pick me up.
"Thank God the car is warm. I thought I'd freeze my ass off
and then where would you be." I greeted him.

"Eating alone" he said, "How could you have dinner with me
if you don't have an ass to sit on?"

"And you'd get no dessert" I added.

Letting Tim stick his big dick up my ass was a lot of fun
but it wasn't all the fun we had.

We checked in then went to the restaurant next to the motel.
We walked back to the room. "I think I'll get comfortable,"
I said as we walked in.

Tim surprised me by just putting his arms around me and
kissing me with my clothes on. A deep long one and started
to ease my coat off as he did. We undressed each other as we
licked, kissed and nibbled at different body parts. I
giggled as he nuzzled my neck and pulled my shirttails out.
He laughed as I blew a raspberry in the middle of his hairy
chest as I pushed his shirt off his wide shoulders.

He groaned as I sucked his nipples and I moaned as he sucked
mine. He leaned over and put a hickey just above my belly
button as I tried to wiggle away then he went down on one knee
and I raised each foot as he removed my shoes and socks. He
undid my belt, opened the snap and very slowly pulled my
zipper down with his teeth while I laughed. Tim put a hand
on each hip and slid my pants and shorts down together and
sucked my leaking cock into his mouth.  He pulled back and
said, "Yummy, liquid sugar" and sucked it back in.

I let him lap my balls and suck my dick and then pulled
him back up so I could finish undressing him. I didn't pull
his zipper down with my teeth. I wanted to get into his
pants as quickly as I could and get at that lovely, fat
twelve-inch cock hidden there and it was at full staff when
it popped out of his white underwear. I licked his ball sack
and each egg one at a time and rolled each around in my mouth.
God! he smelled great. Very manly, with a just a hint of soap,
sweat, and piss. I drew his smells deeply into my lungs several
times then started lapping at his extra-large sausage from
base to tip. I tried to worm the tip of my tongue between the
tiny lips of his piss slit and sucked the head and as much as
I could of the shaft into my mouth. At one point I just stayed
very still and licked the sweet, dripping liquid off as it oozed
out of the opening onto my tongue. Soon we both were standing
there naked, our tongues and cocks dueling, slippery with our
saliva and leaking dick-juice.

He whispered in my ear, "Will you let me fuck you?"

I asked, "What?" Like the first time he asked me that.
Opening my eyes wide and looking up at him.

Tim laughed and answered; "I have to piss, get the stuff
out of my bag, turned me around and gave me a slap on
the butt. I ignored him and followed him into the bathroom
and held his big tool while he peed in the tub. It stuck
straight out and was too hard to try and bend it down to
piss in the toilet I leaned down and licked the last drop
off the tip of it.

I led him carefully out of the bathroom by his handle,
stopping to let him get the KY out of his shaving bag and
then I pulled him along to the bed. We didn't use the
poppers anymore. I got too wild, a headache and the fucking
didn't last long enough.

We were both relaxed and took our time. I never could figure
out how he did it but Tim could make it last for over an
hour when I wasn't trying desperately to get him to cum.

He kept trying to convince me that one long slow fuck was
better than two short ones. I thought one short, hard,
deep, fuck then a long slow one was ideal but this night
I told Tim that he could take charge.

By this time I was so relaxed with Tim my ass-hole opened to
his dick like a flower opens to the sun. He smoothed some
Jelly into my butt-hole and slipped all four fingers in and
tickled my prostate. I tried as hard as I could to make this
last but I just couldn't. In moments I was squirming and
twisting around, begging to get fucked. I'm sure you know by
now that Tim was a very accommodating guy, crude at times
but accommodating.

I had gotten the KY tube and slimed up his cock and gotten
into position guiding him into place. "Open up baby." He
said, "Here it comes." And made an airplane noise as he
slowly slid it up me. Like trying to get a baby to eat.
He could be a real idiot. Did you ever try to take a
fat foot-long piece of meat up your ass while you're
laughing? It works but it's not easy.

He finally stopped with the airplane noise and I stopped
with the laughing and my ass was again filled with cock. As
I lay there with my ass stuffed full, looking up into his
beautiful deep blue eyes he was very still, just letting
his cock soak in my ass juices.

He smiled and asked, "Are you ready?"

I said, "I have to piss."

"Jesus! Why didn't you go before?"

I laughed at his look of consternation and told him "I was
kidding but, would you do that again without the airplane
noise?"

He pulled back until only the head was still inside me then
took three times as long to silently push it back in. I had
started to beg him to hurry but he was having none of it he
was punishing me for the joke. If I got this punishment
every time I make a bad joke I would do nothing else. Again
he stopped and held it deeply buried in my ass. With me
begging for him to fuck me he held me skewered to the bed
just grinning at me.

After about two minutes of this torture he asked, "Are you
ready now?"

I just shook my head yes and he started to fuck me but he
was just going soooooo sloooooow.

"Please Tim, stop fooling around and just fuck me." I begged
him again.

He said, "Shut up. I'm trying to fuck you here."

He stopped fooling around after that and fucked me. We took
our time. Sometimes he took long slow strokes almost pulling
out and then ramming it up me four or five times and then
when it was deep inside he would give several short jabs
then slow long strokes again all the time watching my face,
smiling.

He would stop with his dick pushed all the way in and grind it
into me as he kissed me and our tongues followed each other
back and forth between our mouths while they twined around
each other and played hide-and-seek.

He would nibble on my lower lip and I would do the same to his.
We played for minutes at a time and then fucked for awhile.
Doing it over and over.

When we were starting to get close. He lowered his body
onto mine put his hands under my back and held my shoulders
and just hammered my ass into the mattress. I was straining
up, arching my back to get as much of my body in contact
with his as possible, rubbing my hairless chest against his
hair-covered one. I was trying to be quiet before but I
couldn't hold back any more.

"Oh God Tim! Fuck me! Please, Baby, Fuck me! His big man-meat
pounded into me repeatedly and I wanted it harder and faster.
Cum in my ass Tim! I love you Tim! Please cum!" He fucked me
faster and harder, driving his giant prong into me again and
again. "God Tim I need your cum!"

When I felt him swell in me and start pumping my ass full
of cock-cream I exploded. Shooting my donation between our hot
sweaty bodies. I didn't want him to get up when it was over.
I hated it when his cock was gone. I wanted to keep it in
my ass forever.

After we showered we lay on the bed and Tim explained that
he and Shawn had been lovers for the last five years but
that Shawn was cool with Tim meeting me one night a month
because Shawn hated getting fucked.

He told me I was the only other person he had been with
since he had met Shawn and that I was the only one he
fucked. Tim said, "Mark, I really enjoy our time together
and hope you are ok with the whole thing. I don't want us to
stop seeing each other.

I cried like a jilted schoolgirl, Tim held me and rocked me
until the tears stopped and in the end I decided that there
were only two choices.  Either Meeting Tim once a month or
not at all. That wasn't much of a choice.

Things would go on as they were.

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Dearest Mark,

I just read Part 6. Your story is coming along nicely.
I'm interested to see how you end it.

I think it took a lot longer to fuck than it takes to read
it but I don't know how you could stretch it out any longer
except by adding a lot of moans and groans. You were doing a
lot of that during that one. Watching your face as I screwed
you with you trying not to say anything was funny.

I'm sorry I lied to you that night. As I explained earlier
Shawn was not ok with me meeting you. I wanted to have my
cake and eat it too.

I called your house once after you turned eighteen and of
legal age but your sister told me you weren't there, You
had been accepted at the Naval Academy in Annapolis.

That's when I was sure I would never see you again.

Love, Tim

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Dearest Tim,

I never knew you tried to get in contact with me. It means
a lot to me. Thanks for letting me know that.

Love, Mark

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"Meeting Tim" Part 7


There isn't much more to tell. In August Tim told me his
boss decided he would interview several people and hire the
best as a part time bookkeeper for the factory. The business
was growing rapidly and he couldn't afford to lose Tim for
two days a month especially at the end of the month when he
really needed him in the New York office.

I was devastated but Tim assured me he would be able to
talk the boss out of the idea or at least postpone it for
a few more months. He calmed me down and then I'd start
crying again. Each time I started crying Tim would put his
giant pacifier up my ass and fuck me.

I got fucked five times that night.

We didn't talk about it in September. In fact we didn't
talk much at all. We just fucked and he took me home.

In October he told me his boss had prevailed and he
had hired a bookkeeper. He would come to PA one more time
just to check that everything was ok.

In November we followed the normal routine except he called
and told me he would be there on Tuesday and drive home on
Wednesday because of Thanksgiving and I swore to myself that
I wouldn't make a scene by crying and making it worse than
it already was.

The goodbye fuck was long, slow and tearful.

When I got home my mother asked what was wrong and I just
said, "Nothing" and went to my room. For days I would just
start crying for no apparent reason and my parents were
getting really worried but after a while I started getting
over it and things went back to normal except for
Meeting Tim.

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

Dearest Mark,

I've read Part 7

I know it's been over fifteen years since we've seen each
other but I never stopped thinking about you. After we were
together that last time I went home that Wednesday night
and I broke up with Shawn. I explained that I had kept
seeing you but it was over and if I couldn't have you
I didn't want anybody.

I told him I wanted him to move out. Shawn didn't seem to
care that he and I split up. I think he had met someone
else, any way he just left but he knew that I had lost you
too and kept gloating and telling me that he was glad.

When he said that I truly hated him.

Do you think we could get together for dinner sometime
just to talk and catch up?

Love, Tim

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Dearest Tim,

You have my name, address, telephone number and my e-mail address.
I know a great little restaurant right next to a nice motel.

When can you meet me for dinner? Will you want dessert?

I love you Tim. I would do anything for you, Mark

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THE END