Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2016 02:42:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tymmie  II

I woke once in the middle of the night, snuggled up behind Tymmie, my hand
at his pubic bone amidst his downy soft hairs with his hard teen cock
resting against the back of my hand. I nuzzled into his neck and he moaned
a little then clutched my hand in reflex as I drifted back into a deep
sleep.

I woke for good about seven, a little late for me but then the evening's
activities may have had some effect on that. Tymmie was laying on his back,
arm across his chest, and one hand under the covers. His mop of blonde hair
totally awry but not diminishing the fact that he still looked like the
cutest fucking thing I'd had the pleasure of bedding.

Resisting the urge to kiss him I sat up and slid gently from the bed and
padded into the kitchenette and made a pot of coffee before heading to the
bathroom.  I took care of my morning ablutions, needing to ablut badly,
then climbed into the shower. I was about half way done with that job when
the glass door opened and there stood the boy wonder in all his teenage
glory, his boyhood pride and joy in repose. Fuck he was beautiful.

"Can I join you Jon?" he asked sweetly.  As if I could ever refuse him
anything.

"Sure sweetie, climb in."  I moved out from under the spray so Tymmie could
soak up. Since I had the soap bar in my hands, I just started soaping down
his back down to the delicious orbs of his slim boy-ish ass. I washed in
the cleft then moved up inside, cleaning out his asshole and causing him to
moan. I turned him around and did his front and, on my knees, soaped up his
now hard cock and smooth balls. His groans became louder as I gently
massaged his maleness, taking time to slip backward to his hole about every
third swipe of my hand.

I finally stood and got him out from underneath the spray and proceeded to
wash his hair for him, all the while Tymmie was playing with my equally
hard cock, squeezing and stroking it.  That job done, I quickly had him
close his eyes while I washed his beautiful smooth face then got him all
rinsed off, taking special care of the area directly below his slender firm
waist.

By that time we were both pretty well heated up so I dropped to my knees in
front of him. I took a moment to take in the beauty of his boyhood
charms. His cock was fully boned and I could see it move with each beat of
his 13 year old heart. Tymmie's balls were at full hang and needless to say
the smooth eggs were a sight to behold and behold I did. His little nest of
hair was flattened due to the water but all that did was bring more
attention to his flat pubic bone.

I finished feeding my ocular senses and elected to feed my oral ones. I
reached and took hold of the young teen's rampant cock, pulled it down then
took into my mouth and swallowed it till my nose hit his hairs. Tymmie
groaned with pleasure as my throat muscle massaged his swollen cock head. I
reached around him with one hand and gripped onto one butt cheek then began
kneading the firm flesh. And while the other cupped his soft satiny boy
bag, I bobbed up and down on his young cock until he cried out,

"Oh fuck Jon I'm cumming," was about all he managed to get out of his mouth
before his cock swelled in my mouth and he thrust his hips forward, pumping
his first sperm of the day into my hungry mouth. Tymmie held my head while
he fucked my face, shoving all his boy cum down my throat. Of course I took
it all, not that there was a lot of it but there was enough to get a taste
of his sweet nectar.

Like me, and many men I know of, cumming in the shower causes me to go weak
in the knees and it was no different for the young teen boy. So I put my
arm around his waist to hold him upright as he finished his sperming,
reveling once more in the feel of his body against mine.  He finally
stopped all movement, and knowing how ultra sensitive his cock head was
right then, I chose not to do anything but just let it rest in my mouth
until Tymmie decided to remove it.

"God that was so hot, Jon," he said softly. "I thought I was gonna fall
over, thanks for holding me up."  He gently pulled away from me and I stood
up, taking him in my arms and kissing his perfect soft lips then saying,

"I will always hold you up baby boy. I love drinking your sperms Tymmie,
it's the sweetest in the world, I swear."  He laughed at that then asked if
I was gonna cum too. I suggested that we leave the shower because it'd take
forever if I tried it in there.  We got out and dried off then adjourned to
the bed. Tymmie wanted to help make me cum so proceeded to suck on my
cock. Well, suck isn't the only word I would use. He licked and slurped all
over the head, licked up and down the shaft and licked on my soft shaved
balls as well.

I had him turn sideways so I could play with his cock and balls while he
worked me over, which of course brought him back up to hardness again. I
told him to move again, only this time in a sixty-nine position with his
legs straddling my chest and his butt in my face. He readily made the
adjustment and I reached up, pulled open those magnificent orbs and dove
into his asshole.

Tymmie moaned and groaned as I licked, sucked, kissed, and all round paid
homage to his tight little hole. I somehow managed to reach the lube,
thumbed open the spout and got some in my hand then reached underneath the
boy and grabbed onto his rock hard little cock. Tymmie had to stop sucking
on my cock for a second in order to process the new feelings that were
ripping through his body, but when he went back, it was with a
vengeance. God almighty he was hot and horny.

Tymmie's breath rate was matching mine and I knew that we would cum about
the same time. I wanted to try and come at the same time so decided to
gauge his cum to mine. I relaxed on his cock while I kept on eating him out
and allowing my own orgasm to come up to the release state. As soon as I
knew I was there I began stroking the head of his cock furiously.

"Fuck Tymmie, there it is, I'm gonna cum oh god oh god Tymmie cum with me,
UUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHH I moaned out as I tried to climb inside the boys hole
tongue first. Man I tell you, cumming while your face is buried in a boy's
ass is so awesome. My body didn't let me down either, blasting out at least
seven jets of hot man cum. I was so busy I didn't have a clue where it
went. Tymmie was dealing with his own orgasm and somewhere in my own
delirious pleasure I could hear him.

"OH fuck oh god oh shit fuck," he moaned out as he fucked into my hand and
drained his boy balls for the second time in the space of maybe ten
minutes. As our orgasms began together, they also ended together and it
seemed like all motion just stopped. I let loose of his cock, he let go of
mine, I moved my face out of his wonderful ass and he rolled off of me and
turned around to lay on me, and I mean full on me. Our slowly wilting cocks
lay along side of each other and we kissed in slow easy kisses as opposed
to the tongue seeking, mouth exploring kind.

"That was fun," he said, reducing the experience to its simplest terms. I
laughed and said that indeed it was. I rolled him to his back and looked
down into his blue eyes.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered. "I could love you so easily."

"I know," was all he said then raising his head he kissed me again, knowing
that he meant the love part not the beautiful part. I needed coffee and
told him so and as we padded naked into the kitchen/living room area he
asked if he could have some as well.  I reasoned that it was only coffee so
told him he could. I asked what he wanted for breakfast, called the order
downstairs to the restaurant and twenty minutes later there was a knock at
the door. I wrapped a towel around my waist while Tymmie hid around the
corner and came out as soon as room service left. I dropped the towel and
we ate in the raw, and engaged in easy relaxed conversation.

Tymmie wanted to know about Hawaii; school, sports, the beach and other
activities. I explained that I lived in a three-bedroom townhouse on the
beach. He would have to go to private school because I had concerns about
the quality of education in public schools. I didn't tell him I was
concerned about his being white as well. I hate to say it, but racism does
exist in the islands and the public schools can be brutal. Notice I said,
can be and not is, but why tempt fate. I explained that there was plenty of
sports and activities for him to engage in.

The phone rang as we were finishing our meal and I picked it up somehow
knowing that it was Tymmie's mother.

"Yes Terry, we just finished breakfast and would be heading to your place
in about 10 minutes."  I listened for a few minutes, then said, "alright,
don't worry too much, we'll figure it out after I get there," and hung up.

"What's going on Jon," Tymmie asked, concern in his voice. I explained that
I wasn't sure exactly but had he been in trouble at school or with some
friend recently. He said no but, knowing how teenagers think, I asked if he
had been involved in something he shouldn't have been involved in. He sort
of hemmed and hawed then said that some friends of his had broken into a
school and taken some things, that he knew about it although he hadn't
really been involved in it. He also hadn't elected to tell anyone about
either. That pretty much made him an accessory to the crime because he
admitted that he knew about it before the crime was committed.

Tymmie said he was scared and I told him that he had every right to
be. What I didn't say was that it might be the leverage we needed to get
his parents to let him live with me.  If there were no warrants issued it
wasn't unlawful flight and even if a warrant was issued after Tymmie had
left it was unlikely the state would want to extradite a kid from another
state unless the charges were pretty extreme. In this case they were
serious, but not extreme.

That was pretty much my argument to Terry thirty minutes later as we sat in
their living room. Her husband Alex was on the speaker phone in their den
and in essence agreed with me. He was fucking pissed, to be sure but Alex
believed that his son was only involved to the extent that Tymmie
admitted. He also knew that the boy would pay a high price for that minimal
involvement and he would do anything to avoid something that would mar his
son's record in such a manner.

"You're sure that he wouldn't be an inconvenience Jon. I value our
friendship and wouldn't want to do anything to harm it. Tymmie can be a
handful."  And a mouthful I thought to myself but went on to assure Alex
that I had the space, the time, and the money as well as the desire to have
his son stay with me for an indeterminate amount of time. I just didn't see
it as a problem. My being gay, or dating, or having a partner-which I
didn't- did not even enter into the conversation.

"I do believe though Alex, that it would be prudent to get him out of here
as soon as possible, like in, today. Since school is out for the Holiday's,
getting his records priority mailed to Hawaii and getting him back into
school there won't be a problem. I suggest that we pack what clothes and
other things he wants and needs and I'll supervise that. I've checked out
of my hotel and am leaving town in an hour or so and will take him with
me. Certainly you can tell anyone that asks that Tymmie has moved to Hawaii
to live with an uncle for a year."

"That would be great Jon, I don't know how to thank you; it means a lot to
us."

I got on the phone and managed to wrangle another first class ticket on my
afternoon flight. I also requested that it be next to my seat so any
juggling that they could do to make it happen was fine with me.

I went to Tymmie's room, Terry tagging along carrying her youngest,
explaining along the way that it would be easier to buy a lot of his
clothes over there and that he only needed to take underclothes, a few
jeans and t-shirts, his baseball glove. He could stack whatever mementos he
wanted in a pile and his parents could ship it later if necessary.

"The weather is totally different so most of his clothes will be
impractical. He'll be going to private school so he'll have to wear a
uniform and I'll get him whatever other clothes he'll need."  Terry was
concerned about how much this was costing me and said that they'd pay me
back.

"Come on Terry, you know I can afford this and besides, I'm going to enjoy
doing it. I never get to spend time with my nieces and nephews so don't
worry about the cost." I knew there was no way they would have afforded
this on their own and besides, it was true. While I didn't consider myself
wealthy, I suppose that others did but in any case, I could afford this
easily. I owned my own consulting business and charged outrageous fees that
businesses and the government were eager to pay.

Twenty minute later, after hugs and kisses and lots of tears, Tymmie and I
were driving away from the house and four hours later we fastened our
seatbelts in first class. I had lucked out with side by side seats and of
course Tymmie occupied the window.  It was his first time in a plane so
needless to say there were tons of questions and comments so it didn't seem
like almost six hours had passed when we touched down at Honolulu
International Airport.

A thirty-minute cab ride and a fast elevator got us to my townhouse, a
corner unit high above Waikiki that offered a view clear into next week. We
discarded our shoes inside the entrance, a custom I find particularly
appealing, and I gave Tymmie a tour through the spacious living
arrangements. The main floor area consists of a gourmet kitchen, dining
area and large living room that is open onto lanai that is partially
covered. Tymmie was mighty impressed with the view. My office/den and a
three quarter bathroom complete the rooms on that floor.  Out on the lanai
Tymmie commented,

"And it's so warm here Jon, I can't believe how warm it is." And it was,
even though it was close to 9 pm. I took him up the curved staircase to the
second floor and showed him my bedroom and bath, saving his room for
last. His beautiful little face almost collapsed when I told him it was his
room, causing me to ask if there was a problem with that.

"I thought you said I could sleep with you and that we'd be able to be sexy
together." I swear to God I thought the little guy was going to cry. I
reached out my arms to him and he all but fell into them.  I held him
tightly and whispered,

"You can sleep with me and we'll be sexy together, as much as you want, but
you still have to have your own room, if only for appearances sake
Tymmie. I do have a cleaning service after all, as well as sometimes having
clients up and sometimes I entertain. It wouldn't do for people to think
we're lovers now would it? Besides, you need to have your own space, a
place for your things. There will be times when you may want some privacy,
or maybe even have a friend over. Understand baby boy?"  He nodded his head
while it was still buried.

"Speaking of cleaning service, we need to make sure that you put dirty
clothes in your own laundry bag because they do the laundry. Of course I
suppose that we could start doing our own. What do you think?"

He stepped away from me and, looking me in the eyes said,

"I don't know Jon.  It's all so new to me.  I'm just glad to be here with
you," and he went back into my arms.  I hadn't thought about that part
actually and now that he mentioned it, the whole thing probably was pretty
overwhelming for him, for any young teen. I backed away from him and said,

"You're right sweetie, how about we forget all that shit for now and let's
go out for a soda or something and I'll take you on a walking tour of
Waikiki, your new home?"  He smiled and said he'd like that a lot so,
that's what we did.

Tymmie was amazed at almost everything; the amount of people on the streets
at that hour, the street performers, the traffic on Kalakaua Ave, and of
course Waikiki beach.  We picked up some chicken satays and a soda in the
International Marketplace and walked across the street to the beach
afterward. Tymmie rolled up his pant legs and walked in the water,
commenting on how warm it was. We walked along the beach all the way down
to the Walls, Tymmie amazed at how soft the sand was. He didn't believe me
when I told him that large law mower like machines came down and raked the
beach every night so that when the tourists first came out in the morning
the beach would look perfect.

"No way Jon, I don't believe that," he said laughing. I told him we'd come
down some night and he could see for himself. Actually he would be able to
see it from the townhouse balcony although he probably wouldn't be able to
tell exactly what was going on because it was dark and parts of the beach
were obscured by palm trees.  We headed back home, arriving upstairs about
eleven and I went straight into the bathroom to pee.

When I came out of the bathroom Tymmie was lying on the sofa, his shoes off
and his pretty blue eyes barely open. It was going on one in the morning
for his young body and of course we had been up late the night before. My
baby boy was tired. I took a hand from his chest and coaxed him to a
standing position and guided him down the hall to my bedroom. The lights
would shut off automatically after fifteen minutes of no motion.

I sat him on the edge of my king sized bed and pulled his t-shirt up over
his head then gently pushed him backwards onto the bed. I tugged his socks
off then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled them off, getting a
little cooperation from their owner. I started to swing his legs under the
covers but in a sleepy voice he said,

"You forgot my underwear Jon."  Ooookay I though and slipped my fingers
into the waistband and pulled them down and off, depositing them with the
rest of the clothes.  His delicious cock was in repose, lying off to the
side. I scanned his body again and reflected on its beauty and
perfection. I have no doubt that a great many people looking at him this
way would arrive at a similar conclusion. He was, an almost perfect boy. I
only say almost because I always like to give a little bit of leeway.

I leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips, something he didn't seem
to be satisfied with. He placed his arms around my neck and held me,
kissing me longer, although softly and without tongue.

"Thank you Jon, so much," he said, almost asleep.

"Sleep well my sweet prince," I whispered then pulled the sheet and
coverlet up to his neck then left to take my evening shower before falling
into bed myself.

I was brought to the surface from a deep sleep about seven thirty the
following morning by the gentle chime of my bedside phone. I picked it up,
answering hello as I walked away from the bed toward the bathroom, my piss
hard-on pointing the way. It was Terry asking if I had gotten her message
from the night before. I remembered that I forgot to check my phone
messages, which is very out of character but understandable under the
circumstances, and I told her so.

It turns out that the police showed up at their home about two hours after
Tymmie and I left and the long and short of it was that they want to
question him regarding a school break-in where some computer components
were taken. It seems that Tymmie was implicated in some way and of course
the police wouldn't say how. She asked how he was doing and I gave her a
glowing report and that he was still sound asleep. She then remembered the
two-hour time difference and apologized for waking me up. We chatted a bit
longer as I wandered into the kitchen. My Keurig was set to go on at
7a.m. so was on and waiting for me. I finally hung up the phone as I pushed
the start button. I went to front door, opened it, and retrieved the
morning paper electing to read it on the lanai. I had just poured my third
cup of coffee and a moment later Tymmie strolled into the room, his
softened cock bobbing as he walked.

"Morning sunshine," I said as he approached me. He came straight into my
arms, necessitating the depositing of the coffee on the counter top, and
hugged me saying good morning at the same time. His body was still warm
from the bed and felt wonderful against my skin and I told him so.

"Orange juice in the fridge along with a few other drinkable's and a plate
of cut up fresh fruit" I told him. "Why don't you grab something and come
out on the lanai." I returned to my perch and started reading Island Life
when he plopped down in a chair opposite me, and sorted through the paper
until he found the sports page.  We both read, and ate in silence for about
five minutes until I spoke.  Setting the paper down, I told him about his
mother's phone call. He didn't have much comment other than repeating what
he had told me the night before.


"Well," I sighed, "t'ain't nuttin nobody can do about it now. You're safe
here."  He asked if I was angry with him and I told him not in the least
was I angry with him. He got up, came over and hugged me telling me again
that he was grateful for what I was doing for him. He was hugging me from
the side, his cock within reach of my hand and as I was thinking about
perhaps grasping it, his hand slipped down into my lap and began playing
with my softened cock and balls.

"I'm glad you're not angry with me Jon," he cooed into my ear as he felt me
up. I slipped my hand over the arm of the chair and began doing to Tymmie
what he was doing to me, his young teen cock achieving full on chubby
status in record time. I lowered my head to meet his smaller one and, still
rubbing his balls, I took the head into my mouth while my other hand
slipped around his waist and gently kneaded his firm little ass. It was a
difficult position, in that, I couldn't get his cock all the way into my
mouth while he still had a grip on my hard cock. I broke away, the stood up
and scooped the naked boy into my arms. I held him high enough to suckle
his cock as I walked into the living room and knelt down, gently depositing
him on the deep carpet like the treasure he was.

I started back in sucking his throbbing boy flesh. The boy put up with it
for a moment but he was having none of that one sided stuff at all.

"Turn so I can suck on you too Jon." I obeyed his wish, turning so that we
were in the classic side-by-side position and the boy eagerly took my cock
and began slurping on the head, cleaning off the precum that was dripping
from my slit. I wrapped an arm over his hip and resumed playing with his
ass as I licked and sucked on his cock as well as his smooth hairless
balls. I guided his butt so that he started slowly fucking into my mouth,
but it was sort of difficult for him to maintain as he was really into
sucking on my cock and it must have been hard to concentrate on doing both
while adolescent hormones and feelings were raging through his young body.

He stopped all of a sudden saying,

"I'm cumming Jon, fuck I'm...UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGG", he grunted as his cock
swelled and he thrust his hips forward, his warm young sperm blasting into
the roof of my mouth and sliding down my throat. I felt about three small
globs and then it was over, although I was sure that a small amount of
liquid continued to seep out.  I held him, gently rubbing his butt, my
mouth perfectly still. I didn't want to let go of him but I also didn't
want to cause him to giggle and squirm because of the sensitivity of his
now used tube.  I finally let go and Tymmie rolled onto his back, his
breath still rapid but slowing.

"God I love squirting out with you Jon, it's so hot, you know just what to
do to me. I want you to cum now, what should I do?" I told him to go get
the lube from my nightstand so he trotted up the stairs and when he
returned I told him how to jack me, by concentrating on the head of my cock
until I was about to cum then working just on the shaft.  He did as he was
asked, turned of course so that I could play with his now softened cock and
his balls. It didn't take long before I was grunting and thrusting, my cock
shooting out gooey strands of warm cum up onto my panting torso.

"Fuck. You make so much cum Jon it's so awesome," he exclaimed as he
continued to stroke my cock, forcing every last drop of liquid that my
balls had to offer up. He finally let go and moved along side of me, his
hand lingering at my crotch and playing idly with my drained testicles.  "I
so love to watch you squirt out, gosh it's just so, I dunno, interesting,"
he said.

"Well that works out well for me too since I love having you make me squirt
out you delicious little thing." He smiled at that then said,

"I need to go to the bathroom. Why don't you get in the shower and I'll
join you when I'm finished."  That was a great idea I told him, thinking to
myself that the boy was getting into the swing of things quite nicely. We
headed upstairs to my bedroom, walking side by side. I headed past the
throne to my shower room while Tymmie parked himself there. I had just
finished shampooing my hair when the boy joined me.

My shower room is just that, a room about eight by ten feet with multiple
shower heads, a sitting bench and, amazingly, a large sliding window about
waist high that overlooks the beach. The window is almost always open and
serves the purpose of airing the room out as well as drying it and
providing light, all of which cut way down on the need to scrub to
eradicate the mold problem. Tymmie was suitably impressed.

We went through the shower ritual of soaping each other, lingering at the
sensual points but neither of us catching wood. When it came to his
asshole, Tymmie insisted that he do it himself, being a little
self-conscious since he had just used the orifice.

"What are we gonna do today Jon?" he asked as he arched his back and
reached around behind him. I told him I thought that first and foremost we
should get him some proper island clothing. I needed to call the school
that I was planning for him to attend and see about getting him
enrolled. Other than that it was a free day. "Cool," was his response as we
finished the job, got out and dried off.

We got dressed, me in my general wear of cargo shorts, slippers and a
t-shirt and Tymmie in jeans, T, and tennis shoes. I phoned downstairs to
have my car brought around then we headed out, jumping in the elevator and
shooting down to the ground floor lobby and exiting the open air entry way
of the building just as my car was pulling up under the huge portico.
Robbie, the day garage boy and a very cute one at that, jumped out and,
holding the door open for me said,

"Here you go Mr. Newman. I washed and waxed it yesterday as you requested."
He ran around and opened the passenger door for Tymmie who had essentially
just stopped and stared. The car caused that reaction often. A fully
reburbished 03 Acura NSX, I had the car repainted a black Murano pearl with
very fine black cherry pin stripping. The windows were a deep tinted black
and the custom chrome rims gleamed. The car looked bad assed and the
throaty rumble of the custom exhaust supported that image. The day was
totally clear so I had Robbie remove the top panel, allowing us to ride in
the open air.

"Fuuuck," was all Tymmie had to say as he sunk into the black leather seat,
Robbie helping him to hook up his three point restraints.  I had decided to
head out of the city to the outlet mall and begin our journey there. The
regular shopping centers were still overwhelmed with after holiday returns
and that sort of thing. Besides, there were some pretty good stores, all
within a few hundred feet of each other so it was a time saving thing there
as well. I got out into traffic and headed straight for the freeway where I
opened the car up and let her rip, causing Tymmie to laugh in delight.

"This is so awesome Jon, I can't believe it, what a totally hot car," he
exclaimed. Traffic was still only moderate so thirty minutes later I was
parking in a corner spot in front of the Tommy outlet store. Now, I didn't
exactly know what I wanted my baby boy to project in terms of image but
what I didn't want particularly was the jeans hanging down to his knees
with most of his glorious, however scantily clothed, ass hanging out. The
boys here dressed like that quite a bit and I fucking enjoyed looking but
that wasn't what I wanted for Tymmie. Fortunately he agreed that it wasn't
exactly his style.

We wandered inside and nosed around, coming out about thirty minutes or so
later with a couple of plaid semi-dress shirts, some Tommy jeans, both
regular full length and the beach type that reach just below the knee,
depending on the kid, and a couple Tommy T's.  We deposited the bags in the
car then went into the Local Motion store where Tymmie found a pair of
board shorts that he liked. We followed that with the American Eagle outlet
store and there the dilemma started. We managed to get it resolved easily
however in that, we got a couple pair of boxer briefs because he wanted to
try those out. We got a variety of trunks and some regular briefs as well,
all of them in the typical AE bright colors. We also picked up a pair of
cotton Pajama like pants for wearing around the house, although I had seen
some of the boys wearing them on the street as well.

We dumped those in the car then went up to the Sketcher store and left with
a pair of leather sandals, deciding to hit one of the large department
stores later on for a wider choice of footwear.  The clothing part
finished, we headed to the Fragrance Store and he picked out some Polo
Sport and some Aqua Di Gio. I had a large selection of colognes and told
him he could try any of them he wanted to.

Tymmie wanted to get some t-shirts as well and I discovered that he liked
the logo kind and the best place on the island to get those is at the swap
meet, a huge vendor sort of affair that happens on Wednesdays, Saturdays,
and Sunday's every week outside Aloha stadium. The place is extremely
popular with locals and tourists alike and you can get everything from
Jewelry to luggage, food and clothing of all sorts.

Most of the vendors hocking t-shirt sell them either 5 or 10 for twenty
bucks depending on the brand name and for teenagers who are typically hard
on their clothing, the swap meet is a very practical place to shop. Of
course the name sort of indicates used things but I assure you, it's all
brand fucking new. I takes a good hour to go around the stadium and that's
if you only go into a fourth of the two hundred or more stands. So, an hour
and a half later we were done and my boy had ten T's as well as socks, a
couple of ball caps, some rayon type pants that the lower legs unzip from
to make shorts, a couple more pair of board shorts, and other types of
shorts, some slipper (flip-flops) and a puka shell necklace.

We were both starving and since we were close, I decided on a tiny little
place that serves the best fucking Kahlua Pork sandwiches on the island. At
Da Big Kahuna we managed to score one of the six tables in the place and
sat back to enjoy the feast. The manager is a friend of mine and came out
to say hello and I introduced him to Tymmie. As we were finishing the
sandwiches, one of the kitchen staff deposited two chocolate cream pies on
the table compliments of the manager. The items in question are served in
plastic type of food container about five inches square, the crust
surrounding a puddle of incredible chocolate filling topped with whipped
cream. They were already in plastic bags "to go" since the main course was
so filling that eating the dessert before leaving was out of the question,
as my friend well knew.

Back at home, we lugged everything upstairs and spread it all over Tymmie's
bed and pulled off tags and Tymmie modeled a few of his things before
folding, or placing them on hangers and putting away. He was anxious to try
out the boxer briefs so, still in a t-shirt, he pulled off the underwear he
was wearing and went about opening a package of the new underwear. I
watched attentively, his cock bouncing about as his upper body moved
around, attacking the package. He finally got it out, unraveled from the
cardboard pieces and tugged the underwear on, adjusting his stuff then
posing in front of the mirror, then in front of me.

"I like em Jon, they fit good, they feel pretty comfortable too. What do
you think?"

"You look good in them baby boy," I told him. "Of course you look better
out of them," I added with a leer. He walked toward me, not a little
seductively saying,

"I do, do I?  What do you want to do about that?" I reached to him, placing
my hands on his slender hips. I was sitting on the edge of his bed so his
groin was almost in my face but not quite. By lowering my head a little I
remedied that situation, laying my cheek against him, moving a hand around
behind him and gently cupping a cheek. The smell of new clothing was strong
and I told him so. I slipped my fingers into the waistband and pulled them
down far enough to free all his wares and so that my cheek was then against
his rapidly rising boyhood.  The hand in the back returned to the flesh of
his butt, the other one electing to cup and fondle his smooth bag o' balls.

"Wouldn't want to get those new clothes all sticky with precum now would
we?" I asked softly as I continued my manipulation of his various body
parts. I pulled my head slightly back allowing his now, full on hard boy
cock to spring up in front of me like a valiant little soldier. I licked up
and down the side of his cock a few times then directed the head toward my
mouth and took it in, suckling the satiny flesh and causing the owner to
groan quietly.

Tymmie turned his body to face me and I pushed the underwear to the floor
and I presumed that he stepped out of the since his legs then spread open
as I swallowed his young cock to the root, his downy soft hairs poking my
nose. Tymmie pulled his t-shirt off so that he then stood naked before me
in all his young glory. Using my hands for encouragement I communicated to
him to fuck into my mouth, which he began doing, using his hands at the
sides of my head to help keep him stable. The delicious odors of boy wafted
into my nostrils as I sucked him, making the whole situation that much more
hot for me, allowing me to keep his cock head at the back of my throat and
use my throat muscles to constrict on it. That drove him wild.

"Oh god Jon that feels so good on my cock what you're doing, I gonna
fucking cum soon, oh god." And cum soon he did. About thirty seconds later
he groaned loudly, holding my head tighter and thrusting his hips in
farther in an attempt to crawl into my mouth, cock first.  His cock
thickened in my mouth and I felt the warmth of his young sperm as it hit
the back of my throat causing me to relax my hold on the squirting
appendage in order to swallow his offering of gooey cum.

And then, as usual, the show was over except for the breathing. Oh! And the
fact that the rigidity in my own shorts needed readjustment badly. I
removed my mouth from the delicious hunk of boy flesh, guided him sideways
and stood up, thrusting my hand down the front of my shorts and moving my
ramrod hard cock into a more favorable position.

"Aren't you going to cum to Jon?" he asked when he figured out that I
wasn't undoing my shorts.

"Naawwww, its not always necessary for me to cum every single time I make
you cum baby boy, and I'm okay with that."  Tymmie seemed to accept that
and went back to the business of unpacking and storing his new clothes,
still naked of course. It was so great to watch him move about, his now
soft cock bobbing about, his tight little ass swaying gently as he walked
away from me.

As Tymmie pulled on clothing, I looked about the large room, assessing it.
The boy needed a desk and computer, probably shelving of some kind as
well. The room was designed for adult living, had a walk in closet that
included built in drawers. It needed to be boy-ized so I asked Tymmie for
his thoughts, letting him in on what I had been thinking.

"I can have my own computer, that's awesome," he said with a smile and came
straight over and hugged me.  One whole wall lent itself to the idea of
desk and wall mounted shelves which, when mentioned to Tymmie, met with his
approval.  "Then I can have my mom pack up some of my things and mail em to
me, ya think?" I agreed that there was no reason not to follow through with
such a plan.

"What else do you think you might want or need?" I asked him. We talked
about a TV, video game set-ups and the like. I had some strong beliefs on
that. I kept a TV in my office/den but not in the living area. I choose not
watch the damned thing for the most part, although I have cable with all
the bells and whistles. I explained all of that to Tymmie.

"Tell you what baby boy. How about if we put off those things for now and
you see about getting you involved in outside activities first? I'm
thinking that those kinds of activities might keep you pretty busy. Does
that sound okay?" Tymmie said that was okay for now, that we could see
about those other things later on. He didn't seem too awfully disappointed
in that decision.

The other thing I was thinking was maybe getting him to read more, not that
I knew anything of his reading habits at that time. I read voraciously, had
a large collection of books, some of which he might even find interesting,
and wanted to see about expanding that habit with him. Of course school
would take up a great deal of time as well what with studying and school
sports. No, electronic babysitters were not needed at the moment.

We left the house-I call it a house but it's not of course- and went
downstairs, this time to the parking garage to the motorcycle area.  I had
ridden and owned bikes most of my life and at that time I owned another
Harley, although not "just" a Harley. When I bought the Acura and had it
redone, I decided to have my bike done as well, so the paint schemes
matched. The frame had been "chopped", the engine rebuilt and much of it
chromed, including custom rims that were a close match to those on the car.

The lot guys kept my helmet and goggles in a small room for such things and
I had them retrieve two pair of the tinted ones, along with the keys. Once
again, Tymmie was suitably impressed, particularly when I fired the fucker
up, the minimally baffled pipes creating a great deal of noise in the
enclosed area. I elected to not wear helmets, something I often choose to
do on short jaunts in town. Call me crazy and dangerous but it's how I like
to ride and considering that I'd ridden without accident for fifteen years
at least, I figured the risk was worth it. Once out on the street, I
cracked the bike open and we roared off in search of things for Tymmie's
bedroom, the recipient of same, hugging me tightly, his firm young body
fitting to me like a second skin.

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