Date: Thu, 04 Jan 2024 17:46:26 +0000
From: troythewriter <troythewriter@proton.me>
Subject: Boy with the sexy neck: part 3

Life happens, so it's been a while since I've been able to write.
Here is the next chapter in Eric and Tim's story.  I hope you like it!
As always, feedback is appreciated at troythewriter@proton.me

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Tim stands in the bedroom doorway of the one bedroom apartment and
watches Eric sleeping.  It is hot in the room and Tim finally has to
break Eric's embrace just to cool down.  He is still store from last
night and his butt still feels squishy with lube and cum.


Eric lies on his left side, facing away from him, so Tim can only see his
back and muscular butt.  Who is this man that had made him behave that
way last night?  That was very unlike Tim- he usually is always in
control but he gave it all up last night.


Eric stretches and rolls onto his back, the sheets still around his
ankles because of the heat.  Tim watches the enormous soft dick heave
over Eric's left leg and his and ballsack roll over and settle between
his thighs.  He stares in disbelief at the sheer volume of flesh Eric has
between his legs.  No wonder he has a hard time finding clothes he can
wear.


Tim watches a blade of early morning sunlight sneak past the window blind
to cut Eric right across the crotch. It divides him in a way that makes
Tim regard the upper and lower halves separately: sweet, generous, and
self conscious on top, and brutally sexual below.  Both halves in a
constant struggle with each other.


The sunlight makes Eric's sandy blond pubic hair sparkle, making his
groin seem magical and enchanted.


Eric must have felt the heat from the sunlight, and spreads his legs a
bit to stretch again as he gradually shakes off the blissful sleep.  Tim
watches Eric's balls fall into the sinkhole between his legs as they
part, although there was still not enough gravity to pull his heavy cock
all the way over Eric's thigh.


Once again he marvels at how unaware Eric is of his own sexual
magnetism.  Having spent more time around him lately, he began to see
both men and women react to his presence.  A lingering glance, a flare of
the nostrils, the dilated pupils.   An unconscious extra deep inhale as
he passes by to catch more of his scent.  How did this God of Cock end up
with Tim when the world was his to dominate?  Tim's penis begins to
swell again thinking of all the things he wanted to do to Eric, and
remembering the things Eric had already done to him.


Eric stirs, stretching like a cat in the sunlight as he notices Tim
standing naked in the doorway watching him.  He immediately reaches down
to cover himself, inexplicably shy, even still, being naked around the
younger man.


"Why are you staring at me? Was I snoring?"


"Just got up to pee and you were too cute lying there in the sunlight.
You know you're a human radiator, right? It's ridiculously hot in here
and I was burning up."


Eric pulls the thin sheet back over himself and adjusts his pillow to
prop up his head.


"Can't help it.  I've always been that way.  I barely need blankets in
the winter."


Tim walks back to his side of the bed and crawls in next to Eric. He
immediately begins to sweat again.


"Uh huh. Sure. Must be awful."


He rolls over and scoots in next to Eric to resume their spooning.  It is
still early and they don't have to be at Brunch until 11:00.  Eric puts
his left arm under Tim's head and embraces his chest with his right,
bringing him into a full embrace and bending his knees to make more
contact. Tim can feel the soft fur of Eric's chest against his back as
he is pulled in tighter still.  Eric begins nuzzling the back of Tim's
neck, that original spot of exposed skin that got Eric's attention in
the first place. Tim shivers with the feeling: it is ticklish and
passionate, and he knows it is one of Eric's triggers.  Sure enough, he
feels Eric's cock begin to engorge between his butt cheeks.  Tim pushes
his ass back against the rising monster.  Despite his soreness, the
memory Eric's cock filling him up last night gets his own dick aroused
again.


He is reluctant to have Eric inside of him again quite so soon, but he
remembers his uncle's advice during their phone call the week before:
`In your 20's, everyone is beautiful, energetic, and no-one has any
real responsibility yet.  Enjoy the gift of your body while you can,
because tomorrow is not promised. I guarantee, you won't regret making a
B instead of an A in freshman Econ, so make sure you have as much fun as
you can, while you can.'


Everyone should have a gay uncle to talk to!


He holds Eric's hand on his chest and snuggles deeper into the spoon,
his sweat beginning to make their two bodies stick together.  Tim knows
they have all weekend together and resolves he is going to have sex with
Eric as many times and as many ways he can this weekend.  It is his new
mission.


______________________________


Tim is right, it is too hot in the bedroom, but he would be damned if he
was letting go now.  Last night Eric experienced the best sex he'd ever
had.  They'd had "the talk", both been tested for STD's at the school
clinic, and decided they were now `together'.  Which meant they could
stop using condoms.


Wow, what a difference. They had explored their new sensations and given
in to their lust, but neither had lasted very long.


Now, Tim is curled up next to him, and Eric is exploring his favorite
spot on his neck again. He nuzzles, nips, licks, and tickles him in his
favorite spot. He is getting hard again and feels his cock rise between
Tim's thighs.  He  reaches around to feel Tim's crotch and the boy is
already rock hard.


"Want to go again?" Eric asks?


Tim reaches between his legs and squeezes the massive, hardening penis.
"How could I ever say no to this?!"


Tim, as usual, starts off on top as he adjusts to Eric's size.  This
time, he works to get his full length deep inside him. He is pretty sure
his insides are being rearranged, but he needs to feel Eric completely
inside of him.


The heat and feeling without the extra layer of latex between them
increases Eric's sensitivity.  He feels Tim adjust and take him a few
centimeters deeper than he ever has, and he has to make Tim stop before
he cums too quickly.  Tim's half-hard dick is leaking copious pre-cum,
and remembering how he loves the boy's taste, Eric makes him stand so he
can suck the delightful fluid from his little prick.  He reaches around
and roughly massages his ass cheeks, pushing Tim's dick deeper into his
mouth and exploring his foreskin with his tongue and teeth.  He rubs
around Tim's hole with his middle finger and is rewarded with another
glob of pre-cum as Tim grabs Eric's shoulders and tries not to fall over
from the overwhelming sensation.  Finally it is Tim's turn to push Eric
off his dick to keep from cumming too soon.


"Shit Eric, I need your dick back in my ass."


Tim drops to his knees and puts his head on the pillow, leaving his ass
up in the air.  He reaches around and spreads his cheeks to expose his
lubed and ready hole.


Eric is shocked at first- Tim is usually either riding him cowboy style
or on his back in missionary. He always set the terms for who was doing
what, which Eric had actually appreciated. With the condoms now
abandoned, Tim had become intensely passive.


Eric takes over massaging Tim's butt cheeks- one fit nicely in each
hand- and uses his finger to tease around Tim's hole.  Tim pushes back
and out to try to get more penetration.  Eric obliges, inserting his
thick middle finger into Tim's hole and immediately finding his
prostate.  Tim makes a low guttural sound and another glob of pre-cum
falls from his half-hard dick onto the sheets.  Tim is rarely fully hard
when getting fucked, but always leakes pre-cum like a broken faucet.


Eric stands on the bed and positions himself behind Tim, crouching to
line up his rigid cock to Tim's hole and gently makes contact with his
cockhead.  "Are you ready?  I'll go slow."


"Oh God, yes!  Shove it in me! FUCK!"


Tim spreads his cheeks with his hands and pushes his ass back against the
enormous penis at his backdoor. By just staying still, Eric's entire
length enters the boy, deeper than he ever had, his scrotum mashing
against Tim's taint.


Tim releases his cheeks and feels for the root of Eric's shaft with his
left hand. Eric looks down as Tim feels the size and presence of his
cock, astonished once again at Tim's capacity to take his width.  Tim
puts his hand in front of him, pushing himself up and back to increase
the pressure.  Eric gets the message that he should take control.


He reaches down and grabs Tim's hands from in front of him, forcing his
head back into the pillow.  He pulls back on Tim's arms and shoved his
pelvis forward, driving his cock deep into him.  It seems like Tim stops
breathing as he is held in place.  Suddenly Tim gasps for air. Eric
releases his arms and grabs him by the hips, slowly pulling his dick out
of Tim's tight, wet hole, making him feel every inch and vein and ridge,
until just his head is still inside.  He pushes back in just as slowly,
giving Tim a long slow dicking. Tim's asshole is still trying to resist
at first, gripping at the invading member with every stroke, and judging
from the moans and groans Tim is clearly still adjusting to the
invasion.  Slowly he relaxes and loosens up, and Eric sped up his
rhythm.  Tim closes his eyes, opens his mouth slightly, and starts
breathing hard.


"Yes!  Oh God you're so big.  Oh yeah, FUCK my ass!  Make me feel it!
Use my fucking HOLE!"


Eric is shocked again by the filthy language, but also turned on like
never before.  His dick swells a little more as he makes longer, harder,
faster strokes.  He re-adjusts his feet to be just in front of Tim's
knees to get better leverage, then picks up his pace.  He grips Tim's
hips hard and pulls the boy's ass into his pummeling cock with every
down stroke.  He adjusts the angle of his thrusts to better aim at Tim's
prostate.  He feels Tim go week beneath him as he makes a little squeal.
Eric holds him up with his strong hands, refusing to let Tim escape his
fucking. He speeds up even more, and is now slapping Tim's taint with
his balls as he feels his own urgency increase.


"Oh yeah, I'm going to cum.  Do you want my load in your ass?!" Eric
growls down at Tim.


Tim can only grunt "Uhn.  Uhn. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.  Cum inside me!" he
says into the pillow.


A few more hard strokes pushes Eric over the edge, and be begins to
unload.  He shoves all the way inside to bury his load as deep as
possible. He feels Tim shiver and quake as he continues to hold him up by
the hips. Eric can feel Tim's sphincter spasm and the extra pressure on
his dick tells him Tim is deep in his own orgasm. They stay in place for
a few seconds, but post-coital exhaustion overcomes Eric and he withdraws
his softening cock, leaving Tim's hole gaping and his rectum exposed to
the air.  Tim shivers again and sinks to his stomach on the mattress,
clenching his butt cheeks against the emptiness left by Eric's
withdrawal.  Eric stands up straight on the bed, and looks down at Tim's
heaving back and at his own heavy, glistening cock.  He realizes he is
also breathing hard and suddenly needs to lie down.


He collapses on his back next to Tim, catches his breath, and says "wow,
that was...wow."  Tim doesn't immediately respond. "You OK?" Eric asks
with new concern.  He is afraid he'd taken things too far- a constant
fear of his given the reaction of past partners and their attempts at
being penetrated by Eric's massive size.


"Oh my God.  I came so hard my balls ache." Tim says. He'd never cum
just from getting fucked before, but he just had a mind blowing, full
body orgasm, and he never even touched his own dick.


He rolls over and into Eric's chest, who immediately reaches around to
bring Tim into a spooning embrace.


"You're amazing.  You know that, right?" He whispers into Tim's ear.


"And you're some kind of fucking sex God. Are you like secretly the son
of Zeus?"


"My dad's name is Reginald.  People just called him Bull."


"Of course they did!" Tim laughs out loud.  Eric feels both their
heartbeats slow down as they bask in the afterglow.  He reaches down and
pulls the thin sheet over them as he settles his still heavy cock between
Tim's cheeks.  All the sweat, lube, and cum has left their skin sticky
as they began to drift into sleep. Tim wiggles his butt a little to find
the perfect position, and they both go quiet.


Thirty minutes later, both men are sticky, sweaty, and ready for a
shower. They peel their bodies apart with an audible squelching sound,
and Tim heads to the bathroom.  Over the sound of the shower, Eric hears
Tim on the toilet getting rid of the load he'd left in his ass. Once
again, he can't help but worry about the physical effect was having on
the younger man, but he can't deny he enjoyed fucking him, hard and
without having to hold back. Tim, evidently, had enjoyed it too.


Once he knows Tim is in the shower, he joins him in the small bathroom
and stands at the toilet to take his own long, loud piss. He peeks around
the curtain to see Tim with his hair lathered up and his eyes closed,
giving Eric another chance to admire the boy's body. He has the youthful
beauty you'd expect of a nineteen year old: tall, slim frame, lithe
musculature. Supple, creamy white skin punctuated by dark freckles. And
of course that neck: long but strong, a prominent Adam's apple in front,
holding up Tim's lovely head. Tim catches Eric staring and smiles.
"Like the show?"


Eric grins back and says "absolutely worth the price of admission!"


Tim rinses off the suds as Eric watches, giving special attention to his
ass for Eric's benefit.  He turns off the water and declared "your
turn.  I hope there's still hot water left. Hand me a towel?"


Eric makes room for him to get out then takes his own shower, relishing
the pounding hot water on his rough skin. Despite having cum twice in the
last 12 hours, his dick is still heavy and fat, and he is worried about
it not going down enough in time to get dressed.  He decides to embrace
his new boldness, and just not worry about other people's reaction to
his bulge.


The two stand naked in the bedroom preparing to dress. Eric's default
wardrobe suddenly feels disappointing, and he says to Tim "man, I need
to get some new clothes. I'm tired of cargo pants."


"Thank God."  Tim answers. "You need to show off that bod more." With
that Tim starts rummaging through Eric's closet and pulls out potential
alternatives. He lands on a pair of soft, faded jeans, which he hands
questioningly to Eric.  "When was the last time you wore these?"


"Probably my sophomore year" Eric replies.  "I actually had a female
teacher call me in after class to tell me my clothing was not appropriate
in her classroom and that she would kick me out if I wore these again. It
was pretty horrible."


"But you kept them... so..."


"I don't know.  It was both traumatizing, but also transgressive, you
know? The thought that someone was looking at me that way, noticing my
body. I guess keeping them was both a reminder of that teacher's
reaction, but also a way to hold on to part of that feeling? Now I'd
just say `fuck you, maybe just stop staring at my junk if it bothers
you.' I actually almost wore these to dinner with the guys the other
night."


"Put them on- let me see!"


Eric digs out a pair of boxers before Tim says "no- I want to see you
commando. No underwear- just put them on."  Eric has never even
considered that.  He stares at the jeans for a second.  His dick is still
slightly chubbed from the morning's play time, but he  shimmies into
them over his bare skin.


"Holy shit Eric, if you'd worn those to dinner we could have just
declared me the winner of the size queen contest without all that drama
at your apartment!" he teased.


Eric throws his unused boxers at Tim and play-shouts "shut up you little
perv! I can't go out in public like this!"


To prove Eric's point about being a perv, Tim catches the boxers and
gives them a big sniff. "What ever happened to `fuck you', huh? Which
is it? I say you wear those jeans- just like that- to brunch this
morning."


Eric considers this risqué proposition.  Brunch is clearly the gayest
meal of the week, so he probably wasn't going to encounter young
children or a crowd of Karens. And it isn't like the Four Pack would be
shocked- they might even enjoy it.


"Are you just trying to show me off as your boy toy?  `Cause I might be
OK with that."


Tim grins and claps his hands, then struts over to Eric and gives him a
big smooch while grabbing him through his jeans.  After a sloppy minute
of necking, they break apart and Tim examines his handiwork- Eric is now
packing quite the salami.  "That's my big boy! Let's get to brunch!"
He picks out a tight tee shirt for Eric then finishes dressing himself.


Eric decides to treat the situation like Halloween.  He's just wearing a
costume, right?  Nothing to see here, and besides it's all just in good
fun. It is the only way his head can process this and not have a panic
attack.


He avoids the mirror on his way out the door.


The restaurant is in what passes for the Gayborhood. Eric keeps his eyes
looking firmly forward to avoid acknowledging the stares and double
takes. More than once he hears someone whisper "did you see that?  You
don't think that's real, do you?"


Tim is loving it. "This is fun, isn't it!" He holds Eric's arm with
both hands for a few steps in a flirty, affectionate way.


"Yeah, I'm not sure that's the word I'd use... I feel like I've been
plucked out of a Tom of Finland poster."


"What's Tom of Finland?" Tim asks.  "Is that like a European soccer
team or something?"


Eric reaches out for his neck and brings him in for a peck on the lips.
"Oh sweetie, you have so much more to learn."


The meet the rest of the guys who are already holding their table. They
smile and leer, and Sebastian says with his trademark lisping smirk
"Love your jeans!"