Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2009 07:35:00 -0400
From: nuday101@hushmail.com
Subject: Pursuing Timothy  Part Four

This story contains sexual contact between males.  If it is unlawful or
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characters are fictional, I hope you enjoy it. Your emails and responses
are appreciated. A great thanks to Pete for all his input and editing.

Pursuing Timothy Part Four

Greg and I met at the bus stop like every school day. We always waited to
get on last so we could make fun of the other kids as we headed towards the
back bench; everybody knows that's our spot. Walking through the bus is
always interesting, Jim Olson always sits in the front seat picking his
nose with one hand while covering his face with another, like no one can
see, right? Angie Barlow never wears underwear and likes to sit with her
feet up on the seat, a little too hairy for me, thanks. Roland Garza reads
the entire way, now that's just weird; at least Greg and I are
normal. Today our conversation leads to the events of last night.

I said, "Hey thanks for the lesson yesterday, so do you think I got any
better at it?"

"Yeah, with a bit more practice you're going to be a great cocksucker,"
complemented Greg.

"Thanks for the demonstrations, sorry it took so many for me to get the
hang of it," I apologized.

Greg said, "Hey no problem, I didn't mind working with King Louis."

"Is that what you call it? Why?" I asked.

"Because a few times last night my dick felt like Marie Antoinette," he
laughed.

"Oh sorry," I said, "I'll try to do better, how's this look," I curled my
lips back over my teeth and made my best cock sucking face.

Greg smiled, "Better, we'll practice that after school today," I was
informed.

"Oh sure," I said, "But did you notice that your cum has a different taste
than mine?

"Yeah, you're kind of salty. I wonder if it has anything to do with diet,"
Greg speculated.

"I'm not sure, let's eat nothing by sweets today and see what happens," I
suggested and Greg agreed.

Greg had his thinking look on and said, "I think we need to figure out what
Snyder likes. You know gays either like dick meaning their bottom boys, or
they like ass, meaning they want to be on top."

"On top of what?" I asked.

"King Louis," he answered.

"Oh my! How are we going to figure that out?" I worried.

"You're going to need to get Mike alone and drop your jeans and see which
he grabs for, ass or dick," Greg decided.

"How am I supposed to accidentally drop my jeans and boxers, that just is
not going to work," I argued.

"You're right, you'll need to lose the boxers, slip them off and give them
to me," smiled Greg.

"Here on the bus, are you crazy?"

I got that look from Greg and knew there was no point in arguing this,
after all he was right. So I pushed back into the corner part of the seat
and slipped my jeans down over my shoes and pulled my boxers off. I saw
Gary Rogers sneaking a peek, but he knew better than to say anything or we
would ridicule him all the way home on the bus.

Why my dick picked this moment to go hard I don't know, but it didn't
help. It must be the cool air or the vibration from the back wheels. I had
a tough time stuffing him down the left leg of my jeans and making sure I
tucked my balls way back before zipping, we've all made that mistake
before, damn that hurts. Doesn't it?

Greg told me to hand him my boxers and I watched him stuff them into his
backpack. I gave a questing look and he said, "Souvenir."

"So that's where my boxers have been going," I speculated.

Greg blushed and said shyly, "Sorry, I think it's just a phase I'm going
through."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I told him. "Once I took a pair of your dirty
underwear from your laundry and hid them under my bed. My dog found them
and ran around the house with them in his mouth. That was a tough one to
explain to my parents," I recalled.

"Yeah your dog has always had a thing for me," considered Greg.

"Hey let's keep this between you and me. No dog tricks. OK?" I said.

"Yeah, no problem," he answered.

The bus arrived and I went commando all day. I got a lot of looks from boys
and girls, even Mr. Evans asked me to stand and read from the book twice in
his class. I thought maybe I had found another way to improve my grade, but
pushed that idea away.

Finally at the end of the day I saw Snyder heading into the Boys john and I
followed him in. Fortunately, no one else was in there and I headed to the
urinal next to him and unbuckled, letting my jeans hit the floor. I turned
facing him, dick and all, and said, "Whoops!"

He looked over and took in an eye full. I turned slowly and bent over to
pick up my pants and felt his hand rub against my butt. He said he was
helping, but I think I had my answer and said I would see him later. I
headed toward the bus to report the news to Greg.

***

Once back at my house I related the scene to Greg, he thought deep and long
before he spoke.

"Well Sullivan that means we have to change our tactics and add some more
training to this project," he instructed with a serious look on his face.

"More training? What kind of training?" I questioned.

"Timmy, you're going to need to learn how to be a bottom boy," he told me.

"No Greg, I'm not going to let you stick your dick up my butt, that's just
too much, too gay, I can't do that, it just doesn't seem right. We're best
friends and all and I know we've been doing some pretty sexy things lately,
but I can't let you do that, I hope you understand," I was full of emotion.

"No problem Tim and I completely agree, we really don't want to do that,
but I think I should warn you, I've seen Snyder's cock too and it's big. So
if you want that mighty oak to be the first wood through the door, that's
your decision."

I thought about that and realized he was right again. If I was going to
pull this off, you know for the sake of the project, I had to be prepared.
I needed practice. I knew I could use a cucumber or large carrot, not to
suggest I have done that before or anything, but I knew the best tool stood
in front of me. Greg had already stripped, being prepared for more cock
sucking; he stood hard, but soft, warm and friendly. I knew what needed to
be done. I realized what I had to do. There was no choice. So in my most
pathetic voice, I asked nicely,

"Greg, please will you fuck me?"

To be continued.....