Tim and Hank: Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Hank

Hank

I arrived home to the smell of cookies. Ma and Marie were baking sugar cookies in the kitchen, just like they did every Christmas. I came in and hugged them both. I found Dad in the den and gave him a hug as well. He told me that Gina was due home any time now. It's hard to believe that she's a junior in college at U of M.

Ma had a big dinner planned for tonight and I was really looking forward to a good home-cooked meal. I was getting tired of peanut butter, chicken breasts and rice. It was great eating with my family. After Dad said grace, Ma was practically in tears looking around the table. She was so happy that Gina and I were home.

I called Jeff later that night and told him I was in town and we agreed to meet for dinner the next day.

We met at Outback Steakhouse. I got there first and was seated at a table. Jeff arrived a few minutes later, with Tim in tow. When Tim took off his coat, I couldn't take my eyes off his hot little body. He was wearing a light blue Polo shirt and I could see his pecs and arm muscles. The little love handles were gone. I felt my dick jump in my jeans and I fought not to get hard.

I knew that Jeff had started a work out routine with Tim and then he continued with some guy he met in the gym, but god damn, he looked good. I tried to hide it when Jeff and I talked, but I was jealous as hell of this guy he met. Jeff had all but said that there was something going on between this guy and Tim. I think he was trying to spare my feelings by making it sound more innocent than it was. Even if it was innocent, I didn't want him touching Tim.

"You look great, Tim," I said as I squeezed his bicep.

"Thanks," he said and gave me a bashful smile.

Fuck. He was still cute as hell when he got embarrassed. He looked at me, his eyes drawn to my mouth. I'm sure he was noticing my newly grown goatee and moustache. He always did like to nuzzle his nose and lips on my goatee. He told me many times how he loved the way it tickled him when we kissed, especially on his neck.

"You're growing your hair out... and you grew this back," he said pointing to his chin. "It looks good."

I flashed him one of my sexy smiles and he blushed deeper.

"Thanks," I said. "So, how many times a week are you working out?"

"Um, I started out at four, but the past couple weeks, only two or three because of finals."

"Cool. You should keep it up. I mean, you look good like you are. I meant if you wanted to maintain."

"Yeah. That's what I want," he shrugged. "I don't really want to bulk up or anything."

"Uh, Jeff says you've been working out with a trainer or something?"

"Um, no, uh, this guy named Carlo worked out at the same time as me. I guess he felt sorry for me."

"Heh. He probably thought you were cute, is what he thought."

"Yeah, I suppose he did," he said.

Jeff caught my eye and shook his head to indicate not to go there. I ignored him. "So, you like him then?"

"I liked him. But so does the fiancée I didn't know about, so.... Anyway. Whatever. He's an asshole. I don't want to talk about him anymore."

Tim put his hands in his lap and hung his head down.

Christ.

I'm the asshole. I should have listened to Jeff. I hated seeing Tim upset. I put my hand on Tim's shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"Tim, I'm sorry," I said softly. "I didn't mean to--"

Tim shook his head. "It's okay, Hank."

"Tell me where he lives. I'll take care of him like I did Cal Brooks."

Tim laughed and smiled. "I forgot you did that."

"Yeah, and if you ever need my services again, just call. I learned some new tricks in the Marines."

I chuckled and patted Tim on the back. He laughed at me and gave me a little push on my arm.

The thing is, if I knew where the bastard lived, I really would have gone and beat the shit out of him. And Tim knew it.

We ordered dinner and it was great. It had been a long time since I had a good steak. Jeff and I cleaned our plates pretty quickly. I looked over at Tim and he was smiling at me and then he started laughing to himself. He pushed his plate a couple of inches towards me and nodded towards it. He still had a good quarter of his steak left.

I couldn't help but smile. He used let me steal his leftovers back when we dated. I stabbed it with my fork and put it on my plate. I cut a piece off and winked at him as I took the first bite. Tim sat back in his chair and grinned.

"God, you guys aren't even dating anymore and you still make me sick," Jeff groused.

"You're just mad because I didn't give it to you," Tim joked.

Jeff rolled his eyes. "Hank's the one that wants your 'little meat', not me."

I threw a hunk of bread at Jeff and said in mock anger, "Shut the fuck up."

Jeff picked up the bread and acted like he was going to throw it. "Don't think I won't start a food fight in here, Ballatori."

The three of us were laughing and having a great time. I really missed hanging out with them. I had an occasional beer with some of the guys at school, but it wasn't like this. This was comfortable and familiar.

We talked about school and how all three of us were doing in our classes. Tim was pleasantly surprised to find out that I got all A's this semester.

"I always said that you were secretly smart, Hank," Tim said with a look on his face that showed how proud he was of me.

I think I actually blushed a bit.

"Or maybe everyone else in his class is really stupid," Jeff joked.

"Shut up, Jeff," Tim said. "Let him be proud of himself for a minute. I know I'm proud of him."

"Thanks, Tim," I said.

The three of us made plans to get together again, but with our busy holiday schedules, it didn't happen.

The day before I was to head back to Grand Rapids, I walked into the house after spending the day with Vince and his fiancée. Marie came up and handed me a wrapped Christmas present.

"Hank, Tim stopped by on his way back to school. He wanted to give this to you before you left."

"Thanks, sis."

"Tim sure is cute, isn't he?" she said.

"Yeah. He is. But I don't think you're his type."

"Uh, duh."

She rolled her eyes and walked away and I chuckled to myself and went upstairs. I entered my bedroom and sat down on my bed and tore open the paper and opened the box. There was a note on top that read: Hank, Here's a little something I thought might help you study. Love, Tim.

I opened the tissue paper. Inside was a Starbucks gift card, a Moleskine pocket notebook and a gold WMU Broncos t-shirt.

I picked up my phone and called Tim's cell phone and it rang until it went to voice mail. I left a simple message: "Hi, Tim. I got your present. Sorry I missed you when you stopped by the house. Thanks for the gifts; they will definitely get used. Drive safe. Bye."

I packed the shirt, notebook and gift card into my backpack and laid down to take a nap before dinner.

I closed my eyes and all I could think of was Tim's hot little body. My dick quickly grew and was pushing uncomfortably against my jeans.

I grabbed my dick through my jeans and squeezed.

"Fuck," I grunted.

I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. I pushed my jeans and boxers down and my dick sprang up and snapped against my stomach. I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it onto the floor.

I closed my eyes and ran my hands down my furry chest and stomach. I wrapped my hand around my bone and pulled my skin up over the head and slid back down. I licked a couple fingers and smeared the spit around the head of my dick.

As I slowly stroked my cock with my right hand, I tugged and fondled my balls and sack with my other hand.

I laid back and imagined Tim's hot mouth on my dick. I flicked my thumb over the head and groaned. I sped up my hand motions, twisting and sliding my hand up and down. I bucked my hips up into my hand, fucking up into Timmy's imaginary mouth.

I pushed him down onto my bed and lifted and spread his knees. I slid my bare dick into his ass, grabbed his tiny waist and pounded the hell out of him. He was making those little whimpering and moaning noises as he ran his hands all over my hairy body. I fucking love those little noises he makes.

In reality, I was pounding my fist on my cock. My legs stiffened and I arched my back up. I threw my head back and let out a loud groan.

"Fuck," I grunted as jets of come splattered onto my chest and stomach. I spurt over and over, blasting myself with my hot load.

I looked down at my body. I had sticky white jizz all over my torso, sinking into the dark hairs that covered me from neck to toe.

I let out a deep breath and bent down and grabbed my t-shirt and wiped up with it. I tossed the shirt onto the floor, then closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep.