Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2024 08:05:11 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Timmy and TJ (young-friends) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** **************************************************************** My name is TJ, and Timmy is my best friend. We are only in the sixth grade, but we have been friends forever, liking all the same stuff and thinking in the same way, too. I'm a bit older than Timmy, but I think he likes that about me. He has brown hair, and mine is blond. I tell him blond is better than brown, and he agrees. I like having a little friend to boss around, and because we live so close by, he hangs out with me every day. I'm slightly taller than him, and he is kind of skinny and small for his age. Because we live so close, we usually walk home from school together, going to his house first and talking about all kinds of stuff along the way. "Dude, I'm so over school," I groaned as we limped along the sidewalk towards Timmy's house. "Why?" Timmy asked beside me. "I dunno, I'm just sick of it. Mrs. Brown hates me and always gives me way too much homework." "But I do all your homework for you!" "Yeah, I know, but it means less time we get to do stuff." We turned and walked up his driveway. It didn't appear anyone was home, which was pretty normal for his house. We'd usually hang out in his bedroom for a while before I would leave for my house a few places further down the road. His parents weren't usually home after school, so we'd always have the place to ourselves for a while. Sometimes, his sister was there, but today, Timmy said she had a dance recital. "Let's watch some TV?" I said as we walked in the door. "I dunno if we have time today," Timmy replied. "There's a project due at the end of the week. I've done yours, but I still need to do my own one." "Just do it tonight..." "I've already been putting it off. Not unless you do it yourself?" Timmy suggested. "Haha, no way! That's your job." I ignored his concern, leading us towards his bedroom, where I knew his TV was. Timmy followed closely behind me, and we passed his younger sister's room as we headed further into the house. With only Timmy and me there, I poked my head into her bedroom, cracking open the door to reveal a sea of pink and girly stuff. "Oo la la!" I chuckled when I saw a fancy red dress on her bed. "What?" Timmy asked, returning to see what I was laughing at. "Oh, that. Yeah, it's my sister's. Mom bought it for her, but it's too big." I hadn't told Timmy I had a crush on his little sister. She was only a year younger than us but was like a softer, prettier version of Timmy. Boys were meant to like girls, but she was the only one I had ever paid attention to. She looked nice to me; her freckled face and some of the things she wore made me feel things I didn't feel for other girls. "Your sister would really wear something like this?" I gulped. "I mean, yeah, I guess. Mom bought it for her dancing." My eyes were drawn to the dancing skirt lying on the bed. It glimmered red, with little sparkles catching the light from the opposite window. I could only dream of what she would look like wearing it, the thought alone waking my dick up to the idea. "It's kind of hot, don't you think?" I muttered. "I dunno. It's my sisters." Timmy looked up at me, reading my mind about what I wanted him to do. He always did what I wanted, regardless, perhaps because I was bigger than him. Sometimes, I could see in his eyes that he wasn't all that keen, but he would always do it anyway. It was a big part of why we were such good friends. He did my homework and chores for me and always did them with barely any hesitation. Seeing if he would do something like this for me would really put him to the test. "See if it fits you," I told him. "Put it on. I want to see you in it." "But...it's my sisters. It's a girl's dress." "So? You said it was too big for her, so she isn't going to be wearing it. Hurry up, I'll close the door while you put it on." I gave Timmy a little shove, pushing him into his sister's room and closing the door behind him. I heard Timmy let out a loud sigh from behind the door, followed by movement as he got to work doing what I wanted anyway. "I can't fit it over my shorts!" Timmy called back shortly after beginning. "Well, duh, you have to take all your other clothes off first." "All? Oh.. Right. Man..." Behind the closed door, I could hear Timmy starting over again; the clunks of his taking off his shirt and shorts, including his shoes and other clothes. Eventually, the sounds went quiet again, and then his sister's dress as he slid it on. If Timmy was willing to do this for me, it made me wonder whether there was anything that he wouldn't do. Realising what he was doing in there and the power I seemed to have over him made my tummy suddenly feel funny. "I dunno about this," Timmy called out. "It fits all right, but wearing it feels kind of weird." "Who cares?" I replied. "Just hurry up. I wanna see you in it." "All right, geez. Um, here goes." I held my breath as Timmy reopened the door, revealing his 10-year-old boy-self dressed up in his little sister's sexy red dress. The blushing, round face wearing the dress was still my friend, but he looked so different wearing such a girly thing. It clung much tighter to his skin than his usual frumpy boy clothes. Instead of baggy shorts and tops that hung and hid his shapes and curves, the dress hugged him, showing off a different side of Timmy I'd never seen. "Whoa..." was all I could say. "I feel dumb," Timmy said, pouting. "Can I take it off now? "Turn around; let me see the back." Timmy did what I asked, of course, turning his back to me and showing me his back and butt. A concealed narrow zip plunged down the centre of his spine, and the edge of the dress clung just barely above his knees. With his back to me, the dress wrapped around his bum perfectly, making him look almost sexy. I had never noticed the round shape of my friend's butt before, the dress doing a good job of showing it off. "Dude..." I muttered. "You kind of look hot in that." "Really?" "Yeah, really. Are you even wearing underwear?" "No...you said to take off all my clothes, so I did." "Whoa.." On the floor behind him, I could tell he wasn't lying. The clothes he had been wearing at school all day were now discarded on the floor, along with a pair of Xmen underwear lying on top. My sixth-grade dick was reacting in the same way it did when I saw his sister, but this time it was my friend who my horniness was seeing as hot. As Timmy turned back around to face me, his humiliated red face caused my little prick to jump all on its own, and I was curious to see more. "Can I take this stuff off now?" Timmy asked again. "Um, no. Let's go down to your bedroom." Taking him by the arm, I ran/dragged him to his room. I had no idea why my dick was the way it was, but this was what it was telling me to do. I pulled him behind me, almost running, closing and locking his bedroom door behind us. I grabbed his other arm and, knowing my greater than his strength, pushed him onto his bed backwards before pouncing up on top of him, straddling him in his hot red dress. "What are you doing?" Timmy asked, looking up at me, a flicker of confusion on his face. "I want to see..." I huffed as I grabbed the bottom of the dress and started pulling it up all the way. "But I'm not wearing any undies," Timmy protested as I pulled, concerned about what I was doing. "You'll see my..." "I know," was all I said in a feverish reply. "I want to." I was horny, but it felt weird to see his male face. I kept dragging the dress up until it was all the way over his head, hiding his face from view. With the skirt part up and out of the way, I saw my best friend's naked cock and balls for the very first time. The tiny pink-flared head of his boycock confessed that he was circumcised, unlike me, but his cock was rock-hard, just like mine. We were both too young to have any hair down there yet, but his pale dick and reddish balls were the first I had ever had a clear look at other than mine. "Dude, you're hard like me." "I can't help it," he grumbled. "I dunno why." "Neither. But I'm going to do this," I said, leaving my friend's face covered in the dark as to what I had in mind. I tugged down my shorts, letting out my proud three inches. Unlike Timmy, I was uncut, with a layer of skin that still covered my tip even when I got hard. My dick was definitely longer, and I had more fuzzy hair on my arms than him. I'd heard of sex between boys and girls, but with another boy, I didn't really know what to do. I edged my dick closer to his, something in my mind wanting to make our dicks touch. It felt naughty but hot at the same time. I pushed mine against his in some weird way of dominance, as some kind of secret way to show him that I was the boss. Timmy gasped when my cock was against his, not seeing but feeling my hardness against him. He couldn't see what was happening, but his noises told me he knew. "That's my dick," I panted over him as I squeezed them together. "Our dicks are touching. Yours is only little compared to my one." I leaned down a bit more, grinding our boners back and forth against one another. The tingling and twitching of our dicks brushing past one another made mine get even harder still. "Yeah," he answered. "I saw yours at school." "Oh yeah?" I said, pushing into him again. "You have been perving on me, huh?" "Yeah. Yours is bigger. I wish mine was as big as yours." Despite it being way smaller, Timmy's cock felt so hot and hard against mine. I could feel the soft, smooth of his balls as we bumped against one another, my hand even going as far as holding our boners together. Timmy was gasping and moaning under me as we humped, his little cock trembling against mine as he got even harder. While I was glad the dress covered his face, the sounds he made were getting weirder, but I could feel in my own dick why he was making them. "Is this sex?" Timmy asked from behind his covers. "Are you sexing me?" "I dunno," I panted back. "But it feels so good." "Yeah. Something is happening," Timmy said as I, too, felt something happening down with my dick. It was like his balls got tighter to his body as he let out a new noise. I laid my balls against him as I could feel everything pulsing; I thought something had gone wrong, but I didn't want to stop. My balls felt like they were rippling, his sack like it was shuddering against mine. This was my friend I was humping, but it felt so secret and good. The smell of raw boy was all around us, our dicks rubbing against one another. The pressure below got even greater; I felt like I had to pee, but it felt so good. Timmy was writing below me as if it was all too much, but I wanted to keep going. I wanted to see what this sex was really like, my voice crying out as our feelings down there became too much. My head swam, and I was lost. I could hear Timmy below me going through something similar, neither of us knowing what was going on. It was like I was peeing, but I wasn't, the feeling taking over my whole body at once. I moaned and flaked onto Timmy's body beneath me, both of us panting but speechless as to what we had just done. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** ****************************************************************