Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2024 07:58:53 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Timmy and TJ (part 2)(young-friends)

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"Hey," I said to Timmy when he came around the place the next day.

"Hey, TJ," came his anxious reply.

It was Friday. I had left soon after our sexy moment in his bedroom the
day before, and now that we were in my house and my bedroom, the weight
of what we had done had returned. We'd gone to a place where two friends
rarely went. I could still see him dressed in his little sister's dress;
I could even still see us dry-humping on his bed and our dicks touching.

He was back to being dressed in his usual clothes now, back to the boy
Timmy I knew from school and was friends with. We'd both agreed not to
tell anyone what we had done, even though we didn't fully understand it
ourselves. The air between us was heavy as we stood opposite one another
in my room before school. It was still early, so we had time to talk,
both still processing what all this meant.

"So, uh, how are you feeling about what happened yesterday?" I started.

"Yeah, it was pretty fully on..."Timmy trailed off, his gaze fixed on the
floor. "I finished all our homework after you left. I mean, after we...
you know."

"Oh yeah. Cool."

I looked my friend up and down. I could see him for what he was now. Yes,
he was my best friend, but until yesterday, I had never realised how far
he was willing to go. He was a boy like me, yet he was willing to do
whatever I told him. He had dressed up in girls's clothes and allowed me
to do things I never thought he would have. We had done something that
was so sexy and secret, and yet here he was again, still submissive and
willing to do whatever I wanted. Looking at him was different now. I
could still see and feel his hard-on my memory; I knew what he looked
like under all those baggy clothes.

"Take everything off," I heard myself say.

"Huh? Why?"

"Cause I want you to." I repeated. "And I wanna see you naked again."

"All of them?" Timmy asked.

"Yeah. All."

"Alright..." Timmy muttered, beginning to undress in front of me
regardless.

Had he always been like this? Had it always been this easy? His t-shirt
came off first. I had seen him topless at sports at school lots of times,
but usually, that was only briefly when getting changed. He was way
skinnier than me and way smaller than me, too. His hands shook as they
worked on his shoelaces, leaving his shorts for last. I wondered whether
he never said no since I was much bigger than him. Maybe he saw me as
some kind of protector or someone he just couldn't risk saying no to.

He paused when he was down to just his shorts. He looked at me as if
hoping I would change my mind, but unlucky for him, I wanted this too
much. Timmy hung his head and lowered his shorts, followed by his undies,
onto the floor. The V of his waist pointed towards the tiny nub of his
circumcised dick, which jutted out hairlessly from between his legs. His
small, round pink ball pouch seemed more like it belonged to an
elementary school boy rather than a middle schooler. His legs didn't even
have any peach fuzz like mine.

"Your dick is so small," I stated, making it clear what I was looking
at.

"Yeah," TJ agreed.

"Come over here, closer to me."

As usual, Timmy seemed a little weary of my instruction but still
followed it through. When he was within arms reach, I reached down and
grabbed his soft little cock in my hand, Timmy jumping as I touched him,
my palm wrapping around his dick.

"You don't even have a foreskin," I stated, rubbing my thumb over his
exposed little helmet.

"I know..."

"Your balls are too small too."

The walls between us were falling as I realised how timid he was. I
really could do anything that I wanted to do to him. Timmy writhed and
moaned as he stood and waited while I played. His cock felt almost
rubbery in my fingers, growing as I touched him, lengthening to 2 1/2
inches, and announcing I was doing something right. I continued to fiddle
with his balls and the exposed end of his dicklett, both of us watching
his member grow firmer the longer I touched it.

"Was what we did yesterday sex?" Timmy asked, finding the breath to ask.
"Are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

"I dunno. I think boys can only have sex with girls."

We both continued to watch downward as I continued to fondle his
ten-year-old cock. It hadn't taken long for it to reach his maximum size,
his stumpy 3 inches of glory, still so small and unsuited to the function
of more adult things.

"I gave you a boner."

"Yeah, 'cause of your touching me. AwOohh!" Timmy shuddered as I used his
cock like a joystick, pulling it around. I hadn't noticed, but he was up
on his tiptoes now, his height almost matching mine.

"I think to have sex, you have to stick a dick into something." I
pondered. "Like into that things girls have."

"Oh. Mmm. " Timmy writhed. "We don't have those, so I guess we didn't do
it after all."

"No, but...maybe dicks can be put in a different place."

"You mean, like, I stick it in your mouth?" Timmy asked, his jaw
dropping.

"Ew, no way!" I said, letting go of his boner and giving him a slight
shove.

Suddenly, my dad barged into my bedroom, finding me standing over my
naked friend. Dad was the only other one home; his attention immediately
drawn to a clothless boy standing in front of him in the middle of my
room.

"What on earth is going on here?" he bellowed.

"Nothing, Dad." I lied. "Timmy took all his clothes off. I couldn't stop
him. Put your clothes back on, Timmy. Geez!"

But Dad wasn't buying a word of it. I don't know how long he had been
listening outside my door, but he seemed to know exactly what Timmy and I
had been up to. He looked my nude friend up and down but seemed
surprisingly unbothered by his state, seeming as interested in Timmy's
body as I was.

"Timmy," Dad said. "Turn around."

I stood and watched Timmy do as my dad asked, nervously turning his back
to us and showing us his bum. In less than a day, I'd gone from barely
seeing my friend without clothes to touching his dick and now seeing his
butt. I'd only seen fleeting glimpses of it in the locker rooms until
now; he'd always kept himself well hidden, the dress yesterday only
suggesting what he truly looked like underneath.

"There," Dad told me.

"Huh?" I asked.

"That is how two boys fuck. If you don't want to use your mouth, you can
stick a cock in his ass. Timmy. Spread your buttcheeks. You should have
an asshole between there somewhere."

Timmy reached behind himself and spread himself open, his left leg and
bum cheek trembling and vibrating as his entire body was shown. There, in
the middle, was his oval-shaped butthole, smooth and pink like his other
boy bits. I could picture the mechanics of what my dad was getting
at--something the size of a dick could probably fit inside that little
hole. I wasn't sure if I wanted to stick mine in such a place.

"Boys can do that with other boys?" I asked, looking up at my dad.

"Not just boys," Dad clarified. "Boys can do it with girls, too. Even men
can do it with boys if everything fits."

"Whoa," I muttered. "But that's his butt."

"Can I put my clothes back on now?" Timmy asked, still holding himself
open.

"Well, how about I show you?" Dad offered, despite Timmy's request. "I
could fuck Timmy while you watch."

"Um, yeah, okay, if you want."

I was still stunned by Dad's reaction to everything, and yet he was
taking the lead. He took a chair from another room and positioned Timmy
on my bed, instructing him to lie on his back and flipping his ankles
over the top of his head.

"Weird.." I muttered, taking a much closer look at my friend's cock and
hole than ever before, his eyes pleading with mine as if to understand
what was going on.

"First, you need to use some of this," Dad continued, taking a position
at the base of the bed. "It's called lube. It makes getting into a hole
much easier, making everything nice and slippery."

"Do you have to use it if you fuck a mouth too?" I asked.

"No, only assholes because they are much tighter. Especially boys around
your ages. You can't just jam it in there; he could get hurt, or worse,
you might bend your dick."

With Timmy already in position, there was no dress to hide his anxious
expression about what he knew was about to come. Despite the railing he
was about to get, his cock was rock hard, though still so tiny in
comparison to what I had raging inside my shorts.

"Now, put some of this on your finger, TJ," Dad offered, turning to me.
"Then stick it up his butthole; it'll help loosen him up a bit."

I passed a look to Timmy as Dad poured some of the stuff on my finger. I
had never even seen my friend's butthole up close, but now I was going to
be putting my finger inside him there. Timmy and I both grimaced at one
another as my pointy finger prodded the crease of his hole. It felt weird
touching my friend there; it was damp but sweaty and soft. I pushed aside
the thoughts of what I was doing, firming my finger and giving it a
shove.

"Ow!" yelped as I pushed inside. "Ouch.

"Come on, Timmy." Dad tutted. If you think just TJ's finger hurts, you'll
be in trouble when I get there. Push out and let TJ in."

Just as Dad said that, my finger sank further, vanishing inside my
friend's buttery, warm butt pocket. My first three knuckles had gone in,
embedding inside my friend's body, into his moist, gooey unknown. I could
feel the rim of his hole squeezing all around my finger, clenching and
releasing like he was trying to fight my intrusion. The gooshy, hot
feelings inside were like nothing I had ever felt, but I was quickly
seeing why Dad was so eager to put his thing in there.

"Alright, come away, TJ. I'm going to fuck your friend now."

Timmy passed me one last look, both of us seeing each other gulp as Dad
prepared to take out his cock. While mine was bigger than Timmy's, Dad's
was something else, our jaws dropping when he pulled it out of his pants.
He wasn't even fully hard but already way bigger than us, casually
stroking his veiny adult cock to its full size. His heavy balls hung
between his legs, dwarfing anything that Timmy and I had, his coarse,
manly hair smelling of experienced sex.

Dad squirted some more lube into Timmy's gaping hole before letting it
drizzle onto his long cock, like sauce onto a meaty hotdog. I still
couldn't get over its massive size and how small Timmy's hole was. If Dad
reckoned this would work, it would hurt him like hell, but at least I
shouldn't have trouble coming to my turn.

Dad effortlessly lifted Timmy's hips, aligning his gleaming, hard cock
with Timmy's dripping hole. My dad's foreskin had completely pulled back,
leaving the end of his angry red cockhead looking like a rocket, poised
and ready to fuck.

"Owie, ow, ow, ow!" Timmy exclaimed as Dad forced his way into his
backdoor. Dad ignored his pleas while holding him down, pushing more of
his length inside, leaving Timmy unable to fend off my dad's sexual
intentions.

"Fuck Timmy, your boypussy is tight," Dad muttered, hoisting Timmy around
again so that he could get at a better angle.

"Stop!" Timmy squealed. "It hurts!"

"Don't fight it, Timmy," I said, watching on. "Just lay still and let him
in."

"Ah! No! But oh!" Timmy complained. "Ah! Ow!"

Timmy cried out again when Dad jabbed into him further, planting his long
cock deep into Timmy's narrow hole. Dad wrapped each of his large hands
around Timmy's thighs before ramming into him harder in and out, Timmy's
face turning a shade of red, gritting his teeth to take it.

"Fuck TJ, your friend has a nice hole," Dad hissed. "I'll get him nice
and stretched out for you so that if you two lovebirds fuck at school any
time you want."

I still wasn't sure if I wanted to do what Dad was doing to Timmy, but I
was coming around to the idea of using his mouth. I bent forward in my
seat as I watched on, Dad power-fucking Timmy in my bed, his eyes jammed
shut, his face red like a ripe tomato. Their skins smacked together like
Dad was spanking him, his heavy, manly balls slapping against Timmy's
bare buns. I knew Dad was about to do the man-cum thing, and the thought
of Timmy receiving Dad's stuff inside him just made me tremble.

I learned that day that Dad was a quiet fucker, but as he reached his
limit, I could hear him growling, finally stopping as he thrust in as
deep as he could go. Timmy's cock was hard and twitching while Dad's face
was panting, their thighs crashing together as he only went harder.
Timmy's voice broke in a whimper as he became so completely full, his
prick dancing in sync with the pulses of Dad's cock. Despite all his
complaints, he seemed to be enjoying all the pain he was taking, even
showing a funny smile on his face as Dad filled him up with his thick
white cum.

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