Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2024 08:06:43 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Timmy and TJ (part 3)(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 ** **************************************************************** Timmy and I were headed off to school, and he was walking a little funny after what happened. I couldn't believe that in less than a day, we had gone from being normal friends to him being fucked by my Dad in my room. Usually, on our way to school, we would talk about all kinds of things. The first part of the path was on some busy streets, so we didn't say too much in case someone might hear. I definitely wanted to talk about some stuff, though, but I was waiting for when we turned off further ahead and went offroad for a shortcut. "Should we be holding hands?" Timmy asked as cars whizzed by us. "No way! This is still a secret, remember? And you better come up with a reason for your limping like that. People are gonna ask." Normally, we would have talked about all kinds of things on the way to school, but today we kept walking quietly. Apart from the way Timmy was walking, the only thing people might have noticed was that while we were usually chatty on the way to school, today we were almost in silence. We finally reached the turn-off. Trees immediately surrounded us as soon as we turned off from the main road. Our daily path led us down into a gully, framed by trees and high banks on either side. It was difficult to get down into and not very well known, but he and I used it every day on the way to school. "I still can't believe you did that with my Dad," I said, breaking the silence. "He had his dick inside you and everything." "I know. It hurt." "Did you like it?" "Sort of. I was scared at first, but it felt good to hear what he was feeling. I didn't like having the shower with him afterwards, though." "Really? Why?" "It was like I wasn't feeling the sexy feeling anymore. It's hard to explain, but when he was sexing me, it felt nice, making him feel good and everything. But afterwards, it was weird being naked with him in the bath and his touching me everywhere. It felt wrong." "Yeah, but you heard what he said. If he hadn't cleaned you, you woulda leaked his cum stuff into the back of your shorts all day." "Yeah, but I could have cleaned myself. After I had that good feeling again, I just didn't feel like I wanted to do that stuff anymore. I didn't want your Dad touching my dick, and I definitely didn't want to touch his either. I don't know why I even did it." "You did it because you do everything someone tells you. You're like a slave. You do anything." "N...no, I don't." Timmy and I stopped along the path, my telling me what I had learned. While my Dad had been fucking my best friend, I had fully realised Timmy was like a servant, not only for me but for anyone who wanted to use him. I knew it, but he didn't yet, and under the shade of the trees, he had to know. "Yes, you do," I explained. "You did the dress thing for me. You got naked for me in my bedroom when I only had to ask. No other boy would do that. You even let my Dad do all that stuff to you this morning. That's not normal." "Yeah, but that was because you and your Dad made me." "We didn't MAKE you do anything. You just followed. You just took it every time." "Yeah, but.." "I'll prove it," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. "Get on your knees. Right in front of me. Right now." Timmy hesitated. I could see him fighting it, but this was minor compared to the other stuff. It took a few seconds for him to move, but then he did, planting his knees into the soft, dried leaves on the damp ground underneath him. "Get closer," I ordered. Timmy turned his head from side to side as if he was afraid someone would see. He still had doubts, but I didn't. Eventually, he shuffled until he was only a foot in front of me, his head level with my jeans and me looking straight down at him. "Lift your head and open your mouth," I said, hawking up a loogie. "Are you going to spit into me?" Timmy asked, still subservient on his knees in front. "Yeah, I am, and I want you to swallow it. Or are you going to move? I'm not stopping you." Timmy's side lip twitched and then parted, opening his mouth. I made no secret of what I was about to do, collecting more mouth stuff and lining up my aim so it would drop into his mouth. "Last chance," I said, lisping through a mouth full of wet spit. However, Timmy stayed put, squinting his eyes shut and waiting for my foul gift. Slowly, I let it drool downward toward him, white froth making its way down from my mouth until a tiny splat signalled it had reached his. Timmy jerked as he felt it hit him, my taste flooding his mouth. He kept waiting as I watched more pool into his mouth, only closing his mouth to swallow once I told him he could. "How was it?" I grinned down at him. "Gross. Slimey." "Oh yeah? Now, do you believe that you'll do anything?" "N...no." "Alright then. Get closer to me." "But I can't..." Timmy said, aware he was barely in front of me as he was. "Sure you can." Timmy looked confused for a moment. He was only a foot ahead of me, so he couldn't get much further. He shuffled a little closer, but I had to repeat my instruction, only telling him to stop once his face was pressing against the jeans of my crotch. "Can you feel it?" I asked down at him, kneeling on the ground. "Yeah." "What do you feel?" "Your...dick. It's hard. And warm." "You still don't think you'll do anything?" "What do you want me to do?" I used one hand on his head to balance myself while the other fiddled with my zipper. In no time at all, I pulled my cock and balls through the hole, Timmy muttering something as my nuts brushed against his lips. "Don't back away," I ordered. "Kiss it. Start with my balls." As I pushed my hips against his face, Timmy tried to turn his head away. He could have stood to get away if he really wanted to; I was just keeping what I wanted in focus. A second hand on top of his head helped keep him in position, his fresh morning breaths tickling my cock as he considered what I wanted him to do. "Do I have to?" Timmy muttered. "No. But if you do, you admit that you're my slave. Forever. And you'll do anything I want. Anytime." Timmy was looking at my dick dead on. I was a little self-conscious, as no one had looked at me like that, so up close and personal. He would be able to smell my dick down there and see every detail of it. After a moment, he did what I knew he would, planting his lips on my ballsack and giving it a little smooch. "There. Was that so bad?" I grinned triumphantly. "It was alright," Timmy admitted. My dick started to bone up with the power I had over my friend. I didn't want to do what my Dad had done yet, but I definitely wanted more time with Timmy's face in my dick. Timmy's eyes got really big when I peeled back my foreskin, the pink end of my dick coming out. I made it clear what I wanted next, pressing my head right against his mouth. "Now kiss this. And slip in a little tongue. Make my dick feel good." Timmy let out a sigh but did as I asked, flicking his tongue against my sticky, wet end. Little by little, he got used to kissing my dick and balls, even returning to kiss my balls a few times, his tongue lapping at my sack like it was cleaning a little animal. He ran his mouth all around me, kissing and licking my cock and inner legs, going as far as nuzzling his face up against the part behind my balls to kiss me there, all without asking. "That was very nice, Timmy. Now. Open your mouth." "We'll be late for school..." Timmy whined. "We've got plenty of time. Open." Timmy took my cock into his mouth before nursing it as if it were his thumb. His eyes met mine as he sucked me in, my whole cock in his moist mouth, as feelings washed over me that I had never felt. "Man, that's nice," I said as Timmy gently suckled my cock. "You're going to be spending way more time with my dick in your mouth. I want you to taste my cock before school, after school, at lunch, and every time we're alone. I want my cock in right here." I rocked my cock in and out, with Timmy struggling to find the rhythm at first and just letting me do it. I thrust my cock in and out of his mouth, the whole length of it becoming wet and warm. I could feel the roughness of his tongue as it glided over the bumps, Timmy making weird slurping noises as I would nearly take it out, only to push it all in again once more. I wished I could cum like my Dad could, the tingles in my cock telling me that if I could, Timmy would have soon been swallowing that too. I didn't want to stick my dick in Timmy's butt like Dad had, but there were so many things I could make Timmy do. I could make him suck my cock or lick my butt. I could even make him do stuff with some other boys at school or have him do super embarrassing stuff while everyone was watching. I could watch my Dad fuck him again, or, hell, he might even have some ideas I hadn't even thought of! Thinking about everything, I got the same feeling I had in his bedroom the day before. The sense of pee overtook me, even more intense than it had been before. My hands returned to Timmy's head, my fingers digging into his hair as I pushed more of myself inside his mouth. As I drove all the way, he made a few strained choking sounds, but I didn't care; my whole self was swimming as his struggling sounds echoed in the background. My balls danced, and my cock shook. He would be able to feel it, too. One day I would feed him my cum, but until then, perhaps there was something else I could feed him from my dick instead? **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** ****************************************************************