Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2024 08:02:29 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Timmy and TJ (part 4)(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's sister stood in the hallway as I went down to his bedroom. As a girl, she was like a more feminine version of Timmy, but the feelings I had for her seemed to be gone, replaced by having her brother instead as a little sex slave. It wasn't that long ago that I would be shy when I saw her, as if she could read my mind and what I was thinking. But now, having control over her brother, those feelings were gone. Why waste time with her when her brother was already willing to do whatever I wanted? "He's in his room," she said as I approached her. "Yeah, I know. Get out of my way." "What do you two even get up to in there." she scoffed, flipping back her hair." "Boy stuff. Girls aren't allowed." Pushing past her, I found Timmy in his room on his bed, his face buried in one of his comic books. He saw me enter, and with a scowl, he immediately jumped up. We traded places, me taking his place on my back on his bed and his at my willing side. "Hello, master," Timmy said nervously, waiting for my next instruction. "You know what to do." "But what if my sister comes in?" "She won't. Hurry up." Laying on my back, I looked straight into his eyes as he began, his expression a little fearful of what I had in mind. Alone in his bedroom, there was no risk of anyone joining us this time; his sister knew not to bother us, having previously faced consequences after she'd barged in uninvited. Timmy removed his clothes before leaning over the bed where my shorts were and rubbing his face against the front. I had told him yesterday after school what I expected when I came over and was glad he remembered. He had made sure his face was right in amongst my junk, sniffing at my shorts-covered dick like a puppy. I "Show me how much you want my dick, Slave." I sighed as I felt his head move around. "Get right in there and kiss it." Only yesterday, he had sucked my dick for the first time, and now he knew I expected more. I put my hands behind my head as he continued, closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling of my friend having to do what I wanted. Leaning forward, he kissed my shorts where he guessed my dick would be, his mouth feeling my dick inside, rubbing against it as a sign of his submission. His lips rubbing against the cotton made my dick inside twitch, his mouth coming to contact with it through my clothes. "Put it in your mouth, " I said as he continued. "But don't suck it yet." "Yes, master" "No hands," I warned as his hands reached my waist. "Mouth only." "Sorry, Master." "I didn't say to take my shorts off either," I said again as he moved to get his teeth around the ridge of my waistband. The wheels in his head spun as he tried to work out what I wanted. He thought about it for a moment before changing his tactic once more. Hesitantly, he cocked his head to one side and pushed his face up along my bare thigh. While lying down, there was just enough slack in my shorts for him to push his face up into my shorts leg, pressing his left cheek until his lips encountered the tight team of underwear elastic, my cock waiting impatiently inside. He struggled for a moment to find a way in, so I offered him a helping hand, pulling my dick through the side while Timmy straightened to push more of his face into my crotch. An inch of me sank into his obedient mouth, my limp dick resting against the soft ridges of his tongue. He sealed his lips around me, but remembering my instruction, he didn't suck, his eyes returning to mine for my next instruction. "I asked my dad this morning whether pee would make someone sick," I explained. "He said it wouldn't, but it just wouldn't taste very nice." Timmy gulped and blinked, but with his mouth already full, he just waited. He didn't spit my dick out at the idea of my peeing; instead just remained, waiting, my cock ready to deliver something he had not expected. "So, I'm going to pee in your mouth," I continued. "And you're going to drink every drop. Anything you miss will end up on your bed, and then it's your problem." Even without him sucking, his warm mouth was making me start to get a boner. Despite being close to bursting, I underestimated how hard it would be to pee in such a position on my back, with Timmy's moist mouth all around it. I made myself focus on the idea of our teacher naked, maths, and homework--anything to get soft again and distract from the task at hand. Pretty soon after, I was able to start peeing and looked down to see suddenly feverishly gulping it into his stomach. "Mmmph!" Timmy complained, getting his first taste of my dick juice. His head jerked back, but remembering where he was, he just clenched his eyes and forced himself to swallow, my stream quickly picking up speed. I had not peed at all that morning because I was saving it for him, so I knew he would be tasting my extra concentrated first pee of the day. With my strong stream shooting down his throat, Timmy did his best to keep up, feverishly gulping my piss. Some started to dribble out, dripping down the front of his chin, his face turning red as he drank my morning broth. "Ah, this is the life," I sighed, my hands still behind my back. While the tingling feeling of peeing rushed into Timmy's mouth, I watched and saw him swallowing it all. I was going to get used to this. I'd never have to use a bathroom again while he was around. "Tomorrow, you can come around my house," I said as he continued. "I think Dad wants to fuck you again. ." Timmy looked up at me after I said the last part. I wondered what he looked forward to in having his hole used again or not. Seeing my dad rail him was pretty hot, and he'd have to do it if I told him. As I finished up, I flexed my pee to make sure I got it all out. With my tank empty, I let finally let Timmy take my dick out of my mouth, but only so he could return to kissing my balls again as a sign of thanks. "Did you enjoy drinking my piss?" I asked as he continued. "Did it taste nice?" "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," Timmy said, making sure to kiss my pink sack again. "Good. When we get back to school on Monday I'll get you drinking some of the other boys. Share your mouth around a bit for anyone who wants it." I closed my eyes, losing myself in the slurps of Timmy tending to my dick - concentrating on the feeling of his rough tongue dragging up my balls, his sniffing and tasting my cock and everything else. Of course, I got hard from it. Who wouldn't? I had my boycum as he kept going, but I still didn't want him to stop. "Can I stop kissing your cock now, Master?" Timmy asked after about 20 minutes. "My tongue is getting tired." "No, but you can kiss me here instead, " I said, pulling my knees right back over my head to give him something new to make out with. "But that's your butt.." Timmy muttered behind my closed eyes. I said nothing and waited, knowing I didn't have to say another word. Moments later, I could feel his breaths against my butt cheeks, his mouth lips meeting my bum as he kissed me right on the spot. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** ****************************************************************