Date: Thu, 11 Apr 2024 09:18:03 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Timmy and TJ (part 5)(young-friends)

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Timmy was usually one of the first to leave church, but today, he was one
of the last. His size was hidden amongst the bigger adults as he left,
who were all standing around him, thinking he was such a goodie-good.
They all thought Timmy was a typical, normal kind of of boy. They saw him
as well-behaved in church and a massive nerd at school, doing all his
work. None of them had any idea he was my naughty little dick slave and
what he had already done in secret with me and my dad.

"What took you so long?" I asked as Timmy came up to me.

"I had to take a leak."

I scowled. During the week, Timmy usually dressed pretty casually, but
today, he was in his Sunday best: a bright white shirt and black ironed
pants. As he approached me, he removed his tie. He'd told me in the past
how it made him look dorky when he was outside. I agreed.

"Did I say you had permission to take a leak?" I asked.

"I... I didn't know I had to ask for that too."

"Of course you do. You're my slave now. Come on."

Timmy knew my dad wanted to see him again, and he had a good idea why. We
quickly left the parking lot and church area, heading towards our
familiar private gully. We continued talking more freely once we were out
of sight of everyone else. Timmy looked up at me expectantly, knowing
that now we were alone what was expected of him.

"Stop," I said after we were a little further down the path. "Open your
mouth," I ordered.

So he did. Turning to me, he held his mouth open as I hawked up a fat
loogie and spat it directly into his mouth.

"Ugh..." Timmy complained. Not expecting it, his head jolted back, but
scrunching his eyes, he held his mouth open. So I let him have another.

Timmy opened his eyes again but still grimaced, tasting my stuff swimming
in his mouth. I could literally see the tiny bubbles of it floating on
his tongue. His face showed he didn't like the taste, but the movement on
the front of his pants told me his dick liked my control over him. I let
it stew in him for a bit, my dick boning up from the power.

"I'm in charge of you, got it? If you want to do anything, even pee, you
have to ask me first. Now, swallow."

"I'm sorry, master," Timmy croaked, screwing up his face before
swallowing the slimy gift down his throat. "I guess I'm just not used to
being your slave yet."

"Whatever. Come on, hurry up!" I shouted, taking my cock out in front of
him.

When Timmy saw what I wanted, he dropped to his knees. He made sure to be
gentle, as I had taught him, kissing my ballsack and apologising again. I
have to admit, Timmy was getting better at it. He was hesitant to kiss it
at first, but now that he was more familiar, he did it almost
enthusiastically. I even let him use his hands this time as he held the
end of my dick and pecked and smooched his mouth all over. Eventually, he
went to peel back my foreskin, which caused me to tense up. He didn't
have one of his own, so I was unsure of his intentions, but instead, I
trembled with pleasure as his lips made contact with my exposed pee hole,
giving it the lightest of pecks.

"That was nice," I said as he continued. "Where did you get that idea?"

"Ever since I saw you still have your foreskin, I wanted to try it. I
wanted to make you feel good. I am truly sorry, master."

"You better be. I bet you wish you had a foreskin like me, huh?"

"Yeah. I do. Yours is cool how it rolls back like that."

I let him do it some more, showing how he could stick his tongue under
the skin of it if he did it slowly. He kissed my dick and sucked its end
before spending some more time behind my balls between my legs. I could
have had him do it all day, but checking the time, I knew my dad was
expecting us.

"Well, we should get going," I said. "I'm pretty sure I know what my dad
is going to do to you when we get back, and I don't think he will be as
forgiving as I am if we keep him waiting."

I hauled Timmy back to his feet and marched him towards my house. Looking
at the back of Timmy's dress pants while he walked reminded me of what
Dad would do. While Dad was more than willing to fuck my friend, for me,
the idea of sticking THAT part of me in THERE was still a bit weird.
Timmy probably knew as well as I did what Dad would do to him. He
stumbled and dragged his feet along the way, clearly worried about it
all, and I couldn't wait.

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Dad looked quite the opposite of how Timmy looked when we entered the
lounge. While Timmy was dressed in his nice Sunday wear, Dad was sitting
on the couch, already wholly nude. He had his raging boner out and had
his legs spread wide open. The whole thing moved when he saw Timmy and I
arrive, seeing the face of the prey he was about to take.

"You're looking very smart today, Timmy," Dad said from the couch as we
came in.

"Huh?" Timmy gulped. "Oh yeah. Mom makes us wear it on Sundays."

"Hrmm, very nice," Dad said, casually stroking his massive cock in front
of us. Timmy and I watched as Dad eyed him up. It was like he was already
going through the motions in his head as he jerked off, some clear stuff
already collecting around the angry-looking head.

"Are you going to fuck my butt again?" Timmy asked, his eyes glued.

"Of course," Dad grinned. "Unless you have another hole I don't know
about?"

"Maybe you could use my mouth today?" Timmy offered.

But Dad just roared with laughter. I gave Timmy a tap to signal him to
get naked, his fingers already shaking as he fiddled with each button,
knowing full well what was coming.

"Keep your shirt on," Dad mused as Timmy began. "Just lose your pants and
underwear, then take a seat."

Dad's rock-hard cock lurched again as he drank in my nine-year-old
getting undressed for him. Timmy's polished shoes were the first to go,
followed by his socks and, finally, his trousers and undies. Timmy's legs
and backside were covered in a sea of nervous goose pimples; his small,
soft boy dangle looked tiny compared to Dad's. Dad's penis was so mighty
and hungry for boy bum that it bounced with anticipation, thick and
veined, above his two egg-sized balls.

"Where should I sit?" Timmy asked, now bottomless, his butt peeking out
from under his white shirt.

"You know exactly where to sit." Dad smiled.

"Ooh...Can you go gentle this time?" Timmy asked, rubbing his butt. "I'm
still sore from last time."

"No, Timmy. I'll fuck you as hard as I want. Come on, turn around."

Timmy gingerly did as he was told, backing his naked ass up towards Dad's
primed cock. Despite the fact that they had done this before, Timmy
looked positively worried, yet slowly and carefully, he lowered himself
down until his cheeks bumped against the tip of Dad's cock.

"What about that lube stuff?" Timmy asked when his hairless skin met
Dad's course pubes. "You said last time that it makes it easier."

"That was just to make sure I could break you in. You should be loose
enough now."

Dad took his cock in hand and lined it up where Timmy's bumhole must have
been. The expression of worry on Timmy's face changed to panic as he knew
what was about to happen, his face scrunching, tensing for what he knew
was about to come.

"But you said the stuff made it so it wouldn't hurt--AH! WO OWIE!"

Dad had only punctured the head through, but already Timmy was wincing.
Dad's hands on Timmy's upper thighs kept him from rising away, his face
turning crimson even though they'd barely gotten started.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dad chuckled. "I'm plugged inside you
now; you aren't going anywhere. Mmmm."

But Timmy couldn't speak, his mouth open and panting. All he could do was
shake his head from side to side as he slowly sank more and more onto
Dad's rigid pole. Timmy's head tilted back, his eyes wide open with
expression. With lube, he had been in pain, but without it, his silent
suffering was even better.

Down and down he went, down onto my dad's needy cock. Dad's hands on
Timmy's legs prevented him from getting up as gravity lowered them
together inch by inch. Timmy's cocklet had been soft when they started,
but he had grown hard just like last time. Between his laboured gasps,
his hips were rising in time with Dad, his bone just as upright, looking
like a stick of his sister's pink lipstick.

"My my, look at you, "Dad chucked. "You really do love cock, don't you?
You like having my massive cock inside your tiny hole."

"He does, Dad," I agreed as I watched on. "He had a softie when you
started, but your cock in his butt gave him a boner. Just like last
time."

"There is a name for boys like your friend, TJ. Slut. Your friend is a
slut for cock. He lives for it. Breaths for it. No wonder he likes it so
much."

Again, Timmy was speechless, only finding himself able to shake his head.
It was like his body didn't match his brain, his erection thrusting in
reply to each fuck betraying his pain and whatever else he might be
thinking.

"Don't shake your head. You do. " Dad chided. "Even since I first saw
your tiny ass riding around on your bike with TJ, I knew it was begging
for cock. Mmm. Feels good, too."

"Buh...muh....mmm." Timmy tried to say.

"That's right," Dad continued. "Your mouth is built for it too. Your ass,
your mouth. All you ever needed was a nice, thick cock plunging inside
one of your holes. Making use of you."

The slapping of my dad's cock was getting louder as he humped away at my
young friend's butt. He wasn't fighting it now; he was just letting my
dad do it, his arms and legs flailing as he was fucked in and out.

"I'm going to cum inside you again, Timmy," Dad panted. "You want my hot
man cum, don't you?"

Timmy didn't reply; the sounds of Dad's hips smacking away and Timmy's
bum were the only sounds in the room. I watched between my dad's legs in
awe as he fucked, his flopping balls tightening as they prepared to empty
their load. I had been in those balls once, and my dad gave me life from
those heavy, full balls. Now, they were about to empty into my best
friend's bum, and nothing else mattered.

"Here it comes, Timmy. I'm going to cum right into your hot little hole."

"Yeah...cum in me...please..."

And that he did. I could see everything pumping and pulsing each time Dad
injected Timmy with another rope of sperm. Timmy just sat and took it,
his butt filled with the white goo, his toes and hands twitching as his
ass walls were painted thick.

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