Tim approached the front door and headed up his front steps, looking down at his baseball uniform and unfastening the buttons hugging his chest. His practice had run late and he was glad to get home. As he fumbled in his tight pants pockets to find his key, he waved back at the neighbor that called hello to him from across the street. To everyone on his block, Tim Hamilton was the All-American kid - good grades, well-mannered, star athlete; blond, blue eyes, tanned flawless skin, and the looks of a teenage cover model. He was short and shapely, with the beginnings of muscles developing on his chest, arms, and legs. His face was beautiful, with a button nose and large full lips that, combined with his preppy haircut, made it hard for people to believe that he was now already 16 years old. What would have been harder for them to believe, however, was the amount of time that Tim spent each day intent on having sex with the guys at his school.
There was no question that what had been a mild attraction towards boys just a year ago had become his secret obsession. And secret it was, because his easy-going personality and athletic tendencies had made him among the most popular freshmen in his high school. He appeared to be having as much fun in his sexual discovery as any 16 year-old, with many of the girls in his class beginning to flirt with him pretty seriously (after all, several of his friends were already getting "laid"). But in most of his classes it seemed that there were always at least a couple of boys, some of whom were his best friends, that he never tired of looking at sexually - maybe twenty in all by the time his final homeroom class ended. And some of the older kids he passed in the halls, including a lot of his brother's jock friends, seemed off the charts. Especially now that it was late spring, Tim found it hard to pay attention in class since the guys were now mostly wearing shorts and t-shirts to school. After school, there was usually soccer or baseball practice - more torture for Tim, who loved to play sports but in the back of his mind was often distracted realizing that he would have willingly gone to bed with half of his teams if he could have, one by one. Some of the same guys that he drooled over in school seemed even more incredible to him as they stood, stretched, jogged and played with him on the fields, or strutted around the locker room. Today was one of those long days, when Tim just ached to get home and take care of his swelling cock. As Tim stood in his doorway waving to the lady across the street (making sure his front did not face her), he felt slightly guilty over the fact that he had fantasized just the previous night about giving oral sex to both her two teenage sons. Both Cort and Tyler Stewart were studs, and for the last couple summers Tim had loved it when they would come over to their family's pool and spend hours in their trunks sunning their hot bodies. They were always eager to pose themselves and show off their muscles in hopes of his sister Tammi noticing - a tactic which did not work for the 16 year-old Cort but added to the quality of Tyler's life greatly as Tammi agreed to more than one successful visit inside the house for the larger 18 year-old brother. Tim was not sure what he enjoyed more, listening outside the door of Tammi's room those summer afternoons or the site of Cort getting out of the deck chair and heading back across the street to obviously care for the bulge that sat unattended in his swim trunks.
Tim opened the front door to his house and stepped into his living room, calling out that he was home. Not surprisingly, no one was there. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and moved towards the front sofa, lying on his back. His right hand immediately moved to his crotch, where a bulge had formed. He began to rub the mound briefly, then undid the laces of his baseball pants and pulled the front down to expose his hardening cock.
As he shut his eyes and leaned back, his palm stroked his rod and within seconds it had stiffened to full mast. He breathed heavily in pleasure as he rubbed himself, opening his eyes again to admire his cock and watch his fingers work it. While his right hand stroked, he ran his left hand across his bare chest, pushing the sides of his baseball shirt open so his chest and nipples could be massaged. He closed his eyes again and began to fantasize about being with one of his teammates who he had just left practice with. Matt was one of his best friends, but at this moment Matt was just a body belonging to the most muscular boy he had ever seen and whose stretched baseball pants had driven him crazy for the past hour. As he undressed Matt in his mind and imagined going down on him, he pressed himself against the sofa and began to moan in pleasure. His horniness was beginning to make him feel out of control with desire. The sound of an approaching car radio and then a vehicle pulling into the driveway had Tim jump up, flustered. "Shit," he murmured as he saw that his brother had come home. He did not appreciate the interruption. However as he crouched over the sofa to peer out the window while his fingers refastened his baseball pants, Tim's heart jumped. Getting out of the car with his older brother, Willie, were three of Willie's friends, some of whom in general he knew to be very hot and probably were among the group now coming into his house. Needing to look normal, Tim cleared his throat and dashed to turn on the TV just as the doorbell rang. Tim opened the door to see his brother's impatient face greet him with his friends behind him. He did not know by name two of the friends, but was not surprised to see Anthony, his brother's best friend. Tim had known Anthony almost all his life, but since hitting puberty had spent much of that life imagining what it would be like to peel off Anthony's tight t-shirts or unbutton his tight jeans and bury his face against what had to be an incredible body. Staring in the general direction of the group but mostly at Anthony's nice form strutting up to the doorframe, Tim held the door open for them, careful to hold his mitt in front of his waist in the most casual way possible so they did not notice his hard-on. "Hey, little Timmy!" Anthony bellowed, extending an arm to Tim. As Tim slapped him a high-five, he found a similar salute needed for his brother and then the other two boys. The other two were not at all attractive to Tim and he barely gave them a glance. But Tim swallowed as he watched Tony stride into the living room. "Hit any homers?" Willie asked, seeing his brother in uniform. "A couple," Tim replied, not turning his head from Anthony. "This kid's a fuckin' hitting machine," Willie bragged, pointing to Tim. Everyone laughed. "You gotta start getting yourself laid after you hit home runs, kid?" Anthony declared good-naturedly. Tim giggled in agreement. "What's there to eat?" Anthony demanded, turning towards the brothers' kitchen. As he left the room and the other boys followed, Tim grew acutely aware of how his cock was jutting out through his baseball pants. As he heard the boys begin to raid the refrigerator, Tim took the opportunity to head upstairs to his bedroom. Tim quietly closed his door behind him and unfastened the strings of his baseball pants, his cock almost immediately ballooned to full size again. Moaning, Tim sauntered over to his bed and lay on his back, peeling his pants down towards his knees. As he lovingly jerked his cock with his right hand, his fingers slowly undid the buttons of his baseball shirt again, exposing his chest. Tim stared down at the sight of his cock pointing up from his flat hairless stomach towards his chest his heart began to beat in excitement. He loved the way the exercises he did before practice had made his pecs larger and wider. His chest had a puffy quality to it now, starting to jut out from his midsection in the way he saw much older guys looked like in his favorite pictures. As he admired his body, his mind wandered to the site of Anthony just a minute before, his thick biceps peeking out of his t-shirt and his huge legs filling his jeans as he walked into the kitchen. Tim imagined the jeans pulled down to his ankles, and Anthony towering over him in the kitchen ordering him to suck on his cock. And as he would suck, there would be Matt entering and standing next to Anthony and ordering Tim to suck his cock too. No sooner had Tim begun to imagine pulling Matt's pants down too when his legs began to tense and he knew he was about to cum. Curling his toes and closing his eyes, Tim moaned as he felt the streak of warm cum shoot up across his chest. After a few shorter bursts, Tim sunk against his bed, slowly opening his eyes to look at the streak of white cum that shot up across his tan muscular chest. For a second Tim admired himself, then remembered that - in his eagerness to be effective with his first guy - he needed to get used to the taste of cum.
His right hand slid down from his chest to collect much of his own cum, and then he brought his hand to his mouth and began to lick up the creamy white liquid while it was still warm. As before, he did not find the taste all that good, but got a slight buzz out of the sensation of his tongue lapping up the strange substance and the feeling in his throat as he forced himself to swallow and the taste went down. His fingers scooped up a second amount and in a few seconds he had tasted and swallowed all the cum that had not already soaked into his tanned smooth skin. Tim breathed deeply and bounced up on his bed. After changing into a pair of shorts and t-shirt, he grabbed his bookbag from the floor, flipped on his computer and began working on his homework and chatting to friends on the Internet.