So what is going to happen, was this it or are they gather courage to go on. Find out in this new chapter of Tim and Michel. If you wane read more of my stories visit www.timsfunplace.com. For any idea's comments etc send an e-mail to noway16@hotmail.com.
During the next two weeks I saw Michel a lot. Our relationship grew as we learnt more about each other without playing or even having a lot of sex together. Just being together seemed more then enough. On the Sunday in between we talked about the evening and I'd given him my three main thoughts.
It had been too much also it wasn't fun anymore.
The second was about the harsh way he suddenly acted. He'd never done that before but then again I'd never protested either.
The third came back to trust. Me being not enough horny anymore, to many tasks and the harsh way he told me to do the things had made me distrust him at that point. I knew in my heart I could trust him but my heart had been taking over at that point by my head. So we settled that and we had learnt to be aware one of the boundaries of the play we'd done so far.
I talked with Brian about it and I knew that Michel had done the same with Seth. All in all it was a positive chat.
During the second week I felt there was something missing. We made love extensively on Wednesday evening but there was something missing in it for me. On Thursday night I was awaken by a nightmare, one of those again. Frightened I went through the day until later that evening when I talked to Michel about it.
By the weekend we agreed we'd start playing again, weary but I trusted Michel enough to move us forward. That evening I stayed over at his place. His parents left after dinner so we had the house of ourselves, what would we do? Had Michel something planned? We where lying on the bed.
"Want to have some fun" Michel asked?
I didn't answer but giggled. Michel's hand gently started stroking as he bent over and kissed me. I suddenly broke the kiss, and pushed Michel back onto his back.
I looked down at him and said: "It's my turn now".
I kissed him on his ear. My hands moved up and touched his shoulders. My lips lingered on an earlobe for a moment, gently squeezing it, tasting it, sucking on it. My hands began to caress Michel's shoulders, savoring the strength, the wonderful texture of that smooth skin. Leaving the ear, my lips began their trek. Michel gasped as my lips moved to his neck. I lingered in that space where neck becomes shoulder, tasting the golden skin. Slowly, my lips traveled lower, the tongue caressing his chest. My hands left the shoulders, moving down his arms, testing the strength. The sound of Michel's sigh was all the encouragement that I needed.
Michel felt his breath leave him as wonderful warmth found his nipple! The caress of tongue on his sensitive nipple was exquisite. A moan escaped as Michel felt my hand grasp the other nipple. He squirmed as he felt the brush of teeth against skin. My hand felt empty when it lost its grip on its prize. I felt Michel's body slide against mine, flesh on flesh that wonderful reality of Michel's body against mine. I'd moved my lips to Michel's other nipple and I engulfed it. A moan escaped unbidden from Michel's lips. Again the feel of teeth against Michel's sensitive skin, this time with a slight pressure, a warning almost of things that could be.
Then it was gone. My lips resumed their trek, moving slowly down toward the prize, down the center of his smooth chest, down the cleft between the muscles, down towards the prize. My hands were there first. They released the button, then the next. One more, and there was room inside for my hand. A hint of white cotton was seen, swiftly covered by my hand. The last button, and there was room for my second hand. It too slid inside, and the jeans yielded. They slid down without resistance.
I sat back, pulling the jeans down and looked at Michel's face. Our eyes met, and I smiled at the yearning I saw. Michel's face was flushed, his excitement obvious. I moved off the bed and stood. My eyes moved down and grasped the jeans that were in my way. They were preventing him from my target. In a single motion, I pulled them off and threw them across the room. Michel looked up at the sudden action. U're all mine tonight! The look on my face brought a gasp to Michel's lips. Not expecting the roughness in my voice. He smiled. Michel was so perfect laying there, that chest, those shoulders, those muscles, that body & that excitement, straining for the sky through his briefs. Then our eyes met. The next step I thought. Turn over! It was a command.
(More or less told now by Michel)
I found myself on my stomach, even before I understood the words. My response was immediate and involuntary. I felt exposed somehow, knowing that Tim had that control over me. It was exciting. Yielding to his love was exciting. I closed my eyes tightly. I didn't want to see. I wanted to feel. Pressure gripped my shoulders. The suddenness of the grip of Tim's hands knocked the breath out of me. The hands started moving, massaging my shoulders, kneading the muscles with a strength that I hadn't expected. I yielded to the pressure and felt the knots dissipate under Tim's touch, warm breath against my neck then a gentle kiss. Shivers ran up my spine as hands started moving lower, lips against my neck again that extraordinary softness then the touch of wetness. The hands were on my back now.
The lips moved back to my ear. "You're still overdressed" I heard. It was a whisper. It brought chills to my back. I felt overwhelmed by the feeling brought on by Tim's forcefulness taking a lead that he'd hardly done so far made me sense the deepness of my love for Tim. I felt Tim stand up again. The breath left my ear. The hands lifted from my back. I was cold for a moment. Then I felt Tim's hand light against the small of my back. Barely touchin, tracing a pattern, raising goose bumps along my back causing me to squirm.
Then a surer touch two hands sliding under the elastic of my briefs, sliding them down, exposing my cheeks & a sound! Was that a gasp from Tim? The hands moved. The briefs were on my thighs, then on my calves, then off. The hands returned, a gentle touch on one cheek, another touch on the other then a sudden warmth as palms were pressed against my flesh. The hands started massaging, moving him. The motion ground my erection even deeper into the bed. Then, all too soon, the hands moved again. Lower into the thighs. First one leg then the other, the muscles yielded to that pressure that touch. Down to the calves now caressing the muscles! Abruptly, the hands left my body. I felt that sudden chill as my skin was exposed again. I listened carefully, trying to anticipate what would happen now. My whole body was waiting for those fingers to caress my whole body as it quested for a touch, a breath. Against his ear, wetness and softness as the lips kissed, a whisper. "You're beautiful".
It brought a flush to my skin, to hear that voice, to hear those words.
" Turn over"! Another command and again my body responded without thinking. My chest felt cold as it left the bed. I cried out as I felt Tim's lips. Those lips were caressing the root of me, slowly moving upward. The lips parted and the tongue caressed my skin. I felt a growing urgency, which Tim must have sensed. Suddenly, I was engulfed in warmth. Tim's tongue caressed the head. The sensation was wild, unexpected.
(Tim continues to tell the experience)
I let go again, the sight that greeted my eyes brought a gasp from my lips. There, just out of reach was proof of Michel's excitement. A drop of fluid was the shining jewel on the crown. I just had to taste it, to taste Michel again. I wanted Michel to feel what I was feeling this moment. He had to share this with me. He had to share my love. Michel's body suddenly moved under me, surprising me. I almost lost his prize but I just was able to lick it before I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me onto the bed, bringing me beside him. I fought to keep my balance as I felt Michel pull me down onto the bed beside him. I thought for a moment he'd fall, but I was supported, and landed safely beside him.
Michel's hands drew me closer, until I felt his tongue on the tip, a wet caress, sudden warmth. Then I was engulfed in warmth. I felt my own urgency, my own need. I moved closer and renewed the attack, wanting us to share in the moment. I sucked gently, caressing the head with my tongue as it moved past. I wanted to feel all of it, to totally enclose him, to hold him within, forever. I felt the increasing hardness, matching my own urgency. Then a sudden thrust and a gush of fluid, I was suddenly engulfed completely as he came again and again flooding his mouth as I flooded his, that wonderful taste. This time he learnt what his love really tasted like. We held each other in our mouths until the flow abated. Slowly, we searched for that last delicious drop, savoring the taste until I felt the hardness start to fade.
I moved upward closer to his face, embracing him slowly leading toward a loving sharing, deep kiss, sharing love and the moment, their breath & their caresses. Wrapped tightly together, they lay on the bed wishing that the moment would go on forever! But this wasn't all for tonight I was there, I felt power, power I presumed normally Michel felt, power of my love, of his love, power of togetherness. When our kisses intensified I felt his power tool trying to reach for the sky. Again I thought, that fast, filled with more love. Mine didn't wait to respond and together they felt the wetness of just before, caressing now. The extraordinary softness of the skin, the wondrous feel of it, I moved slowly beside him again, I found my voice and whispered: "Turn over again".
When Michel did, swiftly again I could feel the power I had over him, the love he had for me trusting me and to do what ever I wanted. I knew I wanted him, I wanted him badly, I needed to show him my power, his trust in my action, the trust I felt again in him. If he could trust me to surrender to follow me when I lead, I can do that for him. I got closer again my hands encircling his back, feeling his shoulder blades, slowly massaging them. I looked down seeing those two love hills shaping my goal.
With my hands I moved slowly towards them, feeling the difference in substance then slowly starting to move from the lower back to them. Michel moaned and ground his hips upward, pushing them into my hands. The circle of my hands became smaller and smaller until they slowly came to a stop, ready to open up his valley for my eyes. Looking at it without any movement I felt Michel push towards me, almost begging me to go on. With a slow pressure I pushed the hills aside making the valley open. My eyes met with the beautiful flesh of the valley. I moved closer to inspect it, my lips moving toward his lips.
Would I dare? I slowly blew some air over them, getting another loud moan from Michel. I let him go moving so I was positioned in between his legs. Now ready to open his valley again, ready to let the soft skin of both lips touch each other, feeling the softness and slightly wetness, mostly consisting of Michel's sweat formed by the heat of his body. I was memorized by it, totally filled with the taste and scent of Michel. Moving one step further I opened my mouth and slowly licked the lips, lips without words, making them glad with the wetness of my saliva. Preparing them to be opened, more moans escaped from Michel.
My tongue pressed onto the opening of the lips, slowly forcing them to open and coating them. Michel moaned more. It felt like he was trying to press my tongue deeper between them. I had to take a breath of air, blowing shortly after that, fresh cold air over the lips. Michel moaned again, the sound of pure joy created by feelings of being caressed in a place where it never happened before. He was ready, willing enough for the next step. I got back up again a bit and moved closer with my right hand, clearing out one of the fingers, giving it space to encircle the entrance then with a bit of force opening up an area between the two wet lips. I let a bit more pressure onto it and it disappeared slowly from my sight. Warm pressure came instead making sure I knew of its present. Now slowly caressing the lips with the upper part of the finger I massaged them to open up further. When another big moan left Michel I knew he was ready, ready for more. I took one finger out and combined it with a second they urgently took the route back, wanting to feel the pressure and warmth of the inside.
I repeated the process now with two fingers slowly gaining speed with the circles, followed by more moans of pleasure from Michel. I pushed out and back in again, leaving him with a gasp. I smiled knowing what he felt, happy to bring such pleasure to him. I also knew that he should be ready, ready to open up his love channel forever. I pulled my fingers out. I brought my hands toward his hips, startled by the feel of them as I felt Michel shiver. He looked back, opening his eyes. Those beautiful eyes, filled with lust, love, excitement, joy, pleasure but also an unfulfilled longing. Please go on he said in a harsh voice filled with emotion. Patience Michel patience but first get the cushion out. I didn't have to say more as my hips lifted him up. I needed him higher to guide my weapon into the love tunnel easier. I could feel his dick pulsating when it was touched by a few fingers. Oh yeah he was ready for it.
I got closer and spread his legs a bit more. The distance between didn't last long as with eagerness it approached the entrance. Then all of a sudden electrifying they touched, leaving it wetter then before as my love potion started to overflow. I waited and then moved forward again, now keeping the flesh together, then slowly the slick started to work and the lips opened up eagerly awaiting its visitor. Then all of a sudden, when it was far enough in, sucking it in deeper not waiting for the pressure from outside, like swallowing the cream of a ripe strawberry. Now fully surrounded by flesh, my dick didn't need the pressure or suction anymore as it used its own system to fill up with blood and planted itself deeper in the tunnel. When it reached its deepest point it wanted more, more forward movement, more sensation given to the love sensors just below the top of it. As if by its own power it moved back, knowing how to create the feeling again. Then for a second time sliding in, going for it, trying to bury itself as far as it could get. Dazzled by the feeling I repeated the movement a few times. Then slowly other sounds made their way in, Michel I thought. I stopped, got it out and focused now on Michel, hearing what he was saying.
"Oh god, more please more Tim. I needed it to be filled, feels so good, more please, Oh, oh more please come on Tim" he urges me on.
I smiled as I got the impression he liked it but I wanted to see the pleasure, joy and excitement in his eyes. With my hands I started to push & said: turn over, I want to look into your eyes doing this. Again I was surprised by his swift actions, even the pulling up of his legs leaving me with a view of his open love tunnel, ready for more. I looked up, oh yea there was it excitement, joy and pleasure all that I thought it would be, but there was more, there was some wanting and submission he wanted me to go on he needed me. Then it struck me, he needed me, he needed me as much as I needed him. With even more love then I had ever felt for him, I moved closer, forward again until I had reached the entrance again. Now with more longing then before I pushed in eager to reach the depths of the tunnel, awaiting the feelings that came with moving in and out of it, first slowly but then faster and faster. Deeper and deeper until my belly hit his balls, telling me I was in, as deep as I could. Going back almost out and then moving completely in again hitting his balls. I looked at it and saw that his love tool was pulsing, leaking his love potion making a little lake in his belly button.
Charged by that sight I pushed again and again, now sliding in and out, the friction of soft skin giving each other optimal pleasure. Our moans became one with every push, our bodies became one with every push, and even our minds for one moment felt like one as we both exploded our emotions out of our body, letting it go with the flow, shooting our basic energy through it, hitting the inside of his love tunnel, his chest and belly. More and more found its way out, replaced by feelings of love, of trust, of being one together. When I slowly started to get my feelings under control, I looked at him, smiled and moved forward wanting to kiss him, wanting to let him know that I still loved him although the proof of that had been thrown into his body and had left mine. When my lips reached his, he opened his eyes, surprised I was so close.
New jolts of electricity raged through my body when our lips touched and our tongues started a love dance. I felt new emotions, driven by the kiss, pure lust and sex which at the high point were taking over and replaced by a scent of love, deep love for him, Michel. With these emotions my dick started to make its own conclusions again and started to grow inside Michel, moving more and more forward and then when he willing and wanting pushed his body against mine, I was in deeper then before. Michel screamed and while I reacted he moved forward, not wanting to let go. I pushed back in again and when those movements came on top of its power, with me buried deep inside him, he screamed again. Over taken again by lust and love, we moved from one high to the next, me speeding to a new explosion. I knew I wasn't alone though as Michel's scream made its own urgency present and followed quickly by a motion that reached its highest speed only to slow down by that overflow of an energy driven explosion of our semen leaving our cocks, mine coating the inside of the tunnel, his hitting now my chest and face.
This time when we became aware of the world around us, we hardly moved, me lying on top of him, trying to recoup some energy to move, but also enjoying the warmth of his body. It took a while till we both moved, looking at each other. I love you Michel said. I trust you were surprised. Later Michel told me that had done him even more then our love play had. It was a total submission by me after topping him, leading our love play for the longest time ever.
On the following Saturday Michel told me that we'd begin our role-playing again. Although nervous, I was ready for it. But in those two weeks there was more that happened. First there was Brandon he really started to become a good friend to both of us. We spend quite a few hours together at school when we weren't in class. He became a lot more relaxed and even started to point at guys and call them cute, something he'd never done before. One afternoon we ended up sitting on the grass waiting for the school to get out. We rated quite a few blokes when they left the building. We found out that Brandon liked a certain type of guy and an idea dawned on me but it definitively needed to wait. We were not teased too much by the fact we'd been seen in our undies outside. The number of girls that for some reason wanted to talk with us was still a lot larger at least for me then before so it was quite funny. When I asked Brandon if he'd been asked out, he said several times. None had done that to me yet but then again it at least meant I didn't need to deal with it either.
We'd seen Martin several times but we never really talked. I knew that Michel had talked with William quite a lot but I'm not sure if that was about school work, Martin or the school board were they both where a member of. Oh yea the school board. They would've their next meeting in about a week. So far Michel had kept his mouth shut about the plans that a small group of teachers and parents wanted to bring respect back, had put forward. I knew that they'd have little chance of success as the students would never go for anything that would mean a formal kind of relationship. So the ones that knew about it where just waiting to see what was going to happen at the next meeting, Michel said that the school paper had already got stuff ready to publish so it wouldn't take very long to become known what was spoken about.
The last and maybe most important thing was my relationship with my dad. I'm not sure if mom noticed anything but in these two weeks we did a few things together. One of them was a bike ride and we went even out for a drink together. That was something we'd never done before. I started to see a completely new dad, more a friend that I could talk with. We talked about normal subjects most of the time but he asked about Michel quite a bit too. He had me gotten out to that weekend last but I'd been home for the two weekends following, just seeing Michel during one of two days in town. But he managed to get Michel back invited by mom the weekend afterward, the first weekend we'd play again so I was curious to see what Michel had in mind.
When we got home that Friday afternoon my Mom didn't say much to Michel. For some reason, I don't think she liked him. We went up to my room. We kissed a bit then Michel said: "maybe it's better to get this weekend's homework out of the way".
"Yea that might not be a bad idea" I said.
So we were working on homework when my dad came in. I looked at him.
"I just wanted to tell you that dinner will be ready in half an hour. Thank you Sir" Michel said not sure what to say or do.
"You're welcome down here any time you want Michel. I know it might not feel like that with Tim's mom downstairs but I know you're making Tim very happy so don't forget that you're welcome no matter how cold Tim's mom might be".
"Thank you Sir" Michel said again.
"Maybe later tomorrow we can go out for a drink, the three of us"?
"Yea sounds like a plan Dad", I said a bit surprised.
"Well, I just want to get to know Michel better and I don't think that'll happen around dinner", he said with a smile. "Ok, I'll see you later".
With that he left us to do our homework.
"He's really trying Tim. I can see that. I'm happy that it'll make life a bit easier for us"!
"I know lets see if we can finish this then we can have some more fun after dinner".
We had a nice evening together, nothing special happened and although I was happy Michel was at my place, the idea of having sex in my bedroom was a step too far. I was just afraid mom or dad would walk in so just some kissing and making out was all. The next morning after breakfast when we came back to the bedroom Michel said: "ok Tim, you ready for some more action today"?
"If you want Sir".
"Good when was the last time you jacked off?".
" A few days ago and of course that evening", I said with a blush.
"Yea ok well from now on I'll tell you when you are allowed to cum and when it's not ok".
"Yes Sir".
I could feel that my dick had its own ideas about it as it got hard that second.
"I think then that it's a good idea to go for a swim Tim".
"Yea, why not?"
"I want o leave in about half an hour at the latest".
When we get to the swimming pool he said: "I want you to go into the toilet area first and use this (he got something out of his bag). It's supposed to go around the base of your cock and balls. I think you should be able to put it on the second button. It needs to be as tight as possible".
I looked at it, it was a small 1 cm broad leather band, which was around 10 cm long.
"What does it do"?
"Oh, I am sure you can imagine what it'll do Tim".
"Hmm, keep me hard".
"Yea that's the idea, get you hard to begin with then it'll make it easier to keep you hard".
"So you want me to stay hard in the pool".
"Yea that's the idea. You're going to show it all off." I blushed a bit at that idea.
"Then when we get to the locker room I want you to get these speedos on".
He took something out of the bag again. I saw it had an orange color, not a very dark one.
"Ok".
"We can go their on bike I guess" Mike said.
"Yea, anything else" I asked?
"No, further instructions if necessary, u'll get at the swimming pool. Just make me proud ok"?
He got closer and kissed me. My hard dick got even harder now. We had some make out time before we left. Not sure if Michel did that on purpose or not but it got me horny as hell by the time we left. When we got to the swimming pool, I went into the toilet area and pushed down my trousers and briefs I was wearing. I got the black leather belt and pushed it around my cock and balls. I managed to get it on the third button as it was quite tight. I felt my dick start to come back to life really fast. I pulled my briefs up again. I had to work them a bit to get them over my balls and dick. I looked down and saw it ...
So what is going to happen in that swimmingpool, is tim really going to enjoy himself again.For any idea's comments etc send an e-mail to noway16@hotmail.com. You can also visit www.timsfunplace.com for more written stories.