This story concerns teenage gay males who may be involved in sexual situations. If it is illegal for you to read such stories, or if you do not like to read such stories, please leave now.
This story is copyright 2006 by the author who retains all rights.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
This is my first submission to Nifty. Any comments or questions are welcome at: carl_holiday@att.net
A warm thank you goes out to all who've written. I appreciate knowing someone is actually reading this stuff. To those who wrote wanting vile things to happen to Tim, well, everyone has problems and Tim has had his share, too.
Kiel's Story
by Carl Holiday
Chapter 6 -- Tim is not Kiel
I don't know if Tim was nervous when he rang our front doorbell, but I was when I opened the door. He was wearing a loose, long-sleeved green and blue plaid, flannel shirt; faded blue jeans a little tight in the crotch and tight enough across his ass to make me want to touch it, which I didn't; and shiny, black penny loafers with white socks. He was smiling, showing off the results of good, expensive orthodontia. We stood there a moment staring at each other.
"Are you going to invite me in?" Tim asked.
"Uh, yeah, sure. You're early."
"It's 12:15, that's afternoon most places."
"Come on up to my room," I said, closing the door. "You've never been here."
"I think maybe once with Stevie. Do you miss him?"
"Not as much as I used to. After finding out he was fucking you and practically not doing anything in return, and considering we only sucked each other, I've been thinking he wasn't as great a friend as I thought."
"Yeah, but I like being fucked," Tim said, sitting down on my bed. "Is you mother home?"
"She's still at church with Sally," I said, starting to take off my church clothes. "There's some kind of children's program this afternoon. I told her you were taking me out so I could fuck you and she let me come home early."
"You didn't!"
"No, but I thought about it when I did come up with an excuse," I said, pulling off my pants. I was down to briefs and t-shirt. Knowing Tim's short fuse, I wondered if he was up a little rehearsal. I sat down beside him. "Would you like something before we go?"
"Um, well, yeah, but I was hoping we could get out of here before Kiel notices."
"They don't get home from church until after one," I said, undoing his belt. "Stand up, knowing you, this'll only take a second."
"Gee, thanks, I appreciate your confidence in me."
"God, Tim, you're already hard."
"I've been that way practically all morning, thinking about what was going to happen today."
"You've got a nice dick," I said before wrapping my lips around the head.
"It's too small," Tim said.
"The length's okay, but you don't have any thickness," I said after pulling off for a moment. He was wearing yellow and pale green striped boxers. Of the kids I knew and seen in gym, Tim was the only boy I knew who wore boxers. I liked the way they concealed everything until it was time. I pulled his jeans down, but left the boxers up.
"You'd better watch out I'm about ready to lose it," Tim said.
I set my lips and tongue back to work savoring the softness of his skin, the sweet smell of him. I slipped a hand up the back leg of his boxers and felt him tense.
"Damn it, Geoff! Oh, God."
Tim's voice trailed off as his cock stiffened in my mouth and hot come splashed against the back of my throat. I swallowed, taking him down my throat as the orgasm shuddered through his body. I kept him in my mouth until he finished as I slowly, softly caressed his cloth covered ass with my hand. I imagined the possibilities those boxers offered as they were definitely a turn on.
"What about you?" Tim asked as I pulled up his jeans and buttoned him up.
"I'm in the mood for fucking today," I said, getting to my feet. "I'll be ready in a minute. How long are your parents going to be out?"
"I don't know. We're going to my sister's apartment down at Lake Woodin."
We headed straight down to Oak Park Boulevard to Eightieth where Tim turned left. At Meridian he went right and down the hill to Lake Woodin Boulevard. I'd have gone on down Oak Park to where it turned into Aurora at the city line and turned left onto Lake Woodin, but I wasn't driving.
His sister's yellow brick apartment building looked old like it had been there since the cities of North Park and Seattle settled the argument of who owned Lake Woodin by circling the lake with a park to be administered by the county. In the heady days between WWI and the Great Depression, many apartment bui ldings were built at the North Park trolley junction on the north side of the lake. The apartment building we parked in front of was a block away from the lake and a hundred dollars a month cheaper than those on the boulevard facing the lake.
We hadn't talked since leaving my house. Tim seemed out of sorts as if I offended him by sucking his cock. My intention, which I had no intention of telling him, was to dull his response a little. I wanted him to last a little longer than a couple seconds. I wanted a little pleasure in giving him an orgasm, rather than having to respond quickly because his dick was unexpectedly coming. I wanted to feel that I was doing something other than just being there.
It surprised me a little when Tim had a key to the apartment and it was on his key ring. I was more surprised when he didn't even knock.
Directly inside was the living room. There were coved ceilings, a bay window, a large well worn over-stuffed sofa, a dark cherry coffee table, and a turquoise side chair. This could've been 1924 except for TV on a rickety metal stand in the corner. Pictures on the walls and knickknacks around the room told me this was a woman's apartment, but there seemed to be something else, some hint of another occupant. Then we turned left into a small hallway leading to a closet, a bathroom, and two other doors, one of which opened to Tim's room.
This room was much different than the bedroom where Tim raped me. That room had been plain compared to this one. There were black and white posters of Hollywood stars on all the walls; model airplanes hung from the ceiling in various arrangements that made them look like they were landing, taking off, or engaged in aerial combat; the bed was a double and had a red cotton bedspread with navy blue squares of varying sizes stitched across it like some kind of insane quilt; and there was a bottle of lube and a box of rubbers on the nightstand. The teenage boy who lived in this room obviously was cautious about what went up his butt.
Then I saw the Corsair. The model wasn't flying, it was mounted on a clear plastic stand. The detailing was more than perfect with oil stains, worn paint, and half spent munitions. There wasn't a pilot. I couldn't help but to get in close to examine it.
"That was my uncle's plane," Tim said behind me. "He was shot down in the war. He lives up on Beacon Hill near the Veterans Hospital. He lost his lower right leg, dick and balls, and left hand. I go to see him once in a while, on weekends when he isn't working at the hospital."
"Does he have any medals?" I asked. My dad had a Purple Heart.
"Yeah, a bunch. I guess he was some kind of hero or something. He has a lot of friends who were shot up in the war just like him."
"You sound a little sad talking about him."
"He takes me to the pool at Thornton Creek Country Club and I've seen him naked. It's not a pretty sight. War is something I definitely never want to get involved in. Bullets do bad things to people."
"Yeah, but to fly a Corsair. That must have been something. Taking off from a carrier out in the middle of the ocean, then coming back in to land, damn some guys have all the luck. With my glasses, I'll be lucky to get to sweep floors on a carrier."
"I didn't think they let queers in the military."
"Well, it's not like I'm going to tell them."
"Stick your cock up some sailor's ass and they'll know."
"Speaking of which, come here," I said, turning to him and planting my lips on his. He suddenly pulled away. "What's the matter?"
"I've never kissed a guy before, not on the lips, anyway."
"But you fuck, you have to kiss, too."
"No one's ever kissed me. They might stick their cock up my ass, but no one's ever put their lips to mine."
"But you fuck," I said, looking at him as if there was something wrong. Then I noticed something I hadn't seen before. Tim looked younger, a lot younger than sixteen. He looked practically like a twelve year old, maybe thirteen. I had to know. "When was the first time you fucked?"
"Tennis camp three years ago. We, Stevie and I, were rooming together in this college dorm down in Southern California. Stevie got real chummy with one of the instructors. I think Stevie was sucking the guy's dick. Anyway, about halfway through Stevie invited me to go with him to the instructor's apartment. They got me drunk. Then, well, then they, both of them, fucked me. Then kept doing it, Geoff. One would get off, then a couple minutes later the other would go at it. We went to the instructor's apartment every night after that. Then when we got home, Stevie was coming over to my house or I was going to his, and he continued to fuck me."
"You don't like being fucked, do you?"
"Not really, but I know you want to, so it's okay."
He looked just like a kid who was about to be spanked by his dad for something he'd done earlier in the day. Well, as much as I wanted to shove my dick up where it belonged, I wasn't Stevie and had no intention of becoming someone that disgusting.
"Come on," I said, taking Tim's hand and leading him over to the bed. I squatted down and took of his shoes and socks. Then I stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, undid his belt, and unbuttoned his jeans. In a moment he was standing in front of me with nothing on except his boxers. I was reluctant to remove them. For some reason, seeing him in nothing except those made him very, very appealing to me. I was hard as a rock and stripped as quickly as I could.
"I think it's time someone showed you some of the more pleasurable parts of guy sex," I said, pulling down his boxers. Then I saw him as I've never seen him before. He really was a little kid. Obviously, puberty was taking its time with Tim.
I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. My lips started on his forehead and worked their way down and around his face. I came close, but not too close, to his soft, tender lips. My hands floated across the soft skin on Tim's back reaching down occasionally to knead his ass cheeks. When my lips finally zeroed in on his, he was ready. Actually, he was more ready than I was. I felt the spasms course through Tim's body as another orgasm spewed hot come onto both of us.
"Sorry," Tim said, trying to pull out of our embrace.
"There's nothing to be sorry about," I said, holding him, not wanting him to get away that easily. Personally, I think he was trying too hard, practically forcing himself to have orgasms to get it over with, but I had all afternoon to have mine and I wasn't in any hurry. And, I wasn't going to fuck him, either. "Come on, lie down on the bed."
We kissed and touched and licked and caressed each other until I didn't think he could come anymore. I never imagined a kid could produce that much semen, we were practically swimming in the stuff.
"Use your hand to get me off," I said as I rolled onto my back. "Come on, I know you like the feel of it."
I certainly loved the feel of his soft hand around my cock. He came just about the time I did and neither of us was touching his cock. It did it all on its own.
"Thank you for not doing me like Stevie did," Tim said after wiping our come up with a damp washcloth. "I kind of liked doing what we did."
"Sex is supposed to be mutual, Tim. It's not supposed to be one sided. I can't imagine how you put up with that dickhead. I'd have cut him off a long time ago if I'd known what he was doing to you."
"That instructor told me I had to let Stevie do that to me. It was supposed to help his game, or some shit like that. I actually believed it at first. After a year or so I realized Stevie wasn't interested in me any more than having a convenient place to shove his cock, but by then I couldn't figure out how to end it."
Then he surprised me. I'd gotten hard again, mostly because he hadn't stopped rubbing my cock. Before I could say anything, Tim put a rubber on me, lubed it up, and straddled me before easing himself down onto my erection. His little dick was still hard and I started to lightly stroke it. I could feel it throbbing in my hand as I felt Tim tighten his ass around my cock. Slow and steady, slow and steady Tim pulled himself off then settled back down.
I took my hand away from his cock and began to massage his inner thighs, working my thumbs into his tender, nearly hairless skin from mid-thigh up to his groin and up over his cock stopping before the head, then returning to mid-thigh. He was breathing harder as his orgasm approached. I didn't know whether he was giving himself one, or if I was doing anything to help, but as soon as come shot out I grabbed his cock and stroked it, milking everything he had left.
Tim collapsed down onto my come covered chest and abdomen just as I came. I put my arms around him and held him to me as I lost myself in short, quick thrusts into his young ass.
"I've never done that," Tim whispered in my ear. "Done it like that to make myself come. I kind of liked doing it that way. Thank you."
"Hey, no problem, okay? That's what friends are for, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. You'd like to be my friend, like Kiel?"
"Not like Kiel."
"Huh?"
"He said you two weren't having sex."
"Nah, we play tennis and hang out, mostly. We've done a couple models together."
"Well, knowing how athletic he is, it's not surprising he plays tennis, too, but the modeling is a surprise."
"Do you build models?"
"I stopped a couple years ago. I didn't know anyone who was doing that kind of stuff, so I lost interest, I guess."
"Maybe, you and Kiel and I can get together sometime and build something. Then Kiel and I can have our way with you."
"I'd like that, but you'll have to convince Kiel to fuck me."
"You want that donkey dick up your ass?"
"I called it a donkey dick and he practically killed me."
"Better you than me."
"What the killing or the fucking?"
"Both."
Tim put his lips to mine and we kissed and kissed and kissed and we came again, Tim twice.