TIMMIE
It was a typical Friday afternoon, school was out and I had gotten off work early. Sitting in my room, I was cruising through the information highway looking for anything I might be interested in. I was modemed into a rather interesting "Club Members Only" bulletin board that a friend of mind had gotten me joined in. Being only 14, I had to have an adult to get me into this one. But, Grover had. He was 18, my next door neighbor and a very close buddy! Anyway, that's another story. I was looking over some of the pictures they had. I came upon one I hadn't seen or heard of. It was simply titled, "Timmy.pix" and was described as a picture of, "your typical next door neighbor boy with his bike".
That sounded like it was right up my alley so I punched some buttons and downloaded the data to my machine. Just after I was finished, the phone rang. It was a friend of mine who wanted me to come over and help him with his science homework. I left the house leaving my downloaded picture to be discovered at a later time.
That night, I stayed up late playing a new game on my computer. When I finished, I found that my parents had gone to bed and it was then that I remembered the picture I had downloaded but hadn't looked at. My juices started flowing as I punched some more buttons and soon the picture started to appear.
At first, just the feet of the boy showed up. The video continued up the screen, showing a beautiful pair of slender legs. Then, his White underwear appeared (shucks!). It appeared he had a nice bulge behind them. The picture continued up until it got to his wonderful chest, ripe for sucking and, finally, his gorgeous face! He was cute, blonde, with a simple smile and a hairless bod!. As I sat there, I stared at this wonderful picutre of Timmie, naked except for a pair of white underwear. He appeared to be a boy about a year older than me, but looked much younger. He was standing next to his bicycle, holding the handlebars with both hands. I got extremely horny just thinking about this boy.
As I printed the picture, I had a strange feeling. It was like I knew this kid from somewhere, but I couldn't quite peg where. He wasn't in my school and he didn't live around here (I knew almost every boy in the neighborhood...some of them better than others!) and I didn't think he was anyone that any of my friends had introduced to me. His face, however, look very familiar.
I made sure the door was locked, took his picture from the printer and walked over to my bed. I sat on the edge and unzipped my jeans, allowing my stiff peter to poke out, covered by my underwear. There was already a spot of juice where the head of my hard peter was sitting. I lifted my butt, pulling my underwear down and laid back. I started jerking off while looking over this angel. I could feel my juices flowing and it didn't take long for me to cum, long and hard, thinking about this boy. I curled up on my bed, underwear still around my andkles and fell asleep with his picture in my hand and cum all over my chest.
I awoke the next morning and got ready for school. Mom said she was going out of town for the week-end and I had the house to myself. I left the first picture beside my bed, in my special picture book and made a second copy of my beautiful find. I went out to the garage, climbed on my bike and made the ride to school. The entire way was a blur as I continued thinking about the picture of the boy and where I had seen him before. It was driving me crazy. I had the second picture folded in my pocket and I thought about it all the way to school. It was hard riding with such a stiff one between my legs.
I pulled the picture out just before I got to school and looked at the entire picture, trying to get a clue as to where the picture might have been taken. The bike was bright white, a racer type, with a small sticker on the front of it that read, "I'm easy" (I didn't know if that had any significance, but my fantasies helped to fill that part in for me). There were only trees in the background. No buildings or recognizable landmarks of any kind. I had gone out to the woods with Grover, my next door neighbor. In fact, that's where I saw another boy's hard-on for the first time. We did have some fun in the woods, but the woods in back of this bike were unfamiliar. I was hoping that I hadn't, at some point, simply seen another picture of him and, through my dreams, thought I had actually met him. No, I thought. I had actually "met" this boy, seen him up close. But, where??
I forgot my dream boy for the moment and went into school. The day dragged on, as usual, and on the way home, I remembered that we had no milk. I stopped at the grocery store not far from my house.
As I made my way to the entrance of the store, I stopped my bike dead in it's tracks. I stared at the bike chained to the bike rack at the entrance to the store. It was the same bike! Or, at least, the same style and color. I looked at the front of it, trying to keep my composure and, sure enough, the same sticker appeared right where it was on the picture.
As I continued staring at the bike, I heard a voice behind me.
"Don't even think about stealing it,"
I turned and saw my dream angel standing before me. Timmy was one of the local bag boys at the supermarket. He was dressed in the typical bag boy uniform, white shirt, black jeans and sneakers. Now I remembered where I had seen him before.
"I worked long and hard for that bike and I'll fight anyone who tries to take it from me," he said, looking kind of stern.
"I wouldn't think of stealing it," I said, trying to sound non-threatening. "I was just admiring the paint job. Not many bikes around that look that good." My peter was getting hard in my jeans just looking at this boy. "Certainly not mine..."
"Thanks," he said. "I've always wanted a white bicycle. It's my favorite color."
"Mine too," I said. "This looks like one of those racer bikes. Do you race?"
"BMX every chance I get," he said. "Haven't I met you before?"
"I come here once in a while for milk and stuff," I told him. "Where do you go to school?" By now, my dick was as hard as it could be, but I couldn't tell if he saw it or not.
"I go to Sheridan, but we got out early for the summer," he smiled. Man, I thought, we had two days yet to go. I loved summer...I couldn't wait.
"Don't you buy hamburger all the time?" he asked. My mom's favorite 'I forgot to get something' food.
"Yeah, how did you remember?" I wondered.
"We all recognize customers by what they buy. I remember you because you buy hamburger a lot and we all couldn't believe you still looked as good as you do with that kind of diet. Most guys that have a body as good as you buy tons of yogurt."
"Barf food," I said, laughing. "It's like eating lumpy sour milk".
Timmie laughed with me. He had a beautiful smile. His talk about beautiful bodies, especially mine, was getting my hotter by the minute.
"Well, I got to get going," he said. "My parents aren't home this week-end, so I'm taking care of the place."
"Well, it was nice to meet you...." I queried, hoping to confirm his name.
"Timmie," he said. "Timmie Masters."
My heart jumped a mile when I heard his name.
"My name's Billy. Hope to see you around," I said as I watched my dream boy ride away, that beautiful butt swinging in the air.
I almost forgot why I was there, when I regained my senses. I walked in, got the milk, threw it in the big basket attached to the front of my handlbars and left. I rode down the street towards home.
About a mile from the store, I saw Timmie again, walking by the roadside with his white bike. I pulled up behind him.
"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked.
"Stupid nail," he grumbled. "I got a flat tire."
"Well, I have a bike repair kit at the house if you're interested."
"That's OK," he said. "I've got a repair kit at home."
"Yeah, but I bet you don't have any cold beer there," I said, hoping to strike at his adolescent side.
Timmie smile. "No, I don't think I do. What kind?" he asked.
"The kind you can drink without getting in trouble," I answered, smiling. "The brand is Henikin, if it matters".
"Great," he said. "What about your mom?"
"My mom's gone for the week-end. We can have the whole house to ourselves," I answered.
I walked with him while he limped his bike to my house. We continued talking small talk, about who we knew and stuff until we arrived at my house. When we arrived, Timmie leaned the bike against the house and I invited him in for a cool one, before we tackled the repair on his bike.
I threw the milk in the frig, got us two beers and we both retreated back into my bedroom.
We continued small talk for a while, feeling the sexual tension in the air. Timmie stood up.
"I got to use the bathroom," he said. "This beer is running right through me."
"Use mine," I answered. "Right here."
Timmie walked over to the door and I almost fainted. He had started to unzip his pants before he got to the door. I saw a bit of his underwear as he pulled the door shut. He was such a beautiful boy. I couldn't believe how lucky I had gotten.
I walked back to the kitchen to get two more beers and when I returned, I was in shock. There he was, sitting on the edge of my bed, with the photo album that I kept on the bedstand on his lap. He was, without a doubt, giving it the once over. I could't tell if he had a hard on or not, as the book covered his lap.
"Wow!" he said. "This is really something. I hope you don't mind me looking through this."
"Not at all," I answered. "Is there anything, or anyone, that interests you?"
My heart jumped as he sifted through the items to find the folded picture of him standing next to his bike. I watched as he smiled.
"Where did you get this?" he asked.
"I belong to a bulletin board," I answered sheepishly, not knowing if he knew it was a gay bulletin board. I thought I saw a lump growing in his pants.
"Jim, you take a good picture," he said, sort of to himself.
"Who's Jim," I asked.
"One of my buddies at work, another bag boy," he answered. "He dared me to do some stuff, so we did. He's really a nice guy". I wondered what else he dared Timmie to do.
I handed him his second beer and sat down beside him on the bed.
"You like pictures like this?" he asked.
"I have my fair collection," I answered. "Lots of them are ones that I took, instead of ones off of the computer."
"What do you think of mine?" he asked, still smiling.
"I think you look great!" I answered.
He continued looking for a few minutes. He stopped at one page. "Who's this?" he asked. He had stopped on a page of several pictures I took of a neighbor boy who regularly did our lawn. One day, we relaxed on the back porch, striking up a conversation. One thing led to another and we ended up camping out in the backyard, jacking off each other for hours. Man, was that a good time. He now cums over every time the lawn even looks like it needs mowing.
"That's Bobbie, a friend of mind from down the street," I answered. "He mows our lawn sometimes.
"It's obvious he does more than that," Timmie said, chuckling.
Timmie looked at the three pictures I took of Bobbie during our most recent camped out last month. The first one was of Bobbie standing next to our tent, only in his underwear. The second was of him laying back on his sleeping bag with his briefs pulled down to his hips, his hard on in his hand, jacking off. The third one was him cuming all over his chest. He was a sexy kid.
"You do anything with him?" Timmie asked.
"Like what?" I asked, hoping that the answer would be the correct one.
"You know, like what he's doing in the picture," Timmie answered, seeming a little shy.
"Why do you ask?" I questioned, wanting to be cautious.
"Well," he said. "Jim and I did some stuff like that and it really felt good. Jim didn't take any pictures, except for that first one. He was too busy." Timmie giggled and smiled at me.
With that out, I reached over with my left hand and placed it on his leg, rubbing back and forth until I was up near his crotch. He didn't move.
"Are you sure your mom won't be home?" he asked.
"Positive," I answered. "You want me to lock the door?" Many of my friends wanted me to secure my room before we played around.
"That would help me be more relaxed, just in case," he answered.
I got up and locked my bedroom door, returning to sit next to Timmie. My hand slid up to his hard peter.
"That feels good," he said. "Keep going, I won't mind."
I felt his hard dick in his jeans and it felt nice. I reached for the zipper on his black jeans and pulled it down. Then, I put my hand inside his pants and wrapped it around his cotton covered peter. He moaned.
With my other hand, I pushed him back onto my bed and opened up his pants further. He raised his butt up (like he new what I wanted), allowing me to pull his pants down to his ankles. I went back up, massaging his stomach and then, sliding my hand down the front of his underwear, putting my hand around his nice peter. I started to jack him off.
He started to moan and squirm on the bed. I took my hand out and licked it, making it moist, while he pulled his underwear down past his balls. I went back and started to jack him off more and he smiled, moaning louder.
After about a minute or two, I leaned over and started to suck him off. His hips lunged off the bed when I started to do this and his breathing got heavy. He was moaning so loud, I was afraid the neighbors might hear him. You could tell he was really liking this. It only took a minute or two for him to cum.
"Ohhh, I cuming, I cuming....." he yelled as his dick started to squirt. I continued to suck him, swallowing as much as I could. When I was full, I let him out of my mouth and continued to jack him off. He continued to cum all over his chest and stomach. He was still going wild, flopping all over the bed and thrusting his hips in the air. After a minute, he calmed down and lay there, exhausted.
I lay beside him and asked him how he liked it.
"That was great!" he said. "Jim and I fooled around, but never like that."
He continued to rest for a minute until I felt his hand go over to my crotch. He sat up and unzipped my jeans. I raised my butt so that he could pull them down. He looked at me for a moment and smiled.
"You have white underwear on. I love white underwear," he said.
He leaned over and started to lick my peter through the cotton while slding his hand under the waistband and taking hold of me with his fist. I lay back like him, enjoying what he was doing to me.
I felt him slide my underwear down to my hips and engulf my peter with his mouth. It was wonderful, although you could tell he hadn't done this before.
"Timmie.....," was all that I said as I started to cum in his mouth. He kept up the pace, swallowing all that I gave him.
We both lay there for several minutes, enjoying the feeling. Timmie wanted to get another beer, so we both got up and put our underwear back on. We walked into the kitchen and grabbed two more, returning to my bedroom.
We both sat on the edge of my bed for a minute, enjoying the cool drink. We were both getting a buzz by now and soon fell into a deep sleep.
I awoke several hours later to find both of us in a spoon fashion, with Timmie behind me. I felt his peter rubbing in my butt crack and realized that he had slipped his underwear down.
"Would you like to put it in me?" I asked.
"I've never done that before," was his reply.
"Well, I have...and it feels great!!" I answered.
I slipped my underwear down to my hips and rolled over onto my stomach. I pushed my butt up so he could get access to my awaiting hole.
"Do me," I said. "Fuck me".
Timmie got up and got settled between my legs. He reached over to my bedstand and grabbed the tube of K-Y. I watched over my shoulder and he fisted the lube onto his peter.
He lifted my butt up so that I was almost on all fours. He leaned forward and started to push into me. It was exstasy.
Timmie started to fuck me for all it was worth. I started to get hard, something that I didn't expect, but that I liked. Before I could think of it, Timmie reached around and grabbed my hard dick, jacking it off in time with his thrusts.
We continued this act for several mintes, both of us moaning and yelling until he said he was cuming. I felt it too and squeezed him in my butt.
I felt him start to squirt in my bowels and I felt the most wonderful orgasm I had ever had in my young life. I squirted all over my bed. We both collapsed, Timmie still inside me.
I looked over and realized it was almost 7 P.M. We got up and dressed and I helped him with his bike tire. Soon, he was off to his house.
I slept like a baby that night, jacking off two more times thinking about what we had done. That Saturday night would be one that I wouldn't forget either.
About 6 P.M., the door bell rang. I went to get it and saw Timmie standing there, in his black jeans, with someone standing next to him.
"How goes it?" he asked. "Jim and I were in the neighborhood and thought we'd stop and chat".
His friend, Jim, looked about the same age as us, although Timmie told me he was a year older. This 15 year old had long brown hair and a sweet body. He had what appeared to be a poloroid camera with him.