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Tim's Life Pt. 01

By: Seamen



The college was almost empty, as Tim walked towards the Principal's office. He picked up his pace, knowing that Mr. Stevenson would be waiting. It was a windy day, and a breeze ruffled his hair as he crossed the corridor and entered the administrative building. The Principal's office was at the end of the narrow lane on the first floor. The building was almost empty. There was not a soul in sight, and although Tim knew Mr. Stevenson's secretary usually went home late, she wouldn't be bothering them during their meeting. Tim approached the room, and opened the door without knocking. He entered, and saw Mr. Stevenson sitting at his desk. Mr. Stevenson passed him a smile, which he met with one of his own. Mr. Stevenson got up from his chair and walked towards the door.

"You're late," he said, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Yeah, I got caught up in some work. Some guys from my study group are going up to Atlantic City for the weekend. They wanted to see if I'd join them."

Mr. Stevenson walked over to the sofa, and sat down. Tim dropped his backpack to the ground, and lowered himself on his lap, facing him, with one leg on each side of him. Mr. Stevenson laid back and closed his eyes, as Tim licked down his shaven neck, and ground his hips against his crotch.

"Mmm," cooed Mr. Stevenson, as he dry humped the teenager on his lap, and let the boy work his magic on him. He pushed back Tim, and pulled up and removed the Tee he was wearing. He ran his arms on the boy's hairless, smooth chest and back, and then lifted him up, and put him on his back on the sofa. Tim groaned as the much older man climbed on top of him, and put his mouth hungrily on his, as he humped him through his clothes. Tim wrapped his legs around Mr. Stevenson, and felt Mr. Stevenson's cock, probably semi erect, rub against his own hard on. Mr. Stevenson could feel the young boy's erection as well. He felt amused at the youth's vitality as he thrust his tongue into Tim's mouth, and remembered when he himself was Tim's age. His cock too would spring up at a moment's notice, and he could cum seemingly an unlimited number of times. 

Now, well, it was different. Now he would call it a good day if he could shoot his load once. Twice was Christmas, and any more than that, well, to be honest, was pretty much impossible. He was just happy he could still get it up a couple of times a week. As they writhed in ecstasy on the sofa, Mr. Stevenson's tongue wrestled with Tim's in the young boy's mouth. Mr. Stevenson broke the kiss and licked the side of Tim's neck, tasting the youth's smooth fair skin. They continued to grind their hips against each other, and both were breathing heavily now. This was their first encounter in weeks, and both were horny as hell. Mr. Stevenson was married, but as he had later found out, sex with his wife gave him little satisfaction. Tim hadn't found a date in quite a while too, and it had been a dry spell for him as well.

Mr. Stevenson lifted himself up, and sat back on the sofa. Tim got up, and looked directly into his eyes. He could see the lust building up inside him. He sat down on the floor between Mr. Stevenson's legs, and undid his trousers, his belt and his fly. Mr. Stevenson's cock popped out, almost fully erect. Tim took it into his hand, and stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Stevenson laid back, closed his eyes, and moaned in approval. Mr. Stevenson's member was thick, and almost 7 inches. Tim brought his head down, and licked around the head. Mr. Stevenson's body jerked in response. Tim licked from the tip down to the base, and then back up to the head. He pushed the foreskin down, revealing the sensitive tip inside. He gave it a lick, and Mr. Stevenson groaned again. He reached down and cupped Mr. Stevenson's heavy balls. He massaged them with his hand, as he took his cock into his mouth, and began to bob his head up and down. With his other hand, he supplemented the effort of his mouth, and quickly built up a rhythm. 

Mr. Stevenson began to whimper and groan. Tim moved his head up and Mr. Stevenson's cock popped out of his mouth. Tim licked his way from the base to the tip, feeling his veins with his tongue, and then back down to the base again. He took Mr. Stevenson's cock in his hand, and started jerking him off, taking his ball in his mouth at the same time and sucking on it. As Mr. Stevenson started undulating his hips, Tim saw that he was close, and stopped stroking him, his hand still holding and pushing down on his cock, as he nibbled on his ball. He began stroking him again as he switched to his other ball, and ran his other hand up and down Mr. Stevenson's thigh. He let go of Mr. Stevenson's balls and cock, and took his cock into his mouth again. He pushed down his foreskin with his hand and drew circles on the head with his tongue. He bobbed his head up and down on his cock, and cupped his balls again. 

He withdrew his head up so that just his head was inside his mouth, and began to stroke his cock with his hand. Mr. Stevenson groaned, and his body stiffened against the boy's mouth. Tim took his entire cock into his mouth, and Mr. Stevenson trembled, as he unloaded his balls down the boy's throat. His body jerked with each spurt, and he fell back on the sofa as he squirted the last of his juice inside Tim's mouth. Tim kept his mouth on his cock after he was done, and slowly moved his lips up and down on it, sending little shock waves down Mr. Stevenson's spine. After a couple of minutes, he looked up at Mr. Stevenson and smiled. Mr. Stevenson smiled back at him, relaxed and spent. He got up and put his shirt back on.

"You still got it, boy," said Mr. Stevenson, zipping up.

Tim smiled in return, and picked up his bag, and walked out of the room. He went straight to the men's room, went inside one of the stalls, pulled down his pants, and jerked himself off twice. With the taste of Mr. Stevenson's cum still in his mouth, he orgasmed hard, and kept going even after he had ejaculated, to a second orgasm. His orgasms were so strong that they knocked the air out of him, and he had to sit down on the toilet seat to catch his breath. Afterwards, he came out and washed his face with cold water. He too had cum after almost two weeks, and felt good and light hearted.

As he stepped out of the men's room, he saw Anna standing in the hallway.

"Whatcha been doin' there, boy?" She cooed.

Tim smiled in return, "Just washing up."

"You were jacking off, weren't you?"

Tim burst out laughing.

"You banged the principal again, didn't you?"

"What, are you crazy?"

She kicked his shin. "Don't bullshit me, jackass. You got buggered, didn't you?"

Tim couldn't stop laughing.

"No, actually, I didn't. I blew him off."

"You slut!" Anna joined in the laughter. "Why were you jacking off? He didn't return the favor?"

Tim nodded.

"Oh man, how lazy is he? Selfish son of a bitch!"

Tim roared into another fit of laughter.

"So how many times?"

"What?"

"How many times did you toss the salad?"

"Twice."

"Hmm, you must have been really backed up. When was the last time you did it?"

Tim faked a sad face.

"Oh, don't ask! It's been a long dry spell! Unlike you, I don't get to shag whoever I want! This old fairy is all I have at the moment."

"Joe from the basketball team," Anna winked at him.

Tim widened his eyes.

"What, when? You're joking!"

"Nope, cross my heart."

"Man, he's a hotty! I saw him at the club once. He's got a great body. Those abs, biceps, and that big thick juicy cock! So, how was he?"

"Good. We did it twice. He didn't let me get on top though. Came once on my belly and once on my back."

"Mmm!" moaned Tim. "You gonna see him again?"

"Not really," replied Anna. "He is a selfish dickhead. Made me suck his dick but didn't go down on me. Didn't even get me off. Just humped away and left."

"Now who's selfish!" Tim stuck out his tongue at her.

She punched him in the stomach.

"Watch it! Next time, it will be a couple of inches lower!"

Tim's Life Pt. 02



Tim stepped into the shower and turned on the shower. He jumped as the cold water hit his body, and then squirmed as the water ran down his hairless chest down to his balls and off his legs. He always kept himself smooth and hairless all over. It made him feel better about himself, and it aroused him, as well as the men he slept with to no end. He put his head in the stream, and let the water wet his hair and run down his shoulders. He spent a minute just standing there, and turned around and let the shower wet his back. He turned down the shower, so that just a little stream of water streamed out onto the floor, and laid down on the floor under it, parallel to the wall, so that the stream of water fell on his crotch. He drew his legs up, and swung around, so that he was facing the wall, and adjusted his position so that he was now lying on the floor, with his legs drawn up to his chest, and rested his feet on the floor. The stream of water was falling almost on his cock now. He took his limp cock in his hand, and moved it under the stream.

The stimulation from the water worked its magic, and his cock grew in his hand. As he hardened, he shifted his position so that he wouldn't have to hold up his cock, and the water fell directly on his hard-on. He put his hands above his head, and enjoyed the sensation of the water falling directly on the underside of his cock's head, down his shaft and balls, and across his bum hole.

He let his imagination run wild. He pictured himself being fucked by a well built, well hung older man, with a beer belly. Mmm, yes, this guy, whom Tim doesn't even know, is fucking the daylight out of him. Maybe he's a trucker, whom Tim happened to run into at a cheap motel. Yes... in this cheap, small, dirty motel room, which smells of cigarettes... Maybe he met this trucker in the local pub, and let on that he's stopping here for the night. Maybe he let on that he had met a friend here, and he hadn't yet checked into a hotel. He had let the trucker feel him up his thigh and to his crotch... yes ... he had swayed hips as the trucker rubbed his cock through his pants... he had let on that he was a horny sissy boi who wanted to get fucked good. And so they were here, in the tiny motel room, him on his back, legs drawn up to his chest, the big hairy trucker on top of him, his thick cock wrapped up in a condom moving in and out of him. The trucker was looking right at him, but he didn't dare look back into his eyes. He felt shy and awkward. Maybe the trucker might fuck him once more during the night, and maybe even once before leaving in the morning... 

As the stream of water stimulated him, his hips involuntarily began to rise and fall in a rhythm. He was close. He imagined the trucker grabbing her cock, and stroking him as he fucked him silly, and stiffened against the stream of water. All of a sudden, the water shut off, leaving his hips a little above the bathroom floor, trembling, his cock vainly fidgeting, craving stimulation. Tim opened his eyes, and saw Anna standing there, smiling, her hand on the faucet. He looked pleadingly at her, and then shuddered as his cock oozed semen on to his body. He went limp on the floor after a couple of squirts. Anna put her foot on his cock, and pressed it against his body, rubbing it gently. He shuddered a couple of more times, and oozed out a little more semen. She continued to rub him for a while, and then stopped, still keeping her foot on his cock. He sighed, and smiled fainty at her.

"Evil witch," he cooed.

"So this is what you do while I'm out," she said, chuckling and rubbing his cock with her foot, "you sissy slut!"

She lifted her foot off of his cock, and squatted down beside him. Tim was on his back, with his legs drawn up to his chest. Anna reached between his legs, and grabbed his balls.

"Is this the problem? Is this bothering you?"

She squeezed his balls tightly, making him squirm.

"Anna, please, no!"

She took one of his testicles between her finger and thumb, and squeezed it tightly, making him gasp. He pleadingly put his hand on her shoulder.

"Anna, please!"

He shut his eyes tightly and groaned as she increased the pressure.

She lingered for a moment, and then let him go. He fell back on the floor in relief, and let out his breath. She grabbed his limp cock, and began to stroke him. 

"One of these days I'm going to cut your balls off and make you a girl," she said, as he grew a little in her hand. "I'll make you grow tits, and then dress you up in some sexy lingerie. I'm gonna bring a new man to bang you every night, and make a ton of money on you, you sissy whore. That's what you want, don't you? They'll make you squirt your watery sissy cum, and fuck your boy pussy till you're sore. I'm gonna watch and get it all on tape. And all you're gonna do is lie back and take it like the slut you are."

Tim grunted, and came all over his belly. She continued to stroke him after he had cum, and as he was too sensitive, he squirmed and trembled under her hand. She started stroking him faster. He groaned and gasped, and shuddered all over. She continued to stroke him till he went limp on the floor, panting, out of breath, his eyes closed. She let him go, and then pressed his cock with her palm against his body. He was lying limp, taking long, deep breaths. He finally opened his eyes and smiled at her. She smiled back at him.

"That was fun, but get up, freak, we're getting late for class."