Swinging Tim

a Story by Varkel

Summer, 2006

Tim, a flaxen-haired, fourteen year old, had a problem.� It was not his physical appearance.� He stood five-feet-five, weighed 120 and possessed a boyish handsomeness plus a sleek and shapely body.� His thick cock was already six inches long � and that was the focus of his problem.

Tim was addicted to masturbation.� Of course so are all boys his age, but with Tim it approached pathology.� He regularly whacked off five and six times a day, sometimes as many as ten, and managed to spew copiously every time.� The bouncing of a car, the slightest touch on his thigh, would snap his cock to attention and a hand into his pocket to console it.� He was a sexually tormented lad.

Observers, ignorant of his affliction, found him admirable.� He was an industrious, hard working kid who mowed lawns, shoveled snow and had a paper route.� He saved his money and was no trouble to his parents.� He even earned satisfactory grades in school.

Despite his good looks, however, he had no luck with girls of the same age, perhaps because of the entertainment industry�s immoderate success in painting squeaky clean lads as uninteresting.� Their indifference left him shy and awkward.� So in desperation he tried to find relief, of whatever sort, with younger girls.

He scared off an eleven year old, who was cute with beginning tits, by being too aggressive.

�You�re not supposed to touch me there!� she cried, storming away.

So he was reduced to fondling the soft thighs of a neighboring eight year old, who was confused but willing to play with him.� But he gave up on her, convinced he was doing something very wrong.

He didn�t really know what he wanted beyond a vague yearning to inject his plentiful semen into someone else.� He had heard of gay sex between boys and allowed himself to consider it.� The notion did not repel him, but he could not imagine how to approach a possible candidate without making a fool of himself.

* * *

At that sensitive time in Tim�s development Mr. Anderson, a bachelor in his early thirties, moved into the neighborhood and subscribed to Tim�s paper.

Frank Anderson was addicted to boy flesh and not subtle in pursuit of it.� Recalling his own attitude as a boy, he believed that openly displaying his queer penchant was akin to a spider�s trap.� Those boys not interested would flee but keep their own counsel out of embarrassment.� A few curious lads, however, the type with sensitive cocks, would let themselves become enmeshed in his web.� This analysis had born fruit four times in the past.� The youngest and most precious of his catches had been just twelve years old, a pretty boy who experienced his first wet climax between Anderson�s lips.

�Do you also cut grass?� he asked Tim while signing up for newspaper delivery.

�Sure, Mr. Anderson,� Tim answered, �and I�ll shovel your snow in the winter.�

�Well, it�s early June, so we�ll wait on that.� Do you have a girl friend?�

Tim shook his head, surprised by the question out of the blue.

�You�ll get one soon, Timmy.� You�re powerfully good looking, even to me.�

Tim hated to be called Timmy but more importantly understood Anderson�s hidden meaning.� Though the man was likely a queer, the boy kept his face expressionless, standing on the porch in the hot afternoon clad just in Rebocks and shorts while Anderson ogled his bare chest and legs.

�Do you want me to cut the grass this afternoon?� he asked after a moment.� �It�s gotten really long.�

�Sure, Timmy.� Do you have your own mower?�

�It�s Tim.�

�Sorry, Tim.� I�ll remember.�

�I�ll be back in an hour with my mower, Mr. Anderson.�

* * *

Tim had heard that queers sucked cock, but he had no insight as to what else they wanted.� He had no comprehension that his face, limbs and torso, well-developed, hairless and sleek, might be sexually attractive to anyone, much less a man.� He thought only of his cock, which sprang up at the thought of Mr. Anderson�s suction.� He wondered how the man would try it and felt strong anticipation.

That afternoon he sweated profusely under the hot sun and heavy humidity as he cut Mr. Anderson�s lawn.

�Come inside and cool off,� Anderson called from the porch when Tim had finished.

This was the moment Tim had anticipated.� The man would suck his cock.� He went up to the porch and entered the house, which was delightfully cool inside.

�You really need to take a shower, Tim,� said Anderson.� �You�re positively dripping with sweat.�

Tim looked at him blankly, not knowing what to do or say.� Anderson, the experienced pedophile, smiled internally, understanding the hesitation, the blush and the bulge in the boy�s shorts.

He pointed to a hallway.� �You can use the downstairs shower.�

Tim, intending to remain entirely passive and compliant, went to the bathroom and stripped naked.� The pelting water cooled him as he soaped his cock to erection.� Usually he would have whacked off, but now he hoped for a blow job.

Nevertheless he was surprised when Anderson opened the shower door and stepped naked into the stall, explaining, �I thought you might need help washing your back.�

Tim did not respond.� His eyes lingered on Anderson�s long flaccid cock that grew swiftly to erection.� The man�s soapy hands did not confine themselves to his back.� Anderson was soon on his knees massaging the boy�s hairless, shapely thighs with both hands.

The man remained silent, intent on this ecstatic victory over the beautiful boy.� Tim looked down to see and feel the end of his cock disappear into Anderson�s mouth.� The sensation was incredible!� Avid sucking brought him to climax very quickly and he spewed spurt after rich spurt into the closed mouth.� The tongue ejected his cock and he felt an almost painful if fleeting pinch on the head.

Anderson rose to his feet, swallowed what he could and rinsed his dripping mouth with the shower spray.� He soaped his hands and clasped his own erection.� �You won�t need girls for awhile, Tim.� You can always get relief from me.�

Anderson slipped his large cock through a soapy fist, holding the boy to him with the other arm, kissing the top of his head, until with a grunt he spewed onto Tim�s stomach.

As they dried off, the man suggested, �There�s a lot more we can do.�

But, Tim, momentarily sated, was eager to get away.� �I have to leave now, Mr. Anderson.�� He dressed quickly and was out of the house before Anderson could get well started on his counterargument.

* * *

Anderson�s relatively massive cock had scared Tim enough to restrict him to his fist.� The boy didn�t return for another blow job until three days later.

�Good to see you, Tim,� said the man with a welcoming grin as he opened the door.� �Is it time to collect?�

The boy stood on the porch, shifting from one foot to the other.� Blushing, he asked at last, �Will you blow me again?�

The man laughed and stepped back from the door.� �Of course!� That�s what I do, among other things.�

Tim went on through to the bedroom, threw off his few clothes and fell on the bed to look up at the man expectantly.

�Eager today, I see.�� Anderson was soon equally naked.� �Still no girlfriend, eh?�

�No,� the boy admitted.� His cock stood up straight in his groin.

�I said you won�t need one this summer and I meant it.� But today will be a little different.�

�How?�

�For one thing, this is your second blowjob, right?�

When the boy nodded, the man continued, �Before your second I�m going to lick you all over.� What do you think of that?�

Tim rose on an elbow.� �Want me to take a shower?�

Anderson merely chuckled.� He sagged on the bed and pulled the boy�s face to his for a long wet kiss.� Afterwards he slobbered over much of the pretty flesh before at last taking the cock into his mouth.� Tim lasted about five strokes.� Again the man�s thumb and forefinger pinched the knob when it emerged from his mouth.

�You�re a natural, Tim,� Anderson said, backing away and licking his lips when he finished.� �I could teach you a lot.�

�I have to leave now, Mr. Anderson,� Tim said, sitting up suddenly.

�But I haven�t come yet,� the man protested.� �Stay long enough for that.�

Tim knew that something was up.� �What do you want?�

Anderson stared solemnly.� �I want to rub on you.�

�Like how?�

�Lie on your stomach.� I want to run my cock up and down the crack of your ass cheeks.�

Completely ignorant of anal intercourse, having few male friends and no computer, Tim rolled over and spread his lovely legs.� Anderson took a moment to slime his cock with lube then lowered his body to the boy�s.� He did run his cock between Tim�s ass cheeks, but then pushed forward through the boy�s sphincter.� Tim screamed.

�Settle down,� the man said, penetrating fully until he pressed against the soft surrounding flesh.

Tim silently endured the fucking.� It didn�t feel so bad, he thought, not after the first surprise.� Then Anderson grunted several times, pushing himself in to the limit before withdrawing.

Tim looked around at the dripping cock, thought where it had been and shuddered delicately.

�What did you think of that?� Anderson asked.

�It felt good coming out.�

�Only out?�

�And I never want to do it again.�

�Are we still friends?� Anderson asked, as he watched Tim dress, admiring the boy�s gorgeous, hairless, almost mature body.

Tim did not answer.� He left the house and rode away on his bike.� His asshole tingled.� He firmly decided not to visit Mr. Anderson again.

But he was back three days later, wanting his third blow job.� This time he only lowered his shorts before sitting on the bed.

Anderson grinned in understanding.� �Your third blowjob.� But we have to keep improving, you know.�

�How?�

�First you either take a butt fuck or you suck me off.�

Tim would have left immediately if his own cock had not seemed harder than Anderson�s.� He shook his head.� �No more up the ass.�

Feet apart, the man stood directly before him, cock rampant.� �That leaves you this.�

Curiosity triumphed over dread.� Tim fitted his lips around the massive knob and let it slide over his tongue.

�That�s it,� said Anderson in a gratified tone.� �Now suck and lick at the same time.� It�s easy.�

That it was, Tim found, however unfamiliar the exercise.� Before long he choked on a horrible flood of semen.

Abandoning the chance of his own blow job, Tim jerked up his shorts and rushed outside, coughing and spitting, resolved never to return.� Of course he was back the next day.� Again he had to empty the man�s balls first, but this time he swallowed as necessary and in turn pushed his own throbbing cock into the man�s mouth.� He found himself anticipating the final pinch.�

* * *

�You�ve grown tall since last summer,� Mrs. Engelhardt said when Tim came to collect for the newspaper.� Although a true statement, that was not what the woman meant.� After all, she had seen the boy weekly over the past year.

Ellen Engelhardt, a thirty year old divorcee, was horny.� Tim�s well-developed legs and chest, still hairless, aroused her enormously.� She contemplated doing something highly illicit with the handsome young boy, who was tall as she and weighed about the same.

�It�s so hot today, Tim,� she said with a beguiling smile, palming his smooth cheek.� �Would you like to come in for some cool lemonade?�

Tim�s cock twitched and he immediately knew that something was up.� He had grown savvier after his encounters with Anderson.� All he had to do was go along passively with whatever she asked.� He would do or say nothing that might make him appear foolish in case he was mistaken about her intent.

�Yes, thank you Mrs. Engelhardt.� I could really use a drink.�

He followed her into the kitchen, where she took a pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator, poured a glass and handed it to him.

�You look uncomfortable, Tim.� Your skin is so sweaty.� Let me cool you off.�

The woman soaked a small towel under the sink faucet and proceeded to wipe his face, neck, chest, arms and back.� She knelt to towel his thighs and calves, which sported just fuzzy, blond hair.� She took her time, and Tim received her attention passively.

Almost.� He had whacked off only twice that morning, so an erection tented his shorts, which the woman noticed.� She palmed his right inner thigh before standing, a bit breathless from growing excitement.

�Do you tell about things, Tim?� Can you keep a secret?�

�Yes, ma�am.� I�ve never told a secret, ever.�

�Well,� she said, �Mr. Engelhardt left me last year, as you probably know, and I�m lonely.� I miss being held by a man.� Would you sit with me on the couch and put your arms around me for a little while?� I�d appreciate it so much.�

Tim suspected that the pretty woman wanted to have sex with him, but he could not be certain. �Maybe she just wanted to cuddle, as she said.

�My mom sometimes likes me to hold her,� he lied, �even though I have a dad.� I�ll do it for you.� I don�t have to be home anytime soon.�

Ellen felt a rush of excitement as they went into the living room, but she knew she�d have to be careful in seducing this gorgeous almost-man who seemed so na�f.

They sat together on the couch in a chaste embrace for some minutes.� Then Ellen began to toy with his left nipple.

�Does that tickle?� she asked, softly.� �Do you want me to stop?�

�It�s okay.�

She continued to finger the nipple then suddenly kissed his smooth cheek.

�I miss kissing,� she said.� �Have you ever kissed a girl?�

�No, ma�am,� he whispered.

When she kissed his lips, Tim knew almost for certain that she wanted to have sex with him, but he resisted touching a breast, because he might still be mistaken.

Ellen pulled her head back to look at him.

�Do you think I�m being awful?� she asked.� �Am I too old for you to be kissing like this?�

�You�re very pretty, ma�am.�

�Call me Ellen.� I think we�ll become great friends, but in secret, of course.�

�Of course, Ellen.�

When they kissed again, she ran her hand across his bare chest, feeling the developing abs.� He dared to return the kiss passionately and even met her tongue with his own, although that was something entirely novel to him.� In fact he had never kissed anyone before.� Anderson emphatically didn�t count!

�This is getting serious, Tim,� she whispered against his lips.� �Do you understand what�s next?� Are you even a little bit upset?�

�I like this, Ellen, although I�m nervous.�

�Do you want to leave?�

�No.�

�Do you want to touch me?�

�Where?�

�Anywhere, Tim.�

He palmed a modest, soft breast.� She wore no bra beneath her blouse.� Tim was ecstatic, touching a tit for the first time in his life.� But he couldn�t become more excited than he already was, because his cock had been rigid since they sat down on the couch.

She smiled into his face, sighed and deliberately placed her hand in his groin to squeeze the substantial cock.

�Have I gone too far?� she asked, overjoyed that the boy was so richly endowed.

�I�ve never done anything like this before, Ellen.� I like it.�

�How long can you stay?� she asked.

�Until five-thirty.�

Her wristwatch indicated two o�clock. ��Do you want me to teach you about sex, Tim?�� Her lips fanned his ear.

�Yes!� he declared, all caution now thrown away.

He unbuttoned her blouse as they kissed passionately.� He felt a firm bare tit.� Ellen had never given birth.� Of course he had no knowledge of the variation in tits, knowing only that this one�s resilience thrilled him.� He leaned down to suckle the nipple as she moaned and fondled his flaxen head.� They understood their common objective perfectly.

In the bedroom Ellen pulled off his shorts and underpants � and gasped.� The boy possessed an adult cock, although she knew he was only half-way through his fourteenth year.� It would grow even larger over the next couple of years.� She pressed her face to it as he sat on the edge of the bed. �His pubic bush, not yet fully developed, was almost the only hair on the glorious body already more that of a man than a boy.� She almost swooned in excitement.

With a gentle hand she pushed him back to lie on the bed with legs dangling over the side and played with his lovely cock for a moment before taking it into her mouth.� As she expected, he came quickly, flooding her throat with an unexpected quantity of semen.� She had never swallowed before, but she did this time.� His body stiffened but he made no sound.

�Feel better?� she asked, standing and grinning down at him, licking her lips.

�That was awesome, Ellen.�

�Just a moment, Tim.� I need to brush my teeth.� You don�t want to taste yourself.�

Tim straightened himself on the bed.� He had tasted himself numerous times.� Even knowing how disgusted he would feel afterwards, he had flung his legs behind his head and squirted into his mouth on more than one occasion.� But there was no reason to tell Ellen of that � or of his experience with Anderson.

Ellen returned to the room naked.

�What do you think?� she asked, posing for him.

Tim gaped at her.� She was fit and slender.� The hairy groin concealed secrets that he wanted to discover.� Her tits thrust out without sagging.

�You�re gorgeous!� he exclaimed.

His cock agreed.� It regained its stiffness.

Tim fucked for the first time, a lasting performance while the woman beneath him went out of control, grimacing, crying out and scratching his shoulders.� The slick tightness on his cock was absolute magic, immeasurably better than whacking off and blow jobs.� He came at last, mouth slobbering with hers, shortly after her fourth or fifth climax.

�Oh, god!� she exclaimed later.� �What am I going to do with you?� You�re only fourteen, just a baby!� But I can�t get enough of you.�

�I�m not a baby!� he protested after releasing his mouth from a tit.� �Can we do it again.�

�Oh god, yes!�

They fucked twice more that afternoon.

During the ensuing weeks Ellen taught Tim everything he would need to know about having sex with a female.� Though she did not intend it, that included several tips on seducing girls.

* * *

�Are you really here to collect?� Anderson asked.� �Don�t you want to come in?�

�I have a girl now, Mr. Anderson,� Tim answered.� �Besides, I�m not queer.�

A boy stood somewhat behind the man.� Tim recognized him: Terry Abramovic, a thirteen year old who lived up the street.

�I won�t ask you to do anything you don�t like,� the man said.� �I�d like you to join me and my new friend.� We could play fun games together.�

�I already get blow jobs from my girl friend, Mr. Anderson, and much more than that.�

�It�s your choice, Tim, although I think we guys should stick together.� You can never trust females.�

Tim declined again and left the porch after pocketing the money.� He wondered about Terry, who was a rather slight boy whom he could not imagine accommodating Mr. Anderson�s large cock.

* * *

The next day Tim stopped at Terry�s house.� He knew the boy, although not very well, because he was a year younger and a grade below him.

�I saw you there,� Tim said.� �I know what he is.�

�How do you know?� Terry asked petulantly.� �Did you get there first?�

�Before you anyway.� He�s a monster, Terry.� You shouldn�t visit him.�

�What did he do to you?� Terry demanded.

�If you�ve been with him, you already know.�

�Did it hurt, Tim?� Did it really hurt?�

�At first.� It was awful.�

�That�s the way it was with me, but I got used to it.� Did he suck you?� That was the best part.�

�Yeah.� But I have a girl now.� I don�t need a queer.�

�Really?� You go all the way?�

�Of course, I wouldn�t tell you otherwise.� She sucks me and I fuck her.� It�s natural, not like going with a queer.�

�But you did it!� You went with Anderson.�

�Sure I did.� At first, when he sucked me, it was better than whacking off, but then he poked me in the ass.�

�Did you suck him, Tim?�

�Did you?�

�Yeah.� I almost puked.�

�Me too.� It�s better with a girl.�

�What about doing it, you know, with a guy almost your own age?�

Tim studied at the boy, guessing that he was naturally queer.� Why else would he ask that?

�Do you really like sucking cock?� he asked.

Terry nodded, looking away in embarrassment.� �He gagged me, Tim.� But I think I can learn to avoid that.�

�What about the butt fucking?� Did you enjoy that too?�

�I suppose,� the younger boy answered in a subdued voice.

Tim was not consciously queer, but he had only whacked off three times that day and Ellen was out of town � which was why he had thought of Terry.� He touched the boy�s shoulder lightly.� �Want to try it?�

�Really?� Terry responded, mouth agape.

�Yeah.� At my house.� My folks won�t be home until five thirty.�

* * *

Terry was affectionate as a girl.� He sought out Tim�s lips with his own, kissing desperately.� Then, naked on the bed, he sucked the older boy to climax.

�What now?� Terry asked after returning from the bathroom where he had rinsed his mouth.

Tim gazed at his friend�s four inch erection.� The slender pole looked almost childish, but he knew that it was capable of squirting and delivering great pleasure to its owner.

�I suppose I should get you off.� It�s only fair.�

�I�d like that, Tim, but you don�t have to.� I know you aren�t queer.�

�I ain�t, but I�ll do it anyway.� You�re not a big hairy guy like Anderson.�

Indeed, Terry scarcely had pubic hair, and his body, although not skinny, was delicate.

But Tim had no curiosity left about sucking cock, even Terry�s little one.� He rose from the bed and soon returned from the bathroom with a jar of Vaseline.

�I�m going to give you a dick massage,� he said, grinning as he crowded against his younger friend.

They kissed while a slippery fist worked in Terry�s groin.� Tim paused several times whenever the other was near to coming but finally allowed the relief.� Terry bucked and squirted modestly, sliming Tim�s hand and wrist.� For the next hour they played, rough housed, and ran around naked.

�I feel like coming again,� Tim announced.� �Do you mind?�

�Really?� How often do you do it, Tim?�

�Every day?� At least five or six times, but my record is fifteen times in twenty four hours.�

�Wow!� I only whack off once a day, sometimes twice.�

They returned to bed.� Terry appeared unconcerned as he watched Tim slick his cock with Vaseline.� Indeed, he rolled unbidden onto his stomach and spread his legs.� Tim climbed atop him and gently pushed into Terry�s rectum.� The young boy was the right size for their facial cheeks to press each other while Tim fucked him slowly.

�Do you really like this, Terry?�

�Yeah.� It�s not a pleasure, though.� I can�t explain it.�

Tim felt around the hip beneath him.� �Your cock�s not even hard.�

�I said I can�t explain it.�

�But you like it?�

�Okay.� Sometimes taking a shit feels good too.�

Tim continued his languid fucking, doing it to a guy for the first time.� It was different from screwing Ellen, a lot different, he thought, but to his surprise he enjoyed it almost as much.

* * *

�I love having sex with you, Tim,� Ellen said, �but I need to make a living.� I can�t take time off from my work every afternoon, even though I work from my house.�

She rose off this cock whose stamina never failed to amaze her.� Semen immediately oozed onto her upper thigh, the remainder of Tim�s two climaxes in twenty minutes of continuous fucking.� She rushed to the bathroom with a palm stanching the flow.

�I have to work too,� he called from the bed.

She poked her head from the bathroom doorway as she rubbed a towel at her groin.

�Then I suggest we make up a schedule.�

�A schedule!� I don�t get enough as it is, Ellen.� I still have to whack off once or twice a day.�

�You�re amazing, Tim!� Maybe you should see a doctor.� You might be suffering from some kind of chemical imbalance.� Between me and your friend, Terry, you should have sufficient sexual outlets.� But no!� You complain about needing to masturbate as well!�

�Terry�s at summer camp,� Tim complained.� �He�ll be gone for another week.�

�Poor baby!�� Ellen said with a smile, climbing back onto the bed.� �How thoughtless for him to go away right after you started a proper gay relationship.�

�Uh, Ellen � how did you know about me and Terry?�

Her eyes searched his.� She didn�t answer immediately.� At last she shrugged and said, �It was obvious to someone who�s learned your habits as well as I have.�

�Obvious?�

�Yes.� He�s been going in your house about every day.� Did you know he forgets to zip up his fly?�

�No shit!�

She laughed.� �Did you at least have time enough to play queer yourself?�

�I, uh ��� He took a breath.� �Yeah, the day before he left.�

�How was it?� He still has one appropriate to a little boy, doesn�t he?�

�How do you know that?� Don�t tell me it was hanging out!�

�No, but he�s only twelve or thirteen.�

�Thirteen.�

�Did you mind his taste?�

�It�s not bad.� I�m getting used to it.� He doesn�t come much.� He only started whacking off three months ago, just after he turned thirteen.�

�I admit I�m intrigued, Tim.� You two together must be a sight to see.�

�Do you want to see us?�

�Truthfully?� I�d love to fuck you both.�� She sighed.� �But don�t bring him around here.� I�m already running a big risk just with you.�

She began to play with his cock.� �One last time for today, Tim.� You can do me in the behind.� Have you let Terry bugger you yet?�

�Yeah, but his cock is so skinny I almost can�t feel it.�

�You�ve felt a larger one by which to compare?�

�Just once, but it wasn�t my idea.�

�I won�t pry about that, darling,� she said, reaching to a side table for a tube of cream.� �Lick on me first and get me excited, before you poke me.� After we�ve finished, I�ll tell you a good surprise.�

* * *

�I didn�t want to tell you about Kathy at first, Tim, but you�d find out anyway when she arrives.� I was afraid you�d hit on her, and I thought she was fragile, a shy virgin.�

�She�s not?�

�Her mom, my sister, clued me in last night on the phone.� The reason Kathy will spend the summer with me is because she got into trouble with a boy.�

�Knocked up?�

�Exactly.� Then she had an abortion.�

�How old is she?�

�Your age, fourteen.� It seems that she can�t or won�t stay away from that boy.� He�s older, seventeen, and my sister very much disapproves of him, even though Kathy is now on the pill.�

�How does sending her here for the summer change things?�

�Because the boy will be moving away with his family, to California.� He won�t be around during the next school year.�

�What does she look like?�

�I haven�t seen her in three years, Tim.� She was rather cute then.�

* * *

Tim busied himself with his summer work, mowing lawns and delivering newspapers.� Collecting for the paper and cutting Anderson�s lawn was always dicey, because the man didn�t give up.

�You�ve stolen pretty Terry away from me,� Anderson complained.� �You�re heartless, boy.�

�You�ll find another sucker, Mr. Anderson.�

�Sucker!� You have a sense of humor, Tim.�

He touched Tim�s sweaty shoulder.� �I�ll give you a blow job, a freebie.� I�ll keep my clothes on.� What do you say?�

Terry was still at camp and the agreed schedule with Ellen did not include that day.� He had already whacked off twice that morning.� Tim was very tempted and Anderson could discern it in the boy�s body language.

�It�ll be a quickie,� the man said.� �We could do it on the porch.� No one will see us.�

Tim relented and followed Anderson onto the porch partially screened by nearby trees and bushes.� In a secluded corner the man knelt and pulled down Tim�s shorts and underpants.

�You have a magnificent cock for a fourteen year old, Tim,� he said in admiration.� �I�ll pay you for sex.� You won�t have to work.�

�I enjoy work, Mr. Anderson, and I don�t sell myself.�

�Yes, of course.� You�re an upstanding young man.�

He sucked the young cock hard and looked up.� �I really enjoy sucking a soft pole to full size.�

Tim was curious.� �What do you think of when it squirts?�

�You know I love it, Tim.� That�s the payoff.�

�How can that feel good?�

Anderson was more introspective than Terry.� �Because I get the best part of you or any man.� A woman once told me that.� She loved to suck even more than I do.�

�The best part!� Tim repeated drily.� But he submitted eagerly to the enveloping mouth.� Anderson tongued, bobbed and sucked avidly as ever.� In support of his claim, he took in all the boy�s plentiful seed before swallowing and applying his trademark final pinch.

�God, you do come a lot!�

�Thanks for the blow job, Mr. Anderson.� I�ll finish the lawn now.�

�Can I take pictures of you, Tim?� You have a remarkable body, almost grown, but hairless.�

�I won�t pose for you, Mr. Anderson.�

�In a hurry, are you?� Too bad you can�t mow the lawn nude.�

Tim sniffed but smiled a little.

�Does that idea intrigue you?� It would make some fantastic pictures.�

The boy chuckled.� �It would flop.�

�What would flop?� Oho, I see you�ve tried running with a hard-on.�

�Terry spent the night once and we sneaked out in the backyard.�

�God, I�d love to do that.�� He sighed.� �But the streetlight shines too brightly into mine.�

�Even so it would be too dark for photos.�

�True.� Are you getting into the swing of this a little, Tim?�

�Swing of what?�

�Gayness.�

�Maybe a little.�

�We ought to get Terry too.� Ever dream of doing it with two other guys at the same time?�

�No!�� Tim lost his smile and zipped his shorts.

Anderson sighed.� �Okay.� How about I take candids while you mow the lawn?�

�I�m keeping my pants on.�

�Well, of course.�

Tim shrugged, stepping off the porch.� �Then I don�t care.�

Sexually relieved for the moment, Tim went about his work.� On the porch Anderson used a digital camera with a zoom lens to snap pictures of the boy�s face, chest and legs but soon put aside the camera to whack off, gazing at the amazing lad.

* * *

Although the same age, Kathy stood half a head shorter than Tim.� Her cute face appeared more twelve than fourteen, and she had little in the way of tits.� Ellen had introduced them to each other minutes before.

She seemed to be a shy, virginal girl, although Tim knew otherwise.

�You�re very blond,� she said, studying him.� He was clad as usual in his hot weather costume: Rebocks and shorts.

Her lustrous brown hair, cut short almost like a boy�s, contrasted strongly with her pale oval face.

�Don�t you like the sun?� he asked.

�I burn easily.�

She was too small and too nearly skinny to excite Tim.

�Why are you here in Aunt Ellen�s house?� she asked suddenly.� �You�re only the paper boy.�

�Ellen and I are good friends.�

�Like how?� You�re fourteen and she�s thirty.�

Tim found no response that would not compromise himself and Ellen.� Fortunately the woman came into the room.

�Here�s the newspaper payment for this week,� she announced, handing him some money and accompanying him to the door.

�Don�t come back for a couple of days,� she whispered.� �I must have a serious talk with Kathy.�

Although Tim had already collected from Anderson that day and turned down his supplication, he went immediately to the man�s house.

At the door Anderson grinned knowingly.� �Ellen turned you down, did she, and Terry�s still at camp?�

�You like to blow me.�

�Yes, I do.�

�You even said you�d pay me.�

�Do you need money, Tim?�

�I need a blowjob.�

�What�s the matter with Ellen?�

Tim gritted his teeth.� �What do you know about El� Mrs. Engelhardt?�

Anderson laughed shortly.� �You�ve been visiting her just about every afternoon � when you�re not taking Terry home.� Somehow I doubt she�s hired you to type up her invoices.�

�Her what?�

�She gives you what you need, doesn�t she, just like Terry and me.� Well, I hope you at least give her something back.�

Tim took a deep breath.� �All right, Mr. Anderson.� I�ll blow you too.�

�What a gracious invitation!� Come in, Tim, come in.� Today you�ll learn something.�

�I already know how your stuff tastes,� said Tim as he passed through the open door.

�Worse than Terry�s?�

Tim shrugged.� �I thought so, but �� I guess really it�s just the quantity.�

Anderson laughed at the guileless boy who had apparently never thought to force a cock out of his mouth when it began to spill.

Tim ignored the laughter.� �But I guess I can take it.�

�I called you a natural, Tim.� Hell, you�re more than that.� You�re a gay dream.� A twink should always hate it a little.�

�A twink?�

�A guy like Terry.�

�He doesn�t hate it at all.�

�That�s his only defect.� I didn�t mean you�d taste my jizz again, though you will.� What I meant was I�d show you how much better guys can do a 69 with just themselves.�

�I�ve heard of a 69.�

�With Mrs. Englehardt, no doubt.�

A few minutes later Tim withdrew his head from between Anderson�s knees and asked, �What�s so great about this?� If it starts feeling good I forget to suck and so do you!�

The man withdrew with a slurp.� �Right!� That�s what�s good about it.� Keeps you going.�

�Huh!� I don�t need any interruption for that.�

* * *

Tim found himself obliged to be faithful to Anderson.� Though eschewing 69s, he exchanged eight blowjobs with the man over the next two days � in addition to twelve private whack-offs.� Then Terry returned.

* * *

The boys stood together in Tim�s shower washing their shitty cocks.� They wanted to be perfectly clean for the follow-on blowjobs.

�I really got into trouble towards the end of camp,� Terry said conversationally.

�Like how?�

�I asked this twelve year old boy to let me suck his cock.� He laughed at me then told the other guys.� It was so embarrassing!�

� �What you did was stupid, Terry.� You should never go out on a limb.� Should�ve made him blow you first.�

�I never thought of that.� He probably wouldn�t have, though.� I missed being with you, Tim.�

�Well, we�re not going to do queer stuff forever, Terry.� I�m just having a fling, and I might give up on it all of a sudden.�

�Don�t say that!�

�You need to try out a girl.� Maybe you�ll come to prefer them.�

�I doubt it, Tim.� Besides, how could I get a girl?�

�I might be able to help.� Ellen has a girl staying with her for the next few weeks.� She�s fourteen and not bad looking, although she�s scrawny like you.�

�Really?� What do you have in mind?�

�The three of us could hang out together.� Who knows what�ll happen?�

* * *

�We can�t Tim!� Kathy�s upstairs.�

�Christ, Ellen!� This is worse than your schedule.� You mean we won�t have fun until she leaves?� That�s weeks away!�

�It�s better than you think, darling.� I�ve come to know her very well, if you know what I mean.�

�You do lesbo stuff with her?�

�That�s an indelicate way of putting it, but yes.� She not the shy, retiring girl she appears to be.� She�s asked about you, and I don�t think you�ll have any trouble getting her into bed.� But there�s a proper side to her, Tim.� Remember what I taught you?� Girls who have already decided to give in to a guy still want to be seduced.�

�I hear the shower running, Ellen.� Won�t we have time enough for a quickie?�

�Your single fault, darling, is a lack of self-restraint regarding sex.� Okay.� I give in.� Push down your shorts and I�ll suck on you.�

Ellen avidly savored Tim�s cock, a member she considered large and beautifully proportioned for a boy his age.� She loved the taste of him.� When he grunted and spewed a seeming mouthful, she swallowed without hesitation.

Tim pulled up his clothes as Ellen rinsed her mouth at the sink.

�Do you think we�ll be doing it three-way with her?� he asked.

�I believe so, darling, but we mustn�t rush matters.�

Minutes later Kathy entered the kitchen where Ellen and Tim sat at the table drinking sodas.� The girl was clad in shorts and a tank top that left her stomach bare.� She probably didn�t weigh 90 pounds, but in Tim�s estimation her pale limbs, especially her thighs, were enticing.

�Do you want me to show you around the neighborhood?� he asked her.

* * *

�What�s to see?� Kathy asked as they walked down the street.� �There�re just houses and a small shopping center.�

�Three blocks over on the other side of the highway there�s a field that seems to go on forever.� I don�t think I�ve explored even half of it.�

�Just a field?�

�It�s more than that.� There must be over a thousand acres with clumps of trees and bushes.� A stream runs through it.� The neighborhood kids swim there.�

�What else do they do?� she asking, smirking at him.

�You can imagine,� he replied, grinning.� �It�s a very private place for the most part.�

They walked the three blocks to the highway and crossed it after traffic cleared.

�Don�t you ever go out in the sun,� he asked as they trod through high weeds, Queen Anne�s lace slapping their bare thighs.

�I try to avoid it.� It�s obvious you don�t.� I�m glad it�s cloudy today.� Do you think I�m too pale?�

�No, it suits you.� It makes you look very soft.�

�Soft!� I�m skinny.�

�You�ve got enough flesh, Kathy.� I don�t see any bones.�

They continued on to a clump of willow trees.

�Do you bring girls here?� she asked.

�You�re the first.�

�What about Aunt Ellen?� Have you brought a woman here?�

�She owns her own house.�

�So it�s true!�

�What�s true?�

�You and Aunt Ellen!� Why else would you hang around her?� You�re more than her paper boy.�

�We�re friends.�

�Friends!� You�re fourteen and she�s thirty.�

�You�ve mentioned that once before.� Does it upset you?�

Kathy smiled.� �Not at all, Tim.� It�s just unusual.�

They proceeded on to the stream, Tim guiding her to a wider point.� Willow trees lined both banks.

�This is where we swim,� he said.� �Want to wade?�

After removing their shoes they stepped into the cool water and were soon splashing each other.� Their clothes became thoroughly drenched.� Kathy�s halter clung to her small breasts.� Tim could see the shape of bulbous, swollen nipples.

�Since we�re already wet, let�s swim,� he said and dove beneath the surface.

They played in the water for over half an hour before climbing out to rest on a swath of grass beneath a willow tree.

�What about Aunt Ellen?� Kathy asked out of the blue.� �What do you do together?�

�I never tell secrets,� he said with a grin.

�Is that what you promised her?�

�Yeah.� Do you keep secrets?�

�I�m not very good at that.�

�Then tell me some of yours.�

�Aunt Ellen has probably told you already.�

�She mentioned that you�re interested in me.�

�And what about you?� Are you interested in me?�

�For sure!� You�re very pretty.�

�Am not!�

�Will you accept cute?�

Kathy laughed then placed a palm on his chest.

�You�re the pretty one,� she said.

�I�d rather be handsome.�

�You�re that too.�

�And I think you�re pretty.�

Their faces inched towards each other�s then they kissed.� Kathy did not resist him in the least.� She had made up her mind the first time she met him.� They were soon naked, and Tim feasted on both of her bulbous nipples.

�Do guys do that?� she exclaimed when his mouth reached her pussy.

He ate her out the way Ellen had taught him, causing her to squirm, groan and finally explode.� Then he crawled atop her and they fucked joyously.

* * *

�You�ve never had a guy lick on you before?� Tim asked when they had calmed down.

�I�ve never had oral sex with a guy.�

�Are you curious?�

�I like one part of it.�

�And the other?�

�I�ll have to think about that.� You�re only my second boy, Tim.� The first one was not very imaginative, if you know what I mean.�

�I have a lot of imagination, Kathy, maybe more than you want.�

�Test me,� she said.� �I�m ready for anything.�

�You don�t know what �anything� involves.�

�Maybe not, but I don�t have any hang-ups.�

�How about this for starters?� I know a guy who�s over a year younger than us.� He�s never had a girl, and he thinks he�s queer.�

�A friend of yours?�

�Yeah.�

�You�ve done queer stuff with him?�

�We�re close buddies.�

�Is he cute?�

�I think so.�

�I bet you do!�

�What about it?� Do you want to take a guy�s cherry?�

�Guy�s don�t have cherries, Tim, and if your friend had one, you�ve already taken it.�

Tim did not bother to explain that Anderson had taken both his and Terry�s.

�Are you stalling?� he asked.

�I guess I�m willing, but right now I�m more interested in us.�� To his surprise she leaned down and took the flaccid cock into her mouth for a brief suck.

�It tastes strange,� she said, smacking her lips.

�It�s got both our flavors.� Suck it some more.�

They tried a sixty nine configuration on their sides but soon gave it up and coupled normally while fucking each other to ecstasy.

* * *

They went to Tim�s house after leaving the field.� In his room they stripped naked and reclined on the bed for a languid inspection of each other�s body with hands and mouth.� She played with his balls that dangled beneath four inches of flaccid cock.

�I know how your parts work,� she said.� �I just need to stimulate your cock and then you�ll squirt.�

�Would you like to stimulate me now?�

�Again?� she exclaimed incredulously.� �We did it twice just an hour ago.� That�s as much as my ex-boy friend could do in a night.�

�You spent a night with him?� What did your mom say?�

�She thought I was on a sleep-over with some girl friends.�

�I can come a lot, Kathy, and I�ll prove it to you.� Ellen said I might have some kind of chemical imbalance.� I don�t care if I do.� I love it, and I�m not going to the doctors.�

�So you admit having sex with my aunt!�

�I promised never to tell, Kathy, but you�ll find out if the three of us go to bed together.�

�The three of us!�

�Why not?� I heard that you weren�t shy at being naked with her.�

�She told you!�

�Did you swear her to secrecy?�

�I guess not.� What do you think of it?�

�Lesbo stuff?�

�Yeah.� Does it turn you off?�

�Why should it?� It seems kind of natural for one pretty woman to have sex with another one.� What I don�t understand is why guys do it.�

�You said you have sex with your friend.�

�That�s different.� You�ll see.� He has less hair on his body than you.� What I can�t figure out is what grown up guys see in each other.�

�What do queer guys do together, Tim?� Is it just kissing and sucking?�

�Also butt fucking.�

�You�re not serious!� That�s absolutely disgusting!�

�Ellen doesn�t think so.�

�Aunt Ellen!� You�ve put your cock in her behind?�

�Ask her about it when you get home.� You don�t know much about sex.�

�I�m only fourteen, and I�ve only had one boy friend, until you, and he was a clueless jerk.�

�You never sucked him?�

�I�ve only sucked you, Tim.�

�But not all the way.�

�What do you mean?�

�Just what I said.� You didn�t make me come.�

�Does Aunt Ellen suck on you all the way?�

�I come in her mouth.� She likes my taste.�

�Ee-euw!�

�I shouldn�t have said that, Kathy.� I told a secret.�

�Well, she won�t mind, not if the three of us are going to have sex together.�

�Maybe I should call and get her permission to tell you everything.�

�No.� I�ll call.� I don�t want you telling her that we�ve had sex.�

�Use the phone in the kitchen.�

Kathy left, returning ten minutes later.

�Aunt Ellen says that we should come over.� We�ll spend the afternoon in bed.�

* * *

Tim lay naked on Ellen�s bed with feet to the floor.� His cock was erect.

�This is how you do it, Kathy,� Ellen said, kneeling between his legs.

The two females were also nude.� Ellen jacked the cock a couple of times then fit her lips over the knob.� She began to suck avidly while a hand worked the shaft.� Kathy leaned close to observe.

After long moments of sucking, Tim said, �I�m going to come.�

Ellen opened her mouth and extended her tongue beneath the cock.� She jacked on it until it began to spew into her mouth.

�Gross!� Kathy exclaimed.

Ellen allowed semen to flow down the shaft.� �Taste it,� she said to her niece.

Kathy hesitated but finally obeyed, sucking off a goodly quantity from the messy cock.

�Well?� asked the aunt.

The girl sighed and admitted, �It�s not so bad.�� She licked her lips in contemplation.

Ellen declared, �I usually suck Tim off for starters then we screw three or four times afterwards.�

Kathy�s eyes widened.� �He can do that?�

�You�ll find out, pretty one.� You�ll find out this afternoon.�

Indeed the girl did, to her amazement.� Over the next couple of hours Tim fucked them twice each and came each time.� Between the bouts of heterosexual play he watched in fascination as the two females pleased each other.� It was a first study for him.� Later they sat naked at the dining room table having a snack of cold cuts and salad.

Kathy turned to her aunt.� �Did you know that Tim does queer stuff with another boy?�

�Of course I do, pretty one.� His name is Terry, although I�ve never met him.� Why do you ask?�

�Because I�m going to have sex with Terry.� He�s a virgin with girls.�

�People!� Tim protested.� �I�m here.�

�Of course you are, darling.� Are you going to make a sandwich with Kathy?�

�A sandwich?� the girl asked in bewilderment.

Ellen turned to her niece.� �One on top, the other on the bottom and you in the middle.�

�Both in the same pussy?�

Ellen blinked.� �I guess that�s possible.�

�You mean in the behind?� the girl cried.� �That�s disgusting!�

�Not at all, sweetest.�� She turned to Tim.� �Are you up to a demonstration?�

�I�m usually up,� he said complacently.

�Splendid!� We�ll do it after lunch.�

Twenty minutes later Ellen was on hands and knees atop the mattress, Tim behind her with a lubed cock.� It was not their normal position for anal intercourse, but they wanted Kathy to have a good view.

Ellen grunted when the cock head popped into her rectum.

�The way Tim does it, the entrance is always a surprise,� Ellen said over her shoulder with a giggle.

�Doesn�t it hurt?� Kathy girl asked, mouth agape at the spectacle of a fat cock half way up her aunt�s behind.

�No, sweetheart.� I really enjoy it.� I usually rub myself to climax while he�s inside me.�

Slack-jawed, Kathy riveted her eyes to the aunt�s busy fingers and Tim�s plunging cock.� Ellen became noisy in a sexual way, eventually crying out in orgasm.� Tim was not far behind, pressing his belly to her butt cheeks and straining hard, spewing into her entrails with the cock fully inserted.

After calming down Ellen embraced her niece and said against the girl�s lips, �Imagine having another penis filling your vagina at the same time.�

Kathy shivered.

* * *

�She�ll be over in a little while,� Tim said to Terry the next day shortly before noon.

The older boy had already fucked the younger, filling his rectum, but Tim did not permit his friend to come off because he wanted Terry�s seed stored up for Kathy.

�I�m nervous, Tim.�

�Just relax while I go wash my shitty cock.� She�s ready for this.� You�re in for a lot of fun.�

Tim emerged from the bathroom to find Kathy staring at naked Terry, whose hands were crossed over his genitals.

�You just arrived?� Tim asked.

�Not a moment ago,� she replied.� �The door was open.� Is this Terry?� He seems bashful.�

�Yeah, that�s Terry.� Get naked.� He�ll love your tits.� He�ll use both hands to feel them, then you can check out what little he has to offer.�

�I�m only thirteen!� Terry protested.� �I�ll grow!�

Both boys watched as the girl took off her clothes.� Terry indeed sought to feel the exposed tits with their swollen knobs, but Kathy backed away.

She asked, �Are we going to do nasty stuff like you did with Aunt Ellen yesterday?�

�If you want,� said Tim.

�Aunt Ellen talked to me last night in bed.� She said I should try everything, but I�m not so sure about that.�

�It�s up to you, Kathy.� Don�t think I�m forcing you to do anything.�

Terry gaped at the naked girl, the first he had ever seen.� His small cock jutted out from an almost hairless groin.

�What do you want me to do, Tim?� the girl asked, stepping close to Terry, who retreated, but with arms extended toward her tits.

�Let Terry play with you.�

�It would be better on the bed.�

Tim nodded.� �Show him what a girl is good for.�

Kathy took Terry�s arm and led him onto the bed.� With an inviting smile, she said, �What do you want to do to me?�

Terry was still focused on her tits.� He touched them both tentatively and when she failed to protest, bent to suckle first one then the other.� His eye considered the hairy bush at her groin, a total mystery to him.

�Get on top, Terry,� Tim said, pushing on the boy.� �Learn how to fuck.�

�I�m dry!� Kathy protested.

�I�ll fix that.�� Tim went down on her, licking her to juicy excitement.

�Now do it!� Tim commanded his younger friend, shoving him between Kathy outspread legs.

Terry squealed in climax after less than a minute, requiring Tim to replace him and bring the girl to noisy satisfaction.� Tim didn�t come, saving himself for further action.

�How�d you like that, Terry?� he asked after withdrawing from Kathy�s cunt.� �Doesn�t it really beat butt fucking?�

�I suppose,� the boy said slowly.� �But I like her tits best of all.�

Still panting, Kathy asked, �What�s so good about boobs?� I hardly have any yet.�

�I like sucking your nipples.�

�Better than a cock?� asked Tim with raised eyebrows.

�Different than a cock. �And she�s got two.�

�Okay, you�re practically a baby.� What about you, Kathy?� Which is better to suck: tits or cock?�

Her finger parted her pubic hair.� �This is the right place for cocks.�

�We�re comparing tits and cocks.� You can�t put a tit in there.�

�Well ��� She grinned.� �I know what you�ll think if I say I like to suck on boobs.�

�You like them better?�

�They don�t smell like piss.�

�Okay, that�s a point.� But what about how it feels in your mouth?�

She nodded.� �A cock fits better.�

�So?�

She giggled.� �Actually I like to suck both.�

�Me too,� said Terry.

�What do you think,� asked Kathy, �that a girl should prefer cocks and a boy boobs?�

Tim chuckled grimly.� �Boys do prefer boobs, most of them, except when they start off with a queer.�

�You mean like you two, with each other?�

�No, I mean �� What the hell, Terry?�

The younger boy had crawled over Tim where he had knelt between the girl�s legs, thrust his head into her bush and produced slurping sounds.� Now he sat up with a dripping chin and grinned.� �I like this too.�

�Cunt licking?�

�Cunt sucking.�

�But she�s full of jizz!�

�That�s what I mean.�� Terry licked his lips.

Kathy said musingly, �He was sucking your stuff out of me.� That�s sexy!�

�Yuck!� Tim exclaimed.� �You ready to try a sandwich?�

�I guess.� But Terry goes at the back.�

�We could try �� Shit, Terry, where�s your hard-on?�

�I don�t know.�

�Bet I can find it.�� Tim flipped around on the bed and mouthed Terry�s cock.

Kathy rose on an elbow and watched with interest.� �Who sucks best?� she asked.

�Tim,� Terry declared without hesitation.

�I guess another boy would know better what to do.�

�Tim sure does!�

His hero rose up crowing, �Told you I could!�� Now the wet wienie stuck straight out.

Tim flopped on his back, slipped one arm under the girl�s waist and levered her over him.� �Come on!�

She reluctantly raised her buttocks atop his belly.� �Aunt Ellen told me to try it.� It�s supposed to be fun.� But I want Terry in my behind, because he�s smaller.�

�I started to say we could try both in your pussy.�

�Both what?� asked Tim, blinking.

�Cocks.�

�How are we going to do that?�

�We make a sandwich.� Kathy�s the meat.�

��A sandwich.�� And we�re the bread?�

�Right.�

�You�ve done it before?� the girl asked, looking at Tim.

�No.� It�s my first time too.�

Tim lay on his back with a stiff cock poking up at a slant above his belly.� Kathy worked her hips into position, took the cock in hand and impaled her pussy.� Tim rolled his hips up for best penetration and pulled the girl back on his chest with an arm over her tits.� She drew up her heels and let her knees splay apart.

Tim said through the girl�s hair that tickled his nose, �Your move, Terry.�

�Should I get some Vaseline?�

�You ought to know she�s wet.�

�Oh, yeah.�

Terry crawled up between Kathy�s thighs and straddled Tim�s legs, which were together.� The girl caught his cock.� �Push!� she commanded, guiding him between Tim�s shaft and the top lining of her cunt.

�Oh, Jesus!� she exclaimed.

�Does it hurt?� asked Tim.

�Ooo, it feels squirmy!�

The boys began fucking her.� In a moment she slipped a finger between the rubbing bellies to frig herself.

�Tim, I can feel you sliding,� Terry observed.

�Well, of course!� the other boy retorted.

�That�s so weird!� Kathy exclaimed.� �Like they�re twisting in there.� They can�t do that, can they?�

��Twisting?�� Tim repeated blankly.

�But I like it!� she added and put her tongue into Terry�s mouth.

Soon she began to moan and shortly afterwards to squeal.

�What�s the matter with her?� asked Terry anxiously.

�She�s coming.� Noisy, ain�t she?� Keep humping.�

Terry resumed fucking, in fact redoubled his strokes.� The girl reacted with louder cries and powerful shudders of her torso.� She was experiencing the most tremendous climax of her young life.� Terry found her gyrations and screams especially stimulating and came off, grunting, for his second time in a female.

Suddenly Tim wanted a different release.� He slithered out from under the girl, shoved Terry off her and straddled her torso, touching his cock to her lips, which opened automatically.� He spewed a full load of semen into her mouth.

Her howling ceased and her eyes flew open.� Gagging, she abruptly rose from the bed and rushed to the bathroom.� The boys heard water running in the sink.

Tim chuckled with satisfaction.� �That�s the first time anybody has come in her mouth.�

Terry remarked, �Seems odd.�

�You don�t believe it was the first?�

�No.� That she didn�t like it.�

* * *

For the remainder of the summer Tim did not whack off much � maybe just once a day upon waking in the morning.� He had three sexual outlets which he employed six or seven times a day.� But summer is fleeting.

Before the end of it young Terry decided that he was no longer queer.� He had found an insatiable eleven year old girl to play with.� She was a latchkey kid happy to welcome him into her bedroom every day.� Tim, however, was wary of eleven year-olds and left them alone aside from supplying condoms.

Despite her unfortunate first experience, Kathy blew him on request, as much as several times a day.

�You finally got to like the taste?� he asked once.

�No.� It�s awful.�

�It is not!�

�Well ��� She giggled.� �Maybe it�s not.� Maybe I do like it.� I found a boy�s water pistol last year and put it in my mouth.� I liked to feel the squirts.�

�No shit!� What made you put it in your mouth?�

She stared at him and giggled.� �Aunt Ellen.�

�Ellen made you?�

�She said, �Try it, you�ll like it.��

A bit later that afternoon Kathy allowed him to mount her behind.� When he had spewed into her guts, he fell back and asked curiously, �How�d you like that?�

She giggled.� �Aunt Ellen was right.�

�She said you�d like that too?�

�She said to push out, like you wanted to go in the toilet, and it would be easy.�

�Really?� �Push out,� eh?�

She laughed.� �Too bad I don�t have a cock.� You could try it.�

�Yeah, too bad.�

* * *

But Kathy finally left for home.� The next day Ellen�s house was empty.� Tim sat on her porch stairs and whacked off disconsolately, spilling his seed into her front bushes.� He waited all morning but had to do it again that afternoon.

When she was still gone the next day, he sighed and trudged over to Anderson�s.� The man was slow coming to the door.� At sight of Tim he grinned slowly.

�Long time, no see.�

�Yeah.�

�At least on this day of the week.� You want a blowjob, I assume?�

�Yeah.�

�Surprise, surprise.� But are you ready to blow me first?�

�Uh � yeah.�

�And spread your cheeks?�

Tim took a deep breath and lowered his eyes.� �Yeah.�

�What happened to Terry?�

�He�s got a girl.�

�Who sucks cock better than you?�

Tim took another breath.� �Can I come in?�

�I�m the fuck of last resort, am I?�

Tim blushed and sighed.� �I guess.� I�m hooked.�

�Aren�t we all!�� Anderson stood back from the door and let Tim pass through to the bedroom, where he took off his shorts.� The man closed the door, followed him back and stood with hands on hips.� �A hard-on already, Tim?� I guess you don�t hate me too much.�

�I don�t hate you.�

�You haven�t sat there in eight weeks, at least.� Take off all your clothes, Tim, and stand up.� I want to see how you�re developing.�

When the boy had complied, the man shook his head.� �I think you�re taller.� And your cock looks bigger.� It�s had plenty of exercise, I�m sure.� That�s good, but you�re also growing hair.� Won�t be long before you have to shave.� Had you realized that?�

�No.�

�You�re getting a bit too manly.� This will be the last one, Tim: your last blowjob in this house.�

�Why?� I said I�d do you first.�

�No thanks.� Just lie back on the bed and let your legs hang off.�

When the boy had obeyed, Anderson knelt and sucked briefly before raising his head.� �It�s larger, all right, in every dimension.� Have you measured it?�

�No.�

�You should.�

The head went down again and bobbed slowly.� Tim felt the expert attention and decided that Kathy was right: boys sucked cock better.� But girls were still preferred.� He soon spewed and endured the inevitable final pinch.

The man backed away, licking his lips.� �You�re always full, aren�t you.� Feel better now?�

�I guess,� said the boy, rising off the bed.� �Why don�t you want me to suck you?�

�No longer opposed to the idea, Tim?�

�N-no.�

The man chuckled.� �That�s progress, but did you ever think maybe I�ve got somebody else too?�

Tim�s mouth fell open.� Indeed he had never imagined the man preferring another.� He felt a surge of jealousy.� �Who?�

Anderson laughed aloud.� �In fact I�m selling this place.�

�You�re moving?�

�Yep.�

Tim dressed quickly.� A thought occurred to him.� �You�re not in trouble, are you?�

�I hope not.�

�Well � thanks for ��

�All the relief?�

�Yeah.�

�You�re welcome.� I enjoyed it too.�

* * *

The next day, the last before school resumed, he was elated to find that Ellen had returned.� She admitted him into her bed with a smile.� He spent the day there, fucking several times in every orifice.

�Wow!� she cried, lying in an aromatic glow when he finally backed off.� �What a marvelous finale!�

�A what?�

�Finale.� It means the last act of the show.�

�What show?�

�The almost daily show of Ellen and Tim.� What would you call it?� How about Ellen�s risky version of All My Child Lovers?�

His mouth fell open.� �You �� You�re kidding.�

She smiled at his reaction.� �Would you really miss me, Timmy?�

For once he did not object to the fond diminutive.� �I already did!�

�You mean the last few days?� Well, I expect you�re caught up now!�

He grinned.� �For a little while.�� The grin vanished.� �But Ellen, please!� You�re kidding about the last act, right?�

�No, dear.� I�ve never been more serious.�

�But, but why?�

She propped up her head with an elbow and regarded him solemnly.� �I�ve found a man, Tim.� He�s really something!� He even has money.� And he wants to marry me.�

�Marry you?� He wants to marry you?�

She laughed slightly.� �Is it so preposterous?�

�No.� I mean �� I mean so what?�

She shook her head.� �Marriage involves promises to keep, Tim.� You know how I feel about promises.�

�Does that mean � it�s over for us?� he asked in evident despair.

�I won�t go behind my husband�s back.�

He stared at her in something akin to shock.� Suddenly tears welled in his eyes and he flung himself onto her wet chest, unable to suppress the sobs.

She stroked his hair.� �It�s sweet of you to cry over me, Timmy.�� After a while she chuckled unaccountably.� �Of course, Tim, it may not be as bad as you fear.�

�Oh yes, it will!� he wailed.� �Even Mr. Anderson is leaving.�

A large but tender hand gathered the flaccid cock against his tight young balls.� She said, �One of your newspaper customers, Tim?�

Suddenly the head of his cock stung with an altogether too familiar pinch.� He jerked himself up onto all fours and stared at her in absolute astonishment.

She smiled at him smugly.� �Or is he a bit more than that?�

The boy rolled over convulsively, tearing his genitals out of the caressing hand � which to his ultimate shock proved attached to the long arm of Mr. Anderson, leaning naked over the bed.� Both the man and the woman laughed.

�Is something wrong, Timmy?� Ellen asked sweetly.

�Yeah!� He�s not supposed to do that until I come.�

END

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