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Subject: {ASSM} Repost, Tim and John, Part 6 (b/b, mast)
Date: Wed,  6 Mar 2002 15:10:09 -0500
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Part 6
 
This is for adults 18 or over and involves young teen boys in
experimental sexual situations.


When I woke it was 10:30.  I rolled over and John woke up.  

"Mornin', dude. I slept like a bear."

"Me too."  Neither of us made any mention of our predawn experience. 
I expected to see lots of semen that we had shot out in each of our
two orgasms, but, funny, there were just some crusty areas and no wet
areas that I could find.

I took a shower while John played a one-player WWF video game match. 
I took clean underwear and clothes in the bathroom with me.  I came
out clean and dressed, and John said, "I'll take one now."

I turned on the TV and watched some of the Saturday programs, while he
took his shower.  He came out with a towel around his waist.  His
backpack was beside the TV, against the wall on the floor.  He reached
into it and got out a clean pair of jeans, some red plaid boxers, and
a Texas Tech sweatshirt.  He dropped the towel from around his waist. 
He said, "Can I borrow your comb?"

I tried not to stare.  

"Sure, its on the dresser over there."  I pointed behind me.

He walked over and got the comb and came back in my view and combed
his hair.  He was still naked.  He was not hard.  His dick was small,
a little bigger than mine, but not by much.  He had a magnificent
triangle of brown pubic hairs above it.  He put on his boxers and his
pants, and the sweatshirt.  Then he sat down on the floor next to me.

"My Dad ain't picking' me up `till 5:30.  You got anything to eat?"

"Yeah, come on."

"You boys must have stayed up late.  I let you sleep.  I hope you had
a nice time together."  (She had no idea how nice it was!)  "I heard
the water running in the shower and mixed up some pancakes and
sausage.  Sit down."

We were starved and had a huge breakfast feast.  It was mid November,
and it was a bright, sunshiny day, real nice, not cold and not hot.

We went outside and fooled around on skateboards.  I had two of them,
my old one and my new one I had gotten for my 13th birthday.  We built
a ramp out of some wood in the garage and tried to do some stunts.  We
were no Tony Hawkes, but it was fun trying.

We did it for until it became boring.  We then walked to the
convenience store just up the street to get some candy and something
to drink.  After standing out front eating and drinking and trying to
look cool, we walked home.  We picked up the boards we used to make
the ramp, and took them into the garage.  John said, "Where does that
go?"

He pointed to a ladder built in the wall and a trap door in the
ceiling above it.

"That's the attic to the garage."

"Cool!  Let's go up there."

"OK."  I had been up there only a couple of times, but have never
explored it much.  I climbed up and pushed the trap door open and
hoisted my seat up on the floor of the attic.  Then I pulled John's
arm and helped him get up there with me.

There were lots of boxes of junk, old clothes, pictures, old stuff.  I
felt like I was in another world. We rummaged around, looking at the
stuff.  He walked over to the back wall.

"Where does this door go?"

"It opens to the outside, for light and air, I guess."  He opened it. 
All we could see was an open field that was behind my house.  The
garage was set back so we were secluded from being seen by the
neighbors.

"I gotta piss.  He unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick.  It was
semi hard.  He pissed out that window/door, and laughed as he watched
the urine stream disperse and hit the ground.  "Come on, Timbo, you
piss now.  It's fun!"

I unzipped my fly and pushed down the waistband of my briefs.  My cock
was getting pretty hard from the excitement of being secluded with
John and having him watch me piss in such a bizarre way.  We laughed
as the urine flew.  "Wouldn't it be funny if some dork walked by and
got pissed on right now?"  We laughed and laughed.  I returned my cock
to its home in my briefs and zipped up my fly.

John wrestled me to the floor.  I grabbed him and tried to gain
supremacy.  He was on top of me, with his left hand under my knee and
his right hand around the back of my neck.  I rolled over so I was on
top.  My hand went under his crotch as I tried to reach between his
legs with my right hand and under his shoulder with my left to pin
him.  I felt that he had gotten hard.  He rolled me over and he was on
top now.  Then he put his hand on my crotch, right over my dick, which
was now VERY hard.

He pinned my shoulders to the floor and said , "One, two, three, pin!"
 I just lay there.  He still had his left hand holding down my
shoulders, and his right hand was still over my crotch.  He started
making that spider-like motion with his fingers, fondling my cock.

I responded by taking my right hand and fondling his the same way. He
let go of my shoulder and sat on the floor next me.  We continued to
play with each other's cocks through the crotches of our jeans.  The
electric feeling was flowing in my midsection again.  Neither of us
said a word.

He let go of me and stood up, kicked off his shoes, and took off his
jeans, boxers, and shirt.  He sat back down next to me again. His dick
was pointing to the ceiling and jumping slightly with each heartbeat. 
He looked at me.  I sat up and pulled off my shirt and unbuttoned and
unzipped my jeans.  I raised up my rear end and slid them off with the
briefs at the same time.  I pulled off my shoes and yanked the pants
off, turning them inside out.  The briefs were still in the pants.  We
were both stark naked, except for our socks.

Not a word was spoken.  We stood and faced each other and
automatically our hands went for each other's hard cocks.  We started
stroking, fondling, and playing with each other.  I did not think I
could get any harder, but this was so exciting that I did.  He did,
too.  It was all so spontaneous and exciting, and to this day I could
probably not repeat its intensity.

In unison we fell to the floor together.  We lay facing each other on
our sides and quickly reached for each other's dicks and resumed the
play.

After a time of fondling he  got up on his knees and I did the same,
still working on each other.  Our arms were going crazy as we stroked
each other in unison.

It wasn't long before I reached to point of no return.  He was
stroking me and I shot.  Little puddles of cum landed on the floor. 
Not long after that he shot and some of his cum landed on my puddles,
and joined together to make some larger puddles.  We both collapsed to
the floor in exhaustion. We lay there for a few minutes, glowing from
the ecstasy.
 
Without saying a word we got dressed and put on our shoes.  We left
the cum on the floor where it had landed , closed the window/door, and
climbed down out of the attic.

We went inside and found out that it was almost time for John's dad to
come and pick him up.  By the time he got his stuff together the
doorbell rang.

"That's him.  Bye, Tim."

His dad thanked my mom.  "Thanks for everything!" he said as got into
the car.

That was the last time I ever saw John.  

After Christmas break one of my friends at school told me that John's
mom left his dad and she took him and moved to another state.  I was
stunned and saddened.  When I rode the bus home from school that day
the sun was shining, but it was a gloomy day for me.

When the bus turned on to my street I saw a big truck across from my
house.  It was a moving van.

An old couple had lived in the big house across the street since
before I was born. They put the house up for sale, though, and moved
to a retirement village in Florida.  It sat empty since summer, but
the day after Christmas I noticed a "sold" sign hanging off of the
"for sale" sign.

I got off the bus. It pulled away and drove off. As I was walking up
my driveway, I noticed a car pulling up and parking on the street
behind the moving van.  A man got out, and then a woman got out of the
passenger side.  Then a boy got out of the back seat . He looked my
age...
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This concludes the Tim and John series.  Look for the next series,
"Tim's New Neighbor."

Comments or questions?  I answer every email.

Billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com   (billybo  [7 "I"s])

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