Message-ID: <35558asstr$1015445409@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com (bill johnson) X-Original-Message-ID: <54e5251d.0203052343.22c487de@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 6 Mar 2002 07:43:11 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 5 Mar 2002 23:43:11 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Repost, Tim and John, Part 6 (b/b, mast) Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2002 15:10:09 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/35558> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge 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... * * * * * * * * * * * * 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]) -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+