WARNING!  The following section of Tim, the Teenage MC has intensive homosexual content that will either gross you out or surprisingly arouse you.  Any important details relevant to the plot presented in this section are also explained in the section preceding this one.  Therefore:

a) If the idea of two males having consensual and loving sex is disturbing to you, skip this section.

b) If the idea of two males performing analingus (that is, licking of the ass without any feces present) skip this section.

c) If you are aroused by the idea of sucking shit out of someone's ass and/or ingesting it, skip this section because I'd NEVER make anyone (real or imaginary) do that and you'll just be terribly disappointed.  And make sure you go see a psychiatrist when you finish reading this chapter before you make yourself really ill.

 

"I don't know about you, but I'm dripping wet from all that jogging," I said, poking my head in the bathroom to check it out.

Joey's hands slipped under the front of my shirt as he pressed himself against my back.

"Yeah.." he said, rubbing his hands all over my hard sweaty chest.  "Nice and dripping wet."

He buried his nose into the shoulder my wet shirt, and I felt him licking and sucking the juices out of it.  When he stopped, he stood there feeling my chest and pecs, breathing in lung full after lung full of my scent.

"You know," he said a few minutes later, pulling my shirt off over my head.  "This is a lot like one of my wet dreams I had about you.  But I can't believe I'm actually going to do this."

"You had more than one wet dream.. about me?" I said, astonished.

"Two of them after that one day with that fat chick..  Heh.. I wonder if she lost that weight," he said before kissing my bare shoulder.

"We'll just have to find out when we get back," I said, closing my eyes to let his caresses work their magic.

But before I could lose myself in his hands sliding over my wet skin, Joey turned me around to face him, then once his shirt was off, we were exploring each other's mouths with our tongues.

I could feel Joey's urgency to get beyond the foreplay, and knew when his mouth began to travel down my neck and chest that I wouldn't be enjoying it much longer.

But I was wrong.  Joey seemed to be satisfied sucking the almost dried sweat off my well outlined manly breasts.  I had to admit that the hormones had helped considerably in the forming of my manly features, and as Joey's hands traveled up and down my back, I felt very proud of the well developed muscles I had.

Joey surprisingly came back up for another round of tongue wrestling, then as we paused to catch our breath, he said, "Let's play a game of follow the leader."

"Follow the leader?"

"Yeah.  I'm the leader.  Anything I do to you, you then have to do to me next.  And you have to do it as well or better than I do.  Agreed?"

"I guess so."

"Good.  Get started."

"Huh?  I thought you was the leader," I said surprised.

"I am.  I already did something," he said, rubbing some of his spit into my left breast.

"Oh," I simply said before I pressed my mouth over his.

I was surprised at how easily I became excited while sucking and licking his manly breasts.  They had a firmness to them all their own, much firmer than a woman's, yet not unpleasantly so.

When my turn was over, Joey looked in my eyes and said, "Thank you."

My natural reaction was to kiss his cheek and hug him, and I was rewarded with his own affectionate hug and kiss.

But after the affection had worn off, Joey's hands began their wandering, then he proceeded to kiss his way down my body, his hands pushing my shorts down as his lips crossed the no man's zone.

My dick was at full attention as he playfully licked my balls and around my cock's base, and I was finding his finger's attention on my rose to make it increasingly difficult to keep standing.

When I almost lost my balance, Joey stopped and led me into the shower and started the water.

I happily got in the shower with him and immediately grabbed the soap and started soaping his ass.  I had actually been enjoying it to that point, and was looking forward to the fun we always had in the shower in the past.  But then I caught a glimpse of Joey sniffing the unwashed fingers he had used to massage my ass, and I shuddered with disgust when he actually tasted it with his tongue.

I couldn't help but hesitate when he moved to kiss again.  But Joey knew what he was doing, and after feeling his hands going up and down my back, gently humping our dicks together while he patiently suckled my lips, I finally allowed his tongue access to my mouth and quickly sent mine into his.

The water flowing over our hot skin only gave us more lubricant for our hands as they explored every muscles, every crevice of our young masculine bodies.  Our cocks were bouncing into each other as we humped in a rhythmic pattern, their precum constantly getting wiped onto our bellies before it was washed away by the falling water.

I realized I had begun to like the feel of his powerful and masculine body in my arms, the feel of his manly like body almost becoming arousing to me.  In fact I believe I was the first to send my fingers down to his assholes, and couldn't help but feel my desire to start fucking rise when Joey immediately did the same.

But Joey was the leader, and he even though he did want to fuck, he had other things he wanted to do first.  When I felt him pulling away from the wall, I allowed him to turn me around and bend me over.  He startled me when he ran his tongue across my ass cheeks, but I was glad he had warned me before his tongue probed my ass a moment later.

I couldn't believe how quickly I lost my displeasure over his tongues attack.  Within minutes I was using my hands to help hold my ass cheeks apart and meeting his tongues thrusts with my own.  The more tongue he squeezed in, the more my ass loosened, and thus the more of his tongue he was able to squeeze in.

Deeper and deeper his tongue went into my rectum, wiggling and probing while his lips would once in a while seal around the entrance to suck his tiring tongue back in.  On probably his tongue's fifth re-entry, my cum hit the wall without either of us having touched my dick, and then after another stimulating feel around, his tongue was replaced with his wonderfully thick dick.

Once he had worked the slight remaining resistance out of my ass, he stood me up and slowly fucked me while turning my head and starting another kiss.  That time I could smell the trace of corruption on his breath, but didn't really notice much of a taste, especially once I had lost myself again into the passion of our anal sex.

Our breathing became too heavy to kiss very long, and soon he had me leaning up against the wall again as he went full out pounding my ass.  I would have enjoyed it a lot more if I hadn't been feeling his lust building towards something I knew I wasn't going to like.

Joey gasped and grunted as he came, pulling his dick out of my ass just as his first shot erupted.  I groaned with disappointment feeling his hot spunk splash against my hole, but as my rose spasmed from the wet stimulation, he plunged a good portion of the ejaculate into my ass by the head of his dick.  Joey timed his partial penetrations so that his cum was sprayed onto my rose before his cock shoved part of it inside me, and this was incredibly pleasurable to my already tingling ass.

His orgasm hadn't even finished its last spurt when Joey suddenly stopped his shudders and shakes to slam the water off.  As the sounds of our breathing filled my ears, I became aware of the throbbing cock still sitting with its head up my ass, growing harder than ever as Joey's lust reached a new height.

My own dick softened as my fear for what he was contemplating about grew.  I wanted to jump away when I felt Joey reached down between us, then relaxed when he ran his finger up my crack to my asshole.  But when I realized his cum covered finger was rising up to his mouth, I had to close my eyes and fight the retching sensations growing in my stomach.

After Joey finished his smacking sounds, he licked the side of my face near my right ear and said, "Your turn."

When I didn't respond, he said, "I said your turn."

"Joey.." I said, nervously.  "I.. I don't think I can.."

"Please?  I really want you to.  You said.."

"I know what I said, but that was when I thought you'd make me do it without me knowing I was doing it.  But this is...  <sigh> I know you did it all as loving as possible, and that's why I'm still standing here.  But I'm not ready for..  for..  that kind of dirty sex.  You can do whatever you want to me, but I'm just not ready to do it to you.."

"But will you ever be ready?" Joey asked emotionally.

"I don't know.  Maybe.  To tell you the truth, once I forgot how gross it was, I enjoyed your...  your tongue fucking me."

"Then maybe after I do it enough times, you won't find it so gross and you'll try doing it to me," Joey analyzed.

"Maybe," I said, doubting it.

"Yeah..  You'll get there.  I know you will," he said as I felt his softened dick growing hard in my ass again.  "And then you'll do other things like this."

I fought my retching sensations again as Joey bent me over and began licking his cum from my ass.  But during the course of Joey's sucking my ass, I again lost my displeasure and ended up aiding his efforts to get every last bit of his jism out of my ass by pushing my shitting muscles.

After nearly an hour and a half of sex, Joey finally called it quits and we both collapsed into the tub.  I sat against the tub's side with Joey laying on his back between my spread legs, feeling the exhaustion of a long day while our breathing started to slow down.

"My mouth is going to be really sore tomorrow," Joey said sleepily.

"So are my legs," I thought out loud, feeling them already getting stiff.

Joey closed his eyes and said "When I had to do these things to Steven, I didn't care that he didn't do them to me.  All I wanted was to please him.  The fucking bastard never even kissed me."

Joey paused a moment, then looked over at me and said, "I guess what I'm trying to say is, even if you never do those things to me..  I know you love me."

Then he grabbed the side of the tub and got out, then held his hand out towards me and said, "Let's go, partner.  We can have you falling asleep in here when we're paying by the hour."

"Shit.  You're certainly are a cheap fuck," I said grinning and taking his hand.

Over the course of the following week and a half, I subjected myself to Joey's tongue and dick fucking my ass, each time finding it a little easier to relax and let him do his thing.  He always started out as loving as he had the first time, and that's probably how he talked me into fucking his mouth a few times.

On the twelfth visit to the motel room, I knew Joey had been right about me eventually wanting to do those things to him.  I felt horrible about it, but I couldn't help but get excited about feeling his tongue seeking his freshly deposited cum from my ass.  It wasn't until two days later that I realized I had crossed a line, and that only made me want to cross another one.  A big one.

That evening after our workout, we went to our usual room.  As soon as the door was shut, I stepped behind him and began sucking on his sweaty neck while slipping my hands up the front of his shirt and feeling his hard muscular pecks and abs.

"Joey..  Its time for my turn," I said, sending my hands down to his waist to begin lowering his shorts.

"Oh God," Joey moaned as he shed his shirt.  "I've wanted to hear you say that for so long.."

Licking the sweat off his now bare back, I quickly got rid of my own shorts, then paused long enough to pull my shirt of while I turned him around to face me.

I stared at his muscular teenage body, seeing the lust in his eyes, the sweat on his chest, the bulging throbbing meat between his legs, and I felt no displeasure, no feeling of wrongness, nothing holding my love and lust from doing what I knew he wanted me to do so badly.

That when I understood the truth of what my love was.  I didn't want his male body.  I wanted him.  The love I had for him or anyone else was not gay or bi or straight.  It was just love, and there was no greater attraction to have.

I knew the truth.  To love him was to love all of him.  To kiss him I had to kiss all of him.  From his head, to his toes, from his dick, to his ass, I swore I would taste ever square inch of his body.  I pledged to swallow as many of his bodily fluids as he would share with me.  For there was nothing..  NOTHING about his male body for me to find disgusting anymore.  It was only the shell which carried the soul of whom I knew was my playmate, my companion, my friend, my bodyguard, my advisor, my lover, and yes..  My soul-mate.

As I stepped into his arms, our tongues reached out of our open mouths to touch before they were even within reach, our eyes shutting as our oral muscles slid past each other to dive into the welcoming home of the other.  My hands rediscovered the feel of his nicely defined muscles, finding every inch of his skin still hot and wet from our jog.  Our cocks were struggling to embrace each other as we sucked each others mouths of their spit, our hands never once stopping to rest as we tried press more and more of ourselves against the other's sweaty skin.

When Joey broke our mouths apart gasping for air, I refused to stop for anything as trivial as oxygen, and began giving hickeys on his neck and chest.   I devoured his manly nipples and breasts, cleaned his slick stomach, tongued and sucked out his hairy belly button, then sucked in the strand of precum hanging from the lips of his dick.

As I began to use my lips and tongue on the head of his gorgeous cock, Joey gasped out, "Oh God, Tim.  Oh fuCKING GOD!"

I was using the end result of two years of getting blow jobs from the twins, Suzi, and forty three other girls of which I had stored the greatest aspects of each and every one of their techniques.  Joey's head was rolling around as I slurped, licked, and sucked, then finally as his cock began to surge with its impending eruption, I prompted him to fuck my mouth like never before.

Finally, I understood the attraction girls and women had to sucking cock.  It was more than a fetish, more than an erotic thrill.  There was a sense of power... no, that wasn't it really.  Not power to control anyway.  For all the male's strength and toughness, there was a sense of satisfaction in seeing how vulnerable and delicate we could become with so little work done.

My mouth greedily accepted every drop of his seed, tasting as much as I possibly could while his cock continued to fuck deeply into my willing throat.   But before his shutters and shakes were over, I pulled my mouth off his dick completely, catching the last bit of his cum in my hand.

 I began fingering that same small puddle of semen into his ass as I cleaned his cock up with my mouths foamy spit.  Joey knew where I was going with this, and after he shuddered with excitement and reversed the softening of his dick, he gently moved towards the bed and leaned over while spreading his feet far apart to give me the access I needed for his ass.

I couldn't believe I actually wanted to do it.  I felt so.. dirty.  I made the mistake of smelling the finger I had been massaging his rose with, but after grossing out a second, I made myself smell it again, finding the aroma as pleasant and arousing. It was from my lover's sweet body, therefore it smelled like a rose, and tasted like honey.  That is was love makes everything become.

The moan Joey made when I finally passed my tongue over his already clasping rose stirred a lust I hadn't felt for a seemingly long time.  It had been at least two months since I had made anyone moan like that, and after trying it twice more and getting the same response, I lost myself into french kissing his asshole.

When Joey's ass closed up tight a moment, I knew he was starting his orgasm and immediately moved under his spread legs to take his cock into my mouth again.  I collected as much cum as I could stand before returning to his ass to spurt his own cum into his willing hole.  It was just so dirty, so completely mind numbingly arousing, I continued making love to his ass with my mouth even after his legs gave out.   He was laying flat on the floor for nearly twenty minutes before Joey couldn't stand any more.

"Tim.. Just FUCK ME! Please?" he gasp.  "Fuck me, use me, do whatever you want with me.  JUST FUCK ME!"

I didn't argue.  My mouth was so tired I was having trouble keeping it closed as I slipped my dick into his ass and began pumping away, only to be stopped by Joey's insisting we did it on the bed.

I have to admit, Joey knew how to be perverted and romantic at the same time.  After pulling his legs back to give me access to his shit hole which I immediately filled with my cock, Joey reached up to me and pulled me down to his lips.  We savagely sucked the spit out of each other's mouths, then gently and lovingly kissed a minute before Joey stopped and smiled.

"I've never been so happy in my life, Timmy.  I love you in ways I'll never be able to say."

"I love you too, Joey Theodore Connor," I said, kissing him again.

When I felt his ass squeeze my cock, I broke our lips apart and said, "I'm going to fuck your ass until you cum all over yourself.  And then I'm going to suck it all up while I fuck your mouth and make you pay for turning me into the pervert you are."

"Yeah.  Fuck my ass, Tim.  Fuck it, then fuck my fucken mouth."

And with that, I started my pumping again, this time holding nothing back as I used every bit of my newly grown strength to knock my cock in as deep as it could go.

Things didn't work out as we planned since by the time I got him to blow again, we were both too exhausted to do anything but fall asleep with my dick still in his wonderful ass.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I simply couldn't find what we did so pleasurable, nor so romantic.  I woke Joey up and we scampered back to the dorm, wishing very much I had something stronger than soda to wash the taste out of my mouth.

We explored every perversion we could come up with that didn't involve shit, urine, small creatures, or inanimate objects in the following two weeks thereafter.  We quickly learned how to butt munch each other at the same time, that being sort of like 69ing except you're always having to strain to hold the other one's ass to mouth.  It was very tiring, and we didn't do it much.  But when we did, it was a lot of... well.. fun.

On the fourth week of our dirty sex, I suddenly remembered the lesbians I had met at the amusement park a year earlier, and we spent several days exploring the depths of each other's rectums with our hands.  We were always very careful about making sure we were completely empty and clean before our dirty sex.  Neither of us fancied ending up with the taste of shit in our mouths.

Okay, so one time we did pull the shit out of the other's ass with our hands, but wore gloves and never tried it again because it was too gross, even for us.  I don't think I've left anything out, and since many readers may not enjoy this kind of thing, I'm not going into any more details of the sex Joey and I had during our time at Northwestern State.  With that said...  Let the quest for Sarah continue.

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