Tim at Swim Chapter 5 Part 2


School got hectic with exams and graduation. Then I got a call from Helen in New England. She asked what I knew about Joey’s New York City life. She was worked up from worry.
“”What’s wrong, Aunt Helen? Joey hasn’t talked to me since he moved to the City.”
“Oh, Timmy. The Police were here looking for him. They said it was drugs.”
I didn’t know what to say. My new openness said to tell her the truth. I was too pragmatic to do so.
“It’s probably just a misunderstanding. Joey knows how to stay out of trouble.” Tim 188
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Just be there for him when he needs you.”
“You’re always so practical, Timmy.”
“You’re always so worrying, Aunt Helen.”
“How are your folks doing?”
“Dad’s fine. I met his new girlfriend. Her name is Susan.”
“Girlfriend? I was afraid that’s what happened. How’s your mom?”
“Okay, I guess. She’s not saying much.”
“Well, give her my best.”
“Sure. Um, don’t worry about Joey. I’m sure he’ll straighten things out.”
“I hope you’re right.”

I sat there trying to figure it out, once she hung up. The police were after him, but hopefully only to question him. If he stayed low, maybe it would blow over. I had no idea what to do, so I called Tina in New York and told her. She was great. She promised to round-up Pete and the gang, and go to Manhattan looking for Joey. All I wanted was for him to call me.
Within two days, he called.
“What’s up, dude?”
“Man, I’m glad you called. The cops are looking for you in Stockbridge.”
“How’d ya find that out.”
“Helen called, all bent out of shape.”
“Shit. Did she tell you why?”
“They told her it was drugs.”
“Big surprise.”
“I just wanted to warn you, so you can lay low ‘til it blows over.”
”Thanks, man. I’m definitely taking that advice. Wot’s up wid youse?”
“Man, you really caught an accent. Everything’s cool here. My folks split from each other, but I don’t have to move. Once Mom’s gone, Dad’s moving his new girlfriend in here. My best friend lives with me. I sort of have a girlfriend. Normal high school stuff. I’m still on the swim team. You know, just normal.”
“Sounds kewl. The City’s swallowin’ me up. How’d ya get those Spic friends who found me. They were kewl, a Bronx posse.”
“They were my first friends when I moved here. They were here on vacation. I stay in touch.”
“They say ya got real street smarts.”
“Just what I learned from you. So, come on, tell me what’s going on with the arty Glitter crowd.”
“Not much. Since I did the porno, they figure they can just buy me. I lost my glamour. Just been dealin’ dope and turnin’ tricks, kinda boring. Well, I’m taking yer advice and layin’ low. I got money stashed. Maybe I’ll head out to the Coast. I’ll keep in touch.”
“Luv ya, Joey.” Tristan10
“Me, too, kid.”

It was a let-down. At least I had done my part, aiding and abetting. I wondered when or if I’d see him again. I didn’t relate to his world anymore. When I called Tina, I could tell they hadn’t been impressed by Joey. She and the whole gang were excited to be returning to Miami Beach in July. At least I was comfortable hanging out with them on Collins Avenue. I hoped they didn’t find me a snob. Scott was studying for finals. I asked him if he’d feel funny about hanging out on Collins in South Beach. He laughed at me.
“If you do it, it’ll be fun.”
It would work.
Finals came and went, and all of us passed into the eleventh grade. The night before Scott was to leave on vacation, we rode to the Grove and sat on the same seawall in Peacock Park. Scott tried to talk about our fateful race, But, I cut him off. We rode through the Grove, stopping at the same shop where Joey bought me my pukka shell necklace. I bought one for Scott, fastening it around his neck. He was really pleased. As we left the shop, whom did we run into but Wilkie.
“Hey, David, still hanging out with the hippies?” I asked.
“Hey, it’s ‘not so little’ Tim. What’s up? The necklace reminds me of when you got yours. How is your cousin?”
“Okay. Well, not really too good. He’s over his head in the City. I think he’ll move to California.”
“La-La Land, City of Angels and Lotus Eaters. I wish him well. I’m off to England soon, got an Olympics to catch. Why don’t you and your buddy come by and say hi to Jill.”
We followed him on our bikes to his apartment. He went by motorcycle and waited for us at their place.Tim 300 Scott was so in awe of him, even more so when he saw Jill. She sized Scott up pretty quickly and asked if we were living together.
“How did you know?” Scott asked.
“Oh, I know Tim pretty well. You guys seem really relaxed with each other. I think it’s cool.
When she kissed him on the cheek, Scott blushed and smiled. We said goodbye.
Back at the room, we sat in the window, talking.
“She thought we were gay, didn’t she.”
“That’s ‘cause she met me when Joey was here.”
“I couldn’t believe how cool she was about it.”
I then told him about Joey’s current troubles. It was weird to feel so removed from Joey. I made it seem like the plot of a movie. I didn’t need him anymore, so I could let him go, or at least not worry about it.
Out of the blue, Scott moved next to me and asked, “Can we do it, Tim?” Dario 03
Out of the frying pan (Joey) and into the fire (Scott).
“Jesus, Scott, you’re freaking me out. I thought all that was worked out. I know we’ll really miss each other when you leave tomorrow. Call me every night. You’ll have fun up there with the hillbillies. This is a sign we need to get away from each other.”
That’s not what my heart was telling me, which was racing. He was getting another message from the bulge in my shorts. Tim 216Then he put my hand on his dick which was hard as a rock, even though there wasn’t as much bulge as mine.
“Shit, Scott, we’ve been avoiding this all spring.”
We stripped off our clothes, staring at each other’s dicks.Tim 304
“You’re so big, Tim. I thought it would look like mine.”
“You’re big enough that I melt just looking at it.”
“Will you show me what to do?”
“Shit. Is this happening? Don’t worry about it. We’ll just see how far we go.”Tim 218
We sat side by side on the bed, each reaching over and fingering each other’s dick.  He was already precumming and shivered when I started to lightly stroke his dick. It was a full 6 inches with heavy balls hanging down.
“Calm down,” I whispered, “or, you’ll cum too soon.”
I pushed him back to the pillows and started to play with his nipples. He continued to shiver and shudder, like I was tickling him. He had his eyes closed, while he ran his fingers across my face, like a blind man trying to visualize how I looked.
“What are you thinking about, with your eyes closed?”
“How long we’ve waited to do this. Why we were so afraid of it? And how much I’m going to miss you these next two weeks.”
I was dying to kiss him but knew I had to go slow. I caressed his face, then his lips with my finger tips, as he did the same to me. I sucked two fingers into my mouth and pulled on them tightly. He hesitated, and then followed my example. It was my turn to shiver from anticipation. Putting his arms around me and wrapping his legs on mine, his dick throbbed against my hip. We both leaned back on the pillows. I rotated toward him, sliding us down until we were belly to belly, dick to dick. Tim 130 He was soaked from his precum. I played with his lips until he moaned, which signaled me to fully kiss him, thrusting my tongue where my fingers had been. He sucked on it until he had to breathe. He then thrust his tongue into my mouth. Sucking on it I yearned to have his dick inside me, to squeeze and release until it was pulsing. Tim 307
“Man, you leak a lot.” I broke our silent exploration of what turned us on.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re pre-cum.” I gasped.
“My what?”
“The liquid that comes out before you orgasm.”
“Is that strange?”
“No, but there’s a flood down there.”
We laughed and relaxed from this building tension. He sure seemed naïve. With him shivering less, I got bolder. Licking his chest and belly, I moved down on him, where I discovered his balls, fully drawn up in his scrotum. I worked them loose, until I could take first one, then both balls into my mouth. As I squeezed them, he started to moan lowly, working me to such a pitch that I was literally chewing on his nuts. I looked up past his dick and saw he was propped up, watching me work on him.
“You going to lie there and let me do all the work?” Tim 30
“Just tell me what you want.”
“It’s better if you do what you want to get me off.”
He turned us around to the classic 69 position. Tim 457 He tentatively took my dick in his hands, first licking my stomach and the base of my dick. With my free hand I took my dick and stuck it into his mouth, while simultaneously I went totally down on his six-inch penis, working up and down its straining shaft. He followed my direction, working on my dick in his mouth. We lay there mirroring each other in unison, up and down, fingering each other’s balls and stroking the inside of our thighs. Slowly I pushed a finger against his tight anus, rubbing around the hole. I felt his dick expand in my mouth, the front vein becoming thicker and harder. He rubbed my butt-hole and my dick did its little turn upwards, as I prepared to cum. My middle finger entered his butt the smallest amount, and his whole body stiffened and shuddered. Then his dick exploded cum down my throat, while he vigorously pushed his finger in and out of my asshole. My wad let go instantly, making him gag. He was cumming in my mouth, while my legs held his head between my thighs to keep him from spitting out my ejaculating dick. He kept finger-fucking my butt, as I kept cumming, over and over. His orgasm lasted as long as mine. His cum tasted sweeter than I thought possible, not sour like Joey. Sweet innocence, I thought. My ejaculations slowed, but not his finger, which I realized was in rhythm with each throb of his own ejaculation. I was being fucked in two places. I released his head from my thighs, but he kept sucking on my spent cock. I was doing the same to his dick, which had slowed to occasional bursts. I licked his dick clean, and after he did mine, I rolled over to lie beside him.
“Your cum was as sweet as candy.”
“So was yours. What’s it supposed to taste like?”
“Well, Joey was pretty sour, but then, he does drugs.”
“Was I better than Joey?”
“No comparison. I never knew anyone who could cum so much.”
He grinned like a fool. Tim 141
“I can’t believe we’re lying here talking about it. Now what? Is it okay that I swallowed?”
”You’re so perfect, Scott. I just know you’ll drive me crazy. And, you might want to get a pregnancy test in a couple of weeks, just in case.”
He looked odd, then started to laugh. I kissed him, but he didn’t open up for tongue.
“Yuck. Did we really do that?” he asked.
I took my dick and flopped it at his face. He started to lick it without thinking, grabbing my butt to pull me into his face. Tim 51 We were barely done, and I was getting hard again. Then he pulled me down next to him on the bed, hugging me and not letting go. I was back to full hard-on, which I pressed against his stomach.
“You want to do it again, don’t you?” He asked with a hint of hope in his voice.
“I just turn on really fast.” I could see he was still limp.
“It’ll take me awhile to get hard.”
“Well, let’s see,” as I took his floppy dick and rubbed it against my hard-on.
“That feels good,” as he gave me a sneaky look.
He wasn’t up for it but wanted to be. I started to beat off both dicks with two hands. His balls bumped against me while we kneeled facing each other. His dick wasn’t fully soft, nor was it really hard. My tip started to turn up, so I stopped beating us off, grabbing him by the hips and thrusting my dick against his stomach. He fell backwards, so I humped him on top. Tim 57He was thrusting in rhythm with me as I started to cum. The jism squirted all over our chests and we soon were slithering around on each other in the bed. We were laughing when I realized he finally was hard again.
“Nice timing, Scott.”
He wiped up a handful of cum, rubbing it on and into my ass, rolled me over, and mounted me, all in about two seconds.Tim 29 I never even tensed up, just responding to the dick pounding my ass. His arms held me so tightly, his fingers dug into my chest. It was his first fuck. He rode me like it was the Kentucky Derby. His breathing was in gasps, while he fucked faster and faster. Finally, he withdrew too far and we uncoupled. Moaning, I quickly rolled onto my back, stuck his pulsating dick up my ass, and wrapped my legs around his hips. He pressed so deeply into me, I pulled my knees up into his armpits. Tim 18 Our rhythm was fierce as he raced toward orgasm. When I looked deep into his eyes, he went rigid at the end of a thrust, as he held me, wanting to cum. Then he pumped again, almost cumming as he went rigid, more pumping, more tensing, more pumping, then finally he shuddered as he held me still, looking deep into my eyes now. I felt the explosion from his dick, and then he was pumping wildly and shouting his relief as he climaxed and came deep inside me. Slowing to a stop, he collapsed on top of me. Still inside, he fell asleep. Man, he knew how to take advantage. I moved away, then snuggled into his arms, reinserting his still hard dick up my ass. Then both of us were asleep.

I got up several hours later, sneaking out of bed, and sitting in my window. Tim 441 Just as I stuck my leg out the window, I heard a scurrying noise and a white shadow moved across the backyard. I whistled, and the shadow stopped, then moved away faster. A minute later, the echoing whistle came back. I thought at first it might be a ghost, and then laughed out loud at myself. Relaxing in my spot, Tim 227 I enjoyed the cool breeze from the Bay. I needed to cool off. All my good intentions about not doing Scott blown away by passion. I couldn’t stand thinking about our separation when he left for vacation. Had I fucked it up? I had been acting on heartfelt feelings. It wasn’t that easy. I let my thoughts drift as the Bay breeze cooled my naked body. Scott remained sleeping, with his hand tucked under his head, as if he was sucking his thumb. img488 My God, I thought, and then laughed. I only wanted to lay with him and forget these doubts. Soon I was waking up in bed on Saturday morning. Scott was on his back, with his eyes open.
“I guess we said our goodbyes in the best possible way,” he spoke with maudlin regret.
I rolled over, looking him right in the eyes, “Do you think I’m ever going to be separated from you now?”
“In some spiritual way, we’ll never be apart,“ he continued in a self-pitying way.
“No asshole. I’m serious. I’m just going to go with you today. There’s no other way.”
He looked stunned, then grabbing his pillow, hit me over and over. We were laughing and wrestling, until a pillow broke open. Feathers went everywhere. Tim 84
“How are you going to get your mom to let you go?”
“Just not tell her. I’ll call once we’re there.”
“My folks would kill me.”
“Your folks aren’t getting divorced.”          Tim 222

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