Tim Becomes Trouble Pt. 01

Tim Evans is nervous.

It's three in the afternoon on a Thursday in September. The twenty-one-year-old college senior has driven to a nondescript cul-de-sac on the outskirts of the small university town where he lives.

He stops when he arrives at the unremarkable rancher that he recognizes from an unforgettable weekend two years earlier. He nervously walks up to the door and presses the doorbell. Moments later, the door opens, revealing a barrel-chested white man with a thick brown moustache surrounded by several days worth of stubble. He wears what is commonly known as a wife-beater that does nothing to conceal his massively hairy chest. His lower half is covered, barely, by tight boxer shorts. The fly is gaping, exposing a dense mass of pubic hair and the thick base of what is certainly a very large cock.

"Tim?" he asks, tentatively.

"Wilson!" Tim replies, breaking into a smile.

The two embrace warmly. "C'mon in, boy! Wilson exclaims, stepping aside to let Tim enter.

"Jeezus, Timmy, you've sure filled out since we saw you last," he says, rubbing Tim's facial hair appreciatively. He calls out, "Hey, Jackson, we've got company. Get your fat black ass out here."

Jackson, a 6-foot-5-inch Black man, enters the room, cursing. He's completely naked, his eight-inch cock and low-hanging balls swinging loosely. "You have some nerve talking about my ass, you fat f-- Hey, is that Tim?"

Wilson and Jackson, partners in life as well as on the police force, know Tim from the weekend two years earlier that changed Tim's life. After getting pulled over for an alleged DUI, he was hosted at the officer's house for a weekend instead of heading to lockup. He was a 19-year-old boy with no muscles to speak of; a virgin who thought he was straight. He finished the weekend without the virginity (courtesy of Wilson, Jackson, and five of their fellow police officers) and with the knowledge that he is, in fact, gay.

"So, Tim, tell us what you've been up to," Wilson exclaimed motioning for Tim to sit down while he and Jackson sat on the couch across the room. "You've obviously been working out!"

"I sure have," Tim replied, his voice deeper and more masculine that on his previous visit. "I'm at the gym four or five times a week. I'm up to 160 now, almost all muscle. And, now I need to shave every day instead of once a week. Except I don't." He chuckles as he strokes his full short blond beard.

"You've definitely grown up, that's for sure." Jackson says, with a look of appreciation. "Show us the rest of you!"

Tim gets to his feet and strips off his t-shirt. His torso is well-built, with a noticeable patch of blond hair between his pecs, bushy blond pits, and a dark blond treasure trail leading into his shorts.

"Damn, boy, you've really grown up!" Wilson exclaims.

Tim drops his shorts in one smooth action. His pubic hair has filled in nicely, and his cock seems a bit larger than it did on his last visit, but that could just be due to his growing erection. His legs now sport muscles and a dusting of hair. He turns to show the men his much rounder ass, now with a little bit of blond hair, particularly along the crack.

"I can't contain myself," Jackson says, leaping to his feet. His dick has stiffened considerably and precum is starting to drip from the tip. He grabs the younger man and kisses him deeply. He wraps his large hands around both erect cocks and strokes them together. Within seconds, both are dripping large quantities of precum.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," Wilson declares, stripping off his damp wife-beater while he walks down the short hallway to the room he and Jackson share.

Wilson stops as all three enter the room. He turns, grabs Tim roughly, and kisses him deeply. He drops his boxer shorts to the floor, and the smell of his groin fills the room.

Tim surprises both men by taking charge of the situation. He gently but firmly pushes Wilson into a kneeling position, slapping the older man's face with his now stiff cock. "Suck it, Wilson," Tim commands. Wilson complies without a word. Soon, his nose is buried in Tim's bush and his throat pulses on the head of Tim's dick.

"Good boy," Tim says, fully appreciating the irony of the reversal of roles from two years earlier. Tim grabs the older man's head and starts skull-fucking him aggressively. Wilson gags a couple of times, much to Tim's delight. "That's it," Tim chortles. "Take that cock deep. Choke on it!" Wilson's reply is unintelligible.

"Jackson," Tim commands. "Get over here and eat my ass!"

"Gladly," Jackson replies. He gets down on his knees behind Tim and firmly pulls his buns apart. Tim's pink hole is pulsing, surrounded by a delicate ring of hair. Jackson goes to town, attempting to reach Tim's prostate using just his tongue.

"This is heaven," Tim exclaims. "You ready to swallow my load, Wilson?" Wilson nods his assent.

And then Tim reaches orgasm, his dick nearly choking Wilson as it expands. His sphincter clamps down firmly on Jackson's tongue as he spasms.

Soon, the explosion is over. Still twitching, Tim climbs onto the king-sized bed and asks Wilson and Jackson to join him. "Jerk off and cum on me," he says.

It doesn't take long for Wilson to unload a large, thick load onto Tim's chest. Jackson follows soon thereafter.

The three men collapse into a cuddle-pile, with arms and legs sprawled across each other.

"You've really have grown up!" Wilson says. "You're not the chicken-shit little virgin you were before!"

"I learned a lot that weekend," Tim replies.

"So, did you come back to learn some more?" Jackson teases.

"Something like that," Tim smiles. "I've been practicing."

"Practicing, eh?" Wilson laughs.

"Yeah," Tim replies. "I've been fucking one of my professors for the past year."

Jackson whistles, "Wow, sounds like a story there!"

"So I went to this Physics professor's office hours to ask why I got a B-minus on my midterm," Tim began. "The prof is a big bear of a man; kinda like you, Wilson, only hairier!"

"I doubt that," Wilson replies.

"He's Italian," Tim explains. "You can't see the skin underneath his hairy chest."

"Well, then, maybe he is hairier," Wilson concedes.

"Anyway, he offers to raise my grade if I let him suck my dick," Tim continues. "So I drop my pants and he kneels and swallows me whole. He's jacking his hairy, uncut dick the whole time, until I dumped a load down his throat. Almost immediately, he sprayed his jizz all over the lower part of my jeans and on my shoes."

Tim's story is giving all three men new erections. Jackson starts stroking himself.

"The thing that he didn't know is that I was recording the entire encounter on my phone, which was in my pocket. I managed to get my minus changed to a plus, and went on my way."

Precum is oozing from Jackson's dick.

"Later, I listened to the recording, and it was pure gold. The guy was clearly bargaining my grade for sex. And begging the whole time!"

"I went back to his office and told him I'd expose him unless he yielded to me. Within minutes, he had locked his door, stripped naked, and leaned over his desk presenting his hairy ass to me. 'You can fuck me anytime you want,' he said. I shoved my hard dick into him without lube. I know it hurt because he let out a loud yelp."

Wilson is now jerking his cock like a teenager.

"I've been fucking him at least three times a week ever since. Instead of going to his office, we've been doing it at his apartment when his wife isn't there. I let him fuck me a few times, and he's had "friends" over about once a month. More cocksuckers, more asses to fuck, more opportunities to get fucked, more experience."

"What a stud!" Jackson exclaims.

"Our little boy is growing up," Wilson says, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye.

Tim laughs. "Careful! I just might make you cry real tears, Wilson!"

Wilson is startled. "I think our boy needs a refresher on his place in this household," Wilson says, a trace of anger in his voice.

"Perhaps you two need to re-learn my place in this household relative to you two," Tim replies with a sinister smile. "I'm not the scared little wimp you--let's be honest--kidnapped two years ago."

Wilson lets out a nervous laugh. Jackson says, "Maybe we should consider setting a safe word."

"That would be an excellent idea," Tim replies, without smiling at all. "What's it going to be?"

"Orange," Wilson and Jackson reply simultaneously.

"Orange it is," Tim smiles, with a sinister wink.

Tim climbs off the bed, leaving his two cop friends puzzled. "So, Wilson, when are you going to give me your ass? I think after all you put me through that weekend, you deserve to have my cock inside you. Perhaps alongside Jackson's."

Wilson looks simultaneously surprised and annoyed. Tim continues, "I know you're going to tell me that only Jackson is allowed to fuck you, but that monopoly ends today. Anyway, I remember watching some fat-cocked Latino fuck your brains out after you had all had your way with me!" Tim remembers when a drug-addled Wilson let a short Latino colleague take his hairy ass assertively.

"Who do you think you are, you little brat!" Wilson yells, standing up, his face inches away from Tim's. Without missing a beat, Tim reaches down and grabs Wilson's testicles, squeezing them hard.

"I'm your master now, you fat old fuck!" Wilson doubles over in pain and blanches at Tim's assertiveness. Jackson stands nearby, his mouth agape. "Damn, man," is all he can muster. "Maybe we taught him too well!"

Tim chuckles darkly. "You sure taught me a lot, gentlemen. Especially about humiliation." Five minutes later, Wilson has nearly recovered from his testicular torture, but is reeling from the role reversal.

"You already made me eat your ass last time, Wilson," Tim says, remembering the phrase 'treat it like a melting ice cream cone on a hot day.' "Now it's time for you to stick your tongue as far up my ass as you can. Then a little further." He climbs on his hands and knees on the bed, his ass spread wide and his hole beckoning Wilson's tongue. Wilson is impressed with what he sees. No more scrawny, hairless thighs, no more pathetic skinny butt. Now two beautiful round buns, beefier thighs, and a beautiful hole surrounded by a ring of hair, pulsing expectantly. "Quit skylarking and get your tongue in my hole, Wilson!"

Wilson complies, something new for him. He licks and kisses Tim's anus tenderly, and starts probing. "Deeper, Wilson!" Tim commands. Wilson plunges his tongue as deeply as he can. Tim groans appreciatively. Wilson gets carried away, tonguing frantically. Tim starts stroking his cock. "You ready to get fucked, Wilson? I've been dreaming of penetrating you for nearly two years!"

Wilson chuckles nervously. "Uh, yes, Tim!" Tim glares at him sternly. "I mean, yes, Sir!" Wilson corrects himself.

Wilson is on his knees with his ass spread wide. It's as hairy and fragrant as Tim remembers. He leans over and rims the officer's hole. It's nothing resembling licking a melting ice cream cone, but more like a starving man eating a peach. It's definitely enough to satisfy Wilson. Tim's had plenty of practice since the first time he rimmed anyone.

Tim stands and presses the head of his cock against Wilson's tight pucker. Wilson's sphincter finally relents, and Tim's glans pops into Wilson's anus.

"It's a good thing you're not as hung as Jackson," Wilson says, gritting his teeth against the discomfort of Tim's invasion. Tim picks up the pace, pounding Wilson's prostate relentlessly. Wilson is groaning like a speared pig, and precum is flowing out of his stiffening cock.

Jackson is watching the action, jacking himself off intensely. Watching another man penetrating his lover gets him hot and bothered. "Hell yeah, Tim! Fuck that bastard. Show him who's boss!"

A few minutes later, Tim withdraws, motioning for Jackson to take his place. "Thanks for loosening him up for me," Jackson says, plunging into Wilson all the way to the hilt. Wilson screams, even though he's experienced his partner's cock in his ass a thousand times over the years. Tim observes the insertion closely, like it's a sex education video. The sight is breathtaking for Tim. Wilson's tight sphincter is reluctantly yielding to Jackson's notable girth, Jackson's foreskin is retracting as the ring is breached. The plentiful hair circling Wilson's hole clings to Jackson's thick cock. Wilson's cries match Jackson's insertions. Jackson is excited by having Tim watch so intently, and without warning, he ejaculates, pumping a load into Wilson's battered rectum. Jackson notices that Tim is stroking himself intensely, and withdraws from Wilson. "C'mon Tim! Push your load in here with mine!" Without missing a beat, Tim plunges his cock into Wilson's sticky, steaming hole and after a few thrusts, shoots his load, mixing it thoroughly with Jackson's.

Tim pulls out, and admires the handiwork he and Jackson share. Their mixed cum is flowing out of Wilson, soaking his taint and pooling on the bed beneath him. Wilson's ass looks brutalized. But he's been handling his own cock the whole time, and seconds later it adds his contribution to the pooled semen on the bed.

The three men collapse into each others' arms on the mattress. The room reeks of testosterone and sweat. None of them notice the smell or each other as they each drift off to sleep.

**Friday Morning**

The alarm goes off at 5:30. Wilson and Jackson groan simultaneously. "Fuck!"

They drag their naked asses out of bed and into the sizable master bathroom. The shower being spacious enough for three, they invite Tim to join them. They enjoy lathering each other, thoroughly cleaning each other's nooks and crannies. Each has at least one orgasm under the warm water, mostly brought about by soapy handjobs.

As the water runs cold, they exit the shower, towel themselves off, and, still completely naked, head into the kitchen. "So, Tim," Wilson says as they down a pot of coffee. "We've got to go to work today, but it was great to have you visit. We would love to see you again!"

"Just try and get rid of me," Tim says, smiling but with a dark undertone. "I will definitely be visiting you again, before you know it. Say, are you still having those Sunday cop orgies? I'd love to see Lane and DiNapoli again!" Tim has a warm spot in his heart for the two young, dark-haired, hairy officers who were notably kind and considerate of Tim's needs, especially when compared to their colleagues. Along with Jackson, these two made Tim know that his long-simmering curiosity had been resolved: He is gay.

Jackson and Wilson exchange a smile. "Maybe. Come back on Sunday, and find out!"

"As long as Wilson is the pig in the sling, I'm here!" Tim says, with a lustful chuckle.

Jackson lets out a hearty laugh, while Wilson shifts uncomfortably. "We'll see, kid. We'll see," Wilson says. The trio get dressed and leave the house together. Their cars are parked next to each other in the driveway. With a hearty wave, Wilson and Jackson head to the station and Tim heads back to campus, just in time for his English class.

**Interlude**

Tim spends Friday afternoon and all day Saturday following his usual routine. He spends hours at the gym, but only one or two of those hours lifting weights or taking laps in the pool. Otherwise, he's hanging around the locker room, showers, and sauna, sucking, fucking, and jacking off. By Saturday night, he's cum at least a dozen times and has had the pleasure of fucking two of the popular members of the football team, one of them a defensive lineman and the other the backup quarterback. He got pounded by an amazingly hung sophomore who is becoming a regular. Most gratifying, he's had an appreciative audience for nearly every encounter. By the time he returns to his apartment, he's exhausted but eagerly anticipating the nonstop orgy planned for the following afternoon. To say that Tim has changed over the past two years would be an understatement.

To be continued...