Tim Becomes Trouble Pt. 02

Tim Evans is definitely not nervous.

It's one in the afternoon on a Sunday in September. He's driven to the same nondescript cul-de-sac and parked in front of the same unremarkable rancher that he visited just two days earlier. He boldly walks up to the door and, knowing it is unlocked, strides into the house like it's his own home.

"I'm here," he calls out, to no response. He follows the sound of men's voices coming from the garage. He walks into the cavernous empty space and is delighted to see five naked men comparing their erect cocks.

"Tim's here!" Jackson announces. Tim strips off the skimpy clothing he has on, a thin t-shirt, a pair of running shorts and a pair of sneakers. His cock is rapidly approaching the state of arousal shared by the other men in the room.

"Tim? Li'l Tim? The kid we gave a workout to a while back?" The speaker was Officer Ron DiNapoli, the olive-skinned, dark-haired, goateed rookie that had carved a special place in Tim's heart with his kindness and concern for his well being. His goatee is now a full beard, trimmed close to meet department regulations, but with a sheen that made it practically glow. His swimmers build has beefed up a bit, but his body hair gives it even more appealing appearance.

DiNapoli hugs Tim and picks him up, rubbing Tim's cock against his hairy chest. Lowering him back to his feet, the two kiss passionately, their cocks poking persistently at each other.

"God damn, you've filled out," DiNapoli says appreciatively. He rubs his hands over Tim's new beard, not nearly as thick and full as his own, but still a great complement to his face. "Fuck!, I thought you were hot as a freshman, but now I'll bet you have your pick of the co-eds!"

"Nah, just the jocks and frat boys," Tim replied. "And the occasional professor or TA."

DiNapoli let out a low whistle. "So you're on our team now, eh? Hey, Jon, get over here. You remember little Timmy, right?"

Sergeant Jonathan Lane comes over and wraps his arm around DiNapoli's waist. He let out a wolf-whistle when he realizes he's looking at Tim. "Damn, boy, you've really grown up!" Lane still has a shaved head, but his stubble, like DiNapoli's goatee, has become a full beard. He hugs Tim tight, their cocks intertwining. Thankfully, Lane's crotch now features a full, dense bush rather than the barren skin that he had the last time.

Lane leans in and whispers into Tim's ear. "My husband and I would love to have you visit us some time." Tim had noticed the matching gold rings on the two men's left ring fingers. "Make sure we have your number before we leave!"

Tim nearly faints. Getting together with these two studs was a dream he's had since he first met them. He reaches out and grabs each one's cock, slowly stroking them. "I wouldn't miss it!"

These were the two Tim had desperately hoped would be there. Jackson comes over, exclaiming, "Hey you two, quit hogging the guest of honor!" The four share a laugh

As is his habit, Wilson takes over the hosting duties. "That's right, everyone, Tim is back and has learned a lot since we last saw him a couple of years ago. A whole lot!" The group groans at the lame pun.

Tim realizes that the fifth man hadn't been at the earlier party. He is a big blond bear of a man, six-six, three-hundred fur-covered pounds. His thick, ginger, longish beard makes it abundantly clear that he isn't from the police department. Out of his knot of strawberry blond pubic hair juts what Tim takes to be a nine-inch uncircumcised cock. Tim is speechless.

Wilson grabs Tim's shoulder and brings him over to the new guy. "Tim, this is Sven. He's a gardener and general handyman who lives a few houses down and across the street. He's been, um, helping Jackson and me with anything we need done around the house."

"Anything!" Jackson chimes in.

Sven wraps his arms around Tim and hoists him up into the air, crushing our no-longer wispy teen against his amazingly hairy chest. "I've heard so much about you, boy! And when the guys told me that you were coming over today, I canceled everything to be here!"

Sven lowers Tim to the ground, making sure that Tim's cock rubs against his hairy belly and that his own stiff cock gets stuck, briefly, between Tim's legs. "Pleased to meet you, Sven!" Tim stammers, completely overwhelmed by the Viking masculinity of this latest specimen of manhood.

Wilson continues addressing the group. "One of Tim's conditions for showing up today was that I be the lucky occupant of the sling for the entire afternoon."

Lane and DiNapoli gasp in disbelief, but Sven laughs heartily. "So these guys think that you're still an exclusive top?" he chuckles. "You haven't told them about exactly how I've been 'helping' you and Jackson around the house?" Wilson blushes, a condition that does not happen often.

"That's right guys, I've taught Wilson the joys of being versatile," he turns to address the assembly. "I love getting fucked just as much as I like fucking, and Wilson is starting to get the idea. Now, are we ready to party?"

Unlike Tim's last visit, there are no drugs present. There had been a crackdown on off-duty drug use in the police department, so these four officers had given them up entirely.

Wilson climbs into the sling, and Jackson binds his wrists and ankles to the frame. "C'mon, Tim, you get the first honors!"

Tim approaches the sling, and stares Wilson directly in the eyes. "You ready for this?"

"Yes," Wilson replies, evenly. "I think you know now that I can take it."

Tim kneels down, and starts licking and probing Wilson's hairy asshole with his tongue. Wilson's hole pulses, and he starts to groan. "I haven't even put anything inside you yet!" Tim protests.

The other four men laugh. "Yeah, but you have an exceptionally skilled tongue, Timothy," Wilson replies.

Tim ignores the use of his full name and resumes the oral assault on Wilson's most private area. Wilson's anus is getting puffy and pink from the concentrated attention it's getting. Tim stands and applies a generous amount of lube to his cock and Wilson's pucker, pushing some of the lube into the opening to make it all easier. Tim places the head of his dick against Wilson's ass, and gently inserts it. He breaches Wilson's hole surprisingly easily, but one glimpse of Sven's impressive manhood provides a ready explanation: Wilson has, literally, opened up.

Tim establishes a steady rhythm, adjusting his angle to reach every part of Wilson's ass. Wilson yelps every time Tim brushes against his prostate. After about ten minutes, Wilson's eyes glaze over, he tilts his head back, and a huge glob of cum shoots out of his big cock, hands free. The cum lands on his chin, and drips down to pool on his chest. Tim then unleashes his own load into Wilson, feeling intense pleasure at having returned the favor to his former tormentor.

Detective Lane is next in line. Unlike the tender way he treated Tim in their first encounter, Lane wastes no time shoving his cock into Wilson. It's as if these two have history and Lane is fulfilling a resentful dream. Wilson lets out a yelp at the abruptness of the insertion, but soon is distracted by the smooth way Lane massages his prostate with the head of his cock. Lane takes Wilson's girthy, sticky cock in his hand and jacks it in rhythm to his thrusts.

"I don't think I can cum yet," Wilson says, ruefully.

"Don't sell me short," Lane responds, redoubling his efforts to massage Wilson's prostate from the inside.

It's mere minutes before Lane makes good on his promise. Thanks to Lane's careful attention to Wilson's dick, there is an eruption of cum gushing into his bush. This triggers Lane's own orgasm, and his thick white load is deposited deep inside Wilson, mingling with Tim's

Lane slowly withdraws and rubs Wilson's belly. "Thank you, Jon," Wilson croaks. It may be the first time that Wilson has thanked anyone other than Jackson immediately after sex.

Jackson opts to pass on his turn, explaining that he had fucked Wilson twice that morning. Sven steps up into the vacancy, and begins by slapping Wilson's face with his gargantuan cock. Wilson tries vainly to take it into his mouth, but it just won't fit. Sven chuckles, and takes up position between Wilson's legs. His huge beard soon engulfs Wilson's impressive dick, while two or three fingers from his right hand are probing into Wilson's ass. The fingers and tongue soon switch places, as Sven simultaneously give Wilson a rim job and a hand job.

Wilson is moaning loudly when Sven stands up and positions himself for the insertion. The purple tip of his cock is barely exposed, his foreskin covering the tender glans nearly completely. With a quick buck of his hips, Sven breaches Wilson's sphincter and slowly but insistently slides his cock in to the hilt.

Wilson is overwhelmed to the point of not being able to breathe for at least thirty seconds. With a loud groan, he yields to the presence of one of the biggest dicks anyone present had ever seen, deep inside his bowels. Sven picks up the pace, bashing his pubic bone against Wilson's ass and causing the entire sling structure to creak threateningly. But everything holds, including Wilson's ass.

Sven's eyes widen, and he nearly stops thrusting. Wilson knows what this means, and braces himself for the onslaught of semen flooding his rectum. With a cry, Sven begins the forty-five second process of ejaculating. His wail is enough to wake the dead, but his trembling legs signal that he is experiencing something special.

Finally spent, Sven withdraws from Wilson, shuddering as his glans touches anything. The three loads that Wilson had absorbed thus far flow out of his anus, collecting in a sizable pool beneath the sling.

This leaves DiNapoli feeling the pressure. He starts by kissing Wilson. then taking Wilson's knobby cock into his mouth, giving a wonderful humming blow job. Wilson's whole body is shaking, partly in response to the humming and partly as aftershocks of the fucking Sven had delivered.

DiNapoli moves his musical oral sex to Wilson's stretched out ass, and the vibrations resonate though his body. DiNapoli is characteristically thorough, and his saliva has soothed Wilson's sphincter to some extent. Finally, DiNapoli presses his glans against Wilson's pucker, and slides right in to the previously forbidden territory.

DiNapoli is one of the most considerate lovers on earth, and in fucking Wilson, he is delivering something Wilson can barely understand. Even with the man he's loved and lived with for years, and until recently the only man he had allowed to fuck him, nothing has ever been quite like this. DiNapoli's slow, deliberate thrusts, combined with the look of concentration on his face, makes any recipient feel like they are the only two people in the world. Wilson's eyes are truly opened, and he may have finally learned that sex is not just about domination and taking, but about engaging and giving.

DiNapoli's orgasm is not dramatic, but it is deep and satisfying. Wilson is stimulated in ways he's never experienced, and without warning, a strong orgasm wracks his body. He doesn't have a lot of seed to give, but what there is oozes into his thick bush.

When both men have recovered just a little bit, Wilson grabs DiNapoli's arm and pulls him in for a kiss. "My god," he whispers, "That was amazing! Thank you!"

Wilson's time in the sling has come to an end, but the party is far from over. Sven climbs into the sling, causing everything to creak and threaten to fall apart. "That's okay," Jackson says. "It's rated for up to 950 pounds."

Sven chuckles. "Tim, my boy, I want to feel you inside me. C'mere and fill me up!"

Blushing, Tim approaches the sling. He pauses to take Sven's head in his hands and kiss him deeply. He runs his hands over Sven's impossibly hairy chest, arms, and shoulders. He sticks his fingers into Sven's beard, which closes around them like a trap. Finally Tim takes up his position between Sven's tree-trunk like thighs, lifts the man's penis and testicles out of the way, and beholds one of the most amazing sights he's ever seen, including in porn.

To say that Sven has a hairy taint and asshole would be an understatement. His skin is almost impossible to see through the forest of follicles. There's enough of a clearing to reveal Tim's ultimate objective, Sven's unnaturally pink asshole. Like everything else about Sven, his anus is super-sized, roughly as far across as a half-dollar. But it is tightly closed, looking like nothing could ever penetrate it.

Tim suspects he has the key. Inhaling Sven's intense musk, he places his nose against the pucker. He rubs his moustache against the wrinkled skin. Finally, he bravely touches the tip of his tongue to the dead center of the hole. There is movement, almost imperceptible, but Sven is groaning. Tim licks and probes with increasing intensity, and all of a sudden, the door is unlocked, and Tim's tongue is welcomed into a whole new world.

Sven is groaning loudly. "Fuck me, Tim! I want you inside me right now!"

Tim gently presses his stiff cock against the resistance point. It gives way with little fuss, and suddenly Tim finds himself in a warm, damp place. Sven lets out a long, basso groan. Tim slides in a little further. Sven clenches slightly, and Tim feels his dick crushed from all directions. But the clench gives way, and Tim slides in smoothly, scraping Sven's prostate easily.

"Go for it, Tim my boy," Sven encourages. Tim picks up the pace, and Sven offers only token resistance, enough to heighten the friction between the two men's intimate skin. Tim feels the heat rising as his cock thrusts in and out, in and out, each time a little deeper or shallower than the last. Sven is groaning even louder, and his humongous cock is seeping precum like a water faucet.

Tim and Sven lock eyes, and without a word, they know that it's time for them to cum together. Sven feels Tim's cock swell. Tim feels Sven's ass clench. And in unison, they yell "Oh, Fuck!" as each man ejaculates at exactly the same time.

The other four men have been observing the coupling with mouths agape and hands vigorously stroking their cocks. One by one, they shoot their loads, achieving impressive distance and/or volume.

Tim has collapsed onto Sven's cum-soaked belly, unable to form coherent words. Sven is in pure bliss, wishing only that he could kiss Tim right now. "Soon my Viking! Soon!" Tim says, telepathically.

Tim puts the weight capacity of the sling to the test by climbing up and settling on Sven's chest. They kiss as they had just promised.

The sex part of the party having clearly come to an end, it's time to line up for showers. Tim would love to join Lane and DiNapoli, but Jackson has already encircled them and led them off to the big shower. That leaves Tim with Wilson and Sven, who stand together in the garage, trading kisses.

"I learned something today," Wilson says, thoughtfully. "I've been too stingy with sex ever since puberty. I was generally focused on my own pleasure, sometimes at the expense of others. Okay, almost always at the expense of others. But today I felt something deeper. It didn't matter whether or not I had an orgasm. I was much more interested in whether my partner at the time did. Knowing that I had given pleasure made my own that much better."

He turns to Tim, and wraps his arms around him. "You had a lot to do with showing me that, kiddo." Turning to Sven, "And you made it impossible to overlook."

Tim and Sven are both beaming. The three men exchange kisses, deeper and more meaningful than they had been before. Over the past two years, Tim had learned something too, about the intersection of sex and love. He knew he would not give up his free-wheeling sexual activity at college, but he also knew that he could form lasting, loving friendships that included sex as part of the bond.

The shower having cleared, Tim, Sven, and Wilson pass the other three men on the way down the hall. Tim is overwhelmed by just how uniquely beautiful they each are.

Tim and the others enjoy a wonderful shower, lathering each other up and rinsing each other off. Erections prevailed, but nobody felt it necessary to cum again.

Wrapped in towels, the trio rejoin the others in the living room. As one might expect, it's a most immodest gathering and the three drop their towels and sit on the couches, drinking the beer and chowing down on the pizza that had magically appeared.

"Did you flash the delivery boy again?" Wilson asks Jackson.

Jackson lets out a low chuckle. "Well, I did give him a generous tip!"

Tim's adventures will continue.