Tim and Hank

Published on Apr 24, 2023

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Tim and Hank: Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Tim

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Tim

Pete and I had been fooling around in secret for about a month. He showed up on my doorstep one Saturday night in April with a small brown paper bag. I wasn't too surprised to see him because he often stopped by unannounced. I was surprised at how drunk he was, though.

"Did you drive here?" I asked him as I shut the door behind him.

"Mm-hmm," he said as he pulled me to him. His hard pouty lips covered mine and I closed my eyes and let him kiss me.

"You shouldn't do that," I said. "I would have come and picked you up."

"I got something for you," he said playfully as he wiggled the paper bag.

"Really? What is it?" I asked as I tried to peek in the bag.

He hid it behind his back.

"I'll show you in a little bit. But you gotta do something for me first."

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear, so his flaccid penis flopped right out. I did as he expected and dropped down to my knees and took him into my mouth. I sucked and licked and stroked the shaft. He slowly stiffened in my mouth. When it was hard and curving upwards, he pulled me up to my feet and pushed me towards the bedroom.

I walked down the hall into the master bedroom with Pete right behind me.

Pete pulled my clothes off and stripped his own clothes. He pushed me onto the bed and crawled on top of me. We started making out hot and heavy. He moved between my legs and poked and ground his dick between my legs. He kept rubbing the head of his dick into my crack.

"I'm gonna fuck you," he growled.

He opened the bag and pulled out a tube of KY. He squeezed some out onto his fingers and spread it around my hole. He squeezed out a little more and pushed his finger into me. He finger banged me hard as he sucked on my neck. I squirmed under him uncomfortably as he fingered me.

"Slower, Pete," I whimpered.

He pulled a box of condoms out of the bag, opened it and pulled one out. He tore open the package and rolled it onto his steel hard rod and then lubed it up.

"Turn over, on all fours," he commanded.

I turned over and got up on my hands and knees. He knelt behind me and pushed into me a little faster than I would have liked. I grunted in pain. I was kind of glad that he wasn't hung big like Hank was, or it really would have hurt.

"Pete, go slow," I begged through gritted teeth. "It hurts."

Pete grabbed my hips and held me tight to him. When I started to get used to him being inside me, he started slowly moving in and out of my ass. He gripped my hips tight and pumped harder and faster, harder and faster. Within a couple of minutes, he started breathing and grunting loudly.

"Oh, fuck your ass is so fuckin' good, boy," he grunted. "Here it comes!"

He thrust hard into me and held still as his body jerked. He grunted over and over as he filled the condom with his seed. When he came down from his climax, he pulled his softening dick out of me. He fell back onto the bed on his back, panting and trying to catch his breath. I collapsed next to him and rolled over onto my back. My dick was red and throbbing, laying flat against my belly. Pete turned on his side and flicked and pinched my nipples.

"You want me to stay the night?" he asked as nibbled my ear.

"Okay."

"I didn't bring any clothes with me, so I need to head out in the morning to change. When I come back, we can go grab something to eat. But I gotta do laundry sometime tomorrow."

"You can do your laundry here if you want."

"Shit, it'd be easier if I just stayed here."

Pete kissed my neck and caressed his hand up between my legs. He wrapped his fingers around my dick and then slowly stroked me, getting me closer and closer. It had been a long time since I had been touched. I quivered and my body shuddered.

"Pete, please..."

"Would you like that, baby?" he growled into my ear. "You want me here every night?"

Pete's hand moved faster on my shaft and my body trembled and went rigid.

"Yeah," I moaned.

"Good. We'll take care of it tomorrow."

"Oh, god... Pete, I'm gonna come..."

I gripped the sheets tight in my fists and arched my back up, crying out in pleasure. My first shot flew out and splattered on Pete's stomach and the remaining spurts landed on my own chest and stomach. Pete let go of my dick and wiped his hand on my chest.

"Get something to clean this mess up," he said.

I tried to catch my breath and I got up and went down the hall to the bathroom. I ran a washcloth under the hot water and cleaned myself off, then rinsed the washcloth and wrung it out. I walked back to the bedroom to find Pete asleep. I took the warm washcloth and gently wiped him clean. I tossed the washcloth into the basket in the closet and climbed back into bed. I pushed up next to him and I laid my head under his armpit, next to his chest.

He was already snoring and I drifted off right after him.

***

I woke the next morning and had to pee really bad. I grabbed my glasses from the nightstand and looked at the clock. It was almost 11:00 AM. I couldn't believe we slept in that late.

I moved Pete's arm and quietly got out of bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I washed my hands and brushed my teeth and returned to the bedroom. Pete was sitting up on the side of the bed. I smiled when I saw him. He almost looked cute. His eyes were droopy and his hair was plastered to the side of his head... his half-erect penis lay plump over his balls.

"Did you make the coffee yet?" he grumbled with a rough and scratchy voice.

"Not yet."

"What the fuck you waiting for?" he said in an annoyed tone.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"I'm gonna take a shower."

Pete walked down the hallway to the bathroom, naked and scratching his butt. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went back to the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee.

I jumped in surprise when the doorbell rang. I walked to the front door and looked out the peephole. It was Jeff. Shit.

"Tim, open the door," he said. "I can see the top of your head in the window."

Damn. I didn't even think about the fact that the top of the door had those little windows. I sighed and opened the door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm picking you up to go to lunch with me and Hank. Who's bike is that in the driveway?"

"Jeff, I can't--"

"How's it goin', boss?" a voice came from behind me.

I felt a wave of nausea sweep over me. I turned around to see Pete walking out of the bathroom and down the hallway. He was buck naked and dripping wet, his dick flopping back and forth as he approached us. He was running a towel through his hair. He wrapped the towel around his waist and shook Jeff's hand. Jeff's ears turned red and his jaw tightened.

I felt like I was going to throw up.

"You tell him the good news, Tim?" Pete asked me.

I swallowed nervously. "Um, not yet."

"Okay," Pete said. "I'm gonna go get dressed and then we can head out to get my stuff."

Pete smacked me on the ass and headed back down the hall to the bedroom.

"I need to talk to you for a minute," Jeff said to me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me outside onto the porch and shut the door behind him.

"Are you fucking out your mind?" he asked, trying to keep his voice down. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Jeff--"

"How long has this been going on?"

"Um, like a couple weeks after he started working... almost a couple of months, I guess."

"Tim, this guy is bad news, I'm telling you. And what's this about getting his stuff? Please tell me you're not letting him move in here with you."

I didn't say anything. I just looked away from his eyes.

"Holy fuck," Jeff said. "Dad is going to hit the fucking roof when he finds out. You know how this is gonna look when everyone finds out that you're fucking one of the other employees?"

"Oh, my god. What do I do?"

"Don't ask me. This is your bullshit."

"You don't have to be such a jerk about it," I said defensively. "Can't you be happy for me?"

"You're making the biggest mistake of your life and-- You know what? I can't fucking deal with you right now."

Jeff turned his back on me and walked back to his truck. He glared at me as he pulled out of the driveway and sped off.

Pete and I picked up his stuff that afternoon. All he really had was clothes and tools, so it was just one quick trip. He checked out of the motel and moved into my place. That evening he asked me to wash his clothes, so I threw them in with my own and I washed and folded everything and put it away.

***

Jeff was right. Dad was really upset with me. Jeff had told him that I was having sex with Pete and that he moved in with me. Apparently there had been rumors about us as well.

When Dad came into the job trailer on Tuesday morning, I had never seen him so mad. Certainly never this angry directed towards me. He slammed the door shut as he walked in.

"What the hell are you thinking?" he shouted at me. "Do you even understand how you have humiliated me in front of my employees? They're all talking about how Pete's fucking the boss's son. They think he's getting special favors and more money. And you don't even want to know the things they're saying about you. I am so disappointed in you. I can't even fucking look at you."

When he told me how disappointed in me he was, I nearly broke down, but I set my jaw and lifted my chin up.

"It's none of their business," I said defiantly, before adding, "And it's none of yours, either, so butt out."

I regretted it as soon as it came out of my mouth. Dad's face turned beet red and he stormed out of the trailer and slammed the door so hard behind him that the entire wall rattled. I ran into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat and buried my face in my hands and sobbed.

Dad pretty much stopped talking to me and would barely look me in the eye, which upset me greatly. I regretted what I said to him and I wished I could take it back. I didn't know what to do to fix it.

Then Jeff and I started fighting about everything, especially Pete.

"Tim, I don't get it. What do you see in this guy? He's a fucking loser."

"He likes me," I said quietly. "He's nice to me."

"He's using you. Is he even paying you rent? Helping you out at all?"

"He's not using me. Besides... no one else wants me."

"Are you fucking kidding? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You're cute. You got the best of both Mom and Dad's looks, and you got a nice body. Why are you settling for someone like this guy?"

"If I was so cute, then why... You know what, it doesn't matter. I like Pete."

"For someone so smart, you are acting like a fucking idiot."

Jeff was starting to make me really mad.

"Why don't you mind your own fucking business?" I said, raising my voice. "You think you know everything. You don't know anything about me! I'm so sick of you trying to tell me what to do. Just leave me alone!"

"You know what, Tim? Fuck you. Don't come crawling to me when he's taken everything you got and left you in tears."

After that, Jeff stopped talking to me entirely.

Later that week, Pete and I were sitting at home watching TV. When I told Pete how upset I was that Dad and Jeff weren't speaking to me, I started crying. Pete wasn't very sympathetic.

"Dad has never been mad at me like this," I said. "I don't know what to do to fix it."

I linked my arm around his and squeezed it as I laid my head on his shoulder.

"Shut the hell up with the crying," he said as he pushed me off him. "Christ. You're giving me a fucking headache."

I looked back at him in surprise and my jaw dropped. I couldn't believe how mean he was being and I cried even harder.

"If you're not gonna shut your mouth, I'll shut it for you," he said as he stood up and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.

He grabbed my head and shut me up by shoving his dick into my mouth and fucking my face until he came. Afterward, he did up his pants and sat back down on the couch and started flipping through the channels.

I got up and went to the bathroom and washed my face. I put the toilet lid down and sat there for a few minutes trying to settle my nerves.

I let out a deep breath and then went to the kitchen to start dinner.

Next: Chapter 32


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