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Timothy - 5. Chapter 5

One night, I finished my homework earlier than I expected, so I went to the common room to catch up on the news on tv. Johnny was there talking to a young man I didn’t know.

“Hey Tim, Have you met Albert?”

“No”

“Albert, this is Tim. He lives across from me. Timmy, Al lives in the first apartment on your right.”

I shook his hands. “I wondered who lived in that apartment. Do you know who lives across from you, Albert?”

“No, I see him sometimes. He doesn’t say anything. Just walks by.”

I thought that was strange. I guess everyone is entitled to their privacy. I sat down on the sofa and began to watch tv. Albert excused himself, leaving Johnny and me.

I was sitting on the sofa next to Albert, so Johnny moved over and took his seat when he left. As we watched tv, Johnny put his hand on my leg. I tensed, “Relax”

I did, but Johnny started to move his hand up my leg. He was clever, he would call my attention to something on tv, removing his hand, and when he would put his hand back on my leg, it was a little closer to my crutch. He continued until he put his hand on my crutch, squeezing my dick. I’m a young man, and soon I was chubbing up. Johnny knew what he was doing.

“Johnny, no.”

“Come on. I know you want it. You’re getting hard.” And he was right.

Johnny was persistent. He unzipped my pants and had my cock in his mouth. Visions of Donnie returned, only he was smiling. “Johnny, I’m going to cum.” Johnny kept sucking, and soon he got his award.

I was embarrassed, and I felt I was cheating on Donnie. I went to my room and took a shower. While I was in the shower, I didn’t hear Johnny come in until he got in the shower with me. “Johnny!”

“Shhh. Relax.”

Johnny started to wash my back. I turned around, and when I saw his cock, there was no way I wanted that in my ass. Donnie was big enough. “No, Johnny.”

“You can take it. I’ll just rub it in your crack.”

I was still concerned. “This is my finger.” He put his finger in and found my prostrate. He started to rub it gently, and I began to get a hard-on. He reached around and started to jerk me off. Distracting me, he put the head of his cock into my ass. He began to rub my tits while jerking my cock. My mind wasn’t focused on what he was doing. I was thinking of Donnie. I came back to earth when I realized he had his cock in my ass.

“Johnny. No.”

“Relax, you have most of it.”

I did relax, and Johnny took advantage of that. He was in and started to fuck me. I came twice before he came once. We finished showering.

Johnny left, I went to bed. Sometime during the night, Johnny came and got in my bed. I realized I wasn’t alone when I felt him penetrating me again. This time I was on my stomach. Johnny kept whispering in my ears. “You are the best fuck I have had all year.”

When Johnny came, he didn’t withdraw. I was surprised since when Donnie was finished, my ass muscles pushed him out. That night Johnny fucked me three times. My ass was sore.

In the morning, as I was taking a shower, Johnny came into the kitchen. He handed me some cream. Bend over. I’ll put this in your ass, and it will help. At that time, I didn’t want anymore to do with Johnny.

My ass was sore all day. One of my classmates asked what was wrong. I told him hemorrhoids.

That night Johnny came over. I was eating my dinner. “Tim, I’m sorry.”

“Johnny. I’m not a virgin. In high school, I had a lover who was killed in the service. You brought back memories and the hurt of losing him all over again.”

Johnny got up and left. I didn’t see Johnny for a couple of months.

One Saturday, I spent the entire day mowing the lawn, washing windows, and pulling weeds in the gardens. That evening I was tired. I had a sandwich for dinner.

 

One night, I finished my homework earlier than I expected, so I went to the common room to catch up on the news on tv. Johnny was there talking to a young man I didn’t know.

“Hey Tim, Have you met Albert?”

“No”

“Albert, this is Tim. He lives across from me. Timmy, Al lives in the first apartment on your right.”

I shook his hands. “I wondered who lived in that apartment. Do you know who lives across from you, Albert?”

“No, I see him sometimes. He doesn’t say anything. Just walks by.”

I thought that was strange. I guess everyone is entitled to their privacy. I sat down on the sofa and began to watch tv. Albert excused himself, leaving Johnny and me.

I was sitting on the sofa next to Albert, so Johnny moved over and took his seat when he left. As we watched tv, Johnny put his hand on my leg. I tensed, “Relax”

I did, but Johnny started to move his hand up my leg. He was clever, he would call my attention to something on tv, removing his hand, and when he would put his hand back on my leg, it was a little closer to my crutch. He continued until he put his hand on my crutch, squeezing my dick. I’m a young man, and soon I was chubbing up. Johnny knew what he was doing.

“Johnny, no.”

“Come on. I know you want it. You’re getting hard.” And he was right.

Johnny was persistent. He unzipped my pants and had my cock in his mouth. Visions of Donnie returned, only he was smiling. “Johnny, I’m going to cum.” Johnny kept sucking, and soon he got his award.

I was embarrassed, and I felt I was cheating on Donnie. I went to my room and took a shower. While I was in the shower, I didn’t hear Johnny come in until he got in the shower with me. “Johnny!”

“Shhh. Relax.”

Johnny started to wash my back. I turned around, and when I saw his cock, there was no way I wanted that in my ass. Donnie was big enough. “No, Johnny.”

“You can take it. I’ll just rub it in your crack.”

I was still concerned. “This is my finger.” He put his finger in and found my prostrate. He started to rub it gently, and I began to get a hard-on. He reached around and started to jerk me off. Distracting me, he put the head of his cock into my ass. He began to rub my tits while jerking my cock. My mind wasn’t focused on what he was doing. I was thinking of Donnie. I came back to earth when I realized he had his cock in my ass.

“Johnny. No.”

“Relax, you have most of it.”

I did relax, and Johnny took advantage of that. He was in and started to fuck me. I came twice before he came once. We finished showering.

Johnny left, I went to bed. Sometime during the night, Johnny came and got in my bed. I realized I wasn’t alone when I felt him penetrating me again. This time I was on my stomach. Johnny kept whispering in my ears. “You are the best fuck I have had all year.”

When Johnny came, he didn’t withdraw. I was surprised since when Donnie was finished, my ass muscles pushed him out. That night Johnny fucked me three times. My ass was sore.

In the morning, as I was taking a shower, Johnny came into the kitchen. He handed me some cream. Bend over. I’ll put this in your ass, and it will help. At that time, I didn’t want anymore to do with Johnny.

My ass was sore all day. One of my classmates asked what was wrong. I told him hemorrhoids.

That night Johnny came over. I was eating my dinner. “Tim, I’m sorry.”

“Johnny. I’m not a virgin. In high school, I had a lover who was killed in the service. You brought back memories and the hurt of losing him all over again.”

Johnny got up and left. I didn’t see Johnny for a couple of months.

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Johnny is nothing more than a rapist, he needs to brought down to earth a have a serious lesson thought to him

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15 hours ago, Jondon said:

The  chapter is repeated .

I thought I had taken care of that, sorry

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15 hours ago, purrbaby said:

Why is Timothy the only tenant seemingly required to do chores?  Also, not a big fan of  Johnny ignoring when someone says “No.”

 

Probably because he is the only one who has a car and can use the garage with out paying. Johnny is a big guy and can be scary.

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14 hours ago, Kev said:

No means no, so agree with purrbaby... I don't like Johnny. I know Timmy doesn't mind doing the chores but it seems that he is the only tenant doing them. Memories can be funny things, I just wish they were all good ones. 

He has agreed to do the chores for the use of the garage.

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14 hours ago, weinerdog said:

It was  very bold of Johnny to do that in the common room Albert could have come back or Mrs. Kenner.That other tenant who doesn't say anything I wonder if Johnny got to him also and that's why he acts like that.If that is the case Mrs Kenner should be made aware of that and everything else

Johnny has always gotten his way, the football hero syndrome

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12 hours ago, Chris L said:

So, to sum it up, Johnny raped Timothy. That's typically why someone feels the need to take a shower immediately after having sex. Then he let himself in Timothy's room for another go x3. Timothy was very vulnerable and Johnny took advantage of that. One thing I despise in the world is people who are only interested in their personal gratification and not the pleasure of the other person. To me, that's called a USER! 🤬

Yes, Tim was vulnerable. He just lost Donnie, very vulnerable.

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11 hours ago, chris191070 said:

Johnny is despicable, he's a user and rapist. Mrs Kenner needs to be told, so she can throw him out.

 

Just now, CLJobe said:

I agree

I also agree.

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10 hours ago, bottomguy said:

Sounds as though Jonny is ripe for serial rapist of the week.  Tim begin to get his mind off of Donnie and pay attention to who and what is going on around him.  You would think that Tim doing all of the labor around the outside of the house he would be seeing the other boys at some point.  Either this or Tim is just enjoying the sex he is having  and does not even want to lock his door.  No wonder things like this did not happen to me when I was younger and living on my own.  But then I locked my door at night.  I guess your never too old to learn something new.  Interesting to see what is going to happen to Tim in the next few chapters. th

 

I wonder why Tim didn't lock his door. But renting a room in a home would lead one to believe that locking your door not necessary. I'm sure Mrs. Kenner knew who she rented the rooms and believed they were to be trusted.

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6 hours ago, mikedup said:

Johnny is nothing more than a rapist, he needs to brought down to earth a have a serious lesson thought to him

I'm sure you know people that can and do get away with everything. Johnny's previous experiences enforced his attitude.

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1 hour ago, jaysalmn said:

The whole Johnny situation is very disturbing. A rapist for sure! What a disgusting person. 

Maybe Johnny will redeem himself and maybe Tim wanted it to happen.  (Now I expect a lot of comments}

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In the real world this may or may not ever happen. I have been in situations where I needed to make decisions like Tim, but I wasn't dealing with the death of a lover. I'm not sure how I would react in that case.

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