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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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I really don't like Johnny and think he is a user at best.  Tim did say not, but not forcefully or physically enough.  Maybe Tim was horny enough to just let it happen even when it shouldn't happen.  I don't see any future for them together.  Johnny is definitely self centered, a slut and feels he is among the privileged class.

If I remembered correctly, Mrs Kenner made a deal with Tim to do chores in exchange Tim could park his car in the garage to protect it.  Being Tim, he is probably doing more chores than expected, because of his bond with Mrs Kenner. I don't count the shopping together as a chore, because Mrs Kenner provides companionship and good advice during their outings.  

I am curious why the common room is so rarely used by any of the tenants. You would think that they would see each other there often enough to know each other by name and maybe start some friendships.  

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