Satisfying Timothy

My gay boy encounter with sex mad virgin Timothy.

I wasn’t gay but in my younger days I seemed to attract lots of sexual interest from other boys. One incident was when I was nineteen and in my summer vacation from university. Together with my family we were away at my girl cousin's wedding. Accommodation was limited and we were staying at friends' houses. I was sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor of someone's lounge.

Our friends had a son, Timothy. He was sixteen or seventeen. He was a good looking boy with tousled blonde hair, deep set blue eyes and fit, slim and muscular. I heard he swam in the school sports team and he had the kind of figure that would look good in tiny speedo swim trunks.

It was the morning of the wedding. I was awakened early by the sound of the lounge door opening. In walked Timothy. He was in a dressing gown but as soon as the door was closed he untied the cord and let it drop off his shoulders behind him. He was stark naked and his penis was full erect sticking hard up.

He walked toward me and when he was next to me he squatted down with his legs spread wide giving me a full frontal of his cock bending up from his hanging balls to a big round purple-grey head. His shaft was big for his age, a good solid six inches of hard muscle. He didn't have much pubic hair, just a ring of brown cock fur round the base of his cock.

"Feel my cock" he said, nudging his hips toward me and setting his stiff cock swinging.

I’d played with boys before. Back at my all boys school at eighteen I'd been desperate to get a girl. Girls seemed impossible to get. But I'd soon discovered I was surrounded by boys as frustrated as me and hungry for anything our hungry young penises could get. We'd enjoyed and satisfied each other, masturbated together and hand-jobbed each other. As Timothy offered me his naked erect cock the erotic thrill of those days came back to me.

I reached across to Timothy. I knew what hungry boys wanted. My hand started on his inside thigh tops. Timothy gasped at my touch, spread his legs even wider and thrust his cock and balls toward me. I stroked his sensitive groins then moved to his big hanging balls, stroking them and ruffling his pubic hair. I slid my hand right under him to stroke him between his spread legs and to finger his anus.

Timothy was whimpering with sexual arousal and the head of his penis was almost glowing red by the time I turned my attention to his cock. It was iron bar stiff with arousal, its foreskin was smooth but rippled with upstanding veins. Its big round mushroom head was swollen by his lust and erection. I ran my fingers lightly and smoothly along its length and played with its head. A droplet of pre-cum appeared on its tip as I played with him in foreplay.

"Show me yours!" Timothy said excitedly.

I unzipped my sleeping bag and pulled down the inner bag. It had been a warm night and I'd slept in just a pair of briefs. I slipped them off so I was naked. My own penis was fully erect and arching hard up over my belly. My cock was about the same size as Timothy's but much more hairy. Free of my sleeping bag I spread my legs wide.

Timothy's hand started on my belly and slid down toward my cock. I felt almost an electric shock of sexual pleasure as Timothy's hand touched my erection-sensitised penis. His hand explored me between my legs. At university I hadn’t succeeded with girls. Back at home I’d just been solo wanking. Timothy’s excited hand playing with my cock was what I'd longed for.

Somehow I also knew he'd never touched another boy sexually. He was a virgin and I was his first conquest! My hand continued to play with him. He knelt to bend over me to play with my cock and his penis swung heavily under him. I caressed his backside. It was as smooth as a girl's. I reached my hand under him from behind to play with his anus and balls and to stroke his cock.

He leaned back and knelt beside me with his cock bending up in front of him.

"Do you wank off?" Timothy asked me. A silly question: all boys masturbate.

I told him I did. In fact my right hand had been kept very busy the night before as I thought of my girl cousin and what she and her new husband would be getting the next night.

"Wank me!" Timothy said, thrusting his hips and his quivering penis forward. "I've never been wanked by anyone else before."

I was right. He was a virgin and mine to take! I hardly needed to be asked. He knelt wide legged with his erect cock sticking straight out in front of him. It’s a great position to be hand-jobbed in as the girl or boy doing you can slide their hand under you from behind to play with your ass and balls.

So that's what I did with Timothy. His exposed cock head was glistening with pre-cum and I smeared it down his shaft. I closed my thumb and forefinger round his cock just below his head. I fondled his girl-smooth buttocks and slid my hand under him from behind to pleasure him.

Timothy groaned with pleasure as I smoothly, rhythmically and methodically stroked and tugged his shaft. At one end my hand brushed his cock fur, and the other end my fingers nearly slid off his knob. My fist lightly stroked his shaft. I got near enough to him that my own cock head poked and brushed his naked thigh. Timothy's eyes were fixed on my hand pleasuring his cock.

I'd learned long before how to make a boy wait and I treated Timothy to my skills. After minutes of my hand pleasure Timothy gasped and his penis suddenly got even harder in my hand. Its big round head had turned deep purple. He rammed his hips forward. He grunted as his cock pulsed in my hand and spurt after spurt of his white creamy semen arched from his penis and splashed onto the lounge carpet. After what seemed to be his last spurt I released his penis from my hand. It was still mostly erect and with a last little twitch it spurted a last splash of semen.

"Was that good?" I asked, fondling his smooth buttocks as I spoke. Timothy was panting and his naked body was glistening with sweat.

"Fucking good!" Timothy gasped.

I left him to recover for a minute or two.

"Go on! Now you wank me" I asked.

I hadn't been wanked by a boy for ages and I wasn't turning an opportunity like that down. I lay back so my cock arched up hard from my bush of cock fur and spread my legs. Timothy bent down over me and started fingering my cock and balls and down between my legs like I’d done for him, steadily turning my hungry cock to steel.

Then things got even better. He got astride my head so he was in sixty nine position with his soft warm thighs brushing the cheeks of my face.. He leaned forward and flicked my cock head with his tongue.

"Is that nice?" Timothy asked “I’ve seen pictures of boys doing that in my dad’s magazines.” My grunt must have given him all the answer he needed.

I was looking straight up at the valley between his buttocks. His balls and cock were hanging above my face. I could see his cock was already rising again. A strand of semen was dangling from its tip, slowly descending toward my face.

He started licking me all over my knob and along my shaft till he was licking my balls. He also kissed me right on the tip of my cock head. He took my cock head into his mouth and rolled his tongue and lips over it. His fingers slipped down between my legs to my balls, groins and anus. He was learning fast. I wondered if he'd watched guys getting sixty nine in porn. My cock felt stiff enough to snap and I was frantic for a cum.

But he didn’t suck me off. His lips slid off my straining cock, he rose so he was kneeling astride my head. His hand wrapped round my cock shaft and he smoothly and methodically wanked me stroking full length. His thumb and forefinger caught the base ridge of my head and my frenulum exquisitely. His steadily rising penis, still dangling cum, swung above me with the rhythm of his strokes. I reached up to lightly finger Timothy's thighs and buttocks.

I didn't take long to cum. Timothy must have felt my cock suddenly harden in his hand. Like I guess he did when he masturbated he eased off to prolong my pleasure. As the exquisite orgasm pleasure welled up in my cock I rammed my hips up involuntarily and gripped Timothy's buttocks to pull him hard down against me, squeezing his balls against my face. I spurted my load over my belly and chest. My cock fell flaccid onto my belly oozing residual semen.

"Was that a good one?" he asked. “I’ve never wanked a boy before.”

I told him he'd given me a good one. He wasn’t a virgin any more.

He was still kneeling astride my face. Looking up between Timothy’s legs I could see his own cock was hard up again. No sooner had he finished wanking me I saw he was playing with it.

"Go on! Cum over me!" I told him from down between his spread thighs.

I reached my face up to kiss and lick his balls to encourage him. His hand wrapped round his shaft and he started wanking, tugging powerfully setting his whole body bobbing above me with the rhythm of his pumping hand.

I reached up between his spread legs to fondle his smooth thighs and to tickle his balls and anus. He gasped and grunted with the pleasure of masturbation. He too eased off, edging, gasping and with his body trembling as he held his penis back on the brink of orgasm.

Suddenly he made that half snarl half grunt boys always make when they jerk off to a cum. His hips rammed forward above me and his semen spurted to land on my belly and mingle with mine. He remained on top of me as I lay there under him panting with our mingled semen trickling down my side.

We could hear people start to move around the house so we left it at that. Timothy put his robe back on and crept back to his bedroom.

At the wedding and the reception afterwards my hungry eyes enjoyed girls in skimpy backless, string-strapped dresses high up their thighs, the cloth clinging to their curves and thin enough to show the outline of what little underwear they were wearing. But in spite of the girls I couldn't get the feel of Timothy's lips and tongue on my cock out of my mind. I also couldn't help noticing how his eyes constantly turned to me. There was a hungry look in them I'd seen so many times in other boys' eyes.

Sadly, straight after the wedding reception I went back home with my parents and that was the last I saw of Timothy.

Back in my own bed in the small hours of next morning I thought of the girls at the wedding. Then my right hand was kept busy as I enjoyed the one with the best legs. But in the final moments, as my cock hardened in my hand all I could think of was the feel of Timothy's lips sliding deliciously up and down my cock.

"Timothy!" I grunted as my semen splashed over my naked chest.

Minutes later I was fast asleep. It had been quite a day.