Page 58 of When Ben Loved Tim
True, but his meaty pecs and rounded shoulders are a combination that gets me every time.
Tim tosses his shirt aside. “Now what?”
I bite my bottom lip before answering. “Flex for me.”
Tim laughs. He puts on a show, doing the classic bodybuilder poses, which is funnier than it is sexy. So I get up and go to him, placing a hand on his bicep.
“You like that?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say, already hard.
Tim’s eyes are smoldering as his hands move to his jeans. “Wanna see the rest?”
My jaw drops before I nod eagerly. I sit on the end of the bed to watch. Tim deftly steps out of his jeans. The boxer briefs are bulging in the front. Tim hooks a thumb behind the waistband and teasingly lowers them inch by inch, revealing a tuft of black pubic hair and the base of a big fat sausage. I’m so dizzy with excitement that I might need smelling salts!
“Damn, it’s starting to hurt,” Tim says, abandoning this game. “Here goes nothing!”
More like everything! The underwear slides off his hips as his cock springs out. I’m impressed by its thickness, especially when it bounces and continues to swell. He’s got a nice set of balls on him too, but I’m mesmerized by that python, which is the same brown as the rest of him. Including the head? I’m puzzled by that, but only at first.
“Wait, are you uncut?” I ask, barely able to contain myself.
“Yeah,” he says, sounding self-conscious. “Is that all right?”
“Are you kidding?” I get to my feet so I can take a closer look. “I’ve always wanted to play with one of these!”
Tim laughs. “You’ve never seen one before?”
“Nope! Not in person.”
“Girls get freaked out by it sometimes,” Tim says. “But I’ve always liked it.” He takes hold of himself and pulls, the foreskin rolling back to expose a fat rosy head. When his fist moves in the opposite direction, the skin slides forward to cover him again.
“That’s amazing!” I say, practically drooling over it.
“Wanna try?” Tim offers.
I treat the question as rhetorical. Of course I want to try! I wrap my hand around steaming hot meat and begin to pump. He makes a guttural sound, like it feels good.
“How do I stack up?” he asks.
“You’re big,” I say before tearing my eyes away so they can meet his. “You’ve never checked out other guys before? Like in the locker room?”
“Well, yeah, but we don’t walk around with boners. That’s not how it works.”
“It does in my fantasies.” I begin to get to my knees before he catches me by the elbow.
“Hold up,” he says.
I shake my head in confusion. “What?”
“You skipped a base on your way to a home run.” He pulls me close for a kiss.
I’m surprised, because that’s not how it worked with the other guys. None of this is. The only piece of me they wanted was my mouth. And I guess he does too, but in a way that makes me feel loved. I kiss him back, pressing my body against his, but it’s impossible to ignore that something is poking me.
“Please?” I ask when leaning back.
“Hey, it’s your birthday,” Tim says with a cocky grin. And a great big cock that is soon in my face as my knees hit the carpet. I make the foreskin slide back and forth, so I can see it in action up close. I’m intrigued, but I’ll have to continue my research later, because I can’t wait any longer. I lick the head of his cock, intending to tease him, but his precum tastes so good that I engulf him with my mouth. All the way to the hilt.
“Damn!” Tim says. “I’ve never met a girl who can do that!”
