The morning sun woke Sean up first, and he stirred awake causing Timmy to wake up too. Both boys had zoo breath, and made their way to the master bedroom where they stood beside each other and pissed through morning wood. Once again, Timmys downward deflected stream was watched by a fascinated audience.
That is totally weird! Sean exclaimed. Timmy smiled and said
You know what I can do, right?
I can piss on your feet even if youre standing behind me! Timmy crowed, causing Sean to giggle.
Better watch out!
Both boys cackled in laughter as Timmy started the shower water. Sean decided to jump in the shower with Timmy, then brush his teeth and get dressed over at his house before they took off on the bikes. Timmy scrubbed Sean with the loofah, and cleaned his boy bits, before Sean returned the favor, soaping up Timmys member and testicle.
I hope its okay with you, but when we get to the park, well meet someone who sent me a message the other night.
Who is it, is that safe? Sean asked, wondering who Timmy meant.
I think so, its a friend of mines brother. He wants to hang out and stuff. If its not looking cool, we can take off.
How old is he? Sean asked.
I think Angie said he was like 14? Shes 12, and hes her brother
Youre friends a girl? Sean gushed, wide eyed.
Uhh yeah I dont know any boys named Angie, Mary Beth! Timmy said, pinching Seans nipple and giving him a gentle shove.
Hey, leave my titties outta this! And dont call me Mary Ann! Sean protested, as Timmy giggled.
Mary Beth, not Mary Ann Timmy corrected, as the boys began to grapple naked in the shower, giggling and struggling to maintain traction and leverage with all the soap on their bodies and the floor. Timmy grabbed Sean from behind and tickled his ribs while holding his arms so he couldnt retaliate. Giggling turned into squeals and shrieks of laughter as Sean was tickled without letup.
Finally, Timmy lost his grip on his soapy neighbor, and Sean got free. Timmy looked down at Seans erection.
Looks like your one eyed wonder snake likes tickling! Timmy said, as Sean blushed, proud of his protuberance.
Well continue this later! Sean said. Im going home to get dressed, back in a minute.
Okay Timmy said, putting toothpaste on his brush.
Ten minutes later, Timmy and Sean were wolfing down a couple of Pop Tarts for breakfast and went out to the garage to set about adjusting the bicycles to their statures. Once done, they left and rode down the street and out of the neighborhood.
Very few people were out and about on this Sunday morning, and those that were had already gone to early church services, so traffic was still very light. They rode as the streets began to steepen, and shifted gears to maintain their climb up a long hill that was topped by the park.
Dylan had mentioned a tank, and as they entered the park, Timmy looked around. Pavilions lay scattered in a loose circle along the road, with picnic tables under the trees and grilles on posts. Finally, in the center of the park was one large dome shaped pavilion next to a playground set, and a World War II Sherman tank hull placed so kids could climb on it. They rode up to the tank, and Sean couldnt resist checking it out. He found the hatch on top welded shut, as well as any thing else on the relic that could pinch or crush small fingers had been removed, or welded solid. He seemed disappointed.
I wonder if there are still dead Germans in there? Sean said, causing Timmy to crack up.
Dead Germans in an American tank, fifty years after the war .right! Timmy said, as Sean looked sheepish. You know most of the military surplus stuff still around was waiting to be shipped out when the war ended, right? Ill bet this one never left the US.
Really? Sean wondered. Timmy nodded,
Yeah, they were making shit so fast during the war and boom! All of a sudden wars over and they have all this stuff ready to go, and it was never used. Timmy knew this from his history class, which had been covering the war effort from 1939 to 1945.
Hey, that must be him Timmy said, looking at a person sitting on a picnic table under the large dome, a bicycle laying on the ground near the table. The person was a slightly built teenage boy with brown hair. He was wearing a tee shirt and cut off jean shorts, athletic socks and sneakers.
Sean and Timmy approached, walking their bicycles to the dome. Dylan? Timmy said.
Hey Timmy, thanks for coming Dylan said.
Sure This is Sean, hes my neighbor. He moved here from New York this summer Timmy said. The three boys shook each others hands and exchanged Goodtameetchas
New York City? Dylan asked
Manhattan, yeah Sean replied.
Wow, how are you getting used to Texas? Dylan wondered.
Its pretty cool Im beginning to really like it here..Still getting used to no taxis and elevators, though Sean said. Sean and Timmy sat on the table on either side of Dylan and they got to know each other. Dylan was surprised to know that Sean was his age, and like Dylan, in his first year of high school, while Timmy, still 12, was in the 7th grade. Dylan was lighter in build than Timmy, who had begun to fill out and was showing a bit of muscle definition as a benefit of better nutrition and a less stressed lifestyle.
Dylans father had taken him in for a checkup, and let the doctor know his concerns without Dylans knowledge. The pediatrician had given Dylan a thorough physical, and although Dylan was lagging in development, he was developing. There were no signs of constitutional delay in Dylans maturation, and in the physicians opinion, the course of Dylans growth would probably be dictated by genetics. It was also his opinion that it might turn out that Dylan would continue to mature slowly, after his peers had stopped growing.
Dylan was now 5 feet four inches tall. The doctor advised Dylans father that he felt the boy would reach 5 feet 7 inches in height by his 16th birthday, and not to worry too much.
Inspection of Dylans genitalia revealed small testicles, but larger than the minimum size indicating that puberty had begun. His penis was small, but not unusually so in relation to other patients of similar age, height and weight with smaller than average members. In addition to the normal tests that the lab would run on the sample of Dylans blood, a testosterone level was ordered. If Dylans hormone levels were normal, and Dylan and his dad wanted to pursue it, an androgen response test could be run to see if Dylan showed signs of androgen insensitivity, which could interfere with the development of male secondary sexual characteristics. Dylans father and the doctor agreed to talk more when the lab test results were received.
Sean excused himself and headed for the park restroom, leaving Timmy and Dylan sitting and talking.
So whats Angie been up to? Timmy asked.
Pretty much still hanging with her friends and stuff. I think shes interested in a boy she met after you and her decided to just be friends
Yeah, she talked to me about him she asked me for advice. Timmy said, and smiled.
So you knew about that? Dylan asked.
Yup I told her I thought it was great .I wasnt really ready to have a girlfriend, Dylan. Im not sure I ever will. Me and Angie are friends and she can talk to me about stuff, you know?
Dylan indeed did know, and he knew that Timmy had told Angie he wasnt totally straight
Yeah, I do Dylan said. Im pretty sure that never will goes for me and girls too I hope I can trust you with that, Timmy.
How long have you known youre gay? Timmy asked.
Cant remember not knowing, if that makes sense. Dylan said.
It does Timmy said, reassuring Dylan.
Are you out? Timmy asked.
No Fuckin way! Dylan exclaimed.
Its cool Timmy replied. Just wanted to know how it is
Sorry, Er How about your friend, is he cool? Dylan asked.
Sean? Yeah, hes a great guy He had a bit of a rough time this year his mom and dad split up, but hes gonna be okay. Timmy said. He had to leave all his friends behind, must have sucked.
Sounds like you guys are good friends now. Dylan said.
Yeah, hes my bud, all right Timmy replied.
That must be so cool, to have a friend like that .Dylan commented. Timmy wanted to ask Dylan what he meant by that, but Sean was approaching the dome.
I almost had to go behind a tree or in a bush! The mens room is all the way on the other side of the park! Sean carped loudly.
I was beginning to wonder where the hell you went maybe you were getting corn-holed in the weeds by a bear or something Timmy teased. Dylan cracked up and Sean bent over in front of them, wiggling his ass, acting out being shagged
Ooooh Mister Bear! Dont! .Stop! .Please! ..Dont Stop! Please Dont Stop! as Timmy and Dylan howled with laughter.
Well, its probably a good thing you didnt whip it out and pee behind a tree, Sean Timmy said.
Whys that? Sean asked.
Because its a federal offense to scare wildlife like that! Timmy cracked Oooof! he said as Sean caught him in the ribs with an elbow, and the two began to wrestle, giggling.
Hang on, Dylan, this will only take a second! Timmy said, as Dylan got up to get out of the way. Sean put up just the right amount of resistance to keep Timmy busy trying to pin him, and did his best to get some of his own shots in. Both boys giggled as they wrestled and poked and grappled.
Lets get Dylan!
The boys turned and pounced on Dylan, who shrieked and tried to run, but it was no use. Timmy easily held Dylan around the waist and lifted him slightly off the ground, taking away his leverage, as Sean tried to tickle their new friend.
It wont work, Im not ticklish! Dylan giggled. Of course, Sean redoubled his efforts, much to Dylans pleasure. He was relishing not only the physical contact and touching, but the feeling of acceptance and being included came only rarely for Dylan.
Blow in his ears and tickle his neck Timmy suggested. Sean tried to no avail. Never seen that not work before Timmy said.
Well, shit Sean said, and raising his eyebrows in a leer, reached out and cupped Dylans crotch, causing Dylan to jump even higher than Timmy was lifting him, and utter an impossibly high squeak, which caused all three of them to laugh. Timmy released Dylan as they reacted to Seans audacity.
Dylan thought this was going much, much better than anticipated.
But Sir! Im not that kind of boy! Dylan emoted, play acting as if totally offended.
Youd give him all day long to stop that, wouldnt you? Timmy joked.
Damn right, I would Dylan giggled as they sat back down on the picnic table. He became quiet, and thought for a minute before voicing his next question
So have you guys, you know .
Messed around? Timmy suggested, looking at Sean, who nodded.
Yeah Dylan confirmed his curiosity.
A little, yeah Sean replied.
How about you? Timmy asked.
Dylan shook his head I was always way too scared to ask anybody to do that.
Afraid you would get beaten up? Sean asked.
Well, that and other stuff . Dylan admitted.
We dont beat anybody up, and dont care if your gay and every guy worries about what his stuff looks like trust me Timmy said, as Sean giggled and nodded.
This is true Sean said in agreement with Timmy, as if they knew some secret
Ummm, Im like really, really small Dylan admitted. He couldnt believe that he had just said such a thing to two people he had barely met, but he didnt care. It felt liberating to let his secret go. Several seconds of terrible silence ensued .
Sean burst into laughter, followed by Timmy. Dylan didnt know what to make of this reaction, and for an instant thought he had committed the worst miscalculation of his young life, trusting these boys with that which he had never shared with anyone.
Im sorry, Dylan Were not laughing at you, dude Timmy said, sensing Dylans discomfort
I got forty bucks that says that I am smaller than you, seriously. Sean said, holding up his hand, which had all but his pinkie folded into his palm. Mines like this, dude.
Timmy leaned forward to look Dylan in the eye and nodded. We all have something we wish was different. Its cool.
Dylan thought about this for a long moment and asked
So what do you guys normally do after school and on weekends and stuff?
Umm, well, Sean lives next door, and his mom is a chief nurse or something, and she works all kinds of hours So we do homework together, and he spends the nights a lot when his mom works. On weekends we go do stuff with my big brother and his boyfriend, you know, bowling and the batting cages and all kinds of stuff. Timmy said.
Youre big brothers gay? Dylan asked.
Yup, him and his boyfriend are in college together Timmy said. Hes like my other big brother.
What about your folks? What do they do? Dylan asked.
Im being adopted by my brothers parents Timmy said, grinning because he knew Dylan would be totally lost by now.
Huh? Dylan asked, as Sean started to laugh.
Okay stay with me, now Timmy related his story to Dylan in a brief overview, as Dylan listened intently. When Timmy got to the part about Dennis and his little brothers, Dylan began to shake his head.
No way just out of the blue, its your dad?
Wow Angie just told me you were like this foster kid living with a guardian. Dylan said.
Yeah, well, I am, I guess Timmy said.
Its just me and Angie and the folks. Dylan said.
Its me and mom Sean contributed. Mom and Dad split up
Sorry to hear that, Sean Dylan said.
Want to ride for a while and come back to my house and cool off in the pool? Timmy asked Dylan.
Sure but I dont have anything to wear in the pool Dylan said.
Neither do we! Sean piped up.
Our pool is like yours Timmy said, winking at Dylan. Dylan suddenly got it, and thought this might be an interesting day after all.
The boys rode bikes until late afternoon when they decided that they were hungry. Timmy made a call to Isaac and asked if he had plans for dinner already. After a brief chat, Timmy turned to Dylan and Sean and asked them what kind of pizza they liked. He let Isaac know he would be bringing a new friend over, and ended the call.
Isaacs going to order it, probably be there just after we get back Timmy said.
The trip to Timmys took just about twenty minutes. The hot and sweaty boys left the bikes in the garage and went into the house to drink some ice tea.
Hey Isaac! Timmy said.
You know Angie, right?
This is her brother, Dylan. We met him at the park this morning. Dylan, this is my big brother Isaac
Hi, Dylan! Isaac said, shaking the teenagers hand. Welcome to the zoo!
Hi Dylan said, rather shyly.
Theres plenty of tea, and Im waiting for the pizza guy. Isaac said. I hope hes cute. which made Timmy and Sean giggle.
Better not let Peter hear that! Sean said.
Peter rates the pizza boys from 1 to 10, what are you talking about? Isaac joked.
I think were going to hit the pool and cool off for a bit, we rode all day. Timmy said, stripping off his shirt and shoes. Come on, Dylan, you can leave your clothes in my room. Timmy said, leading his new friend down the hall. The walked in to find Sean naked, his clothes piled on Timmys bed. Dylan got a good look at Seans cut boy cock and thin hairless body. Maybe he wouldnt be the smallest of this trio
Ill meet you guys out there Sean said, grabbing a towel and heading to the pool. Timmy slicked off his shorts and undies and stood next to the bed nude. Dylan looked over and whistled
Man, youre big Dylan said reverently.
Not as big as some friends of mine, Dylan Timmy said, picking up another towel. Dylan took his shirt off and lowered his cutoffs and underwear. He now stood naked in front of Timmy. His penis did look small in the thick nest of dark pubic hair.
Well, there it is Dylan said.
Come on, Seans waiting for us Timmy replied. We can get back to that later he said, aiming a wink at Dylan, who smiled in reply.
When they got to the patio, Sean was in the pool. The water feels great! he said, watching Dylan climb the ladder, not missing a nanosecond of the show.
Told you I was small Dylan said apologetically.
Okay so how big does it get? Sean asked, coming directly to the point as usual.
Four and a half, maybe Dylan answered.
Still WAY bigger than mine gimme my forty bucks! Sean teased.
Hey! We never shook on that! Dylan giggled. And you havent proved that, either
You cant blame me for tryin! Sean joked.
How big is it, Sean? Dylan asked, turning the discussion around.
Between three and four, I think. I been measuring it every Sunday night since I been on these shots to make it grow.
Theres shots to make your dick grow? Dylan asked in surprise.
It started this summer less than two inches, and now its over three, and Ive started to grow hair too.
Man, I wonder if I could get those too. Dylan asked.
Mom says that they only work if you havent started to develop on your own I dont know if they work if you already have hair and stuff like you do.
So is that what happened to you? Nothing was happening? Dylan asked.
Yeah, all the other boys at my old school were getting big dicks and hairy and all that shit and mine wasnt doing nothing. Sean replied.
Im glad its working for you I know how bad that sucks, being the only one that isnt like everyone else.
He isnt actually the only one who is different here. Timmy said from the side of the pool where hed been watching the conversation.
What do you mean? Dylan asked. Timmy gave Sean a wink, and said
Dylan, feel my ball sack. Dylan looked at Timmy with a questioning look on his face, and noticed Sean was smiling. He didnt know what to say or do he had dreamed of touching Timmy intimately for so long, and now the object of his attraction was inviting him to indulge himself. He gently ran his hand between Timmys legs, and brushed his scrotum briefly.
Feel whats inside, Dylan, not just the sack. Timmy suggested. Dylan redoubled his efforts and rolled the solitary testicle in his fingers. He looked at Timmy and said
I can only feel one, Timmy
Now you know a boy with one nut, Dylan
What happened to it? Dylan wondered.
Born like this Docs think it never formed in the first place. Timmy replied.
Ive never touched any balls besides my own before now Dylan said.
You never messed around with your friends? Sean asked.
I dont have um, no, I never did that before Sure as hell think about it a lot, though Dylan admitted.
Isaac slid the door open and said the pizza was here.. Three naked boys climbed out of the pool and toweled off before going inside to eat.
So how was the delivery boy? Timmy asked.
Maybe a two Isaac complained. All three boys made a yuck face and burst out laughing.
Hey you guys Peter and I are going out to the show well be back around 10 or so. Dont let the prisoners in the basement escape, and make sure you guys are in bed for school in the morning. In other words, boys, dont burn the house down Timmy knew what he meant.
What are you going to see? Sean asked.
Some airplane disaster movie or something Peters been wanting to see it.
Airplane Dylan said. Its very funny.
You saw it? Isaac asked. Dylan nodded Dont say anything! Dont spoil it! Isaac insisted. He looked at the clock and said I got to scoot Great to meet you, Dylan!
You too Dylan said as Isaac grabbed his keys and left.
After the boys finished the pizza, they decided to go back to the pool while the sun was still high at six in the evening.
How late can you stay, Dylan? Timmy asked.
Until just before dark. I got lights he said, indicating that he could ride safely until dusk.
An hour or so later, the boys began to get bored, and once again, tried to think of something to do.
Well, it is Sunday night Sean suggested, looking at Timmy.
Your place? Timmy asked.
Yeah, the tape and camera are in my room Sean said. Dylan wasnt sure what they were talking about, but assumed he would find out momentarily. Shall we go? If mom is home sleeping, we have to be quiet. Sean said.
Okay Timmy replied.
Ill go see whats going on Sean said, and climbed the ladder and went through the gate between the yards naked and wet as Timmy and Dylan watched from the pool.
Sean went in the patio door and checked the house. Melanie was sleeping, having gotten home several hours ago, while the boys were on their ride. Seans note was not on the kitchen table, so he assumed that she had read his message letting her know he was with Timmy last night and during the day.
He stepped to the patio door and motioned the boys over, and went to the bathroom near his room and got towels for his friends. He stepped back to the patio just as they arrived at the door and made the motion for silence and handed each of them a towel. They dried on the patio outside, before padding silently down the hall to Seans room. Once inside, they closed the door and Sean handed Timmy his digital camera.
You know how to use it? Sean whispered, showing Timmy how to turn the device on, and where the trip button was.
Got it Timmy whispered back. Sean laid the seamstress tape on the desk next to the keyboard and whispered.
Showtime! When Im ready, take pics of each measurement, right? Sean whispered.
Can I help? Dylan whispered.
Thought you would never ask! Sean whispered in reply. Make me hard
Dylan sat on the bed and positioned Sean in front of him between his legs, so that he could grip Seans penis with his right hand. He began to stroke Sean gently with two fingers, pulling the small soft penis into semi-erection in seconds. Sean closed his eyes and muttered
Oh thats so good, Dylan .yeah .Oh yeah he whispered.
Let me know when Timmy whispered. He motioned for Dylan to stop, and took Sean into his mouth and worked saliva over the small hard member as Sean breathed hard in response. Dylans eyes were wide as he watched Timmy lubricate his friend orally.
Now rub him, Dylan Timmy whispered.
Sean felt like his penis would burst he could swear he had never felt an erection this hard in his life, and after several more moments of Dylans gentle strokes, whispered
Okay, ready! as he took the tape measure and held it across the top of his organ. Timmy snapped two good images of the tape measure and Seans penis. Sean removed the tape and wrapped it around his shaft at the widest point, which was just behind the circumcision scar. Timmy took two more photos of this angle.
Hold out a ball, Sean Timmy whispered. Sean pulled and arranged his scrotum to show the outline of a testicle, and Timmy handed Dylan the tape. Dylan arranged the tape to measure Seans testicle and Timmy took a picture of that as well. Seans testicles were now well over an inch long, which is considered the hallmark of start of puberty.
Awesome Timmy whispered. Sean logged in to his dairy and transferred the photos and measurements into the database. He was now 3 and ¾ inches erect, with a 3 inch circumference. Sean lay back on the bed to Dylans left who was still sitting, sporting an erection of his own.
Can I finish you? Dylan whispered to Sean, who smiled and nodded. Dylans left hand began stroking and fingering Sean again, and he felt Timmys touch on his own organ. Dylan spread his legs to make room for Timmys hand, and reached over to begin working on Timmys manhood with his right hand. Timmy was standing on Dylans right, reaching down to finger Dylans penis, which was in Timmys complete control at this point. Dylan now looked Timmy over, the object of his interest was at eye level in a well lighted room. Dylan could now see the hooded foreskin and broad cleft glans. He let his hand move down to the base of Timmys cock and caressed his testicle, spending several minutes on it, before Sean began to wiggle his ass and make quiet moans and panting noises. Dylan let go of Timmy to concentrate on bringing Sean off. Sean was close, and his testicles were pulled up into a tight little mound under his penis. He was breathing deeply and rapidly, and Dylan could see his feet flexing as his toes curled up and down. Suddenly, Seans head jerked back on the bed, and his pelvis bucked up and down several times as his hands wrapped around Dylans arm. Dylan felt the barely pubescent penis buck and throb in his fingers, and three small drops of semen bubbled out of Seans small piss hole and ran down his shaft. Sean lay back as Dylan leaned over to study the semen more closely.
Hey look, hes getting hair, Timmy Dylan whispered.
Yes, I know
You can see it? Sean whispered up to Dylan.
Oh definitely, yeah.. Dylan replied and nodded. Sean smiled.
Timmy lay on the bed next to Dylan and continued to masturbate his new friends modest endowment, as Dylan returned the favor. Dylans finger dwelled on Timmys hood, and he asked, whispering,
Timmy, what is this skin on top? It was clear that Dylan was enjoying it, even if he didnt know what it was.
My foreskin Im not circumcised Timmy whispered into Dylans ear.
Oh Ive never seen a foreskin Dylan whispered back. You like that when I mess with it?
Dont stop, Mister Bear! Timmy whispered, making Sean and Dylan crack up.
The boys regained their composure and Timmy felt a second hand on Dylans phallus. He looked over and saw that Sean had rejoined them, and moved down to caress the boys testicles which were a bit larger than walnuts. Sean gently stroked Dylans thin shaft, and felt the tightness of the skin. He looked at the smooth reddish glans and prominent circumcision scar about a third of the way down Dylans shaft. He leaned over and bent the boys penis up so he could see the bottom side, and saw that there was no trace of a frenum .Dylan had been cut thoroughly and tightly. Dylan for his own part, had been exploring Timmys organ, and felt all over the smooth pinkish purple glans and saw no opening, or pee slit in the end of the glans like his, or the one he could see on Seans penis. He felt wetness on his fingers under Timmys glans, and sat up to look closer.
Running a finger under Timmys glans through the cleft, Dylan asked
Is this where it comes out? Timmy nodded and breathed Yessssss ..ohh as his hips squirmed around in reaction to Dylans fingering. Youre gonna make me cum .ahhh .ohh Timmy whispered. Dylan continued to finger Timmys piss slit, as the 12 year old reached his full hardness and length.
Sean, wanna measure him? Dylan whispered. Sean bolted up and snatched the tape off the desk and stood between Timmys knees as Dylan stimulated Timmys organ. Reaching around Dylans hand, Sean applied the tape along the upper surface of Timmys cock and read Six and a half
Taping Timmys girth halfway down the shaft, Sean read the number; Six and a half Timmy lay there breathing hard as Dylan continued fingering his slit.
Fuck, thats a big cock! Dylan whispered. Its as big around as it is long!
Rub my foreskin with your thumb while you do the finger thing Timmy whispered. Dylan complied, and Timmy began to pant and breath hard through his nose he was so close the familiar feeling of ecstasy and reaching the point of no return came to him, and his testicle drew up close Suddenly an explosion rocked his body, and he bucked and shook on the bed as a flood of semen rolled out over Dylans hand and into Timmys pubes. Timmy lay there, exhausted and elated. That was intense, Dylan he whispered.
Sean whispered I got to get something for Dylans turn be right back as he got up and cracked the bedroom door before going through and closing it behind him. He returned in a matter of seconds with a bottle of baby oil, and a wash cloth. Tossing the cloth to Timmy so he could clean up, Sean lay back down on the bed on his side, and poured a few drops of oil onto Dylans erection. Working the oil in with his fingers, Dylan lay there and cooed Oh wow, that feels good ..yeah Timmy picked Dylans hand up, and wiped his cum off of the boys slender fingers.
Timmy joined Sean, caressing Dylans modest testicles as Sean rubbed the boys penis with oily fingers. Lets measure him too .I got forty bucks on this Sean whispered, causing Timmy and Dylan to snicker.
Forty bucks to get you to drop this? Dylan whispered, smiling and shaking his head.
I can be bought, sure Sean joked, adding more oil, and stroking faster.
How about forty bucks to suck it? Dylan suggested.
You injure my honor, Sir! Id suck it for free! Sean fired back, and Timmy giggled, almost out loud.
Really? Dylan whispered.
Well, not now, youre all oily and stuff Sean whispered back.
Well, whose fault is that? Dylan whispered, bantering with Sean.
Shut up and let me work here Sean said, bending down and giving Dylan a kiss on the forehead. Timmy snickered, and continued to tease Dylans scrotum, giving it gentle tugs.
Goddamn, did he really just kiss me? Dylan thought. I never had a boy kiss my eyebrows before . He wished this could last forever. He had never done anything sexual with another person, and here he was between two attentive and devoted friends expertly getting him off. His organ had never felt this stiff and large in his own hand. This was definitely different
In less than a minute more, Dylan was panting and moving around on the bed, and Timmy reached for the tape and measured Dylans organ. Five inches even he whispered. Dylan was shocked he had never been able to see more than four and a half left to his own efforts. Wrapping the tape, Dylans girth measured four and one quarter inches. Sean jerked Dylan faster now, and tightened his grip as Dylan got closer. He poured more oil on, and concentrated the motion of his hand at the tip, stimulating the corona until Dylan went over the edge and climaxed. Three thin jets of semen shot out of the organ, which pulsed in Seans hand several times before the event was over. Sean wiped himself and Dylan off with the washcloth.
Timmy stood up and made motions to keep quiet and follow him back to his house. Once outside, the boys could talk again as they crossed between the yards.
That was totally awesome I dont know what to say Dylan stated.
First time anyone else has jacked you off? Timmy asked. Dylan nodded.
Dylan looked over at Sean So, dude why did you kiss me?
Because I wanted to, silly Sean stated, as he gave Timmy and Dylan each a peck on the cheek. Some people like it when I do that if you dont want me to, I wont
Its nice I like it Dylan said quietly, as the boys filed into Timmys room and collected their clothing. Dylan had to leave, so as to avoid riding home in the dark, even though he had lights on his bike. He had never ridden at night, and knew his parents would be worried if he wasnt within earshot of the house. He didnt relish the thought of being on restriction, if it meant he might not be able to visit these two friends again. He dressed and said his goodbyes, after leaving his number and screen names with Sean and Timmy.
Dylan was quite pleased at how the day had gone Sean turned out to be a pleasant bonus in the package, and quite the horndog. Dylan definitely wanted to cultivate special friendships with both boys.
At 8:30 the next morning, Detective Ron Walsh was at his desk, sipping coffee and trading small talk with Wendy Mayer, when his phone rang.
Metro Detectives, Walsh speaking
Hi, Ron, Jefferson in Evidence Uh, you were lead on the Billings case?
I have some PE down here, can it go back to the next of kin? The case shows as closed?
Spring cleaning, just in time for Halloween? Walsh joked. Yeah, I can take care of that.
The evidence techs were always eager to move stuff out when cases closed, there was never enough room to store it all.
Great I need a coffee break about now Ill run it up to you. Jefferson said.
Roger that, Thanks Walsh said as he hung up. Coffee sounded good. He invited Wendy to accompany him for coffee and a Danish She declined the food, but decided the walk would do her good. She also had something she needed to tell her friend. They sat down at the counter of a corner diner down the block from the squad house, a favorite hangout for detectives, deputies and prosecutors from the building across the street from the police station.
Ron, I have something to tell you, I wanted you to hear about this first, okay Wendy began.
Sure, whats up?
Ill finish my accounting degree in December. she said.
Thats awesome, I didnt know you were that close Walsh replied. He knew Wendy had been going to school for some time, but she hadnt talked that much about it. Congratulations he said, raising his coffee cup.
Umm, you remember one time you told me it was time to give it up when shit stops bothering you the way it should? she asked.
Sure, of course Walsh replied. He had been her mentor and trainer from the day she had joined the detectives, and he had tried to teach her all the important lessons he had learned. Looking out for your own mental health was one of those things.
I think Ive had as much of the sex crimes and child abuse I can handle I am applying for assignments investigating fraud and finance crimes requiring forensic accounting.
Walsh knew that this meant that Wendy would have to leave Metro Police and go to work for a state or federal agency or larger police department.
Got any leads or prospects? he asked.
No I just wanted you to know, and if I can ask a favor. She said.
Sure, you need a personal reference? he guessed.
If you feel comfortable giving me one, yes she confirmed.
You know thats no problem he assured her.
Thanks, buddy. Youre the best.
I know just let the chief hear that five or ten times, please! Walsh cracked, giving her a wink. So, is this just between us for now? he asked.
Until something solid happens, probably best to keep it that way, yeah.
Sure Thanks for filling me in. Walsh said.
Detective Walsh found a small envelope on his desk when he returned, and figured it had to be what Jefferson had wanted to turn over to him. He opened the flap and poured the contents out on his blotter. A small gold bracelet with a heart shaped charm attached was the only thing in the envelope. Very simple and plain in design, it was obviously not very expensive, but somehow it looked so much more than the sum of its parts. Walsh knew that this is what had attracted little Brandon Williams attention that fateful day in the first week of summer, fishing with his grandfather. This tiny object had triggered a series of events that would jail a killer, and reunite a boy with his family, whom may have just as well lived his life never knowing he had one. It was a tiny insignificant item that had changed lives.
He picked up the bracelet and turned the flat little heart shaped charm over. On this side it was plain, but the other side bore an engraved name
Walsh thought about how Timmy would probably feel about having this item. He knew Timmy had been aware of this bracelet having been found, but he had never mentioned it to Walsh, and Walsh had completely forgotten that it had been stored as PE (personal effects) when Tiffanys remains were collected. He put the charm in his pocket. He would make a special stop tonight on his way home. He wrote Timmy on his blotter to remind himself.
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