A Boy Whore's First Fuck
or, Turning Timmy
by Mistress Tawny Suede
I have had two significant interactions with Timmy Anderson.
The first one began with him turning to look at me and hesitantly saying, "Mr. Hagenauer, will you kiss me?"
I looked at him. He was dressed as a girl. Wig, makeup, a dress. He was not trying to pretend to be a girl. But he looked cute. I told him, "Sure, Timmy. I'd like that." But what I really meant was, in for a penny, in for a pound, I'm going to fuck you! Who looks a gift horse in the mouth? Not me.
I should back up and put this in context.
My name is George Hagenauer. I was a happily married man for several years until I started to get urges towards other men. I stepped out of the marriage bed a few times into the beds of some men of about my own age and found I much preferred sex with those men than with my wife. I eventually ran out of excuses for my absences and my wife divorced me. I still like her, as a person, but not so much as a bed partner. I've discovered I like my cock in an ass rather than a pussy, and I like kissing a partner while wearing a bit of leather.
My wife, Linda, got custody of our daughter, Mindy, who is in the final year of high school and will be going to college next year. I have visiting rights one evening a week, one weekend a month, and two holidays a year. But I have to promise not to have any men friends staying overnight when Mindy stays over. I bought a condo apartment a fifteen minute drive away since I did not want to lose Mindy from my life. Close enough I could get to her easily, but far enough away that neither she nor her mother might pop around unexpectedly and surprise me when my dick is down some guy's throat.
Timmy was the son of my friends Carol and Richard Anderson. I'd watched him grow up. There were several families in the neighbourhood with kids of similar age who all hung out together, or squabbled with each other - the kids I mean. The parents all got along fine with frequent barbecues and evening parties. Timmy had a couple of brothers and sisters who did well at school but Timmy was a bit of a disappointment. He struggled at school and was kept back a grade at least once. He was reasonably athletic, but shy, and he just didn't try. No university for that kid.
So when he asked me that question, I knew he was of legal age for anything I might want to do with him, or to him.
Timmy ended up sitting beside me in my car because my daughter had called me. I'd made a deal with her a long time ago. If she was ever out late and did not feel safe getting home on her own, she could call me and I would pick her up and take her home, no questions asked. It was Hallowe'en night and because of circumstances I do not need to go into I did not have any company that night, so it was easy for me to hop in the car when she called. Fifteen minutes later I texted her that I had arrived at the address she gave me, and a minute later she and two other girls came out of a townhouse. There was some jostling for position. Mindy dressed as Wonder Woman and Snow White ended up in back and the fairy princess was in the front passenger seat.
Mindy thanked me, but did not explain. She asked me to drop Joanne off first since she was on the way and then Timmy. "Timmy?" I asked and then took a closer look at the princess beside me. I had not seen Timmy in over a year but I did recognize him once he was addressed by his name.
Mindy explained that there were several guys at the party dressed in drag, but for some reason a group of guys had started to become hostile to Timmy so they called me.
"Are you okay Timmy? No one hurt you?" I asked. He muttered that he was fine, but he smiled at me. He liked that I was concerned. The three girls... well, the two girls and Timmy... all seemed a bit drunk, but no one was in danger of being sick, or so I thought.
We dropped Joanne off, but immediately after that I caught Mindy and Timmy exchanging a glance and then Mindy said she was not feeling well. "Drop me off next please, Daddy!" she said. "I think I might be sick!" I didn't know what she was up to, but I decided to play her game. I dropped her off and then started to drive Timmy home. He lived just two blocks away
But a block from his house Timmy asked me to pull over. He wanted to talk. As I stopped the car, he pulled off the wig he was wearing, and tried to wipe off his lipstick with a tissue. He got most of it, but smeared some of it around his chin.
He fidgeted for a moment and then said, "Mr. Hagenauer, will you kiss me." and he lifted his head up with his eyes closed.
"Sure Timmy I'd like that!" I said and leaned in, giving him a kiss on the forehead.
He opened his eyes, in frustration. And I saw he was about to cry. I took his hand and squeezed it, then I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. He sighed, pulled back, then leaned in and kissed me harder. I could feel his tongue pushing and I opened my mouth slightly and let it in. We kissed harder and I sucked on his tongue and then he sucked on mine. Then he pulled back, and giggled, and rubbed his lip with his finger. "Thanks, he said" Then he added, "Your mustache tickles!"
"So what was that all about?" I asked him.
He looked at me. "Is it true? Well, I shouldn't ask that. I know it's true. I guess. You're gay, right? You used to like women, but now you like men? For, umm... for sex I mean."
I smiled at him. "For sex yes, I prefer men. But also for going out drinking, or going to a movie, or for holding hands on a moonlight stroll." I was choosing my words carefully now. Not wanting to chase him away, and not wanting him to have an excuse to quickly say goodbye. I needed him curious. As I said earlier. Once I decided I would kiss him, I had decided I was going to fuck him.
"Do you prefer men or boys, Timmy? To girls I mean." I was holding his hand and stroking the back of it with my thumb, slow circles. It always gets them.
"Um, yes, I think so. I like girls. Well, I'm supposed to like girls, aren't I? But when I look at other boys, cute boys, my heart starts racing. And when I see older men, I start to wonder what it would be like to snuggle up beside them. To have them put an arm around me. To... to kiss me. I don't know if I should say it, but my penis gets so hard when I think about a man holding me against his chest. I think I might die if that happened."
I started the car and pulled away from the curb. We went right past his house. "Where are we going?" he asked.