Yaro Minnaar

The Best Christmas Present Ever

With Christmas approaching, the mall was crowded. It was the very first time Tim's family visited such a large mall and they didn't get enough of it, every single store was just too alluring to ignore and they kept on coming and going. At some point in the crowded mall, they had split, his mother had gone somewhere with his twin sisters, Shayla and Keyla and Tim had ended up with his dad.

They'd been at the mall for possibly four hours and Tim was seriously feeling like peeing. He'd already told his dad several times and he really felt like he was going to pee his pants any minute now.

"Dad," Tim said, "I really have to go!"

Tim's dad turned toward his son as he checked on a state-of-the-art shaving machine.

"Can you hold it in for a while longer, Tim?" his dad asked.

Tim shook his head and his dad seemed annoyed.

"Tell you what," his dad said, "There were restrooms very close, like by JC Penny's, do you remember seeing them on our way here?"

Tim nodded.

"Go ahead and I'll wait for you here, okay?"

Tim nodded and started walking the way they had originally come from. The mall so crowded, he only hoped the restrooms would be empty enough for him to pee. In his eleven year old mind, there was no room for anything save for the fact that he really needed to go badly. When he entered the place, he almost fainted, because there was a huge line to use the urinals.

He left the restroom and started walking looking for other restrooms. He was sure there must be others and maybe they wouldn't be as crowded. He walked for possibly ten more minutes when he saw a set of restrooms pretty well hidden from the main line in a corner. He smiled as he imagined those should be fairly empty.

He walked inside the bathroom to realize it was actually completely empty and walked towards the urinal. With an urgency like he had never experienced, he pulled his fly open, looked for his cocklet and pointed it towards the urinal.

As he was releasing his young bladder, he heard noises coming from behind a stall. He rushed and when he finished peeing he heard someone's labored breathing coming from behind the stall once again. Someone seemed to be in trouble, so much that he forgot to zip his fly and approached the stall in question.

"Hello?" he said knocking at the stall door, "Are you alright?"

"Yes," a voice said with a labored breathing, "I'm… I'm fine ..."

"Okay!" Tim said.

For some reason unknown to him, Tim remained standing outside the stall, as if with that the man inside would consider calling for help. From his position, Tim could still hear the man's labored breathing and wondered if maybe he should call an adult to assist the man.

"Boy?" the voice came from behind the stall.

"Sir?" Tim asked leaning his ear against the stall door.

"I have a little problem," the man said, "there's no toilet paper in this stall. Would you be so kind as to hand me some?"

"Sure thing, sir," Tim said and walked towards the next stall to get a handful of paper.

He smiled knowing he was going to be able to help someone in need as he'd been told by his elders in church. Once he had collected what he considered a good amount of toilet paper, Tim walked back to the stall were the man was and knocked. Not a second later, the man unlocked the door to his stall and Tim placed his hand through the opening to hand the man the toilet paper.

The man knew this kind of opportunities didn't happen every day. Who would've thought that jerking inside a public restroom he'd come across such a naïve boy? As the young hand showed through the door, the man opened the door wide and pulled the boy inside the stall locking it as quickly as it had opened it.

"Sir?" Tim asked feeling annoyed at having been pulled inside the stall where the man was sitting.

Funny, Tim thought, it doesn't smell like this man is pooping.

"I'm sorry boy," the man said, "I just wanted to thank you."

Tim though it was weird, but said nothing.

The man sized the boy then. Around 1.48 m [4'10"] tall, with white skin and a freckled face. From the winter hat, some dark brown curls showed. He had green eyes, a blunt beautiful nose and a pair of lovely pink lips. He was wearing a winter cap with what he imagined was the boy's name: Tim.

Up to that point, young Tim noticed the man's dick was big and hard and covered in a slimy substance.

"I… uh… I must go now…" he said in fear as he remembered his 'bad touch' lessons at school.

"Okay, Tim, Thank you," the man said venturing to see if it was indeed the boy's name.

"You're welcome, mister," Tim said, involuntarily letting the man know Tim was indeed his name.

As Tim turned around, the man feared he'd lose a golden opportunity, an opportunity that wouldn't show ever again. Without giving it much though, he stood up and stuffed the boy's mouth with his wool hat so as to gag him. Little Tim tried to react, but he froze in place at the shock of being taken by surprise. Once he'd gagged the boy, the man quickly tied the boy's hands behind his back using his scarf.

Tim didn't understand what was happening as the man turned him around.

"You're so cute, Tim, so cute and young! And look at this! It seems like my Christmas present is already unwrapped," the man said slightly pinching the boy's cocklet which hung from his open fly.

Tim knew that was wrong, he knew no one was supposed to touch him there and he panicked. The man, however, Tim thought, didn't seem aware of that fact and pulled the boy's pants and underwear down in one single move. The boy's balls, though small, had already dropped and the man hoped the boy could cum.

"This is one cute tiny noodle," the man whispered and picked Tim up, to then place him on his lap.

Tim felt weird as the man put one of his hands inside the boy's shirt and started rubbing his nipple. With his other hand, the man started fondling Tim's limp noodle, slightly squeezing it and tugging on it. Tim could not complain through the improvised gag and tried struggling to release himself from the man. In an attempt to free himself, he started kicking and the man viciously squeezed his dick.

Mad, the man stood up and placed Tim on the toilet. Once the boy was in place, the man undid the boy's shoelaces and then tied both shoes together. He picked up Tim and sat back on the toilet. He placed the boy on his lap again and pushed his hard drooling cock between the boy's thighs.

"Now, you'll remain quiet, little Tim," the man said and started working the boy's nipple with one hand as he started manipulating the boy's little rod with the other.

Tim felt weird being touched by the man. He didn't understand why someone would want to touch his dick and wondered what the man was trying to accomplish with that. He wanted to fight, but he was now efficiently secured. The man's slimy dick between his thighs felt weird, and as he tried to struggle, the man's dick would slide up and down on his thighs.

The man felt amused and aroused because, as the boy struggled, he was involuntarily masturbating his captor. The adrenaline was high and the man felt his heart beat fast in his chest as he touched the boy. As he kissed the boy's ear and manipulated one of his tiny nipples which was now hard, he squeezed the boy's cockhead and started pulling the boy's foreskin back to see if it would retract.

"You're so cute, Tim," the man said again.

Tim felt the weirdest of feelings as the man did something to his dick. He suddenly felt a gush of air in his dickie's head and wondered what was going on. His dickie was going hard as it did sometimes during the night.

"I'm John," the man whispered to the boy's ear, "and I'm ever so glad we could meet, Timmy. I'm gonna make you feel real good today, and you'll do the same for me."

The man's hand was now focused on the boy's cockhead. He had put some spit in his index and thumb and was stimulating the boy's glans in circles, remembering well the time when he'd been twelve. That particular night, his cousin James had stayed over and masturbated him for the first time. James had been eighteen back then and John only twelve. It was a game, his cousin had said and had tied John with his father's ties. Then his cousin had stimulated his young cock rubbing it in circles until John had cum for the first time.

Tim was not struggling anymore. He felt a sort of desperation as the man rubbed his dickie's head in circles using his spit. At the same time, the man was playing with his little nipples, rubbing them and pinching them at times. Tim felt tears rolling down his cheeks as he couldn't escape, and tried to think of what he would tell his parents when he was out of the man's reach.

John pulled the boy's shirt and sweater up and placed them behind the boy's head, gaining complete access to his chest and tummy. He stood up and sat the boy on the toilet, and then knelt before him. The boy was crying and John felt a slight pang of guilt which didn't really last.

He'll feel good in no time, John thought, he will thank me later on for showing him the pleasures of a man's body. Yeah, he will later on remember this and masturbate to it. I shouldn't feel guilty. I'm gonna make him feel as good as he's making me feel.

With that in mind, John leaned forward and started kissing the boy's chest as he manipulated the boy's little rod which was beautiful in its erect 11 cm [4¼ inch] glory. With his other hand, John started manipulating the boy's small and immature little nuts. They were perfect, all of the boy was perfect and John felt as aroused as he had felt in a very long time.

Tim felt weird as the man kissed his little nips. There was something in the way the man did it that made Tim feel funny inside. He panicked as the man started going down, kissing his tummy, his bellybutton and then the little mount from where his dickie was born. If he hadn't had the man's wool hat inside his mouth, he would've gasped when the man swallowed his tiny dickie into his mouth.

John knew what he was doing as he engulfed Tim's little cocklet in his adult mouth. The flavor was exactly what John would have expected, a mix of boy, powder and piss. John had never had any boy and in fact he had never had sex with anyone since his early years when his cousin James had abused him for around two or three years in a row. He had masturbated to lots and lots of man-boy porn, but he'd never imagined he would've ever had a boy for himself.

He felt the boy shiver as he started licking the pink lovely cockhead in circles with his adult tongue. He felt the boy reacting to his ministrations, slightly moving his midsection making it obvious that his natural instincts were kicking in. John continued to lick the little cockhead in circles feeling the boy tremble every time his tongue would pass around the boy's fraenulum.

"You like it in there?" John asked the boy releasing the little pink cockhead.

He then started tonguing the boy's fraenelum as he continued to play with the boy's tiny marbles, knowing well his tongue was making the boy feel as horny as he would get, even if the boy did not know it yet.

The level of desperation Tim felt grew as the man's tongue started quickly licking under his dickie's head. He felt a weird thing in his crotch, like a sudden urgency to pee. He wanted to say something, he wanted to ask the man to stop or he would pee all over the man's face, but he couldn't speak and he couldn't fight back.

John saw the boy's little cock throb and recognized the signs, but he could not let the boy cum just yet, this was a golden opportunity and he was willing to make the most of it. Knowing he couldn't let the boy cum, he released the 11 cm [4¼ inch] pubescent cock and stood up from his place. He then started rubbing his cock against the boy's chest, rubbing his pee slit against the hard little knobs.

"There, there, Timmy," John said with a loving accent to his voice, "I'm gonna make you feel so good. Do you like it? Do you like my cockhead against your lovely boytits?"

Tim wanted to say no, he wanted this to stop, he felt desperate, he wanted to go, he wanted to go find his parents who might be desperate looking for him. And he felt strange, he felt weird, he felt naughty.

"We might not have much time, boy," John said and went back to his knees.

This time, however, he turned the boy around and made him bent a little. The virgin pink rosebud winked at John and the man licked his lips. Ever so tenderly, he spread the boy's round cheeks open and licked at the little button, which twitched instantly.

Tim felt the weirdest of feelings as the man's tongue licked his poopchute. He felt disgusted. Why would anyone lick someone's poophole? As the man carried on, tim noticed it didn't feel as weird, it was also a funny tickling as he'd felt on his dickie, though he didn't feel as desperate as when the man was licking his dickie's head.

John felt the boy relax a bit and, as he licked on the boy's delicious hole, he started manipulating the boy's cock with one of his hands. To his own surprise, the boy's rod was still rock hard, so John continued to attack the boy on both fronts.

Tim started feeling the desperation again as the man rubbed his dickie's head in circles while licking at his poophole. What was it that he was feeling? He was scared and desperate and at the same time his dickie felt so good, so weird, so tingly, but not bad. It wasn't definitely bad. But it was wrong, Tim knew it was wrong to be touched like that. He had been told at school, this was definitely bad touch. But why did bad touch feel weird and good?

John felt the boy dick throb in his fingers and knew the time had come. He could not risk being caught in the stall abusing the kid. So he turned the boy back and sat him on the toilet again. Once in place, John took the boy's noodle in his mouth. It was still hard but the tiny cockhead had hidden under the foreskin. John, fortunately, was good at giving head, he had become good sucking his cousin's James cock all those years before. Using his tongue and a bit of suction, he expertly sucked the little cockhead out of its hiding spot under the boy's abundant foreskin.

Tim felt those funny tingling sensations in his dickie as the man sucked him again. The desperation kicked in once again as the man sucked and licked his dickie's head. Tim didn't understand what he was feeling, but he couldn't fight anymore. It felt strange but it was not bad. He kept on telling himself he should feel bad, but he didn't. It tingled, and the feeling though weird, was definitely not bad. Maybe if he let the man continue, it would be over and he'd be able to go talk to his parents about it.

John did not want to wait any longer, so he sped up his oral ministrations on the boy's hard cocklet. As he sucked in and out, he made sure the tip of his tongue worked the boy's sensitive cockhead, especially around the fraenulum, since he'd noticed the boy was especially sensitive in there.

Tim felt the urgency again, and if the man didn't stop, he was sure he was going to pee in the man's mouth. As the tickling of his dickie's head continued, Tim moved about, trying to release himself from the man's grasp. He couldn't pee in the man's mouth. A sudden warm feeling added up to his desperation as the man continued to suck on his dickie and he felt something really really weird. Unable to process what he was feeling, Tim experienced a sudden explosion going from his groin into his dickie and he suddenly felt the spams on his little rod. He felt his dickie jump in the man's mouth and he knew he wasn't peeing, it was something totally totally different.

John felt in heaven as the pubescent rod started spitting a watery and immature cumload inside his mouth. He felt the tiny rod throb in his mouth as little Tim stopped struggling and his small frame shivered uncontrollably under the spell of what was clearly his first orgasm ever. He swallowed with urgency tasting boycum for the very first time in his life. Tim was breathing heavily when the man withdrew from the boy's cock.

"Is it the first time your dickie does that, Timmy?" John asked.

Tim nodded, looking at the man no longer with fear, but still in shock.

"Did it feel good?" John asked.

Tim nodded again slightly unsure and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Hey, hey, don't cry!" John said tenderly cupping the boy's face with his adult hands, "What I gave you is called an orgasm, and it's the best Christmas present anyone could be given."

As he spoke, he dried the boy's tears with his hands.

"Now, I want you to do the same for me," John said, "I'm going to remove the cap from your mouth. Do you want that?"

Tim nodded.

"Do you promise not to scream?"

Tim nodded again.

John stood up and started pulling the wool cap out of the boy's mouth. He knew he was risking too much, but he couldn't leave that mall without having the boy's gorgeous mouth wrapped around his drooling cock. Contrary to what he had expected, the boy did not scream.

"Good boy," John said, "now, open up."

Tim shook his head no.

John was not going to let go of the boy without being blown to orgasm, so, he pinched the boy's nose between index and thumb. Unable to breathe, Tim finally gave up and opened his mouth. John pushed his cock inside the boy's mouth and then released the boy's nose. John wasn't particularly big, his cock measuring 17 cm [6¾ inch] and of a regular girth, and so it wasn't hard to put it inside the Tim's mouth. Tim felt weird with the man's dickie up his mouth, but it didn't taste as bad as he had imagined. In fact it didn't taste like much. The man started moving pushing his dickie in and out of Tim's mouth, the boy imagining the man was feeling what he had felt in his own dickie some minutes before.

John felt delirious as the boy's lips wrapped around his cock, and he started slowly and ever so tenderly face-fucking little Timmy. He had never had a boy mouth in his cock and he imagined he wouldn't have it ever again. He was so worked up, that it didn't take long for his cock to start spurting in Timmy's mouth.

Tim felt the man's dickie jump inside his mouth, the way his dickie had jumped in the man's mouth and he imagined the man must be feeling that funny yet wonderful explosion in his crotch. The first spurt of the man's cum caught the boy unawares, but John held the boy in place.

"Swallow," he said softly.

Tim did not want to swallow and he felt the substance pooling inside his young mouth.

"Swallow, Timmy, please," John asked, "Please, Timmy, swallow."

Tim heard John pleading for him to swallow and so he did, realizing it didn't taste bad at all. If only, the texture was slightly weird. What was it? Tim knew it was not pee, it was something totally different. Maybe, and he remembered just then, sperm. They had had this class at school when they had explained…

"Oh, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy!" John said excited and then removed his cock from the boy's mouth.

Tim could have screamed then, he could have asked for help then, but he didn't. From his position he just looked at John, whose face was one of happiness.

John knelt before Tim and kissed him on the lips. It wasn't a peck, like his parents gave him some times. It was a different kiss, a long kiss and the man's tongue suddenly pushed Tim's lips opened and started exploring inside. Tim had never been kissed before. He had had a crush of Cherry, this girl from school and he had imagined kissing her a couple of times. But he never imagined he would be given his first kiss by a man. And adult man at that. The man's breath was mint mixed with a funny flavor which Tim imagined was the flavor of his own dickie and poophole.

"You were the best, Timmy," John said, "You were such a good good boy."

Tim started crying then unable to process what he had just been through. John held the boy to his body as he undid the bindings on the boy's arms.

"No, no, no," John whispered to the boy's ears, "Don't cry, my sweet boy. You were such a good good boy. Shhhh. It's okay, it's okay."

Tim didn't understand, he didn't understand anything, but as John held him, he threw his arms to the man's neck and cried with his face resting on the man's shoulder.

"You won't tell anyone, now will you, Timmy?"

"No," the boy murmured softly, his voice muffled by the man's chest.

"Do you want me to help you find your parents?" John asked.

John knew he was risking being caught, but he couldn't help feeling something warm inside him as the boy cried in his chest with his lovely arms around the man's neck. Little Tim nodded in his chest and John smiled to himself. He withdrew from the boy's embrace and looked him in the eye.

"You're the very first boy to ever drink my man milk," John said, "And your boy milk is the first I've ever tasted."

Tim looked at the man, a questioning look in his eleven year old face.

"You scared me," he said softly and matter of factly.

"I didn't mean to, I just wanted us to have a great time together. You made me feel real good, and I think I made you feel real good as well. At least this guy here had a good time," John said caressing Tim's now deflated cock.

"He did," Tim said softly and giggled.

John asked Tim to stand up and, when the boy did, he kissed the boy's tiny rod. He then started helping Tim get his clothes back in place and then took the boy's hand.

"We're gonna tell mom and dad you got lost, okay?" John said.

Tim nodded once dressed.

"And you won't say a word of what's happened, alright?"

Tim shook his head no.

John leaned to kiss the boy and Tim let the man do it.

"I wish I could keep you with me," John said looking into the boy's eyes.

Tim said nothing. John opened the stall and they both walked out of it and then left the bathroom. Tim pointed John in the direction in which he had come from and last seen his parents. Tim was confused. What John had done to him was bad touching, he now knew. But when his dickie exploded, Tim had felt something unlike anything he'd experienced before. Why had it felt good if it was something so bad?

As they walked, Tim lost in thought at what he had just experienced, he saw his dad running around, a face of fear an desperation drawn all over his face.

"Daddy!" Tim shouted.

The man turned around, his face one of relief as he saw his boy. He knelt before him and hugged him tightly against him as tears came to his eyes.

"I was so worried for you, so worried!" his dad said, "You've been missing for more than an hour now!"

It was not until he felt completely relaxed, that Tim's dad finally noticed the young man standing before them. He was young, Timothy gathered, not above twenty three for sure. He was around 1.75 m [5'9"] tall, with a blonde mane in the style of the Dukes of Hazard. He was dressed like any other boy his age, jeans, shirt and a heavy jacket.

"He was lost," John said, "I found him crying and he told me he was lost."

"Thank you so, so much!" Tim's dad said hugging the young man before him too, "I owe you my life!"

"No, no, sir," John said feeling slightly hypocritical still feeling the flavor of Tim's cum in his mouth, "I'm always glad to help."

"Let me make it up to you, please," Tim's dad insisted, "Let me buy you dinner."

"No sir, I…" John said genuinely touched and feeling as guilty as it was possible, "I think I'd better go now."

"Please, I insist," Tim's dad said.

"I…"

"What do you say, Timmy?" Dad asked, "Should we invite John dinner?"

Tim looked at John. He wasn't afraid of John anymore. In his mouth he could still feel the flavor of the man's man milk, as he had called it. John wasn't bad. He had scared him at first, but he wasn't bad. He had made him feel good even if scared. Finally, after pondering everything in his eleven year old mind and unable to make a decision, Tim shrugged.

"I'm Tim. Tim Stewart," Tim's dad said extending his hand for the young man.

"John," the boy replied, "John Winters."

"So, it's five o'clock. Do you want to go window watching with us til dinner time?" Tim's dad asked.

"Oh, sir…"

"Tim," the man said, "Call me Tim, please."

"Daddy?" Tim said.

"Yes, Timmy?" Tim senior said.

John froze. For the brief seconds in which Timmy looked at both of them, the young man feared the boy might tell his dad what had just happened in the public restroom, but Timmy suddenly smiled.

"Can we go home now?"

"Tim," his dad said, "that's rude. John helped you here and I feel like we should make it up to him."

"Oh, no, Tim!" John said in relief the boy had said nothing, "I'll be on my way now."

"Oh, John!" Tim senior said, "Let me at least give you a ride home. That's the least I can do!"

"It's a twenty minute ride from here, Tim," John said, "You really don't have to…"

"Please, daddy, can we go home now?" Tim said.

"Tim, knock it off!" Dad said.

Timothy Stewart looked at his boy and then at John who smiled openly. Tim thought good men still existed, completely oblivious to the fact that the man had just molested his young son in a public restroom.

"Please, John," Tim senior said, "It's the least I can do for you."

John nodded and Timothy asked the boy to follow him and Timmy. They all walked around to find Florence and the twins. He had not been stupid enough to tell her Timmy was missing and he inhaled deeply relieved that his son was safe and sound. John had managed to hold Timmy's hand and the boy did nothing to separate from the man, fearing that he might tell his parents what a naughty boy he had been in the public restrooms. Neither of them spoke. John was surprised that Timmy had let him hold his hand, though he wasn't sure whether it was out of fear.

An hour later, they were all walking towards the parking lot, where the family's 1982 Volkswagen beetle awaited. Florence had so many bags that they barely fit in the trunk. Some of the bags they had to put in the backseat and Florence pointed out they would be crammed in the back with the bags, John, Timmy and the twins, but the young man offered to take Tim on his legs, after all, it wasn't that far away to his place. Both Florence and Timothy told the young man that it wouldn't be fair for him to carry their son on his lap, since he was no longer a little child but an eleven year older, but John pointed out it would be inappropriate for him to carry one of the twins, because they were girls.

Finally, after some friendly arguing, the twins were crammed in the backseat with the bags, John and Timmy, who was sitting on the young man's lap. Florence had asked John if it would be too much to ask him to carry hear coat, and John said he'd be happy to. So, when John had given Timothy directions to where he lived, the man set the car in motion.

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes was all he had and little Timmy, his only boy ever, would be gone from his life forever. Thinking of that, and taking advantage of being covered by Florence's coat, John slipped his hand through the waistband of Timmy's jeans and underwear. Timmy froze but said nothing as he felt John's hand inside his clothing. He couldn't help it, as soon as John's hand started manipulating his dickie, it became real hard.

John felt as lucky as he ever had when Timmy's rod became hard almost as soon as he had started touching it. With almost no movement of any kind, he rolled the boy's foreskin back and took hold of Timmy's cockhead and started rubbing around the edges of the sweet pink knob he had eaten earlier in the day,

"So," Timothy said, "Are you currently studying, John?"

"I am, Tim," John replied as he started rubbing Timmy's fraenulum.

Timmy was ever so quiet as John talked to his dad. They boy was shocked to see that John could be talking with such easiness, as if he wasn't manipulating his dickie. But he couldn't say anything, he didn't want his parents to know he had been bad touched, and that he didn't think it had been bad. Timmy felt guilty that he thought it had felt good. He felt guilty that right now, before his parents and covered only by his mother's coat, it was feeling so good again.

"What are you studying?" Timothy asked.

"Journalism, sir," John said.

As he spoke, the college student added a second hand inside Timmy's underwear. With one he started jerking the boy's cock ever so slightly and with the other one he kept rubbing the little cockhead in circles. Timmy had precummed a bit, and the natural lubricant made it the easier to rub the boy.

"That's an ambitious career," Timothy said.

Tim felt the funny tingling in his groin as John continued to rub and jerk his dickie and he was afraid they might be discovered. He stayed put, as quiet as he could, trying to keep his breathing steady.

"It is, Tim," John said feeling Timmy's cocklet now throbbing incessantly in his hands.

John knew the boy was close to cumming. He thought about it, however, and decided he couldn't stop now, he could not get home asking himself what if…

"How far are you from finishing your studies, John?" Timothy asked.

Timmy bit his lip as he felt the explosion inside and his dickie started expelling his cum in John's hands under his underwear, trying real hard so as not to make any noise that might let his parents know what was going on.

"I'm still halfway through, sir," John replied feeling his left hand get wet in Timmy's juices.

John was so impressed that Timmy had remained quiet that, very discreetly, he kissed the boy's head. He did not, however, remove his hands from the boy's underwear, because he wanted to hold on to the boy's dick for as long as he could before they finally had to part… forever.

"Well," Timothy said, "I think we're here."

"Yeah, we are Tim. Thanks a lot for the ride," he said removing his hands from Timmy's underwear.

Florence opened her door and pushed the seat to the front, so as to allow the young man to get off the car. Timmy stood first, giving John sufficient time and cover to put his cum covered left hand inside his pocket. Timothy senior came down and shook the young man's free hand.

"Here's my card, John," the man said, "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call, okay?"

"Thank you, Tim," John said, "Do you have anything to write on, sir? I'd like to give you my number, in case you ever need anyone to babysit for Tim and the girls.

"What do you say, Timmy?" Daddy asked him, "Would you like for John to babysit every now and then?"

Timmy looked at the young man and then at his daddy and nodded.

"Yes, daddy," he said shyly, his dickie still tingly.

Timothy Stewart took John's number and after saying the proper goodbyes, he started the car to go home with his family. It was not until he was inside his small house, that John took his hand from his pocket and licked Timmy's cum from his hand. He sat in the living room and opened his fly to start jerking off. He thought of Timmy as he did so, reliving everything that had transpired throughout the day. Once he had cum, he went straight to bed and cried a little, knowing he'd never had the boy again.

Ever again.

Not an hour had passed, when the phone rang. He took the extension on his night table and picked up.

"Yes?" he said.

"John?" The sweet voice said on the other side of the line.

"Timmy?" John asked.

"Yes," the boy said, "I just wanted to say thank you, for giving me the best Christmas present ever."

The End?