My Story of Tim - I Hoped to Look Just Like him

Continued story -  Dave forms more trust in Tim at a very delicate time, perhaps choosing to
follow his desires? Read-on
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 As Tim began undoing the knot I'd made in the string of the suit I just stood there. He was talking to me, but I had no idea what he was saying. There may have been a trace of nervousness in his voice, like he knew we were crossing into some new and dangerous territory, but I wasn't aware of it. At the time, it just seemed he was going ahead in a mature and casually way, like this was totally normal thing for us to be doing.

My mind was racing with nervous, childish fears of my own impending exposure.

Before I knew it, he had undone the knot in the swim trunks, then without ceremony, he slowly, gently, pulled them down.

He leaned over my shoulder, looking down, as he slid my bathing suit off and my circumcised little adolescent boy dick, still soft, sprung out from my suit.

"Wow, David," he smiled, looking down at my body. "You've sure changed this past year. You've really grown up a lot."

He was right. Especially about my dick. A year before this my penis had been the usual size of a prepubescent little boy, which I'm guessing was around an inch or two at best and almost never hard. Now it was over 4" when hard and, believe me, it got hard a lot! Like Tim, I was cut, but in
contrast to my little organ, Tim's was much bigger.

For some reason, when he said what he did, about how much I'd changed, my nervousness faded a bit, replaced by a feeling of pride that he was noticing me, noticing my body, and noticing how much I'd matured in the past year. I'd gone from being a physically immature little boy to something more, and he was the first person to comment on that.

He kept talking about my body, how much it had changed, and as he did he began washing my arms using soap and his bare hands.

He gave my bicep a squeeze and commented, "You've got so much more muscle than you did last year. You're changing so much, in many nice ways," he said, lifting my arms up to wash under them.

"Here," he said, "See this?" and he lifted his own arms up to show me his body and, in particular, the hair he had under his muscular arms. "You're gonna start getting hair like this real soon, ya' know."

Looking at him, his physique; arms, legs, chest, everything... all I could think about was that someday I hoped I would look just like him.

 He went back to washing me and began to rub his hands down my back again, washing it slowly, just like before, only this time he didn't stop when he got to my waist. Before, I'd had a swim suit on. Now, he let his hands go lower and began washing my butt. I loved the feeling of his bare hands on my soft, naked bottom, but I didn't say anything. He lovingly soaped up and rubbed each cheek, then washed the cleft between them, before letting his hands go lower still.

 He began washing my legs, moving his bare hands down the back of them, which just felt so good, but when he started working his hands back up again, he moved them more to the front. He began moving his hands up and down my legs, washing in long strokes, but each time he'd go a little bit higher, a little bit farther.

 That's when I started to get that funny feeling again, but now stronger than ever before, and I quickly realized, to my horror and embarrassment, I was getting a boner!

 Tim kneeled behind me in the shower and kept washing my legs, moving his hands higher each time until he was way up on my thighs, just inches below my growing erection.

 His hands softly slipped higher until I felt his fingers brushing tenderly along my inner thighs, brushing between my soft ball sack and the smooth, velvet skin of my upper legs, touching both as he probed deeply back between my legs. It was electric, his fingers touching my ball bag and my upper thighs! I felt so good but so nervous. It was a different sensation than I'd ever felt before, both wonderful and scary. The only part of the feeling I understood was that I definitely did NOT want him to stop!

 My mind was in such a state of overload that I didn't hear what Tim said next, but a moment later, he reached around from behind me and, with soap and bare hands, began to wash my erect penis.

 I swear, at that moment my dick was harder than it had ever been before in my life! I was medium size for a boy my age but totally rigid, a man size swelling of horny desire extending my adolescent member to the limit.

 As Tim washed me he began slowly stroking his soapy hand up and down my dick.

 "Wow, you really are growing up!" he commented. "Last year you didn't have any hair down here at all, now look at you. You should be proud."

 I just smiled and said, "Yeah," my mind and body totally entranced by what he was doing.

End Part II of III (to be continued)

Dave R.