Tim's Adventure 11
by Wordshop
The next morning both awakened in each other's arms. Tim was curled up almost in the fetal position, with the larger Tommy fit in behind him spoon fashion.
The air in the cabin was a little nippy, not really cold, just enough to make nudity a wee bit uncomfortable.
Tommy slowly eased his way away from Tim to begin to fix breakfast. He did not want to wake him.
Tommy's mind was having trouble taking in the events of the previous evening. Without his even realizing it, Tim had totally taken charge and the more submissive he became the more dominant Tim had become. The roles were like a drug to both of them. Tommy had become so aroused at one point he actually ejaculated when Tim had taken apart the exercise cables and tied his hands behind him. Tommy had no idea how he was going to be able to cope with a huge hairy muscle dom in Tim. Just the thought again had his dick throbbing and rock hard.
He wanted to calm down so that he and Tim could go riding.
Tommy had prepared a decent breakfast of bacon and eggs and served it to a stunned Tim in bed. Tim really did not know what to make of this behavior, but, it was nice to have someone you loved really care for you and pamper you once in a while.
At the end of breakfast, Tommy had disappeared for a few minutes and with few words came back in to drink some juice.
When Tim walked outside the cabin he saw that both horses were already saddled. He was wondering how Tommy managed to saddle the "problem child". He was not going to question it.
Tim re-adjusted the stirrups and checked the cinch on the saddle before mounting the horse. The puzzle that really got to him was why this horse had taken to him in this way.
They had been riding for about 15 minutes when they came to the entrance to a hillside trail. The trail had been well used and was in reasonable shape, but there were rocks and ledges to the left side of the rider and a slope off to the right as the trail ascended about one-hundred and fifty feet.
As they started to ascend the trail, both horses started to act nervous and jumpy. Tim was more sensitive to this than Tommy. As the rock face to the left side became more steep the nervousness in the horses seemed to escalate.
All of a sudden without warning Tim saw a flash out of the corner of his left eye and immediately Rosie reacted. Tommy was totally unprepared and momentarily lost his balance. Tommy was thrown and soon it was obvious that the horses had sensed the presence of a common rattle snake. Tommy was down on his back and in obvious pain.
Gypsy remained calm and as soon as she was past the danger, the stomp of a hoof brought an end to the snake.
Rosie again remained calm while Tim dismounted and ran to Tommy. The pain was beginning to ease, and then it was noticed that there were two small holes and some blood on Tommy's left calf. The holes could have been from a snake bite, but, nobody was certain. Tim immediately went into his saddle bag looking for the cell phone. The phone was not where he had packed it.
At this point, the color fled from Tim's face. If the snake had bitten Tommy, his life even now could be in peril.
Realizing what Tim was looking for, Tommy turned ashen white and went into a total panic himself. Why had he taken the phones out originally.
Tommy was still in great pain and getting back onto a horse right now was going to prove impossible. From this location it was a good hour ride on horseback to get help. Even with a relatively fast four-wheel drive, it would take by the back roads about 30 minutes for help to get to Tommy.
Tim simply could not leave Tommy and he knew he had to get help.
Tim looked at Tommy with stern eyes and a look that Tommy had never seen before. It was a strange look, one of dominance and one of sweetness at the same time. Tommy was so scared that he was on the verge of fainting. His heart was pounding.
Tommy could not believe that Tim who weighed one hundred pounds less than he did managed to get him up into a standing position. What he did not even comprehend was how Tim managed to get him back up on the back of his horse. Tommy was in a mental fog and going in to shock. It was not snake venom at this point, at Tommy's weight, it would take a great deal longer for that to take effect.
The next thing Tommy knew or remembered he was in a hospital bed and hooked up to enough equipment to feel like a television picture tube!
Tommy was starting to come around and was still a little groggy.
Tommy looked over to see Mike, Gary and Tim talking to the doctor.
"If he had not been so large and with so much weight and muscle the outcome of this might not have been this good." "He's going to have a very sore calf for a couple of weeks, but we should have him out of here within the next 24 hours." "There is no cardiac involvement, his unconscious state was not a result of the snake venom, but from shock and fear." "Basically his mind could not cope with the thought of this being some kind of end and he was in fear that there was no way that help could be obtained."
Physically Tommy was kicked out of the hospital quickly. The tiny amount of venom that had been injected had caused a great deal of soreness in his left calf, and that placed him with a cane, but it would be over soon as it healed.
The mental state Tommy was in was not as good as his physical one. He was just reaching the reality that if the snake had chosen to bite Tim instead that he would have already been planning a funeral. The more this reality hit him, the harder it hit him.
He did not know how he was ever going to face Tim. His desire for romance and privacy had overruled his common sense.
Tim had not gone to the hospital to pick up Tommy when he had been discharged. When Tommy saw the car there without Tim, the panic started to set in again, and tears began to stream down his face.
Tommy started crying so hard after he got into the Lincoln that both Mike and Gary wondered what the hell had happened now.
"I fucked up!" was all that Tommy said.
"You certainly did."
"Tim packed the cell phones and I wanted privacy, you know that the gym has my cell number, I didn't want interruptions……" "I took them out and put them in Tim's nightstand."
"How did you get on that horse?"
"I didn't….I don't remember getting on at all…..God! Uncle Mike I don't remember!"
"What do you remember?"
"All I remember is getting this really weird feeling, everything spinning and then Tim's arms around me, lifting me……"
"That's it?"
"Tim doesn't really have memories of it either at this moment."
"He doesn't?"
"No!"
"The only thing we can figure out is that somehow under the influence of a 55 gallon drum of adrenaline, Tim somehow picked you up and shoved you up on that horse." "There are some marks on the saddle that kind of make it look like that is what happened."
"Oh God!"
"Is Tim OK?"
"He must hate me…….." "I feel so incredibly stupid!"
"Why isn't he here?"
Just as this came out the waterworks started again, and Tommy started crying really hard. He was now terrified that it was over between he and Tim.
"No we wouldn't let him come."
"Why not?"
"Because we have to talk to you."
"Are you mad at me?"
"Well Tommy, we both understand what you wanted to do, but why couldn't you just turn the cell phones off?" "That way they would have been there in an emergency." "Why do you think that we gave cells to both of you guys?"
"Tommy, do you realize what would have happened if Tim had been bitten instead of you?"
" I have been doing a lot of crying over that one, yes, Uncle Mike I do now realize that one.." "Right now I feel like I would be better off if I was dead."
"Why would you say that?"
"Because I am going to have to face Tim………."
"Why, are you afraid?"
" Uncle Mike, I have never been so terrified of anything in my life."
"Because of all the ruckus around the house, and you in the hospital all I can tell you is that the one we were more worried about was Tim."
"Really?"
"Yep!"
"Why?"
"Tim was like a caged animal, he couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep, his stomach was upset constantly." "He also was so sore all over, and he described it as feeling as if he had been run over by a truck."
"The only thing that could account for that is the adrenaline reaction we most fear."
"I don't understand Uncle Mike?"
"Tommy, the quantity of adrenaline that would have been required for him to do what he did could have cost Tim his life."
"Oh God……….."
"When that much adrenaline pumps in blood pressure elevates, heart rate increases exponentially, and strength under the right circumstances can go up exponentially."
"Tommy, there have been many cases where people have lifted automobiles off of their children to save the children from eminent peril."
"I've heard about that."
"We will be back at the ranch in a few minutes."
"I'm still afraid of Tim…."
"Well, we've decided to give Tim the transformation…."
"He's proven himself a thousand times over."
"When are you going to do it?"
"As soon as your leg is back to normal."
"Have you talked to Tim?"
"What did he say?"
"He would do anything for you……."
"I don't understand?"
"He was initially really pissed at you, he really has little memory right now of how he managed to get you on to that horse, and his justification was that if you keep growing bigger he is going to have to be around to deal with you if you screw up again."
"Oh God!"
"Am I that bad?"
"Not really, he loves you more than life itself, and he more than ever realized that what he accomplished out on that trail was a miracle of God." "He knows he somehow did it and he wants to be there for you."
"Oh God!"
"Tommy, when he got you down to the ranch we were so scared." "We were afraid you weren't going to make it." "We had no idea how much venom had been injected into you and Tim had no options but to do what he did."
"Do you know how you got from the ranch into the hospital.?"
"No."
"You, my idiotic nephew, had your first helicopter ride!"
"Oh God!"
"That little ride kid is very likely going to cost our medical insurance somewhere between three and five thousand dollars."
When the car pulled up behind the ranch house, Tommy tried to get out. He was in great pain from the left calf and he stumbled. He grabbed his cane and tried to walk as he had been instructed, but, this wasn't going to be easy.
"How the fuck am I gonna get to the gym tomorrow?"
"Tim is driving you."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean, what do you mean?"
"OK, the Ranchero is a stick shift, and your left leg and a clutch won't get along."
"I have to have the Dodge dually because I have some stuff to do out at the Fair Grounds." "You pulled the tranny on the El Camino to get the trans done….remember?"
"I have to have the Lincoln this week for a trip up to SantaFe, but we maybe can negotiate things next week?"
"Damn, I am going to feel like a total wuss!"
"For this week you ARE a total wuss!"
"Damn this damn calf hurts like hell!
During this whole exchange at the back of the house Tommy's eyes were darting all over wondering where Tim was. He was no where to be seen.
The absence of Tim made Tommy's heart start to pound and the longer he remained absent, the more nervous and upset Tommy became. His color was getting worse and worse both from the pain in he was experiencing and his fears over facing Tim.
Tim was in fact, in the barn completely bathing and grooming both Rosie and Gypsy. He wanted to do this to work off the anger he had for Tommy at this point. Gypsy was rather "ho-hum" over the whole thing, and Rosie was watching the attention that Gypsy was getting from Tim and was becoming jealous.
In the few hours that Mike and Gary had been gone, Tim had completely cleaned and dressed the tack, cleaned and dressed the saddles, checked the hooves and cleaned the frogs. He had shaved the faces, trimmed the manes, and the anger was still very strong in him.
Tommy hobbled into the bedroom in a great deal of pain. He was in a cold sweat and his color was an ashen gray. He started removing his clothing to get in bed. And the tender leg was just driving him crazy. As he reclined into the bed he touched the side where the bite had been and yelped in pain. He had pain medication, did he remember to take it?
Where was the bottle of that stuff anyway? Damn the nerves were making him nauseous as well.
Tommy took a pain pill and tried to lie down again. This time as his head hit the pillow the room started spinning and wouldn't stop. In a matter of minutes Tommy's stomach and digestive tract started to reverse direction and he started feeling vomit heading back up where some cola had been washed down. Tommy tried very hard to control his throat and reflexes to get to the toilet before the event took place. If it had not been for the game leg he would have made it too.
Just as Tommy tripped at the doorway to the bathroom in his shorts, Tim was in the hallway headed into the room. He entered the room just as Tommy fell on the tile floor of the bathroom heaving his guts out.
Tommy totally broke at this feeling totally helpless. He was so upset he was crying, blaming himself and cussing up a blue streak all at the same time. He was totally unaware that Tim had witnessed the whole thing.
In a matter of moments, Tim had returned with help and was trying to soothe Tommy. Tommy was so upset that he was almost out of control in despair at his present situation.
The level of despair was so great that he initially had not even realized that Tim had been present watching him fall, heave and then go "off the deep end".
Tommy was mortified, lying face down on the bathroom floor in his own vomit, the room spinning, sweat and a cold clammy feeling overtaking his body and now there was his first love. Was he dying and this was additional punishment?
Tim reached out with a damp towel and started to mop the sweat off of his love. Seeing Tommy suffering like this had ended all of his anger immediately. Tommy was paying a horrible price and it was obvious that he had inflicted punishment upon himself to a level that Tim could not even begin to comprehend.
It took an hour to get Tommy calmed down, cleaned up and back in bed. It appeared that the combination of an empty stomach and a pain pill which was supposed to be taken with food had taken a rather hefty toll on Tommy.
As soon as Tommy's head hit the pillow he was out cold.
"What time does he have to be to work tomorrow?"
"Eleven A.M."
"What am I driving?"
"The Ranchero, Tommy pulled the automatic transmission out of the El Camino and had it rebuilt." "He just had not managed to get it put back in."
"The parts all there?"
"As far as I know." "There is some special kind of torque converter that he had saved for and some other linkage parts that were new old stock that he had collected."
"He feels that his independence is being taken away."
"Look, Mike and I could get the tranny put back in that thing, but if we did that he would not have finished the job he started himself."
"Unfortunately he needs the automatic transmission right now."
"How long has the car been sitting?"
"Not really all that long……probably no more than six months."
"You know how to do that job?"
"I have my ways."
"I wonder how Tommy would react if you did his work?"
"It is either I work this thing through, or he has to be driven around like the bodybuilding communities answer to `Miss Daisy'".
"Which do you think is going to damage his highnesses ego more?"
"Probably the Miss Daisy act."
There was not a great deal of communication between Tommy and Tim that night. Tommy was too embarrassed over the trip and throwing up to even face himself. Let alone Tim.
The next morning when Tommy awakened, Tim was already out dealing with the duties of the ranch, and again Tommy felt somehow that he had let Tim down horribly. He winced again in pain as he placed weight on his left leg and stepped over to the mirror. As he stood there, for some unknown reason his heart sank and the tears began to form. This upset Tommy because he knew that there was no real reason for this emotional state. The only thing he could figure was that he was again in fear of somehow losing Tim.
Why did love have to be so painful?
The mood was strange between them when it was time for Tommy to go to work. Tim was worried about getting the transmission back in the El Camino and Tommy was afraid to say anything for fear of doing something more to make an ass out of himself.
Tommy's fellow gym workers greeted him enthusiastically and wanted to know all about the snake bite that had thrown him into the hospital for a couple of days. He was in some ways given a hero's welcome. Tommy did not really feel all that great about it perceiving himself as a stupid idiot in the whole affair and the cause of his own problems.
Tim got the ranch hands doing what had to be done and then got his keys to head into the shop area where Tommy's project El Camino was sitting. The vehicle was properly supported on jack stands and other than a light coating of dust was pristine. Tim grabbed the creeper and dusted it off. Sitting next to the creeper was a mechanics drop light. Tim grabbed the drop light and after dusting it off noticed that it was still plugged in. The bulb shone brightly. Tim went down on the floor on to the creeper and rolled under, looking up at a big blank space where the transmission would normally be. The transmission had been removed properly and all of the linkage pieces and mounts were sitting on several sheets of heavy cardboard under the truck engine area.
Tim had some experience on cars because of the truck stop. He had been around when Jake had taken the transmission out of old man McCready's wife's Cadillac. This looked kind of like the same transmission that he remembered.
Tim then found the completely rebuilt transmission on the bench next and in a box was a brand new high performance torque converter from a Company called "B&M".
Tim had the basic concepts, but not the particulars.
"Hello Jake?" "This is Tim Kelly."
By two-thirty P.M. Tim had taken numerous breaks to see to it that the work around the ranch was being completed on schedule, and with the help of his friend Jake who was one of the mechanics at the truck stop Tim had also gotten the automatic transmission and torque converter mated, the seals installed properly and the transmission installed in the El Camino. Right now, the El Camino battery was on the charger and a small portion of the automatic transmission fluid had been put back in the transmission. Jake gave Tim all the instructions and said to call him back when he got the engine in the car started.
At the gym Tommy was training a kid by the name of Andy Briggs. Tommy really felt sorry for Andy because he was the classic "hard gainer" Andy was still living home with his parents. He was in his senior year in High School and weighed no more than 125 pounds. He was small in many ways and as a result he was constantly being picked on by the other kids. The diet was hard, the lifting was hard, and it had taken Tommy six months to get Andy from 110 pounds up to 125. The kid worked so hard and tried so hard that he had driven himself to vomiting more than once, and he just kept digging in and trying harder. Tommy wondered what it would be like if his own genetics had not been "re-programmed". Would he have been a hard gainer too?
Tommy was appreciative of his gifts, and was in some ways saddened that it was not yet the time to have a kid like Andy in line to benefit from the same thing he had experienced.
Tim poured a little gasoline down the carburetor and after a few tries the engine of the El Camino came up running. It was not running well, but it was running. Tim knew enough to know that something was wrong here, and this presented another problem.
Though there was a light covering of dust on the intake manifold it appeared that the manifold had been off the car recently.
He knew well enough what to do. He shut the engine down to again let the battery charge more. He then started looking for a can of starting fluid to begin to check for vacuum leaks.
He finally found a case of the stuff, and after removing a can from the case, he returned to the car and restarted the engine now somewhat cooled down. As he went around the engine quickly waiting for the engine speed to change not much was happening. When he sprayed around the carburetor gaskets at the base of the carburetor the engine sputtered and the speed came up quite a bit. Tommy had missed something!
At about five-thirty P.M. Tim had the transmission in and it was shifting perfectly. The removal of the carburetor and the repair of the vacuum leak would be something he would have to do later in the evening. He would have to do that after he picked Tommy up from work and he would need Gary and Mike's help to create enough of a diversion.
Not much was said when Tim picked Tommy up from work. He had been using a cane, but his leg and calf were hurting badly where the snake had bitten him. The pain pills helped, but they were not doing the job as well as Tommy would have liked. By the time Tim got there with the Ranchero, Tommy was hurting and winced as he sat down on the seat of the little car. Tim slowly eased away from the curb, and the two drove from the gym back to the ranch in virtual silence. The radio station was an oldies station "101 Gold" out of El Paso, Texas. The station was playing a tribute and as they drove he heard the Shirelles do "Soldier Boy", the Tornados do Telstar, and finally Del Shannon with Runaway. At least for a time Tommy lost himself and his problems in the music.
Tim pulled up to the back of the ranch home and dropped Tommy off before taking the little Ranchero to the garages. He had worked it out with Mike and Gary in a sense. All he said was that he needed them to create some activities to keep Tommy busy for a couple of hours so that he could finish the El Camino.
The more they tried to keep things going, the more upset Tommy became. He was certain that Tim was still violently angry with him, and that he had completely blown it.
Tim was very concerned and did not want to hurt Tommy, but the El Camino was needed and needed right now. Mike and Gary had independently visited Tim in the shop and saw how hard he had worked to get the El Camino back up and running.
Good or bad with regards to how Tommy was going to take it, both Mike and Gary had to agree that Tim deserved the transformation and that he was the best thing that had ever come into Tommy's life.
Tommy repeatedly asked where Tim was and he was told that Tim was working out in the barn repairing damage that had been done to the saddle when he had been hoisted up on top of it. The truth was it had taken Tim about 20 minutes to repair the saddle and it had been done days before, but, the subject was not something that Tommy wanted to be anywhere near when he was around Tim until he felt that things had calmed down.
Tim walked into the ranch house just before dinner. Gary asked: "How did things go with that saddle?" "It should be ready to ride easily by the time Tommy has to go to work tomorrow morning." "Tommy was thinking……..What now? I don't get a ride, and I am going to be reduced to a horse?" He did not dare say anything for fear that this would be a correct assumption.
The next morning Tommy was still moving kind of slowly, especially when he first got up. Things in his left leg were really stiff and he had been told that this would last a while until the tissue had time time to repair itself.
By the time Tommy was out and ready to eat Tim could not be seen. Tommy was still afraid of Tim and that he had really screwed the relationship up. He was so in love, he could not image life without Tim. The mere thought of that brought him to a cold sweat.
Tommy went back to their bedroom and began to get dressed. Tommy's love for Tim had become very painful because he simply needed the love and closeness that Tim supplied.
Tommy had his lunch packed and was ready for Tim to take him to work when a rumble was heard from the shop. Soon a familiar sight came from he shop area. Tommy was certain he was losing his mind. There was an El Camino the same as his headed toward him. When he had installed the new intake manifold there were problems, and he had not had time to sort them out. The car he heard was running perfectly. He could hear the rasp as the 454 breathed into the exhaust headers and the distinct rumble as the sound was transmitted back to the mufflers.
In the previous few minutes, without his knowledge, Mike and Gary had appeared behind Tommy to observe his reaction. Standing behind him, they could not see the tears running down Tommy's face. He was not mad at all. He realized instantly that all the games had been so that the El Camino could get fixed and running because it had an automatic transmission.
Tim pulled up to Tommy and opened the door. As he did so, Tommy momentarily forgot the pain in his left leg and almost ran towards Tim with his arms outstretched. When he grabbed Tim he hugged him and kissed him repeatedly, thanking him again and again.
Mike and Gary looked on and realized that Tommy had learned something about relationships and helping each other is not an invasion, but when done at the right time it is help to the person needing extracation from a bad situation.
Tim was elated to have Tommy's arms around him. They felt wonderful.
Love is a strange thing and nobody understands all parts of it one hundred percent.
The running El Camino was a total sign of forgiveness to Tommy which was the real beginning of Tommy's healing. The beginning of Tommy's mental healing from the pain he caused himself and others was also the beginning of Tommy's rapid physical healing. It was that day that things really started to turn around for him.
Things started to turn around and as each day passed, with the pressure off, Tommy's leg and mental outlook began to improve more and more.
By the end of that week the cane was no longer necessary and the tenderness was still there, but it was improving quickly.
That Friday night, as they were lying in bed, Tommy reached over and just gave Tim a gentle hug.
"I need to apologize to you."
"For what?"
"For a lot of things."
"I don't know why you've stayed here or with me?"
"Because I love you…..you big oaf!"
"No really!"
"I look back on all of the things I have done and I'm ashamed."
"You're ashamed of what?"
"The mess over Rosie is one example." "I was so upset that a horse I could never get close to decided she was in love with you." "I could not cope with the thought that you could come here and learn things so quickly." "I couldn't cope with your natural abilities or at least what I perceived them to be."
"I have acted like a spoiled child at times and I'm really severely ashamed of that." "When you moved here, I expected and wanted to be the husband or life-partner of your dreams, and I have at times failed you miserably." "I have come off like some neurotic soap opera character."
"Uncle Mike and Uncle Gary said that they talked about using the same stuff on you that they used on me." "What did they tell you about the side effects?"
"More hair probably, some chance of making the acne really bad, tons more muscle, raging sex drive, bigger dick, and some fatigue if the growth exceeds a certain speed."
"They can deal with most of the side effects and the acne will be gone forever when they are finished."
"I know, I have always seen myself as this little `crater-faced' geek!" "I don't consider myself good-looking at all." "I have never been wild about the body hair because it made me even more different in High School and I was picked on."
"What are they going to do to me with this stuff."
"The first week will be a series of injections to alter your skin, fix the acne, and take care of other things that will make the growing part safe for you." "The shots will be in numbers and every day for that first week." "The main thing at that time is to get you ready for the next phase."
"What is that?"
"That is where the growth begins." "The first shots of that phase take about a week again and this time you only get one a day." "The changes will start happening by the end of the third week." "You won't get any more shots for a while, but there will be some blood draws." "The first thing that you will have happen is your sex drive will go through the roof." "In the beginning it is kind of fun, but, in my case it kind of took over my life for a while." "It may be different for you, but that is how it was for me." "Oh?"
"I'm expecting help on that part."
"I'm looking forward to helping you."
"How long will it take to make me as big as you?"
"There is no way we can tell completely, because you and I are not genetically identical."
"Before I started I was smaller than you are now." "I gained over 100 pounds of muscle and after you're transformed, they want me to do another round."
"Wow!"
"Exactly, major wow!"
"When were they planning on starting?"
"I will probably be totally back to functioning by next weekend."
"The first shots will probably take place next weekend."
"That soon?"
The following week was a blur, and Tommy was excited at what was coming with Tim. He didn't want to think of anything negative. He knew that Tim had a very dominant side and with what was coming may give him some things that would make him difficult to handle. It could also go the opposite direction and cause him to be like a cat in heat on his back with his legs in the air. Nobody exactly knew which way it was going to go.
While the anticipation grew in Tommy the fear of the unknown grew in Tim.
What would it be like to be this muscle monster jock?
What would it feel like to have a huge cock swinging soft between his legs?
By the next weekend, Tommy's leg had a few sensitive spots, but was for the most part back to normal.
Mike and Gary had a very work filled week, but the most important part was what was coming with Tim. On Friday afternoon they took some blood from Tim and the work on the genetics and cell programming started. This would be the first of many things going into Tim, and it was going to be a new adventure for all of them.
It was not until Sunday that the first series of injections were ready.
What was unknown to Tommy was that a few special injections had been prepared for him as well. These were preparatory for his additional transformation, but, they were more engineered for the enhancement of Tommy's abilities to cope with what was coming in Tim than anything else.
On Sunday afternoon, Tommy and Tim both went to Mike and Gary's Labs. The blinds were drawn so there was no way a stray eye could ever see what was about to be done.
Tim received two injections this first day, and Tommy was surprised to be told to drop his pants for two I.M. injections. He got one in each cheek. He made the assumption that his two injections were just some vitamins or necessary inoculations.
Tommy left the Lab and he and Tim started preparing a special steak dinner for all four of them for dinner that evening.
Tim and Tommy worked together as a perfect team and it was a thing of beauty to watch, almost like a well oiled machine.
Tim turned to Tommy and said, "I feel a little bit hyped, it is kinda weird!"
When Tommy reached down he could feel that Tim's cock was hard as the granite counter tops in the kitchen. It was a condition in which Tim would find himself more and more often for a while.