Tim’s Origins 5: Let the Grown-Ups Talk

My jealousy over Kev and Alex? It vanished. Replaced by something new: one joint, one confession, and the fucked-up realization that shame could be a major turn-on for me. Suddenly, I wasn’t in control. Alex gave me my first direct order, and I crawled to him like a puppy – and it felt so damn right.

From Cushy Kid to Concrete Jungle
The Runaway 1 – Discovering My Sexuality
The Runaway 2 – The Price of Freedom
Coitus Interruptus
Let the Grown-Ups Talk
Good Night, Dear Loneliness
Happy Birthday

I just re-read the last chapter—”Coitus Interruptus”. It’s pretty intense to experience that emotional rollercoaster all over again: from the initial pain and uncertainty to that overwhelming, amazing feeling that just topped everything back then.

Today, anal sex for me is… well, you know my countless videos… it’s still damn hot, but it’s also become a kind of standard, something familiar. It’s also interesting how preferences change. Lately, I’ve been noticing more and more how much I also love to be active and do the fucking myself. But yeah, my roots, my “Origins,” are clearly in being passive. Those experiences shaped me.

Oh, and because the question keeps coming up: No, there are no pictures from that time. And guys, even IF there were, I would never show them. I wasn’t even 15 back then. There are absolute boundaries, and they are damn important. It’s a matter of respect and the law. Just so we’re clear.

But enough talk. You want to know what happens next, right? Buckle up. I know what you’re probably most excited about: The morning after.

When I woke up, heavy moans were already in the air. But I was completely uninvolved. It was, however, a damn good feeling to open my eyes a crack, still drowsy with sleep, and to have the show of the day right in front of me: Kev and Alex in some pretty hot back-and-forth action.

Of course, I immediately pretended to be asleep. I just opened my eyes to tiny slits and simply watched the two of them. They were so in their own world, having some really intense fun together. And in that moment, I realized how drastically everything had changed. There was no more jealousy, no feeling of being left out. Instead, there was… joy. An honest, almost proud joy in watching them. That was the proof: Our little unit was working.

I watched them for a while longer, until they both came almost at the same time. Exhausted and panting, they collapsed next to each other. Alex landed right beside me, his breath still coming fast.

I waited a moment. Then, instead of saying anything, I just leaned over to Alex, looked at both of them, and said quietly, “Good morning, you two.” I took his still half-hard dick in my hand. The semen made it wet and slightly sticky. And without hesitating any further, I began to explore it with my tongue, to lick him clean.

Guys, I have to rave about this for a second. On one hand, the salty and clumpy taste of Alex’s cum, but underneath it was clearly that other, tart, musky taste of Kev’s ass that I knew so well by now. This mixture… dude… It was as if I was tasting both of them at the same time, an intimate map of their encounter on my tongue.

Alex looked at me and smiled when I was done. He said a quiet “Thanks,” pulled me up to him, and gave me a kiss on the mouth. Then he gently guided my head over to Kev, and I gave him a deep, long kiss, too.

“Alright boys, it’s time, I have to go to work,” Alex said, breaking the silence. We all got up. He went to the bathroom, Kev sat down at the console, and I went to the kitchen to make coffee for all three of us.

Life as a Threesome

So you’re probably wondering how our daily life looked, and more importantly: where did all the cash for rent, food, and all that shit come from?

And I gotta be honest: to this day, I’m still damn grateful to Alex for that. Without much complaining, he covered the lion’s share with his apprentice salary. On top of that came his vocational training allowance and a… well, let’s call it a mysterious side hustle with the guys at the door, which he never talked much about. I think, in the beginning, his motivation was pretty clear: he just thought Kev was hot and wanted him around. And me? I was the extra. The “plus one” that came with the package. An extra whose benefits he also started to enjoy.

The daily routine in our threesome flatshare had more or less settled in. My role in the pad was clear pretty quickly: I was “the wife” of the household. And I was and remained the bookworm. My luck was that a library card was free for teens up to 14 – my zero-cost hobby, so to speak. And yeah, I read a lot, the usual stuff: mangas, fantasy, and young adult novels…

Because I was there so often, I developed a kind of relationship with one of the librarians, Jasmin. Actually, Ms. Hansen, but she was cool. Looking back, she was kind of a mother figure for me during that time. A stable, friendly adult in my life. She was also the one who, at some point, handed me the book “The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens” by Sean Covey. Back then, I didn’t think much of it, but that book… it would later change a few things in my life. An important seed that was planted right there.

But I didn’t just hang around. From time to time, I could earn a little extra cash. The boss at the kebab shop around the corner thought I was cool somehow, so I was allowed to do deliveries for him now and then. That was the first cash of my own I ever held in my hand.

And Kev? Well, Kev primarily gamed. 🙂 He made full use of the daytime when Alex was at work. In the evenings, the console belonged to Alex, that was the unwritten rule. It was his Xbox, after all. When he wasn’t gaming, he wore himself out physically – either with Alex, with me, or he went for a run or to the local court to play ball.

So that’s how most of our days went. Our radius was pretty small, for three simple reasons: we had barely any cash, and as runaways, we obviously didn’t want to attract too much attention. On top of that, the COVID lockdown was just being declared around that time. So we mostly hung around the apartment during the day. But of course, that also gave us a lot of time for our other “training,” and so, anally, I wasn’t quite such a total beginner anymore soon. 🙂

When Alex came home from work in the evening, the whole dynamic changed. Then, everything primarily revolved around him and his mood. If he had a shit day, I usually retreated to a corner with a book. If he was in a good mood, we’d chat and game on the sofa together, or he’d have fun with Kev. Sometimes I was involved in that, too, but mostly it was their thing.

During this time, Tom also stopped by pretty often. He was a really cool dude, even if at almost 40, he was an old fart to me. Most of the time, he brought Alex a small, inconspicuous package. And it was noticeable that in the evenings when Alex was there, the doorbell would ring more often. But most of the people didn’t really come inside; they just talked briefly with Alex in the hallway.

Smoking Truth

On one of the following evenings, the mood was just perfect. The three of us were hanging out in the living room, totally relaxed, and had opened a couple of beers. Honestly, I didn’t really like the taste, but hey, at 14 you wanted to be a “grown-up,” right? In the middle of this chilled atmosphere, Alex asked the group, “Have you guys ever smoked weed?”

I was totally astonished when Kev, without batting an eye, answered, “Sure.” I knew that was a lie, but of course, I didn’t say anything. I myself had absolutely no experience with it. Alex just grinned. “Then let’s change that today,” he said and began to roll a joint with complete calm.

Sure, I’d smoked one or two cigarettes in the group home, but this was different. I immediately had the horror stories from others in my head – about sickness, paranoia, complete bad trips. But what was I supposed to do? I wanted to belong and definitely didn’t want to contradict Alex.

So I took my first drag of this joint and promptly coughed my lungs out. The smoke was so damn harsh. Nevertheless, I tried to act as cool as possible. When the joint made its rounds, it got better with the next drags. But internally I was just thinking: Nothing. Simply… NOTHING is happening! No paranoia, no dizziness, just slightly sore lungs.

But then, a few minutes later, it crept in. The music suddenly got louder, more intense. A tingle spread from my fingers into my legs as I sat there cross-legged on the floor. My legs became heavy, but in a good way. Internally I became totally calm, my thoughts were as if wrapped in cotton wool, and suddenly everything became unbelievably funny. A really awesome, relaxed mood spread among the three of us.

We were just hanging out there, totally high and giggling about every little thing. The joint was still making its rounds, and with every drag, the atmosphere got even more relaxed. In the middle of this relaxed vibe, Alex dropped the bomb. He suddenly brought up the topic of when he and Tom had caught us having sex a few days ago.

Normally, that would have still been embarrassing for me. But in that moment? In that high? There was absolutely no more shame. On the contrary, all three of us started to laugh out loud about the situation. The “super embarrassment” from back then was suddenly just a damn funny anecdote. A cool experience.

And it got even better when Alex started to describe the whole scene again from his point of view: our totally startled faces, Kev’s dumb line… I was crying with laughter. In that moment, high and laughing, we basically “healed” that embarrassing memory together.

After we had recovered a bit from laughing, it was my turn. And buoyed by the relaxed mood and the weed, I just let it all out. My complete point of view. I told them about that first, intense anal experience with Kev. How he patiently initiated me and how it felt when he was really inside me. I also didn’t leave out the initial pain, but also not how quickly it transformed into this unbelievable feeling of horniness. And then I came to the moment when they walked in. I honestly told them how embarrassing it was, but then it just slipped out: “…but the shame, when you guys were standing there, that somehow also had something hot about it.”

The moment I had said that, I paused. Whoa, what was going on with me? Did I really just say that out loud? Had I just admitted that it was hot for me to be caught and humiliated? That for me, shame could be a component of arousal? Apparently, yes. And that was a realization that hit my high brain like a comet.

While I fell silent for a moment, I saw the gaze of the still-laughing Kev and Alex suddenly wander from me on the floor to each other. And I had the feeling that their laughter changed in sync and took on something diabolical. Maybe I just imagined that, though.

For real now? Is something really stirring in my pants? What’s going on here? Despite the unsettling mood, my dick was getting hard. I had to change my position on the floor because my best part suddenly demanded more space than my shorts wanted to give it.

And of course, it didn’t escape Kev’s notice. This small, inconspicuous movement was enough. I saw his gaze wander from Alex’s face down to my crotch and he noticed how my hard-on was pressing against the fabric.

Kev’s “diabolical” smile widened. He nudged Alex, without taking his eyes off my crotch, and said, laughing, “Look, Alex. The pussyboy is getting hard!”

Then his gaze suddenly became serious. He looked me right in the eye and his tone was no longer playful, but a clear command: “Take off the shorts. Alex should see your hard-on too.”

I tried to resist, but my voice was totally weak. “Oh no, Kev, not now… that’s not funny.”

He just laughed quietly. “No, not funny,” he said. “But embarrassing.” And then that grin again. “Come on now. Pants down!”

I realized he was completely serious, and in that moment I wanted anything but to destroy the good mood. So I slowly stood up and pulled down my shorts.

I have no idea why, but the moment I stood there, the other two broke into roaring laughter. They almost died laughing. And me? I just stood there, with my slightly dopey, foggy head, without pants… and felt my hard-on just keep growing.

The laughter of the two of them slowly died down, and it was Alex who broke the silence. He looked at Kev and said, “Come on Kev, let’s follow Tim’s example.”

And so, the two of them also took off their shorts and sat down again on the sofa with their legs spread. I saw that they weren’t completely soft anymore, but I was still the only one with a real hard-on. Then Alex directed his gaze at me.

“Go on, little one,” he said, and his voice was a mix of amused and demanding. “On your knees. Crawl over here to me and get me hard too!”

That was it. The first time Alex gave me a sexual command. Until now, that had always been Kev’s part. And strangely, it wasn’t just embarrassing. In my foggy head, it also felt totally relaxed and funny. But the most important thing was: It felt hot. It felt… right.

So I slowly got on my knees. Like a little mutt, I crawled the 1.5 meters across the floor until my head was between Alex’s legs. And you guys know how I feel about his big, shaved dick. You don’t have to ask me twice. Even though the other two were still quietly giggling about the “crawling puppy,” I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let them spoil my fun and went to work on his dick. 🙂

I was in the middle of doing my job and enjoying Alex’s “lollipop” when I suddenly felt weight on my back. It was Kev’s feet.

I heard him say to Alex, “Hey Alex, the little dog also makes a good footrest.” The giggling and laughing of the two of them started up again. “Ooh, seems the little one really has hidden talents,” Alex said while I continued. Then his voice became more serious. “You know you still owe me something, Kev.”

My stomach clenched. I knew immediately what he was talking about: my ass. And even though I found Alex’s dick, which I was enjoying in my mouth right now, super hot, the thought of it scared me. It was just a different caliber than Kev’s.

I was just about to lift my head, to say something, to try to put this fear into words… but Kev cut me off.

“You just do your job down there,” he said sharply, “and let the grown-ups talk.”

That was harsh. But when I glanced up, I saw it in his eyes. Even though he was totally high, he had understood. He had seen my silent protest, my damn respect for the situation, perfectly. And in his own way, he had just protected me from Alex. 🙂

“Yup, I know,” he said. “And you’ll get that ass too. But let’s approach that when we’re sober and have time.” He grinned. “You know, your club isn’t comparable to mine.”

Then his gaze met mine again as he added, “But yes, the little one should learn in the coming days that he is there for both of us.”

And that was it. The verdict was in. My fate for the next few days was sealed, but in a way that gave me time and respected my fear. I felt a strange mix of relief and intense anticipation.

Alex giggled quietly. “I like to hear that,” he said to Kev. Then he looked back at me. “And yeah… what do you think if the little one practices a bit with my dildos in the meantime? He’s welcome to use them if it helps him get ready for me soon.”

Dude. I thought I’d misheard. I’d had my eye on those dildos, which he kept in a box under the bed, for a long time, but had never dared to even ask. The fact that he offered it himself was awesome. I was damn happy to hear that.

The joint made one or two last rounds, but the sexual tension had dissipated for now. The deals were made. The charged, kinky scene turned back into a completely normal, friendly evening among friends. We talked some more bullshit, giggled a lot, and at some point even tried to game. But that was a total bust – we were just way too high to concentrate.

When we finally fell into bed at some point, I had this weird feeling in my head and stomach. A mix of exhaustion, the after-effects of the weed, and all the emotional chaos of the evening. But it was a good feeling. I was totally cool with it. I can’t remember anything more; I have rarely in my life fallen asleep so fast and so deeply.

Phew… okay, that was a long and damn intense chapter. Writing all this down, I realized for myself just how many crucial turning points there were for me back then.

Now it’s your turn. I’m dying to hear your thoughts on this:

The Jealousy: At the beginning of the chapter, I describe how my jealousy suddenly turned into joy when I saw Kev and Alex together. Can you relate to that? Or is that a completely foreign concept to you?

The Confession: Under the influence of weed, I admitted that shame can be a turn-on for me. How does that hit you? Is that a sexual facet you’re familiar with, or one that makes you curious?

The Dynamic: What do you think about the power play that developed? Kev, who simultaneously “protects” and “puts me down,” and Alex, who takes on a new dominant role?

Leave me your honest opinions in the comments. There’s no right or wrong here; I’m just genuinely interested in what these moments make you feel. And as always: I’ll see you in the chat!