Tootie Timmy Novels & Stories

he complained, squeezing his face in pain. Amy chuckled, he couldn't accept he was still just an eleven year old boy — learned from a lovesick brute. Dylan Xavier. “Run along, but don't touch any weapon,” Owen said and the young boy grinned evilly, making Owen want to regret bringing him along and pondering whether to let him run around like that. “Was that the surprise?” Amy asked and he shook his head like a puppy. “No. It was part of it, but not the main surprise.”

“A little boy. Dark hair. Still in his spiderman Jammies? Maybe angry too? Walking willingly to his doom?” "Oh, trust me," Timmy chuckled, his voice faintly echoing in the big hall. "A boy in Spiderman jammies would be hard to miss." He winked. I had no clue what was so funny about wearing spiderman jammies. But maybe I was too freaked out to understand or appreciate his sense of humour. All I could see or sense right now was his staggering assholeness that I didn't have time for. When I did nothing but stared up at him with pure frustration, he lifted his hands in defeat.

I have my laptop opened in front of me so I look occupied. ME:: {Yeah? which one did you listen to?} TIM:: {I can’t remember. But if I call you, I bet I can sing it for you} ME:: {I’ll pass. I’m in class, but thanks for the offer.} TIM:: {Okay. I can’t wait for thanksgiving.} ME:: {Geez. Is Ellie that bad at sucking cock?} TIM:: {stop it.}

Mary said, playfully touching Tiffany on the arm, "We're friends aren't we? Friends tell each other things. So tell me, are you really seeing Shawn Gold?" Tiffany looked around. Almost all eyes in the hallway were on them, and people were slowing down their steps, hoping to catch some of the conversation. Tiffany wondered how best to tackle the situation, but before she could make up her mind, her saviour arrived in the form of a six foot, three-inches tall dark-skinned boy named Timothy. "What's good?" he said, flashing everyone a bright, straight-teethed smile as he swung a friendly arm over Tiffany's shoulders. He towered over all four girls effortlessly.

"Pity. Todd won't get much enjoyment out of sucking on a limp dick, but by the same token you may never get to use for anything again except to pee." I went to the closet and came back with something that looked like a policeman's nightstick. I carried it over and showed it to Tim. "This is a cattle prod. I have no idea what the lasting effects of having it touched to your cock and balls will be. Hey, you might even get a charge out of it." Then I laughed, "I think I made a funny. Get a charge out of it, get it?" Tim just glared at me. "No sense of humor huh?"