When Jim got out of the stall in the men’s bathroom, Zane was gone. Zane had briefly been in the men’s room to take a wiz, but Zane had
already gone about his business, as he came by urinating in the urinal, washed his hands, and went.
Suddenly, a mysterious 18-year old, blonde haired boy in glasses had showed up to the bathroom. He had a sleek, slender body, with a
smooth chest, with beautiful dirty blonde,brownish hair. He wore a white T-shirt underneath a red sweater vest, and wore skinny light blue
jeans as well.
He had been following Jim around, as he snuck into the office building in search for his friend. Obviously, this boy was smitten and in love with
Jim, but he also had a secret that he wasn’t sure to tell yet.
When Jim opened the door of the stall, he saw the boy right in front of him. He didn’t know what the boy wanted, but it was rather clear the
boy was attracted to him.
Jim asked the young boy, “Are you looking for someone?”
The boy smiled and licked his lips, and used his tender, dainty hands to touch Jim’s ripped chest. To Jim, the young, blonde haired boy looked
almost too beautiful to be a man, but had no obvious features to be declared of the other sex, either.
Meanwhile, the young blonde haired boy had a rather mischevious grin on his face, as he was clearly up to something, something that he was
deeply thinking on his mind.
With this, the boy stammers happily, “Oh my god. Hello, handsome. I mean, hello, sir. Name’s Ti-Ti-Ti-Ti….Timothy. How are you today,
sir?”
Jim didn’t know whether to bolt, or to converse, but suddenly remembering that his dad told him that he was the (unofficial) boss of the office
building, he decided to converse with the young boy.
Jim said shyly, looking at the young man, “Hey Timothy. My name’s Jim. Are you new here?”
Licking his lips, Timothy said, “I’m just visiting for today. But you can hire me as your assistant, if you want.”
Jim agreed, as he then replied, “Alright.”
He then said unabashedly before retreating to a meek tone, “On a scale of 1 to 10, how hot am I? I mean, if you were to swing that way.”
Jim then said, “Well, I don’t believe in rating scales…but since you’re a stunningly, attractive young man, I’d give you a 10.”
Unable to contain his excitement, Timothy said to Jim delighfully, “Holy shit, yeah. I want make the fuck out with you, rip your pants off, and
give you the best bj ever.”
Jim wanted to beat off to Timothy so badly, as to him, he was certainly more beautiful than any of them he'd been with. He thought for a
moment, that maybe Timothy was too cute to be a man, but Jim felt that Timothy was just a really cute, homosexual young man who could also
pass for a woman if he wanted to.
As they stared to each other's eyes, Timothy suddenly ripped his sweater vest off in a heat of passion, and made out with his friend Jim, as they
suddenly locked lips in a passionate frenzy, and tongues with each other.
As they were making out, Jim and Timothy hugged each other, but Jim felt something strange that was rubbing up against his chest. It wasn’t
hard pecks, but a cottony sort of fabric, combined with something softer and mushier altogether. Jim knew the young, blonde haired boy was
skinny, but somehow the young man that stood in front of Jim had a lot less muscular chest than Jim thought he’d feel.
Timothy wanted to suck Jim’s big dick hard, but suddenly in a panic, he backed out.
In a frightened panic, Timothy suddenly said abruptly, “I can’t.”
Jim asked his new friend, “What’s wrong, Timothy? I get it. You're retracting your feelings for me, because you remembered you're a straight
boy, and you no longer want to get with me.”
Timothy suddenly said sheepishly, “It's not that. I mean, may I am straight, but I will be gay for you, if that's what you want. It's just...I don’t
know, Jim, I just can’t. I’m not ready yet.”
Jim said, “Well, I have a meeting with my friends, Katie and Tiffany that I’ll have to get to. You know, I kind of have something important to tell
them.”
Timothy really perks up as he says, “You do????”
Jim replies coolly, “Yup.”
As this topic piques his interest, Timothy asks Jim nervously, “How well do you them?”
Jim responds, “They’re my best friends.”
With that, Timothy thinks that maybe there is a striking resemblance between Jen and Jim. He wonders to spot the connection between the
two, but doesn’t move forward with this.
Timothy stammers as he blubbers out, “Anyways, Tiffany…I-uh….she’s uh….she’s my sister.”
Jim replied, “That’s cool. Can you give me a lift to their place?”
Timothy replies nervously, “Um….I have to be somewhere…..but if I change my mind, it’s a maybe. I’ll definitely let her know.”
Jim says, “Thanks. Hey Tim, thank you for being such a good friend. Maybe next time, we’ll blow each other.”
Timothy replies gleefully, “Oh my god! That would be so hot! Thanks, bud.”
Timothy then promptly kissed Jim on the cheek, picked up his sweater vest, and was so giddy, that he forgot to wash his hands before leaving
the men’s restroom.
With Jim, something was up. He had never heard of a twin brother named Timothy, that was related to Tiffany. Meanwhile, Timothy was
struggling to make the connection of Jim to Jen.
Meanwhile, Jim was wondering if Timothy was too cute to be a cisboy. He decided that he was just an abnormally good-looking young man,
even if Timothy did look good in a bit of a feminine sort of way. He was dazzled at the sheepish, yet sort of flamboyant young man that he had
just kissed.
Jim couldn’t wait to rip Timothy’s shirt and pants off, and Timothy felt the same about Jim, yet Jim couldn’t get Timothy to remove his clothes.
He suddenly thought, 'Could Timothy be Tiffany?' No, he thought, that would be ridiculous. Or would that be? Jim suddenly thought against
the idea that Timothy could be a girl in disguise, as Jim felt he kissed a man, a really gay man, hard on the lips, and to him, it felt so good.
While Jim felt Timothy looked like a slightly, more masculine, male version of Tiffany, he did think he kissed a beautiful boy on the lips in that
room. With that, he was satisfied. But he felt it was his mission to feel up Timothy's crotch the next time.
For Timothy, he was relieved, as he enjoyed making out with Jim in the men’s room, as he found this way more exciting than what he does on a
daily basis. He had a secret that he wasn’t sure to tell Jim, and Jim had another secret that he didn’t yet tell Timothy.
As Tim walked away, he scratched inside his shirt, as he was feeling it to be more difficult to breathe, but refused to take his shirt off. He
couldn’t wait to rave to Katie about his new friend, Jim.