Date: Tue, 25 May 2010 21:25:02 -0700
From: Justanother Author <hermesauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: Tom and Me

I was having a conversation in the #niftywriters chat room and one of the
Authors enticed me to write this story he and I were discussing, so I
should thank Will S for his coaxing.  I appreciate email with your opinions
good or constructive criticism, no flames.  You can reach me at
hermesauthor@gmail.com

DISCLAIMER: This story involves consensual sex between a young adolescent
and an adult male.  If this story is not to your liking, or is in any way
illegal where you live, please read no further and delete it.  I do not in
any way condone, promote, or sanction any act which is illegal according to
our repressive legal system.  The law is the law, we have to follow it,
even if we don't like it.  But we can have our fantasies.

Hermes


Tom and Me


I met Tom the summer I turned 12.  I was just coming to the conclusion that
I liked men.  Not boys, Men.  I used to watch him working at the local
park.  I'd sit there literally for hours watching him work.  He almost
always worked without his shirt on, and looking at his manly chest with all
it's hair really had it's effect on my little 12 year old dick.  After
watching him for an hour or so, I usually had a boner that was so hard it
hurt.

One day I decided I needed to talk to him.  I mean, until then, I'd watched
him work the grounds from afar, but today I was going to change that.

I walked up to him and started the conversation with something like, "Hi,
whatcha doin?"

He heard my voice and looked over at me.  He smiled a smile that I still
remember to this day.  He told me that he was trying to figure out why the
grass in this one are keeps dying.  I replied with something typically 12
year old, "Oh."

Nothing much else was said that day, but every day I saw him I made it a
point to say 'Hi' to him.  He always smiled and waved seeming genuinely
happy to see me.

One day I saw him riding one of those tractor type lawn mowers.  When I
yelled 'Hi' he didn't hear me, so I ran until I was in front of him.  Not
directly, but where he could see me and waved.  He saw me and I got the
usual smile.  This time though he stopped the tractor next to me and
decided to talk to me for a minute.  After our talk, he asked me if I
wanted to ride the tractor with him.  I could think of nothing better.

It was the first time I ever got close enough to smell him and I really
liked the way he smelled.  So did my little dick.  I mean when I got a
whiff of his scent my little 3 incher got harder than I ever remember it to
be.  I sat close to him.  I noticed that he kept looking down at me and
smiling.

When he was done mowing the grass, he pulled the tractor into the
maintenance yard and shut it off.  He looked at me and asked if I wanted a
Coke.  I simply smiled and nodded my head.

We drank our Cokes and I left for home.

Things went on this way for a month or so.  One day, Tom told me that he
and his nephew were going to go to the beach the next day and he wanted to
know if he could ask my Mom and Dad if I could go.  I told him I didn't
have a Dad, but we can go ask my Mom.

He drove me home and had a long talk with my Mom.  Finally she agreed that
I could go with him and his Nephew the next day.  I was excited!

About 8am the next morning, I heard Tom's car horn outside alerting me that
he was there.  Mom and I walked out to the car and he introduced us to his
Nephew, a boy about my age named Trevor.

Trevor was in the back seat and I hopped into the front.  Mom gave Tom some
money to pay for my lunch and after assuring her we'd be home by 8pm or so,
we were off.

It was about an hour and a half drive to the beach and while we were on our
way, Trevor fell asleep in the back.  I was looking at Tom the whole time
and there wasn't a chance I was going to fall asleep.

We got to the beach and Trevor ran down the beach to find us a spot to set
up our towels.  Once we got to the spot that Trevor had chosen, Trevor
stripped off his shorts, showing his swim trunks underneath and ran into
the water.  He didn't seem like he wanted to spend any time with me.  I
really didn't care as long as I could spend time with Tom.

Tom asked if I wanted to go into the water and I told him I needed to
change into my trunks.  He told me to go to the bathroom and change.  I was
a little afraid to go there alone and asked if Tom could come with.  He
yelled to Trevor that he was taking me to the bathroom and we headed up the
beach.

He took me to one of the stalls and told me he'd wait outside while I
changed.

I was in the stall and honestly I couldn't get the snap on my jeans to come
loose.  No, Really.  I called Tom and he came into the stall to give me a
hand.  He got the snap open and before he could get the stall door
unlocked, I had pulled my pants and undies all the way down.

Tom chuckled but that didn't stop him from looking at my dick.  I saw him
look and he smiled.  He asked me if I needed help in the small space
getting my trunks on since he was taking up most of the room.  I tried on
my own but couldn't find the room to bend far enough to get them on my feet
so I looked up at him and said, Please.

He lifted me up onto the closed toilet seat and I wasn't at all embarrassed
that he was now almost eye level with my little dick.  He looked at my dick
for a long time before he realized I was waiting for him to help me with my
suit.

I lifted one leg then the other and he helped guide my trunks up my legs.
When his hands got to the level of my balls, I felt his hand brush them.
My dick must have jumped to attention in less than a second on that touch.

He saw it, but didn't do or say anything, just smiled and pulled my trunks
up and over my dick.  He opened the stall and exited, and as I passed him
he gave me a swat on my butt.  Not hard, but I definitely felt it.

The rest of that day was pretty uneventful.

Over the next couple of months, Tom and I got to be good friends.  He and
my Mom got along well too.

One day, I came home and Mom was in tears.  I ran up to her and she told me
that Grandma had died.  I cried.  She was on the phone later trying to make
reservations for us to go to the funeral but was unable to get a discount
on short notice and we really didn't have the money for full fare for both
of us.

She didn't know what to do and I suggested that she call and ask Tom if he
could watch me.  She couldn't think of anyone else so she gave him a call.
Tom was more than willing to take me for as long as she needed him to.

Early the next morning, Mom drove me over to Tom's and after being assured
that it wasn't a bother and, No, he didn't need any money, she left for the
Airport for what was to be a 4 day trip for the funeral.

Tom told me that he'd taken a week off from work so we could spend all of
our time together and this made me very happy.  We spend all that day
playing board games, watching TV, and just having a good time.

When it came time for me to go to bed, I asked Tom where I was going to
sleep.  He told me that I could sleep on the couch.

This didn't sound that good to me, so I put on a pout and told him I got
scared in strange places and could I please sleep with him.  I promised I
didn't wet the bed.

He looked at me and my puppy dog eyes and finally gave in.  Pretty quickly
actually.  I cheered and ran into his bedroom, stripped off my pants and
hopped into the bed in just my white undies.  Tom sat on the bed next to me
and was rubbing my hair.  I really liked that.  He told me goodnight and
started to get up.  I stopped him and asked if he would lay with me until I
fell asleep.

He laid next to me and held me in his arms.  I felt great.  A minute later,
I felt his hands rubbing my tummy and I told him I liked it.  Slowly he
moved his hands lower and lower and finally his hands were at the band of
my undies.  I was hoping he'd touch me.  I really wanted him to. I didn't
have to wait long.

He let his hand rub down until he was rubbing my dick and balls through my
undies.  After a minute, I was hard as a rock.  He made a joke about me
having a nail or something in my shorts and didn't it hurt?

My reply was, why don't you see for yourself, and I reached down and pulled
my undies down and off.

He gently took hold of my dick and started rubbing it.  This is something I
did on my own, but it felt a lot better with him doing it.  He kept it up
until I had my first orgasm at the hands of another other than myself.

During the next few days, Tom and I spent a lot of time in bed.  He showed
me what it felt to have someone suck on my dick and I liked it.  I even got
to suck on his and when he squirt into my mouth I decided I liked the
taste.

I was sad the day I had to go home, but Tom and I spent many a night after
that.

About 6 months later, I was at Tom's for the weekend.  He and I had
explored a lot of different things sexually.  I even let him fuck me a few
times and I liked that too.

On this particular evening though, I had finished sucking Tom off and he
was sucking on me when I felt the now familiar feelings building up.  Only
this time it was different, more intense.

As my orgasm built, it almost felt like I had to pee, but I knew I didn't.
when my orgasm finally hit in full, I felt my dick pulsing like it usually
did, but it felt different.

I could see Tom's eyes open wide, but he just sucked harder.  When I had
finished, Tom grinned and told me that I wasn't a little boy anymore, I
could cum.  I was so proud of myself.

Tom and I had our weekends together for almost another year, when one day I
tried to call him and there was no answer.  I didn't think much of it, but
the next day I went to the park and he wasn't there.

I looked for him for a month, but he just disappeared.

It wasn't until years later that I ran into Trevor.  Trevor told me that
his Mom had walked in on him and Tom while he was sucking on Trevor's dick
and Trevor's Mom had him arrested.  Tom never made it out of prison.

To this day, I still think of Tom and how much we loved each other.  I now
many would think he was just the kind of guy who took advantage of little
boys, but you can ask Trevor, Tom wasn't that kind of man.  He truly loved
boys.  He idolized them.

If I ever have a son, I hope and pray he meets someone like Tom who can
give him such a positive experience.  Rest in Peace, Tom.