Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2013 18:56:13 +0000
From: Ivor Sukwell <isukwell@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Will Gets Tom

This fictional story contains sexual acts between boys. If such material is
not to your taste, or if you are precluded from reading it, be it to your
taste or not, you are advised that you continue at your own risk.

The characters are figments of my imagination and are not based on any boy
known to me. No doubt there are boys called Will and Tom who have, at some
time or other, enjoyed life as these fictional characters enjoy
life......that is simply co-incidence.

This story is based around two boys who made their first appearance in `My
Son the Rent Boy', a story published by Nifty in the Adult/Youth section on
Jan 4th 2013.

Will Gets Tom
By Ivor Sukwell

Tom Garth Langer, "Toggle" to his mates, posed in front of the full-length
mirror on his wardrobe door. Posing in front of his mirror was something he
did frequently – when he got up in the mornings, when he got changed
after getting home from school and again before getting into bed at
nights. He did it because he liked what he saw; the boy in the mirror was,
indeed, a very attractive specimen of the genus `boy', and Tom was sure
that he was not alone in thinking that.

Twelve and a bit, he was already a whole five feet tall, the tallest boy in
his year by at least an inch, probably two. Those extra two inches came
from his legs, long, slender legs. And that was definitely `slender', no
way were his legs skinny! His calves had a decent bulge of muscle and his
thighs owned a shapely curve from knee to hip, well, not quite as far up as
his hip, but certainly all the way up the bit that could be called
`leg'. They were a nice shape at the back as well, though he couldn't see
that properly in the mirror, only sideways on, but the curve went all the
way up to where his bum swelled out in its own tight, swelling, curve.

He couldn't see that part at the moment because he still had his boxers on,
sky blue cotton boxers that he thought looked well good on him, especially
as they were quite short and showed off a fair bit of his very nice
thighs. He'd take those off in a bit so he could look at himself
completely, but not yet because he rather liked the look of himself wearing
them. One of the reasons they looked good was because they sat right down
on his hips and showed off his tight, flat stomach. No nasty traces of
puppy fat, he'd left that behind, burned off with all the sports he did,
and those sports were probably the reason he had such nice legs. In a
minute or two he'd get down on the floor and do his twenty five press-ups
and his three hundred bicycle things, just as he did every day when he got
home from school and got changed out from his uniform. It was good to keep
fit.

Higher up, his chest looked good as well. It wasn't bulging with muscle or
anything like that – he was only twelve after all – and he wasn't
that sure he wanted to bulge anyway; the look he liked was that of the
Greek boys whose pictures adorned his book on ancient Athens, lithe,
slender and super-fit.

Of course, his hair was nothing like theirs, not at all curly and
definitely not black. Oh, no, Tom's hair was carefully cut to frame his
features, and so fair it wasn't that far off white and looked, in Tom's
opinion at least, seriously well cool. And his eyes were blue as well and
he didn't wear eye makeup like the boys in the pictures often did so if
they could be mistaken for girls if it wasn't that they didn't have any
clothes on.

One thing he did do ,though, to copy the boys he idolised secretly as being
the perfection of `boyness' was to do his exercises naked. He did that at
first because it was sort of giggle making naughty, doing his press-ups and
bicycle thingys with nothing on and then it had become even more giggle
making and very much more naughty. Doing his press-ups meant that his cock
kept touching the carpet as he went down and after a bit that made it go
all hard and then it touched the carpet even more and it stayed hard when
he went into the bicycle routine and then, of course, it was really quite
close to his face and that was really, really naughty!

What made it so very naughty was that he had discovered that playing with
it felt rather nice, and if he was honest about it, he did play with it
quite a lot now. He'd started off just holding it and then twiddling the
skin bit at the end, and then he'd discovered that if he rubbed it then
things felt better still, so now he rubbed it a lot every morning and every
night. He'd taken to not wearing anything in bed so he could always get at
it easily, and, he had to admit it, though, naturally, he would never admit
it to anyone else, not wearing anything in bed was well cool.

It was a shame, Tom thought as he peeled off his boxers in front of the
mirror, that you didn't do games and things like the Greek boys did –
he'd have loved to look at his classmates without clothes, well, some of
them, not the ones who were all fat and stuff.

His cock wasn't bad, either; he'd measure it again when he'd done his
exercises cos it'd be all stiff and hard then and last time he'd measured
it had been over three and a half inches long. Probably be the same today,
because the last time he'd measured it had been yesterday and he didn't
suppose it would have grown a lot overnight. And then, when he'd measured
it, he'd rub it hard until he got that well weird, but very nice, feeling
he'd been getting lately when he rubbed it lots. That was well strange and
sort of tingled all over. In fact, on Sundays, when he got up well late,
he'd rub it loads and get that funny feeling several times. Then, when he
tapped the end of it, it made his toes tingle. Well neat!



A couple of miles away Will Evans tossed his school uniform carelessly on
the floor and followed that with the remainder of his clothing, although
that amounted to no more than socks and boxers. At fourteen and a half,
Will was a firmly built, athletic lad, deep-chested and firmly thighed, a
result of the time he spent in the gym and on the football field – you
needed to be strong and fit as a striker, especially if you wanted to hold
on to your place in the County team.

Carefully Will inspected his body, searching for any daring strands of hair
that might have made an unwelcome appearance. A hand search gave him the
reassurance that his thighs remained perfectly smooth, as did his balls. He
needed a hand mirror to check his crack and used that same mirror to
investigate under his arms, both crack and armpits being, thankfully,
devoid of any intrusive growth. His pubes were carefully trimmed, he
permitted himself no more growth there than would be found on a boy a good
year younger than he was and that was in no way allowed to intrude on the
perfection of his well-developed cock. No way would anyone sucking on his
delightful tube of joy be disconcerted by stray pubes getting between his
teeth. And anyone who was so sucking would definitely be a `he'; no way
would Will allow anything without a cock to get anywhere near him! The `No
No' his dad had bought really worked, he only had to use it about once a
week now to keep himself completely smooth.

Comfortably naked, Will turned on his computer and logged into his
favourite porn site where the file-sharing facility allowed him to download
some very good vids of boys doing the sort of things boys are good at
doing. The download symbol sprang to life and half a dozen titles that he
had started the day before, began to add more. Most of them were Russian
and would take a few hours to complete, being quite long videos, and while
they were steadily coming in he set a recent acquisition to loop play. This
was quite short, no more than about four minutes, but it was of a gorgeous
fair-haired lad of about thirteen taking a shower.

"You are fucking gorgeous," Will told the boy on his computer screen before
heading to his bed to flop down and take hold of his steadily hardening
teenage length. "Not as gorgeous as Tom, but still fucking lush," he told
the boy and started slowly moving the skin up and down his cock, looking at
the showering teen but thinking of a lad who was not yet a teen and who he
had never seen in anything less than his football kit.

Will didn't usually wank to spunk when he got home from school. Since he
started spunking, well over a year ago now, his close friend Jacob had done
that for him a couple of days a week and men, who had soon become paying
customers, had seen to his needs the other days. Now Jake had turned
straight and Will had just about given up being rent, so there was nothing
for it but to play with himself – at least until his father got home
from work. And that was why he didn't take himself all the way, his
thoughtful parent would oblige by sucking him as soon as he got home, and
although, being only fourteen, Will could easily reload in the time
available, he knew his dad liked a decent, creamy load and it was only fair
for Will to satisfy him.

That had been absolutely magic, that time when his dad found out about him
and, instead of going mad ape that Will was on the rent, had taken over
negotiating his price and revealed that he too thought boys were best. It
had taken a few weeks before he'd got his dad to do what he knew his dad
wanted to do but now they always slept together and Will got his after
school load expertly sucked out every day.

He missed Jake, he thought as he idly fondled his foreskin, eyes glued to
the blond boy having his shower, he missed Jacob because he liked boys but,
and it was quite a big but, Jake was getting hairy in places Will didn't
like hair and doing him had been slowly getting less appealing. Perhaps it
was just as well his best mate had gone straight and saved him from the
inevitable problem of having to say he didn't fancy him anymore. He moved
his hand so that now he gripped himself with just a circle of forefinger
and thumb, right down at the base so when he wanked he slapped his hand
against his pubic mound and his balls, making a very satisfactory, sexy,
slapping sound. He tossed quite hard for a bit, enjoying the slap of his
hand against his flesh and his balls, but without any worry about getting
himself too close because he was gripping so low down he got nowhere close
to stimulating the really sensitive part of his prick.

His other good mate, Shane, who was a year older, was, of course, still
smooth, naturally so on his legs and completely so elsewhere with the help
of that amazing `No No'. Shane got rid of everything, but then, Shane
didn't have to shower with other boys after football because he only played
bedroom games, so he could safely go for the bald look. `Some guys like
hairy,' he had told Will, `But most of them go for the little boy look, and
it makes me look bigger as well.' Shane didn't really need to make himself
look bigger, he had plenty there anyway, but Will knew what he meant
because even just the, fairly major, trimming he did himself emphasised his
teenage length, especially when soft. He was happy doing stuff with Shane,
but it didn't happen that often because Shane was very much into men, not
boys, and still earned very well, thank you.

Now Will's thoughts were concentrated on that luscious, really blond, year
seven kid called Tom and his first move in that boy's direction had, he
felt, gone rather well. He wanted to wank to spunk now, just thinking of
that boy, but held himself back; dad would be home soon and Will knew he'd
think it well horny to suck his boy's spunk out while he was listening to
Will telling him about his initial progress.



That year nine kid, Will Evans, who'd started helping with football
coaching was well cool, Tom thought as he played with his little hardness
before getting round to thinking about climbing out of bed and starting
morning, pre-school, operations. There was no connection in Tom's mind
between the boy he was thinking about and what the fingers of his right
hand were doing for himself; his hand made him feel good, but his mind had
not yet made the essential connection between that feeling and SEX, in fact
SEX was no major deal yet, not even really in capitals, more like `sex',
and really nothing at all to do with the nice feelings he could give his
little cock.

He worked hard on those feelings for a bit and only when he'd given himself
a really satisfactory, tingly feeling did his thoughts return to the year
nine boy. He was cool, partly because he was two years older, and at
twelve, fourteen is not far off adult, partly because he was a good looking
kid – in Tom's twelve year old estimation one had to be fit in order to
be cool – and very much because he played striker for the County
team. Anyone who was that good at football had to be cool and being
fourteen and fit as well made Will Evans more than just cool, he was well
cool! And, what's more, he'd sort of singled Tom out for special
attention. Being much the tallest in his age group, the teacher who ran his
team put him at centre back but Tom liked to score goals – what twelve
year old doesn't – and Will Evans had moved him up to striker! And, in
the first practise, Tom had scored twice! And Will Evans had convinced the
teacher who ran the team, and who obviously knew nothing at all about
football, that Tom should play there all the time from then on! Will Evans,
Tom thought was more than just cool, he was bril as well!

There was, Tom decided after a quick look at his watch, time to rub himself
again, perhaps even enough time to get another tingly feeling if he did it
really fast and then he'd have to shower and do his teeth and stuff because
he had to be at his best because he had football practise after school and
he didn't want to be scruffy, smelly and yellow-toothed when Will spoke to
him, because he knew Will would be speaking as he'd promised to give him
some special striker exercises to do, and half-past three in the afternoon
could not come quick enough!



"Wouldn't say I'm getting somewhere," Will told his father as that parent
slurped on his morning hardness, "But I'm definitely not getting nowhere."

He refrained from further detail for a while as his attention was taken up
by the mouth working his cock. He loved this, first of the day,
sucking. Sometimes his father actually sucked him awake; that wasn't the
case this morning, he'd been awake and hard before his prick was swallowed,
but that didn't make it any less enjoyable. Evans senior was an
accomplished cock sucker, Will knew that for a fact – he'd been sucked
often enough by a wide variety of men in his rent boy phase and his dad was
up there amongst the best. His mind was filled with images of the blond
twelve year old he now really lusted after and it was that boy's full, red
lips that he imagined sliding up and down his erection, imaginings that
hastened his climax and dissolved only after his pumped-out sperms had been
gratefully swallowed.

"He always smiles now when he sees me," Will divulged, "And I'm giving him
one-to one coaching, even get to hold him round the waist when I'm getting
him to time his jumps."

"Is that useful for him?" Will's father asked as he savoured the taste of
his boy's sperm.

"Don't know," Will giggled, "But it's good for me!" He knew he was
incredibly fortunate in Fate's choice of a father for him; a parent who, on
discovering that Will was rent, had not gone mad, not called in doctors and
psychologists and not, most important of all, outed him to his mother. That
she had left them shortly afterwards was a bonus and that his father had
exactly the same opinions about boys as Will had himself was just out of
this world.

"So where do you go next?"

"I really don't know, Dad," Will confessed. "I know it sounds really daft,
but I seriously like him. I think I'd get as much out of holding his hand
as I would holding his cock." And Will actually did think that, or
something very much like it. At first, Tom had been no more than a really
gorgeous boy in year seven who Will had wished was at least a year older,
because, however gorgeous he was, he was still only twelve and Will wanted
spunking cock, not something he would need a magnifying glass to
appreciate. But he did have lovely lips, a mouth that was designed to suck
cock and to kiss and, twelve or not, Will soon understood that he'd love to
stick both his cock and his tongue in that mouth! Then came thoughts of
cuddling close while his tongue was doing what it would have to do if it
ever got inside those full, red, lips, and if one was cuddling up close,
then how amazing would it be to cuddle naked.

And then, strangely, just being around the boy had become important, being
smiled at a major event that made his blood thump and his stomach feel
suddenly empty. He wanted to be with Tom, to be important for him, to be
close enough friends to be able to hold his hand with no silly
embarrassment.

"Sounds like you're in love," his father grinned, not unkindly when Will
finished explaining all that silly stuff that he could never have said if
his father hadn't found out about him, his mother left and, eventually, the
sharing of a bed.

"Don't take the piss, Dad," Will objected, "I really do like him. Fancy him
like mad as well, mind."

"Definitely love," parent grinned again, "And why not? Seems to me you need
to work out a way of getting to know him better, getting him round here,
for instance, getting closer to him and finding out if he wants to be close
as well."

"Yeh, bril, Dad," was William's sarcastic reply, "Year nine kids do not
just invite year sevens to be mates."

"Football?"

"What about it?"

"He must have a favourite team. Find out who; invite him round to watch
when they're on telly. Doubt if he's got a sixty inch one at home."

Yeh, he could do that; chat to him more, get a bit closer; after all Tom
always smiled when they saw each other, which must mean that Tom liked him,
at least a bit, and if he could get him to come round then that, at least,
was a start. Anything could develop from there. Or nothing, of course; but
faint heart never bedded fair boy and it wasn't as though he was going to
do anything like say, `Tom, I really like you loads. Can I get inside your
boxers, please?' No, the really worst that could happen would be he'd find
out that Tom just wasn't at all available, he'd be able to sense that,
surely, if they spent a bit of time together, just the two of them; and if
that was the case, well, at least he'd have spent a few hours with the boy
he was, fuck it, fucking crazy about!



What a fab day, Tom enthused to himself as he shed his clothes after
getting home from school. He'd seen Will Evans three times, yes three whole
times, during the day; once at morning break, once during lunch break and
again in the afternoon between lessons when they'd passed in the corridor,
and each time Will Evans had smiled at him! Will Evans, a year nine boy, a
whole two years older than him who was striker for the County football
team, not only actually recognised him, but smiled as though they were real
friends! How bril was that! And all that was before the after school
football coaching where Will Evans had even asked him how his day had been!

Tom shed his boxers and admired himself in the full-length mirror, still
thinking of Will Evans. Yeh, it wasn't a bad body for a kid his age, but he
needed to work on it if he was to be good enough for Will; he had to be
able to run faster, jump higher if he was to show Will Evans he was worth
all the attention he was getting. Today, again, Will had to hold him round
the waist to help him time his jumps, so he just had to get better. Not
that he minded Will helping him like that, no, not at all, far from it; but
he shouldn't have to; Tom should be able to time his jumps better by now.

He went down on the floor and did his exercises, doing five more press-ups
this time, and fifty more bicycle things. He just had to get fitter and
stronger. Of course, the exercises made his little prick go hard just like
they always did, and if you're twelve years old, naked and hard, there's
only one thing to do, so Tom did it with unbounded enthusiasm. He did
wonder, as he achieved his second tingly feeling, what Will Evans would
think if he knew he rubbed himself every time he did his exercises, and
rubbed himself a lot more than just after exercises; and he did briefly
wonder why he wondered what Will Evans would think about him doing that.



Will also shed his clothing when he got home from school; nothing unusual
in that, he did it every day because he liked being naked and he knew his
dad loved it when the first thing he saw when he got home from work was a
naked Will waiting to be gobbled. He was hard long before he got his
clothes off and he was hard because it had been the most wonderful Tom
day. He'd seen the boy unexpectedly at morning break and risked a smile, a
bit tentative because Tom was with other year seven kids but Tom had
actually beamed back and Will's heart gave several loud thumps. He'd seen
him again at lunchtime, though that was far less accidental – he had a
fair idea of where Tom would be and had contrived to just wander past and
dared a wink this time and got another huge, beaming smile in
response. Another smile when there was a genuinely accidental meeting in
the corridor moving between lessons and then the after school coaching
where he got to hold Tom round the waist again, actually more hip than
waist as he `coached' the boy to time a jump he could do perfectly well on
his own. They'd done a bit of chatting as well, nothing serious, of course,
but Will had found out Tom's team was, for some reason or other, Liverpool
and now Will needed to search the Premier League fixtures to see when
Liverpool were next on telly. If he could only get Tom to agree to come
round and watch it – how magic would that be!



Things just couldn't get any better! Will Evans, yes, THE Will Evans, had
spoken to him today in school, actually spoken to him and not at a coaching
session, but in actual school. He'd been chatting with a couple of friends
during break and Will Evans had turned up and called him over, well, he
couldn't actually walk up and speak to him in front of other year seven
kids, could he. He'd rushed over, of course he had! He thought it was
something to do with football coaching but Will Evans got him far enough
away from the other kids to actually ask him if he fancied going round to
his place to watch Liverpool on the telly next Friday evening! Apparently
he's got this totally huge screen and it's almost like being in the ground!
And he's got a County game on the Saturday and Will Evans, THE Will Evans,
actually asked if he wanted to go and watch him play! Imagine! He'd had to
ask the rents, of course, but they said `yes' to both. His parents had
laughed and said the only thing he ever talked about now was this Will
Evans and how bril he is and how he's doing special coaching with him and
how bril he is and how he wants to be as good as he is cos he's absolutely
bril! Tom gave himself four, yes, four tingly feelings in bed, just
thinking about it and even thought about another one, but he couldn't get
Will Evans out of his head, and thinking about Will Evans was even better
than another tingly feeling. His cock was a bit sore as well, so perhaps
that was why, although it was a bit weird that tingly feelings and Will
Evans were somehow sort of merging together.



"Fuck me now, Dad," Will demanded the moment his parent returned home, "I
need cock in me so bad!"

"Getting somewhere with Tom, then," his father perceptively observed as he
stripped to comply with Will's request.

"Dad, you've no idea!" Will enthused, forgetting, as all teenagers do, that
his father had once been a member of that species, "I asked him round to
watch Liverpool, and he's coming! And he's going to come and watch me play
on the Saturday as well! How fab is that!"

"Pretty fab, I'd say," Evans senior agreed, positioning his boy's legs up
and apart as he lay ready and waiting on his back. "Might even call it a
first date," he suggested, applying lube to Will's winking hole.

"That's just what I'd say," Will agreed, "Though I can't say that to him,
of course."

"Of course not, not just yet anyway."

"But I so need fucking, Dad, so need it."

"Shut your eyes and think of Tom," his father suggested, "Even though I'm a
bit bigger than him, no doubt."

"Dad, you're so coooooooooooooooooooooollllllllll," Will said, the last
word turned into a long gasp as his father's cock slipped inside and Will's
mind switched to thoughts of a fair-haired, twelve year old wonder while
his father reamed him, filling his pre-teen-cock-longing insides with
ample, adult inches.



That had been the most fab, fantastic, wicked, amazing and fab again
weekend, Tom told himself as he worked, very gently, towards a tingly
feeling. He'd gone round to Will Evans' house and sat beside Will Evans and
watched Liverpool on the biggest telly he'd ever seen and Liverpool had won
and when they scored he'd actually hugged Will Evans and Will Evans hadn't
minded, he'd even hugged back! How fab was that! And the next day he'd gone
to watch Will Evans play in the County match and he was so fit! He was
definitely the fittest person playing; he was probably the fittest person
in the whole school as well in fact he was fit enough to be one of those
Athenian boys in his book and he wasn't really Will Evans anymore cos he
was a real friend and he was just Will and that just had to be the fabbest
thing of all! Except for one thing, and though it was a little bit random
it was still fab cos when he'd measured after doing his exercises it was
definitely three and three quarters now and he'd measured it twice more to
make sure and it was the same each time!

He wasn't sure if it felt any different now it was a quarter of an inch
bigger, but it was still fab that it was growing cos it had been three and
a half for months and months and it had added the extra quarter of an inch
it seemed like overnight and perhaps in a week or two it might grow as big
as four! Of course Will Ev, he stopped himself from adding the `ans' cos he
didn't need to anymore cos Will was a real friend now, wasn't he; he went
round his house to watch football and he'd been to see him play for the
County so he was just Will now, and Will's cock would be much bigger than
three and three quarters or even a whole four and why was he thinking
things like that anyway? And why did he always think of Will now when he
was trying to give himself a tingly feeling? That was so random!



"We hugged, Dad, we actually hugged; did you see that? Course you did, when
Liverpool scored. And it felt amazing, I almost got a boner just from that
hug; well, not almost, I got a real one and it's a good job I had jeans on
cos he'd have seen it otherwise and that would have been so wrong, wouldn't
it!"

"I thought you wanted him to give you boners," Will's father had smiled.

"Of course I do!" Will had snorted as though that was the most stupid thing
he'd ever heard, "But not random ones!"

"What sort, then?"

"Proper ones, you daft Dad," Will had grinned, knowing he was being teased,
"Ones where he wants to do something with them."

"And how do you propose to get to that point?"

"Fuck knows, Dad. But I'm fairly sure he never took his eyes off me all the
way through the game today; I could feel his eyes just staring at me all
the time."

"You can feel my eyes staring at you all the time, now, I expect," his
father had smiled, "And you've got a boner, by the way."

"I know that!" Will had snorted again, and then, knowing how silly it must
have sounded he asked, "You think you could suck me sorta like Tom would do
it? You know, like it was the first time you ever had a cock in your
mouth?"

"Scratchy teeth as well?"

"Don't be gross, Dad, you know what I mean."

"See what I can do. Close your eyes and dream of Tom. He is rather
gorgeous, by the way."

"Don't I know it! And don't you know that's just what I'm gonna do!"

"Liverpool are at Norwich in a couple of weeks," Mr. Evans senior randomly
remarked after drinking his son's creamy offering.

"So?" Will had said, slowly emerging from his orgasm, an orgasm that had,
in his mind been into the mouth of a fair-haired twelve year old boy and
not the one belonging to his father.

"So Carrow Road won't be a sell out and I reckon I could get three tickets
easily enough."

"Meaning?" Will had asked, a little curiously and perhaps a touch
suspiciously.

"Take a good three hours to drive there, and we'd need to be there in time
for some lunch before kick-off so I reckon we'd need to leave about nine to
be sure of things."

"Meaning?" Will had been very slow to follow where this had been going.

"Meaning it would be best if Tom stayed overnight on the Friday and, as we
wouldn't be home till about ten, perhaps the Saturday night as well."

Light had dawned.

"You suggesting setting me up with a couple of nights with him? Dad, you
are amazing! How magic would that be!"



Tom had been nervous when he arrived, deposited by his father, at around
five on the Friday evening.

"Dad said I got to be on my best behaviour and not go showing off or
anything," he explained to Will later when they had gone up to Will's room
after supper, "But I don't know what he means cos I don't think I ever show
off or anything."

"Don't care if you do show off," Will smiled, "I don't care. Be a side of
you I've not seen before."

"No, I mustn't," Tom's earnestness was palpable, "You might not like it."

"Can't think of anything about you I wouldn't like," Will said the words
without thinking – he thought them, but hadn't meant to say them and now
he was in a panic in case Tom took then the wrong way – or, rather, took
them as they were meant!

But, instead of looking shocked, or horrified or in any way disconcerted,
Tom beamed a huge beam.

"Will," he chirped cheerfully, "You are so bril!"

"So how do you show off?" Will asked, retreating to what he thought was
safer ground, "Or what does your dad think is you showing off?"

Tom looked around, a little anxiously; anything he said now was to be heard
by Will and Will alone.

"It's okay," Will reassured him, correctly interpreting Tom's anxious look,
"The door's shut and dad will never come in here when the door's shut. Even
if the house catches fire he wouldn't come in. He'd text me or something,
but never come in."

"Will," Tom gushed, "That's so cool! My dad bursts in all the time. Even
sometimes when I'm doing my exercises and that is soooooooo embarrassing!"

"Is it? Why?" What sort of exercises?" Will was intrigued, what could
possibly be embarrassing about being seen doing exercises?

Tom blushed a shade and Will thought that made him look even more gorgeous
than the gorgeous he already was.

"Promise you'll never tell anyone if I tell you," Tom pleaded. He really
wanted to tell Will anything and everything that Will wanted to know
because Will was Will and Tom's hero and sharing a secret secret with Will
would make that secret even more special and secret.

"Cross my heart," Will promised, "Except for my dad, of course."

"Will!" Tom squeaked horrified, then giggled as he realised Will must be
teasing him; boys did not tell parents secrets; that's how secrets stayed
secret.

"You promise you won't think I'm silly or anything?" Tom edged closer to
revealing this particular secret.

"Promise," Will affirmed.

"I pretend things sometimes," Tom confessed, "And I like to pretend when I
do my exercises."

"We all pretend sometimes," Will encouraged.

"I pretend I'm a Greek boy. Ancient Greece. Athens, of course, I wouldn't
want to be a Spartan."

"Right," said Will, not following at all.

"Spartan boys got treated really badly, they got whipped and stuff and I
wouldn't want to get whipped."

"Course you wouldn't," Will agreed, now wondering where all this was going.

"Well.....you do promise, don't you?"

"Super promise," Will agreed.

"Well, boys then used to do all their exercises and games and athletics and
things with no clothes on."

Will found he had some difficulty in keeping his mouth from hanging open.

"Gymnos in Greek means naked," Tom explained, not noticing the effect he
was having on the older boy, "And gymnasiums were places where you did
athletics and stuff naked. They were sort of schools as well, so you had
lessons there, but it developed that only older boys and men actually did
competitions in the gymnasiums. Boys had their own places not open to the
public."

"They had school lessons in the nude?" Will's voice rose an octave and a
half. How magic would that have been!

"They didn't have to have lessons undressed," Tom explained, "But all
exercises and stuff, yes, they did. It's thought the idea started in Sparta
but it spread all through the ancient Greek cities." Tom stopped suddenly
and went bright red. "Oh, no," he sort of wailed, "I'm showing off! Sorry,
Will, I didn't mean to. Honest."

"How you showing off?" Will asked. There were some things Tom could show
off as much as he wanted, if he felt like it, but talking about naked
ancient Greek boys was certainly something Will did not want to stop.

"It's what my dad calls showing off," Tom tried to explain, horrified that
he'd done it straight after saying he wouldn't. "I'm clever and I say
things not thinking that other people don't know what I'm talking
about. Dad says I'm far too clever for my own good. I'm so sorry Will,
please don't hate me."

"No chance!" Will insisted, "No way, no way ever. And I don't think you
were showing off at all. You were telling me something really interesting."

"Was I? Oh, thank you, Will. Was it really interesting? I can tell you
loads more if you want."

"I bet you can," Will agreed with a smile, "But, about your exercises?"

"Oh, yes. Well, like I said, I pretend I'm an Athenian boy and do my
press-ups and bicycle things without anything on. Doing it like that I can
count the number in Greek, but it wouldn't be right to count like that if I
was wearing things, would it?"

"No, I don't suppose it would," Will agreed, "But I can see it would be a
bit awkward if your dad came in your room while you were doing them."

"He says it's disgusting," Tom confided, "But how else can I practise my
Greek?" He thought for a moment and, with a little sideways look at Will,
added, "It's a bit naughty as well, isn't it."

"Practising Greek?" Will sniggered.

"No, silly, doing exercises with no clothes on."

"Don't think so," Will dismissed the idea of naughtiness, "Ancient Greeks
obviously didn't think so."

"They did lots of wrestling and stuff," Tom blushed a bit when he said that
and Will felt himself stir, not for the first time since the boy had
arrived.

"Oh, wow," Will's exclamation resulting from the image of naked boys
wrestling that the younger boy's words had created, "I bet there were more
than a few boners popping up!" Realising that he may have gone a bit far a
bit too soon, Will tried to cover up by adding, "I wonder if you got
disqualified or anything if that happened."

Tom sniggered, showing that he most certainly knew what a boner was, a
snigger that did not go unnoticed by Will, but, even so, Tom's next words
surprised him.

"I'd have been disqualified every time, then," the boy giggled, "I get a
boner every time I do my exercises!"

"That's why it's embarrassing when your dad bursts in," Will chortled,
intent on keeping the light-hearted atmosphere – what else might
surprising young Tom reveal?

"Yeh, you'd be embarrassed as well, wouldn't you!" Tom was now quite a
pleasant shade of red.

"What, embarrassed seeing you naked, with a boner?" Will grinned and just
about restrained himself from licking his lips.

"No, silly," Tom sniggered, "If your dad saw you like that."

Not a question Will could truthfully answer, so he avoided it by just
shrugging and wondering out loud if Tom wanted to do his exercises before
they went to bed.

Tom went red again, or rather returned to the full redness that hadn't
quite subsided, and shook his head.

"Should never miss a day," Will persisted, eager now, or even more eager
now, to grab the chance of seeing Tom without his clothes, "One day missed
and then another day and all the hard work is wasted."

"I can't," Tom protested, more embarrassed now than he was when his father
burst in while he was doing his press-ups, "You mustn't laugh, but I
can't," and being an intelligent boy he knew statements like that needed an
explanation, "I got a boner already."

"So?" Will teased, pushing his chance, and his luck a bit as well.

"Wiiiill," Tom wailed.

"Promise I won't be embarrassed," and, hoping that his next words would
have the right effect, added, "Don't suppose I'd see anything anyway."

Suggesting to any boy, even a boy of twelve for whom sex is still sex and,
despite his very considerable intelligence, only vaguely connected with
boners and their subsequent rubbing to tingly feelings, that his erect cock
is too small to be even noticeable is guaranteed a response.

"It's three and three quarters now!" Tom vehemently defended his possession
and, in doing so, revealed that he was interested enough in it to measure
it.

"Oh, yeh," Will teased dismissively.

"Yeh! I measured it yesterday and it's grown a quarter of an inch since I
last did." A shocked look grew on Tom's face as he realised what he had
said and what he had given away.

"Really?" Will allowed himself to look impressed, "I certainly would be
able to see that," he grinned, deciding that being impressed and nice was
the best way forward.

"Wiiiill," Tom wailed again, torn between liking the flattery, wanting and
not wanting the older boy to see him in a `Greek' state. Perhaps it would
be okay if he wasn't hard, but he was, and Tom knew it wasn't going to
soften up again for quite some time, and certainly not if it didn't get
rubbed. And that wasn't something he could tell Will, was it!

Will was in a similar state of uncertainty; on the one hand there was the
temptation to push things further, perhaps dare Tom to show what he had,
and on the other hand there was a worry that if he pushed, Tom might back
off and he'd lose the chance for good. Will had no more experience in
seducing boys than Tom had in being seduced; neither knew what to do next.

Eventually, Will settled on a compromise – if Tom went for it, then
BINGO, and if he didn't, well, there was always the fall-back of waiting
till the twelve year old was asleep and having a furtive grope then.

"What about if," Will laid out his plan, not at all sure of its success,
"You grab your before bed shower, we both do our exercises pretending to be
Greek, and then jump straight into bed. We can do exercises with the light
out," he added hurriedly, "And it'll be well dark with the curtains
pulled."

Tom looked, his blue eyes large with enquiry. "Where do I sleep?" he
timidly asked.

"Share with me, of course," Will tried to make it sound as though it was
nothing out of the ordinary.

"I don't have pyjamas," Tom whispered, "I didn't think........."

"Neither do I," Will interrupted him, "I never wear anything in bed."

"Don't you?" A flash of relief shot across Tom's attractive face, "I don't
as well."

Understanding followed, and with understanding came more to worry about. He
was going to share a bed with Will, his hero Will, and both were going to
be completely undressed and he'd be getting into bed hard from his
exercises and be in real need of rubbing and getting a tingly feeling and
how could he do that if he was sharing a bed with Will cos it wasn't
something you could do secretly not if you were sharing a bed with someone
and what would Will think if he started rubbing himself and he probably
would because he always did when he was in bed and hard because he never
got to sleep if he didn't and it was going to be lots ,lots worse because
he would have Will really close to him and he always found himself thinking
about Will now when he rubbed though he didn't have the faintest idea why
he should be thinking about him so what was he going to do?

"And you need to have a really good shower cos I don't want any skid marks
on the sheets or anything," Will grinned at him. It was a nice grin, not
one that suggested that Tom was the sort of boy who left skid marks behind
him.

"Don't be gross," Tom sniggered, blissfully unaware that Will had a
completely different reason for wanting Tom to be really clean.

"Shall we?" Will pushed and Tom had to agree, it would be chicken not to
and it was going to be dark so his boner wouldn't be seen and he knew Will
wouldn't cheat and turn the light on because Will wasn't like that and
would it really matter even if he did anyway?

"Anyway," Tom said, "I had a bath before dad brought me round so I don't
need a shower. You probably do though," he dared.

"Sod off," Will grinned, "I always smell like this. Get used to it."

"Yuk," Tom pinched his nose pretending disgust, "Who could ever get used to
that." It was safe to tease cos Will was so cool and he'd know Tom didn't
mean it really.

"Shall we go for it?" Will asked, fingers crossed that Tom would, "Light
out, exercises and bed?"

"You going to?" Tom hesitated, needing encouragement to do this most daring
thing of his life.

"I am," Will said airily, "Even if you don't. I must do my squats. Up to
you if you do yours."

"Course," Tom said bravely, if Will was going to he couldn't back down,
could he.

Will was already kicking off his trainers and peeling off his shirt,
clearly intending to follow with his jeans, socks and probably the final
garment as well. Tom felt his mouth go dry and he barely managed to croak,
"Turn out the light then," though whether the croak was due to his own
impending undressing or to the odd mixture of excitement and concern that
he felt at the prospect of Will revealing all before turning out the
light. He did have time to notice that Will was wearing briefs, not boxers
and that the very brief glimpse he stole seemed to show a really noticeable
bulge at the front and why had he even looked let alone noticed that bulge
cos he'd never looked at anyone else's briefs like that not that he'd ever
had the chance to but even if he had he wouldn't have done would he or
perhaps he would or perhaps it was because Will kept appearing in his mind
when he rubbed himself and why was he thinking about rubbing himself now
before he did his exercises because he did that after the exercises when he
was in bed and he was going to share a bed with Will and...and...and ...and
then it went dark as Will turned off the light and he breathed again,
slowly!

He could just about make out a dark shape that had to be Will doing what
must be squats because the shape was going slowly up and down but it was
too dark to make out if Will had taken his briefs off as he had said he
would but even if Will was cheating, he wasn't going to because it was safe
in the dark and although he had this boner that was just not going to go
away Will wouldn't be able to see it in the dark or even if he could Tom
wouldn't be able to see him seeing it.

Thoughts, images and words pounded through Tom's mind like a train out of
control on a downhill gradient as he slowly undressed. He tried to
concentrate on counting in classical Greek as he did his press-ups, but his
mind wouldn't function properly because all he was conscious of was that
Will was somewhere close and that any second now he would be sharing a bed
with him with the hardest boner he'd ever had.

He rushed the last of his bicycle kicks and dashed for the bed, diving
under the safety of the duvet, wondering if he had enough time to rub
himself at least a little before Will got into bed with him, but even as he
was wondering that he felt the duvet move as the older boy slipped in
beside him.

"Well done, Tom," he heard Will whisper from somewhere that was
terrifyingly close and then he felt an arm going behind him, a hand closing
on his shoulder and gentle pressure that eased him sideways until his head
wasn't on the pillows any more but on Will's shoulder......Will's NAKED
shoulder!

His impossibly hard boner went even harder and he was sure it was going to
burst and he kept his body rigid so his hardness did not touch Will because
that would be dreadful if it did because Will would want to know why he was
hard even though he was sure he'd said already that doing his exercises
made him go that way and why was his heart pounding and why couldn't he
think properly?

"You feel so nice," he heard Will's voice whisper and the fingers of the
hand that was on his shoulder were actually softly stroking his upper arm
and he knew his cock really was going to burst, it was so hard. "Be bril to
go to sleep and wake up in the morning to find you still here, just like
this."

Tom's was not the only mind that was whirling, Will desperately trying to
work out what he should do, how much he should say. The skin of Tom's arm
was so soft, so silky, so warm, so irresistibly sexy, but he daren't feel
any more, dare he? He couldn't, mustn't frighten Tom and he had no idea
what he could do before Tom did get frightened, but his arm felt so
wonderful and he hadn't tried to move away, even though his head was on
Will's shoulder and surely he must know what Will wanted, mustn't he?

"Why's that?" Tom asked because he had to know. He didn't really want to
move either because his head on Will's shoulder did feel nice and he
couldn't move the rest of him because of his boner, but he didn't think he
could stay still like this all night.

"Because..........because I like you," Will blurted although he hadn't
really meant to but Tom's skin was so soft, his face so good on his
shoulder; "I like you loads, Tom Langer and I want to be with you and hold
you and cuddle you and kiss you and be with you and kiss you and hold
you......and I feel fucking stupid telling you that and you'll probably
want to get up and go home now."

And suddenly, just like that, Tom understood all about sex, though his mind
spelled it `adoration' and if Will could say things like that, his hero
Will say he liked him and wanted to be with him and all those other things,
then Tom could say things as well, especially as his head was on Will's
shoulder and it was dark and safe under the duvet.

"Like you loads as well," Tom confessed quietly, and then, daring beyond
daring, "Keep thinking about you when, you know, I get the tingly feeling."
He waited, baited breath for Will to laugh or be shocked and disgusted, but
that never happened.

"Think of you when I wank as well," Will whispered, which was not exactly
true as he never really wanked anymore, not with his father sucking out his
spunk at every opportunity.

"Even when you get the feeling?" Tom dared to ask and was rewarded by Will
smiling, unseen in the darkness.

"Don't have that now, "Will said softly, "I shoot spunk now."

"Oh, wow," Tom lifted his head to gaze at his hero, "That must be so
magic!"

"Is pretty good," Will agreed.

"Will?" Tom put his head back down so Will couldn't see his face, "Those
things you said, you really want to do them? Cuddle me and kiss me and
stuff?"

"Very much," Will whispered, "But you don't have to let me."

"You want to rub me as well?" He hoped beyond hope that his hero did want
to do that, that more than anything.

"Yes," Will said simply, "But only if you want me to."

"It's ever so hard, Will."

"So's mine."

"If I rub you, then you'll be my boyfriend," Will said, short on logic but
spot on in meaning.

"If I'm your boyfriend that means you'll have to kiss me, doesn't it?"

"Yeh," Will breathed.

"I didn't know boys kissed boys," Tom admitted, "I thought it was just
girls boys kissed."

"I think it's okay for boys to kiss boys who are very, very special."

"I think so too, Will."

And in the darkness Tom's eyes bulged and breath was sucked into his lungs
as something incredibly wonderful happened and his super-hard cock was
taken into a hand that had reached across him and held his hardness in a
gentle, firm grip.

"Oh, Will," he murmured.

"Love you, Tom," Will muttered.

"Do all those things to me. Make me your proper boyfriend."

No more words as Will's face moved closer to Tom's and mouth met mouth,
Tom's still closed, innocent of the skills of kissing, but instincts are
deep and soft lips moving against his own soon led to a parting and an
opening and tongue met tongue, tentative at first and then in a wild,
plunging frenzy as boy kissed boy as only boys can kiss.

Boys do not kiss boys without reaching for something hard to hold and Tom,
already inspired by Will's hand, reached for the, to him, huge hardness of
the older boy, and somehow Will sighed with pleasure although his mouth was
full of Tom's tongue.

"Don't know how many times I've dreamed of you doing that," Will whispered
when there was a break for air from the kissing.

"You mean that, Will?" Tom so wanted it to be true.

"Every time I pretend it's you," Will repeated his earlier confession,
"Every, every time."

And, whether it was too soon or not, Will could hold back no longer,
wriggling round and delving down for Tom's slender almost four inches,
gobbling them whole and making the younger boy gasp with shock, surprise
and delight. Giving himself tingly feelings was bril, but having Will
stroke his slender, hairless legs, fondle his tight, undropped balls and
swallow his young cock was way, way more than simply bril!

He panted with pleasure and pushed himself in as deep as he could so Will's
lips were right down on his smooth, hairless pubis and even though he was
discovering sex for the very first time, the fuck instinct was awakened and
he pushed himself in and out, the rock-solid tip of his prick rubbing along
Will's hard palate, the warm wetness and the rubbing bringing about the
fastest ever arrival of a tingly feeling and he squirmed and moaned as it
pulsed through him.

"Sorry that was so quick," Will apologised, ashamed that his eagerness to
enjoy the young boy had made him forget to make things last as long as he
could for Tom.

"Don't worry," Tom chirped, "I can do loads more. Sometimes I don't stop
rubbing till I've had three or four."

Will took him at his word, rubbing and sucking and even daring to show Tom
what his nipples were for and how amazing it is when someone makes a meal
of your armpits and Tom, conscious that he must do something in return,
took his courage in his mouth and went down on Will, doing his best to get
as much in as he could and taking great care to follow Will's warning and
keep his teeth well out of the way.

"Gonna spunk soon if you keep doing that," Will muttered as Tom gobbled.

"Want you to spunk, never seen spunk," Tom announced, freeing his mouth
just long enough to say it.

"You'll have a mouthful of it," Will cautioned, and Tom, completely
ignorant of the nature of sperm, decided that was not the best possible
idea and moved his face away from the cock he had been avidly devouring.

"Come here," Will grabbed the boy and pulled him up so he lay on top,
Will's cock now between his upper thighs, clamping his legs tight together
with his own. Mouth returned to mouth and Will, now in serious need of
finishing, slowly and rhythmically fucked Tom's thighs, his cock rubbing
against smooth, twelve year old perineum.

It was never going to take long; kissing combined with thigh fucking
following on from being sucked almost all the way there, his hands kneading
Tom's lovely bum cheeks brought Will to climax and he shuddered as his
sperm spurted between Tom's slender thighs.

"Is that spunk?" Tom asked as he felt the sudden, warm wetness over his
legs.

"Fucking pints of it," Will croaked as he finished, "You've made me spunk
loads."

"Is that good?"

"No, fucking brilliant," Will managed and cuddled the younger boy as
tightly as he could. "Never going to let you go."

They had to be up fairly early in the morning so there was only time for
Will to rub young Tom to one dry orgasm and for Tom to wank a proper one
from Will, this time with the duvet back so Tom could observe the outcome
and uttering a "WOW" as the spunk spurted. He had a silent `wow' when he
saw as well as felt Will's cock as he rubbed it, surprised with himself
that he thought it looked so good; that naked, Will looked so good; but
perhaps he shouldn't have been too surprised by that bit as one of the
things that attracted him to ancient Greece was the nakedness of the youth
depicted in paintings and sculpture.

There was no need for Mr. Evans to speculate on the success or otherwise of
his matchmaking enterprise when one very happy son, closely followed by a
bouncing, bright eyed, fair-haired twelve year old thundered down the
stairs and into the kitchen for breakfast. On the car journey to Norwich,
Will opted to sit in the back with Tom holding, they believed unobserved,
hands and constantly smiling at each other. Even Liverpool's defeat had no
more than a momentary effect on Tom's bright-eyed cheerfulness and once
back home, again holding at least hands and probably other things as well
in the darkness of the car's back seat, the boys could not get up to bed
fast enough.

Exercises were rushed through – with the light on this time – and
when finished both boys gazed openly at the other's nakedness.

"You do know you're absolutely fucking gorgeous, don't you," Will said in
hushed toned as his eyes perved over his young boyfriend's body.

"I suppose I am," Tom said, straight-faced and going into a classical
spear-thrower pose, and, blue eyes twinkling, asked, at least sounding
innocent, "Which bit of me do you like best?"

"All of you."

"Not one bit in particular?"

"Well," Will pretended to think, "There is one bit; it's very little, but
it is temptingly hard."

"Which bit is that?" Tom held his pose although giggles were not far
away. "Show me."

"Just as soon as we're in bed."

"Naughty Will," Tom chortled and dashed for the bed, "See if you can find
it," he challenged.

Will did, first time!

"Bril being with you all day," Will whispered.

"Yeh," Tom agreed as they lay close, each holding the other's hardness and
enjoying the feel of the hardness they held.

"Our first date," Will risked saying.

"You really want me to be your boyfriend, Will? Proper, real boyfriend?"

"I do."

"I want that too."

"No more to be said, then," Will half giggled and moved his mouth closer to
Tom's who instantly took the hint.

They shared their feelings for each other with lips and tongues, Tom
holding hard onto cock with one hand and shoulder with the other, Will
allowing his own hand to rove over any smooth, warm skin it could find –
any bit of Tom was, for Will, a bit worth feeling and enjoying.

Kissing concluded for the moment, Will began on the task of demonstrating
just what pleasures a boy's body can be treated to by a mouth intent on
giving those pleasures, pleasures Will had learned from some of his more
mature clients who had been more concerned with his enjoyment rather than
their own.

And that was, for the moment, all Will was thinking of. Yes, the enjoyment
of Tom's flesh was massive, but so much more so was for Tom to enjoy being
enjoyed; and Tom did enjoy it.

"Just lie there and let me love you," Will whispered, "And stop me if you
don't like it. Never let me do anything you don't want or like."

"Anything," Tom accepted, though he knew that he knew that he did not know
everything that anything involved.

Will mouthed every inch of his front, from throat to knees and although he
would have recoiled in disgust from anyone else who licked and kissed him
like that, when Will did it there was nothing but delight involved.

Tongue under his arms felt wonderful, and made his hardness harder; having
his shoulders and chest licked and kissed was relaxing but any softening
that may have led to was lost big time when Will kissed and gently nibbled
his nipples, a nibbling that made him writhe and thrash around on the bed.

When Will worked on his thighs, especially his inner thighs, he almost
cried in frustration that his cock was not being frantically rubbed, but
that relief never came because Will turned him over and started on his
back.

More new sensations, sensations Tom believed that only Will could give him,
sensations that made him want Will to stop so he could do something in
return, and not stop because it all felt so wonderful.

He didn't know just how wonderful a mouth, lips and tongue can be on a
boy's body until Will reached his final objective, softly parting Tom's bum
cheeks to plunge his mouth between them and lick crack and hole, ignoring
Tom's gasps of amazement that anyone could do such a thing and then gasps
of pure pleasure when the feelings of what was happening went all the way
up to his brain.

Will licked, ate and munched until Tom was a gasping wreck, a boy pushing
his body onto the curled tongue tip that was trying to invade him, trying
and partly succeeding, but succeeding nowhere near as much as his body
wanted it to and his mind was scared of it doing.

When Will finally stopped, a mouth can do only so much before jaw-ache sets
in, and returned his face to the pillow beside Tom's it was to find a boy
crying with the excess of sensations he had been subjected to.

"Tom!" Will was horrified, "Oh, Tom, I never meant to hurt you! Oh, god,
I'm so sorry, Tom."

"No," Tom shook his head, tears flowing, "No hurt.  Just..., so much...."
Far too much for twelve year old Tom to put into words.

Will held him tight, reached down and rubbed him while tears dried on his
shoulder, rubbed him until he wriggled and squeaked as a tingly feeling
surged through him, and then did it again, just for good luck.


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