Date: Wed, 28 May 2008 18:49:25 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: ANOTHER TOM AND HUCK   (b/b oral)

This story is about the friendship of two young boys and includes their
sexual relationship.  If you are not 18, or if it is illegal where you
reside to read such material, you must leave.

Copyright Charles Hughes 2008, all rights reserved

While this is an individual story in itself, my faithful readers will
recognize the opening paragraphs from the conclusion of my series "TOMAS
AND THE DICK," also in Young Friends.

I will try to respond to all emails: the.empty.room@homtail.com



ANOTHER TOM AND HUCK  (b/b  oral)



The woman at the counter of the express shipping office wasn't quite sure
what it was that she was packing, but she knew to handle it very carefully.

"Ma, Rich and me want to go fishing. Okay?"

The nine-year-old was looking around the man standing at the counter.  The
man turned to smile at him.  Tommy returned the smile politely, but he was
more intent on his mother's response.

"Don't bother me now, Tommy," the woman said.  "Can't you see I'm busy?"

The boy's friend, Rich, was waiting outside the window of the office with
their bikes and fishing poles, peering in to see if Tommy was getting the
permission he needed.

"Please, ma, we..."

"Go, go, go." The woman was carefully sealing the box. "Just you be home by
supper. Hear me?"

The man watched the boy dash out the door, and the bikes disappeared down
the street.

"Loves to fish, I see," he said to the woman.

"Oh, them boys," she answered.  "Yeah, they fish, but they don't seem to
catch much."  She finished the package and wrote the receipt.

The man got in his car and headed for the highway. At the edge of town he
caught up with the boys on their bikes just as they were turning off into a
wooded area.  As he pulled around the bikes, he honked and waved at the two
boys. They looked puzzled, but they waved back.

As the big car disappeared, Rich asked, "Who was that?"

"I dunno," Tommy said. "Some man.  He was in the store with ma.  Come on,"
he grinned, "let's find our special spot in the woods."

Rich pulled his t-shirt off, wrapped it around his handlebars, and called
over his shoulder as he sped off, "Last one there's a wuss!"

Tommy took his shirt off, too.  He mounted his bike and pedaled fast to
keep up.  Both boys had to slow down when they got to the edge of the
woods, and soon they had to dismount and walk their bikes as they
continued.

Their "special spot" was right at the edge of the small river that ran
through the woods.  A layer of rock had caused a sharp bend in the river,
with a resulting deeper pool of water before the river continued.  It was a
good place to fish.  But next to the shore line was the layer of rock
shoved above the ground eons before; huge rocks were a broken, jumbled pile
that looked like some giant had tossed them aside as he strode by.  Well,
that was one of the explanations Rich and Tommy had thought of.  There were
other possibilities.

There was a cleft between some larger rocks which was pretty much hidden
from view until you were in exactly the right spot.  If you squeezed
yourself through it, you found yourself in a small "room," the ceiling of
which was the rock above it.  It wasn't exactly a cave, but it was good
enough to be called "special."

And the boys had made it yet more special.  They had discovered it one day
while looking for a new place to fish and had abandoned the fishing
immediately to explore the "room."  It was an awesome place for two little
nine-year-olds.  They were hidden away, entirely apart from the rest of the
world where they were cool in the heat of the summer and out of the colder
winds that blew when the seasons changed.

They could barely get their bikes in through the opening, and they
immediately left them, and the fishing poles, inside their "door."  It had
been some time since they had actually fished; it was more fun to be in
their special spot.

"What'll we play?" Rich asked.

They did all sorts of things in their special room.  They had hidden a deck
of cards between some rocks for card games.  They had brought a set of
checkers, too, but the cardboard playing board had warped soon after
because of the damp.  So they had painstakingly scratched their own
checkerboard into the rock floor.  Tommy had brought an old blanket his mom
was throwing away, and they used it to sit on.  Their stack of comics just
sat there, long read almost to pieces.

They also liked to make up stories, one boy stopping at an exciting part
making the other pick up the story line which, when stopped, would have to
be taken up by the first.  Some of their stories had never really eneded.
They'd just been abandoned in favor of newer and better ones.

And they talked a lot, too.  Since they had known each other all their
lives, they had a lot to talk about.

"Did you like the movie?" Tommy asked.  They had gone together to see the
new Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn movie.

"That would be so cool," Rich said.

"What would be?"

"Living like that.  Like they did."  Rich lay back, his head on his hands,
using his wadded-up t-shirt as a pillow.  He stared up at the rock ceiling.

Tommy followed suit.  "But we do," he said simply.

Rich turned to look at his friend.  He slowly grinned.

"We do," Tommy repeated.  "Yeah, they didn't have bikes, and they had the
Mississsis... River.  But we're like them, aren't we?"

"Yeaaaaah," Rich said slowly, catching on.  "I guess we are."

Tommy grinned back at his friend.  He looked over at Rich.  Though still a
shade lighter than Tommy, Rich had tanned during the summer.  Tommy was a
little darker naturally, but the tan on Rich was made more obvious by the
white stripe of skin that showed just above the waistband of his shorts and
the white hollows under his arms.

Rich grinned back.  "I bet they peed together, too.  Think?"

"But they couldn't put that in a movie," Tommy agreed.  "And they were
older than us."

"I know.  They had some hair in their pits.  We don't."

"Those were just actors, though," Tommy said.  "Didn't you think they
looked kind of old to be, well... kids like us?"

"Maybe," Rich said.  "but how old were the real Tom and Huck?"

"Don't remember," Tommy said.  They'd read an abridged version of the book
to prepare for the movie.  "I think they were more like us, though.  Not so
old."

"Then they shouldn't have had hair under their arms," Rich said.  He rolled
over and supported himself on one arm, looking at Tommy.  "Think they had
hair down there, too?"

"Sure," Tommy said.  "If they had it in their pits, they had it down there,
too."

"But the real Tom and Huck didn't."  Rich had decided.

"Not if they were like us," Tommy agreed.

"And if that Tom was like you, Tommy, he was ticklish down there."

Tommy giggled.  "I'm not if you don't tickle me."

Rich sat up.  He tried to get a very serious look on his face.  "Huck wants
to see if Tom is ticklish," he said in a deeper voice, presumably the voice
of the boy actor somewhat older than they were.

"No way!"  Tommy rolled over onto his stomach, where "down there" was a
little more protected.

"I dare you to let Huck tickle Tom and see if he can keep from laughing,"
Rich said.

"I double-dare you!"

They had agreed long ago that if one double-dared someone to do something
and it didn't get done, the other one had the right to dictate anything --
and that absolutely had to be done.  This meant that Tommy got to do the
tickling first.

Rich looked for a moment like he was trying to get mad, but he couldn't
keep from grinning.  "Oh, okay, all right."  He pulled his shorts and
underpants down and lay back.  That was the way they tickled on their
sleepovers -- though they had to be quiet about it.  He was determined he
could withstand any tickling down there; he usually did.

Tommy moved over to his side and tickled the smooth mound of Rich's pubis,
but that was just for fun because he knew Rich wouldn't be ticklish there.
Rich was grinning, but not laughing at all.  Rich's pink little dick was
just a nub of flesh, not interested in the game at all.

Tommy moved a couple of fingers down to Rich's thigh, right in the cleft
beside his two little bumps under his dick.  He tickled.  Nothing happened,
so he moved his fingers down just under the dick.  He tickled, and the only
thing that happened was that Rich's little dick seemed to wake up.  Tommy
kept moving his fingers around, but his eyes were on the slowly expanding
dick.  It wasn't long until it was standing at its full three inches.

But Rich wasn't giggling.  He sighed and opened his legs a little.

"Hey, we're not playing THAT game," Tommy said, and he slapped Rich's thigh
a little.

"And I'm not laughing, either.  Did you notice that?"  Rich grinned up at
his friend.  "So it's my turn.  I mean, your turn."

Tommy had goofed, and he knew it.  There was no way he could keep from
giggling.  But they always abided by their own rules, so he shrugged and
pulled his shorts and underpants completely off.  It was nicer being naked,
anyway.  He lay down.  Only, Tommy's dick had started to play its own game.
It was rapidly becoming a three-inch stiffie itself.

By this time Rich had thrown his clothes aside, too.  He crossed his legs
and sat down, pulling Tommy's legs apart.  He grinned at his victim.

Tommy's hiarless pubis, naturally darker than Rich's, wasn't ticklish
either, so Rich didn't even bother with it.  He went right to work next to
Tommy's little nuts, up in that warm, soft cleft.  Tommy immediately
sputtered a giggle he'd tried to suppress.  This simply encouraged Rich, so
he used both hands this time, tickling on both sides of the tiny bumps.

Tommy drew in a big breath that he hoped would stifle his urge to laugh,
but it was no use.  He burst out in giggles and shoved his hand down at his
middle, trying to push Rich's hands away.  Rich moved one hand to Tommy's
belly to hold him down and continued tickling with the other.

"Nooooo n...n...n...oooooooo..." Tommy cried, raising his legs and trying
to protect his boyhood.  His belly was shaking from the giggles, and he was
struggling for breath.  His dick had given up and shrunk back into him.

But there was a limit to tickling, and they both knew it.  Rich stopped the
tickling and just lay his hand on Tommy's thigh.  The fingers that had been
on Tommy's belly moved down to his pubis, and Rich stroked the smooth
place.  Tommy's laughter died away, and he let himself be calmed by the
warmth of Rich's hands, one just above and one just below his boyohood.

When Tommy sighed, Rich knew they had moved into another game they both
liked.  They played it often here, in their special spot, where they were
safe from prying eyes.  They sometimes played it, also, when one boy slept
over at the other's house.  And now and then after school when parents
weren't home yet.

Rich liked this game, too, as much as Tommy did.  They had watched each
other's dicks carefully in the last year or so, after they had discovered
the pleasures of this game one night in Tommy's bed.  And now Tommy's dick
was waking up again.  Rich watched it move around just a little, like a
pink little worm turning over in the sun.  Then the end of it got just a
little bigger.  Then the long part began to grow, too.  And soon it was
standing straight up, all three inches of it.

"Do me," Tommy cood.

But he didn't even have to ask.  Rich's fingers were soon working on the
three inches, moving up and down the thin shaft and toying with the little
head.  He smiled when he heard Tommy sigh in pleasure.  He moved his
fingers around the top and then began to move them up and down, as they had
learned together.  The little dick was soon as hard as it got, a real
stiffie, the kind they liked to play with.  He moved the smooth skin up and
down, and Tommy's sighs became a soft groan.

"Ooooo... that's nice... Rich..."

And Rich liked to hear that he was pleasing his friend.  His fingers kept
at a steady pace, stroking up and down, up and down.

In a moment there was more urgency in Tommy's voice.

"Do it faster... Rich... more..."

Rich increased the pace of his fingers over the little stiffie as he
watched it.  He had no understanding of why such a funny-looking little
part of a boy's body could all of a sudden make a boy feel unbelievably
wonderful.  But he understood how it happened.  Not in some dry, medical
sense, but in the swift connections boys can make between things, the
cause-and-effect of actions he and Tommy had been sharing for some time.

Tommy suddenly became rigid.  He pulled his breath in noisily.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."  The release from inside his body pushed a long, loud
cry of satisfaction from his throat and caused his dick to jerk irregularly
in Rich's hand.

"Awwwwwwww..." Tommy moaned when it was over.  "Oh, that was a good one.
Yeaaaa...," he sighed.

Rich sat there a moment, leaning his arms and head on his knees and
watching his best friend.  This was cool, he thought.  I guess I look like
that when I do it, too.

When Tommy opened his eyes after a few moments, he grinned at Rich.  They
both knew what was next.  Rich lay back, resting his head on his crossed
arms underneath and exposing his nine-year-old body to his friend.

Tommy sat next to him and ran his hands over the boy's chest first.
Without ever discussing it, they seemed to agree that since they had jacked
each other they might as well touch each other anywhere they wanted to.
And Tommy, especially, liked to do that.  Rich always enjoyed the warm
hands on his chest and belly, his thighs.  He smiled at his friend as the
hands passed over him, up and down.

And Tommy smiled as he touched his friend.  He knew that Rich had very much
wanted Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn to be real boys, in the real world.
Rich had argued with Tommy that the man who wrote the book was writing
about real people, and Rich finally let him believe it.  Who knew?  Maybe
they really had been real.  But probably not.  As far as Tommy was
concerned, the real Tom and Huck were himself and Rich, two boys always
together.  He looked down at his Huck, his best friend.

"Hey," Tommy said, "you want?"

He was asking about Rich's dick.  It was a real stiffie now, of course.
And the little pink head had turned darker.  Rich nodded.

Tommy slid his hand down his Huck's belly and onto his dick.  It was
already wiggling in anticipation.  He held it and played with the little
head with his thumb.

"Aw yeah," Rich sighed.

Tommy began the slow up-and-down motion they had learned together.  But
with his other hand he poked carefully at the two little balls beneath.
They had both seen pictures of naked men.  They knew that their dicks would
grow bigger as they grew.  But they thought it was amazing that the two
tiny bumps under them would become great big bags that hung down, just like
dicks did.

"Go faster."  Rich was eager for it to happen.  But then, he usually was.
Tommy was the one who liked to make it last longer, who liked to explore a
little bit.  And they did a little more of that each time they played.

Maybe the eagerness in Rich made the tightening inside him happen more
quickly.  But very soon he felt it, the sense that something inside needed
out.  Like he needed to pee it out more than anything.  They knew all about
sperm and semen from the older boys -- or they knew, at least, what the
older boys had told them.  They knew that someday, something would actually
come out of their dicks when this happened.  But not yet.

They hadn't known that for a while after it had happened for them the first
time.  All they had known then was that it felt incredibly wonderful, and
they could make it happen for each other whenever they wanted.

Rich was panting now, very close.  And the stiffie in Tommy's hand seemed
to take on a life of its own.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."  Rich shoved his hips upward against the hand
stroking him, and his groan filled the hollow of their little room and
echoed around the rock walls loudly.

When Rich was through, Tommy lay back next to him, putting his head back on
his crossed arms just like his friend.  Two boys enjoying the afterglow of
boy sex and the warmth of genuine friendship.

Finally Tommy rolled over and looked at Rich.  "You want to go back?  Want
to fish?"  Although they hadn't actually fished for a while, they assumed
that they would sometime.

"We can't go back," Rich said, looking up at him. "We're not done."

"Huh?"

"You lost the dare, remember?"  Rich grinned.

"Yeah, I did.  And I jacked you off," Tommy said.

"But I didn't tell you to do that.  You just did it.  And it was cool!"

They both grinned.

"Now you got to pay up for losing the dare and do what I tell you," Rich
reminded him.

"What?"  Tommy looked suspicious.

"You know that magazine Ernie showed us?"  Ernie was one of the older boys
at school.  He had brought one of his father's magazines and showed it to
the other boys in the restroom at school one day.  There were pictures of
men and women doing things some of the boys had never even imagined.  It
got some of them so excited that stall doors closed soon, and boy sounds
were heard around the room.

"Yeah, I remember."  What was Rich getting to?

"There was this picture, a woman had this guy's dick in her mouth."  Rich
paused.

"And?"  But Tommy knew what was coming next.

"That's your dare.  You got to do that to me."

"Eat your dick?"  Tommy's eyes widened.  "Gross!  Where you pee?  No way!
No way!"  But he did notice that his own dick was beginning to stiffen as
he remembered the picture.

"You got to.  You lost.  It's the rules."  Rich wasn't sure, though, that
in this case Tommy would keep the rules.  But he'd been thinking about that
picture, wondering...

"Don't you wonder what it feels like?" he asked Tommy.  He sat up.

Well, Tommy could lie, of course.  But why lie to your best friend?

"Well... yeah."  Actually, he had.  And he noticed that his stiffie
continued to grow.  Of course, Rich's stiffie was at full mast now, too.

"Look, a deal."  They were also good at making deals about things one or
the other of them wanted.  "You do it to me," Rich said, "then I'll do it
to you."

"I... guess.  Okay."  He couldn't resist reaching down to touch his hard
dick.  It sure felt good.  He grinned, then, at Rich, who grinned back.

"Wonder if Tom and Huck ever played this game," Tom grinned.

Rich giggleds and spread his legs wider; Tommy got closer.  He reached for
the little pole at Rich's middle and held it.  He leaned in awkwardly and
tentatively touched his tongue to the tip.

"Oh!"  Rich gasped at the sudden sensation that shot through his stiffie
and right on into the rest of him.

Tommy didn't pause, but he only very slowly opened his mouth wide and moved
it over the little dickhead waiting for him.  He closed his lips right
around it, carefully keeping his tongue away from it.  Then he released it
quickly and sat up.

"Hey!" Rich objected.  "That wasn't enough.  I barely felt anything at
all."

"It was in my mouth.  That's all you said, and that's what I did."  Tommy
nodded with finality.

"It felt... nice.  Tommy.  Please do it again.  Just a little more." Rich
had raised himself on both elbows watching his friend, whose hand was still
holding his hard dick.  "Please, Tommy.  Then I'll do you.  I promise."

Tommy slowly nodded.  They liked to please each other, and dicks were a
part of it, he thought.  Maybe just a little more.  And it hadn't tasted
bad.  It had tasted like... well, it hadn't really tasted like anything he
could think of.  But it wasn't anything bad.

He lowered his head and took the dick back inside.  He readjusted his
position a little, and, as he did, his tongue accidentally touched the
dickhead in his mouth.

"Oh, Tommy!" Rich said loudly.  "Oh, that's good!"

Well, Tommy thought, it didn't taste bad.  He touched his tongue to the
little head again.  It was very warm.  He hesitantly let his tongue explore
it a bit.  The skin was very soft and smooth.  But there was such hardness
inside.  He remembered how his own stiffie felt when he played with the
head of it.  That's what my tongue is feeling, he thought.  Suddenly he
felt like moving his tongue a little more.  He pushed it slowly all around
the little knob.

"Ah... ahhhh... ah... ahhh..."  Rich shuddered beneath him.

It must really feel good, Tommy thought.  And he noticed that his own dick
had responded to either the sensation on his tongue or the sound of
pleasure from Rich.  Or both.  He licked, then, consciously moving his
tongue along the underside of the little head and over the tiny hole.

Rich repeated his groan.

And Tommy licked his tongue all around it again.  He moved his lips down,
taking a little more of his friend's stiffie into his mouth.  Rich's groans
seemed to excite him more, and the warm, pulsing dick in his mouth
certainly did.

He found himself sucking it again, and Rich gasped loudly.

"Oh, Tommy! Oh, yeaaaa..."

So Tommy combined his licking with his sucking, and each time he sucked
just a little more of the stiffie disappeared into his mouth.

Rich began moving under him.  He'd had no idea what would happen, how it
would feel.  It was nothing at all like pulling it himself, not even like
Tommy pulling it for him.  It was like nothing he'd ever felt in his entire
nine years...

Tommy was thinking, wet and warm.  Smooth.  Soft and hard at the same time.
No taste.  Yes.  The taste of Rich.  A good taste... He licked and sucked,
instinctively knowing that the movement under his mouth -- and in it --
meant that it was going to happen for his friend again.

"Oh... oh... oh... oh..."  Rich's sounds were short little whines now.

And then Tommy felt Rich's stiffie grow just a little harder, press just a
little more forcefully against his tongue.  And as Rich gasped hoarsly, his
dick spasmed over and over in Tommy's mouth, frantically seeking the
strokes of Tommy's tongue.  Rich's hips pressed upward.  Then with a final
gasp, Rich went limp.  And so did his dick.

Tommy released it and sat up, looking at Rich.  His friend's eyes were
open, but they appeared glazed, as though he were looking at nothing at all
and wouldn't have seen it if he had been.  There was just a sheen of
moisture on Rich's forehead.  Just a hit of moisture at the corner of his
eye.  That could have been nothing like jacking off, Tommy thought.  That
must have been something... entirely different.  Bigger.  Better.

Rich finally focused on his friend.  "Awesome."  The word came out slowly
and softly, as though the greatest discovery in the entire universe had
just been made.  And, maybe, for Rich, it had.

Tommy lay his hand on Rich's belly and stroked it as he watched his Huck
recover.

"Oh, Tommy, that was just awesome.  I never knew... It was just so great.
Tommy, you got to let me do you.  You got to.  You'll see."

And after seeing what Rich had just experienced, Tommy wasn't about to say
no.  He lay back down and spread his legs.  What was going to happen?  Why
would it feel so different?  What would make it so much better?

Rich took Tommy's dick, already stiff, and stroked on it a few times.
Glancing up at his friend, he moved down and took the dickhead into his
mouth without hesitating.

"Oh my god!"  Tommy's entire body reacted.  He felt as though an electric
shock had begun in his dick and shot through his whole body.  He shook
inside.  His dickhead was engulfed by a wetness, a heat it had never known
before, and it warmed him inside and out.

Something poked at his dickhead, and Tommy knew he was feeling Rich's
tongue now.  The poke became a slow, warm circling of his dickhead.  He
felt as though it were being washed all over, all around.  He sighed
loudly.  Then he raised his head.  The sight of his dick's little stem in
Rich's fingers and his dickhead inside Rich's mouth -- inside! -- caused
him to shudder.  He lay his head back and sighed again.

He pleasured himself at home often.  He had ever since he'd begun playing
with his dick in the bath when he was really little.  Then he'd discovered
that if he did it long enough something pretty spectacular happened.  And
then he'd discovered his best friend enjoyed the same games, and the games
only improved when they played them together.  But nothing -- nothing at
all! -- had ever felt like this.

His dick was so little, especially when compared to those in that magazine.
But at the moment it felt as big and powerful as any of those in the
pictures.  One little piece of flesh, and it was heating his insides as
nothing had ever done.  Heating him all over, all through.  He felt the
wonder of it on his skin!  Goosebumps all over.  Quivering inside...

"Oooooooo..."  He heard himself moaning, but he heard it as though he were
another person, another boy listening in to some mysterious experience...
"Oooooooooo..."

Only a split second before did he know it would happen.  The wonder of what
was happening to his dick was superceded suddenly by the urgent need
to... what?  Need... Oh need oh Rich yess oooo neeeed ooooyesss
suckityesssssooonice ooooo...

He bucked into Rich's mouth as his orgasm hit him hard, as it overwhelmed
his little boy's body with the experience of what some little boys never
get to know.  He twisted as though he were trying to escape, as though he
were trying to shove inside, as though he were on fire...

For a moment there was nothing except the deepest pleasure a boy can know.

And Tommy wilted.  He could have just melted into the ground.  He shuddered
loudly.

When he opend his eyes, Rich was sitting near his head, smiling down at him
and holding his hand.

"We got to go," Rich said.  "Going to be suppertime soon."  He grinned.  "I
dare you to do that again sometime, Tom."

"Double...dare you, Huck," Tommy panted as he grinned back at him.