Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2000 13:54:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ed <author62@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Capturing Tommy-3" (t/t,oral,anal,humil)
Capturing Tommy-3
It was seven o'clock and Colin woke up with a start when he heard
his Dad call his name. He was in the hallway only a few feet from his
bedroom door. He panicked when he realized that his penis was wet and
sticky and there was a large wetspot on the bedsheet. His mind raced,
remembering the dream he had about Jerold kissing him. The air in his
bedroom was thick with the pungent smell of his idol's sweat soaked
tee-shirt. He quickly stripped it off and stuffed it under his pillow.
"Can I come in?", he heard his father ask.
"In a minute Dad", Colin answered in his shy, little-boy voice.
He heard the bed squeak and the sounds of feet hitting the floor,
a drawer opening and closing and another squeak of bed springs. His
Dad smiled to himself, guessing what Colin might be doing.
"Ok Dad, you can come in now."
Colin was sitting on the side of his bed dressed in unwrinkled
pajamas. His eyes were downcast and he was blushing.
His Dad knew that he was to blame and felt guilty. He had been
meaning to have the talk that all fathers should have with their sons. He
kept postponing it because he still thought of Colin as *his little boy*.
He had assumed Colin would know all about nocturnal emissions from his
Sex-Ed class in school. Then he remembered the frumpy old lady who
taught that course. She probably skipped that chapter entirely, thinking
it to be sinful.
His heart melted when he realized how distraught and confused Colin
appeared to be. He sat beside him on the bed and put his arm around his
thin shoulders.
"Is there something bothering you son?"
"Oh Dad.... I'm so ashamed... I think I had an accident and wet the
bed."
"No you didn't sweetheart! It's time that you and I have a talk."
"Colin, I know that you are embarrassed right now, but you have no
reason to be. What happened to you, happens to every boy around your
age. I'm going to ask you to do something for me. You trust me, don't
you?"
"Sure Dad."
"I want you to stand up and take off your pajamas in front of me.
Will you do that?"
"Gee Dad ..... , do I have to?"
"Yes, it's important."
Colin stood up from the bed, unbuttoned the top part of his pajamas
and slipped it off his shoulders. His Dad put out his hand and Colin
gave it to him. Then he hooked his fingers in the elastic waist band
of his pajama bottoms and slid them off his hips, letting them fall to
his ankles. Again, his Dad put out his hand and Colin stepped out of
them, reached down and handed them to him. To Colin's dismay, his little
penis started to raise up, right there in full view of his Dad.
His Dad was pleased with what he saw. Colin was a genuinely cute
boy. With his red hair, fair skin and shapely legs, he was certain that
the boy could be a model if the right contacts were made. His body was
at that stage in development where he could pass as either a boy or a
girl. If it was up to his dad, he would stay this way forever. He liked
having a boy who still thought that his Dad was the greatest guy on earth.
"Now Colin, I want you to pull back your foreskin so we can both look
at the head of your penis."
Colin skinned it back.
"Wha... What's that white stuff, Dad?"
"That's your semen, son. You probably heard the word 'cum' before,
they're the same thing. Your body is changing, you are in the process of
becoming a man. Your body is starting to manufacture semen and when it
builds up, it is released through the slit in the head of your penis. Last
night you had what's known as a nocturnal emission, a wet-dream. I bet
that you had a dream about a girl, didn't you?"
"Not really Dad, I had a dream but it was about Jerold Hammond, the
older boy who lives down the street from us. Dad, I did a bad thing
yesterday afternoon, I stole Jerold's tee-shirt when he wasn't looking.
Last night I wore it to bed, it was all sweaty from playing basketball
and smells just like him. I like the way he smells, Dad. I like to look
at him without his shirt on and wearing those tight fitting shorts.
There's just something about him Dad that makes me feel all funny inside."
His dad wasn't quite prepared for that answer but he recovered
quickly.
"Boys your age sometimes develop crushes on other boys. It's nothing
to be ashamed about, you will forget about Jerold when you meet a girl that
you like. As for the stealing, I think you should return his tee-shirt
as soon as you get a chance."
Colin couldn't imagine having the same feelings for a girl that he
had for Jerold but if his Dad said so, it must be true. He also couldn't
imagine ever forgetting about Jerold.
"Can I ask you a question, Dad?"
"Sure honey .... ask me anything, that's what this is all about."
"When will I start to grow hair down there and will my penis always
be this small? All the boys in my class tease me about it, some of them
said that I look more like a girl than a boy."
His Dad cupped his hand under Colin's chin so he could look him in
the eyes.
"Very soon son, you are just a late developer. I know that kids
can be cruel ... but trust me, it will happen and you will catch up to
them."
"I want you to think about our conversation. We will talk again,
there are other things you should know but they can wait. If you have
any questions, I'll do my best to answer them. Here, put your pajamas
back on and come downstairs when you're ready. I'll make your favorite
breakfast.
"Do you feel better now?"
"Yeah... I do... thanks Dad."
Colin hugged his Dad and kissed him on the lips. He was always an
affectionate kid and never afraid to show it.
Now it was his Dad's turn now to feel a little ashamed. His cock
was as hard as a rock ..... it started the moment Colin told him about
Jerold. Secretly, he had been watching that boy for the last year or
so. He had to agree with his son ..... there was something about that
kid that made him feel all funny inside too.
"Give me Jerold's tee-shirt, Colin. I'll put it in the laundry so
it's clean when you give it back to him."
Colin reluctantly got it out from under his pillow and handed it
to his Dad.
When his Dad went downstairs, he held the shirt up to his nose and
inhaled. The aroma of Jerold's boysweat flooded his brain. It was even
better than he had imagined. He had to do something about his hardon
and went down to the basement laundry room. He lowered his pants and
furiously jerked off while holding the shirt to his nose, then used it
to wipe his cock before tossing it in the hamper.
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Tommy heard birds chirping, lazily opened his eyes and looked at the
alarm clock. In ten minutes it would ring and he would have to go back
to his own bedroom before his mother leaves for work. Mike's strong
arms encircled his chest and his stiff cock lay against his hip. Tommy
felt warm and secure in his master's embrace.
Last night after Jerold left, Tommy fell asleep laying on top of
Mike. The last thing he remembered after licking Mike's armpits clean
was his collar being unbuckled and thrown to the floor. Mike directed
him to lay the side of his face between his pecs and started gently
stroking his hair with his left hand. His right hand continued to caress
his plump ass cheeks before tracing up his spine and back down on his ass
again.
They both fell asleep and it was after 1 AM when Mike reached over
to set the alarm clock. Tommy woke up, looked at the clock and asked
Mike if he wanted him to leave.
"No honey, I want to keep you in my bed until morning. What time
does your mother look in on you before she goes to work?"
"Seven o'clock."
"To be safe, I'll set the alarm for six thirty. That should give
you plenty of time to go home, put on your pajamas and slip into bed. The
minute I hear her car leave, I will come over to your bedroom and capture
you again. You will be carried away against your will and tossed on your
back in the middle of my bed. Then I will strip off your pajamas and make
love to you, just like the first time we met."
Tommy didn't say a word. He just grinned from ear-to-ear.
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Jerold got up at seven o'clock and went into the bathroom to drain
the monster. He looked in the full length mirror and was proud of what
he saw reflected back.
His thoughts were firing back and forth in his mind, a mile a minute:
He was buff, small wonder that girls were always checking him out.
And not only girls, there were men who propositioned him at the mall.
The one guy was going to pay him 20 bucks to have a look at his cock.
Not a feel or anything else, just a look .... 20 bucks ... he should
have taken him up on it. He did have a nice cock, he thought. It was
uncut with a smooth foreskin, not veiny like some he'd seen. He often
wondered what it was like to be cut, like his friend Mike. Their cocks
were about the same length but Mike's seemed to be slightly thicker.
Tommy's cock was cut also but he has such a tiny little thing. It
would probably grow larger, after all he had only just turned 13. He
thought about last night and how turned on he got by looking at Tommy's
body. That kid had a great looking ass. The silk panties were what did
it for him, reminded him of a girl. Then he said to himself, who the
hell are you kidding. Panties or no, that ass was better looking than
any girl's that he ever saw. Tommy had shaken his foundation. He made
him take a look at his true feelings, for the very first time. Damn,
he thought. I wish Mike had let me take a turn with Tommy. That lucky
bastard better treat him right, that's all I can say or that boy will
be mine ...... in a New York minute.
Finally his mind started to slow down a little but speeded up again:
Today, I'm going *Colin Hunting*. That little red-head is a cute
one. From what I remember, his ass is pretty fine looking too. I wonder
if these shy, young boys know the effect they have on other people. They
are so damn naive and innocent. It would be a shame if they got hurt.
Jerold stopped and tried to analyze all his rambling thoughts:
I'm not like that!! I could never harm anyone, especially a boy who
is barely 13 and has never had sex before. I'll take it slow, scope him
out and see where it leads.
It was now 10 AM and Jerold finally got dressed and walked outside to
pick up the morning paper. He saw a slight movement across the street,
just for an instant. Behind the trunk of the big oak tree he saw a head
peek out and the hair was definitely red in color. Time for a show down,
he thought and walked straight toward the tree and around the other side.
"Hey kid, whatcha doing? You're not spying on me, are ya?"
Colin looked down at his feet. He couldn't believe that Jerold had
actually spoken to him.
"No .... just hanging out, not much to do around here."
"I have an idea Colin, why don't you come across the street and we
can shoot some hoops in my driveway."
Colin was surprised that Jerold knew his name.
"I'd like to.... but I'm very bad."
"You know what happens to bad little boys, don't ya?"
When Jerold saw the confused look on his face, he laughed and said,
"Don't mind me kid, it was something I heard last night."
C'mon, I bet you're better than you think.
Thanks to all who responded. Four different suggestions from readers
were used in Part 3. Send me your ideas and I'll try to make them
become part of the story.
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