Date: Mon, 12 May 2008 14:43:56 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 11   (t/t oral anal)

This story is completely fiction.  It describes the relationships among
three boys, a young teen and younger boys.  If this offends you, or if you
are not 18 years of age, or if it is illegal where you reside to read such
material, you must leave.

Copyright 2008 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved

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TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 11



Two problems arose during the first week of the eighth grade.  One was
Richard's four-and-a-half inches, and the other was Tomas' five-and-a-half
inches.  The problems arose in the locker room after their first gym class
together.  They had decided, after some discussion, to get lockers close
together.  Maybe far apart would have been a better idea.

Tomas got into and out of the shower quickly when the class was over; he
had no problem until Richard, who had gotten into the shower after him,
walked out.  Richard was soft.  Good, Tomas thought.  But just looking at a
naked, wet Richard had not been a good idea.  Tomas felt his pride and joy
stiffen, so he dressed rapidly and kept his back to Richard.  But Richard
had seen just enough that he knew what was happening between Tomas' brown
thighs, and the sudden appearance of Tomas' ass was just too much.  He had
to dress quickly, too.

They laughed about it later.  They soon discovered that they could, in
fact, get used to each other with all the other boys present, and, with
only rare exceptions, their boners were under control.

They soon discovered, also, that their eighth grade activities cut into
their time together.  Of course, they had not expected to be together as
often as they had been during the summer.  But Tomas' football and
basketball practices took a lot of his time.  And Richard's new job as
accompanist to the school chorus -- as well as his regular piano lessons
and practicing -- filled much of his time.  Tomas, also, continued to work
at the grocery store, arranging his hours around his school schedule.

As a result, they planned their time together carefully.  Tomas wasn't that
good at football, and he didn't care for it like he did basketball, so he
soon just dropped off the team.  Later, all the basketball games would be
on Thursday nights (so they didn't conflict with high school games on the
weekends).  That let scattered hours here and there throughout the week --
and the weekends.  They studied together when they could, and they had to
focus on their studies, though they managed to get some jacking off and
sucking in, too.

But weekends were different.  Friday nights were almost always a sleepover
at one house or the other.  If not Friday, then Saturday.  And Sunday
afternoons were free, too.

Their regular lockers were right next to each other.  One afternoon, after
the last class, they met briefly before Richard had to get to chorus
rehearsal.  Other than extra-curricular activities, the school usually
emptied pretty quickly.

"How about a piss?" Richard whispered as Tomas opened his locker.

Tomas grinned and nodded slightly.  They had done this once before, so he
let Richard wander down a deserted hallway to a restroom in a part of the
building no one was using.  Then he followed.

He entered the restroom to find Richard standing at a urinal, his dick out.
They were alone, so Richard stepped back just half a step.  Tomas stood at
the urinal next to him, pulled his dick out, and nodded.  They pissed at
the same time.  Then they began to stroke, and both were hard immediately.
Each wanted to reach for the other's dick, but they had agreed that was way
too dangerous; if someone should walk in, there just wouldn't be enough
time to pull away from each other.  So each stroked himself.  They watched
each other.  Their cocks each began to drip a little precum, and then, with
a little grunt, Richard shot into the urinal.  Tomas shot next.  They
washed their hands at the sinks as they tried to hide their grins.

Gym classes came to be a little more fun, however.  Tomas, as a member of
the eighth grade team, was expected to spent some of his time in class
helping some of the others, especially the seventh graders.  The teacher
assigned Tomas to one of the ropes they were supposed to climb once.  He
led some of the seventh graders on one side of the gym in some sit-up,
push-ups, and other exercises.  He put him in charge of two of the teams in
an impromptu race out on the track one day.

And Tomas didn't mind looking at, and occasionally touching, seventh grade
boys.  Occasionally, especially as they watched him stretch or do a deep
knee bend, Tomas could spot a small stiffie, despite the jock straps they
were supposed to wear.  He realized he was showing off for the younger boys
and, maybe, turning some of them on.  At least, that's how Richard teased
him.

The first concert for which Richard was to play was in November.  Tomas and
his mother attended.  The music director had been insisting that Richard
play a piece himself.  She wanted him to play something classical, to show
off his talents.  Richard insisted it was "Maple Street Rag" or nothing.
He got a standing ovation.

One Saturday evening Tomas was eating with the Roths.  Davy was spending
the night with his friend Roger.  The boys had asked him if he and Roger
played during their sleepovers, and Davy had given them a big grin.

After dinner, Richard had to spend one hour at the piano; he was one hour
short of his weekly requirement.  Tomas sat and listened.  Then the boys
went upstairs to Richard's room.

They stripped to their briefs and lay on their bellies to watch a movie,
but they had both seen it.  And each was more interested in the warm body
next to him than a movie.  They wiggled closer together and then lay fully
stretched out.

"You know what I wish?" Tomas asked.

"What?"

"I wish I could suck a teenager's dick.  I mean, a real teenager.  Not just
a boy, you know?  A kid?  I mean a real teenager."

Richard had turned thirteen just three days before.

Richard laughed and turned himself around, lying on his pillow.  He pulled
his briefs off, and his hard dick sprang out.  "Does that look like a
thirteen-year-old dick to you?"

"That looks like the perfect thirteen-year-old dick," Tomas grinned.  He
lay his head on Richard's thigh and ran his fingers lightly over Richard's
cock.  He breathed in the scent, and he watched Richard's pubic hairs --
darker and somewhat thicker now; they moved as he exhaled.  He turned his
face to the new teenager's balls and licked at them.  He rolled his tongue
around the ballsac, then he used his tongue to lift it slightly.

Richard had to suppress a giggle.  The new hairs on his balls were just
long enough to tickle a bit when Tomas played with them; Tomas knew that,
of course.  Richard felt the warm tongue circle his balls again and lick
beside his ballsac, in the cleft next to his thigh.  He felt his ball there
kissed, then sucked gently.  He sighed and spread his legs more.  He loved
to feel Tomas' mouth on him.

Tomas nestled his face into Richard's sex.  He inhaled again.  He'd never
been drunk, but he wondered if this light-headed feeling were anything like
it.  The scent of his boyfriend in heat jolted his brain, making his hard
cock throb.  He licked.  He placed his lips at Richard's peelips and sucked
lightly at the precum he was given.  Then he opened his mouth and slid it
over the heat and slickness of Richard's cockhead.

Richard whimpered.  He wasn't hesitant anymore to sound like a child around
his lover; he felt free to express any emotion in any way he liked.  He was
Richard, fully Richard, now.  Perhaps he was Richard for the first time in
his life.  No longer the angry but fearful outsider. No longer the lonely
but beligerent boy ready to attack anyone who came too close.  He was
Richard.  He was The-Dick-in-Love.

Tomas sucked gently as he lowered himself onto Richard's dick, but the
fingers of both hands moved a light but rapid tattoo against the soft skin
of Richard's ballsac, almost bouncing off the balls they met.  Richard
groaned.  Tomas stroked his tongue along the thick tube under the cock in
his mouth.

"Oooooo Tomasssss..."  Richard began to writhe in need under him, his groin
moving erratically as he quivered inside.  His gut tightened, then
blossomed as he fed his lover.  He moaned loudly as the first rush of his
cream left his cock and filled Tomas; then he moaned as though he were in
pain as his second shot burst from him.  Small whimpers of pleasure
accented each lesser shot of cum, and he almost purred in pleasure as his
dick oozed the last of it into Tomas' mouth.

Tomas lay beside him for a moment, then he turned and brushed his lips
across Richard's.  As Richard''s lips parted, Richard tasted the first of
his own warm cream which Tomas had saved for him.  The salty, tangy cum
slowly fell to Richard's lips and tongue as Tomas raised a bit.  He had
saved almost every drop Richard had given him, and he let it fall slowly,
watching it travel the several inches between his lips and Richard's
tongue.  Feeding what he had been fed...  Offering what he had been
given...  The rich, creamy seed returned to the boy from whom it had been
taken...

When his mouth was almost emptied, Tomas lowered his lips to Richard's, and
their tongues met.  Their mouths, newly filled with the taste of sex, were
slowly explored, probed, washed.  Then, with the smell of their sex on
their breath, they relaxed on the bed.  Tomas felt, rather than heard,
Richard's tears, and he turned the younger boy into himself and held him.

"I love you so much," Richard finally said.

Tomas could feel the lips moved against his chest, the warm breath against
his skin.  He held Richard and rocked him.  "I love you, my Richard."

They lay quietly for a long time, and the house settled into the night,
Richard's parents having gone to bed.  The boys moved now and then,
touching, petting, placing small kisses on whatever skin was nearby.  They
breathed together.

Without speaking a word, Richard slipped away from Tomas, letting Tomas lie
fully on his stomach.  Richard stroked the older boy's back and thighs for
a few moments.  Then he climbed on his back, lying with his weight full on
Tomas and his hard dick pressed tightly against the cleft of the round
globes of ass beneath it.

Richard moved, just a bit.  His cock, trapped between Tomas' ass and
Richard's own balls and thighs, moved with him.  Richard moved his hands
underneath Tomas' chest and found his nipples.  With each movement of his
cock, he circled the little knobs of flesh at his fingers.  He continued,
torturing both himself and Tomas, and he could feel the wetness spread as
he leaked precum on the ass beneath him.

Finally, neither boy could take much more.  Richard slid down until his
face was at the ass he loved.  He licked at it, pressing his tongue down
along the crack, tasting his own precum.  He licked back up, this time
pressing his tongue inward.  The warm, damp crack opened for him.  His face
pressed in until he was there.  His own precum has made the place slick,
smooth.  His tongue was at the little circle that holds a boy closed.
Richard inhaled.  It was Tomas.  It was his Tomas, his Tomas to touch, his
Tomas to taste, his Tomas to smell... his Tomas to enter.

His tongue ate at the entrance.  There was more moisture, not his own.  He
moved it into his mouth then placed his tongue back at the source.  He
licked around the little circle and pressed teasingly at it.  Though he
couldn't see a thing, he envisioned in his mind the dark circle, the
puckered skin, the dot of a hole.  He pointed his tongue and entered.  This
was the place, he thought to himself.  The place forbidden except for those
daring enough to go there.  The place where the beauty of Tomas -- the
beauty everyone sees in class and in the gym -- is unlocked to free the
passion of Tomas, a kind of wild sexuality that few would suspect is hiding
in a fifteen-year-old boy.

Tomas welcomed him with a sigh.  His little ring parted slightly, and
Richard's tongue went inside the forbidden place, probing what must always
be left untouched, opening silky skin that should never be discovered,
tasting the delight that is supposed to be unknown, inhaling the scent of a
boy, eating the boy, loving the boy...

It seemed to Tomas that Richard must surely be eating him from the inside
now, that he was tasting the depths of him, that his lover was buried so
deeply in him he could close his ass and forever carry that tongue, those
lips, with him...

Tomas' ass was vacated only long enough for Richard to place his hot, wet,
cockhead there.  He pressed at the place his tongue had teased and
prepared, and he slowly entered.  He heard Tomas groan at the new presence
of the strong, hot muscle demanding that he open... Or perhaps that was
Richard's own groan.

Both boys gasped as Tomas' ring was shoved aside, and Richard's
now-thirteen-year-old cockhead claimed the entrance as its own place, the
place where it belonged.  And Richard lowered himself, deeply, into the
place, his place inside...

When he was fully buried in Tomas, Richard lay again completely on Tomas'
back, just as he had only moments ago.  But this time they were linked.
The cock that had become so discontent and demanding when it lay along the
outside of Tomas' crack was now buried deeply inside, transmitting the heat
of Richard's body into the very interior of Tomas.

They lay still for a short while.  They were linked as only two boys can be
linked.  Two young bodies, two boys barely teens, linked in the excitement,
the pleasure, the satisfaction they loved.  Two young lovers in a forbidden
embrace, holding intimately to each other as their needs grew to a peak.

They started so slowly it was hardly noticeable.  The cockhead inside
throbbed once, twice, and then it pulled just a millimeter.  And pressed in
again.  Just that simple movement, and Richard's heart was pounding with
excitement.  He fucked very gently, very slowly for a while, enjoying the
moans from the boy beneath him, the moans that sang of impossible pleasure,
the moans that demanded yet more and more.

What began slowly increased slowly.  Within minutes they were fucking into
each other completely, Tomas pulling himself downward and pushing himself
back to match Richard's rhythm.  The pace had increased, and so had the
demand of both bodies.  But the Tomas had taught Richard well, and both
boys resisted the urge to fuck rapidly to a conclusion.  They tortured
their own bodies.  They teased their own needs as they drew out the
pleasure, controling themselves until... finally...

"ARrrrrrrrrrrr..." Richard tensed once, and then he dropped heavily onto
and into Tomas; his prostate clenched almost painfully as his dick plowed
deeply into the dark place.  His cock shot a short rope of cum into those
depths of Tomas, which was immediately followed by another, and then
another.  Richard plowed his dick into Tomas again and again as he emptied
himself.  "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

Their actions had been so intense their muscles hurt.  Their breath came
with deep rasps.  They were both covered with sweat.  And when Richard saw
Tomas begin to smile, Richard smiled.  Then they grinned.  Then they
laughed and giggled as they hugged and rolled together in the bed.

"Quick shower before another round?" Richard grinned.

"Damn.  I had no idea I was creating a sex monster."  Tomas tweaked
Richard's nipple.

"You didn't create him; you just woke him up," Richard laughed.

The two went into the bathroom to shower quickly.  They wound up ending
their showers with deep, long kisses, but they toweled quickly and went
back to the bed and the rest of the night.

One fall afternoon, they stood next to their bikes at the end of the block.

"I really want you to meet him," Tomas said.

"I can't believe..." Richard looked around him.  There was no one in sight,
but he lowered his voice, anyway.  "I can't believe you... I mean, I
believe you.  But... you and this guy, when you were seven?  Wow."

Tomas smiled.  "He was teaching me to read.  I was a terrible student until
he started to tutor me.  A couple of years later, and I got straight A's.
And, like I said, I learned to love him, too."  He paused.  "I would never
tell anyone else about this, Richard.  They'd think it was... something
terrible.  It wasn't.  It was something wonderful.  And I want you to meet
him."

They mounted their bikes again and then stopped before the house.  They
walked up to the door, and Tomas rang the bell.  A moment later the door
was opened.

"Tomas!"  Chuck opened the door and invited them in.

"Want you to meet somebody," Tomas grinned.  He made the introductions as
the boys sat on the couch.  Chuck sat opposite them.

"You... you're the librarian," Richard said.  He'd recognized him
immediately.

"Yes," Chuck smiled.  "I've seen you there many times."

"I've told him, Chuck," Tomas explained.  "It's okay.  He's the boy I told
you about.  I... I just wanted you to meet him."

Chuck smiled.  "I thought perhaps he was," he said.  "I've seen you two
together at the library enough to suspect it.  I'm very happy for you both.
I really am."

"We love each other, Chuck.  You said it can last a lifetime.  I think
maybe it will," Tomas said.  He reached for Richard's hand next to him.

"Yes, it can," Chuck agreed.

"I know we're just... kids, Chuck.  But, the way we feel... it's more than
friends.  More than boyfriends."

"You don't need to explain to me, boys," Chuck.  "I understand.  I want you
to know that I think you're very lucky boys.  Some boys find their special
friends in school, friends they can enjoy the way they like to.  That's
wonderful, but it's no more than that.  A special, secret friendship.
Others, like you two... Well, something deeper happens.  Something you
instinctively know will last longer."

There was a small sound from the other room, and a little face appeared at
the dining room door.

"Come on in, Cole.  I'd like you to meet a couple of my friends."  Chuck
motioned for the boy to come to him.  Cole was a cute little blond, about
eight.  He was carrying a school reading book.

Tomas was immediately embarrassed.  "I'm sorry, Chuck.  I didn't
realize... I mean, I should have called..."

"No, no.  It's quite all right," Chuck smiled.  "Cole and I are just going
over some of his homework.  All boys can use a little help with their
homework now and then.  Right, Cole?"

Cole smiled at them shyly.

They talked for only a few more minutes, and then Tomas said they would
leave.

"I'm very glad you stopped in, Tomas.  I watch you on the court, and we get
to nod "hi" now and then at the library, but it was very nice of you to
stop in.  And, Richard," Chuck said, "I'm glad I could meet you."

Without a moment of hesitation, Tomas embraced the older man and kissed his
cheek.  Chuck smiled and returned the kiss.

"And may I get a kiss from you, Richard?" Chuck asked.

Now it was Richard's turn to be a little shy, but he accepted the man's
embrace, felt his warm lips on his cheek, and returned the kiss.

They left Chuck's house and walked their bikes for a while without
speaking.

Finally, Richard said, "I really need to get home now, Tomas.  Listen...
Thanks, Tomas, for letting me meet him.  You must love him a lot."

"I do," Tomas said.  "But not like I love you."  He grinned.  "I love Chuck
like an old friend.  But I love The Dick like... well, like I can't love
anybody else."

Richard decided it was not a good idea to shed tears outside on the street,
so he mounted his bike and rode quickly.  Sometimes the wind stings your
eyes, he thought.  And it's okay if your eyes are a little wet.

Tomas' picture was on the sports page of the local paper one evening during
the winter.  The photographer had been covering the middle school game and
had captured Tomas in the air as he caught a rebound.  Richard embarrassed
Tomas by printing a copy and framing it for him, but Richard insisted that
Tomas hang it on his wall at home. "You're beautiful," Richard grinned.

The guys at school, especially those on the team, razzed Tomas about the
picture.  The middle school team didn't get a lot of pictures in the paper.
Several girls brought him copies they had cut out of the paper for him.
During their gym class, Tomas caught a lot of the glances he was getting,
especially from the younger seventh graders.  He tended to forget,
sometimes, that he looked a lot older than other boys in school.

"You know some of those guys dream about you," Richard said to him one
evening when they were studying at Tomas' house.

"Sure," Richard said, when Tomas shook his head.  "Sure.  There have to be
a few of them.  Jacking off, maybe not even able to shoot yet.  But you're
the most gorgeous hunk in school.  Why wouldn't they dream about you?"  He
ducked and laughed when Tomas threw a magazine at him.

A little later, their homework done, Richard was sitting on the edge of
Tomas' bed, his pants and briefs around his ankles and his dick in Tomas'
hands.  "Sure," he continued, as though the conversation hadn't ended in
the other room.  "I dreamed about you all the time.  Why shouldn't some
horny kid dream about you..."  He fell back onto the bed as Tomas began to
lick his cock.

"They see you in gym class," Richard mumbled dreamily, "running outside
with your shirt off...  in the shower, suds running all over you...
jumping for a shot at a game..."  He groaned as Tomas sucked his dickhead
into his mouth.  "Bet there's some little seventh grader home on his bed
right now... jerking his dick... wishing it was you... thinking of
you... wanting to cum with you..."

He moaned loudly as Tomas sucked only his cockhead while he ran his fingers
up and down his shaft.

"Lots of dicks right now...  hard little ones, hard big ones... no hair,
lots of hair...  naked boys, hard dicks...  sexy boys stroking...  all
thinking of Tomas...  sexy Tomas...  cumming with Tomas...  so
beautiful... oh, so... beautiful... Tomasssss..."

He gasped as he came the first time.  Tomas slowed his fingers and his
tongue, letting Richard's cock spew out its cream at its own pace.

Richard felt his shoes pulled off, his pants and briefs pulled off.  But
the mouth never left his dick.  He was oozing.  He moaned.  His little lips
were so sensitive, his whole cockhead...  The tongue around it stopped a
moment, then moved slowly, licking every taste.  Tomas resumed sucking, but
gently.

Richard sighed.  How he loved the boy at his dick!  He!  He!  They could
all dream about him, jack off while they dreamed about him, jack and
fingerfuck themselves crazy while they dreamed about him!  But he -- he! --
he, Richard loved him, made love to him, was loved by him...

The mouth on his dick sucked the entire thing in again, and Richard winced
a little.  He was always so tender after he'd cum.  But the tongue loved
him, loved his dick, caressed it inside the mouth, tasted him and loved him
all over...  Around and around, consuming his dick, washing it, loving
it...  Lips circled, pulled upward, mouth sucking, sucking more, sucking
the dick it had just emptied...  Richard moaned again.  He would have to
tell Tomas to stop -- he just couldn't take any more -- but he didn't want
to.

Wanted Tomas to eat him...  swallow his dick...  oh, god, he was sucking
more, the tongue all over his tender cockhead...  No, no, can't take it any
more no more sucking take it all suck it all ooooooo god can't any more...
sucking meeee... oooooo noooo has to stop has to can't...  sucking
ooooooooo...

Richard gagged on the sound in his throat when he came again.  One long,
hard shot...  Then he wilted completely.  Tomas dropped his dick and kissed
his thigh.

Richard wanted to cry, but all he could do was whimper.