Date: Thu, 15 May 2008 23:01:42 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 13  (t/t/b/b   oral anal)

This story is completely fiction. It describes the relationships among
boys, young teens 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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NOTE: This series will conclude with Chapter 15.



TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 13 (t/t/b/b oral anal)



The spring concert by the chorus was a great success, and Richard's
performance of Chopin's Waltz No. 1 and a medley of Cole Porter's tunes
were highlights. Tomas closed his eyes during the waltz and pictured the
two of them during one of Richard's practices. Richard had recorded it so
he could critique his technique. He had suddenly turned to Tomas and asked
him to dance. Neither boy was really a dancer, but they enjoyed the slow,
rhythmic movements as they held each other. Their waltz ended with a long,
deep kiss.

That concert was the first of a series of four, the rest presented in
different schools around the county. The climax of the season was the music
contest to be held in a town over 90 miles away. The chorus would sing four
times, if they were rated highly enough to proceed to successive
levels. And Richard would perform solo in the piano category. He wanted to
do very well.

They would all stay overnight there, since the music contest was a two-day
event. Rooms had been reserved at a motel. Tomas teased Richard about
sleeping in a room with three other boys and suggested ways he might seduce
them. Richard laughed.  When Richard got back from the contest Tomas asked
him about the motel, and Richard said that everybody behaved.  "Except The
Dick," he added with a grin.  "I jacked off in the shower."

He also got a First for his performance, the highest you could get.

"And you missed that chance for a little sex in the motel, huh?" Tomas
teased him.  "And jacking off in the shower doesn't count; you'd do that
anyway."

They were working on a history assignment, seated at the kitchen table at
Tomas' house.

Richard moved his book aside.  "Tomas," he started.  "Tomas, would you be
mad at me if... if I had done something with them?  The guys?"

"Mad?  Of course not," Tomas answered.  "Hey," he grinned, "you're a sexy
guy.  If you want to suck another dick or two, well... hell, The Dick is
horny all the time, right?"

But Richard wasn't smiling.

"Look, Richard.  You love me, don't you?"  Richard nodded.  "And I know
that," Tomas continued.  "Guys get horny sometimes, and... you know, if
something happens... Well, I know you love me, Richard.  And that's what's
important to me."

Richard came around the table, and Tomas met him with a hug.  "I'll always
love you," Richard said as he pressed his face into Tomas' shoulder.  "No
matter what.  Always."

They kissed briefly, but Tomas pulled away after a moment.  "We can't, not
right now.  This test.  First thing in the morning.  And we've got to get
ready for it."

So they sat back down and went back to work.

Spring wasn't the time for music contests only; it was also the end of the
basketball season, and Springfield Middle School was a real contender for
the regional title this year.  Richard had attended every one of the home
games and most of the away games, and he knew basketball practice was as
important to Tomas as piano practice was to him.  "You're good," he said to
Tomas once, "and if you're going to stay good you have to practice."  As
tournament time approached Tomas and Richard spent less time together.

The regional championship game was played at a middle school several
counties away, and Springfield took several busses of students.  Davy
wanted to go, too, but neither of the Roths could take him.  Richard
brought him onto the school bus at the last minute.  Although only students
were allowed to ride; he talked the driver into letting his brother come
along.

It was an exciting game with a large and noisy crowd.  At halftime the
opponents were ahead, though not by much.  And the score in the second half
kept seesawing back and forth.  Tomas played the entire half, making two
baskets, but it seemed that each time Springfield scored the opponents did,
too.  In the last seconds, Springfield had the ball; in fact, it was Tomas
who had the ball.  He saw there was no way he was going to be allowed close
to the basket, so he faked a couple of turns and tossed the ball to a team
mate who was free.  The ball slipped through the net just before the buzzer
sounded.

The crowd erupted in cheers, although it was obvious the Springfield people
were the happier ones there.  As people yelled and jumped around them, Davy
pulled at Richard's sleeve.  "It would have been cool if Tomas had made
that basket," he said.

"It was cool," Richard said.  "He knew he couldn't make it, so he tossed
the ball to someone who could.  We won because Tomas helped somebody else
make the basket.  That's what's cool."

Davy looked at Richard a second, and then he smiled.  "I get it," he said.

The Springfield fans poured out onto the floor and mingled with the
players.  Davy ran to Tomas and jumped up onto him for a big hug.  "We won!
We won!" he yelled into the teen's ear.  "And you were cool, Tomas; you
were!"

Richard shared the hug briefly -- in such moments of celebration, boys are
allowed to hug a little -- but soon they had to get back to their bus.  The
team would have a little celebration at a local pizza parlor when they got
back to Springfield, but Tomas would spend the night at Richard's.

It was late when Tomas pulled his bike into the Roth's yard, but Richard
and Davy were waiting for him.  They went right up to Richard's room, where
they resumed the hug.  Tomas told them about all the excitement in the
locker room and on the bus.

"You're why we won," Davy said to Tomas, forgetting for just a moment that
he wasn't in middle school himself.  "If you hadn't thrown the ball to the
guy under the basket, the buzzer would have buzzed, and we would have
lost!"  Davy was obviously pleased that he could show Tomas he understood.

Tomas grinned and brushed his hand through Davy's hair as the boy hugged
him.

"Hey," Davy said when he pulled back.  "You guys are going to let me... you
know..."  He nodded toward Richard's bed.

Richard laughed.  "This little guy must be the horniest ten-year-old in the
world," he said to Tomas.

"Then aren't we the lucky ones!" Tomas said.  He pulled Davy onto the bed
with him and began to wrestle as he pulled the younger boy's clothes off.

Richard joined them after pulling off everything but his briefs, but Davy
pulled them down as soon as Richard got onto the bed.

"I got your dick!  I got your dick!" Davy laughed.  He fastened his hand
around The Dick and wouldn't let go.

Richard couldn't stop giggling, but his cock remained hard for his little
brother.  In another minute, all three boys were naked, each playing with
another's dick.

"You're growing," Tomas said as he stroked Davy's cock.  He teased the
little dickhead with his thumb, toying with the tiny lips.  He moved his
face close enough that he could smell the scent of the ten-year-old, the
collection of moisture from the excitement of the game and the ride home --
and the play on the bed.  He slipped Davy's dickhead into his mouth.

Richard smiled at the sight of his boyfriend sucking his brother.  Tomas'
darker complexion contrasted with the ten-year-old's pale skin.  The teen's
build, his muscles and curves, made Davy look even younger than he was.
And, Richard thought, I love them both.  My cute little brother.  And my
beautiful boyfriend.  He leaned down to suck on Tomas' hard cockhead as his
finger found his brother's asshole.

The two older boys pleasured little Davy for a while until the boy was
moaning.  His slender hips bucked irregularly as his boy's dick was eaten
by the teen and his little hole was teased by his brother.

Davy gripped Tomas' arm and held it tightly.  "Please..." he said to the
older teen.  "Please, Tomas... fuck me..."

Tomas had fucked the boy only once before.  Richard, smaller than Tomas,
had little difficulty now in entering his brother's ass, but the one time
Tomas had fucked him had required a great deal of preparation and patience.
And it had still hurt more than Davy had allowed them to know.

"You're sure?" Tomas asked.  He kissed the boy's smooth balls.

"Please, Tomas..."

"Eat his ass, Richard," Tomas said.  "Get him ready.  Go slow and easy."

They turned the boy around on his back so his legs could lie on Richard's
shoulders as Richard knelt on the bed.  Tomas placed a pillow under the
little boy's back.  Davy then let his legs open wide, splayed on either
side, and Richard held his hips up as he lowered his face to his brother's
ass.  The little dick was hard and pointing away from him, but Richard
focused on the center of the ass and the little hole pulsing there.

He licked once, and Davy moaned.  Richard loved the feel of the smooth
skin, the warmth, and smell of his brother.  He opened his mouth completely
so his tongue would wash over and over, around and around, tasting it all.
Davy was so smooth, silky smooth, soft, warm.  Now and then Richard would
poke his tongue at the center of Davy's entrance, so puckered and tight, so
pink.  Davy tasted like the excitement of the whole evening, like the eager
boy who wanted to give his thirteen-year-old brother everything he had.

Tomas bent over the boy's smooth chest to lick at his tiny pink nipples.
He raked his tongue roughly over one of them, and it reacted by hardening a
bit.  Davy moaned -- whether in reaction to Tomas' tongue or Richard's,
Tomas didn't know.  He pursed his lips and suckled at the little boy's
nipple for a while.  He closed his eyes and imagined a ten-year-old's
sexuality being sucked into his own teen body -- a desire for sex, a need
for it, an excitement about it, the wonder of new pleasures continually
being discovered, the eagerness in sharing sex with someone who knows how
to please a boy...

Tomas raised his hand to the hard little dick above his head.  He couldn't
see it as he sucked on the nipple, but he let his fingers trace around the
small dickhead.  His fingers toyed with it, traced the ridge of the little
crown, caressed the think shaft.  With Davy's dick still in his hand, Tomas
moved his mouth to cover Davy's mouth, and the little boy opened
immediately to accept the invasion of Tomas' tongue.  Tomas kissed the
small mouth deeply, washing his tongue over the smooth sides of it and
licking against the roughness of the ten-year-old tongue eagerly meeting
his own.

Tomas felt Richard squeeze his shoulder and looked up at his boyfriend's
smile.  That meant Davy was ready, that he'd been prepared and lubed as
well as his brother could manage.  He and Richard traded places, and it
took a moment for Davy to be re-arranged in the same position, but with the
little boy's brother at his face and chest and with Tomas holding his ass
up to his mouth.

Tomas inhaled.  Davy has no idea how sweet his sex smells, he thought to
himself.  Ten years, but so much to learn.  Tomas smiled inwardly at the
memory of himself at ten years, his own naivete and his own eagerness.  He
lowered his face to the boy's exposed entrance and kissed lightly on either
side of the smooth cheeks.  The little pink target pulsed for him.  He
raised himself up slightly and lay his hard, lubed cockhead at Davy's hole.

Ten-year-old boys who know the pleasure other boys can bring them are
usually eager for it all.  And Davy was.  Nevertheless, his body reacted to
the touch of a hard, hot knob by tightening the opening into which no one
was supposed to go.  Tomas leaned over and kissed the little balls and
licked at them a moment, and then he pressed his cockhead inward a bit.

Davy groaned, but not because he hurt.  He groaned because he was in need.
He knew the wonderful fullness he could experience when his brother was
inside him, and he remembered well the larger cock with which the
fifteen-year-old Tomas had fucked him.  He loved both, but at the moment
his body was resisting.  He remember what Tomas had told him about relaxing
his muscle back there, breathing slowly and deeply.  Richard nuzzled his
face at Davy's neck and gave him little kisses.  Davy felt so loved, so
very... loved.

Tomas actually felt the tiny ring relax slightly, and he responded by
pressing his cockhead into the newly-exposed flesh.  He kept moving slowly
but steadily until a moan from Davy cautioned him to stop a moment.  After
waiting, he pushed his cockhead again, and Davy's little sphincter snapped
around the crown of the invading cock and grasped it tightly.

"Oh!"  Davy gave one startled cry, and there was the sound of hurt in it.
But it was not something he hadn't expected.  He knew what wonderful
sensations would be his in only a few moments.

Richard moved his face to the upside-down hairless pubis of his brother and
kissed him there.  He took the hard little dick into his mouth and sucked
lightly, his face only inches from the hard, wet cock invading his brother.
Richard's fingers massaged Davy's belly.  Davy began to breath more deeply
and regularly.

Tomas slid inward a little more.  There was a loud sigh from the young boy,
but Tomas knew he could continue.  His dick, much thicker than Richard's,
was slowly pushing aside the walls of the young tunnel he was entering,
slowly moving past the velvety smooth tissue, slowly moving down into the
young body...

"Ahhhhhh..."  And this time Davy sighed the satisfaction of a boy who is
filled.

Now Tomas began to fuck, each movement downward pressing just a little
farther than the one before it.  Each time his teen cock fucked into the
boy it was more completely accepted.  Soon his fucks buried all
five-and-a-half inches inside Davy.  Tomas couldn't lean in well enough to
continue to fuck so deeply, so he put his hands on Davy's hips and pulled
the boy up as he fucked downward.  And now Tomas was groaning, too.  It
seemed that the small body below him was doing the fucking.  Raising up to
suck itself onto his cock, to completely swallow his dick, to slide so
sensously along the shaft and upward...  Tomas pressed his cock downward,
pulled the hips upward...

Davy was making one, long continuous sound.  It would begin as a gasp when
he inhaled, and then a surprisingly deep growl would be forced from his
throat.  That would fade quickly into a higher, tighter whine, and that
would end with an even higher soprano whimper from his lips.
Unconsciously, he made his sounds in rhythm with Tomas' fucking of him.  As
Tomas pulled his cock up, Davy would gasp for a deep breath; as Tomas
fucked downward, Davy produced his growl/whine/whimper of pleasure.  The
little boy's sounds sent shivers up the spine of the teen fucking him.

And beneath the sounds of the boy being fucked were the increasingly rapid
sounds of Tomas' groin slapping the boy's ass.

Soon Davy's young growl lasted longer, and then it became the only sound he
made as the slap-slap became louder.  And then a softer growl joined it as
Tomas' mouth opened involuntarily to sound his own deep satisfaction.

Fucking.  So tight.  So slick inside.  Hot.  So wet.  Davy loving it.  So
very tight.  Only half of Tomas' brain was aware that he had passed the
point of no return.  Inside, his teen nut had become impossibly hard; his
balls were drawn up against him until they almost entered his body.  He
tensed inside and knew, only a split second before it happened, that he
would fill the boy.

"Ooooo yaaaaaaaaaaa..."  Tomas shoved his cock in as deeply as he could,
froze for just a second, and then pumped fast and hard.  He rode the boy's
ass, pounding into it, as he filled it over and over again with his teen
seed, forcing more and more of his cream into the tightness.  Finally his
body shuddered one last time, and the little lips of his cock burned
slightly as the last of his cum oozed into little Davy.

His body protesting every move, Tomas pulled up out of the little ass and
collapsed on the bed, letting Davy's legs fall to the bed.  Their heads
were right next to each other, but they might as well have been in
different worlds for a moment as each recovered.

Richard lay with his face at his brother's little ass and rolled him so he
was lying on one hip.  Just as Tomas kissed Davy on the cheek, Richard
began to lick and suck the juices from his brother's ass.

Tomas moved to put his arm around the boy's shoulder and held him to his
chest.  He moved his lips through Davy's soft hair.  I love this little
boy, too, he thought.

Aloud, he said, "Davy, you are so sweet.  I love you, you know."

Davy kissed Tomas' chest into which his face was being held.  "I know," was
all he could say.

They lay that way for a while, Richard licking and sucking at Davy's ass.

Finally, Tomas whispered, "Richard, you won't believe this.  Davy's fallen
asleep."

Richard turned around and lay his head on a pillow next to his brother's.
"He did!"  Richard laughed quietly.  "He fell asleep while I was cleaning
his ass!"

"He was tired," Tomas smiled.  "Long day for a little kid."

"But he sure ended it happy," Richard grinned.

"You know..." Tomas started.  "You know, Richard, I love this little guy,
too."

"I know," Richard said.  He waited a moment, then he added, "I'm glad."

Tomas picked Davy up off the bed and, with Richard opening the doors for
him, carried him into his own bedroom.  He lay the sleeping boy on the bed,
and Richard pulled the sheet up over him.  Richard kissed his brother on
his cheek first, then Tomas did the same.

The older boys went back to Richard's room and got into bed.  Richard put
his arm around Tomas' shoulders, and Tomas lay his head on his boyfriend's
chest, listening to his heartbeat.  They were quiet for a while, Richard
stroking Tomas' hair.

"You were so beautiful out there," Richard said finally.  He was thinking
about the ball game again.  "So fast.  So... powerful.  You got covered
with sweat for a while, and your shoulders just gleamed, like there was a
spotlight on you.  Tomas, I was so proud of you.  I wanted to stand up and
yell, 'That georgeous guy is the guy I love!'  I almost wish I had."

"Yeah," Tomas said as he moved to kiss Richard's pubic mound.  He rubbed
his lips through the little bush of hair that had begun to appear there.
"And gotten us both thrown out."

Richard sucked in his breath as he felt his dick suddenly engulfed by the
warmth of Tomas' mouth.  "Mmmmmm... Oh, yeaa... But, Tomas, sometimes I
just want everybody to know how wonderful I feel..."

"When your dick is being sucked?" Tomas offered, speaking with his mouth
full.

"No, asshole," Richard laughed, and he slapped the back of Tomas' head.
"In my heart," he said, suddenly sobered.  Then he repeated, more quietly,
"in my heart."

Tomas turned and threw both arms around him, pulling Richard to himself
tightly.  "My heart feels the same way," he whispered fiercely into
Richard's ear.  "The same way!  Oh, god, I love you so much."

They kissed slowly, then Tomas kissed the tears on Richard's cheeks.

"Now, where was I?" Tomas asked.

"If I remember right, I think you were eating The Dick," Richard grinned.

"Ah, yes.  How could I forget?"  And Tomas went down again to Richard's
hard dick.

He took the head into his mouth, tasting the smooth precum Richard had
produced for him.  His fingers rolled Richard's balls as he sucked the dick
in more deeply.  His tongue replaced the fingers on Richard's balls --
still smooth and completely hairless -- and his fingers moved down and in
until he was massaging Richard's opening.  Richard sighed deeply and turned
onto his side so he was facing Tomas' body.  Tomas knew how to read his
lover, and he turned so they could suck each other.

They knew how to spend a long time in a 69 session, and they both loved it.
They both loved to inhale the wonderful scent, finger the curves of smooth
skin, lick at cockhead, balls, shaft, and all the flesh they could reach.
Their fingers wandered over each other, and their mouths fed on their sex.

Tomas rolled away and groaned of the need that had been building in him.
"Awwww... fuck me, Richard.  I need The Dick.  Awwwww... I need The
Dick..."

He got on all fours, and Richard knelt behind him, bending down to feast at
his boyfriend's ass.  He kissed the warm skin and licked into the crack.
Tomas moaned in need.  Richard stuck his tongue out as far as he could and
lapped at the pucker rapidly.  Then he kissed it, pursed his lips and
sucked at it.  He pointed his tongue, and Tomas' body opened for him,
welcomed him.  He licked into that dark place, that deep place, that
mysterious place of pleasure; he licked and tasted, tasted and licked,
until his own need throbbed in his cock almost painfully.

He quickly rubbed a little lube on himself, then positioned himself, then
slowly entered.

"Ahhhhhhhhh..."  Tomas' almost cood in pleasure.

Richard paused a moment when his cockhead was fully grasped by Tomas' ring,
then he pushed himself inside, steadily, deeply.  And now the sounds of
pleasure were his own.  How he loved to be held like that!  How he loved to
know Tomas was grasping his dick so tightly!  How he loved the heat he
could feel only here, inside!  The smooth walls, the moisture...

And he fucked.  He went slowly, but when Tomas had found his rhythm and
began to fuck backward onto him, he began to move a little faster.  Tomas
kept pace.  Dick fucking ass.  Ass fucking dick.  Boy into boy.  Boy onto
boy.  They fucked in utter satisfaction, as only lovers who know each other
well can do.  A fifteen-year-old and a thirteen-year-old, and they knew
each other's bodies.  They knew each other's needs.

Then a fierce passion gripped Richard, and he began to genuinely pound the
ass in front of him.  "Fuck, yes!  Fuck you, jock!
In... your... ass... beautiful... oh fuck... my hunk my lover mine my
Tomas..."  His voice became hoarse, and he began to chant...

"MY TOMAS... fuck... love you... fuck ass... fuck... beautiful ass... o god
yesssss..."  He suddenly threw himself into Tomas hard; his groin smacked
the older teen's ass loudly.  "AAAAaaaaa..."  Richard bucked in and out of
Tomas so fast all Tomas could do was stay absolutely steady for him.
Richard came with one long blast, then a shorter one.  But he continued to
pump into Tomas, his cock as rigid as ever, and another long, hard shot
blasted from his cock into the dark hole, then again, again...

Tomas felt the hard rod inside him moving so rapidly it felt as though it
were two feet long, filling him over and over again.  Then he felt Richard
fall roughly onto his back.  Tomas lowered himself onto the bed, keeping
Richard on his back and Richard's still-hard cock in his ass.  They lay
there, both panting.

But it had been a long day for teens, too, not just for ten-year-olds.
They fell asleep that way, one on top of the other, two boys linked by
hard, hot flesh that only slowly softened as their bodies relaxed.

In the morning, three boys, fully refreshed by a good night's sleep, helped
each other shower together.  And, of course, as boys will, as they soaped
each other they jerked each other to very satisfying morning cums.

At eighth grade graduation Tomas was given the Most Valuable Player award
by the basketball team.  He knew the award was coming, because all the
players had voted in what was essentially a popularity contest.  Tomas
received all the votes but his own.  He knew that made the award something
very special.  He was cheered as he went to the platform to receive the
trophy, and he thanked the team for it, reminding the audience that
basketball called for team effort, and he was just one of the team.  He
glanced at his mother as he left the stage, and her smile meant more than
any award.

It was a surprise, however, when the president of the school board
announced the Chamber of Commerce's Good Citizenship Award; it was
presented to Richard.  He was so shocked, he had to be prodded to get up
and go get his award.

He stammered in front of the microphone for a moment and then laughed at
his own awkwardness.  "Um... ah...  Only two years in this place, but it
seems like I've been here forever."  The students in the audience laughed
in appreciation.

"Um... I hated this place, you know.  But I guess it kind of grows on you."
More laughter from the students.  "I was so... well... really, you
know... shy about everything."  He began to speak at a faster pace.  "But
this is a good place.  I learned a lot.  I guess all of us changed some.
But I changed a lot.  Uh... I'm not sure just why I won this," and he held
up his award, "but... well, if this means anything at all, at least half of
it belongs to my best friend."

His words ended in a rush, and he turned and practically ran off the stage.
The students stood and applauded wildly.  It took Tomas just a little
longer to stand.  He needed to rub his eyes for a moment first.

With another summer -- the last summer before they were officially high
school students -- the boys planned to spend as much time together as they
could.  Tomas still worked at the grocery store, and Richard still had his
piano lessons, but there were hours when they could share each other's
company.  Sometimes they rode their bikes.  Sometimes they shot a few hoops
in the park, Tomas giving Richard some pointers.  Sometimes they were at
Richard's, Tomas relaxing or reading and listening to Richard practice the
piano.

They found a special private place in the woods when they were on their
bikes.  It wasn't actually all that private, but they dared to jack each
other off there sometimes.  And it wasn't unusual for them to steal a kiss
when they were out of sight from other people.

And they shared their summer with Davy.  And with Roger, too.  Davy and
Roger had become very close during the end of the school year.  At dinner
one evening their mother made a big fuss about Davy's "living over there
instead of here in your own home."  Richard turned his head so their
parents couldn't see and winked at Davy, and Davy had to bite his tongue to
keep from grinning ear to ear.

There was one evening all four boys spent together.  At Mrs. Roth's
insistence, it was at Richard and Davy's house.  "Think I should tell mom
why?" Davy had asked them all, and Roger had giggled himself out of
control.

Davy and Roger, it turned out, had already begun to fuck each other often.
Davy had remembered all the pointers he'd gotten from Tomas and his
brother, and the two ten-year-olds were happy to show the teens what they
had learned.  Tomas and Richard decided that watching two little boys fuck
each other silly was a real turn-on.

Roger, however, seemed to like dicks better than asses.  He was a born
cocksucker, Tomas told him that night.  The teen loved to lie with his back
on the headboard of the bed, watching the little boy lick and suck at his
big cock.  Roger just couldn't get enough of it.  Richard lay beside Tomas
for a while, and Roger got between them to suck at one and then the other,
moving back and forth, back and forth.

The younger boys, however, needed a little coaching on the matter of
kissing.  They both liked to kiss -- and be kissed -- but they often didn't
have the patience to fully enjoy it; they were too eager to move to dicks
or asses.  Richard took Roger to one side of the bed, and Tomas took Davy
to the other side.  They spent time demonstrating how and where lips and
tongues can be used, as well as how hands can be used during long kisses.
Then the teens traded partners so the younger boys could demonstrate what
they had learned.  All agreed it had been time well spent.

That night all four slept in the same bed.  A double bed has limited space,
but they managed to find room for all of them.  They slept in a tangle for
a while, with Roger's dick still in Tomas and Davy alseep with his head
between his brother's legs and Tomas holding Richard's cock while Roger
held Davy's... All boys, all satisfied as only boys can be.

Both Richard and Tomas had already signed up for their classes as freshmen;
they had done that as part of the orientation for high school right at the
beginning of the summer.  Tomas was sitting at the kitchen table a his
house one afternoon waiting for Richard to come over so they could go
biking.  As he waited, he looked over his school schedule and wondered what
it would be like for them both to be in the shower together after the gym
class they shared -- with lots of other, and older, boys.

Richard came rushing in through the back door and stood panting in front of
Tomas.

"Where do you want to go?" Tomas asked him.  Sometimes they headed for the
bike trails at the park, sometimes for the trails in the woods, and
sometimes they just rode around town.

Richard just stood there, his eyes wide.

"What?"  Tomas was getting uneasy.  Something was up.

"I'm... going," Richard started, and he stopped to gasp for breath.  "I'm
going... sending me away, to high school, not here, they want me to go
somewhere I have to go away can't stay here what am I going to do..."

Tomas reached for him before Richard just slid to the floor.

"What?  What are you talking about?"  He sat Richard in a chair, but he
stayed next to him, his hands on Richard's shoulders.  "What are you
talking about?"

"Away... high school... in New York, they want me..."  Richard paused and
took a deep breath.

"Oh, god," he moaned.  "There's... there's a fine arts high school in New
York.  Because of piano.  They want me to go there.  Important teachers, I
mean, famous teachers.  They want to send me away..."

And Richard broke down in tears.  He threw his arms around Tomas and buried
his face in his stomach.  Tomas tried to raise his head, but Richard was
rigid, holding on as though he were afraid of sinking into waters so deep
he would never rise from them.

Tomas finally pried Richard loose and pulled him up.  He led him into the
living room, and they sat down on the couch.  Richard had his tears under
more control now, but he was shaking.

"Look, Richard, take a breath.  Tell me.  Just take a breath, slow down.
And tell me what it is."

It took a few moments, but Richard finally got it all out.  The Roths had
long realized their son was especially talented, and his piano teacher and
the school's music director had confirmed it.  They had researched options
carefully and, unknown to Richard, sent some of the tapes he'd recorded of
himself to a fine arts high school in New York.  The response was
immediate.  Richard was an unusual talent, they said, and they wanted him
as a student.  It was unbelievably expensive, since it was a boarding
school, but that was no obstacle for the Roths.  They enrolled him.

They had just told him over a "special surprise lunch" his mother had made
for them that noon.  Davy sat there with his mouth open, not quite sure
what it all meant.  And Richard sat there stunned.  He knew exactly what it
meant.  It meant leaving home.  No high school in Springfield.  It meant
leaving Tomas.  No Tomas...

Richard had stood up and announced that he would not go, not under any
circumstances.  His father was outraged that Richard would resist their
plans, and his mother was incensed that he would waste such an opportunity.
There was quite a scene, during which his parents made certain he
understood that there were no options.  He was going.

Richard stormed out of the house and went straight to Tomas.

"And I have no say!  They're going to make me!  They don't care what I
think!  They don't care about me -- they never have!"

Tomas tried to calm him.  He asked lots of quesitons about the school, and
Richard was surprised to find that he had a brochure from the school still
clenched in his hand; he had brought it all the way from home without
relaizing it.  Tomas asked questions.  Richard tried to answer, and
eventually he was calm enough to talk.

"But I can't do this, Tomas.  Leave here... leave you?  It's four years,
Tomas!  Four years!"

They talked.  Tomas brought them some sodas from the kitchen, and they
talked some more.  How could Richard resist his parents?  What could he do?
What would such a place be like?  How could he be alone, without Tomas?
Why would they even consider doing something that would make him so
unhappy...?

Finally, they were quiet.

"I think..." Tomas began.  "I think maybe you ought to go."

Richard felt as though he'd been thrown against a brick wall.

"Listen to me, Richard."  Tomas turned to face him on the couch, taking
both of Richard's hands in his own.  "You are the most unusual person I've
ever met.  The most unusal, most wonderful, most special..."  Tomas had to
pause a moment to swallow.  He could feel the tears moving down his cheeks.

"Richard, you have a very special talent.  I don't know anything about
music, but even I know that."  Tomas took another breath.  "Maybe you need
to do this.  Maybe somebody as special as you has to do this... to go
someplace where they can make sure you get what you need."

"You... want me... to go?"  Richard's voice sounded like that of a little
boy.

"No!  Fuck no, Richard!"  Tomas couldn't stop the tears now.  "No, no, I
don't want it!  But maybe it needs to be that way -- for you, Richard!
I've always known there is nobody in the world like you, and maybe... maybe
this means... somebody special like you has to learn how to use his talent,
Richard."  He had to stop for a moment.

It made no sense to Richard.  It made no sense to Tomas, either, but
somehow the older teen knew his boyfriend had a once-in-a-lifetime,
life-changing opportunity.  It was something that was meant to be.  They
were in love, and that was forever.  But this was something that was meant
to be, for Richard's sake.

There would be vacations at home.  They could write.  Phone calls.  Summers
when school was out.  Tomas presented all the arguments he could think of
about how they could still be together, even apart.  They would still be
boyfriends, lovers -- that was forever.  It still made no sense.  But
gradually the boys came to understand, somehow, that it would have to
happen.  And they would have to make the best of it.

Somehow, they would have to make the best of it.