Date: Mon, 19 May 2008 00:35:53 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 14  (t/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 14 (t/t t/b/b oral anal)



High school was not at all what Tomas had been expecting.  He had expected,
and even looked forward to, the classes, basketball, new friends, new
activities.  But he had expected to share it all with Richard.  He did talk
about it in letters, and Richard wrote about his experiences, too.  And he
was pleased when he got phone calls from New York now and then; Richard had
demanded, and finally received, a generous allowance that could provide for
phone calls.  But it was not the same at all.

He came home from school one afternoon to find Davy sitting on the steps.
The boy had hugged him and had begun to cry immediately.  He took Davy
inside, and they cried together for a while.  Tomas tried to explain what a
wonderful opportunity this was for Richard, and Davy understood that.  What
he didn't understand was what he could do about the terrible void he felt
in his life.  And Tomas couldn't explain that at all.

The next time Tomas found Davy on his steps, he took him into the house and
into his bedroom.  He made love to the boy.  They lay naked together for a
while after he'd let Davy fuck him, kissing and fondling each other, and
Tomas found himself calmed by it, too.  He loved Davy, too, just as Richard
did.  And he knew that Richard was aware of it, so it was okay.

When Richard came home for Christmas vacation, Tomas was invited to the
sleepover for which he'd been waiting for weeks.  They lay together,
letting Davy be with them, for a long time talking, and it was Davy's
eagerness that finally moved them to begin a long 69 session.  Soon they
were fucking, first Tomas fucking Richard and then Richard's turn.  Poor
Davy had to wait for a while, but he'd insisted he didn't want Roger over
that night.  He wanted his brother and Tomas to himself, he said.

Davy was rewarded for his patience, of course.  Both boys worked over
Davy's body until he was pleading for release.  Richard fucked him while
Tomas sucked his dick, and all three were completely satisfied.

And Richard and Tomas were together almost every day before Richard had to
return.

One night during the spring Tomas let Davy and Roger talk him into doing
something against his better judgment.  Tomas rationalized that Davy was so
lonely for his brother... But, no, he thought.  That's not why I'm going.
I'm going for me as much as for them.  At least I'm honest enough to
realize that, he thought.

Davy had invited Roger over for a sleepover.  Tomas' mother was on the
night shift again, so he went to the Roth's, and Davy sneaked him in the
back door and up the back stairs.  He stripped and went to bed with the two
younger boys, enjoying their lips and tongues on him as much as he enjoyed
his cock in their eager asses.

He went to visit Chuck one day and voiced his pain and loneliness.

"Four years of this, Chuck.  I don't know if I can do this."

"It's a long time," Chuck agreed.

"But I love him.  I can't ever love anybody else the way I love Richard.
What will happen, Chuck?  And I've thought about college.  What will happen
then?"

"I don't know, Tomas."  Chuck sighed.  It pained him to see the hurt in the
boy in front of him.  He remembered the happy little boy he'd loved.  He
remembered the young teen who had brought his lover to meet him.  Tomas was
growing up, Chuck thought.  And that's not always easy.  Sometimes it's not
easy at all.

"If you love him, Tomas, that won't stop.  It can't stop."  He put his arm
around the shoulder of the teen, and Tomas turned into him and cried like
the little boy he'd been years before.  "It hurts now, Tomas, but it hurts
because you love him.  If you didn't love him, it wouldn't matter like
this.  And you know he loves you, too, so he's hurting as much.  All you
can do to share everything you can with each other, like you told me you've
been doing, and then use every minute you get together."

Tomas had stopped crying, but he kept his head on his older friend's
shoulder.

"You will survive this, Tomas.  You will."  Chuck put his hands on Tomas'
shoulders and looked him in the face.  "You will survive it.  You and
Richard will."

Tomas was suddenly so overwhelmed by the love he'd always had for this
special man in his life.  He kissed Chuck on the lips.  Chuck was surprised
for a moment, but he accepted the kiss and returned it.

Tomas threw himself into schoolwork and into basketball.  He was, of
course, still a year older than his classmates, and his size and skill were
prized by the junior varsity team at Springfield High.  His grades were
always high, and he shared all his successes on the court and in the
classroom with Richard.  They wrote each constantly, and each laughingly
complained that it was difficult to get schoolwork done when they were
writing each other all the time.

One potential crisis was faced during the two weeks Richard was home over
the summer.

It was not until his school was underway that Richard had fully understood
that classes were year-round, with vacation breaks during the year and a
two-week break between school years.  That was because their musical
training was in addition to a regular high school curriculum.

They were in bed together the first night Richard was home.  Their kisses
had been long, and the 69 session had brought them to a sexual high that
was almost painful.  Richard said he wanted to suck Tomas to a cum; it had
been too long since he had tasted him.

Richard finally got Tomas on his back.  He sucked at the hard, dark nipples
and then licked his way down to the bush of soft black hair.  he licked
through it, brushing his lips over it.  Then he ran his tongue along the
underside of Tomas' thick cock until he was licking at the tiny lips on his
cockhead.  He tasted the flow of precum and smoothed it around Tomas'
cockhead.  Then his tongue traced the tube on the underside of the shaft
until it disappeared into his lover's body.  His tongue continued downward
and licked at the big balls below.  He sucked on them until Tomas moaned.
He inhaled the scent he had missed for so long.

He moved up to the shaft of the thick cock again, offering it little
kisses.  His lips sucked at the shaft gently, up and down, around and
around.  It was the most beautiful cock in the world.  It was his Tomas'
cock.  He flattened his tongue and scraped it over the dickhead, and Tomas
groaned.

With a new amount of precum on his tongue, Richard attacked the cockhead
again, sucking here and there at the edges of the crown, running his teeth
carefully over it, sucking it quickly and fully into his mouth only to
release it and lick around it again.  Tomas was moving his hips, pressing,
pushing, in need.

"Oh god honey please... oh yesssss... sweet Dick sweetdicksweet...
yesss..."

Then Richard swallowed him.  Tomas was now fully six-and-a half inches
long, and his cockhead immediately hit the back of Richard's throat.
Richard swallowed, and the movement lodged Tomas' cockhead firmly in the
tight opening of Richard's throat.  Richard swallowed again.

"Aaaaaa..."  Tomas was wildly in need now.  His fingers found and then
grasped the hair on the head at his middle.  He humped his cock into the
welcome new tightness.  Richard slipped his hands under Tomas and clutched
his asscheeks, pulling them toward him, and encouraging Tomas to fuck his
face.  He sucked hard as Tomas' dick moved in and out of his mouth.

Tomas' breath came quickly and noisily.  His cock was suddenly swollen even
more.  Tomas gasped.  He fucked hard into Richard's mouth, and then he
blasted his first shot of cum deep into Richard's throat.  Richard pulled
back so that only Tomas' cockhead was in his mouth; he sucked it hard and
fast.  Tomas came again and again and again until, finally, there was no
more.

Richard crawled up Tomas' body and kissed his lips.  Tomas opened his mouth
and looked up to see Richard's lips part slowly.  The cum Richard had saved
for him began to fall from Richard's lips, and Tomas opened his mouth to
receive it.  A long string of pearl-white juice fell slowly onto Tomas'
cheek, just to the right of his mouth, and Richard turned slightly to move
it to Tomas' lips and onto his tongue.  He waited as he emptied his lover's
cum from his mouth, then he lowered his face, and the boys kissed slowly
and deeply.

Tomas used his tongue to collect the cum inside his mouth and move it back
to his lover's tongue.  They both fed on it.  They both tasted it.  They
both savored the sex that had moved from one body to the other and now back
again.

Then they rested.

Then they fucked.

Later in the night, both bodies exhausted, they lay side by side talking.
They shared everything, and finally Richard sat up.

"I just didn't know it would be all year round," he said.  "So stupid!  I
should have read that somewhere.  Just two weeks here and there.  God,
Tomas!"

Tomas felt as depressed as Richard sounded. Could they last through all
this?  But he had to encourage Richard, let him know that they could make
it.

"Something else happned, too," Richard said.  He had told Tomas about
accompanying a young cellist who was his classmate.  "Something I need to
tell you about."

He looked down at Tomas.  His Tomas.  "We... we went to bed together.
After the concert.  He asked me to his room, and... I went.  We had sex."

He waited.

Tomas felt his eyes sting at the thought of Richard with another boy.

"He's... he's a really nice guy," Richard said.  "My age.  A little, well,
chubby.  But so sweet.  And he loves to suck.  And he's good.  We sucked
each other almost all night.  I came several times.  So did he."

But I've been with Davy, Tomas thought.  And Roger.  That wasn't love; that
was just... sex.  Fun.  I don't love anyone like I love Richard, he
thought.

Tomas smiled.  He grasped Richard's hand tightly.  "Good."

"You're not... I mean, you're not mad?"

"No, Richard."  Tomas smiled at him.  But he swallowed before he continued.
"The Dick is one horny stud."  Then he looked more serious.  "You need it,
Richard.  Every now and then guys like us just need to be with somebody.
You know I'm with Davy sometimes."

"Yes," Richard said.  "He told me.  But I figured you would be.  I was sort
of hoping you would be.  I mean, I need somebody to take care of my little
brother."  Richard smiled, but then he looked serious again.  "But this, at
school, is different.  It's not... you know, a brother, or somebody we both
know..."

"It's something you need, Richard.  And I understand.  I love you more than
anything in the world.  I love you forever.  But I understand.  And it's
all right."

"Oh, god, Tomas, I love you, too.  I wouldn't want you to think I didn't,
that I was falling for somebody else..."

"No, I understand.  I wish like hell I could be there for you, Richard.  I
miss you so much it hurts me inside, and I wish I could be there.  But I
understand.  I know you'll be here for me when you can."

Tomas waited for a minute.  "You say he's a cellist?"

"Yeah."

"So I assume you played his cello."

Richard laughed.  "We made beautiful music together," he said.  But then
his face suddenly sobered.

Richard circled him with his arms.  Tomas couldn't hear it, but he knew
Richard was crying silently.  Finally, Richard said, "I love you.  I can't
ever love anyone else.  You have to know that.  I want you.  Always."

Tomas lay Richard on the bed, slid down to the ass he'd missed, and made
love to it.  He kissed every inch of the skin.  He licked and tasted it
all.  He sucked on the hole until Richard was pressing himself back against
his lips.  Then he tongue-fucked him until he was begging for cock.

Tomas' cock, now longer and thicker than Richard had known before, made a
sudden thrust into the darkness, and Richard gasped.  Tomas knew how to
control his fucking, his own responses and needs.  So he fucked Richard's
ass for a long time before he allowed himself the release of a huge cum.

But that wasn't enough.  When he had emptied his balls he immediately
placed his mouth at the hole he had just filled and began to suck.  He
sucked all the juices into himself, all the cream from inside, and his
tongue fished for every last trace of moisture.

When he pulled away to lie next to Richard, he heard the tiny whimpers of
pleasure that continued for a long time.  No one ever treated Richard as
well, Tomas was sure.  And no one ever would.

High school was fun at times, hard at times.  And sometimes it was very
lonely.  Very often.

During the summer that Tomas was sixteen, Roger and Davy made plans to camp
out in Roger's back yard.  It was a huge yard on the edge of town, with
lots of trees and even a small stream running though it.  Davy told Tomas
they would be a long distance from the house because they wanted to be
private.  He grinned.  Then he begged Tomas to come over during the night
and have some fun with them.  It didn't take much convincing.  Davy and
Roger were twelve now, and both had developed into very attractive boys.
And while he liked Roger, Tomas had come to really love Davy.

Tomas approached the little campsite from the rear, calling out softly so
he wouldn't startle the boys.  It was a very warm evening, but he was still
surprised to find the boys sitting at their small campfire naked.

"A couple of little savages," he said.

"Yeah," Roger agreed eagerly.  "Come on, get savage with us."  He giggled.

"I feel like a pervert, playing around with two little boys," Tomas
grinned.

"We're not as little as we used to be," Roger giggled.  He pulled on his
dick, a very respectable four inches.  He was virtually hairless still,
with just a hint of hair beginning to show.

Tomas looked at Davy and smiled.  He was much more familiar with Davy's
four-and-a-half inches.  He had sucked the boy to a dry cum so many times
he couldn't count them.  Davy was stroking slowly, and he had a smug look
on his face, like a boy who was eager to share a terribly important secret.

"I can cum!"  Davy grinned.

"Yeah, he can," Roger said, as though to deflect any skepticism.  "Really."

"That's great, Davy," Tomas said.  He'd kicked off his shoes, and he sat
down on the blanket they'd spread, pulling his shirt and shorts off.

"I woke up the other night, just like you said," Davy continued.  He'd
questioned Tomas many times about growing up -- Tomas had become a big
brother when Davy had needed one -- and Tomas had answered every question.
"I was wet, and I knew it was cum.  I just knew it!  And I tasted it, too,
like you said.  How about that, Tomas?  I can cum!"

Tomas reached over for the boy and pulled him into a hug.  Roger didn't
want to be overlooked, so he joined them.  Tomas hadn't pulled his briefs
off yet, but the boys helped him, and soon they were all naked.  Tomas lay
back on the blanket.

"It's so cool," Roger said, stroking Tomas' chest.  "When I suck him, I can
taste it now.  And he makes me kiss him so he can taste it, too."

"Like you don't want to kiss," Davy grinned.

Roger, who had always been fascinated by Tomas nipples, began to play with
them.  "Hey," he said, struck by a sudden inspiration.  "Show him.  Show
him how you can jack off now.  And do it on his nipples."

Tomas' dick gave a sudden lurch at the suggestion.  Roger was certainly
imaginative!

"Yeah," Davy agreed enthusiastically.  "Uh, okay?" he asked Tomas.

When Tomas grinned his assent, Davy straddled the teen's chest, one leg on
each side of him, and he sat down.  This opened his legs just about as wide
as they could go, and a pair of twelve-year-old smooth nuts rested on the
center of Tomas' chest.  Davy immediately began pulling on his dick.

Tomas smiled.  "But, look, why don't you let me get you started.  You know,
with a little sucking."

Davy grinned broadly at the suggestion and scooted his little ass higher on
Tomas' chest.  He wound up sitting on his knees, one knee under each of
Tomas' pits, and leaning in to allow Tomas to suck.

Tomas sucked the proud boy's boner into his mouth and was careful to run
his tongue all around the dickhead.  Davy moaned his pleasure.  Tomas
sucked from the base to the dickhead, but Davy was fully hard quickly.

Davy was torn between the immense pleasure of being sucked by the teen and
the vision of shooting his young sperm onto the muscular chest on which
he'd been sitting.  But when he felt his body responding to the suction, he
pulled away from Tomas' mouth, scooted back to his original position, and
began to jack himself.

"Yeah," Roger encouraged him.  "Jerk it, Davy.  Make it cum, Davy."

Tomas listened to the encouragements from one boy and the grunts of
pleasure from the other, but he kept his eyes on the tiny little hole at
the center of the young dick being stroked in front of him.  In the light
of the campfire, he thought it could see that little hole flex and pulse
once...  And then it fired a shot of watery cum.

Davy had almost forgotten he was supposed to cum on Tomas' nipple, but he
moved over just in time.  The shot fell barely short of the nipple, and the
remainder of the young cum simply drooled out in drops, but Davy pulled
himself over so they landed on the target.  Then, his little dick still
hard, he used the dickhead to push the shot that had missed upward just a
bit.  There was a pool of watery pre-teen cum covering Tomas' dark tit.

The boys just looked at it for a moment.

"That was great, Davy," Tomas complimented him.  "A nice cum for a boy your
age.  And, man, it feels nice on my nipple."

Davy grinned, both a little proud and a little embarrassed at his showing
off.

"Now, Davy, we have to decide how to get that cum off," Tomas said.

"Lick it!" Roger prompted.

And Davy did.  He leaned down and swiped his tongue over the little puddle.
Then he paused a moment, realizing he wanted to share.  He leaned down to
Tomas' lips and opened his mouth.  Tomas smiled and accepted the boy's
kiss.  Davy's little tongue was warm as usual, active in his mouth as
usual.  But this time there was a decided difference.  It was not a strong
taste, but Davy's body had produced a very smooth and mellow cream.  Tomas
licked, tasted, swallowed.

He put his hand behind the boy's head and pulled him tight for a longer,
deeper kiss than Davy had anticipated.

"Wow," Davy said when he finally came up for air.

"Wow, yourself, you little stud," Tomas smiled.  "That is some tasty cum
you've got there."

"Hey, I want what's left," Roger said, and he immediately put his face to
Tomas' chest and licked the remainder.  He wanted a kiss, too, so Tomas
treated him to a long and deep one, as well.

The younger boys grinned when they sat back.  And both dicks, the one that
had shot and the one that couldn't yet, were boned again.

A little later, Tomas had the boys kneel on all fours side by side as he
ate their asses.  They were smooth as silk, he thought.  His tongue
delighted the boys, and the taste and scent of the boyholes delighted
Tomas.  He tongue-fucked them, first one and then the other, until his
tongue hurt.

Davy wanted a fuck then, and Tomas had brought the lube, expecting it.
Roger stared as the teen's long, thick cock disappeared into his friend's
ass.  Davy wanted to moan loudly, as he could at home, but he realized he
couldn't in the back yard.  He contented himself with small grunts as his
ass became accustomed to the big cock, and soon he was fucking back onto
it.  Tomas sighed deeply as his balls emptied into the boy.  He let Roger
lick Davy's ass so he could taste some of Tomas' cum, too.

Roger was eager for his turn, and when he had turned around he almost
backed his ass into Tomas' cock.

"Easy there, tiger," Tomas said.  He slapped the smooth, white ass.  Roger
giggled and shook his ass at the teen.  Tomas slapped him a little harder,
and this time Roger felt it in his hard dick.  He gasped, but he wiggled
his ass, asking for more.  Tomas spanked him three times then, each time a
little harder.

"Ooooo fuck," Roger moaned.

Davy looked on with wide eyes as Tomas spanked his friend a few more times.
Then Tomas leaned down to kiss and lick the skin that had begun to redden
in the light of the campfire.  Roger sighed and put his shoulders on the
blanket; his ass now stuck up toward Tomas as though begging for him.
Tomas pressed his face into the crack and tongued Roger's hole.

He lubed his hard cock and pressed at the wet pink hole Roger was offering
him.  Roger couldn't repress a squeal as he felt the cockhead penetrate his
ring, but he produced a long sigh as Tomas' dick slid into him.  Tomas
began a slow fuck.  He had to build the need within himself, since he had
just cum in Davy.  He spent long moments stroking the boy's back as he
fucked in and out; he leaned into the boy to reach under him and toy with
his hard dick and his nipples.

"Slide under him and suck his dick," he said to Davy.

Davy's face was soon underneath his friend, his face wedged between Roger's
thighs and his belly.  He wiggled until he could reach Roger's crotch, and
in a moment Roger's hard dick was inside Davy's mouth.  Each time Tomas
fucked inward, he pushed Roger's hips down a bit, and this pushed the boy's
dick into Davy's mouth.  Tomas couldn't see, but he knew he was fucking
both boys at once.  His cock was invading Roger's tight ass and shoving
Roger's hard dick into Davy's waiting mouth.

Roger came first.  Tomas had been stroking his little prostate, and the
boy's belly tightened.  Tomas held onto his hips as Roger squealed again.
His twelve-year-old dick quivered and thrashed in Davy's mouth as it sucked
on him.  It was a long cum for the boy, long and wonderful.  He almost went
limp when he finished, but Tomas held him up.  Davy pulled his head out
from under him with a smile on his face.

Tomas was now fucking a boy who simply had no energy to fuck back.  He
gripped Roger's hips and pulled him back onto his cock, almost jerking him
onto it.  He fucked in hard and fast as his own need grew.  He pulled the
ass back onto himself, fucked in and out...

"Ooooo Roger..." he whispered hoarsly.  "Ooooo Roger..."

And he came with one fierce blast as his cock was buried deep in the boy.
He fucked again and again as he shot more of his teen juice into him, and
he felt the sticky wetness around his dick as his cum was forced out of the
tight young hole by the cock still invading it.

Finally Tomas was through.  He released the hips he'd been holding, and
Roger slid to the ground.  Only then did Tomas hear the little whimpers
from the boy.

He lay next to him, put his arms around him, and pulled him tight.  "Roger,
honey... are you all right?  I shouldn't have gone so hard..."

"No, I'm okay," Roger said weakly.  "Just... a little sore.  But, oh, was
that good.  Oh, yeaaaa... totally awwesome!"  Roger sighed deeply and
curled into Tomas.

Tomas stayed with the boys until the first light began to appear in the
sky.  Davy and Roger grinned broadly as they said goodbye to the teen, and
when Tomas looked back they were already in a 69.

Richard sent a newspaper clipping with one of his letters.  Someone from a
smaller fine arts newspaper had reviewed a concert the high school had
given.  Richard was mentioned by name; the review said he had played "with
attention to detail, contributing to the emotion invested by the composer
and bringing the piece to life for an appreciative audience."

His letter also referred to some nights he had shared with his friend
there.  Tomas sensed that Richard didn't want him to feel he was hiding
anything from him, and when he answered the letter he told Richard about
Davy and Roger.

Richard called when he received that letter.  Tomas had been doing homework
at the kitchen table.

"I just want to tell you that I love you," Richard said.  When he
understood that Tomas' mother was there, he continued, "I know you can't
say everything you want to say.  I just want you to know there is no one in
my life like you."

"Me, too," Tomas answered quietly.

"And thank you about Davy.  He needs somebody like you," Richard said.
"It's so hard being away from you.  But I think of you all the time.  We'll
be together.  We will.  It has to be that way."

"Yes, it will be," Tomas said.

"I love you, Tomas."

"Me, too," Tomas answered him.  He pretended he was still listening for a
minute after Richard had hung up; he didn't want his mother to see his eyes
until he could blink the blurriness away.

Neither could attend the other's high school graduation.  The Roths flew to
New York to be at Richard's graduation.  Davy was still in school and
couldn't go with them, so he went with Tomas' mother to see Tomas graduate
the very next afternoon.  Davy slept with Tomas in Tomas' bed that night.
No sex, Tomas had told him, not with his mother in the house.  But they got
naked and cuddled until they fell asleep.

The shortest two weeks in the world were the weeks Richard was home after
his graduation before leaving for Strasbourg, France.  He would spend nine
months studying with a world-famous pianist before returning to Boston,
where he would enroll in a music school.

Tomas wanted to spend those two weeks with him, every second of them.  He
sensed that the Roths felt he was imposing on them, practically living at
their house.  "Fuck that," Richard said one night.  "This is my life.
You're my life.  I'll decide what I want, and what I want is you."

Davy joined them sometimes, but he knew they needed time to themselves,
too.  They always welcomed Davy, now a real teen, into the bed they shared,
but Davy was right.  They needed every moment together they could get.

It was the following summer, after Tomas had spent his first year in
college, that they managed to get away together.  The Roths had bought a
small cabin on a lake about an hour away, and Richard had announced that he
needed to use it for a week.  He needed to rest, he said.  And Tomas would
spend the week with him.  The handsome sixteen-year-old Davy winked
knowingly at them when they drove off.

It was a week of paradise, they decided.  It rained the first three days,
and they spent those days inside, usually in bed.  But that was their
paradise.  Then the sun came out.  They spent time swimming and lying in
the sun, but most of their time was spent, still, inside.  They talked.
And they made love.

Both were now more man than boy, at twenty and nineteen.  But they made
love like the boys they had been, as though they were discovering each
other's bodies all over again.

Tomas was now six feet tall.  His dark complexion seemed to glow on his
muscular frame.  He was still smooth all over except for the thick bush of
dark hair at the base of his dick.  Richard liked to tease the hair with
his fingers and watch Tomas' seven inches throb and wave in the air.

And Richard was more the boy he had been.  Still short for his age, he was
only five feet eight inches.  He was slender but toned, because he had
followed Tomas' advice about staying in shape.  And he was pleased that he
could give a six-and-a-half inch dick to his lover.

"Oooooooo..." Richard groaned one night as Tomas was gently licking his
cock.  The muscles in Richard's thigh had begun to quiver from the tension
of his body, from his need.  Tomas loved to virtually torture the cock he
was feasting on, watching it turn a bright red, licking at the precum
Richard continually produced for him.

"Now," Tomas whispered to Richard.

He sat astride Richard, facing him, and lowered his ass onto the wet cock.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."  They sighed together as he sat fully onto The Dick.

But Richard had been too close to stop.  He fucked upward into Tomas' hot
ass and, in a matter of moments, he came hard and repeatedly.  His grunts
accented every shot until, at last, he was emptied.

But Tomas continued to sit on him.  He would relax the muscles holding The
Dick inside him a moment, then he would tense them.  Richard groaned.
Tomas was keeping him hard.  He was refusing to let The Dick fall from his
ass, keeping himself firmly seated on Richard's groin.

Richard looked up at the most beautiful face he'd ever known.  Tomas was
slightly smiling, his eyes half closed.  He was teasing a nipple with one
hand, rocking back and forth a bit.  He's enjoying my body, Richard thought
to himself.  Just like when we were kids.  I'm turning him on as much now
as I did then.  It must always be like this for us.  Richard smiled, too.
Then he closed his eyes and groaned as his ultra-sensitive cock was
massaged again by the ass holding him tightly.

And when Tomas brought him to another huge climax later, still sitting on
his cock, Richard moaned so loudly he wound up laughing at himself.  Tomas
fell to the side, laughing with him.  Their laughter became giggles, and
they were boys again.

"Oh god," Tomas gasped when he finally got control of the giggles.

"Yeah," Richard laughed.  "That's what happens when you torture a poor guy
like that."

"You know The Dick loved it," Tomas grinned.

"I sort of liked it myself," Richard said as he tweaked Tomas' nipple.

Tomas looked into Richard's eyes for a moment and then kissed his lips.
Their tongues met, and they rolled together, holding each other tightly as
though they were trying to climb into each other.  They gasped for breath
at the same time, but they returned to the passionate kiss.

When they parted and lay back, Richard's hand wandered to Tomas' thigh and
stroked it slowly.  The smooth, warm skin belied the strong muscle just
beneath it.  Richard turned over onto his stomach so he could reach the
large ballsac between his lover's legs.  He played with the big balls,
letting his fingers roll them around and around.

Then they moved as though they were one.  Tomas spread his legs as Richard
straddled him, face to groin and groin to face.  Lips met cocks and fingers
played with balls as they began one of their lenghty 69 sessions.  Richard
inhaled deeply as he pressed his face into the balls below him.  He sucked
lightly on the skin of the warm sac, then he licked around the sac to the
base of Tomas' cock.  He shuddered when he felt his own cock taken fully
into Tomas' mouth, and he sucked slowly as the hot bulbous head in front of
him.

Yes, they were men now.  But inside, where it really mattered, they were
the boys they had always been, the boys who had loved to play the way boys
have always played.

Because they were apart for such long stretches of time, they made love
often during that week.

But it was also that week they began to make real plans for the future.