Date: Wed, 21 May 2008 15:09:55 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 15: the conclusion

This story is completely fiction. It describes the relationships among
boys, young teens and younger boys -- well, if you've been following this
you know that they are men now.  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

I will try to answer all emails: the. empty.room@hotmail.com

NOTE: This is the concluding chapter of the story.  My sincere thanks to
all who have sent comments.



TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 15: the conclusion



The wet dick continued to produce precum as James licked around the head.
He let it run down onto the shaft and then licked it up.  As he took the
throbbing cockhead into his mouth, he began to gently pull on the ballsac.
He inhaled deeply and begun to suck gently.

"Uhhhhhh... oooooooooo..." Danny moaned.  He felt his thighs quiver.  James
had been playing with his dick ever since he'd awakened -- and probably
before, since he was already hard in James' mouth when he woke up.

It was doubly urgent.  And James knew it!  Danny absolutely had to pee.
His morning pee was always a pretty good one.  But at the moment his
morning wood was being used as a lollypop by the best cocksucker in the
world, he thought.  My James.

"Oh fuck I love you..."  Danny hadn't been aware that he'd spoken aloud
until he heard the words.

James smiled around the dick in his mouth.  His lover -- whom he'd loved as
a boy and married as a man -- was everything to him.  But he couldn't say
that at the moment.  He had a very full mouth.  He went fully down onto
Danny's dick until the head of it was buried in the opening of his throat.
Then he pulled up, leaving only the head in his mouth, and he began to
suck.  It only took a moment.

"Yaaaaaaaa... aaaaaaaaaaa..." Danny's pleasure echoed from the walls of
their bedroom.

"Mmmm yum," James grinned when he pulled off the spent dick.  "Milk for
breakfast."

They lay close together for a bit, soaking up each other's warmth.

Suddenly, Danny sat up.  "Look at the clock!  Hey, we need to move.  Got a
lot to do today.  Come on."  He pulled a reluctant James up and out of bed
and into the bathroom.

"Got to pee big time!" Danny said.

"Shower time," James grinned.  The two men got into the shower stall and
peed while Danny adjusted the water.  They didn't have time to play this
morning, though.  They showered quickly, dressed, and ran for the car.
They'd eat breakfast at the restaurant.

Tuesdays weren't usually busy at DJ's, but this was a special occasion.
James would be spending all day in the kitchen supervising food preparation
for their regular customers but, importantly, preparing a special meal
himself.  The smaller private dining room had been reserved for the evening
by one of their best customers, and James wanted to do everything just
right for them.

Danny checked all the fresh meat and produce that was delivered for the
day, then worked for a while in the office.  He got a phone call from
Mrs. Roth during the morning, and Danny assured her that everything was set
for the evening.  He sighed as he hung up the phone.  The woman was a great
customer, but she was also a pain in the ass.

DJ's had been written up in several large city papers, and evening meals
were now served by reservation only.  But at 11 am he was in place at the
door welcoming the noon crowd into what had become the best restaurant in
Springfield.  Steve, the newly-inagurated mayor of Springfield, and his
wife Beth came in for lunch, and Danny talked to them for just a bit.  When
they could finally close the doors on the luncheon crowd, it was three in
the afternoon.

"I sent those artichokes back," James said when Danny went into the kitchen
to get a bite to eat.  "Not fresh enough."

"Okay, honey.  Sorry."  Danny started munching on some fruit.  "It's so
damn busy today I guess I wasn't paying attention."

James grinned.  "It's not every day a real celebrity comes into DJ's!"

The pastry chef called him over to the other side of the kitchen with a
question about the desserts for the evening, and when he returned James
resumed the conversation.

"A Grammy winner from Springfield!  Can you imagine?"

"Hey," Danny responded, "I've always said there's something in the water in
this town."  He grinned.

"That's not what you mean by that crack, and you know it!" James laughed.

Danny gave him a peck on the cheek, took an apple from the basket, and
returned to the office.

The florist showed up a little later, and Danny supervised the arrangment
of the decorations in the dining room.  When the staff set the table -- a
little more elaborately than usual -- Danny supervised again.  He went back
into the office at 6:30 to change into his more formal attire.

James came in while he was changing.  "Rack of lamb and poached salmon for
entrees, but I can't even start the salmon yet..."

Danny smiled.  No one was more particular about doing things just right
than his sweetheart!  "You've got everything under control, James; you know
you do.  Just change and relax a minute."

James put on a clean t-shirt and a pair of chef's pants.  "I'll take the
coat and toque with me, put them on later... stay cleaner that way..."  He
was muttering to himself.

Danny walked over to James and tied the drawstring on the pants for him.
Then he put his arms around him and hugged tightly.

"This is going to be the best dinner you've ever done, James.  Don't worry
so much."

He kissed James, and James opened his mouth.  Their tongues stroked each
other gently, then deeply.  Their kiss lenghtened; they leaned into each
other, and their dicks hardened as their groins pressed together.

When they released each other, Danny said, "Better keep that thing under
control out there."  And he groped playfully at James' bulge.

James grinned.  "Out there?  No problem.  But later, when we get home?
That's when you better watch out!"

He headed for the door but turned as he opened it.  "And the best dinner
I've ever done?  I haven't done it yet.  That's next week for our wedding
anniversary."  He smiled and left.

Promptly at 7 pm Mr. and Mrs. Roth came through the door.  Danny greeted
them and showed them to the private dining room.  Mrs. Roth complimented
Danny on all the flowers and then went around to rearrange things slightly.

"Big night," Mr. Roth boomed.  "Time to celebrate.  Got a big dinner for
us, have you?"

"The best, Mr. Roth," Danny said.  "Would you like to order drinks while
you wait for the others?"

"No, no, we'll be fine for a while."

Danny went back to the foyer to make sure the maitre'de had everything in
the main dining room under control for the rest of the evening.  The door
opened and an older man escorted a petite dark-haired woman in and asked
for the Roth party.  Danny immediately recognized the librarian recently
retired from the city library and welcomed him.

"Pleased to seen you again, sir."

"Thank you.  And this is Mrs. Morales."

"Follow me, please."

As Danny was about to leave the private dining room, the maitre'de ushered
David Roth and his wife, Laurie, into the room.

Mrs. Roth briefly greeted Mrs. Morales, Chuck, David and her
daughter-in-law.  But she kept her eye on the door.  "Now, where are they?"
she worried.  "That boy is always late..."

"He'll be here..."  Danny left the room with Mr. Roth's loud voice booming
in his ear.  He signaled the server to take drink orders.  Maybe that would
calm Mrs. Roth a bit.

When Danny returned to the foyer, the guest of honor was just coming
through the door.  Danny recognized him immediately from all the pictures
that had been in the papers and magazines, especially recently.

"Mr. Roth!  Welcome to DJ's.  What a pleasure to have you here..."

"Please, it's Richard.  And this is my partner and business manager,
Tomas."

The men looked to Danny as though they were about ten years older than he
was, both fit, well-dressed, and very attractive.  Richard had laid his
hand on Tomas' shoulder and left it there for a moment.

"I hope we haven't kept the others waiting," Tomas said.  "The plane was
late, and then there was a mix-up at the car rental."

Danny showed them to the dining room and closed the door on their reunion.

"Mama!"  Tomas went immediately to his mother and hugged her.

"Oh, Tomas, I'm so happy to see you!  And how handsome!"  Mrs. Morales held
her son at arm's length for a moment to examine him.  She smiled and
resumed the hug.

"And Chuck!"  After kissing his mother on the cheek, he turned to his
mentor.  They embraced, smiling broadly.  "I'm so glad you could come --
and bring mama, too."

After excusing himself Tomas greeted the Roths and then David and his wife.
The drinks were served, and they wandered from person to person, catching
up.

"A Grammy!"  Mr. Roth's voice was loud enough to be heard around the room,
although he was just talking to Tomas.

Richard and Tomas were on their way back to New York from Los Angeles,
where Richard had just been awarded a Grammy for an album he had released
just a few months ago.

"Finest classical pianist in the world, and he wins a Grammy for ragtime!"
Mr. Roth shook his head in wonder.

"Dad," Richard said as he joined them, "you know I've always liked other
kinds of music, too."

"A Grammy's nice, but that's not what will fill the concert halls," Tomas
said to the older man.  "His second world tour begins next month."

"Our second world tour," Richard said, emphasizing "our."  "We're in this
together," he smiled at Tomas.

The meal began, and the conversation was a little more subdued.

"Damn, Richard," David said.  He preferred "David" now that he was an
adult, but to family he was still "Davy."  The brothers were seated side by
side.  "It's so good to see you.  It's just so hard to get together."

"I'm really glad you could get back here for this little celebration, Davy.
It wouldn't be right without you."

"How could I miss it?" Davy laughed.  "When my big brother gets a Grammy,
hell, yes, I'm going to the celebration.  It's just that with my
schedule..."

"I know, Davy.  But when you two are through New York next time, we'll have
lots of time to catch up."  Richard set his fork down a moment and turned
to his brother.  "I miss you a lot, Davy. I am so impressed with what
you've done."  Davy was a journalist with a major newspaper and also wrote
a column in a national news nagazine.

Tomas was in conversation on the other side of the table.  "Mama, you've
got to come for a visit.  We're moving into our new condo when we get back.
Beautiful view of Central Park. You'll love it!"

"Oh, Tomas," his mother laughed.  "Me in New York?  I can't imagine.  I'd
get lost in a minute..."

"Mama," Tomas said.  He took her hand and squeezed it.  "It's my home now,
mama.  I want you to see it."

She hesitated a moment.  She was so proud of what Tomas had done with his
life, so happy at all his travels.  But she was still not fully comfortable
with his... lifestyle.  That's the way they put it these days, she thought.
But he and Richard are so happy together.  And I'm just an old lady too old
fashioned for her own good.  She smiled inwardly.  He's my Tomas, she
thought.  And he always will be.

"Then, I'll come," she smiled.  They agreed to make arrangements later.

James supervised the delivery of the entrees himself.  They were carried in
on elaborately decorated silver platters to the applause of the group.
James himself served the portions.  Danny returned later to supervise the
serving of desserts.

The dining room had been designed for a casual elegance, and the after
dinner drinks were served as they found comfortable seating on large
upholstered chairs and couches arranged in front of the large fireplace in
which a fire had been started.

"I'm impressed with this place," Richard said to Tomas.  "I had no idea
Springfield had a restaurant that could compete with the finest I've ever
seen."

"Local boys," Chuck explained as he sipped his brandy.  "They took an old
restaurant and made an amazing transformation of it.  People come from
miles around to eat at DJ's."

"Maybe there's more to Springfield than meets the eye," Tomas said.  "I
thought it was just an ordinary place when I was growing up.  But, damn, I
love this town."

"It's a good place to grow up, where a boy can be a boy," Richard agreed.

Chuck smiled.

"Here's to two wonderful boys who grew up in this place," he said, tipping
his snifter at each of them.  "Who found each other and grew into genuine
love."

Tomas put his arm around Richard's waist and smiled at Chuck.  "Love works,
Chuck.  Just like you said.  If you stick with it, it works."

Mr. Roth had lots of questions for Tomas about the business end of managing
a world-reknown pianist.  He asked Tomas about bookings, about contracts,
about scheduling, about copyright law for music.  Tomas was patient and
tried to answer everything.  He understood that this was a way for a father
who had always been distant to show his happiness at his son's success.

Richard got David into a corner and started taking about what he and Laurie
could expect to be treated to on their visit.  Laurie had never been to New
York before; David had been there but only on brief visits as he was
enroute to some other place.

"It's got to be a week at least.  No," Richard said, "two weeks.  You've
got to plan for two weeks.  You owe yourself a vacation, Davy.  In two
months, when the new tour is over.  Tomas and I are going to hole up in the
condo and recover, and that's a perfect time for you two to visit."

"We will.  I promise.  I'll make the time work."  David smiled.  He and
Richard had seen so little of each other since Richard had first gone away
to school.  They'd written and called each other; they'd been together when
Richard had been home.  But it hadn't been the same thing as living all
their youth in the same house, growing up together.

David looked his brother in the eye.  "Richard.  I have to tell you.  I am
just so fucking proud of you."  He lowered his voice.  "I didn't realize
until I got away just how much of a... well, burden it is living in that
house.  You had the guts to get out, Richard, to make a wonderful life for
yourself.  I admire you for that alone!  And your career!  I... I love you,
Richard."  David stopped.

"I love you, too Davy."  Richard spoke quietly but intently.  "I've
worried, Davy, that maybe... what we did...  Maybe it wasn't a good thing
for you.  Davy, if I've done something that caused you any problems..."

"Never think that," David whispered.  "You were the only one in that house
who loved me, and... the way we loved was wonderful, Richard.  It was
wonderful.  I don't regret a minute of it.  And I don't want you to,
either."

David took a drink.  "Laurie and I are very happy, I want you to know that.
I love her deeply.  I loved you, and Tomas, too...  I mean, I still do.
I've always been so happy for you two.  But when I got to high school... I
mean, when I met Laurie in college..."  He sighed.  "I just can't explain
it."

"There's nothing to explain, Davy.  Some guys like guys when they're
growing up; some come to like girls.  You are my brother, and the important
thing to me, Davy, is that you're happy, and you and Laurie are,
obviously."

"The only way I survived that house long enough to get out was to depend on
you.  And then Tomas, too," David said.  Back then, you -- and Tomas, too
-- you were there for me."  He had to stop again.

He smiled, blinked his eyes a few times, and took a deep breath.  "So, you
two are off in the morning?"

"We've staying at the new hotel out at the interstate tonight, then flying
out tomorrow.  We've got a week and a half to get settled in the new
condo," Richard said, "and I've got to rehearse my ass off.  Then we fly to
Buenos Aires to start the tour."

"Here's to another success," David said.  "And maybe," he grinned, "maybe
this time you'll win a Grammy for a kind of music Dad approves of."

"Damn."  Richard glanced at the little spinet in the corner.

"What are you thinking, naughty boy?"  David was grinning, too.

Richard walked to the piano and sat down.  He ran scales up and down the
keyboard once and got everybody's attention.  Then he launched into a
raucous rendition of "The Entertainer."  He glanced over at his father and
saw him grinning from ear to ear and tapping the rhythm with his foot.

When he was finished everyone applauded.  David got their attention and
raised his glass.  "I propose a toast," he called.  "To Richard!  To Tomas!
The world is a better place for us because of these two!"

As the party wound down, Mr. Roth asked that Danny and James come in.
Everyone complimented them on the meal and thanked them for the
hospitality.

"And it's after 11:00," Mrs. Roth said.  "We didn't mean to keep you here
so late.  We do need to go."

"It's all right, Mrs. Roth," Danny said.  "We're just glad you had a good
evening.

"Thank you both," Richard said as he shook hands with Danny and James.  "It
was wonderful!"

"You've got a first-rate place here, Danny, James," Tomas said to them.  He
lowered his voice.  "I'll be in touch with you.  I want to have a surprise
birthday party for my mother in a few months."

They all left the room, and Danny escorted them to the door.  He locked up,
but he left the lights on outside as their guests found their cars.  He
went back into the private dining room to help James put away anything
perishable.  They would leave the cleaning up to the staff in the morning.

They finally shut the place down, and Danny met James at the back door.

"Tired?" Danny asked.

James put his arms around Danny, and they resumed the kiss they'd begun
hours before.  He ground his hips against Danny, and they both felt the
pulsing dicks between them.

"Not too tired to take care of a couple of pressing problems," James
whispered into Danny's ear.

"Always horny!" Danny grinned.  "What am I going to do with you?"

"Fuck me, I hope," James grinned back.

Danny slapped his ass as they locked up and headed for their car.

The goodbyes out front had taken a while.  Chuck left to escort
Mrs. Morales to her home, and David and Laurie were spending the night at
the Roths.  Richard and Tomas got into their rental car and drove to the
hotel.

"Oh, man, I'm tired," Richard said when they got to their room.

"It's been a busy couple of days," Tomas agreed.  "Damn!  Don't let me
forget to get that Grammy out of the hotel safe before we leave!"  He
started to undress.  "It was a wonderful night, Richard.  I'm glad we
stopped on our way back."

"Wonderful night," Richard agreed.

"I need to shower," Tomas said.

Richard smiled at his lover.  "No, you don't.  You just want an excuse to
get near my naked body, because that's where I'm headed -- the shower."

They laughed together, stripped, and went into the bathroom.  There was a
nice large shower enclosure; they entered, and Richard started the water.

"God, I drank too much tonight," Tomas said.

"Is that your way of saying to need to pee?" Richard smiled.

"No, this is," Tomas grinned.  He held his dick up and pointed it at
Richard's chest.

His stream began immediately, and Richard drew a deep breath as he felt the
warmth of his lover washing down his chest and abs and onto his balls and
thighs.  His own dick was streaming toward Tomas, and they washed each
other with their own water.  Tomas ran his hand over his chest, moving the
warm wetness over his nipples as he watched his own water drip from
Richard's balls.  Then they came together, their depleted dicks stiffening
in anticipation; their arms closed around each other, and their lips met.

Richard loved the velvety feel of Tomas' lips; he waited for a moment,
enjoying them, but then he pressed his tongue onto them.  They parted, and
the lovers kissed deeply.  Their hands caressed backs, shoulders, waists,
ass cheeks.  As their tongues explored, their cocks throbbed between them.

They lathered each other slowly.  They lived together; they traveled
together; they spent every night together.  But their life didn't always
allow them the time they wished, and when they had the time they relished
every moment.

Richard smoothed the white lather over Tomas' chest, brushing his fingers
across his dark nipples.  The whiteness was stark in contrast to Tomas'
dark complexion.  Richard traced his fingers down the center of Tomas'
chest, down his abs, and onto his pubic mound to catch some of the suds and
bring them back up again.  He loved touching this beautiful man; just
touching him -- just a mere touch -- was so exciting.

He pulled Tomas to himself, and they kissed again.  Richard's hands went
behind to Tomas' ass, and he caressed it.  He felt Tomas doing the same,
making love to his ass with his fingers.  He felt a finger slide inside his
crack.  His tongue pressed deeper into Tomas' mouth, and his cock throbbed
harder against Tomas' thigh, as he felt that finger stroke his pucker.

Each time they were together, it was as though they were boys again; the
pure enjoyment of love was never more real to them than when they were
alone.  They would smile at each other in public places, lean into each
other on planes or trains, pass a hand across a hand as they were at a
formal luncheon.  And each time they would know the warmth of love.

Tomas had only to look at Richard in formal dress during a performance with
full orchestra, and he would feel a surge of emotion for this sensitive
lover of his.  Richard could glance at Tomas' businesslike demeanor as he
was negotiating a contract or schedule, and he would marvel at the beauty
of the man.

But when they were alone, that was something very special.

Their kiss continued as Tomas moved them under the water to rinse them off.
They stepped from the shower stall, and Tomas took the large, thick towel
from the warming rack and gently dried his lover's face and neck.  He ran
the towel over Richard's back and chest, and then he kissed the chest
against which he loved to sleep.  He moved the towel to Richard's legs to
dry them, picking up each foot to dry it and then kiss it.  He dried
Richard's groin carefully.  The Dick was hard as he dried it, and Tomas
held it gently, then kissed it when he was through.

Richard luxuriated in the attention of his lover.  They took turns
pampering each other, sometimes sharing a tub, sometimes giving a massage
with warming or scented oils, sometimes reading to each other as they
shared some wine.

And Richard sometimes surprised Tomas with the gift of a sex toy.  They
would laugh and giggle as they unwrapped anal beads or a dick vibrator that
Richard had ordered in the mail.  They would roll around in bed like the
boys they still were as they teased each other and played.

Tomas poured small nightcap for each of them when they got back in the
bedroom.  "Here's to the man who won a Grammy!"

"No, Tomas," Richard.  "Enough of that.  I want to drink to us.  That's
more important to me than some award."

"Then, here's to us -- Tomas and The Dick!"

Richard grinned.  He finished his drink, set the glass aside, and stroked
his hard cock once.  "The Dick wants Tomas."

They lay next to each other on the bed and kissed.  Richard nibbled at
Tomas' ear and neck.  He inhaled the scent of the shower gel and, beneath
it, the scent of Tomas.  He kissed his shoulder and raised his arm to kiss
and suck lightly in Tomas' pit.  He nestled his face there a moment.  The
fingers of one hand were working one nipple as his tongue moved down to
find the other.  Tomas' nipples were very taut, and Richard sucked one into
his mouth, rolling his tongue over it.

"Ummmmm..."  Tomas hummed his pleasure.

Richard picked lightly at the nipple with his teeth as one hand moved
downward to Tomas' dark pubes.  Richard sucked at the nipple again as his
fingers played with the small bush.  Tomas was so smooth.  Richard loved to
run his palms over Tomas' smoothness -- his chest, his abs, his thighs, his
ass -- but he also loved to comb his fingers through that mound of hair.

He lowered himself, and Tomas shifted to open his legs so Richard could
kneel between them.  He sat back on his haunches for a moment, still
playing with the soft pubes.  Seven thick inches pulsed in front of him; a
gleaming drop of precum appeared, grew larger, then ran down and over the
cockhead and onto the shaft.  More precum appeared above it and joined the
stream.  Richard watched it flow into those pubes he loved.

He lowered his face to the bush and sucked at the place where the precum
had moistened it.  The soft hair brushed his cheeks and lips, and he sucked
some of it into his mouth.  It was damp now with his own saliva, but he
could taste the precum in it, too.  He sucked and licked.  He opened his
mouth until it was around the base of Tomas' cock; he licked on the
underside of it and then sucked, feeling the pulsing tube against his lips.

"Ooooooooo... oooooooo..."  Tomas lay his fingers on a nipple and felt the
hard little nub of flesh there.  His entire body was responding to the
touches of Richard's lips.

Richard inhaled deeply again.  He could smell the sex now, his lover's sex.
He brushed his tongue down onto the heavy ballsac and moved the precious
eggs inside around.  He sucked on them, first one and then the other.  As
he sucked, his eyes looked upward at the huge wet cock towering over him.
The most beautiful cock in the world.

He ate his way upward, tasting the smoothness of Tomas' precum all the way,
until he could lick at the little hole itself, the tiny lips from which he
would draw his lover's essence.  He took the cockhead into his mouth and
washed it with his tongue; his fingers gently rolled the balls as he
sucked.

This was the first cock he'd ever tasted, he thought, and the only one he
really wanted.  He remembered the first time.  Right after they had played
together at the piano, when Richard had dared to kiss Tomas on his cheek.
They'd gone up to Richard's room and stripped.  Richard had found himself
kneeling in front of Tomas -- the smaller version of this same dick -- and
knowing immediately that he wanted nothing in the world as much as he
wanted to taste it.

Tomas ran his fingers through Richard's soft hair as his head began to bob
up and down his cock.  He felt his insides quiver.  No one did that to him
except Richard.  He realized a sudden, passionate need to offer all of
himself to Richard, give him everything, every drop...

"Uhn... uhn... uhn..."  Tomas sounded his urgency as he felt the heart of
his sex tightening, the small nut deep inside tightening to pull his balls
up, tightening to prepare...

Richard heard and felt the need, and he went down fully on the big cock,
lodging the head in his throat.  He swallowed and heard the high-pitched
moan from above him.  He sucked faster and moved up and down a few more
times.  And then it was time...

He sucked all the way up the cock, letting his mouth release it as his hand
stroked it rapidly.  The first immense volley hit above his lips and then
fell into his mouth.  The next shot over his nose onto his cheek.  The next
went directly into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat.  Another
harder shot fell onto the other cheek and his chin.  He sucked and licked
the remainder, removing every drop of cum from Tomas' dick.

Tomas sat up and took Richard's head in both hands.  He leaned in to kiss
deeply once, then to lick at the cum covering his face, moving it to
Richard's lips.  They shared it together, their tongues feeding it to one,
then the other.

"Fuck me," Tomas said into Richard's mouth.  "I need The Dick."

He rolled over onto his stomach.  Richard massaged his back for a moment,
tracing the curves and feeling the warmth.  Then he kissed Tomas' beautiful
cheeks as his hands stroked the back of Tomas' thighs.  He licked the
smooth skin and nuzzled his face into the crack.  Tomas opened his legs
wider.

Richard inhaled.  He could never get enough of the scent of his Tomas.  He
smelled just a little different everywhere.  His neck, his pits, his dick,
his balls.  And here, Richard thought, where I enter him.  He kissed the
depths of the crevice and then licked there, where Tomas was always warm,
moist.  He tasted his lover's most private of places, the place where
Richard could bury himself.

His tongue circled the dark pucker and sensed it's tightness, felt it
pulse, tasted the promise of ecstacy.  He lapped at it as though he
couldn't get enough.  He pointed his tongue and opened it just a bit,
tasting, now, the interior of his Tomas.  He pressed his tongue inward,
catching the rim of the hole and pulling it to his lips.  He sucked it.  He
ate it.  He made love to it.

His own cock was leaking now.  He reached down and collected some precum
from it, smoothing it around the hole.  He licked again.  Cock and ass, the
flavor made him light-headed.  He reached for the lube and covered his
purple-red cock, then he lay the cockhead at the entrance.

"Yesssssss Richard... fuck meee... love meeee..."  Tomas' eyes were closed,
and his body was completely limp, every sense focused on the love he was
receiving.

Richard pressed inward, and Tomas opened for him, opened to receive and
accept his love.  His cockhead was grasped tightly by the muscle ring and
then the tunnel itself, and as Richard slowly sank inward it felt as though
Tomas' body were sucking him in... in and down... all of him... his very
soul...

He lay fully on top of Tomas now, his breath tickling the little hairs on
Tomas' neck.  Without raising himself, Richard flexed his hips, and his hot
cock lurched inside Tomas' ass.  They groaned together.  Richard moved
inside him while still lying with his weight on Tomas' back.  The movement
was silght, but it brought an electric pleasure to both of them.

Finally Richard rose on his arms a bit.  He pulled his cock out until,
looking down, he could see that only his cockhead remained buried.  He
slowly entered again, twisting his cock in just the way he had learned that
it would stroke Tomas' prostate.

"Awwwwwwww..."  Tomas' moan brought a smile to Richard's lips, and he
repeated the motion several times.

Leaning down to kiss Tomas' back, Richard began to fuck up and down slowly,
each time burying himself fully and each time rewarded with a moan of
pleasure.  As his strokes began to move a little faster, he began to moan,
too.  His entire body went rigid as he began to pump himself in and out.

"Ooooooo Tomasssssss... oooooooooo..."  His cock felt as though it were
being swallowed each time by a velvet glove, his rock-hard muscle passing
smoothly over the slick surface of Tomas' tunnel.  He moved faster.

Tomas met the rhythm with his own, pressing up and back to receive each
thrust.  He loved to be impaled on that cock!  It was always new, always as
though they were still young boys discovering the pleasure of fucking for
the very first time.

Richard was now hitting Tomas with a loud smack each time he thrust in, and
each sound encouraged both of them -- Richard to fuck in harder, and Tomas
to press back farther.  They fucked, and the room was filled with their
scent and their sounds.

It was soon, Richard thought.  It was impossible, he knew, but he could
even imagine Tomas' prostate getting harder.  His own dick felt like steel,
with no flexibility to it at all, a rod ramming home rapidly...

It was now...

"Ahhhhh..."  Richard groaned loudly as he shot his own essence into the
body of his lover.  His cock thrust widly down again, and another burst of
cum coated Tomas' tunnel.  Then another.

And Tomas' own dick, with the stimulation his nut was receiving, had
stiffened suddenly, and then it squirted against the bed.

Richard was panting as he pumped furiously, his cock exploding again and
again...  Each thrust another burst of his love...

And then he was finished.  He collapsed on top of Tomas, his stomach
muscles and thighs quivering from the effort of producing the energy needed
to seed his lover.

They didn't speak.  They didn't need to.  After a while they rolled over
and arranged themselves together.  They fell asleep with Tomas' head on
Richard's chest, just over his heart.

The next morning they dressed and packed hurriedly.  Tomas had decided not
to trust the Grammy to the baggage people at the airline.  They stopped at
an express shipping office.  The woman at the counter wasn't quite sure
what it was that she was packing, but she knew to handle it very carefully.

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

Tomas looked around to find a small dark-haired boy, about nine or ten,
behind him.

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

Tomas saw a couple of bikes outside on the sidewalk and a second boy
waiting beside them, holding a couple of fishing poles.

"Please, ma, we..."

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

The boy was already outside, and the bikes disappeared down the street.

Tomas got back in the car and headed for the highway and the airport.  At
the edge of town they caught up with the boys on their bikes just as they
were turning off into a wooded area.  Tomas told Richard about the exchange
in the shipping office.

"They remind me of us," Tomas said.

"Us?" Richard asked.  "We never went fishing in our lives."

"No.  We found some other things to do.  Want to bet these boys will, too?"

As he pulled around the bikes, Tomas honked and waved at the two boys.
They looked puzzled, but they waved back.

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

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


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