Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2008 18:21:00 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 3  (t/b  oral)

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

Copyright 2008 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved.

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TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 3 (t/b oral)



Richard groaned quietly as he shot his cum into his hand. He felt three
hard shots as his cock dripped the last of his juice. He carefully pulled
his hand up from under the sheet, but there were barely more than a couple
of drops. When would he be able to cum like Tomas? He smelled his juice and
licked it up, moving the tangy but watery cream around in his mouth. Tomas'
cum was better, he smiled to himself.

He reached under the sheet and pulled his briefs back up. He let a long
sigh escape, remembering that afternoon. In Tomas' own house, in his own
bedroom, on his own bed, he had had sex with another boy for the first time
in his life. He'd gotten hard again on the way home and jacked off in the
shower.  He'd loved the sensation of the hot water on his skin as he jacked
his dick.  He wondered what it would be like to be with Tomas in the
shower.  Richard sighed again and reached under the sheet to cup his dick
and balls in his briefs. He'd never had such a wonderful day.

But you're not gay just because you jack off with a friend.  One time.  All
guys jack off, he reminded himself.  Probably some guys jack off in the
shower, too.  It sure makes a guy feel great.  But it makes a guy feel kind
of bad afterwards.  Did Tomas feel that way?

He did not sleep well.

When he woke the next morning the sun was shining brightly into his
eyes. He saw that his little brother, Davy, had already left for the
day. It was a Saturday, and there was no reason to get out of bed. Not
without getting completely naked, stretching his legs, and jacking off. He
grinned. His morning wood insisted on a piss first, but his bladder would
have to wait. He had other needs.

He let his naked body enjoy the fresh air that was coming in through the
window, but he just had to hold his dick, feel it's warmth in his hand,
sense it's gradual stiffening against his palm.  When it was fully hard he
began to stroke slowly.  His other hand moved to his balls to urge himself
to that high higher than any high, and he grunted loudly as his drops were
shot onto his bare pubis.

He walked, naked, across the hallway and into the bathroom, very aware of
the warm moisture against his skin just above his dick.  He stepped into
the shower and turned the water on, but he moved back so it wasn't hitting
him. He held his cock out toward the drain and began to piss.

"Ooooo..." he sighed. That felt so good -- he'd really needed to go.

He moved his dick so he was pissing on his leg, then he angled it so his
flow was hitting the inside of his thigh. It felt so warm! As his eyes
followed the stream down his leg, his nerves followed the warmth of the
stream. He pointed his dick at his other thigh. Nice.

Then he held his dick straight up and watched it shoot like a
fountain. When some of it fell on his pubic mound he moved it so the flow
hit his belly. He breathed out in pleasure as he felt the warmth trickle
down his smooth mound and around his balls. The last few drops covered his
dickhead and his fingers.

He stepped into the water then, and he showered slowly, moving his hands
around and over everything he could reach.

After he dried he sat on the toilet seat.  That's when it hit him, what he
had just done.  Not satisfied with jacking off while he dreamed of Tomas,
he'd then pissed on himself.  Pissed on himself!  He was making himself
queer for sure!  Not just queer, but some kind of pervert!  No boy pissed
on himself!  A wave of depression washed over him, and he tried to shake it
off.  No, he thought.  I can take care of this.  I just have to watch
myself.  That's all.

Richard stood naked in front of the full length mirror on the back of the
door. Need more muscle for sure, he thought. Tomas' chest is gorgeous, with
those rounded pecs. Richard's dick was at half-staff, and he moved it
around with his fingers. It'll grow, he knew. But how big? And when the
hell was he going to get real hair, not just those little whisps he could
hardly see?

He turned around. Ass isn't bad, he thought. But then he remembered the
round firmness of Tomas' ass. He didn't compare at all.

He put his clothes on slowly.  What had happened with Tomas... Well, that
was pretty hot, all right.  But it was a one-time thing.  Just something
guys do for each other sometimes, help each other out.  Friends could help
each other out, but just a one-time thing.  He'd gotten carried away
because he'd been so horny.  I just can't do that again, he thought.  I'll
just have to watch himself, that's all.  He wondered if he and Tomas were
still friends after... that.

He threw on some clothes and grabbed a poptart. He mother was always after
him about eating a good breakfast, but she was never there to fix it, so he
ate what he could find. Tomas had told him he was working at the grocery
store, and he decided to drop by just to say hello.  After all, there was
no point in avoiding the guy completely.  And they were friends.  Weren't
they?  After that stuff in Tomas' bedroom, maybe Tomas thought he didn't
want to be friends.  Did all guys feel bad... afterwards?

He went to the back entrance where the loading dock was located. As he
rounded the corner he halted abruptly at the scene. Tomas was carrying
crates of something or other into the store. He was wearing a tight white
t-shirt.  There just were no other shoulders like that in the seventh
grade.

Tomas finally saw him and motioned him over. "You just going to stand there
looking?" he grinned.

"Yeah, as long as I got something to look at," Richard deadpanned.

Tomas' grin broadened. "I got lots to look at, buddy." Lowering his voice,
he said, "Can't talk right now, but I have my lunch hour in 20
minutes. Meet me in the park over there?"  He pointed.

"Yeah, sure." Richard smiled again and turned to walk down the alley as
Tomas carried the last of the crates inside.  Richard walked across the
street to the park and found a bench in view of the store. Tomas joined him
as soon as he could.

"So, what are you up to this morning?" Tomas asked.

"About four inches," Richard said with a straight face.  Shit, he thought.
That's a joke... but the wrong kind!  Can't help it, need to keep my mouth
shut...  Can't wisecrack like that...

But Tomas laughed. He looked at Richard's crotch. "Well, there's something
in there, all right."

Richard decided to change the subject. "Wait," he said. "what time do you
get off work?"

"I just work until 3:00," Tomas answered.

"Good. My folks won't be home until late tonight, and my little brother's
gone, too -- he's going to eat supper at a friend's. I'm all alone,"
Richard grinned. "Want to hang out?" he asked.  His face suddenly turned
solemn.  "To help with my homework, I mean."

He gave Tomas directions, and just after 3:00 his doorbell rang.

"Wow, man. This is some layout you've got here." Tomas was impressed with
the largest house he'd ever been in.

"It's just a house," Richard shrugged. "Come on up to my room."

But Tomas was still looking around at room like none he'd ever seen before.
He moved along the hall to a large room.

"You've got a piano?  Hey, that's a grand piano, too, isn't it, like the
one at school?"

"No," Richard said.  "The one at school is a baby grand; this is a full
sized one.  My mom's.  Well," he shrugged, "I play it, too."

"Really? You take lessons and all?"

"Used to, where we lived before.  Mom is going to find somebody here who
can... well, who can teach more... advanced students."  Richard was
obviously embarrassed talking about himself.

"Play something for me, Richard."  Tomas repeated his request before
Richard could protest, so Richard pulled some sheet music out of the piano
bench and sat down.

Richard hit a few chords, looked up at the music, and began to play.  It
was music Tomas had never heard before.  He watched Richard's fingers fly
over the keyboard, faster, then slower.  The music became a little louder,
then softer.  Richard started humming, and then he began to sing.

His voice was high; he was still a boy soprano.  The music filled the room,
Richard's voice soaring above the notes accompanying him.  He closed his
eyes, playing now from memory, until the strange song came to an end.  He
pulled his hands from the keyboard, embarrassed.

"Richard," Tomas said, his voice a whisper after the sounds that had just
filled the room.  "What was that...? That was beautiful."

"Schubert," Richard answered abruptly.  "Just one of Schubert's lieder."

"What's that, lieder?"

"It just means 'songs,'" Richard said, putting the music away.  "It's
German for 'songs.'"

"Is that what you were singing?" Tomas asked.  "German?"

"I don't speak it.  See, I was in this boys choir where we used to live,
and we learned all that stuff just by learing the syllables."

"That was awesome, Richard!"

Richard looked at him to make sure he wasn't teasing or taunting him.

"Just some of the..." Richard shrugged.  "Some of the sissy music I play."

"Hey," Tomas, "there's nothing sissy about what you just did!  I'm serious,
Richard.  You are amazing!  Man, your hands were flying all over the place!
I could never do anything like that.  Must be hard to play the piano."

"Well, you have to practice a lot," Richard said.  "But it's not as hard as
you think."  He grinned.  "I can have you playing the piano in 60 seconds.
A real piece of music, I mean."

"Huh?"

"Sure.  Here, sit down," and Richard patted the bench beside him.  "You do
just what I tell you, and we'll play a duet."

Tomas had no idea what Richard was talking about.

Richard took Tomas' hands and placed them both on the keyboard below middle
C.  He arranged Tomas' fingers carefully on the right keys.  Tomas felt
Richard's hands, gentle and soft, move his fingers, and he watched his
friend's eyes, so intent.

"Now," Richard instructed.  "Hit all those keys your fingers are touching
at the same time."

Tomas did.  He played a full chord!  He grinned.

"Now keep your right hand at these keys, and move your left hand like
this."  Richard clasped both of Tomas' hands and moved them to another
chord.  He helped Tomas hit that chord.  In a few moments, Tomas' left hand
was moving on its own over four different chords.

"Now, like this."  Richard played the same chords, both hands, above middle
C.  "And this is the rhythm.  Bompa-bompa bompa-bompa bompa-bompa
bompa-bompa..."  He demonstrated.

"Now, I'm going to play the melody up here."  Richard moved his fingers a
bit.  "You start at the same time I start, with that rhythm."

Richard started to play a simple melody, and Tomas began a little late.
The resulting sound was pretty horrendous.  Both boys stopped immediately
and began laughing.

"Man, you stink!" Richard laughed, and Tomas agreed.

Tomas started to get up.

"No, no," Richard said, stopping him.  "We're going to do this.  Down.  Sit
down."  He helped Tomas find the right notes again.  "This time you start
-- bompa-bompa bompa-bompa -- like that, and I'll come in."

Tomas looked skeptically at the keyboard, took a breath, and began.  His
first couple of chords were a little hesitant, but when he realized he was
hitting the keys correctly, he got into the rhythm.

Richard joined him.  Only this time Richard wasn't playing the simple
melody he'd played before.  He was using both hands to play chords that
rippled above the bass accompaniment Tomas was providing.

Richard threw his head back and started to sing.  "Heart and soul, I fell
in love with you; Heart and soul, the way a fool would do, madly, Because
you held me tight and stole a kiss in the night..."

He repeated the verse, and, in his exuberance, he leaded over to Tomas and
kissed him on the cheek.  The he resumed the song, singing at the top of
his lungs.

Tomas froze, his fingers just above the keyboard.  He smiled.  Then he
returned to the music, catching up with the rhythm set by Richard and
pounding the keyboard to make his music as loud as Richard's.

Richard began to speed up the tempo, and Tomas tried to keep up.  Pretty
soon the song had become a cacophony, and the boys collapsed in laughter
and giggles.

"Man, we both stink!" Tomas laughed.

"You were doing pretty good there until I sped it up," Richard giggled.
"Hey, "let's go up to my room."

Tomas followed him up the stairs and down a hallway.

"The other way is my folks room.  Davy -- my little brother -- we have our
rooms down here." He showed Tomas his room, still not finished and smelling
of plaster.

"Whoa! You have this whole room to yourself?" Tomas thought the room was
larger than both bedrooms in his own home put together.

"Well, when it's done I will. I'm sleeping over here with my little brother
until then," Richard said, leading Tomas into the room next to it. Standing
in the middle of the room, Richard suddenly became very nervous, uncertain
just what to do. The thirteen-year-old in front of him was a little
intimidating. Richard was very self-conscious.

"We want to be alone, together, right?" Tomas asked. His voice was softer,
and richard relaxed. "It's okay then," Tomas said. "We don't have to do
anything you don't want to do. In fact, we don't have to do anything. We
can just sit here and talk. I... I think just being together..."

"Tomas..."  Richard was shaking.  "I... I don't know if this is right.  I
mean, guys...  What I did down there... I shouldn't..."  He lowered himself
slowly to the edge of his bed.  "Am I... are we...?"

Tomas stood still, watching his friend.

"It's just you and me here, Richard.  We don't have to do anything.  But I
want this, as much as I think you do," Tomas said, standing in front of
him.

"See, downstairs... when I...  I don't want you to think there's anything
wrong with me," Richard said.

"Wrong?"

Richard lowered his eyes to the floor.  "See, last year, they called me
that, too.  They started calling me "The Dick."

"The Dick?"  Tomas sounded puzzled.

"Because of my name.  Richard.  They called me 'The Dick' a lot.  Then they
started thinking I was... queer."

"I already told you," Tomas said.  "It doesn't really matter what other
people think..."

"But it does.  I mean, it hurts when... people hate you."  Richard spoke
quietly but with a tone that implied he'd had a lot of such experience.

"You don't think I hate you, do you?" Tomas asked.  He sat on the bed next
to Richard.  "I like you, Richard.  We're friends, aren't we?  It doesn't
matter to me that you're Jewish.  And if you're gay..."

"But I'm not," Richard said firmly.

"Then we can just do what friends do for each other, okay?"  Tomas
hesitantly put his arm around Richard's shoulder.  The boys sat there for a
moment.

Tomas realized Richard had not pulled away from the arm around his
shoulder.  Had it not been for that, he might have pulled away himself.  He
felt the warmth of the body next to him, of the shoulder under his hand.
Was Richard waiting?  And he wondered, Am I?  They just sat there for a
moment.

He turned his face just enough that he could lightly kiss Richard's cheek.

Then he stood up, but he remained close.  "I think we want the same thing,
Richard.  Do we?"

Richard rose slowly, stepped over to Tomas, and leaned in enough to return
the kiss.  This time it was on the lips.  One light kiss, and it spoke more
eloquently than either boy would have been able to speak.  The kiss broken,
the two boys stood looking at each other for a minute.  Tomas put his arms
lightly around Richard's waist, and Richard slowly raised his arms until
they were around Tomas.  He leaned his head against the older boy's
chest. For a long time the two simply stood there, giving and accepting the
touch of each other's body.

Tomas moved first to pull his t-shirt over his head.  Richard stepped back
slightly and watched the slow appearance of Tomas' taut belly, his muscled
chest, the underarms showing no more than a light beginning of hair, the
strong arms... And then, with the t-shirt off, he saw Tomas' face gazing at
him, waiting... waiting for a response.

The response has to some from me, Richard thought.  There sure as hell
isn't anybody else here.  From me.

Richard unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.  Somewhere, in the back
of his mind something was telling him he should be embarrassed showing his
smaller, weaker body to the athlete in front of him; but he ignored that
thought.  Another part of his mind was telling him that if he did this it
could never be undone.

Tomas had stopped undressing, leaving his jeans on, waiting to see if he
should continue.  But Richard unzipped and took his jeans off.  Tomas did
the same.  The boys were wearing only their briefs now.  Their eyes raced
over the flesh that had been revealed.

But Richard needed to touch.  He stepped closer and lay his hand at the
center of Tomas' chest, moved his fingers lightly, following the curves,
brushing the nipples.  He moved his hand down to Tomas' abs and back up
again.  He had never touched anything as beautuful.

Tomas placed his hand on Richard's chest and flicked his fingertips over
the hard nipples.  Then both boys used both hands, feeling each other's
skin, hands bumping into each other, arms twisting, until Tomas put both
his arms around Richard.

"I want this as much as you do," Tomas whispered.  "But I need to know that
you want it, too."

"Yes," Richard said, almost as if in a dream.  "Yes, I want it.  I want it
with you."

Tomas kissed his lips again, but this time he left his lips there.  They
felt the velvety smoothness of the younger boy's lips, the warmth, the
sensuous movement.  Richard parted his lips, and their tongues met slowly,
carefully, gently caressing each other.  A sound somewhere between a sigh
and a whimper escaped Richard's mouth before Tomas' lips sealed it shut
again.

As often as he had dreamed of actually touching Tomas, he'd never dreamed
of kissing him.  Their tongues probed slowly and hesitantly at first, and
then more deeply.

Their bodies were as close together as they could get, their naked chests
pressing skin-on-skin, the bulges at their groins grinding into each other.
They kissed with eagerness, with longing, with satisfaction that each had
found a boy like himself.  Tomas' hands moved down to Richard's tight ass
and hugged it into himself.  He felt as though his cock would soon burst
out of his briefs.

As they parted, Richard dared to cup his hand under the bulge in Tomas'
briefs.  He felt the heat; he felt the wet spot that had already leaked
through the cotton.  He squeezed and felt the hardness of the tool so
tightly confined.  Tomas groaned with pleasure.

Richard reached for Tomas' waistband and pulled it down, his hands shaking.
The big, dark cock sprang up and slapped Tomas' belly when it was freed,
and Tomas stepped out of his briefs.  Tomas was naked and fully aroused.
His cock pointed upward, proudly.  His dark pubes formed a small, tight
circle around the base of his shaft, and the cockhead gleamed with a drop
of precum.

Richard got on his knees.  It's like a dream, he thought to himself, but a
dream that is somehow real, a dream I've wanted to be real...  He had never
imagined a cock could be such a beautiful thing.  He abandoned all his
reservations.  He needed to touch.  His fingertips ran gently from the base
to the cockhead, and he got a drop of Tomas' precum on his finger.  He
brought it to his mouth and savored its smoothness, its delicious
salty-sweetness.  He glanced up to see Tomas smile at him, and then he did
something that, at that moment, seemed perfectly natural, somehow knowing
he had needed it for a long time but without ever having admitted it.

He licked at Tomas' cockhead once, tasting his precum again, then he sucked
the entire cockhead into his mouth.  He immediately felt lightheaded,
almost dizzy.  His mouth was filled with a living thing!  It was hot
against the inside of his cheeks, tangy on his tongue.  It filled his mouth
more than he imagined a cock would.  He sucked and felt like whimpering
like a baby; he had never been happier in his life.  He suddenly felt that
he had done the most "male" thing he'd ever done in his whole life.

His fingers found Tomas' balls, and he was rewarded with a moan from the
older teen above him.  He put his other hand around the hot tube extending
from his mouth and sucked a few more times before removing it.  He licked
around the cockhead, flicking his tongue over Tomas' little hole, then
licking down the entire five inches to the base, buried inside just above
the ballsac.  His nose was filled with the delicious scent of the teen, of
cock, of balls, of thirteen-year-old manhood.  He licked around and around
the shaft.

Tomas moaned and placed his hands on the head of his cocksucker, his
fingers roaming through the soft hair.  He pressed his groin into the mouth
feeding on him, and when he felt Richard's fingers on his balls he spread
his legs just a little farther apart.  The tongue washing his shaft felt
like fire burning hot scalding water washing him, a live thing curling
sliding moving around and around his hard dick.

"Oh, fuck," Tomas groaned when Richard returned to suck his wet cockhead.
"Richard, you're... I'm going to cum soon..."

That was all Richard needed to hear.  He sucked faster, somehow knowing to
draw his tongue up along the underside of the big cock each time he pulled
away a bit.  He nursed on it, fed it into his face, pulled away slightly
only to plunge deeply onto it again... He felt the cockhead harden even
more, and...

"Uhhh...uhhhhh...oooooooo..."  Tomas shot his cream into the eager mouth at
his dick.

The first shot was hard and slammed against the back of Richard's mouth,
then slid down his throat.  He was surprised by it and almost gagged, and
he moved back so only the cockhead was in his mouth just in time for Tomas'
second shot to fill his mouth with the hot tangy sauce he'd never known he
had craved, the cream from the cock he'd sucked himself, the cum straight
from the balls in his hand... He swallowed, then swallowed again each time
his mouth was filled.

Tomas' moans became a long sigh as the last of his cum oozed out into
Richard's mouth and onto the tongue waiting for it.  Richard licked at the
cockhead, washing it with his tongue and swallowing every drop he could
get.  Then he fell back against the bed.

He could not believe he had just sucked another boy's dick.

Tomas had almost collapsed when his cum started.  His knees had almost
buckled from under him.  He flexed his thighs and held himself up as he
finished emptying his balls into Richard, then, he lowered himself to the
floor.  He was exhausted.

Neither boy spoke for a while, each recovering in his own way.

Tomas' hand finally found Richard's thigh.  He squeezed it.  "Let's get up
on the bed," he whispered hoarsely.

They piled onto the bed and on top of each other and lay there, enjoying
the skin, the warmth.  Then Tomas turned Richard onto his back and pulled
his legs apart.  He got on his knees between the twelve-year-old's legs and
leaned down.

"My turn now," he smiled.  He kissed Richard and tasted his own cum on his
lips.

His licked the boy's slender chest, sucking gently on each nipple for a
moment.  Richard moaned at the unexpected pleasure as Tomas flicked his
tongue over the tender little nubs in his mouth.  He licked downward and
into the bellybutton.  He felt and tasted the baldness of Richard's pubic
mound, then he kissed around his dick and balls into the crevice between
the ballsac and his thigh.  Tomas felt his entire face surrounded by the
heat and smoothness of the boy's sex.

Richard moaned and opened his legs even farther.

Tomas moved his warm tongue onto the boy's ballsac, tasting and smelling
the unique scent.  He moved each of Richard's balls with his tongue,
washing them and, one at a time, taking them into his mouth to suck gently.

"Oh fuck, that's so sweet...oh yea yea yea..."  Richard's head moved from
side to side; his pleasure was so intense he needed to cum, immediately
needed to cum, needed to cum at once, now...

Tomas moved his tongue from the underside of Richard's ballsac, upward
between his hot balls, and onto the base of his hard dick.  He kissed
there, then he pursed his lips and sucked.  Richard's moans came louder,
and Tomas sucked harder and faster at the base of the cockshaft.

"Oh god let me cum make me cum got to cum..."  Richard's voice was pitched
higher now, pleading.

Tomas made his wet tongue broad and limp, and he raked it slowly up the
underside of Richard's dick.  When he reached the top, he quickly sucked
the cockhead into his mouth.  He sucked once, twice, gently squeezing
Richard's smooth balls; then he sucked harder a third time...

"Awwww...awww...ooooooooo..." Richard came with more violence than he had
ever cum before.  His hips bucked into Tomas' mouth as though he were
trying to force his entire body into the dark, wet cavity that was pleasing
him.  His cock thrashed around, but Tomas held it tightly with his lips
fastened just beneath the crown.  He sucked each shot of cum the younger
boy would give him and swallowed.

When all he could do was milk the remaining watery cum from the oozing
lips, Tomas sucked more gently.  Then he pulled away just enough to lick.

"Oh... oh... oh... oh...oh..." Richard's breaths were interspersed with the
sounds of his awe at the most intense feeling he'd ever experienced.  His
breathing gradually slowed and became quieter.  Only then did he become
aware that Tomas was lying next to him again, gently stroking his chest.

No boy ever forgets his first blow job, and Richard would remember this
vividly.

"So...awesome... I never knew... it could be like that.  How did you know
to do all that?"  Richard's voice was still husky.

"Well, we don't know each other well enough to share all our little secrets
yet, do we?"  Tomas grinned and kissed Richard's cheek.  "And you were
pretty awesome, too.  That's a sweet dick you got there.  The Dick."  He
grinned.

"The Dick," Richard repeated.  He grinned.  Last year that had been a taunt
at which he'd winced.  But from Tomas it was an endearment.  And that was
different.  Very different.

"Yet.  You said 'yet.'"  Richard grinned up at him.  "Does that mean
there'll be more?"

"Oh, you can count on that, buddy."  Tomas sprang up from the bed.  "But
now we'd better get dressed.  Mom's going to get back in a half hour or so.
I'd better get dressed and get home.  And cleaned up a little."  He
grinned.  "I can't very well let her see some drops of cum on my lips."

"Oh, did I miss some?"  Richard grinned wickedly, licking his lips with
exaggerated lust.

Tomas pulled his briefs on, then pulled his jeans on.  "Don't worry.  This
is only the beginning.  There's lots more where that came from.  Fresh from
the source."  He smiled, kissed Richard briefly on the lips, and left.

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The piano scene in this chapter is an homage to the movie "A Boy's Life,"
in which such a scene is shown.  It stars a very young Leonardo DeCaprio,
who befriends a gay boy his own age.  The relationship is merely a subplot,
but this is a beautiful scene in a very good film.