Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2008 09:58:51 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 6   (b/b t/b  oral anal)

This story is completely fiction, describing the relationships among a teen
and younger boys.  If this offends you, or if you are not 18 years of age,
or if it is illegal where you reside to read such material, you must leave
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Copyright 2008 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved.

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TOMAS THE THE DICK - Chapter 6  (b/b t/b oral anal)




When Richard woke 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 your legs, and jacking off. He grinned.  He loved
mornings like this. His morning wood always insisted on a piss first, but
his bladder would have to wait.

He put one hand behind his head and stroked his dick with the other. At
twelve, he was four inches long. Well, not really four, but getting closer,
and he couldn't wait for it to grow longer. Thinking of Tomas' five inches,
five inches of thick, dark, pulsing... He groaned lightly as his own cock
grew. He pumped slowly. There was no rush. He hoped his cum would be a hard
one, one which produced more than his usual. He wanted to cover his entire
body with it...

"Whatcha doing?" The little voice burst the bubble of his fantasy.

Davy had just walked into the room.

"Shit. Nothing!" Richard yanked at the sheet, but in his haste to cover
himself he only tangled the sheet around one foot. It wouldn't move.

"I know what you're doing," Davy said as he walked over to his brother's
bed, his eyes on the hard dick waving around with Richard's frantic yanks
on the sheet. "You're jacking, aren't you?" He giggled.

Richard finally got the sheet pulled higher and looked up at his
brother. "None of your business."

"Well, you do it a lot in bed at night. And this is my room. So I guess it
is my business." Davy's grin indicated that his little brother was no
threat. And that, even though he was only nine, he just might know a little
more about what older boys do than Richard had thought.

"What do you know about it?" Richard said with a frown on his face. He sat
up. "You're too little to know about that stuff."

Davy sucked in his breath and retorted, "I know you pull at your peter and
white stuff comes out and that's what makes babies! All the boys know
that!"

Richard swung his feet onto the floor, careful to keep the sheet at his
groin. He grinned and ruffled the hair of his little brother. He knew Davy
hated that.

"Okay, okay, so you know all about it."

"So, show me your peter," Davy said, not giving ground to let his brother
stand up. "Roger's brother showed him his. Oh!" He covered his mouth for a
moment. "I wasn't supposed to tell anybody."

Richard's problem was that Davy had interrupted him. His dick had deflated
immediately when Davy had spoken, but now it was hard again. He had to do
something. What the hell, he thought. He pulled the sheet aside and let his
cock stand freely. The damp cockhead glistened in the sunlight.

"Wow!" Davy said, his eyes wide. "Is that wet stuff, is that the sperms?"

"No," Richard said, taking his cock in his hand. "That's precum. You get it
before you cum."

"Then let me watch you do it. Please, Richard. I won't tell anybody, I
promise.  I swear!"

"Yeah, just like you promised not to tell about Roger and his brother,"
Richard said. But he was already stroking.  He knew he shouldn't.  But he
couldn't help it.

"No, really, I won't," Davy pleaded.

It was then that Richard looked down at his brother's briefs and realized
that Davy was getting a little stiffie. He found himself, strangly, turned
on by the thought of his nine-year-old brother getting a little boner. His
cock throbbed in his hand.

"I'll let you watch, but you've got to do something to show me you'll keep
quiet.  Like, a deal. You've got to pull your underpants off." Richard
stopped the movement of his hand on his cock to let Davy consider.

"Deal," Davy said, and he quickly pulled his briefs down. "But you can't
tell I got naked, either."

"Deal," Richard grinned, and he resumed stroking. His eyes were on Davy's
little boy's dick, already standing away from his body. He hadn't seen his
brother's dick for a long time, not since he was a baby.  Must be around
two-and-a-half inches, he guessed.  So, Davy's growing up, too, he thought.

Davy's hand moved unself-consciously to his little dick and rubbed it. His
eyes were fastened on the bigger dick in front of him, watching it throb
and move in his brother's hand.

"Can... can I touch it?" Davy asked.

"Okay. Here." Richard took Davy's small hand and placed it around the shaft
of his cock. He showed him how to slide it up and down.

"Ooooooo," Davy breathed. "It's so hot. It's hard."

"It's called a boner, when you get hard," Richard said.

"I know that." Davy sounded a little irritated that his big brother had
underestimated his knowledge about boy things. "I got one, too," he
said. And he raised his hard little dick in his other hand so Richard could
see.

"Cool, little bro. That's a nice one..." But Richard's mind was moving in
other directions as the small hand jacking it brought him closer. "Oh,
yeah, Davy, keep doing it that way... Yea, keep doing it..."

With a loud grunt, Richard's groin lurched forward into Davy's hand, his
stomach muscles knotted, and his cock shot his cum onto the floor of the
room. Richard placed his hand over his brother's to keep him stroking, and
one more shot landed on the floor, and a little oozed out to remain on his
cockhead.

That's a little more than usual, Richard thought. Maybe getting another guy
to do you makes it better. He grinned.

"And that's the sperms?" Davy poked at the little bit of cum on his
brother's thigh.

"Unhuh..." Richard wiped it up with his finger and licked it. He noticed
that Davy's little boner was still in his hand.

"You ever dry cum?" Richard asked.

"Uh... no. I mean, Roger says he does, but I'm always afraid it'll make me
pee." Davy resumed pulling at his little dick.

"Naw, won't make you pee," Richard said. "Let me show you." He replaced
Davy's hand with his own, but he couldn't hold it right. "Here, bro, sit up
here on the bed next to me."

Davy settled himself next to his brother, and Richard reached between his
smooth thighs and grasped the little peter and began to stroke it with his
thumb and two fingers.

"Awww, Richard... awww, that feels so good," Davy sighed. "Do it more."

Richard grinned. As long as he was making things happen, he thought, he
might as well go for it.  He moved his fingers a little faster over the
little dick.

"Oh! Oh!" Davy's voice was high and his eyes huge at the unexpected
sensation.  He groaned.

Remembering how sensitive his own cockhead was, Richard began to flick his
thumb over Davy's little mushroom with each upward stroke.

"Uh...uh... Richard, don't...better stop gonna make me pee... got to
pee..." Davy's little voice was filled with an urgency he didn't
understand, but he knew something was about to happen. He felt his
brother's hand on his tiny balls, and then it happened.

"Ahhh... oooooooo..." The little hard tool thrashed against Richard's
finger, becoming harder yet.  Davy stiffened and then, with a long cry of
pleasure, he went limp.  When Davy's peter softened a bit, Richard let it
fall from his fingers.

Davy fell backward onto the bed. Richard smiled and rubbed his warm little
belly. Kind of cute for a little kid, I guess, he thought.

"And that was a cum," he explained quietly to his brother. "You're not old
enough to shoot, but your dick sure knows what to do. Good, huh?"

"Like awesome," Davy whispered. "You did it for me!"

"Yeah, and it's our secret, right? You can't tell anybody, not even Roger,
or we'll both be in deep shit. Got it?" Richard's face matched the
seriousness of his tone.

"Yeah, sure," Davy said, still in the throes of his recovery. "But... Can
we do it again?"

"Sure. Sometime." Richard got up and headed for the bathroom their bedrooms
shared.  He stepped into the water, and he showered slowly, moving his
hands around and over everything he could reach.

When he got back to the bedroom, Davy had gone, probably to play with his
buddy Roger. Shit, Richard thought. Would Davy tell his little buddy their
secret? No, he could keep secrets.

Richard stood naked in front of the full length mirror on the back of the
door.  Need more muscle, he thought.  Tomas' chest is gorgeous, with those
rounded pecs.  His 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 dressed and decided he'd better get a little piano practice in.  He was
supposed to spend the night at Tomas' for the first time, and he needed
something to keep his mind occupied or he'd be hard all day!

Tomas had decided to bike for a while.  Almost before he knew for sure he
was going there, Tomas was back there again, in front of the house he'd not
been inside of for over a year.  He stopped on the sidewalk.  The place was
full of wonderful memories.  His dick stirred in his briefs.  Maybe it
wasn't such a good idea, though.  I'm older now, Tomas thought to himself,
sort of on my own...  I... maybe I don't belong here any more...

But this time he made it as far as the front door.

Tomas was full of doubts as he found himself on the front porch, his hand
reaching for the doorbell.

He heard the familiar chime from inside the house, but there was no other
sound.  As he started to press the bell again, the door opened.

"Tomas!"

"Hi, Chuck," Tomas responded.  He grinned nervously.

"Come in, come in, Tomas."  The man opened the screen, and Tomas entered.

"My, you have grown!"  Chuck stood back for a moment and looked the boy
over.  "And as lovely as ever."  He smiled.

The smile was all Tomas needed.  He grinned again and threw his arms around
the man; they hugged tightly for a moment.  When they parted Chuck leaned
down to kiss the boy's cheek.

"I... I didn't know if I should come..." Tomas began.

"You're always welcome here, honey.  You know that."  Chuck kissed his
cheek again.

And Tomas knew he had made the right decision to come here.  Chuck, his
friend, was now in his late thirties.  Until just over a year ago Chuck had
also been his mentor and lover.  They had met when Chuck became Tomas'
tutor when the boy was only seven and in the second grade.  Chuck was
responsible for teaching Tomas to read so well, to improve his grades.

Chuck had also been responsible for Tomas' introduction to sex.  And to
love.  The kind of love Tomas yearned for and needed.  As they had spent
many hours together studying, they had also spent many hours together in
Chuck's bedroom.  The boy had given Chuck his virginity.  He had learned to
love.

Sitting on the familiar couch, Tomas cleared his throat.  "I came... You
said it might be girls or it might be boys I'd like when I got older.
Well, it's boys.  But you know that."  Tomas remembered the conversations
they'd had when Chuck had been preparing him for friends his own age.

"I met this guy."  Tomas looked up.  "I... See, we've been together.  You
know, sucked.  I let him fuck me."

"You are growing up!"  Chuck smiled.

"See, I'm not scared of it any more.  Being gay, I mean.  Nobody knows,
though.  Except Richard -- the guy I met.  But I can be... I can be the way
I want to be with him.  He's gay, too."

"I knew you'd find someone, honey."  Chuck had loved Tomas as much, if not
more, than any of his boys.  Except, of course, Tyler.  "You're a beautiful
boy now," he said.

"And I remember what you taught me," Tomas said.  "So..."  He smiled.

"So, your friend gets treated very well, does he?"  Chuck chuckled.  "I'm
sure he does."

Tomas laughed.  He felt more relaxed now.  "Yeah, I give him a good time.
And, I do it because I like it.  And, I like it with him.  He's kind of
special.  We're boyfriends."

"That's good, Tomas.  He must be special if you like him so much," Chuck
said.

"I want to fuck him, see... And I want to be careful, like you taught me.
Because I want him to really like it."  Tomas spoke a little hurriedly now.
"I don't want him... not to like it."

Chuck moved from his chair to sit next to Tomas on the couch.  He took both
of Tomas' hands in his.  "Tomas, you know how to please him.  Go slowly,
and remember it all, just like you learned.  But, Tomas, you know how.
What is it, Tomas?  Why did you come to see me?"

Tomas looked down at his hands for a moment.  "How do you know?" he asked
quietly.  He looked up at his older friend.  "I mean, I know boys can love
each other, like you said.  I know that Richard is really special, and I
like him a lot.  How do you know when it's love?"

Chuck was quiet for a moment.  "You really have grown," he said, more to
himself than to his young friend.  "You're only thirteen, Tomas.  When you
really like someone so much that you share sex with him, that's doesn't
mean it's love."

"But... I think about him all the time.  It's not just the sex..."

"Boys are horny all the time, Tomas," Chuck smiled.  "And a gay boy is
going to think about other boys a lot."

"No, not other boys, Chuck.  Just Richard.  I want to be with him.  I want
to do things that make him happy.  He's my best friend, but he's more than
that.  I want... When I'm with him I feel so different..."

Chuck sat quietly.  Then he spoke, slowly.  "Maybe you've just answered
your question, Tomas.  If it's that different, if it's not just sex..."  He
let his words die away.

"I guess you're right."  Tomas smiled.  "I guess I'm right, I mean.  His
smile became a grin.  "He's so different than anybody I ever thought I'd be
with.  But he's so... special.  I don't know how to say it."

"I'm glad you've found someone, Tomas.  He's a lucky boy to be so special
to someone like you."  Chuck put his arm around the boy and hugged him.

It was Tomas who initiated the kiss, but Chuck accepted it, and their lips
opened to allow their tongues to taste each other again.  Tomas hugged back
as they kissed deeply.

"I owe you so much," Tomas whispered as they separated.

"You owe me nothing, honey.  I ony want you to be happy," Chuck responded.

"I still love you, too, you know?" Tomas asked.  "I always will."

"I know, Tomas.  And I'll always love you."

Tomas peddled slowly when he left the house.  An important part of his
boyhood had been spent there, he realized.  And because of it, he would be
able to be what he wanted to be for Richard.

The boys ate an early supper at Tomas' that evening.  They had spent the
afternoon on their homework, each trying his best to keep his mind on his
work.

They teased each other just a bit as they prepared some sandwiches, and
when they sat down at the table Richard interrupted Tomas when he started
to say grace.

"I want to do it this time," was all he said.

Richard cleared his throat.  "I... um... I want to thank you for Tomas," he
said softly.  "And for the food," he added quickly.  "Amen."

"You're sweet," Tomas said.  And he blew the blushing Richard a kiss.

After washing the few dishes the boys went back into Tomas' bedroom.  They
stripped to their briefs quickly, and their young bodies pressed together
as they hugged.  Richard impatiently pulled his briefs down while still in
the kiss.  Tomas laughed and pulled his down, too.

They fell to the bed, hands and lips all over each other.  Tomas lay back
as Richard licked his hard cock and sucked at his precum.  Richard liked to
spend a lot of time on his balls, too, and Tomas loved every minute of it.
Tomas' dark cock was throbbing and leaking for Richard's tongue.

"Got to wait," Tomas panted, finally.  His cock was pounding!  He turned
Richard onto his back.  "I need to eat The Dick now," he grinned.  And he
sucked at Richard's hard cock, tasting it, feeling the slick little
dickhead with his tongue.  He nursed on those few inches slowly, and
Richard's moans were low and long.

He finally let the tasty dick fall from his lips, and he rolled Richard
over.  He kissed the soft and smooth asscheeks.  He inhaled at Richard's
crack, then he licked inward slowly.

Tomas had never eaten at his ass before, and Richard suddenly felt an
awesome weakness come over him.  He let his legs and arms go slack; he
didn't resist anything.  The warm tongue moved up and over the pucker Tomas
had touched several times with his finger.  Richard groaned with need.

Tomas felt the small opening that was surrounded by the tight ring, the
pucker closing Richard's entrance off to the world.  Tomas' tongue moved
over it and around it.  The soft skin tasted sweet, tasted of the boymusk
he'd smelled.  He loved it.  His tongue teased the hole into relaxing just
a bit.  Then he pressed inward.

"Oooooo yessssss..." Richard sighed loudly.  "Ooooooo yesssssss..."

He'd never felt anything like this at his hole before.  He'd played with it
as he jerked off sometimes, as Tomas had shown him.  But a live, hot, wet
tongue...!  Actually eating meeeee...

"Oooooooo yessssssss put it in put it in..."

Tomas shoved his tongue in as deep as he could get.  He wanted to taste
everything Richard had!  He wanted inside!  He licked around the puckered
ring, and it relaxed a little more.  His tongue could sense the
silky-softness of the tissue inside now, the smoothness, the warmth
inside... where no one had ever been before...  the soft virgin
tightness...

He moved one finger to the hole and slid it in as he pulled his tongue
away.  The finger went in deeper than his tongue had, and he turned it as
his tongue licked around the outside of Richard's entrance.  His tongue
lapped more moisture from his mouth and continued to work around the hole
as Richard slowly pressed a second finger inside.

"Ahhhhhh..."  Richard exhaled loudly, but there was no pain in the sound.

With his fingers still inside, Tomas leaned up enough to kiss the back of
Richard's neck.  "I'm getting you ready, Richard.  "I'll use lube.  Just
relax.  I want you to love it..."

"Oh god yes!" Richard interrupted.  "Fuck me, Tomas."

Tomas got a small bottle of lube from the table next to his bed.  He put
some on his fingers and warmed it by rubbing his fingers together.  Then he
placed one finger at Richard's hole and entered.  Richard sighed.  The
finger went in more deeply, and Tomas added a drop of lube at the hole.  He
slowly pressed his second finger in.  The muscle of the ring resisted for
only a moment, then it relaxed enough that the second finger could move a
little deeper.

When both fingers inside now, Tomas could begin to turn them a bit, move
them, wiggle them.  The heat of Richard's ass warmed his entire hand, his
arm, as he worked inside the younger boy.  He leaned down to kiss the top
of the cleft.

"Ooooooo Tomassssss..."  Richard's still-soprano voice was sweet and soft
in the dim room.

The third finger met more resistance.  The ring simply wouldn't allow it.
A twelve-year-old boy can only take so much, Tomas thought.  Was it too
much?  His dick was thicker than most of the guys at school, he realized.
Maybe it was too thick for this, for fucking his Richard...

Richard whimpered, and Tomas held his fingers still.  But it wasn't pain,
Tomas realized.  It was need.  Richard was in need of more.  He knew the
feeling himself.  Leaving his fingers where they were, Tomas dribbled a
little lube on his hard cock and worked it all around.

It happened sometimes.  Sometimes it seemed Richard could read his mind.
"Fuck me," Richard whispered.  "Fuck meeeee..."

Trembling just a little, Tomas lay his cockhead at Richard's virgin hole.
He pressed in just a little.  There was enough moisture -- and need! --
that Richard's little puckerhole gave way just a bit, enough that Tomas
could feel the movement against the tip of his cock.  It sent a thrill
though his entire body!

"Fuck meeee... fuck meeee..." Richard was now singing it as though it were
a song, a song with a steady, slow rhythm.  "Fuck meeee... fuck meeeee..."

Tomas pressed harder, and the younger boy's body responded; it opened more
for him.  He watched as his deep red cockhead spread the pink skin of
Richard's doorway.  His blunt mushroom bulb shoved aside anything that was
pressed against it and continued, slowly.  Tomas heard a loud, deep groan
and realized it was his.

It happened so quickly it took both boys by surprise.  When Tomas had
explained what he would be doing someday, he said that Richard should
expect his hole to snap closed around Tomas' cockhead.  But it snapped with
a sharpness that made Tomas grunt loudly.  And Richard cried out in pain.

"AHHHhhhh OOOOO..."  Richard went rigid.

"Oh, shit, honey, I'm sorry," Tomas said hurriedly.  He rubbed Richard's
back.  "I didn't think... Just lie still, and let it go away.  It's going
to go away, I promise."

Tomas could see the tenseness in the back of Richard's neck, but he felt
the younger boy's back relax a bit.  Tomas continued to rub the boy's back,
but he was careful to keep his cock still.  He was very aware of Richard's
hot ring throbbing tightly around it.

"Breathe in and out, Richard... in and out..."  Tomas waited for a little
bit.

Then he pressed his cock in a little more and stopped.  The tight muscle
gripping it just beneath his cockhead slid a bit along his shaft.  He
couldn't stifle an involuntary groan.  He slowly pressed in, but this time
he didn't stop.

"Oh god it hurts, Tomas..."  Richard's voice was high and weak.

"I'll stop..."

"No please don't no don't..."

The thirteen-year-old dick, the thickest one in the seventh grade,
continued its plunge into a darkness that had never opened for anyone
before.  A young tunnel never invaded, never pleasured, by a dick... It
moved downward slowly...  It stopped.

"Oh god!" Tomas gasped.  His cock felt as though it were trapped deeply
underground, held there by a wet grip that would never release it, captured
forever in a boy's virgin ass...

"In," Tomas whispered weakly.  "Richard, I'm in, all the way..."

"Hold it there please hold it..."  Richard seemed almost breathless.
"Hurt... going away... Oh, Tomas..."

Tomas froze in place.  His body was pressing against Richard's smaller
body; he was almost lying fully on him.  They were locked together, locked
tightly...

Then Tomas began to move slowly.  Richard's humming song assured him, now,
that the hurt was gone, that his friend was entering a place of supurb
pleasure where few boys get to go.  Tomas pulled his tortured dick up just
a little, pushed it down just a little.  Up a little, down a little.

"Yesssss fuck meeee... fuck meee... fuck meee..."  Richard resumed his
song.

Tomas' movements were a little more deliberate now.  His fucking dick
stroked the inside of Richard's young ass with more rhythm, each motion a
little longer than the one before it.  Yes!  Tomas' heart sang inside him!
Yes!  I'm fucking him!

A five-inch dick isn't as long as many.  It may not be able to fuck as
deeply as some can.  But on a thirteen-year-old boy a five-inch dick is an
instrument of wondrous beauty, of pleasure greater than any other
experienced.  And in a twelve-year-old boyhole, five inches is enough to
shock a boy into explosive need, enough to fill an entire body as full as
it could get.

And now both boys were singing.  Their groans of excitement and need
mingled, and the small room was transformed into a palace of great boyhood
pleasure.

"Oh yesss.... uhhhhhhhh... ooooooo... ooooooo"

"Oh fuck... aaaaahhhh... fuck... eeehhhhhhhhh..."

Neither knew which voice was which.  And neither cared.

Tomas knew it was going to happend soon.  He would give his young boyseed
to Richard, plant himself deep inside his friend, his lover... It was
building... building to that high pleasure that only grows higher... his
prostate warning him of imminent explosion... winding tighter... until...

"AHHHHHhhhh!"  Tomas first blast rushed through his dick with a heat that
was almost painful.  His movements became irregular and frantic.  He
pounded at the ass that held him.  Another shot of cum exploded from him
and coated the walls of the tunnel around it.

Richard squealed a loud yelp at the pounding his ass was talking.  He could
feel Tomas' shaft rushing past his assring, in and out in and out in
out... It was warming him inside, heating him inside, burning him
inside... A tightness, a rush...

"OOooooooooooooo..."  Richard moaned loudly as his own dry cum, induced by
the cock's attack on his young prostate, overtook him.  He shuttered,
inside as well as outside.  And the movement inside only intensified Tomas'
orgasm.

"Yeaaaaaaaa..."  Tomas shot again, then again.  He trembled as a last shot
burst from him, then he trembled again as the remainder of his cum oozed
from his dicklips deep inside his young lover.

He remained on top of Richard, lying there in complete exhaustion.  Richard
breathed in deeply.  Then Tomas slid to the side, and his wet dick popped
out of Richard's hole.  They lay motionless, both boys gasping for breath,
until their breathing more regular.

"Oh, Richard," he finally whispered, "I love you.  I love you."

Richard turned into him.  He got his hand up to Tomas' cheek and held it
there.  "I know, Tomas.  I love you."

But Richard could speak no more than that.  The tears moved slowly down his
cheeks.  Tomas hugged him tightly, and he felt the tears in his own eyes.


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The character of Chuck first appeared in the story "Tyler Becomes a Man"
(Adult/Youth March 23 2007) where he befriends Tomas and become his tutor
and mentor.  Chuck appears again in the closing chapters of "Mike Gets a
Job" (Young Friends May 1 2007).  And, yes, over the years there does seem
to be a lot of action in the town of Springfield.