Date: Mon, 5 May 2008 10:47:19 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: THOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 8    (t/b/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 AND THE THE DICK - Chapter 8 (t/b/b oral anal)



Richard and Tomas woke up the next morning when Davy came flying into the
room.  He was naked, and his little tool was bouncing in front of him.

"Wake up, you guys!  They're gone.  We got the whole house to ourselves!"
His high little voice was a bit much to take, but the older boys caught his
enthusiasm.

"What... who's gone?" Richard asked sleepily.

"Mom and Dad.  Both had to work.  Mom said food's in the kitchen for
breakfast and lunch, and they'll be back to change for a party or something
tonight."  Davy was still bouncing.  He pulled the sheet down from the boys
and giggled at their nakedness.

"You got a boner... you got a boner..." he sang, pointing, in fact, at two
boners.

"'s not a boner," Richard mumbled.

"It's called 'morning wood,' little guy," Tomas said.  Still in the bed, he
stretched his arms above his head and flexed his calves and thighs.  Davy
admired the teen's body with undisguised delight, his eyes moving all over
his chest and legs but always returning to the heavy "morning wood" between
the older boy's legs.

Tomas grinned, sat up, and stretched again.  "It means a guy has to pee,
really bad," and he headed to the open door of the bathroom.

Davy giggled.  "Then you can pee on each other, like last night."

Richard sat up.  "You little shit!"  But he laughed.  "You were spying,
then, too!"

"Not really spying," Davy corrected.  "I couldn't see anything through the
door, dummy.  But you whisper kind of loud, you know?"  He giggled again.

Richard joined Tomas in the bathroom, and Davy watched them from the door.
Tomas had already started his stream in the toilet, so Richard joined him.

Richard grabbed the toothpaste and used it; he gave it to Tomas, who put
some on the toothbrush he'd brought with his things.  The two bent over the
sink to brush.  Tomas saw Davy in the mirror, as the younger boy was
staring at the bare asses of the two older boys.  He winked.  Davy grinned.

"You already showered, squirt?" Richard asked.

"When I got up.  I had to wash off you guys' gunk you got all over me,"
Davy said.

"It's not 'gunk,' little brother," Richard said.  "It's cum."

"I know that!" Davy said.  "I was teasing."

Tomas was grinning and fingering some of the dried cum on his thigh.
"Seems I got some gunk on me, too, little guy."

"Not my fault," Davy said.  "I can't do it yet.  Hey, I forgot!  There's a
new rule.  I just made it up.  We're going to be naked in the house."  He
grinned.  "Today is 'Naked Day.'"

With that, he whirled around and left.

The boys grinned and got into the shower together.  They washed off more
quickly that the evening before.  As they were toweling off, Tomas asked,
"So, are we really going down there naked?"

"I guess," Richard shrugged.  "You heard him.  New rule.  Don't worry;
nobody can see in, and if anybody comes to the door we'll just run upstairs
and put something on."

"How do you know nobody can see in?"

"Because..." Richard paused and then grinned.  "Because I've been naked
down there myself before, when nobody else has been around."

Richard insisted that Tomas go down the steps first for a purely selfish
reason; he wanted to watch Tomas' ass bounce.  When they got into the
kitchen they found a grinning nine-year-old standing by the table, which
was set with three small plates holding pop-tarts, three small bowls of
cereal, and three glasses of orange juice.

"Whoa!"  Richard stared.  "Who did this?"  His mother never bothered to
prepare breakfast.

"I did," Davy said proudly.

"You fixed us all breakfast?" Richard asked.  "Why?"

"I just... wanted to, that's all."  Davy sounded a little embarrassed how.

"That's really sweet, Davy," Tomas said, and he walked over to hug the
little boy.

"Sure is," Richard said.  He joined the hug.  "How about this for a little
brother, huh?" he asked Tomas.

"I think you have a winner," Tomas agreed.

Now Davy was definitely embarrassed.

The two older boys sat down, and Davy got some milk from the refrigerator,
pouring a little in each of the three bowls.  They found that the
pop-tarts, which had obviously been warmed, weren't very warm any longer,
but no one mentioned that.

"You guys are really cool," Davy said between bites.

"Last night is a secret," Richard reminded him.

"I know.  A secret, I promise.  But you guys... Wow, that was so much fun."
Davy's eyes were sparkling.  Tomas noticed that the boy's hand was under
the table, and his arm seemed to be moving a little.

"Jacking off already?" Tomas asked.  He winked as Davy put his hand on the
table.  Davy giggled.

They ate silently for a bit.

"You guys like to do that stuff, huh?"  Davy was still curious.

"Yeah, we like it a lot," Richard nodded.  Never in his wildest dreams had
he ever imagined he would be seated naked at the breakfast table discussing
boy sex with his little brother!

The phone rang, and Davy ran over to answer it.  He got a look of surprise
first, then a look of disappointment.  He returned to the table.

"Awww... I got to go guys," he said.  He sighed.  "I can't help it.  I
forgot.  I'm supposed to be at the park.  Tryouts for the summer baseball
teams.  I can't miss it, or I won't be on a team."  He ended with a whine.
"I don't want to go.  I want to stay here with you."

Tomas opened his arms, and Davy ran to him for a hug.  "I imagine they will
be other times, little guy.  Right, Richard?"  Richard nodded.  "But you
need to make it to those tryouts.  I want to watch you play this summer."

"Really?  Will you come watch?"  He turned to his brother.  "Will you come,
too, Richard?  Please?"

"Sure, squirt.  I promise, too.  But you need to do something before you
leave."

"You want me to wash the dishes."  Davy figured that out quickly.

"No," Richard grinned.  "You need to put some clothes on.  I don't think
it's 'Naked Day' at the park!"

Davy giggled and ran up the stairs.  He came back down only moments later
wearing jeans and a tee-shirt.  He gave his brother a hug and kissed him on
the cheek.  Then he turned, a little shyly, and asked, "Can I kiss you
goodbye, too, Tomas?"

"If you don't, I'll chase you down the street until you do!"

Tomas got his hug and kiss, and Davy left.  When he looked back at Richard,
he saw his friend was looking strangely solemn.  "What's the matter?"

"He never hugged me before.  Never kissed me goodbye," Richard said
quietly.  "And I've never gone to one of his games before.  He's been on
the summer teams for two years, and I've never gone to a game."

"Well, you got a hug and a kiss today, big brother," Tomas smiled.  And a
special invitation to watch him play?  You going to go?"

"Oh, god, yes, you bet I will!"

"He loves you, Richard.  And he really looks up to you."  Tomas walked to
the chair where Richard was seated.  "And somebody else here loves you,
too."  He moved behind Richard and began to massage his shoulders.

Richard leaned back into his hands.

"Hey, lover, this is supposed to make you relax," Tomas whispered in his
ear.  "And somebody down there doesn't look very relaxed to me."

Richard giggled, sounding very much like his brother.  He gave his boner a
tap and made it wiggle a bit.  "Any suggestions?" he smiled up at Tomas.
They kissed briefly.

"I'll bet that bed is still warm.  I'll bet The Dick would like that,"
Tomas whispered into his ear.  Then he sucked a moment on Richard's
earlobe.

It only took a moment to get the dishes into the dishwasher, and two boys,
young enough that they could enjoy being boys, bounded up the stairs.  They
fell together on the bed since they were also old enough to enjoy all the
games boys love.

They kissed long and hard.  The night they had planned had been
interrupted, but, as it turned out, neither boy minded.  But now they were
alone.  When Richard's finger found Tomas' hole and teased it, Tomas rolled
over onto his belly, put the pillow under it, and spread his legs.

Richard lowered himself to lick the smooth ass, and he nestled his face
between the warm cheeks.  He loved the scent of his boyfriend.  He licked
in deeply until he found the place, and his hands held the cheeks apart
while he ate at his target.  He licked and kissed and sucked at the hole he
wanted to enter until it was so wet his own face was damp.  He used his
tongue to open Tomas; he curled his tongue, as Tomas had taught him, to
tease the lips of the hole.  Tomas moaned as he felt his lover eat.

Richard pressed inward with his tongue, delighting in every sensation.  His
entire body was responding to the taste and texture at his tongue; his
stomach was tight with anticipation, and his dick was throbbing
impatiently.

Then, for a moment, Tomas felt nothing.  A light weight was placed on his
asshole, but it immediately began to press inward.  Tomas sighed and
relaxed for his lover's cock.  His lips opened, and The Dick began its slow
entrance, its tantalizing movement against the ring.  Tomas had to
concentrate on relaxing now, because his asslips wanted to suck that cock
in deeply.

He groaned when Richard's cockhead was fully in, then he groaned again as
Richard moved The Dick downward.  He welcomed the hot, hard tool that
coupled him with his younger lover.  Tomas felt the new warmth spread
throughout his body.

And Richard himself was moaning.  He loved the heat of this ass!  He loved
the tightness that held him there!  He loved the moist tunnel so much he
wanted to shove his cock all the way in and then shove the rest of his body
in with it!

He began pumping.

"Oooooooooo yessssssss fuck me loverrrrrr..."

He pumped his dick in and out of Tomas harder and faster, pressing against
his asscheeks, pushing Tomas' groin into the pillow under him.  Richard
pumped and grunted.  The excitement of the night before had only whetted
his appetite for real sex with Tomas, deep sex, wet, hot sex, pounding and
thobbing...  He lost himself in the buzz... He fucked...

"AAAAAaaaaaaa..."  Richard came with a loud and satisfied cry, but he only
fucked faster and more wildly as Tomas thrust his ass up at him.  Again he
filled his lover's ass, then again... again...

Richard collapsed on top of Tomas when he was spent.  But Tomas waited only
a minute before he moved to turn Richard over.  They almost fell off the
bed, but they caught themselves with their hands and lowered themselves to
the floor.  Tomas didn't lose a beat.  On top of Richard, he pulled at
Richard's hips until the younger boy was on all fours.  Richard thrust his
ass back at him, in heat for the love of the teen.

Tomas swiped some of the moisture from his own ass, including some of
Richard's cum that had started to leak out, and wiped it on Richard's hole.
He pressed his hard cock in slowly but firmly, not hesitating, until he was
at the bottom.  One, long thrust, and then he was engulfed completely, his
cockhead buried as deeply as possible in the welcoming ass in front of him.

"OOOOOOooooooooooooo..."  The long, loud groan from the twelve-year-old
sounded his satisfaction, too.

Tomas fucked him slowly at first, but he felt the unquenched need from last
night, too.  He moved in and out of Richard's tunnel more rapidly, and the
grunts and moans of both boys filled the room.  There was no one to hear.
No one at all.  There were only the two boys, just the two of them, in the
entire world... fucking... soooooooo fine... fucking... in the grip of boy
passion... fucking... signaling need... fucking...

Tomas filled his lover with powerful bursts of cum, and he fell to his side
emptied.

They lay there together for a little bit.  Richard reached up for the
corner of the blanket on his bed and pulled it down on top of them.  The
slept for a while.

Tomas had to work that afternoon, so Richard did a little homework and
watched some TV with Davy cuddling close to him on the couch.  Later, when
the brothers went to bed, Richard felt the stiffness of his pillowcase.  He
smelled the sex on it and, more specifically, Tomas' cum.  Tomas had cum on
the pillow while Richard was fucking him that morning.

Richard buried his face in the pillow and inhaled deeply.  He licked at the
dried spot, tasting Tomas' cream.  He rolled over onto his back and held
the pillow over his face, smelling and licking and sucking at it, as he
jacked off.

By the time there were only a few weeks left in the school year, Richard
and Tomas were regarded, at least by those who thought of such things, as a
good example of the close friendship boys can develop in school.  Many
seventh graders had "best friends," and they were almost always of the same
sex.  Everyone needed someone with whom a little gossip could be exchanged,
someone with whom big secrets chould be shared.

Teachers, the good ones anyway, smiled when they saw the boys walking
together in the hallway.  The teachers who had come to know them best were
aware that the friendship was clearly good for both the boys.  Richard
seemed to be taking a greater interest in school, in addition to his better
grades.  He seemed more self-confident.  Happier.  And Tomas had lost some
of the "standoffish" behavior that had made him appear aloof and uncaring
about his classmates.

So it was with some surprise that, one lunch hour in the gym where lunches
were eaten, Richard and Tomas seemed to be arguing a bit.  They were often
in deep conversation, but their tone sounded a little angry.

The boys soon became aware of the glances they were receiving, so they
talked a little more quietly.

"If you don't, you're missing a big chance!  A really big chance!"  Tomas
sounded definite.  "Besides, they need somebody like you."

"I don't want to!"  Richard was just as definite.  "I don't like playing in
front of people, and you know that!  I get nervous.  That's why I never,
ever do anything in those stupid recitals!"

Richard had been adamant with his parents.  The advanced piano teacher thay
had gotten for him also took beginning students, and once each quarter they
were to give a recital.  Richard hated playing in public.  But he
especially hated the thought of playing in a recital that began with little
kids playing "Indian Drums" or something of that ilk.

But it wasn't a recital they were arguing about.  The student accompanist
of the school choir was an eighth grader; she would be graduating.  The
music instructor, who was also the director of the choir, was looking for a
replacement.  There had been an announcement about auditions several
mornings in a row.

"But you are so good, Richard!  It would be a breeze for you..."

"What the fuck do you know about it?  It would be hard!  New music, having
to play with a chorus, rehearsals.  And playing in public."  He took a deep
breath and turned to Tomas.  "I.  Do.  Not.  Play.  In.  Public."

"So, you get nervous," Tomas shrugged.  "You know what happened to me the
first time I was put out on the floor for a real game this year?  In the
second quarter I had the ball and was open; I could have thrown that damn
ball into the basket with my eyes closed!  And I froze.  I just knew that
every eye in the place was on me, the whole team was watching... and
somebody stole the ball before I even knew what happened.  So I got pulled
out of the game, and I didn't even stop.  I went straight to the locker
room and puked my guts out right there on the floor."

Richard stared in amazement.  "You puked...?"

"The assistant coach was right behind me ready to chew me out, and he
slipped in it and fell on his ass.  He let me finish puking, and then he
reamed me a new hole!  And I had to clean up my own mess."

"But you're so cool out there... You run like the wind, and you hardly ever
miss a chance..."

"That's now," Tomas.  "I still get nervous.  But I got used to it."

They sat silently for a moment.

"So, here's what you need to do," Tomas continued.  "At every concert, you
walk out on the stage, bow to the audience, puke on the piano, and sit down
and play up a storm."

Richard whooped with laughter at the image, and Tomas started laughing with
him.  Now they were getting even more looks, but they didn't care.  Now and
then people will laugh so much they get the giggles, the kind that just
cannot be controled.  The boys giggled.  They giggled like silly grade
school girls.  They giggled until they were breathless and bent over in
pain.  They giggled until there were tears in their eyes.  Each time they
could catch a breath, one of them would start to speak and the giggles
would start all over again.

They finally got themselves under control in time to get to the next class.
But in the middle of the afternoon Richard, for no reason at all, burst out
into giggles in the middle of history.  He was sent into the hallway to
regain composure.

And they finally settled the argument, too.  Richard agreed that he, at
least, would go see the music instructor and find out what was involved.
After they talked and Richard had played for her, she cancelled the
scheduled auditions and announced the chorus had its new accompanist.
Richard groused that he'd been tricked into it, but Tomas could tell he was
actually pleased.

His skills wouldn't be needed until school began again in the fall,
however.  They spent the last few days getting ready for some final exams.
"Boning up," Tomas called it.  And they saw to it that they did some of the
other kind, too.

They compared their schedules for the new year on the last day of class.
They would have three classes together for the eighth grade, they
discovered.  And one of them was gym.

"Oh, no..." Richard complained.  "How am I going to keep from getting a
boner when I'm in the same fucking shower with you?"

"What?" Tomas asked with a grin.  "You ashamed of The Dick?"

"Next year is going to be sooooo hard!" Tomas said.

He realized what he'd said when Tomas began to laugh, and he joined in.

But the summer was ahead of them.  Tomas was still working at the grocery
store and hoped he could get some extra hours in; the boss said there might
be a chance now and then, but he was limited as to how many hours he could
give a nearly-fourteen-old boy.

But there wasn't any homework!  Well, Richard had piano lessons and had to
practice for that.  But they managed their time so they had a lot of
evenings together.

They went to a lot of Davy's ballgames.  He was okay, but not spectacular.
But, Tomas pointed out, he was the happiest kid on the tream when they were
there in the stands.  And the cutest, he added.  Once they had come home to
an empty house, so they all three went up to Richard's room and took turns
jacking each other off.  Davy was clearly pleased that his big brother had
become a regular at his games.

After one of those games Davy went off with the team to a pizza parlor and
a sleepover at a team member's house.  Richard would spend the night at
Tomas' house, since Tomas' mother worked overnight.  They had their own
pizza in the kitchen.

"You ever wonder about Davy and his sleepovers?" Richard mused.

"Like, what?"

"Like what kind of games those boys play," he grinned.

"Yeah, I'll bet they could be little sex engines if they wanted to be,"
Tomas said.

"Probably not, though," Richard finally said.  "I asked him one night..."

"While you were sucking on his dick?" Tomas grinned.

"No, it was after that," Richard continued with a straight face.  "I asked
him if he ever played with any of his buddies.  He said he and Roger played
with their dicks some, and he'd even gotten Roger to suck, too.  But not
the guys on the team."

"Don't put ideas into the little guy's head," Tomas laughed.

They were in the bedroom quickly; it had been several days since they'd
been together.  Tomas had half of his clothes off before he realized
Richard hadn't taken anything off.  Tomas looked at him, puzzled.

"Look, I know I'm not supposed to know it's your birthday, since you don't
like to be a year older than everybody else in the seventh... well, eighth
grade, pretty soon.  But I do know, and..."  He hesitated.  "It's just a
little present for you."

"Oh, Richard, you..."

"No, no.  You just shut up and sit on the bed.  Oh, naked.  You have to be
naked."

Tomas grinned, but he obeyed the orders.  His now-fourteen-year-old body
was fully exposed in the dim light.  Richard paused a moment.  He was
continually amazed that this seventh grade... eighth grade hunk was his
boyfriend.  He was so beautiful...

"Here," Richard said.  He pulled a CD out of the backpack he'd brought
over, and he slipped it into Tomas' CD player.  He found the right track
and started a rag-time version of "The Stripper."  "That's me on the
piano," Richard grinned.

He waited just a moment to catch the beat, and then he started dancing.  He
wasn't really dancing, but he was certainly turning and twisting.  His
shoes and belt were the first things to go, and he danced closer to Tomas,
rotating his groin close to Tomas' grinning face.

He started snapping his fingers and clapping his hands to keep time, and
Tomas did, too.  He tried to be as sexy as possible pulling off his socks.
His shirt was next.  He wiggled his hips as though he were a hula dancer,
and his jeans, no longer held up by a belt, began to fall slowly.  When he
thought the top of his crack was exposed, he turned around and shook his
ass.  He continued his turn, and his loose jeans were now down half-way
between his bellybutton and his public mound.

But Tomas hadn't seen any briefs yet.

Richard continued to dance and shake his hips.  He lost track of the rhythm
for a moment because he was obviously focusing on trying to get the
waistband of his jeans farther down.  He finally got the jeans moving again
and caught the rhythm.  It didn't look like he was wearing briefs, Tomas
decided.  He was almost to his dick!

Just as the music was about to climax, Richard shook his jeans one last
time, and they fell to the floor.  He jutted his hip to the right to take a
sexy pose.  He was wearing a bright red string bikini.  There was a red
triangle holding his boner down, and nothing but a string circling his
waist and holding it on.

"Holy shit!" Tomas said in the silence.

His own dick was hard, leaking, and reaching for the sky by now.

"Fuck, man!  Where did you get those?"

"At the store," Richard said, keeping his pose.  "And don't think I wasn't
embarrassed to hand them to the lady."

Tomas laughed.  "You are... you are...  Damn, you're beautiful."

Both boys sobered immediately.  Richard relaxed from his pose.

"You've never said that to me before," he said quietly.

"Well, I should have," Tomas said.  "You are beautiful, Richard.  The
Beautiful Dick.  Richard the Beautiful Dick!"

Now Richard giggled.  "Just thought you'd like it..."

Tomas reached for him, but he pulled back.

"No, no.  Not yet.  You have to take these off."  He grinned wickedly.
"With your teeth."

Tomas immediately fell to his knees and got his teeth around the string at
Richard's left thigh.  He pulled it down a bit, but then he decided to go
for the real thing.  He moved his head around to Richard's groin, looked at
the tiny triangle for a moment, then tried to grasp the edge of it with his
teeth.  It took a moment, and he had to used his tongue to pull the side of
the material away from Richard's thigh.  He dropped it immediately.

"Fuck.  It tastes like... what's that taste?"

Richard grinned down at him.  "Strawberry.  They were out of cherry.  But
that's okay, because I already gave my cherry away. Hope you like
strawberry."

"I loooooooove strawberry," Tomas groweled, but his voice was muffled as he
tried to suck on Richard's red crotch.

"Oh, my god..." Richard groaned.  His dick was sucked into Tomas' mouth
along with the material.  Tomas was careful, but he was gently chewing on
his mouthful.

"Oh, my god oh my god," Richard groaned again, pushing his groin at Tomas.
Oh my god oh my god, he thought.  He's chewing my dick!  "Awwww...."

Tomas was pulling the material so tightly that the triangle in back was no
longer a triangle; it was one thin piece of stretched material, and it was
pulled against his butthole.  With every movement of Tomas' mouth,
Richard's hole was caressed by the material held taut against it.

Tomas stopped his chewing and caught the edge of the material with his
teeth.  He pulled it down forcefully, and the left string of the bikini
slipped down far enough that the rest of the material followed.  Richard
was left standing naked, boned completely, and Tomas was left, on his
knees, with a mouthful of strawberry bikini.

Richard was grinning, but he lost his grin when Tomas pressed the mouthful
of material against his dick, sucking on the strawberry flavor, then
opening his mouth to allow the bikini to fall to the floor.  He sucked at
Richard's dick, then he dropped it only to lick his balls and deep into the
cleft between his legs.  He sucked Richard's very sensitive balls again,
then he resumed his feast with The Dick.

Richard felt his heart soar when Tomas stood, picking him up as he rose.
Tomas held him with one arm under his legs and the other around his back.
He resumed sucking on the younger boy's dick as he carried him like a baby
to the bed.  He lay him gently down without losing his mouthful of cock and
began to stroke Richard's sides.  He reached high up to his smooth
underarms, brushing his fingers in that smooth, soft, hollow, and moved his
hands slowly down his sides, his hips, his thighs, and as far as he could
reach to his calves.

Richard was shaking under the attack on his senses.  He felt one hand grip
an asscheek and the other probe his hole.  Tomas pressed in hurriedly, as
though he could not wait to feel the inside of his lover, and Richard
winced just a bit.  Tomas found Richard's small prostate, way too small to
be called a "walnut" in a twelve-year-old boy.  He massaged it with his
finger tip at the same time his tongue was almost violently assaulting
Richard's cock.

Richard was gasping loudly.  He was racked with wave after wave of
pleasure, from his dick, from his young prostate, from his balls, from
every touch, every breath...  His dick spasmed once in Tomas' mouth, and
before either of them was ready for it Richard shot his hot boycream into
the eager teen.  But Tomas did not stop his assault, on either the dick or
the little gland inside.

Richard groaned as a harder, longer shot burst into his lover's mouth.  He
twisted his body as his entire gut spasmed with another shot.

"OH GOD TOMASSSssssssssss..."

His orgasm ended, but his body would not stop shaking.  Gradually, the
shaking subsided.  He was soaked with sweat.  He realized Tomas was lying
beside him, stroking his hair.

"You are the most wonderful, most beautifu, most... delicious birthday
present I've ever gotten," Tomas whispered.  "Oh, fuck, Richard... I love
you."

Richard couldn't speak for a moment.  When he'd gather his breath, he said,
"Oh, that wasn't the present.  Let me get up.  Let me get the present."

He rolled off the bed and walked -- a bit unsteadily -- to his backpack.
He pulled an envelope from it and handed it to Tomas.  "Happy birthday," he
said.  "I love you."

Tomas opened the envelop to find a flyer inside.  It was titled, "Camp
Lakeview."  He looked up at Richard.

"It's where we're going for a week," Richard smiled.  "It's okay; your mom
knows.  My mom talked to her, and they made all the arrangements.  Week
after next.  They always want me to go to camp.  Make a man out of me, dad
says.  I never want to go.  This year I said I'd go if you'd go with me."

"But... but this must be expensive.  Mom can't afford..."

"She doesn't have to pay anything.  It's done.  It's a present."  Richard
paused, and his voice trembled just a little.  "Please say you'll go.
Please, Tomas.  I want us to go to camp so bad..."

The answer was Tomas' lips on Richard's, Tomas' tongue twisting around
Richard's, Tomas breathing into the boy he loved.

When they finally lay back on the bed, The Dick reached for the hard cock
waiting for him.

"I love you," Tomas sighed.  And he ran his fingers through the hair of the
twelve-year-old boy sucking his now-fourteen-year-old dick.

That was only the beginning of a very long, and very wonderful, fourteenth
birthday party.