Date: Wed, 7 May 2008 09:23:15 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 9  (t/b/b  oral)

This story is completely fiction.  It describes the relationships among
three boys, a young 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.

Copyright 2008 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved

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TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 9   (t/b/b  oral)



Camp Lakeside was everything the brochure promised, down to the happy,
laughing boys running all over the place.  Mrs. Roth had driven them to the
camp, and Tomas had tried not to appear too eager.  He'd never been very
far away from Springfield.  And, except for those sleepovers at Richard's,
he'd never spent a night away from home.

The boys were welcomed by the camp staff and assigned to a cabin with six
other boys.  The camp was for boys who had completed the sixth, seventh, or
eighth grades, so Tomas, though he was just out of the seventh grade, was
one of the older boys in camp.  The other boys in their cabin ranged from
eleven to thirteen, so at fourteen (just barely) Tomas was the oldest of
them.

Their cabin counselor was a college student named Randy, who would work at
the camp all summer.  A few of the boys knew him from the previous year.
All the boys seemed a little self-conscious that first day, even those
returning from a previous year.

The dining hall, where they met for a first session, was built of logs but
well-equipped; the cabin was a simple frame structure of redwood.  In the
cabin they were given the official camp t-shirt and camp shorts, which were
to be the uniform for the week.  They were given three sets and told that
they could be washed as necessary.  They were told to change and get down
to the beach for the swimming test.

Eight boys, some more and some less self-conscious, stripped to their
briefs and pulled on the new shorts.  Tomas was pleased to see that they
were cut high on the thigh -- real sport shorts. The leg was also a bit
oversized -- for running -- which mean a good deal of thigh should be
showing for anybody who looked.  Tomas grinned over at Richard, who grinned
back.  Tomas' t-shirt was a bit tight, since he was one of the larger boys,
but that only outlined his chest better.  Randy promised to get a smaller
shirt for Carl, the eleven-year-old in the cabin; Carl was on the skinny
side and looked more like ten than eleven.

At the beach the counselors who were certified lifeguards had each boy swim
the length of the dock which jutted out into the lake and then back again.
Though the abilities of all the boys varied -- and neither Tomas nor
Richard were really the best of swimmers -- they were all told they'd been
approved to swim.  The rest of the afternoon was spent in the water.

They were also told that it was camp policy that any boy who wanted to
could swim nude.  Otherwise, they could swim in their camp shorts.  Tomas
had a hard time keeping his smile down to a reasonable level when he heard
that news.  When he glanced at Richard, however, his boyfriend was grinning
ear-to-ear.  When the testing was over, Tomas and Richard were among the
first to drop their wet shorts and run into the water.

There were a few others who were nude on that first day, and there were
more than a few glances cast at the dicks that were swinging as their young
owners ran into the water.  Most of the admiring glances were directed to
Tomas.

They ran through the shower room back in the cabin before dinner.  The swim
had broken the ice a little, and the cabin mates were a little more casual
with each other.  Seven naked boys rinsed off quickly because they were
pretty hungry.  The eighth, Carl, busied himself at his bed.  They all put
on clean -- and dry -- camp shorts and headed for the dining hall.

Tomas and Richard had claimed beds next to each other.  They were all
single beds -- no bunks -- and Randy's bed was a little further away from
the others in a corner.  When they settled in the first night, Tomas and
Richard squeezed each other's hands.  No good night kiss.  They had agreed
that there would probably be little, if any, sex during the week, since
they would have to be very careful.  But the upside was that they would be
together 24/7 for almost a whole week.

Nevertheless, after lights out and most of the boys were sleeping, the two
boys found each other's hand again.  They held hands with their arms
dropping into the space between their beds.  No one could see.

Not all the boys took showers in the morning; some showered at bedtime.
The next morning Tomas and Richard set a precident.  They walked to the
bathroom naked.  Richard was a little apprehensive.  "It's just guys around
here," Tomas assured him.  They got several glances as they walked through
the cabin, and Benny, one of the eleven-year-olds, also walked in naked.

After they brushed their teeth, the three boys walked around the partition
to the shower room.  They got their reward for getting up early enough to
shower.  Randy was there, already soaped and glistening in the sunlight
coming through the high windows.

"Morning, guys!"  He grinned as three naked boys looked him over.

Randy was 20, a tall and slender tow-headed blond.  His deep brown eyes
sparkled at them as he washed the suds over his well-developed body.  Later
they would learn that Randy was on his college track team.  But now, for at
least a moment, all they could think about was the thick cock hanging
casually between his legs.  Behind it lay a large dark pink sac, and above
it curled dark blond pubes.

Tomas faced the wall, turned on a showerhead and busied himself creating
suds.  He'd boned up immediately.  Richard stood next to him.  Tomas
glanced over his shoulder at Randy, on the other side of the shower room,
as Randy rinsed off.  When the counselor had left the room Tomas used his
suds to stroke his cock.  It had begun to grow at his first glance of the
counselor, and it was hard and standing against his belly by the time he
had turned to the wall.

Richard assumed it was safe to jack off when he saw Tomas at work, so he
did the same.  They spread their legs slightly as their bodies tensed.
Tomas noticed Benny watching them, but he was stroking his own smaller
dick.  Richard and Tomas brought themselves quickly to a cum, shooting
their cream onto the floor, just before a couple of other guys walked in.
Because he was standing facing the door, it was poor Benny who was caught
stroking his stiffie.  He blushed deeply, but no one said anything.  Tomas
grinned at him and winked.

The weather was warm, and after breakfast, when they were to do a
"search-and-rescue" competition in the woods, most of the boys left their
t-shirts behind in the cabin.  It was more of an exercise than a
competition.  A team of two hid themselves in the woods and pretended to be
lost.  The next team was sent off ten minutes later to find them.  There
was really nothing to it, but the boys laughed and had fun with it.

After a rest period following lunch, they had the whole afternoon to swim
or hike if they wanted.  Most chose to swim, and there were more who chose
to do it nude.  There was a small platform on a raft out in the lake, and
during the afternoon various boys sprawled on it.  Sometimes there was only
one, but more often there were three or four naked boys sitting or lying in
the sun.  And there were playful boys, too, the ones who liked to swim
close enough to someone to feel some skin, bump a hip, or back into a bare
butt.  There were many glimpses of arms, legs, smooth chests.

Randy came out to the raft once.  All the counselors had to swim in their
shorts for some reason, but Tomas, lying naked on his back, watched him out
of the corner of his eye.  As the breeze dried Randy's skin, Tomas could
see little blond hairs on Randy's leg as they reflected the sunlight.
There was just a trace of light hair on his lower arms and just below his
bellybutton.  Tomas realized his dick was stiffening, but he didn't worry
about it.  If he was naked and semi-hard lying in the sun... that was okay.
He was sure Randy had seen a number of stiff dicks.  In fact, it was more
than possible that Randy had something growing in his pouch.

Those thoughts dissolved when a couple of the younger boys swam to the edge
of the raft, and Randy allowed them to pull him into the water.

They had to put their shorts on to walk to the cabin -- no nudity except at
the beach -- and seven of them crowded into the shower room to rinse off.
Shoulders and asses brushed each other, but that was to be expected.

When they had dressed again, Tomas motioned Richard to go with him outside.
"The dinner bell doesn't ring for over thirty minutes," he whsipered when
they were away from the cabin.  "You think The Dick is up for a quick blow
job?"

Richard grinned.  "He sure is now!"

"That spot we found in the woods this morning -- it's in a little dip in
the ground; nobody could see.  Let's go."  Tomas had been thinking about
that spot all day.

They were boys, after all, so they sprinted into the woods, though they
were careful to make as little noise as possible.  They ran down an
incline, and, suddenly, they were surrounded by a wall of undergrowth and
trees all around them.  It appeared to be some kind of old sinkhole.

As soon as they stopped, Tomas pulled Richard's shorts and briefs down to
his ankle.  He kissed Richard's lips briefly and then got on his knees.
Richard's cock had deflated during their quick run, but it immediately rose
to it full extent -- now fully four inches.  Tomas held it with one hand
and licked those little pink lips.

"Oooooooo fuck Tomasssss... that's soooo nice..."

He tasted the few drops of precum that were leaking for him, then he sucked
the entire dick in until his lips were kissing Richard's almost hairless
pubic mound.  Tomas sucked deeply, and the suction drew a moan from
Richard.  Tomas' other hand, one finger now wet, found the younger boy's
asshole.  He slipped it in as deep as he could and searched for the boy's
small prostate.

He sucked slowly for a few minutes, tightening his lips as he pulled his
mouth away from Richard's body and up to his cockhead.  But Richard was
demanding more now.  He began to thrust his hips toward his cocksucker,
fucking into his mouth.  Tomas moved his finger more rapidly inside him,
fucking in as Richard pulled outward from his mouth.

And Richard was in boy heaven.  He was moving dreamily between fucking
forward into the warm cavern waiting for his dick, and he was fucking
backward onto the finger invading his tunnel.  Forwards, backwards.  It
didn't take long for the urgency to begin inside him.  He moved faster --
fuck-fuck fuck-fuck fuck-fuck -- and thrust harder in both directions.  He
was past the point of no return.  fuck-fuck fuck-fuck fuck-fuck

"SSSSSssssssssssssssss..."  Mindful of the need to be quiet, Richard made
the moan that accompanied his first shot sound more like a long hiss
escaping from between his clenched teeth.  It ended sharply when he shoved
his groin harder at Tomas' mouth, but it was repeated as his dick shot more
of his cream into Tomas.

When he was finished, Richard groaned deeply.  "Oh god, Tomas.  That was so
good."  Richard was still standing, but he wouldn't have been able to stand
if Tomas had not been holding him by his hips.

As Richard got on his knees, Tomas stood.  He let the boy pull his shorts
and briefs down; his boner sprang up joyously!  A hard fourteen-year-old
dick loves to be outdoors, feeling the breeze brush softly at the pubes
around it.  Richard could have just knelt there and enjoyed the lovely
view, but he was needy now.  He sucked on Tomas' dickhead, drawing more
precum from those little lips.  He fondled Tomas' balls, feeling the tiny
hairs that were making their appearance there.

Richard took a deep breath and went completely down on Tomas.  Tomas was
now over five inches, and Richard felt the teen's cockhead hit the back of
his throat.  He swallowed, knowing the movement would tighten his hold on
it.

"Ummmmmm... suck it, Richard..."

And he did.  Eagerly.  He had not tasted his lover's cream for two days,
and he'd hated to see it disappear down the shower room drain that morning.
He nursed on the big cock like a starving baby sucking for nourishment.
His tongue almost wrapped itself around Tomas' shaft; he pressed it,
stroked it with his tongue.

When he felt Tomas tense, he pulled away from him slightly, and the first
blast of Tomas' cream filled his mouth.  He swallowed hurriedly, still
sucking the cockhead and now, stroking the shaft with his hand, he was
rewarded with another mouthful.  The third time he resisted swallowing so
it would remain in his mouth, but he sucked the last few drops of cum from
the peehole.

Just as the dinner bell rang in the distance.

They hurriedly pulled their clothes up.  "We had our meat," Tomas grinned;
"now let's go eat our veggies."

"Hey, wait," Richard said as he stopped abruptly.  "Are we going to... you
know, smell like sex?"

"Probably," Tomas grinned.

Richard giggled, and they ran on to the dining hall.

They sat around the campfire for a while that evening, telling jokes and
stories, and when it was time to return to the cabin Richard suggested
taking another shower.  Tomas stripped with him, and they ran laughing into
the shower room.

Carl was there, naked, soaping himself.  Tomas had gotten a glimpse of the
boy's chest and belly once when Carl was changing.  The boy looked even
thinner in the shower.  He looked too young to be in camp, in fact, but he
had to be at least eleven, Tomas thought.  Long brown hair was hanging
wetly around his face, and that only highlighted the eyes; poor Carl looked
like a deer caught in the headlights.  Tomas simply said, "Hi," and turned
on the showerhead next to him.

"Glad you in here with us, Carl," Tomas said, trying to keep his voice low
over the sound of the shower.

What Tomas didn't know is that Randy had noticed Carl's reluctance to
shower and had told him he had to shower at least once every day.  Carl had
sneaked away from the campfire, hoping to be in and out before the other
boys returned.  The eleven-year-old boy looked at Tomas carefully, as
though waiting for the punch line, the
what's-a-little-kid-like-you-doing-here joke at his expense.  He'd already
heard that enough, and it was only the first day.

Tomas simply soaped himself up.  "Want me to get your back, Richard?" he
asked.  And he turned away from Carl to soap Richard's back for him,
knowing full well that the Carl's eyes were all over his back and ass.

"You, too, Carl?" Tomas asked when he turned around.

Carl slowly turned around and stood still as Tomas soaped his back,
massaging the thin shoulders.  Carl tensed a bit when Tomas began to
massage his sides, but he relaxed again.

"There you go, Carl."

Carl turned partially around.  He had a small, shy smile on his face.  And
a three inch boner.  It was smaller than an eleven-year-old would usually
have, but it was definitely hard.

They dried off together and walked back to their beds, Richard and Tomas
still naked but Carl dressed in shorts and t-shirt that he'd put on at the
bench inside the shower room.  As Richard and Tomas pulled clean shorts on
and settled back for the night, Carl kept his eyes on them as much as he
could.  He noticed that they had put on shorts but no briefs under them.
He thought he knew what that meant.  That they were going to play with
their dicks.  Didn't it mean that?  He pulled the sheet up over his
shoulder, turned to the wall, and reached down between his thighs.

Against the wall on the opposite side of the cabin, Benny, the other
eleven-year-old, was watching the boys who had come out of the shower
naked.

And from the corner, Randy was watching them, too.

The next morning Tomas and Richard opted for a longer hike in the woods.
As long as they didn't cross any fences, they were told, they could go
anywhere they wanted.  Randy told them to watch the time. The dining hall
packed lunchboxes for them -- and a larger group of four who were heading
into the woods on the opposite side of camp -- and they were to begin
heading back no later than three o'clock.

Benny was listening as the boys received their instructions.  When Randy
moved away, Benny went up to them.  "Please, can I go with you?  Nobody
wants to play with me out there" -- he motioned toward the lake -- "and
it's no fun.  I'll keep up, I promise."

Richard was clearly hesitant.

"He reminds me of a little brother," Tomas said pointedly.

Benny was afraid he was losing his chance.  "Look," he said, "I know you
guys want to jerk off."  He lowered his voice to a whisper.  "I do, too,
but I'm kind of scared of it around here.  The other guys might... you
know.  Please."

Richard said, "He reminds me of a little brother, too."  He smiled.  "Come
on, Benny; we need to get you a lunchbox from the kitchen."

By the middle of the morning the boys were sweating.  All three had removed
their t-shirts.  In fact, they had never gotten very far from the edge of
the lake so it would be easier to find their way back.  As they crossed
over a rise, they discovered a small cove off the lake.  The shoreline
there was away from the view from the beach back at camp.  They sat down in
the shade to drink from their canteens and decided, even though it wasn't
lunchtime yet, they'd eat their sandwiches.

Then they lay back on the grassy bank for a while, talking about camp and
other campers.  Eventually, given the real purpose of their hike, their
shorts came off.  All three had tents by that time, and they grinned at
each other.  Benny was a little self-conscious since he didn't know the
other two that well.  And, of course, he was smaller.  To Benny, Tomas was
almost a man.

"You jack off a lot, Benny?" Richard asked, cupping his own cotton-covered
treasure.

Benny grinned.  "Yeah.  Can't help it, I guess.  I was hoping... Well, I
was hoping they would be other guys here who do it, too."

"I bet every guy in the cabin does, Benny," Tomas said.  "They're just not
as honest about it as we are."

"Or as horny," Richard laughed.

"Can you cum yet, Benny?" Tomas asked.

"Naw."  Benny laughed nervously.  "But I sure get horny."

"Time to strip for real?" Tomas asked.  He made it a question, because he
wanted Benny to know he was in on any decisions.  But without hesitating
Benny joined the other two in removing his briefs.  Three boy boners were
free.

Tomas was clearly the most physically developed.  His thick cock and dark
patch were at the center of a beautiful body.  Richard had begun to fill
out a little, and he was starting to tan.  His dick rose from a mound that
had, now, just a sprinkling of short, darker hairs that could be seen on
close inspection.  Benny, however, was still the little boy.  At eleven, he
still had a little boy's chest.  He wasn't skinny, but he was definitely
slender.  His dick was pale pink, about three-and-a-half inches long.  His
balls had just begun to descend.

The boys were now sitting cross-legged in a tight circle, their knees
almost touching; their eyes moved from dick to dick to dick and three hands
stroked slowly.

When Tomas saw a drop of precum appear on his cockhead, he said, "You ever
been sucked, Benny?"

"No," Benny answered, his voice a little tight.  "But... I heard about
it..."  His little dick was throbbing in his hand.

"We jack off, Benny, Richard and me, but we also suck.  You want Richard to
suck you?"

Benny's deep swallow could actually be heard.  He didn't even try to speak;
he just nodded.

Richard leaned over into the younger's boy's lap and stroked his dick a few
times.  He leaned farther down and licked at the little pink dickhead.
Benny gasped. His breath came in short little pants.  Richard leaned the
boy back until he was lying on the ground, and he put his face between the
smooth thighs.  Still holding the short shaft, he licked around the little
head and sucked on it lightly.

"Mmmmmmm guyssss..."  Benny closed his eyes and gave himself over
completely to his first blow job.

Richard sucked the whole dick into his mouth, working it slowly with his
tongue, still sucking lightly.  It was fully hard now, a stiff little pole,
and Richard sucked regularly, listening to the moans of the boy beneath
him.  He let his tongue circle the little dickhead several times, and he
raked it against the underside of the thin shaft.  Each time he heard a
moan from the boy under him, Richard repeated whatever had brought the boy
pleasure.

Benny was ready.  He'd been ready all morning.  He'd been unable to resist
giving his dick a little pat or squeeze when he thought the other two
hiking ahead of him weren't looking.  Now, his dick fully involved in a
completely new experience, throbbed as it never had before.  It was only a
few minutes before Benny's moans became little squeaks as his dick thrashed
around inside Richard's mouth.  His belly shook with the spasms that
overcame his body.

When Richard had raised up, Benny lay there a moment lost in his sexual
high.  His eyes slowly opened to find Tomas and Richard, his cocksucker,
smiling at him.

"Oh guys... oooooo wow!"  He was at a loss for words.

Tomas crawled over and began to suck on Richard while Benny recovered;
Benny watched them with a small smile, still lost in his own afterglow.

After a while, Benny crawled to them and began to suck on Tomas.  The older
boy's big dick was too much for him to take completely, but he sucked on
the wet cockhead, loving the taste and heat of it.  He had amazed himself
by taking the cockhead into his mouth, something he'd never even thought
about doing.  But after that wonderful blow job, it just seemed... well, it
seemed just right.

Richard and Tomas had planned the hike as a chance to fuck, but Tomas had
decided that was not a good idea with their younger friend present.  He had
whispered as much to Richard when they arrived at the cove, and Richard had
reluctantly agreed.  Benny might not be ready for that.  A little jerking
and a little sucking -- those were things boys got into and could keep
secret.  Fucking, however, might be too big and scary a secret for Benny.

So instead of spending the day hiking any farther, they spent the day,
naked, at the cove.  They could actually hear some of the laughter from the
beach at camp, but they couldn't be seen.  They wandered into the water
once -- which was strictly forbidden anywhere other than the camp beach --
and they horsed around, slapping at asses and pulling at dicks.

They jacked each other off in the water once, and Benny watched in
amazement as Tomas' big load floated in the lake, then as Richard's smaller
load joined it.  They sucked some more, Benny learning to enjoy balls as
well as dicks.  Benny didn't think it was possible for a kid to have as
many dry cums as he had that afternoon.  When they dragged into camp in
time to shower off for dinner, they didn't even have the energy to horse
around in the shower.

The next morning Carl lingered at breakfast sitting next to Tomas.  He'd
seemed to almost adopt the older boy as a brother in the last couple of
days.

That morning in the shower, Carl and Tomas had been the last in the shower,
and Carl had allowed Tomas to soap his back again.  As he did, Tomas had
stepped close enough to the little boy that his hardon brushed against
Carl's ass.  Tomas moved some of the suds up to the boy's shoulder, and he
felt Carl relax.  Tomas had pulled him gently until Carl was resting back
against him, his back fully on Tomas' chest.  He'd looked down over the
flat chest and belly to see a stiff dick pointing outward.

Tomas had reached a soapy hand around the boy and cupped the hard little
dick.  Carl had jumped a bit, but he sighed and relaxed against Tomas
again.  Tomas' hard cock was pressed against the small of Carl's back.
Tomas stroked the little dick slowly.  Carl's young body communicated those
movements to Tomas' own cock, which seemed to caress the eleven-year-old's
back.

"You've seen me do it, haven't you?" Tomas whispered in his ear.  "It's
okay.  I don't mind.  Some of the other boys do it, too.  You have a great
dick for a boy your age, Carl."

But Carl had tensed again.  He pulled away, hurriedly toweled off, and
dressed.

Now, after breakfast, Carl remained seated next to Tomas.  Tomas made no
move to hurry away, telling his cabin mates he'd join them for the
morning's events in a little bit.

When the dining hall was almost empty, Carl said quietly, "My daddy says
it's bad to pull your peter."  He waited for a response.

"I pull mine a lot, Carl, and it never feels bad.  It feels good."  Tomas
waited, too.

"But, it might be a bad thing..."  Carl was struggling to explain an
explaination he'd never understood himself.

"Some people might think so.  I don't.  It doesn't hurt anybody, and it
sure makes me feel good.  I think it's a good thing."  Tomas let that sink
in.  "When you pull it, doesn't it make you feel good, Carl?"

Carl slowly nodded his "yes," but then he froze, realizing he'd just made a
confession.  "But I feel bad afterwards," he said.

"I used to, too, Carl.  Maybe that's because you think it's a bad thing.
But maybe you're wrong.  Maybe it's something guys can enjoy if they want
to."

"I... I'm sorry I pulled away from you a while ago," Carl said in a little
voice.  He looked up at the teen.  "I didn't think you were doing a bad
thing.  I don't think you're bad.  You're not."

"Thank you, Carl.  Then, maybe, when we're in the shower together the next
time I can help you feel good again, if you want."

Tomas stood and left, a blushing eleven-year-old with a distinct tent in
his shorts.

The morning went fast with more outdoor games and activities for the boys.
Lots of laughter, some groans when a team lost, and one genuine cry when a
knee was seriously scraped.

They had to lie on the beds for 45 minutes after lunch to rest before they
could swim, and most of the boys talked and joked.  Tomas and Richard
talked quietly, and Tomas noticed Carl watching them almost continuously.
But when the swimming bell rang, the cabin was suddenly full of leaping,
yelling boys and just as suddenly emptied of them.

By this time almost everyone was nude on the beach and in the lake.  Tomas
had told Richard about his conversation with Carl, and the two made sure
the younger boy could catch up with them as they walked down to the lake.
On the beach, as most boys were laughing and yanking their shorts off as
fast as they could, Richard and Tomas stopped to pull theirs off.  Carl
started to walk on, into the water, but Tomas stopped him with a hand on
his arm.

"I think you'd like being in the water naked with the rest of us, Carl.
It's fun."

Carl looked at the two, who had been careful not to strip yet, then he
slowly nodded.  All three slipped off their shorts and waded in, and by the
time the water was up to his knees, Carl was grinning.  They splashed
around together a little, and then Tomas decided to swim out to the raft.
Carl and Richard joined a couple of other boys for a game of tag in the
water.  The rule was that you were "it" when you got touched.  Anywhere.
It was a boys' game that made touching forbidden things all right.  The
counselors were aware of it and ignored it.

Carl caught onto the idea as quickly as any of the other boys, and he found
himself pushing, touching, or lightly slapping backs, thighs, butts.  He
even laughed when one of the older boys brushed his hand against Carl's
limp little dick under the water.  At first he stayed in water deep enough
to hide himself from his waist down, but soon he was running and splashing
anywhere the game took him.

Later, Richard joined Tomas on the raft, the water spilling from his
newly-tanned body as he raised himself up on it.

"Where's Carl?" Tomas asked.

Richard motioned to the water nearer the beach.  The others were still
chasing each other around, and at that moment Carl, who must have been "it"
ran out of the water chasing someone.  His butt cheeks, thin as they were,
were bouncing as he ran, and his stiff peter pointed his way to his victim.
They could hear him laughing with the other boys.

At the moment Richard and Tomas were alone on the raft.  Richard reached
over and squeezed Tomas' arm.  "I love you," he said quietly.  A moment
later he asked, "You helped him do that, didn't you?  Get
more... comfortable."

Tomas shrugged.  "He did it for himself."

That night Richard and Tomas waited until almost all the others had
showered, and then they stripped and went into the shower room.  They were
lathering up when they were joined by Benny, grinning and hard.  He was
followed hesitantly by Carl, who almost backed out when he saw Benny was
there, too.  But he slowly pulled his briefs and t-shirt off and stepped
into the water next to Tomas.

"We're all buddies in here, right guys?" Richard called above the sound of
the water.

As the others nodded, four hands lowered to four hard dicks and began to
stroke.  Carl turned his back to Tomas, and Tomas understood the signal.
He soaped the boy's back again, allowing him to rest against his chest.  He
moved the lather over Carl's shoulders and down onto his chest.  At the
same time he whispered in to Carl's ear, "That's very nice, Carl."  He
squeezed the soapy nipples and, though he couldn't hear it over the noise,
he could feel the boy's sigh.  He moved his own cock to point it downward;
it throbbed against the little ass in front of him.

Realizing that their time in the shower was limited, Tomas reached around
for the boy's peter, just as stiff as it had been the previous time, just
as hard as it had been on the beach.  He stroked his soapy hands over the
length of it, all three inches.  There was no hair there, Tomas knew.  With
one hand he continued to jack the boy, and with the other he caressed the
thin chest, passing his fingertip over the nipples.  He felt the deep sighs
again.  He knew the boy could not cum, but he wanted this orgasm to be one
Carl could re-live in his imagination in his own bed at home.

In a moment the younger boy stiffened against Tomas, and Tomas increased
the speed of his hand.  Even above the sound of the water Tomas could hear
the long, high groan of pleasure, the climax a moment this particular boy
would never forget.

Tomas let Carl relax a moment, then he turned him around.  "Do you want to
do me?" he asked.

Carl nodded.

Tomas spread his legs a bit as Carl reached for the teen's hard, thick five
inches.  Carl was completely unaware that both Richard and Benny were
watching as they stroked themselves.  He circled his fingers around the
biggest cock he'd ever seen and shivered inside as he felt its hardness and
warmth.  His strokes were uneven and irregular, but Tomas had been near his
explosion anyway, with his dick rubbing that soft white ass.

Carl was shaking a bit because of his nervousness, and Tomas lay a hand on
his shoulder.  "That's very nice, Carl," he said.

Carl looked up at the face smiling at him and thrilled deeply that he was
pleasing such a beautiful teen.  He slowed his strokes a little and tried
to make them more regular, copying the strokes Tomas had given him.  His
eyes moved over the wet mound of pubes and down the length of the teen's
dick.  He locked his eyes on the cockhead, wanting to see the exact second
the cum would explode.

He was ready soon, and Carl watched with an open mouth as Tomas' dick
spewed a long rope of cum onto the floor.  It was followed by another, as
Tomas had to guide Carl's hand to keep him stroking.  Then there was a
third that hit Carl's belly and began to run down the white skin.  Tomas
oozed a bit more, but he hurried the others to the towels as soon as he
could.

Carl didn't say a word, but he looked as though he'd fallen in love.

They all left the shower room and jumped into their beds.  Perhaps no one
noticed, but this time none of the four bothered to pull on briefs or
shorts first.