Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 12:34:16 +1000
From: Jeff Albertson <albertson194@gmail.com>
Subject: Tommy Gets a Day Job

Tommy Gets A Day Job

A story by plantagenet

Disclaimer: This story is clearly fictional. No likeness to any persons
living or dead is intended. Adults only, no minors allowed, in
jusrisdictions where permitted.

Author's note: The central idea of this story is not mine: I read a similar
story some while ago, but lost track of it. I have tried to reimagine it
here, with my own modest embellishments. I hope the original author regards
this humble effort as an homage to his story, and not simply plagiarism.

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Tommy Gets A Day Job

"Young man! Hello? Excuse me, young man!" the elderly woman called out from
the first floor window of the sizeable mansion towards the teenager
slouching along the footpath. Tommy looked around when he heard the noise,
but was pretty certain no-one was calling out to him. After all, he hadn't
done anything wrong, and nobody could prove he had.

"Yes, you, young man. Thomas, isn't it?" the woman yelled again. This time
Tommy looked right at her, and realised that it was himself that she was
talking to.

The teen pointed at his chest and scowled at her. "Who, me?" he grunted.
Adults were always doing this to him, hassling him, accusing him of stuff
just on principle.

"Yes, yes, of course I mean you. Please wait right there while I come
down", the woman replied, now sounding slightly exasperated. Tommy took a
few more steps along the sidewalk to the substantial ornate wrought iron
gates that belonged to the house and waited for the old battleaxe,
wondering what he was about to be accused of. After all, everybody over the
age of 21 had it in for Tommy. They knew he was trouble just from the way
he swaggered down the street.

The woman appeared at the heavy gates and opened one side. "Thomas, isn't
it? I'm sure my grandson didn't make a mistake with your name" the woman
smiled ingratiatingly at the teen.

"Yeah, I'm Tommy. What of it? he replied, cautious but with an edge of
surliness in his voice.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm Mrs Farnshaw, Terence's
grandmother. He pointed you out to me as you walked down our street", she
explained, as if it would make the situation clearer. It didn't.

"I can walk down the street if I want - it's a free country, ain't it?",
Tommy replied, beginning to wonder what planet this old hag came from. And
who the hell was Terence?

The woman who identified herself as Mrs Farnshaw smiled at the teen. "Oh,
my, yes, of course you can, a big strong boy such as yourself. It's just
that I'm in a bit of a situation at the moment. You see, I have to attend
an appointment in town, Saturday appointments are so hard to get, don't you
know, and I don't want to leave Terence by himself. He doesn't want to come
into town with me, poor little lamb, and I was just about to give up hope
when he saw you and told me who you were". At that point, a sandy-haired
head poked around the side of the substantial skirts the woman was wearing,
and Tommy recognised the head as belonging to a new kid in his class, a
real nerd had been Tommy's first impression at the time. Tommy vaguely
recalled his name might have been something gay like Terence.

Tommy's chest puffed out a little on being praised by the old lady. "Yeah,
he's in my class - what of it?" He pulled back a little on the arrogant
tone he usually employed in this type of encounter, sensing as he did that
the woman wanted some kind of favour from him. An errand perhaps. That
usually meant money for Tommy, so he was all ears.

"Well, as I said, I need to go down the street this morning, and the
weather is a little unsettled, so I don't want to risk Terence's health,
he's quite delicate, you know. May I impose upon you to sit with him for a
couple of hours, until lunchtime, I should be back by then. I can offer you
a small amount for your trouble?"

"How much?" Tommy replied, hoping for a twenty, but willing to take ten for
doing next to nothing on a morning when he was already doing nothing for
free.

"Well, I'm sure I shall be away for at least three hours - will fifty
dollars be sufficient? I don't know the usual rate, we've only just moved
here from down east" she replied, sounding hopeful that Tommy would accept
her offer without any unseemly haggling in front of her grandson.

Tommy's face split in an unpleasant grin (he was unaccustomed to smiling).
"Sure, uh, ma'am, fifty'll be just fine. I'll look after my old pal Terence
for you. Take as long as you need, I'll be his guardian angel until you get
back" Tommy reached out around the woman's voluminous dress and took the
skittish Terence by the hand. His other hand he held out for the money,
which was forthcoming also. "See you when you get back, ma'am.  Don't worry
about us, we'll be just fine. Come on, Terence", he coaxed, dragging the
boy away from his grandmother's shadow. Mrs Farnshaw smiled as the two
mismatched boys entered the house, and set about her errand in the town,
carefully locking the iron gates behind her as she departed.

The two boys were indeed mismatched. Tommy was fifteen, held back in the
eight grade two years running for exceedingly poor grades and frequent
truancy. He was a brutish lad, always on the lookout for a smaller boy to
torment (just for the hell of it), or for a way to make easy money in order
to purchase cigarettes or booze, when he couldn't steal them. Genetically
blessed with a strong but stocky physique, he added to his strength by
working out with his stepfather's weights and gym equipment, making sure he
didn't get caught. He hoped one day to be stronger than the man his mother
married, so he could knock him on his ass and split from this backwater
burg.

Terence was a few months shy of thirteen, 'shy' being the defining word for
this skinny weakling. He had not been at his new school long enough to
attract Tommy's sinister attentions, and so made the mistake of pointing
the teen out to his grandma as a possible sitter. Poor Terence was pretty
much afraid of everything and everybody. His only strong point was his
academic ability, which made school days bearable because he usually hid
out in the library.

Still holding the smaller boy's hand, Tommy walked Terence into the house
as though it was his own and led him into the first room he found, a
spacious family room with a large television set and couches. A bookshelf
covered one wall, a large picture window another. "So, Terence, old buddy,
it looks like I'm looking after you for the morning. How does that grab
you, huh?" Tommy declared, grinning his evil grin.

Unnerved by the older boy's smile (it reminded the boy of drawings he had
seen in illustrated books - the Big Bad Wolf sprang instantly to mind),
Terence tried to reply with a smile. "Um, fine, Tommy, it's fine", he
muttered, trying to pitch his unbroken voice as low as possible. He
wondered briefly whether he should have taken his chances at the ladies'
hairdressing salon with his grandma.

"We'll have a great time, Terence, you wait and see", Tommy assured the
boy. "What kind of a name is Terence, anyway?", the teen leered, throwing
himself onto a couch and picking up a TV remote from an end table. "You got
WWE on this Terry-boy? That's the best show on cable", the older boy added,
trying to operate the large remote control.

"My name is Terence Aldwyn Farnshaw the Third", the boy responded stiffly,
immediately recognising the folly of what he had just done. Tommy stopped
his inspection of the remote control and dropped it carelessly on the
couch, staring at the younger boy, momentarily speechless at the
youngster's impudence.

"Well, well, well. A blueblood, no less", Tommy sneered. "So tell me,
Terence whatever-the-third, do you like to wrestle? Because I love it. Come
on, you got a nice thick carpet here, I won't get hurt if you throw
me". Without waiting for the smaller boy to reply, Tommy reach his hand out
to the belt on Terence's slacks and curled a finger over the waistband,
slowly tugging the smaller boy towards himself.

Terence knew he could have pulled away if he wanted...but where could he
go? This older boy was in his house, there was noplace else for him to
run. He told his feet to move, and allowed himself to be pulled towards the
older boy, his grandma-appointed sitter for the morning.

"That's the spirit Terry. You're not as scared as you look, I bet. In fact,
I think you could probably give me a good wrestle. You could probably even
pin me, for sure." Tommy pulled the frightened boy towards himself until he
was just inches away. "Have you wrestled before, Terry? Maybe with your
buddies at your old school? Or with your daddy,
Terence-thingummy-the-second? No?" The timid boy shook his head in the
negative.

Tommy released his finger from the boy's waist, letting Terence fall back a
little. He grinned at the boy, and Terence was again powerfully reminded of
the Big Bad Wolf. "I'll tell you what I'll do, Terry boy, since you're a
beginner. I'll get down on all fours, and you try to pin me. That means you
have to get both of my shoulders on the floor at the same time, got that?"

Tommy assumed the position, and waited for the younger boy to begin
wrestling. Poor Terence's attempts were rather pathetic - he tried to push
the older teen over, without success. He climbed onto Tommy's back and
tried to push him downwards towards the carpet, to no avail. He even tried
putting his hand between Tommy's legs to somehow pull him over, but stopped
when he felt something large inside Tommy's shorts.

"Oooh, Terry, you naughty boy! You grabbed my balls then! I thought you
told me you hadn't wrestled before!" Tommy toyed with the boy.

Terence was shocked. What he had accidentally grabbed couldn't possibly
have been Tommy's balls - they were surely far too big for balls, Terence
thought.

"Come on, try once more, then it will be my turn to try to pin you. That's
how it works", Tommy urged the boy. This time, when Terence pushed on the
teen's shoulders, he deliberately toppled over, taking Terence with him and
landing on his back on the plush carpeting.

"That's it, Terence, you did it! You got your first pin!" Tommy lay
sprawled on the floor, with Terence on top of him, nudging the younger boy
with his thighs to keep him off balance. Terence could feel something under
his tummy as he lay on the older boy, but wasn't sure what it could be. Did
Tommy have a cucumber hidden in his shorts, he wondered. Tommy lifted
Terence off him as easily as a pillow and got up, returning to his seat on
the couch.

"I think we need to watch how the experts do it, Terry. Go find us some
wrestling action on this thing" Tommy demanded, handing the boy the remote
control. Terence fingered the buttons confidently, and within seconds the
room was full of the grunts and groans of a mixed martial arts bout inside
a caged arena.

"That's more like it!" exclaimed Tommy, his eyes glued on the large TV for
a few seconds. He looked at Terence, amused at the boy's aghast
features. "Lookit the muscles on that guy, Terry! Are your muscles like
that?" Without waiting for an answer, Tommy pulled the boy's shirt out of
his trousers and up over his head. He then held the boy's arms up in a
flexing pose, squeezing the boy's undeveloped biceps as he did so. "Wow,
lookit your muscles, Terry. I reckon you could beat me three falls out of
five, if you tried. Come on, let's go again. Oh, wait - see how these guys
are wearing just shorts? We should do it that way too" Again without
waiting for the boy to protest, Tommy grabbed Terence's belt and unclasped
it, then undid the button and unzipped, and lowered Terence's slacks to the
floor. The boy looked on helpessly as his trousers puddled around his
ankles, lifting his leg when prompted by Tommy, allowing the older boy to
undress him.

"Shoes, too, Terry boy. It's better in bare feet", Tommy proclaimed
confidently, removing Terence's shoes and socks. "Now me", he added,
stripping to his boxers as the smaller boy watched, torn between the show
on the television between the two sweaty grunting men grabbing each other
in all sorts of places, and the show in his living room where Tommy was now
sparring with an invisible opponent and ostentatiously stretching in front
of the boy who was half his size. Terence gaped openly at the wispy hairs
in Tommy's armpits, and wondered what the next three hours would bring.

"Okay Terry, we're both ready now. I'll give you another turn because it's
your house and all. But before we start, I gotta teach you about doing that
squirrel grip properly before you hurt me too bad. Stand here, with you
legs apart". The frightened boy stood as he was told, clad only in white
briefs, his legs making a triangle with the floor. "Now, here's the right
way to do it", Tommy explained, putting his hand between the boy's legs
from behind and grabbing Terence's diminutive package gently. Terence
gasped when Tommy's hand came into contact with his little balls and
shrivelled penis. "Now, that doesn't hurt, right?" Tommy whispered into the
boy's ear as he groped and squeezed Terence's immature genitals with just
enough pressure to let the boy feel it without causing pain. Not knowing
what else to do, Terence nodded.

"Okay, now you practice it on me. I'll get on the floor again". Tommy
dropped to the floor on all fours, his knees apart. Looking back over his
shoulder, he coached the younger boy in the "correct" use of the illegal
grip. "Put your hand up between my legs. That's it, get it right up
there. Now, grab hold gently, don't squeeze 'em like you did before. Just
get a feel of them".

Terence did as he was told, lightly holding the bigger boy's package,
marvelling at its size. It felt to Terence as though the older boy had a
banana in his shorts, along with a couple of limes. "That's the way,
Terry. Just give them a light squeeze", the older boy instructed. The timid
boy did his best, wondering how this could be a legitimate tactic even in
such a brutal sport as the one he was now seeing on his television set.

Tommy groaned theatrically as Terence exerted a fraction more
pressure. "Yeah, that's it, Terry. Now see if you can grab just my balls by
themselves. Or maybe just one ball at a time, for starters. Just so's you
know what you're doing. I'm tryin' ta help you here. Get the left ball
first, okay?" Terence grunted a wordless answer as he felt around the
outside of the rough-talking teenager's boxers. He found a large lump and
gently palpated it.

Tommy sighed. "Nice try, squirt, but that's my right ball. Try for the
other one." Terence released the fleshy kiwifruit-sized organ and felt
around for the other one. "Oh, yeah, you got it now", Tommy moaned as the
boy found his target. "Okay, now, grab my cock, look, like the guy on TV is
doing". Sure enough, the television wrestlers were in a genital-grabbing
clinch that made Terence's eyes bug out as he stared at it. Obediently, the
young lad released Tommy's testicle and went for the prize. It wasn't
difficult to find, Terence discovered, gasping as his fingers closed around
the boxer-clad erection of the horny teenager. His mind could not encompass
the proportions of the teenager's dick as his hand lightly squeezed the
hard phallus under Tommy's directions.

"Yeah, that's the way, Terry, you're nearly an expert already. But then,
you got a good teacher, huh?" Tommy encouraged the boy as his wicked plan
fell into place. "Okay, let go of my cock now and I'll do yours."

Terence felt a thrill of despair run through him. Deep down the boy knew
that their roles would be eventually be reversed - he had observed this
when he saw other children at play: they always took turns, even when it
might hurt. But his desire to get along with the older boy, to be
subservient, won out over his sense of self-preservation.

With a slight sense of loss, he relaxed his grip on Tommy's boner,
wondering briefly to himself why the bigger boy's large, hard banana-sized
penis felt so...nice in his hand. But now the moment of truth had
arrived. Terence knew he was now obliged to submit to Tommy's big hand
groping between his legs. He had never engaged in this kind of play with
other boys before - indeed, play of any kind with boys was something
Terence only read about or observed from afar.

Quivering with anticipation, Terence knelt on all fours, facing the
television. The two big sweaty men were still wrestling, grabbing and
throwing each other, grunting and snarling as they did so. For a moment,
Terence was lost in the moment, entranced by the display on the big
screen. His reverie was suddenly snatched away when he felt a warm hand on
his back. Terence remembered what he was kneeling down on all fours for,
and what was about to happen.

"Now, I'll be real careful, like, 'cause you were careful with me, right?"
Tommy cajoled the boy, "and I want you to pay attention, like in school,
huh? Since we're pals now, I want you to get this right".

"Pals?" Terence thought. "We're pals now? How did this happen? When did it-
Oh!" Terence gasped as Tommy's other hand ran up along his sensitive inner
thighs and made contact with his small cotton-clad package. The hand that
was on Terence's back rubbed up and down his spine as the other, more
intrusive hand felt around for his tiny balls.

Terence jerked upwards with surprise, but was held down by Tommy's hand on
his back as the teen's other hand grabbed Terence's balls, both easily
fitting in the bigger boy's grip. Tommy continued his instructive
chatter. "Okay, now I got your nuts, like you had mine. Feel how I roll 'em
around? You do that when you wanna get a guy's attention. But ya don't
squeeze 'em, okay, 'cause they're real sensitive. If you just wanna get a
guy uncomfortable, you go for his dick, like this". Tommy's hand followed
his words as he shifted his grasp to Terence's cocktail weenie, and
fingered it's stubby length.

"Well, now that's a nice size dick you got there, Terry. How much is it, an
inch and a half? What about stiff? How big does it grow to? Let's find
out. I'll do it for ya, that's what pals do." Tommy began to stroke
Terence's little penis into erection as the smaller boy added this tidbit
of information to his newly acquired storehouse of intelligence about what
boys do together.

"Hmm" murmured Tommy. "Feels like about two and a half hard. Is that what
you thought, Terry? Mine's about six, or maybe six and a quarter. But you'd
know that already, huh? Jeez, I'm bushed. How about we take a break? Got
any soda?" Tommy untangled himself from the smaller boy and slumped onto
the spacious couch. Terence gingerly got to his feet and reached for his
clothing, but Tommy stopped him. "We don't need that when there's just us
guys here - your granny won't be back for a couple hours yet."

Still clad in only his white briefs, now with a small erection pushing the
y-fronts outwards into a peak, Terence silently consented and walked to the
kitchen to get sodas. He did admit to himself that it felt strange (and
even kind of fun) to walk around his own house almost nude, and with an
aroused condition he would never have displayed in front of his grandmother
- she would not have tolerated it. Terence opened the refrigerator and
pulled out two sodas.

Back in the living room, Tommy sprawled on the plush sofa with one hand
down the front of his boxers, the other draped along the back of the heavy
overstuffed furniture. Terence held out the can of soft drink to his new
pal and sat down nearby. Tommy wrenched the tab off his soda and guzzled
the drink down in one go, belching ostentatiously after doing so.

"Jeez, I needed that", he remarked loudly, wiping his mouth with the back
of his hand as he set the empty can down on the armrest. "Now I'm horny
after all that wrestling. Say Terry - when you and your buddies get horny,
do you jerk or blow? Or maybe-" here the teen winked at Terence in a way
that made the younger boy's tummy lurch "-you go all the way?"

Terence was halfway through the first sip of his drink when he heard
Tommy's question. Soda spurted out his nostrils as he convulsed with terror
and confusion. Did Tommy think he had other friends before arriving in this
town? Were 'jerking' and 'blowing' (the actual nature of which was only
vaguely apprehended by Terence) routine behaviours with one's friends? And
did 'horny' mean what Terence suspected it meant? And what on earth could
possibly be meant by 'all the way'?

Tommy did not give the younger lad any more time for introspection - he
grabbed Terence's soda can and set it alongside his own. "okay, buddy, my
cock needs ya, and you're boned up too, I can see. You wanna go first or
second?"

Terence gaped open-mouthed at Tommy. Clearly, the older boy was proposing
some kind of sexual activity between them, to take place right there in the
living room on his grandmother's couch! Terence could only speculate about
the relative merits of 'going first' and whether it was superior to 'going
second', and what specific activity was actually being proposed. Before he
could decide between two equally terrifying options, Tommy took matters out
of his hands by grabbing the smaller boy's arm and dragging him over the
cushions towards himself. "Let's do each other at the same time - we're
pals, ain't we?" Tommy growled as he jammed his hand down the front of
Terence's briefs and felt for the boy's cock. At the same time he took
Terence's limp wrist and shoved the boy's hand under the hem of his boxers,
where his own hand had been frigging his cock moments earlier.

Dumbfounded, Terence could think of nothing else to do but imitate the
older boy's motions, out of sheer confusion. He wrapped his slender fingers
around the teen's hard penis, marvelling at the heat emanating from it, and
began to slide the skin up and down, just as Tommy was doing to his own
little cock. The feelings of excitement and terror coming from Tommy's
ministrations multiplied quickly in Terence's mind as he tried to
concentrate on working Tommy's cock.

Within a minute, Tommy grunted in frustration. "Your undies are too tight
to let me get at your dick properly, Terry. Get 'em off. I'll take mine off
too". Lfting his buttocks off the couch, Tommy yanked his boxers down his
thighs and over his knees, as Terry scrambled to do likewise, unsure
whether he was supposed to release Tommy's cock in the process. Tommy
settled matters by grabbing Terence's underwear by the hem and jerking them
down to his feet. "That's better", he commented as the two naked youths sat
side by side and wanked each other. Terence gawped at the fleshy weapon he
was holding, seeing a mature (and rampant) penis for the first time in his
sheltered life. He also noted the bush of black hair that Tommy sported
around the base of his weapon, comparingly it enviously to his own bald
pubic region.

Another minute of mutual penis-pulling and grunting ensued, but still Tommy
was not satisfied. "This couch is rubbing on my butt. Let's go to your
room, Terry. Your bed's gotta be more comfortable than this!" Terence was
silently relieved to retreat to a less-exposed location, so he relinquished
Tommy's cock and bent down to collect his clothing from where it was
scattered in the floor, but Tommy was faster. "I'll get your stuff, you
lead the way", the older boy commanded as he pushed Terence towards the
archway, scooping up all of the strewn clothing as he followed his young
victim through the house, admiring the younger boy's narrow bottom along
the way. "Hey, nice butt, buddy" Tommy remarked, amused by the blush on
Terence's face as the younger boy looked behind himself in response.

Arriving at Terence's room, Tommy dropped all of their clothes in the
carpeted floor and flopped onto the boy's sumptuous bed, dragging the naked
Terence with him as he did so. "Hey, now this is what I'm talkin' about,
Terry boy, huh? You got it made, kid" Tommy remarked with genuine
admiration as he surveyed the boy's room, with its en-suite bathroom,
built-in wardrobes, recessed full length mirror, study desk, numerous
bookcases and large chest-of-drawers. He picked up Terence's hand and
dropped it onto his still-stiff cock asking the boy "Where were we? Oh,
yeah, that's it, Terry-boy. Just like that. You're a natural", he praised
his young protege who had resumed his wanking action on Tommy's tool.

Tommy's appreciative grunts became louder and closer together as the
smaller lad jerked him off. Suddenly, the teen grabbed Terence's wrist to
pause the delicious movements. "Terry, I'm gonna blow soon, you got a cum
rag anywhere?" Tommy panted. The confusion on Terence's face was easily
read by Tommy, who moved to the next phase of his strategy.

"Okay, no cum rag, I get it, you prob'ly don't need one yet. But I don't
wanna blow my wad all over your bedspread - your granny will be sure to see
it. Do you swallow?" Tommy's demeanor left Terence in no doubt that the
correct answer to this question was 'yes', and the logical part of
Terence's brain told him that swallowing was an essential part of taking
nutrition, so of course he swallowed, why wouldn't he, so he shut down the
other part of his brain that was saying 'be careful, it's some kind of
trap!'and nodded dumbly.

"I knew it!" exclaimed the teen. "I knew we'd be really good pals! Just get
your cute lips around my cockhead, I'll do the rest", the teenager
reassured the innocent boy. Terence obtained a serious close-up of the
pubic hair he had recently envied as Tommy steered the younger boy's naive
face towards his throbbing woodie. The 'open up now, babe' from Tommy was
superfluous as Terence's gaping mouth descended upon the flaming red
mushroom head of Tommy's prick, followed by the guttural groan of
satisfaction as Tommy humped Terence's mouth. "You're the best,
Terry-babe!" were all the words Tommy was able to coherently form as he
spurted four or five blasts of semen into Terence's surprised mouth.

The little boy's eyes widened at the enormity of what had just happened,
unable to pull his face back from its impalement because Tommy had hold of
his silky hair. "Yeah, shit yeah!" Tommy groaned as he thrust his hips
forward to expel the last few droplets of jizz onto Terence's tongue. But
it was Tommy's next action that completely threw Terence's sensibilities
for a spin - Tommy drew Terence's face up to his own by the hair and kissed
him! Right on the lips!

"What a great cock-sucking buddy you are, Terry-babe! You're the best!"
Tommy gushed in a voice dripping with false sincerity as he hugged the
smaller boy. But Terence was unused to the duplicitous ways of sex-mad
teens and did not detect it. All he could hear was praise, and the word
'buddy'. That meant Tommy was actually his friend. A moment of hesitation
was all Tommy needed - he dived back to Terence's mouth and plunged his
tongue between the boy's lips. Though he did not usually bother kissing his
conquests, Tommy instinctively knew that a little tenderness might pay
benefits in the long run. As for Terence, the taste of the older boy's cum,
combined with the undertones of tobacco and alcohol on Tommy's tongue,
added to the revelation that Tommy was his friend, made the younger boy
putty in Tommy's hands.

Tommy had correctly sensed, at some primitive level, that Terence's drug of
addiction was friendship rather than sex. Give him that, and he could get
the other from him any time he wanted. He paused in his oral explorations
to butter the young boy up still further. "Ahh, Terry-babe, what a good
friend you are. Only a real buddy would swallow a guy's load like you just
did! Other boys spit it out, but you took the whole lot! And I'm gonna show
you how grateful I am. Just lie back and enjoy this, babe!"

Rolling over so that the smaller boy was now underneath him, Tommy licked
his way down from Terence's jawline, along his ribs to his navel, then
reached beneath the boy's bottom and lifted his hips, one cheek in each
hand, to raise the timid boy's genitals to his mouth. "You're gonna love
this, babe", Tommy grinned, reminding Terence strongly again of the big bad
wolf. Terence gasped as Tommy's mouth closed on his immature erection, then
swirled it around with his raspy tongue. A few minutes of that treatment
had Terence whimpering, then moaning as Tommy released the little cock to
work on Terence's tiny balls.

"Ready to cum, babe?" Tommy smiled as his lips returned to Terence's little
boner. The teen worked the little rod of flesh until he felt Terence's hips
jerk upwards in a shaky but dry orgasm. Tommy set the boy's body down
gently and resumed his position alonside the prone pre-teen. He was ready
to play his ace.

"I really like you, Terry," the teen began. "Would you like to be...my best
friend?"

Completely under the older lad's spell, and still reeling from the
sensations engendered by his first orgasm, Terence could only nod his
agreement.

"Cool! That means we can fuck!" Tommy enthused. "Got any Vaseline?" the
teen demanded, getting off the bed and striding naked towards Terence's
en-suite, his rapidly stiffening cock leading the way. Having never had a
best friend before, Terence was shocked to learn that fornication was the
quid pro quo. The fearful part of his brain told him to escape at any cost,
even run naked into the street if he had to, escape to the safety of his
grandmother's skirts. The emotional part of his brain, that was desperate
to have a friend, especially a best friend, overruled the sensible part and
decided that fucking couldn't really be as bad as it sounded, even between
boys. Except, how exactly did it take place?

While Terence was pondering the specific biological mechanics of a boy
fucking another boy, Tommy had found the jar of lubricant in Terence's
medicine cabinet and was unscrewing the cap. Tommy made doubly sure it was
Vaseline - on a previous occasion when deflowering a young boy his lustful
urgency overtook him, and he accidently slathered Vaporub on his erection
because the jars were similar. That alarming incident had robbed him of a
much desired fuck, as well as teaching him the value of reading.

Crawling back onto the bed, Tommy set the jar on the side table and
instructed his victim in the manner of their upcoming performance. "Okay,
buddy, we're all set. Up onto your hands and knees, and I'll put some lube
on your hole. Hey, Terry, I got an idea! If we turn around this way, we can
watch ourselves fuck in your mirror! Cool, huh?". Terence did as he was
told, then felt Tommy's greasy fingers rub around his anus. It was only
then that the full realisation dawned on him - 'fucking' meant that Tommy's
cock would be entering his bum, in a manner imitative of male-female
coitus, of which Terence had a theoretical, butlimited, understanding.

"Er, Tommy, I'm not quite sure that...uh...are you..." was all Terence
managed to stutter out before he felt a blunt, hot pressure at his
freshly-greased asshole. Tommy was well into his stride now, in his natural
element - a submissive naked boy crouching on all fours beneath him, ass
elevated in a convenient position, his own dick hard and ready, with the
added bonus of being able to watch all of the action in the full-length
wardrobe mirror in front of him. "Okay, buddy, here it comes! I know you
want this!"

The explosion of pain in his asshole that Terence had imagined was
completely eclipsed by the actual pain of penetration, as Tommy's cockhead
pushed into Terence's greased hole. The boy could only watch his reflection
in the mirror, his mouth open wide in a soundless scream of disbelief and
horror and intense pain as Tommy crooned at the pleasure of breaking in
another virginal boy. "Ohh, Terry, your ass is so hot and... uhh...tight,
we're gonna be best buds, I can tell, uurgh, yes, fuck it baby". Tommy had
a two-step action, wherein he slowly pushed his cock in for three-quarters
of its length, then quickly thrust the last inch and a half, somewhat like
a reverse heartbeat. It was the second, faster part of the thrust that
opened Terence's eyes with shock and horror (and to his own amazement, some
lust).

Tommy supported himself by one hand planted in the middle of Terence's
back, with his other arm wrapped around Terence's belly, his hips pumping
his hard rod relentlessly into Terence's bottom, to hs own grunted
accompaniment. The younger boy noted that the initial pain had subsided
into a burning and insistent ache as the older boy pushed his stiff cock in
and out of his asshole. The worst part was not so much the pain, which was
like a deafening roar in his ears, nor the hot friction engendered by
Tommy's slippery cock rushing in and out of his anus. It was the knowledge,
Terence was certain, that this was not going to be the only time this
sordid intrusion would take place. Having now "given it up", a part of
Terence's brain knew with utter surety that he was now Tommy's property, to
be violated by the older boy whenever he wished. Terence's body sagged.

Tommy took the younger boy's body language to mean that he had conceded
defeat and was, if not agreeing to being raped, at least condoning
it. "Yeah, baby, that's feelin' good now, huh? You really like it up there,
don'cha? You like my hard cock up your ass, huh, Terry-babe? Well?" Tommy
persisted, his last question laced with a barely-concealed menace.

Terence knew the correct answer, the safer path. "Uh, ye-yeah, Tommy, it's,
uh, good", the no-longer virginal boy muttered, still staring with horror
at his own deflowerment in the tall mirror.

"Good? Good? Is that the best you can do, Terry-babe? It's fuckin'
magnificent, that's what it is! You're a great fuck, babe, and I ain't said
that to all the boys I've fucked. So I'm gonna ask you again how you like
my cock pumping in and out of your asshole, and I want to hear a boy-genius
English-major top-of-the-class answer. So, how do you like being fucked,
Terry?"

Terence realised that Tommy was determined to make this experience as
humiliating as it was horrible. The pain of his first fuck had diminished
to a dull grinding ache, in his lower back as well as his bruised hole, and
he was now able to form coherent thoughts in his mind. "Er, I, um, en-enjoy
it, Tommy, very, uh, much. I, uh, appreciate the suh-sensation of your, um,
c-cock in my butt, and feeling it pushing up my, er, asshole, er, Tommy",
he ventured lamely, hoping it would satisfy the grunting brute behind him.

Tommy had slowed down, now settling in to enjoy his despoilation of the
young boy kneeling in front of him. "Yeah, you like it, babe, I knew you
would when I first saw you behind your granny's skirts. I could tell. Well,
I got some good news for ya. Now that we're best friends, we can do this
anytime we want, and let me tell ya, I'll be wanting it a lot, a whole lot,
oh yeah. Now, because I like you, I'm gonna make you cum, and your cum is
gonna get me off as well, so we'll both get off together, like good buddies
should, huh?"

Having only had one orgasm in his young life thus far, and that only
recently when Tommy sucked on his little erection, Terence had not yet made
the linguistic connection between "cum" and what Tommy's mouth on his
pecker made his body do. So it took Terence somewhat by surprise whan Tommy
reached further around with the hand that was holding his waist, and found
his shrivelled penis.

"Yeah, now we're ready, babe", Tommy growled as he manipulated Terence's
little cock into another thin but stiff erection, then began a vigorous
frigging of the tiny two-inch tool. Despite the pain in his bottom, Terence
began to get a squirmy feeling in his groin that made him gasp.

"Oh! Ohh! Oooh!" the young boy cooed as he rushed towards his second-ever
orgasm. A single tear ran down Terence's cheek, perhaps lamenting the loss
of his virginity. Tommy could see their reflections in the mirror,
dominating the younger boy as Terence's abused rectum began spasming and
squeezing Tommy's cock.

"Yeah, Terry, your ass is sucking the cum outta my cock, that's the way,
aarghh, yeah, take it, babe," Tommy groaned as Terence's orgasm overtook
him and caused involuntary anal contractions. He felt the teen's cock
squirt up into his rectum again and again, heard the teen groan with
pleasure, and hoped that his ordeal was finally over, for now at
least. Tommy slumped forward, pushing Terence down onto the bedcovers. With
a final groan, he rolled off the boy and sighed as his softening cock
plopped out of Terence's bruised asshole. Both boys gasped. The smallest
metallic sound broke the silence.

"Better get dressed, Terry, unless you want your Granny to catch you lying
on your bed naked like a well-fucked slut", Tommy smirked as he rose from
the younger boy's bed, having heard the front door click open. Panicking,
Terence realised the truth of the older boy's words, and quickly jumped off
the bed, pulling on his clothes frantically as he heard his grandmother's
keys land on the hall table.

"Terence sweetheart, are you there? I'm home", the old lady's voice rose up
from towards the staircase.

"Up...uh...up here, Grandmother", Terence called out as he struggled to
pull on his briefs and slacks. Tommy chuckled as he witnessed Terence's
discomfiture, idly wondering whether any of his cum might leak out into the
younger boy's briefs, but not caring whether it did or not. He zipped up
his jeans, tucking his half-hard dick inside them as he draped a meaty arm
over the boy's shoulder, leading him towards the bedroom door.

"C'mon, Terry, let's go downstairs to see Granny. Make sure you say
something nice about her hair, like a good boy", Tommy muttered. Terence
allowed himself to be guided towards the staircase, wincing a little as he
took each step. Terence thought his asshole felt like it was abraded raw,
and rubbed like sandpaper with every movement of his legs.

"Ah, there you are boys", the old lady smiled as her grandson approached
gingerly.

Tommy spoke first, before Terence could say anything too revealing. "Gosh,
ma'am, your hair looks lovely", he complimented in his most ingratiating
tone, the one usually reserved for juvenile court judges. "Doesn't your
grandma's hair look nice, Terry?" he added, nudging Terence in the ribs.

"Uh, ye-yes, yes it does, uh, grandmother, very nice indeed. The salon did
an outstanding job. And that's quite an, er, intriguing shade of blue", he
added, trying to ignore the pain in his bottom.

"Why, thank you dearest, it's called Indigo Topaz. The stylist assured me
it was very fashionable for ladies of my, er, experience. Now, Terence,
will you go to your room and, er, find that...sweater that you wore last
year. The yellow one, as I recall. I think one sleeve is starting to
fray. Off you go, now".

A baffled look crossed Terence's face as he hurried off to comply with his
grandmother's unexpected (and curious) request. His intention had been, as
soon as Tommy left, to tell his grandmother that he never wanted to see
Tommy again, that it was a huge mistake to invite the teen into their
house, and that he would never complain about attending the hairdresser's
salon with her ever again. Instead, he was back in his bedroom searching
for a sweater that he was reasonably confident had been stuffed into a
Goodwill bag at least six months earlier. After ten minutes of futile
searching he called it lost and descended the stairs back to the kitchen.

He was surprised to see that Tommy was still there, just leaving in fact,
and even more surprised at his grandmother's parting words to him. "Thank
you again, young man, and mind you are on time".

Terence saw Tommy's evil grin for what he hoped was the last time when the
teen turned and said "Oh, yes, ma'am, I will be. Bye". Seeing Tommy's back
departing through the doorway caused Terence's body to sag in relief at the
end of his ordeal. And since his grandmother seemed to be in such a good
mood, he decided he would not annoy her with his insistence that Tommy
never darken that same doorstep again. He would mark it down to experience
and learn a lesson from it.

Terence read quietly for the balance of the afternoon. His evening took its
usual course: supper with grandmother, followed by doing the dishes
together (Terence dried) then a radio serial that they both enjoyed, capped
off with some more quiet reading accompanied by a selection of baroque
adagios from one of grandmother's CDs. The boy wished his grandmother a
pleasant sleep and retired to his bedroom, which still smelled faintly of
Tommy's cum. Regardless, Terence undressed and put on his pyjamas, opening
his window just a crack before crawling under his bedclothes to sleep. It
had been a big day.

It seemed to Terence that his eyes had barely shut when he noticed that the
bedroom was somehow different - the light was coming from the wrong
direction, there was now a dewy coolness in the air, and...someone was in
the room with him! Still not quite awake, Terence was startled to hear the
sound of a zipper, followed by the soft shuffle of clothing hitting the
carpeted floor. What alarmed the boy most was the unmistakeable sensation
of another body, a large one, climbing onto his bed!

"Hey, babe, ya miss me?" Terence heard the familiar growly voice of his
chief tormentor, Tommy. "Sure ya did", the teen answered his own
question. Terence roused himself and rubbed his eyes, turning in bed to see
the one sight he hoped never to see again - Tommy naked, aroused, and in
his bed. "I'm dyin' for a fuck, Terry-babe. Let's get these jammies off ya"
Tommy remarked casually as he roughly stripped the young boy of his
nightwear. Terence was too shocked to react as his shirt slipped over his
head, and his pants slid down his legs, both garments finishing up on the
floor.

"I got the lube right here, babe, it's okay. Now, yesterday we did what's
called 'doggy style', when you took my cock up your tight little ass on all
fours. Remember that, babe?" Tommy prompted. Terence could only whimper.

Tommy's grin tightened. "I asked you a question, babe. And I expect an
answer."

Frightened into action, Terence began blabbering. "Uh, yes, Tommy, I
remember. You...knelt behind me and pushed your big, uh, cock up my asshole
and fucked me, uh really good. We watched ourselves in the mirror", the boy
added.

"Yeah, that's right. Your first time, wasn't it?" Tommy's voice purred.

"Uh, ye-yes, Tommy, my first, uh, fuck. I mean, getting fucked...I've
never, uh, done it to anybody else"

"Course not. I never expected ya to. But stick with me, Terry-babe, and who
knows, one day I might find some little weedy kid for ya to fuck. Now,
where was I? Oh, yeah, that's right, I was broadenin' yer education. Today,
I ain't gonna do it to you doggy style" Terence's relief was short lived as
Tommy continued. "We're gonna do it 'missionary'. That's where you lie on
your back and put your heels up on my shoulders, so I get a clear shot at
that tight little asshole of yours." Stripping back the sheets and blankets
so that both boys' bare bodies were exposed, Tommy continued his assault on
the smaller boy's senses. "So get those legs up here, Terry-babe, so we can
get busy" he added, "cause I don't wanna wait any longer. You want lube?"
he asked kindly.

Terence's analytical mind computed the benefits of lube vs no-lube, and
decided to nod his acceptance of the teen's offer. Tommy had already lifted
the boy's heels up to his broad shoulders, and was digging two fingers into
the jar of Vaseline while Terence waited expectantly for Tommy's bestial
savagery to begin. While he waited, feeling the cool gel being applied to
his anus, he reflected on the capricousness of life - a mere twenty-four
hours earlier he was a normal (albeit somewhat sheltered) boy, untroubled
by any sexual thoughts. Now, today, he was about to be skewered by a
teenager's rampant phallus for the second time in as many days, in his own
bedroom.

"Ready, babe?" Tommy asked the boy as he lined up his stiff rod with
Terence's greased rosebud. Without waiting for the answer, Tommy's hips
lunged forward and upward, pushing his cockhead through Terence's bruised
pucker.

"Aiiiy!" Terence shrieked as his bottom was invaded, then clapped a hand
over his own mouth, worried that his grandmother might hear and come to
investigate.

"That's okay, babe, scream all you want," Tommy laughed. "I like to hear a
bitch squeal when I'm fucking him. Don't worry about granny hearing you -
she's miles away by now. She left me in charge of you for the day, and you
and me are gonna have a great time!"

Terence's agile mind computed the dangers. He had already been ravaged
yesterday, and was being raped again today - how could it get any worse?
And what did he mean about grandmother being miles away? Where on earth
could she be?

Tommy must have seen the panic in Terence's eyes, because he did that
mind-reading thing again. "She's gone to visit her sister at some nursing
home up in Glendale Falls. She took the early bus. The old battle-axe will
be gone all day. You are me are gonna have a great time, Terry-babe. So,
squeal yer lungs out for all I care, I'm gonna ride yer ass 'til I cum, and
then we're goin' to go out and meet some friends of mine. I think they'll
be your friends too, babe, before long."

Terence grunted as Tommy continued his anal assualt. The teen had his own
technique for fucking young boys in this position - once he had a boy's
feet up on his shoulders, he pushed his rod inside the boy's slicked anus,
slowly for the first fifty or sixty strokes, then finishing with a burst of
speed as he bounced the boy's body up and down on the bed. Terence's bed
was quite springy, which only served to help the boy impale himself on
Tommy's cock as hs ass jumped back on the rebound of each powerful stroke.

"Oh, yeah, babe, I'm gonna cum already, you got me so hot, uuuhh, tell me
you want it, babe" Tommy ordered through his lust.

With his hips bouncing off the bed between Tommy's forceful downstrokes and
his own bedsprings betraying him, Terence attempted to formulate some words
in reply to Tommy's command. "Uhhh, ff...fuck me deep, uh, Tommy, give me
your, er, cock, hard in my, uh, ass. Shoot it in my ass," Terence added,
remembering the strange sensation of Tommy's jizz being injected in his
bottom the previous day. Analysing the situation objectively, today's rape
was not as painful as yesterday's, Terence thought. He even might get used
to it: the feelings it was engendering in his rectum were...not
intolerable, and his little erection was receiving plenty of stimulation as
it came into contact with Tommy's belly with every bounce.

"Oh, yeah babe, take it, take my cum!" Tommy crooned as he unloaded in the
boy's anal passage. The familiar feeling of warm liquid in his rectum,
combined with the nudges Tommy's cock gave his immature prostate, plus the
stimulation Tommy's washboard abs gave his little knobhead induced in
Terence a pleasant little orgasm, making him forget for a moment the
awfulness of what Tommy was doing to him. Tommy collapsed on top of his
conquest before rolling over, his softening cock flopping onto his
stomach. "Let's go wash up, babe, we got a lot of ground to cover, oh
yeah," Tommy ordered as he dragged himself off the bed, pulling Terence's
hand as he did so.

Tommy found Terence's personal en-suite shower to be delightfully spacious,
or in his words, "You got enough room for a fuckin' orgy in here, babe! Now
wash my cock!" Terence crumpled to his knees, then sat on his heels as he
lowered himself to a comfortable height to perform this unpleasant task on
the teenager. In spite of his revulsion, Terence could see the point: the
fleshy pole, now soft, that hung in front of his face had been up his own
bottom, and should be washed carefully, to prevent all sorts of health
issues. The boy set about his task diligently, making his hands soapy
before working them all over Tommy's penis.

"Careful there, buddy - you make it hard again, you gotta suck it. I ain't
puttin' it back in my jeans all stiff, ya know," Tommy cautioned his young
conquest. But Tommy's advice came too late: Terence already felt the older
boy's weapon beginning to thicken and lengthen as he soaped it up, running
his lathered fingers through Tommy's bush and pulling the teenager's ample
scrotum downwards to stretch out and clean the wrinkly skin.

"You done it now, babe," Tommy sighed as his pecker rose upwards. Terence
did not need a second warning - he had sucked Tommy off yesterday without
coming to any harm, indeed, he rather enjoyed the sensation of making Tommy
cum in his mouth. Terence guided a stream of warm water towards Tommy's
ample package to rinse it off, then slid his lips over Tommy's cock,
licking the head as he allowed Tommy to push forward.

"Ohhh, yeahhh, babe, yer a natural, I knew it," moaned the teen. To
maintain his balance, Terence placed both hands on Tommy's muscular bottom,
enabling him to keep the teen to a steady rhythm as his mouth continued to
slurp on the cock that had so recently invaded his anus. For his part,
Tommy simply placed both hands flat on the back wall of the shower recess,
moving his hips slowly back and forth as he ploughed the boy's mouth,
moaning as he did so.

Terence noted that Tommy lasted longer this time, adding this information
to his small but growing store of knowledge about the sexual behaviour of
males. The stream of water was beginning to lose its heat as Tommy groaned
and yelled that he was cumming, pushing forward into Terence's mouth and
holding the position as his hips quivered and jerked. Terence sucked the
teen's seminal fluid down, surprising himself with his own eagerness,
continuing to lick and suck until Tommy's hips became still.

Tommy ruffled Terence's wet hair and turned off the water as the two boys
left the shower. "That was great, babe, yer gonna be real popular today",
Tommy praised the young boy as he rubbed himself dry with a large
towel. Terence pondered the meaning of this comment as he dried himself off
- did Tommy have some activity in mind for the rest of the morning?

Terence picked up the wet towel that Tommy let fall on the floor, hanging
it up alongside his own, before following the naked teen back into the
bedroom. Tommy was already rifling through Terence's drawers, looking for a
particular garment. "I'm pickin' yer ensemble for ya today, babe...aah,
here's just the thing! Come here and put this on."

Seeing no danger inherent in wearing a long t-shirt, Terence complied. It
was one that his grandmother had purchased for him some months back, but
which Terence rarely wore, as it was longer and looser than he liked. She
told him that he would grown into it, but so far his puny body had shown no
inclination towards doing so. Tommy dressed himself quickly, then took
Terence's hand and led him out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

"Uh, Tommy, aren't you forg-" was all the boy got out before Tommy turned a
menacing face towards the little boy.

"I ain't forgettin' nothin', babe," he growled. "It's a nice day outside,
you got a shirt on, you don't need nothin' else."

Terence was instinctively afraid of leaving the relative safety of his
house, especially with Tommy, so he played his last card. "Er, Tommy, what
about locking the house? Grandmother didn't leave me her-" Terence's
protest died on his lips as he saw the small bunch of keys that Tommy was
triumphantly holding up.

"You mean these, babe? Granny gave me her spare set - must be 'cause I got
a honest face, I guess," Tommy added, his evil grin splitting his
visage. "Come on, we got places to go!" The older boy locked the door
behind him as he pulled Terence onto the street, striding along the road
with purpose. Terence struggled to keep up, torn between swinging his free
arm and using it to hold down the hem of the t-shirt lest it blow up in the
breeze and reveal his nakedness.

"Where...are we, uh, going, Tommy?" the boy soon asked as their course took
them towards the large public recreation park at the centre of town.

"You'll see, babe. Don't worry so much, you'll enjoy life more," Tommy
reassured, but Terence's fears did not abate. It was a Sunday morning, and
families were out walking and enjoying the mild weather. As they reached
the park, they saw scattered groups of children playing impromptu ball
games, throwing frisbees, walking dogs and setting up picnic blankets on
the lush lawns. It seemed to Terence that their path was taking them
towards an ornamental stone arch bridge over a stream that fed into a pond,
where lilies grew and small fish prospered. But they did not cross the
bridge, instead Tommy pulled Terence around the side of the aging stone
structure to a space beneath it, sheltered from the sun and breeze, and
hidden from prying eyes.

When Terence's eyes adjusted to the change in light, he saw that they were
no longer alone: there were two boys in the shady space under the bridge,
boys who appeared to be around his own age but slightly larger (all boys my
age are larger than me, Terence thought ruefully). To add to the unusual
atmosphere, the boys were identical twins, dressed in similar clothes.

"Say hello to your new pals, Terry-babe. This is Nathan-"

"I'm Nathan", the other boy contradicted indignantly. "You've been fucking
me for two years and you still can't get my name right!"

"Yeah, yeah, don't get yer panties in a twist. This one here must be Neil,
then, and that faggot there is Nathan," Tommy corrected himself. "Fellas,
this here is Terry, he's come to play with us today," Tommy explained,
releasing Terence's hand and quickly pulling the boy's t-shirt over his
head in one swift movement and throwing it on the ground. Terence gasped
and covered his genitals with his hands in a panic at being abruptly
exposed, crouching over, looking desperately to the faces of the twins to
see what might be his fate. Tommy laughed and stepped up behind his young
charge and pulled his arms back, making him straighten up and exposing his
little package, a shrivelled penis over a tightly tucked scrotum.

"Now that's no way to greet yer new friends, is it, Terry-babe? Look,
fellas, he's just about the same size you two was when I first caught you
under here, playing with each others' dicks." The two boys approached
Terence, who was still struggling and writhing in Tommy's grip. Nathan
lightly ran the back of his hand down Terence's bare chest, all the way to
his thigh, while Neil toyed with the naked boy's left nipple.

"He's sure a cutie, Tommy," Nathan remarked, still caressing Terence's bare
body to calm the smaller boy. "Nearly as cute as Neil was when you first
fucked him." Terence watched in an awed silence as the twins popped the
stud buttons of their jeans and pulled their zippers down, letting their
thin erections spring forth.

"No undies, huh?" Tommy leered.

"Just like you told us, Tommy," Nathan replied. "I'm glad we did, now that
we see how delicious your new friend is. Come here, sweetie" the twin urged
as he took Terence's hand and led him further under the dimly lit lee of
the bridge. Nathan lay down on the sloping ground, his jeans gaping open,
resting on his elbows, his thin erection standing up from his bald
groin. "He knows how to suck, right Tommy?" Nathan asked.

Tommy laughed, a short barking sound. "Better than you, the first few times
you blew me, faggot." As if in a trance, Terence allowed his head to be
guided by Nathan's gentle hand until his lips were close to the boy's pink
glans. He sank to his knees, opened his mouth and settled it over the
twin's cock, and began to lick and suck, making Nathan sigh with delight.

"He fucks, too, right Tommy?" Neil asked as he edged in behind the kneeling
Terence, nudging the smaller boy's knees apart with his hand and getting in
position to fuck him from behind.

"Sure he does! I broke him in yesterday, and gave him another one this
morning. His hole is so tight I bet my jizz is still up there, swimming
around. Go easy with him, I promised his granny I'd look after him."
Terence felt Neil's cool hand stroke his hip as a now-familiar sensation
emanated from his pucker, that of a stiff penis attempting to gain entry.

"He's tight, real tight," Neil remarked as he used his free hand to guide
his thin but stiff penis through Terence's anal rosebud.

"You were too, the first time I screwed you, faggot. Just get on with it, I
ain't got all day," Tommy observed. Since he was busy servicing Nathan's
penis with his mouth, Terence did not notice that Tommy had pulled his
mobile phone from his pocket and was now filming the twins skewer the
younger boy from both ends. Neil had succeeded in penetrating Terence's
asshole, and had begun pumping his skinny four-inch tool in and out of
Terence's bum.

"Ooh, he's nice, Tommy," Neil moaned as he fucked Terence's bottom. While
both of his orifices were being invaded, Terence's mind was abe to distance
itself somewhat from his body, and make a few salient observations: one,
Nathan's dick actually tasted and felt rather nice; two, Neil's dick was
nowhere near as large as Tommy's, and the sensations it gave his rear end
were almost pleasant; and finally, it occurred to Terence that since he was
almost enjoying being violated, he may well be homosexual - that would at
least explain his subservient behaviour, both with Tommy and now with the
twins.

Nathan broke Terence's train of thought by moaning as he reached his
climax. Terence noted, as he savoured Nathan's emission on his tongue, that
his ejaculation lacked the volume and tanginess of Tommy's, and that on the
whole, Terence preferred it, which reinforced his preliminary conclusion
about his own possible sexual orientation. Perhaps Tommy actually did him a
favour by raping him yesterday, the boy considered. These two days had
certainly been a journey of personal discovery, that much was certain, and
Terence made himself a personal vow that he would be less afraid in future,
and more willing to experience all the richness that life had to offer.

"Okay, you faggots, time's up. Terry and me got stuff to do!" Tommy
ordered, still filming as Neil shuddered through a jerky orgasm in
Terence's bum. The twin pulled out of Terence's hole, sighing deeply.

"You're a great fuck, Terry! Can I give you my number?" Neil gushed as he
wiped off his still-stiff dick, caressing Terence's bare rump with his free
hand.

"I already got it, fag - I'll give it to him later. Come on, Terry-babe,"
Tommy ordered his young friend, "we gotta go". He grabbed Terence's hand
and started to drag him out from under the bridge, but Terence pulled back,
a pleading look on his face.

"Uh, Tommy - my shirt?" he whimpered.

Tommy smacked his own forehead and chuckled. "Of course, babe, what was I
thinking? I guess I got so used to seeing you in the raw I thought it musta
been yer natural state. C'mere," the teen beckoned gently, "Lemme put it
back on for ya." With that, Tommy slipped the boy's shirt over his head,
Terence obliging by raising his arms. "There we go - all set!" The two boys
set off into the sunshine, leaving the twins to dress and go about their
business. As they walked, Terence enjoyed an unfamiliar feeling of
liberation - he no longer cared that he had no idea where they were
going. His experience of being spit-roasted (not that he had ever heard
such an expression) had opened his mind to a whole new world of sexual
feelings and sensations, the like of which he was ignorant of or had denied
up until this weekend.

Terence was by no means a stupid boy - as Tommy kept reminding him, he was
very intelligent. He had read about the Stockholm Syndrome, and knew there
was a risk that hostages sometimes get emotionally attached to their
captors, but he was sure this wasn't like that at all - he felt a genuine
gratitude to Tommy for revealing to him a whole new world, even if he did
it in a barbaric way. Terence turned these thoughts over in his mind as
they walked along.

"You ain't asked where we're goin', babe; that ain't like you", Tommy
remarked as the pair strolled along one of the many paths that crossed the
large park.

Terence actually smiled. "No, Tommy, you're correct! It isn't like me at
all! That's what I'm happy about! I think I've enjoyed a catharsis this
morning, a metamorphosis even! I think I'm ready to evaluate each of life's
new challenges on its merits, rather than prejudge it under my old milieu!"

Tommy barked his short laugh. "Ha! That's more like you! Big words! Come
over here, we'll have a rest under this tree, in the shade." He guided the
lightly-clad boy to a grassy patch under a spreading oak, where the two lay
down. The tree provided the unlikely duo with a modicum of seclusion

"You're startin' to get under my skin, Terry-babe," Tommy began, as he
turned on his side and contemplated the young boy at his side. "When I
first saw you in school a few days back, I picked you for a nerd. And you
are a nerd, let's face it. You use big words, you dress stupid, and you
hide behind your granny's skirts. When I had the chance to fuck you, I took
it. I thought, what the hell, you'll never have the courage to rat me
out. But I kinda liked bein' with you, not just for the sex, which was
good, but because deep down I think you're a good kid."

"This morning, I took a video of you getting fucked by those two fags. I
been screwing them for a while now, and they're kinda growin' up a bit. I
sent the video to this old pervert I know. He pays me twenty bucks every
time I send him a boy-sex movie. He texted me back, saying he wanted me to
bring you to his house today so he could rape you. He's got this thing
about raping immature little boys like you. But I thought about it while I
watched you getting it on with the twins, and I decided he could fuck off
and die for all I care. Because I think I care about you, babe, I really
do. I don't think I wanna share you with him."

Terence lay in the shade next to Tommy, listening with rapt attention to
the heartfelt speech the teen was making. Nobody could accuse Tommy of
being good-looking, Terence thought, yet there was something attractive
about him, that went beyond his muscular body and his raw teen
sexuality. Terence put out his hand, gingerly at first but then more
confidently, touching Tommy's thigh. Terence watched his hand as if it had
a mind of its own, like 'Thing' on that cheesy old TV show. The hand slowly
stroked up Tommy's denim-clad leg until it reached his crotch. Terence
could feel the heat coming off the bulge in Tommy's jeans as his slender
fingers gently clutched Tommy's package.

"Let's go home, Tommy," Terence murmured. "I think I would like to enjoy
fellatio with you". The two boys clambered to their feet as they made to
depart.

Tommy eyed the boy suspiciously. "Huh?" he grunted. "You ain't takin' me to
some opera or nothin', are ya?", he warned, squeezing the smaller boy
around the shoulders, pulling him closer to his body as they walked along.

Terence laughed aloud, a high-pitch tinkling sound. "Ha, ha, no, Tommy, I
want to suck you again. Then, maybe...we might..."

"I read ya, babe," Tommy laughed as he dropped his hand down to the back
hem of Terence's t-shirt, then raised it upwards to grab the boy's bare
buttcheeks. "Loud and clear!"

end