Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2022 17:44:50 +0100
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: The Little Skateboarder (Revised)

The Little Skateboarder

I came home at noon on Saturday, loaded up with a few bags of groceries.
As I walked from my carport around to the back door, I heard an odd sound
coming from next door.  I looked over and saw Tommy sitting on his back
porch crying.  I put the bags on my back porch and walked over.  Tommy was
9, an only child of a single mom.  "What's the matter, Tommy?" I asked.  He
wasn't exactly sobbing – more like sniffling with a few crying sobs here
and there.  "I fell off my skateboard," he choked out.  "Are you bleeding?"
I asked.  "I don't know," he said between little jerking sobs.  "Well what
are you doing out here?  Where's your mom?" I said, asking the obvious
questions as I sat down beside him.  "She just left for work and I
accidently locked myself out," he said, "she won't be home `til after
niiinnneee!" he wailed.  And then he threw himself on me, really sobbing
now.  Poor little guy, my heart really went out to him.  I put my arms
around him and held him tight.  "It will be okay," I said.  "You can come
over to my house and we'll get you cleaned up and you can stay with me all
day."

He cried for another minute or so and I just held him.  I figured he needed
to get it out.  Then he stopped and leaned back and wiped his eyes.  I
stood up and held out my hand.  I did it only to help him up, but he
continued to hold onto it tightly as we walked across the back yard.  His
hand felt so tiny in mine.  He had just turned 9 but was very small for his
age, looking more like a 7-year-old.  He was one of those blonds who had
almost white hair, and the white, translucent skin that went with it.  The
lightness of his skin made his lips look very pink.  His hair was kind of
long and he had big, brown eyes.  To say he was beautiful is almost an
understatement.  He was any boylover's dream.

Now me, I never exactly thought of myself as a "boylover."  I'm bi, 35, six
foot four and I work out regularly so I'm covered in thick, solid muscle.
I towered over Tommy's not even four-foot, skinny frame.  I had messed
around with both men and women, including a couple of young, legal age boys
years ago.  I won't bore you with my whole messed up history but in short,
for the past 5 years I had been basically asexual – I hadn't done
anything with anyone.  The part of me that wanted a relationship with
someone was shut down.  But I looked – I looked at everyone, including
boys.  I had even jacked off to some boy pictures I found on the internet.
I had definitely looked at Tommy, especially earlier this summer when he
would be skating up and down the street with no shirt, showing off his
creamy white skin – so sexy!

So little Tommy helped me carry in the grocery bags and I quickly tossed
the few cold things in the fridge and then turned my attention to him.  He
gave me a shy smile.  He wasn't crying at all now, in fact, I don't think
he was hurt much at all.  I think the crying was more from being locked out
and all alone.  "Well, my young friend," I said to myself, "I will make
sure that you won't be lonely today!"

"So Tommy," I said aloud, "do you want me to check out your injury?"  "Umm,
I guess so," he said.  "Well what hurts?" I asked, "What part of you did
you land on?"  "My butt," he answered almost inaudibly, as he looked down
at the floor.  I swear, as he said those words, my soft cock twitched and
then immediately grew an inch in my pants.

"Well," I said, "I guess I better look at it for you."  (Yeah, like I was
the one doing HIM a favor.)  It took every fiber of my being to concentrate
on talking in a way that sounded casual and normal (I hoped).  Inside,
there were fireworks going off in my brain.  I was about to see a little
boy's white butt!  FUCK!!!  "Don't worry," I continued, swallowing hard, "I
go to the gym to work out almost every day – I see guys of all ages
naked all the time, including boys your age."  (I lied, it was only men.)
"You've got nothing I haven't seen many times before."

He kind of swallowed, then slowly turned around.  I heard the snap on his
pants, then the zipper coming down.  Oh shit – it was really going to
happen!  I put my hand on the kitchen counter to steady myself.  My head
was spinning.  It was like I was dreaming and things actually slowed down.
He let his pants and printed briefs drop together to the floor.  Then he
pulled his shirt way up.  He was naked from the middle of his back down to
his ankles.  And then, he leaned over and laid his upper body down on the
kitchen table.  Fuck!  Ready for inspection!

I swallowed hard.  I felt shaky.  Was this really happening?  My hard cock
told me it was.  It was very uncomfortable, jammed down into my pants leg.
I reached down and adjusted my 7 inch erection, lifting it up and putting
it sideways in my underwear.  "Well?" he asked, shaking me out of my dazed
state, "do you see anything?"  "Oh, Tommy," I thought, "YES, I definitely
see something!"  But that's not what he meant.  I took a few steps and
dropped to my knees before him.  And I mean dropped.  I was still barely
functioning as my head was spinning; so I made a huge noise as I hit the
floor.  But I didn't feel a thing – my adrenaline was pumping too hard
for that.

It seemed like the appropriate place to be.  This butt before me was
amazing!  It deserved to be worshipped – I SHOULD be on my knees in
front of it!  The whole world should be!  I took a few deep breaths,
desperately working to hold myself together.  "It looks a little red," I
managed to squeak out a few words.  But again, I lied.  There was not a
mark on him – it was the same gloriously pink-white color as the rest of
his skin.  Oh fuck, fuck FUCK!  I watched as if I were another person –
watched my own hand go out from my body – go forward to rub his little
orbs.  I actually had to bring my other hand up and grab my wrist to steady
my shaking.

And then – contact!  I was doing it!  I was actually rubbing a young
boy's butt!  And not just any butt, but what was probably the most
gorgeous, sweet little-boy-ass in the whole universe!  My hard cock was
throbbing.  Ahhh...his skin felt so smooth – there was a combination of
softness on top with a feeling of muscles underneath – this was a boy
ass alright.  "Try flexing it for me," I said.  (Where that thought came
from, I don't know.)  But he did!  He flexed it several times, showing off
those muscles underneath, making the little dimples in the sides appear and
disappear.  Man, I was almost drooling.  It took all I could do not to just
fall over and bury my face in it!

"How does it feel when you do that?" I managed to say, as if we were
performing some medical test.  "Fine," he said.  He seemed totally relaxed
now.  I noticed that his legs were limp.  He was just lying with all his
weight on the table, calmly presenting his half-naked self to me.  I went
back to rubbing.  "And how does this feel?" I asked.  I was starting to get
some blood back into my brain now, starting to get control of myself.  "It
feels nice," he said, almost with a sigh.  Yeah.  He was digging it.  It
wasn't that I was helping any injury, he was just plain old enjoying me
rubbing his butt.  Hmmm...

As I recovered to a more normal state, my brain started racing.  I was
trying to think how I could keep this going.  This was my first time with a
boy and it may be my only chance with Tommy – with any boy.  I had to
make the most of it.  I started taking more liberties with my hand, going
all over each cheek, rubbing my thumb and the other side of my hand right
into his crack and over his hole.  He did not tense up and made no move to
end it.  I had to adjust my cock again before I collapsed.  I reached in
and pulled it straight up, the head now sticking up outside of my pants,
but covered by my shirttail.

I went even further, bringing my other hand up to his cheeks and taking one
in each hand.  Gosh, he had such a nice, pert, little butt – his
boycheeks really stuck out.  It was like playing with two pliable
softballs.  "How does this feel?" I asked as I deeply massaged each check,
my hands basically covering each one of the small orbs.  "Good," he said,
again with a tone that indicated he was getting great pleasure out of this.
I had to take it to the next level.  I was barely even thinking consciously
now.  It was almost as if a script had been written for me, then implanted
into my brain; and I was blindly following it.

"How about this?" I said, and then I spread his sweet little cheeks wide
open, exposing his hole.  OH FUCK!!!  It's good that I asked the question
before I acted because now, I couldn't speak.  I just stared – 49
percent of me was ready to collapse on the floor and 51 percent of me was
frozen, my hands locked in their position, my eyes fixed on his spread-wide
little boy ass.  His hole!  His hole, his hole, his hole, his HOLE!  I was
looking at HIS HOLE!  His most private place, the essence of intimacy, the
center of his body, the entrance to his insides!  Oh SHIT FUCK SHIT FUCK
SHIT!!!!!!!  It was so tiny, a tight and wrinkled little pucker –just a
little bit pinker than his pink-white skin.  I think it was the most
beautiful thing I had ever seen!

"Um, that's starting to hurt a little bit," he said, shaking me back into
pseudo-reality.  "Oh, sorry," I replied.  Where I found the words, I don't
know.  Like I said, I was just going automatically now, barely thinking at
all.  "That's good," I said, going back to the "medical" mode, "I mean
that's normal for that to hurt a little bit.  How is it when I do this,
though?" I asked.  And then, I just massaged his cheeks some more, widely
exposing his hole for 2 seconds at a time, then squishing them together and
giving them a soft massage for 2 seconds before spreading them wide again.
My cock throbbed, ready to shoot with every view of his little raisin.
"That's fine," he said.  "It feels nice," he added.  And he was still
relaxed.  Oh man, this kid was a dream come true!

I kept this up for a minute or two, my cock raging so hard I don't know how
I kept from cumming.  And then, and I don't know where this idea came from,
I leaned forward and started blowing.  Every time his ass came open and I
saw his tight winker, I pursed my lips and gently blew on it.  This had the
unexpected (but amazing!) effect of causing his hole to flex.  I mean, when
I blew, he actually flexed and opened his tight little pucker a bit, giving
me view of his dark opening!  After three passes at this, I just couldn't
take anymore.  I fell back, sitting down on my feet, putting my hands down
on the floor to steady myself.  My vision seemed to be coming and going.

"Why'd you stop?" I head him ask.  "Ummm, just taking a break," I managed
to say.  Again, how I could even speak, I don't know.  I was going on pure
adrenaline now.  I reached up again, just to pet his butt – his
beautiful white butt – looking so pure, so innocent.  It felt awesome
just to touch it and besides, it's all I could manage at the moment.  But I
had to do something to keep this going.  I sure didn't want him to stand up
and pull up his pants.

And then another thought came to me: "Um, I could put some cream on it if
you want," I said.  "Okay," was all he said.  No tension, no fear, just a
matter-of-fact reply.  "But you know," I continued, my lustful mind still
in control, "if the cream is going to really sink in and do its job, it
would be better if I washed your butt first to get all the oil off your
skin."  This time he paused.  Oh shit!  Had I gone too far?  And then:
"Okay," he said again.

"Actually," I continued (yeah, I probably WAS going to go too far but I
couldn't help it – I had to try), "it would probably be easier to just
put you in the tub and give you a bath.  This time there was a long pause.
I swallowed hard.  And then again, "Okay," he said, as he stood up.  He
started to pull his shirt down, but I reached up and stopped him.  I don't
know where I was getting all these ideas!  Like I said, it felt like I was
blindly following a script that had been put into my brain.  "We might as
well get you undressed here," I said, since you're already half naked.  I
started to pull his shirt up and he cooperated by lifting his arms.  "Sit
down on the chair and I'll get your pants off for you," I said next.
Again, a pause...my heart was in my mouth.  Then he heaved a sigh and
slowly turned around.  I pulled out a chair for him and he sat down.

I was trying to continue to act normal – but his cock!  Fuck his cock,
his boytool, his peepee!  Every bit as gorgeous as his little hole!  Two
soft inches, about as thick as a rod of asparagus, a circumcised little
head crowning the end and the head had no pink color whatsoever – it was
every bit as white as the rest of him!  I had never seen anything like it!
His balls hung down slightly and looked to be quite small – I'd say the
size of his balls as well as his sweet cockhead were each no larger than a
blueberry.  So nice!  I was panting in tense lust now.  And I couldn't help
but stare.  I'm not sure how many seconds went by, but I looked up and saw
him staring at me – staring at me staring at his boycrotch.

"Your penis is very beautiful," I said (fuck, I'm not sure that was the
right thing to say), "very nice, and actually very big for a boy your age!"
(was it?  what did I know?).  "Really?!" he asked, his young brown eyes
lighting up.  "Thank you!" he chirped, and then he relaxed back into the
chair, letting his smooth legs spread open.  I don't think he took it as a
sexual comment on my part.  To him it was the same as if I had said that I
liked his hair.  Oh man.  Maybe this was going to be easier than I thought.
But WHAT was going to be easier?  I don't even know what I was planning to
do – the script was only appearing in my brain one line at a time.  I
proceeded with the undressing.  Still on my knees, I pulled off his shoes,
then his pants and little underwear together.  He was wearing Spiderman
briefs.  They were size 6.  All that was left were his little white socks.
Off with them and now there he was, a spectacularly beautiful boy, totally,
stark, butt-naked; sitting in my kitchen.  Once again, I had to put my
hands on the floor to steady myself.

He stood up as if to head to the bath, putting his little cocklett right in
front of my face.  "Did you hurt your balls or penis when you fell?" I
heard myself asking.  Oh fuck – did I really just say that?!  "I don't
think so," he replied.  "Are you SURE?" I asked.  "Well...maybe," he said,
and then – he actually moved toward me and bent his waist – jutting
his little boy package right out at me!!!

Again, as if in a dream, I watched my hand moving toward him – toward
his prize – my prize too!  Oh fuck!  And there it was.  In my hand.  IN
MY HAND!!  His precious little thingy, his dickie, his peepee.  Peepee,
peepee, peepee, PEEPEE!  PEEPEE, YOU FUCKERS!!  I'M HOLDING A PEEPEE!!!
And not just holding it, but no – the word is "fondling."  Oh man.  I
shuddered, I sighed, I swooned.  It felt so awesome in my hand!  I of
course had never felt a little soft boy peepee before and it definitely
felt like nothing I had ever felt before.  I petted it, I gently held and
caressed his balls, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, I even jacked
him up and down a couple of times.  Oh fuck – it was amazing!  I could
do this forever!  Or... maybe I could even do more...

"You know, if it really hurts," I said, "I could kiss it and make it
better."  Oh fuck, I know that was the wrong thing to say, but I just
couldn't help it.  I was not in control of my words.  "They told us in
school that we're not supposed to let people do that kind of stuff to us,"
he said.  But he didn't say it with any anger or fear.  And he certainly
didn't back up and remove his little cock from my massaging hand.  "But..."
he said.  "But what?" I asked, my throat tight with tension and lust.
"You're not a stranger or anything," he said, "so I guess it would be
okay."

SSSHHHHHIIIIITTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!  He said it was OKAY!!!!

Almost truly fainting now, I moved my feet out from under me as my butt
landed with a loud thud on the kitchen floor.  This still didn't bring me
down level with his cock on his very short frame.  I actually had to bend
down quite a bit.  Oh fuck!  I could feel the front of my shirt wet with
pre-cum from my aching cock.  Again, seemingly in slow motion, I took my
hand off his awesome little cocklett, then reached around him with both
hands to gently grab his little boy behind and pull him to me.  He gave no
resistance.

At first, I just nuzzled my face into his crotch, rubbing him up and down
as I let out big sighs over and over.  Then I licked my lips, getting them
as wet as I could.  And I kissed.  I kissed.  I kissed, and kissed, and
kissed, and kissed – little pecks, big slobbery smooches.  His cock, his
balls – I had his crotch soon soaked with my spit.  I looked up and saw
him peacefully smiling down at me, obviously loving all the attention being
lavished on him.  "Hey, Tommy," I said, "do you know what a French kiss
is?"  "No," he replied dreamily.  "That's when you kiss with your tongue
and your whole mouth – like this!" I replied and then I just slurped his
precious little boytool right into my mouth.

"Oh!" he cried, but again, he made no effort to back up.  On the contrary,
he actually leaned over onto me and grabbed my head.  That was all I need
to go crazy on him.  I gripped his little 9-year-old buttcheeks with new
intensity and pulled him tighter to me – smashing my grown-up face
against his bald little boy crotch.  "Oh!" he cried again, "what's
happening?!"  What was happening was his little penis was filling up with
blood – growing in my mouth – oh shit – so hot!  I didn't answer
him but kept sucking until I could feel in my mouth that he was fully hard.
I pulled off to answer him.  Oh fuck!  He was definitely a grower.  His mad
little fuck-stick was now the size of my index finger – 3 inches, and
thick and hard as steel.  It was hands-down the sexiest thing I had ever
seen in real life.  Oh fuck, I could cream myself right now!

"Hasn't your peepee ever gotten hard like this?" I asked, as I obscenely
and loudly slurped it back into my mouth.  "N..no..." he said, breathless
and barely able to speak.  I looked up at him as I greedily sucked.  His
face was turned upward, his eyes smashed closed.  He was lost in lust now.
"Well, dude," I said – I was speaking in spurts – a few words at a
time as I kept sucking his amazing cocklett in between.  "I'm going to keep
giving (suck, suck) you French kisses (slurp, slobber) and it's going to
feel better (going up and down on his shaft now) and better (more sucking)
until it starts throbbing (slurp) and your whole body will shake in the
best feeling of your life!"  And I could say no more.  I couldn't take my
mouth off of him again.

"Oh... oh... OKAY!" he cried, and then he kept making sounds, letting out
half-shouts of "oh's, ooh's and ahh's" as I kept my sucking, moving mouth
on his now throbbing boyhood.  He grabbed my head even tighter, pulling my
hair but I didn't care.  It only added to the hotness of the scene, fueling
my frenzied lust.  I began to not just hold on to his little ass, but to
massage it as I sucked like a starving child on his hard 3-incher.  And I
was starving – starving now for this boy contact, such as I had never
experienced before.  But I wasn't just thirsty.  I was hungry too.  I had
to eat.  And I had to do it before he orgasmed.

"Turn around!" I said lustily as I pulled off his raging boy-boner, sucking
all the way so it actually made a popping sound as I broke contact.  He
looked at me confused.  "I'm going to French kiss your behind!" I cried,
almost shouting.  He still looked confused, but his shoulders lowered as he
relaxed.  He turned around and put his hands on the table, leaning over a
bit.  I dove in.  I began with big open mouth kisses on his cheeks as I
reached around and jacked his little nail to keep him excited.  They were
hardly kisses I was giving him, but basically, I was just opening my mouth
as wide as I possibly could and then sucking as much of his butt into it as
possible.  I sucked and gently chewed with my teeth, then let up and did
the same thing on another spot.  Judging by the throbbing of his sweet
little cocklett in my thumb and two fingers, not to mention the cooing
noises he continued to make, the little lad was really into it.

I kept this up for a few minutes and worked my way to the center, finally
grabbing a mouthful of butt right next to his hole.  And then... and then,
I did it.  I was at his center and not only that, it was the center of my
fantasies as well.  I was about to rim a boy ass.  My off-the-charts lust
kept me from fainting as I pressed my face right into the center of his ass
and took a big, wet swipe.  "AHH!!!" he screamed – so shrill, I'm
surprised the windows didn't break.  I jumped back.  "Do you want me to
stop?" I cried.  "NNNOOOOO!!!" he screamed, almost as loud as the scream he
just made at first contact.

"Get down on the table," I said, putting up my hand and giving him a gentle
push; so he was now lying on it from the waist up – the same position in
which we started.  Again, telling myself that this has to be a dream, I
spread open those sweet tiny buttcheeks and went in again, giving him a lap
from the back of his balls, all the way up to the bottom of his tailbone.
Oh fuck, I had to fall against him, my face between his open cheeks as I
caught my breath.  Meanwhile, he let out another scream, his ass jerking
two inches off the table and hitting my face as I landed.  I grabbed and
spread his cheeks with more force and pushed my face hard into him to hold
him down.  And then I went in for the kill.

Amid his blood curdling cries of lust, I lapped over and over, just right
on his tight little hole, slobbering and getting him crazy with my slippery
tongue.  I kept lapping and lapping, hoping that like in some of the porn
stories I had read, he would start to relax.  I don't know if you can say
someone is relaxed when they are jumping, jerking and writhing around like
he was, not to mention the continued screams.  But eventually, his hole did
start to open up a little.  I leaned back a few inches to look at the
little black spot and to give him a break.  It was flexing open and closed
and he was heaving in pants as if he was about to take his last gasp for
breath.  Oh, if only I could have gotten that sight on film!

And then I went in again, this time putting my tongue into a point and
stabbing it right into his little orifice.  Of fuck – this was
off-the-charts unreal!  I was getting it in!  I actually had my tongue up a
little boy's asshole!!  Fuck!!  And I did.  I started fucking my tongue in
and out of his precious, delicious center.  He of course started to scream
again, but this time it was different.  It started from somewhere deep
inside of him and came up and out, like a siren being slowly turned on and
revved up to full blast.  And blast he did, when he got going.  Now his
impossibly loud, high, screams were no longer outbursts, but continuous –
only broken up every 10 seconds or so as he was forced to stop and try to
breathe.

I found myself almost screaming as well – screaming into his butt as I
kept up my assault on his tiny opening.  "HHMMM!" I cried, over and over
into his hot, white, boy ass.  I kept up my relentless tongue fucking until
I felt his hole really starting to throb.  And then he stopped the steady
screaming and started to let out these impossibly loud animal grunting
noises instead: "UH!  UH!  UH!" he cried.  Was he cumming?  Was he about
to?  Could he, even?

In a flash, I stood up, flipped him over and dived down onto his raging
little fuck-stick.  I sucked for all I was worth.  Not moving up and down,
I just grabbed him by the waist, held him and sucked, reveling in the
amazingly strong throbbing of his young tool.  I was in bliss.  I wished it
would never, ever end.  "UH!  UH!  UH!" he continued to cry, the intense,
low sounds foreshadowing the sexy man he would grow up to be.  And then.
Then, it hit!

"EEEEEYYYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" he cried, screaming as if he was being ripped
open.  His arms and legs flailed wildly; he beat his fists on my head, my
back, as well as the table.  His convulsions shook everything.  In his
madness, the groceries, dishes, everything that was on the table went
flying.  The throbbing of his sexy boytool was replaced by a rhythmic
pulsing, even stronger in its intensity, if that were possible.
"EEEEEYYYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" he cried countless times along the way, his
little chest heaving to grab quick breaths in between.  All too soon,
though, it was over as he wound down from his explosion.  "OH!
Oh... oh..." he went.  And then just the sound of his and my hard
breathing, as he slowly pushed my head up and off his now sensitive little
jewel.  I managed to grab a chair and practically fall on it, as I looked
at him in his naked glory, lying on my kitchen table – chest heaving,
eyes still shut in lust, penis shrinking but still just as beautiful.  It
was a magic moment that I cannot possibly ever forget.

I don't know how much time went by.  I was too lost in lust to tell.  It
could have been 30 seconds or 30 minutes.  But at some point we both seemed
to wake up and step out of the live dream we just had.  We were no longer
panting.  The world now seemed to be turning at its normal speed.  Little
Tommy opened his eyes and then sat up.  He moved to the edge of the table
and let his legs dangle.  "Wow," he said looking at me.  He made no move to
get dressed.  "Did that make you forget about the booboo from your
skateboard fall?" I asked.  "Yeah," he said.  "Maybe you should be a
doctor!"  I laughed at that, and he did too.  Then I got him under the
arms, and pulled his naked body down onto my lap.  I held him tight,
rubbing him up and down.  He just sighed and nestled into me as I kissed
the top of his head several times.

We heard a car door close in the driveway next door.  "Mommy's home!" he
cried, quickly jumping off my lap.  "I thought she was working all day," I
said.  "The lady across the street saw me fall and said she would try to
call her," he replied.  He had already put on his shirt and was now donning
his socks.  I reluctantly picked up his pants for him and as I did, I had
one last evil thought – I quickly grabbed the little underpants out of
them and threw them under the chair.  I held out the trousers for him to
step into, hoping that would keep him from noticing that the underwear was
not inside them.  A zipper, a snap, a step into the shoes, and he headed
for the door.

I followed him the few steps over, then he stopped to give me a hug.
"Thanks for taking care of me," he said, then as he backed up, he gave a
funny look towards my still hard cock, still covered by my clothes but
obviously there as it had pressed up against his chest.  "You're welcome,
young man," I said.  "Any time," I added as he headed down the steps and I
closed the door behind him.

And then of course, I grabbed the little, size 6 Spiderman undies.  I
brought them to my nose and breathed deeply.  I don't know what I expected
them to smell like.  I don't know what to tell you they smelled like.  All
I can say is that it was Tommy's smell and that was enough for me.  Still
raging in lust, I practically ripped my shirt off and in one swipe, shoved
my jeans and boxers down to my ankles.  Wrapping the little boy briers
around my thick seven inches, I jacked myself.  I was already so impossibly
horny, it only took 2 strokes up and down before I was convulsing in an
earthquake of an orgasm that once again, sent me thudding to the floor,
shaking the room.

"AHHH!!!" I screamed, reveling in a cum that was more powerful than
anything I had ever experienced in my life.  I shook, I screamed, my head
came up and down, banging on the floor.  By the time I was done, I probably
could have wrung a half cup of semen out of Tommy's little briefs.  Ah
Tommy, sweet, beautiful, little Tommy.  Yes, my young friend, I will take
care of you any time.

THE END

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