Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2000 20:05:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ed <author62@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Capturing Tommy-7" (t/t,oral,anal,humil)

                             Capturing Tommy-7

     Colin was familiar with the tradition of the groom carrying his
bride across the threshold.   He kinda felt that way when Jerold swooped
him in his arms, carried him upstairs and crossed the threshold of his
bedroom.  Although there was a sense of urgency in Jerold's manner, the
look in his eyes told him that he had nothing to fear from his new lover.
He deposited Colin on the end of the bed and proceeded to remove his
clothes in less than a minute.  Sneakers, socks, shorts, briefs and
tee-shirt lay strewn on the floor.  Remembering Colin's confession about
stealing his tee-shirt yesterday, Jerold removed his own tee-shirt and
handed it to the grateful boy.  Colin made no attempt to conceal his
delight by putting it under his nose and inhaling Jerold's manly aroma.
His penis rose up and flattened against his abdomen as he lay on his back
with his legs bent at the knees, overhanging the bottom of the bed.

     Jerold walked to his nightstand and picked up a jar of Vaseline that
he kept there.  Colin's eyes followed his every step while continuing to
inhale the scent of his lover from the used tee-shirt.

     "Do you know what this is used for, honey?"

     "I... I think so.  You're going to fuck me and take my virginity."

     Jerold was surprised at Colin's language.  It sounded strange coming
from such an innocent and naive boy.

     "Only if that's what you want.   You are only a virgin once and your
first time is too precious to waste.  Maybe you should wait for a special
friend your own age, someone like Tommy to ..."

     Colin interrupted him in a pleading, almost hysterical voice.

     "No....No.... I want it to be you, Jerold.   You're the one I love,
you've always been the one.   I... I'm ready.   I want YOU to love me!!

     "That's what I needed to hear you say, honey."

     Jerold returned to stand between his legs and continued his own
strip.  Colin watched as he leaned down and removed his sneakers and
socks.  Next, he unbuckled his belt, opened the top button and unzipped
his fly.   A momentary pause followed as Jerold smiled before lowering
his shorts to his ankles and stepped free.  Colin gasped when he saw the
tented bulge in his white cotton briefs for only a brief second before
they were lowered and kicked away from his feet.  To other eyes, Jerold's
cock might have looked threatening.  To Colin's, it was inviting.  The
huge cockpole pointed directly at him, then slowly rose toward the
ceiling.  The tip of the head was peeking through the end of the shroud,
literally shimmering with pre-cum.

     A sense of deja vu was Colin's first reaction.   He knew that this
was the first time he'd seen Jerold's cock but there were flashes of
an earlier, similar scene being replayed in his head.   Perhaps it was a
partially remembered dream that fueled this feeling of familiarity.  The
feeling passed as quickly as it came.

     He lay there, transfixed, hypnotized by the side-to-side swaying of
the huge sex organ that seemed to beckon for his attention.  A hand was
extended and he took hold of it.  His body was pulled from the bed to a
sitting position.  Jerold took a step forward causing Colin's forehead
to rest against the underside of his cock.

     Words were unnecessary.  He knew what both he and Jerold wanted.
His tongue darted out and tickled the two balls merely inches from his
lips, then broadened his tongue and painted them with spittle.  With one
continuous stroke, his tongue laved the underside of Jerold's cock from
stem to tip.  Jerold moaned softly as Colin wet his pole with unexpected
expertise.   Jerold pushed his cock down enabling Colin to take the tip
into his mouth.   He started to gag when he attempted to take even more
into his hungry mouth.

     Jerold withdrew and forced his cock down under the boy's chin.
Colin broad-tongued the top side until his nose was buried in Jerold's
thick pubic bush.

     He put his hand under Colin's chin and made eye contact.

     "Honey, are you ready?   I'll be as gentle as I can."

     "yes..... i am."

     Jerold pushed the boy on his back and propped his legs on his broad
shoulders.   Two large gobs of Vaseline were smeared right on top of his
twitching pink pucker.   He coated his index finger and pressed through
the tight anal ring.  Colin's sphincter muscle closed around it in an
involuntary reaction to capture and expel the intruder.  Colin moaned
when Jerold worked his finger in an ever-widening circular motion.  The
muscle relaxed enough to allow a second finger inside, causing the war
of fingers and sphincter to be rejoined.  True to his word, Jerold was
gentle but persistent.   The uncomfortable feeling was forgotten when
the massaging of his prostate gland sent pleasure signals to his brain.

     Jerold continued the massage until all resistance was overcome.
He slid his fingers out and coated his cock with generous amounts of
Vaseline.   The greasy tip stabbed at his pucker, was rejected twice,
then broke through.

     "Omigod.... omigod....", Colin murmured when the steely cock
meandered up his anal passage like a snake in his burrow.   Jerold
stopped pushing forward at the halfway point and allowed the boy's ass
spasms to calm down."

     Colin resisted screaming.   The pain was worse than he imagined but
the pleasure was more intense and vivid than any he had ever experienced.
Colin felt like his mind and body were somehow separated.  He heard a
guttural plea from someone.

     "Fuck me, Jerold...... fuck me!"

     It took him several seconds to realize that the voice was his.
Jerold's mind was no longer in control.   He pulled back and plunged the
entire length of his cock inside.   His balls slapped the boy's asscheeks
and his pubic bush flattened on the base of his spine.   He drew back
and plunged forward... again! and again! and again!   This boy was far
better than any girl he had sex with previously.   His love for Colin
made the difference.  They were conjoined forever.  The boy belonged to
him and he belonged to the boy.   Neither would ever forget this moment
in time.  Colin would remember this as his first sexual pleasure and
Jerold would remember this as the first time his partner's pleasure
meant more to him than his own.

     Jerold and Colin spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling together
and just generally getting to know each.   Colin talked a lot about his
dad and how close they were.   He told him all about his dream last
night and the talk his dad had with him this morning.  He showed him
pictures of his parents that he kept in his wallet.  Jerold could see
the striking resemblance between Colin and his mother.  From her, he
inherited his red hair and delicate features.  Colin had only a vague
memory of her because she died when he was just 3 years old.  His dad
was 25 at the time, never remarried and devoted all his time to raising
his son.  Literally, he was both father and mother to Colin.  According
to Colin, he never remembered that his dad even dated.   Jerold wondered
what his dad did for sex during that time.  A quick calculation had him
at 35 years old today, 5 years younger than his own dad.  Abhorrent as
the idea was, he knew that his dad and mom still had sex at least once
a week.  He had seen Colin's dad a few times but didn't know who he was
until now.  He seemed friendly enough, always giving Jerold a smile
when he drove by.

     The two boys established a preliminary set of rules that would
govern their relationship.  They took a shower together and afterwards,
Colin modeled the panties that Jerold bought.  They separately determined
that the girl's panties, while sexy, were not something they needed or
would continue.   They decided to give them to Tommy as a spare set.
Colin said he liked being sexually subordinate, he wanted Jerold to be in
charge.   When they were alone, it was determined that Colin would always
be naked unless Jerold said otherwise.   Jerold would spank Colin when he
was bad or just for their mutual pleasure.  Spankings would be mostly
ritualistic, never intended to injure beyond an ass warming.  Colin said
that he liked a measure of humiliation.  He wanted others to know that he
belonged to Jerold and derived his pleasure from attending to his needs.

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     The ride home for Mike and Tommy was very quiet.  Mike wanted to
apologize to Tommy but he just couldn't say the words.  His mind was
working through his own set of rules to govern his relationship with Tommy.
He thought about what happened in the back room of the store.  He allowed
Tommy to be totally humiliated in front of Eric, the store clerk.  It was
perversely pleasurable to him that Eric recognize his complete control
over Tommy.   He liked the respect that Eric gave to him and he needed to
demonstrate the dominance that he had over his boy.   He felt that Eric
was as much under his control as Tommy.   There was no doubt in his mind
that Eric would have stood up on the stool and stripped if he ordered him
to do it.   Even though Mike agreed with Jerold that he went overboard,
he still didn't know if he *wanted* to change.   He loved Tommy dearly
but was unwilling to relinquish the total control that he has over him.

     When they got home, the best Mike could do to assuage his guilt was
kiss Tommy on the cheek.  Then he said the words that Tommy needed to
hear, "You made me proud of you today."

     Tommy had a powerful need for reassurance that he did good.  His dad
understood that.  He used to say how proud he was of Tommy after he was
done using his mouth as a urinal.   He wanted his dad to be proud of him.
He was just beginning to understand that his humiliation in front of
others was what he must do to make Mike proud.

     Last night, Mike made him strip down to girl's panties in front of
a stranger.  He put a dog collar around his neck and then sent him over
to kiss Jerold, saying, "make me proud!"

     Today, Mike removed his clothes and put him in a bathtub with a
total stranger.   Later on, he stripped him again, made him stand naked
on a stool while allowing a total stranger to dress him in girl's panties.
Mike didn't object when the stranger groped him in front of Colin, his
new best friend.

     'You made me proud of you today', the words still echoed in his ears.

     He hated what his dad made him do and he hated what Mike made him do,
but it was worth it, just to hear the words.

     While he stood there thinking about it, Mike opened the bag and
pulled out a pair of silk pink panties.

     "Strip!" was the only word he said.

to be continued?


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