Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 04:36:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ed <author62@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Capturing Tommy-4" (t/t,humil)

                             Capturing Tommy-4

     Colin followed him across the street toward the basketball net
mounted on the roof of his garage.  It was concealed from the next door
neighbors by a high wood fence and overhanging trees but visible from
the street.   Colin had watched from his vantage point across the street
many times.  He stayed hidden behind the oak tree until he heard the sound
of a basketball on macadam.   Jerold practiced about the same time most
every morning so Colin pretty much knew when to be there.  He had no idea
that Jerold knew he was watching him.

     "Let me check out your form", Jerold said with an intended double
entendre.    He bounced the ball to the diminutive redhead and watched
him take his first shot.   He did this several times, literally licking
his lips when Colin leaped into the air in mid-jumpshot with his hairless
boylegs dangling from his shorts.

     "Not bad Colin, but you have a fundamental flaw that needs to be
corrected.   Your hips and shoulders should be square to the target when
you shoot.  Because you are so small, it's probably hard for you to
generate the power to shoot up to a 10 foot basket.  You have your body
turned to one side to help launch the ball.  Stand at the foul line, I
want to try something."

     Jerold knelt down in front of him and placed his hands on Colin's
slender hips.  He kept them square and told Colin to bend his knees and
arch his back to generate the necessary power.   Jerold had him practice
the move without a ball and made him go through 10 repetitions before he
released him.   All that time, Jerold's face was not more than a few
inches from Colin's crotch.  The feel of Jerold's large hands on his
hips, controlling him, was very sensual.  Colin was wearing a pair of
thin cargo shorts and started to get hard, a development that wasn't lost
on Jerold.   He fought the urge to lean forward and kiss the tented
outline of his penis.

     "Should I raise my hands and surrender", Jerold asked.

     Colin was confused.

     "Wha...what do you mean?"

     Jerold grinned broadly.

     "It looks like you have the drop on me with that little pistol in
your pants."

     Colin immediately turned bright red when he realized that he had been
caught.

     "Just kidding with you, little buddy.  Let's try 10 more reps another
way.  I want to prevent your hips from moving backwards when you shoot."

     That said, Jerold got up and knelt behind Colin.  This time, only his
fingers touched Colin's hips while his palms cradled his buns.  Following
his instructions, Colin went through the motions of shooting again.  He
bent his knees and arched his back while Jerold palmed his ass.  On the
final repetition, Colin shot but it wasn't an imaginary basketball.
Jerold could feel the boy's asscheeks clench in the throes of orgasm.  His
penile discharge soaked his cotton briefs and wet the front of his shorts.

     "Ready to try a real shot this time?", he asked.

     Colin kept his hands in front of the telltale spot when Jerold stood
up and tried to hand him the ball.

     "Anything wrong, little buddy?"

     Colin was embarrassed by the lack of control he had over his bodily
functions.  He looked at the ground and managed to stammer:  "I'm sorry
Jerold, I have to go home!"

     Jerold gently pushed his hands aside and looked at the wetspot,
causing Colin to blush with complete embarrassment.

     "You don't have time to go home.  We need to clean that now before
it sets and leaves a permanent stain on the front of your shorts."

     Jerold took his hand, leading him through the back door to his
kitchen.  Colin felt like a little boy, assuming the role by submissively
tagging along behind.   Once inside, Jerold removed his sneakers and told
Colin to do the same because he didn't want mud tracked through the house.
Sneakers removed, he took hold of Colin's hand again and led him up the
stairs to the bathroom.

     Jerold ran hot water into the tub, and nonchalantly told Colin to
strip off his shorts.

     Colin had a flashback to the scene with his Dad earlier this morning.
This was the second time today that he was made to strip in front of
someone else.

     "Do I have to", he asked, plaintively.

     "Yes!"

     Colin unbuckled his belt, shinnied out of his shorts and handed them
to Jerold who unceremoniously tossed them in the tub water.

     "Your briefs must be washed too!", Jerold said with a feigned touch
of irritation in his voice.

     Colin was so nervous, he began to tremble.  He didn't want his idol
to see him naked.

     Because of the harsh tone of Jerold's voice, he turned his back and
slipped them down to his ankles.  When he bent over to pick them up, the
tail on his tee-shirt rose up, giving Jerold a look at his bare ass.  It
was plump and full, virtually a duplicate copy of Tommy's.  In an instant,
Jerold's cock went from semi-hard to rigid.  He was consumed with a
powerful urge to lean down and kiss it but Colin stood up, handing his
briefs to him.  Jerold tossed them in the tub with his shorts and added
some bubble-bath liquid.  Colin kept his back facing Jerold the whole
time and stretched his tee-shirt down in an effort to cover himself.

     "Turn around Colin, let me look at the front of your tee-shirt.  It
probably has a stain on it too."

     Colin turned around slowly.  The tail of his tee-shirt was just
long enough to hide his little penis and pubic area.   Colin kept his
eyes riveted to the floor, unable to look Jerold in the eyes because of
the shame he felt.

     "I ....I ... don't think that it needs to be cleaned", Colin said
in a barely audible whisper.

     He looked delicious, standing there trembling, in just a pair of
white socks and tee-shirt.   Jerold tried to assess whether the boy
wanted him to continue or was just so frightened of him that he had
abandoned his will to resist.

     "Colin, do you like me?"

     "Y... Yes... I do."

     "Do you like me enough to let me raise up your tee-shirt so I can
see your body?"

     "I .. don't know ... I'm ashamed of it.  You'll laugh at me.

     "Why do you think I'd laugh?"

     "Be... because I don't have any hair down there and look like a
little boy."

     "Oh honey... I would never laugh at you for that.   You trust me..
don't you?"

     "Yes daddy.... er.... I mean... yes Jerold."

     Jerold reached for the bottom of Colin's tee-shirt and raised it up,
exposing his boy-sized penis and balls.   He was glad to see that the kid
was uncut... just like him.   He knew how to pleasure an uncut cock.

     Rolling the shirt up higher, his hairless pubes and belly button came
into view.  Jerold moved his hands under the shirt and grasped Colin's
naked hips letting the material bunch up at his wrists.  From the hips,
he moved them on either side of his waist then up his ribcage to his
armpits.   Colin lifted his arms high in the air.  The shirt followed up
over his head, was lifted free and tossed in the tub water.

     Jerold stood back and let his eyes feast on the boy's nakedness.  He
was positively stunned by his beauty.  His eyes roamed from the red hair
covering his head to the white socks covering his feet.  He went over to
the tub and tested the temperature with his hand.

     "Your bath is ready, little boy."

     Shock registered on Colin's face as he was picked up in Jerold's
strong arms and lowered to a sitting position in the hot sudsy water.
Jerold grabbed each ankle in turn and removed his socks.  Then he very
casually went about the job of dunking and re-dunking his shorts, briefs,
tee-shirt and socks while Colin sat there, naked and embarrassed.  He
hooked up a hand-held shower hose and thoroughly rinsed each article of
clothing before placing it on a large bath towel that he spread on the
floor.

     "I'll be back in a couple of minutes to wash you, honey.  First, I
have to take these down stairs to the laundry room and put them in the
dryer."

     Colin sat there in the warm water and thought about Colin giving
him a bath.   His penis started to periscope above the water line,
adding to his embarrassment.   He heard the phone ring outside in the
hallway and the sounds of Jerold running up the steps.

     "Hello!"

     "Oh hi Mike! what's up?"

     "Not much, just washing out a few things.   Sure, I don't mind.
That's OK, why don't you bring Tommy with you.  Yeah, see you in five
minutes then.  The back door is open so just walk in.  Come up to the
bathroom on the second floor, there's a friend of mine here that I'd
like you and Tommy to meet."


to be continued.


Note to the readers of Capturing Tommy:

Thanks to everyone for their story ideas. Several more were used in
this chapter.  I'd appreciate hearing your comments on how the story
is progressing.  It's the only way of knowing if I should change it.

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