Secret Lives Of Good Little Boys

Chapter 1

      Wyatt hurries seeing the open garage door. The unruly blond bangs float away from his angular face revealing a set of piercing grey eyes. Walking into the garage, he tugs on his sagging jeans to be presentable. "Hey Mrs. Q!"

The Vietnamese woman turns around from fumbling with her car keys. "Wyatt, you're here early?" 

"I have a doctor’s appointment later today. So I came earlier to see if Tommy might wanna go for a swim." 

"Oh, well the last I saw him, he was still in bed. I swear I don't know what's up with him. Some days he bounces out of bed and others I need dynamite to wake him up!"

     Wyatt forces a smile at the unfunny joke. At almost twelve- years-old, he is well practiced at the art of making adults like him. "I'll just let myself in."

"All right, you two have fun today."

"We will Mrs. Q." Wyatt says as he sprints past her.

Being best friends with a nine-year-old, even if he’s your neighbors’ son, is all sorts of lame. But beggars can't be choosers.

The first time he met Tommy, the Vietnamese tyke was five-years-old. His parents had just bought a house in their esteemed residential neighborhood. Wyatt didn’t give a hoot about them but learning they were bringing a kid over for the welcome greet piqued his interest. He waited downstairs for the guests.

Upon arriving, Tommy’s parents pushed him in front like a prized trophy. The small boy glued his gaze to the floor. He fidgeted as the adults talked. Wyatt cringed noticing the boy’s discomfort. Before he even knew what he was doing, he was walking up to the new kid on the block and offering to play.

Tommy's English wasn’t the best at first. He would sometimes say things in a funny way and occasionally slip into his native language when he couldn't figure out a word. Whenever his mother overheard a mistake, she always scolded him. Then she made him repeat the sentence in English.

For Wyatt, it was fun having company around. Tommy latched on to him since there weren't any other kids around his age in the immediate area. The little Asian boy’s English improved and when he was around seven, Wyatt made it a point to teach him how to swear even though none of their parents would've been happy to discover that. Wyatt found that teaching Tommy anything was fun and somehow rewarding.

His parents teased him about finally getting the little brother he had always wanted. Wyatt didn't remember making that request but he guessed in a lot of ways that is how he treated Tommy.

And there were certain benefits to the age gap between them. For instance, he could spook the hell out of Tommy and not worry about being beaten up. As he opens the inside door and enters into the house that is exactly what he has in mind.

Quietly kicking off shoes, he bends down and puts them next to Tommy's. There are all kinds of silly rules in that house. He waits a second before taking a step down the short hallway.  An unusual noise comes to his ears. He pauses and listens. It sounds like an ice cube. Tommy's parents have one of those refrigerators that can make ice cubes. Sliding along the wall to avoid the creaking boards, he looks around the corner. In the kitchen, Tommy is standing in front of the sink, his back to him.

Wyatt figures Tommy got out of bed to get a drink. He tiptoes into the kitchen intending to grab his little buddy from behind when he notices Tommy isn't moving. The little boy’s head is pointed down. What the heck is he looking at? The front of his pajamas is lowered a bit but Wyatt can't see anything.  Sliding forward on his sock-clad feet, he cranes his head up trying to look around the skinny boy's shoulder. "Erh…What are you doing?" He asks.

Tommy jumps literally. His bare feet leave the floor and come back down. The little boy twists around, yanking his hands out of his green pajama pants and pulling them up. For a brief moment, he breathes heavily. Then, his eyes go wide as saucers. He starts to jump around, shaking his leg.

Whatever is inside his pjs is now down the pant leg. Tommy kneels down and pulls the elastic away from his ankle. An ice cube drops out. The Vietnamese boy glares up at the unexpected guest. "You scared me!"

Wyatt laughs, amused by the scene. "What were you doing with that?"

Tommy, still crouching on the floor, picks up the ice cube and tosses it in the sink without getting up. He brings his legs together, pulling them to his chest protectively. "Nothing, go away."

Wyatt stares down at his little friend. Tommy is either trying to look serious or angry. He cannot really tell which.  "Right, I come all this way over just to see if you want to go swimming and this is the way you treat me?"

Tommy feels some tears well up in his eyes hearing the words that are putting him in a quandary. His parents raised him to respect strict traditional Vietnamese courtesy. They encouraged him to be polite. He ponders and finally settles on saying, "I have to get changed."

"Since when have you been modest?" Wyatt points out, frowning.

Tommy's legs tighten closer together. "Please."

Wyatt relishes teasing the younger kid but there’s something in his tone that takes all the fun out of it. "Is something wrong?"

Tommy doesn't say anything. His arms wrap tighter around his legs and he bows his head. This starts to worry Wyatt. He kneels down. "Tommy, what's wrong? You know I can always keep a secret."

Tommy looks up, his tiny dark eyes wet.  "You promise?" He asks.

"I swear." Wyatt says without hesitation.

Timidly, the young boy divulges his secret. "I... I had an accident. I... hurt myself."

"Okay, tell me where and I'll see what I can do."

Tommy leans back and stretches his spidery legs out. His fingers slip under the waistband of his pajama pants. He lowers them just enough to expose his little erection. "It's really swollen." The small boy says. "I must have hurt it when I was sleeping."

Wyatt keeps his chuckles to himself seeing as Tommy looks so serious. But the nine-year-old boy’s misunderstanding is really funny and he can’t help but grin a little. "So you are putting ice on it, to keep the swelling down?"

Tommy nods.

Wyatt continues to stare at his little friend’s rigid dickie. He has seen Tommy naked on numerous occasions when they were changing for swimming. His buddy’s penis is maybe an inch long flaccid. He cannot remember how big he had been at that age. Looking at the tiny boner, he can’t say if Tommy is small for his age or normal sized? Because Tommy is Asian, maybe it plays into it, or not? He isn’t even sure how big his own dick is compared to other boys now. He only manages to catch a few glimpses of other boys once in a while and it isn't for lack of trying. For a moment, he takes the time to capture to his memory the sight of Tommy’s cute penis. It seems to have doubled in size from its usual soft state.

"Well I have some good news for you. It's not swollen." He announces.
Tommy looks up, completely confused. "It will go back to normal if I put more ice on it?"

"Is that how you've treated this problem before?"

Tommy nods.

This time when Wyatt smiles, he doesn’t suppress it. "It's not swollen, it's an erection. All boys get them."

Tommy looks down between his legs trying to work it out. "It's normal?"
Wyatt recalls how he had stumbled upon how to deal with erections the previous year, mostly by accident. "Yeah, I get them sometimes. They're not a bad thing really. I can tell you how to get rid of it and without using ice. You'll probably even like it."

Tommy has not made any effort to cover himself. His little penis is still stiff as a nail. "How do you do that?" He asks.

Wyatt shuffles his thoughts for a second. He has never explained it before and hasn't even discussed the matter with anyone. "Okay, well you put your fingers like this, in a little ring. Then you just move them up and down your stiffy. You do it for a while and then you’ll feel like you kinda have to pee but you really don't have to. You keep going and going and then you'll get this really good feeling and it'll go down."

Tommy glances again between his legs, trying to visualize the instructions. 

"Can you show me Wyatt?" He says, afraid to mess it up.

The request doesn’t shock Wyatt.  And if he is honest with himself, he has hoped his little friend would ask him. There is a part in Wyatt's mind that knows he should say no. But he forgets the twinge of guilt quickly after he chooses to ignore it. "All right, but let's go to your room. It's more private than the kitchen."

Tommy giggles.

Wyatt is delighted by the high-pitched chuckles. They jaunt down the hallway to the Vietnamese boy's room. For a nine-year-old boy, Tommy's room is surprisingly clean. There are no toys on the floor or anything out of place. Everything is put away either on the shelves or in storage containers under his bed. There are a few posters on the wall mostly of outer space or Naruto.
"Why don't you get undressed?" Wyatt says as he closes the door behind them.

Tommy raises his short arms above his head to take off his pajama top. He neatly folds it and then places it on the desk.  Then, he pulls down his pajama bottoms and likewise folds and places them on the desk. Wyatt ogles at the little boy the whole time. He begins to feel a familiar stirring in his jeans and berates himself mentally for it.

"Aren't you going to get undressed too?"  Tommy asks.

"Uh, yeah, I guess..." Wyatt takes a step towards the desk and pulls off his shirt. Usually he wouldn't have been as neat as Tommy but taking a page from his friend he carefully folds the shirt and places it next to the night wear.

"Okay, as I was saying, boys get erections all the time. It’s the technical name, I think. They have a lot of different names; boner, hard-on, stiffy..."
"Why does it have so many names?"

Wyatt folds his jeans and glances down at the growing bulge in his black boxers-briefs. The situation is definitely turning him on. His dick isn't quite at full mast yet. There’s no doubt in his mind it will reach four inches soon. "Well I think it's partly because sometimes people are embarrassed and partly to hide it from adults. Adults don't like to know kids get them and before you ask, I don't really know why. When we learned about it in health class they told us like fifty times it is normal."

"Oh," Tommy says, displaying an expression of confusion on his round face.

Wyatt turns around to step out of his boxers before picking them up and placing them on the desk.  He takes a quick glance at the downy blond hairs over his half hard prick. When he turns back to face Tommy, the younger boy's stare goes directly to his crotch.

"So the first thing I guess you need to know is a boy can give himself an erection." He says. His hand drifts towards his penis and starts to play with it. Tommy watches him in complete rapture as the object of his attention swells to full rigidity.

"Let's get on your bed. It's best not to do this standing up." Wyatt 
proposes.

"Okay!"

The older boy notices it takes a real effort for his friend to drag his eyes away from his erection, which makes him feel kind of proud. He climbs on the mattress after Tommy. As they settle their backs against the headboard, side by side, their ankles cross. Wyatt feels a shiver run up his spine when the silky skin of the little boy brushes against his.

"So I’ll show you how you masturbate now, jerk off or play with yourself, whatever you want to call it."

"This has a lot of different names too." Tommy observes.

"They’re code words." Wyatt whispers with a smile. "Remember, adults don't want us to know this stuff."

Tommy nods. "How did you find out about it?"

Wyatt lets out a little chuckle. "I kinda discovered it on my own with a little piecing it together from overheard conversations." He says. "There's really a long speech and short speech for this. Masturbating is sometimes considered sex for one though. Know what sex is?"

"Mating?" Tommy says.

Wyatt is surprised to hear the younger boy know a big word like that, but he doesn’t let it show. "Right, this is how a guy can do it just by himself."
"Okay, but I have a question." Tommy says and then points. "Why are we different?"

Wyatt follows the pointing finger to his hard-on. "I’m circumcised and you're not. When I was really little the skin was too tight so they cut the tip off. Some boys have it done just because and others for different reasons. I guess they don't do it in Vietnam. That's where you're from right?"

"That's where I was born." Tommy says.

"Great, I knew that." Wyatt says.

His eyes roam to where their ankles are crossed. His skin looks very pale next to Tommy's darker tone. Then his eyes go back up the little boy’s hairless body. The sight of the nude kid has his penis throbbing. Maybe he has a thing for Asian boys? Then again he seems to have a thing for any boy. "Okay, put your fingers like this." He says holding up his hand with a ring formed between his thumb and forefinger.

Tommy copies the finger arrangement. Wyatt approves. "Very good, now-" he says staring at Tommy’s little boner with the foreskin still high up. He can just barely discern the pee slit. He isn't sure how different it is with people with foreskin so instead of starting at the base of his erection, like he normally would, he changes it up a bit. "Slide it around the middle of your erection. You tighten a little and then move up and down."

Wyatt's eyes never wander away from Tommy's hard little morsel. The younger boy's fingers go around it and move in the same way he’s doing it. Wyatt watches the foreskin go down sliding over the head and then up to cover it. Suddenly his mind brings up the images he has seen on his cell phone and he wants to swat Tommy's hand away to give the boy his first orgasm with his mouth. It would be his first blow job too. Then he could swing Tommy's legs up and take his cherry.

His fantasy fades out when he feels Tommy's legs twitch next to his. Tommy’s hand is moving faster now. Wyatt continues to jerk off, his orgasm approaching. It makes his dick so hard to see Tommy's body all tensed up. Suddenly, the little boy twists around, showing his butt. Squeals erupt from his gaping mouth. "Uhhh! Uhh!"

"You’re cumming, Tommy!" He says. "Is it nice?"

"Yesss! Uhhhh! Uhhhh!"

The little Asian boy’s enjoyment of his first orgasm is enough to push Wyatt over the edge. He yelps, feeling his boner pulse between his fingers. His dry orgasm has not yet finished that Tommy is leaping to hug him.

"Thank you for teaching me that!"

Wyatt savors the last seconds of his cum with the small boy on top of him. Then, he hooks his arms around his back to hug him back. "What are friends for?" He says and after a few seconds adds. "So do you want to go swimming, now?"

"Yeah!" Tommy shouts jumping off of him.

Chapter 2

Wyatt dribbles the basketball several times before taking a shot. The ball bounces off the backboard and goes halfway around the rim before swishing through the net. Wyatt lurches after the ball and as he dribbles back to where he has taken a shot he pauses seeing Tommy crossing over the front yard. His young buddy is wearing his swim trunks and an oversized T-shirt along with a baseball hat that hides most of his face. "Hey!" Wyatt shouts.

"Hey," Tommy says waving his hand and smiling. "I did it again!"

For a second, Wyatt isn't sure what his friend is referring to then he grins. "Oh you jerked it again?"

Tommy nods, evidently proud of himself.

Wyatt casually turns into a shot. "I guess you want to go swimming?"

"Yeah, but..." Tommy trails off.

As Wyatt goes to retrieve the ball he glances at Tommy, "Something wrong?"

Tommy hesitates and then shakes his head. "No, let’s just go swimming."

Wyatt shrugs. "Yeah just give me a minute to change."

Tommy waits out back as Wyatt runs up the stairs to grab his shorts. After he is more appropriately dressed in a pair of board shorts he retracts the solar cover and turns the pool on. Tommy hands him the net to scoop out the few leaves that have fallen in and then they both dive in. They splash around chasing each other or taking turns using diving sticks. Wyatt can beat Tommy easily, but usually keeps it competitive except for when his little friend gets cocky. They wrestle a bit before ending up just floating around. Tommy rests on a little kickboard while Wyatt takes a small beach ball.

After a while Tommy kicks his way towards Wyatt and bumps him gently. Wyatt casually pushes him away and Tommy quickly returns. "Hey, I want to talk."

"Well then talk." Wyatt says.

Tommy kicks back towards Wyatt lowering his voice. "I want to ask you something."

Wyatt picks up on the tone and doesn't say his comeback. "All right," he reaches out and grabs onto Tommy's kickboard so they could stay close. He has to slightly re-position the beach ball and for a second he is afraid he’s going to lose it but brings his legs in closer and holds it there.

Tommy smacks his lips and laughs nervously to himself.  "Um, you remember what you told me?"

"Is this about masturbating?" Wyatt asks.

Tommy nods.

"If you have questions just ask."

"Okay, what you said is masturbation is like sex. Is it as good as sex?"
Wyatt waits an awkward long time before answering. They make a slow circuit of the pool before he finally decides on an answer. "I don't really know. I hear it feels different, but I've never actually had sex."

"Okay." Tommy answers. Wyatt thinks that it’s the end of it but then 

Tommy really throws him a curveball. "Can we?"

"Can we what?" Wyatt asks.

"Have sex." Tommy clarifies before temporarily dunking his head under the water.

Wyatt doesn't answer until his friend has emerged a few seconds later. He too has needed a few seconds before he could even think of an answer. "You want to have sex with me?"

Tommy isn't looking at him directly. He’s looking at the water just in front of Wyatt. Somewhere in the back of Wyatt's brain he realizes that is a tactic he has taught Tommy for speaking in front of his class. You don't look at anyone but just pick a spot and stare at it. Wyatt doesn't remember who taught him that, but he has passed it on to his friend when he is nervous about a book report.

"Do you even know what sex is?" Wyatt asks.

Tommy shakes his head. "Not really." He pauses and speaks a bit too loudly for as close as they are. "Making out is a lot of hugging and kissing, you said."

Wyatt tries to hide his smile. Under the water, he can feel his dick getting hard. He remembers the day before with Tommy naked next to him. He remembers wanting to put his dick into him. He realizes he wants to do that now. He wants Tommy under him. He visualizes all that in one second before realizing he doesn’t want that. It’s a fantasy, a stupid dream of his. There has to be more to it than just bending Tommy over and sticking it in him. His experiments in the shower have taught him that. He has seen porn of course, but that’s just acting.

Of course, he also knows there is more to sex than just the ass. Sucking on Tommy’s dick sounds enticing. "Do you really want to?"

"Yes." Tommy says nodding his chin, popping in and out of the water.

"Okay, but there's lots of different types of sex. I think we should start with sucking."

"Sucking?"

"Yeah, it's when you suck on another person’s erection."

Tommy's eyes glaze over trying to picture if that would be fun. "So instead of using your hand, someone else uses his mouth?"

For some reason the word ‘cute’ pops into Wyatt's mind. "Yeah, I'll do you first and then you can do it to me." He says, pretty sure Tommy wouldn't back out. Still he thinks he should try to leave him an out.  "Only if you want to…"

"Okay. Let's do it!" Tommy cheers.

Wyatt is so grateful his parents are out today. They dash inside and go directly to his bedroom. Tommy jumps on the unmade bed and giggles waiting for his friend to make the first move. Wyatt grips the waistband of the Vietnamese boy’s trunks and pulls them down his hips in one determined move. Tommy’s stiffy leaps up in the air, a tender little joystick Wyatt ogles at intently. Nervously, he lowers his mouth until it is right above Tommy's short rod and begins to slowly tease the pee hole with the tip of his tongue, driving the Asian boys crazy. "You like this?" he asks.

"It makes it tingle!" Tommy remarks. "Does is taste yucky?"

"Nah." Wyatt grins at him and licks the shaft of his boner. His wet tongue slides down on the underside. He reaches the little balls which he nibbles a bit. Tommy shakes his head left and right in ecstasy. Wyatt's slippery tongue moves back up and sinks in his bellybutton and then slicks up the bald pubic area above his throbbing little dick. He has never done anything like this before. Yet, for some reason, it seems like he knows what to do.

Wyatt grips the little hardness and lowers his oral cavity to engulf it. "Uhhh!" Tommy cries out. His sighs of pleasure resonate louder as Wyatt sucks the tender flesh. The small prick swells to the maximum from the moistness of his mouth. Wyatt slowly works his lips up and down, taking the entire short length. It warms his heart to see his friend enjoy what he’s doing. Wyatt enjoys it as well. One second, his lips are sliding fast and the other they are sucking heavily on the tip.

After a moment, Tommy feels selfish and wants to reward Wyatt for showing him sex. "I want to do it too!"  He says and stretches his hand to pull down the older boy’s shorts until his erect prick is sticking out. He shifts his small body until his face is positioned between Wyatt’s thighs. The eleven-year-old’s hard dick is right there above his nose. The circumcised head looks like the helmet of a fireman. Without hesitation, Tommy shoves it in his mouth. He starts sucking right away, putting as much dick as he can in his small mouth. Taking a pause, Tommy momentarily stops and asks, "Am I doing ok?"

"Ohhhh, yessss Tommy!" Wyatt reassures him. "Do it again!"

Infected by his friend’s enthusiasm, Tommy wraps his lips around his rigid penis and continues sucking with renewed fervor. He moves his lips faster and faster on the hard-on, all the way to the balls, even if the head bumps the back of his throat and makes him gag a little bit.

Wyatt glances under his stomach at his young friend sucking him. Tommy is doing very well for a nine-year-old kid, not that he knows much about blowjobs himself anyway. It is his first time too after all. He feels a sudden surge of a pleasure and lets it take over while the little boy sucks his dick. "Oh, I’m cummmmming!" He shouts.

The next moment, he crawls between Tommy’s legs and ravenously slurps on his boner. From the repetitive spasms that wrack the small boy’s body, Wyatt knows he is near his climax. His mouth goes into overdrive, sucking and sucking the tiny stiff prick. As soon as he feels it twitch between his lips, Tommy squeals.

"So did you like it?" Wyatt says, rolling off on his back.

"Yeah! That was fun!" Tommy says. "Maybe, we could do it again, later?"

Chapter 3

Tommy runs for his life but he knows he will be caught. The nine-year-old boy darts back and forth before turning and running into the fort. There are no big trees in the backyard. So the fifteen foot tall structure built next to the garden shed is the closest thing to an actual treehouse. Running towards the ladder, Tommy jumps onto it just as his friend grabs him from behind.   

"I got you!" Wyatt says, pulling him off the rungs.

Tommy struggles but not too hard. "Let me go!"

"Give me the codes!" Wyatt says doing his best to sound threatening.

"Never!"

"I have ways of making you talk..." Wyatt says his voice turning into some weird accent.

At the same time, Wyatt lightens his grip on the small boy. Hunting the skinny prey is the most fun of it all. Tommy ceases the opportunity to climb up the rest of the ladder in a feverish haste. He could escape if he wants to but that would ruin the whole point of the game. Wyatt excitedly follows his buddy and enters the fort. "Ah Ah! I have you cornered now." He says, bending over to pick up some ropes on the floor.

The next instant, Wyatt jumps on his friend to secure his wrists to the ceiling of the fort. Again, Tommy does not offer a strong defense. The younger boy giggles as his thin wrists are raised one by one and tied above his head to the wooden planks. Wyatt crouches to put another piece of rope around his ankles and bound them together. He doesn’t just use one loop but several. It makes it more comfortable that way. As soon as he is done, he slips back into character. "Now give me the codes!"

"No!" Tommy whines.

"Have it your way." Wyatt says. For a second, he studies the small boy, looking so sexy in his tiny blue shorts and sports tee-shirt, all tied-up. Then his hands shoot out and start to tickle his prisoner’s stomach. Tommy giggles and squirms. His wrists and ankles strain against the restraints. Wyatt pulls 
Tommy's T-shirt up over his neck exposing his chest.

"I know what kind of torture will work on you!" Wyatt announces before pulling down Tommy’s shorts and underoos in one swift tug.

Tommy freezes at the unexpected turn of event. He glances down at his nakedness, noticing his little pecker is already up. Being outdoors in the fort, with his shorts down, seems terribly naughty but exciting.  "Someone could see us!" He warns Wyatt.

"No they can’t." The blond boy replies and kneels. Tommy’s eyes follow Wyatt’s mouth going to his balls. The older boy’s tongue comes out to lick each smooth little testicle. Then it goes up, twirling around his boner, moistening the rigid little piece of flesh.  Wyatt pinches his stiffy between two fingers and teases the head with the flat of his tongue, going all around it. All of a sudden, the mouth pounces to gobble his entire penis. Wyatt’s lips grip it tightly, moving back and forth, sucking at a sustained pace.

"Oh! Wyatt!" Tommy wails, melting from the pleasure. His short legs buckle under him. He hangs from the ceiling, naked, twitching. There is nothing else he can do. There is nothing he wants to do anyway, except savor the thrill of playing the willing victim to his pretend kidnapper.  Wyatt grabs his buttocks with both hands and starts drawing his midsection to his voracious mouth.

"Ohhh! Wyyyyattt!" Tommy wails again, tilting his head back. He is standing on the tip of his running shoes now, as if he is sucked into a black hole by his little hard dick. Wyatt keeps pulling on his butt and slamming his mouth down on his penis.  Then he feels one of Wyatt’s finger slip between his buns. The tip of the index grazes his bum hole and begins circling around it. The probe gets closer and closer to the middle, rubbing the ring of his anus, until it gently pushes into the tight opening.

"Uhhh! Uhhh! UHHHHHH!" Tommy cries out as his little balls contract. His body shudders and his wrists pull on the ropes. The intensity of the climax has him tearing up.  This time it lasts longer and is better than any of the previous ones. He freaks out a bit when Wyatt's mother calls for him. He pulls himself out of his orgasmic haze. His eyes widen as Wyatt darts out of the fort door. He can hear them talking in the distance through the slits of the fort. He tries to writhe out of his bounds but Wyatt has tied him good. A few seconds later Wyatt returns. "Your parents want you home."

"All right." Tommy says, still fully exposed. Wyatt unties him quickly and Tommy gives him a quick hug once he is dressed again. "I owe you one." He says before ducking a casual swat.

"Get out of here before we get in trouble." Wyatt says with a smile.

Chapter 4

Tommy climbs out of the fort and runs straight home. He has lost track of time and as soon as he opens the front door he can smell dinner cooking. "I'm home." he says kicking off his shoes and placing them neatly by the doorway. He passes a small Buddhist shrine before entering the hallway then the kitchen.

His dad smiles at him as he enters. "You had fun with Wyatt today?"

Tommy grins. "Yeah it is a blast! We played spy."

His mother sits down. "Did you do your homework?"

"Uh uh, before I went over." Tommy says sitting down. He always does it before he goes out. He can't wait for summer vacation when he won’t have to worry about that stuff. It is only a month away, twenty-one more days of school.

"That's good." His father says pushing back some of his dark hair.

The conversation wanders a bit as everyone shares their day. Tommy only half pays attention as he tries to plan out the rest of the week. Not that he has anything in mind. There is some school stuff, but Saturday is going to be the big day, the day of Wyatt's birthday. He freezes at that thought as he realizes he hasn't gotten Wyatt a gift yet. For his birthday last year Wyatt gave him a pretty big Lego set. He knows it was expensive in the $40 range. He only has $12.

During the next lull in the conversation he speaks. "Mom, dad I need money."

His parents both glance at each other before looking at him. "For what dear?" His mother asks.

"I need to get Wyatt a birthday present."

"And how much do you need?" His father inquires.

Tommy opens his mouth and then shuts it. Wyatt is his best friend. Wyatt has shown him what sex is. Wyatt deserves something great but he isn't sure what it is, maybe Legos or video games and a few other things to? What in particular to get him, he isn't sure. "I don't know, I just need money."

His dad smiles warmly. "I'm sure he will like whatever you get him."
Tommy looks down at his plate. Wyatt would pretend to like anything he gave him. He wants him to really like it though. "Can I do anything for you?" he asks. His parents never give him money. He always has to earn it.

"Well I suppose I could use some help at the office. Let's say three dollars an hour. How many hours would you like to work?" His father asks.
Tommy gives it some thought. "I don't know."

The next day his dad picks him up from school and takes him to his office. His father is an accountant, a forensic accountant which sounds cool because it sounds like it has something to do with the police, but doesn't. For about three hours Tommy cleans around the office and licks envelopes. He has learned working for his dad is easier than working for his mom and a lot of the time he doesn't really have anything to do. He has time to daydream and he thinks of Wyatt and his mouth. He has truly enjoyed being tied-up and definitely wants to do that again. More so he also thinks of sucking Wyatt off. His dad lets him do his homework and doesn't subtract that time from his work. On the ride home his father asks him if he has earned enough and he just says no.

For the next four days, Tommy only sees Wyatt occasionally. One of the friends would slip over to the other’s house to play video games after he gets home. They don't have time to slip away and do anything. That is how it goes until Friday. He has $48 and his dad takes him to Toys "R" Us.

He walks up and down the aisles, money clenched in his hand, looking at all the stuff. Everything he looks at, he finds flaws with. After a while his father calls him over.  "You never stress out like this. What's going on up here?" He says pushing his finger against Tommy's forehead.

"I want to get Wyatt something special. Something he will really like." 

Tommy says.

"I understand. Wyatt is your best friend isn't he?"

Tommy nods.

"Kind of like a big brother?" His father asks.

Tommy hesitates and then nods again.

"Why don't you get him something you can use together? I know he likes spending time with you."

Tommy thinks about that. Something they could do together. There are video games of course but he doesn't have enough money for that, at least not for a new one. Then the idea hits him. He quickly walks to the electronics section. They have Walkie-Talkies there for about $30. He finds a pair with a range of 5 miles. That’s it.

The next day at ten o'clock Tommy walks over to Wyatt's and knocks on the door. Wyatt's mom opens it and let him in. The family room has been decorated with a few balloons and some letters saying ‘H-A-P-P-Y   B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y’. Wyatt is just sitting there watching TV. Tommy assumes he is just early.

Last year Tommy's birthday party was fantastic. Tommy usually had two birthday parties one for friends and one for family.  All his friends from school were there and Wyatt came for the very first time. He was thrilled to show off Wyatt. He was the only one who actually had an older friend. Not a babysitter or a cousin of some sort but a real friend.

Wyatt smiles as he looks over to see Tommy. "Hey, glad you could make it."

Tommy sits next to Wyatt. "When's everyone else getting here?"

Wyatt shrugs. "Dunno."

Tommy doesn't think Wyatt sounds very excited. Maybe this is something that happens when you get older.  His mother doesn't like celebrating hers.
Around 10:30 there is another knock on the door and this time it is two of Wyatt's cousins. Tommy sort of remembers meeting them once before. They are both older, fourteen and fifteen. He can't remember their names and aside from wishing Wyatt a happy birthday they just sit down and watch TV with them. At 11 o'clock another person shows up. Wyatt seems to know him but Tommy has never met him before. Again the new boy just sits down and watches TV with them. Tommy spent many mornings with Wyatt watching cartoons but this is supposed to be a birthday party. Maybe it hasn't really started yet, he thinks?

After the TV show ends Wyatt's mother comes down and suggests they play video games. With five people there they have a little competition. Tommy gets eliminated quickly and so does Wyatt. They just sit and watch the others play.

"Wyatt, when does your birthday party begin?"

Wyatt glances at him. "This is it."

Tommy looks around the room. Wyatt's two cousins are named Robert and Alex. The third boy is named Rodrigo. From what Tommy has determined he is the son of a friend of Wyatt's parents. "Where are your friends?"

Robert the older of the two cousins overhears the comment. "Wyatt isn't exactly popular."

Tommy looks over at Wyatt who looks away. "You're so cool though." Tommy says.

Robert hands the controller over to Rodrigo. "Little guy, think about it. You are his friend right? If you hang out with him, that’s cool for you because he's older. From his point of view though, he’s just hanging out with a little kid."

"Shut up Robert." Wyatt hisses.

Robert raises his hands. "Hey, I'm just explaining it to the kid. It's your own fault for not being popular you know. You're always so quiet."

Wyatt doesn't say anything to that, but Tommy fees the urge to stand up for his friend. He gets on his feet and for the first time in a very long time deliberately puts aside all of his manners. "You shut up. Wyatt is awesome! And my name is Tommy not kid!"

"Looks like your little boyfriend is standing up for you, Wyatt!" Robert snickers.

Before Tommy can figure out a retort, Wyatt stands up and walks out of the room. Tommy stands there for a second confused and unsure what to do. Robert has watched Wyatt leave the room, but made no move to follow. Eventually Tommy realizes he doesn't want to be there and follows after his friend.

Wyatt's bedroom door is ajar and Tommy lets himself in. His blond friend is lying on his bed staring up at the ceiling, a small squishy ball in his hand.

"I really hate Robert." Wyatt announces.

Tommy isn't sure what to say. "He's not nice."

Wyatt makes a sound of agreement, "Me too."

Tommy stands there watching Wyatt toss the ball into the air and catch it. "I think you're cool."

Wyatt catches the ball and sits up. He looks over and smiles. "Thanks."

"My friends think you're cool too." Tommy says before remembering what
Robert said about it being uncool to be friends with someone younger. 

Tommy looks down and kicks the carpet. "Don't you have friends your age at school?" he asks.

"No." Wyatt answers. There are a few seconds of silence before he adds. 

"It's complicated."

Tommy swings his arms back and forth not sure what to do. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?"

Tommy shrugs. "I don't know." He hesitates and adds. "I think you're cool."

"Thanks." Wyatt waits a few more seconds. "We should go back to the party."

Tommy nods not really wanting to go. It would be more fun if it was just 
Wyatt and him.

The rest of the party goes a little better. Robert feels bad for upsetting Wyatt and talks a little more to him. Rodrigo doesn't look like he’s enjoying being there but he is nice enough. He has also brought a pretty good present, a Lego set. They sing happy birthday and eat cake. Then Wyatt opens the rest of his presents. After that they play a few games that are more like party games and then people start to go home. It isn't a great day.

Chapter 5

It is pouring Monday afternoon. Wyatt runs from the bus stop, leaps over a puddle and climbs up the stairs. Just as he gets the door open, he hears a splash from behind and turns to see Tommy who has been right behind him. Obviously, the younger boy has not seen the puddle. One side of his blue jeans is soaked. Wyatt walks inside and waits for Tommy to follow him. He chuckled glancing at his buddy’s jeans where they are soaked.

"Take them off." He says putting his backpack down.

Tommy takes off his shoes and removes his pants. One sock is soaked too so he takes it off and because it is stupid to wear only one sock, he takes the other one off. Wyatt grabs Tommy's pants and socks. He drapes them upstairs in the shower so they can drip dry. Tommy follows the blond boy wearing only in his underwear and T-shirt.

"You know your shirt is pretty wet too." Wyatt says.

Tommy looks down at his shirt. For a second he is about to say it is okay but then his mind catches up. "You're right." He says pealing the shirt off and handing it over. Standing there in his tight white undies, he shifts back and forth on his bare feet.

"Is your underwear wet?" Wyatt asks.

Tommy covers his mouth to conceal a giggle. "Maybe," he says. "Your shirt looks wet too!"

Wyatt pulls his shirt off and holds it in his hand. Tommy drops his underwear and crosses his arms making no attempt to hide his genitals. Smiling, Wyatt swats him with the shirt sending Tommy into a fit of laughter as he tries to dodge it. They run out of the bathroom. Tommy is butt naked and Wyatt is right behind him swatting at him.

The little Vietnamese boy races into Wyatt’s bedroom, giddy from the improvised game. Wyatt watches his naked buddy clamber amidst the mess of pillows and linen on his unmade bed. He jumps on Tommy’s back pinning him down flat on the mattress.  "Your mother should punish you for getting your clothes all wet!" He says. Without giving it much thought, he raises his hand and brings it down, delivering a few smacks on the small buttocks of his friend.

"Aoooww!" Tommy whines. "My mother never spanks me!"

"Maybe she should. You’re a very naughty boy." Wyatt says with a smile.

"Am not!" Tommy defends himself.

Wyatt rolls on his flank and lets the palm of his hand roam on the back of Tommy’s leg. He caresses the soft skin and moves up to do the same to the perky buns where a light blush has appeared from his playful spanking. For a while, they stay quiet. Wyatt continues to rub the two buns. At times, he kneads them to feel how firm they are. His dick is hard as he studies the younger boy. Tommy’s skin glows with a slight bronze hue except for his small ass which is pale. The two globes have dimples on the side and are so skinny that the crack doesn’t hide his tiny anus.

Stretched silently on his stomach, Tommy breathes softly while his blond friend massages his butt.  "I like it when you do that." He reveals.

"Did you like it when I touched your butthole the last time?" Wyatt asks.

"Uh-uh." Tommy says.

Wyatt pursues his manipulations. This time using his fingertips to caress Tommy’s balls resting on the mattress between his spread thighs. Then with his index, Wyatt traces a line in the middle, going up in the furrow.  As he reaches the tiny puckered orifice, he wets his fingertip. Making circles around the pink indentation, he gently rubs the tight ring, watching it contract and relax.

"It tickles a bit." Tommy says.

But Wyatt doesn’t hear it. He is focusing on something else, thinking about how it would feel like to have butt sex with Tommy, wondering if his nine-year-old buddy would like it too if he put his dick inside him. After all, his boner isn’t that big. Suddenly, the idea seems very bad and makes him nervous. He shakes his head, coming out of his thoughts. "Do you want to borrow a shirt?" he asks.

Tommy shifts on the bed and sits cross-legged. "Okay. What do you want to do now?"

"How ‘bout play Legos?" Wyatt offers as he opens his closet and fishes out the biggest shirt he has. It is a football jersey his grandmother has bought him for his birthday. When Tommy puts it on it only comes down to mid thighs. Tommy doesn't ask for anything else and Wyatt doesn't offer more clothing finding his little friend sexy that way.

Instead, Wyatt takes out the large bin of Legos and they both start working on projects. They talk about their day. Tommy is building a fort. He has to keep moving around to add different pieces. As he does, Wyatt catches glimpses of his butt and balls. It distracts him again and again from his own pyramid project.

At one point, when Tommy is on his hands and knees working on something for the lower level of the castle, Wyatt puts his pyramid aside and rolls over. He gently lifts away the jersey fully exposing Tommy's butt.
"What's up with you and my butt today?" Tommy asks turning his head around but not moving to conceal himself.

Wyatt smiles nervously and sits back. "I like your butt. It's cute."

Tommy wiggles it back and forth before sitting up and turning his attention towards the top of his castle. "That's funny, a butt being cute."

Wyatt smiles weakly and sits leaning his back against the bed. "Tommy, I'm gay. You know that right?"

Tommy doesn't answer at first. He just continues to work on his castle. 

"Yeah I know."

"You know the difference between boys and girls right?" Wyatt asks.

"Boys have penises girls have slits. When a boy likes a boy that's gay. 

When a girl likes a girl that's lesbian."

Wyatt lets out a sigh. "Okay but maybe we shouldn't do that stuff anymore."

Tommy shoots him a look. "Why? I like it."

Wyatt opens his mouth and then shuts it. "All right." He lets it drop.
Fifteen minutes later, Wyatt hears the front door open and as usual his mother comes to check up on him. She glances at Tommy briefly. His bare legs are spread out in front of him, the jersey just covering his boy bits. 

"What happened with Tommy’s clothes?"

"It got wet." Tommy says.

"I'm letting it dry in the bathroom." Wyatt adds.

His mother nods accepting that. As soon as she leaves and shuts the door, Wyatt looks over at Tommy who is smiling at him. Then very slowly and very deliberately the small boy pulls on the jersey as he spread his legs. Wyatt grins, unable to keep his eyes off of Tommy's boy bits. At times Tommy covers himself back up and he can’t help but feel a little guilty.

Later that night Wyatt lays in his bed pondering about the stuff he has done earlier that day on the very spot. He had enjoyed it.  He remembers playing with Tommy's butt and how the boy had not objected. Tommy had let him do everything he wanted to do. Tommy trusted him completely.

He likes that feeling but it is also the cause of his worries. Tommy isn't gay. The chances of the two of them both being gay are so small. Wyatt has never met another gay boy his age. When he was Tommy's age, he had sort of suspected another boy in his class was. He could remember the other boy eyeing other boys, how he looked at their legs and chest when they were swimming. Tommy doesn't do that.

He could keep pushing and pushing until his little friend pushed back. A straight boy must have his limits? When he would reach them what would happen? Would Tommy tell? That is unlikely he thinks. Tommy would probably just stop coming around. That thought worries Wyatt more than anything else. Despite all the joys of sucking dick, it still didn't compare to having someone to be with, someone to build Legos projects together. He resolves not to instigate anything with Tommy. They would just go back to just being friends.

"Wyatt, you there? Over."

The crackling of the Walkie-Talkie startles Wyatt. He scrambles towards the nightstand and grabs the radio on it. "I'm here Tommy, over."

His eyes go to the time. It is fairly late.

"I had a lot of fun today, over."

Wyatt smiles, "I did to. Shouldn't you be in bed? Over."

There is a longer pause before Tommy comes back. "I couldn't sleep." 

There are several seconds of silence. "I have a question, over."

Wyatt closes his eyes, scared of what is going to happen next. "What is it? Over."

"Well, um tomorrow if you're not too busy. Do you think maybe you could tie me up? Over."

Wyatt places the radio against his head for a few seconds. He has tied Tommy up before for fun, but he is pretty sure his buddy isn't referring to one of those. He remembers his earlier promise and how short-lived it seems to be. "Sure, if you want, over."

"Great!" Tommy comes back instantly. "I'll see you tomorrow. Good night!"

"Good night." Wyatt says.

Chapter 6

Tommy sat in the cafeteria with his friends. A constant dull roar of noise surrounds him. It is easy to zone out and Tommy is doing just that when he feels the tapping on his shoulder. "What?"

"You there Tommy?" RJ asks.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." He says with a sheepish smile.
RJ pushes back some of his long blond hair out of his eyes. "Do you want to go camping with me this weekend?"

"Yeah that could be fun, but I have to ask my parents…"

After he speaks, a twinge of guilt lingers in his heart. It isn't something he would've experience before. But now he wonders who will Wyatt hang out with if he goes away for the weekend? Looking down at his tray of food, he ponders the question for a second then says, "I have to go to the bathroom. Don't eat my stuff!"

Making his way up the hallway, he hurries to reach the boys’ facilities. The second the door closes behind him the noise level drops to almost nothing. The difference is so noticeable that it feels weird. As he lowers his bare butt on the toilet seat his thoughts drift to Wyatt. He has gone camping before and it is always fun. However, it means leaving his friend behind. He wishes Wyatt had other friends to play with, as long as he remains his best.

Finishing up, he wipes and stands to pull up his pants. Catching a glimpse of his limp penis, he remembers the day before when he has pulled up the jersey Wyatt lent him. It was a spur of the moment thing but he liked how Wyatt stared at him. How the older boy looked intently at his exposed crotch with an intense longing in his eyes.

This made him think of one other thing. He grabs a square of toilet paper and wraps it over his finger before sliding it between his butt cheeks. The slight pressure he applies against his bottom hole reminds him of when Wyatt did the same thing in the fort. He liked it then. It feels different now. There isn't the same thrill. Perhaps, it is like masturbating; when someone else does it, it’s just better.

Dropping the piece of toilet paper in the bowl, he pulls up his pants and flushes. Washing his hands thoroughly, he makes his way back to the cafeteria only to find that his tray was pillaged. He probably would've done the same thing if one of his friends left it unattended.  Without warning, he reaches over and picks up a fish stick off of Donald's tray. It is a risky move. If one of the attendants sees him he will get in trouble. But they did not exactly protect his tray…

For a while, Tommy chats with his schoolmates about nothing in particular until his thoughts turn into fantasies. RJ has long straw-colored hair that constantly get in his eyes like Wyatt’s. He often studies the blond boy. For the first time Tommy wonders what he would look like naked? RJ is a slim and tanned athletic boy. Even though, they are both nine-years-old, he pictures RJ’s penis slightly bigger than his, also his testicles, which are surely a big white pair dangling underneath it. The contrast of RJ’s exposed midsection against the rest of his tanned body flashes in Tommy’s mind. Then he sees the boy jerking off, tugging on his boner and moaning, grimacing from the pleasure until he gets relief.

Then there is Donald. The kid is on the pale side with light brown hair. He remembers a time when they wrestled together. Donald’s foot landed on Tommy's chest. Then Donald briefly shoved his toes into Tommy's mouth. He wonders what Donald would have done if he’d started sucking his toes?  Maybe, he would’ve said, ‘Don’t suck my toes, suck my dick!’ And they would have taken turns kissing their little hard-ons and putting them in their mouths.

Charles and Alex are best friends. There is a head difference in their heights. Charles is a little chubby. Tommy wonders if they do sexy things together. Maybe, Alex plays with Charles’ plump butt like Wyatt did to him? Maybe, he slaps it and sticks his finger inside his butt hole?

Belatedly Tommy realizes his penis is getting hard. Up until now it only got stiff either in the morning, with Wyatt around or when he wanted. As his friends go to put away their trays he remains seated unsure what to do. With a discreet gesture, he tries to adjust the bulge in his pants. At first, he tries to put it so it lines up with his leg but his undies are loose. Instead he swirls it up and tucks it under the waistband. That feels better. He has to hurry to finish dumping his tray and catch up with his friend.

At the end of the day, Tommy rushes to do his homework and have his mom check it. He is off immediately after that. His parents warned him about the going over to Wyatt’s house too frequently. Wyatt never turned him away though, not once. That day is no different. The blond boy opens the door and Tommy flies inside, kicking off his shoes before he glances back. "Are you done with your homework?"

"Almost, I can finish later." Wyatt says.

"Can we play… you know?"

Wyatt smiles slyly at his little Vietnamese buddy. "You’re eager!"

"Yep."

"Well you’re overdressed!"

With that, they race to Wyatt’s bedroom. There, Tommy shucks his clothes off, pulling on his socks and removing his shirt and pants. He bounces naked on the bed and waits. Meanwhile, Wyatt crouches in front of the closet to remove the shoelaces from his sneakers. He approaches the bed and silently goes to work.

Tommy watches the older boy tie his ankles together. Then his arms are pulled so that each wrist can be secured to the headboard. Wyatt is good with knots. He makes sure all of his bonds are good and tight. Tommy squirms around, but there is no way he can get out of that set up. With his arms stretched above his head, he looks down at his nude body excitedly. 

"So Tommy, I'm beginning to think you really like being tied-up the way you have a boner already and I haven't even touched anywhere. And this isn't the first time I've seen you get hard just from being tied-up." Wyatt says.

Tommy blushes, keeping to himself how much he gets off on being tied-up.

 "So, shall we get started?" Wyatt says.

"Yes, do stuff to me!" Tommy exclaims.

Wyatt grins, fuelled by his buddy’s enthusiasm. He climbs on the bed and straddles the short legs he has perfectly tied together. With the tip of his index finger, he traces circles around Tommy’s tiny nipples. They are both hard. Each time he grazes the tiny buds, Tommy squirms and giggles. More so as he leans his blond head and begins to nibble the nipples.

"It tickles!" Tommy squeals.

Wyatt gives no attention to his friend’s complaint. He runs his fingertips over the little boy letting them gently brush his skin which sends shivers throughout his young body. Tommy is smiling and biting his lower lip seductively which just encourages Wyatt more.  So his hands race over to the smooth armpits.  He tickles the little boy, watching him squirm and laugh as his body wriggle between his thighs.

"Wyatt, stop! It tickles! STOP!" Tommy screams.

But Wyatt has too much fun torturing his young buddy. After all, he is the one who wanted to be tied-up in the first place.  The more he revels in the sensations of touching the soft copper skin of the Vietnamese boy, the more his dick hardens in his pants. And he continues for a while, tickling Tommy everywhere, examining him lose his breath as he fights against his bonds and squeals, "Wyatt, STOP! It tickles too much! QUIT IT!"

"You didn’t say the magic word!"

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!"

"Okay," Wyatt says, ending the tickle attack. He scoots back on the boy's legs just above his bare feet and then leans forward. With his lips on the boy's flat stomach, he creates a seal and blows air out his mouth giving the boy a raspberry. Tommy laughs and squirms some more.  Wyatt can’t hold back anymore what he’s been yearning to do. He kisses his young’s friend crotch all around his naughty parts, gradually coming in closer, kissing his balls and his throbbing little pecker. At once, he starts going down on him.

Tommy feels his legs stiffen right away as the pleasure of Wyatt’s sucking mouth washes over his body. The blond boy ‘s lips clench around his little member, going up and down, bouncing on his bald groin. "Ughhhh! Uggghhh!" He whines. The urge to slow things down instinctively makes him want to grab Wyatt’s bobbing head. Forgetting he is tied up, his wrists hurt as he pulls them away from the headboard only to be denied any possibility of action. Just as he feels the impending orgasm about to detonate, Wyatt ceases to suck him. The older boy just licks his wet little boner gently.

"Don’t stop now! Go on, pleeeze!" He protests.

"Nope." Wyatt peeps, continuing to lick slower and slower.  "Maybe, I’m gonna leave you like this for a while…an hour?"

"No! You can’t do that!" Tommy snaps back with tears moistening his eyes.  "I need to cum! Take the shoelaces off! "

"I’m leaving now" Wyatt says, getting off the bed and smiling at the distress of his friend. He has never seen him so excited and upset.  Still, he goes on with his plan, slowly taking off his tee-shirt, then undressing even more sluggishly while his captive friend squirms with his little dick hard.

"Faster! Come back!" Tommy whines.

Completely naked, Wyatt returns to the bed. This time he straddles the little boy’s face until his smooth balls are dangling above his button nose.

Tommy breathes a sigh of relief. He knows what he has to do as he looks up at Wyatt’s genitals in full view. He raises his neck and manages to capture the boner in the grip of his lips. Right away, he begins sucking Wyatt’s erection. While he slurps on the rigid little piece of flesh, he feels his buddy’s mouth gobble up his own stiffy. This is so nice! They are doing it at the same time!

He can barely concentrate on sucking Wyatt’s penis as the pleasure intensifies. But pretty soon, they are in sync, sucking each other with an equal fervour. Wyatt is shoving it his mouth but he doesn’t mind. Suddenly, he fears Wyatt’s parents might come back home and find him, tied-up and naked, with a boner and a naked boy on top of him! They have been playing for a while now. The terrifying thought of getting caught that way has him sucking faster.  His ears fill up with the slurping sounds and moans from their intense sucking. He feels it coming, fast. The next second, his body twitches as he climaxes in Wyatt’s mouth. His buttocks clench and his mind melts as the lips gently suckle his penis until all the good tingles disappear.

"I’m almost there." Wyatt then declares, glancing between his thighs at the face of Tommy. "Suck it. Ohhhh yeahhh, that’s sooo good... yeah suck it, Tommy! Uhhhhh! UHHHH!"

Feeling Wyatt’s erection vibrate in his mouth delights Tommy. The older boy keeps it there until it begins to soften a bit.

After it is all over, Wyatt jumps off the bed with a smile of content on his lips. "That’s hot! Did you like it?" he asks, untying the knots of the shoelaces.

"Yes. I didn’t know we could do that!" Tommy says, wondering what else they could do. When he gets back the use of his arms, he glances at his wrists. He thought with all of his writhing they would have marks on them. But aside from a little redness the skin is fine. As his ankles are freed he sits up and swings his feet off the bed. Staying naked, he watches Wyatt get dressed.

"Wyatt, can I ask you a few things?"

"Yeah, since when do you ask to ask?"

Tommy smiles, "Well, I got hard at school and I wasn't playing with it. Why did that happen?"

Wyatt pulls his pants up. "It can happen. Sometimes your little thing can have a mind of its own. Just try to slip it up under your waistband."

Tommy nods already having figured that out. Starting to feel a little self-conscious about being naked, he slips off the bed and moves towards the pile of clothes he has shed. "Well, yeah." Tommy quickly gets dressed feeling guilty for some reason. When he is fully clothed he continues. "I was thinking about some things."

Wyatt gives him a long look before answering. "What sort of things?"
Tommy rubs his barefoot against the carpet. The feeling is nice sort of ticklish. "Well, I was with some friends and started thinking about them. About doing stuff with them like you and I do." He stops and then quickly adds. "I was thinking about you too."

"I see." Wyatt says. "Well, if you think about stuff like that, you might get hard."

Tommy nods. He has figured that out too. Why is he telling him any of this? He fiddles with the door handle absentmindedly until the thought occurs to him. "I think I'm gay. Like you."

"I don't think so." Wyatt immediately answers.

Tommy looks up, surprised at Wyatt's answer. "I'm not?"

Wyatt shifts uncomfortably. "You don't want to be gay. Not everyone likes gays. They make fun of them. You have to keep it a secret. You don't like keeping secrets Tommy."

Tommy raises his head a little offended. "Nobody knows about this."

Wyatt gives him a bit of a look. "Yeah, but I know. It's our secret not your secret."

Tommy isn't sure about that. "When you play with my butt, is that a gay thing?"

Wyatt waits a while figuring out how much to say. He has never lied to Tommy, not about important stuff. He was a bit evasive on some things. He likes the word evasive. Not the whole truth. It is convenient when dealing with parents particularly or someone as strict as his mother.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." He answers.

"I like it." Tommy says. "I like when you play with it," he blushes but continues on.  "Even when you spank it." He says biting his lower lip having not really realized that himself until now. He isn't sure how Wyatt feels about that.

Wyatt just stands there and shrugs. "That's just normal. You like the way it feels. There's more to being gay than just the physical stuff."

"Like what?"

"It’s like when a boy has a girlfriend."

"Someone in my class has one." Tommy counters.

"Tommy, drop it." Wyatt says his voice rising.

"Why?" Tommy demands crossing his arms.

"Because I don't want you to be gay!"

"Why!"

"Because! Because-" Wyatt doesn't finish. He sits down on the bed, buries his head in his hands and lets out a sob.

To Tommy the sight of his friend sobbing is a physical blow, like getting punched in the stomach. He stands there for a few seconds watching Wyatt cry. He has never seen his friend that way and it makes him feel sick. Before he knows what he is doing, he runs up to the bed and wraps his arms around Wyatt. It is difficult because he is smaller and Wyatt is in a weird position. He starts to feel himself tear up when Wyatt responds by wrapping him up in his arms and then they are hugging.

He isn't sure how much time passes when they stop crying. Even more time passes before Wyatt speaks.

"Tommy, you're my friend. You don't have to be gay for me."
At first he is unsure what to say and just gets closer to Wyatt. "I like you."

"You're a very good friend." Wyatt says.

Tommy squeezes in a little closer wanting to feel contact. "Is being gay that bad?"

Wyatt hesitates. "I think so."

He hesitates. "I guess I should find out if I am or not."

"I really hope you're not." Wyatt says.

Tommy nods. If Wyatt is this worried maybe it is bad. However, he knows that if Wyatt is really gay, it can't be that bad.

Chapter 7

Wyatt stares dead ahead while he places the various items on the counter of the pharmacy. He avoids looking at the cashier and sincerely hopes that she is functioning on autopilot. On the counter are two bags of gummy bears, a soda can and anal lubricant. The cashier starts to scan the products but hesitates when she grabs the last item. For what seems like forever Wyatt sweats thinking she is on the verge of saying that she cannot sell it to him when he hears the item beep and his total announced.

Paying without saying a word Wyatt leaves the store. Only then his face feels red. He walks across the mall to the store where his mom is looking at some greeting cards. She looks up as he approaches. "Did you get the gummy bears?"

"Yes."

She gives him a second glance. "Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed."

"I think they didn't have the air-conditioning working."

This excuse makes little sense to Wyatt, but his mother ignores it and picks out a graduation card. "Do you think we should get one for your cousin too?"

"I don't care, mom." Wyatt says, desperately wanting to leave. He keeps thinking of the last Thursday when Tommy asked him, "Can I see your phone?"

They were sitting outside dripping wet from frolicking in the pool. Wyatt remembers turning slowly seeing his phone and saying, "Dry your hands", before he wiped his own hands on the towel and handed the device over.

Tommy pushed his chair back into the shadow of the umbrella. Wyatt didn't give Tommy’s request much thought. The younger boy wanted a smart phone but his parents had firmly told him he would not get one until he is at least twelve. That had never stopped him from messing around on his though. As the minutes stretched on and Wyatt didn't hear the sound of any of the games going on, he pushed himself up out of his chair and walked around the table to see what Tommy was doing.

The little Vietnamese boy was just staring at the phone and Wyatt froze at what he saw. On the small screen two naked men were doing it, one of them had his big dick buried up the other’s ass. Wyatt quickly snatched the phone away. "What the hell!"

Tommy twisted around in the seat. "Hey!"

Wyatt looked around quickly. His mom usually kept an eye on them when they were in the pool but now that they were out of the water she wasn't staring at them through any of the windows. "You can't be looking at that stuff!" Wyatt hissed.

"Do you want to do that?" Tommy asked.

Wyatt opened his mouth but as he looked down at his friend, he noticed a distinct bulge in Tommy’s swimming trunks. Obviously, Tommy had liked what he saw.  "Maybe," he said. "How did you find that anyways?" It wasn't that he had not looked at that sort of thing, but he had always thought he covered his tracks.

"I typed gay butt in google."

Wyatt ducked his head and let out a snort. Yeah, he guessed it was that easy. Tommy's computer had software on it that blocked that sort of thing. His parents however never seemed to care what site he visited.

"So, is that something you want to do with me?" Tommy asked again.

"Maybe, yeah."

Tommy laughed. "Maybe yeah!" He echoed. He waited a few seconds and sat against the back of his chair looking up at Wyatt. "You can. It looks like fun."

 "That stuff isn't real." Wyatt said. He actually wasn't sure if Tommy had been looking at some amateur stuff or professional.

"It looked real." Tommy countered.

"Everything looks real." Wyatt said. "There's like more to it, I don't know all. Your butt is small and I don't want to hurt you."

Tommy looked down at himself for a few seconds. "You can learn anything on the Internet. Look it up."

Wyatt hesitated and then looked down at Tommy's body. "It can hurt."
Tommy pushed himself further into the chair. "If it hurts, you will stop."
The words weren't a command or a warning. They were just a simple statement of fact. Tommy absolutely believed that he would never purposely hurt him. He was reminding Wyatt of that. That was at least what Wyatt heard.

"I have to do my homework and I'll be gone Friday to Saturday camping so I won't see you till at least Sunday maybe Monday. We can do it then?"
Those were the words that lingered on Wyatt’s mind as he left the mall with his mom. As soon as they arrive home, he rushes inside throwing the spare bag of gummy bears into the cabinet and quickly pocketing the lubricant. Crumpling up the receipt he tosses it in the garbage just as his mother comes inside.

"Well I hope you enjoy your gummy bears."

"They will help me study." Wyatt says. "Thanks for taking me to get some."

"Any time," his mother hesitates. "Well, when I can."

Wyatt smiles at his mom. She really is great. He does feel a bit bad for lying to her but it isn't like he didn’t want gummy bears for real. Taking the opened bag he goes upstairs to study his personal research project.  Anal sex for beginners and anal sex with a small partner has just been the beginning of his search terms. He is determined to make this good for Tommy.

The funny thing is for as long as Wyatt has known he is gay, he’s never consciously thought about butt sex. The first time he has ever had a crush on a boy he was ten-years-old. It was on his best pal at the time. Their feelings went from friendship to something more. Wyatt remembers wanting to grind his crotch into his friend’s butt. Even then, he knew how wrong it is. Boys didn't think about things like that. And his urges caused the end of all his friendships.

That is when he started looking at porn on the internet. It had sort of started out as a way to find a meaning for his desires. He wanted to understand. In a strange way, porn helped to show him what he wanted. It also hurt because he knew he could never find another boy to do it. There was a chance there might be other gay kids in his class, but the chances of them finding out about each other seemed infinitely small. He lost interest in porn but occasionally jerked off to a video.

His fantasies were much more exciting.  He browsed his yearbook and just got hard looking at the pictures. He also consulted advertisements from the newspapers and used the models to feed his imagination. In his imagination, he was fearless. In reality, he could barely talk to his classmates. Tommy never once appeared in his dirty thoughts back then. He considered Tommy cute but not jerk-off material.

Wyatt jumps on his bed and lands on his back. For a moment he just stares at the ceiling. After a few minutes he takes out the lubricant. It comes in a little box. The container inside is squeezable. 6.5 ounces is a lot of gooey stuff.

As much he wants to go all the way with Tommy, he feels bad. He can't deny he wants it and it hurts more. A sinking feeling of disgust overwhelms him. He tosses the lubricant then rolls over onto his stomach to bury his head in his arms. An hour later, he is startled awake, not remembering falling asleep. He slowly sits up and wipes his eyes. The noise resounds again. The Walkie-Talkie’s crackling static stirs him fully awake.

"Wyatt, are you there? Over. "

Wyatt glances over at the clock. It is 4:47. Crawling across his bed he reaches the nightstand and grabs the radio. "What's up Tommy? Guess you’re back, over."

"Yeah, I just got back from camping a few minutes ago. My parents are taking me out to dinner. Can you come over really quick there's something I want to show you, over."

Wyatt is tempted to say he is too busy, but lying to Tommy isn't exactly easy. "Yeah, I'm on my way, over."

Making his way to his friend’s front door, he sees it open by Tommy’s father. Tommy is standing right behind him, a grin from ear to ear splitting his face.

"Come on, come on!" Tommy says hopping up and down.

"I'm here." Wyatt answers.

Tommy quickly walks back to his room. There is of course no running in the house when his mother and father are there. Wyatt's longer strides easily allow him to catch up. Tommy pushes open his bedroom door and leaps inside. "We found a bunch of them. They're so cool!"

Wyatt steps inside and looks down at what his friend is pointing at. It is a bunch of fossils, seashells. One rock looks like it has about twenty or so inside it. There is also one large rock with some that have been broken up.

"Fossils, cool."

"Yeah, you can touch them if you want." Tommy says.

Wyatt kneels down as Tommy launches into the story of how they were discovered. They have apparently just been sitting there in a tiny little treasure trove. Wyatt listens and smiles. Slowly his attention turns away from the fossils to Tommy. Tommy shuts up when he sees Wyatt staring at him.

Wyatt would never be sure why he did it. Maybe he had bottled it up for too long or maybe it was the fact that the second Tommy found something cool the first thing he wanted to do is share it with Wyatt. Whatever his reasons he leans forward and places his lips against Tommy's.

It starts out as a quick peck but as he slowly pulls away Tommy grabs his shoulders and mashes their faces together. It is both their first kiss and that memory will be etched into their minds forever.

When it ends they just sit back and stare at each other for a few seconds. The knock at the door makes them jump out of their skins. Tommy's mother comes in the room. "All right Tommy, we gotta get going. Sorry Wyatt."
Wyatt smiles, "It's fine. Cool fossils Tommy."

Chapter 8

Tommy really liked kissing. Being kissed by Wyatt the first time was the cherry on top of an already great weekend. He enjoyed going camping into the woods with his friends. Sleeping in tents and the fact that the adults' main interest was keeping them alive rather than stopping them from doing fun stuff was a lot of fun. But Wyatt’s kiss was the best. He kissed his mother before bed and his dad sometimes but those were entirely different.

The memory of the intimate lip lock is something he thinks of a lot the next week. It is the end of school which means his mother is doubly tough on him, pestering him to work harder. He always gets frustrated when his mother makes him study too much. The worst part is she doesn't even care about his grades as much as she cares about him learning to study. He thinks that is stupid. He just wants to go hang out with his friends and of course kiss Wyatt again. With his mother snooping around, the only chance he gets to see Wyatt is Wednesday after dinner. They get to play video games but no a long time. Thursday is the day of his big test. It lasts an hour and then it is over. He doesn't know why it is such a big deal. It was easy.

The rest of the day is mostly a blur of free time. He hangs out with his friends and talks about his upcoming birthday. Really all he wants to do is go home because his mother won't be there today. He is going to get it up the butt! He is getting excited just thinking about that.

The bus ride home seems to take an eternity. Tommy can't even concentrate on the conversation he is having with RJ. When the bus stops, he is the first out the door and stands there waiting, bouncing on his heels as several other students come out of the bus making their way to their houses. Wyatt is the last one off.

"You know my mother's home today?" Wyatt says.

Tommy screws up his face having forgotten that. "We’ll say my mother's home and you’re coming over to play video games."

"You want me to lie?"

Tommy’s eyes widen. He hasn't thought of that. There is a big difference between keeping a secret and lying. One is wrong the other isn't. "Can we, you know we won’t be alone at your place." Tommy says.

Wyatt is quiet for a few seconds. "I'll just say you went home and I want to hang out with you, we’ll let her draw her own conclusions."

Tommy giggles uncontrollably.  "Okay."

"I'll be over in a bit."

"Okay but hurry!" Tommy says as he turns and runs towards his house.
His mother didn’t think he was old enough to carry a key to the house but Tommy knows where the spare one is outback. He lets himself into his own house and hangs his backpack on the rack. He has no intention of touching that thing until school starts again. Kicking off his shoes, he runs to his bedroom before remembering he is a little thirsty. He races down to the kitchen and drinks some orange juice, utterly consumed by excitement and unable to concentrate as to where to direct it. He runs back to his room and quickly strips down. He is going to answer the door naked. Wyatt will like that.

A moment later, his blond buddy knocks out front. He giggles opening the door naked as the day he was born. This is so naughty!

"Okay I brought-" Wyatt starts to say and stops abruptly seeing the little Vietnamese boy buck naked.

Tommy giggles again and races away up the stairs. Wyatt gives chase, his eyes on the cute little buns of his friend. They are small and paler than the rest of his skin. "You’re nuts!" he says as they both burst into the bedroom.

Tommy sits on his bed with a grand smile. "I thought you’d like that!"

"I brought this." Wyatt announces, fishing out a small bottle out of his pocket that says ‘Personal lubricant’ on it.

"What’s it for?" The younger boy asks.

"It makes things slippery," Wyatt says. "Here, stand up for a sec."

Tommy rises on his bare feet facing his buddy with his little prick sticking straight out in front of him.  Wyatt grabs his hips and swings him around.  The next second he hears him squirt some of the lubricant and suddenly feels his hand slide up his crack. The hand slides up and down his butt crack spreading the oily stuff all over.  Then he feels Wyatt’s finger against his hole. A surge of tingles travel up his back as it slips into his anus.  It slides easily inside him and he moans in approval. As the finger pulls out, he squeezes his hole around it hard, wanting to keep it in there.  Eventually, he relaxes and lets Wyatt take it out.  Immediately, it goes back in quickly along with a second finger of the eleven-year-old boy. Tommy groans louder this time. 

"Does it hurt?" Wyatt asks.

"No, it’s okay, just a little bit." Tommy says pushing his backside on the fingers until they both fit comfortably into his tight opening. As Wyatt pumps both digits in and out of his hungry hole, he groans some more. It is such a nice feeling.

"Can we do it now?"  Wyatt inquires, his squeaky voice indicating how much he is looking forward to the next step.

Tommy glances back and sees that his friend had already dropped his short and undies. His dick is hard, four inches of throbbing and excited boy meat. The engorged circumcised head makes it seem like it is bigger. Regardless, he wants it very much inside him. "Put your wiener in me," he says. "Do it, quick."

Wyatt doesn't say anything.  Tommy feels the fingers come out of his hole.  He glances back, seeing Wyatt squirt lubricant directly on his boner. The taller boy crouches slightly so that his stiff dick is right in front of his butt. "Sit back on it." He says.

Tommy nods, backing himself onto the rigid little piece of flesh. Wyatt holds his hips so he won’t fall as he begins to lower his butt down. He feels the head poke his bum hole and applies pressure on it. Relaxing his hole, the head slips inside and he is already lost in desire.  He has never wanted something so bad.  He continues to sit on Wyatt’s dick, feeling it slide further up his butt.  The stiff prick keeps going further and further into him yet he doesn't want it to stop. He realizes it is all the way inside him when his buttocks touch Wyatt’s thighs.

"Uhhhh," he moans. "It’s so hot and so hard." 

For a while, he balances his hips, letting the hardness slip out slowly. When he thinks it will pop out, he slams his butt down again to feel it go all the way in. Wyatt wraps his arms around his stomach and begins to meet his bobbing ass, pumping in and out of him.

"Is it nice?" he asks.

"Uhhh, yesss, don’t stop." Tommy begs.

With that, Wyatt pumps faster. Tommy feels Wyatt’s balls bounce against his buns each time he thrust deeply into him. His toes curl up as the tension increased with the passing seconds.  "Uhhh yessss, it feels so good!" He squeals.

Wyatt grabs Tommy’s stiff little pecker and tugs on it. "Are you gonna cum soon?" He asks.

"Yeaaahh."

"Me too!"

Tommy feels a warm fuzzy feeling hearing Wyatt’s enthusiastic voice. He pushes his butt back as Wyatt begins to go at it really fast. Soon the sound of his pelvis slapping against his buns resounds in the room. At the same time, Wyatt is pulling on his stiffy with the same fervor, breathing heavily down his neck.

"Ugghhh! Ugghhh! Ugghhh!"  Tommy whines. He feels Wyatt’s dick swell inside his hole. His little body shivers. "Uhhh! I’m cumming!"  He shouts.

"Yeaaaah." Wyatt wails plaintively, his body jerking also from the spasms of his orgasm. They groan together, trembling again and again as the blissful bursts of pleasure wracked their young bodies.

As the feelings inside Tommy reach their peak, he is exhausted. Wyatt holds him tenderly. They fall back on the bed. For several long seconds they lay together in silence. Then Tommy feels a kiss on his ear and he giggles in 
Wyatt’s embrace. "That was great!"

Wyatt smiles, his face flushed. "Yeah, I know!"

They stare at each other before Wyatt leans in and kisses him on the lips.
Tommy kisses back. Kissing looks so simple but it is a lot harder to do than he ever thought. Wyatt slowly pulls him onto his chest and Tommy pushes himself against his older friend trying to maximize their skin contact. After a few more seconds they break the kiss and Wyatt slowly pushes him up so he is sitting on his stomach. Wyatt props his knees up and Tommy leans against them.

"I love you." Wyatt says.

Tommy grins widely as he feels a burst of emotion he doesn’t really understand. He giggles and puts two hands on Wyatt’s chest. "I love you too!"

Then a third voice breaks in. "What is going on here?"

Tommy felt his blood freeze. His mother had not yelled but she is really angry.

The next few minutes are the most terrifying for Tommy. His mother orders them to get dressed. The rollercoaster of emotions makes Tommy tear up. When she orders Wyatt out of the room, the tears roll down his cheeks. His mother closes the door and Tommy knows he is to stay put. After about half a minute later the thought occurs to him that he could try to listen at the door but the conversation between Wyatt and his mother is too far away.
He isn’t sure how long it is until his mother comes into his room and tells him to sit on the bed. She takes a seat in his desk chair. She sits there and stares at him for several seconds and he just wants to melt away unable to meet her gaze.

"Tommy, what were you two doing?"
 

Tommy wets his lips. "Have fun." He tries to look up at his mother.

"Is that what Wyatt told you it is?"

Tommy brings his legs up to his chest and shakes his head. "Sex stuff."

That is how the questioning goes on after another half-hours. Some of the questions he doesn’t understand and he thinks some of them are stupid. Why would Wyatt threaten to stop being his friend? Why would he give him money? Okay Wyatt sometimes gave him stuff like candy or something but that was when they were at his house.

It slowly dawns on Tommy that he may not be the one in big trouble. Once he understands that he becomes more confident. Wyatt has always been there for him and Tommy isn’t the type of kid to let a friend take the fall for him. Wyatt has tried to stop once. It was him who wanted more. Yes, Wyatt taught him to jerk off and he loved it. Yes he liked to suck and be sucked. Kissing is wonderful! Yes Wyatt put it up his butt and he loved it! He loves Wyatt and Wyatt loves him.

By the end Tommy stands up answering each question quickly and concisely. Anytime his mom even implies something bad about Wyatt he clenched his fists and says otherwise. When his mother is finished she tells him to stay in his room and takes the Walkie-Talkie with her.

Tommy isn’t sure what is going to happen next. He has done his best to defend Wyatt and now that he had done so he is surprised at the tone he took with his mother. At the time he hadn’t even thought about it. He hears his dad come home early but he isn’t allowed out of his room. When he tries to listen at the door he can barely hear the conversation. Most of the words are just noise. Well into the afternoon, his father appears at the door and talks to him. By then most of his earlier confidence had drained away and he just wants to know what is going on. His father isn’t enlightening. He just asks how he is feeling. When they are done talking his father tells him to come with him into the kitchen. His mom tells him to call Wyatt on the Walkie-Talkie and his friend shows up about a minute later.

His father answers the door and escorts him to the kitchen table. The tension is starting to get to Tommy and he feels like crying but then his mother starts to speak. "We are not happy about the situation. Wyatt we always trusted you. What you are doing with Tommy is inappropriate for someone his age." She let the words sink in for a minute and Tommy felt his stomach get knotted. "Having said that, I see there’s no way to put the genie back in the bottle. It seems evident Tommy is willing to do anything you suggest. It seems he is even a bit demanding on the subject."

Tommy isn’t sure what to feel. He just doesn’t want to lose Wyatt and wishes his mother would get to the point.

"You two may continue your relationship under three conditions."

Wyatt let out an audible sigh of relief as Tommy stands up in shock and hugs him.

"Under three conditions." His mother restates, her voice slightly raised and firm enough to make Tommy sit back down. "First, both of you will take an online sexual education class. Second, Tommy you must promise to talk to us about you and Wyatt’s relationship routinely. Third, Wyatt you are not permitted to get a girlfriend or boyfriend and continue doing stuff with Tommy. For all intents and purposes you two are in a relationship and you will respect him. Do you to agree to these conditions?"

Tommy stares blankly for several seconds disbelieving what he is hearing then he jumps back up. "Yes! Yes we do!"

Wyatt hugs him back and nods vigorously. 

Epilogue

Tommy looks at himself in the mirror checking his hair one more time. He is dressed up in fancy shoes, pants and a dress shirt. He smiles and dabs a little cologne under his ear. Apparently it contains pheromones. This type is supposed to attract males. It is his fifth anniversary and he wonders how many fourteen-year-olds could brag they have a fifth anniversary. Then again he wonders how many couples count their anniversaries from the day they were caught in the act.

As embarrassing as getting caught was he couldn’t argue about the results. Once he got used to the rules it was a lot easier to mess around without worrying about getting caught. He had doubtlessly swallowed a gallon of Wyatt’s cum. For a few years now, his boyfriend did his best to catch up to that record on a regular basis.

Their relationship did wonders for Wyatt’s social life too. Apparently sex could build confidence. Wyatt never became super popular but he developed a close group of friends of his own age. Only one of those friends actually knows about the exact nature of their relationship. Tommy is fine with that.

The doorbell rings and Tommy quickly leaves the bathroom to open the front door. Wyatt stands there similarly dressed. Tommy pulls him into the house to give him a hug. Just as they are about to break the embrace there is a flash and Tommy turns his head to look at his mother holding a camera.

"That one deserves framing." She says.