Date: Wed, 14 May 2008 10:08:29 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 12 (t/t/b/b/ oral anal) This story is completely fiction. It describes the relationships among three boys, a young teen and younger boys. If this offends you, or if you are not 18 years of age, or if it is illegal where you reside to read such material, you must leave. Copyright 2008 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved I will try to answer all emails: the. empty.room@hotmail.com TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 12 (t/t/b/b oral anal) It was really the first time they had argued seriously about something. Tomas had already said okay to the overnight at Richard's, and then Richard told him that Davy would be there, too. Tomas knew that Richard was assuming all three of them would wind up together, but that had happened before. That would be okay. Davy was ten now, and they could all have a good time before the boy went off to his own room to sleep. "And... see, Davy's already invited his buddy Roger over, too." Richard had waited to see how Tomas would react. Tomas had said no to the whole idea then. He said that would be letting too many people in on their secret. Davy, of course, they could trust. Roger was another thing, a question mark. They argued for a while, changed the subject, and then argued about it some more. "What makes you think little kids can't keep secrets like that?" Richard had finally asked him. "Look at your friend Chuck. How many kids have been with him all these years? And nobody's told. Not a word. You were a kid then. Did you tell?" So Richard finally prevailed. All four boys were around the table that Friday as they ate their pizza. The Roths were gone to a late party again, and they had the house to themselves for hours. The two younger boys snickered and giggled, anticipating what would come next. They were cute, Tomas agreed. And if Davy and Roger had been playing together for a while... Well, then. They all went into the large downstairs room which had been made into a home theater and game room. Richard and Tomas were at the pool table a bit, but the two younger ones were eager for playtime. Richard put in a movie, and all four of them sprawled onto the huge couch to watch. Davy and Roger were together between the teens. They snuggled together and, with no embarrassment at all, began to touch each other through their jeans and shirts. Tomas and Richard grinned over them, then they placed their arms over the shoulders of the boys and leaned together for a kiss. Davy giggled at them. "See," he said to his little buddy. "They like to kiss, too." And he put his lips on Roger's. The teens stared at the boys as their little lips parted and their tongues licked eagerly together. Richard glanced at Tomas and nodded. Yes, those two little studs had gotten their practice in! "So let's take our shirts off," Davy announced. Roger glanced up at the teens and then followed suit. Their ten-year-old chests sported little pink circles for nipples. Roger was just a bit heavier than Davy, and his belly still held a little of his babyfat. The boys kicked their shoes off as they moved together for another kiss. And Richard and Tomas pulled their shirts and pants off. And there were two boys and two teens whose butts were covered with white cotton, two boys and two teens each showing a bulge at their center. Davy pulled away from Roger for a moment. "See?" he said to Roger. "I told you he's like that." He was pointing to Tomas' well-formed chest. "Isn't he pretty?" Roger reached out hesitantly to Tomas, seated next to him. Tomas took his hand and placed it at the center of his chest. The boy's eyes grew larger as he felt the teen's warmth, as his fingers moved over the pecs and touched the hard nipples. Davy's hand sneaked around to Roger's pouch and cupped the hard little dick there. Roger grinned up at Tomas as he felt his dick fingered. "You boys are cute, for sure," Tomas smiled. Richard scooted up closer behind his brother, and Davy lay back against his chest. "Can I see it?" Roger asked. "He means your dick," Davy clarified. "Well, if you can find it," Tomas grinned. Roger's ten fingers were all over Tomas' crotch then, feeling the thick, hard shaft and the big round cockhead. He touched the wet spot. He poked at it. "Lick your finger, and you can taste me," Tomas whispered to him. The boy did, and he grinned. He moved his hands to Tomas' waistband and pulled downward. Tomas turned and raised his hips to help him get the briefs completely off. He turned to the boy, raising his legs to the couch and spreading his knees. The dick stood proudly for the ten-year-old it faced. Roger carefully placed his hand around it, closing his fingers. "Wow," he murmured. Tomas reached to Roger and ran his fingers over the cotton-covered dick caught inside. He pressed at it gently, and Roger smiled. How long has it been, Tomas wondered, since I was that small? He suddenly reached out to the boy and pulled him upward until he was standing on the couch, his boyhood, still covered in cotton, right at Tomas' face. Tomas leaned in and took the little cotton tent, pole and all, into his mouth, sucking it carefully. "Aaawwwwww..." Roger squirmed in Tomas' hands, but he pressed his crotch into Tomas' mouth. Tomas' tongue found the little dickhead and lapped at it a few times before tracing the hard shaft the few inches to its base. He sucked until the cotton was wet in his mouth. The boy's legs were spread as he stood before Tomas, and the teen's hard cock was too close to Davy's eyes not to enjoy. Davy got on his knees behind Roger and pressed his head between his friend's legs until his mouth could take the whole of Tomas' swollen cockhead. The sight was too much for Richard. Watching the fourteen-year-old suck at the crotch of the boy standing on the crouch in front of him while his own dick was being sucked below... Richard moved closer and reached between the legs of his brother. Finding Davy's own little tent, he fingered it, rubbed it, pulled it. Davy dropped the big cockhead from his mouth. "Get naked," he said hoarsely. Roger stepped back from Tomas, and both his and Richard's briefs flew to the floor. Roger turned back to Tomas, obviously wanting more. "Here, little guy," Tomas said. He sat Roger back down onto the couch. "I want to see that pretty thing I've been tasting. Roger sat back and proudly let his dick point upward toward the teen. "I'ts not big..." he started to say. "It's a nice one," Tomas assured him, "about the size I was at your age." In fact, Roger was a very nice three inches, though Tomas himself had been a little longer back then. He took it in his fingers and played with it, pulling a bit, letting his fingers slip down to touch the little balls below. Roger sat back and sighed in contentment. "Do you suck him?" Richard asked his brother. He had asked before, but Davy had always answered only with a grin. This time, Davy leaned his face into Roger and licked a few times at his hairless pubic mound. Tomas pulled his hand back to watch. Davy licked his buddy's dick around, and then he held it still with his hand. He licked once at the little dickhead. Then he put it in his mouth and began to nurse on it. While he sucked, Tomas rubbed the chest of the boy being sucked, flicking his smooth nipples, and Richard rubbed his brother's back and bare ass. They let Davy suck and listened to his friend moan. They didn't stop him when Roger'm moans became louder and more insistent. Soon the ten-year-old was wiggling under the face at his little crotch; he pressed back at the mouth nursing on him. His mouth formed a perfect little "O" as he sucked in his breath. Ooooooooooo... uuuuuuuuuuuu..." Roger shook with the pleasure of the dry cum Davy was pulling from him. His little belly jiggled above Davy's head, and Davy's lips began to smack as he loosened his grip on his buddy's boyhood. Roger lay limp, his lips forming a small smile, as Davy pulled away. But Davy wasn't finished yet. He sprawled over his friend to reach for Tomas' big cock. Roger pulled from under him, so Davy got close enough he could suck the teen's dick. Roger wanted more, too. He reached for Richard. Richard grinned and scooted close, opening his legs. Roger, somewhat shorter than Davy, managed to sit on Richard's thigh and bend down to suck his dick. Richard sighed, lay his head back on the couch, and stroked the boy's back. Roger was an eager cocksucker, and he rolled Richard's balls while he sucked, though Richard had to caution him to be careful. Richard's hand lowered to cup the little ass on his thigh. Tomas looked over to watch the ten-year-old feasting on Richard's sex. Richard grinned at him. "Horny little devils, aren't they?" Tomas asked. The teens just lay back and let the boys enjoy themselves. They had had a lot of practice edging, reaching right to the edge of cumming but pulling back, so they readjusted themselves and gave the younger boys a long time to enjoy the cocks they were eating. Finally, Richard had to stop Roger. He pulled him up and kissed his cheek. "You're good, Roger." The boy grinned at him. "You want to see if I'm any good?" Roger's eyes widened as Richard let him slip backward and then fell on his little dick. He licked the balls beneath it and washed his tongue around the whole little package. Then he sucked Roger's dickhead only as he fingered the round little eggs below them. Richard could not see, but Tomas had stopped Davy by pulling him up and kissing him on the lips. Davy had opened his mouth for him, and the two were enjoying a deep, wet kiss, Davy lapping every bit of moisture he could from the teen's mouth. Tomas slipped his hand down to the boy's butt and slid his finger to his hole. Davy started but didn't hesitate a moment in his kissing. Tomas toyed with the little tight hole at his finger, rubbing around over the puckered skin. Davy whispered into Tomas' ear, "Put it in. We do that." Tomas gave Davy his finger to suck, and the ten-year-old sucked vigorously. They returned to their kiss as Tomas lowered his finger to the little hole again. He rubbed it around wetly, massaging the ring, feeling it alternately tense and relax under his finger. They kissed slowly, but Tomas knew Davy's mind was now on the sensation at his ass. Tomas pressed in. The ring tightened. They paused in their kiss, their tongues still in each other's mouths, as Tomas pressed again. The little entrance opened, and Davy sighed into Tomas' mouth. The teen kept his finger at that spot, no deeper, while he moved it gently in a circle, massaging Davy's virgin tunnel. Or was it virgin? After a while their kiss broke, and Davy lay his head against Tomas' strong shoulder. "Do more. Please do it more." Tomas moved his finger inward. The boy winced once, then he relaxed again. Tomas nuzzled the warm cheek next to his mouth, and he resumed the massage of Davy's hole. The boy groaned in pleasure. Finally, Tomas' finger was in as far as he could get it in that position. He began to move his finger in and out, slowly and gently fingerfucking the boy. Davy whined a little sound of pleasure. He held tightly around Tomas' neck and began to rock himself back and forth on Tomas' finger. Tomas wasn't sure he had found Davy's little prostate, since he was stroking it with the back of his finger in that position. But then Davy began to rock a little more vigorously. His sounds became deeper. He was consciously fucking himself back and forth onto the teen's finger. He began to pant. "Oh!" Davy pulled his head back from Tomas' shoulder. He took a deep breath. "Aaawwwwwww... uuuuuhhhhhhhhh..." He shuttered once, twice. Then he fell against the older boy. "Wha... what did... you do?" he gasped into Tomas' ear. "You did it, little guy. Nice, huh?" Tomas kissed his cheek. Davy clung to him a little longer and then almost slid backward onto the couch. "Wow, Tomas." He looked up at the teen. "That's... that's like fucking. Right? We... we use our fingers, but, it's not like that." Richard pulled away from a newly-satisfied Roger. "You guys fuck with your fingers?" Davy, of course, had watched his brother fuck Tomas several times, peering from the darkness of their shared bathroom, but they didn't know that. "Yeah, we do our fingers," Roger volunteered. "I want to..." He stopped. "Maybe someday... I want to know what it's like." He finished. "You want Davy to fuck you?" Richard asked slowly. Roger nodded. And Tomas suggested they head for Richard's bedroom. Four naked boys bounced up the stairs, the two little ones almost climbing over each other in their eagerness. They got onto Richard's bed. Tomas watched as Richard showed his brother how to massage his friend's little hole. They had apparently done that; he seemed to know a bit, but he was too eager to enter. Richard waited for Tomas to get some of the lube he'd hidden on a high shelf in the bathroom. Richard had giggled when Tomas first showed it to him, explaining that it was cherry flavored. Then Richard patiently explained to Davy how to use it. Richard was so intent on helping his brother and Roger that his dick had deflated a bit. Tomas, however, was fully hardened; he sat back and played with his dick while he watched the two at Roger's ass, with Roger peering back over his shoulder. Eventually, Davy's finger was in. Davy breathed a sigh of relief, and Roger breather a sigh of pleasure. At his brother's instruction, Davy worked Roger's hole slowly and carefully, eventually getting a second finger in. The sight of the two ten-year-olds preparing for their first fuck reminded him of his own eagerness with Chuck. He was never as patient waiting for it as Chuck had been preparing him. He'd wanted that finger in immediately, but he knew the cock that appeared so huge to him then would never fuck him without preparation. It was only a three-inch fuckstick Roger was waiting for, but the preparation needed to be done. Soon Richard decided Roger was ready. He glanced back at Tomas again, and Tomas smiled at him. Richard smoothed the lube over his brother's dick and held it for him at the tiny hole. It took effort and patience. Roger wanted it badly, but he was, also, tense. He wanted to know. But would it be too much? Richard encouraged Davy to push slowly. When Davy's little dickhead was finally swallowed by Roger's hole, both boys yelped. Tomas moved over to stroke Roger's back for him. "You're doing fine, little stud. Just breath slowly. It'll go away, and soon you'll feel the most wonderful feeling. I promise. I promise." Tomas whispered into the ear of the boy. Roger turned his head, and the small eyes assured Tomas Roger would do well. In another few minutes, Davy was fully inside his friend. And his first fuck began. The little virgin on the bed slowly relaxed and let his friend pump into him slowly. And then the pleasure appeared; it filled the ten-year-old who was offering his cherry, and he began to push back. Tomas encouraged Roger by whispering to him, caressing. Richard was at his brother's ear, his hand stroking the little back. Their first fuck was quick. It wasn't very long until Davy simply needed to give in to his orgasm; it was impossible for him not to. His grunts became irregular, and his thrusts were wilder. But even Roger was urging him on now. "Fuck me yeaaaaa Davyyyy... ooooooo..." But his soft voice was drowned out by Davy's when the boy reached his climax inside the soft young ass below him. He yelled loudly, virtually whooping with pleasure and delight as his dick throbbed wildly inside Roger. Then he fell to the side, his dick popping out, and collapsed on the bed. Roger immediately felt the dick pull out and yelped again. But a warm wetness pressed to his hole, still opened. Richard had pressed his face into the ass that had been fucked by his little brother and was licking it, caressing the worn ring and helping it relax. Roger sighed as the teen ate at his hole. He whimpered. Then the two boys were lying between the teens. Roger looked over at Davy, still in the afterglow. "You fucked me," he said slowly. "So totally awesome... You fucked me." His smile widened. The boys played togther for a while after Davy and Roger recovered. They insisted that they get to watch a fuck, too, so Tomas fucked Richard. When he was about to cum, he pulled his dick out and shot several ropes of cum over his lover's back and ass. As the two little boys watched in awe, he leaned down and licked up every drop. But they had to watch the clock. As late as the Roths liked to party, there was a time when they'd return. Richard finally convinced the two younger boys to move their games to Davy's room, cautioning them to be a lot more quiet than they had been so far. The little ones agreed, though reluctantly. Davy hugged his brother around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. "I bet nobody has a better big brother than me," he whispered into Richard's ear. "I... I love you, Richard." "I love you, too, Davy." Richard kissed his brother's cheek. Davy wanted a hug from Tomas, too, and Roger followed suit with both the teens. Then their ten-year-old butts jiggled as they ran eagerly through the bathroom into Davy's room. Tomas grinned and lay back on the bed. "They sure know how to have fun, those two. They're cute." "But there's a problem," Richard said with a small frown. "What that?" "You got to fuck me, but I haven't fucked you yet." Richard grinned. "Well, what's The Dick waiting for?" Tomas asked. He sucked the cock he loved a few moments, and then he gave his ass to his lover. Like all schools everywhere, Springfield Middle School never had enough money for everything. New basketball uniforms were in the budget, but the coach told the team the money had to be used for something else. Tomas, like all the boys, was disappointed, and he shared his disappointment with Richard. Richard couldn't say exactly why he had the idea, but Tomas was enthusiastic immediately. Richard had suggested a special concert, a kind of talent show for the school, the money raised to go for the uniforms. Tomas took the idea to the coach, who carried it to the adminstration, who gave the green light. Richard talked the music director into planning one more concert for late winter -- in time for new uniforms to be ordered and received. The chorus would do at least four or five songs. Richard agreed to play two solos. It was up to Richard to plan the rest, something he hadn't really thought through. He remembered one of the eighth graders who played at being a magician, and he talked him into performing. A couple of seventh grades girls were taking tap-dancing lessons, and they were actually eager to perform. Another boy would play the trumpet if Richard accompanied him. And eventually a program of about an hour and a half was planned. The team itself was in charge of ticket sales; the art classes made posters to put up around town; the school office would print up the programs. The show was a great success. Basketball uniforms are rather expensive, and when it was discovered that ticket sales had almost, but not quite, raised enough, the principal kicked in the last couple of hundred dollars himself. The uniforms arrived just before the first home game. They were distributed at a practice, and Tomas brought to his to Richard's to show off. They went up to Richard's room, and Richard insisted that Tomas put it on. Tomas stripped and got into his duffle for his jock strap, grinning and teasing Richard as he put it on. The uniform was white and light blue, both colors contrasting with the teen's dark complexion. The tank-top displayed Tomas' strong shoulders, chest, and arms. Richard wolf-whistled. "Only wish the whole team could be as beautiful on the floor as you are," he said. He stepped closer and adjusted the shirt a bit. He let his hand trace the curve of Tomas' shoulder and stepped in to kiss him on the lips. "I always wanted to be kissed by a jock," he teased. Tomas' pulled him close. Their lips met again, this time opening to allow their tongues to play. Tomas pressed his groin into Richard's. Richard's hands lowered from Tomas' back to his butt, squeezing it. He slipped his hands under the waistband of the shorts and onto the warm, smooth cheeks. His fingers toyed a moment with the elastic bands of the jock strap, and then they slipped into his crack. "You're such a hunk when you're out on the floor," he said to Tomas. "Sometime I just want to jump out there and fuck you right on the spot." His hands tugged at the waistband of the shorts until it was down around his ass. He felt the heat of sudden passion rush through him. "Something like this," Richard muttered. He got behind Tomas, knelt, and pressed his face into Tomas' ass, licking immediately to his hole. The waistband was caught just under Tomas' ass, and the elastic bands of the jock strap were no impediment at all. He licked deeply, tasting the older teen's sweat from the day, the musk of his sex. He lapped around and into the hole he wanted to enter. He fumbled at own pants, getting his dick out and stroking it to fullness. Richard pressed his dick at Tomas, still in uniform except for the shorts down under his ass. Richard's dick slid in as both of them groaned. The pouch of Tomas' jock strap was filled with his meat, leaking into the elastic restraining it. Richard fucked in slowly and deeply. Tomas had bent a bit at the waist and had braced himself against Richard's dresser. Richard put his hands up on Tomas' shoulders and began to fuck, the underside of his dick just grazing the waistband of the blue-and-white shorts. He fucked in and out slowly, and Tomas pressed back against him. "Take it, jock," Richard whispered hoarsely, "take it deep. Take it like I want to give it to you out there on the floor. Show me that sweet ass... yeah... buck back into me, jock. You like this cock... oh fuck..." "Uhhhhhh... fuck me, yeaa... aawwwww yeaaa..." "Take it, jock," Richard repeated. "fucking deep into youuuu..." Richard slapped his groin into the ass in front of him. His hands grasped the bands of cloth at Tomas' shoulders and felt the smoothness of the material, the heat of the skin underneath... he pumped into Tomas as he groaned louder... Faster... "AAAaaaaaa..." The first blast coated the walls of Tomas' ass. He pressed back as Richard pounded inward again, the cum shooting a second, then a third time. Richard lowered his arms and grasped Tomas' around the waist, yanking him into himself as he emptied the last of his cream. They stayed there a moment, breathing deeply, then Tomas sank to the floor with Richard. "Damn," Tomas said slowly. Then he grinned. "And you want to do that in the middle of a game, huh?" Richard grinned. "It was just a thought." But it didn't happen at the game. Instead, Richard was the one surprised. Just before the game started the coach made a little speech thanking everyone for the new uniforms. He named Richard, specifically, as the "boy who was responsible for it all" and made him stand for applause. Richard blushed furiously. With all eyes on Richard, no one saw Tomas wink at him and snap the back waistband against his ass. No one except Richard, that is.