Date: Mon, 19 May 2008 00:35:53 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 14 (t/t t/b/b oral anal) This story is completely fiction. It describes the relationships among boys, young teens 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 NOTE: This series will conclude with Chapter 15. TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 14 (t/t t/b/b oral anal) High school was not at all what Tomas had been expecting. He had expected, and even looked forward to, the classes, basketball, new friends, new activities. But he had expected to share it all with Richard. He did talk about it in letters, and Richard wrote about his experiences, too. And he was pleased when he got phone calls from New York now and then; Richard had demanded, and finally received, a generous allowance that could provide for phone calls. But it was not the same at all. He came home from school one afternoon to find Davy sitting on the steps. The boy had hugged him and had begun to cry immediately. He took Davy inside, and they cried together for a while. Tomas tried to explain what a wonderful opportunity this was for Richard, and Davy understood that. What he didn't understand was what he could do about the terrible void he felt in his life. And Tomas couldn't explain that at all. The next time Tomas found Davy on his steps, he took him into the house and into his bedroom. He made love to the boy. They lay naked together for a while after he'd let Davy fuck him, kissing and fondling each other, and Tomas found himself calmed by it, too. He loved Davy, too, just as Richard did. And he knew that Richard was aware of it, so it was okay. When Richard came home for Christmas vacation, Tomas was invited to the sleepover for which he'd been waiting for weeks. They lay together, letting Davy be with them, for a long time talking, and it was Davy's eagerness that finally moved them to begin a long 69 session. Soon they were fucking, first Tomas fucking Richard and then Richard's turn. Poor Davy had to wait for a while, but he'd insisted he didn't want Roger over that night. He wanted his brother and Tomas to himself, he said. Davy was rewarded for his patience, of course. Both boys worked over Davy's body until he was pleading for release. Richard fucked him while Tomas sucked his dick, and all three were completely satisfied. And Richard and Tomas were together almost every day before Richard had to return. One night during the spring Tomas let Davy and Roger talk him into doing something against his better judgment. Tomas rationalized that Davy was so lonely for his brother... But, no, he thought. That's not why I'm going. I'm going for me as much as for them. At least I'm honest enough to realize that, he thought. Davy had invited Roger over for a sleepover. Tomas' mother was on the night shift again, so he went to the Roth's, and Davy sneaked him in the back door and up the back stairs. He stripped and went to bed with the two younger boys, enjoying their lips and tongues on him as much as he enjoyed his cock in their eager asses. He went to visit Chuck one day and voiced his pain and loneliness. "Four years of this, Chuck. I don't know if I can do this." "It's a long time," Chuck agreed. "But I love him. I can't ever love anybody else the way I love Richard. What will happen, Chuck? And I've thought about college. What will happen then?" "I don't know, Tomas." Chuck sighed. It pained him to see the hurt in the boy in front of him. He remembered the happy little boy he'd loved. He remembered the young teen who had brought his lover to meet him. Tomas was growing up, Chuck thought. And that's not always easy. Sometimes it's not easy at all. "If you love him, Tomas, that won't stop. It can't stop." He put his arm around the shoulder of the teen, and Tomas turned into him and cried like the little boy he'd been years before. "It hurts now, Tomas, but it hurts because you love him. If you didn't love him, it wouldn't matter like this. And you know he loves you, too, so he's hurting as much. All you can do to share everything you can with each other, like you told me you've been doing, and then use every minute you get together." Tomas had stopped crying, but he kept his head on his older friend's shoulder. "You will survive this, Tomas. You will." Chuck put his hands on Tomas' shoulders and looked him in the face. "You will survive it. You and Richard will." Tomas was suddenly so overwhelmed by the love he'd always had for this special man in his life. He kissed Chuck on the lips. Chuck was surprised for a moment, but he accepted the kiss and returned it. Tomas threw himself into schoolwork and into basketball. He was, of course, still a year older than his classmates, and his size and skill were prized by the junior varsity team at Springfield High. His grades were always high, and he shared all his successes on the court and in the classroom with Richard. They wrote each constantly, and each laughingly complained that it was difficult to get schoolwork done when they were writing each other all the time. One potential crisis was faced during the two weeks Richard was home over the summer. It was not until his school was underway that Richard had fully understood that classes were year-round, with vacation breaks during the year and a two-week break between school years. That was because their musical training was in addition to a regular high school curriculum. They were in bed together the first night Richard was home. Their kisses had been long, and the 69 session had brought them to a sexual high that was almost painful. Richard said he wanted to suck Tomas to a cum; it had been too long since he had tasted him. Richard finally got Tomas on his back. He sucked at the hard, dark nipples and then licked his way down to the bush of soft black hair. he licked through it, brushing his lips over it. Then he ran his tongue along the underside of Tomas' thick cock until he was licking at the tiny lips on his cockhead. He tasted the flow of precum and smoothed it around Tomas' cockhead. Then his tongue traced the tube on the underside of the shaft until it disappeared into his lover's body. His tongue continued downward and licked at the big balls below. He sucked on them until Tomas moaned. He inhaled the scent he had missed for so long. He moved up to the shaft of the thick cock again, offering it little kisses. His lips sucked at the shaft gently, up and down, around and around. It was the most beautiful cock in the world. It was his Tomas' cock. He flattened his tongue and scraped it over the dickhead, and Tomas groaned. With a new amount of precum on his tongue, Richard attacked the cockhead again, sucking here and there at the edges of the crown, running his teeth carefully over it, sucking it quickly and fully into his mouth only to release it and lick around it again. Tomas was moving his hips, pressing, pushing, in need. "Oh god honey please... oh yesssss... sweet Dick sweetdicksweet... yesss..." Then Richard swallowed him. Tomas was now fully six-and-a half inches long, and his cockhead immediately hit the back of Richard's throat. Richard swallowed, and the movement lodged Tomas' cockhead firmly in the tight opening of Richard's throat. Richard swallowed again. "Aaaaaa..." Tomas was wildly in need now. His fingers found and then grasped the hair on the head at his middle. He humped his cock into the welcome new tightness. Richard slipped his hands under Tomas and clutched his asscheeks, pulling them toward him, and encouraging Tomas to fuck his face. He sucked hard as Tomas' dick moved in and out of his mouth. Tomas' breath came quickly and noisily. His cock was suddenly swollen even more. Tomas gasped. He fucked hard into Richard's mouth, and then he blasted his first shot of cum deep into Richard's throat. Richard pulled back so that only Tomas' cockhead was in his mouth; he sucked it hard and fast. Tomas came again and again and again until, finally, there was no more. Richard crawled up Tomas' body and kissed his lips. Tomas opened his mouth and looked up to see Richard's lips part slowly. The cum Richard had saved for him began to fall from Richard's lips, and Tomas opened his mouth to receive it. A long string of pearl-white juice fell slowly onto Tomas' cheek, just to the right of his mouth, and Richard turned slightly to move it to Tomas' lips and onto his tongue. He waited as he emptied his lover's cum from his mouth, then he lowered his face, and the boys kissed slowly and deeply. Tomas used his tongue to collect the cum inside his mouth and move it back to his lover's tongue. They both fed on it. They both tasted it. They both savored the sex that had moved from one body to the other and now back again. Then they rested. Then they fucked. Later in the night, both bodies exhausted, they lay side by side talking. They shared everything, and finally Richard sat up. "I just didn't know it would be all year round," he said. "So stupid! I should have read that somewhere. Just two weeks here and there. God, Tomas!" Tomas felt as depressed as Richard sounded. Could they last through all this? But he had to encourage Richard, let him know that they could make it. "Something else happned, too," Richard said. He had told Tomas about accompanying a young cellist who was his classmate. "Something I need to tell you about." He looked down at Tomas. His Tomas. "We... we went to bed together. After the concert. He asked me to his room, and... I went. We had sex." He waited. Tomas felt his eyes sting at the thought of Richard with another boy. "He's... he's a really nice guy," Richard said. "My age. A little, well, chubby. But so sweet. And he loves to suck. And he's good. We sucked each other almost all night. I came several times. So did he." But I've been with Davy, Tomas thought. And Roger. That wasn't love; that was just... sex. Fun. I don't love anyone like I love Richard, he thought. Tomas smiled. He grasped Richard's hand tightly. "Good." "You're not... I mean, you're not mad?" "No, Richard." Tomas smiled at him. But he swallowed before he continued. "The Dick is one horny stud." Then he looked more serious. "You need it, Richard. Every now and then guys like us just need to be with somebody. You know I'm with Davy sometimes." "Yes," Richard said. "He told me. But I figured you would be. I was sort of hoping you would be. I mean, I need somebody to take care of my little brother." Richard smiled, but then he looked serious again. "But this, at school, is different. It's not... you know, a brother, or somebody we both know..." "It's something you need, Richard. And I understand. I love you more than anything in the world. I love you forever. But I understand. And it's all right." "Oh, god, Tomas, I love you, too. I wouldn't want you to think I didn't, that I was falling for somebody else..." "No, I understand. I wish like hell I could be there for you, Richard. I miss you so much it hurts me inside, and I wish I could be there. But I understand. I know you'll be here for me when you can." Tomas waited for a minute. "You say he's a cellist?" "Yeah." "So I assume you played his cello." Richard laughed. "We made beautiful music together," he said. But then his face suddenly sobered. Richard circled him with his arms. Tomas couldn't hear it, but he knew Richard was crying silently. Finally, Richard said, "I love you. I can't ever love anyone else. You have to know that. I want you. Always." Tomas lay Richard on the bed, slid down to the ass he'd missed, and made love to it. He kissed every inch of the skin. He licked and tasted it all. He sucked on the hole until Richard was pressing himself back against his lips. Then he tongue-fucked him until he was begging for cock. Tomas' cock, now longer and thicker than Richard had known before, made a sudden thrust into the darkness, and Richard gasped. Tomas knew how to control his fucking, his own responses and needs. So he fucked Richard's ass for a long time before he allowed himself the release of a huge cum. But that wasn't enough. When he had emptied his balls he immediately placed his mouth at the hole he had just filled and began to suck. He sucked all the juices into himself, all the cream from inside, and his tongue fished for every last trace of moisture. When he pulled away to lie next to Richard, he heard the tiny whimpers of pleasure that continued for a long time. No one ever treated Richard as well, Tomas was sure. And no one ever would. High school was fun at times, hard at times. And sometimes it was very lonely. Very often. During the summer that Tomas was sixteen, Roger and Davy made plans to camp out in Roger's back yard. It was a huge yard on the edge of town, with lots of trees and even a small stream running though it. Davy told Tomas they would be a long distance from the house because they wanted to be private. He grinned. Then he begged Tomas to come over during the night and have some fun with them. It didn't take much convincing. Davy and Roger were twelve now, and both had developed into very attractive boys. And while he liked Roger, Tomas had come to really love Davy. Tomas approached the little campsite from the rear, calling out softly so he wouldn't startle the boys. It was a very warm evening, but he was still surprised to find the boys sitting at their small campfire naked. "A couple of little savages," he said. "Yeah," Roger agreed eagerly. "Come on, get savage with us." He giggled. "I feel like a pervert, playing around with two little boys," Tomas grinned. "We're not as little as we used to be," Roger giggled. He pulled on his dick, a very respectable four inches. He was virtually hairless still, with just a hint of hair beginning to show. Tomas looked at Davy and smiled. He was much more familiar with Davy's four-and-a-half inches. He had sucked the boy to a dry cum so many times he couldn't count them. Davy was stroking slowly, and he had a smug look on his face, like a boy who was eager to share a terribly important secret. "I can cum!" Davy grinned. "Yeah, he can," Roger said, as though to deflect any skepticism. "Really." "That's great, Davy," Tomas said. He'd kicked off his shoes, and he sat down on the blanket they'd spread, pulling his shirt and shorts off. "I woke up the other night, just like you said," Davy continued. He'd questioned Tomas many times about growing up -- Tomas had become a big brother when Davy had needed one -- and Tomas had answered every question. "I was wet, and I knew it was cum. I just knew it! And I tasted it, too, like you said. How about that, Tomas? I can cum!" Tomas reached over for the boy and pulled him into a hug. Roger didn't want to be overlooked, so he joined them. Tomas hadn't pulled his briefs off yet, but the boys helped him, and soon they were all naked. Tomas lay back on the blanket. "It's so cool," Roger said, stroking Tomas' chest. "When I suck him, I can taste it now. And he makes me kiss him so he can taste it, too." "Like you don't want to kiss," Davy grinned. Roger, who had always been fascinated by Tomas nipples, began to play with them. "Hey," he said, struck by a sudden inspiration. "Show him. Show him how you can jack off now. And do it on his nipples." Tomas' dick gave a sudden lurch at the suggestion. Roger was certainly imaginative! "Yeah," Davy agreed enthusiastically. "Uh, okay?" he asked Tomas. When Tomas grinned his assent, Davy straddled the teen's chest, one leg on each side of him, and he sat down. This opened his legs just about as wide as they could go, and a pair of twelve-year-old smooth nuts rested on the center of Tomas' chest. Davy immediately began pulling on his dick. Tomas smiled. "But, look, why don't you let me get you started. You know, with a little sucking." Davy grinned broadly at the suggestion and scooted his little ass higher on Tomas' chest. He wound up sitting on his knees, one knee under each of Tomas' pits, and leaning in to allow Tomas to suck. Tomas sucked the proud boy's boner into his mouth and was careful to run his tongue all around the dickhead. Davy moaned his pleasure. Tomas sucked from the base to the dickhead, but Davy was fully hard quickly. Davy was torn between the immense pleasure of being sucked by the teen and the vision of shooting his young sperm onto the muscular chest on which he'd been sitting. But when he felt his body responding to the suction, he pulled away from Tomas' mouth, scooted back to his original position, and began to jack himself. "Yeah," Roger encouraged him. "Jerk it, Davy. Make it cum, Davy." Tomas listened to the encouragements from one boy and the grunts of pleasure from the other, but he kept his eyes on the tiny little hole at the center of the young dick being stroked in front of him. In the light of the campfire, he thought it could see that little hole flex and pulse once... And then it fired a shot of watery cum. Davy had almost forgotten he was supposed to cum on Tomas' nipple, but he moved over just in time. The shot fell barely short of the nipple, and the remainder of the young cum simply drooled out in drops, but Davy pulled himself over so they landed on the target. Then, his little dick still hard, he used the dickhead to push the shot that had missed upward just a bit. There was a pool of watery pre-teen cum covering Tomas' dark tit. The boys just looked at it for a moment. "That was great, Davy," Tomas complimented him. "A nice cum for a boy your age. And, man, it feels nice on my nipple." Davy grinned, both a little proud and a little embarrassed at his showing off. "Now, Davy, we have to decide how to get that cum off," Tomas said. "Lick it!" Roger prompted. And Davy did. He leaned down and swiped his tongue over the little puddle. Then he paused a moment, realizing he wanted to share. He leaned down to Tomas' lips and opened his mouth. Tomas smiled and accepted the boy's kiss. Davy's little tongue was warm as usual, active in his mouth as usual. But this time there was a decided difference. It was not a strong taste, but Davy's body had produced a very smooth and mellow cream. Tomas licked, tasted, swallowed. He put his hand behind the boy's head and pulled him tight for a longer, deeper kiss than Davy had anticipated. "Wow," Davy said when he finally came up for air. "Wow, yourself, you little stud," Tomas smiled. "That is some tasty cum you've got there." "Hey, I want what's left," Roger said, and he immediately put his face to Tomas' chest and licked the remainder. He wanted a kiss, too, so Tomas treated him to a long and deep one, as well. The younger boys grinned when they sat back. And both dicks, the one that had shot and the one that couldn't yet, were boned again. A little later, Tomas had the boys kneel on all fours side by side as he ate their asses. They were smooth as silk, he thought. His tongue delighted the boys, and the taste and scent of the boyholes delighted Tomas. He tongue-fucked them, first one and then the other, until his tongue hurt. Davy wanted a fuck then, and Tomas had brought the lube, expecting it. Roger stared as the teen's long, thick cock disappeared into his friend's ass. Davy wanted to moan loudly, as he could at home, but he realized he couldn't in the back yard. He contented himself with small grunts as his ass became accustomed to the big cock, and soon he was fucking back onto it. Tomas sighed deeply as his balls emptied into the boy. He let Roger lick Davy's ass so he could taste some of Tomas' cum, too. Roger was eager for his turn, and when he had turned around he almost backed his ass into Tomas' cock. "Easy there, tiger," Tomas said. He slapped the smooth, white ass. Roger giggled and shook his ass at the teen. Tomas slapped him a little harder, and this time Roger felt it in his hard dick. He gasped, but he wiggled his ass, asking for more. Tomas spanked him three times then, each time a little harder. "Ooooo fuck," Roger moaned. Davy looked on with wide eyes as Tomas spanked his friend a few more times. Then Tomas leaned down to kiss and lick the skin that had begun to redden in the light of the campfire. Roger sighed and put his shoulders on the blanket; his ass now stuck up toward Tomas as though begging for him. Tomas pressed his face into the crack and tongued Roger's hole. He lubed his hard cock and pressed at the wet pink hole Roger was offering him. Roger couldn't repress a squeal as he felt the cockhead penetrate his ring, but he produced a long sigh as Tomas' dick slid into him. Tomas began a slow fuck. He had to build the need within himself, since he had just cum in Davy. He spent long moments stroking the boy's back as he fucked in and out; he leaned into the boy to reach under him and toy with his hard dick and his nipples. "Slide under him and suck his dick," he said to Davy. Davy's face was soon underneath his friend, his face wedged between Roger's thighs and his belly. He wiggled until he could reach Roger's crotch, and in a moment Roger's hard dick was inside Davy's mouth. Each time Tomas fucked inward, he pushed Roger's hips down a bit, and this pushed the boy's dick into Davy's mouth. Tomas couldn't see, but he knew he was fucking both boys at once. His cock was invading Roger's tight ass and shoving Roger's hard dick into Davy's waiting mouth. Roger came first. Tomas had been stroking his little prostate, and the boy's belly tightened. Tomas held onto his hips as Roger squealed again. His twelve-year-old dick quivered and thrashed in Davy's mouth as it sucked on him. It was a long cum for the boy, long and wonderful. He almost went limp when he finished, but Tomas held him up. Davy pulled his head out from under him with a smile on his face. Tomas was now fucking a boy who simply had no energy to fuck back. He gripped Roger's hips and pulled him back onto his cock, almost jerking him onto it. He fucked in hard and fast as his own need grew. He pulled the ass back onto himself, fucked in and out... "Ooooo Roger..." he whispered hoarsly. "Ooooo Roger..." And he came with one fierce blast as his cock was buried deep in the boy. He fucked again and again as he shot more of his teen juice into him, and he felt the sticky wetness around his dick as his cum was forced out of the tight young hole by the cock still invading it. Finally Tomas was through. He released the hips he'd been holding, and Roger slid to the ground. Only then did Tomas hear the little whimpers from the boy. He lay next to him, put his arms around him, and pulled him tight. "Roger, honey... are you all right? I shouldn't have gone so hard..." "No, I'm okay," Roger said weakly. "Just... a little sore. But, oh, was that good. Oh, yeaaaa... totally awwesome!" Roger sighed deeply and curled into Tomas. Tomas stayed with the boys until the first light began to appear in the sky. Davy and Roger grinned broadly as they said goodbye to the teen, and when Tomas looked back they were already in a 69. Richard sent a newspaper clipping with one of his letters. Someone from a smaller fine arts newspaper had reviewed a concert the high school had given. Richard was mentioned by name; the review said he had played "with attention to detail, contributing to the emotion invested by the composer and bringing the piece to life for an appreciative audience." His letter also referred to some nights he had shared with his friend there. Tomas sensed that Richard didn't want him to feel he was hiding anything from him, and when he answered the letter he told Richard about Davy and Roger. Richard called when he received that letter. Tomas had been doing homework at the kitchen table. "I just want to tell you that I love you," Richard said. When he understood that Tomas' mother was there, he continued, "I know you can't say everything you want to say. I just want you to know there is no one in my life like you." "Me, too," Tomas answered quietly. "And thank you about Davy. He needs somebody like you," Richard said. "It's so hard being away from you. But I think of you all the time. We'll be together. We will. It has to be that way." "Yes, it will be," Tomas said. "I love you, Tomas." "Me, too," Tomas answered him. He pretended he was still listening for a minute after Richard had hung up; he didn't want his mother to see his eyes until he could blink the blurriness away. Neither could attend the other's high school graduation. The Roths flew to New York to be at Richard's graduation. Davy was still in school and couldn't go with them, so he went with Tomas' mother to see Tomas graduate the very next afternoon. Davy slept with Tomas in Tomas' bed that night. No sex, Tomas had told him, not with his mother in the house. But they got naked and cuddled until they fell asleep. The shortest two weeks in the world were the weeks Richard was home after his graduation before leaving for Strasbourg, France. He would spend nine months studying with a world-famous pianist before returning to Boston, where he would enroll in a music school. Tomas wanted to spend those two weeks with him, every second of them. He sensed that the Roths felt he was imposing on them, practically living at their house. "Fuck that," Richard said one night. "This is my life. You're my life. I'll decide what I want, and what I want is you." Davy joined them sometimes, but he knew they needed time to themselves, too. They always welcomed Davy, now a real teen, into the bed they shared, but Davy was right. They needed every moment together they could get. It was the following summer, after Tomas had spent his first year in college, that they managed to get away together. The Roths had bought a small cabin on a lake about an hour away, and Richard had announced that he needed to use it for a week. He needed to rest, he said. And Tomas would spend the week with him. The handsome sixteen-year-old Davy winked knowingly at them when they drove off. It was a week of paradise, they decided. It rained the first three days, and they spent those days inside, usually in bed. But that was their paradise. Then the sun came out. They spent time swimming and lying in the sun, but most of their time was spent, still, inside. They talked. And they made love. Both were now more man than boy, at twenty and nineteen. But they made love like the boys they had been, as though they were discovering each other's bodies all over again. Tomas was now six feet tall. His dark complexion seemed to glow on his muscular frame. He was still smooth all over except for the thick bush of dark hair at the base of his dick. Richard liked to tease the hair with his fingers and watch Tomas' seven inches throb and wave in the air. And Richard was more the boy he had been. Still short for his age, he was only five feet eight inches. He was slender but toned, because he had followed Tomas' advice about staying in shape. And he was pleased that he could give a six-and-a-half inch dick to his lover. "Oooooooo..." Richard groaned one night as Tomas was gently licking his cock. The muscles in Richard's thigh had begun to quiver from the tension of his body, from his need. Tomas loved to virtually torture the cock he was feasting on, watching it turn a bright red, licking at the precum Richard continually produced for him. "Now," Tomas whispered to Richard. He sat astride Richard, facing him, and lowered his ass onto the wet cock. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh..." They sighed together as he sat fully onto The Dick. But Richard had been too close to stop. He fucked upward into Tomas' hot ass and, in a matter of moments, he came hard and repeatedly. His grunts accented every shot until, at last, he was emptied. But Tomas continued to sit on him. He would relax the muscles holding The Dick inside him a moment, then he would tense them. Richard groaned. Tomas was keeping him hard. He was refusing to let The Dick fall from his ass, keeping himself firmly seated on Richard's groin. Richard looked up at the most beautiful face he'd ever known. Tomas was slightly smiling, his eyes half closed. He was teasing a nipple with one hand, rocking back and forth a bit. He's enjoying my body, Richard thought to himself. Just like when we were kids. I'm turning him on as much now as I did then. It must always be like this for us. Richard smiled, too. Then he closed his eyes and groaned as his ultra-sensitive cock was massaged again by the ass holding him tightly. And when Tomas brought him to another huge climax later, still sitting on his cock, Richard moaned so loudly he wound up laughing at himself. Tomas fell to the side, laughing with him. Their laughter became giggles, and they were boys again. "Oh god," Tomas gasped when he finally got control of the giggles. "Yeah," Richard laughed. "That's what happens when you torture a poor guy like that." "You know The Dick loved it," Tomas grinned. "I sort of liked it myself," Richard said as he tweaked Tomas' nipple. Tomas looked into Richard's eyes for a moment and then kissed his lips. Their tongues met, and they rolled together, holding each other tightly as though they were trying to climb into each other. They gasped for breath at the same time, but they returned to the passionate kiss. When they parted and lay back, Richard's hand wandered to Tomas' thigh and stroked it slowly. The smooth, warm skin belied the strong muscle just beneath it. Richard turned over onto his stomach so he could reach the large ballsac between his lover's legs. He played with the big balls, letting his fingers roll them around and around. Then they moved as though they were one. Tomas spread his legs as Richard straddled him, face to groin and groin to face. Lips met cocks and fingers played with balls as they began one of their lenghty 69 sessions. Richard inhaled deeply as he pressed his face into the balls below him. He sucked lightly on the skin of the warm sac, then he licked around the sac to the base of Tomas' cock. He shuddered when he felt his own cock taken fully into Tomas' mouth, and he sucked slowly as the hot bulbous head in front of him. Yes, they were men now. But inside, where it really mattered, they were the boys they had always been, the boys who had loved to play the way boys have always played. Because they were apart for such long stretches of time, they made love often during that week. But it was also that week they began to make real plans for the future.