Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2008 12:25:45 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 2 (t/b) This story is completely fiction, describing the relationships among young teens and a young boy. 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 2 (t/b) That night in bed, Richard quietly slipped his briefs down and off his slender legs. His dick had been hard ever since he'd tried doing his homework. He had to stop halfway through an English assignment because he kept losing track of where he was; his mind would wander to that afternoon in the park, and his dick would take over. He had to be quiet because his bedroom wasn't private. Well, it wasn't his bedroom; it was really his little brother's. His was still being replastered and painted, and he wouldn't move into it for another week. The large house his parents had found wasn't in the best condition, but his dad said it would only be a matter of time before it was the pride of the neighborhood. He kept the sheet up in case Davy woke up. Davy had become nosy in a way only nine-year-olds can, wanting to know everything that was Richard's own private business. Well, Richard thought, if I have to have a brother I guess Davy's better than some. Nevertheless, he couldn't wait until he got his own room; he loved to sleep naked, and Davy wouldn't understand that at all. He was sleeping in his briefs, just as his brother was. Richard reached for his hard dick, closed his eyes, and tried to picture Tomas standing in front of him, naked. He couldn't quite picture him naked, so he settled for the big cock he had seen at the urinal. So big! Richard pumped his dick slowly. His almost-four inches were fully engorged, and he could feel his dick throbbing. He wanted this pleasure to last a long time, this memory of the very first dick he'd ever gotten a good look at, except for his own. But he just couldn't help but get to that point of no return pretty quickly. He made little grunts as he shot his watery drops into his hand. He raised his hand to his mouth and licked. Then he used his finger to clean his dickhead and licked that cum, too. With a long sigh, he lay back on the bed, pulling the sheet up over his groin. This was when he always felt badly, like he'd done something truly awful, something of which he should be ashamed. He deliberately turned his thoughts to Tomas, not to that restroom business but to the way he'd met the older boy. He'd finally met somebody who, maybe, could be a friend. And damn if he hadn't blown it! Surely, it hadn't been some kind of sick joke just to get the new jewboy out so the other jocks could pound on him. No, he decided. Tomas wasn't like that. And then he'd blown it! That's me, Richard thought. I get all hopeful about making a friend, someone who won't think I'm too different to be a friend, then I blow it. That's my record. I ought to be in the Book of World Records as the guy who blew the greatest number of chances to make friends. The next day he looked for Tomas all morning but never saw him. He realized they hadn't said anything specific about meeting again. He also figured that Tomas probably wouldn't be too likely to want to see him again, not after yesterday. He looked all afternoon and caught a glimpse of Tomas in the hallway, but he was too far away to say anything or even catch his eye. Maybe that's best, he thought. It wasn't until the last period that he realized how he could see Tomas again. The seventh grade team had a game at 4:00. He'd be late getting home, but nobody there cared. Richard found himself a good seat, and his eyes never left Tomas when he was on the floor. Richard lost track of his new friend when he was on the bench, because he couldn't see down there very well. At halftime, the team disappeared into the locker room, and Richard realized that at the end of the game they would all be in there, undressing, naked... And Tomas would be the best looking boy there, Richard decided. When the game was over, Richard wasn't sure what to do. He decided to wait at the end of the walkway between buildings to see if Tomas would come out the side door with the rest of the team. Almost everyone had left before Tomas appeared. Richard was suddenly uncertain that this was the best thing to do, just walk up to him. Would he be glad to see him, or would he wish he'd go away? I couldn't blame him if he just ignored me. "Hey," Tomas called when he saw Richard walking toward him. "You like the game?" "Yeah," Richard said, a little surprised that Tomas had greeted him instead of waiting for Richard to speak first. "Tough to lose, though." "Sure. But you can't win every time." Tomas grinned. His white teeth contrasted with the dark lips surrounding them. His black hair was still damp from the shower. "Um... You got to go home?" Richard asked. "Yeah. I'm hungry." Tomas rubbed his belly. "Hey! You want a hamburger? I make them big and juicy." "Yeah, that would be great," Richard answered. Tomas unlocked his bike from the rack, and the two walked away from the school. "You looked great out there today," Richard said. Then he blushed. "I mean..." "Thanks, buddy. I saw you up there." In fact, Tomas had made some of his moves on the floor specifically because he was aware that Richard was watching him. The strange boy intrigued him. The boys talked about the game and school as they walked to the southside. They compared schedules and found that they shared no classes at all, though they shared the same teachers for a couple of classes. They did have the same lunch period, though Richard ate in the cafeteria and Tomas, who brought his lunch, ate in the smaller gym. Tomas' house was in a neighborhood very different than Richard's. The houses were smaller and much closer together. Many of them were not in good repair, but the house where Tomas lived had been freshly painted, and the yard was full of flowers. After they stored Tomas' bike in the garage, they went into the kitchen. The house was small, just the kitchen, living room, and two bedrooms. It was just Tomas and his mom, he explained as he led Richard back into his own bedroom. He quickly stripped off his jeans and put on a pair of shorts, as thought he were oblivious of Richard's presence. Richard loved the flashing image of Tomas' strong brown thighs and the round butt inside his white briefs. Back in the kitchen, Tomas got out what he needed for the burgers. "It's okay if you eat here, isn't it? Will your folks mind?" Tomas asked. "Naw, it's fine," Richard said. "They don't care. If it's just my little brother at the table, they'll figure I'm somewhere taking care of myself." "Mom is working until 8:00 this week, so I usually fix my own supper and leave enough for her when she gets back. She's a nurse," Tomas explained. "My folks are always working. They're both bloodsuckers." Richard laughed at Tomas' questioning look. "Lawyers," he grinned. "I hardly ever seen them. Doesn't matter. I take care of myself." "I don't know what I'd do without mom," Tomas said as he prepared the meat patties. "She works so damn hard. Overtime, too. Says she's going to get me through college." Richard was silent. It was obvious that he took for granted some of the conveniences of life that other people had to work very hard to get. His folks had told him they had a trust fund set up for his college. And he didn't even want to go to college. When the burgers were done -- they smelled delicious -- Tomas set a bowl of potato salad on the table and got out some chips. Richard felt a little awkward helping to set the table, something he'd never done before. When they sat down, Tomas said he wanted to say grace before they ate. That was new to Richard, too. Tomas closed his eyes and said, "Thank you for the food we've got to eat. And thank you for Richard, my friend. Amen." He made the sign of the cross. He looked up to find Richard staring down at his hands. When he raised his head, Tomas saw his eyes were wet. "You... you thanked him... for me," he stammered. "Yeah. I'm glad..." Tomas was uncertain about Richard's tears. Richard stood up from the table and walked to the counter, keeping his back to Tomas. Tomas followed him and stood behind him. "I didn't mean to upset you..." Richard turned to him with a sad smile. "Nobody ever thanked him for me before." Tomas put his arms awkwardly around Richard and pulled him against himself. Richard was stiff for a moment, then his arms went around Tomas as he lay his head on Tomas' shoulder. Tomas could feel the younger boy's chest and shoulders shaking and knew that he was crying, though he couldn't hear a thing. "You're my friend, Richard. It's okay. I need a friend, too." He let Richard cry against him for a minute, then pulled him away and looked him in the face. "I need a friend, too," he repeated, "and I don't care if he's a little different." He smiled. "And a friend who will help me eat those burgers before they get cold." Richard grinned and wiped his face. As they ate, Richard felt more at ease with Tomas than he had with anyone for a long time. Maybe ever. After they finished, Tomas put a hamburger patty in the refrigerator for his mother when she got home; they washed and put away the dishes. They walked back into Tomas' small room, Tomas sitting on the chair at his table and Richard on the bed. While eating, they had discovered that, though they were not in the same English class, they were reading the same material. Tomas showed Richard the start he'd made on the essay they both needed to turn in at the end of the week. "You said you get pretty good grades," Richard said. "Well, yeah." "So could you, maybe, help me with some of this? The English. I get the reading done okay, and I like the stories. Well, some of them. But I'm not so good at the writing. Maybe history too?" "Sure," Tomas said. He got his history text and sat on the bed next to Richard. They leafed through it to see where their different classes had gotten. As they talked, Tomas' bare knee touched Richard's jeans, and neither boys moved to pull away. The sight of his knee against Richard made Tomas' dick stiffen in his shorts. He caught Richard glancing at it. "Ah, that just happens sometimes," Tomas said, grinning. "Can't help it." "Yeah, me, too," Richard said. "I get a boner pretty quick sometimes." He reddened just a bit at the subject. Tomas spread his legs and his hard dick was a little more prominent. When he realized it, he closed his legs a bit. "You jack off a lot? I do," he volunteered. "Um, yeah, I guess." Richard flashed back to the good look he'd gotten of Tomas' dick in the toilet at the park, at the way it had stiffened when the older boy had stroked it once. "I mean... I guess most guys do, right?" He didn't really want to talk about this. "Sure, I imagine. Can you cum yet?" Damn, Richard thought. But for some reason he felt comfortable enough with Tomas he could answer him. He knew that would not have happened with anyone else. "Yeah," and he couldn't stop the flush that rose to his cheeks. "But I just started, like, a couple of months ago." He could hardly believe he was talking to another boy about sex stuff. "That's cool," Tomas grinned. He let the conversation drift into silence for a few moments. He'd noticed Richard's flush; he didn't want to make him pull back from... From what? He was coming on to Richard, he thought. But he wanted to be careful; this strange boy could be something he wouldn't be able to deal with. "So, you ever jack off with another guy?" Tomas tried to make his voice sound casual, but he knew it was a critical moment for Richard. It could be "Yes" or "No." It could be the truth or a lie. Richard sat up straighter. This was not something he wanted to talk about with another guy at all. His dick suddenly seemed hot. "Um... I need to go to the bathroom," he said as he started to rise. Tomas closed his hand around Richard's wrist. "Don't go in there to do it, Richard. Every guy needs a little relief sometimes. Let's just do it together." He grinned. "This bed's seen a lot of jacking off at night." Richard couldn't help but return the grin with a nervous grin of his own. So had his own bed! And jacking off with another guy... well, that would be pretty cool. Just a thing boys did sometimes. Nothing gay about it. Just something guys do... Tomas stood up. "Hey, let's get rid of some of these clothes," he said, and then he stepped away. He quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head, kicked his shoes off, and pulled his shorts off. Gary had never been this close to an almost-naked boy before. Well, there was the shower room at school, but that wasn't like this. This was in a guy's own bedroom! He couldn't believe the boy standing before him was only 13. His eyes slowly moved across Tomas' strong shoulders and over his well-formed pecs. Tomas' nipples were hard and dark. His waist was tight and his belly showed the promise of a six-pac. His hips were slender and his thighs muscular. Richard was aware that his dick was making a bulge in his jeans, but for the first time he didn't care that the person he was watching with would notice. Tomas reached over and unbuttoned Richard's shirt and waited for Richard to pull it off himself. Richard was obviously a little self-conscious. His shoulders were narrower than Tomas' and his chest showed only the hint of pecs. It was smooth, the nipples a pale pink against Richard's white skin. Tomas unfastened Richard's belt and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down until they fell to his ankles. Following Tomas' lead, Richard kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his jeans. A wave of embarrassment passed over Richard. He'd never been almost naked -- just his briefs -- with a guy like this, a guy who looked so much better than he did. The locker room at school didn't count at all. This was different! They sat back on the edge of the bed. Tomas adjusted his hard dick inside his briefs once, then he began to rub it. Richard did the same. All guys jack off, he told himself. All guys jack off. Sometimes with another guy. Don't they? It's natural to get a hardon right now. Natural. Tomas probably did it lot, a good-looking guy like him, Richard thought. So it's not like it's a queer thing... Tomas reached over and cupped his hand around Richard's pouch. Richard jumped and pulled back a bit. "It's just me here, Richard." Tomas knew he was gambling. But he also knew that both he and Richard, somehow, needed to trust each other. He pulled his own briefs down low enough that the waistband caught under his balls. His cock and balls were exposed fully to his new friend. Richard looked at one of the few cocks, other than his own, he'd ever seen closely. The skin was dark. The corona made a beautiful crown around the flair of the dickhead; it was a dark circle around a full cockhead that was such a dark pink it was almost purple. A small amount of dark hair curled outward from Tomas' pubic mound and pointed to the manhood below it. His balls were held up and out by the waistband and were hairless, smooth round globes ready to do their job. Even as he stared, Richard saw Tomas' dick grow slightly. Soon it was it's full five inches. "My god," Richard said breathlessly. "It's..." He swallowed hard. "Beautiful," he finished. Shit, he thought immediately. Twelve-year-old guys don't use words like that about... dicks! Richard hesitated a moment, then he pulled his briefs down and, copying Tomas, caught them under his balls. Richard glanced down at his dick, growing quickly, and looked back up at Tomas. Richard's dick was pointing away from his body now. It was not quite 4 inches long and not terribly thick. His mound was bare, and his balls were completely smooth. "I'm not... like you..." he started. Tomas interrupted him. He moved closer and took Richard's hard dick in his hand. "You're just like me. Let's jack each other," he said quietly. He felt Richard tense at his touch, but he also felt Richard's cock pulse in his hand. Richard reached hesitantly for Tomas. The older boy was now fully hard, and his cock was standing proudly. Tomas' dick was both longer and thicker than most thirteen-year-old boys. It was already leaking precum. Richard closed his hand around it, touching another boy's dick for the first time in his life. He felt Tomas slowly jacking his own cock, but he couldn't take his eyes from the one in his hand. He'd never imagined a young teen cock could be this big, this thick, this wet. Richard's hand moved the silky skin over the hardness inside. Even in the dim light he could see the drop of precum grow larger. Tomas slowly jacked Richard. He knew Richard's dick was a little small for his age, but he wasn't about to say so. He could feel the young smooth dick throbbing with eagerness, and he sped up his strokes. With every other stroke he let his fingers brush the balls Richard's waistband seemed to hold out to him. He looked up at the younger boy for a moment and saw Richard's eyes locked on Tomas' dick. "Jack it for me, Richard. Make me cum for you," Tomas whispered. Tomas's voice turned the boy on even more, and he sped his movement. He could not believe he was finally holding another boy's cock in his hand, feeling it move, watching it drip precum. He made a whimpering little sound as his own dick was pleased. He was embarrassed at his sound for only a moment, then the sensuality of the experience overwhelmed him. He was jacking the dick of a jock, a really sexy jock, standing close to him, smelling him... And this jock was jacking him off... Tomas felt his orgasm begin, and he moved his cock through Richard's hand a little faster. At the same time he sped his hand on Richard's dick. Both were panting now, both caught up in the very beginning of the explosion inside, in the need for release... Tomas grunted once, then a second time. His cockhead shot out a stream of cum that landed on his thigh; it was followed by three more smaller spurts. "Uhhhhh..." Richard had to close his eyes as his dick spasmed in Tomas' hand. There were only a couple of drops. He had only recently been able to actually cum, but he had never experienced a feeling like this. With another boy's hand doing the work for him... "Uhhhhhhhh.......!" The boys continued to milk each other's dicks for a moment, then their shoulders dropped as they let out the breath they'd been holding. Tomas pulled his hand away from Richard's dick and, almost without thinking, licked the cum from his fingers. It was automatic; he always licked his fingers after he'd cum. "You ate my cum, man," Richard whispered. He looked at the cum on his own hand and licked at it, then he cleaned his fingers eagerly, tasting cum whiter and more tangy than his own. The boys quietly pulled their briefs up over their wet dicks. Richard put his jeans back on, zipped up, and looked at the teen dressing in front of him. He had touched this jock's dick! Jacked him off! Licked his cum! He could feel his wet dick in his pants stir again. Richard felt his face flush with... embarrassment? Guilt? He'd done something he'd never thought he would do. Ever. And he enjoyed it. But he couldn't let on. No, he shouldn't have enjoyed something like that. Certainly not enjoyed it as much as he had. What they'd just done was... something they shouldn't have done at all He shouldn't have... Because that would be queer... Richard grabbed the rest of his clothes, got into them quickly, and headed for the door. "Hey, um... I got to get going... ah, home. See you at school." And he was gone. Tomas listened to the back door slam shut. Richard had run like a scared rabbit. Maybe that was my fault, Tomas thought. Pushed him too hard. Too fast. I know he's gay, Tomas thought. There's no way he isn't. But this isn't the way to deal with it. I can't pressure him like that. This is too new for him. I can't push him now. He threw his briefs into his dirty clothes hamper and lay back on his bed, naked, replaying in his mind everything that had happened. Of course, Richard had enjoyed it, he thought. He sure had a great cum. And feeling that hot dick of his sure set me off. He sucked on his finger and reached down to fingerfuck himself slowly. But I may have just chased the poor guy away, he thought. For good.