Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2008 13:49:38 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 4 (t/b oral) This story is completely fiction, describing the relationships among boys, a young teen and younger boys. If this offends you, or it you are not 18 years of age, of if it is illegal where you reside to read such material, you must leave. Copyright 2008 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. PLEASE NOTE: A movie in the last chapter. Yes, it is an actual movie, but the name was given incorrectly. The proper title is "This Boy's Life," released in 1993. I will try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 4 (t/b oral) Richard's mother opened the door with a flourish. "Tomas! I'm so glad you could bring your mother!" Tomas' mother smiled as she followed her son into the impressive foyer of the big house. "It's Rita," she said. "Please call me Rita." "And I'm Doris Roth, of course. Come on into the den. Frank is fixing some drinks for us there." Doris turned, her expensive satin skirt flaring and following her across the floor. "Frank, here they are!" She sounded as though she were introducing royalty. "This is Rita, and you know Tomas." Tomas moved to the side of the big room to a chair where Richard sat uncomfortably. They first exchanged small smiles. Then Richard winced at the evening ahead of them. Tomas nodded his silent agreement. Richard had brought a couple of sodas from the wet bar across the room, and the boys talked quietly while the grownups got acquainted. "I told you she'd make this a big production," Gary groaned. "Hey, cheer up, buddy. It's not so bad." Tomas was feeling a little out-of-place in the surroundings, but he didn't want to show his feelings to his friend. The boys overheard the adults talking about them. "And Tomas has been helping poor Richard with his homework so much!" Doris insisted on pronouncing the name "Thomas." And she made her son sound like a real loser. "Grades up!" Frank boomed. "Can't get into college without good grades. And middle school gets him ready for high school!" "Fuck," Richard whispered, "I don't even want to go to college." The boys had tried to prepare themselves for the big dinner as best they could. Tomas' mother, Rita, had met Richard at their home very informally and had made him feel welcome. But Mrs. Roth, Richard's mother, insisted on a big dinner get-together for all of them so they could "get to know each other better." "It's an excuse to show off, for one thing," Richard had fumed. "And she really wants to check out your family, you know." "What do you mean?" Tomas had asked. "She knows your dad died. She just doesn't know..." Richard was uncomfortable with the awkwardness of it. "Well, she wants to know if you're from a home good enough to be friends with her precious little boy." Tomas had laughed. "Precious little boy? You mean little Davy?" "No, asshole! I mean me." But Richard had grinned. "She's got to be this classy fancy-smancy society woman," he continued, returning to the subject of his mother, "and she wants to make sure you're good enough for me." Tomas had stared at him. "I know! I know!" Richard had been steaming again. "I'm sorry." He reddened. "I'm sorry. Really. But we've got to do it or she won't let me go over to your house anymore, or you come over here. I'm sorry." Tomas had rubbed his shoulder and said he understood, although he was a little upset at the woman's presumptuousness -- not to mention her prejudice. And so now they had to suffer through a formal dinner. Tomas knew his mother had had little experience -- if any! -- with such things. He felt like he was putting her through the wringer. She had understood, though. And she had said they'd enjoy the evening. But he knew she hadn't been looking forward to it any more than he had. He realized, again, what sacrifices she was willing to make for him. So they enjoyed it. The dinner was too much food. Too many plates, too much silverware. The food was whisked on and off the table by a woman who rushed in and out the kitchen. The conversation, when not focusing on the two boys, was rather stilted. But they survived. When dessert was finished, Doris said, "Why don't you boys go upstairs and play, and we grownups will talk down here." Upstairs, Richard giggled, "What are we 'boys' going to 'play?' How about we play with my toy train. Or maybe my building blocks?" Tomas laughed. "I guess if we boys get bored we could play with The Dick." They laughed. Davy had been exiled to a friend's house for the night, and they were supposed to be working on more of their shared assignments for history. They pulled chairs up to Richard's desk -- he had a real desk with drawers -- and opened their books. "Tomas? I need to ask you something." "Sure, Richard." "We have a lot of fun together. I mean, the... well, you know what I mean." Richard blushed. "You mean the sex," Tomas said with a grin. "Yeah," Richard grinned back. "But I need to know. I mean..." He took a deep breath. "You've never said, Tomas. Are you... gay?" "Yes, Richard. I am." Tomas watched Richard carefully. His friend was silent for a moment. "Then I guess maybe I am, too. Am I, Tomas?" Richard asked. "I can't say, Richard. That's something you have to find out yourself." "I didn't want to be. I didn't. To be, well, queer, that's even worse than being a Jew." He quickly took a breath. "I don't mean that it is... I mean being queer. It's not bad. I mean, gay." Richard's face twisted in his discomfort. He was afraid he'd just insulted his new friend! "I'm different, okay?" he continued. "I didn't want to be that different! I tried not to be..." His voice faded. "Richard, if a guy is gay, that's the way it is. You don't think I wish I was just like everybody else? Sometimes I do, you know. But I'm gay, and I can't change that." "I don't know what to do, Tomas." Richard sounded miserable. "I guess maybe we can help each other, Richard. Maybe we can find out what to do together." "I'm... scared, Tomas." And he was. He was already such an outsider, he didn't know how he could handle being completely ostracized. A queer jewboy. Could there be anything worse? "It's something we have to keep to ourselves, Richard. And we can. I told you. I've known I was gay for a long time. Nobody at school knows. Not even my mom knows." "Oh god," Richard groaned. "If my folks ever find out..." "They don't need to, buddy. At least, not right now. Right now, it can be just the two of us. We can be here for each other." Tomas lay his hand on Richard's knee. Richard turned a tear-stained face toward him. At that moment the twelve-year-old boy looked as though he were years younger, a mere child forced to face some grownup realities he didn't even want to know about. "Be afraid," Tomas said. "That's what a friend told me about it once. It's better to be afraid, enough afraid that you're very careful the wrong people don't find out. At least when you're a kid like us. He said when a guy's older he can decide about... well, being open about it. But a kid needs to be careful." He put his arm around the younger boy. "Being afraid helps us be careful." "Why don't they like people like... us?" Gary asked, his voice breaking. "For the same reason they don't like Jews or sissy music," Tomas said, grinning. "If something's too different, people don't even try to understand." Richard leaned into him, resting his head on the older boy's shoulder. "But I found out that Jewish queers who like sissy music are pretty great guys," Tomas whispered into his ear. "They make great boyfriends." Richard raised his head. "Boyfriends? Is that... what we are now? Boyfriends?" "I hope so. I want it to be that way," Tomas answered as he brushed a kiss across Richard's cheek. Richard turned his head to meet Tomas' lips. Just briefly. "I want it that way, too." Their lips met again, and, completely oblivious to where they were and who was just on the other side of a door and down a flight of steps, their tongues met to flick against each other once, then again. Then they delved deeply into each other's mouth, tasting each other, breathing each other's breath. Their tongues raked across teeth and gums, inner cheeks and palate. They held each other tightly, their faces moving gently side to side as they kissed, tasted, breathed... "Boys!" Doris' cry up the stairs separated them, and they opened the door and went down to rejoin the adults. Mrs. Morales was putting her coat on and thanking Doris for a lovely evening. "And did you boys get some work done?" Doris asked. "Yeah, mom," Richard answered. "Some pretty important stuff." "Wonderful!" As Tomas and his mother left Richard whispered to Tomas, "I'll call you in about 30 minutes." In the car and back a home, Tomas and his mother reviewed the evening. "I guess we passed muster," his mother smiled. "Oh, mama, you're always wonderful. Thanks for going. And I know they loved you. Everybody does." "Well, they won't love me at the hospital if I don't get to work on time!" She hurried into her bedroom to change clothes, kissed Tomas goodbye, and ran back to the car. The phone was ringing as the door closed behind her. "Hey, Tomas," Richard's voice came from the receiver. "Well," Tomas smiled, "did we pass muster?" "What's that mean?" Richard asked. "It means, Are we acceptable? It means, Can I play with momma's precious little boy?" Tomas said teasingly. "Oh, fuck you," Richard laughed. "Davy's not here right now; you'll have to settle for The Dick. And not that I give a damn what my folks think, but your mom wowed them. You are now certified as acceptable company for the likes of me." "See you at school tomorrow, precious little boy. Hey," Tomas added. "Can you come over after school? We'll get something to eat and work on that history we should have worked on tonight." "Sure! That's great. Ah... night, Tomas." "Night, Richard." "Wait! Wait!" Richard called before he replaced the receiver. "What is it?" Tomas asked. "Um... Night, boyfriend," Richard said softly. "Night, boyfriend," Tomas responded. As Richard replaced the phone, Tomas' words were still in his ear: "precious little boy." They had been Richard's own words, mocking his mother earlier in the evening. But, coming from Tomas the words sounded a little different... Almost as though... he could be Tomas' precious... Boyfriends... That night two dicks -- the five-inch dick of a handsome thirteen-year-old and the almost-four-inch dick of an excited twelve-year-old -- shot onto their respective bellies within ten minutes of each other. And for the first time, the twelve-year-old didn't feel the least bit guilty afterwards. And from across the room, through half-closed eyes, a curious nine-year-old watched his big brother jack off and then eagerly jerked on his own little prick. The next afternoon, the boys found it very difficult to keep their minds on history. But Tomas insisted that they get to the point where they had agreed to finish before they abandoned history for more exciting things. "But we need to eat first," Tomas said as he set the textbooks aside. "I'm hungry, too," Richard said. "But I know the meat I want to eat." "The Dick is a sex hound. Thank god!" Tomas grinned, kissed Richard on the cheek, and left the bedroom for the kitchen. Richard had gotten into the habit of helping Tomas in the kitchen. He'd figured it would get meals over quicker so they could get to the bedroom faster, but he'd learned to enjoy it. The simple meal was soon prepared and eaten, and the dishes were washed and put away. "You sure keep things neat and clean around here," Richard said. He'd also noticed that Tomas apparently did his own laundry. He thought of all the help his family had at home. He didn't even know how to use the washing machine! "Just me and mama," Tomas said. "So we both sort of do what we need to. Besides, she works hard. She's usually pretty tired when she gets home, especially when she's on a night shift, like now." Inside Tomas' bedroom, Tomas turned and held out his arms. "Come to me, precious boy!" Richard giggled, but he also blushed. Tomas had teased him with Richard's mother's silly words several times. But Richard kind of liked it, too. They hugged. "I'm here, boyfriend," Richard said. "I know," Tomas said into Richard's ear as he licked it. "I can feel you." And he pressed his groin to Richard's. "I can feel The Dick." Both boys were more than aware of the two hard young dicks between them. Richard groaned, feeling Tomas' hard cock pressing into his own. They kissed, their tongues tangling together, pushing deeply into each other's mouths as their groins pressed urgently together. Tomas broke the kiss and stood back, pulling his t-shirt over his head. He knew how much Richard loved to watch him strip. Richard audibly sighed as he saw the beautiful chest revealed to him again. Tomas unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He stepped out of them. Richard's eyes traveled up and down, from Tomas' face to his feet. They had sucked and jacked each other several times now, but they didn't always have the chance to be naked together. When he stepped closer to Richard again, Tomas resumed the kiss, but his hands unbuttoned Richard's shirt and undid his pants. Richard was out of them quickly, and the two boys grasped each other tightly as their kiss deepened, their chests rubbed together, their cotton-covered crotches barely able to contain their treasures, and their thighs pressed together. Tomas pulled his chest back just a bit so he could reach up and tease Richard's nipples. They hardened, the little nub of flesh in the center pointing outward. Tomas moved close enough that both pairs of nipples teased each other now, their tight, hard point brushing side to side. Richard held his breath, afraid that even a small breath might move his chest just enough to spoil the electric contact. Richard pulled Tomas back and onto his bed. Tomas landed on top of him and he felt the older boys' groin grind into his own. Tomas sucked lightly at Richard's nipple, brushing his teeth lightly against it, and his hands found the waistband of his briefs. He pulled the briefs down as he moved his face down and licked around the smooth pubic mound; it was so smooth his tongue couldn't even feel the few whisps of hair. Tomas threw Richard's briefs onto the floor and quickly removed his own. The boys were naked, Tomas kneeling between Richard's spread legs, their dicks hard and eager. Tomas lowered his head and passed by Richard's almost-four hard inches to lick at his ballsac, smooth, warm. He felt the two globes, smaller than his own, with his tongue, then he sucked at them. His warm tongue circled them again. He kissed one, then the other. He carefully lifted them with his tongue and brough them back into his mouth, sucking gently. "Oh, fuck, man... yeah... suck my balls suck... suck..." Richard's voice was raspy, demanding. He raised his hips toward the older boy, but Tomas made no move yet to suck his dick. Richard groaned in frustration and need. "Awwwww.... man...." Tomas suddenly rolled over and pulled Richard with him. Their positions were reversed. Tomas was on his back, and Richard was lying on top of him. Richard started to kiss the lips in front of him, but Tomas shook his head. "No, man. I want your cock, Richard. Turn around; kneel over me." Richard turned and found himself kneeling over Tomas, his face just above the long, dark cock and his own dick dangling down toward Tomas' lips. Instinctively, he moved to suck the older boy's dick, and he felt the warm wetness of Tomas' lips and tongue on his own cockhead. Each fed at the other's hardness, sucking and licking feverishly. Pleasure swept though Richard's body as the boys were linked, for the first time, mouth-to-cock and cock-to-mouth. Tomas opened his mouth wider and took all almost-four inches deeply, just as he'd been taught. He felt the twelve-year-old cockhead at the rear of his mouth and swallowed, allowing it to rest in the opening of his throat. He heard Richard groan with his mouth full of Tomas' longer, thicker dick. Tomas reached up with his hands and cupped the ass above him, his thumbs massaging the inside of Richard's crack. He sucked the cock in his mouth as his thumbs reached the center of the soft crack and moved the sides of Richard's tight pucker. Tomas could feel the pucker and the smoothness around it. He couldn't quite see it, but he knew that would happen later. His thumbs toyed with Richard's hole; his tongue toyed with the cock in his mouth. Richard was wild with need as he felt his dick enter Tomas' throat; the throat constricted as the older boy swallowed. The thumbs teasing his puckerhole made his knees weak. His hips shook. His sucking of Tomas' dick was now almost automatic; Richard's mind was fully focused on the growing urgency his dick and his ass were communicating to his brain. Asshole and cock. It seemed as though every drop of blood in his body had rushed to his center, enflaming some inner connection between asshole and cock. Both were alive with sexual pleasure. He burned with more need than most twelve-year-old ever know. Tomas swallowed once again against the hot cockhead, and that was all Richard could take. He shot hard into the depths of Tomas' throat, his dick convulsing again and again. His cock had just begun to ooze the last of his cum when his own mouth was filled with the hot cream Tomas shot out into him. He swallowed and his mouth was filled again. His own balls emptied, Richard sucked on Tomas' cock one last time and was rewarded with the last drops of the teen's cum. He groaned and fell to the bed on his side, completely exhausted. His eyes were closed, and his breath caught in gasps. He felt movement and opened his eyes to see that Tomas had turned around to lie next to him. Their faces were only inches apart, and they lay looking into each other's eyes in silence. Each still had a bit of the other's cum on his lips. "Oh, man... Oh, Tomas, I never felt anything like... You gave me so much cum, man..." Tomas remained silent, smiling into Richard's eyes. "Are you going to..." Richard hesitated a moment. "Are you going to fuck me?" "Some day, Richard. Yes. Let's not rush things too much, okay?" Tomas smiled, and Richard felt it in his belly. "How'd you know... how'd you learn to do all that stuff? Oh, Tomas, man, that was the best I ever felt..." "I had a friend once, taught me things," Tomas said quietly. "Teach me," Richard said, simply. "Oh, we're both going to learn a lot of things," Tomas agreed, grinning.