Date: Wed, 7 May 2008 09:23:15 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 9 (t/b/b oral) 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 9 (t/b/b oral) Camp Lakeside was everything the brochure promised, down to the happy, laughing boys running all over the place. Mrs. Roth had driven them to the camp, and Tomas had tried not to appear too eager. He'd never been very far away from Springfield. And, except for those sleepovers at Richard's, he'd never spent a night away from home. The boys were welcomed by the camp staff and assigned to a cabin with six other boys. The camp was for boys who had completed the sixth, seventh, or eighth grades, so Tomas, though he was just out of the seventh grade, was one of the older boys in camp. The other boys in their cabin ranged from eleven to thirteen, so at fourteen (just barely) Tomas was the oldest of them. Their cabin counselor was a college student named Randy, who would work at the camp all summer. A few of the boys knew him from the previous year. All the boys seemed a little self-conscious that first day, even those returning from a previous year. The dining hall, where they met for a first session, was built of logs but well-equipped; the cabin was a simple frame structure of redwood. In the cabin they were given the official camp t-shirt and camp shorts, which were to be the uniform for the week. They were given three sets and told that they could be washed as necessary. They were told to change and get down to the beach for the swimming test. Eight boys, some more and some less self-conscious, stripped to their briefs and pulled on the new shorts. Tomas was pleased to see that they were cut high on the thigh -- real sport shorts. The leg was also a bit oversized -- for running -- which mean a good deal of thigh should be showing for anybody who looked. Tomas grinned over at Richard, who grinned back. Tomas' t-shirt was a bit tight, since he was one of the larger boys, but that only outlined his chest better. Randy promised to get a smaller shirt for Carl, the eleven-year-old in the cabin; Carl was on the skinny side and looked more like ten than eleven. At the beach the counselors who were certified lifeguards had each boy swim the length of the dock which jutted out into the lake and then back again. Though the abilities of all the boys varied -- and neither Tomas nor Richard were really the best of swimmers -- they were all told they'd been approved to swim. The rest of the afternoon was spent in the water. They were also told that it was camp policy that any boy who wanted to could swim nude. Otherwise, they could swim in their camp shorts. Tomas had a hard time keeping his smile down to a reasonable level when he heard that news. When he glanced at Richard, however, his boyfriend was grinning ear-to-ear. When the testing was over, Tomas and Richard were among the first to drop their wet shorts and run into the water. There were a few others who were nude on that first day, and there were more than a few glances cast at the dicks that were swinging as their young owners ran into the water. Most of the admiring glances were directed to Tomas. They ran through the shower room back in the cabin before dinner. The swim had broken the ice a little, and the cabin mates were a little more casual with each other. Seven naked boys rinsed off quickly because they were pretty hungry. The eighth, Carl, busied himself at his bed. They all put on clean -- and dry -- camp shorts and headed for the dining hall. Tomas and Richard had claimed beds next to each other. They were all single beds -- no bunks -- and Randy's bed was a little further away from the others in a corner. When they settled in the first night, Tomas and Richard squeezed each other's hands. No good night kiss. They had agreed that there would probably be little, if any, sex during the week, since they would have to be very careful. But the upside was that they would be together 24/7 for almost a whole week. Nevertheless, after lights out and most of the boys were sleeping, the two boys found each other's hand again. They held hands with their arms dropping into the space between their beds. No one could see. Not all the boys took showers in the morning; some showered at bedtime. The next morning Tomas and Richard set a precident. They walked to the bathroom naked. Richard was a little apprehensive. "It's just guys around here," Tomas assured him. They got several glances as they walked through the cabin, and Benny, one of the eleven-year-olds, also walked in naked. After they brushed their teeth, the three boys walked around the partition to the shower room. They got their reward for getting up early enough to shower. Randy was there, already soaped and glistening in the sunlight coming through the high windows. "Morning, guys!" He grinned as three naked boys looked him over. Randy was 20, a tall and slender tow-headed blond. His deep brown eyes sparkled at them as he washed the suds over his well-developed body. Later they would learn that Randy was on his college track team. But now, for at least a moment, all they could think about was the thick cock hanging casually between his legs. Behind it lay a large dark pink sac, and above it curled dark blond pubes. Tomas faced the wall, turned on a showerhead and busied himself creating suds. He'd boned up immediately. Richard stood next to him. Tomas glanced over his shoulder at Randy, on the other side of the shower room, as Randy rinsed off. When the counselor had left the room Tomas used his suds to stroke his cock. It had begun to grow at his first glance of the counselor, and it was hard and standing against his belly by the time he had turned to the wall. Richard assumed it was safe to jack off when he saw Tomas at work, so he did the same. They spread their legs slightly as their bodies tensed. Tomas noticed Benny watching them, but he was stroking his own smaller dick. Richard and Tomas brought themselves quickly to a cum, shooting their cream onto the floor, just before a couple of other guys walked in. Because he was standing facing the door, it was poor Benny who was caught stroking his stiffie. He blushed deeply, but no one said anything. Tomas grinned at him and winked. The weather was warm, and after breakfast, when they were to do a "search-and-rescue" competition in the woods, most of the boys left their t-shirts behind in the cabin. It was more of an exercise than a competition. A team of two hid themselves in the woods and pretended to be lost. The next team was sent off ten minutes later to find them. There was really nothing to it, but the boys laughed and had fun with it. After a rest period following lunch, they had the whole afternoon to swim or hike if they wanted. Most chose to swim, and there were more who chose to do it nude. There was a small platform on a raft out in the lake, and during the afternoon various boys sprawled on it. Sometimes there was only one, but more often there were three or four naked boys sitting or lying in the sun. And there were playful boys, too, the ones who liked to swim close enough to someone to feel some skin, bump a hip, or back into a bare butt. There were many glimpses of arms, legs, smooth chests. Randy came out to the raft once. All the counselors had to swim in their shorts for some reason, but Tomas, lying naked on his back, watched him out of the corner of his eye. As the breeze dried Randy's skin, Tomas could see little blond hairs on Randy's leg as they reflected the sunlight. There was just a trace of light hair on his lower arms and just below his bellybutton. Tomas realized his dick was stiffening, but he didn't worry about it. If he was naked and semi-hard lying in the sun... that was okay. He was sure Randy had seen a number of stiff dicks. In fact, it was more than possible that Randy had something growing in his pouch. Those thoughts dissolved when a couple of the younger boys swam to the edge of the raft, and Randy allowed them to pull him into the water. They had to put their shorts on to walk to the cabin -- no nudity except at the beach -- and seven of them crowded into the shower room to rinse off. Shoulders and asses brushed each other, but that was to be expected. When they had dressed again, Tomas motioned Richard to go with him outside. "The dinner bell doesn't ring for over thirty minutes," he whsipered when they were away from the cabin. "You think The Dick is up for a quick blow job?" Richard grinned. "He sure is now!" "That spot we found in the woods this morning -- it's in a little dip in the ground; nobody could see. Let's go." Tomas had been thinking about that spot all day. They were boys, after all, so they sprinted into the woods, though they were careful to make as little noise as possible. They ran down an incline, and, suddenly, they were surrounded by a wall of undergrowth and trees all around them. It appeared to be some kind of old sinkhole. As soon as they stopped, Tomas pulled Richard's shorts and briefs down to his ankle. He kissed Richard's lips briefly and then got on his knees. Richard's cock had deflated during their quick run, but it immediately rose to it full extent -- now fully four inches. Tomas held it with one hand and licked those little pink lips. "Oooooooo fuck Tomasssss... that's soooo nice..." He tasted the few drops of precum that were leaking for him, then he sucked the entire dick in until his lips were kissing Richard's almost hairless pubic mound. Tomas sucked deeply, and the suction drew a moan from Richard. Tomas' other hand, one finger now wet, found the younger boy's asshole. He slipped it in as deep as he could and searched for the boy's small prostate. He sucked slowly for a few minutes, tightening his lips as he pulled his mouth away from Richard's body and up to his cockhead. But Richard was demanding more now. He began to thrust his hips toward his cocksucker, fucking into his mouth. Tomas moved his finger more rapidly inside him, fucking in as Richard pulled outward from his mouth. And Richard was in boy heaven. He was moving dreamily between fucking forward into the warm cavern waiting for his dick, and he was fucking backward onto the finger invading his tunnel. Forwards, backwards. It didn't take long for the urgency to begin inside him. He moved faster -- fuck-fuck fuck-fuck fuck-fuck -- and thrust harder in both directions. He was past the point of no return. fuck-fuck fuck-fuck fuck-fuck "SSSSSssssssssssssssss..." Mindful of the need to be quiet, Richard made the moan that accompanied his first shot sound more like a long hiss escaping from between his clenched teeth. It ended sharply when he shoved his groin harder at Tomas' mouth, but it was repeated as his dick shot more of his cream into Tomas. When he was finished, Richard groaned deeply. "Oh god, Tomas. That was so good." Richard was still standing, but he wouldn't have been able to stand if Tomas had not been holding him by his hips. As Richard got on his knees, Tomas stood. He let the boy pull his shorts and briefs down; his boner sprang up joyously! A hard fourteen-year-old dick loves to be outdoors, feeling the breeze brush softly at the pubes around it. Richard could have just knelt there and enjoyed the lovely view, but he was needy now. He sucked on Tomas' dickhead, drawing more precum from those little lips. He fondled Tomas' balls, feeling the tiny hairs that were making their appearance there. Richard took a deep breath and went completely down on Tomas. Tomas was now over five inches, and Richard felt the teen's cockhead hit the back of his throat. He swallowed, knowing the movement would tighten his hold on it. "Ummmmmm... suck it, Richard..." And he did. Eagerly. He had not tasted his lover's cream for two days, and he'd hated to see it disappear down the shower room drain that morning. He nursed on the big cock like a starving baby sucking for nourishment. His tongue almost wrapped itself around Tomas' shaft; he pressed it, stroked it with his tongue. When he felt Tomas tense, he pulled away from him slightly, and the first blast of Tomas' cream filled his mouth. He swallowed hurriedly, still sucking the cockhead and now, stroking the shaft with his hand, he was rewarded with another mouthful. The third time he resisted swallowing so it would remain in his mouth, but he sucked the last few drops of cum from the peehole. Just as the dinner bell rang in the distance. They hurriedly pulled their clothes up. "We had our meat," Tomas grinned; "now let's go eat our veggies." "Hey, wait," Richard said as he stopped abruptly. "Are we going to... you know, smell like sex?" "Probably," Tomas grinned. Richard giggled, and they ran on to the dining hall. They sat around the campfire for a while that evening, telling jokes and stories, and when it was time to return to the cabin Richard suggested taking another shower. Tomas stripped with him, and they ran laughing into the shower room. Carl was there, naked, soaping himself. Tomas had gotten a glimpse of the boy's chest and belly once when Carl was changing. The boy looked even thinner in the shower. He looked too young to be in camp, in fact, but he had to be at least eleven, Tomas thought. Long brown hair was hanging wetly around his face, and that only highlighted the eyes; poor Carl looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Tomas simply said, "Hi," and turned on the showerhead next to him. "Glad you in here with us, Carl," Tomas said, trying to keep his voice low over the sound of the shower. What Tomas didn't know is that Randy had noticed Carl's reluctance to shower and had told him he had to shower at least once every day. Carl had sneaked away from the campfire, hoping to be in and out before the other boys returned. The eleven-year-old boy looked at Tomas carefully, as though waiting for the punch line, the what's-a-little-kid-like-you-doing-here joke at his expense. He'd already heard that enough, and it was only the first day. Tomas simply soaped himself up. "Want me to get your back, Richard?" he asked. And he turned away from Carl to soap Richard's back for him, knowing full well that the Carl's eyes were all over his back and ass. "You, too, Carl?" Tomas asked when he turned around. Carl slowly turned around and stood still as Tomas soaped his back, massaging the thin shoulders. Carl tensed a bit when Tomas began to massage his sides, but he relaxed again. "There you go, Carl." Carl turned partially around. He had a small, shy smile on his face. And a three inch boner. It was smaller than an eleven-year-old would usually have, but it was definitely hard. They dried off together and walked back to their beds, Richard and Tomas still naked but Carl dressed in shorts and t-shirt that he'd put on at the bench inside the shower room. As Richard and Tomas pulled clean shorts on and settled back for the night, Carl kept his eyes on them as much as he could. He noticed that they had put on shorts but no briefs under them. He thought he knew what that meant. That they were going to play with their dicks. Didn't it mean that? He pulled the sheet up over his shoulder, turned to the wall, and reached down between his thighs. Against the wall on the opposite side of the cabin, Benny, the other eleven-year-old, was watching the boys who had come out of the shower naked. And from the corner, Randy was watching them, too. The next morning Tomas and Richard opted for a longer hike in the woods. As long as they didn't cross any fences, they were told, they could go anywhere they wanted. Randy told them to watch the time. The dining hall packed lunchboxes for them -- and a larger group of four who were heading into the woods on the opposite side of camp -- and they were to begin heading back no later than three o'clock. Benny was listening as the boys received their instructions. When Randy moved away, Benny went up to them. "Please, can I go with you? Nobody wants to play with me out there" -- he motioned toward the lake -- "and it's no fun. I'll keep up, I promise." Richard was clearly hesitant. "He reminds me of a little brother," Tomas said pointedly. Benny was afraid he was losing his chance. "Look," he said, "I know you guys want to jerk off." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "I do, too, but I'm kind of scared of it around here. The other guys might... you know. Please." Richard said, "He reminds me of a little brother, too." He smiled. "Come on, Benny; we need to get you a lunchbox from the kitchen." By the middle of the morning the boys were sweating. All three had removed their t-shirts. In fact, they had never gotten very far from the edge of the lake so it would be easier to find their way back. As they crossed over a rise, they discovered a small cove off the lake. The shoreline there was away from the view from the beach back at camp. They sat down in the shade to drink from their canteens and decided, even though it wasn't lunchtime yet, they'd eat their sandwiches. Then they lay back on the grassy bank for a while, talking about camp and other campers. Eventually, given the real purpose of their hike, their shorts came off. All three had tents by that time, and they grinned at each other. Benny was a little self-conscious since he didn't know the other two that well. And, of course, he was smaller. To Benny, Tomas was almost a man. "You jack off a lot, Benny?" Richard asked, cupping his own cotton-covered treasure. Benny grinned. "Yeah. Can't help it, I guess. I was hoping... Well, I was hoping they would be other guys here who do it, too." "I bet every guy in the cabin does, Benny," Tomas said. "They're just not as honest about it as we are." "Or as horny," Richard laughed. "Can you cum yet, Benny?" Tomas asked. "Naw." Benny laughed nervously. "But I sure get horny." "Time to strip for real?" Tomas asked. He made it a question, because he wanted Benny to know he was in on any decisions. But without hesitating Benny joined the other two in removing his briefs. Three boy boners were free. Tomas was clearly the most physically developed. His thick cock and dark patch were at the center of a beautiful body. Richard had begun to fill out a little, and he was starting to tan. His dick rose from a mound that had, now, just a sprinkling of short, darker hairs that could be seen on close inspection. Benny, however, was still the little boy. At eleven, he still had a little boy's chest. He wasn't skinny, but he was definitely slender. His dick was pale pink, about three-and-a-half inches long. His balls had just begun to descend. The boys were now sitting cross-legged in a tight circle, their knees almost touching; their eyes moved from dick to dick to dick and three hands stroked slowly. When Tomas saw a drop of precum appear on his cockhead, he said, "You ever been sucked, Benny?" "No," Benny answered, his voice a little tight. "But... I heard about it..." His little dick was throbbing in his hand. "We jack off, Benny, Richard and me, but we also suck. You want Richard to suck you?" Benny's deep swallow could actually be heard. He didn't even try to speak; he just nodded. Richard leaned over into the younger's boy's lap and stroked his dick a few times. He leaned farther down and licked at the little pink dickhead. Benny gasped. His breath came in short little pants. Richard leaned the boy back until he was lying on the ground, and he put his face between the smooth thighs. Still holding the short shaft, he licked around the little head and sucked on it lightly. "Mmmmmmm guyssss..." Benny closed his eyes and gave himself over completely to his first blow job. Richard sucked the whole dick into his mouth, working it slowly with his tongue, still sucking lightly. It was fully hard now, a stiff little pole, and Richard sucked regularly, listening to the moans of the boy beneath him. He let his tongue circle the little dickhead several times, and he raked it against the underside of the thin shaft. Each time he heard a moan from the boy under him, Richard repeated whatever had brought the boy pleasure. Benny was ready. He'd been ready all morning. He'd been unable to resist giving his dick a little pat or squeeze when he thought the other two hiking ahead of him weren't looking. Now, his dick fully involved in a completely new experience, throbbed as it never had before. It was only a few minutes before Benny's moans became little squeaks as his dick thrashed around inside Richard's mouth. His belly shook with the spasms that overcame his body. When Richard had raised up, Benny lay there a moment lost in his sexual high. His eyes slowly opened to find Tomas and Richard, his cocksucker, smiling at him. "Oh guys... oooooo wow!" He was at a loss for words. Tomas crawled over and began to suck on Richard while Benny recovered; Benny watched them with a small smile, still lost in his own afterglow. After a while, Benny crawled to them and began to suck on Tomas. The older boy's big dick was too much for him to take completely, but he sucked on the wet cockhead, loving the taste and heat of it. He had amazed himself by taking the cockhead into his mouth, something he'd never even thought about doing. But after that wonderful blow job, it just seemed... well, it seemed just right. Richard and Tomas had planned the hike as a chance to fuck, but Tomas had decided that was not a good idea with their younger friend present. He had whispered as much to Richard when they arrived at the cove, and Richard had reluctantly agreed. Benny might not be ready for that. A little jerking and a little sucking -- those were things boys got into and could keep secret. Fucking, however, might be too big and scary a secret for Benny. So instead of spending the day hiking any farther, they spent the day, naked, at the cove. They could actually hear some of the laughter from the beach at camp, but they couldn't be seen. They wandered into the water once -- which was strictly forbidden anywhere other than the camp beach -- and they horsed around, slapping at asses and pulling at dicks. They jacked each other off in the water once, and Benny watched in amazement as Tomas' big load floated in the lake, then as Richard's smaller load joined it. They sucked some more, Benny learning to enjoy balls as well as dicks. Benny didn't think it was possible for a kid to have as many dry cums as he had that afternoon. When they dragged into camp in time to shower off for dinner, they didn't even have the energy to horse around in the shower. The next morning Carl lingered at breakfast sitting next to Tomas. He'd seemed to almost adopt the older boy as a brother in the last couple of days. That morning in the shower, Carl and Tomas had been the last in the shower, and Carl had allowed Tomas to soap his back again. As he did, Tomas had stepped close enough to the little boy that his hardon brushed against Carl's ass. Tomas moved some of the suds up to the boy's shoulder, and he felt Carl relax. Tomas had pulled him gently until Carl was resting back against him, his back fully on Tomas' chest. He'd looked down over the flat chest and belly to see a stiff dick pointing outward. Tomas had reached a soapy hand around the boy and cupped the hard little dick. Carl had jumped a bit, but he sighed and relaxed against Tomas again. Tomas' hard cock was pressed against the small of Carl's back. Tomas stroked the little dick slowly. Carl's young body communicated those movements to Tomas' own cock, which seemed to caress the eleven-year-old's back. "You've seen me do it, haven't you?" Tomas whispered in his ear. "It's okay. I don't mind. Some of the other boys do it, too. You have a great dick for a boy your age, Carl." But Carl had tensed again. He pulled away, hurriedly toweled off, and dressed. Now, after breakfast, Carl remained seated next to Tomas. Tomas made no move to hurry away, telling his cabin mates he'd join them for the morning's events in a little bit. When the dining hall was almost empty, Carl said quietly, "My daddy says it's bad to pull your peter." He waited for a response. "I pull mine a lot, Carl, and it never feels bad. It feels good." Tomas waited, too. "But, it might be a bad thing..." Carl was struggling to explain an explaination he'd never understood himself. "Some people might think so. I don't. It doesn't hurt anybody, and it sure makes me feel good. I think it's a good thing." Tomas let that sink in. "When you pull it, doesn't it make you feel good, Carl?" Carl slowly nodded his "yes," but then he froze, realizing he'd just made a confession. "But I feel bad afterwards," he said. "I used to, too, Carl. Maybe that's because you think it's a bad thing. But maybe you're wrong. Maybe it's something guys can enjoy if they want to." "I... I'm sorry I pulled away from you a while ago," Carl said in a little voice. He looked up at the teen. "I didn't think you were doing a bad thing. I don't think you're bad. You're not." "Thank you, Carl. Then, maybe, when we're in the shower together the next time I can help you feel good again, if you want." Tomas stood and left, a blushing eleven-year-old with a distinct tent in his shorts. The morning went fast with more outdoor games and activities for the boys. Lots of laughter, some groans when a team lost, and one genuine cry when a knee was seriously scraped. They had to lie on the beds for 45 minutes after lunch to rest before they could swim, and most of the boys talked and joked. Tomas and Richard talked quietly, and Tomas noticed Carl watching them almost continuously. But when the swimming bell rang, the cabin was suddenly full of leaping, yelling boys and just as suddenly emptied of them. By this time almost everyone was nude on the beach and in the lake. Tomas had told Richard about his conversation with Carl, and the two made sure the younger boy could catch up with them as they walked down to the lake. On the beach, as most boys were laughing and yanking their shorts off as fast as they could, Richard and Tomas stopped to pull theirs off. Carl started to walk on, into the water, but Tomas stopped him with a hand on his arm. "I think you'd like being in the water naked with the rest of us, Carl. It's fun." Carl looked at the two, who had been careful not to strip yet, then he slowly nodded. All three slipped off their shorts and waded in, and by the time the water was up to his knees, Carl was grinning. They splashed around together a little, and then Tomas decided to swim out to the raft. Carl and Richard joined a couple of other boys for a game of tag in the water. The rule was that you were "it" when you got touched. Anywhere. It was a boys' game that made touching forbidden things all right. The counselors were aware of it and ignored it. Carl caught onto the idea as quickly as any of the other boys, and he found himself pushing, touching, or lightly slapping backs, thighs, butts. He even laughed when one of the older boys brushed his hand against Carl's limp little dick under the water. At first he stayed in water deep enough to hide himself from his waist down, but soon he was running and splashing anywhere the game took him. Later, Richard joined Tomas on the raft, the water spilling from his newly-tanned body as he raised himself up on it. "Where's Carl?" Tomas asked. Richard motioned to the water nearer the beach. The others were still chasing each other around, and at that moment Carl, who must have been "it" ran out of the water chasing someone. His butt cheeks, thin as they were, were bouncing as he ran, and his stiff peter pointed his way to his victim. They could hear him laughing with the other boys. At the moment Richard and Tomas were alone on the raft. Richard reached over and squeezed Tomas' arm. "I love you," he said quietly. A moment later he asked, "You helped him do that, didn't you? Get more... comfortable." Tomas shrugged. "He did it for himself." That night Richard and Tomas waited until almost all the others had showered, and then they stripped and went into the shower room. They were lathering up when they were joined by Benny, grinning and hard. He was followed hesitantly by Carl, who almost backed out when he saw Benny was there, too. But he slowly pulled his briefs and t-shirt off and stepped into the water next to Tomas. "We're all buddies in here, right guys?" Richard called above the sound of the water. As the others nodded, four hands lowered to four hard dicks and began to stroke. Carl turned his back to Tomas, and Tomas understood the signal. He soaped the boy's back again, allowing him to rest against his chest. He moved the lather over Carl's shoulders and down onto his chest. At the same time he whispered in to Carl's ear, "That's very nice, Carl." He squeezed the soapy nipples and, though he couldn't hear it over the noise, he could feel the boy's sigh. He moved his own cock to point it downward; it throbbed against the little ass in front of him. Realizing that their time in the shower was limited, Tomas reached around for the boy's peter, just as stiff as it had been the previous time, just as hard as it had been on the beach. He stroked his soapy hands over the length of it, all three inches. There was no hair there, Tomas knew. With one hand he continued to jack the boy, and with the other he caressed the thin chest, passing his fingertip over the nipples. He felt the deep sighs again. He knew the boy could not cum, but he wanted this orgasm to be one Carl could re-live in his imagination in his own bed at home. In a moment the younger boy stiffened against Tomas, and Tomas increased the speed of his hand. Even above the sound of the water Tomas could hear the long, high groan of pleasure, the climax a moment this particular boy would never forget. Tomas let Carl relax a moment, then he turned him around. "Do you want to do me?" he asked. Carl nodded. Tomas spread his legs a bit as Carl reached for the teen's hard, thick five inches. Carl was completely unaware that both Richard and Benny were watching as they stroked themselves. He circled his fingers around the biggest cock he'd ever seen and shivered inside as he felt its hardness and warmth. His strokes were uneven and irregular, but Tomas had been near his explosion anyway, with his dick rubbing that soft white ass. Carl was shaking a bit because of his nervousness, and Tomas lay a hand on his shoulder. "That's very nice, Carl," he said. Carl looked up at the face smiling at him and thrilled deeply that he was pleasing such a beautiful teen. He slowed his strokes a little and tried to make them more regular, copying the strokes Tomas had given him. His eyes moved over the wet mound of pubes and down the length of the teen's dick. He locked his eyes on the cockhead, wanting to see the exact second the cum would explode. He was ready soon, and Carl watched with an open mouth as Tomas' dick spewed a long rope of cum onto the floor. It was followed by another, as Tomas had to guide Carl's hand to keep him stroking. Then there was a third that hit Carl's belly and began to run down the white skin. Tomas oozed a bit more, but he hurried the others to the towels as soon as he could. Carl didn't say a word, but he looked as though he'd fallen in love. They all left the shower room and jumped into their beds. Perhaps no one noticed, but this time none of the four bothered to pull on briefs or shorts first.