Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2017 21:04:33 +0000 From: Scott Subject: Sweet Little Tommy If you enjoy the following work of fiction-for-the-friction then please consider a generous donation to Nifty at the link below so that this amazing resource may continue to exist for years to come. Thank you! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html .......................................................................... Sweet Little Tommy Tommy is my cute 12-year-old neighbor who lives with his mother across the landing from me. He likes coming over when she's at work to play video games in my apartment. My first apartment, and Tommy, about to be my first boy. At 21, I'm old enough to be a full-fledged adult in Tommy's innocent eyes, but still young enough to where he doesn't object to letting me get inside his pants. We've had a couple of sex talks in the past - talks prompted by Tommy's curiosity, and encouraged by my horny desire for the boy. Today is the day I'll make my move. Tommy's ready now. I've been ready since the first time I laid eyes on him. First, let me briefly describe Tommy: He stands at just under five feet and weighs about 90 pounds. His hair is a honey blond bordering on auburn and is cut in a nondescript style with bangs that are combed forward and the back of his hair trimmed close to the nape of his neck. His eyes are saucer round and a pale blue. His nose lays rather flat against his face with a bee stung, kissable mouth just below it. When he smiles his face has an impish appearance. I love seeing that smile and hearing his high boyish giggles whenever I tickle him. I sit on the edge of my bed as Tommy stands before me, an uncertain smile playing across his face. He wears sneakers, tube socks, red gym shorts, and no shirt. I am wearing Levis and a white t-shirt, bare footed. Reaching my hands out, I grip his hips and draw Tommy closer until his legs are between my spread knees. My hands remain on his boyish hips, my fingers splayed over his shorts, and my thumbs touching his bare flesh just above. As Tommy stands before me I see a boy whose shoulders have yet to broaden with a slender chest and a softly defined tummy showing a slightly bowed contour radiating down the center of it. His legs and arms are thin, hinting at a growth spurt that's sure to come. I've gotten to him just in time, I think, admiring the beauty of a boy on the cusp of ripeness. I feel Tommy's eyes on me as I lean my head down to plant a peckish kiss on his belly button and to breath in the scent of his Irish Spring soap - mmm, the smell of clean boy! His belly button is neither an innie nor an outie but lays flush with the surrounding skin of his tummy. Hooking my thumbs inside the waistband of Tommy's gym shorts, I draw them down to his knees, revealing the snowy white, Fruit-of-the-Loom briefs he wears underneath. Amazingly, he is still limp inside those briefs, a pud shaped mound expanding near the bottom of the y-fronted panel. Glancing up at Tommy's face, I see the taupe complexion of his tanned skin blushing pink over his cheeks. "You still okay with this, kid?" Tommy nods shyly, but with an enthusiasm one might expect. In the silence of my bedroom the waistband of Tommy's briefs makes a soft hissing sound against his smooth flesh as I descend those briefs inch by inch, slowly revealing his untanned pelvis. My heart beats wildly as the tapered surface of his hairless groin comes into view followed by his nubile genitals. I remove my thumbs from inside the underwear's waistband, allowing his underpants to grip his thighs in an accordion gather just above his shorts. I look down at Tommy's boyhood with the appreciation of an art lover admiring a small piece of fine sculpture. Of the two parts comprising his young male anatomy, only his scrotum has begun to grow into early pubescence. His small circumcised penis lays atop the plum-shaped sac with his tip looking like a boy's head resting across a pillow. The somewhat puffy volume of his nutsack causes me to ponder the possibility that Tommy's first climax may produce a modest ejaculation. "I wish it were bigger," Tommy says. Still flaccid, the boy's penis dangles over his balls at only about two inches. "Don't worry. We'll make it get bigger," I say, glancing up at the twelve-year-old examining himself. Tommy chuckles. "You can touch it," he says quietly. "Trust me, I will," I reply, my gaze shifting back down to the boy's pale-shafted penis, admiring the bubblegum pink, bell-shaped tip. Reaching out my hand, I extend my index finger and trace it lightly across the relaxed curve of Tommy's young cock. The petite organ reacts like a wall switch, quickly rising in upward lurches until it stands at its turned-on position. It's impressive how rapidly he goes from soft to fully distended. In his erect state, Tommy has nearly doubled in length. The twelve-year-old's boner juts out from his body at about a 75 degree angle, visibly pulsing with his heart beats. The expansion of his erection has given his glans a drum tight appearance, the swollen surface now appearing glassy. "You sure get hard fast, kid," I tell Tommy. "Yeah," is all he says in response. I place my left hand on Tommy's naked butt cheek to draw him closer; his descended shorts and undies now touching the inner thighs of my jeans and the side of the bed. "I'm gonna make you feel really good. Just relax, Tommy," I say softly, taking his stiffness within the fingers of my right hand. That 12-year-old erection feels feverishly warm and baby-cheek smooth as I give it a gentle squeeze. I watch the lids of his eyes opening wider and the lips of his small mouth part slightly. Using just my thumb and two fingers, I stroke the rigid length of his boyish shaft slowly, feeling the resistant tension within his penis as I pull slightly down while stroking it. "Tingles, Dan," Tommy says with a shuddering voice. Fuck yeah, it tingles. And, it's going to tingle a lot more before I'm done. I wonder how many strokes of Tommy's stiff cocklette will be necessary to bring him to orgasm. 50? 100? 500? In the moment, I don't care. What I do care about is making his first time last. I know how slowly my own orgasm took to arrive the first time I jerked-off at Tommy's age. I remember enjoying the pleasure of rubbing my boner as I felt the ebb and flow of pulsing tension grow and dissipate several times. Each new wave of pulses a little more intense than the ones before it. I was both fascinated and somewhat frightened by those sensations during that first time. I vary the tempo and strength of my grip on Tommy's hard-on, observing how he reacts. "How's that feel, buddy?" I ask as my fingers grip him firmly, tugging his preteen throbber at a perpendicular angle. "Feels good," Tommy replies simply, a goofy smile on his face. I knead his butt cheek as my other hand pistons around Tommy's turgid arousal. My cupped hand around his bare bottom enjoying that globe of firm boy ass dimpling inwards from time to time. Tommy stretches his loins forward and I see his tummy sucking inwards momentarily. "Yeah..." he moans softly with a shuddering exhale. It's becoming apparent that my sweet 12-year-old neighbor is well on his way to reaching his blissful destination. Recalling my first time, I can't help wondering if, like myself, Tommy will become a bit anxious near the end. Jerking Tommy off and seeing him respond is like vicariously experiencing my first time all over again through him. "That's it, Tommy. Let it happen now," I reassure the youngster. His body is incredibly sexy to behold as I watch his muscles grow increasingly tense. The sheath of abdominals stretched across his tummy appearing more and more defined the longer I tug on him. My grip sensing his dick sweat. Tommy lets out a half-restrained whimper. I look up into his face as he rolls his head back and closes his eyes. "That's it, Toms, cum for me." I offer my encouragement. He's very nearly there now. I glance back and forth between his sweet face and his stiff little dick. The hue of his bloated helmet is now a shiny purple pink; the rim surrounding it now flared hard. His face flushed a glowing pink, the skin lightly misted with perspiration. Tommy's legs begin to quiver as his knees threaten to buckle. My hand kneading his butt feels the muscles trembling with tension. I can now more clearly see the two nebulous testes within his constricting scrotum becoming more distinct as they hover tighter and closer to the puffed out base of his groin. His jaw drooping open, Tommy begins to pant rapidly in shallow breaths as his delicate, nearly nonexistent eyebrows knit together over the bridge of his nose. Tommy's head jerks forward and his eyes open wide as his slender hips start to flutter anxiously. There's a look of frantic confusion on his face as he looks down at himself. I halt my stroking grip of the boy as he begins to fuck my fist with spastic pivots from his groin. 'Daaaan!" Tommy cries out in a surprised, falsetto yelp as his loins buck forward and lock rigidly in place. My fingers, encircled around his slender shaft, register his bone-stiff penis quaking with convulsive jerks. I look down just in time to see a bead of liquid form at his piss slit followed by a cloudy arc of Tommy's immature ejaculate leaping from his pulsing tip onto my t-shirt. Tommy shakes stiffly from head to toe. The look of utter helplessness written on his sex-flushed face is priceless. I nearly cum inside my Levis. I've just made this virginal 12-year-old squirt for his first time! Tommy lets out a long drawn out sigh as I watch the tension in his clenched tummy dissolving before my eyes. That cute boy tummy now expanding and collapsing while Tommy catches his breath. "You did it, kiddo! You spermed," I congratulate the boy, seeing him looking down intently at his penis lurching within my fingers. The pungent sweet aroma of his boy spunk wafts through the air, that scent resembling the smell of overly ripened bananas about to go bad. I pass the edge of my thumb across Tommy's gumdrop-sized glans, picking up a residual amount of his sticky fluid, and bring that thumb up to my mouth to lick. His boy cum tastes vaguely of honey. "Ewe," Tommy says and giggles. Freed from my grip, I watch Tommy's deflating boy boner lurching as it slowly relaxes back down onto his pillowy ball bag. "Thanks, Dan," Tommy says, smiling contentedly, a hint of boyish pride showing on his face. I watch Tommy pulling up his briefs and his gym shorts. He sees the verticle slash of dampness on my t-shirt from where his single squirt landed and says, "I'm sorry I messed up your t-shirt." "That's okay, Tommy. It's just a t-shirt," I say blandly and think to myself - with a cum stain from a 12-year-old who just gave me his first orgasm! Mmmm... Tommy moves from in front of me to sit down on the bed beside me, his hands held between his skinny thighs. "I didn't think it would feel so...," Tommy pauses, trying to find the right word. "Intense?" "Yeah! Intense!" "You did great, Tommy! I'm proud of ya. You're a man now." "I can make a baby now, huh?" Tommy gives me one of those impish grins of his. "You sure can," I say and ruffle his hair, noticing how the ends of his bangs are a little damp from the mist of perspiration that's formed on his forehead. "Dan, can we do that again sometime?" I smile, knowing now that he's let me jerk him off, he'll be letting me suck his little dick next. "Sure, buddy. Whenever you want." Tommy turns and without warning hugs me. I love the feel of that warm soft body of his pressing so tightly against me. "You're the best friend I've ever had," Tommy says with his boyishly cute face pressed against my chest. "You're mine," I say and lean down to kiss the crown of his head. My sweet little Tommy. My very first boy.