Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction which may contain descriptions of sexual interaction between adults and minors. All characters and scenarios only exist in the author's imagination. If this type of story is not allowed by law or other reason, please stop reading.

 

Thomas

 

Hi. I'm Thomas.

I'm a single white male in my late forties.

There's a good reason I'm single. Society has decided to outcast men who love young boy's. And I'm one of those men. So I choose to be single instead of finding me a woman and living a lie.

There's a wide range tools available for my sexual needs nowadays and the internet offers lots of distractions for men like me.

And then there's always Nifty providing me with fantasies and experiences from like-minded guys.

 

Trouble is, kids are fond of me. Somehow they feel drawn to me and wanna sit in my lap or cuddle whenever they have a chance, get me to read to them, that kind of stuff.

And we all know kids can't sit still for more than ten seconds. They start wiggling their lovely little bums.

 

Last month the weather was nice so I started preparing my garden for summer when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

 

" Hi Thomas! " I heard.

 

It was Susan, a former colleague. She moved into the city last year, just before Corona hit, from a little neighboring town about hour's drive away. She got divorced and she and her eleven year old son got a house only a 250 meters away as the crows fly, just on the other side of the railroad embankment. Due to working from home and being locked up during recent lockdowns we never bumped into each other before.

 

Susan looks like the average mam, nothing to get excited about. Her son however took my interest in an instant. He is about 1.50m, has straight blond hair cut short parting on one side. He has grey blue-ish eyes with girlish long eyelashes. He is fit and wore a shirt and kaki pique shorts that day, showing his hairless legs underneath all the way down to his ankles. There was only a mall rim of his white socks visible above his training shoes. He had a soccer ball under his arm.

He looked a bit surprised at his mother.

 

" Yes honey, he's called `Thomas' too. This Thomas and I used to work together."

 

A nice smile appeared on the boy's face showing a perfect set of white teeth. I looked him straight in his eyes held out my hand saying " Nice to meet you, Thomas. "

 

He gave me his hand repeating exactly what I just said.

 

" Nice to meet you, Thomas. "

 

His hand was a bit lame so I said to him " Don't give me a paw like a dog, Thomas, c'mon take my hand and shake it! "

 

He immediately tightened his grip on my hand and shook it. I smiled at his reaction.

 

" That's much better. "

 

" So this is where you live! Last time we spoke you told me but I forgot which house it actually was. So it's number ten. You know we live just on the other side of the embankment? We must meet for coffee sometime soon, yes? I don't know many people in the neighborhood yet. So nice to finally find a familiar face. " Susan said.

 

Thomas started wiggling like he had to use the bathroom.

 

" I can offer you guys some right now if you want. " I said.

 

But Susan noticed my garden equipment and replied they had to move on. " You're busy. Some other time, OK? "

 

" Sure fine, know that you're always welcome. But it looks like Thomas here needs to visit the bathroom first. Will you make it to the toilet at home or do you need to use mine? You're welcome to. It's the last door on your right. Please take off your shoes at de front door, OK?"

 

He looked pinched at his mother and she nodded.

 

" Go on, honey. I'll wait out here. "

 

He gave her the ball, walked over to the front door and kicked off his shoes. He rushed inside, disappearing into the bathroom.

 

Susan and I chatted away about my current and her former employer, and the shops and supermarkets nearby. This Corona pandemic hadn't given her much opportunity to discover the city or even the neighborhood. It was nice seeing her again though. After a couple of minutes Susan started to look a bit uncomfortable and I too realized Thomas was taking his time.

All the while talking we started to walk towards the front door.

 

I turned my had and shouted to the bathroom " You OK in there, Thomas? "

 

Then I suddenly remembered my solo-party from last night using the enema, my dildo's and the lube. I hadn't cleared it. Being single I like to pleasure myself occasionally. And being the only person to use this bathroom, I don't really feel the need to keep it tidy all the time. So Thomas just entered my pleasure dome as I left it last night.

 

After a slight pause a pinched voice could be heard from inside the bathroom " Almost done! Just a second! "

 

We heard the toilet flush and seconds later the bathroom door opened.

 

" Did you wash your hands, honey? " Susan asked and he immediately closed the door again.

 

We heard the tap running and when he was done he came out. He made sure to close the bathroom door behind him. I sensed he had a blush on his cheeks. Keeping his head down a bit, he still looked me straight in the eyes and he had a whim of a smile on his face. One his mother probably would miss. He sat himself down at the entrance to put his shoes on and I heard him lightly moan as he raised his knee to tie his shoelaces.

The bulge in his pants was clearly visible.

 

" What took you so long, honey? " Susan wanted to know.

 

Thomas moaned and muttered something about " Damn laces " but I knew I had to get him out of this predicament. He obviously couldn't think straight at the moment so I had save him before he would mention any of his discoveries in my bathroom by mistake.

 

" You were probably wondering what the hose and the spray tap attached to the toilet were, right? " I asked.

 

" U-hu... yeah, right, why do you have those? " he asked still looking down preoccupied with his laces.

 

I looked at Susan and gave her a warm smile taking her eyes of the boy as well.

 

In the corner of my eye I noticed Thomas was trying to bend his hard-on to the left, lifting his leg without his mother noticing. We've all been there and it's not an easy thing to do when your dick is hard.

 

" You can use it to clean yourself with water afterwards. When I visited Indonesia a couple of years ago they all had them. People don't use toilet paper down there. They spray water to clean themselves. And I liked it so I had it installed on my own toilet. Did you try it? "

 

" No! I only had to pee. I was just wondering, you know? " sounding like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

 

Susan went to her knees, put the ball on the ground beside her and tried to help untie his shoelaces.

 

He hung backwards with his hands on the ground behind him. He looked up at me smiling, but still had a puzzled look in his eyes.

Looking down on him I now had a clear view of his inflated hard-on outlined in his pants finally pointing to his left thy. He was pretty well equipped for an eleven year old boy.

 

Next to anxiousness I saw intrigue in his eyes. And curiousness.

He saw me looking alongside his face down at his hard-on. After about 20 seconds he decided I had seen enough. He slowly bend forward, preventing me from savoring my view any longer.

 

He took the ball and placed it in his lap.

 

Susan by now was done tying his shoes and told Thomas he could do it himself next time. He wasn't a small boy anymore.

 

" Did you thank Thomas for using the bathroom, honey? " she asked.

 

" Thank you, Thomas. " he said holding his soccer ball while looking down to the ground.

 

" Honey, please look at people when you talk to them! " Susan corrected him.

 

Thomas looked up. I set up a warm smile and he smiled back at me.

 

" Thank you for letting me use your bathroom and the explanation on the spray tap, Thomas. " he said.

 

" It's OK buddy, maybe next time you visit you can try it. " I teased him.

 

His head went red in an instant again so I smiled and added " I'm only teasing you. "

Susan laughed but Thomas turned around and walked toward the street. He started kicking the ball looking at me every so often with that big smile of his. I kept talking to Susan for another couple of minutes and then they went their way.

 

As they walked of Thomas looked back and I waved. He waved back and I saw them talking a bit. Susan nodded and looked over her shoulder and waved also.

I got back to the gardening but couldn't keep my focus thinking about Thomas all the time. All these sex-toys scattered around in my bathroom got him quite excited, so much was clear to me.

 

I finished up in the garden gathering all the gardening tools and preparing myself to take a shower.

 

In the bathroom I noticed my small 4 inch silicone fake hard-on-with-balls was repositioned from its shelve were I'd left it to next to the sink.

 

So he got curious, I guess. That's good to know.

I smiled. Maybe he would be bold enough to drop by sometime soon to have another look. He'd be more then welcome.

I grabbed the boy-sized tool and noticed the head as a bit wet. There were tiny little air bubbles in the moisture underneath the corona of the head, so this wasn't just water. It was saliva. This was Thomas's. He'd obviously stuck the head in his mouth and sucked on it. The cheeky bastard. He got very curious, indeed!

I brought the head to my mouth and licked cleaned it.

 

This might lead to something exciting, I thought.

 

I gathered all the toys and tools and put them in a wooden box I acquired especially for them. I switched the anal douche on the toilet hose for the spray tap that was supposed to be on it.

So that's why he looked puzzled as I told him it was a spray tap. This was clearly a 3 inch metal probe with a pierced nozzle.

I took my shower and made diner afterwards.

A week went by and I noticed Thomas riding his bike through the street a couple of times when school was out. He always looked for me inside and waved and smiled the moment I noticed him.

On Sunday afternoon I was enjoying the sunshine in the garden with a cup of tea when suddenly he was in front of the hedge smiling saying hallo. I greeted him and invited him over to join me for tea. He wore his pique shorts again together with a dark Nirvana shirt. He remained on the sidewalk and we chatted about Nirvana and other music for a couple of minutes. Although he looked several times in the direction of the bathroom, he didn't mention anything about last time. And I didn't want to come on strong.

 

On Wednesday I met Susan and Thomas in the supermarket and we chatted for a while. I complimented her on her son, what a nice polite boy he was. I mentioned he waved at me as he rode by on his bike. Susan was very flattered, I could tell. It made Thomas a bit shy too.

I invited them both over for diner on Saturday. Thomas wanted too I could see it in his eyes looking up at his mother and reluctantly she agreed. It had been quite lonesome these past winter months for all of us. Thomas also didn't have many friends in the city yet, she told me. He was still seeing his old friends and playing soccer in their former village.

 

" Well, you're more then welcome. We can order pizza or I'll make you guys spaghetti with meatballs. What'll it be? " I asked.

 

" Thomas loves spaghetti, don't you hon? " she told me.

 

Thomas presented a big smile. He nodded cheerful looking me straight in my eyes.

 

" Then spaghetti `n meatballs it is. Be there at 6PM. I'll open a bottle of red wine for us. What do you like to drink, Thomas? Cola or Fanta? " I asked.

 

A big smile appeared on both their faces.

 

" Can I have Coca Cola please? " Thomas asked politely.

 

" Sure you can. " I said. " Oh and Susan, please don't get all dressed up. It's just spaghetti, ok? You don't wanna ruin your clothes getting sauce stains on them, right? " I added winking to her.

 

She nodded in agreement. " You don't have to buy cola especially for him. We can bring a bottle with us. "

 

" Are you mad? I am inviting you guys, so I'll make sure there's plenty to eat and to drink. You really don't have to bring anything but yourselves. " I told her.

 

Thomas looked very delighted having the prospect of a big plate of spaghetti coming Saturday.

We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways shopping.

 

Being a bitt of a kitchen buff I started to prepare the spaghetti sauce early that Saturday. Adding fresh tomatoes, lots of unions, garlic, red wine, peppers and oregano. Next I made lots of spicy little meatballs. The sauce had to simmer for at least 4 hours. Finally I made my own spaghetti and covered that with a moist towel so it wouldn't desiccate.

I took a long shower, giving my privates their weekly shave.

 

Around 4PM the phone rang and it was Susan with a slight panic in her voice.

 

" Oh I'm so sorry, Thomas, " She said, " but we can't come. " My dad had an accident at home and he was rushed over to the hospital by ambulance. "

 

" Oh dear, I'm so sorry to hear that. Is he all right? What happened? " I asked.

 

" He slipped and fell. He broke his hip. He's all right now but we need to go and see him. " she said hastily.

 

" What hospital is he in? " I asked her and it turned out to be a hospital in the neighboring town an hour drive away.

 

" So I guess you and Thomas won't be coming over for dinner tonight? " I asked. " Thomas will be so disappointed. He was so looking forward to his spaghetti, wasn't he? Are you sure you want him there with you in the hospital? "

 

"Well, I guess so. I don't have any other options. " I heard her say in a very timid voice.

 

I paused a moment and decided to up the pressure and guild on her.

 

" Poor boy. He'll be bored out of his mind after ten minutes in a hospital full of white coats and coughing sick people. Sittin' on a bench, lonely, kickin' his legs up in the air. Forever associating the scent of linoleum and disinfectant with missing out on the plate of spaghetti he so longed for. Eating chewy buns with sweaty old cheese from the hospital restaurant vending machine. He'll blame you and his grandfather for at least a year. And you're sure you want to take him along and deny him his spaghetti? " planting the idea in her head carefully.

 

" Well, you're probably right. But what can I do? I'd feel terrible to ask you. I have no one else to turn to at the moment, you know? Would you really...?" she finally asked reluctantly.

 

" Of course I will, but only when you're one hundred percent sure about it, Susan. I don't want you to feel bad about it afterwards or think you owe me. Maybe you should ask Thomas what he wants. "

 

By now I had her mentally cornered. There was a pause on the phone, I could almost hear her think.

 

Half muffled I could hear her ask Thomas "Honey, what do you want. To come with me to see grandpa in the hospital or go over to Thomas' to have spaghetti? I need to see grandpa, so you'll be over at Thomas' without me. I'll come and pick you up tonight when I'll get back. "

 

" What time will you be back, mom? " I heard him say in the background.

 

" I'll probably be back late, honey, around ten I guess. " she answered. " I'll call or text you-guys when I'm ready to drive home. "

 

I could sense Thomas already made his decision and he set his mind on my spaghetti and perhaps my bathroom, without his mother around.

 

"Can I go and have spaghetti at Thomas's please, mom? " I heard.

 

Susan came back to the phone with a hint of relief in her voice, " Thomas, you REALLY don't mind having him over? I'm so sorry to ask you! "

 

" Don't worry `bout it, I'm happy to help you out. Send him over as soon as you're ready. I'll keep hum busy. We'll watch a movie or something. You go and make sure your father's all right. "

 

" Oh, thank you so much, you're an angel! " she said with lots of emotions in her voice.

 

" Go see your father now and drive safe! Just send Thomas over to me, we'll be fine. "

 

Ten minutes later de doorbell rang and there he was. Wearing a big smile on his face, his leather jacket and a pair of tight fitting jeans. He looked gorgeous.

He took in a deep breath smelling the spaghetti sauce. He held out a plastic bag with a bucket of chocolate ice cream to me.

 

"Hi buddy, come on in. Let me take that and put it in the fridge. The coat rack is in this behind this door. And don't forget to take your shoes off. And DON'T kick `m off like last time. I'm not gonna help you untie your shoelaces like your mom did last time. Or was there some `special reason' you couldn't fix your laces the other day?"

 

He gave me a cheeky smile. He hung his leather jacket in the closet revealing he was only wearing a white t-shirt underneath. He sat on the floor facing me untying his shoes.

 

" Thomas? Can I ask you something? " he asked looking up.

 

" Yeah sure, buddy, what's up? " I asked as I came out back in the hallway.

 

" You're gay, right? " and he stopped fumbling with his shoes.

 

" Yeah, sort of. Why do you ask? " I answered.

 

On stocking feet he entered the living room and let his eyes wonder around.

 

" Well, ehh, I don't know any gay guys. And all that stuff in your bathroom made me think you might be gay, you know. " He told me grinning.

 

" Yeah, I thought you noticed. Your head was red like a tomato when you came out of the bathroom the other day. As I recall you had a raging hard-on coming out of there. "

 

" Yeah, kind-of... " chuckled slightly shy.

 

" Don't be ashamed about, Thomas. Its normal for boys to get aroused seeing all those toys for the first time. " I told him. " You told your mom about all the stuff in the bathroom, I gather? " I challenged.

 

He looked at me indignantly. " No, of course not! " he stated. " So what do you do with them? You suck on them or put them up your bum? " He asked curiously.

 

He sat up straight on the couch his legs crossed with an inquisitive attitude. I thought his mother would have told him the basics about sex with girls. I was going to explain to him the other half, sex with boys.

 

" So I gather your mother told you about girls, right? Like the regular stuff. How to kiss. How to use your penis when hard. Where to put it to make children. Right? " I asked him.

 

He confirmed she did.

 

" So what did she tell you about boys? " I asked.

 

" Nothing. Just that my penis would grow and I would get hard and then I could have sex with girls. Nothing special about boy-stuff. Only like `There are also boys who love other boys.' Nothing more. But that's all gay-stuff isn't it? " Thomas asked.

 

" Not necessarily. "

 

He looked puzzled. " How do you mean? "

 

" Well, you don't need to be gay to enjoy what's associated as `gay-sex'. At the basis of your penis, on the inside, between your balls and your anus, there's gland the size of a walnut called the prostate. It produces a fluid that, together with seed or sperm from your balls, shoots out your penis when you come. This is the same for every boy and every man. "

 

" Yeah, I know I got that in school. What about it? " He stated.

 

" Well that's only half of the story about the prostate. They probably didn't tell you it is also very, very sensitive. When touched it makes you super horny and gives you a great feeling. And that will arouse any boy and any man no matter their sexual orientation. It can only be approached directly through the anus though.

So it's basically a matter of open mindedness for a boy to experience this ultimate pleasure. Or open anus-ness, if you like. "

 

Thomas laughed loud at my remark to ease his tension. " Are you serious? I thought cumming was already a great feeling. Is this prostate-thing really that special? " He asked inquisitive.

 

" So you tell me you know the feeling when you cum, right? Well, it's ten times as intense and it can take much longer before you to cum. So yeah, it's heavenly and every boy has this peace of heaven up his bum. Question is: are you open minded enough?"

 

" Hmm, you make it sound like something great. I guess I'd like to try. It sounds awesome! So what was the probe for attached to the hose on the toilet? Cause that was clearly not a `spray tap' like you said is was. Is that for tickling your prostate too? " Thomas continued asking.

 

"Ah, you remember that? That's actually my anal douche or enema. I hate poo, even the scent of it makes me nauseous. I like everything to be clean. So I insert the probe and clean my colon before I insert anything else to massage my prostate. When you inject water, and then relieve yourself it takes all the remaining poo with. Do that two or three times and you're squeaky clean on the inside. After that the massages are really hygienic. Trust me, you don't know what you're missing until you tried it yourself. "

 

Thomas was shifting and shuffling on the couch and I noticed he was getting hard. I enjoyed the view and decided to take it a little further.

 

"You wanna take a look at my toy's again, don't you? Go to the bathroom and get the wooden box from the cabinet there. "

 

The boy got off from the couch and ran off to the bathroom. A minute later he returned holding the box in both hands. He put it on the coffee table, got on his knees and opened it. He grabbed inside and pulled out my eleven inch vibrating silicone friend.

 

" Wow, this thing is huge! " he shouted in admiration. " It even has a remote control. Cool! "

 

" Yeah it's huge, so it's definitely not for beginners with a tight little asses. What else is in there? "

 

Again this lovely cheeky smile. God I love that smile!

 

Thomas was excited like he was opening his Santa presents. The next thing he took out was a silicon ring.

 

" What's this for? " he asked panting.

 

" That's a silicon cockring. You put it around you cock and balls so the blood flow in your dick will be blocked. You get longer harder with that. Now that's great toy to start with. " I explained.

 

Thomas looked joyful and put the ring aside the box. He started rummaging again and found the anal douche.

 

" Ah here it is. Can we please try? You've told me so much about it, you know? I wanna have my prostate massaged... " Thomas said and pulled it out of the box. He looked at me full of expectation as he held it up in the air.

 

I asked him if he had prepared himself for it somehow.

Thomas frowned and let his arm down.

 

" When was the last time you pinched a loaf? " I asked.

 

Again he had that lovely puzzled look on his face.

 

" When did you poo? Yesterday, this morning, this afternoon? If you are still full of poo you have to get that out first, ok? " I told him.

 

" I dunno, but I'll go and try to empty myself first " And he got up to go to the bathroom taking the anal douche with him.

 

" Thomas? " I stopped him grabbing his arm and looking into his eyes.

" Only when you're absolutely sure about this, ok? And if you are, take your pants and socks off in there. It can get quite messy the first time. Let me know if you need any help, ok? "

 

I let go of his arm and he walked off. In his tight jeans I could get a clear picture of his bum and it looked fine to me. He walked into the bathroom and I didn't hear him close the door this time. I walked over to my bedroom, undressed and changed into a set of jogging pants and a shirt. I intended to `help' him anyway. The moment I was done I heard him flushing the toilet. I waited for him to call me.

Knowing how hard it is to disconnect the spray tap, I knew beforehand he was at least gonna need my help connecting the anal douche.

When he called for me I took the pump of lubricant from the box and walked over to the bathroom. I opened the door and stuck my head around.

 

" What's up, buddy? Need any help? "

 

Thomas was down on his knees next to the toilet wearing nothing but his t-shirt. His little feet were crossed and his bare boy-bum rested on them.

 

" I can't get the spray tap off. Can you help me out? " he asked.

 

"Did you clean your bum hole with the spray tap first? " I asked him.

 

Thomas looked up at me and gave me his best smile. Again.

 

" Oopst, I forgot. " I heard him say.

 

I told him to get up the toilet seat facing me and to pull his legs up.

 

" Put your feet up on the seat as well and hold your legs a bit apart so I will have good access. "

 

He jumped up and did as I instructed. His 4,5 inch cut dick was hard and thumping at his heartbeat. His puckered anus seemed pretty clean but I wasn't gonna deny myself this pleasure. I got down on my knees in front of him.

I took the spray tap in one hand and a washcloth in the other and while spraying on his genitals and his anus I washed and rubbed it for several minutes. Gently I rolled his testies in their taut hairless pouch.

At first he was very curious about what all happened down there but then he relaxed.

 

" Him, that feels very nice. You changed clothes. Why? " he asked me.

 

" Well, I knew we were gonna play with water so I changed in something easy to wear. "

 

"And easy to get out off, right? I noticed the underfloor heating so there's no need for you to keep your pants on. " Again that cheeky smile.

 

I got up, hung back the pray tap and got rid of the washcloth. Then I lowered my pants in front of him seeing his eyes widen fixed on my hard cock. He started panting slightly and his tiny screw hole sized piss slit was covered in his boy-milk.

I got down on my knees in front of him again and stuck my hands under his knees. I lifted him up a bit and pushed him back against the lid and the toilet reservoir.

I lowered my head licking his puckered hole with my tongue for a minute or so. Then my tongue went along his perineum and I played with his hairless balls a while. Finally I licked upwards along his shaft cleaning his leaking dickhead.

Thomas moaned, clearly approving my actions. He looked down on me in complete horny amazement.

 

" I can assure you, you are clean on the outside, buddy. You ready for your internal cleansing? You can let your legs down for a minute while I change the tap. Take of your shirt too if you like. "

 

Thomas put his legs down and took his shirt of. His two small nipples were sticking out, hard as peas. He watched me changing the tap into the anal douche. I pumped some lube in my hand and lubricated the probe. Thomas raised his legs again and focused on what was about to happen. I then smeared the rest of the lube on his tight little puckered hole and started massaging the outside of his entrance with my slippery fingers.

 

" Relax baby, you're doing fine. As soon as you're relaxed down there I'm gonna insert the probe, ok? You'll hardly feel a thing. "

 

Thomas hummed leaning back with his eyes closed, a heavenly expression on his angelic face.

 

Knowing it is easy to insert the probe when lubricated I aimed for the entrance and pushed it inside in one go. I saw him quiver once, but after that he was totally relaxed with the probe up his ass.

 

Bit by bit I let in the water.

 

" You tell me when to stop ok? " I instructed him.

 

" I think you can stop now. So now what? " he asked after a while.

 

I told him to get up from the toilet and walk around in the bathroom for a minute. After that he had to sit on the toilet again keep his legs down and relieve himself pressing all the soiled water out.

 

We repeated this procedure a couple of times to make sure he was totally clean inside.

 

The final time Thomas went to relieve himself he was so anxious to finish up, he lifted his legs and put pressure on to soon. A jet of clear water shot towards my face and my chest. I even got some in my mouth. It tasted just like lukewarm clear water. We both laughed out loud. I got a towel and dried myself.

He was still holding up his legs, showing me his aroused state and his dripping wet anus.

 

" Are you ready for it? " I asked while putting some more lube on my hand and massaging his sphincter again.

Thomas hung backwards again with his eyes closed.

 

I got right to business and pushed my right middle finger in until I felt the knob. I started to brush it with regular intervals. With my thumb I stroke his perineum on the outside, pampering his prostate from both sides. Then I entered another lubricated digit.

He took a deep breath and threw his head back enjoying my knob fondling. I put my left forearm underneath his knees and pushed his legs up and back.

I entered a third slippery finger to get good access to his gland and stretch his sphincter to the max.

The moment I entered my third finger he held his breath for a second frowning his eyebrows.

However by the time I rubbed his prostate with three fingers he was back in heaven again.

His dick started oozing and I dove in, taking his hot boyhood in my warm wet mouth. I circled my tongue around his glans, sucking on his piss slit to get as much boy-milk out of him as I could.

It didn't take him long to explode and shoot his warm jizz to the back of my throat, shot after shot. I swallowed every drop he offered me and savored the aftertaste.

As he came he moaned loudly asking me to stop massaging him for a moment.

 

I stopped milking his dick with my tongue but let my fingers remain up his bum. Tasting and finger fucking a toy boy like this got me so worked up I wanted screw his tight little ass.

 

I released his dick, lowered my arm and looked up at him. His eyes were hazy and his shoulders heaved as he panted. Little drops of sweat rolled down his chest. His dick started to deflate little by little.

The heartbeat I felt in his sphincter made clear to me he was still aroused.

 

" O, Thomas " He sighed panting, " That was amazing! That was really amazing stuff! "

 

" Now get the lid down. Climb on top on your hands and knees and face the wall, baby. Make sure my fingers stay inside you little bum, ok? We're not done yet. " I told him.

 

Thomas' eyes widened and the biggest smile yet appeared on his face.

" So there's more? We're not done yet!? " he asked full of expectations.

 

I tried to keep my fingers up his ass while he got on his hands and knees on top of the toilet lid. He looked at me over his shoulder with cum-demanding eyes. " So what's next then? " he asked.

 

I lined him up in front of me and the moment I took my fingers out, I pushed my cockhead in before his tense sphincter would block the entrance. I was halfway in when I felt the ringmuscle tightening around my shaft. I remained like that for a couple of seconds waiting for the sphincter to tighten firmly.

 

" We're gonna be like `Thomas The Tank Engine, you and I, ok? I'll push and shove with my piston shaft and you can moan and heave receiving me in your tight cylinder. Let's let off some steam together! So if you wanna growl or moan aloud, don't hold back." And before I finished my sentence I pushed my 5,5 inch cock balls deep in his wet tightness.

Let me tell you, nothing compares to the heavenly warm wetness of a virgin boy-hole and the ultra tight grip it has on your cock.

 

As I brushed his little prostate along my way inside, Thomas squealed like a piglet ending in a growling sound I felt resonating in my cock.

My action was too intense for him, however. His body enervated for a moment causing his legs to part and his knees to slide down on both sides of the lid. Being out of balance he even hit his head on the reservoir with a bang ending on the lid with it.

I immediately grabbed his hips preventing him from falling of and my cock from slipping out. I tried to line him up again.

 

" Your still with me, baby? " I asked him ready to continue.

 

His ass was now up in the air, his head low resting on the lid. With his arms hanging lame alongside the toilet he muttered near exhaustion " My God, what was that!? That was intense! Go on, give it to me again! "

 

When I pulled back he moaned to encourage me. His ass was so delightfully tight I thought he might squeeze off my cock. I entered him again with precision and brushed his little walnut along the way. He squealed in ultimate ecstasy and growled in the end even in a lower tone than the first time.

 

I started pumping in and out of him with regular strokes loving the squealing, growling and moaning sounds from the boy in front of me. The longer I pumped and pushed the higher pitched he squealed.

After ten minutes of pumping his delightful ass I asked him to raise his upper body, hollow his back but keep facing the wall.

I could feel his ass tightening up around my cock as he raised himself. That completely send me over the moon.

Aiming my throbbing tool directly at his prostate now, I entered him a few times more and finally pumped his ass full of my cum, holding him tight to me at the hips.

At the same time Thomas blew of his load and the fast grip of his sphincter on my cock intensified even more.

I put my arms around him in a close embrace. We were ear to ear, my head resting on his shoulder. I saw his cum seeping down the reservoir.

 

Catching our breath I finally pulled my deflating cock out of his boy-hole.

Thomas, still on his knees, leaned forward with his elbows on the reservoir. He started to leak cum out of his stretched sphincter. I tried to make a mental picture of it.

 

" Oh my God, that was great! That was really amazing! " He panted.

 

" You are a great performer, buddy. Your bum is nice and tight too. I loved eating your delicious boy jizz. It's a great appetizer for the spaghetti with meatballs later on. Let's take shower, clean up and get dressed. I guess you're hungry right? "

 

After a quick shower we cleaned up the bathroom, got dressed and went to the kitchen. Thomas sat himself at the dinner table.

 

" If this is what all boys have, I don't need a girl! When's the next time I can come over for dinner? " He asked.

 

I told him. " Well, let's put it like this: Don't start pushing your grandfather down the stairs, ok? You're welcome anytime. "

 

We sent pictures of me and Thomas having spaghetti and ice-cream over to Susan, asking how grandpa was doing. She texted grandpa was all right however he had to stay in the hospital for a few more days. She would be home by 10.30PM.

 

After dinner we watched the first two Harry Potter movies. Sitting on the couch the boy immediately crawled up at me. I put my arm around him feeling his warmth. Halfway through the second movie he got sleepy so I fetched a blanket to keep him warm. He put his head in my lap and started nodding. I gently stroke his body absentmindedly. Finally, Thomas fell asleep totally exhausted in fetal position.

 

The silicone cock ring was still on the coffee table and I decided it would be a nice gift for my young friend.

I took the cockring and stuffed it down his underpants fumbling with his flaccid dick a little while. He moaned in his sleep but it didn't wake him up.

 

By the time Susan arrived I woke him up gently.

 

" Thomas, buddy. Wake up. Your mom's here. Time to go home. "

 

Thomas opened his sleepy eyes, disorientated for a moment. Then he remembered and his lovely smile appeared again.

 

" Moms back? " he asked half awake.

 

I got up and let Susan in. When we both entered the living room I whispered to him. " Go to the bathroom, buddy, you had a lot to drink tonight. " and I helped him get up.

 

With the blanket still wrapped around him he walked off to the bathroom.

Meanwhile Susan and I spoke about grandpa. She was knackered.

 

Thomas came back with a huge smile on his face and hugged his mother, asking about grandpa. Susan couldn't see his face but he was sending me kisses through the air and making the OK-gesture making a ring with his thumb and index finger. Standing behind Susan I winked at him in return.

 

" So what did you guys do besides eating spaghetti and sleeping on the couch? " Susan asked.

 

Thomas looked up at his mother and answered " We watched al lot of TV, mom. "

 

I filled in the blanks. " Yeah, we started with Thomas The Tank Engine and ended with Harry Potter. "

 

" Aren't you guys a bit too old for Thomas The Tank Engine? " She wondered.

 

" No, Thomas is cool! Huffin' and puffin all the time, throwing white steam in the air! " I said.

 

" Yeah, and blowin' his whistle! " Thomas added cheerful.

 

" And hey, he's called Thomas, so what's not to love, right? " I told her smiling.

 

We were both smiling so convincingly, she had to agree somehow, not getting the innuendo.

" You guys are as thick as thieves, I can tell. Did you thank Thomas for dinner and his hospitality? " Susan asked her son.

 

Thomas walked over to me and hugged me wrapped in his blanket. He gently humped my leg on purpose without his mother noticing. " Thank you for the spaghetti and the nice evening. " He said.

 

" You're welcome, buddy." I answered as I held him close. " I was glad you came. You can cum anytime you want."

 

Again Susan didn't get the innuendo so she watched endeared at this little scene in front of her. Thomas clearly did get it and tightened his grip on me for a moment.

 

" Time for bed, buddy. You can return the blanket next time you cum over, ok? Sleep well. "

I pushed him gently to Susan brushing his hair.

 

" Good night, Thomas. " He murmured ending in his mother's embrace.

 

" Thank you. " Susan whispered and they walked of in the night.

 

" Thank you, Susan " I thought.

 

I'll feed him spaghetti any day of week.

Just as long as he'll feed me my appetizer.

 

 

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