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

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Mr. Thomas found a new friend in eleven year old Thomas, the son of an ex-coworker.

Due to family-troubles little Thomas got to spend an evening alone with mr. Thomas, learning about Spaghetti `n meatballs, anal sex and Harry Potter.

 

Thomas - Part 2

 

Damn! The little bugger injected me with his juice of life. I felt twenty years younger.

The moment I closed my front door behind them, I leaned against it and slid down onto the doormat. I had to take a couple of deep breaths to compose myself. I relived every second crystal clear. From the moment I opened the door for him early that afternoon, till he was collected by Susan late that evening.

My god, he was adorable. And I'm sure he loved every minute of it as well!

 

But I had to be careful.

Joys like these come at a high price when you're not extremely careful.

I went to bed quite spent.

 

The next morning I was having a cup of coffee in just my bathrobe, when the doorbell rang. I got up and looked out the window. Out in the street in front of my house was Susan in her car with the motor running.

Would she drop off little Thomas at my doorstep again!?

I dressed myself descent, closing my bathrobe, and walked over to the front door. Through the rolled glass I could see the small figure of little Thomas. I opened the door for him and there he was, a big smile on his face, offering me my blanket.

 

" Goodmorning Thomas! " I said and squatted down.

 

Of course he echoed saying " Goodmorning Thomas! "

 

I noticed Thomas had a bump on the left corner of his face, just underneath his hairline.

 

" O buddy, what happened, you bumped your head on something? " I asked worryingly.

 

" It's from yesterday, remember? " Thomas replied.

 

" O Thomas, I'm sorry! But I don't even remember hitting you. I would never hurt you in a million years! " trying hard to remember how he ended up with that bump his head.

 

Thomas whispered " I hit my head on the reservoir and on the toilet, remember. My lights almost went out as you forced yourself in me. But don't worry about it, it was definitely worth it. Besides, I told mom I hit my head on a doorpost. "

 

Being squatted down, my bathrobe opened up so I gave him a good view of my jewels dangling free between my legs. Being the curious boy he is, he immediately had his eyes fixed on them.

 

" You're not wearing anything underneath, are you? " he continued in a whispering voice widening his eyes in anticipation. " I'm wearing something extra today! " he added in a soft voice with a cheeky smile.

 

" Ahh, your wearing my ring, right? So we're kinda married now, you wearing my ring? "

 

Thomas blushed as only children can. His head went red, he twisted one of his legs and looked down to the ground.

 

" No, not married. Boyfriends, ok? " he murmured blushing.

 

" Ok, boyfriends then. Buddy listen, remember only to wear the ring one hour at the time. To keep your trinity healthy down there you need to it take off for at least 20 minutes. You have to keep `m healthy. You got only one set and you have to make do with that one for the rest of your life. "

 

" HONEY! Hurry up! Grandpa is waiting! " Susan shouted from the car.

 

" GIVE US A MINUTE!! " I shouted back in a stern voice, and to Thomas " He ain't going anywhere " and winked at him.

 

Thomas giggled at my remark and his eyes were still fixed on my groin. Seeing his mouth opened an licking his lips I started to get aroused.

His beautiful eyes widened some more and I noticed a tension developing in his trousers.

But with the cockring around his dick `n eggs he would return to the car clearly showing. I couldn't grab in his undies on the threshold, Susan would surely notice. And he couldn't either. He was gonna have to sit next to her in the front seat for an hour with a raging hard-on, so I had to get him out of this predicament.

 

" So this time you really have to go and see grandpa, right? " I asked.

 

" Yeah, mom told me I can't stay with you today. I'm gonna be bored stiff out there. " he muttered.

 

That gave me an idea.

 

" Well, I can't send you back to the car with that erection, now can I? And wearing that ring you're gonna stay hard all the way to the hospital. Buddy, your mom told me yesterday you're not much of a reader, are you? " I asked him.

 

" Uhu, so? " he replied.

 

" So what if I gave you a comic and the Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone book to read in the hospital? You can cover your erection with it in the car. As soon as you're in the hospital, you go to the restroom and you can take the ring off. " I explained.

 

"Thanks. But we saw the movie yesterday, so why should I read the book afterwards? " He asked.

 

" Thomas buddy, there's more in the book than there was in the movie. That's what makes reading fun! I have all the Harry Potters, you can read them all. Whenever you finish reading one we can discuss the difference between the book and the movie over spaghetti `n meatballs. Just you and I. How'd you like that!? "

 

He offered me the biggest smile from ear to ear both eyes and mouth wide open. My god he looked adorable!

 

" Now hand me the blanket, I don't want my snake peeking through the curtains as I get up. "

 

Thomas giggled again and watched me rise to my feet. He was exactly in front of me blocking the view of Susan. But he didn't offer me the blanket, leaving me standing out there with my cock catching a draft.

 

" Give me the blanket! " I whispered loudly but still he made no effort. He just stood there smiling, transfixed. By now a little wet spot was starting to show in his pants.

 

" Thomas, snap out of it and hand me the blanket! " I ordered him with grinding teeth at a whispering commanding tone, my eyes wide open.

 

Then an evil grin appeared and he looked up at me, clearly enjoying the control he had over me at that moment.

 

" Nice...That's for handing me over to my mom damaged, yesterday. I had to make up some lousy excuse to cover your actions... " and slowly he raised his hands offering me the blanket. "I got you a present inside the blanket. Don't look now, wait till I'm in the car, ok? "

 

Of course I was very curious but I knew better than to open my present out in the doorway.

I grabbed the blanket out of his hands an immediately covered my leaking cock with it. It was already deflating but it still reared its head outside the comfort of the robe. I looked at Susan who by now was looking pretty angry. I raised my index finger and mimicked `1 minute'. I turned around an ran inside to fetch a comic and the book I promised Thomas.

Coming back to the front door I noticed Thomas's wet spot had even got bigger. I gave him the comic and the book and told him to cover himself immediately.

I held on to his shoulder as we walked over to the car finding Susan busy with her phone texting.

 

" I'm sorry Susan, " I said. " We had a little catching up to do. I noticed the bump on his head. I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I gave him a comic and a book to read in the hospital. If he wants to, we can discuss the differences between the book and the movie over spaghetti `n meatballs next week. "

 

" We'll see about that, Thomas. GET IN THE CAR, THOMAS, WE'RE ALREADY LATE!! " She shouted at the boy.

 

Mentally crushed by his mother yelling at him, Thomas opened the door and tried to get in..

 

" IN THE BACK, YOU! I DON'T WANT YOU IN THE FRONT TODAY! " She added.

 

" Please Susan, don't take it out on him. Blame me, I'm the one who kept talking to him. "

 

Susan looked at me with emotional watery eyes. Then I understood what got her so worked up.

 

" He's getting worse, isn't he? You shouldn't drive being upset like that. " I pleaded with her.

 

After taking a deep breath Susan said quietly " Complications arose after his surgery. They're not sure if he's gonna make it. "

" Then drive carefully and best of luck. If I can help you out in any way, let me know, ok? " I offered.

 

I saw Thomas's stuffy face in the back of the car and winked at him. He was already consumed by his comic. Standing bare feet in just my robe I saw them drive off.

 

I went inside and unwrapped the blanket.

In it was a photocopy of Thomas's bum and hairless ballsack. His fingers showed his buns spreading apart giving clear view to his dark puckered hole. Vaguely visible was the tip of his dickhead between his legs. There was writing on it saying `Love you! xxx'

 

How the hell did he manage to do that in this short of time? He went home with Susan yesterday and today, after 10-11 hours he was back on my doorstep.

I loved his gift and decided to frame it and hang it on my bedroom wall.

I discovered my cock had freed itself from de dark confinement behind the robe and it reached up as if it wanted to see the photo too.

 

Our friendship was definitely reaching to a next level exchanging gifts.

 

My leaking worsened as I got dizzy focusing on his little tight sphincter.

Time for me masturbate remembering how I became acquainted yesterday in this lovely boy-hole.

 

It only took me 3 minutes to spray my shower cell with my warm juices.

 

 

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