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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, Harry Potter and the pleasures of anal sex. The next day though, little Thomas had to go and visit his grandfather with his mother.

 

Thomas - Part 3

 

Even though I had seen him that very morning on my doorstep, smiling his delightful smile at me, I felt empty. My god, did I miss having him around, and it had only been two hours since they drove off to see grandpa. I caught myself holding the blanket against my face, trying to smell him in there. I knew rationally this had nothing to do with love, but all to do with lust.

Walking around boned-up the rest of the morning, thinking how only yesterday my tongue softly brushed his taut velvety pouch and rolled his eggs inside. My hands on his frail hamstrings keeping his legs up, trying to get access to his cleansed puckered hole. The soft curves of his youthful body. The dimples in his butt cheeks as he tightened his sphincter the moment I retracted my cock out of his enveloping wet warmness. His cute little toes curling, accompanied by his moaning and grunting, every time I entered him while he clamped the toilet lid.

Bud also the sound of his laughter, his sweet little earlobes and how he crawled up to me at the couch watching TV. His cheerful and energetic presence. How my fingers played with his hair while his head was in my lap as he fell asleep during the movie.

A paternal love then perhaps?

One with a lustful twist, at least!

 

Around 02.00PM I send Susan a text asking about her father and expressing my care for them asking how they were holding up.

She called me back telling me complications had arisen after surgery and her father was kept in a coma to keep him stabilized. She needed to be by his side for when he woke up, she told me.

Her father being in a coma, there was presumably not much for the both of them to do but wait.

Prudently I asked how Thomas was doing.

" He's reading a lot in his Harry Potter book. He seems to enjoy it a lot. Thank you, Thomas. This way he has some distraction and the gravity of it all will not way on his young shoulders so much. " she answered.

 

" Susan, do you have any family that can help you? You shouldn't have to do this all by yourself, you know? Maybe your ex? " I asked.

 

She reacted like being stung by a bee saying her ex decided to get out of their lives and was subsequently no longer part of `the family'.

" No, there's no one else. I got two nieces on the other side of the country. I informed them about the situation of my father, but I got no indications that they are willing to help. The way you cared for us these last couple of days makes you more family then all of them combined! " she added quite emotionally.

 

I could hear the emotional tension in her voice, knowing she did the best to compose herself because Thomas was close by.

 

" Susan, dear, I understand this his hard, it's your father and the boy's grandfather. If you need help, all you have to do is ask. As long as your father is in a coma, there's not much you can do for him, right? I take it that Thomas has to go to school tomorrow? Or do you want to call him in sick? " I asked.

 

I heard Susan take in a short deep breath. "Oh my God, Thomas, I didn't realize its Sunday today! This situation made me completely lose track of time. What am I gonna do!? I can't leave my fathers side. What if he wakes up and I'm not there? " and on she went, talking more to herself then to me.

 

"Susan, Susan, listen to me. How far away does your father live from the hospital? Do you have the key to your father's house? Perhaps you two can sleep there? Then at least you're close by. " I said.

 

" That might be a good idea but,...OH MY GOD, DONALD!! " she suddenly shouted.

 

" Eh, who? " I asked he, totally confused.

 

" Donald, the cat! He's at home and he needs to be fed! Oh dear, how am I gonna do all this!? " she answered and I could hear her start to cry a little.

 

It was time for me to take charge. I loathe people who can't keep their shit together in situations like these. If I wanted to stay on top of this mess, I had to act now. Clearly none of the neighbors had a key to the house.

I needed my little buddy near me and his mother as far away as possible for the time being. Here was my chance to offer my `help' again. Thanks to Donald The Cat!

 

I suggested to drive over to the hospital to get the key of the house so at least the cat would be fed.

 

" And l will take Thomas with me, so he can go to school tomorrow. You'll stay at your fathers place so if anything changes in his situation you'll be by his side in no time. " I decided.

 

I didn't wait for an answer, but my plan must have been echoing in her head. She was an emotional wreck by now, almost on the brink of a nervous breakdown. She'd probably go along with whatever I suggested her was going to happen.

I told her I'd be there in an hour, hung up on her, got dressed and prepared the spare bedroom. Thomas wasn't gonna be sleeping in there bud I had to keep up appearances. Finally I made sure my new toy, a vibrating egg, was charging so it could be initiated.

 

A damn cat! Who would've thought a cat would come to my rescue?

 

Although the weather was nice I decided to keep the hardtop on the black Mini with tainted windows. I decided last year to spend some of the money on a nice car, even though I didn't really need one. I was happy I left it with a full tank of gas. Within the hour I parked the car at the hospital parking lot.

Thomas was already waiting for me outside and the boy was very excited to see me of course, showing me a big happy smile on his face. He ran over, pulled me down by my jacket slightly and hugging me tight, just a bit longer than necessary.

 

" How are you, buddy? How's your granddad? " I asked him during our embrace.

 

Susan walked over to us.

 

" I'm ok. I'm so glad you came, Uncle Thomas! Are you gonna take me home? I don't wanna sleep at grandpa's or alone at home with Donald, can I sleep at your place? Can Donald come too? Wow, what a cool car, man! " he was rambling on.

 

" Thomas! " I spoke firm and holding him at arm's length. " First tell me about granddad. "

 

He looked a bit startled, hearing me talking to him this firmly for the first time.

" Granddad's sleeping all the time. He doesn't wake up at all. He's got tubes in his nose and his arm. There's some computer feeding him and beeping all the time. Mom holds his hand, she cries a lot. I can't read when I'm in his room, drives me crazy. So I sit out in the hall all the time and read over there a lot. "

Somehow the focus shifted from his granddad to himself while he was talking.

 

I looked at Susan and she was even more of a mess then this morning.

 

" Uncle Thomas...? " I asked.

 

" I decided he should be more respectful towards you, so your `Uncle Thomas' from now on. " Susan responded.

 

I shrugged, fine by me.

 

" Susan, I gather your father is in capable hands here. Why don't we all go to the restaurant in the hospital and eat something. Afterwards you should go to your father's house and try to get some rest. I'll take care of Thomas and Donald. "

 

I didn't wait for her to decide and lay my hand on Thomas's shoulder and started walking into the hospital. Susan followed us like a zombie.

"Show me where the restaurant is, buddy! " I asked him.

 

We entered the buffet restaurant and Thomas told his mother to find us a place to sit. He would pick out something she liked. Susan scuffed off and we went round the buffet getting drinks hamburgers and fries. Thomas choose a big salad for his mom cause `she liked salads a lot' he said.

At the cashiers I wanted to get my wallet out of my side pocket but I found there was some cloth stuffed in there.

When I tried to pull it out, Thomas discreetly blocked my move. I looked at the cloth and it had a Spiderman print on it. I could see the very naughty look in his eyes. These were his undies and he stuffed them in there as he greeted me in the parking lot!

In front of the cashier I pulled them out and sniffed in them and wiped my nose with them, as if it were a normal handkerchief. I smelled a whiff of staleness in there along with detergent and his muscy boy-scent. Thomas now blushed, and leaned against me. I could feel his hardness pressing on my knee out of sight of the cashier. Wiggling a bit, his hard-on rolled over the side of my leg which got me hard as well.

 

I gave the cashier my credit card.

 

Bending over to Thomas I whispered in his ear " You're teasing me now buddy, but you're the one walking towards your mother with a hard-on clearly on display in your pants, no undies to restrain it. You sure you wanna keep rolling on my thigh? "

 

" Mom's only got eyes for granddad now. And the rest of the time she's got tears in her eyes or she's busy on her phone. She won't notice, believe me. " he whispered grinning in my ear.

 

While he spoke to me I could feel his hand brushing upwards form my knee to my groin, again out of sight of the cashier. When I looked down I saw him hooking his index finger into his waistband giving me a glimpse of a young sturdy boner with a white tear in the eye of its purple head. His whole set of boy-jewels was restrained again by the silicon cockring I'd given him.

O Lord, this boy knew how to turn me on!

 

" Your mom's not the only one with a tear in her eye, now is she? " I asked him sliding my hand from his back to his bum. I squeezed in one of his buns and pushed him forwards to where his mother had sat down. " Take the tray and go to her, I'll be over in a minute. "

 

I got my credit card back, went over to the cutlery-stand and took some extra time choosing knives and forks so my rigid member would deflate a bit. At the table Thomas was looking sad and Susan looked unhappy too.

 

" So, what's wrong? " I asked.

 

" I don't like it that you're taking Thomas home and I'm staying behind. " Susan muttered pouting like a child. " I want him to stay with me. "

 

" Susan, dear, I know it's hard for you right now, but Thomas needs to go to school tomorrow. And look at you, you're exhausted! You can't look after Thomas and watch over your father at the same time. You don't know how long he'll be in a coma. Might be for days, even weeks. Do you want Thomas to miss out school all that time? You're in no shape to drive up an down from home to the hospital twice a day, either. So you'll stay here and watch over your father while I make sure Thomas goes to school tomorrow. You call his teachers and explain the situation. Tomorrow we'll drive up here again and bring you a clean set of clothes. Thomas can stay with me as long as necessary. " I told her.

 

" But..." Susan tried, but I held my foot down.

 

" Susan, please, we've talked about this. God forbid, but you'll never forgave yourself if you weren't with your father on his last moments of clarity, right? You're in no state to make a rational decision right now. Stop discussing what you know is the only solution and eat! Thomas has almost finished his hamburger and fries, so let's not spoil this meal, ok? " I pressed on her in a stern voice.

 

While I was talking, Susan quietly started to cry. That made me all the more determent. Thomas didn't dare to look at his mother and focused on his fries. I gestured to him he should comfort his mother. Thomas got the message. He put his arm around her saying it would be allright.

Susan finally stopped crying and we all eat in silence.

After our meal Thomas got his book and we walked to the entrance of the building and I asked Susan for the house keys.

She was still not happy to comply but gave them to me anyway.

I gave her a big hug and she clamped herself to me.

 

" I don't know, Thomas. " she muttered in my ear.

 

Still hugging I whispered stern " Please, stop crying, Susan. Think about your son and your father. What will he be thinking as he wakes up to the sound of a wailing woman!? " and I released my embrace.

 

" Thomas, it's time to go. Say goodbye to your mother. " I said. I knew this was gonna last for ever so I started walking towards the exit. Thomas hugged his mother and he had a hard time getting out of his mother's grip.

 

" Thomas! Time to go! " I added letting Susan know she had to let the boy go. Thomas came running over to me and grabbed my hand. As I looked back at Susan she was saving her hand, like the last knight in Indiana Jones's Last Crusade, while her world was tumbling down around her. This time Indie had retrieved his prize, though.

 

Getting outside holding Thomas by my side I was overjoyed. The sun was shining and there was a slight breeze.

 

" And buddy, do you want you undies back or are those a gift? " I asked as we entered the car.

 

" Keep `m. I don't wanna wear them when I'm with you. Can I take my pants off in the car too? I've been wearing my cockring all morning, I'm so horny! " the boy said with a huge smile on his face and closing the door.

 

I sat in the car and watched him take off his shoes and pants in the chair next to me. The tainted windows kept the outside world unaware of the eleven year old boy pealing off his clothes, hampered by his hard-on all the time. The sun coming through the windows gave his frail body a golden shine. The top of is dick still showed that little drop of boy-milk. The car started to smell of the boy and his hormones.

I made sure of a comfortable temperature in the car so he wouldn't get cold during our ride home.

 

" Buckle up and make sure you don't get any stains on the upholstry. Those stains are hard to remove. "

 

" Don't worry, Uncle Thomas, I'll know what to do with that." and he rubbed his index finger along his purple dickhead so the drop of juice lingered on his little finger. Then he leaned over and held his finger in front of my mouth. I tried to lick it but me kept pulling his finger away, teasing me. Thomas giggled with pleasure. Finally he smeared it on my upper lip where I could just lick it off with my tongue. The sweetness of the liquid sparked my taste buds and I hummed in full satisfaction getting hard myself again.

 

" Why don't you like my mother, Uncle Thomas? " the boy asked me. " You talked to her like my father always did. Are you angry with her? "

 

" No, buddy, I'm not angry with your mother. But in these moments of stress she has to be more decisive. And if she can't be, then I will. It's in the best for all concerned. Maybe it sounds a bit harsh now, but in time she will thank me for it. And besides, if she can make a beautiful boy like you I have to thank her for that, right? I do that by sharing the burden and taking care of you. " I answered. Thomas accepted my explanation without any argument.

The rest of the ride home he was talking about what he'd read in his Harry Potter book and the differences between the book and the movie. Meanwhile he was slowly stroking his dick and teasing me time and time again feeding me his boy-juice on his finger. And whenever the hardness in his loins subsided because he was all absorbed by his own narrative, I reached out to brush and tickle the inside of his thighs with my fingertips. Together with the great smile on his face and the horny twinkle in his eyes the stiffness then returned in no time. Getting up the driveway I opened the garage door remotely, drove the car inside backwards and closed it behind us.

 

" Don't we need to feed Donald first? " Thomas asked me while he unbuckled his seatbelt.

 

" Cats can easily do without a meal for a day. I don't know how much longer I can do without mine. I guess it's time for you to properly feed me instead of a little drop at the time! "

 

I unbuckled and leaned over to the naked boy sitting next to me. Again with only my fingertips I brushed over his entire warm body but staying away from his boy-jewels. I reached over and pulled the lever on the other side of the seat to let the back down. Thomas smiled and consented with his eyes. I kissed his right knee and moved slowly up his leg feeling the radiating heat more and more as I moved towards his groin. Thomas hummed of pleasure and as I reached his abs I felt his hands taking hold of my head.

 

" My god, you're hot, buddy! " I whispered. My left hand again brushing his frail body, making goosebumps on his hairless torso.

 

While my hands were all over him, he tried his best to unbuttoned my shirt. After minutes of caressing I broke up our intanglement and said " Maybe we'd better continue this inside. I ordered a new toy last week and I'd like for you to try it out first."

 

His eyes wide, looking at me, he asked me panting " What is it. Can you tell me? "

 

" You have to be patient, buddy. You'll see soon enough. " I answered him.

 

" I guess it's about time to use the toilet again, isn't it? " the boy suggested. " Now I know how nice that feels perhaps I can clean you too, Uncle Thomas? " grinning at me.

My naked golden boy got out of the car leaving his clothes like it was the most normal thing in the world. I watched him walk off towards the little steps that gave entrance to the main house. He turned sideways giving me a nice view of his hard-on pointing upwards.

 

" You cummin'? " he asked with his eyes full of anticipation.

 

" Almost, buddy, almost. " I said to myself.

 

By the time I got to the bathroom Thomas was already working hard to empty his bowels, having the wooden box with toys on his lap. While he was rummaging through, looking for the new toy. I undressed in front of him and got into the walk-in shower.

 

" It's not in there. When you're done, I want you to come in here. " I said washing myself. " I have an extra enema attached to the shower so I can clean your insides here also. Don't forget to take the lube."

 

The boy smiled at me, flushed the toilet and stepped into the shower following his purple headed hard-on.

 

" Clean yourself first while I empty myself, too. I'll be right over. " I told him, my hand sliding along his back cupping his buns and teasing my middle finger at his little pucker.

 

Sitting on the toilet and relieving myself I watched as his hairless body got all wet and glistening. His muscular legs, his hairfree armpits, the smile of enjoyment while he was watched and adored.

Thomas dropped the soap on purpose, turned around and bend over slowly, giving me a clear view of his pink pucker. Looking back at me, warm water splashing on his back.

 

" What's taken you so long, Old Man? " he asked. He pumped some lube on his hand and started rubbing it on his back entrance.

 

I pressed for one final time, flushed the toilet, walked into the shower and told him to keep standing bend over.

I grabbed the enema with the extended hose and rubbed it along the boy's lubed cleavage. I rested the enemas nozzle at his pink pucker for a moment. Without warning I pushed it all the way inside resulting in a puppy-like squeal coming out the other side from the boy.

 

" You said something, Thomas? " I asked. " Now lean with your hands against the wall, it's time to fill you up. "

As I opened the tap of the enema, cold water that was still in the hose, started to flow into his rectum.

 

" THAT'S COLD WATER!!! " Thomas screamed, trying to raise his body.

 

I grabbed his neck with one hand keeping him bend over. " Stop crying like a baby! It'll get warm in a moment. That's the water that was still inside the hose. " I said laughing.

 

" That's not funny! " he said, but he couldn't contain his laughter either.

 

By the time the water was leaking out alongside the probe I knew he was pretty much filled up. The moment I pulled out the enema he forcefully pushed out the soiled water, all over me, laughing out loud afterwards.

I couldn't get angry with him so I started laughing as well. With the shower still running I got clean in no time.

After I repeated the procedure a couple of times with warm water, I lubed two fingers and gently pushed them in. I could feel his prostate was considerably enlarged compared to last time I had my fingers up there. Brushing his gland made Thomas moan and twist like a cat in heat again. Boy, he was horny, I couldn't wait to drink his nectar again!

Spreading my fingers and whidening his sphincter got the last bit of water out of his rectum. I wiped his crease with my fingers and licked my tongue all the way up and down a couple of times. I couldn't restrain myself so I grabbed his smooth buns spreading them as wide apart as possible and let my tongue brush his wrinkled clean entrance. I probed my warm tongue inside and got to French kissing the hot inner sanctity beyond his sphincter. Every time I brushed the inside closest to his bottom seam he breathed out and grunted. His grunting resonated through my tongue. After a couple of minutes of heavenly rimming my golden boy like that, I backed off and tooke a deep breath.

 

" Yep, you're clean, Thom-ass. Time to get the new toy. Wait here. " I said, emphasizing `ass'.

 

I got up and walked to the kitchen where the vibrating egg was now fully charged and ready for some tight boy-ass. This remote controlled prostate massaging toy had great reviews.

Getting back in the bathroom I told him to close his eyes, because this is a surprise.

I peeked inside and watched Thomas covering his eyes with his hands.

 

" Turn around and bend over. And no peeking! " I told him walking into the bathroom and leaving the remote control at the wash basin. He obeyed and offered me his lubed back entrance. I made sure the toy was well greased and pushed it gently up his rectum.

Again I heard a puppy-like squeal coming from the boy. " Just to get you adjusted and opened up for later. " I lied.

 

" Feels funny. " Thomas said wiggling his ass and shaking the tail of the egg over his buns a couple of times. He bowed his head and pushed his deflated jewels aside. " What is that thing? " he asked as he looked up to me.

 

" Just leave it there and clean me out first. " I told him. " Be gentle with your Uncle Thomas, will you? " giving him a wink getting on my hands and knees.

 

" Don't worry, I'm gonna take good care of you, Old Man. " he said.

 

Thomas took hold of the enema and hung it back on it's hook. He first got the soap and washed both my cheeks, crease and sphincter. It was a delightful feeling having his small fidgeting fingers all over my ass. I heard him pumping for some lube and rubbing it on my entrance. I felt a little finger pumping several times and heard him humm in wonderment. He couldn't reach my prostate, though.

 

Next I could feel two little fingers enter me at the same time and he hummed again, still not able to reach it.

 

" You clean me first and take your time for it. After that you can test how many of your fingers it takes to reach my prostate, ok? And you'd better clipped your finger nails, friend!" I told him and looked back at him. He sat there, like a horney little monkey, his ringed dick upright again, his balls clearly pronounced in their pouch, the antenna if the toy sticking out of his ass. His eyes were big in anticipation, focused on my entrance and his eager hands all over my backside.

Thomas took the anal douche and for five times he gave me a thorough cleansing. Looking behind me, I saw the water ejecting out with so much force it splashed off of his small chest. The final time he filled me up, he told me to wait before ejectioning. He positioned his head behind me, grabbed my dick and started yanking. He opened his mouth. " Go! " he shouted and I pressed. Clear water shot out of my ass into his mouth. He was trying to drink some, the silly boy. His youthful enthusiasm for ass-play was clearly shown by the joyful look in his eyes. God, that gave me a very good feeling seeing how happy he was

 

" Let's take it up the stairs to the bedroom, ok buddy? " I said and we dried ourselves with a couple of big fluffy towels.

 

I followed him up the stairs watching the antenna sticking out of his tight pucker swing left to right. I asked him to stop and turn around. He stopped halfway up the stairs and turned towards me with a questioning look in his eyes. My head was level with his groin. Leaning over to him, I stuck out my tongue and licked upwards his tools from his eggs to the top of his boy-boner.

I looked past his warm jewels savoring the view of that tight body of my young playmate, searching for eye contact. The moment our eyes met, I pressed the remote control activating the vibrating egg inside him.

Like in slow motion I watched his eyes turning to the back of his head. Throwing his head backwards, opening his mouth and let out a primeval sound of extasy.

" OH My god... OOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!! "

He grabbed for the banisters as his legs sagged. All his muscles thightened, his back arched so far backwards he was touching the upholstered stairs with the back of his head. Heaving extatic moans continuously in this position he offered me his love tool on compulsion. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. I enveloped my lips around his throbbing appendix and flattened his spongy head between my palate and my tongue. It didn't take long for his prostate to pump up an actual flow of delicious warm boy-juice out of his tap.

He'd been wearing his cockring all day long, making him horny as hell, and producing lot's of juice. So in no time, my mouth got filled with his gland-nectar. I couldn't let it linger in my mouth as the flow continued. I kept drinking this most exquisite liquor ever produced while his tap was still open. I didn't want to miss a single drop.

 

" OH MY GOD, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. PLEASE TURN IT OFF!!! " he screamed in the end, shaking his head and with all his might trying to keep hold of the banisters. I had to keep the twisting and moaning boy from sliding down, so I turned off the toy and got hold of his upper legs, half cheeks, half hamstrings.

My lips still around his leaking super sensitive head, I made sure he was drained before I let go.

 

`As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.'

 

Thomas slid down into my arms. He was enduring post ejaculative spasms and I had to grab a firm hold of him. As his protector I pressed him tight to me. Thomas was glistening wet covered in little pearls of sweat. And besides the spasms, shivers in waves went all through his young body.

Totally exhausted he didn't even have the strength anymore to wrap his arm around my neck. He murmured feverish ravings while I carried him up to my bed like a wounded deer and covered him with the duvet. I quickly went downstairs to get him an energy drink. As I walked back into the bedroom he as half asleep and coming back to his scenses.

 

" What was that!? " he asked with a hoarse voice as I helped him to sit up straight.

 

" That's the new toy I was telling you about. Quite intense, wasn't it? You need to drink that first to regain some of your strength. " handing him the energy drink. " It looks like you might be over sensitive for it, though. And you shouldn't wear the cockring all day long. I told you one hour max. Your prostate was as big as a tangerine in there."

 

I went for his groin and gently pulled off the silicon ring from his boy-jewels. He was holding the drink with both hands still shaking and looked disappointed at me taking it off. He was sitting wide-legged and his soles pressed to one another. The antenna was still sticking out of his little pucker. I pulled on the antenna to get it out. He tried his best tightening his sphincter to keep it in, but he didn't have the strength for it yet, so it slid out.

 

" But I love wearing that ring. It was making me feel great all day long! What's one thing got to do with the other? " he asked, pouting his lips.

 

" And I love drinking your milk, trust me I do. But wearing the ring all day got your prostate overworked and big as a tangerine, containing lots and lots of seemen fluid. When I asked you to feed me, earlier today, I didn't mean for you to drown me! You've shown me great stamina last time, but we need to be careful. A reaction on the toy like you had is not how it's intended. You're not supposed to pass out! I love having ass-fun with you like this but we don't need any internal injuries. I told your mom I'd take care of you, remember? "

 

" Can I at least play with you prostate, then? " he asked with puppy-dog eyes.

 

" Later. First you need to eat something, we need to feed Donald, get you some clean clothes and a toothbrush. You're staying with me as long as your mother watches over grandpa, so we need get some of your stuff overhere? "

 

I got up and went downstairs to dress myself and get Thomas' clothes from the car. My sex drive was gone for the moment, at least I had to behave with some responsibility for the kid. When I ended up back at the bottom of the stairs Thomas was standing at the top, proudly showing me his tied off erect instruments.

 

" You said you're my boyfriend when you gave me this ring. I intend to wear it! And don't worry, I know we'll be having fun within a couple of hours, so it won't have time grow so large again. " he said grinning at me.

 

I created an eleven year old sex monster.

 

 

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