Tommy's Passions

by

NiftySilverBear

Thank you all for the feedback from other stories on Nifty. My other stories are listed in your prolific author entry: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#niftysilverbear. Speaking of Nifty...this site has been giving me my jollies for a long time now, as I'm sure it has for you also. Take a moment to make a donation so stories like this can keep flowing and so can you <wink>!

Now for the usual disclaimers: 1. This story is about love and sexual relations between adults and minors. If it is illegal to read these stories where you live, or if you are under the age of 18, close the site now. 2. This story is PURE FICTION. The reason for a site like this is to get our rocks off without participating in illegal activity.

Keep in mind also, since this is fantasy, I can skirt some of the legality in the story. What happens legally here, may not be legal in real life.

Any comments about my stories can be sent to niftysilverbear@gmail.com

Now to the story!

It was the days of sexual liberation. No longer did the rituals and stigma of outdated religions demand who would could have sex with. The only restrictions were age and consent. Rape was still very harshly punished and children under the age of 18 still could not consent to sexual advances. Transgendered people were also given the right of their preferred gender and could no longer be banned from the restroom of their gender. The sky did not fall and the transgendered on child molestation never went up. Also, nudity was not frowned on as it was in the past. I remember hearing a story from the year 2014, about a man who relieved himself behind a dumpster in New York City. He was arrested, thrown in jail and convicted of indecent exposure and had a record because a child or woman "could have seen him."

Today, it's the year 2050. My name is Martin Hathaway, Marty for short. I was born in during the Covid 19 pandemic on July 4, 2020. I was raised with morals and empathy. When the pandemic was over by the end of 2021, over 1.2 million Americans lost their lives to the Corona virus. The American population consisted of mainly Liberals who wore masks and socially distanced themselves. A few conspiracy theorists and religious nut cases had survived also when they realized how bad the virus was and quarantined themselves.

In 2027, Christopher Maddox, a 10 year old from Kansas, proposed a law to allow children 10 years and older to consent to adult sexual partners. After a few years of arguing and fighting, debating and threatening, a new law was passed. ONLY after a child, male or female, had gone through an intense sexual education training, was that child allowed to be with the adult or other child he or she chose. Some government mandated sex ed classes were taken over by the opposition to the law and basically told the children that sex was a "no-no."

That's what happened to Tommy Daniels. When he turned 10 in 2050, he attended a sex ed class. The instructor taught them that sex was bad, sex had no place in today's society and that nudity was punished, not by the law, but by an "all loving, but hateful and vengeful God." I met Tommy at an Independence Day celebration.

My word, this boy was stunning!!! I'd say right about 4'3" tall, mid length golden brown hair in a ponytail, light brown skin without a blemish on it, brown eyes with gold flecks in them and a cute nose that turned up just a bit at the end. His bright yellow wife beater gave a glimpse of his smooth pits that looked delicious. His royal blue shorts showed off his luscious smooth legs.

I slowly moved so I could be near him and drink in his beauty during the parade. I was standing right behind him admiring his cute little bubble butt when the horn blast from an old fire truck made him jump back and bump into me. He hit so hard, he was about to fall over forwards, so I reached out and grabbed his shoulders to keep him from falling. He turned to look at who'd grabbed him and apologized to me for bumping into him then thanked me for keeping him from falling.

"No problem," I said. "Can't have you getting bloodied up on Independence Day, can we?"

Oh my stars, the smile he gave me lit up my world. I introduced myself and he told me his name was Tommy. We chatted during the parade and when the float with a memorial for those who died during the COVID 19 pandemic passed, everyone grew silent. I saw a tear in Tommy's eye and knew at that point he was a sensitive boy. He turned and saw me crying as well.

When he asked why I was crying, I told him my grandfather died the same week I was born due to the virus and my father died a few months later. So, I never had a chance to know my father or grandfather. He started crying some more and threw his arms around my waist and hugged me and sobbed.

He bawled "I don't know my father either. I never got to meet him before he ran off."

I placed my hands on his head and stroked his hair to calm him down. After a few moments, the parade was over and everyone was dispersing. I only lived around the corner from the parade route and started headed him when I heard Tommy explain, "Eeeew gross!"

I turned to see what he was "grossing" and there was a nude family walking to their car. I asked Tommy why he thought it was gross. I saw a beautiful couple in their 30's, physically fit, and their 3 children, 2 boys and one girl, all under the age of 10 and very comfortable in their nudity.

"I was taught in sex ed that nudity was evil. It invites unwanted attention and people who are nude are just looking for people to have sex with. He said, with an air of confidence, "God will punish them in the end."

I asked, "Why would God punish someone to being naked? It's the way we're born. It's how the first humans were created, according to the Bible. So, why?"

Tommy didn't have an answer, except to say that's what the teacher told him. When I asked who the teacher was, he told me it was Rev. Timothy Phelps. He's the grandson of Fred Phelps, the founder of the hateful Westboro Baptist Church. They preached that everything, basically, is a sin and all the bad things that happened...The Challenger explosion, 9/11 terrorist attacks, hurricanes, tornados, and COVID 19, etc...were all God's punishment for the LGBT community.

I asked Tommy if we could go grab a bite at a restaurant near my place and talk about what he was taught. He agreed and we went to McDonalds. As we were eating, he told me the horrible things that he was told in sex ed class. I countered every bad thing with the truth. Sexuality was normal in people, including children. Nudity was normal since we're all born naked, if God wanted us clothed all the time, we'd be born in a onesie. Sexual fluidity was also normal for some, as well as homosexuality and heterosexuality. After about an hour, he was starting to realize that he was taught wrong by the cult leader.

As we got up to leave, him feeling much better, he asked me, "Marty, are you gay?"

"Well, Tommy, yes. At least 90% gay. I'm attracted to males of almost all ages, but also attracted to pre-teen girls."

"Girls are yucky."

I laughed, "Well, most boys your age think girls are yucky. Some outgrow that feeling and some don't."

He laughed at that and then his face when blank. He looked like he was going to start to cry again. I opened my arms out and he sunk into another hug and cried. I let him cry it out and when he was done I asked what was wrong.

"My mom doesn't know this, but I think I'm gay. I get feelings around men and boy that I don't have around women and girls. I'd love for someone to help me."

"What kind of help do you want?"

"Practical, physical experience."

"You mean you want to..."

"Yes, I want to be with someone to see if it's what I really want or not."

The boy, who was just a fantasy a few hours ago, was asking me to be sexual with him. I had to hide my excitement.

"Do you have your certificate, Tommy?" When a child finished their sex ed classes, they are given a laminated certificate that permitted them to engage in sexual activity.

"Yes, right here." He handed it to me and it was valid. Thank goodness Phelps didn't have to sign off on it or no one would have gotten there certificate.

"Do you need to call your mom?"

"Naa, she doesn't really care. I told her I was going out for the evening and she just waved. She's probably got a bottle turned up or a needle in her arm by now."

He didn't even look sad. The fact that he could say this without emotion showed just how much the mother paid attention to her son.

We arrived at my place and sat on the couch to discuss everything. He explained that he wanted to know what it was like to be sexually free, to be in touch with his sexual feelings, to have someone actually want him.

Using the verbatim consent procedure, I opened my phone camera and started a video. I asked his last name and he told me it was Daniels.

"Tommy Daniels, do you hereby consent to expressing sexual freedoms with me?"

"Yes, I do."

"And have you been pressured to express your sexual freedom by me or by any other outside influence?"

"No, I have not."

I turned off the camera and stood before the object of my dreams. I asked if he wanted to remain in the living room or go to my bedroom. He thought for a moment and said he wanted the bedroom.

When we arrived at my room, I asked Tommy how he wanted to proceed. "I know nothing about this, so anything you want to do, as long as you don't hurt me."

"Baby, I'd never do anything to hurt you. However, if we proceed to anal sex, it can hurt until you are used to it. Is that fine?"

"As long as it's not intentional and it stops hurting quickly, yes."

"May I take off your clothes?"

He nodded yes and I reached for his take top. As I raised it above his head, his pits came into view. I leaned over and licked his right pit and a giggle came from the boy. He tasted like he'd recently showered, but also had a hint of sweat and boy musk. It was delicious. His nipples were a shade darker than his already tanned chest and stuck out slightly. I wanted to latch on and nibble them, but there was still clothing that had to be removed. I sat him on the bed and reached for his feet. Removing his shoes and socks, I got a whiff of boy feet. My dick was raging in my pants and the smell was absolutely hypnotic. Standing up, I reached for the string holding up is basketball shorts. I stopped and asked, "Tommy, I want you to be absolutely sure of this before we go any farther. ARE..YOU..SURE???"

Tommy was breathing irregularly now and could only respond with a nod. So, I untied the string and started lowering his shorts. Hi blue boxer briefs came into view, so I pinched the waist band of his undies and pulled them down with his shorts.

His three inch, hard boyhood came into view and I was surprised that in this day and age, he was circumcised. Another surprise was that his balls were lower than a boy of 10 should have. I caressed his hips and ran a finger from his hip bone, up his side and ended just under his pit. I could see the goose bumps form on his body from the feeling. I stood up and admired his body.

"Tommy, you are the most perfect specimen of boy I've ever seen. Absolutely beautiful."

He blushed several colors of red at my praise, but smiled widely. I asked him if he'd like to remove my clothes and he decided it was faster for me to disrobe. I removed my shirt, shoes and socks and lowered my jeans. When I started dropping my drawers, his eyes widened at the prospect of seeing my dick.

Maybe now is a good time to describe myself. If you can do basic math from the beginning of my tale, I'm 30 years old today. I'm a hair under 6 feet tall, about 185 pounds. I'm not a muscle god, but I do have good definition from working in a warehouse for the last 20 years. I have shoulder length dirty blond hair and blue/green eyes. I have no body hair what-so-ever, including around my cock and balls. My cock is 6 ½ inches and, surprise, I'm circumcised also.

Tommy almost started to drool when he saw my cock. He licked his lips and wanted to know if he could suck it right away. I had other plans for Tommy before my dick was sucked. I wanted to taste him. I picked him up and placed him on my bed face down. I told him I was going to rim him and explained what it was. He buried his head in his hands and giggled. Moving to the foot of the bed, I relished in the beautiful body lying there. His balls was just visible under his body and his butt was calling me like a siren calling a sailor to his watery death. I leaned over and caressed his ample cheeks, sending chills up Tommy's spine. I kissed his right cheek, then his left. Alternating from cheek to cheek, I moved my kisses closer to the cleft that I was dying to get into.

Just before I planted my tongue to his hole, he giggled and said, "You know, I was told in sex ed that this is a no-no."

"Only if you say, no-no!" I chuckled at his face, blushing from excitement and a bit of nervousness as well. "Well, do you say no-no, or yes-yes?"

"Yes-yes, please, YES-YES!"

I smiled and turned my attention to his butt. I slightly opened his cheeks and got my first view of his pucker, pink and beautiful. I blew on it and it tightened slightly and I heard Tommy actually shudder with anticipation. My tongue first connected to just above where he balls were laying and I moved slowly up till I reached my target. If I were a man on death row, Tommy's pucker would be my last meal. The taste of boy musk, sweat and a hint of shower gel sent my brain into overdrive. I started lapping and stabbing at it with my tongue. Above my head, Tommy was moaning and groaning with an ecstasy he'd never experienced before. I had to keep pressure on his legs because they were shaking and moving in and out with his pleasure and his fingers were grasping my sheets and pillow.

I looked at my bedside clock and realized I'd been feasting for 15 minutes now. I decided to feast on something else, so I turned him over. The look on his face was pure pleasure, and now was the time to deliver more pleasure. His little 3 inch pecker was just twitching like a branch in hurricane force winds. I looked straight into his golden flecked eyes and put his pecker between my lips. As I started licking and sucking him, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His hands reached my for hair and he clutched my hair in his hands as I sucked his stick. I felt his body start to tense up and knew his was close to a mind shutting boygazm.

I decided to torture him by stopping at that moment and he looked as if he'd kill me if I didn't continue. I went back down on him and used my tongue to scoop up his balls while I sucked. Then, I extended my tongue as far as I could and could just barely touch his pucker as I applied suction to his little cock and balls. When he finally hit the peak of his passion, his body shook like he was in an earthquake. His pecker was vibrating in my mouth and his eyes were rolled back, teeth were gritted and a squeal of passion and lust escaped his mouth. I nursed his package until he sat partially up and asked me to stop because it was too sensitive.

"And THAT, my boy, is how you give someone their first taste of sexual freedom. What did you think?"

In a stupor, Tommy said, "I'll tell you when I CAN think."

I leaned down and placed a kiss gently on his lips. He reached his arms around my neck and kissed me back. The more the passion grew, the more I opened my lips and introduced my tongue. Before long, he was frenching me like he'd known how for years.

I let him relax on the bed and his eyes closed. He was napping and I was thrilled. It was the first time I'd been with a boy that young and I was pleased to know that he was enjoying himself as much as I was enjoying him.

About 15 minutes later, his eyes fluttered open and he looked at me. He smiled and said, "Hey."

"Hey, yourself, little man. How are you feeling?"

"Wonderful. I never thought it could feel anything like that. What can we do now?"

"Well, you first wanted to suck me, didn't you?" Head nod. "So, why don't I teach you how to suck a cock?"

"Yeah!"

I put my back against the headboard and directed him between my legs. I gave him the basic directions, not putting too much in to gag, watching his teeth, etc.. My first direction was to just lick the head. My head was already shiny because of the pre cum I'd been emitting since we started this whole ordeal. He looked at it with apprehension, deciding if he should or not. I told him it was kind of sweet and he'd like it. So, he took a swipe of it with his tongue. He rolled the taste in him mouth and decided he loved it. He put his mouth over the head of my cock and started sucking like he was trying to get milkshake from a straw. I praised him on his technique and encouraged him to put more in his mouth when he was ready. Today was a day full of surprises, because within 5 minutes, his nose was pushing against my pubic bone and my cock was lodged in his throat. He was swallowing and humming at the same time, causing vibrations to drive my cock crazy. I felt my cum boiling, but this wasn't where I wanted to deposit my load.

I had him stop and told him he could have more later. I sat him down and explained about how to have anal sex, the pleasures and the pains if not done correctly. He sat, wide eyes, listening to what I was explaining and playing with his 3 incher. I told him I'd start with a finger and work my way up to a size he'd be comfy with. However, I'd have to eat his ass more to help dilate his muscle around the hole.

When I told him this, he was on his tummy very quickly with his legs spread showing off his pink pucker. Deciding to really drive him wild, I picked up a bottle of mouthwash from the bathroom and placed some on my tongue. When the mint from the wash touched his hole, it was electric. He was writhing and moaning pleasure and didn't seem like he'd ever get enough. Another 15 minutes of ass eating and his hole was starting to open up for me. I placed my middle finger against his pucker and told him to push out. As he did, my finger slid into his hole. I heard him gasp at the intrusion and then a moan of pleasure. I asked if he was okay and he just nodded yes.

I moved my finger around until I found the button. When I pressed his prostate, his head flew up and his eyes opened wide as he looked around at me. I was grinning and said, "You think that's good, just wait."

It took another 20 minutes until I felt his was opened enough for my cock. I grabbed the lube from my dresser and lather my cock and his ass. I pulled him to the end of the bed a rolled him over. "If I'm going to do this, I want to see your face."

I placed his hands above his head and raised his knees to his chest. His pucker was winking at me and his eyes were glazed over with lust. I told him again to push out when I pushed in, placed my cock at his entrance and knocked against it 3 times. I guess knocking was the best way to open the door, because his door opened up for me. I counted to three and gently pressed against his hole. He pushed out while I was pushing in and, more quickly than I would have liked, my cock was balls deep in his ass.

A loud gasp and, "OH FUCK!" escaped my boy's lips as his face contorted in pain. I started to pull out, but like a champ, he didn't want me to. So, I held still till his body got used to the intrusion. I told him to let me know when he was ready. After a moment, he nodded his head and said, "Go ahead."

His grip was so tight, I had no clue on how long I'd last, but I pulled out slowly a few inches and then pushed back in. My head was grazing his prostate and with every push and pull his body would jerk. Slowly, I started to pick up speed as my orgasm neared. I leaned down and started kissing him and suddenly his boygazm hit. His sphincter grasped at my cock and started my own orgasm. I pushed all the way in and seeded him with my cum. He screamed into my mouth as his own gasm overtook his ability to think or do anything but shake and moan.

He was out again, so I picked him up, still on my cock, and laid him down with me spooning him. As my cock softened, it slipped from his pucker. I decided to examine it to be sure he wasn't damaged. Nope, everything was just the way it should be, but a bit puffy from the stretching. He quickly recovered and protested that he wanted to taste my cum. I picked him up and turned him to the 69 position so he could suck the cum from my cock and I could eat a bounty from his ass. What cum dripped from his pucker, I saved in my mouth and kissed him deeply to feed him more.

Since we were both hot and sweaty, I suggested a bath to relax in. I started the water in the garden tub and added soap for bubbles. I got in and rested against the back, then Tommy got in and rested against my chest. I stroked his hair and he cooed. Suddenly, he leaned forward and put his hand out in front. He was on all fours with the water just below his butt. It was shiny from the water and soap and was just beautiful. He wanted to make sure he was okay, but I told him I'd already checked when he was sleeping.

I lived pretty close to the area where the fireworks were going off at dusk, so Tommy and I put a blanket in the back yard and enjoyed being naked under the stars and fireworks. When the fireworks were over, he leaned into me for a kiss and sighed after. "I guess I should be going home. I know my mom won't care, but I still feel I should check on her."

"Okay, baby. Just be careful. From what I understand, she's not well if she drinking or shooting up."

Tommy got dressed and left into the darkness. I offered him a ride, but he only lived a few blocks away.

An hour later, someone was banging on my door. I opened my door to see Tommy being manhandled by a sour old bitch. She screamed, "Are you the pervert this little faggots been hanging around with?"

I said, "I'm the man who helped Tommy when he was feeling pretty low. I also helped him with some food since he was hungry."

"You also helped yourself to his ass, or so I'm told."

Tommy pulled away and said, "He didn't. He didn't do anything to me."

"Shadup you little faggot. Mabel told me you two were in your house and I know you weren't the `perfect gentleman' you pretend to be. You're one of those libtards who want to rape children. I won't stand for it, ya hear!"

By this time, I'd taken my phone out and started recording, discretely. I took a step forward, moving between Tommy and his bitch of a mother. I pointed a finger right in the old bats face and said, "Listen here, you old crone. First, nobody raped anybody. Second of all, if your head wasn't in a bottle or a needle wasn't in your art, you'd understand your own son. And third of all, with the new law in place, even if I did have sex with Tommy, there's not a God damned thing you can do about it. He has his certificate and the law states he can make his own decisions about sex at his age."

"No he doesn't. He never took the class. I wouldn't sign off on the permission slip."

Tommy screamed, "Yes, I did. Uncle Jamie signed the paper when you were passed out with a needle in your arm. He was high also and signed, not knowing what it was. I didn't know that the stuff you gave him was laced and he would die that day, or I would have stopped him. You killed Uncle Jamie with your drugs and I hate you for it. He was the best."

Tommy burst into tears and buried his face into my side.

The old bitch looked shocked and rose up to her full height of 5 feet even. "What would you say, you faggot piece of garbage, if I told you your dad died that night?"

Tommy looked up, "What do you mean?"

"My sainted brother, the one you think is the best, waited till I was passed out and had his way with me. He never even thought about it after that day cause he was blitzed himself, but I had a DNA test done on you when you were born and your dad is my brother. I never told you cause you'd just love him all the more and hate me. But since you hate me anyway, I'll tell you what, brat. You can come to the house one last time. Get your belongings and then fuck off for the rest of my life. Don't want ya no more. You're a reminder of Jamie and since he's dead, you're dead to me."

I interjected, "I'll be over with him. While we're at it, since you're throwing him out, you can sign custody papers of Tommy over to me. He's a great kid and I'd love to have a son like him."

She looked me up and down, "Fine, have them papers drawn up and get his shit out of my fucking house."

With that, she pushed Tommy toward me and stomped off. Tommy broke down bawling. It took me several hours to get him calmed enough to talk to. I told him I'd raise him and love him like my own son. He fell asleep in my arms on the couch, so I took him to my room, and put him to bed.

The next morning, I rang my lawyer and he drew up emergency custody papers for me. I took Tommy and the papers to his old home...I would say home, but it never seemed like a home to Tommy. The old wart was already 3 sheets to the wind when I arrived and had forgotten the night before. I reminded her and showed her the video of her telling Tommy to fuck off. When she remembered, she signed the papers and Tommy took what meager belongings he had and we left.

I converted my office into a bedroom for Tommy, but he hardly ever stayed in his room. 2 weeks after his mother threw him away, she was found dead with a bottle in one hand and a needle still stuck in her other arm. She'd been that way for several days and the neighbors called the cops because of the smell.

Since Tommy was her only living relative, he received all her belongings, the house (which was torn down), and a sizeable amount of money in a savings account his mother had forgotten about. The best news was she had stock in a company that she put in a safe deposit box at the bank and had forgotten about it. At the time, the stock was worth over $5 million and the saving account was over $175 grand. We left everything where it was in case we needed it later, sold the property the house stood on and started our lives and father and son.

Tommy and I still play around, but he has his boyfriends and I have some cute boys and girls come and go sometimes. He graduates High School this year and I couldn't be more pleased and proud of my son, especially when the principal stood on the stage and introduced MY son, Tommy Hathaway, the valedictorian.