Date: Thu, 15 May 2008 23:01:42 -0500 From: Charles Hughes Subject: TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 13 (t/t/b/b oral anal) This story is completely fiction. It describes the relationships among boys, young teens and younger boys. If this offends you, or if you are not 18 years of age, or if it is illegal where you reside to read such material, you must leave. Copyright 2008 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved I will try to answer all emails: the. empty.room@hotmail.com NOTE: This series will conclude with Chapter 15. TOMAS AND THE DICK - Chapter 13 (t/t/b/b oral anal) The spring concert by the chorus was a great success, and Richard's performance of Chopin's Waltz No. 1 and a medley of Cole Porter's tunes were highlights. Tomas closed his eyes during the waltz and pictured the two of them during one of Richard's practices. Richard had recorded it so he could critique his technique. He had suddenly turned to Tomas and asked him to dance. Neither boy was really a dancer, but they enjoyed the slow, rhythmic movements as they held each other. Their waltz ended with a long, deep kiss. That concert was the first of a series of four, the rest presented in different schools around the county. The climax of the season was the music contest to be held in a town over 90 miles away. The chorus would sing four times, if they were rated highly enough to proceed to successive levels. And Richard would perform solo in the piano category. He wanted to do very well. They would all stay overnight there, since the music contest was a two-day event. Rooms had been reserved at a motel. Tomas teased Richard about sleeping in a room with three other boys and suggested ways he might seduce them. Richard laughed. When Richard got back from the contest Tomas asked him about the motel, and Richard said that everybody behaved. "Except The Dick," he added with a grin. "I jacked off in the shower." He also got a First for his performance, the highest you could get. "And you missed that chance for a little sex in the motel, huh?" Tomas teased him. "And jacking off in the shower doesn't count; you'd do that anyway." They were working on a history assignment, seated at the kitchen table at Tomas' house. Richard moved his book aside. "Tomas," he started. "Tomas, would you be mad at me if... if I had done something with them? The guys?" "Mad? Of course not," Tomas answered. "Hey," he grinned, "you're a sexy guy. If you want to suck another dick or two, well... hell, The Dick is horny all the time, right?" But Richard wasn't smiling. "Look, Richard. You love me, don't you?" Richard nodded. "And I know that," Tomas continued. "Guys get horny sometimes, and... you know, if something happens... Well, I know you love me, Richard. And that's what's important to me." Richard came around the table, and Tomas met him with a hug. "I'll always love you," Richard said as he pressed his face into Tomas' shoulder. "No matter what. Always." They kissed briefly, but Tomas pulled away after a moment. "We can't, not right now. This test. First thing in the morning. And we've got to get ready for it." So they sat back down and went back to work. Spring wasn't the time for music contests only; it was also the end of the basketball season, and Springfield Middle School was a real contender for the regional title this year. Richard had attended every one of the home games and most of the away games, and he knew basketball practice was as important to Tomas as piano practice was to him. "You're good," he said to Tomas once, "and if you're going to stay good you have to practice." As tournament time approached Tomas and Richard spent less time together. The regional championship game was played at a middle school several counties away, and Springfield took several busses of students. Davy wanted to go, too, but neither of the Roths could take him. Richard brought him onto the school bus at the last minute. Although only students were allowed to ride; he talked the driver into letting his brother come along. It was an exciting game with a large and noisy crowd. At halftime the opponents were ahead, though not by much. And the score in the second half kept seesawing back and forth. Tomas played the entire half, making two baskets, but it seemed that each time Springfield scored the opponents did, too. In the last seconds, Springfield had the ball; in fact, it was Tomas who had the ball. He saw there was no way he was going to be allowed close to the basket, so he faked a couple of turns and tossed the ball to a team mate who was free. The ball slipped through the net just before the buzzer sounded. The crowd erupted in cheers, although it was obvious the Springfield people were the happier ones there. As people yelled and jumped around them, Davy pulled at Richard's sleeve. "It would have been cool if Tomas had made that basket," he said. "It was cool," Richard said. "He knew he couldn't make it, so he tossed the ball to someone who could. We won because Tomas helped somebody else make the basket. That's what's cool." Davy looked at Richard a second, and then he smiled. "I get it," he said. The Springfield fans poured out onto the floor and mingled with the players. Davy ran to Tomas and jumped up onto him for a big hug. "We won! We won!" he yelled into the teen's ear. "And you were cool, Tomas; you were!" Richard shared the hug briefly -- in such moments of celebration, boys are allowed to hug a little -- but soon they had to get back to their bus. The team would have a little celebration at a local pizza parlor when they got back to Springfield, but Tomas would spend the night at Richard's. It was late when Tomas pulled his bike into the Roth's yard, but Richard and Davy were waiting for him. They went right up to Richard's room, where they resumed the hug. Tomas told them about all the excitement in the locker room and on the bus. "You're why we won," Davy said to Tomas, forgetting for just a moment that he wasn't in middle school himself. "If you hadn't thrown the ball to the guy under the basket, the buzzer would have buzzed, and we would have lost!" Davy was obviously pleased that he could show Tomas he understood. Tomas grinned and brushed his hand through Davy's hair as the boy hugged him. "Hey," Davy said when he pulled back. "You guys are going to let me... you know..." He nodded toward Richard's bed. Richard laughed. "This little guy must be the horniest ten-year-old in the world," he said to Tomas. "Then aren't we the lucky ones!" Tomas said. He pulled Davy onto the bed with him and began to wrestle as he pulled the younger boy's clothes off. Richard joined them after pulling off everything but his briefs, but Davy pulled them down as soon as Richard got onto the bed. "I got your dick! I got your dick!" Davy laughed. He fastened his hand around The Dick and wouldn't let go. Richard couldn't stop giggling, but his cock remained hard for his little brother. In another minute, all three boys were naked, each playing with another's dick. "You're growing," Tomas said as he stroked Davy's cock. He teased the little dickhead with his thumb, toying with the tiny lips. He moved his face close enough that he could smell the scent of the ten-year-old, the collection of moisture from the excitement of the game and the ride home -- and the play on the bed. He slipped Davy's dickhead into his mouth. Richard smiled at the sight of his boyfriend sucking his brother. Tomas' darker complexion contrasted with the ten-year-old's pale skin. The teen's build, his muscles and curves, made Davy look even younger than he was. And, Richard thought, I love them both. My cute little brother. And my beautiful boyfriend. He leaned down to suck on Tomas' hard cockhead as his finger found his brother's asshole. The two older boys pleasured little Davy for a while until the boy was moaning. His slender hips bucked irregularly as his boy's dick was eaten by the teen and his little hole was teased by his brother. Davy gripped Tomas' arm and held it tightly. "Please..." he said to the older teen. "Please, Tomas... fuck me..." Tomas had fucked the boy only once before. Richard, smaller than Tomas, had little difficulty now in entering his brother's ass, but the one time Tomas had fucked him had required a great deal of preparation and patience. And it had still hurt more than Davy had allowed them to know. "You're sure?" Tomas asked. He kissed the boy's smooth balls. "Please, Tomas..." "Eat his ass, Richard," Tomas said. "Get him ready. Go slow and easy." They turned the boy around on his back so his legs could lie on Richard's shoulders as Richard knelt on the bed. Tomas placed a pillow under the little boy's back. Davy then let his legs open wide, splayed on either side, and Richard held his hips up as he lowered his face to his brother's ass. The little dick was hard and pointing away from him, but Richard focused on the center of the ass and the little hole pulsing there. He licked once, and Davy moaned. Richard loved the feel of the smooth skin, the warmth, and smell of his brother. He opened his mouth completely so his tongue would wash over and over, around and around, tasting it all. Davy was so smooth, silky smooth, soft, warm. Now and then Richard would poke his tongue at the center of Davy's entrance, so puckered and tight, so pink. Davy tasted like the excitement of the whole evening, like the eager boy who wanted to give his thirteen-year-old brother everything he had. Tomas bent over the boy's smooth chest to lick at his tiny pink nipples. He raked his tongue roughly over one of them, and it reacted by hardening a bit. Davy moaned -- whether in reaction to Tomas' tongue or Richard's, Tomas didn't know. He pursed his lips and suckled at the little boy's nipple for a while. He closed his eyes and imagined a ten-year-old's sexuality being sucked into his own teen body -- a desire for sex, a need for it, an excitement about it, the wonder of new pleasures continually being discovered, the eagerness in sharing sex with someone who knows how to please a boy... Tomas raised his hand to the hard little dick above his head. He couldn't see it as he sucked on the nipple, but he let his fingers trace around the small dickhead. His fingers toyed with it, traced the ridge of the little crown, caressed the think shaft. With Davy's dick still in his hand, Tomas moved his mouth to cover Davy's mouth, and the little boy opened immediately to accept the invasion of Tomas' tongue. Tomas kissed the small mouth deeply, washing his tongue over the smooth sides of it and licking against the roughness of the ten-year-old tongue eagerly meeting his own. Tomas felt Richard squeeze his shoulder and looked up at his boyfriend's smile. That meant Davy was ready, that he'd been prepared and lubed as well as his brother could manage. He and Richard traded places, and it took a moment for Davy to be re-arranged in the same position, but with the little boy's brother at his face and chest and with Tomas holding his ass up to his mouth. Tomas inhaled. Davy has no idea how sweet his sex smells, he thought to himself. Ten years, but so much to learn. Tomas smiled inwardly at the memory of himself at ten years, his own naivete and his own eagerness. He lowered his face to the boy's exposed entrance and kissed lightly on either side of the smooth cheeks. The little pink target pulsed for him. He raised himself up slightly and lay his hard, lubed cockhead at Davy's hole. Ten-year-old boys who know the pleasure other boys can bring them are usually eager for it all. And Davy was. Nevertheless, his body reacted to the touch of a hard, hot knob by tightening the opening into which no one was supposed to go. Tomas leaned over and kissed the little balls and licked at them a moment, and then he pressed his cockhead inward a bit. Davy groaned, but not because he hurt. He groaned because he was in need. He knew the wonderful fullness he could experience when his brother was inside him, and he remembered well the larger cock with which the fifteen-year-old Tomas had fucked him. He loved both, but at the moment his body was resisting. He remember what Tomas had told him about relaxing his muscle back there, breathing slowly and deeply. Richard nuzzled his face at Davy's neck and gave him little kisses. Davy felt so loved, so very... loved. Tomas actually felt the tiny ring relax slightly, and he responded by pressing his cockhead into the newly-exposed flesh. He kept moving slowly but steadily until a moan from Davy cautioned him to stop a moment. After waiting, he pushed his cockhead again, and Davy's little sphincter snapped around the crown of the invading cock and grasped it tightly. "Oh!" Davy gave one startled cry, and there was the sound of hurt in it. But it was not something he hadn't expected. He knew what wonderful sensations would be his in only a few moments. Richard moved his face to the upside-down hairless pubis of his brother and kissed him there. He took the hard little dick into his mouth and sucked lightly, his face only inches from the hard, wet cock invading his brother. Richard's fingers massaged Davy's belly. Davy began to breath more deeply and regularly. Tomas slid inward a little more. There was a loud sigh from the young boy, but Tomas knew he could continue. His dick, much thicker than Richard's, was slowly pushing aside the walls of the young tunnel he was entering, slowly moving past the velvety smooth tissue, slowly moving down into the young body... "Ahhhhhh..." And this time Davy sighed the satisfaction of a boy who is filled. Now Tomas began to fuck, each movement downward pressing just a little farther than the one before it. Each time his teen cock fucked into the boy it was more completely accepted. Soon his fucks buried all five-and-a-half inches inside Davy. Tomas couldn't lean in well enough to continue to fuck so deeply, so he put his hands on Davy's hips and pulled the boy up as he fucked downward. And now Tomas was groaning, too. It seemed that the small body below him was doing the fucking. Raising up to suck itself onto his cock, to completely swallow his dick, to slide so sensously along the shaft and upward... Tomas pressed his cock downward, pulled the hips upward... Davy was making one, long continuous sound. It would begin as a gasp when he inhaled, and then a surprisingly deep growl would be forced from his throat. That would fade quickly into a higher, tighter whine, and that would end with an even higher soprano whimper from his lips. Unconsciously, he made his sounds in rhythm with Tomas' fucking of him. As Tomas pulled his cock up, Davy would gasp for a deep breath; as Tomas fucked downward, Davy produced his growl/whine/whimper of pleasure. The little boy's sounds sent shivers up the spine of the teen fucking him. And beneath the sounds of the boy being fucked were the increasingly rapid sounds of Tomas' groin slapping the boy's ass. Soon Davy's young growl lasted longer, and then it became the only sound he made as the slap-slap became louder. And then a softer growl joined it as Tomas' mouth opened involuntarily to sound his own deep satisfaction. Fucking. So tight. So slick inside. Hot. So wet. Davy loving it. So very tight. Only half of Tomas' brain was aware that he had passed the point of no return. Inside, his teen nut had become impossibly hard; his balls were drawn up against him until they almost entered his body. He tensed inside and knew, only a split second before it happened, that he would fill the boy. "Ooooo yaaaaaaaaaaa..." Tomas shoved his cock in as deeply as he could, froze for just a second, and then pumped fast and hard. He rode the boy's ass, pounding into it, as he filled it over and over again with his teen seed, forcing more and more of his cream into the tightness. Finally his body shuddered one last time, and the little lips of his cock burned slightly as the last of his cum oozed into little Davy. His body protesting every move, Tomas pulled up out of the little ass and collapsed on the bed, letting Davy's legs fall to the bed. Their heads were right next to each other, but they might as well have been in different worlds for a moment as each recovered. Richard lay with his face at his brother's little ass and rolled him so he was lying on one hip. Just as Tomas kissed Davy on the cheek, Richard began to lick and suck the juices from his brother's ass. Tomas moved to put his arm around the boy's shoulder and held him to his chest. He moved his lips through Davy's soft hair. I love this little boy, too, he thought. Aloud, he said, "Davy, you are so sweet. I love you, you know." Davy kissed Tomas' chest into which his face was being held. "I know," was all he could say. They lay that way for a while, Richard licking and sucking at Davy's ass. Finally, Tomas whispered, "Richard, you won't believe this. Davy's fallen asleep." Richard turned around and lay his head on a pillow next to his brother's. "He did!" Richard laughed quietly. "He fell asleep while I was cleaning his ass!" "He was tired," Tomas smiled. "Long day for a little kid." "But he sure ended it happy," Richard grinned. "You know..." Tomas started. "You know, Richard, I love this little guy, too." "I know," Richard said. He waited a moment, then he added, "I'm glad." Tomas picked Davy up off the bed and, with Richard opening the doors for him, carried him into his own bedroom. He lay the sleeping boy on the bed, and Richard pulled the sheet up over him. Richard kissed his brother on his cheek first, then Tomas did the same. The older boys went back to Richard's room and got into bed. Richard put his arm around Tomas' shoulders, and Tomas lay his head on his boyfriend's chest, listening to his heartbeat. They were quiet for a while, Richard stroking Tomas' hair. "You were so beautiful out there," Richard said finally. He was thinking about the ball game again. "So fast. So... powerful. You got covered with sweat for a while, and your shoulders just gleamed, like there was a spotlight on you. Tomas, I was so proud of you. I wanted to stand up and yell, 'That georgeous guy is the guy I love!' I almost wish I had." "Yeah," Tomas said as he moved to kiss Richard's pubic mound. He rubbed his lips through the little bush of hair that had begun to appear there. "And gotten us both thrown out." Richard sucked in his breath as he felt his dick suddenly engulfed by the warmth of Tomas' mouth. "Mmmmmm... Oh, yeaa... But, Tomas, sometimes I just want everybody to know how wonderful I feel..." "When your dick is being sucked?" Tomas offered, speaking with his mouth full. "No, asshole," Richard laughed, and he slapped the back of Tomas' head. "In my heart," he said, suddenly sobered. Then he repeated, more quietly, "in my heart." Tomas turned and threw both arms around him, pulling Richard to himself tightly. "My heart feels the same way," he whispered fiercely into Richard's ear. "The same way! Oh, god, I love you so much." They kissed slowly, then Tomas kissed the tears on Richard's cheeks. "Now, where was I?" Tomas asked. "If I remember right, I think you were eating The Dick," Richard grinned. "Ah, yes. How could I forget?" And Tomas went down again to Richard's hard dick. He took the head into his mouth, tasting the smooth precum Richard had produced for him. His fingers rolled Richard's balls as he sucked the dick in more deeply. His tongue replaced the fingers on Richard's balls -- still smooth and completely hairless -- and his fingers moved down and in until he was massaging Richard's opening. Richard sighed deeply and turned onto his side so he was facing Tomas' body. Tomas knew how to read his lover, and he turned so they could suck each other. They knew how to spend a long time in a 69 session, and they both loved it. They both loved to inhale the wonderful scent, finger the curves of smooth skin, lick at cockhead, balls, shaft, and all the flesh they could reach. Their fingers wandered over each other, and their mouths fed on their sex. Tomas rolled away and groaned of the need that had been building in him. "Awwww... fuck me, Richard. I need The Dick. Awwwww... I need The Dick..." He got on all fours, and Richard knelt behind him, bending down to feast at his boyfriend's ass. He kissed the warm skin and licked into the crack. Tomas moaned in need. Richard stuck his tongue out as far as he could and lapped at the pucker rapidly. Then he kissed it, pursed his lips and sucked at it. He pointed his tongue, and Tomas' body opened for him, welcomed him. He licked into that dark place, that deep place, that mysterious place of pleasure; he licked and tasted, tasted and licked, until his own need throbbed in his cock almost painfully. He quickly rubbed a little lube on himself, then positioned himself, then slowly entered. "Ahhhhhhhhh..." Tomas' almost cood in pleasure. Richard paused a moment when his cockhead was fully grasped by Tomas' ring, then he pushed himself inside, steadily, deeply. And now the sounds of pleasure were his own. How he loved to be held like that! How he loved to know Tomas was grasping his dick so tightly! How he loved the heat he could feel only here, inside! The smooth walls, the moisture... And he fucked. He went slowly, but when Tomas had found his rhythm and began to fuck backward onto him, he began to move a little faster. Tomas kept pace. Dick fucking ass. Ass fucking dick. Boy into boy. Boy onto boy. They fucked in utter satisfaction, as only lovers who know each other well can do. A fifteen-year-old and a thirteen-year-old, and they knew each other's bodies. They knew each other's needs. Then a fierce passion gripped Richard, and he began to genuinely pound the ass in front of him. "Fuck, yes! Fuck you, jock! In... your... ass... beautiful... oh fuck... my hunk my lover mine my Tomas..." His voice became hoarse, and he began to chant... "MY TOMAS... fuck... love you... fuck ass... fuck... beautiful ass... o god yesssss..." He suddenly threw himself into Tomas hard; his groin smacked the older teen's ass loudly. "AAAAaaaaa..." Richard bucked in and out of Tomas so fast all Tomas could do was stay absolutely steady for him. Richard came with one long blast, then a shorter one. But he continued to pump into Tomas, his cock as rigid as ever, and another long, hard shot blasted from his cock into the dark hole, then again, again... Tomas felt the hard rod inside him moving so rapidly it felt as though it were two feet long, filling him over and over again. Then he felt Richard fall roughly onto his back. Tomas lowered himself onto the bed, keeping Richard on his back and Richard's still-hard cock in his ass. They lay there, both panting. But it had been a long day for teens, too, not just for ten-year-olds. They fell asleep that way, one on top of the other, two boys linked by hard, hot flesh that only slowly softened as their bodies relaxed. In the morning, three boys, fully refreshed by a good night's sleep, helped each other shower together. And, of course, as boys will, as they soaped each other they jerked each other to very satisfying morning cums. At eighth grade graduation Tomas was given the Most Valuable Player award by the basketball team. He knew the award was coming, because all the players had voted in what was essentially a popularity contest. Tomas received all the votes but his own. He knew that made the award something very special. He was cheered as he went to the platform to receive the trophy, and he thanked the team for it, reminding the audience that basketball called for team effort, and he was just one of the team. He glanced at his mother as he left the stage, and her smile meant more than any award. It was a surprise, however, when the president of the school board announced the Chamber of Commerce's Good Citizenship Award; it was presented to Richard. He was so shocked, he had to be prodded to get up and go get his award. He stammered in front of the microphone for a moment and then laughed at his own awkwardness. "Um... ah... Only two years in this place, but it seems like I've been here forever." The students in the audience laughed in appreciation. "Um... I hated this place, you know. But I guess it kind of grows on you." More laughter from the students. "I was so... well... really, you know... shy about everything." He began to speak at a faster pace. "But this is a good place. I learned a lot. I guess all of us changed some. But I changed a lot. Uh... I'm not sure just why I won this," and he held up his award, "but... well, if this means anything at all, at least half of it belongs to my best friend." His words ended in a rush, and he turned and practically ran off the stage. The students stood and applauded wildly. It took Tomas just a little longer to stand. He needed to rub his eyes for a moment first. With another summer -- the last summer before they were officially high school students -- the boys planned to spend as much time together as they could. Tomas still worked at the grocery store, and Richard still had his piano lessons, but there were hours when they could share each other's company. Sometimes they rode their bikes. Sometimes they shot a few hoops in the park, Tomas giving Richard some pointers. Sometimes they were at Richard's, Tomas relaxing or reading and listening to Richard practice the piano. They found a special private place in the woods when they were on their bikes. It wasn't actually all that private, but they dared to jack each other off there sometimes. And it wasn't unusual for them to steal a kiss when they were out of sight from other people. And they shared their summer with Davy. And with Roger, too. Davy and Roger had become very close during the end of the school year. At dinner one evening their mother made a big fuss about Davy's "living over there instead of here in your own home." Richard turned his head so their parents couldn't see and winked at Davy, and Davy had to bite his tongue to keep from grinning ear to ear. There was one evening all four boys spent together. At Mrs. Roth's insistence, it was at Richard and Davy's house. "Think I should tell mom why?" Davy had asked them all, and Roger had giggled himself out of control. Davy and Roger, it turned out, had already begun to fuck each other often. Davy had remembered all the pointers he'd gotten from Tomas and his brother, and the two ten-year-olds were happy to show the teens what they had learned. Tomas and Richard decided that watching two little boys fuck each other silly was a real turn-on. Roger, however, seemed to like dicks better than asses. He was a born cocksucker, Tomas told him that night. The teen loved to lie with his back on the headboard of the bed, watching the little boy lick and suck at his big cock. Roger just couldn't get enough of it. Richard lay beside Tomas for a while, and Roger got between them to suck at one and then the other, moving back and forth, back and forth. The younger boys, however, needed a little coaching on the matter of kissing. They both liked to kiss -- and be kissed -- but they often didn't have the patience to fully enjoy it; they were too eager to move to dicks or asses. Richard took Roger to one side of the bed, and Tomas took Davy to the other side. They spent time demonstrating how and where lips and tongues can be used, as well as how hands can be used during long kisses. Then the teens traded partners so the younger boys could demonstrate what they had learned. All agreed it had been time well spent. That night all four slept in the same bed. A double bed has limited space, but they managed to find room for all of them. They slept in a tangle for a while, with Roger's dick still in Tomas and Davy alseep with his head between his brother's legs and Tomas holding Richard's cock while Roger held Davy's... All boys, all satisfied as only boys can be. Both Richard and Tomas had already signed up for their classes as freshmen; they had done that as part of the orientation for high school right at the beginning of the summer. Tomas was sitting at the kitchen table a his house one afternoon waiting for Richard to come over so they could go biking. As he waited, he looked over his school schedule and wondered what it would be like for them both to be in the shower together after the gym class they shared -- with lots of other, and older, boys. Richard came rushing in through the back door and stood panting in front of Tomas. "Where do you want to go?" Tomas asked him. Sometimes they headed for the bike trails at the park, sometimes for the trails in the woods, and sometimes they just rode around town. Richard just stood there, his eyes wide. "What?" Tomas was getting uneasy. Something was up. "I'm... going," Richard started, and he stopped to gasp for breath. "I'm going... sending me away, to high school, not here, they want me to go somewhere I have to go away can't stay here what am I going to do..." Tomas reached for him before Richard just slid to the floor. "What? What are you talking about?" He sat Richard in a chair, but he stayed next to him, his hands on Richard's shoulders. "What are you talking about?" "Away... high school... in New York, they want me..." Richard paused and took a deep breath. "Oh, god," he moaned. "There's... there's a fine arts high school in New York. Because of piano. They want me to go there. Important teachers, I mean, famous teachers. They want to send me away..." And Richard broke down in tears. He threw his arms around Tomas and buried his face in his stomach. Tomas tried to raise his head, but Richard was rigid, holding on as though he were afraid of sinking into waters so deep he would never rise from them. Tomas finally pried Richard loose and pulled him up. He led him into the living room, and they sat down on the couch. Richard had his tears under more control now, but he was shaking. "Look, Richard, take a breath. Tell me. Just take a breath, slow down. And tell me what it is." It took a few moments, but Richard finally got it all out. The Roths had long realized their son was especially talented, and his piano teacher and the school's music director had confirmed it. They had researched options carefully and, unknown to Richard, sent some of the tapes he'd recorded of himself to a fine arts high school in New York. The response was immediate. Richard was an unusual talent, they said, and they wanted him as a student. It was unbelievably expensive, since it was a boarding school, but that was no obstacle for the Roths. They enrolled him. They had just told him over a "special surprise lunch" his mother had made for them that noon. Davy sat there with his mouth open, not quite sure what it all meant. And Richard sat there stunned. He knew exactly what it meant. It meant leaving home. No high school in Springfield. It meant leaving Tomas. No Tomas... Richard had stood up and announced that he would not go, not under any circumstances. His father was outraged that Richard would resist their plans, and his mother was incensed that he would waste such an opportunity. There was quite a scene, during which his parents made certain he understood that there were no options. He was going. Richard stormed out of the house and went straight to Tomas. "And I have no say! They're going to make me! They don't care what I think! They don't care about me -- they never have!" Tomas tried to calm him. He asked lots of quesitons about the school, and Richard was surprised to find that he had a brochure from the school still clenched in his hand; he had brought it all the way from home without relaizing it. Tomas asked questions. Richard tried to answer, and eventually he was calm enough to talk. "But I can't do this, Tomas. Leave here... leave you? It's four years, Tomas! Four years!" They talked. Tomas brought them some sodas from the kitchen, and they talked some more. How could Richard resist his parents? What could he do? What would such a place be like? How could he be alone, without Tomas? Why would they even consider doing something that would make him so unhappy...? Finally, they were quiet. "I think..." Tomas began. "I think maybe you ought to go." Richard felt as though he'd been thrown against a brick wall. "Listen to me, Richard." Tomas turned to face him on the couch, taking both of Richard's hands in his own. "You are the most unusual person I've ever met. The most unusal, most wonderful, most special..." Tomas had to pause a moment to swallow. He could feel the tears moving down his cheeks. "Richard, you have a very special talent. I don't know anything about music, but even I know that." Tomas took another breath. "Maybe you need to do this. Maybe somebody as special as you has to do this... to go someplace where they can make sure you get what you need." "You... want me... to go?" Richard's voice sounded like that of a little boy. "No! Fuck no, Richard!" Tomas couldn't stop the tears now. "No, no, I don't want it! But maybe it needs to be that way -- for you, Richard! I've always known there is nobody in the world like you, and maybe... maybe this means... somebody special like you has to learn how to use his talent, Richard." He had to stop for a moment. It made no sense to Richard. It made no sense to Tomas, either, but somehow the older teen knew his boyfriend had a once-in-a-lifetime, life-changing opportunity. It was something that was meant to be. They were in love, and that was forever. But this was something that was meant to be, for Richard's sake. There would be vacations at home. They could write. Phone calls. Summers when school was out. Tomas presented all the arguments he could think of about how they could still be together, even apart. They would still be boyfriends, lovers -- that was forever. It still made no sense. But gradually the boys came to understand, somehow, that it would have to happen. And they would have to make the best of it. Somehow, they would have to make the best of it.