Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 12:34:16 +1000 From: Jeff Albertson Subject: Tommy Gets a Day Job Tommy Gets A Day Job A story by plantagenet Disclaimer: This story is clearly fictional. No likeness to any persons living or dead is intended. Adults only, no minors allowed, in jusrisdictions where permitted. Author's note: The central idea of this story is not mine: I read a similar story some while ago, but lost track of it. I have tried to reimagine it here, with my own modest embellishments. I hope the original author regards this humble effort as an homage to his story, and not simply plagiarism. And finally, before the story begins, may I ask readers to consider making a donation to the Nifty Archive, to keep this marvellous resource operating. Apart from my stories, I have donated, and I hope you will, too. Just a buck or two from everybody should be ample! Tommy Gets A Day Job "Young man! Hello? Excuse me, young man!" the elderly woman called out from the first floor window of the sizeable mansion towards the teenager slouching along the footpath. Tommy looked around when he heard the noise, but was pretty certain no-one was calling out to him. After all, he hadn't done anything wrong, and nobody could prove he had. "Yes, you, young man. Thomas, isn't it?" the woman yelled again. This time Tommy looked right at her, and realised that it was himself that she was talking to. The teen pointed at his chest and scowled at her. "Who, me?" he grunted. Adults were always doing this to him, hassling him, accusing him of stuff just on principle. "Yes, yes, of course I mean you. Please wait right there while I come down", the woman replied, now sounding slightly exasperated. Tommy took a few more steps along the sidewalk to the substantial ornate wrought iron gates that belonged to the house and waited for the old battleaxe, wondering what he was about to be accused of. After all, everybody over the age of 21 had it in for Tommy. They knew he was trouble just from the way he swaggered down the street. The woman appeared at the heavy gates and opened one side. "Thomas, isn't it? I'm sure my grandson didn't make a mistake with your name" the woman smiled ingratiatingly at the teen. "Yeah, I'm Tommy. What of it? he replied, cautious but with an edge of surliness in his voice. The woman breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm Mrs Farnshaw, Terence's grandmother. He pointed you out to me as you walked down our street", she explained, as if it would make the situation clearer. It didn't. "I can walk down the street if I want - it's a free country, ain't it?", Tommy replied, beginning to wonder what planet this old hag came from. And who the hell was Terence? The woman who identified herself as Mrs Farnshaw smiled at the teen. "Oh, my, yes, of course you can, a big strong boy such as yourself. It's just that I'm in a bit of a situation at the moment. You see, I have to attend an appointment in town, Saturday appointments are so hard to get, don't you know, and I don't want to leave Terence by himself. He doesn't want to come into town with me, poor little lamb, and I was just about to give up hope when he saw you and told me who you were". At that point, a sandy-haired head poked around the side of the substantial skirts the woman was wearing, and Tommy recognised the head as belonging to a new kid in his class, a real nerd had been Tommy's first impression at the time. Tommy vaguely recalled his name might have been something gay like Terence. Tommy's chest puffed out a little on being praised by the old lady. "Yeah, he's in my class - what of it?" He pulled back a little on the arrogant tone he usually employed in this type of encounter, sensing as he did that the woman wanted some kind of favour from him. An errand perhaps. That usually meant money for Tommy, so he was all ears. "Well, as I said, I need to go down the street this morning, and the weather is a little unsettled, so I don't want to risk Terence's health, he's quite delicate, you know. May I impose upon you to sit with him for a couple of hours, until lunchtime, I should be back by then. I can offer you a small amount for your trouble?" "How much?" Tommy replied, hoping for a twenty, but willing to take ten for doing next to nothing on a morning when he was already doing nothing for free. "Well, I'm sure I shall be away for at least three hours - will fifty dollars be sufficient? I don't know the usual rate, we've only just moved here from down east" she replied, sounding hopeful that Tommy would accept her offer without any unseemly haggling in front of her grandson. Tommy's face split in an unpleasant grin (he was unaccustomed to smiling). "Sure, uh, ma'am, fifty'll be just fine. I'll look after my old pal Terence for you. Take as long as you need, I'll be his guardian angel until you get back" Tommy reached out around the woman's voluminous dress and took the skittish Terence by the hand. His other hand he held out for the money, which was forthcoming also. "See you when you get back, ma'am. Don't worry about us, we'll be just fine. Come on, Terence", he coaxed, dragging the boy away from his grandmother's shadow. Mrs Farnshaw smiled as the two mismatched boys entered the house, and set about her errand in the town, carefully locking the iron gates behind her as she departed. The two boys were indeed mismatched. Tommy was fifteen, held back in the eight grade two years running for exceedingly poor grades and frequent truancy. He was a brutish lad, always on the lookout for a smaller boy to torment (just for the hell of it), or for a way to make easy money in order to purchase cigarettes or booze, when he couldn't steal them. Genetically blessed with a strong but stocky physique, he added to his strength by working out with his stepfather's weights and gym equipment, making sure he didn't get caught. He hoped one day to be stronger than the man his mother married, so he could knock him on his ass and split from this backwater burg. Terence was a few months shy of thirteen, 'shy' being the defining word for this skinny weakling. He had not been at his new school long enough to attract Tommy's sinister attentions, and so made the mistake of pointing the teen out to his grandma as a possible sitter. Poor Terence was pretty much afraid of everything and everybody. His only strong point was his academic ability, which made school days bearable because he usually hid out in the library. Still holding the smaller boy's hand, Tommy walked Terence into the house as though it was his own and led him into the first room he found, a spacious family room with a large television set and couches. A bookshelf covered one wall, a large picture window another. "So, Terence, old buddy, it looks like I'm looking after you for the morning. How does that grab you, huh?" Tommy declared, grinning his evil grin. Unnerved by the older boy's smile (it reminded the boy of drawings he had seen in illustrated books - the Big Bad Wolf sprang instantly to mind), Terence tried to reply with a smile. "Um, fine, Tommy, it's fine", he muttered, trying to pitch his unbroken voice as low as possible. He wondered briefly whether he should have taken his chances at the ladies' hairdressing salon with his grandma. "We'll have a great time, Terence, you wait and see", Tommy assured the boy. "What kind of a name is Terence, anyway?", the teen leered, throwing himself onto a couch and picking up a TV remote from an end table. "You got WWE on this Terry-boy? That's the best show on cable", the older boy added, trying to operate the large remote control. "My name is Terence Aldwyn Farnshaw the Third", the boy responded stiffly, immediately recognising the folly of what he had just done. Tommy stopped his inspection of the remote control and dropped it carelessly on the couch, staring at the younger boy, momentarily speechless at the youngster's impudence. "Well, well, well. A blueblood, no less", Tommy sneered. "So tell me, Terence whatever-the-third, do you like to wrestle? Because I love it. Come on, you got a nice thick carpet here, I won't get hurt if you throw me". Without waiting for the smaller boy to reply, Tommy reach his hand out to the belt on Terence's slacks and curled a finger over the waistband, slowly tugging the smaller boy towards himself. Terence knew he could have pulled away if he wanted...but where could he go? This older boy was in his house, there was noplace else for him to run. He told his feet to move, and allowed himself to be pulled towards the older boy, his grandma-appointed sitter for the morning. "That's the spirit Terry. You're not as scared as you look, I bet. In fact, I think you could probably give me a good wrestle. You could probably even pin me, for sure." Tommy pulled the frightened boy towards himself until he was just inches away. "Have you wrestled before, Terry? Maybe with your buddies at your old school? Or with your daddy, Terence-thingummy-the-second? No?" The timid boy shook his head in the negative. Tommy released his finger from the boy's waist, letting Terence fall back a little. He grinned at the boy, and Terence was again powerfully reminded of the Big Bad Wolf. "I'll tell you what I'll do, Terry boy, since you're a beginner. I'll get down on all fours, and you try to pin me. That means you have to get both of my shoulders on the floor at the same time, got that?" Tommy assumed the position, and waited for the younger boy to begin wrestling. Poor Terence's attempts were rather pathetic - he tried to push the older teen over, without success. He climbed onto Tommy's back and tried to push him downwards towards the carpet, to no avail. He even tried putting his hand between Tommy's legs to somehow pull him over, but stopped when he felt something large inside Tommy's shorts. "Oooh, Terry, you naughty boy! You grabbed my balls then! I thought you told me you hadn't wrestled before!" Tommy toyed with the boy. Terence was shocked. What he had accidentally grabbed couldn't possibly have been Tommy's balls - they were surely far too big for balls, Terence thought. "Come on, try once more, then it will be my turn to try to pin you. That's how it works", Tommy urged the boy. This time, when Terence pushed on the teen's shoulders, he deliberately toppled over, taking Terence with him and landing on his back on the plush carpeting. "That's it, Terence, you did it! You got your first pin!" Tommy lay sprawled on the floor, with Terence on top of him, nudging the younger boy with his thighs to keep him off balance. Terence could feel something under his tummy as he lay on the older boy, but wasn't sure what it could be. Did Tommy have a cucumber hidden in his shorts, he wondered. Tommy lifted Terence off him as easily as a pillow and got up, returning to his seat on the couch. "I think we need to watch how the experts do it, Terry. Go find us some wrestling action on this thing" Tommy demanded, handing the boy the remote control. Terence fingered the buttons confidently, and within seconds the room was full of the grunts and groans of a mixed martial arts bout inside a caged arena. "That's more like it!" exclaimed Tommy, his eyes glued on the large TV for a few seconds. He looked at Terence, amused at the boy's aghast features. "Lookit the muscles on that guy, Terry! Are your muscles like that?" Without waiting for an answer, Tommy pulled the boy's shirt out of his trousers and up over his head. He then held the boy's arms up in a flexing pose, squeezing the boy's undeveloped biceps as he did so. "Wow, lookit your muscles, Terry. I reckon you could beat me three falls out of five, if you tried. Come on, let's go again. Oh, wait - see how these guys are wearing just shorts? We should do it that way too" Again without waiting for the boy to protest, Tommy grabbed Terence's belt and unclasped it, then undid the button and unzipped, and lowered Terence's slacks to the floor. The boy looked on helpessly as his trousers puddled around his ankles, lifting his leg when prompted by Tommy, allowing the older boy to undress him. "Shoes, too, Terry boy. It's better in bare feet", Tommy proclaimed confidently, removing Terence's shoes and socks. "Now me", he added, stripping to his boxers as the smaller boy watched, torn between the show on the television between the two sweaty grunting men grabbing each other in all sorts of places, and the show in his living room where Tommy was now sparring with an invisible opponent and ostentatiously stretching in front of the boy who was half his size. Terence gaped openly at the wispy hairs in Tommy's armpits, and wondered what the next three hours would bring. "Okay Terry, we're both ready now. I'll give you another turn because it's your house and all. But before we start, I gotta teach you about doing that squirrel grip properly before you hurt me too bad. Stand here, with you legs apart". The frightened boy stood as he was told, clad only in white briefs, his legs making a triangle with the floor. "Now, here's the right way to do it", Tommy explained, putting his hand between the boy's legs from behind and grabbing Terence's diminutive package gently. Terence gasped when Tommy's hand came into contact with his little balls and shrivelled penis. "Now, that doesn't hurt, right?" Tommy whispered into the boy's ear as he groped and squeezed Terence's immature genitals with just enough pressure to let the boy feel it without causing pain. Not knowing what else to do, Terence nodded. "Okay, now you practice it on me. I'll get on the floor again". Tommy dropped to the floor on all fours, his knees apart. Looking back over his shoulder, he coached the younger boy in the "correct" use of the illegal grip. "Put your hand up between my legs. That's it, get it right up there. Now, grab hold gently, don't squeeze 'em like you did before. Just get a feel of them". Terence did as he was told, lightly holding the bigger boy's package, marvelling at its size. It felt to Terence as though the older boy had a banana in his shorts, along with a couple of limes. "That's the way, Terry. Just give them a light squeeze", the older boy instructed. The timid boy did his best, wondering how this could be a legitimate tactic even in such a brutal sport as the one he was now seeing on his television set. Tommy groaned theatrically as Terence exerted a fraction more pressure. "Yeah, that's it, Terry. Now see if you can grab just my balls by themselves. Or maybe just one ball at a time, for starters. Just so's you know what you're doing. I'm tryin' ta help you here. Get the left ball first, okay?" Terence grunted a wordless answer as he felt around the outside of the rough-talking teenager's boxers. He found a large lump and gently palpated it. Tommy sighed. "Nice try, squirt, but that's my right ball. Try for the other one." Terence released the fleshy kiwifruit-sized organ and felt around for the other one. "Oh, yeah, you got it now", Tommy moaned as the boy found his target. "Okay, now, grab my cock, look, like the guy on TV is doing". Sure enough, the television wrestlers were in a genital-grabbing clinch that made Terence's eyes bug out as he stared at it. Obediently, the young lad released Tommy's testicle and went for the prize. It wasn't difficult to find, Terence discovered, gasping as his fingers closed around the boxer-clad erection of the horny teenager. His mind could not encompass the proportions of the teenager's dick as his hand lightly squeezed the hard phallus under Tommy's directions. "Yeah, that's the way, Terry, you're nearly an expert already. But then, you got a good teacher, huh?" Tommy encouraged the boy as his wicked plan fell into place. "Okay, let go of my cock now and I'll do yours." Terence felt a thrill of despair run through him. Deep down the boy knew that their roles would be eventually be reversed - he had observed this when he saw other children at play: they always took turns, even when it might hurt. But his desire to get along with the older boy, to be subservient, won out over his sense of self-preservation. With a slight sense of loss, he relaxed his grip on Tommy's boner, wondering briefly to himself why the bigger boy's large, hard banana-sized penis felt so...nice in his hand. But now the moment of truth had arrived. Terence knew he was now obliged to submit to Tommy's big hand groping between his legs. He had never engaged in this kind of play with other boys before - indeed, play of any kind with boys was something Terence only read about or observed from afar. Quivering with anticipation, Terence knelt on all fours, facing the television. The two big sweaty men were still wrestling, grabbing and throwing each other, grunting and snarling as they did so. For a moment, Terence was lost in the moment, entranced by the display on the big screen. His reverie was suddenly snatched away when he felt a warm hand on his back. Terence remembered what he was kneeling down on all fours for, and what was about to happen. "Now, I'll be real careful, like, 'cause you were careful with me, right?" Tommy cajoled the boy, "and I want you to pay attention, like in school, huh? Since we're pals now, I want you to get this right". "Pals?" Terence thought. "We're pals now? How did this happen? When did it- Oh!" Terence gasped as Tommy's other hand ran up along his sensitive inner thighs and made contact with his small cotton-clad package. The hand that was on Terence's back rubbed up and down his spine as the other, more intrusive hand felt around for his tiny balls. Terence jerked upwards with surprise, but was held down by Tommy's hand on his back as the teen's other hand grabbed Terence's balls, both easily fitting in the bigger boy's grip. Tommy continued his instructive chatter. "Okay, now I got your nuts, like you had mine. Feel how I roll 'em around? You do that when you wanna get a guy's attention. But ya don't squeeze 'em, okay, 'cause they're real sensitive. If you just wanna get a guy uncomfortable, you go for his dick, like this". Tommy's hand followed his words as he shifted his grasp to Terence's cocktail weenie, and fingered it's stubby length. "Well, now that's a nice size dick you got there, Terry. How much is it, an inch and a half? What about stiff? How big does it grow to? Let's find out. I'll do it for ya, that's what pals do." Tommy began to stroke Terence's little penis into erection as the smaller boy added this tidbit of information to his newly acquired storehouse of intelligence about what boys do together. "Hmm" murmured Tommy. "Feels like about two and a half hard. Is that what you thought, Terry? Mine's about six, or maybe six and a quarter. But you'd know that already, huh? Jeez, I'm bushed. How about we take a break? Got any soda?" Tommy untangled himself from the smaller boy and slumped onto the spacious couch. Terence gingerly got to his feet and reached for his clothing, but Tommy stopped him. "We don't need that when there's just us guys here - your granny won't be back for a couple hours yet." Still clad in only his white briefs, now with a small erection pushing the y-fronts outwards into a peak, Terence silently consented and walked to the kitchen to get sodas. He did admit to himself that it felt strange (and even kind of fun) to walk around his own house almost nude, and with an aroused condition he would never have displayed in front of his grandmother - she would not have tolerated it. Terence opened the refrigerator and pulled out two sodas. Back in the living room, Tommy sprawled on the plush sofa with one hand down the front of his boxers, the other draped along the back of the heavy overstuffed furniture. Terence held out the can of soft drink to his new pal and sat down nearby. Tommy wrenched the tab off his soda and guzzled the drink down in one go, belching ostentatiously after doing so. "Jeez, I needed that", he remarked loudly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he set the empty can down on the armrest. "Now I'm horny after all that wrestling. Say Terry - when you and your buddies get horny, do you jerk or blow? Or maybe-" here the teen winked at Terence in a way that made the younger boy's tummy lurch "-you go all the way?" Terence was halfway through the first sip of his drink when he heard Tommy's question. Soda spurted out his nostrils as he convulsed with terror and confusion. Did Tommy think he had other friends before arriving in this town? Were 'jerking' and 'blowing' (the actual nature of which was only vaguely apprehended by Terence) routine behaviours with one's friends? And did 'horny' mean what Terence suspected it meant? And what on earth could possibly be meant by 'all the way'? Tommy did not give the younger lad any more time for introspection - he grabbed Terence's soda can and set it alongside his own. "okay, buddy, my cock needs ya, and you're boned up too, I can see. You wanna go first or second?" Terence gaped open-mouthed at Tommy. Clearly, the older boy was proposing some kind of sexual activity between them, to take place right there in the living room on his grandmother's couch! Terence could only speculate about the relative merits of 'going first' and whether it was superior to 'going second', and what specific activity was actually being proposed. Before he could decide between two equally terrifying options, Tommy took matters out of his hands by grabbing the smaller boy's arm and dragging him over the cushions towards himself. "Let's do each other at the same time - we're pals, ain't we?" Tommy growled as he jammed his hand down the front of Terence's briefs and felt for the boy's cock. At the same time he took Terence's limp wrist and shoved the boy's hand under the hem of his boxers, where his own hand had been frigging his cock moments earlier. Dumbfounded, Terence could think of nothing else to do but imitate the older boy's motions, out of sheer confusion. He wrapped his slender fingers around the teen's hard penis, marvelling at the heat emanating from it, and began to slide the skin up and down, just as Tommy was doing to his own little cock. The feelings of excitement and terror coming from Tommy's ministrations multiplied quickly in Terence's mind as he tried to concentrate on working Tommy's cock. Within a minute, Tommy grunted in frustration. "Your undies are too tight to let me get at your dick properly, Terry. Get 'em off. I'll take mine off too". Lfting his buttocks off the couch, Tommy yanked his boxers down his thighs and over his knees, as Terry scrambled to do likewise, unsure whether he was supposed to release Tommy's cock in the process. Tommy settled matters by grabbing Terence's underwear by the hem and jerking them down to his feet. "That's better", he commented as the two naked youths sat side by side and wanked each other. Terence gawped at the fleshy weapon he was holding, seeing a mature (and rampant) penis for the first time in his sheltered life. He also noted the bush of black hair that Tommy sported around the base of his weapon, comparingly it enviously to his own bald pubic region. Another minute of mutual penis-pulling and grunting ensued, but still Tommy was not satisfied. "This couch is rubbing on my butt. Let's go to your room, Terry. Your bed's gotta be more comfortable than this!" Terence was silently relieved to retreat to a less-exposed location, so he relinquished Tommy's cock and bent down to collect his clothing from where it was scattered in the floor, but Tommy was faster. "I'll get your stuff, you lead the way", the older boy commanded as he pushed Terence towards the archway, scooping up all of the strewn clothing as he followed his young victim through the house, admiring the younger boy's narrow bottom along the way. "Hey, nice butt, buddy" Tommy remarked, amused by the blush on Terence's face as the younger boy looked behind himself in response. Arriving at Terence's room, Tommy dropped all of their clothes in the carpeted floor and flopped onto the boy's sumptuous bed, dragging the naked Terence with him as he did so. "Hey, now this is what I'm talkin' about, Terry boy, huh? You got it made, kid" Tommy remarked with genuine admiration as he surveyed the boy's room, with its en-suite bathroom, built-in wardrobes, recessed full length mirror, study desk, numerous bookcases and large chest-of-drawers. He picked up Terence's hand and dropped it onto his still-stiff cock asking the boy "Where were we? Oh, yeah, that's it, Terry-boy. Just like that. You're a natural", he praised his young protege who had resumed his wanking action on Tommy's tool. Tommy's appreciative grunts became louder and closer together as the smaller lad jerked him off. Suddenly, the teen grabbed Terence's wrist to pause the delicious movements. "Terry, I'm gonna blow soon, you got a cum rag anywhere?" Tommy panted. The confusion on Terence's face was easily read by Tommy, who moved to the next phase of his strategy. "Okay, no cum rag, I get it, you prob'ly don't need one yet. But I don't wanna blow my wad all over your bedspread - your granny will be sure to see it. Do you swallow?" Tommy's demeanor left Terence in no doubt that the correct answer to this question was 'yes', and the logical part of Terence's brain told him that swallowing was an essential part of taking nutrition, so of course he swallowed, why wouldn't he, so he shut down the other part of his brain that was saying 'be careful, it's some kind of trap!'and nodded dumbly. "I knew it!" exclaimed the teen. "I knew we'd be really good pals! Just get your cute lips around my cockhead, I'll do the rest", the teenager reassured the innocent boy. Terence obtained a serious close-up of the pubic hair he had recently envied as Tommy steered the younger boy's naive face towards his throbbing woodie. The 'open up now, babe' from Tommy was superfluous as Terence's gaping mouth descended upon the flaming red mushroom head of Tommy's prick, followed by the guttural groan of satisfaction as Tommy humped Terence's mouth. "You're the best, Terry-babe!" were all the words Tommy was able to coherently form as he spurted four or five blasts of semen into Terence's surprised mouth. The little boy's eyes widened at the enormity of what had just happened, unable to pull his face back from its impalement because Tommy had hold of his silky hair. "Yeah, shit yeah!" Tommy groaned as he thrust his hips forward to expel the last few droplets of jizz onto Terence's tongue. But it was Tommy's next action that completely threw Terence's sensibilities for a spin - Tommy drew Terence's face up to his own by the hair and kissed him! Right on the lips! "What a great cock-sucking buddy you are, Terry-babe! You're the best!" Tommy gushed in a voice dripping with false sincerity as he hugged the smaller boy. But Terence was unused to the duplicitous ways of sex-mad teens and did not detect it. All he could hear was praise, and the word 'buddy'. That meant Tommy was actually his friend. A moment of hesitation was all Tommy needed - he dived back to Terence's mouth and plunged his tongue between the boy's lips. Though he did not usually bother kissing his conquests, Tommy instinctively knew that a little tenderness might pay benefits in the long run. As for Terence, the taste of the older boy's cum, combined with the undertones of tobacco and alcohol on Tommy's tongue, added to the revelation that Tommy was his friend, made the younger boy putty in Tommy's hands. Tommy had correctly sensed, at some primitive level, that Terence's drug of addiction was friendship rather than sex. Give him that, and he could get the other from him any time he wanted. He paused in his oral explorations to butter the young boy up still further. "Ahh, Terry-babe, what a good friend you are. Only a real buddy would swallow a guy's load like you just did! Other boys spit it out, but you took the whole lot! And I'm gonna show you how grateful I am. Just lie back and enjoy this, babe!" Rolling over so that the smaller boy was now underneath him, Tommy licked his way down from Terence's jawline, along his ribs to his navel, then reached beneath the boy's bottom and lifted his hips, one cheek in each hand, to raise the timid boy's genitals to his mouth. "You're gonna love this, babe", Tommy grinned, reminding Terence strongly again of the big bad wolf. Terence gasped as Tommy's mouth closed on his immature erection, then swirled it around with his raspy tongue. A few minutes of that treatment had Terence whimpering, then moaning as Tommy released the little cock to work on Terence's tiny balls. "Ready to cum, babe?" Tommy smiled as his lips returned to Terence's little boner. The teen worked the little rod of flesh until he felt Terence's hips jerk upwards in a shaky but dry orgasm. Tommy set the boy's body down gently and resumed his position alonside the prone pre-teen. He was ready to play his ace. "I really like you, Terry," the teen began. "Would you like to be...my best friend?" Completely under the older lad's spell, and still reeling from the sensations engendered by his first orgasm, Terence could only nod his agreement. "Cool! That means we can fuck!" Tommy enthused. "Got any Vaseline?" the teen demanded, getting off the bed and striding naked towards Terence's en-suite, his rapidly stiffening cock leading the way. Having never had a best friend before, Terence was shocked to learn that fornication was the quid pro quo. The fearful part of his brain told him to escape at any cost, even run naked into the street if he had to, escape to the safety of his grandmother's skirts. The emotional part of his brain, that was desperate to have a friend, especially a best friend, overruled the sensible part and decided that fucking couldn't really be as bad as it sounded, even between boys. Except, how exactly did it take place? While Terence was pondering the specific biological mechanics of a boy fucking another boy, Tommy had found the jar of lubricant in Terence's medicine cabinet and was unscrewing the cap. Tommy made doubly sure it was Vaseline - on a previous occasion when deflowering a young boy his lustful urgency overtook him, and he accidently slathered Vaporub on his erection because the jars were similar. That alarming incident had robbed him of a much desired fuck, as well as teaching him the value of reading. Crawling back onto the bed, Tommy set the jar on the side table and instructed his victim in the manner of their upcoming performance. "Okay, buddy, we're all set. Up onto your hands and knees, and I'll put some lube on your hole. Hey, Terry, I got an idea! If we turn around this way, we can watch ourselves fuck in your mirror! Cool, huh?". Terence did as he was told, then felt Tommy's greasy fingers rub around his anus. It was only then that the full realisation dawned on him - 'fucking' meant that Tommy's cock would be entering his bum, in a manner imitative of male-female coitus, of which Terence had a theoretical, butlimited, understanding. "Er, Tommy, I'm not quite sure that...uh...are you..." was all Terence managed to stutter out before he felt a blunt, hot pressure at his freshly-greased asshole. Tommy was well into his stride now, in his natural element - a submissive naked boy crouching on all fours beneath him, ass elevated in a convenient position, his own dick hard and ready, with the added bonus of being able to watch all of the action in the full-length wardrobe mirror in front of him. "Okay, buddy, here it comes! I know you want this!" The explosion of pain in his asshole that Terence had imagined was completely eclipsed by the actual pain of penetration, as Tommy's cockhead pushed into Terence's greased hole. The boy could only watch his reflection in the mirror, his mouth open wide in a soundless scream of disbelief and horror and intense pain as Tommy crooned at the pleasure of breaking in another virginal boy. "Ohh, Terry, your ass is so hot and... uhh...tight, we're gonna be best buds, I can tell, uurgh, yes, fuck it baby". Tommy had a two-step action, wherein he slowly pushed his cock in for three-quarters of its length, then quickly thrust the last inch and a half, somewhat like a reverse heartbeat. It was the second, faster part of the thrust that opened Terence's eyes with shock and horror (and to his own amazement, some lust). Tommy supported himself by one hand planted in the middle of Terence's back, with his other arm wrapped around Terence's belly, his hips pumping his hard rod relentlessly into Terence's bottom, to hs own grunted accompaniment. The younger boy noted that the initial pain had subsided into a burning and insistent ache as the older boy pushed his stiff cock in and out of his asshole. The worst part was not so much the pain, which was like a deafening roar in his ears, nor the hot friction engendered by Tommy's slippery cock rushing in and out of his anus. It was the knowledge, Terence was certain, that this was not going to be the only time this sordid intrusion would take place. Having now "given it up", a part of Terence's brain knew with utter surety that he was now Tommy's property, to be violated by the older boy whenever he wished. Terence's body sagged. Tommy took the younger boy's body language to mean that he had conceded defeat and was, if not agreeing to being raped, at least condoning it. "Yeah, baby, that's feelin' good now, huh? You really like it up there, don'cha? You like my hard cock up your ass, huh, Terry-babe? Well?" Tommy persisted, his last question laced with a barely-concealed menace. Terence knew the correct answer, the safer path. "Uh, ye-yeah, Tommy, it's, uh, good", the no-longer virginal boy muttered, still staring with horror at his own deflowerment in the tall mirror. "Good? Good? Is that the best you can do, Terry-babe? It's fuckin' magnificent, that's what it is! You're a great fuck, babe, and I ain't said that to all the boys I've fucked. So I'm gonna ask you again how you like my cock pumping in and out of your asshole, and I want to hear a boy-genius English-major top-of-the-class answer. So, how do you like being fucked, Terry?" Terence realised that Tommy was determined to make this experience as humiliating as it was horrible. The pain of his first fuck had diminished to a dull grinding ache, in his lower back as well as his bruised hole, and he was now able to form coherent thoughts in his mind. "Er, I, um, en-enjoy it, Tommy, very, uh, much. I, uh, appreciate the suh-sensation of your, um, c-cock in my butt, and feeling it pushing up my, er, asshole, er, Tommy", he ventured lamely, hoping it would satisfy the grunting brute behind him. Tommy had slowed down, now settling in to enjoy his despoilation of the young boy kneeling in front of him. "Yeah, you like it, babe, I knew you would when I first saw you behind your granny's skirts. I could tell. Well, I got some good news for ya. Now that we're best friends, we can do this anytime we want, and let me tell ya, I'll be wanting it a lot, a whole lot, oh yeah. Now, because I like you, I'm gonna make you cum, and your cum is gonna get me off as well, so we'll both get off together, like good buddies should, huh?" Having only had one orgasm in his young life thus far, and that only recently when Tommy sucked on his little erection, Terence had not yet made the linguistic connection between "cum" and what Tommy's mouth on his pecker made his body do. So it took Terence somewhat by surprise whan Tommy reached further around with the hand that was holding his waist, and found his shrivelled penis. "Yeah, now we're ready, babe", Tommy growled as he manipulated Terence's little cock into another thin but stiff erection, then began a vigorous frigging of the tiny two-inch tool. Despite the pain in his bottom, Terence began to get a squirmy feeling in his groin that made him gasp. "Oh! Ohh! Oooh!" the young boy cooed as he rushed towards his second-ever orgasm. A single tear ran down Terence's cheek, perhaps lamenting the loss of his virginity. Tommy could see their reflections in the mirror, dominating the younger boy as Terence's abused rectum began spasming and squeezing Tommy's cock. "Yeah, Terry, your ass is sucking the cum outta my cock, that's the way, aarghh, yeah, take it, babe," Tommy groaned as Terence's orgasm overtook him and caused involuntary anal contractions. He felt the teen's cock squirt up into his rectum again and again, heard the teen groan with pleasure, and hoped that his ordeal was finally over, for now at least. Tommy slumped forward, pushing Terence down onto the bedcovers. With a final groan, he rolled off the boy and sighed as his softening cock plopped out of Terence's bruised asshole. Both boys gasped. The smallest metallic sound broke the silence. "Better get dressed, Terry, unless you want your Granny to catch you lying on your bed naked like a well-fucked slut", Tommy smirked as he rose from the younger boy's bed, having heard the front door click open. Panicking, Terence realised the truth of the older boy's words, and quickly jumped off the bed, pulling on his clothes frantically as he heard his grandmother's keys land on the hall table. "Terence sweetheart, are you there? I'm home", the old lady's voice rose up from towards the staircase. "Up...uh...up here, Grandmother", Terence called out as he struggled to pull on his briefs and slacks. Tommy chuckled as he witnessed Terence's discomfiture, idly wondering whether any of his cum might leak out into the younger boy's briefs, but not caring whether it did or not. He zipped up his jeans, tucking his half-hard dick inside them as he draped a meaty arm over the boy's shoulder, leading him towards the bedroom door. "C'mon, Terry, let's go downstairs to see Granny. Make sure you say something nice about her hair, like a good boy", Tommy muttered. Terence allowed himself to be guided towards the staircase, wincing a little as he took each step. Terence thought his asshole felt like it was abraded raw, and rubbed like sandpaper with every movement of his legs. "Ah, there you are boys", the old lady smiled as her grandson approached gingerly. Tommy spoke first, before Terence could say anything too revealing. "Gosh, ma'am, your hair looks lovely", he complimented in his most ingratiating tone, the one usually reserved for juvenile court judges. "Doesn't your grandma's hair look nice, Terry?" he added, nudging Terence in the ribs. "Uh, ye-yes, yes it does, uh, grandmother, very nice indeed. The salon did an outstanding job. And that's quite an, er, intriguing shade of blue", he added, trying to ignore the pain in his bottom. "Why, thank you dearest, it's called Indigo Topaz. The stylist assured me it was very fashionable for ladies of my, er, experience. Now, Terence, will you go to your room and, er, find that...sweater that you wore last year. The yellow one, as I recall. I think one sleeve is starting to fray. Off you go, now". A baffled look crossed Terence's face as he hurried off to comply with his grandmother's unexpected (and curious) request. His intention had been, as soon as Tommy left, to tell his grandmother that he never wanted to see Tommy again, that it was a huge mistake to invite the teen into their house, and that he would never complain about attending the hairdresser's salon with her ever again. Instead, he was back in his bedroom searching for a sweater that he was reasonably confident had been stuffed into a Goodwill bag at least six months earlier. After ten minutes of futile searching he called it lost and descended the stairs back to the kitchen. He was surprised to see that Tommy was still there, just leaving in fact, and even more surprised at his grandmother's parting words to him. "Thank you again, young man, and mind you are on time". Terence saw Tommy's evil grin for what he hoped was the last time when the teen turned and said "Oh, yes, ma'am, I will be. Bye". Seeing Tommy's back departing through the doorway caused Terence's body to sag in relief at the end of his ordeal. And since his grandmother seemed to be in such a good mood, he decided he would not annoy her with his insistence that Tommy never darken that same doorstep again. He would mark it down to experience and learn a lesson from it. Terence read quietly for the balance of the afternoon. His evening took its usual course: supper with grandmother, followed by doing the dishes together (Terence dried) then a radio serial that they both enjoyed, capped off with some more quiet reading accompanied by a selection of baroque adagios from one of grandmother's CDs. The boy wished his grandmother a pleasant sleep and retired to his bedroom, which still smelled faintly of Tommy's cum. Regardless, Terence undressed and put on his pyjamas, opening his window just a crack before crawling under his bedclothes to sleep. It had been a big day. It seemed to Terence that his eyes had barely shut when he noticed that the bedroom was somehow different - the light was coming from the wrong direction, there was now a dewy coolness in the air, and...someone was in the room with him! Still not quite awake, Terence was startled to hear the sound of a zipper, followed by the soft shuffle of clothing hitting the carpeted floor. What alarmed the boy most was the unmistakeable sensation of another body, a large one, climbing onto his bed! "Hey, babe, ya miss me?" Terence heard the familiar growly voice of his chief tormentor, Tommy. "Sure ya did", the teen answered his own question. Terence roused himself and rubbed his eyes, turning in bed to see the one sight he hoped never to see again - Tommy naked, aroused, and in his bed. "I'm dyin' for a fuck, Terry-babe. Let's get these jammies off ya" Tommy remarked casually as he roughly stripped the young boy of his nightwear. Terence was too shocked to react as his shirt slipped over his head, and his pants slid down his legs, both garments finishing up on the floor. "I got the lube right here, babe, it's okay. Now, yesterday we did what's called 'doggy style', when you took my cock up your tight little ass on all fours. Remember that, babe?" Tommy prompted. Terence could only whimper. Tommy's grin tightened. "I asked you a question, babe. And I expect an answer." Frightened into action, Terence began blabbering. "Uh, yes, Tommy, I remember. You...knelt behind me and pushed your big, uh, cock up my asshole and fucked me, uh really good. We watched ourselves in the mirror", the boy added. "Yeah, that's right. Your first time, wasn't it?" Tommy's voice purred. "Uh, ye-yes, Tommy, my first, uh, fuck. I mean, getting fucked...I've never, uh, done it to anybody else" "Course not. I never expected ya to. But stick with me, Terry-babe, and who knows, one day I might find some little weedy kid for ya to fuck. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, that's right, I was broadenin' yer education. Today, I ain't gonna do it to you doggy style" Terence's relief was short lived as Tommy continued. "We're gonna do it 'missionary'. That's where you lie on your back and put your heels up on my shoulders, so I get a clear shot at that tight little asshole of yours." Stripping back the sheets and blankets so that both boys' bare bodies were exposed, Tommy continued his assault on the smaller boy's senses. "So get those legs up here, Terry-babe, so we can get busy" he added, "cause I don't wanna wait any longer. You want lube?" he asked kindly. Terence's analytical mind computed the benefits of lube vs no-lube, and decided to nod his acceptance of the teen's offer. Tommy had already lifted the boy's heels up to his broad shoulders, and was digging two fingers into the jar of Vaseline while Terence waited expectantly for Tommy's bestial savagery to begin. While he waited, feeling the cool gel being applied to his anus, he reflected on the capricousness of life - a mere twenty-four hours earlier he was a normal (albeit somewhat sheltered) boy, untroubled by any sexual thoughts. Now, today, he was about to be skewered by a teenager's rampant phallus for the second time in as many days, in his own bedroom. "Ready, babe?" Tommy asked the boy as he lined up his stiff rod with Terence's greased rosebud. Without waiting for the answer, Tommy's hips lunged forward and upward, pushing his cockhead through Terence's bruised pucker. "Aiiiy!" Terence shrieked as his bottom was invaded, then clapped a hand over his own mouth, worried that his grandmother might hear and come to investigate. "That's okay, babe, scream all you want," Tommy laughed. "I like to hear a bitch squeal when I'm fucking him. Don't worry about granny hearing you - she's miles away by now. She left me in charge of you for the day, and you and me are gonna have a great time!" Terence's agile mind computed the dangers. He had already been ravaged yesterday, and was being raped again today - how could it get any worse? And what did he mean about grandmother being miles away? Where on earth could she be? Tommy must have seen the panic in Terence's eyes, because he did that mind-reading thing again. "She's gone to visit her sister at some nursing home up in Glendale Falls. She took the early bus. The old battle-axe will be gone all day. You are me are gonna have a great time, Terry-babe. So, squeal yer lungs out for all I care, I'm gonna ride yer ass 'til I cum, and then we're goin' to go out and meet some friends of mine. I think they'll be your friends too, babe, before long." Terence grunted as Tommy continued his anal assualt. The teen had his own technique for fucking young boys in this position - once he had a boy's feet up on his shoulders, he pushed his rod inside the boy's slicked anus, slowly for the first fifty or sixty strokes, then finishing with a burst of speed as he bounced the boy's body up and down on the bed. Terence's bed was quite springy, which only served to help the boy impale himself on Tommy's cock as hs ass jumped back on the rebound of each powerful stroke. "Oh, yeah, babe, I'm gonna cum already, you got me so hot, uuuhh, tell me you want it, babe" Tommy ordered through his lust. With his hips bouncing off the bed between Tommy's forceful downstrokes and his own bedsprings betraying him, Terence attempted to formulate some words in reply to Tommy's command. "Uhhh, ff...fuck me deep, uh, Tommy, give me your, er, cock, hard in my, uh, ass. Shoot it in my ass," Terence added, remembering the strange sensation of Tommy's jizz being injected in his bottom the previous day. Analysing the situation objectively, today's rape was not as painful as yesterday's, Terence thought. He even might get used to it: the feelings it was engendering in his rectum were...not intolerable, and his little erection was receiving plenty of stimulation as it came into contact with Tommy's belly with every bounce. "Oh, yeah babe, take it, take my cum!" Tommy crooned as he unloaded in the boy's anal passage. The familiar feeling of warm liquid in his rectum, combined with the nudges Tommy's cock gave his immature prostate, plus the stimulation Tommy's washboard abs gave his little knobhead induced in Terence a pleasant little orgasm, making him forget for a moment the awfulness of what Tommy was doing to him. Tommy collapsed on top of his conquest before rolling over, his softening cock flopping onto his stomach. "Let's go wash up, babe, we got a lot of ground to cover, oh yeah," Tommy ordered as he dragged himself off the bed, pulling Terence's hand as he did so. Tommy found Terence's personal en-suite shower to be delightfully spacious, or in his words, "You got enough room for a fuckin' orgy in here, babe! Now wash my cock!" Terence crumpled to his knees, then sat on his heels as he lowered himself to a comfortable height to perform this unpleasant task on the teenager. In spite of his revulsion, Terence could see the point: the fleshy pole, now soft, that hung in front of his face had been up his own bottom, and should be washed carefully, to prevent all sorts of health issues. The boy set about his task diligently, making his hands soapy before working them all over Tommy's penis. "Careful there, buddy - you make it hard again, you gotta suck it. I ain't puttin' it back in my jeans all stiff, ya know," Tommy cautioned his young conquest. But Tommy's advice came too late: Terence already felt the older boy's weapon beginning to thicken and lengthen as he soaped it up, running his lathered fingers through Tommy's bush and pulling the teenager's ample scrotum downwards to stretch out and clean the wrinkly skin. "You done it now, babe," Tommy sighed as his pecker rose upwards. Terence did not need a second warning - he had sucked Tommy off yesterday without coming to any harm, indeed, he rather enjoyed the sensation of making Tommy cum in his mouth. Terence guided a stream of warm water towards Tommy's ample package to rinse it off, then slid his lips over Tommy's cock, licking the head as he allowed Tommy to push forward. "Ohhh, yeahhh, babe, yer a natural, I knew it," moaned the teen. To maintain his balance, Terence placed both hands on Tommy's muscular bottom, enabling him to keep the teen to a steady rhythm as his mouth continued to slurp on the cock that had so recently invaded his anus. For his part, Tommy simply placed both hands flat on the back wall of the shower recess, moving his hips slowly back and forth as he ploughed the boy's mouth, moaning as he did so. Terence noted that Tommy lasted longer this time, adding this information to his small but growing store of knowledge about the sexual behaviour of males. The stream of water was beginning to lose its heat as Tommy groaned and yelled that he was cumming, pushing forward into Terence's mouth and holding the position as his hips quivered and jerked. Terence sucked the teen's seminal fluid down, surprising himself with his own eagerness, continuing to lick and suck until Tommy's hips became still. Tommy ruffled Terence's wet hair and turned off the water as the two boys left the shower. "That was great, babe, yer gonna be real popular today", Tommy praised the young boy as he rubbed himself dry with a large towel. Terence pondered the meaning of this comment as he dried himself off - did Tommy have some activity in mind for the rest of the morning? Terence picked up the wet towel that Tommy let fall on the floor, hanging it up alongside his own, before following the naked teen back into the bedroom. Tommy was already rifling through Terence's drawers, looking for a particular garment. "I'm pickin' yer ensemble for ya today, babe...aah, here's just the thing! Come here and put this on." Seeing no danger inherent in wearing a long t-shirt, Terence complied. It was one that his grandmother had purchased for him some months back, but which Terence rarely wore, as it was longer and looser than he liked. She told him that he would grown into it, but so far his puny body had shown no inclination towards doing so. Tommy dressed himself quickly, then took Terence's hand and led him out of the bedroom and down the stairs. "Uh, Tommy, aren't you forg-" was all the boy got out before Tommy turned a menacing face towards the little boy. "I ain't forgettin' nothin', babe," he growled. "It's a nice day outside, you got a shirt on, you don't need nothin' else." Terence was instinctively afraid of leaving the relative safety of his house, especially with Tommy, so he played his last card. "Er, Tommy, what about locking the house? Grandmother didn't leave me her-" Terence's protest died on his lips as he saw the small bunch of keys that Tommy was triumphantly holding up. "You mean these, babe? Granny gave me her spare set - must be 'cause I got a honest face, I guess," Tommy added, his evil grin splitting his visage. "Come on, we got places to go!" The older boy locked the door behind him as he pulled Terence onto the street, striding along the road with purpose. Terence struggled to keep up, torn between swinging his free arm and using it to hold down the hem of the t-shirt lest it blow up in the breeze and reveal his nakedness. "Where...are we, uh, going, Tommy?" the boy soon asked as their course took them towards the large public recreation park at the centre of town. "You'll see, babe. Don't worry so much, you'll enjoy life more," Tommy reassured, but Terence's fears did not abate. It was a Sunday morning, and families were out walking and enjoying the mild weather. As they reached the park, they saw scattered groups of children playing impromptu ball games, throwing frisbees, walking dogs and setting up picnic blankets on the lush lawns. It seemed to Terence that their path was taking them towards an ornamental stone arch bridge over a stream that fed into a pond, where lilies grew and small fish prospered. But they did not cross the bridge, instead Tommy pulled Terence around the side of the aging stone structure to a space beneath it, sheltered from the sun and breeze, and hidden from prying eyes. When Terence's eyes adjusted to the change in light, he saw that they were no longer alone: there were two boys in the shady space under the bridge, boys who appeared to be around his own age but slightly larger (all boys my age are larger than me, Terence thought ruefully). To add to the unusual atmosphere, the boys were identical twins, dressed in similar clothes. "Say hello to your new pals, Terry-babe. This is Nathan-" "I'm Nathan", the other boy contradicted indignantly. "You've been fucking me for two years and you still can't get my name right!" "Yeah, yeah, don't get yer panties in a twist. This one here must be Neil, then, and that faggot there is Nathan," Tommy corrected himself. "Fellas, this here is Terry, he's come to play with us today," Tommy explained, releasing Terence's hand and quickly pulling the boy's t-shirt over his head in one swift movement and throwing it on the ground. Terence gasped and covered his genitals with his hands in a panic at being abruptly exposed, crouching over, looking desperately to the faces of the twins to see what might be his fate. Tommy laughed and stepped up behind his young charge and pulled his arms back, making him straighten up and exposing his little package, a shrivelled penis over a tightly tucked scrotum. "Now that's no way to greet yer new friends, is it, Terry-babe? Look, fellas, he's just about the same size you two was when I first caught you under here, playing with each others' dicks." The two boys approached Terence, who was still struggling and writhing in Tommy's grip. Nathan lightly ran the back of his hand down Terence's bare chest, all the way to his thigh, while Neil toyed with the naked boy's left nipple. "He's sure a cutie, Tommy," Nathan remarked, still caressing Terence's bare body to calm the smaller boy. "Nearly as cute as Neil was when you first fucked him." Terence watched in an awed silence as the twins popped the stud buttons of their jeans and pulled their zippers down, letting their thin erections spring forth. "No undies, huh?" Tommy leered. "Just like you told us, Tommy," Nathan replied. "I'm glad we did, now that we see how delicious your new friend is. Come here, sweetie" the twin urged as he took Terence's hand and led him further under the dimly lit lee of the bridge. Nathan lay down on the sloping ground, his jeans gaping open, resting on his elbows, his thin erection standing up from his bald groin. "He knows how to suck, right Tommy?" Nathan asked. Tommy laughed, a short barking sound. "Better than you, the first few times you blew me, faggot." As if in a trance, Terence allowed his head to be guided by Nathan's gentle hand until his lips were close to the boy's pink glans. He sank to his knees, opened his mouth and settled it over the twin's cock, and began to lick and suck, making Nathan sigh with delight. "He fucks, too, right Tommy?" Neil asked as he edged in behind the kneeling Terence, nudging the smaller boy's knees apart with his hand and getting in position to fuck him from behind. "Sure he does! I broke him in yesterday, and gave him another one this morning. His hole is so tight I bet my jizz is still up there, swimming around. Go easy with him, I promised his granny I'd look after him." Terence felt Neil's cool hand stroke his hip as a now-familiar sensation emanated from his pucker, that of a stiff penis attempting to gain entry. "He's tight, real tight," Neil remarked as he used his free hand to guide his thin but stiff penis through Terence's anal rosebud. "You were too, the first time I screwed you, faggot. Just get on with it, I ain't got all day," Tommy observed. Since he was busy servicing Nathan's penis with his mouth, Terence did not notice that Tommy had pulled his mobile phone from his pocket and was now filming the twins skewer the younger boy from both ends. Neil had succeeded in penetrating Terence's asshole, and had begun pumping his skinny four-inch tool in and out of Terence's bum. "Ooh, he's nice, Tommy," Neil moaned as he fucked Terence's bottom. While both of his orifices were being invaded, Terence's mind was abe to distance itself somewhat from his body, and make a few salient observations: one, Nathan's dick actually tasted and felt rather nice; two, Neil's dick was nowhere near as large as Tommy's, and the sensations it gave his rear end were almost pleasant; and finally, it occurred to Terence that since he was almost enjoying being violated, he may well be homosexual - that would at least explain his subservient behaviour, both with Tommy and now with the twins. Nathan broke Terence's train of thought by moaning as he reached his climax. Terence noted, as he savoured Nathan's emission on his tongue, that his ejaculation lacked the volume and tanginess of Tommy's, and that on the whole, Terence preferred it, which reinforced his preliminary conclusion about his own possible sexual orientation. Perhaps Tommy actually did him a favour by raping him yesterday, the boy considered. These two days had certainly been a journey of personal discovery, that much was certain, and Terence made himself a personal vow that he would be less afraid in future, and more willing to experience all the richness that life had to offer. "Okay, you faggots, time's up. Terry and me got stuff to do!" Tommy ordered, still filming as Neil shuddered through a jerky orgasm in Terence's bum. The twin pulled out of Terence's hole, sighing deeply. "You're a great fuck, Terry! Can I give you my number?" Neil gushed as he wiped off his still-stiff dick, caressing Terence's bare rump with his free hand. "I already got it, fag - I'll give it to him later. Come on, Terry-babe," Tommy ordered his young friend, "we gotta go". He grabbed Terence's hand and started to drag him out from under the bridge, but Terence pulled back, a pleading look on his face. "Uh, Tommy - my shirt?" he whimpered. Tommy smacked his own forehead and chuckled. "Of course, babe, what was I thinking? I guess I got so used to seeing you in the raw I thought it musta been yer natural state. C'mere," the teen beckoned gently, "Lemme put it back on for ya." With that, Tommy slipped the boy's shirt over his head, Terence obliging by raising his arms. "There we go - all set!" The two boys set off into the sunshine, leaving the twins to dress and go about their business. As they walked, Terence enjoyed an unfamiliar feeling of liberation - he no longer cared that he had no idea where they were going. His experience of being spit-roasted (not that he had ever heard such an expression) had opened his mind to a whole new world of sexual feelings and sensations, the like of which he was ignorant of or had denied up until this weekend. Terence was by no means a stupid boy - as Tommy kept reminding him, he was very intelligent. He had read about the Stockholm Syndrome, and knew there was a risk that hostages sometimes get emotionally attached to their captors, but he was sure this wasn't like that at all - he felt a genuine gratitude to Tommy for revealing to him a whole new world, even if he did it in a barbaric way. Terence turned these thoughts over in his mind as they walked along. "You ain't asked where we're goin', babe; that ain't like you", Tommy remarked as the pair strolled along one of the many paths that crossed the large park. Terence actually smiled. "No, Tommy, you're correct! It isn't like me at all! That's what I'm happy about! I think I've enjoyed a catharsis this morning, a metamorphosis even! I think I'm ready to evaluate each of life's new challenges on its merits, rather than prejudge it under my old milieu!" Tommy barked his short laugh. "Ha! That's more like you! Big words! Come over here, we'll have a rest under this tree, in the shade." He guided the lightly-clad boy to a grassy patch under a spreading oak, where the two lay down. The tree provided the unlikely duo with a modicum of seclusion "You're startin' to get under my skin, Terry-babe," Tommy began, as he turned on his side and contemplated the young boy at his side. "When I first saw you in school a few days back, I picked you for a nerd. And you are a nerd, let's face it. You use big words, you dress stupid, and you hide behind your granny's skirts. When I had the chance to fuck you, I took it. I thought, what the hell, you'll never have the courage to rat me out. But I kinda liked bein' with you, not just for the sex, which was good, but because deep down I think you're a good kid." "This morning, I took a video of you getting fucked by those two fags. I been screwing them for a while now, and they're kinda growin' up a bit. I sent the video to this old pervert I know. He pays me twenty bucks every time I send him a boy-sex movie. He texted me back, saying he wanted me to bring you to his house today so he could rape you. He's got this thing about raping immature little boys like you. But I thought about it while I watched you getting it on with the twins, and I decided he could fuck off and die for all I care. Because I think I care about you, babe, I really do. I don't think I wanna share you with him." Terence lay in the shade next to Tommy, listening with rapt attention to the heartfelt speech the teen was making. Nobody could accuse Tommy of being good-looking, Terence thought, yet there was something attractive about him, that went beyond his muscular body and his raw teen sexuality. Terence put out his hand, gingerly at first but then more confidently, touching Tommy's thigh. Terence watched his hand as if it had a mind of its own, like 'Thing' on that cheesy old TV show. The hand slowly stroked up Tommy's denim-clad leg until it reached his crotch. Terence could feel the heat coming off the bulge in Tommy's jeans as his slender fingers gently clutched Tommy's package. "Let's go home, Tommy," Terence murmured. "I think I would like to enjoy fellatio with you". The two boys clambered to their feet as they made to depart. Tommy eyed the boy suspiciously. "Huh?" he grunted. "You ain't takin' me to some opera or nothin', are ya?", he warned, squeezing the smaller boy around the shoulders, pulling him closer to his body as they walked along. Terence laughed aloud, a high-pitch tinkling sound. "Ha, ha, no, Tommy, I want to suck you again. Then, maybe...we might..." "I read ya, babe," Tommy laughed as he dropped his hand down to the back hem of Terence's t-shirt, then raised it upwards to grab the boy's bare buttcheeks. "Loud and clear!" end