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Tommy and I - 3
by Lee Baker (bakerlee48@gmail.com)
***
Tommy and I share new experiences... (Mb, ped, pre,
anal, rom)
***
Chapter 3
From our cabin here on the hill, I can here the sea, a
faint but constant roar as the waves roll out onto the
beach. Otherwise all is still. Tommy is lying across me,
his head on my chest. We're lying in post-coital bliss,
savoring the moment. I run my hand down his back, over
his firm little but, enjoying the satin texture of his
preteen skin.
I'm half asleep; then I jerk awake.
"Tommy, Annie was here" I say, "I think she saw us."
He sits up quickly, looking around.
"Where?" He doesn't look too concerned.
"Shit dude, she was there, other side of the pool."
"You think she saw... everything?"
"I don't know, I didn't see her until... uh, afterward,"
I say.
We're both quiet for a while.
"I'm sticky," he says, running his hand through his
hair. Then he jumps up and dives into the pool, his pale
butt stark against the brown of the rest of his body.
I dive in as well, surfacing next to him.
"Aren't you worried?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "No."
"Why not? What if she tells them... your parents?"
"She won't."
"How do you know that?"
"Cos she promised me she won't."
"She did? Did you guys talk about what... uh, happened
yesterday?"
He nods.
I stare at him. "Tommy, what exactly did you talk
about?"
He's looking down, ducking his head in that familiar,
shy way. "She asked me what we were doing, she knew
something had happened."
"How could she? She only arrived after... when we had
finished."
I'm stumbling over my words, not sure how to refer to
the incident.
"Well, actually, I sorta... told her."
"You... sorta told her!" I mimic, looking at him in
amazement.
"It's OK, Ben" he says, "We talk about... things."
I look at him quizzically. "What kind of things?"
He shrugs, looks down at the water in that, by now,
familiar shy way. "Um...you know... sex and things."
"Yeah?" I chuckle. "Sex and things? What kind of
'things'?"
"You won't tell anyone?" He looks at me, a worried frown
creasing his brow.
I gape at him, a parody of amazement. "Me tell anyone?
You crazy? After what we've been doing? Tommy, listen,"
I say, suddenly serious. "If anyone finds out, I could
get into a whole lotta trouble! You're a minor; I'm an
adult, according to the law anyway."
"I won't tell!" He exclaims crossly, bulging his cheeks
like a small child.
"But you told Annie!"
"Yeah, but that's different. I told you, we talk,
we...have secrets."
This is interesting. Very interesting... Understanding
is slowly dawning.
"Ooookay?!" I say, drawing out the word, prompting him
to continue.
"Um... we've shown each other our... bodies, and we've
touched, you know..." He points down.
I smile broadly and punch him lightly on the shoulder.
"You little devil! Not so innocent as you pretend to be,
hey?"
He's grinning broadly, swinging his arms, skipping his
hands over the surface of the water.
I want to know more. In fact, I want to know everything.
"Just touched?"
"Yes, really, just touched" he assures me.
"So, how often has that happened?"
He thinks, holds up two fingers. "Only twice."
"OK, when was that?"
He shrugs. "Last month, on my birthday. And last week,
on hers."
I laugh. "Like birthday presents?"
"Yeah!" he grins.
"So? Tell me" I prompt. "How did it come about?"
"Well, she saw me once, in my bedroom, um..." he's
laughing; "you know... jerking off," he splutters as he
says it.
"Oh dude, embarrassing!"
"Yeah, she asked me what I was doing. I told her, it's
what boys do when they get horny".
He's more confident now, speaking animatedly.
"Then, when my Dad and them weren't at home, she asked
me to show her".
"Show her? What, just your dick or how you jerk off?"
"Both"
"And you did?" I query.
"Yeah, it was cool! I was shy at first, but then..."
he's laughing, "Way cool!"
"And then?" I can feel myself stiffening.
"Then I asked her to show me hers."
"And so she did?"
"Yep."
"Yeah, and?" It's like pulling teeth.
"Well, she's got a pussy!" He's laughing, positively
hosing himself.
I grab him by the shoulders and dunk him, holding him
under for a few moments. He comes up, still laughing.
"You touched her?" I'm dying for more details.
He pumps water in his fist, squirting small fountains.
"She let me put my finger in her, but not far." He holds
up his middle finger, pointing to the first knuckle. "It
felt warm, and a bit wet."
"You-got-a-boner-again." He sing-songs it and lunges
away as I make a grab at him. I catch him by the foot,
reeling him in like a fish on a hook. I hold him around
the waist and tickle him until his gasping for breath,
his laughter echoing around the pool and cabin. Then I
slip my hand between his legs; cup his dick and balls in
my hand. Immediately, he becomes still, and I gently
squeeze and pull at his stiffening little cock.
I embrace him from behind, wedging my erection into the
crack of his butt, while I masturbate him. He wriggles
his butt against me, pushing himself against me as hard
as he can. When I push him away slightly and slip my
cock between his legs, he squeezes me with his thighs. I
reach around his waist and grip both our dicks in one
hand, squeezing them together as I pump.
I do that for a while, then he looks at me over his
shoulder.
"Ben, I want to do what you did to me," he says.
I know what he means.
"Not here. Let's go inside."
We dry off and he follows me inside. I lock the door
behind us. I want no interruptions.
My heart is thumping in anticipation. I want to prolong
this moment in time. It's so new, this unexpected,
unfamiliar lust for a young boy's body. But it's not
only his body, it's him, it's Tommy himself too. I love
the little guy. He's sweet, so innocent and... yes,
trusting. Am I abusing that trust? That innocence?
Yes I am, but I can't stop myself. There's no way I'm
going to stop this avalanche of love, lust, passion,
decadent indulgence, call it what you like. And though
it's strange to me, I don't question or try to analyze
it. It doesn't feel wrong, somehow.
"Let's have a shower first." I'm following my instincts,
going with the flow.
He follows me into the shower. I fiddle with the taps,
getting the temperature right, then I draw him to me and
we stand like that, letting the water gush over us. My
cock bumps against his stomach, and he grips it with
both hands, pumping it gently as we both watch. I let
him masturbate me, while I squirt some shampoo into my
hand and start washing his thick mop of hair.
I swing the shower head aside so that the stream misses
us. I work up a thick lather of shampoo, then I start
coating him with it.
His skin is so soft, I revel in the touch of it under my
hands as I kneed his shoulders, his back and chest. I
pinch his little nipples, first the one, then the other.
He giggles, but I can see he likes it. I kneel and soap
his stomach and hips, then his firm butt; squeezing the
satiny flesh. I run my fingers down his crack, probing
deep, finding the puckered rose of his anus, which I
gently massage. He's breathing quickens as I probe with
my finger, slipping it inside to the first knuckle. His
eyes are wide as he grips my shoulders.
"You like it?"
He nods and pushes backwards against my hand, so that my
finger slips in further. Gently, I grasp his stiff cock,
stretching back the skin so that the little plum head
bulges out, the little hole at its tip weeping a small,
crystal clear teardrop. I withdraw my finger and he
gives a little whimper of disappointment, but I just
want better access.
From the front now, I reach up between his legs and slip
my soap coated finger back up into him. Above me, he's
moaning in unison with the pumping of my finger, jerking
his little hips backward and forward. My finger still
inside him, I reach for a sponge and wipe the soap from
his dick.
Then, almost reverently, I take him in my mouth, sucking
him in deeply, so that his entire shaft is inside my
mouth. He is so small, it fits easily. In fact, when I
open my mouth wide, I am able to take in his balls as
well, and I suckle him like that as I fuck him with my
finger.
Tommy is panting and moaning with pleasure, bucking his
hips against my face as he grips my head in his hands.
His little cock is rock hard in my mouth, and I probe
his shaft with my tongue, committing each ridge and
valley to memory. Finally, his legs just give away and
he collapses onto the floor, totally spent.
I am so lost in my own pleasure that I forget the fact
that he has no semen yet to evidence his cumming; and he
tells me later that he had multiple orgasms, at least
five or six, he claims.
Then it's his turn to soap me, and I yield to his soft
hands as he rubs and kneads me all over. Finally, we
rinse ourselves and dry off.
"Let's go to my room," I say.
In my bedroom I let him sit on the side of my bed.
"OK. Look, the secret is you don't use your teeth. Just
use your tongue and lips, like I did."
He doesn't waste time, just leans forward and takes my
dick into his mouth. The feeling is incredible, the
warmth and wetness of his mouth on my straining cock is
almost too much to bear. I pull back, not wanting to cum
so soon.
"Tommy!" I gasp, "take it slowly!"
I show him how to lick the sensitive ridge underneath
the tip, how to pull and squeeze and suck, alternating
soft and rough.
He learns quickly, having experienced it himself. He's
not shy now, seeing the incredible pleasure he is giving
me.
I grip his head in my hands, pumping hard now, but
making sure I don't hurt him or go too deep.
My orgasm is building; it's rushing at me like a freight
train.
"I'm close Tom," I grunt. He doesn't slow down, just
continues to pump and suck with gusto.
Then I explode into his mouth, he's trying to swallow
but it overflows, down over his chin, dripping onto his
chest and thighs. He continues to pump me with both
hands as he licks away every drop, his eyes fixed on
mine, drinking in my pleasure.
I collapse onto the bed next to him. "Dude, that was
incredible!"
He licks the cum off his fingers, smacks his lips. "Not
bad!" he says, "Not bad at all!"
To be continued?