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Long before Brad and his son came into the picture, Tommy lived across the street and was my son's inseparable best friend...
The following story is a sequel to "Of Men and Boys I & II". You may want to read those stories first.
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Long before Chad met and made friends with Bruce, his best friend and running buddy was Tommy. Even after Chad and Bruce became friends, Tommy remained his best friend. Tommy lived across the street from us. He and Chad met when my wife and I bought the house with the pool across the street from where Tommy and his parents lived. Chad was six years old then and just starting first grade. They were the same age and became best friends within an hour of meeting each other.
Tommy was pretty much a fixture at our house, which was fine with my wife and me. Tommy's parents worked normal office hours, 8 AM to 5 PM, Monday through Friday. Whereas my wife had a job that required her to work Tuesday through Saturdays from 9 AM to 6 PM. Me, I taught shop class at the local junior high, so when school was in, I worked school days hours and got off around 3:30 PM, the same time Tommy and Chad got off from school. That allowed me to be home when Chad and Tommy got home from school and his folks could save money on afterschool child care. I didn't mind him running around and keeping Chad out of my hair.
Tommy's folks felt badly that Tommy spent so much time at our house, but Tommy also had two older sisters, who Chad and Tommy studiously avoided as much as possible. Nothing to do about that, as young boys and older sisters don't always mix very well. Even so, Chad had to spend time at Tommy's house too.
My wife and I made another standing arrangement with Tommy's parents. On Friday nights, Tommy spent the night at our house, giving Tommy's parents the opportunity to go out alone, provided they could find a babysitter for the girls or find them a sleepover date. When she was old enough, the oldest girl, who was five years senior to Tommy, was charged with looking after her younger sister. Then on Saturday nights, Chad spent the night at Tommy's, giving my wife and I the opportunity to go out to a nice restaurant or catch a concert at the local university. It worked out perfectly for everyone. Of course there were exceptions, as Tommy's folks went out of town for the weekend once a month or so to visit Tommy's grandmother.
Fast forward to Chad and Tommy at 10 years old and me walking in on them naked and jerking off together in Chad's bedroom. Tommy freaked and ran home. Chad thought life was over for them both, but I reassured my son that it was perfectly normal for boys their age to do that sort of thing, and no, I wasn't going to tell Chad's mother and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell Tommy's folks. In fact, to demonstrate that I was cool with it, I had Chad invite Tommy over for a backyard campout that night, despite the fact that it was Chad's turn to spend the night at Tommy's. As always, Tommy's folks were more than happy to pawn Tommy off on me. I, of course, knew what might happen during that backyard campout... the same things I did with my friends at that age... suck each other's dick. And the morning after the campout, after little or no prying on my part, Chad quite openly admitted to me that they had done just that!
Like I said, Tommy was practically a fixture at our house. Nearly every day after school the two were at my house playing together until either Tommy's mom called for him to come home, or my wife got home from work. If my wife wasn't about, I let them be if they wanted to lock themselves up in Chad's bedroom afterschool. They made no effort to disguise what they were doing and Tommy, when coming from Chad's room and he made eye contact with me, would give me this sheepish grin, as if to say, "We've been bad and you know it." Then they would crank up the Nintendo game again and act like nothing had happened. Once the weather had warmed up, they began spending more time in the pool than in Chad's room.
About six months after Chad came right out and told me that he and Tommy orally pleasured each other, he tells me that another friend of his, Bruce, sucked his own dad's dick. This was just days after Chad had gone on a campout with Bruce and his dad, Brad, who I played golf with just about every Sunday.
I was skeptical and asked him how he knew that. He replied, "I saw him do it, Dad."
"You saw him do that?"
"Yeah. We were in the camper."
I also learned that Chad and Bruce sucked each other while my golfing buddy, Brad, watched! But most shocking to me was when he told me that he had also sucked Bruce's dad... several times. I sure as hell didn't expect that! Was I outraged? Not particularly. I concluded that Chad was just jerking my chain to see what kind of response he got out of me.
I took Chad fishing the following weekend. Coming home we I had that encounter with the guy with the donkey dick at the rest stop. It was obvious to me and to the guy that Chad was fascinated by the size of the guy's cock. When the guy invited Chad to touch it, I let him. Next thing I know and I'm watching my son try to swallow the guy. He couldn't, but I ended up doing it. And when my son sucked my dick on the drive home after the rest stop escapade, well... there's just no taking a thing like that back. What was done was done. I know, I was a bad dad, but on the upside, Chad and grew very close.
So on a weekend when Tommy was going to Grandma's, I invited Brad and Bruce over on a Saturday for hotdogs and to go swimming. That quickly got out of control and I was invited to bugger Bruce and for the first time, watched Chad take an adult's cock up his ass. With ease I might add. Which brings us back to Tommy...
I had counseled both Chad and Tommy to keep private what's private, and not go telling any of their friends about it. Chad presumed that didn't apply to Tommy and told him everything about that skinny dipping/butt fucking party with Bruce and his dad. So after school that Monday, they went into Chad's room. Ten minutes later, they came charging out naked and jumped in the pool. I just about had a fit, but what could I do? Skinny dipping had been done just days before when Brad and Bruce came by. My wife wasn't home then and she wasn't home now. Chad had naturally assumed that I'd be okay if he and Tommy went nude in the pool. And I was... to a point.
Having quickly lost the battle of bathing suits, I tried to enforce a nudity-in-the-pool-only rule. They both agreed, only to violate the rule that very afternoon when they went inside, plopped down naked in the family room and began playing Nintendo. I fussed at them to put some clothes on in the house.
"Why?" I was asked. Good question. One which I didn't have a good answer for.
From then on, Chad and Tommy went about nude most days after school, swimming, playing Nintendo and doing whatever they did in Chad's bedroom. One day I had to see if what I presumed was happening was actually happening. It was. Tommy looked me in the eye and went down on Chad.
What the fuck? I whipped it out and beat off standing in the doorway watching Tommy eagerly fellate my son while he watched me out of the corner of his eye. In the days following that exhibition, I joined the boys skinny dipping and wandered about the house naked with them.
And I learned to live with the fear that Tommy or Bruce or Chad would blab about what went on at my house when my wife was away. When Tommy's dad or mom didn't show up enraged at the door with the police backing them up, I gradually made an uneasy peace with my fears. The boys weren't stupid, but they were still boys and boys sometimes let things slip. Happily that never occurred.
I also made a pledge to myself that l'd never touch Tommy. I kept that pledge until Tommy began touching me. He knew that Chad and I messed around because Chad had told him, and he wanted to play with my adult cock... I let him. He let me. Actually I think Chad put him up to it, but that's irrelevant.
I had gone skinny dipping with the boys one afternoon after school. I got out and was sitting on the edge of a chaise lounge. I noticed the boys whispering to one another. Then Tommy gets out of the water wearing that mischievous grin I found so endearing and comes and sits by me. He looked at my flaccid cock. Nothing unusual about that, he seemed to look at my cock quite a bit. He looked up at me and then looking back down, reached over and touched my dick. The first touch was very tenuous, like he was expecting me to tell him to knock it off. Of course I didn't. If he wanted to play with my dick, why would I stop him? So I let him. He became bolder once he knew that I wasn't going to stop him.
"Chad says that you can squirt white junk from your dick," he said after getting me nice and hard. "He says it's your sperm."
"If you keep touching me like that, I might do just that," I replied.
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Like this?" he asked as he began stroking me. Both he and Chad were experienced lizard whippers, even if they only had dry cums.
"Yeah," I said in a whisper. What he was doing felt really good, and what he lacked in technique, he made up for with enthusiasm. After a few minutes I gave him what he wanted to see, namely me ejaculating. Having never seen a true ejaculation before, he was awed.
"Cool!" he exclaimed as I shot a big wad over his hand and onto the pool deck. "Wow!" he added as the second shot gained air. After that it pretty much just gushed or dribbled onto his stroking hand.
He was sitting there studying my grey-white emission when Chad tells him, "You're supposed to lick it."
Tommy looked at him with a "no way" expression. To Tommy's shock, Chad pulled his hand up and licked it.
"Go on, Tommy. It tastes good," my son urged his best friend and smacking his lips. Well, you know what they say about peer pressure... Tommy's expression wasn't exactly one of "yummy!"
If you know anything about guy-sex then you know that if you want more of what you just got, you have to give as well as receive. The old quid pro quo. Applies to boys too.
As I began playing with Tommy's preteen cock, he lay back on the chaise and let me do whatever I wanted. What I wanted was for him to blow me, but I took it slow and after I had felt him up good, just returned the favor of beating him off. After that his dick was my play toy, just as my dick was his play toy. He didn't make it home that day before I stuffed his mouth with my cock for the first time. Actually I was rather passive about it; he did the stuffing.
I was inside sitting naked in my club chair, minding my own business when he came up to me a knelt between open knees. One moment he's just playing with my dick and the next he's going down on me without any undue encouragement on my part. Fuck, was this great or what? Blowjobs from Tommy soon became as common as blowjobs from my own son; and me, I had two preteen dicks to orally pleasure at my leisure nearly anytime I wanted.
Tommy quickly proved to be especially orally oriented. He seemed to always want his lips on something or something in his mouth. Not necessarily my dick, though that was in his mouth quite often, but nipples, butt cheeks or my toes, especially my big toe. If you've ever had someone give you a sloppy toe job, you'll know how erotic that can be. Two toe jobs, one on each foot makes a nice prelude to main event, a protracted languid blowjob. Even after I'd cum in his mouth, he'd mouth my soft cock until I pushed him away. And ball licking... he seemed to enjoy kissing, licking and mouthing my nuts all over. Often he'd get after the under sack and further down on my taint. I'd have to adjust my legs to give him access, but if I did he'd lick my asshole. Unbelievable.
I remember one afternoon I was tired of him messing around with my dick, so I rolled over on the sofa. He didn't take the hint and instead began playing with my ass, feeling around and poking his finger in me. He peeled apart my buttocks and for a long time just looked at my asshole. I thought he might rim me right then and there, but the only time he licked my anus was when he came at it from the front. I suppose having a good view of it buried in all that ass hair wasn't particularly appealing to him.
I should mention here that it wasn't all bare-ass-in-the-pool all the time. Tommy had two older sisters, budding youths as it were. Like their mother, they weren't great beauties, but they weren't dogs either. Look past the acne plagued faces and there were some very nice full tits developing, as well as a couple of nice shapely asses. I made sure and invited them over to go swimming with the boys, but only when my wife was around. No way did I want to be alone with either of those two! For even though Chad and Tommy tended to ignore them, I found it hard to do that, as I have a weakness for a nice pair of tits, and these girls had nice tits. Put a paper bag over their heads and you'd have a pair of tens! It didn't help that Mama sent them across the street in two piece bathing suits. Not string bikinis, but not flour sacks either. Even if the boys ignored them, I had fun playing with those girls in the pool, where the occasional stray-placed hand wasn't automatically considered a threat. Did I mention they had nice asses? Nice tits? Stray hands? Nothing too obvious mind you.
Still the most fun was when it was just me and the boys, and I include Bruce and his father in that group. The first swim party that included Bruce and his dad, Chad and Bruce encouraged Tommy to blow Mr. Brad. He did. I'm surprised Brad didn't sodomize him that afternon, but that didn't happen until several weeks later.
One Saturday afternoon after Bruce and his dad had left, Tommy and Chad were inside naked playing race cars on the Nintendo. The game was particularly intense that day. Little did I know that the boys had placed a wager on it. Loser got cornholed. Tommy lost. One minute I'm sitting there half reading a book and watching their bare butts, then the next Tommy is on his hands and knees and Chad skewers him. I lost all interest in the book at that point! They played again. Chad lost and had to pay up. Then Tommy lost and he was sodomized for a second time. All this time I'm just an observer, essentially invisible them. An observer with a massive hard on.
Finally I spoke up. "Okay, guys! Next one to lose needs to come over here and take care of this hard dick for me." Tommy deliberately crashed within seconds of the start of the fourth race. After that afternoon, I would often see them openly engaged in anal play without the slightest hint of shame on either's part.
"Okay! Okay!" I said one day after school as Chad cornholed Tommy for the umpteenth time in my presence. How often they did that when I wasn't around was anyone's guess.
"Bring the KY with you, Tommy." I chose Tommy because I wouldn't do that with my own son.
"Slather it up good, boy," I told him. He did just that. I then had him climb into my lap facing me.
"Put it in," I told him. He reached under himself, grasped my steely prong, directed it to his bung hole and began impaling himself on it. I was a lot bigger than Chad, so he had to work at it. It took a while, but he eventually had all of me that I had. Glory be! I now had my very own butt boy! A butt boy who was available to me for the taking nearly every day. I shared him with Brad at the first opportunity.
Aside from the worry that Tommy would one day say something to someone and that someone said something to someone else and it got back to his parents, I also had the worry about Tommy lacking any tan lines. By midsummer, both boys were golden brown all over. What if his mother noticed? What if his father noticed? That would be hard to explain. I told the boys that they were too old to be running about at Tommy's on Saturday nights in just their BVDs. And I explained why. I guess they listened, because the lack of tan lines was never mentioned to either me nor to my wife.
For several years, until his father received a transfer and they moved, I had access to a very willing Tommy. When they moved, I missed him almost as much as Chad did. But life goes on and Tommy was soon forgotten. Not totally, because I had several photo albums secreted away with black and white photos of him, Chad and/or Bruce naked and/or engaged sexually with each other, or with Brad or me from the neck down having our dicks sucked or up the ass of one of them. They were the kind of photos that get you sent to prison. For years I had a darkroom setup down in the basement and for several years I had been taking photos of my shop students' creations and photos of other things of interest to me. During these years Tommy was a very willing and eager subject of my photography. Very photogenic too.
In "Of Men and Boys IV" - Divorced, Jack is forced to sell his house and moves into a condo...
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