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Tommy.  A Story about a Young Boy


The air of the cool morning was crisp and fresh.  The low Sun cast long
shadows of trees and branches across the street and the lawns of the
modest neighborhood.  The sky was dark blue, cloudless.  A clump of
lilac in the vacant lot between Tommy's  house and the Reiley's shouted
forth its beauty and caught the boy's nostrils all of a sudden, bringing
a slight smile to his pretty face.

Tommy was on a sad quest.  The day before he had found a dog and brought
it home, much to his mother's displeasure.  He wanted to keep the dog,
now that Tippy had died, and his mother relented.  It was a little,
mixed- breed mutt, a bitch that yapped and jumped about so delightfully
as Tommy played with it in his back yard.  He stood on the sidewalk that
morning, in front of the vacant lot, calling for the dog,  which he had
dubbed Toby, a name that he liked, even though it was inappropriate for
a female dog.

"Tobeee,  Tobeee," he yelled, but not too loudly, because he knew that
people were still asleep.  It was a Saturday.  The dog was gone.  She
was probably miles away, Tommy decided, sniffing garbage, shit and God
knows what.  It was sad for the boy, but not a tragedy, because he and
the dog, although they had played joyfully together, had not yet bonded.

* * *

Tommy was twelve years old.  He was still innocent, but he knew a lot of
naughty things, boy things that he could not tell to his mother or to
his pal, Sara.
For example, Ricky Johnston, who was a little older than the other boys
in the sixth grade, had jerked off in the shower room in front of Tommy
and some other kids and shot his stuff clear across to the opposite
wall.  Ricky nagged the other guys to try it, but only Jaimie did, and
nothing happened.  Jamie was then very embarrassed and urged the others
to give him some more time, but everyone had to leave for their next
class.

The young boy looked about, after giving up his attempt to find Toby,
and he became very conscious of that morning's still beauty.  He
breathed deeply the fresh air, which was not at all moist, and he looked
forward to a splended Saturday, his favorite time of the week.  He
walked across the street to Sara's house and rapped lightly on the
window of her first floor bedroom.  Tommy waited patiently and was soon
rewarded by the appearance of her pretty, young face, always perky, even
early in the morning.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," he responded to his pal. "Do you want to go up to the sand hills?"

"OK, but I have to get something to eat first."

"OK, I'll meet you in front of my house later."

(This is an example of the usual banality of their verbal interactions. 
What else can one expect from kids their age?  I shall spare the reader
and employ dialogue infrequently.)

Tommy recrossed the street, along which only a few cars were parked.  He
went to his house and sat on the front steps.  With his feet on the step
below, his knees rose up and his shorts pulled tight, displaying his
upper thighs almost to his crotch.  He did not know that he had lovely
legs, limbs that some men ogled surreptitiously, wondering at their
smooth sleekness and hairless sheen.  His arms were just as beautiful. 
He was a blonde boy with curly hair and the face of a pretty, Nordic
child.

As he waited for his best friend, Sara, to come over to him, he thought
about her.  She was a few months younger than he, not yet twelve years
old, but she was just a tad taller, and over the Winter she had grown
titties, small ones, which poked at her t-shirt.  He wondered about her
titties.  He had tried to touch them once, but Sara socked him in the
chest and sent him sprawling onto the ground.  He wondered about Sara,
who could run faster than he, who dared to climb trees higher than any
boy, and who was a wicked pitcher at softball.  She seemed to be more
grown up than he, and she frequently treated him like a younger brother.

Tommy knew her face.  He could not remember a time in the past when he
had not known it.  He took her prettiness for granted, not realizing
just how incredibly beautiful the girl was.  If some men stole looks at
Tommy, both men and woman ogled Sara, the paleness of whose lovely face
was accentuated by her lustrous, raven black hair, which was usually
dressed in braids.  She was five feet tall, and she always stood proudly
and confident, unafraid of the world, which she was determined to
conquer.  Her limbs, still so young, were well formed, soft looking and
alluring.  We cannot avoid the observation that the eleven year old girl
was extremely sexy, although Tommy would become aware of that only
later, during the Summer, when his hormones began their inexorable rush,
tormenting him; when he masturbated for the first time and lost his
innocence.

* * *

The two of them ventured up the railroad track toward the hills of sand
at the concrete company a mile north of their houses.  Sara walked along
a rail without teetering, while Tommy strode to step on each tie.  They
hurried past an old outhouse that still reeked of shit.  Construction
companies and factories lined the track, a spur line along which traffic
was so infrequent that children stood and watched the trains, when they
did appear.

Once they reached the two sand piles, each of them perhaps thirty feet
in height, the two children looked carefully about, and, not spotting
anyone, scampered up  the sand, using both hands and feet to climb to
the top.  They were delighted at their feat, which was so innocent, yet
so naughty to them; they had been chased away many times in the past by
burly adult men.  They lay atop the sand, their heads near to each
other, but their bodies angling away.  The eleven o'clock Sun burned
down on them.

They climbed the other pile of sand and froliced at its top, until a man
came out of a small wooden building and yelled at them.  They then
tumbled down the sand hill, rolling to its base and hurried off toward
the rail line, giggling as they ran.  When they were safely away, they
stopped and looked into each other's face, without self consciousness,
knowing each other intimately, and they snickered at their victory over
the adult world.  Tommy took hold of Sara's hand, the one closest to
him;  he did not know why.  Sara shook him off, also not understanding
fully.

The two of them retreated back down the track, and half way home they
left the rails and turned into a vast acreage, much of which was a dry
dump.  There were heaps and mounds of trash, an unusual amount of which
seemed to be bathroom tile.  Their destination was certain: a copse of
willow trees two hundred yards in front of them.  The limbs of the trees
fell to the ground, providing a private space inside, where the air was
more dense and the dust tickled one's nostrils.  They had played there
often, pretending it to be the headquarters of buccaneers, highway men
and mission control.  

They approached the copse of willow trees, which seemed  to have taken
on the desolaltion and squalor of its surroundings.  When they came up
to the first tree, they heard a sound, a human sound.  They loooked at
each other, unsure of what they should do.  So, they did what any normal
twelve year olds would do; they tip-toed forward and peered through the
branches.

Sara drew in her breath quietly at the scene that they beheld.  Two
older kids were lying naked on a blanket, a girl and a boy, the girl on
top.  They had their heads between each other's legs.  The boy had his
face in the girl's pubic hair and he was obviously licking on her.  The
girl, moaning, had the boy's cock in her mouth and was moving her head
up and down on it.  Tommy was fascinated watching that cock go in and
out of the girl's mouth.  He sprouted a stiffie, the first of the day. 
The girl's moaning increased.  It was a brief, repeated sound, starting
low in register and then rising higher.  It grew in tempo and loudness. 
Sara grabbed Tommy's hand tightly.  He looked down and saw that the
fingers of her other hand were scratching at her groin.  She was
breathing irregularly.  Tommy turned his attention back to the older
kids having sex, when the girl pulled her head up from the guy's cock,
arched her back and cried aloud as though she were in some horrible
pain.  It lasted for just a few seconds.  Sara was panting, and Tommy
could feel her rubbing herself quickly as she grasped his hand.  Then
the girl quieted somewhat and returned her head back to the guy's cock
and sucked it into her mouth.  Sara then made a noise like a small
animal in distress, alerting the girl, who turned her and stared at the
two voyeurs.  Her scream was frightening.  It was so angry and loud. 
Tommy pulled on Sara and they ran down the dirt track as fast as they
could, Sara outdistancing the boy.  They heard  an outraged male voice
shouting behind them, but they dared not not turn to look back until his
yelling ceased.  Then they stopped and caught breath breath.  No one was
pursuing them.

They walked on towards their homes.  Tommy was embarrassed to have
witnessed that scene with Sara.  She appeared flushed and was very
quiet.  The humor of it all then came to the boy and he chortled, but
Sara did not share his mirth.  She was very solemn.

"They won't make a baby that way," Tommy observed with a snicker.

She looked at him with an annoyed expression on her face.

"That was the whole purpose, stupid."


* * *

The month of June arrived and soon school let out for the year.  Summer
stretched before Tommy endlessly, as is only possible when one is twelve
years old.  He played with Sara, now full time.  They spent days digging
an earthen bunker and covering it with timbers, which they dragged from
the dump.  Once finished they hunkered down in it and wondered what to
do next. 

Tommy noticed a change in his friend's demeanor.  Sara began to spend a
lot of time just staring vacantly, thinking of something, perhaps, but
definitely leaving Tommy out of it.  He felt her slipping away from
him.  Then she went off to camp for four weeks, and Tommy had to endure
an entire month of boredom.  He became listless and wouldn't keep his
room tidy, about which his mother complained.  He would lay upon his bed
for hours and dream of Sara.  He would clutch his pillow and think of
kissing her, which he had never done, not even a peck.  He thought of
her titties, then larger than before, about how he wanted to feel them. 
He wanted to lick her bare arms and legs.  One day, as he dreamed of
Sara, he pulled down his shorts and played with his modest cock, pulling
on it, feeling excitement. He dreamed of Sara's pretty face.  He dreamed
of licking it, kissing it all over.  He dreamed of sucking and licking
on her naked body, her soft flesh.  He pulled on his cock and dreamed
these things until he was surprised by his first orgasm.

In the middle of July Sara returned from camp, her skin lightly tanned,
although her face was still a bit pale.  She was exuberant for some
reason, and she did not communicate clearly with her friend from across
the street.  Then Tommy was faced with the enormity of his failure and
his loss, when he saw Sara walk down the street hand in hand  with a
fourteen year old boy, who was as pretty as she.  They were headed for
Warren Avenue, where there were shops, restaurants and a movie theater. 
He looked at her and his throat ached.  He felt as small as a bug.

The next day, early in the morning, he went over to Sara's house and
tapped on her window.  He had a serious purpose.  He wanted to tell her
that he loved her.  After a while he tapped again, but she did not come
to the window.  For the rest of the day, until dusk, Tommy sat on his
front porch and waited for Sara, but she did not appear. He wanted her
to love him the way he loved her.  He wanted her to know his feelings. 
When it became dark, Tommy's mother called him inside, wondering about
the boy.  He did not sleep well that night, often getting out of bed and
looking out the window at Sara's house, which remained dark.

The next day, after sitting on his steps for hours, he finally saw Sara
come out of  her house.  He ran over and demanded to know where she had
been, perhaps too  forcefully.  She did not look him straight in the
face, but told him that she and her parents had visited her aunt the
previous day.  Tommy knew that something remained unsaid, because the
girl shuffled her feet and would not look at him.  He had practiced a
speach in which he would tell her that he loved her, but he could not
get a single word out.  They parted awkwardly and Sara went back into
her house.  Later that day Tommy saw her and the fourteen year old boy
walking hand in hand down the street toward Warren Avenue.  He wanted to
kill himself.

For the next week Tommy was in extreme misery.  His mother worried about
him, but he would tell her nothing.  Then Sara came to his house,
looking shabby.  She had been crying.  She went with Tommy up to his
room, where they sat together on the bed.  He wanted to touch her, to
kiss her, but she looked so dispondent.  Sara leaned against him and he
was excited by her touch.  Then she told him, choking the words out
between sobs, that she had "given herself" to Calvin Riges, who was
trying to make the Guiness record of taking the most virgins, that he
kept score on his bedroom wall with pencil strokes, that she was number
thirteen.  Tommy was deflated by the news.  He had come to think of Sara
as his girl, that the two of them would experience sex with each other
for the first time.  He was seething inside, but he said nothing.  Sara
let him put his arm around her, but she didn't cuddle, as he would have
liked.

Sara then took up with another boy, a sixteen year old, a high school
football player as large as an adult.  Tommy was outraged.  He avoided
seeing Sara and would shun her, when they met by accident.   The girl
looked at him with pain in her face, once opening her mouth to say
something, but then leaving whatever it was unsaid. 

After a few weeks Sara again came to Tommy's house to confess  tearfully
that she had been dumped by her lover.  It seems that she was just too
forceful and independent.  The boy wanted her meek and giggly.  The
stupid lout did not realize the exquisite beauty of the twelve year old
girl, whom he had repeatedly humped without foreplay.

As Sara and Tommy sat together on the couch he asked her why she had let
those two guys have their way with her.  She was suddenly very defensive
and a bit irked at his question.  Then she looked into his face  and
said, in a low voice, almost a shisper, which Tommy strained to hear,
that she had wanted to learn about sex, and that when the first boy hit
on her, she offered him no resistance.  Sara continued, and told Tommy
more about her first affair than he really wanted to know.
 
She said that she had found the boy, Calvin, to be especially pretty,
and that she was flattered that he would pay any attention to her.  He
had taken her to his basement, when his parents and brother were away. 
She let him undress her  and touch her all over.  Then he got
undressed.  Sara informed Tommy that Calvin had a large penis with a lot
of hair around it.  She lay naked on the basement couch, she continued,
and the boy got on top of her, shoving himself inside of her, hurting
her awfully.  She had bled, she later learned, staining the old couch. 
She had not enjoyed it at all that first time, nor did she feel
pleasure, when they "did it" for the next several days.  Then it began
to feel better, although Calvin was always too rough, and she had never
felt the "big" pleasure with him.  She had wanted to stay with him and
to be his girlfriend, to be his steady, but she saw that he was growing
tired of her.  He stopped seeing her and took up with another girl, a
seventh grader who had large breasts.  As for the other boy in her life,
Timmy McDermott, Sara confessed that she was the one who started it. 
She thought that he was so big and handsome, and that she was so lonely.

"Wait a minute!  I have always been here for you.  There was no reason
to feel lonely."

Tommy's voice quavered with anger.

Sara ran her hand through the boy's blonde hair.

"I have never thought about you like that," she whispered.

Sara's words visibly hurt the young boy, who seemed to be on the verge
of crying.

Sara, not knowing the pain that she was causing her friend, went on to
describe Timmy's penis, how much larger it was than Calvin's,  how he
was able to give her the "big" pleasure, how she loved the feel of his
muscled body pressed against her.

"Shut up!  I don't want to hear this shit!  You should have waited for
me!  I'm the only guy who really loves you."

Tommy then got up and left the parlor hurridly, going up the stairs to
his room.  Sara heard him slam the door shut, the loud sound telling her
that she was no longer welcome.  She bit her lip, realizing that he had
spoken the truth.  They had loved each other for so long that she had
taken it for granted.  Her eyes became moist and she cursed herself
bitterly for what she had done.  She lay upon the couch and sobbed
convulsively, fearing that she had lost Tommy.

* * *

Tommy's mother knew that something bad had occured between her son and
Sara, because the boy would not leave the house.  He just lounged about,
read mysteries and watched television.  She did not pry, however,
because she knew that the situation was delicate.

He was full of a furious anger at what Sara had done, yet he still loved
her.  He thought of her as he masturbated three and four times a day,
but he refused to go to her.

Sara's mother also realized that her daughter and the lovely Tommy had
had a serious spat.  She too did not bother her child with questions. 
For three days Sara scarcely left her bed.  She looked haggard and her
eyes were red from crying.

Sara was full of anger and shame at herself for having let those other
boys have her, while she had turned her back on the only guy who really
loved her and needed her.

About a week after Tommy's incensed outburst Sara went over to his house
and called him out.

"Tommeee," she cried out in her little girl voice, looking at the window
of his room on the second floor.  She saw his face, briefly, looking
out, but he did not come down to her.  After lunch Tommy heard Sara
calling to him again, "Tommee".  The sound was muffled slightly by the
distance and the walls of the house, but the intent of her voice was
clear: she wanted to make up.  The boy was ready for it.  He would
accept Sara no matter what the conditions.  He scooted downstairs,
rushed for the front door and then stopped, sliding on the rug.  He then
opened the front door and went onto the porch slowly, hoping that the
eagerness he felt was not apparent.  Sara came to the foot of the front
stairs as Tommy descended them.  She smiled shyly at him, demurely. 
Tommy was still angry at the girl, but he was also hopelessly in love
with her.

(Kids this age can be very annoying and outrageously stupid at times,
but their emotions can be as powerful as those of a mature adult.)

She had fucked a couple of dozen times, he reckoned, but she still
looked fresh and sweet, not like a whore, a word that had crossed his
lips many times over the past week.  Eventually he had become ashamed to
think of her like that.  All that she had done was experiment with sex,
and she hadn't chosen him to be her lab animal.  Then he would become
angry again for awhile.  His cock was small; he couldn't fist it, but
had to use just his fingers.  He had no hair down there.  He felt so
inadequate and thought that perhaps Sara did the right thing in her
experiments.  At the foot of the front stairs he just stood and looked
at Sara in the face.  She was so close that he could smell her usual
aroma of Ivory soap and baby shampoo.  His head was full of jumbled
thoughts, some of them still bitter, some of them forgiving.

Sara had never looked at him like that before, so lovingly and gentle. 
His heart melted and he felt an ache in his throat.  When she took his
hand in hers and urged him to follow her, with her eyes and a soft tug,
all anger and bitterness flowed out of the boy.  He smiled at her, as he
had done for all his life, except for the past week.  They crossed the
street hand in hand, heading for Sara's house, and an observor would
have overheard happy, animated words and giggles.

* * *

They went through the front door of Sara's house, as they had done since
they were toddlers, but this time Tommy knew that they were not going to
play board games or cards.  Sara's mother was downtown shopping.  They
were alone in the house.  Sara shut the door behind them and looked
sweetly at her friend, and Tommy realized that the sacrcely experienced
Sara was soon to give him lessons.  This was something new in their life
long friendship.  It would not be rough housing, not playful wrestling. 
They wouldn't play tag.  Tommy could hardly believe the enormity of what
lay before them.  They still stood near the closed front door,  Sara
very close to the boy, their bodies lightly touching.  She would not
cease gazing into his face, and Tommy could not turn away his eyes. 
Sara put her arms around the boy's waist, exerting the slightest
pressure, not quite a hug, but she leaned on to him.  Tommy grasped her
tightly and emitted an emotional gasp, almost a sob of joy.  He held her
head with one hand and licked a pale cheek.  Then they kissed for the
first time, the more experienced girl teaching the virgin boy.  They
kissed for a long time as they fondled one another.   They had to stop,
to catch their breath at least.  Tommy held Sara's cheeks in his hands
as he gazed at her beauty, something that had always been there, but
which he really appreciated at that moment for the first time.  But best
of all for him was the expression of purest love that beamed from her
face.

Tommy didn't know exactly what they would do with each other that
afternoon.  He really didn't know what was possible, beyond the obvious,
which they could not do, because Sara could become pregnant.  They
clutched to each other as they went into Sara's bedroom.

It was an awkward moment for the two of them, standing beside the bed,
knowing that they would have to find a graceful way to become naked. 
Tommy nervously took the hem of Sara's t-shirt into his hands.  She
raised her arms and grinned encouragement at the boy.  He pulled it up
and off, and he beheld titties in the flesh for the first time.  Sara,
of course, didn't wear a bra, because she didn't need one.  Her breasts
were small and clung to her chest.  Her brown nipples stood forth,
excited, atop soft mounds of perfectly formed pale flesh, which Tommy
palmed with his two hands, looking into the girl's face and finding no
objection. The touch was electric for the boy.  Sara leaned her head
forward and kissed his lips as he fondled her titties. 

When Sara tugged at his t-shirt, Tommy raised his arms and she pulled it
off, revealing a lovely, boyish chest.  They stared into each other's
eyes as they undid their shorts and took them off, not smiling, but
extremely excited.  They then lay upon the bed clad just in their under
pants.  They rolled together, kissing and fondling each other.  There is
no inane dialogue to report.  They did all of this in complete silence,
communicating with just their eyes, their hands and their lips.  There
were, of course, sighs, groans and gasps, as they really got into it. 
Tommy set out to realize the day dreams that he had had of licking and
sucking on Sara's exquisite body.  It was marvelous for him to suck on
her titties, to slaver her tummy, to nibble on the soft flesh of her
thigh.  He took each of her ten toes into his mouth.  It became too much
for Sara, who desperately needed relief.

"Take off my panties," she grunted, and he did so quickly, revealing a
totally hairless groin.  Her bare vaginal lips were puffed up and
inviting.  She spread her netherlips with her fingers and pointed at her
clit.

"Lick on me there.  It will be so marvelous.  No one has done it to me
before.  You'll be the first."

At that particular moment of extreme sexual excitement,  Tommy would
have eaten her shit.  He went down on her.

"Not so rough!"

"Lick it gently."

"Yes, yes.  Just like that."

"Don't stop."

"Pleeeze!"

"DON'T  STOP!"

It took about ninety seconds of licking, during which the girl uttered
the above dialogue, along with many more oral sounds, for Tommy to bring
Sara to a crescendo of an orgasm.  She arched her back off the bed and
squeezed the boy's head in her clenched thighs as she shuddered and
squeeked loudly for several seconds.

Then she quieted somewhat, catching her breath.  Tommy was by then so
enflamed that he climbed atop her, unmindful of the consequences, and
desperately tried to penetrate the girl.  Sara, still a bit larger than
he, shook him off and clasped her thighs tightly together.  But she was
still sexually aroused and was eager to give her lover pleasure and
relief, if only with her mouth.

"I've never done this before, Tommy," she murmured as she licked down
his slender body.

"It will be the first time for me."  

Sara licked on the boy's engorged penis and then took it into her
mouth.  It was scarcely four inches long and not as thick as a pealed
banana.  She savored the taste and texture of his soft hardness, sucking
on him, and she was determined to go all the way.  Sara was quite
unprepared for his explosion.  He suddenly yelped and spewed his stuff
into her mouth, gagging her and causing her to cough violently.  She
almost vomited.

They had been on the bed, naked together, for less than thirty minutes,
during which time they had satisfied each other sexually.  For the next
thirty minutes they cuddled and kissed, getting aroused again.  Tommy
wanted to penetrate his lover, but she refused, because of the obvious
risk.  They kissed and fondled, becoming increasingly excited.

"You can put it into me...from behind...you know," Sara offered
uncertainly.

"I've never done that before," she continued, rolling onto her stomach.

Tommy was eager for it, but he knew that it would hurt the girl, a girl
he loved and didn't want to hurt.  He wanted to do it.  He was suddenly
desperate to do it, but he knew that he needed lubrication.  He jumped
off the bed and ran out of the room to the bathroom, where he up-ended
bottles and jars in his search.  He then found a tube of Vaseline and
opened it, slicking his hard cock as he rushed back to the bedroom,
where Sara lay, perplexed by his actions.  Tommy got onto the bed and
looked expectantly at the pale, perky butt of the girl.  Her legs were
spread in invitation, lovely legs, legs which he had explored with his
mouth.  He climbed between them and positioned his slimed cock.  He
pushed forward, slipping all the way in until he could feel the soft
butt flesh against his loins.  The penetration caused Sara discomfort,
but not as great as the losing of her virginity.  She endured it,
wanting her lover to pleasure himself, although she hoped that he would
do so quickly.  Tommy fucked the girl's butt in ecstasy, reveling in the
novel feel of her.

"Hurry, hurry," Sara urged, enduring more than she wanted.

Tommy relished the feel of the soft body beneath him, the touch of
Sara's flesh against his.  He felt it coming and couldn't stop it if he
wanted.  He spewed into the girl's ass with a yowl which he did not seek
to restrain.

Later they showered together.  Sara seemd very submissive and Tommy felt
very much a man.  He held the girl in his arms as the two of them were
pelted by the comforting, warm spray. 

Tommy knew that Mickey Jacobs had a stash of condoms; his father owned a
pharmacy.  Tommy planned to visit Mickey that afternoon and trade some
of his stuff for condoms.  He whispered his plans to Sara, who was very
pleased and kissed his lips lightly.

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