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Tommy and Sara.  Second Story

Sara and Tommy had been lovers since they were twelve, and before that
they had always been best pals.  Now at age sixteen, during the Summer
before they were to enter the eleventh grade at Norton High School, they
were like an old married couple.  Their friends and their parents
respected their relationship, and thought that it was beautiful.
Everyone assumed that they would marry.

Sara was fully grown physically.  She could make her face up and appear
to be twenty, which she sometimes did, although Tommy preferred her as
she really was.  She was five feet, eleven inches tall, two inches
shorter than Tommy, who would continue to grow another half an inch.
Her face, slightly pale, was incredibly beautiful, beautiful beyond
description.  It was not the perfect regularity of her features that
made her so stunning; it was the way her face moved when she spoke.
Some radio announcers can speak a smile convincingly.  Sara could beam
forth wonderous lovliness with just a twitch of her cheek.  One of her
slow smiles could make a person's throat ache in yearning.  Her hair was
lustrous, raven black, which fell to her shoulders.  When she was
younger she always dressed her hair in braids, but she gave that up at
age fifteen, although Tommy remembered the braids fondly.  He used to
suck on them.  Sara's limbs were perfectly shaped, neither skinny nor
heavy.  Her flesh was alluring, firm yet soft looking, with a special
sheen and hue that could stop traffic and should be against the law.
Her modest breasts matched her svelte figure, and only Tommy and Sara's
physician knew that they clung to her chest without any sag. The young
woman was sometimes quirky and given to moodiness, but the sight of
Tommy would usually brighten her face.

Tommy was a blonde boy who had once been amazingingly pretty, but who
had grown into a handsome young man with a very young looking face. He
was tall and strong, although not particularly muscular.  His limbs were
shapely and attractive, not quite feminine.  His only body hair was at
his groin and a blonde fuzz on his calves. He looked like a swimmer,
although his sport was baseball.
He exuded a strength of character that impressed everyone.  This was a
responsible young man, a straight arrow, whom people trusted without
question.  Everyone acknowledged that he had a fine future before him.
He was a 4.0 student at the high school.  His working class parents were
so proud of him.

Everyone knew that Tommy and Sara were lovers, but no one thought ill of
them.  Tommy's parents were a bit prudish, so they chose to ignore the
obvious physical relationship between the two kids.  Sara's parents,
especially her mother, were not at all concerned that their daughter was
sexually active with the boy, whom Sara's mom loved as if he were her
own son.  Almost from the beginning of their love making at age twelve,
Sara's mom knew and put her daughter on the pill.

During those early and mid teen years life was absolutely blissful for
the two kids, who were so much in love.  Sara's mom allowed them
privacy, and they made love almost every day on Sara's bed.

Tommy was inclinded to be a gentle lover.  He delighted in cuddling with
Sara and licking on her soft body.  He would usually pleasure her with
his tongue at least once, before he would rise between her slender
thighs.  When he penetrated her he always had his lips on hers, his
hands on either side of her lovely head.  He would stroke in and out of
her, fast or slow, as she required.  Invariably he would bring her to
orgasm with his loving.  After they were finished they would lie in each
other's arms and talk about the future, about how many children they
would have, where they would live.  They had already decided that Tommy
would be a physician, although Sara's future career was less certain.

* * *

That Summer Tommy became increasingly concerned about Sara's behavior.
He found it more and more difficult to bring her out of her moodiness,
which ceased to be just an occasional phenomenon.  It affected their
lovemaking, but in an unusual manner.  Sara wanted to be hurt as they
made love; she insisted on it.  She was not satisfied by Tommy's loving
nibbles of her inner thigh.  She demanded that he bite her, and bite her
hard. Her orgasms, which had always been very lively, became almost
violent. She thrashed about and scratched his back, yelling for him to
do it harder and harder.  One day, after they had undressed, she flopped
onto the bed face down.  She was as lovely from behind as she was from
the front, Tommy noticed, not for the first time.  Sara did not want
foreplay.  She demanded that Tommy fuck her ass immediately, without
lubrication.

In the five years of their relationship they had experienced anal
intercourse only twice.  The first time was their initial coupling, when
Sara was larger than Tommy, whose penis was small.  They had no
condoms.  The second time was at age fourteen, after they had snitched a
half full bottle of Chablis during a family party.  They drank it and
got tipsy.  Tommy's cock, now much larger than at age twelve, found its
way into Sara's ass and she howled in pain.  They never did it again
after that, until this time, when they were sixteen and Tommy had an
adult cock, long and moderately fat.

  * * *

"Put it in," Sara demanded, wriggling on the bed.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Put it in now!"

"Sara, what's the matter," Tommy asked.

"Do it, do it now!  Pleeze. . ."

Tommy, wanting  to accomadate his lover, climbed between her exquistie
legs and poked his large cock at her marvelous ass.  She pushed back at
him forcefully and the head of his cock penetrated her.  She screamed in
pain.

"Push it in," she insisted, her voice quavering.

Tommy obeyed, not understanding, and, after some effort, he entered her
fully.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Tommy could not do it.  It was too wrong.  His penis weakened and he
pulled it out of Sara's ass.

"Tommy! Don't leave me like this!"

He tried to cuddle with her, but she would have none of it.  She flailed
her arms angrily at him, hitting upon him.  She bit his upper arm,
drawing blood.  Then she broke out into convulsive sobs.  Tommy did not
know what to do, what the problem was.  This situation had been building
for some weeks, and Tommy was anxious that he did not know what was
troubling Sara, who was obviously in some kind of distress.

Sara put her feet against him and pushed him off of the bed.

"Get out!  Get out of here!" she screamed at him.

Tommy tried to comfort her, but she scratched his face painfully, a wild
look contorting her face.  He picked up his clothes and hurridly pulled
them on, sobbing in frustration.  Sara pushed at him, pushed him to the
front door.  He tried again to comfort her, but she slapped his face
violently.  Tommy left the house in tears.  He could not understand what
had come over Sara.

* * *

For the next two days Tommy did not leave his house, even refusing to
drive his mother to the super market.  He was sullen, remembering those
nasty days, when he was twelve and Sara had hurt him so much by taking
up with those two guys.  He worried about her.  There was something
wrong with her.  He loved her, but he feared seeing her again.

Then, two days after their tiff, Tommy looked out his window and saw
Sara getting into the car of David Hodgkins, a depraved fuckhound, a
beefy senior with bad breath.  He was outraged.  He grabbed his base
ball bat and ran out of his house, but David's car was already far down
the street turning the corner.  Tommy stood stupidly on the sidewalk,
feeling hopeless.

Over the next few days it became apparent that Sara and David had become
a pair.  People began to whisper behind his back.  Tommy still loved
Sara even more than he loved his mother, but he also hated her with a
burning intensity.  He dropped out of school, not capable of looking at
her every day in class.  His parents were distressed and pleaded with
him.

Tommy went to live with an older cousin until he turned seventen.  Then
he joined the army.



* * *

It was a two year enlistment.  It was not easy getting in, because the
army wanted guys with a high school education.  He scored very well on
the exams, however,  but he was really taken on because he was a very
good auto mechanic.

Before he finished basic training Tommy received a letter from Jack
Kovacic, a school chum to whom he had written asking for news about
Sara.

 "Hi Tommy,

 All the guys say hello.  Most of us envy you, being off in
 the world, but not me.  I couldn't take the chicken shit of
 military life.  You're doing the right thing in planning to
 take courses and get your high school equivalent diploma.
 You won't be behind us at all, when you get out.  Maybe we
 will be classmates at Norton State.

 About Sara.  Tom, I'm your friend and I have to tell you
 some bad news.  I have to tell you some truth that you need
 to know but you don't want to hear.  Sara is in the hospital.
 She's in the psychriatic ward at Cranston Memorial.  God!
 It's hard to write this.  You know that she was going with
 Dave (The Meat) Hodgkins.  They were out on Reservoir
 Road; you know the place.  She beat up on the guy, hit him
 with something and broke his jaw.  She left him lying naked
 on the ground and drove off with his car, which she then
 crashed.  She wasn't hurt.  The police didn't get involved.
 If it were only that, it would be a fun story, but it's much
 worse.

 She usually acted quite normal at school, but then she would
 hit on a guy, any guy, and want to make out.  You can hardly
 blame those guys at first.  She's so damn gorgeous.  In only a
 few days the word was out that she was a nympho, one who
 wanted kinky sex.  Guys started flocking around her.  Very
 soon, though, it became obvious that she was really sick.
 After having sex she would either cry hysterically, calling
 out your name, or she would attack her partner violently.
 Some of us guys got together to protect her.  We chased away
 the guys who were after her.  Our girls helped.  Irene Davidovic
 told Sara's mother about it.  So she's in the hospital now and can't
 have any visitors for awhile.

 I hope that I can write you some good news later.

                                                Your friend,

      Jack


Tommy was strangely relieved at the awful news about Sara, whom he loved
no less than before.  She hadn't rejected him.  She still loved him.
She was just sick.  That night, before lights out, he wrote a letter to
Sara's mom, asking her to keep him informed about Sara's condition.

* * *

Less than a week later Tommy received a letter from Sara's mother.

 Dear Tommy,

 It was so good to hear from you.  I would be very pleased
 to let you know from time to time how Sara is doing.  She
 will be getting out of the hospital next week and be home
 with us.  She will have to see her doctor twice a week for
 an indefinite period.  Thank God her father has a good health
 insurance policy.  She won't be going back to school, of
 course.  It would be just too embarrassing.  I have arranged
 with the school district to tutor her at home, and they will
 send a teacher by twice a week to teach her math and science.
 You won't be able to see her, I'm sorry to say, at least for
 now.  The doctor said that you are somehow involved in
 her problem, not that you are at fault or guilty of anything.
 I'll write to you again soon.


Anne McCracken

 (ps.  Sara still loves you very much)

Tom was very disappointed by the news, because he had been planning to
visit Sara, when his basic training was done.

* * *

After he finished basic training, Tom was posted to an army base in
northern Kentucky, where, he was led to believe,  he would spend his
entire enlishment
working in the motor pool.  He soon found that, considering the way the
army was using him, it was just like having a job.  He was free most
evenings and on weekends.

He began to hang out at a mall which was located between the base and a
nearby small city.  He met people his own age there, high schoolers,
most of whom did not mind that he was a soldier.  Girls flirted with
him, and he was tempted by a couple definite possibilities, but he did
not get involved with any of them, because of his strong feelings for
Sara.

He met a boy his own age at the mall, and they quickly became pals.  His
name was David Ecke and he was a junior in high school.  David was a bit
short, just five feet six.  He was a slender boy, but by no means
skinny.  His sandy hair was cut short to above his ears.  He was very
pretty, the way Tommy had been when he was younger.  He had an oval face
with delicate features and pale blue eyes.  They saw each other a couple
of times a week when they would attend sporting events at the high
school, go to movies or just hang out at the mall.

"Have you ever done it, you know, all the way? David asked, early in
their friendship.

Tom nodded his head affirmatively.

"Wow! Tell me about it.  What was it like?"

"I've just done it with one girl.  We started when we were twelve, and
we have been together ever since.  We'll probably get married."

"Well, I suppose you don't want to tell me about what you and your girl
do," David responded with a sigh of disappointment.  "What's she like?"

"She's tall and very beautiful with a lovely figure and gorgeous black
hair.  Her name is Sara."

"I have a girl; well, almost.  She's just fourteen and her father won't
let me date her.  I haven't even kissed her."

Tom looked at the disturbingly pretty boy, smiled and felt so much older
than he.

One day the two boys drove around in Tom's old car as David pointed out
the sights, of which there almost none of interest.

"Tommy, can you stay off the base overnight?"

"I can sometimes arrange that."

"Great!  We could go to a late movie and then you could stay over at my
house."

Tom was not listening too closely.  He was wondering whether he would be
allowed to write to Sara, perhaps even to call her on the phone.

"Hello, planet Earth calling."

"What, oh, I'm sorry.  Ya, I suppose we could do that.  Let's try for
this Saturday."

"Super!  There's a great slasher movie showing, chainsaws and all."

Tom was able to get a weekend pass which would allow him to stay away
from the base from Friday evening until Monday morning.  Dave was
delighted, when he learned that his friend could stay over for three
nights.

Dave's father was also in the army, currently stationed in Germany.
David and his mother shared a small house in a modest neighborhood, much
like the kind in which Tom grew up.  Mrs. Ecke was a small woman, who
seemed relieved that David's "army friend" was just a kid like her son.

"Have you done much soldiering?" she inquired, a friendly smile
brightening her pretty face.

"Nope, just fixing vehicles."

That Friday evening, after playing cards in the kitchen with Mrs. Ecke,
the two boys went up to Dave's room.  Tom had been there earlier, and he
knew the inventory of his friend's stuff.  They undressed down to their
underpants.  Tom was struck by the boy's beauty, whose body was
virtually hairless.  His limbs were wonderfully soft looking and
shapely.  His chest and belly were exquisite.  Dave looked to be much
younger than seventeen.

"You can look.  I don't mind."

Dave's words startled Tom, who had been gazing at his friend's alluring
thighs.
He blushed and mumbled an apology.

"It's alright.  I know I'm pretty.  I can't deny it.  You don't have to
be queer to appreciate this."

Dave stood with his legs apart and his arms raised, showing himself off.

"I'm not queer."

"I know that.  You've been fucking since you were twelve."  "You know,"
Dave continued, "you're really fine looking yourself."

They sat on the bed together.  Tom was a bit embarrassed by the
conversation, but Dave was just warming up.

"Tommy, you're not from around here, so I feel that I can say things to
you that I wouldn't dare tell anyone from school.  I suppose it's like
talking in a foreign language, when you can say anything and not be
embarrassed."

Tom nooded uncertainly.  He had never spoken in a foreign language.

"Tommy, I think that I might be queer, perhaps."

"But you said that you had a girl."

"Ya," Dave laughed.  "She has short hair, a flat chest and she looks
like a pretty boy.  Those are the kind of girls that really turn me on.
But I suppose that I'm not really queer.  I can't imagine going to bed
with some muscular, masculine guy with a lot of body hair.  I like guys
our age or maybe a little younger, guys who are pretty like us; so that
really narrows the field."

Tom was beginning to get the drift of his friend's conversation, and he
was both upset and excited by it's implication.

"Davy, I told you that I'm not queer."

"I know that.  But just think of this.  In a few short years I'll be too
old to hit on guys like us.  If I'm going to do it, I'll have to do it
soon.  I can't try to get any kid from school to do it with me, you
know.  I'd become a marked man."

"Dave . . ."

"We wouldn't have to do anything, you know, really serious, if you don't
want.  We could just start out touching."

David looked expectantly into his friend's face, and when Tom looked
into his with a sheepish grin, he beamed with joy.  They then sat there
in an embarrassed silence, neither of them knowing how to begin.  Dave
moved his hand and placed on Tom's, leaning toward him until their bare
upper arms touched, his face upturned, wanting a kiss.  Tom suddenly
embraced his friend and kissed his lips.  Dave was inexperienced, even
in this, and Tom had to teach him, tongue and all.  They were soon
rolling together on the bed, kissing and feeling their flesh against
each other.  Their penises were fully errect.  They paused to catch
their breath, lying in each other's arms, Tom petting Dave's smooth
cheek.

"Oh, Gawd. . . ," Dave sighed.

Tom was no longer reticent about having a homosexual experience with his
pretty friend, but he yearned for the touch and scent of Sara.  Tom
decided to take charge, and to go all the way, at least as far as Dave
was willing.  Tom sat up, reached down and pulled on Dave's underpants.
Dave lifted his butt and he was quickly naked, as was Tom.  They knelt
on the bed facing each other, examining each other's cocks.  Dave moved
forward and measured his cock against his friends.  He put his hands
around the two cocks and pressed them together.  Tom's cock was over six
inches long and moderately thick.  Dave's cock was creamy smooth and
about the size of a peeled, five inch banana.  Dave then let go of their
cocks and grasped Tom to him in a strong embrace.

"I want to suck you," Dave whispered.

"I want to suck you first."

"Let's such each other at the same time."

So, on their sides, they assumed the sixty nine position, and Tom tasted
a cock  for the first time, as he felt the inexperienced boy struggle
with his own.  Sara did it so much better, he thought.  Tom fondled the
soft flesh of the boy's inner thigh as he set about with determination
to make his friend come.  He sucked lovingly, as Sara had sucked him,
until he knew that Dave was near orgasm.  He was ready for it, and he
did not gag, when spurts of warm semen flooded his mouth.  He then lay
back, his mouth full of Dave's seed.  Dave had suddenly lost his sexual
fervor, but he felt obliged to bring his friend off, which he did with
his mouth and his hand, as Tom lay looking at the ceiling, ingesting
Dave's cum in small swallows as his pleasure built and then exploded.

Before the weekend was over the two of them experienced anal
intercourse, which did not hurt Tom as much as he, with his larger cock,
hurt Dave.  They decided not to do it too often.

For the remainder of his enlistment Tom and Dave remained homosexual
lovers.  At first they had each other at every opportunity, but after a
while it became intermittent.  Dave finally got into the pants of a
girl, not the young one whom he had described to Tom, but another, more
buxom one.  Tom, who sorely missed the scent of a woman, had a
succession of girls from the high school, but each time he reached
orgasm he dreamed of Sara's face.

* * *

Tom was finally discharged from the army and planned to return home.  In
preparation for this move away from the people whom he had come to know
over the previous two years, he went around and said his good byes.
Some weeks before he was scheduled to leave, he had gently disengaged
himself from a comforting sexual relationship with a pretty high school
junior, who was just two years younger than he.  Tom was then nineteen
years old.

Dave and Tom regretted that they had to part.  They both thought that
they would never again experience such a true friendship like the one
which they had shared for all those months.  They promised to keep in
touch, but, of course, that assurance is just part of the ritual of
parting.  They spent Tom's last night in northern Kentucky together, and
they shared Dave's bed for the final time.  They didn't have sex.

"You've become a bit too masculine and hairy for my tastes, Tommy."

"You've sprouted a some hair of your own, although you're still pretty."

"I've decided to remain pretty for the rest of my life, but I think I'll
give up being queer.  "I've really come to like fucking girls."

"Don't we all."




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