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SUMMARY: At a time of national turmoil, the lives of four boys become connected as each struggles to accept his sexuality and to address the challenges he faces in life. To the extent the boys succeed in coming to grips with those challenges and in doing the right thing, it may be in ways that prove surprising or troubling. While some events, locations and features have been moved forward or back in time for dramatic and other purposes, the story takes place during an era when prejudice against homosexuals is rampant and the gay revolution in America is still at its beginnings. You can find a longer synopsis of the entire story at my blog here. Please note that italics are typically used to indicate what a character is thinking or saying to himself.
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THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER: In Chapter 49, Tommy and Andy spend the day together touring Mount Vernon. When they get home that evening, Andy reveals that Josh is in Washington and knows what Tommy has been doing to survive. After thinking about it, Tommy calls Josh and invites him and Nolan over to Andy’s condo the following night for dinner. The four young men tour the building and Andy’s place and then chat for a while. Eventually Andy and Nolan leave Josh and Tommy alone together to talk. The two catch up on things, including what happened to Coach and to Tommy’s parents. Josh blames himself for Tommy’s troubles, but Tommy tries to reassure him that he isn’t to blame. They discuss what would have happened if Tommy never had run away, but are unable to reach a definitive answer. Tommy shares some of his fears with Josh; in turn, Josh tries to help Tommy work through them. Later, after dinner, Nolan and Josh depart, leaving Andy and Tommy alone. Andy mentions that Josh is a teacher and is planning to set up an outreach program near the Palermo to help street hustlers get their high school degree if they want. He encourages Tommy to think about participating. Andy offers to take Tommy back to Ray’s place, but Tommy decides to stay for the evening. Tommy shares what he’s feeling with Andy and the two embrace one another.
By the time I finished my shower and returned to the living room, Tommy had turned off the lights, turned on some music, and pulled opened the blinds so we had an incredible view of Washington at night. I remember thinking everything seemed magical and I was hoping the rest of the evening would prove special as well.
I sat down on the floor across from Tommy and smiled at him.
“Where’s your stash?” I asked, assuming that was what Tommy had planned for the evening.
“Um, well, I was thinking maybe tonight we might want to try getting high some other way.”
My ears perked up.
“Did you have something special in mind?” I asked.
“Oh, jeez, I dunno, Andy,” Tommy replied and by then he was grinning. “I’m kind of stumped. Do you have any suggestions?”
“Um, well, not at the moment,” I replied. “Maybe something will come up if I think about it.”
“I hope so,” Tommy replied, grinning at me. “In fact, for all you know, it might already be up.”
Tempted as I was by that revelation, we had never finished our conversation about Tommy moving in with me. I decided to raise it again while giving Tommy a chance to back off if he wasn’t ready to take the next step.
“So, Tommy,” I said. “It seems like you like this place and you know I like you. Is there any chance I can persuade you to move in here with me? Or do you need more time to think about it?”
“I don’t need a lot more time,” he responded. “I’ve been thinking about it. But I would like to know the rules before making a final decision.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “What kind of rules are you talking about?”
“Well, you know, your rules,” he replied. “I mean, Ray has rules for me living with him. I have to check with him before bringing anyone new up to his place; and he doesn’t want me having sex with anyone there. I have to keep my room clean, of course, and no smoking marijuana. Those are some of his rules. It would be helpful to know yours before deciding.”
I had never thought about any of that before.
“Um, well, how about a rule that says you have to keep me tied to the bed and rape me twenty-four hours a day?” I joked.
Tommy looked at me strangely and then shook his head.
“Well, yeah, that would be an interesting rule, but I don’t think it would work,” he replied, grinning. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like it and I have pretty good stamina too; just not that good. I might only be able to rape you three or four hours a day.”
“Okay, you win,” I responded, smiling at him. “See how easy I am?”
“You are pretty easy to be around, Andy,” he replied. “It’s one of the things I like about you. But I was being serious. You must have some rules.”
“Not really,” I said, “at least none I can think of right now. I mean, your living arrangement with Ray is completely different than what we’re talking about. I want this to be our place, not my place where you also happen to live because it makes having sex with you more convenient for me. If we decide we need rules, we can make them up together as we go along as far as I’m concerned.”
“But if you’re expecting me to say you need my permission before bringing anyone here or you can’t have sex with anyone else after you move in or you need to stop hustling or going to the Palermo or whatever, I’m not going to do that.”
“I love you unconditionally, Tommy. That just means I love you no matter what.”
“And don’t get me wrong,” I continued. “It’s not that I don’t care about any of that. I do. I mean, how could I not care after what happened to Teddy? I worry about you, Tommy; I really do. You never talk about it, but I’ve spent enough time at the Palermo to know just how dangerous hustling is. It’s physically dangerous and I’m not just talking about getting beat up. Plus I don’t think it’s good for your emotional well-being either.”
“But knowing everything I do, I’m not going to judge you or make rules for you or tell you how to live your life. I just want to love you and for you to know someone does love you and will always love you regardless of whatever happened in the past; and that there will always be a place you can go and someone there who will love you.”
Tommy was just sitting there taking it in and it was hard to know what he was thinking. But finally he spoke up.
“I, um, well . . . it’s hard for me to say the word, but I do like you, Andy; I like you a lot. And like I mentioned before, I don’t want to ever lose you. So, yeah, I do want to come live with you and I can even pay some rent to help out with the finances.”
“We’ll have to talk some more about how we can make this place ours, not mine, Tommy, but I’m not really looking for rent,” I replied. “This isn’t a financial arrangement we’re talking about. We’re talking about two people sharing the future together.”
“Well, speaking of the future, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he responded. “The thing is, that trip to the beach really made me do a lot of thinking; about you, about me, and about us. And, well, the first thing I did when I got back from that trip was to shut down the web cam. And I’ve decided to stop hustling too. I’ve already let most of my regulars know that.”
“I’m going to keep dancing for now. I need the money because I’ve been talking with my agent, Abe. He’s been telling me for a long time I could make a living as a model if I got some professional training; and he’s put me in touch with some modeling schools here in Washington I’m checking out.”
“They’re expensive, but I have some money saved up and I’m thinking maybe I would give that a try. Maybe it’ll work out; maybe not. I guess only time will tell, but it seems like something I could try. Who knows? Maybe I’ll turn out to be good at it.”
I remember being relieved as he said all of this. I knew I would sleep better because of the decisions he had made and because he had made them on his own without being pressured by me. I was proud of him.
“I’m glad to hear all of that,” I said; “if anything, it makes me admire you even more. And I’m happy for you too. I hope you know you can count on me to help out, with the school or whatever, if you ever need help. You just have to ask.”
“Thanks,” he added, giggling. “It’s good to know that, especially since I have this really big problem I’m going to need your help with real soon.”
He reached over and placed my hand on his groin. It was hard as a rock. At the same time, he began exploring my thigh and my butt with his other hand.
That was too much for me and I couldn’t restrain myself. The next thing I knew I was all over him, kissing him, pushing my tongue into his mouth, exploring his body with my hands, and more. He seemed to be into it as well and for a moment I thought we might end up doing it right there on the floor in front of the window.
But then I could sense hesitation and realized the moment had passed. Tommy looked into my eyes and just grinned.
“I don’t believe it,” he said.
“Believe what?” I asked.
“I’m nervous,” he replied. “I must have had sex a million times, but I’ve never been nervous like this before; not even when I had sex with a girl. It’s something I’ve never experienced before.”
“What’s to be nervous about?” I asked. “It’s not like I’m a virgin or something; and I’m pretty certain you’re not one either,” I added, grinning.
“I know,” he responded. “It’s just that I want it to be special for you.”
“It will be,” I replied. “Just the fact that you’re the one doing it to me will make it special, at least for me. Though I kind of doubt I’ll be as good as some others you’ve done, like Teddy.”
“You’ll be fine,” Tommy said. “It’s always been a lot of fun with you, Andy. I just wonder whether we can achieve that intimacy you keep talking about, that point where the two of us become one.”
“Oh, well, don’t put any pressure on yourself like that,” I replied. “Hell, if we don’t get there tonight, we’ll get there later.”
“Who knows?” I added, grinning. “It might take ten or twenty thousand tries. But, what the heck, I’m not a quitter. You can keep trying forever as far as I’m concerned.”
“You’re too much, Andy,” he replied, laughing. “You have to be the horniest dude in the world.”
“I was deprived as a child,” I responded. “I’m trying to make up for lost time.”
But I could sense he was still nervous and decided to back off, momentarily at least.
With nothing else to do, the two of us just sat there listening to music. At one point I looked over and Tommy seemed to have drifted away.
“A penny for your thoughts,” I said.
“You don’t have enough money to pay me for my thoughts,” Tommy replied, grinning at me. “You’d need a hell of a lot more than a penny to get me to fess up right now.”
“Why?” I replied, smiling at him. “Are you thinking something nasty?”
“I am,” he replied. “Here let me show you.”
And with that he rolled over next to me and began nuzzling my face and neck with his nose. I decided to relax and just follow wherever he led. Soon enough we were making out again on the floor. But this time it was Tommy who had taken the lead. He was the one trying to get me aroused and he was doing it slowly, gently, skillfully. I remember becoming more and more excited as he patiently continued his efforts.
Still, there was a part of me that found all of this hard to believe and it wasn’t long before all of my insecurities came bubbling to the surface.
“Do you like me, Tommy?” I asked, softly. “I mean, really like me? Sometimes I think you must be pretending; and, well, if you are just pretending, that’s okay. I still like you. I like you so much I’ll do anything you ask, Tommy, anything. Just ask.”
“I like you, Andy,” he replied. “I like you a lot. I can’t even believe you still have doubts about that.”
“Why do you like me?” I asked. “I mean, I look at Josh, Sean and Teddy and don’t understand why. All of them are younger than me, better looking than me, sexier than me. I mean, I just don’t understand why you would like me more than them.”
It was pretty pathetic. I was fishing for compliments. But now I was the one who was nervous, the one who needed some reassurance.
“You’re so hard on yourself, Andy,” Tommy replied. “I don’t understand why. You keep telling me how cute I am, how masculine I am, how sexy I am. But you don’t have a clue when it comes to yourself. That body of yours is hot, Andy, so hard, so well defined, so tight and so smooth. You have a really terrific smile and beautiful eyes and I love those dimples of yours. So, yeah, looking at you naked is an incredible turn on for me.”
“But it’s more than that, Andy. You’re special to me; so generous, so loving, so kind. Don’t get me wrong. I like having sex with you because you know how to turn me on. I knew that from the very first night we met. But there’s something more going on when I have sex with you. I can’t really explain it. I just feel like there’s something more going on and it makes the whole thing awesome for me.”
“And as for Josh, Sean and Teddy, I do like them, Andy; I like them a lot. But you remind me of all three of them so much.”
“It’s almost like I’m having sex with the three of them as well when I have sex with you,” he added, laughing. “It’s like you’re providing me with my own private orgy.”
I remember laughing when he said it, but it aroused my curiosity as well.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “How do I remind you of them? How do I remind you of Josh, for example?”
“Well, that’s easy,” he said. “For one thing, both of you spend way too much time blushing,” he added, touching my groin.
The moment he did I started to blush.
“There are times when I just can’t believe what lousy luck the two of you have either,” he continued, grinning. “I mean, both of you desperately want to love someone sweet and innocent and both of you ended up with the exact opposite of that. I mean, it’s almost hilarious when I think about it. The truth is, you and Josh are the sweet, innocent, ones while Nolan and me are the wicked, nasty, dudes. So that’s another thing.”
“And then you’re like Josh because you’re always taking on some cause, trying to make things better. Sometimes it’s a big project like that war in Burkistan. And sometimes it’s a little one like me. Both Josh and you, well, you’re like two peas in a pod that way. Both of you want to protect me and help me and solve all my problems. I guess that’s part of why I liked Josh back in Vermont and why I like you so much now. A lot of people want to have sex with me, but not many have ever cared for me.”
“Plus you don’t think I’m totally hopeless and that’s kind of nice,” he concluded. “I appreciate that.”
“Well I appreciate the compliment,” I replied, “especially since you’re definitely not totally hopeless. You’re only partially hopeless,” I added, smirking.
“Well, you better be careful, Andy,” he replied, looking over at me and grinning. “Because, you know, I ran away from Josh and I could still run away from you. I would be careful about what you say, Andy, real careful.”
But he was smiling when he said it so I knew he wasn’t planning on running away anytime soon, at least not that evening.
“You didn’t run away from Josh, Tommy,” I replied, softly. “You ran away from all the bad stuff in your life; your parents, your classmates, and that coach.”
“And what I’m hoping right now is you’ll run away into my arms and let me hug you forever; or at least for tonight. Because I want to hold you and love you and be your best friend forever; and if I can’t, I would like to be all those things just for tonight.”
“As long as you tell me how I’m like Sean and Miss Teddy first,” I added, grinning.
“Man, you are so insecure,” Tommy responded. “It’s unbelievable. But if you must know, I’ll tell you.”
“With Sean, I guess you can start with how much he likes American history, just like you do. Don’t ask me why. I don’t have a clue. But that boy always has his nose in some history book, just reading and reading and more reading. And it’s always about some long ago time in America. He likes reading books about heroes. Like I say, don’t ask me why; maybe because he wants some kind of hero in his own life.”
“And, you know, I felt really bad I didn’t think up that idea about going to Mount Vernon until after we had dropped him and Miss Teddy off at the Palermo. Sean would have loved going there with us. He would have been hanging all over you with a million questions. He would have eaten the whole thing up. Totally! So we really need to do that again with him and Teddy. Promise me we’ll do it again with them, Andy.”
“Absolutely,” I replied. “That won’t be a problem. And, like I said, there are lots of other places we can visit together too.”
“Good,” Tommy said. “I would like that. And then the other thing about Sean that reminds me of you is how tenacious he is, just like you. No matter what happens, no matter how bad things get, Sean never gives up. He and Teddy are determined to be a real couple; and no matter what happens, he just refuses to give up.”
“It’s like you and that damn McPherson amendment. They beat you and beat you and you keep coming back for more. So that’s why I think you’re like Sean. You won’t take no for an answer.”
For a moment the room fell silent. But I couldn’t resist.
“And Teddy?” I asked, still curious. “How am I like Miss Teddy?”
“Well, now, with Miss Teddy, I’m not really sure I can put it in words,” Tommy said, looking over and grinning at me. “I think maybe I should just show you how you’re like Teddy, demonstrate it to you, if you catch my drift.”
“Oh really,” I said, returning his smile. “You want to do a little show and tell with me here. Is that it?”
“I do,” Tommy said; and with that he began nuzzling my face and neck again with his nose.
I closed my eyes and relaxed and my mind drifted off. It was just so comfortable being there with someone I loved so much.
I could feel him kissing my nipples; and playing with those only aroused and distracted me. It wasn’t until later I even noticed.
How does he do that I remember wondering? How does he keep getting me totally naked without me even noticing he’s doing it?
It has to be those eyes of his, I remember thinking, or that smile of his, that beautiful, innocent, face of his. Those eyes would mesmerize anyone with a heart that still beats. And that smile made you want to do anything so it would never disappear from your sight.
And even now, months later, knowing just how wicked Tommy could be, he still seemed just so totally innocent to me. I would do anything for him, anything at all. I loved him so much.
By then he was kissing my shoulders, my neck, and my nipples again. Knowing how much I loved it, he was licking my underarms and I couldn’t resist anymore.
I started thrashing around on the floor, wildly, then more wildly still with each new kiss to my body. I had lost control now, unable to suppress the frenzy he had reduced me to.
“Yes, oh, God, yes; please don’t stop, Tommy,” I moaned. “Please don’t stop. It all feels so good; so incredibly good.”
“You’re so perfect for me,” Tommy whispered into my ear; “so perfect and you don’t even have a clue how much I want you right now, Andy. I want you so much.”
Then he pushed his tongue into my ear and rendered me totally helpless.
I was completely aroused; all of my inhibitions were gone. I wanted him inside me now and I was ready to beg him, to plead with him, ready to do whatever it took to make that happen.
The next thing I knew he was leading me up the stairs and helping me into bed. I remember just staring at him as he slowly stripped off his clothes. He knew how aroused I was just watching him do that and he was taunting me with his little striptease.
I had seen Tommy naked before, of course, and it was always a turn on for me. But that evening I remember gasping because he was standing in front of the mirror, the one on the wall that provided a perfect view of the bed and the back of his body and that incredible ass of his. It was like I was seeing him totally naked for the very first time and by that point my heart was pounding so hard I never noticed something else was throbbing as well.
“I love that mirror,” Tommy said, having caught me staring at what it revealed. “We need more of them in here, Andy, lots more; and on the ceiling too.”
You can have whatever you want, Tommy, whatever you want. Just get in bed with me now!
“Sure, Tommy,” I responded. “We can have as many as you want, but I don’t think I can take much more of this. I’m going to explode just from looking at you in that mirror.”
And then, suddenly, to my surprise, I did and I was a mess and groaning from just how intense and powerful it had been.
“Oh my,” Tommy said, grinning. “That’s a first, someone getting off like that just from looking at me.”
He scrambled on to the bed and began licking my stomach, my chest and my face; and when he had finished cleaning me up, he pressed his lips against mine and allowed me to push my tongue into his mouth so the two of us could share the fruit of his labors.
I’m not sure how long the two of us laid there kissing each another. Eventually Tommy pulled away and hopped out of bed.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, heading off toward the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower and give you a little more time to recharge.”
It was hard watching him go, harder still listening to him taking that shower. I could visualize his hands touching his body and I wanted my hands to be touching his body. The anticipation of what remained to be shared was killing me.
When he was finished, Tommy came back to the room, turned down the lights and slipped into bed beside me, his hair still damp, his body so refreshing and cool. Just touching it made me shudder.
Tommy pressed his lips against mine and forced his tongue into my mouth. There was a passion in that kiss that wasn’t unusual. But there was something else as well. Tommy was using his tongue to wrestle my own into submission, pressing it against the roof of my mouth until it stopped resisting and finally surrendered to him.
Once it did, he looked into my eyes and smiled. Then he resumed his labors, kissing my neck, my shoulders, my nipples and pits until the rest of my body surrendered as well. By now he was lightly licking the tip of my cock, playing with it with his lips and his tongue, making it throb with renewed vigor, then suppressing those throbs with his fingers.
Oh, God, yes, I remember thinking to myself. Please do it, Tommy, please. I’m so ready for this. I’ve been waiting forever for this.
Eventually he rolled me over on to my stomach and started massaging my neck, shoulders and back with his hands. It was just so relaxing and perfect. I didn’t want it ever to end.
Why is it always hands on my shoulders and back that do it for me I wondered? It was the same thing that had done it for me with Russell, but this was so much better, so much more intense and powerful.
“Oh, jeez, that feels so good,” I whispered, trying to encourage him; “so freaking good. Please don’t stop, Tommy. Please.”
But stopping was the last thing Tommy had on his mind. Instead, he just knelt over me for what seemed like forever, kneading my neck, shoulders and back until all of the pain, all of the tightness, and all of the tension had disappeared. By then I was totally relaxed, totally ready for anything he wanted to do.
But Tommy wasn’t finished with getting me into the mood. To my surprise and delight, he leaned over and started kissing my shoulders and neck and I remember sighing as the pleasure began to consume me.
“So good,” I moaned; “so good, Tommy, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
Eventually he started moving his tongue and his lips down my back, letting his hair brush against me, just as I had done to him on so many occasions.
I found myself getting more and more aroused and excited the lower he moved, but I tried to suppress the thought, tried to keep my expectations in check, tried to tell myself it would be okay if he decided to bypass the destination I so desperately wanted his tongue to visit.
By the time he reached my lower back, I was moaning more loudly than ever, thrashing around more wildly than ever. I loved everything he was doing to me, but wanted him to know he didn’t need to do that to me.
I remember stammering, trying to get the words out of my mouth.
“You don’t have to . . .”
But before I could finish Tommy pushed his tongue where he knew I wanted it to go.
“OH, MY GOD,” I screamed. “Oh, God, I can’t believe it. Oh, Jesus, thank you. That feels incredible, Tommy, so incredible.”
I had never been on the receiving end of that before and the pleasure was just too intense. All I could do was pummel the bed with my fist, over and over again.
I’m not sure exactly how long he did it to me that evening. He could have done it all night as far as I was concerned. But eventually I heard the sound of something ripping.
Curious, I looked around and saw Tommy smiling at me. He was just holding it there for my inspection.
“Do you want to do the honors?” he asked, grinning.
“Go ahead,” I replied. “I’ll just watch. It’ll be a bigger turn on for me watching you put it on.
When he finished, I rolled back on to my stomach and Tommy began applying the lube.
It felt cool and wet and evil, and by then I was having trouble just breathing again.
When he was done, I used my hands to push myself up to a kneeling position. Then, pressing my head against the bed, I lifted my butt and offered it to him, an offer he quickly accepted.
I had done this before with Jesse so the touch of his hardened cock pressing between my cheeks until it reached the destination it was looking for didn’t come as a surprise.
What surprised me was that Tommy didn’t press forward immediately and mount me. He just let the tip nuzzle against the opening while he whispered sweet words in my ear.
“This is so special for me, Andy. Do you know how much this means to me, babe? I’ve been waiting all my life for someone like you and now here you are and it’s going to be special for both of us. I promise.”
I remember relaxing after he said that in a way I had never relaxed before with him. There had always been some barrier between us I insisted upon clinging to, some space to which I could retreat in order to avoid being hurt again like Jesse had hurt me. Tommy wasn’t the only one who had been trying to protect himself all these months.
But now that barrier was gone. I knew he wasn’t pretending, that what he was saying was genuine, and now I was finally ready to surrender completely to him.
He could have taken me quickly or roughly or however he wanted, but I was surprised at just how slowly and patiently he did it. Occasionally he would press forward gently, then pull back when the opening resisted. But slowly the two became friends; and then without warning they became the best of friends.
“Omigod,” I remember crying as my body shuddered.
“Oh, fuck,” Tommy groaned, simultaneously.
After resisting so fiercely, my ass had finally surrendered, first contouring itself around the tip of his cock and then granting it entry. Everything happened so quickly, but I could feel it disappearing inside me, then feel it come to a halt as the shaft to which it was attached reached the hole and sought entry as well.
The whole thing had been incredibly pleasurable.
“Oh, fuck,” Tommy groaned again. “That was so awesome, so amazing.”
What happened next surprised and delighted me. I was expecting Tommy to push forward quickly until he was all the way in. Instead, he wrapped his arms gently around my chest and began pulling me back toward him ever so slowly.
As he pulled me up and closer to him, I could feel him sliding deeper inside me as well. By the time my back and his chest pressed together, he was completely buried inside me.
It was intensely smooth and erotic, something I had never experienced before in my life; the pleasurable feelings engulfing my body seemed deeper and more intense as well.
“I love holding you like this, Andy, kissing you like this,” he whispered into my ear and by then he was kissing the side of my face even as his fingers played with my nipples and his hips began grinding rhythmically against my butt.
The whole thing was a little embarrassing because Tommy obviously knew how to make love this way so much better than me. All I could do was moan and beg him to kiss me harder, to play with my nipples harder, to push inside of me deeper and harder.
He was totally in control by then. I had surrendered to him long ago and now I was moaning loudly, begging him not to stop; and then, knowing the effect it would have, he pushed his tongue into my ear causing my body to spasm.
I was close to exploding again, but Tommy used his fingers to prevent that from happening.
He pushed me forward roughly until my head was pressing against the bed. Holding me firmly down with one hand, he swiftly penetrated me all the way. Then he pumped me rapidly several times.
“Oh, Jesus,” I moaned. “I don’t believe how good this feels.”
Then, as quickly as it had begun, the whole thing was over. Tommy pulled out of me and rolled me over on to my back.
“Why?” I remember asking in despair. “Why did you take it out, Tommy? It felt so good.”
“You’re right about that, babe,” he said. “Good is the wrong word though. It felt awesome, totally awesome. But that was just a little taste of what I have planned for the evening. I needed to see whether there was going to be any problem with me hurting you. Now that I know there won’t be, we can try a different way.”
Kneeling between my legs, Tommy gently lifted them up and placed them on his shoulders.
“If we’re going to do this, babe, and I really do want to do it to you, I want to see how much you’re enjoying it,” he said. “Whenever you’re having fun, you get this wild look on your face and your eyes roll back into your head. If I see that happening, I’ll know you’re having a good time. We can do it doggy-style later.”
He gripped my hips tightly and pulled me closer to him. Pressing between my cheeks, he pushed forward gently and mounted me quickly again.
“Oh God,” I moaned, not because it hurt but just because feeling it slide inside me felt so incredibly good.
“So tight,” Tommy muttered simultaneously. “You’re so freaking tight, Andy. I love that.”
Grunting, he pushed forward, trying to bury himself deeper inside me while I lay there moaning, my hands behind my knees, my hips thrashing uncontrollably, my toes struggling to touch the ceiling.
“So good, Tommy,” I moaned. “It feels so freaking good. Deeper, Tommy; stick it in all the way.”
Although it had been more than three years since Jesse had last done it to me, it only took a moment for Tommy to shove it in as far as he physically could.
I could feel his pubes pressing against me, could feel both of our hearts beating faster and faster as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips, then pressed his tongue into my mouth.
“So tight, Andy,” Tommy moaned. “It just feels so incredibly tight and good. Does it feel good to you?”
All I could do was grunt and mutter my agreement.
“Um, oh God, yes; it feels incredible.”
I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head, then refocus on Tommy just grinning at me from above.
My legs were still thrashing around wildly and my body was feeling things I had never experienced before. I was glad he was buried so deeply inside me. It felt more than just really good. It felt incredible.
I remember worrying the whole thing would be over much too quickly. Tommy was young, I reasoned, and just by looking into his eyes I could tell it felt as good for him as it did for me.
Hell, maybe it even felt better to him, I thought, and I remember feeling jealous momentarily until he pulled back a little and then pressed forward again, harder this time, and hit it.
That’s when I lost it completely.
“Oh, Jesus, my spot” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, my spot!”
I was wincing by then because the pleasure was so sharp and intense.
“What about your spot, Andy?” he said, and he was grinning by now. He knew what he had done and what I wanted him to keep doing.
“You just hit it,” I panted. Then I started moaning uncontrollably.
“Do it, again, please, Tommy, do it again,” I whimpered.
So he did and my reaction each time was the same. At some point I could even feel tears in my eyes. It was producing some weird combination of pleasure and pain.
By then I didn’t know what to expect anymore. I figured Tommy would thrust back and forth a couple of times, then explode inside me quickly when he could no longer restrain himself. But I was wrong about that; boy, was I ever wrong. Tommy managed to keep going for a very long time that evening.
What made it so different from Jesse was he was keeping me in total suspense about what he would do next. Sometimes he pressed forward fast and hard multiple times. Then, having worked me into a frenzy of passion, his rhythmic thrusts became slower and gentler.
“Spread those legs of yours wider, Andy,” Tommy whispered at one point and I eagerly did my best to honor his request. But even after I had spread-eagled them as wide as I could, he was able to use his hands to help me spread them wider still.
The effect was to tighten the already incredibly firm grip the muscles in my ass held on his cock; and I could see how much he was enjoying that tightness because it forced him to grind his groin even harder against my butt to maintain the rhythmic movement that was providing so much pleasure for both of us.
By the end he was teasing me, playing with me, as he varied the length of his strokes. Deep, deep, and then deeper still would be followed by a few gentle pokes. He mixed hard dominance and dirty words with gentleness and words that were tender and sweet. By the end I didn’t know what he would do next, whether he would deliver a hard, deep, stroke that would make me whimper or a gentle kiss that would make me giggle.
I’m not exactly sure when it happened, but at some point Tommy began to lose control. His strokes were coming relentlessly now, as were my moans, louder and louder. I began playing with myself, trying to get my hand and his hips into rhythm.
I don’t remember thinking about it, but at some point the words simply gushed out of my mouth.
“Fuck me, Tommy,” I said softly the first time. I remember falling momentarily silent, then losing it totally the second time.
“FUCK ME, Tommy,” I screamed. “Oh, God, FUCK ME!”
I couldn’t control what I was saying anymore. I couldn’t control trying to push my ass on to his cock as deep as I could. I couldn’t control the involuntary spasms that were shaking my body.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered, over and over. “I want you to fuck me. Do it, Tommy. Oh, please, god, fuck me!
Slowly he began pushing my legs over my head and down toward the bed. Every muscle in my body, especially my ass, was stretched as tight as could be and by then Tommy was pounding his hips against my butt faster and harder than ever before.
The pleasure was incredibly intense and I was begging him to push in deeper and deeper although the truth is there was no way his thrusting could have gone any deeper by then. Every thrust was bringing him as deep as he could possibly go.
He pressed forward once, pulled back, then pressed forward again, burying himself deep inside me. It was the most intense experience of my life and I was totally exhausted by the time his body went tense after one final hard thrust, then exploded, exploded again and kept on exploding inside me.
“Yes,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck, yes! I’m cumming, Andy,” were the last words I remember hearing as Tommy copulated inside me. Just hearing him say that caused me to ejaculate as well.
I could feel his spurts as they happened, could feel the condom stretch to contain them, could feel my own cock exploding again and again. And now it was payback time and Tommy groaned when I tightened the muscles in my ass rapidly several times, then relaxed them, draining him completely.
I smiled when his eyes rolled back ever so slightly, then welcomed him with a kiss when he collapsed on top of me and just lay there smiling at me.
Both of us were breathing deeply and rapidly. It took a while to recover, but neither of us said anything once we had. We just lay there facing each other, smiling at one another.
“I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, Tommy,” I finally muttered, softly.
“It was awesome, Andy, totally awesome,” he replied. “What did you like best?”
“You did it, Tommy,” I responded, “at least you did it for me. All my life I’ve been looking for someone special with whom I could share some real intimacy, the kind of intimacy that’s so intense and so real I can’t even begin to explain it. Just now, when you came inside me, I’ve never felt closer to anyone.”
“What did you like most about it?” I asked.
“I liked everything about it, Andy,” he responded. “I think that might have been the most powerful cum I’ve ever had; and absolutely the best feeling ever too. The whole thing was totally awesome. But what I liked most was that it was the two of us doing it together. That’s what made it special for me.”
“I just wish we didn’t have to use a condom,” he said. “It would be so cool right now if I knew all those little dudes of mine were scurrying around inside you, asking themselves, where the hell is the egg, man.”
I couldn’t help myself and burst out laughing. It was classic Tommy and one of the things I loved about him so much.
The two of us quieted down again after that and I figured he would fall asleep, but he didn’t. Instead, we just lay there staring at one another in silence.
“So now you know why you’re like Teddy,” Tommy finally said, smirking at me. “Only better; and I never thought I would say that.”
“Oh, is that what you were doing tonight?” I asked, pretending to be shocked. “Pretending I was Miss Teddy and you were fucking him tonight? If you were, you must have been disappointed, that’s for sure, because I’m certainly not as young or as cute as that boy.”
“Nope, not at all,” he responded. “You’re not as young and you’re not as cute, as least not little boy cute like Teddy, but you’ll do just fine. Tonight was all about you, Andy; the person I love, not someone else.”
Hearing him finally say it in a way he was comfortable with came as a shock, but I decided to just let it be.
And I love you too, Tommy. I love you so much and always will.
“You said you never felt closer to anyone than to me just now,” he continued. “Well, the thing is, I’ve never felt more comfortable with anyone in my life than I did with you tonight. I felt totally comfortable, totally fulfilled. I hope you felt the same way.”
“I did,” I replied, after thinking about it for a moment.
“While it was happening, it just felt so right to me. You seemed totally happy and I was totally happy. I wish it could be like that all the time.”
“Maybe it can be, Andy,” Tommy replied. “Maybe it can be, at least once we get my stuff moved over here.”
[End of Part IV]