Date: Sun, 7 Dec 2008 16:00:51 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: TOM AND TOMMY

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS
PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.

I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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TOM AND TOMMY



by



G. Cutter



Introduction (or is it a Preface).

A Celebrity story is one that 'occurs', at least to me it does. It comes
out of the blue but is always triggered Funnily enough this one came to me
as I was watching a Clive Barker which I'd hired and then found out I'd
seen before, hence the disinterest. I have my PC monitor on the same line
of sight as my TV and my screensaver of young men paraded across the screen
as I lounged back in my chair thinking deep thoughts. In fact, I was
sitting there with a totally blank mind which happens more and more as I
get older. The images moved across my monitor slowly, Tom Daley in a few
diving poses, nice body - Shannon from Oz, nicer body if a lot more of a
man - Thomas Sangster - childlike but rather sweet and incredibly good in a
Dr Who I'd seem some time back. It was then that I thought about age or
ages, another of my preoccupations and quite normal now in my own advancing
years. Tom Daley, around fourteen, maybe fifteen now. Tommy Sangster who
I'd seen recently in The Last Legion and now seventeen but possibly
eighteen as I recalled. What a pair... and a shorty short was born. Ta ra
ra ! (trumpet flourish there).


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Tom stretched his legs in the minivan grateful to be out of the classroom
and out and about for the day at least it was Friday and he had a weekend
clear. There was still three months to go to the Olympics and he was on a
relaxation period, which meant that his coaches had given him a two week
spell free of diving, then it was back to the grindstone.  His school had
been offered a tour of the newly commissioned Plymouth Film Studios to the
north of Plymouth , unfortunately the group was limited to one master with
ten pupils but his name had come up in the draw and here he was. Of course,
the regular whingers had claimed a foul but his name had been drawn by
totally fair means and he was thick skinned enough by now to ignore
them. He'd already carved his name into the world of sport and he wasn't
finished yet. Most of them were headed for the dole queue. Maybe an
arrogant and cruel thought but if they tried harder who knew where they
might go... It was upto them and nothing was gained without sacrifice and a
lot of hard work. He had very strong views for his age but not every
fourteen year old was picked to attend the Olympics and in Bieijing - wow!.

'I hope this is worth it,' his companion also fourteen griped. 'It's taking
hours.'

'It is a fair way out of town, Jim,' Tom answered. 'Worstways, it's a day
out and a free lunch.'

'Suppose so,' Jim Robbins sniffed gazing from the rain flecked windows. 'We
had to pick a day it decided to piss down.'

'Stop moaning for fuck's sake,' Tom snapped and that ended the
conversation.

They rolled up at the newly built and freshly fenced enclosure right on the
edge of the moors, the guard on the gate did a head count as if it was a
top security gaol and they roolled through to the car park.

Smithers the master in charge got out as another man approached and they
got into conversation whilst the party stood around like spare pricks at a
wedding, little pricks at that, excluding the three girsls quite naturally
who seemed to have developed a case of the giggles already.

The studio man was introduced as Charles Parker and promptly took them out
of the drizzle and into a canteen where they were offered welcome fizzies
and assorted munchies as well as a lecture to get the ball rolling.

The precis of the lecture was that Dartmoor Studios was built and operated
in compeition with Elstree, because of it's location and local scenery it
was far cheaper to operate and local government funds figured in the
equasion. Sensing the kid's mounting boredom Parker pressed on. They would
see the studios in action, the changing rooms and the makeup areas and have
lunch. In the afternoon they would see some demonstrations carried out by
stuntmen and be able to watch some works being filmed and/or
rehearsed. They would leave around three in the afternoon getting them back
shortly after the school had closed. Any questions? No.

A rather limpish start Tom thought but things did get better, they got to
visit a section where props were being made up and the technicians went out
of their way to show the kids how injuries and amputations are achieved on
film. Then the wardrobe section, shoulder holsters for the boys and costume
jewelry for the girls and finally a large open space which had assorted
militaria scattered around.. Naturally the boys split for the German tanks
and armoured cars whilst the girls wandered back to the wardrobe section
fracturing the group but all were admonished to be in the main dining hall
for lunch.

'You can get in the tank or the troop carrier if you want,' a young
stagehand offered and was nearly knocked down in the rush. It was fun and
Tom and the others spent a good hour leaping from one vehicle to the other
with the stagehand watching points. Eventually he took them in for lunch.

The talk over the meal was general, not massively enthusiastic but not a
thumbs down. The afternoon promised to be better. Tom looked around the
cafeteria, it was quite busy and he wondered where everyone came from as
the whole studio seemed quite deserted. He looked over at one table and did
a double take. He recognised a face, possibly a celeb, maybe a star, or
just someone who had appeared in an advertisement. The boy or youth
certainly was familiar.

'Hey, it;'s that kid from Doctor Who some time back... remember the kid who
finishes up in the trenches.' he nudged Jim who was sitting alongside
eating like his life depended on it.

'You're more famous than he is,' Jim sniffed. 'He's a bit actor.'

'I don't think he is,' Tom stared across without trying to be
obvious. 'He's been in other stuff.'

Just then the boy who wasn't the beauty you'e expect from a child star
stared at the school party table for some time and seeing Tom returning his
stare then lifted his hand in a small wave and grinned.

'Jeez, I've scored with a star,' Tom thought and buried his face in his
lunch in sheer embarassment. Was the kid waving at him or at the table
generally? He knew the damn name but couldn't place it. A little kid but so
po faced but he was a damn good little actor in that Doctor Who thingy all
the same and Tom had popped a crush on the spot.

In spite of trying to hang around after the meal they were al dragged away
to watch various advertisements being filmed and some longer and more
frivolous kids stuff being made. Tom was at the back of his little crowd
when he felt a hand on his arm. He span around to see the boy he'd seen at
lunch, the kid jerked his head and Tom followed into the gloom at the rear
of the studio. 'I know you,' the boy grinned. 'You're that brill diver
kid.'

'Tom Daley,' Tom introduced himself not quite believing his eyes. 'I saw
you in Doctor Who.'

'Tommy Sangster,' the boy smiled again returning the handshake but retained
Tom's hand. Tom looked at the kid, Tommy Sangster was clearly older than he
was but no taller and definitely not as muscular.

'I thought you were great,' Tom reddened in a blush. He was supposed to
chat up young ladies not young male stars who may or may not have an
advanced case of dwarfism. Perhaps he's a late developer, Tom thought as
the boy finally let go of his hand.

'You look great up on those boards posing in the skimpies,' Tommy grinned
moving back into the dark. Tom bblushed even more, what the hell was the
kid saying, was he being chatted up?

'Really?' He croaked.

'Really,' the young actor grinned perfectly at ease. 'Damn good body.'

'It's just a body,' Tom laughed nervously feeling things slipping from his
grip. This kid was too much but then again he was hot, he had a cheeky grin
on his normally sullen face and Tom felt he was being led feeds he couldn't
afford to ignore.

'I suppose,' Tommy sniffed and then grinned again. 'I read up on you, you
live in Plymouth.'

'Yeah, right,' Tom smiled back feeling on firmer ground. He had an
overwhelming urge to crush the boy to his chest and slip his tongue through
the sweety's lips but held back. In fact, he was frozen, he could hear the
noise from the stage and could see that his little group were totally
immersed in the action but Tommy had stepped back even further, Tom edged
in.

'I''m booked into a hotel for a pair of weeks, The Grande... you know it.'

'Yeah posh place.'

'I'm not paying the tab,' Tommy laughed softly. 'Room 201 by the way. You
should pop around, we could have a natter about things.'

'That'd be nice.'

'It would be,' Tommy suddenly pulled a card from his pocket and scribbled
on it. 'That's my mobile.'

'Great.'

'You could pop up and visit sometime... like soon.' Tommy looked at Tom and
smiled. We could have fun,' his eyes dropped and it was then that Tom Daley
knew he'd been propositioned. No two ways about it, this sulky and
strangely attractive boy had fed him all he was going to feed. As the old
saying goes. The ball was very firmly in his court.

'Shall I bring my swimmers?' Tom risked it, surely he couldn't have got it
wrong. If Sangster started to panic or flap about he could always claim
that he was misunderstood. Quite the reverse happened. Tom felt a gentle
touch on the front of his school trousers and then his soft mass was
grasped. His turgid meat burst into life, blood rushed down his shaft and
he felt an immediate thickening and hardening.

'Nice one,' Tommy whispered and moved in even closer. 'I prefer no
swimmers,' he whispered and Tom felt warm breath on his face as the boy who
was slightly shorter than he was kissed him on the cheek and then on the
lips. Tom reached out grasping the boys soft bottom and pulling him in
tighter 'Tonight?'

'Just after seven?'

'I'll be waiting.' Tommy chuckled and went as if to bend down and changed
his mind. 'I daren't do anything here? Tonight?'

'Tonight,' Tom agreed.

'Ring me when you're on your way,' Tommy gave Tom's full blow erection a
final squeeze and melted away into the darkness.

'Christ,' Tom staggered back into the light and tacked onto the edge of the
crowd. Had he just imagined that or had it really happened? Unbelievable,
Tommy Sangster, the Tommy Samgster had invited him back to his hotel room
and it wasn't to play bloody canasta.

Tom was very much on the edge of his seat on the way back and even when he
got indoors was nervous. He got quizzed as usual by his father and came
straight out with it. He wanted to go out for two or three hours to visit a
friend staying at The Grande. Naturally enough his dad made a big song and
dance as he normally did but Tom got his own way in the end but only by
promising to be home by ten, there was no school the following day so some
leeway would be allowed but not much. His dad wasn't too happy about him
being out that late at night although it was only a short bus ride from
their house to the town centre and the hotel. Tom had to accept the old man
was right, his face had been seen in many papers and on the TV, he'd be
fair game if he ran into any drunken louts or even a bunch of hoodies out
for a laugh.

Tom was showered, sprayed and arrayed in his best by the time came and
after a last minute lecture from his dad he was on his way. He'd had to
divulge the room number at The Grande to his dad but just hoped and prayed
that he'd be left in peace for this one night at least. The problem with
being a top athlete of his age and with an overprotective and sometime
overbearing father was that he was under closer scrutiny than most. He
could appreciate his dad's concerns but he felt his boyhood slipping
away. At the end of the day there were other things than being the wonder
diver, the best that Britain had to offer. There was a private life and boy
things to do. He had wanked and shared wanks with close friends, of course
he had. He was a red blooded boy but more and more he felt himself being
isolated, he knew a few of the older swimmers in his Club would like to
jump his bones but kept a good distance from them . He smiled as he walked
down to the bus, he didn't have much option with a father like his.

The bus driver recognised him which was another penalty he had to pay even
though he had a baseball cap on and a scarf up around his neck. As he got
off the bus at town centre he dialled his mobile.

'Yes,' Tommy's boyish voice answered.

'Tom. Tom Daley,' he replied.

'Brill,' the other replied. 'Where are you?'

'Standing outside your hotel, be there in a few minutes.'

'Gawd, I've just wet my knickers,' Tommy laughed and switched off. Tom
grinned, the young actor was so camp and so bold. Then again, this night
was made for boldness, he had a healthy suspicion that Tommy didn't just
want to kiss and canoodle, he wanted to go all the way and this suited
Tom. He wanted to see the slighly built and undersized eighteen year old on
his bed, naked and begging for it.

Tom entered the hotel reception and asked where Room 201 was situated. He
was told to go to the second floor and that the room was just off the lift
lobby. Heart in hand he wandered over to the bank of lifts trying to look
the complete man about town, in fact, his nerves were shot to hell and his
intestines felt like a knot in his stomach. 'Jeez, you're sweating, you
pig,' he muttered to himself as the lift ascended. A clonk and a whir
announced his arrival. Thankfully the lobby was empty and there was a glass
covered map on the wall and he soon found 201. He rapped on the door and it
was opened in a second by a beaming Tommy Sangster. Tommy was dressed down
and most certainly informal, he was wearing faded blue cutoffs, a baggy
t-shirt and he had a huge pair of Alvin the Chipmunk slippers on his
feet. All tended to accentuate his skinny build and childlike body.

He beamed and totally at ease with himself grabbed Tom's arm and dragged
the surprised young Olympian into the room. 'Get your coat off, cap,
scarf...' he babbled dancing around like a manic pixy on drugs. 'Here you
go,' he grabbed Tom's discarded clothing and began to hang it
up. 'Important question... how long can you stay?'

'I gotta go at ten at the lastest,' Tom mumbled a trifle bewildered at
Tommy jumping around like a loon.

'Ah,' Tommy paused. 'I thought so, never mind. I've got you for three
hours.'

'I've got you for three hours,' Tom pushed the pace and grabbed the boy's
slender waist pulling Tommy in close feeling the boy's trembling body
through his scanty clothing. Tommy was as nervous as he was.

'So you have,' Tommy grinned and tilted his head up just that little bit
needed for their lips to meet in their second kiss. This time it was less
hurried and less furtive. They were in the security and safety of a hotel
room and the door was locked. 'Oh, my Gawd. You're so strong,' Tommy
groaned as he pressed against Tom feeling the fourteen year old's hardness
through the smart tracksuit he was wearing. He was playing it right,
playing the little queen was turning young Tom on with a vengeance.

Tom groaned as he felt Tommy's hands snake under his jumper and clasp and
stroke his bare flesh, not to be outdone he reached around and grasped
Tommy's firm apple like buttocks, a true bubble butt. The boy tensed under
his hands and then relaxed.

'Let's have a drink,' Tommy broke free red faced and grinning. 'Tell me one
thing, a very private thing.'

'First of all I'm not allowed to drink,' Tom stood there disappointed that
Tommy had split. 'Ask the question.'

'Would you like to make love to me?' Tommy asked in a perfectly calm and
everyday voice as if he was talking about the weather.

'Yeah,' Tom croaked caught offguard for a moment but feeling his erection
straining inside his briefs. He was as hard as a rock, so hard it was
beginning to feel painful.

'Good,' Tommy laughed and took two small bottles from the room's bar. 'Just
one, it's a WKD, all the kids drink them.'

'OK,' Tom took the bottle. 'Just one.'

'Sit on the bed. lover,' Tommy maneuvered Tom around until he backed onto
it and then gave him a gentle push. Tom subsided onto the soft bed and
looked up as Tommy stood above him. As Tommy took a swig from his bottle so
did Tom to have it immediately removed from his hand and placed on the
bedside table. 'Just sit still,' Tommy ordered and knelt to remove Tom's
trainers and socks. Tom looked at the ceiling and then held Tommy's head
lightly ruffling the boy's fashionably unkept fair hair.  'Nice,' Tommy
rubbed the side of his face against Tom's leg but concentrated on untying
the tight laces. Once the footwear was off the rest came easy. He smiled up
as he peeled Tom's socks off and gently held his bare feet. 'And now... for
my party piece.'

'Go on,' Tom moaned, he could feel his overheated organ leaking and that
was a first. He'd had wet dreams in the past but never a waking one. He
felt discomfort but Tommy's hands were on his waistband trying to remove
his tracksuit bottom's Tom lifted his bum off the bed and with a grin of
triumph Tommy tugged the dark blue garment down his prey's legs. He
smoothed the sparse hair on Tom's shins and grasped the bottom hem of Tom's
briefs tugging the thin cotton skimpies down . He noted the dampness of the
garment but he was more interested as Tom's five inches of boy cock popped
free with it's foreskin full retracted and it's glans shiny with cum.

'Beautiful,' Tommy sighed and rested his arms looking at the sturdy staff
facing him and moving slowly to point upto Tom's hip.

'Don't stare at it,' Tom giggled and tried to drag Tommy up onto the bed
but Tommy was playing hard to get, he removed Tom's clothing off over his
feet and then parted the boy's sturdy legs moving inside them grasping the
stiff and fully fleshed out penis and held the hot flesh upright and giving
it a swift liss.

'Jeeezus,' Tom moaned and grabbed Tommy's head.

'Slow down, Tiger,' Tommy laughed and then and only then crawled onto the
bed but up and over Tom's reclining body so that he finished up laying on
top of his young lover. 'Undress me. Tom,' he whispered and kissed again.

Tom felt Tommy's jean clad groin pressing against him and slid his hands
intot he top of the baggy cutoffs feeling the ultra smooth flesh and then
the delicate curve of Tommy's sweet bottom. With a wriggle he managed to
unclip the top and they parted and started to slip down Tommy's writhing
body. Tom gasped as he felt the heat and the stiffness of Tommy's flesh
meet his. They were laying cock to cock and finally he had Tommy's glorious
bottom in his hands. A bum like a ten year old sprang to mind but as this
was Tom's first experience he upgraded to a twelve year old, tampering with
a ten year old seemed a bit nasty somehow. He would never have imagined
that the slender and slight body wriggling agains his was seventeen
although before even seeing it Tommy's erection seemed healthy enough. They
wriggled and writhed around on the bed like small dogs in heat and at last
the t-shirt and Tom's sweat shirt went and they were naked. Just one thing
remained and with a laugh the Alvin the Chipmunk slippers sailed acros the
room.

'Alvin likes to watch,' Tommy smiled as he felt himself being rolled over
so that he was splayed out under the bulkier and stronger body of his
lover.

'He can watch the television,' Tom grunted finally getting belly to belly
with Tommy and rubbing up and down, cock on cock.

'God, you're so strong,' Tommy whispered as he stroked Tom's finely muscled
torso and then he slipped his hands down Tom's back cupping the taut,
finely muscled bum cheeks as they slowly moved. He was in heaven, he had
Tom's diving pictures all over his bedroom wall at home but here was the
boy in the flesh. From his moves and passion it was hard to belive he was
only fourteen and still a schoolboy. The point was would he take the
ultimate step. Tommy parted his legs and felt Tom's hands under his knees
lifting them so that his tiny pucker came into view. That was that question
answered, Tom the young diver knew exactly what he wanted. 'Have you done
this before?' Tommy's voice shook.

'No but we're going to aren't we?'

'Yep,' Tommy grinned and slipped his hand under his pillow recovering the
small tube he had parked there earlier in the evening. He'd hoped and
prayed that Tom Daley was going to go all the way and it seemed his hopes
were being fulfilled. 'Kneel up between my legs...'

Tom knew what was going to happen although he was a bit vague about the
mechanics. If it were left to him he would have just pushed little Tommy's
legs back and thrust and rammed his way into the tiny puckered ring he's
seen twice already. Suddenly he flinched as he felt Tommy Sangsters oiled
hand grasp his cock and begin to massage it and thoroughly work the lube
in. He nearly cum on the spot but held his breath. Tommy was breatjhing
heavily now and his eyes were glazed as he continued his slippery wank and
then casualy swiped his fingers across his hole and folded his knees back
down onto his chest baring his all. 'Jeeeezus...' Tom looked at what was on
offer and gulped. He nervously reached out and pressed against the soft
muscle feeling it yield and then his finger was inside Tommy's hot little
body. Tommy cried out and Tom felt the flesh constrict around him.

'Do it, do it,' Tommy sobbed. 'Don't hurt me.'

Tom Daley wasn't too sure how much of this was a big act, Tommy was an
actor after all and he was seventeen, it wasn't as if he likely to be a
virgin but all the same he leant in and guided his swollen, oil covered and
now oozing flesh to it's target. 'ready?' He croaked.

'Slowly and kiss me when you do it,' Tommy demanded with his cheeky smile
back on his face. 'Take it easy, Muscle Boy.' He rested his hands on Tom's
flexed belly as the younger boy bent in further, kissed and then slowly
pushed. 'Aaaaah...' Tommy's face screwed up as the pressure began, he'd
only done this once before with a young stagehand but he'd forgotten the
initial entry and how painful it had been. This time it was better, he'd
lubed up properly and suddenly he felt his sphincter open and then the mass
of Tommy's well lubricated glans opened him up and started to fill his
hole. 'Whew...'

'Alright, alright?' Tom looked down anxiously as the slender Tommy inpaled
on his stonkingly hard erection, he couldn't have stopped if he'd had
wanted to. He was in the grip of flesh that seemed to be red hot and
clamped on his organ like a vice and then Tommy Sangster smiled. Tom
dropped his head and kissed Tommy's sweet lips and pushed in further
feeling warm flesh surround him and then it was alright. He was firmly
lodge din Tommy's body and there was no going back now.

'Jeez, that's bigger than it looks,' Tommy clamped and then eased on the
youthful spike now filling his arse, the shock of penetration was something
he'd have to get used to but the feeling of being filled with tough meat,
strong and virile boy cock was worth a minor hurt. He clamped his legs on
Tom's back as the young diver began to move in and out. Tom grinned, Tommy
was so small and so slight but he was now inside the older boy and in a
couple of moves he was really in, his small bush of pubics pressed up
against Tommy's tight scrotum and his solid fiver was totally sunken into
the kid's living flesh. Tom had trouble believing the waiflike kid under
him and playing bottom to his top was three years older than he was but he
was and he was quite happy with a schoolboy shag. Tommy wriggled on the
fleshy invader now rubbing against his prostate and grinned up at his
lover. 'Go for it, gimme babies,' he grinned pressing his legs on Tom's
back as the younger boy started to slowly move in and out.

This was Tom's first fuck and he saw spots in front of his eyes, he thought
he was going to black out with the pleasure of taking the smaller Tommy. He
moved in and out of the tightness as Tommy moaned and whimpered and felt
his dick seem to get harder and harder. He had Tommy's legs on his back and
the boy's arms around his neck and really began to fuck. The gentleness was
gone, he began to ram and thrust into Tommy's now well spread pucker
. Tommy's own hardness jerked up and down on his belly as Tom moved and a
clear thread of precum joined his oozing glans to his smooth tummy.

'OH, my Gawd, Tom,' Tommy sighed and clamped his bottom on hot cock as it
ripped in and out of his ring. He'd looked at Tom's posters on his bedroom
wall and imagined the young diver in the nude, he'd then imagined having
sex with his naked hero and now it was all happening. He hadn't reallized
from watching the television that Tom was so strong and the broad chest and
muscular belly had caught him by surprise but he was small framed and
childlike himself so Tom had to appear big. Big and good he hurriedly added
as he felt Tom speed up and the movement within seemed to swell and get
harder if that was possible.

'Tommy, Tommy,' Tom cried out and started to shunt and thwack into his
partner's tautly stretched ring moving himself and his little lover up the
bed and then he came. His first long and juddering surge splatted up into
Tom's silken smooth gut like molten fire and then again, he stopped and
looked down at Tommy as he felt his cock jerk sending a third and a fourth
meaty splat into joint the rest and then he felt the easing and relaxation
as his final surge lazily trickled free. Tommy clung to him in a death grip
and he slowly lay on the boy belly to belly again feeling Tommy's hardness
poking him in the belly. Tom gazed into Tommy's eyes and the boy stared
back an expression of complete satisfaction on his face but Tom felt he had
to reward somehow and in a way he'd never ever envisaged. He kissed Tommy
on the lips and started to withdraw downwards kissing the boy's throat, his
bony collar bones and his almost invisible nipples and all the while he
went lower his cum smothered penis slowly slid free until if oozed from
Tommy's battered ring.

'Tom,' Tommy wailed a protest but now Tom had the boy's straining stiffness
in his hand and peeling the foreskin back he made sure the gleaming glans
was totally free before sinking his mouth over the succulent morsel. 'Tom,'
the smaller boy made a final moan as he felt his aching cock being engulfed
by wet lips and a warm gently sucking mouth. 'Ooooh, Tom,' he shuddered as
he felt Tom reach under as his legs came down to clasp his slippery
buttocks and then start to duck and dive in his hot cock.

Tommy fell silent at last as he lay back, Tom was moulding and grasping his
firm little buttocks, the buns he'd just pentrated but now he was sinking
his mouth over Tommy's rampant cock. The kid might have been small of
stature and skinny but his penis was normal for a seventeeny and on a par
with Tom's own. It was paler skinned but he had heavy balls which were
drawn up tightly into his scrotum and Tom knew that his little pal wasn't
going to last and he didn't.

'Tom, Tom, Tom...' Tommy cried out and thrust himself deep into Tom's
throat as he blasted a pent up climax of thick creamy teeny spunk deep down
into Tom's throat. If Tom had been inclined to spit it out he couldn't, he
gagged and swallowed and then took deep sucks on Tommy's wilting
popsicle. The kid was done and even after all this Tom thought of Tommy as
a kid... his kid.

'Wow, that was fantastic,' Tommy lay there as Tom crawled up alongide and
gently kissed. 'Yeauchy, I can taste my own cum.'

'Tastes alright to me,' Tom laughed. 'I gotta make a move.' They say time
flies when you're having fun.

'I was thinking...' Tommy spoke hesitantly. 'Saturday tomorrow.'

'Yeah,' Tom laid back and looked at the ceiling, He had a good idea what
was coming.

'I was wondering...'

'Get on with it,' Tom laughed.

'Do you want to come around tomorrow, we could have lunch in the hotel
restaurant and you could stay through. We could have all afternoon and the
evening together.'

'Mmm...' Tom lifted Tommy's flaccis penis and kissed the tip now covered
with it's wrinkled little foreskin. Come to think of it it wasn't that tiny
and he peeled it back exposing the shiny coral pink head again and licked
it. 'Sounds good,' he glanced up at Tommy. 'I'll give you a bell tomorrow
morning... one thing though.'

'What's that?' Tommy asked as Tom started to suck again.

'You fuck me for starters.'


				  THE END


I was going to continue this but I don't want to overextend it. Tom Daley
and Tommy Sangster will guest in one of my upcoming 'The Sarah Jane Boys',
probably #4 or #5

You can catch up on both boys with You Tube. Both seem reasonably stable,
well spoken and mannered in their little films. I would very much doubt
they would get up to such antics that I've portrayed but I do clearly state
FICTION in my regular warning/header. Then again, who knows.

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