Excerpts from the book 'Out of His Shell-How to Raise a Socially Confident Boy'

Tip #6-Stop being a "helicopter parent." He cannot expand his horizons with you hovering in sight at all times.

Tip #12-Give your son the opportunity to make choices. Now. No, not tomorrow. Now.

Tip #22-Kids dress differently than you did at his age. Just like you dressed differently than your parents.

Mrs. Janice Pertbunz hummed as she hustled around her dressing room. Looking into the mirror she liked the image reflecting back at her. Light colored gray eyes adorned her face with dark lashes, a pert nose and shiny lips which she was busy glossing at the moment. Finishing that task she took a critical look sideways, adjusting her boobs a bit in her bra and frowned as she tightened her tummy. Still, not bad, she thought, for a thirty year old mom. It was her date night and she blushed a little thinking of the young man who would be collecting her soon. She had fudged her age just a teensy bit on her profile, well a fair amount. Didn't everybody?

"Tommy! Are you ready to go?" She yelled impatiently upstairs at her ten year old son.

"But moooom these clothes!" The boy's nasally voice grated on Janice's nerves. The boy was really impossible these days!

"Get dressed NOW!" she said sharply. She had lost all her patience with his constant procrastination. What had become of her sweet little baba that she used to adore? Now it was just whine, whine, whine. She thought back to her short time with the boy's father. He certainly hadn't acted like this little pansy. No way! She had fallen head over heels for the handsome virile man and married him the minute she realized she had missed several periods. They had tried to make a go of it together. He was independently wealthy and they looked good together, but alas, in the end they had gone their separate ways. The large monthly alimony checks had certainly helped heal her young broken heart and she had eagerly sought out solace in the arms of other virile young men. Especially on visitation weekends.

"But mom, they are too tight!" Tommy's voice had gone up an octave and came out as a screech.

"Young man get dressed and get down here or you will miss the bus!" she snapped sharply. "If I have to come up after you, you will be very sorry!" She frowned into the mirror. When had he become so churlish? Making a big fuss over his clothes for god's sake! At his age? Why, at his age a "yes mam" is all he should be saying. The boy's father would be a good influence this weekend, maybe she spoiled him too much! He was getting to be a picky eater too……yes that was it she would have to be more firm with the boy!

She was proud that she had an amiable relationship with her ex. Not like the hate fests her girlfriends had. None of that! The money helped of course. Really helped. They even exchanged Christmas cards! Why her friend Rachael would rather sit on a knife than do something thoughtful like a card. Oh she hated her ex with a passion! The stories she had! Not she and Jed, though. He even provided the boy a set of clothes, toys and everything for "his" weekends. Not that the boy was grateful! Not him! Oh no, he whined about not wanting to go, about his father and his friends and just whine, whine whine. She was going to have to put her foot down with him. He was turning into a spoiled brat!

"Tommy get dressed NOW!" She said again, pleased with her more authoritative tone.

"Yes, mom," his voice squeaked back. That was more like it.

She finally heard the slow pat of footsteps coming slowly down the steps. She looked at the boy critically. While it was very thoughtful of her ex to provide the clothes for him to wear for the bus trip over, she personally would have had him wear something else. No, she wouldn't go down that rabbit hole and start criticizing her ex at every turn, that was not her style! No, the clothes would be just fine. It was so hot out Jed was probably just thinking of the heat when he picked out the clothing. His choice of colors though…..no, she wasn't going to go there.

"Moooom do I have ta gooooo?" the boy whined again.

Janice exhaled sharply so as to not snap at the boy. "Yes," She snapped at him anyway, "you are late and the bus will be here any minute!"

She hurriedly tried to do something with his mop of blonde hair. He really did need a haircut. No matter what she did it still flopped over his bright blue eyes. "Here," she said handing him a scribbled note. "Your directions." It was so quaint how Jed tried to make a game of it from the start of the visits. He set up the trips over to his place like a scavenger hunt, one clue at a time. Not that the boy appreciated his efforts. She sighed again. "You might smile once in a awhile, your father goes to a lot of trouble to try to make this fun for you. It wouldn't hurt for you just to enjoy yourself for a change."

With that she pushed the reluctant boy out the door toward the bus stop.

Watching him walk down to the bus she had a pang of motherly worry. He was so small looking! Maybe he was too young to be on the bus by himself. She sighed. She knew Jed was probably trying to make him more mature, and he did need that. The outfit he had sent over for him to wear on this visit was after-all a set of biking shorts and tank top. So he obviously intended to get him out riding. I mean how long had it been since the boy had done anything physical? He was such a loner, not like the other neighborhood boys, always out playing ball and other rough and tumble games. When had Tommy EVER even scratched his knee playing? She shook her head with worry. Yes, spending 'dad' time was just what he needed. She closed the door and hurried off to get ready for her midday date, Tommy temporarily forgotten. She twirled in front of the mirror again. Could she pass for twenty three?

The boy had to wait only a few minutes for bus number six to arrive. He hopped on and said a polite hello to Mr. James the bus driver. He tried not to stare at the brightly clad boy. "Kids these days," he muttered under his breath. The biking shorts were much too short and tight, highlighting the boy's ass cheeks in neon yellow. The matching tank top only covered his skinny chest leaving his navel exposed.

The boy remembered his father's words and walked to the back of the bus, passing the half-filled seats with elderly ladies with their bulky packages. "Hello Mrs. Fuester," he said in his singsong voice as he passed.

"Hello, dear," she replied, not remembering his name but thinking to herself, "what a nice little boy."

It was a rougher crowd near the back seats. He hesitated a moment but miraculously a space appeared between two twenty somethings with obscure tattoos and caps cocked backwards on their heads.

"Where ya headed little champ," the man closest to him asked.

"To my daddy's," Tommy hated how his voice squeaked when he was nervous.

Without hesitating the gangsta guys on either side of him had their hands on his thin bared legs, crudely petting them. The one on the left was feeling up his crotch through the thin material. Oh how he wished he had on full length pants! He tried to pull away but they pulled him right back on his seat.

"And where does pretty boy's daddy live?" one of the men crooned.

Tommy was already flustered and the bus had barely gone six blocks! He pulled out his instructions from his dad. He always made it like a game. The first set of instructions led to the second set of instructions and so on. He read the note out loud. "Go to the Green River park entrance on 62^nd Street. Your next instruction will be in the men's room near the gate, second stall."

The guys smirked and laughed to each other. "This here boy agoin to the dirtiest ole toilets this side of the City! Why us guys will hafta help make sure you get there all safe and sound, ya want that boy?" one of them said.

"Uh, er sssure," he squeaked, even though it was the last thing he wanted.

The guys laughed again and the other said in a protective tone, "Why it is really no bother, son. We will take time out of our busy schedules to help you out." That elicited even more peals of laughter.

Tommy sat, frozen in his seat. Oh how he wished his father had just driven over and picked him up!

His seatmates were pretty freely feeling him up for the rest of the ride. Knowing their bulk blocked the view from other riders they had full access to the boy's legs and chest. Tommy felt four rough hands all over his legs and thigh. His tank top was scootched up and he felt their hands grabbing and twisting his titties.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed.

They backed off for a moment before he felt his shorts being pulled down a few inches affording the guys access to his little jewels. THAT didn't feel good! The twisting and prodding continued. He even felt a finger probe his anus momentarily before the bus slowed and the driver called "62^nd Street!"

Tommy hastily straightened up his shorts and top as he exited the bus. Glumly, as he expected, he heard the thump of the footsteps of his seatmates as they exited with him along with another man Tommy had not noticed sitting behind them.

"Why there might be dirty ole men at a place like this," one crooned. "We gotta watch out for ya!"

The other two nodded their assent, they all adjusted their crotches as they walked.

It was just a few hundred yards to the toilets. The new man took Tommy's hand. "Here, I'll help ya find your note." He swung the timid boy into stall number two and latched the door. Tommy spotted just behind the toilet paper was a folded note. He grabbed it and turned to leave.

"Not so fast," the man hissed, his breath smelling of stale beer. "Don't ya owe me something for all my good help?"

The man sat Tommy on the toilet seat so that the boy was eye level with his stained crotch. He quickly pulled down his pants exposing what at some point must have been white briefs. Tommy wrinkled his nose at the smell wafting from the man, a mixture of stale unwashed man smell and the urine soaked briefs.

With another flick, the man's cock was exposed right in front of Tommy's perfect teeth and mouth.

The man's two buddies who had been left outside the stall to guard against nosy interference, grinned at each other when they heard the sloppy slurping sounds from inside the thin door. Soon their friend was grunting and encouraging the boy. "Damn fine mouth, ya got kid, try getting more in," before going back to grunting his satisfaction.

Maybe it was fear of getting caught but he didn't hold out for long before he grunted more loudly and hissed, "take my load you little slut, I'm gonna shoot right down your gullet!" With a bellow and a groan he finally fell silent, breathing heavily. "Get the fuck out of there so we can have a turn," the guy closest to the door hissed.

Red faced, the gangsa punk slipped out of the stall and the next slipped in. It took Tommy a half hour to empty the balls of the other two. The last man crudely shot his load all over the boy's pretty hair, laughing as he did so. "Take that, you little cock tease," he hissed. Tommy got up to leave. "Not so fast, the punk said, his cock shriveling. Grinning at the now messy boy he let a built up well of piss explode into Tommy's half open mouth. The boy was sputtering and gagging as the laughing man sprinted out of the latrine with his buddies. "Ya shoulda seen his face!" he laughed as they ran.

Tommy was torn between trying to clean up or get away from this awful place. His stomach was churning from all the cum he had swallowed and his face and hair was a sticky mess. He went to the sinks and rolled off some paper towel, dabbing some of the urine off and rinsing his mouth with the water.

"Need some help little fella?" A kindly voice rang from behind him.

Without waiting for Tommy to answer the man, a middle aged business suited type whisked the boy back into stall number 2. Grinning as he unzipped he said, "I think you know what I want."

This time, after swallowing another big load Tommy headed straight towards the bus stop. He wasn't going to risk trying to clean up here!

He glanced sullenly at his note but waited dutifully for bus number 20. His tummy was churning and his mouth was icky with the mixed taste of the men's pee and goo. He wiped his mouth on his tank top, but it didn't help much. His hair was now sticky to the touch. He grimaced again. He knew his daddy was just trying to make him more independent by taking the bus but he hated it!

He had tried in the past to tell his dad how men treated him but he was always just brushed off. "Don't be silly, little man! Those men are just trying to be nice and help you on your route. If your mother hadn't turned you into such a pansy ass you wouldn't need help, you would just come straight here!"

He always laughed off Tommy's whining entreaties to just come and pick him up in his big car.

"How else am I gonna toughen you up?' He had even proffered a copy of a book he had been referencing 'Overprotected! How Today's Youth Will Be Tomorrow's Problems.'

He had quoted from page 34- "Travel on public transportation is a great confidence builder and quite safe."

His mother hadn't been any more receptive to his entreaties. When he had tried to tell her about the horrible men on a bus ride she had snapped, "can't you see I am busy?" She had appeared to be picking at a loose eyebrow hair in the mirror. "And watch that whinny tone young man!"

Tommy glumly got on the next bus that pulled up. It was a crowded bus, loaded with mid-day shoppers. Slowly he worked his way to the back, only to see that there were no seats. He ignored the wrinkled noses as he squeezed past each rider, determined to get straight to his destination without any more delay. THEN he could get cleaned up and enjoy spending time with his daddy!

"There is room here." The voice was flat and commanding. It was an order, not an invitation. He glanced up. A heavily built man of mixed race looked at him. Indicating the spot by his side. Tommy couldn't see an empty seat but unsure of himself, started over to the man. The man, casually as if he was swatting a fly wrapped his big arm around him and swept the boy onto his lap.

"Where ya headed, little cutie," the man hissed.

Tommy pulled out the paper he had retrieved from the last stop. "43^rd Street stop," he said.

"Oh, the YMCA building, you meeting someone there?"

"I don't think so the note just says room 321," Tommy said. He realized his mistake and clapped his hand over his mouth.

"Well, well little one, I better make sure you get there safe. There are so many dirty old pervs in the world!" He laughed heartily at his own joke. "Here, stay on my lap so you don't rub on anyone else, you smell terrible! Don't your parents teach you how to clean up after yourself?"

Tommy sat meekly on the big man, feeling a big bulge form in the man's pants under his bottom. He tried to wiggle off the hard lump but the man kept him firmly pinned. He resigned himself to his uncomfortable perch for the rest of the trip.

"Excuse me, this is my stop," Tommy said politely. He felt the big arm release him as he hopped off and headed towards the door. Exiting the bus he looked eagerly towards his destination. The Y! He had loved some of his visits here with his daddy. Swimming at the pool and watching his daddy work out in the weight room. Glancing over his shoulder he saw the big man following him up the stairs. "Just making sure you get there safely," the man said in reply to the boy's questioning look.

"I am fine and my daddy is here, I am sure of it," the boy said stoutly.

None the less the big man followed him up to the front desk.

"May I help you?" A young attendant looked down at Tommy with a cheerful expression.

"Yes, the key to room 321." Tommy tried to keep his voice down so no one else would overhear them.

"Oh," the attendant said jovially. "Did you say room 321? Here is the key to room 321, up the stairs on the third floor and to the left. Hmmm, here is a message for room 321 as well. It says 'your ride will be here at 5pm." The attendant looked at his watch. "Why it is only half past 3 right now so just wait in the room I guess." He handed Tommy the old fashioned key.

The dozen men within hearing distance of the desk seemed to be suddenly concentrating on the tacky art displayed on the wall.

The big man from the bus cleared his throat. "Sonny I better make sure you get to your room ok. There are some unsavory characters around these parts." He took Tommy protectively by the arm.

The nice attendant looked up at the two. "My word you are right. Thank you for looking out after this fine young man. I get off shift at 4 and I will look in on him as well. Just can't be too careful these days! Next please."

"Er, thank you but I really don't need help," Tommy tried.

"Nonsense!" the big man said." I really don't mind helping out at all. We can't have little boys like you running around places like this unattended. You might get into trouble." He laughed at his own joke while the other men grinned back at him good naturedly. One slapped the big man on the back. "I can check in on him too."

The big man steered Tommy towards the stairs. Up they went. Tommy had no control over where he was going. A big beefy hand was on his shoulder the whole time.

All too soon they stood in front of the door to room 321. Like the whole place it was a bit beat up looking. The door had peeling paint and there was graffiti on the hall wall. Hesitantly Tommy inserted the key and the door creaked open. The simple room had only an old fashioned single bed and a bed stand. One broken chair was the only other furniture.

"Well, well looks like the attendant was right. Your pa ain't here. Guess we will have to wait it out."

Tommy nodded his head and sat on the seat hoping for the best.

"And, I suggest you wait naked. Get out of those smelly clothes!"

Tommy just sat there. He hadn't been in this scary of a situation going to his dad's before and didn't know what to do.

"NOW" The man's voice was calm but menacing.

Two of the men from the lobby had slipped in quietly, watching the show.

In one motion the big man lifted Tommy with one arm and slipped his yellow biker shorts off with the other. His trainers came off with them leaving his privates dangling in the open air. Tommy automatically cupped his hand over them protectively. The tank top stayed on.

The big man, still holding him aloft, watched his feeble efforts at modesty and laughed. "Ya ain't got nothing worth hiding anyway kid."

Still holding the boy, the man rummaged through the small end table with his free hand. "Well what the hell," he said disgustedly. "You would think that a place like this would have lube in their rooms." He looked at the two onlookers. "Would one of you mind rounding up some oil or something? Maybe some water or soda while you are at it."

He nodded his head towards the other man. "Come here and get your cock sucked."

He hissed at Tommy, "From the smell and looks of you," he intentionally fingered the boy's sticky hair, "you know EXACTLY what to do, don't you?"

Tommy nodded and quickly scootched his naked butt over to the man. This didn't bother him. It was the big man's intentions he was worried about. With no hesitation he engulfed the man's proffered stiffening penis and sucked, if not enthusiastically, energetically.

The man was soon grunting and thrusting into Tommy's throat, occasionally making him gag. Soon the cock in the boy's mouth swelled and turned purple before throbbing and sending jets of cum spurting into Tommy. Several more men from the lobby had sidled in, and one quickly offered his cock as a replacement to the first man's.

The boy had sucked down two more loads before the man, panting from the exertion of running up three flights of stairs returned. In one hand was a bottle of cooking oil and in the other a six pack of coke. All I could find he said apologetically. The man at Tommy's head was panting just as hard unloaded his deposit in the boy's mouth.

Tommy's tummy was a bit pooched out and gurgling now from all the man juice he had swallowed.

The big man pushed the others aside and quickly dropped his pants. He left his own shirt on as well as his socks. "Ya ever been fucked, kid?" he asked abruptly. The man was not one to waste words.

Tommy looked at him quizzically.

"You know in the ass, you stupid kid." He was rubbing the oil on Tommy's butt making it feel all funny and cold.

"Men have poked their fingers in me, and one stuck some kind of vegetable from their bag in me on the bus one time," he remembered.

"Well, Tommy my boy you are in for quite a treat then," the man smirked. "It will teach ya to invite strangers into your room like this."

But I didn't invite…….I didn't want," he stammered.

The big man had Tommy now on his back at the edge of the rickety bed. He grunted in satisfaction. On his knees it was a perfect height and not a bad angle. His cock head was already up against Tommy's oily bottom. "Maybe you do want this, you just don't know it," he hissed. "Maybe I am doing you a favor."

The man's tool was massive. Nine inches and as big around as Tommy's arm. The look of fear in Tommy's eye clearly showed he didn't think the man was doing him a favor. His back was arched trying to retreat away but the man pressed on, the bulbous head slowly starting its entry. Tommy tried to shriek but a man's hand quickly clamped over his mouth. Ever so slowly the massive cock continued to force its way in. At the half way point it looked like he could go no further and the men held their breath with anticipation. The big man pulled partway back out and added a larger dollop of oil. Then with a grunt and a hard shove he pushed his way all the way in, completely impaling the boy. A rough cheer went up from the on-looking men. "Fuck, him, fuck him", they chanted.

The big man ignored them concentrating on his cock and the boy. Letting his cock rest deep inside the boy, the anus slowly stretched, accepting the conquering invader. When he felt the boy was ready he slowly started thrusting in and out of the once virginal butt, eventually picking up speed. Tommy had tears streaming down his cheeks but it wasn't hurting as much.

The big man carefully fucked him a bit harder and then feeling his balls start to boil, backed off and rested again deep inside the boy. Tommy started to get used to the rocking rhythm, his head lolling back and forth. Finally after about 20 minutes the big man let out a roar and unloaded his balls deep inside the boy. Both were panting hard as he withdrew with a plop.

A collective "wow" came from the ragged group.

Tommy didn't get too much of a break as another cock was placed in front of his mouth. He sucked tiredly.

The young attendant, just off work skipped into the room next. "Did I miss anything?" He asked eagerly.

The big man grinned at the young man as he dressed quickly and slipped out the door, "he is just ready for his second fuck," he quipped.

Tommy was still sucking a fat cock when he felt the attendant's cock clumsily probing around his rectum. As it slid in he hardly felt any pain and just a bit of pleasure. He could tell by the feel it was a nice slim model, and the young man fucked him eagerly and quickly. By the time he came the boy was thrusting back into him, enjoying the feeling of fullness. It didn't take long before the young man, grunting and thrusting hard, shot his load into the boy's small ass. The attendant pulled up his pants and scampered out of the room and clattered down the stairs followed by the other men.

Suddenly it was quiet in the room. The boy glanced at the old fashioned clock. Almost 5pm! He was a gooey soggy mess. Slowly he pulled his trainers back on and the yellow bike shorts over them. He went over to the bed and tried to wipe some of the stains and gunk off of himself. He sighed. It was pretty hopeless to try to look presentable.

At exactly 5pm there was a light rap on the door. A man in a suit popped his head in. "I am Jim, a friend of your dad's", he said cheerfully. "Sorry for the wait I just got off work. Hope you got some rest while you waited."

Without waiting for an answer he held his hand out and hand in hand they walked to Jim's car.

Minutes later they were at his father's door. "TOMMY! My big boy!" Grinning the big handsome man hugged his boy and swung him around the room. "WOW, we are going to have such a fun weekend! Did you find my notes ok?"

"Yes, but……." Tommy teared up. "There were some mean men this time!"

Jed ruffled his son's sticky hair. "Nonsense boy, you are here in one piece aren't you? You just need to go by bus more often to get more confident!"

He sniffed. "My son, you are a mess! Let's get you cleaned up. Must be from all the playing outside you have been doing." With that he led the lithe boy into the shower and helped him lather up.

Later, all clean and in his jammies little Tommy did feel much better. He and his dad had a great game of Uno spin before tiredly going off to bed. The trip over just seemed like a distant dream as he snuggled into his comfy Star Wars blankets and drifted off to sleep.

He was in a deep slumber when his dad shook him awake the next morning. Rubbing his eyes he was looking straight up at his daddy as he awoke. He broke into a big smile and his dad, dressed in a tee and boxers fixed him a big breakfast of waffles.

As he sat there watching his daddy in the kitchen he caught himself trying to peak at his own daddy's package. Every once in awhile he could just see a glimpse of his junk as it would swing around. He could tell there was plenty there before he averted his eyes embarrassed. After yesterday seeing so many cocks of all shapes and sizes he was curious, that's all, just curious.

"Son, better get dressed," his towering father said cheerfully. "We have a big day planned!"

Soon the duo were off to their favorite place the Car Plaza, full of cars on display, and of course bumper cars. It was a heady rush smashing into each other. Laughing they took a break at the soda booth. Jed hugged his son. "You got the best hit in of all time!" he bragged. "About killed me!" They ate burgers and watched others have their turn at the game.

Jed glanced at his watch. "Son we gotta roll."

"Where are we off to next dad?" Tommy asked as they headed towards the exit.

"I set up a play date for you, Tommy." He looked at his son seriously. "I am worried about you boy. The school and even your mom say you are not socializing enough. Too much time by yourself."

"But, but."

"So I set up a play date with someone closer to your own age. I will drop you off and pick you up when his father calls to let me know you are done playing."

"That should take about 5 minutes," Tommy grumped. Nothing worse than getting dumped off with some other kid he didn't know.

"No arguments, Tommy and really, son try to get along this time. I am sure if you give it a chance you will be best of friends!"

They drove in silence. Soon they had stopped in front of a modest house on the other side of the City. "Here you go champ! I will see you later!" With that his dad drove off.

Slowly, ever so slowly Tommy walked up the sidewalk and pressed the bell.

"Ring!"

"Come in!" A middle aged man cheerfully waved him in. A glowering boy of about 15 stood behind him.

"Tommy this is my son Billy, Billy meet Tommy. Come in and get comfortable."

Tommy looked quizzically at the boy wondering what he, a 10 year old could possibly have in common with this hulking 15 year old. I mean, wasn't that like 35 dog years?

"So, the father said conversationally, "Billy here is having dating issues."

"Daaad!" Billy wailed embarrassed.

The man ignored him. That is why we invited you over. You could pretend to be his date. Play Date. Get it?" He laughed at his own joke. He saw the look of incredulity on Tommy's face. "Oh you thought it was a PLAY date, as in playing! Now what in the world would you and Billy have in common to play together?"

He ushered the boy into a back room. "So now we need to get you dressed for the part. Here are some dresses to choose from. Take your time and get changed." With that he left the bewildered boy alone in the room of obviously a younger sister. Girl stuff everywhere. Pink dresses, flowery blouses and stockings galore.

Tommy wandered about the room looking over the clothes in awe. He felt a tingle of excitement. He really wanted to try on these things! Maybe not to wear them in front of the odd man and Billy but just for himself.

He stripped his clothes off and dumped them on the bed. Rooting through the underwear drawer he fingered the soft cloth lovingly. Picking out a frilly silky pair he slipped them on. They felt awesome against his skin! Eager now he found a training bra and fumbling, snapped it on. Sorting through the dresses he critically held up several before picking out a reddish hued floral design. Slipping it on it felt just right. The sister must be about his size.

Last he pulled back his long blonde hair and placed a matching bow in it. Looking over the makeup he chose a bright red lipstick and applied some. Pleased with the result he added a bit more. Stockings were next followed by black pumps.

He felt a tingling excitement as he left the room. The man and boy looked at him with shocked awe. Billy stammered, "Tommy, you, you are beautiful!"

Tommy felt a surge of satisfaction and without planning purred out, "Today it is Tammy to you big boy." The father grinned a big grin looking at the two. "Your turn next Billy get dressed up a bit for the young lady."

Billy hastily changed into an ill-fitting suit. "That's more like it," his dad said gleefully.

"Now here is the thing," the man said to Tommy. "My boy is a virgin and a clutz around girls and needs some practice. There is a girl he wants to ask out and, yes seduce, but he doesn't have a clue how to go about it. Let's get to work!"

"First is kissing, Billy kiss Tommy er Tammy."

Billy reached over and planted a peck on the boy's cheek.

"No, no, bad, wrong. Here like this," he instructed. "Gently hold her chin gaze into her eyes and softly kiss her lips, like this." Billy's dad held Tommy and looked deeply into his eyes and kissed him. Following suit Billy did the same. Tommy had to admit it was a nice first kiss. Practicing the first kiss over and over they moved on to French kissing.

"For this, a gentle swoosh with the tongue followed by more and more persistent tongue action. This is why you brush your teeth before a date." The boys giggled.

They spent a full hour on kissing lessons before they moved onto first and second base. The dad showed Billy how to slowly move his hand on his/her thigh and work a hand into the bra. Much time was spent on the bra strap. "More boys stay virgins because of these dastardly things than any other," the father declared. The boys giggled again. They were both having fun learning the art of seduction.

Billy was really getting the hang of petting and kissing. Tommy felt butterflies in his tummy as the boy caressed and held him. The father gave encouraging comments from time to time. "Billy, a little lighter touch, you don't want to scare her off, start verbalizing too, say nice things in her ear."

Tommy felt Billy's hands on his chest now that the bra was off. "You are so beautiful," he murmured. Tommy felt a shiver go up his spine. Billy had his shirt off now too and Tommy was able to feel the boy's sturdy chest. He lowered his hands, running over and around the boy's cloth covered butt.

"So far so good," the father said huskily. "Let's move into the bedroom now."

"Once you have your date in the bedroom," he instructed, "she has pretty much consented. Time to step it up."

The boys were ignoring him and were back to passionately kissing. The man left the room for some coffee. Returning an hour later, the two, flush faced and locked in embrace were still exploring each other's bodies. "Ask her if it is ok to undress her," he instructed quietly.

"Can I? May I slip off your dress and kiss you more?" Billy asked in an imploring tone. Tommy nodded eagerly. He was loving learning this game of seduction.

Billy slipped off his dress, leaving him in his panties on the big bed. Following his father's instructions he nibbled and teased around Tommy's little prick and hairless balls, making it tingle and throb. "Use that tongue, boy," the father said huskily. "Make her feel good."

Tommy moaned with pleasure.

"Start planning your next move, son, get your own pants off."

Tommy held Billy tight. "Not yet" he moaned, not yet."

The father left the room again. This time for a beer. It was taking longer than he had planned.

When he returned it was obvious disaster had struck. Both boys were sitting in the bed not looking at each other. Billy looked crestfallen. A wet spot was slowly spreading on his white shorts. He was the victim of the teen curse-premature ejaculation.

The "mood" had obviously left Tommy as he was sitting with his back to Billy.

"Oh son, don't take it too hard," his dad consoled. "These things happen and at least it wasn't on a real date. You are so young and randy that you will be hard again in no time. Trust me on that one."

He went over to Tommy. "I know you have lost the mood. Here let me just help out and try to get things back to where you boys left off."

Tommy was hesitant to have a different partner but warmed up after a few minutes. What the man lacked in youthful vigor he made up for in skill and style. The way he worked his nipples, oh my! By the time he had fully, and I mean fully explored the boy's torso he flipped him over. The next sensation was the best Tommy had ever felt. A wet tongue started exploring his little bottom, at first gently but he soon had his tongue deep inside the boy's tiny hole.

Tommy was squealing with pleasure! "I didn't think it could feel this good."

He was bucking his little butt right back at the man. The room was filled with the sounds of the ecstatic boy, squeaking of the bed and the grunting sounds of the man's labors.

Through this Tommy THOUGHT he heard the man ask if he could hug him but maybe he said plug him. Whatever it was Tommy nodded eagerly. The tongue was replaced by a cool wet feeling and then by pressure on his anal ring. Tommy felt the pressure increase and then, slowly that full feeling enveloped him. He pushed back towards the man until he felt the rough pubic hairs bristle against his smooth ass. With a grunt the man started fucking him, slowly at first and then with increasing speed.

"Kiss him while I fuck," the man wheezed to his son. Tommy felt the young lips press against his and his tongue slowly invade.

Tommy couldn't have felt better.

An experienced man fucking him and a young boy's probing, curious tongue, all at the same time. Billy's hands were busy too, playing with his nipples and little willy.

The dad knew when to back off too. If his balls felt too close to erupting he would slow down. If Tommy feverishly bucked his butt or squeezed his dick with his hole he sped up.

It was a long fuck.

In the end, when the father sensed that Tommy was tiring he sped up his thrusts once again, bucked hard, spluttered and emptied his balls deep inside Tommy.

Tommy clung to Billy as his penis shriveled and finally with a "plop" came out.

"That," the dad wheezed, "Is one way to top off a good night of necking."

Billy looked at his dad with new respect.

He looked at Tommy. "Need a break champ? I still want Billy to get some fucking lessons in."

Tommy nodded tiredly.

Like a man on a schedule the father had them back into the bedroom after a short cookies and milk break.

They kissed again. It was nice and Tommy told Billy so. Eagerly he worked his way down Tommy's body on an abbreviated schedule. The evening was after all turning into night.

Billy was also worried about that teen affliction he had run into earlier.

His father suggested Tommy get on all fours with his butt in the air to make it easier for Billy. Tommy was happy to help out.

He felt Billy's slim member slide in and his much smaller balls hit his bum. He felt the eager youth's rapid pumping. "Fuck me Billy! Fuck me!"

He moaned, trying to encourage the boy's less experienced attempts. All too soon he heard Billy's moan and the feeling of cum shooting down his hole. The boys hugged as Billy came down from his orgasmic bliss.

"Better son, much better! We will see if Tommy is up for another try when you get hard again." He thought for a moment. "You may need to jack off before your first few dates just to make sure you have some control. Good to learn that now though!"

The boys fucked twice more before Billy claimed he couldn't get it hard again if every girl in his class showed up naked. The father grinned and called it a night.

It was a tired boy Tommy's dad drove home that night. It had been quite a day! A full morning at the Car Plaza, a big lunch and then this play date he had arranged. Whatever the boys had been doing, games or roughhousing, it had sure tuckered out little ole Tommy! Jed felt a surge of pride in his son. He was finally coming out of his shell. Jed just knew he had his guidance books to thank!

This new one had some good ideas. 'Your Pre-teen Son- Introverted Boys and a Roadmap to Success!'

On Sunday mornings Tommy usually slept in. This particular Sunday he REALLY slept in. It was noon before Jed heard the lad stirring. Tommy was having a great dream, or maybe it was a flashback, but for whatever reason he awoke hugging his pillow with a stiff weenie. He wandered bleary eyed out of his bedroom and sat on his daddy's lap.

Jed noted the little erection with a knowing grin. It wouldn't be too long before he would have to have the "birds and bees" chat. His boy was growing up!

Tommy snuggled into his father big chest. His bottom was sore and sensitive after the play date. It still didn't seem real. Here he had been a virgin on Friday and now, only two days later had been fucked no less than six times! He could feel his father's flaccid meat through the cloth of his pajamas.

"Um, daddy?" Tommy's voice was timid.

"Yes, son?"

"Have you ever been attracted to, um, had dates with, er, other than women?"

"Oh, hell no son, don't take me for one of them perv guys. I mean," he said hastily so as not to be completely politically incorrect, and added "of course each unto their own. My girlfriend Katie has the biggest…….well we will talk about stuff like that when you get older." He made a mental note to look up in his books the optimal age to have 'the talk'.

To change the subject he grabbed his "Pre-Teen" book that was within easy reach on the table. Flipping to page 41 he looked for the reference he had read earlier in the week.

"I have a surprise for you this morning, son. My book advises parents to encourage choice early in life to build self esteem. Ahh, here it is-'remember when boys wearing pink or earrings was a sign of gayness? Now we know the choices boys make are just a form of self expression. Let your son express himself without being judgemental……' and it goes on from there. So that's what I am going to do. Give you some say in what you wear instead of always picking out what I think you would like. In your bedroom is a selection of underwear. We can start at the bottom and work up!" He laughed at his own joke.

"Go ahead," he scooted his son off his lap and pushed him toward the spare bedroom. Go in and choose what YOU want to wear!"

Tommy giggled a bit nervously and went into the room. There on the bed was a variety of underwear. Boxers. Whitie-tighties. Ones with print superheroes on them. One set was red, white and blue with an NRA emblem. It had the logo "concealed weapon" written on the front. And one pair of frilly panties. His eyes shot straight to the panties. Did he dare? He wanted to touch them so bad his hands shook.

He came out of the room a few minutes later prancing for his father. He had on the NRA underwear which were scratchy and itchy.

His father grinned at him and referred back to his book. It says here….'at first your son will pick what he thinks will please you. Encourage him to make his own choices……' Son is that the pair you REALLY want? We are going shopping today for what YOU want."

Tommy hugged his father. "You really won't mind what I choose? You won't think I am……weird?"

"Course not! It says right here on page…….." But Tommy was not there to listen to a new quote. He slipped off the hated underwear and lovingly pulled on the panties enjoying the silkiness of them. "Oh thank you daddy!" He threw himself at his dad and gave him a big hug.

Jed smiled. It was so good to see his usually dour son so animated and excited. He also felt a smidge guilty. The chapter in the book was actually titled-'Tips and Strategies For Heading Off That First Tattoo'.

Tommy also felt a twinge of guilt. He was more than a little excited about the underwear choice and it brought back vivid memories of last night. By the morning he admitted to himself he had thoroughly LOVED getting passionately fucked by Billy and his dad. It was so different than that nasty man from the bus. But in reality hadn't the man done Tommy a favor by opening this new door for him, albeit by force? The boy snapped back to the present from his sex filled reverie……."Oh thank you daddy! I am going to LOVE going shopping with you today!" With that he jumped up and gave his dad a hug.

Getting dressed and ready Tommy decided he liked the too tight bike outfit after all. The yellow one was still in the laundry and might never be the same but his dear daddy had plenty of others in better shape.

He shopped critically and carefully. He felt the fabric and held the various panties and negligees up against him. He compared colors and prices. After a half hour Jed, feeling like he was on the wrong planet cleared his throat, "I will be in the woodworking tool section across the hall, son." He bolted immediately to the Ace Hardware store.

Tommy barely noticed he was gone but now without his daddy right there he could look over some of the more risqué outfits, which he had been too embarrassed to look at before..

"May I help you?" Tommy looked up at a male attendant.

"Oh, no thanks I am fine."

There is a changing room if you would like to try out some of the outfits," the man pressed.

Tommy considered. There was this really naughty outfit he would give anything to try. It came in extra small, was almost totally sheer, crotchless with built in bra support and rings where the titties would go. He picked it up and headed back with the man following attentively in tow.

He cleared his throat as he started in the changing area. "I don't need any more help, thanks," he said in his high pitched voice.

The man leered at him and thrust his pelvis towards the little door. "Oh but I think you do need help," and put his hand on Tommy's butt.

Tommy sized him up and looked appraisingly at him. Staring right at his crotch he answered glibly, "oh you don't have much of anything to offer, sir. By the way how old are you in dog years?"

The man left him alone after that.

He tried on three of the outfits and decided to get them all. The crotchless one was his favorite but the other two, he decided appraisingly might be better on different occasions. He got LOTS of different undies from frilly see through to silky, and because he had his daddy's credit card he bought a range of lipsticks and other make-up items.

Jed seemed a bit surprised to see the volume of bags Tommy was struggling to carry when they met back up, but, "Let me help son," was all he said.

The rest of the day went by in a happy blur for them both with a fine lunch, more shopping and back to the house for some board games. They both agreed it was the most fun weekend together yet.

Even his mom noticed the difference when he got back. He smiled and gave her a greeting hug instead of the usual litany of complaints. "I am glad you had fun dear," she said absently. Her weekend had not gone so well. Her 'date' had turned into a quick afternoon fuck and she hadn't heard from him since. The bastard!

"By the way, your father called. He said to tell you he took the liberty of contacting some kids in your own school that would like to play with you. They will be over tomorrow after school."

Instead of the expected reaction of "aw mom!," it was "Hmm ok, might be nice." What had Jed lectured or beaten into the boy that would change him this much in one weekend, she wondered.

The next day, at 4:15 pm the doorbell rang. When Janice answered she was surprised to see an older teen, almost a young man standing in the door. He was a nice looking boy dressed in a blue suit complete with a conservative tie. How many kids wore ties these days she mused.

"Are you here to pick up Tommy?" She was a little flustered. She had expected someone a little closer to her son's age. Plus he was really good looking which flustered her more. "Oh, forgive my bad manners do come in. Tommy is still upstairs."

"Thank you mam." Such good manners she thought. And look at his build.

"Are you in, er sports?" She stammered, trying to come up with small talk. God, this kid was a stud! Made her date this weekend look like a beer swilling slob, which he was.

"Why, yes mam. I am the captain of the wrestling team and on the school swim team as well. My name is Philip."

There was an awkward pause.

"In case you are wondering I have my driver's license and am 17. I am a careful driver and will have Tommy back by 9:30. It will be me, Tommy and my friends Will and Jessie."

"Oh thank you, since he doesn't go out much a little later is fine too, if you drive carefully," she added hastily.

"I will leave that up to Tommy," he said politely.

Janice whisked off to get the boys soft drinks and escape the awkward silence that followed. Plus she couldn't keep her eyes off the boy. He was handsome and had a package to boot! She could certainly tell that by the bulge in the boy's crotch.

She missed seeing Tommy patter eagerly down the stairs. He was dressed in one of his father's tight little biker outfits. This set was blue which was a remarkable match to his eyes. She missed their first greeting and the look of approval in both their eyes as they shook hands.

"WOW", Tommy enthused as they walked down the sidewalk. There stood a red convertible with Phillip's friends in the back. The ten year old swelled with pride.

"Oh, please, please can we go around the block a few times?" Tommy wanted to make sure his classmates saw him riding in this hot set of wheels. He casually waved as they passed the baseball lot with a dozen of the boys from his class staring openly. He heard his classmate Jake from the third row of Mrs. William's class shout out "NO WAY."

Tommy grinned. He instructed Phillip to drive around one more time and then settled back in the plush seat with a satisfied sigh.

They drove in silence for a few minutes. "So," Tommy came directly to the point, "what made you decide to take up my dad's offer to socialize with me?"

All three laughed and chipped in their part.

"It is because of Phillip," Will quipped.

"I was in Coach Anderson's office when your dad called," Phillip said aloofly.

"He was blowing the coach," Jessie said laughing.

"Of course I was," Phillip continued as if that should be obvious. "Your father is an old friend of Coach A. and Coach A is the only person your dad knew in the school so he called to see if there were some of his students that would want to 'socialize' with his son, that's you Tommy, and they chatted about this and that and I could tell coach mainly wanted to get off the phone since he was about to cum in my mouth, but when your dad started chatting about his self help books and how it led to shopping in a lingerie shop on a Sunday, coach got a bit more interested in the conversation. He told your pa he would check with a few of his students, got your address and blew his load in my mouth. When he recovered he gave me your address and said he couldn't believe his old friend Jed's son was flaming gay."

So you think I am gay," Tommy sulked.

"Oh we all are," Phillip said. "I mean what do you expect we are wrestlers. MOST High School wrestlers are gay I mean what do we do except work out, admire ourselves in the mirror, and grope guys in matches."

Tommy laughed. He liked the boy's casualness with his sexuality.

"Except me," Will said. "I am not gay, I am undecided, and a virgin. Mainly cause I can't decide."

Tommy giggled again. He liked these boys. "Why pick up on me then? Sounds like you get plenty of….sex."

"Oh you know the old saying," Jessie said glibly, "Fifty shades of Gay. I mean we get all the sex we want, that's what God invented locker rooms for, but just for example Phillip likes em young and I am only a top."

"And I am an undecided virgin," Will added.

"Just like anywhere else, we're always looking for the greener pasture," Jessie waxed metaphorically.

Tommy grinned. He liked these boys and their easy acceptance of each other. "And I am not a virgin and am wearing panties under these shorts."

The three weren't expecting that and after a moment roared out their appreciation.

"But," he cautioned, "I am not a cheap slut. I bet you have one of your houses empty of parents and a bed made."

The trio nodded sheepishly.

"I want you guys to treat me to a night out and THEN I will decide if you boys can get into my panties. OK?"

"I am undecided," Will said again and they all burst out laughing.

Laughing and joking they all headed out to the bowling alley. They taught little Tommy how to bowl and cheered when he got his first strike. They ignored the other kids, obviously schoolmates making snide remarks like, "there go the GAY wrestlers and their new girlfriend."

Tommy's cheeks flushed brightly at this but the others ignored them. Jessie said in a stage whisper loud enough for the bullies to hear, "I know for a fact that David over there is a V-I-R-G-I-N."

The boys all chattered with their new friend comparing fav music, they all liked '21 Pilots' for example and good books they had read. Time flew by and Tommy felt closer to these guys than he ever had to his classmates. He had made up his mind.

"Gosh," he said in a voice loud enough so the mean kids could hear, "look at the time! If we don't get going soon we won't have much time for fucking!" There was a moment of shocked silence in the hall, as his squeaky high voice carried well.

"Gosh, you are right," Phillip said elaborately looking at his watch too. "Lets go gang!"

They piled into the convertible for the short drive.

"Remember, I'm undecided," Will said rather unconvincingly.

It was a nice house and a big bed but Tommy didn't remember much about it. He was all eyes on his new friends. They were the handsomest boys in the world he decided.

"How much younger do you want," Tommy asked Phillip huskily.

"Your age. Exactly your age. Hairless, dick hasn't grown yet. I had an idea what I was looking for but, you, you are so much more than I expected."

Tommy locked his eyes on Phillips bulging crotch and nodded. "I know what you mean."

What Tommy enjoyed the most that evening was undressing his three new buddies. He insisted on removing each piece of clothing himself. First their shirts exposing three hairless but completely different chests. Each got a chance to strut around flexing while he worked on the next. He loved unbuckling their pants and jeans. It was like unwrapping a Christmas present. He then pulled each of their shorts down slowly exposing the boys' cocks. Phillips was by far the largest, huge for such a young man at almost nine inches while Jessie's and Will's were both closer to six.

"See why he is the Coach's pet," they joked.

Tommy then did a sexy striptease, with the boys cheering him on. First he doffed the tank top exposing his thin chest and then his bike shorts showing off his frilly panties.

It was the teens turn to go to work then. Slowly their tongues licked and probed. Will French kissed getting a passionate reply. Their tongues locked while Phillip licked his nipples and Jessie tongued his immature penis.

It was a slow passionate dance while Tommy moaned his pleasure. They licked and played and then would start over. Tommy was in a blissful euphoria. When he felt a tongue on his little hole he felt his body shake with a dry orgasm. Will grinned. "Our little buddy likes it."

Tommy only moaned louder, "More, oh don't quit more!"

It was an hour later before Phillip whispered in the boy's ear. "Can we start fucking you?"

Tommy nodded eagerly.

"Who first?" It was Phillip again his voice strained with sexual lust.

"Will." They all erupted in peels of laughter.

Will didn't hesitate and got up near the pre-teen. "Help me line up."

The other two fixed a pillow under Tommy's butt and helped the boy guide his raging hard-on into Tommy.

Tommy gasped and squealed a bit as the boy slid in. His bottom had recovered and he was tight again.

"Slide in slow, Will, he is really small and tight," Jessie coached.

"You are all the way in, your balls are against his ass," Phillip said.

Both helped when they could, all the while teasing and licking Tommy. "If you feel you are going to cum think of old Mrs. Jones," they giggled.

"Faster now, you OK Tommy?"

Tommy nodded, bracing himself against the bucking teen. They got into a rhythm. Will would fuck hard and fast, then as his balls started to boil he would slow and almost stop. As he recovered he would speed up again, his hips thrusting so fast they were almost a blur.

Finally with a grunt he unloaded his hot built up cum load deep into Tommy.

Panting he withdrew with a "plop."

"You OK buddy?" Phillip looked over Tommy with concern. The boy nodded eagerly. "Next!" he called out and they laughed again.

Jessie lubed Tommy up carefully and slid into his tight hole. "I didn't think it would be so tight," he gasped, " but what do you expect for ole needle dick there." The boys laughed again.

His second lover was skilled and brought Tommy to the brink and over several times. His little willy was hard and shook with dry orgasms. After 15 minutes or so he casually withdrew, flipped Tommy over and started in on another position. He withdrew and rolled little Tommy over four more times before he too unloaded in the boy's ass.

"How are you doing, little champ," Phillip asked with concern. "You want to quit for the evening?"

For his answer Tommy hugged Phillip tight feeling his torso and 6-pack against his own chest.

"I want you SO bad," was Tommy's answer.

Phillip put a pillow under Tommy's ass so he could line up. Tommy felt the huge cock head press against his ass and panicked for a moment. Maybe he COULDN'T take this big studs meat. It was his largest yet and he was a bit scared.

"If it hurts too much I will pull out," Phillip said through gritted teeth. Tommy nodded bravely.

Tommy cried out as the cock head hit his ring, but he urged Phillip on. "Just shove it in," he said grimacing. "Even if I yell out shove that big cock into my ass!"

Phillip shoved hard. Tommy let out a shriek and tears sprang to his eyes. With one harder shove Phillip was in! Panting the teen rested for a moment. "You OK buddy?"

Tommy nodded grimly. His ass was on fire and it hurt like crazy but he wanted his favorite stud to fuck him in spite of it.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," he grunted.

Phillip didn't waste time for a second opinion. He pulled his cock out and slammed it back in jarring Tommy. Then with a passion he had never felt before Phillip fucked his new friend. He would fuck him hard and then slow down to an even tempo, while fingering Tommy's nipples. Every 10 minutes or so he would stop, still deep inside the boy and passionately kiss him, tongue locking tongue.

They were kissing and grunting when Tommy finally felt Phillip's cock swell, shudder and spasm his built up load in his ass.

The boys weren't done yet. After asking Tommy if it was OK they each fucked him one more time. They were in an exhausted heap when Phillip, groggily looking at his cell phone said, "Oh shit it's 1am! We gotta get everyone home."

At Tommy's house all three kissed him goodnight. "It's OK," he answered Phillip's worried look. "My mom doesn't wait up."

Tommy stood at the curb until the little red convertible sped out of sight.

The last thing he heard was Will saying "I am NOT a virgin!"

Things changed a lot for Tommy after that. He was almost always busy after school. He could often be seen watching the wrestlers practice or be down by the pool watching the swimming matches. He cheered on "his" athletes and wore school colors to every match. He became a familiar face and most of the team greeted him like a team mascot. "Hi Tommy." "Hey, buddy, good to see you here!"

Several nights a week Phillip would show up at his house and politely wait for Tommy. Janice always commented on "what a nice young man" he was. Some date nights he would have Will and Jessie along, and some nights it would be other team members. Tommy didn't spend every weekend with his father anymore, leaving some longer stretches for he and Phillip to be together. His father was pleased with his social progress.

Will, while not a virgin still claimed to be 'undecided'.

On all the date nights and most of the game nights Tommy returned happy and fulfilled, with his butt and belly packed with a churning mixture of lil spermies. As his mother tucked him into bed, comfy in his print pajamas, visions of dripping cocks and hunky wrestlers danced in his head.

The next morning he was at the bus stop early, excited to be on his way to see his daddy. "Good morning Mr. James," he said politely.

"Kids these days," the bus driver muttered under his breath, glancing at the brightly painted toenails the boy displayed through his flip-flops.

"Hello Mrs. Johnes," he sang out as he headed to the back of the bus.

On the rear seat a tattooed punk skootched over to give him a bit of space. "My" he leered, "Ain't you a hot looking piece of ass."

"Oh, back off buster," Tommy said loudly. "You touch me and all three of my boyfriends will be here in minutes." He held up his phone to show his contact list.

An old woman, straggly hair and all but three teeth missing chimed in, "you tell 'em buddy. That's men for ya. Sex, sex, sex. They hit on me all the time too. I'll mace em for you if you want!"

"I was only kidding around," the punk said sullenly.

Everyone within earshot broke out laughing. The bus rolled on. "48^th Street!" The bus driver called out. It was a normal Friday afternoon on the city bus.

Across town Jed waited anxiously for his son to arrive. He was off work earlier, which Tommy had hinted broadly at as a way of making the weekends more enjoyable.

"I don't like just hanging out waiting at the Y," he had said.

Jed glanced at his current read, titled, 'The Good Dad- How to help your pre-teen cope.' He skimmed the chapter he had re-read twice already that afternoon. It was titled, '7 signs your son is homosexual."

He glanced at the chapter one more time and made his decision and tossed the book into the trash.

"Well that book sure doesn't know a thing about my Tommy," he muttered. "Unthinkable! A book suggesting my Tommy might be gay!"

With that he glanced out the window. Here was Tommy! A new fun weekend was ahead. Why Billy and his dad even wanted Tommy back over for another play date!

The End