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Thomas - Chapter 01
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real
life simply means I got lucky. It contains consensual and non-
consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
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-- Chapter One
Thomas looked in the mirror. He didn't really like what he saw.
"Too slim, almost skinny," he thought. He wondered if he would ever
start filling out. He worked out daily with weights in hope of having
muscles like his hero, Arnie.
Now there was a man. Big, strong, and confident. Arnie never had
trouble knowing what to do. He wasn't afraid of anything, let alone
some silly girl.
Thomas thought Debbie. He wasn't exactly sure why, or even how, he
had agreed to take her to the movies tonight. He really didn't like
girls. Not that he was queer, or anything like that. Just they seemed
so silly, always giggling and talking.
Besides, his mom said girls would only lead him straight to hell.
He didn't exactly understand how that was suppose to happen. Something
to do with sex. But his mom insisted girls were the cause of all the
trouble with men.
Something about why his father had left years ago, when Thomas was
only two. Something about men being too weak to resist. True, his
mother was talking about bad girls. But Thomas didn't understand how
you could tell a good girl from a bad girl. His mother found something
wrong with all of them.
And not just the girls his age. Even old ladies like Mrs. Meyers
across the street. Heck, she must be over 40. She had children older
than Thomas. Her youngest son, Billy, was a year ahead of Thomas in
high school.
According to his mother, Mrs. Meyers was a plaything of the Devil.
Something about her entertaining men overnight. Thomas wasn't exactly
sure what his mother meant by entertaining, but he knew she placed it
right up there with stealing and killing.
Thomas had a very protective life. His mother never talked about
sex, except to say it was going to send everyone to hell. And he felt
very uncomfortable when someone else talked about it too. At times, it
seemed all his friends at school ever talked about was sex.
He was teased by the few close friends he had about how little he
knew. He ignored their taunts when he could, and pretended
indifference the rest of the time.
Still he had his weak moments. Sometimes, he would have an erection
when he watched some girl. He even had the occasional wet dream.
Whenever that happened, he would get out of bed real early, and make
sure he washed his sheets and pajamas before his mother saw anything.
He wasn't certain why everyone seemed so excited about sex. All he
ever felt was discomfort when he had an erection. Sometimes it even
hurt. And he was ashamed when he woke to find himself, and his bed,
covered in sticky stuff after one of his dreams.
He had to admit the feelings he got when he caught a glimpse of some
girl's breasts or thighs did feel good for a short time. Or the warm
glow he felt when he first woke from one of the dreams. But the guilt,
and sometimes pain he felt afterward convinced him such things were
definitely wrong.
He was sure he was doing something wrong now, too. He didn't know
why he had lied to his mother earlier. Instead of telling her he was
going to the movie with Debbie, he said he was going with Dale and
Roger. Well, he was going with the guys, but they also had dates.
He knew if he had said he was going with a girl, his mother would be
upset. She would have wanted to know who the girl was. Was she a good
girl? Did she attend church regularly? And a whole bunch of other
questions he didn't really want to hear, or answer.
Not that Thomas planned on doing anything bad. Actually, he had
only agreed to go with Debbie because the guys had been teasing him
again. And he wanted to see the movie. Arnie was in it. Some type of
sci-fi flick that was suppose to be real good.
Thomas quickly finished dressing, and went downstairs. His mother
was sitting in the living room, reading. He quietly slipped into the
kitchen to get something to drink.
"Thomas? Is that you?"
"Yes, Mom. I'm just getting some milk before I leave."
"Do you have enough money, sweet heart? You may want to buy
something at the movies. Or afterwards, you and your friends might
stop for something to eat."
"It's okay Mom. I have enough. I don't expect we'll stop anywhere
afterwards. But even if we do, I've got enough money."
"Well okay. I'm glad to see you going out with those two nice boys.
Roger is such a perfect gentleman whenever he visits, and Dale teaches
Sunday school. You can learn a lot from nice boys like that. I thank
God, every day, you didn't turn out weak like your father."
Not wanting to hear more of his mother's lecture, Thomas decided he
could wait until he got to the movies for something to drink. "I gotta
get going, if I don't want to miss the beginning of the movie. I'll
probably be late, so don't wait up for me."
"Well, I do like to go to bed early. But make sure you don't come
home too late. You never know what kind of devil's spawn are out there
late at night. You make sure you come straight home afterward. And
walk on the lighted side of the streets. Don't talk to strangers and
. . ."
"Please Mom, I'll be okay, really. I'm not a little boy any more.
I'm 16, almost 17."
"You are never too old to be careful. And Satan tempts all ages."
"Mom, I promise to be very careful. But I really got to go."
"Okay. But aren't you going to give your poor mother a kiss
goodbye?"
He gave her a quick kiss, and hurried out of the house. He headed
over to Roger's house. The two boys were waiting for him.
"Shit, man, I thought you weren't gonna show," said Dale.
"Yeah, we thought you were scared off by Debbie's big tits," Roger
added with a chuckle.
"Knock it off, will you? We're gonna be late for the movie," Thomas
answered, trying to ignore the jibes.
"Yeah, we don't wanna keep the girls waiting too long. I hear
there's a great fuck scene in flick, complete with naked tits and
everything. Hope it gets Louanne in the mood for later," Rodger said,
grinning.
"I don't care about tits on film, when I know I'm gonna play with
the real thing," Dale said.
"I'm sure Sandy and Louanne would be real happy to hear you two
talking that way. I worry about you sometimes. All you ever think of
is sex," Thomas said as he started to walk away.
"Shit, there ain't nothing else but sex. And someday you'll wake up
to that fact," replied Rodger as he and Dale hurried to catch up to
Thomas.
They arrived at the movie theater to find the girls waiting.
Quickly buying tickets, the three couples entered the theater. They
stopped at the candy counter to get popcorn and drinks, and then went
to find seats. Rodger led them to the back of the theater, choosing
seats near the wall. Thomas wasn't very happy with where they were
sitting. But as no one else said anything, he decided not to make an
issue of it.
No sooner had they settled in their seats when the house lights went
out. There were the normal promos for upcoming movies, and several
boring commercials. Finally, the movie started.
About twenty minutes into the movie, Thomas noticed the other
couples seemed more interested in each other than the movie. Rodger
and his date were kissing pretty heavily. Dale and Sandy appeared to
be watching the movie, but Thomas noticed Dale squirming in his seat.
Pretending to drop something on the floor, Thomas bent down and
stole a quick glance. Sandy had her hand on the front of Dale's pants,
rubbing his crotch. Transfixed, Thomas watched as she took Dale's hand
and placed it between her legs. Thomas quickly straighten up, and
returned his attention to the screen.
"He sure is big."
Except for a brief, timid hello when they met outside the theater,
Thomas and Debbie hadn't said a word to each other. He was startled by
her speaking now.
"I'm sorry. You said something?" he stammered.
"I was talking about the guy on the screen. He has to have the
biggest arms I've ever seen."
"He sure does. He used to be Mr. Universe before he started acting.
He's one of my heros. I hope to be just like him when I grow up. I
work out every day with weights. But it doesn't seem to help much."
"You work out? With weights, and everything? Are you into that
stuff?"
"Well I try. But no matter how much I do it, I never seem to gain
anything."
"Can I feel your muscles?"
"Here? Er . . . I really don't have much muscle. Really. There
ain't anything to feel . . ."
"Comon. Just make a muscle, and I'll be the judge."
Feeling foolish, Thomas flexed his arm, and did his best to make his
muscle hard. The feel of Debbie's hand on his arm sent shivers through
his body.
"Ooh, that is hard. I bet you're real strong too."
Thomas blushed at her comment. He was glad it was dark so no one
could see him. "I'm not that strong."
"How heavy are the weights you use?"
"It depends on what type of lifting I'm doing. Normally, I curl
about 75 pounds. But I can bench press 135."
"God! You could pick me up with no sweat. I weight 98 pounds. I'm
so fat. I know I should lose some weight but . . ."
"You're not fat. You just have a large frame. You don't look like
you're carrying a lot of fat. Some people are just bigger boned than
others."
"You really think so? I dunno. I'm so top heavy. And my hips are
way too big. I think my body's ugly."
"I don't think you're ugly. You have a very nice body. Er . . . I
mean . . ."
"Oh, you're so sweet. And you're not weird either."
"Weird?"
"I shouldn't have said that. But some of the kids think you're a
bit weird sometimes. Obviously, they don't know you very well."
Thomas was going to ask her who said he was weird, but Debbie hugged
his arm as she placed her head on his shoulder. Her closeness caused
his mind to go blank.
He was afraid to move. The feel of her hair against his cheek, the
smell of her perfume, made him feel a bit dizzy.
"Can I feel your muscles again?"
Glad for the distraction, he raised his arm. Debbie ducked her head
underneath, causing him to involuntarily place his arm around her
shoulders. She leaned back in her seat, trapping his arm.
Thomas wasn't sure what to do. If he removed his arm, she might get
upset. But he felt awkward. He wasn't even sure where he should place
his hand.
Debbie shifted in her seat, her hand reaching up and grasping his,
causing him to hug her tightly. She again rested her head against his
shoulder.
"A girl sure feels safe with someone strong like you," she said,
giving his hand a squeeze.
Thomas tried to pay attention to the movie. But all he could think
about was how soft she felt. He glanced at the other couples. He
couldn't be certain, because of the dim light, but it looked as if Dale
had his hand in Sandy's sweater. Rodger and Louanne were low in the
seats, and Thomas couldn't see what they were doing. But he could hear
their kissing and whispered conversation.
"Oh yes, baby, that feels good. Oh shit, you're the best," he heard
Rodger say.
Between the antics of the other couples, and the closeness of
Debbie, Thomas was having a hard time paying attention to what was
happening on the screen. And to make matters worse, he had an
erection. He hoped Debbie didn't notice the large bulge in his pants.
He tried concentrating on the movie, hoping the bulge would go away.
But the movie wasn't helping matters. Arnie was making love to this
good looking blond. Debbie whispered into his ear, "My God, look at
his muscles. He must be solid as a rock."
Her hand brushed his leg, causing him to jump.
"Ooh, so your arms aren't the only big strong muscle you have,"
Debbie whispered as her hand came in contact with his erection. She
gave it a squeeze before removing her hand.
Thomas found it impossible to breathe. He swore someone had turned
on the heat, as sweat seemed to pour from his body. Debbie, grasping
his hand, drew it down further, and pressed it against her soft breast.
"Are your hands as big and powerful as his?" she asked as she
pressed his hand tighter against her chest.
Thomas couldn't take much more of this. "Excuse me, please. I have
to go to the bathroom." He quickly got up, and almost ran to the
lobby.
He hurried to the bathroom, and locked himself in one of the stalls.
His heart was pounding so hard he was certain it would explode. His
breathing was ragged and his head was spinning.
His mind reeled in confusion. Should he go back there? He was
afraid of what Debbie might do next if he went back. Or should he try
to leave the theater quietly.
At the same time, he was afraid of the ribbing he knew he would get
from Rodger and Dale if he didn't return to his seat. And it wouldn't
be fair to Debbie if he left her like that either.
His heart slowed, and his breathing became easier. Even his
erection had subsided. But he could feel the start of the pain he
often had whenever he had erection for any length of time. As much as
he disliked it, he realized his only option was to go back in there,
and hope the movie would end soon.
He left the bathroom, and stopped at the candy counter. He bought
some more popcorn and soda, and made his way slowly back to his seat.
"Are you okay?" Debbie asked, once he was seated. "You were gone
for quite a while."
"Er . . . yeah. I'm okay. Just had to visit the men's room.
Thought you might want some more stuff to eat."
"Oh Tommy. You're so thoughtful." Debbie put her arms around him,
and hugged him. Her breasts pressed hard against his arm, causing him
to almost drop the drinks and popcorn.
Thomas tried to sit as far from Debbie as the small seats would
allow. But she complained of being cold and asked him to put his arm
around her again. He did so, reluctantly. She again pulled his hand
down to her breast.
He was forced to move closer so his arm didn't feel as if it was
being pulled out of its socket. Debbie responded by placing her head
on his shoulder. Her hand moved to his knee, and gently stroked it.
He felt himself becoming hard again. He placed the popcorn container
on his lap to hide the erection.
Thankfully, Debbie seemed happy to play with his knee. He started
to relax, and was, at last, able to pay attention to what was happening
on the screen.
Again, Arnie was making love to some girl on the screen. Thomas
wondered if he would ever feel confident enough to do something like
that. Arnie made it seem so easy. Made it seem like something
enjoyable. Not something dirty and evil like his mother was always
talking about.
"Ooh, that feels so good," Debbie purred in his ear.
Thomas realized he had been rubbing her breast. He tried to snatch
his hand away, but Debbie held it tightly.
"Don't stop. It feels good when you do it like that. You're not
like the others. All they want to do is grab and squeeze. It hurts
when they do it. But you, you make me feel all tingly inside."
Thomas started to tell her how this was all wrong, that they
shouldn't be doing stuff like this. But as he opened his mouth to
speak, Debbie leaned over and covered his mouth with hers. Her tongue
slipped into his opened mouth, and searched out his.
Thomas had never kissed anyone on the lips. He realized they were
french kissing. The sensation was not unpleasant. He tentatively
imitated her flickering tongue movements. As her tongue retreated, his
followed until he was sure he filled her mouth. She sucked hard on his
tongue, and he too made sucking motions.
Her hands clasped tightly behind his neck as she drew him closer.
His hands wrapped around her shoulders as he continued to return her
kiss with equal passion. At first, he held his breath, but soon
realized he could breathe comfortably through his nose. Several
minutes passed before they stopped kissing.
They sat there in each other's arms, ignoring the movie. The arm
rest was digging painfully into his lower rib cage, but Thomas was too
lost in these new feelings to care.
Debbie took the popcorn container and placed it on the floor. She
took one of his hands and placed it on her breast. She pulled his face
to hers, slipping her tongue between his lips as her hand sought out
his enlarged shaft through his slacks.
Thomas lost all sense of time. His world became one of touch and
taste. Thoughts of good and evil were pushed aside as his senses
flooded with pleasure. He never wanted this to stop.
"Shit. Don't you two ever come up for air?"
Thomas heard the words, but their meaning didn't register. He was
enjoying this new past-time too much to care about the rest of the
world.
"Hey man. Comon, the movies over. It's time to leave."
It was Debbie who broke their embrace. "It's over already? Boy,
they sure make movies short nowadays," she said as she straightened her
blouse.
"A double feature would have been too short for you two," Rodger
said, winking at Thomas. He playfully jabbed Thomas on the arm.
"Comon, let's get something to eat before we go home."
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 1 - by T. F. Yank
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