Hey Mikey!

Hey-Mikey!

This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between males, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -ENJOY!

Cast of characters:

Michael Timothy Headly -- That's me!

Spike -- (Diane, my big sister)

Mary -- My mom

Tom -- My father.

Chapter 1

"Okay, Empty Head," Started my sister. She called me that because -- well because everyone did -- because of my initials. I used to think my parents just were not too swift when they named me. But now ... now I know different! She wasn't mean like that, but sometimes I could be pretty dense! "So what if you're adopted!? That just means that they loved you enough to - "

"Yeah, like I've never heard that one before: `We love you because you are you! We had a choice to take you or not. Your sister on the other hand, we had no choice in. We were just stuck with her.' No, Spike, Mom and Dad never told me that. It's just what I've always heard that people tell their adopted children. Yeah, like they somehow love their own biological children less because they didn't go to the baby store and pick them out! I always thought that was lame! What I never expected was that it would ever be something anyone might say to me!"

"Look, I don't think I would have handled it that way, but, Mom and Dad DO still love you ... every bit as much as they do me."

"Words! That's just -- Fucked. Happy Graduation Son! Oh and by the way ... You were adopted! How would YOU feel?"

Spike is my big sister. And in case you wondered, neither of those euphemisms is invalid. Diane is her real name, but she is built like a brick shit house -- and weighs as much. And even though she IS older than I am by 18 months, she is also bigger than I am!

"I said that I wouldn't have done it that way." She said. She was trying to smooth things over between me and my parents. I was of course being a butt -- but what do you expect of an eighteen-and-a-half-year-old who -- who --

"Maybe I should be more thankful," I said. She started to agree, but I was having no part of that. I didn't mean it in the first place! "Well, fuck that! What I should just say is, "Thanks! Oh by the way ... I'm gay!"

"Oh be serious, Mikey! All your friends are girls! You look like a movie star -- especially at Williams High school! you're not -- you're not -- wait a minute!" Spike looked at me for at least 30 seconds with her mouth dropped wide open. "Good looking, - all friends are girls ... Mikey! What are you ... I mean ... Are you telling me - "

"KIDDING!" I said. Good effing grief! What had I told her??!!

"No -- you're not!" She said quietly -- seriously. "You're not kidding -- not at all. You're gay, Mikey!"

"No -- I mean -- I don't -- what - " I stammered.

"Oh my gosh! Why didn't I see it before? Oh Mikey, I'm so sorry! I've said so many things that -- aw crap, Mikey! Why didn't you tell me before. I know that you fondly call me Spike but -- now I just want to kill myself!"

"SPIKE!!! I'm not - " my voice came down to a whisper. "I'm not -- I'm not - " I whispered -- but it was more like a question. I couldn't continue with the lump that seemed to be overtaking my throat.

"Where are you going after graduation, tonight?"

"Well, duh! The all-night-party!" I managed to say.

"Mikey -- who are you going with? Who are you gonna hang with -- all night?" Sometimes she acted sooo much older and superior. She had graduated two years earlier.

I was irritated by her question. Because the truth was that -- I had no one to hang with. She was right -- all my friends are girls. And they -- to a girl -- would all be with their boyfriends.

"Little brother, we're gonna have an all night party of our own!"

"Huh?" I said.

"We're driving down to San Francisco!"

"Oh, come on! Where will we go there? Where will we stay? Mom and Dad would never let us - "

"We won't tell them. Besides, we're both of age! What are they gonna say if they find out? They can't take away your car -- you don't have one! You have your swimming scholarship to Northwest. They can't afford to even keep you there! You'll need a job. And then there's the fact that they just dropped a bomb into your life. They'll feel so guilty -- telling you that you were adopted on your graduation day. That really does suck!"

"Dad DID pull some strings at Northwestern -- after all, he graduated from there too." I said.

"Don't get all grateful on me now, Mikey! We're GOING to Frisco!" Said my big sis ... authoritatively.

"Omigosh! Who knew that Frisco was so big ... and confusing!" Said Spike.

"Geez!" I agreed, "I thought there would be rainbow signs all over the place!"

"WAIT!" She exclaimed. "There's a little rainbow on that liquor store! I'll drop you off and you can ask where the gay district is!"

"No WAY!" I said. "I'm not going! This was YOUR idea!"

She parked the car and we both went. We kind of almost slid into the store, hoping n one would notice us.

"May I help you?" Said the man behind the counter. I assume it was a man, because he had on men's jeans and a plaid shirt, but otherwise it was hard to tell. To be safe I'm gonna refer to "him" as the clerk! He was pretty nice looking -- maybe a little too nice looking. And I think he had on makeup of some kind. The clerk looked at us and then at the ceiling. Then shook "his" head.

Neither of us said anything for a full 15 seconds, then I blurted out, "We're looking for -- er -- I mean -- We can't seem to -- er -- um - "

"Where's the damned gay district!" My sis said. "Seems all you hear about Frisco is that it's gay!"

"It's San Francisco! The clerk said, disgustedly. "And it's on Market street.

"We've been there. All we saw was stores -- all the big department stores -- and then the piers."

"No no!" the clerk said, impatiently. Go back and turn the other way and just keep going. When you get to a Safeway store you'll start to see the signs."

"Signs?" I said

"Well now why did you come in this store, Baby?"

"Well -- to find out where - "

"No -- WHY did you choose THIS store?"

"Well we saw the - - oh! The rainbow signs -- we'll see the rainbow signs!" I said, feeling chagrinned and like a fool.

"We'll just be -- um -- buying some gum, then," My sis said. She paid for the gum and we left. As we were walking out, the clerk hollered to my sis -- as she was last out, "After you drop the kid off -- come on back, hon! I'll show you a part of the gay district that he may not appreciate!"

When we got out of the line of sight, we both started to giggle uncontrollably. "I think he was hitting on you, Diane!" I screeched.

"He?" She giggled. "That AIN'T no `he'! And since I'm in no way gonna leave you alone in this town ... and since I AIN'T gay -- I won't be coming back."

We drove back to Market Street and turned right and drove longer than we expected, and finally came to a Safeway store. We were so involved looking for the Safeway we didn't see all the colorful signs and banners all over this neighborhood. Then we came to a street called, Castro. "THAT'S it!" Said Spike. "I've heard of Castro!"

We turned toward where most of the lights were, and found a parking place -- about three blocks past a place we wanted to actually go.

I have to say ... that I was always super curious in gym class. Most of the guys didn't take showers after P.E. At Williams High School, in Williams California, they'd rather stink than get naked with other guys ... and that's exactly what I did. No way was I going to give anyone a hint that I might be -- well, I really didn't even think of it that way. Lucky for me at least, I was in swimming all four years, so I didn't get as sweaty -- and stinky -- as guys in other sports. Boy some of them stunk after P.E!

But there were SOME guys who either just didn't care ... or they were -- well -- maybe they were gay? I dunno. Again it wasn't something I wanted to think about. It excited me a little, actually, but I pushed that down, I guess, and it only surfaced at night as I was jacking off. And then I would feel so much guilt!

But here, guys were walking along holding hands, kissing and I was like a kid in a candy shop! "You are SOOO gay!" laughed my sister. I felt my cheeks burning, as I was about to make an angry comeback. "Mikey, don't gawk so much!"

I was glad I had on very tight Levi's on. My hard-on could not fully develop and what was there -- though I was very cognizant of it ... couldn't be seen by anyone else.

We came to the bar that looked interesting to us before we parked. It had all the windows opened up to the sidewalk and there was a guy checking I.D at the door. Well, neither of us was 21 yet, so we had to walk on past. Two guys stuck out their hands and just grazed my arm as I passed by the windows. They both locked into my eyes and smiled seductively, as I did a 360 as I walked. We walked on. I think my panties were getting a little wet! Again ... good thing for previously stained Levis!

We came to another place -- but there were a lot of obviously young guys there. I walked in and immediately needed to pee. I went into the restroom and it was almost pitch black. I was able to find a urinal and as my eyes focused, I could see guys in various positions in every nook and corner. Two by two, and I was so embarrassed I just wanted to pee and get out of there.

Before I finished, a small guy who looked too young to even drive, stepped up beside me and started to pee ... in MY urinal. "DUDE!" I said, "Do you mind?"

"No sweetie, I don't mind at all. You're a doll!" He said in a fairly effeminate voice, as he made it obvious he was looking me up and down. Part of me was disgusted but a bigger part of me was so turned on that I stated to wood up before I could stash it! "And oooh! Lookee there! It looks like you're liking this too!"

He swung around toward me. And luckily wasn't peeing at all. I couldn't help gawking at his long low hanging uncut dick! Why wasn't HE hard like I was?

I somehow got zipped up without hurting myself and turned to go. "Oh, have I scared you, sweetie? Can't you buy me a soda or something?"

I almost ran out and was panicky as I looked around for Spike. "Good grief!" She said from behind me. I think I jumped a foot in the air. I couldn't jump in any other direction -- there were too many people there.

I turned and she was laughing. Then she saw my face. "What's wrong, sweetie?" Asked my sis.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I sputtered.

"What -- what? She said. "I always call you that. Do -- do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Yesss!" I said.

When we got out of the juice bar, I said, "Can we just go home, Diane?" I always called her Diane when I wanted something.

"Now, Michael," she said .. she always called me Michael when she was in "mommy" mode, "we drove two hours to get here, and then another two looking for this place. Let's walk over to the other side of Market Street. There looks to be some quieter places there."

There were quieter places alright, but they were all regular bars, with alcohol. But she dragged me into one and ordered two cokes for us. This bar had a pool table and a grill, so I guessed it was okay for me to be in it. We were sitting at a secluded table ... but apparently not secluded enough. A twenty-something guy came back to our table.

"You're new here. And by the wild look in your eyes I'll bet this is your first time in the Castro, huh?"

After about ten seconds, Spike said, "Michael, the nice man is talking to you."

I looked at him and he wasn't all that good looking, but he had a delightful smile. "I'm Toby -- the bouncer here." He said. I would have been scared, but his voice was so soothing and kind. "You really can't stay here, and I guess I am assuming that you're not 21 yet?"

I shook my head. "There's a juice bar on the other side of Market. There are lots of - "

"We just came from there." Said my sis. "That's why we are here. Can we at least finish our drinks?"

He smiled and said, "I guess so. You know that place shouldn't scare you so much. There are always some "out there" guys wherever you go, but they won't hurt you if you just ignore them. There are two kinds there: The edgy type and those who are too shy to approach anyone. I suggest you find a happy medium. Don't be afraid to say hi to someone."

He left us to finish our sodas and we thanked him. As we walked out he waved and said, "Good luck!"

"I don't wanna go back there, Diane!" I said.

"Who said we were going back there. Our car is past that place, you know."

As we were crossing the street that the juice bar was on, Spike said, "I'll be right back. There's someone I want to see over here." She left me standing on the corner, at 10:30 at night -- in front of a gay bar. I looked around and just followed her! She went directly back into the juice bar. I followed her. As we were walking in to the bar,

"Hey! Why'd you leave so soon, guy? I didn't get a chance to get over to you!" I turned, wondering if someone was accosting me and this tallish, thin guy with a tight tee and even tighter stretch jeans was looking me directly in the eyes.

I pointed at myself as if you say, "Were you talking to me?"

"Yeah, you. I have never seen you around here."

I wanted to follow Spike deeper into the bar, but this guy had me mesmerized. He smiled wider. "It's okay -- I won't bite -- unless you want me to!" And he smiled again. He had perfect teeth and the clearest complexion I've ever seen -- and a shadow of a beard that made my crotch flinch. I looked at him, then at my disappearing sister , then back at him. "Dude, you gotta at least say hi ... ?"

"Oh, sorry!" I finally uttered. "I don't know where my sister's going. I - "

"She'll be safe enough. What's your name? I'm Gilbert."

"I'm -- uuuhm -- Michael." I said.

"Well, Uuuhm -- Michael, do you want to dance?"

He didn't wait for me to answer, but pulled me onto the dance floor -- which was a trick in itself. I would have bet that two more could not have fit. Not only that, he pulled me into the middle and then closed the gap between us. As soon as our bodies were smashed together by the packed dance floor my jeans started to tighten in the front. There was no place for it to go, so it just pushed at the fly and was -- painful.

As we danced, he looked into my eyes. I couldn't even will my own eyes away form his. As he had me mesmerized, he reached down and opened my fly. He saw the almost horror in my eyes and sad, "It's okay Michael, no one can see."

I didn't realize until he said it: this was my first concern. As soon as he said that, I relaxed a little. He reached in and cupped my balls and straightened out my junk and then ... he closed my fly again. I was in a state of suspended animation ... pure shock! "Little mikey" wasn't the only thing that was stiff!

"That a little better, Dude?" He then pulled out my shirt so it covered up the top of my junk, and we finished the dance in close embrace. I looked over his shoulder and directly into my sister's eyes, then immediately averted my eyes, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. Then it dawned on me that she couldn't even have a clue what just happened.

As soon as the dance was over I excused myself, saying I really had to pee. I almost forgot my former experience ... until I opened the door to the pitch black bathroom and heard some low moans. I hurried to the urinal and had to open my entire fly to haul out Little Mikey -- not so little at that moment! In about five strokes, I was moaning softly myself, and my former urinal buddy was again beside me.

"DUDE!! That was kind of a waste, huh?" I looked over and he was licking his lips, looking hungry and disappointed.

This time I just said, "Sorry, Guy! Sometimes I guess you just have to let it go!"

"Dude!" was all he said and seemed to fade back into a corner. I wondered if this was his normal place to get pickups.

When I came out of the toilet, there was my newest friend, waiting for another dance. "Can I buy you a soda -- or some juice?"

I really wanted to say yes. I wanted to experience something new and exciting. I was tired of playing the scared boy! I'd be back in Williams tomorrow and back to the same-o same-o, but ...

I was just about to say yes when from out of nowhere, my sis said, "Well, if we're going to get an early start tomorrow, we better get our asses outa here, huh?"

"Oh! Uh -- yeah, um -- Oh! This is my Sister, Diane!" I said about as fast as the legal jargon after a used car ad on the radio. "Sis, this is -- er -- what's your name, again?"

"Hello." He got suddenly extremely shy. "Um -- I'm Gil -- Gilbert!" He looked at me disappointedly and said, "Can I get your number?"

"Um -- I don't know, um -- uh - "

"Here! That's my card. Call me ... if you want ... to."

He thrust a card into my hand. I stuffed it into my pants and Spike and I were on our way out the door.

"Bye Sweetie!" oozed the other guy who finally had come out of the toilet.

"Who was that fem who told you good bye as we left?" Said Spike as we drove past the Safeway.

"A guy I met in the -- Spike -- why did we have to leave so soon?"

"Wha -- at?" She said incredulously. "You didn't even want to go back in there. Then when I saw you dancing with that guy, you had a look of pure terror on your face! I started to try to get to you, then you disappeared into the restroom. When you came out, and saw him you had a sick look on your face, so I thought you needed some assistance.

I told her what was really going on. Okay, I didn't tell her EVERYTHING! I told her that I made friends with Gilbert, and that it was just so close on the dance floor and that I had never danced with a guy before, but just when it started feeling good -- and then this guy accosted me at the urinal and that was why I looked sick when I came out.

"Ooohhh -- Baby! I didn't have any idea! Do you want to go back?"

"NO!"? I said. "I mean -- yes -- but -- now I'm embarrassed! I can't go back now. Let's just - "

"I'll drop you off and then go back to that quiet little bar -- and find out is that bouncer is gay or straight." She pulled around the corner in front of the juice bar and said, "Here we are!"

"No, Sis! He probably already - "

"GET OUT!" She ordered.

I got out.

She drove off.

I felt more alone than at any time in my short life.

"Hey, come back in, Dude! I didn't mean to scare you off!"

"You didn't scare me away, Gilbert, I just - " Then I looked ands saw that it was not Gilbert who was talking. It was urinal dude!

"Aw -- you don't have to insult me, man! Gilbert is what I sometimes call my little man here," he said firmly grabbing his jeans where his package was protruding generously, "But you can call me Willy."

And before even thinking, I laughed and said, "Hee hee," okay actually I giggled! "That's what I sometimes call MY little man HERE!"

"Hey, there you go insulting me again. Much more of that and I won't let you take me home tonight! And besides, I SAW your little man and there ain't anything little about him!"

Well, I had seen HIS too and in comparison, I wasn't ALL that big. "Hey, don't take it too seriously, Dude!" He continued. "I'm just trying to get you in bed -- some bed -- ANY bed -- anywhere! And don't worry about what you saw in there: I take better than I give!"

"Huh?"

"I'm a bottom, man -- a bottom!"

"I don't have any idea what you're talking about!" I said.

"It means that he'd rather be on the bottom -- in bed, Michael." I turned again and there stood Gilbert.

"Hiya, GILBERT!" Said Willy, again grabbing his package and shaking it.

"Why don't you go play with someone your own age, Joey!"

"Joey? He said his name was - "

"Yes, he likes to be known by his reputation. And if you have ever seen his willy, you'd know - "

"Oh, I've seen it!" I said.

"Gilly! I saw him first!"

"But you're jail-bait to him, Bro! You don't want to get him in trouble, do you?"

Sufficiently cowed, Joey turned and walked back in the bar. "Joey's your brother?" I asked.

"Naw -- at least not as far as we know. You see, I was adopted."

"Nuh-uh!" I said. "So am I!"

"Well, it's not as if you just won the lottery! Is this so exciting to you?"

"Oh! Well ... I just found out -- this afternoon!" I said, a little less excited.

"No kidding??!!!" Said Gilbert. "Well, then we're practically twins! We definitely need to fuck now!"

"You and Joey have one track minds! Are you sure you're not related?"

"Well, being adopted, you never know, but -- look at us. No -- we're not related. So -- is that a no?"

"Huh?"

Man, you gots a side tracked mind! Focus here, Dude! Are you saying no to my -- er -- preposition?"

"Preposition? Oh ... you meant proposition? Oh! Heh! You were asking me if I wanted to -- oh! Heh!"

I didn't want to tell him no -- just like that. I was so curious -- and SOOO horny. I unconsciously rubbed my crotch.

"See -- you DO want it!" He said.

I looked into the bar and then around the street. "My sis will be coming back to get me pretty soon."

I said.

"How soon?"

"About -- maybe -- a half hour? Can't do much in that amount of time ... uh ... can we?"

I really was hoping that he would talk me in to it -- find a way.

"Um -- what are you looking for? I mean, why did you come down here, anyway? It's pretty obvious that if we did anything -- it would be your first time -- right?"

"Y -- yes." I said.

"Look, I like you. I mean -- I'll be honest - I like almost anyone I could gat a fuck from. But -- you're the first guy I've met down here that -- well -- lives close enough to -- you know -- I mean -- if we liked -- each other -- Mike -- I've never really had a boyfriend -- just lots of partners."

"I dunno -- I've heard about guys with lots of partners, um - "

"Hey -- I'm clean! That's one thing that I have always been very careful about -- always using a condom -- stuff like that."

Stuff like that. It reverberated in head. It almost scared me away, but my hormones were really screaming out to me -- so I followed him to his car.

We got in the back seat. The windows were all darkened so no one could see in. As soon as we got in, he started to unbuckle his belt. I went to kiss him. I had kissed a few girls.

"Dude! Mike! -- what're you doing?"

"I was -- erm -- kissing you." I said, embarrassed. "Did I do it wrong?"

"Ew! I dunno! I don't -- I mean - "

"What -- you've never kissed a -- a -- guy?" I asked, incredulously."

"No -- I mean -- well -- Have you?"

"N - no." I admitted. "But -- I've kissed girls -- and -- well -- damn, Gil! How can you effing screw a guy that you can't -- or won't -- even kiss?"

"I -- I -- never -- um -- that's just getting -- so -- personal. -- or something. And -- don't call me Gil!"

"But -- well -- have you ever -- wait a minute! Don't call you Gil? You just called me Mike! Okay -- well, I don't like being called Mike ... either. Um -- but -- well, I mean -- have you ever kissed a girl?"

"YEAH!" He said, very defensively.

"Wow. But you didn't like it?"

He got a sheepish look on his face. "It was -- um -- on a dare -- in 5th grade."

"Omigosh! So -- in reality -- you've never really kissed anyone!"

"Well??!! You've never fucked anyone!" he said, defensively again.

"I don't think I want to fuck anyone that won't at least kiss me!" I said. I was sorry that I said it as soon as it left my lips. I wasn't used to using that "f" word, and it came out so -- angry souding.

"I'm sorry -- Mike -- er -- Michael -- I mean -- it just -- just -- I never thought about -- um -- maybe -- maybe -- um -- we can try it ... ?

"No way!" I said. I've always been taught that sexual intercourse is something that -- that -- is special. I'm not going to do it just to be doing it! I mean - "

"I meant -- maybe we can try kissing."

"Huh?" I uttered. "Oh -- well -- um -- okay!"

He put his lips on mine. He smelled of some sweet cologne, but mostly he smelled very strongly -- like a man! This produced an immediate reaction in my groin. I felt his scratchy face with my hand and the reaction intensified and I moaned a little. "Um -- wow -- you smell great -- but -- um -- open your mouth -- a little." I said.

"Huh -- oh! Okay." He did and I licked his lips. I may have touched his tongue a little. He then moaned loudly and closed his mouth and said, "Wow! That was -- um -- intense!"

Then he thrust his tongue way into my mouth, almost gagging me. I pulled back and said, "Make it softer!"

"Huh?"

"Your tongue. Let it be soft! Like this. I kissed him again and he opened his mouth. I more or less just let my soft tongue wander into his mouth. He gingerly felt my tongue with his own, then moaned again, this time stroking my smooth face.

"Omigod!" He said, pulling back for a moment. "You're beautiful, Michael!" He just seemed to be devouring only my face with his eyes in that moment.

I then continued unbuckling his pants and slipped my hand inside and felt his turgid piece of man flesh. I let my hand softly caress the length of it, down to his balls, then back up again, squeezing the head as I kissed him again. I felt something warm and wet on my fingers. I rubbed it around the top of his glans, which produced more of the same.

He almost ripped off his pants and then undid mine. He climbed on top of me -- as well as possible in the back of his car. Then he pulled me close and kissed me again. We were both clumsy about it, but -- it felt good -- it felt right!

I again stroked his scratchy beard and we kissed deeply, both of our pelvises seemingly doing their own dance with each other.

I spoke, breathlessly, "Wow! I've kissed a few girls, but -- it never felt like that!" I said.

"I -- I never knew!" He said.

"How -- how -- do you -- I mean - in a car -- how can you -- um -- do -- um - "

"I -- um -- usually just have them sit on my -- um lap."

"Oh, I said," and I made to get up.

"No -- not you!"

"Huh? Why - why?" I said, suddenly feeling that rejected feeling that was so familiar to me.

"I can't -- can't -- um -- do that to you -- after kissing you. It just -- seems so -- I dunno -- you deserve better!"

Yeah -- right!

My phone rang! "Hello?"

"Where ARE you?"

"I'm -- um -- just around the corner."

"Where?"

"In a guy's car."

"Mikey! Who told you that you could get in someone's car?" She said hysterically.

"Calm down, sis. I'll be there in a minute! -- are you back at the juice bar?"

"Yeah."

The magic somehow was lost after I felt rejected and then that call.

"I guess you have to go." Said Gilbert.

I wanted to cry! I knew that somehow, I probably shouldn't have even come here, but I wanted so much to -- to -- experience something! Well, I guess I did. I got rejected -- again -- the story of my life. We got dressed in silence and walked back to the bar -- in silence. When my sis saw me she started to walk, with an enraged look. I stopped and said, "I better just go."

"Please call me -- Mikey! You have my number. Is it okay to call you Mikey?"

"I'll see you -- I mean -- well, I dunno -- just -- okay -- well, um -- thanks -- I guess."

I walked to my sister. She turned and walked away, me following. In the car:

"Mikey, I was so worried! What in heaven's name possessed you to get into someone's car?"

"You left me off to meet someone! I met someone!" I said accusingly.

"But I didn't mean -- what did you do? I hope you didn't - "

"We kissed -- that's all!" I said

"Oh yeah, like I'm gonna believe that!"

"Well, okay, if you must know, I stroked his DICK while we kissed. Then - "

"STOP!" She said. "I don't need the details, Michael! You just - "

"That's all we did, Diane!"

Oh yeah -- depending on how I say it -- I call her Diane to get something or -- to ridicule her.

Notes: Well, whaddaya think? Do you want more? Comments may be sent to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com