"If Mike don't want to sleep in your bed, Richie... can I?" lisped Tony with a grin on his face. I can't make up my mind if Tony is scary looking or funny looking. He has that red hair buzz cut, tattoos, ear rings and that lower lip piercing with the stud that always looks like it hurts him. It hurts me to look at it. His nose is too little, his eyes never stop moving around and his ears stick straight out from the sides of his head. The buzz cut made them look even bigger. "Yeah, OK Tony, you can sleep in my bed if you promise not to fooking pee the god damned thing." I told him with a smile and a grab at his head for a neck hug. I like Tony. He is some distance away from brilliant, but he has a sweet heart and like I say, he's a choir boy in an outlaw costume. Mike snapped, "Can't you dick heads shut the fuck up for ten seconds." Tony and me looked away and then smirked at one another behind Mike's back as we lit up cigarettes. The 'gang' was getting me use to smoking and I did it because I wanted to fit in. It still made me feel a little nauseous though.
When he saw Tony and me light up Mac immediately came over with his hand out so I gave him a cigarette too. He is in 'charge' of the gang when Mike isn't around.
Mac doesn't look any cooler than Tony looks........and that's no problem in itself, but a small problem has developed where I'm just not hitting it off with him lately. I don't feel close to Mac like I do to Tony. Not a serious problem, he just won't warm up to me. I thought he liked me at first, but I'm beginning to think he's jealous that Mike gives me those bike rides three or four times a week. I don't believe Mac has ever been on Mike's motorbike.
Mike lives in a condo with his mother and brother. There was a fire in the place that made the condo temporarily unlivable and so Mike's family had to squeeze in with his aunt. The aunt's place was tiny and living there was making Mike grumpy. By the way,
that last remark is what's know as a 'gross understatement'. Mike can be 'grumpy' in the best of times...this is Mike being grumpy... 'squared'. That's a 'math' reference. It means he is REALLY grumpy. As a result of Mike's temporarily undesirable living conditions I offered to share my bedroom with him. It's only me and my father in our house and I've got my own room. My father is hardly ever there except to sleep. I made the mistake of offering Mike my bed to sleep in (I should have said "my room", not my "bed") and the guys are having fun teasing me with that 'bed' remark. Mike is not pleased that I made this offer in the way I did and in front of all the guys. He's thinking about if he's going to take me up on my offer and stay with me ............or not.
All the guys, and me in particular, look up to Mike as our leader. He has the leadership qualities most of the rest of us don't have......or maybe most of us are just followers at heart and we just latched on to the first guy who wasn't a follower. We're all straight boys, 16 years old or there abouts, and most of our activity takes place on the boardwalk here in Wildwood, New Jersey. Mostly we harass people, including each other, for laughs. Nothing criminal unless being silly is a crime. I said we're all straight boys, but I should qualify that. As far as I know we're all straight boys and I should have an asterisk next to my 'straightness'. I'm straight in every way I can think of except where Mike is concerned. It's the damnest thing.....he treated me really badly the first few times we ran into each other....he really bullied me!.... and somehow or other that rough treatment has got me attached to him in a major way and I really look up to him ....
Actually, Mike kind of jerked me off..... not once, but twice. Well, it wasn't "kind of", it was for-real wankings. I don't think it was sexual to him. There was clothing in between my boner and his hand.....it was more Mike being a bully, like I said, and humiliating me..... me, the new kid. But now I got a 'thing' for him. Embarrassing, but when I wack off I think of Mike and I shoot cum all over myself. It's awesome and I've given up trying to pretend it doesn't exist. It exist, I am hot for Mike Sullivan and that's all there is to it. I think Mike feels a little something for me too, but he hides it pretty well. It's hard to tell except when we wrestle and I can sometimes feel his boner. Maybe he'd get a boner from wrestling with anyone, ......and not me in particular. I sure would like to find out. That's why I'm anxious for Mike to agree to stay with me while his condo is being repaired. Aside from Mike, I'm 100% straight as an arrow..... I think.
Before Mike could make up his mind what to do about this moving-in-with-me possibility, along comes the boardwalk policeman on his trail bike to tell Mike "for the last time, kid" to keep his motorbike off the boardwalk. Mike gave him a hard look and didn't move for 30 seconds or so......then, after proving to us guys that he didn't jump at the orders of the boardwalk cop, he slowly walked his bike off the boards and parked it illegally in from of an Italian Ice vendor. We all followed him as if we were on leashes.
"Mike, you want a cherry Ice?" I asked him. "No I don't want a cherry Ice, Richie", he paused after saying that, and then in an annoyed voice...." but, OK, get me a lemon one." This broke up the tension of being ordered off the boards with the bike and we all got frozen Italian Ices. Mike and me got lemon and Tony and Mac got cherry. I really prefer cherry too, but Mike might think I sided against him if I got a different flavor than the kind he got. The lemon was OK.
We all drifted over to sit on or lean against a wooden bench. Mike asked me, "You definitely got your old man's OK that I stay with you, is that right?" I told him again that I just got off the phone with my old man ten minutes ago and it was A-OK. "Just like I told ya a few minutes ago, Mike. No problem buddy! We be cool!" Mike hesitated and stared at me for a second or two trying to figure out if I'd given him a flip answer and then begrudgingly he said he'd try it for a couple of nights and see if it felt awkward. "But, I'll pass on sleeping in your fucking bed, homo, and I'll bring my own sleeping bag."
I was thinking, "This is fantastic", when Mike said "Oh yeah, another thing"..... and he reached over and grabbed a fist full of my hair, something he does regularly, and with my hair being pulled tightly he finished his sentence "be sure to keep your hands to yourself when I'm sleeping. Tony is positive you're a queer so I got to be careful with you." Mike roughly pushed me away, letting go of my hair too late to avoid a hard hair pulling which always hurts. It made me drop my frozen Ice and then clumsily step on it splashing the juicy part up on my foot. Now I had that yucky sticky feeling on my foot and my sandal. I blushed from embarrassment. "You understand me, Richie?" snapped Mike. I got that stinging feeling in my eyes, but I refused to let a tear come out. "Yes, Mike, I understand." Tony lisped. "Mike, I said dat shit before we knew Richie..he's cool, man.
I was wrong about dat shit, man. Here Richie, man, you want to finish my Ice? I had plenty already. Here, take mine.. you dropped yours."
I didn't want Tony's Ice, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings by rejecting his kindness so I took it with thanks and finished it off. I don't know why Mike is so mean to me sometimes. When it's just Mike and me together he is a different person. Oh, he's still in charge for sure, but he's nice to me. He acts as if he likes me. I know I sure like him and I always forgive his harsh treatment. Anyway, hell, I was quickly feeling better by the second as the realization started to sink in that Mike and me would be sharing that tiny bedroom of mine. The more I let myself realize this fabulous turn of events the more my dick filled up and I got myself a real nice stiffy.
I put both hands in my pockets to work out a little two handed pocket ball with my boner acting the part
of goalie. Before I met Mike I never use to get nearly as many boners as I get now. They all feel so good!
Mike said he had some stuff to do so he was taking off. I assumed he'd ask me if I wanted a ride, but he didn't....he just rode off and Mac looked at me closely to see my reaction to that rejection. I purposely kept a smile on my face and said, "Either of you pussies been on the Double Shot yet this year?"
The Double Shot is an amusement ride on the boardwalk. It cost $5 per ride. It's a four sided tower with eight seats on each side. You buckle in your seat and wait with a pounding heart for the jolt of a life time. What happens is the operator gets you thinking the ride won't start for a minute or two...you relax and mug with your buddies and when you least anticipate it, he turns that bastard on.
The seat sections shoot straight up the tower 100 feet in one second or so. It's the equivalent of going up in an office building elevator ten floors in one second. Shoes and stomachs get left behind on the ground.......I've watched it 50 times and heard the screams from those on the ride, but so far I haven't worked up the courage to go on it. The ride then drops you 60 or 70 feet just as fast as you went up ....and before you can catch your breath, it's back up to the top and then flying all the way down..... you can't help but think you're going to crash on the ground, but of course you don't. I haven't even got to the point where I'm considering even considering going on the Double Shot. I'd leave more than my stomach and my shoes on the ground......probably whatever is left of my dignity would be forever left behind too. No thanks to that......
"Fuck the Double Shot. Let's continue our miniature golf tournament." said Mac. When Mike wasn't around Mac took over and the rest of us followed him. Today there was only Tony and me hanging out to follow Mac so the three of us walked down the boards to our favorite miniature golf course. We were in a tournament of 10 rounds...add up the score from the 10 rounds and the low score got $10 each from each of the other players. He also got the bragging rights for a year....that's even more desired than the money. In addition to the three of us, there were three other buzz cut 'gang' members participating. One of them was not Mike..... so that left it up to Mac to run the tournament. I'd completed five rounds thus far and I was in no danger of winning, but I just liked doing stuff with the guys. It gave me a feeling I belonged.
They were all very serious about their miniature golf and about winning. No fucking around ...and count every fooking stroke you take! Good sportsmanship hadn't made it's way to this part of Jersey yet and every mistake made by your competitors was guffawed at by the other players. Bad fortune got big laughs. Nobody said "nice putt' when you made one. "Lucky fucker!" was a much more likely comment when you did something good.
We did that for a while and afterward I was anxious to get home and get things ready for Mike. It was a 40 minute walk from the boardwalk to my dad's little row home. Ten one-floor row homes, as they were called in Wildwood....all attached to each other. The walls on either side were mutual walls for our 'home' and the 'home' next door on either side. We had windows in the front and windows in the back. That was it. My bedroom had one window ... and next to my bedroom was my dad's room with two back windows, side by side.
His bedroom was almost twice as big as mine. Mine was 9' X 8' and his was 16' X 16'. The bathroom took up all the difference in size between the two bedrooms. It had an exhaust fan, no window. Then up front was a nice sized family room/living room and a small, separate, eat-in kitchen. A double bay window in the family room and a smaller window in the little kitchen area. A small porch along the front. Not big at all, but more space than Mike had at his Aunt's house with eight people living there.....I hoped.
The door was unlocked when I got home so I knew my Father was still home. Not for long though. He was going out as I was going in. "Hi Dad. Going out?" I said, just to say something and he replied "What's it look like, Richie?" I stammered "Oh, sure...you're going out. Oh, by the way, it looks like that boy will be staying with us. Mike Sullivan is his name.
He's very grateful to you Dad. Thanks a lot, you made me out to be a hero to him. Saved his life...kinda ..heh heh." "Where are my car keys, Richie? What were you saying? What are you going on about now?
Who's a hero? For Christ sake, where are those God Damned keys?" I told him again that Mike was going to stay with us a while and Dad just said to keep him out of his way and "good night". The keys were in his pocket. He wouldn't be back until around midnight.
Our place was clean......after all, I cleaned it ..... but I decided to change the sheets on my twin bed anyhow..... just in case Mike decided he would use it after all. I'd only slept in those sheets one night, but why take a chance. I put some clean towels and a wash clothe on my dresser in case he needed them and I put a bottle of water and an ash trey there too. There was very little room to spare here. A small chest of drawers, the small twin bed and a corner desk for my computer. That was it. An oval throw rug next to the bed would be the only place for a sleeping bag.
If he wasn't careful, the guy in the bed would step on the sleeping bag guy when getting out of bed. I started to worry. Fuck, Mike might not have any more room here then he had at his Aunts'. This was the smallest bedroom in America. I never realized how small it actually is until now. What to do? I could sleep on the couch in the living room, but that defeats my main goal.....which is, ..to get Mike to do one of his 'tests' on me.
I sat on my bed with my head in my hands and wondered what has happened to me. Jesus Christ, but this is all so stupid of me. Why was I so fixated on Mike? He treated me worse than anybody I ever knew ... even worse than my Mother's boyfriend! And why is it, when I just think about Mike, I start getting a boner?? It was the mystery of my life. I didn't have a clue. I didn't have any one to ask about or even talk about any of this. I gave up agonizing over it all...screw it! It was almost 6pm and I was feeling a little hungry so I went in the kitchen and made a fried egg sandwich and ate it looking out the window. I tried to think of nothing. That was impossible... so I turned on the TV, made another sandwich and just as I took a bite I heard the motorbike.
A quick look out the window...it was Mike. I put down the sandwich and go out to meet him. "As it turns out, my sleeping bag is smoke damaged....from the fire. So I guess I will have to use yours after all."
I nodded my head indicating 'no problem' and said, "Here, let me help you with that satchel, Mike." He had a backpack on plus a satchel in his left hand. That's all. Mike held onto the satchel and in a voice close to a whine said, "Are you sure this is alright with your old man? I feel weird staying here. I don't even know you very well and I never laid eyes on your old man. Are you sure he said this was OK?" Mike seemed different. Like he was unsure of himself and maybe like he didn't know what to do or say. For the first time since I've known him he wasn't the brazen, over-confident tough guy. He acted more like the way he looked....like an over-grown baby-faced 16 year old who was struggling with all the complexities of adolescence.........just like me. Mike was just over six feet tall and thin....I was two inches shorter and also thin. We both looked pretty young but we liked to think of ourselves as grown up..... this "unsure" attitude of Mikes' was a bit disconcerting......
I felt a little bad for him too and I would like to be able to put him at ease, but I wasn't sure what to do or say either. I just said, "Yeah, it really is OK with the old man and I'm glad you're going to be staying here. Real glad." Mike did one of his stares as he tried to evaluate if I was being a smart ass. I kept a friendly look on my face and just stood there holding my hand out to take his satchel. After a short time he brushed by my out stretched hand and said, "I'll give it a try for one night.... but I gotta tell ya that it don't feel right to me already. I told you, I feel fucking weird! ....and I hate feeling weird. Where's your bedroom?" Now I was nervous. Wait till he sees the size of my bedroom.
We go in and I gave him the tour.."On your right Mike, is our lavish kitchen. That big white thing we like to call our refrigerator and next to that is something we hardly ever use called a stove." Mike stopped abruptly and slowly turned his head around so he could look me in the eyes.....he spit out, "Are you mocking me, you dip-shit?" I shook my head and said that I was kidding around. Goofing off and trying to get a laugh out of him. To my pleasant surprise he quietly said, "Sorry Richie, this is just strange and I feel uncomfortable. That's all. Let's see your bedroom." Back we went and I opened the door and held my breath.
"Fuck, it's just like mine at the condo. OK if I just drop this stuff behind the door?" That was all he said about the room.
He hadn't eaten so we made some more egg sandwiches after which we rode the motorbike to the convenience store to buy more eggs in case the old man wanted an egg. If he did it would be the first time since I'd been there. But, why take a chance. A bit later Mike drove us both to the boardwalk and we chained the bike to a telephone pole and walked the boards. It was nice on the boards with the breeze off the ocean. I felt so good just walking slowly on the boardwalk next to Mike. I finally, kind of, had some friends. He saw a few guys he knew and they said simultaneously, "Whas up?" and kept walking. A little later two girls call out, "Hey, Mike...Mike, over here!" He spots these two girls and swaggers over with me in tow. Introductions all the way around and it is obvious almost immediately that there was some kind of relationship between Darlene and Mike. They kind of held hands and acted shy with each other. I stood there awkwardly shifting my weight from one foot to the other.
The other girl, Carol, says to me, "How long you down for, Richie?" "Huh, what?" Was my response because I was concentrating on Mike and Darlene. Darlene was tall, but not big. Carol was big, but not tall. I didn't want anything to do with Carol, but she had a lot of interest in me and she would not stop talking at me. She was saying something and she put her arm through mine and walked me over toward the beach saying, "I'll show you exactly what I mean." I asked, "About what?" Carol giggled and said she swore I wasn't listening to a word she said and I nodded my head and looked over at Mike and Darlene. Mike had his arm around Darlene's shoulder and Darlene had her arm around his waist and their heads were together as they talked. I asked Carol if they lived in Wildwood and she said of course not, implying somehow ... "Who would live here?" They were from New York....... down on two weeks vacation. She told me that last year Darlene and Mike had something going and it looks like they are picking up where they left off last year.
I was quickly getting bored beyond endurance and insisted Carol and me go over and find out what was up. Mike was laughing when we got over to them and Darlene's face was red. "You are so bad, Mike Sullivan!" Darlene said in a joking way. "Wait till I tell you the joke Mike just told me, Carol. The mouth on him!!" She looked up at me and said, "Cutie, I forgot your name already." I told her again and she said that we were all going to ride the double shot so lets go! Darlene was real bossy and Carol was one of those girls that laughed a real high pitched giggle at almost everything anybody said...this caused others on the boardwalk to try to locate where that strange, annoying noise was coming from. Standing right next to her....well, the laugh was nearly unbearable.
My first night with Mike was turning into a nightmare!
And, in addition, there is no fucking way I'm riding the Double Shot tonight for the first time ever in my life...... and most certainly not with this bitch. Mike was busy with bossy Darlene as they walked up the boards in front of Carol and me. Upon closer inspection I noticed that Darlene did have something 'big' about her....besides her mouth that is. She had a fat ass...much too fat for the rest of her and the more I stared at it.... the funnier it looked. It was like a fat lady's ass attached somehow on a tall thin girl's body. I burst out laughing at one point, but no one paid me any mind.
At the Double Shot the line was very long and the waiting time was over an hour. Thank god Mike said he wouldn't wait that long. We skipped that ride and went on two other less thrilling ones which still had my heart pumping hard! Big Carol bitched about the seats being too small when all along she was using up her space and half of mine.
Finally Mike told the girls we'd meet them here tomorrow night, but right now he had to get home because he was getting up early tomorrow for work. Mike said to me as we walked away waving goodbye, "Come on Richie, let's jog away so they can't catch us if they all of a sudden want to walk back with us. Come to think of it...let's run our asses off. Fuck the jogging!" And run we did. Dodging the hordes of people on the boardwalk, but inevitably running into some less dexterous folks. Amazingly Mike started laughing after a minute of running on the crowded boards. "I haven't run for my life like this since those Hispanic bastards tried to grab your ass Richie." he said through his laughter.
After a short while he said there wasn't any way the girls could catch up to us now. He explained that last year he tried to get in Darlene's pants after a couple of nights on the boards with her, but no luck. He had no intention of meeting them tomorrow night so I felt great relief about that. We rode his bike back to the house and I had a nervous feeling in my stomach when I unlocked the door and it was just Mike and me standing there in the dark. I turned on a couple of lights and asked Mike if he wanted something to drink or eat as we drifted toward my bedroom. He was kind of in a quiet mood too and said he just wanted to take a shower if that was alright. "Sure", I told him..... he took a small toilet kit along with clean boxer shorts from his satchel. I handed him the towel and wash clothe and he was off to the bathroom. I listened to the shower noise. It was just on the other side of my bedroom wall and I pictured Mike standing naked under the shower washing his buzz cut blond head and his cute baby face and....and I had a boner. I stopped fantasizing about Mike in the shower and wandered around the living room, not thinking of anything, just killing time.
In ten minutes or less Mike was coming out of the bathroom with his dirty clothes and I said, "Mike, if you'll give me those I'll put them in the hamper. I do the wash twice a week and I can just add your few things in with mine....if you want me to. I'd be glad to do it." He looked puzzled, but handed me his dirty clothes along with the damp towel and wet wash clothe. He was wearing only boxer shorts and the tan line was visible below his boxers....his Bermuda shorts were longer than the boxer legs. His body was hairless and evenly tanned every where else on him that I could see... He must work without a shirt at the tomato farm. He looked real good.
'It all did seem awkward to us, but this is just the first night. Let's give it a few days.' That's what I wanted to say, but I was just as quiet as Mike was. I took my shower and it was a bit of a turn-on being in the shower knowing Mike had just used it. I fondled the bar of soap thinking that Mike had just used this too. My shower didn't take long and soon I was turning out all the lights except the outdoor light and the kitchen light. I left them on for the old man. Sometimes he remembered to turn them off when he got in, but usually I turned them off the next morning. Mike was under the top sheet in my bed. He looked good there too. His head was resting on my pillow. I had a surreal feeling............. this was too good to be true.
Earlier, on the boardwalk, we had agreed that we were going to take turns sleeping in the bed. One night he had the bed and I used the sleeping bag and the next night we switched and so on. I insisted he have the bed the first night. He said it was my house so I was the boss. I didn't really believe that I was the 'boss' for a second, but I just smiled and didn't contradict him. Mike also said he was just about positive he'd have to work tomorrow. If he, in fact, did have to work his mother would call on his cell phone about 4am and he'd get up, slip into a pair of Bermuda shorts, throw on a T shirt and some sneakers and I wouldn't even hear him leave. I just smiled again and nodded my head slightly. It was all fine with me.
He planned on pushing his bike down the end of the block before starting it up so it wouldn't disturb my dad. He'd see me on the boards with the 'gang' around one o'clock tomorrow afternoon. "You OK with all that, Richie?" I told him, "Yeah, great!" and we said goodnight. What a strange feeling to be laying on my sleeping bag and having Mike in my bed. How very odd and what an unexpected development. Just this morning I had no inkling of this as a possibility and now...here he was. We didn't have air conditioning...just a small window fan in my room. It blew on Mike because it was level with the bed, but I was on the floor so I didn't get the benefit of the breeze it created. I was warm and that's why I was laying on top of my sleeping bag. Mike did the same thing when it was his turn for the sleeping bag........
Not being real tired my mind wandered and landed on that "test" Mike had given me on the front porch a while back. He said it would reveal if I was gay or not. It was a vivid memory and one I'd jerked-off to a number of times. In my mind I pictured me sitting on the porch railing when Mike unexpectedly spread my knees apart, each one up against the railing. I would have fallen over backwards if I hadn't grabbed around Mike's neck. I can still feel his hands massaging the inside of my thighs and then him putting both hands up my baggy shorts. I could almost feel him grabbing my balls with the hand up my left pant leg and my dick with the hand up my right pant leg. The thin material of my boxers was the only thing between his hands and my bare skin.
My dick had quickly gotten hard that day from the massaging and squeezing of my cock and balls. Mike
fisted my cock and squeezed my nuts continually for a few minutes with me, at first, asking him to stop. Our noses and then the sides of our faces had been rubbing together as I'd held him tight around the neck....hell, my arms around his neck had been the only thing that kept me from falling backwards off that railing. He ignored my request to stop and, instead, established a steady rhythm of stroking my boner that began to feel so good that I couldn't help but hump my hips in time with his stroking. Eventually he picked up the tempo....it got faster and faster till finally I squealed out against the side of his face and gushed cum all inside my pants. He said I'd flunked the 'test'.....he claimed it all proved that I was gay.
What a rush I was getting reliving this memory....on any other night I'd be jerking myself off right then and there. Not tonight though because Mike was here.....sleeping in my bed. I quietly got up and with my hard cock leading the way I went in the bathroom, turned on the water to cover the sound and wacked off to beat the band. Thinking not only of the 'test' but also thinking about Mike in my bed, right this very moment, on the other side of that thin wall
.....and I shot a hard, long stream of cum against the shower curtain. I moaned as quietly as possible and shot off three more spurts. Weak from my climaxing I slumped on the closed toilet seat and tried to regain my breathing. Awesome feeling and then a little bit of a sickish feeling. I got up and cleaned the cum off the shower curtain and the side of the tub.
Back to the sleeping bag to try for some sleep and the next conscious thing I noticed was some musical notes repeating themselves....and, what am I doing on the floor? My eyes open a little and it all comes flooding back to me. Mike is in my bed and that noise is his cell phone. In a flash Mike is sitting up in bed saying, "Yeah, yeah...I'm up. I'll see you there.
Yeah, thanks." He clicks his phone shut, threw on his clothes, brushed his teeth and is gone in less than three minutes ......just like he explained it to me last night. I jumped up and went into the kitchen as soon as I heard the front door close and looking out the window I saw Mike pushing his bike down the sidewalk. Then I heard the muffled sound of him starting up from down the street and away he went. .......... It was 4:05am.
I tip toed quickly into the bathroom for a quick pee and then right to my recently vacated bed and crawled in. It was still warm from Mike as I lay on my back. I pulled the pillow over my head and pressed it to my face and smelled him. I moved my body wiggling back and forth where he had been laying. Then I flopped over on my stomach and humped the bed while I continued smelling Mike's head from the pillow. I began slow humping on my mattress and imagined Mike stroking my cock and squeezing my nuts. Oh, what a sweet feeling all around my crotch, belly and thighs....oh, oh, ah, ah, ah and hump, hump, hump and I cam a nice squeeze of cum up on my stomach followed by four more smaller squirts. It felt fabulous and I squirmed with the pleasure of the part fantasy, part true experience........ but when the feeling faded I found I had tears on my cheeks. I thought, "I must be really fucked up in my head. What is wrong with me?".........
Next thing I heard was the shower. SHIT!! The old man!! I'd fallen back to sleep without setting my alarm. Up and dressed in a flash I ran all the way to the store to get his coffee, danish and pack of cigarettes. He smokes exactly one pack per day. Every morning there is a $10 bill on the kitchen counter for me to buy those three items and I can keep the change.
Two or three times per week there is an extra $20 bill for me to help cover my meals that I eat out. On Saturday $40 for the household food and supplies plus my $50 for the chores I do. He told me this all adds up to the amount of money per week he had to previously send my Mom for my child support. Now he gives it to me to use here. Seems fair......I was grateful. If he could just eliminate slapping me across the face, I'd say he was OK.
The morning lasted forever it seemed....I got all my jobs done including washing our clothes. I washed the sleeping bag too. Why should Mike have to sleep on a dirty sleeping bag. It was my turn for the bed so I left the cum stained sheets in place. I was anxious to see Mike again and see if anything had changed. I couldn't think what might have changed. I guess I was just afraid something....something I can't even imagine, would screw up Mike staying with me. I walked to the boards and there were five of the guys goofing around. Tony came up the boards to meet me and we did the hand shake and one arm hug. I felt close to Tony and I can tell he really likes me too.
One of the big reasons I think he likes me is because he can feel that I really care for him. That's important to guys...to be liked. We had become buds.
Tony pulls out a half pack of cigarettes and offers me one. It's become part of our little social order....offering cigarettes. It is rude to decline so we all end up smoking more than we want to. We're smoking and talking about Tony's latest attempt to pick-up a 'babe' on the boards last night. "She won't win no fucking beauty contest, Richie ... but, fuck! you gotta see the lips on this bitch. Wheee oh boy!
She could suck a golf ball through 100 feet of garden hose! ... and I want those lips around my snake trying to suck my balls up through my dick!!!" Tony has himself laughing hysterically and it's contagious so I join in. He's leaning into me and really laughing and we screwed around lying to each other about this and that...goofing and having fun. Around 2pm I hear Mike's motorbike.
Mike parks and locks it on the street and swaggers up with a new, bright sunburn on his nose. It was hot and bright sunshine today and Mike works outside on that farm doing whatever it is that he does. Tony lisps, "Yo Mike, your fucking nose is wicked sunburned." Everybody likes good hearted Tony!... Mike says, "Jesus, no shit Tony...I wonder how that happened, Dude." "Maybe you worked outside today Mike...sun was pretty hot." Tony was sincere with this obvious observation and Mike said that " yeah, that must have been it". We all smile to ourselves because Tony is so clueless. Mike looks over at me and says, "Everything cool, Richie?" "Couldn't be cooler, Mike!" I say and we're off walking the boards and doing our usual routine. It sure seems that all is good to go for another night at my place.
Later that afternoon Mike says to me "Man, it is so hot and humid. How about we head out to your place.
Maybe we can stop and get some Chinese take out for dinner. What da you think?" Lots of times Mike seems to be asking a question or asking if something is OK, but I know by now that he is really just telling me what we're going to do. It's fine with me.
Off we went; just routine... Next two days are routine too, no surprises.. Trouble is that since Mike moved in with me we haven't taken even one of our private rides or had any wrestling activity at all. We have had some good conversations while eating our dinners and in my bedroom before sleep, but absolutely no touching.
I really missed the hugging/wrestling. Riding behind Mike on the motorbike had changed too. He told me after the first night he'd stayed with me.......we were riding some where or other when he turned his head around to me and said for me to stop trying to grab his balls and to stop hugging him like I was a pussy when we were riding the bike. He told me that I only had to hold on ..you hold on tight only for emergency fast take-offs.... which occur about once a fucking year. That's the way Mike put it to me. He said.... "Hold on to my waist with your hands only and don't fucking lay on my back. I over-look some stuff about you, Richie, but I can't allow you to molest me in broad daylight. It's embarrassing ...you should be embarrassed too! Keep your hands to yourself or I'm going to smack you in the mouth. Do you got all that, Richie?" ........
Yeah, I had it all. Fuck, but what could I say?....... "I'm not trying to molest you Mike or grab your balls .....and you told me to hug tight around your waist" etc etc...it sounded like whining so I didn't bother. At least he called me 'Richie' and not 'Richard' and at least he didn't grab a fist full of my hair to pull on. So I'll try to stick with his program. What other choice do I have? The third day he ran into my old man and both of them were fine with it..."Hi, nice to meet you... sorry about your trouble ....thanks for letting me stay...glad I can help...anything I can do...nice meeting you...yeah, me too..." That was about it, but it relaxed Mike even more and I could tell he was settling in for the long haul. That was a good thing...
The forth night I was in the bed and Mike was dead to the world on top of the sleeping bag. I couldn't sleep and so I found myself staring at Mike as he glowed in the moon light that streamed through the window. I was laying on my stomach at the very edge of the bed looking down at him. He looked real long and thin laying there. If he opened his eyes he'd probably be very startled to see my wide eyed stare......definitely freak him out. He'd be wicked pissed-off too, but I couldn't stop looking. He was deep asleep and his face looked completely relaxed.
Mike was very young looking which is something most people over-looked because he acts so tough and confident.
I couldn't get over how the buzzed haircut high-lighted the perfect shape of his head. Also his perfect hair line and his naturally thin shaped eyebrows and long curled eyelashes. His nose and lips and chin and cheeks and every God Damn feature of his face was like a Leonardo da Vinci drawing of the perfect young male face. Such symmetry of his facial features and the unbelievably healthy looking skin.....real physical beauty for a boy. It's something that, until recently, I wouldn't even recognize or acknowledge existed. I stared in wonder at his perfectly formed arms with the definition of muscle in his biceps and the fine, almost invisible, light blond tiny hairs on his forearms. His hairless chest and taut stomach....not a classic "six-pack" of stomach muscle, but very firm and tight. I'd felt this taut, tight stomach a number of times while riding behind him on his bike. His waist was narrow and his belly button was a cute 'innie'.......
I closed my eyes and thought that I'd never seen a more perfect looking boy. I'd known in a general way that Mike was cute and, you know...hot, I guess, but this, this perfection is something to be realized and absorbed. Naturally, I wondered about the hidden parts in his boxers, but I wasn't fixated on just that by any means. I looked down and could see his legs were just as perfectly formed as his arms. Muscle definition in his legs and the same very fine, tiny blond hair there too. This is a perfect 'male form' I thought. How lucky I am to now be able to appreciate it. I wondered if Mike has any idea how lucky he's been with the mix of genes between his parents and the generations of mixed genes before them. All resulting in this aggressive and dominate almost perfect looking boy. He probably just takes it all for granted. The word 'exquisite' entered my mind, but I was probably getting carried away. I think he's beautiful, I will say that, and it won't surprise you any that my hard boner was dripping....
I remembered how he smelled when I was riding behind him on the motorbike and when we did wrestling holds. Humans apparently emit some kind of chemical fragrance that other humans detect in their own unique ways (I think I read somewhere that the chemical emitted is called pheromones) ... whatever it's called I detected his in a very positive way. Sexy, pleasant, nice.
I looked at him some more and when I couldn't stand the ache in my balls any longer I turned over to face the wall and quietly jerked-off .. ...it didn't take much to get me shooting a lot of creamy cum into the sweat sock that I always had tucked between the mattress and the wall for this very purpose.....it is going to take a while for that sock to dry out ....
I tried to keep my moaning down and the window fan noise helped to cover it so I was sure I hadn't awakened Mike. I was tired by then and off to sleep I went.... with that little smile on my lips and the nice after affects of my orgasm buzzing in my groin and the picture of Mike in my mind....
Next day was like most days except I must say I was starting to notice that Mike was acting toward me much like he'd acted prior to sharing my bedroom. I think the exchange with my father had really given him confidence that the room deal was set.... he knew I wouldn't throw him out. He started being mean to me again when all the guys were around. Maybe BECAUSE he was sharing my bedroom he felt he had to prove to the guys that nothing had changed...I was still the new kid and I'd take the brunt of his abuse.
In the middle of the afternoon Mike got pissed at me I guess. He asked me something and I didn't catch what he'd asked me and I just said "in a minute, Mike....I got to get something for Joey." The next thing I knew he clamped his hand on the back of my neck. He has the strongest hands! He was right handed, but he had me with his left hand and it was still unbelievably strong. His thumb on one side of the back of my neck and his fingers on the other side.
Lots of pressure. It really hurt!
"Owww...ouch..ah ah Mike, please..that really hurts!" He bent my head down almost to his crotch saying..."Just a second, Richie. I'll be right with you. Just need something out of my pocket for Joey." and he squeezed harder. I was seeing red with black dots shooting all around in my head. "Oh, by the way, perhaps when you get a chance, Richie, you can give me a hand. I hurt my thumb at the farm today. Burned it on a match when I was trying to light the match with one hand. Did you ever burn your thumb Rich? HUH, did you?" I was like "Oh, ah ...please, you're really hurting my neck Mike." He continued, as all the guys snickered, they were all happy it wasn't them getting this treatment..."Rich, my thumb is too sore to pull down that hard metal zipper on my fly. Can you do it for me Rich. HUH?, can you?"
I was in pain and I heard ringing sounds in my ears.
He had my head looking away from his crotch so I reached over blindly to try to find Mikes fly zipper. After groping his crotch I finally got a hold on the little metal "pull" and zipped it down. Mike squawked out, "I don't mean here you dumb shit...you think I'm going to pee on the boardwalk? Zip that back up, but wait! .. FIRST, you better make sure my dick isn't in the line of that fucking zipper. Put your fingers in my god damned fly and check it out! "
I could hear everyone laughing and hooting and grabbing their own balls to keep from peeing themselves from laughing. Mike had a full audience today. All six of his loyal followers were here. I heard comments like " guess this is why Mike gives him a ride on the bike...in case he burns his thumb and needs someone to hold his dick" ..ha ha ha.....real clever stuff like that. They didn't hate me. I was just low man in the group and getting my comeuppance to remind me of that fact. It made all of them feel superior.
I groped some more and found the zipper opening and pushed my fingers in. At first I wasn't sure where I was groping, too low or two high. If I could just get a look at it for a second...that one look would be all that I needed. I couldn't twist my head around though....Mike's hold was too strong. So I pushed my fingers around in his fly and just like that I poked through his boxer's fly and my fingers were in his curly bush. Damn! And then I felt his balls hanging there..... and where the fook was his cock? It was so awkward trying to do this...everything was backwards.
It would be just like Mike to pull his dick out of the way just to cause me more embarrassment, but no...there it is. I felt along it's length for a couple inches and that indicated it was hanging straight down and away from the zipper. Feeling down further I hit the head just to be sure. His dick was just about the same size as mine. I squeezed it between my two fingers. Mike was standing very still and I could tell his cock was firming up. There wasn't any doubt. Then Mike angrily, but quietly said to me , "OK OK, zip it up."
Well, since I knew for sure his cock wasn't in the zipper's path I went right ahead and zipped him up. Mike blurted out theatrically, "You were touching my dick. He touched my dick.... the pervert! He was playing with my nuts and my dick! You are so naughty! What a bad bad boy!! Oh my god do you need a spanking." The guys were so into hysterics laughing.... it all just encouraged Mike. "Come over to this bench you naughty, naughty dirty minded boy!" People passing and gawking at me as well as my embarrassing situation and now hearing that I was playing with this boys balls. Humiliating doesn't cover it really. He was keeping me bent over and both my hands were now reaching up and holding onto the wrist of his left arm....not doing anything except holding on. It was an involuntary reaction...... to hold onto the arm causing me so much discomfort. Man, he knew how to hurt the back of a neck.!! For real!!
Bent over as I was I could only see the boards of the boardwalk and little else.... and certainly not where I was going. Mike pulled me through the people who were walking up and down the boardwalk enjoying themselves...Mike was having fun too, he was loudly saying what a bad boy I was. Other teenagers walking the boards recognized that someone, almost surely the dork of the group, was getting humiliated for the enjoyment of the 'in crowd' dudes. They smirked and gave words of encouragement to Mike as they walked by. They picked up on the 'spanking' joke and called out that I needed a hard bare ass spanking to teach me some manners. HA HA HA HA My face was red with embarrassment. We made it, eventually, all the way across the boards to the railing on the beach side of the boardwalk.
Mike made an issue out of picking just the right bench as he dragged me from one bench to another. I was going "Oh...uuhhh uuuhh.... aaaggggghhhh!! " as the discomfort ebbed and flowed. Finally Mike had the bench he wanted and he sat down dragging me down with him so that I ended up laying across his lap. All the guys accelerated their hooting and hollering except Tony who had started in with, "OK, Mike that's enough.
Let him up Mike. It's not funny now" And Mac is saying "Shut the fuck up Tony or I'll give you a spanking too." Guys hooting and ha ha ha!! "I'd like to see you try it, you homo." Tony yelled back ....it went like that for a little bit......... Mike fumbled around trying to pull down my shorts for a bit and finally settled for grabbing my ass.
Then from some where comes a lady's voice, "Just what do you think you're doing young man?" Mike said, "Excuse me....say what, Ms Buttinski? Surely you're not talking to me." I couldn't see the lady, but she sure had a bossy sounding voice. "Let him up this instant you fresh mouthed thing or I'll call the boardwalk police." "Hey lady, he's my little brother and he needs a big bad spanking for being naughty, but you go ahead and call all the police you want, Ms Busybody. See if I give a shit!" Mike had my head low to the boards on his left side, pushing down at the back of my head, and me laying across his lap with my left leg on the bench and my right foot on the boardwalk.
This was another one of Mike's incredibly intimate positions he gets us in. With his knees spread open a little my crotch fit right down tight on his crotch.
Our cocks were rubbing against each other as our crotches ground together and Mike moved his knees back and forth generating extra stimulation for our boners.
With his strong right hand he had settled on a firm grip of my left ass cheek. The tip of his index finger probing the back of my nuts while his whole hand pushed sideways into my ass crack.... the full length of it. Like a wedgie. He was massaging my bum and my crack and every few seconds squeezing it, but not so it hurt...actually, it felt so sexual I'd gotten my boner almost immediately.
Mike kept massaging and squeezing and I stopped fidgeting because I was fixated on the pleasurable sensations ......in a short time the feeling all around my groin, up into my stomach and all around my ass was tingling and humming and it was an awesome feeling. I was blowing out little burst of air as I felt my balls begin to tighten up and that pre ejaculation feeling began. All the activity surrounding me on the boardwalk had receded far in the background .... the arousal feelings in my groin ruled and had all my attention...
"She just called on her cell phone", Marty told Mike. Mike said to me, "Do you have a wooden or mental tube of some sort in your pocket, Richie?" And from Marty again... "I see the cop's hat bobbing as he's riding his bike up the boards, Mike" Mike all of a sudden said to me, "I owe you a spanking." and he sits me up by pulling my head up by my hair and releases me. "Tony, give Richie your hat to wear and come over and sit next to him." To me he said in my ear, "Cover up your boner!" and he walked over and took Kyle's hat and put it on his own head. All of this was partially or fully blocked from Ms Busybody's view by all the people walking up and down the boardwalk. Mike had now moved away from the bench talking to the other guys. When the cop rides up to the lady who was waving at him, she says, "They're over here officer." But, we looked different and we were all in different positions. Ms Busybody had a confused look on her face as she walked over in our direction with the cop.
She looked at Tony and me, but we didn't look like the two on the bench just a minute ago. Tony is short and I had a baseball hat on now . Tony and me ignored her and we got up and slowly started down the steps to the beach which was some twenty feet below. We knew Mike would shortly have them all talking in circles and Ms Busybody would be all confused as to who did what to whom and it would end up making her look like a fool. This is exactly the kind of thing all the guys loved and it would be discussed for days and create lots of laughs as the story got better with each telling.
Tony and me walked toward the ocean which looked calm today. "Mike can be a major prick, Richie. Are you OK?" I said I was OK, but wicked embarrassed. Tony told me not to worry about it because all the guys had one thing or another done to them over the years by Mike. He was the strongest and the smartest, but he was wicked cool too and funny as hell. "Don't ya think, Richie?" I told him that "Yeah, I agree. I'm OK and I know it's just Mike being Mike. I get over stuff quick." Tony reached up to give my head a rub and my arm a squeeze showing me he approved and that I had his support.
We had slipped off our sandals when we got on the beach and we walked all the way across the beach and into about six inches of ocean as it rolled in around our ankles all foamy and cool and then just as fast it rolled smoothly back out to sea. It felt good. The guys hardly ever go in the ocean because they lived here all year round and the ocean was just.... there.
A dirty, seaweed strewn expanse..... just waves of salty water rolling up on the sand. To tourist it was exotic and fabulous, but the locals were not impressed. Strange how that works. After a while we went back up on the boards.
The guys were there smoking and horsing around and they all followed Mike when he walked over to us. I kind of cringed as Mike reached over and put his arm around my shoulder to hug me. "You OK. Richie?" I said I was fine and everyone started talking at once and laughing at the same time...... they were telling how they all made fools out of the lady and the stupid cop. Mike walked me away from the group and over to the side of the boardwalk that was opposite the beach.
We headed for the side with all the stores and shops and miniature golf courses and water parks and amusement rides and everything under the sun.
He said, "Richie, I want you to try something fabulous.... they're new. Crusty french fries. They are simply the best french fries you'll ever taste. Have you ever had them? No? Come on with me." He had a long string of things to tell me which all added up to less than an apology......he probably thought it was an explanation. No matter, with his arm around my shoulder I began to feel a little bit special because he was spending time just with me. He bought the french fries which came in a paper cup with a real small cup of ketchup as part of the package. "Watch out cause they're wicked hot right out of the fry-o-lay-tor. Pick out a long one and dip the end in the ketchup." I did the things he said to do and the french fry was the best I'd ever tasted. Crunchy on the outside with lots of salt but creamy delicious inside. "Yum yum!" I said and we finished the whole cup without saying another word. Mike bought us both a lemonades that were make with fresh lemons that are squeezed right in front of you. It was delicious too.
Mike put his arm around my shoulder again and we walked down the boards in no special hurry to get anyplace. He was telling me that... "You handled that situation OK back there, Richie. You know I was just fucking around with you getting some laughs for the guys, right? And, you didn't make a big stink which I really liked." I said that sure I knew that and it was wicked embarrassing, but I know the routine, I'm no baby. Mike said, "Ya know Richie, you are quickly becoming my best bud out of all the 'gang'. You do know that, right?" Boy oh boy was I getting a great feeling and a little bit of a swelled head. I can't tell you how great it made me feel. He really, honest to God, likes me. Maybe best out of everyone. The entire humiliating spanking scene was totally ancient history!
That afternoon Mike was giving me a ride home on his motorbike when we heard thunder and saw a big bolt of lightning. The sky quickly got very dark and Mike says that it looks like we're going to get wet. More thunder and lightning and then a few fat drops of rain hit the street around us. More fat rain drops and then a deluge. Rain so thick it was almost as if we were under water. Mike has to pull over and stop. All of the other traffic does the same. The two of us are totally drenched within seconds. It was wild. I never saw rain like this. In two minutes the gutters were backing up and there was an inch, then two inches of water in the road. Then, just like that, it tapered off and quit altogether within a couple minutes. The sun came out. From beginning to end maybe six or seven minutes. Unbelievable. We couldn't have been any wetter though if we had just stepped out of the ocean.
Mike took it slow the last five minutes getting us home because there was a lot of water in the streets. We parked the bike and walked up on the porch laughing because Mike pulled out his cigarettes and they were so soaked it looked like a pack of wet, loose tobacco....he just threw them out. I pulled out my money and all the paper bills were soaked through....I didn't throw those out though. I spread them on the windowsill to let the sun dry them. Mike had gone in the bathroom for a towel. I looked up and he was standing four feet from me completely naked. He was drying his buzz cut hair and saying something under the towel. "Get out of those wet clothes", is what it sounded like.
I couldn't take my eyes off his totally naked body. His small pube patch surrounding what looked like about a 6 1/2 inch uncut dick swinging above nice round balls. Everything proportioned and just as perfect looking as the rest of him. I just stared and when he pulled his towel down he looked at me as I stared at his body. "Richie, get out of those wet clothes. I'm going to let you suck my cock today, but hurry up." I said, "What? Such your cock? I'm not a queer. I don't blow guys." "Just get out of the clothes" was all he said. I pulled my soaking wet T shirt over my head and stepped out of my sandals. I felt like I was in a trance. Next my cargo shorts dropped and I was standing there with half a stiffy poking out of my boxers. Mike said, "Drop the boxers and get over here." That's what I did.
Mike wrapped me in his arms and pressed me to his body as he said. "You have been wanting to suck my cock ever since the first minute you saw me. I like you so as a favor to you I'm going to let you do it. My girlfriends do it regularly and I'm wondering if a guy can suck me off better than a girl. Obviously you're queer and you're drooling all over the idea so I'll let you be the guy. As you know, I'm totally straight, but I'll help you out anyway because, as I said, I like you. Even though you're a homo I try real hard not to judge people. " Our naked bodies came together and the feel of his bare skin against mine sent shivers all over me. The smoothness and tightness of his body was dreamy. I shuttered as he kissed the side of my neck.
"I know you want to be kissed and I know you want to kiss me and hold me tight because that's what fags like. I read all about it and I've seen "Queer As Folk" so it's certainly no fucking secret what you people want. I act tough and I am tough, but I'm compassionate too. You didn't choose to be gay so I'll help you out. As he was saying all this I stood still in his arms and he kissed all over the side of my face. Then he dragged his tongue across my cheek and kissed me on the lips. I'd never had a boner as hard as the one I had at that moment. It was pressed tight in between our taut bellies. I said nothing.... I didn't want to distract him.
His tongue entered my mouth and we French kissed till I was very dizzy. Kissing another boy was something I never even thought about. I'd only made out with girls three times in my life. On each occasion it was at some one's birthday party. I can't say I liked it all that much. I certainly had very little experience. Mike appeared to know exactly what he was doing. He rubbed the hair on the back of my head and he rubbed my back and then both his hands cupped my buns and he pressed my crotch into his and humped gently into me. I groaned and moaned and couldn't think in my brain where I was, but I wanted to stay there, wherever "it" was. My boner was leaking and Mike's hard cock poked my belly button and was just as wet as mine. In a breathless voice Mike told me, "OK, Richie... down on your knees before I change my mind."
I hesitated, not sure what to do and Mike pushed down on my shoulders. All of a sudden I was on my knees in front of Mike and his hard, wet cock. There it was......right in front of me.
Mike took it in his hand and traced the head of his cock across my forehead and down one side of my face and across my chin and up the other side of my face.
All along the way his cock head left a wet trail of pre cum. "Open up and I'll give you a quick taste."
I opened my mouth, he told me to stick out my tongue and he wiped the wet head of his cock on it. He placed his cock on my tongue and slid it in all the way to the back of my mouth. "Suck on it ......and no fucking teeth!" I tentatively tongued his cock and then I put my fist around it near his belly and lipped it up and down a few times. Mike gasped and told me to use more tongue.
As I got use to doing it I became more aware of things; such as,.... I liked having Mike's cock in my mouth....I liked feeling it in my fist too and feeling it grow and get harder as I sucked it...I liked his smell, stronger here then I ever noticed before from smelling his pillow or smelling him when we wrestled. I liked him holding my head and I liked the feeling of being under his control and doing what he told me to do. I could feel his pre cum drooling into my mouth and there wasn't anything to do but swallow it. I sucked Mike for about ten minutes and
for the last five minutes of that I was stroking my own cock in rhythm with my sucking and the stroking of his cock.
Mike's breathing was getting short and fast and without warning he pulled my hand off his boner, grabbed my head and forced his hard boner into my throat and started fucking my mouth and throat with fast deep strokes grunting with each penetration. Tears streamed down my face and my heart hammered in my chest...I was frightened and I couldn't breath. I also couldn't pull my head away from his strong grip. Both my arms were now holding Mike around his thighs as he roughly drove his long boner in and out of my throat. My cock got soft as I panicked and my eyes were looking up to Mike pleading silently for him to stop. He looked back down at me with his lips tight together and continued the assault on my tonsils. I began to realize I wasn't going to die from this and
just thinking about the way Mike was using me, strictly for his pleasure, made my cock begin to bone up again.
Then Mike screeched out and grunted and moaned as I felt the rush of liquid flood my throat and I tried to inhale air causing a lot of his cum to get sucked up into my sinuses and blow out in spraying strings from my nostrils. Mike's cum and my mucus covered my upper lip and ran in rivulets around my mouth onto my chin.
I was choking and desperately trying for some oxygen as Mike continued with his orgasm and cum was getting splashed on my face and in my hair and then back in my mouth again. His face was scrunched up and he was making all kinds of sounds of stressed pleasure. It seemed as if I was totally forgotten by Mike and that I had become only a means for his pleasure. That thought caused my cock to bone up hard and I wanked it and humped my hips and out shot a long stream of cum quickly followed by another.... and then another...the feeling was so intense I yanked on my cock trying for more cum shots long after I'd milked myself dry.
I'd grabbed hold of Mike's cock again somewhere along the way....he said, "Alright for Christ sake..let go of my cock! The damn thing is too sensitive.... Let go of it Richie!" "Huh? Oh, yeah...sorry Mike..I Ah ..that is... I cam all over us Mike. Sorry!" Mike smirked at me and said softly "Holy shit! You are quite the cocksucker Richie. You're my personal cocksucker now, that's for sure! You know that, right? Who's cocksucker are you Richie?" I stopped pumping my softening boner because it was sore and sensitive too and I looked up at Mike. "What do you mean, Mike?"
He casually smeared some of his cum that was dripping off my chin back up and around on my face with the palm of his hand and said. "It's simple, Richie. When I want my cock sucked.... you get busy sucking it. That makes you my personal cocksucker. That's not too hard to understand is it?"
I wish I didn't do the dumb ass frown thing with my face that I do all the time, but It's what I do...... so from my position on my knees looking up at him, I gave Mike my dumb ass quizzical frown. As if this concept was beyond my ability to comprehend. "You liked sucking my cock Richie. For Christ sake you jerked yourself off while doing it. You cam as hard as I did. So, what can't you understand? You're my personal cock-sucker. Now, who are you?" His voice was getting angry sounding and he had that fist full of my hair again. I quickly said, "I'm your personal cock sucker, Mike." "And what else, Richie?" I thought for a few seconds and said "And I liked it...I loved it. I love being your personal cocksucker, Mike!"
Mike smiled a real nice smile and said "That's my good boy, Richie! And you get a reward." He pulled me up and kissed my mouth and licked some of his cum off my lips. He gave me passionate kisses for several minutes. He could have continued all night as far as I was concerned. Eventually we walked slowly back to my bedroom and Mike said, "How long have you known you were gay, Richie?" I told him I didn't know I was gay until I met him and he was the only one I was gay for.
Mike chuckled and gave me another hug and a long wet kiss. I could understand that I was gay. Certainly I was gay for Mike, that was obvious even to me. What confused me was that he was constantly kissing, licking and hugging me...plus he got just as boned up as I did and yet he said he wasn't gay at all. Just me. I enjoyed everything too much to argue about it. I never wanted him to stop. We talked quietly on and he wanted me to describe every detail of my cock sucking and every thought I had while he was fucking my face. I went over it for him almost second by second.
When we'd gotten to my bedroom Mike had put on some boxers, but wouldn't let me put anything on. He kept guiding the conversation to how much I liked gay sex even though I told Mike time and time again that this was the first gay sex I'd ever had. Well, assuming he didn't want to count the two times he jerked me off to climaxes that is. At one point when I'd said that he grabbed a fist full of hair and jerked my head hard and told me not to be a smart ass "You got that, Richie?" another shake of my head with his fist full of my hair and I said "Yes, Mike...I have it. I'm sorry Mike!".
Then he was back to being sweet to me and we hugged and cuddled on my bed for an hour. Me completely naked and Mike with just his boxers. Most of the time we both had serious hard ons. Mike finally told me to pull down his boxers and suck his cock again.
It went pretty much like the first time, except there wasn't much hugging and kissing after this second blow job. Mike was finally satisfied I guess. I missed the hugs and kisses to be honest with you. He promised not to tell the other guys I was a cocksucker and I was glad of that. I didn't want to have to face Tony if he knew. He kind of looked up to me, but he sure as hell would stop doing that if he knew I was sucking cock. Mike said he expected me to hop to it when he wanted something and I promised I would and said he won't be disappointed! There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for Mike now anyway.
I couldn't help but wonder what is the next thing he's going to tell me I have wanted to do with him ever since I met him......I can't wait to find out what it is! That night we eventually took separate showers, ate sub sandwiches for dinner and went to sleep together in that twin bed. It was the best day of my life....so far.
fiction by Donny....