Mike His Bike and Me

Tony was talking in his unique lisping way, "That new kid has the smallest dick I ever seen. He took a piss in the urinal right next to me. I couldn't: not look". He nodded his head at Joey and then at me trying to get confirmation from us that he was correct about having to look ...we gave him blank stares. He acted annoyed, but continued with his dissertation ..... " Ya know, a little tiny dick on a kid in the 10th grade? It's funny as hell. Check him out in the showers after gym or something? The new fucking kid.. with the tiny dick?"

"Why do you keep going on about this, Tony?" Asked Joey as he groped at his crotch.... "What new kid?

And who looks at a guy's dick anyway? What the fucks wrong with you?" Tony argued about something and then Joey said something after that..... but I wasn't paying attention anymore, it was a 'Tony & Joey' moment.... I let their words evaporate before they reached me. This was right after the first of the year and we were in our High School cafeteria sitting around a lunch table. So far it was Tony, Joey and me. We always ate lunch together ....usually with Mike and Kyle too, but for some reason those two weren't here yet. The rest of our gang had the second lunch break so it was usually just the five of us.

I was gazing outside as I chewed my grilled cheese sandwich. Nothing special, just watching the light snow swirl around and eventually melt on the cafeteria windows. It was typically cold weather for this time of year in Wildwood. I didn't care how cold it got. Today my head was full of happy thoughts because last night Mike and his Mom, and my Dad and me went out to dinner together. During dinner we discussed Mike staying with me at my dad's house for the remainder of this school year. Everyone was quickly in agreement that this was a good idea. I was probably more in agreement than anybody else because I'm in love with Mike.

Mike is almost completely recovered from the stabbing incident of last summer, but he's not totally 100% fully recovered yet. So from Mike's perspective,

some bad news..he's not quite strong enough to try out for the wrestling team this year. A real disappointment for him. I was secretly happy about it because it meant I could spend more time with him. Wrestling practice is three hours after school, five days a week. If Mike had tried out for the team I would have tried out too. Not much chance I'd have made it, but I would have tried my ass off anyway. Oh well, I don't have to worry about that now.

As far as my perspective.....well, things have never looked better for me. I was day-dreaming these thoughts when reality intruded in the form of Tony, again... "Do you know his name, Richie?" I looked up and said, "What?" It's something I say quite often. Tony patiently repeated himself, "Small dick .... the new kid....what's his name?" I put my index finger to my lips as if I was deep in thought and said, "Hmmm, let me think! Small dick's name wouldn't be 'Tony'.... would it?" Tony says, "No I don't think so... that don't sound right." I really like Tony because what you see is what you get. He is exactly as he appears to be. No subtlety, no sarcasm .....not a lot in the way of brains either, but a sweet nature and a great friend. He assumed my guess was sincere .... he didn't know I was teasing him.

No one knew or cared what 'small dick's' name was and shortly the conversation drifted on in other directions. It had made me think that the new kid in question was definitely not Tom Brown. Not if a small dick was part of the package. Tom certainly qualified as a new kid at school, but he definitely did not have a small dick. As I thought about this I took a look at him. He was holding court at his own lunch table on the other side of the cafeteria. Tom and his big dick never ate lunch with us. Tom mostly hung out with the snobby Abercrombie and Fitch crowd.

Of course, since he lived a few doors down from Mike and me we saw him often, but usually only briefly. I remembered the first time I saw Tom. It was on our front porch.... before school started. On that day Tom was wearing only tight gym shorts and it looked like he had a pair of sweat socks stuffed up in there to increase the crotch bulge. No tiny dick in there. It looked absurdly large and I couldn't help but stare for a second or two. Naturally, he'd caught me looking.

I checked the wall clock, Mike still hadn't shown up for lunch yet and lunch period was half over already.

Mike and I have discussed Tom Brown a number of times. We'd noticed that Tom doesn't miss much. He's very smart and he picks up every little nuance in anything you say. Also, he is always doing that double entendre routine where he says something that is sexually suggestive, almost always with a gay theme.... but it could also mean something innocent. He's a challenge alright. Mike and me can't figure out if Tom Brown is gay or if it's just that he thinks Mike and me are gay. Or maybe it's something else entirely. In any case, Mike thinks Tom is big trouble just waiting to happen........... they have a very cool relationship......meaning they don't get along real well. Not cool, like....kewl! Frankly, I think that Tom shows a little bit too much interest in me. Most of this interest translates into him bullying me or bossing me around. Tom does this when it's just him and me........ Mike nowhere in sight.

Tell you the truth, he reminds me of Mike sometimes. The way Mike was when Mike and me first met. And, along those lines... I have to admit that Tom is one hot looking guy. Funny thing is, before I met Mike, I never would have thought to say anything like that last comment about Tom being hot. I didn't notice other boys then.... now I do. Mike's still number one when it comes to looks though .... that's not even close. But still, I gotta say, Tom has some sort of an exotic look. I don't know exactly what to call it ...his bright green eyes contrasting with dark brown hair and his olive complexion. Fabulous mouth, full lips....cute smile....milk white teeth behind full, sexy lips. Really cute face, actually.

Hell, it didn't stop there either. He has a great, taut body too. Fairly tall....well, he's almost my height which is 5'10"......Mike's a couple inches taller than Tom and me. All three of us are thin, but the big difference between the three of us..... Mike and Tom are strong. I'm not. Tom has muscular looking legs and the word is he was on the track team at his previous High School. It really doesn't happen too often that Tom, Mike and me are together, but when we are, Mike and Tom are very competitive. Arm wrestling, foot races, sports knowledge, eating the most pizza....anything.... you name it, and they'll try to out do each other. Makes me uncomfortable.

Another unusual thing, and I'm not at all sure how it happened, but in just three months almost everyone in school knows who Tom Brown is.. I'm new here this year too and it's not even close.....Tom is much better known than me. Mostly I'm known as Mike's friend and he is well known from his wrestling team victories last year as a Freshman. Considering the way us High School kids are, it's surprising that, what with Mike and me living and hanging together so much, no one has suggested that we're "gay". I half expected it, but... nothing. Well, with the one exception being those smart ass comments from good old Tom Brown. Of course, even though we do many gay sex acts together, Mike doesn't think of himself as "gay". He thinks I am, but according to Mike, he is just going through an adolescent 'phase'. He's just experimenting with his sexuality. I don't really care.....whatever makes Mike feel comfortable is OK with me.

As I'm thinking about these things, Mike and Kyle finally do show up at our lunch table. They were looking very pleased with themselves too. Somehow they'd been successful in getting dates for the school's "Winter Dance". That's why they were late coming down for lunch. Amazingly they'd talked the Baxter twins into going with them to the dance. These are two very popular girls and they rarely date outside their own species. They are apparently making an exception for the Winter Dance...... Mike and Kyle are closer to the Gothic crowd than the Abercrombie & Finch crowd where the Baxter girls can usually be found. Ah, what the hell....we all gave congratulating high fives and fist bumps ..... almost as if we cared.

I didn't show it, but I did care...... a lot, but not in a positive way. I was really unhappy and disappointed because I wanted Mike to go 'stag' like me and the other guys. I was jealous that Mike was taking a date and I was even more jealous that he was double dating with Kyle and not with me. I could feel my face getting red. I told the guys at the table that I had to get to my next class early to get some help with a Math assignment. Embarrassing, but I was afraid my freaking eyes were going to start tearing-up. Man, I need to get a grip .....and I need to realize that Mike doesn't belong to me.

After finishing our homework that afternoon I worked up the courage to ask Mike why he and Kyle had come up with this crazy idea to take dates to the dance. He looked at me with his stern face and said, "Why the fuck do you think I have to explain my every action to you? Just for the record though, I've been trying to get a date with Tonya for a year now. You get to suck my cock, Richie ....not pry into my personal life." I mumbled that I was just wondering, that's all.

Mike must have detected the deep disappointment in my voice because he looked hard at me for a few seconds and then his face softened and in a bit of a frustrated voice he said, "OK, Ok ....even though it's much too early for this, go on in the bedroom and get undressed. Make it fast ...... I'll let you suck me off. Shit, I hate to see you pouting ..... so, what the hell, maybe as a special treat.... if you're really good, I might also give you a hard fucking later tonight. Now, do ya feel a little better?" I gave him a puzzled look.... but only for a second and after that I did what he said to do.

Sucking Mike off never gets old. It's great. He did give me that hard fucking later that night too. He wanted to fuck me while I was on my knees.... with my forearms on the floor and my boy pussy up in the air. My head was bouncing up and down as he stood behind me, holding onto my hips, humping into me fast and hard. It made a slapping sound every time his crotch smacked up against my ass. When he got his rhythm going he was driving into me hard, fast.... and deep.

Every penetration inched my body a little bit forward and caused me to grunt out "Ohh" along with each slapping sound.. I eventually hit my head against the base board of the wall and shot off so forcefully my cum splashed up all over my chin. Mike cam right after that and he really filled me up with his huge, creamy load. It kept drooling out of my hole until I fell asleep....probably continued doing the same thing while I slept too.

We share my bedroom which has only the one twin bed and a sleeping bag on the floor next to it. Mike and I share the bed a lot, but recently if I show too much affection toward Mike....too much hugging and kissing.... he makes me sleep on the floor in the sleeping bag. He always says something like, "God damn-it Richie, if you're going to act like a queer you'll have to do it alone in the sleeping bag." Mike hugs and kisses and licks me often, but he considers that my "reward" for being his personal cock sucker.

The Saturday of the dance arrives and Mike had borrowed his brother's car for the double date. I'm getting a ride with Tony in his dad's big SUV.....not a cool ride, but better than my alternative which was riding Mike's motor bike in 20 degree weather. Lately Mike has been acting pre-occupied when we're alone and I'm beginning to think he might be losing interest in me. It's a real fear. I spend a lot of time worrying about it. I look for things to try and impress Mike with...things that might make him like me more. This morning he said he was going to Manny's for a haircut so I thought I would suck in with him and get a haircut like he gets. I asked him if I could come with him and get one too. He nodded his head while trying to hide his smile.

The "Manny" of Manny's Barbershop has apparently been dead for quite a number of years and his son, Tito, was running things now. Tito is middle aged and gruff. There wasn't anybody in the shop this early on a Saturday morning so when we walked in Mike said, "Yo Tito, how they hangin?" Tito just said, "Who's this?" as he looked at me. Mike told him I was his bud and to give me the "Mike" special. I sat in the barber chair and five minutes later all my hair was gone except for about a 1/4 inch of it all over my head. Tito also razored my sideburns to points like Mike always has.

On the way home, in the car..... at a red light, Mike rubbed my head and squeezed the back of my neck and said that he was so glad I was his special friend. It looks like for once I scored some points with Mike.

He always likes it when I agree with him or take his side in an argument, but generally speaking......he's happiest when I do everything exactly like he does it.

I really needed this pick-me-up and getting the buzz cut proved to be just the right ticket today. I couId sense Mike's approval and I was beaming. My dad was working this weekend so when we got home the house was empty. Mike was in a real good mood and said, "OK Richie, you earned an early morning reward. Take your clothes off and you can suck me off real quick like."

Yesterday afternoon.... and now again this morning! Hot shit!!!

He had a semi hard-on when I started in with licking under his balls and back around his hole. He kept rubbing my buzz cut head until he shot a large load... some in my mouth, but mostly on my forehead and on the top of my head. He'd been trying to talk me into getting this buzz haircut almost as long as I've known him and Mike really likes to get his way. It was turning out to be fine with me. Five minutes into Mike's blow job I'd gotten that feeling I was about to cum so I'd stroked my boner and shot off a long juicy stream of creamy spunk. It felt sensational. Mike was very affectionate after the blow job. We went at a hot make-out for a half hour at least...... me still completely naked.

Near the end of our making out Mike began stroking my boner and I had my second big climax of the morning.

I sucked and licked Mike's cock and balls until he blew his second load of the morning. All in all, a fabulous time. A relaxing day, pizza for dinner and all was right with the world. Mike told me I looked 'hot' with this new haircut. I just smirked at him like I knew it already.....I was "hot" and "cool".....

Around 7pm that Saturday evening Mike took off to get Kyle and the twins. Tony came by for me with Joey and Mac already in the car. Mac naturally insist on riding shot gun so I sat in the back with Joey who smelled like he'd been drinking beers. Turns out it was rum and coke, not beer. All three of them had half pints of Captain Morgans Rum and cups of coke with lids on the cups and straws sticking out. I said, "Yo Tony. You drinking and driving?" He told me he was only having the one drink...... no more. He lisped out that he needed to get a little high because he felt he had a better "rap" going with the chicks when he'd had a little booze to smooth the way. Tony said, "It gets so I'm pretty much a chick magnet once I get a little booze in me." Of course he was serious and Mac turned his head to look in the back seat at Joey and me to share in the grins that we tried unsuccessfully to hide.

When Tony is done his drink he gave me his cup and we filled it part way with coke and added some rum. Plain coke is much better tasting, but at least coke and rum is drinkable. I've found that wine is totally undrinkable and 'shots' of anything alcoholic fall into the same 'undrinkable' category. Beer can be handled, but it's not tasty. Booze must be hidden in orange juice or soda or something in order for me to get it down. We all smoked which also helped us swallow those drinks. I got a lot of good natured razzing about finally joining the gang for real. They were referring to my buzz haircut which all of them had had as long as I've known them. By the time we got to the dance I was feeling the rum. Now I might even have enough false courage to ask someone to dance. I was wishing I could ask Mike.

I did ask a couple of different girls to dance and surprisingly both of them said "yes". The first one was Judy Goldstein who was short but real cute and perky. She slow danced with me and then stayed with me for a long time talking and stuff. It may have been she liked me. She insisted I try fast dancing which I felt silly doing, but I went along with Judy and at least tried. She taught me a basic dance move and we practiced together. I was actually having fun when Mac came over to say it was important I come with him. I excused myself and Judy looked disappointed and somehow I felt bad about that. The only thing Mac wanted was for me to keep him company having a smoke and another rum and coke out in the car. I asked if he'd seen Mike yet. He hadn't, which was strange. Kyle and Mike and their dates hadn't arrived yet.

The second girl I asked to dance was almost as tall as me. I had the extra false courage after the quick rum & coke and cigarette with Mac. So, me and my false courage walked right up and asked her to dance. Her name was Jill something.....I forget, but she wasn't as nice as Judy and she said I smelled like an ashtray. Sweet! I wish I had stayed with Judy. I managed to sneak away from Jill after just two dances and I headed for the boys room to pee out those rum and cokes. Right away I spot Tony who was in the middle of a hot make-out. Unfortinately for him, it was with an extremely over-weight girl. They were right there in the hallway in plain sight. Tony's little ear rings bobbing around and a light sweat glistening on his buzzed red hair. The lower lip stud reflecting the overhead light. What a picture. He saw me and gave me a smirk and then shot me the finger. I somehow managed to return it without laughing. The fat girl's huge, spandex-encased ass was jiggling like a huge bowl of jello as she sucked on Tony's face. Yuck.......

In the lavatory, after my pee, I was chuckling about Tony and his obese girlfriend as I slowly washed my hands. I noticed a kid at the urinal and I could see another kid's feet under the door in the first of the two toilet stalls. He was continually pushing back that 3/4 length door on his stall because it kept drifting in on him. I knew the latch was broken from my own personal experience with it.

When I was just about done drying my hands the heavy door to the lavatory was flung open so hard it banged back against the wall. I immediately looked up ...... a tall kid hurried in. He had two fingers pressed to his lips and his cheeks were puffed out. His face was very pale and sweat ran down from his forehead into his eyes making him blink. His other hand was inside his belt massaging his stomach and he was making sick groaning sounds. There was panic in his eyes. He was unsteady on his feet like he was drunk and somehow it was obvious that he was within seconds of puking his guts out. My mouth formed into an '0' as I shook my head 'no'.... meaning, don't come this way..... please. The boy at the urinal was doing pretty much the same things I was doing.

With a grunt the drunk kid spared us and took steps over to the first stall and flung open that latchless door. On the toilet sat Henry Fisher..... his pants down around his ankles. Henry was in the process of straining out a turd. My very first thought was "what's that fat fuck Fisher doing at a dance?" He wears little oval eye glasses on his flat, fat face. He's about five foot tall and 180 pounds. Quite a sight...five by five walking down the hall. He wasn't walking anywhere at the moment though...to his credit he tried the same pleading head shake that me and the urinal boy had used. Henry even got out a weak "no".....but it was too little, too late. The drunk boy was committed to hurling up his puke in that toilet and Henry was simply in the way. The wrong place at the wrong time.....

We all watched in horror, Henry's eyes as big and round as pie plates, as a two inch wide cylinder of yellowish booze puke left the drunk boy's throat and splashed into Henry's forehead. Henry's glasses were pulled off his face by the weight of that liquid puke and landed in his lap along with much of that first hurl of vomit. Me and urinal boy headed quickly for the door leading out of the lavatory. The smell of vomit is unmistakable .......and revolting. Just before getting out the door I saw the drunk boy aim his second volley at the wall of the stall....... it spattered all over both of them. Urinal boy and me were in the hallway when we heard a distinctly different regurgitation sound. This was undoubtedly Henry's involuntary response to his misfortune. He was throwing up too. He probably aimed his river of vomit at drunk boy's crotch. I believe that's what I would have done.

Outside, urinal boy looked at me while he was shaking his head and he said with a smirk on his face, "That's a shame." then he added, "Awesome! Wasn't it!?" I couldn't help but smile as I said "What kind of a numb nuts takes a shit in a stall with a broken lock?"

We both made a face at each other like, well what the fuck.....nothing happened to us! We high fived each other, celebrating our good fortune, and both went off looking for our buddies to tell about this once in a life time happening. The first person I saw

was Kyle. He ran up to me and, before I could say anything, he told me he was real worried about Mike. He told me that Mike had too many vodka and orange juices on the way to pick up the twins. Kyle said "What do you think, Richie? Mike never gets real drunk. He's outside smoking and the girls are in the dance getting wicked pissed off." I said that I didn't know what to think, or do for that matter, but I agreed to go with Kyle so he could at least show me where Mike was.

Mike was sitting outside on the back steps in the dark. Someone had broken the door's overhead light and all we could see was the lit tip of Mike's cigarette. Kyle said that he'd go try to pacify the girls and for me to try to get Mike straightened out. "Oh yeah, Kyle. I'll straighten him right out." But, Kyle was gone. "Mike, what the fuck ya doing out here?" I asked. "Richie? Come over here. Anybody with you?" Walking over to him and his cigarette my eyes adjusted to the dark and I could see Mike's extraordinary face shining in the moon light. He is something special to see. Sometimes it can take my breath away. I sat next to him on the step and he hugged me around the shoulders, but he didn't say anything. Then he half laid his head sideways on my shoulder and sighed as he smoked. The bristly hairs on the top of his head tickled along my jaw.

We sat there for a couple of minutes and finally I asked him, "What's up? Whatcha doing out here?". He started talking nonsense and slurring his words so it was obvious he was drunk. "Why'd ya drink so much, Mike?" His answer was long and hard to follow but it had something to do with the fact that his date, Tonya, was too bossy and on top of that she was a "stuck up cunt too". Mike explained further, "Richie, she pisses me off because she thinks she can tell me what to do. That bitch said I drank too much because I was afraid of her. Afraid of a real woman she said. Can you believe that shit?" Apparently Mike and Tonya got into a fight..... initially about Mike's drinking and about who should drive. The compromise was to let Kyle drive because Mike sure as hell wasn't letting some girl drive him to a dance. Then, on the way the fighting continued, but the subject matter changed.

Things escalated and Tonya and her twin sister stalked off as soon as they got to the school.....Mike stumbled out to these steps and Klye came to find one of the guys. It was apparent that Kyle wanted to turn this problem over to somebody else so he could salvage as much of his date as possible. Guess I can't really blame him. I talked with Mike for only 5 minutes or so and, among other things, he told me I was the best buddy ever and that he loved me and loved having sex with me. He said I was all he ever really thought about. He said he hoped we would stay together the rest of our lives.

I know.... I know! I should have been thrilled to hear this..... I wasn't though. I wasn't happy to hear this at this time because somehow I knew that when Mike sobered up and realized what he'd said he would turn it all around and be mad as hell at me. It wouldn't be fair, but that's what I was afraid was going to happen. It would be my bad influence that had made him say "that queer stuff" .....or something along those lines.

What Mike had said about me was probably pretty much how he felt in his heart of hearts, but he wasn't ready to say these things to me yet. The booze had loosened his tongue. No matter how much I loved hearing Mike say those things that feeling of doom made me cut him short.... I told Mike I was going to find Kyle and see what we could work out. Everybody still was going to need a way to get home after the dance. Mike said, "Fuck the dance. I'm going to sit here and smoke so hurry up and do whatever you just said and hurry the fuck back...... And Richie, see if you can get me another screw driver."

Right, I'll get Mike another drink! I found Kyle and told him to keep Mike's car and see that both twins got home. I'd come over Kyle's house and pick up the car early the next morning. Kyle loved this idea and went off to tell the twins it was just him and them. I got Tony and together we dragged Mike into the SUV and we drove him home to my place. I stayed with Mike. Tony went back because he was almost positive he was getting in the fat girl's spandex pants before the night was out. "Good luck with that" I told Tony. Mike crashed on our bed and slept in his clothes. I lay awake in the sleeping bag worrying about what was going to happen in the morning. The dating thing hadn't worked out too well and somebody would have to pay for that. I was still thinking it would most likely be me..........

Trying to get to sleep I thought of these past months with Mike and how great my life became after I'd met him. I understood him... maybe better than anyone. Hell.... certainly better than anyone and probably better than he understood himself. He worked hard to fit the image of himself that he had in his head. Truth is, I think Mike was basically shy and, believe it or not, lacked self confidence. I'd seen that side of his personality when he was moving in with me way back when. Also, maybe he thought he was too pretty to be the macho guy he envisioned himself to be. Then there was, of course, the obvious sexual issues he had with himself. There wasn't a shred of doubt in my mind that if I was gay, Mike certainly was too. I still hadn't been sexually stimulated by any other boy.....only Mike. But, being honest, I hadn't ever been sexually stimulated by a girl either. So I'm not sure what I am......

I tend to lean toward the assumption that I'm homosexual. I'm OK with that because there isn't anything I can do about it anyway and maybe I don't want to do anything about it in the first place. I think Mike is one too. He may secretly think he is too and that's why he acts aggressive and is so mean at times when it's really not necessary or appropriate. He's desperately covering up his true feelings. Knowing, or thinking I know something, doesn't mean I know what to do about it. Best thought I could come up with, before falling asleep, is that Mike maybe was so drunk tonight that tomorrow morning he wouldn't be able to remember what he'd said. Fingers crossed!

In the morning Mike just laid in bed and didn't say anything. I stayed in the sleeping bag and didn't say anything either. I'm pretty sure we both dozed off back to sleep for a while.......I know I did because I heard Mike flush the toilet and then return to the bedroom and I hadn't heard him get out of bed. When he walked in the bedroom I made eye contact with him and he had a pissed-off look on his face.....he looked away and without a word climbed back in bed and turned away from me to face the wall. I'm guessing the "fingers crossed" hadn't been too helpful.

A little later, leaving Mike in bed asleep, I walked over to Kyle's house to get the car. The cold air did me some good and I was feeling better by the time I got back. Unfortunately, Mike wasn't. He stayed in bed until 2pm. I was watching TV in the family room when he went in the kitchen and I heard the refrigerator door open and close. Mike had gotten a large, cold coke and drank it along with some Tylenol.

He was very hung over. I tried to talk to him but he just said he wasn't feeling well. He stayed in bed the rest of the day and only got up for another large coke and then later he opened a can of soup to have around dinner time. I didn't try to talk to him. He went padding back to the bedroom. I watched TV and worried, but I couldn't think what to do. Tony called and I told him that Mike was just wicked hung over and that I was staying in myself. Kyle called to make sure it was me that got the car. Other than that it was quiet. Around 10pm I went to bed in the sleeping bag again.

Monday we had school, but Mike didn't go. I called him in sick......... I pretended it was my dad calling. When I rushed home after school Mike was gone and so was all his stuff. I called his mother and Mike answered. He was nice, but said he was staying with his mother for the foreseeable future. It seems his brother, Danny, got a job as an assistant ski instructor at a resort in the Poconos. It was seasonal, for 10 weeks, and his brother had to live there in a dorm with the other assistant ski instructors. Mike said he'd had a talk with my dad while I was at school and that he'd thanked him for letting Mike stay here. My dad had said Mike was welcome to return whenever he wanted and he thought of Mike as part of our family. Mike indicated his mother needed him with her. I thought to myself, "what utter bull shit", but I said nothing. Mike said he'd see me in school tomorrow. He didn't say thanks to me, he didn't say he loved me, he didn't say he'd miss me, he didn't say a lot of things.....

I hung up the phone and sat at the kitchen table looking out the window at the exact spot across the street where I first met Mike...it was less than nine months ago, but it seemed longer.... like a full lifetime. I thought how happy I was just last week after we all went out to dinner and it was decided Mike would be staying with me at least through the school year. And now, less than a week later, he's gone "for the foreseeable future". I tried not to cry....I'm 16 years old for God sake. But I did cry....... for quite a long time too.

Mike was friendly to me in school. Nothing special for me though....... I became just one of his acquaintances. I can understand how someone could think...why not try to talk with Mike about this.....but that would have to be someone who doesn't know Mike like I know Mike. My only hope was to outlast him and wait for him to start the conversation that would lead him out of his self imposed exile. Nights were lonely, lonely, lonely. I cried from desire for Mike's touch. My jerking off returned to pre-Mike levels of stimulation which seemed boring and routine after experiencing the sexual highs I'd had with Mike. My life was not as lonely and boring as it had been before I met Mike because I had made friends with all Mike's friends. Never-the-less, it was nothing like it was with Mike fully in my life. I missed him so much it was all I thought about.

Time dragged by and after three weeks or so I was in a dull routine that got me through the days, but the nights were still a torture. I tried not to think of our times together at night, but those thoughts of Mike and me always drifted into my head and I ached for him. Then one February day at my locker Mike walks up and, out of the blue, he says, "Yo, Richie. How ya been, man? I really miss staying with you and I'm hoping you'll let me move back in. Like I said, Richie....jeez, I....that is, ya know...I miss the place and...well, I miss you too.....a lot. Mom doesn't really need me there anymore and she kind of suggested I seemed happier when I was, ya know....with you. And your Dad and all. What do ya say?"

I stayed calm and smiled and told him that he's always welcome. He rubbed my arm and squeezed the back of my neck and said in an out of breath voice...."I'll call in a couple of days and you can help me move back in. OK? " He hurried away to his next class and I felt dizzy, but obviously relieved and excited. I'd held out and resisted the urge to pester or beg Mike to return and now he'd done it on his own. After school I went to Manny's and got my hair re-cut like Mike's. I had the most wonderful climax jerking off that night thinking about Mike coming back and what a hot time we're going to have that first night. Just a few days to wait.......

Next morning the sun seemed brighter now as it shined through my bedroom window reflecting off the new fallen snow. Every day that I woke up without Mike in bed with me or at least in the room with me......I started off that day feeling sad. But now he's moving back. Hell, maybe as soon as tomorrow. That made me smile. Smile and all, I still had a job to do for my old man. So, I get up and after getting dressed I walked through the snow to the convenience store. There I get the coffee and other stuff my father likes to have every morning. He has a rotating schedule at a casino in Atlantic City where he works as a black jack dealer. It's his turn to work this Saturday so I got his coffee and cigarettes and the other stuff early. I got a extra large coffee for myself too. I'll microwave it to warm it up for later. My plan is to jump in bed as soon as I get back to the house. I do hop back in bed, but after laying there for 20 minutes it doesn't look like falling asleep is going to happen so I get up again and wander into the kitchen.

My dad's just about ready to take off for work. I'd told him earlier that morning that Mike was coming back to stay with us and Dad said he was happy for me.

After he left for work I drifted into the bathroom for a quick shower. I'm drying off after the shower and I hear a loud knocking at the front door. Shit, it's probably the old man forgot his keys again. Wrapping a towel around me I go and open the door, but it's not dad. "Tom? Tom Brown, wha the? ...what ah..or, that is I thought it was my old man. Ya know, forgot his keys... or maybe it was...." I bumbled out words in spurts and fits. Tom Brown says, "Jesus Christ, Richie, I never know what the fuck you're talking about. I just helped push your old man's car over the snow bank and onto the road. I thought I'd stop in and say hello. Hey, you're suppose to invite a neighbor in out of the freezing cold. Especially one who has just helped your old man get to work. Richie, wake the fuck up! Have some fucking manners".

I stepped back and motioned with my hand for Tom to come in. It was freezing outside and all I had on was a towel and not a very large one at that. It barely reached around me. I held the towel's ends tightly in my left fist. The side of my left leg was exposed.

" I'll get something on Tom. Just a second." "No, before you do that I just have a quick question to ask you. And, I believe I already know the answer, I.....

hey, wait a minute. Is there any coffee left in that take-out cup? I could go for a cup of coffee."

Tom walked into the little kitchen as he asked about the coffee and I followed him. "Yeah, it's full, but it's cold", I told him. Tom wanted me to heat it up so that we could each have a cup. It was a large container. He was sort of blocking the kitchen door by now so, what the hell..... Using my free hand I got two cups and divided the coffee between them. Into the microwaved they go for 45 seconds. I got some milk and sugar out... and a spoon. Tom could see I had to do all this with just one hand but he didn't offer to help. He asked questions about Mike. He hadn't seen him around lately and wanted to know was he still staying here and what's the story with him living here now anyway. Stuff like that. I gave quick vague answers and said he'd been with his Mom for a little bit, but he'd probably be back in a day or so.

"Sit down and have some coffee with me, Richie. For Christ sake, you're really not into 'manners' all that much at all, are you? I help your Dad get to work and you want to give me the bums rush out of here or something." I told him that it wasn't that....it's just that I wanted to put some clothes on. He said, "Sit down and drink your coffee. Richie.....sit down!" All I could think was ......drink the coffee and get him out of here. It was obvious Tom was in one of his bully/bossy moods. I sat down and burned the roof of my mouth on the too hot coffee. Tom Brown stared at me with a wry half smile that was making me feel uncomfortable. I wasn't going to say anything though. He has a way of turning around what I say so it somehow means something different than I intended. Plus, I've discovered that not saying anything isn't usually a bad idea. Keep myself out of trouble. I couldn't return his stare though so I looked down and squirmed in my chair still grasping the two corners of my towel around my waist.

It was so quiet in the house I could hear Tom swallow his coffee. He seemed perfectly comfortable in the dead silence..... staring at me. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Ah...what was the question you wanted to ask me, Tom?" He said, "Do you have any fetishes?" Just like that...."do I have any fetishes". I hesitated, then said I really wasn't sure what constitutes a fetish ....and why in the world would he think I'd have a fetish. To this he looked up, pulling his head back and made a face like he was astonished I'd ask such a thing. "Well, because you're gay, of course. Many gay guys have fetishes. I have one and I wondered if you did. That's all. No big fucking deal. Do you?... have one?" My mouth moved but I wasn't saying anything. I was speechless.

Shaking my head, trying to come up with something to say.... I blurted out the obvious, "I'm not gay". I asked him why he thought I was. He told me it was apparent from the first day he'd meant us that Mike and I were gay ....and what's the big secret anyway. Tom said that he'd just told me he was gay so I didn't really have any reason to continue this phony BS about me not being gay. "You really kill me, Richie. I've been trying to be friends with you from day one, but you act as if I'm not good enough to hang out with you. What gives? That really hurts my feelings." I was flabbergasted because he was the snob, not me. I always said "Hi" to him when we ran into each other in the hallway at school or anywhere, but he rarely said 'hello' back. If he was with one of his friends he wouldn't even look at me. He's never invited Mike or me near his house. This was too much....

I told him that what he said was simply not true.... and that he knew it. "What?.... you're saying I'm not gay? I think I know if I'm gay or not!" Tom was indignant when he spit that out. I told him I wasn't talking about that, but rather about what he said about being a snob. "Richie, I swear to God you are impossible to have a conversation with. I never mentioned the word 'snob'. Let me get this straight...... pardon my choice of words there. You're agreeing we're gay, but not that you're a snob. Is that it?" I said "Yeah, I mean not that part about the snob...or rather that's the part I do mean." Tom laughed and told me he didn't know how anybody ever knew what I was talking about. He also said that it didn't matter....he still liked me. "As a matter of fact, Richie. I've had a little crush on you from that first day on your front porch. You have a cute routine going for you.... how you bumble along with things. It's really kind of cute " "What? What do you mean a crush? I don't bumble cute." I was sputtering by now.

Without a word, Tom got up and walked around behind me and before I could say or do anything he hugged me around my neck tight with his left arm. "You're cute as a bug." he said as he held his face along side mine. My hand went up to his wrist trying to loosen his arm from around my neck. My other hand was still holding my little towel on. "Tom, what the fuck are you doing?" He talked right into my ear. I could feel his breath on my cheek. "Oh yeah, that's right. I wanted to tell you more about my fetish. Thanks for reminding me, Richie." I said, "Huh? More about your fetish?? I meant about you hugging my neck." Tom chuckled, "No silly boy, hugging you isn't my fetish. You maybe wish it was, but it isn't. I like to spank guys. That's my fetish. I thought I told you that earlier." I told Tom I couldn't keep up with his changing topics and to please let go of me. As he hugged me tighter, he said.... "You ever been spanked, Richie? Reason I ask is because you really need a hard spanking ....and it has to be on your bare ass too. I just don't believe for a minute that Mike is up to the task. Is he?"

"What? No, Mike never spanked me. No body has spanked me. Why should they?" Tom rubbed his nose along the side of my head and said, "I liked your long hair style better. Did Mike make you get it cut by threatening he wouldn't let you suck his cock if you didn't? Was that it?" I was getting dizzy trying to follow Tom's changing subject matter. I told him that Mike didn't make me get his style haircut. This prompted Tom to ask, "So, he'd lets you suck him off even if you didn't get the same haircut as his?" and I said, "Of course. No, what I mean is that Tom didn't....I mean, Mike didn't make me suck him off." This had Tom chuckling again as he said, "Of course I wouldn't make you suck me off and neither would Mike. I'm guessing you begged to suck him off and you're probably thinking about begging me to let you suck me off too. Am I right?"

It was as if nothing I could say would straighten out this convoluted conversation. So I said, "Please, Tom....what is it that you want?" He said, "Well, I already told you. I want to give you the good, hard, bare assed spanking you desperately need. Ya know Richie, you really should pay closer attention. Life could pass you right by." I told Tom that the spanking wasn't an option and so, if that's why he's here, could he please leave now. Tom said, "How about a kiss instead? You know, a kiss cause I do have that crush on you.... the one we talked about earlier.

You do remember, don't you Richie?" There had been some mention of a crush, but I didn't want to kiss him and I said so. Tom said I was so silly and then he twisted my head sideways and kissed me on the mouth. I was struggling to pull my head away, but Tom is too strong for me and in my struggling my lip got cut on one of his teeth. Tom sucked on my lip till the bleeding stopped. The way he had me around my neck I couldn't move without cutting off my air.

I was exhausted and said, "Please, Tom.....I don't feel well. Won't you please leave?" Tom loosened his hold on my neck and matter of fact-ly told me he wasn't going anywhere until I got the spanking I needed. He felt it was his responsibility as a close friend and neighbor....plus, he said, he didn't shirk responsibility like some people he could name. This got us into a discussion about why he felt I needed a spanking in the first place. Tom listed his reasons:

the reasons were that I lied about not being gay and I was a snob to Tom and I had rude manners and I wasn't the least bit neighborly. He ticked them off on his fingers. What could I say about that load of crap? What I did say was, "None of that is true except the gay part, I guess." Then I was so pissed at myself for admitting that to Tom. He immediately said he wouldn't tell Mike that I'd told him about Mike and me being gay......and he wouldn't tell Mike about our morning here... and he promised not to tell Mike about our kiss.

I felt like crying....... I hated Tom Brown with a passion. "This is so horrible and so unfair, Tom. Why are you doing this to me? I never did anything to you. Well, have I?" He said that I was getting the spanking and that was that. That it was for my own good. "Now take that towel off and no more back talk.

I've been nice long enough, Richie. I'll keep our secrets from Mike and you'll thank me for the spanking later. So enough! Let's look at your bedroom and see if that will be a better spot. Take that god damn towel off! Stand up right this second and give me the towel. " He took the towel and I felt so creepy standing in front of him completely naked. My face got red and hot. "Go in your bedroom and wait for me Richie." Tom went in the bathroom.

I was standing next to my bed when Tom came in with a cheerful look on his face. "Look what I found in your medicine cabinet, Richie. Just what the doctor ordered. It's a big tube of Neosporin Pain Reliving Ointment. It prevents infection too! You'll be glad you had this later. Ok now.... pull that straight back desk chair over here real quick. I do not have all fucking day to help you out with this". I was resigned to getting this over with. Mike was planning on coming back to live with me again and I wasn't going to let this sadistic prick ruin it. Plus, Tom had already told us he was only living here temporarily while their new house was being built. I'll take his spanking......... and then I'll do everything I can to avoid him in the future and...... and then he'd be gone. If he somehow got me again before he left, I'd live through that too. Sooner, rather than later, he'd be history and Mike and me would still be here together. I pulled the chair over and Tom sat down.

"Right. Now.... you lay across my lap and support yourself with your feet and hands." It was awkward but I got across his lap. Then he wanted me to back up a bit, then forward.... and when he was satisfied I was in the perfect position he closed his powerful thighs with my cock and balls in between them. I was held tight. Laying across his lap.....I felt stupid and pissed-off at the same time. God damn-it, why does this shit happen to me. It has to be at least partly my fault somehow. My early experiences with Mike were bizarre happenings too. I realized Tom was talking in a voice like he was giving a lecture....

"Basically, Richie, your ass now belongs to me. You're not going anywhere without your balls and that skinny cock of yours and I got those two items, well, three items technically...locked up so ta speak. Let me show ya." He squeezed his thighs together tighter and I saw stars. "OK... OK Tom, please don't squeeze my nuts so hard. I'll throw up." Tom muttered, "Go ahead and throw up if you want. But, if you don't squirm on my lap.... if you sort of balance yourself on my lap using your toes and your hands ....well, then I won't have to squeeze your nuts. It's pretty simple really. By the way, Richie, what a fabulous little ass you have here. Except for some very fine little blond hairs, you don't have any hair around your ass at all. Very rare. My New York spanky boy had lots of hair on his cute ass. You're my New Jersey spanky boy now and you haven't got any. Go figure. Life is full of pleasant little surprises like this."

Tom was taking turns massaging each of my ass cheeks with his right hand while his left hand was partially supporting me by gripping my waist at the hip. "Let's try this Richie" and I felt some wetness on my ass. Turning my head around at an awkward angle I could see him drooling spit onto my ass. He lazily rubbed some spit on my hole and I involuntarily squirmed on his lap. Immediately he clamped his thighs to squish my balls and I screamed out. In a low, calm voice Tom said, "Don't squirm Richie and I won't squeeze your nuts. Stay perfectly still....I already told you that and I won't tell you again." With that he pushed his finger inside my hole and worked it around a little. "This is the hygiene check-up part of the spanking that I do as a courtesy for my spanky boys. Just relax, this doesn't hurt." Rotating his finger inside me for a minute or so he found my button and then really worked on it. My balls were churning up cum and it took all my will power not to squirm around. I was getting very close to shooting off a cum load and I hated myself, but it did feel sexy and good.

He pulled his finger out of my hole and said, "Bet you felt like you were just about to cum. Didn't you?" He didn't seem to want an answer so I didn't say anything. I felt relief that I hadn't humiliated myself by cuming between his legs. Sweat was running from under my arms and off my forehead. It was a real effort holding myself in the position Tom insisted on, but I didn't want anymore nut busting so I worked hard at keeping balanced. Tom seemed to take it for granted that I'd do whatever I had to to keep my proper position on his lap. Sweat from somewhere was running down and burning my eyes which had been tearing from the start anyway.

Tom murmured "Hmmm, just as I expected. You don't clean yourself properly. Very poor hygiene. My finger is all stinky, Richie." I heard a long sniffing sound and then Tom said, "You'll clean that finger in a bit... but for now let's do your spanking.

OK?" I didn't think he wanted an answer to that either so I didn't reply. Tom repeated himself, "I said, OK? Or do you want to lay across my lap all fucking day?" I said l wanted to get it over with and he said, "Well, ask me to start. And don't forget to say, Please." "Tom, please start." To that Tom said, "I can't read your mind, Richie. Be specific." I felt a hatred for him so deeply that it was almost a physical presence, but I forced myself to politely say, "Tom, please start spanking me." I had to get this over with!

Immediately his hand came smacking across my ass and it stung. He followed up with about a dozen leisurely applied smacks with a rub or a grab of my ass cheek between each one. Every smack stung, for sure..... but the situation was so odd it was almost fascinating and I got a bit of a stiffy just realizing how dominating Tom was. Or maybe it was more.... how submissive I was acting. Of course, I didn't have much of a choice. Fuck, I didn't know what to think except, maybe this won't be as bad as I thought it was going to be. Of course, I still felt awful stupid laying across Tom's lap and now, to add to that humiliation I was laying there with a good start on a boner .....

As the number of smacks on my ass and the back of my thighs started building up the stinging became more of a concern. Spanking on the same spots over and over began to be painful. Without thinking about it consciously, a point had been reached where the pain was now a real problem.... I hadn't meant to, but I squirmed trying to avoid the next smack and he clamped my balls tight between his thighs. "God damn-it! Stop doing that, Tom!" I screamed out. Tom said nothing but he did take in a long breath and let out what sounded like a grunt or a moan. He still maintained the pressure on my balls and began smacking harder and faster. After a short while I realized I was slobbering and yelling out. "Please Tom, that's enough.... that really hurts, please Tom stop...please stop for a second please." Somewhere in my head I though....how did it get this bad, so fast??

He gave me six more smacks and I was crying, but I didn't realize it until he stopped the spanking and all was quiet except my sobs.

"What was that, Richie?" I tried to gather myself together and then, in as respectful a voice as I could come up with, I said, "Please don't spank me anymore. It really, really is hurting me. Is there something I should be doing to get you to stop? Did I miss some instructions of what I should say or do to get you to stop spanking me? Please, Tom, tell me again what I'm suppose to do or say or..... whatever. OK?"

Tom said, "No, there isn't anything else. You're doing exactly what you're suppose to be doing." With that he started in with some more smacks on my ass and I was on fire. I begged and squirmed and tried to get off his lap but my cock and balls were firmly held between his legs and his left hand on my right hip held me tight against him. I could feel his very hard, fat boner under my belly. Tom was very erect. My cock had long ago lost any firmness that had initially developed.... it was a piece of over cooked spaghetti.....well, a little thicker than spaghetti, but just as limp....

It wasn't long before Tom again abruptly stopped and I

immediately said, "Thank you Tom. I really learned my lesson. Thank you for not spanking me any more. I'll be more neighborly with better manners." He was breathing hard when he said, "You better". He didn't say anything else for a minute or so. He sounded out of breath. My ass was on fire. The back of my thighs were stinging so bad the tears ran out of my eyes and mucus drooled from my nose down my upper lip and into and over my mouth to run off my chin. "Just resting a bit, Richie. This takes a hell of a lot of energy." Tom was breathing fast with long breaths and since he had stopped spanking me I could recognize the steady light humping Tom was doing with his thick boner poking into my belly.

He moaned another tiny moan and reached over me to hold on to the lower, outside part of my right thigh with the hand he'd been spanking me with. I gulped with relief. His breathing pattern changed to quicker, short breaths. Tom maintained his grip on my right hip with his left hand and holding me in place on his lap he humped repeatedly into my belly and made a long wheezing sound and rotating his lap a number of times as he shuttered, moaned and panted. Almost immediately I felt wetness on my belly as his cum soaked through his pants. In that out-of-breath voice he said, "See, I told you I had this fetish. Spanking you made me cum in my pants.... I cam like a fire hydrant too. I mean, I spunked like I was taking a wicked coffee piss. Felt good too." He took more air in and slowly calmed down. He still held me tight on his lap. He sounded irritated when he asked, "Didn't you get boned up? Not even a little?" I could tell he was serious. He was surprised I hadn't

gotten turned-on.

I was so relieved the spanking had stopped I tried to be friendly. I didn't want him to start up again so I said, "No Tom, I honestly didn't. I hurt too much to get a boner, I guess. Are we done now?" Tom's breathing was under control by now and he said, "Done?

Maybe if I finish your spanking you'll finally get that boner you mentioned." I said please don't do any more spanking today and he said, "Oh, so you want me to finish this another time?" I couldn't take anymore now, that's for sure. The pain on my ass and the back of my thighs was a burning and stinging nightmare. The thought of him smacking on those ass cheeks had me almost peeing myself. "No no, I mean yes, Tom, yes, later. Another time, not now.....please."

Tom was quiet and then replied, "You see how I'm a softy. We really should finish this now. It's not for me, Richie. I already got off, thank you very much. It's for you, my young friend. Get it out of the way and see, once and for all, if you're going to get off. I simply don't believe you didn't spring a boner. For Christ sake you're more than half way done...... But, if you really don't want to finish"..... I begged him not to start up again and he said "Oh, fuck. OK, we'll finish it another time. Just stay put and I'll get some soothing cream on these bright red ass cheeks of yours. They look like two red lights in a traffic signal." He made a "mmmmm" sound and muttered "really nice".... to himself. My stomach was very wet from the contact with his cum soaked pants.

I didn't move and he started applying the cream.... at first the cool cream caused a fire pain that had me crying again, but then the cream quickly faded out the pain and..... Oh my God, what a relief! The absence of the pain had my eyes tearing up again. First the pain and now sweet, blessed relief. "Thank you so much Tom. That feels so nice." Tom said, "OK Richie, glad ya feel better, but I can start the spanking up again if I need to. Just do what your told and you'll be fine. Slide off my lap now and kneel right in here between my legs. That's it, hurry up." I tried to do it fast without scraping my ass on anything or sitting back on my painful thighs. As soon as I was on my knees down between his legs he hooked his index finger under my chin.... pulling my chin up as he said, "Pick your head up and look at me." I looked in his eyes and he smiled, "That wasn't so bad, was it? " I said, " Oh, ah...I guess not although it was really painful. I can't think of anything that was more painful in my life ..... I just want to be honest with you, Tom." He asked me again if I felt sexually aroused at all and I said "No". I didn't tell him about the early stiffy I'd gotten.

He looked a me with a look that made me think that maybe he really did have a little bit of a crush on me and he said, "I do have a spanking fetish, but it's too bad I have to hurt you if it doesn't get you boned-up. Frankly, it takes away a lot of my pleasure!.....by not getting sexually excited you cost me some pleasure, you naughty boy. Reason enough to give you another spanking and not be so gentle with you as I was here. I owe you one" He smirked down at me as I looked attentively in his eyes. I listened as if he was actually saying something important. Tom smugly said, "You might not believe it, but a lot of guys get off being spanked. They would have loved this experience that I created for you. I thought you might be one of those guys. Guess you're not though. I don't suppose you appreciated the effort on my part at all, did you? Huh?"

The relief was so great I wasn't feeling the hate for Tom I'd felt before, but the idea he wanted me to thank him for this painful humiliation was mind boggling. He'd stopped before he thought my spanking was done and thank god he couldn't stop his own climax which, as it turns out, was the beginning of the end of my spanking. He did put that cream on my sore ass to cover up the pain. All that being true, I still simply couldn't think of any real positive thing to say to him so I mumbled, "I guess I don't know as much about this stuff as you do, Tom. I'm very appreciative that you stopped my spanking and that you used the cream to stop the pain. Thank you." Tom said, "Well, Dude.....I thought for sure we'd have something hot going on between us. I guess I just wasted my time and effort."

As crazy as it might sound to me, he seems to really have thought I'd get sexually excited from being spanked.....like his other spanky boy, as he called him. As if he was letting by gones be by gones he rubbed my head, ruffling my short hair and I started to raise my hand to push his hand away . Tom said, "No! Don't move, put your hands behind your back right now. Do it!." I clasped my hands behind my back without thinking about it and then I said, "Well, why do you want me to keep my hands behind me, Tom?"

Tom, now using a business like tone , told me, "Just a few minutes more. We've got a little matter here to take care of." I nodded my head thinking that it will

be over in just a few minutes. I was determined to do every possible thing to avoid this psycho after today, but I'd go along with him as much as I could right now to get to the end of this current disaster. Tom put his middle finger right under my nose and I smelled the shit stain on it. He rubbed it hard on my lip right under my nose. "Yep, that's your dirty stink, Richie. Just clean the finger and we're just about through." I looked incredulously at him. He said, "Open up Richie." I thought 'just when ya think it can't get any worse'.... My reply was, "Ah, no....I'm not putting that in my mouth." I tried not to be too arrogant about it, but let's get serious ....he had that finger up my ass.

In his exasperated voice Tom said, "Why do you make everything so fucking complicated? It's from your body that made this stink, not mine. I go to all the trouble to check your prostate for you and I get your shit all over my finger because you don't wash properly and you don't want to clean it! Is that it?

Now, we're almost done, but instead......do you want me to apologize to Mike for kissing and spanking and fingering you? Is that it? You want the three of us to discuss this?" I opened my mouth without another word and Tom sighed, shook his head and stuck that shity finger in my mouth. "Suck and lick it until it don't stink no more. This isn't brain surgery."

While I was doing that Tom went on a long narrative about how much he missed his New York spanky boy. He reminisced about the things they use to do together and he wondered did I think I'd like to try some of those things. The acrid shit taste and revolting smell that stuck to my upper lip under my nose almost had me throwing up, but I held it together. All the time I'm thinking, " I'll do some of those things Tom was talking about right after I learn how to fly". About two minutes of sucking and licking did the trick. Tom smelled the finger and pronounced it clean. He said, "Get up Richie and run some cold water in your bath tub. Go ahead, right now." 'What this?' I thought, but I went in and put the stopper in the drain and turned on just cold water.

Tom came in carry all four of the refrigerator freezer's frozen ice cube trays and dumped the ice in the tub. "Sit in there, Richie. I don't want your ass cheeks to swell up on you. " I was getting real use to doing what I'm told, but when I sat down...WOW!! What a shock that freezing cold water was. Tom held me down in that freezing water and soon I was numb and felt nothing. No pain what so ever. "It's just to keep swelling away." Tom told me for the second time. I nodded my head. Tom held out a bottle of my mouth wash and a glass and told me to gargle out the shit taste and spit it in the glass. I was grateful for that and did it three times. Using a wash clothe he rubbed my upper lip clean....no more shit smell! After that Tom just sat with me and told me some of the things he liked about me. I don't know how he knew about many of the things he talked about. He said he was very taken with me and that Mike was lucky to have me as a boyfriend, but that it was obvious I needed a spanking now and then and Mike was shirking his responsibilities in that area....

I'd stopped trying to argue that Mike and I weren't doing gay things with each other. Tom obviously knew we were. After a while he told me to stand up and he gently patted me dry. I felt a hard stinging on my backside and the back of my thighs after a few minutes when my I started to thaw out. Tom ordered me to lie on my stomach on my bed and he gently applied more ointment and the pain left. "Have you ever had a massage, Richie?" I told him I hadn't....I was real tired and pretty much completely defeated as I lay there on my bed.

Tom had a lot of energy left and was still very much in control and told me to lay still. He started by gently massaging my shoulders and down my back. It was weird at first but quickly became very relaxing and soothing. Neither of us talked and after some minutes he massaged with more pressure and it felt wonderful. Up the back of my neck and all over my scalp. He did down my back and without tickling my sides, put pressure here and there and I moaned a little. I was laying on my stomach and I was really enjoying my first massage. It was a different kind of pleasure, but...different or not I was getting that stiffy again.

Tom started with my feet next. He massaged them and then my calf muscles and up my thigh, but stopping below where he'd spanked me. It all felt so nice and I almost dozed off. "Turn over, Richie." I turned over and he put a pillow under my ass which elevated my crotch and my semi hard cock was half way to pointing at the ceiling. Tom methodically worked his way down my body. He started at the front of my head and scalp, then the sides of my head, the front of my shoulders and chest, belly and legs and then my feet again. My elevated crotch and my twitching half erect penis was embarrassing at first, but I got use to it as it just felt so good.. It all was so new, so different and felt so totally wonderful....especially in contrast with the spanking.

The massage was traveling up my legs and then some more rubbing on my belly down close to my pubes. I began getting chills and shivers and I was feeling stimulated all over. My eyes were partially closed. "I'm going to massage your balls and penis a little, Richie. Just stay relaxed." He barely touched my dick with light soft strokes. He ran his fingers through my pubes rubbing and caressing my belly all around my cock. With his other hand he cupped my balls and pulled them away from my body squeezing them with light to hard pressure. I was squirming and moaning and I could feel the cum churning in my nuts. Quickly I was very hard and my boner was straining to get bigger as it stood straight up. "Oh man, Tom. That does feel good." The next thing I felt was a wet, warm, soft sensation on my boner. I opened my eyes to see that Tom had engulfed my cock in his mouth. He was looking up right into my eyes. God help me, but he looked hot......

I'd never had a blow job and it was startling how fabulous it felt. Tom took me right in his throat just like I did for Mike and I started grabbing at Tom's head and hair making gulping sounds....it was so sexy and intimate I didn't think I'd last long. I could feel my balls tightening up and the head of my cock had that feeling just before I cum. I was going ...Oh Oh Ah AHH AHHH OOOH Tom Tom! and I gushed cum down Tom's throat.....four or five good loads as I made girly sounds and squirmed on the bed. My ass pain was long forgotten. Tom sucked me dry, then without saying anything, he climbed up on the bed and laid down next to me.... hugging me to him. When he was getting in bed I could see his big wet cum stain on his pants. Tom appeared not to care a twit about that.

The way he held me was so comfortable. My body had been so relaxed from the massage and then so taut when Tom sucked me off and then like a wire spring ready to snap when I cam....now I felt all safe, soft and cuddly again. I went to sleep. It must have been for an hour or so. When I woke up Tom was sitting in the desk chair drinking the rest of his coffee. I could see the steam raising from the coffee so he'd just reheated it. I was under a sheet that Tom had apparently pulled over me. He looked up when he heard me rustle in the bed and said, "You fell asleep. I didn't want to leave until I talked to you."

He told me again that he thought I was the submissive type who would get off from being spanked. He said he was sorry it didn't work out but to be honest he didn't sound sorry. He made it sound like it was my fault I didn't get off being spanked. Let's just say that Tom Brown was behaving pretty much like Tom Brown behaves. A bit of a superiority attitude ..... to put it mildly. It was like he was giving a lecture at some symposium on the reality of spanking or some such shit. I was his audience. Amazingly, my ass was tender but not real painful. It compared to a light sunburn I'd gotten last summer. If I put that cream on again it wouldn't even feel like a light sun burn. I listened to him all the time thinking "If I never see this cute, crazy bastard again, that would be just jim-dandy by me!"

He said if I wanted to tell Mike or anybody for that matter about our morning activities......well, he wouldn't deny it. He didn't imagine I'd want to, but if I did.......feel free to. I had no intention of telling anyone about this. Just before he left Tom said, "Richie, I had a blast. If you think about this later and realize the potential here for sexy fun, hell...just give me a wave. Your spanking will always come first, though. Always the spanking and then we'll see what I have in store for you. OK?" I told him that when I felt like I needed a spanking, he's my guy. Tom smirked and said, "You liked it. I know you did. Lie to yourself if you must, but you liked it. See ya around, Richie." I thought to myself ...not if I see you first! I heard the front door slam.

I stayed in the bed naked just like Mike liked me to be.....and Tom too, apparently. I wanted to try to analyze this totally off the wall experience. I wanted to say 'unique experience' and it was certainly that for me, but it was probably almost routine for guys that go in for that sort of thing. I should try to think about it objectively. Thinking about the spanking I remembered how it eventually hurt something terrible, but my mind continued to drift to the other feelings. The pleasure ones and especially that blow job., Holy shit was that special. Incredibly I got a boner just thinking about it. Not only a boner, but one wet at the head and I jerked off grunting as I fisted my hard cock under the sheet until a small eruption had me squeal out loud. I dragged up the small amount of cum my balls had produced in the last hour. It felt good......

I started running through the entire ordeal again in my head .... beginning with the knock at the door and I tried to remember each detail, one after another.....I got pretty far into it before once more falling asleep. When I woke up it was almost noon. Tom had taken a lot out of me I guess. I felt kind of good now.... wonderful actually. I kidded myself by pretending I'd go ask Tom to "Please give me another spanking." or maybe I'd say, "Tom, if you have a minute could you finish my spanking now, please." Ha ha ha ha ... It had been an experience alright. That blow job and the massage. ... they felt fantastic. I wondered how Tom Brown learned all that stuff. We were the same age. Damn, if I wasn't getting another boner. Jeez, Tom really sucked me off good.......but, that spanking? Well, I did have that little stiffy that felt so good early on and later, cuming in Tom's mouth........ This wasn't getting me anywhere....

I jumped out of bed and went in to take my second shower of the day. Mike is coming back as soon as tomorrow afternoon and that's what I'm concentrating on from now on. My ass burned some in the shower and after drying off I used the rest of that ointment. Looking back there I saw that my ass and the back of my thighs were still quite pink....Hope Mike doesn't say anything. A concept popped in my head from nowhere .........Mike sucking my cock. Funny that he has me so programmed that the thought of him blowing me just doesn't occur to me. I think nothing of, and in fact love blowing Mike, but I can't imagaine him blowing me. Why is that? I was thinking about it now. I just have to think of a way to bring up the idea to Mike. Maybe 69ing. Hmmm.. The cream helped my stinging ass a lot, but sitting down was a bit of a problem all day. Gratefully it was much better on Sunday. All day I kept thinking.....I've got to develope this idea of Mike sucking me off. Tom Brown really got me started there.

It began snowing again late Sunday morning and Mike called to say that Monday after school would be a better day for him and me to move him back in. He said it wasn't going to be easy. And it wasn't. After school on Monday I took the number 9 school bus with Mike. It dropped us off a mile from his mother's office on the farm where she works. We walked the mile and after having coffee with her, Mike borrowed her car and drove to their place to load his clothes and stuff. His mother had been in such an upbeat mood and had given me this big hug and a kiss. She said she was so happy that Mike was going to be staying with me again. "I'll miss him like crazy, but not his

moping around....which he seemed to do a lot this past month." She was real sincere and she was hugging Mike's shoulders when she said it. It was obvious she loves him to death. Mike just hung his head and said, "Awwww, Mom!"

We drove to my place and unloaded the car and then drove the car back to his mother's office. Mike went in to give her the keys and a kiss goodbye. Then, we had a four mile walk back to my place. Mike looked at me and said, "Let's jog, Richie" and off we went. I tried to keep up with Mike, but I could tell he soon slowed it down for me. His stab wound was healed and he was building up his strength again.... jogging was fun for Mike. With me holding us up, it took almost an hour for us to reach the house. Even though it was a very cold day we were sweaty and winded when we got back. Mike said the run felt great. Maybe I wouldn't use that word to describe a four mile run, but I looked up and smiled at him when he said it. Almost like I agreed. I couldn't say anything because I was so out-of-breath.

Later on Mike made us dinner....Philly cheese steaks on sub rolls with fried onions and ketchup. We use American cheese on our cheese steaks....not cheese wiz like we see being used on TV. We watched a basketball game and then got ready for bed. I was skittish all afternoon thinking about what we'd do at bed time. Nervous with anticipation or something like that. Mike tried to clear it up for me. "Richie, listen to what I have to say. OK?" I had been getting up to go brush my teeth before bed, but I sat back down. Mike seemed like he was searching for the right words..."Ah, Richie... you and me are the best buddies ever and I love you as much as I love my own brother, Danny. We're brothers too, you and me. OK? But, ya know....we can't do anymore of the sexy stuff cause we're getting too old for that. OK? Ah...it was fun, I'm not pretending it wasn't, but I like to be honest with myself." I thought, 'sure you do Mike' as he continued..."and being honest I got to say that it's just time to move on from that stuff. My question to you is can you do that?...move on with me and leave the gay stuff behind? Can you?"

I told him "Sure, Mike....no problem. You know I follow your lead. I feel the same way about you that I've always felt, but I'll do what you say Mike. I just really like being with you in any way you want me to..." I looked him in the eyes and he looked away and just barely nodded his head. After pausing two seconds, I got up and went in to brush my teeth. My mind was jumping all over the place but I did mean what I'd told Mike. I also thought that this isn't perhaps the best moment to ask Mike to suck my cock ....and I'm pretty sure most sane persons would agree with me there. Oh well, whatever he could give me of himself would be enough for me. I hope.

While Mike was brushing his teeth we both tried to insist that the other guy should get the bed first and I finally gave in and said I'd use it the first night.

We were both standing in the bedroom and I said, "Well, good night Mike." He said, "Oh Hell, we can have a little hug anyway ....to celebrate our new beginning. Right?" I took the three steps to Mike and he lightly wrapped his arms around me. The feel of his body and that familiar Mike smell brought tears to my eyes. I shut my eyes real tight while wrapping my arms around Mike's neck. Warm, fat, wet tears rolled down my cheeks. He squeezed me tighter and I began to shake involuntarily and pushing my face tight against the side of Mike's face I said into Mike's ear, "Thanks for coming back."

I could feel him nod his head up and down once and he hugged me tighter. It was awkward and I stumbled two steps, stumbling into Mike and causing him to sit down awkwardly on the bed with us still embracing. I ended up with a knee on either side of Mike up on the bed.... straddling him with his feet still on the floor....... actually I was sitting on his lap with a leg on either side of him....my knees pushing into the mattress. We both had on boxer shorts and I could feel Mike's long, hard boner against my bum. He said, "Ohh, fuck........" and he humped into my bum a few times and the wetness of his precum soaked through both our boxers. He was moving his head back and forth until our faces were wet with our spit and then our lips met and we started to kiss. He humped me some more and we moaned simultaneously as Mike sucked on my tongue.

Without hesitating he used both hands to rip open my boxers exposing my ass. With his cock sticking through the fly of his boxers he pressed the wet, hard head of it against my hole. We both let out long hissing sounds into each others mouths. Mike lay back on the bed dragging me down with him. He humped his cock up into my hole harder and forced the head inside me. It hurt like hell but I was in a frenzy and pushed down on it till black dots of pain strobe lit behind my eyes. Mike pulled out and drove right back in me all the way and he rabbited in and out continuously until I squealed with the pain and pleasure and sprayed cum all over both of us...again and again.

Then, as happens so often with us, the tightness of my closed ring when I cam pushed Mike over the edge and cum gushed out of his cock up inside me and then over flowed ...squeezing out around his fat cock and out of my hole to drool down my thighs onto Mike's legs.. We were both squealing and humping each other and then we began to run out of steam and slowing down we finally came to a complete halt. From the beginning of the hug.... through the fuck, till we stopped ...... less than four minutes had gone by.

We lay there, me on top of Mike, with our faces wet with sweat, tears, spit and mucus....... cum all over our stomachs, chest, ass, crotch and running down my legs onto Mike's legs. Our breathing was harder then it had been after we ran the four miles this afternoon. Mike was saying softly, "Fuck...fuck....fuck...." I didn't know what had happened. To tell the truth it was a little bit scary.......the intensity and the desperation and roughness of the whole thing. So unexpected.....I was baffled. The head of my cock still burned from the force and amount of semen that was pushed out of it. When I calmed down and my heart beat was somewhat normal.....I just lay on top of Mike, I was afraid to move or say anything.

Shortly, Mike pulled out of me and rolled me off of him. We were sticky and messy. I didn't know what to expect. Mike got his arm under my neck and pulled my head over to hug against his chest. He gave the side of my head a long kiss. He was calm now and he started talking as he held me against his chest. He said he wanted to tell me about his father. Mike talked in a monotone voice. His dad had gotten his mom pregnant when they were both 17. They loved each other and decided to get married. Lots of problems naturally, but they finally did get married and his mom delivered Mike's brother Danny right on time. Mike's Dad managed to finish High School and work at the same time. As soon as she could Mike's mom got a job as well. Mike's grandmother watched Danny. It was fine..they continued loving each other, began saving money for a house and the marriage was working.

The trouble started when a friend of Mike's dad introduced him to cocaine. Mike's dad became addicted to it and eventually lost his job and then they lost the little house they were buying. His parents got separated. After a few months his dad cleaned up and they got back together. Mike was conceived during this time. Sadly, the dad was quickly back on the cocaine. On again, off again. At age 22, with two sons and a wife to support Mike's dad joined the Army.

He felt he'd get clean and sober in the Army and send home all the money he could. And that's exactly what happened for six months. Mike's mother told Mike that his father was a wonderful, loving young man, but he was hooked on the cocaine and that was his downfall. He loved his wife and kids........ but he always went back to the cocaine.

Just when he appeared to have his habit licked, he was killed in the Gulf war and Mike never got to know his dad. Mike was crying when he told me the story and I said how sorry I was. Mike said, "Thanks, Richie...but there is a reason I'm telling you all this. I have to explain myself. My dad had a problem.....it's called an 'addictive personality disorder', or something like that. He was easily addicted to stuff like cigarettes and drugs....especially cocaine. "I'm afraid it's genetic..... that addictive personality thing. And I'm positive I've got it. Do you understand, Richie?"

I was trying to follow the story. His Dad dying so young in the war had me crying and sad, but also confused as to what this had to do with what we'd just done. Now this addictive thing....I said, "You mean you're addicted to alcohol and that's why you got so drunk at the dance?" Mike snorted out, "Don't be stupid, Richie! You've known me almost nine months and that's the first time I ever got really drunk. That is hardly addictive behavior. Don't you get it? I'm addicted to YOU! I tried for almost a month to will you out of my mind. To clear my head so I could think. I was positive I was over my addictive need to have sex with you. I was positive! Seeing you in the hall at school last week I purposely grabbed hold of you to see if I had a reaction and I felt OK...I felt normal. I was sure I could move back in and we'd be best buddies..... but, we wouldn't do the gay stuff anymore. Afterall, I'm not queer.

"Mike....that's OK, we don't have to do it. Just being with you is enough." Mike groaned in frustration, "You are not this stupid, Richie. How can I make it any clearer....I 'NEED' you. I'm addicted to you and being close makes me want to join with you doing sex together. Christ, when I just think about you I want to have sex with you. I'm weak because of this addiction." What could I say? He was sounding pissed-off again.

I tried to calm him down by quietly saying, "I'm sorry Mike. I'll do whatever you feel is best." He said, "For fuck sake will you please stop saying you're sorry......all the fucking time with the 'I'm sorry, Mike' routine". We were both quiet and then Mike said, "No, I'm the one who's sorry, Richie. But, let's get some sleep now and we'll think about all this and have a long talk after school tomorrow. OK?"

I said "sure, fine", and then I didn't say anything else. I stayed in bed with Mike and he continued to hug me up against him. Before I fell asleep I wondered if I should suggest to Mike that many people would call his so called addiction... being in love.

Next morning we did everything routinely and after school Mike and I talked about us for two hours while we smoked cigarettes and drank cokes. We decided to go on and make the best of it and enjoy ourselves.... for the time being, that is....."we were young and sowing our wild oats", he explained. We weren't hurting anyone and we were having fun. Mike kept acting like all of this was his bright 'new' idea and that he was slowly explaining it all to me....almost like he was talking me into something new......this brand new idea he'd come up with. He was sure, after thinking about it all, that he was right about not being gay.......he had just tried too soon to break himself of this childish need for boyfriend sex. With a little more perspective..maybe this year or early next year, he was sure we'd both get tired of it. Outgrow it, if you will. "Do you understand what I'm explaining to you, Richie?" I said, "Sure, you bet Mike. I totally agree we should continue until we outgrow it." I didn't add..... 'even if we discover that we're 79 years old and we still haven't outgrown it, it's still a hell of a plan'.

As near as I could figure...the brand new idea that Mike came up with after thinking about it all day and discussing it with me for those two hours was: we were going to do exactly what we'd been doing before Mike got drunk and spent that month at home. He was going to fuck me regularly.....hug and kiss and make-out like lovers as my reward for sucking his cock. And, Mike was still not going to be gay. I said "Fabulous idea, Mike! When can we start?" With a shit eating grin, he said..."We started last night I think. But, if you want to get out of those clothes right now......." I said, "Oh. oh yeah...."

We've been having the greatest couple of months and the weather has even starting to improve too. Stuff is really going my way again. I still haven't mentioned the blow job idea to Mike, but I definitely intend to at some point. No sense in screwing up this great streak Mike and I are on. It will come. We had other things we were looking forward to like soon we'll be flying around the countryside on Mike's motorbike. We loved doing that. Maybe in one of our hide-a-way spots I'll find the perfect time to ask Mike to taste my boner for me....

I saw Tom Brown as little as possible, but he lived a few doors down from me and we went to the same small High School so I did see him. When he or I were with someone he'd pretend to shoot me with his index finger, pulling the trigger with his thumb and I'd just fire back. When we ran into each other alone he always asked me when I wanted the second half of my spanking. I sometimes got a stiffy thinking about the whole thing....especially that blow job. I've discovered I never think too much about the spanking part. It hurt like hell sure, but that pleasure part was awesome and the contrast of the two was striking. Plus, I realize I have a submissive personality in some ways and it's a turn on. The idea was intriguing... but Mike and I were too hot and sexy together for me to give Tom Brown more than a passing thought. I always said," This might suprise you, Tom, but I'm giving it some consideration....stay tuned, Dude". He always nods his cute, but arrogant head as if it's just what he expected to hear....

One day in the middle of March after school Mike excitedly called out to me. He was in our bedroom at the computer. "Hey, Richie...guess who just EM'd me?" I was in the kitchen getting us our cokes and potato chips snax before we started our homework. I said, "Jeez Mike, I don't know. Is it Tonya inviting you to a booze party?" Mike said, "It's from Donny...that cute little fucker in the hospital with me. You remember... the one you blew. He wants to get together over Spring break". I said, "No shit? .." and to myself I said, SHIT !!!!

to be continued...... fiction by donny mumford...thinat20@yahoo.com