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From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: ST   MIKE, HIS BIKE & ME    4 / 5   t / t (sexual discovery)
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Laying in bed that morning I could just barely hear
Mike's motorbike start up and ride away.  He always
pushes it to the end of the block before firing it up.
  It wasn't even 4:05am,  but Mike works on a tomato
farm and that kind of work apparently starts early. 
Also,  he didn't start his bike in front of our house
because he  didn't want to disturb my old man  in the
bedroom next to ours.  I had been  awakened by Mike's
cell phone call from his mother just a couple of
minutes before he left.  She calls him when they have
work for him on the farm that day.   He never takes
long to get ready and leave once he gets the call ....
which happens three or four mornings a week.  

Even that early in the day our bedroom was a little
warm and I was enjoying the breeze from the window
fan.  Mike's body had blocked most of the breeze from
the fan during the night.  I slept against the wall
and Mike was right beside me....... between me and
that breeze.  I'll take the feel of Mike over the feel
of a breeze if I'm forced to choose.  Feeling both
would be nice.  Just before he left,  he stuck his
head back in the bedroom and seeing me  awake he gave
me the one  finger salute and his hot smile....then he
 was gone.    I thought to myself.....  a 'wild child
smile'  if ever there was one......... boy was it ever
a kewl smile too!!!   Gave me a stiffy.

 In my 16 years on this particular planet he's the
first human I've ever shared a bed with.  I had a
little mongrel dog when I was eight or nine who always
slept with me.  That was nice then,  but I'd choose
Mike over the dog if I was forced to choose between
them.   Sleeping with both of them would be nice too. 
The previous evening Mike let me suck his cock for the
first time.  Later on that night he let me suck it for
the second time.  That's the way Mike puts it......
"I'm going to let you suck my cock, Richie."    Like
he's doing me a favor.  In a way he is, I guess.  I
really liked doing it both times and just thinking
about it right now turned my stiffy into a boner about
as hard as a metal pipe.  If I think about it  much
more my pipe will likely start dripping.

It is the most amazing thing ever......I can barely
believe it happened to me.  I met Mike about seven
weeks prior to this and he just bullied me around
something awful.  Same thing the next time I ran into
him.....as a matter of fact,  the second and forth
times I saw him he bullied me and humiliated me as
usual, but both times it still ended up the same
way..... with me cuming in my pants.   He massaged my
cock and balls from  outside of my nylon basketball
shorts one time and another time, while I was sitting
on my porch railing,  he put his hands up my baggy
cargo shorts  pant legs and massaged my cock and balls
from the outside of my  underwear.  Both times, at the
beginning,  I tried to resist his touching,  but in
each case I eventually wound-up gushing cum and
moaning with that luscious feeling.   

The fact is that he's much stronger than me and I
wasn't able to get out of his grasp.   Mike is a
little over six feet tall, but thin........ I'm thin
too and about 5'10" .  Mike's strong though... and I
just ain't.   According to Mike,  jacking me off was a
way to prove if I was a homo or not.   He said it
proved I was.   News to me but,  I guess he proved
something alright because now I'm addicted to him.   I
crave  any kind of contact from Mike.  If he says
'suck', I'm sucking.  After doing it to him twice in
one afternoon he now calls me  his personal
cocksucker.  That doesn't really have a very nice
'ring' to it, does it? .... 'cocksucker'.  Guess
that's what I am though.

He's going to be sharing my bedroom for a month or
so.....just until his mother's condo gets renovated. 
They had a fire and couldn't live there for a while.  
 Thinking about Mike and me  that night got my cock
bone hard, as I said earlier,  and so I just had to
have a hot wack-off with that mental picture of Mike's
cum shooting in my face........ just the way it 
happened that first evening.  I keep a sweat sock
between the bed and the wall which I use to jerk off
into.   I try not to make a mess because I'm the one
who cleans this place.   The sock has really come in
handy because ever since I met Mike I've been cuming
so hard and so often I'm exhausted half the time and
the sock never dries out.   When the after affects of
my wack-off faded I set the alarm for 9:00am and then
dozed back off to sleep.

I have chores to do everyday and one of them in the
morning is to walk to a convenience store a few 
blocks away and get the old man his black coffee, 
breakfast sweet roll and a pack of cigarettes.  This
is a seven day a week job.  He leaves a $10 bill on
the table each day for this purpose.   I also do all
the house cleaning, wash dirty dishes, wash the
clothes and, well... everything that has to be done in
a house, I do it.  The good part is I earn $50 a week
for doing this  stuff and so  I usually have some
spending money.  Spending money is a good thing for a
16 year old to have.  My old man leaves for work
around 10 in the morning and gets home around  8:30 at
night.  He works in Atlantic City in a casino as a
blackjack dealer.  He isn't home long before he's off
to spend the evening at the local bar where he hangs
out  with his bar fly buddies shooting pool and
talking politics.   I don't see much of him.

That first day as Mike's personal cocksucker  turned
out to be much like any other day.  As the day played
itself out I looked for a change in Mike's  behavior,
but I didn't see any  .....no change towards the way
he dealt with me or with any of the other guys either.
  I had a weird feeling all day that maybe I just
dreamed that I sucked Mike's cock,  but I knew 
better.  In retrospect it made me scared and more than
a little confused and then real horny too...all day
those three things took turns troubling my mind.  Mike
had showed up after he finished work just like any
other day.  He insulted a couple guys, gave some neck
hugs to a couple guys, complimented a couple guys,
pulled my hair for some reason or other and all in all
it was a completely normal day.  

Mike got us all laughing as usual and  Tony was
hysterically funny too...... he lisped out his latest
efforts at getting laid and we all were just about
peeing our pants from laughing so hard.   Tony's going
 .."What?"  at every outburst of our laughter.  He is
an original, I'll say that.  Tony just doesn't realize
he is sooooo funny...he's not trying to be funny, he
just is.  We got yelled at a couple of times by the
boardwalk cops for harassing the tourist.  We smoked
too many cigarettes, ate pizza slices and drank birch
beer and fresh squeezed lemonade like always.   Around
5:30 in the afternoon Mike said to me, "Let's get
going,  dick head.  I'll give you a ride  home.  I'm
tired as hell today because  that farm work is a
bitch.  Let's go..chop chop!!!"  And off we went on
his motorbike.

It was a 15 minute ride to my old man's place.  As we
rode along I just shook my head thinking  that only
about 24 hours earlier Mike and me got caught in that
horrific  thunder storm and got soaked to the bone. 
We were riding on this exact road when the rain came
pouring down.  It rained so hard Mike pulled over and
stopped at the side of the road.   We just sat on
Mike's bike together,  both of us as wet as it's
possible to be,  waiting out that storm.   Neither one
of us had ever seen it rain that hard.     It only
lasted about seven minutes and then it began to clear
and the most spectacular rainbow appeared over where
we knew the ocean was.  We'd just left that spot ten
minutes earlier.  

I told Mike I'd never really seen a rainbow  as
brilliant as this one.  He said that this kind of
rainbow is rare alright, but keep your eyes open,
Richie,  and you'll have a good chance to see another
one someday.  Who knows,  maybe you'll even need to
see another one someday.    I don't know if he was
trying to be philosophical  or what, but when he said
it....  hell, I don't know, he made it just  seem
important somehow.  Like we shared something real
special.....

Anyway, that's the afternoon I became a cocksucker.  
Back at the house when he was toweling himself off 
Mike told me he was going to let me suck his cock.  He
was  completely naked, when he'd said it.   That was
just 24 hours earlier,  but it seems longer ago than
that....  Funny, but  at the time I wasn't even aware
I wanted to suck his cock  ........  hard to
believe......... but,  that's what happened.          
       

No rain or rainbow today, just a broiling hot sun.  
We picked up some Italian subs on the way home to have
for our dinner a little later.  At the house Mike
says, "Well Richie, guess what I've been thinking
about all fucking day."     Me being  thick headed, 
at first  I didn't realize what he was referring to,
"What's that  Mike?" I asked.    He laughed and led me
into the bedroom.   He told me to get undressed and I
hesitated for a few seconds which resulted in a  bunch
 of my hair ending up in Mike's fist.  "When I say to
do something, you have to react much quicker, Richie! 
 Understand?"  I said "Oh yeah.  I do...I guess, I
mean.... I will."  and I quickly got out of my
clothes.  He had told me last night that he likes his
cocksuckers completely naked when they are sucking on
his cock.  

Mike and I were both hot and sweaty from our day of
working and playing in 90+ degree temperatures so I
figured we'd take showers and then obviously Mike will
be expecting me to blow him.  I'd figured it out by
then.  That's what he'd been thinking about all day. 
What an idiot  I am...I should have known that was
what he meant right off.  It wasn't like I didn't want
to do it.  Quite the contrary, I was getting a little
bit of a boner just thinking about it.

I was naked and just standing there....waiting for, I
don't know what....
orders, I guess.    And Mike had some for me,  "Pull
my shorts and boxers down, Richie."  So.... I did that
and Mike's semi erect cock bounced up and down a
little as I pulled his pants and boxers down to his
ankles.  Mike sits back on the bed as I'm sitting back
on my ankles on the floor in front of him.    Mike
says, "I am so tired, but I'm also so horny it ain't
funny.  Get going,  Richie!"   I was taken aback
because we were both kind of grungy and I hadn't
expected to suck on a sweaty penis.  But,   I didn't
want to hesitate again so I sat up on my knees and
took his damp cock in my hand.  Mike put one hand on
the top of my head and playing with my hair he said,
"Sometime today, Richie."  I  put his sweaty cock
right in and tongued it and sucked on it and rubbed it
all around inside the soft parts of my warm, wet,
slippery mouth.  It tasted just about like his clean
cock had tasted, a little more salty perhaps.   Mike
put his other hand on my head now and said,
"Good...real good, Richie.  That's a good boy."  

With that encouragement fortifying my confidence I
intensified my efforts and shortly Mike's cock was
about as hard as a cock can get.  It wasn't long
before he had my head firmly in both his hands and he
forced his boner into my throat and began fucking my
face fast and hard.  Each thrust pushed my nose into
his sweaty pubes and my chin onto his swinging, sweaty
balls.  Mike had a strong body smell.  Not gross BO,
but not his pleasant clean scent either.  His eyes and
mouth were tightly closed...  his feet spread and
planted firmly on the floor.....he was lifting his ass
off the bed with each penetration of my throat and
pulling my head onto his boner at the same time.  It
was a little rough going for me and I held onto his
legs for some support.  It was rough going,
yes....but, it was all very erotic for me too.    When
I felt my balls get tight up against my belly I had to
let go with one hand so I could stroke my boner a half
dozen times.   That's all it took for me to  shoot a
long, hard stream of cum against the side of the bed,
followed by lesser shots....all of them  in between
Mike's legs.

He was really grunting and moaning by now.......when
my climax had barely died down he flooded my throat
with cum.  I'd prepared myself in my mind not to
inhale cum  up my nose this time.  The volume was
simply too much though and I ended up blowing sprays
of Mike's cum out both my nostrils exactly like  I did
the first time.  Not a pleasant feeling, but one I
vigorously followed through with..... it was all in a
desperate effort to clear my sinuses so that I could
breath through my nose again.  Mike's cum was
splattered here and there as I blew sprays of it out
my nose....the last of the nose cum blew into a big
cum bubble that popped all around my nose and mouth. 
After that I could breath regularly again....... 

Mike was bucking and pulling my hair and then he
frantically grabbed his cock out of my mouth and began
stroking it with his tight fist squeezing every last
drop of cum  up and out of his nuts.  I had a lot of
it all over my face and hair, it all happened pretty
much just like it happened the first time I sucked
Mike off.    He slowed down and then calmed down and
finally said in a breathless voice, "Fuck!  I needed
that.  You got me all horned up Richie.  All day I'm
thinking about your cute mouth around my cock and
fucking your cute face.  WOW!  I wasn't disappointed! 
That was a blast!  Whoa..OK, you did good."  I
thought, "my cute mouth?"  "my cute
face?"..........I'd heard him say it.

He  pulled on my hair to get me to sit up next to him
on the bed.    He gave me a long wet kiss as he sucked
in some of his own cum off my lips.   He  followed
that by sucking my tongue and French kissing with me. 
Prior to yesterday I'd never even imagined kissing
another boy.  Doing it for the first time last night
had aroused  me beyond belief.  So many surprises for
me  in the last 24 hours or so,  but what fantastic
new feelings of pleasure and excitement I'd been
experiencing.   Mike fondled my head and hair and
hugged me tight to him.  All in all about five minutes
worth of hugging and kissing.  This was my reward for
"doing him good",  according to Mike  ....  How ever
long it was that we were hugging and kissing it was
enough to get both of us most of the way to  another
sweet feeling hard boner.

After that Mike said he could read my mind.  He said
he knew I was wishing and hoping we could take a
shower together.  That we could lather each other up
with soap and rub all over each others body.  He said
he knew I'd want to get his cock especially clean and
that I'd squeeze and fondle his nuts and cock until I
made him blow another load.  "I know how you gay guys
think, Richie!"....he went on to say I should forget
about it because he wasn't going to take the chance,
one in a million or whatever, that my old man comes
home early and catches us in there together.  

He took his shower while I cleaned my cum off the side
of the bed and picked up the clothes and neatened up
in general.  Truth is I hadn't thought about taking a
shower together, but it did seem like a neat idea now
that Mike mentioned it.   I took my shower when Mike
was done and then we ate our dinner.   Mike went in to
sleep shortly after that.  He'd been up since 4am.  I
sat outside on the porch where it was a little bit
cooler and thought about things.  I was queer I guess.
 Kissing, hugging and blowing another boy might be
construed as clues  that I indeed may be queer.  I
didn't know what to make of it though.   Before I'd
met Mike the thought of doing this kind of stuff had
never entered my mind.  Or had it?

Thinking hard about the friends I'd had in my short
life I realized that  there are a couple of them, well
two to be exact, that I had a special bond with.  I
met the first one when I was living with my mother in
our Delaware apartment.  He was two years older than
me so I guess he'd have been 13 at the time.  From the
first day I'd met him I thought about him all the
time.  I don't remember wanting to suck his cock
though ......or even having that thought enter my
mind.  I was ten or eleven and may not have even 
heard of a 'blow job' at that age.  I just knew I
wanted to be with him all the time.   He lived in the
apartment across the hall from me.  I followed him
around for months and he treated me like I was
special.  

Now that I think about it, he did like to wrestle with
me a lot.  Quite often he'd let me win and I'd sit on
top of him pinning his arms to the ground, one of my 
hands on each of his out stretched wrists with my
crotch near his chin.  He'd hump up and grind his
crotch into my bum in a  half hearted attempt to
dislodge me.  His face was flush, his eyes shiny and
he took short quick breaths.  Yeah, that was probably
something .....he was definitely sporting early boners
because I felt many of them through his pants.   And,
hell,  I had a delicious feeling buzzing in my crotch
and quite often a hard little nail in my pants too.  
At the time I never thought of a sexual connection per
se to this activity, it was just an off-shoot of
wrestling ....or something like that.   He moved away
and before he left he hugged me and cried for a couple
of minutes.  At the time I thought we were just best
friends saying goodbye.....

The other special friend was a kid who I always sat
next to on the school bus.  This was in ninth grade. 
He was very nice looking and very bossy to me,  but I
loved being with him.  Thinking back on it....I'm
almost certain this is the first boy I ever
acknowledged, in my mind's eye, as being  nice
looking.    He seemed to think that I wasn't really
cool enough to hang out with him regularly, but he
always sat next to me on the bus.  The thing he liked
to do was have 'nut buster' fights.  We'd grab at each
others balls to see who got lucky and had the best
handful of nuts to squeeze and who, therefore, could
make the other guy 'give up'.  It was like a contest. 
Kids in the back of the bus...on the long back seat
did it too.  It wasn't just us two.  Lots of times
after one or the other of us gave up, the winner would
just keep hold of the losers nuts for the whole ride. 
He'd look into the losers face and grin .. then
squeeze at different time and laugh at the discomfort
of the loser.  There was always a lot of thigh and ass
grabbing and rubbing too.  

 We both had stiffies almost all the time and we both
had wet spots on the front of our pants many times
too.  I couldn't wait for the bus to get to our stop
so me and Rob could start 'nut busting'...  At the
time it was a fun game and part of experimenting with
our developing bodies.  Gee, I got a boner remembering
that nice looking boy and all that ball grabbing we
did.  I'd had a few circle jerks too, now that I think
about it....they were with two other guys in my early
teens.   My buddy Dougie thought it might be too gay
so we all stopped.  It didn't seem like a big deal at
the time.  We were all jerking off by ourselves around
the clock anyway.

It was all too confusing and I couldn't decide if it
meant anything or not.  I was getting tired by now and
went in the house and quietly, from the foot of the
bed......  climbed in.  Mike was deep asleep and
taking up a lot of the mattress.  I squeezed in
against the wall and enjoyed the feel and smell of
him.  It all felt so wonderful and I could not believe
how my luck had turned so good, so fast.  I gently
bounced around a little bit in the bed so that my back
was positioned against the wall and I was on my right
side facing Mike.  He was partially on his left side 
and he was hugging the pillow, but there was still a
little bit of pillow sticking out for my head to rest
on.   Our noses were 1/2 inch apart.  His breaths
tickled my chin as I stared at his perfect face.  My
latest boner was getting very hard as I put my arm
over Mike's side...I just needed to touch him and give
his body a little squeeze.  The feelings I have for
him are  very strong, very intense  ....the attachment
I feel for Mike is almost scary.   I think  maybe I
love him.

Of course, I've never been in love so I can't be sure.
 This made me think that not only have I never been in
love,  I've also never been loved .....not by anyone. 
Not by mother, father or anyone else.  Shit, what an
odd thought.  This was new.  It's the first time I
articulated that realization to myself.  No one loves
me......no one has ever loved me.  But maybe I had a
'puppy love' going on sometime or  other.....
especially for my two  young friends of some years
ago.   So maybe I did have a 'puppy love' thing and I
simply didn't realize it at the time.  If I didn't
realize it, would that count?  I don't know, but no
'real' love.   I was sure of that....   Odd that it
doesn't bother me more.  I am just about positive Mike
doesn't love me.  Sometimes I'm not sure he even likes
me...... but then,  how to explain the times he
seemingly can't kiss or hug me enough.  Just before I
fell asleep I concluded that Mike's attraction to me
is the closest I've come lately to experiencing
anything approaching 'love' from someone so I'm going
to call this love until something better comes
along............

Next morning and Mike is still right there next to me
when my alarm goes off.  No farm work for him today! 
Mike opens his eyes as I rustle around on the bed.  I
smile at him.   When we hear my old man go in the
bathroom we know he'll be there for at least a half an
hour.  Our time to play a little.    For something
new, Mike climbed on my chest with his cock hanging
through the fly of his boxers.    I sucked that cock
till it was real hard, wet and slippery.  He lifted up
some and pulled his boxers down so  I could tongue his
balls and down close to his hole....then I lapped up
around to the top of his nut sack and when Mike
started gulping he forced his cock back in my mouth
and down my throat for another rough face
fuck.....with me laying on my back in bed this time.  
His pubes up my nose and his balls banging my chin. 
He shot a huge load just as I stroked my cock one last
time and my cum shot  went straight up in the air
until gravity caught it and it came right back down to
'splat' on my thighs and knees.  More cum oozed over
my fist as I stroked my boner.    Mike was busy
filling my mouth with his load of creamy, boy cum.  It
over flowed out both sides of my mouth and ran down my
chin to my neck.  Lots and lots of cum this morning.

We were both very stimulated  and Mike especially was
really into it.  He took a couple of minutes to breath
regularly and, still sitting on my chest he looked
down and returned my earlier smile with that
"wild-child smile" of his that always  kind of thrills
me.  He seemed pleased with me,  but sadly no kissing
or hugging this morning.  The shower had started up
and we knew our play time was short now so Mike
grabbed my T shirt off the floor and wiped his crotch
before putting on some clothes.  I used the same T
shirt to wipe as much cum off me as possible, throw on
some clothes and run down to the convenience store for
the old man's coffee and the other stuff I get for him
every morning.  

This was the routine we fell into.  I sucked Mike's
cock at least once in the evening,  sometimes twice
and then every morning that he didn't work .  When
circumstances permitted,  I sucked him in the
afternoon or mid-morning.  He'd give me my reward of
kisses and hugs whenever time and circumstances
permitted.  I knew very well that he loved making out
as  much as I did,  but I couldn't see any purpose of
making that point to Mike.  That wouldn't accomplish
anything good so I just went along with Mike's version
of me being gay and him being straight.  He said he
was doing it because he knew gays liked that sort of
stuff and it was my reward for doing what I was told. 
 I didn't care how he rationalized  his participation,
I loved every second.

And on the days he didn't work on the farm.... after I
sucked him off,  he'd ride off on his motorbike to do
things with his brother.  I'm not sure what those
things were, but I don't think they were always legal.
  I had to do my chores every morning in any case. 
Most afternoons we'd meet up on the boards with some
of the guys. Three weeks went by so fast it amazed me.
 It was the best time ever for me.  I absolutely loved
being around Mike and for those few times when he
wasn't around .. well,  the other guys were fun too. 
I was getting along better with Mac and I felt really
tight with Tony.  I saw those two the most, but the
other guys were cool too.

One day  Mike said he didn't have to work on the farm
that morning, but that around 11 o'clock this morning 
his brother was picking him up and they had to do a
job together.  Mike said he wouldn't be back that
night.  I asked what kind of  job would keep him out
all night and Mike said it was none of my god-damned
business and who the fuck did I think I was giving him
the third degree?  He smacked up the back of my head
making me stumble into the kitchen table.  "You're
getting awful pushy for a cock sucker!  Since when do
I have to explain my life to you?  You little cunt!" 
Mike was much too pissed off for it to have been
caused by my question.  I knew it had to be something
else because he seemed worried or nervous or
maybe..... scared.      It made me feel real
uncomfortable.  I didn't want to add to his stress so
I looked  him in the eyes and said I was sorry.  He
looked away and he told me to forget about it.  He
said he had a lot on his mind at the moment and then
he mumbled he was sorry he smacked my head.

His brother blew the horn of his old pickup truck and
Mike was gone.  I tried to get a look at the brother,
but the cab of the truck was in shadows and I couldn't
see his face.  No way could he be as good looking as
Mike anyway.   The rest of that day was OK with me ...
first, screwing around with a couple of guys and then
five of us continued our miniature golf tournament.  I
was way out of the running for first place after eight
rounds of golf,  so no way was I going to win.  I
didn't care about winning the damn thing.... it was
fun just being in the contest with the guys.  Later, 
the guys all decided to do a turn on the Double Shot,
which is a death defying thrill ride that I'd never
been on.  They called me pussy and every other thing,
but I wouldn't get on that  ride. 

Now here's the odd thing.  The day turned out Ok, but
that  first night without Mike was horrible.  Without
him in bed with me I couldn't sleep hardly at all.  
Plus, I really wanted to suck him off.... it shocked
the hell out of me how much I missed him.  How could
this be?  I had almost a physical need to see, feel,
touch...to be with Mike.  I ached for him.   I felt
sick with desire for him.  I'd known very well that I
was very attached to him,  but this was the first
night he was away since our first night together. 
Realizing the extent of my feelings and need for him
was the big surprise, I guess.   

Then all of a sudden it hit me......  pretty soon Mike
is going to move back into the renovated condo with
his mother and brother.  I'll be without him every
night for the rest of my life.  Realizing this and
acknowledging it  was like getting hit over the
head....I guess I had been blocking out the thought of
not having Mike with me.  Oh my God, but the past
three weeks have been the best three weeks in my life.
 I didn't want to think of him not being there with
me....

Not able  sleep  I laid in bed  thinking about Mike. 
By now  I'd sucked his cock so many times that we both
knew exactly what was coming almost every second.  The
slippery, swollen head of his cock slipped into my
throat with ease.  In and out...in and out...in and
out.  It was like a dance.  I'd suck the head until I
felt it swelling and I knew he'd be fucking my throat
very soon now.   He'd taught me how to swallow over
and over with his cock in my throat and then the in
and out...in and out motions...and  then everything
all over again.   He also liked me to rub his cock
head against the inside of my cheek real hard and fast
and then up against the ridges at the roof of my
mouth.  I stroked his boner from time to time, but not
too much because we both wanted the experience to last
as long as possible.

I thought about the new twist the last few days and
smiled about it.... Mike was now making me wait before
allowing me "the honor" of putting  his cock in my
mouth.  Ha ha....I got a kick out of the whole thing. 
He wanted me to lick and lap all around and under and
over his cock.  He said I had to earn the right to
taste it and suck it.  He said that cocksuckers like
me can easily forget who is doing who the favor. 
There was always a bit of "fun" in his voice.   I had
to suck on his belly button and lick all over his
belly leading down to his cock.  I spent a good ten
minutes each night licking and sucking his balls.  My
nose was in some part of his pubes for the better part
of 20 minutes before I was allowed to start sucking
and licking his actual boner.  

It was dripping like mad by the time Mike said "OK,
Richie..slowly, slowly suck my cock into your mouth. 
Start off gentle or I'll pull out and you'll have to
wait longer.  STOP!  What do you say first, Richie?" 
I look up into his eyes like he taught me to do and I
ask in a real nice voice, "May I please suck your
cock, Mike?"....then Mike says, "Kiss it first...OK
but, again... like you mean it this time!  OK, now
start slowly...suck it like you love it Richie...I
know fucking well that you do....go ahead now,  that's
nice..good boy, Richie".  And before too long Mike
could no longer make comments because he was grunting
and "OH"ing and "AH"ing and he shot off some truly
unbelievable huge, creamy loads of yummy 16
year-old-boy cum.  Never too much for me though.

 I was almost salivating thinking about sucking Mike's
cock.  Meanwhile he is off  on some secret mission
with his brother.  Eventually I fell asleep and next
morning, done with my jobs around the house, what
else...... go up on the boardwalk.    Of course I
jerked off three times in less than 24 hours missing
and thinking about Mike.    Jerking off is always fun,
but now I wanted to see the real thing.  I'd been on
the boardwalk for two hours before I heard the
motorbike and then I finally saw him coming around the
corner.  

He parked on the street and then up on the boards he
swaggered with his big, smart-ass smile.  "Did you
girls miss me?" he asked.  There were four of us there
and we all drifted right over to him like he was a
magnet.  We all tried to tell him at the same time how
we didn't even know he was gone.   We all knew in our
hearts though that our world was in balance now that
Mike was here.  Everything was funnier and cooler and
felt just right now.  He looked good and I got a
wicked hard boner looking at him and then looking down
at his crotch.  He saw me looking and laughed out
loud.  None of the other guys knew what he was
laughing at.  I had to sit down and stare down at the
boards.  I swear his smile and laugh almost had me
cuming in my pants again.  I tried to think of that
fat girl, Carol,  from some weeks ago..hoping that
would get my boner to go down.  WOW, did Mike have a
power over me.  He came over and massaged my shoulder
as I sat on that bench.

"What's wrong, Richie?  Don't you feel OK or
something?  Why don't ya stand up and get some fresh
air in your lungs?"  Mike said this with a laugh in
his voice.  He knew the affect he had on me and he
knew if I stood up my boner would be tenting out my
shorts big time.   The more he rubbed my shoulder and
the back of my neck the closer and closer I got to
cuming in my pants.  It was torture, but sublime
torture.  I didn't want him to stop, but he soon got
bored with our private joke and got a cigarette from
Marty and went on to other things.  After about five
minutes I had myself under control although I did have
a small wet spot on the front of my cargo shorts.  No
one commented on it and in five minutes it dried up in
the hot air.  I guess whatever he and his brother did
last night and this morning worked out OK because Mike
was in a spectacular mood.  A little later he treated
everyone to pizza  and sodas.  I stared at him a lot
and he caught my eye a few times and smirked back at
me.

That night Mike said he'd missed me too.  I can't
believe how great that made me feel.  He had me all
tangled up in his arms on my bed.  My old man had gone
out for the night an hour ago.  As usual I was
completely naked, the way Mike insisted I be,  and
Mike had on only his boxers.   He was very
affectionate tonight and I felt wonderful.  My boner
hadn't gone down for a half hour.  I thought to myself
that it's hard to believe I could feel this fabulous. 
Mike was kissing the side of my face when out of the
blue he said, "I know very well what you're been
praying for now, Richie.  You got you're hopes all set
and I'll bet you're willing to beg that  I'll take
pity on you and fuck you're boy cunt for you.  Am I
right, Richie?  You want me to take your cherry, don't
you?  Don't lie to me or I'll get pissed off.  Richie,
you better tell me the fucking truth about this."  I
was taken completely by surprise again.  "Ah,
Mike...you mean cornhole me?"

Donny Mumford   thinat20@yahoo.com











 
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