Date: Mon, 6 Sep 1999 15:49:29 EDT From: Jrm3x23@aol.com Subject: Michael Paul I want to thank the few guys that have responded with their comments on this story. In this chapter, the relationship between Mike and Adam becomes more involved. This is a story, one that has a sex scene that involves two consenting teenage boys. If this isn't to your liking, or if it is illegal for you to be reading this stuff, please leave. I welcome all comments and constructive criticisms. Chapter 4, Playing For Keeps. I dropped Adam and Jordan off at home. Jordan was no longer Adam's immature little brother and we all knew it. I helped them carry their gear inside when Jordan suddenly broke his contented silence. "I wish I had a close friend. You know, like you are with my brother." He said with a rather nice smile. "Don't worry, Jordy, somebody special will come along and you'll know it." Adam and I didn't have much time to waste the coming week since our club soccer team was entered in a summer tournament near where we live. One of our rival teams from Tacoma was also entered and we all knew how important it was to practice and be prepared for this team. The tournament would start on Thursday morning and our first game was scheduled for 8:00am. As usual, I stayed over at Adam's the night before the game. When I arrived, Jordan answered the door with a huge grin. He was true to his word, though; nobody was going to ruin the fun we all shared on the camping trip. "Hey Adam, Mike's here," he yelled. "Hi Mrs. K.," I said to Adam's mother. She's a sweet lady and I consider her my second mother. She looked great being 30 something. I wondered if Jennifer would look as good at this age. "Mike, have some leftovers to eat before you go up. Adam get down here, Mike's here!" "OK, mom." Adam tromped down the stairs wearing only his soccer trousers. Man, he looked good; his body was tan and slim. A real turn on. "Hey Mike, how's it hanging?" "It's hangin'," I chuckled, "You ready for tomorrow? If we win our first game, we`ll play the Tacoma Rangers, most likely." "Shit, I hate those guys, they play dirty and I'm certainly not looking forward to that guy on their back line." "Oh, you mean `the moose'?" "Yah, he's one mean SOB." "Boys!" Mrs. K sounded just like some TV mother. "You shouldn't be talking that way about an opponent." Jordan came back down and he, too, was in trousers. "Hey Jordy, your team in the tournament?" I asked. "Yah, we play at 9:30." Jordan was one of the better goalkeepers in the area, his age. His team was also a state level team and we often practiced together on the same field. Jordan was no longer Adam's bratty younger brother. I think his "experience" on the camping trip changed this kid into a friend. I think the sharing of our "maleness" created a bond that only a few guys will ever experience. Adam and I turned in after a great dinner. We were both tired and nervous about the tournament, so neither of us succumbed to the pressures of being a horny teenager that night. As expected, the first game of our tournament was an easy victory. Just as expected, we faced our nemesis, the Rangers, in the second game. The game was intense. We were down 0-1 at halftime. He stripped off his shirt at halftime. "The moose" was pounding Adam. His ribs were bruised badly from the thrown elbows the referee never saw. He was in pain and I knew it. "You okay?" "Yes, it's nothin'." Adam never complained. The second half started and our team really was putting the pressure on to equalize. With my back to the opponent goal, I received the ball from one of the midfielders. I knew Adam was lurking off to the right and he was wide open. I flicked the ball over to him and he drilled it home. "The moose" was pissed and decided to show his displeasure by spitting at Adam while he was celebrating on the ground with his arms stretched to the sky. "What do you think you're doin', asshole?" I challenged "the moose." I got in this guy's face to let him know I didn't appreciate what he was doing to my friend. My teammates grabbed me and pulled me away before I got into any more trouble. My coach, who I really respect, pulled me from the game so I could cool off. I protested this removal, but Coach was right, I needed a break before I got into further trouble. After 5 minutes, I was back in the game. The game was tied 1-1, going into the final 5 minutes. I was getting tired; it was our second game of the day. Adam received the ball and proceeded to dribble it upfield. Only "the moose" to beat. Adam put a move on "the moose" that allowed him to break free. Adam let loose a rocket shot that beat the keeper. At that instant, "the moose" slid into Adam's hamstring, taking Adam down and severely hurting him. His painful scream is one I will find hard to forget. "I have had enough of you!" I said as I went over to the guy that had just hurt my best friend. With that he gave me a shove. I then did something I'd never done before to anybody; I popped this guy right in the face. All hell broke loose. The referee was blowing his whistle and both benches cleared as everyone converged on "the fight." Adam was taken to the clinic where he was informed that he would be out for 4 to 6 weeks. I received a bloody lip and a trip to the showers and was given a three game suspension for fighting. But, shit, it sure felt good putting a dirty player in his place. By the way, "the moose" only received a one game suspension for "serious foul play." To add insult to injury, my parents grounded me for three days. Adam invited me over for another sleepover after I had "served my time." His ankle was in a cast and he moved around his house on crutches. After another great dinner, we went upstairs to turn in. We played video games for awhile then Adam got that look that said something was on his mind. "Mike, that was real kewl; the way you took that guy out. I appreciate the fact that you didn't let him get away with hurting me." "That's what a friend is for." "Mike, you're more than just a friend, I really like you. I mean being around you and messing around like we do." "Adam, I..." I hesitated, "I think I ...love you." He got a big smile on his face. "Man, I've been trying to say that to you for a long time. I love you, your body, your cute smile and how you look when you wear those baggy soccer trousers." "And I like gettin' hard with you," he added. Adam was irresistible; I went right over and embraced him and planted my first boy to boy kiss on him. His tongue entered my mouth, first tentatively then, as our saliva mixed I felt every inch of my skin become sensitive. His tongue explored and I got up the nerve to return the favor. Adams lips were a real turn on. I entered his hot mouth and felt all around. I felt Adam's hands rubbing my back. One hand slipped lower and started to go under the waistband of my briefs. He brushed the hairs on the crack of my ass. Since Adam was wearing a cast, he wore some old denim jeans that were slit up the instep all the way to the crotch for easy removal. My hand found its way to his exposed knee and I gently stroked the inside of his leg, slowly working my way ever so closer to my goal. We fell to the bed, and started undressing each other. We both were still wearing button down shirts and we savored every button that was undone, revealing our muscular chests little by little. Oh, I don't need to tell you what our cocks were like. Here we were, two horny16-year-olds lying on the bed, embracing our topless torsos. Adam still had his jeans on and I was there with tented briefs with a giant wet spot on them. My hand finally reached his nutsack. Like Jordan, Adam rarely wore underwear. He let out a shudder and started whimpering in ecstasy. His nuts were tight and I had to gently dig for them to get them in my caressing hand. I unbuttoned his fly and out poked a penis that looked like it really needed some loving. Adam's sensual hands were slipping in and out of the openings of my briefs, massaging my nuts and tickling the shaft of my cock. He worked my briefs to my knees and I was naked before my best friend and lover in all my glory. I pulled Adam's jeans off and our naked, smooth, and muscular bodies intertwined. Our precum slickened our stomachs as we embraced. Feeling Adam's cock next to mine was so exciting. It was warm and hard and I liked its feel. Adam then lay on his back and spread his legs and I started to massage his inner thighs and nutsack. He pumped his cock and out flowed some more precum. I took the precum with my finger and circled his cockhead with the slightest of touches. He was now moaning. He was getting excited and asked me to stop since he was getting close. I lay on my back and I asked Adam to straddle my chest on his knees so I could inspect that cock of his up close. It sat only 4 inches from my face. It's slit was a bright red and the "mushroom" was swollen with little red bumps. It was a cock that commanded me to take it in. I put my hands around Adam's hips and drew his erection into my eager mouth. His precum was flowing and the taste made me want Adam even more. I slid my mouth down his shaft and he just sighed with ecstasy. With my tongue and lips, I gave his cockhead what I call a "tip torture." I worked his tip over with my tongue and "bit" it several times with my lips. Adam was moaning. After several minutes of this he started thrusting; he was ready for his reward. I wrapped my mouth around his shaft and let him fuck my mouth. Man, it was hot. One final thrust and he was coming in my mouth. His sperm had a strong bitter taste and was very fluid. I moved his pulsing penis out so that its tip rest on my tongue. I wanted to let this guy's nut production shoot out so I could taste it all. When he was finally spent out, I got up and kissed Adam and we shared his precious fluids between us. "Mike, that was so fuckin' rad." "Yah, I never thought I'd have the guts to eat another guys cum, but you and Jordan have me hooked." "Well, let's get working on yours." Adam did the same thing to me, only he withdrew my cock and stroked it to climax and let it shoot all over his face. We both licked it clean I got what he couldn't reach with his tongue. I love my penis. And Adam's.