Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2020 05:00:48 +0000 From: vereinington Subject: Have You Seen Mike Hawk (Gay/Adult-Youth) The following story is fictional. None of the events, characters, businesses or cities are real. Please do not read if you are under 18 or if the content is illegal in your jurisdiction. Email me if you liked the story or want to comment at vereinington@protonmail.com. Thanks, Vance. Nifty needs your donations to provide this valuable platform http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html HAVE YOU SEEN MIKE HAWK? I quietly stepped into the living room and looked at the boy. The blue light from an almost-full moon streamed through the window illuminating his lower body. Freddie was lying motionless on his back atop his sleeping bag with one leg straight out and one pulled up. His cut-off sweat shorts had ridden up his thighs, revealing his smooth tan legs and a bit of white untanned skin that was normally covered by clothing. The fleece material of his shorts had bunched up at his groin, giving the impression that he had an ample package. I had the urge to reach down and feel the lump of fabric, to knead it and prod it and find the true dimensions of his 12 year old cock. I knew how foolish that would be and banished the thought from my mind. Standing over the boy for half a minute, I tried to commit the image to memory. Then I went into the kitchen, grabbed a coke and returned to my bedroom. It was 2:30 am. Freddie had gotten me so keyed up that I couldn't sleep. When my mom had told me my brother Matt was having a friend sleep over that Saturday night I was initially annoyed. Matt and I shared a room in the two bedroom apartment despite our 11 year age difference. I'd moved back home after graduating college five months into the pandemic quarantine. The prospect of finding a job as a physical therapist was nonexistent during the lockdown, so my mom had agreed that I should live at home until I could find a real job. I got back into bed and scrolled through Grindr. I wasn't seriously intending to hook up; I was just curious about what might be available. Maybe I'd jerk off if I found a good profile pic. Tap, tap, tap. It was quiet enough that I wasn't even sure I'd heard it. Was someone knocking on the bedroom door or was the sound coming from another apartment? I quieted my breathing and listened. Tap, tap, tap again. I was sure it was the bedroom door. I got out of bed and gently turned the knob. Freddie was standing in the doorway. His red t-shirt looked dark maroon in the dim light but I could still make out the lettering on the front: "Have you seen Mike Hawk?" "How come you were lookin' at me in the living room?" Freddie whispered. "Huh?!" I whispered back, playing dumb. "You were looking at me!" A little louder. I shushed Freddie and pulled him into the room, shutting the door as gently as I could. "I... I was..." I couldn't think of a good lie. "Like what you see?" Freddie placed his fists on his hips and puffed out his chest. His t-shirt was right in front of my face: "Have you seen Mike Hawk?" *** It was that t-shirt that had got me onto this train of inappropriate thoughts. I liked guys - young guys - but a 12 year old was not anything I'd had sexual thoughts about since I was 12 or 13 myself. Earlier, when Matt had opened the front door and let his sleep-over friend into the living room I wasn't even paying attention. "This is my friend Freddie," Matt said to Mom. I looked up from my bowl of Spaghetti-Os, mainly to see what a kid named "Freddie," might look like. That name sounded like an old man's name. I don't think I'd ever met anyone under the age of 70 named Fred. The kid was striking. A fall of dark hair from the boy's asymmetrical haircut covered one eye but exposed the other ice-blue eye, framed with long dark lashes. His skin was golden from the summer sun but not dark enough to hide the splash of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He had a small nose and large lips - he reminded me of a boy version of a 1970s rock star like Mick Jagger or the Aerosmith singer without the long hair. "That kid will be a knockout in a few years," I thought to myself, returning to my late lunch. I wondered if he'd still be friends with Matt in five or six years, and if I'd even still be living in Vegas. I looked at Freddie again. He was looking at me. I nodded. "I'm Jack, Matt's brother." Freddie was wearing gray cut-off sweat pants, a red t-shirt and bright blue Nike sneakers. His compact body looked lean and strong. He was a couple inches taller than Matt, who was still a way off from starting puberty. I wondered about Freddie's progression. "Knock it off, perv!" I thought to myself. But I looked at the crotch of his sweats. I knew a boy's cock got bigger when he was about to start adolescence. "Hey," Freddie said and gave a slight nod. I looked at his shirt and read the words on the front silently: "Have you seen Mike Hawk?" I wondered who Mike Hawk was. Freddie had a strange magnetism. I rarely played video games with Matt, but I spent most of the evening playing Borderlands 3 and Call of Duty with the boys. I felt like I was twelve years old again, laughing at their stupid jokes and wrestling with them when someone made a bonehead mistake in Call of Duty. After several hours of gaming the boys decided to watch Shazam on Netflix. I helped Matt lay out a couple sleeping bags in the living room then went to my room. I couldn't get Freddie out of my head. I tried to think of other things but my mind kept going back to that kid. Earlier in the evening Freddie asked Matt, "What do you call it when you jerk off and eat Oreos at the same time?" "What?" Matt answered, only half-interested. "Cookies and cream," Freddie answered. Matt was silent and motionless for a few seconds. I could see the wheels in his head turning. "Oh!! Hah!" It was a stupid joke, but I found myself wondering, could Freddie make cream? The kid had cast a spell on me. I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to go back out into the living room and hang out with him after Matt fell asleep. I wanted to look at his body. It was official: I was a perv. I heard Mom shush the boys around 1:00 am and tell them it was time for lights out. I turned my own light out and tried to fall asleep, but thoughts of Freddie kept me tossing and turning. I pictured him asleep, in his red t shirt and gray shorts, only a hollow-core door separating him from me. I thought about that red t-shirt: "Have you seen Mike Hawk?" Then I got it. I felt completely lame for not having gotten the pun earlier. What parent lets their 12 year old wear a shirt like that? I wondered. That's when I decided to get a drink of water and look at the boy sleeping. And then he caught me perving on him. *** I was busted and had no excuse. To further deepen my embarrassment, Freddie was taunting me. "Like what you see?" he'd just asked me, puffing out his chest like a superhero. I felt my face flush. Staring at his t-shirt, the words just tumbled out of me: "Have you seen Mike Hawk?" Freddie didn't skip a beat. Like a seasoned comedian to my straight man he answered, "No... Why don't you show it to me?" I looked at his eyes. He seemed deadly serious. Then his face softened. "Please," he whispered. "Shit, I could get into big trouble," I said, despite having already decided I would show the kid my cock. "I know you're gay." Freddie said just above a whisper. "Matt said you and your friend slept in his mom's bed when she went to Arizona." Damn! I thought to myself. I had told Matt that Jonah didn't have a place to stay for couple days so he'd be staying with us, and that he and I would sleep in Moms room while she was in Phoenix. Jonah was an 18 year old with a big shaved cock that I'd met on Grindr. Obviously Matt had seen through the ruse. "Why do you wanna see my cock so bad?" I knew why, but I wanted him to say it. The knowledge that I was going to expose myself to this hot boy caused the blood to start flowing to my dick. "I just... I'm just curious," Freddie answered. I undid the buttons at my fly, unzipped and pulled down the front of my boxer briefs in one quick motion, as if doing it slower might have given me time to rethink the foolishness of showing a 12 year old boy my 23 year old dick. I was fully hard. Freddie's eyes were glued to my 6 1/2 inch (17cm) cut cock. After ten seconds of silence I felt compelled to say something. "Touch it." Freddie reached out and took hold of my shaft with both hands, gently caressing its length. His thin fingers traced the length of my cock and delicately rubbed the head. Then he did the unexpected - he knelt in front of me and took it into his mouth. I made a sharp intake of breath and he pulled off, looking up at me as if he'd done something wrong. "Sorry. That just surprised me," I whispered. "Keep going," Freddie went back to work on my cock. I looked down at him and realized he fit the description for the term "cock-sucking lips." The boy's mouth engulfed my rod and took me in about half way down its length, then retreated, revealing the saliva-wet shaft, then back in, then out. Freddie's pillowy lips complemented his small nose and freckles. I couldn't see his eyes because the dark hair falling over his forehead was in the way, I leaned to the side slightly and saw that his eyes were wide open, He looked up at me sideways and his mouth cracked a grin, still full of my cock. "Have you done this before?" I asked in a hushed voice. He pulled off. "Nuh-uh. But I've seen a lotta porn." "You're good," I said. His eyes beamed and he resumed the blowjob, trying to make me feel good. It was all just too much. This young preteen was doing his damnedest to give me pleasure, and he was succeeding. I shivered, both from that realization and the feelings his warm, wet mouth was giving me. Despite having hooked up with a few guys in college and a couple guys in the last three months, I'd never been able to cum from just a blowjob. But seeing this gorgeous kid earnestly giving it everything was about to change that. "I'm about to cum," I whispered, giving Freddie the option of pulling off. "Mm-hm" he said, keeping his mouth on my cock. With a sharp intake of breath, I unloaded. Freddie kept himself clamped onto me as I spasmed six or seven times. A rivulet of pearly liquid trickled from the corner of his mouth. Freddie took his mouth off my cock and gripped it in his right hand, He looked at it like a butterfly collector examines a new specimen. It was wet with saliva and cum. He stuck out his tongue and licked it delicately, then ravenously. He licked my balls. I'd just nutted, but I knew the kid still had to be horny. And despite having just blasted a huge load, I felt that feeling in the back of my balls. I was still a little horny and excited. I needed this kid's cock in my mouth. "I'm gonna blow you now," I whispered. "But what if Matt wakes up?" Freddie had just spent the last six or seven minutes with my cock in his mouth and now he was worried about getting caught, I stepped over to the bedroom door and pressed the privacy lock. The click was louder than I had expected. I looked at Freddie and he was already untying the laces of his cutoff sweat pants. I grabbed them at both hips and pulled downward until they puddled at his feet, revealing a tented pair of gray Hanes boxer briefs. I used both index fingers to pull at the front of his waistband, and there it was, popping out and up as if it was as excited to see me as I was to see it. It wasn't particularly long, but it was straight and thick and pointed up toward his chin. A few dark curls crowned his groin just above the root of his cock and his balls were round and full. I reached out and caressed those first, feeling his nuts dancing around in the smooth, hairless scrotum. His cock jerked as I felt him up. I directed Freddie to sit on the edge of my bed. I spread his legs and plunged into my task. Freddie leaned back on his elbows, his bright blue eyes fixed on what I was doing. At about 4 inches (10cm) Freddie's cock was easy to take down to the root. His cock head, warm and wide, slid past my tongue and down my throat, in and out and in and out. I tasted a little salty discharge. I pulled off and looked at Freddie, who looked back at me with a wide grin. Gripping his cock, I directed it back to my mouth. I engulfed it and Freddie began bucking his hips. I knew he was close. I pushed the bottom of his red t-shirt up his stomach and watched his abdomen heave. I rubbed the hot, dry skin of his torso and felt his breathing get heavy. With one final push he expelled his seed down my throat. Spasms of pleasure cascaded down the length of his cock as it shot small jets of watery boygasm. I kept my mouth on Freddie's cock as it deflated. I wanted to savor and remember the smell and feel of what I had just experienced. Finally he pulled out and laid back on the bed. I stood and looked at the boy, his bottomless lower half crowned by the glistening appendage I'd just devoured. My own cock, still sticking out of the front of my pants, was hard again. I'd never thought a kid this age could be so sexy, but I had to be honest, he was the hottest guy I'd ever been with. Freddie looked up at me from the bed, then focused on my hard cock. "Can I take a picture?" he asked. That caught me off guard. "Yeah, but don't get my face." The truth is I wanted the boy to have a souvenir of me. I hoped he'd go home and jerk off to the picture of my cock. And I needed to figure out a way to get this kid back into my bed. But real world worries intruded. I told Freddie he better get back in the living room before Matt or Mom noticed he wasn't there. I didn't sleep for hours replaying what had happened and knowing he was there, just on the other side of the thin hollow-core door. *** I woke the next morning after a couple hours sleep. I lied in bed and went over last night's encounter in my head. It seemed like a dream, but I knew it had happened. I was nervous about going out into the living room and facing Freddie - maybe he'd had second thoughts about our activity, or maybe he even thought I'd taken advantage of him. I felt a dull but gnawing angst in my chest. I heard my mom leave for work, then I heard the boys talking. Eventually I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. Curiosity got the best of me and I quietly left the bedroom to check out the living room. Freddie was lying on his sleeping bag watching TV and eating a hot pocket, which meant Matt was in the shower. Freddie must have sensed my presence. He turned and looked over his shoulder at me. The fall of dark hair covered one of his ice blue eyes. "Hey Jack," he said. He smiled and I immediately felt my body drain of tension. "Hey Freddie. How you doin' this morning?" I asked. "Good..." He looked at me like he was going to say something. I knew what he wanted. "Matt takes long showers. We have a little time." I said. Freddie came to my room and we swapped blowjobs. Afterwards, as we lied on my bed and looked at the ceiling Freddie confessed something to me. "When Matt told me he thought you were gay, I decided I wanted to meet you. I don't know any gay people. I got him to invite me for a sleepover just so I could maybe get to know you. Is that weird?" I felt like my heart was swelling. "No, I think that's... adorable." After a few seconds of silence, we heard the shower turn off. Freddie got up to leave my room. Just before he was out the door he turned to me. "What's your Snapchat?" he asked. "I mean, if you wanna hang out some more." We exchanged Snapchats. And that's it. I was officially a perv. But the best kind of perv: a perv with a gorgeous 12 year old boyfriend. 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