Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2016 08:33:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: alex casurin <willipete12345@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Madcap Michael, Part 2 story submission

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Madcap Michael – 2

I sat there at the bus stop, thinking about what just happened. Fortunately
my bus arrived before I got too contemplative. I went to the pool. Every
man, dog, and his canary must've had the same thought, as there was no room
to swing a cat in the water. After staying about two hours, and having gone
pruney, I went home.

After a decent tea of toasted sandwiches (corned silverside, onions,
mustard and cheese – sometimes mothers are truly wonderful), I did my
homework. School wasn't going to stop just because I wanted it to. But
while doing said homework, my mind kept drifting to the bus stop. And the
note. It became a pattern; do some homework, think about the bus stop, do
some homework, think about the note. Eventually, my homework was finished
and I went to bed, still thinking.

Thursday was an unremarkable day, but I was taken to task for
'daydreaming'. I wasn't daydreaming, I was thinking about what the note
could possibly mean.

Friday passed very quickly, with no 'daydreaming'. But when I got home and
went to my room, I spotted the note on my desk.'I must be mad', I muttered
to myself. I grabbed some clean clothes and headed for the shower. My
enlightenment came down from the showerhead. I wasn't going to get any
answers just wondering. I'd have to actually go and find out.

Fortunately for me, the strip of shops is less than a hundred metres from
my front door. I'd been there hundreds of times before, but today I was
nervous. Finding the computer shop was never going to be a problem, I'd
gone there for ink cartridges before. But it still seemed an enormous
effort to walk through the door.

A guy in his late twenties, with a blonde ponytail, was standing at the
counter "Good afternoon. Can I help you"

"Uh, hi, I'm looking for Ron" was what came out of my mouth. 'Utterly
brilliant' I thought to myself.

"Ah, well, Ron's in the office out back. You'll have to go on through" he
told me, gesturing at the 'STAFF ONLY' door at the back of the shop.

"OK, thank-you" I said quietly. I walked to the door and pushed it open. It
was a largish room filled with shelves, desks and benches. Since the door
was behind the repair desk, this must be where the computers are repaired.

A chubby Asian man, probably in his twenties, looked away from his computer
screen and told me "The sign says 'Staff Only', kid"

"I'm looking for Ron. Are you Ron?"

"I'm David. Ron's in the office" David said, pointing at a closed door
further back in the shop.

"Thanks" I told him, walking towards the office. The door was closed, so I
decided to be smart and knock. there was a muffled 'Enter', so I went in.

Ron turned out to be a large man sitting behind a desk looking at his
laptop. Not fat, but broad and tall. He looked to be in his late forties,
and had closely cropped dark hair (better than a comb-over, I thought). He
had glasses perched on the end of his large nose, and he peered at me over
the frames. He stared at me for a moment and said "I don't know you, do I?"

"No, you don't"

"Know anything about tax"

"Aside from 'Fuck the Government', no. I've never paid taxes"

"Never mind. What can I help you with?"

"Uh, well, I'm Michael, Mike. I have a note for you from Steve"

He smiled "A note from Steve? How very interesting. When did you get it?"

"Wednesday. I came here to find out what it meant. To seek enlightenment,
so to speak"

"I can probably help with that. Can I see the note?"

Oh, sure" I replied, fishing the note from my pocket and giving it to
him. He took it from my hand and looked at it. Then he looked at me, then
back at the note

"How'd you meet Steve, Mike?"

"On Wednesday, at the bus stop down the street. I was going to the pool, he
was doing an extra shift. We were waiting for our buses, and he suggested I
wank him to pass the time"

"I'm guessing you did"

"Well, yes, I did. Never done that before, though"

"I'm not judging. Keep going"

"Then he gave me five bucks, bit insulted, and wrote that note and said if
I wanted more fun I should talk to you"

Ron laughed. He hit a few keys on his laptop, then stood up. He grabbed the
note and said "I think we should finish this conversation upstairs"

Then he shepherded me out of his office and towards the back of the
building. There were indeed stairs, which led to a nice flat above the shop
"Welcome to my home, Mike. Let's get comfortable and chat"

"Chat about what?"

"The note, Steve, about why you're here" he gestured towards an armchair.

I sat down. It was a very comfortable chair. Ron sat on the sofa next to
it. He looked at me and said "You don't strike me as being stupid,
Mike. Why don't you tell me what you think the note means"

I sighed "I think it means that you're the sort of guy that my mother would
warn me about. The kind of guy that would want to have sex with boys like
me. So's Steve"

"Completely correct, Mike. But here's the question. If you knew that, why
are you here?"

"I wasn't sure"

Ron raised an eyebrow

"And I was curious"

"Curiosity in the young is a good thing. What were you curious about?"

"About what it'd be like"

"Depends on what 'it' is, doesn't it? But you may have come to the right
place to find out"

I must have looked worried, because he laughed "Relax, Mike, nothing's
going to happen today. Today, we're just talking. Are you hungry?"

His abrupt change of topic took me by surprise, but I managed a "Y-es-s"

"Good. Be a good lad and go to the fish and chips and get a number three
for me, and whatever you want. Then bring it back and we can keep talking"

"Sure, um, money?"

"Tell them to put it on 'Ron's tab'"

I nodded, then headed downstairs. I passed David, who was standing over a
computer case with a tube of thermal paste, and the guy at the front
desk. He looked at me and asked "Didn't find what you were looking for?"

"Nah, getting fish and chips and having a chat"

He smiled "That's how it starts"

I cocked my head at him as I reached the door, but he just grinned.

The fish and chip shop was next door. A 'number three' turned out to be a
burger with the lot, a potato cake and a dim sim with a can of soft
drink. The staff pointed out Ron's preferred drink, and I helped myself to
a double sars. Once the food was done, I grabbed the bags and headed back
to the flat.

"Mike, I can help you with your curiosity, but I first need to know what
you're curious about"

I nodded, but I was looking at the burger

"Mike, you'll need to use words. You're not a little kid"

"you're not going to tell anyone, are you?"

"Mike, if anyone finds out about this, I could be looking at least ten
years in prison. It's in my best interests to one, keep it a secret, and
two , not give you any reason to hate me"

"Why?"

"If you're angry at me, you're far more likely to tell someone. Then I've
got problems. So I can't really force you to do anything. I can't really
blackmail you into doing anything"

"Oh, good I was worried about that"

"About being forced and blackmailed? Relax I can't afford the risk. It's
better for me if you're doing something because you want to do it, or you
like it"

"you know what you've done. Steve knows about the bus stop. He suspects
that you and I might have some fun. But he does not know for sure. Steve
and I are friends. I remember having this same conversation with Steve when
he was your age. Maybe your curiosity might include 'you and Steve', that's
your decision. The guys downstairs might suspect, but they don't know. If
you wanted to have fun with them, that's your choice. They'll probably say
yes"

"You can't trust someone you blackmailed. Blackmail breeds resentment, and
the longer it goes on the more likely they'll turn on you, and the worse
it'll be. But if you can find something that motivates someone, and make
them an offer based on that, your job is half done, because they'll do the
rest talking themselves into it"

"In order to cover your visits, I guess you'll learn about computers. Are
you any good with them?"

"I would hardly call myself a superuser" I told him, grinning.

He smiled "Fancy that, sexy and smart. a twelve year old boy who makes a
Linux joke"

I looked at him "So far, this has been all about me. What do you want?"

Ron smiled "It's nice that you'd ask. But you might not be so cooperative
about what I want. If giving you what you want gets me halfway to what I
want, I'll be both happy and safe"

"No seriously, what do you want?"

"If I had my way, you'd be my sexy new boyslave. I'd tie you to the bed
frame, you wouldn't leave for the rest of the weekend, and I'd invite all
my friends over to play with you"

"Uhhh..."

"That's a good way to get arrested, though. If we go at your pace, we might
get to do those things eventually. That way we both get what we want"

"Okay" I told him, finishing the burger

"So, what are you interested in?"

I looked at the floor, not wiling to look at him

"You played with Steve's cock. Do you want to play with other cocks? More
than one? More than one at a time? Yes? No?"

My cheeks were burning, but I nodded.

"Good, now we're getting somewhere. I can't read your mind, though. Do you
want someone, like myself, Steve or other guys, to play with your cock?"

I looked up at him and grinned, nodding.

"Good" he said, reaching over to pat my knee. "Now how do you feel about
blowjobs?"

"A bit nervous, actually"

"Nervous about sucking,or being sucked?"

"Is it weird to say 'both'"

"Nope, it's something new for you. Unexplored territory is always a bit
daunting. But are you interested?"

Yes, I am"

"How do you feel about guys playing with your arse?"

"Seems kinda weird, actually"

"How about being told what to do? Or being tied up? Not being in control?"

"It could be fun, but I don't know"

He smiled "Well we've got some things to start with, then, don't we?"

I looked him in the eye and smiled. It was a bit exaggerated, but my
insides were squirming "I guess we do"

"Would you like to come over tomorrow, then? We could have the whole day
for... well, whatever ends up happening. The shop opens at nine"

I laughed a bit nervously "I'm free tomorrow. But I have no idea what will
happen"

Ron smiled "That's what makes it fun for both of us. You'd best be off
before your parents miss you"

I laughed, and walked towards the stairs. Heading downstairs, I noticed
that David was searching the shelves. The guy at the front counter looked
at me "Find what you were looking for?" he asked.

"Maybe, but I need more information. I'll be back tomorrow"

He waggled his eyebrows "In your heroic pursuit of the naked truth. How
does Ron always get the cuties?"


To be continued...?

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