Micah and Me Copyright© 2014 by Simon Campbell The following is a work of fiction. It contains graphic depictions of consensual sex between an adult male and a teenage boy. It exists for entertainment purposes only. As much as I would like the events in this story to be true, they are not. Thanks to my intrepid beta readers (M & T) for their mad editing skills and invaluable suggestions. Please show Nifty some love with a generous donation. Feedback is always welcome. Drop me a note with your thoughts, constructive criticism, or ideas to micah.parker@live.com. The more you write, the more I'll write. ;) I'm also on AIM/MSN (micah.parker@live.com), Google Talk (simonwritesgood@gmail.com), and Yahoo! Messenger (ridethaskater). Author's Note: My humble apologies! My two week break turned into three weeks, thanks to a nasty bout of writer's block. I will try to have Chapter Seven up as soon as possible. Just like Nifty can't survive without your donations, Nifty Authors can't survive without your feedback. If you're enjoying my little tale, please drop me a note and let me know (even if you've written before). You wouldn't believe how encouraging it is to hear from my readers. It won't cost you a penny, and it just might make my day. I'll keep writing if you do. ;) Chapter Six My muse was a volatile, high-maintenance, pain-in-the-ass bitch. What contest in hell did I win to deserve her? There, I said it. What else could you say about a chick who disappeared on you for weeks or months at a time,  without so much as a 'fuck you very much,' leaving you in a lurch when deadlines loom but a few centimeters above your head? Not a whole damn lot. Granted, she always came thundering back on her white horse at the ninety-ninth hour to save my sorry ass, but she returned with all the subtlety of Glenn Close's character in Fatal Attraction. Before I would realize what was happening, there'd be a bunny boiling on my stove and my Muse would be standing in front of me, knife in hand, screeching, 'I will not be ignored, Simon,' at the top of her lungs. She'd then proceed to ride me like a used up crack ho, forcing me to write to the point of exhaustion. My first three novels were written this way. Now that I was trying to write a fourth, and my Muse was nowhere to be found, it was time to kick her to the curb. I needed something more than a part-time, chronic PMS-suffering old hag as my inspiration. Luckily, for me, there was a new sheriff in town. He was young, super-hot, looked great in a pair of skinny jeans, gave head like a porn star, inspired me like no one ever had before, and was currently trapped in my care for at least the next two weeks. What more could I ask for? Who knew that I had my very own muse living right next door all this time? If I'd known all I had to do for inspiration was to screw around with an underage dude, I'd have started kidnapping and imprisoning them in my basement a long time ago. No, I'm kidding. I could never do that. I don't even have a basement. Anyway, when I say that Micah inspired me, I wasn't kidding. I'd been writing stories on and off since elementary school, but I'd never written as I wrote that night. The only way to describe it is to say that something took control and wrote through me. I'm sure that sounds odd to anyone who's never experienced it. It sounds odd to me now. The funny thing was, I was consciously aware of sitting at my desk, typing away at the laptop, but I didn't seem to have any control over what was being typed. There was no recollection of ever having had the idea that was being developed as I clacked away at the keyboard. I was left with page after page of material from some unknown origin. The writing was of such good quality that I wasn't even sure I'd actually written it. Nothing that good could have possibly come from my brain. I didn't write that well! While I drew the line at calling it an out-and-out possession, that's a fairly accurate assessment of the situation. I've since come to refer to it as 'dancing with my muse.' That sounded a lot less frightening and didn't necessitate calling in a priest to perform an exorcism. I was dancing pretty hard that night, having no idea how much time had passed since Micah had started his homework and I'd sat down at my desk. When a knock came at the study door, I was startled out of my trance. "Come in," I instructed, still typing. The door opened and my muse walked in, looking as gorgeous as ever. "We've seen each other naked, Micah. I think we're beyond knocking." He shot back, quick as a whip, "How do I know what goes on in here? The other boys have to be stashed somewhere, perv. I'm surprised there's not a beat-up van in the garage with 'free candy' spray-painted on the side." Geez, what a smart ass! Yet another reason to love him. I snorted. "Jack off one teenage boy and suddenly I'm Jeffrey Dahmer." "Jeffrey who?" he asked, walking around the desk. "Never mind," I said, pushing my chair out and turning to face him. "Did you finish your homework?" "Uh-huh." He plopped himself down on my lap and wrapped an arm around me. "Now I'm horny." And so would I be soon, with him sitting on my lap. "You're fourteen. I'd be concerned if you weren't horny." I placed my hand on his crotch. Making sure to avoid his obvious bulge, I pawed around clumsily. "That's funny. I don't feel anything in there. What are you? A girl?" He laughed. "Ass." I continued moving my hand around. "Oh my gosh! Somebody call 911. Micah's lost his dick!" He squirmed to try to get up from the chair, but I wrapped my free arm around him to keep him from escaping. "What a shame. It was such a nice dick. I'll miss it horribly." "Lemme go!" he shrieked, trying not to laugh. "I guess I'll just have to find another boy to play with. What's Parker's number?" "You're asking for it, Si—" "Wait! What's this?" My hand found his bulge and gave it a firm squeeze. "There it is!" "Mmm," he cooed. "Funny," I said. "I don't remember it being this small." He laughed again. "Small, huh? You're really asking for it now." "Actually, you're the one asking for it. You came to me, remember?" He thrust his hips upwards into my hand. "I'm beginning to regret that." "Nonsense," I said. "You know you want me." As I continued to massage his cock through his jeans, I thought about how much I enjoyed just being with him. Even without the sex, the two of us had something together. Call it chemistry, or something far less cliché, he and I were compatible. Whether it was because he was mature for his age, or I was immature for mine, I'd never felt a connection like this with anyone else. Maybe we were lovers in a former life and we were just now finding each other in this one. Why all this was coming to mind while I was fondling him, I didn't know. My mind worked in strange ways. Micah moaned. "If you keep that up, I'm gonna shoot in my pants." I laughed. "Well, we can't have that, can we? Tell you what, you go upstairs and get ready for bed. I'll be up in a bit, okay?" "Aww, man," he whined, getting up from the chair and adjusting himself. "I wanna play now." I gave him a little pat on his butt. "I know, buddy, but I need to work a little longer." "Okay," he relented as he walked toward the door, "but not too long." "I promise." Before he'd shut the door behind him, I'd resumed typing. I suppose most people would call me crazy for refusing his offer of sex, but I really did need to work. I hadn't written in so long that I would be crazy to stop right in the middle of a manic writing spree. My desperate need to produce novel number four, thus ensuring my financial security (which it most likely would), trumped my need for a piece of tail. Not that it was easy turning him down, mind you. It wasn't. However, at some point during all this I had to act like an actual adult. Being an adult sucks! Ain't that the truth? While I'd only intended to work for a few more minutes, the muse had other ideas. When I finally looked at the clock, I was surprised to see two whole hours had gone by. My agent would be pleased with my progress, but I didn't know what Micah would think. My hope was that he'd simply fallen asleep and I wouldn't have to face his wrath. Making sure to save my work, I shut down the laptop and completed my nightly 'lights out/doors locked' ritual and then made my way upstairs. The doors to both the guest room and the master bedroom were open, lights off in the former, on in the latter. I knew I hadn't left my light on, so that meant Micah had made himself comfortable in my bed. A quick check of the guest quarters confirmed that. As I entered my room, the first thing I noticed were Micah's clothes strewn about the floor. He'd obviously been in a hurry as they pretty much traced his steps from the door to the bed, where he lay fast asleep. A quick inventory of the discarded garments revealed he'd shed everything. My little adorable god was completely naked under the covers. He looked much younger than his fourteen years as he lay there sleeping. So much younger, in fact, that I suddenly began wrestling with a whole new round of guilt. Considering what had already gone down between us, it seems silly in retrospect that I didn't feel right with sleeping naked next to each other. Not very logical, was it? No, it wasn't, but I was making this shit up as I went along. A part of me would never accept any of this as right, so maybe I felt like I had to draw the line somewhere. That's one screwed up moral compass you've got there. Shut up. I'm tired. You're okay with him giving you head, but not with this? I'm not okay with any of it, actually. Grow a pair, would you? It occurred to me in that moment that somewhere there had to be an empty bed in a psych ward with my name on it. If there wasn't, then there probably should've been. Then again, maybe all I needed was a good night's sleep. That did sound appealing. My exhaustion was finally catching up with me. I looked down at Micah's peaceful, sleeping face and made my decision. I walked to the door and turned off the light. Just as I was about to walk out into the hallway, I heard a voice. "Where ya goin'?" Shit! "Hey, buddy," I said, closing the door. The room was now almost completely dark, save the faint light of the moon coming through the picture window. I really needed to close those blinds. I walked over and sat down on the foot of the bed. "I didn't mean to wake you." He rubbed his eyes. "I was gonna surprise you, but I fell asleep." "That would've been a nice surprise." I reached out and placed my hand on his calf, which was buried beneath the covers. "I’m sorry, but I worked a lot longer than I had intended. We're both pretty tired, little man. Don't get up. I'm gonna sleep in your bed." He raised up, the covers falling from his torso, exposing his ghostly white form. The boy was so pale he practically glowed in the dark. "Please don't go," he said, pleadingly. I couldn't see very well, but I was sure I was getting the puppy dog eyes. The tone of his voice bore that out. "Micah, I—" "Please?" I was really too tired to fight him, and I guess it wasn't all that big a deal, though I did feel insistent about one small detail. I looked down to the floor and scanned his clothing. After identifying his Adventure Time undies, I picked them up and tossed them to him. "Here," I said, "put those on." He caught them and looked at me incredulously. "But, Simon—" "'But, Simon' nothing," I answered, walking to the opposite side of the bed. "If we're going to sleep together, you need to cover up your naughty bits. I realize it seems crazy, but please just humor me." Micah shook his head. "You are so weird." I nodded. "Tell me something I don't know." As I turned around to get undressed, I heard him mumble something that sounded like 'crazy-ass weirdo,' but I chose to ignore it. Hell, I knew I was crazy. This whole damn situation was crazy. I had no clue what I was doing. The last time I was in bed with a fourteen year old was when I myself was fourteen. The other teen had been my best friend, Tate. We'd messed around a bit, but it had mainly been boyhood curiosity, at least on his part. He and I had never been a 'thing.' Now, here I was twenty-eight years later, about to share my bed with another fourteen year old, though this went far beyond innocent experimentation between two nervous adolescents. There was absolutely nothing innocuous about this. I heard the rustling of fabric and the squeaking of the bed frame, the sound of which indicated that Micah was complying with my wishes. "There," he said, "you don't have to worry about my naughty bits now." The words 'naughty bits' were spoken with disgust, as if they were the most offensive words ever uttered. "Thank you," I replied, taking off my shirt and tossing it to the floor. "I know it seems silly—" "It's stupid," he interrupted, "but I think I understand." My jeans dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them, leaving me in just my underwear and socks. "You do?" I sat down on the side of the bed to remove the socks. "It's pretty easy to figure out," he began. "You're a big girl." I laughed. "Met a lot of chicks with dicks, have you? What kind of school do you go to anyway?" "Not school," he replied, "in the freak show at the carnival." I pulled back the covers and lay down on the mattress. "Oh, I'd almost forgotten about your tragic upbringing by the circus folk." Before I could even get comfortable, Micah had snuggled up tightly to me, rested his head on my shoulder, and placed his hand on my chest. I responded by wrapping my arm around him. I could feel his semi-flaccid boyhood poking into my side as he draped one of his legs over mine. He began running his fingers through the hair on my torso. It felt nice. Really nice. "You know," I said, "I don't think Kaz will ever speak to me again, now that he thinks I'm a deadbeat dad." "Kaz," Micah spat. "You don't need him anymore." I had detected the jealousy back at the restaurant. It was cute, but I would never say that aloud. "I don't?" I felt his head shake against my shoulder. "Nope," he replied. Then, after a beat, he said, "You have me now." He snuggled a bit closer and I felt his dick harden against me. "I do, don't I?" He nodded. "Yep." "I'm glad," I replied, turning to kiss the side of his head. Nope, no danger of falling in love here. Can you not be quiet for five minutes and let me enjoy this? You won't let yourself enjoy it! Shush! We laid there several minutes in glorious silence. Despite all the angst it had caused me, this was exactly what I needed right then. Fate had seen fit to bring Micah into my life, into bringing about this particular reality, so the very least I could do was just find a way to be okay with it. I would be, I knew, eventually, as soon as we figured out what 'it' was. When I had just about fallen asleep, I felt Micah gently thrust his hips against me, pressing his hardness into my side. It felt really good, actually, and I felt my own dick begin to harden. It was obvious he wasn't going to just let me be and rest. "Geez, Micah," I said with a sigh. "Do you have to keep doing that?" "I'm still horny," he whined. "Of course you are." "You owe me a blowjob." "I didn't realize we were keeping score." I knew I owed him, actually, and while I very much savored the idea of sucking him off, I wasn't particularly keen on doing it right then. Though my muse had helped me find my second wind earlier, I was all tapped out. I just wanted to sleep. "Not keeping score," he said, humping me more aggressively. "I’m just reminding you." I sighed. "This blowjob can't wait until tomorrow?" "Si – mon," he grumbled, "I want you to get me off." When I didn't answer right away, he added, "If you'd come up when you said you were going to, we'd be done already and you'd be asleep right now." He was right, of course. I had promised him I wouldn’t be too long, so I guess it was only fair. That didn't mean I couldn't tease him a bit first. "Actually, Micah, we're even." "Noooooo," he moaned. "Yes," I said. "Think about it. You got us both off this morning. I got you off after school, and you got me off after dinner. Orgasm for orgasm, we're square." "Now who's keeping score?" he groused. "Besides, I got myself off this morning, so it doesn't count. You still owe me." "Technicality." "Si – mon. Please." The 'please' was drawn out and said with such desperation and longing that it tore out my heart. "Okay, okay," I relented. "I'm sorry. I'll get you off." "Yippee!" he screamed, tearing himself away from me and jumping up to his knees. I raised up and shook my head. "I mean, if I have to." "Yeah, right, perv," he shot back. "You know you want to suck it." "I wasn't given much choice." "Boo-hoo," he cried, yanking down his boxer-briefs. His four-and-a-half inches popped out and saluted. "Now suck it." "Yes, Master," I replied sarcastically. "Geez, I've created a monster." I rolled off the mattress and knelt beside the bed, resting my rear on my heels. I patted a spot on the mattress directly in front of me. "Come here, punk. Plant your ass here and spread 'em." He quickly complied, plopping his adorable butt down and opening his legs. Directly in front me, not twelve inches from my face, was his beautiful cut boy cock. It was as hard as steel and begging for some attention. I couldn't wait to take it into my mouth. "Damn," I said, staring at his boyhood. I glanced up at him. "You're walking, talking sex, that's what you are." He giggled. Moving in a little closer, I lifted his left leg and rested the back of his knee over my right shoulder. He caught on and did the same thing with his right leg over my other shoulder. Raising myself up to my knees, I lifted him with me, suspending his ass in midair. "Ooo!" he cried in surprise. I leaned my head over and sucked his entire length into my mouth. "Fuuuccckkk," Micah moaned. Closing my lips around his shaft, I slowly began moving my head up and down, allowing my tongue to dance skillfully across the sensitive skin. The boy tasted divine, like forbidden fruit. My left hand moved up and gently kneaded his ball sack, careful to give each orb equal attention and encouragement to release their delicious nectar. I felt a hand on the back of my head. Micah was lightly pressing down while his hips thrust upwards, trying to move deeper inside my mouth. A quick glance revealed his other hand gripping the mattress beneath him and his head tilted back. His small, pale frame, illuminated by the moonlight, looked even more beautiful as it glowed with an angelic sheen. "Oh, god, Simon," he cooed. His legs interlocked behind me and he used that as leverage to begin desperately fucking my face. Thrusting his hips faster and faster, pistoning his cock in and out of my mouth, I tried to match his speed and keep in rhythm with him. This boy was something else when it came to sex, a damn wildcat in the sack. I could only imagine what it might be like to fuck him. It was a safe bet that I'd come out of it looking like I'd been attacked by an actual wildcat. Micah moaned loudly and increased the speed of his thrusts. I could sense that he was close. "Fuck!" he screamed. "Oh, Simon!" I pulled off just a bit until only his head remained in my mouth. Increasing my suction, I began using my tongue to tease him, darting it back and forth across his sensitive dome. "Simon!" he screamed. "I'm gonna—I'm gonna—unnnggghhh!" He thrust upward one last time and exploded, unloading several healthy loads of boy come into my mouth. "Mmm," I said as I took it all in, amazed that I didn't lose any of it. My hand wrapped around his shaft and began milking him, while my tongue continued to tease his head. I could feel him squirming beneath me in torturous ecstasy. "Oh, god," he said. "Fuck!" My tongue continued its dance, determined to continue pleasuring him until he begged me to stop. Satisfied that I'd squeezed every last drop of come from his dick, I opened my mouth and backed away from him. I moved my hand to the head of his cock and continued teasing it with my thumb. His squirming became more and more desperate. "Shit, Simon," he said, gasping for breath. "Stop. Please stop. I can't—I can't—stand it." I pulled my hand away and eased myself back on my heels, lowering him to the bed in the process. He unlocked his legs and I helped him remove them from over my shoulders. I stood up and gazed down upon his naked body. God, he was beautiful. I didn't deserve him. "You're sexy," I said. "You know that?" He was quiet for a moment, still suffering the aftereffects of his sex coma. Finally, he looked up at me and grinned. "What?" I laughed. "That good, huh?" "Uh-huh," was all he could manage in return. How could I not fall in love with this boy? "I don't remember ever rendering someone virtually speechless before." He just smiled his goofy smile and laid there cattywumpus on the bed, apparently unable to move. I stepped into the bathroom to gargle the taste of jizz from my mouth. When I returned, he was still lying there motionless with his satisfied grin. "Earth to Micah," I said. "Come in, Micah." I walked over to the side of the bed where I'd just been kneeling. The bottom half of his legs dangled over the mattress. I nudged one of his feet with mine. He didn't respond. He was playing possum. "You have until the count of three to move out of my way, or else." He didn't move. "One." No movement. "Two. Nothing. "Three!" On three, I lunged at him, my arms outstretched. My fingers connected with his sides just above his waist and I began to tickle him. "Ahh!" he shrieked, trying to get away. "Stop it!" "You gonna move, punk?" I asked as I continued my assault. He was laughing hysterically and still trying to squirm out from under my grip. "Lemme go, ya pervy manwhore!" I double-downed and tickled him harder. "You gonna move?" "I'll move! I'll move!" he screamed. "Say 'Simon is awesome'." "Nooooo! Lemme go!" "Say it!" "Simon is—hahaha—Simon is—hahaha—an—asshole!" "That's it," I said. "You're goin' down, Mister." I picked him up and draped him over my shoulder, giving his bare bottom a light smack in the process. "Si – mon! Put me down!" I walked over to the other side of the bed and gently tossed him to the mattress. "You! Stay!" I said. "Arf! Arf!" he said sarcastically, trying not to laugh. I couldn't help but crack up at that. "Bad dog!" I replied with a smile. He whimpered. I pointed to his discarded undies in the middle of the mattress. "Put your shorts back on, Fido." As I walked to the other side of the bed, Micah quickly put his briefs back on and climbed back under the covers. When I laid back down, he once again moved over, snuggled up against me, and rested his head on my shoulder. I felt his hand slide down my stomach and rest on my raging, cloth-covered hard on. "You got a boner," he said with a giggle. "No thanks to you." "What got you all horny?" he asked. "Was it sucking me off, tickling me, spanking my ass, or me barking like a dog?" I thought for a moment. "Yes, no, no comment, and go to sleep, ya sick freak." He laughed, his hand moving back up my torso and resting on my chest. "This is nice," he finally said after a few minutes. I leaned over and kissed his head again. "Yeah, very nice." It was. Just laying there – Micah and me. It was the best thing ever. I'd never felt so close to anyone before. As much as I enjoyed the sex, just being with him was what it was all about. Nothing else mattered. "Simon?" "Yeah, buddy?" "I wish it could be like this all the time." "Like what?" I inquired, wondering if we were on the same page. "Like this," he responded. "Just you and me together." Damn, it's like he was reading my mind! That was the moment, I believe, when I realized I was in love with him. Yeah, I was in love with Micah. For better or for worse. Hopefully, not for worse. "Me, too, Micah," I replied. "Me, too." I gave him another squeeze and pulled him closer. "Simon?" "Yeah?" He hesitated for a moment before speaking, as if he were trying to find the right words, or maybe knowing those words, but trying to decide if he should speak them aloud. "I think I love you," he finally said. I swear my heart skipped a beat, as silly as that might be to say. I felt a lump form in my throat. Fighting back tears, I replied, "I think I love you, too." This is not the end. There's more Micah and Me coming your way! Don't give up on me! :) Remember, your comments are appreciated. The more notes I receive, the more I'm inclined to keep writing. Drop me a line at micah.parker@live.com to let me know what you think. Many thanks to those who've written so far.