Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 16:24:02 -0800
From: Matthew C <matteo_84cdm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 1 Mikey & The Health Club - Adult Youth

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01 Mikey and the Health Club

By Matt Kendrick

I don't remember how old I was when I started getting horny, I mean really
horny. I did discover masturbation at a really early age, around 7 years
old I think. The tether ball got stuck at the top of the pole so I climbed
up to the top and as I got to the top a marvelous feeling coursed through
my body. It took me a few years to figure out I could rub my little pecker
without climbing a pole, but what can I say, I was a slow learner when it
came to that stuff. I guess that was why I took Mikey's actions as innocent
and coincidence until there were too many of them and the action became
overt.

I never thought it possible to be sexually attracted to a 12 year old
before, because I didn't figure 12 year olds had sexual feelings and were
too young to know what they were doing, but Mikey was different. He seemed
to know exactly what he was doing and what he wanted. I mean I knew he was
cute, I knew he had a killer body for a kid that age, but knowing he was
cute and built was different from thinking about him sexually. I don't
think I ever would have either if it hadn't been for a series of events
that started to add up.

Mikey lived near the racquetball club where I play and he'd ride his bike
over every day during summer and basically spend the whole day between
there and the beach, which was easy to do. The beach was a mile and a half
away and the club wasn't just racquetball, it was a massive three story
club with multiple weight rooms, aerobic machine rooms, gymnastic rooms, a
rock climbing wall, mats for wrestling, judo and martial arts mats,
basketball courts, two swimming pools, one indoor and one outdoor and a
massive locker room with a giant Jacuzzi with jungle vines and waterfalls,
a cold plunge, a dry sauna, a steam room, rooms for massage and `quiet'
rooms with lounge chairs where you can go in and fall asleep for a bit if
you want. On the roof were more weights and a tartan running track that
snaked around the roof and landscaping. There was also a full serve
restaurant, two snack bars and a lounge area all with TVs for sports
events. There is even a lounge area in the locker room where you can chill
on some couches and chairs wearing nothing but a towel and watch
TV. Overall it was a place where you could keep yourself amused all day
long, and Mikey often did. On days he didn't go to the beach you were sure
to find him at the club.

Because I worked independently I had the flexibility to go to the gym
whenever I wanted so I could miss the crowds that went just before work,
after work and during lunch. I'd usually get to the gym around 9am and by
then it was mostly retirees or, during summer, teens and kids. I liked to
play racquetball in the mornings, between 9am and noon when I was still
fresh, but because the club was quieter I didn't have many choices for a
pick-up game, I had to take what was available. This summer that had been
Mikey quite a bit. For a kid his age he was a pretty good player and it was
obvious he was an athlete. I could usually beat him, but there were times I
might let him win a game or two just so he didn't feel bad.

During the lunch hour, when people came in to bang out quick workouts I'd
hang out in the lounge in the club, or more often, the lounge in the men's
locker room because I didn't need to get clothes on, I could sit around in
a towel, read and relax while the facility was slammed and then use the
sauna or Jacuzzi when it was quieter.  One of these days I was lying in a
lounger in the "wet" area of the men's locker room where the steam, sauna
and Jacuzzi are when Mikey came into the area. We had played some
racquetball games earlier and now he was in relaxing mode too. Like me, he
was wearing just a towel.

He went into the dry sauna just behind me. It was a good sized sauna, all
wood, U shaped with two tiers and the entire front wall was glass. There
was no one in the sauna and he and I were in fact the only two people in
the whole wet area. Mikey took off his towel, arranged it on the top tier
and lied down on it. The way he was lying and where he was lying gave me a
perfect view between his legs to his scrotum and up to his head which was
the opposite from me. I didn't think much about it and occasionally glanced
up, but every time I did Mikey seemed to be looking at me. I suppose based
on how he was lying, he had to if he was looking straight ahead, but I felt
it was more than that.

I didn't think anything untoward about how he was lying until he slid down
the bench even closer to me and put his feet up on the glass wall. I now
had much more than a simple view of his legs and groin area, the new
position made his bottom much more prominent. My first clue that this was
something different should have been when my cock involuntarily started
hardening. I tried to look away, but it is like trying to stop looking at
an accident or a girl fight at school, you just can't do it. Mikey braced
his feet on the window and slid his cute butt even closer. Now not only was
his bottom more prominent, but his pucker was exposed, almost
displayed. The overall position was what I would have expected from a guy
ready and waiting for me to fuck him.

Because Mikey was 12 I dismissed that any of this was deliberate, he was
just a kid in the sauna getting warm, but as he got warm, I was getting
hot. There was an obvious bulge in the towel that lay flat across my
crotch, but I wasn't sure if Mikey could see that or not. I was now fully
hard and didn't want anyone to come into the area and get the wrong idea,
so I removed the flat towel from my lap, let my erection spring back to my
prone body and then covered the erection with the towel crumpled so no one
could detect a bulge. I was curious if Mikey had seen the maneuver. When I
looked back at him, he was grinning ear to ear and I could see his little
peter had come to attention too.

Now you would have thought that would have been a clue to me, but I chalked
everything up to something else. Kids that age get erections all the time,
the positioning of his legs didn't mean anything because he was too young
to know what that position meant, my erection... well that was more
difficult to rationalize away, but I did.

Mikey and I played racquetball a few days later and he didn't say anything
or joke about that day, so I figured my earlier assumption was the right
one. All that stuff had either been innocent or it was a meaningless, spur
of the moment event or something other than what it had seemed. We played
three games and I headed off to the wet area. I didn't see Mikey there, so
I figured that was that. I went through my usual sauna-shower,
Jacuzzi-shower, relax in the lounger to stop sweating and then shower for
real routine. When I stepped out of the shower to dry off, there was Mikey,
drying off from his shower. Now bear in mind, this is a big club with about
twenty four showers to choose from and they are in three different
banks. The odds of Mikey and I winding up in the same bank seemed unlikely,
but winding up in exact opposite showers seemed remote odds.

He smiled and said hi, I smiled back and returned his "hi." We carried on
some small talk while we dried. He turned away from me to dry his legs
which of course exposed his cute bottom to me once again. He took an
inordinately long time to dry those two legs and I caught him glancing at
me a couple of time from between his legs. The view didn't invoke the
complete reaction of the other day, but enough to be noticeable to anyone
looking and Mikey was looking. When he turned around he started to dry his
blondish hair which meant there was no towel in front of his crotch so it
was very easy to see his dick, fully erect and pointing to the ceiling. If
my reaction had merely noticeable before, now it was unmistakable. Despite
my desire to keep it under control, I simply had no power over it. When
Mikey stopped drying his hair and saw me. He looked triumphant. I was
starting to wonder if this was some sort of fun game for him. I smiled and
shook my head, wrapped the towel around my waist and started to head to my
locker to change and call it a day.

"See more of you tomorrow?" Mikey called behind me.

"I am sure," I said.

"Maybe we can play some more," was Mikey's reply and I wasn't sure how to
take it.

This kind of banter or game playing went on for a few more weeks, I don't
really remember how long, but I do remember it was a Wednesday morning when
things took the next turn up. I was at the racquetball club around 9AM as
usual looking for a game when I spied Mikey.

"Up for a game or two," I asked him.

"Not really, I've played a lot his week already. I think I am just going to
go Jacuzzi," was his first reply. "Want to come with me?" he said after a
delay.

I had really intended to follow my regular routine, but there was a hint of
suggestion in Mikey's invite. By now I didn't take anything that had
happened over the last few weeks seriously. I figured it was just a
harmless form of recreation for Mikey. For all I knew he was teasing other
men and teens in the club as well.

"Um, sure," was the best response I could muster.

We went to our respective lockers and agreed to meet in the Jacuzzi. He was
already in it when I walked into the wet area. I left my towel on a hook
and climbed in down the steps with Mikey's eyes locked on me the whole
time. I went and sat next to him, but maintained that automatic "arm's
length" distance that guys do. Mikey slid a little closer and chatted
amiably about nothing. I smiled while he prattled on. I then wondered if my
face registered any surprise when he placed his hand on my upper thigh.

"I am so bored with the club, can't we go someplace else?"

Whether or not I showed surprise when he placed his hand on my bare leg,
just inches from my cock, I am pretty sure I looked surprised now.

"Where did you have in mind?"

"I dunno, just any place...  the beach, the trails in the canyon, just not
here."

He hadn't moved his hand; not provocatively closer, but neither had he
removed it. Maybe it was innocent, just an extension of the dance we'd been
doing this summer. But this was still a big deal. I was 30, Mikey was 12
and he was wanting to head off the property with me.

As if reading my mind he said, "look I'll go first. I'll get dressed and
meet you by your car. You can come out five minutes later. No one will know
we are together."

"What if your parents come looking for you?"

"Dude, we are almost two months into summer and they've never come by the
club. They both work and even if I leave the club at 5:30PM, I beat them
home most days. Besides, what's the big deal? We are just buds hanging
out."

He said it innocently enough, but there was a smirk on his face.

I sighed, defeated, and said, "fine."

"I'll go ahead and go now and when I am dressed and ready to leave the
club, I'll come back here and get a drink from the drinking fountain so you
I am on the the way out."

In less than two minutes he was there, getting a drink at the drinking
fountain, fully dressed, or at least as dressed as he needed to be. He had
on flip flops, a t-shirt, baseball cap and black mesh basketball shorts. I
think that was the uniform of the younger set around Serra Island these
days, that or sub board shorts for the basketball shorts.

I took my time drying, but I didn't dress in the clothes I'd planned on
when I arrived, I too went for the beach look. It was easy and I wasn't
sure what we were going to do, but I sure didn't need the more dressy
business attire I'd had planned. Mikey was standing by my BMW so I clicked
the opener from 30 yards away and he was already belted when I got in.

"Sweet ride," he said.

It was a sweet ride.

"I didn't even ask if you knew which car was mine, but obviously you did,"
I offered.

"Yeah, I've seen you leave before. I might have even gone outside on
purpose to see what you were driving."

I looked over at him as I backed out of the space, "so you are my little
stalker I guess?"

He saw my grin, "oh totally! Actually I was just curious. I heard some guys
talking about you and your car so I thought I'd check it out."

That intrigued me, that guys were talking about me, but "oh?" was all I
said.

"Yeah, most adults don't even notice kids. They look right through us or
assume we only care about Barney or something like that so they say all
kinds of shit, as if we don't understand anything."

Did I want to know what they were saying? Did I care? I didn't really care,
but I kind of did, so I asked.

"And what did they have to say?"

"I think they were pretty bitter. They think you never work and just get
lucky and make a gazillion dollars for nothing."

I wasn't surprised, but it stung a little still since so few people
understood what I did. I turned out of the parking lot and headed to
Broadway. Whatever we were going to do, the trails or the beach, Broadway
was the common denominator; it was just a matter of left (the beach) or
right (the canyon trails) when we got there.

"Right or left," I asked as we approached Broadway.

"Left"

So the beach it was. As we got close to Ocean Ave I asked Mikey which part
of the beach he wanted to go to.

"Oh I don't want to go to the beach. It is as boring as the club and
besides, I don't have a bathing suit or towel with me."

"So why did we come this way? What do you want to do?" I was perplexed.

"Because I want to go to your house. I figure you have lots of cool toys."

I was floored. I wasn't even thinking of the implications of going to my
house, I was more interested in how he knew I lived by the beach, so I
asked him.

"Oh c'mon," he sighed, "have you ever heard of this thing called the
Internet? There is a ton of info about you online including the house you
built two years ago and Goggle Maps has great pictures of your backyard."

"Oh my gawd Mikey, you ARE my little cyber stalker," I laughed.

But I did indeed head towards my house. You can enter my garage from either
Ocean Ave or drive through my backyard from the alley way in back. I chose
the alley behind because unlike the front where the driveway was open to
the street, the back driveway was inside the gates of my compound. The back
yard was walled in by 12 foot walls and lining the inside of the walls were
trees that stood 30 feet tall further blocking anyone's view into my back
yard or house. I valued my privacy. The gate opened and closed behind me as
I drove in then the garage door rolled up and then rolled down behind as I
parked.

"Home, sweet home," was all I could think to say and Mikey was grinning
like the proverbial cat that swallowed the bird. I wasn't sure I wasn't the
bird.

Even though the garage is technically detached from the house, I'd added an
enclosed passageway between the house and garage. From the passageway you
entered the house into the kitchen and the kitchen flowed into a large open
great room and the great room opened to a large covered patio, or lanai as
we say on Serra Island. The covered area was about 1,200 square feet with a
variety of couches, chairs, two gas fire pits and an outdoor kitchen with a
grill that vented through the roof. There were sliding doors that pushed
all the way back to open up the great room completely to the lanai so it
seemed like one giant room. I hadn't closed the doors since early June,
there was no need.

Mikey nodded in appreciation, "nice digs, but I figured they would be."

He headed onto the patio and flopped down on one of the couches.

"How do you turn these TV's on?" he wanted to know, indicating the three
TV's hanging from the ceiling of the patio.

I sat down next to him and reached into the table next to the couch and
came out with one TV controller and two wireless game controllers.

"This one turns on the TV's and chooses the channels and inputs."

I switched on all three TV's and tuned the two outside ones to ESPN and Fox
Sports West and for the inside one I chose an auxiliary input that was
video games.

"You can use one of these," I handed him a wireless game controller, "to
select a game and play it, either online like WoW or LoTR or a game built
in to the system."

"Cool, I KNEW you'd have cool toys!"

Mikey selected Halo4 and was soon blasting away killing Prometheans and
Covenants, completely engrossed in the game. This all seemed innocent
enough. I headed to the kitchen to get some drinks and snacks. Killing
aliens brought on a powerful thirst and hunger. Mikey barely noticed that I
left and barely noticed that I'd returned, or so I thought until he paused
the game and grabbed the bottle of Mountain Dew and filled one of the ice
filled glasses.

"Cheers," he said clinking glasses with me and after he had drained it went
back to his lustful killing.

He must have played about 30 minutes when he paused it again and said, "I
think it is time for a swim."

"I thought you didn't bring a bathing suit?"

I got another one of his, `gawd are you stupid, even for an adult'
looks. He stood up, peeled off his shirt, dropped his shorts and took off
running and dove into the pool naked as the day he was born. Well here was
a development I hadn't seen coming. Well not really. I had wondered when he
said he wanted to come here if something was up, but I dismissed it just
like I've dismissed all the other things over the summer because he is just
12.

"Aren't you coming?" he yelled at me.

Well not anytime soon, was the thought that popped into my head
involuntarily, and I was spelling that with a "u". I wasn't sure how Mikey
was spelling it. I got up and went over to a cabinet and pulled out two
towels and left my shirt on the couch where Mikey had thrown his clothes. I
approached the pool slower than Mikey had and with my shorts on.

"You aren't wearing your shorts in are you?" he challenged.

"Yeah, I think it is the best idea," my mind raced with all the possible
implications if I did otherwise.

"Dude, we are naked together every day?" Mikey said with an innocent
sounding perplexment.

"Yeah, but now it is just the two of us."

"And why is that a bad thing?" he said with a tinge of sarcasm.

"I dunno, I just..." I was at a loss for words.

"Just lose the shorts and jump in," he commanded.

So I did.

I wadded up the shorts and threw them up onto the patio and dove in. It had
been a warm summer so far so the water was warmer than it would be in
November. I guessed it was around 84°, warmer than I liked for doing
laps but fine for fooling around. Okay, that may be a poor choice of a
word, fine for lounging in the pool.

Mikey swam over to me and wrapped his legs around me and put his arms
around my neck.

"See, we can't do this in the pool at the club," he had one of those shit
eating grins on his face.

"We shouldn't do It here," I admonished him, trying to look stern.

"Oh c'mon Tim, we've been flirting around all summer."

"I wasn't sure that was what we were doing, I thought..." Again my voice
trailed off and I didn't know how to end the sentence.

"You mean you never went home and jacked off thinking about the flirting
we'd done? Hell, there were times I had to beat my meat in a bathroom stall
just so I could ride my bike home."

"No," I could honestly say. "I wasn't sure that what we were doing was
flirting so I resisted the temptation to think about you that way."

He pulled himself up and whispered in my ear, "resist no more," and grinned
ear to ear.

"How old are you Mike?"

"12, almost 13, I turn 13 in October."

"And you think you understand..." The right word failed me again.

"Sex?" he offered.

I didn't really answer, I just sort of shrugged my shoulders because I was
really trying to avoid that word or thought.

"I know I don't know it all or even close, but I know what I like and what
I don't. I know who I like and don't. I've pretty much seen it all and done
it all on the Internet, that thing you don't seem to understand, and I've
done stuff not on the Internet."

He made the `not on the Internet' sound rather cryptic.

"Oh?" I said, making sound very much like an inquiry.

"Hey, a man has needs," was his somewhat indignant reply.

I smiled at the thought of Mikey the Man. He had been entwined around me
this whole time and now slipped down a little so I interlaced my fingers
and put them behind his back for more support.

"Now that's more like it," he cooed. "A little lower and we'll be in
business."

I smiled at him, "a little lower and I'll be in jail."

Mikey rolled his eyes, in frustration, "gawd you don't get it. This isn't
my first rodeo, I ain't a shrinking violet and you aren't even the oldest
guy I've hit on."

That jolted me a bit. I got a flash of anger that some older guy would take
advantage of innocent Mikey, but who was I to judge, here Mikey was naked
and in my arms.

"Tim," he said in a softer voice, "I really do understand what I am doing
and I really do understand the risk it means to you. Why do you think I
suggested we leave the club separately? But if you aren't comfortable I'll
stop after this."

And with that he uncrossed his legs and hopped to the pool floor. I wasn't
sure what "this" was until he reached forward and grabbed my somewhat, semi
hard cock. Well not `grabbed', that is too aggressive a word, he `took' my
cock in his hand and felt it up and down.

"Now that isn't awful is it? Gawd, I've been wanting to do that all
summer."

With that done he next dove underwater and took my rapidly hardening cock
into his mouth and bobbed up and down on it until he needed more air.

"And that too. I've beat my meat a thousand times this summer if I've
beaten once thinking about that."

He jumped up and wound his legs around me again.

"I am sure when I am 25 I am going to look back at some of the stuff I did
this summer and regret it, but you won't be one of them Tim. I am dead sure
about you."

With the little activity he had performed on me I was now completely hard
with my dick sticking up so that it was touching his little bottom. I was
aflame with lust as the little head took over the thinking functions for
the big one, always a dangerous thing.

Mikey spoke very quietly, "it's all up to you now Tim."

He had a look in his eyes like a starving puppy or a deprived urchin. Even
without those I think the little head had already made the decision to
forge ahead.

"Hang on," I said back just as quietly.

A big grin spread on Mikey's face. He tightened the grip with his legs and
arms and I walked up the handicap ramp built into one side of the pool and
made my way to the couch we'd been on earlier. I carefully sat down with
Mikey releasing his legs, but not his arms. Once I'd settled down Mikey
lifted his hips so my cock came in between us. He had a huge smile as he
looked down at my erection and started to rock up and down, rubbing his
cock against mine.

For all my attempts to try and ignore the sensuality and sexuality of Mikey
I had to admit that I had admired his cock in the past and now that I got
to see it even closer, I liked it even better. I don't remember how big my
cock was when I was 12 and 13, I wish I'd written all this stuff down back
then, but I didn't. If I was guessing I'd say Mikey was bigger than I
remember being at that age. It had to be around 4 ½ inches long, very
straight with a pinkish red head, cut and thicker than a magic marker, but
not as thick a Nathan's hot dog. Seeing it up close I realized he had a
small patch of wispy blonde hairs around his cock, meaning he had started
into puberty.

Whatever it was that he was doing now, it was actually wonderful. What he
was doing felt great too. He rocked at a nice easy rhythm, not too fast,
not too slow, grinding his cock into mine. I was only mildly surprised when
he moved his face to mine and kissed me.

The kiss was gentle and sweet. His lips were soft and he didn't press too
hard. When I felt his tongue probing, seeking permission to enter my mouth
I parted my lips and opened my mouth to allow it in. We tongue wrestled
while he kept up his undulations. I couldn't believe I was macking a 12
year old because his kisses weren't those of a beginner.

We kissed for I don't know how long, five minute? Ten? Time was standing
still. Mikey broke off the kiss and nuzzled my neck. He licked and sucked
there and it felt insanely good.

"No hickeys," I had to admonish him.

A giggle was his only response, but he did back off a bit. He slid his hips
off me and dropped to his knees. He pulled my dick away from my
stomach. The head was glistening and slippery with pre-cum. Mikey dove
right in and like a pro spread the pre-cum over the rest of my head and
then flicked at my frenulum with the tip of his tongue. A surge of
electricity shot through my body as Mikey swallowed me whole. I am not a
small guy, just a fraction over 7 inches, but that didn't faze Mikey in the
slightest. I let him bob on me for maybe a minute when I stopped him.

"Okay stop, we have to move this party so I can dance too."

I pulled Mikey up off me, stood up and led him to the north end of the
covered patio to four sliding, wooden doors. In the U shape that was my
house, this wing was my bedroom. I slid one of the doors open and we
stepped through. Inside it was dark and cool. The Mexican paver tile helped
keep the room cool in summer and warm in the winter. I led Mikey over to my
grand king bed and pulled him on after me. With him on his back I leaned
over him and opened the night stand drawer. From there I pulled out a
bottle of strawberry Wet gel. I squirted a small amount onto my hand and
smeared it on Mikey's hard little member. This was my first shot at feeling
his cock for real. It was a great little cock and Mikey gasped at the
coolness and slipperiness of the lube, `oh fuck'. he murmured softly.

"Haven't you ever used lube before?" I said in a low voice.

It was a silly question, even as I heard myself saying it. Where was a 12
year old going to buy lube?

"No," he answered equally low, "oh gawd that is amazing."

I don't know why we were talking so softly, we could have been screaming at
the top of our lungs and no one would have heard us, but low tones seemed
to fit the mood.

I kissed Mikey a couple of time, taking the initiative this time. He
returned them eagerly. I then nuzzled his neck as he had nuzzled mine and
he giggled as he said, `no hickeys'. You could count on that! I moved down
to his dime sized nipples and licked, sucked and gently bit them to more
gasps.

"I KNEW this was a good idea," Mikey sighed.

Whether or not it was remained to be seen, but for now I had to admit I was
enjoying myself much more than I should be.

While I was kissing, nuzzling and biting my way down Mikey's torso I had
never stopped my slow, gentle stroking of his cock and now it was time to
step up to the next phase. I licked around that pinkish red head, much as
he had to mine. He sighed contently and pushed my head down on his member
as he thrust his hips up.  I let him rock his hips up into me for a bit and
then I did something that I'd been thinking about only in the deepest,
darkest recesses of my mind before. I lifted his legs and stuck my tongue
into his boy rose. That earned a gasp, moan, sigh all at one time.

"Oh fuck that's amazing," he cooed. "Who knew?"

I worked over his port of entry as best I knew how, licking the muscles
that guarded the entrance, inserting my tongue as far as it would go and
then teasing the entrance with flicks.

Mikey forced his legs down and scampered off the bed.

"I'll be right back," he said.

When he returned he had his iPad.

"I just want to snap a few pics," he explained.

"Now that is a REALLY bad idea Mikey. It is hard enough on me that I am
doing this, but to actually take pictures is like making rope to hang
myself with."

"Everyone else has let me." he stated matter-of-factly.

I guess my face showed disbelief or incredulousness, because he crawled up
on the bed next to me and said, "look."

He pulled up a folder that said, `Special Friends' and there were twelve
folders inside that, each with a name. Mikey opened one folder named
`Frank' and there were a LOT of pictures in it, but they were in the detail
format so I couldn't see what they were until Mikey opened one about three
fourths of the way down the list. What popped up was a picture that was
definitely a picture of Mikey and Mikey with a good sized cock deep in his
mouth. And not a young cock either. That was a man's cock in every way,
size, girth and amount of hair. I must have recoiled a bit because Mikey
noticed. There were videos in the folder too.

"See, you aren't the oldest guy I've been with and frankly honey, not the
biggest either."

I was both amused and horrified by what Mikey had said and what I was
looking at. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just clicked to the
next picture and then the next and the next. I don't know how many pictures
I looked through, but it showed Mikey and this guy in various stages of
undress and Mikey sucking him, jacking him and finally Mikey fucking
him. There were no pics of the man's face, just every other part of his
body.

"So what do you say?" Mikey asked after I'd gone through a bunch of the
pics.

"Still no Mikey, sorry. I don't know who this guy is, but this is dangerous
to him on so many levels. He couldn't even try to maintain his innocence
all he could do is ask for a comfy cell for the next 50 years."

Mikey sighed, "fine, you are such a drama queen, but I understand."

Seeing those pics reminded me that I'd need to erase the videos from the
security cams that surveilled the pool and lanai areas. I might even have
to scrub or replace the hard drive on the system.

Mikey put the iPad down and climbed on top of me and started back up
kissing me. My cock had deflated, as had his when we paused, but it didn't
take long for either of us to hit full rigidity again. After a few moments
of kissing and him humping me, he worked his way back down to sucking me
again and was doing a damn fine job of it. He obviously had more experience
and coaching than I thought and I wondered what those other eleven folders
with names of "special friends" contained.

Mikey seemed to be enjoying himself sucking and I certainly was enjoying it
too, but I wanted more so I reached down, grabbed his body and spun him
around so we could 69. He didn't miss a beat while I spun him and moaned
onto my cock when I started to suck his cock back and finger his hole
gently. We stayed in this position for a few minutes, I couldn't really
guess the time, but finally Mikey pulled off my dick.

"Do you have any toys?" he asked.

I must have looked confused, because he continued.

"You know, rubber toys?"

"In the drawer under the lamp."

Mikey opened the nightstand drawer where I kept my lube, condoms and three
different dildos; my "Asian" one, a little four incher, not too thick, my
"white guy" one, a six incher and decent thickness and last, "the brotha' "
one that was eight inches and so dang thick it was used only for guests who
wanted it. It would never see the inside of me. Mikey pulled out the
"Asian" and the "white guy" with some lube.

"Here, start with this one," he said, handing me the "Asian" and some lube.

"On me?" I asked.

"No, on me dufus."

I looked at him and just as the thought passed through my head of, `does he
know what he is getting into', he said.

"I already have one of these. I use it all the time. `Frank'," he said
Frank using his fingers to make the quote sign, "gave it to me and it is my
favorite toy."

I was skeptical, but as he went back to sucking me, I lubed the toy, lubed
his hole and slowly slipped the toy past his ring and even slower inserted
it all the way. It seemed to go in pretty easily. Once it was all the way
in I returned to sucking on his cock that was bobbing near my mouth.

"Move it in and out."

So I did what he asked and moved it in and out as slowly and as gently as I
could. We continued to suck each other and I was again amazed at how
skilled he was. He seemed to know exactly when to back off on me and keep
me on edge. After another few minutes of sucking Mikey turned around and
started to make out with me again. He sent his tongue deep into my mouth
and I closed my eyes as we kissed. I suppose nothing should have surprised
me given how things had been going this day, but I was still surprised when
Mikey pulled the "Asian" out of his hole and started to lube up the "white
guy".

"You aren't going to..." I started, but he cut me off as he slowly inserted
the toy into himself.

He was propped up on top of me. One had braced himself on the bed and the
other was moving the dildo in and out of his anus. After about 30 seconds
he pulled it, laid it on the bed and started to lube my cock up.

"Mikey, you aren't doing what I think you are doing are you?"

"Of course I am," he smiled at me, "you are going to be my first fuck
ever."

"No, Mikey, that should be with someone special, someone you care about. I
can't do this."

He just shook his head at me.

"You are the one I've been waiting for all summer. Some of the other guys
wanted to fuck me, but I didn't want any of them. It is you I've wanted."

I was going to stop him, but he was already directing my hard dick towards
his hole and then he sat back on it. There was a momentary stop as the head
of my dick passed his sphincter muscles, but once the head was fully in the
rest of my cock, all seven inches slid in easily, if slowly. The feeling
from my side was incredible. Mikey was tight and pulsating. His bare bottom
was resting on my pubes. He shifted a little to make himself more
comfortable and then started to rock up and down on my pole. His eyes were
closed and I couldn't read if the look on his face was pain or pleasure, or
maybe both but I was sure in pleasure mode.

I just lay there enjoying the moment. In fact I was having a hard time
believing it was all real, the whole day so far. But I didn't have much
time for musings as Mikey spoke for the first time since I'd entered him.

"Okay, it is time for you to do the work," he said kind of breathlessly.

When I didn't move immediately, he spoke up again.

"You've done this before right? Put me on my back and fuck me for all you
are worth."

He was grinning like a she devil when he said it, so I obeyed. I reached up
to hold his body steady so I could stay inserted in him while I put him on
his back. I had him positioned on his back, with his legs up and me deep
inside him and was getting ready to start moving in and out when he grabbed
his iPad that was next to him.

"This is my first time Timmy, can't I get some pictures now? I won't get
any face shots of you or anything of the background. I just have to have
this moment."

By this time I was too worked up to say no and the notion was even a bit of
a turn on so I nodded yes without saying anything and Mikey started
shooting pictures while I started to pump.

Mikey was tight as you might expect of someone his age, but not as tight as
I would have thought. I guess his time with his toys had made him looser
than I expected. Anyway I started to move in and out at a decent pace, not
too fast, not too slow, just like I'd fuck anyone else and when I closed my
eyes it was just like anyone else, but when I'd reopen my eyes and see
Mikey's glabrous sack, dick and body it reminded me who it was and God help
me it was an incredible turn on. Never in my wildest imagination did I
think I'd ever have sex with someone this age and I was enjoying it way too
much.

"Here, take some shots from your side," Mikey said handing me the iPad.

He grabbed behind his knees to hold himself up since my hands weren't on
his legs anymore. I took a bunch of pictures of me driving in and out of
him then I switched to movie mode and recorded me pushing in and out. It
was hot and got me hotter, so hot that I couldn't record any more, or
didn't want to. I wanted to devote all my attention to the main task at
hand, so I stopped the record and went back to giving Mikey all my
attention.

We'd been at it for about twenty minutes now and I could have backed off
and made it go longer, but I don't think Mikey realized how sore he might
be for a couple of days so I decided to go for it and blow my load sooner,
rather than later. I picked up the pace a bit and Mikey groaned.

"You okay," I asked, a little concerned maybe it was too much.

"Oh gawd I am great, that's amazing!"

I picked the pace up a bit more and came up off my knees and lifted Mikey's
butt a bit so I was driving in even deeper and hitting his spot obviously
based on the feedback I was getting. I was getting closer and closer. I
leaned in and kissed Mikey. He eagerly and passionately returned my kisses.

"Mikey, I am so close, do you want me to pull out?"

"You better fucking not," he admonished me, "I want to feel it in me. I
read you can feel it and I want that."

"Okay, get ready then."

I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment. I was feeling something
akin to a deep lust/love for this boy and when I started to blow it was one
of the most intense, if not THE most intense orgasm I'd ever had.

"Oh fucking `A" I exclaimed at the moment of release and continued as five
or six powerful spurts entered Mikey.

I opened my eyes and Mikey's chest was heaving up and down and he looked
like he was going to pass out.

"Oh my gawd Timmy, that was so much better than I'd even imagined!" he
gushed.

"It was pretty awesome from my side too," I said quietly and leaned into
kiss him gently. The moment had stirred some deep, complicated feelings in
me towards Mikey.

He returned my kiss and smiled. I still hadn't withdrawn from him yet, but
my dick was rapidly deflating and was going to fall out on its own so I
pulled back and lay down next to him. He snuggled in and nestled his head
into me. I encircled him with my arms and we lay there in companionable
silence in the afterglow.

End of Chapter One