Date: Wed, 02 Mar 2016 21:40:39 -0500 From: bluejoubert@hushmail.com Subject: The Boy in The Red Shorts Part II The Boy in the Red Shorts: Finding Mike February, 2016 bluejoubert@hushmail.com This work is completely fiction concerning sexual activity between 2 teenagers. Any comparisons to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under 18 I must ask you to leave immediately. If this type material is in any way illegal or inappropriate in your state, country, or community, I must also ask you to go no further. Read at your own risk. Flames ignored, Comments welcome. Copyright February, 2016, Shooting Star Productions The Boy in the Red Shorts: Finding Mike For more than a week I jacked off 2 or 3 times a day, playing over and over my time with Mikey. I could scarcely believe it was real. I went to the convienence store where I first met him sporadically, hoping for another encounter. None happened. I rode through his apartment complex, almost scared if I were to see him! Would he still be so pliable? Would one of his older brother's told him what had really happened? Would he even share what had happened with anyone else? My head wrapped around and around itself. 'It was ok' I would tell myself. 'You have an awesome memory of a great time.' I couldn't help but want more, of course. I wanted to smell him, taste his little erection, lick the balls I had not really gotten a good view of yet. The week was almost up and I would have to head back to school. The parents had gone to our condo on the beach, so I was alone in the house. I spent a day or two sunning naked by the pool. Had a few friends over at night for music, dope, and beer. None of it mattered. I just wanted to see Mikey again. With only three days left in town, I shopped around, getting shit for my dorm room, buying some new music, and went by the the same wholesale cig store where I met Mikey to rack up on a few cartons on the parent's card. They would be pissed later, and I would have to endure the smack down, but by then I would be 350 miles away. HA! I had put the boy out of my mind, knowing I should just take joy from that one encounter when I was actually able to see and play with a young boy - something I always fantasized about, but never dreamed would happen. I walked into the store and headed toward the counter when I heard a familiar voice. It was Mikey - playing that same video game just inside the door. He had a big smile with a rack of the whitest teeth ever. "hey dude!!!! What's going on?? Didn't think I'd ever see you again!" I had to catch my breath. There he was, this time in tight and faded jeans, another worn out rock band t-shirt and a pair of worn and torn sandles on his little feet. "Yo! What are you doing little dude?" I asked, and it was obvious I was glad to see him. "I still have a few days left." He got a look of disappointment on his face, but kept his smile. It was barely noon, the sun was out, my parents were away, and we have a 6 foot tall brick wall around the pool. My head was spinning. "Hey man, what are you up to?" I asked. "Want to hang out?" His face lit up like a spotlight. "I'm totally bored man, I would love to hang! Was hoping I would see you again." On our way out the door he whispered, 'got anymore of that green?' "Yeah," I laughed, "I'll even leave you with some of your own." "Oh shit! No way!" "Yes way. How bout we go to my parents house? They're out of town and it's hot as hell. We could hang out by the pool." "You got your own swimming pool?" "Sure. Since I was a little kid." "Way cool man," he said. "But I can't go home to get some shorts or the old man will make me stay." He looked kind of disappointed. "Mikey," I said. "I'm pretty sure you don't have any surprises I haven't seen already!" I gave a big grin, and he looked back at me and almost started laughing. "Oh, right, yeah ...." he said sheepishly, an almost embarrassing look on his face. I loved it. My shorty got hard instantly, and I reached over and kind of roughed up his hair. He looked at me and smiled. "I've never met anybody like you," he said. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I joked. "It's good. I don't know how to explain it. I'm just glad I met you. You're my newest friend," he replied. "And you are mine," I said, looking over at him. "Before I take you back home I'll give my phone number, and we'll stay in touch if you want. Maybe this summer you could visit me!" "yeah, right," he smirked. "My old man's belt won't reach that far. Fat chance he would let me get that far away." He suddenly looked kind of sad. "Well, I'll kidnap you," I quipped, making him laugh. I liked it when he laughed, I didn't like it when he looked sad. Only having known him for a total of maybe 3 hours over 2 occassions, I couldn't believe how much I felt like I knew him. And he seemed to have the same odd feelings for me. I parked in the back, leading straight to the pool. "Whoa - you had this always?" "Well, mostly. You like it?" "It's the best. Can we swim?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "That's the point, right?" I shot back, already taking off my shirt and unbuttoning my jeans. He looked around, bewildered, not scared of me, but of, I don't know, the circumstance he found himself in, I guess. "No worries Mike, you're safe here! You can strip down, or not. Just so long as you're comfortable." "Ummmm, what if we get caught?" I had to suppress a laugh. "This is my house lil dude. I grew up here. Trust me, you're safe," I said as I tossed my jeans in a corner and dropped my underwear to my feet. "I'm the one who 'catches' people," I smiled. "I'll consider us already caught, ok?" and I dove into the nice cool water. When i came up he was ready . . . "Oh kiss my butt," he shot back, "you're just fucking with me." And he let out a big laugh. Finally he took off his shirt, then his jeans, and he was standing there kind of nervously in his Spiderman underwear. Damn he was beautiful. Time seemed to stand still as I took in all of his body. I realized he had a few freckles on his face I hadn't seen the other night. His slender legs were tanned, and there was the lightest touch of short blond hairs beginning to grow on his lower legs. The small bump at his groin seemed a bit larger but was still the same as when I first met him, when that little bundle was wrapped up in his tight red shorts. Sensing his slight discomfort, I climbed out of the pool, naked and flaccid. "Hey buddy, you know how to wrap? I'm all wet." I knew he was checking me out, so I glanced around, not making eye contact, to alllow him plenty of time to get a good look at my cock. When I looked back at him, his small bump had grown a little. At the same time he seemed to try to hide his growing young penis. "Of course I can," he said. "Want me to wrap us a fatty?" "You read my mind dude. It's in the right pocket of my jeans." I went to the diving board and took a high front flip and swam to the shallow end before I surfaced. I stood there, well floating actually, with my elbows propping me up by the side of the pool. He was fishing through my jeans, found the baggie and papers, and sat down on a sofa and dragged the table closer to him. He expertly twisted the doobie, and held it out to show me. "Too bad you're all wet and in the pool. Guess I'll have to smoke this by myself ... " he teased. "My ass!" I said, jumping out of the pool and heading toward the seating area. I grabbed a towel and dryed my face and hands, running it through my hair, then quickly took some swipes at my cock and balls before putting the towel on the sofa, and sitting on it right next to my new sexy BOY friend. I was sitting comfortably with my legs apart. He was sitting a bit less comfortably, knees touching, shaking slightly as he held the joint close to his groin, with his other hand resting directly on his underwear. What, was he hiding Fort Knox down there? I knew he was checking out my privates, so I allowed plenty of time, making small talk about our schools, friends; getting to know each other. Every now and then I would tug at my cock, scratch my balls, pull at my pubes . . . anything, any view, I thought he may like, and I made sure he could look without me knowing. I kept myself soft, but it was difficult. I'm a sort of compact guy. About 5'8", black curly hair, totally hairless except for my armpits, that had pretty small but incredibly dense patches of hair, and my pubes were the same; the patch might not have been massive, but the hair was black and dense. I had some hair on my scrotum, but around back there wasn't much. Only a scattering of short black hairs surrounding my rectum. Flaccid my penis was about 2 inches, but it was rather fat. Not grossly fat, but more thick than most. An erection made it grow to about 5 and a half, but only grew a little bit thicker. No matter, Mike seemed fascinated. I broke the silence with "Ok, you wrapped it, can you light it? You too much a lil boy?" I mocked him. "Fuck you," he laughed. "You got the lighter ass wipe." "Oh yeah, busted," i said, handing him the lighter. While he was busy lighting up, I was busy looking at the fascinating bump in his underwear. With an almost half erection, his skinny cock was just below Spiderman's chest, making the superhero look hilariously stronger than normal. It was an awesome sight. Maybe two inches of an incredibly slender penis, still a bit on the soft side, hiding behind the masked crusader, waiting to be exposed. We smoked and laughed and joked and smoked and i was tickling him and we laughed and smoked and overall had a great time getting to know each other even better. The j, less than half smoked, had been resting in the ashtray for a long time when Mikey said "Shit, it's hot as hell!" "Yeah? You're hot?" I laughed as I scooped him up and ran towards the pool, not stopping until we were both in the water, me still holding him with both arms and him laughing loudly while I held him like a kid. While he laughed, I held him long enough to get some great looks at his genitals, now encased in completely wet Spidermen all around his groin. The boy had nothing that could be hidden by this point. His tiny, half erect penis and his small balls were accentuated by the thin wet cloth. I got hard immediately, couldn't fight it, and didn't want to. Wrestling around a bit, we both ended up spashing water in each other's face, laughing all along. Soon we were just swimming and floating and enjoying being together. "Now YOU'RE the one with a boner," he laughed, brushing his hand by my erection, taking a bit longer than it should. "Oh yeah?" I replied, "How do you know?" And I grabbed his small hand and forced it onto my short thick cock. He only playfully fought back, and held it when I told him he had to touch me like I had touched him. "Just to be fair," I said. He giggled, but got a more serious look on his face as he held my penis, felt my balls, and ran his fingers through my pubes. "Wow, you got a lot of hair," he said, continuing to feel my privates. "You got some too, Mike," I said. For some reason he blushed. "You ok?" "You called me Mike. You did that another time today." "I'm sorry lil dude, I didn't mean to offend you. I'll call you Mikey." "NO NO," he said, "that makes me sound like a little kid. I like that you call me Mike. I like it .... a lot." "You got it, Mike. And I agree. Mikey is way too much a kid's name. I just naturally called you Mike, without even thinking about it." He grinned bashfully. "Thanks. I can't believe you're my friend," he said quietly. "Me too," I looked deeply into his eyes and we both smiled. "Or I would be worried that some weird kid had his hand on my dick!" We busted out laughing, he had forgotten he was still massaging my 19 year old cock. "So why are you still hanging out with spiderman?" I asked. He looked confused at first, and then I reached down and tugged on the waistband of his underwear. "Oh . . . yeah . . . do I have to take them off?" "Of course not, so long as you are comfortable. Don't do anything you don't want to, ok? Promise?" "Promise," he said, releasing his grasp on my cock and swimming around me, trying to tackle me and tickle me at the same time. "I need a smoke," "Can I have one too?" "Sure, they're right over there, will you get us some?" There was no pre-designed intent, but the sudden sight of him, dripping wet with those tight underwear, sent my head spinning. His penis wasn't erect anymore, and the head just poked out innocently, and his little nuts were clearly visible, closely held just under his penis. I went to the side of the pool where he would get the cigs and stood there while he lit one each for us. Kneeling down to give me mine, his legs were spread and I had the clearest and closest view of his groin than ever. Wet underwear and all. I was almost happy he was wearing them. He knew I was looking at his privates, and like me earlier, just kind of ignored it and let me check him out. 'Totally cool,' I thought. And then I had the plan. Why hadn't I thought of it earlier? I was there, hanging on the side of the pool, directly in front of the water jet. I felt like I had been hit by a thunderbolt. "Jump in, come over here, I gotta show you the coolest thing," I told him, and tossed my half smoked cig to the side. Once in the water I got behind him and guided him to the water jet. The closer we got, the more he was stimulated. From behind I held him close, and directed him closer and closer until the jet of water was hitting him directly on his now erect slender penis. He practically gasped for breath as I slid my fingers into his shorts and began to take them down. "No, no," he said. "What if we get caught?" I just held him close, and slowly lowered spiderman to Mike's feet. Then I began my exploration, taking my time and feeling every part of his slim body. I started with the front, of course, since the water jet was still, basically, masturbating him. When i began to rub him down his back, my excitement became overwhelming. I couldn't believe I was actually feeling his narrow bottom once I got there. I could practically hold each cheek in my palm. Damn he was so hot. I went slow, so if he wanted to stop me, he had ample opportunity. He didn't. With my left arm, i held him close and ran my hands over his chest, his flat stomach, and eventually down to his small totally erect thin three inches. With my right hand, I worked my way down his back, and then to the crack separating his cheeks. I felt him very gently, not wanting to alarm or scare him, but the hardness of his small erection and his moans and groans made clear he was quite happy. And so it was that my left hand was masturbating his short slender penis and my right hand was exploring his bottom, when I finally touched the little rosebud I had dreamed of. I rubbed the tight little sphincter, TINY little sphincter, and at first he reacted with surprise, and a sense of joy. "Do you trust me?" I asked, as I continued to apply pressure to his rectum, and masturbate his boy dick. " . . . umm . . . yeah. You won't hurt me will you?" he shyly asked. "NO Mike, I won't. Just trust me. A small amount of pain is a good thing sometimes." And I continued. "Just do what I tell you." There was a bottle of suntan oil on that side of the pool. Opening it, I lifted Mike up higher so his ass was above the water line. He leaned over the side of the pool. There it was, his tight asshole, just as pink as I had dreamed it would be. And it was there for me to look at, touch, feel, taste, fondle and introduce any object of my choosing inside of him. I covered my hand, especially fingers, and poured plenty of the oil down his crack, to make it as comfortable as possible. I continued to masturbate the slim erection as I slowly applied pressure to the tight pink hole. The more pressure I applied, the more agitated Mike became. He squirmed around, obviously in discomfort. His once erect penis began to deflate. "Hang on buddy, it's gonna be alright and you'll be happy once it happens," I tried to reassure him. I kept a hand on his tiny soft penis and his scrotum all in one hand. With the other, I kept rubbing and exploring the pink rosebud of my dreams. Although Mike squirmed and wiggled and moaned and groaned, he allowed me to continue. Slowly I began to insert my finger deeper and deeper. His penis had nearly shrunk into his body. Mike sobbed lightly, and when I looked around, he had tears running down his face. But the more I moved my finger in and out of his rectum, the better his reaction. Soon the sobs and tears became moans of ecstacy, His slim penis seemed to grow a bit, and soon he had the biggest orgasm of his life. He went limp in my arms, but not so much that he wouldn't grab my penis and hold onto it tightly. We got out of the pool, got comfortable on the sofa and he had fun jacking my cock - seeing my balls get tighter as I got closer to cumming ... He learned a lot that day, and we both enjoyed every second. Later that afternoon Mike called one of his buddies and made a deal to be able to tell his dad he was sleeping over. All it cost was a quick trip and a small bud of the mean green and the deal was settled. We had two more days together that spring. And it was the best two days of my life.