Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2003 19:24:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Max Hewitt <lilperv76@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Punking Mike," ch. 4

This story involves sex between two guys.  If you shouldn't be reading
stuff like that, move on.  In this story, the characters don't use condoms.
In the real world, anybody who doesn't practice safe sex is a menace to
himself and society.  Don't be a menace.

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>From Chapter 3:

"Mikey, you are gonna love this.  There's just one problem."

"What's that?"

"Since we both love taking it up the ass, who's gonna be the top?"


Chapter 4

[JK = Jason Kinsey; SW = Seth Watkins; MC = Mike Cronin]

JK:

Mike gave me an embarrassed grin and said, "You better take the lead, here,
Jase.  This stuff is all new to me."

I thought of everything Seth had put him through in the previous two days
and thought that it wasn't ALL new to him, but I knew what he meant.  And
it was important not to spook him.  "Mike, we'll do whatever you want to
do.  If it isn't comfortable, we don't have to do it.  You're the newbie,
so you call the shots."

"That's just it, Jase.  I'm not sure what shots to call."

"Okay, how's about this?  Let's get back to that kiss and just see what
happens."

Mike just sort of stood there, so I grabbed him, put my hands down his
shorts, and squeezed his tight buns.  Then he kind of got with the program,
and we attacked each other's mouths.  At least he knew how to kiss, but I
was pretty sure I was the first dude he'd ever kissed.  Didn't matter.  It
was great.  And I could feel my cock getting harder and pressing against
his cock, which I could feel growing through both our shorts.

Soon we were humping against each other, feeling each other's bodies all
over with our hands, and I was getting out of breath.

I pulled back a little.

"Mike, let's get the rest of our clothes off."

He took a deep breath and said, "Sounds like a plan."

We helped each other undress.  I had seen him naked on the two previous
days, but it was still exciting to see him that way, with his six inches of
beautiful cut meat pointing toward the ceiling.

I was a little embarrassed that I only had five inches, but Mike looked at
it.  Then he nervously looked away.

"It's okay to look, Mike.  Nothing to be embarrassed about.  Ya like what
ya see?"

He cleared his throat and said, "Yeah, Jase, it's, uh, nice."

"It's not very big."

"It's perfect.  Just in proportion for a dude your size."

"Okay, enough comparison shopping," I chuckled, and pushed him down on his
bed.  I fell on top of him, and we began kissing and humping again.  Before
things went too far, though, I was determined to give him what I knew he
wanted.  So I got off of him and asked him to roll over.  He had to adjust
his hard cock as he turned onto his stomach, or it would probably have
broken off.

I asked him to stick his butt in the air, and he quickly did that.  "Got
any lube?"

He looked a little embarrassed and said, "Yeah, there's some hand lotion in
the bedside table."

I took that and slicked up my middle finger.  Then I put some on his
pucker.  He jumped a little because it felt cold, I imagine.  As I slowly
began to work the finger up his hole, he began to wiggle.  The man was a
born bottom.  "Oh, yeah, Jase.  That's so cool!  Who ever would have
thought . . . ?"

Then he just moaned, because I found his nut and began to stroke it.  It
was pretty obvious that he liked it when he began to move his hips back
toward me, and then fuck himself on my finger.  And I thought I was an
eager bottom!

"Okay, Mikey, patience, babe!  I took more of the lotion and slathered up
my hot, throbbing cock.  Hey, I may like being a bottom, but looking at
that butt, who wouldn't get hard and willing?  I didn't even try the second
and third fingers.  I put the head of my dick against his hole and pushed
gently.  Mike yelped, but then he must have remembered to push back, and
before I knew what had happened, my pubes were against his nice, smooth
ass.  I did notice that, although Seth had told him to shave himself, he
hadn't done his crack.  We'd take care of that soon.

I just waited, fully into his chute.  He almost whined, "That's great,
dude, but aren't you supposed to be doing something now?"

I giggled.  "Oh, well, if you insist."  And I began to pull out, very
slowly.  He growled and gripped my tool with his ass muscles, as if he
didn't want to let me go.  It was fabulous!  I long-dicked him slowly,
wanting him to enjoy this as much as I was.  And he seemed to be.  He kept
up a constant comment, "Yeah, Jase!  Oh, yeah!  That's sooo good!  Aw,
fuck!  It's so much better when you do it than when Seth did it!" and stuff
like that.

I wanted to keep going forever, but being just eighteen, after all, I
couldn't hold back very long.  Soon, I exploded into his gut.

"Oh, cool," he said, "I could feel it coming.  That's so great!"

I collapsed onto his back.  We were both sweating, despite the A/C, but
when I licked the base of his neck, it tasted wonderful.  Then I began to
suck on the place where his neck joins his shoulder, and I gave him a
hickey.  He'd have to explain that to his dad, I supposed, but that was his
problem.  I couldn't resist marking him as mine, for the moment at least,
and, I hoped, for a lot longer than that.

I lay there until my dick shrank and plopped out.  Then I rolled off of
him, and he turned over.  His dick was still throbbing and leaking precum.

"Sheesh, Jason, that was fantastic, man!"

"Yeah, for me, too.  But we're not through!"  I reached for the lotion and
smeared it all over his hot cock.  He arched his back and stuck his hips up
as high as he could get them.  "Oh, yeah, I need to cum!"

"Then just hang on, babe."

I climbed up, squatted over him, facing his head, and lowered myself slowly
onto his tool.  My sphincter resisted for a moment, and then I found myself
sitting on his pubes and hipbones.  "Ohmygod!" he screamed.  "Your ass is
so hot!  I fuckin' can't believe this!"

I began to move up and down, watching the variety of expressions that
paraded across his face as I did.  I don't know how much experience Mike
had had fucking women, but this was obviously not only new but beyond
anything he'd done before.  He couldn't articulate.  He just moaned and
thrashed under me, bucking his hips up to meet my downward thrusts.

He didn't last long.  Before either of us wanted him to, he unloaded inside
my chute.  As he came, he yelled out "Fuck!" so loud the neighbors would
have heard if the windows had been open.  Well, come to think of it, in
this neighborhood, the houses were pretty far apart.  But it could have
been heard for a long way.  I grinned because it was good to see him
enjoying what we were doing.  And there was now no doubt in either my mind
or his that he was thoroughly gay.  He might have been into girls, but he
was sure as hell into man-sex, too.

After his orgasm, I waited for his dick to deflate and then rolled off.
This time we lay on our sides and kissed each other for a long time.
Finally, he pulled back and said, "Jase, we stink.  Let's get a shower."

We went into the big en suite bathroom and played like a couple of kids in
the shower, washing each other very carefully and thoroughly, giggling when
we did each other's genitals.

As we were dressing afterward, I began to think of Seth.  I was convinced
from what I saw that he was gay.  Maybe his feud with Mike was the excuse
for what he was doing, but I was pretty sure he really got off on doing
stuff with Mike.  If he'd not been so stupid, he might have been where I
was right then.  I almost felt sorry for him, until I remembered how nasty
he'd been to Mike.

MC:

Dad was helping me load the dishwasher after our dinner.

"Dad, can we talk?"

"Sure, Mike. Wanna come into the family room?"

"Yeah."

We both went and sat down.  I was in shorts and a tee, and dad was wearing
khakis, a tee, and his Docksiders.  He kicked off the shoes and wiggled his
toes.

"So, "Mike, what's going on?"

"Well, I, uh, . . . ."

"Got a problem, son?"

I was embarrassed.  What guy my age wants to talk about sex with his dad?
But I had asked him to talk, so I decided to push on.  "Dad, when did you
first think you were gay?"

Jim didn't answer right away, as if he were deciding how to answer the
question.  "First of all, I think I should say that I'm bi, if anything,
not gay."

"'Bi' means `bisexual,' doesn't it?"

"Right."

"Okay, then when did you first know you were attracted to guys?"

"Sheesh, Mike!  This is not easy to talk about."

"Maybe not, but, look Dad, you are the one who was kissing that dude in the
picture.  You said you were lovers.  And I'm not just being nosy.  I have a
reason for asking."

"Yeah, well, I suppose you have a right to ask.  So, okay, let's see.  I
guess when I was going through puberty I found that I was attracted to guys
and girls both.  But I knew back then, even though the 70's were supposedly
enlightened and liberated, that being queer was asking for a lot of grief.
So I just went with the dating routine.  I had a couple of girlfriends in
high school, and I dated in college.  But, to tell the truth, I had a lot
of fantasies about guys, and got hard sometimes when I'd see a great
looking guy."

"So you knew from your teen years that guys attracted you."

"Along with women, yes.  Now, what's all this about?"

"Well, look, Dad, I've just found out that you had a male lover.  I've just
seen a picture of you and him kissing.  I think I have a right to know what
went on."

Dad thought about that for a while. "I suppose you do.  I'm sorry, Mike.
Do you have more questions?"

"Did you really like sex with what's his name as well as with women?"

"Darren."

"Huh?"

"His name is Darren."

"Oh, yeah, right.  So, was it really as good with Darren as it is with
Mom?"

"Mike, I absolutely refuse to talk about your mother's and my sexual
relations."

"Okay, let's make it hypothetical.  How do you feel about man-to-man sex as
compared with heterosexual sex?  Do you ever get hard over a guy?"

"Damn, you just won't let up, will you?  But I suppose I owe you this."  He
took a deep breath.  "I need a scotch.  Can I get you anything?"

"No, I'm cool."

Dad went to the kitchen and came back with his Talisker.

"Okay.  As I told you, I adore your mother.  I don't ever expect to have
sex with any other person as long as we're both alive.  But, yes, I become
aroused sometimes when I see a great-looking guy."

"Did you ever take it up the ass with Darren?"

He almost choked on a swallow of his whisky.  "Mike, where is this coming
from?  Are you trying to make me squirm?  If so, you're doing a damn good
job of it."

I began to feel sorry for him.  I guess I had been pushing pretty hard.
"Look, Dad, this isn't easy to say.  I'm not asking all this just to get
back at you for finding out you're, uh, bisexual.  The fact is, I, uh,
well, uh . . . ."

"What is it, son?"

"Well, I think I am, too."

He set his glass down and looked at me intently.  "You're . . . what?"

"Bisexual."

He picked the glass back up and took a good swallow.  "What on earth makes
you think that?  I thought you and Marcy were pretty close."

"Hey, Dad, I've dated several girls, and I'm not a virgin."

He grinned.  "Well, I would never have asked.  But given the mores these
days, and given your looks, I didn't imagine you were.  I hope you are
always careful."

"Yeah, I know all about safe sex and condoms and all that."

"But what's this about being bisexual?"

"I've had experiences with a couple of guys lately, and I think I like sex
with guys at least as much as with women."

"And you had the nerve to be disapproving with me the other day?"

"Well, duh!  I'm not committed to anyone.  You are married, in case you've
forgotten."

"Point well taken.  As I explained, though, there is nothing left between
Darren and me but fondness.  I LOVE your mother.  Now, what's this about
you and this `couple of guys'"?

"Look, I don't particularly want to give you the details, but I've learned
lately just how great sex with men can be.  So I guess I'm bi."

"Who are these guys?"

"You don't seriously think I'm going to tell you that, do you?"

He sighed.  "Well, I suppose not.  But, look, you know you're letting
yourself in for a world of shit if you are openly gay."

"Yeah, as if I didn't know that."

"Well, Mike, all I can say is to proceed cautiously.  Be careful.  Keep
your options open.  It isn't easy, even in these supposedly enlightened
times, to be out.  Besides that, whether you are giving yourself to a woman
or a man, protect your heart.  When you care for someone, you give them the
power to hurt you."

"I'm not talking about love here, Dad, just sex."

"Well, there are obvious precautions you need to take there, too, you
know."

"Yeah, yeah, I know.  Hey, you know what?"

"What, Mike?"

"You haven't said anything about how me being bi might affect your career."

"Mike, dammit, you're my son and I love you.  The general public doesn't
need to know.  Sexual orientation is nobody's business, after all.  And if
our family and friends find out, your mother and I will stand beside you.
I also trust you.  Notice I haven't asked you how you handled that thing
with the picture, though I've been nervous as a cat about it."

I hadn't thought about that.  "Yeah, I forgot to tell you.  The thing with
the picture of you and Darren is taken care of, I think.  Someday I'll tell
you what happened, but I don't think I'm up for that just yet."

He stood up. "Come here!"  He held his arms out.  I stood, and we hugged.
And I experienced something totally new.  Dad had a boner.

SW:

I didn't know whether I fucked up or I just got fucked by fate.  I thought
I could turn Mike out, make him my bitch, and instead he turned the tables
on me.  When he showed me those pictures of me, it looked as if we had
played to a draw, and I was okay.  But I still wanted him.  I'd wanted him
for too long to give up so soon.  Now I was going to do more than make him
my boy, I was going to make him into a real bitch boy.  So I was cool.  I
played for time.

First I had to find out who had taken those pics of me, and how they had
set me up.  No way could that have been coincidental.  We were at a
standoff for the moment, but those pics he had of me weren't the end of the
world.  I had two advantages.  I had money and I didn't fight fair.
Besides, I could tell that Cronin wasn't hating what I was doing to him as
much as he wanted to.  He'd always thought he was straight.  He probably
just squelched those feelings in his cock when he saw guys in the shower.
So he was degraded when I did those things to him.  He despised me for
making him do queer things.  And he probably got a sick feeling when he
found that he actually liked some of that gay stuff.  He may have hated me,
but I think he even liked being abused.  He was a born bitch.  I was sure
of that.  But he wasn't my bitch.  Not yet.

MC:

Our summer jobs started.  Jason was working in a camera shop at the mall.
Dad had insisted that I take a community service job, so I was working at a
local community center.  We had a food bank, we took in used but usable
furniture, we had before and after school programs for latchkey kids, we
had tutoring and mentoring programs for disadvantaged kids.  I enjoyed it.
I was never sure what they'd have me doing, since I was just a summer
volunteer, but it was interesting work.  One of the things I enjoyed most
was tutoring Willie Daniels in math.  Willie was a nice eleven-year-old
black kid.  He wasn't stupid.  He was doing well in his other subjects at
school, but he just didn't get math.  I'm no whiz, but I knew enough to
help him.  And we made enough progress the first week that I figured by the
end of the summer he'd be up to grade level.

Jason and I managed to spend some time together either at his house or mine
most evenings and on weekends.  When I introduced Jason to him, Dad was
pleasant enough, but he really gave Jase the once over.  But then, I'd told
him I was having gay feelings, so it stands to reason the next guy I
brought home, especially when I brought him home a lot, would get some
scrutiny.  I think Dad must have figured out what was going on, but he
didn't say anything.  Then I had an awful thought.  What if Dad was looking
at Jason and enjoying what he saw?  Well, why not?  He said he could get
hard looking at good-looking guys, and Jason sure had the looks.  But it
bothered me somehow thinking of my dad getting a boner looking at my
boyfriend.  `My boyfriend?  Where did that come from?  God,' I said to
myself, `Mike you really are learning things about yourself!'

Mom got back, and she was really sweet to Jason.  Poor innocent Mom.  It
never occurred to her that we were having sex every way we could think of
to do it.

My roommate at the university my freshman year, Ian Shaw, was from our
town, but he was transferring to a university downstate to be with his
girlfriend, so I need someone to share my apartment with at State.  I
suggested that Jason might want to share it with me, and he seemed pleased
that I'd asked him.  It was a mark of how well I felt I was getting to know
him and how much I liked him that I suggested that on such short
acquaintance.

Jason's father was a CPA at a well-known firm downtown.  His mother didn't
work.  He didn't have any brothers or sisters.  So we could spend time in
his room.  His dad often worked late and was out of town a lot.  His mother
belonged to the garden club and some sort of ladies group at her church and
played bridge, so she was gone a lot, too, though it was mostly in the
daytime.  Anyway, when Jason introduced me to his folks, they were pleasant
but sort of vague.  When Jason said we might be roommates at State in the
fall, his mother said something like, "Oh, that's nice, dear."

The next time Jase and I got to have any sex, he begged me to fuck him.  He
talked me through it very patiently.  He said he wanted to be on his back
so he could watch my face.  We were at his house one evening when both his
parents were out for the evening.  He had lube, not just hand lotion like
I'd been using.  I don't know whether he always had it, or whether he'd
bought it for the occasion.  Though I hadn't asked, I suspected Jason had
had some experience with guys before.

Anyway, he pulled his knees up against his chest and told me to lube up my
middle finger and then stick it up his ass.  Somehow that seemed too
clinical, so I pushed his legs apart and lay in between them, licking and
sucking his nipples.  He must have liked that, because soon he was wiggling
and moaning.  I discovered that I liked that, too.  I was just doing it to
make him feel good, but there was something totally natural about it. I'd
sucked on Marcy's tits and I liked to nuzzle between them, but I couldn't
imagine liking to suck a guy's nips.  I did it because I wanted to make
Jason feel good.  Something about his flat pecs and hard nips got to me,
though, and I began to enjoy it.

I sort of followed my nose and my instincts, and eventually wound up with
his cock in my mouth.  It was a lot better than sucking Seth because, as I
said, I wanted to give Jase pleasure.  Again, there was something just
right about having his dick in my mouth.  I gagged a little at first, but I
soon learned how to please him.  Then he surprised me by pushing me away.

"Mike, that's great, stud, but I really want you inside me.  Fuck me,
please."

So I lubed up my finger as he had asked me to do before all the kissing and
licking started, and gradually worked it into his hole.  His chute was so
warm, and he clamped down on my finger with a vise grip

"Oooh, yeah, Mikey.  Wiggle it around until you find my nut."

I explored, and soon I found this hard bump, which I began to stroke with
the end of my finger.  I thought he was going to come up off the bed!

"Ohmygod, yes, that's it!  That's my magic button!  Oh, hurry, I want your
nice cock inside me stroking that."

So, I lubed up my cock.  I was leaking some, despite my nervousness.  My
finger wasn't shitty or anything when I pulled it out, so that helped, too.
I didn't see how my tool was going to fit into that little hole, but it had
the previous night when he sat on it, so I pushed in.

It wasn't working at first because it was so tight, but Jason pushed like
he was taking a dump.  I took it slow because I didn't want to hurt him,
but eventually, I was all the way in.

"Oh, Mike, that feels so good.  There's nothing like the feeling of having
a nice cock up your ass.  Now, you remember what to do next, don't you?"

I slapped his ass.  "Well, duh!  Of course I know.  I've fucked women
before, and I've had you and Watkins both up my hole."

He giggled.  "Then for God's sake, DO IT!"

So I began to move in and out, slowly at first, but gradually building up
speed.

"Smack my ass, Mike!"

`Whatever turns you on,' I thought, and slapped his ass.  When I did, he
clamped down on my dick and I thought I'd come on the spot.

"Do it again!"  I did.  And again, that incredible feeling that he was
milking me with his ass muscles.

So, I kept slapping and he kept constricting, and soon we were into a
vigorous, sweaty, noisy fuck.  It's a good thing his parents weren't home.
At one point he reached up and pulled on my still super-sensitive nipples.
That did it.  I began to shoot my load.  When I started, that triggered
him.  His cum arced from his hard cock and landed on his face and chest.
After the last spasm of my dick, I collapsed onto him, spent.  He took his
hand and scraped off some of his cum and swallowed it.  Then he got some
more on his hand and offered it to me.

"You want me to eat your cum?"

"Yeah.  Haven't you tasted your own?"

"No, just Seth's."

"Well, okay, but it's good stuff."

Now he had me curious, so I licked his fingers.  Not bad.  Sweet, bland,
not much taste.  I licked some off his forehead that he'd missed.

About then my cock came out of him with a sort of a slurping noise, and
with both chuckled.

"Here, let me clean you up."  He pushed me off him and onto my back.
Before I knew what had happened, he had my cock in his mouth.  I was pretty
grossed out by that, knowing where it had just been, but he didn't seem to
mind.  I was really startled when he then grabbed me by the ears and kissed
me, practically raping me with his tongue.  I expected to gag, but it
wasn't bad.  I could taste my cum and something vaguely funky, but not as
disgusting as I'd expected.

He laughed.  "Oh, Mikey, you're going to be a regular pig before you know
it.  This is going to be a fantastic summer!"


SW:

"So it was Jason Kinsey who took those pictures," I exclaimed to myself as
I read the report of my detective.  As soon as I left Mike's house the
morning he showed me the pictures of the two of us on his patio, I called
Spade, the `tec, and explained that Cronin must have had a friend who was
helping him with some things.  I sure didn't want to tell Spade what went
on at Cronin's house.  Spade was a scruffy looking character.  He reminded
me of that old movie actor, Humphrey Bogart.  But he had a good reputation,
and he had produced good results for me, so who gave a shit what he looked
like?

It only took Spade a couple of days of digging to find out what I wanted to
know.  He said that Mike and Jason had been together several times, both at
the Kinseys' and the Cronins' houses.  I remembered that Jason was a
photographer at our high school, and that the little chink was always
getting pictures in the school newspaper and the yearbook.  So he and Mike
were buddies?  Very interesting.

I told Spade to keep tabs on what they were doing and report back.

I wondered if Mike and Jason were more than friends.  Mike's reactions to
what I made him do confused me at first, when I thought he really hated it.
For real, he looked at me like he wanted to rip my balls off.  But he did
seem to get off on having my dick up his ass, and he did give to all the
stuff I did to him in without too much resistance.  I mean, surer, I had
that pic of his old man, but a lot of guys would have just gone ballistic.
Mike caved almost from the beginning.

All through high school I never figured Cronin was gay.  I didn't see him
much at State last year.  But now I think he is.  If I had known that
earlier, maybe I'd just have tried to become his friend and then find out
what happened.  We might have been fuckbuddies.  Who knows, even lovers?
But now he was with the little chink who had helped him screw up my plans.

`Okay, Cronin,' I thought, `if you and Kinsey are getting it on, I'll know
about it.  And I'll get you both.  I'll make you sorry you chose him when
you could have had me!'  Then I began to think some more about the two of
them.  Kinsey was a cute little guy.  I was going to make them both into my
slave boys, and worse.  They couldn't even imagine the humiliations I had
in mind for them.

[To be continued.  Happy Holidays!]