Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2011 16:17:13 -0700 From: B.E. Kelley Subject: Matt and Mickey This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental. The author retains the copyright, and any other rights, to this original story. You may not publish it or any part of it without my explicit authorization. This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage males. It is intended for mature audiences only. If you find this type of material offensive or if you are under the legal age to read said material; please proceed no further. Matt and Mickey To say I was unhappy about moving was an understatement. I had just turned 14 years old and I'd lived in Knoxville Tennessee my whole life. My parents were both professors at the University of Tennessee, where my dad taught physics and my mom taught English. A few months ago my dad got caught cheating on my mom. They tried to work things out but mom couldn't get over the sense of betrayal she felt, and frankly, I don't blame her. I am so pissed at my dad; I can hardly express it in words. He destroyed our family just so he could fuck some bimbo. My parents just finalized their divorce. My dad is going to England for the next year, as part of a teaching exchange, and my mom decided that we needed a fresh start, so we're moving across the country to Mason, California. I checked it out online; the only thing Mason is famous for is growing grapes. There are only about 30,000 people in town; there was one high school and a small liberal arts college, where my mother would be teaching. I may be from Tennessee but Knoxville is no hick town and now it sounds like we're moving to some kind of Podunk. I'm pretty nervous about this move and I haven't been sleeping much as we drive across the country. For one thing, I'm kind of on the scrawny side, I'm only 5'4" and 125 pounds, and I've got short, sandy colored hair and brown eyes. Girls have always told me I'm cute but I'm going to be starting a new school and not looking forward to being a little guy. At home, I was on the soccer and wrestling teams and I had friends that I'd known all my life, who would watch my back, now I'm going to be alone. I'm also gay. I haven't told anyone yet and god knows what might happen if anyone figures out that the skinny little new boy is a homo. God damn you dad, thanks for nothing. It took us four days to drive out to California and when we pulled up to our new house, the movers where already there, unloading the truck. The house was smaller than our home in Tennessee but it's just me and mom now so I guess we don't really need the space, still it was pretty cool. I was checking out my new room when something caught my eye out in the front yard. I looked through the window and saw my mom talking to a couple and their son. I couldn't take my eyes off of the boy, he looked to be about 17, he was tall, at least 6 feet and I'd guess 160 pounds. He had dark hair that he shaved for the summer but it was starting to grow back enough that you could tell the color. He was also really muscular, you could tell from the way his t-shirt fit him that he was ripped. He was so gorgeous I was almost drooling. I snapped out of my trance and ran down stairs; I had to meet this guy. I walked up to my mom and she put her arm around my shoulder. "Oh, here he is," said mom, "This is my son, Matthew, Matthew these are our neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Tailor and their son, Mickey." I shook hands with the Tailors and then turned my attention to Mickey. "How's it going?" Mickey asked. "Ok I guess," I replied. "Cool," said Mickey. Ok, I know it wasn't exactly Shakespeare, but what did you expect me to say? My mom talked to the Tailors for a few more minutes and then Mr. Tailor and Mickey offered to help us unload the boxes in mom's SUV. I kept checking Mickey out, while trying not to be too obvious. I loved watching him bend over, he had the hottest ass and sometimes his shirt would lift up enough for me to see his underwear. I could tell he was wearing white, Jockey briefs or boxer-briefs and I could just picture how good he would look wearing nothing else. Most of our stuff was handled by the movers and we had our SUV unloaded in no time. We thanked Mickey and his dad for their help, then mom and I started to unpack. I was pretty busy over the next week, it was still summer but mom had meetings to go to at the college and left me notes on chores she wanted me to finish while she was gone. I ended up unpacking most of the kitchen stuff, everything in my room and waited for the satellite guy to install our new dish. When I did have free time, my thoughts would drift to Mickey and more than once, my hand found its way into my underwear. I was surprised when Mickey knocked on my door that Friday. My mom was at work and I wasn't expecting any company but I was pleased to see him. I didn't think we'd be friends; he's going to be a senior when school starts and I'll only be a freshman, why would he want to hang out with me? When Mickey asked if I wanted to come outside and toss the football around with him, I jumped at the chance. We played catch for about an hour and I think Mickey was surprised that I could throw a pass so far for someone my size. After that we sat on the lawn and talked a bit. "You've got a pretty good arm," said Mickey, "are you going to try out for the freshman team?" "Nah, football's not really my thing and my mom's always worried I'll get hurt," I replied. "That's too bad, you've got a really good arm," said Mickey, "are you into any other sports?" "Yeah, I play a little soccer and I was on the wrestling team back home," I replied." "That's cool, are you any good?" he asked. "I'm not bad at soccer but I'm best at wrestling," I replied. "Oh yeah? We'll see about that," said Mickey, with a grin. Before I could ask what he meant, Mickey pounced on me and we began to roll around in the grass. I think he was taking it easy on me at first, he had a huge size advantage over me and when he got tired of playing he simply rolled over and pinned me. He used his body to hold me down and held my wrists over my head with one of his hands. "Didn't your momma teach you not to wrestle with bigger guys?" Mickey joked. "I think she might have mentioned it once or twice," I smirked. "Yeah, you get into a position like this and this is likely to happen," said Mickey as he started to tickle me. I was laughing so hard I felt like I was going to piss myself and the friction from rubbing against him was giving me a boner. The last thing I wanted was for Mickey to know I was getting hard. Fortunately I broke out of his grasp and was able to roll onto my stomach before he noticed anything. At the same time, my mom drove up and got out of the car. She waved at us then asked us to help bring in the groceries, I was able to adjust myself and no one was the wiser. Over the next couple of weeks I hung out with Mickey a couple times a week. Like me, he was an only child and I think he liked having a "little brother," to goof around with. A month after we arrived in California, my mom got a call from a colleague back in Tennessee, one of her friends had passed away and she needed to fly back for the funeral. Mom was pretty upset, I guess they had been close, and was trying to make arrangements but she didn't know what to do with me. I tried to convince her that I was a big boy and she could leave me alone for a few days but she was worried that something might happen and I didn't really know anyone in our new town. In the end we reached a compromise. Mom agreed to leave me at home but made arrangements with the Tailors to have Mickey sleep over. I was a little embarrassed that Mickey would have to babysit me but mom said that she had made it clear that she just wanted someone to keep me company so I wouldn't be alone in a strange new town. Mickey brought his stuff over just as mom's cab showed up to take her to the airport. Once he'd put his things in the guest room, we hung out like we normally did. Mickey's parents took us out to dinner that night and afterwards they dropped us in front of my house. We decided to get ready for bed then meet in the living room to watch a movie. I came downstairs in a t shirt and my pajama bottoms but to my surprise, and pleasure, Mickey was in his underwear. He had on white Jockey briefs and he looked amazing. I loved the way his tight fitting underwear hugged his cute butt and when he turned around I got my first look at his package. Even soft, his cock looked big and I could only imagine what it would be like hard. "Is that all you're going to wear?" I asked. "Yeah, that's all I ever sleep in during the summer," he replied, "Doesn't bother you, does it?" "No, it's cool," I answered. We settled down to watch our movie but I kept stealing glances at Mickey. His body was so ripped, he had big arms, a flat six-pack stomach, and the bulge in his undies was sending all sorts of ideas through my head. The next day we just hung out like normal but at bed time, I left my pajamas in my room and came downstairs in my white Hanes briefs. Mickey didn't say anything; he just smiled at me then put his arm around my shoulder as we watched TV on the couch. I started to think this was a bad idea, having Mickey's arm around me and being so close to him, was making me stiff. I was so embarrassed I almost wanted to cry. I had a full hardon and my underwear were tenting out like a circus tent. "Don't worry about it," said Mickey, as he patted my shoulder. He looked down and I followed his gaze to his own crotch, he was just as hard as I was. Mickey winked at me and I was able to calm down and watch the rest of the movie. The next night, Mickey's girl friend came over and he asked me if they could have some private time. I was hurt, I thought that being hard next to me, the way he was the night before, meant that he liked me but now he was ditching me to be with a girl. I tried not to make it obvious that I was upset and just went to my room. Later, when I went to use the restroom, I heard some strange noises so I looked into the living room and saw them making out on the couch. My heart sunk and I just went to bed. I don't know how long I was asleep but it was still dark out when I woke up. I was startled at first because Mickey was lying in bed with me; he was propped up on his side, looking down at me. "Mickey, what are you doing?" I asked. Mickey reached over to the nightstand and turned on the light, than he kissed me. I resisted at first, mostly because I was disoriented, having just woken up, and secondly because I couldn't believe it was happening. Mickey didn't let up though; he kept his lips against mine and eventually pushed his tongue into my mouth. Once I relaxed, I decided to go with the flow and started sucking on his tongue. "Good boy," Mickey smiled as he came up for breath. I didn't ask any questions. Mickey was the fuel for my jerk off fantasy's and if he wanted to put his tongue in my mouth, I wasn't about to complain. I sucked on his tongue like a greedy little pup sucks at its mother's teat. "Do you like that Matty?" he asked. I just nodded my head. "You want some more?" he asked. Another nod. He put his tongue back in my mouth and I continued sucking while his hands roamed over my little chest. He tweaked my nipples then moved down, caressing my tummy, and then he groped me through my briefs. I moaned as he felt me up, no one had ever touched my dick before. I was so turned on that I felt like I might cum in my pants but then everything stopped. Mickey pulled away from me and sat on the edge of the bed. After a few seconds I crawled over and sat next to him. "Did, did I do something wrong?" I asked. "No Matty, you didn't do anything wrong, it was me," said Mickey. "What? But you didn't do anything wrong," I said. "I shouldn't have done that to you, it's just that Ashley got me so horny and then she had to go. Still, I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that," said Mickey. "But you didn't," I argued, "I liked it." "Really?" asked Mickey. "Yeah, I really, really liked it," I exclaimed. "Would you be willing to try something else?" Mickey asked. "Sure," I readily agreed. Mickey had me stand in front of him then he gently pushed me down on my knees. I was face to face with the bulge in his shorts. "Have you ever sucked a dick before?" asked Mickey. I just shook my head no; I was too entranced by the sight in front of me to talk. "We'll take it nice and easy then," said Mickey. He put his hand behind my neck and gently pulled me forward until my lips were touching the head of his cock through his briefs. I sat there with my lips on his package, not sure what to do. "Just kiss it a little," Mickey instructed. I puckered my lips and started to kiss the head of his cock. "Mmm, that's it, good boy," moaned Mickey. I was happy I was pleasing him and started to use my tongue, I basically applied the lessons from our kissing to his package. I started making out with Mickey's dick and when he was ready he reached into his underwear and pulled it out. It was big, at least 8 inches and fairly thick; I just stared at it at first. "Keep going, just like you were before," said Mickey. I kissed the spongy pink head then began to lick it. I liked the tasted and started to lick the shaft up and down, wanting to savor all the flavors. "Put it in your mouth," said Mickey. I did as I was told and wrapped my lips around the head. I held it there for a moment then started to lap at it with my tongue. "Mmmmm, yeah, good boy," Mickey moaned again. I felt like he was treating me like his faithful dog when he would say that but I loved having him in my mouth and wasn't going to complain. Instead, I continued sucking on the head and wagging my proverbial tail. "Move up and down on it," Mickey instructed. I did as I was told and started to bob up and down on Mickey's dick. I soon discovered that it really was quite thick and I could only take so much. Mickey had begun to buck his hips, trying to push deeper into me. He had his hand on the back of my head and kept pushing down. I didn't mind at first, but the deeper he got, the harder it got to breath and I started to panic. I tried to pull off but Mickey held me in place, I tried mumbling that I couldn't breathe but it's hard to speak with a cock down your throat. I was whimpering and trying to breath but it felt like my oxygen supply was being cut off. Tears welled up in my eyes and I started pounding my fists on Mickey's thighs. "Calm down Matty, its ok, just relax and breathe," said Mickey, soothingly. I tried to relax and was able to for a moment but then Mickey's cock just slipped in deeper and I began to gag again. I felt like I was about to pass out when all of a sudden Mickey's cock began to shoot its load down my throat, I had no choice but to swallow it. Mickey Let me go as he collapsed back on the bed after his cum. I gasped for breath as I doubled over and sucked in the much needed air. I had tears running down my face and was softly sobbing when Mickey put his arms around my and pulled me back up on the bed. He moved in to kiss me but I turned away, I felt cheap and used. "Hey what's the matter?" he asked, in a soft tone. "I couldn't breathe you jerk," I exclaimed, "Why did you do that to me?" "I'm sorry Matty," said Mickey, "it just felt so good, I don't know what came over me. Can you forgive me, please?" He moved in for another kiss, I turned away again but this time he kissed me on the cheek. "Come on Matty, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry if I scared you," said Mickey. I turned to look at him and he really did look like he was sorry. When he tried to kiss me this time, I laid there and let him stick his tongue in my mouth. It still felt good and he was being so gentle with me now, I couldn't help but bone up again. Mickey reached into my underwear and started to stroke my cock as we made out. I squeaked out a few soft moans and before long I was cumming in my shorts. Mickey smiled at me then pulled his hand out of my underwear, covered with my cum. He put his finger to my lips, pushed it gently into my mouth and I sucked his fingers clean. "That's my boy," he smiled at me. I spent the rest of the night snuggled up in Mickey's arms. I didn't know what to think, it had all been great at first and I even loved sucking his cock. I just didn't like the feeling of being unable to breathe and worse, I didn't like how Mickey had forced me to keep going. He did say he was sorry though and it sure felt good when he was jerking me off, maybe he really couldn't stop himself? I didn't think about it long, I was exhausted from the night's escapade and soon fell asleep. The next morning I woke up alone. I heard Mickey downstairs, so I got up and took a shower. When I was clean and dressed I headed down to the kitchen and discovered that Mickey had made breakfast. I sat down to eat and he came up behind me and kissed me on top of the head before sitting down to join me. The rest of the day after that was like normal, we hung out, played video games, and walked his dog, all like nothing had happened. By that night we were snuggling in our undies in front of the TV again. We watched TV for a while then Mickey started to absentmindedly play with my nipple. It tickled and when I started giggling, he turned his attention to me and started to kiss my neck. Although I didn't like gagging on his cock last night, I love the way he's able to manipulate my body, how he can pick me up in his strong hands and position me. Mickey kissed up my neck and into my mouth; we started tongue wrestling and feeling each other all over. Our hands came to rest on each other's packages and we each began to moan from the sensations we were feeling. Mickey rolled on his back, pulling me on top of him; instinctively I kissed my way down his body and once again, found myself on my knees, facing his cock. "Promise it won't be like last night?" I asked, as I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. "You have my word," said Mickey as he gently stroked my cheek. That was all the reassurance I needed, I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down and off his legs. I moved in close and started licking the head of his cock like I had the night before. Mickey put his hand behind me neck again and I sort of tensed up, but he was gentle and just massaged it while I worked on his cock. I sucked Mickey up and down and was able to take more of him in my mouth, comfortably, than I had the night before. I sucked on him for a while when he stopped me and told me to sit next to him on the couch. I did as I was told and he dropped to his knees and got between my legs. "Payback for being so good to me last night," Mickey smiled. He pulled my briefs down and started to kiss my thighs. I spread my legs wider and he kissed up further until his tongue came into contact with my balls and I let out a sharp yelp. No one had ever done that to me before and the pleasure came as something of a surprise. Mickey smiled, patted me on my tummy then started licking my cock the way I had his. I was proud of my five inches but it was small enough that Mickey was able to take me all the way in his mouth. The feelings were so intense that I couldn't hold out and I started to cum in his mouth. I laid back on the couch, coming down from my orgasm as Mickey kissed his way up my body. By the time his lips reached mine, I felt something poking at my bottom. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Just relax, this will only hurt for a minute," said Mickey. "Huh?" I asked. I didn't get an answer, at least not a verbal one. Instead Mickey pushed the head of his cock into me and I felt the head pop inside. I let out another sharp yelp, this one brought on both by surprise and pain. "Oh god, Mickey it hurts, take it out," I whined. "Just relax Matty, I promise it will feel good in a minute," said Mickey. "No, Mickey, please, please take it out," I cried. "Hey, it'll be ok, I promise," said Mickey as he reached up to caress my cheek. "Please Mickey, I don't want to do this," I whined. "Don't be scared," said Mickey as he leaned down and kissed me. He kissed me gently and rubbed up and down my back. It did actually make me relax; I stopped thinking about the pain coming from my bottom and concentrated on the kissing instead. When I had calmed down, Mickey pushed another couple of inches into me. I continued to whine and moan and let the tears run down my face but I stopped begging him to pull it out. I laid there and tried to relax and each time I did he'd push further into me. When I relaxed the pain would stop and there would be this good tingling feeling, it was enough of a pleasure that I endured the throbbing pain of his thrusts. By the time I felt his pubic hair brushing against my butt; it was like being impaled on a telephone pole. I stopped crying and Mickey wiped the tears off my cheek. "Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded meekly and he began to pull out and then push back in. He started slow and continually picked up the pace, before long he was fucking me like a jack rabbit and I was moaning like those whore's you see in porno movies. I wasn't feeling the pain anymore; instead his cock seemed to be hitting something inside me that drove me wild. I was thrusting my hips back trying to meet Mickey's, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me, all I wanted was his cock deep inside of me. He fucked me harder and faster, he fucked me so hard I could hear his balls slapping against my ass. He was pounding into me and then he hit that sweet spot and my dick started to squirt cum all over the two of us. I wasn't even touching it, whatever his dick was touching inside of me, it felt so good that my dick had gone off all on its own. My ass clenched around Mickey's cock that sent him over the edge as he showered my insides with his juices. We laid there in a heap of exhaustion. We were both so thoroughly satisfied and tired that we fell asleep right there where we'd collapsed. I was so satisfied that I even forgot to be mad at Mickey for forcing me to try this. My mom came home the next day and school started a few days after that. With school came football practice for Mickey and I decided to try out for the swim team. We still hung out every now and then but never had a chance to have sex. The one bright spot was that Mickey had a free period and was using that to serve as a teacher's aide for my gym coach. A couple of weeks into the school year, we were heading out to the field to play football when an early storm broke and rain started to fall. Coach decided to move everyone into the gym and asked Mickey to have a student help him take the balls back to the equipment room in the back of the locker room. Of course, Mickey picked me. We made small talk as we walked back, passing other teachers and students but once we were alone in the locker room, Mickey pounced. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against him, he kissed me passionately and hard. "God I've missed you Matty," he groaned as he tilted my head back and kissed my neck. "I missed you too Mickey," I exclaimed. Mickey yanked my gym shorts and jock strap down to my ankles; I pulled down his shorts and started rubbing his cock. He took me down on the hard bench and got between my legs, we kept kissing. Mickey sat up and pulled his underwear down to his knees, he started jacking his cock, getting as much precum as he could and smearing it into his shaft. I laid back jerking off and lusting for Mickey. "Mmmm, fuck me Mickey," I moaned. "Yeah? You wanna get fucked baby?" he asked. "Oh god yeah, fuck me Mickey," I moaned. Mickey laid down on top of me and pushed the head of his cock into me. It still hurt at first and I let out a loud moan. It was then that Mickey remembered there are vents leading from the locker room into the main gym. In order to keep anyone from hearing us, Mickey stuffed the pouch of my jockstrap into my mouth then tied the strap around my head. There was no time for a slow effort to push his dick into me; instead Mickey was pounding me with short, sharp thrusts, driving his dick inside. Mickey fucked me hard and I moaned through my gag, we were so turned on we didn't hear anyone come into the locker room. "Coach said to tell you guys to hurry up and..." said my friend Marc. Marc stopped in mid-sentence when he rounded the corner and found me with my jockstrap in my mouth and Mickey on top of me with his cock in my ass. Marc's mouth was agape; we were all frozen, wondering what would happen next. Marc, was the first to come to his senses, he grabbed his crotch then grinned at us. To be continued... Well what do you think so far? Do you want to hear what happens next? Email me and let me know what you think at hailcaesar2011@hotmail.com