Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2003 18:04:35 +0000
From: wadewrightaz@yahoo.com
Subject: Mike & Mike, Part One

Mike & Mike
Part One

By Wade Wright


	Little Mike stood about 6'2" and Big Mike stood about 5'8".  See,
Little Mike was really the bigger Mike and Big Mike was really the littler
Mike.  Little Mike is the nephew of Big Mike.  When Little Mike was born,
Big Mike was just Mike.  But to keep things clear, everybody started
calling the Uncle Mike, Big Mike, and the baby boy, Little Mike.  Now
Little Mike is 18 years old, 6'2" tall, 195 pounds and built kind of like a
lumberjack, and maybe for a good reason.  Big Mike is 45 years old, stands
5'8", weighs in at about 145 pounds, and is build just about like everybody
else in the family, and maybe for a good reason.
	Now for quite a few years, everything was OK.  Little Mike was
Little Mike and Big Mike was Big Mike.  But then Little Mike kept growing,
and of course Big Mike had long ago reached his full height.  But, no body
bothered to quite calling Little Mike, Little Mike--and--anyway you get the
picture!  One Mike is big, the wrong one, and the other one is little, and
again the wrong one.
	As Little Mike kept getting taller and taller, the normal scuttle
but around the town, if you can call a group of about 300 people a town,
that just maybe, there could be a far out chance, that some new blood had
finally been introduced into the blood line.  When Little Mike reached
5'7", then 5'8", then 5'9" and finally all the way up to 6'2", there was a
pretty good assumption around town that one of those lumberjacks from up on
the side of the mountain just might have made a visit to town a few years
ago.  Everybody looked at the build, the facial features and all of the
other little things about Little Mike that simply did not quite fit into
the Wheatrow's family make-up.
	Now Big Mike, Little Mike's uncle, as a brother of Little Mike's
Dad, did fit all of the normal family structure.
	It was kind of a common agreement all around town that yea--there
was some new blood in the family finally.  At least it affected the body
build, and maybe, just maybe the next injection of some different blood
might make some difference in the 'smarts' section of the clan.
	Little Mike was always a great guy to be around, fun to talk to, do
stuff with, and not have to fight any to stay one or two steps ahead of him
in the thinking area.  Nice guy, just a little too bad he picked up the
'not so high IQ aspects' of the Wheatrows.
	Now Big Mike never really considered himself a relative to Little
Mike, once Little Mike kind of grew up some.  Big Mike felt that since
Little Mike really did have to be a branch from one of the lumberjacks, and
not his brother's son, then there really was no relationship connection
there.  He realized that if that is true, then that is probably one of the
few non-relationship situations in that town for probably the last 75 or 80
years.
	Big Mike did not feel that there was any kin-ship there, but he
never let anybody else know his feelings since he liked having Little Mike
around him.  That "family-ship" attraction rather started when Little Mike
was about maybe 15 or 16 years old, and was already taller than himself.
Up until then, Big Mike could have cared less about Little Mike, where he
was, what he was up to or any other aspect of his life.  But as Little Mike
started getting to be the bigger Mike, and was still a little young kid,
Big Mike really started taking a genuine interest in him.  Little Mike's
Mom and Dad were really very thankful for the help and the attention that
Big Mike gave to Little Mike, since they already had their hands full,
taking care of the other seven kids.  One less at the dinner table was
never a problem.  Two of the kids were younger than Little Mike, and ever
since Little Mike started growing up, the entire town kept a stern vigil on
the those two kids to see just what type of a growth process they would
each have.  So far, back to the Wheatrow's normal, average, no unusual
growth pattern.
	Just standing around town, listening to the grocery store or
filling station gossip, quite a number of the town's upper citizens, or so
they thought, were kind of disappointed that the enjoyable topic of "which
lumberjack this time", did not seem to be an appropriate conversation.
Some of the more vocal individuals rather expressed their disgust that such
an opportunity passed by, was just not the thing for the town to have to
suffer through.  Hey, every burg needs it's reasons to talk, and Little
Mike's Mom was not co-operating!
	Big Mike often took Little Mike fishing, mushroom hunting, cave
exploring, or maybe the more 'in-town' stuff like playing pool, or letting
him hang out with him at the local bar.  "We-town Bar" was not particular
about the age of the people in the bar.  The owner figured that it was
probably better having the little kids in there while Mommy and Daddy
drank, than to have them at home all by themselves.  As Little Mike kept
getting bigger and bigger, he started getting more and more attention from
the other drinkers in the bar.  Once in awhile one of the guys would slip a
little extra into Little Mike's coke, and then really win Little Mike over
as a friend.
	Little Mike's growth pattern, being a little bigger than the normal
kid, and later, bigger than most of the men, seemed to be a big turn on or
attraction to most of the guys that hung out at the We-town Bar.  When Big
Mike started bringing Little Mike into the bar, hardly anybody noticed that
he was there.  As the time and the growth went on, and Little Mike really
started getting tall, more and more guys paid attention to him.  It has
been heard that some of the men would make comments about how they wished
their own boy had grown up so big and strong like Little Mike had.  The
grown men would challenge Little Mike into a game of arm wrestling even if
they already knew that they could easily take the boy down.  Big Mike did
not object to this happening.  He felt that it was good experience for
Little Mike to help him grow into a full fledged man.
	Big Mike had a small two bedroom house right in the middle of town.
The building had originally started out as a storage shed for a hardware
store, but when the hardware store burned to the ground one day, Big Mike
made a deal with the land owner that he would take care of the mess, get
the burned stuff out of there, and get the place all cleaned up again, if
he would then give the small property, which had the shed on it, to him.
Deal done!  Mess all cleaned up, property back in decent order, papers
signed, and the little shed was Big Mike's.  Over the next 10 or 12 years,
Big Mike just kept building on to the shed one bit at a time.  When he
built on the second bedroom, that became the scuttle butt of the town.
	'Why does Mike need a second bedroom on his house?  There simply is
no reason he needs another bedroom on that place!'  Oh! the controlling
factors of some busy bodies!  The building of the second bedroom, just by
coincidence, started at just about the same time as when Big Mike started
noticing how nicely built Little Mike was starting to be.  Maybe, just
maybe Big Mike was not without the mental capacities as so many others
thought.  Big Mike's life was a bachelor, educated only to the eight grade,
and his major income was general labor work, whenever somebody needed help.
He could help the little old ladies plow up their gardens, help put a roof
on whenever necessary, thank goodness for the big wind storms he would
often say, he could replace broken windows, or just board them up, which
happened often, or do any number of other stuff when necessary.  He was a
good guy to have around town.
	Working this way also let Big Mike have better control of his own
time, since he quite often liked to go into the county seat town,
Flatsburg, for a night or two.  Nobody, anyway all of those that tried to
figure out such stuff, could ever figure out just why he would do that.  No
relatives in Flatsburg.  What in the world does he do there, and why does
he go there.  He doesn't know anybody there, does he?  Well if so, who is
it?  Why don't we know anything about somebody he knows there?  Many of his
fellow townsmen have tried in one sneaky way or another to find out just
why he does that, but Big Mike always fails to tell them just why.  The
secrecy of his actions created that much more anxiety in everybody's minds.
	Whenever possible, Big Mike would have Little Mike help him on the
house.  The second bedroom had been the last add-on, and the inside of it
was not yet complete.
	It was a hot and muggy August afternoon and Big and Little Mike
were working on the interior of the "new" bedroom.
	Being hot and humid, both "men" had their shirts off. Sweat was
running down both their chests and their backs.  Little Mike had a pair of
old cut-off jeans on, and Big Mike had a pair of sloppy "uniform" style
pants on.  The top of both pair of pants, the cut-offs and the uniform
pants, was wet with sweat.
	"Little Mike," Big Mike stated, toward his nephew.  "You know guy,
you are now a pretty big guy now, aren't you?  You grew up pretty big
didn't you?  Are you kind of tired of everybody always calling you "Little
Mike" since you are really bigger than most everybody else?"
	"Yea Big Mike.  I am kind of wondering why I'm the little one when
everybody else is smaller than I am.  I'm bigger than all the guys that
don't go to school any more, but I always figured that was because all the
teachers must have liked me a lot, because they always let me stay in their
room for another year so that I could stay with them some more, and they
made all the rest of the kids leave.  I guess they all ran out of teachers
that would let them stay in their classes, so they had to leave.  They
didn't have any place to go to.  So anyway, I get to go back again next
fall even though I'm a lot bigger than even the teachers are.
	"Well you know Little Mike, I thought maybe you might be getting
tired of being called Little Mike, I'm getting real tired of calling you
Little Mike.  You are probably the tallest guy in any of these parts,
you've got more muscle on you that three or four guys together, and I just
think calling you Little Mike if kind of stupid now.  When it's just you
and me, just us by ourselves, I'm going to start calling you 'Stud'.  You
are a stud.  Do you know what a stud is?  You look like a stud.  I think
you should be called "Stud".
	"Yea, I know what a stud is.  It's that big black horse that
Mr. Denny has over at his place.  Do you think I look like a horse?  Why do
you want to call me a horse?"
	"No, no Mike!  A stud is more than just a horse.  It's also a man
that is really built good and strong and has a lot of muscles on himself.
That's why I want to call you a stud.  You are built good and strong and
you have a lot of muscles on you.  You are kind of built like Mr. Denny's
horse though, aren't you.  Big and strong.  So both of you are studs!"  Now
we are going to have to just do this when it's just you and I, OK?  When we
have other people around, we can't do that.  Understand?"
	"Yea, I understand.  Just when it's only you and I, right?
	"Right!  And also I'd kind of like it if during those times, when
it's just you and me, that you start calling me "Daddy".  I'm old, --way
old enough to be your Daddy, and since you and I spend more time together
than you and your Daddy do, I think that would be fun.  OK?  Now of course
we can only do that when it's only us.  We don't want anybody wondering why
we are calling each other these funny names.  Right?"
	"Yea, that's OK. Yea, I understand.  Hey, Daddy, --oh man that
feels funny to call you Daddy, can I ask you something?"
	"Yea, sure you can. What?"
	"Well, since you mentioned Daddy, I need to ask you something!  One
day Jimmy told me that I am not really Daddy's boy.  Mickey and Tommy were
there and they said Jimmy is right.  They said everybody knows I'm not
really his.  Are they right?  Who's kid am I if I'm not his?"
       	"Hey, Stud, yea --that does feel funny using the new name doesn't
it?  Stud, I don't think it really matters, does it?  I don't really know.
Yea--you are a big tall guy, you have filled out real well.  Your Daddy
feels you are his, he has always treated like you are his, right?  Does it
really matter to you?"
	"Well, no I guess it don't, but if I'm not really his, who is my
Daddy?  I mean other than you, since I am now going to be calling you
Daddy?"
	"Stud, I really do not know.  If you are really your Dad's kid,
then you were very lucky in pulling out some family genes that none of the
rest of us ever got.  If you do happen to be the boy of some other guy,
then I am sure there is a good reason, and I think you ought to be glad
that he was obviously a very good looking and a very well built stud.  Oh,
there's that word--Stud!  Your Daddy must have been a really big strong
guy.  If that is the case, you inherited some damn good genes to make you
with.  Stud, I would not worry about it.  From wherever and whatever, you
got the good stuff and I think you should just be glad you look like you
do.  You look good enough that you are going to be having guys and gals all
over you when you are out.  If Jimmy or anybody else says anything about
this again, just tell them that if so, then your Daddy must be a really
good looking stud, because look at what you are turning into.  That will
shut their mouths up!"
	"Yea, OK.  I understand, but you just said something that I'm
really confused about.  You said I'd have guys and gals all over me.
Aren't guys only supposed to be around girls?  Why would a guy be all over
me?"
	"Wow Stud.  Let me see if I can help you understand some stuff
about life!  Stud, you are hot.  That means that you are a very good
looking and exciting guy.  There are guys that like girls, there are girls
that like guys, then there are the guys that like just guys and there are
girls that like girls.  Which are you, do you know?  Do you think you like
to be with guys or girls better?
	"Oh Daddy, you are getting me all confused!  I like being around
girls, I guess part of the time, and I like being around guys too.  Being
with the guys, I can just be goofy and be me, myself.  Around the girls, I
always feel like I have to be too nice."
	"OK, like when you are at the swimming hole, which do you try to be
closer to? The guys swimming or the girls?"
	"Oh the guys!  We like to try and pull each others shorts off."
	"Has that ever happened?  Have you ever gotten some other guy's
shorts pulled off?"
	"Well a bunch of them did it to me one day, but I've never pulled
another guy's shorts off.  One guy just took his off while he was still in
the water.  Then he threw them at me.  And he told me to smell them, but I
didn't know why.  That was Howie, the guy I went to town with last summer."
	"When this group got your shorts off, then what happened?"
	"Well two of them really got all funny acting and was really trying
to hug me a lot.  One of them tried to grab my hands and the other one was
grabbing my peter then.  The other guy, he kind of just left us alone once
they made me naked. "
	"What did you do?  Did it make you mad or anything when they got
you all naked?"
	"No I did not get mad.  I thought it was kind of fun out there,
outdoors all naked."
	"Did you get out of the water when you had no shorts on?
	"Well yea, I had to.  They started throwing my shorts back and
forth between all of them.  I had to run around and try to get them back.
They kept saying stuff about my peter flying back and forth when I ran.  It
had to.  I did not have any pants on.  One time one of the guys grabbed me
around the waist and my peter started to get hard and then I got all
ashamed of myself.  I had to hide it the best that I could.  But I could
not do that.  I didn't have anything to hide it with.  That's when one of
the other guys came over and kind of kissed it.  That really made if big.
I guess I was not used to somebody else touching it."
	"So did that guy just kind of kiss it?  Did he do anything else to
it?"
	"Yea, he bit it!  I guess he did not bite it too hard since there
were no funny marks on it, but it still kind of hurt when he did that."
	 "So what did you do then?"
	"Well, I looked at it and found out that he had not really hurt it
any, so I told him to do it again. It kind of felt good once I knew he was
not really biting it any."
	"What were the other guys doing while this was going on?"
	"Well, one guy still had me all hugged around the waist and the
other guy then started pinching my tits.  That kind of felt good too,
unless he did it too rough.  He did once and I kind of yelled, and they
told me not to hell anymore or they would put a rag in my mouth.  So I kept
quiet.  I was afraid that if I had a rag in my mouth, then I would not be
able to breath.  And the other guy, he was trying to see if he could get
all of my peter in his mouth."
	"Did he?"
	"Almost all of it, but it kept getting bigger and bigger the whole
time he was trying, and I guess he didn't want me pushing on his face
because I did, and he had to tell me to stop.  It made my peter feel really
good, and that is why I kept trying to help him do it."
	"Who were these guys, and when was this?"
	"Oh, they are some of the guys that are working on that highway
bridge down the highway.  I found that out because of the uniforms they had
there.  They did that to me early this summer right after we got out of
school.  That was one of the first times that I had gone swimming this
summer.  I've gone swimming with them about four times since then.  They
don't gang up on me anymore.  They don't have to hold my hands down anymore
when that one guy wants to see again if he can get all of my peter in his
throat.  I figured it didn't hurt me the first time, I'll just let him keep
trying.  I even asked him to do it once because I remembered it felt really
good.  He got real happy when I asked him to do that!"
	"How old are these guys.  Are they old like me or young like you?"
	"Oh, they're not as old as you, but they are older than me.  I
guess they are all smart guys because they said they were working on this
bridge while they were out of school for the summer.  They asked me if I go
to school, and I told them that I was still going, because Mrs. Kelly
wanted me to come back for one more year to keep her happy.  They said they
go to a college, and I told them that they are the first guys I've ever met
that went to a college.  I told them that nobody from around here ever goes
to a college. They told me that when they are in school they all live in
one big building with a lot of guys in it.  I thought that sounded like a
lot of fun!  I asked that one guy, the one that tries to put my peter in
his mouth, if he ever does that to any other guys, and he said that, yea,
he does, whenever he can.  I guess if there are a lot of guys living there,
so he can probably do that a lot."
	"Are you going to be going swimming with these guys any more?"
	"I might.  They have been down at the ole swimming hole on Saturday
afternoons the last couple of weeks.  They might be there Saturday again."
	"Have any of them had you try and put their peter in your mouth?"
	"Oh, yea!  That one guy, the big one, he's bigger than me.  He
wanted me to do it one day, but I was afraid to because I had never done
that before and did not know what to do.  I did kind of look at his peter
and really wanted to see what it might feel like in my mouth, but I was too
afraid.  So I told him that I would maybe do it later, sometime.  He just
said OK.  But I haven't done it to him yet.  Do you think I should do it?
I don't know if I should do it.  I don't want to hurt him or anything."
	"Hey Stud, if you want to do it, it's OK.  You won't hurt him any.
Are you going to?  Do you want to do that?"
	"Yea, I think I do want to.  Yea, I really know that I want to, but
I just don't know what he expects me to do.  They have fun when they try on
mine, so I thought maybe it might be fun for me too, if I tried on one of
theirs."
	 "Do you think it might help you if maybe you tried on mine first.
Just so you can kind of know what to do and how to do it so that you feel
more comfortable doing it to him?"
	"Uhhh, could I maybe?"
	Daddy had finally hit the time that he had been looking forward to.
He had known for quite some time now that he would get to be playing with
the young thing, and it looked like the day had finally come.  Some
learning and some teaching was in store.
	"OK Stud, now the things that we are going to be doing is only for
us to know about,-- all by ourselves. OK?  What we do, is nobody else's
business.  Can you remember that?  You've heard of people having sex
together right?  Well, that is what we are going to be doing, and when
people have sex together, it's only their business and nobody else's. OK?
Understand?  You know most people don't think two guys should have sex
together, especially when they are related, and even though we don't know
for sure if we really are related or not, but we just can't tell anybody
about us doing this with each other, OK.  What we do together is just our
private stuff.  OK?"
	"Yea, I understand Daddy.  You are going to be my Daddy and teach
me how to do big people stuff right, Daddy?"
	"Right Stud! And you are my Stud.  Let's get our pants off."
	As they pulled their pants off, Daddy found out that his stud boy
was truly excited about doing this.  He was supporting a strong hard-on.
"Hey, Stud, looks like to me, this getting together like this with me is
kind of getting you all excited, right?"
	"Yea, I guess I am.  When I don't have any pants on, and especially
when the guys are around me when I'm all naked, my peter does that."
	"Well Stud, that is very normal.  Don't be ashamed of yourself when
that happens.  That just shows that you like what is happening.  Now
instead of calling our peters, 'peter', lets start calling them either our
"cocks" or our "dicks."  Little boys call theirs peter.  We are big guys
now, lets call them our cock or our dick. OK?"
	"OK, got it!  I wondered why the guys kind of laughed at me when I
called it my peter.  I guess they all call theirs a cock or a dick, right?"
	"Right.  See, my cock did the same thing as yours.  I like what is
happening , so mine got big too.  That's called an erection or a hard-on.
Usually, especially when you are having sex with someone, you call it your
hard-on.  Feel it!  See, like yours, it's feels hard doesn't it?  That is
why they call it hard.  Hey stick yours right up here beside mine.  Yours
is bigger isn't it?  See, I told you that you are a hunk. You might be a
young guy yet, but you sure are built like a man.  I think you and I just
might have some fun together doing this stuff, helping you learn so that
you know when you are with those guys or somebody else."
	"I'm liking this!  I've heard other guys talk about having sex with
someone, but I always thought that they were talking about with a girl, and
I just never kind of got too excited about doing that.  I did not know that
two guys could do it together.  You know Sammy, the guy that works over at
the mill?  He has talked about having sex before, but I always thought he
was wanting a girl to have sex.  Now that I know that boys can do it
together too, I wonder if maybe he was wanting me to do it with him.  I
think he would be fun to have sex with don't you Daddy?"
	"Yea, Stud I sure do.  Sammy is a really hot looking guy.  He looks
like he would be real fun to have sex with.  If you and he talk about it
again, you let me know what he says, OK. If he acts again like he wants to
do something with you, you go ahead and do it, and then you tell me what he
did, OK?  Now just remember you can't tell him though that you and I have
had sex together.  You could tell him about he guys at the swimming hole
though.  OK?  You can tell him that those guys have played with you, OK?"
	"Yea, I'll tell you if we talk about it some more, or if he says he
wants to have sex with me.  Hey, Daddy, if a guy puts his hands on you in a
lot of different places, do you think that means that he wants to have sex
with you?  Sammy does that a lot to me when we are close to each other.
Over at the restaurant, when he is there and I have to go to the restroom,
he always kind of comes in with me.  He doesn't take a pee, he just watches
me and then hands me a paper towel.  Do you think he was wanting to touch
it?  One time he spilled some cookie crumbs down here on my pants and he
wanted to clean me up.  He took a long time doing it.  He was kind of
hitting my thing with his hand and it was making it hard.  I had to tell
him to stop.  I wonder if he was trying to get me to know that he was
wanting me to go someplace with him and then maybe have sex?  Do you think
so?"
	"Yea, Stud.  That is what I was talking about earlier when I told
you that a lot of guys and gals were going to be all over you.  Maybe after
we are done this afternoon, you will understand a little better why guys
will be trying to get you to have sex with them.  A lot to them are going
to think that you could be a really fun thing to play with, and you will
have to know how to decide which ones you want to play with and which ones
you don't want to play with.  All of the guys that you have been swimming
with, you think you would want to play, or have sex that is, with all of
them?  Sammy, you think you would want to play with him?"
	"Yea, I kind of like being around the guys that I swim with when I
don't have any pants on.  Sammy put my hand on his pants once, and I felt
his thing get big.  Do you think he wanted me to kiss it when he did that?
I'll bet that if I had taken it out of his pants, it would have gotten
really big, right?"
  	"It probably would have, Stud.  How big was it while it was in his
pants?"
	"Oh, I think it was kind of like mine maybe.  It felt nice to me.
I felt Rich's once.  He did the same thing. He put my hand down there one
day when we were sitting beside each other in the restaurant.  His felt
like it was real tiny.  I could not hardly feel anything.  Sammy's I could
really feel.  I wish now I had looked at it.  Rich's, I really don't care
if I see it or not.  I don't I care if I see his or not, but yea, I want to
see Sammy's.  Maybe give it a kiss to let him know that I kind of like
him."
	"That is what you call manhood, Stud.  You like big dicks.  You
have a big dick, and you like to feel and see big dicks on other guys.
That is real normal, don't worry about that any.  The guys you swim with,
how big are their cocks?"
	"One guy, he's got kind of a funny one. It's real fat, but not very
long.  He can't swing his like the other guys can.  They grab ahold of them
and act like they are lassos.  They swing them around in the air.  They are
always wanting me to grab ahold of them when they do that."
		"Well, tell you what Stud.  Today we are going to let you
find out just what to do with it when they want you to grab it, OK?  We are
going to have you all prepared to do whatever they want, when you get back
swimming with them, OK?
	"Sure, Daddy.  I want to know what to do.  I want to be like them.
They are nice guys!"
	"OK Stud, I'm going to swing mine around like you said the guys at
the swimming hole do.  As I swing it, you grab ahold of it, and then
squeeze it.
	Good boy!  Now squeeze it so that I feel it a lot.  You won't hurt
me, so don't be afraid to really squeeze it.  Good boy!  Now, just open
your mouth a little and put the tip of my dick in the front of your mouth.
Don't be afraid of it.  You are the one that has the teeth there.  My dick
will not bite you.  And, it's not going to shock you.  Just open you mouth
and kind of slide the tip of it in.  Good boy!  See, nothing bad happens.
It's just something that you have never done before, so it is kind of
strange to your right now.  Now, breath through your nose and just let my
dick slide back into your mouth.  Good!  Hey you are doing good!  I'm going
to move toward you just a little so that I can get more of my dick in
there.  You feeling OK?  You having fun sucking and chewing on your Daddy's
dick?  You feel like a man today, getting another man's dick in your mouth
like the big boys do?  OK, now I'm going to put my hands on the back of
your head just so that I can move my dick in and out of your mouth a
little.  Good man.  You are doing me just great!  Stud, this is what they
call a blow job.  So if anybody asks you if you want a blow job, they mean
do you want to put your dick in their mouth and let them suck on it!  You
are giving your Daddy a blow job, and it is feeling good to me.  Let me
push it back in there as far as I can.  Good boy.  Open the back of our
mouth!  You liking this?"
	Stud is trying to tell his Daddy that, "Yes", he does like it, but
trying to tell him that while having about 8" of cock in his mouth is a
little hard to do.  Daddy continues to grab ahold of Stud's head so that he
can create some real movement on his dick.  He realizes that to come in
Stud's mouth the first time that Stud has a dick in his mouth might scare
him, so Daddy is making sure he does not get too excited, but is enjoying
the first of many lessons that he has been looking forward to.  Not too
much work getting done on the bedroom today, but that has become the least
of Daddy's concerns at this time.
	"Good boy!  Good boy!  Does my Stud want to take it out now and
stand up?"  Daddy's question is not immediately responded to, which he
feels is a good thing, since that means that Stud is having a good time on
his dick, and has lost all of his fear about putting it in his mouth.
	Daddy put his hands under the arm pits of Stud and raised him up,
and off of his dick.
	"OK man!  You did a great job.  You learn fast.  Now I am going to
be the one on the bottom and let you put your dick in my mouth and you can
tell me if I can take it farther into my mouth than your swimming friend
can. OK?"
	"Good, I want to see if you can take more of me than that other guy
can.  Do you want me to just stand here, or do you want me to push like I
do on him?"
	"Right now Stud, you just stand there and let me put my face on it.
If I need you to push on it, I'll grab ahold of your body an pull you
toward me, OK?"
	"OK, hey I like this.  It was fun with him, but with you, it's kind
of totally different.  With you, it's like more important to me that I let
you swallow as much of me as I can.  Have you done this a lot of times,
Daddy?  Have you sucked on a lot of guys dicks, Daddy?"
	Yea Stud.  I've done this a lot of times.  You always want to do it
as often as possible so that you always remember how to do it. OK?"
	"Yea, Daddy.  Now that I know what I am supposed to do, Ill have to
find a lot of guys that I can do this to, so that I won't forget how,
right?"
	"Yea, right Stud, but you know you can always use me, since I want
to help you as much as I can.  I'll always be here for you, Stud."
	Daddy got down in front of Stud and finally started doing what he
had been looking forward to for years now.  He is finally putting Stud's
dick in his mouth.  He knew that someday it would happen, and having him
over to work on the bedroom together had certainly paid off in the way that
he had hoped.  Pre-planning works!
	Daddy was proud of Stud's dick.  It was big!  I was thick and
longer than most dicks that he has ever played with.  As he slid Stud's
dick into his mouth, he admitted to himself that he was already anxious to
take Stud with him to Flatsburg as soon as possible.  He wanted to be able
to show him, and his dick off to all of the guys at the playhouse there.
They had all heard about him, they knew he was an up and comer, but with no
prior action under the table, nobody knew for sure if he was going to be a
contender for action or not.
	Today Daddy knew he had a boy that was going to fit into the
Daddy/Boy action very well.  Now all he needed was to get Stud a little
more experience, a little more knowledge of how things work, and make sure
he completely understands that the new and different life style that he is
about to start, will have to be a total secret, except for the guys in
Flatsburg.