Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2005 10:52:14 +0000 (GMT) From: roy p...... Subject: Wanker parts 3 and 4 Parts 3 and 4 of Mike's new friendship story, a friendship that teaches him a lot about himself. If you like it, please tell me, it makes it all worth while. 3 Mike stood up, still holding the dog's lead, and offered the boy a hand to help him up. His jeans and denim jacket were caked in wet mud down the back. "What am I going to tell my mum?" he said. "The dog ran away, and you fell over chasing it." "Yes!" "Then a dashing young paperboy came and caught the dog, and you fell in love with him!" "You're making fun of me now." "Isn't it true then?" "Yes." "So you are in love with me?" "Yes." They looked at each other. There wasn't anything else to say. Except Mike's "We gonna do it then?" The boy grinned. A huge, warm, cheesy grin. "Yeah!" They stayed behind the bush, the boy tied the dog lead to a small sapling, and stood beside Mike. Mike pushed his tracksuit bottoms and boxers down and said "Do me first!" "Yeah!" grinned the boy. Mike felt those soft cool fingers wrap round it and sighed. Beautiful. To and fro the hand went, every movement a sensation in itself. He watched the hand sliding his skin, saw the movements, felt the pleasure. Soft, cool, beautiful. He looked at the boy's face, studied it, appreciated it. Beautiful. The pressure built, the moment came. Warm ecstasy. The boy cooed as it came, spurted onto the leaves. He caught the last one in his hand, and lifted it to his face, smelled it, licked some of it off. "Mmmm!" he said. He lifted his hand to Mike, who wrinkled his nose at it. He shook the hand up to Mike's mouth, Mike touched it with his tongue and shook his head. The hand shook again, and Mike swiped it all up with his tongue. "Now me!" the boy said, dropping his opened jeans and pants to his knees. Mike leant forward and started, but was uncomfortable. He dropped to his knees, face level with the boy's cock, his hand working it, sliding the skin to and fro. The boy turned slightly, brought it closer. Mike shuddered at the idea, - revolting, filthy, queer, but he leant forward and touched it with his tongue. Sweet. Beautiful. He licked it, and the boy shuddered. He licked it again, not just up this time, but around, circled it with his tongue, touched it with his lips. He looked up. The boy's eyes were shut, his arms and body taught. He kept watching as he slipped it into his mouth, past his lips, his tongue running the underside, feeling the heartbeat in that thick vein underneath. The boy gasped and stopped breathing. The jet of hot sticky sweet and sour filled Mike's mouth, and slid down his throat. The boy was on tiptoes, quivering, shaking. More jets of hot, sweet, salty liquid. Mike licked the fully exposed head in his mouth, and the boy jumped, screaming at the top of his voice "AIEEEEEEEE!" Mike licked again, the boy quietly whimpered "nooooo." Three more times Mike licked, three more times the boy gasped, almost silently, "nooooo." Every time a little more spat into Mike's mouth. Then it was gone, pulled from him, his mouth was empty, apart from the taste. Beautiful. The boy looked down at him, and smiled. A smile so large and beautiful, it surpassed the sun for warmth. Mike stood, pulled up his clothes. The boy fastened his jeans. "What's your name?" "Dave. Yours?" "Mike." "Tomorrow, Mike." "No." "Oh?" "This afternoon, at half-four. I do the evening round as well." "Oh!" "An' tell your mum, you're stayin' at a friend's." "Right!" "See yer then!" "See yer!" Mike ran for the papersack, and ran off to finish his round. 'Maybe I am queer.' Mike thought. 'told you so! His brain replied. "We'll see tonight!" he said, as he pushed a copy of 'The Star' through the letterbox of number 43. 4 Mike would do his evening paper round before going home from school, he found it preferable as, once home, he didn't want to go out again, especially on a bad day. Still in his school uniform, looking a bit scruffy (there had been a bit of a fight at lunchtime, a matter of honour over a bit of name-calling aimed at him), he collected his papersack and left the shop. "Hello!" Mike spun round. The boy, Dave, was standing at the roadside. "Oh, Hi!" Mike hadn't exactly forgotten him, he just wasn't thinking about him at that moment. He'd thought about him a few times during his day at school, not deliberately, but the memory, the image of them together, had occurred during boring moments, of which there were always a few for Mike at school. He'd got hard remembering, really hard, and had taken three sessions in the toilets during breaks to relieve his situation. Dave was wearing his jeans and denim jacket again, his mum must have sponged the mud off during the day, and he had a rucksack slung over one shoulder. "Your mum believed the chasing the dog story, then?" "Yeah. She had a bit of a go at me about losing the fuckin' thing, but was happy I'd caught it again." They walked on, Dave helping Mike with the papers, taking alternative houses each. As they crossed the park, Dave pulled Mike by his sleeve behind the bushes. "Not now, there's too many people about!" Mike protested. "Shhh!" Dave said, and ran his hand over Mike's trouser front, his fingers tracing each side of the thickening shaft hidden inside. The hard cock strained forward, pushing Mike's trousers out rather obviously. "Do you smoke?" asked Dave. "Yes, sometimes." Mike replied. "Got any?" "Yes, a couple." "Give me one, and have one yourself." Mike pulled out a small packet of cigarettes with two left in. He gave Dave one, and had the last himself. He lit them both. "Hold the paperbag forward a bit, so it touches the bush." Mike moved the bag forward, and Dave stood on his other side. "No one can see now, it looks as if we're having a crafty smoke!" Dave explained. His fingers found Mike's trouser zip, and lowered it. His fingers fished out Mike's throbbing cock, wrapped around it, and slid the skin back and forth. Mike sucked on the cigarette and enjoyed the feeling in his cock, and the excitement of it being done with a few people walking past on the path the other side of the bush. Dave kept up his slow steady hand action, occasionally taking a pull on the cigarette. Mike felt his climax nearing, then he was pumping cum hard at the bush, Dave's hand still rubbing slowly, lightly, the soft hands caressing the jerking skin until Mike was spent, his cock deflating to its normal relaxed size. Dave shook the drops from its end, slipped it back in Mike's trousers and lifted the zip. "Nice!" Dave said. "Come on, let's get finished!" and he led the way from behind the bush, back to the path, throwing the remains of the cigarette down on the tarmac. They soon had all the papers delivered and were back at the shop, where Mike left the paperbag ready for the next morning's round. Dave bought another packet of 10 cigarettes, and they headed for Mike's house. Mike's father was sitting in an armchair reading a newspaper when the two boys came into the living room. His mother was standing in the kitchen doorway, and the smell of a dinner being cooked wafted from the kitchen. "Dad, mum, this is Dave. Dave, these are my folks." Mike's father lowered the paper and looked at the boys. "Hi!" he said, and studied Dave quite deeply. Mike's mum smiled, and said, "Hello Dave!" "H-hello!" Dave stammered, not quite sure he liked the look Mike's dad was giving him. "Are you staying for dinner?" Mike's mum asked "He's staying the night." Mike said, quite definitely. The moment became awkward. "Come on up!" Mike addressed Dave, and led the way upstairs to his room. Once in the bedroom, the two boys stood and looked at each other. "Why are you doing this?" Dave asked, taking his jean jacket off and draping it over a chair. "I don't know." Mike replied, honestly, slipping his coat off and laying it over Dave's jacket. Dave held out his hands, and Mike took them in his. "I really don't know." "You said you weren't gay." "No - I don't know - no, I'm not." "I'll go." "No, I want you to stay - I want - I don't know." "MICHAEL!" "Shit! Dad!" "I'll go." "No - wait." Mike went to the door and opened it. "YES?" "COME HERE!" Mike stepped down the stairs slowly, not wanting this confrontation. Not now. "What's going on?" "What do you mean?" "You and that boy - what's going on?" "Nothing!" "Are you gay or something? Is that why you've brought him here?" "No dad! Of course not! I just -" "Cut the crap, Mike. If you're gay I want to know now. There's something strange about that boy, and the look in your eyes when you brought him in, well, I've never seen you act like this before." "What do you mean?" "I mean, are you in love with him? Because he is with you!" Mike was stunned. What had his father seen in a few seconds? "Well? Are you gay? Don't worry, I'm not going to throw you out, or beat it out of you, I just want to know." "I don't know." "Well you'd better go and find out then, hadn't you." He turned and went back into the living room, leaving Mike wondering what that had been all about. Mike knew he'd been a rebellious and difficult boy, since he was 11. He didn't mean to be, it just happened. He could hardly ever talk to his father without a row starting, some degenerating into serious shouting matches that only ended when he got a spanking. He didn't hate his father, he just wished he would understand. But understand what? He didn't know. They had been close, kisses and cuddles when he was younger, playing together, father and son, but he'd wanted more, deeper love, an unknown feeling he'd yearned for, wanted and couldn't ask for, didn't know what or how to ask. Ever since he'd discovered - He turned. Dave was at the top of the stairs, watching him. He wanted to be cross, annoyed at being spied on, watched, but he couldn't. He ran up the stairs, pushed Dave back into his room and kicked the door closed behind him. He picked Dave up in a hug, and kissed him hard. He threw the both of them onto his bed, he on top of Dave, pushing his hardness into Dave's crotch, feeling another hardness grow underneath him. Mike pushed his hand under Dave's t-shirt, up over his stomach, up to his chest, his fingers finding the nipple. His fingers sliding over smooth skin, touching the little bud, teasing it hard like a little pea. Dave's hand forced under his tracksuit elastic waist, under his boxers, down seeking - . Mike rolled over slightly, and the hand pressed down, finding it, holding it, squeezing it. Mike jumped up, onto his knees, jerking Dave's hand away, straddling the boy under him. He unbuttoned the waist, slid the zip down. Dave lifted his bottom off the bed, Mike grabbed the jeans waist and pulled them and the underpants down, freeing the hard cock that sprang up, hot and ready, ready for him. He fell down onto it, devouring it in one go, licking and sucking up and down on it. Dave threw his head back, pressing it hard on the pillow, arching his back up and delivering his juices to Mike's hungry mouth. He kept sucking and bobbing, feeling his own climax nearing, until Dave threw him off, up and away, then twisting and turning unbuttoned the waist of Mike's trousers, slid the zip down and pulled the trousers and boxers down, stretching them over the parted legs, enough to grasp Mike's throbbing cock in his hand, holding it tight while he moved to get his head there, and licking the tip while he frantically rubbed the shaft. Mike came with the intensity he had when he stained the wall, but into Dave's mouth. Dave licked the tip again, pressing his tongue against the slit just as Mike pumped again, spraying the cum everywhere. Over and over Mike pumped as Dave wanked him hard, some going into Dave's mouth and some on his face. Before Mike could recover, Dave lifted himself up, pushed his cum-smeared face into Mike's, and kissed him again, pushing his cum-laden tongue into Mike's open mouth. Exhausted, they fell back on the bed, side by side. Dave reached down to his jeans, pulled out the pack of cigarettes and took two out. He put one in Mike's lips, and said, "Got a light?" Mike reached a lighter from his bedside table, and lit both cigarettes. "Why now?" he asked. "People do, after sex, it's traditional!" Dave said. Mike laughed loud. He was happy now, at last. It was beautiful.