Like Father, Like Son
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Copyright 2001, Duke Price
This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental. Please bare in mind when you read this, that this story takes place in the early 70's. That was a time before HIV/AIDS. If you are going to engage in sex, remember to please be safe!
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Michael was in the 6th grade. He was new to my school and you could tell that he felt out of place. We attended a small catholic school that was run by the Sisters of Mercy. Michael's father was a federal inspector who had been transferred from Miami. Not only could you tell that he felt out of place but looked out of place. The way he dressed. The way he wore his hair and his Floridian accent set him apart from the rest. He had an olive complexion, dark brown hair and icy blue eyes. He was reserved but once you got to know him, he'd talk the nuts off of a wagon wheel. I saw him around school but he seemed to be a loner and didn't hang out with any of the boys. However, the girls seemed to like him and I'd see him chatting with them.
When I was a boy, I was a bit ornery. I wasn't mean, I just didn't have much use for people who acted stupid or bullied others. I was always the one who stuck up for the under dog. I didn't have friends, I had what I called acquaintances. As my daughter would put it, I was not a "POPULAR".
One afternoon in the playground I noticed three boys shoving Michael around and they were yelling obscenities at him. He looked intimidated and I just sort of watched wondering what the hell was going on. There was a crowd gathering around them and so I went over to hear what they were arguing about. The Jimmy and the other two boys boys were yelling at him something about Michael's father fining his father's company. The boy that was doing most of yelling was one of the rich kids in school and thought his shit didn't stink. It wasn't until one of his buddies punched Michael in the stomach that I got pissed off. Like I said I usually rooted for the underdog and I had a hot temper. Everyone always said it was the Irish blood in me. This was the main reason my father got me involved in the martial arts. He said I needed to learn self-discipline. Anyway, they pissed me off and I pushed my way through the crowd and shoved one of the boys from behind.
"Hey! You guys are picking on my friend here!" They'd experienced my wrath before and all three backed off looking very surprised.
"Stay out of this Devon! Mind your own business!" He had his hands in a fist and looked as if he were going to strike out. At that time I'd been in TaeKwonDo for only a year but I knew a few things. I wasn't afraid to fight. In fact I sort of enjoyed it!
"You pick on my friend here, you pick on me. His father was just doing his job and if your father had been doing his, his company wouldn't have been fined! Now back off!"
Jimmy looked at Michael and then at me. "I don't care if Francesco's your friend, I'm going to KICK HIS BUTT!" He stepped forward and threw a punch to Michael's head. To my surprise, Michael performed a high block and then a front snap kick to Jimmy's groin. Jimmy fell like ton of bricks. Jimmy's two friends stood there in amazement as they watched Jimmy roll around in agony.
"Hey you hurt Jimmy!" One of the boys said as they started to move towards Michael and that's when I stepped in.
"I think this is between him and Jimmy! That is unless you want to take me on to?" I said almost laughing.
"Come on, let's get the fuck out of here!" As they helped Jimmy up. He walked away limping with a grimace on his face.
I turned smiling and raised my hand to introduce myself and said. "Hi my name's John! What's yours?" It wasn't until that moment that I took a really good look at him. I had to take a double take because I couldn't believe how beautiful he was. I got lost in his icy blue eyes and angelic face. I felt hypnotized. When I realized that I was staring, I felt embarrassed and I could feel myself begin to blush.
Michael took my hand and started smiling. "My name is Michael."
"Aaa n-nice to m-meet you M-Michael." I felt like a freaking idiot!
I shook my head and said. "Where did you learn that move?"
He laughed as he pulled his hand from mine. "I've been involved in TaeKwonDo for a couple of years. My father wanted me to learn it because in Miami there were a lot of rough kids and because of what happened today."
"That's great! I've been involved in TaeKwonDo for a year now and I love it! Do you think that your dad would enroll you here? It would be so much fun to have someone I know there to work out with! What belt are you?"
So that was the start of a wonderful relationship.
We hit it off right away. Not because of his beauty, but because we just sort of clicked. We were interested in pretty much the same things. He lived only about a mile from me so we got together a lot. Every weekend we'd get together to watch boxing. We both idolized Mohammed Ali. During the matches on TV, Michael and I would box and kick each other until Dad would either get fed up with our shenanigans or something would be broken. We loved basketball and our favorite team was the Boston Celtics. We played baseball. I pitched and he played short stop. We both enjoyed playing the game but never liked being spectators. We both enjoyed fishing, hunting, hiking and camping. We also were into aviation but the closest we could get to flying was to build model RC airplanes. As mom would put it, we were two peas in a pod. We were inseparable. In the summer we would spend weeks helping my grandfather farm. We would bail hay, feed the cattle and walk bean fields. My grandfather was very cool! We worked hard for him but only because we wanted to. He had motor cycles and snowmobiles for us ride and to this day I can't believe we didn't kill ourselves on those damn things.
Grandpa lived to go bowling and he'd take us into town and bowl until we were too tired to throw the ball down the alley.
My grandmother was portly hearty German woman who used to comfort me in her bosom when I would get injured and somehow always made my booboos feel better. She was a wonderful cook who enjoyed photography.
Michael was extremely intelligent and picked up on things very quickly. He usually got straight A's without putting much effort into school. I had to work hard to get good grades and thanks to him I did. Michael had this uncanny ability for making difficult concepts seem easy. It's like he knew how to open my mind by saying just the right things. You could say that I idolized Michael not because he was older than me, but because he was brilliant!
"Hey John? Are we going out to the farm this weekend?" Michael said with a big grin on his face as he ate his lunch.
"Let me talk to mom after school and see if she'll take us there. Maybe we can put the finishing touches on our planes tonight and do some flying tomorrow?"
"Cool! That sounds great! Do you think your Grandpa will let us drive the truck in the field?"
"We'll have to ask him."
We met after school and mom was waiting for us as usual to take us home.
"Hi Mrs. Devon!"
"Hi Miky! What do you boys have planned this weekend?"
"Mom can we go visit Grandma and Grandpa?"
"I don't know. You'd have to call Grandpa and see if he has any plans."
"Ok mom." I gave Michael a high five.
I called Grandpa right when we got home and of course he said he'd love to have us come visit. That night we worked diligently on completely our RC planes so we could fly them out at the farm. Michael stayed over night at my house so we could get an early start. We were putting our finishing touches on our planes when Mom yelled at us down in the basement to turn the loud music off and hit the showers.
"You can have the first shower." Michael said as he was still focusing on his plane.
"OK. Nice decals!" As I closely inspected his plane, Michael turned his focus from the plane and looked up at me smiling proudly.
"Let's go before Mom gets mad at us. We can add the final touches in the morning."
We ran upstairs stripping as we ran to my room leaving a trail clothes behind us. We ran into the bathroom and peed into the commode at the same time.
"Are we going to have fun tomorrow or what?" Michael said with anticipation as he scratched his naked belly.
"Hey watch where you're aiming that thing. Mom hates it when I get pee all over."
"Sorry man!" As he shook off the last remnants of urine.
I turned on the water to get it warm. I went to get us some towels only to find that Michael was already in the shower.
"Here's your wash cloth" As I handed it to him.
I found that I had to do more than just pee and sat down on the commode and watched him shower. I thought to myself, I don't think he knows just how beautiful he really is. At that age, I didn't really think of him sexually. The very thought of sex sort of disgusted me. Oh, I had a couple of crushes on girls and only thought of kissing them. Michael was the only boy that I ever thought about kissing.
"Man, who died!"
I started giggling. "I think I created something that looks alot like you!" I said as Michael jumped out of the shower to dry off.
"Damn! Maybe you should go see a doctor? You smell rotten!"
"Get your ass out of the way so I can take a shower. I hope you left me some hot water!" I bent over to turn the water back on and as I turned around to get my wash cloth I noticed that Michael was drying his hair looking down at me. I ignored it and jumped in the shower.
We finally went to bed and I think we died the minute our heads hit the pillow. The next morning I woke up to find Michael snuggled up next to me with his arm around me.
He was still sleeping and I just sort of looked at his angelic face. Nature was calling so I nudged him to wake up. I watched his sleepy eyes slowly open. God those eyes! What a sight!
"Mornin John!" He said sleepily as he snuggled up even more.
"I have to pee! Let me up." He rolled over onto his other side and I got a nice look at his little butt. We always slept in the raw. I ran to the bathroom to relieve myself. It wasn't long before Michael was in the bathroom too.
"I can smell bacon!" I looked at him rubbing his eyes.
"Mmm! Smells good!"
We quickly got dressed and ran down to the kitchen. "You boys hungry?" Mom said.
"We sure are Mrs. Devon! Where's Dr. Devon?"
"He was called in to work early this morning. What time do you boys want me to take you out to the farm?"
"Can we go right after breakfast?"
We shoveled the food in and we were off to the farm. As we drove into the farmyard, we were greeted by a very happy Weimaraner, by the name of Satan.
"Hi Satan!" As I knelt down to pet him on the head and then gave him a big hug.
"Johnny, Miky! How's my boys?"
"Grandpa!" I ran up to him and gave him a hug.
"I have to feed the cattle. Do you boys want to give me a hand?"
He didn't have to ask twice because that meant we could drive the truck through the field. Mom went up to the farmhouse to visit Grandma.
It had rained the night before so the fields were muddy. I got to drive to the cattle yard and I gunned it so that we wouldn't get stuck. We were fish tailing all over the place. Grandpa and Michael were laughing as we made our way to the feeding troughs. We finished putting the feed in the troughs and it was Michael's turn to get the truck out of the field.
"Gun her Miky!" I yelled. We were fish tailing and bouncing all over. I thought I was going to wet my pants when he almost took out a fence post. We finally made it out of the field and parked the mud covered Ford in the yard.
"Nice driving boys!" We got out the truck and ran up to the house to say hi to Grandma. As we walked into the house we were met with the aroma of freshly baked bread.
"Hi Grandma! Man does that smell good!" Grandma gave me kiss.
"What do you boys have planned today?"
"We are going to test fly our planes!"
"Ooh! That sounds like fun!"
"Come on Michael! Let's go!" We walked out to the open pasture where we had created a runway. Grandpa had used the backhoe on his tractor to create a flat surface for a landing strip. Satan followed us wherever we went and sat watching us prepare our planes for takeoff.
"The servos all seem to be working properly. Let's put in the fuel and get them up in the air!" Michael started his first and I watched it go down the runway. Satan started chasing it and I called him off before he could catch it.
"Nice takeoff!" It was a perfect day for flying. There was very little wind. I finally got my plane up into the air.
"Hey Michael! Look at that hawk!" It looked as if it were checking out the loud strange looking birds. I flew my plane over towards the hawk and it just held its ground. I thought it would fly off but it didn't. So I just flew circles around it. It finally had enough and flew off into the distance. Since Michael was new to this, it was all he could do to keep his plane up in the air.
"John! Help me land this bird!"
"OK, let me land first then I'll help you."
"Nice landing John!"
I positioned myself closely behind him to give him directions. "I'm going to talk you through this."
"I don't want to crash this thing. It took us two weeks to put this together!"
"Don't worry! We'll land it in one piece. OK. Start to back off on the throttle
and begin your descent."
"I can't do it!"
"You're doing fine! Relax! Add some throttle, you're going to stall. Nose down!" He was 2 feet from the ground. "Throttle all the way back! Nose up! Nice landing! I knew you could do it!" Michael gave me a high five! Satan could see that we were celebrating and started barking.
"Let's go tell Grandpa about the hawk and your solo flight!"
We told Grandpa all about the flight. He sat and laughed when we told him about the hawk.
"Grandpa. We're going to work on our tree house. Would it be OK of we slept in it tonight?"
"Fine with me!"
We grabbed some food and ran out into the woods. We came up to the old oak tree that held our tree house. It was about three-quarters finished. We worked for hours on it and before we knew it, it was time to go in for supper.
"Hi boys! Go get cleaned up for dinner. We'll be eating in a few minutes." We ate till we were about to pop. After dinner we got ready for our overnight stay in the tree house. We were both so excited! We did some last minute finishing touches on our little tree house while Satan rested at the base of the tree looking up periodically to see what we were doing. We unrolled sleeping bags as it started to get dark.
We stayed up late. Listening to the sounds of the night. The owls hooting the raccoon fighting off in the distance. It was a warm September evening so we stripped down to nothing sitting Indian style while we chatted.
"I have to take a leak!"
"Yeah so do I!" We would have just pissed over the side but Satan was down below us. We climbed down and did our thing. As I climbed up behind Michael I couldn't help but look at him. His little balls were dangling between his beautiful legs and I got a little bone.
"Hey John! You've got a bone! Whatcha thinking about?" Smiling at me and winking.
"I seem to be getting these more and more often. This thing has a mind of it's
Michael looked down at his and said. "Yeah, I know what you mean." His was standing up too.
"Do you ever think about doing it?" Michael just stared at me without saying anything.
"Yeah, you know? Have sex with a girl? You've heard of that haven't ya?"
Michael chuckled. "Yes, I've thought about having sex."
"That whole sex thing seems so disgusting to me."
Michael smiled and said. "I think it depends upon who you are having sex with. It can't just BE anybody. I want to be in love with the person I have sex with."
"Have you ever been in love?"
"I think so."
"I bet it was a girl in Florida. What did she look like?"
Michael sat straight up. "Umm, well curly blond hair. Gray eyes. Nice full lips. Long slender legs. A butt to die for. Intelligent and very sweet."
"Wow! Sounds like every guys dream!"
Michael looked down and didn't seem very happy. "I bet you miss her?"
"Yeah well it helps to be around my best friend."
I put my hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him. "Hey buddy, you'll find
someone else. How about Debbie? I had a crush on her last year."
"Oh her! She's cute but she's not my type. She's kind of a little snot!"
"Yeah I know. She smacked me along side the head in gym class after I accidentally ran into her. I quit liking her after that."
I yawned and crawled in my sleeping bag. I yelled down below and said. "Good night Satan!"
I looked over at Michael and said. "Good night Michael."
"Good night John." Michael laid on top of his sleeping bag.
I closed my eyes. I was just about to go into la la land when I heard something. I looked over at Michael. It was hard to see what he was doing but the moon was very bright that night and I could see that he was wiping his eyes and he looked as if he were trembling. "Michael? Is everything OK?"
He rolled over so his back was facing me. I got out of my sleeping bag and went over to him. "Michael. Are you OK?" He didn't say anything so I pulled him onto his back. I could see the tears glimmering in his eyes.
"You miss her don't ya?" I ran my hand over his arm trying to comfort him. I laid down next to him. Our naked bodies touching. The tears just kept running down his face.
"Michael. I'm sorry for even bringing this up. It'll get better. When I found out Debbie didn't like me. It hurt for a while but I got over it." I was trying my best to make him feel better. I hated seeing him this way, but the more I said the more upset he got, so I just shut up and put my head on his chest. I closed my eyes and ran my hands up and down his chest and belly. I slowly faded off to sleep holding my best friend.
I woke up the next morning only to be blinded by the sun shining through the leaves. I still had my head on Michael's chest. However, my arm was resting across his hips and groin. He had his morning wood and I'm touching it! I didn't pull my arm away because I was curious about how it felt. I just laid there looking at the head of penis as it looked up at me. I studied his belly rising and falling and could feel myself get a woody. I felt a weird feeling in my stomach. It was a feeling that I enjoyed. It was an ache that was similar to what I felt for Debbie. I noticed a little hair just starting to sprout around his penis. The rest of him was hairless. His legs were strong looking and his belly had the beginnings of a six pack. The girl that gets him will be very lucky I thought to myself.
The wind was picking up and the big old oak tree rocked us gently. It was so serene and peaceful.
"Would you mind getting off of me. I have to pee."
"No problem bud. I just really have to pee BAD!" He jumped up and scurried down the tree.
When Michael climbed back up I propped my head up on my elbow. "Michael. I'm sorry for upsetting you last night!"
"It wasn't your fault. I sort of miss my old home." He didn't look at me.
"You'll find someone else here. You are a good looking boy."
He glanced up at me. "Thanks John. Can we talk about something else?"
"OK, what do you want to do today? Ride the motor cycles? Fishing? Fly our RCs again? What ever you want?"
"How about we do some flying and then watch the Mohammed/Frazier fight."
"That sounds great! Lets get dressed and go! Oh wait! Lets see what Grandma's made us for breakfast first then we can go fly!"
"OK! Lets go!"
"Oh, there you boys are. I want you both to take a shower and get ready for
Whining. "Grandma do we have to go?"
"You know that we can't miss church."
We went to church. Sitting across the isle from us was Jean. She lived a mile down the road from my grandparent's farm. She was my first love. I met her at the church picnic a year ago. We used to kiss every chance we had. She kept looking over at me and smiling. After church she met us in the parking lot.
"Hi John! How have you been doing?"
"Great! Let me introduce you to my best friend. This is Michael."
"Nice to meet you Michael." She said batting her eyes at him. Michael blushed as he shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you Jean!"
"You boys should come over and visit me some time. You can ride your motorcycles around the farm and maybe give me a ride."
"Hey, that sounds like fun!"
"Come on Jean. Let's go home." Her father said.
"OK Dad! Bye guys!"
"See ya Jean!"
"Isn't she cute!"
"Yeah, she's a real beaut! Michael said.
"Why don't we take a ride to her house today!"
"Sure, OK. I thought we were going to watch the fight?"
"We don't have to stay very long."
We drove our bikes to Jean's farm. Jean got on my bike and I told her to hang on as we drove around. She wrapped her arms tightly around me. Michael was right behind us. We went back to the house and she offered us a coke. After talking to her for a while it was quite obvious that she was smitten with Michael. It was hard to tell if he felt the same. He did seem to enjoy being around her. Jean was a tomboy and enjoyed playing sports. She was on the track and girl's basketball teams. She was in the same grade as Michael so it just seemed natural that they would hit it off.
While we were there we met a couple of her friends. One was Jackie and the other was Bill. It was obvious that they were a couple because they were always holding hands.
After shooting the shit, Jean said. "Hey Michael, give me ride on your bike."
I watched her wrap her arms around his waste as they sped off. Bill and Jackie got on their bikes and followed. I felt like sort of third wheel so I just stayed behind and sat on the porch and finished my coke. They were gone for about an hour and I was getting worried. After pacing around for a while I could hear them coming off in the distance.
Michael's smile faded when he could see that I was not happy.
"John you should have followed us. We went wading in this stream and found a big snapping turtle."
"That's great Michael." Trying to sound happy for them.
Before we left, Jean gave Michael a peck on the cheek and he blushed.
We drove back to my Grandparents. "Hey it looks like you and Jean are hitting it off?"
"I don't know John. She's really not my type but she is a lot of fun to be around."
"It's quite obvious that she likes you."
"Yeah well you can have her. I don't want her."
After that day we started to pay Jean a visit whenever we went to my Grandparents and all three of us became close. Michael finally told her that he wasn't interested in becoming boyfriend/girlfriend. She didn't seem very upset about it. We usually went biking and played basketball. As time went on and the weather got colder I introduced Michael to pheasant hunting. Jean usually went along with us and of course...Satan. In Iowa, pheasant hunting is great fun! There are birds everywhere. The minute Satan sees you with a shotgun, he gets all excited and is ready to begin the hunt.
I started drilling Michael. "Do you know how to release the safety? And only release it when you are ready to shoot?"
"Yeah, yeah, I remember."
"And never walk behind anyone?"
"You've gone over all of that with me." Sounding a little irritated with me.
"Lets go! Satan, FIND EM!" It wasn't long before Satan was on point.
"Are you guys ready?"
"Yep!" Jean and Michael shook their heads.
"Satan, TAKE IT!"
Satan flushed the bird and it flew straight up into the air. With one shot, Michael brought it down. Satan retrieved it and brought it back to us. "Good boy!" We got our limit of birds that day and all three of us sat down at the supper table feeling very proud of ourselves for bringing home supper. The pheasant was succulent and we sat around table talking to Grandpa about the hunt. Michael got up and gave Satan some scraps in appreciation for the great work. After supper we sprawled out in the living room and watched TV.
One of the few times that I went to the farm alone I had gotten together with Jean. She surprised with a weird question. "John, don't get mad at me, but does Michael like girls?" Her question took me completely off guard.
"What?" I said. She just stood there and stared at me waiting for a reply.
I thought about her question and said. "Well, he told me about someone special in Florida who had curly blond hair, gray eyes, full lips, long legs, a cute butt, was very smart and sweet."
After he described her to me he became upset and started crying. I told him that I had fallen in love once and it took me a while to get over her and it seemed the more I tried to comfort him the more upset he became. She just kind of stood there with this amused look on her face.
"Did he happen to say if this person was a boy or girl?"
"Jean I don't know why you are asking this?"
She appeared to be thinking about what else to say. "Did you ever think that he might be describing you? Blond curly hair, gray eyes, cute butt, smart?"
"But when we were talking he seemed so upset. It was weird. I was talking about the girls I liked and and?" Then it hit me. "He didn't like what I was saying."
I looked up at Jean and said. "Would that bother you?"
"No. I like Michael. He's really a nice guy and he's sooo cute!"
"We don't even know if he's gay! So we shouldn't even be saying these things behind his back. He's my best friend."
Feeling a little irritated. "What brought this up?"
She sighed and said. "The way he looks at you. It's so obvious to me that he likes you. I mean, REALLY LIKES YOU! I was wondering if you felt the same way about him."
"Wait! He's my best friend! We're together a lot but he's never made a pass at
"He's my friend too. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought this up."
"Your right. It's none of our business!
I couldn't get what Jean said out of my mind. Is it true? Could he be gay and that he likes me? Would that be a bad thing? I've had crushes on girls and daydreamed about what it would be like being married to them. Michael's the only boy that I've ever felt attracted to but never daydreamed about marrying him.
"Hey John, you ready to go to school?" I jumped as he shoved me from behind.
"Tomorrow we start spring break and guess what?"
"Take a guess?" He looked really excited.
"OK, you're going on vacation."
"How did you guess? Looking a little disappointed.
"We're going to visit my Grandparents in Florida."
"Are you going to get back together with your old girlfriend?"
Chuckling. He said. "What?"
"Oh, never mind. That's great Michael! So when are you leaving?"
Frowning. "John can you go with us?"
"I don't know. Threes a crowd don't you think?"
"What the fuck are talking about?"
"Your old girlfriend! Don't you want to spend some time with her and your old friends?"
"NO! I want to spend time with you! There are lot of great things I can show you down there."
"Well let me ask Mom and Dad."
I called Michael after school. "Guess what?"
"You can go?"
"Yep! How long are we going to be there?"
"Two weeks of fun in the sun!"
"That sounds great! When do we leave?"
"We fly out tomorrow morning."
The next day I gave Mom and Dad a kiss goodbye. Mr. Francesco picked me up and in two hours we were in sunny Miami. When we got off of the plane, Michael's Grandparents greeted us as we disembarked. Everyone gave each other a kiss and hug.
"Michael? Who's your friend here?"
"Oh, sorry! This is my best friend John!"
"Welcome to Miami John!"
We got to his Grandparent's home. It was along the intercoastal waters in Coconut Grove. The streets were lined with palm trees.
"Wow, nice place Mr. and Mrs. Francesco!"
"Make yourself comfortable John."
"Michael, show him around. You know where the bicycles are."
"Come on John, let's go to the beach!"
The beach was great!
"Here you'll need sun tan lotion or you'll burn that lily white skin of yours. I'll put some on your back."
It felt good to feel him massage it in. "You might want to get a cap and wear your shirt unless you want to look like a lobster."
We did some body surfing and checked out some the stores. We had a great time.
"Dad wants to take us sailing in Biscayne Bay. Do you want to come along?"
"That sounds great! When do we go?"
"We'll be leaving in about 15 minutes."
Sailing was cool! We anchored off of a little island and snorkeled. There were lots of little creatures to look at hiding in the sea grass. We saw a shark and I sort of panicked but Michael reassured me that it wouldn't harm us.
After snorkeling we got underway and Michael's dad explained to tell me how to get from point A to point B. How to come about, how to jibe. We had a great day! We anchored next to an old Italian Renaissance Villa called Viscaya. We toured it and the gardens surrounding it. Mr. Francesco stated that they were related to the original owners. I got to pilot the boat back to the marina. Michael looked proudly at me.
"Tomorrow if you want we can sail to the Pennekamp State Park and go snorkeling."
"That would be great! John, you'll love it there. The coral reef is breath taking!"
"We can make a day of it." Said Mr. Francesco.
"Mr. Francesco can I help sail the boat?"
"John, please call me Tony. You make me feel old when you say Mr. Francesco." Michael started to laugh.
"Are you having fun John?"
"I am having a blast! Your dad is so cool!"
"I know!" He said smiling.
The next morning Tony woke us up early. "Get up boys! We have a big day ahead of us!"
"OK Dad/Tony" We said in unison.
We got into the bathroom to take a shower. That's when I noticed that Michael was sprouting up and that wasn't all that was sprouting. John was going to turn 13 next month and was entering puberty. "Damn John! That thing is getting big between your legs!"
Michael shook the urine from his penis and smiled proudly. "Yep. I'm getting some hair down there too."
We finally set sail and went down the coast. It was a perfect sunny day. We wore nothing but our swimming suits and I was getting a great tan. Michael was very attentive to me making sure that I didn't get too much sun. Tony gave me directions on how to pilot the boat. After a few hours we finally made it to our destination. I couldn't really see anything. We jumped in and that's when I got the surprise of my life. I was in awe of the colorful fish and coral. The clarity of the water was breath taking! We chased stingray and saw some more sharks. Michael said we should be more afraid of the barracuda and that you should never wear jewelry because they are attracted to things that shine.
When we finally got back to the house we all just crashed. I woke up the next morning on the floor next to Michael with a blanket covering us. I rolled over and slept some more. I woke up a couple of hours later and looked at Michael who was now awake and flashing his baby blues at me. "Good morning John! I thought you were going to sleep the day away."
"Well good morning to you Michael. You still haven't gotten your ass up either!" Smiling at him.
"Why dont we just hang around here today. We can fish in the back. There's a lot of bass we can catch."
Michael got up to go to the bathroom. I decided to I needed to relieve myself too. Michael was already in the shower and I could see that he had a big erection. I sat on the toilet watching him as he lathered up. "Hey Michael I think that thing is getting bigger every day!"
"WHAT? Oh, you mean this?" As he groped himself. "I think you are right!"
Later in the day we got together with some of his friends at the beach. I got to meet his girlfriend. She had long dark brown hair and brown eyes. She was cute. His guy friends were fun and we stayed out on the beach after dark. We built a bomb fire and they reminisced old times. Maria had to go home early and so it was just us guys. They teased Michael about what he's missing out on here and that they were going to steal Maria away from him. Michael just laughed and said. "She's all yours guys!"
"John you should have seen the way he used to follow her around at school."
"Remember the day you kissed her?" One of the boys teased.
"What I've heard from Michael is that there was more that one?" I said joining in on the teasing.
"More that one?" She's the only one he's ever gone after.
"Guys can we talk about something else?" Heheheheh, the boys laughed.
"John do you have any girlfriends?"
"Not right now. John's managed to steal away the one I like." Michael shot me a look that said be quiet. So I shut up.
"Michael! You little devil! The girls always liked him. It's those eyes. They fall for them every time!"
"Is your dad still making enemies?"
"Yeah I suppose you could say that. He's just doing his job."
"You don't have any Mafia up in your parts do ya John?"
"Mafia?" I said surprised.
"Sure that's why they moved out of Florida. He pissed too many of the wrong people off."
"Guys, we have to get back home. Maybe I'll see ya around."
"It was good to see you again Michael!"
"Later guys!" We rode our bikes home. I was thinking about what Jean had told me about him being gay. His girl friend didn't fit the description. However I fit the description. Well he's going to have to tell me. I'm not going to ask him.
Our time in Florida was great and before we knew it Spring break was over and we were back in school.
More time passed and summer was upon us. We spent most of our time out on the farm. Michael was close to 6 feet tall and looking as good as ever. I however seemed to be in a state of stasis. Michael didn't seem to care that he had a short little shrimp for a friend. We worked in the fields and fed the cattle. That summer flew by and in no time at all we were starting a new school year. Michael got on the basket ball team. Being 6 feet tall he was one of the tallest in his class. I used to go watch his games. He played center and was a pretty good shot. I rooted for him along with a zillion other girls.
"Great game Michael but you need to work on your fall away jump shots!"
"I know, there's a lot of things I need to work on!"
As we walked out of the school there were tons of girls telling him how good he played. "Damn Michael, you are quite the popular guy!"
"I've always been popular with the girls." He said laughing.
"So why aren't you with any of them."
"Because I like a challenge." He said smiling.
We went home with Tony and his mother, Mary. We ate pizza. "Michael, you should invite your team mates over some night after a game."
"Sure Mom." He said with a flat affect. He seemed almost sullen.
"What's going on Michael. Is something bothering you?"
Sighing. "Mom thinks I should hang out with someone my own age."
"Oh, I see. And what do you think?" I said feeling a bit hurt.
"I think she should mind her own business! Come on lets go up to my room." We played a couple of games of chess and of course he beat me each time.
"I should get home."
"Can't you stay over night?" He asked.
"It's a school night remember?"
"Oh yea. Maybe this weekend we can go out to your grandparent's farm?"
"Sure maybe we can do that. I was planning on helping him harvest the crops."
"So it's a date!"
"Sure, OK. I don't know if I'd call it a date. I'm sure it's going to be a lot of hard work."
"I can't wait!" Michael said smiling.
"I'll see ya in the morning."
"See ya tomorrow John." He sat out on his porch as I rode my bike home.
That year was relatively uneventful and went by quickly. Michael's mother continued to try to encourage him to make new friends and in silent protest Michael continued to ignore her request.
I was about to turned 13 in May and was showing signs of puberty. And when it started, puberty hit me like a ton of bricks. I started sprouting upward. My voice cracked and I started to grow pubic hair. God played an evil trick on me. He decided to give me an above average penis with a mind of it's own. The guys in the locker room would make comments about IT. At that age the last thing you wanted was to attract attention. I swear everyone at school knew about IT! When I would walk by some of the girls I could hear them start to snicker.
"Hi Johnny!" Blocking my path Sharon looked me up and down. "How about you and me get together some time?"
"Ok." I said unsure of myself.
"Meet me tomorrow after school. And bring your friend too." She said as I walked passed her. Sharon had a reputation for to put it lightly for being loose. She was crazy about boys. She was cute and used it to get what she wanted.
The first thing I did after school was call Michael. I told him we were going to meet Sharon tomorrow after school. He wasn't very happy about it but agreed to be there with me.
I told mom that we'd be riding our bikes to school and that we might stay after to play some basketball. I really didn't know what to expect but I wanted to find out what she wanted.
As requested we met Sharon after school. "Hi boys. Let's go to my place. No one's home."
The first thing she did was offer us a beer and we accepted. We didn't want to appear to be wusses. I took a sip and started coughing.
"So what do you boys like to do?"
"Well we like to play games."
"Hmm, I like to play games too." She said slyly.
After we drank some of our beer she sat on my lap and ground her bottom into my groin. I immediately got an erection.
"Do you have a license to carry that thing John?" She said and planted a big kiss on my lips.
"Come here Michael. Don't be so shy." She got up walked over to him and sat on his lap and laid a big wet kiss on him too. She ground her nice ass into his groin. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. She moaned and motioned for me to come over and sit next to them. I kissed her and placed my hand on her other breast. I felt her hand wander down to my groin. She looked down in shock as she felt me up and down. My penis was halfway down my thigh.
"Come on guys. Let's go to my room."
She began to strip in front of us and I was in awe of her beauty. Michael and I just stood there speechless.
"Come on guys, just don't stand there. Get naked!"
I started taking off my clothes and when I was naked her eyes bugged out in amazement.
"Come here let me take a closer look at that thing." She commanded. She reached out and grabbed my boner. I moaned as she wrapped her cold fingers around it.
"Michael, you're not so bad either." As she waved for him to come closer. She grabbed Michael and he moaned out loud.
"Michael I want you in me." He looked at me and I nodded in approval.
"Don't move to far away Johnny. I want to suck this beauty first, then I want it in me."
She moved down the bed and I straddled her chest so she could put it in her mouth. I could tell when Michael entered her because she groaned. I started to move my hips back and forth. The whole bed started moving as we started to get into the rhythm of love. I could feel Michael's hot breath on my lower back and I could hear him panting. I was getting close to cumming and I could tell that Michael was too. Every once in a while I could feel his face touch my butt. My bottom felt wet and I thought it was Michael's sweat. Once I felt something between my cheeks and I turned around to look at what he was doing. He had his face down by my ass and appeared to be sniffing it. Sometime he'd lay his forehead on my ass while he pumped in and out of her. When he came, he yelled out and pressed his face harder into my ass. I could feel his nose slip between my cheeks. That set me off and I came in her mouth. She gagged as she tried to take as much of me as she could. I collapsed off to the side and Michael fell on top of her. He started kissing her and I could see my cum being smeared all over their faces. I looked down to see that he was still in her moving his hips back and forth. I felt left out and started kissing her breasts. Michael quit kissing her so she turned to me for a kiss. I could taste my own jism so I knew the Michael could too. I quit kissing her and glanced up at Michael. I could see my cum on his face. He licked his lips and bent down to kiss her again. I still hadn't lost my erection and Sharon hadn't orgasmed yet. She ordered me to get in her. Michael pulled himself out of her. And I didn't waste any time getting into position but before I could enter her she told me to lick her. I looked down at her pussy and could see Michael's cum oozing out of it. I wasn't sure if I wanted to do that, so I slowly lowered my face to her wet pussy. I could smell Sharon and Michael's love juices.
"Come on John! Lick me!" I thought what the hell and started licking her wet pussy. I could taste her and Michael's combined love juices. I wasn't sure if I liked the sour taste but it seemed to be driving her wild so I kept licking. She started moaning louder and louder.
"I want you in me! NOW!" She ordered.
Michael was sucking and licking her breasts. I could see him watching me start to enter her and then looked up into her face to watch her reaction. Ooh, she felt so good! She was so soft, so wet and so tight as I drove into her. She screamed as she orgasmed and bucked under me. Michael positioned himself over her face so she could suck him. Now it was my turn to watch his ass move back and forth. What a sight! I couldn't resist touching him. So I laid my forehead on his ass and breathed in his musky boy scent. I was getting closer to cumming. And I knew Michael was too. The cheeks of his ass were spread enough for me to see his little pink rose bud winking at me. I looked down between his legs to see him thrusting into her mouth. His balls were swinging back and forth with every thrust. I pulled out enough so that I could put my head down between his legs to get a better look at her sucking him. His scent was intoxicating. That was all it took to push me over the edge. I tried to shove my whole cock into her but it wouldn't go all of the way in. She moaned and said. "That's as far as you can go stallion!" I put my nose into Michael's ass and enjoyed the moment to the max as I came and came and came. Michael rolled off of her and I started kissing her savoring the taste of Michael's love cream. I licked some of it off of her face. She kept her eyes closed and I looked over at Michael only to see the passion in his eyes. I gave him a devilish grin and leaned back down to kiss her again.
Before we were finished I think Michael and I came two or three more times. We went home without acknowledging each other. The first thing I did was to take a shower. I felt dirty. I was disgusted with myself. I feared that I had destroyed my relationship with Michael. I felt sick to my stomach. I also felt sorry for Sharon because I had used her. I also felt guilty for using my best friend to get my rocks off! Michael told me that he wanted his first time to be with someone he loved. Now I've deprived him of that! How can I ever forgive myself! That night I cried myself to sleep.
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