Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2012 01:15:19 -0800 From: Karl Subject: Big Mike The following is a story of fiction. Some of the story happened, most of it didn't. If you're too young to be reading this please leave. We don't need any disgruntled parents screaming about their innocent children being corrupted. If you are old enough, then by all means, feel free to corrupt yourself all you want. This story is my property. Please don't reproduce it, sell it, or reprint any of it without express WRITTEN permission. Now sit back, pull out the Kleenex box and read away. ************************************************************** Big Mike I was so happy as I rode my bike. School was over for the summer and I was going to spend all of it riding my new bike. I'd just gotten it for my birthday and was already enjoying the new freedom. My older brother Todd just got his drivers license and he thought he was so cool. Any time I'd ask him for a ride he'd say no, so I'd have to walk or ask my parents for a ride. I was so excited when I woke up and in the driveway was my new bike. It had a banana seat and long handle bars. It was metallic red. I was in love. I got up this morning and just decided I wanted to ride all over. My mom told me not to go too far and be home for lunch. That gave me a whole morning to explore. As I rode down a street that I'd never seen before I noticed the houses were a little old and creepy looking. Some of the houses didn't have any grass in the front yard at all. There didn't seem to be anyone at home in any of them. As I went by one house I noticed a guy out front on his porch. He was kinda skinny and he had a baseball cap on. He had on an old pair of white nylon shorts that were really loose. I don't think he noticed me but I was instantly drawn to the open leg of the shorts. I could see right up them. He didn't have any underwear on and I could see his "thing". I could see he had a lot of hair there. I didn't have any yet but Todd had some. I saw him when I went into the bathroom once and he was running his fingers through the few that he had. But that was a couple of years ago. Now he locked the bathroom door when he was in there. As I rode by and watched him I noticed he was talking to someone in the house and so he wasn't looking at me. I was so nervous feeling and I didn't understand it. I rode down a little further and decided I wanted to see "it" again. I turned my bike around and rode by slower this time. He was still sitting there but he was talking to a woman who was handing him a beer. Wow. He was drinking a beer before lunch. She had her back to me so I couldn't see her very well. They were talking and he was smiling and looking up at her. He was saying something to her and she laughed. Then I brought my bike to a halt when I saw him reach into the leg of his shorts as he was talking to the woman. He pulled his thing out and shook it at her. She leaned back on the porch rail and looked down at him. He continued to smile up at her and his weiner started to get hard as he was talking to her. I couldn't see what she was doing but I noticed her shorts slip down a little. She was moving her hand in the front of her shorts. I stood with my bike between my legs and just stared. I'd never seen a grown up's weiner in my life and now this one was getting hard. I must have done something to draw his attention because I saw him look over at me. He stared right at me. I didn't know what I should do. I wanted to jump on my bike and ride away but I couldn't. I wanted to see what would happen next. But then he just looked back at the woman and started pulling on his weiner. He reached over to the woman and she leaned a little further back and spread her legs a little as he brought his hand up between them. He took his hand back and slathered a huge amount of spit on his fingers and then pushed his hand back between her legs. The woman leaned her head back and moaned. He started concentrating really hard on what he was doing with his fingers and she moaned louder. He looked over at me as he continued to make her moan. I couldn't move. I wanted to go up and see what he was doing. I wanted to feel his weiner. It was so big. My stomach was doing flip-flops. He was smiling at me as he dropped his hand down to his big weiner again and started moving his hand up and down it while he used his other hand on her. She started telling him she was "close" and I didn't know what that meant but he got really excited. He started moving his hand faster and faster and then she moaned really load and he tensed up. Stuff came out of his weiner in thick ropes. It went all over the porch. I just stood there. "Enjoy that sport?", he yelled over to me. The woman, not realizing I was there, suddenly turned around. She screamed something at him and ran into the house. He stood up and flung his hand free of the stuff that came out of him and laughed while he walked into the house. I was stunned. I looked down and realized my weiner was hard as a rock. That had started happening a lot lately but it was never this hard. Suddenly it occured to me that I was sitting on the street in a part of town I didn't know about. I hit the pedals and pedalled as fast as I could. As I got further away I started to calm down a little bit. I tried to think about everything I saw but all I could remember was the way his weiner sprayed out that stuff. Some of the boys at school were talking about jacking off and cum and other things I didn't really understand but, was that it? I rode over to my friend Scott's house to ask him. He was a year older than me and he said he was jacking off and started making cum. I had to ask him about it. He'd even asked me if I wanted to come over and look at some dirty magazines his dad hid in the garage but I wasn't really all that interested at the time. That was a last year. Since then he and I didn't hang out as much and I thought maybe he was mad at me cause he started hanging out with an older boy called Mike. I didn't really understand why Scott would wanna hang around with Mike. He was kinda mean. He was bigger than most of the other boys in our class. He had big ears and big hands and was always doing stupid stuff. He called me names and once on the bus he pushed my face right in his crotch and acted like I was doing something to him. All the older boys laughed and Scott didn't even say anything. After that I sat near the front of the bus and away from him. Scott tried to tell me later that he was just kidding but it scared me and I didn't like him. As I got closer to the house I noticed Mike's bike was there. I thought about turning around but had to tell someone about what I saw. I heard them in the back yard. They were playing out by the pool. I got off my bike and walked around to the back. Scott and Mike were back there. As I rounded the corner I heard Mike yell as he did a cannon ball right into the pool. Water went everywhere. Scott was laughing really hard and when he came up for air he saw me. He smiled and came over. "C'mon. We just got in," he said pulling me closer. Just then Mike's head came up from under the water and focused on the two of us. "Hey squirt," he said, squirting me with pool water. I jumped back but it hit me anyway. He laughed and headed toward the other end of the pool. "I don't know," I said. "I didn't bring a swim suit and I don't want to get my clothes any wetter." "I've got some extra shorts inside. My mom went to the store to get some hamburgers for lunch," he said pulling me inside the house. "What are you two queer's doing in there," I heard Mike shout from the pool. "Shut up," Scott yelled back. "You're the only queer I see." Mike laughed and said, "Hurry up. Tell squirt I won't hurt him...if he's good." Then there was an evil laugh. Scott rolled his eyes. "Here," he said handing me a pair of swimming trunks. I guess I was staying. I went into the bathroom and changed out of my clothes and into the trunks Scott had given me. When I went outside Mike and Scott were in the pool talking kinda low. As they saw me come out both of them smiled really big and started splashing me. Okay, it was fun. I laughed and jumped in the water. We swam around for a while and played Marco Polo and I realized Mike was a lot nicer when he wasn't around the other boys at school. We heard Scott's mom's car pull up. We continued to splash around until she stuck her head out the door and saw me. "Oh, hey Timmy, I didn't know you were here. Are you staying for lunch?", she asked. "I think I have to go home," I said, a little saddened by the thought. "Don't be silly. Come in and call your mom. Tell her I said it was okay," she said closing the door. I grabbed a towel and headed for the house. She brought the phone out to me. "Here you go. I don't need you boys tracking that water in the house," she said as she handed it to me. I called my mom and got the okay. Excitedly I went to the back door and gave the phone back to Scott's mom. "Tell Scott to come in here for a minute. I need him to help me with this stuff," she said lifting one of the bags onto the counter. "Scott, your mom wants you to help her," I said, looking down at the two of them. They were standing close together and talking low again in the pool. Scott seemed a little startled. "What," he asked, a little flustered. "Your mom wants you to help," I said wondering what they were doing. I sat on the edge of the pool and Scott started to climb up the ladder. I wasn't sure but I thought he had a hard-on. As he headed back to the house he started rearranging himself. I looked over at Mike as he stood against the other side of the pool. He looked over at me and I gave him a weak smile. I wasn't sure what was going on. As I sat down on the edge of the pool so that just my feet were in the water Mike dived under the water and started swimming toward me. I wasn't sure what he was doing as he came up with his head right between my knees. "Hi," he said, those big ears sticking out of the side of his head. "Hi," I said, wondering what he was doing. "Ya' know, you're kinda cute for a boy," he said with his eyes locked on mine. What was he talking about? I really didn't get it. I continued to sit there watching him bob up and down, smiling at me. Then he pulled himself closer to the edge of the pool. I could feel his breath on the insides of my legs. "Don't you want to swim some more?", he said sorta soft and low. I just shuddered and nodded. I felt like I was in a trance. "C'mon. I'll show you a cool trick," he said, pulling away from the edge. I slid into the water and shivered even though I wasn't cold. He swam up next to me and I realized again how much bigger he was than me. "So..what's..the trick?", I stammered. "There's not really any trick. I just wanted to show you something," he said. I noticed movement under the water. I saw the front of his swimming trunks come down. He was showing me his weiner. I just stood looking at him. I gulped audibly. It was big and it had some hair around it. "Wanna feel it?," he asked, more of a command than a question. I just stood there. Not moving. Then I heard movement behind me. I turned around quickly wondering who it was. It was Scott. I wondered exactly what Scott had seen. Mike swam away from me to the other side of the pool again. "Mom said we could have lunch in a minute," he said slowing. He looked over at Mike and then back to me. He looked at Mike again. "He's too big a baby," Mike said, anticipating Scott's question. Scott looked a little disappointed. "I am not a baby," I protested. I wasn't quite sure what he was talking about but I knew I wasn't a baby. I wanted to be part of whatever they had in mind. "Nah, Mike's probably right. You're not old enough to do it anyway," Scott said slipping into the pool. "I'm almost the same age you are," I said boldly, knowing he had almost 9 months on me. "Then why don't you hang out with us tonight?", Mike said from behind me. I didn't know what he had in mind. I remembered how Scott had just sat and watched as Mike pushed my face into his crotch and how little help he would be if things went wrong. "I can't," I said looking back at Scott. "My mom won't let me stay out past dark." "We're gonna hang out at my house," Mike said with a wicked grin. "My dad'll be home but he usually just hangs out in his office "working" on the computer. He won't bother us. Why don't you tell your mom you're staying at Scott's house." "C'mon," Scott said. "We'll just ask your mom if it's alright if you stay the night. We won't say where you're staying the night." I was torn inside. I still hadn't been able to tell Scott about what I saw earlier and I wanted to tell someone. "What if she calls?", I said feeling uncertain. "She's not gonna call squirt," Mike said from behind me, making me jump. "Besides, if she calls we'll just say we went to my house to get something and fell asleep or something." I looked over at Scott who was looking at me in anticipation. "Okay," I said reluctantly. Scott smiled brightly and I heard Mike say from behind me, "Sweeeet." What were we gonna do? "Lunch is on the table boys," Scott's mom yelled from the patio. We all wrapped towels around us and headed over to the table. Mike sat down first and quickly had the hamburger to his mouth. "Thanks Mrs. M," Mike said around a mouthful of food. "Don't they feed you over at that house of yours," she laughed and headed back in. "I'll bring out some potato salad." I sat down and ate my hamburger but wasn't that hungry. My stomach felt funny. Scott looked over at me and, sensing my reluctance about the evening said, "Don't worry. It'll be fine. Plus you're gonna be happy you did." He looked at me with a sly smile and then looked over at Mike who was smiling too. I looked at Mike as he smiled devilishly at me. He was a full head taller than me and was just a lot bigger in every sense. I was sort of a skinny kid and Mike was thick. He wasn't fat but he also wasn't toned and fit like Scott was. There wasn't really any muscle definition there but you could tell he was strong. His thick brown hair hung over his ears and his hands looked like he could carry a basketball in each of them with no trouble at all. I also noticed he had some hair under his arms. He just stared at me and kept smiling. Scott's mom came out with a big bowl and put it down on the table. She smiled at Mike and said, "Do you want another hamburger?" Mike blushed and smiled shyly then, in a manner of awkward hesitation, said, "Thank you Mrs. M. I don't want to seem like a pig..." "Don't be silly," she said, turning and smiling. "One more hamburger coming up." Mike's eyes lit up as he took a big scoopful of potato salad. "You're mom rocks," Mike said as he put a big forkful of potato salad in his mouth. Scott's eyes rolled and he said, "You say that every time. I think she's just happy someone likes her cooking." Mike looked at me and said, "What's the matter squirt?" I felt like maybe I was making a mistake asking to stay the night. "Maybe I should go home," I said feeling a little afraid. Scott looked at me and sighed but then, Mike seemed upset. "C'mon li'l dude. It'll be fun," he said. It almost sounded like pleading. "Okay. Let me go call my mom," I said heading toward the back door. "Mrs. Malloy," I called out. "Can I use your phone again?" She smiled, handing the phone to me, and said, "Sure honey, just make it quick, I'm waiting for a call." I called my mom and though reluctant she said it was okay. "Let me talk to Mrs. Malloy," my mom said as an afterthought. Oh crap! "She said she's waiting for a call," I said quickly. "She asked me to make it fast." My mom sighed and said, "Well, okay. As long as it's alright with her. If you want to come home or have any trouble just call and I'll come get you." I sighed and she said, "Alright then, well, I love you." I knew Scott and Mike were listening so I just said, "Me too. Bye." I hung up and handed the phone back to Mrs. Malloy. It rang almost immediately. She picked it up and quickly started talking to someone and headed back inside. I suddenly felt very wicked and it felt good. I'd never told a fib to my mom before. "Okay," I said. Scott and Mike both smiled. What had I gotten myself into? ************************************************ Later, as we rode our bikes over to Mike's house I felt a little heady from all the excitement I was starting to feel. I was gonna stay at someone's house I didn't really even know. And, after having spent the afternoon with Mike, he seemed like a much nicer guy than I thought. Every so often, while we were out playing in the pool, I'd feel his eyes on me. I'd look over and he's smile and go under the water. It made me feel funny. As we pulled our bikes into the driveway I was in awe. The house was in a fancy neighborhood and this was one of the nicest houses on the block. I looked over at Scott who was smiling. He looked at me and said, "Cool, huh?" We pulled our bikes around to the back of the house were there was a huge back yard and a 3 car garage. Mike walked to the back door and said, "We have to take our shoes off. My dad hates it when we track dirt in." "Where's your mom?", I said without thinking about it. I saw Scott tense and realized I had said something wrong. "She got real sick and died when I was a kid," Mike said in sort of a sad voice. "Oh, sorry," I said feeling embarrassed. "Yeah, it sucks," he said matter-of-factly. "But dad and I do okay." We walked in through a huge kitchen that looked like no one ever cooked anything in it. "Do you guys want something to drink?", Mike asked as he headed over to a huge fridge. "Can we have anything?", Scott said in a sly voice. Mike looked at him and said, "Yeah, but let me check if my dad's in his office." With that he headed down a huge hall. I looked at Scott with a questioning look. He smiled as Mike came running back to the kitchen. "It's cool. He's not even home yet," he said reaching in and pulling out two beers. "You want a beer, lil squirt?" he asked, almost a dare. "I've never had it," I said, feeling like a real baby. "We'll get you a coke. I'll let you taste mine if you want," he said smiling really broadly. Scott rolled his eyes and I missed the joke entirely. Scott took the beer and opened it in one quick motion. I took my coke (Which I was silently grateful for) and opened it. Mike took his beer and looked at Scott, then said, "Drink it slowly. I don't want you to get sick like last time." Scott just blew out his breath and said, "Don't worry." "C'mon," Mike said as he headed down a different hallway than the one he'd been down earlier. As we headed down the hall I was in awe at how nice his house was. The carpet was really soft and it was so quiet. We got to a closed door and when Mike opened it I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a huge TV with all sorts of video games and a stereo. There were tons of DVDs, CDs and games. "Wow," I said softly. Scott said, "I told you it would be fun." I nodded as Mike plopped down on a big sofa. I stood there and Scott said, "Put in the movie." He had finished his beer and was breathing a little heavy. Mike said, "Maybe a little later. Let's just play some video games right now." Scott seemed a little disappointed but plopped down on the other end of the sofa. He took up one of the controllers and said, "What do you have that's new?", while he looked through a big stack of games. Mike looked at me and said, "Sit down squirt. What do you wanna play?" I was still in awe. Scott stopped what he was doing and said, "Hey, can I have just one more beer." Mike looked a little reluctant but said, "Okay. Just pull it from the back and put a coke in where you took the beer from." Scott smiled and ran back to the kitchen. Mike patted the seat next to him and said, "Sit here." I walked over and sat down. He looked over at me and was smiling again. "Why do you keep callin' me squirt?", I said not knowing what to say. "Oh just what I think of when I think of you," he said with a big grin. Whatever, I thought. But he was being nice to me. I sat down in the middle of the sofa a little further away than where he told me to sit. Just then Scott came in holding two beers. Mike looked at him and said, "Dude, my dad's gonna notice that many beers missing." "There's a whole bunch in the pantry," Scott said unphased. "I just took some from the back and put 'em in the fridge." I wasn't quite sure what drunk was but I was pretty sure I was starting to see it on Scott. Scott plopped down and handed the other beer to Mike. Mike held up his almost full can and just shook his head and Scott sat it down on the table and shrugged. We started playing a zombie game and Scott was losing. I was even beating Mike as my zombie moves seemed to do his one better. "Wow squirt, I didn't think anyone could beat me at this game," he said with genuine awe. Scott's man finally got eaten and Mike's guy was cornered and about to go down. Mike said, "Alright. You win. I give up." I glowed. I went to take a drink of my coke and accidentally drank some of the beer. The bitter taste made my mouth pucker. "Yuck," I groaned as I took the can away from my mouth. "How can you drink this," I said looking at Scott. He sat there bleary eyed and said, "It tastes awful but it feels really good." I looked over at Mike. He just took the can and took a big drink. 'Okay', I thought and took another big drink of his beer. Scott had polished off the other beer during the game. He was looking a little sleepy. It was still awful, but not as bad as the first drink. Mike took the can from my hand and as he did his fingers brushed against mine. It sent a warm shiver right down my spine. He leaned forward and said, "How about we watch a movie?" Scott's head popped right up. But then we heard a door open. Mike looked panicked. He grabbed the cans and put them behind a bunch of games. Scott sobered up really quickly and I just sat there a little scared. Just then I heard a deep voice from down the hall. "Mike are you home," the deep voice said. I guessed it was his dad. "Yeah dad," Mike said in an innocent voice. "We're in the game room." I could here his dad coming closer and Mike stiffened. "Who's 'we'", he said as he entered the room. His dad looked like a movie star. He had on a dark suit and white shirt. His hair was slicked back and he had a tan that made his white teeth glow. I could see where Mike got his bulk from. His dad was big. His dad looked down at Scott and nodded, "Hi Scott," he said in a soft, deep voice. "And you are," he said extending his hand. "I'm Tim, sir," I said shaking inside. I reached my hand out to shake his and his whole hand was as big as my head. It felt like I was shaking hands with a giant. "Nice to meet you Tim," he said smiling. "Sir, huh? Mike I like this one. You could learn something from him," he said, giving me a wink. "I just came home to change. I'm having dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Haven," he said as he started to take off his coat. He was huge. "They want me to look at their portfolio and I think they're gonna try and fix me up with that daughter of theirs," he said with a sigh. "But, they are worth millions and it would bring a nice little commission." Then he looked at us again, "What are you boys up to tonight?", he said. "We were just gonna hang out and watch movies and play some more games," Mike said. "Well, if you want to order something in you can use one of the accounts," he said unbuttoning his shirt sleeves. The hair on his arms was dark and thick. "Don't stay up too late. Oh, and Scott," he said as almost an afterthought, "that's enough beer." Scott's face went beet red and I felt my own face color a little. "Mike, come with me for a minute," he said as he started out of the room. "Nice to meet you Tim. Good to see you again Scott," he said as he exited the room. I looked over at Scott and said in a low voice, "Do you think he's in trouble?" Scott still looked flushed. Mike came back in the room. He looked relieved. "What did he say?", Scott asked panicked. "How did he know I was drinking beer?" Mike looked over at him with a "you're an idiot" look. "Because," he said with a big sigh, "you left the one of the cans sitting next to the sofa." Scott looked down next to the sofa. "Oh my gosh," he said in a soft voice. "Sorry. Did I get you in trouble?" "No," he said. "He told me that he might be bringing home a lady friend and that when we get up in the morning to try and keep the noise down." I looked over at Mike and then Scott. "You mean she might stay the night? In his room?", I said a little embarrassed. "Yes squirt, in his room!," Mike said in mock horror! I felt my cheeks flush and said, "I guess I never really thought about my mom and dad doing 'that'". "You are too fuckin' much," Mike said, but not in a condescending way. I looked up shocked. "What?", he said genuinely curious. "You said the "F" word," I said still a little startled. That just made him smile bigger and nod his head. Scott said, "Well, I guess the movies out 'til he leaves." "Why?", I said, wondering what watching a movie and Mike's dad being home had anything to do with the other. "You'll see later," Scott said grinning at Mike. I saw Mike adjust his pants in the front. "Well, let's watch a scary movie!," I said noticing that he had the latest 'Resident Evil'. "I watched it," Mike said. Scott quickly said, "We haven't. Let's watch it!" Mike went over to the DVD player and I hear a small pop in different parts of the room. Scott saw me look around and said, "The sound in here is incredible." Mike used a remote and turned down the lights and the movie started. It was incredible. There were noises from the movie coming from all over the room as it began. Mike plopped down on one end of the sofa and Scott was on the other end. I sat in the middle with a cusion clutched to my chest as the zombie madness began. I tried not to hide my eyes and act like a baby but it was scary. At one point the zombies jumped out of a room and Mike (since he seen the movie and was anticipating it) grabbed me. I jumped and screamed. Scott jumped too but he just looked over at me and snorted. What Scott couldn't see was that Mike had left his hand near the small of my back. When I didn't pull away Mike sort of made a small rubbing motion. It felt nice. I looked over at him and he was looking at me smiling. I felt all weird inside. Around the middle of the movie Mike's dad came in and said with a smile, "Alright boys. I'm heading out. If you have bad dreams don't come to my room." With that, he turned and closed the door again. I didn't notice until he'd left that when his father had entered the room Mike had pulled his hand back to his own lap. We finished watching the movie and Mike said, "Let's order some food. What do you guys want?" "What can we get?", Scott asked as he and I followed Mike down the hallway to the kitchen. Mike opened a drawer and there must have been a million take out menus. "Do you like Chinese food?", he turned and looked at us. "I've never had Chinese food, except eggrolls once," I said as I looked at the menu. "Yum eggrolls," Scott said. "Let's get that one stuff that's really hot we got last time." Scott had obviously had Chinese food. How much time had he spent at Mikes? "Okay", he said looking at me. "Do you like spicy food?" I shrugged and said, "That sounds okay." He nodded and picked out a couple of things and then picked up the phone. The person on the other end of the phone answered and Mike started talking in Chinese. I looked over at Scott who was smiling like I'd just been let in on a big secret. "His dad has a lot of Chinese clients," he said softly. "They lived there when Mike was little." I had a whole new admiration for this former bully. He turned around to put the menu back and saw me looking at him. He seemed a little embarrassed. "That's really cool," I said admiringly. That made him blush even more. I had that feeling in my stomach again. We went back to the game room and as we sat down Scott said in a frustrated tone, "C'mon. Let's watch one of the movies." I looked over at Mike who looked at me and said, "You think squirt can handle it?" I felt a little insulted. "You can handle it can't you Tim," he said almost pleading. "I guess," I said not sure what I was getting myself into. Mike stood up and went over to a bunch of DVD's that were stuck behind some games. He put one it and walked back to the sofa. He grabbed a roll of paper towels that were sitting over to one side of the room. He came back over and plopped down on the sofa again. He grabbed the remote and hit play. On the screen a woman was dressed like a school girl. But she was too old to be in school...and she had a lot of make up on. Then a man came in and he was supposed to be a professor or something. I looked sideways as Scott who's hands were down the front of his pants. Then I looked over at Mike. He was watching the movie but he'd look over at me. As the scene progressed the man started telling the girl that she was going to fail her class but maybe they could work something out. The music seemed odd and the acting was horrible. Then the girl undid her top. I was dumb struck. Then she sat on the desk in front of the professor and spread her legs. He put his fingers up between her legs and suddenly I realized what the man had been doing earlier. He pulled her white panties to the side and started rubbing her private area. It was very pink and she moaned a lot. It was what the man had been doing to the woman this morning. I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Scott was unzipping his pants. I looked over at him and he just smiled and said, "Gotta get comfortable." There was not shame in it. He pulled his hips off the couch and slid his pants down. His weiner was hard as a rock. It looked huge compared to mine. Then I realized mine was just as hard. I felt a flush of embarrassment pass over me. "Haven't you ever jacked it lil squirt?" It was Mike's voice and it was coming from very close to my ear. I gulped but shook my head no. "It feels great," he said rubbing the front of his pants. I looked back at the screen and the man was licking the woman. She was moaning and I felt like my stomach was doing flip flops. I was stunned. But when he stood up and unzipped his pants and pulled out his weiner I felt a shudder run through my body. The woman leaned forward and took it in her mouth. She licked it and got it all wet. The man's moans sent tingles all through me. I felt eyes on me. Mike wasn't looking at the screen. He was looking at me. I felt uncomfortable and shifted a little. He still was rubbing the front of his pants but hadn't unzipped them or taken them down like Scott had. Scott's hand was flying up and down the full length of the hard rod between his legs. He was saying stuff too like he was talking to the woman. "Yeah baby, suck that big dick. Take it in your mouth," he was saying in gutteral tones. It made me feel even more excited. I looked over at Mike. He was completely caught up in watching Scott. He was rubbing the front of his pants even harder. I felt the electricity flowing between them. Scott hardly seemed to notice anything else in the room. Suddenly he started say, "Oh yeah baby. Oh yeah." Then he tensed and I saw it come out of his weiner. Just like the guy this morning. I shuddered and stared. His eyes closed and he layed there breathing hard. After a couple of seconds he looked over at us. He smiled and said, "What?" I just sat and stared in wonder. I wanted to touch it but was afraid. He looked over at me and said in an authoritative tone, "That's jackin' off Tim." I just gave him a silent "Oh". It was then that Scott noticed that Mike hadn't even unzipped his pants. "What the fuck dude," Scott said, almost insulted. "Why didn't you jack it?" "I was close but I didn't want to yet," he said in a smooth voice. "Maybe later we can watch another one. Now that squirt knows what do to do, maybe he'll join in." I felt my face go redder. I couldn't. My hard 2 inches was an embarrassment compared to Scott. His was twice as thick and almost twice as long. Before I had to make any decisions a door bell rang. "Food's here!", Mike said as he stood up and rearranged the front of his jeans. "I'll be right back," he said as he headed out of the room. Scott looked at me as he started wiping his stomach with the paper towels. "You gonna jack it with us later Tim?", he said with a wicked grin. "You weiner is so big," I said admiringly. He looked down and grinned. "Yeah it got a lot bigger over the last year. But you think mine is big, wait 'til you see Mikes," he said in a whisper. "It's HUGE." "I saw it in the pool today. He showed it to me under the water," I said not remembering it being HUGE. "Was it hard?", he asked, almost as a challenge. "I don't think so," I said thinking back to the pool. "Well, it's about as big as a can of Red Bull when it's hard. I could fit both hands on it", he said with some admiration in his voice. I couldn't imagine. I thought it sounded uncomfortable. "You touched it?", I asked almost embarrassed. "Yeah. We jacked each other a couple of times. It feels really cool but it's kinda weird havin' another guys hands on your dick," he said. "But I did it 'cause Mike wanted to. I can usually come faster when I'm doing it myself." "I saw a guy stroking his weiner today over on Lipton street," I said, remembering my story. "Weiner? Dude. That's a baby word. Call it a dick. or a cock," he said mockingly. I felt all hot again. I was gonna tell my story but suddenly felt embarrassed. "So what was he doing?", Scott asked like he hadn't just insulted me. "Hey guys, food's in the kitchen," Mike yelled from down the hall. "Okay," Scott yelled. He stood up and said, "C'mon. You can tell Mike the story too." We walked down the hall to the kitchen. The room looked different now that it was dark outside. The island in the middle had a light over it and the food was out of the bags and the cartons stood open with spoons in them. There were plates and silverware on sitting next to them. "Dig in," Mike said with a big grin. I looked into the cartons and saw something that looked like worms and another that had vegetables and chicken. There was one that Scott headed for and pulled out big spoonfuls of chicken with pepppers and carrots and different things. He'd put rice on his plate and laddled the food onto the rice. Then he picked out an eggroll with his fingers and sat down on a bar stool. I followed suit. I sat down and looked at the food in front of me. Mike was behind me and reached around me to one of the cartons and pressed his chest into my back as he did it. I felt the electricity again. He said, "Here try this one." as he put some of the stuff that looked like worms onto my plate. He pulled away. I tried it. It was salty and a little crunchy. He said they were bean sprouts. I really like them. Then I started eating the spicy one. Suddenly it felt like my mouth was on fire. My eyes started watering and my tongue was hot. Scott started laughing. You're not supposed to eat the pepper doofus." Mike was laughing too. I realized what I must look like with my tongue hanging out of my mouth and started laughing too. As we ate I told the story of what I'd seen this afternoon. Scott was completely quiet as I told him about the girl and how she stood there moaning while the man rubbed her right in front of me. "What did she look like," he said in hot, short breaths. He was rubbing the front of his pants. I shrugged. How could I tell him I wasn't looking at her. "I couldn't see her very good. She was facing him," I said to a disappointed face. "Man, I'd love to put my fingers in a nice wet pussy and make a girl cum," he said rubbing with a new fierceness, lost in his thoughts. But Mike was looking at me. He had a look in his eyes that told me he knew exactly what I had been watching. I looked away. I felt like he knew a secret that even I didn't understand. We had our fill and Mike started to clean up. I asked if he wanted me to help him wash dishes but he said their cleaning lady would do it in the morning. Wow. A cleaning lady. At my house we called her mom. "Wanna watch another movie?", Mike suggested. "Let's go on the chat rooms," Scott said quickly. "What chat rooms?", I asked wondering why we would want to go there. "Sometimes girls will show you there tits and more if you jack off for them," he said lustfully. "Camera's broken on mine," Mike said. "Darn," Scott said. "And that means you only get to see ugly ones." "I think I want to watch another movie," I said feeling a little sleepy. Mike took control of the situation and said, "Let's just watch another movie." I sighed gratefully. I'd had enough 'new experiences' I thought. Scott looked at the fridge with a sly smile and Mike looked back at him with a frown and shook his head. "C'mon," he whined. "Your dad already know I had one." Mike relented and said, "Okay, but that's all. I'm the one who get chewed out when he notices." Scott beamed as he ran and grabbed another beer. "Grab me one too," Mike said suddenly. "We'll share it," he said looking at me. I didn't think I'd wanted anymore but I did sort of remember a warm feeling from the few sips I had. Scott came back holding two beers and we headed back toward the game room. Before we were down the hall Scott had his open and was drinking it. "God!", Mike almost yelled. "Don't spill that in there dickweed." Scott rolled his eyes at him as if to say, "I wouldn't dare spill a single drop." When we got Scott grabbed a DVD and said, "I haven't seen this one yet." It was the new Batman movie. I wanted to go see it but my mom or dad wouldn't take me. Mike turned out the lights and we all took our seats on the sofa. Scott took the final drink of his beer and sat the can down on the table. Wow. He could drink beer fast. That was like four beers he had tonight. I heard the beer tab pop and the hiss of the carbonation. I turned to see Mike gulp a couple of drinks. He smiled, seeming a little embarrassed and passed the can to me. Not wanting to be a 'baby' I took a big gulp. I almost choked it tasted so bitter but I swallowed it. I went to hand it back to Mike but he said, "Finish it off." It seemed like there was still quite a bit left but I did as instructed. I think I drank more than last time. As we sat watching the movie I felt a little sleepy. I heard Scott snoring on his end of the sofa. I looked over at Mike and he was wide awake and seemed a little nervous. When he felt me looking at him he smiled down at me. I was feeling no pain. I felt really good. I wanted to sit closer to him. Without thinking anything about it I scooted next to him and rested my head on his chest. I heard him sigh really deeply and felt his arm close around me. It felt really good. I woke up to the credits rolling. Mike was asleep too. His head was leaning to one side. When I stirred he stiffened and he looked down at me. He seemed to panic a little. Suddenly I felt really uncomfortable. What was I doing? He looked over at Scott who had balled himself up and had a pillow between his legs. He was out. Mike looked back down at me relaxing a little. He whispered, "Wait here." He got up and headed out of the room. I looked at the clock. It was a little after 11:00. He came back and whispered. My dad's not home yet. I just wanted to make sure so I could throw the cans in the recycling. I thought that was odd. Why did I have to wait here then. It smelled like maybe he brushed his teeth. He leaned his head down next to my ear and said, "Wanna see a trick?" He had that same glimmer in his eye he had this morning by the pool. This time I knew what the trick was and I did want to see it. I nodded, feeling my knees weakening. He pulled me to my feet and we headed down the hallway. He opened a door and lead me into a darkened room. He told me to wait for a second. I heard him crossing the room and he turned on a light in a bathroom. He pulled the door closed a little so that there wasn't a lot of light but I could see it was his bedroom. It was as big as my livingroom. There was a huge king sized bed in the middle of one wall. He pulled me over to it. "What are you doing?", I said breathlessly and a little confused. "Something I wanted to do the first day I saw you," he said and kissed me right on the mouth. I tried to pull away but he spun me around so that my back was to his bed and pushed me down on it. I laid there a little scared, a little excited and VERY confused. He straddled me and leaned down over me again. "But we're boys," I said wanting him to keep going but afraid. "Yes, we are," he said, griding his groin against me. I tried again to pull away but he had me pinned. He grabbed my hands and pulled them above my head. I struggled a little but that only seemed to make him more aggressive. He leaned down and kissed me hard. I felt his tongue push into my mouth. I pushed back against him and then surrendered to it. I had to admit it felt really good. When I started kissing him back he released his hold a little. I looked into his eyes and all I saw was lust. He got off me and I laid there not sure what to do. He reached forward and in 2 quick steps unzipped my pants and pulled them off. I felt the cold air hit my legs and only then realized how hard my 'cock' was. Suddenly I was embarrassed about the size and went to cover it up. He pushed my hands away and I felt the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt. His mouth had closed over my cock and his tongue was licking my balls. I was shaking it felt so good. He was making loud noises as he slurped me up. I heard him unzip his pants and I really wanted to see it but this felt too good. I laid there as every part of me was on fire. Oh no, I was gonna pee. He had to stop. "Stop. Stop. Mike. I'm gonna pee." That only made him slurp harder and faster. It was too late. I had warned him. The room lit up with fireworks. My body started convulsing and I couldn't feel my legs. I was only slightly aware that I had Mikes hair in my hands and was pulling on it. The feeling started to lessen and then Mike, in one quick movement, stood over me, his pants around his ankles, cock in his hand. OMG! It was HUGE. It was bigger than the man in the movie and I think it was bigger than a red bull can. With a large groan I felt spurts of hot liquid spray on my belly. It went up my belly and I felt it hit my chin. Was this normal? He stopped convulsing and started to fall on top of me. It scared me. He was so much bigger than me. But before he completed the fall he put a hand on either side of my head and lowered himself down. He was breathing hard. He seemed a little scared. "Are you okay?", he said seeming a little embarrassed. "That was awesome!", I almost yelled. He cringed a little and shushed me but had a huge smile on his face. He leaned down and kissed me again. "Would you want to do that again sometime? Ya know, like if Scott wasn't here?", he said in a small voice. I just nodded smiling even bigger. He laughed and rolled next to me. We laid there a while. Just coming down off of our orgasm. "You're really big, down there I mean," I said, more as an observation than anything else. "Yeah. I got that from my dad. He's huge!", he said rolling his head to look at me. I couldn't imagine. Then I had to ask, "Is it uncomfortable when your have on pants?" "Nah, I just push it between my legs. It makes my balls hurt if I don't do it right, but it's okay," he said without much thought. "How do you know how big your dad's is?", I asked suddenly realizing he must have seen it hard. "One day, when I was 7 or 8 I walked in when he was at his computer. He was watching some woman on the screen shoving something in her pussy. He didn't realize I was there until he shot all over the screen. When he finished he realized I was there. He was a little embarrassed but he didn't try to hide it. He explained what he was doing and that it happened to all guys.", he said remembering the story. Then he sighed, "But I don't know what he would think if I told him I liked boys instead of girls." "Can boys like boys?", I said, knowing that I liked him. "Yeah, it's called 'being gay'", he said staring up at the ceiling. Just then we heard Scott yell from the game room. "What are you two queers doing?", he said, half laughing, half suspicious. Mike quickly jumped up and pulled up his pants. He looked around the room and found my pants and threw them to me. "Hurry, go in the bathroom and put 'em on," he said in a panicked whisper. I ran into the bathroom and closed the door. As soon as I closed the door I heard Mike yell to Scott. We're in my room. Tim had to go to the bathroom and I think the one off the kitchen is broken. I heard Scott start to walk in the room and Mike quickly walked him out saying, "Let's get some ice cream." "Hey Tim," Mike yelled back, "We're gonna get some ice cream. We'll be in the kitchen." I pulled up my pants and then noticed a huge glop of cum still on my chin. I took my finger and scooped it off my chin. I wasn't sure why but I put it in my mouth. It was a little salty but knowing it was Mike's cum seemed to make it better. I made sure I didn't have anymore on me and went out to the kitchen. We ate ice cream and Mike brought in sleeping bags and we all slept on the floor in the game room. I couldn't go to sleep at first. I laid there thinking about what had happened. I heard Scott's soft snoring and then I felt Mike's hand in my hair. I over at him. He smiled and I fell asleep. ************************************************************ This was a fantasy. This was not real life. If you have any compliments I'm always eager to hear them. If you have flames they will be ignored. Please remember to donate to nifty to keep the stories 'ahem, cumming'. Feel free to email me with your own stories or fantasies. Karlsfriend@gmail.com