Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 02:35:24 -0800 From: Jason Newbell Subject: Danny & Michael, Spring Surpise: Part VI This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between minor boys. If you do not like this, are not of age, or it is illegal in the area which you reside, please leave now. I should also mention that this is an original work by myself and you CANNOT copy or use any part of this story without my permission. Here is the sixth chapter of Spring Surprise. Hope you enjoy it. The seventh chapter will be the last of his story. I haven't begun to write it, but I will try to do so shortly. My goal is to complete the story by the New Year. What's next? I plan to complete a couple of stories I started but neglected to finish. There are also a couple of stories that I had finished but didn't post on Nifty. The "Danny and Michael" series is the only one I have published online so far. I'll give a complete run down when I post Chapter Seven, so that if you enjoy my stories, you can be on the lookout for the new ones. I'll give you a little hint... two of the stories contain a boy from the "Danny and Michael" series. They are at different ages in these stories (one younger, one older) and are in a completely different timeline. But that's all for now. :) Also, stay tuned for another important announcement with the Seventh Chapter, but until then, enjoy! You can reach me at: jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com. Send any comments, suggestions, whatever. Chapter Six: Midnight Fun "Touchdown!" I yelled, flinging my hands in the air and causing the X-BOX controller to hit the ground. "Fucking bullshit," Michael mumbled, barely audible. "You can't contain Michael Vick," I gloated. The extra point was up and through. My Falcons led Michael's Patriots 34-31. "I thought you were gonna run," Michael said quietly. "You only had two yards to go." "Yeah but the Patriots defense is cheap," I replied. "You're the freaking World Champs and I still beat you." "Not yet," Michael said, referring to the fact there was five seconds left in the game. I was about to do it. I was going to beat Michael at Madden football, a game where he reigned supreme. The only game I could really beat him at was Halo, which I was an expert at. Sure, I got him time to time in other games, but never Madden football. I think his all time record was about a hundred wins and no losses. He looked pissed, his eyes fixated on the screen, his thumb pressing the "A" button repeatedly even though it had no effect until I selected my play. "You're going down," I grinned, overjoyed at my fortunes. Fourth and goal from the two. A field goal would do me no good, I knew I had to put it into the endzone. I had run the three previous plays, gaining six yards total. I guessed Michael would play the run again and he did. I had Vick play action fake to the running back and then throw the fade. Caught. Touchdown. "Do you believe in miracles? Yes!" "Boom," I said, adding my own sound effects to the game. The ball sailed out of the endzone for a touchback. "Hmmm," Michael hummed, intently flipping through the `Shotgun' playbook. I set my defense to `Prevent' and kicked my feet up on coffee table. "It's all over," I chanted, punching Michael lightly in the shoulder. He was pissed. I wonder if this would affect our fun tonight. He probably wouldn't even speak to me the rest of the night, but knowing Michael he'd still be up for sex. The ball was snapped and Michael scanned the field for an opening. Right before I was about to sack him with the lineman I was controlling he hurls the ball downfield and it's caught at the fifty yard line. No biggie, I had three guys in the area. They all swarmed to the ball, ready to make the tackle. "Yes!" I exclaimed. Hold on, right before the guy was able to get tackled Michael laterals it to a nearby teammate. He catches it and starts heading up the field. Shit, I thought, my heart suddenly racing. That button never works for me! Luckily my other safety converged on him and was poised to make the stop near the twenty-five. But lo and behold, Michael laterals it again, but this time the ball falls to the turf and bounces wildly. "Come on," Michael says, controlling the closest guy and racing towards the ball. The guy that was closest for me was a linebacker and Michael beat me to the ball. I was about to tackle him but he spun out of my grasp and headed towards the endzone. "Shit," I said, starting to get frantic. This had to end. Two more of my players converge on him and started to run Michael's player out of bounds near the ten. Then I saw it. The game was over. Michael pitched it to a trailing receiver who waltzed untouched into the endzone. "Yessssssss," Michael screamed, pumping his fist back and forth. "Touchdown Patriots!" I stared at Michael in disbelief. Things always went his way. As soon as he turned 18 he needed to buy a lottery ticket, because knowing him, he'd win. "Oh, the band is out on the field," Michael said, giddily reciting the famous call as the automatic replay kicked in. "The Patriots have won! There will be no extra point!" "What... the... hell..." was all I could manage to get out. I was five seconds away from winning in Madden football against Michael. Five lousy seconds. And then Michael, doing something only he could do, organizes some weird ass series of events that leads to the win. I turned my eyes from the screen to Michael's face. He was grinning of ear to ear, bopping up and down as if dancing to music. "I win," he said, looking at me sympathetically. I didn't need any sympathy though. Any sorrow I felt for myself was overpowered with the attraction to Michael at that moment. Why was this kid so good at everything? He was just sitting there grinning at me, his cute face lit up with the joy of what had transpired. "God you're hot," I said, staring Michael in the eyes. "You too," he grinned, lunging at me. Our lips met and we began to kiss. We had started to kiss a bit more, but it normally just occurred on the weekend sleepovers, and it was mostly just between me and Michael. I'd kiss Marcus after a good fuck or a peck on the cheek before he left if there were no parents around, but it wasn't the same as with Michael. With Michael, we went full out. Tongues in each other's mouths, our hands frantically moving all around the other's body, our crotches grinding together. There was a special connection between just us two that I couldn't quite explain yet. But it felt like we belonged together. Our boners ground against each other through our athletic shorts. We knew we couldn't take them off, it was only nine o'clock and Michael's parents had returned home and were only a few doors down in their room reading. It didn't matter though, Michael and I were in heaven just making out and dry humping one another. We were laying down on the couch, which faced away from the door of the bonus room so someone coming in couldn't even see us. "Mmmm," Michael said, releasing his mouth from my mouth for a second to seemingly catch his breath. Back down his went, his tongue and my tongue swirling around each other, sending electric waves of pleasure down our bodies. We continued for a good five minutes or so, our pace slowly decreasing until Michael finally pulled his mouth from mine and opened his eyes. He gently guided me to lay flat on my back, his body hovering over mine. "I love you," he said, his hazel eyes paralyzing me. "Love you too," I said, receiving his lips. We held the kiss a good ten seconds or so before Michael flopped down on top of me. His body heat radiated into my own body, like a human blanket. We both closed our eyes and just lay there, enjoying the company of one another. I could feel his heart beating on chest, his hot breath gracing my neck. We stayed like that for a few minutes before we heard someone approach. Michael groaned slightly and slowly rolled off me and to the ground. "Oh here it is," Michael said, picking up the remote. I caught the drift, pretending to search for it in the couch cushions. "Found it?" Michael's mom asked, oblivious to what had transpired. "Yup," Michael said, smiling and showing her the remote. "Good," Michael's mom responded, giving us an odd look. "You guys okay?" "Yeah," Michael said. "Why?" "You look flushed," she said concerned. "Is it hot in here?" "Nope, don't think so," Michael said, starting to fidget. "Let me feel your forehead," she commanded, starting toward Michael. "It was the football game probably," Michael said, trying to get out of it. "It was really intense and me and Danny were into it. See? I won by three." That didn't stop Michael's mom from feeling her son's forehead. "You're damp and warm," she said, taking her hand off. "Yeah, me too," I said, feeling my own forehead. "Who said video games weren't a workout?" Michael's mom laughed. "Apparently with you two," she said. "Michael's so darn competitive, I can imagine." "Mooooom," Michael whined. "Anyways, goodnight," Michael's mom said, giving both of us a peck on the cheek. I had become like a second (well, third) son to her, and Michael the same with my mom. The parents also got along very well, which helped ease our constant appearances at each other's houses. She left the room and went into her own, closing the door. We could see their light go off in the dark hallway. Both Michael's brother and sister were out for the night. His brother, a senior in high school, went to some concert and was going to crash a friend's house. Michael's parents were pretty relaxed and Michael's sister was allowed to stay out until two on weekends. His dad actually set their alarm clock and woke up to check she was home by then, so we always had to be aware of that so he wouldn't walk in on us or even hear us. We were almost always done and asleep by then though. "Well, what to do?" Michael said, sitting down next to me on the couch and turning towards me. "Wanna swim?" I suggested. "Oh yeah," Michael said, a smile forming on his face. "We'll have to wait an hour or so," I said, knowing Michael's parents didn't tend to fall asleep very quickly. "Yeah, sounds good though," Michael said, flipping on the TV. We settled on Nick at Night and "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air." "Foot rub?" I asked, glancing at Michael. "Sure," he grinned, laying back against the armrest of the couch and placing his feet in my lap. I slowly began to rub his soft skin, Michael giggling a bit because he tended to be ticklish. His toes were perfect, just like the rest of his flawless body. After a while I finished up on his right foot, stroking his legs a little bit before switching to the left foot. His legs had little sprouts of hair on them, and although they were still light, you could feel the hair as you rubbed your hands up and down him. We stared at the TV, my hands stuck in "automatic" as they worked his soft, silky feet. "Switch?" Michael asked, glancing at me. "Sure," I agreed, assuming Michael's position. "You have the cutest feet ever," Michael said, rolling him around in his hands. "No, you do," I said. "Seriously Danny," Michael said. "God damn." "I do what I can," I joked, turning my attention back to the show. Michael's hands working my feet felt awesome. I closed my eyes and just relaxed, listening to the dialogue from the TV and totally absorbed in the foot rub I was being given. Michael got tired and stopped right as the show ended. He kissed all up and down my legs before declaring he was finished. "MadTV?" he asked, remote poised and ready to change the channel. "Yeah," I agreed. We flipped to Fox just in time to catch the opening skit. We still had to wait another thirty minutes or so before it was safe to go in the pool. The time was spent fishing through each other's pants and not really paying attention to what was happening. I ran my fingers through Michael's pubic hair time and time again, feeling their soft, wispy texture. I knew that eventually they would become coarser, but right now they were still as soft as the hair on top of his head. Both of us had raging erections and we were down to our boxers. Chances are Michael's parents weren't going to go out of their room, but we still had to make sure they were asleep before going outside. Finally 11:30 rolled around as Michael and I flipped the TV off during the middle of a skit. Showed how much we cared about it at that moment. We slowly snuck our way downstairs and out the back slider. It was pretty cold, probably in the mid-40s or so. I could see my breath but I didn't feel especially cold at that moment. "What if your sister comes home early?" I asked. "Never happens," Michael responded. "Earliest she gets home is one fifty nine. Plus, we could easily hear a car pull up." "True," I said, helping Michael to roll back the tarp that covered the in-ground pool. "Fifty six degrees," Michael informed me, reading the temperature gauge in the pool. "Wow," I replied, unsure how to gauge that. "Is that cold?" "I dunno," Michael said. "Normally in the summer it's in the seventies. I stuck my toe in and immediately retracted it. "It's hella cold," I informed him. "Hmmm," Michael said, starting to laugh at the situation. "Wasn't this cold that night with Marcus," I recalled. "Remember?" "How could I forget?" Michael asked. "Our first fuck." I laughed. "It wasn't this cold then was it?" I asked. "That was like... January." "Yeah," Michael said, "but I turned the heater on the day before cause I wanted to skinny dip. My parents would kill me if they knew I did that... but anyways, yeah it was fine then." "Oh," I said, the cold air starting to get to me. "Guess I'll take the initiative then," Michael said, strutting up to the diving board. "I'm not even going to feel it. I'm just gonna jump in. Dare me?" "Yeah," I grinned. "Okay," Michael said, beginning to strip, "but if I get in you have to too." "Okay," I agreed. "Promise?" he asked. "Yes Michael," I said, acting annoyed. "Okay then," he grinned. He slipped off his boxers and now was completely naked. I couldn't make out much in the slim moonlight, but I could tell his normally loose hanging balls were pretty tight to his body. "Anytime," I teased after Michael had stood at the beginning of the diving board for a good fifteen seconds or so. "How cold was it again Danny?" he said, sounding worried. "Fifty six," I replied. "No," he said, shaking his head. "When you put your toe in." "Oh. I'm not telling." "Why not?" Michael whined. "The dare was to jump in with no idea how cold it was." "Finnnnnnne." Michael took a deep breath, which I could see in the cold nighttime air. He bounded down the diving board and did a cannonball into the water. A huge splash came up from the pool, but fortunately I wasn't in its path. I saw Michael struggle to get up as soon as he hit the water, his little legs kicking as hard as possible. He surfaced. "Holy shit!" Michael screamed, frantically paddling towards the ladder. "Fuck!" "Shhh," I reminded him, not wanting to wake his parents. "Fuck Danny," he said, lowering his voice. His wet body came charging up the ladder and out of the pool. "Cold?" I asked, a grin on my face. "Yeah," Michael said, shivering. He started to jump up and down on the pool deck, rubbing his hands together. "You okay?" I asked concerned. "Yeah," he replied. "Not so bad now that I'm out." "So it was really cold?" I asked, now nervous to fulfill my end of the bargain. "God yes," he replied. "You can't imagine. Was kind of fun though... a rush." "Oh," I said. My eyes devoured his cute little body, covered with goosebumps and still soaking wet. His nipples were painfully erect and his package was incredibly small. I'd examine that later, as I wanted to get my part of the deal out of the way. "Your turn," Michael grinned, his face very much the same after he won that football game. "Yeah yeah," I said, stripping my clothes off and racing onto the diving board. "No point in delaying like a little girl like someone I know." "Hey shuddup," Michael grinned, no longer shivering. "One, two three!" I counted down before plunging into the pool. My life literally flashed before my eyes as I was in the air about to hit the water. It felt a lot like when I first spotted Jack watching us. That sickening feeling in the bottom of your stomach. I crashed into the water and immediately started to panic. Michael was right, it was really freaking cold. I struggled to surface, my head finally breaking into the cool night air. "Oh shit," I gasped, unable to scream like Michael. I worked my way to the ladder and quickly climbed up it. Michael was waiting there for me with a grin. "Cold?" he asked innocently. "Yeah," I said, playfully punching him in the shoulder. The water had jolted me awake and sent a rush of adrenaline down my body that I think helped me deal with the temperatures. Once I was out of the water, I didn't feel very cold at all. No wind helped with that too I guess. Thank goodness this wasn't last night when we were talking to Jack. "Actually was kinda fun huh?" Michael asked me, taking me up in a big bear hug to warm me up. "Yeah it was," I said, embracing Michael's warm body. It was weird not to feel his boner poking me, like it often did in this situation. To be honest, I couldn't really feel anything at all, my body was numb. We hugged for a good minute or so before Michael spoke up. "I'll tell you what I wanna do," he said, pushing me away gently and grabbing me on the shoulders so he could look me straight in the eye. "What?" I asked, ready for anything. "I want to go in the pool again, but with you this time," he said. "I want to get our blood pumping, our adrenaline racing. Then I want to get out and fuck you right here and now on the grass." I was in a trance, his eyes glued to his. "Okay," I said softly. "Let's do it." "Okay," Michael smiled. We held hands, nodded at each other, and then leaped into the water. The same feelings of panic rushed over me as I hit. We both surfaced. "Try to stay in," Michael said, frantically treading water. "Okay," I said, the frigid water giving me a headache. Michael went under the water and swam underneath my body, drifting his hand across my legs as he passed. As soon as he surfaced, I went underwater and felt my way to his crotch. It felt bumpy and compact, my eyes unable to open in the cold water. I quickly ran out of breath and rushed towards the top. "Can't hold your... breath very long," I said, gasping. "The cold makes it go away quick." "Yeah," Michael said. "Let's race to the swallow end and back then get out." "Okay," I agreed, ready to get out of the frigid pool water. My body was numb so it wasn't very painful, but I could feel my body screaming for me to get out. "One, two, three!" Michael said, lunging forward and beginning to swim with all his might. I was right behind him, the hard work warming my muscles up. We hit the swallow end wall at the same time, Michael giving me a little grin as we started the other way. He kicked it into a higher gear and started to pull away. It was a gear I simply did not have, so I grabbed his feet instead to stop him. "Hey!" Michael said, turning towards me. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled, my body rushing over the top of Michael's. I could feel my balls rub on Michael neck and head as my hands touched the deep end wall. "I win," I said, turning toward Michael and giving him the same look he had given me after the Madden debacle. "Cheater," Michael grinned. "Now let's get the hell out of here." "Agreed," I said, climbing up the ladder. I purposely stepped up on the ladder one rung too high, causing my body to stretch out and my hole to open up to Michael. As expected, his finger was there to gently explore it. "Nice and clean," he grinned at me after I had gotten out and faced him. "Ready to be fucked," I smiled back. "Good," Michael laughed, getting out of the pool himself. "That was fun," I said, my body covered in goosebumps. "Totally," Michael beamed. "Let's go inside and dry off so we're not all wet. But I still wanna fuck you out here." "Okay," I agreed. We went inside to the downstairs bathroom and grabbed a towel. I dried Michael first, starting with his hair and working slowly down towards his crotch. It was still pressed tight against his body, grasping for any heat it could reach. "It's so small," Michael laughed. "Yeah," I said, closely examining Michael's package. Normally, Michael was the kind of boy whose balls hung loose, his dick about an inch or so when not erect. At least it was that way since I had first seen him nude late last autumn. However, that was not the case right now. I couldn't even pull on his scrotum without hurting him, it was that tight to his body. It was also covered in goosebumps and the light hairs that graced it were standing straight up. That would explain the odd texture I had felt while examining him in the pool. I turned my attention to his dick. "Wow," I exclaimed, "it's so tiny. You don't really even have a shaft or a base or anything. It's just the head." "Weird," Michael grinned, taking it up with his hand and examining it for himself. "And it's all dark from being cold. Normally that just happens when I'm about to cum." "Yeah," I grinned. "Don't worry Danny," Michael joked. "It will be just as big as normal when I fuck you." "Good," I grinned. He started to towel me off and examined my balls as well, in a similar state to Michael's. I had seen myself like this numerous times before, but to see Michael like that was very intriguing. Not because the concept was foreign, but rather the idea that the same tool Michael used to screw me could be shrunk to such small proportions. By the time he was done toweling me off however, it had started to loosen up some as the warm house slowly heated up our bodies. "Back outside?" Michael asked, hanging the towel up. "Yeah," I agreed, eager to release all the sexual tension that had built up during the day with Michael. We walked back into the cold night air, not nearly as bad now that we were dry. "Where should we do it?" Michael asked. "By the pool," I said, thinking. "No neighbor and there's only one window on your house on that side." "Good call," Michael said, slapping me on the butt. "Just what I was thinking." We returned to the pool, seeing our clothes scattered around the diving board. I'm sure it wasn't the smartest thing to go back into the house nude, but neither set of parents had ever bothered us after they had gone to bed. "This looks nice," Michael said, pointing to a patch of grass. The grass was long and wild, having not been mowed in quite some time. The recent dry weather also meant the ground dry ready for our enjoyment. Our penises slowly hardened as they knew the show was about to begin, no more teases. It was a Saturday night, just me and Michael, and we were about to get it on. All week I looked forward to this day, and this one would be especially nice since last night had been overshadowed by Jack catching us. "You can go first," Michael said, which was surprising to me. It seemed a majority of the time Michael went first since he was always so horny and looked desperate to unload an orgasm. He had that same look right now, except his eyes, which showed the sincerity of his offer. I loved him with all my heart and I knew he felt the same way. "Okay," I whispered back, giving him a kiss on the cheeks. The cool night air was a bit nippy but I wasn't cold at all. Not with the boy that was presenting himself in front of me. Not with the knowledge of the heat our love would generate. "Shit," Michael groaned. "Forgot the lotion." I didn't have the time or the will to go find it. I need to fuck him now. "Uhhhhh," I said, thinking. We had tried doing it without lubrication one time before, and although it felt awesome when you first entered, it was very difficult to slide in and out and became quite uncomfortable for both parties. "Spit?" Michael shrugged, laying on his back and presenting himself to my mercy. "I'll try," I said, examining Michael's boyrose, which appeared even tighter due to the cold. I lowered my face to within inches of Michael's crack and carefully aimed my saliva. It slowly fell and made contact right above his hole and than ran down and filled it up. The saliva seemed pretty thick, which I'm sure was best for this type of situation. My finger slowly began to rub the liquid all around, making sure my lover was well lubricated. Once that was done, I spit on my own hand and rubbed it around my cock. Finally I was satisfied and lowered myself into position. "Ready?" I asked customarily. He always was. "Yeah," Michael sighed. "Fuck me." I guided the head of my penis to Michael's asshole. Once I felt the two contact, my hand let go and I slowly leaned into Michael. More and more pressure was put onto his rectum's lips until it finally could take no more and gave in. My dick slid in violently, causing both of us to shudder in pleasure. The saliva seemed to be working sufficiently so far. Slowly I began to pump, pulling in and out of Michael. His bowels were warm and wet, radiating heat down my cock and into the rest of my body. I could see my deep breaths in the cold night air but yet I didn't feel the least bit cold. My eyes wandered from Michael's privates to his face, which rested back against the ground and was riddled with pleasure. His tongue was running all around his lips, his mouth open and moaning softly. Although his eyes were closed, he opened them every ten seconds or so, looking me in the eye and letting me know how much he enjoyed what was going down. I picked my pace up, the spit not really conducive to a slower fuck. It worked, but my dick wasn't sliding quite as smoothly as it normally did and it didn't feel quite as good. It still felt excellent, and when I picked the pace up it became mind numbing. Here I had fucked Michael dozens of times, but every time we did it I was blown away by just how good the feelings were. "Ohhhhhh," Michael moaned, his hands grabbing my ass and aiding my rapid pace. He squeezed and released my cheeks time and time again, giving me a massage that only added to the building pleasure. With the pace we were going and Michael's expert hands working my body, I knew that I wouldn't be able to last more than a minute or so. My breathing had become rapid and shallow. I turned my attention to Michael's package, his balls remaining tight to his body and not hanging down as usual. His dick was painfully erect, his head leaking precum into a pool near his belly button. A string of cum from this pool remained connected to his head, which danced wildly with each thrust of my own dick. Convulsions ran up and down my spine as the pleasure become unbearable. My whole body felt like it was on fire, ready to explode deep into Michael's bowels. "I'm cumming," I moaned, placing my hands near Michael's shoulders to get ready for the explosion. I leaned my head over and kissed Michael, keeping my head near his mouth even after we were done. The feelings finally became too much as I violently exploded into Michael. I moaned loudly as I leaked some of my cum deep into his intestines, releasing all the stress of the weekend into his backside. Michael moaned as well, his dick visibly leaking even more precum as I shot my own juices inside of him. Slowly I came to a stop, the spit nearly dried up and making any slow movements difficult to accomplish. Michael's ass did the work for me, gradually pooping out my half-erect cock. It flopped out, streaked with Michael's fluids and a little bit of poo. That didn't phase me, it was nothing a little soap couldn't get out. I watched Michael's hole slowly close up, not angry or red as it had become quite use to having my shaft penetrate it's tight lips. I fell back against the ground, exhausted. I had just experienced the most intense orgasm in weeks. The last time I had such a massive explosion was probably the weekend after the three of us couldn't get together either Wednesday or Thursday. After three days of no stimulation from another person, that Friday night fuck sure felt good. But this far surpassed that. Fucking Michael, the boy of my dreams, outside in the cold air after all that had transpired... it was awesome and beyond words. "Thanks," I finally managed to get out. "No problem," Michael said, slowly getting up. His dick was still leaking precum, so I bent over and licked it off the top of his head and belly. Michael smiled at me as I lay down and pulled my legs up to my chest. "God I can't wait," I said, ready to have Michael inside of me. His dick could do things to me that I never knew were possible. A couple of times I had almost had an orgasm while he fucked me, but he wasn't ever able to last long enough himself to make it happen. It was like he could fuck me from the inside, his dick rubbing my prostrate and other sensitive areas that most people never find. Michael slowly spat on boyrose and then rubbed it around much like I had done with him. It felt warm and slick and I was eager to see how it compared to lotion as a lubricant. Michael spit on his own dick, rubbing it around quickly, ready to get the lubrication process over with and start the main show. Within seconds, he pressed his dick against my asshole. "Ready?" he asked, so horny and full of hormones that he looked to be in pain. "Yeah," I whispered, pressing out like I was taking a dump. Michael could feel my lips move with the effort and knew that was his signal to go in, which he did after a little resistance. My rectum immediately closed up around his hard shaft, preventing any of the cold air from entering and providing Michael with what I'm sure was an awesome experience. "Oh fuck Danny," Michael moaned. "God I love you." "Ohhhhh," was all I could manage to get out. His dick was hitting every pleasure point my body, causing me to convulse and shudder. I was in heaven, my lover slowly pumping in and out of my asshole, his face riddled with pleasure. A remarkable feeling of serenity filled my twelve year old body was I lay there on my back with my legs up. Michael grabbed my calves and used them as leverage into my backside. He pushed in as far as possible before pulling back out, his light pubic hairs pressing up against my cheeks. His balls were still tight against his body, so the slapping sound they normally produced while fucking me was absent, however the pleasure was not. Michael leaned over and kissed me, much like I had done with him. His pace began to get more rapid and I could see his dick sliding in and out of my hole, shining and covered with my fluids. I took it all in; Michael's hot, tanned twelve year old body rapidly moving forward and backward as he fucked me with all his might. His cute little patch of pubic hair accented his cock, which was at the height of childhood. He used all of the nearly four inches he possessed, his face making all sorts of different expressions as his orgasm neared. I could see all the muscles in his well-toned body seize up, bulging as he exploded into my bowels. I could feel shot after shot after shot of his cum land inside my butt, Michael screaming with pleasure. He had quite a set of lungs of him, but you only really got to hear them when he was so overcome with ecstasy he couldn't contain himself. Slowly he came to a stop, flopping his tired and depleted body on top of my own. The temperature meant little to us, as our lovemaking had kept both of us plenty warm. I could feel my bowels slowly push his cock out, sending waves of pleasure down my body. We lay on top of each other in the grass for nearly five minutes before Michael slowly picked himself up. We both sat criss-cross towards each other, our soft penises resting softly against our tight scrotums. "That was awesome," Michael said, his face breaking out into a big smile. "Yeah, totally," I grinned back, unable to contain my joy. "The spit worked pretty well too," Michael mused. "Yeah," I agreed. "Not quite as good on both ends, but it worked really good. I know we'll probably use it sometime where we get the urge and don't have any lotion." "I'd like to find that out," Michael laughed. "Outside was just the beginning Danny." "Oh?" I asked. "I'm thinking grocery stores, doctor's offices, locker rooms at the pool," Michael exclaimed, spreading his arms out to depict the scope of his plans. "I even hear we can join a little club if we have sex in an airplane bathroom." "You're so full of shit," I laughed. Michael was being so adorable right now, I couldn't stand it. I tackled him to the ground, pinning his shoulders against the lawn. "What?" he grinned. "You're so cute," I said, lowering my lips and giving him a kiss on the lips. "You too," Michael grinned back. We then proceeded to kiss, grinding our soft crotches into one another and enjoying the companionship and bond felt after sharing our bodies. After a couple of minutes we finally slowed to a stop and stood up, rolling the tarp back over the swimming pool. Michael then collected all our clothes, handed me mine, and then headed inside. I was right behind him, admiring his cute and well toned butt along the way. The house felt very warm as we entered. It was amazing how comfortable we were outside in that cold weather, and it just went to prove how much our bodies responded while having sex. "Woah," I remarked, looking at the clock. It was just after one o'clock. "Yeah, late," Michael agreed. Up the stairs we went, Michael the lead once again. "You always are behind me," Michael said as reached the top. "You know why," I joked. "Yeah," he replied. "But I wanna see your ass jiggle once a while too." I turned away from him, bent over, and wagged my butt back and forth. "Danny," Michael laughed, shaking his head. "What?" I said, turning around and looking at him innocently. "You're cute," he grinned. "You too," I said as we entered the bathroom. Michael went pee and I washed off my cock from earlier. Apparently my bowels were clean so Michael didn't wash off his, but rather headed off to prepare the nest early. I went pee, feeling groggy from what amounted to a very long day. From waking up and feeling all nervous about Jack, to the exhilaration of watching Jack enjoy his time with us, to the multiple sexual teases with Michael that night that built up to a mind-blowing fuck on the back lawn. It was a day I would soon not forget. Michael had the nest all ready in the bonus room as I entered. We piled our clothes up, taking care to remove our boxers and place them in our pillowcases. We then snuggled into the blankets, finding each other's soft, smooth bodies through the mess of sheets. We embraced, our warm bodies radiating into one another. My dick was soft, however Michael had sprung somewhat of a boner. He ground it lightly into me, using my testicles to roll all around his head. "Good night," he said, giving me a kiss on the lips. "Night love," I said, sighing lightly with pleasure. Nothing could make me happier than being able to sleep in Michael's arms. His body radiated heat into my own, his legs tangled with mine, our crotches pressed against one another. We settled in with our mouths inches away from one another, breathing the same air. I loved to inhale right as Michael exhaled, feeling his warm breath fill my own lungs. Michael's light grindings finally slowed to a halt and I knew he was close to sleep, as was I. The last thing I saw before drifting into my dreams was Michael's angelic sleeping face, just inches from my own. END OF PART SIX Be on the lookout for part seven by the time 2006 rolls around. This will be the concluding chapter to "Spring Surprise." The seventh chapter will also clue you in on upcoming stories, and there will be a special announcement. Thanks for reading, and please send your comments to: jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com.