Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2006 17:49:52 -0000
From: succum241@msn.com
Subject: Mick and Friends - 2

Well here we go with chapter 2. I hope to keep this chapter shorter than
the first so that it is not such a slog to get through in one sitting.

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MICK AND FRIENDS

The last chapter closed with these words:

Of course when mom had finished, I was really feeling like a heap of
shit. I was crying now and told mom that I was even sorrier because I had
jumped in judgement and got it all wrong. I did thank her that she would
still help me to see Brandon and pointed out that he was really the first
real friend I had had.

"I know, and that is why I want to do everything I can to help you keep
that friendship."

"Thanks mom. I know that I don't deserve it after what I said, and I would
like to make it up to you if I can, but I don't know what I can do."

"You have already done it by showing me you're truly sorry." Moms are
great.

Chapter 2

Well, we had four weeks before we would actually make the move down the
road. Brandon was really upset when I first told him. I was his only real
friend and what we had begun together would not be easy to replace for all
the obvious reasons. He could understand why, but that really did not make
it any easier to bear.

We got one more sleepover in before the move. Mom had to work a late shift
two days in a row and so she arranged for me to go over to Brandon's house
straight from school on the Friday and then she was going to fetch me on
the Sunday morning. This was going to be exciting as we had never had the
chance to be together for two nights in a row before. Friday morning I
packed my bag for the weekend and mom was to drop it off at Brandon's house
on her way to work. School was a total waste of time that day because I
couldn't concentrate on anything except the ideas I was getting of what
Brandon and I could do together. I got into trouble with two teachers for
not paying attention and I had a semi or full hard-on most of the
morning. This brought a lot of ragging, but hey, I could take it. After all
another week and I wouldn't see any of these joes again. Perhaps the
weirdest thing was when Angela, one of the girls who fancied herself as a
bit of a nympho thought I was being turned on by her and she tried to give
me a touch-up. The action so shocked me that my cock deflated in her hand,
and I was able to say, "I wouldn't have you even if there was no other girl
to choose from." I know that was mean, but she took too much of a liberty
thinking she could just grab hold of my cock and have me begging for
more. Brandon really laughed when I told him how she had blushed and turned
away in tears.

Fortunately the route my school bus took went past Brandon's house and I
was able to get off at the next stop and walk for about 2 minutes to get
there. I got there before Brandon's mom got him home and so had to sit on
the step outside their door and wait for them. Fortunately, it was warm and
dry. As I only had to wait about 10 minutes before they arrived, I didn't
mind at all, but Brandon's mom was very apologetic and didn't seem to
notice that I said it was quite alright and that I didn't mind about ten
times. We all had a drink and a sandwich as soon as we got in and then
Brandon and I went up to his room to change.  Once in the room, I quickly
lost my uniform and as I was not wearing any underwear, stood there
completely naked, while I dug around in the bag mom had brought over for
some other clothes. When I straightened up, I saw that Brandon, too, was
completely naked and sporting an erection which immediately caused a
similar reaction on me.

"I love the shape of your bum when you bend over." He said in a soft voice;
quiet enough that his mother would not be able to hear if she had been
outside the door.

"And I love the look of your cock when it stands to attention for me." I
returned.

"We better not do anything yet," Brandon said, "Otherwise mom will want to
know what we are doing that is taking so long."

"That's ok. I have some ideas of what I would like to do and I think maybe
we should talk about it first. We don't want any surprises that ruin our
time together."

"Yeah. Let's finish getting changed and then go and play in the yard. We
can climb that tree in the bottom corner and talk there. That way we will
be able to see if anyone is coming before they can hear what we're saying."

We went out into the back garden and just mucked about a bit and finally we
climbed up into the tree. Brandon following behind me gave a little chuckle
and said, "I've got a perfect view right up your shorts and your dick is
actually hanging below the end of your short's leg."

"Control yourself and show a little decency by looking somewhere else." I
retorted in mock sarcasm quietly pleased that he liked looking at my
jewels.

"Why should I when the view I've got is the best landscape I have ever
seen?"

"Landscape!" I uttered in disgust. "You call that a landscape?"

"Well it's certainly not a still life. It's been swing to and fro and now
is growing."

"I would have thought a portrait or study in proactive life would be more
fitting explanations," I replied breaking into fits of laughter as the
great humour of the situation hit me.

By this time I had reached a point where I thought was high enough to make
overhearing clearly difficult and gave us a good vantage to look out and
see anyone approaching before they would realise where we were. I moved out
on the branch I had my weight on and turned to face into the tree trunk. In
so doing I was able to get my bum straddling the branch and another which
forked off of it, while at the same time leaning my back against another
branch which grew vertically to form a backrest to my seat.  To further
steady myself, I put my feet out to rest on other branches either side of
my seat. This meant that I had to have my legs bent at the knees and left
my crotch open. With the shortness of my shorts, my cock and balls hung
loose out of the one leg.  Brandon was able to then sit on the same main
branch with his back against the trunk of the tree. He likewise spread his
legs onto the side branches to help with balance and in doing so, cause his
shorts to gape revealing his cock and balls lying down the one leg of the
shorts. His shorts were a bit longer than mine and so he did not project
out of them, but he still gave me a good view.

Brandon leant forward and moved my cock so that it was lying along the
branch and thus would not be visible from down below. "Just in case someone
sneaks up on us without our realising." He said as he spent a bit longer
than necessary position my cock.

As my cock responded to his touch I said, "Well that was a bit of a waste
of time." It was now sticking up at a 45 degree angle and my balls were
sliding down the side of the branch.

"Not my fault you're such a randy bugger." Brandon countered. "Anyway, lets
hear some of these ideas of yours."

"Have you ever done anything more than just jack-off?" I asked

"I've only done what I did with you. If that is what you mean?"

"Well, like have you tasted your cum, or played with other parts of your
body while wanking?" I expanded my question.

"No. Can't think of doing anything other than just stroking my cock. I
mean, I've never humped my pillows or anything, and haven't even thought
about tasting. Have you?"

"Yeah. I once shot a load which landed in my mouth and I liked the taste of
it and so I taste it as much as I can. Also when that man I was expected to
look on as a father used to make me suck him off he came in my mouth and I
had to swallow his spunk."

"Eweh. That's gross. Doesn't it make you sick?"

"No, I like it and I want to taste yours, if you will let me."

"I will have to think about it. What else did that guy make you do?"

"He used to stick his finger up my bum and it hurt like hell. Because of
that I never touched myself there when doing myself. But the other day when
mom told me about moving I got into such shit that I was in solitary for
some hours with nothing to do but wank and so as I was giving myself a good
long slow job, I turned to see what it looked like in the mirror and
eventually found myself looking at my shit hole. Then I put a finger there
and found that it was really nice to play around there gently. I was using
lotion and so spread some of it down there and without really realising it,
I stuck a finger up my arse and started to finger fuck me. I found there is
a spot in there that really makes your orgasm seriously wicked."

While I had been relating al this to Brandon his cock had got hard and was
pushing out the end of this shorts standing up at an angle similar to
mine. He leaned forward and began stroking my dick. As I finished talking
he looked up into my eyes and I could see that there was a great mixture of
feelings portrayed there.

"I think I can guess what you might be wanting to do later on, but I'm not
sure I'm ready for all that yet. But I love you and don't want to hurt you
or lose you."

"Hey, it's not just about me, you know. I love you too and don't want to
hurt you either. We can't do anything unless we both agree -- ok?"

Brandon smiled and nodded his head, then leant right forward and asked if
he could kiss me. I was shocked because I had not thought about this at
all. I mean I know people in love kiss, but I had only been kissed by my
mother and a couple of over exuberant aunts. I did not take long to think
though because I immediately knew that I wanted to kiss him anyway and
almost automatically leant forward to meet him part way. We pecked once
first and then he brought his free hand (the other was still slowly jacking
me) up and placing it behind my head he pulled me close to him and we
connected with our lips. Instinct took over and almost simultaneously we
parted those lips and let our tongues meet in the tiny bit of no-man's land
between our two mouths.

We were thus engaged in our first French kiss when our space was rudely
invaded by Brandon's mom calling for us. We broke our kiss and Brandon let
go of my knob as he called back a reply to his mom to the effect that we
were sitting up the tree.

"Can you come down here please," she asked, "I need to talk to you both."

The interruption to our experience had already had the effect of softening
our cocks and so we were able to climb down without having to hide
erections. Also we needed to get down fast so that we were on the ground
before she could reach the tree and look up at our free swinging balls.

"What is it?" Brandon asked as soon as he hit the ground. He also started
to move toward his mother to prevent her getting close as I was still
climbing down.

"It's your gran. She is not well and has asked if I can go around and do
dinner for her and gramps tonight." She answered. "I can't leave her in
need, but I can't take you two with me as you know there is no where to
play and you will end up so bored and sick people find it hard to cope with
bored kids."

"Well we'll stay here and look after the house until you get back. How long
do you think you will be gone?" Brandon asked. By this time I was down and
standing next to Brandon and nodded my head in agreement.

"I don't know. It will take about 20 minutes to get over there and then I
will have to prepare and cook the meal and clean up afterwards and then
drive back. I think it will be gone eight before I'm back. Can you behave
that long?"

"Yes mom. And we can maybe get some supper ready for us here." Brandon
said.

"If you guys are sure you will be alright and can last till later to get
your tea, I will get some KFC or something on the way home for all of us."

"We surely can. I promise I will not let Brandon be naughty." I promised
with a grin. "And I love KFC."

"Thank you. Please don't try and do anything silly. I will leave gran's
number on the pad by the phone and if there are any problems just phone me
straight away. And your father will be home by nine if I am delayed. I will
call and let him know so that he gets home as quickly as he can."

"Oh Mom," Brandon groaned, "We're not kids you know. We can look after
ourselves. We'll be ok. You'll see."

Brandon's mom went back into the house to get ready and as she closed the
door, Brandon turned and gave me a huge cheesy grin. "Guess we got some
privacy for a while!"

About ten minutes later Brandon's mom was driving out the yard with a final
admonition to us to be careful and we were already leaping up the stairs,
two at a time, heading for Brandon's room.

Brandon began taking his shirt off when I stopped him. "I want to undress
you, please."

"Ok." He replied simply, "Go ahead, just tell me what you want me to do and
I will oblige." We had this thing of using posh adult language at times --
mainly when we thought of a word that fitted the context which we would not
normally use.

"Thank you, my dear chap." I stepped closer to him and began running my
hands over his chest and belly, and then slowly lifted the hem of his
T-shirt and pulled it over his head. All he had left on now was his
shorts. "Please lie down on the bed."

Brandon lay down and I kneeled on the bed next to him and began to run my
fingers all over the front of his near naked body. I circled his nipples
and gave him a bit of a belly tap. There was not a hair to be seen, not
even in his armpits and this made me a little curious. Although I had seen
Brandon naked often, I had not really had much chance to examine his body.

"With what you've got between your legs," I asked, "how come you aint got
any hair on your belly or under your arms?"

"I don't like it so I keep it shaved." He replied, blushing a deep red.

During this conversation I had not stopped caressing his body and now my
hands wandered down over his shorts and back a few times. I could clearly
see the outline of his hard-on under his shorts and decided I wanted to
have a full view and so I asked him to lift his bum up a bit as I gently
pulled his shorts down halfway to his knees. For the first time I was able
to really examine Brandon as he lay there passively while I caressed his
body. At least now I had the answer to some of the things I had not
understood before.



Well folks, I thought it might be good to leave a bit of a cliff hanger and
save the rest of the narrative for chapter 3.  See you then.

If you are enjoying this story, please let me know at he the above.

Rick