Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2007 16:14:02 +0000
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: Mick and Friends - 22

Hi there. In case you had not guessed it by now this is an erotic story
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Chapter 21 ended

Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and I went to answer it. I opened
the door and a rather good looking, hunky man was standing there with a
smaller person, virtually hidden behind him. "Hi Mick, I'm John." The hunky
man said. "And this is my son, David." He continued as he stepped aside to
introduce the boy. I was speechless. My mouth must have been gaping open
and I just stood there staring in shock and disbelief.

Chapter 22

I don't know how long I just stood there, but eventually John said, "Well I
know we have not met before, but surely we are not that much of a shock to
you?"

This must have broken the bond which was holding me so tight and I
stammered, "You, you're the gymnast on the TV." Of course this did not make
as much sense to them as it did to me because they were not yet aware of
the fact that I had seen David on TV just this last week. But for sure
there he was, my Adonis, that good looking gymnast with the right sort of
bulges who I had wanked over and entered into not a few fantasies with.

Then David spoke, "Well yes I am a gymnast, but when did you see me on TV?"

I had managed to compose myself by this time and ushered them through to
the lounge as I answered David's question. "It was really just chance. I
was channel hoping last Monday and came across this program on one of the
sports channels which was talking about hopefuls in the national gymnastics
competition and was looking at their training and showing some of the
things the judges would be looking for in the competition and there you
were up on that pommel horse."

"Wow has that already been on TV? They said they would tell us when it was
going to be shown.  Did it look good?" David said.

"You looked good anyway. I guess it depends on what you are looking for
though." I responded.  Before we could go any further on with that subject
mom called for me to help get the food on the table explaining to John and
David at the same time the reason for getting dinner done first. They both
seemed to agree to it and so I had to head off to the kitchen and help to
bring the food to the table. When it was all on I was asked to get drinks
for everybody and mom said that I could have a bit of beer if I wanted and
if John agreed then so could David. John did agree and we were allowed to
share one beer between the two of us. Mom does not drink beer and so I had
to get her a glass of wine while John joined us in a beer.



During dinner, we all chatted on general subjects and it was all very
pleasant and boring.  As soon as the desert dishes had been cleared, mom
told me to take David up to my room and do whatever we wanted while she and
John were going to stay in the lounge downstairs.

So upstairs we went. I lead the way into my bedroom and pointed out where
the loo was on the way as David might have need of that at some stage and
therefore needed to know where it was. Once inside the room, I closed the
door, but did not lock it. David noticed my skateboard and asked if I
skated well.

"I'm pretty good and can do a few tricks which some of the guys around here
want me to teach them."

"So actually you must be a bit more than pretty good." David smiled when he
said that.

"Well, I don't go into any competitions or such like so don't really know
how good I am. But you are very good at gymnastics. What all do you do?" I
asked.

"You mean which apparatus do I use?" David asked.

"Yeah I guess so. I mean you looked awesome on the horse, but I never saw
you on anything else."

"No well they used different people on the apparatus to get as many of us
involved in the teaching side of it. But I do it all; at least all the male
disciplines, that is." David said grinning. He smiled a lot and it lit his
face up. I really liked to see him smile.

"It must have been hard holding that pose on the horse while the instructor
pointed out the lines and what you needed to do to improve."

"We have to hold poses in some of the other things, like the rings and
parallel bars, so that was not too bad."

"How do you get to be able to spread your legs so wide? I think I would
split down the middle if I tried."

David laughed, "You have to train and do stretching exercises to get like
that. But I bet you could get your legs wider apart than you think."

":Maybe, but still not as wide as you can get yours."

"Yeah, ok. But I reckon you could get to where your bum is only about a
foot off the floor."

"No ways, man. I would split when I'm still well above that."

"Try it and see. But I bet you, your shirt that you can get lower than
that."

"What do you mean you bet me my shirt?"

"Easy, if I win, you take your shirt off and I get to keep it forever. I
like it, it's cool. Oh and you have to go the rest of evening without a
shirt on, just for good measure. You know, show the folks, who is right,
sort of thing."

"Ok, but what do I get of I win?"

"That's up to you, but you got to name it before we begin and I have to
accept it."

"Well I kind of dig those trackie pants you've got on."

"Ok. But you got to let me put on a pair of shorts if I lose because there
might be some awkward questions asked otherwise."

"Ok. You can borrow a pair of my shorts, but only when we go out of the
bedroom, otherwise you got to show who is right." I smiled at using his own
words back on him, "How we gonna prove who is right though?"

"You must have a twelve inch ruler for school, and so you do the splits in
front of the mirror and I will hold the ruler in your crotch until it hits
the floor and then you can see in the mirror that I am not cheating"



I didn't really think about whether David was gay or not. I just knew that
having his hand near my crotch was going to be exciting and I wanted that
so I agreed; maybe too hastily. I went and got the ruler out of my bag and
handed it to David and then pulling up the legs of my trousers a bit to
give a bit more flexibility in the crotch area I positioned myself in front
of the mirror.

"Ok, now you got to do it slowly and it's ok if it hurts a little, because
it will be stretched a bit, but if it begins to hurt a lot, then you must
stop. Slide one foot at a time just a little bit sideways and alternate
between each foot so that you stay central in front of the mirror. This is
the way that we do our stretching exercises so it's ok."

My feet were about a foot apart and I moved the one foot a couple of inches
only and then the other a similar amount.

"Ok," David said, that is about the right amount when you get more
stretched out, but I think you can move you feet to about a yard apart
before you start taking it slow, otherwise we will be here all night."

I moved my feet and asked if that was ok and David said that he thought so
and then moved around behind me to position the ruler. He held it a couple
of inches from the top end and then put that into my crotch while he looked
around the side of me into the mirror and into my eyes. "Ok, you see, you
have about two feet left before your bollocks hit the floor, start moving
slowly." He told me. With the ruler into the `V' formed by my legs, my
bollocks were hanging down my one trouser leg and this is the side his hand
was closest to. I moved my other leg and the ruler swayed a bit off the
centre line allowing his thumb to brush very briefly against my
cock. Fortunately it was so brief that I didn't begin to harden up. I
didn't want to appear too eager after all. I then moved the other foot, and
strangely enough the ruler swayed in the same direction again with the same
results. After a couple more moves I was pretty certain the sway of the
ruler was neither accidental nor incidental but rather was purposeful. My
thinking on this was strengthened when his hand slid up the ruler a little
so that his fist was touching me full time. Another move and though he was
touching me, the ruler still swayed in favour of my balls and a gentle rub,
which now was getting the advantage over my resolve and I could feel my
cock beginning to harden. Of course, with no undies on, there was no way I
would be able to hide it; not that I really wanted to. The unfortunate
thing was that the next move brought a stab of pain to that very region and
my cry announcing it brought a swift look of concern to David's
face. What's more there was still about four inches of air below the ruler.

"Sorry, Michael, I think I let the ruler jab up into you. I will put my
finger over the top of the ruler to protect you. Try moving the other foot
and let's see." I did so and there was another bit of pain but it was not
as bad or as sharp as the last one and so I was able to take it without
even wincing. With his finger over the top his other fingers were a bit
more splayed out and only his thumb and one finger were holding the
ruler. Those splayed fingers rubbed against my balls as I moved. "Ok move
the other foot a bit now." He said. I moved again and felt a bit more pain
but it was still bearable. I could see I was probably going to lose my
shirt. David then put his hand on the ankle of the leg he was looking over
and suggested that he help by pulling on the leg a bit and as the mirror
was wide enough we could probably just move the one leg now. He put a bit
of pressure on and allowed my foot to slide. But this time he didn't let it
just go for a bit and then stop, but gently kept it moving. The next thing
his finger was pressing up into my crotch as the ruler touched the
floor. "See, I told you, and you can go further, he said letting the ruler
drop but not taking his hand away. Instead he turned it palm up and cupping
the gap between my legs supported me a bit as he pulled my foot further
outward. I went down another couple of inches but then the pain got too
much and I had to call a stop to it. "Right hold it there for a little and
that will help to stretch it some. If you then rub the tendons which are
hurting, that will help them to stretch. I will show you, but then you can
do it yourself with your hand." With that he used his upturned hand to
massage the tendons coming up the inside of the legs and meeting there
under my balls. Although he put on quite a bit of pressure, he did not
squash my balls, but somehow managed to rub them and bit of my now hard
cock at the same time. After a few moments of rubbing, he slide his hand
forward with his thumb going into my arse crack and passing fingers over
the length of my cock and stroking back once, said, "I'm glad you got a
hard on. The guys who don't get hard at the gym really get teased and are
called girls. It's natural when there is so much going on in the area of
your cock. Here let me help you get back up again, but if you want to you
can now work on your splits till you can get right down." With that he
cupped me between the legs and began to pull up as I tried to move my legs
back towards each other. When I was at last standing normally again, he
asked for my shirt and I took it off. David then put it on over the vest he
was wearing and gave me a light tap of a punch to my stomach as a mark of
triumph. I feigned a mortal injury and fell backwards onto the bed writhing
in agony and hopefully putting my legs in a position where David could look
down my shorts and see Micklet in his hardened glory. After his little
forays I needed to put out some more feelers to strengthen my suspicion
that he was indeed gay, or at least curious. David's trackie pants were too
baggy and loose for me to tell if he had a hard-on held in place by his
undies.

"Stop it you great oaf!" David demanded, "I only gave you a tiny tap; or
are you a complete ninny? Do you still need nappies at night? Is that why
you aint got any undies on now?" David was really grinning, and enjoying
taking the Mickey (excuse the pun) out of me.



"You know, we have only just met tonight and yet I feel like we have been
friends for ages. You seem to able to say things to me and know that I will
not be offended by them, yet if you had said those things to another person
they would be really upset."

"I knew you were a cool guy from the start. Don't ask me how I knew; I just
did. And besides you go around without underwear on, agree to loose a
shirt, and get a hard-on when some stranger puts his hand between your
legs, you've got to be an alright sort of person."

"Well I think you are an alright sort of person also. Who else would allow
their package to have clothing pulled tight over it to show a huge bulge on
public television? At one stage I thought the trainer's hand was actually
touching your balls and expected to see you next with a hard-on stretching
your clothes even more."

"Fortunately, it was Derek who was doing me. If it had been the other
trainer, Jonathon, he would have touched and while they had the cameras on
the back of me he would have rubbed a bit. I would have had a hard-on then
and would not have liked that on national television."

"Do you mean he is gay and fondles you guys some times?" I asked

"Oh yes he is gay and has a good old feel when he thinks he can get away
with it."

"Why doesn't anyone complain and get him removed?"

"He's a fucking good trainer and I for one wouldn't be as good as I am
without his help and so we put up with it. Besides, what guy doesn't like
wanking? And after he has given old JT a bit of attention my wanks are so
much more intense."

I couldn't believe how free we felt to talk to each other and told David
how I felt, and that I was happy we had just clicked especially if our
parents were going to see each other it would mean that we would probably
end up seeing more of each other also and it made it easier if we could be
friends.

"Well that's what I thought also and so I deliberately set out to try and
shock you, to see how you would react, and you reacted exactly as I had
hoped. I said that I could tell you were okay from the start, and my little
shock tactics just proved it to me. I hope we can be real good
friends. What school do you go to?"

"I'm going to be starting at John Bramston in the new term. And you?"

"Fuck ... oops, sorry, didn't mean to swear. It's just a bummer as I am at
Rickstones."

"It's ok. About the swearing I mean. I don't usually swear a lot, but do
sometimes, especially if I am angry or upset ... like I did when my mom
told me we were moving to Witham. I really landed myself in a heap of shit
then."

"Do tell, please. Perhaps it will explain why you don't wear undies as well
– you know easier to clean the shit up."



There was just something about David that led me to feel able to open up to
him. Even more so than I felt with Bob and so for the next half hour or so,
I kind of poured out my life story to him, including all the "fathers" that
had abused me and how they had done it in detail. By the end I was almost
crying and turned away to wipe the tears from eyes in a vain attempt to
prevent David from seeing them. I had in the process admitted to him that I
was gay and now thought that he might turn from me, even though I was
fairly sure he was gay also. Seconds after I turned away the bed shifted
and David moved so that he could put an arm around me. "It's ok with me to
cry. I would cry too if I had had to go through what you've gone through –
shit I've got tears in my eyes too, and that is just from listening to
you. I thought I had had it bad, but you've just shown me I've had a walk
in the park in comparison." David comforted me and squeezed his arm tight
and laid his other hand on my leg in a comforting gesture. "When you're
ready, I would like to tell you something and ask you a huge favour. But if
you don't feel up for it tonight that's ok. It can wait until we see each
other again. It won't be long, I'm sure." He finished. By now he was gently
rubbing my leg and shoulder. Not in an erotic way, but in a comforting way.

I sat there for a while longer as I got myself together and then said, "You
mean you still want to see me even with all that history."

"Shit, you really are a ninny. I told you I knew from the start you were a
cool guy and yes, Bubbles, I do want to see you again, even more so because
of the history. Are you ready for why yet, or do you want it to wait till
the next time?"

"Bubbles? What's with Bubbles? And I don't want to wait till next time, I
want to know now!"

"Well, Bubs, there may not be a next time after what I've got to say. You
may not want to see me again. And its Bubbles, or Bubs for short, because I
reckon you're quit a bubbly sort of guy."

"Geez, you're such a bloody arsehole; but don't call me that in front of
anyone else, including our parents. Now get on with what you need to say. I
promise you, I will see you again, no matter what you have to tell me; I
swear it." I was kind of touched with the nickname he had given me and was
sure that there was nothing he could say that would turn me against him. He
could even claim to be my natural father and I would still want to see him
again.

"Ok then, here goes. But first you have to swear to secrecy. Not one word
of what I'm about to tell you can ever leave this room. Do you swear?"

"Yes, I promise. I will only divulge what you allow me to and if that is
nothing then my lips are sealed. May you cut my balls off if I fail you?"

"Now that is getting a bit heavy, but I accept your oath. What I am about
to tell you I have not told to another living soul, not even God. Maybe not
even myself. That's why I need the secrecy."

"Ok, you've got my promise and my curiosity; now please get on with it. The
suspense is killing me."

"Alright. I think ... I think I'm ... kind of ... you see ... I think
... oh shit, this is hard."

"It's alright. If you can't get it out that's ok, but let me guess. You
think you're gay, but you've never done anything to sort of find out and
confirm it. Right?"

"See I told you, you were cool. You know when I wank I think of guys and
when Jonathon rubs my cock I really like it. Some of the others bitch a
bit, but I just wish he would do it more. And then when we are changing I
try to see as much cock as I can. And to see guys in Speedos or Lycra
shorts gets my cock humming. Does that mean I'm gay?"

"Well I'm no expert, or psychologist or whatever, so I can't really answer
for you. I know that I am gay, and those are the sort of feelings and
thoughts I have, but does that make all people who have similar experiences
gay? I don't know? I don't even know how to advise you either. But if that
is what you thought would turn me away from you, you are mistaken. You said
my history made you want to be with me more. Well I don't need your
history, just you as you are, gay, bi or straight, doesn't matter to me, I
want to be your friend and see you a lot. Of course it would be nice if you
were gay as we would have more to do." I finished looking directly into his
eyes with a grin on my face.

David just sat there and stared, then he put his face into his hands and
shook his head, "Oh fuck, this is so hard ... there is more ... and this is
what might make you hate me."

I interrupted him, "I couldn't hate you, I like you too much. How have we
clicked together so well in such a short time? There must be some sort of
... what do they call it – ah, ...  chemistry, between us. Just blurt it
out. Or do you want me to guess again?"

"I want you to... shit ... I ... man, why is this so hard? I want ... I
want to have ..."

"You want to have sex with me to see if that is what you really want in
life. But you're scared that I will feel used, especially if you decide
that you are not gay at all. Am I right?"

David burst into tears and it was my turn to comfort him. His tears
confirmed my suspicions and so as I hugged him I tried also to assure him.

"It will be my pleasure, and I hope both our pleasures, to let you
experiment and discover with me. And I will not feel used in the sense that
others would think it. I would feel honoured to have been able to help a
friend in a most intimate way. My greatest fear would be that you decide
you are straight. But even if that happens, I still want to be friends with
you. The only thing you need to think about first is that I do go with
other guys as I have already told you, and I will be going away for a long
weekend at the end of these holidays for a kind of initiation with Bob to
become his ward. And you have to decide if I am the sort of person you want
to experiment with." I went on then to explain what the club was and how it
worked and that even if we did begin to have a relationship I would be duty
bound to continue doing things with Bob and possibly other members of the
club.



David stood up and began to take the T shirt off. "I can't take this from
you, but I would like to share it sometimes if that is ok. Thank you so
much. We will have to make a plan when we can get together again. I'm sure
Dad will want to go soon, but can I ask one more favour tonight, please?"

"Ask away. And yes we can share the shirt. It's better than me losing it
altogether."

"I would like to see you in the nude with a hard-on."

"Well that was to the point." I giggled, "in more ways than one. Well I
have only one bit to take off so why not, but I would like you to return
the favour. I have wanked so many times over the image of you on that
horse, now I would like to see a bit more for my next wank."

"Ok, let's just do it then." David began to pull his vest off and then went
to his trackie pants and soon they were sliding down his legs revealing a
pair of briefs which couldn't quite contain all of his balls and cock and
so had gaps around his legs where his scrotum stuck out. He was clearly
already hard. I pulled my shorts off and faced him, stroking my cock to
hardness. He pulled his briefs down to meet his pants at his ankles, but
because he still had his track shoes on, he didn't try to remove them all
the way. He had a beautiful cock and balls. The balls hung low, about four
inches below his cock and were as big as an adults. Likewise his cock was
long and thick. I estimated that it was already about six and half inches
long and I reckoned I would struggle to get it all in my mouth but would
love to try. His foreskin was pulled back slightly on his erect penis so
that a little bit of his glans with the piss slit was visible. For a
thirteen year old he was certainly well endowed and could surely have the
expectation of still growing some more in that region. I looked minute in
comparison, or at least that is how I felt, but of course I was not really
that small and still had some growing ahead of me also. I couldn't resist
it and stepped forward and took his cock in my hand gently stroking it and
then ran my fingers through the thick bush of pubic hair he was
sporting. David reached out tentatively and I moved my body so that my cock
came into contact with his hand. He grabbed it just as gently as I had
grabbed his and instantly the last vestige of softness in my cock was
gone. I pulled him close and put an arm around him drawing him into an
embrace. "You're beautiful." I whispered.

"Mick, David. It will be time to go in fifteen minutes." Mom's shout
disturbed our moment.



We broke apart and began to giggle as the tension of moment was broken.

"Thanks Bubs. We got to make plans to see each other again." We began to
get dressed.

"I'm busy with the other guys over the weekend now. What you doing on
Monday?" I asked.

"Nothing as far as I know."

"Let's ask if you can come over and spend the day and maybe stay for the
night."

"Ok. I've not got any gymnastics till Thursday and so that should work
out. Let's go ask, that is if that is what you really want and you're not
just being kind to your mum's boyfriend's sprog." David said with a hint of
a grin.

"You are a real tease. Of course I want you to come and stay or I would not
have suggested it."

By this time we were dressed again and our erections were suitably hidden
or, as in my case, gone, and so we charged down stairs to ask the question.

Both our parents were quite surprised that we were asking that after only
the first meeting but were happy to give their consent. John winked at mom
in a knowing way and I wondered if he had guessed a little of what had gone
on upstairs.



Well that's chapter 22 for you all. Are you still enjoying it? Are there
too many turns and changes? Write and let me know please the address is at
the top.