Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2006 21:42:35 +0100 From: Succum241@msn.com Subject: Mick and Friends - 6 I know that it has been a while since I last posted in this story. Sorry. Time and travel have kept me too busy. But at least this chapter is here now and as I will be away again shortly there will probably be a bit of a gap again to the next chapter. My apologies in advance for that. Look forward to hearing from you all. If you enjoy the saga then please let me know by mailing me. Comments and constructive criticisms are welcome. But I might not be able to answer all of the mail -- wishful thinking:). Succum241@msn.com Cheers, Rick. Mick and Friends -- 6 Chapter 5 ended: I was nearly in tears. My emotions had been sent on a real roller coaster ride today and I was losing control. By the time we got to the door, Brandon was already inside and Mom was assuring Mr Shelly that it was absolutely fine for Brandon to stay for a few hours. _____________________________________________________________________ I walked in the door and said to mom as I passed her, "I will explain it all later, but I'm sorry if I have caused a problem." "Oh really Mick, I'm sure there has not been any problem, but you're right, we'll discuss it later." I turned and thanked the Shelley's for the lift and said we'd see them later when they returned to collect Brandon, and then I led Brandon up to my sparse bedroom. As soon as we got through the door we turned to each other and embraced in a passionate kiss. "I love you Mick," Brandon said when we broke our kiss for air. "And I love you, too." I responded giving him another hug which pulled his erection into mine. We ground our groins together for a bit and stepped back laughing because we had each turned at the same time to look at our reflection in the wall mirror we were standing alongside of. How was that funny? I don't know; but in our euphoric state it was. "I've got some things to tell you," I said, but you have to promise me that you won't do anything until you have thought about them and talked with me before talking with anyone else. Do you promise?" "Of course. How could I deny your request?" "Ok then. First things first. Remember how we were when your mom called us this morning?" "Yeah." "Tell me then." "We were asleep in the bed." "Yes, but give me more detail." "We were asleep and lying next to each other in the bed." "Oh, I give up. We were spooned up against each other, totally naked and with hard-ons, and the duvet was covering us -- right?" "Right." "How does your mom usually wake us up?" "By pulling the duvet off as she shouts for us to get up." "Why do you think she did things differently this morning?" "Oh, I don't know. Didn't want the bother of coming in the room I suppose." "Well actually she did come in the room. And she pulled the covers over us because we were lying uncovered. What's worse is she not only saw us naked together, she saw we both had erections as well." Brandon went white and groaned. "How am I ever going to face her again. My own mom has seen me naked and with a stiffie. How could there be anything worse?" "And your mom's told my mom. That's how they knew we were lovers." "I'm going to kill her. How could she do this to me." "Cool it. Take time to think things through. They all have suspected there was something like this between us. Your mom was not going to tell you what she saw so that you would not be embarrassed, because she loves you a lot. Also our parents have accepted what we are and are happy for us. So before you go off pop at her, think about these things. Remember what I told you about how I reacted when mom told me were moving? I still feel like shit every time I remember what I said to her. Don't let that happen to you." "Hey when did you become my dad? He gives me these advice lectures as well." "Well while you're thinking about all this here is some more to think about. Now I'm not supposed to tell you this until I've made up my mind, because our parents say it's got to be my choice; but I need a little help and hope that you will help me reason it out better than I have yet. But you must not let anyone know that I've told you anything till later. However, you do get a chance to have some input, because they said whatever I decided if it was one of the options which included you then you also had to agree before it would happen." "I'm confused already, and you haven't told me anything yet. No wonder you can't sort it out in your head." "Ok here goes. We move tomorrow -- right? Well maybe not quite right. Oh all our stuff goes, but I might not fully go until the end of term. Mom has said she thinks it would be better for me to finish the term here, and then start at the new school in September. That way I would complete the year here and start a new year there. So I have been given four options. One is to make a break and go straight to the new school on Tuesday. Number two is to stay at the school here and have mom drop me off and pick me up until the end of the term. Number three is that I go home to Witham at the weekends and board Monday to Friday with you guys. And option four is to stay here with you guys for a week and then go to Witham for a week and then back here and so on." "So what's making the decision so hard?" "Well If I stay here with you guys for the weeks then Mom will be all on her own in the new house and I will miss her. But I will be with you. If I go with mom and have her deliver and collect me, then I won't get to see you much and I will miss you and there will be a lot of travelling. I don't want to upset mom and I don't want to upset you either." "Mmm. I see what you mean. Wow! That is a tough cookie. We'll need to think about it." Brandon moved over closer to me and started to slide his hand up my leg, "While we are thinking, do you think we might complete what we were not given time to do this morning? Especially as a certain part of us is in the same state as it was this morning." I moved my leg so that his hand could pass freely up the inside of my thigh and reach my throbbing knob. "I guess, but do you think we will have time, as I'm sure mom will have some supper ready for us soon." "I'm so randy it will not take me long and I need some release. I reckon you will also be quick." By this stage Brandon had rubbed up my shaft and was fumbling with the button of my jeans to get them off. I leant forward and putting my hand behind his head pulled him in for a kiss. Our tongues began a game of tag as Brandon got my fly undone and took my cock into his hand. I could not wait any longer and reached for his cock. He was wearing trackie pants and had no underwear on either so I could easily feel his cock. Brandon broke the kiss and said, "let's not waist time. Get your kit off and I will get mine off and we can both suck each other -- ok?" We stood up and pulled our T Shirts over our heads simultaneously; then just as quickly shed our trousers and as we had taken our shoes off when we came in the room earlier, we were both fully naked in a matter of seconds. I fell backwards onto the bed and let Brandon climb over me. Soon he had got his knees either side of my head and bent forward so that his cock was dangling in line with my mouth. I put a hand up and took a grip on his shaft. Then with the other hand over his back, I pulled his body down and guided his cock into my mouth, and began sucking. Brandon likewise gobbled down my cock all the way until his nose pressed into my ball bag. I knew from the feelings I was experiencing that I would not be lasting very long, and so I decided to try and speed things up for Brandon. I lifted my head off the bed so that I could get more of his cock into my mouth and at the same time I began to use my finger to massage that gap of skin between his balls and his hole. After I had been rubbing that area for a bit I realised that Brandon was copying me and so I decided to lead him to do what I would like. I work my finger over his balls so that I could get a load of my spit onto it and then went back and stroked around his pucker, spreading the saliva to lubricate the area in preparation for my finger penetrating his hole and finding his pleasure mound inside. When I could definitely feel Brandon's finger playing around my hole I put on a little pressure and gently slid inside. I knew I had hit the right spot because his cock jerked in my mouth and a strangled sound erupted around my cock. The next thing I knew, I had a finger up my rectum and it was hitting me on the spot repeatedly. With that, I could not hold off and came straight into Brandon's mouth. This must have tipped the scales for Brandon as he also began to unload into my mouth within seconds. Once the spasms had finished, Brandon rolled over and lay down beside me with his feet past my head and his head still down at my hip level. It was only then that I realised that he still had a finger up my arse, but he was not moving it around. "If you want to keep your finger there, then you have to pay for it by moving it around whilst it is in there." I said. "I don't think it will ever come out. "You clamped down so hard on it when you began to cum that I think you cut off all the blood supply and now it seems to be stuck." He gave a few tugs on his finger to emphasise the point. The tugs caused him to rub my prostrate and this caused in turn an involuntary clamping of the sphincter muscle again. "See, there you go. Holding it in and stopping the blood. It's like a bloody tourniquet." Brandon seldom swore and I was surprised and decided that he was not doing things for fun but firmly believed his finger was stuck. "I will try and relax and then maybe you can get it out." I said to him. Then I remembered reading in one of those books which we are not supposed to be able to get a hold of and yet always can, that you should try pushing down as if you are going to have a shit. I did this and then told Brandon to try pulling his finger out. This worked and his finger came out with a little popping sound. Brandon was visibly relieved, and I couldn't help giggling. "It's not funny. I had visions of having to call your mom in and getting her to call the ambulance." This was enough to get me laughing with full force. When I got more under control, Brandon asked why I thought he might have got stuck, when I hadn't got stuck in him. "I don't know. But my feels dry. Did you use any spit?" My bum was feeling a bit tender and I had been giving it a bit of gentle massage. "Spit? No, why should I?" "Spit acts as a lubricant, and your finger wasn't in my bum to long enough to work up any of the natural mucous which helps to lubricate from the inside." I told him. "Aw, you just talking shit now." Brandon responded with unbelief. Then he realised the unintentional pun he had made and began laughing. "No shit. Well I mean there is, but I'm not talking it. I learnt about this in one of those books I was telling you about." "Did you use spit?" "Yes. I didn't have anything else to hand." We lay there for a bit in silence as each of us thought our own line of thoughts. "We'd better get dressed again as mom will be calling us soon." I suggested. Reluctantly we got up and pulled our trousers on and were just sorting our shirts out when mom called us for dinner. We quickly pulled our shirts over our heads and then bounced more than ran down the stairs to go and eat. "Don't forget you can't say anything about you know what." I reminded Brandon. "No sweat, lover" Brandon teased. "But I reckon no. 3 would be ok." "You sure? It would mean losing your privacy for a while." "I don't need any privacy when I'm with you." "Gee, thanks. I love you." By this time we had got to where we were not comfortable talking like this in case of being overheard, and so went on through to our dinner in silence. As we ate we chatted about general things and answered the questions mom put to us, but there was no talk about our relationship or anything like that. After we had finished eating, mom said we might as well go and watch a bit of telly as Brandon's folks would be around soon to pick him up. This didn't give us any chance to talk anymore about the near future plans, so we just sat there on the couch holding hands and watching a bit of the national swimming championships with my interest resting mainly in the bulges in the guys swimsuits and letting my imagination guess at the relative size and length the bulges advertised. This was one of my favourite hobbies, by the way. The Shelley's arrived and we had a quick kiss on the couch to say bye and then after the few pleasantries which always seem to be expected in these situations, Brandon and his parents were in the car and away. As the door closed, mom turned to me and asked for an explanation of how I ended up being brought home by the Shelley's so I explained how I was out thinking and just wondering around without paying much attention to where I was going when I discovered myself outside their house and realised that I couldn't get home in time, and so went to their door to ask if I could phone and let you know what had happened. Then as I got to the door, they came out and offered to bring me home and the rest she knew. "Well I'm glad you were being responsible enough to let me know, and having Brandon here helped use up some extra left-overs; so I'm not going to moan or anything, I understand you've got a lot to think about also." "Thanks mom, I really appreciate what you are doing for me in all this. I love you and want you to be happy too." "So have you decided what you want to do for the next five weeks?" "Well I thought that I would like to go to our new home for the first week so that I could help you sort things out, and then after that take option 3 and spend the week with Brandon and the weekends with you. I think if you come to pick me up everyday it's going to make it a long day for you and will be very tiring. Is that ok?" "It's very ok, so long as all of the Shelley's agree with it. I will phone them now and ask them to talk to Brandon and let us know." Mom went off to make the call and I went back to watching the bulges in the swimsuits and my accompanying day dreams. When mom came back into the room I was sitting on the couch with a tent pole holding my shorts up and I'm sure mom saw it before I got my arms positioned to hide it. "Well that's all fixed then. Brandon agreed right away, and you both have the right to change things at any time. I just want to thank you for giving me the first week and also considering my time as well. I really am pleased with the maturity you are now showing." "Aw mom," I said somewhat embarrassed, "We need to work together, what I said to you before taught me that." "And what I've said about that still stands. In fact while I know that you will not forget it, I don't want you to mention it ever again. Ok? Now I think it's time you went off to bed, good night." "Good night, mom, and thanks again. See you tomorrow." I went off up to bed and my dreams of bulges." Well Mick didn't get properly moved in this chapter after all. There is a bit of a turn in the next chapter also. Will Mick get to see the new house in it? See you in chapter 7